The following is a fictional parody, not approved of, nor authorized by, the celebrities named. None of the events are true. No harm is intended toward the celebrities named.

The Makeup Artist #5
Stephanie Rose

First thing Monday morning, I awoke to the most awesome realization:

I was having the time of my life in Las Vegas.

The day before, I helped style Christina Milian during her very hectic day of promotion. She skillfully made her way through several interviews and posed for a stunning photo shoot, all before co-hosting the pre-show for the MTV Video Music Awards.

With our help, Christina looked stunning in every outfit and her sexy, sultry look broke hearts all over Vegas. I was delighted to be a part of her style team and I was ecstatic when everyone complimented us on her amazing looks.

Later on, just when I thought the night couldn't get any better, I met the lead singer of the Pussycat Dolls, Nicole Scherzinger.

As it turned out, Nicole's stylist, Saadia Jeffries, was one of my sorority sisters. Once Saadia and I met and got acquainted, she introduced me to the gorgeous Nicole. Delicious shivers ran through me at the thought of both Saadia and Nicole and their natural, yet exotic beauty.

And if Nicole Scherzinger wasn't lovely enough, later that night I met the famed songstress, Amerie.

Amerie, the gorgeous and successful chart-topping R & B singer, was also in Vegas enjoying MTV's festivities. Looking absolutely stunning, she served as one of MTV's award presenters and seemed to enjoy interacting with all of the fans. However, always the businesswoman, like most Black starlets, she was maximizing her fame by also conducting other interviews, photo shoots and autograph signings while in town.

Along with Amerie, I also met Krystal Pennington, her fill-in makeup artist. Krystal and I hit it off when she needed some assistance in order to finish styling Amerie. I helped her out and we became fast friends. Being a new solo makeup artist in this business, I needed as many allies as possible.

I smiled as I thought of Krystal's toffee-brown skin and tight, toned frame. I also loved her soft, easy style. I looked forward to getting to know her better, but she'd already hopped on a plane to Japan. She was on her way to Tokyo to help style Janet Jackson.

Since we were sharing a room, Krystal and I spent the rest of our time together simply talking throughout the night. Her favorite subjects were politics and finance, and since those were mine as well, we talked all night about money, business and even the upcoming election. She later shared several investment tips with me and I was impressed with her business acumen.

I was especially surprised but pleased when she admitted her attraction to women. I loved that she was as open about loving beautiful and exotic African-American women as I was. Lying on the bed next to her just talking, I felt a strong attraction to her but for some reason, I held off on pursuing it. There was something about this gorgeous woman that convinced me to take my time, so we just continued to talk throughout the night until we both fell asleep side by side on the bed.

Krystal woke me up briefly around 4am to hug me goodbye, but she then she was gone. Her freelance work as a makeup artist kept her literally traveling around the globe. After she left, I went back to sleep, safe in the knowledge that we had each other's number. I definitely looked forward to talking with her later.

This morning, however, was for work. With Krystal gone on assignment, and Amerie's regular makeup artist still out ill, Amerie's team asked me to fill in. Though I'd just met them the night before, their conferences with Christina Milian's people, namely Christina's manager Tonya Jessup and her lead stylist Jasmin Ramirez, coupled with quick calls to my other clients, satisfied their questions about me and I was in.

Just before we all turned in for the night, Amerie's publicist, Karen Corbin, and her lead stylist, Joi Dixon, gave me a quick rundown of her busy day:

At 6am, the entire team would meet and begin getting Amerie ready. At 8:30am she was scheduled for an in-studio interview at a local radio station. At 11am, she had a 15-minute call-in radio interview, but that would be done back in her hotel room. At noon, she had a major photo shoot right in our hotel. Then from 5pm to 6:30pm was an autograph signing at a local record store. Finally at 10pm, she would make an appearance at a MTV event that would be held at a local night spot.

With a busy day ahead, I awoke at 5am sharp to a beautifully golden Vegas sunrise. Taking the sunny sky as my cue, I showered and dressed quickly in a sheer, canary-yellow button-up silk blouse. I left the buttons open, showing my snug, white tank top underneath. Because I loved my ripe, firm breasts and lickable chocolate drop nipples, I definitely wanted to show them off. I also slipped on tight jeans that hugged my round ass and jeweled sandals that decorated my tiny feet and manicured toes.

I quickly curled my jet-black shoulder-length hair so that the loose curls bounced with my every move. But rather than let them all hang loose, I used two gold hairclips to secure my hair behind my ears for convenience.

Just before 6am, I quickly gathered my makeup case and my portfolio and rushed to leave. Opening the door, I was delighted to see that the hotel surprised me with an elaborate fruit basket. Gingerly, I picked it up and set it on the table. The care that went into delicately tying the huge pink bow and decorating the pink cellophane wrapping made me smile. My stomach rumbling, I ripped it open, grabbed a ripe, juicy apple, and took a great big bite. Groaning at the crisp, delicious taste, I headed off to work.

Thankfully, we were all staying at the Palms Hotel, so at 6am sharp, I was upstairs knocking on the door to Joi & Karen's suite. Joi Dixon was Amerie's lead stylist and Karen Corbin was Amerie's publicist. Fifteen minutes later, Amerie came down from her suite to join us.

There was little time to waste since she was due at the radio station in less than 2 hours.

I waited patiently while Joi styled Amerie's hair. For convenience, Amerie's naturally curly hair, jet-black and waist-length, was washed and lightly blowdried with a diffuser to preserve her gorgeous, bouncy curls. Joi then spritzed her hair with a glosser for shine and left it to flow freely. Amerie's ebony ringlets shook and shimmied as she moved.

Once Amerie's hair was finished, Joi began to press her outfit. While she waited, I went ahead and started on her makeup.

Amerie sat in a chair in front of the large, mirrored vanity wearing only a sexy black tank top and tiny satin shorts. Her lean, honey-colored legs looked deliciously tight and toned. Over the years, her fit and trim frame fueled many of my erotic fantasies. I imagined using my tongue to trace wet circles over her taut nipples. That same tongue would lap up all the sugary wetness deep between her legs. Shaking my head to clear those images, I focused back on work.

I thought that Amerie's honey-brown skin would look wonderful in pink and purplish tones. So for her eyes, I decided to use rosy pinks mixed with deep lilac and pale lavender shades. I also used deep violet eyeliner along with several coats of jet-black mascara to make her eyes really pop. Finally, I applied sheer pink blush to her cheeks and candy-pink gloss to her lips to give her skin a radiant glow.

Joi then came in carrying the crisply pressed garments. Amerie changed into a deep violet sleeveless top that had a cute mandarin collar. The light, cotton fabric hugged her lean frame beautifully and the shirt's deep v-neck showed off her creamy honey-brown skin. A tiny pair of white cuffed shorts displayed her long legs perfectly. A matching pair of sexy high heels completed her conservative day look.

During the entire time we styled her, Amerie was a perfect lady. Her polite demeanor and caring nature made a huge impression on me. She continually asked us how we were doing and if we were comfortable. She also entertained us with stories of being on tour and the many gracious fans she'd met.

Even though I'd only known her for a short time, I found her enthusiasm to be infectious. Though it was an early hour and though we'd all just met, she laughed and joked with us, especially me, like we'd all known each other for years.

Once she was ready, we all hustled to the radio station. I loved that we arrived with several moments to spare. I was especially impressed that she was such a stickler for being early.

As it turned out, the in-studio interview went very smoothly. The DJs loved her music and many of her fans called in to wish her well. She gave tidbits about her upcoming album and hinted about an international tour. The DJs kept the atmosphere fun and a bit crazy and the time flew by. The program director wanted her to stay longer, but her schedule was just too jam-packed. Promising to come again, she graciously ended the interview and we were on our way back to the hotel.

As we walked back into the lobby of the Palms, I heard a familiar voice call my name.


I looked over to see my sorority sister Saadia Jeffries and the Pussycat Dolls' lead singer, Nicole Scherzinger, walking straight toward us. My luck was getting better and better.

"Hey Soror!" Saadia said as we hugged. "Nice to see you. We were just leaving for an event." She paused to stare at Amerie. "Amerie? Wow! You look great! Your makeup is fierce! Nikii, you do such great work!"

Nicole agreed. "You really do, Nikii. You have a lot of talent."

I was loving it. "Thanks!"

Nicole continued. "I've heard a lot about you, Nikii. I need to get you to work on me," she winked.

Saadia piped up. "Yes! We have to get you while you're still in town."

I smiled. Saadia and Nicole just moved to the top of my calendar.

Then Saadia frowned. "Wait. But weren't you just working with Christina Milian? So now it's Amerie too?"

I told her about meeting Amerie while I was styling Christina, and how she hired me that same day.

"Wow! You're, like, famous!" Saadia laughed. "You're a good luck charm. I guess I need to stay close to you, huh?" She grabbed my hand. "Actually, I'm not gonna let you out of my sight!"

I smiled harder. Her soft hand felt wonderful in mine. We stood there for a second, eyeing each other and loving the connection.

"No, but seriously." She let go of my hand and I was strangely disappointed. "We're going to hang out soon, I promise," she said as she stroked my hair. "I've still got my eye on you!"

While Saadia and I flirted, Joi and Karen chatted animatedly with Nicole, wishing her luck on her upcoming projects. However, Amerie was quiet. She looked at Saadia and me curiously, but remained silent. I hadn't mentioned my love of women to her, but I wondered if she caught on to what was happening.

Though I tried my best to remain professional on jobs, because I always met such beautiful, gorgeous women, my personal life was always present. Though I didn't flaunt my encounters with women, I wasn't one to hide it either.

Finally, after a few minutes of chatting, we all said our goodbyes and our group went back up to Joi and Karen's suite.

After a quick breakfast, Joi and I began styling Amerie for her photo shoot at noon. I discovered that the biggest challenge wasn't going to be her clothing or her makeup. I learned that I just needed to do a light, natural look for now, and then style her formally once we saw what the on-set wardrobe looked like.

Our biggest challenge now was going to be her hair. Her wild and curly mane needed to be tamed for this job. I learned that the client specifically requested that her hair be blown straight for the first half of the shoot, and have full waves for the second half.

It took Joi just over an hour to get Amerie's curly hair bone straight. Once it was accomplished, however, she looked gorgeous. The soft, silky strands cascaded over her shoulders and all the way down her back. I imagined gathering them up in my hands, lifting them, and kissing her soft, smooth neck.

In the midst of all the chaos, Amerie conducted her 11am interview with the second radio station. I marveled at how extremely professional, yet fun and enthusiastic she was. After a few minutes, she warmly wished all of her fans well and promised to call in again.

Finally, she was ready for the photo shoot. We all packed up our equipment and took the elevator upstairs. Once we got to the suite, I found out that this was no ordinary photo shoot.

Amerie recently inked a one-year endorsement deal with the National Basketball Association. As such, she was to be featured in several print ads as an honorary NBA cheerleader. The deal required her to travel to various cities for photo shoots with the league cheerleaders in that particular city.

Since she was already scheduled to be here in Vegas for the VMAs, both parties decided to shoot the premiere photo spread in the famed Hardwood Suite right in the Palms hotel. The popular suite featured an athletic-inspired layout, complete with a NBA-approved basketball court and other sports memorabilia.

The person in charge, the Executive Vice President of Marketing for the NBA, Barbara Cole, was warm and welcoming to all of us.

Barbara Cole looked to be in her mid-forties and she was in fantastic shape. She wore a dark, tailored business suit but she paired it with deliciously high heels. I also loved her mid-length, feathered haircut and her warm, brown complexion.

She first introduced us to her production staff and then to the photographer. She showed us around the suite and explained each of the looks they wanted to achieve. Ms. Cole also explained all of the camera angles and the lighting direction. She then introduced us to Dana Wright, the young woman in charge of the wardrobe. Dana's beautiful brown skin was flawless and her bright blonde hair, cut into a short, tapered style, looked fabulous on her.

We learned from Ms. Cole that Amerie would be solo for the entire shoot. She would model a fun, sporty attitude while wearing several pieces of the NBA's licensed activewear.

The sexy outfits would consist of fitted tank tops, brightly colored tankinis, tight half-cut jerseys, tiny satin shorts and small, pleated cheerleading skirts. All of the pieces were designed to show off her incredibly fit and sexy body. Amerie would also use several vibrantly colored pom pons, mini megaphones, basketballs and other accessories as her props.

After reviewing the wardrobe, Joi and I decided that Amerie would look best with a lightly polished, yet still natural face that would let her natural femininity show through. This formal launch needed to be tame and relatively kid-friendly. Therefore, although her wardrobe was a bit on the revealing side, her makeup and hair would definitely need to be toned down.

After a quick conference, Amerie took a seat at the vanity table set up at the end of the room and I quickly went to work. I used warm browns and honey golds on her beautiful, sultry eyes. The classic colors gave her a sporty, yet feminine and elegant radiance. I carefully groomed her eyebrows and curled her thick, full eyelashes. After a few swipes of jet-black mascara, her eyes were simply gorgeous. I also used similar honey gold tones on her cheeks and lips. As a final accent, I spritzed a bit of glittery body oil on her satiny skin.

After I was done, she shook out her long, jet-black hair and admired her reflection in the mirror. "It's perfect, Nikii. Very nice." She looked me in the eye. "I've really liked your work so far."

"Thanks," I said shyly. Damn. Here I go again. Beautiful women were always my weakness.

Next, Amerie went over to see Dana and take a closer look at the wardrobe. Her angelic face glowed with excitement as she fawned over the outfits. Each set, consisting of a sexy top and a matching bottom, was decorated with a NBA team logo and bright, vibrant colors.

"These are so cute!" she exclaimed. "I have to get some of these for myself."

"Help yourself," Ms. Cole said. "Compliments of the NBA." Amerie smiled and graciously thanked her for the gifts.

Amerie's first outfit was a fire-engine red fitted crop top with matching satin shorts. Her honey-brown skin looked radiant against the vibrant color. I watched her stretch and turn to adjust the clothing on her body. I held my breath as I gazed at her beautiful figure. Her stomach was taut and when she turned, I saw her slender back and tiny waist slope down into her firm, well-rounded ass. As I watched, I silently thanked the Universe for my good fortune.

Once she was ready, Amerie walked to the center of the basketball court, in front of the cameras that were set up there. Once the photographer was ready, he gave us the thumbs-up sign. As she began to pose, a familiar heat rose in me. I smiled as my chocolate nipples hardened into stiff peaks. I knew my body wouldn't be able to control itself.

As it turns out, I wasn't alone. Every person in the room was mesmerized as Amerie totally rocked the first part of the shoot. Thankfully, someone brought a CD player, so we put her latest single on. Her body rhythmically swayed to the hip-hop sounds coming from the speakers.

She placed one hand on her hip and looked directly into the lens. As the photographer snapped, she turned and looked back seductively into the camera. Winking at him, she hit a few more poses and he kept clicking away until he gave us a second thumbs-up sign.

As we changed her into the next outfit, I overheard Ms. Cole talking on her cell phone behind me.

"Oh, they're here in Vegas?" she said. "Here at the Palms? Great! Tell them to come on up to the Hardwood Suite. I'll call down and clear it with the front desk."

After a couple of quick calls, Ms. Cole turned to us. "Amerie? We have a couple of the official NBA cheerleaders here in the hotel. They're in Vegas for some of the MTV festivities. I'd like for them to come up and take a few pictures with you. Is that ok?"

Karen, in full publicist mode, motioned to Amerie and they worked out the plans with Mrs. Cole. As they were talking, the doorbell to the suite rang. After a few moments, I heard the distinct click of high heels and my jaw dropped at what I saw.

In walked two of the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen.

The taller creature was a satiny, chocolate brown. She had midnight-black hair that dipped just below her shoulders and was cut into long, easy, swinging layers. Her delicate features were set off by a firm jawline and a bright smile.

The smaller woman had a creamy, light brown complexion. Her hair was a rich chestnut shade and lay in full, soft waves down her back. She smiled warmly, making her hazel eyes twinkle.

Both women wore official NBA t-shirts with tiny shorts. I felt a delicious shiver run through me as I admired their lean, toned arms and legs.

Ms. Cole spoke. "Everyone meet April and Anika. They're with the Los Angeles Lakers dance team, otherwise known as the Laker Girls. They're going to shoot a few frames with Amerie."

"Hey everybody!" Anika called out, her dark brown skin gleaming. April just waved shyly. Her caramel skin was just as radiant.

"Ladies, I want you to meet Amerie," Ms. Cole said. After all of the introductions were made, Ms. Cole turned back to April and Anika. "Ok, ladies. Please see Dana to get fitted for your wardrobe. You'll be wearing some of those outfits over there." She pointed to the racks of clothes. "And as far as your makeup?" She looked over at me. "Nikii? Would you be able to do them?"

I smiled at the double entendre but quickly composed myself. "I'd love to, as long as it's ok with Amerie. She's the one who hired me for today."

Amerie and Karen looked at each other.

"Oh, we'll take care of all the costs, Amerie," Ms. Cole said. "It's just that I'm in a bind. I really don't want to call another makeup artist." She paused. "Or hairstylist, for that matter," she said as she looked over at Joi. "I need them both, actually." She paused. "So much so, that I'm willing to pay triple for their time. And we can reimburse you, Amerie, for the time they're working for me. Would that work?"

Amerie nodded and I was immediately relieved. Ms. Cole and I then went to the corner of the room to iron out the details.

"I really like your work," she said, once we reached an agreement about my fees. "And I'll make sure you get a bonus for helping out on such short notice. I hear you're extremely talented, so I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do."

Ms. Cole then spoke privately with Joi. Once all the details were set and Ms. Cole decided on the looks she wanted, Joi and I read through and then signed the NBA's paperwork.

Just then, April and Anika came back over. "Ok, we're fitted for the outfits. Dana's altering and pressing them now," Anika said as she smoothed back her long, black hair. "What's next, Ms. Cole?"

"Anika, Nikii's going to do your makeup. And April? Joi's going to do your hair. We're on a tight schedule, so just take 15 or 20 minutes and then switch. Then we'll be ready to go. In the meantime, Amerie, I'd like to discuss a few things with you and Karen about the shoot and about your next NBA event."

The girls and I headed over to the styling area. Joi took April to the far end and began to comb out her shoulder-length dark brown hair.

Anika plopped down in the seat in front of me at the mirror and looked at me. "So," she said. "Make me beautiful."

I laughed. "Coming right up." I pulled out several pots of my prettiest eyeshadow shades. Her smooth, dark skin, her almond-shaped eyes and her carefully groomed eyebrows were the perfect inspiration.

"Anika, since your complexion is such a deep, rich brown, I'm going to use complementary colors on you. Toffee and chocolate shades should work well. And I'm gonna use some golds too. And a bit of bronze," I smiled.

She nodded and I went to work.

I first prepped her skin with some protectants and moisturizing products. I then began to apply a light coat of concealer and foundation to her gorgeous face.

"So what's it like being a professional cheerleader? A Laker Girl, at that?" I asked as I continued working. "Sounds like it'd be a lot of fun."

"Oh, it is," Anika said. "But for the most part, it's only part-time. We don't travel with the team, so we only work home games and charity events. Things like that."

"Do you have another job?" I asked. With her toned, sculpted limbs, I guessed that it had something to do with dance.

"Actually, I'm a chemist."

"Really?" I looked at her, shocked. "Wow. That's awesome. I'm sorry I'm so surprised, but I wasn't expecting to hear that."

She laughed. "Most people aren't. But it's really simple: My grandfather founded a chemical company many years ago and my dad runs it now. They let me work around my NBA schedule."

I grabbed my brush and began working on her sultry eyes. The rich, chocolate and toffee-colored eyeshadows I used looked simply divine on her skin. "That's cool," I said. "They sound like great folks."

"Yeah, they are. But I told them both that I'd go to school and get my chemical engineering degree only if I could still dance on the side. Thankfully, it's worked out so far."

"Yeah, I'd definitely say it has," I chuckled as I added a deep, bronze shade to her eyes. But I was curious about something. "Are you and April good friends? Actually, do all of you girls get along?"

"Surprisingly, yes. There's a great group of girls on our team and in the NBA as a whole. Most are really smart and great to hang out with." Anika paused. "And April? She's great," she whispered. "She and I are real close. She's my heart."

We both turned and looked at April, who was looking right at Anika. The tender glance they shared sent a sweet warmth through me.

When April turned away, I leaned close to Anika's ear. "How long?" I whispered.

"Two years," she grinned. "And it's never been better."


I quickly applied a rich cranberry lipcolor to Anika's full lips. The deep berry shade enhanced her rich, brown skin perfectly. She puckered her lips and blew kisses to herself in the mirror. "I love this color, Nikii. And I love the whole look. You're very talented."

"Thanks." I finished her makeup as Anika admired her reflection. We conferred for a minute and I made a few changes. As I worked, I noticed April eyeing me curiously. But under our extreme time constraints, I kept working. Finally, Anika was all set.

Then she reached her hand out to me. "Give me your phone," she ordered. I reached in my pocket and handed it to her.

"I'm putting in my number," she said as she punched the keypad. "You know how hard it is to find a good makeup artist? Especially one who caters to darker skin tones?"

I nodded. I sure did.

When she was done, she got out of the chair and gave me a warm hug. "Anytime you're in L.A., give me a call, ok?"

"Will do," I said. Just then, I happened to look over at Anika. Her eyes were boring a hole right through me.

Damn. Not a good look.

"Ok, ladies," Ms. Cole announced. "Please switch. April, let Nikii do your makeup. Anika? Go to Joi for your hair."

April sauntered over to the table in front of me. "Hi. I'm April," she said coolly. She held out her hand but it was somewhat stiff as we shook.

"I'm Nikii. It's nice to meet you," I offered.

She just nodded and sat down.

I continued. "I thought that since you have such smooth, light brown skin and such pretty hazel eyes, that I would use some light pink and peach shades. I think they'd really complement your skin tone."

She shrugged.

I tried again. "Your hair really looks nice." Joi put large curls in her lengthy, dark hair and gently combed them out. The full, shiny strands shook and bounced down around her shoulders.

She snorted. "Maybe we should just get to work."

Damn. Fine. I silently worked on her skin first, then her eyes. After adding the delicate pink and peach shades, I quickly moved to her cheeks and lips and added similar colors. Soon I was done.

"How's that?" I asked.

Her eyes widened as she looked in the mirror. After a few moments, she cracked a small smile. "Actually, it's really nice. I really like it."

She shook her head and her shoulders slumped. "Sorry I was so...rude earlier."

"I understand," I said as I packed my makeup brushes back in my case. "She's really cute."

April's mouth dropped open. "How did you-"

"But she only has eyes for you," I said. "Don't worry. You two are perfect for each other."

She smiled wryly. Then she stood and held out her hand. "Nikii, if you're ever in L.A., come look us up, ok?"

"Most definitely," I said as we shook. "Count on it." I was secretly relieved that April seemed to trust me. I certainly didn't want, nor need, a pissed-off NBA cheerleader stalking my ass. Even one as gorgeous as April.

Just then, Dana came back in with the finished outfits. Once April and Anika got dressed, they joined Amerie in front of the cameras set up in the middle of the basketball court.

The beautifully brown trio held up vibrantly colored pom pons and stood next to each other. They were each dressed in a skin-tight, royal blue halter top with a tiny, pleated cheerleading skirt. Tiny sequins sewed into the garments gave the girls extra sparkle and shimmer. I especially loved that their gorgeous skin tones blended perfectly against the vibrant fabric.

Additionally, each lady had a tight, trim body with beautifully toned arms and legs. Their thighs and calves were especially firm and defined. I also studied their graceful movements, noticing that their dance training served them well.

Once the photographer began to shoot, the ladies moved smoothly in front of the camera. They hit several chic poses, one right after the other. After he shot several frames, the trio turned, facing away from the camera. Then, as if on cue, each woman looked over her shoulder and smiled directly into the lens.

Seeing such bright smiles coupled with such smooth, brown thighs and tight, firm asses made my heart start pounding in my chest. Then April and Anika knelt down to rest on one knee as Amerie stood right behind them. The sight of Amerie's dangerously long legs sent a rush of heat though all of us.

As the ladies continued their seductive poses, I shot a glance at Ms. Cole. I wasn't surprised to see one hand on her hip and the other hand resting just inside the top of her open blouse. I saw her fingers moving underneath the silky fabric, gently caressing her own soft skin.

As I looked around, I noticed that others were unconsciously either rubbing or touching themselves. The photo shoot tried to remain sporty and fun, but was steadily racing toward sexy and sensual.

We styled the ladies through two more costume changes, also redoing their hair and makeup, and they posed just as seductively as before.

All too soon, however, the shoot was over. Following Amerie's lead, we graciously thanked all of the staff and crew for their hospitality. I saw that Amerie liked to make friends on each job and leave a good impression. Judging by the wistful looks on everyone's faces as she left, she definitely succeeded.

Before we left, I hugged both April and Anika and wished them well. We giggled as we acknowledged our mutual attraction to beautiful, black women. They pinched my cheeks, calling me a cutie, and laughed when I blushed. I loved the warm camaraderie and promised to look them up soon.

I also made sure to thank Ms. Cole. "No, thank you," she said as she handed me a small envelope. "I appreciate your being so helpful. I'll definitely be working with you in the future."

Once we left and settled back in Joi and Karen's suite, we began to get Amerie ready for her autograph signing at 5pm. Since it was just after 2pm, and though we were running a bit early, we decided to go ahead and get started. Joi and Karen went into the other room to choose Amerie's outfit and get it ready.

However, after just a few minutes, the hotel phone rang and Joi picked it up. After a moment, she held out the receiver. "Nikii? It's for you."

I quickly took the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Nikii. It's Barbara Cole from the NBA."

"Hi Ms. Cole. How can I help you?"

"I think you left some of your equipment up here. I'm holding two makeup brushes. They both have jet-black handles with golden bristles?"

"Oh! Those do sound like mine." I quickly grabbed my case and looked in. "I guess they are mine. I didn't even know they were missing. I could've sworn I packed everything up. Well, thanks for calling. I'll be right up."

"That'll be fine, Nikii," she said. "One of my assistants will let you into the suite and I'll have them send you to me. See you in a minute."

After I hung up, I grabbed my purse. "Everyone? I have to run back upstairs. I forgot some of my brushes. I'll be right back, though."

Karen checked the clock on the wall. "Well, we're still a bit ahead of schedule," she said, "so don't rush. Just make sure you have everything when you get back."

"Thanks," I waved as I left.

Once upstairs at the suite, one of the male production assistants let me in. "I believe Ms. Cole's in one of the master bedrooms," he smiled. "That way," he said as he pointed to the right. "Go all the way around - past the lounge, the bar, the dining room and the storage rooms. Keep going all the way down and you'll reach the bedrooms."

"Thanks." I slipped around him and headed toward the back.

I walked for a few moments before I realized just how large the suite really was. And that I hadn't yet found the lounge, the bar, the dining room nor any of the storage rooms. I was actually now pretty lost.

"This is insane," I muttered as I kept walking, seemingly in circles. I was about to start fuming as I walked past a set of closed doors.


I froze in place just outside one of the closed doors. What was that?

"Oooh!" The voice had gotten louder.

No. It couldn't be, I thought as I leaned in and pressed my ear close to the door.

"Shhh!" Then I heard a giggle. And then a loud sigh.

Oh my goodness, I thought, grinning. No way. My curiosity got the best of me. Maybe I could take a peek.

I gently turned the doorknob. Not locked, I thought as the knob turned. Good. I pushed in gently and peeked into the dimly lit room.

"Oh my goodness!" I gasped.

The elaborate bedroom had maroon drapes and heavy, luxe wood furniture. A sturdy, modern dresser sat in the corner of the room next to a small table and chair set.

In the middle of the room sat what looked like a king-sized bed. It was decorated with a luxurious, champagne-colored satin comforter. Matching pillows were strewn across its surface. Attached to the bed was a large, brass headboard.

And on her knees, gripping the gilded headboard tightly, was Anika. She was completely nude and her breasts, capped with rigid, brown nipples, bounced and jiggled wildly. "Ohhh," she moaned, her body wriggling uncontrollably.

I looked lower.

Lying underneath her was April, furiously licking Anika's pussy. April's long, dark brown hair lay sprawled across one of the satin pillows and her head rapidly moved back and forth as she licked and sucked Anika to ecstasy. She was nude as well and her soft, smooth caramel skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

My mouth dropped open as I took in the erotic sight. I crossed my legs as I felt a delicious rush of pleasure deep within. I looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then I pressed against the doorjamb and continued to peek through the cracked door.

"April, please," Anika moaned, her passion rising.

April's fingers stroked and caressed Anika's firm thighs. I could see her tongue flicking and wriggling against Anika's swollen clit.

"Damn, April! Do it!" Anika cried. "Faster, baby!"

April's head swayed from side to side on the pillow as she licked the sweet flesh faster. She licked hard, never letting up on pleasing her lover. Her hands gripped Anika's ass and pulled her chocolate body closer. I could hear April's moans as she continued lapping Anika's wet pussy.

"More, baby! I'm almost there!" Anika gripped the headboard tighter. She panted as she closed her eyes and let out a deep moan.

Suddenly, Anika's back arched. "Ahhh!" she cried out as her entire body tensed up. "Baby, yes!"

My body tightened as well as I watched Anika reach her peak. The beautiful brown goddess was in the throes of ecstasy and I loved that I was able to watch. As it would turn out, that image would be with me for a long time.

Finally, Anika sagged against the headboard. She started to laugh as moved her body down until she lay on top of April. Resting fully on her lover, Anika bent down to April's lips. Anika whispered something I couldn't hear and both ladies giggled.

Anika gently stroked April's face. Then she leaned in and kissed the girl gently. They kissed passionately for a few moments, then Anika moved to April's neck and kissed and bit her girlfriend's heated flesh, making April giggle and squirm. Anika continued soft kisses downward until she reached one of April's small breasts. She licked the soft skin and April squirmed in pleasure.

Anika moved lower and lower, kissing and stroking, until she was positioned directly between April's outstretched legs. She bent in and kissed the inside of April's quivering thigh.

"Oooh," April moaned. Her hands reached up and cupped her tiny breasts. April teased her nipples slowly as she wriggled on the bed. "Anika, please," she whispered.

Anika gently rubbed and stroked April's thighs. "You want it, baby?" she teased. She planted more wet kisses on April's sizzling skin.

"Yesssss," April groaned. Her body tensed in anticipation of Anika's wet tongue. April's nipples were taut and her back was arched. As I watched April's body trembling, I imagined that a roaring fire had been ignited inside of her and Anika's wet tongue was the only thing that could quench the blaze.

"I love you so much, baby," Anika said as she leaned in and firmly swiped April's clit with her long, wet tongue.

"Ahhhh!" April exclaimed. "Oh 'Nika! Baby, yes!"

Anika moaned as she gently licked April's wetness. I barely saw the pink of April's pussy for Anika pressing her face deeper and deeper into the sweet juices. April cried out repeatedly as Anika continued drinking her lover's erotic essence.

As their passion grew, Anika licked faster and faster. Her hands gripped April's body and pulled the caramel beauty closer to her mouth. I shuddered as I watched her lick and slurp all of April's sugary wetness.

Then I saw Anika slide a slim finger inside April's pussy. As Anika rotated her wrist slowly, April cried out louder and nearly leapt off the bed.

The girls continued to toss and turn all over the satin comforter. April's cries and moans rang in my ears and my own juices were flowing as I took in the erotic sight. I slipped my hand underneath my tank top, all the way up to my breast. I felt the hot, tight skin as I pinched my hardened nipple. I sucked in my breath as I felt electric shocks course through me.

Suddenly April began to tremble uncontrollably. Watching her race closer and closer to orgasm made me wetter than I'd been in ages. My panties were drenched and I could smell my own arousal. I licked my lips, imagining I could taste April's essence on my own tongue.

As April's tremors increased, her moans grew even louder. Anika coaxed her on with tender words as she furiously sucked and licked April's jewel. Sensing April was close to exploding, Anika added a second finger to her tight, wet pussy.

Without even realizing it, I slid my hand inside my tight jeans, into my panties. I jumped as I touched my wetness. Moaning, I began to trace tiny circles over my own clit.

Anika, baby, I love it!" April moaned. "Baby, I love you! I love you so much! More, baby, more!" Anika groaned as she quickened her pace, her tongue working April's clit at a breakneck speed.

All of a sudden, April stiffened. "Anika!" she cried out. "I'm cumming! Now, baby, now!" She cried and moaned as Anika continued lapping up all of her girlfriend's juices. April's hair was sprawled across the pillow and her head rocked back and forth with the intense feelings.

Anika held on tight to April's thighs until they finally stilled. Anika then crawled back up until she was again on top of April. The two women embraced and kissed warmly, sharing gentle declarations of love and affection.

My heart melted at the sight.

"Nikii! There you are!" I jumped at the voice behind me and yanked my hand out of my panties. I spun around and came face-to-face with Ms. Cole.

"Oh, Ms. Cole. Hey. I was just looking for you," I said as I pulled the door shut.

"Is anyone in there?" she asked.

"No. It's empty," I said, hopefully loud enough so that the girls could hear. "Totally empty." I stretched my hand across the door. " said you found my brushes?"


Once I went back to Joi and Karen's suite, I composed myself as best I could and went back to styling Amerie for the 5pm autograph signing. She sat in a chair at the vanity table and I was removing her earlier makeup so I could make a fresh application. Joi and Karen were in the other room deciding upon Amerie's outfits for the rest of the night.

As I was digging through makeup case for my facial moisturizer, I heard my cell phone ring and I quickly pulled it out of my pocket. I smiled as I silently read a text message from my new friend, Krystal:

"Hey Nikii! I'm at LAX about to board for Tokyo. Loved meeting u :-) I'll call u when I land. TTYL babe! XO"

I laughed. "Oh wow! Hey everybody," I called out. "I just got a text from Krystal. She's not in Japan yet, but she's on her way."

Amerie smiled. "Good. I'm glad she's alright. She's a great makeup artist and she did me a huge favor coming out to help me yesterday. She's so cool." She thought for a moment. "And I noticed that the two of you seemed to hit it off right away."

I smiled. "Yeah, she's great. She's really great to talk to."

She fidgeted with her hands. "Do you think she's cute?"

I smiled harder at the memory of Krystal's silky, light brown skin and how her reddish-brown hair gently caressed her shoulders. I thought about how we laid on the bed next to one another, and I remembered the exact moment when the scent of her freshly-showered skin imprinted itself in my brain. "Yes, she is. Krystal's a beautiful woman."

"Did you know that she'"


Amerie's eyes grew wide. "You knew?"

"Yes. We talked about it." I paused. "In fact, I date women too. Is that a problem?"

"No. Not at all. It's just that...folks always told me that..."

"That what?"

She stared at her hands. "That it was wrong." Finally, she looked up at me.

I looked her in the eye. "Well, what do you think? Not what other people think. Just you."

She hesitated. "I'm not sure. But I've thought about it. I admit that I'm curious. But I wouldn't know what to do..."

"Same as with anyone else you care about. You kiss. You hug. You touch. You stroke each other's hair, caress each other's bodies. You do all the things you want done to you." I grew moist at all of the possibilities, but I didn't want to scare her off.

She interrupted my erotic thoughts. "Have you always been..."

"I dated guys when I was younger. But I always liked women too."

"Does that make you..."


Amerie laughed. "Stop reading my mind!"

I smiled as I pulled several eyeshadow pots out of my makeup case. "I used to be. But I prefer women now."

She frowned. "People I know would kill me if they ever found out I was thinking about this."

I stopped and stared directly at her. "First of all, you're a grown woman. And as a grown woman, you get to make those kinds of decisions for yourself. No one gets to live your life for you. In this country, you get to call all the shots."

Amerie nodded.

I continued. "Second, if you really don't want to, you don't have to. No one should force you to do anything you don't want to do." I dipped my brush in a pot of gold shadow and swirled it over her eyelids.

She nodded again. "I can understand that."

"Third, people have different comfort zones. What works for one person might not work for someone else. But if it's something you've thought about, you might want to think about exploring those thoughts and feelings. And you can just try it once. Try it to satisfy your curiosity. If you don't like it, that's ok too. But at least you won't still be wondering about it."

She was silent for a moment. "That makes sense." Then she frowned. "I want to do it. I do. But who would I try it with? If I choose the wrong girl, I mean woman..."

I smiled. "Oh, I'm sure someone will turn up. Someone kind. Someone considerate. Someone who'll take it slow. Someone who'll make it absolutely wonderful for you. And someone who'll keep your secret."

She looked me in the eye. "Have anyone in mind?"

I winked. "I just might."

She looked at her hands again. "Nikii, I have a confession to make. Last night, when we met? Well, when I called about your references, I got some additional information too. I heard that know..." Too bashful to say the words, she lowered her eyes. "So when I asked you about Krystal a few minutes ago, I already knew about you. I was just trying to feel you out. To see if you"

I smiled. "And the verdict?"

She paused. Then she smiled. "Well, as for now, I think-"

Karen suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Excuse me, ladies? Amerie, Joi is pressing your outfit, but we need to check the hem once more. Can you come in here real quick?"

Damn. So close. As Amerie rose from her chair, I shook my head and tossed my brush in my case.


Next on Amerie's schedule was a 5pm autograph signing at a local record store. Cross-promoting with the NBA, we chose one of the earlier outfits for her to wear. It was a vibrant, sunburst-yellow half-shirt with a popular team logo on the front. Pairing it with a skin-tight pair of jeans and a cute pair of gold sandals made her look absolutely fabulous.

Joi decided to pull Amerie's lengthy tresses up into a cute ponytail. Her jet-black hair reverted to spiral curls that looked great with the casual outfit. Embracing her hair's natural state, Joi fluffed up her ponytail so that she looked cute and sporty.

Once we arrived, the store was packed with her fans. Once the crowd caught sight of the dynamic diva, the entire room erupted in cheers. All of the kids, young adults, and even the parents went wild with Amerie and her adorable, sporty look. She signed tons of autographs and took numerous pictures with all of her fans. Time flew by, and just after 7pm, she signed the last autograph and we were once again on our way back to the hotel.

Her final appearance of the night was for an event hosted by MTV. Because the ratings for the Video Music Awards were the highest ever, MTV was hosting a party to celebrate its success and thank everyone that was involved.

To make a dramatic statement at the nighttime event, Joi dressed Amerie in a dazzling ivory minidress and four-inch heels. Tiny flecks of gold sparkled on the delicate fabric and matched the golden tones in her smooth, flawless skin.

To complement the elegant dress, I gave her a dramatic look. I used smoky black and dark brown shades on her eyes and I gave her scarlet red lipstick to accentuate her bright smile.

Once I was done, I quickly packed up all of my equipment, except for a few beauty essentials that I stuck in my purse. While Amerie was still getting ready, I took a few minutes to gather my makeup case, along with the rest of my equipment, and drop it off in my room.

Just after 9pm, we were ready to leave so we all loaded into Amerie's limousine. Once we arrived, she immediately made the rounds, greeting all of the MTV brass. I sat at the bar, sipped on a cola and watched her mingle with the music executives. I could tell by their shy smiles that they were enchanted by her exotic beauty and charming personality. I smiled as I realized that she had the same effect on me.

As I sat there, I was a little wistful. I'd been thinking about our earlier conversation since earlier, but I was pretty much out of options as to how to make anything happen.

After about thirty minutes, still posted at the bar, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulders. I turned to see Joi standing behind me. She smiled as she handed me a small, white envelope. "Hey Nikii? If you want to leave, you can. We're not going to be here much longer so you can go ahead and go."

"Ok. Sure. Thanks," I said as I tucked the envelope into my handbag. "I had a great time. And please tell Amerie that I wanted to say goodbye."

"She wanted to say goodbye herself, but she's trying to finalize some new projects. But she wanted to thank you so much for all your help. You were great." She grinned. "And I hear there's a huge bonus in there for filling-in at the last minute. You go, girl!"

I laughed as we hugged tight. We then exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch. As I made my way back outside, I caught a glimpse of Amerie sitting in the VIP area. She gave me a brief wave and blew me a kiss. I smiled and waved back as I walked out of the club and into the cool, Vegas night.

Standing outside, I was a bit sad about not seeing Amerie again but there wasn't anything I could do. I then asked the doorman to call me a taxi and headed back to the hotel.


As I walked into the lobby, I saw a familiar face at the front desk. "Hey, Monica!" I beamed. My luck was getting better all the time.

I hurried over, hypnotized by her dark skin and pretty features.

"Hi Ms. Clarke! How are you?" Monica stopped typing on the keyboard and winked, giving me a dazzling smile.

"Great, thanks. And you?" I couldn't stop admiring the gorgeous beauty. I first met her Sunday morning when I checked into the hotel and was immediately attracted to her satiny-smooth dark brown skin and her luscious, curvy figure. Since I didn't think I'd ever see her again after that, I marveled at my good luck.

"Just fine. But I'm curious. You're a makeup artist?" she asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Wow. I'm fascinated. That must be so interesting. I've always loved that kind of stuff."

I couldn't resist. "If you'd like to get together to discuss it sometime..."

She smiled. "Well, I'm about to go on break. Want to go have a quick drink?"


Ten minutes later, I sat across from Monica in the sports lounge. Because I hadn't seen her since we first met, I was glad that I now had a chance to fully admire this stunning creature.

I was instantly spellbound by her smooth, mocha complexion. Perfectly groomed eyebrows framed her slanted brown eyes. Her full, sexy lips hinted at a bright smile. Her jet-black hair lay straight and sleek around her shoulders

I especially loved her full, generous figure. Her supple, round breasts captivated me the moment I saw her. Even in her formal hotel uniform, I could still make out her generous thighs and calves. As we walked to the lounge, I took special note of her round, ample ass. I looked forward to getting to know this luscious beauty more intimately.

Just then, a slender waitress with fiery-red hair came over. "Hi ladies." She took a closer look at the ebony goddess across from me. "Hey Monica," she smiled. "What can I get for you ladies tonight?"

"Hey Luann, I'll just have a sprite. And you, Nikii?"

"Umm...the same. Thanks."

"Ok, ladies. I'll be right back." Luann turned and went to the bar to get our drinks.

"Well, I'm on duty, so that's my excuse, but no alcohol for you?" Monica asked.

"Nah. I'm not a big drinker."

Monica slid her chair closer to me. "So...what are you into?"

"What am I into? A lot of things." I sat back in my chair. "I'm a makeup artist. So I guess I'm," I grinned. "I love beautiful women."

"Well, you're certainly in the right industry," she said as she tucked her hair behind her ears. "When did you get started?"

"Way back. I used to do hair and makeup for all my Barbie dolls. I had them all lined up on my mom's kitchen table just like a beauty salon!" We laughed and I noticed a cute twinkle in her eyes. I was officially smitten.

"After I finished high school," I continued, "I studied graphic art in college for a while, but I ended up going to beauty school. Then I worked in a few hair salons. I just left the last one and finally went solo a few months ago."

"Okaaay," she laughed. "I see that was the extra-speedy version. Next time, I need more detail please."

I laughed and blushed.

"You don't give up much, do you?" she joked.

I laughed again. Just then, Luann brought our drinks. We clinked glasses and Monica took a long sip of her soda. Watching her full lips over the rim of the glass, I imagined them locked onto mine. Then onto my taut, chocolate nipples. I shivered at the thought.

I tried changing the subject. "So what about you? What's your story?"

"Well, I'm single. No children. I work the late shift here at the front desk. During the day, I go to school." She paused. "Was that brief enough for you?" she chided.

"Funny. You've got jokes."

She took another sip. "So how long are you in town for?"

"Well, the job I was on today just ended. I guess I'll probably fly out tomorrow afternoon."

"Sorry to hear that." She reached out and placed her hand over mine. She softly stroked my fingertips as she winked at me. "I would have liked to have gotten better acquainted."

I was surprised at how forward she was, but was secretly relieved that I could finally express my attraction to this lovely woman. I stroked her hand, loving the feel of her soft, smooth skin. "Me too."

We talked for a few more minutes and eventually exchanged numbers. Though I wasn't completely sure what would become of our attraction, I at least wanted to be able to talk to her again.

Then Monica checked her watch. "Damn, Nikii. I have to get back to work." She reluctantly released my hand and slid her chair back from the table. "And for what it's worth, I really wish I had more time with you. I noticed you when you first walked in and I secretly hoped we'd have a chance to chat. And I'm glad we did. But for the record, it would have been nice to have a little more."

Suddenly yearning to stroke her soft skin and press my heated body against her luscious figure, I sighed heavily. "Yes. It would have been very nice."


Later that night, after saying goodbye to Monica, I relaxed in my hotel room. I was up late editing my how-to book and DVD series. I made notes and worked on my outlines that would describe exactly how I wanted to showcase my makeup techniques for the general public. I also designed a few sample pages on my laptop computer.

Lying in the huge, king-sized bed, I suddenly thought I could still smell Krystal's fragrance on the plush pillows. Smiling at how easily I was affected by beautiful black women, I continued working.

After a few hours of work, however, my eyes grew heavier and heavier and I decided to give in. Yawning, I finally set the materials on the nightstand, clicked off the hotel lamp and snuggled into the soft, plush pillows. Just as I fell asleep, the hotel phone rang. Dazed, I glanced at the desk clock. It was nearly 2am.

"Hello?" I answered, yawning.

"Hi, Nikii?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Hey." The voice paused. "It's Amerie."

I immediately perked up at the sound of the light, delicate voice. I sat up in bed and clicked on the lamp.

She continued. "Nikii, I can't stop thinking about you. And about what we talked about." She paused. "Can we talk? I mean, can you come up so we can talk some more?"

"Sure. Of course."

"Thanks. Just come up to room 2907."

I hung up and leaned back against the pillow, shocked at the new turn of events. Spying the extravagant fruit bowl on the table Monica had delivered to me earlier, I suddenly smiled.

I quickly picked up the hotel phone and began to dial. "Room service? I'd like to place an order..."


Ten minutes later, I knocked on the door to Amerie's suite. She opened it and quickly ushered me in. Once inside, I turned around and we took a closer look at each other.

I wore a basic white tank top and a tight denim skirt with sexy, gold high-heeled sandals. Though I was only 5'4", I had long legs that were as slender and toned as the rest of my body, so I loved to wear skirts and heels. I was also pleased that such simple, yet casual garments blended perfectly with my smooth, dark brown skin.

I wore a bit of black eyeliner and midnight-black mascara, coupled with a touch of cranberry lipgloss. Also, before I left my room, I'd pulled my jet-black hair into a loose updo but several strands had slipped out and now fluttered around my face.

When I looked at her, I was stunned.

She wore a midnight-black satin robe, knotted at the waist. The soft fabric caressed her slim, lean figure seductively. Her full, jet-black tresses lay over her shoulders in cute, spiral curls. I saw that she had scrubbed her face clean of all the makeup, but her honey-brown skin remained clear and radiant. "Thanks for coming."

"Sweetheart, thanks for inviting me," I whispered. "Come on. Let's relax a bit." I motioned her over to the brick-red, velvet chaise lounge, positioned against the edge of the bed. "Come. Let's sit. And talk." We sat next to each other on the chaise.

"I know you're nervous," I began.

"No, Nikii," she interrupted. "I've already thought about it. I know what I want. And it's you. You're so sweet to everyone. And so kind. Nikii, I know I want you." She leaned in and kissed me softly on my cheek, then near my earlobe.

She drew back and looked me in the eye. I saw raw passion dancing in her dark brown pools.

As we sat there, I grasped her hands in mine. Though her passion was racing, I wanted and needed to start slow. I lifted one of her hands and gently kissed the soft flesh. I turned it over and placed a soft kiss on her palm. Then I nipped each of her delicate fingers.

She squirmed against me. "Nikii," she giggled. "That tickles!"

I smiled as I gently kissed the inside of her arm, from her wrist all the way up to her shoulder. Continuing my kisses, I buried my face in her neck and inhaled her scent. I then planted tens of tiny kisses from the base of her neck up to just under her ears. I even tenderly bit and kissed her tiny earlobes.

She squirmed underneath my ministrations. "Oh, Nikii," she sighed. "Nikii, please!"

"I'm here, baby," I murmured as I covered her soft mouth with mine. I closed my eyes and tasted a faint, but delicious peppermint flavor. I gripped her hair and wound it through my fingers as I deepened my kisses.

"More," I heard her moan. I pressed my lips tightly against hers and dipped my tongue into her sweet mouth. She slid her arms around me and we embraced tightly.

Still kissing, I finally released her hair and reached for the tie on her satin robe. As I pulled it, I heard a sudden knock at the door. She looked at me questioningly.

"That's for me," I said as I crept out of the bed. I went to the door and opened it.

A handsome bellhop wheeled in his cart, removed two covered dishes and placed them on the table near the bed. After I peeked under the lids, I tipped him generously and let him out.

I turned back to Amerie. I unbuttoned my skirt and let it slide to the floor. Her eyes were fixed on my glittery, ice-blue panties and I grinned mischievously. Then I removed my tank top, picked up my skirt and tossed the clothes on a chair next to the bed. Being naughty, I left my gold high-heels on.

Her eyes widened at my nearly nude body. My dark nipples were rock hard and aching for attention. I felt a moist warmth deep between my legs, but I wanted Amerie's pleasure to come first.

"I have a surprise for you," I sang. "Sit back on the bed, please."

She rose from the chaise, crawled onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. I grabbed both of the covered dishes from the table, placed them carefully on the bed, and sat down next to her.

"The first course, Madame," I said as I lifted the first cover. She gasped in surprise. Underneath was a platter filled with delicious maraschino cherries.

"And the second course." I uncovered the second platter, which was filled with ripe, juicy strawberries. "I thought we could use a late-night snack."

She grinned as I picked up a red, ripe cherry by its stem. "Open wide," I teased.

She stuck out her pink tongue and wiggled it. I dipped the cherry onto it and she bit it from its stem and slipped it into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned.

I reached for another cherry. "Lie flat on your back," I said as I held the juicy piece of fruit out above her. She quickly scooted down on the bed and lay flat on the soft comforter. I undid the belt to her robe with my other hand.

As the material parted, I was treated to the erotic sight of her lovely nude body. Her small, round breasts stood firm at attention. Her smooth stomach and hips gently sloped into long, lean legs and small, delicate feet. The dark triangle between her legs looked especially inviting.

I fed her the cherry and she smiled in pleasure.

Then I reached for one of the strawberries. Looking in her eyes, I rubbed the tasty treat against one of her taut nipples. "Oooh," she moaned as she felt the coolness against her warm skin. As I fed it to her, she licked her lips at the sweet morsel.

All of a sudden, I bent my head to lap at her honey-brown peak. I sucked deeply at the firm flesh, loving the fruity sweetness.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. Her body jumped as I continued licking and sucking her rigid nipple. I felt her body twist against me and I knew she loved the delicious sensations. I sucked harder and moved my hands up to cup her lovely breasts. I kneaded the soft skin as she moaned in ecstasy.

Suddenly, her body tensed. "Wait! Wait, Nikii, wait." She struggled to sit up. She looked at me, silent for a moment, then sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "Nikii, I'm...I'm..."

"Still nervous?" I asked

She sighed and nodded. She gathered her robe around her, covering her body.

"It's ok," I said as I snuggled closer to her. I gently stroked her hair for a few moments, allowing her to regain her composure. "It's alright."

I could see her body still trembling. Her nipples were still erect and still gleaming from where my lips and tongue had been. Yet wanting her, I decided upon another approach.

"I won't touch you if you're uncomfortable," I started. " can touch yourself if you want..."

Her eyes widened.

Deciding to take a chance, I risked it. "Open your robe," I said.

She sat quietly for a moment, then her passion got the best of her as she slowly pulled open the garment, again revealing her lovely, nude body.

Pleased that she was more comfortable, I continued. "Close your eyes."

She obediently closed both eyes.

I leaned in close to her ear. "Touch your breasts," I whispered.

She hesitated, but soon took her slim fingers and traced soft circles around her hardened nipples. Her scarlet-red fingernails swirled around and around her turgid peaks. A soft moan escaped from her lips.

"Grab them. Squeeze them," I said.

She closed her eyes and cupped her small breasts in both hands. She sighed as she squeezed them tight.

My eyes were focused only on her smooth, silky honey-brown skin. I watched as her hands rubbed and caressed her breasts. My panties were now drenched as my liquid passion flowed freely. I could smell her arousal as well and the delicious scent spurred me on.

"Move your hands lower," I said.

Her hands released her breasts and stroked the tight skin on her stomach. She drew lazy circles on her velvety, soft flesh.


She teased the soft curls on her heated mound. The sight of her touching herself was driving me crazy but I fought to stay in control. After a few moments of watching her caress the sensitive flesh so close to her wet pussy, I decided we both needed more.


She suddenly dipped her slim fingers deep between her legs. "Ohhh," she moaned. Her legs moved up and down on the bed. Beads of sweat gathered on her smooth, brown skin.

"Stroke it, baby."

The fingers on her right hand crept slowly over her clit. "Ahhh," she sighed.

I could smell her arousal more strongly now and I licked my lips at the scent of her intimate fragrance. I watched as her fingers moved in tight circles over her wetness.

"Doesn't that feel good, baby?" I asked.

"Yesss," she sighed as her body continued riding the waves of passion.

I gave her a few moments before issuing my next command: "Faster."

She pulled her legs up and arched her back as she swirled her fingers faster and faster over her pink slit. "Oh my God," she moaned. Her nipples were rock hard and her breathing became increasingly labored. Her honey-colored skin was flushed and her head moved from side to side.

"Faster, baby. Rub that sweet clit, honey," I whispered.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried as her body undulated on the bed. She rubbed harder as her thighs became wet with her juices. As I watched the honeyed liquid seep from her pussy, I knew I had to taste that pink jewel soon, but not just yet. I watched her climb higher and higher toward an explosive orgasm as my own pussy throbbed and pulsed with excitement.

I needed her to reach that last plateau before I moved in for the kill, so I whispered the one thing that would send her over the edge: "Cum for me, baby! Cum for me now!"

Her hips rocked all over the bed. The sheets, moist with her sweat, were tangled underneath her. "Yes, yes, yesssss!" she shrieked.

Not ready to touch her yet, I dipped my finger into my panties and stroked my swollen clit in rhythm with her. I shuddered at the intense pleasure. "Oh baby," I sighed. "You look so beautiful!"

Suddenly, Amerie's body went stiff. "Ahhh! I'm cumming!" she cried.

I quickly moved between her legs and watched her fingers flying at a furious pace.

"Now, now!" she cried.

I finally bent in and took a long lick at her wet slit. Loving the sweet, sugary taste, I followed with deep kisses on her dripping clit. Wiggling my tongue until it was deep inside of her, I felt even more of her juices against my lips.

"Ahhh!" she screamed. She grabbed her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her body tossed and turned on the bed and I had to grab her hips and ass just to hang on.

I lapped at her wet pussy, burying my face in her sweet stickiness. She moaned repeatedly, riding the waves of ecstasy. Over and over again, she cried out in blissful ecstasy.

Finally, her body went limp. She panted as she struggled to speak.

I looked up at her from between her legs. "You like?" I whispered.

After a moment, she smiled. "I love." Somewhat regaining control, she yawned and stretched full out on the bed.

I planted a last kiss on her pussy and moved up next to her. We gathered the bed covers over our bodies and snuggled against each other. After kissing her softly on the neck, we drifted off to sleep.


Yawning, I opened my eyes. The desk clock read 4am. Silently, I crept out of bed. Amerie was snuggled against her pillow sleeping soundly. I got dressed, grabbed a pen and paper from the drawer in the nightstand and scribbled a quick message:

"Hey sweetie! Didn't want to wake you. Thank you for a wonderful evening. Kisses."

Then I scribbled down my phone number, quickly grabbed my bag and slipped out of her suite unnoticed.

Once I got back to my room, I went straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. A few minutes later, I lay nude under the covers while I checked my messages.

I only had three. One from my mom. Another from a client confirming a job two weeks from now back in Miami.

I smiled as I listened to the last one:

"Hey Nikii! This is Saadia Jeffries. Your sorority sister? Well, listen. Nicole Scherzinger needs a makeup artist for tomorrow night. She's doing a special performance at the new Pussycat Doll Lounge over at Caesar's Palace. If you're still in town, are you interested? I hope so. Well, it's late now, so I'll call you first thing in the morning with all the details, ok? Well, thanks hon. Talk to you soon. Bye."

I had to smile.

Life was definitely good.


The End

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