Stories By Mi'Chelle

Good News!

2011-07-09T12:32:00.001-04:00

One of my short stories (A Family Affair) has been featured in BELOVED MAGAZINE, the edgy new on-line magazine that takes you on an enchanting & enlightening walk through love, romance, relationships, passion, sexuality and sensuality - all from a Christian perspective.

Although my story is featured on pages 28-32, read the whole magazine because it’s just THAT GOOD! Thanks for your support. Hugs!

Here’s the link to view the current issue of BELOVED MAGAZINE:

www.pecantreemags.com/beloved.html.

Suprina/Michelle

VOD Blog Story Started!

2011-05-16T19:58:00.001-04:00

Just a quick note to let everybody know that the latest VOD Blog story (Sweet Lips) has started. Mocha Interlude Fan Club Members may use their FREE PASSES to get into this private site.

To become a member of this club and receive your own FREE PASS, visit the link below:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mochainterlude/

Otherwise proceed to the following link to purchase access into the current story:

http://suprinafrazier.webs.com/apps/webstore/products/show/758781

Now here’s a little blurb about Sweet Lips:

Cheena is used to keeping secrets and she's good at it, too. She kept one from her grandmother for years. She's keeping another from her online friends. However, the secret that Dillon wants her to keep is one with the potential to destroy her very soul.

Sound interesting to you? If so, come join us on the VOD Blog!

Suprina/Mi’chelle

TELL THE TALE Contest!

2011-04-21T20:31:00.001-04:00

To all my READER FRIENDS:

Here's a fun chance to win a FREE e-book from my collectible and current catalogs. The name of the game is TELL THE TALE. It can be found in the NOTES section on my Facebook page.

If you’re not already one of my FB friends, please FRIEND ME in order to participate in the contest. Here’s the link to do so: (http://www.facebook.com/suprina.frazier).

The TELL THE TALE contest rules are below…

· Read the daily excerpts that I post to my FB status and guess the name of the Suprina Frazier/Mi’Chelle Dodson book that it was taken from.

· All guesses MUST be posted in the comment thread. Inbox guesses are null and void.

· The 1^st person to guess correctly wins a FREE e-book from my collectible and current catalogs. Your choice! (Excluding Pretty Packages and Someday).

· If you guess the correct names of the characters too, you win 2 FREE e-books. Again, Your choice!

· No repeat winners in the same week in order to give everyone a fair chance to win a freebie.

· TELL THE TALE contest will run all this week – April 18-22, 2011 (which means the contest is ALREADY in session at the time of this post, so run on over and jump right into the pool with the rest of us. lol).

· New excerpts will be posted around 6pm EST.

Helpful links:

· Facebook link: http://www.facebook.com/suprina.frazier

· Collectible catalog link: http://mochainterlude.bravehost.com/Previews.html

· Current catalog link: http://stores.lulu.com/suprinaf1

Live Author Chat!

2010-07-23T15:17:00.002-04:00

I’m having a LIVE AUTHOR CHAT this Sunday (July 25^th) from 6pm-7pm within my Mocha Interlude Yahoo group (see the link below). We’ll be chatting about my latest freebie (Alien of Our Own) and basically anything else that comes to mind. Hope to see you there!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mochainterlude/

Be blessed, y'all!

Suprina/Mi'Chelle

2 Treats For You!

2010-07-07T14:09:00.002-04:00

Heyyy, Everybody!

Sorry I’ve been so quiet on the blogs lately. Life distractions had me focusing on other things. In any case, I have a treat for you today. Two treats, in fact.

Treat 1: I just posted a short story entitled A Wife Scorned on the Valent Chamber website for your reading enjoyment. Here’s the link to the story:

http://valentchamber.com/viewstory.php?sid=1180

Treat 2: I just uploaded a full-length freebie entitled Alien Of Our Own on my Yahoo group. Here’s the link to gain access to the pdf file (keep in mind that this freebie will expire August 1^st):

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mochainterlude/

Enjoy!

Suprina/Mi’Chelle

Great news!

2010-03-19T14:26:00.001-04:00

I just had to dip in and tell everybody that Amira Press just released my book Pretty Packages in e-book form. Yay!!!! We’re cooking with gas now, y’all. lol.

Here’s the link for you to check out the book yourself:

http://www.amirapress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=268&zenid=dn0nendebtckjbvmhdisr66lr3

When the paperback/soft cover is ready, I hope to be coming to bookstores and libraries near you for book signings and talks. God is so GOOD!!!

Suprina Frazier

New VOD Blog Story!

2010-02-28T15:27:00.002-05:00

Brace yourselves!

I’m about to do something that I have NEVER done before. I’m about to offer FREE access to my new VOD blog story to EVERYONE. You heard right. Misguided Reunion, which starts Monday (March 1, 2010), is available for ALL to read for FREE in its entirety.

Some of you might be asking, “What’s the catch, Suprina?”

lol.

Okay, there is a couple. But both of them are harmless. I promise. Tee-hee.

Catch 1: You have to comment at least once on the story. It doesn’t matter when.

Catch 2: Although access is FREE for this story, donations of any amount are also welcome (I got this idea when a reader INSISTED on paying to get into the VOD blog anyway just to support my literary efforts.) No hard feelings if you don’t/can’t donate towards this story. Suprina still luvs ya! :)

The donation button is below:

To gain access to the VOD blog, simply email me at suprinafrazier@yahoo.com at your earlier convenience. Please put “VOD Blog” in the subject line.

Note: Misguided Reunion is one of my Edgy Inspirational stories, so the spiritual themes are more potent and the heat level is decidedly lower than my Secular stories. Also this story is one of my earlier works that is currently being revamped to get it ready to be used as a fundraising project for my HS reunion class. So if you’ve read it before, just know that it’s now going to be a lot different.

Now without further ado, here’s the blurb for Misguided Reunion:

Hakeem and Farrah are unlikely friends in high school. He is popular and she is definitely not. Yet despite their differences, Hakeem still remains Farrah’s friend until...until his popular friends began to apply pressure on him to finally reject her as they have done for years. Taking the coward’s way out, he rejects the nerdy girl, completely devastating her.

Ten years later, many lives have changed. Some for good, others for bad. Farrah, in particular, has blossomed into a beautiful, successful business woman. Yet she has only one thing on her mind at the high school reunion—revenge.

Will a reformed Hakeem be able to help Farrah’s heart heal from the past before she destroys others and herself in the process? Or will her strong root of bitterness be able to withstand the mighty floods of love?

See yall on the VOD blog tomorrow!

2 for 1 Special

2010-01-27T13:50:00.004-05:00

It’s that time again, y’all!

Time for another 2 for 1 Special. Yay!!!!

Keep in mind that this 2 for 1 Special only covers the books listed on the ordering pages of my Mocha Interlude Storefront of E-Books. The special will last from Wednesday (1/27/10) until Sunday (1/31/10).

All you have to do to participate is:

Click on the following link to get started with the ordering pages: (http://mochainterlude.bravehost.com/order.html)
Select the 2 books you want, but only order one through Paypal.
Email me (suprinafrazier@yahoo.com) with your second choice for the freebie.
I send both e-books to your email address.

Sounds simple enough, right? At least I hope it does. lol. Email me if you have any questions whatsoever about the process. Looking forward to hearing from you soon!

Suprina

Yahoo Group/Fan Club!

2009-12-02T00:15:00.001-05:00

At the gentle promptings of some special reader friends, I finally decided to start a Yahoo Group/Fan Club that highlights my Mocha Interlude Collection of books. Yay!

Within this group, you can:

~Chat and socialize with me and other reader friends.

~Discuss your favorite Mocha Interlude book(s).

~Be the first to learn the latest news about my literary works.

~Read exclusive excerpts from my upcoming books.

You can sign up to become a member of this group at the link below (However, you must be at least 18 to join):

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mochainterlude

Look forward to seeing you there!

Suprina

VOD Blog - Mystery Question(s)

2009-11-20T15:00:00.002-05:00

VOD Blog Free Pass - Mystery question(s):

~ What are the names of Subrina’s sisters?

~Why were the twins given those unique names?

~Who is the older twin?

* * *

CONTEST IS NOW OFFICIALLY OVER

See comment section for the winner!

VOD Blog - Free Pass!

2009-11-18T00:15:00.003-05:00

You want to read the rest of Big Girls Won’t Cry, but your money looking funny right now? Or maybe you have international exchange rate issues, making it impossible to join us on the VOD blog at present.

Don’t give up hope.

You can now gain FREE access to the VOD blog for the current story. Just be the first person to answer Friday’s mystery 3-part question. Though I can’t reveal what that 3-part question will be ahead of time, here’s a hint - it involves blood kinships.

The mystery question will be posted at 3pm EST Friday (11/20/09), which gives people in all time zones the chance to participate in this contest. The contest ends when someone guesses all the right answers first. Please adhere to ALL contest rules below in order to avoid being disqualified.

Contest Rules:

The first person to answer correctly wins.
All answers must be put in the comment section. (Any answers emailed to me will be disqualified in order to remain fair to the readers who are abiding by all contest rules).
Blogger comment times will be used to determine the winner.
Those already signed up for the VOD are not eligible to participate directly in this contest for obvious reasons, but you can indirectly help a friend to win by giving him/her the answer to post in the comment section under his/her own name.

Big Girls - Moved To VOD Blog!

2009-11-01T16:08:00.000-05:00

Get my banner code or design your own banner

Here’s the link to gain access:

http://suprinafrazier.webs.com/apps/webstore/products/show/758781

Big Girls - Ch. 47.4

2009-10-31T19:39:00.001-04:00

“How did you get this?” Subrina asked through clenched teeth once she had calmed down somewhat from her explosive outburst. However, the tips of her ears were still hot with ire. Her trigger fingers twitched as her gut told her that Ricky was somehow behind all this.

“Ricky sent it to Mercedes, who turned around and sent it to everybody else. At least to all of the girls anyway,” Dee-Dee replied. “I figured I was the best person to tell you since I don’t take pleasure in other folks’ pain and since I wasn’t afraid to get slugged like Sun-Hee.” She let out an awkward chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It didn’t work. Subrina was still trigger-finger mad. She also started to pace the floor.

“I thought Ricky might have something to do with this,” Subrina said. “Clearly he did this to get back at me for shutting him down at that rehearsal. And clearly I’m about to go to Vegas and shut him down again.”

Dee-Dee’s eyes bucked. “You’re about to go to Vegas?”

“Oh yes. I can’t wait to put a little static shock in Ricky’s world. Break him down like a fraction.” Subrina headed to her closet even now. She had to get to Vegas for yet another reason – to remove her sisters from the wrong New Year’s Eve party.

What the heck were Tuesday and Wednesday doing there anyway? They usually hit up the nightclubs in L.A. on holidays. Why would they be at a party full of wannabe pimps and their associates?

“You’re not going to include Caesar in that shut down plan?” Dee-Dee asked, sitting in the chair by the door. “After all, he was dancing with those girls.”

“And make Ricky and Mercedes happy? No way,” Subrina replied, though she was peeved about the wide smiles that had been on Caesar’s face in those photos. “Besides, unlike some women, I don’t consider dancing with other people to be a deal breaker in my relationships. As long as no kissing or fondling is involved during that dance, I’m good,” she said, speaking truth.

Subrina had danced with other man throughout her whole marriage to Bryon. He hadn’t protested because she had always been respectful with her dance partners.

“Plus, based on those photos, Caesar hadn’t really done anything wrong with those twins except enjoy their attention a little bit too much like most heterosexual men would. And yes, they were dancing close, but not close enough to constitute any kind of grinding action on his part,” Subrina continued, using logic to calm herself down even more as she moved garments around in her closet.

“You’re so right,” Dee-Dee said, scanning through the photos on her phone again. “All he really is doing is dancing with those twins.” She lifted her gaze and added, “Looks like Ricky tried to set his own cousin up.”

“My suspicions exactly, which is why I have to go to Vegas and handle this situation there, lest chaos erupts on P-Ranch property again and I really get fired next time,” Subrina replied, pausing to look her new friend’s way through the open closet door. “But don’t tell anybody where I’m going, all right? I need the element of surprise on my side to really pull this thing off. I also want you to send copies of those pictures to my phone. I may need them as evidence.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t say a word,” Dee-Dee replied excitedly, looking thrilled to be sharing a secret between them. “I just wish I could be there to see you in action.” Returning her gaze to her phone, she quickly programmed it to forward the photos to the number her teacher/friend had given her weeks ago.

“I’ll take a few pictures of my own while I’m there, okay?” Subrina replied, exiting the closet with two dresses, one in each hand. Both still had tags on them and had never been worn before.

“Okay.” Dee-Dee looked up with a grin.

“Now which dress should I wear? The red one? Or the black one?” Subrina asked, holding up the dresses in her hands.

“The red one,” Dee-Dee replied, pointing to the dress she liked the most. “The color will make you stand out even more in a crowd. Plus the plunging neckline will make your boobs look bigger.”

“As if they aren’t big enough.” Subrina chuckled, looking down at her full bosom. A bosom that had her pajama top sticking out nearly eight inches in front of her.

“When it comes to boobs and men, bigger is always better. Trust me.” Dee-Dee laughed, pushing her large melons together in her V-neck purple sweater before getting up to leave.

“I believe you.” Subrina chuckled, recalling how much attention Caesar usually paid to her own melons during their times of intimacy.

If all he did is dance with other women tonight, he might be able to get his feast on again, Subrina decided. “Thanks for having my back, girl,” she said aloud, moving to give Dee-Dee a fond hug.

“It was the least I could do. You’ve done nothing but have our backs since you got here,” Dee-Dee replied, hugging her in return.

Once again Subrina almost cried as she suddenly found herself in yet another tender moment. Almost, but not quite. It wasn’t time for her to bawl just yet.

When Subrina was finally alone again, she exchanged her pajamas for a black sweat suit.

A sweat suit? What happened to the dress she planned to wear tonight? The one Dee-Dee helped her choose?

Subrina still intended to wear that dress, just not right now. When she drove out of the P-Ranch compound tonight, she wanted security to think that she was just going on a late-night food run. She didn’t want anyone to give Ricky, Mercedes, or Caesar the heads-up about what was about to go down next.

* * *

Subrina’s dress choices:

Choice one (red dress): http://www.monifc.com/plus-size-dresses/casual-dresses/marilyn-convertible-dress-1.html

Choice two (black one): http://www.igigi.com/plus-size-dresses/plus-size-evening-dress/alice-dress-with-shrug.html

Do you think she chose the right one?

Big Girls - Ch. 47.3

2009-10-31T18:06:00.001-04:00

While Subrina was dealing with kinship issues in her room, Blaine was dealing with similar issues in his office. He just found out that the P-Ranch’s newest girl was none other than his twenty-one-year-old granddaughter.

His granddaughter!

That information came out when Blaine summoned Binky to his office to question her about her work ethics. Or rather lack thereof. Severe lack thereof, though she readily helped herself to P-Ranch amenities, enjoyed a wide range of beauty treatments, and gorged on the rich food in the cafeteria.

In the short time that Binky has been there, she has faked illness at least four times. She has also laid claim to more women days than the average healthy female was allowed. Tonight she outright refused to service a client that paid big bucks to see her.

When Binky told Blaine that she was not going to be serving any more clients at the P-Ranch after tonight, he demanded to know why. She hadn’t been there for a full month yet. Surely she wasn’t ready to retire already.

That’s when Binky told Blaine that she was his granddaughter. That her mother was the child of Teresa Lourdes, the Hispanic woman whose house he burned down thirty-seven years ago.

Teresa was pregnant at the time she broke up with Blaine, but failed to inform him about it because she was afraid that she would never get rid of him. He’d been so controlling back then that she thought the only way to be free of him was to sleep with another man and drive him away.

Teresa even lied and told everyone that she was pregnant by her new boyfriend. Yet the paternity test the man insisted upon revealed that the little girl she had was not his at all. That had been his way of cutting any final ties to the woman that cost him the loss of his beloved car.

“So I really have a daughter named Teri, huh?” Blaine asked, after hearing Binky out and seeing the black attaché case full of evidence she brought along for this meeting. Evidence such as family photos, birth certificates, paternity test results, and her grandmother’s diary.

“Yes, but she’s been strung out on drugs for so long that she hasn’t been much of a daughter or a mother to anyone for years.” Binky frowned as years of pain showed up on her pretty face.

Blaine frowned, as well. It gave him no pleasure to learn that sad news about his daughter. A daughter, who had to have been pregnant at sixteen in order to have a child Binky’s age. No telling how many hardships early motherhood had brought into her life. In Binky and Teresa’s lives, as well.

“What happened to Teresa?” Blaine asked concerning his first love.

“Grandma died last winter from pneumonia. Yet another consequence of being poor and without medical benefits,” Binky disclosed with deep sorrow in her eyes. “Before she died, she finally told Mama and me all about you. When I happened to meet one of your recruiters at the grocery store I cashiered at and eventually discovered his ties to you, I secretly saw that as a sign that I was supposed to meet you, too.”

”Why didn’t you just call and arrange to meet me instead of allowing yourself to be recruited by Jon?” Blaine asked, leaning forward in his desk chair.

“Because I thought I would be rejected if I came to you the direct route. I couldn’t chance it,” Binky replied from the left side visitor chair. “Plus, I liked all the expensive gifts and special attention Jon was giving me. Do you know that he was the first man to ever even act like he cared about my mother? My own father never cared about her or me for that matter. Jon not only helped me look for Mama when she was MIA, but he helped me finally get her into a rehab center. That last thing is what really made me fall in love with him.” That last statement etched a frown into her face, along with thick pain and deep bitterness.

“I take it you’re not in love with Jon anymore,” Blaine said, noting the hard glare in her light brown eyes, which were the exact same color as his. He leaned back in his chair as a mixture of emotions settled into his soul.

On one hand, Blaine was proud that Jon had done such a great recruiting job with Binky. On the other hand, he was not comfortable with his granddaughter being that newest recruit.

In his warped mind, Blaine failed to realize that every girl at the P-Ranch was somebody’s granddaughter. And yet he was very comfortable using them for his own selfish gain. Wasn’t about to stop anytime soon.

“I hate Jon now!” Binky replied vehemently. “He told me that I would only have to do hand jobs, massages, and manage the phone sex lines when I got here. He clearly lied to me, because these men want me to do all kinds of disgusting things with and to them. The one tonight wanted me to use the bathroom on him and I wasn’t having that! As for the phone sex lines, there are none. I personally asked your wife about that bold-faced lie Jon told me.”

“There used to be an adult entertainment line in place a few years back, but we got rid of it because it was more trouble than it was worth,” Blaine replied, putting the P-Ranch services into more socially acceptable terms as usual.

“That’s the same thing Miss Vickie said. Either way, I’m not seeing any more clients, I want my room turned into a full apartment, all the amenities I can stand, and a hefty monthly stipend so that I can continue to take care of my ongoing needs and my mother’s upkeep on the outside,” Binky said. “Unless of course you want me to not only tell your wife who I really am, but also slap you with a lawsuit for false advertisement of the worst kind,” she added as her glare hardened even more.

Blaine’s eyes bucked at her demands and not-so-veiled threats. He fought to keep from lunging across his desk at her.

To choke her to sleep?

No, to hug her in pride.

She really ‘is’ my granddaughter! Blaine thought, proudly sticking his chest out. And yet not even that would stop him from turning this situation around in his favor.

* * *

Binky’s look-alike (America Ferrera) in case you needed a reminder:

http://www.fanpix.net/picture-gallery/075/191075-america-ferrera-picture.htm

Big Girls - Ch. 47.2

2009-10-31T14:29:00.001-04:00

Around 10pm, Subrina heard urgent knocking on her dorm room door. Fresh from a shower, she had to rush to dry off and get dressed.

“I’m coming!” she shouted, putting on her black satin pajamas with swift hands.

Who could it be at this hour? Had Caesar doubled back from Vegas and decided to bring in the New Year with her after all?

Subrina moved even quicker to dress now. When she opened the door, she found Dee-Dee on the other side instead.

“What’s wrong?” Subrina asked, instantly noting her anxious look. “Is somebody hurt? Is Miss Vickie sick again?” She quickly motioned for Dee-Dee to come inside as she opened the door wider.

“No. It’s nothing like that,” Dee-Dee replied, entering the neat dorm room. “But what it does involve makes me glad that I gave up on having a boyfriend a long time ago.”

Subrina frowned at those words. “Does this involve Caesar?” she asked as her heart lunged in her throat. She had to force herself to remember to close the door as anxiety rose in her own body.

“Yep.” Dee-Dee nodded with a sad frown as she produced a black camera phone from her hip-pocket belt. “It involves Caesar and a pair of twins to be exact.”

Subrina let loose expletives in every language she knew as Dee-Dee showed her two scandalous photos on her phone. She was furious. Not because Caesar was dancing with other women, but because those other women happened to be her sisters.

Her sisters!

What were the odds of this man running into so many of her relatives in one week?

Big Girls - Ch. 47.1

2009-10-31T13:43:00.002-04:00

“Bree, I just feel so guilty,” Suge said during that New Year’s Eve call from New Jersey. “Had I just gotten out of Nevada sooner, I could have gotten Granny out of that nursing home a long time ago and she wouldn’t be dealing with so many bedsores.”

“Suge, this is a situation where you’re going to have to learn to forgive yourself for not being perfect,” Subrina replied, recalling the guilt trip she’d gone on about not getting there in time to save Leesha. “Yes, it would have been great if you had gotten to your grandmother sooner, but at least you’re there now. And that’s really all that matters – doing what you can for her now.”

Suge took a deep breath and blew it out. “Thanks for saying all that, Bree. I knew I would feel better after talking to you,” she said in a much lighter tone.

“That’s what friends are for.” Subrina smiled. “Now tell me about this new house you and your new husband just bought,” she prompted, referring to the good things that had happened in Suge’s life since she left the P-Ranch.

Suge giggled like a schoolgirl. Then she began to give a wealth of excited updates about the happier areas of her new life.

After that call, Subrina decided to phone some of her relatives. She didn’t bother to call her sisters for three reasons. One, she knew this was one of their major partying nights. Two, she never called them unless it was an emergency. Three, she didn’t feel like hearing them beg for loans that they definitely weren’t getting because they still hadn’t enrolled in cosmetology school yet.

However, Subrina did talk at length with her stepfather, listened to her mother talk about the liposuction that she intended to have in February, and then spent some time fussing at her grandmother for almost blowing her cover. Respectfully fussing, but fussing nevertheless.

“I’m so sorry for trying to play matchmaker with Caesar,” Shirley said, sounding truly penitent. “Maybe I ought to cancel my partnership with him now that I know he’s connected to your investigation.”

“No!” Subrina semi-shouted. “It would devastate Caesar if you did that. Besides, he’s only connected to my investigation by birth. Meaning, his relatives are up to no good, not him. He’s clean. Trust me. I checked him out thoroughly.”

“Whew!” Shirley let out a loud breath of relief. “I’m glad that he really is as nice and as upright as he seems.”

“Yes, Caesar is most certainly a great guy.”

“Says a great girl. Any chance of the two of you becoming a great couple?”

“Nana, I thought you were sorry for playing matchmaker.” Subrina chuckled, dodging that question. She wasn’t about to tell her grandmother that they already were a couple, only to get her hopes up high for nothing. Especially when she had so little hope of her relationship with Caesar working out on a long-term basis. Once he discovered that she was one of the things that he hated the most in life – a liar – Subrina was pretty sure that they would no longer be a couple or even friends anymore.

“I was sorry for playing matchmaker with Caesar when I thought he was a bad guy.” Shirley laughed. “I’m not so sorry anymore now that I know he’s a good guy. Correction, a great guy.”

“Why are you playing matchmaker at all, Nana? Are you afraid that I’m going to end up being a lonely old woman? You’re not even that. At seventy-one, you’re far from being old in your heart and mind, you go on more dates than me, and men in their fifties are even asking you out,” Subrina said.

“True.” Shirley chuckled. “But I’m also a seventy-one-year-old woman with only one grandchild and no great-grandchildren in sight. I want to see and enjoy at least one great-grand before I die, Bree,” she added in a more somber tone.

Subrina swallowed hard. She hated when her grandmother talked about dying. It reminded her of how she almost lost her to breast cancer four years ago. It also reminded Subrina of the loved ones she really had lost. People like her father and…Leesha.

“I tell you what. Once this case is over, I’ll go to a trusted sperm bank and have all the great-grand babies you want,” Subrina promised, willing to make her grandmother happy at all costs. Besides, she’d wanted to be a mother by this age anyway. Yet because her previous weight issues had disrupted her cycle and made it sporadic, she’d been unable to conceive before. Now she was regular like clockwork. If only those babies she craved could be from Caesar’s seed.

“So I don’t get another grandson in the deal?” Shirley asked upon noting her granddaughter’s choice of conception. “By the way, you have mastered that Texas accent. It’s coming out automatically now even though you’re only talking to me. Rashad would be so proud.”

“Thanks, Nana.” Subrina smiled. “But on the grandson tip, the answer has to be no. After this case is over, I seriously doubt I’m going to be in the market for another husband any time soon,” she said, doubtful that Caesar will be as easy to get over as Bryon. “But a baby? Yes. I can definitely give you one of those. Maybe even two at a time since you know twins run on Mama’s side of the family,” she continued, referring to her twin uncles – Melvin and Kelvin.

“Twins would be great. Twin great-grand babies and a grandson would be even better.”

“Don’t get greedy, Nana. I’m going to fill the baby order, but that’s it.” Subrina laughed.

“Hey, you can’t blame a gal for trying,” Shirley said, using a Texas accent of her own.

Unfortunately, the more they talked about babies, the sadder Subrina became inside. She was sad because she wanted to have Caesar’s children and knew she couldn’t…not until the lies disappeared between them once and for all.

Big Girls - Ch. 46.3

2009-10-30T14:37:00.003-04:00

Caesar hadn’t been in Vegas for an hour yet and already he missed his woman. As the night wore on, he started to miss Bree even more. No amount of alcohol or food could fill the void. And the slender women at the party definitely didn’t do a thing for him, though not for lack of trying.

A set of twins in particular had been giving Caesar the eye ever since they got there an hour ago. They were headed his way right now.

“Hello, I’m Tuesday and this is my sister Wednesday. Can we have this next dance with you?” the more outspoken twin said.

Caesar’s left brow rose. “Both of you want to dance with me at the same time?”

“Both of us want to do a lot of things with you tonight at the same time,” Wednesday said, giving him a devouring look.

“That’s right. We don’t mind sharing,” Tuesday piped in, looking just as randy as her sister. Both of them had had one drink too many on that New Year’s Eve night.

Caesar grinned as his ego was stroked big time by their comments. He’d had a lot of women in his day, even two at the same time before, but never twins. Talk about a teenage fantasy come true!

“I’ll dance with you, but I can’t accommodate you with anything else. I’m already spoken for,” Caesar said, determined to remain faithful to the woman of his heart’s desire.

“Is your woman here tonight?” Tuesday asked, looking around.

“No, she’s not, but—”

“But nothing. What she don’t know, won’t hurt her,” Wednesday interrupted, pulling Caesar to the dance floor by one hand while her sister pulled him by the other.

* * *

Across the room, Ricky grinned as yet another stripper climbed into his lap to dance. During the changeover, he happened to look towards the dance floor.

Suddenly his eyes bucked in shock as he instantly recognized the twin sisters of Leesha’s best friend dancing with his cousin. Who let them in here?

Ricky had been so preoccupied with the long line of slender blondes, redheads, and ebony strippers giving him lap dances that he hadn’t paid enough attention to what else was going on around him. He could only hope that Subrina’s sisters hadn’t seen him yet.

Quickly hiding his face behind the torso of the current stripper in his lap in order to avoid being seen now, Ricky decided that it was time to go to his private suite. He didn’t want to hang around and risk being recognized by the twins. He especially didn’t want them telling their older sister about him and stirring up any lingering wrath Subrina might have about Leesha’s death to the point that she actually came looking for him.

Now whose going to go to my room with me, Ricky thought, deeming the woman in his lap a prime candidate for the tryst he had planned. All he needed was one more to make it a threesome.

As his lap dance came to a satisfied end, Ricky put a large bill in the woman’s black garter. Then he invited her and her friend to join him in his room down the hall. They readily agreed, clearly thinking more big tips were in store.

Deciding to do his cousin a little favor before he left, a favor that would show everyone that Caesar was the weakling in the family, Ricky retrieved his camera phone from his pocket and took snapshots of various people at the party. He made sure to get in at least two good shots of Caesar dancing with the twins.

Then he sent the photos to Mercedes’ phone with a text message that read: Looks like SOMEBODY is ova da headboard breaker. Pass da word along.

By the time we get back tomorrow, Bree will know all about the twins. Then we can all sit back and laugh as Caesar grovels like a punk to win her back, Ricky thought, grinning wickedly in his departure as he showed off his new and improved teeth.

So much for the cousins truly making up tonight.

Big Girls - Ch. 46.2

2009-10-30T13:27:00.002-04:00

Still refusing to entertain insecurities about her size, Subrina didn’t say a thing to Caesar about the Vegas trip when she saw him again. Instead she enjoyed his company, his body, and his hospitality as he catered to her in various ways tonight.

Caesar cooked a low calorie meal for Subrina, gently washed her body in the joint shower they shared, gave her a soothing massage afterwards, and then made sweet love to her for an hour. It took that long because everything was done so slowly. He lingered over every kiss, caress, and stroke. He watched her face the whole time, feeding off her every reaction.

During their afterglow moments, Subrina and Caesar spooned together on the bed while he discussed his recent trip to Florida. It took everything in her to remain calm as he told her about meeting Shirley Rayelle. Her grandmother…Nana!

Things got considerably worse for Subrina when Caesar revealed how Mrs. Rayelle turned into a matchmaker at the end of their meeting. How she claimed that he would be an ideal match for her granddaughter, who was an FBI agent and just as devoted to helping others as him.

Okay, is Nana just ‘trying’ to blow my cover? Subrina mused hotly. It was a good thing her back was turned to Caesar. Otherwise he’d see her flaring nostrils and know something was wrong.

“She even showed me a picture of her granddaughter and everything,” Caesar informed with a chuckle. “I think she said the girl’s name was Subrina with a ‘U’, not an ‘A’ or an ‘E’.”

“Wh…what did you think of Subrina? Was she pretty?” she asked, turned on by the sound of her given name upon his lips.

Subrina was also glad that she had not taken any recent photos for her grandmother to share with the world. That any photo that Caesar had seen was from her twenties when she was much larger, and before the nose job and colored contacts.

“Subrina was actually very pretty. She reminded me of you in some ways. You have the same complexion and lips as her, though your eyes and noses are different. Her face was a lot rounder, too, which means she’s probably much heavier than you.”

“You don’t like girls that size?” Subrina asked, now wondering how attracted he would be to her if she was bigger.

“I wasn’t into big girls of any kind until I met you. Now I’m open to any size, particularly yours.” Caesar kissed the left side of her neck.

Subrina smiled. Sweet man, she mused, loving him all the more for that answer.

“As for Mrs. Rayelle, I told her that I was already spoken for and politely declined her granddaughter’s phone number.” Caesar yawned as drowsiness set in.

Subrina’s eyes bucked in the dark room. When did Nana start giving her phone number out to strangers? She was going to have to talk to her about that. Soon.

“I’m glad you’re spoken for,” Subrina said, also glad that he hadn’t put two and two together yet. She was exceedingly relieved about him remaining faithful to her in Florida, too.

But would Caesar remain just as faithful in Vegas? Even with lots of slender women around to tempt and remind him of what he was missing? That was left to be seen.

“I’m glad I’m spoken for, too. I love you, baby,” Caesar whispered close to her left ear right before sleep finally claimed him.

But will you love me enough to forgive me when my lies break your heart? Subrina pondered silently, ruing the day when he would be faced with that decision.

Big Girls - Ch. 46.1

2009-10-30T11:50:00.002-04:00

It was now five days later and Subrina’s head was still in the clouds. The things Caesar did to her in that special chair were incredible and downright unforgettable. She was tingling with memories even now.

And the positions.

That chair’s position potential had seemed endless. Caesar had been insatiable in his quest to try as many of them as possible.

Subrina’s favorite had been the torso-to-back straddle. As she straddled him with her back to his torso, she experienced a level of passion that she’d never known before thanks to Caesar.

The man didn’t gently guide her hips down upon him in that position, he yanked them down in time with each power surge. A large demand for her had accumulated in his body during their time apart. Because the demand was so great, he needed the supply to be readily available and quickly accessible. Thus all the aggressive snatching…and everything else.

Subrina let Caesar have as much of her as he needed that night and also the next day since both of them were on holiday break. She’d taken all she needed of him. And yet it still hadn’t been enough.

Subrina still wanted more. Based on the phone call she received from Caesar on her last break, he wanted more of her as well.

They planned to get together again tonight. They would have gotten together before now, but he had a lot of orders to help a local furniture store fill due to a backlog of rain checks for their specialty cabinets. Caesar also had business in Florida for the past two days in reference to his growing genealogy service.

“Bree, can you go over that phrase again?” Blu asked, drawing their teacher back to their French lesson with her question.

Subrina blinked rapidly to refocus. “I’m sorry. Which phrase is that again?”

“The ‘I adore you’ phrase,” Dee-Dee volunteered, giving her a knowing look.

Subrina blushed. “Of course. It’s Je t’adore,” she replied in fluent French.

Blu nodded and repeated the phrase timidly, yet perfectly.

“Very good, Blu!” Subrina encouraged the Asian beauty. “Your French is almost as good as your English,” she told her in Korean.

Blu smiled and nodded. “Thank you,” she replied in her native tongue.

“How do you say, ‘I think my teacher is in love’ in French?” Dee-Dee asked, causing the rest of the girls to laugh.

Only one person refused to laugh – Mercedes. Needless to say, she was not happy about Subrina and Caesar being a couple now.

“She won’t be in love after Caesar goes to Vegas tomorrow night for the guys’ annual New Year’s Eve romp with the skinny girls,” Mercedes announced spitefully, referring to the year end party where Ricky and the guys overindulged themselves with slender women before a new recruiting season began.

Subrina frowned at the clear hater in the group. “Jealous much, Mercedes?” she quipped, getting to the root of the issue without confirming or denying her feelings for Caesar. She hadn’t even declared her feelings to him yet. Why would she admit them to the girls?

Although the P-Ranch ladies were nice, despite their sordid profession, all of them gossiped far too much and far too often about the wrong things. Very few of them were willing to spill the beans about stuff that would make a real difference in Subrina’s investigation and set them all free. Sometimes she wondered if the girls wanted to stay in bondage. She fought daily not to be discouraged and disheartened by that notion.

“Why would I be jealous of you or anybody else?” Mercedes countered with a sassy roll of the neck. “I’m the top chick around here, got a fat bank account, a beautiful face and a body that men dream about.”

“Wow! You must be very proud of yourself,” Subrina replied calmly, refusing to be provoked into foolish dialogue with a student. “Now everyone please turn to page 125 in your workbooks. Mercedes, you take the first question since you’re in such a talkative mood today.”

Mercedes scowled at being so easily dismissed. Defiance etched into her face, making it look considerably less pretty. Yet because she knew Blaine expected her to learn French in order to be more marketable, she complied with the teacher.

Inwardly, Subrina counted down the minutes to when she could talk to Caesar about tomorrow’s boy’s night out. All he’d told her about the New Year’s Eve party was that it was in Vegas, that he only agreed to go this year because his aunt wanted him and Ricky to use this as an occasion to really make up, and that he wouldn’t return until the next afternoon because he didn’t like to drive after he’d done that much celebratory drinking.

Nothing had been said about the skinny girl factor.

And just like that, Subrina started to have thoughts that she hadn’t had in years. Thoughts that only tormented big girls. Thoughts that if not dealt with quickly could chip away at her self-esteem and topple it all over again.

I choose to believe that my man loves me enough and values me enough not to cheat on me just because skinnier women are around, Subrina rehearsed, using a positive thought to soothe the ruffled feathers in her soul. And if he doesn’t, then I don’t need him in my life anyway!

Big Girls - Ch. 45.4

2009-10-29T20:30:00.002-04:00

With the memory of that hot kiss fresh in her mind, Subrina typed up her report with rapid fingers, anxious to get back to her man. After sending the email to Karianne, she locked up her Blackberry in the closet, quickly packed an overnight bag, and then went to shower and shave. She took her time with the last two things.

Once all of that was done, Subrina dressed in a raspberry-colored babydoll with a plunging back. Then she pulled on a sexy black sweater dress. On her feet were a pair of black thigh-high boots that laced up in the front. Her hair was blow-dried straight back. She kept her makeup just as simple as her hairstyle. Why bother when she was only going to sweat both of them out anyway?

When Subrina finally got to Caesar’s ranch, he did not ravish her immediately like last time. This time he took her on a tour of the house, leaving his bedroom for last.

“I see you made a new headboard,” Subrina said upon entering the master suite. The new headboard looked even more intricately designed than the last one. “Wow! You’re quite the craftsman, baby.”

“Thanks, but that’s not all I made recently,” Caesar replied, hugging her from behind. “Take a look to your right.”

Subrina complied with his instructions. “You made a yoga chair?” she said with wide eyes.

“Also known as a tantra chair for those on the sexually adventuresome side.” Caesar chuckled and planted a kiss on the right side of her neck. “I built it for us, baby. I can’t wait to break it in with you tonight. Hopefully we won’t actually break it.” He chuckled again, huskier this time.

Subrina half-turned to look at him more fully. “You were that confident I would come back here someday, huh?”

“That determined.” His frisky hands went to the hem of her dress and started to slowly travel upwards. “In fact, I plan to make you my wife one day. And these sexy childbearing hips of yours are going to carry a whole lot of grandkids for my mother.” He squeezed her hips even as he mentioned them.

Subrina gasped and shuddered. She saw the determination in his eyes. Heard it in his tone. This bold man was serious about marrying her and starting a family. She was seriously tropical because of it.

“You got the name-it-and-claim-it concept all wrong, mister,” Subrina countered, forcing herself to move away from him. “You can’t go around claiming me as your wife without my permission. I have a free will, you know. I don’t have to be anybody’s wife that I don’t want to be,” she said, recalling something her grandmother once told her about the dangers of overriding a person’s will.

“Trust me. You are going to want to marry me when the time comes. I plan to woo, woo, woo you until you do,” Caesar replied, singing a snippet from Jeffrey Osbourne’s You Should Be Mine as he closed the distance between them.

Subrina shuddered again as more steam rushed below. His boldness had her mind half gone. She took in deep breaths to regain her composure.

Get a hold of yourself, girl. This is just a temporary love thing, remember? He’ll change his mind as soon as he finds out who you really are, Subrina coached herself as she struggled to clear her mind with tidbits of reality.

Too late.

The fog was just too thick right now. The return of his hands upon her body and the feel of his granite frame behind her didn’t help the situation at all.

Soon Caesar had her dress and her lingerie off. Her boots were deliberately left on.

“I love you, Bree,” Caesar whispered, further weakening her defenses with his words as his skillful hands returned to her frame.

“Well, I hate you,” Subrina lied breathlessly as he gently tugged on her hard peaks and then squeezed her heavy globes.

“Sure you do. That’s why you’re panting so hard for my loving right now.” He chuckled, turning her around to face him again for a time of succulent feasting.

Although Subrina loved Caesar, a part of her did hate him right now. She hated that he knew her body better than she did. That he had the ability to use that body against her.

She hated…

Subrina hated that one day she was going to be forced to leave him. That he probably would not follow because of all the lies she’d told and because she would be directly responsible for most of his family’s financial ruin and physical imprisonment.

Until then, Subrina was going to enjoy the time she had with Caesar. Starting now.

* * *

Photo of a Tantra Chair (Enuff said. lol):

http://www.artistantra.com/shop/products.php?product=Tantra-Chair-%252d-Coffee

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Jeffery Osbourne’s You Should Be Mine:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rgg1Yczq4vI

* * *

Subrina’s lingerie:

http://www.plussizeplum.com/oscommerce/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=115

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Subrina’s dress (except hers is black):

http://www.applebottoms.com/nshop/product.php?view=detail&groupName=Pdressesjumpsuit&dept=womenplus&section=womenplus&category=Dresses&productid[]=AB-AHZ-9102Z&startColor[]=sud

* * *

Subrina’s boots:

http://www.misshighheel.com/boots-sed3020.html

Big Girls - Ch. 45.3

2009-10-29T19:26:00.001-04:00

Once they were done with kitchen cleanup at Avalon’s house, Subrina and Caesar lingered to fellowship for awhile and to watch The Notebook on television with his mother. They would not eat and run, despite the fact that they really wanted to be alone again.

Although they remained respectable on his mother’s couch, Caesar’s hands couldn’t seem to stop touching Subrina. He tenderly caressed her arms as she leaned cozily against him, touched the sides of her face, and even threaded his large fingers through her smaller ones on occasion.

As a result of all that chaste touching, Subrina was completely revved up by the time the movie ended. She almost suggested that they go up to Caesar’s apartment instead of traveling all the way to his ranch tonight. However, she had too much respect for Avalon to do that.

Subrina could care less about the folks at the P-Ranch. Let them think what they wanted to about her and Caesar at this point. No more hiding or denying a relationship that everyone knew they wanted anyway.

After hugging Avalon goodnight and thanking her again for the great dinner and fellowship, Subrina exited the Posada house with a to-go meal in her hands. Caesar had two more in his hands as he led her out to his truck. He needed more food since he was a bigger eater.

“Instead of waiting for me to pack an overnight bag, why don’t you go to the ranch ahead of me. There are a few things I need to do before coming to your place,” Subrina said as he parked the truck outside her dorm room. She just remembered that she still had to email Karianne with today’s report.

Any missed report was a sign that something was wrong on the mission, possibly deadly wrong. Thus other agents would immediately be dispatched to the scene to investigate. Subrina couldn’t have that.

Caesar frowned. “Whatever you need to do can be done at my place.”

“I’m not comfortable shaving at your place just yet. If you recall from earlier today, I’m no longer silky smooth in certain places. Since I’ve given up waxing for the moment out of concern for Sun-Hee, who won’t come near me without full protective headgear on, I’ve returned to shaving,” Subrina replied, using the truth as an excuse to buy her more time.

It was true that the last time she went in to get waxed, Sun-Hee entered the room with a football helmet on. Though it was hilarious to see, it revealed just how fearful the Korean woman was of her now. Thus Subrina decided to save them both some trouble and just go back to shaving. Especially since she couldn’t guarantee that her reflexes wouldn’t act up again in response to that kind of pain.

“And if you recall from earlier today, I wasn’t put off by your less than silky smooth areas in the least,” Caesar said, also speaking truth.

“Right, right.” Subrina smiled. “Even so, let me make myself truly ready for you, baby. Okay?” she said, tracing an imaginary line down the left side of his handsome face.

“Okay.” Caesar’s eyes closed at her soft touch. A shudder of pleasure rippled through him. “But this better not be some lame attempt to back out of tonight or out of this relationship as a whole, Bree. Because I will come back and get you,” he warned, upon opening his eyes again.

Subrina chuckled. “Start acting crazy again and I might just change my mind about a lot of things. Now give me a kiss, sexy boyfriend of mine.” She leaned towards him with puckered lips.

Caesar laughed. “Okay, but only because you called me sexy.” Then he proceeded to ravish her mouth right there in the dorm parking lot for whomsoever to see as they passed by.

Big Girls - Ch. 45.2

2009-10-29T17:24:00.001-04:00

Although it was a horrible thing to be happy about the death of anyone, especially a parent, Blaine felt that he had just cause in his mother’s case. It was she that married an ex-priest without first checking to find out why he’d been excommunicated from his church. Had she just done a little research into her second husband’s past (like Blaine did when he was older), she would have discovered that he’d been stripped of his title and rank because he was found to be too fond of little boys.

Instead his mother had fallen for the man’s charm on face value alone. The fact that being with this charismatic man had given her some societal rank because he was esteemed among the storefront churches that he still preached at (in towns that didn’t know his past and/or didn’t bother to investigate it either) made her want to hold on to this second marriage forever.

As a result, Blaine’s childhood from ages six to ten consisted of going to school during the weekdays, going to various churches on weekends, and being molested every chance his stepfather got. Although sodomy never took place because that would have left behind surefire evidence, so many other disgusting things were done to his young body.

Realizing that he was in a no-win situation, Blaine decided to liberate himself at the age of ten. He certainly couldn’t count on his mother to do it. Plus, if his own mother didn’t believe him, he was convinced that no one else would either.

Subtly questioning his stepfather about the details of his day job at the gas company, Blaine gathered all the information he needed for his day of liberation. Then he used the things he learned to rig the house to blow up while he was at a sleepover down the street at a friend’s house.

Fire cleanses, Blaine thought, remembering countless sermons that his stepfather preached about the cleansing power of fire. About how it had the ability to permanently remove that which offends or stains. Thus the ten-year-old boy had cleansed his life from a perverted stepfather and a weak-willed mother.

If only Blaine knew how to cleanse his soul. If only he wanted to cleanse it. Right now he just wanted to be mad…and drunk, which was why he was headed straight for the nearest bar on the cruise ship.

Big Girls - Ch. 45.1

2009-10-29T16:30:00.001-04:00

“I think we’re going to have to fire Bree anyway,” Blaine told his wife after getting off the phone with Ricky.

“For what cause?” Victoria asked from her comfortable position on the king-sized bed in their luxury cabin. “Everything was fine when we left this morning.”

“For failing to keep her personal business separate from her professional business like you asked her to,” Blaine replied with an irritated frown. “Ricky told me that Bree and Caesar were creating quite a ruckus in her dorm room a few hours ago. They even woke up Jon next door.”

“Were they arguing that loud?” Victoria asked, making certain assumptions based on the limited information she’d been given.

“No, they weren’t arguing at all. In fact, they were—”

Quickly realizing exactly what kind of ruckus the youngsters had caused, Victoria burst out laughing before he could even finish his sentence. “Blaine, you’re making a big deal out of nothing. For one thing, Bree’s personal life didn’t interfere with work today. There is no work at the P-Ranch today, remember? We all have the day off.”

“Yes, but—”

“Secondly,” Victoria interrupted, not in the mood for any of his smooth talking. “Loud sex at the P-Ranch is a common thing. The fact that it’s now occurring in the dorm simply means that we need to soundproof those rooms, too. On another note, watching you suddenly nitpick on Bree is starting to make me wonder if the root cause of your anger actually stems from her helping your longtime mistress get away instead of anything wrong that she’s doing,” she concluded with a frown.

Blaine glared at Victoria in silence for a full minute before storming out of the room without a word spoken in response. He hadn’t been this angry since…since he was eight years old and had just told his mother about his stepfather molesting him, only to have her accuse him of lying because there was no physical evidence to prove his allegations.

Blaine’s mother compounded the hurt, anger, and sense of betrayal when she then went on to accuse him of trying to ruin yet another relationship for her. Oh yes, she blamed him for his father leaving them, not herself or even his father’s cheating ways. She asserted that had he just been a better son, they would still have their original family.

His mother overlooked the fact that Blaine had already done everything he could at such a young age to keep their original family together. He cleaned up his room everyday, ate all of his vegetables, and scrubbed behind his ears every night. And yet his birth father had still left them.

Why?

Because the man simply didn’t want the responsibility of a family. How could that ever be a child’s fault?

I’m glad she’s dead, Blaine thought concerning his mother as even more painful memories from his childhood revisited him in vivid detail.

Big Girls - Ch. 44.3

2009-10-28T19:33:00.001-04:00

“Anyway, Ricky thought I had taken one of his boulders while he wasn’t looking, so every time my back was turned, he swiped some of my marbles from the ring and put them in his pockets,” Caesar continued. “I didn’t realize what he was doing until my favorite cat eyes started disappearing. Do you know what cat eye marbles are, baby?”

“Yes, I know what they are,” Subrina said, blushing for another reason now. This was the first time Caesar had ever called her ‘baby’ in front of his mother. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

“Good.” Caesar smiled at her. “Well, I put up a big stink about my cat eyes. When I confronted Ricky about them, he told me that he would return my marbles only if I returned his blue-ringed boulder first. I told him that I didn’t have his boulder. That his drunk socks did. Then I pointed to where the boulder had been all the time.”

Subrina and Avalon burst out laughing. They laughed about the funny story and about his witty description of Ricky’s loose elastic socks.

“So did he ever apologize for falsely accusing you?” Subrina asked in between chuckles.

“Only after Aunt Vickie made him do it. Ricky thought he was justified in taking my marbles anyway because I had been winning most of his throughout the game,” Caesar said.

“Wow! Talk about being delusional,” Subrina noted. “Sounds like he’s also a sore loser.”

“Exactly. That sore loser thing is the main reason Ricky gave up playing sports. Although he claims he gave them up because he was too pretty to get all dirty and sweaty, I know better.” Caesar chuckled. “I know how much Ricky hates losing to anyone, especially me.”

“Why you?” Subrina asked.

“He thinks he’s supposed to be superior to me in sports simply because I’m three years younger than him. He doesn’t seem to understand that greater age doesn’t necessarily mean greater ability,” Caesar replied.

“I blame my brother-in-law for Ricky being that way. Blaine is as delusional as they come. Sneaky as they come, too. He only pretends to be a graceful loser while he’s actually plotting his next move,” Avalon inserted, giving the young woman at the table a pointed look with that last statement.

Subrina nodded, duly noting that helpful hint and warning.

“And on that note, I am going to go sit in my favorite recliner, prop my feet up, and watch some TV while you youngsters handle the cleanup,” Avalon concluded with authority in her voice, but a wide smile on her face as she pushed her chair away from the round table.

“Yes, ma’am,” Caesar and Subrina replied simultaneously. They both got kisses on the cheeks before Avalon left the room. When they were alone, they shared a different kind of kiss at the dining room table.

Big Girls - Ch. 44.2

2009-10-28T17:59:00.001-04:00

“Bree, do you know that Mama actually threatened to disown Aunt Vickie if she fired you for anything other than incompetence or blatant disregard for company policy?” Caesar said as the three of them sat at the dining room table eating the delicious meal his mother cooked.

“No.” Subrina’s eyes bucked. Forgoing the next forkful of roasted turkey breast, she looked at Avalon for confirmation. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Avalon chuckled. “I also reminded Vickie that firing you simply because our boys had a spat was literally opening herself up for legal repercussions. To know my sister is to also know that she hates trouble with the law and will go out of her way to avoid it,” she continued in a more serious tone. “I think she has a fear of being put behind bars on account of how prison-like we were raised.”

“I understand,” Subrina replied, taking note of everything that was said to her and also reading in between the lines.

If Victoria was that afraid of prison, then she could likely be involved in a few criminal cover-ups that either Blaine and/or Ricky initiated. Or better yet, she might be persuaded to testify against Blaine just to save her own neck. Just thinking about that last possibility had Subrina eager to type up today’s report with those details included.

“Speaking of Miss Vickie, where is she today? I thought for sure y’all would be spending Christmas together,” Subrina asked, allowing the agent in her to kick in as she returned to her food.

“We used to spend every Christmas together before she married Blaine,” Avalon replied. “Now we just spend Mother’s Day and the occasional Thanksgiving Day together. Today Vickie is on a Caribbean bound cruise ship with her husband. They left before daybreak this morning.”

“Which gives Ricky the rare opportunity to hold down the fort at the P-Ranch,” Caesar inserted in between bites of winter greens with ginger and mint.

“No wonder everybody is still in their rooms today.” Subrina giggled.

“I don’t blame them. He can act like a little tyrant sometimes.” Caesar laughed. “By the way, did you get a letter of apology from him?”

“Yes. But something tells me that I probably have you to thank for it though. Ricky didn’t look all that apologetic when he brought it to me,” Subrina replied, giving him a knowing smirk.

“You definitely have Caesar to thank for that letter,” Avalon piped in after taking a sip of her chilled green tea. “Ricky has always had trouble saying he was sorry. Even as a kid, he always thought that he was justified doing whatever he did to people. That if they had not bothered him first in some way, he never would have lashed out at them. My nephew doesn’t seem to understand that two wrongs don’t make a right. Plus, his perception of offense is a little warped. Ricky will lash out at others for perceived wrongs, whether they are actual offenses or not.”

“All of that is so true. I remember one time we were playing marbles and Ricky thought I had taken one of his boulders when he wasn’t looking,” Caesar began.

“Boulders are the big marbles, right?” Subrina briefly interrupted his story for more clarity.

“Right,” Caesar confirmed with a loving smile. “Although in your neck of the woods they might be called something else. The regional names I’ve heard so far include mashers, poppers, shooters, and hydras.”

“Not to forget giants, biggies, bowlers, dobbers, and godfathers,” Subrina inserted, revealing her own knowledge of regional names for the big marbles and not just the ones she heard about in Texas either.

Caesar’s left brow rose. “Dobbers? You do know that dobber is also another name for…”

“Caesar!” Avalon reprimanded sharply. Like him, she’d heard an abundance of colorful names for parts of the male anatomy. How could they not with relatives like Blaine, Victoria, and Ricky around?

Subrina blushed with embarrassment. “No, I didn’t know that. In

England

that term simply means big marbles. I’ve even heard kids saying it in London.”

“Were they boys or girls saying it? If they were boys, were they actually playing marbles at the time?” Caesar chuckled.

“Caesar!” Avalon reprimanded again, though she couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

“They were boys and girls saying it. And they were all playing marbles at the time.” Subrina stuck out her tongue at him and grinned. “Now are you going to finish your story or what?”

Caesar suppressed a moan at the sight of her tongue. Then recalling that he had a whole night of kisses to look forward to, he forced himself to get back to his story.

* * *

Link to the healthy recipe Avalon used for her greens:

http://www.foodfit.com/recipes/recipe.asp?rid=651

Big Girls - Ch. 44.1

2009-10-28T17:04:00.002-04:00

Avalon quickly realized that things were decidedly different between her son and her tutor. As soon as Caesar and Subrina entered her home, she noticed the looks of sheer bliss upon their faces. They also looked sated, like they’d just had an enjoyable and highly fulfilling meal.

Something tells me that it wasn’t food that fulfilled those two, Avalon mused, right before she received immediate confirmation of that thought.

“Mama, I know you know Bree as the P-Ranch foreign language teacher, your Spanish tutor, and also your friend. Today I want to introduce her to you as my girlfriend.” Caesar grinned, hugging his woman from behind as he talked.

A smile of approval instantly spread across Avalon’s face. Although she knew a dark day was coming for all of them, it thrilled her heart to see Subrina and Caesar so happy right now. Her greatest hope was that their budding love became so deep and entrenched in their hearts that their relationship would survive anything…including the inevitable earthquake that was heading their way.

“Congratulations!” Avalon said, moving to hug Subrina from the front.

“Thanks, Miss Avalon,” Subrina gushed out with shiny eyes, hugging her in return.

“Can’t you just feel all the love in the room right now,” Caesar teased, extending his long arms about his mother’s waist before giving both women a united bear hug.

“I’m feeling something,” Subrina forced out through her compressed lungs. “Like maybe I’m the slice of ham in this love sandwich.”

“With me as the white bread,” Avalon inserted with a giggle. “Now let us go, boy,” she playfully scolded her son.

Caesar laughed and immediately released them both. “Speaking of ham and bread, I’m hungry. Where’s the food at, Ma?” He rubbed his flat stomach in anticipation, having worked up quite an appetite across the highway.

“Go re-set the dining room table. Bree and I will bring the vittles out in a few minutes,” Avalon said, grabbing Subrina by the hand as she headed for the kitchen. “By the way, I love that shirt you have on. Scoop necklines and keyhole centers are my favorite motifs,” she said, referring to the black dolman sleeve top the younger woman had on. “Is that from your boutique?”

“Yes. Baby Phat is a favorite brand at the store,” Subrina replied, waving to a smiling Caesar as she was led away by his animated mother. What a great Christmas this was turning out to be for them all.

* * *

Subrina’s shirt:

http://www.babyphat.com/nshop/product.php?view=detail&productid=BP-E2A00107_002&startColor=002&dept=plus&category=Tops&groupName=Lsstops&page=viewall

Author Note - Story Switchover!

2009-10-28T14:08:00.001-04:00

It’s that time again, y’all! There are now only 5 more days (not counting today) until Big Girls goes to the VOD blog. Which means the story switches over to the paid blog on MONDAY.

Special Thanks to the folks who have already paid for access. For those who have yet to pay, the link to do so is below:

http://suprinafrazier.webs.com/apps/webstore/products/show/758781

As most of you know by now, my VOD (View-on-Demand) blog is a literary form of Cable’s PPV and In-Demand services. Simply put, it is a private blog with an attached one-time access fee.

Here is what you can expect for subscribing to each story on the V-O-D blog:

· One-time access fee of $8 (per story).

· Any time viewing.

· Minimum 2 posts by author a day.

· Commercial free (no ads or specials).

· Insider features (i.e. spoilers, story behind the story, insights & tidbits).

· Free copy of E-book when story is over.

· Direct feedback from author.

For those who have participated in a VOD story before, you know that everything is taken up a few notches on the private blog. I share more personal tidbits from my own life, the love scenes are hotter, the conflicts more intense, and the drama is off the chain. But then rightfully so since it is paid reading at that point.

Now on to other news…

I went in and tweaked a pivotal sentence in Ch. 43.4. It originally read: “Her meekness turned him on just as much as her strength.”

When I realized that meekness is not weakness (despite what people may think) but actually another form of strength (quiet strength, in fact), I changed it to now read: “Her meekness turned him on just as much as her strong will.” I hope that change blesses somebody today.

On another note, I also want to say THANKS for the record breaking hits on the blog yesterday. According to the counter results, the number got up to 690 on Tuesday. Wow! Now that’s some heavy reading for one day! And on a blog that’s not even a year old yet. Double wow!

Such interest really encourages me to keep doing what I do, although I’ve been known to keep writing and posting even if only one person is reading along. lol. Quite frankly, y’all, I NEED to write. It’s therapeutic for me on so many levels. To have others join in on the fun is an added boon, so THANKS again!

Suprina/Mi’Chelle

Big Girls - Ch. 43.4

2009-10-27T19:24:00.006-04:00

Those words. Those beautiful, sincerely spoken words of love caused Subrina to go wild. She forgot about where they were, what her real job was, and about who was waiting for them across the highway. Nothing seemed to matter except making Caesar a part of her in the most primal of ways.

Pushing him down on the nearby bed, Subrina immediately began to disrobe. “I’m about to ride you into the sunset,” she said, pushing her pajama bottoms and underwear down at the same time. She wasted no time kicking out of them. Her pajama top came off just as fast. It was flung clear across the room.

“I want you to do that, too, baby.” Caesar moaned aloud with need at the sight of all that gorgeous female flesh. Her taut peaks and the smile that her round belly formed at the bottom were all too welcoming. The way her bottom jiggled as she went to retrieve protection from the black purse hanging on a wall hook had his body granite. Oh how he loved her curves.

“Hurry, baby.” Caesar groaned, reaching down to squeeze out some of the ache in his body before stripping his frame bare. He, too, had forgotten about his mother for the moment.

“Don’t worry. I got this,” Subrina replied, tearing the gold package open with quick hands. Within seconds she had them protected and joined.

Suddenly everything slowed between them. This moment suddenly became too significant to rush.

Caesar arched towards her as she slowly descended upon him inch by incredible inch. They both let out elongated moans from the delicious sensations that could only come from being one again. They also watched the fruition of their union with ardent stares. What a sight to behold!

“You know this means that you’re my girlfriend, right?” Caesar said as their eyes finally met again.

“Yes, big daddy,” Subrina replied meekly, consenting to what she could as her hips began to move of their own accord. She wasn’t ready to declare her love for him yet, but she felt the love nevertheless. Oh yes, she felt an abundance of it, which showed up in her eyes.

Caesar moaned again for more reasons than one. Her meekness turned him on just as much as her strong will. And the ardent way she looked at him made him feel loved, whether she confessed it or not.

“I’m about to overdose on you,” he said huskily, grabbing her about the waist as his own hips got in on the action.

“Get your fix on, baby. I got the right supply. Let’s both get high today,” she replied, seductively licking her lips as she worked a provocative circular grind upon him.

That was all it took to unleash the lion in Caesar. With his lioness in heat and her sweet scent tantalizing his nostrils, he grabbed two large handfuls of her bottom and surged upwards with power.

Subrina squealed with delight as her body heartily bounced from his aggression. She leaned forward and grabbed the headboard for support. Like him, she knew that this was about to be one bumpy ride.

Perceiving the dangling treats above his face as an invitation to feast, Caesar opened wide and wholeheartedly began to…

Lick.

Nibble.

Suckle.

While relishing his feast up high, Subrina’s hips matched him beat for primal beat below. Her downward thrusts were just as potent as his upward surges.

Team work was the name of this game. Working together to achieve a common goal was their aim.

Their goal: Maximized pleasure and satisfaction!

The bed squeaked in protest beneath their fervent onslaught. This was the most activity it had had in months. The headboard thumped loudly against the wall, alerting the person in the next room (namely Jon) that some freaky-not-so-sneaky stuff was going on in here.

By the time Subrina and Caesar finally went over the edge in a chorus of shouts, it was clear that they were definitely a couple. By that time Jon had also called Ricky to report the ruckus next door. Not to complain, but to spread a bit of juicy gossip around the P-Ranch this holiday season.

“Consider that round one, baby. We’ll finish up later at my ranch,” Caesar said ten minutes later, after they’d shared a quick shower and was in the process of redressing.

“Which means I need to pack an overnight bag,” Subrina deduced, also dressing with swift hands.

“Yes, but not right now, baby girl. We’ll come back for that later. We’ve stood Mama up long enough,” Caesar said, returning his focus to his original reason for coming over today.

“You got it, big daddy.” Subrina smiled, looking and feeling happier than she had in years.

* * *

Jamie Foxx’s Overdose (I thought this song was fitting for this scene. Enjoy!):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3thJt-18e6k&feature=related

Big Girls - Ch. 43.3

2009-10-27T13:13:00.006-04:00

Subrina had barely broken the seals on the ice cream and cake containers when she heard an insistent knock on her dorm room door. Thinking it was one of the girls feeling just as lonely and displaced as her today, she left her treats on the bed tray and went to answer the door.

“C…Caesar? What are you doing here?” Subrina stammered out a few seconds later as his large frame took up most of the doorway. She couldn’t help but get a little tingly at the way that green turtleneck hugged his muscular torso.

“I’m here to bring you over to Mama’s house for dinner,” Caesar replied, folding his arms across his chest, causing his biceps to really stand out now.

“I…I cancelled. Didn’t she tell you?” Okay, look away from the biceps, Subrina told herself, forcibly averting her eyes from his muscular arms. Too bad that didn’t erase the memory of her tracing those same biceps with her tongue that night at his ranch. The tingles in her body increased tenfold.

“Yes, she did. And I’m un-canceling you,” Caesar replied in a no-nonsense tone.

“But—”

“But nothing,” he interrupted. “My mother slaved over a hot stove all night and most of the morning for us. She adjusted all of her recipes for you in particular so that you would be able to enjoy a traditional Christmas meal without all the calories. Now she’s over there practically in tears because you cancelled on her at the last minute. And she won’t even look at me. She blames me for your cancellation. So put on some clothes and let’s go!”

“I…I can’t.”

“Bree, if I have to kidnap you in your pajamas, I will. You’re going over to my mother’s house so we both can make this day right with her and that’s that.”

Subrina saw the determined look in his eyes. She heard the determination in his voice. She knew Caesar was not going to let up about this anytime soon, if ever. Plus, a big part of her really wanted to make things right with Avalon.

“Okay, but I’m driving my own car. Give me five minutes to change,” Subrina finally agreed. Inwardly, she wondered if she should have put up more of a fight just to prove to him that she wasn’t the type of woman to be bossed around by any man. Maybe some other time. Right now Avalon’s feelings had to come first.

“Good. I’ll wait inside.” Caesar smiled, barging his way past her in the doorway.

“I didn’t invite you in, you know,” Subrina protested, reluctantly closing the door behind them. “Are you just trying to give people the wrong idea about us?”

“Please!” Caesar scoffed. “After all that’s happened lately, I am so over caring about what other people think of us and you should be, too.”

“I am.”

“Well, act like it then,” Caesar countered, perusing the room more fully. As his eyes scanned his surroundings, he took special notice of the jeans and red t-shirt that she’d worn earlier and tossed across a chair, the red sneakers at the foot of that chair, the unmade bed, and the…

Cake and ice cream?

“Bree, what is going here?!” Caesar demanded, whirling around to face her.

“You tell me, Macho Man Savage,” Subrina said, irritated and turned on by his machismo at the same time as she likened him to an over-the-top former wrestler. Her right hand balled into a fist, itching to pop him in the mouth. Maybe knock out a few of his teeth. Her left hand wanted to caress the side of his face and make him shudder the way her slightest touch usually did.

“Are you in here binge eating?” Caesar asked in an equally demanding voice as he pointed to the fattening desserts on the bed tray.

“That’s none of your business!” Subrina retorted with hot spots in her cheeks. She felt so ashamed for having been caught backsliding from her dietary goals. She no longer wanted to hit him, but rather smack herself for being so weak…in so many ways. All desire for him and those treats were long gone by now, swallowed up in her shame.

“Well, I’m making it my business today.” He marched over to the bed and snatched up the cake and ice cream.

“What are you fixing to do, Caesar?” she asked, maintaining her Texas accent, despite how raw her emotions were right now.

“I’m fixing to save you from yourself.” He headed for the bathroom with a dessert in each hand. “Besides, Mama has low-fat cake and ice cream at the house.”

Subrina had no ready retort for him as the tingles returned in full force. Instead she watched in amazement as Caesar disposed of her guilty pleasures. And that’s when it happened. That’s when she realized that she…

Loved.

Him.

Immensely.

How could she not love a man that would keep her from hurting herself? A man that would go out of his way to soothe over his mother’s hurt feelings.

Bryon never did that. He never cared how much Subrina ate except when it was time to put her down. Plus, he barely even called or saw his mother, not even on Mother’s Day, even though she did the best she could raising him all by herself. She even allowed Bryon to return to her home to stay when Subrina filed for divorce. He was still living there even now.

“Okay, that’s all taken care of. The bathroom is now free for you to do whatever you need to do to get ready,” Caesar said, drying his freshly washed hands on a towel as he exited the clean bathroom. “Don’t worry about wearing anything fancy. Jeans and…”

Subrina muffled the rest of his words upon bum-rushing him with a fervent kiss. She couldn’t seem to help herself. She needed to kiss him today. Needed to mold her body up against all that hardness that was uniquely him.

Caesar seemed to need that kiss, as well, and so much more. Dropping the towel in his hands, his greedy fingers roamed her curves at will as he returned her kisses with equal fervor.

When he boldly slipped his hands inside the front and back of her pajama bottoms, Subrina had another startling revelation – Caesar was her kryptonite. Her main weakness. Why else were her hips already communicating with his frontal hand? Why else would she be allowing him to undress her with his other hand?

Realizing that she’d opened a Pandora’s Box with this kiss, Subrina sought to quickly close it again. That was until he said…

“I love you, Bree.”

* * *

Funny clip of Macho Man Savage:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EK-Mr6KbB8&feature=PlayList&p=AD6A1777CE9874C9&index=23

Big Girls - Ch. 43.2

2009-10-27T00:10:00.001-04:00

That night Subrina dreamed about Caesar. She dreamed that he walked her back to her room after the party, came inside with her, and then made love to her all night to the tunes on that CD he’d given her. A CD that she foolishly listened to before going to sleep.

When Subrina woke up the next morning hot, sweaty, and minus her nightclothes, which had been shed during her steamy dream, she knew that there was no way she could go to the S-Ranch for Christmas dinner today. After a long cold shower, she called Avalon with the disappointing news.

“I know this is last minute, but…um…I’m not going to be able to come for dinner today,” Subrina said in an apologetic tone.

“What? Why?” Avalon asked, sounding just as disappointed as she felt right now.

“I…um…” Just come on out with it, girl! Subrina scolded herself. “I’m still not ready to be around your son for any long period of time just yet.”

That answer was met with silence.

“I understand,” Avalon replied sadly after twenty-five full seconds had passed.

“Maybe next year,” Subrina said, trying to soothe over any hurt feelings and disappointments her cancellation had caused.

“You won’t be here next year, remember?” Avalon replied, sounding even sadder.

“Yes. I’m sorry, Miss Avalon. So sorry,” Subrina apologized and then quickly concluded the call before things got even more awkward between them.

After spending some time talking to her own relatives, Subrina started to feel even worse. Missing them on this lonely Christmas day and still angry with herself for disappointing Avalon, she did something she hadn’t done in over a year.

Subrina went to the nearest open gas station and got the biggest container of butter pecan ice cream she could find. Not the low-fat kind either. She picked up a pound cake to go with it.

When Subrina returned to her room, she changed into a pair of pink plaid flannel pajamas, turned the television to a classic movie and got busy with her treats. It was time to empty two delicious containers.

* * *

Subrina’s pajamas:

http://www.womanwithin.com/clothing/Plaid-flannel-plus-size-pjs-by-Dreams-and-Co.aspx?PfId=57432&DeptId=11168&ProductTypeId=1&PurchaseType=0

Big Girls - Ch. 43.1

2009-10-27T00:02:00.001-04:00

The Christmas party at the P-Ranch went better than Subrina expected. All of the girls performed excellently. Their routines turned out to be real crowd pleasers.

According to Victoria, tonight’s revenue was a record breaker, even though the girls slept with fewer clients. Most of the money came in through tips. Those tips had been put in individually monogrammed envelopes bearing each girl’s nickname and deposited into a locked wooden bin. In this way, the girls were sure to get their proper amount of tips tonight and every other night from this point forward.

The envelopes and the bin were ideas that Subrina suggested. Blaine protested both ideas, but was overruled by his wife. Victoria was all for helping the girls get paid every efficient way she could. Thus she had Caesar build the bin in one day in order to bring that vision to pass.

Subrina and the girls that danced were given nice bonuses for their hard work at the end of the night. Dee-Dee, who’d gotten very chummy with her lately, hugged her in gratitude for helping her get one step closer to her income goal.

The only downside to tonight involved Caesar. From the moment Subrina walked into the cafeteria turned ballroom with that strapless red and black dress on, his gaze was stuck to her like glue. Crazy glue.

He glared whenever one of the P-Ranch clients mistook her for a working girl. His face relaxed each time she revealed that she was just a regular employee and then quickly moved on.

Caesar’s stares got to Subrina for more reason than one. They irritated her on one hand. They stimulated her on the other. She liked knowing that he only had eyes for her amongst a room full of equally beautiful women.

The fact that he respectfully kept his distance from her was both irritating and stimulating as well. Subrina wanted him closer. But at the same time, she appreciated the fact that Caesar was giving her space to mix and mingle without any interference from him. He didn’t approach her until the end of the night as she was walking to the exit with her black wrap about her shoulders.

“Can I walk you to your room? As good as you look tonight, I don’t want anybody getting any foolish ideas,” Caesar said, holding the door open for her. “Especially since some of the guys in here have been very persistent in propositioning you tonight.”

“Trust me. I’m big enough to fend for myself,” Subrina replied, thinking that he looked good, too, in that black and white tuxedo, but forbidding that thought to exit the door of her lips. She also made sure not to let her body brush up against his as she eased past him in the large doorway. She knew she would be a goner at the slightest touch between them. Their attraction was still that strong.

“Be that as it may, I just don’t feel comfortable letting you walk to your room alone with so many strange new men around tonight and not enough security to watch everybody,” Caesar said as he followed her outside.

“It’s not necessary I tell you,” Subrina insisted.

“Look, Bree. You can either let me walk with you to your room. Or else I can follow closely behind you. Either way, I’m going to make sure you get there safely,” Caesar persisted, letting her know that he would not be deterred even as his feet kept walking behind her.

Subrina blew out a frustrated breath. She hated him for being so persistent. Hated herself for having such a weak spot for him.

“Come on, lil boy,” Subrina finally conceded. “But walking me to my door is all you’re going to do tonight.”

“I accept that.” He smiled. “…for now.”

Subrina huffed and started walking faster.

Caesar chuckled and quickly caught up with her with his long-legged stride. He didn’t say anything as they walked side by side across the courtyard on that chilly Nevada night. He just hummed and whistled Alexander O’Neal’s If You Were Here Tonight.

At Subrina’s door, Caesar handed her an old school CD from his breast pocket as an early Christmas present. The recording artist was none other than Alexander O’Neal himself.

“Enjoy!” Caesar smiled adoringly and then walked away without another word.

Subrina stared after his fine frame for a whole minute trembling.

Trembling with cold?

No, with hot desire.

* * *

The dress Subrina wore to the Christmas party:

http://www.hipsandcurves.com/Plus-Size-Lingerie/p-255-plus-size-parisian-style-floor-length-skirt-default.aspx

* * *

Alexander O’Neal If You Were Here Tonight:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_fQ0_wbP5g&feature=related

Big Girls - Ch. 42.4

2009-10-26T15:28:00.000-04:00

With Clark driving the company van, Ricky reclined in the back seat with his mouth swollen and thankfully pain-free. The dentist had been thorough, but the procedure had been long. It might have been quicker if they hadn’t had to spend so much time flushing out the alcohol in his system. Certain medicines he hadn’t been able to have at all due to his pre-surgery alcohol level.

Ricky longed for a drink now. But he couldn’t have one. Once again there was talk of conflict with his current pain medications. The most he could do now was try to relax on the ride home.

Listening to the radio helped a lot. Ricky loved music. He often used it to calm the savage beast in him...except on full moon nights when very little consoled him outside of his uncle and alcohol.

Suddenly Ricky shot upright in the back seat.

Did DJ Romero just dedicate a song to a woman named Leesha? And did that song just so happen to be the deceased Leesha’s favorite song? My Life by Mary J. Blige?

Yeah, yes…affirmative.

Panic shrouded Ricky’s features. Paranoia set in as his head jerked to the left, then to the right, before finally looking behind him to check to make sure they weren’t being followed.

Blinking rapidly and then staring to make sure the highway truly was empty behind them; Ricky then strained his ears to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him either. Sure enough that song was on the radio. Now he really wanted another drink.

“What’s wrong with you, man?” Clark asked, looking at him strangely through the rearview mirror.

Of course Ricky could not tell him what was wrong. Even if he could talk, he still couldn’t say a thing. He wasn’t supposed to mention Leesha’s name to anyone ever again, remember?

In response to the question he’d been asked, Ricky shook his head and then eased back down into a reclining position.

Clark chuckled. “Dude, you keep acting like that and everybody’s gonna think Caesar knocked more than just your teeth loose today.”

Ricky glared. He didn’t want people even thinking that Caesar punked him out today, much less saying such things.

I’ll show them whose the real punk around here. I’ll show them all, Ricky silently vowed.

Big Girls - Ch. 42.3

2009-10-26T15:03:00.001-04:00

“Not this song again!” Subrina said in frustration as the evening DJ played the same Keith Washington song that he always played. Except this time he was playing it in the ten o’clock hour, likely at the end of his shift.

Fed up with that song and with life in general, Subrina dug into the phone book for the number to that local radio station. When she got an answer, she let the person on the other end have it.

“Kissing You is a great song, but I’m sick and tired of hearing it every single day. Why is DJ Romero so fixated upon it? Doesn’t he know that it’s starting to aggravate his listeners? Doesn’t he care? And if he doesn’t care, he needs to be taken off the air,” Subrina ranted.

“Ma’am, this is DJ Romero. And yes, I do care,” the man replied calmly, although his voice was melancholy as if he was having a really bad night. He was. Two of his coworkers had called in sick tonight, leaving him to answer the phones and DJ. Not to mention the trouble he had in his marriage.

“I care a lot,” DJ Romero reiterated with even more gloom in his voice.

“Well, you don’t act like it. Why do you keep torturing us with that song?” Subrina countered.

“I’m not trying to torture anyone with that song. I was using it to try to win my wife back,” DJ Romero revealed, sounding downright depressed now. “But since she still hasn’t forgiven me or agreed to take me back no matter how often I play her favorite song on the radio, I’m starting to think that I need to abandon that course of action altogether.”

“Your course of action is fine, but the kink in your plan might just be your choice of song,” Subrina replied in a more forgiving tone now that she’d been given some insight into his dilemma. “Now I don’t know what you did wrong, but if cheating was involved, then Kissing You is definitely the wrong choice of song.”

Then she went on to explain to him the history behind that tune. How Keith Washington’s ex-wife wrote it for him while they were still married. How that song became a huge hit, but instead of honoring his vows to the woman that helped him make it to the top, Keith succumbed to temptation and cheated on her.

“So if your wife knows the history behind that song like I do, she’s probably thinking that you’re trying to rub her nose in your affair. In fact, it’s probably no longer her favorite song,” Subrina concluded. “More appropriate songs for situations like these would be any tune with the words ‘I’m sorry’ in it.”

“Sounds good to me. Any suggestions?” DJ Romero asked, sounding much lighter now.

“Yes. Baby I’m So Sorry by Taeyang from the group Big Bang is a good place to start. It’s sung in Korean and English. Hopefully, it will intrigue your wife enough to call you just to know what the Korean lyrics mean,” Subrina shared, referring to one of her favorite international love songs.

DJ Romero chuckled. “You’re one smart cookie, you know that?”

Subrina laughed. “That’s what they say.”

“Can I play anything for you, special lady?”

“Yes, I think I’m in the mood for some Mary J. Blige. My Life is my favorite,” she said, recalling that that was also Leesha’s favorite Mary J tune.

“You got it. By the way, who should I dedicate this song to?”

“Leesha,” Subrina replied and then ended the call on a much better note than it started.

* * *

Taeyang’s Baby I’m So Sorry (GREAT new song I discovered in my research. Please give it a listen if you can):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhEsh2bQr7I

* * *

Mary J. Blige’s My Life (One of my favorite all-time songs):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyKhsOeA4wI

* * *

Keith Washington’s ex-wife: Marsha D. Jenkins-Sanders’ article about her book and their troubled marriage:

http://www.urban-reviews.com/insideout-mdjs.html

Big Girls - Ch. 42.2

2009-10-26T14:21:00.000-04:00

When Subrina left Blaine’s office, she headed straight for her room with brisk strides and her hands balled into fists at her sides. Though it had turned cold now that it was night, she didn’t feel the chill in the air. She had her sizzling ire to keep her warm.

Subrina was still furious with Ricky, somewhat angry with Caesar, and outright annoyed with herself. She could just kick herself for being foolish enough to jeopardize so much for a few rolls in the hay with a man. So what if they were hot sweet rolls, delicious any time of the day or night. They had still almost cost her this assignment.

Subrina felt like such a lousy agent right now. The worst ever. She should have let someone more experienced in field work take this assignment while she stayed in her emotionally safe corner office and deciphered foreign counterintelligence.

But what would Leesha have wanted her to do?

Go after Ricky and Blaine. Leesha had said as much in her diary. In fact, her last entry read: ‘It’s going to take a superhero to bring down these wolves. Sounds like a job for my Shero.’

Recalling that passage caused Subrina to dig down deep for the strength to see this job through to the end. I’ll make you proud, Leesha, she mused determinedly.

“Bree, wait up!”

Yanked out of her thoughts by that unexpected greeting, Subrina looked behind her and saw Dee-Dee fast walking towards her from the right. Thanks to the bright lights of the P-Ranch courtyard, she was able to see how anxious and worried the girl’s eyes looked. How she kept fidgeting with her hands as she walked.

“So what’s the verdict?” Dee-Dee asked in a hushed tone, though it was just the two of them in the courtyard.

“I get to stay and fulfill my contract,” Subrina replied, speaking just as discreetly.

“How long is that?”

“Until next October,” Subrina said, though she hoped to have this case wrapped up way before then.

Dee-Dee looked thoughtful, as if she was calculating something in her head. “I should have a nice bankroll by then so that I can leave when you leave.”

“Why do you want to leave when I do?”

“Because ever since you came, the recruiters have been treating us better. Very respectfully and such, like most of them did to get us here in the first place. After you leave, I just know they’re going to go back to calling us out of our names, demanding freebies again, and basically trying to act like they own us.”

Subrina frowned. “I didn’t know that was going on.”

“You weren’t supposed to know. Not even Miss Vickie knows about that, but you better believe Mr. Blaine knows all about that and more,” Dee-Dee confided in an even lower tone.

“I see. I won’t betray your trust,” Subrina promised.

“I believe you, which is why I told you in the first place.” Dee-Dee smiled. “By the way, did you really break Caesar’s headboard?”

Subrina chuckled. “Let’s just say we broke it together,” she whispered, showing that she was willing to confide a secret, too, even as she broke her own no-talking-about-times-of-intimacy rule.

“My girl.” Dee-Dee laughed, looking even more impressed by her. “We’ll talk again soon,” she said and then headed back towards the main building. She had a late night client coming within the hour.

Subrina waved goodbye and proceeded on her way. By the time she finally made it to her room, her bad mood had returned with a vengeance.

Big Girls - Ch. 42.1

2009-10-26T13:14:00.000-04:00

“What do you want to talk to me about?” Caesar asked once they were alone. He didn’t trust his uncle no farther than he could throw him.

“About your feelings for Bree. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Blaine said, taking a seat at his desk now.

“Yes,” Caesar freely admitted. Although he hadn’t told Bree yet due to the fear of scaring her off with premature declarations, he wasn’t about to deny the depth of his feelings when asked by others.

“I thought so.” Blaine grinned. “I can show you how to make her truly yours. How to break through all of her reluctance,” he lied.

What Blaine really wanted to do was use Caesar to weaken Bree on an emotional level. He deemed her will too strong for her own good. He couldn’t wait to see her humbled and running behind his nephew like so many other weak-willed women had done in the past.

Caesar shook his head. “If you’re about to give me the same talk that you give your new recruiters, don’t bother. I grew up hearing your pimpology, remember? I’m starting to regret ever using any of those tips at all, especially on Bree.”

Caesar no longer wanted to…

…Remind Bree of his desirability by letting her see him flirt with other women. She might think he didn’t care about her and/or was still too childish for her, and then really give up on them. Plus, he’d already tried that and failed miserably.

…Maintain constant contact with her on a daily basis just to make sure he stayed on her mind. He’d already done enough of that for one day. Maintaining that level of contact everyday would surely get him labeled as a bugaboo. Besides, Bree wasn’t the kind of woman that would find a man like that appealing anyway. A free spirit like her would likely find that kind of man controlling and/or too insecure for her time.

Caesar absolutely refused to…

…Sweet talk her out of her clothes with lies and deceit. He wanted Bree to disrobe of her own free will. He wanted no deception between them.

…Keep Bree off balance by being sweet one minute and behaving like a bad boy the next, thereby keeping her mind confused. He wanted Bree’s mind clear, not easily manipulated due to confusion.

…Search for, study, and then take advantage of Bree’s weaknesses. Instead he wanted to help her with those things in order to make her stronger.

“I’m starting to see that that player/pimp stuff should never be used on people you care about,” Caesar concluded after mentally reciting all of the things he would not be doing to the woman he loved. “As you now know, I really care about Bree. I love her.”

Blaine frowned. “But does she love you?”

“She was very close to before all this stuff happened today. I’m 99.99% sure of it,” Caesar replied, remembering the loving look Bree gave him this morning before she left his house. He’d almost declared his feelings right then, but refrained in wisdom.

Blaine smiled with pride. “I’m impressed, nephew. You must have been hitting those walls just right last night because lesbians and rape victims are the hardest to win over.”

“Rape survivors,” Caesar corrected, refusing to comment on last night. “Bree says that any woman that makes it through a rape situation is no longer a victim, but a survivor.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely in love. The woman got you quoting her and everything.” Blaine laughed.

“Whatever, Uncle Blaine.” Caesar chuckled. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself. At this whole messed up day now that he thought about it. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going to head out now.” He rose to his feet.

“Actually—“

Just then, Caesar’s cell phone rang. When he looked down at the lighted panel and saw the S-Ranch number, he winced. “Leave it to Aunt Vickie to tell Mama everything. This just ain’t my day.” He took a deep breath and then answered his mother’s angry call on his way out of the office.

Blaine frowned as he watched his nephew leave before he had a chance to declare their meeting officially over. Now he was mad at yet another woman – his sister-in-law.

It was just like Avalon to stick her nose where it didn’t belong. She was the one that told Victoria about Bree paying for Suge’s release, causing Blaine to have to show the full $45,000 on the books instead of the $32,000 he originally reported. His sister-in-law’s interference also watered down the impassioned plea he’d made when trying to reconcile with his wife. Avalon had gotten her information from Caesar, who reimbursed Bree the money she fronted for Suge and had an irritating habit of keeping his mother in the P-Ranch loop, as well.

I should have known then that the boy was in love, Blaine thought, reflecting on his oversight when he first learned that Caesar had reimbursed Bree. All he had to do now was figure out how to pimp his nephew’s love for this woman and make it work for his own selfish purposes.

By now it was clear which nephew Blaine favored. Although he admired Caesar’s strength, he secretly despised it, too. One can’t control a strong person.

Blaine favored Ricky more because he was weak…controllable. That’s the same reason he latched on to Victoria – his personal meal ticket.

Although Victoria had a good head for business, she was weak when it came to men. Blame it on her controlling father who left so many potholes in her self-esteem with his abuse that it was easy for a man like Blaine to fill in those holes with flattery and loving acts. Loving acts that he later used to control her in a different way.

Loving acts are not going to control Bree though, Blaine thought, pulling an expensive cigar from his jacket pocket and lighting it. That filly is only going to be controlled once her spirit is broken, he thought, taking a long puff as he meditated on how to bring that brokenness about.

Big Girls - Ch. 41.2

2009-10-26T00:15:00.003-04:00

“Caesar, you’re turning against your family for this girl yet again?” Blaine said, letting his extreme disapproval be known. He let that Suge situation slide because Bree had given him such great ideas to make up for that loss, but no one was going to hurt Ricky and get away with it. The boy was like a son to him.

“I’m not turning against anybody,” Caesar told his uncle. “I’m trying to right a wrong that was done to Bree today. Trying to avoid another wrong that may soon be done to her in light of your current attitude and reaction. It was my fist in Ricky’s mouth today, not Bree’s. To sit back and allow her to get fired, fined, or even reprimanded for something I did would only add to the injustice.”

Not used to anyone defending her, Subrina felt her heart soften towards Caesar. However, her gut told her that it would take an even stronger defense to sway Blaine. As for Victoria, she seemed to be teetering somewhere in the middle. It was time to bring them both back over to her side…or at least try harder to.

“Mr. Blaine, I completely understand you wanting to do away with someone that is divisive,” Subrina began. “However, divisive is the last thing anyone can lay to my charge since I’ve been here. On the contrary, I have worked as a team player to create even more revenue options for the P-Ranch through my teaching and innovative ideas. I have also helped to reduce your medical expenses by dancing the girls into better shape. Not to mention helping to raise the girls’ morale, which was extremely low when I first got here. In short, I think firing me would be one of the biggest financial mistakes you could ever make, because I have only just begun to promote positive change here,” she said, appealing to Blaine’s greed.

Then Subrina turned to Victoria, who’d taken a seat at her husband’s desk by now. She made a different kind of appeal this time. A more humble and emotional one.

“Miss Vickie, I want to personally apologize for my error in judgment concerning Caesar and for how my dealings with him have affected you, your family, and your business. As you have probably heard by now, I haven’t been into men for quite awhile due to some horrible things in my past. When I suddenly found myself attracted to one again, I allowed that attraction to override my common sense. It won’t happen again, whether you decide to keep me on or not. In fact, if you do decide to let me keep my job, I promise never to talk to either of your nephews again,” Subrina said in a softer, yet no less direct manner.

Caesar frowned at those words. Pain entered his eyes.

Blaine just hung his head and shook it. He already knew what was coming next. He couldn’t have issued more convincing arguments himself. Now he just waited for the inevitable to happen, knowing that there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“As a fellow woman, I understand being swept away by attraction,” Victoria finally replied. “I can also understand why you would be attracted to my nephew. Caesar is a handsome thing.” She smiled briefly at her nephew before returning her gaze to the younger woman in the room. “He’s also worthy of continuing a relationship with, so feel free to talk to him and do anything else with him to your heart’s content. All I ask is that you both do a better job of keeping your personal business separate from your professional business.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Subrina replied, inwardly noting that she’d just been given direct approval to date Caesar by Victoria of all people. She hadn’t even gotten Avalon’s outright approval yet, though they had discussed the matter indirectly. “And just so we’re all clear on things. This does mean that I still have my job here, right?”

“Right, including no fines.” Victoria smiled.

Subrina and Caesar sighed loudly with relief.

Blaine let out a low breath of frustration as what he inwardly predicted finally became a reality. Now he had to find some other way to get back at Bree for what she caused Caesar to do to Ricky.

“You may be excused now, Bree. Our business is done here,” Victoria continued, dismissing the younger woman. “Caesar, you stay. I still need to talk to you about a few things.”

“Yes, ma’am. And thanks so much,” Subrina replied, turning to extend her words and smile of gratitude towards Caesar as well as she got up to leave.

Caesar nodded and silently watched her exit the room with longing in his eyes. Oh yes, the man was still smitten. And that smile he just received from his beloved caused hope to spring forth in his heart anew.

“As for you, young man,” Victoria said, addressing her nephew again once the door was closed. “Expect to receive a bill for Ricky’s medical expenses.”

“Can I expect an apology from him as well for betraying my trust about things that I never even confirmed or denied?” Caesar asked, reminding his aunt that he hadn’t been the only person in the wrong today.

“Will a written one do? Because I seriously doubt if he’ll be able to talk for a few days,” Victoria replied.

“A written apology will do just fine. Two would be even better,” Caesar negotiated.

“Two?” Victoria’s left brow rose.

“Yes. One to me. The other to Bree for embarrassing her in front of everybody,” Caesar insisted.

Victoria chuckled. “Done. Now that all of that is over, I need to be heading back to my own office. I still have a few kinks to work out of our Christmas event,” she said, standing to her feet.

“I guess I’ll be going, too.” Caesar rose to his feet, as well.

“Hang around a little bit longer, nephew. I want to talk to you about something privately,” Blaine said, kissing his wife fondly on the cheek before she left the room.

Caesar nodded, wondering what this private chat would entail as he sat back down. One thing it better not include was more scolding. Blaine was fast losing his right or rather his privilege to scold Caesar about anything considering how hypocritical he was on so many levels.

Big Girls - Ch. 41.1

2009-10-26T00:09:00.001-04:00

After making sure Subrina went to his office, Blaine checked on Ricky and then went to discuss the matter with Victoria. That left Subrina and Caesar in his office alone. A security guard was posted outside the door in case either of them tried to leave before the time and also in case they decided to attack each other.

When Subrina walked through Blaine’s office door, Caesar immediately started in with more apologies and explanations. He paced the floor the whole time he talked while she sat quietly in one of the visitor chairs.

“I heard you the last ten times, Caesar, so you can stop apologizing and trying to explain yourself,” Subrina said after listening to him in icy silence for the last five minutes.

“I was just trying to make sure you understood that Ricky guessed what happened between us last night based solely on how jealous I got about you and Kay. That I didn’t deliberately or actually tell him a thing,” Caesar replied, moving to sit in the seat beside her.

“Nevertheless, our business is still in the streets and you have just ruined any chance of ever sleeping with me again,” Subrina retorted. “And to think, I was actually going to agree to be your girlfriend today.” She scoffed. “Well, that’s over. Everything’s over!”

“What?!” Caesar roared, springing to his feet again. “I make one unintentional mistake and you’re ready to call everything off? Everything?!” He started to pace once more, unable to stand still. He was too wound up, tight as a coil.

“Yes,” Subrina replied coolly.

At that unfeeling reply, Caesar littered the air with harsh expletives, forgetting all about the respectable woman in the room in his anger.

Subrina remained unmoved by the colorful things she heard. She’d said all that and more in her day. Her cuss-jar could attest to that. She wanted to let loose a few expletives of her own right now, but decided to hold her peace instead.

“Didn’t last night mean anything to you at all?” Caesar asked, finally returning to regular conversation, yet no less angry as he paused in front of her chair.

“Pleasure.”

“And you definitely got a lot of that, didn’t you?” He sneered. “I vividly remember the way you shook in my arms last night. The way your toes curled when I…”

“Whatever pleasure I received from you last night or at any other time has now been swallowed up by regrets,” Subrina interrupted with flaming cheeks. More flames had been kindled in her core at those reminders and at that sexy sneer, making it absolutely critical for her to cut him off just then, lest she…

Lest she attack him in this office with intense loving instead of pounding fists. How gorgeous can one man be?

“Because of you, I’m about to lose my job, man! I hope you’re happy,” Subrina added through clenched teeth, hating that she was still so attracted to him.

Caesar offered no ready response as it finally sunk in about what his anger, jealousy, and foolish pride might have cost her today. When he did speak, it was to let out a few more expletives. This time he directed those harsh words at himself, not at the unjust situation.

“I’m not happy at all, Bree. In fact, I feel rotten about this whole thing,” Caesar told her with repentant eyes once he was somewhat calmer.

“You should feel rotten. Had you just controlled your jealousy and temper, and just kept your hands to yourself, none of this would be happening,” Subrina said, pouring the guilt on thick even though she also had a part to play in all this.

Had she not gotten sexually involved with Caesar in the first place, none of this would be happening either. She wouldn’t be in danger of disappointing the Bureau, Leesha’s memory, or herself for not successfully completing this assignment.

But wasn’t that what usually happened when anger was allowed to cloud good judgment? Wasn’t the blame normally projected upon everyone else, seldom upon oneself at times like these?

“How can I make it up to you, baby?” Caesar asked gently, sitting down beside her again.

“By just leaving me alone. Matter of fact, don’t say anything else to me whether I lose this job or not,” Subrina concluded, folding her arms defiantly across her chest as she turned completely away from him.

Caesar sighed with resignation and snapped his mouth closed. He remained silent for the duration of their wait…thinking…coming to a few conclusions…making a few potent decisions based on those conclusions.

As soon as the angry looking P-Ranch owners entered the office, Caesar said, “If you’ve come to give Bree her walking papers, then consider my tenure here up, as well.”

Subrina and Victoria gasped in shock.

Blaine didn’t look surprised at all. Men in love often went out of their way to stand up for and protect their women. Even so, he still wanted Bree to go.

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Dwayne Johnson’s sexy sneer:

http://www.fanpix.net/picture-gallery/463/33463-dwayne-johnson-picture.htm

Big Girls - Ch. 40.3

2009-10-24T15:45:00.000-04:00

When the trio on stage made it through the whole song with no mishaps, Subrina was the first person to give the girls a hearty round of applause. Caesar, the girls in the audience, and most of the recruiters began to applaud as well. Only Ricky remained silent and immobile.

“Good job, ladies!” Subrina said when the applause finally ended. “All of you did a good job,” she said, turning to address the girls in the audience as well. “Same time tomorrow, ladies. Now go get some rest. We have class bright and early in the morning.”

“You, too,” Ricky blurted out loud enough for everybody to hear.

Without turning around, Subrina just knew he was talking to her. Why else would everyone be looking at her so expectantly? Plus, she’d been the only one talking just prior to Ricky’s outburst.

“Are you talking to me?” Subrina turned to ask him anyway.

“Yes,” Ricky replied with a calculating smirk.

“Speak your mind, partna,” Subrina prompted, maintaining her accent despite her current irritation.

“I was just thinking that you probably needed to get some rest, too. Especially after last night, you little headboard breaker. Ain’t that right, cousin?” Ricky grinned.

“What?!” Subrina raged at the same moment that Caesar lunged across the table and punched his cousin square in the mouth.

Shock registered on Ricky’s face at that powerful blow. When he opened his mouth to speak, blood and a couple of teeth fell out.

Things suddenly became very chaotic in the room.

Muscular men rushed to restrain Caesar from punching his cousin again. They couldn’t restrain his mouth though. Caesar shouted out expletives as if they were hot cannonballs, meant to inflict damage upon his target.

Ricky rushed underneath the table to avoid more blows, but not before gathering his teeth in one hand. Yes, the man was that vain. He was also that cowardly like most women beaters when faced with fighting real men.

As for the women, some of them ran from the room in stark fear. The rest stayed behind to see the fight. Mercedes was one of the girls that left. Not out of fear, but to summon Blaine from his office.

Subrina was among the girls that stayed. She wanted to see Ricky get punched again. Better yet, she wanted her chance to punch him...and Caesar, too, for opening both of their big mouths.

“Jon and Clark, take Caesar down to my office. Jon, you keep him there while Clark gets the van ready for Ricky,” Blaine said, instantly seeking to bring order when he entered the lounge. “Mercedes, go get some milk. Dee-Dee, go tell Boss Lady to call our dentist. We need to get Ricky there quick if we’re going to save his grill,” Blaine said. “Ricky, come from underneath that table and let’s go get you some help.”

Subrina fumed in silence as everybody hopped to fulfill Blaine’s orders. She had to hand it to the man. He was a take charge guy who knew how to bring quick order to a volatile situation.

Blaine was also a smart guy. How else would he have known to use milk instead of water to preserve Ricky’s teeth? Milk kept the root cells of teeth alive and moist for a few hours, definitely long enough to get to the nearest dentist so that they could be reinserted into their proper sockets.

Regular tap water would have worked against the preservation process. Had no milk or Save-A-Tooth solution been present, Ricky would have been better off holding his teeth in between his gum and cheek to preserve them rather than use water.

“I’m sorry,” Caesar kept repeating as he was forcibly escorted out of the lounge by the burly recruiters on either side of him. “I’m so sorry.”

Was he apologizing to Ricky?

No. Caesar was apologizing to Subrina. She was the one he maintained eye contact with as he left the room. She was also the one that all eyes settled upon now.

Time to exit stage left, Subrina mused, heading for the side exit.

She was not about to hang around for a time of twenty questions. By now everybody knew that she’d slept with Caesar, contributed to a broken headboard, and was still very much interested in men. What else was there to say anyway?

“Not so fast, young lady,” Blaine said in a stern tone.

Subrina stopped in her tracks. “Shall I make my way to your office, too, sir?” she asked, pivoting around to face him like a dutiful soldier.

“Yes. My wife and I are going to want to talk to you. I can guarantee that it’s not going to be pretty.” Blaine frowned.

“Of course,” Subrina replied, heading for the main exit now. When she heard some of the remaining male recruiters snicker, she stopped short in her tracks again and faced them. “If any of y’all even think about saying the wrong thing to me, I will slap you into next week and be waiting for you when you get there…with a pistol. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

“Good,” Subrina replied with a firm nod. Then she continued towards the main exit.

The rest of the girls watched her leave with admiration upon their faces, including Mercedes, who had reentered the room after Caesar left. They had never seen any woman constantly stand up to the men around here. Even Victoria bowed to Blaine’s will on the regular, largely due to his charm.

Something new had happened at the P-Ranch today. The girls were looking forward to seeing how it all panned out.

“I think she’s going to get fired,” Mercedes whispered to Porsha as Blaine stalked out behind their teacher looking fit to be tied.

“I hope not. We need a strong woman like her around here,” Porsha replied.

“Amen to that,” Dee-Dee agreed, revealing how attached she had become to Subrina, as well.

Mercedes rolled her eyes and huffed away in frustration. How many more members of her clique were going to shift their allegiance to the side of their gutsy teacher?

Big Girls - Ch. 40.2

2009-10-24T14:28:00.000-04:00

“You can turn it off now, Dee-Dee,” Subrina said, smoothly bringing her demonstration to an end. “Now let me walk you through the breakdown steps in slow motion. When the song says, ‘my guilty pleasure I ain’t going’, I want you to throw your hips hard on every syllable of those words. When it says, ‘no where’, I want you to roll your hips just as hard in a circular grind. Let the men know that you can bring it just as good as any skinny girl.” She worked her hips in slow demonstration even as she instructed them. “Think you can do it now?”

“Yeah,” Porsha and Pep said in unison.

“What about you, Tootsie?” Subrina asked.

“Yeah,” Tootsie replied timidly.

Subrina smiled. “I can’t hearrrrr…youuu,” she sang, cupping her left ear. “Speak up, girl,” she encouraged.

“Yeah!” Tootsie shouted as her confidence level rose.

“All right! Now that’s the kind of enthusiasm I like to hear.” Subrina chuckled, causing the other girls to laugh, too. “Dee-Dee, take us back to the top and let it rip,” she directed their impromptu DJ. “Ladies, the stage is all yours,” she told the trio and then headed off stage so that she could see their routine from an audience point of view.

How long as ‘he’ been here? Subrina wondered when her eyes lit upon Caesar at the recruiters’ table. She blushed when he gave her a nod of approval.

What was he approving of? Her dance instruction? Her dancing abilities? Her knack for encouraging people?

All of that and more.

Forcing herself to stay focused, Subrina returned her attention to the girls on stage as the music cued up. Now standing directly in front of them off stage, she made sure to make eye contact with Tootsie during all the difficult parts. She even danced along with the music to further keep Tootsie’s rhythm on point.

Caesar didn’t watch any of the girls on stage. He only had eyes for their instructor. When Bree worked her shapely hips in demonstration from time to time, he had flashbacks of last night. Volcanic flashbacks.

Caesar thought about the hot monkey sex, the slip-slide-slam game, and the head games they played. He especially remembered that last game. That was the main reason he’d spent most of his morning making a new headboard.

I would do it all again if only she’d let me, Caesar thought, longing for a repeat of last night. Quite frankly, he wanted a lifetime of repeats with her. It showed in his ardent look.

Across from him, Ricky’s frown turned into a scowl.

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Beyonce’s Sweet Dreams (breakdown part starts at 1:28 and lasts through 1:35):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbGV2_8Yqg4

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Additional videos that I wanted to highlight with this chapter:

Three big girls dancing to Single Ladies:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eQ4_3l4P5I&feature=related

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The same three girls explaining why they do what they do and why they are not ashamed of their bodies. Btw, they are GORGEOUS!):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZfkIotLhFw&feature=related

Big Girls - Ch. 40.1

2009-10-24T14:02:00.001-04:00

When Subrina finally made it back to the P-Ranch, the sun was low in the western sky. She put her overnight bag in her room and went straight to the lounge. That’s where the girls were gathered to practice their dance routines again. Since they only had two more days before they performed those routines in front of everyone, they had to practice every chance they got, including Sundays.

The ten girls who signed up for the dance troupe were split into groups of three, three, and four. The groups with three girls would perform Beyonce and Destiny’s Child’s songs. The group of four would perform En Vogue tunes.

Rehearsals were going fine until some of the P-Ranch recruiters came into the lounge. Leading the pack, Ricky and his crew distracted the girls with their loud cheers whenever they did anything right, their get-it-right jeers whenever one of the girls missed a step.

After the group performing Sweet Dreams faltered yet again with their steps and received disheartening jeers from the recruiters, Subrina took center stage to directly deal with the situation. “Look, y’all. The girls are up here trying to do something that’s going to make more money for everybody, so I’d appreciate it if you guys kept it quiet for awhile,” she told the recruiters in a stern tone.

“Yes, sir.” Ricky saluted. “I mean, ma’am,” he corrected, causing the other recruiters to snicker.

Subrina glared at him. If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now…with one well-placed shot between the eyes.

“Thanks very much, ma’am. I mean, sir,” Subrina countered boldly.

“You—”

“Okay, ladies. Let’s give it another try,” Subrina said, defiantly cutting Ricky off as she turned around to face Porsha, Tootsie, and Pep again. They’d been just as silent behind her as the girls in the audience had been during her heated exchange with the P-Ranch’s number one recruiter.

Furious about being disrespected like that, Ricky’s eyes narrowed. His right hand tightened on the glass of alcohol it held before he brought it to his mouth again in silence.

“We’re going to try that breakdown chorus part again. This time I want you to work those hips like you really mean it,” Subrina continued, showing no sign of fear or intimidation for having snubbed their bosses’ nephew.

“Can you show us how to do it again?” Tootsie asked. Being the only white girl in the current group, she wanted to make sure she had the steps perfectly memorized. It helped that her body was so flexible, but sometimes her rhythm was slightly off.

“Sure,” Subrina replied with a patient smile. “Dee-Dee, please play that chorus back for me,” she told the woman sitting on the piano bench in the far right corner of the stage.

“You got it,” Dee-Dee said, rewinding the song on the sound system to her left.

When the right part was cued up, Subrina began to demonstrate the proper moves to the trio of girls on stage. So caught up in her demonstration, she failed to see Caesar enter the lounge and head over to the recruiters’ table.

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Songs from the girls’ dance routines

En Vogue’s Giving Him Something He Can Feel:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2RKb1R7jM0&feature=related

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Beyonce’s Sweet Dreams:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbGV2_8Yqg4

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Destiny Child’s Cater To You:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1ACROqvbzQ

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