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Birthday Bitch

It was turning out to be a fairly nice day even though the weather that week had been somewhat unpredictable. The house was uncharacteristically quiet. Days like this weren’t uncommon now that Boogie was often out on the road, leaving the chaos in the house at a minimum.

Ju walked into the kitchen with half-closed eyes, making a beeline for the coffee pot as Deenie sipped from her cup, working on the crossword in the newspaper.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine!” she spoke, without looking up from her task.

“It’s too bright in here.” Ju croaked in her, I-just- woke-up-and-can-barely-find-the-strength-to- speak voice.

“That’s because you’re hungover, sweetie. Again.” Deenie rolled her eyes.

Ju simply didn’t have the energy to go off. She was tired and the days of their heated, short-tempered youth were mellowing out as they all became more civil in adulthood.

“Good.” Deenie smirked, looking up for once from the paper. “Keep that same energy when Boogie gets back.”

Ju scoffed with a chuckle.

“You tell her that too!” “Mornin’ ya’ll” Dejah bounded in, sing-song, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

“The energy needs to come down about 12 million notches, babe” Ju held her head.

Dejah laughed as she opened the fridge looking for the orange juice.

“So Boogie is coming back today, I heard.” Dejah said, sounding skeptical, “It’s been months since she’s even slept here. Last time she came home, she didn’t even realize her Jean Paul Gaultier perfume was missing, since she was only here for a day.”

“You better stop takin’ that girl’s stuff, Dejah!” Deenie warned.

“Boogie don’t miss little shit like that. I only took it because I know she’d say yes if I asked her for it!” Dejah shrugged, before popping some bread into the toaster. “Besides, she’s changed. She seems like, nicer now in a way? I dunno.”

“Fuck outta here, she’s the same Bougie Bitch she always was,” Ju interjected, waving her hand dismissively, “She knows it too. Just because she wrote that weak ass self-help book, she thinks she’s an expert now in, whatever hoodoo, booboo garbage juice meta trend is sweeping the masses. Witchcraft is not a fucking trend, bro. She shouldn’t be playing with that shit.”

“True, Remember that fucking demon situation we had on Halloween, years ago?” Deenie reminisced, “All the windows busted out, it was like a movie!”

“Exactly!” Ju sipped her coffee, slowly finding her energy, “There have been many incidents in this house of paranormal activity, and I swear they all was surrounding her.” “Come on ya’ll know that’s not fair.” Dejah chimed in, turning to face them with her arms folded. “If you had some freaky secret power that could communicate with ghosts or whatever, what  the hell would you do with it?”

“I dunno. Help somebody I guess.” Deenie replied. “Who says I don’t?”

“Nobody, but I’m just saying if it’s a part of you, you probably can’t just turn it off.” Dejah shrugged, pointing a finger at her head and making a mocking “Duh” face at the girls, who scoffed in response.

“Whatever, she’s so full of shit. Even if that bullshit she wrote in that book is real, her personality is still the same, I don’t care what you say, Dejah, people don’t change.”

“Have you read the book, Ju?”

“I started it, but it was trash, so now it’s a coaster on my nightstand.”

Deenie laughed.

“Ya’ll bein’ real shady right now.” “Hold on now, we’re not haters- I’m just saying she comes off high and mighty. That’s all.” “Power will do that to you, maybe.” Dejah said, catching her toast on her plate the moment it popped out, before walking back up to her room while sipping her OJ.

“Or an inflated ego,” Ju sucked her teeth, irritated as her eyes followed Dejah leaving the kitchen,“She gets that shit from Boogie.”

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By the time she’d arrived, it was nearly 4PM. Boogie came nearly crashing through the door, balancing worn Louis Vuitton luggage on her arms, as her little white bichon came running up barking and jumping all over her.

“Down Momo! Ahh! Mama missed you too!” she cooed at the small dog, before announcing, “I’M HOOOOOMMEEE!”

With closed eyes Boogie threw her arms open wide, waiting for a rush of hugs that did not come.

“Hey Booger,” Rai smiled down from the upstairs banister. “What are you doing?”

“Rai! I was...nothing.” Boogie put her arms down looking somewhat embarrassed. “Where is everyone?”

Rai shrugged.

“Around, I guess.”

Boogie pouted. It wasn’t a big deal for her to come home from a long book tour, but it wasn’t unlike them to miss her birthday.

“It’s my birthday today,” she announced dejectedly.

“Happy birthday!” Rai said smiling, and making her way down the steps, when Dejah suddenly burst out of her room, running down the stairs and hugged Boogie.

“Awh!” Boogie laughed, hugging her back. “Thank you both!”

“I have an announcement to make and I wanted to treat everyone to a girl’s day. I have big news!”

“Ooh! OK! I’ll go tell everyone!” Dejah jumped up and down excitedly before running back up the stairs.

“How are things, Rai?” Boogie asked, just as her phone chimed urgently, demanding her attention.

“Quiet, you know. It’s not boring, but since you’re not around as much, Ju goes through these combative moods all by herself and she doesn’t know what to do with that frustration.”

“Psychology suits you, miss.” Boogie smiled, with a fist bump to her little sister.

“Thank you! I’m almost a doctor- when this semester is over, I’m gonna be legit.” Rai beamed, then, slowly, her smile faded, “She misses you. You know that, right?”

“I don’t know anything she doesn’t tell me,” Boogie shrugged.

“Hello, hello!” Desty and Jayti, followed Dejah, Deenie and Xai down the stairs as welcome home hugs made their rounds and they all caught up for a moment before beginning to wonder what the hold-up was with Ju.

Finally Ju emerged from her room, leather-clad black jacket and shoes, dressed to kill.

“You’re finally back.” she chuckled, as she took her time walking down the stairs. “Next time you go, take that little annoying yappy mutt with you.”

Boogie rolled her eyes before hugging her best frienemy with cheek to cheek kisses.

“I missed you too, Miss Salty- Ooh!” Boogie pulled back suddenly, her eyes watering a bit. “You smell like a distillery, Ju, damn! It’s not even after 5!”

“Mind your business.” Ju flicked her wrist dismissively before tossing two pieces of chewing gum in her mouth. “So what are we doing?” “Right! Sooooo! I rented a party buusss!!!��� Boogie exclaimed, leading them all outside with open arms. “Tadaaa!” “Wow, just like the old days.” Deenie scoffed, remembering nights past that got so wild, they all wished they could forget.

“No! Not like that, we’re responsible adults now!!” Boogie said as she led them to the vehicle.

The bus driver opened the door to them, and they all entered to see an interior of woodgrain and leather seats. A small mini fridge with wine and champagne and a small assortment of snacks, cheeses, and chocolate.

“Heeyyy! We fancy now!” Rai voiced her approval, before taking a seat next to the snack bar.

“Eee! I’m glad you approve!” Boogie clapped her hands with glee before telling the driver to proceed to the first stop for luxury mani-pedis and massages at the day spa.

As they all settled into the back seats to get comfortable, Rai filled and passed out champagne glasses, proposing a toast.

“To the Buttacreme sisterhood! May we always have  each others’ backs!”

“Cheers!” ____________________________________________________________

“This place is legit!” Boogie  called back to the girls as they waited at the crosswalk,  to cross the street. “Wow, you ladies sure look nice, today.” and older white, gray-haired gentleman commented, looking over their collective outfits.

“Thank you, Mister!” Jayti bubbled, particularly happy with her colorful spring dress of choice.

“Do you mind taking our picture?” Boogie  asked, handing the man her phone, as the light changed. “Sure! Ooh! You all should line up over the lines of the crosswalk, like the Beatles!” he said excitedly,  walking backwards to line up the perfect shot as they crossed the street. “Who are the Beatles?” Dejah whispered, to Jayti, who shrugged, before serving face to the camera.

As they all entered The Pampered Palm: Nail Bar, they were met with the acrid scent of Acetone and Enamel- the combination of a sweet chemical smell that excites the high maintenance part of the human female brain; and there were exclaims of “Yaasss!” and “Okurrr!” that rose from the 8-woman group as the cushy pink upholstery and silver damask wallpaper welcomed them into the lap of luxury.

As half the crew sat to get manis, the others got pedis, and a kind uniformed woman served champagne and mimosas which Ju knocked back in a matter of seconds.

Boogie looked worried. “I’m concerned.” she whispered suddenly to Rai, sitting next to her, sipping slowly from her champagne flute. “She’s fine.” Rai said, before shooting Boogie a sympathetic look, “You know how she is… she’s coping.” Boogie, stole a peek at her friend once again, now on the phone, withdrawn from the present moment and enthralled with pondering what color to paint her fingernails next.

“Have a happy birthday!” Rai insisted, raising her glass,

Boogie sighed, shaking off her dark feelings, before smiling and clinking glasses with Rai.

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After a couple of hours of pampering, they all made their way to the new Pomerado Luxe  Beauty store. As per usual, Boogie went overboard, buying the latest this and that from the  Gisza collection.

“Ladies, get whatever you want!” Boogie laughed, placing her hands on her hips as they all winced, when her store receipt printing from the cash register began to resemble a trail of toilet paper.

They were all much more economical in their choices, even though she was paying.

Xai landed on a metallic pink lipstick, Ju found a red to add to her collection, Desty landed on a spring eyeshadow palette, and everyone only chose one thing, except the baby of the Buttacreme bunch who wanted six. “Dejah!”  Deenie picked the excess glosses and highlighter from her basket. “NO!”

“Boogie said we could have whatever we want!” She frowned.

“Yeah! But out of courtesy, you shouldn’t be greedy!” Deenie reprimanded with a wag of her finger.

“But-” “No buts, put it back and pick ONE!” Dejah began to protest when Jayti gently squeezed her arm and shook her head.

Leaving the store, everyone was smiling and happy with their purchases, except Dejah who fell behind, pouting a bit and feeling irritated by Deenie.

“She gets on my nerves sometimes, Jay,” she confided in Jayti, “Like, you’re not my mom!”

Jayti pulled Dejah aside a moment, holding her shoulders.

“You’re right. She’s not, and she does have that way about her. But D, she has been there for you- for all of us. It’s just makeup. Don’t let it make you too mad, k?” Jayti comforted her.

Dejah rolled her eyes with folded arms, before drawing a deep breath and nodding, agreeing to let go of her animosity toward the woman.

“Good,” Jayti smiled mischievously, “becaaaaaauuuse-”

Jayti suddenly opened her bag to reveal it full of stolen shit.

“Byyytch!!!!” Dejah burst out laughing so loud, the others turned around, wondering what was so funny.

Jayti hastily zipped up her purse while Dejah made some weird ass excuse about a meme she saw on the internet before rushing the procession onward to their next destination.

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La Luz Hotel was situated in the middle of downtown. It was rumored that famous people stayed there all the time, and as they walked into the lobby, they were promptly greeted by the staff.

“Miss Patel! You’re just in time for your surprise party!” The girls snickered and Ju scoffed at the woman looking annoyed.

“Well you just ruined the surprise part!” she hissed.

“I apologize,” the woman looked sincerely confused, “Since she planned it for herself, nearly 6 months in advance, I assumed she already knew about it.”

Her words seemed sarcastic, which further irritated Ju, but the look on the woman’s face was choked up as if she were about to cry. So Ju, backed off, uncomfortably.

“Sorry-Lead the way,” she said, exchanging a  nervous glance with Desty and Xai.

The Suite was on the 34th floor, with high ceilings and party snacks and favors that meticulously decorated the luxury suite.

“Ahh! This is so cool!” Desty  giggled, barely able to contain her excitement.

“So glad you like it!” Boogie laughed, passing out whistles and party poppers to the girls as Xai pulled out her phone to take a pic, “Now Everybody say ‘SURPRISE!’” They played trivia games, danced and talked about the past 10 years of ups and downs they’d all shared- from the happiest moments, to the saddest breakups. They all laughed and cried and caught up from the beginning to the present, resolving past fights and issues that were buried among them all. At that moment, Boogie, busted out the champagne and began pouring glasses for everyone before stating,

“I have an announcement to make,” she said, clearing her voice. “These past 10 years have been such an experience! I’m grateful to each and every one of you for helping me grow into the person I am today! I used to be selfish, spoiled and heartless, but living with you guys helped me evolve into a better person,”

Her voice cracked with emotion and her eyes got hot with tears.

“Thank you so much for being my friends! I’ll always love all of you, so with that, I’d like to announce that I’m  going to be-”

“Married!” Ju shouted, slurring her words, “I fucking knew it!”

“No- I’m actually going to be-” “A lesbian!” She cut her off again.

“Ju, relax,” Deenie, squeezed her arm, prompting Ju to snatch away, stumbling toward Boogie. “Sorry, I’m trying to pretend to be psychic like you do.”

The girls winced at the dig, suddenly backing away, giving the two space, as had happened so many times in the past when a fight was about to break out.

“Ju, what is your problem? You’ve been acting like this all day.”

“You always thought you were better than me- NO! ALL OF US! Just because you had money, and you would flaunt it in our face and pit us against each other and you’re JUST WICKED! Forgive me if I’m not buying the ACT, Boogie! You are the same selfish bitch you always were, with a shiny new coat of paint and a nose job!” “Ooh! Somebody stop her!” Rai interjected as Jayti’s arm shot out to stop her from jumping in. “I didn’t get a nose job!” Boogie lied as her finger self-consciously touched the tip of her nose.

“See? So self-absorbed. That’s the only thing you took from EVERYTHING I just said!? Fuck you, Boogie!”

It was as if in slow motion. The raspberries floating in the bubbly champagne flute hit her in the face first then the drink splashed over her immaculate beat, melting her mascara and eyeliner instantly.

“No. The. FUCK. YOU DID NOT!” Boogie shrieked.

“I think I just did.” Ju said flinging the last remaining drops that were in the glass, at her, to make sure she made her point.

A Table skid across the floor, flipping over. Purple and blonde weave was flying, the thud of them collapsing to the floor sent all the girls into a frenzy trying to break up the fight before the cops were called. The freshly manicured raptor claws were out, and even though there were 5 of them, trying to pull the two apart, they were so heatedly engaged, it was nearly impossible. Finally Boogie  pinned Ju flat on her back, holding down her wrists, which was pure luck combined with the fact that Ju’s drunkenness had made her lose her balance.

“You ARE A FUCKING LIAR!” Ju shrieked, bucking and thrashing under Boogie’s modest weight, when suddenly, Boogie kissed her.

The gang gasped, Rai’s hands flew to the sides of her eyes, shielding her peripherals as her jaw dropped, Jayti looked like she might faint, Dejah’s face contorted with shock and disgust, while Deenie’s hands flew to cover her young eyes instinctively trying to protect her. Desty and Xai however, exchanged a wide-eyed look that  simply prompted them to take another sip of their drinks.

After about 30 seconds of them full on making out on the floor, they finally stopped and looked up at the collectively confused faces of their housemates.

Boogie slowly stood up, lending a hand to Ju, who wobbled to a stand as well…

“So… I guess you’re all wondering, what that was about.” Boogie started.

The awkward, tense silence hung thick in the air, as they were all rendered completely speechless.

“We maybe...hooked up...a few times…” she trailed off.

“WHAT?!?!?” Dejah shouted from behind Deenie’s knitted hands over her face.

“There was this time… with that Australian guy...Tristen… we might have had a threesome.” Ju added in, guiltily.

“WHAT?!?” Dejah exclaimed once again.

“Anyway… after that, things changed a bit between us… We just hooked up, but it didn’t mean anything!” Boogie dismissed.

“Clearly it meant something to ME!!” Ju glared at her, shaking, with tears watering her eyes, when she finally threw her hands up and stormed out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind her.

Boogie reluctantly went after her, and found her standing outside on the hallway balcony of the hotel, smoking a cigarette.

“You smoke now, too?” Boogie jested.

“What do you care?” Ju  dismissed her, flicking ashes to the ground.

“Ju, I’m sorry, if what we did, confused you. I’m not a lesbian. Sure, we tried some shit, but it wasn’t like I made a full commitment to gayness! It wasn’t THAT GAY.”

“I don’t even know what that means!” Ju sneered. “It wasn’t just a ‘few times’ like you’re convincing yourself. I mean, I wasn’t counting, but the fact that I LOST count, means that you’re trying to minimize it to something meaningless.”

“But, you’re not a lesbian either!” “That’s not the fucking point!” Ju rebutted, “You can’t just treat me like one of your little fucktoy boyfriends; use me and leave.”

“Wow, okay, I didn’t use you anymore than you used me!”

“REaALLy?!” Ju snapped, “ because as I recall, I never, not once, came to your room in the dead of night like a stray cat scratching at YOUR door.”

Boogie groaned with exasperation.

“Ju! I wasn’t trying to use you! I just thought we were having fun!”

“It was. Until you broke my heart.”

“I didn’t know!”

“Correction: You didn’t care.” Ju said, grinding the cigarette butt into ash and flicking it over the balcony. “As soon as you started traveling all the time, it was like you couldn’t WAIT to leave and have an excuse not to talk to me. You wouldn’t even answer my calls or texts, and most of the time it only about regular shit, like ‘Bring home some toilet paper.’”

“Ju, I’m sorry!”

“You ghosted me like some fuckboy. You KNOW how my relationships with men have gone… and now you’ve ruined women for me too...”

“Ju, I swear to God, if I had known how you felt-”

“Stop playing coy. You knew how I felt when I left you those dusty, sappy ass voicemails when you were gone. You knew how I felt when I made you come 4 times in one night.You just didn’t want to commit, and I get it. But you can’t just buy back my fucking friendship and, for once, throwing money at the problem ain’t gonna make it disappear, Boogie.”

“Ju…” Boogie reached out touching her shoulder, teary-eyed, when Ju shrugged her off “ I really am sorry…”

“You’re right about one thing: I’m not a lesbian- hell I never even considered myself bi, but what I am willing to admit, is I am damaged. In spite of that, I trusted you, because we were friends, and you made me feel accepted, only to turn around an reject me on the basis that you’re ‘not a lesbian’. I’d never been with a woman before you; how about you, Boogie?

Boogie’s eyes were glued to her champagne stained shoes with guilt.

“Fuck you.” Ju said, with her back facing Boogie as she pulled out another cigarette. “I never want to see you again.”

Boogie, slowly nodded before hesitantly turning around to pull the door open to see cast shadows on the floor scrambling from around the hallway corner, that let her know everyone heard everything.

As she walked back into the suite, everyone was behaving so over the top in trying to act normal, Boogie couldn’t help but call it out.

“I feel so dirty.” she admitted. “Look, guys, I’m leaving… for good. I didn’t want things to end like this,”

“Aww! Boogie” They exclaimed and began coming in to hug her goodbye when she held up a hand, stopping them and backing away toward the door.

“I really don’t deserve it,” she said, teary eyed, “I just wanted one last good memory, for old-time’s-sake, but I’m sorry, ya’ll; I can’t do this… “

“Boogie, wait!” Dejah called out as Boogie opened the door to leave.

“I’ll send for my things. Goodbye.”

As the door shut behind her, the room fell silent with a heaviness that left them all feeling disconnected and hollow. The candy nipples and crumbled BDSM gingerbread men littering the floor along with smashed cupcakes and spilled champagne, prompted them all to begin cleaning up the mess, while humming “happy birthday” in such a somber tone it sounded like a negro spiritual.

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The weeks that followed stretched into a month, and as the weather started to become warmer, the Buttacreme house welcomed a new college sophomore who moved into Boogie’s old room and mostly kept to herself.

The awkwardness surrounding the birthday party, had created a moody tension around Ju, that, at the slightest mention or reference to Boogie seemed to set her off into a funk that would last for days.

Other than that, some normalcy was returning with the intro of the new girl, Kayla, since she was unaware of the drama and simply offered up baked goods to anyone and everyone who was interested.

“She’s cool.” Rai said to Jayti, taking a sip of lemonade as they sat out on lawn chairs in the backyard, soaking up the springtime sun.

“Yeah, she’s so innocent though.” Jayti laughed, “Remember when we were that age?”

“God, I don’t think I was ever so baby-faced in my youth.”

Jayti sighed and opened up her magazine to read up on the latest gossip.

“Oh my god!” Jayti’s jaw dropped.

“What?” Rai looked up suddenly, from her phone.

“House meeting…” Jayti said, flipping the magazine and showing Rai the article.

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It was dark by the time Ju came out of her room. As she bound down the stairs, headed to the kitchen, she saw the entire house, save for Kayla, seated in the living room, surrounding the coffee table, whispering quietly amongst themselves. It looked suspicious to say the least.

“What’s up?” She asked, taking a detour into the living room to see a single magazine in the center of the coffee table.

They all remained silent, not certain how to break the news.

Dejah grabbed the magazine, and flipped to the page, handing it to Ju.

Upon seeing Boogie’s photo, Ju scoffed, pushing the quarterly, back at Dejah, with rejection, when Dejah, pushed it again, for Ju to take a closer look.

“...The 34 year old best-selling author was reported missing on April 6th 2020 soon after she arrived in Japan, when she unexpectedly didn’t show up for a book signing, and subsequent attempts to contact or locate her yielded no results. The police began an ongoing investigation that led them to the local den of Yakuza who are known to use spiritual mediums situationally.

Ichigo Soichirou, the lead detective on Blaire Patel’s case, reported that it “isn’t uncommon for the Yakuza to outsource to a foreigner as they are harder to track.”

April 12th, only 6 days after the initial report, Miss Patel’s body was found in a Freight container at a commercial loading site in Tokyo Harbor. The case is ongoing, suspects are being interrogated and arrests have been made, but the tragedy of Patel’s sudden and violent end has undoubtedly shaken her family and fanbase to the core. Prayers and condolences to the family and close friends of ‘The Ratchet Medium’ author. She will be missed.”

Ju’s breath shuddered, prompting Deenie to stand up and hug her, when she pulled away, hyperventilating for breath.

“She’s….gone.” Ju sobbed.

Desty ran to hug her oldest friend, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words to her, when Ju pulled away, turning her back to them and slowly, ascending the stairs as they called after her, worried.

Once she got to the landing at the top, Desty’s voice called out emotionally.

“JU! We all loved her! Stop pushing us away! We need to heal together!”

Ju’s hand gripped the wooden stair banister, digging her nails into the varnished finish, when she slowly turned her head looking down at the lot of them, standing and looking up at her, with deep concern ingrained into their facial expressions.

“These are the last tears I cry for Boogie.” Ju announced. “Good Riddance.”

With a final wipe of her tears, her footsteps receded and her bedroom door slammed shut; leaving them all  frozen in a moment of time wondering what would happen now?

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Thanks for the Birthday Wishes!

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So the HoB crew is talkin revival. So I went ahead and updated Ms. Boogie. 10 years has passed. Her hair has gotten long and she dyed it purple :3 Due to some troubles in her past, she  has become more health conscious, holistic, and spiritual. She's not the same wasteful, spolied brat of the past and I wanted to show her progess. I haven't painted in so long, I was wondering if I'd improved... but all I can say is I haven't gotten any worse, lol.

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I said earlier that only a butt pillow existed of me (its literally my own ass)… but if a dakimakura of me had to exist of me… I guess it could look like this. HoB!Xai wears this look so well.

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Happy Pantsu Day y'all! Hope everyone enjoyed rollin' round in jus they pannies.

<3 Xai

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Spring Break 2014 [Quick Fics & Snippets series]

Ju was... upset. Well to be honest, upset is putting it hella lightly. Hella. Ju. Was. Pressed.  And instead of pulling out her fresh weave in irritation, she takes it out on the one who solved their problems, but only barely.

"San. Diego. Why it gotta be San Diego? NOTHING IS HERE! It ain't even COMIC-CON! Why couldn't we go up to fucking L.A. for Spring Break like we planned?"

Deenie sighs heavily and just drops her iPad on top of her face, immediately tuning out this conversation. Jhenne and Des join her in finding little things to do in the last minute rental house Ju's current source of ire was able to obtain them for basically a song and a dance.

Boogie (who could have been their savior, but after Miami, is being a skinflinty hoe) assumes there was something else involved in that dance, but Xai's not saying shit.

Well, not yet at least. Ju and her desire to get seduced, impregnated or worse by a born n' bred East L.A. cholo is driving her up the wall. The taller Buttacreme inhales sharply, then points a hot pink and lime manicured finger at her spirit-sister.

"Bitch you got five seconds to shut up about my home town or I'm taking everyone to TJ for tequila, tacos and vatos, leaving your ass behind."

There's a sharp inhale from Ju, and suddenly everyone ignoring the pair is all ears.

Typical.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

"... fine. Yay, San Diego!" Ju does a half-assed bout of spirit fingers, and turns to walk off to her and Xai's temporary bedroom. Xai simply rolls her eyes, muttering about 'not perfect, but better than nothing' and demands everyone present choose either sushi, gyros or tacos for lunch so she can place an order over the phone.

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Untitled for now...

Xaila stumbled down into the kitchen, drowsy as all hell and looking a borderline hot mess in teal plaid skinny jeans and a big garishly bright mulberry sweater, the look barely saved by the sweater being both off the shoulder and appealingly curve hugging. She apparently forgot to slap on some makeup, because the dark circles under her eyes were darker than a Nigerian's backside. And her hair? Tore up from the floor up.

Deenie and Ju were the first to see Xai in her terrible disarray. Ju knowingly raised a brow, but decided to keep mum while Deenie decided to take a much more vocal approach.

"What in da hale happened to you? You look like Steve Urkel and lawnmower decided to do you up today," she quipped while finishing up cooking breakfast for the three of them now. Figuring Xai probably needed it, she quickly spooned a bowl full of grits that had been warming on the stove and handed it to Xai, who barely grabbed, almost covering her sweater in home cooking.

"Huh? What? Oh... I'm just tired..." she answers in a hoarse, sleepy voice. Ju now has both eyebrows raised, her lips pursed in mild interest, and low hum emitting from them. She takes a stab at a sausage link while waiting to see if Xai gave up anymore info. Sadly, Xai just sits her ass down at the table with her grits and a spoon and goes for the sugar. Deenie snorts at that unfortunate sad sack of an excuse, and pretty much says so; "How come I don't believe you?"

"No one said you had to," replies Xai, who's voice seems to be slightly slurred now. Ju clucks her tongue, and just stands up from the table and walks to the fridge, pulling out the bottle of orange juice, as well as the Absolut. Leaning back against the counter, Deenie turns her questioning to Ju, "Girl, its not even nine yet, you already fixin' to drank?!" Ju nods in the affirmative and gets a glass, "Pretty much. Besides. I'mma need this shit in five... four... three..."

Xaila's head, which was bobbing precariously between being up and down, has allowed gravity to throw the deciding card; it seems today that down was the better direction and she promptly lands face first into her bowl of grits. The epitome of ladylike snores coming from her mouth a milisecond before landing. Deenie drops her own spoon in momentary shock, but then falls out laughing at the sight. The fall into food didn't even phase all that much Xai either. She remained soundly asleep while Ju just quietly moves back to the table with her goodies, pouring herself a moderate amount of juice, and then a ridiculous amount of vodka. While sipping, she reaches down into her purse and pulls out an air horn can. "Better cover your ears, two... one," is all the warning Deenie gets before she hits the button, sending out a piercing honk throughout the kitchen and probably part of the house. Deenie slaps her hands to her ears, but that doesn't do much to muffle the sounds of a point-blank air horn, and she winces.

But the effect Ju was going for appears in that Xai jumps, head swishing upwards while she slides backwards from the table in her chair. "Huh!? Wha... what happened!?" She yelps, not exactly realizing she's partially covered in lukewarm Southern food. Deenie, about to mockingly inform her housemate of her fashion (and culinary) faux pas gets the 'STFU' hand gesture from Ju.

"So..." Ju starts, sipping her morning drank a bit longer before continuing, "White boi knows how to put it on you... hmm?" Her expression telling Xai that no matter what excuse she gave -her-, the truth was out. Might as well fess up.

Xai makes a strangled yelp and her face (what was visible beyond grits and nappy hair) darkened in a blush at Ju's statement and its sisterly stare of 'can't lie to me'. This certainly seemed to wake her up. Squirming uncomfortably for a moment, but stopping long enough to slap away Deenie-the-Hyenie, who started to prod her in the tits, "Out with it chile, I need to hear this. Is that why you came home so late?!"

"And without panties on may I add? I was up and saw your barebacked miniskirted ass try to sneak in, remember?" Ju finishes her drink in a few more sips, while Xai groans, looks around the room while shoving her fingers in her hair. "Okay okay... m-maybe I wasn't working... but getting worked -on-... maybe. MAYBE!"

Deenie gapes at her friend and roomie, then grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her, "Details! Details now!" Xai screams and shakes her head, "Hell no! I want y'all to forget I even said anything!" Ju smirks, and fixes herself yet another drink, pointing the glass at Xai, "Hun you got a lil' something..." And then she points around her mouth before putting the glass to it and drinking again. Shoving off Deenie, Xai wipes at her mouth, quickly... pulling off most of the grits, but leaving plenty on. Ju hides her growing smirk behind the glass still, nodding when Xai turns to her again. Deenie opens her mouth to say something, but shuts it again after Ju's look.

"Uh... err... yeah. So! Since we've all agreed to forget this-" Starts Xai, only to be interrupted by Deenie, "No we didn't! I wanna know who it is, since Ju seems to know already! Clue me in, dammit I demand it!" Instead of an answer in the verbal sense, Xai declares the conversation over by edging out of her chair while her roomies just stare at her, waiting for a more concrete answer than a few manic chuckles. It sadly never comes as Xai just shoots from the chair before they can get her to quit stalling, claiming its time to go and is out of the house with her bag and all in minutes.

Deenie and Ju sit there in the kitchen a moment. Ju puts her glass down and just laughs. Loud and a bit cruelly too. Deenie looks at her now, as if she's the one gone crazy, but Ju then innocently adds... "I knew she'd run. Why do you think I let her walk out of the damn house covered in grits? That'll learn her." Deenie's eyes and lips both grow large and round before she falls down into the recently vacated chair and laughs her own ass off too.

"She's gon kill you, you know," Deenie states, after the laughter was done. Ju gets one last snort in before stating, "She can fuckin' try. She can fuckin' try."

tbc...?

[houseofbutta]

IT's BEEN SOOO  LOOOOOONG! It's 2014 since any has posted anything in the house of butta. Oh my god. I'm sick to my stomach because Dejah's Diary and Feelings are my old shit. I'm way too embarrassed to read any of it, but I really need to write again.

Complete Season 1!

Want to catch up before the new stuff rolls in?? Heres a complete list of all the big writtings in Season 1. Random texts, Confessions, Smaller diary entries and random hoohas can be found in our archives so please scroll through there.

None of the stories are in chronological order but moreso take place around the same time period. Enjoy!

Season 1.

♥ INFATUATION Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

♥ MONSTER Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6

♥ A MOMENT OF HONESTY ((Under Massive Rewriting into a Webcomic. Oh MY~))

♥ FEELINGS Part. 1 Part. 2 Part. 3 Part. 4

♥ DEJAH’S DIARY Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

♥ WHERE U AT? (incompleted) Ch.1 Ch.2

Side Stories. ♥ UP AND AWAY ♥ YOUR EYES IS THE WINDOW TO YOUR SOUL ♥ What if…? (incomplete)

Other Stories. ♥ House of SIN Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 | Side Story Ch. 4 Ch. 5 ♥ A New Life (incomplete?)

[houseofbutta]

Addickted (Part 1) (some porn)

A photograph. That’s all that was left of him since Dante had to be deployed to Germany.

Boogie’s tears soaked her pillow as she stared at the glossy image with woefully-blurred eyes.

A knock at her bedroom door snapped her grief-stricken mind back to the present. She sat up, wiping the moisture from her cheeks and subduing sniffles that might betray her true emotional state to the common observer.

“Boogie, it’s Rai,” she called through the door.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Boogie’s lip began quivering as hot tears pooled in her eyes again.

“I’m fine.” she lied.

“Open the door.”

Boogie cracked the door open just enough to peek through at her friend holding a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and a box of Kleenex. Dejah stood behind her with the most piteous expression of sympathy. The jig was up. They knew she had emotions.

Boogie threw her arms around her friends and began crying uncontrollably hard on Rai’s shoulder.

“I sh-should have gone with h-him!” Boogie heaved through sobs.

“Aww, Boogie. Ya’ll would have to be married for that, you know?” Dejah said as she and Rai patted her back comfortingly.

“I  don’t know what I’ll do without him!”

“Don’t be a drama queen.” Ju stated flatly as she swayed by the girls, wearing new charcoal Louboutins.

She lifted Boogie’s chin with a finger as they exchanged a look.

“You have an ugly cry.”

“BITCH!”

Boogie’s temper flared as she swiped at Ju. Rai and Dejah restrained her as Ju made a leisurely escape, sauntering down the stairs.

“I’m having some friends over, Boogie. If you clean yourself up, you can meet them and we can get white girl wasted!”

“ I guess... it can’t hurt…” Boogie sniffled and nodded reluctantly before retreating to her room to get dressed.

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The bass  from the music was vibrating the floorboards of her room as she painted her lips a venomous shade of purple in the vanity. Boogie’s closet, a testament to retail hoarding, was host to many an unworn garment. She chose a sparkly gold minidress that she just had to have once upon a time, though now, she couldn’t place where she’d gotten it from or when.

Turning this way and that, in the mirror, she scrutinized  the curves of her silhouette, before snatching off her gold earrings  and hurling them at the floor in frustration.

“Fuck this.” she thought, “I don’t feel like socializing.”

No sooner than the thought had entered her mind was there a knock at her door.

“I’m not coming down!”  she barked as she flung the door open to face some tall, muscular, dirty blond, douchebag.

“Sorry luv. I was just lookin’ for the toilet.” his english was tinted with an Australian accent.

“This ain’t it.” Boogie snarled.

“Guess not,” he snarled back “My mistake!”

She slammed her door in his face.

“Douche.”

The door was thrown back open, slamming into the wall, startling her and causing her to flinch as it did.

“Bitch.” he snapped back.

Boogie just stared at him, mouth agape, as he turned and made his way toward the bathroom like nothing happened.

“Oh, HALE NAW!”

Boogie wrested on her shoes and stepped into the hallway, fully intent on breaking this little boy’s fingers consecutively.

“HEY! You came out, let’s go down!” Jayti, materialized and grabbed her arm, pulling her in the direction of the stairs before Boogie could explain why she came out of her room.

“YESSS!! Boogie!!! THIS is Adrien.” Ju dragged her over before the brunette, blue-eyed stranger “He is a friend of a friend and he is from- I’m sorry, sweetie, where?”

“Lacoste, France” the words effortlessly rolled off his lips like silk, tickling Ju into a fit of libido fueled giggling.

“France!” Ju said as she touched his bicep flirtatiously.

“I don’t think I’m ready for-” Boogie started.

“Oh...this one’s for me.” Ju disclosed in a hushed tone, ”I wanted to introduce you to his friend- There he is!Tristen, come here!”

As blondie bag-of-dicks walked up, Ju pulled the two of them face-to-face, rambling introductions somewhere in the background as Boogie’s silver glare met his own steely eyes. Ju, choked on the tension, cutting her introduction short as the unspoken fight for power between them intensified.

“Unfortunately, we’ve met,”

“The pleasure was all yours, I’m sure.” Tristen replied.

“Yeah, I don’t know which part was better. When you mistook my bedroom for the “toilet” or when you almost broke my goddamn door, like I’m gonna almost break your fucking arms and shove them up your Aussie ass.”

“Sounds kinky, luv” he sneered “ Got a mouth on ya, yea?”

“Yea, its pretty good at putting dicks in their place!”

“Then get on your knees and smile like a donut, bitch.’ Tristen growled.

Boogie’s eyes and mouth widened in absolute shock as she searched her mind in vain for a retort.

“Yea, exactly like that, but no teeth.” he winked.

“HEY!  FUCK YOU!” Boogie shrieked furiously, before stalking away to find a drink.

Ju, ran to the kitchen after her distraught friend, and found her sitting on the counter, gulping straight from the wine bottle.

“BOOGIE!” Ju snatched the bottle away, spilling it as she did and staining her friend’s gold dress. “OMG I’m Sorry!”

Boogie gasped. The entire party stilled, all conversations stopped, and everyone was staring. Then Boogie started chuckling, which grew into uncontrollable laughter. Tears streamed from her eyes.

“Perfect!” Boogie guffawed through her tears.

“Okay, that’s enough, ya’ll. Party’s over.”

Deenie hastily stepped in, shooing the guests out and pulling Boogie to her feet before walking her back up to her room.

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She slept through most of the next day out of sheer depression. By the time Boogie actually felt like moving it was already time for her to start getting ready for her shift at Libido. As she made her way out, she heard two hushed voices just behind the hallway wall, near the front door.

“I mean… I dunno. I’ve never seen her like this… I just… I guess I’m  a little bit worried.”

“Seriously Ju? Worried about BOOGIE?” Desty scoffed.

“You’re not?”

“...I guess, a little… I just think she needs some time.”

Boogie hastily made her way out of the door, before they might realize she could hear them.

As she faced herself in the dressing room mirror, the lime green triangle top and g-string 2 piece started to blur as her eyes began to tear up again.

“Hey, Pinky, you’re on!” a slender blonde, named Sugarcat called to her.

“Thanks.” Boogie sniffled, drying her eyes “Hey Shug….”

“Yeah hon?” she stopped mid-stride on her way to her locker.

“Can I get a bump?” Boogie, fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Sure,”

Sugarcat hugged her sympathetically before organizing 2 lines of coke on the counter and handing Boogie one of her rolled up tips to use as a straw.

“Thanks” Boogie said before snorting one of the lines.

Time sped up, Boogie saw herself in  a mirror across, the room.

“I’m fuckin hot.” she thought

“PINKY! HURRY UP!!” Franz, the club manager shouted as he walked in, waving her out to the stage.

She rolled her hips as she slid down the pole, dancing to Juicy J’s “One of those nights” She spun on the pole before dropping and twerking on the glassy black stage floor, clapping her ass for the bills that showered her. Pulling up into a twirl on the pole, she turned upside down into a spinning split before flipping over to slide down to the floor and popping her buttcheeks individually. She licked her lips lustfully as she tossed her hair around, greedily collecting all the bills tossed or shoved into her g-string. A $50 bill caught her attention, and as she crawled toward it, she followed the hand attached to it leading to the body of none other than that fucker Tristen.

As she made a  grab for the bill, he snatched it away with an expression of pure subjugation on his face that clearly read “Work for it”. Boogie, not exactly in a position to refuse, intensified the nastiness of the dance, determined to win this battle. She was all but fucking the floor when he taunted her, once more by holding the bill out for her to take it. She reached for it, and he rescinded, yet again. Once more, he held it out, right in front of her face. She bit it aggressively, snatching it away like a pit bull, her hot pink lipstick imprinting the paper as he finally let go without a fight. He grinned smugly, finally satisfied with her performance. She had played right into his hands.

“Ugh!” Boogie grunted angrily as she snatched viciously at the tips in her thong, nearly shredding the panties from her person and stuffing them sloppily into her locker before slamming it.

“Damn, B, are you okay?!” A petite latina woman named MiaMami stared after her in confusion.

“This...fucking GUY!”  she shouted before marching back out to the floor.

She peeped an older guy, late 40’s, tailored suit, with 2 other businessmen accompanying him.

“Big spender.” she thought.

As she made her way toward them, a hand gripped her wrist, stopping her. She turned to see Franz staring intently across the room at Tristen who stood waiting right next to one of the private rooms.

“He asked for you. By name.” Franz pointed.

“Funny thing about that is-” Boogie started.

“He paid me $100 to send you his way. You’re lucky I don’t make you suck his dick.”

Boogie scoffed contemptuously, snatching away from him and folding her arms.

“I don’t have to do this at all, you know! I’m fucking rich!”

Franz narrowed his eyes and tilted his head sideways like a confused puppy.

“So... I can fire you?”

Boogie clenched her fists and grit her teeth, suppressing her rage with every ounce of self restraint she had left.

“Didn’t think so.” Franz said, slapping her ass before he turned and walked away, counting his newly acquired wealth.

As she approached, the most self-indulgent, sadistic smirk curled the corners of his mouth. Holding open the door for her in an ironic display of chivalry, he watched her intently with a sinister gaze as she entered the room. Boogie stood, arms folded, before the padded chair, clearly annoyed and determined to end this hellish lap dance as quickly as possible.

Tristen took his sweet time settling into the seat, greedily canvassing her figure head-to-toe with his steely grey eyes. Never one to be shy, Boogie suddenly felt naked before him, and as he scrutinized her body, the music began to play.

“Early in the mornin’s when I think about you, yeah, I hit you like whatchu sayin…” the soft female vocals almost whispered over her, provoking sensual movement in her hips that was second nature.

“And the mornin’s when I wanna fuck you, yeah, I hit you like whatchu sayin...’ She straddled his legs, her back to him, grinding her soft ass into his lap before rising to bend over, grabbing her ankles. She flipped her hair as she rose, arching her back.

“I-I-I could fuck you all the tiiiiiiiiiime.”Lifting her leg high over his head, she turned to face him, straddling him once again, grabbing the back of the chair and riding him like a mechanical bull.

He gasped softly, his eyes catching hers for a moment, a mutual hatred seething through them both. He gripped her ass and pulled her into him, when she felt it. Now it was Boogie’s turn to gasp. No wonder he was such a dick, it was huge.

He grasped her dark hair, pulling her head backward. She started to resist, but somehow, didn’t. As her back arched he gently bit her neck, while undulating rhythmically under her in perfect time, tempting her crumbling inhibitions with his growing bulge.

He slapped her ass, hard, coercing a whimper from her lips.

“I knew you could be a good girl to me.” he purred.

“Fuck you!” she shook her head, in an attempt to clear the haze of lust.

He gave her ass another sharp slap.

“AH!” She moaned.

“Be nice, now.” he commanded authoritatively, before gently pulling at the side ties that secured her g-string. Boogie couldn’t stand this fucking man, but she wanted to ride him. She had come too far now, if he dominated her in sex too, what sense of pride could she cling to?

“Undo me.” he said, his stare bringing her to her knees.

She slowly unzipped him, biting her lip in excited anticipation, before pulling out the 8 inches of rock hard pride, that was Tristen. She began to rise, but he pushed her head back down.

Boogie lost it. She went completely for broke like porn was her profession, complete with tongue rolling, deep-throating and ball handling action.

Tristen shuddered, struggling to contain himself after 2 minutes of the most zealous blowjob ever attempted.

“S-slow down..” he panted.

Boogie sped up in response, inciting a blast of hot, salty liquid in the back of her throat. With one final, nasty slurp, she cleaned him up and swallowed before rising and pecking him on the lips as a final “fuck you”, before tying her panties back on, taking $300 from his wallet and leaving the room with a hairflip.

“...and then I left!” she proudly recounted the story to Ju as they sat on the couch.

“..So… lemme get this straight… Tristen, a man you hate with murderous intent, got you to blow him… and swallow and...you... won?”

“Well… I mean, when you say it like that of course it sounds bad! I made $300.”

“You STOLE-”

“He could’ve stopped me!”

“Sounds like you blew his goddamn brains out! He was probably fucking catatonic! Shit, Boogie, are you CRAZY?” Ju said placing the back of her palm to Boogie’s forehead.

“I’m fine,” she pushed her hand away, “it was just to prove I’m not submissive.”

“You’re actually saying this, after a man you hate came down your throat?” Ju shook her head “I’m sorry to tell you, but I’m pretty sure he got exactly what he wanted. You didn’t even get to fuck him.”

After a moment of contemplation, Boogie’s jaw dropped incredulously.

“FUCK!”

“Whatever, just let it go. He sounds just like a male version of you. It won’t end well if you keep trying to compete with him.”

“But...my pride!”

Ju shook her head vigorously

“No sweetie….Trust me. Let it go…”

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“You!” Tristen called out, pointing an accusatory finger between boxes of Lucky Charms at Boogie.

She quickly put the box back in it’s place, trying to disappear before he came around to the cereal aisle.

“Where ya goin?!” Tristen popped out, blocking her path.

Boogie immediately sprinted the opposite direction down the aisle with Tristen quick on her heels. A small asian lady scrutinizing Oatmeal canisters was immediately thrown in the path of the Aussie man, briefly slowing him down as he only took the time to push her into the flanking aisle, knocking down shelves and bags of ground coffee beans.

Boogie looked back, he was gaining on her, she grabbed a Costco cart sliding it his way as she ran, snaking through the aisles, desperate to find Desty with the car keys.

“AHH!” she heard him shout,

“He must’ve tripped, don’t look back, thats how white bitches die in movies” Boogie’s mind coached her onward through the Mecca of bulk.

She slid to a stop next to Desty’s cart, out of breath and looking every which way to make sure the coast was clear.

“I need the keys!” Boogie whispered harshly.

“So you can leave us here?” Desty raised an untrustworthy eyebrow without even looking up from her grocery list.

“No...n-no-... It’s-”

A 10-lb bag of dog food burst open as it fell to the floor, next to Desty.

“AH!” They both shrieked with a start.

As Desty turned to see the bag, she promptly drew a deep breath and calmed down, before turning back to see Boogie’s ass crawling through the gigantic shelves of pet bedding to cut over into the next aisle.

On the other side, Boogie spied Tristen stalking around into Desty’s aisle, and dragging a wiffle bat along the metal columns with a PING, PING, PING sound as he ominously approached.

“Here kitty, kitty.” he called out,

“Aw, bro... did you lose your cat in here?” A grungy looking white dude with dreads looked up from his cart.

“Yeah- bout 5’5”, black chick with long black hair,  frosted tips.”

The man looked confused.

“Big ass”, Tristen continued.

“Oh, next aisle.”

“Fuck.” Boogie scrambled toward the back in an attempt to be quiet, before Tristen spotted her again.

She took off running toward the front of the store, Tristen, followed running past rows of aisles, keeping pace at a measured distance, when she saw it! Those massive sliding doors, the gates to FREEDOM, sliding open as some unsuspecting customer walked through them. She hesitated, looking to the door, then to Tristen, who fixed her with a devious glare. He remained still, waiting for just the right moment to pounce.

She beelined for the door, moving through space in slow motion. She saw Rai’s face light up in recognition, confusion, then fear before deciding to get the fuck out of the way. Boogie was almost there, only a couple more steps- when all of a sudden the ground was no longer beneath her feet, and she was somehow staring up at those bright ass fluorescent lights with a tight grip supporting her around the waist.

Tristen had effortlessly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.She kicked and struggled, shouting obscenities as onlookers watched with a mix of shock and amusement.

“AVENGE ME, RAI! AVENGE MEE!!!!” one last shout echoed throughout the store before those glass doors slid shut behind Tristen’s retreating back.

“Get in the car.” He sat her down on the trunk of his Lexus before pulling out and lighting a cigarette.

Boogie, immediately jumped down in an attempt to flee, but was pushed back into the side of the car, before she could gain any momentum.

“What do you WANT!?”

“My money!!!”

“It’s gone.” she lied.

“Well you gotta pay me back somehow.” he spoke deliberately, his eyes never breaking contact with hers as he pinned her against the car.

“I’m not just some whore you can-”

“Not some whore. Mine.” A cocky smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he exhaled the smoke. He finally backed away, allowing her space to leave.

Boogie threw him a sidelong glance, considering her options before Tristen placed her hand on his growing erection.

A shade of excitement seeped into her lovely features, before she feigned disinterest and began walking back toward Costco.

Tristen just leaned against the car, watching her walk back, quickly at first, with each step becoming smaller until she finally stopped, realizing that he wasn’t chasing after her. She looked back at him. That smug expression of his taunting her as he stood there in that sleeveless tee, showing off his tanned biceps. Who the fuck did he think he was?

She aggressively marched back to him. Boogie opened her mouth to speak, but when no words came out, she reached to open the passenger door instead, which he was blocking.

“Well, fucking move, Tristen!”

He sank more comfortably into his spot, with an innocent smirk.

“Please.” Boogie spat the word out like it was poison.

Tristen simply sauntered around to the other side, his smirk stifling laughter as they both entered the car, and sped out of that Costco parking lot like a bat out of hell.

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As soon as Boogie set foot past the threshold of his front door she was swept up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as they stumbled toward the bedroom, knocking down everything that wasn’t bolted down in the process. Clothing slid off in their wake as they kissed with the urgency of an impending apocalypse and Boogie grew more excited as his dick pressed into her through his jeans.

He finally dropped her onto the bed. Her eyes traced up his chiseled shirtless torso while he stood over her.

“Tristen…?”

“Good girls only speak when spoken to.”

Boogie laughed incredulously

“Fuck you.” she replied as she hurriedly unzipped his pants like a drug fiend, pulling out that glorious, sculptured cock of his.

She moaned as she wrapped her lips around it, sliding her tongue up and down the length as she stroked him. She took her time, slowly building up before he stopped her and pushed her onto her back.

“Good girl.” Tristen purred before kissing down her neck to her nipples, where he licked and sucked until Boogie was begging him to take her.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you, what?” Tristen teased her.

Boogie looked into his eyes, they seemed almost loving in their gaze; protective. She wanted to tell him.

“Tell me.” he demanded, pressing his dick against her, coercing another moan from her while locked in one another’s gaze.

“Fuck me, Tristen.”

“Daddy” he growled with a gentle bite to her neck.

“Fuck me, daddy!”

With that he slowly pushed into her, a slow gasp, escaping her as she gripped the sheets in ecstasy. He pumped slow, long strokes, taking his time, slowly building up. Boogie felt a wave of heat overtake her senses. Her entire body was a slave to his touch. As her breathing quickened, so too, did his pace. He stood, never breaking contact, pinning her against the wall as he continued to systematically fuck her brains out. Picture frames fell to the floor, shattering on impact as she she bounced up and down on the wall, her moans reverberating throughout his loft. He pulled her hair while sucking on her neck, feeling her body shudder at his touch, he knew she was close.

“Yeah, you’re a sweet little bitch, aren’t you?”

His words incensed her, her muscles grew taut as she continued her climb. He pinned her arms above her head, seizing the last illusion of control before giving her the deep business; literally driving her up the fucking wall until at long last standing at the climax of the climb,

“I’M COMING!” Boogie squeaked through spasmed moans of orgasmic release.

Standing on a mountain’s ledge crumbling beneath her feet, down she fell, tens of thousands of feet through the clouds and into the crystalline ocean below. It was warm there. The water enveloped her, drowning her senses in ecstasy and she embraced it because fighting was pointless.

She opened her eyes, to see Tristen, catching his breath with his eyes closed, while his forehead was pressed to her own. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders as he was still supporting her weight against the wall.

They shared a short gaze, before Tristen gently put her back on the bed and pulled out a spliff.

Boogie stared at him as he was enthralled in the task of lighting and smoking it before he looked back at her, over his shoulder, offering her a hit. She took it, in the final moments of catching her breath and they shared a complete minute of perfect peaceful silence between them simply because no words were needed.

“Um..” Boogie, almost didn’t want to say anything but once the afterglow began to fade, she actually realized that Tristen had fucked the living daylights out of her. Suddenly, the urge to leave as quickly as possible was overwhelming.

“I should get going.” she said, before standing with with weak knees to gather her things.

Tristen immediately switched back into alpha mode tossing her panties to her like it was just another day in the life.

“Lock the door behind you.”

“Um, you drove me here.” Boogie said as she put on her panties and bra.

“There’s a bus stop on the corner.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE? AS IF I WOULD RIDE THE BUS. EVER. MOTHERFUCKER YOU BETTER GET ME A CAB!”

“What did you say?” Tristen sneered.

“I said GET. ME. A. FUCKING. CAAAGHHH!”

Boogie’s words were cut short as Tristen ripped her panties clean off.

“What did you say?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THOSE WERE EXP-AGGH!”

Now he was holding the torn remnants of her bra.

“What did you say?”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” she shouted as she furiously pulled on her skinny jeans and tee in a hurry.

Tristen got up. Boogie retreated in fear, backing into the wall and blocking her face with her arms  to brace herself for a beating when she felt her tee, slowly being ripped from the bottom.

“OKAY! OKAY! I’M SORRY DADDY!”

Tristen laughed.

“You learn fast.” he said as he tied the torn shirt at her waist.

“May I have a ride?” Boogie asked with a  pout. “Please?”

Tristen quirked a brow before getting dressed and grabbing his keys to take Boogie home. The sun was setting now and the warm ambient evening light flooding through the lofts windows almost persuaded Boogie to ask to stay. But what little inkling that was left of her pride couldn’t allow that.

“Let’s go.”  Tristen said as he stood by the door, bringing her to attention from her inner thoughts, she almost jumped to heed his command.

Once he pulled up in front of the house, Boogie once again at a loss for words, simply decided to exit the car without any.

As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, the air felt noticeably colder for an evening in June. Just as the engine started for Tristen to drive away, she flung the door open, crawled back into the car and  kissed him deeply.

“You can be my daddy,” she whispered to him before one final, long kiss goodbye and hurrying into the house.

As soon as she closed the front door, she slid to the floor, the full weight of reality setting in and she wondered out loud.

“What the fuck just happened?”

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We all be twerkin' on some Miss Honay... but when we gon pay homage to THIS?!

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i see i’mma have to fight xai and des over not liking pepsi

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Paper Doll Boogie. Originally posted this to my sketchblog but then realized it would be appropriate here too. 

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The most important rooms in the HoB.

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Look. 

I tried.

But the way my Sims3 is set up—

At least I have GREAT refs to go back on when I draw it more accurately for the (web)comic of AMoH.

Already fell in love with the house tho. *_*

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the art here is amazing!

Dejah: Thank you!

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Rai: *picks up a yellow egg from her shoe*....... Boogie: *Glares at blue egg in her coffee mug* Ju: *grits teeth at pink egg she accidentally  sat on* WHAT THE FUCK? Deenie: *Squints at purple egg that was in her purse* Desty: *smiles at orange egg on her desk* Jayti: *giggles at green egg on her head* Dejah: *clutches basket and smiles* Happy Easter! 

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flat iron flip out

Xai flattens her hair and the Nappy Butta Krew don't seem to like that so much! Crack-fic OOC shit. I wrote to write is all~

"Okay gurl, you can do this. It hasn't been that long since you've done it. Its like a bicycle. You can't forget that shit," Xai mutters to herself while watching her mirrored image dig fingers into the mass of purple and pink that was her hair. Ever since rooming with the other Butta girls, she bit into the peer pressure from Deenie, Rai and Dejah for biting the bullet and going natural with her hair. At first it was a mess, a big awful mess that Ju wouldn't let her live down in the least, leaving 'presents' of that creamy crack to tame what was at first, a horrible afro one would see on negro advertisements of the Jim Crow-era.

Boogie got in on it too, even offering to point her in the direction of an excellent salon that did the best weaves in town- for a price (which the bitch wouldn't pay for, obviously). But years later, the bunch finally left her and her naps be, and they grew into a thick mass that finally fell down just past her shoulders in a mish mash of wavy curls that survived on bottle after bottle of cheap Suave conditioner. "But today... that ends. For a week or so." She examined the ceramic flat iron she stole out of Boogie's room. Shit had more dials and settings than one of Ju's vibrators. Xai lets out the whiniest of whines while whacking herself in the head with the device. "Can't anything be easy anymore? On and off. Thassit it! Shit, if I didn't want this to be a surprise, I'd get a pressin' comb." Minutes later after a bit of fussing, she finally gets the device on and to a safe temperature, she doesn't know what the hell Boogie is doing frying her hair at 500 fucking degrees, but Xai wanted straight hair, not chicharones. Slowly Xai began to finger comb out her hair, applying a straightening serum she snatched out of Ju's room, and with teeth gritted something fierce she began the process of flat ironing her hair straight.

----- "XAI! What the hell are you doing in there!? Its been over and hour and a half, let a hoe in there dammit!" hollered Deenie from the other side of the bathroom door, shaking the knob for emphasis. "And use some fucking air freshener before you walk out!" "Just give me a few more minutes! I'm not ready yet, okay?!" "How long do you fucking need?!" "As long as I need! We have two bathrooms now, use the other one!" "I want this one!" "You mule-head! Dammit! Fine. I just finished anyway." Xai looked at herself in the mirror. The flattening job was quick, but rather well done in her opinion. She'd have to keep Boogie's iron for herself if it did this good of a job on her crazy ass kinks, which now dangled sleek and smooth over her shoulders and a little past mid-back, which surprised the hell out of her. "My ends need a trim though. Wish I had ti-" "XAI!" Xai sighed and yanked the iron out of the socket and shoved the device into the cabinet under the sink, throwing Ju's serum into her basket of toiletries and leaving the bathroom. "Xai I'mma bust this door down if you do- OH MY GOD!" Deenie stumbled back from her friend, eyes bugged out just a bit, which causes the slightest bit of self-consciousness on Xai's part. "What? What is it? Does it look bad?" she asks of Deenie, running her fingers through her hair. "WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOO! You said you weren't going back to the crack! Why Xai, WHY!?" Crap! Deenie obviously didn't like her new hair, and even assumed the worst of it. "Hale naw, I didn't use that shit. I gave it all to Boog to give to her bimbo co-workers. This is just... fun?" "Fun!? Fun was the hair you had before. Couldn't you have gotten a lace-front or something!?" The commotion in the hallway between Xai and Deenie caught the attention of some of the other girls who ran to see what was going on. And take pictures if it was going to get good. Rent was due soon, bills had to get paid somehow in this house! "Well shit. Looks like Xai finally caved," smirked Ju, walking up to examine Xai's newly pressed hair. "Welcome back to the dark side, Xai." She laughed. Xai just gave her a hard glare. "This ain't permanent. Don't get cocky." "So its a wig? Right? RIGHT!?" Asked Rai, pushing Ju aside and reaching out to touch Xai's hair. "This don't feel like no yaki..." Xai was polite enough to only lightly slap Rai's hand away from her hair, rather than deck the girl outright. "Who cares if its yaki or not, it looks fine!" exclaimed Des from the end of the hall, eyes rolled heavenward at the commotion. "You just don't understand Des," quipped Jayti. Dejah nodded, "Natural girl pride ain't nothin' to be fucked wit." "Too bad, Xai done fucked with hers," muttered Rai, shaking her head and walking off. Xai on the other hand, had about enough of this shit. "All y'all back the fuck off. I wanted straight hair for a week, so I flattened my hair. End of story. No creamy crack, no dark side, no shit! Stop bitchin'!" And with that, and a few booty bumps to clear her path, she stomps into her room and slams the door. Ju laughed at that and shook her head, running her fingers through her own happily pressed hair, "Y'all just chill off her. Let her be with her straight lil beedy bees. Bet it ends up a fried hot mess in two days." Jayti smirks, "Nah, she said a week, give her a week. " Dejah shook her head, "Nah gurl, she ain't had straight hair for years. She gon fuck it up. I'm with Ju. Two days." "I can't believe she did that. Her hair was so purdy..." grumped Rai, with Deenie grunting her own agreement, glaring in the direction of Xai's room before going into the bathroom. The rest of the girls wander off to take bets and talk about hair, while Xai locked in her room quickly resolves to show em all that a Xai with straight hair is as fierce as when her hair is full out fro. "Them hoes are in for it now."