“Kareem, stop bullying that lady. Ma’am, you don’t need to come back over to this table. We’re about to leave anyway. Thank you for everything,” Arielle said.
The instructor scurried away as I gave Arielle my full attention.
“What I do?” I looked at her with my best puppy dog eyes that used to work on my mama a long ass time ago.
“You know what the fuck you did. You ain’t stupid,” she scolded with a smile dancing on her lips.
“Let me see your shit then since you ain’t wanna hear that lady’s praise over my masterpiece.”
“Fine. I’m done anyway.” Arielle flipped her canvas, and my jaw dropped. That nigga on the canvas looked just like me. From the fade to the dark skin tone to the angular jaw. She had my image all the way down.
“Well, damn.”
“Yeah, nigga, now let me see yours.”
“It ain’t dry yet.”
She laughed loudly. “It don’t gotta be dry for me to see it, Kareem. Let me see it.”
“It ain’t ready.”
“Yeah, it is. Let me see,” she urged.
“I gotta fix somethin’ on it,” I replied as I picked up my paintbrush, knowing damn well not even God could fix this shit.
“Tell you what. If you show it to me now, I’ll suck your dick all the way home.”
My eyes widened, and I quickly flipped my canvas over so she could see it. My dick thought for me at the moment, and I was no longer ashamed of my atrocious painting.
Arielle gasped, but I paid her no mind. I stood up and cleared the supplies from the table.
“Kareem! That looks nothing like me,” she complained as I moved around her and continued cleaning. I located the trash can on a mission. When I got back to the table, Arielle spoke again. “This looks . . . creepy, baby. This is what I look like to you?”
I stopped and looked at her like she was crazy. “No.”
I continued cleaning up while she stared at my painting with an open mouth.
Good. I’m about to put somethin’ in that pretty mothafucka, Mermaid.
I grabbed her hand and then grabbed my painting before guiding her out of the restaurant.
Once we were in the car, she still looked offended and confused and a little bit like she wanted to burst out into laughter . . . or tears. I wasn’t sure.
I started the car and then looked at her. “You ready?”
“Huh?”
“You said you would suck my dick all the way home,” I reminded her.
She shook her head and giggled before she punched my arm. “You don’t deserve no head after that shit.”
It was my turn to look offended. “So, you goin’ back on your word?”
She eyed me and then smiled brightly. “Nope.”
Without warning, she leaned over and pulled my dick out of my sweats. I pulled out of the parking lot and nearly crashed into a parked car when I felt her tongue on the head of my dick.
“Shit, Mermaid.”
