Bi-Curious Volume 2:

by Natalie Weber

Genres: African American; African American Urban

Synopsis

Natalie Weber takes you on another erotic ride to the bi-curious side! Serenity's started a new life in Detroit after the death of her lover-turned-enemy, Sadie. She's even begun a hot-and-heavy hetero relationship with a hood-smart restaurateur named Cass. But Serenity can't deny the sexual satisfaction she can get only with a woman. . .so she sleeps with Cass's sister, Heaven! And it's goooood, so good. . .but she can only get so much Heaven before Cass finds out--or before someone from her past finds out. Soon, she's ensnared in a scheme masterminded by the late Sadie's murderous brother, Shawn P, and it seems like Heaven may not be so heavenly after all. When the stakes skyrocket to life and death, will bi-curiosity kill Serenity?

Release date: March 1, 2012

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 224

Sample

Six months earlier ...

“Yeah, baby, bring it here. Let mama taste it.”

“Keep talking like that, bitch, that’s right ... Daddy got it right here... . Open fucking wide ...” the sweaty, oversized drunk said, spewing his juice into her mouth. He made sure every last drop was swallowed, then pushed her to the side as if he was disgusted. He quickly pulled up his pants and reached into his pocket. His hand appeared gripping a wad of cash, slowly peeling off a few bills, then throwing them at her.

She heard the door slam, then stood to her feet and glanced at the mirror. Is this what you have become? Are you this low?

Tootsie wanted to end it all. She didn’t think about where her life was going. She stared into the mirror trying to figure out how she got on this train heading for the town of Shits-Ville. She looked past her image and saw herself several months earlier in jail. It was as though she were living that time all over again.

What the fuck is happening to me? I can’t do time because of that bitch Serenity. She made me kill Rock. If that bitch would of just stayed with her man and stayed the fuck away from my love, this shit wouldn’t be happening. I gotta get that bitch. She has to understand she can’t get away with killing my Sadie without consequences.

“Do you think you can help me? I can’t go to jail! I’ve been sitting in here for the past year waiting for this trial to start. Listen, I know who you want, and I can help you get her. Just get me the fuck out of this bitch and I will clue you in.”

She sat there not knowing what would happen next. She sat near a window overlooking the facility’s garden area surrounded with brightly colored tulips and orderlies walking in and out of the facility. How could she have known that she was about to join the most elite of the streets in the worst way ever desired. Stupid bitch ran through her mind a thousand times wondering if she could really pull this shit off.

“A’ight I’ma roll with you, shorty. But don’t think this shit will be easy or as quick as you think. So you got to take it real slow in here and don’t talk to nobody but the muthafucker I send from this point on.” Shawn P slowly rose from his seat, brushed his hands down the front of his pants, and walked away.

She can’t believe these stupid-ass muthafuckers. They really thought she was crazy. She had the best lawyer in town thanks to her mass manipulation and knowing a muthafucker’s weakness—revenge. When she was arrested, the court-appointed attorney was worthless. Now that the most respected defense attorney within a hundred-mile radius had taken her case, days to come seemed to look a little brighter. Mr. Robert Hilton gave her the fuel she needed to get through the trial. He painted a serene picture of a young, misguided woman who went into college a scholar and got sucked into a fast life with emotional dilemmas.

She sat in that crazy house praying that that fucking death penalty or life shit wouldn’t happen. She hoped to be facing time served, with some probation, of course. The fucking lawyer had better do his fucking thing ’cause she would hate to wild the fuck out and get herself shot by one of those court officers—She was not going back to that box.

Maybe she shouldn’t get involved with that nigga, Shawn P, but she knew exactly what and who he wanted. She could be the only one that could get him close enough to her. She knew what Serenity’s weakness really was.

Today was the day, and she was scared shitless. Today she would see the judge at a hearing closed to the public and get her life served on a silver platter or juiced with toxins. Her heart pumped with pure adrenaline. It felt like she snorted lines of that Columbian good stuff. The court officers seated her next to Mr. Hilton at the defendant’s table in the courtroom. The pumping of her heart was so loud in her head she didn’t even notice when the judge walked in. Mr. Hilton tapped on her shoulder. Everything went silent, and she couldn’t feel her legs. Her short life was passing before her. “Dear God, please have mercy on my soul,” she whispered a desperate prayer.

The gavel sounded and a strong, loud voice began. “Mr. Hilton, I understand that you have reached a plea.”

“What the fuck you mean—” I turned quickly and screamed, almost flipping the defense table.

“Mr. Hilton, do you need a moment with your client?” Judge Marley Staples asked, quite irritated at the outburst.

“Yes, please, Your Honor, five minutes will do.”

The judge recessed for fifteen minutes.

“Excuse me, but this whole fucking time you been playing my ass. Are you fucking stupid?” I growled in a low tone.

“Tootsie, this is the best we can do. You will get some time served and won’t get more than six years on parole. You will have to do an outpatient program at a psychiatric facility. Look, if we would’ve continued with this trial, your life would be in the hands of some people I really don’t think you call your peers. You can take it or leave it. I walk out of here either way. What do you want to do?” Mr. Hilton sat back in the chair.

“So you mean, all this time you have been plotting behind my back. Trying to make sure my coffin was sealed tight, huh?” Tootsie looked around the half-empty courtroom and saw Shawn P in the very back.

“No, trust me, the quicker I get you out of this trial, the quicker I can move on and forget I ever came to visit you.” Mr. Hilton looked around to watch the crowd and reporters shuffling back in.

“Fine, but I swear to fuckin’ God my ass better be gettin’ the fuck outta this bitch soon,” she gritted through her teeth. As mad as she was, the most she could do was hope for the best outcome.

Judge Marley Staples banged the gavel once more. “Okay, are we all on the same page, Mr. Hilton?”

“Yes, please excuse the earlier outburst. We are ready to proceed,” Mr. Hilton apologized.

“Very well, then. Okay, it looks like we have a plea accepted by both parties ... ummm ... uh-huh ... Okay, Ms. Richards, please stand. Do you accept and understand this plea?”

“Yes, I do, Your Honor,” Tootsie replied and looked back at Shawn P.

“You understand you will be attending a sixteen-month outpatient psychiatric facility and paroled for ten years following your release?” Judge Staples questioned.

“Ten years?” she jumped back in shock. Tootsie shot a look at Mr. Hilton, making him inch back immediately, fearing she would come after him. She took a deep breath and said, “Yes, Your Honor, I understand ten years.” Her voice hinted at her disappointment.

“You also understand that you will be subjected to random drug testing and home searches for such drugs? And, the aftereffects of a positive result of such testing or searches?”

“Yes, Your Honor, I do,” Tootsie stated.

“And, finally, you know you are not allowed to leave the district of Washington, D.C., until you finish your outpatient program and get final approval from the parole board?” Judge Staples took her glasses off, put her papers down, then reached for her gavel.

“Yes, Your Honor,” Tootsie replied with a great big smile on her face. Her mind was clear now. Shawn P came through for her. The weight on her chest was lifted, but she knew her indebtedness would come with a price.

“Okay, so be it.” Judge Staples banged the gavel and retreated to her chambers while the courtroom dispersed.

Before the court officer removed Tootsie, she shook Mr. Hilton’s hand very tightly. “So how long do you think it will be before I will be able to get me out of here and assigned to an outpatient center?” Tootsie asked with happiness in her voice.

“It’s going to take a few hours; then you will be able to be on your way. Please don’t forget you will only have twenty-four hours to see your parole officer. You will receive your release papers with all that information.” Then Mr. Hilton packed all his papers into his briefcase as the officer reached for Tootsie’s arm to usher her out of the courtroom.

Tootsie snapped out of her trance and walked over to the other side of the bed. She saw the money scattered all over the floor. Staring at the money, her hands didn’t want to extend to retrieve it any faster. She wanted to drop to her knees and cry until her tears dried up. She didn’t see her life like this—it was supposed to be with Sadie.

The only person that I want dead now more than ever is that bitch—Serenity, Tootsie thought walking to the bathroom.

“Yo, what up? Can you tell me when we doin’ this? I want to do this now. I can’t wait any longer. You got me turning tricks and all type of shit that wasn’t supposed to go down. What the fuck, Shawn?” Tootsie wiped her eyes and lit a cigarette, nearly singeing her eyelashes.

“Shorty, when you walked out with no cuffs, you owed me big time, so just fall the fuck back and enjoy the only life you will have until I say, ‘no more.’” Shawn P spoke effortlessly and hung up the phone without any calming consolation prize.

This muthafucker gotta come correct. Now it’s time to reassess the situation, ’cause I can’t be having this muthafucker thinking he can just do anything or keep doing this shit to me, Tootsie thought as she blew smoke up into the air.

“Okay, I know you didn’t wanna leave Chicago, but we needed a new start. No fuckin’ detectives, court, or reporters out front knowin’ our every fuckin’ move. That shit wasn’t good for business, if you know what I mean. Don’t worry. Like I told you, we still got Momma house. We just have tenants now. So, I rented this house out here in Detroit,” Carla said as she burst through the door, dropping their luggage upon entering.

“Damn, when you told me that we were going to Detroit, I wasn’t too thrilled, but you’re right. We do need to start somewhere fresh and forget the past year. That reminds me, I tried calling the lawyer to find out how many years that bitch got, but he ain’t callin’ me back. Well, I guess it really doesn’t matter anymore,” Serenity said, scoping the house out with her eyes.

“Oh yeah, well, I called him the other day. He said she got twenty to life in a maximum facility. Besides, the case is finished,” Carla told a bold-faced lie. “Okay, sis, since all that Sadie stuff is behind us, can you tell me something?” Carla asked shyly. She didn’t want Serenity to shut her down. “So, tell me which team are you really batting for?” Carla took a seat on the sofa.

“Huh? What?” Serenity was caught off guard with her sister’s question.

“Don’t ‘what’ me, Serenity. You know exactly what I’m asking. Are you into chicks now or not?” Carla asked again.

“Well, since you want to be all in my business, no, I’m not into chicks. My experience with that is over. I want dick and dick only. Those chicks got way too much drama for me.” Serenity took a seat next to Carla on the sofa. “Disappointed?”

“Honestly, yes. Not ’cause you only want dick now, but ’cause you didn’t feel like you could tell me that you felt that way about women. I blame myself for all this happening to you. I should’a known and warned you about what really goes on over at that school.” Carla looked over at Serenity and grabbed her hand. “Listen, I want you to know I am here for you no matter who you fucking or sucking. If you think you got a problem, please, please, come to me, sis, please. Okay?”

“Since when you all mushy and shit? I know I should’a told you about those feelings, but you don’t have to worry about that anymore. If I got a problem, I promise you, sis, I will holla at you without hesitation. Now, I’m fuckin’ starvin’. Let’s go get something to eat,” Serenity reassured her sister.

“A’ight. I guess this luggage and shit can get done when we return. Do you mind coming with me to check out this spot I have been hearin’ about? It’s a restaurant, and after eleven, it turns into a lounge or somethin’ like that. The food is supposed to be good. What you say?” Carla asked.

“I don’t care, but they food better be good.” Serenity stood up and rushed to the door.

Carla followed behind Serenity, and they both hopped into the car on their way to the restaurant. When they reached the restaurant, they both recited the name out loud. “All Things Good.”

Serenity looked at Carla and said, “It better be.”

“Come on, we won’t know ’til we get in there,” Carla nudged Serenity.

When they entered, they looked at the crowd and smiled at each other. “Well, it gots to be good, sis. Look at the crowd,” Carla said.

“Okay, but now how long do you think we’ll have to wait? Damn, I knew we should’a just went to the chicken spot.” Serenity sucked her teeth. “I’m out front ’cause this is going to take forever.”

“Serenity, come on. Just hang for a minute and let me find out how long. Damn, sometimes you are so fuckin’ spoiled,” Carla shot back.

Serenity glared at Carla and headed for the front door. She hated when her sister was right. When she reached the entrance, a gentleman almost bumped into her. His smile caused her to forget her sister’s comment.

“Oh, pardon me, Miss, I didn’t see you,” a six foot three man with caramel-toned skin and a muscular frame spoke. His eyes met Serenity’s and an instant attraction arose. He gazed at her unblemished face and eyes that would make any man’s heart throb.

Serenity stood still and momentarily lost her voice. His presence was inviting and drop-dead gorgeous. His hazel eyes and caramel-colored skin stopped her in her tracks.

“A’ight, Serenity, let’s go to the chicken spot. It’s an hour-long wait, so I guess we’ll try another time,” Carla said, looking at the man standing in their way. “Come on, what’s the deal? Can you move outta the way, man?”

“I can get you a table right now. Please, don’t leave.” He smiled at them.

“Yeah, whatever, man. Let’s go.” Carla’s voice became loud.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you two together?” He looked at Carla and noticed her possessiveness.

“No, not at all.” Serenity rolled her eyes.

“Okay, well, at least let me introduce myself. My name is Cassidy Peters, but everyone calls me Cass. I’m one of the owners and would love for you both to have dinner here, on me. Do you like jazz? The band will be here in half an hour or so. What do you say?” Cassidy stared at Serenity, hoping she would say yes.

“We good. Come on, let’s go,” Carla quickly answered.

“Cass, I would love to find out if the food really is good. Carla, are you staying or going to the chicken spot?” Serenity asked her sister with a smile.

“Ain’t that some shit ... whatever. Okay, Cass, where we sitting?” Carla questioned.

“Follow me. I will show you to the best seats in the house. By the way, can I get your names?” Cass smiled.

“It’s Serenity, and this is my sister Carla,” Serenity smiled.

Cass walked through the crowd throwing “hellos” and handshakes to what seemed like every person they passed along the way. He finally seated them at a corner table with a card marked RESERVED on top. He removed the card and motioned a waitress over.

“Please, take care of my new friends, and everything is on the house. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you later,” Cass told the waitress. “Now, ladies, enjoy your dinner and have a great night.” Cass left the table without saying another word.

Serenity didn’t know what to think. Her mind was fluttering with questions. Who is this dude? And, why is he being so nice to me? She didn’t know who he was. She wasn’t in Chicago anymore.

Cass had plenty of paper. His fir. . .