Dominique heard her sigh and watched as she shook her head and walked over to the chair and took up his pants and shirt that were neatly folded and covered his firearm and wallet and phone.
"Dominique here, if you had just gone straight home but I see why and what you had to break your neck to come to the bar. Put on your clothes and come."
Dominique felt his manhood and pride crash through the floor, as all the blood left his head and the room went dim and as he fell face first. As he fell, he heard the screams of both women.
"Dominique!"
Marsha and Yanique were of similar build, and were almost the same height at 5'3" tall, but Yanique was almost 12 years younger. Together they struggled to lift the man who was still 20 lbs heavier than their combined weight. Their muscles in their arms, stomachs and backs strained as they lifted, and heaved him back on the bed from the ceramic tiled floor.
"I never imagined a threesome like this Marsha, but I like the gesture," he said as his eyes fluttered to open.
He saw when they glanced at each other and Yanique smiled, but Marsha was quite serious. Her concern was written all over her face.
"Dominique Martin, at a time like this you can't be thinking with your other head. Disgusting."
Marsha looked at his crotch.
"Oh no, Dominique the buttons of your underpants have given way and you are so exposed, it was too late for Yanique to avert her eyes."
"Sorry babes it just happened," he replied as he looked down on all nine inches of his manhood erupting from the cotton underpants.
"Cover up yourself Dominique!" but before he could move, Yanique sprang into action and began the struggle to subdue the snake that her hand could not fully grasp, then she lifted his shorts to try and cover it. Dominique watched in amazement, as Marsha's mouth fell open at the sight of another woman manipulating his tool, and at the size it had become in the hands of the young bouncing barmaid.
"Dominique stop wearing that silly smile!" Marsha shouted at him.
But he did not care. It was the look on Yanique's face that he was most concerned with as it had a look of guilt mixed with satisfaction.
"You know what? Let me get you to the hospital now, Yanique could you excuse us while I put on his clothes?"
Yanique paused.
"But I have already seen it all," Yanique said.
"Excuse me?" Marsha responded in a tone that made Yanique know who was in control of the situation.
"Ok Mrs Martin," she replied. Dominique watched as Yaniqueleft the room with a smile on her face.
Marsha was steaming mad.
"Get dressed!" she said through clenched teeth.
"Hey Marsha, I never called you here and it just happened, why are you so upset? " he asked.
"Did you see how she just jumped on your things like she was so familiar with it and how in hell name did it get to that size, Dominique? Are you sure nothing is happening between the two of you?"
"Shit, Marsha at a time like this you are asking me about another woman who helped me in a time of need, I can't explain why my thing behaved like that, but are you sure we can't try that at home another time?"
He laughed in an effort to lighten the moment.
"Dominique you need prayers!" she responded. "Anyway come let's go I need to pay your friend and get you checked out."
"So what about dinner babes?" Dominique enquired.
"Dinner!? Don't you see you can hardly manage yourself much less to carry me out Dominique and there will always be other days if you are healthy? Your girlfriend told me on the phone when she called what the doctor said."
"Marsha I am fine, I made the reservations for 7 p.m. at Jade Gardens, and I am not going to waste a spa day to go to a hospital for a doctor to tell me I need to exercise and get some rest or worse change my diet because I am getting up in my forties."
"Are you sure you can manage, Dominique?"
He watched her eyes searching his face for any sign.
"Yes Marsha I am fine, I am just stressed and need to get this business sorted out."
"Dominique if it is the businesses causing this angst, why don't you just get rid of it,or do whatever you want to do that makes you happy.I am sure that you would not ruin the family's financial future."
Relief bathed Dominique and as he walked through the bar his shoulders became square and he held his head high.A beautiful woman was on his side and she just gave him the verbal vote he wanted to hear. Yanique waved and as he headed towards the counter.
"Have you paid her yet Marsha?"
"Oh, no I was caught up with you and cleanly forgot about giving her back the money," Marsha said.
He watched as she dipped into her handbag, which was clutched beneath her arm, and pulled 150 US$ and folded it and slipped it into Yanique's hand.
"Thank you Mrs Martin and take good care of him, he is a special man."
"I will and thank you again Yanique."
Marsha took Dominique by the hand and led him to the car, and this time his eyes did not need to be adjusted to the difference in light between the outside and the bar, as dusk had already fallen.
Marsha took the keys from him and said, "I will drive honey."
As he opened the passenger door to the SUV, his cell phone pinged.
Dominique frowned and opened the message.
Thanks for the ride of a life time.
There was a picture attached. What did Yanique mean? Trepidation gripped Dominique as he was caught in two minds. Should he open the attachment to see what she meant or delete it? He quickly closed the message and pushed the phone in his left pants pocket.
"Cho damn phone company reminding me the bill is to be paid," he muttered, "Let's go and have some food and relax babes."
He had his suspicions about the phone; however he wanted to ensure that Marsha was not made aware that he thought she had cloned his phone.
"If you say so Dominique I am in for it."
She pressed the button to start the car.
"So Mr Martin tell me about the business plans you have for Diplomatic Transporter Incorporated."
Her request caught him off guard as he was still trying to figure out what Yanique was taking about when he heard the phone ping again in his pocket. This was not the setting that he had anticipated in making his presentation to the boss. Dominique took a deep breath and tried to push aside the thoughts of Yanique and what did happen between the two of them earlier. The feel of her kiss had ignited a fire of curiosity deep inside him, but he had to focus and present the best face that he had.
He started with what he knew she liked to hear about the most.
"I have managed to negotiate a contract with the two newest hotels in New Kingston to be the official courtesy service provider for their very important clients and this contract alone could add a further 25% to or bottom line. In addition I have been following the trends and our referrals have also increase year to date. However, in order to remain current I think we must diversify our product and expend not only the fleet but also the service that we provide."
"How do you plan to expand the fleet and diversify the product Dominique without a hefty capital injection?"
"Well that will initially take some paper work to be filed with the company's office and the lawyer to allow another partner in the business. He has a fleet of three or four cars that are used in the domestic transport market that would allow for a steady stream of income that could be used to refinance the line of credit to acquire another SUV."
"Dominique, I am impressed you seem to have done some homework, but I am waiting on the bad medicine part of your proposal."
"Ok, I want to move the business from the house and rent another office that I have already located on Red Hills Road and get an office manager to handle the paper work and then engage a garage to handle the maintenance of the fleet."
"Alright Mr. Martin your plans sound good so far, but who is this partner that you are going to bring into our business and have you identified the office manager yet?" Marsha asked.
"Well the partner's name is Ralston McKenzie,
he is a Senior Superintendent of Police who I've known almost all my life, and we grew up together. To answer the second part of the question yes I've found someone and did some background checks on the person. The person has a first degree in Business Administration and has at least four years in a customer services and client relations business." Dominique took a long pause and then stopped.
"You still have not told me who the person is Dominique."
"On second thought Marsha, come to think of it, the better answer is no, I have not found the ideal candidate yet, only prospects."
"What are you hiding Dominique? I thought we had agreed to no secrets between us, just tell me and allow me to evaluate the information. I will give you my honest opinion."
"I was thinking of Yanique Taylor the young lady you just met," he said softly
"You must be a blasted idiot. After the way I saw her all over you just a while ago? It was better you never said a word you idiot."
"This is why I don't like talking to you Marsha, why can't you just leave emotions out of our discussion. That is why I said on second thought and why we do have to use what just happened to paint a picture that the person cannot function in another capacity with professionalism."
"You know what Dominique I don't even feel hungry again, I want to go home."
"You're the one behind the steering wheel Marsha not me, but if coming home it is going to be more of this kind of arguments you can just drop me off right here."
It was dark and with poorly lit street, Dominique struggled to identify a land mark that he was familiar with, but without saying another word, Marsha pulled left to the kerb. The brakes screeched as she stopped the car suddenly and unlocked the doors.
"Shit Marsha, really," Dominique said and opened the door.
The air outside was quite warm in comparison to the temperature inside the car and as his feet hit the pavement Marsha sped off. Dominique lost his balance, and fell flat on his bottom on the side of the road. He sat there for a second before breaking out into laughter.
"One minute of peace and safety and then in an instant sudden destruction, there was indeed life and death in the tongue. I need a ride."
He took out the phone from his left front pocket and looked at the time. It was 7:15 p.m. and he was sitting on the side of the Old Hope Road. Cars began to pass and blow their horns and some people shouted, "Mad boy get out the road!"
This made Dominique laugh even louder than before and when he opened the message from Yanique and looked at the picture, the phone fell instantly from his hand.
"Shit what the hell have I gotten myself into," he said and reached for the phone again, he shook his head as the picture of naked Yanique sitting on top of him on the bed and smiling for the selfie. "That is what she meant by the ride of a lifetime. Hell she had taken advantage of me.What do I do now go home and apologise to Marsha and show her the picture no that would be instant death? It's better to go and face Yanique and find out exactly what happened."
.He was walking and talking to himself when two women passed and commented, "Oh lord that one stark stone mad and he looks so well dressed."
"You don't know the half ladies, I need a ride."
Dominique looked around and saw a passing cab. He hailed the taxi which stopped. He ran to the door and opened it.
"Hey driver, how much to go to the Cactus Tree Bar?"
"Five hundred dollars boss."
Then he remembered he had no money in his wallet or better yet there was no wallet in the pocket.
"Shit, Marsha has everything in the car, and crap she has the gun too. Well Yanique can you sponsor me a ride after all it's a ride for a ride."
He began to feel burden by his negative thoughts as the cab drove down the poorly lit road. The car smelt like sardines and had sounds of all kinds coming from beneath it and inside. He instantly thought of the clean fresh smelling car that he provided to his customer and for a ride in this garbage heap he had to pay so much money. People will have to start paying higher fees to utilise the services of the Diplomatic Transporter. He needed a stiff drink to unravel what just happened in his life. The cold waters of depression washed over Dominique and he looked at the phone to call his wife and the bright light of the Cactus Tree Bar caught his attention.
He felt a surge of blood below his belt as he leapt out of the front passenger seat and said, "Wait a minute driver let me get you the fare."
The warm smile of Yanique greeted him as he entered.
"Back for more so soon Dominique?"
"We need to speak quietly," he said and he grabbed her arm. "I need five hundred dollars for taxi fare please."
"Sure anything for you honey."
She pulled a note from between her bosom. It felt warm to the touch and his nostril picked up a scent of her perfume and it instantly brought back a memory confirming the picture that she sent him earlier.
"Dominique Martin, I knew I was going have you back and this time your wife is not going to get you back unless she kills me first."
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