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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    By Najya Yasirah


    She’s Such A Thoughtful Girl - Chapter 26



    Instead of going for a morning run, she went to the gym to see Arianna. “You are really pushing it today,” Arianna noticed as she spotted Reyjah as she did hammer biceps curls. “Is something wrong?” “Nah,” “How are things with that guy?” “Okay, I guess were best friends, you know.” “I thought you liked him?” “I do, but I’m not gonna press, if he wants me, he knows where I am.” Arianna shook her head, she knew her friend was fighting. “I saw you in the newspaper,” she said. “Oh yeah,” Reyjah huffed as she lifted the 20lb dumbbell. “Yeah, you were singing at Giovanni’s, that dress looked awesome.”  “People kept asking me who my trainer was..so  Arianna ,can you come out there, tonight? I’m singing again,” Reyjah reracked the dumbbells and took a sip of water from her bottle.  “I would, but I don’t have anything to wear?” “Yeah, whatever!” Reyjah picked up her cell phone and began dialing. “Hello, Bellissima’s of Beverly Hills?” “This is Reyjah Bennett, I need a dress in hmmm…claret, size two.” “Oh, yes Ms. Bennett we have a beautiful one with a draped neckline.” “Good, please send it to Arianna Marguiles, at Hardbodies Gym today, and charge it to my account, please.” “As you wish, Ms.Bennett, would you like a pair of Jimmy Choo’s also?” “Yes, size 6, please.”  She hung up the phone. “I can’t believe your doing this for me,” said Arianna in disbelief. She gave her friend a hug in spite of her sweatiness. “Call the salon, and Derrick will do your hair, I’m sure he has a space.”

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    “I’m mad at you volunteering my services,” said Derrick joking. “ Shut up, boy,” Reyjah joked back. Sheila was wearing an orange, sleeveless turtle top and bellbottoms with rainbow colors. “I like your pants, Sheila,” said Derrick winking. Sheila laughed. “Okay, freaks, when Antoine comes on, you know nothing…” she shook her finger. “No slip ups, please.” Reyjah wore a black Yankees tank top and  baseball cap. Her jeans were low-slung, so her belly rings were on display. She even wore a pair of black Nikes. Of course,  she wore her hoop earrings. “Have you heard from that magazine yet?” asked Sheila. “Nope, but I’m not pressed about it, though, if I make the issue oh well, if not oh well,” Reyjah shrugged. “How can you just let things not bother you?” said Derrick. “Cause life goes on and I prayed and asked God for forgiveness,” she replied sipping her coffee.
    Despite Antoine being a manwhore, Reyjah reaped the benefits. Not only was she getting his clients, she was also getting dirty details. She learned how to play it cool,  all she was his hairdresser; their relationship was strictly business. She wanted to bust out laughing at some of the stories, but she knew that would give it away. She noticed that all of his women fell into the plastic category. Trying to look as young as possible, and trying to feel as young as life would allow them. When she put yet another one of Antoine’s clients underneath the dryer, her cell phone rang. She went into the lounge.
    “Hello?” “Reyjah dear, this is Ms. Holden, your dress will be arriving shortly. I hope you like it, it’s a beautiful opalescent blue, has Swavorski crystals on the bodice, just gorgeous. It looks like a Badgely Mishka or a Randolph Duke. And I got you a divine pair of Jimmy Choo’s.” “Ms. Holden, I found out what Antoine does.” “How?” “A friend of mine is a bartender at Kamikaze where I sing, from time to time. She said that the lady that hit me, was talking about him and stuff.” “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I mean he tried to tell me the first day that we met, but I thought he was joking. I’m not pissed or anything-it’s my fault for not believing; he’s my best friend, y’know?” “You are a good girl, Reyjah.”
    “May I speak to Kate Bigelow?” “This is she,” “Kate, this is Reyjah, how are you?” Kate was on her job at the hair-transplanting clinic. “I’m fine, and you?” “Hanging in there.” “Just hanging?” “Yeah, I’m singing at Giovanni’s tonight, I would really like you and Deuce to come.” “Yeah, we’ll be there! Definitely.” “Thanks.” Reyjah hung up her phone and went to check on her client.
    “Antoine seemed so depressed after I paid him the other day!” The client was Danielle. “I mean he was great, but afterwards he seemed so sad. Like he’s not even into it anymore.” Reyjah  began twisting Danielle’s hair. She liked her so far. Danielle looked up at her. “You’re a pretty girl, why aren’t you married?” Reyjah smiled. “I’m in love with my work, I guess,” she said. “Singing and dancing and stuff.” “You sing?” “Yeah, I’m singing at Giovanni’s  tonight, in fact.” “Would you mind singing for me?” asked Danielle. Reyjah sang a line from Celine Dion’s “Where Does My Heart Beat , Now?” The salon was quiet, only her powerful voice was heard.  Women raised up their  dryer hoods.  When Reyjah finished, all she heard was applause.
    “Arianna is here,” said Midori, poking her head through the curtain. Reyjah looked up, “Send her in here,” she said. “Hey girl!” Arianna bubbled, my dress is absolutely hot!” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s this awesome shade kinda like a cross between cranberry and wine. The neckline is drapey in the front, and the straps are blue crystals. It’s long, and its got a train for walking…I love it!” “Did it come with a shawl?” “Yeah!” “A purse?” “Yeah!” “Did you get shoes?” “Yeah, these rhinestone Jimmy Choos with blue and white crystals.” “Good deal. Make sure you bring your business cards, and your date.” “I’m bringing Salvador.” “Is that the Dominican hottie?” “Yes, girl!” Derrick poked his head through the curtain. “Is my client ready for me?” “Hey, Derrick!” said Arianna. She jumped up and gave him a hug. “Oohhh girl , be careful, all your muscles and stuff, you might crush me!” Reyjah laughed. After they left, she looked at the two large, boxes on her sofa.  Her dress was indeed unique. The satin threads had been individually dyed to give it an opalescent look. The neckline was bandeau, held together at the neck with crystal straps of different tones of blue and clear. There were tiny random crystals all over the from-fitting silhouette that had dangerously high slits on each side.  Her shoes were crystal-studded Jimmy Choos that featured  two straps across the toes and ankle straps.  She looked in her mirror and began playing with her hair, trying to figure just what the heck she was going to do to it.
    “Reyjah?” said Midori, through the curtain. “Yeah?” “Antoine’s here to see you.”
    Derrick was peeking through his curtain. He watched as Reyjah gave Antoine a kiss on the nose as well as a hug. Arianna was peeping as well. “So that’s the guy..” she said. “He is rather tasty looking.” Derrick shook his head. “MMM..he said.
    “How’s your day been?” Antoine asked as he sat down in her chair. He stared at her stone-solid stomach watching the jewelry as it glistened against her skin. “Busy”, she said nonchalantly. “Six people-boom, boom , boom, non-stop.” She removed the sunglasses from his face. His eyes were bloodshot. “Were you up all night?” she asked innocently. “Yeah, I was watching Space Ghost,” he said. Lie. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her stomach. His tongue made circles around her navel. “Freak,”she said with a smirk. “Oh really?” he asked. He began undoing the buttons of her pants. “You wouldn’t dare…”she said softly. “Oh really?” he repeated. He eased her low-slung pants even lower. He spotted her black, lacy Victoria Secrets. She gave him a look. He looked back, as if to say ‘and?’. Then he did the unthinkable. He yanked down her panties and thrust his tongue inside of her. She clutched on to his head. She could not believe what he was doing. He was squeezing her buttocks as his tongue explored her. She held in her squeals. He felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop, either. She ran her fingers through his hair. He could taste her sweetness. When he hit the zone, she beat against his back softly in response of forced silence. When he finished, he politely redressed her. “That was your  blowjob,” he said softly.
    Sheila was only shampooing Antoine’s hair as a favor to Reyjah. She really wanted to strangle him.  “Reyjah’s really fond of you,” she blurted. She began massaging his scalp. “Really?” he said. “Yeah, she’s been very happy these past few days. She’s been here for about 6 months, and I have never seen her quite like this.” She began rinsing. “I like her, too, Sheila, but she deserves better than me.” “Why do you say that?” “I am not exactly the best man in the world,” he confessed.  Sheila got a towel from the rack and pressed his hair dry. “Then seek the one who will bring out the best in you,” she said plainly. All of a sudden, she respected him.

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    “Is that your dress over there?” Antoine asked curiously, nodding towards the big boxes. He loved the way his brown goddess looked in satin and crystals.  “Yep,” she said casually as she began combing his damp hair. The song, “Kiss From a Rose,” was playing and Reyjah was humming as she worked.  Arianna poked her head through the curtain. “Hey, babe!” she said. Derrick had done an excellent job on her hair. He had set it on large rollers, slicked it on a high ponytail and arranged it in a labyrinth  of an upsweep. She had two curly wisps in the front and at her nape, also. Her makeup was spectacular. Her green eyes were ablaze with burgundy, and shimmery copper shades. Her lips were glossed in the same shade of her dress. “You look gorgeous honey!” said Reyjah accentuating ‘gorgeous’ with her New York drawl.  “Thank you, dah-ling!” Arianna returned with a wave of her hand. “Arianna, this is Antoine, my pal, and Ant, this is Arianna my personal trainer.” They shook hands. “Well, I gotta go, chica, I’ll see you at Gio’s.” She waved goodbye and walked out to leave.  “she is coming to Giovanni’s?” Antoine asked. “Yeah, I figured she could get some clients.  Don’t you remember how everyone kept asking me who my trainer was? Kill two birds with one stone.” She rubbed a grooming cream through his hair.  “You like to share the spotlight, I’ve noticed,” he said with his eyes closed. “You have such a giving quality.” Tell me about it, she thought. “That’s what I love about you,” he said. “That’s what makes you the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” Reyjah was silent as she took her hair dryer from her station. She turned the hydraulic chair so Antoine would face the wall. As she pressed his hair with a round brush, a tear fell from her eye.

    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Chapter 27