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Writer's pictureMei A.

Pyramids

Based on the song "Pyramids" by Frank Ocean (requested by @dynamicnay)

Listen to the song while reading for the best experience!

 

It was scorching hot. Blazing to say the least. I looked over to my queen. She looked beautiful as ever. Her skin bronzed like mine, glimmering with beads of sweat although our servants worked hard to fan the heat away. Her hair is a dark shade of brown, close to the color black with a cashmere like texture, again similar to mine. The gold made the greens of her hazel eyes stand out. I was suddenly brought back from my moment of admiration in hearing the cymbals crashing within the palace. As the curtains were drawn, we began to walk towards our destination. The beating of the drums were so loud and near that the vibrations could be felt under our feet. It left such a joyous, melodic ringing in my ears, though the situation we were facing was anything but. I looked around as we walked and looked at the chandelier. Its crystals swayed due to the heavy drumming, yet it glimmered with such an extravagance. I remember when it was added into our palace. She was so excited to see it; it glimmered the lights of 1000 diamonds, still not shining as bright as she. Looking at her now, I felt anything but love. She was meeting her doom today, rightfully so. She was such a promiscuous woman, a deceiver.


The hall was filled with laughter, the sound of it bounced off of the walls and back into my head. I looked at the kids playing in the palace, and smiled. It made me miss the days in which I had no responsibilities, no worries, just time for my pals and some fun. I walked over to the kids, squatting down to meet their gaze. “Have you seen Alexandra?”, I asked the tiny humans. They watched me closely, their smiles filled with curiosity - they had never been this close to a king. The taller one smiled wider, revealing a toothless smile and excitedly responded, “She’s in her room with her cousin and told us not to disrupt her!”. I was confused, but smiled and thanked the children, slowly making my way towards the room. Her cousin? Why was I not informed of this? Approaching the room, I could hear what I believed to be low murmurs, short and quick breathing accompanied it. I quickly threw the door and hoped that my eyes were deceiving me. There laid my queen, quickly sitting up and covering her nude body with the white, cotton bedsheet, looking away from me out of shame. I looked at the man next to her; he looked a complete mess. His hair in a disarray, skin translucent and it gleamed with sweat - sweat that my queen had helped him work. His hair was a mess; dirt brown pulled back into what seemed to be a poor attempt at a ponytail. Angry and destroyed, I turned on my heel and stomped back to retrieve the palace guards. I felt hurt, betrayed at the fact that my queen could lay in bed with another man. Give him what she gave me, and possibly even more. The adultery she had committed in our own bed in which we had shared many moments of love and pleasure. Moments of happiness so easily erased from her heart, how dare she? How was this possible? If I had given her everything I had and more. She called out my name and it echoed through the hallways. She knew she was about to be faced with her doom, she knew this was the end of her promiscuity. My name rang through the empty halls of the palace, and each step I took meant that she was a step closer to her death, adding one more crack in my heart. “RAMSES!”


“Ramses. Ramses!”


I shifted in the bed as I heard the curtains being pulled open. The sun was coming in strong through the blinds. Still, this wasn’t enough for me to wake up. “Ramses, get up. I want to go out before I go to work tonight.”, said my girlfriend, Alexandra. I groaned and pulled the covers above my head trying to block the sun from hitting my eyes. Alexandra sighed and walked up to the bed, pulling the sheets off of my head. She hung her head above my face, hair falling on me, tickling my nose, and I opened my eyes to look at her. Her hazel eyes looked straight at me with annoyance. I smirked back at her, “Good morning my queen.” She rolled her eyes and stood up, arms crossed. I analyzed her carefully. Her cashmere-like, brown hair was straight and didn’t seem to pass shoulder length; something I adored. Her hair had recently been trimmed and her bangs looked well maintained. She wore a gold chained top with olive cargo shorts, paired off with wooden wedges that had gold straps. I loved how the color gold radiated off of her bronze-colored skin. She looked like a goddess, with a toned body to match. She stomped her foot in an attempt at a cute little tantrum and huffed. “Get up. I want to go out.”, she said before walking away. I loved watching her walk away, watching how her hips swayed so gracefully so effortlessly, as if she was a part of royalty in her past life. I got up and quickly got dressed into some jeans and a white t-shirt. After throwing on some vans, I quickly put on my chain that was engraved with several of the finest rubies imported from Egypt - a birthday gift from Alexandra. I walked towards the kitchen area of the motel, where Alexandra was pouring herself a cup of coffee. I made my way towards her and kissed her. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes again. “Finally, I thought you’d never wake up”, she said, taking a sip out of her mug. “Well, I’m up now, aren’t I?”, I replied while I grabbed the car keys. “Let’s go”, I said, walking out the door towards the BMW I had bought myself last month. Sure, I was unemployed. That didn’t stop me from getting nice things though. Alexandra made enough money for the both of us to live well-off. She kept the bills paid, well, she paid the bills for the top-floor motel suite we stayed at, and kept my cigar collection stacked. She was a hard-working woman and I loved that.


Later that night, I watched as Alexandra got ready for work. I had bought us a bottle of champagne earlier in the day for us to drink later when she got back from work, and she was really excited. Granted, I did buy it with her money, but it’s the thought that counts, right? I watched as she brushed through her hair and then pressed a flat iron against it. The steam from the flat iron burning her naturally 4c hair rose into the air in a cloud, evaporating as soon as it flew higher. She then got up and began getting dressed; standing in front of the full length mirror and carefully putting on her purple lace panties and bra that were embroidered with gold around the hems. I then watched as she put on her black, jean mini-skirt and another gold mesh tank top with thigh high, gold fishnet socks to top it off. She sat back down in front of the mirror and pulled out a red tube of lipstick and carefully outlined her cupid-bow lips, finally coloring in the rest. She looked amazing, and soon smelled it too after spraying her favorite perfume that smelled of money and empowerment. I stared in amazement at how gorgeous she was. How sexy. She carefully put on her six-inch heels, and got up, analyzing herself in the mirror. She looked like royalty. She spun around to face me and grabbed her bag. “I’ll see you later, Ramses.”, she said before walking out the door. I caught myself watching her leave as I placed a cigar in my mouth and responded, “Later.”


She was the star of The Pyramid. She was a queen and treated like one. The way she would spin on the pole was enticing and captivating. She moved so gracefully, so enchantingly. When she danced, it was as if the room stopped to look at her. As if time had frozen and she was the bearer of all attention. She was well-known and very well liked. She had her regulars of course; high paying men doing anything to get her attention. Some tended to bring her expensive gifts. On one occasion, they had gifted her a chain with rubies on it. “Imported straight from Egypt.”, the man said to her, beaming with hope. He looked like a kid who had scored a high grade on his exam, trying to get love and attention from a neglecting mother. She accepted his gift and thanked him. She hated getting these gifts. The only reason why she still danced was because her “boyfriend” couldn’t keep a job. He was useless, and she knew that, but she loved him too much to leave him. She had consented to give him whatever he asked for in fear that he would leave her if he refused. She was afraid of being alone. Absolutely hated it. Her father had abandoned her and her mother for his lover when she was 18, and when they couldn’t afford to pay the bills, she had turned to dancing. She had always loved to dance and she was very beautiful, so she knew that this would work in her favor. Losing Ramses would feel the same as losing her father, she believed. So she would do anything to have him stick around, even if she was slowly losing interest in him for his materialistic ways of thinking.


Hours later, she returned and she looked extremely exhausted - I was anything but. I had planned on us having a fun night. I knew she would be tired so I had drawn a bath for her and filled it with rose petals, hoping she’d find the detail cute enough to give me what I craved tonight. I handed her a glass of champagne and bathed her body as she sipped it slow. After a while, I noticed my hands on her body were beginning to excite her. She turned back to look at me, and in a playful, yet seductive voice asked me to join her. I smiled and quickly removed my clothes before she had time to change her mind. As soon as I got in, she began to kiss me with such intense passion that got me harder by the second. I craved her touch so much, it was excruciating. I began to touch her in places I knew turned her on and as expected, got the reactions I had been looking for. She felt wet and warm, just like our bath water, and the feeling of it made me want it more. So much so that I carried her out of the tub, making sure not to break the kiss. She wrapped her arms around me, biting my lip playfully. As I laid her on the bed, I began to insert myself slowly. We made love until the sun peeked through the blinds and the early birds began to chirp. I knew it wasn’t love that she had for me. I knew she feared my departure, but as long as she kept working for us, I wouldn’t leave my queen for anything.



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