“Hi, Amy. This is Madison Monroe. You left a message for me to call, but you didn’t say what it was in reference to.”
“Oh yes. Hi, Madison. I’m glad you got back to me so quickly.” Madison was gripping the receiver, her lips screwed and a “whatever bitch” look on her face. “I wanted to hear your reaction when I personally told you that the loft you loved so much is now available.”
Madison instantly dropped the screw face and sat down on her couch. “What did you say?”
“I said that the loft is yours if you still want it.”
“Of course I want it. But what happened? I thought it was a done deal.”
“You know in New York nothing is a done deal until the check is cleared, keys are in hand, and the furniture has been delivered. The buyer backed out right before closing, saying that he decided to buy a condo in Malibu. As soon as I got word, I placed a call to you.”
“Thank you so much, Amy. I definitely want the loft. When can we meet to sign the paperwork?”
“How about first thing in the morning? Is nine a.m. good for you?
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” Madison hung up the phone and started screaming and jumping up and down. She began narrowing her list down to three interior designers she would hire to make her loft fabulous. She visualized the huge windows that overlooked Central Park. This was her dream place, and she couldn’t believe it was going to be all hers.
Madison blasted her Destiny’s Child CD as she got dressed to meet Kristen. She slid into her Seven stretch denim jeans with Swarovski crystal—detailed back pockets that accentuated her tiny waist and bodacious ass. Topped off with a lime-green lace camisole and a cropped black fur coat. When it came to her shoe game, Madison had the perfect pair in mind. The Dior Diva booties were amazing. The luxe leather black calfskin boots had a band around the ankle with a silver metal Dior logo that gave her outfit urban flair. Madison usually wore her long mocha-colored hair in a tight bun but opted to let it fall loosely pass her shoulders. After taking a look in the full-length mirror, she looked just as glamorous as her celebrity clients. While she was admiring her attire, the concierge called, saying her car service was downstairs, so Madison grabbed her matching Dior purse and headed out the door.
When Madison’s driver pulled up in front of the Hotel Gansevoort, the joint was already up and popping. There was a line of people standing outside, waiting to get in. She heard what sounded like Kristen’s voice calling out for her. She was stuck somewhere between the beginning and the end of the long line.
“Come on, Madison! I’m saving us a place in line!” Kristen yelled, thinking she was doing her friend a favor.
Madison walked toward the doorman and grabbed Kristen’s arm. “Girl, if you don’t get out that damn line,” Madison said, annoyed. “Hi, Justin,” she said in a sweet voice.
“It’s always good to see you, Ms. Monroe. How many are with you tonight?” the burly doorman asked.
“Just me and my girlfriend, Kristen,” He let them pass the velvet rope, and Madison strutted into the venue with giggly Kristen right behind her.
“Madison, I love going out with you. I always feel like a star,” Kristen admitted gleefully.
“Great, but next time stand on the side and wait for me, because the sight of you screaming my name in a long line almost made me break out in hives. I’m a publicist, for heaven’s sake. Every hot spot in this city, I know the doorman by their first name. Waiting in line isn’t an option.”
The Ying Yang Twins’ “Badd” was blasting from the speakers as Madison and Kristen took a seat at a table overlooking the crowd. Even before the ladies were able to get totally comfortable, a waiter approached, ready to take their drink orders. “Hi, what will you be drinking this evening?”
“I’ll have a princess martini,” Madison stated, turning toward Kristen for her order.
“Excuse me, miss,” the waiter said tentatively, “what exactly is a princess martini?”
“A drink,” Madison snapped, not believing the waiter had asked her such an idiotic question.
“I understand that, but what comes in it, because I’ve never heard of the drink. Is it new?”
“What are you, ten? A princess martini isn’t new. It’s gin, a splash of lemon-lime soda, orange juice, and pineapple juice. Got it?”
“Yes, miss, I’ll take note of it for future reference,” the flaming waiter snapped with more than a little attitude.
“Good, you do that,” Madison said, giving the waiter a fierce stare.
“What can I get for you?” he said, looking at Kristen.
“I’ll just have my normal chocolate martini.”
“That’s simple enough,” the waiter said, giving Kristen a smile. “Would you ladies like to pay now or start a tab?”
“We’ll start a tab,” Madison said, reluctantly handing over her credit card. When the waiter walked away, Madison was still burning a hole in his back with her glare.
“Forget about him. Do you see all the cuties in this place?” Kristin said while moving to the music in her seat. Madison scanned the room. Nothing was catching her eye.
“I forgot you don’t get out often, because this is just your standard run-of-the-mill New York City nightlife crowd.”
“Excuse me, PR Princess, I forgot this is normal for you,” Kristen said sarcastically. “But more important, what is going on with you? Anything juicy? You know your love life is a real life soap opera.”
“Nothing too exciting—I’m actually seeing this white guy named Richard,” she said nonchalantly.
“What! You don’t even like white sexually. What the fuck happened?”
“Can you please keep your voice down?” Madison asked, putting her finger to her mouth, making the “shh” gesture. As the waiter put the drinks down on the table, he took his time leaving, trying to get an earful of the ladies’ conversation.
“Sorry,” Kristen whispered. “I’m just shocked. You have to give me the scoop.”
“Basically I met him while petitioning to handle his company’s account for an upcoming movie. He was rather attractive. He had just gotten back from handling some business in Hawaii. We went out to dinner to discuss some ideas I had for the project, and a few drinks later, we were sprawled out in his hotel suite, fucking each other’s brains out.”
“How was it? Is it different than having sex with a brother?”
“Besides the initial shock of seeing a pink penis up close and personal, it was the same. Surprisingly, he was well endowed and extremely freaky. He licked my pussy dry, and explored every other part of my body with his tongue too.” Kristen sat there with her mouth open, full of envy, wondering when was the last time her husband had gone down on her. She wondered if maybe he was no longer attracted to her. Her once-svelte size-six figure was a healthier twelve after having had the baby. She’d been meaning to go to the gym for the last year but could never find the time or energy. Kevin also complained about always coming home and finding her hair up in pins and scarf wrapped tight, like she was preparing for a street brawl. She did have her long auburn hair out tonight, but it was the first time she had it done in months. The only reason she made the effort was because she was going out with Madison and knew how on point her friend always was. Kristen made a notation in her head that she needed to step her game up for her man. She didn’t want her husband going out and twisting out the next hottie because she was walking around looking like a bum chick.
“Unbelievable. So what’s up with you guys now?” Kristen asked, snapping back to reality.
“Not too much. We had a quickie in the boardroom today, and then he asked me to accompany him on a business trip to Miami like I was his concubine.” Madison burst out laughing, recalling the request.
“Are you going?”
“Hell no! I have nothing in common with that man besides sex and closing business deals. Do you know that he actually had the audacity to tell me that my sophistication made me ‘colorless’? As if he was
paying me a compliment. If that was the case, I wouldn’t have to work a hundred times harder for everything I want because not only am I a woman, but I’m a woman of color. Richard is cool—but clueless.”
“Wow, the whole encounter sounds electrifying to me. Especially since being married with child is becoming increasingly boring.”
“Honestly, Kristen, sometimes boring is good. Dating countless different men becomes a bit unsatisfying.”
“Did I hear you correctly? Miss Never Wants to Be Tied Down to One Man?”
“I say that because in the circles I surround myself with, there seem to be no men worth giving my all to. I want something real, just like every other woman, but it always seems so out of my grasp. I figure since I can’t find true love, I might as well enjoy my life with sexual pleasure. We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves tonight, so enough of this depressing Dr. Phil stuff,” Madison said. “But I do have something to celebrate: I’m actually getting that loft I was crazy about.”
“The one you said the dingbat Realtor screwed up the deal on?”
“Exactly. The other buyer decided on something else, leaving the door wide open for me. I meet with the lady tomorrow morning to get the paperwork in order.” Madison slowly realized that Kristen’s attention was elsewhere and turned to see what had her so captivated. The pimp strutting in their direction was the hot young actor Reese Alexander. He was a taller, sexier version of Taye Diggs. He had the same radiant smile as Usher, with the dimples to match.
“If it isn’t the lovely Madison Monroe,” Reese said in his movie star voice as he bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
“Hi, Reese. How are you? This is my friend Kristen.” Reese reached over to shake her hand, but Kristen was too busy drooling over the young hunk. She finally gained her poise and extended her hand.
“So who are you here with?” Madison was curious to know.
“Just me and my bodyguard.”
“Would you like to join us?”
“Love to.” Reese got comfortable and ordered a drink and another round for Madison and Kristen. They all began chatting, and Madison couldn’t help but think that Reese would make a fabulous gift to celebrate getting her new place. His strong, lean, muscular body and inviting full lips were just what she needed to make her evening. She slid her hand under the table and began massaging high up on his inner thigh. To her delight, his third leg came alive. Madison knew it was time to leave. After her fourth drink, she asked for the check.
“Kristen, I’m wasted. We should call it a night. I have to get up early in the morning anyway.”
“Yeah, I should be heading home too. I know Kevin is wondering where the hell I am. Do you want me to give you a ride home?”
“Don’t worry about it. I can take her home,” Reese said smoothly.
Kristen looked at Madison and then back at Reese. This was the final straw for her. She was joining the gym tomorrow if it killed her. If having an amazing body and pretty face would get a movie star like Reese Alexander to take you home, then she was signing up immediately, she said to herself.
“Okay, give me a call tomorrow. It was a pleasure meeting you, Reese,” Kristen said as she put on her coat and grabbed her purse to leave. While walking toward the door, Kristen foolishly wondered if the Kanye West workout tape that he advertised on his video could be purchased at the Blockbuster near her house or did she have to call to order.
“You ready to get out of here?” Madison asked, eager to feel Reese inside her.
“No doubt.” The horny couple jumped in the backseat of Reese’s chauffeur-driven Range Rover. As soon as the door was shut, they started tonguing each other down like neither had been fucked in over a year. Which was hilarious, since Madison had got laid earlier that day by Richard, and Reese had got his shit off a couple of hours ago by the leading lady on his movie. The driver pulled up to a high-rise apartment that Reese was staying at during the filming of his movie. From the car to the elevator, Madison and Reese barely came up for air. If it wasn’t for the fact that Madison had on jeans, Reese would’ve slid his dick inside her.
The moment the front door opened, boots were kicked off, jeans were flying, and flesh was exposed. The two couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. Between Reese spreading Madison’s ass cheeks and licking her from the back to the deepest spot in her pussy and Madison swallowing Reese’s balls and then his entire penis, she ended up pinned on the kitchen counter, getting fucked doggie-style. Luckily she managed to pull out a condom between the munching and the fucking. But did it really matter? All the germs were exposed between them as they tasted every part of each other’s body; if either carried anything, it had already found a resting place. After both reached their climax in the kitchen, they finally went to the conventional bedroom for another round of bumping and grinding. But instead of lying on the bed, Reese grabbed Madison and dragged her in the bathroom. He obviously had a fixation to fuck in every room but the bedroom. He turned on the bathroom light and lifted Madison up and spread her round ass over the bathroom sink. A big mirror was above the sink, and Reese adoringly watched the expression on her face as he pounded her pussy and felt the jiggle of her ass.
Madison was just creeping up on thirty, and she knew Reese hadn’t even reached twenty-five. The way he was fucking her, Madison thought to herself, Its clear those young brothers have energy like they just drank a six-pack of liquid crack. Right when both were about to come for the third time, Reese grabbed Madison’s hair and put his tongue on her earlobe. Then he said, “Baby, you got some good pussy. I want you to have this dick on the regular.” Madison moaned, enjoying the hard thrusts that Reese was putting on her. “You gonna give me this pussy whenever I want it?”
“Yeah, baby, you can have it anytime you want,” she said, lying. Madison did think she could add Reese to her short list of steady dick, but being readily available to serve him wasn’t even an option. After both became completely exhausted, they finally fell in the bed and went to sleep.
Madison’s inner alarm clock woke her at seven, as it always did. She turned and stared at Reese for a moment. Once again I’m waking up next to a man I have no real interest in. If I keep this up, I’ll be sixty years old never experiencing real love. Please, God, bring a wonderful man to me because I’m one step from being emotionally bankrupt, Madison thought to herself. She slowly slithered out of bed, being careful not to wake Reese. She tiptoed in the living room, quietly picking up her clothes and shoes that were spread out everywhere. After gathering her belongings and getting dressed, she managed to get out of the apartment without disturbing him. When Madison hit the pavement and the winter cold air smacked her face, she felt wide awake. She hailed a cab, and before even reaching her front door, she already calculated in her head what she would wear to the christening of her new loft.
2
Madison was able to take a shower, eat breakfast, and look magnificent before heading over to meet Amy. They were actually meeting at the building because Madison was dying to see it again, although she remembered every detail of the exquisite loft. When the taxi pulled up, she felt like she was at home. She instantly recognized the semi-attractive blonde with the pixie haircut and tiny frame sitting in the lobby. As she walked toward the woman, Amy stood up and greeted Madison with a warm smile. “Good morning, Ms. Monroe. You’re right on time.”
“Oh yes, this was one meeting I wasn’t going to be late for.”
“Well, let’s get started,” the pint-size Realtor said, guiding Madison toward the elevator. “You have a keyed elevator that opens directly into your unit.” Madison was getting goose bumps thinking about seeing her apartment again. When the elevator reached the twelfth floor, the doors opened, revealing the large open space that awaited her. The two-bedroom, two-bath loft was a vision of opulence. It had eighteen-foot ceilings with oversize double-glazed thermal-paned windows that overlooked Central Park. The exquisite layout included brand new Brazilian cherrywood floors, wood beams, cast-iron col
umns, and a multizoned air-conditioning and heating system. Both bathrooms were marble, and the master bath featured a Jacuzzi tub with a separate shower and double sinks. The kitchen was state of the art, with granite countertops, Viking stove, Sub-Zero refrigerator, breakfast bar, and custom fixtures.
“This place is absolutely stunning,” Madison said over and over again.
“It also has a roof deck, health club, twenty-four-hour doorman, concierge, pool, and a multifloor laundry, although your apartment has a high-tech washer and dryer included,” Amy mentioned while Madison was gawking at her huge walk-in closet. After doing a meticulous walk-through, Madison was pleased and ready to close on the loft. The ladies got back on the elevator and headed downstairs to the lobby.
“How long will it take for everything to go through,” Madison asked anxiously.
“We already have all your paperwork from when you were going to close on it previously, so all we need is the funds, and we should be able to wrap this up pretty quickly.”
“Wonderful, I’ll have my accountant get right on it.”
The two ladies chatted some more, and then a gentleman caught Amy’s eye. She called out for him. His back was to them, and he didn’t seem to hear her.
“I want you to meet this gentleman. He actually owns the building,” Amy said while taking Madison’s hand, hurriedly walking toward the man. Madison couldn’t see his face but could tell he was tall and African American. She was impressed that a brother owned property of this caliber. When Amy finally caught up to the man, for some reason Madison’s heart was thumping hard.
“Hi, Maurice,” Amy said, tapping his shoulder.
It seemed as if he turned around in slow motion. Madison believed her day couldn’t get any better until her eyes locked with the beautiful caramel-complexioned vision. His chiseled face featured the most alluring hazel eyes, and his full lips seemed to be inviting her in. The expensive tailored suit highlighted the definition of his lean muscular body. Madison waited to hear his voice with schoolgirl eagerness.
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