“Exactly,” Vanessa confirmed.
Peg huffed. “If you insist.”
* * *
Vanessa, Peg and Heather walked side-by-side onto the crowded floor that housed Queens Incorporated. Heather took precedence over everyone. Vanessa could see men and women lifting their heads from computer screens to focus on the white woman with features just as shapely as any black or Latina model that had ever stepped through the doors of Queens Incorporated. The conversation at the water cooler turned into conspicuous whispers and discrete finger pointing at Heather.
This place disgusts me,” said Peg. “It's a den of feminine exploitation. Just look at them.” She rolled her eyes toward two scantily clad models speaking with a photographer.
“Judging from the ogling eyes of damn near everyone, looks like you have a future in the next hot rap video, Heather,” Vanessa said.
Peg grimaced. “I can see Heather practically lap dancing on some guy who thinks his perversion of poetry is actually art.”
“It's really empowering, if you think about it,” Heather said.
Peg sucked her teeth. “You can't be serious.”
“These Fifty Cents and Jay-Zs claim to be the greatest gangsters and hustlers and fans love them. But they need the power of a woman's sexuality for their videos to become popular. We mesmerize millions of video viewers who could really care less about what the rapper is saying. It's the only venue where a woman can actually seize the power men hold over society.”
“So shaking your ass virtually naked is an image you implore women to aspire to?” Peg rolled her eyes. “I mean, come on. Get real.”
They stopped at the receptionist's desk. “Excuse me, I'm here to see King,” Vanessa said, hoping he would be with Rich.
“Your name?” the receptionist asked.
Vanessa watched her scan the computer screen, presumably for Vanessa's name. “My name is Vanessa Denay and I don't have an appointment.” As the receptionist looked up from the screen, Vanessa noticed Rich and King through her peripheral vision. Vanessa began walking toward them.
“Miss! Miss, you can't go back there,” the receptionist raised her voice, drawing the attention of the few employees who had not already honed in on Heather or those near her. Vanessa looked back, finding Peg and Heather on her tail.
Rich stopped when Vanessa was a few feet in front of him.
“The snow bunny is crazy thick. I can get her on the cover of Straight Stuntin easy,” King whispered.
“That's the pink toe I was telling you I'll smash,” Rich mumbled.
Vanessa's eyes squinted in anger when she heard the comments. “First you fuck me, then Candy, then the elevator ho. Now you wanna fuck Heather?”
Heather stared at Rich with her mouth wide open.
“There's just not enough women on the planet for you,” Vanessa said.
Rich surrendered his palms to Vanessa. Baby, this is the wrong place and wrong time for soap opera drama.”
Vanessa smirked. “If I can't talk about women inside of a modeling agency, where can I?”
“Please, Vanessa. This is a place of business,” King countered.
“What? A house of ill repute?” Peg asked sarcastically, stepping beside Vanessa. She and Vanessa were faced off with Rich and King as Heather and the room full of employees looked on.
Rich said, “Sweetheart, you invading my space and trying to play a character in a story that ain't even yours.”
“Your chauvinistic superiority trip won't allow you to see that the story you starred in is over,” Peg said and pointed at Heather, then herself. “We're in the sequel, not you or any other man.”
Rich looked at Vanessa. “These freaks spinning you in circles with this textbook feminist shit, huh?”
It hurt Vanessa to know their relationship had been reduced to a boisterous public spat. “The sad part is I still love you, Rich.”
“Baby, let's discuss this somewhere else.” He put his hand on her shoulder.
Vanessa slapped his hand off. “There's nothing else to talk about.” She felt tears building in the corners of her eyes. She pointed at Rich. “You'll never get the chance to touch me again.” Vanessa turned and walked away. She noticed Heather froze, gazing at Rich.
King stepped over to Heather and slipped a business card in her hand. “When you're ready to see your face on magazines, call me.”
Vanessa grabbed Heather's arm. “Come on.” They stormed off with Peg.
When Vanessa reached the door, she turned and watched Rich still eyeing her. It hurt knowing this would be the last time they would see each other in person. But she was ready to cope with that pain in order to rid him from her system and move on.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RICH
Show's over. We got models to manage and money to make.”
Rich watched King direct his employees, but the damage was done. Rich had just watched his first love walk out the door, headed home with two gay women that she had been living with. The irony set in. It was Rich who had introduced Vanessa to threesomes. He had not answered her calls, because he had decided it was best that he move on. But that decision did not suppress the feelings he had developed for Vanessa, and he feared he didn't have the heart to dismiss her in person. Now, as he stood in the center of the business that was helping introduce him to a new life, he realized that Vanessa had publically dismissed him and it hurt.
“Let's talk about it,” said Katiya as she stepped over between Rich and King.
“I thought I saw you by the conference room,” said Rich, forcing out a bogus smile. “You catch the whole performance?”
“Pretty much. Come on. I'm treating you and King to lunch.”
Rich could feel the eyes on him and hear the whispers from the staff as he stepped off with King and Katiya. They entered the elevator and were waltzing out of the office building in minutes. Rich was silent most of the ride as Katiya wheeled her new Bentley Continental Supersports Convertible. But Rich began to loosen up when they pulled up in front of Floataway Café.
By the time they were seated inside the dimly lit bar and lounge area, Rich was comfortable. His appetite had gone out the door with Vanessa, so he ordered a bottle of Moet Rosé. King dined on halibut with locally grown vegetables and pesto. Katiya toyed with the plate in front of her that contained Risotto with English peas and morel mushrooms. Rich leaned back in a large multi-colored chairs and placed his champagne flute on the small orange table beneath the glimmer of the sunrays beaming through the windows in the ceiling.
“Your life is a movie,” Katiya said after Rich revealed all he had been through with Vanessa and Candy, minus the killings.
“I was thinking about pitching the idea to Scorsese,” Rich joked.
“Seriously? I have a couple of associates behind the scenes in Hollywood that owe me favors,” Katiya said.
“I'll think about it.”
“Brother, I don't know how you handled two women under the same roof.”
“You'll be surprised at what good dick and a sharp mind can do.” Rich beamed. “Ask Katiya.”
“You both are merely boy toys of mine. I'm a grown woman who possesses everything she needs and uses everything she desires.”
King said, “If you can't be used, you're useless.”
“You can use me, just don't abuse me,” said Rich, looking into Katiya's eyes.
“A word of advice, from one manipulator to another, Rich: the goal of the game is to be a puppeteer without strings attached.”
“Have relations, but not relationships?” Rich asked.
“That's the first step and I think you know that already.”
“Control your emotions,” King said.
“Almost. Don't allow emotions to develop.”
“I'm a master at controlling my emotions. But stopping feelings from arising is a big difference,” said Rich.
“Impossible.” King shook his head and stuffed a piece of fish into his mouth.
K
atiya giggled. “You have to lose yourself to control yourself.”
“Sounds real philosophical,” Rich said.
“I'm gonna assume you've probably shot someone, possibly killed someone in those many years in the street. We'll call it collateral damage of the street pharmaceutical industry.”
Rich laughed.
“Assumptive, but you gotta respect that she's a straight talker,” King said.
“Here it is, Rich. The way you were able to sell drugs to people is no different than many slaveholders were able to enslave blacks and prison guards are able to lock people inside of cells day in and day out.”
“They dehumanize their subjects,” King said.
“Step one,” Katiya confirmed, “you objectify the human being. Transform that human who smoked crack into a crackhead. Some disgusting beast. You make that human being who is enslaved into a slave. Remove his humanity like Thomas Jefferson called blacks orangutans. You make a human being into a Negro. The human being in prison becomes a prisoner, a number. It's not hard to sell poison to a crackhead beast, or lynch an orangutan known as a Negro, or lock an identification number in a cell every night. It's much harder to do that to a human being.”
“That's an actual fact.” King nodded.
“But what happens is, the person dehumanizing the subject loses their own humanity in the process,” Katiya said. “It's why I said you have to lose yourself to gain yourself. Every time I see you,” she pointed at Rich, “and you,” she pointed at King, “I don't see human beings. I see a dick and a tongue.”
Rich laughed.
Katiya's grim look remained. “I'm serious. And I don't see a human when I look in the mirror. I see all of the attributes it takes to dehumanize people, because that's what it takes to win.”
“I ain't trying to deal with that type of science,” King said.
“That's why my net worth is more than your business grosses. I'm not concerned about blood diamonds, climate change or sweatshops. It's why I have the audacity to tell a man, a stranger I don't know, that I want to fuck. I don't care if people call me a capitalist whore, because my eyes don't see human and I got rid of my humanity a long time ago.” She looked at Rich. “Once you do, you'll never have to worry about a broken heart again.”
Rich never saw Katiya's philosophy coming. As heartless and as brash as it was, he could identify with it. He had been the guy who sold drugs and killed for years without as much as a second thought. He had set up his opponents to be robbed and extorted by King, because he saw them as crooks, not humans. He had broken the hearts of more women than he could count, because his childhood was marred by the experience of his drug-addicted mother renting him to pedophiles. So he didn't see his mother, and by extension any woman, as human. It was only when he was confronted with the fear of prison and death and when he was introduced to Vanessa's love that he began to develop a morality that designated women as human beings. Before that, he had no memories of being a normal human being.
Katiya set her fork on the table and took a sip of champagne. She looked at King, then Rich. There was not a semblance of emotion on her face. “Class is over and it's time for us to have a ménage a tois.”
* * *
The queen-sized bed on the roof of King's mansion was surrounded by four large plants that could pass for infantile palm trees. They shielded some of the sunrays. King was seated on the bed facing Rich on the chair a few feet away. Rich clutched a white bottle of Remy Martin V from the bar behind him. The sound system cranked “Look at Me Now” by Chris Brown.
Katiya strutted over with a seductive smirk and nothing on but a pair of six-inch Christian Louboutin heels with straps wrapped up just beneath her knees. She stopped between Rich and King, then bent over and touched her toes.
Damn. Rich's dick grew hard beneath the pinstriped pants of his Armani suit. He unloosened his tie as Katiya rose, shaking her perfectly round ass. Rich could see ripples of her smooth skin form like it was a pond distributed by droplets of water.
Katiya turned around and began massaging her breasts and feeling her body as her eyes locked with Rich's eyes. She stepped back, flopped her ass on King's lap and began giving him a lap dance. She licked her upper lip, and then bit down on her bottom lip as she continued gazing into Rich's eyes.
This freak is wild, Rich thought as he grabbed his dick through his pants, anxious to sex Katiya. She stood and strutted over to Rich, hoisted her left leg on his right shoulder and danced seductively to the beat of Chris Brown’s song.
Rich's mouth watered as he stared straight into her pussy. A thin layer of her wavy Indian hair covered it, along with the glaze of her wetness. Her hot pink hole became visible each time the lips of her pussy parted while she danced.
Katiya slid a finger inside of her, licked it, then put it in Rich's mouth. “Don't touch,” she instructed as he reached for her butt.
Rich obeyed, trying to control himself since in the restaurant Katiya had given a long lecture about controlling emotions.
Katiya took her leg down and wrapped her arms around the back of Rich's neck. She straddled him and began dry humping him. Her moist pussy left wet marks on the costly fabric of his pants where his dick rose.
Rich closed his eyes as her breasts collided with his face. His dick felt like it was about to burst.
Katiya began removing his unloosened tie. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, before removing his blazer. Within a few minutes, she had undressed Rich and began undressing King. She dropped to her knees and began sucking King's dick.
Rich could hear the slurping as her round ass invited him toward her. He raised her ass to meet his dick, slid behind her and rammed himself inside of her pussy. “Damn.” He felt the muscles in her pussy lock on his dick like handcuffs on a suspect’s wrists. He watched her head bob up and down in King's lap. A freak-ass millionaire.
A minute later, Katiya lifted her head and looked back at Rich.
Rich stroked harder.
King slapped her in the face with his dick and grabbed her head until she was back to sucking him off.
Katiya managed to please King while maintaining her pace by shifting her butt into Rich's strokes and tightening her pussy.
“Come on, Katiya. Uhn.” King's eyes closed and he fell back on the bed as he came.
Katiya stood up and propped one of her legs on the bed. Her back was to Rich as he engulfed her in his arms and cupped her shoulder in his palms. “Ahh, fuck,” Katiya screamed as Rich jumped inside of her with carefully orchestrated strokes. “Yes!”
King stood on the bed in front of Katiya. His dick rose to attention and she gripped it with both hands and began sucking it again. He palmed the back of her head with both hands, guiding her.
Rich was in another zone, lost in the sensation of Katiya's soft wetness. Damn, this pussy choking my dick. Chills ran through his body. Then his strokes subsided. “I want you to ride this dick.” He laid on the bed.
Katiya let go of King's dick and climbed on Rich. “Oh, God,” she uttered. Her body shook as her pussy swallowed his stiffness. She leaned forward, placing her hands flat on the bed above Rich's head. With her body outstretched, Katiya's breasts dangled into his mouth as she slithered her body up and down in a snakelike fashion.
“Yeah, girl,” Rich whispered in between her nipples sliding in and out of his mouth.
“Put it in me, King. Get the KY out of my bag and fuck me in the ass,” Katiya demanded as her cries of ecstasy reverberated.
Through the corner of his eye, Rich could see King fiddling through Katiya's Birkin bag. In seconds, he felt her body shift down as King slowly wedged his dick inside of her ass.
“Yes! God!” Katiya yelled. “You guys are killing me!”
“Oh shit.” A surge of energy bolted through Rich's body as he climaxed. “Damn, Katiya. Whooo.”
“Give me what's left in that dick, Rich.” She sped up her pace as King slammed slowly into her ass. “Yes, yes, yes . . . ahhhhh,” Katiya screamed as sh
e came from the double penetration.
King pulled her from Rich. He coaxed her to the edge of the bed. “Put your hands on the floor.” As soon as Katiya's hands hit the floor, King grabbed her waist, reentered her ass and began stroking.
“You're killing me. God. King! King!” Katiya clawed into the rug that the bed sat on.
King rammed her with more force and sped up until they slid off the bed. He climbed back on top of Katiya on the floor, continuing what he started. He smashed into her ass until he came, pulling out and nutting all over her ass and lower back.
Rich laughed to himself. King is wild. He looked at Katiya lying on the rooftop, exhausted, wearing nothing but high heels. This freak is worth millions. Rich had heard stories of world-famous actresses fucking their way to stardom and celebrity couples who were swingers. But this was his first experience with a woman so wealthy who he felt most people would consider a slut. A woman ain't shit, whether riding or walking.
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