by HD HOTEP
“Drinks on me girls,” Sadie said, veering toward the bar. Her girls followed suite, eyes wide. Between Amnesia and Mynt, they’d already seen Taye Diggs, Gabrielle Union, and a brief appearance by Nicki Hilton. The Mynt smelled like money.
Sadie guzzled down several drinks of unknown names. “Just make them strong,” she said.
She and the ladies hiked to the dance floor, g-strings wedged between tight ass cracks, spiked heels, bouncing cleavage and lots of exposed leg. Sadie led the pack, grinding up against a young gentleman wearing a silk shirt with the first three buttons loose. Unabashed, she reached for his crotch, all over him.
“Who are you here with sweetie?” she asked, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Three of my buddies. But fuck them. I’ll ditch ‘em in a minute if you’re trying to get out of here,” he said quickly, returning Sadie’s lead.
“Round ‘em up and meet me and my girls in the lot,” Sadie said.
*****
Only a certain kind of person would celebrate her own birthday in such a raunchy fashion. Sadie had acquired two hotel rooms, side by side, both with two beds a piece. The doors separating the two rooms were swung open. Each bed was occupied. Bruno Mar’s “Rain” resounded through both rooms. Both television sets were tuned to paid pornography. The smell of marijuana, cigarette smoke, hard liquor, and wet sex permeated the atmosphere. Madelyn was balled into a pretzel, getting hammered by a young gentleman still wearing his baseball cap. Sandie was throwing her donkey ass back at a young man who was determined not to be slammed into a wall by the force of her large backside. Bella and Sylvia double-teamed one horny man, who loved every second of it. Reena bounced up and down on one gentleman who was 6'6", solid, and “strapped”. Lilian and Gia pleasured each other as one gentleman watched. And Chantay stood in awe as she watched her mentor going to work.
Sadie, naked and sweaty, rode one man’s rod. She took another man up her ass. And she had two human pistols pointed to both sides of her face. One of which were in her hungry, wet mouth. She ground against the condom covered sex utensils, sucking and slurping.
“Get it bitch,” Chantay said, puffing a new port cigarette.
Sadie, moaning, groaning, sucking, grinding, pulled her mouth from one dick and spoke. Her hands and body never stopped moving. “Don’t call me no bitch. Mmmm. Mmmm, shit. I’m Ma Ma Bitch. You hear me?” she growled.
“You got that right,” Chantay said, mesmerized.
“Mmm…Mmmh. Fuck me boys. I said FUCK ME! HARDER!”
Every day it would rain, rain, ra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ain…
Sadie’s mom would have been one of two things if she had been capable of seeing her daughter now! Proud… or jealous.
Chapter 10
Sadie the Lady
June, 2013
“No. No. You can’t block out the camera. Stop doing that Tia. You’ve got to keep an open shot for the camera,” Sadie said, frustrated. “Do it again. Take 5.”
Nu Shu’s was not a come-one-come-all escort service. Sadie had handpicked and interviewed each potential candidate. She had a nice mix of women, but one thing remained uniform throughout her stable of ladies. Each of them was gorgeous. And if a woman fell short in body tone or in beauty, she could not be an escort for Nu Shu’s. Sadie had the last say on the issue.
However, there was hope and money making potential for those with what it took but lacking just a little. Those who didn’t make the cut began to number in double digits. So, Sadie had come up with a plan. And XXXtra Productions was born. Sadie started her own adult film production company.
“OK. Yes. Just like that.”
The young lady getting crushed by her on-screen companion moved and grunted as she was slammed repeated. Tyree “Totem Pole” Black had been hired on the spot after one of Sadie’s “show-me-your-stuff” interviews. After making Sadie sweat like a body builder on creatine, Tyree was hired to “break the new girls in.” If they couldn’t handle him, they weren’t ready for this industry.
“Ok. Give me a money shot Ty… Cut… Perfect!”
*****
“Nothing over the top, but professional and classy. That’s what we’re about. I want each of my escorts to have their own personal websites linked to Nu Shu’s Escort. And I want all of my actresses to also have their own sites linked to XXXtra Productions. Can you see that? Do you like that?” Sadie asked Lacy.
The two women sat in Sadie’s office in S.W. DC, not far from the waterfront and Tiber Island condominium complex. Sadie’s office was modern themed with sci-fi light show desk props, a faux fireplace, a gyrating, spinning silver swirl, and lamps wich appeared to come straight from one of Star Trek’s return missions. Framed portraits of professional male athletes, entertainers, and models in various stages of undress adorned the walls. Tyson Beckford, a vintage Mike Tyson at 18 years of age, Trent Williams from the Washington Redskins, and LL Cool J. There was also a prominent picture of Michelle Obama.
“I think that’s a great idea Sadie,” Lacy said, eyeing her new Gucci heels while moving her right foot up and down. She sat in one of Sadie’s sleek and odd shaped office chairs that resembled the letter “S”.
After Sadie made several phone calls, she refocused her attention to Lacy.
“There was this guy named Byron Blount, God bless his soul, who taught me a lot about this porn production industry. He just didn’t know it at the time. I’m going to start mass distributing these movies and I’m setting up several adult websites to sell this stuff and a variety of related material. If you can handle it, I’ll sell you a site with all the privileges of everything I sell. You can repay the price in installments if you don’t have the cash. Or you can repay it from your escort earnings, like you repaid the clothing loans. You’re a good girl. You said you wanted to step it up,” Sadie said, typing keys on her computer. “I’m giving you an opportunity to do that.”
“Sadie, yes, I want to buy one of your sites. Look at me. Nobody ever did shit for me. Yo, I can’t really believe how good you’ve treated me. And you didn’t even know me. I think…” Lacy began to cry, turning pink as a cup of cotton candy.
Sadie jumped from her seat and ran around the desk to console her. She leaned over, placing her head on her chest and wrapped her arms around her. “Don’t cry Honey,” she said, rocking her back and forth. “Baby, I come up in the streets. I’ve slept in hallways. I’ve been beaten half to death. I’ve been robbed. I’ve been raped. I’ve done all sorts of things I had no business doing and I’ve hurt people, Lacy. When you young girls walk up in here thinking you know everything, I see me in you. I don’t want y’all in no dirty strip club or walking the streets. I want you to have something. Get enough, so you can leave this stuff alone. This is what I’m about. It’s in my blood. It still turns me on… It’s the lust of my life Honey. But y’all have a future. Y’all are my babies,” Sadie said.
Lacy reached up and embraced Sadie, still sobbing. “Thank you Sadie. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome sweetie. Now, you get your pretty little self together and get ready to get your money. This opportunity isn’t just for anybody, Lacy. I see something in you. You’re going places. Believe that.”
*****
“You know, I used to be more of a technical analyst. I’d watch the trends. I’d observe people’s behavior as time passed. And I’d basically bet on their future actions. But I stopped doing that after stumbling. Stumbling hard a few times,” Gabriel said.
Everything he said or thought about related to the stock market and sex. All his analogies, all the stories he told, pertained in some way to the stock market, Sadie had realized over time. Gabriel had become one of Sadie’s regulars.
“Could your stumbles have just been a coincidence, or did you learn something important about your technical approach?” Sadie asked, sipping her drink through a straw and allowing her lips to remain on the straw’s tip for an extended period of time.
“Oh no, these weren’t coincidences
. I learned a few valuable lessons, very important lessons. So now, I’m more of a fundamental analyst. I prefer to go beneath the trends, the appearances, and the moments. No, I prefer to get to the anatomy. To get to know the anatomy of the market. What its legs look like. What its head looks like. Who’s beneath the sheets, if you know what I mean,” he said, openly lusting off of Sadie’s perfect body, his hands coming to rest on her exposed thigh.
“I guess once you’ve gotten beneath it all, most of the guessing stops,” she said, suck-sipping the straw again and staring into his eyes invitingly.
“I’m just attempting to reach a point, to put together a system where there will be no more guessing. You see, I don’t want just MOST of the guessing to cease. I want ALL of the guessing to stop,” he said, caressing her smooth thigh.
“Well honey, maybe you’re in the wrong business,” she said, placing her hand above his and steering it closer to what he craved.
“If that’s the case, what business would you suggest?” he asked, near drooling.
Being a trick, she thought. “If you rub your hand any higher Gabriel, the financial terms of this particular business interaction immediately changes,” she said, changing the subject.
Gabriel continued to move his hand towards Sadie’s “peach”. He pulled her onto his lap and began pulling her clothing off, panting like a dog. She assisted him in stripping her naked. Sadie stood up in front of him, smacking his roving hand.
“You naughty boy, trying to touch me there,” she said with an unconvincingly serious expression on her face. “Being Nasty. I’m a Laaaaaady, Gabriel. Treat me like that.”
She grabbed his hand and allowed him to touch her, slowly approaching him. She began pulling his tie like a leash.
“You see. It’s always wiser to be fundamental in one’s approach. Getting beyond the guessing games. Getting beyond and beneath perceived trends leading to dangerous predictions. You see, there’s no guessing once one gets to the core of the anatomy.
“I’m definitely in the right business, Sadie. Now, get on your knees and get ready for what you do best. You dirty little whore. You know your place in the world,” Gabriel said, whipping his little friend out.
“Yes Daddy,” Sadie said, obliging him and dropping to her needs, making his friend disappear like a fortune in Houdini’s possession.
Your only purpose in life is being a trick, Sadie thought.
Chapter 11
Ten Toes Down
January, 2014
“She’s dead. They found her dead, Sadie. Oh my God. She’s dead. Somebody killed Lilian. They killed her!” Gia screamed into the phone hysterically.
“Hold on. Calm down. Where are you?” Sadie responded.
“…They stabbed her. They stabbed her and killed her.”
Sandie strolled into Sadie’s office wearing a woman’s business suit by Chanel with Gucci heels. She babbled away on her phone until noticing the expression on Sadie’s face. A haunted expression, reserved for those who’d witnessed a horrendous crime against humanity.
“What’s wrong?” Sandie asked, disconnecting her call.
Sadie pulled herself together, ignoring the ominous tremor running up and down her spine. She opened and closed both hands and made eye contact with Sandie.
“Gia just called. Lilian was found dead in Clay Terrace. She’d been stabbed to death,” Sadie said.
“What!” Sandie almost yelled. “Are you serious?”
“Let’s go,” Sadie said, flying out of her office.
Sandie followed suit. Sadie hopped into her ruby red 2012 XKR Jaguar Coupe and put the 510 horses beneath its hood to work. She and Sandie headed to the morgue to meet Gia.
***
“She’d been fuckin with this nigga around there. And I kept tellin her he wasn’t worth shit. This dirty ass nigga. But she kept fuckin with him. She was fallin in love or some shit. And I thought it would pass. But it didn’t. Then she started acting strange and takin E pills and smoking K-2 and crazy shit. That’s why she kept asking for time off. And she got killed around there. Some of them jealous bitches,” Gia sobbed.
Sadie sat there, listening solemnly. She inhaled deeply on her cigarette. Painful memories of her mother’s death stormed through her mind. The beating. Her being slapped across the floor. How incredibly large the man appeared to be to the six year old Sadie.
“Smack-Smack-Smack.”
“…They’re all tricks…”
Sadie was furious that Lilian had been murdered. She was deeply saddened. It was as if she’d lost one of her flock.
“Gia, why didn’t I know any of this? Why didn’t ANYONE make me aware of this?” Sadie asked, glaring at Gia.
“I told her not to tell you. I didn’t want you to fire Lilly,” Madelyn blurted.
Sadie’s chest heaved. Her eyes were pearls of ice. She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to relax.
“I’ve been very open with all of you from the beginning. What I condone here is NOT legal. The risks we all take on a daily basis can quickly become life threatening. We have to protect each other. BUT NOT FROM EACH OTHER. No matter what the outcome, let me know what’s going on. I’ll do all I can for you. I’m here for you. I’m in this with you,” Sadie said.
Gia began to cry again. Madelyn wrapped her arms around her.
“I’m sorry,” Madelyn said.
One thing Sadie had learned was that Lilian’s death hadn’t occurred while she was on a scheduled date set up by Nu Shu’s. And if there were any reliefs in this picture, that was one of them.
***
Sadie stepped into the Olive Garden and was directed to her reserved table. She took a seat, stunning in nothing but Jimmy Choo with accessories by Robert Cavalli, and waited for her $5,000 date.
He seemed to appear out of nowhere. Shocked, Sadie held her composure as she stared at the familiar face of Mr. Lyle Bernstein.
“Allison Houston, I presume?” Mr. Berstein said, towering over her.
“Lyle,” she responded, extending her hand.
Lyle kissed Sadie’s hand and took a seat. He leaned back into his chair and eyed Sadie with an expression only his passionate face was capable of making. He said nothing for quite some time. Sadie also held her tongue, waiting.
“Why, Allison? Why?” he asked, startling her.
There was no simple answer for such a question. Her lower lip began to quiver. Her entire face started to twitch. Her eyes turned to pools of clear liquid. And as if she’d been stabbed in the heart, the tears burst forth.
“I’m so sorry Lyle. I’m so sor… ...ry,” she wailed, bringing the large napkin to her face while tears streamed.
Several people glanced in her direction. Lyle, caught off guard by this reaction, didn’t seem to know what to do. He turned his head to the left, then to the right; his expression now turning helpless.
“Please don’t hate me, Lyle. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, afraid to look up just yet to see if this charade was working.
Lyle ran over to her chair and began consoling her. The two of them conversed for quite some time until she’d convinced him that she was a dope fiend. He reluctantly accepted her explanation and the fact that she was now in debt over $400,000.
“That’s why I work for this escort service. These clothes, this jewelry, none of this shit is mine. I’m a junky Lyle. And I can’t stop. I don’t know how to stop. I almost work for free. I wish I could make it up to you.”
Surely a drug addict, a heroin addict at that, couldn’t be held responsible for her actions, Sadie thought with an inner smirk.
“Anything I can do to help Allison. God, you’re beautiful,” Lyle said, touching her face.
***
“They call em snuff and DR, short for date rape. Not exactly the most glamorous movies you wanna see, but you don’t have to watch em. It’s uh, live, ya know. Live rape and kill shit. But enough about that part. These babies easily sell in the triple digit thousands in months. Think abou
t it. These babies go for $200 a shot. Off-load em at $100 a shot and 1,000 gets you $100,000 easy. It’s like sellin caskets. It ain’t like you’re killin the people you’re sellin em to or the people in em. Don’t even look at the movies. But, I’m tellin you, this shit is hotter than a deep fryer at Denny’s.
And hey, I ain’t the kina guy who would try to sell anything to anybody. But you’re official out here. I know that. You get caught with just ONE of these babies and you’re dead. Life in prison.
But on a positive note, if you push 100,000 of these movies at half price, which is quick and easy to do, you’ll be sittin on $10 million. And if you push 100,000 of em at full price, you’ll be sittin on $20 million. The most disgusting shit sells the best. Whatta you say? You got to pay to play baby,” the Cricket said. “Give it some thought and talk to me. I’ll even throw in some existing clientele.”
Sadie’s greedy mind was racing.
***
“I’m interested,” Sadie said.
“You know you’re risking your LIFE?” Cricket asked.
“No risk, no reward,” she responded without so much as batting a lash.
Chapter 12
Touching
February 2014
“… ‘And I told her to smile a little bit more often. She really had a beautiful smile, but she always kept this stone, I’m-so-mean, look on her face. It was almost scary. “Booooooooo.’ She might have well said it. ‘I’m going to eat you.’
“Do you know she got upset because I asked her to smile more. She demoted me. And she started looking at me even meaner,” Maurice “Moe” Garrett said, with lots of facial action and hand gestures.
Sadie slapped the table softly, laughing at “Moe’s” antics. “You are so silly,” she said, beaming. “She sounds like she was a miserable person.”
“I LOVE to see people happy and smiling. I mentioned these beautiful little kids for a few months. And I’d brought them with me to work. My coworkers loved them. Everybody was smiling and cuddling these kids and my supervisor, with her ‘I-want-to-eat-you-and-the-kids’ face, went crazy.