Sadie Whyte: The Lust of my Life

by HD HOTEP

  “Before she fired me…”

  “She fired you?” Sadie asked, shocked.

  “Yes. She was a terrible somebody. I also think she was a little jealous because she knew I’d recently broken my leg, and that’s why the Ravens let me go, but I had what she considered ‘plenty of money’. She just hated me,” Moe said, with a bright, even-toothed smile. “She knew I didn’t need the job.”

  Sadie shook her head, staring at Moe. He stood 6'2" tall. He still maintained the athletic build of a professional ball player. He was well groomed and neat at all times. Sadie had dated him on numerous occasions since their original date as early as April 2013. And he’d NEVER once attempted to have sex with her. He’d also become one of her regulars.

  “I don’t wish to cut an evening short Moe, but I’m so tired. Could we get a suite and relax? Please,” she said, placing her hand on top of his.

  Moe glanced around the restaurant with the gleeful eyes of a kid on a field trip. His hand had flinched upon Sadie’s touch. He broke into a wide grin, stretching his goatee.

  “Uh, sure. Sure we can.”

  “I don’t bite, Moe,” she said, batting her lashes. But I do want to eat you, she thought devilishly.

  “You know, you’ve got this Elizabeth Taylor/Pam Grier thing going on,” he said, moving his body like a ghost for emphasis. “Were you ever a model or an actress?”

  Sadie grabbed his hand after he’d written the check and began leading him away from the table. “No, I haven’t. But thanks for the compliment. I don’t think I’m attractive enough or talented enough for either job.”

  “I disagree. You’ve got most of those starving little women beat, hands down. Why are they so skinny and bony?” he asked, heading out of the restaurant.

  ***

  Sadie sat on the sofa, her heels removed from her feet, her upper body pressed beneath Moe’s arm while watching ‘The Romantics’.

  “I’m not sure you’re aware of who or what you really are, Sadie,” he said in a soft tone. “You’re intelligent, independent, in a world used to being run by men, and you’re beautiful.”

  Sadie pressed herself further into him. “What do you mean, ‘I don’t know who I real am?’” she asked, furious that he hadn’t attempted to make a move on her yet, in months.

  “I mean, outside of all the pre-thought-out movements or comments, outside the brand name clothing, the stereotypes and stuff. Have you ever thought of throwing all that stuff on the floor, letting your hair down?! Forgetting what people have to say about your actions or opinions. Forgetting the makeup and material things. Just throwing all that on the floor and really being you? That’s what I mean,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. “I bet THAT ‘you’ makes the ‘you’ I’m used to seeing look like a two on the scale of 1-10.”

  Sadie moved away from him, giving him an indignant look. “Are you saying I’m a-”

  “Get up Sadie. Stand up and jump up and down on the sofa.”

  “N… no,” she said.

  Moe took off his shoes and began jumping up and down on the sofa with a bright smile quickly becoming cheerful laughter.

  “Why can’t you be you, Sadie? What are you afraid of? Your hair might get messed up? You might not look perfect? Someone might see you? Throw all that stuff on the floor Sadie. Enjoy being you. Let go of that stuff that makes you afraid to let your hair down and have fun. I played a game for a living and I made millions. I’m single because I refuse to play games when it comes to my life. Come on Sadie. No one’s watching. Jump up and down on the sofa with me,” he said, smiling, extending his hand.

  Sadie had absolutely no idea what had come over her. But she found herself jumping up and down on the sofa with this very strange yet attractive, charming gentleman… and laughing, enjoying herself in a way she was not accustomed to.

  ***

  “I hate the bitch. If I divorce her, she’ll take me to the fuckin cleaners, Sadie. I have no idea what happened to her over the years. I fuckin gave her everything. Everything you could imagine,” Wilber strong said, veins protruding from the side of his head.

  He shot up out of his seat, ignoring the band playing on the Spirit of Washington, a party boat that cruised up and down the Potomac River. He’d acquired the entire shebang for this evening with Sadie. The fact that it was normally reserved for kids’ proms meant nothing.

  “She’s driving me insane Sadie. And you sit here and listen to me on a regular basis. You appear to understand, but you never say anything. I mean, what the fuck should I do? I haven’t fucked her in so long, I can’t even fit my dick in her. She just exists to torment me,” he rambled on.

  Sadie lit a Virginia Slim and gazed out at the sparkling water. Wilber was paid. And he had no problem forking over as much as it took to keep Sadie satisfied. He was also strapped like her good buddy ‘Totem Pole’ Black at her production company, which was an added plus. However, his topics of conversation sucked.

  “But, at least you listen to me. That old hag just ignores me and spends my fuckin money,” he said, sitting back down.

  You can always make me the beneficiary to all your money and then jump in the river, Sadie thought.

  “What are you smiling about?” Wilber asked, shooting back out of his chair.

  “You look like you need some sexual healing, Honey,” she said, boldly grabbing his crotch while glancing to both sides quickly.

  “You might be right,” he said, her paranoia becoming contagious.

  Wilber began to appraise Sadie with his eyes like a gourmet meal, literally licking his lips. Sadie, knowing what such an acknowledgment meant in terms of funds and pleasure, grew moist.

  “Take me somewhere and fuck me good Daddy,” she purred. “Forget about your wife for a moment. You’re with Sadie now.”

  Chapter 13

  Life is a Gamble

  February, 2014

  Sadie sat at her desk, her heart thudding like the bass in a Lady Ga Ga song. Her face was sharp and tight. Her phone was ringing off the hook. Her several e-mail accounts were full beyond capacity.

  “The police ran in there on them like it was some sort of sting operation or something. They caught Bella and Reena just about red handed. And both dates had been set up by Nu Shu’s,” Sandie reported, sitting in her chair with her back bone-straight.

  Sadie exhaled the cigarette smoke she had forgotten she’d been holding in her lungs. She glanced out her window, running her hand through her flowing hair.

  “I need you to make sure they make bond as soon as possible. You’ve got access to the funds you need. After that, all we’ve got is time to tell us what they said or didn’t say to the police,” Sadie said.

  “You think they-”

  “We’ll let time tell us…”

  ***

  Sadie floated through the streets of DC like a Queen in an Executive Series Lincoln, chauffer driven. Her ear stayed glued to the phone. She hit a button.

  “Driver, take me to the following address.”

  Sadie’s driver dropped her off at a neutral location, full of warehouses off of Bladensburg Rd in Northeast, DC. She hopped out of the car wearing faded jeans, shoe-boots, and a baseball cap with her hair tucked in a bun beneath it. She wore an off brand jacket and she carried no purse or ID.

  Sadie entered the warehouse after she was buzzed in. And within minutes, she was staring at hundreds of DVD’s in black cases. Each case was numbered.

  “You’ve got it all, snuff, D.R., everything you need; all the good stuff. The stuff that floats this country, believe it or not. I’ve also included a list of existing clients who will shock the novice. One of em was just on TV backin a favorite candidate,” Cricket said with a yellow toothed smirk.

  Sadie looked around, admiring the scenery. “How can I be sure of what I’m getting?” she asked.

  Cricket’s smile grew wider. “We gotta portable DVD player set up for ya. Take your pick. Each number stands for a preference. Ha Ha. Enjoy.”

  Taking
note of the few others standing in the warehouse, she briefly glanced at several types of movies. When it came to the kind of movie Cricket had told her she could get a life sentence for, Sadie’s heart banged in her chest. She cut it off, panting, her face growing flush.

  Cricket began to laugh. “A weak stomach, huh?”

  Sadie remembered her mother being beaten and killed after being raped. She remembered being slapped across the room. She remembered how large the gentleman had appeared to be through her six year old eyes.

  She remembered Byron Blount’s words from years ago. “…three hottest commodities in this county are…? ...drugs, mainstream religion, and pornography…”

  She also remembered the figures Cricket had quoted for her. “…100,000 of em at full price. You’ll be sittin on $20 million…You got ta pay to play baby…”

  Sadie pulled herself together. “There’s something you didn’t mention,” she said.

  “Oh, we’ve got your master burner. We’ve got ya. I’ve been doing this for some time,” Cricket responded.”

  *****

  “…separate a mark from his money…”

  As Sadie headed back home after having set up the pick-up for her first shipment of “advanced” porn, she realized she’d found yet another way to separate “marks” from their money. And the money making potential surpassed anything she’d done yet.

  When Sadie got home that night, ironically, Moe invaded her mind. She gave him a call while lying in her king size canopy, four-poster bed. She got no answer. She called him again, changing her mind each time; she almost decided to leave him a message.

  Laying back with her arms wrapped around her oversized pillow with the frilled border, she reminisced about the times she and Moe had spent together. She’d grown to hate when he disappeared for weeks.

  “People don’t care anymore. People fall and hurt themselves and others laugh. People see others getting hurt and they keep walking. Like “better than me”.

  “I remember doing a little time for assault. A guy was in an alley trying to rape this girl. He was beating this poor girl. I shot over there and ended up losing my mind whipping this guy’s tail. The girl ran. I got a little time. But I’d do it again. I CARE what happens to people. Plus, I HATE women beaters.”

  “And would you believe that I CARE about you, Sadie,” he’d said, beginning to massage her shoulders.

  Sadie squeezed the pillow between her legs, smiling to herself. Moe would not leave her mind on this night. She also thought about her mother. And for the first time in life, she actually questioned something she’d said.

  “…ain’t no good... men… the odds of you finding one is NONE…”

  *****

  “We are classy, professional, high maintenance and yet, down for whatever. We do it all. But Nushu’s Escorts, Inc. is not all about selling gorgeous bodies. Not at all. It’s about selling an experience. It’s about gestures, hints, body language, and seduction in the subtlest fashion.

  “Underneath it all, a man will naturally want to lay between the legs of a gorgeous woman. But we add to that the realistic possibility of this woman actually being attracted to him, feeling his vibes, actually into his topics of conversation. We add to the equation that possibility of a fine, classy lady falling head over heels for an average, boring, sometimes totally unattractive man. We sell an overall potential experience. We at Nushu’s cast spells and create long term clients. And by doing so, we live well, becoming a part and portion of these well-to-do men’s lives, locking onto their pockets for the long run,” Sadie said, standing before her group of seven new escorts.

  “We are serious. You will be supplied with a week’s wardrobe. You will be given image consulting courses. And you will be given your own personal websites linked to our website. You will be a force to be reckoned with. And all I ask for from you is your loyalty and your best.”

  Sadie had rolled the proverbial dice on many occasions. But, with Nushu’s Escorts, Inc., Sadie had bet the entire pile. And so far, she was winning in a major way.

  “Sadie is the shit,” Lacy blurted from the back of the room.

  Chapter 14

  Biz Boom

  April, 2014

  Sadie felt that she’d chosen her battles wisely. She’d cruised by women she once idolized, far surpassing their accomplishments. She knew of many streetwalkers from Harlem who’d began “banging”, shooting heroin into their veins. She knew of women her age who’d been on the grind with her at her earlier stages in life who now were obese, ugly, and drug addicted. Sadie had seen the writings on the wall early in life. Her goals had never stopped at merely surviving. No indeed. Sadie, in her own way, knew her worth. And she felt that she was worth more than the devastating fate of most whom had started out the way she had.

  Sadie had robbed, stolen from, lied to and swindled so many people over the course of her life that it was miracle fate hadn’t dealt her the hand of death. She’d been raised in a world of wicked, dog-eat-dog principles, and she really didn’t know much else. But, she’d forced herself to develop to a higher level, privately reading, taking various certifications and courses. And once the internet had gained mass appeal, Sadie had also learned all she could. But the knowledge she gained was still tied to the only way she’d ever learned to function: like a vicious she-wolf.

  Nushu’s Escorts, Inc was her halo company. The epitome of her life achievements. She planned to put no more than 36 months into Nushus and XXXtra Productions. Following that timeframe, she planned on sitting on so much that she would lay back and travel for the rest of her life. Maybe find her “soul mate”, if such a creature existed.

  “I’m making $25,000 -$45,000 per week with this ‘advanced porn’. Nushu’s is netting me triple digit thousands on an annual basis. And all of this stuff is growing like a horny trick’s dick,” Sadie said to herself while thumbing through a Cosmopolitan magazine.

  XXXtra was drawing women ready to take it all off on camera like bright lights draw bugs. Her “advanced porn” was mainly drawing wealthy and white collar white men like dog defecation drew flies. Nushu’s was acquiring a new name for itself. And Bella and Reena held strong under police pressure, proving their loyalty.

  Sadie’s phone rang. “Homicide or some FBI or politicians are coming!” Sandie yelled into the phone.

  Before Sadie could react to the news, she heard a solid knock on her office door. Three gentleman stepped inside, each flashing authentic identification with badges plainly visible.

  “FBI, Ms. Whyte. We’d like to have a few words with you if you don’t mind,” one of the three agents said with a smug expression on his face.

  Sadie glanced up at them without raising her head. She disconnected her call and spoke. “Sure. Have a seat,” she said. “If you don’t mind.”

  “No. I don’t think so. How about you taking a little trip with us… If YOU don’t mind,” the nicely dressed agent said with a touch of authority.

  “Yes sir,” Sadie said, cleaning up her desk, her heart giving her chest a pounding like a Jon Jones victim.

  Sadie the Lady, known to make such slick comments as “I’m a Lady. I don’t perspire,” was now growing moist beneath her arms. She held her chin high and followed the agents from her office. She was a life-long criminal. She’d had more brushes with law enforcement than some men had had pussy. But it went with the territory, she figured.

  *****

  “Ms. Whyte, are you familiar with this gentleman?” the cordial agent asked, sliding a picture across the table. Two other agents stood while the lead agent sat in front of Sadie in the sparsely furnished room.

  Sadie, attempting to remain calm, picked the picture up and glanced at it. Her eyes grew wide for a split second. Her heart took an extra beat. “Why? Should I know him?” she asked.

  Sadie stared at the picture again. And staring back at her was the well groomed face of Maurice “Moe” Garrett. She said nothing.

  “This gentleman, Ms. Whyte, has been imp
licated in a serious drug trafficking operation. We believe he’s been trafficking large quantities of cocaine base through several surrounding states within the Northeast region. We know you’ve escorted him on numerous occasions. And if you aren’t involved in cocaine trafficking, I suggest that you watch your company. We’re not sure but we believe he’s connected to some very suspicious people involved heavily in the illicit drug trade. You seem to be a professional woman about your business. This is simply a warning to you. Watch your company. If you’re not involved, there’s no need to get you pulled into something that could have a lasting negative effect on you. Has he mentioned anything you, you...”

  *****

  The news Sadie had just been given blew her mind. Moe? Moe Garrett? This is unbelievable. Involved in the drug trade? He’d certainly given no signs, no hints. Actually, Sadie would’ve never imagined it in a million years.

  Sadie visualized Moe in her mind. And unlike the effects that news of FBI investigations normally had on people, Sadie grew more infatuated with Moe as a result. Moe, a big time drug dealer, she thought.

  “…recently broken my leg… the Ravens let me go… but I had… plenty of money…”

  She allowed her mind to ponder the possibilities.

  *****

  “Ok, this can be related to an equity stock. A blue chip equity stock. It’s a safe investment. It’s secure. I gets lots of capital backing it. And over time, it’s expected to grow into a beautiful behemoth of a monster. And the return on such an investment is your ability to benefit from growing with the particular company. And this is what I’m preparing for you. You’re what I want and need. Forget this escorting stuff. Allow me to take you away from such a life, escorting men around for a living. You and I could grow together. And in time, we will really be something Sadie. You could become a permanent escort. I’d give you a handsome monthly allowance. You’d have access to all of my toys, the boats, cars, jet skis. All of that stuff. We could ride the wave of companionship like a booming bull market. I want you be my permanent escort Sadie. On paper, you can be my maid, personal trainer, personal assistant, secretary. You name it. I want you alone Sadie. It’s began to sicken me, the thought of you entertaining someone else,” Gabriel said, a bit of spittle flying into Sadie’s face.