I shook my head as I watched Kandi’s tongue swirl and do all types of tricks to make Reign come. When she did her body jerked and convulsed uncontrollably. That shit looked so fucking good, but unfortunately, I was going home to an empty bed.
Okay, they were having too much damn fun. It was time to move on to the next step in my application process.
“Serenity. I already know you can suck the hell out of a dick, so you don’t have to stick around for this one if you don’t want to,” I told her.
Miss Kitty and Reign looked like they were ready to suck some dick. By the time it was said and done, I knew that I’d chosen the cream of the crop. I had three fine ass bitches with banging bodies who could fuck and suck dick like pros. It wasn’t no laying on their backs and just looking cute. Those bitches put in work. I was in the money and it was time to make it do what it do.
Sweet Nectar Entertainment would be up and running by the next week and I was ready to feed my pockets. The website was set up to take money directly that would be put into a bank account that only I could assess. Then the girls would be paid. The clients were encouraged to tip the girls a little extra to hold them until it was time to be paid.
The girls didn’t seem to be too fond of the idea, but I quickly swayed them in the other direction. All I had to do was tell them how much they could potentially make with one client.
“They will be paying by the hour. Once they give their credit or debit card number, they’re charged. Even if you don’t give them no pussy they’re charged. This isn’t a bunch of Washington’s being thrown at you while you work a nasty, germy ass pole. From now on it’ll be straight Benjamins. Real money. If you spend two hours with a nigga you already got almost five stacks. Imagine a whole weekend with a mogul or boss ass nigga.”
That was all I had to say. Those bitches were in.
* * *
Instead of going home to my empty house, I decided to meet up with Cherie for a few drinks. We ended up at the Suite Lounge, which was a hot spot located downtown on Luckie Street. I had to let her know that with all of the business planning, I was still working on Serg’s birthday party.
The location had already been picked out and all we needed to do next was get the word out. One of my old clients at the marketing firm was a DJ at a local radio station and I’d already asked him to run a spot for me.
“Oh yes boo, The Vertanas is so perfect,” Cherie shrieked as I showed her the pictures.
“Full bar, fire pit and the perfect view of the city. I’m getting this DJ I know who works at 103 to advertise it and he’s going to DJ too. I told you I’m working boo. Now all I need to do is hire bartenders, some sexy shot girls and security. I already have that in the works, so don’t worry.”
“So, Serg is suspicious. He just knows I’m throwing him a bangin’ ass party and I keep playing dumb. I doubt he’ll be surprised, but we still have to keep it from him.”
I laughed. “He knows you won’t let him turn the big three o without turnin’ up.”
Cherie sipped her martini with a smile. “Yup, he knows his sister.”
As I glanced behind Cherie, I spotted somebody that made my jaw drop.
“Oh fuck. You won’t believe who’s here,” I told her as I took a swig of my Long Island Iced Tea.
“Who?” She asked looking back.
“Don’t look back bitch.” I rolled my eyes, because it was already too late. She’d turned her head all the way around like the girl on The Exorcist.
“Oh shit, is that…?”
“Brielle. Damn sure look like her. I ain’t seen that bitch in years.”
“Me either.”
“Damn,” I hissed as my mood shifted.
Maybe I should’ve just took my ass home and masturbated.
“I doubt it’ll be a problem. It’s not like ya’ll been beefin’ the past few years.”
With a smirk, I let out a sarcastic grunt. “That bitch don’t want none. I got a lot of pent up anger goin’ on, so I’d light that hoe up.”
“My gun’s in the car bitch. Behave. You know I’ll use it.”
I laughed. “I know you will crazy. I thought she had moved away with some bitch.”
Cherie shrugged. “I guess she’s back, or maybe she’s just visitin’.”
“I’on know, or care, but she just better stay the fuck away from me. The only bitch I want to fuck up over Kamal is Jordan. I ain’t ‘bout to keep fightin’ Brielle over a man that neither one of us got.”
“You know that wasn’t just about Kamal. It was deeper than that.”
I sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m just so over it already.”
“Hmm, I feel ya boo. We’re too damn grown for the bullshit.”
“Right.”
Brielle must’ve spotted us, because next thing I knew, she was standing beside me. There was a huge smile on her face and I couldn’t tell what that meant. The hoe actually looked happy to see me.
“Heyyyyy Sasha!” She yelled as if we were old friends or something.
“Uh, hey Brielle,” I responded in confusion.
What the hell was up with her?”
“It’s so good to see you. Hey Cherie”
Cherie simply waved and went back to bobbing her head to the music that was playing.
“So…what do you want Brielle?” Playing games wasn’t my forte. The bitch was talking to me for a reason.
“I just saw you and I wanted to come over and apologize. I’m back in Atlanta for good now and part of my twelve step program is to right my wrongs, or at least ask for forgiveness. I was just mad at you because I wanted to be like you. You’re just so strong minded and…beautiful…and I felt so inferior to you.” She took a deep breath and then put her hand to her chest. “I had to get that out. It’s a good thing I ran into you. Now I feel so much better.”
Twelve step program? That bitch just got out of rehab?
“Uh, okay. I accept your apology.” My voice was flat and uninterested.
That was so she could leave me the hell alone.
“See, I’m a recovering alcoholic…and I’m tryin’ to stay on the straight and narrow.”
Rolling my eyes toward the ceiling, I wondered why she was in a lounge that sold alcohol then. That was a recipe for disaster.
“How’re you and Kamal?” That question caught me off guard.
“Not together anymore. He’s with Jordan now.”
Brielle’s eyes widened. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”
“Nah, not at all. He left me for Jordan. I guess you were doin’ me a favor that I didn’t take advantage of. I should’ve left his ass when I found out about…you two.”
Brielle nodded. “I’m sorry things turned out that way.”
She seemed to be genuine, but I didn’t know how to take her.
“It’s okay. I’m sure it’s for the best.” The look on my face had to let her know that I was sick of the conversation.
“Well, that’s it. I just wanted to come over and talk to you. Now I gotta get to work,” Brielle said.
“You work here?” I wondered.
“Yeah, I’m the manager. I just started a few weeks ago.”
The wheels in my head started turning. Since Brielle wanted to make amends, that was fine with me. Suite Lounge was a hot spot and there was plenty of potential clientele lurking around. My new found amicable relationship with Brielle may just work in my favor.
“Wow, congratulations.” There was a slick grin on my face. “We should keep in touch Bri. Let’s exchange numbers.”
She was game of course and after we exchanged numbers she went off to do her job.
“Uh, why the hell did you exchange numbers with her?” Cherie looked at me like I was plum crazy.
“She manages one of the hottest spots in the city. Look around. This bitch is packed and these niggas got money to spend. That’s clientele.”
“Ohhh,” she said thoughtfully. “Got ya. You slick bitch.’
I winked at my friend. “Well, you know how
I do.”
We high fived and then finished off our drinks. Signaling the bartender, I reached in my purse to grab my wallet. The tall, brown skinned chick sauntered over to take my drink order.
“Let me get another Long Island.”
She smiled pleasantly when I proceeded to pass her a twenty-dollar bill. “It’s on the house. Brielle told me not to charge you and your guest for your drinks.”
“Oh, wow. Tell her thank you.”
Cherie spoke up then. “Well, in that case let me get another sour apple martini.”
Oh yeah, shit was working in my favor already.
Chapter 10
By the time Serg’s birthday party rolled around a month or so later, my business was booming. Everything was in place and I was up to ten girls. At that point that was enough for me and the money was rolling in. In a month’s time we’d already grossed over a million dollars. Of course the funds had to be distributed to everybody and my cut was over two hundred thousand alone.
That made me very optimistic about the future. With the help of Brielle, clientele was booming. Not only was she the manager at the Suite Lounge, but she was also a club promoter. That gave her access to so many people. We kind of had a sort of partnership in a way, which was not what either of us had expected. Making money together made us put our differences aside.
Everything looked legal from my end, so there were no questions about the large amount in my bank accounts. After all, my earning history had always been in a high bracket. The IRS wouldn’t be a problem either because I actually had a tax ID number. The girls were presented as models, dancers and actresses who were hired for different jobs and events. There was nothing illegal about that. Wink, wink.
“I’m right down the street boo,” Cherie said with the wind whipping in the background.
I was already at the spot, because the party was about to start in an hour. The set up and decorations were amazing. We’d even rented two Jacuzzis that we had delivered. The bar was turned into a Tiki Bar, because it was a Hawaiian scene with fake palm trees and bright lights. Oh and the view of the city was amazingly breathtaking.
“Okay, you’re goin’ to love this Cherie. This shit is hot as fuck.”
“I know it is baby. That’s why I trusted your vision. Thank you so much for helping me pull this off. You’re the shit boo. Don’t let nobody tell you different. You put together a business and a bangin’ ass party at the same time, despite the hell you just went through. My bitch. I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me boo. Thank you for being here for me through the hell. I really appreciate you.”
“Of course. You know you my bitch.”
We laughed.
“I heard the line’s wrapped around the corner. They can’t wait to get up in here.”
“Oh shit, it’s gon’ be turnt the fuck up!” Cherie sounded majorly excited.
“Ok boo. Let me go make sure everything is straight at the bar. One of the bartender chicks is looking confused. I’ll see you when you get here.”
We ended the call and I made my way over to the bar.
“You okay Vicky?” I asked.
She was one of the four bartenders who had been hired for the night.
“Yes,” she said. “I was just lookin’ for something. I found it.”
A wave of relief washed over me. There was no way I needed anything to go wrong. It had to go down without a hitch, because I was ready to focus on getting that money. Planning a party took up more time than I had to give, but Serg and Cherie had both been there for me. Therefore, the sacrifice was worth it.
“Cool. Well, in that case, can I get a Long Island please. Make it strong.”
“No problem.” She walked off to make my drink and then I felt somebody put their hands over my eyes.
When I looked back it was Cherie and we hugged.
“This shit’s amazing bitch. You did that.”
We slapped each other five.
“True, I did.” Laughing with my girl, I took a look around at the scenery in approval.
The rooftop was starting to get packed with partiers and we knew that Serg and his boys would be there soon. I’d even invited the girls, so they could work the crowd and get some more clients. I saw every occasion as a networking opportunity.
“Okay, Memphis just texted and said they’re at the door. Make sure everything’s in place for when Serg walks in,” Cherie let me know.
I rushed off so that the DJ would know to turn the music off for just a second. When Serg walked through the doors that led to the roof, we were all going to surprise him. When he finally made his entrance with his entourage in tow, he was shocked when we all screamed, “Surprise!”
The DJ got on the mike. “Happy birthday Serg! This is your night my nigga, so turn the fuck up!”
Everybody clapped and screamed as the music started up again.
Serg shook his head as he made his way over to us. He hugged Cherie and then kissed her cheek. After that he hugged me.
“I don’t know how you did this shit without me knowin’. I mean, I knew you was gonna do something, but I ain’t expect this.” He looked around. “This shit’s hot.”
“Glad you approve bro, but Sasha pulled all of this together herself. I knew that I couldn’t do it, but I wanted to do something special for you.”
Serg looked at me and a huge smile spread across his lips. “You did the damn thing ma.”
I smiled back. “Thanks. Happy birthday.”
“We ‘bout to pop some bottles out this bitch!” Serg pounded his boys up.
“Drink up, but don’t get close to the edge. I don’t want nobody falling off this damn roof,” I joked, although the thought wasn’t really funny.
We all laughed.
“Jacuzzis, half naked bitches and shit. Hell yeah,” one of Serg’s other boys said as they walked off to the bar.
Cherie looked at me as she raised her martini glass. “A toast.”
I lifted my glass too.
She continued. “To a successful party…and life. Thank you friend.”
“No problem love. Oh and to a new beginning and mo’ mufuckin’ money.”
We clinked our glasses together as we laughed. It felt so good to genuinely enjoy life. It had been almost three months since my husband left me for my best friend, but I was okay. Truthfully, I did miss them both, but I was glad that I hadn’t heard from them. My focus for now was on myself. I’d get them later.
* * *
Hot chicks walked around with trays full of drinks and shots with flames coming from them. The atmosphere was definitely party central, because everybody was having a ball. The Jacuzzis were full of half-naked chicks and the niggas were rubbing up on ass and trying to take something home for the night.
“Damn, time is flyin’,” I said with a sigh.
“I know right. It’s already two fifteen,” Cherie agreed. “I’m fucked up.”
I nodded. “Me too. That damn blunt full of Kush did it.”
Cherie giggled. “I got another one.”
“Fire it up then. Might as well smoke. I ain’t got nothin’ to do when I get home, but get in an empty ass bed.”
“Girl bye. You see all these fine, ballin’ ass niggas in here. When are you gonna get back out there and try to meet somebody?”
“Meet somebody? I haven’t dated since high school. I was with the same man for years. I don’t know how to meet somebody.”
“Look at you.” Cherie said with a shocked look on her pretty face. “You’re gorgeous. It won’t be hard.”
I sighed. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’m ready for…”
“Nobody said you had to be serious about somebody right now, but ain’t nothing wrong wit’ gettin’ your back banged out. Shit, I’m single, but I gets me some on the regular honey. Ain’t no cobwebs on this pussy.”
I laughed. “Shit, mine is covered in cobwebs, and dust. It’s sad. I can sell sex, but I can’t get none.”
“Oh, bitch, you c
an get some. You’re a woman. Gettin’ sex is not a problem for you. Believe me.”
She was right, but I wasn’t one to just fuck a random nigga. I was accustomed to being in a relationship and had gotten used to the married life. There was no way I could just change my ways and start getting my fuck on just for the hell of it. It just wasn’t me, which was ironic with the profession I had.
Cherie fired the blunt up and then passed it to me. “Oh shit,” she spat as she looked at her phone. “I’ll be right back boo. Looks like it’s something in the works for me to get me some dick tonight. I gotta take this call.”
She walked off all fast to find a quieter place to talk. I puffed the blunt and looked at the beautiful landscape of the city’s lights. The view was actually very breathtaking and it made me appreciate what I’d been blessed with. My husband and best friend were no longer in my life, but that was probably for the best. Neither of them deserved me anyway. Their disloyal asses deserved each other. Then I thought about it, I still hadn’t received any divorce papers. At that moment I wondered what course of action I was going to take against the two people who had betrayed me in the worst way. Divorcing Kamal just wasn’t enough.
“A penny for your thoughts,” a familiar voice rung out behind me.
I turned on my heels and was staring into the face of the dude I’d been crushing on for most of my life. As fine as he was, he was still my closest friend’s brother. That in itself made shit complicated as I thought about Cherie telling me to meet somebody.
“I was just enjoyin’ the view.”
Serg nodded. “Yes, it’s really beautiful.”
“I know right. You just never realize how beautiful something is until you take the time out to really look at it.”
“Yup,” he agreed. “You could have something that is so beautiful right there under your nose, but you just don’t realize how much until you really take the time to look. That is so true Sasha. I can relate to that.”
Something told me that he wasn’t just talking about the view of the city, but I didn’t want to read too much into his words. Instead I puffed the blunt and passed it to him.
“You enjoyin’ yourself?” He was making me feel some type of way and I was trying to defy it.
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