The next few months Ty and I spent together were nice. He took me shopping every week, made sure I always had a fresh manicure and pedicure, weekly beauty salon visits, and took me out to dinner every other night or so. He never took me to any fast food restaurants, always some swanky restaurant in Manhattan, Connecticut or New Jersey. One thing about him, he always stayed on me about school. He’d say “Summer you’re beautiful and smart. That’s a winning combination. With that you can go anywhere or do anything.”
It never got by me that he was always teaching me something, especially when we made love. It was like he enjoyed it, but I always felt like he was directing me. Summer move your pelvis to match my movement when I’m on top. When he’d be hitting it from the back, he’d demand that I meet him pound for pound, “throw it back, yeah like that, now slow up the pace and wind on it in a circular motion.” He’d say through pants and moans. It was always like I was in sex school with him and I wondered why.
One night at dinner, he seemed agitated. He got a call and he excused himself from the table, but I could hear him raising his voice as he walked away. It bothered me that he seemed to have a life outside of me that I knew nothing about. When he returned to the table I began probing.
“What was that all about?”
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” He said.
“Well I worry about you when we’re not together. Truth be told I don’t know anything about you. I mean I’ve known you since I was a kid, but I really don’t know YOU!” I said pointing at his nose.
“Listen Summer, I’m trying to make life better for you. That’s why I tell you to excel in school, I know you rusty but continue learn two more languages. Keep your shit tight. Don’t ever get caught slippin! There should not be one muthafuckin day that anyone can run into you and say DAMN she look like shit. Your hair, nails, body, everything should be on point at all times. I don’t care if you going to the muthafuckin store for some juice. You have to put an air out that you ARE the shit. Not that you trying to be, like these dirty bitches. No you are! Believe me baby, your day is coming and when it does, you are going to be a money maker!” Ty declared.
I must’ve had a look of confusion on my face. So Ty went on. “You see Carmen?” I nodded yes.
“Well how do you think she stay paid like she do? That bitch is making her paper because she knows how to get in a man’s head. Become they fantasy. You know what she’s missing? The brains. She has the beauty but not the brains. A rich man will fuck her, but he won’t take her to dinner out in public. I’m trying to build an empire where my clients can have the woman with the beauty, and the brains. These men like to attend all types of social events, and they like to have an intelligent woman on their arm. Not some dumb broad talking about music. Look here, I’m trying to mold you to be worldly. That’s why you have to continue your language studies. What are you taking now?” Ty asked as if he had not just blown my mind with his plans for me.
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing! You’re trying to mold me into becoming some whore?” I demanded.
“Call it what you want Summer. You like to fuck; I know that for sure. You hotter than a muhfucker, so why not get paid for that pussy?”
“I thought you loved me! I thought you were my man, not my pimp.” I said, as the water streamed down my face.
“I am your man Summer, your main man. I will never let anyone hurt you. I will protect you and make sure you have all the luxuries that life has to offer. Summer this poor, project shit is ridiculous. You can get out of that shit and live the life you were destined to live. I’ve been watching you for years and you have the heart to do this and do it well.”
“Take me home Ty. I’ve lost my appetite.” I said pushing my plate from in front of me.
Ty got up and pulled my chair out from the table. He threw some money down on the table and draped his arm over my shoulder as he always did. The ride home was silent he didn’t even turn on the radio. I could see him out of the corner of my eye looking over at me whenever he got a chance.
When we pulled up to my building he got out and opened my car door. Ty tried to peck me on the lips but I just kept walking. As I waited for the elevator doors to open, I wondered how he could do me that way. As if it was my lucky day, off steps Carmen looking like a runway model in a short gray rabbit fur coat and some tight True Religion jeans. She stopped in front of me and smiled. I was not in the mood for her bullshit that day and was quite ready to hand her, her ass on a plate.
“Summer, why so sad?” Carmen seemed genuinely concerned.
“I’m good. Thanks for asking.” I feigned appreciation.
“Well let me know if you ever want to talk. Twin.” She said and walked away.
I was stunned that she sounded genuine for a change, like she may have actually cared.
I thought about Ty’s proposition the whole night. I don’t think I slept a wink. I weighed the pros and cons of my new lifestyle. It could mean some financial independence for me, but it could also mean I could get caught up in some sleazy situations too.
I decided that if I was going to become Ty’s next protégé then some things were going to change. I pulled out an old suitcase from the closet and packed it with all the new clothes that Ty had brought me over the last couple of months. I called a cab and was about to make my way out the door when I heard my grandmother call me from her room.
“Summer, where in the hell do you think you’re going?”
“I’m leaving. I don’t want to live here anymore.” I said.
My grandmother laughed a hysterical laugh, as if I’d just told her a joke. She took a long hard pull on her cigarette before blowing circles of smoke in my face.
“Listen here, missy. You think cause you gittin some now that you can just up and move in with him? Well let me tell ya one thing! You think you too cute, what you smellin yoself now? That boy gon put yo ass on the curb just like Joe did to you and yo no good mama! Once he get tired of your ass it’s on to the next silly little bitch! You walk out this here door don’t think I’m gone take yo orphan ass back in for free. You come back here you gon be a paying tenant! Do I make myself clear?” My grandmother said as she poked me in the shoulder with the same hand that was holding her cigarette.
“Yes, I hear you. But I won’t be coming back.” I retorted.
“Well then get to steppin Miss Thing!” She demanded as she waved me off with her hand.
I heard the door slam behind me, and I hoped I never had to sleep in that broke down cramped bedroom again.
I arrived at Ty’s place without so much as a phone call. I stood outside of his building with my fancy clothes and raggedy suitcase, nervous that he would turn me away. I finally got up enough courage to ring the bell, and he buzzed me in without asking who it was. I was hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed when he saw me. I climbed the stairs to his floor, before I could knock, the door flung open and Ty whisked me up into his comforting arms. I knew then that everything would be okay.
Four
For the next couple of months’ things really didn’t change. I went to school everyday, prepared for college entrance exams, I frequented Ty on his business meetings and I sat there like a silent partner. I’d watch Ty so full of confidence talk about his flock of women and what he had to offer his clients. I was proud that Ty trusted me with the details of his business. I was introduced to the “staff” which included Carmen, the number one moneymaker. Krystal a twenty-two-year-old African American girl from the Bronx who had been working for Ty since she was seventeen. She was dark skinned with a funky short hair cut, and pretty lips. She had the features of someone of Native American descent. It looked like if she grew her hair out it would be really beautiful. Then there was Naomi. She was a girl of mixed heritage, I wasn’t exactly sure at first but she told me her mother was Japanese and her father African American. She was raised in Atlanta and had started pole dancing when she was fifteen in the Atlanta strip clubs. She said
she was turning cheap tricks and that Ty was a patron at the club in Atlanta and he made her an offer she could not refuse. Naomi went on to say “Ty is a real dude. You can’t get no better or no fairer. Bitches be dealing with men that’s straight up trying to jack them of they funds. One thing about Ty, he knows who do all the work, but we all know he is the muscle and frankly the brains.”
Last but not least there was Erin. She was a white girl from Denver who had money. She had green eyes, shoulder length blond hair, restalin injected lips, breast implants that she got for her sixteenth birthday, and the Kim Kardashian ass special that she received from her aunt’s Park Avenue plastic surgeon. Her father came from a long line of money from property investments. Erin just liked to fuck. I think she was a sex addict. She was a sophomore in College at a good University in the city. The money she made working for Ty just helped add to her Gucci bag collection. Erin liked the control her participation in the business gave her. She got to defy her parents and have fun at the same time. She met Ty at a club in Midtown Manhattan one night at a celebratory party for a music executive friend of Ty. Ty was chillin in VIP when a flock of scantily clad women, the majority of them White entered and started stripping. Ty received a Blow Job from Erin that would’ve given Superhead a run for her money. He decided to make her an offer she couldn’t refuse.
Initially, it bothered me that Ty had slept with all of these women, and now these women were becoming like family to me. They were really all the family I had outside of my brothers, and I didn’t hear from them much. I didn’t deal with Ashley or Cookie outside of school. They said I had changed since I started dating Ty and perhaps I had. I wasn’t impressed with the boys in school. They were just that, merely boys and if anything I needed a man. Ashley would tell me how she fucked Ant, or Rob and how they would cum so fast. I had no time for that bullshit. My man knew how to give it to me until I was satisfied. Ty taught me where to hold a man’s dick to stop him from cumming. He would say every time he was about to come “Summer grab the base and hold it. Yes, press that big vein right there. Good girl!” Then he would pick up speed again. He also taught me how to give good head.
“Use your mouth, no teeth, now lick the head, suck the tip. Deep throat it, take it as far down that throat as you can. Relax the back of your throat, Summer.” He would say this as he guided my head in the motion he thought was best.
Ty took his time making me the lover he thought every man would desire. “When you’re not in school, shower three times per day. You never know when a man is going to decide he wants to devour you, and the one thing he doesn’t want is a funky hot box.” Ty would lecture. I wondered when Ty would actually put all of his schooling to use. My curiosity was answered when we went out to dinner one night. He told me he had an important dinner with a client from Chicago that he wanted to loop into his business.
“Summer this man is walking paper. He has partial ownership in a sports team in Chi town, and he owns a lot of commercial real estate in New York. I want to be on his payroll!” Ty ranted.
We were sitting at a table sipping an expensive Merlot, in the back of a French restaurant on the West Side of Midtown, when a handsome Sandy hair white man approached our table. He had on an expensive looking black blazer, a baby pink button down shirt, a pair of jeans and some loafers. He extended his hand to Ty and said “Tyrell, it’s good to see you again.” He looked over at me and took his seat.
“Jim, this is Summer.” Ty said shaking Jim’s hand.
“Summer. Ahh, beautiful. I can see why you would be named Summer. You look refreshing yet hot.” Jim joked. I didn’t know whether or not to laugh so I just smiled.
We ate and I watched Jim watch me. I listened intently as Ty spoke of the potential account he could set up for Jim. He told Jim he could send his desires to him at any location around the world at his cost of course. Jim seemed pleased, and he sipped his wine and laughed heartily but rarely kept his eyes off me. I tried not to feel nervous at his prying eyes. I could feel him undressing me with them. I sipped on my Merlot hoping to create a buzz that would give me some confidence.
“So, Summer. Are you interested in partying with me in this cold city tonight?” Jim asked me without asking Ty. I looked over at Ty hoping he would interject, and say no. I was disappointed when Ty smiled and shook Jim’s hand.
“Summer is worth more than average and as such, her fee is set at a different schedule.” Ty said.
“Are you trying to insult me? Do I look like I have money issues? I can pay for whatever I want, and I’m sure Summer is included.” Jim said sarcastically.
I sat there feeling like a cheap outfit, I was sold to the highest bidder without so much as a word.
“Summer would you like to leave with me or shall I expect you in say half an hour?” Jim said as he signed the credit card receipt the waiter had left for him.
I looked at Ty for an answer, but he just gave me the “you know what to do look.”
“I’ll accompany you now.” I said and smiled.
We arrived by town car to the swanky Condo right off the West Side Highway. The doorman greeted Jim. “Good evening sir.”
“Yes, and what an evening it is.” Jim said as he gave the doorman a sly smile.
We got on the glass elevator and Jim just smiled at me. I tried to give him a sexy smile back, but I was so nervous. When we arrived at his apartment, I was amazed. I thought Ty had a nice place but this place was spectacular. It was a duplex that had a spiral staircase and extremely high ceilings. The furniture was art deco and it looked like it was furnished directly from one of those home and garden magazines.
“Can I get you a cocktail, you seem a little tense.” Jim offered.
“Yes, if you have gin and cranberry juice that’d be nice.” I answered.
“Coming right up! I watched Jim as he made my drink. So tell me Summer, have you been in the business long?” Jim asked.
“Actually no. To be perfectly honest, you should be honored. You’re my first client.” I said.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes I am. But don’t worry, I have no doubt you’ll enjoy your time with me.” I said feeling confident.
“Oh, Summer I have no doubt about that. You see, you exude a sexiness that’s natural. You’re so beautiful. I hope you don’t mind but what are you? I mean where did you get that blond hair from? Is it natural?” Jim asked as he rubbed his fingers through my hair and handed me my cocktail.
I froze for a moment, thinking about how I didn’t know my father. I warmed up when I remembered my father worked at the local Social Security office at one point so he couldn’t be Jim.
“I’m of African American and Caucasian ancestry.” I offered.
“That’s what I thought.” Jim said as he gently rubbed my face.
I took a large gulp of my cocktail at the feel of his hand on my skin.
I took Jim’s index finger into my mouth and sucked it mockingly. I saw Jim close his eyes, reveling in the feeling. Jim kissed me and I reciprocated. I liked his gentle touch. I stepped back and removed my clothes so he could see what he was getting. Jim had his hand on his crotch stroking the outside of his pants. I slid my panties off and through them at Jim so he could get a sniff, but I kept on my heels. I did a slow seductive dance although there was no music playing. I switched my way over to Jim and straddled him. He grabbed my ass as we kissed and I slowly grinded my hips into his crotch leaving a wet spot on his pants. Jim flipped me over and kissed his way down to my neatly trimmed crotch. He opened it and licked and sucked then he kissed his way down my legs to my feet. He took off my shoe and placed my big toe in his mouth and sucked it like he was sucking a dick. He put two fingers in my crotch and used his thumb to play with my clit as he sucked my toe. I had my eyes closed enjoying the feeling, until I heard Jim let out a growl like moan, he fell over out of breath. At first I wondered what was happening, but then I recognized the gasps and figured he had come all over himself, in his pants before I could
even get to release him.
Jim sat with his head back on the seat of the couch and his butt on the floor. He huffed until he fell off into a deep sleep. I got up and walked throughout the condo. I decided to use the shower in the bathroom that was located in the master bedroom because of its size. I had never been in a bathroom that size. It was pale peach in color with deep orange marble covering the sink top and the top to the Jacuzzi bath. There was a separate all glass see-through stand up shower. I decided to use that so I could clean off quickly. After I got out of the shower I laid on Jim’s big King sized bed and let his satin sheets soothe me to sleep.
I awoke to find Jim snuggled up next to me. He was asleep naked as the day he was born, but so was I. I rubbed his dick till it woke up. I felt sorry for the guy, I knew I would be leaving shortly and I decided I wanted to make sure he got his money’s worth. I got a rubber from my purse and I rolled it on his dick. A dick that definitely broke the stereotype that white men were all small. He was lying on his back with his eyes cracked slightly open with a crafty smile. I mounted Jim and moved my hips methodically up and down. He held on to the sides of my hips and groaned. Jim decided to flip me over and lay me flat on my stomach. He pushed and pumped and I creamed enjoying every bit of him. I let him bang as hard as he could and I pushed myself rhythmically to meet his motion. Jim picked up the pace and fell over on me, breathing his hot breath in my ear.
He rolled off of me and was almost asleep before he said with his breath heavy, “Summer I left you a little extra in the envelope on the bar, call and my Car Service will take you home.”
I smiled, jumped in the shower, grabbed my earnings and headed home.
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