6pm dinner
10 pm- 6am; fuck.
Sunday
9 am, breakfast
12 pm, Nooner
4 pm, Airport
He actually had it laid out like that. I was grateful to have a few hours to myself on Saturday between lunch and dinner, so I decided to head to the beach that was right outside the hotel. I stepped into the crystal blue water. It was so clear I could see the little stones I had added to my big toe during my pedicure. The sand was white and warm. I really had no intention of getting my four-hundred-dollar bathing suit wet when I got ready for the beach, but the water called me and I accepted its invitation.
On the last day of our little trip, I didn’t feel like doing my hair all extravagant just to have Nick pull my shit out by the root. I’d learned sex with him could get rough and rugged.
I had my hair slicked back into a tight bun. I knocked on the door to the suite and he opened it with a smile.
“Sweet Summer, I’ve been waiting for you.” He said as he got close to me and sniffed my neck like a hungry dog.
“I’m glad I could be of service to you, Mr. Stamatis.”
“Call me, Nick. I’m not Mr. Stamatis tonight, last night I was Mr. Stamatis, tonight for our final night in paradise I’m Nick.” He said as he palmed my ass.
I went and lay on the bed and hoisted my legs up in the form of a scissor and started unzipping the side zipper to my opened toed gladiator sandals slowly. I could see Nick unbuttoning his shirt exposing his extra hairy chest. My stomach started to churn at the thought of those long ass hairs in my mouth, yet I kept my composure and acted like just the sight of him was turning me on. Nick rushed over to me after he had removed his shirt. He attempted to remove my halter top, “slow down, Nick, I’m not going anywhere.” I said.
“I know I just can’t wait to have you.” Nick whispered with an accent.
I pulled my top over my head and slipped off my skirt, revealing my purple lace strapless bra and purple g-string. I stood up in front of Nick and he grabbed me aggressively. He threw me back on the bed and pulled down my g-string and went in face first like he was eating a delicacy. After I had come for the third time, he laid on the bed and put his hands behind his head. I mounted him and rode him until he was about to burst, but before he could, he grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over and demanded that I bend over. He pumped hard as he struggled to keep his breath. I threw it back at him knowing he couldn’t handle it. It felt really good. Within minutes he let out a yelp that let me know he was pleased. He fell over on the bed, panting.
“Summer, you are the best! If I wasn’t married, I’d marry you. I want to keep you for myself. How much?”
“You don’t have enough to keep me on your payroll twenty-four seven. But call me when you need me and I’ll make time for you. You have the dime, and I’ll make the time.” I said before bending over and pecking him on the lips. I took my shower and went to my suite to pack for our flight back home.
Business was going well; my girls were bringing in good money. With the exception of Carmen, the girls had been very loyal and posed no problems. One day Nikki and I were on our way from the Spa when my cell phone rang. I recognized the number as Mr. Baio, a very wealthy and well connected client who was fond of Erin. I answered the phone just knowing he was ordering her up for an extended stay.
“This is Summer.” I spoke into the receiver.
“Hi Summer, it’s me Maggie.” His secretary offered.
“Yes Maggie, what can I do for you? You’re placing an order for Erin?”
“Well yes, but I just wanted to let you know, that Carmen, called the office trying to solicit business. I hope I wasn’t too rude to her, but we are not in the business of solicitation. Mr. Baio has a very important place as an Official, and we can’t do business like that. As you know we expect discretion at all levels.” Maggie lectured.
“Maggie, you have to excuse me, but I’m a little caught off guard. Carmen has not worked for this business for almost a year. You know we offer total discretion given the sensitive nature of our work. I apologize on her behalf if she came off as some two bit street walker. I know Mr. Baio, has no interest in such prospects.” The steam was coming out of my ears.
“Yes well, she tried to act like you at first, and then she said you told her to call on your behalf.” Maggie offered.
“Maggie, do you still want to place the order for Erin?”
“Yes, Mr. Baio has a conference in Washington, and he’d like her there by six thirty Friday. He wants her for the entire weekend. I’ll fax you the itinerary and her flight arrangements. You have our card on file.”
“Yes I do. Erin will be there. Thank you for your continued patronage, and give Mr. Baio my best.” I said before hanging up the phone.
I turned to Nikki who was watching my face intently.
“That bitch is over. I warned her, but obviously I’m going to have to make an example of that ass.” I fumed.
“Well we got some friends of the family that can take care of any problem. Carmen can disappear.” Nikki said coldly as she looked over her manicure.
“No, Nik. I got this. I may live in Manhattan, but I’m from Brooklyn. Carmen’s ass is mine.”
I pulled my Benz into the back parking lot on the side of the building. I got out and it must’ve been fate because almost immediately I saw Carmen walking into the building. I followed behind her, and caught up with her in the lobby. She still was pretty, but she was definitely off her game. She had her hair in a sloppy pulled back ponytail, her jeans were sagging, and her big booty was gone. She had on a little leather jacket, and a pair of high heeled boots. I called out to her.
“Carmen! Carmen!”
She turned around with a surprised look on her face. Suddenly she looked annoyed, like I was a kid bothering her.
“WHAT? What the fuck you want?” She demanded.
“Bitch, I told you not to cross me! Didn’t I?” I yelled.
“Look Summer, get the fuck out of my building before I bust that ass. I have been sparing you an ass whipping for a minute. You stole my life!”
Before I could respond, my anger and reflexes took over and I cocked back and punched Carmen in the mouth. She flew back and hit the elevator door. She started swinging wildly, trying to grab a hold of me. I gave her one of the kicks I’d learned in my kickboxing class, right in her pussy and she bent over in pain. I pulled her leather jacket over her head and off of her and commenced to landing every punch I could swing against her head. She was screaming as a crowd formed but I didn’t care. Once I had her by the hair, I grabbed her head back as hard as I could. I was so angry I wanted to snap her fucking neck. Instead I took out my razor and put it to her throat. People started screaming and started making half attempts at pulling me off of her. I shoved Carmen down to the floor, spat on her and I turned and walked away. It was on my ride back to the city that it dawned on me that I had become a different person. I could hear Ty saying in my head, “you gone have to do what you gotta do to prove yourself.”
I said out loud to myself “I shoulda cut that bitch for crossing me. She would’ve gotten my point for sure.”
I got back to my apartment feeling gratification from whooping that ass. Nikki saw me and screamed. “Sum, what happened are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I said.
I through my clothes in the garbage and jumped in the shower without telling Nikki what happened. A few days went by before Naomi and Erin got wind of what went down. I guess it took a few days before Carmen could actually form words and speak.
Naomi called first. “Summer, what did you do? I heard Carmen’s face is messed up real bad. “
“Well, Carmen was warned not to fuck with me! She took me for a joke, and as you can see I’m not the one to play with.” I answered in a tone that let her know it could go either way, and then I felt like I had to think smart.
“Listen, I promised Ty that I would keep us together and make his business strong, so when
he gets out, he won’t have nothing to worry about, and you girls won’t have nothing to worry about. Carmen didn’t want to hold Ty down; after all he did for her! She wanted to shit on him, and take his clients from him, really trying to come up on her own type of shit. What kind of person would I have been if I let her disrespect Ty like that? Look how he brought you from the trenches of the ATL strip club, and he gave Erin purpose.”
“True that, Summer. I just felt like damn, Carmen is fam. Why we got to be doing each other like that?” Naomi wondered out loud.
“Don’t worry about it Nay, you not gone trip so you don’t have to concern yourself with such things. Anyhow, your favorite rapper is back in town, and he looking for his Caramel Sundae. Your appointment is Friday at ten.”
Ty called me; the word on the streets was that I was on some dangerous type of shit. “Watch your back babygirl. Carmen is the sneaky type and she gone sit still for a while, but don’t sleep. You fucked her face up, that’s her prize possession. She won’t rest until she fucks you up in a serious way.”
I took what Ty said and stored it in the back of my head because he usually knew what he was talking about. In the meantime business was good. I was doing well in school. I actually made it onto the Dean’s list and had been recommended for this scholar’s program in the school.
It was at the first meeting that I met him.
Besides Ty, I had never experienced romantic or in love feelings for any guy. Although I had love for Ty, my romantic feelings for him didn’t last long once he turned me on to the game.
So when he first approached me to ask if he was in the right room for the meeting, I was waiting for him to kick the usual game. He happened to be really fine, brown skin, low fade, nice full lips, goatee and a pair of fresh Prada framed glasses over dreamy almond shaped eyes. He looked to be a little over six feet tall. Yet he didn’t kick game, when I said “yeah this is the room”, he just said “thank you” and went and grabbed a seat a few rows away. I was a little annoyed that he didn’t sit next to me, I watched him walk away. He had on a pair of dark denim jeans, and a white button up shirt with some loafers. “Straight square”, I thought to myself. As a matter of fact, I thought he was probably gay. I hadn’t met a man that wasn’t thinking of fucking me from the moment they laid eyes on me, and here this dude was just asking me a question and walking away?
The Dean walked in and told us all about the program we were in, and the possibilities of doing a paid internship at some of the larger financial corporations in Manhattan. I wasn’t all that excited, I didn’t need any of that money, I made more than enough of my own. As everyone got up to leave, I watched the cutie walk by me and out the door.
I knew enough to know that Carmen wouldn’t snitch. She knew that she violated and the situation was handled just as it would’ve been if Ty was home. Shit I probably went light on her in comparison. I continued business as usual, using Carmen as an example for the other girls. Oh I wasn’t holding them hostage, they could leave the business whenever they got ready, they just couldn’t take none of my money with them.
A few weeks later Nikki and I had our bi-weekly spa appointment in one of Uptown’s most expensive spas. As we left the garage, I spotted a familiar face. It was the cutie from school. It had been over a month and he each time he came to the meeting he never spoke to me. He concentrated on the Dean’s words and that annoyed me. But on this particular day, I decided I would ignore his presence for a change. I added an extra sway to my hips as I walked down Lexington avenue like I was on a runway in Paris. Just as we were about to pass each other he stopped me by lightly touching my wrist to get my attention.
“Don’t you go to Baruch?”
I pulled up my shades onto my head, as if pulling them off would help me see better. “Yes I do, and? I said nastily before I could catch myself.
“Oh I thought you looked familiar.” He said ignoring my attitude.
“Oh you thought I looked familiar? Ok.” I said trying to sound crabby.
I was really blushing on the inside because he was so fine. I could see Nikki sipping her Iced Coffee, then I saw her lick her lips. I knew she liked what she saw.
“Well I guess I’ll see you around.” He said, maybe he got nervous at the sight of Nikki’s hungry stare.
“Yeah, okay, I guess.” I said as I started to walk away. Just then, he interrupted me again.
“Listen, I’m sure you probably got a man, but if not I was wondering if you want to go out sometime.”
I was frozen, and I couldn’t understand why. I’ve been with Doctor’s, Lawyer’s, Pro Football Players, Politician’s, and here this youngin is, making me nervous.
“Um, yeah, I mean, no I don’t have a man.” I stammered.
“So okay, can we exchange numbers?”
I started to pull out my “Summer’s Heat” business card, and then I thought about it, put it back in my wallet, and verbally gave him my number as he pulled out his cell phone. “What’s your name?” He asked, like he really didn’t know.
“Summer.” I said looking him in the eye.
“That’s pretty, I can see why you were named Summer.” I blushed, man he was making me feel like a kid.
“Thanks, and your name? “
“Oh, Andre. I’m Dre, so when I call you, don’t act like you don’t know who I am. Aight?” He joked.
“Don’t worry Dre, I’ll know just who you are, believe me.” I offered. Without another word, I pulled my shades back over my eyes and walked away.
Eight
I was straddling this big belly business man from Russia, and all I could think about was Andre.
“Do et, do et!” He demanded in with his Russian accent, the scent of vodka filling the room. I picked up the pace, squatting over him so he could get a good view. I tossed in a few screams, threw my head back and groaned like he was killing me.
“Oh, oh, you’re the best, the biggest, oh, fuck me with that white dick!” I yelled as I picked up the pace and grinded my hips. I flung around my head and my curly hair flew erratically around my head. His mouth twitched and he grabbed my hips trying to control the pace and himself, but I wasn’t having it. I was bored, and I want his ass to cum and quick so I could go. I closed my eyes, grabbed my nipples and thought about Andre as I creamed all over the rubber. He let out a loud moan and said something aggressively in his native language. He panted like he was going to have a heart attack. I waited till he caught his breath before I demounted him.
I lay beside him and pecked him on the cheek, “you were great!” I lied.
“Yes, yes, you like ze burly man like me?” He said with his accent heavy and thick.
“I sure do. What did I do deserve a date with a man like you?” I cooed.
“Beauty, brains, you are ze epitome of Amerika!” He exclaimed. I giggled and got up to shower.
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It had been about two weeks when I saw my phone ringing and I started not to answer it. It was Carmen and I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her. After the fourth ring I decided to go ahead and see what the bitch wanted. “Yeah?” I answered.
“Hi twin.” Carmen, tried to be sweet.
“Wassup Carm? Is there something I can do for you?” I said looking at my nails.
“Listen I’m sorry. I never gave you a chance Summer. From day one I felt like you took Ty from me and became his number one. I was dealing with those issues and I’m sorry for real.”
“Word? Okay so is that it?” I really was not trying to hear it.
“Yeah that’s it. I just wanted to formally apologize. We good?” Carmen asked.
“We aight. So what’s good with you, how you been eatin?” I asked, truly a little concerned.
“I been doing what I know best.” Carmen giggled. “Despite it all, dudes still tricking.” Carmen said.
Just then I had an epiphany.
“Carmen your mom’s still stay in the apt?”
“No she moved to P.R. It’s just me, Nelson come
in and out every once in a blue.” She said.
“Oh okay. Listen Carmen, I’m glad you’re doing alright. I got to go, but I will definitely be getting back to you.” I said and hung up without waiting for her to respond.
Before I could put my phone down, it rang again. “Carmen I said I would call you back!” I snapped.
“Hello?” I heard a male voice question.
“Hi I’m sorry this is Summer, with whom am I speaking?” I threw on my professional voice real quick.
“It’s Andre. We have a class together.” He said.
“Oh Dre! How are you?” I said, smiling from ear to ear.
“I’m good. More importantly how are you?” He asked.
“Can’t complain.”
“Well Summer, I was hoping I could take you out to dinner or lunch or something!” Dre laughed.
I blushed. “Sure of course. When would you like to go?”
“I’m free whenever so you tell me when we can make this happen.”
I hurried over to my desk and scanned my outlook calendar, “um, I’m free tomorrow between six and ten, and then I’m have free time on Sunday between two and nine.” I said as if he was one of my clients.
“Well let’s see, how about tomorrow at six then? Do I have to have you back by ten or you’ll turn into a pumpkin?” He joked.
“No of course not!” I giggled.
We made plans to meet at an Italian restaurant in Midtown, Manhattan and hung up the phone.
I paced the room, anxiously I didn’t know why. The fact of the matter is that I had been doing all this fucking, with not one bit of emotion attached. I felt like I was sixteen again going out on my first date with Ty. I was excited, I had butterflies, I felt feelings I had pushed out of my mind and deemed as unnecessary for a long time. I nearly floated through the apartment on an imaginary cloud. Then my cell phone rang.
“This is Jennifer; I need to schedule an appointment for Mr. Carlisle with Naomi.” I was instantly snapped out of la la land and back into the reality of business instantly. I put on my reading glasses and sat down at my computer checking the girl’s calendar and booked the appointment, relieved for a change that Mr. Carlisle wasn’t requesting me.
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