I spent Friday night and Saturday morning sketching out my latest plan on paper. I thought about the fact that Carmen was still tricking and I thought about all the girls from the projects that I knew were bonafied hoe’s fucking for free. I decided it was time to expand the business. I could do some minor renovations to Carmen’s apartment at the expense of Summer’s Heat Inc., and really set-up shop. I knew Ty would be calling soon but I didn’t want to run the idea by him. I wanted to set up the subsidiary on my own, I wanted it to be a proprietary business, something that was solely mine, with Carmen acting as Director, since she lived there.
I decided to call Carmen and see if she was game, I also wanted to call Nique, Tisha, Kima’ and Tiffany to see if they wanted to get down to make some money. I knew all of them liked to fuck with guys that hustled, these dudes would hit them off with chump change here and there. I wasn’t in the business of making chump change so I thought my offer would be something they wouldn’t refuse, besides they fucked like prostitutes anyway, might as well get paid for it.
Carmen was down as soon as I offered, it took me like five minutes to explain to Tisha, she was trying to act all proper like she wasn’t no hoe when I knew better. Nique, Tiff and Kima were down from the second I mentioned making money. They had all been born and raised in the projects and they were trying to find away to make enough money to move out. Section 8 wasn’t in effect like it was in previous years so they were forced to either get their own apartment in the projects or wait for their section 8 applications to come through, and that shit was like doing a bid.
After talking on the phone with them half the day, I made plans to meet up with all of them at Carmen’s apartment after my morning class on Monday. I wanted to move quick, no sense in wasting my time or theirs. Shit time is money.
I decided to spend the rest of my Saturday preparing for my date with Andre. I picked out a simple black jersey wrap dress that stopped three inches above the knee and a pair of tall suede black boots. I wanted a sophisticated sensual look for Dre. I had gotten my mani/pedi the day before with bright red nail polish. So I just decided to take a long hot bath to help calm my nerves. I poured lavender oil in my bath and threw in a few dried lilac flowers just to really help get relaxed. I sat in the large round tub that had the ability to turn into a mini Jacuzzi if I wanted it to. I thought about what kind of scent I would use when I dried off. I smiled to myself happy that I never had to sneak and use that cheap shit my grandmother splashed on after her showers. I closed my eyes and laid my head back when I heard a knock at the door.
“Yeah?” I answered a little annoyed that I was being bothered during my moment of peace and relaxation.
“It’s me, can I come in?” Nikki asked through a crack in the door.
“Yeah Nik, come in.”
“Can I talk to you for a sec?” Nikki sat down by the tub as she had done on many occasions while I bathed.
“Sure, what’s wrong you look upset?”
“It’s my parents. My mother thinks my father is having an affair!”
“So?” I answered coldly without thinking.
“So? So my mother’s stressed the fuck out and she’s stressing my father out it’s just a mess!”
“Why does she think he’s having an affair? I mean is he trying to leave her?” I asked.
“My mother said she found condoms on him, plus one day she said she found a pair of underwear in his pants pocket. A pair of thongs that weren’t hers.” Nikki said sadly.
I thought to myself, that greedy bastard just had to take me home with him stealing my panties!
“Well, men are going to be men. As long as he’s not talking divorce your mom shouldn’t worry. You’re in the business Nik. You know these men are fucking pigs, your father is a man first.” I tried to reason with her.
“I guess you’re right Sum. I guess I never thought of my father as a man!” Nikki laughed through tears.
“Well guess what? He is. You if anyone knows that they think with their dick first and everything else is an afterthought! Let me wash my ass in peace girl. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. I know your father, he loves your mom and you, he ain’t going no where.” I reassured my friend.
“I hope you’re right. By the way, do you need any help with that wash?” Nikki slyly asked.
“I know you like my ass but I got this.” I joked and shooed her out of the bathroom.
I drove down 57th st and decided to park in a lot not too far from the restaurant. I walked in and let the maitre'd know that I was there meeting someone. I saw Andre already seated at the table sipping a glass of what looked like water with a slice of lemon. “He’s so corny” I thought to myself.
When he saw me his eyes lit up and a sexy smile splashed across his face. He stood up as I approached.
“Summer, I’m glad you accepted my invitation to dinner, you look beautiful” he said as he gave me a peck on my cheek. I couldn’t help but blush as I eyed him from head to toe. Dre had on a navy suede blazer, a soft cream button up shirt, a pair of dark denim jeans and brown leather loafers. I smiled and sat down, thinking about how good he looked and smelled.
“I’m glad you invited me Dre.” It was like we were two nervous crush filled teenagers.
The waiter came over and interrupted our staring contest. Can I bring you a bottle of our finest champagne, or would you like to try our Signature Red? Dre looked at me and raised his eyebrow, signaling that it was my choice.
“What do you recommend?” I asked the waiter.
“The Red my dear, it really compliments most of our dishes nicely. You both should also try our chef’s special for tonight. It’s filet of sole sautéed in a light ginger sauce, absolutely divine.” The waiter offered as if he got caught up thinking about the taste of the sole.
“Well that’s what we’ll have then, with the Red!” I said.
When the waiter walked away, Dre decided to get the evening started.
“So Summer tell me about yourself.”
“Well what do you want to know?” I asked wondering how much about myself I would tell him.
“Where are you from? What do you like to do? What are your aspirations?” Dre queried.
I had to think quick, I wasn’t used to telling the truth about much these days, so I put it back in his lap.
“Dre, how about you tell me about yourself, I’m sure your story is much more interesting than mine.”
“Well, I’m originally from the BX. My parent’s business took off when I was around ten and then life changed for me. We moved to Westchester, and that’s where I was raised.”
“Oh what do your parents do?” I asked.
“They’re divorced, but they still co-own a few dry cleaners throughout the Bronx, Yonkers and Westchester.” He offered.
“Oh okay. Any siblings?”
“No, I’m an only child. What about you?” Dre asked.
“Well, I’m from Brooklyn. Lived there most of my life, moved to Manhattan two years ago when I started Baruch. I have two older brothers, one lives in North Carolina, he’s a career Marine, and my other brother lives in San Francisco. I don’t see them much; I don’t hear from them much.” I offered nonchalantly.
“Your parents? Where are they if I may ask?”
“Um, well my mother still lives in BK, and um my father, well um, he lives in LI somewhere, I guess.”
I think Dre sensed I didn’t want to talk about my family so he left that alone. Our food was delicious. Dre was so easy going and funny. We laughed about our professor’s and I learned that Dre wanted to go into business for himself. His parents gave him that entrepreneurial spirit. He was thinking of opening up a few catering halls throughout the city. I also learned that he loved basketball and that it was his favorite pastime. It felt good to really get to know a guy and have him be interested in me.
Dre took his napkin and lightly dabbed at the corner of my mouth after I took my last bite of food. We made jokes about the waiter and some of the
other patrons at the restaurant. Dre joked he usually liked steak, and that fish was a little light for him. Dre took on Chris Rock’s voice and started asking for a piece of Rib, he was like “can I just get a piece of rib for a dollar, how about half for fifty cents” I spit out my red wine all over the table as I bust out laughing at his character. As he laughed I adored watching the deep dimples his cheeks gave way to. Damn he was fine, not cute but Fine, with a capital F.
“So can I take you for desert?” Dre asked.
As much as I wanted to go, I knew I had to get home and start looking through design catalogs for furniture for the new setup I had in mind.
“I would really love that, but I have to get home and study.” I half lied.
“Well when can I see you again, outside of the classroom?”
“I’ll call you this week and we can set something up.”
“Sounds good, let me walk you to your car.”
Dre put his arm around me, and it felt good in the cool November air as we walked like two lovebirds down 57th St. When my car was brought out, I could see the surprise on Dre’s face. “Somebody doing okay!” He said.
Before I could get in, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I was hoping he would make a move to kiss me, and when I felt his large hands on the small of my back, I thought about just saying fuck it! Let’s take this someplace else.”
My lips melted into his, it was the softest kiss I had ever felt. I could feel myself tingling from head to toe. When he released me, my eyes were still closed as I came back down from cloud nine. He placed his hand on my chin tilting my face towards his.
“Beautiful Summer, I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”
I felt nothing like myself, nothing like the Summer who was experienced, the Summer who could bring any man to his knees. I just smiled and reluctantly sat down in the car, wondering what I had just gotten myself into.
I could see Dre standing there with his hands in his jean pockets looking towards me as I eyed him in the rearview mirror, I sped off down 57th st., wondering if I was leaving my destiny behind…
I walked in the door and instantly I was reminded of who I was and what I needed to get done. It was like I was snapped out of my euphoric trans, and transformed back into the money hungry madam I had become.
I jumped in the shower, threw on an oversized t-shirt and put my hair in a high ponytail and got to work. I scanned various home decorating magazines, and online furniture sites trying to come up with the right ambiance for Carmen’s place.
After a few hours, I decided on what I was going to do to her place. I laid in my bed trying not to think about Dre. I wondered what it would be like to really fall in love. As much as I knew men, and knew how deceitful they could be, I still longed for the relationship part that came along with all the sex that I was having. I wanted the movies, the flowers, the phone conversations. To be courted. I tossed and turned trying to get Dre out of my mind. I dialed his phone number and hung up before it rang. I decided to wait a few days before I called him, I had so many things to put in place and I didn’t need any distractions, if Ty taught me anything it was MOB money over bitches all day and as far as I was concerned it was MON, money over niccas all day any day.
I decided to meet up with Dre a few days later in the library of our school. I told him we could meet there and then we could go for a late lunch. Dre was sitting reading an advanced Calculus book when I walked up to him. I could see a few girls at other tables watching him, but he paid them no attention and looked as studious and corny but fine as could be. His navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater exposed the color of a baby pink shirt, his low Caesar up to par, always looked freshly cut. I sauntered up to him letting my fingers lightly drag across the table before he looked up to see me. When our eyes met, he smiled, his dimples exposing his perfect white teeth. I wondered if he got facials, his deep brown skin smooth as a baby’s bottom, his little mustache nicely framing his delicious lips and mouth.
“What’s up good-looking?” Dre teased.
“I was going to ask you the same thing” I teased back.
I had my hair blown straight and I purposely flung it, for all the hating scheming bitches that were looking our way.
Dre got up and gave me a warm hug and peck, and I reciprocated like he was my man. We left the library hand in hand, and grabbed two slices of pizza at a local shop.
Nine
Weeks went by and I spent every free moment I could with Dre. I even sent a few business calls to voicemail when I was with him. That was unlike me, nobody came before or between me and my money. We went to the movies, bowling, ice skating and we even saw a Broadway play. Things I had missed out on during my previous dating years.
We had a few deep kisses in his car or my car, his hand sliding up my thigh and under my skirt a few times, but stopping short of my waiting vag. During one of our heavy make out sessions, I ran my hand across his crotch only to find a very large and wide bulge waiting for me. I wanted to put my head in his lap so bad, but I resisted waiting for him to make the first move. I knew I liked him, I didn’t even mind that he drove a Honda Accord, a 2014 but a Honda no less. Dre lived in an apartment that his parents owned in Harlem. He explained that his parents considered it a gift, that they were allowing him to live rent free until he finished his Master’s Degree, all on their dime. Therefore, he took his studies really seriously and that’s why he hadn’t been focusing on having a girl, at least until now.
In between my dates with Dre I had a few “dates” with some of my regular customers, closing my eyes during our sessions trying to envision Dre on top of me.
The time had finally come to put my plan into place, I had the word spread throughout the hood that there would be a pussy palace waiting for anyone who could afford its opulence. I knew the local hustlers, and blue collar workers would be great customers, as well as hustlers from out of state waiting to sample some of NY’s finest.
Carmen’s living room also known as the waiting room would be furnished in a modern chic style with furniture straight from IKEA. I would have the living room painted with two walls red and one cream. A few nice paintings, a quaint coffee table, a flat screen TV and a throw rug for the parquet like floor I would have put down.
I decided one bedroom would be like a Romantic Chalet. A king sized Canopy bed with large wooden bed posts and a white lace canopy top. The walls would be champagne, and there will be a few artistic yet erotic pictures of women in the nude nicely framed in that room. The second bedroom will be decorated with a chocolate brown leather sleigh style waterbed, for those men that like a little fun while they get it in. The walls will be white with women of various stages of dress in nicely framed posters. The last bedroom will be more like a fun room. Since it’s the largest of the bedrooms I decided it would have a round bed with lots of throw pillows of deep and light lavender tones. The walls will be a soft lilac and with nice artistic pictures of men and women engaged in acts of sex. Each room will have a mounted flat screen DVD ready TV, a supply cabinet that holds their essentials; porn movies, wipes, lube, condoms of all sizes, dental damns, foam and a few toys. If the girls wanted to add anything personal, they would have to do so at their own expense. I threw in a few new appliances for the kitchen and bought a new decorative set for the bathroom. I totaled my bill and the total renovation for Carmen’s apartment came to just under twenty-five thousand dollars.
Once the renovations were done, it was money well spent because her apartment looked like something that belonged in a magazine. If you stepped in it, you wouldn’t believe once you stepped out of it you were back in the piss elevator filled projects in the heart of Bed Stuy Brooklyn.
I had a staff meeting with the girls before our opening night. I had a few rules that they needed to abide by, there was no room for error or slacking on their parts. They were assigned shifts; this was by all means a twenty-four-hour operation. I didn’t need my customers fucking no tired ass, shit they could get that tired puss
y at home for free. All of the girls were instructed to bathe frequently, and they were told what the fee schedule had been set at. One hundred fifty for blow jobs, seventy-five for hand jobs, two fifty for straight sex, and if any of them got down with letting someone ram in their back door, that was three hundred fifty. I wasn’t forcing anal on anybody, but I knew that was a moneymaking service. The money I had them charging wasn’t even a quarter of what my real clients paid, in fact the hustler’s were paying chump change in comparison.
Each service was on a forty-five-minute time slot. Every room was booked for an hour, forty-five minutes for the service and fifteen minutes to freshen up, and get ready for the next customer. I hired an older woman named Lita, from the building that used to work as a whore in her younger days to come and clean the rooms between sessions. I knew she was going to be trustworthy and loyal. Besides she was going to make more money than she had ever made.
I informed them that Carmen was the house mother and that she would see to any issues they had as well as look out for any suspicious looking customers. One thing about Carmen was that I knew she had a nose to sniff out undercovers a mile away.
I decided on a forty sixty split between the girls and Summer’s Heat, Inc. They kept forty, the business kept sixty, for maintenance, supplies, etc. I made a separate deal with Carmen, she got to keep sixty percent of whatever she made, plus I gave her an additional five percent out of my sixty percent cut from the girls. It was a deal she couldn’t refuse.
Opening night went off without a hitch it was good that I picked a Friday night to kick off the business. I stayed the first night watching the working men, most of whom probably had wives or live in pussy at home come in straight from cashing their paycheck, treating themselves. The girls were all dolled up on my dime, and ready to go. I sipped champagne as I watched man after man leave looking guilty, yet satisfied. One of those dwerlicks even tried to proposition me, I gave him a light chuckle before adding, “do you seriously think you can afford this?” As I pointed to my crotch area. The man just turned and walked away looking defeated.
Summer's Heat Page 6