Sadie Whyte: The Lust of my Life (5 page)

Chapter 9

All In!       

Sadie had been captivated by the ‘Nation’s Capital’, the Monument, the White House, the Capital Building, and so many memorials and museums.  This was the home of the late Chuck Brown, the President. The past home of personalities such as Mayor Marion Barry, Cathy Hughes of WOL radio fame, Doug Williams of Super Bowl fame, and younger stars such as Wa Lai and Marcus Canty.  Once the murder capital, DC had produced notorious criminals like Raful Edmonds and killers such as Wayne Perry.  DC, to Sadie, was a perfect mixture of class and hidden depravity.  Nu Shu’s was Sadie’s center piece.  It was the capstone, peaking all her other accomplishments.  And Sadie campaigned for support of the escort service like a wealthy, power hungry politician, campaigning for the votes of people he might not so much as think about outside of the election season.  She had flyers, business cards, mobile and internet marketing campaigns and all, working for her at once.  Plus, she was an escort herself.  Nu Shu’s was Sadie’s baby.

              “We do it all, ok.  Suck dick.  Greek. If they want you to shit in their mouths, give them a price.  Anything out of the ordinary COSTS but we do it,” Sadie broadcasted to the group of escorts.

She was the legendary “Goldie Kaan”, “Miss Oktapussy”.  By criminal minded women with a bit of whore in their systems, Sadie was like Elvis to Rock Star lovers.

              “If you’re not up for the extra-curricular activities, please feel free to find employment elsewhere.  Or accept the fact that you’re going to make a LOT less than my serious girls.”

She carried two smart phones, two pairs of panties, Band-Aids, cortisone crease, gum, condoms, and lubricant.  She spent $200 - $4000 in a month on shoes alone.   And she took good care of her women.

Sandie, the dark stallion from Atlanta, and Lacy, the petite redbone from New York, quickly grew to be like baby sisters or daughters to Sadie.  She practiced how to walk with them.  She watched image consulting videos with them. She took them with her to interview potential security workers.

“I looked in his eyes and I felt so bad.  He was so good to me; I swear he’ll make some woman very happy.  But I had to get him.  I could not help myself. I am not joking.  This man put a $75,000 check in my hand and I had just done the same thing with another one.  So I said, “shit”, I might as well try it a few more times. Girl, I left that city with almost a quarter of a million dollars.  And I was REALLY something then.  We’re talking about mid to late 90’s.  They were not ready for Sadie,” Sadie said, sipping 100 proof, R. St Barth Rum from her shot glass. 

“Yeah, I heard about you.  Oh my God, you fucked them up.  You knew people wanted to kill you.  They were talking about you for a long ass time.  And you had been gone,” Sandie said, inhaling a tiny joint of marijuana.  “My uncle used to watch your videos.”

“Damn, you make me want to step it up.  How’d you come up with all that shit?”  Lacy asked, sipping from her shot glass, woozy from the 100 proof.

“That’s just how I was raised.  My Mama taught me to go get it.  Fuck that love.  Men ain’t worth a fuck.  Get their asses before they get you.  All they want is some good head and wet pussy.  Dangle the possibility in front of them, they stop thinking and that’s when I start thinking the best,” Sadie said, inhaling her Virginia slim and taking another sip. “But stay on board the Nu Shu starship honey, and I’m gonna take ya’ll to the stars.”

Business began to boom.  Sadie’s phones never stopped ringing.  Her escorts all had business.  And the checks were hitting Nu Shu’s bank account regularly.  Sandie, Sadie, and Lacy double and triple dated at times.  They became the dynamic trio, although Sadie was older than both of them by more than fifteen years.  And to look at her, one might doubt it.

“This is the first time this has ever happened,” Sadie said over the phone.

“What?” Sandie responded. 

“I had two dates tonight and both of them bought a pair of my panties,” Sadie said.

“Are you serious? How much?”

“Well, this white guy Luther, he paid me $350.  And I hope he doesn’t still have them stuck to his face,” Sadie said, laughing.

“Oh, here he is. Damn, he’s about 20 fucking feet tall.  Gotta go,” Sadie said before disconnecting the call.

*****

Sadie, Madelyn, Sandie, Lacy, Bella, Reena, Sylvia, Chantay, Lillian, and Gia strutted into the vibrant, colorful club Mynt in South Beach Miami, Florida.  They’d bumped shoulders with Miami’s finest while dining at STK, a sumptuous steakhouse with entertainment at Ganesvourt.  They’d partied non-stop the night before at the club Amnesia; a club where sexy women and overpriced, tight clothing went hand-in-hand. 

Today was Sadie’s birthday.  True, she wasn’t your “Average Jane”.  She was 41 years old, capable of passing for 30, and as out-going and full of fire as a hungry high school senior.  She sashayed into the Mynt Club in a sparkling red, form fitting dress by Naeem Khan.  And for its $4,265 price tag, it just ought to have made Sadie look like the star she felt she was.  She wore a $900 pair of pumps by Brian Atwood, a Gold necklace, and bracelets by Cartier.  And she carried a $4,600 calf skin handbag by Hermes.  Her eyebrows recently arched, fingers manicured, toes pedicured, and skin waxed.  Sadie was a walking sensation, an orgasm waiting to exhale and explode.

Rihanna’s “Yellow Diamond” pounded into the club as the women entered.  The dance floor was packed with glued together women and men.  The lighting was eye-catching. The atmosphere high octane.  And the ethnic mix of party goers was the melting pot America symbolized to its fullest.

“Drinks on me girls,” Sadie said, veering toward the bar.  Her girls followed suite, eyes wide.  Between Amnesia and Mynt, they’d already seen Taye Diggs, Gabrielle Union, and a brief appearance by Nicki Hilton.  The Mynt smelled like money.

Sadie guzzled down several drinks of unknown names. “Just make them strong,” she said.

She and the ladies hiked to the dance floor, g-strings wedged between tight ass cracks, spiked heels, bouncing cleavage and lots of exposed leg.  Sadie led the pack, grinding up against a young gentleman wearing a silk shirt with the first three buttons loose. Unabashed, she reached for his crotch, all over him.

“Who are you here with sweetie?” she asked, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Three of my buddies.  But fuck them. I’ll ditch ‘em in a minute if you’re trying to get out of here,” he said quickly, returning Sadie’s lead.

“Round ‘em up and meet me and my girls in the lot,” Sadie said.

*****

Only a certain kind of person would celebrate her own birthday in such a raunchy fashion.   Sadie had acquired two hotel rooms, side by side, both with two beds a piece.  The doors separating the two rooms were swung open.  Each bed was occupied.  Bruno Mar’s “Rain” resounded through both rooms.  Both television sets were tuned to paid pornography.  The smell of marijuana, cigarette smoke, hard liquor, and wet sex permeated the atmosphere.  Madelyn was balled into a pretzel, getting hammered by a young gentleman still wearing his baseball cap.  Sandie was throwing her donkey ass back at a young man who was determined not to be slammed into a wall by the force of her large backside.  Bella and Sylvia double-teamed one horny man, who loved every second of it.  Reena bounced up and down on one gentleman who was 6'6", solid, and “strapped”.  Lilian and Gia pleasured each other as one gentleman watched.  And Chantay stood in awe as she watched her mentor going to work.

Sadie, naked and sweaty, rode one man’s rod.  She took another man up her ass.  And she had two human pistols pointed to both sides of her face.  One of which were in her hungry, wet mouth.  She ground against the condom covered sex utensils, sucking and slurping.             

“Get it bitch,” Chantay said, puffing a new port cigarette. 

Sadie, moaning, groaning, sucking, grinding, pulled her mouth from one dick and spoke.  Her hands and body never stopped moving. “Don’t call me no bitch.  Mmmm.  Mmmm, shit.  I’m Ma Ma Bitch.  You hear me?” she growled. 

“You got that right,” Chantay said, mesmerized.

“Mmm…Mmmh.  Fuck me boys.  I said FUCK ME!  HARDER!”

Every day it would rain, rain, ra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ain…

Sadie’s mom would have been one of two things if she had been capable of seeing her daughter now!  Proud… or jealous.

Chapter 10

Sadie the Lady

June, 2013

“No. No.  You can’t block out the camera.  Stop doing that Tia.  You’ve got to keep an open shot for the camera,” Sadie said, frustrated.  “Do it again.  Take 5.”

Nu Shu’s was not a come-one-come-all escort service.  Sadie had handpicked and interviewed each potential candidate.  She had a nice mix of women, but one thing remained uniform throughout her stable of ladies.  Each of them was gorgeous. And if a woman fell short in body tone or in beauty, she could not be an escort for Nu Shu’s.  Sadie had the last say on the issue.

However, there was hope and money making potential for those with what it took but lacking just a little. Those who didn’t make the cut began to number in double digits.  So, Sadie had come up with a plan.  And XXXtra Productions was born.  Sadie started her own adult film production company. 

“OK. Yes.  Just like that.”

The young lady getting crushed by her on-screen companion moved and grunted as she was slammed repeated.  Tyree “Totem Pole” Black had been hired on the spot after one of Sadie’s “show-me-your-stuff” interviews.  After making Sadie sweat like a body builder on creatine, Tyree was hired to “break the new girls in.”  If they couldn’t handle him, they weren’t ready for this industry.

“Ok.  Give me a money shot Ty… Cut… Perfect!”

*****

“Nothing over the top, but professional and classy.  That’s what we’re about.  I want each of my escorts to have their own personal websites linked to Nu Shu’s Escort.  And I want all of my actresses to also have their own sites linked to XXXtra Productions.  Can you see that?  Do you like that?” Sadie asked Lacy.

The two women sat in Sadie’s office in S.W. DC, not far from the waterfront and Tiber Island condominium complex.  Sadie’s office was modern themed with sci-fi light show desk props, a faux fireplace, a gyrating, spinning silver swirl, and lamps wich appeared to come straight from one of Star Trek’s return missions.  Framed portraits of professional male athletes, entertainers, and models in various stages of undress adorned the walls.  Tyson Beckford, a vintage Mike Tyson at 18 years of age, Trent Williams from the Washington Redskins, and LL Cool J.  There was also a prominent picture of Michelle Obama.

“I think that’s a great idea Sadie,” Lacy said, eyeing her new Gucci heels while moving her right foot up and down. She sat in one of Sadie’s sleek and odd shaped office chairs that resembled the letter “S”.

After Sadie made several phone calls, she refocused her attention to Lacy.

“There was this guy named Byron Blount, God bless his soul, who taught me a lot about this porn production industry.  He just didn’t know it at the time.  I’m going to start mass distributing these movies and I’m setting up several adult websites to sell this stuff and a variety of related material.  If you can handle it, I’ll sell you a site with all the privileges of everything I sell.  You can repay the price in installments if you don’t have the cash.  Or you can repay it from your escort earnings, like you repaid the clothing loans.   You’re a good girl.  You said you wanted to step it up,” Sadie said, typing keys on her computer. “I’m giving you an opportunity to do that.”

  “Sadie, yes, I want to buy one of your sites.  Look at me.  Nobody ever did shit for me.  Yo, I can’t really believe how good you’ve treated me.  And you didn’t even know me.  I think…” Lacy began to cry, turning pink as a cup of cotton candy.

Sadie jumped from her seat and ran around the desk to console her.  She leaned over, placing her head on her chest and wrapped her arms around her. “Don’t cry Honey,” she said, rocking her back and forth.  “Baby, I come up in the streets.  I’ve slept in hallways.  I’ve been beaten half to death.  I’ve been robbed.  I’ve been raped. I’ve done all sorts of things I had no business doing and I’ve hurt people, Lacy.  When you young girls walk up in here thinking you know everything, I see me in you.  I don’t want y’all in no dirty strip club or walking the streets.  I want you to have something.  Get enough, so you can leave this stuff alone.  This is what I’m about.  It’s in my blood.  It still turns me on…  It’s the lust of my life Honey.  But y’all have a future.  Y’all are my babies,” Sadie said.

Lacy reached up and embraced Sadie, still sobbing. “Thank you Sadie.  Thank you.”

“You’re welcome sweetie.  Now, you get your pretty little self together and get ready to get your money.  This opportunity isn’t just for anybody, Lacy.  I see something in you.  You’re going places.  Believe that.”

*****

“You know, I used to be more of a technical analyst.  I’d watch the trends.  I’d observe people’s behavior as time passed.  And I’d basically bet on their future actions.  But I stopped doing that after stumbling.  Stumbling hard a few times,” Gabriel said.

Everything he said or thought about related to the stock market and sex.  All his analogies, all the stories he told, pertained in some way to the stock market, Sadie had realized over time. Gabriel had become one of Sadie’s regulars. 

“Could your stumbles have just been a coincidence, or did you learn something important about your technical approach?” Sadie asked, sipping her drink through a straw and allowing her lips to remain on the straw’s tip for an extended period of time. 

“Oh no, these weren’t coincidences.  I learned a few valuable lessons, very important lessons.  So now, I’m more of a fundamental analyst.  I prefer to go beneath the trends, the appearances, and the moments.  No, I prefer to get to the anatomy.  To get to know the anatomy of the market.  What its legs look like.  What its head looks like.  Who’s beneath the sheets, if you know what I mean,” he said, openly lusting off of Sadie’s perfect body, his hands coming to rest on her exposed thigh.

“I guess once you’ve gotten beneath it all, most of the guessing stops,” she said, suck-sipping the straw again and staring into his eyes invitingly.

“I’m just attempting to reach a point, to put together a system where there will be no more guessing.  You see, I don’t want just MOST of the guessing to cease.  I want ALL of the guessing to stop,” he said, caressing her smooth thigh.

“Well honey, maybe you’re in the wrong business,” she said, placing her hand above his and steering it closer to what he craved.

“If that’s the case, what business would you suggest?” he asked, near drooling.

Being a trick
, she thought. “If you rub your hand any higher Gabriel, the financial terms of this particular business interaction immediately changes,” she said, changing the subject.

Gabriel continued to move his hand towards Sadie’s “peach”.  He pulled her onto his lap and began pulling her clothing off, panting like a dog.  She assisted him in stripping her naked. Sadie stood up in front of him, smacking his roving hand.

  “You naughty boy, trying to touch me there,” she said with an unconvincingly serious expression on her face.  “Being Nasty.  I’m a Laaaaaady, Gabriel.  Treat me like that.”

She grabbed his hand and allowed him to touch her, slowly approaching him.  She began pulling his tie like a leash.

“You see.  It’s always wiser to be fundamental in one’s approach.  Getting beyond the guessing games.  Getting beyond and beneath perceived trends leading to dangerous predictions.  You see, there’s no guessing once one gets to the core of the anatomy.

“I’m definitely in the right business, Sadie.  Now, get on your knees and get ready for what you do best.  You dirty little whore.  You know your place in the world,” Gabriel said, whipping his little friend out.

“Yes Daddy,” Sadie said, obliging him and dropping to her needs, making his friend disappear like a fortune in Houdini’s possession.

Your only purpose in life is being a trick
, Sadie thought.