“Then I can’t tell you anything.”
Sage looked at her in disbelief.
“Follow me.” Brazil takes him to a booth where a man was sitting with a note pad. Brazil tells Sage, “Give me a twenty.” He hands her a twenty-dollar bill. Brazil gave the twenty to the booth man and takes Sage into a dark room with just an old couch in it.
“Sit down.” He sits down. Brazil takes off her thong and leaves her high heels on, the only article of clothing still on her. After straddling him, Brazil starts to grind on him and whispers in his ear, “Once you flashed that money in the air, all of the cameras in here saw it. They are funny in here when it comes to that. Some girls get money on the side from doing other jobs outside from here and if they are found out, they are immediately terminated and it’s hard trying to find work in VA.”
“Is that what happened to Chrissy Sampson?” Brazil stops grinding him.
“I’m curious…How did you know her real name?”
“Through a friend. Do you know where I can find her?” Brazil begins to grind again.
“I haven’t seen or talked to her in a while. Chrissy hasn’t returned my calls. All I know is that Chrissy moved to Maryland and working at a night spot called Honey Buns Gentlemen’s Club.” Sage hands her two one hundred dollar bills and lifts her up off of him. Brazil says, “Damn, I didn’t even get a rise out of you.”
“That’s because my wife has the key to this lock. Besides, I don’t get pleasure unless I’m doing the pleasing. Enjoy your evening ma’am.”
Sage arrived in Maryland at about 2:45 a.m. By the time he found the nightclub, they were closed and everyone was leaving. He saw a woman walking over to her car and he asked, “Excuse me, but do you know if Chrissy Sampson was here tonight?”
“Who?”
“Chrissy Sampson?”
“I’m sorry but I don’t know anybody by that name that works here.” Sage thought for a moment and then asked, “How about Sweets?”
“Sweets? No, I don’t know that name either. Come back tomorrow night when all of the girls will be here, its Golden Nut and Honey night! Bye!” The woman stepped into her Jaguar and pulled off.
“Oh, I’m sure I don’t want to miss that.” He says sarcastically.
Sage located a nearby hotel and checked in for the evening. Feeling exhausted from all of the driving, he showered and went straight to bed. His dream took him to an alley surrounded by abandoned buildings. As he started walking he could see a building with its lights on. Walking towards that building, he realized that it was the Tops and Bottoms strip club in Virginia. He heard moaning coming from a dead-end alley alongside of the building. He followed the sound as it grew louder. He noticed a man and woman having sex. It wasn’t long before he realized that it was Perry and a woman having sex on top of Perry’s Porsche.
Sage heard a noise coming from behind the car. He walked around and could not believe what he saw. It was Brazil sitting in a folding chair with one leg draped over the arm of the chair, holding a camcorder in one hand and pleasing herself with the other.
Sage looked back towards Perry and the woman. They were having sex in another position. He turned towards Brazil and this time she was standing and smoking a cigarette. He again turned to the couple and this time the woman was hugging the back of the Porsche while Perry held her legs up as he hammered himself into her. Brazil stood beside the car recording the action.
Perry says, “Sweets, you have the most addictive pussy I have ever had. How does your husband allow you to even get out with this juicy thang you got here?” He smacks her on both sides of her butt.
“He is too worried about other things besides his wife. That’s why I have you, bun. I love you Perry!”
He stops hammering and Brazil puts down the recorder. “Sweets, you don’t love me, you only love what I’m doing to you.”
“I know what I said, and that’s what I mean. I want to divorce my husband and be with you.” He pulls himself out of her.
Brazil looks down at Perry’s package and says, “That rubber you have on is broken.”
“Brazil, that’s okay. I have a sponge for extra precaution.” Sage shakes his head in disbelief and Brazil looked at Perry skeptically.
Perry says, “You can’t be with me.”
“Why not, bun?”
“Because I can’t be trusted.”
Sage thought, I can’t believe this man is actually telling the truth! Sage looks at Brazil and says, “This is what you should be recording! This right here!”
Perry says, “Look at us! I’m here with you tonight. Tomorrow night I will be with someone else. That’s just the type of man I am. This wraps it up for tonight girls. How much money do you want?”
“I don’t want your money tonight. I want you forever!” Perry gives her five hundred dollars and says, “I will be by in a couple of weeks to collect the DVD Brazil made. Is that okay?”
“Fine!” Chrissy stomps off towards the nightclub.
Brazil went over to Perry and kisses him. “Perry when are you and I going to make a video?” Brazil grabs Perry’s butt and squeezes it.
“I don’t know. It all depends on when you’ll have time to get away from your husband.”
“Excuse me! I’m not married!”
Sage said, “That’s why your life is not in jeopardy sweetie. You need to just get your butt back into the club before you catch a bad break.”
Perry says, “I don’t know…I’ll let you know when I come by to pick up the videos.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting…Bye Perry!”
“Good bye Brazil.”
Sage covers his face and wakes up in his hotel room. He says, “I can’t believe Satan’s little helper has a damn code that he follows by, and enforces it!”
Sage had awakened close to noon. He picked up his cellular and noticed that Deva had called. He showered, got dressed, and dialed Deva when there was a knock on the door. Sage opened the door and realized it was housekeeping. Deva answered her phone as Sage spoke to the maid, “You don’t have enough room? Can you handle this, while I get that?”
“Oomph! A little more to the left. That’s it. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Sage puts the phone to his ear and says, “Hello?”
“Sage, what are you doing?”
“I was helping the maid move a chair making it easier to vacuum but my bags were in the way. I was just about on my way out when the maid was coming in.” Deva starts laughing.
“What’s so funny, Deva?”
“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. I was calling earlier to see how you were doing?”
“I’m doing fine. I’m in Maryland for the day. He looks at his book. “And then I’m going to Virginia later on in the evening. After I hang up with you, I think I am going to book a hotel room in Virginia before I get there.”
“That certainly sounds like a plan, considering that’s all I know what you are doing.” There was a moment of silence. “Sage…Are you still there?”
“Yes, I’m here. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I received bits and pieces of sarcasm from you, and rightly so. I will tell you everything once this is all over. But these are the times that we really need to be strong for one another. Sage got into his car and began looking for a hotel near the next woman’s address that he had to go and see. “There is a Howard Johnson near the place where I have to go so I will make my reservation as soon as we hang up.”
“Well baby, I’m about to go to a meeting, I will talk to you later on this evening, okay?”
“No problem. Enjoy your day, and I love you.”
“I love you too Sage, good bye.”
“Good bye.”
Sage called the hotel and made his reservation for that evening. Afterwards, he walked around in the park, visited a few malls and shopped at a few men’s stores before he finally headed over to the strip club.
It was 8pm when he arrived. He took a deep breath and entered the club. There was no
cover charge, but a search was done to ensure no one had weapons of any kind. Sage found a table hidden off in a dark corner where one could see everything, so that’s where he sat.
There were nude women everywhere. He noticed that many were beautiful yet there were some that belonged in an old folk’s home. But it was obvious the men were tipping them as well or they would not be there. Sage stood up and looked very hard at the women as they walked by brushing their breasts up against him and gently grabbing his crotch. Sage thought, I need to hurry up and get out of here. Perfect, there’s Chrissy.
Chrissy didn’t look the same as his images of her in the dream, but he knew for a fact that it was Chrissy. As Sage approached her, he did not prepare himself for what he wanted to say. He gently grabbed her wrist. Chrissy turned to look at him, and gave a smile of interest as Sage said, “Hey good looking, there’s no reason you should be over here all alone…. Let me talk to you for a moment.” Chrissy pulls her wrist from his grip and says, “I’m alone because my time cost money.”
“Why, of course.” Sage pulls out a one hundred- dollar bill. He grabs her around the waist. “How much time can I get with this?”
“A lot. You want a dance?” Chrissy rubbed his crotch. He stops her.
“No, I just want to talk…Over here…At the table.” Chrissy follows him to the table and sits down. He puts the money in her hand.
“You mean to tell me all you want is conversation? What are you, gay?”
Sage smirks. “No, I’m not gay. I am a messenger and I have one for you, but I must ask you…Is there, by any chance a way that I could talk to you in private? Perhaps during your break and we could talk outside?”
“No.”
“How about when you get off from work?”
“No.” Chrissy was beginning to agitate him. While searching for her lighter, Sage began to think, Chrissy does not know me and I’m treating her as if the woman should. This is not working.
He says, “Chrissy!” You would think that her head snapped while turning to look at him.
“How the fuck do you know my name?”
“Oh, now I have your attention.”
“Oh, and you must be hard of hearing. I asked you a fucking question.”
“Perry gave me your name.”
“Perry…Perry…. Chrissy calmed down and asked, “Where is he?” Sage bit his tongue and thought, probably shoveling fire and brimstone for Satan next to Hitler. But instead he says, “Perry is dead, and out….” Chrissy cuts him off.
“How did you find me?”
“While I was at your old job in Virginia, I came across your girlfriend Brazil who told me you were here.”
“You know,” Chrissy points her finger at him. “I’m not feeling your vibe at all mother-fucker.”
“Listen Chrissy, Sweets whatever your stage name is. I just want….”
Chrissy interrupts him again.
“Sweets is not my stage name, Perry gave it to me meaning soft, wet, electrifying, edible, tasty, snapper.”
Sage gave her a nauseated look. Chrissy stood up, flipped the table over and yells, “What the hell are you frowning at, punk ass bitch?”
“You know…Has anyone ever told you that you have a very foul mouth?”
“FUCK YOU!”
“NO! NO!” Sage yelled at the top of his strong lungs as the entire club went silent. Even the music discontinued to play. “You were fucked twenty times too many as Perry attempted to infect you with H.I.V.! On your deathbed, you can tell Brazil that he only wanted married women who deceived their husbands to give this virus to! This ends my message. Good night and good luck with your husband!”
He walks toward the exit door as Chrissy yells, “I already know that I have the virus! I just didn’t know who gave it to me! While storming to her dressing room, the men and women in the club would jostle one another in order to form a path for her because they feared touching her.
ϕ
Sage drove off in the direction headed for the hotel in Virginia. He drove for two hours before he arrived at the small and secluded hotel. He got out, closed the door and just leaned against the car as he looked up into the sky. He said to himself, “This is such a peaceful looking night. I have to take this very moment and embrace it.” He grabbed his bag from the trunk and went inside. He approached the counter and informed the receptionist that he made reservations for the night. “What is your name sir?”
“Sage Mecan.” The check-in clerk looked for his information and handed him a key for his room. “That’s it? No credit card needed?”
“Yes sir, that’s it. Everything has already been taken care of.” He takes his key and thought; I guess things have changed when it comes to hotel rooms since the receptionist did not ask for I.D. to verify who I am. But this does have Deva’s name written all over it. He gets on the elevator and goes to his room. When he opened the door, his eyes began to water and his mouth quivered. Deva was standing in the room wearing just a golden sheer kimono style robe holding a glass of Chablis in her hand. Sage walks up to her and places his arms around her. They kiss. Deva removes his clothes.
“Deva, I’m just too mentally drained to even ask you questions. We can talk about it in the morning. One thing for sure, you definitely know how to please your husband.”
He takes a shower as Deva washes his back. He rinsed off the soap, turned off the water, and they walked into the bedroom area. His body was dripping wet and a gentle breeze from the open door that lead to the room’s balcony sent chills through his body. Deva bites on his chest and on and around his nipples. He says, “It’s a warm night. I want to go onto the balcony, but I don’t want to give everyone out there a complete show.” The balcony overlooked the hotel pool area where hotel occupants were talking and swimming. He turns off all of the lights, turns on the radio, grabs a chair, places it on the balcony and covered it with a body towel. Deva spans her leg across him as they passionately kiss. As his nature began to rise and guide into her, simultaneously they softly whispered, “Ahhh….” The occupants could not hear but hardly noticed Deva from below while bouncing up and down on Sage. Deva eased from rocking to just tilting her pelvis. Sage stared deep into her beautiful hazel eyes. He felt her muscles within grip and massage every inch of him. His release into her was so slow, long, and intense, that he started to tremble during his climax. After a moment, he began to talk.
“All that we share and have for each other stems from that precise moment in the supermarket. That entire day was planned for us to meet. We are experiencing the unimaginable simply because we are supposed to.”
Not too long after, Deva was sound asleep…
He joined her.
ϕ
His dream takes him to a field located outside of a gated airport. He walks along the gate and watched the airplanes on the tarmac circling the runway. As he rounded the corner fence, he noticed Perry’s car and heard his voice on the other side. Perry was laying flat on a yellow blanket and was nude from the waist down. There was a woman with her head resting on his stomach, sexually pleasing him.
The woman turns her head towards him and says, “I have a surprise for you.” The woman stands up and removes all of her clothes and leans her back up against the fence.
Perry says, “I see you got a tattoo.”
“Yeah, but look closer.”
Perry stood up and walked closer to take a better look.
He smiles.
“Patrice, you certainly are a wild one. Is this permanent?”
“Yup.”
“How do you cover it up for your photo shoots and from your husband?”
“I use body spray paint.”
Sage looked at the women’s tattoo. It was a pear, designed around and including her belly button. It had vines that went around her flawlessly tanned back. Leaves that looked like directional arrows had the letter “e” inscribed on all of them except for the last one, which pointed to her vagina, had an “s”.
“That’s very crea
tive. The pear, the eeez, and the pussy. Oh, Perry’s puss….”
Patrice interrupts him. “Look! A plane is about to take off. Hurry up and give it to me!” Patrice turns around and faces the fence and grabs hold of it. Perry picked up her legs and plunged himself inside of her. Patrice screamed at the top of her lungs while looking up at the thundering jets that were simultaneously flying over their heads. Sage covered his ears and closed his eyes. He woke up in the morning looking at the ceiling of his hotel room. Deva was gone. There was a note on the dresser. He smiled as he picked it up. It read, “My king, I told you that there are things that I would do for you or should I say to you. I love you so much. Be careful and call me later. Xoxoxoxoxo, Me!”
He showered, dressed and sat down at the dresser to set up his laptop to locate Mrs. Goodness. The model agency is five miles from the hotel.
When he arrived at the address around 10:00 a.m. He noticed that there were three hanger style buildings and a ranch style house that sat off the back of the buildings. There were campers and trucks everywhere. Sage thought it looked more like a campground than a place for models. He got out of his car and walked into the ranch style house. A receptionist was sitting at a desk. “Hello sir, what can I do for you?”
“I’m looking for a young lady and I’m hoping you can assist me. Her name is Patrice Goodness. Is there any way you can locate her for me?”
“I’m sorry sir, though Mrs. Goodness is here in town today, and is in one of the hangers doing a photo shoot, Mrs. Goodness does not have time for fans or visitors.”
“I am neither. I just have a message for her and then I’m on my way from this town. Now please, would you contact her or even her agent?”
The woman rose from her chair and walked into another room. After a few minutes of waiting, Sage left the office and began to head towards the hanger that appeared to occupy the most equipment. When the receptionist looked outside to locate Sage, he was already in the hanger.
There were many people in the hanger and Sage blended in with everyone else. He saw the director’s chair with the bullhorn next to it. There was a table filled with pastries and beverages as well. Sage asked a woman that was walking by about the whereabouts of Mrs. Goodness. She pointed him in the direction where he had to walk. He said aloud, “This is going to be a little difficult.”
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