by Pynk
The Politics
In private, he patronizes escorts. In public, Democrat Darrell Ellington is a New York senator for the 21st District in Brooklyn, married to Ursula Leah Ellington, a former Republican who came from a long line of politicians. They met while working together at Paine Webber years ago, and married in 1995. Darrell worked in government affairs and Ursula was a senior consultant. He was elected to his senate seat in 2002, and if Ursula had it her way, she would one day be the next African American First Lady to the second African American U.S. President in history. And her son from a previous marriage, Micah Daye, knew that all too well. His mother had dotted the i’s and crossed the t’s, willing to do whatever it took to keep their noses clean so that she could make it to the White House before her competitive ex-best-friend, Kendra Graves, married to the New York senator from the 60th District, made it there first.
Republican Kalin Graves was a New York senator for the 60th District. His wife, Kendra, was a marketing executive at Saks Fifth Avenue corporate. Just when Ursula’s husband, Darrell, made it known he was interested in politics, Kendra sought out a politician of her own and married Kalin Graves the next year. The beef between Kendra and Ursula stemmed from the fact that they were once secret lovers.
The Escorts
Like I said, I’m Money Watts. My home in Cobble Hill West outside of Manhattan was where I ran my business. In 2005, I was married to a well-known sports anchor who brought me to New York after he was hired for a big announcer job with the NBA, co-anchoring with Ahmad Rashad, but he left it, and me, all behind when he went back to Los Angeles to be with a local weathergirl whom he met during a National Black Journalists Conference the year before. We’d only been married six months. I’d signed a prenup. I had nothing, so I made a way. I had sex for money. The money was good. I was good. I still take on clients if it involves my expertise, which is role-playing and dominating—my dom name is Brooklyn. I personally service Tyler Copeland, the NYPD police chief, who is a certified cross-dressing sissy.
As a runaway teen and aspiring actress, strolling through the lights and wonder of Times Square at the age of seventeen, Midori Moody saved a pimp’s business card for a rainy day. She left home because she said her big sister was the perfect child, and she was the misfit. Two days after she called the pimp named Romeo, she became a good girl gone wild who drank and partied, and screwed for money. She found out that feeling love through those transgressions was easier than dealing with her own abandonment. She’d later break away and buy herself a condo on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, but by the time she met Micah Daye, her new boyfriend, that’s when she started to get sloppy. Bailey Brenner, her regular “hobbyist” who was on the city council, started getting crazy jealous.
Malaka Sutton’s three-story townhouse is in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. Malaka’s own mother was an escort when Malaka was a child in Denver. Her mother would even take her along to see clients. Malaka learned firsthand how to make sexy ends meet. And in New York, they were meeting like a muthafucka. Malaka was my highest paid escort. She satisfied the cream of the crop. She was my number one lady.
Tall and fine and in demand, Kemba Price, Italian and Sudanese, from Staten Island, was my one and only call guy. He lived in Harlem on 128th Street, and when he wasn’t on “dates” for Lip Service, he was at the gym, chiseling his six-foot-five, model-type body. And that’s where he first met Ursula Leah Ellington, the wife of Darrell Ellington. And he also met a new friend, Romeo, the pimp.
The Blackmail
MARCH 2010
So tell me what happened.” I sat in the lobby of the historic Algonquin Hotel on Club Row. Midori made me frown.
“Bailey’s just jealous. He’s making up stories.”
“What’s he jealous of?”
“He knows about Micah.”
“And how does he know anything about your private life, Midori?”
“I guess he followed me. I guess he’s been watching me.”
“You guess? Midori. Listen to me. This is a problem. I send you to meet Bailey at the St. Regis, and you take money from him on the side?”
“I didn’t.”
“Then what happened to that hotel room? Why was it damaged like that?”
“It wasn’t damaged when I left. I left him there.”
“So, you didn’t tear up the room and threaten to accuse him of roughing you up?”
“No. He said that?”
“I said that.”
“I make enough money. I wouldn’t do that just to get some cash from a client. He’s the problem, not me. What I didn’t tell you is that Bailey did the escort bonding. He said he loves me.”
“See, that’s something you should’ve told me. Then I wouldn’t have assigned you to him. He’s good money, but he won’t be requesting you again, I guarantee you that. I smell messy.”
“Okay.”
“So what’s up with you and Micah? You two are still serious?”
“It’s coming along.”
“And he still doesn’t know what you do?”
“No. Still thinks I’m a realtor.”
“It’s too close for comfort, Midori. He’s Senator Ellington’s stepson.”
“Yes. And that’s something I wanted to talk to you about. See, the other night, Micah was talking about playing around on the computer. He’s doing this tech job, and with his IT schooling, he knows how to hack into email. He’s talking, well joking, like a prank, about hacking into Senator Graves’s personal email account.”
“Midori, that mama’s boy is looking for something on Senator Graves that would embarrass him. Cause his political career damage. That’s called blackmail, not a prank. And he’d do it just to please his mother. But he could go to jail for the rest of his life. He really thinks he’d be able to get away with something like that?”
“He won’t really do it. He was just talking. Sometimes he acts like he’s young Microsoft or something.”
She had the nerve to giggle, but it sounded nervous, which it should have been. I kept a very straight face. “I see nothing funny. What do you see in a nerd like that?”
“He’s nice.”
“Still looking for the knight in shining armor. Still looking for love to take you away, like in the movie Pretty Woman, huh?”
“No.”
“See, it’s sad that your little boyfriend has no idea that the dirt he’ll uncover could be his own. If he did that, he’d not only uncover evidence linking Senator Graves to prostitution, but that would open a whole ugly can of worms that would expose his own stepfather’s kinky other life, and expose Lip Service. Now there are three ways to solve this. One would be for you to tell him what you do and what his stepfather is into. But that’s a no-no. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Another would be, you keep an eye on your little beau, and talk him out of that madness. You’d need to keep him close. You understand that?”
“Yes.”
“Micah had better watch himself. Kemba said Micah’s own mother all but propositioned him while he was coming out of the gym the other day.”
“She did?”
“Yes. She did. Your boyfriend Micah is so busy trying to blackmail the enemy, he’d end up destroying his own political family.”
“I’ve got him.”
“Yeah, well, you’d better.”
“How’d you know about the hotel room being torn up?”
“Back to your boyfriend. The third way would be that I could have someone handle him. I’ve been at this for years and I have a lot to lose. My clients have a lot to lose. I’m not going to let anyone ruin this. If you don’t talk him out of his little brainstorm, I can fix it myself with one phone call.”
“You wouldn’t do anything to Senator Ellington’s son.”
I just looked right through her.
She blinked fast. “Like I said, I’ve got him.” She swallowed hard. “And actually, I’m ready to quit.”
“Not just yet. I need y
ou near him. Trust me, this is not a joke. Handle this.”
“Or else what?”
“Midori, even if you are my sister, I won’t let you fuck this up. We’re in the world of politics and sex in New York City, and right now, there’s porn and kinky sex on tons of government computers as we speak. It’s the perfect place to be to make money for the service I provide. And before I let some amateur, sorry-ass blackmail scheme happen, I’ll do what I have to do. I’m not going to jail. I’ll stop anyone.” I gave her a look serious enough to let her know I’m a madam first, and a sister second.
Midori angled her stare like a puppy.
I imitated her angle. “You could learn a thing or two from Malaka. Clean and easy.” I handed her an envelope. “Now, I’m flying you to the Florida Keys for a late dinner, and then a full day with a Long Island physician. Meet him at the Little Palm Island hotel tonight at nine. Your flight is at noon.”
“Got it.” She took it.
“And tell your little nerdy boyfriend you’re going to look at property. Keep him in check.” I did not blink. “And, Midori, this conversation never happened.”
She did blink, fast as usual, and nodded yes.
That would have all been well and good, if Midori’s sneaky ass hadn’t been wired the entire time.
PYNK DARES YOU TO BE SEX-SEE
Twenty-one and over please!
Walk around the house naked all evening, whether alone or with your mate.
If you have the privacy, plan a weekend to have sex in every room of the house.
Compliment your mate on what he/she does that pleases you, and then tell him/her what else turns you on, in and out of bed. Then try it together.
Check into a hotel by yourself for a night with a bag of toys and treat yourself to strawberries, chocolate, shrimp, and champagne, whatever—don’t forget candles and incense—and then spend the evening finding your G-spot, and focus on bringing yourself to the highest level of orgasm ever. Learn your body. Find your spots. Make love to you.
Send a sex text to your lover during the day and promise him/her (1) a chocolate tongue bath, (2) a butt massage, or (3) oral sex, without a word being said, as soon as he/she walks in the door. Let him/her pick one.
Do a topless lap dance for your man while wearing boy shorts (these flatter the booty) and heels.
Try out a nude beach together or with willing friends while on vacation.
Play board games or cards together and the loser has to perform fellatio or cunnilingus for ten minutes (or less, depending on how talented he/she is).
Meet (hotel or at home) for lunch-hour sex.
Put on some Johnny Gill or baby-making music equivalent and have a pillow talk evening where you speak sexy to each other the entire time you’re having sex, especially cheering the other on while they climax.
Have phone sex with your lover while you’re each in different rooms, and then meet up in the shower together.
Ladies, ride your mate reverse cowgirl until he…well, until he yells “Yippie yi yo yippie yo yippie yay.” Or you yell it.
Go to a sex shop together and pick out a pocket pussy that he likes. Use it on him while giving him a hand job, you gripping it around his penis. Make sure to use lubrication.
Have him pick out a dildo or vibrating clit stimulator for him to use on you while in the 69 position, while he gives you oral sex from the 6 position. It’ll be hard for you to concentrate well enough to reciprocate from your 9 position, but try your best.
Play sexy chef and prepare breakfast in an apron and high heels.
Have your mate penetrate you with a frozen penis, a Popsicle, also known as an iced lolly. The phallic-shaped, single ones. Green is good, but any flavor. Have him/her lick it as it melts. If you’re hot like an oven, it should melt in your walls pretty quickly. (Be warned: the sugar can lead to a yeast imbalance—there are homemade frozen versions you can make using only water.) Or ladies, let him watch you suck the Popsicle erotically until it’s gone.
Listen to your lover’s moans and reply physically by doing more of that.
Learn a few sexy sentences in another language and break them out in bed.
Try oral sex on the woman while she stands up.
Have a morning quickie every day for one week.
Please him, mouth only, with your hands tied behind your back with a silk scarf.
Please her, mouth only, with your hands tied behind your back with a silk scarf.
Give oral sex after a sip of warm coffee. Coffee head, it’s called. Or, give oral sex with ice chips in your mouth.
Make mental love by sharing each other’s day, cooking together, enjoying a movie while cuddling, and going to bed simply spooning. No sex, oral or otherwise.
Talk, laugh, get in a silly mood, and yell, “Race you to the bedroom,” and make love. Kiss. Look into each other’s eyes. Caress. Compliment. Afterward, hug and talk some more.
Masturbate while fantasizing about the best lover you’ve ever had in your entire life. Say their name, say their name!
Wash your hands thoroughly, take a hand mirror, and lie back in private. Place the mirror between your legs and get familiar with your vulva, which means your entire outer and inner genital areas: (a) the mons (the top, under your belly where the pubic hair starts); (b) discover what your urethra looks like; (c) examine your clitoral glans/shaft (pull back the fold of skin called the hood to take a closer look—the clitoris is the only organ on the entire body solely for sexual arousal); (d) notice your outer labia; and (e) your inner labia; (f) as well as the vaginal opening, which leads to the vagina (the vagina is not the outer genital; it is the inner organ); insert your finger and squeeze, using your PC, or Kegel, muscles—notice your own unique shade of pink; (g) look at your hymen (the membrane just barely inside at the top). Be gentle and take your time. Know your pink anatomy. Remember, no one should know your vulva better than you do.
Select a few chapters from your favorite erotic novel, hopefully a Pynk book, *wink*, and read the scenes aloud to your guy. Test the sexiness of the steamy scenes based upon his hard-on, or hard-off. Just reach over and rub it to see if it’s hard. Say, “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He’ll thank you for it later.
Be safe and sane. :)
READING GROUP GUIDE
Who was your favorite character in Sixty-Nine, Magnolia, Rebe, or Darla, and why?
Do you know of anyone who had a drug-addicted and/or mentally unstable parent, similar to Magnolia’s mother and Rebe’s mother?
Did you think Magnolia, Rebe, and Darla were true, unconditional friends?
Would you have forgiven Magnolia for her indiscretion with your ex-husband? Has a friend of yours ever crossed the line and gone behind your back to have sex with someone you were with, either during or after your relationship? Is it okay if your friend dates your ex-boyfriend?
Would you have told your friend that a mutual friend slept with his/her husband back in college? Why or why not?
Would you consider taking pole-dancing classes as a form of exercise? Have you ever had a secret fantasy of being a stripper, or other type of job that would be considered taboo?
Do you or would you date outside of your race, “down with the swirl,” as it’s called? What race other than your own do you find sexy? Name a celebrity of another race who is your type. Pynk says Brad Pitt can get it!
Would you have enough trust and understanding to invite your fiancé’s ex-wife to the wedding?
My stripper name would be Chiquita Coliseum, the name of my pet and the street I lived on when I was young. What would your stripper name be?
Did you learn anything sexually from reading Sixty-Nine? Are you willing to try it out?
Magnolia, Rebe, and Darla all ended up leaving a little bit about their lives unsaid. Is it true that some things are better left untold? Would you confess your infidelities to a friend if it involved their ex? Would you tell your fiancé about an indiscretion to clear the air before saying I do?
/> Is there an issue in your sex life that you’d be willing to improve? Do you ask for what you want in bed?
Do you consider yourself closer to oversexed or undersexed? Please explain.
Would you allow a sexual cheerleader into your bedroom?
Do you need any sexual healing? If so, what would your New Year’s sexual resolution be?
Would you consider having or adopting a child if you were/are over the age of forty?
Which guy in Sixty-Nine do you think was the best man in bed? The best out of bed?
Do you prefer missionary or sixty-nine? Why? What is your favorite position?
HOT RAVES FOR PYNK AND HER NOVELS
SEXAHOLICS
“Raw, gritty, and… shocking… explicit. Pynk dives head first into sex addiction and its players… and she works it.”
—BibliophilicBookBlog.com
“Hot and steamy… Pynk’s down-to-earth and fast-paced writing style keeps the story moving and entertaining. The sex scenes are plentiful and titillating… Pynk delivers.”
—TheBlackUrbanTimes.com
“Intense… unbelievable… raw and real.”
—SimplyStacie.net
EROTIC CITY
“Steamy.”
—Library Journal
“No-holds-barred… you may want to keep this book under the covers.”
—StreetFiction.org
“Sure to enchant the freak in all of you… open the spicy pages… and leave your inhibitions in reality… I really enjoyed every moment in Erotic City. It punctures erotica’s envelope… And I mean that as a compliment.”
