by Zach Tate
We had a seat on a bench across from the security desk. After a five-minute wait, another security member walked over to Red and handed her a large manila envelope. She stood to lead me back to the car.
After a short ride we stopped over at the diamond district. We walked into a shop that was on 46th and Sixth Avenue, at the end of the block, far away from the Sixth Avenue traffic. In front of us was a magnificent display of diamond jewelry. She pointed out a black pearl and diamond necklace with matching earrings. For her wrist, she pointed out a black and white diamond bracelet. A giant sized, oval diamond ring slid onto her ring finger. When it was time to pay for the items, the man told me $2,500. I paid, and on my way out of the store my silence ended.
“Hold up—hold up—hold up,” I said before we went back into the limo. “How the hell did all that come up to such short money?”
She grabbed the door handle to the car. “If a hustler can bluff ‘em, then a hustler can beat ‘em. It’s all costume baby. The best costume place in Manhattan.” I kept my mouth shut the rest of the way.
We were back at the suite when Red laid out all of the items we purchased. She opened the envelope, and two diplomatic license plates clashed down on the table. I stood with a puzzled look on my face. She told me to have a seat.
“I can’t tell you about the job. I can’t jinx myself, but we have to get ourselves all done up in the morning. You have to make another roll of fifteen hundred and one for a thousand so we can finance the job. All I can tell you is that tomorrow you will live like a diplomat. After that, you’ll either be in federal custody, or back here celebrating with me sexing your brains out.”
$$$
The following day, everyone in the suite was up early. Roxy was congratulating Red for getting back in the streets, and Joy was running around trying her best to make sure that I didn’t raise a finger for anything. The girl washed me, took out my clothes, and tried to feed me. I stopped her when she wanted to wipe me on the toilet. She and Roxy made a great team, and when they dropped $3,000 on the table, I knew what I was going to give them for Christmas.
Red and I headed down to the stylist in the hotel so that our appearances would be flawless. After applying all of her makeup, she looked like she was straight from Hollywood.
By eight o’clock, the invites to the event arrived and we were ready to go. I was instructed to act dignified. When asked what country I represented, I was to respond by saying, “The greatest in the world.”
The limo downstairs was washed, waxed, and looked like it belonged to the president. When we stepped out in the cold November night, our matching minks shielded us from the frigid elements. Walking next to Red was intimidating. I was sure that no one in the world would have believed that she had a Crack habit in the past. Her soft and healthy light skin and her dark red hair, along with her gown and jewels, transformed her back into the queen who had mesmerized me.
A block away from the U.N. building the driver drove into an underground parking garage. While sitting in the car, he changed the license plates, replacing them with the diplomatic ones. Small colorful flags were also placed on the antenna of the car. When we pulled into the United Nations, flagpoles lined the front entrance. The driver walked around to let us out. The press took pictures of all guests. Red kissed me as we walked, shielding our faces from the flashing bulbs.
Once inside, no one asked for our invitation. Right then, I understood why the perfect image was so important in making major moves.
Champagne was served in the dimly lit festivity area. Red didn’t want to make her move until all the guests had their fill. In the meantime, we sat around making small talk with diplomats. I was highly impressed by the way Red carried herself.
An hour after we arrived, the drinks flowed, and all types of toasts were made in different languages. Red left my side to do her job. I tried my best to resist the urge of picking the pockets of the drunken diplomats. The next thing I knew, I was engaged in conversation with a Lithuanian woman. She asked me who I was and I told her I was in charge of International Security. She asked a few more questions and I told her my information was classified. Of course that didn’t stop her, and I didn’t know who talked more, the woman or Joy.
I was tiptoeing away from the chatterbox when I felt Red slide next to me with her coat folded. I had to fix the fold to cover the large manila envelope she carried. Very carefully, we slipped out of the area. On our way out of the side entrance, I slipped another roll of cash to the same security officer that I paid the day before.
On the ride back to the hotel, I paid off the driver who had somehow slipped the original plates back on. Red’s reasoning was simple: all of the cars looked identical; security would assume that the people who arrived in one limo, were not the same people who left in another. Hence the different plates.
When we entered the empty suite, Red jumped up and down in celebration. She dumped stacks of various currencies on the living room floor. There was $72,000 in American currency. Red told me, when exchanged, the foreign bills would bring in close to another $40,000.
She slid all of the American dollars over to me. “That’s for you.” She then grabbed the other bills. “This is for my new stash.”
I still didn’t know what we did, or how much trouble I was in so I asked, “Now tell me about the job.”
“Okay, for the past few years I went to the World Thanksgiving event at the U.N.”
She saw the puzzled look on my face. She rolled her eyes and said, “Whatever. I like to see how the better half lives, and it gives me intellectual stimulation to know that I can debate about world affairs with the best of them, okay? Anyway, last year, after one too many drinks, I made a wrong turn. I stumbled into an office when I was looking for the restroom. Instead, I found an executive of the building dropping different currencies of cash into a side drawer. He never saw me; I crept under a desk until he left. When he was gone, I came from under the desk and felt for the tumblers to line up, but I only got one of the numbers before someone came.”
“What do you mean felt for the tumblers?”
“Every lock has cylinders or tumblers. When I was in high school, I discovered that I have a gift of being able to feel the tumblers move. Don’t ask me to explain it. I can open any run of the mill safe, if I have the time. I did my homework and found out that the U.N. has to have what they call, ‘petty cash’ available for diplomats leaving or coming into the country. This is just in case something happens. Throughout the building, there’s quite a few of those petty cash safes. It just so happens that I bumped into one.
“And that’s petty cash?” I asked
“Hell yeah! Can you imagine what it would look like if a consulate or Prime Minister of a powerful nation needed real cash and the government told him it wasn’t available? America is not gonna allow their reputation of being the richest country in the world go down the tubes. That drawer was rinky-dink, so I guess by morning, everything over there is gonna change.”
Red picked up all of the bills and walked into my bedroom. She spread the cash on the bed, took off her gown, and got naked before saying, “In the meantime, I want to celebrate by you riding me until the girls come home.”
13
Cashmere
On Thanksgiving morning I stopped Joy and Roxy from going out. I sent all three women down to the spa for a full hair and body treatment. When Joy came back, she had a short haircut like Red’s. With the make up the stylist applied, she couldn’t recognize herself. For the whole morning it was, ‘Daddy this, and daddy that.’ It was impossible for me to do anything on my own, including brushing my teeth. Since Joy started working out with Red and Roxy, and gave up the Twinkie diet, her weight dropped off by the pounds.
Joy and Roxy ran around like little children. It was the first Thanksgiving they had in a place where they wanted to be. I told them all to get dressed. Like a father giving his children a treat, I took them right outside our front door to watch the Macys Thanksgiving Day
parade. For all the years the three women were in Midtown, they had never stopped to watch the parade. As the balloons and floats went by, Joy yelled, “Ooooo, that’s nice.” The only thing missing was little Mimi.
By the afternoon, I ordered a festive layout of food. Everyone was excited. It was Joy’s first Thanksgiving dinner. It had been over eleven years since Roxy had a decent holiday meal, so she was excited and wouldn’t stop kissing all over me. After pleading, demanding, and threatening physical harm, I forced Red to call Dallas so she could talk to her mom and family. I even made a few arrangements when I spoke to her mother and aunt; and they loved my ideas.
Red was the only one out of our group that had a mother who was worthy enough to be called. It had been two years since she called home; she was thrilled afterwards.
When the meal arrived with the three bottles of ‘86 Krug Clos champagne, I was overjoyed and couldn’t hide my feelings. That day, I felt better than I had in a long time. I even made everybody pray at the table and tell each other what we were thankful for.
It was a sweet event. By the time two of the champagne bottles were empty, Roxy was whispering in Red’s ear. Then Red stumbled to the other side of the table and whispered in Joy’s ear. When Joy gave a high five to Red, they all smiled. I interrupted the festivities with a drunken inquiry. “Y’all keeping secrets now?”
Roxy looked good enough to eat. When she stood wearing a latex body suit, I was proud of my achievement. Her face glowed, her shoulder length straight blonde hair—with a bang in the front, was in place, and her blue contacts magnified her chocolate skin. She sat in my lap and put her lips to my ear as she slowly and teasingly said, “Baby? Can I—have permission—to freak you in a way—I never did—beee-fore?”
Some people get drunk, some get tore up. I was tore down. My head was nodding and telling her yes before all the words came out of her mouth. Then Red stood, put her hands against the table for support, and then stumbled her way to my lap. In my right ear, she started her whispery seductive routine. “Hey, sugar. I would love to show you that I’m in your family. Would you like that? Then I want you to reciprocate and do things to me that you never did before. Do you mind if we party?”
“No drugs, Red,” I slurred out.
She smiled and plunged her tongue in and out of my ear. “Nuh uh. Something better. Extremely better, okay?”
Since my brain was working in slow motion, and my little head was speeding with an erection, I nodded so hard my chin touched my chest. That’s when I felt both women put one hand over each of my eyes. A few moments later I felt my zipper being unzipped. My erection was let loose into the chill of the room. Suddenly I felt the wet, hot, pulling of lips on my manhood. The expertise of copulation told me it was Roxy, but she sat on my left.
While the beautiful act of oral sex went on, both women whispered into each ear.
“I’m gonna give you what you never had before,” came from the left.
“Mmmmm, you gonna work this clit tonight, I’m gonna be a bad girl and please my baby,” she said into my right ear.
Both made erotic promises at the same time. It was too much for me to handle while the hot lips were on my manhood, so I exploded, and the pro swallowed every drop. As my body jumped, the hands were removed. When I looked down Joy was on her knees under the table, talking to my shaft and kissing all over it.
Roxy unbuttoned my shirt while Red unbuttoned my cuffs. Joy pulled my pants from under me. In my nakedness, I was escorted to the master bedroom while the girls stripped off their clothing.
Red lay me on my back while Roxy whispered in Joy’s ear. Joy’s big naked body stood over me. She took her time and squatted down over my chest. She unfolded her hot pink lips to reveal her fat wet clitoris. She cupped it with one hand and stimulated it with the other. My shaft was standing at attention.
Red was off at the side of the bed kissing all over me. She sucked on the nipples of my chest while I watched Joy pleasure herself. Roxy put her mouth on my love muscle and pleased herself with her free hand. Red then worked her way down to my cock and slowly took Roxy’s place. While Red was bent over standing at the foot of the bed sucking me off, Roxy stepped behind her, opened her cheeks, and tasted Red’s clit from behind.
The more oral pleasure Red received from behind, the more oral pleasure she gave me. Between the alcohol and the fact that I came earlier, I was more fascinated in watching the three women—cumming was the last thing on my mind.
“Daddy, I’m cumming—I’m cumming, daddy,” Joy screamed.
By the humming sounds, I knew Red was cumming, too. She stopped sucking on me; her eyes locked shut, enjoying her pleasure. When they both came, Joy jumped down off the bed and Roxy came up for air.
Joy pulled me off the bed, and laid me on the floor. Roxy was the first to slip a condom on me and mount me. Red sat on my chest and put her vagina in my face. While Roxy rode me, she had both of Red’s nipples in her hands. She squeezed and pinched them while sucking on Red’s neck and back. Joy stood over me, eased her wet clit to Red’s mouth, and then placed one of her legs over Red’s shoulder. As Red rode my face, my tongue did a dance with her clit. I could feel Roxy cumming. We stayed in that position until everyone came. That night our four bodies made a King-sized small.
$$$
I was exhausted when I awoke the next morning. I made a mental note to start working out with the girls. My bed was empty. It was obvious that the girls went out to make up for the day they lost.
I stepped out into the living room and I couldn’t believe what was before my eyes. Red was standing with a business suit on, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a folded newspaper. She looked like a Wall Street executive, catching up with the times before going off to work.
“What has you up this morning?” I asked. “I was hoping we could finish off where we left off last night?”
“Are you kidding? This is the first day of the shopping season. I have to hurry to get the currency exchanged. There’s too much money out there to be sitting up here.” A smile came over her face. “Last night was wonderful. Very nice. You are so charming that it’s hard to share you. You did a wonderful thing for us and you should be proud.”
I felt all mushy inside. To change the subject, I asked, “So what’s interesting in the paper.”
“Oh, the regular. The new mayor, Central Park Jogger case, and Randolph Christopher opening the Victory Hotel on the East side.”
I shrugged my shoulder as the light bulb slowly came to life. When it finally went off, I asked, “You did say Randolph Christopher, right? Let me see if there’s a picture of him?” Lo and behold, I looked down at the newspaper and the picture of the kiddy freak that Yoda had harassed and chased away months ago was staring back at me smiling. “You familiar with this cat?” I asked in surprise.
“He’s always developing properties and building something. He owns a great deal of the Eastside.”
The wheels were turning. My thoughts were cut off when Red asked, “You know him or something?”
“Oh yeah, this is a vic I’m gonna keep on ice.”
She shrugged her shoulders and kissed me on the cheek. While putting on a new leather jacket I didn’t remember her picking up, she said, “Marcy and Elexus dropped off the stack of coats they were suppose to bring to you. They said to tell you that it’s the holiday, so they need more credit cards. I can do some pocket stings today, if you want me to, and give them the cards later?”
I gave her a nod. She kissed her hand, blew the kiss at me, and slammed the door behind her.
The amount of cash I had in the suite was talking to me. I had to get out and go see Proverb. I threw on a pair of slacks and a sweater with my ankle length boots. I slipped on one of the coats the queers dropped off, a full-length suede Gore-Tex Timberland coat, with a wool-cashmere hat to match.
While I was trying to put all of the cash together by fitting the stacks into my new coat, the suite door opened, scaring me to death.
; “You don’t knock?” I asked Gloria as she walked through the door.
“Well dayum, good morning to you too. I just wanted to surprise you in bed that’s all. I saw all the girls leave, so I wanted to give you this money and spread a little holiday spirit.” I noticed something different when she walked up to me; her hair and nails were done. She put her hand on my cheek. “Come on, baby; let me make you feel better.”
Gloria squatted and put my limp member into her mouth. She then began her routine of sucking while fingering herself. It was obvious that she loved double stimulation. Again, the condom was slipped on, she bent over at the waist, guided me in, and moved until I picked up the rhythm. I was being used. With each thrust, I asked myself what I could do to end the arrangement. I then looked around and thought of the way I lived, and figured a deal was a deal.
Gloria came, and was satisfied with her payment. While wiping her body with a hand towel, she handed me $1,000 and said, “I had another two grand for you, but the maintenance man needed a loan. This girl in housekeeping baby got sick and she wasn’t getting paid, so she borrowed some. I paid the maitre‘d, security, the bellboy, and the head chef. The maitre‘d has some coming back to you because he needed more product. Oh, and my five hundred is coming, and you should think about a small something-something for your staff on Christmas.”
“My staff?”
“It cost to be the boss, honey. Let me know if you need me to do anything else for you.”
“Yeah, I need a big bag,” I said, thinking of the cash I had to transport.
“I can give you a pillow case for now, unless you want to meet me downstairs and use my Coach bag?”
Gloria stayed in the room so that she could change all of the linen and tidy up the place. I walked down Broadway with a pillowcase under my coat.
