Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(54)
Kola kicked off her shoes and went straight into her bathroom. She needed to wash up before attending her event. She turned on the water to her marble sunken tub and began stripping out of her clothes.
She made a few phone calls from her cell phone to make sure all the preparations for her party had been taken care of. Mostly, she talked to Gina, her trusted assistant, and Gina let her know that everyone was ready and everything was in place.
Kola’s parties started late—midnight or after. She liked it that way because it gave her more time to arrange everything. Besides, she knew the freaks mostly came out at night.
She smiled as she slowly submerged herself in the steaming, relaxing water. Then she turned on the small sound system embedded in her bathroom walls to listen to some R&B. Soaking in the tub, she tried not to think about her problems with her family, as she focused on her business and the streets.
Meanwhile, Mike-Mike was locked up in Rikers Island, and Danny was on the run. He had caught a murder charge a month earlier and decided to flee the city, but Kola didn’t stress it. She was only seventeen and living better than most adults.
CHAPTER 20
The porn-style party, taking place in SoHo, Manhattan, got into full swing after one in the morning. The cast iron building, tucked away on a quiet cobblestone city street, with sparse traffic outside, was the perfect location for a sex ’n’ play gathering. Inside the large room with the high ceiling and large-covered windows, with the brick, ductwork, and beams exposed, and a soaring view of the city, young scantily clad women in stilettos, some nude, moved around the loft, looking to please the many men available.
The men were just as loosely dressed as the ladies, some shirtless or in their underwear, and drooling at the slim, curvy, long-legged beauties. The loft came to life with sex. It was a free-for-all to do what you please with any of the ladies. There were two makeshift back rooms for privacy, or if a couple was bold enough, they could create their own show for everyone to see. Couples paired off in some corner or against the brick walls, in full view of one another.
The 15-inch club-size speakers situated throughout the loft played the smash hit by Ludacris and Trey Songz, “Sex Room.” All the grinding and touching going on got the ladies wet, and it didn’t take long for the downtown loft to literally become a sex room.
A handsome, young executive got his chance to be sexually entertained by Bunny Rabbit, one of Kola’s favorite girls. She was raw at the party, walking around butt naked in some six-inch heels and feeling up on all the fellows daringly with a teasing smile. Her long black hair danced around her shoulders, and her voluptuous curves got many stares from the men and women. She gave an enthusiastic member a blowjob right on the floor, sucking his thick, long, pink penis so good that after he came, he took a seat on the floor to catch his breath.
“You OK, honey?” Bunny Rabbit asked with a smile.
The man nodded. “Shit! That was f*ckin’ awesome, man!”
“That’s what I’m here for,” Bunny Rabbit told him.
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Kola knew who to pick for memberships. She went after the men with big bucks and lustful appetites. Her networking skills were that of a champion. She would hit up Wall Street, corporate events, and industry parties, and then start to talk. She disguised her age, carried herself with true professionalism—classy, but with a little aggression to push her business—and had the men believing she was a young madam. She would take their business cards or give out hers, promising them the time of their lives. A few days later, they’d discuss membership fees, and then two days before the party they would get a text or e-mail containing the details.
Kola’s first event went off very well. She had a great crowd come through, and all her ladies did their thing. The men couldn’t get enough of her girls. Kola had hosted the event at a vacant Brooklyn warehouse, where everyone was treated to champagne, wine, even liquor, and there was so much sexing going on that, at the end of the night, used condoms were found all over the place.
Within weeks, Kola’s party spread by word of mouth, and everyone wanted in. But Kola was very careful in screening her clients. She was shrewd and meticulous, and had a good eye to spot bullshit. She did background checks and watched everything carefully, knowing that one slip-up could cost her plenty, especially if the police were watching her.
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Bunny Rabbit happily guided the tall, dark, handsome, suit-and-tie-wearing man by the hand, leading him to some place more discreet in the congested loft. She knew he was kind of shy and new to Kola’s parties.
Since the two rooms were occupied, they had to f-uck out in the open. Bunny Rabbit liked his swag. He was dark-skinned and well-built with short hair and a thin mustache. He didn’t talk much, but she knew he wasn’t interested in having a conversation with her. She noticed he’d been ogling her since he arrived, so she took the initiative to start something with him.
She went up to the tall stranger and whispered in his ear, “Follow me,” and took his hand, guiding him through the crowd. The man didn’t protest. He willingly followed Bunny Rabbit to wherever she was taking him.
They soon were hugged up on each other in a dim corner of the loft, near one of the large, covered windows. Little by little, Bunny Rabbit began grinding her thick backside into him, feeling his dick growing in his slacks. She smiled, reaching around behind her, and let her hand travel south, grabbing his package. The man moaned and wanted her to continue.