“I’ve had some interest in Alexander Mobile for years, the time is right.” I pull out a chair offering it to the ancient man. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t know my interest in the Alexander’s go far beyond business, it is personal. It has been personal since Daniel left me and took up with that trust-fund Barbie doll, Samantha Rockwell. Not that I even really give a shit about him anymore. This is pure revenge, the last nail in my vendetta so I can finally move on with my damn life.
“So, I take that you are pleased with all the details of the purchase. Why don’t you go ahead and give me your John Hancock on a couple of these papers, and we will schedule the board meeting for two days from now, say Friday morning bright and early.” I pull the last contract out of my folder, sliding it across the desk while pointing at the two X’s that need his signature with my mint colored nails. The old man pulls an expensive pen out of his breast pocket, under his black blazer and scribbles his name down in both places. I let out a small sigh of relief. It was too easy, like taking candy from a baby.
“I’ve been looking to offload these shares for years, Ms. James. I just need to hang up my hat and retire. Thank you for helping me finally give it all up. You be good to Daniel Alexander, he is a good businessman.” He slowly rises from the chair, probably the fastest his old body would allow him anymore. Extending his arm in my direction, I shake with vigor before reassuring him.
“I will be sure to take care of Mr. Alexander. Thank you for being such a gracious businessman Mr. Stern.” I flash him a million dollar smile. Or maybe I should say a sixty million dollar deal, because in all seriousness, that is how much this merger just cost. When it comes down to it, this old man just made my career. I should probably drop to my knees and suck his wrinkly old dick in thanks. On second thought, I think I just fucking vomited in my mouth.
“You have a good day, Mr. Stern. Say hello to Kay for me.” And like that, the old man walks out of the office, closing the door behind him. I listen to his footsteps making their way to the elevator as I celebrate quietly in my office. Kicking off my heels I jump into the air with a fist pump before completing the celebration by doing the humpty dance. Tonight calls for a fucking celebration. Sliding my pumps back on, I stroll behind my desk and pick up my phone. Thumbing through the contacts on my iPhone screen I come to my best friend, and occasional fuck buddy Star.
Seven and Star, what a fucking pair. Our hippy dippy parents had been friends, more like swingers our entire lives. I can’t even tell you how many times as teenagers we found them in gross compromising positions. She had also been the only person I could rely on my entire life. Our bond went beyond a special brand of sisterhood. The fact that we dabbled in a little muff diving together was probably the least of the issues our parents bestowed upon us. Opening a text message I typed out the plans for the night.
Tossing my cell onto the desk I pick up the phone and dial Olivia’s extension again. This time, my bi-polar self is much nicer. I am sure the poor girl is probably scared shitless to answer her line when she sees me calling. “Yes, Ms. James?”
“Livie, Love. Can you order me one of those delish chicken wraps from that little place on the corner, you know… the one with the honey mustard.” I could be speaking Russian, and she would know exactly what I needed. Which is why I paid her the big bucks. “Sure, anything to drink?”
“Just grab me a bottle of Mountain Dew. While you are gone, stick Derek at your desk. No one else on the floor is worth a shit at taking messages. Oh, and I am out of the office for the rest of the day if anyone else calls.” I placed the phone back down on the receiver, and started finishing up all the leftover paperwork to send down to the legal department. Such a damn load off my overflowing plate.
Sinners and Swingers isn’t your typical bar. Honestly, I don’t think the club would consider itself a bar at all. Most kink clubs in New York City serve alcohol, but all keep strict limits on the amount they serve to the patrons, rightfully so. I make my way into the club donning a white tank top, bright red leather pants, and black stiletto heels. My long hair flows freely around my face, coming to an end somewhere around ass. I carefully made up my features with a hint of dark smoky makeup and my signature bright red lipstick. Everyone here knows me, I have been a staple to this club since my twenty-first birthday. An ex-fling brought me here hoping to interest me in a threesome. People here know me as Mistress Marilyn, not Seven.
I sit my ass down on the cheap black barstool and nod to Rex, the bartender. A smile spreads across his face as he ignores everyone else to tend to me. Flattering, he gives me a big head.
“Well, well, well! What do we have here? Mistress Marilyn, where have you been?” A seductive smile rakes across his face while he licks his lips, zeroing in on my tits. “Oh, ya know. The real world. Gotta make that money, Rex.” He nods, and ignores the others looking for booze. “Why don’t you get me a shot of Jameson and a bottle of Sam Adams?” Without a second thought he turns to the bar and works on my request. I turn around, eyeing the great room to see what kind of trouble I can get myself into for the night.
It has been a good month since I have had an evening to myself at Sinners and Swingers, and I want to make the most of it. Maybe I will get real lucky and have Star join me for the night. Just as my blonde BFF enters my mind, she enters the room. Quickly snaking through the dancing bodies.
That is when I notice him, Evan. He is holding onto Star’s hand for dear life, and she is dragging him along like a love struck puppy dog. I guess I won’t be getting my fill of her perfect pink pussy tonight. I try not to let my expression show it, but I am pissed. I hate that fucking poser, and she only likes him because of his big dick, Prince Albert and all.
“Pink this week?” I ask, referring to the manic panic dyed locks in her hair. It suits her though. Perfectly. “You like it?” She asks while she pulls me into her arms for an over friendly hug. Her hands glide across my ass before she runs a teasing finger between my legs. “It suits you, that is for sure.” I laugh as Rex returns with my drinks. “Get Star, and him whatever they want. Drinks are on me tonight.”
I throw back the shot of whiskey. The amber liquid burns my throat, but damn it hurts so good. Star wraps her arm around me, pulling me in to plant a juicy kiss on my cheek before she finally asks, “what are we celebrating tonight?” The question of the hour. What I do in the board room stays there. I don’t bring work home, ever. I don’t bring home, to work, ever. Most of my employees don’t even believe I have a fucking personal life, which is pretty rich considering the life I lead when I am not in the office.
“Victory. Sweet, fucking victory, bitch!” I grab her and plant a kiss right back on her cheek, careful not to make a play for her lips. Not only would Evan fill with rage, but I am sure Star would be pretty pissed at me for running him off. “What third world country did you concur this week?” Star laughs while she picks up her martini off the bar and chugs. I lift my bottle of beer to my lips and take a nice long sip, licking my lips and smiling bright enough to light up all of Manhattan. “No country, this week. Just a name I can cross of my revenge list.” I give no more details.