Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Page 12

  “Even though he’d amassed an UNGODLY amount of power and fortune over time, for some reason, Sir Sheik saw only a tiny share of this fortune yearly—and would speak to him even less than that.”

  “Yeah…everyone thinks that she was kinda disowned once he found out that she fucks women. Eventually he forgave her but still couldn’t stand the thought of his own daughter exercising her homosexual tendencies around him. She was shipped off to attend a private school in Manhattan in her freshman year of high school and has pretty much raised herself since then.”

  “Sounds like out of sight…out of mind…”

  “Yep. She used to get a small allowance of a cool quarter of a mil each year and was free to live how she wanted in Manhattan. That’s where she met Flourish, Prima and Pharaoh.”

  “Okay.”

  “Pharaoh and the Sheik were so close that Pharaoh used to share Sir Sheik’s Manhattan penthouse with her in high school. That was like their ‘bachelor pad’—paid in full courtesy of her father. And that’s where all four of them got to be such good friends. Anybody who was anybody lesbian in Manhattan has partied at Sir Sheik’s bachelor pad.”

  “In fact, I think that’s where they got the original idea for Cloud9.”

  “You know…I never put two and two together, but you might be right about that, Starr-light.”

  “It does makes a whole lot of sense, luv. Leave it to you to connect the dots.” Kendra added.

  “I don’t know. It might just be a hunch. But I digress. Pharaoh’s mom is of the Seneca tribe in New York and her dad is Dominican. He played baseball for the New York Yankees and where I heard she got most of her drop-dead gorgeous looks from. While you’re ripped with lean muscle, Pharaoh is cock-diesel ripped, like her dad, but without going overboard.”

  “Pharaoh’s mom died of a drug overdose when Pharaoh was young though and she kinda rebelled after that. She was sent to a boarding school in the U.K. and then brought back to Manhattan after her dad re-married. She leveled out, but brought the drugs, sex and rock and roll swagga back with her. And the rest was history.”

  “…yeah and the fact that NinaStarr has been crushin’ on Pharaoh for forever, ain’t no mystery either.” Lolita giggled.

  “…yeah she gets all flush whenever Pharaoh comes around her.”

  “Hey, you guys are supposed to be keepin’ that on the low. Besides, right now it’s irrelevant.”

  Lolita and Kendra continued giggling then decided they’d better go back to enjoying the show.

  “Anyway, boss, all of ‘em have traveled the globe together over the years and it’s been said that Sir Sheik knows eight different languages and can play the piano and cello very well. Pharaoh is the lead singer and guitarist in a punk rock band. And although they’ve partied heavier than most, they’re all well learned. PrimaDonna and the Sheik used to be very intimate. However, I personally think that the fact that the Sheik has been in and out of rehab has kinda taken a toll on Prima—but I can tell she still cares for her. I mean, I think they’re so close that they would die for each other.”

  “And that’s all I know about them.”

  “Thanks, baby. That’s all I need to know right now.”

  “Well, ladies we gotta start getting ready to go on next.”

  “We’ll catch you after the performance, boss.”

  Each of my three angels gave me a kiss on the cheek and made their way downstairs.

  The Trio had given me priceless intel that I would need to be able to make clever moves within this chess game. NinaStarr had said that I would need to take heed of Sir Sheik’s temper. Yet, despite the warning I would still make ballsy moves, if and when I wanted.

  I’d played this game countless times and was raised to be fearless, because I knew the source from which my power came. This source was love, light and all life and creation—which were definitely all fear-free zones.

  I was also taught to listen to my body’s temple and my temple was telling me to make a ballsy move—right now.

  I loved playing with fire sometimes because it let me know that I was still alive. But sometimes playing with fire could get you burnt.

  So either this move would get me embarrassed, brutalized or successfully get me into PrimaDonna’s territory. Either way it would be worth it.

  To test the waters, I dispatched Suez over to forward a simple message telling the ladies that they looked absolutely ravishing tonight.

  I drank from my Belair and waited as Suez began to whisper in PrimaDonna’s ears and point in my direction.

  And although Lourdes had just wrapped up his portion of tonight’s entertainment, I would continue to be amused as the Sheik began to scowl in my direction.

  This would be the first move of the match and the response would define the rest of the game. How would PrimaDonna play it with the hothead sitting next to her? It was time to turn up the heat and play with the flames.

  7

  “Why Silk, you look dashing!”

  “Very suave, indeed.”

  “Thank you, ladies.”

  After Suez had whispered into PrimaDonna’s ear, PrimaDonna motioned with her point finger to come to her. So I, with a cool reserve, accepted her invitation and crossed over into her section to be showered with compliments.

  I hugged PrimaDonna and Flourish while the Sheik could do nothing but look at me with contempt. I proceeded to shake each of the stallion’s hands and then took a seat while Suez sat next to me. I’d made it over into PrimaDonna’s territory and now it was time to turn on the charm.

  As I poured a little more champagne into my glass, Pharaoh broke the ice.

  “So you’re the newest stallion that I’ve being hearing so much about over this past month.”

  “All good things I hope.”

  “Good for you and not for us, especially with Cloud9 coming up.” Pharaoh smiled.

  “And so it seems.”

  “Well, it’s good to finally meet you.”

  “Speak for yourself, Pharaoh.” The Sheik had finally joined the conversation but with even more disdain, as she stiffened her back and stared coldly into my eyes.

  As I began to drink from my glass I quietly held her stare.

  It was then that I noticed that she had one blue eye and one green eye. I always found that to be a truly amazing trait to have and was a testimony to the beauty of the universe—even though at the moment it did little to detract from the repulsive gaze that further hinted the depth of her scorn for me already.

  “Be pleasant.” PrimaDonna whispered to the Sheik, right before Midi began to turn down the salsa mix enough to announce the Torpedo Trio’s performance.

  Everyone seemed to ignore the Sheik, as if they’d been prepared for this unarguably dramatic reaction and sad show of rebellion.

  But now it was the Trio’s turn to perform.

  Super-cutie Lolita abashedly tip-toed onto the stage twirling a cute, pink and red parasol in a short, black satin Lolita skirt, as if the other two had unexpectedly thrown her into the spotlight.

  She quickly got used to the stage and began to dance her way down the steps, into the audience and onto the lap of an unsuspecting stud.

  The crowd began to issue catcalls and Lolita seductively pulled the stud onto the stage.

  The other two had carried out a white chair together as they fluttered black fans between the fingers of their mesh opera gloves and sauntered lively within their short and sassy black, red, and pink burlesque dresses.

  Midi began to spin Big Willie’s slow and seductive “Angel Eyes” right on cue, as they quickly surrounded the smiling stud. Lolita pushed the stud into the chair and the stud instantly seemed to know that she was in for a real wild ride, as the audience began to scream and jeer.

  NinaStarr looked the stud in the eyes as she placed her stiletto in between the stud’s legs and onto the chair. And then all three ladies encircled the stud to place one hand upon the stud’s body to create a triangular formation.

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p; The excitement was quickly building and they persisted to feed it, as they were just getting started.

  The Trio all gazed down upon the stud and then into the crowd to disappear behind their fans and parasols. They continued to encircle their latest victim as if they were vultures flying above a dying prey.

  Then without warning they threw down their fans and parasols and ripped off their dresses in one smooth swoop, revealing a pair of sparkly red garters with matching brassieres and naughty red bow stockings. They each covered their mouths in shock and amazement and each took their turn to give the stud a sensual lap dance. And after they would complete their individual dance, they would hitch their leg into the air, remove their garter and toss it into the crowd. And since any stud or femme would have gladly given anything to have been the chosen occupant of the white chair on the stage, surrounded by the three mischievous and play-filled angels—the lucky stud was in sheer heaven.

  “The Trio never fails to entertain me.” PrimaDonna remarked and took a sip from her champagne glass.

  “Never afraid to turn the flames on high heat, that’s for sure.” Pharaoh agreed.

  As they continued to circumnavigate the chair, and the stud in it, they proceeded to sensually un-hitch the clasps that held their brassieres together. They held their breasts together, in one accord, as the brassieres casually fell down their sleek arms. And chi-chi couture pasties with green glitter covered in black lace and the black tassels that they cupped, became all that concealed their otherwise bare breasts.

  They began to swirl them hysterically and in unison, as the show came to its dramatic close. NinaStarr took her place in the stud’s lap and leaned back to continue to twirl the tassels. Her body furiously shook the smiling stud in the process. The other two’s tassels became a fan to the sides of the stud’s face, so as to spectacularly heat her up and cool her off at the same time.

  The show could not be topped. And as the crowd went wild, it could almost not be stopped.

  We all clapped, as they leaned in to kiss the delighted stud simultaneously and in rapture.

  And then they all stood to take a bow.

  “That was impressive—my girls got talent.”

  “Do they ever…they even got me excited.” Flourish added.

  The music sped back up, as Midi proceeded to open up the dance floor to the riled up patrons.

  And we continued to converse.

  “So, Suez—it’s been a minute, bruva. When's the next mixtape dropping, some of my flowers and floozies are asking ‘bout it?”

  “Real soon, mano, real soon.”

  “You know—me, you and midi should collaborate at some point.”

  “Fa sho, acho! You know, Silk writes lyrics and fucks with the guitar, too, maybe we could all jam sometime...”

  “Silk…bruva…I had a scooby that you were a rocker. We can definitely get together to jam sometime. Anything with music—and I’m liking you already.”

  Pharaoh’s brown eyes gleamed, as she tipped her glass in my direction then took a long swig from her glass and cleared her throat.

  “So, Silk, we got Cloud9 in a week you gonna be ready for the spotlight?” Pharaoh continued to converse.

  “Well, I'm no stranger to it.”

  “Yeah, but you rolling with the real heavy hittas now.”

  “Well, I’m a big boy I can handle the weight.”

  “Oooh, this one got a swagger too, huh, Prima. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

  “That’s what everyone keeps telling me.”

  The ladies smiled and continued to scan me from head to toe.

  The Sheik began to shift in her seat and removed her scarf.

  ”God, it's warm for March.”

  "Welcome to Miami!"

  “I hate fuckin’ Miami!” The Sheik murmured under her breath. “Look, I will not pretend to like you or that I like the fact that you were invited into our elite organization, in such a short amount of time. There is no comparison between you and me–our names should not even be uttered in the same sentence. I am the true definition of a pure bred stallion. In fact, I am the stallion of the highest caliber. And it would take decades worth of intelligence, riches and power acquired for you to even begin to reach my level of superiority. You will never have my respect because you have nothing and therefore are nothing. And that is the end of it!”

  “Belt up, bruva! Don’t be such an ass. There’s no need to lace into Silk on her first night, jeez. We all know this is a friendly competition. It's more than enough love here for all of us.”

  I was not fazed. I was used to other studs hating on me because of my confidence, good looks and fearlessness. I usually took it as a sign of extreme envy and most failed to wear the green of it well.

  “I have nothing and therefore I am nothing, huh?” I shook my head and laughed. “Now that you've exposed me for who you think I am and what you think I’m not—I guess you’ve stripped me down. But I don’t mind because I’ve always been a streaker.”

  I retorted half laughingly.

  “But I’ve got to say, I’m much too blinded by the beauty of this place to be distracted by my own nudity.”

  I raised my glass towards PrimaDonna and Flourish in appreciation of their allure. “There’s no need to be a hater, homeboy, when we can all be greater tonight.”

  I made it a point to stare into the eyes of PrimaDonna while Suez simply shook her head.

  “Oh shit, speed racer…I think she might have stalled your ride on that one.” Pharaoh added before taking another swig from her glass.

  The Sheik sat back stubbornly, as if she was irritated that I’d even attempted a comeback. “Stalled but not stopped.”

  You could tell almost all of them had had a buzz already because it took a while for all of them to regain their composure, as Pharaoh began to mimic the Sheik’s prior protests and laughter erupted.

  "Come, Silk, let me show you the rest of the club.” PrimaDonna stood and began to lead me downstairs while the others began to lighten up and enjoy the revelry.

  “You handled that with class. You’ll have to forgive the Sheik. She can be rather particular about the company that we keep—I guess she won’t be satisfied until you gain her seal of approval.”

  “That seems like an almost impossible feat according to her standards.”

  “Believe me. It has nothing to do with standards and all to do with her need to be the center of attention. I care for her deeply, but I swear that she can be a big baby sometimes. But enough about her—let’s talk more about you and your new club.”

  I loved how she made me feel like I was a part of this process. She made me feel like I really did own this club. I walked tall, as PrimaDonna placed her arms through my own and I began to escort her through the maze of the main room and into the rest of the social club.

  PrimaDonna began to point out the particulars of the rooms as we glided throughout the club. By the V.I.P. areas from which we’d just come there was a door further up the stairs that led to my private executive office. My office held a private executive bathroom and a large one-way window that overlooked the whole main room of the club. The office would lead me further into a small conference room for staff meetings, and a very personal and very private V.I.P. room which held yet another bathroom area, plush couches, white felt billiards tables and satellite televisions. The room was reserved for my team members and other special guests.

  The main room served as the heart of the club. Together, we moved through the main room and past the audience, the dance floor, the main stage and out the side exit of the main room to enter into the four chambers that ensured that the heart worked properly.

  Just as the heart has two chambers to propel the blood out and two chambers to pump the blood in, there were two small parlors to cater to the staff members whom propelled and provided the entertainment and two small parlors to cater to the higher-level Sapphians brought in by the club itself.

  PrimaDonna proceeded to lead me throug
h to the first two chambers which included a backstage dressing room and backstage V.I.P. rooms. I was introduced to the burlesque girls, who I was unfamiliar with and that just so happened to be still hanging around. And I complimented the Torpedo Trio, who was just winding down after their magnificent performance.

  They joked that we could all “hang out” in the private V.I.P. rooms together and get more familiar with the cozy private rooms, since we were headed that way on our tour.

  PrimaDonna smiled and replied in jest that she and she alone had the pleasure of touring me through the intimate rooms, where upper-level Sapphians could experience a private dance with a chosen burlesque girl away from everyone else. And although she was joking, I thought that I could easily get used to the idea of having one-on-one time with PrimaDonna.

  After moving quickly through the plush, private parlors, we continued to move arm-in-arm and on to the other two chambers. And these chambers were elegantly designed with a modern Rococo touch.

  We entered the vape and lounging parlor where a few of the upper-level Sapphians were conversing and relaxing. And the pressed-tin ceiling and neon-blue LED-lit west wall immediately seduced my pupils, as the elegant and intricate black flower pattern that ran laminated and laced over champagne walls solidified PrimaDonna as a phenom among interior designers.

  In fact, to call her an interior designer would be like referring to Michelangelo as just a painter. She was more of a visionary and an artiste—and this would be another masterpiece of a room that would prove it.

  PrimaDonna succeeded in mixing the old with the new by playing with light and shadows. She would achieve it by taking advantage of the stark contrast between the simplicity and minimalism of the basic structures, such as the hypermodern bright blue painted walnut liquor bar and the radiant rococo decoration. The decorative objects such as the majestic chandelier, candle holders, engraved mirrors and glassware were inspired by the baroque style of Louis XV—however customized to be sensually slender and more graceful to reflect an ornate Rococo feel.

  It was this feel that gloriously displayed her own boldly pristine human expression and artistic presence of mind, as I could thoroughly appreciate her divine design sense and would already fall for her endless assortment of creative touches.