Another day another Dollar
Jessica looked into her full-length mirror and gave a little nod of her head. Every girl should have one to check that all was well before she left the house. Tonight, especially, she wanted everything to be perfect. Because tonight she was leaving this house in the most fundamental sense. She didn't expect to be returning here and she didn't regret it. The house had been very lonely in the month since Emily had left.
Her friend hadn't returned home that other memorable night and three days later five African-American guys had turned up with Emily in a truck and took all her gear. She'd gone to live in the Taylor Foundation development - at least until her first baby was born. The Monday after the Founders' Dinner Emily had also put her notice in at work. After a heated meeting with her old boss Emily had basically been told to forget the notice and to clear her desk. She'd done it with a smile on her face - it was, after all, what she'd planned all along. Her old life was discarded with barely a backward glance.
Jessica knew that it was her turn next. She'd been dreading contact with Sam Rifkin after his clumsy attempt to buy her sexual services at the Dinner. However, when she herself was called into his office Rifkin had been distant with her. Apparently Mr Taylor had rung him and insisted that Jessica's duties be restricted to his Foundation's work from now on. When the paper-work had arrived it had turned out to be a couple of cases from medium-sized African-American businesses and work on the establishment of a new law practice catering to that community. All above board save for the fact that the new firm would be called Lyons and Szostak and financially backed, at least during start-up, by the Taylor Foundation.
Jessica again critically examined her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a designer DG outfit that had a lot of history for her. When Christian, her ex-husband, had won his first big case he'd bought her this outfit in recognition of her assistance. She smiled to herself - only right considering that she'd written both his opening address and his closing summation. She wondered if his new wife was writing his speeches now. She doubted it but whoever was doing so seemed to know their business. Christian had won his primary in their home state by a landslide and come November it seemed certain that he'd be US Senator Clarke. She smirked at her own reflection. Tonight she had a suspicion he wouldn't be pondering his meteoric political rise. Tonight she was pretty sure he'd be locked away somewhere savouring the live feed of her initiation. Well, she hoped he enjoyed it. She didn't feel any malice towards him - just some frustration at his hypocrisy. Once at the Capitol he'd be well placed to help protect and fund the Taylor Foundation. So at least he'd turn out to have had some use!
This outfit had always given the right impression - business-like but elegant. She 'd worn it for most of her own important early cases until it had started to show signs of wear and she'd regretfully had to retire it. Now she'd made a couple of minor adjustments and it was here for its final outing. It seemed appropriate that she would wear this tonight, her ex-husband's gift.
Everything was ready. Her appearance and outfit was just right. She'd given her music to Lincoln - the music she'd risked so much to gain access to. Her men had always warned her of the risks of 'going freelance'. Now she knew from experience how true that was. How lucky she'd been to find her new friends in the Foundation. Tonight she was going to show them all her appreciation.
In the Pit
"Been a long road for this one," pondered Taylor as he sipped from his glass.
"...but worth it," cut in Antwan.
Taylor smiled at him. Never thought he'd see the day when Antwan got serious about a girl - but it seemed that day had come. "MOST definitely she is. Anyway, you know me. The chase is what it's all about for me. Got room for girls who know what they need straight away, got room for girls who find out they're naturals and got room for girls who need a little time to figure out who they really are. We ain't going anywhere - we're here when they ready to make their commitment. You know what she got planned for us tonight?"
"Not a clue," admitted Antwan with a grin, "but if I know Jess it'll be something memorable."
Taylor nodded and took another pull at his drink. He, at least, knew what music she'd chosen. If he'd told Antwan about it then his younger friend would have started a gang war over there in H-Town. So Taylor had Tyrone and Deon send a few messages. Nothing too heavy but the point had been made. If you messed with his people then there would be consequences and they would be serious.
Taylor shook his head a little. Enough of such nonsense. Tonight promised to be pure pleasure - the satisfying culmination of a long process. The Pit was filling up nicely with members and more of his girls than were usually there. Seemed lots more people were interested to see what Jess had come up with.
He noticed a big figure making his way across the room towards him and flashed a big smile. "Hey, man, you ready for tonight?"
"Of course," replied Izeye, "you ever known me not to be." He returned his old friend's smile and exchanged a gentle fist bump. He fished in his pocket for his phone. "Before things really get started I thought you might like to take a look at a few new recruits me and my people have made."
Taylor shrugged a little - there was always time for selecting new projects. Izeye and his colleagues sometimes unearthed some real talent. Not necessarily ones that wanted to go the Taylor Foundation route but nonetheless...
He scrolled through the pictures on the phone and knew that, as usual, Izeye had been careful to select only the cream of the crop for his perusal. Prime white pussy and no mistake. He paused and looked closely at one of the pictures. Then he scrolled back to one three images before. "Damn, Izeye, ain't these two..."
His friend slowly nodded with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin on his face. "That's one up on you, my man..."
Taylor nodded. "You gotta remember I have a strict 21-and-over policy. Makes the mathematics kinda difficult! Damn, tho, that girl is super hot..."
"Only the girl?" asked Izeye.
"OK then, they both super hot," conceded Taylor, "almost as hot as MY stars of the show tonight."
Izeye tilted his head in a little gesture of acceptance. "Anyway, you may get to see my girls here yet..."
"It would be a first, for sure, but I don't see how you'd ever pull that off. I've known some freaky white girls but..." He chuckled and shook his head.
Izeye held up his phone. "See this one - she ain't even seen a Black cock in person yet, just on video. But I got a sense for this sort of thing. I'm thinking I can get the two of them down here before I'm done. Certainly as guests maybe for the whole enchilada!"
Taylor was thinking now and Izeye knew he had him hooked. That crafty old brotha couldn't resist it.
"Five grand says you can't do it."
Izeye smiled again. "It'll be a pleasure taking yo' green."
"You pull this off, my man, and it'll be a pleasure giving it over!"
The Initiation
Jessica was in the back room checking with Lincoln that everything was ready and that they had the cues down for her performance.
Lincoln looked at the music files again and shook his head.
"You think its too much?" asked Jessica.
"Shit, no. I took a listen to that and they'll love it. But this one - that has got to be the whitest..." He shook his head and then grinned, "Might cause a riot in there before you get a chance too."
Jess was looking down and biting her lip. She didn't seem to have heard him. He knew that she was getting herself ready for her performance and he chose to leave her to her thoughts for the moment.
Finally, Jessica smiled nervously at him. "I think I'm ready."
Lincoln smiled back, "Well I KNOW you're ready. Gonna blow their minds, baby, gonna blow their minds. On in five..."
Jess gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then moved to the door. As Lincoln counted down to five Jess opened the door.
***
It was a safe bet that Billy Joel wasn't the regulation musical offering at the Cock Pit and as 'Uptown Girl' boomed through the speakers it certainly got the clientele's attention. The reaction wasn't universally positive but every head turned to the door through which the star of the show had just emerged.
Jessica Lyons walked confidently into the crowd of men - her head held high and gaze fixed forward. She wore a fierce pair of heels but her 5'6" was still dwarfed by most of the men there. However, she had no difficulty in making her way through. Most of the men eased out of her way but when one failed to do so in time she simply stopped and gave a look of calm, unhurried, confidence. The man took the hint or was pulled out of her path by his friends.
As she continued forward Jess began to look around her with an appraising gaze. In her demeanour, her dress and her posture she was the very type of authority. She reminded them all of someone - their old teacher, their old boss, the women they came across in their little brushes with city hall or the law. It was only natural she could play the role so well - most of them were well aware that Jess had basically lived it for her first 25 years.
They watched as she approached the small stage - only changing course once, a slight move which left the big form of Tyrone directly in her path. She tapped him on the shoulder and imperiously gestured him to one side. He looked at her momentarily and then obediently moved out of her way. If you wanted a snap-shot of 'white privilege' then there it was.