The Initial Moves
Dark Pawn
Sylvia Graden
White Pawn
Micheal Darren
Dark Knight - Killer
Billie Diane / Billy Dane
Dark Bishop - Hired Killer
Mitch Dane / Brennan.
Dark Queen - Leader
Mary Ketch
White King - Leader
Marlene Phillips.
Dark Pawn
When I was about to leave the
apartment, I checked into the adjacent bedroom, but Steven was not back yet. I
took on him as his guardian of the surviving family members, but he was a mess
both as a brother and co-tenant. He was never there when he was to, and never
pays the rent. Of late, Steven had been evasive and missing from the loft we
shared plus he even offered to pay the rent. I did not question the former, but
the later was a concern. More to that, he did not answered his portable last
night which was rare, but had occurred before.
"Are you leaving now,
Silvia?" Alice had shared my bed last night after last night stage play.
She was wearing her short night dress and held up my strap-on. "Do you
want it back?"
I smiled. She had taken her
share off me last night after our stage play. Alice was more aggressive after a
play, and gave me a satisfying early morning ride. I stepped over and gave her
a kiss. She was more adventurous with her hands kneading my breast, but I was
not keen for any. I pulled away while taking the strap on from her. I wet the
shaft with my lips, and passed it back to her.
“DIY, Alice.” I stepped away
to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I was dressed in a business suit with my
pink overcoat. I took to the door and left the place for my establishment where
I hold a substantial investment. I hailed the cab outside, to take my ride to
the office. I looked up at the tower of my stay; a stylish downtown unit which
costs a lot to maintain, but it was necessary to upkeep my image for the
clients.
The ride to the office was
short; passed three blocks and down one more before stopping at the in-place
for the clubbing scene. It was my club, named the Tempest; when I took over it
three years ago, it was a gutter hole filled with junkies and drug peddlers. I
got in some good friends and took over with me running the operations. I
re-shaped the place into an establishment for the preferred crowd. I passed the
words out and soon got the niche of regular clients. Last year I shaped up some
entertainment with private cubicles. The difficulty issue was keeping the
peddlers off the premises, except the ones I screened beforehand. I got some
good friends in the enforcement and they cleared off the unknown peddlers. It
kept the clients happy. The place was managed by twelve staff, led by Alice on
her off stage days, or Bruno my bouncer.
Bruno like his namesake was
tough but he was not like me, he played it hard. He was a six footer over, and
build like a wrestler. We had some clients who go both ways could attest to his
prowess.
"Sylvia, there is a cop
looking for you." To Bruno, everyone with a badge was a cop. He motioned
to me towards the private rooms. "She is waiting for you at one of the
private rooms."
"Private room? Why the
fuck did you placed her there?" I rushed off. Those rooms are used for
private parties, but at times, they also overindulged and leave their
memorabilia. I knocked on the door and walked in. She stood there in her
business suit while her overcoat lay on the couch. She was holding up a sodden knickers’
in her right index finger.
"I doubt its mine. I
hardly wore any." I spoke out. She turned around, and smiled.
"I doubt so. Soft shades
were never your choice." Her name was Marlene Phillips, Supervisor Agent at
the Federal Level. She was my mentor and chief before I called it off on a bad
call.
"I missed you, Sylvia."
Marlene walked over and hugged me. We avoided kissing as it may lead to other
complications; perceived ones actually. I knew Marlene for five years, and her
personal history; married twice and no kids. It was not the sex, but the nature
of her job which was demanding.
"Sylvia, I need to speak
to you on a confidential level." Glades looked at me. I knew that look. It
meant trouble for me.
"It’s about your
brother, Steven. Or was it Brian." It was then I landed her a punch into
the face.
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