First Comes Love

Alicia:I lost my power of speech bc u fucked it out of me

Derrick:Touche. Me and my 12 inch cock

Alicia:I thot u said it was 11 inches?

Derrick:It grows an inch every chapter…

Whatever. Derrick is being weird. But it’s okay. I don't have to reply because I just walked in the elevator to take me to the penthouse where he’ll be. I’ll be able to undress him in a few minutes. Yay! He can kiss my neck gently the way he’s really good at while I run my hands up and down those marvelous abs he’s got. He’ll squeeze my ass with both hands and pull me close to him and I’ll feel the outline of his humongous cock. Oh God. I’ll be able to squeeze that thing in less than a minute. It’s like a giant tube steak.

What is wrong with you, Alicia? How the holy hell are you having these thoughts?

Yeah, so much for good girl. It’s ironic that I was the one that named him Prince Sin. Because at this point, chastity and virtue are the farthest things from my mind.

I use the key Derrick made me to open the door. My mind is spinning - either from working myself into a frenzy or apprehension at the conversation I’m about to have - and I look around the foyer. The apartment is silent.

There is no Derrick.

Instead, Pressly walks out.

“Ah, madam,” he says with a smile. He’s always seemed nice and I think he likes me. I smile at him.

“Please follow me,” Pressly says as he turns me around and takes me to the elevators. I look at him quizzically on our way down.

A Rolls Royce Phantom is idling outside the building as we exit and Pressly signals the driver who gets out and lets me in.

Alicia: Where am I going?

I text Derrick, but there’s no response. The car is turning onto 57th street and I watch with fascination as we get on the West Side Highway and start heading downtown.

Fifteen minutes later I’m in Lower Manhattan and going uptown again up FDR Drive when all of a sudden, the car stops at the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge.

“You’ll have to walk the rest of the way, ma’am,” the driver tells me, turning around.

“Walk where?” I ask. I have no idea what’s going on and what game Derrick is playing at now.

The driver shrugs. “Alls the Prince said to me was bring you to the top section of the Brooklyn Bridge, ma’am,” he says. Poor guy. He’s as much in the dark as me. He shrugs at me and I get out. If Derrick wants an adventure, I guess I can play along.

I pull out my phone and see that Derrick hasn’t replied. I send him one last text.

Alicia:Y r u being so strange today???

It’s actually not that bad of a day at all - the weather is beautiful and I enjoy walking up to the bridge. I slow down when I see that there are signs that the bridge is closed due to work. No cars are going in or out. I wonder if Derrick still wants me to go on the bridge. Well, if the bridge was closed, he would have known. But still, should I turn back? I’m breaking rules if I proceed.

This is a big moment for me, because as I take a step onto the bridge past the orange signs that warn of road closure and to take the Manhattan or Williamsburg Bridges, I realize that I’m trusting Prince Sin to be responsible. If he turns out to have dropped the ball, I’m the one that’s placing myself in jeopardy by going along with his plans.

But he deserves the benefit of the doubt. If I’m willing to make enemies of the District Attorney, the least I can do is follow some game to walk across a deserted bridge.

It’s actually pretty neat - walking all by myself down the bridge. I mean, I can see the city behind me as a hive of activity, but the stark emptiness of the bridge takes me aback. It’s very surreal.

And that’s where the red carpet starts.

I swear to you - there’s a red carpet going down the center of the walkway of the Brooklyn Bridge.

It’s a nice, plush red carpet. The kind they roll out for royalty. Or the ones they use at the Oscars. I start walking on it.

Seriously, I’m not joking - this carpet stretches past the horizon. That’s because the bridge curves and I’m on the lower side, walking up.

My hearts beating at the sheer excitement of the intricacy to this mystery, when I stop.