Commit To Violence

"I guess you could say that."

"I haven’t seen you here before, so I guess you’re part of The One’s entourage."

Jada remembered that Black flashed a smile and she got wet. "Not exactly. I own the company that manages The One."

"Oh really," Jada said, knowing that Black was somebody she needed to know. They talked for a minute after

that, and then Black left the party.

Black looked at Jada and smiled. It had the same effect on her that it had the first time. Her mind began to drift but she caught herself. She had important business to discuss with Black. When her issues were behind her, then she could think about indulging her passion. "No, Mr. Black, I think I’d prefer it if you called me Jada. I left Miss Kitty back at the club years ago."

"Okay, Jada it is, but only if you call me Mike."

"I’d like that," Jada smiled and Black thought about how much he wanted to strip her out of that Herve Leger black dress and bend her over the closet piece of furniture, but he remembered that she invited him there to talk business.

Black took a sip of his drink. "So, tell me, Jada, what did you want to see me about?"

"I have a problem that I need your help with," Jada began.

"What can I do for you?"

"You see, there’s this guy that’s trying to shake me down."

"What do you mean, tryin’ to shake you down?" Black asked even though he had a good idea.

"It began about a month ago. One of my girls was out with a client. After they had sex and she got ready to leave, he beat her up."

"Was she hurt badly?" Black asked and finished his drink.

"Bad enough that she couldn’t work for a couple of weeks until her wounds healed. A week later the same thing happened again. Same pattern, new client, took the girl someplace secluded, beat her after sex," Jada said and took Black’s glass from his hand. She went to the bar to refresh his drink. "A few days later I was at The Pen-Top Bar & Terrace inside the Peninsula Hotel having dinner with a potential client, when this man sits down at the table with us," Jada said as she poured.

"What did he want?"

"Once he scared off the client, he told me that he was my new partner," Jada returned with the drink and handed it to Black. "He said that he was responsible for what had happened to my girls, and if I wanted it to stop that I would give him twenty percent."

"What did you tell him?"

Jada laughed. "I basically told him to kiss my ass, and I got up and left."

"Since we’re having this conversation, I take it that it didn’t stop there."

"No. I figured if we tightened up and did a better job of screening our clients that at least the girls would be safe, and I would deal with this clown and his threats. But then he began catching them before they got to the clients or after they were finished."

"Your girls don’t have security?"

"Some do. They have men that drive them to their appointments and pick them up afterwards, but he targeted the ones that don’t have any type of security. He came here last night and caught me in the elevator."

"He didn’t hurt you did he?"

"No. He just wanted to make his point and scare me."

"What he say?"

"Same thing; my problems go away for twenty percent."

"Don’t you have security?"

"No."