Free Sadie Whyte: The Lust of my Life by HD HOTEP

with me,” he said, smiling, extending his hand.
    Sadie had absolutely no idea what had come over her.  But she found herself jumping up and down on the sofa with this very strange yet attractive, charming gentleman… and laughing, enjoying herself in a way she was not accustomed to.                                                                        
    ***
    “I hate the bitch.  If I divorce her, she’ll take me to the fuckin cleaners, Sadie.  I have no idea what happened to her over the years.  I fuckin gave her everything.  Everything you could imagine,” Wilber strong said, veins protruding from the side of his head.
    He shot up out of his seat, ignoring the band playing on the Spirit of Washington, a party boat that cruised up and down the Potomac River.  He’d acquired the entire shebang for this evening with Sadie.  The fact that it was normally reserved for kids’ proms meant nothing.
    “She’s driving me insane Sadie.  And you sit here and listen to me on a regular basis.  You appear to understand, but you never say anything.  I mean, what the fuck should I do?  I haven’t fucked her in so long, I can’t even fit my dick in her.  She just exists to torment me,”  he rambled on.
    Sadie lit a Virginia Slim and gazed out at the sparkling water.  Wilber was paid.  And he had no problem forking over as much as it took to keep Sadie satisfied.  He was also strapped like her good buddy ‘Totem Pole’ Black at her production company, which was an added plus.  However, his topics of conversation sucked.
    “But, at least you listen to me.  That old hag just ignores me and spends my fuckin money,” he said, sitting back down.
    You can always make me the beneficiary to all your money and then jump in the river , Sadie thought. 
    “What are you smiling about?” Wilber asked, shooting back out of his chair.
    “You look like you need some sexual healing, Honey,” she said, boldly grabbing his crotch while glancing to both sides quickly.
    “You might be right,” he said, her paranoia becoming contagious. 
    Wilber began to appraise Sadie with his eyes like a gourmet meal, literally licking his lips. Sadie, knowing what such an acknowledgment meant in terms of funds and pleasure, grew moist.
    “Take me somewhere and fuck me good Daddy,” she purred.  “Forget about your wife for a moment.  You’re with Sadie now.”
     
                                                                 

Chapter 13
    Life is a Gamble
    February, 2014
    Sadie sat at her desk, her heart thudding like the bass in a Lady Ga Ga song.  Her face was sharp and tight.  Her phone was ringing off the hook.  Her several e-mail accounts were full beyond capacity.
    “The police ran in there on them like it was some sort of sting operation or something.  They caught Bella and Reena just about red handed.  And both dates had been set up by Nu Shu’s,” Sandie reported, sitting in her chair with her back bone-straight.
    Sadie exhaled the cigarette smoke she had forgotten she’d been holding in her lungs.  She glanced out her window, running her hand through her flowing hair. 
    “I need you to make sure they make bond as soon as possible.  You’ve got access to the funds you need.  After that, all we’ve got is time to tell us what they said or didn’t say to the police,” Sadie said.
    “You think they-”
    “We’ll let time tell us…”                                                              
    ***
    Sadie floated through the streets of DC like a Queen in an Executive Series Lincoln, chauffer driven.  Her ear stayed glued to the phone. She hit a button.
    “Driver, take me to the following address.”
    Sadie’s driver dropped her off at a neutral location, full of warehouses off of Bladensburg Rd in Northeast,