Master of Power #1 (3 page)

Looking up and in the mirror, I saw a man open the door. That was it. I confirmed my suspicions that men couldn’t find the restroom if their dicks depended on it.

I raised a disapproving eyebrow at the middle age man with the cheap dark blue suit and the expensive tie and said, “You’re in the wrong restroom.” He looked at the door twice and didn’t say a word and then closed it with a confused stare.

Then the door opened again and another man, “Can’t you read the sign?” I said to him this time a little more forceful. Another man glared at me and never said a word and left out. Maybe I was just too powerful, and he was too stupid to find the correct restroom.

As I was putting on the final touches of my eyeshadow, and dropping the instruments of beauty into my purse, the door inside the restroom opened, and there standing before me was the Master of Power himself. I needed to take a breath, but I didn’t want him to think I was affected by him with his gorgeous head of hair, and a face and body to die for.

What little breath I had, I kept it and exhaled. An uproar of passion swirled through me. 

Now my mind asked me, what is he doing in the women’s restroom? It never occurred to me that I might have been in the wrong restroom. I just don’t make mistakes like that. 

He glared at me and never said a word. He strolled next to me with confidence, turned on the facet to wash his hands. He smelled heavenly. I drew in a breath to take his scent in. As he stood near me the whole time he looked at me with those perfect blue eyes, with a not so perfect hint of green making those perfect eyes not really that perfect. But oh the rest of him was picture-perfect. I saw those large hands when he reached for the paper towel setting in front of me.

He leaned in and across me almost touching my breasts. My nipples surrendered. They were hard as a rock. An electrifying shudder seized my body. I looked up at him. “You couldn’t find the right door, Mr. Master of Power?” My tone teasing and rude. Surprisingly, I had control over my voice. I made sure I emphasized the Master of Power part and shot him a closed smile.

One of his glances rolled over me from head to toe. His blue eyes raking my body leaving me weak with no resistance. Here’s where I’m ready to drop to my knees unzip his pants, reach in and take his penis and suck him off.

“I see one of us is confused today,” he said, “or maybe you’re cross dressing and decided to come to the right restroom out of habit.” He shot me a closed crooked grin. His mouth raising to one side. “I’m not into men,” he said passing his hands across his beard under his chin, “but you’re so cute, and that mouth of yours is magnificent. I can see myself dropping my cock down your throat and empting my load.”

My heart started racing. I could feel the heat travel through me. He’s so nasty and he talks so dirty. I had to shake this off. He can’t be serious.

“I might take you in one of those stalls, and let you suck my dick.” His hands cups it as if he’s going to take it out and present it to me.

“How dare you talk to me that way? A girl can’t go to the restroom without being approached by a man who is obviously in the wrong restroom.”

“You’re the one in the wrong restroom, Miss, not me. And by the way you conduct yourself, I would say that you never learned anything from my lecture. If I were your boss, I would ask for my money back for sending you here.”

How did he know I was at his lecture? I looked in the mirror and my name tag was staring at me and my name in bold black letters—Tonya Redman
. Shit
!

“Well thank goodness you aren’t my boss, and I don’t have to answer to an arrogant, narcissistic, dirty mouth phony like you. Everything about you is phony down to those knockoff shoes,” I said in disgust.

“The shoes are real, but I’m the phony,” he said smirking. “I’m turned off by you, but I still would fuck you here, right now. And you can suck my dick, or I can eat your pussy. What do you say?” He looked at me and laughed. I didn’t know if he was kidding with me or not.

My mouth flew open, my forehead narrowed, and I stared at him. I didn’t speak because I didn’t know what to say, and then the door sailed open, and in marched a guard with two men standing behind him.

He walked up and stood over me. I glanced over to the Master of Power and he had a sly grin on his lips. His mouth curling up a little on the right side.

“Miss, you have to go into the ladies room. Even if your birth certificate says you’re a man, you have to go where you identify yourself.”

“I’m not a man,” I protested.

“In either case you shouldn’t be in here. I will escort you out and to the ladies room.” 

The guard, a tall red headed man with a wide chest and the look of a cop, waited for me to clear everything off the counter, and he looked over at the Master of Power.

“Don’t asked me. I didn’t see her pee,” he said. By that time the men who came in with the guard, and who had gone through the doors to do their business, was coming out to wash their hands.

When I gathered up my things, I raised my head, and I looked up into smiling blue eyes which glowed with enjoyment on capturing my horrified embarrassed face.

The men glared at me, wondering why I was still standing there. I wondered that too, but then I knew the answer.

“You have to go to the ladies room, Miss. Now,” the guard said standing back. And he walked and reared his back against the door, opened it, as I turned around and took a large breath. He led me through the door. I marched out with a line of men waiting outside for me to leave. Never had I seen such a line except in the lines waiting for us at the airport.

Never had I been so embarrassed, and never had I needed a drink and a fuck like I did then.

T
he crowd had made its way out of the hall and people were engaged in conversation before they would go into dinner. It was a place to get a drink and meet and greet the guest speakers, and in addition, we could get a signed copy of the Master of Power by Hayden Powers, for a small sum of fifty dollars for the privilege of having that paper weight on our desk.

Fifty dollars to me was extreme, especially since I had been trolling on EBook sites for the cheapest books I could find to satisfy my romance and erotic reading habits. Fifty dollars was like a week’s groceries since I kept my weight down by eating tuna and crackers twice a week. I found that I went from a size eight to a size six in no time. Even at a size six, my ass was a size eight, but I was starving to death on tuna, and I couldn’t keep that up for long.

But that was also to save money since Wayne walked out on me, and it would be another week before Tamika would move in with me to save on rent. She had to wait until her lease was up on her mice filled apartment in Brooklyn. She assured me that the super had taken care of that with the assistance of the Housing Court, and the health inspector’s notice she took with her to court when she was late on her rent.

Nevertheless, I wouldn’t buy his book if I was rolling in money. Well maybe to use it as last minute toilet paper or a weapon, and it wasn’t good for that. 

The only thing I thought his book was good for was to knock someone in the head if they attempted to rob me. But first you had to lift that thousand page crock of shit and by that time the robber would have gotten away with my purse and whatever valuables he desired.

Finally Tamika came walking out and I rushed to her. “Where the fuck have you been. You said you were going to the rest room,” she said to me forgetting where she was.

“I did, but that’s another story. Remind me to tell you about that sometime. “You wouldn’t guess who I ran into.”

“Well don’t have me standing around, I have to pee.”

“The. Hayden. Powers,” I said pronouncing each word separately.

Tamika placed her hand to her mouth. “Shut the fuck up.” And danced around, and then she hit me on my arm. I winced from the pain.

“I’m serious. I met him.”

“What did you say to him?” She stood with baited breath waiting for me to tell her everything.

“It’s a long story and I’ll tell you later.”

“Is he as good looking close up as he appears? You know we were sitting far away and I didn’t have on my glasses,” she said.

“Better,” I said.

“Did you tell him that you would fuck him if he wanted you too, or you had a girlfriend who was willing to suck his dick without any strings attached?”

“No. Hell no.”

“Then what have you got to say to me. Nothing. I might as well go to the restroom.”

“Go to the restroom. I’m going to our table and save you a seat.” Tamika looked at me with a disappointed smirk. She rolled her eyes and strode off to the ladies restroom which was closer to the entrance than the one I had just humiliated myself in.

As I was walking to the dining room, I passed a group of men who were in a crowd snickering, and the bald headed one with the red face and large belly made a comment, and the group turned and looked at me and started laughing and whispering.

I could imagined what they were saying. I felt a little uncomfortable because my mind was telling me that they were making up stories about me being in the men’s restroom. As a black woman I imagined all kinds of things from sucking someone’s dick to having an orgy to God knows what.

As I was trying to duck the crowd of men, I spotted that handsome Powers guy coming my way. I ducked behind a mob of women, and as the waiter was handing out glasses of cheap Champaign, I called him over.

“I need a drink.”

“Can you wait until I go to the table or you can go to the bar yourself?” He pointed to a table where a bartender was pouring bottle after bottle of wine into small plastic flutes. I smiled at the waiter and walked over to the table after I saw Mr. I-Don’t-like-Men-but-I’ll-Let-You Suck-My Dick strode into the room.

Standing near the table, I drank one glass hurriedly, then another and another. I was never a drinker and I had to hold on to the table to get to the door. 

A
mbling along to a table to the right in the middle of the room, I finally reached it and sat. The place was full and there were only a few tables left. I filled out my menu for me and Tamika and the waiter took it. Then I saw Tamika and I stood and waved.

When I looked over in the crowd, Tamika was headed my way, and Hayden Powers was waving back at me.
What the fuck,
I thought. He can’t think that I was waving at him after that run in in the bathroom? I jerked around and sat down and Tamika showed up at the table. Then two more people sat down. They smiled and the waiters served them and then us.

“I hope you like what I ordered you. You took so long,” I said to Tamika as she sat next to me smiling.

“I don’t care as long as it’s chicken. I don’t trust anything on four legs.” That didn’t make much sense, but that was Tamika’s logic. “I took long in the restroom because there was gossip about this woman in the men’s restroom giving Hayden Powers a blow job.”

“That was me.”

“You were giving him a blow job? You didn’t tell me that. Why you little bitch. I didn’t think you had it in you.” I watched at Tamika as if I could strangle her and I probably would if I thought I could get away with it.

“Hell no. I wouldn’t do something as fucked up as that.” The couple sitting at our table looked up at us.

They shook their heads as if they had never heard the word fuck before. The way they were kissing after every bite of food, they heard those choice words before and then some. When I glanced up, I took notice of them because of the sounds they were making eating and kissing. The woman about thirty was feeding the man. He was dressed smart in a dark suit and white shirt about thirty-five, and the woman feeding him wasn’t his caregiver. I hadn’t noticed them sooner because I had been distracted by handsome blue eyed Hayden Powers.

The waiter placed a plate of chicken breast in front of Tamika, and a plate with Prime Rib and asparagus tips in front of me. “Anything else?” the waiter asked.

“What time are you getting off?” Tamika said raising an eyebrow and shooting him a seductive smile, as her tongue took a tour of her lips. The dark haired dark skin Latino man in this late twenties smiled at Tamika.

“She’s just kidding,” I said before he had her behind the kitchen door, bent over a trash can ,with her black tight pencil skirt hoisted up to her waist, her blue thong pulled to the side, and her ass in the air with him getting a quickie and rushing back to serve dessert.

And her payoff would have been her saying that she had been fucked by the United Nations. What happened to, “If you can’t spend it, what is it worth?” My mother’s words were wasted on Tamika. She admitted that she had never been exposed to so many different races and handsome men after moving to New York. Since she came from Mississippi, she wanted to see what she had been missing in the Mississippi delta. It was her duty as a young woman to make a comparison.

“No I’m not kidding.” He left when he saw my forehead furrow and eyes narrow. But before I could enjoy my food, he dropped a note in front of Tamika with two glasses of wine. She quickly grabbed the note and placed it in her pocket and then drank her wine.

“Getting ready for the Latin lover?”

“You bet I am.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Who says I can’t. I’m going to bring him to the room and fuck his brains out. And you can get lost for a few hours. There’s a hotel bar where they play jazz. Go there and when I call you, then you can come back.”

“Suppose you don’t call me, then what?” Before those words could settle and Tamika could answer, I turned to see her staring with her mouth open. I looked to my left to see what she was glaring at.

My eyes rose up and up past the obvious hard long object between his legs. Up to a small waist carrying a set of large muscular shoulders, up to a barely controlled power. My eyes settled on his gorgeous face and equal pair of blue eyes.

“Good afternoon ladies, I hope you don’t think I’m presumptuous, but I was wondering if you would have a drink with me later.” Was he talking to me or Tamika? He was looking at me. Maybe he was covering his bases.