The Loop – part 11

Alex shook his head to clear away that loop. How was he to help Lilly get away from Trevor? Thinking back to that loop he remembered that the cops were only a block or so away. He saw the patrol car just down the block. He took off running to it. He explained to the two female officers what was happening and they hit the lights and drove down the street. Looking back Alex saw that Trevor had Lilly pinned against the wall and she was pleading with him to let her go. Officer Green and Rodriguez quickly pulled Trevor from her. Had him over the hood of their cruiser and handcuffed. He was not so gently forced into the backseat. Another cruiser pulled up and a large black man and a small white chick exited it. Alex, seeing there was nothing else to do, he turned and headed down the street.

He had a bit of bounce in his step as he turned the corner. A thought crossed his mind, ever since that loop he was able to last longer and go harder. His mind wandered more on this. Then thinking on what to do next he didn’t see the car pulling out of the parking garage. He jumped back at the last moment. The sleek red Cadillac stopped in front of him. The window slowly rolled down. “Mr. Simpson, you need to be more careful walking. I almost ran you over,” Mrs. Amber said. “What are you daydreaming about?”

He paused in his answer. I had a moment of seeing someone out of their normal place. Mrs. Blake, his mind told him. “Sorry Mrs. Blake. I was just processing what I saw,” he told her with a stutter.

“And what would that be,” she questioned him as her red nails tapped along the steering wheel.

“How Trevor was man-handling Lilly and the cops were arresting him.” His feet fidgeted. Wanting to be anywhere else at the moment.

“Very interesting,” she said as she leaned out the rolled down window. “No I make you nervous?” Her eyes looked him over as she bit her lower lip.

“Very much so Mrs. Blake.”

“I wonder why that is,” she questioned him. Well because you can fire me at any time you want and ruin my life he thought. Just then the car behind Mrs. Blake honked his horn. They both turned to see the man behind her and the impatiences on his face. “We were going to have a meeting tomorrow. Let’s have it now over a drink. Hop in.” Her head motioned to him to get in. He was frozen. Should he do this? That was until the guy honked again.

That got him moving. He raised his hand telling the man one minute. As he moved around the back of the car the man glared daggers at him. He tried to smile and raised his hands up in a motion of what are you to do. This only made the man show his teeth in a wicked snare. Alex moved to the passenger door and quickly opened it. “That is not a friendly fella,” he said as he climbed in. Buckling his seatbelt. “What did you want to talk to me about Mrs. Blake?” The last part of the question trailed away as she stepped hard on the accelerator taking off down the street.

She didn’t answer or speak at all as she raced around the city. Her manicure nails take each turn with precision. Her leg moving from accelerator to break and back again even in the high black heels. Her tone leg flexing under her grey pencil skirt. The drive was over quickly. Just long enough for Alex not to lose his shit all together. When the car stopped it was at the valet station of The White Box, one of the fanciest places in the city.

She turned to look at him. “Let’s get a drink and discuss what I wanted to speak to you about.” Before Alex could say anything she had her door open and reached for the young man’s hand to help her out. Alex followed suit. Climbing out his side he heard her say,” Thank Diego.” Her strides around the back of the car were long and full of grace. “Let’s get that drink.”

Alex took a second to watch Diego place down a cover over the seat. As he stood up before getting in the car he saw the white jacket Diego was wearing. Simple looking, almost like a members only jacket that was so popular back in the day. On the back was an outline box in black with the words White in black on top of the box and Box under it. Alex thought it was a very cool design.

Both him and Diego watched the sway of her hips. It was only a moment. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, they caught each other. Diego gave Alex a thumbs up, but Alex just shook his head no. He quickened his pace to try to reach the door before her, but as he came to the door it swung open.

“Good evening Mrs. Blake,” a mountain ebony man said. He was close to seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds but not an ounce of fat on him. He was dressed in all black except for the white belt.

“Good evening Tank,” she responded back as she stopped at the door. “How did it work out with your daughter and that new school?” Her small frame was dwarfed by him but seeing them interact one would know who held the power.

“Wonderful Mrs. Blake. After your call to the headmaster there has been no problems and she is loving it there. I can’t thank you enough.” His strong granite looking face warmed as it looked down to her. “If there is anything you ever need you let me know.”

“I may take you up on that someday.” Mrs. Blake turned and introduced Alex. “This is Alex Simpson, one of my employees. Alex, this is Tank Rider and yes before you ask that Tank Rider.”

Alex looked up at the giant of a man. He put out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Tank. I’m a big fan.”

Tank looked down at the hand in front of him. Pausing a moment before he took it. “Thank you Mr. Simpson.” Taking his hard gaze off off Alex and turning back to Mrs. Blake. “I will let Jazmine know to get your table ready.”

“That will not be necessary, Tank. We are going to grab a high top at the bar. We have some business to discuss.”

“Ok Mrs. Blake. Enjoy your evening,” Tank said. Mrs. Blake walked into the narrow dark hallway. Alex looked up to say something to Tank but the look on his face told him to just move on. He quickened his pace once again to chase after his boss. How can she walk so fast in those heels he wondered.

Good evening Mrs. Blake. Can I get you seated at your favorite table,” asked the attractive black skinned woman as she moved from behind the smoking glass counter. She was about Mrs. Blake’s height but much thicker in frame. The white dress with her ebony skin really showed off her curves.

“Not tonight Ms. Fox. I would like one of the high top areas. One of the ones in the back,” Mrs. Blake responded. Her hand moved to rest on the counter.

“Of course Mrs. Blake. Follow me.” Ms. Fox turned and walked into the bar area with Mrs. Blake following. Alex had a treat of two fine round asses strutting their stuff in front of him. As he followed he took a look at the bar. A silver and dark gunmetal wonder. Sleek in its design. Dark but just the right amount of diffused light. Across from the bar were high tops that a few people sat at. The place is still a bit quiet. He heard that it was a six month wait just to get into the bar area for a drink if you were not a member.

Ms. Fox stopped at the last of the curtain areas. Alex saw her motion to the closed off space but his gaze was taken by the wonder past the glass panels. A large sunken room all in white. Everything was white. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the tables, everything. The only bit of color was silver here and there.

“Mr. Simpson,” Mrs. Blake said as she cleared her voice. He turned a bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry Ms. Fox. He has never been here before.” She motioned to Alex to sit at one of the high chairs across from the bench she sat in.

“That is understandable Mrs. Blake. The White Room is a stunning room if one has not seen it before.” Her hand moved to pull the curtain closed. “Before I leave is there anything I can do for you?”

Mrs. Blake leaned forward in her booth, placing her elbows on the round gunmetal finished table. Her chin followed into her hands. “Who will be our server this evening?”

“That would be Naomi, Mrs. Blake. Will that be acceptable?”

“More than acceptable. Thank you Ms. Fox.” Although she was not told to leave, Alex understood that Mrs. Blake was done with Ms. Fox. Ms. Fox pulled the curtain closed. Alex took in the small space. It was dimly lit. Only two wall sconces on each end and a few hanging lights from the ceiling. The space was mostly the darker gunmetal finish of the table. The wall panels and two chairs are made of the same finish. The booth where Mrs. Blake sat was wood painted to match the color with a black cushion on it. A small tea light was in the middle of the table.

Alex went to say something but Mrs. Blake held up her finger as she sat back. “Wait.” A moment later a little bell jiggled by the opening of the booth. So small Alex didn’t notice it before. “Enter,” Mrs. Blake called out.

The curtain was pulled back and a young stunning black girl entered. Where Ms. Fox was all curves, this new woman was thin and tall. She was dressed in the same grey gunmetal as the rest of the bar area but with a silver belt and silver headband. “Good evening Mrs. Blake. It is wonderful to see you again.” Her attention locked on the strong woman. She didn’t even look in the direction of Alex.

Mrs. Blake pushed back into the booth. “Naomi, what a pleasure to see you. How are your classes going?” Her eyes told both of them that she was curious.

“It’s a lot of work, but I’m getting it done. I’m hoping to get another 4.0 this semester. My mom is so thankful for all your help and so am I.” Her words were thick with emotion. Of someone who knew how much she was helped out.

“You are doing all the hard work Naomi. Just keep it up and I will make sure you get a great job and then you can be sitting here one day helping out an upcoming kid.” She paused and looked over to Alex. “Let’s not let my help know how nice I can be,” she laughed.

“Your secret will be safe with me,” Alex chuckled nervously. He looked very uncomfortable. Getting picked up by the boss after work and taken to a bar. His mind raced with trying to figure out what was going on.

“It better be Mr. Simpson,” she responded in a firm voice. Turning back to Naomi. “Can I have my regular drink please and bring a cheese plate.”

“Of course Mrs. Blake.” Turning to Alex. “Mr. Simpson, what can I get for you?”

“I would like a Makers and coke, please.”

“Excellent choice. Will there be anything else?” When both shook their heads no she said,” I will get the order in right away.” She turned and stepped out of the small area. As she did she smiled back at Mrs. Blake and then closed the curtains.

“Ok Mr. Simpson, I could see how nervous you are. Let me tell you why I wanted this meeting,” she said as she turned completely facing him. Her eyes locked onto his. Her hands moved to play with the glass vase holding the candle. Her body shifted forward also at this motion. Showing off her cleavage and the small pendant hanging between them. “You see Mr. Simpson, I have put together a special program for employees who may have some special talents. I think you may be one of these.” The wash of relief came over him. She saw it in his body language and all the stress falling from his face. “Are you ok,” she paused in her line of thought, asking him?

“Oh yes,” he answered as he fidgeted in his chair. “I thought with my track record of coming in late, you were going to fire me.” He nervously shrunk away from her.

She let out a gut filled laughter. Her right hand slapped the table as she straightened back in her seat. Wiping at the small tear forming at her eyes. Her laughter turned into giggles. Mr. Simpson, do you really think I would take you to the nicest restaurants in the city to fire you?”

His cheeks reddened as he realized how ridiculous that sounded.