“The guys you danced with when we first arrived?”
“Yup, they invited me home with them too. I can’t get into the two-guy thing. It freaks me out. Who wants to suck a dick after he’s shoved it in another dude’s ass? I don’t wanna lick a shit-sickle. Hell I don’t even wanna suck a cock after it’s fucked my vagina or ass or both.” Vive rode the wit and sarcastic joke wave.
“Nice language, Farnworth.” Taddy wondered if she’d snorted a bump. Her pupils didn’t appear dilated. Vive had been off drugs for a few months now.
“I should’ve gone home with the bi-guys. Then I wouldn’t be sittin’ here eaten calories with you bitches.”
All righty then.
Lex directed her attention to her, refusing to pay Vive any mind. “And what about you, Miss Taddy?”
“I met a Big Daddy.”
“Yummerific!” Vive stomped her bare feet with enthusiasm.
“Name was Garner, didn’t get his last name. He smelled expensive and made me orgasm in my seat.” Taddy assumed it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
“Now I’m the one who’s envious, honey.” Vive frowned.
“Don’t be. The second we got back to his place his fiancée broke it up. Bitch comes outta nowhere and starts going off. I hightailed it outta there.”
Pouring more tea, Lex confirmed, “This is why I stick to my Masi Salami and don’t go out much to clubs, let alone date.” She swung her feet onto the ottoman and seemed happy her two friends had come back to spend time with her.
“What’s a Masi Salami?” Vive asked.
“Lex named her dildo after the hot guy she buys fabrics from,” Taddy answered on her friend’s behalf.
“Blake bought it for me. It’s from the Pleasure Chest in the village. I didn’t think I’d like it.”
“But?” Vive loved dirty talk.
“I love it.” Lex smiled. “Anyways, we need to focus on much more than men this upcoming year,” she said. “I have an idea, Vive. Taddy and I spoke about this earlier.”
“You were serious about us giving up—”
“What?” Vive interrupted.
“Men!” Lex declared it as the greatest thing she’d ever come up with. It sounded pretty dumb to Taddy. “For the New Year, we focus on our businesses.”
“Meaning?” Vive didn’t get it.
“I’d be happy with Easton Essentials securing more Barney’s doors. Their Beverly Hills store, yes, if they take the line, the rest is easy.” Lex held up the sketch she’d worked on. Safe, comfortable and form-fitting, a sure hit.
Vive interjected, “Okay, I follow. So…in the New Year I want Debauchery to out-subscribe People Magazine in circulation. I’d also love to merge my biz with a larger media company—a TV network.” Vive’s face sobered as she added, “Work aside, I want to quit drinking.”
“Nothing would make us more proud.” Taddy didn’t want to cheer a Mardi Gras-style hooray for Vive’s claim to give up booze. She made this testament each holiday, birthday and anytime the moon glowed full. Nevertheless, it was a vow they prayed she’d keep and soon.
She heard her friends make their goals. Taddy didn’t know what she wanted the New Year to bring her. Brill, Inc., as always, pressed full media steam ahead. Her goals had been inked and dried while stuck in Vancouver. What about love? That hadn’t been on her list. But tonight planted a seed, an urge filled with lust and longing. One she hadn’t felt in—forever. A sensation that neither Dr. Fassenbender cosmetic enhancements, Gilad Pilates workouts nor Brayden Brooks football dreams could measure up to. How was it that Rielle warranted such a Big Daddy? His juicy full lips upon hers each morning and night. Those color-changing eyes and the way he ran his hands over her body.
“What do you wish for the New Year, Taddy?” Vive asked.
I’d love to have a Garner in my life every day, not just on this Caribbean holiday.
Rielle was a lucky bitch. But one should never wish for something they couldn’t have when he belonged to someone else. It was unhealthy to dream otherwise, she told herself.
“I guess I want more of the same.”
“Let’s commit to no more men and lots more of everything else,” Lex challenged. “No sex. No male contact whatsoever.” She spoke as though it would be easy for her.
“Five hours ago I would’ve replied hells no. But seeing Ollie’s penis I’m so in.”
“Vive, you mean—no booze and no sex.” Taddy didn’t want to hurt her friend’s feelings but needed to be realistic. “You can’t go to the Exhale Bliss Spa on Park Avenue and ask the male massage therapist to relax your cunt muscles while you sip Bailey’s on the rocks.”
“Fuck you, Brill,” Vive snapped.
Shit. Her words sounded harsh, more than she intended. “Sorry I didn’t mean—”
“Let’s do it.” Vive didn’t let Taddy finish her apology.
“Yeah!” Lex cheered. “
“What’ll we do next year without cock?” Taddy didn’t see a no-man-year as a viable option. Although she hadn’t had a boyfriend recently, she’d accepted some pleasure in the idea that the hunk du jour might come along, if not now, then soon. But making it a goal, to not have one, was absurd. Regardless, she’d still like to see Vive focus on her sobriety and Lex’s line make more money. Then she could surely pay for Birdie’s next episode of hypochondria.
“We’ll focus on our businesses and manage our careers.” Lex lifted her teacup to toast the idea.
“Sounds good to me, although I’m still going for my anal bleaching appointments for good habit.” Vive clanged her mug with Lex’s. “If I orgasm at the spa, it ain’t my fault.”
Taddy met her cup with theirs. “Deal.”
Part Two
No More Big Daddies
“It’s not my intention to be a diva. It just happens. I wake up like I’m flippin’ Beyoncé or something.” —Taddy Brill, CEO of Brill, Inc.
Chapter Eight
Dominatrix Queen-Dick Dupree
May 14
Times Square, New York, NY
Taddy’s eyes for business were close to permanently crossing. All the work she had to get done before the summer started was enough to give anyone a migraine. She pressed the PR pedal to the metal, hoping she’d have time off with her friends over Memorial Day in the Hamptons. Vive’s family estate, situated on Cooper’s Beach, gave easy access to summer concerts in the park. She looked forward to shopping the Hamptons’ Designer Showhouse and making an appearance at the Hampton Classic. But summer couldn’t come fast enough.