With no time to do anything except Brill, Inc., she’d gone without vajazzling. No bubbly. No sex. No Red. The winter and spring seasons elapsed in a sexless blur revolving around work, work and more work. She ramped her firm up to launch overseas and scouted locations in Asia and Europe.
Pushing the Hamptons summer out of her mind, she reached for the speakerphone. “Kiki, can you come into my office? Bring your notebook.”
“On my way,” the intercom beeped.
Fourteen hundred plus hours Taddy exerted over five months straight with no break. She’d signed nineteen new clients, grossing several million dollars for her firm, and appointed many new staff members to her Times Square office. She’d achieved her goals. Her firm was ranked by Today’s Business magazine as the fastest-growing media holding company in North America. Gracing the cover, she’d landed a feature interview. Now in demand, the phones rang nonstop for speaking gigs, women’s luncheons and motivational seminars. Kiki staffed her with a chauffeur to get about town and a butler to help keep her fed and dressed.
Her assistant’s Salvatore Ferragamo wedges click-clacked on the floor as she approached. Kiki sat down on the chair by Taddy’s desk, legs crossed, lips glossed.
This spring, Brill girls in the beauty division didn’t call her assistant “Lady Sheet Rock” anymore. She’d blossomed from a boy with long hair into a petite, vivacious beauty. “What lip color are you wearing today?”
“Baden Cosmetics’ Melonlicious, I love it.” Kiki blew her an air kiss. “So does Dejon.”
“Have you and the notorious DJ Dejon met in person yet?” Get on with the “insert dick into pussy” show already.
Kiki squirmed. “No ma’am. He loves my melons—over video though.” According to her FedEx and UPS deliverymen, who lived near Kiki in Jersey City, her breasts had become the sensational topic in her apartment building.
“I’m sure he does.” She too adored Kiki’s breasts. A true silicone artist, Dr. Fassenbender had transformed Kiki’s mosquito bites into head-turning, fuck-stick-raising grapefruits. “Where is Dejon spinning his music this weekend?”
“His website page listed the Cannes Film Festival.” Kiki glanced up from her new cleavage with glee.
“How fantastic.” The beauté, the charme, the hommes, I miss having time off. “Have you been to Cannes?”
“No…I don’t even know where Cannes is, Miss Brill.” Embarrassed, Kiki withdrew into her shoulders.
“Cannes is an…enchanting place.” She grimaced. “Moving right along, I’m working on a new campaign. It’s for Neve Adele, the Miss Glamour USA beauty queen turned reality TV star we signed up as a client last month.”
“Neve’s attractive. She’s a young Elizabeth Taylor.”
“Men are drawn to her, aren’t they?”
“It’s Neve’s sweet personality,” Kiki gave her honest input.
Taddy laughed, humoring Kiki’s opinion. She didn’t agree with her. Neve was sex on a stick and TV viewers wanted to either fuck her or be her. “Anyways, Luxury Television gave us the green light to license Neve’s own footwear, accessory and handbag line.”
“Good for her.” Her assistant clapped in approval. “An accessories line will bring in a lot of money for Neve. But it also sounds like a ton of work.”
“Darling, the lifestyle accessories line is a lot of money for me and a lot of work for you.” Taddy intended to make more than Neve on this transaction. Neve sure as hell hadn’t dreamed the lifestyle brand on her own. Her goal in life revolved around beauty pageants, period. Taddy saw the potential of the Neve Adele name. She knew it resonated with today’s generation and planned to cash in.
“Right.” Kiki frowned.
“I’d call Lex to assist us with this project, but Easton Essentials is soaring with retailers. She’s too busy for this.” Taddy glanced down at her Rolex, losing her thought. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a night off with her friends. Lex had amped up her export distributors. Thanks to a few phone calls Blake had made, Easton Essentials was now in Australia and had been featured on numerous fashion TV segments. As a result, her products were selling better than ever. Most of them were sold out. Easton Essentials couldn’t make the garments fast enough to keep up with demand. Exhausted just watching Lex in designer action, Taddy had asked her how she kept up the strength. Lex revealed it was from Dr. Fassenbender’s Vitamin B12 shots, which gave her such energy boosts. The injections also contributed to rapid weight loss. Birdie received the injections also. Five months with no crazy spells. Fingers crossed.
“What about Viveca Farnworth?”
“Vive’s overwhelmed with her work.”
For an undisclosed eight figures, Vive’s Debauchery magazine had been acquired by Gotham Media Group. The media giant owned America’s highest-rated TV talk program, The Poppy White Show. To sell her company Vive had agreed to a three-way with Poppy and Gotham’s president, Ashton “Ash” Balmain.
Ash was half-Jewish and Sicilian. Smart and ruthless in business, he adored his women strong, hence his passion for Vive and Poppy. Vive shared that he was macho, adventurous and complicated in the bedroom. She also mentioned her relief when Poppy accompanied her to Ash’s place. The foreplay, an oral treat, was smoldering on Thursday, fucking through Friday, rebounding to anal on Saturday and then exploding on Sunday with toys. It was a four-day sex-a-thon where Vive and Poppy took turns riding his dick, feeding his face and bathing his body. Ash enjoyed his new nickname, Pig Boy.
After Debauchery merged with Gotham, her workload had doubled over the previous two months. Vive swore she’d remained sober. Recent articles showing Vive “partying” published in the Manhattanite Times proved otherwise.
“Miss Brill?” Kiki blinked. “We were talking about Neve’s new lifestyle line.”
“Sorry.” She snapped back to her workaholic reality. “Seeing as how the only thing Neve can balance is a rhinestone tiara on her head, we’ve been contracted to create the brand’s inspiration boards.”
“Where do you intend to get them?”
“My wardrobe closet.” She grinned. Taddy owned the largest closet on the East Coast. It was a separate apartment she’d knocked the wall down to create. Rumor had it she’d terrified her neighbors into moving out from their two-bedroom condo with various horror movie props from film and TV sets. Supposedly they came from her media friends at Universal Pictures. The cooperative board accused her of hiring actors to play evil spirits, zombies and demons. A board member even had Taddy investigated. But with no evidence, the neighbors dismissed their charges.