Array Ashley - Murderville

“This is good right here,” he complimented as he tasted the expensive cigar. He was a consummate connoisseur of cigars and could smell good Cuban smoke from a mile away. A’shai also hit his cigar and they proceeded through the room. The immaculate showroom was nothing short of amazing. An immense stage sat in the middle of the floor that had a runway attached to it. The theme of the ball was black and white. The porcelain floors on the stage were checkered black and white as well as the abundance of balloons around the stage, which made it a sight to see.

“Follow me, gentlemen,” their hostess said to them as she led them to their seats right below the stage in the first row. The sounds of Ol’ Blue Eyes, also known as Frank Sinatra, serenaded the ball.

“What you know about Ol’ Blue Eyes,” Baron asked, being a fan of a wide range of music. A’shai chuckled and nodded his head to the sounds of “My Way.” Baron took a glance around the room and although the men had masks on, he was able to recognize a lot of his business partners and associates and even some celebrities. Baron looked across the room and began to give A’shai some game.

“See that cat right there,” Baron said as he discreetly nodded his head in the direction of the man he saw. A’shai nodded his head as he followed Baron’s eyes.

“That’s the mayor of New York City,” Baron said and then looked to the other side of the room. “And over there… that’s one of the biggest hip-hop moguls in the world.” A’shai looked over and couldn’t believe his eyes. The flamboyant, brown skinned rapper was dapperly dressed in an expensive suit and sat discreetly amongst his entourage.

“Damn, you ain’t bullshitting. That’s crazy,” A’shai said as he looked over noting the hip-hop mogul’s attendance. He was still noticeable even though he wore a mask.

“You’re in the big leagues now, son. All millionaires travel in the same circles. It doesn’t matter how you get it as long as you got it,” Baron said as he smiled and nodded his head at his son. Just as A’shai was about to respond, a voice on the loudspeaker sounded.

“Fifteen minutes to show time,” a female voice announced over the intercom. A man was seated about three chairs down from them, also masked.

“Hello my friend,” he said discreetly to Baron. He was accompanied by a beautiful black woman on his arm. He raised his mask to reveal himself. It was Samad.

“Hello,” Baron said to his new coke connect. Samad also nodded at A’shai, who returned the gesture. Before they could engage in any conversation, the announcer stated that the show was about to start. A skinny white man with a Zorro-type mask walked onto the stage with a microphone in his hands.

“Welcome to The Gentlemen’s Ball. Let the bidding begin!”

Liberty looked in the vanity mirror as she applied mascara to her face, preparing for the biggest night of the year. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. Abia stood behind her with her arms crossed, watching the beauty doll herself up.

“You look gorgeous,” Abia complimented as she placed her hands on Liberty’s shoulders.

“Thank you,” Liberty answered. She had heard about this ball for so long and wondered what to expect when she went out to the showroom. She could hear the chatter from the men and the soft music playing and it only added to her nervousness. Liberty’s hand began to tremble as she applied the eyeliner to her lids.

“Don’t be afraid. You are going to do great,” Abia said as she took notice of the young damsel-in-distress. “It’s just like any other trick, but it’s for a lot more money,” Abia said as she thought about the high ticket price that Liberty would demand. Hands down, she was the most stunning woman in the building and Abia understood that. Abia already knew whom she would get the attention of and that was Samad Sadat, one of the biggest cocaine distributors in the country. Samad always purchased the belle of the ball each year, and she knew this year he would be amazed. Inside Abia’s head, she knew that if everything went as planned Samad would buy Liberty, not only for the night…

Since the ball was held in a hotel, it acted as a gigantic brothel for the night and soon the rooms would be filled with men. Some left wives at home, some simply needed a dinner companion, others were looking for long term affairs, but they were all there seeking one of Abia’s girls. That night they would engage in various sexual acts and all types of fetishes. Abia already began to think about how she would make $1 million in one single night. She closed her eyes and smiled and prepared for the biggest trick of the year.

The hostesses assigned each man a bidding fan as they circulated throughout the room. A’shai passed and just decided to watch. Little did he know that he was about to witness high-priced prostitution at its finest. The show began and a slim Asian woman walked down the runway with seductive lingerie that was see-through, immediately getting oohs and ahhs. The bidding started and people began to discreetly raise their fans in an attempt to purchase the girl for the night. The bidder stood at the end of the stage with a microphone in his hand.

Baron had already planned to buy his son a girl for the night and looked over at A’shai and asked him, “You want her?” as the girl walked out and stood on stage. A’shai couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. He quickly turned down the offer… but that would soon change when he saw the only girl that would ever hold his heart.

Liberty watched as the girls went in and out of the dressing room, and Abia monitored them like a hawk. Abia made sure that their stomachs were sucked in as tightly as they could go. She had far exceeded her expectations and nearly banked $1.5 million. Her operation was flawless and had a level of discretion that men in high places respected. Their purchases of the girls’ services would be deducted on their annual taxes as a charity donation, making their actions that night easier to justify. There were no strings attached for the men unless they wanted there to be; it was a politician’s dream.

It was time for Liberty to go onto the stage. She took a deep breath and with a small nudge from Abia she walked out with all eyes on her. She wore a silk La Perla robe that hugged her enticing frame and plump assets. Her perky breasts sat up and her long nipples seemed to protrude through the silk’s fabric. There wasn’t a soft dick in the house. Liberty was the last girl to hit the stage, and Abia knew that she had saved the best for last. Liberty saw all the masked men in the audience, which caught her off guard as she walked down the runway. The bright lights shined down on her face and every set of eyes looked in her direction.

“Let the bidding begin!” The man on stage said. That’s when the place erupted. Everyone wanted a piece of the African-born beauty with the body of a model and ass of a horse.

A’shai’s heart dropped when he saw Liberty. He was speechless and felt a lump form in his throat. As she walked down the runway with black circles around her eyes, she had the stare of a girl with no soul. It pained A’shai to see the men yelling and whistling at her like she was some sort of meat and they were starving lions. She looked older but hers was a face he would never forget… he was looking at his girl. He almost jumped onto the stage to snatch her off, but he restrained himself while remaining seated. He quickly leaned over to his father and whispered, “I want her,” trying to get his love so that he could save her. A’shai watched intensely as his heart beat rapidly, and he stared at Liberty, hoping she would look his way but she never did. The price got to $50,000, and Baron and Samad were the only ones left in the bidding war.