Chapter 9

 

Anthony meets Page for the first time

Anthony began his career as a homeless urchin on the streets of New York. He is an affable young man who didn’t waste his time with high school. Nevertheless, he had a Ph. D. in dealing drugs, hustling, and women. He knew how to talk to anyone, highbrow, or low. He used the currency of drugs to get where he wanted to be in life. He wanted money, the envy of men, and any woman he desired.

A tough street mentality was all Anthony needed, and he was equipped for the cold world. His career began as a petty thief and he moved up to buying and distributing drugs. He knew everything about human nature; he knew that anyone could get addicted to anything, and drugs were at the top of the list.

“Give someone the right time, circumstances, and the right person to introduce them to the drugs,” he would brag. “And I’ll have them for life.” That’s where Page fit into his program.

Anthony, a small-time dealer, suddenly became a big time player in Hollywood and New York.

Page sauntered into Anthony’s club one night. It catered to anyone with shit loads of money.

Anthony a handsome man of 25, dark complexion, curly hair, deep black eyes, and a well-developed physique made girls and women give him their bodies.

He loved to dress in the latest fashions making him the envy of most men. He knew what to do to catch a woman’s eye and he had everything they wanted if it included sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

His only drawback was his height, he was average, he was only 5’6”, but that didn’t stop him from bleeding with charm and charisma. He exerted a great sense of confidence, plus a great body. His preference is tall women, which gave him a complex of superiority, to compensate for his somewhat short statue.

The night Page fell into his life, he had many young women. Page understood Anthony because she had spent time living her life in foster homes, where she escaped. She lived on the streets until a photographer, in Washington Square Park in New York City, discovered her one summer evening, after that, she was no longer homeless, she could buy anything she wanted. She became a super model and lived all over the world with her choice of men, but now she desired Anthony.

Anthony and Page understood each other; they came from the same background, down and out in New York City. A world that only the homeless, disenfranchise, lonely, unloved, would understand. Theirs was a life of all night partying and living off whom-ever would allow them to rest their heads before they headed for the streets.

Selling drugs came very early in Anthony’s career, and he became one of the best street criminals in New York. He was a child of a Hispanic mother, and an Italian father who died early. Anthony never remembered his father and his mother eventually died from cancer when he was a teenager. He was never around to be a part of her life, because he was on the streets early with his homeboys trying to make a living, and make it through the night.

With a lot of luck and lots of street smarts, he was able to buy a club and get off the streets, which he knew would shortened any career. Anthony bought a club and eventually made enough money to get a bigger place.

It was in club Red Carpet that he met Page. He remembered how innocent she appeared when first they met. He later found out she was also smart. It was love at first sight.

Page sashayed into The Red Carpet wearing the shortest mini, showing long legs, and advertising her tailored breast.

Anthony fell madly in love or as much in love as he could stand; he could not wait until he had her in his bed. Page wasn’t an easy conquest; she had been on the streets too long and had to deal with too many men to be a fool for Anthony.

She had money, so he could not offer that, she had fame as a top model, which she had gotten all on her own. He knew what the closer would be and that would be to introduce her to drugs.

He didn’t want to give her cocaine initially, just enough to loosen her up, because he had to have her. The night she bounced into the club, he figured he had better make his move before someone else did. Once the guys knew she was his, they would back away.

Page strutted to the bar to get a drink after leaving her girlfriends to fend off the locals.

“Excuse me but I’ve been waiting for a drink for hours. Could I get a grasshopper?” Anthony knew by the type of drink Page ordered that she was not use to drinking, and if she continued with that drink, she would be sick and of no use to him—so he offered her a brandy.

“Why don’t you try some Remy?”

“I’ve never had that type of drink before.”

“Trust me you’ll like it.”

She did trust him and tried it; her body got such a warm feeling from it that she asked for another.

“You’d better slow down with your drinking,” he said.

Page was surprised by his concern; she never had anyone in her life worry about her. She was susceptible to his advances and false feelings. She tried to pay for the drink and Anthony refused to accept the money. That had to be a first she thought.

All the men she knew would never give her a dime without something in return. She was a little incredulous and surprised that a bartender could afford to buy her an expensive drink.

“Thank you, but I’ll pay for my drinks, I’m sure you can’t afford them on your salary,” she said, putting the money down and looking back as she walked away.

He did not look as if he had a dime. She looked further, and saw a strong body, a pleasing smile, and a handsome face. Instantly she became attracted to him.

Anthony walked from behind the bar and walked up to the six foot gorgeous beauty and introduced himself. He could not let her get away and he would do whatever it took to get her.

“My name is Anthony Miro. It’s my mother’s maiden name. I just felt that I should tell you about myself if you have time.”

“Why would I want to know your life story?”

“Because this is love at first sight for me and I don’t intend to let you get away without getting your phone number and letting you know I own this place. I’ve seen you before and I never got a chance to tell you how much I like you.”

“Well, I like you too.”

“No, you don’t understand, I really like you. Give me a chance and let me show you.”

Page began smiling. He has balls, she thought.

He didn’t care if she liked him, he liked her and that is all that was necessary. What Anthony didn’t know was that she was attracted to him the moment she saw him, but she was not interested in a man who was just a bartender.

Page did not want to date ordinary men with 9-5 jobs and with little or no income. She was tired of the models life because she had been working since she was fifteen. She thought that if she could find a man with money, she could secure her future.

The only problem Page had was every time she dated a man with money, they were not exciting. She needed more than money, she craved excitement, she was a thrill seeker—no better way to get a thrill than to find a bad boy, and this was the type of man who could turn her on, and Anthony fit the bill.

Page achieved a quiet thrill from the way he walked (head upright and chest out showing no fear) and his guttural language. He was a man who could provide all the thrills she could desire in a lifetime. He lived a dangerous life, but she wasn’t aware of that at the time.

“I have an apartment above the club, come on up and have a drink with me,” Anthony stated convincingly.

“I’ll have only one drink.” Page walked alongside Anthony as he paraded her through the crowd to let anyone who eyed her as a conquest—keep hands off.

Anthony led Page to the elevators and up to the large loft. He held her hand then walked in front, and led her through the doors and into the loft where the bedroom was separated by a large bookcase. The entire floor was a large room, divided by expensive furnishings. Anthony didn’t waste time. He had business to complete and conquests to make.

“Have a seat on my bed.”

“I’ve never seen a bed that large before,” Page said passing her hands over it.

“Don’t you want to see more of it?” he said laughing as he began to pour her another drink.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” she said taking the glass out of his hand.

Anthony didn’t have until tomorrow, he had only today. He walked into the bathroom, pulled out a package, and then put it on a mirror.

“Do you want to try some?” Page was a person always looking for her next thrill so it came easy for her to say yes. It was not as if she had never tried coke, but she had never been around so much of it. Anthony had more coke than she could snort, and he kept bringing her more and more.

Page was on planet Mars at this point with the drinking and the drugs. Anthony then made his move.

“Page let me help you unbutton your blouse.” Page agreed with her head bobbing forward indicating yes. At this point, she’s shaken and stirred from the Remy Martin and coke. She was Alice in the looking glass falling into a big hole, going around and around until she couldn’t see or hear anything.

Anthony on seeing Page’s child like breast seized them and began sucking them hard. Oblivious to the pain, Page lay like a zombie and allowed Anthony’s ravenous, insatiable, sexual appetite to run unchecked. After intercourse, he put her on her back, and then proceeded to ravish her again. This time he marked his territory and she knew it but did not protest.

Page woke in Anthony’s bed the next morning, and all she could remember was that her body was hurting in every orifice except her ears and nose. She looked up and saw Anthony standing over her smiling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, you came in here and you didn’t even want to talk to me early on and here you are the next day.”

“What did you give me?”

“Everything you wanted, you kept asking for more doggie style, so I gave it to you all night.”

“I feel terrible.”

“You should, you have a big appetite for drugs, liquor, and sex.”

“I have to leave. I have to be on Seventh Avenue in a few hours.” Page took a shower, then dressed and smiled at Anthony because she enjoyed herself. He had what she wanted and she had what he wanted. They appeared made for each other. Anthony walked her out of the club, and hailed a cab. He had business to transact. He let her go, only after he got her cell number and home phone.

Anthony’s business was too many women and too much money and drugs. He liked the women and they liked his drugs. He now added one more woman to his corral of hot young things.

Walking back into his club, he raised his hands and yelled, “Yes, I’ve never had a piece of ass like that.” He felt like a man on the top of the world. He had finally gotten a real thoroughbred or so he thought, but he had no illusions. He had seen it all and he was still impressed with the cool model that had struck a chord with him.

Anthony immediately called one of his friends to accompany him to his girl’s apartment. Her name is Kesha; she is an outstanding showstopper of a woman, with honey brown skin, and a great vocabulary.

He liked her conversations, but it didn’t hurt that she provided all the nasty raunchy sex he could take. And he could take plenty!