Chapter 7

Miss Ellen looked once again at her Rolex, a gift from Mr. H., and felt her blood pressure rise a little higher. It wasn’t the first time that Snoochies was late for an appointment, but, Miss Ellen thought, it might be one of the last.

Her iPhone buzzed; a text message had arrived. Snoochies. Apologizing. In the elevator. Sorry.

“Gentlemen,” she spoke to the three Japanese men who were standing off to the side, sipping fruit drinks, “if you will accompany me?”

She led them over to the elevator, which opened as if on cue. Inside was a gorgeous, light-skinned African-American women, dressed in gold, mid-thigh length dress with a plunging neckline. At five and one-half feet tall, she was about the same height as the three guys who got into the elevator with her. She looked at them. All three were studying her 36c chest.

“Gentlemen, your flight leaves in two hours. Please enjoy your morning!”

Miss Ellen watched the door close and ascension begin. Well, at least they seemed in good spirits, she thought as she moved on to her next task for the morning.

Snoochies made small talk with the three men until they entered the Caveman Room. Decked out with rocks, dirt, scraggly trees, and a small bonfire, it looked straight out of the year 10,000 BC. The most dominating feature was the large “cave” and inside of it was a large, flat rock. (The rock was actually a large bed with a rock-like look bedcover.)

The men began yelling, which started Snoochies.

“What the fuck are you...” and then she realized that they were just being in character as they were tearing their clothes off, beating their chests, and making threatening gestures towards one another.

In just half a minute they were standing naked before her. Looking at her. Her clothes.

“Wait, just wait a goddamned min...” she said, then tried to turn and run, but they were all over her, grabbing her arms and tearing at her dress. She was surprised at their strength. Seconds later, she too was naked, and one lifted her and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into the cave.

Well, she thought to herself, better this than dragging me by my hair.