The Infidel

“Honey I really wish you weren’t going out tonight.  I have a really nice dinner planned for us.  All your favorites: Shrimp and Lobster, with steamed broccoli and a nice white Chardonnay that I picked up today.”

“I know baby, but I promised Stacey that I would meet her tonight so we could go over the plans for our charity benefit next week.”

“Well can’t you do that over the phone?”

“I wish I could, but we have to go look over samples and stuff, you know how hectic this is.  We go through it every year.”

“Yeah I know, but couldn’t you get one of your other sorority sisters to meet with Stacey tonight, I mean you don’t have to do everything.”

“I can’t depend on those bitches to do anything but party and bask in the enjoyment of my hard work.  You know how important it is to me that everything go right with this.  I mean if I leave it up to them, then nothing would ever get done.”

“I hear you. Hey do you want me to jump in there with you, I could wash your back.”

“No that’s okay, I am really in a hurry, I know Stacey is wondering where I am.”

“Call me if you change your mind.”

            Milton thought that he was the luckiest man in the world because he was able to bag the immaculate Maxie Sumpter.  She was the biggest star to hit stage and screen since Mrs. Marilyn Monroe.  She was beautiful, sexy, erotic, everything a man could want in a woman; five feet, eleven inches, long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, perfectly tanned skin, a perfect hour glass figure and a smile that could cause any man to clean out his bank account with the slight curl of her lips, not to mention breasts that could hide a midget between them.  Milton had named them Madonna and Demi, they were worth the money, able to attract young men, and looked damn good for their age.  She had won an Oscar for best actress for her recent film, “Slay Me, A Stripper’s Story” where she portrayed a stripper who went from stripping to porn and was infected with HIV while doing one of her flicks, and then struggles in a legal battle with the film company.  Critics proclaimed it to be the best film ever.

            Milton just hung on for the ride. He was very attractive, six feet, four inches, athletic build, perfect white teeth, dark smooth skin, and most importantly to Maxie, he was hung.  On paper he was her personal assistant, but technically he was her trophy husband that escorted her around to different affairs and photo ops.  In the beginning everything was beautiful.  They had met at Maxie’s agent’s office.  Milton was an aspiring model and he was looking for an agent.  Maxie fell in love with him from the beginning.  At first she was reluctant to approach him, she had never thought of dating a black guy before, though she did have the occasional notion to want to have one bang her into submission; and although he gave her a look of seduction while in her agent’s office, she was still hesitant.  What would the media make of this; especially since she was just getting started in her career?

            Needless to say he approached her and they immediately hit it off.  At first it was just a sexual thing, but soon they began to develop feelings for each other and the next year on the spur of the moment they flew to Jamaica and got married.  Now just a few years later they were growing apart.  The sex had gotten boring; it was just so much pounding she could take, and just so much he could give.  They tried role-playing, but how much fun is that for someone who acts on a daily basis.  Plus Maxie was gone most of the time, even when she wasn’t working on a movie; she was doing something with her friends, or sorority sisters.

            Maxie got out of the shower, dried off quickly and slid on her black lace boy shorts and gathered Madonna and Demi in matching bra, then quickly put on a pair of apple bottom jeans, a white tank top and her black Jimmy Chu high-heeled sandals.  She threw her hair back in a pony tail, sprayed on her Chanel perfume, gathered her things and began to head out of the house.

“Honey, if possible could you take Chuey out for a walk and call the doorman and tell him to pull the car around for me so I won’t have to deal with anybody when I get downstairs?”

“Sure dear, what time do you think you will be back?”

“Oh I don’t know, I may be a couple of hours at most.  You know how Stacey is.”

“Yeah, well I will keep dinner on for you.”

“Thanks babe, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

            Maxie sprinted out of the door without even a kiss good-bye.  Milton called the doorman as she asked him too and then grabbed Chuey, placed his leash on him and proceeded to head down the elevator of their penthouse apartment building.  When he reached the front door, the doorman quickly opened it with a smile,

“Good evening Mr. Sumpter how are you this evening?”

            Milton hated that everybody called him Mr. Sumpter.  They knew that, that was Maxie’s last name, but the ongoing joke was that he took her last name since she wore the pants in the relationship.  She was always speaking for him and he played the role of being seen and not heard very well.  So he always answered to Mr. Sumpter, regardless of how much it burned him up inside.

“Doing just fine, taking Chuey for a walk.”

“Well you better hurry, it looks like rain.”

“I see, I didn’t even take the opportunity to look outside, well c’mon on Chuey before we get soaked.”

“You know Chuey, I always thought you were the bitch, but I’m sorry that I mistook you for Maxie.  She is the biggest bitch.  How dare she make me take her last name.  Why do I even stay with her?  Yeah I know, she’s rich, beautiful and popular.  All I have to do is smile and look good and I’m set for life.  I mean how many men can say that they lay next to Maxie Sumpter on a regular basis?”

            Chuey just looked up at Milton with a bewildered look on his face.  He replied with a light whimper and then lifted his leg to relieve himself on the wheel of 2008 black Mercedes CLK.  After Chuey had finished his business, Milton hurried back home before the storm hit.  The sky had gotten completely dark and it was beginning to smell like rain.  He laughed at how his country bumpkin cousins use to say that they could smell the rain coming.  He often wondered what the hell did rain smell like.  Oh well, today was the first day that he had actually woken up and smelled the rain.  When he was back in the apartment, he decided to finish making the meal that he promised Maxie.  He turned on Jill Scott’s newest CD and went straight to track five, “Just Running Cross My Mind.”  He sang softly to Jill’s melodic voice, while thinking about Maxie and wondering if she would be home early enough to enjoy the feast that he had prepared for her.  By the time Jill was so eloquently saying, “how amazing….how amazing, when you would spread, my limbs cross continents and prop our bed…” he was in desperate need of affection from Maxie. 

            He decided to call her cell phone to tell her how much he missed her.  Yeah they were having problems, but Jill could cause you to want to be intimate no matter the situation.  Besides he was still attracted to her and he definitely loved her, it was Maxie who seemed to be bored. 

            As the phone rang, Fergie began to sing, “What you gonna do with all that junk all that junk inside your trunk my hump, my hump, my hump…”  Maxie turned to see who was calling and realized it was Milton.

“Oh what the hell does he want now?  He can never give me a moment alone.  I told him that I was going to be with Stacey and that we were going to be busy.”

“Baby, forget him, I’m what you need to be paying attention to right now.”

“Oh and don’t I know it.”

            Maxie ignored the call of Milton and turned her attention back to Charles.  Charles was a new model that her agent was representing.  She had met him the other day and fell in love with his tall dark frame, and great smile almost as instantly as she had fallen for Milton.  Except in this case she didn’t wait for him to approach her, she went straight for him.  She invited him out for a drink and before they could get in the limo good she was all over him.  He knew what she wanted and he was more than happy to oblige. 

            After over four hours of aggressive slaying from Charles, Maxie gathered her things and headed home, her body still hot and sweaty from the fuck fest that she had just encountered.  Charles’ duty was to be her play toy.  She would keep him decked in the finest suits, jewelry, and a nice car, as long as he played his role, remaining quiet and erect. 

            Maxie placed the keys into the door of her penthouse and to her surprise she found the house dark and lit only by candles strategically placed throughout the room.  Neyo’s “So Sick” echoed throughout the apartment and the table in front of the fireplace was decorated with rose petals and in the middle was a bottle of Cristal, and two wine glasses already partially filled with wine.  She smiled, surprised and feeling guilty after seeing the romantic gesture that Milton had prepared.  She grabbed one of the glasses of wine and gulped down the wine in one swig.  Still thirsty from her previous escapade, she quickly gulped down the other glass of wine and poured herself a few more glasses.


            There was no answer.  She called him again and still she only heard the rain and thunder that had just begun outside.  Chuey ran up to Maxie and propped up on her leg.

“Hey Chuey, where’s Mr. Sumpter?”

            Chuey only gave her a light whimper and ran off.  Maxie figured that Milton must be in the room asleep.  She went into the kitchen and saw that he had left out the lobster and shrimp for her.  She nibbled on a piece of the shrimp and headed for the bedroom.  To her surprise the bed was empty.  “Where the hell is he,” she thought. She went in the bathroom and saw that he had ran her a nice bath and had rose petals floating on the water.  Just then Neyo stopped singing and she heard Milton’s voice echoing throughout the house:

“Hello Bitch, oh I’m sorry honey.  You are probably wondering where the hell I am and why you are listening to me on the stereo.  I bet you didn’t even know I knew how to work this thing.  All you knew was that I could fuck and smile when I had to. I was your puppet, hell I even took your last name. I did everything you told me to but no more. I’m gone. Get somebody else to play the human dildo; somebody like Charles.  He seems to be good at that.  Oh you didn’t think I knew who Charles was did you?  Yeah I know about that mutherfucker.  I know that you have been fucking him when you are supposed to be with your sorority sisters.  You know you must learn to answer you phone when somebody calls you, especially when the automatic answer is turned on and your blue tooth is next to it.  Yeah that’s right; I turned the auto answer on while you were in the shower.  So when I called you earlier I heard you tell Charles that I never gave you the time alone. I heard him slaying you like the whore that you are.  And I was pissed at first but as I poured your wine and prepared your shrimp I quickly got over it.  Oh I forgot to mention that as you are listening to this poison is running through your body.  Don’t be alarmed I left the antidote for you.  Now where did I put it?  Hmmm, oh yeah I remember, I gave it to Charles.  I think he spread it over his, what did you call it, Almond Joy?  So you should be fine, since you probably got it all in your system.  How could you do this to me?  I was your everything and you thought you could play me because you are the great Maxie Sumpter?  Is that it?  Well I hope you can act your way out of this one.”

            Maxie’s heart rate sped up to the point that she almost passed out.  This muther fucker poisoned me, she thought.  She raced through the apartment panicking, not knowing when she would drop dead.  She picked up the phone to call the police, but when she picked up the phone all she could hear was a light whimper. 


“Hey bitch! I got your dog.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? I can’t believe you poisoned me?”

“You are stupid, that wine wasn’t poisoned.”

“What? Are you shitting me?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you, even though you played me.”

“Baby I am so sorry but you know the pressures of Hollywood.”

“Yeah I do.”

            At that moment Maxie dropped to her knees, choking and gasping for air.  She began to vomit blood and gagging.

“Oh I see my virus is taking effect.”

“What virus, you said you didn’t poison the wine.”

“I didn’t, I poisoned Chuey. See I brought this nice little airborne poison from your friend Charles. You know Charles, Mr. Almond Joy.  We’ve been planning this for a while, Charles is really good for more than slaying, well actually he is good for slaying.  We concocted this little plan; all he had to do was seduce you.  First he infected himself with part of the poison, which was given to you through his semen, told you about condoms and swallowing.  And the rest was up to Chuey, all he had to do was breathe on you to complete the virus. Oh and don’t worry it’s undetectable, it will just seem like you overdosed on opium. You messed with the wrong one.” 

            The final stages of the poison took effect on Maxie and as she fell dead on the couch, covered in her own blood she could hear Milton laughing in the background.  Milton hung up the phone, turned and put his arms around Charles as the fell asleep with Chuey at the foot of the bed.



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