The Alternative: Lust, Murder, Power & Prestige

By SinClair McCoy

• Language: English
• Publisher: BP Publishing
• Release date: Jun 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781087885971

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THE ALTERNATIVE:

LUST, MURDER, POWER & PRESTIGE

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SinClair McCoy

Maryland | Washington D.C. | Virginia

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 by SinClair McCoy Books

Cover design by BP Publishing

Cover photography by Bryant E. Maith

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2020909741

ISBN (print): 978-1-7339553-4-8

ISBN (for E-book): 978-1-0878-8597-1

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This book is dedicated to all the women who dare to dream of taking a walk on their wild side.  You only have one life! Live it out unapologetically and to the fullest.  I’m wishing you love, lust, and pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.

~ SinClair McCoy

Table of Contents

PREFACE

PHASE I

Dazed and Confused

PHASE II

Becoming E

PHASE III

Oubliette

About the Author

THE ALTERNATIVE:

LUST, MURDER, POWER & PRESTIGE

PREFACE

My name is Dr. Charlye Demetrius MaShae and I had the perfect life. I had the perfect boyfriend, the sexy lover and a career that took me far. Growing up in the Suburbs of Virginia provided me with luxury, fortune, and the opportunity to network with the elite, but something was missing.

Thomas, my longtime boyfriend was a space filler – to say the least. He came home every night, but his life too was mundane and boring.  Together we appeared happy, but what looks golden on the inside, fell flat in the bedroom. I knew that I didn’t love him, but I enjoyed keeping the appearances of having a steady boyfriend as it seemed to reassure the Managing partners at my Therapy practice.

I went through life following the rules that my parents set for me. I was conditioned for greatness. My parents, both graduates of Ivy Leagues schools instilled the importance of what it means to be Black and educated. We participated in elite club house activities every weekend, attended debutant balls, and visited at Martha’s Vineyard during the summer with friends I met in college.

Growing up in a suburban family that lived in the south was no easy task. The youngest of two was not easy, as I was desperate to follow in the footsteps of my older sister but failed. Primary and secondary school went well, but life in college was most devastating if not worse. A loss in the family right before my first year of college took me by storm. I had no time to grieve. My parents pushed me to keep going when all I wanted to do is die. 

I went to college again and again and developed my skills in psychology and then as a certifies sex therapist. I graduated at the top of my class in undergrad and graduate school, had stellar letters of recommendations from my teachers and was blessed to have several internships all throughout the DC area. I was serious and determined when it came to my career. Because of my profession, I was serious most of the time. Working hard at school was easy. Studying and working helped keep my mine off the death of my sister. College roommates tried many times to console me and hook me up with men on campus, but my heart was never in it.

I met Thomas while in my late twenties. He was quiet, shy, and very handsome. We hung out a lot and kind of fell into a situation-ship that developed into a long-term relationship. He didn’t have a college background, but he was a research assistant to several successful psychiatrists in several local hospitals. He helped with research trials for patients who participated in experimental medications for research. We kicked it for a long while, but with all my college education, trainings, certifications, and life experiences could teach me how to train my boring boyfriend how to knock my socks off in the bedroom. After years of the same mundane, boring bedroom action, I met someone that was much different than anyone else I’d ever met. His name is E, which is short for Everette.  We met shortly after I graduated from my doctorate program. By this time, I’m in my early thirties, and although Thomas and I were still together, E was someone I could not resist getting to know better. We met at a local night club and had a brief affair until he disappeared. When he finally decided to resurface, I tried hard to resist his attempts, but he was persistent and just wouldn’t leave. He came in and out of my life like a tsunami. E was my lover and much more. He introduced my body to sensations I had never dreamed of nor was I taught in any book I’d read in class. He owned my orgasms and my mind. I played like I dismissed him, but truthfully, I was hooked, and he possessed me like a prize. He lived to please me and wanted me all to himself; therefore, Thomas had to go.

At work I was well respected by her peers, but Marcellus, a rival who made my tenure at the firm a nightmare. He teased me, taunted me, and made me doubt myself like never before. He was once a co-worker, but now a vicious competitor. Marcellus is also a seasoned therapist who won over the ladies with his good looks, big tools (if you know what I mean), and his suave demeanor, which ultimately made me his target. I was not fooled by him like everyone else seemed to be. He had the managing partners and clients wrapped around his finger, but I saw straight through him. Women flocked to him like a moth to a flame, and the partners saw him as the greater asset. On the other hand, I worked twice as hard and had more experience but went unrecognized and unappreciated. I wasn’t the only one who saw through his foolery. Lexi, our office manager, and my executive assistant saw right through Marcellus’ weak attempt to cause division between the partners and I. Lexi secretly became my eyes and ears to catch Marcellus at his dirty work. She kept watch of his every move. During one of our girl’s nights at my place, Lexi and I further developed a friendship and promised to watch each other’s backs. It was a man’s world, but we weren’t about to sit back quietly and take bare scraps for what we knew we deserved.

As a professional sex therapist, attending seminars allowed me to travel in and out of town. This paved the way for me to reunite with friends from the past who were key players in my next moves. After years of being disciplined, I fought to the death to see one of my ultimate dreams come true through the development of a five-star restaurant and an exclusive BDSM club in the dungeon below. However, while maintaining the club, it was imperative that I kept my identity hidden. This became a challenge once Marcellus found me out. On one hand he made it his business to try to shut me down and blast my business to partners at the practice; while on the other, Everette attempted to control everything from what I wore, to how I came, and even when I left his presence. The men in my life wanted more from me than I was willing to give, and I needed an escape. I needed to let loose the phoenix that lay close to the depths of my soul. Oubliette, my exclusive BDSM sex club in Miami would be my escape into a world where all my inhibitions were set free. I could be with E and be completely me. Every article of clothing, jewelry, shoes, and accessory would be selected by each man who helped develop me into a sex vixen, but Marcellus’ plan of blackmail stopped me dead in my tracks. I knew then what I’d have to do, and I knew just who I could get to do my dirty work. E was my lover, my haven, and my fool. He would do whatever I told him to do, but with him, everything came with at a price. I am willing, and able, but somebody has to go. My detailed plan included strippers, dominatrix, masters, and slaves. I would take Miami by storm and get paid every chance I got.

One innocent night at the club changed everything for me. I brought one of Marcellus’ groupies to the stage not knowing who she was or that she belonged to him. I had no idea the beautiful volunteer would fall in a trance from my seduction on stage, which Marcellus could not stand to see. He couldn’t handle the mental grip I had on his lady, nor was he leaving without a fight. I was covered from head to toe in black latex, stiletto heels accompanied with whips and chains.  His plan for revenge unearthed me. Once seen, there was no turning back.  His rage led him to follow me home and confront me by surprise. The end results of the conflict led to his unfortunate demise.

PHASE I

Dazed and Confused

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harley looked out the window and gazed at the trees that were blowing as she yearned to be anywhere but in the office on a Friday afternoon. The sun was out, and the spring weather made her want to play hooky, but she had one more couple to see before she ended her day.

Her phone buzzed. She hit the intercom button her phone and heard her assistant Lexi on the other end.

Dr. MaShae, your 3:30 is here. Should I show them in?

Lexi give me five minutes, and then show them in please.

Dr. Charley Demetrius MaShae was an esteemed figurehead in the sex therapy industry. She had worked many years to establish herself in the field, through her annual workshops, clinical connections, and hosting seminars throughout that nation. She was proud of her accomplishments and looked forward to working towards becoming managing partner soon with her firm.

Before I start daydreaming about my future as partner, let me take this last couple, and then get the hell out of here, she thought aloud to herself and instructed her assistant to show her clients in.

Dr. MaShae, meet Gavin and Evie St. James.

Thank you, Lexi.

Please, have a seat. I’ll take a few minutes to look over your notes to get an idea of what brought you in today. Could you tell me more about yourselves?

As the couple started to share their story, I found myself drifting off into space. I can’t wait to see the new store Shane set up a private showing for me later today. I haven’t been out looking for new materials in a long while, and I’m in the mood for a pair of red stiletto shoes and a few accessories to go with them. Although Thomas doesn’t care for me to dress up, there is no harm in fantasizing.

I quickly checked back in as Mr. St. James shared his side of the story and what he hoped to gain from the sex therapy focused sessions. He was no different than most of the men who came to see me. He expects me to flash my magic wand and change his wife into an oversexed nymphomaniac who would be ready and willing at a moment’s notice to fuck. Never do they imagine that a woman’s sexual desires and needs may be completely different than what he expects from her.

After looking over Mr. St. James, I could clearly see how his wife could be attracted to him. He reminded me of a taller Morris Chestnut type with smooth dark skin, perfect teeth and a smile that would melt the panties off any lady that passed by him.  To say the least, he was fine as hell.

Mrs. St. James on the other hand, reminded me of a librarian.  She was somewhat conservative, polit, and soft spoken when she talked about their bedroom intimacies and experiences throughout the course of their relationship.  It was crystal clear who was the dominant force in this relationship.  If her bedroom persona was the same as what she is giving me in this moment, therapy is exactly where they need to be.

It kills me how we love to talk about sex, but not talk about sex. Men think one way, while women think another, and they indeed seem to be on two different planets with their expectations of what sex and sexuality is.

I met him while I was in grade school, Mrs. St. James explained. He was a track and football star and I was honestly surprised that he was even interested in me.  I was incredibly quiet and shy back then. We dated for about five or six years before we decided to get married. Soon after, I realized I was pregnant. Before the baby, our love making was frequent. I didn’t have a lot of experience with men, but I enjoyed being with Gavin. He was patient and taught me things about love making and sex that I was clueless about.

How do you distinguish the two Mrs. St. James?

Sex can be done without thought or feeling and it’s usually quick and fast. Love making for me is planned and intense. I light up candles, turn on music and wait for him to join me in bed. I will admit that I’m probably not that exciting in bed, but I think Gavin enjoys sex with me. He always finishes at the end, she replied.

I noticed Mr. St. James roll his eyes while she spoke. He even shook his head no.

What do you say Mr. St. James?

He straightened his back and cleared his throat. Well, Evie is right. I never have a problem finishing, but I would really like to take things to another level.  I’m just not exactly sure how to do that.

Well, it looks like you both have similar ideas about what you want. Should we schedule another session for next Friday?

That works for me. Mr. St. James replied.

That works for me as well.

Okay, please see Lexi on your way out. She will schedule your next appointment. You two take care and have a great weekend.

Thank you. They echoed in unison.

As I showed my clients out, my thoughts ran away from me again.  Finally done for the workday. What can I get into that will change this mood from boring to sexy? I pulled out my sketch pad and sketch a few outfit drafts. I figured I would keep my skills up since I had not added any new ideas to my sketch book in months. This month had been busy getting things lined up for the conference we were preparing for in a few weeks. Both Lexi and I had our work cut out for us. She had already made three edits to my lecture notes and slide show presentation drafts. I wanted everything to be perfect. This would be my first time speaking as seminar host and I had a point to move to myself, and the managing partners.

It was only five o’clock. I had a few more hours to spare before heading over to Shane. I scheduled to meet up with him at seven for a private showing. To pass the time, I organized a few files, rearranged a few textbooks on my shelves and updated my scheduler to sync with Lexi’s most resent updates. The only thing left was to water my plants and roam the internet until time got closer.

Lexi knocked on my door and announced that she was leaving for the day. A quick chat with her and quick cleanup of my desk and I was ready to go. I checked the kitchen and office to see if anyone else was left in the office. I turned off the lights, locked up and dashed to the elevator. I was excited. I had not been excited by much these days. I needed to spice up my life before I drove myself crazy. Work was going well, but I needed action. It was time to get back to planning.

On the ride down on the elevator, I thought I heard voices as I passed the second floor. I was parked on the garage level of the building and my car was a few feet away. I took a picture of the designated parking spaces that the partners had. Their names were on plagues hammered on the cement garage wall. Soon enough my name would be there too. It was my time.

Shane’s boutique was not far away. I parked in the rear in my attempt to be incognito. It was times like these I was proud that I never used vanity plates that could ID myself. Thomas and E talked me out of it just in the event someone ever tried to stalk me. Obvious vanity plates with Dr. MaShae on the front and rear would easily make me a target if someone wanted to do harm. I scoped out my surroundings and headed in.

Come on in Charley. I’ve been waiting for you for a while. It’s 7:30pm and I closed the boutique at seven so that you will have total privacy and so that no one will recognize you. I know how important privacy is to you.

What do you have for me Shane? Wow me. I need to a boost.

Step right in, enter The Velvet Rope.

The Velvet Rope was superb! It had everything I wanted and each time I visited Shane’s boutique I literally had to walk away because of how much I would spend. He had lingerie, chains, whips, vibrators, every toy known to man. It was a wild woman’s dream! The ultimate accessory that I wanted that he finally had was The Violet Wand. I had been waiting for it for months. He was all out of them when I was in during my last shopping spree many moons ago. He introduced me to the shocks and vibrations of the wand and the feel of light electric shocks excited me just thinking about it.

I’ll take one of those, pointing to the Violet Wand, and I want to see what new stock you have in those hooker boots you showed me in the catalog.

I’ll be right back with those, Shane explained. I have a few things that I think you’d like to try.

Shane returned with a wide smile on his face as he placed three long boot boxes on the stool beside me. I was sitting in a velvety chair with my shoes off, thrilled to have the opportunity to be sized for the five and a half inch heels I longed to try on.

I have these in black, red, and your favorite, purple. Shane excitedly stated.

OH, Shane! You know just want I love.

The black boots were patent leather with silver spikes and skulls on them. The heel was thick, and the shoes were hella sexy. "These are fly, I squealed,"

I thought that you’d like them. Try these next ones. I think you’ll find these to be just as interesting as the last. He slowly unveiled them from the tissue paper that they were skillfully wrapped and tapped. Charley, meet Ruby Red.

Mmm, Ruby Red huh? Where on earth did you find these?

I have my sources. Don’t you worry about that, just try them on.

He slid the 4.5-inch heel onto my foot and then up my calf. They were satin and were laced with both black and red satin shoelaces. As I stood haphazardly in the boot, I instantly fell in love with the texture against my skin. The boot was cool, shiny, and of course, just my style.

Last but not least, the best saved for last. Charley, meet, Purple Envy.

Geesh Shane. How am I going to walk on these?

With assistance of course … or you can crawl. I looked at him and smiled a devilish grin.

You know what I like Shane, which is exactly why I keep you on speed dial. You make my soul smile, I swear. These are to die for.

The ultra-high heel patented leather pointed toe stiletto heel boot was beautiful. There were buckles and zippers on each side that made the shoe appealing.

I have a greater respect for you Shane. You have definitely wowed me today.

That’s not all. Shane replied. There are accessories that you need to go along with your ensemble. I was able to locate a red and black and purple and black Cat o’ nine tail whips that match perfectly with every pair of shoes you tried on today.

PERFECT! Ring me up. I’ve got to get out of this store right now. I need a catalog. I have a bulk order that I plan to make in a few months, and I’ll need those items by special delivery.

Are you and your beau thinking of moving?

Oh no, nothing like that, but mind your business Shane. That’s not for you to know.

I took off the right Purple Envy Boot and cringed as I felt my stocking foot fall back into my boring, conservative flats. The boutique got me to thinking. These shoes have gotten me through so many good times; and although they were not the most attractive, I’ve worked hard not to draw too much sexual attention to myself at the office.

As I watched Shane wrap up my goodies, my mind got to going. Ahh … the boring life of a sex therapist. Many would never guess that I had such a mundane life, both in and outside of the bedroom. No one would guess that I got my thrills out of fantasy shopping and purchasing latex, silk, and satin. I developed this hobby years ago when E was still around. He brought me so many lingerie sets and other high-end quality apparel that made me feel sexy. Although I cherished the items, he brought me, I burned them after he disappeared on me and didn’t call. He was a temporary, but I wasn’t ready for our affair to be over. I wondered why he spent so much time grooming me, only to turn around and drop me like a hot potato. When he left, a part of my heart went with him. I was falling for the great sex he always came through with, but his abrupt disappearing act left me with feelings of anger and bitterness. Despite his fast exit, good ole reliable Thomas was always there and wasn’t going anywhere.

At times like these, I hated reminiscing about E. Thinking about him only made it harder to go home to Thomas who was lame and couldn’t lit a match in me if he tried. Thomas was a great boyfriend, but he wasn’t the best lover. I knew that it was a matter of time before I would put an end to us. I’m simply waiting to make my move at the right time. Timing is everything.

I was startled back to reality when Shane shouted my name.

You’re all set Charley! Is there anything else I can assist you with?

I think I am done Shane. Thank you so much for getting these items in so quickly and packaging it up for me. Remember that I must walk out with these, so I don’t need The Velvet Rope all over my bags. You know that I’m a celebrity in this town, I snickered.

Absolutely Charley. You’re such a beautiful woman; I don’t know why you walk around looking like a nun, all covered up. I see your hips and curves that you keep trying to hide. Girl, you and I both know that you are thicker than a snicker.

Ha ha … flattery will take you a long way Shane. You know that I must be conservative at work. I’m up for promotion soon and I don’t want Marcellus trying to use how I dress as a deterrent for me making partner.

How are you and Marcellus doing anyway? he asked.

He’s getting on my last nerve as usual. I have a conference coming up in a few weeks and trying my best to stay clear of him as much as I can because he can be a real prick.

I hear you. Well, you know that I’m always rooting for you girlfriend, and I can’t wait until you make MP. You’ve been at that firm for six years now and honey it’s your time.

Yes, I’m hoping so too, I really am.

Well here you are Ms. Thang.  Everything is bagged in brown paper as instructed. Privacy is a must and I always aim to please you Mistress.

Mistress? I don’t think anyone has ever called me that before, Shane.

Well, I know a mistress when I see one, but that’s for another visit. Kisses darling. Take good care of your fine self.

Kisses pumpkin. I’ll be in touch soon.

With full hands, I made the short walk to the trunk of my car. Just as I placed the last box inside, Marcellus walked swiftly toward me.

What’cha got there Ms. Lady? Did you get something for me?

"It’s none of your business Marcellus. Why are you here? Are you following me?

Why would I need to follow you? I’m too busy getting my ducks in a row. Before you know it, the higher ups are going to be making the decision about me making partner in the next month or two.

You haven’t made partner yet Marcellus.

Don’t you dare call me Marcellus outside of the office. It’s Dr. Marcellus Rome to you Charlye, and don’t you forget it. Now, what’s in the bags?

None of your business. Go away. I don’t have time for your foolishness today; I’ve got things to do. I demanded.

Very well. You’re not of much interest to me anyway. I have several ladies waiting for me to come through. I mean after all, it is Friday.

Yeah, I’m sure there’s some sleazy girl somewhere with your name all over her. I said sarcastically.

Don’t hate me because you have a man at home that isn’t hitting it the way you need he taunted.

You are so crass. Get away from my car.

I hurried to get in the car before he could say another word. I hated Marcellus. I loathed him because he could always see right through me and most of all, I can’t stand how he knows so much about my love life when I never said a word to him about Thomas.

When are you going to learn Charyle? I know women. I know what they want and what they need. You’re only a sex therapist in the office. I give sex therapy to the ladies and they always come back for me. It’s going to be me, Charyle. I’m going to make partner before you. Mark my word.

I sped off so quickly that he didn’t get a chance to see the anger in my face, nor the tears in my eyes. I hate you Marcellus. You will pay for making my life a living hell. I said to myself between clenched teeth.

THOMAS

I finally arrived home after dealing with Marcellus’ smug ass at the boutique. Everything was going well until he put his two cents in my business. The ride from the boutique allowed me to shed my tears and regroup before heading into the house. I needed a drink and Thomas was a helpful distraction.

Hey, when did you get home? Thomas asked curiously.

I’ve been here for about twenty minutes or so. I needed some time to get my thoughts together. I just ran into Marcellus, and he of course, had everything to say about this upcoming promotion.

"Do you need me