DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.3 – MEET SWAY

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JANUARY 25, 2020

MEET UP – MAMA’S DAUGHTERS PARKING LOT ACROSS FROM THE DELUX INN – 1:26 p.m.

Mandy, a pug-nosed, pale-skinned brunette Oompa Loompa, is the bottom bitch for a gorilla named Rosebud.

She was doing incalls at her favorite haunt, the Delux Inn, when she’d hit me up for a hundred sack.

As usual, I’d parked across the street at Mama’s Daughter’s parking lot.

A minute hadn’t gone by when I’d spotted her coming down the stairs from a second-level room near the front of the court, overlooking Royal Lane.

This time, she wasn’t alone. There was a sweet-looking girl close to her side. I sat up, stiffening in my seat as they made their approach.

Mandy rested her elbows across the frame of the passenger door. “What’s up, Andre?” She handed me a roll of twenties.

“It’s all good.” She dug into her bra, snugging the coke under her left tit. “Who do you have with you?”

Mandy turned, fingering the side of her bob, pulling the locks behind her ear. “This is my new young one, Sway.”

Sway stepped forward. “Hi.”

She was absolutely beautiful. Thin with light brown shoulder-length hair. Her silver eyes sat under natural, model-like eyebrows. Below her pointed, turned-up nose were a pair of red, pouty lips. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you… I like your car. Can I sit in it?” She searched for the handle.

“Sure!” I reached, thumbing the release, letting her in.

Mandy was hesitant. “Don’t be long. We have to get back, okay?” She did a three-sixty, scanning before traipsing away.

Sway eyed the cabin, lightly touching the knobs and buttons. She then looked to me. We locked in a stare.

Sway leaned, running her hand up my inner thigh. She unzipped and released me, placing gentle kisses to my chest and torso before taking me deep into her warm mouth. I didn’t last.

She quickly held open her hand, holding it high.

“What?”

“A twenty.”

“Bitch, I didn’t tell you I was some trick!” Sway frowned, looking out her window. Mandy was at the edge of the lot, waiting, watching. I muttered, “Ah, okay.” I placed a forty into her palm. “Now get the fuck out of my car, bitch!”

She did her best, face wrestling with the smirk tugging at the side of her cheek. She stepped out, closed my door, and hotfooted away.


Later that evening, I got a call from Mandy’s phone. I answered. “You need more already?”

“This is Sway.”

“Hey, Sway… Where’s Mandy?”

“In the room, turning a trick.”

“Oh, okay… So, what’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me? About what?”

“Well… I don’t know how to say this… I, I can’t get you out of my head… And I… It’s like I feel ashamed, but I feel good too.”

“What does that mean?”

“I feel ashamed for sucking your dick like that…but I didn’t think that I would ever see you again… It’s like I wanted to please you… To be a part of you as soon as I saw you…”

“You didn’t really want the coke, did you?”

“No, I don’t do it… Andre… This may sound crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about… I know you probably believe I’m running game, but I’m not. There’s something special about you. I can feel it.

“I just wish that we’d met under different circumstances, you know? I think that we could have had something real. That’s if you would have wanted me…”

“I sensed the same thing about you, too. That there was something special. I was wondering why is such a beautiful girl not with me? Any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“You mean that, Andre?”

“Yes, I mean it. Real talk.”

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear. I just knew you’d know what to say. You’ve reminded me of who I was; who I used to be… You’ve given me life. Because of your words, I now know that I can love and be loved again.

“You know, I didn’t choose this. Mandy and Rosebud got me out here…”

“You were a turnout?”

“But I’m done.”

“You’re talking about right now?”

“Yes. I’m leaving.”

“You’re serious? What’s your plan?”

“I don’t have a plan. I just know I have to leave, and whatever happens, happens. I’m not scared.”

“Where are you going to stay? Do you have any money?”

“I stole some from Mandy. I can catch a room for a few days until I figure something out.”

“Then what?”

“If I have to, I still have customers…”

“And be independent? These pimps out here will eat you alive.”

“Can you protect me? I’ll give you half of everything. I promise. I’ll do right by you.”

“I’m not a pimp, Sway. That’s not my hustle. I’m just a dope boy and nothing else.”

“I understand…”

“What about your family?”

“Rosebud and Mandy…”

“They exposed you?” Sway broke into tears. “Come on, baby. Don’t cry.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to put this on you. I only wanted to talk to you. I swear.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I tell you what. Come stay at my place. Hang out until you get your shit together.”

“You would do that for me?”

“You said you like me, right?”

“Yes! I do!”

“Well, I got you. Meet me down the road at the Race Track. Do you know where it is?”

“I do.”

“Get there as quick as you can. Don’t even look back. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Thank you, Andre. You won’t be sorry. I promise you.”

“Go!”

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.2 – DAN

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JANUARY 24, 2020

MEET UP – GAS STATION – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 3:42 p.m.

I’d met with Dan, a regular who I was introduced to by a bartender at The Gentleman’s Club for a hundo.

Dan is a tall, middle-aged blue-blood from Boston. His being raised in wealth has him so out of touch that he’s totally unaware of his surroundings.

Several times, I’ve seen him walk into a convenience store, hit the ATM, and return to his running Ferrari that he’d left with his house keys and wallet resting in plain view on the passenger seat.

His timing is always off, too. If he says he’ll be at a meet-up in fifteen minutes, it’ll probably be more like twenty or twenty-five, leaving me sitting and waiting with a pocket full of sizzle.

If that isn’t bad enough, once he arrives, he’ll usually pull up right next to me with cash in hand, his top down, music blasting, and revving his engine.

For Dan, I only carry exactly what I have for him and no more.

I keep a stack of free door passes from Gold Town in my center console. That’s my line in case we’re ever questioned by the laws.


GOLD TOWN CABARET – 4:27 p.m.

As soon as I’d walked in, I got the news that Robbie, a past-her-prime stripper whom I’d met through the DJ, Romero, had been fired.

Robbie was unkempt, toned but not shapely, and never wore makeup. Her red hair was wild and big, and when fucked up, she would continually whip it from one side to the other.

She had a nice little side hustle going where she’d score from me and peddle to the girls and customers, taxing them for personal profit. I really didn’t care because it kept the heat off.

Robbie’s also a professional couch surfer and was staying with a club member named James. James is older, about sixty, and very polite; a real gentleman. I’d shot pool with him a couple of times prior to my introduction to Robbie.

She’d exposed him, telling me how he owned a business where he’d collect quarterly payments of five million dollars, how he liked to entertain young girls at his downtown apartment, and that he loved my coke.

However, James must have had enough of Robbie because he’d kicked her out of his place, and she was now living in the Design District with an associate of his.

This guy was also a partier. I’d get calls from Robbie around the clock for no less than two hundred a trip, plus tip.

I moved a few pieces, a couple hundred bags, and four forty sacks before calling it.


HOME – 10:12 p.m.

I’d left for Cinepolis to see “The Gentlemen”.


HOME – 4:46 a.m.

Demi dropped by for a forty.

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