It was a beautiful Saturday a couple of days ago from today. On my way home to take a quick break, I happened to pass by Bachman Station. It’s a stop for the Green Line and Orange Line DART rail trains and buses near Harry Hines and Northwest Highway.
It’s a hotspot for criminal activity and is well known for being a dangerous station along the way to the DFW Airport on the Orange Line and towards the city of Carrollton on the Green Line.
I’d asked one of the officers if someone had gotten hurt. He replied, telling me that it was a crime scene. I then asked if someone had been killed? He repeated that it was a crime scene. I told him that I understood, thanked him, and went on my way.
Seeing the detectives in plain clothes and the unmarked cars along with the police cars and yellow tape, I had an idea of what had happened.
I checked the internet, and my suspicion was confirmed. Again, someone was shot and killed at Bachman Station.
I’ve used that station and have passed through it on more occasions than I could even try and remember. I’ve seen a lot.
Sometimes Dallas can be a madhouse. I’ve nicknamed it Gotham City because it reminds me of how wild it is in Batman’s world.
I must continue to remind myself to be careful and to always be completely aware of my surroundings at all times.
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Sway and I, dressed in our house clothes, had gone down to the Jimmy John’s for club sandwiches. We’d taken a seat next to the window.
I looked across to her. “You’re worrying again. What is it?”
She stared out, watching the moving vehicles and the people walking by. “Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing? It hasn’t even been a month, and I can already tell when you have something going on in that beautiful mind of yours.”
She chuckled. “What’s up?”
“Well… Money again?”
She turned to me. “I don’t want you to go from all this luxury to being on the street, Andre.”
I leaned back in my chair. “That’s not going to happen.”
“It’s still winter… I’m ride or die all the way. I’m with you until the end, but it’s going to be cold under those overpasses.”
“Sway, I’m not going to let that happen.”
“How much money do we have left?”
“Let me check the balance.” I pulled my phone. “We got… Damn… A lot of shit hit the bank already. There’s thirty-two hundred, fifty-six dollars and fifty-nine cents.”
“See! I knew it. You spent almost double that on all this. You had to have had a least ten thousand before you met me.”
“Stop doing that! I spent it because I wanted to spend it! Fuck outta here. I never had a mamma and I don’t need one now!”
“Baby… Baby, okay. Just listen to me. I only want to help find a way to get that back and then some. That’s all I’m saying.”
“I’m sorry… You didn’t deserve that.”
“No, I’m prying… I know.”
“It’s okay. I’m just not used to anyone telling me how to handle my shit…”
“And I’m not trying to. You’re in control of the money. I just want to help you make the money. I want what’s best for us.”
“You’re right.”
“As soon as we get back, let’s get to work, okay?”
“Bet.” I glanced at my messages. “I know those motherfuckers are pissed.”
“You got missed calls?”
“Fifty-six.”
“You didn’t tell them?”
“Nope.”
“They might think you’re like in jail or dead.”
I laughed. “They probably don’t want to fuck with me now. Might think I’m hot.”
Sway smiled. “That’s alright, I got you. How much coke do we have left?”
“Three grams… I need to score like tonight. I’m going to call my guy in a minute. I might as well get a whole one this time.”
“Can you make some twenties for me?”
“For Ecstasy?”
“I know there for sure.”
“Okay.”
“You can cut it too. It’ll still be better than what they’re getting right now.”
“I guess I could touch it a little bit… Get some Mannitol or Lidocaine when I pick up. They have all that shit. We can flip that right quick and re-up a couple more times…”
“Plus, what I’ll be bringing in.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you. I want to go and work with Demi.”
“You talking again about dancing? You’re serious.”
“Yeah, I can make us a lot of money. I know how to work a trick. I can get that.” Sway paused. “Baby, I don’t mean it like that.”
“What?”
“I can see it in your face. I will never sell my body unless you ask me to.”
“I didn’t even say anything…”
“I know what’s in that handsome mind of yours. You can trust me. I’m yours to do whatever you want me to do.”
“That pussy is mine, Sway. I don’t want no other motherfucker up in it.”
“Ooh fuck. Say that again…”
“I said that that pussy is all mine and I don’t want no other motherfucker up in it.”
“I want to get under this table right now and suck your motherfucking dick.”
I scanned the room. “We would definitely go to jail… For sure. Ooh!”
Sway had removed her shoe and was sock-jobbing me with her foot. She smiled. “Your dick is hard as fuck. What are we going to do about that?”
“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
“We’re finished here… Don’t you have to use the restroom?”
“You’re not thinking… The restroom, Sway?”
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It was about 1:45 a.m., and I was coming in when I heard an old song come on the radio. It was “Dig” by Incubus. It and “What I’ve Done” by Linkin Park are special to me. They bring me back to a time when I was on top of my game.
I was in fantastic shape physically, my money was overflowing, my Corvette was garage-kept and was only about two years old with hardly any mileage on it.
I had plenty of females around, my wardrobe was tops, I hung out in all the best strip clubs every night, and I lived in an incredibly expensive and exclusive apartment in Las Colinas.
My life was fantastic.
I was near my old digs, just about a mile and a half away on Northwest Highway near Riverside. In the past, I would have taken that right turn on Riverside and headed home. But now I continue on to my room in a hotel. Not as nice as my apartment, but it’s not bad considering my current financial circumstances.
But, for a brief moment, it was 2008 again, and I was back in time.
Ironically, I got a call from an old friend last night. I’ll call her Karyn. She’d been gone for a few years and was back in Dallas.
She’d told me that she was ready to get back to work at Bucks Cabaret. Remember, I was just there a few nights ago after being out of the loop for years. It didn’t get lost on me that Karyn just be my way back in. I say that because it’s always good to know someone on the inside when you’re on the outside. It’s as if all this was meant to be.
She’d said that she was so happy that I’d kept my same phone number and that she was looking for some coke and was wondering if I still had my connect. I told her yes and that I could make a call.
She then began trying to negotiate and even offered herself for a bit of fun in exchange. I was never a trick, and I’m all about getting paid, but I have, on occasion in the past, let a bit of small get away from me to help relieve some built-up pressure. But that was with a limited few, maybe one or two. It was never a practice of putting anything before my money.
But Karyn is a fat-bottom Latina with a gorgeous face and large natural breasts. I admit, it may be hard to turn down her offer. However, I can find her useful down the line, especially if she gets back on at Bucks.
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“You like that titty? Suck both of them, daddy.” Sway cupped her breast, holding them to my mouth, feeding me. “That’s it, bite them… Bite them hard.”
I clamped my front teeth, gnawing and chewing. “Yes! Just like that! Make them hurt.” I licked, sucked, bit, and nibbled as she commanded.
Sway pulled back. “Now I’m going to put this pussy on you.”
She rose above, taking me into her grip. “Your shit is so thick right now. So fucking hard. It’s never been this big and hard.”
I watched intently as she guided me to her entrance. “I’m going to take it real slow. I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you deep in me.
“Ooh, I’m stuck.” She ran her hand below, searching. “You still have a lot more dick for me, don’t you?
“I can take the length, but the width. That’s what I’m having a little trouble with. It’s so fucking thick…”
She rested her palms across my ribs as she began a slow glide. “I think I got it all… I got your whole dick in me, Andre. All of it.”
She reached behind, resting her weight onto my thighs. Her pussy was now in full display. Her clitoris stood erect.
Sway rolled and gyrated her hips. My manhood disappeared within, hiding between her folds. Her eyes followed mine. “Yeah, that’s all yours.”
“It’s all mine?”
Without warning, Sway stood. I looked up as she pivoted slowly, crossing her feet over my legs. She lowered, mounting me in reverse.
“Do you like it like this?”
“I like it, however, you give it to me.”
“I want to show you something.”
“Show me what?”
She leaned all the way over. “Look at my ass. Look at that little bitty tight hole. You see it?”
“I see it.”
She grabbed her cheeks, pulling them apart. “Can you see it better now?”
“Yes… It’s beautiful.”
“That tiny little hole is going to be all yours to fuck any time you want to. I’m going to give that to you because I love you. My virgin asshole is going to be all for you… You want it?”
“Yes, I want it.”
“But not right now. It’s too tight. I can’t do it yet. You’re going to have to wait, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’ve been trying for you, though… I can put two fingers in already, but I can’t take your dick. It would rip me apart.”
She grabbed at my feet, using leverage, pushing me deeper within her. “I can take it all with my pussy. You feel so good.”
Sway took both of my large toes into her mouth. She probed between my digits. She licked across one foot to the other. “Oh fuck, Andre. I think… I feel like I’m about to come.”
“I can feel mine too.”
“I want to look at you.” Sway quickly swiveled. She sat upright with her hands to her hips. “I want to look into those brown eyes of yours as you nut inside of me.”
She began a strong ride, grinding with all her weight. “Is that good for you? Do you feel it? You’re all the way to the top in me? You feel my wall?”
“Yes… I feel it.”
“Your dick fits my pussy so perfectly.” Sway kneaded my sack with her fingertips. “Your nuts are getting tight. Are you about to come for me?”
“It’s right there.”
“It’s right there for me, too.”
“Fuck, Sway… I can’t hold it much longer.”
“Ooh, baby. I’m about to… I’m about to… Fuck, daddy!”
“I can’t hold it…”
“Andre… Fuck!”
I rocked back and forward, trying with everything I could. “I can’t! That’s it!”
“I’m coming, Andre!”
“Me too!”
We exploded simultaneously. Fighting to hide my emotions, I pulled the covers over us as I took her tightly into my arms. Sway cried, whimpering uncontrollably. With my thumb, I gently wiped the tears from her eyes.
I touched my lips to her ear. “I love you, Sway.”
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