TRUE MEMOIRS OF A LIBERTINE – GIA

I was traveling home one evening on Interstate 10 when I caught the attention of the female driver in the lane next to me. I gave her a wave. Her response was a combination of side-eye, a pursed mouth twisted to the side, and a single brow raised for added emphasis.

I wasn’t deterred just yet. I’d matched her speed, pacing evenly with her. I then tapped my horn to get her attention again. She’d kept her eyes ahead, ignoring me, but I saw a smirk trying to slip through. She stole a look, and I was ready with a kiss to blow. She pretended to catch it and threw it over the back of her shoulder. The sarcastic smirk finally broke, painting a gushing grin across her face. There was my opening.

For almost a mile, we communicated with each other using overly exaggerated lip-speak and flirtatious hand gestures. I signaled her to get off at the next exit, and she did.

The cars were log-jammed at the traffic light up ahead, and I’d hoped that it would give us ample time to get acquainted. We were side by side when we powered down our windows, and I was now able to get a more detailed look at her. She had fair skin with dark shoulder-length hair and a generous smile. I spoke first. “What’s your name?”

“Gia,” she replied easily.

“Hello, Gia. How are you?”

“I’m fine, how are you?”

“I’m much better now that I’ve met you. How’s your day going?”

“My day is going much better now that I’ve met you, too; but, I actually haven’t met you yet, have I? You still haven’t told me your name.”

I caught the dig aimed at my flubbed introduction. “I’m Stefen.”

“Stefen. I like that, Stefen.”

I was blindly feeling around for my cell phone when I noticed that the traffic light had turned green. “I would like to talk to you some more. Maybe we can go and hang out sometime.”

Gia didn’t hesitate. As I tapped in her phone number, I could see in my periphery that the cars had already begun to creep forward. “Call me tonight at around eight-thirty, I won’t be doing anything!”

“I’ll do that!”


It was eight forty-five when I phoned Gia. She answered on the second ring. “Hello.”

“Hello, Gia. This is Stefen… We met on the highway today.”

“You’re that guy who convinced me to pull off the Interstate to get my number.”

“That would be me.”

“Do you always get women to pull off the Interstate?”

“No, but do you always pull off whenever guys you meet on the Interstate ask you to?”

“Great comeback,” she replied laughingly.

“But you didn’t answer, did you?”

“Okay, I get it. You’re getting me back because I busted your balls earlier today. You caught me off guard, but I’ll be prepared from now on.”

“Is this a competition already?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“You did it again.”

“You’re not scared of a little competition, are you?”

“I see that you answer everything with a question.”

“Do I?”


That following weekend, we went to the movies. We had decided to take separate cars since it was our first date.

She was parked towards the rear of the lot and had flashed her lights when she’d spotted my car. I pulled up next to hers, and I instantly recognized her smile.

I could see her stalling a bit. I got out first and walked over to her side.

When Gia emerged, I was awestruck. At about five feet six, she was a little taller than what I’d imagined. Gia was shapely, curvaceous, and buxom. She was dressed in a pair of fitted designer denims, a top with tons of bling, and some stylish boots. Her hair was to perfection, and she’d smelled great. She opened her arms, and we gave each other a quick hug.

“Have you been waiting long?”

“About ten minutes.”

“My apologies.”

“Actually, you’re right on time.”

“Are you ready?”

“Sure, why not?”

As we walked silently towards the ticket window, I deliberately lagged behind about a half step, and it didn’t go unnoticed. “Do you like your view, Stefen?”

Caught off guard by her aptness, I hastily wrestled my eyes away, quickly positioning myself next to her. “What do you mean?”

She replied with a wry smile. “You’re welcome to look all you want. Take it all in. There’s enough back there.”

“Okay, you got me. You are fine, though.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

“So you like what you see?”

“If I didn’t I would have pulled off as soon as you got out.”

“Just like that, huh?”

“Yep, just like that.”

Gia leaned in playfully, bumping me with her hip, knocking me off stride. I recovered with an arm across her shoulder.

We’d picked out a movie and headed for the snack counter. We ordered an extra-large bucket of popcorn to share and had separate sodas. We took our seats and unwound a bit, talking under the house lights before the previews started.

I could sense that there was already a strong connection between us, and I was proven right. Within minutes of the coming attractions, our hands found each other’s, and our fingers were still locked as the final credits crawled up the screen.

Gia had an arm around my waist, and I covered her with mine as we walked to our cars.

We stood close to each other, flirting a bit, but Gia didn’t wait for my lead. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in close for our first kiss. It was direct, forceful, and passionate. As we parted, she gave a tight squeeze to my ass cheek. I made sure that her doors were locked and instructed her to give me a call to let me know she’d made it safely.

On my way home, I’d stopped off and picked up a to-go order of chicken strips and French fries from Denny’s. I’d just begun to eat when the phone rang. It was Gia. She had called as promised.

Even though it was only one date, I was really beginning to like Gia a lot. She was a nice girl. She was a professional with a career and was independent. I was excited to see where it would go.


After several more dates, Gia decided it was time to pay me a visit at my apartment. She was to bring a few DVD’s from her collection and I was to provide the popcorn.

I’d tidied up my place, dusting, vacuuming, and had just done a thorough Febrezing when I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it, and there was Gia. She was standing with sunglasses in her hand and a bright smile on her face. I caught a glance of her pretty white sundress and matching sandals before she reeled me in with a generous hug and a tasty kiss on the lips. I invited her in.

After giving her a tour, we took our places on the sofa. I excused myself to the kitchen and tossed a couple of bags into the microwave. I emptied the popcorn into a large bowl and poured us two colas.

Gia nestled up to me, which eventually led to heavy petting and exploring. We then took it to my bedroom, where it got even heavier.

We were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. Our tongues did a Rumba within our tightly pressed lips. Our nude bodies melded into one, and our heartbeats synced and were locked into the same rhythm.

As I began to enter her, I was met with a sharp discourteous resistance. Gia abruptly absconded from my grasp and scurried away, finding refuge at the very edge of the bed. She’d curled into a fetal ball with her knees to her chest.

I tried to make sense of what had just happened. As I stared at the ceiling, I ran several possible scenarios through my head. It couldn’t have been something I’d said because we weren’t talking much, and she hadn’t said anything or had given any indication that she was offended in any way. It could have been something emotional, but her back was to me, and I couldn’t get a read of her face.

I watched for a few more minutes as she lay there quietly before finally breaking the silence. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said flatly. “I have to go.” She grabbed her things and sped off to the living room. I was hardly on my feet when I heard her riffling through her purse for her car keys. She was already dressed and reaching for the doorknob when I caught up to her.

“Hold on, Gia, let me at least escort you to your car.” She paused, staring with unseeing eyes. I hustled my clothes together, got dressed, and slid my feet into a pair of sneakers. As I opened the door, Gia eagerly stepped out. I pulled it to the edge of the frame and followed behind. Neither of us spoke as we walked quietly to her vehicle.

She got in, buckled her seat belt, and started the ignition. Gia left me with a fleeting, appropriately forced smile as she placed the selector in drive and pulled away.

During the week, Gia paid me another visit, which pretty much amounted to a repeat of the first visit.

It was another passion-filled canoodling session, but in this version, I’d already begun to penetrate Gia’s moistness and was at the halfway point before she’d shoved me away.

She didn’t curl up at the edge of the bed, wait for me to break the silence, or even give me a chance to walk her to her car. She’d hurried her clothes on and was out the door before I could even get up.

I was still getting dressed when I heard a knock. My initial thought was that it may have been a neighbor. Were we too loud? I didn’t think so because we only had the TV on, and it wasn’t at a high volume. I wasn’t expecting company. I had no idea.

I had just pulled my T-shirt down around my waist when I opened it. It was Gia. She stood there looking at me intently with an expressionless stare.

“Hey, did you forget something? Is everything okay?”

“Are you mad?”

“No, of course I’m not mad… What?”

Without saying a word, Gia pivoted on her heels and was gone. It was an hour later, almost to the minute, when I received a text message saying she was home.


It was three days later when Gia called. She’d wanted to visit, but I had no intentions of going through the physical and mental gymnastics again, and I’d begun to put up some resistance to the idea. Gia could sense my hesitation but halted my deterrence with a quick counterattack that left me defenseless. She’d promised me a home-cooked meal.

Gia arrived with a load. She was holding a large paper sack in her arm, and her other hand was choking the neck of a bottle of red. After a kiss on the lips, she made a beeline for the kitchen.

She placed it all on the counter, and I watched as she began removing the items one by one.

There was pasta, ground meat, an assortment of fresh vegetables, and all sorts of sauces and spices. I was then given strict orders to remove myself from the area and to find something to do for an hour or so. I complied.

I learned that day that Gia was an excellent cook. This girl had skills in the kitchen. I didn’t know if this meal was just her specialty or not, but if she could cook a variety of dishes like this, she could have easily worked in or opened a top-tier restaurant of her own.

I stuffed myself to the point of almost not being able to move. I finally made my way from the table, but not without finishing one last piece of garlic bread.

I plopped onto the sofa and had already begun to fight that drowsy feeling that only a good meal can give. I lost the battle and dozed off. It was brief, though.

I was awakened by a presence, and when I opened my eyes, Gia’s were only inches away from mine. Something was different. There was a look that I’d never seen before.

Gia planted her feet and two-handed grabbed me by the waistband of my pants. She jerked me from the sofa, towing me away to the bedroom. Gia shoved me onto the bed. She attacked, violently ripping away my clothes. She hurriedly undressed, then climbed on top of me. She spat on her hand, coated my erection, and forced it inside of her.

I watched as her mountainous breasts bounced and swayed as she rode me with wanton cruelty. There was an animalistic, lascivious lust in her eyes. She mauled and clawed at my chest, my head, and face.

Gia then placed her palms onto my ribs, spreading her legs wide, extending them outward, using all of her weight to fill her insides with every inch of me.

It wasn’t long before we arrived simultaneously. As we lay relaxed next to each other, I began to think. I’d figured that maybe she just needed her own time before taking things to the next level. I reasoned that we were now beyond that point and would be okay.

We spent the entire night together, going a few more rounds before finally drifting off to sleep.

It was mid-morning when I awoke. Gia had already gone. I went into the kitchen to find that she had put away the food and had done a meticulous cleaning of the stove and countertops. She’d left a note saying where everything was and how to properly heat the leftovers when I got hungry.


Gia came over the very next day. I’d opened the door and was greeted with my usual hug and kiss. “My pussy is so wet, Stefen. Are you ready for me?”

Gia was removing her clothes, dropping them to the floor as we made our way to the bedroom.

I’d already stepped out of my shorts and was removing my T-shirt when I noticed Gia staring at my erection. “Get on your back, I want to ride my clit on that dick.”

She climbed on top of me and began a smooth forward and reverse hip glide as she tugged at her breasts; her long nipples protruding between her fingers. Her juices began to flow, soaking my crotch and spilling down between my inner thighs.

It was becoming difficult to hold things together. An erroneous signal from my spinal cord caused a vigorous contraction of my bulbospongiosus muscle. My body jerked in response. Gia swiftly pinched my frenulum tightly until it subsided.

She then fell limp on top of me. I turned her over and began kissing her neck and breasts, lightly tonguing her nipples and areolas. I pushed both of her huge mounds upward, running my tongue across the undersides. I then kissed and licked her torso, making my way down toward her navel.

Gia grabbed me by my head, sharply pulling me upward. I went back to her lips, kissing her again. She turned her face to the side. I positioned myself between her legs and attempted to enter, but Gia moved with light speed and brute force, sliding both hands between our slick bodies, blocking her passage.

I rolled over onto my back. I could not believe it. It was happening again. Through my periphery, I could see her watching me.

Gia snuggled close, resting her arm across my chest. I didn’t know what to make of any of this. She started kissing my shoulder, moving up to my neck, and then to my lips. She breathed heavily into my ear.

Gia then slid her body down between my legs. She engulfed my testicles, gently rolling and darting her tongue around them. She again climbed on top of me, riding as she did before. I reached towards my penis, but was met with a vise-like grip of my wrist.

That was it for me. I’d had enough. I knew at that moment that I was done with Gia. This time I got dressed first. She left without hassle.


Some considerable time had passed before I’d heard from Gia again. She’d called me and said that she was now seeing another guy, but it was nothing serious; it was only sexual. She went on about how good it was and that he was her best lover ever. She told me that she’d given him the pet name Mr. Goodbar because it was chocolate and came with plenty of nuts. The double entendre was not lost on me. It came across as scornfully arrogant and haughty, as if she was rubbing it in.

I could not believe what Gia was saying to me. Why would she call to tell me that she is not only seeing another guy, but that the sex was great? What business was it of mine?

I wasn’t upset at the guy she was seeing. Maybe Mr. Goodbar knew the correct phrase or password to get through the secret door. I’d only unwittingly made it once. But I was seething with anger.

I’d told her that I was happy for her and her Mr. Goodbar, and I’d wished her the best. I abruptly ended the conversation.


It was a couple of years later when Gia called me again. “Hey, Stefen, how are you?”

There was an excitement in her voice that I’d found to be a little annoying. “I’m fine, how are you, Gia?”

“I’m good. I really miss you and have been meaning to call, but some things have changed in my life, and I got so caught up, but I never forgot about you. Are you still staying in the same place?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t mean to be pushy, but I’m in the area, and I would like to drop in and see you. I have something that I want to show you. Would that be okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Awesome, I’ll be there shortly. I can’t wait to see you again.”

I’d picked out my clothes for the evening and was dressed when I heard the familiar knock at the door. I opened it to a smiling Gia. She wrapped her arms around me, giving me a tight hug. Although still shapely, I could see that she’d put on a few pounds. She wasn’t wearing the hep, tight-fitting garbs as before. She was in a more subtle, conservative linen peach dress with a matching pair of shoes.

I invited her in. “Come on, let’s have a seat.”

“Oh, before I forget, let me tell you this. I’ve had several promotions, and I’m now making twice the money that I was before.”

“That’s great, I’m happy for you, Gia. You’re a hard worker, and I know you deserve it.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that. Now that that’s out of the way, I want to show you some pictures.”

“Pictures?”

“Yes! I have a one-year-old daughter.”

“Well, that’s interesting.” I gave an adequate smile in return.

“Can you believe it?”

Scrolling through the images on her smartphone, she showed me her little girl through all phases of her young life. Gia was now the typical proud mama. “Wow, has it been that long?”

“I know, right? I really missed you so much.” She scanned flirtatiously. “You’re still just as sexy as…”

“She looks just like you. Look at her.”

“Yeah, but she has her father’s nose and his chin.”

“So how is Mr. Goodbar?”

The energy left Gia’s face. “I don’t know. He was never worth anything.” She continued. “He was a loser. I dumped him a long time ago.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure he’s a proud papa.”

“Oh no, he’s not her father. Asia’s father is a really nice guy, and he takes care of his responsibilities too. He picks her up and spends time with her, he pays for her school, buys her clothes, and everything.”

It all became white noise to my ears. She’d seemed oblivious to everything that had happened between us, and I’d had enough. I stood. “Well, thanks for dropping by, Gia, but I’m on my way out. I’m going to hit a few titty bars and piss away some of this cash that’s burning a hole in my pocket.”

“Oh… Okay.”

“Let me get the door for you.” Her head was down as she slowly walked towards me, not making eye contact as she exited.

I’d escorted her to her car, but this time the balls were in my court, and they weren’t blue. Gia lowered the window, staring blankly for a few moments. “Okay, Stefen, I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, give me a call, maybe we can do lunch one day. By the way, that’s a nice new car. I like it.”

“Yeah, thanks.”


Six months had come and gone when I heard from Gia again. As the phone rang, I could not help but to wonder what she had for me this time. Was it another relationship to tell me about? Was this guy named after another candy bar? Was he also a better lover? Did she have more photos to show me?

I answered. “Hello.”

“Hey, Stefen, how are you?”

“I’m fine, Gia, and how is Asia?”

“She is doing great, thanks for asking.”

“So what’s up?”

“Well, I was wondering… I had talked to my mother, and she’s willing to watch Asia. Are you up for some company?”

“Really? Just like that?”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean? I just thought that you’d like to have some fun like we used to, for old times.”

“Well, let’s talk about old times. What was it with you calling me and telling me how your Mr. Goodbar was your best lover ever? Was that something you thought I wanted to hear? It was as if you were throwing it in my face.”

“I wasn’t trying to throw anything in your face, Stefen. Honestly, I wasn’t.”

“What if someone you dated called you out of the blue to tell you how much better of a lover his new girl was? How would that go across?”

“Well, I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“How could you not? As sharp-witted as you are, I can’t see how that got by you? How is it possible? You even told me something to the effect that you called him that because it was chocolate and it came with plenty of nuts or some shit like that. What was that all about?”

“You’re right, Stefen. I’m so sorry.”

“You came here a few months ago to tell me something. I agreed, thinking that we were going to resolve our issues, but you only wanted to talk about your job and your daughter. I’m extremely happy for you on both accounts, and please believe me, I am very proud of you. Under any other circumstances, I would have been honored to take you out to celebrate, but you never once addressed our relationship.”

“Is that why you ran me out?”

“Yes, it was. It was difficult, Gia, because I really liked you and I didn’t want to hurt you in any kind of way, but I’d reached my end.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

“And how? How are you going to erase all that?”

“Well, I would like to start by sincerely apologizing. I was wrong. The more that I think about it, the more I see what you’re saying. I made it all about me. This is no excuse, but you seem so laid back and cool with everything that I never once thought to consider things from your perspective. Your confidence doesn’t show any sense of vulnerability, Stefen.”

“I am human, Gia.”

“You’re right; point taken. Do you accept my apology?”

“You’re getting there. It’s a good start.”

“Do you miss my cooking?”

“How could I not? You’re amazing in the kitchen.”

“What if I bring everything over and cook you a big meal with enough to have leftovers for three days? Now, before you answer, I’m willing to give you the massage of your life. I’ll even bring some candles and some oil. How does that sound?”

“Can we do the pasta with the garlic bread again?”

“Of course we can.”

“You always did play dirty, didn’t you?”

“So are we on? I already have the babysitter.”

“Okay, but before we go there, we have to discuss something else.”

“Sure, anything.”

“My curiosity has been getting the best of me for some time. I don’t know how to ask subtly, so I’ll just come out with it.”

“Okay, ask.”

“What is it with you when it comes to sex…with me? You say that your Mr. Goodbar was the best lover you ever had, but how could I show you how good I might be when you stop me every time we’re about to? I mean, I’ve never had any complaints in the past. I’ve had nothing but compliments.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your lovemaking, Stefen. You’re fantastic.”

“Well, clearly we had an issue of some sort. You would always clam up on me. Even when you initiated things, Gia, it would end up the same way. I don’t understand it. I have to assume that it must have been me because candy bar man seemed to hit the right spot.”

“Please, Stefen. Can we not mention him? I don’t ever want to talk about him again, not only for your sake but mine too. Please.”

“Well how is that? Now you don’t want to talk about him? I wouldn’t even know who he was if you’d never brought him up.”

“I understand. All this time, I let you hold on to that, and now all of a sudden, when it seems inconvenient for me, I don’t want to discuss him. I get it. But he did something terrible.”

“Terrible like what?”

“Well, he betrayed my trust.”

“I’m sorry for that, Gia, but I don’t see how it has anything to do with us.”

“It does in a sense.”

“Alright, I’m listening.”

“It’s complicated. It’s not like he has anything to do with us directly, but he was able to reach me in a way that you didn’t.”

“Here we go again.”

“Oh no, sweetheart, honestly. It’s nothing bad on you. It’s with me.”

“I have good understanding. Explain it to me. It shouldn’t be too hard for me to grasp.”

“I trusted him with something very confidential, and he said some things to a lot of people that we both knew. I’m a mother now, and I don’t want anything to ever… She’s young now but…”

“I think I’m beginning to see where you’re going.”

“Are you sure?”

“It seems like you have something of a sexual nature that you didn’t want to get out, and he ran his mouth. Are you sure you got a promotion at your job to buy that new car, or are you moonlighting at a strip club? I never thought that you were about that life. I’d be up to see what you can do on a pole.”

“Stefen!” Gia broke into laughter. “You know damn well that I would never be caught on a stripper pole.”

“I’m just saying.”

“No, I wish it were that simple.”

“So is it something that you’re going to share with me?”

“I’ll have to. I at least owe you that. I tried to hint at it a few times, but you didn’t pick up on it.”

“Well, we know somebody picked up on it.”

“Stop it.”

“I didn’t say his name.”

“I have to be able to trust you, Stefen. Please don’t repeat anything we discuss.”

“Gia, whatever you tell me will go with me to the grave. I would never do anything to hurt you or Asia.”

“I made the mistake of trying to trick you into doing what I wanted you to do instead of coming out and explaining it. It’s hard for me because I prefer my sex life to be private and only involve the person I’m with. I can’t go around advertising my sexual fetishes.”

“Sexual fetishes. So I am correct that it was something sexual.”

“Yes, Stefen, you’re correct.”

“So what is it?”

“I just… I just need a man to take it from me.”

“You mean like being raped?”

“Yes!”

“I can’t even comfortably say that word, Gia…” Trying to sort out what she’d just said to me, I immediately began to search my memory bank for any studies or literature I’d read that this would have been filed under. I came up blank. “Please don’t take offense to what I’m about to ask you.”

“No, I was never abused, molested, or…you know what.”

“Well, I guess we can take that off the table… So, when you roughed me up, were you telling me how you wanted it? Was that the hinting you’re talking about?”

“Is that what I was saying?” Gia chuckled. “Seriously, though. It’s what brings me to my highest point sexually. All the time, I have these daydreams and fantasies of being ravished.”

“Let me hear one.”

“Okay, I’m tied to this old rusty chair in some abandoned warehouse where no one can hear me scream. I’m slapped and abused for hours and taken every way possible, and then left to save myself. Then…”

“Stop! That is some heavyweight shit, Gia. Wow! And you found all this with…him?”

“Like I said, he was not a good person.” Gia paused. “Stefen, if I ever find the right man, I’d more or less be his slave. If that were you, you would never have to lift a finger or work another day in your life. I would provide for you. I would wait on you hand and foot.”

“Is that part of a fantasy, too?”

“You know, I never gave that much thought. You may have just enlightened me.”

“I have to admit, this has piqued my curiosity a bit. I’ve never been part of a rrr fantasy.”

Gia responded with renewed excitement. “It’s really no big deal.”

“I don’t know. This is way outside of my comfort zone. I don’t even know anything about being overly aggressive, let alone pretending to do that to a woman. I don’t think I’m comfortable even using that word with fantasy.”

“We don’t have to use that word.”

“Well, that makes me feel a little better.” I continued. “So how does all of this work? Do we just say okay, let’s do it? Are there code words or safe words? Do we write them down? Is there a preparation process?”

“You’re overthinking it. Just let it happen when it happens.”

“So I should just be spontaneous?”

“I tell you what. I’ll be over there shortly. All you have to do is relax, eat, and get ready for a rubdown.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.”

I began to consider what I’d just committed myself to. I knew that this could go bad really easily, but my curiosity still had a grip on me.


That soft knock of Gia’s was indistinguishable. She was again carrying bags and a bottle. I let her in, and she went straight to the counter.

I could hardly recognize her. The baby fat was gone. Gia was back to the size she was when I first met her, but she’d seemed leaner; more muscular.

“Come here, let me get a hug.” Gia held me tightly. She gave me a peck on the lips. I stood back for a better look.

“Someone’s been working out.”

“And you’re right.” Gia flexed her biceps. She was well-toned, but still had her feminine features. “After having Asia, I couldn’t fit into any of my clothes. It was either get a new wardrobe or get in shape.”

As Gia prepared the kitchen, anxiety set in and was followed by apprehension. “How’s Asia?”

“She’s fine.” Gia paused, giving me eye contact. “Now go relax in front of the TV. I’ll be there a little later.”

I was sure that she could sense my uneasiness. I tried to put it out of my mind and concentrate on something else, anything, but I couldn’t. The weight was too heavy to set aside. I thought of backing out, but that was out of the question. It had gone too far. I was just going to have to go with it.

It was about forty minutes later when Gia joined me on the sofa. “The food won’t be much longer. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved. It smells good, too.”

“What’s this? What are you watching?”

“I don’t know. I was just flipping through the channels.”

As she cuddled next to me, I wondered if this would be the right moment to make my move. She should be okay with it. This was the reason she came over. We both knew that. As she said, let it happen when it happens. I looked at Gia. She looked back. We briefly stared at each other before turning our attention back to the TV. I just knew that she had to be thinking the same thing. I began to build up some courage. I figured that now would be as good a time as any. I could take her right here on this sofa. It would be perfect. I could get it over with early, and we could eat dinner later.

Gia sat up. “Let me go and check the pots.”

“Okay.”

I would have to try again. Maybe it was best because the food could have caught fire and possibly burned down the kitchen, or the whole apartment building. What if the neighbors heard us? I would have a rrr charge on top of an arson charge. I began to realize that paranoia was now added to the mix and was taking control of my psychosis. I realized that there was no way that I could get an arson charge in my own home with me in it, and there was no way that Gia would charge me with rape. Or would she? Maybe she’s trying to set me up. Is this all a big con? I watched as Gia began setting up the table. She looked back at me with a smile. I could see how crazy this whole thing was making me. As she said, I was overthinking it.

Gia asked. “Are you ready?”

“Am I ready for what? I thought that you said that we would let it… Oh, you mean to eat. Yes.”

“Well, come sit down. I hope you like it.”

After feasting like a king, I sat holding my stomach as Gia cleaned up. “Do you need any help with anything?”

“No, just sit and let your food go down. I got this.” Gia placed all the leftovers into plastic containers and did a quick wipe-down of the area. “When these cool to room temperature, I’ll put it all in the refrigerator. You can reheat it whenever you like.”

Gia sat on my lap. She leaned in close. “You know, I could cook for you every day if you like.” There was a long, silent pause. “Are you ready for that body rub?”

“Sure.”

Gia was a few steps behind me as we made our way to the bedroom. I turned, grabbed her by the hair, and tossed her onto the bed, attacking her with kisses to her neck, her cheeks, and her lips. “Stop, what are you doing?!”

“Don’t play with me, you know what this is.” I wrestled Gia’s top from her and was tugging at her bra when she locked her arms across her chest. I reached behind and released the clasps. She grabbed it tightly, but I tore it from her, tossing it across the room. Those mountain peaks were sitting as dignified and majestic as ever. “So you want to get me going and play games, huh?”

“Wait, I’m not ready for this.”

“I’m going to have you!

“No! Don’t do this to me?” I stood at the foot of the bed, removing my clothes, channeling the way she’d taken me.

I knew that this was all part of the play, but the lines between fantasy and reality were beginning to blur. It was getting hard to differentiate between the two. I began kissing her breast, sucking her nipples. Gia swung wildly, slapping me, punching me, and gouging my bare skin. She screamed loudly, “Don’t rape me!”

“Damn it!” I jumped to my feet, pressing my back up against the wall.

“What? What happened? What’s wrong?”

“You said it, Gia! You said that word!”

“No, I didn’t, Stefen…” She sat up, covering her nakedness.

My voice lowered, quivering. “You did, I heard you.”

“No. I swear I didn’t, baby, you’re imagining it… I’m so sorry.” She lowered her head. “This is all my fault.”

I hurried to the bathroom as quickly as I could, locking the door behind me.

A fountain of vomit expelled from my insides, filling the bowl.

A dark cloud had now descended upon me. I was sweating, frightened. My body trembled. I began to weep uncontrollably.

I gathered myself and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to as high as I could take it. I scrubbed and scoured every inch of me until I hurt.

I hesitantly walked out, hoping that Gia was gone. She was.

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.7 – SADIE PERSSON


JANUARY 26, 2020

KNOCKOUT SPORTS BAR – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 3:30 p.m.

Sway and I had decided to check out Knockout Sports Bar for some eats. I was having the Knockout Burger, and Sway was trying the Uppercut. We’d sat across from each other at a table near the window.

“Where did you get the name Sway?”

“I didn’t like my real name, so I started telling people to call me Sway.”

“What is your real name?”

Sway lowered her head. She smiled… “Sadie.”

“Sadie?”

“Yeah, I was named after my grandmother.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

She looked to me. “Sadie?! You have to ask what’s wrong with that?!”

I laughed. “That’s a beautiful name…if you weren’t a white girl and it was like 1846…and you were a slave on a plantation.”

She pouted. “Oh, stop!”

“I’m just playing. What’s your last name?”

“Persson.”

“Sadie Persson.”

“That’s me.”

“Can I ask you something else? It has nothing to do with your name… If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll understand.”

“I’ll tell you anything, Andre; whatever you want to know.”

“How exactly did you get caught up with Mandy and Rosebud?”

“Oh… Well, I was working… They came in and were looking all fly, like stars.”

“Where were you working?”

“At Twin Peaks, as a server. Every time I would check on them, Mandy would ask a lot of questions. And when she found out that I wanted to sing, she told me that they had a record label and were looking to sign new talent.”

“You sing?”

“I do a little something.”

“Okay… I want to hear some of that later.”

“I told them that I was just starting out and I needed training, and then Rosebud said that they had all that and a studio I could work out of. He showed me pictures of them popping bottles with Yeezy and Pharrell.”

“Was it in a public place or like a club or something?”

“Yeah.”

“Motherfuckers like that spend all their whore’s money to hang out with celebrities and use that to go back and show how big they are.”

“At the time, I didn’t know that.

“So, I went to the studio and he had his producer playing some of his tracks. But they weren’t good at all.

“I asked Rosebud, and he said that it was just something to see what I had and that he had top-notch producers coming in to see me.

“He told me that I had the look to sell millions. All he needed to do was put a package together and develop me.”

“Did he bring anyone in?”

“Yeah… They were all pretty good and professional, too. He said that we needed to keep working until we came up with a hit, something he could bring to Yeezy or Pharrell. So we were recording all day, every day; even into the night.”

“What happened to your job?”

“He said that I needed to make a decision. If I wanted it, really wanted it, I had to devote one hundred percent.”

“You quit?”

“Yes.”

“How did you support yourself?”

“He took care of everything. He had me stay with Mandy at her place.”

“Where were you staying before?”

“At home. I’m from Lewisville.”

“Everything sounds good so far. What happened?”

“Well, Mandy woke me up one night. She told me that Rosebud was going crazy; that he was pissed off.”

“At you?”

“At everything. He was looking at how much money he was spending and that I was taking way too long to develop, and that he was out of a lot of cash.”

“Ah… Here we go.”

“At first, it was like all I had to do was hang out with Mandy, and she was going to fuck a few guys right quick to get the money for me for Rosebud because she didn’t want me to not realize my dream. She had me as a lookout to make sure the police weren’t riding around and to be there in case one of the tricks started tripping or try not to pay her.”

“She was doing all this for you.”

“Right? So then one day she wasn’t feeling good and was on her period, so she needed me to take her place.

“I told her I wasn’t going to do shit. She had the wrong girl.”

“In comes Rosebud.”

“She texted him and he was like, there in five minutes.”

“Where was this?”

“At the Delux… He came in yelling and throwing me around the room. He beat the shit out of me, Andre. I thought he was going to kill me.

“He was trying to make it seem like I was using him and that he was trying hard to make me a star and that I was ungrateful. He pointed out that even Mandy was doing everything she could for me and that it wasn’t even her fucking dream.

“What’s so messed up is that I knew he was fucking with my head, but I was still buying into it.”

“That’s how they do, Sway.”

“After that it…” Sway stared into nothing. “I was a virgin. I’d never been with a man before. I was saving myself for the right guy, but my very first experience was with a fucking trick. An old, stinky, bearded white meth-head for like eighty fucking dollars. That was all I was worth…”

“Sway… Look at me.” I reached across the table, taking her hand. “I’m going to tell you something and I don’t want you to ever forget it.” She looked me deep in my eyes, never blinking. “You’re still a virgin. What happened to you was not your will. You were a captive. There’s a difference. You were not in control of that situation.

“It’s a new day. This is a new start.”

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.6 – DEMI


It was about ten minutes to three when Demi arrived.

As usual, she’d sent a text saying that she was pulling in, and I’d gone down the stairs to the back entrance to let her in.

As soon as I opened the door, Demi started. “I’m about to lose it on these bitches, Andre. They’re adding to the gray hairs I already have creeping out of my damn head.

“I’m sorry for being so late, but…that last girl, I’m going to strangle her. She got into this big argument with her customer over little to nothing, then he got mad, and no one got tipped. You believe it?

“All that for nothing. I’m trying to teach them. When I was dancing, we had respect for the customers. That’s your money. That’s how you get paid. You don’t fuck that up.”

We entered my floor. “A heads up. I have company.”

Demi paused. “It’s not anyone from the club, is it?”

“No, it’s a friend of mine. She’s staying for a few days.”

Sway stole her eyes away from the TV as we entered. I introduced. “This is Sway. Sway, this is Demi.”

“Aw, she’s beautiful. Much prettier than Holly or that Jeanice.”

Sway looked to me. Demi continued. “It’s nothing, just some of the girls at the club asking me about Andre.” Demi turned to me. “I know, I talk too much.” She grabbed the forty sack from the kitchenette table, replacing it with two crisp twenties.

I relaxed next to Sway as Demi removed a cut straw from her bra. She dipped into the baggie, drawing a pinch for each nostril. “Whoo shit! Is this new?”

“It’s the same. I’m getting low, though. I have to score soon.”

Demi looked to Sway. “So where do you dance, pudding? I can’t place you. Have we met?”

“I’ve never danced before.”

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry. When you’ve been in the business as long as I have, you think every pretty face you see is dancing.

“If you ever want to, come work with us at Big John’s. I’ll teach you everything. I’m old and retired now, I’m just a waitress, but I still know the game.” Demi smiled. “Easiest money in the world for a pretty girl like you. I can set you up with my best clients. No dick sucking or fucking. I only work with gentlemen.”

I cut in. “Yeah, we’re going to get settled for now. She has some things she wants to work out.”

“Okay, let me know, or just send her over to me. I’ll get her on, day one. We’re in Fort Worth, so she won’t have to worry about all that Bio-Verify bullshit like Dallas.”

Demi stood. “Well, I’m on my way. Gotta go let the dogs out and then I’m going to take me a long hot bath.”

She looked to Sway. “It was a pleasure to meet you, pudding.” I stood in the doorway as she walked away. She turned and whispered. “I like this one. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

“I know.”

I closed and locked the door. “So, who’s Holly and Jeanice?”

“They work at the club with Demi.” I returned to my place next to her.

“That much I know. But who are they?”

“Nothing for you to worry about.”

“You’re sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure. I met Holly through Demi… It was business, and she then… It seemed like she flirted… Jeanice talked about going out to the movies, but nothing happened.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I sent them both a text. Holly replied with only a hello. I sent her another one the next day, and she didn’t text me back. Jeanice never replied at all. So, that was that.”

“Good for you.” She took my hand. “You don’t need to be chasing bitches.”

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah.” She looked to my head. “You got curly, wavy hair, but you’re black.”

“My mother was mixed.”

She ran her fingertips through it. “Why don’t you let it grow out?  Like, let it come down.”

“Like Priest?”

“That would be so fucking hot. I’d fuck you every day.”

“You could do that now.”

“That sounds good.”

“You’re smelling all pretty. I’m going to go and take a shower.”

“You need any help in there?”

“I got this… I can take it from here.”

“Ha, ha, you’re so clever.”

When I came out, Sway was under the covers and sound asleep. I brushed my teeth and put the cash and coke away for the night.

I turned off the lights, got into bed, and placed the remote on the dresser after flipping off the TV.

I settled into my pillows, relaxing. I looked over to Sway. Her back was towards me. The light pouring from outside created a halo over her. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and here she was, right next to me.

I knew to make it work, I’d have to play it just right. Be me, and hopefully we’d be able to accept each other for who we are.

Maybe we could be great together.

As I drifted, I imagined Sway and I covered with diamonds, riding in a brand new Mercedes or maybe a bright red Bentley Coupe.

We’d have all new clothes and the best meals prepared for us by the best chefs. We’d live in the most expensive apartment in Dallas. Maybe a penthouse.

I was suddenly shaken from my thoughts. “No, fuck no.” I looked to Sway. She was talking in her sleep. “I said fuck no! And fuck you!”

She began throwing her arms and kicking her legs. I sat up, looking over to her. I could see her eyes moving from side to side under her lids.

A primal scream emitted from her lungs, echoing off the walls. “I’m not doing it anymore! I don’t care what you do to me!”

I shook her shoulders. “Sway. Wake up, baby. You’re having a bad dream.”

She opened her eyes. “Rosebud!” She jumped from the bed, taking defense with her back to the wall.

“No, baby, it’s me. It’s Andre.” I leapt to the floor.

“Stay away from me, Rosebud. I left you, and I’m never coming back to work for you again. Where’s Mandy? I know she’s somewhere hiding.”

“Sway… Baby, you’re dreaming.”

“Get her out here, too. She needs to hear this so she can know. No fucking more. I mean that fucking shit.

“I’m in love now… Something real. You wouldn’t understand this…”

I stepped to her, wrapping her tightly into my arms. “Sway, it’s Andre, baby. You’re just having a bad dream, that’s all.”

“Andre…?”

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THE FAMILY – EPISODE #1.1 – TAWNY AND BLAKE


OCTOBER 10, 2021

HOME – 8:45 p.m.

It was late evening when Paco arrived. He’d emptied his pockets, dropping the lumps of cash onto the coffee table.

He lowered himself into the plush leather sectional and reached for the remote.

It was the middle of the third quarter, and Zeke was high-stepping into the end zone for a touchdown. Brett Maher capped the drive off by adding the extra point to extend the Cowboys’ lead against the Giants to twenty-four to thirteen.

Paco sorted out the bills by denominations, edging the corners, facing, and stacking them into neat piles of tens, twenties, and hundreds.

He reached into his boxers, pulling out the cardboard matchbox from between his scrotum and thigh. He slid it open, removing the two eight-ball sacks of cocaine, clutching them into his palm.

He sighed as his mouth widened into a yawn. His eyes heavied.

He again looked at the cocaine. A gentle smile formed on his face as he began to reminisce.


JUNE 20, 2022

DOUBLE PLATINUM CLUB – 10:18 p.m.

He’d just walked in, taken a seat at the bar near the entrance, and ordered a beer when he heard the sound of a sweet voice. “So, how did you get the name Paco?”

Paco smiled. “My mother called me that since I was young.”

“I like it. I think it’s cute.”

“So, how do you know my name? I would have remembered you.”

“We’ve never met.”

“So, again, how do you know my name?”

“I have my ways.” She stalled, panning the room. She giggled. “I heard the bartender say it.”

“What are you drinking? Can I get you something?” Paco signaled.

“A Red Bull… With a straw.”

“Now, tell me your name.”

“Tawny.”

“Nice to meet you, Tawny.”

The two locked into a stare. Tawny quick-glanced her drink as it was placed upon a napkin. She lifted the can in a toast. Paco returned the gesture. “Thanks for my drink.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“You have a very interesting look.” Tawny studied his features. “You’re like some kind of an exotic mix…of all good things. Is your mother or father Mexican?”

“My dad was black, and my mother is Spanish. Her parents are from Spain.”

“Did I hear you say your dad was?”

“Yeah, he was killed.”

“I’m sorry, Paco.”

“That was fifteen years ago. I was eleven.”

“How did he die? That’s if you don’t mind me asking.”

“A deal gone bad.”

Tawny paused. “I’m sure he was so handsome… I bet you look just like him, too.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Can’t you tell?”

“I don’t like to assume. I like to be sure.”

“I’m flirting.”

“Okay, well, you’re not so bad yourself, Tawny. You look a little mixed, too.”

“I did my DNA, and I have like six percent Sub-Saharan African in me.”

“I can see where it’s at. You have the blue eyes, but you have the lips like a black girl.”

“I got that booty too. And it’s all real.”

“I like booty. Stand up right quick. I want to see how tall you are.”

“No… Not right now.” She smirked. “A little later.”

“So you’re gonna make me wait to see dat ass, huh?”

“Yup.”

“I’d still like to see how tall you are. You don’t have to turn around.”

“You want to know if we’re a good fit?”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t take off my stilettos, but we are. I can tell.”

“How?”

“You’re about six one?”

“Two.”

“If I hug you in flats, my head will be right in your chest… Perfect.”

“Yes, you are, Tawny. You’re very beautiful. I’m sure you’ve heard every compliment that I could ever come up with, especially while working in a gentleman’s club. But, I’m speaking from the heart. I really mean it. There’s something about you. I can’t explain it.”

“I feel it, Paco. Since you came in through those doors, I haven’t taken my eyes off you…

“I was talking to myself, wondering, who is this cute, sexy man with the curly hair and all those muscles?

“I knew that I’d better say something before one of these other girls got to you first… Then you sat right next to me? That was when I knew.”

“Tawny… Do you believe in…?”

“Love at first sight?”

“Yes.”

“If I didn’t before, I do now.”

Paco peered slightly above Tawny’s shoulder. “I can’t help but to notice that server. She’s been watching us.”

“Who?” Tawny turned.

“She’s across the room. She has the long ponytail.”

“Oh, that’s my girl, Blake.”

“Blake?”

“Yeah, isn’t she pretty?” Tawny beckoned with a wave.

“Pretty? Tawny, she’s drop-dead gorgeous. She could be a movie star.”

“We grew up across from each other in Tyler.”

“Tyler?”

“We moved here to Dallas a month ago.”

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.5 – ANDRE’S DREAM


HOME – 11:30 p.m.

We’d grabbed Sway’s bags and entered the building through the main entrance. “This is nice, Andre. I didn’t know you lived in a hotel.”

“I like to have options.”

“In case you have to move?”

“Yeah, I don’t stay in any of them too long. Three or four months at a time.” We arrived at the elevator. “It’s only temporary, though.”

“What’s next? Where do you want to go?”

I pushed the button for the third floor. “My dream is to move downtown into a high-rise apartment. I want to be able to walk onto my balcony, somewhere on like the fiftieth story or some shit like that.” Sway grinned. “Then I can look at all those pretty fucking buildings, the cars passing along on the highway, and the people walking down below… I’ll be on top of the world. Of course, I’ll have a legit business, so I won’t have to do this anymore. Then I’ll know I’d made it.”

“Wow. That sounds good. I can see it too.”

The door opened. We walked to my room. We entered. “Andre… You have a fridge, a stove…” She stepped to the middle of the suite. “And you have a king-size bed.” She parted the curtains halfway. “You have a nice view… There are some buildings… They’re kinda pretty.”

“Yeah, but…”

“I know…” She placed her things across the bed, then walked to me. “You’re going to have all that.”

“Thank you.”

Sway gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “I’d like to take a shower…”

“Oh, sure. Let me get everything together for you.” I moved quickly, laying out a set of towels on the counter. “Here you go…” I leaned over, opening the lower cabinet. “I got some soap down…”

“Baby, we got all I needed from Walmart. I can take it from here.”

“Oh, alright. Okay… I’m gonna go watch some TV or something.”

“I won’t be long.”

I was across the sofa when Sway came out. She stood, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair fell in waves. “Can I borrow a T-shirt, Andre?”

Her pretty scent filled the room like only a woman’s could. “Oh, sure. There are some in that middle drawer.”

She looked to the TV. “What’s that?”

“Super Fly.”

“Old school. Who’s the pimp with the long hair? He’s so sexy.”

I side-eyed Sway as she lowered the towel. I was now seeing her naked for the very first time. Her small breasts were pert and perfect. Her bright pink areolas were topped with long, pointed nipples. “That’s Priest. He’s a coke dealer. And the guy he’s with is his partner, Eddie.”

“What’s it about?”

I stole a quick peek at her pussy as she pulled up her panties. It was fat, meaty, and clean-shaven. “Well, Priest came up with a plan to buy some keys from his mentor, Scatter, at a good price. Then he and Eddie are going to break it all down and sell it for a million dollars and split it.”

She lowered the shirt over her head, pushing her arms through the sleeves. The tail dropped, riding just below her butt cheeks as she crawled up next to me.

I then received a text from Demi, asking if she could drop by on her way in. I agreed.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, that’s just one of my regulars. She’s going to stop for a minute. They’re letting her off at two.”

“You need me to leave or something?” Sway sat up. “I can wait down in the lobby…”

“No. You’ll stay right here.”

“Are you sure? I have my license. I can drive around the block a few times…”

“Sway. Relax… Stay right where you are.” I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to me. “Let’s watch the movie.”

“Okay, but who’s she? She’s beautiful.”

“That’s Georgia. That’s his woman. This is my favorite part where he’s finally telling her his plans and where she fits in.”

“She loves him, too. You can see how she looks at him.”

“Georgia is ride or die.”

“How many times have you seen this?”

“I’ve been watching it since I was about eight.”

“Okay…”

I looked to her. “What are you grinning about?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, you’re thinking something. What is it?”

“Nothing. Like you said, let’s watch the movie.” I reached into her ribs, tickling her. “Stop!” Sway fought back, grabbing my wrists. “Stop! You’re gonna make me pee!”

“Well, tell me.”

“Okay, okay. Please don’t tickle me…” She watched cautiously as I lowered my hands.

“I’m listening.”

“Priest is a sexy dope dealer with dreams and goals… He wants to make it big and get into something else. Get out of the coke game, right?”

“Right…”

“Okay…”

“What?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“You’re saying that I’m…”

“You idolize Priest, Andre. You’re living his life, but only it’s not a movie. You’re real.”

I’d often heard that when you’re too close to something, you sometimes can’t really see it. Like not being able to see the forest for the trees. “Is that bad?”

“No, baby. You’re living the dream. It’s your dream. I think it’s wonderful.” She climbed up on me, staring into my eyes. “And I want to do whatever I can to help you reach that dream.”

“You do?”

“If you’ll let me… Let me be your Georgia.”

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.4 – SWAY IS RESCUED


I’d arrived, cruising the parking lot, searching.

Sway had seen me from inside and came running. She opened the door and quickly ducked in.

“Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She struggled quietly, hustling her seat belt, locking it as we pulled away.

“Did anyone see you?”

“No.” Her shaky hands clutched the front of her jacket, pulling it tight. She was disheveled, trembling, and sweating. She watched out of her window, hiding her tears, but I could see her reflection.

“Don’t be upset, everything is going to be okay.”

“I’m not upset, Andre…” She turned to me. “I’m happy.”

“But are you hungry?”

Sway smiled glowingly. “I’m starved.”

“What would you like?”

“IHOP?”


We’d both ordered steak burgers. I had The Classic, and Sway was putting the finishing touches on a Mega Monster.

My phone rang. It was Mandy.

I looked to Sway. “Be quiet, don’t say anything… What’s up, Mandy? Did you run out?”

Sway panicked. She began to cry. I placed my hand atop hers. I continued. “Your phone was on the stairs? Why the fuck you call me? How would I know where she went?” I gripped tighter. “I don’t know what to tell you… You’ll be okay.” I ended the call.

“They’re going to find me and kill me, Andre… Or put me in a hospital.”

“Nobody’s going to do anything to you. You’re safe. I promise.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t scared before, but I am now.”

“I know, but you’re brave. It took a lot of courage to do what you did. Never forget that. You are brave.” I looked at her plate. “Now finish your food.”

“Okay.”

“I tell you who is scared, though. You should have heard Mandy. She’s losing her shit. She has to go and let Rosebud know that she fucked up.”


MEET UP – OUTSIDE LONGHORN ICEHOUSE – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 9:45 p.m.

Met with Solo, a gorgeous brown-skinned Chicana with a shapely figure and dark shoulder-length hair. Solo runs with a big-time pimp named Lee.

She was waiting in her car with a trick when we arrived. I’d parked at the other end.

“Who’s this, Andre?” She handed me a single hundred. “She’s pretty.”

“This is Sway.” I handed her the sack.

“Hey, Sway. Are you looking for work?” Solo looked to me. “I could use her…and make you a lot of money, Andre.”

“We’re good right now.”

“Okay, let me know, alright? A rack an hour for sure. Guaranteed… Money waiting as soon as she arrives.”


WALMART – 10:15 p.m.

We’d parked and entered. I was pushing a cart, leading her to the women’s department. “I know you don’t have anything right now as far as clothes and all the lady stuff, so I want you to go and get whatever…”

“Andre, I don’t want you to spend a lot on me…”

“Sway… I’m going to go and look at some bikes or toys, or something. Come get me when you’re done. I’ll probably be by the auto parts by then.”

About an hour later, we were standing in the check-out line. Along with the basics, toothpaste, a toothbrush, and mouthwash, she had a few hair pieces, shaving razors, and some feminine supplies. For clothing, she’d picked out several pairs of panties, some bras, and a couple of pairs of jeans with matching tops.

“Is that all you need?”

“That’s more than enough.”

I handed her four hundred dollars in twenties and walked to the front of the store. I took a seat on the bench and waited.

We’d loaded her items into the car and were pulling away when she handed me the change and receipt. “You hold onto that, okay?”

“Andre…”

“What?”

“I can’t believe… Why are you being so good to me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sway smiled. She then leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Huh, I thought our first kiss would be something more than that.”

“What?! Pull the car over!”

“Pull over?”

“Pull over!”

I stopped near the exit. Sway stepped out and hurried around to my side.

I stood, looking down into her eyes. We embraced. Our lips met. Our tongues swapped. I felt a fluttering in my chest as we parted. She asked softly, “How was that?”

“It was good for me.”

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I stopped near the exit. Sway stepped out and hurried around to my side.

I stood, looking down into her eyes. We embraced. Our lips met. Our tongues swapped. I felt a fluttering in my chest as we parted. She asked softly, “How was that?”

“It was good for me.”

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.3 – MEET SWAY


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


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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