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Creole Gaudet.
It was at the Golden City Gentlemen’s Club where I first met Jenna. She was cute, petite with bright blue eyes, a turned-up nose, and a pair of naturally red pouting lips. Her auburn hair was cut shoulder-length, which she wore with one side pulled behind her ear.
During our conversations, she’d told me that she was from Oklahoma and was the sole provider for her young daughter and mother, with whom she shared a house.
Jenna had an incredibly strenuous routine where she’d arrive home, usually around four in the morning, and sleep for a few hours before taking her daughter to school. Then it was back to bed for a nap before picking her up in the evening. She would prepare dinner, help with homework, and tuck her in before driving back to Dallas.
We’d often talk on the phone, and I would visit her at work. One of those nights, she’d decided to stop by my place and hang out for a while.
“Jenna, I would prefer we talk more about us. Everything is Troxy this and Troxy that. What is it with you and Troxy?”
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I just get carried away sometimes, I guess. But that’s my girl!”
“Maybe one day I’ll have the pleasure of meeting her.”
“Yes! I’ll introduce you two the next time you come in.” Jenna took notice of the stack of envelopes on my desk. “You have stamps on those. Do you have to mail them? There’s a post office on my way. It won’t take me nothing to drop them off for you.”
“Oh no, I’m good. One of those is my car payment, and I’m waiting for a check to deposit into my bank account before I mail it. I’ll do it all at the same time. But I appreciate it.”
She pondered briefly. “How much is your car note?”
“Just a little over twenty-two… Twenty-two hundred.”
“Can I help with that?”
“I’m good… Really.”
After a hug and a kiss, Jenna was off to Oklahoma.
It was about a week later when Jenna inquired again. We were standing in the kitchen while I made a couple of glasses of iced tea. “Did you ever get your car note paid?”
“Not yet. I still have a week before it’s due.”
“Still waiting for that check?”
“Yeah, I talked to them yesterday. It’s mailed. I should have it in a day or two.”
Jenna removed a folded wad of cash from her bag. She opened the bills, spreading them evenly across the countertop. She looked to me. “That’s for the car note… For us.”
“Jenna, I got this. It’s not as if I don’t have the money. If I have to, I can easily transfer funds from my savings and put it back once the check arrives.”
“I worked hard for you…”
“Whoa, come here.” I cupped her cheeks into my palms. “Don’t get upset. I appreciate you. I do. Believe that.” I placed a kiss to her forehead and held her in an embrace. “But I only want to come to you when I really need something. Does that make sense?”
She hugged me tightly, nodding her head. Our lips met, kissing passionately. I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to my bedroom where I placed her gently onto the bed.
She looked into my eyes as she nibbled at my crotch. Unbuttoning my denims, she took me into her warm mouth, sucking gently and soothingly.
Jenna quickly undressed as she stared at my shiny erection. She positioned herself in the center of the bed on her hands and knees.
She jittered in anticipation as I placed the head to her entrance. Wrapping my arm under her, holding her close to my body, I grabbed a handful of her bob and began pumping into her.
Jenna was now face down, tilting and arching her back, taking me all in.
Her first orgasm came quickly and was followed by one after another, each one more intense. “Stefen, please come for me. I don’t think I can take any more. I’m about to pass out. Oh fuck! I’m coming again!”
A primal scream emitted from Jenna’s lungs, echoing off the walls of the room. Her spray blasted my constricted testicles. Her buttocks fluttered under each hard stroke as I blew my load.
I’d met Troxy the following night. Jenna and I were sipping drinks when she approached. “Stefen, this is Troxy.”
Her hair was thin and brittle, damaged. Her sunken cheeks were masked with pockmarks and acne scars. “Hello, Troxy. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, too.”
Jenna continued, “And this is Allyson.”
She was nothing special either. Dark shoulder-length hair and very plain, with an average figure. “Nice to meet you, Allyson.” She smiled warmly.
Troxy turned to Jenna, “We got some tricks waiting. We’re about to go and make this money. You coming?”
“Not now. I’m going to sit here and talk to my man.”
The two took off towards a table of gentlemen. Jenna looked to me, “So what do you think?”
“You really want to know?”
“You don’t like her.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to. No one really likes her.”
“No one but you…and Allyson?”
“Pretty much.”
“Why is that?”
Jenna looked over to the table. “Because she’s my friend. She’s always there for me.”
“You two look like you’re cut from different cloth.” I turned towards the table. “She looks like trouble to me.”
“But how can you say that? You don’t even know her.”
“Just trusting my gut.”
Troxy beckoned. “I gotta go, she must have a customer for me.” Without looking back, Jenna took off.
From my periphery, I could see something moving slowly towards me. I swiveled on my stool. It was a lean, older white-haired man dressed in a polo shirt, short pants, and a pair of gray suede New Balance sneakers covering white ankle-high socks.
He eyed me cautiously before taking the seat next to me. “Your name is Stefen, am I correct?” He reached out his hand.
I shook. “Yes, sir.”
“Please, you don’t have to sir me.” He grinned slightly. “I’m Calvin, but everybody calls me Gramps.”
I chuckled. “Okay, Gramps.”
“Can I get you something to drink? What are you having?” He looked to the bartender.
“I’m good. I’m only halfway on this one. What can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s like this. I don’t want to ever have beef with anyone over the girls, you know what I’m saying?” Just over Gramps’ shoulder, Jenna’s eyes were laser-focused on the two of us. She cut away as I looked to her. “I just want to say that it’s only business with me; nothing personal. It was an arrangement before she ever started working for you.”
“An arrangement?”
“Yeah, Jenna and Allyson… They do little favors for me, and I do favors for them. We’re all happy at the end of the night.”
“Favors?”
“Yeah, favors. Like tonight, she sucked me off right quick for a forty sack. No big deal. That’s how much I give out for blow jobs. A little more for pussy.”
Gramps searched my face for a reaction as I watched the group being escorted towards the private rooms by one of the managers toting a couple of champagne bottles in buckets of ice.
“Now, if you want me to back off, I’ll back off. I’ll respect that, but I’ll need my money instead from now on.” Jenna paused briefly, standing, watching as we talked. Gramps continued, “Stefen… Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah, sure, Gramps.” I turned my attention to him. “She told me all about you already. I know the score. Business is business, right? I’ll talk to her, and I’m more than sure we’ll come to an understanding.”
“I appreciate that, Stefen.” He raised, smiling. “I’m going to let you get back.”
I stood, offering my hand. “I appreciate you coming to me.”
“It was a pleasure to meet a real gentleman. You have class.”
“Thank you, Gramps.”
“Oh, and by the way, watch your girl around Troxy. She’s no good. She’ll try to hurt your money.”
“Really?”
“The bitch is fucking me over. She sells in here too, and she’s re-wrapping my packages as her own.”
I sat back down, sulking and staring at the carpet. I’d never paid that much attention to the intricate patterns and multiple colors before. It’s weird how sometimes things that you take for granted can become a focus when you’re thrown off your axis. My emotions were all over the place. I needed to go back home, regroup, and get my head together.
It was about three thirty when I heard a knock at my door. It was Jenna. “What’s up?” I stepped to the side. “Come in.”
She entered cautiously. “Are you okay?”
“Sure, why do you ask? And why didn’t you call?”
“I don’t know. It was a last-minute… Is something wrong?”
“No… What about you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah…”
“Good, so we’re both okay, right?”
Jenna grabbed me, holding on tightly. She looked up through misty eyes. “I saw you talking to Gramps. What did he tell you?”
“He came over and introduced himself… Offered me a drink. Why?”
“You hate me, don’t you?”
“Hate you? Why would you think that?”
“Don’t do this to me. Please.” Her tears flowed down her face. “I already know what Gramps probably told you.”
“So it’s true?”
“Are you going to throw me away?”
“Not as long as you’re honest with me.”
“I never wanted you to know… If I lose you, I’ll just lose you, but I can’t lie to you, Stefen. I’ve fallen in love with you and I can’t do without you. I just can’t.”
“If you thought sucking his dick for a forty sack would lose me, why would you fucking do it?”
Jenna pressed her head to my chest. “I have a serious coke problem.”
“Why couldn’t you just buy the shit?”
“If I spent all the money I wanted to on coke, I’d go home broke every night. I pretty much do.”
“Troxy’s supposed to be your good friend. Can’t she sell you some at a discount?”
“She sells it for her dude Glen, and he counts every dollar. But he steps so hard on it… It’s shit.”
“What’s this about re-wrapping Gramps’ packages?”
“He knows about that?” Jenna continued, “What Troxy does is… We’ll get coke from Gramps and empty out the sack. Then Troxy will put Glen’s coke into Gramps’…”
“And pass it off as Gramps’.”
“Right…”
“That’s fucked up on so many levels. And you’re part of it. Let me ask you this. How were you able to put enough together to pay my car note?”
“Because I wanted to do that for you. It was hard, too, but I did it.”
“Gramps is under the impression that you’re working for me… He thinks I’m a pimp…. You’re a ho, too.”
“I… I never wanted you to know that.”
“Don’t you think that at some point I was going to find out?”
“I don’t want to lose you, Stefen.”
“I don’t want to lose you either. What I feel for you is real.”
“Hey, I have to go home and get ready to get my daughter together. Can we talk some more tomorrow? I want to come and see you before I go in.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Don’t change your mind on me, okay?”
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I watched from my balcony as Jenna scooted across the parking lot to her car. I stood watching until she was out of sight.
I leaned on the railing, collecting my thoughts. Here we were, both trapped. For a working girl, falling in love was a mistake. For me, I’d fallen for not only a working girl, but one with an addiction.
“So what’s your end goal, Jenna? Are you planning on stopping at some point?”
“Stefen, are you telling me that to be with you, I have to make that change?”
“I’m not saying that. I’m not saying that at all. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Are you sure? Will you be able to accept me?”
“As long as I don’t have to hear all the details… I won’t be asking you how your day went.”
Jenna laughed. She wrapped her arms around me. “Stefen, I promise you’ll always have everything you need and more. You won’t want for anything.”
“How about you start putting some money on the side?”
“Everything besides the money for my family goes up my nose. I have no discipline. When I’m around it, I have to have it.”
“When are you around it?”
“When I’m with Troxy and Allyson.”
“They blow all their money, too?”
“Allyson does, but Glenn handles all of Troxy’s money.”
“You could save if you weren’t around them all the time.”
“I know, but they help me get dates.”
“Don’t you have your own clients?”
“I have a few, but not enough.”
“How about we organize what you have now and build on that?”
“I can’t take calls when I’m home.”
“Get another phone and keep it here; a prepaid that can’t be traced to your name. I’ll book the dates for you. Take the closet in the guest room and keep your clothes in there. I’ll even bring them to the cleaners.”
“You’ll do all that?”
“We can start saving your money, too.
“I told you I can’t save anything.”
“Every couple days we’ll put some in the bank. You won’t even miss it. It’ll work.”
“Only if you handle it for me. I want you to take care of all my money. Just give me enough for what I need and when I need it.”
“Alright… I’m letting you know now, whatever is put towards your savings will stay with your savings. The rest will be to take care of your family.”
“What about when I need something? Are you going to control that for me?”
“I know Gramps now… But no more sucking his dick. He gets cash.”
Jenna smiled. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” She led me by the hand. I followed.
From the foot of the bed, she removed my shoes and socks. I raised my shirt above my head, tossing it as she pulled away my pants and underwear. Jenna climbed up to me. She whispered. “I want you to relax and let me make you feel good. I’m about to suck you dry.”
She began a slow and sensual tonguing of my ears, blowing hot breath, then inhaling, creating a cool rush. The alternating sensations sent quivers through me.
Jenna then went for my neck, peppering it with wet bites and licks. She continued down to my nips while massaging my arms and shoulders. “Is that good? Do you like that? Tell me.”
“It feels great.”
She eased down, planting light kisses across my chest. She grabbed my pecks, gripping while painting my abdomen and stabbing my umbilicus with her tongue.
Jenna took hold of my erection, placing the bulb into her mouth. She looked up to me as she sucked. She gaped, shoving me to the back of her throat. She closed tightly, starting a slow, up-and-down draw, taking me in fully on each repetition.
She then reached under me, gently dangling my sack with her fingertips. “Is that good?”
“Yes, it’s good.”
Jenna singled my right testicle, circling her tongue around it before switching and repeating the treatment on the other. “I want to taste that nut. I want to swallow all of it. “She stroked me faster and firmer.
“Fuck… I can’t hold it… I’m about to come!” I’d reached the end, exploding into Jenna’s mouth. I tried desperately to push her away. She wouldn’t relent.
We’d did everything as planned. Jenna had broken away from Troxy and Allyson, and the prepaid phone rang all day.
I’d kept a recording of her client’s tendencies and soon had a working order. It grew substantially. Jenna had steady work.
She’d come into town and book her dates. From there, she’d style her hair, do her makeup, and choose from the freshly laundered and dry-cleaned clothes from her designated closet.
Sometimes I would even drive her to and pick her up from her appointments.
Jenna would work about four to five customers nightly, bringing in anywhere from one to two thousand dollars. Her bank account began to swell. She would also work the club at least three days a week for tax purposes, but mainly to meet new potential clients.
Our day for pleasure was Sunday. We’d often go shopping, to dinner, and to the movies.
As promised, Jenna took care of all my needs. My bills were paid, and my pockets were always full.
I’d booked a date at the best hair salon in the city and brought her to get her teeth whitened. Jenna was already trim, but she began using my gym. She now looked like a celebrity, a movie star.
This, in turn, raised her value. She was now able to attract a higher class of clientele and was earning double what she was before.
It was a Monday morning when I called Jenna, telling her I had a surprise for her. She arrived that evening, walking past me, searching every room. “Don’t I get a hug?”
“I always have a hug for my man.” She tugged at me, cranking my waist. She felt up my pockets front and back. She checked my empty hands.
“You’re surprise isn’t here. We have to go and get it.”
“What is it?!”
“You’ll have to decide… Tell me which one you want.”
“Stop messing with me, Stefen. What is it?”
“You have three choices… BMW, Mercedes, or Lexus.”
“You’re getting a car?!”
“No, you’re getting a car.”
“You mean for us… For me to drive.”
“No, not for me or for us. This will only be for you.”
“What are you talking about? No pimp does that. They always get something new for themselves first and then they get their bitch something nice. How is that going to look?”
“I already have a nice car, Jenna. I’m going to make sure that you have what you need, and I personally don’t give a fuck how it’s going to look to those fools. It’s about me and you and how it looks to us.”
“If that’s what you say, then that’s what it is. You’ve kept your word on everything. I just want you to be on top.”
“As long as you’re with me, I’ll always be on top.”
It was a 2016 GS 350 in Eminent White Pearl with the Flaxen interior. The car was stickered at a little over fifty thousand. After discount, dealer pack, fees, and taxes, it came back at forty-nine, five. We wrote a check for the full amount.
I was organizing Jenna’s clientele and checking messages when I saw a photo from a black gentleman, which gave me some concern. He was shirtless, which was nothing compared to the usual dick picks, but it was the sword in his hand and the military fatigues that bothered me.
I questioned her as soon as she’d arrived. “What’s up with this guy?”
“Oh, that’s Danny. He’s nice.”
“Nice. Since when do you have black tricks? That’s totally out of pocket, Jenna. You know that.”
“I’ve been dealing with him for a couple years. He’s one of my old regulars.”
“A sword?”
“He was in the Army, and he studied martial arts. It’s no big deal.”
“Do you have to keep him? He looks crazy as fuck.”
“He’s no problem. I promise. He pays well, too.”
I saw the same affection in her eyes that she had when she used to talk about Troxy. Danny was more than just a customer. However, I let it go.
It was about a week later when Vice came into the club. They’d forced Gramps to empty out his pockets onto the table. Four eight balls and sixteen forty sacks. He struggled, fighting back tears as they took him away.
It was said that the set-up came from Troxy. She was now the only supplier in the club. Everyone who needed, had to go through her. Her boyfriend, Glen even began showing up.
This was bad for me because now I didn’t have a connect. I hadn’t even thought to have a backup.
It didn’t take long for Jenna to slip. She’d stopped showing up at my place or even taking my calls. Her, Troxy, nor Allyson were working at the club anymore.
It was about a month later when I saw Jenna again. I was at the front entrance at Club Fantasy, talking to the door girl, when a couple, holding hands, came in. As I stepped to the side, I realized it was Jenna.
I knew right away who she was with. It was Danny. Jenna was out on a date with Danny.
Having an issue with his credit card, this left Jenna stalled within inches of me. Away from his line of sight I squeezed a handful of Jenna’s ass cheek, holding onto it. She returned with a hand up my leg and a claw-like grip on my genitals.
I’m sure that if Danny had seen this, he would have returned to his car and retrieved his sword, and killed the both of us right there on the spot.
The door girl completed the transaction and handed him a receipt to sign. The couple grabbed hands again and entered.
It was less than five minutes when my phone rang. It was Jenna. Before she could say anything, I asked, “Did you get wet?”
“Yeah, Stefen. I’m in the ladies’ room, wiping myself.”
“I wanted to bend you over right there in front of him.”
“I would have squirted all over your dick too. I have my fingers in my pussy. I’m about to come. Damn… Ooh…”
“That sounded nice.”
“You see what you did? You always could do this to me.”
“You miss me?”
“Of course I do.”
“You just disappeared without telling me anything.”
“I know, you’re right, Stefen. I fucked up. You did everything that I could have ever wanted, and I… I didn’t even… I’ve been seeing Danny exclusively, so I haven’t been holding out on you. He’s been taking care of everything, and that way I don’t have to go out hustling… I have sort of fallen for him, though. I told you, he’s really nice.”
“I think that you liked him even before you met me, Jenna.”
“True… I did. But I don’t love him. I love you and I will always love you.”
“I get it. I have no problems with that. If you’re okay, then I’m okay.”
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
“I know… Now go back to him.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I’d done my best to hide my pain. The blade was cutting through my heart, but I knew it was time to move on.
Two more months had passed since I’d seen or talked to Jenna. I was sitting in Denny’s one night when I saw the Lexus cruising by. It was her and what looked like Troxy behind the wheel.
I called her cell phone. “Is that Troxy driving your car?”
“Where are you?! I don’t see you?!”
“I’m at Denny’s. I saw you when you drove by.”
“You did?”
“What happened to Danny? I thought you were only dealing with him.”
“We fell out. He’s not talking to me right now.”
“So you didn’t think to call or come see me?”
“It just happened. I will see you anytime you want me to. I’ll see you right now. Are you still at
Denny’s?”
“I’m here…waiting on my food.”
She shouted, “Turn the car around. We’re going to Denny’s. Stefen’s there and I want to see him.” I could hear commentary in the background. Jenna addressed them. “I don’t give a fuck where we’re on our way to. Them motherfuckers will just have to wait. If Stefen wants to see me, I’m going to see him.” She spoke to me, “Stay right there, Stefen.” She ended the call.
I watched as the Lexus pulled into the parking spot just outside the window. Jenna exited, running in. She looked throughout the restaurant, noticing my raised hand. She hurried to my table taking the seat in front of me. “Hey!”
Jenna was wired. She’d lost plenty of weight, and her movie star makeover was gone. “Hey, what’s up with you?”
“Just out hustling. You know.”
“With Troxy.”
“Be nice, that’s my friend.”
“You sure about that? They’re saying it was her that set up Gramps.”
“I heard that bullshit. I don’t believe it.”
“Let me see… She sets up your guy, and now you have to go to her to get your shit. You’ve given up on your clients, your big money, and you lost the trick that you said you liked. The one who was taking care of everything.”
“I guess I didn’t look at it like that.”
“She has you down in the gutter with her, and now she’s driving your new car.”
“That’s none of your business, though… Who drives my car… You’re mad?”
“I’m not mad at all… I’m fucking disappointed in you, though. You were on top. You were doing better than any bitch in Dallas. And now you let Troxy take you down?”
Allyson stepped out of the passenger door, waving. Troxy blew the horn. A schoolgirl grin was across Jenna’s face. She looked back to me. I asked, “Why don’t you go home with me right now? You can stay the night, come down, and when you wake up, we can talk.
“You still have your clients. I’ve kept your phone on and it’s still ringing. Too many text messages to count. And Gramps is back at the club again, too.”
“How are they supposed to get home?”
“I don’t give a fuck about either one of them. I only care what happens to you.”
“I have to go.” She headed for the exit.
“If you go through that door, we’re through for good, Jenna.”
“I don’t care, man. Do whatever.”
The rumors began to spread that I’d lost Jenna to Troxy and her man, Glen. Girls were now trying to get Jenna’s spot with me. I began to entertain some of them, but hadn’t made a decision on seeing anyone yet.
It wasn’t long before Jenna and Troxy had a falling out. It was said that Troxy had discovered that Jenna had fucked Glen for some coke and tried to kill her.
Jenna had worked at Golden City one night, and after pulling away from the valet, Troxy had shot six times into the Lexus. Jenna wasn’t hit and was able to tell the police.
Troxy was arrested and charged with attempted murder, and Allyson was caught up as an accomplice.
Three weeks later, I got a call from Jenna. “Stefen, I need you. I have no one else to turn to.”
“Really, Jenna? After all the shit you put me through and the way you handled things, you call me when you need help…at three thirty in the morning?”
“My life depends on it, Stefen.”
“The fuck?”
“I’m in my car. I’m parked on the side of the Valero across from Denny’s. Danny’s looking for me. He’s trying to kill me.”
“I thought he was so nice. Such a nice guy, that Danny.”
“I know, but… I’ve been living at his place…ever since that incident with Troxy. Glen’s after me, too.”
“I can believe that. His shit has to be all fucked up. But what’s Danny trying to kill you for? I don’t understand that.”
“He went out of town for a few weeks and left me in charge of his bank account. To get whatever I needed until he got back… You know I have no discipline.”
“No… Don’t tell me you messed up the man’s money.”
“I went through fourteen thousand…”
“In a few weeks?! You’re insane. He is going to kill you. He’s going to cut off your fucking head with that sword. I told you he was crazy. And why did you stay there?”
“He came home early before I could…”
“Put it all back?”
“I was going to try. You know. Stop doing coke and work hard. At least some or most of it… I tried to explain, but he was yelling and screaming at me. Then he started choking me out. I slipped away and ran out to my car and took off. He chased me down the street.”
“On foot? While you were driving?”
“Yeah… Hold on… I think I see him. I’m ducking down.”
“Is it him?”
“No… That’s a car just like his, though… Same color too. That scared the fuck out of me.”
“Why don’t you go home?”
“If I could have I would have. I don’t have enough gas money to get there. I’m half naked. I’m in my panties. I don’t even have on a top.”
“Not even a bra?”
“No! Nothing. Not even fucking shoes. All I could grab were my keys. Why are you laughing?”
“Shit is funny.”
“No, it’s not!”
“Yes, the fuck it is.”
“Alright. You’re right, the shit is funny.”
“You have a whole wardrobe over here. Do you have enough gas to get to me?”
“Let me look. Yeah, I can make it to you… Barely though.”
I’d taken my car out of the garage and gone back inside. I was on the balcony, watching when she entered the complex. She took the cue as I opened the door from my remote. She drove in and parked.
With her arms covering her, Jenna dashed across and up the stairs. I met her at the door. “Thanks, Stefen, my love, you’ve saved my life. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“Don’t worry about any of that. I’m good. And I’m not your love anymore.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Can I use your shower… Please. I need to relax and get my head together.”
“Sure you can, take your time.”
It was an hour later when she came out. Wrapped in only a towel, she went to the closet and picked out a fresh pair of panties. “Do you have a T-shirt that I can use?”
“You know where they are. In my drawer.”
“I know, but I wanted to ask… Thanks.”
Jenna came back and sat with me on the sofa. She grinned. “So what’s up?”
“You’re the star of the show. You tell me.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What the fuck did you spend fourteen grand on?”
“You already know.” She opened her palm, showing me a half-full forty. “You mind if I do a bump?”
“I don’t care, do you… Wait… You escape a man trying to kill you. You’re butt ass naked, but you still find a way to grab your coke?”
Jenna laughed. “I always kept it in my car. He doesn’t do any and he don’t like me doing it, so I would hide it.”
“He ain’t that bright, is he?”
“Not at all.”
“Where do you score now?”
“I met this girl. She deals. Her coke is even better than Gramps. The best I’ve ever had in my life. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“She got all fourteen?”
“Every penny… I need some help with this, Stefen. I can’t do it alone. After what I’m doing right here…” She snorted a pinky full into each nostril. “I’m done. I’m going home and check myself into rehab.”
“Really?”
“As a matter of fact… You know what.” Jenna rose. She walked to the kitchen and dumped the rest of the coke into the sink. She turned on the hot water and watched as it swirled down the drain. “From now on, it’s all about my daughter, Stefen. I’ve been selfish.”
“Wow… I’m impressed, Jenna.”
“I don’t care if I have to work for Walmart, I’m good with it. It doesn’t make sense if you make a lot of money and don’t save any of it, right? I can stay clean, work a low-paying job, and take back home the same amount of money. Plus, I get to get right, you know?”
“It’s more to it than just that. It’s the lifestyle, too. I don’t have a drug habit, but I’m addicted to the life.”
“You’re right. But… I hit my rock bottom tonight. I’ve never stolen from anyone, no matter how bad it got.” Tears fell from Jenna’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Stefen, for all I’ve done to you. You didn’t deserve any of this.”
“It’s okay.”
“Will you be there if I need to talk? Maybe I can call you sometimes.”
“Try me.”
“Maybe when I get myself together…”
“Now that’s a possibility.”
“I won’t be able to pay for everything and take care of you. Especially if I’m working at Walmart.” She laughed. “I’m a poor woman now?”
“I don’t know about all that. You still have your money in your bank account.”
“Wait… I have money?”
“Yes.”
“I forgot all about that! Is there enough for me to get home? That would be all I need. I won’t have to owe you.”
“For gas?”
“Yeah.”
I broke out in laughter. “You’re joking, right?”
“No… I don’t get it. What’s funny?”
“Jenna. You have over fifty thousand dollars in there. I never touched any of it.” I gathered her banking information and handed it to her.
“Stefen, I love you!” Jenna jumped up and down. “I want to give you some money! Can I do that?!”
“You took care of me when we were hustling. Take care of your daughter and your mother.”
“Troxy said something about you from the very beginning. She said that if something seems too good to be true, it is. It took me a while to learn what the actual saying was. It was if something seems too good to be true, it probably isn’t. That means that it’s possible.
“You are proof of that, Stefen. You are the possible.”
“Does this change your plans for rehab?”
“I’m going to do as I said. I’m putting this money, all of it minus gas to get home, towards my
daughter’s education. I want her to have a better chance than I did. I owe her that and I owe it all to you.”
Jenna pulled me close, placing a kiss to my lips. “Let me love you for just one more night.”
Creole Gaudet
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