I’d met Raye at a convenience store on the blade at Harry Hines close to Walnut Hill.
She’s extremely pretty with wavy blonde hair that’s cut across near the nape of her neck.
She stands at about five feet six, is very thin, well-proportioned with long legs, and has a tight bubble-butt.
She’d opened the conversation, telling me that she had just made what she’d set out to make for that night and that she was ready to take a long shower, eat, and relax.
I countered with congratulations and said that I was happy for her success.
After a few moments of small talk, she’d asked if chilling and looking sexy was all I did, which then opened the door to tell her about my writing and my film project, and why I’d come to Dallas.
Turns out, she’s always wanted to be an actor.
I’d raised a concern that I’ve had to deal with since I began talking to actual working girls who I’d thought would be good candidates to play a few of my characters.
As a matter of fact, I’d believed that all my characters could be real working girls.
What could be the problem with that?
Who could better portray a working girl than an actual working girl?
Outside of not being reliable, on time, or ready to perform, which can be worked out, I hadn’t considered pimps and boyfriends.
Jealousy, wanting to maintain control, and outright hatred at seeing a girl potentially do something better than what they’re providing have stood in the way since I’d arrived.
Being that most of the girls have “folks”, it’s hard to find someone who’s independent.
Raye squelched that concern.
Raye is independent.
Raye wants to be a part of my project.
I’m lucky to have met her.
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I’d entered a darkened, candlelit room. The air conditioner was cruising along at seventy-two, the windows were shut with the curtains drawn tight, and smooth tunes flowed from the laptop speakers.
Sway was stretched across the king-size, draped in a sexy blue satin slip, trimmed in black lace, and a matching black thong.
“Are you ready for me now?”
“Wow, Sway. I’m speechless. You’re so beautiful.”
She patted the spot next to her. “I’m waiting for you to come and get this.”
“Okay… Uh…let me grab a shower first, though, okay?”
“Don’t be too long.”
I’d stalled, taking as much time as I could, delaying what I feared was the inevitable. Plan or no plan, I began to doubt that I would be able to hold on. I wanted her, and I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted a girl.
I’d stepped under the water, dialing it to the coldest setting my nerve endings could take. But it was useless. I was as hard as a rock. I was never going to make it.
I lathered, scrubbed, rinsed, and dried. I stepped out, wrapped in my towel.
I stood in the mirror, rubbing my palm across my whiskers. Sway watched patiently as I creamed my face and began to shave.
I got a text alert. I looked to my phone. It was Solo.
“Let me guess… You have to go out again?”
“Yeah, more money, baby. It’s just Solo. I’m meeting her again at the Longhorn.”
“You don’t mind if I come, do you?”
“Of course not… Let’s get dressed.”
LONGHORN ICEHOUSE – 12:20 a.m.
I’d just received an update from Solo. “She’s running late… She’ll be here in a second…” I looked behind us through the rear window. “I gotta piss, Sway. It’s dark over there across the lot along those hedges. I’ll be right back.”
I panned, spying, and unzipping as I prowled towards my destination.
I was half empty when I saw Solo speeding in. She’d exited her car and was stooped at the window, talking to Sway. She looked in my direction and waved.
I was giving a final shake when I heard what sounded to be some sort of commotion erupting between the two.
Even from my distance, I could clearly hear Sway’s words. “Look, bitch. I’m going to say this once and for all. Don’t ask me or my man again about turning fucking tricks. I know what you’re up to, ho. You’re not going to pull me.”
“Shush…be quiet…”
“Don’t shush me, bitch!” Sway turned to me as I approached. “I told you what this conniving bitch was about, Andre.”
“What’s going on? What happened?”
“I’ll let her tell you.”
I looked to Solo. “What?”
There was a helpless grin across her face. “We were just talking, that’s all… Girl stuff.”
Sway countered. “No, bitch, tell him what you said.”
“About what?”
“So now you’re dumb…”
“All I was saying was… I really have to go. I got my people waiting. You got the shit?” She tossed the three hundred onto my seat. Sway checked the count before dropping the coke into Solo’s cupped palm. “Here, bitch.”
Solo moved quickly. She hopped into her running car and tore away.
I got behind the wheel. “What was that all about?”
“You’re friend…just tried to pull me.”
“What?”
“That bitch told me that her man could put me in a…much better position…than you ever could and that you were always going to be small time.”
“She said that about me?”
“Yes! The bitch broke down the whole program. I could be in a Benz with my own furnished apartment and a brand new Rolex waiting on the dresser by the end of the week.”
“I can’t believe it… Are you sure?”
“You’re doubting me, Andre?”
“No! Fuck no! I believe you one hundred.”
“You know, I had a feeling this shit would come soon.” Sway opened her iPhone. “I recorded the bitch.” Sway played it back. It was word-for-word as she’d said.
On the drive home, I’d called Solo several times. She never answered.
I looked to Sway. “Baby, I am so grateful to have you in my life. I’ve lost a customer but…”
“Oh no, hold on… You didn’t lose a customer.”
“I’m never going to be able to trust her again.”
“You don’t have to trust her to make your money. You shouldn’t trust any of them anyway, Andre. There’s no loyalty with these ho’s.”
“Yeah, but I’m not going to have her disrespecting my woman, right in front of my face…or as soon as I turn my back.”
“Baby, we can’t look at it that way. She tried and failed, okay? And if she tries again, she’ll fail again. But get that money.”
I stared, looking into Sway’s silver eyes. “You’re right. But you have to be okay with it.”
“I can handle me. I’m not going anywhere.”
As we pulled up to the hotel, my phone rang. It was Solo. I quickly put it on speaker.
Solo went straight into defense mode, not letting me get in a single word. She called Sway a stupid young bitch that was doing nothing but fucking up my business, and she’d sworn that she would have never turned on me or tried to hurt me in any way.
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This evening I stopped at the 7-11 at Harry Hines and Willowbrook.
My eyes had spied her before she’d seen me.
Beautiful with a banging body and wearing a tight-fitting dress, she was standing near the edge of the parking lot as I made my approach.
I instinctively muttered to myself, “Wow!” It was all I could come up with.
She’d noticed me and began walking towards me. Her smile was as warm as the sun lighting her platinum blonde locks.
I asked, “You need a ride?”
She replied, “Actually, I do.”
I reached over, opening the door.
She’d thanked me as she entered. After confirming the destination address, we drove away.
She’d begun the conversation, which turned out to be very interesting, entertaining, and informative.
I’d learned that her name was Kaylee and that she was native to Dallas and had been working for a few years already.
She’d asked what brought me to Dallas, and I broke it all down about my film project, Girl 214. She was excited to learn that I was an actor and was making a movie.
I’d told her that I was going to begin shooting again in the Spring and that I was going to be looking for featured extras and possibly some girls for speaking parts.
She’d told me that she’d be prepared to audition or help in any way that she could.
Kaylee also mentioned that she had plenty of prospects for my coke connect and that she’d do all she could to help me reach independence.
I couldn’t have asked for a better ally.
Will she be a part of the team I’m building?
Everything looks promising right now, and I will definitely keep Kaylee in my sights.
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Sway and I had passed all our tests and were perfectly healthy. After congratulations and a brief consultation, we were out.
GOLD TOWN CABARET – 3:06 p.m.
We’d ordered and were eating lunch when Sarah and Natalia came over to our table. Sway was enjoying a chicken salad, and I was face down in a double burger with fries.
Sarah had just tucked away six forties she’d scored from Sway when suddenly, all our attention was grabbed.
As if shot out of a cannon, James came running through the double doors of the VIP. He was leaned over, ducking, protecting himself from Robbie’s flailing roundhouses.
She was quickly snatched off her feet by Romero, which sent her into overload.
She threatened, pointing to everyone in the room. “I’m telling on all you motherfuckers! When I’m through, vice is going to shut this whole fucking club down! Believe that!” She tussled, scratched, clawed, and was gnawing and biting like a mad woman as she was dragged away.
“What the fuck? I thought that bitch was fired.”
Sarah turned to me. “She was. They let her come back today.”
“How fucking stupid was that? Now we’re all… I’m out.” I tossed two twenties onto the table and grabbed Sway’s hand. We headed quickly to the car.
My paranoia was already kicking in as I backed out of the parking spot. “Andre, do you think she’s serious?”
“Yes.”
“She really would do that?”
“Yes.”
“But this is one of your best spots…”
“It was one of my best spots. We’ve just lost about sixteen thousand dollars a year, Sway.”
HOME – 3:30 p.m.
We were in bed, relaxed and watching TV. Sway was snuggled and had made a few passes, but I’d pretended I was asleep.
From the corners of my eyes, I’d peeked and observed as she moved about the room. I’d almost laughed aloud when she’d angrily cursed at herself after spilling some soda from her cup onto the front of her shirt.
HOME – 5:45 p.m.
We were both awakened by my text alert. “Is everything okay, baby?”
“Yeah, that was just Dan. I’m going to hook up with him in a couple hours.”
“Are you hungry? We have plenty of food left… I can heat something for you. It won’t take me long.”
“You would do that?”
Sway sprang from the bed and darted to the bathroom. She peed, brushed her teeth, and washed up before hurrying to the kitchen.
She’d made me a plate and was pouring me a tall glass of iced tea when I took my seat. “I wanted some of that dick, but you went to sleep on me.”
“I’m sorry… I don’t know what the fuck came over me. I guess I was really tired…”
She glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Do you have time?”
“Right now? I don’t want to get started because I know I’m not going to want to stop. We need that money too…especially after what happened today, you know?”
“That’s alright, I’ll have you all to myself later on tonight.”
“You know you will.”
CHEVRON – NORTHWEST HWY – 10:10 p.m.
I began to think about Sway and how I played her off the way I did. But my plan needed to work flawlessly. I had to avoid her advances until tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be our day. A day that we would remember for the rest of our lives.
I was snatched from my thoughts by the loud music and the roar of that Ferrari.
I stepped out and walked to his side. Dan was smiling as usual. I dropped the hundred bag into his palm. He slid me the rolled bill. “It must be nice to live like you do.”
He beamed. “Andre, I’m not going to bullshit and lie to you, brother. It is nice being me.”
“So you’re not going to tell me how money isn’t everything and that true happiness comes from within?”
“Only a rich person with guilt would try and sell that to someone. I have none, Andre… And I’m sure my family has a dark past. No offense to you…and please don’t take it to heart, but I wouldn’t be shocked if they’d made money off your people. But again, I have no guilt.”
“I admire your truth, though.”
“My truth, your truth. Truth is truth, brother. This is a capitalist society, Andre. That’s the truth. That’s what it’s all about. This is America. We’re all capitalists. It’s the only way we achieve wealth.”
“I’m not sure I agree with all that, Dan. I have a conscience. I would actually feel guilt.”
“Andre…”
“What?”
“Andre.”
“What, Dan?”
“You’re capitalizing off me, brother. Do you have any guilt on your conscience or a soft spot in your heart for my addiction? Think about it.” Dan chuckled wildly as he paddled into first gear. He sped away, smoking his tires as he approached the curb. He looked back. “You’re coming up, brother. I believe in you.”
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