Libertine Dreams

JANUARY 28, 2020

GOLD TOWN CABARET – 4:50 p.m.

The club was quiet as Sway and I entered the main floor.

Wearing an autographed Lawrence Taylor jersey, the former NBA superstar, Dennis Rodman, was standing in the center of the room with the DJ’s microphone, delivering a few words, paying respect to Kobe Bryant.

Natalia, avoiding eye contact, was across the room, standing with Sarah.

We stood, listening until the music began. We then walked to the bar and took a couple of stools.

Sarah hurried over. “Hey, Andre…and, Sway.”

“So I guess Natalia is not talking to me anymore…”

“Oh, come on, Andre. You had to know she liked you.”

“She never told it to me and…”

“I know, you don’t see her that way. But she still had feelings for you. Once she gets over it, she’ll be okay.” Sarah pressed a roll of cash into my hand. “You got two hundred?”

“Yeah.” I looked to Sway. She went into her purse and removed two big bags. She held her arm low, handing them to Sarah.

“Oh, okay.” Sarah giggled. “We’re doing it this way now?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“No, not at all. I’m just asking. Actually, it’s smart. Keeps the eyes off you, right?” She gave me a hug. “Thanks, Andre.”

She motioned to Natalia. The two met and went on their way.

Sway looked to me. “She’s mad.”

“Sarah?”

“No, that other one.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. She’s not going to let it go… She’s going to try and fuck you over.”

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CHEVRON – NORTHWEST HWY – 5:38 p.m.

I was alone when I arrived to meet Dan. Sway was back at the room cooking. Meatballs and spaghetti were going to be our very first home-cooked meal.

Dan was late again, making a big scene as he arrived. He’d grabbed his usual hundred sack and was gone.

I didn’t leave right away. I’d found myself sitting in the car, thinking about tomorrow and how the results from our tests could possibly affect our relationship.

What if Sway or I had something serious? What if one of us were infected with HIV? What about herpes?

How would I handle it? How would we handle it? Would that come between us? What was she thinking about right now? Are the same things running through her head?

I knew that I was completely in love with her, and I truly believed she loved me the same. Either way, my mind was made up, and I wasn’t going to leave her.

Using my phone, I went online to view my checking account balance. Sway was correct. I was spending a lot of money. I would have to hustle hard if I were going to put it all back.

I then did a Google search for the W Hotel downtown. I called and made a three-day reservation, booking the Extreme Wow Suite. That was a quick fifty-six hundred, but it didn’t matter; Sway was worth every penny of it.

I’d put the car in gear and was about to drive away when I saw Mandy’s Cadillac pull up next to me. She dropped her window. “What’s up, Andre?” She exited and walked over. “Are you working?”

“I’m tapped for bigs. I only have a couple forties…”

“I don’t have any cash… I really only need a bump.”

“What happened to your money? I’ve never seen you broke.”

“My man is watching me hard.”

“Rosebud?”

“Yeah, ever since I lost that bitch.”

“What’s her name…? Was it Sway or something like that?”

“That’s her… The one who sucked your dick.” Mandy grinned. “I know what she did.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever… He beat my ass behind that shit.” She showed the bruises on her arms and along her legs. “He won’t let me get high at all. I can’t even fucking smoke!”

“Why do you put up with it? Leave.”

She laughed. “That motherfucker would kill my ugly ass on the spot if I ever even thought about it.”

“But if you could leave, you would, right?”

She pondered, looking around. “I guess every bitch would leave a motherfucker if she could have protection.”

“I don’t mean to another pimp. I mean for good. Like, get out of the game.”

“When you’ve been a ho as long as I have, Andre, it ain’t that easy.”

“I guess you’re right… I tell you what, you’ve been a good customer for a while, Mandy.” She perked in anticipation. “I’m going to let you have these two little ones.”

“You’re fucking with me, Andre?”

“No… Here.” She quickly tucked them into her bra. “Now, when you get your shit together and can pay me back, hit me up and I’ll meet you and grab it.”

“If not, you’re going to come looking for me…”

“I know you’re good for it. You’ll pay me back.”

“Thanks, man. I won’t forget this.” Mandy hurried into the mart. From my rearview mirror, I watched as she sped to the restroom.

As I drove home, I thought about what had just happened.

Did I, in my mind, somehow think that I’d paid Mandy back for rescuing Sway from her and Rosebud? Probably not, because I would have fronted her the coke anyway. I’ve always believed in taking care of my customers.

But…what’s going to happen when Mandy eventually finds out that Sway is with me?

Would it be easier to just call and tell her now? Would that help? Would she flip out and pass it on to Rosebud to maybe get some of the heat off of her?

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JANUARY 27, 2020

GOLD TOWN CABARET – 5:38 p.m

We’d spent half the day at Planned Parenthood, where we were prodded, poked, had blood drawn, and were given a two-day wait for final results.

Sway was handing her ID to the door girl when Natalia and Sarah marched into the vestibule. “Andre, you sexy motherfucker!”

“Hey, Natalia.”

“Come with me, doll. We have to go and talk.” She peeked around me, tugging at my arm.

Sway grabbed my free hand tightly, standing her ground.

Sarah looked to Sway. “Hey, I’m Sarah.”

Sway gave a quick smile in return. “Hi.”

Natalia stepped closer. “Tell your little friend to have a seat out here. We’ve got business to take care of.”

“No, we’re all going to go in and we’ll talk together.” I reached back, placing my arm around Sway’s shoulders, positioning her in front of me as we entered the main room.

We’d taken a table near the second stage. I’d ordered a beer and a Red Bull for Sway. Natalia and Sarah both had a whiskey.

“Here, I got two hundred, Andre. Give me five.”

“You were ready for me, weren’t you?” Sway handed me the five sacks. I traded them for Natalia’s cash. Sway sorted out the bills, showing me the count. I looked to Natalia. “Thanks.”

“Really?”

“Really, what? Is something wrong?”

“Yes, something’s wrong.”

“What?” I looked to the shiny blue packets in her palm. “It’s right, huh? That’s five…”

“The coke is right.”

“Well, what’s the problem?”

“I’ll tell you the problem. You bring this little girl in here in front of me, a grown ass woman, and got her handling your fucking business.”

Sway leaned upright in her chair. “What’s it to you, bitch? As long as you get your shit…”

“Bitch?”

“Yeah, bitch!” Sway shot to her feet.

“You’re going to let her disrespect me like that, Andre?”

“Talk to me, not him. You just said you’re a grown ass woman, didn’t you?”

Sarah begged, pleading. “Girls, girls, come on… Calm down.”

Natalia came back. “Young, stupid, and jealous.”

“Of what? You? Why is he with me, ho?”

“If I wanted him, I would have had him from the start.”

“And if he was blind and stupid and had made that mistake, after spending five minutes in my company, he would have made the call, bitch. He would have dumped your old floppy titty ass.”

Natalia looked to me. “This is what I’m saying. You see what happens when you bring a child into adult situations?” She turned to Sway. “Why don’t you go outside and wait in the car. Then, when Andre is done talking with the ladies, he can take you home and let you play with your baby dolls.”

“Go home and play with your grandchildren, bitch. You should be retired anyway. Look at you… You’re day shift, B team… Worn out, thick… Crooked-legged bitch.”

Natalia weakened. Holding back tears, she darted towards the dressing rooms.

Sarah rose slowly, easing her chair to the edge of the table. “Wow, I’ve never seen her this upset. I’m going to go and check on her. Thanks for coming in, Andre. The girls needed you.”

I stood, comforting Sway. I looked into her eyes, studying her. “Go on, let it out.”

She broke, grinning impishly. “I didn’t start it.”

“You did finish it, though.”

“You’re so crazy. I love you.”

I didn’t know if there would be repercussions in the future, but I knew this battle was over, and it was a clear victory.

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Sway jogged to the car ahead of me. She stood waiting, tightly clutching her jacket front as we entered. I started the engine and blasted the heater.

“It wasn’t this cold when we came in, was it?”

“No!” I checked my phone for the weather. It was forty-four and dropping. I turned to Sway. “I’m telling you something right now, and I don’t want a debate or a discussion about it. I’m taking you to the Galleria and we’re going to get you a proper coat, a jacket, and some clothes…”

“Okay, but not too much…”

“Sway! Shut the fuck up already. I’m getting tired of it, okay? Give it a fucking rest!”

“Okay… Alright, Andre.” She smirked. “Hook a bitch up. I’m fucking freezing.”

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GALLERIA – 7:15 p.m.

We’d gotten lucky with a parking spot on the ground floor of the Blue Garage.

I’d suggested Macy’s. Before entering the women’s department, I’d placed fifteen one hundreds into her hand. Sway had found a sales lady. I’d stepped away, taking a stroll through the mall.

It was almost closing time when we were dragging her shopping bags on the way to the Apple store. I’d surprised her with an iPhone 11 Pro with all the accessories to go with it. She’d chosen the new purple.

On the way home, we called in to Pizza Hut and placed a to-go order.

After eating, we showered and were huddled up on the sofa for some TV.

Demi had called around 2:30 a.m. and slid by for a forty before heading home.

We’d called it a night at around 4:15 a.m. and got into bed. Sway spoke softly near my ear. “I don’t know if I can wait two days.”

“It’s really only about one day now. This one’s over.”

“Okay, I don’t know if I can wait one day.” She pressed closer. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too.”

Sway lightly massaged my arms and chest. “You are so muscular, tall. So brown and beautiful.” She rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. She quickly returned with a hand towel. She placed it onto the bed next to me. “Turn on your side.”

Sway climbed behind me, rubbing her hands together. I could smell the scent of lotion. She reached into my boxers. “Relax, baby.”

Her grip was firm but gentle. The slow and steady strokes increased in rhythm. Within moments, it was over.

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JANUARY 26, 2020

PAPPAS BBQ – 8:20 p.m.

I’d taken Sway out for Sunday dinner at Pappas BBQ for ribs. We’d just wrapped up the meals and were sipping our drinks. “Do you write, Sway? Have you written any songs?”

“I have some new ones that I’ve been working on… They’re pretty good.” She lowered her head. “I haven’t put them on paper yet…”

“Why not?”    

“I don’t know… Just never had a chance, I guess.”

“What about your old ones. Are you going to sing those?”

“I was, but I kind of gave them to Rosebud. I mean, I didn’t really give them to him. They were going to be for me to sing, but I’d signed away my rights.”

“He’s probably going to try and sell them himself… Or use them to play some other girl.”

“It’s alright. I don’t want those anymore anyway.” She looked up, smiling. “I don’t care. He can do whatever. I’m taking it in a new direction.”

“Like what?”

“I want to write all about love…”

I grinned. “Will that sell? Everybody’s talking about all the shit they own and how big a bitch’s ass is.”

“Right? I want to make beautiful songs, Andre. I’m going to be like Diane Warren and Celine Dione all wrapped into one.”

“Who is Diane Warren? I know Celine Dione. She’s fucking paid.”

“Diane Warren is big time. She’s got all kinds of awards.”

“You’ll win way more than she has.”

“I will… Then I’ll take care of you. You won’t want for anything. Any kind of car, you got that. I’m gonna get you your apartment…or maybe even a condo, paid for, on the top floor of the tallest building in Dallas.

“Then I’m going to build a big recording studio for myself, and I’m going to put up the money so you can start your business.

“Or you could just do nothing and be there when I come home to you. We could chill, go to the movies, eat, and I could fuck you silly whenever you want some of this pussy.

“You should see it too. It’s nice, Andre. I can show you now if you want. Look under the table. I’ll pull my fucking pants down right here.”

“I already saw it. I peeped at it.”

“When? When I was asleep?”

“No, the first night when you were getting dressed. Fat and thick…”

“It’s all yours, too.”

“Whatever… When you start making that kind of money, you’re going to be a major star, you’ll get with someone in the business. I won’t be mad at you, though. I’ll still support you…”

Sway’s face blanked. Anger filled its space. “Andre, don’t ever say that to me again! I mean it!”

“Whoa, whoa… I’m just playing, baby.”

“No!” Sway’s shouting caught the attention of the diners. “Don’t ever insult me like that!”

“Baby, calm down, okay? It was just a joke.” I could feel every eye in the room.

Sway turned red. She began to cry. There was a chorus of mutters in the background. I panned, seeing nothing but scowls and angry faces. “It’s not like y’all think.”

The waiter approached. “Is there trouble…?”

I struggled. “It’s just a misunderstanding, that’s all.”

He looked to Sway. “Are you okay, ma’am?”

Sway stood, eyeing the tall, thin dude. “A week ago, I was being trafficked by a pimp. This man saved me, took me in, and is housing and feeding me. I’m sorry for getting emotional, and I apologize for disturbing your guests. It’s just that I… I’m just finding it somewhat difficult to get him to understand how grateful I am and that I will never do anything to hurt him. I just need him to realize that.”

I was in shock. I looked to the waiter. He leaned in, tapping me on the shoulder. “Great job, sir. Great job. Your meal is on the house.”

The crowd was now smiling and cheering. I felt hot, cold, and clammy all at the same time. I looked back to Sway. She tugged my arm as we left to a round of applause.  I couldn’t make it to the exit quickly enough.

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We’d pulled out and were on Northwest Highway. Sway was singing to Justin Bieber’s “Yummy”. She turned down the volume. “Where are we going now?”

“Home, I guess…”

“You haven’t made any money today.”

“Sundays are always dead. I keep some shit with me just in case, but I usually take the day off.”

“Andre, there’s money to be made.”

“Where?”

“Do you go to Ecstasy?”

“That place is full of pimps and dealers already. Shit is on lock.”

“I used to go there with Mandy to pick up tricks. Rosebud would send us with his assistant…”

“Assistant?”

“Jermaine. He used to play it like we were with him, so we could get in. Then we would go from there.”

“Okay?”

“Customers and strippers would ask for coke all the time. The shit you got would go so fucking quick, especially if it were twenty bags. You don’t do twenties, do you?”

“Not really.”

“What do you have right now? You got anything?”

“I have ten forties.”

“Bring me and I’ll get rid of it for you. It won’t take me long.”

“Right now? You’re serious?”

“Let me do my thing.”

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I was at the bar for all of fifteen minutes before she approached. “Are you sure you don’t have any more with you? Nothing in the car?”

“That’s all I had. Why? Is it gone already?”

“One girl got three for her and her friends, and she turned me on to a customer that got the rest for two eighty. I have four hundred for you.”

She placed the bills into my hand. “Fuck, Sway!”

“You have to let me do me, Andre. I got you.”

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It was 4:30 a.m. when we decided to call it. We’d showered, tidied up a bit, put away the coke, and had gotten under the covers.

After watching several episodes of ‘Storage Wars Northern Treasures’, we turned off the TV to get some rest.

We were lying quietly in the dark with only the streetlights illuminating through the open curtains. “What was it like being you growing up, Andre? Tell me about it.”

“I never knew my father… I’d lost my mother when I was very young, which left me with my grandmother. She was my mother’s mother.”

“How was that?”

“She smoked crack… I guess you could say that…she was there but not really there. I was a burden, and she’d sometimes take it out on me. She didn’t hit me or anything like that, but she was verbally abusive. I guess she didn’t ask to have to raise me.”

“Do you think that had an influence on you…as far as you getting into the game?”

“Oh, no doubt. I used to see the dealers when they would deliver. Iced out, driving nice cars, and were always fresh.

“I never wanted to be like them. I’ve always wanted to be my own legit boss, and I will, but it’s what I ended up doing anyway. It’s just to get my bank up… What about you? How was your life?”

“The total opposite. I had both my parents and a younger sister. Typical racist, religious hypocrites. They’d never admit it, though.”

“What about your singing? Was that your dream?”

“No, not at first. I hadn’t discovered that yet. I wanted to be a gymnast. I was about six or seven, I think. They were going to the schools looking for students. I begged my mother to let me study.

“She even took me to the first class. Andre, I had so much fun. I loved it.

“But when we got home, I could hear her telling my dad about it, and they came into my room and told me that we didn’t have the money right now.

“I was crushed, and for three nights I cried myself to sleep.

“One day, the school called, wondering what happened and why I wasn’t there. They even offered to teach me for free because I showed so much potential, but my dad’s excuse was that the family didn’t take charity.

“But the real reason was that the owner of the school was black.”

“Are you serious?”

“I didn’t get to be a student of an Olympic Medal winner because she was black.”

“When was the last time you talked to your family?”

“After what Rosebud and Mandy did, I tried calling them to… I guess to explain. I was probably trying to ask for help, but I didn’t know how. My sister answered, and we were talking. They took the phone away from her and hung up on me.

“I didn’t have a way for her to reach me. All I had was Mandy’s phone, and I wasn’t going to have her call me on it. I wanted her to know what happened so that I could warn her of how… I don’t want her to get caught up like I did, you know?”

“I know. It’s going to be okay, though. You have to believe that.”

“I don’t want to think about that right now. I care about you. You took a chance on me when my own mother and father turned their backs.”

“And it’s the best move I’ve ever made in my life. This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Sway crawled onto my chest, looking me in my eyes. “I want to do something, Andre. I don’t want to live off you. You’re never going to keep me around.”

“I want to take care of you, Sway, and I want you to be around forever.”

“But… I’m not… I haven’t even given myself to you…physically. I don’t even know how to. You’re not a pimp… If we fuck, it’s like… I don’t want you to think I’m playing you for a trick.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. You can do whatever you want with me.”

“I want to see you find you. Whatever it is you want out of life, I want you to have that.”

“I don’t even know how all this works. How can this be? I’ve only dreamed of a man like you. You’re going somewhere. Somebody’s going to wake me up, and I’m going to be very pissed off. You can’t be real, Andre. There is no way.

“You won’t let me whore for you. You’re taking care of me better than I even deserve. I’m not used to any of this.”

“You’re going to have to get that pimp mentality out of your head. I get that they’ve convinced you that everybody is in it to use everyone else; that used or be used bullshit. It’s not true, Sway.”

“I believe that in my heart, but I thought it was just me.”

“I want one woman and one woman only. I want it all. I want love. The highest level of love there is. Whatever that may be. I want to go for that. One hundred percent dedication. I want someone that I’d be willing to put my life on the line for… Aw, Sway, there you are with the crying again.”

“It’s because what you’re saying is beautiful. I’m fucking happy, alright?!”

I laughed. “Well, let’s keep doing that. Let’s be happy.”

“I love you, Andre.”

“I love you, too.”

She wiped her eyes. “Where do we go from here?”

“I say we make it official. Sway, would you do me the honor of being my lady?”

“Yes! If you will have me, Andre, I will be your everything forever and ever.”

“I’m yours, Sway. Forever and ever.” Our lips met. We began kissing passionately. I could hear our heartbeats sync in rhythm. We released. “What’s wrong?”

“I was about to ask you.”

“It’s just not right, is it?”

She smiled. “No.”

“I want more from this than… I don’t know how to explain it…”

“Like it should be a special moment.”

“Yes…”

“That’s exactly what I feel, too! I want you fully. I want all of you. I want it to be natural. I’ve never been with a man without a condom. I want to feel you.”

“Let’s wait… Let’s take our time.”

“We can go and get tested. And then it can be real, special. Like married people.”

“Funny, you said that. I was just thinking about something.”

“What?”

“Your name.”

“Are you teasing me again?”

“No, I’m thinking about what your name would be.”

“Sway Swain?”

“Yes! That shit is lit; on gang!”

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