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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Dope Boy Chroniclesis the continuous, open-ended narrative of a young street hustler, Andre Swain, who has a dream of moving into a downtown high-rise in his home city, Dallas, Texas.
Along the way, he runs into a beautiful girl named Sway, whom he rescues from an abusive pimp called Rosebud.
The two fall in love, and the adventure begins.
JANUARY 22, 2020 – Business is still slow. Weather is cold; low 40s.
GOLD TOWN CABARET – 2:28 p.m.
Natalia is a mature Hispanic stripper from New York with a tough girl attitude. She has a pretty, doll-like face, long black hair, huge titties, thick, wide hips and thighs, and a fat, juicy ass.
She likes me and wants to hang out outside of the club, but I’ve only known her now for about two months, and I’m not ready to let her into my comfort zone just yet.
She’d left a bad text in my phone the day before, telling me that she needed me to come out for a couple of tricks that wanted an eight ball. I saw red flags and blew off the deal.
I’d walked in, and after my eyes adjusted, I could see her and Sarah, a frail, late forties drug-addled blonde, sitting with and talking to a customer at a table on the main floor. Natalia noticed me. She smiled. I walked over and stood, searching my phone messages.
Sarah spoke first. “Hey, Andre.”
“Give me a second. I’ve got to discuss something with this one.”
I leaned. “This right here, that’s no good for me. Don’t ever put something like that in my phone again.”
“What?”
“Never type in an amount. Just ask me if I can come by. I’m always ready for anything.”
“I’m sorry, doll. That ain’t me. You know I’m better than that.”
“I don’t know shit. I’m looking right here at what you…”
“You don’t have an encrypted app? Let me show you…”
“I don’t need an encrypted app. Everybody I fuck with knows better than to ever do some shit like that.”
“You’re right. It’ll never happen again. Trust me.”
“So, what was up with those customers yesterday?”
“It was two dudes, one white and one black. Me and Miley were sitting with them and drinking, and everything was cool. Miley offered them some coke to get them to go into the VIP, and then couldn’t get the shit. Her fucking plug didn’t come through.
“That’s when I was trying to get with you. But then shit got all fucked up. The bitch kept the money and went home, leaving me holding the charge.
“I had to let them motherfuckers know… I had nothing to do with that. That deal was between them. Leave me out of it.”
“Yeah, don’t call me for bullshit. You don’t even know them. Don’t do any favors for some fucking random off the street. That’ll get us all fucked up.”
I didn’t press the issue any further. My point was made.
HOME – 5:40 p.m.
A friend and confidant of mine, Demi, stopped by on her way to work for her usual forty sack. She’s a waitress at Big John’s Gentleman’s Club out in Fort Worth. That was the first money I’d made all day.
HOME – 10:02 p.m.
I’d given up and was going to ride out to Cinepolis to check out the new “Bad Boys” movie when I got a text from Holly.
She too works at Big John’s. From her coded message, I knew it was three hundred for me. That ended the movie idea.
BIG JOHN’S GENTLEMAN’S CLUB – 10:46 p.m.
Holly is low-key and very professional. She has all the high-end clients and makes big money for herself and the club. The transaction went smoothly.
A little backstory. It was Demi who’d introduced and put me on with Holly. Demi later told me that Holly thought I was cute and had talked me up.
I was also attracted to Holly. She’s ultra thin with an okay face and long blonde hair to her lower back. She has a subtle charisma, a certain way about her.
I’d kept it all business, though. I didn’t want to cross a line, especially when I had a new, consistent source of income.
Holly sat me at a table opposite the stage.
I was sipping my beer when a petite Hispanic dancer named Jeanice stopped by. She took a seat in front of me and smiled. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey.”
“Where’s your friend?”
“What friend?”
“You were with him and the other guy last week.”
“For the Conor McGregor fight?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know them. We’d just started talking. Wait… That was you entertaining the other guy. I remember.”
“Yeah… So, what’s up?”
“I’m just hanging out. I was going to go to the movies, but at the last minute I decided to come by here.”
“I’m glad you did… Maybe we can go to the movies together.”
“That sounds good.”
“Call me.” I opened my contacts and handed her my phone. “You put it in. If the managers see that, they’ll think I’m trying to take you out of here.”
I entered her number and locked it in. “I just messaged you with my name.”
“Okay, I’m up next on stage, and I’m going to go and make some rounds after that. Will you be here for a while?”
“I don’t know yet. I won’t be too much longer, though.”
I watched as she walked away, noticing her body for the first time. Her small breasts were made up for by her perfectly round and plump bottom. I could only imagine how soft it must have been.
I went to the bar for twenty singles, then to the stage and tossed them in front of her. She smiled, winked, and blew me a kiss.
It was a little later when Holly checked in on me. “Are you okay, Andre? Can I get you anything else?”
“I’m good… Let me ask you something. What do you know of Jeanice? I think she’s hot. She’s wanting to go to the movies with me.”
“Oh… I don’t keep up with the dancers that much.”
I sensed a sourness in her voice, but I wasn’t sure.
After about an hour, I was ready to call it a night. On my way out, I stopped Holly to thank her. “You know, if you were available, I wouldn’t even be looking at any of these other girls in here or anywhere else. It could be me and you against the world.”
“Yeah, because I was getting all jealous when you asked me about her.”
“Really?”
“You know, you can come by anytime you like. It doesn’t have to be about business.”
“Okay… I’ll do that.”
I walked to my car, started it, and sat for a moment. I thought of how I would probably have to make a decision. Hang out with the hot fun-girl Jeanice, or see if there’s something there with Holly, my new hook-up with the big-time clients.
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