Tag: Dope Boy Chronicles

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a law, cruising, slowing, focusing on Sway and I.

Clenching my teeth, I leaned close to Sway’s ear. “The police. Don’t panic… Just be calm.”

“Where?” As she cut a look, a second car pulled behind.

The first officer stopped, exited, and approached. “How are you folks doing tonight?”

I flashed a corny grin, eyeing his long, lanky frame. “We’re good… How about yourself?”

“Thank you. The reason I’m speaking to you is that we had a description of a couple…that matches you two, in a parking garage a few blocks up the way…” His dark, beady eyes scanned us carefully. “Do you know anything about that?”

“A parking garage? No, not at all. We walked here. Didn’t even take a car.”

“You walked?”

“Yes.”

“May I ask where you walked from?”

“Our hotel.”

“And what hotel is that?”

“The W.”

“Oh… And you’re going to the House of Blues?”

“Yes. The concert starts at nine. We came to see the jazz band. We were just admiring this building.”

“I’m sorry to have bothered. It’s obvious you’re not car thieves.”

“Car thieves…?” I looked to Sway. We laughed absurdly at the idea.

“Yeah, two individuals entered, hiding their faces, tried to break into or steal a Chevy Suburban. They’re on camera… Looks like they were trying to open the hood, maybe. Probably to disengage the alarm. Seems they either couldn’t get into the vehicle, or they may have heard a noise or something and took off.”

“Could you see what their faces looked like?”

“Luckily for them, they were in a blind spot.”

“Oh, wow. That’s too bad.”

“It happens.”

“At least they didn’t get to steal anything.”

“Right! That’s true!” He turned, walking to his car. “Have a nice night…and enjoy the jazz band!”

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Sway and I danced, partied, and had gotten piss drunk. The night air had stiffened us just enough to make the trek back to our room.

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JANUARY 31, 2020

THE W – HOTEL ROOM

I opened my eyes, focusing. Sway was standing, smiling. “What time is it?” I looked out through the windows. “Why are you up so early?”

“It’s not early.”

“The sun is coming up.”

“It’s going down.”

“Oh, fuck no… How long have I been asleep?”

“All day.”

“You didn’t wake me.”

“I wanted you to let you get as much rest as you could.”

“Ha, ha, smart ass. What have you been doing all this time?”

“I went out.”

“Out? Out where? Why didn’t you tell me…?”

“I left you a note.”

“A note?”

“So you could know where I was.”

“Where did you go?”

“Well, let’s see. I took some money out of your wallet and had lunch… Then I came back up, you were still asleep, and after I got bored from watching TV, I started looking at your booking receipts and everything.

“Did you know that the spa was part of your package?”

“No. You went to the spa?”

“The best time I’ve ever had. I had a manicure…” Sway held out her fingernails and then pointed to her toes. “A pedicure and a massage. That little Asian lady is fantastic.” I laughed out loud. “You should go and see her. I’m a whole new person.”

Sway hopped into bed next to me. She leaned up on one elbow. She toyed with my ear and stroked my hair. “Baby, it’s probably not the time to ask you this… This is our honeymoon… But I want to know something.”

“Sure, anything…”

“Don’t be all defensive and macho, alright? Tell me the truth.”

“What is it?”

“How much money do we have saved?”

“I like how you say we.”

“We’re in this together, aren’t we?”

“Yes… We are.”

“Well?”

“It’s not looking good.”

“I’m more than sure. All this is expensive. I know what you spent. It’s insane.”

“I wanted it to be special.”

“It is, and I love you for it. I love all of it. I appreciate you and everything you’ve done for me, Andre. You saved my life. I will never forget that… But I can do a lot too. I can help.”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going.”

“Where do you think it’s going?”

“Are you talking about turning tricks again?”

“I would do that for us.”

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Sway placed her palm to my chest, pushing, walking me backwards towards the bedroom.

We stood, watching each other as we undressed.

She reached out, lightly running her fingers across my skin.

I placed my hands around her narrow waist, lifting her off her feet. I turned, gently placing her onto the bed.

I climbed between her legs, parting them, resting them upon my shoulders.

I stared in admiration at her beauty. The oddness, the quirkiness. Sway trembled with anticipation.

I placed my lips to it, exploring, planting little kisses all across her labia, her clitoris, her mound.

She moaned loudly, arching her back. “Oh, baby…”

I ravished her, pressing my face into her, boring and swirling my tongue deep within her hole.

Her legs tightened around me, and her body shook violently. “I… I… Fuck, Andre. I’ve never!”

She tugged at the nape of my neck, pulling me tightly, gyrating her hips. “I’m coming, baby! I love you! I love you so much!”

Her juices flowed over. I drank.

I took Sway into my arms, comforting her. Within moments, she’d drifted off. I was soon behind.

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THE W – COOK HALL – 7:17 p.m.

We’d awoke, showered, and had gone down for dinner.

Sway was in her black dress. She looked classy and gorgeous.

I’d brought a pair of dark gray slacks and a white button-up that I’d steam-ironed with a slight bit of starch.

Sway had the roasted Atlantic salmon, and I’d gone with the 16-oz cowboy rib-eye.

“Andre…” Sway sipped from her wine glass. “I didn’t get the entrée, just the appetizer.”

“That was the entrée, baby. The salad was the appetizer…”

“No, silly. I’m talking about you this morning. You ate me out, teased me, but you didn’t fuck me.”

I laughed. “You fell asleep.”

“So…”

“You wanted me to wake you?”

“You didn’t have to wake me.”

“So just start having sex with you, even if you’re asleep.”

“I want you to take this pussy anytime and any place you want it. Just fuck me good.”

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VICTORY PARK LANE – 8:26 p.m.

I had Sway’s hand as we exited the hotel. It was in the mid-forties with a high wind that cut between the tall buildings.

“Where are we going?”

“To the House of Blues.” I pointed in the direction. “It’s not far, just up the street a couple of blocks. There’s a jazz band playing there tonight.”

“What time do they start?”

“At nine.”

We arrived at the corner of Museum Way. I stood, paused. “What’s the matter…?”

“Nothing…” I tugged. “Come with me.”

“Okay…” Sway caught up to my steps. “Are we going to be late? I thought the House of Blues was the other way.”

“It is…” I stopped, peering into the entrance.

“A parking garage? Alright, Andre.”

“Cover your face.”

“The cameras?”

We pulled our coats over our heads. “Yeah.”

I led Sway to the rear of an SUV parked along a wall on the second level.

She’d already reached under and was removing her panties. “How do you want me?”

I turned her. She placed her hands firmly on the bumper. I took her from behind, easily sliding into her wetness. I began plunging, slamming her insides.

Sway held on tightly. “Oh shit, owe!”

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Yes, it fucking hurts, but don’t stop. Make it hurt! I want it to hurt!”

My dick stiffened harder at her suggestion. I began to pound with all I had. “This feels so fucking good, baby.”

“That’s it right there. Fuck your pussy, Andre. It’s all yours.”

“That fat pussy…”

“This fat pussy is all yours to fuck any time you want it.”

“I think I’m about to come, Sway. It’s been so long since I nutted.”

“Bust it, baby, bust it in my pussy. Put it all in there. Fill it! I know you’re about to bust a big fucking nut!”

“I can feel it. I don’t think it’s ever been this strong before… Oh fuck!”

“Come on, daddy… Come for me.”

Sway pushed back against me, taking me all in. “Here it is! Here it is! Ah…! Fuck…!”

“It’s so hot, baby. I can feel it.”

My arms fell, dangling at my sides. I was spent.

Sway unmounted. She turned, leaned over, and tongue bathed me clean, sucking the last drops of my semen.

She took me by the hand, dragging me away from the scene as I hobbled, struggling with my zipper.

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We’d made it just in time. As we approached the House of Blues, I stopped. Sway turned to me.

I pointed. “Look up.”

“This is pretty. What is it?”

“It’s the apartment building that I want to move into. This is it.”

“Skyhouse? And it’s right next to the House of Blues. The Cinepolis is around the corner, and the Mavs play right next to the W. This is a whole lifestyle. Everything you love is all in one area.”

“You like it?”

“I absolutely fucking love it.”

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JANUARY 30, 2020

HOME – 9:00 a.m.

I’d set the alarm, but I was so full of anticipation, I awoke on my own. I turned to Sway, shaking her excitedly. “It’s time to go! Come on!”

She sprang up, startled and confused. “Huh? What…?”

“It’s time to go! Get up!” I hurried to my feet.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

“You have to pack your things. It’s time to get out of here!”

The stiffness left her shoulders. She lowered her head. “I knew it.”

I halted my movement. “Knew what? What are you talking about?”

“I knew something was wrong… I knew it. Why, Andre? What did I do?” Her face was flushed. Her lower lip trembled. She was awash with tears. “I love you.”

“You didn’t do anything. And I love you too. What are you talking about?”

“Why are you putting me out?”

“I’m not putting you out! We have to get ready. Our ride will be here in…” I glanced at the nightstand clock. “In about twenty-five minutes.”

Sway looked up, wiping her eyes. “Our ride?”

“Yes!” I dropped to the floor, dragging my suitcase from under the bed.

“What? Where did you get…?”

“I have one for you too… Here.” I placed it flat, sliding it next to her.

“Like…” She smiled curiously. “Where are we going?”

“On our honeymoon. I rented us a room downtown.”

“You did? Really?!”

“I did!”

“Wait… Do I even have time to get myself together?”

“About twenty-two minutes…”

Sway hopped to her feet, moving double-time, scrambling around the room. She made a dash to the mirror. “I look terrible!”

“You look fine, baby!”

“That’s not fair, you’re all packed and everything. I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!” She choked the neck of the tube, dropping lumps of paste into the rushing water. “I can’t even fucking do this shit right!”

“Do you need any help?”

“No, you’ll get in the way!”

“I’m sorry.”

“And it’s cold out there. I’m going to need my coat for sure…”

“Make sure you pack that black dress too.”

“Why did you wake me up so late?”

“I wanted to let you get as much rest as you could.”

“Nah, you just wanted to enjoy watching me panic. I should have known you were up to something!”

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We were standing in the lobby when the black Escalade rolled up. “Is that ours, Andre? We’re going in style, too?”

The driver secured us, closing and locking our doors. As he loaded our baggage, Sway nestled close to me. “I’m so excited, Daddy.” She paused. “I feared the worst. I thought that you were done with me. I was like… Did he get mad at me about Solo? Or was it Demi? I just couldn’t figure out why.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you…”

“It’s okay. I know you were trying to surprise me, and you didn’t want to ruin it. I get it… I’m happy.”

I pulled her tight, placing a kiss to her forehead. “No one is going to come before you. Not now; not ever.”

“Are you sure? You promise?”

“I put my life on that.”

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We’d exited 35, approaching Continental Ave. Sway leaned up. “We must be close.”

From Continental, the driver turned North onto Victory Ave., right onto Nowitzki Way, and then to Victory Park Lane. Sway spied through the sunroof. “The W?!”

“The W.”

“We’re staying at the W?!”

“For the next three nights.”

As the driver lifted the rear hatch, the bellman, who, in his thick Spanish accent, introduced himself as Sam.

I held Sway’s hand as we strode to the front desk for check-in. “I want to scream so badly, Andre, but I don’t want all these people to think we’re not used to being in nice places.”

“Do you… Don’t worry about anybody else.”

Sway dry-yelled, pumping her fists. “Yay!” Sam, standing behind, gripping the handle of the trolley cart, took delight in her playfulness.

We were handed our keys and paperwork. We then followed Sam to the elevators. Sway, squeezing my hand tightly, silently counted the floors as we rose to the top of the tower.

“Here we are, folks. If you will follow me again, one more time, please.” Sam led us to our suite. “And may I have your key, only for a brief moment, sir?”

Sway was first to step in. “Wow, Andre, this is amazing! There are floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere! You can see the entire city!”

“Where would you like your luggage, sir?”

“Could you put them in the bedroom, please?”

Sway walked to the end window. “There’s the green building! It’s like I can reach out and touch it!”

Sam returned with the key. “If you need anything, sir, just call down to the front desk…” He extended his arm with an open palm, pointing towards the living area. “The phone is there on the table along with the remote control for the television… Next to me, here on the wall, is the thermostat. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call the desk.”

I passed him two tens and a five. “Thanks, I appreciate you, Sam.”

“I appreciate you, sir! Thank you very much! Again, my name is Sam. You ask for me, okay? I am at your service.” He bowed, closing the door behind him.

Sway swiveled on her heels, beaming, walking slowly and sexily towards me. “This is like your dream… Your high-rise… And you’re sharing it all with me.”

“My dream was a good dream, Sway, but it was flawed.”

“Flawed?”

“It was missing something… It was missing you.”

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HOME – 12:45 a.m.

“Are you hungry? How about a sandwich?”

“That sounds great, baby.” I took a spot on the sofa and turned on the TV.

“What do you want on it?”

“What kind are you making?”

“I can make any kind you want. Turkey, ham…?”

“Ham… Is there any cheese?”

“Swiss?”

“Perfect.”

“Iced tea?”

“Sure… Thanks, Sway.”

“I love you, Andre.”

“I love you, too.”

As I sat eating, Sway was quiet. I could sense her discontent.

My phone rang. It was Demi. She’d gotten off work early and was two minutes away. I stuffed the last quarter into the side of my cheek and hurried down to let her in.

Sway had already washed my plate and was in bed and under the covers when Demi and I returned. “Oh, is she asleep?”

“I think so… She’s tired.”

“Well, let me hurry and get out of here and…”

“Oh no, you’re good… Have a seat. Tell me all about what’s going on at Big John’s.” From my periphery, I saw Sway lift her head. “I haven’t been there in a while.”

“Same shit, just a different day… Trying to give these young girls the benefit of my experience in this business, but will they learn? No! Will they listen? No!”

“You know how they are. They don’t understand anything until it’s too late.”

“Yes!” Demi scooped a generous bump through her cut straw. “Then they come to me crying, hyperventilating and trying to catch their breath… Something I’d just told them to not do a week before…they do it anyway and are suffering the consequences, wanting comforting and understanding… If they’d just listen from the start, you know?”

“I know.”

Sway sighed, shifting her legs. “Oh oh… I think it’s time for me to get on my way.” Demi leaned in with a grin. “You may have your own set of consequences.”

“Let me walk you out…”

“No, it’s alright. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I got it…”

“I’ll walk you out anyway.”

We’d quietly exited the building and were heading towards Demi’s car. “Is everything alright, Andre?”

“I hope so…”

“Trouble in paradise already?”

“Actually, no. It’s like… I have a surprise for her and it’s… I booked a room downtown for us and I want it to be special…”

“Ah… I see.” She removed the keys from her purse. “You’re holding out the sex, and she’s frustrated.”

“Damn! How’d you…?”

“You got trouble, man.” Demi sat behind the wheel of the slate gray Camry and started the engine. “You have you a full-on shit-storm coming your way.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah…” She chuckled. “You’re on a powder keg that’s waiting to go off at any moment. What day is your setup for?”

“In the morning.”

“Oh! Well, that’s great… The poor girl won’t be suffering too long.”

“Yeah, that’s true… Demi… I don’t like her suffering at all.”

“You’re in love, man. That’s beautiful. She’s in love with you, too. I could see it when I first met her. I think you’ve found the one, Andre.”

Sway appeared, arms folded, scanning the area as she traipsed towards us. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I just came out to see what you two are talking about…get some air.” She forced a smile. “Hey, Demi.”

“Hey, sweetie. She’s such a doll, Andre. So pretty.”

Sway locked her arms tightly around me, placing her head firmly in my chest. “Thank you.”

“Well, I’m pooped. I have to go and get me some rest and start it all over again. My life. I’ll probably stop and pick up again tomorrow if it’s okay.”

“Anytime, Demi. You know that.”

Sway and I watched as she drove away. She looked up at me. “Now that that’s out of the way, do you have time for me now?”

“To make out?”

“To make love, silly.”

We entered the stairwell. Sway was ahead of me. “I have to be honest with you, baby. I don’t think I’m feeling too well.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. It’s like it’s my stomach or something.”

“Does it hurt? You need to use the toilet?”

We entered the room. I closed and locked the door behind us. “No, it’s like there’s a lot going on in there. I need to be still for a while. It’s like I can’t move or shake too much or I’m going to throw up.”

Sway stood, towering above me as I curled onto the sofa, drawing my knees to my chest. “Just go on to sleep, baby. I think I’m going to chill here for a little while…”

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