Tag: Dope Boy Chronicles

I’d arrived, cruising the parking lot, searching.

Sway had seen me from inside and came running. She opened the door and quickly ducked in.

“Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She struggled quietly, hustling her seat belt, locking it as we pulled away.

“Did anyone see you?”

“No.” Her shaky hands clutched the front of her jacket, pulling it tight. She was disheveled, trembling, and sweating. She watched out of her window, hiding her tears, but I could see her reflection.

“Don’t be upset, everything is going to be okay.”

“I’m not upset, Andre…” She turned to me. “I’m happy.”

“But are you hungry?”

Sway smiled glowingly. “I’m starved.”

“What would you like?”

“IHOP?”

We’d both ordered steak burgers. I had The Classic, and Sway was putting the finishing touches on a Mega Monster.

My phone rang. It was Mandy.

I looked to Sway. “Be quiet, don’t say anything… What’s up, Mandy? Did you run out?”

Sway panicked. She began to cry. I placed my hand atop hers. I continued. “Your phone was on the stairs? Why the fuck you call me? How would I know where she went?” I gripped tighter. “I don’t know what to tell you… You’ll be okay.” I ended the call.

“They’re going to find me and kill me, Andre… Or put me in a hospital.”

“Nobody’s going to do anything to you. You’re safe. I promise.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t scared before, but I am now.”

“I know, but you’re brave. It took a lot of courage to do what you did. Never forget that. You are brave.” I looked at her plate. “Now finish your food.”

“Okay.”

“I tell you who is scared, though. You should have heard Mandy. She’s losing her shit. She has to go and let Rosebud know that she fucked up.”

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MEET UP – OUTSIDE LONGHORN ICEHOUSE – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 9:45 p.m.

Met with Solo, a gorgeous brown-skinned Chicana with a shapely figure and dark shoulder-length hair. Solo runs with a big-time pimp named Lee.

She was waiting in her car with a trick when we arrived. I’d parked at the other end.

“Who’s this, Andre?” She handed me a single hundred. “She’s pretty.”

“This is Sway.” I handed her the sack.

“Hey, Sway. Are you looking for work?” Solo looked to me. “I could use her…and make you a lot of money, Andre.”

“We’re good right now.”

“Okay, let me know, alright? A rack an hour for sure. Guaranteed… Money waiting as soon as she arrives.”

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WALMART – 10:15 p.m.

We’d parked and entered. I was pushing a cart, leading her to the women’s department. “I know you don’t have anything right now as far as clothes and all the lady stuff, so I want you to go and get whatever…”

“Andre, I don’t want you to spend a lot on me…”

“Sway… I’m going to go and look at some bikes or toys, or something. Come get me when you’re done. I’ll probably be by the auto parts by then.”

About an hour later, we were standing in the check-out line. Along with the basics, toothpaste, a toothbrush, and mouthwash, she had a few hair pieces, shaving razors, and some feminine supplies. For clothing, she’d picked out several pairs of panties, some bras, and a couple of pairs of jeans with matching tops.

“Is that all you need?”

“That’s more than enough.”

I handed her four hundred dollars in twenties and walked to the front of the store. I took a seat on the bench and waited.

We’d loaded her items into the car and were pulling away when she handed me the change and receipt. “You hold onto that, okay?”

“Andre…”

“What?”

“I can’t believe… Why are you being so good to me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sway smiled. She then leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Huh, I thought our first kiss would be something more than that.”

“What?! Pull the car over!”

“Pull over?”

“Pull over!”

I stopped near the exit. Sway stepped out and hurried around to my side.

I stood, looking down into her eyes. We embraced. Our lips met. Our tongues swapped. I felt a fluttering in my chest as we parted. She asked softly, “How was that?”

“It was good for me.”

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JANUARY 25, 2020

MEET UP – MAMA’S DAUGHTERS PARKING LOT ACROSS FROM THE DELUX INN – 1:26 p.m.

Mandy, a pug-nosed, pale-skinned brunette Oompa Loompa, is the bottom bitch for a gorilla named Rosebud.

She was doing incalls at her favorite haunt, the Delux Inn, when she’d hit me up for a hundred sack.

As usual, I’d parked across the street at Mama’s Daughter’s parking lot.

A minute hadn’t gone by when I’d spotted her coming down the stairs from a second-level room near the front of the court, overlooking Royal Lane.

This time, she wasn’t alone. There was a sweet-looking girl close to her side. I sat up, stiffening in my seat as they made their approach.

Mandy rested her elbows across the frame of the passenger door. “What’s up, Andre?” She handed me a roll of twenties.

“It’s all good.” She dug into her bra, snugging the coke under her left tit. “Who do you have with you?”

Mandy turned, fingering the side of her bob, pulling the locks behind her ear. “This is my new young one, Sway.”

Sway stepped forward. “Hi.”

She was absolutely beautiful. Thin with light brown shoulder-length hair. Her silver eyes sat under natural, model-like eyebrows. Below her pointed, turned-up nose were a pair of red, pouty lips. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you… I like your car. Can I sit in it?” She searched for the handle.

“Sure!” I reached, thumbing the release, letting her in.

Mandy was hesitant. “Don’t be long. We have to get back, okay?” She did a three-sixty, scanning before traipsing away.

Sway eyed the cabin, lightly touching the knobs and buttons. She then looked to me. We locked in a stare.

Sway leaned, running her hand up my inner thigh. She unzipped and released me, placing gentle kisses to my chest and torso before taking me deep into her warm mouth. I didn’t last.

She quickly held open her hand, holding it high.

“What?”

“A twenty.”

“Bitch, I didn’t tell you I was some trick!” Sway frowned, looking out her window. Mandy was at the edge of the lot, waiting, watching. I muttered, “Ah, okay.” I placed a forty into her palm. “Now get the fuck out of my car, bitch!”

She did her best, face wrestling with the smirk tugging at the side of her cheek. She stepped out, closed my door, and hotfooted away.

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Later that evening, I got a call from Mandy’s phone. I answered. “You need more already?”

“This is Sway.”

“Hey, Sway… Where’s Mandy?”

“In the room, turning a trick.”

“Oh, okay… So, what’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me? About what?”

“Well… I don’t know how to say this… I, I can’t get you out of my head… And I… It’s like I feel ashamed, but I feel good too.”

“What does that mean?”

“I feel ashamed for sucking your dick like that…but I didn’t think that I would ever see you again… It’s like I wanted to please you… To be a part of you as soon as I saw you…”

“You didn’t really want the coke, did you?”

“No, I don’t do it… Andre… This may sound crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about… I know you probably believe I’m running game, but I’m not. There’s something special about you. I can feel it.

“I just wish that we’d met under different circumstances, you know? I think that we could have had something real. That’s if you would have wanted me…”

“I sensed the same thing about you, too. That there was something special. I was wondering why is such a beautiful girl not with me? Any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“You mean that, Andre?”

“Yes, I mean it. Real talk.”

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear. I just knew you’d know what to say. You’ve reminded me of who I was; who I used to be… You’ve given me life. Because of your words, I now know that I can love and be loved again.

“You know, I didn’t choose this. Mandy and Rosebud got me out here…”

“You were a turnout?”

“But I’m done.”

“You’re talking about right now?”

“Yes. I’m leaving.”

“You’re serious? What’s your plan?”

“I don’t have a plan. I just know I have to leave, and whatever happens, happens. I’m not scared.”

“Where are you going to stay? Do you have any money?”

“I stole some from Mandy. I can catch a room for a few days until I figure something out.”

“Then what?”

“If I have to, I still have customers…”

“And be independent? These pimps out here will eat you alive.”

“Can you protect me? I’ll give you half of everything. I promise. I’ll do right by you.”

“I’m not a pimp, Sway. That’s not my hustle. I’m just a dope boy and nothing else.”

“I understand…”

“What about your family?”

“Rosebud and Mandy…”

“They exposed you?” Sway broke into tears. “Come on, baby. Don’t cry.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to put this on you. I only wanted to talk to you. I swear.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I tell you what. Come stay at my place. Hang out until you get your shit together.”

“You would do that for me?”

“You said you like me, right?”

“Yes! I do!”

“Well, I got you. Meet me down the road at the Race Track. Do you know where it is?”

“I do.”

“Get there as quick as you can. Don’t even look back. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Thank you, Andre. You won’t be sorry. I promise you.”

“Go!”

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JANUARY 24, 2020

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.

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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.

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HOME – 10:12 p.m.

I’d left for Cinepolis to see “The Gentlemen”.

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HOME – 4:46 a.m.

Demi dropped by for a forty.

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Dope Boy Chronicles is 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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