Tag: Dope Boy Chronicles

HOME – 9:46 p.m.

After the girls had gone, I thought back to a couple of years ago when people feared a gas shortage. There were lines all over the city.

The stations took full advantage of this. They gouged deep, almost doubling their prices. After that, I’d made sure my tank never saw below half.

My mind raced, and paranoia began to set in. I wondered what would happen if the virus actually hit Dallas? People would no doubt panic.

Would the police or National Guard be patrolling the streets, enforcing a curfew, or maybe even a shutdown?

Where would that leave Sway, Cami, and me? How would we make it? What about food and supplies?

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WALMART – 9:52 p.m.

I was towing two carts, picking everything from every aisle that I thought would be a necessity.

Before it was over, I’d actually needed three carts and assistance to the waiting Lyft driver, who helped me load it all into his SUV.

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HOME – 11:37 p.m.

The room now looked like a small mom-and-pop corner store.

There were nearly sixty packs of tuna, over one hundred cans of assorted Campbell’s soups, large packages of rice, beans, pastas, and snacks of all sorts.

I’d also picked up medicines for colds, flus, body aches, cuts, and bandages of all types. Having taken photos of Sway’s and Cami’s personal items, I’d stocked up on those too.

Overall, I estimated we would be good for at least six months.

After a long, hot shower, I hopped into bed and turned on the TV. I checked my phone. Sway had left a message saying that everything was going well and that they would be working after hours in the VIP.

It was four fifty-nine when I was awakened by Sway crawling under the covers as she snuggled next to me. “I see you’ve been to Walmart.”

“Oh, yeah… I was watching…”

“About the virus?”

“Yeah. I was thinking that we should stock up.”

“You bought the whole store. We don’t even have a kitchen anymore, baby?”

“I know… I want to go and look at some places tomorrow, or today, you know what I mean?”

“An apartment? Yes… Cami’s going to love that too.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s right there in her bed.”

I leaned up. “Oh… How’d she do tonight? Did everything go as planned?”

“Yes, she did well.”

“Good…”

“How about you, daddy? How are you doing?”

“I’m okay.”

“I’ve been neglecting you.” She reached below, groping and massaging me. “I haven’t fucked you in a while.”

“That is true. But we’ve been so busy…”

Sway turned, giving her back to me. She lowered her panties. “Baby, I think I’m ready to take that dick in my ass.”

She spat into her hand, coating my tip. My erection was instant. She parted her cheeks. “Get it, Daddy.”

I pushed up against her entrance. “I’m going to go easy, okay?”

“Yeah, don’t shove it in me. It won’t work like that.”

“I’m not…”

I began to enter. “Owe… Is it in? How far is it?”

“That’s just half the tip.”

“Fuck! You’re not even… It feels like a foot!”

Sway slid below, taking me into her mouth. She slowly sucked and stroked me, licking and squeezing my balls. “You ready for some pussy?” Sway mounted. With her palms to my chest, she rode me deep.

Cami sighed loudly. “So you two are going to fuck just like that? Right in front of me?”

Sway looked to her. She grinned. “I have to take care of my man, bitch.”

Cami turned, pulling the pillows over her face.

“Andre, I’m about to come on that dick! Fuck!” Sway fell onto me. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, her pussy gripping my hard. “Fuck, I was so fucking turned on.”

She again took me into her mouth. With two hands, she pumped me as she swirled her tongue in circles around my head. “I’m about to…” Sway moaned and hummed. “I… Fuck! That’s it!”

Sway shut her eyes, squeezing them tightly. “Yeah, bust that nut all over my motherfucking face! Mmm, that sweet cum is so fucking delicious.”

It was too much. I shoved her away, retreating to the edge of the bed.

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GALLERIA – 3:29 p.m.

“Here’s thirty-five…” I handed the stacks to Sway. She quickly dropped them into her bag. “Get Cami whatever she needs and take her to the Apple store and let her pick out an iPhone.”

Cami grinned. “An iPhone?! Sweet!”

“I know you two are going to be all day… I’ll be walking around, window shopping, I guess.”

Sway laughed. “Okay. We’ll look for you when we’re done.”

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It was a few hours later when I’d found myself seated in Bachendorf’s with a Submariner on my wrist. I always wanted one as an entry-level everyday watch, but I had to keep my priorities in check. I had a family business to run.

The saleslady was very patient and professional, even suggesting payment plan options. I thanked her for her help.

As I exited, Sway and Cami were standing, waiting.

Sway smiled. “Watches, baby?”

“Just looking, that’s all.”

Cami cut in. “What were you looking at? A Rolex?” She peered into the store.

“Yeah, but not right now. We have to make sure you two are together first. Those watches will still be there.”

I looked to Sway. “How’d we do?”

She handed me five one hundreds. “Not bad, there were sales too. She got a lot of shit.”

“Did you get anything for you?”

“Nah, nothing caught my eye.”

We watched as Cami entered the store, approaching the saleslady. “What is she doing?”

“She’s just super-friendly like that, that’s all.”

“I’m hungry. What about you?”

“I’m starved. I’m sure Cami is too.”

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KNOCKOUT SPORTS BAR – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 7:16 p.m.

We were seated, having our usuals, when Sway received a text. “It’s the club, Cami. Your customer is coming back in tonight. He wants to see you again.”

“Really? He wants to see me?”

“Yes, Holly’s going to text me with the details… He may want you to go out of town or something.”

“Huh?!”

“I guess on a trip, maybe…? Hold on, this is her now.” Sway scanned. “He’s going to Vegas this Saturday, and he wants you to go with him.

“It pays twenty thousand with ten up front tonight.”

“Twenty thousand?! That’s a lot of money, Sway! What do I do? I don’t know what to do?”

“You want to go?”

“I don’t know. How long for?”

“Saturday and you’ll be back on Monday. Three days.”

“I don’t even know him like that.”

“He’s a VIP member in good standing. I don’t think they would send you with a crazy motherfucker.

“He may not even want to fuck. He probably wants an arm-piece while he gambles and hangs out with his friends or associates or whatever.”

Cami grinned. “Like a bitch that just looks good and don’t say shit.”

Sway laughed aloud. “Exactly! Keep your mouth shut, bitch, and you’d better not make eye contact with any other motherfucker in here with a dick because it’s going to crush my ego and you’re going to be on the first flight out!”

Cami looked to me. “What do you think, Daddy? Should I go?”

“I think you should do what you think is best. You’re eighteen, but you’re smart. You can handle yourself, right?”

“I can.”

“Alright. That’s that.”

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HOME – 9:17 p.m.

I was watching the world news as the girls prepped in front of the mirrors, adjusting their hair and putting final touches on their makeup.

“I’m seeing this virus shit again, Sway.”

“Huh?”

“The virus I was telling you about.” She came over, resting a hand on my shoulder. “It’s getting worse. Like that shit is a global health emergency now. Three thousand people have died already.”

“Here?”

“No, around the world.”

“That’s fucking crazy… Do you think it’s coming?”

“I’m sure they’ll do something to try and contain it. But how do you stop a virus? Unless you have a fucking vaccine… And they’re saying that will take more than a year to make.”

“Crazy…”

“If it hits here like in China and Italy, they’re going to have to shut everything down.”

“What does that mean?”

“Like…the whole country. Everything. We’ll all have to stay inside and not be able to leave the house.

“That means that nobody will be able to go to work… No sports, no restaurants, no clubs. You won’t be able to work either. Wherever you have to be around a lot of people, they’re going to shut that shit down.

“We have to think about this, Sway. Really think.”

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HOME – 2:31 p.m.

We’d sacrificed a larger TV and a king for two queens. There was no kitchenette. I’d be missing Sway’s cooking for now.

We were on the top floor. I went to the window, drawing open the curtains to check the view. Sway and Cami were setting up, placing clothes in the drawers and filling the bathroom cabinets.

I found the remote and took a seat at the desk. I looked to Cami. “What do you think? Is this okay?”

“I’ve never lived this well in my entire life.”

Sway cut in. “Really? Not even coming up?”

“Girl…” Cami paused. “You don’t know my story, do you?”

“You never told me.”

“As much as we used to talk?”

\Sway took a seat on the bed nearest the entrance. “I guess we never got around to it. Tell me.”

Cami sat opposite. “Where do I start?”

“Wherever… Where are you from?”

“Lufkin. I grew up in Hudson Place MHP. Sounds fancy, doesn’t it? It’s a shitty trailer park where I lived with my mom and her boyfriend.

“He was a meth dealer. She was a meth head…”

“Oh, Cami. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It gets better. I lost my virginity at twelve. Guess to who?”

“Please no…”

As her voice weakened, I lowered my head. I turned away. Cami continued. “That motherfucker started coming into my bedroom… I used to fight him… I know my mother heard what was going on.”

“She didn’t do anything?”

“As long as she could get high, she didn’t give a fuck. I was so ashamed, I stopped going to school… I never even finished seventh grade, Sway.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I started dreaming every night about running away to Dallas… That would be my escape, you know? Get a fresh start. Put the past behind me. I would get a job; any job. Not stripping or whoring… I could have worked as a server in a restaurant or something, and I would have been happy.

“As long as I was able to take care of myself and have my own place. That’s all I ever wanted.”

“So you decided to make that move?”

“Yeah. I was coming home from the store when I saw police cars driving towards the park. I slowed down because I just had this feeling they were going to my house.

“My mom got charged with first-degree felony manufacture and or delivery of a controlled substance. Her man was charged with the same, plus a Class C misdemeanor possession of drug paraphernalia.

“They had over ten thousand dollar bonds each. I was always told that if they got arrested that I was to call the attorney and to get the cash buried in the back yard and to give it to him.”

“You took the money?”

“Yup. I got a Greyhound and came here to Dallas that night.”

“That was smart.”

“It was until I met my pimp, who I thought was my boyfriend.”

“Where’d you meet him?”

“At the Greyhound station.”

Sway giggled. “Naw, huh? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh.”

“I know.” Cami smiled. “It’s fucked up, right? This motherfucker must have seen me coming. He pulled up in his car with those big wheels. He was cute. He offered me a ride, and instead of sticking to my plan, like a dumb ass, I got in.”

“Where did you two go?”

“To get my room. He brought me, treated me like a princess. No matter what I wanted or needed, he was there for me.

“He made love to me, Sway. I didn’t even know what that felt like. I didn’t even know I could feel that way.

“A few days later, he said that he’d told his mother all about me and how happy she was to finally see him with a good girl. I was so excited to one day meet her.

“He was so fucking sweet. He kept telling me how beautiful and pretty I was. After my mom’s boyfriend… After all that, I never even used to look at myself in the mirror anymore.”

“You are beautiful, Cami.”

“Thank you.”

“So what happened? When did shit change?”

“I was going to pay my rent for the next week, and I went to my suitcase and all my money was gone. Even my wallet with my ID and my cell phone. Everything.”

“Shit!”

“He swore that he didn’t take it and that he never even knew that I had that kind of money. He said that it must have been one of the ladies from housekeeping.

“He then started a big argument with the hotel manager, threatening him, and they kicked me out.

“And that’s when shit changed. He brought me to The Anchor and got me a room. As soon as the sun went down, Sway, he beat my ass and put me on the stroll.

“Every night if I didn’t make at least fifteen hundred, I got my ass beat. I didn’t even know what I was doing. Every night, fifteen hundred. You know the competition out there on Harry Hines. Whores all over the fucking place.”

I softly interrupted, “Well, Cami… That’s all over now… I know there’s nothing I or Sway can say that will ever take any of that away. But I hope that it’s… You can maybe look at it as a setback…where you were… I’m trying to say it the best way I can…”

“I understand. But, I’m a ho and I know it.” She laughed along with Sway.

“But you can always do something else, though. You don’t have to be.”

Cami leaned toward me, filled with mischief. “Nah, I want to ho…for a good daddy that’s going to treat me like a good ho should be treated.”

Sway tossed up a high-five. “Right?!”

“I got some good pussy that can make some good money, and I want to put it to use to get that Bentley.”

I shook my head. “Okay, I’m done. Both of you are fucking crazy.” They roared with laughter.

I stood. “Sway, call us a Lyft. Let’s go to the Galleria and get this girl together.”

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“Set shit off, huh?”

We all took the sofa in front of the pile of cash Cami had laid out on the coffee table. “How much we got?”

They pored through, edging, facing, and counting. Sway looked to me. “This will probably be about sixteen hundred right here when we’re done.”

“That’s from both of you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s pretty good…. You know, I was just thinking. How about we take that and get another place?”

“That sounds good.”

“Demi may just be talking shit, but I’m not feeling it. I’m not feeling it at all. Besides, we need more space for Cami. She should have her own bed and somewhere to put her things.

“And speaking of things. Once we get settled in tomorrow, let’s take her shopping. She shouldn’t have to be sharing. Let’s get her some outfits and some makeup… You know, all the lady things… It’s going to be tight, but I’ll throw in some cash with this…”

The girls were full of mirth. Cami looked to Sway. “Are you going to tell him?”

“You can tell him if you want.”

“I want you to tell him.”

“Go ahead, tell him.”

“Will somebody please tell me whatever it is?”

“Get it, Cami.”

“Okay…” She reached into her purse and pulled five stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills wrapped in wide rubber bands and handed them to me. “What do you think, Daddy? I mean, Andre.”

“Fuck!” I passed them back and forward from one hand to the other. “What’s this? Where’d this come from?”

“That’s all Cami. I had nothing to do with it.”

“You made this all by yourself?”

“Yup.”

“She told the customer that her ex-boyfriend was drunk and wouldn’t let her drive, and crashed them into a pole and nearly killed her.

“He felt bad when she pulled her hair back and showed him the swelling.”

“And he gave her this to what…?”

“It was to help pay some of her bills until she could get back on her feet. She told him that she was a packer at Amazon and had lost her job.”

“So let me guess… You started dancing…because you couldn’t find work anywhere else…blah blah blah…”

“Yup!”

“He has to be rich.”

“He’s got a lot of money, Daddy… I mean, Andre. I’m so sorry. I’m just used to…”

“Do you want to call me daddy?”

Cami shook her head. “Yes, I would love to.”

“Can I have a hug?” Sway leaned back as Cami reached across, stealing a kiss from my cheek.

I looked to Sway. She smiled. “See?”

“Yeah… I see, Sway… I see.”

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FEBRUARY 5, 2020

HOME – 12:48 p.m.

I awoke, looking towards the fold-out, and it was empty. I peeked next to Sway, and there was Cami.

When I came out of the shower, the two were awake. “Okay, ladies… Who’s ready for move day?”

Sway looked to Cami. “I am. What about you?”

“Yes!”

I joked. “Maybe we can save some money by getting another room with only one bed.”

Cami, seated in the recliner, dropped her head. “I was lonely.”

Sway consoled. “It’s okay. There was plenty of room…” She grinned. “But you can’t get dick from my man… Not yet, bitch.”

“I know… I know the game. We have to get that Bentley first.”

“There you go.” Cami sighed, scanning me from head to toe. “He’s fine, bitch. I know. You want to see what’s under that towel, don’t you?”

“Can I?”

“You brought in five racks. I guess you can have a peek.”

Sway teased her way over, standing behind me. She tugged with her index. “Come here, bitch.” Sway reached around to the front of my towel, opening the flap, exposing my semi erection.

Cami’s eyes widened as she knelt before me. “Damn! His shit is huge!”

“That motherfucker hits the bottom of my pussy every time, girl.”

“It’s so fucking thick!”

“Yes! That was my first thought when I saw it.”

Sway grabbed my sack and shaft, shaking me in her grip. “That’s fucking all man, Cami. Look at it. Sniff it! Smell it!”

“Mmm, it looks so good.”

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