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It was around half past eight when he arrived at The Candy Elephant, a gentleman’s club in Dallas, Texas. A typical Saturday night. Loud music. A crowded room of raucous patrons and scantily clad entertainers.
Sylvia, his favorite mixologist, beamed as he made his approach. “Kyle!” She rose on her toe tips, planting a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t know you were coming out tonight!”
“It’s my birthday tomorrow… Thought I’d start celebrating a little early.”
“You did tell me that! You’re twenty-eight, right?!”
“Yeah, I’m getting old.”
“No you’re not, boy. What are you drinking? First one’s on me.”
“Can I have my usual?”
“Coming up.”
“Hey, stranger.” The mellifluous tone snared his attention.
“Posh!” Kyle turned.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“Wow, you look great.”
Posh stood in an eye-complimenting medium blue sequinned maxi dress. Her silver stilettos matched her rhinestone bracelets, earrings, and handbag. Her platinum blonde locks were styled in a classy updo.
Sylvia placed the drink onto a cocktail napkin. “It’s his birthday.”
“Oh, really?” Posh wrapped her arm across his shoulder, pressing her breasts into his taut athletic frame. “Well, we’re just going to have to celebrate, aren’t we?” She cupped her palm softly to the nape of his neck, drawing his ear close to her lips. “Happy birthday.” Her voice rasped sexily, sending tickling vibrations down his canal, into his neck. “I just got off stage. Let me go and freshen up a bit, and I’ll be right back. I have something to discuss with you… It’s important.”
“Okay…” Kyle stood bewitched, transfixed, watching her swaying hips as she sashayed away.
From his periphery, he noticed a guy a few feet over, staring, sipping from his bottled beer. Just as predicted, he was now making his way towards him. “Wow, bro. I saw that whole thing.” He extended his hand. “Thomas, how are you?”
Kyle returned the gesture, studying the man’s unkempt sandy shag and wide-set green eyes. “You’re going to have to forgive me…”
“We’ve never met, brother. What’s your name?”
“Kyle.”
“What can I get you, Kyle? What are you having?” He looked to Sylvia. “Hey, bartender, get my man Kyle together over here! Put everything on me!”
Sylvia grinned, “It’s his birthday!”
“Happy birthday, bro. Fuck yeah! I have your tab for the rest of the night.”
“You don’t have to do that…”
“Fuck it, man. It’s your birthday!” He paused, scanning. “Hey, you know, that bartender looks just like a young Jessica Alba, like sisters.”
“She gets that all the time.”
“All the girls in here are so beautiful. We have some pretty ones back in West Texas, but not like this. We don’t even have clubs like this. Look at it. That marble and all the beautiful woods, so ornate. Everybody’s dressed nice.
“And look at you, man. You’re tall, good-looking with the long dreadlocks, wearing a suit jacket and slacks. I know how the white girls love the brothers. They can’t wait to give them all their money.” Thomas smiled widely. “Like that beautiful blonde you were just talking to. Who was that?!”
“She dances by Posh.”
“Posh! Oh my god, she’s fucking hot. Just the way I like ’em. Big fake tits the size of watermelons and a nice fat ass that can fit into the palm of my hand.” Thomas leaned in, lowering his pitch. “I’m looking to take one home tonight. You think you can put something together for me? I got cash, brother.” He tugged at his pant pocket, exposing two large wads. “That’s about twenty grand right there, and I have plenty more back at my hotel room. Maybe it could be something in it for you. How ’bout it?”
“I’m not a pimp, Thomas.”
“I’m sorry, brother. I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought you’d know your way around here, that’s all. I meant no disrespect.”
“Just talk to ’em. They all like money.”
“How about some party supplies? Are you on deck?”
“On deck?”
“Anything going on down South. You know. You’re working, right? Shake my hand, there’s a hundo in it? Can I get a hundred worth?”
“What the fuck, Thomas?”
“Relax, I swear I’m not an undercover, bro. I’m just trying to get me a girl and some blow to bring back to my room. I just wanna have a good time, brother. If it’s good, I’ll take whatever you got on you. Do you need to make a call?”
“Thomas… I’m gonna make this real clear for you, aight? I’m not a pimp, and I don’t deal coke. You got that?” Kyle noticed Posh nearing. “There’s my girl. I’ll have to talk with you some other time. Thanks for the drink.”
Thomas traipsed away, tipping his bottle in a silent toast.
Posh paused, “What’s with that guy? He looks like a creep.”
“He came up to me…”
“Looking for coke or pussy?”
“Both.”
“Did you sell him anything?”
“Fuck no. He seems like a nice guy and all… A little drunk, I guess, but I don’t know that motherfucker… He had money, though. He’s got two fat rolls in his pocket. I saw it. He claimed it was twenty bands.”
“Stupid bar trick. He won’t have it long once one of these scandalous whores sees it.”
“Enough about him. Let’s sit down. What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have a glass.”
Kyle beckoned Sylvia, “I’ll have another, and a glass of red for her.”
“Coming up.”
“So, Posh, what’s so important? What did you want to discuss with me?”
“Well, I’m single now.”
“Oh, I didn’t expect to hear that. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be okay, right?”
He took both her hands into his. “Of course you will.”
“Why can’t I find a good man, Kyle? Why is it that no matter how well you treat a bitch motherfucker, he has to do some fuck shit?”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”
“I’ll tell you what happened.” She removed the blush gold iPhone from her handbag, tapping in her code, unlocking it. “I don’t need to call Joey Greco with Cheaters.” Posh swiped the screen, scrolling through pages of images. “I got my bitches all over Dallas. We look out for each other.” She angled the device. “What is this? What does that look like to you?”
“That’s your Maserati…”
“Look at the driver, Kyle.”
Kyle focused, “I don’t understand… That’s not you, is it?”
“Fuck no! He’s got some bitch driving my shit! My fucking brand new twenty nineteen Levante, Kyle!”
“That’s a straight-up violation.”
“This is why the motherfucker can’t pick me up on time. You know how embarrassing it is to be waiting out front when all these bitches are leaving or getting picked up by their folks, and I’m standing there looking fucked up? And look at this… Here he is going into the fucking Denny’s holding the bitch’s hand!”
“What is he doing?”
“I’m making all the money, paying for everything, and this is what the fuck I get? He’s got me all fucked up.”
“Whatcha gonna do?”
“What I did! I put that broke motherfucker out of my house that same fucking night, for good.” Posh tilted the stem, finishing off the wine in three and a half gulps. “Now it’s been a month and I still don’t have a man.” She softened her tone, “I don’t like being alone, Kyle. I really don’t. I hate it.”
“The way you’re looking at me… Like you’re trying to tell me something.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“I see.”
“So, who are you with now?”
“I have a few players on my team, but I’m still missing that strong foundation.”
“Seems like a lot of competition for that spot.”
“That spot has been there for you since the beginning, but you were with…”
“I know… But…maybe I needed it all to play out this way. You know, so I could recognize a good man and not take him for granted.”
“Baby, we’ve known each other for what, four years now? I know your worth, and I know how to appreciate you. I also know that you are the key to my everything, and I could never reach my full potential without you. You’re that final piece where it can all come together.”
Posh’s eyes shone with wonderment. “Together we can build something great, can’t we?”
“Together, baby, we can conquer the world.”
“I mean that much to you? Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything my whole life.”
“Daddy, I choose you.” She closed in, playfully biting his bottom lip. “Let’s take this to the champagne room where we can have a little more privacy.” She stood, taking his hand. “We can make it official.”
Kyle followed, “I would have liked to at least had the opportunity to honeymoon you… Spend some time together and…”
“This is our honeymoon, Daddy.”
They entered the VIP, grabbing a vacant stall near the end of the row. “You got any shit on you?”
“Sure, you can have out of my personal.” Kyle took a seat on the plushly padded leather sofa. Posh drew the curtain closed as he removed a half-filled teener sack from his right sock.
Posh took a seat next to him, watching as he snapped open the Ziploc. “That looks good.” She dug in, scooping a generous bump with her squoval-shaped pinky nail. She carefully placed it under her nostril, inhaling it all in one draw. “Damn! You always have that good.”
“Have another.”
“No…that’s okay. I think my eyeball is about to pop out.” She coughed, sniffed, and snorted as she sorted her stack of earnings.
“What’s that for? I told you I had you.”
“No, this is for us; for you. It’s only eleven hundred right now. That’s all I made tonight. Is that enough?”
“It’s more than enough.”
Posh smiled, lowering to the floor in front of him. “I’ve always wanted to see your dick.” She explored, reaching her hand through his zipper. “Shit, that’s a big motherfucker. Where is the head to this snake?” She gripped a fistful of his manhood, tugging and jerking, finally freeing him. “Mmm, I’m about to…”
Posh gaped wide, taking his stiff phallus to the back of her throat, easing him down deep within her gullet. She searched for his hands, placing them to the crown of her head. She hummed and moaned as she forced him deeper, licking and stabbing his balls with the tip of her tongue.
Kyle didn’t last under the intense pleasure. “Oh, damn…I can feel it already. It’s about to happen… It’s right there, Posh. Oh…fuck! Baby…!”
His body stiffened, his feet stamped heavily without coordination as his dreads flew wildly, spanking his face. He shoved at her shoulders, trying to free himself, but she was locked and unrelenting. “Please, I can’t take any more!”
His begging went unheeded as she emptied him, milking and swallowing his last drops before freeing him.
She looked up, peering mischievously into his relaxed eyes. “Now I’ll have another bump of that coke.”
Following a pair of small salads as an appetizer was the entrée. A surf and turf couple’s special: Tomahawk rib-eye, loaded potatoes, lobster tail with grilled asparagus, and sautéed mushrooms on the side.
Kyle pushed back from the table, loosening his belt. “I thought I was going to want some chocolate cake afterwards, but I’m done. What about you? You want something sweet?”
“That big dick tonight.”
“You’re going to get plenty of that.”
“As much as I want?”
“As much as you can handle.”
“I’m going to wear you out. You just may want to order that cake anyway… For later… You’re going to need all your energy.”
“I’m good. You just worry about you.”
“We’ll see.”
Sylvia approached. “How was your meal?”
Kyle spoke, “Everything was perfect.”
“Can I get you anything else?”
Posh joked, “He wants to order some chocolate cake to take home.”
“No, I don’t.”
Sylvia paused. “What’s going on? What are you two giggling about?” She looked to Posh. “Am I seeing something in your eyes, girl?”
“Maybe.”
Sylvia turned to Kyle. “And you have that same stupid look.”
“What look?”
“That look. What went on back there in the champagne room?”
“Just some dancing…”
“Nah, bullshit. I know what happened. Y’all were fucking!”
“No, we weren’t.”
She turned back to Posh. “Look at me, bitch, and don’t lie. Something happened. What?”
“I’m pleading the fifth.”
“I knew it!” Sylvia screamed with jubilation. “It’s about damn time. I told you that you two would make the perfect couple!”
“Hey, Kyle!” Thomas crashed in. “Good news!”
“Thomas! What’s up?”
“I found me a girl, bro.”
“You did?!”
“Yeah, she’s beautiful.” Thomas pointed. “You see that blonde over there?”
Kyle propped upward. “All the way across the room? The one in black?”
“Yes! What do you think?”
“She’s…” Kyle looked to Posh. “She’s pretty, huh?”
Sylvia cut in. “Who is she? Is she new?”
Posh looked to Sylvia. “She dances by Violet. She’s from out of town.”
Thomas countered, “No, she’s from right here. I already asked her. She lives with her brother in a high-rise downtown. I talked to him on the phone. He’s pretty cool. He’s a dealer, and he’s hooking me up with a half ounce of yay yo, fish scale. A good price too.”
Kyle turned to Thomas. “Where are you doing the deal? Are you going to his place?”
“No, he’s picking her up here, and then they’re going to meet me at my room.”
“Why can’t she leave with you? You have a car, right?”
“I have my rental, but she said that she didn’t want to risk any of the managers seeing her leave with a customer. She might get fired.” Posh, Kyle, and Sylvia eyed each other with circumspection. Thomas smiled warmly. “Come on, relax, everything will be fine.” He quick-glanced the uncleared table. “Hey, you guys look like you just had supper. Let me take care of it.”
“You don’t have to…”
“Sure!” Sylvia stood, shooting Kyle a contemptuous look. “Let me get you a receipt.”
“Ah, don’t worry about that.” Thomas clawed a fist full of loose bills from his pocket. “I got you.” Sylvia eyed with avarice as nine crisp one hundreds fell to the table. “That should cover it. And you keep the change, Jessica Alba.”
“Thank you!”
“And, Kyle, again, brother. I want to apologize for that misunderstanding earlier. I am truly sorry.”
Kyle stood, tightly gripping Thomas’s hand. “It’s all good, brother.”
“Ah, I see what you did there.” Thomas laughed heartily. “Good one, bro.” He gave his final looks to the girls and then to Kyle. “Well, this is it. I’ll be back someday. Don’t forget about me…”
It was the following evening when Kyle, with Posh on his arm, entered The Candy Elephant. He was full of mirth as he held the platinum diamond-clustered Christian cross pendant in his palm away from his chest. “Sylvia! Look what she got me for my birthday.”
“Nice… Really nice.”
“She spent some good money on it, too.”
“He earned it last night.” Posh gazed flirtatiously. “And this morning too…with that big dick. I had to reward him.”
“Sounds like you two had a good time.”
Posh looked to Sylvia. “What’s wrong? Why the long face?
“You haven’t heard?”
“Heard what?”
“It’s all over the news. The police, detectives, vice; they were all here. They just left.”
“What?! Why? What the fuck’s going on?”
“They’re looking for Violet… And you were right, Posh. She was from out of town. They robbed Thomas last night.”
“They? Her and her brother?”
“Her, her pimp, and another guy. It was a setup. They have them on the hotel video going in and coming out of his room, and they got the license plate from the parking lot camera too.”
“What about Thomas? Is he okay?”
“He was beaten and tortured…”
“What?!” Kyle stood from his stool. “He’s got to be at Parkland. Shit! I don’t even know his last name.” He looked to Posh. “Babe, let’s go and see him. Maybe there’s something we can do. We gotta try.”
Sylvia softened, “No, Kyle. There’s nothing you can do. They were killers… Thomas is gone.”
The End
Creole Gaudet
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