A Hustler's Son II (6 page)

He moved fast! I’ve dealt wit’ confident men in my day but none as presumptuous as he. But I liked it. I liked it a lot! He made my work easier.

“I guess I gotta play wit’ my game
after
I play wit’ you.” He winked, added my game to his pile and paid for our purchases. We made our way past a few customers and out the door.

“Here you go, man,” he said throwin’ four C-Notes on a bum who was lying on the ground outside of the store. “Get yourself somethin’ to eat.” The bum took the cash but appeared be frightened as he collected the money.

“That was nice,” I told him. Personally I ain’t think the bum deserved shit. If a bad bitch like me had to work, so did this washed up ass bum!

“It’s nothin’,” he advised as his black driver opened the door to the most beautiful-ist silver May Bach I ever saw in my life! “I do what I can. Money ain’t shit but paper.” He boasted. I was so captivated that I was about to slide inside the car without my things.

“My bags are still in that town car,” I said worriedly looking back at my driver. He parked behind us.

“I got you,” he said as he moved in the cab’s direction. “You just get your fine ass in the car.” I smiled and obeyed. Damn I love his style! He smooth as shit!!

He walked back to the cab and paid his fee. He must’ve paid the cab driver better than I would have because his scowl was instantly replaced with a huge smile.

“You already did,” I said referring to the cab driver and the game he purchased in the store. “I know what kind of man you are. You only make smart investments and I’m as smart as they come.”

“Do you always take rides wit’ strangers?” He didn’t wait for my response. “Take me to Kecia’s!” he yelled to the driver. “I know she trippin’ hard by now.”

I wondered who Kecia was but didn’t bother asking. She had to be family if he was taking me around her. And as long as the bitch didn’t trip when I walked through the door wit’ him, everything was cool.

“You okay?” he asked with his cool melodic voice. “You want anything to drink?” While he spoke, I focused on his lips…then that mole. Damn he was fine.

I could always get a feel for what a man wanted once in his presence. That has been my gift from day one. Like right now, I know this man likes control and a challenge. From the moment he told me that I was comin’ wit’ him, ‘til the time he paid for my purchases, his actions made it clear.

“Not a problem, sir,” the driver said as we floated from the park position. “I’ll get us to your sister’s house in no time,” he continued, maneuvering in the busy traffic.

He wrapped his arm around the back of my seat and stared at me. He let me know without words the plans he had for my body. And depending on how he acted, I might be willin’ to oblige. We were having light conversation when his phone began to vibrate.

“Hold on,” he said staring into my eyes. “It’s my sis. I gotta tell her I’m on my way now before she keeps blowin’ my shit up.”

“Go ‘head,” I said softly.

I remained silent and imagined how our evening would begin and end. It would
probably
start with me on top of him riding his dick and end with him screaming my name. As thoughts of sex flooded my mind, he undressed me with his eyes. I was still in a daydream until I saw the look on his face. Something changed as quickly as flippin’ a light switch from on to off.

“Nigga, you ain’t doin’ shit!” the person yelled on the phone. The voice sounded male and I was sure it wasn’t his sister like he originally thought. “Just get the fuck over here and bring my cash! Or this bitch and her son dies!” I heard that. Clearly. And the grin on my face was wiped clean. Suddenly I began to realize I met my new friend at the wrong time. And all I could think about was…
Damn
.

Monday, 7:22 pm

****

Real men don’t say they are. It just is.

-Kelsi

Tonight was the night and one of two things was goin’ pop off. Either I’d conquer what I came to conquer, or I’d kill one of ‘em, lay low, then hit the other one later. I played this event out over and over in my head, so I knew it would work. It had to. There wasn’t shit left to do ‘cept execute my plan. My plan was simple. Stop the cash flow they received from their operation. Pitch Jarvis and Kyope against each other, and kill ‘em both…slowly.

Wave’s,
a strip club in Harlem was almost packed and I could tell most of the people inside already knew each other. A few dudes moved freely from table to table politicin’, while strippers circled them lookin’ for the most vulnerable and drunk prey. In the background T.I’s, “
Watch What You Say To Me”
, blasted on the speakers and it put me in the mood for what had to be done.

I got there early so I could sit in my normal spot, a few seats over from the VIP section where Kyope and his crew normally chillled. Jarvis
never
came to the spot wit’ him. My foot tapped against the grungy floor as I waited for the moment they’d arrive. To waste time, I focused on the baddest strippers in New York as they hopped on poles like monkeys on a tree.

Orgasmic, my partner in crime, and one of the dancers nodded to me acknowledgin’ that she was prepared to help me carry out my plans. Although I ain’t know much about her and she ain’t know much ‘bout me, I knew she was a ride or die chick. She ain’t ask a lot a questions. I sold her a fake dream and purpose and she bought that shit, hook, line and sink. In her mind, I was tryin’ to get put on with Kyope’s drug organization and I needed her to do it. I knew even less about her. But before I appealed to her, I did know she was preparin’ to quit Waves after gettin’ into it wit’ one of her co-strippers. The bad thing about it was, I knew more ‘bout why she got into the altercation than she did.

A month ago I went to Waves. I knew from my research that every Tuesday and Friday, Kyope and his squad would be there. After ‘bout a hour of chillin’ I saw Orgasmic come out the dressin’ room screamin’.

“Jewels, you stole my money, bitch!” Jewels is a tall dark skin stripper who was overprotective of a large green leather purse she carried ‘round like it was a third titty.

“Bitch, I ain’t steal shit! I got my own cash!”

“Then why you steal mine?!”

“If you felt I was a thief, you shoulda got another money collector while your fat ass was bouncin’ ‘round on stage! Cuz everything in my bag,” she said tapping it twice. “I earned. And if you don’t get outta my face I’ma beat your shit in,” she said pointin’ in Orgasmic’s face. Everybody laughed which encouraged Jewels even more. “Sounds to me like you not hot as you thought you was redbone,” Jewels continued. Jewels and her stripper friends continued to laugh and instigate the situation.

“I’m betta than you, you ugly black, bitch!”

“Please! You wish you could get rained on as much as I do when I step on the stage!” Jewels boasted.

“Bitch, I ain’t tryin’ to hear that shit! Ya’ll think just cuz I’m from Atlanta that ya’ll can take advantage of me, but that ain’t goin’ happen! I’ll wreck anybody in here…by…myself! I don’t give a fuck who it is or how many of ya’ll it is!”

“Don’t do this, O,” Jelly, one of the oldest strippers in the club said. She was the only one that O conversed with. And just like O, she couldn’t stand Jewels. They called her Jelly cuz everything on her body shook. Gut included.

“Naw, Jelly…this, bitch got me fucked up!” Orgasmic screamed pushing Jelly out of the way. “And I’m ‘bout to show her how we get down in the ‘A’!”

Orgasmic walked up to her and pushed Jewels back toward the bar. And even though Jewels had about a foot on her 4 foot 9 inch frame, O ain’t care. I had to give O her props ‘til out of the blue Jewel came down on her face with a drink glass from the bar O’s eyes widened as she felt the damage to her face once it slit a little.

“Bitch, you really do got me fucked up!” O screamed.

Wit’out delay O wailed on Jewels. I guess she felt she wasn’t doin’ enough damage, cuz she pulled a stun gun out her purse and tazed that bitch several times in the face and neck. The other ho’s rushed to the scene throwin’ Orgasmic’s small body through the air and on top of some wooden chairs. Jelly tried to stop O from gettin' back up but she was on a mission. Her small frame allowed her to move quickly. They wasn’t time enough for her and she couldn’t be stopped. Part of me wanted her to get away so I could see how lil youngin’ wrecked.

A few niggas watched but ain’t none of them help. I had my reasons for not gettin' out my seat too. I wanted O to be mad enough to do what I needed done. I peeped her long enough to know that stealin’ tips would not be tolerated and off limits.

“I’m ‘bout to kick your ass, bitch!” O screamed.

“Bring it on!” Jewels yelled raisin’ her ashy fists in the air.

Not backin’ down, O kicked off her classic stripper glass heels and ran toward Jewels. Jewels not expectin’ her to get up as quickly as she did, had her back turned as she picked up her bag from the floor. She slept on lil’ shawty and had her guards down. She paid for that mistake too.

Huddled in a group wit’ some other strippers, Jewels laughed ‘bout how she got out on O. They all stuck together and I could tell O wit’ her country accent felt out of place. But my jaw hit the floor when I saw O leap onto Jewels back like a human book bag. Wit’ her fingers in Jewels’ eyes, she pressed into the sockets ‘til blood was drawn. Only when Jewels begged her to stop, did she slide off. And even then she ain’t stop hittin’ her in the back of the neck. The shit was hilarious!

Wit’ bare feet, O pulled on Jewels’ red thong. The niggas was drunk in the background cheerin’ her on. But what I saw next made me choke on my drink. Once O got Jewels thong off, a dick fell from between Jewels legs. The entire club went silent. That would explain why Jewels never removed her thong in the few months I been comin’ to the club. I ain’t think much about it cuz it’s ass was so huge, I let it slide. Now I felt like bringin’ the sun down on this bitch. I would have if I ever beat my dick to her image when I was alone. Luckily for her I didn’t.

“Now niggas know what’s
really
up wit’ you, bitch,” O said, slappin’ his loose dick against his thigh wit’ her hand. “Ya’ll can have this dirty ass club! I’m outta here.”

Jewels stood silent and embarrassed, later runnin’ in the back wit’ his friends followin’. O gathered her things and exited the club.

That’s when I followed. Walkin’ barefoot on the sidewalk, O rustled to get one shoe on and then the other. Her glass slippers clicked against the sidewalk as she talked to herself.

“Fuck this place! I ain’t dealin’ wit’ this shit no more!” She cried wavin’ her arms. “I ain’t gotta be here! I’m betta than all this shit!”

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” I questioned walkin’ cautiously a few feet behind.

“No!” she responded not even takin’ the time to look at me. “I’m sick of this shit. Get one of them otha bitches to fuck you cuz I don’t get it in like that anyway.”

“Let me take you home!” I told her.

“I just told you it ain’t that kinda party wit’ me,” she removed a sweater from the large silver beach purse she kept on her shoulder. Still she hadn’t looked my way.

“Hold up, Shawty,” I called out again. This time my voice was more authoritative. “I need to rap to you!”

She turned around saw it was me and smiled. I knew she had been tryin’ to holla at me ever since I showed up at the club…but I brushed her off. It wasn’t ‘bout sex wit’ me even though I would’ve fucked her a long time ago. Shawty was bad as shit. I was on a mission and needed things to be done in my time. And now it
was
time. She stopped in her tracks and walked toward me. I did the same.

“I saw what happened back there and I’m sorry. That’s fucked up how she or he did you. You aight?”

“I’m good. Them bitches got me fucked up though,” she said loudly as if she wanted them to come out again so she could fight. “I’m from the south and we don’t play that bullshit. It’s cool though,” she shrugged her shoulders tryin’ to be tough, while she tried to get a look at the cut on her face in the store window. “I don’t need that spot no more anyway. I’m just mad cuz she got me for my rent money!”

“I feel you. But since you leavin’ here anyway, might as well make some dough first.” Silence.

“Make some dough wit’ who?”

“Me?”

She laughed and said, “Where your stripper outfit at? In your back pocket?”