Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents)

by Omar Tyree

  His heart was racing while he attempted to stand tall on a new backbone.

  Brenda caught on to his new game and asked him, “Are you saying you’re not gonna give me anything unless I have dinner with you?”

  “What’s so wrong with us having dinner?” he asked civilly enough.

  “Nothing is wrong with us having dinner. I don’t like people giving me ultimatums and shit. And I already told you that I would do it once I got back.”

  Her tone was totally demeaning to a man who had helped her out with more than a couple thousand dollars, so Clarence continued to stand his ground.

  “I didn’t mean for you take it that way. But I guess I’ll talk to you when you have time.”

  “I have time to talk right now,” she snapped.

  He said, “I meant when you’re ready to pick up the money.”

  That made her hesitate to try and figure him out. “I mean, what do you mean, ‘when I’m ready to pick up the money,’ Clarence? You know I’m busy right now.”

  “Yeah, so when you’re not busy, we can go out and talk about everything.”

  “Talk about everything like what? I mean, what are you telling me right now? Spit it out,” she challenged him.

  Clarence finally came out with it and said, “I’m telling you that I’m tired of you running off after I give you what you need. But you can’t seem to have even an hour for me.”

  “Because I don’t have a fucking hour,” she cursed. “Every time I meet up with you, you already know that my day is already mapped out. So what are you talking about?”

  It was no use. The girl was plain stubborn. Clarence figured he should have seen it coming a long time ago. He wasn’t any closer to her than the man on the moon. And the money didn’t mean a damn thing. In fact, it seemed to have made her bolder.

  I don’t believe how much of an idiot I’ve been! he told himself. She doesn’t even treat me like a friend, let alone somebody she’s interested in. I’m just a walking ATM machine!

  Nevertheless, he managed to keep his poise with her. “Well, I’m here whenever you decide to see me. Okay?”

  He was mimicking Maurice’s tone exactly.

  She snapped, “Oh, don’t expect me to call you if you’re gonna treat me like that. Like I told you before, I don’t like when people try to lock me into shit that I already said I can’t do.”

  “Okay, well, I’ll wait for you to come around then,” Clarence told her.

  Finally, Brenda had run out of words to argue back and forth with him. “You know what…? Okay, whatever. I have to go.”

  Clarence said, “All right, I’ll talk to you when you call me.” And that was it.

  When he hung up, he felt full of apprehension about any kind of future relationship with her. But at the same time, he felt relieved. The pressure she had exerted on him had ended. And he could breathe freely again.

  Two days later, getting closer to the holiday break, Brenda called Clarence back. He immediately asked, “Are you ready to see me about everything?”

  She answered, “Yeah, let’s meet at our regular spot. And I need a round trip plane ticket back to BWI.”

  She acted as if they had never spoken about his dinner date proposal just two days ago.

  “You mean over dinner, right? You told me you like Chili’s. We can meet over there.”

  Brenda exhaled loudly over the phone and said, “Please don’t start with that again. We’re friends, Clarence. Friends don’t have to go to dinner.”

  “And friends don’t have to pay for airline tickets either.”

  “What? I always give you your money back for those tickets.”

  “What about for everything else I’ve given you money for? Is that what ‘friends’ do?”

  “Oh, with no problem. I have other friends that give me money when I need it. I mean, not as much, but they help me out when they can.”

  That was the wrong comment to make. Clarence said, “Well, you can tell them to help you out with everything else too, and until you learn to respect me more.” And he hung up on her without thinking. It was a raw passion thing. She had finally taken him to that point.

  Of course, she called his ass right back, only for Clarence to ignore her two return calls. But then he answered her third one.

  Brenda immediately told him, “Okay, we can go to Chili’s. Is that what you want? God!”

  It was only a small victory, but a very hard-fought one.

  All of that just to take this girl out to dinner once. That’s absolutely crazy! Clarence thought.

  But before he could comment on it, she added, “But my boyfriend will probably want to go with me.”

  Clarence’s jaw dropped to the floor at his home. He was totally blindsided. “Boyfriend? Well, how come you never talked about him before?”

  “I mean, what difference does it make, we’re just ‘friends’?”

  Clarence cursed, This motherfucking bitch strung me along the whole got’dammed time! He couldn’t believe it. He even challenged her on it.

  “You don’t really have a boyfriend? Cut that out.”

  She had to be pulling his old-ass legs.

  Then she took the atrocity further. “You wanna speak to him? Hold on.” Before Clarence could tell her no, she put a robust male voice on the line. “Hello.”

  Clarence didn’t want to say a damn thing to him. Was Brenda fucking with him or what?

  I can’t believe this shit! I’ma got’damned FOOL!

  Even if Brenda was joking, the joke had obviously gone too far.

  MOTHERFUCKER! Clarence cursed himself. This is what the hell I get!

  “Hello,” the male voice answered again. Then he told Brenda, “There’s nobody answering.”

  Brenda returned to the line and said, “Clarence, I know you’re still there. What’s wrong? I mean, you’ve been like a big uncle to me. So let’s all go out and eat together.”

  Clarence calmly press the END button on his cell phone and hung up. Then he recited Maurice’s number one rule: “You don’t choose them, they choose you.” And obviously, he had found out the hard way that he had not been chosen by a conniving-ass college girl.

  “Fuck it,” he told himself. “I guess Maurice knows what he knows… And now I know it.”

  MR. DAVID BUTLER SR.

  Three eager young women walked into the downtown offices of David Butler Sr., a popular community activist who ran the Southeastern Empowerment Forum of small businesses and entrepreneurs in Birmingham, Alabama. David was a handsome power figure who could always be counted on to gather an enthusiastic crowd in the city. Recently turning forty-five, many viewed him as the next logical mayor. And although he had not yet announced his official interests in the position, everyone assumed that he would run for office in their next election. So the three excited women walked right up to his secretary at her desk inside the lobby, and inquired about summer internships for college credit in their upcoming senior year.

  “We’re all willing to do whatever you have available for us,” the lead girl, who was the tallest, spoke up. They were all dressed professionally in women’s business suits of various dark material.

  The secretary was intrigued by their optimistic support. But why had they all come together?

  “Well, I could see maybe one or two of you, but all three. What would I have left to do?” she joked.

  The young women laughed it off.

  “You’ll still have your job.”

  “Yeah, and at least you get paid for it,” the other two commented in unison.

  The secretary countered, “Not if everyone shows up to work for free, I won’t.”

  “Well, we could do a lot of things outside of the office, or after hours, while you go back home and chill more with your family or whatever,” the tall leader suggested.

  Everyone knew that David Butler Sr. hosted plenty of evening events. And since all three of the young women desired to be involved in event planning, they figured that mapping out fu
nctions and troubleshooting from the office of the man who may soon become the next mayor of the city was a top gig for experience.

  However, his secretary frowned at their suggestion to replace her evening work. “Chill with my family,” she repeated. “What family is that?”

  “You know, your husband and kids or whatever,” the second young woman responded. She was the shortest and the most striking, with sandy-brown skin and jet-black hair.

  The secretary snapped, “Now wait a minute, I may be older than you all, but I’m not that old. And I haven’t found a husband to have children with yet.”

  “Oh, my bad,” the second one apologized.

  Indeed, the secretary was only twenty-six herself, and she could still hold her own in the dating game.

  “Well, I’ll need to ask him if he has anything extra for you guys to do. Where do you go to school?” she questioned.

  “Alabama State,” the third one answered. She seemed to be the most reserved with the thickest body, a real meat-and-potatoes woman.

  The secretary frowned again. “Oh, there. Well, I went to A&M,” she bragged.

  “We won’t hold it against you,” the tall leader joked on cue.

  Her partners chuckled, but the secretary didn’t seem to find her quip as humorous.

  “And you want an internship at my office?” she asked sarcastically.

  The three young women were stuck for a minute. How would they respond to that? The Alabama A&M rival was obviously in a decision-making position?

  The second young woman finally broke the silence. “I mean, it’s all in good fun. We’re all black schools, and we’re all trying to get ahead and do what we need to do.”

  “Well, you know that David went to A&M too, right,” the secretary rubbed in.

  “We won’t hold it against him either, ” the third woman added.

  The camaraderie had been sucked out of the room. They all felt like walking back out and starting all over again.

  The tall leader announced, “Well, we’re not here for rivalry right now; we’re here for unity.”

  “I bet you are,” the secretary quipped back. She looked to have the last laugh. But just as their conversation seemed to have stalled, David Butler Sr. barged into the lobby while on his cell phone. Robert Clay, his childhood friend and long-time assistant, was holding the office door open for him.

  “Yeah, we’re on our way over there now.”

  The three women were all in shock and bubbled with energy.

  David noticed them as he hung up his call.

  “Ah, who are you?” he asked the tall leader specifically. She was in the most ready position to greet him.

  She held out her hand to him like an honorable dignitary. “I’m Treena Barkley, and these are my friends, Beverly Simpson and Raquelle Freeman,” she addressed.

  They each smiled and shook the man’s hand. He was dressed in his usual sharp suit with a stylish tie, and was groomed for perfection, with a fresh haircut, pleasant-smelling cologne, and a clean-shaven face.

  “You can call me Rocki,” the third young woman greeted him.

  David chuckled. “Well, what can I do for you ladies?”

  “We’re here from Alabama State to ask for summer internships, and we’re all from the Birmingham area,” Treena responded.

  “All three of you want internships?”

  His secretary overheard him and grinned. It was her sentiments exactly.

  “Yeah, we’re The Triple Threat,” Beverly stated. “We work well together.”

  David looked back at his assistant. “What do you think about that, Bobby?”

  Robert shrugged, wearing a sharp suit and tie of his own. But he looked much older than David. “Bobby” looked more like an older mentor.

  He commented, “Put ’em to work.”

  David then looked at his secretary. “C.J., get all their information and let’s see what they can help us out with this summer.”

  “For real?” Treena asked him, surprised.

  “That’s what you want, right?”

  Treena was overjoyed by the speed of his decision. “Yeah, yeah,” she told him excitedly.

  “Thanks!” her two girlfriends chimed in.

  David nodded. “All right, so we’ll see you guys later. C.J.’ll show you around the office.”

  And that was it. The man was out the door as if a hurricane had yanked him out.

  “So…what does ‘C.J.’ stand for?” Beverly asked the secretary after the boss had left.

  Instead of answering her, she held up her nameplate that sat on her desk. It read, “Cheryl Jackson.”

  “Oh, it’s right there.” Beverly felt stupid.

  And away we go, C.J. thought to herself with a sigh. They just made my job three times harder this summer.

  “So, you have no idea what you want them to do today?” C.J. asked David in his office, after nine o’clock the next morning.

  David gave it some thought while he sat behind his large, wooden desk.

  He then blew it off. “We’ll think of something, it’s only day one. Have them run out and buy some donuts and orange juice for the office or something.”

  C.J. held out her right hand and cocked her curvy hips for some money.

  David smiled. “Don’t I pay you enough around here already?”

  “No, not hardly.”

  “Well, get forty dollars from Bobby to do it.”

  C.J. stood inside of his office with the door closed and stared at him for a moment. “Do you want me to get everything I need from Bobby now?” she hinted at him with a smirk.

  David chuckled. “You tell me. What all can Bobby give you that you’ll be satisfied with?”

  C.J. stood for a few seconds and countered, “Watch yourself, Mr. Man. Or you’ll get the trouble that you’re asking for.”

  David chuckled and let the warning die down as his sexy secretary walked out of the room and immediately straightened out her walk in her business suit.

  Treena, Beverly, and Rocki quieted down in the conference room when C.J. returned. She then placed forty dollars on the long, oval-shaped table. “Okay, girls, your first big assignment is to go out and get donuts and orange juice for everyone at the office.”

  Treena looked around at her friends, while Beverly and Rocki giggled.

  “You’re kidding me, right?”

  “No, I am not,” C.J. answered frankly.

  Rocki stood up and was ready to go. “It’s only our first day on the job, Treena. It’ll all come.”

  “I hope so,” Beverly added, still smiling.

  C.J. had nothing more constructive to say to them. “Well, hurry up and get back with it. Maybe he wants to see how fast you can handle it.”

  Beverly nodded. “Good point.”

  Rocki added, “You see where I’m at already. I’m practically out the door. You just do what you’re asked to do.”

  Treena retorted, “Yeah, and with no money,” while she grabbed the forty dollars from the conference room table.

  Rocki told her, “Well, you do the accounting, I’ll do the selecting, and Beverly can do the driving.”

  “Why do I have to drive,” Beverly complained as they headed out of the conference room.

  C.J. shook her head. “I don’t believe he’s even doing this,” she mumbled.

  By that afternoon, David had enough free time to interview each new intern in his office about her skills.

  “So, what would you say are your strengths; leadership and initiative?” he asked Treena, who he had called into his office first.

  Treena thought about it and nodded. “Umm, yeah, I would say so. Yeah.”

  “So, what are your weaknesses; patience and high expectations?”

  She began to smile and looked down bashfully. It sounded as if he had read her correctly before she even had a chance to speak. David had done deals with enough professionals to read them all quickly. It was a major part of his job skill to know who he was dealing with as quickly as p
ossible.

  “Umm…I guess you can say that,” Treena admitted.

  He nodded. “So, I’ll put you in charge of projects and remind you to be patient with your friends.”

  Next he called in Rocki to have a seat.

  “So, what are your strengths and weaknesses; humor, speed, and a lack of detail and stick-to-itness?”

  The question seemed loaded with the answers already.

  Rocki looked at him and grimaced before she grinned.

  “Well, what part of the question do you want me to answer?” she asked.

  “All of it.”

  She paused and tried to gather her thoughts. “Well, I guess I do like to lighten things up with a little bit of humor. And yeah, I just, you know, do what I’m supposed to do. But if it’s something that takes a long time…”

  She smiled and didn’t feel the need to fill in her answer. Then she added, “Beverly is good with that part. She’ll do it until it gets done.”

  David called Beverly in to have a seat in his office last.

  “So, are you the most dedicated?” he asked her.

  She looked into his eyes and felt stunned. Dedicated to what? she thought.

  “Ahh, I guess you could say that. I don’t tend to give up easy.”

  “Oh yeah? So how long have you been with your present boyfriend?” he asked her out of the blue.

  The question threw the young and attractive college student for a loop. She suddenly felt hot and clammy, wondering if he could read her nervous body language.

  She giggled. “Actually, we recently broke up, right before I left school. Honestly, I think he planned it that way,” she added.

  “Well, why would a young guy wanna do that to you? Didn’t he know what he had on his hands? You would do anything for him, wouldn’t you?”

  With that comment, he made the young intern feel even hotter.

  “He, umm…wanted other girls, I guess,” she reasoned.

  “Do you guess, or do you know?” David pressed her.

  She paused. “Umm…I know.”