Tears of a Hustler 2

by White, Silk

  “I understand,” Nancy said as she reached out and tapped Knowledge’s arm. “We gon just chill right here.”

  “What!?” Knowledge said, looking confused. “We bout to go straight to V.I.P., you know how we do!”

  “We’ll be over there in a little while,” she lied. “Me and my girl about to hit up the dance floor,” Nancy said as she rocked back and fourth to the beat.

  “A’ight, you want me to send a bottle your way?”

  “Nah, that won’t be necessary. We straight,” she told him.

  “A’ight, I’mma be right over here if you need me,” Knowledge said as him and Shorty snaked their way through the crowd.

  “Prime time, what’s goodie?” Knowledge joked as he gave G-money, then Pauleena a pound.

  “G-macking and g-stacking,” G-money replied smoothly. “How did that other thing play out?”

  “Like taking candy from a baby,” Knowledge smiled. “Got that bitch ass nigga for 20 stacks,” he said, not mentioning the 30 thousand that him and Shorty took off the top.

  “When is that old school ass nigga going to realize he can’t see me?”

  “When you kill his ass!” Pauleena cut in. “That’s the type of nigga that every time you see him, it’s going to be a confrontation. And that’s not good for business.”

  “That nigga don’t want no problems with us,” Knowledge said, helping himself to a drink.

  “Oh yeah? What do you think Suge would say about that?” Pauleena said as she got up and walked off, not waiting for a response.

  “Yo where you going?” G-money called after her.

  “I gotta pee,” she yelled over her shoulder as Malcolm and two other Muslim brothers escorted her to the ladies room.

  “Man! That bitch don’t know nothing about the streets,” Knowledge said once Pauleena was out of earshot.

  “She knows more than you think,” G-money said as hegrabbed a bottle of champagne, popped open the cork, and took a deep swig. “She’s a straight go getta.”

  “Speaking of go getta’s,” Knowledge paused briefly to take a look at the ass of some Spanish chick. “I picked up Nancy and Coco on my way over here.”

  “Say word?” G-money said in disbelief.

  “Dead ass, they over there,” Knowledge said, pointing towards the two sexy divas.

  “Why you ain’t bring them over to the V.I.P. section?”

  “I tried but Nancy said they was good on the dance floor,” Knowledge explained.

  “I’ll be right back,” G-money said as he got up and headed towards where Nancy and Coco stood.

  One of Pauleena’s Muslim security guards cleareda path through the crowd as G-money followed closely behind him like a running back.

  “Ahw shit,” Coco sighed. “Here this nigga come.”

  Nancy looked up and saw G-money approaching. “Long time no see,” she yelled over the bumping music.

  “What’s goodie?” G-money smiled, opening his arms for a hug.

  “You,” Nancy replied as she slid in G-money armsand gave him a hug.

  “Yo let me holla at your girl real quick. We got everything in the V.I.P. section,” G-money said as he watched Nancy squeeze through the crowd heading for the V.I.P. section.

  “So what’s good?”

  “Nothing!” Coco replied in a nasty tone.

  “The terminator is over there. Why you ain’t over there with him?” G-money said, pointing towards the V.I.P. section on the other side of the club.

  “Because I’m not,” Coco growled, still feeling the effects of getting played.

  “Well you’re welcome to join me and the fam if you want,” G-money offered.

  “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m cool right here,” Coco answered, looking down at the floor.

  “Why the fuck you acting like this for?” G-money asked, clearly disappointed.

  “You know why,” Coco yelled as her eyes got watery. “We both out here dealing with people we don’t wantto deal with, because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants!”

  “That’s what this is about?” G-money asked looking in Coco’s eyes.

  “That’s what it’s always been about Gerald,” Coco said, trying to make a point. “I ain’t never been with one guy my whole life until I met you. You changed my whole way of thinking. For once in my life, I felt loved,” she sobbed.

  G-money looked at Coco’s make up running down her face from the tears and felt bad for her. “You wantto give this another try?”

  “I want to, but I know you ain’t never going to change.”

  “We going to make this work,” G-money smiled warmly. “What ever happened in the past is the past,” he told her.

  “Okay, I missed you so much daddy,” she sobbed burrying her face in G-money’s chest.

  “I missed you too,” G-money said cupping Coco’s ass while he hugged her, drawing lustful looks from some of the club goers nearby. “Let’s go get us a drink,” G-money exhaled as the two headed for the V.I.P. section.

  Knowledge and Shorty eased their way threw the crowd searching for something to slide, when Knowledge saw a familiar face. “Yo is that the Terminator right there?” He asked, pointing towards the V.I.P. section.

  “Hell yeah that’s that bitch ass nigga!” Shortyreplied, heating up the already hot situation. “What’s good, you want me to clap that fool?”

  “Nah, you wilding. That shit will get Pauleena’s club shut down,” he reminded Shorty. “But I am going to go over there and say hello,” Knowledge said, unable to drop the fact that another man had knocked him out cold.

  Rodney sat next to The Terminator entertaining a couple of young tenders, when he noticed two men heading for the entrance of their V.I.P. section. “Whooooa, whoooa can I help you brothers?” Rodney asked, stepping in front of the two men.

  “Yeah you can start by moving the fuck out of myway,” Knowledge huffed as he attempted to brush past the six-nine monster.

  “Nigga is you crazy!?” Rodney barked as he grabbed Knowledge by the throat and shoved him back a few feet. Before Rodney could release his grip on Knowledge’s throat, Shorty had already had his revolver trained on the big man. “Put ya motherfucking hands up,” he warned.

  Rodney looked in the young man’s eyes and could tell he wasn’t bluffing. Knowledge quickly regained his balance and snatched his 9mm from his waistband. “What’s up now big man?” He said in a calm voice as he proceeded to bash the big man’s face in with the burner, while Shorty kicked and stomped on the big man’s ribs until four big bouncers came running over to break up the fight.

  Pauleena sat in the V.I.P. section having a wordwith Gmoney, when she noticed people on the dance floor shift to one side of the floor. “Somebody over there getting itpoppin,” she said, shooting to her feet.

  “I hope it’s not one of our peoples,” G-money said, looking for Coco and Nancy just in case they had to make a quick dash for the exit.

  “More than likely it is,” Pauleena said, standing on her tip toes trying to see over the crowd. Seconds later, Pauleena and G-money saw a bouncer escorting Knowledge and Shorty out of the side door of the club.

  “I’mma go check on them. I’ll be right back,” G-money whispered in Coco’s ear as he headed for the exit. Once again, the Muslim guard cleared a path while G-money followed close behind.

  Once G-money was gone, Pauleena sat right next to Nancy. “So you’re Ali’s fiance huh?” She asked, looking Nancy up and down. “Yeah is that a problem?” Nancy asked defensively.

  “Not at all sweetheart,” Pauleena said as she crossed her legs getting more comfortable. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Pauleena,” she said, extending her hand.

  “Nice to meet you,” Nancy said as she shook her hand with little to no effort.

  “And I take it you’re G-money’s girl,” Pauleena said, facing Coco. “Or at least one of them,” she smirked.

  “No, I’m his main bitch sweetheart,” Coco shot back, rolling her eyes.

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nbsp; “I bet you are,” Pauleena chuckled as she helpedherself to another drink.

  Coco sucked her teeth. “Listen bitch, I don’t know who you are but you better watch your little mouth or else,” she warned.

  “Or else what?” Pauleena asked as she slid her .380 from her handbag and stood over Coco. “Yeah you ain’t talking that tough shit now,” she chuckled. “Don’t let the dress and heels fool you. I will abuse both of ya’ll bitches up inhere.”

  Nancy and Coco shot Pauleena nasty looks, but neither one said a word.

  * * * * “Yo what happened in there?” G-money asked. “I saw that bitch ass nigga, The Terminator and I made a move,” Knowledge said louder than he had to.

  Before G-money could respond, The Terminator came storming out of the club with a security escort escorting him and Rodney to their limo.

  “Bitch ass nigga,” Knowledge said under his breath as he watched The Terminator being escorted out of the club like a coward.

  “Listen you going to have to slow down with allthat wild, wild west shit. Its motherfuckers probably watching us right now,” G-money said, looking over both shoulders. “If you gonna do something, do it wisely; not with two hundred witnesses around.”

  “Yeah you right. My fault, I wasn’t thinking,” Knowledge said, giving G-money a pound.

  “A’ight, ya’ll be safe. I’mma get back inside before I freeze to death,” G-money joked as he headed back inside.

  The whole time, Jimmy sat parked six cars down chain smoking, while keeping a close eye on his target. Little did Gmoney know, but Jimmy wasn’t his only problem. A white van sat parked at the other end of the parking lot, watching Gmoney’s every move. Seven Jamaicans sat in the white van; each man holding an automatic weapon.

  G-money bopped back towards the V.I.P. section to get his jacket and grab Coco and Nancy. When reached the V.I.P. section, he noticed both Coco and Nancy had frowns on their face. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

  “Your friend over here pulled a gun out on us and we don’t appreciate it,” Nancy said with an attitude.

  “Who Pauleena?” G-money asked in shock.

  “Yeah that bitch right there,” Coco snarled, pointing at Pauleena.

  “Yo what’s good? My fam said you backed out on them. What’s that all about?” G-money asked, approaching Pauleena.

  “Awh, I was just fucking with them bitches. It ain’t about nothing,” Pauleena said nonchalantly.

  “Well don’t fuck around like that,” G-money said firmly.

  “I got you G. I was just having a little fun, it won’t happen again,” she said as she gave him a hug and akiss on the cheek.

  “A’ight I’m about to breeze. Call me tomorrow,” G-money said, using his thumb and pinky to make a phone with his hand as he walked off.

  Once outside, Coco was still heated. “If that bitch ain’t have that gun, I would of gave her a work out.”

  “Let that shit go,” G-money said as his driver pulled the Yukon up to the curb.

  “I’m going to follow you,” the Muslim security guard said as he walked in the direction of his vehicle.

  “A’ight I’mma wait for you,” G-money said, looking over both shoulders before he slid in the passenger seat of the Yukon. Once the Yukon pulled off, the Muslim security guard followed close behind in a Honda.

  Jimmy sat patiently as he watched the white vanquickly pull off in pursuit of its target.

  Jimmy smoothly flicked his cigarette out the window as he threw the car in gear, and continued to follow his target around until the time was right.

  Chapter26 BackHome

  “Make that ass clap for me,” Big Time instructed as he laid back on the motel bed watching the dark skin stripper shake her ass for him. The stripper sucked her teeth as she did what she was told to do. She hated her job, but she had to do what she had to do for that paper. She didn’t look at herself as a prostitute; more like an entrepreneur.

  “Yeah that’s what I’m talking about,” Big Time mumbled as he stroked his penis openly. “Come over here and get this vanilla outta me.”

  The dark skin stripper loved to suck dick, but not when the dick belonged to a two hundred and sixty pound pig. “You sure you can handle that daddy?” She asked, looking at Big Time for a comment.

  “Bitch get over here and suck this dick,” Big Time growled. “You talk too damn much; I don’t pay you to talk.”

  Big time was a big, black, ugly muthafucka. He sported a beard like the rapper, Rick Ross. He may have been big and ugly, but his long paper kept him with a bad bitch.

  The stripper took Big Time’s whole dick in her mouth as she slowly guided her head up and down, the whole time making a loud slurping sound. She then spit on hisrod and sucked it off. After about 20 minutes of sucking, Big Time couldn’t take it any more. He had to get a shot of that pussy. “Bring that ass over here,” he demanded as he rolled a condom on his dick.

  The stripper seductively licked her lips as she climbed on top of him, straddling her legs on each side of him as she slipped him inside of her. “Damn daddy…” she sighedas she began riding his dick slowly.

  Meanwhile, outside in the hotel parking lot Roy sat in an old station wagon, along with two of the finest women Pauleena could find for the job.

  “So what you need us to do?” Jessica asked, looking at herself in the compact mirror she held in her hand.

  “All I need ya’ll to do is grab the attention of those two stiff’s right there,” Roy said, nodding towards the two bodyguards who stood by, guarding the door.

  “That’s it?” Jessica asked, looking at Roy like he just said something in a different language.

  “Take care of that and I’ll do the rest,” Roy said, sliding his hands in a pair of black leather gloves.

  “Watch us work,” Jessica said as her and Keisha slid out of the station wagon.

  Roy watched closely as Jessica and Keisha made their way up the stairs and over towards the bodyguards.

  “Damn why you ain’t tell me these niggaz was gonbe so fine?” Jessica said outloud as her and Keisha approached the two bodyguards.

  “Whoa, whoa where ya’ll think ya’ll going?” Theno neck bodyguard asked sternly.

  “This room 42 right?” Jessica asked sarcastically. “Big Jah sent us over for the party.”

  “Nah, its not no party over here sweetheart,” No Neck said, hungrily eye balling the two half naked womenwho stood in front of him.

  Once Jessica and Keisha had the two bodyguards’ attention, Roy made his move. He tossed his hood over his head, screwed a silencer on his 9mm, and slid out the station wagon, taking the steps to the other side of the building. He had moved with the swiftness and silence of a cat hopping up the steps.

  “What you mean its no party over here?” Jessica rocked back on her heels. “Me and my girl came here to put on a show, and we don’t get paid unless we perform,” she placed her hands on her perfectly curved hips. “So somebody better tell us something.”

  “Listen I don’t know who told you it was a party over here, but they lied to you,” No Neck said hypnotized by Jessica’s large breast that threatened to spill out of her top. “But I tell you what,” he moved in closer. “I get off like around two. So if you give me your number, I’ll be more than gladly to pay you and your friend to perform,” he said with a smirk.

  Meanwhile, Roy eased up behind the two guards. His arms were fully extended and locked in place at the elbow; with both hands he gripped the 9mm tightly. “HEY!” he said in a calm tone. Before the two bodyguards could turn around, a bullet pierced through both men skulls, killing them instantly. Roy was about to tell Jessica and Keisha to go back to the car, but they were already three steps ahead of him. He watched both of their fat asses jiggle as they hurried down the stairs.

  * * * * Big Time felt himself getting ready to cum as the dark skin stripper’s big titties bounced and slapped himin the face. Just as Big Time was coming, he heard the room door bust open. “What the fuck?” He gro
wled as he bucked his midsection, tossing the stripper off the bed. He desperately reached for the .357 that laid on top of the night stand. Big Time quickly jerked his hand back as a bullet grazed his knuckles. “Fuck is this all about?” Big Time asked, looking up at the hooded man.

  “You know what this is about,” Roy spoke calmly. “Pauleena gave you simple instructions; stay on your side of town and we won’t have no problems. But no, you wanna be a greedy muthafucka,” Roy said as he emptied his clip in the big man’s chest.

  “Damn! It’s about time you got here. I was just about to throw up,” the dark skin stripper said as she scooped her clothes up from off the floor and hurried out the room.

  Back in the station wagon, Roy made the engine come to life and then pulled out of the hotel’s parking lot.

  “Damn, all that action just turned me on,” Jessica said outloud, wiping some make believe sweat from her forehead.

  “I couldn’t tell by the way you took off back there,” Roy joked.

  “Fuck that! I ain’t getting killed for nobody,” Jessica said as she spat her gum out the window.

  “Shut your mouth or either put something in it,” Keisha teased from the back seat, tired of hearing Jessica talk nonsense.

  “That’s not a bad idea,” Jessica said seductively as she unzipped Roy’s zipper.

  “What you doing?” Roy asked, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

  “I’m about to make you cum in less than four minutes,” Jessica replied as she stroked his dick with her hand.

  “I got a hundred you can’t make him cum in lessthan four minutes,” Keisha challenged.

  “I got a hundred on that too,” Dark skin said,jumping in on the bet.

  “What? Ya’ll bitches must of forgot who I be,” Jessica said, looking at the two ladies in the back seat. “Let me know when to start.”

  Keisha waited for about 20 seconds. “Okay now!”

  “With that being said, Jessica dove in head first; bobbing her head up and down, going about two hundred miles an hour as she sucked the shit out of Roy’s dick. The station wagon swirved slightly as Roy lost control of the wheel for a second, as he filled Jessica’s mouth with his fluids. “Oh shit,” Roy whispered.