Tears of a Hustler PT 1

by White, Silk

  “That bitch ass nigga talks too fucking much. I hope his bite is louder than his bark,” Debo said once he and Rell were back in the whip. “He was stunting back there but, what fool can’t watch over the block,” Rell said splitting open a Dutch. “But he should be able to handle that block, if not we’ll just replace him,” Rell said shrugging his shoulders.

  “Aight cool, but what’s up with that bitch ass nigga, G-money,” Debo asked with ice in his tone. “I’m ready to get at that fool.” “Who Gerald,” Rell chuckled. “We ain’t gonna kill him just yet ,that’s soon though. First we going to hit that clown where it hurts the most.” “And where’s that,” Debo asked confused. “We gonna hit his pockets first,” Rell said as he sprinkled the crunked up spliff in the Dutch. “Getting into a man’s pockets is worse than shooting him. Plus once you in his pockets, his mind is next, then once we in his mind he’s a dead man walking. Trust me, I got this whole shit already planned out,” Rell said giving his partner a wink.

  For the past five years Rell sat in his cell coming up with the master plan, and now was the perfect time to execute his plan.

  Chapter 15

  THE NIGHT LIFE

  “Ahwww shit,” Eric mumbled under his breath, as he noticed G-money followed by at least fifteen thugs behind him. “What’s going brother, how you feeling,” Spanky asked giving the strip club’s bouncer a pound followed by a hug. “I’m cool,” Eric replied emotionlessly. “We not gonna have no problems in here tonight are we,” the big bouncer asked focusing all his attention on G-money and his entourage. “Nah baby, we chilling tonight,” G-money assured the big man as he slipped a hundred dollar bill in his hand.

  “Okay gentlemen, ya’ll enjoy yourselves tonight,” the bouncer said letting the group pass through the velvet rope, and enter the club. Once inside the strip club, G-money and his entourage took a seat and enjoyed the show one of the strippers on the stage was putting on. “Damn that bitch’s ass is stupid fat,” Skip said out loud as he watched the stripper do a hand stand, and pop her pussy at the same time. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby you earning this money,” G-money yelled as he tossed a hand full of one’s at the sexy dancer. “You see shorty right there is about her paper,” he boasted to the rest of his crew.

  Meanwhile Spanky just sat quietly on the sideline until he saw the person he was looking for. Christie came from the dressing room wearing nothing but a sky blue thong, and a pair of sky blue stiletto’s to match. Her meaty thighs along with her fat ass caused every man in the spot to redirect their attention to her goodies. Christie wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either, she had a pretty face and a hustler’s tongue.

  “What’s good with this lap dance,” G-money asked flashing a hand full of singles. “Boy move out of my way,” Christie said as she playfully pushed G-money to the side. “Heeeey baby,” she said poking out her full lips that were covered in strawberry lip gloss as she bent down and kissed Spanky on his lips. “Hey baby, how you feeling,” he asked. “I’m feeling much better now that you’re here,” she replied as she took a seat next to Spanky and held his hand.

  “Yo what time you get off,” Spanky said jerking his hand loose to look at his watch. “You see that’s the shit I be talking about,” Christie huffed then sucked her teeth. “Every time you come in here you act like you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.” “I am embarrassed! You know I don’t want you shaking your ass in front of all of these perverts. I make enough money so you don’t have to do this,” Spanky countered. “You hear what you just said? You make enough money; that’s your money. You make your money how you do, and I make mines how I do, you feel me?” “No.” “Baby your missing the whole point. If you were to leave me today I would be good. You know why? Because I make my own money, and I like having my own, plus I don’t like what you do for a living and I don’t see you quitting your job,” she said sarcastically.

  “Listen, I didn’t come here to argue with you,” Spanky said pulling Christie closer to him. “You know I love you right,” he asked in a hushed tone. “Of course I do. Baby I promise I won’t be working at this job much longer.” “Thank you Jesus,” Spanky said playfully.

  Spanky and Christie had been together for four years. Spanky hated the fact that his girl friend was a stripper, but what could he say, she was a stripper when he first met her. Christie wanted to stop stripping a long time ago, but just wanted to save up enough money just in case anything ever went wrong. Depending on a man was one thing Christie vowed she would never do, especially after growing up watching her mother have to do some wild things because she didn’t have her own. Christie promised herself she would never be like her mother.

  “Aight baby let me go make this money,” Christie said as she kissed Spanky on the cheek. “Hold up baby I got something for you,” Spanky said discretely handing Christie a brown paper bag. “This feels a little different,” she said noticing the package felt a little heavier than usual. “Yeah that’s double right there,” Spanky said looking both shoulders suspiciously. “Can you handle that?” “I can handle anything you throw at me and I do mean anything,” Christie replied raising an eyebrow. “I’m a see you later on tonight big daddy,” she said as she disappeared to the other side of the club.

  G- money sat sipping on his cup of Hennessey as he watched his crew make it rain on the strippers. His soldiers worked hard, so he enjoyed watching them have a good time. G-money’s thoughts were interrupted when a stripper approached him from behind.

  “You look like you could use some company,” the stripper whispered seductively licking her lips. “Now that you mentioned it, I could use some company,” G-money flirted after taking one look at how big the stripper’s ass was. Without hesitation the stripper bent over and started shaking her ass in G-money’s face. The stripper’s ass cheeks were so fat that each time she shook her ass it made a loud clapping sound. “That’s what I’m talking about,” G-money said with a thirsty look in his eyes as he stuffed single after single in the young woman’s thong.

  After chilling in the strip club for about forty minutes Spanky had seen enough. “Yo I’m about to breeze. I’m a holla at you tomorrow,” he said as he gave G-money a pound, then made his exit. “Aight bet, scream at me tomorrow,” G-money said redirecting his attention to the fat ass in front of him.

  * * * *

  When Spanky finally made it home, he quickly took off all of his clothes and hopped into the shower. Twenty minutes later, Spanky hopped out of the shower and was quickly caught off guard as he heard Ne-yo humming through his living room speakers. Instantly Spanky reached under his bathroom sink, and pulled out the .380 he had stashed there. He slowly stepped out of the bathroom, making sure he tiptoed not to make any loud noises. When Spanky reached his bedroom, he opened the door cautiously only to find Christie spread out across his bed butt naked.

  “What the fuck you doing here,” Spanky asked lowering his gun. “What does it look like,” she replied seductively spreading her pussy lips apart with her two fingers.

  Spanky quickly sat his gun down on the dresser as he made his way over towards the bed. “I been thinking about my dick all day,” Christie whispered as she continued to play with her pussy in front of her man. She could see the hungry look in his eyes. Spanky quickly got on the bed and started kissing on Christie’s thighs. It wasn’t long before he made his way up to her sweet spot. Christie let out a loud moan when she felt Spanky’s tongue hit her clit. Every time she tried to pull away, Spanky would pull her back down with his tongue moving a thousand miles per second. Christie wasn’t allowed to leave, until she came five times. Her pussy was so wet that she could feel her upper thighs feeling wet and sticky. She slowly removed Spanky’s towel, and was happy to see that his dick was already hard. She quickly pushed him on his back and climbed up on top of him. Christie’s pussy was so wet that Spanky’s dick just slid right in with no problem. She then planted her feet on the bed and rode Spanky’s dick like it was a new motorcycle for the r
est of the night.

  Chapter 16

  YOU CAN’T LOSE IF YOU DON’T PLAY

  Nancy sat in the house bored as hell. She had been watching Lifetime movies all day, and was sick of watching T.V. She was also still mad about not having a job, but the three thousand dollars Ali had given her came in handy. She made sure she spent the money wisely. Ever since Nancy read that letter, she couldn’t keep her mind off of Ali. He was so sweet, but at the same time Nancy knew he had to have a mean side to him because of the type of business he was into. But that still didn’t stop Nancy from wanting to get to know him better.

  “Should I call him or not,” Nancy asked herself looking down at her stomach. “Fuck it dinner can’t hurt,” she said as she picked up the phone and began dialing the number he left in the letter.

  * * * *

  Ali sat in his office along with Big Mel watching a video of Spanky’s next opponent. “You see them Spanish mother fuckers don’t be caring if they get hit, as long as they get in one good hit,” Ali said studying the Spanish man on the tape. “This Spanish guy is tough,” Big Mel added rubbing his chin. “As long as Spanky trains how he’s suppose to, he’ll destroyed this clown,” Ali said nonchalantly knowing his little brother’s skills were way better than the Spanish man’s. “Yeah, but this Spanish mutha fucka got a lot of heart and a good chin,” Big Mel said as he reached for the ringing cell phone on the table.

  “Who dis,” he barked into the receiver not recognizing the number. “Hello, may I speak to Ali please,” a soft voice asked on the other end. “Who’s calling please,” Big Mel asked lowering his voice a notch. “Could you tell him it’s Nancy please?”

  “Hey boss man it’s some chick calling for you named Nancy,” Big Mel said with his hand covering the receiver. “Yeah let me get that,” Ali said reaching for the phone. “Hello,” he spoke smoothly. “Hey what’s up?” “You tell me beautiful. I’ve been waiting for you to call,” Ali said in his best mac daddy voice. “Ummm…I was calling about that offer you made me in your letter.” “And what offer is that? I make a lot of offers,” he told her. “The dinner offer you made me,” she reminded him. “I made you a dinner offer,” Ali asked dumbfounded. “Never mind, maybe I got the wrong number.” “Okay, okay I was just fucking with you,” he said before she hung up. “You pick whichever restaurant you want and that’s where we’re going.” “Well I don’t really go out too much, so I wouldn’t know a good restaurant if it slapped me in the face.” “I know the perfect spot, start getting dressed and I’ll be over there to pick you up at nine o’clock. Is that okay,” he asked. “Sure, that will be perfect,” Nancy answered looking at her watch that read eight twenty. “Okay I’ll see you then,” Ali said ending the conversation.

  Nancy hung up the phone with a huge smile on her face. Fucking with a loser like Dave for so long, Nancy almost forgot what it felt to be treated like a real woman. It didn’t matter anyway because Dave was old news and Ali was looking like a prince in shining armor coming to rescue her.

  Nancy stood in front of her mirror, applying her make up when she heard a light knock at the door. She quickly glanced at the clock on the wall that read ten after nine. She put one more coat of lip gloss on before she headed to the door. “I thought you got lost for a second,” Nancy said stepping out into the hall way. “Nah, sorry I’m a little late but I had to take care of something before I came over here,” Ali said pulling a dozen roses from behind his back. “These are for you.” “Ahww thank you,” Nancy said blushing. This was the first time any man had ever brought her flowers. “They’re beautiful.” “Beautiful flowers, for a beautiful woman,” Ali countered.

  “Give me one second, let me go put these in some water,” she said stepping back inside the apartment. Seconds later she returned, still blushing like a little school girl. When the two stepped out of the building, there was a light breeze flowing as they made their way to the curb where the Range Rover awaited them. Once the couple was in the back seat, Big Mel put the pedal to the metal.

  “So where are we going,” Nancy asked not able to hide the excitement on her face. “It’s a surprise,” Ali answered popping open a bottle of champagne. “That’s cool, I love surprises.” “I’m pretty sure you’re going to love this one as well,” Ali said filling his glass up to the rim.

  As Ali poured the champagne into his glass, Nancy noticed the gun sitting in Ali’s shoulder holster. At first she wasn’t going to say anything, but she knew if she didn’t ask the question would haunt her all night long. “So what’s the gun for,” she asked suspiciously. “What you mean,” Ali asked not understanding the question. “I mean we only going on a date, is the gun really necessary?” “Very necessary,” he answered downing his drink in one gulp. “Why does me having a gun bother you,” he asked. “No it doesn’t bother me, I just don’t see the point.” “Listen sweetheart, since I was young I’ve always been told it’s better to have a gun and not need it then to need a gun and not have one,” Ali stated plainly. “So do you take a gun everywhere you go?” “No sweetheart, I take two guns with me where ever I go,” he answered honestly. “Okay, to each its own I guess,” Nancy said dropping the subject. “Shit, if I sod drugs all day to a bunch of thugs I guess I would carry a gun everyday too,” Nancy said to herself as the Range Rover came to a stop.

  Ali made sure he helped Nancy out of the truck as they made their way into the restaurant. Once inside the restaurant the host greeted Ali with a handshake. “Right this way,” he said in a weird accent as he lead the couple to a table all the way in the back. Nancy was shocked when the host lead them to a table with two lit candles on top.

  “Is everything okay,” Ali asked noticing the strange look on Nancy’s face. “I’m cool, I just never had a candle lit dinner before,” she said honestly. “Well there’s a first time for everything,” Ali whispered softly as he pulled out Nancy’s chair her.

  As the couple sat down looking over the menu, Big Mel sat close by keeping an eye out for anybody or anything that looked suspicious. “So I take it you don’t get out much,” Ali asked looking over the menu. “Not really,” Nancy answered quickly as the waiter approached the table. “Are ya’ll ready to order,” he asked. “Yeah, I’ll have the lobster dinner,” Nancy answered. Handing the waiter back the menu, then winked at Ali. “I’ll have the same thing,” Ali added handing the waiter back the menu. “Oh and can you bring me a bottle of champagne, and some water for the lady.” “Coming right up,” the waiter said politely as he headed back around the corner.

  Once the waiter was out of ear shot Ali continued with his conversation. “So why is it that a pretty lady like yourself don’t go out much?” “Well I’m going to be honest with you, my last boy friend was very abusive.” “I’m sorry.” “What are sorry for? Its not your fault that he’s an ass hole.” “I meant to say I feel sorry for him. If I ever catch that faggot,” Ali said with a chill in his voice.

  Nancy was happy when she saw the waiter approaching the table. She hated talking about her past, every time she did, all of the hurtful things Dave did to her came back to haunt her. “Before we eat, I would like to make a toast,” Ali said filling his glass with champagne. “To us and our future, the past is the past,” he said raising his glass. “I will definitely drink to that,” Nancy said as she grabbed her glass of water and held it up in the air. “To us and our future,” she said as the two glasses clinked. Once dinner was over, Ali pulled out Nancy’s chair like the perfect gentleman, and escorted her back to the vehicle. For the entire ride home the couple didn’t say a single word to each other, instead Nancy curled up in Ali’s arms as the two listened to Alicia Keys humming softly through the speakers.

  “Ya’ll lovebirds wake the fuck up. We got some company,” Big Mel yelled over his shoulder as he noticed the cop car lights flashing in the rearview mirror. “Damn these mutha fuckas ain’t got nothing better to do,” Ali huffed sitting his glass of champagne down. “Yo pull this mutha fucka over.” Seconds later two red
neck officers came strolling to the vehicle shining their flashlights inside the vehicle.

  “What seems to be the problem officer,” Big Mel asked uninterested. “License and registrations shit head,” the officer barked shining the bright light in the big man’s eyes. Big Mel slowly reached for his wallet, and removed his license and the card Detective Nelson gave him in case him or Ali ever got pulled over or arrested. “Here you go officer,” Big Mel said placing the card on top of his license.