“Tell her bring her ass on out here… what she back there too high to come out?” I said.
“You give her the quarter right chula? You sell the other three quarters tonight and tomorrow I gonna give you a quarter pound ok? That’s four ounces… you sell it to her for $250 and you keep $50… Imma give you some more weed tomorrow too ok mami?” Jorge said. “Now go get her and come introduce her to me” he said sternly and sat back down.
The weed was some regular shit but it was very light green with hints of dark and light brown here and there. It was regular to the people we got it from but it seemed like all over the South the people thought it was some exotic shit. The fact that it didn’t have many seeds at all helped our cause. We were getting over like a fat rat. We stayed up all night getting shit ready to make a move on a few of the strip clubs. I took a pound and set it down on the table with a six pack of Presidente and we put that fucking shit together right then and there. The bricks were hard and perfectly formed into a square, the pound that sat on the table stunk the whole kitchen of our suite up quick. I took a boxcutter and pressed down into the pound; slicing off strips that I could weigh out. Jorge took the scale out and flipped it over, clicked the switch to grams and we got on our job, taking occasional sips of Presidente. I started cutting the strips into squares of weed. I would drop them on the scale and play with it until I came up with twenty-eight grams then he’d wrap them up in foil… plastic bags were just stinking too damn much. I cut about half of the pound into eggs, took the two left over quarter pounds and wrapped them up individually. Jorge called up some girl he had down there and she came and picked up all but two ounces and made herself scarce. Some other chick was sitting on the flake and of course neither of the girls knew one another nor had they ever seen Jorge or I with the other girl… and that’s key. If one gets herself jammed up well… what else can she fuck up for us? Nothing… and that’s how it’s supposed to be. I really didn’t even want to sit on the two ounces and couldn’t wait until them shits were out in someone else’s hands. Product can’t make you any money sitting around hidden in your stash and that shit had to get up off of us. We don’t get down like that. The last thought on our minds would be to lamp in a hotel with out of town plates, coming and going all times of day and night and have weight in our room. No thanks…
So they both come back out and Heaven introduces her as “Mocha” before they both sit down and start smiling. I was quiet and wanted to see just what Mocha had to say for herself.
“Heaven says you gonna brang me a QP tomorrow before work?” Mocha asks, smiling and looking like she wanted to beg a drink.
“Yeah Imma give it to her and she’ll hit you off with it when she sees you” Jorge said. “How often do you run through a Quarter up in here?” he asked.
“Usually in two days… no more than three… most the girls here buy twenty sacks or quakes every now and then a fifty… yall got some good shit though… for real!” Mocha said, giving Jorge the eye.
I was hoping Jorge he would be cool. The last thing I needed was for her to start fucking him and complicate things. He didn’t seem to be too attracted to her though and I was somewhat relieved.
“Ok cool… whenever you are ready for it just ask Heaven and she’ll hook it up” Jorge said.
“Can I get your numba?” she asked, looking around. “We aint posed to take numbers but if you tell it to me I’ll go in the back and put it in my phone” she said quietly.
“Nah ma… just holla at Heaven… it’s all good” Jorge said, not about to go for that one. Anything she needed she could just call Heaven. Matter of fact anything anyone needed in that club they could call Heaven.
“Oh… ight” Mocha said as if she were greatly hurt.
“Yo… let’s get us some dances and shit” I said, feeling the end of that conversation.
“Yeah… Heaven why don’t you come over here and give me a lap dance so we can talk a bit more” Jorge said, standing up as we walked closer to the stage and sat at a small table.
I was looking for the waitress to see if she could come entertain me. I located her and stuck my index finger up at her and curled it towards me, “Come here for a sec” I mouthed across the room and sat back. She collected the money from the table she was standing at and slowly walked over.
“Can I get you guys something else?” she asked.
“Yeah… I want another Long Island… but why don’t you sit for a minute if you can?” I asked, definitely trying to get to know her better.
“Ok… well we not really posed to but Ill go get your drink and come sit for a minute and chill” she said, seemingly glad to be invited over.
“Thanks… bring another drink over for my man here as well please” I said, smiling as I leaned back and tapped the table in front of me with my fingers.
There were three dancers catering to the men at the edge of the stage. One was bent over at the very front of the stage butt ass naked, spreading her cheeks and allowing a customer to smack her ass with one dollar bills while he got a close up of her insides. Another slim dancer was on the side closest to us and she was seated on the trimwork of the stage leaning over with her tits hanging in some guys face. Her legs was wrapped around his waist and he seemed like he was very comfortable there. She eventually let him up for air and he quickly slid a five dollar bill under her garter belt. She quickly kissed his cheek and moved on. Precious was not on the floor at that time and I assumed she was in the back changing or smoking. Didn’t matter to me… I expected the waitress to come back any minute and she quickly walked over and set the drinks down. I was already pulling out money as she did so and she folded it up and set it on top of her tray. She looked around for an extra chair and pulled it up next to me.
“Whats up?” she said, in an extra perky tone.
“Having a little fun… what’s your name miss?” I asked.
“Shavon” she said sweetly.
“Hmph… you look like a Shavon too. Every woman I have ever known name Shavon has been sexy as hell” I said smiling. “Pardon me for being so blunt” I quickly tacked on, she looked embarrassed at first.
“Ohhhh… a good girl” I said quietly, smiling and leaning forward. “I didn’t mean to mke you blush” I said, sitting back in my chair.
“I was just wondering if you would tell me a little about yourself Shavon… I would much rather do that then sit up here and wonder about you all night” I said, taking a sip of my drink.
She laughed, “Wonder about me all night huh? Seems like yall aint lacking for attention tonight” she said sassily, gesturing with her hand to the stage area.
“But YOU… are sitting here talking to me right now” I said, smiling. “Right?” I asked, setting the drink back down.
“I guess” she said, blowing her breath and acting salty.
“Anyway… I’d like to get to know you better if I can… ya know… if you’re not too busy worrying about who else is trying to talk to me tonight” I said, letting her know that now was the time to get off that bullshit.
“Well… Imma get in trouble if I sit here too long but you can call me if you’re serious” Shavon said.
“Definitely… what’s that number Miss Shavon?” I asked, pulling out my phone.
She quietly told me her number and stood up, “Call me” she said and quickly walked to the bar.
“Don’t you worry your little self… I WILL” I thought to myself.
As soon as she got to the bar two strippers came from the back that I had not seen before, I assumed they were from the night shift and I knew that things were about to get much more lively.
“Hay! Can we offer you a dance?” they both asked simultaneously.
“Well DAMN!” I shouted, “tag teaming me huh?” I asked, smiling very hard. “What a set off… yeah your fine asses can dance for me… shit… get it in action” I said, leaning back in the chair about to enjoy this treat. I looked over at Jorge and Heaven and Jorge was doing a lot of talking… I knew that he was explaining some things to her and I saw that she was listening very carefully. “Whenever you’re ready!” I shouted to the sexiest one of the two.
“I know… we just waiting on the next song… wanna make sure you get your money’s worth” she said, grinning as she turned around and threw her hands in the air above her, spinning slowly so I could see all that sexy body.
“Uhh huh” I said, thoughtfully. “Very nice… you aim to please huh?” I said, grinning devilishly.
“Sure do” the other one replied, as she started dancing. She moved closer to me and threw her leg over my shoulder and rotated her pussy in my face. I wasn’t too crazy about that but I let her do her thing. She soon stopped and turned around and bent over. She was a pro ass clapper that was apparent from the onset. She had a big Buffie the Body ass and thighs that looked like she spent every morning doing squats, lunges and flutter kicks. She had honey blonde hair and it was long too… midway down her back. A cute little mole on her cheek and some dark green eyes.
“I would maul that pussy” I snarled to myself, as I quietly enjoyed the show.
Her buddy had been leaning up against my chair, clapping her ass and occasionally spreading it and showing me her pussy. It was too much to bear.
“Look here… let’s turn this into a VIP dance” I suggested, standing up.
“That’s going to be fifty” the thickest one said.
“Ight” I said resigning myself to spending it.
Normally we made it a point not to spend much more than three-hundred dollars a night. One hundred ones goes pretty fast if you get ten dollar table dances, twenty dollar lap dances and tip the stage. Not to mention the girls that come around and beg tips just for being in the club. We could easily spend one hundred on drinking a piece so I didn’t really like to get wrapped up with one chick and just splurge on her. “Fast money spends quick” they always say but I tried to keep it in check. Considering the fact that we would not be back inside the club much more after the first visit it was cool. Heaven would make it so we didn’t have to come through the club a lot and make ourselves hot. We could pay her a visit when she needed something or have one of our people do it and she’d just give him our money.
“You girls made your tip out yet?” I asked, smiling as one grabbed my hand and led me onto a very plush couch in the VIP room.
“Yep… we only gotta tip out fifty a piece” one replied.
“Ok good… I don’t want yall trying to rush me out of here” I said, laughing as I sank into the couch and pulled them both on top of me.
“Tonight after work… I want you to come see me at the hotel and we will talk some more. I will give you a scale and show you how to use it so nobody can cheat you and shit” Jorge told Heaven.
She would be meeting us at a hotel but not the one we laid our head in. That’s another lesson we learned the hard way. She could think that’s where we were staying if she wanted to but she would never know exactly where we were. That way if she ever got any slick ideas and tried to have some of the local goons come see us there would be nothing to bear.
“You eat beans ma?” Jorge quietly asked her.
“Naw… I mean I know some of the girls in the club pop beans but I’on fuck with no damn E pills… I done seen too many people get on some other shit after fucking with that shit” she said, as if she were offended he asked.
“Cool… it’s cool… I was just asking… cause you know I can give you some too” Jorge suggested.
“Well shit… yeah… they love to roll up in here” she said, smiling. “How we gonna do it?” she asked curiously.
“How many people be poppin’ em?” Jorge asked, hoping to hear something good.
“Shit… I seen one night where a chick had bout forty and they were all gone in like… two hours” she replied.
“Word? Damn… ok” Jorge thought for a moment. “Imma give you fifty double stacks tomorrow with the QP” he said quietly. “Now don’t get scared but that’s a thousand dollars mami” he said looking her directly in her eyes so she understood. “Weed is one thing… beans is another… I give you a grand worth of pills and Imma want my money” he said loudly. “Fifty double stacks is twenty a pop… you can either keep fifteen to sell for yourself or whatever but I want seven hundred dollars back from you plus the two hundred for the QP before we do anything else” He said seriously. “Now if you fuck up… I’m not going to come looking for you and shit… but if you fuck up I not going to fuck with you anymore and you’ll be cheating yourself… we clear? He warned her.
“I hear you… I mean” she paused for a moment, “I’m trying to make money… if I don’t sell them all I will give what I can’t sell back to you… I aint trying to run off with yo shit or nothing man” she said, offended that he would suggest something like that.
“Look mami… Heaven… I not trying to be an asshole… this is business… I just have to let you know up front where we are at. I not going to sit up here and blow sunshine up your ass about my money… I just want an understanding so you can never say I never told you… You do what’s right… and we never have no problems” he said, sitting back and lifting his glass.
