The Legend of Johnny Hustle: Crown Me King (10 page)

“What do you mean felt for the tumblers?”

“Every lock has cylinders or tumblers.  When I was in high school, I discovered that I have a gift of being able to feel the tumblers move.  Don’t ask me to explain it.  I can open any run of the mill safe, if I have the time.  I did my homework and found out that the U.N. has to have what they call, ‘petty cash’ available for diplomats leaving or coming into the country.  This is just in case something happens.  Throughout the building, there’s quite a few of those petty cash safes.  It just so happens that I bumped into one.

“And that’s petty cash?”  I asked

“Hell yeah!  Can you imagine what it would look like if a consulate or Prime Minister of a powerful nation needed real cash and the government told him it wasn’t available?  America is not gonna allow their reputation of being the richest country in the world go down the tubes.  That drawer was rinky-dink, so I guess by morning, everything over there is gonna change.”

Red picked up all of the bills and walked into my bedroom. She spread the cash on the bed, took off her gown, and got naked before saying, “In the meantime, I want to celebrate by you riding me until the girls come home.”

13

Cashmere

              On Thanksgiving morning I stopped Joy and Roxy from going out.  I sent all three women down to the spa for a full hair and body treatment.  When Joy came back, she had a short haircut like Red’s.  With the make up the stylist applied, she couldn’t recognize herself.  For the whole morning it was, ‘Daddy this, and daddy that.’  It was impossible for me to do anything on my own, including brushing my teeth.  Since Joy started working out with Red and Roxy, and gave up the Twinkie diet, her weight dropped off by the pounds.

              Joy and Roxy ran around like little children.  It was the first Thanksgiving they had in a place where they wanted to be.  I told them all to get dressed.  Like a father giving his children a treat, I took them right outside our front door to watch the Macys Thanksgiving Day parade.  For all the years the three women were in Midtown, they had never stopped to watch the parade.  As the balloons and floats went by, Joy yelled, “Ooooo, that’s nice.”  The only thing missing was little Mimi.

              By the afternoon, I ordered a festive layout of food.  Everyone was excited.  It was Joy’s first Thanksgiving dinner.  It had been over eleven years since Roxy had a decent holiday meal, so she was excited and wouldn’t stop kissing all over me.  After pleading, demanding, and threatening physical harm, I forced Red to call Dallas so she could talk to her mom and family.  I even made a few arrangements when I spoke to her mother and aunt; and they loved my ideas.

Red was the only one out of our group that had a mother who was worthy enough to be called.  It had been two years since she called home; she was thrilled afterwards.

              When the meal arrived with the three bottles of ‘86 Krug Clos champagne, I was overjoyed and couldn’t hide my feelings.  That day, I felt better than I had in a long time.  I even made everybody pray at the table and tell each other what we were thankful for.

              It was a sweet event.  By the time two of the champagne bottles were empty, Roxy was whispering in Red’s ear.  Then Red stumbled to the other side of the table and whispered in Joy’s ear.  When Joy gave a high five to Red, they all smiled.  I interrupted the festivities with a drunken inquiry.  “Y’all keeping secrets now?”

              Roxy looked good enough to eat.  When she stood wearing a latex body suit, I was proud of my achievement.  Her face glowed, her shoulder length straight blonde hair—with a bang in the front, was in place, and her blue contacts magnified her chocolate skin.  She sat in my lap and put her lips to my ear as she slowly and teasingly said, “Baby?  Can I—have permission—to freak you in a way—I never did—beee-fore?”

              Some people get drunk, some get tore up.  I was tore down.  My head was nodding and telling her yes before all the words came out of her mouth.  Then Red stood, put her hands against the table for support, and then stumbled her way to my lap.  In my right ear, she started her whispery seductive routine.  “Hey, sugar.  I would love to show you that I’m in your family.  Would you like that?  Then I want you to reciprocate and do things to me that you never did before.  Do you mind if we party?”

              “No drugs, Red,” I slurred out.

              She smiled and plunged her tongue in and out of my ear.  “Nuh uh.  Something better.  Extremely better, okay?”

              Since my brain was working in slow motion, and my little head was speeding with an erection, I nodded so hard my chin touched my chest.  That’s when I felt both women put one hand over each of my eyes.  A few moments later I felt my zipper being unzipped.  My erection was let loose into the chill of the room.  Suddenly I felt the wet, hot, pulling of lips on my manhood.  The expertise of copulation told me it was Roxy, but she sat on my left.

              While the beautiful act of oral sex went on, both women whispered into each ear.

              “I’m gonna give you what you never had before,” came from the left.

              “Mmmmm, you gonna work this clit tonight, I’m gonna be a bad girl and please my baby,” she said into my right ear.

              Both made erotic promises at the same time.  It was too much for me to handle while the hot lips were on my manhood, so I exploded, and the pro swallowed every drop.  As my body jumped, the hands were removed.  When I looked down Joy was on her knees under the table, talking to my shaft and kissing all over it.

              Roxy unbuttoned my shirt while Red unbuttoned my cuffs.  Joy pulled my pants from under me.  In my nakedness, I was escorted to the master bedroom while the girls stripped off their clothing.

Red lay me on my back while Roxy whispered in Joy’s ear.  Joy’s big naked body stood over me.  She took her time and squatted down over my chest.  She unfolded her hot pink lips to reveal her fat wet clitoris.  She cupped it with one hand and stimulated it with the other.  My shaft was standing at attention.

              Red was off at the side of the bed kissing all over me.  She sucked on the nipples of my chest while I watched Joy pleasure herself.  Roxy put her mouth on my love muscle and pleased herself with her free hand.  Red then worked her way down to my cock and slowly took Roxy’s place.  While Red was bent over standing at the foot of the bed sucking me off, Roxy stepped behind her, opened her cheeks, and tasted Red’s clit from behind.

              The more oral pleasure Red received from behind, the more oral pleasure she gave me.  Between the alcohol and the fact that I came earlier, I was more fascinated in watching the three women—cumming was the last thing on my mind.

              “Daddy, I’m cumming—I’m cumming, daddy,” Joy screamed.

              By the humming sounds, I knew Red was cumming, too. She stopped sucking on me; her eyes locked shut, enjoying her pleasure.  When they both came, Joy jumped down off the bed and Roxy came up for air.

              Joy pulled me off the bed, and laid me on the floor.  Roxy was the first to slip a condom on me and mount me.  Red sat on my chest and put her vagina in my face.  While Roxy rode me, she had both of Red’s nipples in her hands.  She squeezed and pinched them while sucking on Red’s neck and back.  Joy stood over me, eased her wet clit to Red’s mouth, and then placed one of her legs over Red’s shoulder.  As Red rode my face, my tongue did a dance with her clit.  I could feel Roxy cumming.  We stayed in that position until everyone came.  That night our four bodies made a King-sized small.

$$$

              I was exhausted when I awoke the next morning.  I made a mental note to start working out with the girls.  My bed was empty.  It was obvious that the girls went out to make up for the day they lost.

              I stepped out into the living room and I couldn’t believe what was before my eyes.  Red was standing with a business suit on, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a folded newspaper.  She looked like a Wall Street executive, catching up with the times before going off to work.

              “What has you up this morning?” I asked.  “I was hoping we could finish off where we left off last night?”

              “Are you kidding?  This is the first day of the shopping season.  I have to hurry to get the currency exchanged.  There’s too much money out there to be sitting up here.”  A smile came over her face. “Last night was
wonderful
. 
Very
nice.  You are so charming that it’s hard to share you.  You did a wonderful thing for us and you should be proud.”

              I felt all mushy inside.  To change the subject, I asked, “So what’s interesting in the paper.”

              “Oh, the regular.  The new mayor, Central Park Jogger case, and Randolph Christopher opening the Victory Hotel on the East side.”

              I shrugged my shoulder as the light bulb slowly came to life.  When it finally went off, I asked, “You did say Randolph Christopher, right?  Let me see if there’s a picture of him?”  Lo and behold, I looked down at the newspaper and the picture of the kiddy freak that Yoda had harassed and chased away months ago was staring back at me smiling.  “You familiar with this cat?” I asked in surprise.

              “He’s always developing properties and building something.  He owns a great deal of the Eastside.”

              The wheels were turning.  My thoughts were cut off when Red asked, “You know him or something?”

              “Oh yeah, this is a vic I’m gonna keep on ice.”

              She shrugged her shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.  While putting on a new leather jacket I didn’t remember her picking up, she said, “Marcy and Elexus dropped off the stack of coats they were suppose to bring to you.  They said to tell you that it’s the holiday, so they need more credit cards.  I can do some pocket stings today, if you want me to, and give them the cards later?”

              I gave her a nod.  She kissed her hand, blew the kiss at me, and slammed the door behind her.

              The amount of cash I had in the suite was talking to me.  I had to get out and go see Proverb.  I threw on a pair of slacks and a sweater with my ankle length boots.  I slipped on one of the coats the queers dropped off, a full-length suede Gore-Tex Timberland coat, with a wool-cashmere hat to match.

              While I was trying to put all of the cash together by fitting the stacks into my new coat, the suite door opened, scaring me to death.

              “You don’t knock?”  I asked Gloria as she walked through the door.

              “Well dayum, good morning to you too.  I just wanted to surprise you in bed that’s all.  I saw all the girls leave, so I wanted to give you this money and spread a little holiday spirit.”  I noticed something different when she walked up to me; her hair and nails were done.  She put her hand on my cheek. “Come on, baby; let me make you feel better.”

              Gloria squatted and put my limp member into her mouth.  She then began her routine of sucking while fingering herself.  It was obvious that she loved double stimulation.  Again, the condom was slipped on, she bent over at the waist, guided me in, and moved until I picked up the rhythm.  I was being used.  With each thrust, I asked myself what I could do to end the arrangement.  I then looked around and thought of the way I lived, and figured a deal was a deal.

              Gloria came, and was satisfied with her payment.  While wiping her body with a hand towel, she handed me $1,000 and said, “I had another two grand for you, but the maintenance man needed a loan.  This girl in housekeeping baby got sick and she wasn’t getting paid, so she borrowed some.  I paid the maitre‘d, security, the bellboy, and the head chef.  The maitre‘d has some coming back to you because he needed more product.  Oh, and my five hundred is coming, and you should think about a small something-something for your staff on Christmas.”

              “My staff?”

              “It cost to be the boss, honey.  Let me know if you need me to do anything else for you.”

              “Yeah, I need a big bag,” I said, thinking of the cash I had to transport.

              “I can give you a pillow case for now, unless you want to meet me downstairs and use my Coach bag?”

              Gloria stayed in the room so that she could change all of the linen and tidy up the place.  I walked down Broadway with a pillowcase under my coat.

$$$

              “Proverb, what’s the word?”

              “To whom much is given, much is required. Death and life are in the power of the tongue and those who love it will eat its fruit.”

              “Now that was the real deal, brotha,” I replied.

              “What’s up, brotha?  I see you still doing your thang?  You got a plate sitting in my shop for the longest, and if you put back what you borrowed, you on your way to another one.”

              I handed him the pillowcase full of cash.  His family members went to the back of the store to count it.  When Proverb returned, his gold teeth glittered with his smile.  He was holding three gold plates in his hand.

              “I can’t explain it.  God is blessing you tremendously.  All this time I ain’t have to bail you out once.  No contact with the poe-lease?  Man, you better go get that crown.  ‘Cause what you did in a few months, was only done by Yoda, and he was gifted.”

              “Oh yeah, what did Yoda do?” I asked, really wanting to know.

              “Not counting the fact that he owns half of this store, and when we first met, I was selling hats on the corner?  Not counting that Russ stole his cut of a mill from a long con?  Well, the whisper stream has it that the man went down to Mayor Koch’s office and spoke to some people about him being the director of the Urban League and the city owed him a check for six hundred thousand.  That’s six super.  And by the end of the day, some important educated fool was cutting a check for Yoda.  Now
that
—is the impossible and I counted the cash so I know it was real.”

              I walked out of the store laughing with a super and a half in gold wondering what it would take for me to pull a mega (million dollars) long con.