The Legend of Johnny Hustle: Crown Me King (2 page)

Slowly, I made circles at her pleasure zone.  Quickly, I shifted gears and increased my movements while she moaned and sucked and played with her own nipples.  We moved rapidly together while Roxy humped my two fingers.  As my finger tips sunk deeper, her body moved closer, and then I felt what I needed to feel.

“Ahhh shhhheeiit.  I’m
never
leaving your ass,” She yelled out while cumming.

In the middle of the bed, I mounted her again.  I lifted her so she was up facing me.  While I was on my knees she straddled me.  As I sunk my newly stiffened cock deep inside of her, her closed blue eyes told me that she was pleased.  Quickly riding me into ecstasy, her quivering body took control.

Roxy was exhausted after we made love.  Together, we laid with sweat pouring down our bodies.  Our physical exchange was more than raw sex.  The intimacy we encountered signified that things had definitely changed.

$$$

“We been together for awhile now and you ain’t never asked anything about
me.
”  Roxy told me, as we sat in the hot tub after dinner.

“I never had a reason to ask.  We have an understanding and I’m not trying to sweat you like I’m your man.”

She slammed her hand into the bubbly water and said, “That’s what I’m talking about.  You
are
my man.  I never had a man, and I’m doing everything I can do to show you that.  I only go all out for you ‘cause that’s what I was taught to do.”

I thought of the last time she ran that line down to me.  I figured it was time for me to get to the bottom of who she really was.

“You been doing a good job too, so let’s not complicate things.  Just tell me, why you think like that?”

She held my stiff member in her hand. “Give me your word that you not gonna judge me, and I can still be your woman after I tell you?”

Roxy wasn’t dumb, but she failed to realize that she was dealing with a con man. “You got it.”

“Okay, I’ma be straight up, so don’t act all crazy when I tell you.” Her back stiffened as she sat up in the tub.  She took a deep breath, and on the exhale said, “Aw’ight, I’m from School Street Projects up in Yonkers.  Things was foul at home, so I ran away at nine years old.  I came down here, I don’t know why, but I stayed at the Covenant House down the block on fortieth until I was like twelve.  Then I started bugging out after that.”

Her whole composure changed. She had a saddened look when she continued. “You don’t know Johnny, I was bouncing from the Covenant House to any place that I could rest my head at night.  I lost my virginity in a back seat of a car to a pimp on Eleventh Avenue who bought me hot chocolate and a donut.  By the time I was sixteen I was a hooker, a junkie, and sleeping under benches in the damn subway.  Back then I was wild’en yo.”

The tears fell from her eyes and I wiped them as she trembled.  While I held her closer to me, she tearfully said, “That cocaine had me going.  All my friends, plans, and everything I did was just to get high so I could escape my life.  I don’t even remember half of the men I had.  Then I met Janice.  She was this dyke chick who took care of me and stopped me from getting high.  She was the only person who ever told me I was worth something, or that I was beautiful.  I had a complex.  I’m so black, but she made me feel good, you know?  So I started turning tricks for her, doing porno, and just straight up being a whore ‘cause I thought she really loved me.”

The tears flowed from her eyes.  She tapped her chest with her long blue painted nails when she said, “I mean, she was the only one who told me good shit my whole life.  But then I wanted to stop being wild, she started really messing with my head.  I had to leave her alone.”

She exhaled and got herself together. “I started stripping and robbing cats a year ago on my twentieth birthday.  I ain’t never make love to a man until I met you.  It’s like you love me, but you never told me.  You know what I mean?  It’s just the way your body talks to me when we make love, its got me all messed up.”

She crouched in the hot water and folded her hands as if she was praying.  “I want
things,
Johnny.  I know you do, too.  I been around the block too many times, but I feel like you can give me a better life.  I can’t do shit right, but dance and sell my body.  The way I feel now is like I want to go back on the Ave, make us some real-real money, and you can make things happen with that.”

She put both of her hands on my face. “I ain’t lying to you.  I never even kissed a man until I kissed you.  And I won’t violate you or nothing.  I just want you to have my back, and show me how to have a better life.  I know more women gonna come to you, and I won’t trip, ‘cause I really love you.  Just don’t dog me, Johnny.  I feel like you that prince in Cinderella that came to change my whole world.  I been asking you to let me turn some tricks ‘cause I feel like we running outta time.”

“Come on, Roxy.  What the hell I know about being a pimp?”

“It ain’t about what you know about being a pimp.  It’s what I know about being a hoe.  Doing what I gotta do for me and my man.  Forget about all that stuff you see on TV.  All you gotta do is have my back, and I’ma do the rest.”

I didn’t understand her thinking, so I didn’t want to condone her putting her life at risk, especially for me.

“Listen, paper is gonna come and go, but you ain’t gotta go out there and sell yourself for me.  Why that?”

Her hands were still on my face.  “Ain’t nothing gonna have my pockets swollen as fast as hoeing.  That money can change my life and help me do something with myself.  Johnny, I
like
being a hoe.  And the only reason I started dancing was cause I didn’t have nobody to have my back from them gorilla pimps out there.  It’d be just like when
you
take somebody money.  You ain’t thinking about the heat, the risk, or who judging you.  You be thinking ‘bout the thrill and the quick pay off, just like me.”

She had me there.  But how do you send someone to put themselves at risk, when every other person you cared about got sucked up and died because of the streets?  John and Johnny Hustle were having a fight, but John won when I said, “But I care about you, I don’t want them crazy tricks to do nothing to you.  I just heard about some psycho that been killing chicks down here for months and they still didn’t catch him.”

She sighed and folded her arms. “Johnny, do you know what I represent to dem John’s?  I’m the answer to them trick's problems.  I give them satisfaction that they can’t get at home.  I’m the one that shy boy, who needs to know if he a man, can practice on and feel good ‘bout hisself.”

Her head moved side-to-side while her long painted nail pointed at me.  “Or you got the lonely man that ain’t got nothing in the world, but he know I’ma always be there for him.  What about the perverts that want to hurt a little girl, but they see me and I be that little girl for them?”

“What?”  I asked, amazed at what she said.  That’s when her voice got louder and her eyes started rolling while her head was moving from side-to-side like sisters do.

“What?  Yeah, Johnny. 
I’m
that freak that conservative man comes to see.  ‘Cause his wife too conservative.  Busy judging and looking down on me, without realizing that I mean more to him than she do.  But for the sake of their kids, he stick around. 
I’m
the social worker for the men whose wife sex drive died out years ago.  Shit, baby, half of dem tricks just want to talk about they problems.”  Her tears were gone.  All I needed was a tambourine and an organ playing.  I was hearing a hooker’s sermon, because Roxy was just warming up.  “And the married ones?  All they want is to feel in control for once.  Ain’t no drama and commitments between us like when they have an affair with some skeezer.  Them sluts don’t know, the only difference between a slut and a hoe is a fee.  My tricks won’t be judged by me, like the way they wife judge them ‘cause they want to get kinky.  They never hear, ‘No,’ like they wives tell ‘em, and I treat them real good, with kind words all the time.  So when they get home, they self-esteem is so high, they deal with the mental bullshit they wife got for them.  I give a man all a-dat just for some money.  And any man will take pussy over money in the long run, any day.  ‘Cause as long as his dick work, that’s the reason why he want to make some money.  Shit, baby, I’m Doctor Ruth and Oprah all mixed into one, and I’m gone take all them tricks money.  All you gotta do is say, ‘yes.’”  She grabbed my limp member. “Now relax.”

Roxy sunk her head down to the water and put all of me into her mouth.  I knew I should have been focusing on the pleasure, but her life story showed me that I hadn’t gone through a damn thing.  I was uncomfortable about her age, but she was an adult
way
before the law said she was.  I grabbed her head and stopped her. “Why did you leave home?”

She moved her blond hair from out of her face.  While holding my erection she said, “My mother married a preacher and he wouldn’t accept me.  He hated me ‘cause I wasn’t his child.  He used to physically abuse me because of it.  He made my life a living hell.  So I left the house.  When I told my mother what he was doing, she picked him over me ‘cause he gave her everything she wanted.  To her, I was just a mouth to feed.”

Her head went back to the water and that night we made passionate love.  From that point forward, I made the best effort I could in treating Roxy like a woman, and not a whore.

$$$

For a week we watched movies, ordered room service, and we were in our own little world.  The amount of eating and sleeping I did had me feeling well rested and focused.

Roxy was changing right in front of my eyes.  I could tell that she was having the time of her life.  I treated her like my woman and put my ego to the side.  All judgements went out the window.  The only opinion I had of her was that she had been through too much.  It became my job to give a little life to her.  I had my issues about her putting her life at risk, but I didn’t know how to deter her without making it seem like I was being judgmental.

After that week Roxy, and me started looking unkempt.  I hadn’t shaved nor had a hair cut, and she wasn’t looking like her regular polished self.  From me having her in and out of the tub, her blonde hair faded from the lack of treatments.  Her blue contacts were out, and her eyelashes had fallen out.  The hair on her legs and eyebrows were growing in.  She was turning from a star into a homely woman.

That morning I got dressed, and she slid her thick body into a pair of my pants.  She put her spike heels on and wore one of my buttoned down Daily N.E.W.S shirts tied at the waist.  She draped my suit jacket over her shoulders; I’d never seen a woman wear baggy clothes that fit so well.

We went down to the salon and spa at the hotel.  We received full body treatments from head to toe.  For the first time in my life, I saw how the hair of a Black woman could be ironed out and turned into platinum blond.  A gift shop provided a pair of black spandex pants and a leather jacket for Roxy. A short trip to the optical center solved her contact problems.  My chocolate star was back, and I was cool with having her by my side.

After leaving the spa, the elevator stopped at the lobby.  Roxy suggested that we go for a walk since we were in doors for a whole week.  The cold air reminded me that I didn’t have any winter gear, so somebody was gonna have to pay for my wardrobe.

We took a cab to the Pink Pussycat boutique in the East Village.  Roxy handed me a wad of cash and told me to go shopping for her “work.”  For me, it was cool to be out with a woman.  I felt like I was on a date, but then things got crazy when we reached the boutique.

Women in patent leather, lace, and negligees were walking around in the dimly lit store.  By the way they all pranced around, I thought I was at a Victoria’s Secret fashion show.

I sat while Roxy went to the changing room.  She came out wearing patent leather mini-skirts, with fishnet stockings and crotch-less panties.  My love muscle bulged and the liberal women in the store had a laugh about the whole thing.

I was the only man in the store.  I felt like I was getting my own private performance.  While Roxy tried on outfits, she did her best at parading in front of me while doing her seductive dances.  I knew her calculated movements were foreplay, and the different outfits were made to get different reactions out of me.

When she stepped out of the dressing room wearing a catholic schoolgirl outfit, with white knee-high stockings, I was ready to burst.  She did a dance, spun around, and put her rear in my face. She then bent over.  While looking through the spilt in her legs, she seductively said, “Baby, come with me to the dressing room and give me a hand.”

I was out of my seat before she had to ask me twice.  A salesperson yelled out, “Don’t you hurt yourself in there.”  The other scantily clad dressed saleswomen thought her statement was hilarious.

“I want to suck you right here,” Roxy whispered while kneeling in the dressing room and fumbling with my zipper.

When my flesh popped out she took me into her mouth.  The pleasure I received had me on the tips of my toes.  Roxy wouldn’t let me touch her head since it was newly styled, so I held the swinging doors of the small cramped space.  Much to my delight, her sucking motions were professional.  She sucked on my tip and licked circles around the rim, and then slowly deep throated me until her lips reached my testicles.  I couldn’t hold back.  I had to release my tension.  Ever so tenderly, she swallowed every drop.  My head was light when my heels finally hit the ground.  Breathing hard, I thought of Roxy as my own piece of heaven.