The Legend of Johnny Hustle: Crown Me King (6 page)

Me on the other hand, I had a headache and couldn’t believe I had one woman asleep in my bed, another telling me her world was mine, and another one flirting and ready to do anything I wanted her to do.  It was real hard to keep that pimp soundtrack from playing.

“Baby, can I leave?” Roxy asked, “I have to go to work.”

Couldn’t she see that I needed help in sorting things out?  Roxy was acting like she had a real job.  It wasn’t my place to stop her motivation, so I told her she could go.  After telling me that I had to make up in bed for the night I lost, she was out the door.  Gloria didn’t hesitate to start in.

She put her eyes down on the clipboard. “The maitre‘d needs five hundred ‘cause he has no product.  The cook wants to know if he can borrow three hundred ‘til payday next week.  The room service lady needs to know if you can get her immigration papers.  It would be better to give one bellboy a hundred a week so he can be your personal errand boy.”  She checked her list and then smiled. “Well, that’s it.  Oh, and I need to get laid.”

My head pounded.  I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into.  What I did know was that I had an agenda to reach, and sex was not on the list.

“What
I need
is a bigger suite with two rooms.  Bottles of vitamins B, C, Multi, E, Garlic, and sleeping pills.  A lot of sleeping pills.  I need healthy meals with nutrients and protein delivered three times a day.  A bunch of feminine products for two women, security taken care of, and you can get laid tomorrow.  I had a rough night.”

She wrote all the things I needed on the pad. “Two large will cover that.  I’ll pick up the money from the workers when they get paid, and believe me, I’ll be at your new Bed & Sitter suite bright and early in the morning.”  She bent down for my dirty clothes. “I’m going to get your bellboy to come up with the vitamins.  I’ll take all these to the laundry while I get the food.”  She reached in my pockets to empty them and pulled out a piece of paper. “What’s this?”

I looked up; the paper ball with the two tennis bracelets was in her hand.

“Hand that over.  It belongs to somebody.”

“Sure wish somebody cared about me that much,” she said and the light bulb went off in my head.

I slipped the bracelets into the pocket of my robe, and handed her the two grand.  While stopping her from leaving out of the suite, I said, “Gloria.  I’ma tell you this once.  I’m not Brave Dave with Crack frying my brain.  You gonna hustle, then hustle, and we have a great understanding.  If you want to hustle
for me,
then everything changes and you will be blessed.  Nothing comes from nothing, so never try to bullshit a bullshitter.”

She acknowledged my words.  On her way out the door with the money in her hand, she replied, “I’m gonna take care of everything right now, Johnny Hustle.  Just let me do what I have to do.  I’ll let you know which suite to move into in a minute.  I hear you loud and clear.”

The door closed.  I was so exhausted that I lay next to Red and closed my eyes.

$$$

Knocking awoke me.  Room service, along with the bellboy stood at my door with a bag from the Duane Read pharmacy.

The young White man with the food on the cart said, “Sir, I’ve been informed that you have been upgraded.  You’ll be moving one floor up to the Bed & Sitter suite.  I didn’t know if you wanted to eat now or in your new suite, so I brought the food to be on the safe side.”

The bellboy handed me the bag from the pharmacy. “If you want to move now, my cart is at the end of the hall.  We can move everything one floor up.”

I stood in my robe, thought about the change, and told the men that I wanted the food delivered to the new suite. 

While one went to get the cart and the other went to the new suite, I grabbed the cosmetics case.  I grabbed Roxy’s cash off the table and tried to wake Red, but it was useless.  The bellboy came back with his cart and gathered up all of me and Roxy’s things.  When the cart was full, my clothes trunk and the new case was placed on the bottom. I then asked the bellboy “How strong are you?”

“Mucho, mucho strong, amigo,” he replied, smiling with much enthusiasm.

I nodded, walked him into the bedroom, and pointed to Red.  He was confused at first, but then I told him to wrap her in a blanket.  I then gave instructions to put her over his shoulder and carry her to the new suite while I followed with the cart.  Once again, New York City was into play.  The bellboy looked as if my request was a minor one as long as I was paying for it.

The new suite was almost twice the size of the one I left.  The double doors opened, revealing an earth-toned lounge area in a semi circle.  To the right was a long dining area, with a bathroom to the left of it.  To my left was a long row of closets.  The two bedrooms were across from each other.  The sun glared through a large window that separated the two sleeping areas.

When I arrived, the food was spread out on the old fashion dining table.  I had to get Red to bed.  The bellboy and I took her to her room.  When he dropped her too hard on the wooded sleigh bed, her frail body bounced on the firm king size mattress causing her to awaken.

“Where am I?” she asked, her wide eyes resting on me, the ceiling, and then scanning the new room.

“My suite,” I said, watching her kick at the sheets so she could get out of the large blanket that she been wrap in.

She stood and fixed the opening in her robe.  While hopping from one foot to the other, she said, “I have to urinate immediately.” She looked around at the new room.  “How did I get here? What did you do to me?” her head darted all over the suite.  “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Walk out, make a left and then another left.  Right across from the dining area,” I replied.

Red found the bathroom and closed the door.  I raced to the food.  I ripped open the bag from the pharmacy and dumped more sleeping pills into her grape juice.  I then removed one vitamin from each bottle and held them in my hands outside the bathroom door.  When Red exited the bathroom, I handed her the vitamins with the glass. “Here, take these and drink all of this.”

“What are these?  Vitamins?” she asked after swallowing them down.  “I can’t believe how thirsty and tired I am.  I’m hungry, too,” she said, yawning.

I walked her over to the food.  A plate of honey baked chicken cutlet breasts, beets, a large salad, and dinner rolls sat on the table.  I didn’t have to tell her to eat.  She ran through the meal and helped herself to the plate that was sent for me.  When her food was gone, she walked back into the bathroom.

After waiting for her to come out, she finally exited.  Red yawned again, and then worked her tired body back to bed without saying a word.

Relief couldn’t describe what I felt when Red fell asleep.  I was exhausted.  I took another nap until nightfall.  When I awoke that time, I ran into the other room to see if Red was still there.  She was out like a light.  I ordered room service again, drugged her drinks again, and made her eat the large plate of spaghetti and meatballs with the vitamins on the side.

I had a plan—keeping her drugged and asleep added to that plan.  It was all for my own selfish reasons, but it had to be done.

$$$

When security for the midnight shift came on, I told them to give me a call when Roxy came in, and to let her know we moved.  I then called the kitchen.  I ordered another full-course candle light meal, and told them to keep it warm until I called them back.  I filled the Jacuzzi in the master bathroom with bubble solution.  I made sure the Listerine mouthwash and toothpaste was out.  I then laid a roll of condoms on my side of the bed.

An hour later, Roxy was in the building.  I hung up the phone and redialed the kitchen.  I asked the cook to light the candles with the meal, and to send a container of hot olive oil up. I then ran to the tub, cut the pumps on, and went to meet and greet Roxy.

When her tired frame walked through the door, she was exhausted.  Her frown suggested that she had had a rough day.  I reached for her and slowly removed all of her clothes.  When I sat her naked body onto the living room couch, I pulled the ottoman up to her and had a seat.  Slowly I massaged her feet.  Again Crissy ran through my mind.  I debated with myself, wondering if I was doing the right thing.  I then pushed the thoughts away.  I was doing what I did because
I
wanted to do it, whether she appreciated it or not.

I reached for her other foot.  With her eyes rolling to the back of her head from pure pleasure, she reached into her purse, and handed me another large wad of cash.  I pushed it to the side and focused on removing her tension.  She uttered in exhaustion, “Baby, I love you.”

Her words didn’t spoil the mood, but I wasn’t going to allow myself to go that far emotionally.  Nevertheless, I was saved by the bell.

Room service showed up.  Before answering the door, I walked Roxy to the hot bubble bath.  I went back for the food and returned to the bathroom with the hot oil in my hands.  I sat the oil on the counter top, removed my clothes and took my time getting into the tub.  When my body hit the water, Roxy wanted to take care of me, but I stopped her.  With a careful touch, I washed her body from top to bottom.  When I finished caressing her body, I took my time in giving her a douche.  The experience was new for both of us, but so was brushing her teeth for her.  When I finished cleaning her up, I carried her to the bed and laid her on her stomach.

The hot oil dripped down and in between every crevice of her body.

“Damn, baby, I ain’t never had nothing like this before,” Roxy said lazily while relaxing.

I said, “I know,” as I rubbed the oil into every one of her muscles.  I brought pleasure to her overworked body.  When I reached the nape of her neck, she said, “I want to thank you for loving me.  Now make love to me nice and slow.”

My love muscle dripped with pre-cum after hearing that.  I slipped on a condom and turned her onto her back.  My head sunk to her voluptuous breast, and my love muscle sank between her legs.

Roxy squeezed me tight as I moved in and out of her in a slow rhythmic motion.  Her body trembled under mine, and I felt the rapid pace of her pelvis moving.  I did my job, but wasn’t finished yet.  I picked her left leg up and over my head, slowly moving her into the spooning position.  When I slammed my shaft deeper into her crevice, she reached behind me and yelled, “Don’t stop, baby.  Please don’t stop.  You feel so good.”

I aimed to please and took my body along for the ride.  When I finally had my orgasm, Roxy was three ahead of me.  She shifted her thick body and pushed me down on my back while removing the condom.  She tore another condom open and put it into her mouth.  After licking the rim of my manhood, she sucked on all of me.  I looked down and didn’t see a condom.  My shaft was at total erection by then.  Roxy put the condom to her mouth like she was going to blow a bubble with bubble gum, and slipped the condom onto my stiff member with her mouth.  When I laid back in ecstasy, she straddled me and satisfied her man.

“You like that?” she asked while I was deep inside of her.  She leaned forward, riding me with her feet flat on the bed.

She stayed in that position until she started creaming again.  After cumming, she turned around.  She held my penis tight in her hands, and ever so gently used the tip of my slicked shaft to stimulate her clit.  She then put my tip back inside of her, squeezing her muscles to give stimulation.

“Ohhh, damn, baby,” she moaned.  Seeing her well-shaped ass bouncing in front of me took me over the top.  With only a few moves, she had me cumming.

Roxy laid in my arms and cried on my chest.  “Baby, I’ll do anything for you.”

Smiling my eyelids got heavy.  Nothing gave me more pleasure than pleasing my woman.

$$$

It was late the next morning when I awoke to an empty bed.  When I realized how late it was, I jumped up in a panic.  I hadn’t had the time to give Red her sleeping pills, and I didn’t want her to escape from the room.

I grabbed my robe and put it on as I crossed the hall to open her door.  When I looked in, her bed was empty.  Red had flown the coup.  My plans were destroyed.  I started cursing, but I was cut off by a sound.  I heard the shower in the other bathroom running.  Glad that she was still in the suite I exhaled in relief.

While washing up in my bathroom, I kept my ear pointed to the door.  I wanted to make sure I stalled her until I got to the sleeping pills.  I intended for her to sleep the Crack out of her system for another day.  When I heard the sound I was waiting for, I spit out the toothpaste, rinsed my mouth, and headed out of the door.

When I reached the hall that separated the rooms, Roxy was standing there with a towel around her waist.  Next to her was Red, standing with a towel around her midsection.

“Are you happy to see us, or do you have a flag pole under your robe?”  Red asked, commenting on my new erection.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.  The dark rings that had formed around Red’s eyes were gone, and she looked like she was coming back to life.  When I looked at Roxy’s nakedness, she walked over to me, kissed me on my cheek, and put her hands around my waist.

“How you feeling?” I asked Red.