The Legend of Johnny Hustle: Crown Me King (9 page)

Red put the phone down and grabbed my hand while we headed out the suite.  We walked hand-in-hand looking like a happy couple until we were out in front of the hotel.

“I need ten bucks,” she said.  “Since you’re doing all the spending, you might as well put a roll of fifteen hundred in your pocket now, and another roll of five.”  I handed her the sawbuck. “Look for an extra long white Lincoln limo with a Dominican driver.  When he pulls up, tell him you’re here with me.”

Red ran off.  The thought crossed my mind that she was going to get high.  I watched as she ran across the traffic of Broadway and went into the Ace Hardware Store.

A long limo pulled around the corner from where I stood.  The driver fit the profile that Red gave me.  I jumped into the back seat and did what Red told me to do.  A few minutes later, Red was back, sitting next to me while rubbing her hands together in an effort to get warm.

“Larry, take us to Lord & Taylor’s,” she said, hugging up against me.  “Give me the five roll,” she asked, so I handed her the roll of bills.  She then duck walked her way to the driver, handed him the roll and said, “Two nights from now at eight.  Five now, and five after I’m done.”  She moved her way back to me.  Red acted like she took limousines every day.

When the limo pulled up on 39
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and Fifth Avenue, Red tapped me. “Turn your coat inside out and fold it over your arm.”

I followed her instructions.  I didn’t want to seem like a novice, so I didn’t ask any questions.  When we walked into the store, all eyes were on us.  The limo had such an affect that salespeople were approaching us and offering help right at the entrance.

Red stayed on the first floor.  She picked up two business suits, a purse, blouses, and a pair of shoes—all by Chanel.  She placed all of the items into the hands of a saleswoman, and then headed over to the Gucci section.  A silver gray evening gown was on display; Red pointed it out to the sales person.  She then picked out a pair of matching shoes, all the accessories, and a matching Gucci purse.

While walking up to the men’s section, the saleswoman walked behind us protesting that the items had to be paid for in the section they came from.  Red looked at the woman with disdain. “I will give you all of the items when I am done.  You will receive payment, and you can pay the separate shops.  I’m under one roof.  If you do not like what I propose, please inform me at once and I can take my business to Bergdorf.”  She tapped her head in a dramatic display and added, “Now I have to refocus, my time is money, woman.”

              The woman surrendered.  I saw firsthand that Red had real acting skills.

              I tried on an Yves Saint Laurent tuxedo in the men’s section while Red searched for the perfect pair of Bruno Magli patent leather shoes for me.  I had never worn a tux before that day; I felt like a new man.  When Red came back with a black, wool and cashmere, Polo turtleneck to wear with the tux, my taste for clothes went to another level.

              “Please take this down to the main floor and give me a total.  I would like to browse and will bring any additional items with me.  Shoo…shoo.”  Red fanned the woman away.  Then she turned to me. “Dear, you must be tired of wearing that heavy coat, let me carry that for you.”

She led me to the women’s fur section.  When the salesperson came over to assist us, Red told the man that she hadn’t made up her mind and was only looking.  The man walked away and told us to give him a call if we needed any help.  She kept her eye on the man like a cheetah looking at its first meal of the day.  Since the store was empty, the man read his open newspaper at the counter.

“Go over there, and ask him why the men’s furs are not in the same section as the women’s.  Then explain to him why they should be.  Don’t walk back over here unless I’m scratching my head.”

Once again, I was on a mission with no return.  I was ready to stop walking when the thought crossed my mind that all of the cash I had was in my coat.  The man made eye contact with me so I was committed.  I hoped that Red wasn’t playing a con on me.

With my back turned to Red, I engaged the man into conversation for five minutes.  He had to be lonely; he didn’t want to stop talking.  When I looked over to Red, she was standing on the opposite side of where I left her.  She scratched her head vigorously.  With great difficulty, I brought the conversation to an end and headed back to her.

On the way down to the entrance of the store, Red handed me the bag of money.  “Pay the lady whatever the bill comes to and make sure you give them an even number so they can keep the change.”

$6,738.00 was what the bill came to.  I was about to protest until I thought of her instructions.  I dropped seven large on the counter and told the salesperson that the change was for her and her staff.  While I headed out the door with all of the bags, Red disappeared with my coat.

I looked at the limo, but I couldn’t see any indication that she was in there.  She moved so fast, I didn’t think she could make it to the car without me noticing, but I opened the back door and she was sitting behind the driver.

The car pulled off and she tapped the driver and said, “Take me to the United Nations.”

She closed the partition and duck walked her way up to me. “Thank you.  For everything.”

“Why’d you fly out of the store so fast?”

Without answering, she eased her way back to where my coat was folded on the seat across from me.  When she unfolded my coat, there was a full length Dominic Bellissimo matching mink coat.

She threw a pair of wire cutters and a screwdriver on the car floor.  I looked over at her, and with a devilish grin she kicked off her Nikes.  She then pulled one leg out of her sweat suit and panties, and seductively crawled over to me.  My manhood was out and into her mouth as the car sped down Fifth Avenue.  She ran her tongue down both sides of my stiffness, tasting my tip before swallowing me again.  When she was sure I was at my full length she mounted me and whispered, “Breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth.  Whatever you do keep your eyes open.”

I penetrated her tightness with keen concentration. It was hard not to cum.  When I felt like I was about to explode, I gave her a deep thrust and she lifted off of me.  She then squeezed the tip of my love muscle and said, “Concentrate on your breathing.  Baby, I’m gonna teach you to master my body.”

She rode up and down on me, perfecting the art of stimulating her clitoris.  When her sugar walls caved in and her juices flowed, I erupted.  While panting she said, “I’m gonna teach you, you wait and see.”

By the time our quickie was over, we were at our destination.

$$$

Red asked me for the $1,500 roll.  She picked up the screwdriver and led me out of the limo.  Together, we walked into the diplomats’ entrance of the United Nations building.  Security was lax, but when we reached the inner sanctum of the building, a man with the body structure of a soldier stopped us.  When he saw Red, his eyes lit up, and they embraced like old pals.

She placed the roll of money into his palm and said, “Send the invites to the Marquise under Johnny Hustle.  They all know him there.”

We had a seat on a bench across from the security desk.  After a five-minute wait, another security member walked over to Red and handed her a large manila envelope.  She stood to lead me back to the car.

After a short ride we stopped over at the diamond district.  We walked into a shop that was on 46
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and Sixth Avenue, at the end of the block, far away from the Sixth Avenue traffic.  In front of us was a magnificent display of diamond jewelry.  She pointed out a black pearl and diamond necklace with matching earrings.  For her wrist, she pointed out a black and white diamond bracelet.  A giant sized, oval diamond ring slid onto her ring finger.  When it was time to pay for the items, the man told me $2,500.  I paid, and on my way out of the store my silence ended.

“Hold up—hold up—hold up,” I said before we went back into the limo.  “How the hell did all that come up to such short money?”

She grabbed the door handle to the car. “If a hustler can bluff ‘em, then a hustler can beat ‘em.  It’s all costume baby.  The best costume place in Manhattan.”  I kept my mouth shut the rest of the way.

We were back at the suite when Red laid out all of the items we purchased.  She opened the envelope, and two diplomatic license plates clashed down on the table.  I stood with a puzzled look on my face.  She told me to have a seat.

“I can’t tell you about the job.  I can’t jinx myself, but we have to get ourselves all done up in the morning.  You have to make another roll of fifteen hundred and one for a thousand so we can finance the job.  All I can tell you is that tomorrow you will live like a diplomat.  After that, you’ll either be in federal custody, or back here celebrating with me sexing your brains out.”

$$$

The following day, everyone in the suite was up early.  Roxy was congratulating Red for getting back in the streets, and Joy was running around trying her best to make sure that I didn’t raise a finger for anything.  The girl washed me, took out my clothes, and tried to feed me.  I stopped her when she wanted to wipe me on the toilet.  She and Roxy made a great team, and when they dropped $3,000 on the table, I knew what I was going to give them for Christmas.

Red and I headed down to the stylist in the hotel so that our appearances would be flawless.  After applying all of her makeup, she looked like she was straight from Hollywood.

By eight o’clock, the invites to the event arrived and we were ready to go.  I was instructed to act dignified.  When asked what country I represented, I was to respond by saying, “The greatest in the world.”

The limo downstairs was washed, waxed, and looked like it belonged to the president.  When we stepped out in the cold November night, our matching minks shielded us from the frigid elements.  Walking next to Red was intimidating.  I was sure that no one in the world would have believed that she had a Crack habit in the past.  Her soft and healthy light skin and her dark red hair, along with her gown and jewels, transformed her back into the queen who had mesmerized me.

A block away from the U.N. building the driver drove into an underground parking garage.  While sitting in the car, he changed the license plates, replacing them with the diplomatic ones.  Small colorful flags were also placed on the antenna of the car.  When we pulled into the United Nations, flagpoles lined the front entrance.  The driver walked around to let us out.  The press took pictures of all guests.  Red kissed me as we walked, shielding our faces from the flashing bulbs.

              Once inside, no one asked for our invitation.  Right then, I understood why the perfect image was so important in making major moves.

              Champagne was served in the dimly lit festivity area.  Red didn’t want to make her move until all the guests had their fill.  In the meantime, we sat around making small talk with diplomats.  I was highly impressed by the way Red carried herself.

An hour after we arrived, the drinks flowed, and all types of toasts were made in different languages.  Red left my side to do her job.  I tried my best to resist the urge of picking the pockets of the drunken diplomats.  The next thing I knew, I was engaged in conversation with a Lithuanian woman.  She asked me who I was and I told her I was in charge of International Security.  She asked a few more questions and I told her my information was classified.  Of course that didn’t stop her, and I didn’t know who talked more, the woman or Joy.

I was tiptoeing away from the chatterbox when I felt Red slide next to me with her coat folded.  I had to fix the fold to cover the large manila envelope she carried.  Very carefully, we slipped out of the area.  On our way out of the side entrance, I slipped another roll of cash to the same security officer that I paid the day before.

On the ride back to the hotel, I paid off the driver who had somehow slipped the original plates back on.  Red’s reasoning was simple: all of the cars looked identical; security would assume that the people who arrived in one limo, were not the same people who left in another.  Hence the different plates.

When we entered the empty suite, Red jumped up and down in celebration. She dumped stacks of various currencies on the living room floor.  There was $72,000 in American currency. Red told me, when exchanged, the foreign bills would bring in close to another $40,000.

She slid all of the American dollars over to me. “That’s for you.”  She then grabbed the other bills. “This is for my new stash.”

I still didn’t know what we did, or how much trouble I was in so I asked, “Now tell me about the job.”

“Okay, for the past few years I went to the World Thanksgiving event at the U.N.”

She saw the puzzled look on my face.  She rolled her eyes and said, “Whatever.  I like to see how the better half lives, and it gives me intellectual stimulation to know that I can debate about world affairs with the best of them, okay?  Anyway, last year, after one too many drinks, I made a wrong turn.  I stumbled into an office when I was looking for the restroom.  Instead, I found an executive of the building dropping different currencies of cash into a side drawer.  He never saw me; I crept under a desk until he left.  When he was gone, I came from under the desk and felt for the tumblers to line up, but I only got one of the numbers before someone came.”