TRUE MEMOIRS OF A LIBERTINE – JENNA

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Creole Gaudet.


It was at the Golden City Gentlemen’s Club where I first met Jenna. She was cute, petite with bright blue eyes, a turned-up nose, and a pair of naturally red pouting lips. Her auburn hair was cut shoulder-length, which she wore with one side pulled behind her ear.

During our conversations, she’d told me that she was from Oklahoma and was the sole provider for her young daughter and mother, with whom she shared a house.

Jenna had an incredibly strenuous routine where she’d arrive home, usually around four in the morning, and sleep for a few hours before taking her daughter to school. Then it was back to bed for a nap before picking her up in the evening. She would prepare dinner, help with homework, and tuck her in before driving back to Dallas.

We’d often talk on the phone, and I would visit her at work. One of those nights, she’d decided to stop by my place and hang out for a while.

“Jenna, I would prefer we talk more about us. Everything is Troxy this and Troxy that. What is it with you and Troxy?”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I just get carried away sometimes, I guess. But that’s my girl!”

“Maybe one day I’ll have the pleasure of meeting her.”

“Yes! I’ll introduce you two the next time you come in.” Jenna took notice of the stack of envelopes on my desk. “You have stamps on those. Do you have to mail them? There’s a post office on my way. It won’t take me nothing to drop them off for you.”

“Oh no, I’m good. One of those is my car payment, and I’m waiting for a check to deposit into my bank account before I mail it. I’ll do it all at the same time. But I appreciate it.”

She pondered briefly. “How much is your car note?”

“Just a little over twenty-two… Twenty-two hundred.”

“Can I help with that?”

“I’m good… Really.”

After a hug and a kiss, Jenna was off to Oklahoma.


It was about a week later when Jenna inquired again. We were standing in the kitchen while I made a couple of glasses of iced tea. “Did you ever get your car note paid?”

“Not yet. I still have a week before it’s due.”

“Still waiting for that check?”

“Yeah, I talked to them yesterday. It’s mailed. I should have it in a day or two.”

Jenna removed a folded wad of cash from her bag. She opened the bills, spreading them evenly across the countertop. She looked to me. “That’s for the car note… For us.”

“Jenna, I got this. It’s not as if I don’t have the money. If I have to, I can easily transfer funds from my savings and put it back once the check arrives.”

“I worked hard for you…”

“Whoa, come here.” I cupped her cheeks into my palms. “Don’t get upset. I appreciate you. I do. Believe that.” I placed a kiss to her forehead and held her in an embrace. “But I only want to come to you when I really need something. Does that make sense?”

She hugged me tightly, nodding her head. Our lips met, kissing passionately. I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to my bedroom where I placed her gently onto the bed.

She looked into my eyes as she nibbled at my crotch. Unbuttoning my denims, she took me into her warm mouth, sucking gently and soothingly.

Jenna quickly undressed as she stared at my shiny erection. She positioned herself in the center of the bed on her hands and knees.

She jittered in anticipation as I placed the head to her entrance. Wrapping my arm under her, holding her close to my body, I grabbed a handful of her bob and began pumping into her.

Jenna was now face down, tilting and arching her back, taking me all in.

Her first orgasm came quickly and was followed by one after another, each one more intense. “Stefen, please come for me. I don’t think I can take any more. I’m about to pass out. Oh fuck! I’m coming again!”

A primal scream emitted from Jenna’s lungs, echoing off the walls of the room. Her spray blasted my constricted testicles. Her buttocks fluttered under each hard stroke as I blew my load.


I’d met Troxy the following night. Jenna and I were sipping drinks when she approached. “Stefen, this is Troxy.”

Her hair was thin and brittle, damaged. Her sunken cheeks were masked with pockmarks and acne scars. “Hello, Troxy. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, too.”

Jenna continued, “And this is Allyson.”

She was nothing special either. Dark shoulder-length hair and very plain, with an average figure. “Nice to meet you, Allyson.” She smiled warmly.

Troxy turned to Jenna, “We got some tricks waiting. We’re about to go and make this money. You coming?”

“Not now. I’m going to sit here and talk to my man.”

The two took off towards a table of gentlemen. Jenna looked to me, “So what do you think?”

“You really want to know?”

“You don’t like her.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. No one really likes her.”

“No one but you…and Allyson?”

“Pretty much.”

“Why is that?”

Jenna looked over to the table. “Because she’s my friend. She’s always there for me.”

“You two look like you’re cut from different cloth.” I turned towards the table. “She looks like trouble to me.”

“But how can you say that? You don’t even know her.”

“Just trusting my gut.”

Troxy beckoned. “I gotta go, she must have a customer for me.” Without looking back, Jenna took off.

From my periphery, I could see something moving slowly towards me. I swiveled on my stool. It was a lean, older white-haired man dressed in a polo shirt, short pants, and a pair of gray suede New Balance sneakers covering white ankle-high socks.

He eyed me cautiously before taking the seat next to me. “Your name is Stefen, am I correct?” He reached out his hand.

I shook. “Yes, sir.”

“Please, you don’t have to sir me.” He grinned slightly. “I’m Calvin, but everybody calls me Gramps.”

I chuckled. “Okay, Gramps.”

“Can I get you something to drink? What are you having?” He looked to the bartender.

“I’m good. I’m only halfway on this one. What can I do for you?”

“Well, it’s like this. I don’t want to ever have beef with anyone over the girls, you know what I’m saying?” Just over Gramps’ shoulder, Jenna’s eyes were laser-focused on the two of us. She cut away as I looked to her. “I just want to say that it’s only business with me; nothing personal. It was an arrangement before she ever started working for you.”

“An arrangement?”

“Yeah, Jenna and Allyson… They do little favors for me, and I do favors for them. We’re all happy at the end of the night.”

“Favors?”

“Yeah, favors. Like tonight, she sucked me off right quick for a forty sack. No big deal. That’s how much I give out for blow jobs. A little more for pussy.”

Gramps searched my face for a reaction as I watched the group being escorted towards the private rooms by one of the managers toting a couple of champagne bottles in buckets of ice.

“Now, if you want me to back off, I’ll back off. I’ll respect that, but I’ll need my money instead from now on.” Jenna paused briefly, standing, watching as we talked. Gramps continued, “Stefen… Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, sure, Gramps.” I turned my attention to him. “She told me all about you already. I know the score. Business is business, right? I’ll talk to her, and I’m more than sure we’ll come to an understanding.”

“I appreciate that, Stefen.” He raised, smiling. “I’m going to let you get back.”

I stood, offering my hand. “I appreciate you coming to me.”

“It was a pleasure to meet a real gentleman. You have class.”

“Thank you, Gramps.”

“Oh, and by the way, watch your girl around Troxy. She’s no good. She’ll try to hurt your money.”

“Really?”

“The bitch is fucking me over. She sells in here too, and she’s re-wrapping my packages as her own.”

I sat back down, sulking and staring at the carpet. I’d never paid that much attention to the intricate patterns and multiple colors before. It’s weird how sometimes things that you take for granted can become a focus when you’re thrown off your axis. My emotions were all over the place. I needed to go back home, regroup, and get my head together.


It was about three thirty when I heard a knock at my door. It was Jenna. “What’s up?” I stepped to the side. “Come in.”

She entered cautiously. “Are you okay?”

“Sure, why do you ask? And why didn’t you call?”

“I don’t know. It was a last-minute… Is something wrong?”

“No… What about you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah…”

“Good, so we’re both okay, right?”

Jenna grabbed me, holding on tightly. She looked up through misty eyes. “I saw you talking to Gramps. What did he tell you?”

“He came over and introduced himself… Offered me a drink. Why?”

“You hate me, don’t you?”

“Hate you? Why would you think that?”

“Don’t do this to me. Please.” Her tears flowed down her face. “I already know what Gramps probably told you.”

“So it’s true?”

“Are you going to throw me away?”

“Not as long as you’re honest with me.”

“I never wanted you to know… If I lose you, I’ll just lose you, but I can’t lie to you, Stefen. I’ve fallen in love with you and I can’t do without you. I just can’t.”

“If you thought sucking his dick for a forty sack would lose me, why would you fucking do it?”

Jenna pressed her head to my chest. “I have a serious coke problem.”

“Why couldn’t you just buy the shit?”

“If I spent all the money I wanted to on coke, I’d go home broke every night. I pretty much do.”

“Troxy’s supposed to be your good friend. Can’t she sell you some at a discount?”

“She sells it for her dude Glen, and he counts every dollar. But he steps so hard on it… It’s shit.”

“What’s this about re-wrapping Gramps’ packages?”

“He knows about that?” Jenna continued, “What Troxy does is… We’ll get coke from Gramps and empty out the sack. Then Troxy will put Glen’s coke into Gramps’…”

“And pass it off as Gramps’.”

“Right…”

“That’s fucked up on so many levels. And you’re part of it. Let me ask you this. How were you able to put enough together to pay my car note?”

“Because I wanted to do that for you. It was hard, too, but I did it.”

“Gramps is under the impression that you’re working for me… He thinks I’m a pimp…. You’re a ho, too.”

“I… I never wanted you to know that.”

“Don’t you think that at some point I was going to find out?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Stefen.”

“I don’t want to lose you either. What I feel for you is real.”

“Hey, I have to go home and get ready to get my daughter together. Can we talk some more tomorrow? I want to come and see you before I go in.”

“I’ll be here.”

“Don’t change your mind on me, okay?”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I watched from my balcony as Jenna scooted across the parking lot to her car. I stood watching until she was out of sight.

I leaned on the railing, collecting my thoughts. Here we were, both trapped. For a working girl, falling in love was a mistake. For me, I’d fallen for not only a working girl, but one with an addiction.


“So what’s your end goal, Jenna? Are you planning on stopping at some point?”

“Stefen, are you telling me that to be with you, I have to make that change?”

“I’m not saying that. I’m not saying that at all. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Are you sure? Will you be able to accept me?”

“As long as I don’t have to hear all the details… I won’t be asking you how your day went.”

Jenna laughed. She wrapped her arms around me. “Stefen, I promise you’ll always have everything you need and more. You won’t want for anything.”

“How about you start putting some money on the side?”

“Everything besides the money for my family goes up my nose. I have no discipline. When I’m around it, I have to have it.”

“When are you around it?”

“When I’m with Troxy and Allyson.”

“They blow all their money, too?”

“Allyson does, but Glenn handles all of Troxy’s money.”

“You could save if you weren’t around them all the time.”

“I know, but they help me get dates.”

“Don’t you have your own clients?”

“I have a few, but not enough.”

“How about we organize what you have now and build on that?”

“I can’t take calls when I’m home.”

“Get another phone and keep it here; a prepaid that can’t be traced to your name. I’ll book the dates for you. Take the closet in the guest room and keep your clothes in there. I’ll even bring them to the cleaners.”

“You’ll do all that?”

“We can start saving your money, too.

“I told you I can’t save anything.”

“Every couple days we’ll put some in the bank. You won’t even miss it. It’ll work.”

“Only if you handle it for me. I want you to take care of all my money. Just give me enough for what I need and when I need it.”

“Alright… I’m letting you know now, whatever is put towards your savings will stay with your savings. The rest will be to take care of your family.”

“What about when I need something? Are you going to control that for me?”

“I know Gramps now… But no more sucking his dick. He gets cash.”

Jenna smiled. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” She led me by the hand. I followed.

From the foot of the bed, she removed my shoes and socks. I raised my shirt above my head, tossing it as she pulled away my pants and underwear. Jenna climbed up to me. She whispered. “I want you to relax and let me make you feel good. I’m about to suck you dry.”

She began a slow and sensual tonguing of my ears, blowing hot breath, then inhaling, creating a cool rush. The alternating sensations sent quivers through me.

Jenna then went for my neck, peppering it with wet bites and licks. She continued down to my nips while massaging my arms and shoulders. “Is that good? Do you like that? Tell me.”

“It feels great.”

She eased down, planting light kisses across my chest. She grabbed my pecks, gripping while painting my abdomen and stabbing my umbilicus with her tongue.

Jenna took hold of my erection, placing the bulb into her mouth. She looked up to me as she sucked. She gaped, shoving me to the back of her throat. She closed tightly, starting a slow, up-and-down draw, taking me in fully on each repetition.

She then reached under me, gently dangling my sack with her fingertips. “Is that good?”

“Yes, it’s good.”

Jenna singled my right testicle, circling her tongue around it before switching and repeating the treatment on the other. “I want to taste that nut. I want to swallow all of it. “She stroked me faster and firmer.

“Fuck… I can’t hold it… I’m about to come!” I’d reached the end, exploding into Jenna’s mouth. I tried desperately to push her away. She wouldn’t relent.


We’d did everything as planned. Jenna had broken away from Troxy and Allyson, and the prepaid phone rang all day.

I’d kept a recording of her client’s tendencies and soon had a working order. It grew substantially. Jenna had steady work.

She’d come into town and book her dates. From there, she’d style her hair, do her makeup, and choose from the freshly laundered and dry-cleaned clothes from her designated closet.

Sometimes I would even drive her to and pick her up from her appointments.

Jenna would work about four to five customers nightly, bringing in anywhere from one to two thousand dollars. Her bank account began to swell. She would also work the club at least three days a week for tax purposes, but mainly to meet new potential clients.

Our day for pleasure was Sunday. We’d often go shopping, to dinner, and to the movies.

As promised, Jenna took care of all my needs. My bills were paid, and my pockets were always full.

I’d booked a date at the best hair salon in the city and brought her to get her teeth whitened. Jenna was already trim, but she began using my gym. She now looked like a celebrity, a movie star.

This, in turn, raised her value. She was now able to attract a higher class of clientele and was earning double what she was before.


It was a Monday morning when I called Jenna, telling her I had a surprise for her. She arrived that evening, walking past me, searching every room. “Don’t I get a hug?”

“I always have a hug for my man.” She tugged at me, cranking my waist. She felt up my pockets front and back. She checked my empty hands.

“You’re surprise isn’t here. We have to go and get it.”

“What is it?!”

“You’ll have to decide… Tell me which one you want.”

“Stop messing with me, Stefen. What is it?”

“You have three choices… BMW, Mercedes, or Lexus.”

“You’re getting a car?!”

“No, you’re getting a car.”

“You mean for us… For me to drive.”

“No, not for me or for us. This will only be for you.”

“What are you talking about? No pimp does that. They always get something new for themselves first and then they get their bitch something nice. How is that going to look?”

“I already have a nice car, Jenna. I’m going to make sure that you have what you need, and I personally don’t give a fuck how it’s going to look to those fools. It’s about me and you and how it looks to us.”

“If that’s what you say, then that’s what it is. You’ve kept your word on everything. I just want you to be on top.”

“As long as you’re with me, I’ll always be on top.”

It was a 2016 GS 350 in Eminent White Pearl with the Flaxen interior. The car was stickered at a little over fifty thousand. After discount, dealer pack, fees, and taxes, it came back at forty-nine, five. We wrote a check for the full amount.


I was organizing Jenna’s clientele and checking messages when I saw a photo from a black gentleman, which gave me some concern. He was shirtless, which was nothing compared to the usual dick picks, but it was the sword in his hand and the military fatigues that bothered me.

I questioned her as soon as she’d arrived. “What’s up with this guy?”

“Oh, that’s Danny. He’s nice.”

“Nice. Since when do you have black tricks? That’s totally out of pocket, Jenna. You know that.”

“I’ve been dealing with him for a couple years. He’s one of my old regulars.”

“A sword?”

“He was in the Army, and he studied martial arts. It’s no big deal.”

“Do you have to keep him? He looks crazy as fuck.”

“He’s no problem. I promise. He pays well, too.”

I saw the same affection in her eyes that she had when she used to talk about Troxy. Danny was more than just a customer. However, I let it go.


It was about a week later when Vice came into the club. They’d forced Gramps to empty out his pockets onto the table. Four eight balls and sixteen forty sacks. He struggled, fighting back tears as they took him away.

It was said that the set-up came from Troxy. She was now the only supplier in the club. Everyone who needed, had to go through her. Her boyfriend, Glen even began showing up.

This was bad for me because now I didn’t have a connect. I hadn’t even thought to have a backup.

It didn’t take long for Jenna to slip. She’d stopped showing up at my place or even taking my calls. Her, Troxy, nor Allyson were working at the club anymore.


It was about a month later when I saw Jenna again. I was at the front entrance at Club Fantasy, talking to the door girl, when a couple, holding hands, came in. As I stepped to the side, I realized it was Jenna.

I knew right away who she was with. It was Danny. Jenna was out on a date with Danny.

Having an issue with his credit card, this left Jenna stalled within inches of me. Away from his line of sight I squeezed a handful of Jenna’s ass cheek, holding onto it. She returned with a hand up my leg and a claw-like grip on my genitals.

I’m sure that if Danny had seen this, he would have returned to his car and retrieved his sword, and killed the both of us right there on the spot.

The door girl completed the transaction and handed him a receipt to sign. The couple grabbed hands again and entered.

It was less than five minutes when my phone rang. It was Jenna. Before she could say anything, I asked, “Did you get wet?”

“Yeah, Stefen. I’m in the ladies’ room, wiping myself.”

“I wanted to bend you over right there in front of him.”

“I would have squirted all over your dick too. I have my fingers in my pussy. I’m about to come. Damn… Ooh…”

“That sounded nice.”

“You see what you did? You always could do this to me.”

“You miss me?”

“Of course I do.”

“You just disappeared without telling me anything.”

“I know, you’re right, Stefen. I fucked up. You did everything that I could have ever wanted, and I… I didn’t even… I’ve been seeing Danny exclusively, so I haven’t been holding out on you. He’s been taking care of everything, and that way I don’t have to go out hustling… I have sort of fallen for him, though. I told you, he’s really nice.”

“I think that you liked him even before you met me, Jenna.”

“True… I did. But I don’t love him. I love you and I will always love you.”

“I get it. I have no problems with that. If you’re okay, then I’m okay.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know… Now go back to him.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I’d done my best to hide my pain. The blade was cutting through my heart, but I knew it was time to move on.


Two more months had passed since I’d seen or talked to Jenna. I was sitting in Denny’s one night when I saw the Lexus cruising by. It was her and what looked like Troxy behind the wheel.

I called her cell phone. “Is that Troxy driving your car?”

“Where are you?! I don’t see you?!”

“I’m at Denny’s. I saw you when you drove by.”

“You did?”

“What happened to Danny? I thought you were only dealing with him.”

“We fell out. He’s not talking to me right now.”

“So you didn’t think to call or come see me?”

“It just happened. I will see you anytime you want me to. I’ll see you right now. Are you still at
Denny’s?”

“I’m here…waiting on my food.”

She shouted, “Turn the car around. We’re going to Denny’s. Stefen’s there and I want to see him.” I could hear commentary in the background. Jenna addressed them. “I don’t give a fuck where we’re on our way to. Them motherfuckers will just have to wait. If Stefen wants to see me, I’m going to see him.” She spoke to me, “Stay right there, Stefen.” She ended the call.

I watched as the Lexus pulled into the parking spot just outside the window. Jenna exited, running in. She looked throughout the restaurant, noticing my raised hand. She hurried to my table taking the seat in front of me. “Hey!”

Jenna was wired. She’d lost plenty of weight, and her movie star makeover was gone. “Hey, what’s up with you?”

“Just out hustling. You know.”

“With Troxy.”

“Be nice, that’s my friend.”

“You sure about that? They’re saying it was her that set up Gramps.”

“I heard that bullshit. I don’t believe it.”

“Let me see… She sets up your guy, and now you have to go to her to get your shit. You’ve given up on your clients, your big money, and you lost the trick that you said you liked. The one who was taking care of everything.”

“I guess I didn’t look at it like that.”

“She has you down in the gutter with her, and now she’s driving your new car.”

“That’s none of your business, though… Who drives my car… You’re mad?”

“I’m not mad at all… I’m fucking disappointed in you, though. You were on top. You were doing better than any bitch in Dallas. And now you let Troxy take you down?”

Allyson stepped out of the passenger door, waving. Troxy blew the horn. A schoolgirl grin was across Jenna’s face. She looked back to me. I asked, “Why don’t you go home with me right now? You can stay the night, come down, and when you wake up, we can talk.

“You still have your clients. I’ve kept your phone on and it’s still ringing. Too many text messages to count. And Gramps is back at the club again, too.”

“How are they supposed to get home?”

“I don’t give a fuck about either one of them. I only care what happens to you.”

“I have to go.” She headed for the exit.

“If you go through that door, we’re through for good, Jenna.”

“I don’t care, man. Do whatever.”


The rumors began to spread that I’d lost Jenna to Troxy and her man, Glen. Girls were now trying to get Jenna’s spot with me. I began to entertain some of them, but hadn’t made a decision on seeing anyone yet.

It wasn’t long before Jenna and Troxy had a falling out. It was said that Troxy had discovered that Jenna had fucked Glen for some coke and tried to kill her.

Jenna had worked at Golden City one night, and after pulling away from the valet, Troxy had shot six times into the Lexus. Jenna wasn’t hit and was able to tell the police.

Troxy was arrested and charged with attempted murder, and Allyson was caught up as an accomplice.

Three weeks later, I got a call from Jenna. “Stefen, I need you. I have no one else to turn to.”

“Really, Jenna? After all the shit you put me through and the way you handled things, you call me when you need help…at three thirty in the morning?”

“My life depends on it, Stefen.”

“The fuck?”

“I’m in my car. I’m parked on the side of the Valero across from Denny’s. Danny’s looking for me. He’s trying to kill me.”

“I thought he was so nice. Such a nice guy, that Danny.”

“I know, but… I’ve been living at his place…ever since that incident with Troxy. Glen’s after me, too.”

“I can believe that. His shit has to be all fucked up. But what’s Danny trying to kill you for? I don’t understand that.”

“He went out of town for a few weeks and left me in charge of his bank account. To get whatever I needed until he got back… You know I have no discipline.”

“No… Don’t tell me you messed up the man’s money.”

“I went through fourteen thousand…”

“In a few weeks?! You’re insane. He is going to kill you. He’s going to cut off your fucking head with that sword. I told you he was crazy. And why did you stay there?”

“He came home early before I could…”

“Put it all back?”

“I was going to try. You know. Stop doing coke and work hard. At least some or most of it… I tried to explain, but he was yelling and screaming at me. Then he started choking me out. I slipped away and ran out to my car and took off. He chased me down the street.”

“On foot? While you were driving?”

“Yeah… Hold on… I think I see him. I’m ducking down.”

“Is it him?”

“No… That’s a car just like his, though… Same color too. That scared the fuck out of me.”

“Why don’t you go home?”

“If I could have I would have. I don’t have enough gas money to get there. I’m half naked. I’m in my panties. I don’t even have on a top.”

“Not even a bra?”

“No! Nothing. Not even fucking shoes. All I could grab were my keys. Why are you laughing?”

“Shit is funny.”

“No, it’s not!”

“Yes, the fuck it is.”

“Alright. You’re right, the shit is funny.”

“You have a whole wardrobe over here. Do you have enough gas to get to me?”

“Let me look. Yeah, I can make it to you… Barely though.”

I’d taken my car out of the garage and gone back inside. I was on the balcony, watching when she entered the complex. She took the cue as I opened the door from my remote. She drove in and parked.

With her arms covering her, Jenna dashed across and up the stairs. I met her at the door. “Thanks, Stefen, my love, you’ve saved my life. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“Don’t worry about any of that. I’m good. And I’m not your love anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Can I use your shower… Please. I need to relax and get my head together.”

“Sure you can, take your time.”


It was an hour later when she came out. Wrapped in only a towel, she went to the closet and picked out a fresh pair of panties. “Do you have a T-shirt that I can use?”

“You know where they are. In my drawer.”

“I know, but I wanted to ask… Thanks.”

Jenna came back and sat with me on the sofa. She grinned. “So what’s up?”

“You’re the star of the show. You tell me.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What the fuck did you spend fourteen grand on?”

“You already know.” She opened her palm, showing me a half-full forty. “You mind if I do a bump?”

“I don’t care, do you… Wait… You escape a man trying to kill you. You’re butt ass naked, but you still find a way to grab your coke?”

Jenna laughed. “I always kept it in my car. He doesn’t do any and he don’t like me doing it, so I would hide it.”

“He ain’t that bright, is he?”

“Not at all.”

“Where do you score now?”

“I met this girl. She deals. Her coke is even better than Gramps. The best I’ve ever had in my life. I couldn’t stop myself.”

“She got all fourteen?”

“Every penny… I need some help with this, Stefen. I can’t do it alone. After what I’m doing right here…” She snorted a pinky full into each nostril. “I’m done. I’m going home and check myself into rehab.”

“Really?”

“As a matter of fact… You know what.” Jenna rose. She walked to the kitchen and dumped the rest of the coke into the sink. She turned on the hot water and watched as it swirled down the drain. “From now on, it’s all about my daughter, Stefen. I’ve been selfish.”

“Wow… I’m impressed, Jenna.”

“I don’t care if I have to work for Walmart, I’m good with it. It doesn’t make sense if you make a lot of money and don’t save any of it, right? I can stay clean, work a low-paying job, and take back home the same amount of money. Plus, I get to get right, you know?”

“It’s more to it than just that. It’s the lifestyle, too. I don’t have a drug habit, but I’m addicted to the life.”

“You’re right. But… I hit my rock bottom tonight. I’ve never stolen from anyone, no matter how bad it got.” Tears fell from Jenna’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Stefen, for all I’ve done to you. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

“It’s okay.”

“Will you be there if I need to talk? Maybe I can call you sometimes.”

“Try me.”

“Maybe when I get myself together…”

“Now that’s a possibility.”

“I won’t be able to pay for everything and take care of you. Especially if I’m working at Walmart.” She laughed. “I’m a poor woman now?”

“I don’t know about all that. You still have your money in your bank account.”

“Wait… I have money?”

“Yes.”

“I forgot all about that! Is there enough for me to get home? That would be all I need. I won’t have to owe you.”

“For gas?”

“Yeah.”

I broke out in laughter. “You’re joking, right?”

“No… I don’t get it. What’s funny?”

“Jenna. You have over fifty thousand dollars in there. I never touched any of it.” I gathered her banking information and handed it to her.

“Stefen, I love you!” Jenna jumped up and down. “I want to give you some money! Can I do that?!”

“You took care of me when we were hustling. Take care of your daughter and your mother.”

“Troxy said something about you from the very beginning. She said that if something seems too good to be true, it is. It took me a while to learn what the actual saying was. It was if something seems too good to be true, it probably isn’t. That means that it’s possible.

“You are proof of that, Stefen. You are the possible.”

“Does this change your plans for rehab?”

“I’m going to do as I said. I’m putting this money, all of it minus gas to get home, towards my
daughter’s education. I want her to have a better chance than I did. I owe her that and I owe it all to you.”

Jenna pulled me close, placing a kiss to my lips. “Let me love you for just one more night.”

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TRUE MEMOIRS OF A LIBERTINE – FAITH

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Creole Gaudet.


I was at Club Fantasy, a high-end strip club in Dallas, seated in the VIP with a wealthy friend of mine named Marty and two other friends, Vince and his brother Jose, who served as Marty’s bodyguards. As usual, Marty had the party going with lots of food, drinks, and stacks of cash for tips and lap dances with the girls.

I was chatting with Vince when a dancer by the name Faith took a seat next to me at our table.

I’d first met Faith about two years earlier at The Gentleman’s Club. She hadn’t changed much at all. Her figure was average but was made up for by her flawless skin and extraordinarily beautiful face that was enhanced even more by her now chocolate brown shoulder-length hair, which contrasted nicely against her deep blue eyes.

Faith and I had never dated or gone out, but we had developed a friendly relationship. She knew that New Orleans was my original home, and she once called me for a favor.

“Hey, Stefen.”

“Faith! I haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s up?”

“My girl and I are in your hometown…”

“You’re in New Orleans?”

“Yeah, we came down to work a couple of clubs in the French Quarter.”

“I’m in New Orleans right now. I’m visiting.”

“Really?! That’s what’s up! Hey, we need a big favor. Can you help?”

“That depends. What do you need?”

“Some green. You got a connect?”

“Sure, that’s no problem. How much?”

“We got a couple hundred.”

“Done.”

That was the last I’d seen or heard from her until now. She turned to me. “How have you been?”

“Good, how about you?”

“Just a little lonely, that’s all.”

“You’re looking for some dances?”

“No, not that. I mean, I’m…really lonely. I’m by myself, Stefen. I need a man in my life.”

Vince drew my attention with a clearing of his throat. He gave Faith a quizzical look as all six feet four of him rose to his feet. “Stefen, I’ll leave you two to it, but call me before you get out of here, okay?”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just hit me up.”

Faith side-eyed Vince as he walked away. “What’s his problem?”

“Vince? Nothing, he’s cool.”

“Rude.”

“Come on, stop being so defensive.”

“All these gangsters up here. Why are you hanging out with the Mexicans?” Faith panned with a careful eye. “You know, a couple of years ago, one night, Marty almost died. He drove his car off the road into a ditch and damn near drowned.

“A dude saw the whole thing and went into the freezing cold water and pulled him out. Marty was drunk and got a DWI, and they took away his driver’s license.”

“He wasn’t drunk, he’d had a heart attack.”

“No, he was drunk…”

“He wasn’t. I know this because I was there. I saw him go into the ditch. It was me that pulled him out of his car.”

Faith beamed at the revelation. “That was you? So that’s how you’re in…”

“You were telling me that you’re lonely and need a man. You have someone in mind?”

Faith blushed. “Yes, I do.”

“Well, let’s do something about that. How about I call you and we can go out to dinner. Maybe tomorrow?”

“I’d like that.”

Faith and I hung out until closing time. We said goodnight and hugged before she went off to the dressing rooms.

The valet had retrieved my car, and I was buckling my seat belt when my phone rang. It was Faith. “What are you about to do?”

“Hey… I was about to head home.”

“Come hang out with me for a while. We can go to my place.”

“Where do you live?”

“Lewisville.”

“How far is that?”

“About fifteen minutes away. Just up 35.”

“You’re a bit farther than me, I’m just two exits at Royal Lane. I guess so. Why not? How long will you be?”

“I’m right behind you.”

I looked to my rearview mirror. “You’re dressed already? That was quick. Go ahead, I’ll follow you.”

Faith pulled the green sedan around me, and I tagged behind. We’d been driving about five minutes when I got a call from Vince. “I’m so sorry, man. I forgot all about it. Do you need me?”

“No, I was just going to talk to you about that girl.”

“Faith?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re calling me about her, she must be bad news.”

“She’s crazy, Stefen. And I don’t mean crazy like most strippers. She’s trouble.”

“I’m on my way to her house right now.”

Vince paused. “If you’re just going to fuck, then cool. But forget about bringing her to your home. Get a room or something.”

“Okay, good looking out. Thanks, man.”

We’d stopped in at a Whataburger in her neighborhood. As we sat across from each other and talked, I realized Faith was more down-to-earth than I’d imagined.

She began telling me about her dysfunctional upbringing and how she’d been thrown away by her parents at the age of twelve, having to fend for herself, hustling for food and shelter.

We chilled at her place. She smoked while we talked and listened to music. She invited me to stay the night, but I begged off.

As I drove home, running it all back through my head, I thought, maybe she was tired of the fast track and was ready to slow her pace. Or maybe she’s crazy, just like Vince said. If she was, I hadn’t seen it before, and she hadn’t shown any signs of it that night.


It was the next evening when Faith phoned me. “Hey, do you have plans?”

“Nothing out the usual, what’s going on?”

“I’m working at Cheetah’s tonight, in Arlington. Can you come get me? I want you to hang out.”

“While you work?”

“Yeah. And you know I got you… Your gas, your door fee… I got you covered. You won’t have to worry about nothing.”

“Once they’ve figured out we arrived together, they’re going to assume I’m your pimp.”

“Good, that’ll let them bitches know they have to step to me. Plus, I can get my drink on.”


Faith met me at the door with an inviting smile. Even with her hair pinned back and an unmade face, she was a beautiful girl. “Come in, I’m running late.”

I followed from room to room, keeping the conversation going. After some eyeliner and a coat of lipstick, she placed her outfits in her travel case and led me to the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich or something.”

“I’m good. I actually ate before I left.”

“Do you mind if I make myself one. I’m starved.”

“Of course not, go right ahead.”

She removed a bottle of mustard, a jar of mayo, and some luncheon meats from the refrigerator, laying them all out onto the table next to a dinner plate and a spreading knife.

My eyes began to wander. I noticed a row of prescription bottles sitting on the counter. She caught me analyzing the labels and quickly moved in front of me, shielding my view. “That’s just a little something for anxiety.” She set them far back in the cabinet above.


We were on the highway when Faith slightly lowered the volume on the radio and broke into an impromptu freestyle rap. I listened intently as she dropped about ten bars before coming to an end. “You didn’t know I had skills, did you? You didn’t think a white girl could rap like that. I know you didn’t!”

“That was pretty good. It was hot too.”

“I’m just one mix-tape away from a Grammy, Stefen. You want to be my manager? You are my manager.”

I immediately thought back to my experience with Trish and how that all played out. “Let me think on that, okay?”

It was about twenty minutes later when we approached the exit. “This is where we get off.

When you get to the light, take a left, and it’s a block down.”

“I see it.”

Faith made her way across the parking lot to the side entrance. I handed my fob to the valet along with a tip and headed in. I thought about how she’d already broken her promise. I took a seat at the main bar.

I was in the process of ordering when I noticed the bartender’s eyes look above our line of contact. I turned to the young blonde gentleman in a black suit standing behind me. “Hello, sir, I’m sorry, but Faith is not allowed on the property.”

I stood. “Really? Why is that?”

“It’s club business and at this time, I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you, sir.”

“Oh, okay.”

He led me to the exit. “She’s outside waiting. I’ve already called for your vehicle.” He looked to the door girl. “Jamie, please return this gentleman’s entrance fee.”

Jamie retrieved a twenty from the till and handed it to me. She was digging for the ten I’d dropped in her tip jar. “No, sweetheart, you keep that.”

Faith was in the passenger seat, facing out her window. Blondie spoke again, “My apologies for the inconvenience, sir. Travel safely and have a nice night.”

As we pulled away, she turned to me. “Come on. Let’s go back to Dallas. I’ll work at Fantasy.”

“Yeah, but I’m going to need you to let me in on what the fuck just happened.”

“Just some bitches hating, that’s all.”

“Bitches? That’s not bitches. You’re not even allowed on the property. What’s up with that?”

“There was this fight… Some hos jumped me, claiming I started the shit.”

“Did you?”

“I might have. I was probably fucked up. I don’t remember.” She smiled. “I do remember waking up with a black eye, though.”


It was about an hour later when I was approached by a sexy redhead. She had small breasts, a taut waist, and an incredibly plump rear. Her pleasant smile didn’t hide the hardness of her mask.

“Hey, I’m Bubbles. You’re Stefen, right?”

“Yeah… Have we met before?”

“No, your girl sent me over here. She wanted me to check you out.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“I told her that you would have to be on top because I don’t fuck with nothing but boss pimps. If your game is light, I’m moving on.”

This confirmed it for me. I was chosen. Faith was grooming me and was ready to build a family. There was no way that I shouldn’t have seen it. I was letting a pretty face cloud my judgment. I now had to avoid coming across as a lame, so I played it through. “Who are you with now?”

“I’m independent.”

“Well, now you’re with me.” I opened my contacts and handed her my phone. “Maybe we can go to a nice place to eat and talk about it. Come to an understanding. How does that sound?”

“I already like what I see and what I heard from Faith. I’m willing to give it a chance.”

Faith approached, taking a seat next to Bubbles. “I see you two are already getting along.” She looked to Bubbles. “Didn’t I tell you?”

“Yeah, he is fine.”

Faith stood abruptly, making a beeline to the main bar. I kept an eye on her as I entertained Bubbles. Faith had put down four drinks within fifteen minutes and was working on her fifth. She’d begun an argument with a dancer on the next stool. I excused myself to try to prevent the inevitable, but I was too late. It was as if I were watching in slow motion as Faith lowered and cocked the half-full glass.

The bartender, witnessing it, hopped over, putting himself between the two before it could escalate any further.

With a mischievous grin painted across her face, Faith sat, never moving from her spot. Two managers quickly arrived, taking her away.

Bubbles tugged my arm. “Hey, Stefen, you’re fine and all, but your shit is reckless. Go on and lose my number.”

This time, I was in the car waiting. Faith was smiling as she tossed in her gear.

I sped away to the service road towards 35. “Where are we going?”

“I’m bringing your drunk ass home… And buckle your seat belt.”

“We can’t go home yet. I haven’t made you any money, plus I owe you for gas and getting in the clubs. Bring me to Whispers. I know I can make a rack over there. They don’t close until six.”

“Nah, maybe tomorrow or something.”

“Well, can you at least stop and get me some cigars. I’m out and I need to roll me a blunt when I get home…so I can sleep.”

As I exited Royal Lane, I could hear Vince’s warning. I pulled into the Chevron station, leaving Faith in the car. It was after-hours, and the doors were locked to foot traffic.

I stood at the service window, waiting as the elderly clerk bagged the two boxes of grape-flavored Swisher Sweets. As I was placing the bills into the tray, I noticed him looking towards my car. He shook his head as he shoved my items forward.

Never turning around, I waited for my change. He’d already had his phone to his ear as I smiled and thanked him.

As soon as I opened my door, the scent hit me. Faith had rolled a joint and was running her tongue across the fresh cut seam, putting the finishing touches on it. The baggie was on top of my dash, jammed up against the windshield. In her drunken haste, she’d dropped half of the weed onto my console, her lap, the seat, and into the carpet.

“Are you fucking stupid?!” Faith broke into laughter. “The fuck!” I looked past her through the passenger window. The old man had a pad and pen, trying to read my license number.

“That motherfucker is calling the police.” Faith was now bent over in a full roar.

I backed out onto the street, hiding my plate. I knew I had to go somewhere to get the weed out of my car, and I had to do it fast. The closest vacuum was the coin-operated one at the car wash area of my apartment complex.

Life has this wondrous way of playing itself out sometimes. Vince’s warning was ringing even louder, but I had no other options.

I set the cruise control at exactly one mile below the limit at thirty-four miles per hour. My head was on a swivel, searching for any signs of law enforcement. “Faith, you know the police are probably looking for us, don’t you?”

“You got a light?”

“What?”

“You got a light? You mind if I smoke?”

“Smoke?” I looked to her as she was feeling around the lower dash for the push lighter. “Bitch!” I slapped the cigar from her lips. “Are you fucking serious?!”

We tussled for it from her lap. I powered down her window and tossed it out. “You threw away my blunt, man!”

“Fuck yeah, I did, and if you don’t throw out the rest of that shit, you’re going out too…and I’m not slowing the car down when I do it!”

Faith held the baggie up before her eyes, checking the remains. She pinched little pieces at a time into her fingertips, releasing them into the oncoming wind.

“Everything is a fucking joke to you.”

“What? I did what you said.”

“I thought you didn’t have any?”

“That was my last one. I needed more for later.”

She ran her hand up my thigh and began massaging me. “We don’t have time for that right now. We’ve got to clean up this mess you made, or we’ll both be in a jail cell for the night.”

“I’m just trying to have some fun. Damn.”

“You know, you’re some piece of work. You bring me to a club that you know you were banned from. Then you toss a drink in a girl’s face and get us kicked out of another club, and now here we are. All in the same fucking night.”

“I tossed a drink in a girl’s face?” Faith laughed hysterically. “I don’t remember doing that.” She then broke out into another freestyle.

As we turned into my complex, Faith eyed the facades of the buildings. She took an inventory of the parked cars in their spaces. “Where are we, the Taj Mahal or something?”

I was in a full panic when I pulled next to the vacuum machine. I quickly searched my console for quarters. “What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to get out.”

I’d attacked the interior thoroughly and meticulously and was putting it all back together when I noticed Faith jiggling at the doorknob of the laundry room. I yelled in a hushed whisper. “What are you doing over there?!”

“I have to pee.”

“You can’t fucking pee in there!” She then ran to the car wash bay, lowered her denims, and squatted over the drain. “You can’t pee there either! Get in the fucking car, you’re going to use my bathroom…and you better not fucking piss my seat.”

After parking in my garage, we hurried inside. She looked to me. I pointed. She dashed. Through the open door, I heard the strong stream splashing the bowl. It slowed to a trickle. “Where’s the toilet paper, Stefen? I need paper!”

“There should be some right there next to you.”

“This thing is empty! I need some paper. What do you want me to do? I have to wipe my pussy!”

“Hold on.” I stopped at the entrance. “Can I come in?”

“Come on in.”

I retrieved a fresh roll from the closet. “I’m sorry about that. I could have sworn… You’re hiding it behind your back!”

“I wanted you to see me on your toilet.”

“Okay, now I see you.”

“Wait, don’t go. I want you to take out your dick.”

“What? My dick?”

“Yeah, let me look at it. I bet it’s big.”

I hesitantly unzipped, removing my semi-erection. “Now…are you satisfied?”

Faith reached, grabbing my dangling phallus. She tugged me closer. “I just knew you had a juicy one.” She squeezed me, swelling me as she focused on the head, licking, sucking, nibbling, and twirling the tip of her tongue around it. She stroked me to a full erection. “Damn, this motherfucker is fat. How is all this going to fit?”

She gripped my sack in her palm, clamping her fingers into a fist before taking me deep within her hot mouth.

She spat and slobbered, slurping sloppily and loudly. Thick strands of drool slavered heavily from her chin. “Are you going to come for me? I want you to nut. Give me that nut.”

My legs quivered, losing stability. I threw an elbow across the water tank for support. “Oh shit, Faith! Faith, fuck! I’m about to come! I’m about to come right now!”

“Give up that nut! I love sucking dick more than anything! It is the best!”

My balls constricted. My scrotum knotted. “Shit! That’s it! I’m coming!”

She quickly pulled me out, wrenching and yanking, forcibly draining me. I fell away, stumbling clumsily against the wall behind me.

Faith smiled, eyeing me between her cum soaked lashes. “How do I look? Am I pretty?”


After a long shower, Faith had sobered. She’d joined me on the balcony. “This is a nice place, Stefen. How long have you been here?”

“About a year now. It was just after I moved from New Orleans.”

“You miss it?”

“I’ll always miss it.”

“Can you bring me home now?”

“Sure, what’s wrong?”

“I fucked up… I needed to take my medicine. I didn’t think I was going to be out this late.”


It was almost four when we arrived at her place. She asked me to come in for a while, and I did. “Stefen, I want to apologize for tonight. I know that I said I was going to pay for everything, but you know I didn’t even do any dances. Plus, they made me pay house fees. I promise that I’ll work hard tomorrow and pay you back. You don’t even have to come and get me or even be there. I’ll call you when I get off and I’ll bring it to you, okay? I’m going to make that for you.”

“Sounds good.”

“It won’t happen again, I swear. It’s just when I drink. You cannot let me drink. That’s when shit get stupid.”

“I see that now.”

“Are you going to stay with me tonight?” She removed her top and bra, tossing them across the room to a chair of stacked clothes. “You said you would.”

“I guess I can for at least a little while.”

Faith dropped her pants and panties to the floor before sliding to the center of the bed. She lightly patted a spot next to her.

I pulled off my boots, removed my clothes, and climbed into Faith’s open arms.

“I want to feel that dick on my clit.” She parted her legs, guiding me between them. “Rub that big motherfucker on that clit.”

“Is that where you want me?” I began licking and sucking her breasts.”

“Yeah, grind on me. Make that pussy pop. Make it pop.”

“You like that?”

“I love it.”

We were in sync, matching move for move, when Faith suddenly stiffened. She was motionless.

I rose slightly, looking into her fearful eyes. “What’s the matter? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Who are you?”

“Who am I? What are you talking about?”

“Why are you here?”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“I mean I want to know who you are and why you’re here. Who let you in?”

“Okay, now you’re on some real crazy shit.” I quickly dressed, checked for my keys and wallet, and headed for the door.

Faith was on my heels, one step behind me. As I approached, she jumped in front, blocking the exit with her body. “Who are you, man? Come on, tell me your name. Please tell me. I never get to know anything.”

“So now you don’t know my name? Get the fuck out of my way, Faith.”

“Oh, it was Faith.” She chuckled. “Is that who brought you here? I should have known. She gets all the hot dudes.”
“What are you talking about? You are Faith.”

“No, I’m not, silly.”

I watched carefully, picking up on her mannerisms and vocal tone. It was different; totally different. “Look, whoever you are, I would like to leave, so could you please move out of my way?”

“You don’t want to stay and talk to me? I’ll give you some. I like to do it. I already have my clothes off. All you have to do is put it in. You don’t even have to try to smooth-talk me.” She leaned over. “You like it from the back? Go ahead, pull it out and get you some. Is it on the hard?”

“If you don’t get out of my motherfucking way!”

She turned, resting her hands on her hips. “You don’t have to be so mean to me.”

“Could you please move out of my way?”

She giggled. “You are just too much, you know that? What am I going to do with you?”

“How about you let me leave?”

“I’ll make a deal with you.”

“What?”

“Tell me your name and I’ll move out of your way.”

“My name is Stefen.”

“Alright, Stefen, a deal is a deal.” She stepped to the side, unlocking and opening the door. “Are you sure that you can’t give me some, Stefen?”

“Maybe another time.”

“Another time?”

I walked past her. “Yeah, another time. I’ll call you and let you know when I’m coming.”

“How are you going to call me? I never gave you my phone number.”

“Well, I’ll just stop by. How’s that? Would you like that?”

“That would even be better. I’ll give you some when you come back, okay? We can do it all night.”

“Okay, now go inside and go straight to bed.”

“I will… You’re my boyfriend, okay?”

“Okay.”

The sound of the deadbolt was my cue. I hopped into my car and pulled away.

My brain had gone into overload trying to sort out the events of the night. If I’d only listened to Vince.


It was around one o’clock the following evening when I received a call from Faith. I had some trepidation about answering, but I did anyway. “Hello.”

“Hey, Stefen.”

“Hey.”

“Why did you leave? I thought you were going to stay the night. I woke up and you were gone.”

“You are joking, right?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember what happened?”

“No… Did something happen?”

“You don’t remember following me to the door?”

She laughed. “I couldn’t have followed you to the door. I would have remembered that.”

“Was your door locked from the inside?”

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

“Oh shit. I’m so embarrassed. Did someone come out to play?”

“You could say that.”

“What happened?”

“You were someone else entirely.”

“I’m so sorry, Stefen. It happens sometimes.”

“Please don’t be offended by my asking, but do you have some sort of personality disorder?”

“None of us are fucking perfect.”

“I’m not saying that at all. I just don’t know anything about it. Shit kind of fucked me up.”

“And?”

“And nothing. I’m just saying.”

“I can’t help that, though. Why are you tripping?”

“I’m not tripping, Faith. I’m just telling you what happened. Those medications I saw…”

“That medication is for anxiety! I told you that!”

“I know, but what about something to help with your condition?”

“There ain’t no something for my fucking condition. It can’t be fucking fixed, okay?”

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that. I don’t know anything about any of this. I have no experience dealing with…”

“You can get some experience!”

“I just don’t know how to be there for you. I like you, but I would have to learn more about…”

“So now you want to dump me? You don’t want to be my man anymore.”

“If you stop cutting me off, I can tell you…”

“I’m not trying to hear all that bullshit.”

“You know what, Faith? Your condition ain’t even the biggest issue. All that fucking getting into fights, getting kicked out of clubs, and damn near going to fucking jail is way more than your condition. Besides, you should have told me your ass was fucking crazy from the start. Maybe when that fucking other you came out, I would have stayed and fucked the shit out of her and you too when you woke up.”

“Fuck you, man! How about that?”

“Fuck you too, crazy bitch! And don’t ever come up to me again talking about how lonely your ass is. As a matter of fact, when you see me, look the other fucking way, bitch! How about that?”

“Okay. That’s the way you want it? I can’t speak to you anymore? We can do it like that.”

It didn’t take an augur to figure this one out. By her tone, I knew that I’d messed up. I was in deep Dutch, and the consequences were going to be severe.


That night I went back to Club Fantasy. I caught a table and was joined by two dancer friends of mine, Chelsea, a shapely brunette, and Meagan, a petite natural blonde with doe-like eyes.

As we sat talking, I saw Faith creeping our way. She drew Chelsea’s and Meagan’s attention as she stood looking over us. “Excuse me. You two might not want to sit with him. He tried to have sex with me while I was sleeping.”

Chelsea asked, “You’re talking about Stefen?”

“Yeah, he was by my house last night and he tried to have sex with me after I fell asleep.”

Meagan broke in, “So, bitch, why are you telling us? You should have been glad.”

Chelsea stood. “Is that what the fuck you stopped here for? Keep it moving before you catch these hands, bitch.” Faith stammered away towards the dressing rooms.

I was giving the rundown on what actually happened the night before, but was stopped short when a high-pitched female voice cut through the room. “They’re fighting!” Followed by several managers, Chelsea, Meagan, and a gaggle of strippers ran towards the action.

After the commotion had settled, Chelsea returned first. She was full of mirth. “Your girl just got fucked up.”

“Faith?”

“Yeah. Last night, she threw a drink on a girl at the bar. The stupid bitch got her ass whupped and was still talking shit. And she was telling people you tried to take her against her will.”

“She said that about me?”

“Yeah, she pointed you out.”

“Hold on.” I stood, but Chelsea grabbed my arm, pulling me back to my seat. “They’re gone, both of them. They both got fired.”

“But that bitch said…”

“Don’t worry, nobody believes that shit. They know better. Besides, Meagan stole that bitch for saying that. She hit her in her eye… Got her good, too. It was turning black already.”


Later that week, I was awakened by a pungent odor that had permeated my entire apartment. It had the sickening smell of death. I searched under the bed, behind the dressers, and even the closet, but I couldn’t find anything. I ran through the bathroom, but there was nothing there either. I headed to the kitchen and searched the pantry, behind the appliances, the cabinets, and still no luck. However, I was getting a stronger scent from the entry door.

I opened it, and the smell was instantly overwhelming, sending my olfactory sensors into overload. I covered my nose with the front of my T-shirt to fight back the stench. I didn’t have any shoes on, so I looked down before stepping out, and it was then that I discovered the source.

It took a few moments before my eyes fully adjusted to the brightness of the sun, but there was no mistaking what it was. The rat had already begun decomposing in the heat. It was swollen, its glassy eyes were bulging, and the ants and flies were already making a meal of it.

Again, I heard Vince’s warning to not let Faith know where I lived. I knew that there was probably more to come.

Animal control arrived a few hours later. The gentleman was dressed in a fully covered suit with a ventilated mask. He picked up the dead rodent and placed it in a plastic bag for disposal. He then sprayed a chemical solution on the area and mopped it. The scent disappeared immediately. He gave me instructions. “Open your windows and doors to let any residual odors out, and you should be fine.”

I did as instructed and I emptied an entire can of Febreze throughout the apartment and left for the day.


I arrived home that evening with some food from Denny’s, and I had just sat in front of the TV when I heard the heavy sounds of what seemed like running footsteps outside my living room wall. Before I could even get up to investigate, there was a loud thumping at my door followed by an authoritative voice. “This is the police! Open up now!” I opened the door to heavily shielded officers with pointed guns.

I threw up my arms. “Whoa! What the hell?!”

The lead officer ordered. “Shut up and get on the floor!”

I was now face down on my carpet. “Can someone tell me what’s going on?!”

“Spread your arms and your legs!” As he frisked me, I watched the boots of the armed intruders as they searched through each room.

I listened as they gave the signal that it was clear. Then another entered with a German Shepard in tow. “Oh, hell no! You can’t just bring that mutt in here like that! He’s scratching up all my shit! What do you want?! Do you have a warrant?!”

“Don’t need one.”

“The fuck you don’t!”

He lowered his knee deeper into my back. The pressure was cutting off my breathing. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. You can tell us where the drugs are and save us all a lot of time, or you can stay quiet and make it harder for yourself when you go in front of the Judge.”

“Judge, what Judge? I don’t need to see no fucking Judge! And I don’t have any drugs!”

I heard a voice speak. “This place is clean.”

The pressure was released. I was allowed to stand. “I could have told you that. All you had to do was ask.” The officers filed out just as easily as they entered.

The lead officer went into his bit. “Sorry to interrupt your evening, sir, but we got a tip that this was a crack house.”

“A tip? Someone gives you a tip, and you come into my home and draw guns and put me to the floor? And you bring in a dog? But you’re sorry to interrupt my evening? That’s it?!”

“If you have any complaints, you are more than welcome to file a report.”

My appetite was gone. I had no desire to eat. I was invaded; violated.

I knew where it came from. Faith was beginning to ruin my life, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It was a game of lose-lose played on a one-way street. She could do anything to me, and because of her mental condition, wouldn’t be held responsible.


A few days later, I’d gone to The Candy Rhino. A confidant of mine, Melody, had just taken the stage performing in her Goth-chick persona wearing a jet black Bettie Page wig with matching lipstick and knee-high patent leather shiny boots accented with a purple corset.

I’d ordered a hundred ones from my waitress and was now at the stage tossing singles when I noticed Faith, dressed in street clothes, seated with a middle-aged gentleman at a table across the room.

She was leaned in close to his shoulder, pointing in my direction, and from the physical gesturing and hen-pecking at his ear, I was sure that she was planting poisonous seeds into his head.

Following her aim, he’d zeroed in on me. Gauging by the odious expression on his face, my suspicions were confirmed. With drink in hand, Faith stood from her chair and was heading my way.

I turned my attention back to Melody, watching as she crawled seductively towards me. “Make it rain, Stefen!”

I could feel Faith’s burning eyes as I cut half my stack and tossed it into the air. Melody looked to her. “Who’s this cutie? Is she your new girlfriend?”

“Fuck no! She’s not with me.” I pointed. “She’s with that guy over there. This bitter bitch is sweating me because I don’t want to fuck with her anymore. She’s going around telling people that I tried to take advantage of her while she was asleep.”

Faith took a quick look around the club and was on the upswing with her drink when I blocked her at the forearm, sending the glass to the floor.

She looked to Melody. “Did you see that?! He just knocked that drink on me!”

Melody attacked. “No, I saw what you did, bitch!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you, ho! Don’t make me get off this fucking stage because I promise you it won’t be nice! And what the fuck, bitch?! You don’t work here anyway, you random ho, in here with your trick!” Melody tossed up her arm, signaling for a manager.

Faith cowered. “You have yours coming, Stefen. I’m fucking with Gorgeous G. That’s my folks now. He’s a real pimp. I’ll make sure he takes care of your bitch-ass.” Faith and her date made their way to the exit.

After completing her set, Melody came over and sat with me. “So, what’s up with you and that one? She must be missing some good dick to be acting out like that?”

“I only went out with her one time. She’s got some serious mental issues. Real mental issues.”

“So she’s legit crazy?”

“Yes!”

“She must be because I heard her threatening you with Gorgeous G. If he knew she was putting him out there like that, she’d be in a hospital fighting for her life. But you don’t have anything to worry about. He’s not trying to go to war. He’s hard on his bitches, but he’s not about that drama. He’s all about getting his money.

“I hear you and I appreciate what you’re saying, but I’m still going to keep my eyes open.”

“Just talk to him the next time you see him.”


I was upstairs in the VIP with Vince, Jose, and Marty when Gorgeous G. entered the club. They were already up to speed with everything between Faith and I and were aware of my plan to confront him face to face.

I stood. “I’ll be back.”

Vince rose from his seat, “Stefen, you’re not going down there by yourself. He’s with some of his boys. I’m going with you.”

“It’s alright. I’m just going to talk.”

Marty cut in, “Fuck all that, just walk up to him and punch him in his fucking mouth. I don’t like him anyway.”

“I’m just going to talk, Marty.”

“Stefen… Hold on a minute.” Marty reached into his pile, pulling two wrapped stacks. He tossed them onto the table in front of me. “There you go. Two thousand dollars to punch him in his mouth.”

I countered, “Make it three and you got a deal.”

“Fuck it, I’ll make it four!” We all laughed.

Vince and I took the elevator down to the first floor. We walked over to the main bar.

Gorgeous G. was draped in a money green two-piece dress suit with a stiff open collared white button-up, a pair of Mauri square toes, and a matching belt. His chest and fingers were covered in gold and diamonds, and weighing down his left wrist was a Rolex President.

Two of his girls were breaking down, filling his palms with bills. One smiled adoringly into his eyes as she toyed with his shoulder-length perm, the other easily gliding her fingertips across his cooked sugar baby smooth cheek.

Vince stayed back as I made my approach. I walked halfway between us. I got his attention with a beckoning nod. He stepped to me. I spoke, “You got a second?”

“What can I do for you, pimp?”

“You’re Gorgeous G., right?”

“That’s me, but who are you?”

“I’m Stefen. I need to talk to you.”

“What you got, pimp?”

“Faith, she’s claiming you.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, she’s on my line now. I would have come to you like a real pimp, but I never heard of you before she ran it down to me. I’ve never even seen you. Now, if you’re trying to claim her back…”

“I’m not here for that. I’m hearing from her that you’re coming for me.”

“She said that?”

“She was at the Rhino with a trick. She left him and came over to me with it.”

“The bitch out of pockets and about to fuck up my money? Pimp, I believe you because I know she was there. But I don’t have no beef with you. You lost her, and she came seeking shelter and wisdom from me. Why would I be after you? What for? I’m getting your money.”

“As long as we have an understanding.”

“Pimp, that’s good looking out. You didn’t even owe me that. I promise you that you won’t ever have to worry about her as long as she’s with me. You got the gorgeous one’s word on that.”

I knew then my troubles with Faith were over.


A month had passed before I’d heard anything about Faith. The word was that she was caught giving facetime to another pimp by Gorgeous G.’s bottom. He’d sent four of his girls along with Faith to what was supposed to be a private party. They’d led her to an abandoned parking lot where she was badly beaten and left for dead. It was a security guard making his rounds who happened to see her lying unconscious and called the authorities.

I never knew the extent of her injuries, but it was said that she had a long way to go before fully recovering.

That one mix-tape away from a Grammy would have to wait.

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TRUE MEMOIRS OF A LIBERTINE – PAIGE

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I was in the customer’s lounge at the auto dealership having my oil changed when she walked in.

She was a petite, chocolate brown girl dressed in a pair of fitted white denims with a matching crop top, exposing her taut midriff. Her hair was cut in a short asymmetrical bob that hung low and across the face on one side and was chopped and tapered in the rear.

I watched as she quick-glanced the crowded room, fixing her eyes on the only available seat, which was next to mine. “Is this one taken?”

“No, not at all.” I stood slightly in a chivalrous gesture. “Please sit down.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Stefen.”

“Paige.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. How’s your day going?”

“Other than these people driving me, I’m fine.”

“Are you having work done on your car?”

“No, I’m switching cars.”

“Switching cars?”

“It was acting up, so they’re trying to put me in something else.”

“Oh, what was wrong with it?”

“What wasn’t wrong with it? The brakes were bad. The headlights went out; I got a ticket for that. Now the radiator or whatever overheated, and it broke down on me on the Interstate. Smoke was everywhere. I thought the damn thing was on fire. And my favorite CD is still stuck in the player.”

“It sounds like a lemon. Have you tried to get your money back?”

“It’s a buy-here-pay-here, and they keep your deposit if you walk away. Once they get you to
sign those papers, you’re screwed. I just didn’t have any other options after my new car was stolen. I was so upside down that I still owed money after the insurance paid it off. Now it gets even better, Stefen. In the middle of all that, I get laid off… No warning. If not for unemployment, I’d be out on the street.”

“Where were you working?”

“I was over at Bunny Bread. Six years and I’m gone just like that.”

“Do you have any prospects?”

“Not right now. I’ve been looking, but nothing so far. Why, do you have some work for me?”

I returned a smile. “I can look around, call on a few favors.”

Paige’s attention was caught by the short, stocky man entering the room. “There’s my salesman right there.”

I took a quick inventory. Below his balding Afro were the chubby cheeks of a hording hamster. His dress was typical of the used heap-huckster. An open-collared white dress shirt and cheap brown slacks. “Uh, Paige, we have you all set up and ready to go.” He opened the manila folder, spit-turning a few pages before offering his knockoff Mont Blanc. “I just need you to sign right here.”

Paige stood, glancing over the paperwork. She scrawled her signature at the bottom. “I’m not going to have problems with this one, am I, Johnny?”

“Oh, no. This one is real nice.” He leaned in, whispering, “It was owned by an old white lady
from Chalmette. She hardly ever drove it. You won’t have any problems at all.” He studied me from above his reading glasses as he tugged Paige’s elbow. “Come right this way, I have it waiting outside.”

Paige disengaged Johnny’s grasp. “Hold on, I’m talking to my new friend.”

He reached over, extending his hand. “Johnny Davis. How are you, brother?”

I stood. “Stefen Carbo. Glad to meet you, Johnny.”

Paige cut in, “Well, Stefen, it was nice talking to you. Why don’t you call me sometime so we
can continue our conversation.”

“Sure, I would like that.” I quickly opened my contacts.

Johnny broke in, “We really have to go.” He held out the folder, pointing towards the exit.
“Your new car is outside, and the engine’s running. I even have the air conditioner on for you, too. It’s nice and cold.”

“Didn’t you just say that I would have no trouble with this car?”

“Right, you have nothing to worry about. I put my word on that.”

“So it shouldn’t matter how long it runs out there, right?”

“Right.” There was an anxiousness in Johnny’s voice. “You’ll be just fine. You have our
promise.”

“Well, go out there and wait for me. I’m coming.” Johnny fixed his mouth for a retort, but after scanning the room, he thought the better of it. “Call me soon, Stefen, okay?”
“I will.”

As Paige walked away, my mind began to analyze the entirety of the situation. Even though it seemed to be no fault of her own, she had some serious and pressing financial responsibilities that would have to be resolved, and I was not sure if I was up for it.


It was about two weeks later when I phoned Paige. As it rang, I ran through a few pat hand
alibis to offer for my lack of imperativeness. “Hello.”

“Hello, is this Paige?”

“Who’s this?”

“Stefen… I met you at the car dealership… You were changing cars.”

“Oh! Hey, Stefen. You took your sweet time calling me, didn’t you? I thought you must have
met someone else or something.”

“Things were hectic for a while, and I had to get some personal affairs in order.”

“Well, I hope you worked it all out.”

“Everything’s good now. Look, I was wondering what you were doing today. I thought maybe
you would like to get out for a while, get something to eat.”

“That sounds good. I’m always hungry.”

“How about two o’clock? I’ll pick you up.”

“I can be ready by then. It’s kind of early, huh?”

“I was thinking we could make a day of it. Maybe make up for taking so long to call you.”

“It’s a start.”


I arrived at Paige’s place with ten minutes to spare. She resided in a mixed-income apartment complex in a hardscrabble area of Eastern New Orleans. There were a few shady characters loitering about when I parked, but they didn’t seem to be of any threat. I phoned Paige as I approached her door. She welcomed me in.

“Have a seat.” Paige darted off towards her bathroom. “I have to finish putting on my face! I’ll be ready in a minute!”

I sat on the sofa, taking a look around the room. There were no pictures, awards or certificates of any kind. Everything, including the furniture, had rented all over them. I wouldn’t have been shocked to lift a cushion and find an Aaron’s placard.

“How do I look? Is this okay?”

Paige stood in sandals wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a short-sleeved blouse. “It’s perfect. You look very nice.”

As we exited the property, I noticed Paige eyeing the interior of my car. “There’s leather
everywhere I look, Stefen. This is much nicer than that piece of shit I’m driving.”

“It’s just a car.”

“It must have been expensive.”

“It wasn’t cheap.”

“You must be doing well, really well.”

“I do okay?”


We had seafood at a restaurant on Decatur Street before a stroll along the Moon Walk. On the way back to the car, we’d stopped and grabbed a couple of daiquiris.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Paige?”

“Yes, I haven’t been out here in years. I forget how nice New Orleans is sometimes. I felt like a tourist today.” She took a couple sips from her drink straw. “Where do you live?”

“A few blocks away.”

“You live in the Quarter?”

“Actually, I’m over in the Warehouse District.”

“I’d like to see it. Take me there.”


Paige was wide-eyed with anticipation as we entered, scanning every inch from the kitchen to the living room. She pulled me close, giving me a long, deep kiss. She released slightly, looking me in my eyes. “I need a favor, Stefen.”

“What is it?”

“I need fifteen hundred dollars.” I pushed away from her embrace, but she locked on, holding me tighter. She lightly ran her fingertips along my chest and shoulder. “With that kind of car you drive and a place like this, I know you got it. It’s not a lot of money for a big-timer like you. I can see you’re not broke, not at all.”

I forced myself from her grip, taking a seat on the sofa. I grabbed the remote, hitting the power button. She sat next to me. “What do you need that kind of money for?”

“I got a lot of bills I need to catch up with. You know I’m out of work right now.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me that…two weeks ago. How soon are these bills due? Are they about to shut off the lights, evict you, or take your car?”

“Not this month, but by next month I’ll be out of my place with nowhere to go.”

“Well, you have some time yet. If things don’t work out by then, I’ll do what I can to help you
with that.”

“I could really use it right now, though.” Paige leaned in, speaking softly into my ear. “When I
don’t have to think about things like that, I can really have a lot of fun.”

“Like I said, if it don’t work out by then, I’ll take care of it. I got you.”

Paige sighed, turning her attention to the TV.

I knew that she was in a bind when I met her, so there was no way I should have been surprised when she asked for help. I wanted to give her the benefit, but I also wanted to be sure I wasn’t about to get played. “How are you set for food? Do you have anything to eat at home?”

“Not really. I have a few cans here and there.”

“Come on, I’m taking you grocery shopping.”


Paige’s refrigerator was filled with milk, eggs, juices, fruits, vegetables, and meats for the
freezer. Her pantry was stocked with rice, beans, pasta, and canned goods. I’d even supplied her with paper towels, tissues for the bathroom, cleaning supplies, and spray scents.
I wasn’t comfortable at Paige’s place, so there was no way I was going to leave my car
unattended overnight. “I’m going to get out of here, okay?”

“Do you really have to go?”

“Yeah. I have some business to take care of tomorrow, so I’m going to go home, take a shower, and get to bed.”

She gave me a tight hug followed by a couple of pecks on the lips. “Thank you so much for my date and my groceries. I don’t have to worry about eating for at least two months.”

“No problem. Like I said, I got you.”

We kissed again before I walked out. She leaned through the doorway, watching as I entered my car. She waved as I drove off.


It was the next morning when I called Daniel, an old high school buddy of mine. I had
remembered a previous conversation that we’d had where he’d asked if I knew anyone who might be interested in a position as a call center representative.

After catching up and throwing each other a few playful jabs, I pitched Paige to him as a
potential candidate. Daniel went straight into management mode, telling me that they were still hiring, but he didn’t know exactly when the next training period was. He promised to get back to me with the details.

Over the next few days, I hadn’t heard from Paige. I’d left several messages, but all I got was a one-way conversation with her answering service.

After about a week, I stopped calling. This must have triggered something because Paige made an impromptu visit to my place. I opened the door.

“Surprise, Stefen! What’s up?”

“So I don’t hear from you in forever, and you just pop up out of the blue?”

“You don’t have company, do you?” She followed me to the sofa. “What were you doing?”

“I was watching this movie, but how ’bout you tell me why you haven’t been taking my calls or giving me the courtesy of returning them.”

“I’ve been out trying to find some work, trying to get some money. I have all these bills coming up, and you don’t want to help me.”

“I never said that I wouldn’t. You just have to have a little patience.”

“I don’t have patience, Stefen. I like to have things done right away.”

Paige slid to the floor, crawling between my legs. “What do we have here?” She bit my crotch, blowing warm air through the fabric of my boxers. She then climbed on top of me, probing my ear with her tongue, giving my lobe sharp nibbles. She spoke in a husky voice. “Are you going to give me that money?”

“You really don’t have patience, do you?”

“I told you that I didn’t. I need things now, just like I need you right now.” She removed her top and bra, tossing them aside. “I want you to suck on these titties.” She pressed her breast to my lips. “Can you do that?”

I took her pert nipple into my mouth. “Yeah, Stefen. That turns me on.”

“You like that?”

“I love it. That makes me want to give you this pussy.”

“You want to give it to me?”

“I want to give you all this pussy, but what are you going to do for me?”

I shoved Paige off my lap and stood. “What the hell?!

“Fuck it then, Stefen!” Paige silently dressed herself as she stormed out, slamming the door
behind her.


Daniel called me the following morning, informing me that he had a spot in the next training
class, but Paige needed to come in and apply in person. I thanked him.

That left me with mixed feelings. I really didn’t want to deal with Paige, but at the same time, I didn’t want to be petty.

There was an uneasiness tugging at me as I dialed her number. I was hair-triggered, ready to go off if she gave me any gruff. I just wanted to pass on the info and move on.

“Hello, Stefen.” Paige’s voice was warm and cordial.

“Hey, I’m calling to tell you something right quick. Do you have a second?”

“I do, but first let me apologize. I was way out of line, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.
I’m kinda desperate, and I admit, I was trying to seduce you to get some money.”

“Well, I’m glad you said that. It makes me feel better about it. But I called you because I have
some good news. How would you like a job?”

“Don’t play with me, Stefen! I would love a job!”

“This is why I was telling you to hold on and be patient. I talked to a buddy of mine. His name
is Daniel Moore, and he’s a manager at Independence Bank. I told him about your situation and he’s guaranteed me that he’ll hire you.”

“But I’ve never worked in a bank before. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“It’s for the bank, not in the bank. It’s not even at a branch. The job is working in the call center out in Michoud. That’s only a couple of miles away from where you live.”

“What am I supposed to do there?”

“Daniel said you’ll have your own cubicle where you pretty much sit at your desk in front of a
computer and answer phone calls from customers.”

“What do I tell them?”

“You’re worrying way too much. They’re going to train you for a whole month before you even touch a real call.”

“But I need money now, Stefen. I can’t wait a month to get paid. I can’t do that. Tell him thanks but no thanks.”

“They pay you while you train. You’re set. The interview is for noon tomorrow. You can do
this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure. He told me that if you stick with it, there will be raises and potential to move
up. This could be a career for you. That’s way better than baking bread.”

“You’re right. This could change my whole life.”

“I’m sending you a text with all the info.”

“Thank you so much, Stefen. This means the world to me.”

“No problem. Glad I could help.”


I got a call from Daniel the following evening. Paige was a no-show. I apologized for the
inconvenience and thanked him for the favor. I called Paige immediately.

“Hey, Stefen.”

“Paige, what happened? Why didn’t you make the interview? Daniel told me that you didn’t
even show up. You didn’t even call.”

“I went out with my girls last night and we got drunk. I forgot to set my alarm clock.”

“You go out and get drunk on the night before a job interview? When were you going to tell
me?”

“I woke up about an hour ago, and I’m just getting out of the shower. I was going to call you. I
don’t know what the fuck the big deal is, though. If it’s your boy, you can just have him set it up for another day or something.”

“The spot is filled now, Paige!”

“Well, if he can’t squeeze me in, he can’t be all that anyway.”

“Is that the way you think things work? When you don’t show up for a scheduled interview, you don’t get hired. All you had to do was get some rest and get over there bright-eyed and fresh. But no, you decided to go out with your girls and get shit-faced. Are your girls going to help pay your bills?”

“You’re not my daddy! Where the fuck do you get off trying to handle me? Who do you think you are?”

“I’m the one you’ve been trying to get money from, remember? I’m the one who’s trying to get you out of the hole you’re in. I’m the one who found you a job so that you could be independent and do for yourself instead of having to ask for money. That’s who I am.”

“I’m on my way to see you. We can talk about it when I get there.”


It was an hour later when Paige arrived. She walked by me, entering. “Wow, look at you. No makeup, sweats, and sneakers? Not what I expected.”

I closed the door and was heading for the sofa when she stepped into my path. “What?”

She pointed her finger to the tip of my nose. “You’re a pussy, you know that?”

“Is that what you came over here for? You’re looking for a fight?”

“Yup, I’m about to mess you up, pretty boy.” She raised her clenched fists, taking her guard. “No motherfucker talks to me like that.” I was able to telegraph the wild roundhouse, stepping back just enough for it to only graze my chin. “There we go. I almost got your ass.”

Paige then came with a flurry of punches. I side-stepped, shoving her away. “You can’t be
serious.”

She rallied with another roundhouse. I blocked it with a forearm, countering with an open hand slap across the side of her head. “Is that enough, or do you want some more? Let me know.”

“You got lucky, that’s all.”

She charged at me with spinning windmills. I grabbed her wrists, twisted her around, placing my foot to her rear end. Paige flailed desperately as she tried to catch her balance, landing hard against the arm of the sofa. “Owe! Damn, man, fuck!” She knelt, clutching her gut, raising her hand in surrender. “Alright, you got me. You win.”

“Are you sure? I can go all day.”

“No, you win. I swear.” She was curled on her side in a ball for a few moments. With an even, steady smile, Paige rose, slowly sashaying over to me. My hands were at my sides, but I was poised for a sneak attack. She reached gingerly for my shoulders while looking into my eyes. “I don’t want to fight anymore.” She lightly tugged at my neck, pulling me down for a long, passionate kiss. I reached around with both hands, palming her rear.

Paige led me to my bedroom, sitting me down on the edge of the bed. She backed away and removed her sweats. I watched as she did a sensual dance, running her hands across her hips and breasts. She cupped her tits, squeezing and stretching them to her mouth, running her pointed tongue around her dark areolas.

She then pulled my shirt above my head, attacking my nipples, gnawing and biting while unbuttoning my pants. I lifted slightly as she slid them down.

Paige began kissing and sucking my inner thighs. She raised my sack, attacking my perineum with veracity. She went quickly for my anus, stabbing it with her hot, darting tongue.

I freed myself from her probing, pulling her onto the bed. I mounted her missionary, entering her moistness, pounding thoroughly.

The light tingly sensations of my approaching orgasm had already begun. I knew I was only moments away from my release. “I want to see your face when you come. Put that nut in me.”

“It’s almost here.” My strokes increased. “Here it comes. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Give it to me.”

My eyes rolled under my tightly closed lids. My body bucked wildly. “Here it comes! Here it comes!”

Without even the slightest of a presage or forewarning, Paige shoved me off of her. Her timing was perfect, and the pain was immediate. I grabbed myself in an attempt to open the sluice, but I was gripped with humiliation.

“What the fuck was that, Paige?!”

With the acting dramatics, reminiscent of the silent film starlets, she threw her arm across her forehead. “I can’t have any fun when I’m always thinking about these bills.” I was surprised she didn’t follow with the over-the-top batting of the eyelashes.

If I wasn’t sure before, I knew what I was dealing with now. There was a wily snake next to me in my bed.

She jumped to her feet, side-eyeing me as she dressed, doing her best to fight back the smirk that was tugging at the sides of her mouth. “Gotta go. Bye.”

A tremulous giggle trailed behind as Paige scurried away. She was gone.

She had won the battle, but I could at least take solace in the fact that I hadn’t given her what she was after. But somehow, for some reason, I still felt like a chump. I could’ve just moved on, but I wanted answers. I wanted closure; a finale. I wanted to win the war.


It was the following day when I put my plan into action. I was walking the used car lot, feigning interest, when a young salesman approached. “How are you doing, sir? What do we have to do to put you in one of these fine, certified pre-owned vehicles today? We’re having our big closeout…”

“I’d talked to another gentleman before. Johnny Davis. Is he here today?”

“Yes, sir. Let me get him for you.”

I was kicking tires when I saw the huckster waddling out to meet me. “Hey there, buddy. You asked for me? How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a nice car for a friend of mine. She has one now, but she’s wanting to trade up to something newer.”

“Oh, I recognize you. I bet you’re looking for a car for Paige.”

“Right. She’s a little down on her luck, and I’m trying to see if I can help her out. Losing her job and all has put her a little behind, you know?”

“Her job?”

“Over at Bunny Bread. She worked there for six years.”

“She never lost a job at Bunny Bread.” Johnny’s face lit with glee. “Paige ain’t no joke. How much did she get you for, a couple grand?”

“Just because I may have given her a few dollars, it doesn’t mean that she’s trying to get over on me.”

Johnny was bent over with laughter. “I’m sorry, young blood. I don’t mean no disrespect.”

“What’s funny?”

“Oh, my god. That damn Paige has done it again.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Let me ask you this. Did you hit?”

“No, but she really likes me. We have something real.”

He placed his hand on my shoulder as he wiped his teary eyes. “Young blood. She has a big lesbian lover and they live together in Eden Isle out there in Slidell.”

“Now I know that’s not true because I’ve been to her apartment and she lives alone.”

“You mean the apartment that she uses for in-calls. She turns tricks and shakes down guys just like you. Don’t feel bad, you were beat by the best.”

“Did she get you, too?”

“Well…”

“Alright, Johnny. I guess I’ll see you later.”

“What about a car?”

“You just talked yourself out of that, didn’t you?”


I’d just pulled into Paige’s driveway when I saw her walking a gentleman to his pickup truck. I quickly backed in between two parked cars, watching until he drove away.

I dialed Paige. “Hey, Stefen. What do you want?”

“I’m stopping by.”

“No, not right now. I was out last night and I have a hangover. Call me later.”

“Too late, I’m walking up to your door. Open it.”

It was a few moments before she let me in. She’d removed her makeup, ruffled her hair, and was now wrapped in a housecoat. I bullied my way, walking around her place as she followed. “How are you going to just come to my house without calling first?”

“How did you come to my house without calling first? What’s the matter, do you have company?”

“No.”

I spotted empty fast-food wrappers and cups on the dining table. “Looks like it to me. Is that a place setting for two?”

She grabbed it all together into a mash-up. “I didn’t feel like cooking.” As she shoved it into the trash can, I stole away to her bedroom. “Your bed is a mess, too.” I could hear her hustling towards me. “It’s funky in here, Paige. What’s that smell?”

Page tore the covers away from the bed, rolling them into a pile. “I was going to clean up today.”

“What’s that envelope on your dresser? It looks like it’s full of cash.”

“That’s for my rent. My girlfriend let me have that.”

“Well, I guess I don’t have to give you the surprise I had for you.”

“What surprise?” With a steady push, Paige nudged me back into the living room. “What are you talking about?”

“Get yourself together. I’m taking you to the bank to open your own account.”

“Really?! Are you going to put money in it?!”

“I told you that I had you, didn’t I?”

She held me tightly. “You’re so sweet.”

“Damn, you stink. You smell like ass and nut.”

She smiled. “No, I don’t, Stefen.”

“Smells like some longshoremen ran a train on your ass. Go take a shower.” Paige hurried off. “And make sure you wash everything good too!”

“Shut up!”

I began to investigate, peeking into the refrigerator and cupboards. Everything was bare. All the food I’d bought was gone. I thought back to Johnny and his story of the big lesbian. I caught a quick visual of her chomping down on my steaks. If I had anything left in my conscience to convince me to drop the idea of revenge, it had now flown out the window.

Paige was wrapped in a towel when she ducked into her bedroom. She spoke from the other side of the door. “Give me a few minutes, alright?”

“If you keep me waiting much longer, we may have to do it another day.”

“No! I’m coming. Just wait for me.”

“You have to hurry up. It’s getting late.”


We were pulling into my parking spot when Paige questioned. “Why are we here, Stefen? I thought we were going to the bank.”

“We are. Come in for a few minutes. I just have to grab up my banking and personal information. Plus I want to call ahead and make an appointment. I know the manager, and she takes care of my transactions for me.”

Paige tailed my every move, following me to my bedroom. I pointed to the stack of papers on the dresser. “This is what I needed.”

“Okay, now can we go?”

“I said that I had to call in. Have a seat.” She took the very edge of the bed.

I removed the documents and sat next to her. I scrolled through my contacts, fake dialed a number, and placed it to my ear. “Leslie, how are you? I need you to set something up for me. I want to open a checking account for a friend of mine… Yeah, today if you can… Good, we’ll be there in a few, okay? You want to put it in now?”

I handed a sheet of paper and a pen to Paige. “Write down your full name and social. She wants to load it all in so that all we have to do is deposit it into your new account.”

“Can’t you just give me the money?”

“I don’t have that kind of cash on me, and I can’t withdraw three thousand dollars from an ATM.” Paige’s eyes sparkled.

“Yeah, Leslie, she lives in New Orleans.”

“No, give her my grandmother’s address. That’s where I receive all my important stuff.”

“Are you sure, Paige? Your debit card and everything will be at your grandmother’s house.”

“I’m sure.”

“Where does she live?”

“Slidell.”

“Okay, write all that down for me.”

“Hold on, Leslie. She’s giving me everything now.” I read it back into the phone. “Do you have all that?”

I leaned close to Paige, speaking in a low voice. “If I ever wanted to send my people at you, I have everything I need now, don’t I?” I laughed.

“Okay, Leslie, thanks. We’ll be on our way. We just have a little business to take care of first. We’ll see you when we get there.”

Paige watched intently as I began removing my shoes and socks. “What are you doing? I thought we were going to the bank, Stefen.”

“We are.” I stood, unbuttoning my shirt.

“But we can do that when we get back, can’t we?”

“I want to do it now.” I lowered my pants and underwear. “I guess I’m like you. I don’t have patience.”

“I don’t know, man.”

I held my erection tightly in my fist. “It won’t be long. I still have that big nut in my sack from the last time you were here.” I guided her to the floor. “Now, suck my dick.”

Paige took me, lazily lapping and stroking.

“Oh no, not like that. I’m going to fuck your pretty little face.” I balanced on the balls of my feet, shoving my penis deep into her throat. I humped, thrusting steadily, punching her tonsils.

“That’s it! Take it!” I held her tightly to me, locking my hands behind the nape of her neck. “Take that dick!” Paige struggled, gagging and coughing. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears.

I pulled out, releasing her. “I tell you what. Since you’re not really into it. Get undressed and get on the bed.”

“But I don’t want to take my clothes off.”

“You want that money, right?”

“Yeah, but you’re going to be all day, and I want to get there before they close. It’s already four fifteen. We can finish this later.”

“We’re going to finish now. The sooner we get it over with, the sooner we can go. You’re wasting time.” Paige quickly removed her clothes. She climbed onto the bed and on her back. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

“I don’t like it like that.”

“I do. You’re a big girl. You’ll be just fine.” Paige turned, positioning herself. “That looks good, but I need you to arch your back a little more for me. I want that ass up nice and high.” She followed my directions. “There we go. That looks good.” I caressed her cheeks with both hands. “I wish I could say I’m going to be gentle, but I can’t.”

I spat into my palm, coating my head. I placed it at her entrance, slowly entering her. Paige reflexed, but I grabbed her narrow waist. “Don’t run away from it.”

“It’s too much.”

“You’re okay.” I began stroking in and out, speeding up slightly until I caught my rhythm. Paige’s buttocks rippled under each hit of my body. “It’s getting juicy down there. Listen to it. It must be good to you.”

“You’re going in too far.”

“Not yet. Tilt that ass up some more. I’m about to go deeper.”

“You’re already as far as you can go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it hurts.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve hit bottom yet.” I began to pound Paige with everything I had.

“Damn! You’re killing me.”

“I’m about to kill you some more, bitch!”

“Stefen, you’re fucking me up, man! Stop! You’re too big! I can’t take it!”

Paige’s cries began to turn me on even more. She dug her fingers into the pillows, burying her face. “Owe, it hurts! Hurry up, please!”

“Here it comes, bitch!” I pulled out, stroking, rubbing my balls in her crack as I exploded, glazing her ass with my semen. “Ah, that’s it! Yes!”

“Tell me you’re not doing that all over me.”

“Fuck! It feels so good it hurts!”

“That shit is disgusting!”

I squeezed off the last few drops before gathering my clothes. I headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I took a piss and had a quick bird bath in the sink before getting dressed.

Paige was locked in the same position when I walked out. “What’s wrong with you?! Why aren’t you dressed?!”

“Can you get me a towel or something?”

“We don’t have time for that shit! Put your fucking clothes on! We have to go. Leslie will be leaving in thirty minutes.”

“What about all this stuff? It’s starting to run everywhere.”

“Fuck that! By the time we get there, it’ll be dry. Let’s go! I’ll be waiting for you in the car.”

Paige came running. I opened the passenger door and we drove away. “Don’t worry, we don’t have far to go. My bank is right up ahead on Canal Street. We’re on time.”

“Okay.”

“Are you alright? I wasn’t really hurting you, was I?”

“No, I was just trying to get you to hurry up.”

“I thought it was good. What do you think? Did you enjoy it?”

“That was so good, my pussy is still throbbing. I’ve never had a man fuck me like that before in my life. You’re making me rethink everything.”

“Rethink? Like what?”

“Just…everything.”

“I’m going to add an extra two grand, okay?”

“When you say it like that, now…for some reason I’m feeling insulted.”

I turned into the bank’s parking lot, stopping near the entrance. “Paige, all that action has shaken my insides up pretty bad. I’m going to drive over across the street to that Burger King. I’ll meet you back here. I won’t be long, alright?”

“You want me to wait?”

“No, Leslie’s expecting you.”

“Won’t they be closed when you get back?”

“She’ll let me in. She does it all the time. Maybe we can go and get some dinner. I know how you like to eat.”

“Okay.” Paige smiled warmly. “But after that, can we go back and fuck again? I mean, have sex.”

“Shit, I’m getting hard thinking about it.”

Paige hurried into the lobby. I slowly pulled away, watching as she took a seat. It was somewhat reminiscent of the first time we met.

I had no idea how long it took for her to realize that there was no Leslie and that I hadn’t opened an account. It wasn’t even my bank. I knew what I did was wrong on so many levels, but karma had put me in charge, and it felt great.

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CATHY AND THE GAMEROOM

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After stepping away and dedicating more than a decade, strictly and exclusively to my art, can I once again live my life as a libertine? Are my frequent and unrelenting bouts of nostalgia as I reminisce, longing for my younger years, just simply a mid-life crisis or a clarion call? Can I make my libertine dreams a reality?

Follow along with me on an all-access, fun-filled, no-holds-barred journey filled with stories, tell-alls, tales, failures, successes, and progress updates as I climb my way back.

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Originally published June 17th, 2024, on my Patreon page.

About a month ago, I met a woman named Cathy.

Cathy is blonde, mature, full-figured, and very attractive with a pair of titties that she continually struggles with to keep them from bursting through whatever she’s wearing. When they’re natural, I guess they do whatever they want.

During our conversations, I found out that Cathy was a mover, shaker, and a hustler who was well-connected with the street culture here in Dallas. She knows how to survive, and she’s already helping me on my journey to independence.

She hit me up last night to come and hang out with her at a couple of the game rooms. She wanted to play and also to allow me to acclimate myself to the scene.

I’d never actually been inside any of them.

Mind you, these places are notorious for getting robbed. Out in Fort Worth, five masked guys with guns came in blasting and robbed each patron. They even assaulted a few, who were fetally curled on the floor, with punches and kicks.

Her $20.00 was matched by the house with another $20.00 for a total of $40.00 to play. Cathy explained that you must win at least double that amount before you can cash out.

It wasn’t a problem, though. She’d sat me next to her, and I watched her play some form of roulette as she built her winnings up to a little over $200.00 before calling it.

Most gamblers would have continued and eventually lost their earnings, but Cathy knows how to win.

We’d left there and driven to a couple of other game rooms, but, judging by the parking lots, they’d seemed to be empty. She’d told me that Mondays are usually slow.

We’d then decided to hang out and just drive around the city for a while until one of her associates sent her a text, looking for some “girl”. Through one of my sources, I was able to put that together for her and put a few dollars into my pocket, too.

Cathy is a keeper.

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WHY DOES YOUR WOMAN WALK ALL OVER YOU?

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Stories based on my life experiences and from my imagination of love, relationships, betrayal, and vengeance that you will no doubt enjoy.


Do you ever wonder what happened to that kind, gentle, and loving soul that you met a year and a half ago?

Who is this volatile she-devil that’s turned your life into a nightmare? How did you get here?

Manipulative women are clever, but they can only do what you allow them to do.

They won’t do anything extreme in the beginning for fear of losing you or the repercussions and legal trouble that may follow if you were to get the authorities involved. No, they take their time to feel you out first, see how their work is cut out for them.

But it’s up to you to see the signs.

Sometimes they’re subtle, but they’re always there. And by all means, you must address them right away.

If not, she will eat at you nibble by nibble until she’s taking big chunky bites at a time.
Think of the frog in the boiling water. Only in this scenario, she’s controlling the flame.

Meet Melvin.

Melvin was a chubby, bifocaled, late twenties office worker type who lived with his wife in the apartment below me.

He was easy-going and quiet, never uttering a syllable over sixty-five decibels.

He used public transportation, electing to leave the SUV at home for his wife, and would make the daily trek to the bus stop on foot. With his navy blue business suit, a brief case in one hand and his paper sack lunch in the other, even from a block away, you could see that Melvin was a soft touch.

Now, as passive as Melvin was, his wife was just the opposite.

She was an imposing woman with a thunderous voice, a built-in frown, and the broad shoulders of a Samoan professional wrestler.

One night, I was at home having a romantic dinner with a brand new girlfriend. We were staring into each other’s eyes as our lips closed in for our very first kiss.

But the moment was interrupted. “Melvin!” The shout was as clear as if it were just outside my door.

We then took to the sofa, where I explained to her that Melvin was this very nice gentleman whose wife verbally abused him. She was visibly upset as I told her about his work ethic, how he’d arrived home in the evenings just as predictably and timely as he’d left in the mornings.

We both agreed that he was underappreciated, with her wanting to go down and have a conversation with Melvin’s wife. I told her how sweet I thought her intentions were, but I also had to impress upon her how big a mistake that would have been.

There was nothing that she or I could do for Melvin. He was defeated, spineless, and emasculated.

So, how did this happen to Melvin?

As I said, it’s gradual. It doesn’t happen overnight. They hold back that aggressiveness and ease you into it with a continuous dose of mental mind-screwing that’s sure to keep you demented, deranged, and confused.

During a debate or argument, does your woman let you get a word in?

Does she spin the conversation to avoid answering your questions?

Do you get to question her?

Is it a problem when you want to do something with the guys or go somewhere alone?

Does she wait until you’re already dressed and walking out the door before she demands that you call the guys and cancel? Then, and only when she gets her way, does she reward you with sex?

The crying, the happiness, the drama, the anger, the smiling, the frowning, and the self-pity are all theater. It’s manipulation.

If it’s something legitimately mental and she’s truly that unstable, she needs the help of a professional, and there’s nothing you can do for her anyway.

Was this ever you?

“Honey, do you need me to get anything for you before I jump in the shower?” Of course, she’s not even looking you in the eyes while lying in bed, reading and eating chocolates. You’re still standing there with the towels in your hand, waiting for an answer. “Hon?”

“What?!” She screams, peppering you with indignation as she slams the magazine onto her lap. “Can’t you fucking see I’m busy?”

You lower your tone. “I was just asking if you needed me to do anything for you before I hop in the shower right quick…I won’t be long.”

She ignores you, raising the book in front of her face. You then sulk away, but before you can get your hand on the doorknob, she wants a glass of ice water.

Of course, you hustle for it without delay.

You bring it back to her with a folded paper napkin wrapped around it, just the way she likes it.

As you place it onto the nightstand, she thanks you for being so considerate, but lets you know that you smell like fresh dog shit. However, you’re so used to the deadpanned, backhanded insults, you don’t even respond.

You turn on the water and undress. You stand, looking at yourself in the mirror. What was once a toned and defined physique is now average at best.

You blow it off and step under the soothing spray. As you lather yourself, you think back to how the two of you would have sex two, and sometimes three times a day.

You consider squeezing one off, but you don’t want to be completely drained in case tonight’s your lucky night.

But don’t worry, you’ll be losing your sex drive soon anyway. Your erections will begin to decrease in rigidity, and your balls will shrink to half their size.

She will have broken you down to the molecular level, controlling each and every moment of your life.

She’ll be riding you from the time you wake in the morning until the time you close your eyes at night.

Is that any way to live?

Now that she’s squeezed the last drop of masculinity from you, her goal will be accomplished, and she will then get bored.

And don’t you worry your pretty little head; she won’t dump you just yet. No, she has to find a replacement first.

Of course, you’ll be the current topic among her girlfriends. They already know how much of a weakling you are, and they revel in how she masterfully, systemically, consistently, and with precision destroyed you.

So what do you do? Do you wait for the inevitable, or do you make your move?

Obviously, the relationship can’t be saved because she absolutely has no respect for you.

And no amount of couples therapy or anything you could possibly do is going to change that.

No, sir, it’s time to claim back your manhood. It’s time to cut your losses and move on, champ.

Now, don’t go rushing in with a head full of steam. You have to carefully plan an exit strategy.

This is one thing that men don’t usually do well.

When a woman leaves a man, she will have already searched and found a new place, paying the rent from a separate bank account that you knew nothing about.

And it will be together too. Have you ever seen a woman move into an unfurnished or empty apartment? Of course not.

Where did all those dishes, pots, and silverware come from?

How about all the pretty bathroom decorations or the bedroom sheets, comforter with the matching curtains?

Women plan. But we as men end up on our brother’s or sister’s couch for a month or two before we can even get on our feet.

Take your time and prepare before making your move. It would also behoove you to leave when she’s out with those girlfriends of hers.

Just think about how awesome it would be to have them drop her off at home, only to find that you’ve dumped her ass.

And no, you’re not being a coward. You’re using common sense because you know she would never in a million years sit quietly and let you walk out of her life. This would be a win for you, and she’s not going to let you have it. It will no doubt be a confrontation.

Get out of there as quickly as you can, and if you must say something, leave her a nice little note telling her that you wish her the best in all her endeavors.

I never knew what happened to Melvin, but I did see his wife many years later. She was with a girlfriend of hers in the shopping mall, and I just could not help but make mention that I was once her upstairs neighbor.

I let her in on the fact that I could hear her yelling his name through my floor.

She gave an embarrassing smile while dipping her head in playful shame.

She introduced herself as Ann. Even though she was smiling now, I finally had a name to go with that frown.

Ann didn’t say anything about Melvin or whether they were still married or not.

I didn’t see a ring on her finger, so perhaps she’d learned a lesson.

Maybe Melvin picked up some self-esteem he may have had left and moved on.

Maybe he found someone with whom he was more compatible.

Someone who could recognize him for who he was, the quiet, chubby, bifocaled office worker type that needed to be treated like a human being.

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GIRL 214

“Tiffany, a young girl with a tremendous singing talent, is lured away from her high school sweetheart into the world of street prostitution by a charismatic pimp.”

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Girl 214 is my first feature movie project. Self-funded, produced and directed.

I wrote the screenplay several years ago, and I’ve been chipping away at it ever since.

It’s a Dallas story, and I’d moved up there for a few years to capture all my establishing shots and most of my B-roll. I’ll more than likely have to go back for a shot here or there but I’m confident that I have enough coverage to complete it here in New Orleans.

While there in Dallas, I walked the streets to get a feel for the city’s vibe and its culture. That helped tremendously and allowed me to revise my script so that I could come to a more accurate representation with my presentation.

There’s nothing better than having your feet on the ground where you can see, taste, smell, hear and see a city. That’s the only way it will reveal itself. You must be where it is.

I knew it would be a long journey, and I’m okay with where I’m at so far; however, I’m in the process of stepping it up a bit. It’s time to get that ball rolling again.

The great thing is that, unlike Dallas, here in New Orleans, there’s already a well-established film community in place, with plenty of resources and talented actors ready for an opportunity. Being a native also gives me an advantage in that I can call on all my friends for favors and help. Believe me, I intend to exploit each and every one of them to exhaustion.

I may not have any friends after this. Ha! Stay tuned.

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PROJECT DAKOTA #1.1

This gorgeous work of art has now been passed down to me.

It is my mother’s, and she hasn’t driven it in over a decade. It has been sitting in the same spot ever since she purchased a new vehicle in 2012.

Unbelievably, those tires are still holding some air. I’d purchased them for her brand new just before the truck began having some mechanical issues. A malfunction of the transmission caused it to drop into limp mode while driving at highway speed. It’s a common problem with Dodge transmissions of this era.

Was I looking for a project? Absolutely not!

Will I take it on because my mother wants me to have it and fix it up? Definitely.

Someone somehow broke the rear passenger window. It could have been a projectile from a lawnmower or maybe some kid throwing rocks. Who knows? I haven’t looked inside yet because it’s filled with wasps and who knows what else.

I’m going to take a slow and precautionary tiptoe around the exterior before opening stuff up. I don’t want to be stung or bitten by black widows. I’m sure other varmints and critters have lived in it at one time or another, too.

This is going to take some time.

Nighttime wasp spraying and knocking down all those nests are next.

Stay tuned.

Creole Gaudet

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OLD FOOL

Copyright ©2017 by Creole Gaudet. All rights reserved
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Stories based on my life experiences and from my imagination of love, relationships, betrayal, and vengeance that you will no doubt enjoy.


“Hey, Darren, this is Smitty, man.” Speaking into his cell phone, Smitty continued. “I have a situation and I need your advice. Can you come by my place?”

“Must be serious, you calling me Darren. I’m on my way, bro. Just give me a few. I’m about to pull into this drive-through and get me something to eat right quick.”

“Save your money, I got a whole pizza over here. The delivery guy just left.”

“That’s what’s up. I’m not too far. I’ll be there in a flash.”

Smitty set the phone onto the coffee table. He eased into the couch, tossing his head back, relaxing momentarily. Minutes later, he was awakened by Darren’s familiar knock. He rose, making his way to the front door. “Coming!” He popped it open and headed back to the den.

Darren entered. “What’s up, Smitaaa?! What’s going on?!”

“Ah, man. I don’t even know where to… The pizza is in the kitchen.”

“Got it.” Darren opened the lid. He held his palm over the top. “This looks good. Whatcha got in the fridge?”

“Miller Lite.”

“You da man!” Darren removed a plate from the cupboard, tossed a couple of slices of the thick-crust pie onto it before shoving it into the microwave. “So what’s up, bruh? Are you okay? Talk to me.”

“I had a fight.”

“What? A fight? You? With who?” Darren pulled the cold can from the tab and placed it onto the countertop. “Somebody I know?”

“No, his name is Nick. He’s Iris’s ex-boyfriend.”

“Iris… Is that that young girl who don’t know shit about auto parts that you hired on at the store anyway?” Darren watched the plate as it slowly spun on the turntable.

“Yeah.”

“Aw, damn. That can’t be good, Smitty.” The timer beeped. Darren removed his meal, grabbed the brew, and quickly entered, but was stopped in his tracks. “Shit! You look like you got hit by a train! That’s more than a situation!” He studied Smitty’s blackened eye, his swollen lip, and the cut over his brow. “You got the business!”

“Is it that bad?” Smitty grimaced as he squeezed the tube of Ambesol, laying a bead into his lower gum. He looked to Darren through his watered eyes.

“You look like a damn cartoon.”

“Fuck you, man.” Darren took a seat in the easy chair as the two broke into laughter.

“You got your ass whupped. Nick must be one of them youngsters, huh?”

“Yeah, but I ain’t scared of none of ’em.”

“Smitty, we too old to be dealing with those dudes. They doing that MMA shit now. You ’bout as in good of shape as that old pickup truck of yours out there in the driveway. Is that thing running yet? Did you get your new motor?”

“I’m still saving.”

“So, how do you get into a fight? Break that shit down for me.”

“Well, we were going to get something to drink after work and go by her place to watch some Netflix. You know, make a date of it. She was going to pay for everything, but she had to stop right quick and pick up some money that Nick owed her.”

“Nick, who kicked your ass?”

“Yeah.”

“So, why were you going to her place? He knows where she lives, doesn’t he? Why not bring her over here?”

“I was going to spend the night, and she was going to ride me home in the morning. Besides, he don’t live there anymore. She put him out last week.”

“He used to live with her?”

“She put him out, though.”

“Let me ask you something. Does she always pay for everything?”

“No, you know me. I’m a gentleman. I’m old school, D. I pay her cell phone bill. I give her gas money to get to work. I buy her lunch, and one time I even paid her rent…”

“Wait, they were living together and you paid her rent?”

“He messed up the money, and she was going to get kicked out. I wasn’t going to let her be on the streets.”

“Yet, you’re supposed to be putting money on the side to get your hot rod back together. You’re not old school, Smitty. You’re an old fool.”

“It’s not even like that.”

“How is it? How long has this been going on between you two?”

“About three months, right after I hired her. We both knew right away we had something real.”

“And I’m sure that during this entire time, she told you all about Nick, right?”

“Yeah, she really needed someone to talk to, and I was there for her no matter what time it was. I always answered my phone.”

“Who flirted first?”

“She did. She came on to me. After we would close, I would train her for management. She tongue-kissed me one night, and another time she took my dick out and licked on the head. But then my district manager called, and by the time I got off the phone with him, the mood was gone.”

“That’s what she told you?”

“Yeah, plus she felt bad about it because of Nick. They were still together then. But I knew she was just about done with him because a couple weeks ago, I was behind her and had her pants down. She fine too, D. That booty is so round and soft. I had my dick all between those cheeks.”

“Did you hit?”

“She didn’t want it to be like that. She wanted it to be special. That’s why we waited for the right time.”

“And the day you got into it with Nick was the right time. Okay…you want my advice, right?”

“Yeah, I want to know what I should do. I like her and want to be with her…”

“Stop… I need you to tell me everything that happened that day from the time you two took off on your date. Don’t leave anything out, no matter how embarrassing you think it might be. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy this pizza. Now go.”

“Alright.” Smitty added a dab more of the painkiller and began. “We were in her car on the way to the liquor store when she picked up her phone. I didn’t know who she was calling.”

“It was Nick?”

“Yeah, she told him that she was on her way and that he had better have her shit. Then she hung up on him.

“I asked her how much it was. She said that it was fifty dollars and that she was going to use that to get us a bottle.

“I told her I would put up the fifty and buy it myself, but she insisted. She said that she was tired of him trying to play her and that she didn’t want my money; she wanted it to come from him. I asked where we were going, and she said to the pool hall right around the corner from her apartment. She said that that was one of the main problems they had. He never wanted to work and was always losing money shooting nine-ball. Next thing I know we were pulling into the lot.

“She got out and damn near ran into the joint. Then they both come out, and he was handling her.”

“Nick?”

“Yeah, he kept shoving her. Then she turned and smacked him across the head. She got him good. That’s when he grabbed her by the neck, choking her, and walked her to the front of the car. Then he slammed her to the ground.”

“What did you do?”

“I got out. You know I don’t like to see a man treating a woman like that. I stepped to him and told him to keep his hands off of her and that he should have some respect because she’s defenseless.”

“Where was Iris now?”

“She had gotten up and was brushing the dirt off.”

“Then what happened?”

“This punk told me some shit like, he didn’t know who I was, but I should get back in the car and mind my own business. He couldn’t have been no more than twenty-six or something like that. He had no respect for my gray hair, D.”

“Or that like me, you’re fifty-three, balding, fat, and of no threat to him, but go on.”

“I got in his face and told him that this was my business and I wanted to see if he would choke me. Iris even checked his ass. She dared him to slam me, a real man.

“Then he asked her why she was bringing this old ass motherfucker around here that he didn’t have a beef with.”

“That was when you should have walked away, Smitty. He was giving you your out.”

“But he looked me up and down and said that all she was going to do was get my ancient ass kicked. I wasn’t going to let him disrespect me like that.”

“And that struck a nerve?”

“Damn right. I swung on his ass. I round-housed him.”

“No, Smitty. You didn’t…”

“Hell yeah, that pissed me off.”

“Did he fall?”

“No… I missed.”

“How? She didn’t miss when she hit him across the head.”

“I don’t know. It’s like he saw it coming in slow-motion. He ducked and came up under my chin. Then he yelled at me to stay down, but I got right back up. That’s when he hit me in the gut.”

“Did he get you good?”

“I dropped to my knees, D. I couldn’t help it. My damn legs just quit on me. I got a little dizzy too. I grabbed at his ankles, felt like tree stumps; solid. I was trying to shoot his cuffs to take him down, but that’s when I felt my food coming up my esophagus. It filled my mouth. I threw up on his pant legs and his brand new Nikes. They were nice, white.”

“Aw damn, man! I know he was pissed! You fucked up his shoes?!”

“Yeah, he got really mad. He grabbed me by my collar and lifted me up. That young boy was strooong, D. I couldn’t do nothing with him. I saw him draw back with his other hand, but I didn’t see nothing but a bright light after that. It was brighter than the sun.

“Next thing I knew, Iris was helping me to the car and we were driving away.” Darren struggled, holding back a grin. “She gave me some napkins to hold to my eye. I put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.”

“Did she say anything?”

“She told me that she thought that I would have had a better fight game.”

“So, she gets you into this shit and… Never mind. What happened after that?”

“We went to her apartment, and I sat on the sofa while she got me some ice. She put it in a towel for me, and I held it to my face.

“That’s when her phone rang and she went into the bedroom. She locked the door, but I walked over and listened. She was arguing with Nick again. She was telling him like it was too.

“But then she started whispering. I knew he was getting in her head again. That’s what he’s good at. She was telling him that she never had sex with me and shit like that. I think I heard her say something like she wasn’t going to or something. I’m not sure.

“Then she got all quiet, and I heard her coming, so I ran back to the sofa and sat down. She asked me if I was listening to her conversation, and I said no. Then I told her that I was ready to watch the movie, but now she didn’t even want to. Like I said, he gets in her head.”

“So, I guess it was time for you to leave, huh?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Go ‘head, finish.”

“Well, she told me that he was on his way and that I had to go. I was like, I’m ready to watch the damn movie and hang out like we planned to. I even told her that we could do something else if she wants, or just chill. I mean, I understood she was upset. I was, too.

“But she said that they needed to talk. I’m like, what is that supposed to even mean? Then she’s like, they’ve been together for almost eight years, and that nothing was going to happen between us because she loves him.

“You believe that? She already broke up with him, and now she’s talking about she loves him; the same dude that’s messing all over her. I told her that she deserves better than that and that she needs somebody who’s going to treat her like a lady, with respect. A good man, not some loser.

“Then she says that he’s her man. I asked her how was she going to do this to me. I told her that I was there when she needed someone to talk to. It was me who got her moved up to management and got her a pay raise. I did that! I was so mad, bro!”

“I know you were.”

“Then, after I point out all that, she tells me that I was a good friend and that she appreciated what I did for her.

“I told her that if she was so appreciative, she needs to tell him it’s over for good and that she’s with me now. She said that she couldn’t do that. I told her that that was some bullshit. Then she opened the door on me, D. She said I had to leave now and that she didn’t want me there when Nick got home because it would be disrespectful, and she didn’t want us to get into it. Isn’t that some shit?! I said, ‘Look at my damn eye, Iris! We already got into it! Look at my face!’ She said to not forget about my lip because it looked pretty bad too.”

“Now that’s fucked up.”

“Yeah, she was smiling. She thought it was funny. I asked her why she was laughing, and she said that I was making her laugh. Nothing was funny to me, D. She apologized, but I wasn’t even trying to hear that shit. I asked her how was I supposed to get home. She tells me to get an Uber. I couldn’t. I lost my damn phone somewhere in that parking lot where I was fighting.”

“How did you get home?”

“I walked. I went to the corner and waited for a bus, and I never saw one. It was getting dark so…”

“That’s messed up, Smitty.” Darren watched as Smitty stared into nothing. “Well, you called me over to get my advice.” Smitty picked up the Ambesol, then dropped it back onto the table. “Do you still want it?”

“Yeah, D.”

“You’re probably not going to like what I have to say, but I’m going to give it to you anyway.” Darren continued. “You went out on a date with her, thinking you were going to have her, but instead you got your ass kicked by that stud of hers. All that excitement turned her on, and the spoils went to the victor, and we know that ain’t you. While you were walking home with your face rearranged, they were doing what you wanted to be doing.”

“You don’t understand, D. I’m serious. You don’t know. It’s Nick and his mind games. He’s got her brainwashed. She’s a good girl. When we’re together, we’re great. I’m telling you. If I can keep him away from her, we’d be…”

“Are you even listening to me? You never had her. Her heart is with him; plain and simple. She’s not leaving that boy.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No. It doesn’t matter what he does, she’s not going anywhere.”

“Well, why would she come on to me like that and talk on the phone with me all night? That was real.”

“No, bro. You got played from the start. She tempted you and teased you because your nose was wide open. She used you to get everything she could get. She worked you for months, only giving you a little taste here and a little taste there. In the meantime, she got you to spend all your money on her. Money that she was giving him to lose in the pool hall. You were financing both of them, and you still didn’t get the ass.”

“Damn! It’s fucked up when you put it that way. Fuck! I’m really pissed off now. I want to kill that… I can’t let her get away without… How do I get her back?”

“Hold on, bro. You can’t go and do something crazy. It’s all part of the game. Take your loss and move on. Let her go and learn from it. Just don’t make the same mistake again. She may need you one day, and then you get to blow her off. That will hurt her more than whatever you’re thinking about right now. You’re a gentleman, right? You said so yourself. Don’t mess up your life trying to get back at her.”

Smitty slowly looked to Darren. “No, I don’t want to get back at her. I love her. I want to know how to get her back…with me.”

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FREEDOM

Hello, everyone.


It’s been a while dealing with the ever-changing landscape of social media and the megacorporations that seem to have taken over everything.

Gone are the days of organic reach, where whenever someone posted on an app, everyone was able to see it. It didn’t matter if you had 50,000 followers or 50. We all had a say, and we could be seen and heard.


Of course, you had spammers and bad actors. There will never be a situation where knuckleheads won’t show up. However, they had the freedom to be a knucklehead. We had the option to engage with them or simply block them. We had freedom, too.


Then came people who figured out quickly that they could produce personal products or use affiliate products that they didn’t necessarily believe in, but it was a way to earn a ton of money from home. In my opinion, they were geniuses. They understood the potential from the start and did well.


Of course, the heads of these social media companies saw this and then realized that they could take control. They claimed that because of spam, they would limit the reach of these influencers or potential influencers, unless they paid to promote. Pay to promote… You pay them monthly, and then they will do the spamming for you. But it’s their company, and when we sign up, we must play by their rules.


Then came the eBook. Early on, authors could earn a decent cut of the profit when a book was bought through an Amazon or Barnes & Noble.


But, of course, Amazon became greedy and geared the percentages to force you to price your book within a certain range that benefits them and the customer. If you’re outside of their range, you can only collect 35% of the revenue. Barnes & Noble has a fairer payout, but they are so incompetent that they will make you crazy.


Recently, I’d let a good-meaning friend convince me to join Amazon and Barnes & Noble again because of their reach. I’d been selling my books by word of mouth and through social media.


That reach was attractive. I begin to think back about ten years ago, when I was on both platforms. Time tends to fade your memory. So, I joined them both again.


And just like that, I began to remember the greed, the aggravation, and that sick feeling as if I’m just a mark to be used, abused, and taken advantage of. When you make deals with them, they pretty much own you. At least for as long as you’re signed up with them.


I also have a Patreon page where I write a series I call DOPE BOY CHRONICLES, which is doing well, but the recent changes to Patreon’s layout have everyone confused. It’s a hot mess. It’s now impossible for anyone to navigate it. Who’s going to give my page a chance when there are so many other forms of entertainment easily available?


The only way that you’re going to get a fair shake is to be totally independent and do for self.


Enter my new website.


This was a tough build, being that it’s not one of those free ones that you sign up for and simply upload your content. I have built a hosted site, and I now have the freedom to say any and everything I want without restrictions. I own this.


I’m now playing by my rules.


I’ll sell my books directly to readers as a PDF and collect through CashApp and Venmo, and there’s a crypto option coming soon.


Stay tuned!

Creole Gaudet