The Escort

By anthony wallace

Upscale escort, tries to stay a step or two ahead of a pair of crooked cops and the Cuban Mob. Denmark, had a five year plan, sex, money and drugs has taken him around the world, but now he's ready to settle down, live a normal life. The mob has different plans for him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony L Wallace
• Release date: Jun 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9780986105838

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THE ESCORT

BY 

ANTHONY L WALLACE

Wallace Publishing LLC

1004 E 150 S

Crawfordsville Indiana, 47933

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This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events and situations are the product of the authors’ imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, historical events, is purely coincidental.

2009 Anthony L Wallace. All rights reserved.

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First published by Wallace Publishing LLC 0/0/00

ISBN: 978-0-615-29151-2

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Crawfordsville Indiana

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

First I would like to give all glory to GOD, for without him none of this would have come to pass. I want to say thanks to my mom, who stood by me in good and bad times. I love you so much; words don’t justify my love for you. To my sisters, Jaymie and Jquitta. I love you two so much. Tweet when are you going to get your fashion line off the ground? Jaymie keep doing you. To my brothers, Busta, Dre, Ricco, Justin and Kevin. You guys mean the world to me. Lets keep in touch; our children need to know each other. To my boys James and Kenny, here we go again. I hope and pray that you follow your dreams. Ernest thanks for letting me use your picture, even if I didn’t use it. I want to say thanks anyway. Mike Ski, I’m still here if you want to get that music thing done. To my nephew Jordan, you’re a good kid so act like it. I want you to know that I love you and I’m here for you.

Now to my wife and kids. Khadijah and Aaliyah I love you girls. I want you to know that I would do anything to put a smile on your faces. I will always be here for you. Never forget that I love you. To my wife, I love you and appreciate all you do for the girls and me. Can you believe it’s been 13 years? It seems like just yesterday that we said I do. I love you.

ANTHONY L WALLACE

ONE

Yeah baby take this dick, bend it over and take it baby. I told her as I pounded that pussy harder and harder.

I could tell that she was getting closer to orgasm by the way she was breathing and the redness in her face. I tell you these old rich white women just love them some young black dick, and at five grand a pop, I’m more than willing to give it to them. If they don’t get it from me they will get it somewhere else, so why not me?

Oh yes, you black fucker you. She said as she grinded harder on my manhood.

I was ready to unload myself, so I pulled out and let it fly all over her face and chest. This old biddy here is a super freak, she likes it up the ass and she’s into ATM, that’s ass to mouth for you virgins.

I finished up with this one here and now I’m on my way home to get a shower and then hit the streets. The life I live is something made of dreams, more like a movie than real life. But it’s the life that I live, and what a life it is. I’ve been doing this for five years now. I was fresh off the boat, as they would say. I moved down here from Indianapolis Indiana still wet behind the ears to this fast life that’s shoved in your face.  But I’m a quick study and I learned that Miami is all show. You see people who you would believe are millionaires, but are just as broke as the next man. And I was the next man, I was really broke, but women came on to me all the time. I had no clue why, since I had no money, no car and lived in a dump. But they continued to flirt with me.

I was out at a club on Ocean Drive when an older lady asks me for my number. She didn’t ask for my name, just my number. I didn’t know what to do so I just gave her the number. As she walked away a little short white guy came up. He tells me that a guy who looks the way I do could make a killing escorting these old rich women. I really didn’t feel like listening to him trying to gas me up so I just walked away. But everywhere I went, there he was chatting it up in my ear. So I just took his card and hoped he would go away. A week later I lost my job as a dishwasher, so I called the short white guy, whose name tuned out to be Kenneth Roseland, he was so happy that I called and asked me to meet him at his office, if that’s what you would call a one-room apartment. He said he could get me a few dates paying a grand a night. I made seventeen thousand dollars my first month escorting. I haven’t done anything else since then. Why would I? With the money I’m making. You would have to be crazy to pass on this.

I jumped in the shower and then headed to Mango’s on South Beach. I never pay to get in; the girls there just love me. I dated a few of them, well I had sex with a few them. The place was packed, but it’s packed seven days a week. It has a sexy atmosphere and even sexier employees. The ladies that work here are some of the hottest women in the city. So you know the men flock here to try their luck, but most just get the sexy smile and another drink at 5.75 a beer and 9.00 a mix drink. The girls flirt with you as they talk you into buying another drink. I don’t drink, I can’t. I make my living with my body so I have to take great care of it.

Denmark, come and dance with me. Sara said as she grabbed my hand and dragged me out on the dance floor.

Sara, she’s a hot little Texan who happens to be my number one fuck buddy. I knew she would be here, maybe that’s one of the reasons I came out tonight. I have a lot of things on my mind, and not only is she a great fuck, she’s a great listener. We danced for what seemed like hours. My feet were killing me; I needed to take a load off.

Hey babe, I’m out of here. It’s been a long day. I told her as I grabbed a seat at a near by table.

Don’t go. Who will I dance with if you leave? She said putting her hand on her hips and sticking her bottom lip out like a child.

I love it when she does that. She looks so sexy. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to stay either.

I’m sorry, but I’m just worn out. I need to go. I told her.

She looked me in the eyes with a devilish grin on her face.

If you go, I’m going too. She said.

You don’t have to cut your night short on my account. I told her.

I’m not cutting it short. It’s just beginning. She said.

I laughed; I knew actually what was on her mind, hell the same thing was on mine. We jumped into my car and headed to my place. As we rode 95 North, Sara put her head in my lap, and gave me some head until I couldn’t take anymore. I tried my best to not cum in her mouth but she kelp on sucking even when I told her I was about to cum. I gripped the steering wheel with all my might as I unloaded my fuck juice into her warm wet mouth. She used both of her hands as she jerked me off and sucked me at the same time.

Dam I can’t wait to get you home and fuck your brains out. She said still handling my manhood.

I couldn’t wait either; I knew what she could do with a hard rod.

We made it to my place in no time. We had our clothes off before we even made it to the bedroom. Sara rubbed my love muscle as she kissed and sucked on my nipples. She really knew what she was doing when it came to sex. She knew way more than the average slut, could she be a professional? Could she be moon lighting on the side and not telling me? Oh well, it really didn’t matter.

Sit down. She ordered pointing to the sofa. I did.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped it, but never took her eyes from mine. She placed the condom in her mouth, got on her knees and placed it on my Johnson, with her mouth. I knew there was a reason I liked this girl so much.

You want me to fuck you? She asked, needing me to say yes. I just looked at her, didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just to get to her, she needed me to say that I wanted her; she needed to hear me say I needed her.

DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU? She asked this time damn near yelling at me.

I do, I need you to make me feel good. I told her looking deep into her eyes and soul.

She needed to feel loved and wanted, and she would do anything to feel that. She lowered herself onto me and started rocking back and fourth with very rough movements that made me want to shoot my load now.

Denmark, baby I love you so much, oh fuck me, fuck me you black ass nigga, oooh shit. She said into my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled her body closer to mine.

Oh shit, girl slow down I’m about to cum. I said as I grabbed her by her hips so she couldn’t move anymore.

You like this pussy daddy? 

You know I do baby. I told her squeezing her ass.

Then you’re really going to love this. She said taking me out of her pussy and placing me in her ass. Oh shit I thought as she moved hard and fast on me.

Fuck that tight little ass baby. You like fucking this little white ass baby? I was about to let go, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Oh GOD I’m going to cum. I informed her.

She jumped up and pulled the rubber off, got on her knees in-between my legs and jerked and sucked me off as I came hard and thick.

Yes baby that’s what I like to see. She said as she continued to suck and jerk me off.

She licked the cum that was all over her hands.

You like that uh? she asked.

What the fuck you think? I shot back.

She just smiled, and then she put me back in her mouth and sucked and jerked me off until I came again, this time even harder. She looked so silly sitting in between my legs with cum on her face, I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t, it would’ve hurt her feelings and she’s too good of a friend for me to do that.

So can I stay, or do you want me to leave? She asked stilling holding me in her hands.

Come on now, you know you don’t even need to ask that question. You got to go. I said laughing.

Fuck you, I’m staying. She said smacking me on the leg.

The next morning I woke to an empty bed, Sara was up early and in the wind, which I liked. I have a full plate today, and no time to cater to her.

I got up and got in the shower. I put on a black sweat suit and running shoes. I got my ipod shuffle then headed out the door for my daily run. From my North Miami Beach home I ran east on 171 street and then south on 15th avenue toward 163 Street Mall. Once I reached the Mall parking lot I was covered in sweat and damn near beat. I noticed two lovely ladies that noticed me as well, but their thoughts weren’t the same as mine. They both clutched onto their bags for dear life. Ain’t this a bitch, like I want their shit? I could tell they had a little money by the way they were both dressed. I guess it was mother daughter day at the mall.

They were out spending money they probably don’t do shit to earn, but look cute. I was heading their way as they opened the door to their Rang Rover. Before the younger one could get in I was right up on her with my Glock 27 stuck in her face.

Bitch you make one sound and I will blow this bitches brain all over this fucking parking lot. I told the older one.

I pushed the young girl in the backseat and followed her in. They both were scared shitless. I guess I would be too if a big black sweaty nigga jumped in my car and held a gun to my little girls head. I told the mother to drive and don’t make any silly moves to signal for help.

Please don’t hurt us, I’ll give you whatever you. The mother said trying to hold back her tears.

Look bitch, you don’t have to give me shit, because I’m taken whatever the fuck I want. I told her as I slapped her in the back of her head.

I told the mother to drive to Allen Park. I was going to take whatever I wanted and there wasn’t shit they could do about it. As we rode to the park I noticed that baby girl had some nice little legs on her. She had some firm little boobs as well. I was ready to fuck baby girl.

How old are you? I asked the young girl.

19. She said wiping the tears from her face.

Park here. I told the mom once we were in the park and in a spot where no one could see us.

Take all of your shit off. I told the daughter.

The mother just started crying and begging me to do whatever I wanted to her and not her baby girl.

I will do anything you want me to do, just not to my baby, please not to my baby. She begged.

This shit was funny, now she wants to do what I want, before she was all stuck up, thinking a nigga was going rob them. I laughed and then looked back over to the daughter.

Bitch take your shit off now, I’m not going to tell you again. I said putting the gun in her ribs.

She took her clothes off as she cried knowing what was coming next. I pulled my dick out and snatched her by her long blonde hair, putting her face in my lap so she could smell these sweaty balls. She opened her mouth and received my meat into it. As she sucked me I fingered her asshole. Mommy tried to close her eyes, but I made her watch. I motioned for baby girl to get on top on me. As she rode me she moaned and cried at the same time. I sucked her little boobs and rubbed her soft little ass. I pushed her off and made her get on all four so I could fuck her in the ass, then I pulled out of daughters ass and told mom to suck me off. I fucked mom as the daughter licked my balls and asshole. I came on both of their faces and told them if they went to the police I would have both of them killed.

I got out of the truck and they drove off. I called Kenny to let him know that the gig was done. I jogged back home thinking these rich white women come up with some crazy fantasies.

TWO

Look I know this cock sucker is trying to play us. Officer Munaz said to his partner.

I know he’s making way more than what he’s saying.

Officer Munaz was a dirty cop and every crook on Miami’s South Beach hated his guts. You paid him to stay out of jail, well not really. You paid him so he wouldn’t arrest you, but you were free game to all the other cops.

So what do you think he’s pulling in on the weekly? Officer Butler asked.

I’m not sure, but it’s way more than what he’s telling me.

Munaz had a real hard on for Kenny and his operation. He didn’t believe that a crook or what he perceived as a crook should make money and not share it with him. He was the law, he had the right to bust you on anything he felt fit, even if it meant making up something just to get you in the system.

We should go pay our little friend Kenneth a visit right freaking now. Munaz said out loud but not really speaking to Butler.

They looked at each other and then laughed.                       Let’s go. They said in unison. 

Kenny was just about to walk out the door when Munaz and Butler pushed their way in.

Hey old buddy, where you headed to? Munaz asked as he closed the door behind him.

Kenny knew this was not a friendly visit, it never was when these two came a knocking. He stepped back, so he wouldn’t be in striking distance. Munaz was known to sucker punch you if he could get a clear shot without you seeing it coming.

I was just on my way to get something to eat. He lied to the two of them.

Really? Munaz said as he walked behind Kenny.

Kenny moved again so he could keep his eyes on Munaz. But what he should have been doing was trying to keep his eyes on the both of them, because as he moved out of range of Munaz he walked right into a left hook from Butler. He went crashing to the floor knocking over his table that held his computer. Before he could get his wit about him, his face was meeting the heel of Munaz’s left foot. After the kicking, he was pulled up by his collar by Butler. Munaz stuck his Glock 22 in his mouth.

We know you and that nigga boy of yours is making way more cash than what you’re saying, and we want our cut. Munaz said as he pushed his gun a little deeper into Kenny’s mouth.

Do you understand what I’m saying? Or the next time you will be sucking on something other than this gun.

He shook his head up and down to let them know he understood.

Next week the payment will be double. Butler said as he let Kenny go.

And clean this place up it’s a pig pen in here. They said as they walked out feeling pretty good about their selves.

Kenny knew he was in deep shit now. He couldn’t afford to pay anymore to them. He was already in the hole to his bookie and to his dope supplier. He’s been betting on the dogs for years and has never really beaten the system. And for his drug problem, a $2000 a day habit has gotten him behind the 8ball in more ways than one. The only thing he could do was cut Denmark’s take. And he knew Denmark wasn’t going to go for that, plus he couldn’t risk losing him, he was the only one bringing in any kind of real money.

He picked up the mess and then headed out the door. The Miami sun made him sweat even more then the run in with the crooked cops did. He got in his car and headed to the dog track. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to call Denmark.

Hey man you want to work tonight? I got a rich old bag that’s looking for a young black stud. Call me back if you’re interested. He said onto the voice mail. 

He needed to get some money up, he had people to paid, with money or with his life, better with money than his life. He had no where to turn, so off to the tracks he went to try his luck and maybe have a little left over for his own entertainment. But after 3 races, it was clear that tonight was not his night.

So no winners for you tonight? Asked a woman’s voice he knew too well.

I’m good, what can I do for you Conswella? He said not really making eye contact with her.

Oh don’t sound so defensive, I’m here to help. I know you need money, and I want Denmark.

He did need the money, but he wouldn’t trade Denmark, he couldn’t, he didn’t own Denmark, there was no contract, nothing to keep Denmark with him. Denmark stayed with him because of their friendship. They been thru a lot together, but it was always together and that meant the world to Denmark. They were boys.

You know I don’t own Denmark, he’s his own man. He told her.

Conswella lit up a Cuban cigar as she took a seat next to him.

Yes I know he is his own man, but he listens to you no.

Kenny didn’t want to get mixed up with her; he knew he could be dead at a drop of a hat if he said the wrong thing to her. Conswella was the top madam in Miami plus she was connected to the Cuban Mob. She was not someone you wanted to get on the bad side of; she has had more people killed than any other connected person in South Florida. She believed in getting what she wanted, by any means necessary. He wanted to get up and walk away, but was afraid to.

Conswella I can’t help you there. Denmark and I are friends, we work together as friends, that’s how it’s set up with us.

She blew smoke into the air before saying.

I understand, but you owe people, people who will have your head if not paid. So the only bartering chip you have his Denmark. So use it or lose it, the choice is yours.

He went to say something, but was waved off by her as she got up to leave. He stood up as well, out of respect and fear. As she walked away he knew he didn’t have much time before she made her move.

THREE

As I rode 95 south toward South Beach I checked my messages, there was one from Sara and a couple from Kenny. I didn’t feel like calling Kenny back, because I had plans for the night and didn’t feel like working. Kenny was my boy but he was always trying to get me to pull extra gigs. I called the next caller back; it was Mike, my realtor. I was looking to buy some more rental property. I had big plans, do this escorting thing for a few more years to buy more properties so one day I can set back and live off of renters.

Hey man what’s up? Mike said.

Not a lot, tell me you got good news for me. I said as I turned down the radio.

You know I do. They’re ready to sell, and they took your offer. We close next week.

Great just what I wanted to hear.

I couldn’t believe this, I was on property number 8 and the way things where going it could only get better. I tell you there are so many properties down here. They need a little work. There’s so many in foreclosure that the banks and owners are just giving them away. I’m trying my best to get as many as I can at a below market price. I been watching Flip this house so much that I believe that I’m an expert at this thing now. I pulled into the market and exited my car. I was in need of some more health food stuff, you know fruits and vegetables and shit like that.

I went in and the first person I show was the young girl from the car jack and rape fantasy. We made eye contact. She smiled and I smiled back. She had on a pair of little white shorts and a lime green top. I didn’t speak I just went on my way. As a professional it’s a rule not to acknowledge clients. It’s not part of the real world, it’s a fantasy and it should stay as such. I gather my belongings and went to the check out. The sexy young girl was no longer there. I paid for my food and headed out. As I walked to my car there stood little white shorts leaning against a black BMW.

Hey, are you free for a little play now, without mom and all of the acting?

I couldn’t pass this up, but she needed to know that it’s about the money for me not the sex. If I put it on her like she never had it done before, she would go tell her little rich friends, which meant more money for me.

You got the money? I asked.

What do you think? She shot back.

Where to?

She smiled and then said.

Follow me.

I jumped in my