planning is your niche, your gift, your talent, and if you play your cards right, it could be a hell of a hustle for you.”
Bambi had never quite looked at it like that before, but she was glad Disco had brought it to her attention. She nodded and smiled as he went on and on. The more he talked and flattered her with all the praise and glory, the more the wheels began to turn in her head.
Then he finally told her, “Look, let me cut to the chase. I want to bring you aboard, put you on my payroll, make you the special events coordinator for the club. I’ll pay you a nice salary—one that you can’t refuse. You know I heard all about that sad little incident.” He shook his head. “ Uump, uump, uummp, so sad, but ummm …” He paused for a minute, then came around and sat on the front of the desk to be closer to her.
Gesturing with his hands to express himself better, he continued. “I know things gonna get a little tight for you right now, if they ain’t already. Especially since you don’t have a job and all, no income coming in and that old punk up out yo’ life, so I know it is a struggle for you emotionally and financially, too. And the type of money that I’ll pay, it ain’t a doubt in my mind that you still can keep up that extravagant lifestyle that you used to.”
Bambi sat there as the words rolled off his tongue. She laughed to herself because Disco was throwing game like a quarterback threw a pass. It was a good thing that she had intercepted the game a few yards ago.
Disco was one of those old heads, in his sixties, who tried to be young. He wore the same clothes the twenty-year-olds wore, but he had a way of putting on a suit that made him look not like a dirty old man, but like a classy, disgtinguished old man. Although he was straight out of the heart of Richmond, Virginia, this old joker could dress like he was one of the real Ohio Players. He’d owned plenty of clubs in his day—strip clubs, jook joints, sugar shacks, after-hours clubs, motorcycle clubs, even a country-western club, but now he owned the biggest nightclub that the city of Richmond had ever seen.
Since Disco played his position well, he had the women flocking to him, young and old, but his famous saying was, “I don’t want nothing old but a dollar bill, and as soon as the bank open, I’m trading that in, too.” Bambi had secretly always had a crush on him, but she would never become one of his harem. He had a sandy red complexion and was bald. He had green cat eyes and a beautiful set of pearly whites. They were probably false, but who cared? He had bought them, so they belonged to him. He may have been pushing sixty-one or sixty-two, but he was in great physical condition and had abody of steel. His muscles were enough to make any thirty-year-old man jealous. He walked with a slight limp, and bragged to everyone that the limp was from carrying around such a big weiner, which was no lie. Every girl who had been with him confirmed that fact and also revealed that his balls were the size of grapefruits.
Women congregated at his doorstep, wanting a piece of “Disco Almighty,” knowing that since he owned a club, he had money. And since he was an old head, he jerked off money on young girls. But instead of the women working him, Disco worked them to the fullest, any way he could.
Bambi knew he didn’t see her any differently from the other women, but she was sure that she had already peeped his game a long time ago. She knew Disco bullshitted a lot and was a slick-talker of old. There was one thing for sure and two things for certain that she knew weren’t a mirage when it came to Disco: He had money and a lot of it, and she knew for a fact if she rolled with Disco, her money would flow like water. It was no secret that Disco was a hustler on a whole other level, and if she made the wrong move, he would damn sure take full advantage and hustle her. And that she wasn’t having, so the game he kicked to her, she kicked
Bambi had never quite looked at it like that before, but she was glad Disco had brought it to her attention. She nodded and smiled as he went on and on. The more he talked and flattered her with all the praise and glory, the more the wheels began to turn in her head.
Then he finally told her, “Look, let me cut to the chase. I want to bring you aboard, put you on my payroll, make you the special events coordinator for the club. I’ll pay you a nice salary—one that you can’t refuse. You know I heard all about that sad little incident.” He shook his head. “ Uump, uump, uummp, so sad, but ummm …” He paused for a minute, then came around and sat on the front of the desk to be closer to her.
Gesturing with his hands to express himself better, he continued. “I know things gonna get a little tight for you right now, if they ain’t already. Especially since you don’t have a job and all, no income coming in and that old punk up out yo’ life, so I know it is a struggle for you emotionally and financially, too. And the type of money that I’ll pay, it ain’t a doubt in my mind that you still can keep up that extravagant lifestyle that you used to.”
Bambi sat there as the words rolled off his tongue. She laughed to herself because Disco was throwing game like a quarterback threw a pass. It was a good thing that she had intercepted the game a few yards ago.
Disco was one of those old heads, in his sixties, who tried to be young. He wore the same clothes the twenty-year-olds wore, but he had a way of putting on a suit that made him look not like a dirty old man, but like a classy, disgtinguished old man. Although he was straight out of the heart of Richmond, Virginia, this old joker could dress like he was one of the real Ohio Players. He’d owned plenty of clubs in his day—strip clubs, jook joints, sugar shacks, after-hours clubs, motorcycle clubs, even a country-western club, but now he owned the biggest nightclub that the city of Richmond had ever seen.
Since Disco played his position well, he had the women flocking to him, young and old, but his famous saying was, “I don’t want nothing old but a dollar bill, and as soon as the bank open, I’m trading that in, too.” Bambi had secretly always had a crush on him, but she would never become one of his harem. He had a sandy red complexion and was bald. He had green cat eyes and a beautiful set of pearly whites. They were probably false, but who cared? He had bought them, so they belonged to him. He may have been pushing sixty-one or sixty-two, but he was in great physical condition and had abody of steel. His muscles were enough to make any thirty-year-old man jealous. He walked with a slight limp, and bragged to everyone that the limp was from carrying around such a big weiner, which was no lie. Every girl who had been with him confirmed that fact and also revealed that his balls were the size of grapefruits.
Women congregated at his doorstep, wanting a piece of “Disco Almighty,” knowing that since he owned a club, he had money. And since he was an old head, he jerked off money on young girls. But instead of the women working him, Disco worked them to the fullest, any way he could.
Bambi knew he didn’t see her any differently from the other women, but she was sure that she had already peeped his game a long time ago. She knew Disco bullshitted a lot and was a slick-talker of old. There was one thing for sure and two things for certain that she knew weren’t a mirage when it came to Disco: He had money and a lot of it, and she knew for a fact if she rolled with Disco, her money would flow like water. It was no secret that Disco was a hustler on a whole other level, and if she made the wrong move, he would damn sure take full advantage and hustle her. And that she wasn’t having, so the game he kicked to her, she kicked
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