Chapter 5
My bread was running low; it had been over two months since we'd pulled off the supermarket job, and I hadn't heard from Jesse and Frank. I called em about a job, but they told me they were gonna cool it a little longer.. I was really pissed off. They'd got the long bread, and didn't have any worries. On the other hand, I was down to just over five hundred bucks and didn't like it one bit.
"Fuck them" I told myself, "they ain't got no exclusive."
With that I decided to go into business for myself. First, I had to round up some cats who were game enough for the action, then we'd stake out a couple of places and see if the money was good.
I picked two dudes I'd met at the hotel named Eddie Williams and Aldon Hughes; most of the dudes living there were on some kind of hustle. I laid it out for them. Eddie and Aldon were more than willing, so we began to put it together. We decided to hit the cashier's office at the University. It had never been done before, and we figured they wouldn't be looking for a heist, and we were right. Eddie looked like the college type so he enrolled in a non-credit class in the night school. After that, he got a janitor's job through the student aid program. This put him on the inside. It took Eddie a week to get the building floor plan where the cashier's office was located. I took one look at the plan, and decided we needed three more guys. Eddie knew two cats he could trust, and Aldon called his brother Jimmy in Detroit, who came running.
My large pad came in handy. I moved 'em in with me. I didn't want any flannel mouths setting me up for the fuzz. Besides, by bringing 'em to my pad, I let 'em know who was running things.
It took me a month to work it out. I went to Woolworth's and got six full face Dracula masks. Then I took a trip to Maxwell St. where I picked up the hardware. I sent Jimmy back to Detroit to get a Hertz rent-a-car, and then we were set.
We hit the office at 4:30: there were only six people working at the time. It went so smooth I got a little scared. Jimmy was the wheelman, and he waited outside. We each drifted over, one at a time, and exactly at 4:30 we met Eddie, who'd made a copy of his pass key, let us in the building through the back door.
Once we were in the building we put our masks on. When we reached the cashier's office, I walked up to the cage and shoved a note through the window that said, "Open the door, or I'll blow your head off."
The woman behind the cage was a really together black sister, and she pushed the buzzer and let us in without saying a word. The fuzz later tried to say she was in on the job. But they had no proof so they dropped it. The University must have felt that the fuzz was right cause they fired her.
Once we were inside it was smooth sailing.
"It don't make any sense getting killed over somebody else's money," I snarled, at the four white women and the white cat who was in charge.
"Just cough up the money."
I could tell from his eyes that the cat really wanted to play hero. But the four .38s he was staring at, must have cooled him.
"Do what they say," he told the women.
It took us about six minutes to clean up all the money. Then I put a .38 along side one of the white broad's head and told her to come with me.
"You get cute," I told the cat in charge, "and she's a dead broad. We'll turn her loose in half an hour."
We went out the way we came in, and Brother Jimmy was right on schedule. like I said, it went so damn smooth I was scared. We piled into the car and drove off real easy like. On the way out we passed one of the University's patrol cars.
"Play it cool," I told Jimmy, "one peep out of you, baby, and it'll be your last," I warned the broad.
The University fuzz didn't even look our way. We head out south and when we reached 95th Street, I put the chick out. I knew she'd see the Detroit plates, which was just what I wanted.
"Hit the toll way," I told Jimmy, "make it fast."
Jimmy took off for the toll way like a bat out of hell. I knew the broad would tell the fuzz what she'd seen and heard; and that was just what I wanted. After we were out of sight, Jimmy circled back and we wiped the car clean and ditched it. That same night, Jimmy caught a plane to Detroit, Eddie's two dudes headed for Jamaica, and Aldon took off for New York. Eddie had to stay in town, to go to class and work his janitor's gig, otherwise the fuzz would come looking for him. Two days later, I drove out to Harvey Illinois and rented a safety deposit box, and put $40,000 in it. All told, we got $90,000 in the heist.
The papers were full of the heist, and it didn't take Frank and Jesse long to figure out who had pulled it off. They came by the pad to see me, to tell me what they knew, and I played dumb.
"That was a sweet one," Jesse said. "How come you didn't let us in?"
"Man, you got to be out of your mother-fucking mind,' I said. "You know damn well I'm not ready for that kind of action."
"Come off it, baby," Frank told me. "That was your scene and you know it."
"I don't know what the fuck you two cats are talking about," I said straight-faced.
The fact that Frank and Jesse had tumbled so fast made me decide to lay low, and change my way of living. It could just turn out that some stoolie would figure out who'd pulled the job and go running to the fuzz. I decided to go back to school. I didn't really dig the school bit, but I figured it would be a good cover.
I'd always dug flying, so I enrolled in flying school. I got me a part time hustle in Dino's One Stop Record Shop, and started learning to fly airplanes. I spent a year in school, and got checked out on twin engine planes, before I left.
Helen and Sarah became a regular thing, and we spent a lot of time in the king size bed together. They really dug the flying school bit, and a couple of times I took 'em with me. Man, like it was something else.
Once a month I drove out to the Harvey State Bank to visit my little box. It turned out that I really dug the gig at the record store. The really nip part about it was all the new broads coming in. It blew their minds when I told 'em my name was Don Juan. The minute I said that, it was like a signal; their eyes would open wide, and a smile would cross their faces. From that point on I was home free.
I'd been working in the store about two months when I met a big broad named Ida Jones. She stood six feet tall in her stocking feet, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. She came into the store looking for a Wes Montgomery album, which we didn't have. The minute she walked up I got a hard-on; she was built for fucking.
"Hey, dig," I said, "like I can have the album for you tomorrow."
"You can?" she asked.
"It ain't no big thing," I told her. "I'll just call the supplier in the morning and have him run me out an album, special delivery."
"That'd be great," she said excitedly. "Okay, I'll order it," I said. "What's your name?'
"Ida Jones," she told me. "Why?"
"I'll put your name on the album," I told her, "that way it won't get sold."
"You treat all your customers this way?" she asked.
"We have to keep you ladies happy," I said.
"I'm sure you can do just that," Ida replied.
"Well, I try," I said. "Is that Miss or Mrs.?"
"Miss," she answered softly.
"You know what," I told her, "I've got that album in my own collection; if you're not doing anything later, maybe you'd like to drop by my pad and dig it?"
"You don't waste any time do you?" she said.
"Not if I can help it, T replied.
"That'll be fine with me," she answered. "How long before you get off?"
"I leave when I want to," I told her.
"I'm ready," Ida said.
I told Dino I was through for the day, and he looked at Ida and smiled.
"Hope I see you tomorrow," he said with a leer.
"You never can tell, baby," I replied laughing.
We climbed into my black Buick Wildcat, with four in the floor, and headed for my place. Ida stretched her legs out and laid her head on the back of the seat.
"You didn't get this from working in no record shop," she said quietly.
"I got a rich uncle, I told her.
"What you working for?" she asked.
"It keeps him happy," I said.
"He wouldn't want to adopt a poor working girl, would he?" Ida asked.
"What do you need him for," I said, "when you got me?"
"I always wanted me a rich uncle," Ida said softly.
I watched the rise and fall of her breasts, and my cock stayed hard, and desire seeped through my body. Her dress slid up and I could see the tops of her stockings, along with her fine brown thighs; she was one well stacked broad.
"Will you settle for a rich uncle's nephew?" I asked.
"If that's the best I can do," she said, "that's the best I can do."
The minute she saw the pad, she said, "Your uncle's real nice to his nephew."
"He-likes me to be comfortable," I said. The records are over there," pointing to the special wall racks I'd installed in the living room. There were over five hundred albums along the wall.
"Damn," Ida muttered to herself. "I'd go out of my mother-fucking mind with all these around."
"Pick out some sides," I said, "want some wine?"
"That'll be fine," she told me.
She kicked off her shoes and walked over to the records. I watched her walk with a big shit-eating grin on my face. Ida didn't walk, she glided. She was a deep cocoa color, and wore her hair .in a natural. Her hips were wide and full, and her butt jutted out arrogantly behind her. Her breasts were two ripe melons.
I poured the wine and settled back in my favorite chair. Ida put a stack of sides on the stereo and sank to the floor. She drew her legs up beneath her and sipped her wine; she was elegantly arrogant. Music filled the room and the sounds engulfed us. Ida closed her eyes, sipped her wine, and dug the sounds. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts and desire was a white hot flame racing through me.
I finished my wine, and sat the glass on the floor. Climbing to my feet, I walked over to her. Ida heard me coming and opened her eyes. I held out my hands and she sat her glass down and took them.
I pulled her to her feet and wrapped my arms around her waist, and our mouths met, and our tongues entwined. Ida slid her thigh between my legs, and started rubbing my cock.
"Wait a minute, baby," Ida told me. "I want to get comfortable." With that, she started taking off her dress. I watched her loveliness unfold as slip followed dress and then bra and panties.
I started at the vision in front of me for several minutes, then I climbed out of my duds in about ten seconds. Ida saw my hard-on and said softly, "Ida's got her a sho'nuff man."
I swept her into my arms and our mouths met once more. Ida wrapped her arms and legs around me and welded her body to mine. The touch of her skin sent shivers of delight racing through my body. Ida's tongue darted in and out of my mouth, urging my desire on. We sank slowly to the floor; Ida's thighs parted and I slid in between them. My cock leaped into her fine black cunt, and went straight to the bottom. Ida drew her legs up around my shoulders.
"Fuck, baby," she purred softly, "fuck Mama to death."
She raised her ass off the rug and slammed her pussy up against me. I drove my cock into her big juicy cunt and felt my balls slap against her ass. Ida closed her eyes and started humming softly with the music. The rhythm penetrated my brain, and before I knew it, i was fucking in time with the sounds filling the room. Ida moaned her delight and slammed her cunt against my cock.
"Fuck me, baby," she purred. "Oh, Lord, It's good."
My cock slid in and out of her cunt, and each time, the head passed the lips of her vagina, I was engulfed with pleasure. Each time I drove my cock into Ida's love channel, she shouted her joy and slammed her pussy up against my cock, demanding more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she intoned, in rhythm to the music.
My balls slapped against her ass, and the sound they sent tingles of pleasure surging through me. At the same time, each time I drove my cock into Ida's big juicy cunt, waves of joy washed over me.
"I'm coming, baby," Ida purred in my ear, "fuck me good.'
Then her cunt filled with love juice as she spewed her come. I drove my cock into her cunt again and again. Ida shouted with glee and slammed her pussy up against my cock. Then my own come was filling her cunt as I shot my nuts off. I kept slamming my cock into her cunt, and filling it with come, as I shot my nuts off three times in a row.
"Oh, God Damn!" Ida purred in my ear, "God damn it's good."
Then all our love juice was spent and we moved apart, and laid on the rug wrapped in the embrace of the music filling the room. I poured more wine, and we lay there sipping grapes and listening to the music.
"I'm glad you didn't have the album in the store," Ida said softly.
"That makes two of us," I replied.
"You got some food around here," Ida asked, "I'm hungry?"
"Welcome to Don Juan's all night restaurant," I told her.
"Who's the chef?" Ida asked.
"Glad to meet you," I replied.
"It figured," Ida said, laughing lightly.
She went into the bedroom and came back out a few seconds later wearing one of my pajama tops.
"Bring the wine into the kitchen," she told me.
I walked into the kitchen bare ass; Ida took one look at me and said, "you better get some pants on if it's food you want to eat."
I went into the bedroom and got the pajama bottoms. It took Ida about twenty minutes to put together two egg omelets; fucking wasn't the only thing she did well. Ida could handle a frying pan.
"Ever fly?" I asked her, while we were eating.
"I've been in an airplane," she said, "if that s what you mean."
"I was thinking I might take you up with me," I told her.
"You fly?" she asked.
I'm in flying school," I said. "I'll wait till you finish school," she said jokingly.
"You sound like you plan to be around awhile," I told her.
"And that's a fact," she answered.
Ida didn't lie; when I took her back to her pad, she handed me a set of keys. "It's hard to wake me up once I go to sleep, so you'll be better off with these," she told me.
"How many sets are there?" I asked.
"Mine and yours," she replied.
I kept the keys but I seldom used them, because we spent most of the time at my place. Ida usually only went home to pick up some fresh duds, and look at the mail. She practically moved in with me. But I held out because I didn't want to cramp my style. While Ida was one of the best broads I'd ever laid, I wasn't about to settle down to just one mother-fucking lay.