MADE: Sex, Drugs and Murder, The Recipe for Success. ANT J.D. BANK$
Doe Doe! Then where’s the bong at player? Hold on J, you know I don’t leave home without Phil. Pull his ass out then Lisa, light that shit up. Hold up baby, let me get him right, got to get that ice water, know what I’m saying. Yeah, yeah, hurry your ass up. I got this; you just put that 2pac on, mix up some of that thug passion. Hey Bre Bre, bring me that Henn dog and Alize bay, let’s get this party rolling. Damn, where did AC go, let's start that Jacuzzi up too! Standing in his bedroom, leaning against the window, he reaches in his dresser drawer and pulls out a purple bag, then slowly pours a shot of Crown Royal in the glass he kept by the phone. After taking the shot to the head, he clears his throat and dials the front desk. Ring-Ring-Ring. Hello Towers! Yo, when is your break man, this chick wants you to come up and party with us. Shit, it’s whenever bro., oh hold on AC, I got another call; Hello Towers! What’s up fool! Who is this? Who you think it is Nigga! What! I got yo nigga! Man quit bullshiting, it’s Duck! Oh man, what’s up fool, shit, I got AC on the other line, where you at? On the way there, I’m going to pick up Will and Looney now. Alright cool, I will tell AC. OK man, see you in a few homie. Hello. Yeah! Man that was Duck’s crazy ass, they on the way here. No shit, well hit me back when they get here. Bro., you might as well come on downstairs now so we can talk in the conference room, might as well get that meeting out of the way. Hell, I got a date with my lady tomorrow anyway. OK, just give me about 20 minutes, got to see what these crazy hoes are doing. Cool, later then.
AC walked into the front room, he begins to sweat as the heat from the Jacuzzi and the outside Vegas air combined to create what felt like a 250 degree Sauna. All three ladies were butt ass naked, sitting in the Jacuzzi, passing the bong and sipping on what look like thug passion. His eyes had stretched wide as golf balls, his dick had stood to attention, all three ladies were in the Jacuzzi butt ass naked. Hey ladies, we got a party going now in this motherfucker, sssssshit let me hit that Chronic right there! He walked towards the Jacuzzi to get the bong, took a long toke. Jewel and Sabrina, pulled the drawstring on his sweat pants, Lisa pulled them down from the back. He took another toke off the bong, leaned towards Sabrina and Jewel. Lisa begin stroking his 8 inch cock until it was rock hard, she grabbed Jewel by the pony tail with her right hand, while holding his rod with her left, she stuck his cock in Jewels mouth, controlling her head by pushing and pulling on her ponytail. Sabrina moved to the back of Jewel and began to massage her pussy as Jewel’s ass came out of the water while slobbing on AC’s dick. Sabrina then began slurping on Jewel's pussy like she was a dog sopping water. Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp. Ooh-mommy. Yesss-mommy. Hmmmm. She moaned as Sabrina slurped on that pussy some more. Damn baby, you eating the fuck out of that pussy, aint you bitch. Hell yeah she is poppy, now shut up and fuck her mouth.
Ring-Ring-Ring-Ring. What the fuck! Ring-Ring. Dammit, I have to get that. Ring-Ring. He runs to get the cordless phone off the couch. Hello! Yo man, where your ass at? Come on, we waiting on you fool. Damn! Manny, you can fuck up a wet dream! Damn! I’m coming, shit! Shit! Ladies enjoy yourselves; I have to go downstairs, real quick. Damn! I hate to leave all this pussy! Damn! Where are my pants?
AC slipped on his pants and headed towards the door, shaking his head in disbelief. OK, let’s get it together. He said to himself. The last time all the crew met up was last Christmas at the Lexar party when Big Will got them all kicked out. Will was a Samoan who stood 6’7” and weighed 365 lbs., with hands as big as Shaq’s shoe. Let’s just say, you don’t want to see him angry, a big giant with chino braids was no friendly sight. He threw 2 guys through the shopping mall windows at the casino just for jumping the buffet line. Looney was a sharp shooting lunatic that got kicked out of the Army, just so he could leave when everybody else did, he only had 6 months left, but instead of waiting it out, this dumb ass shoots his redneck squad leader in the ass during a road march just so he could leave with the crew. Surprisingly, they didn’t put his black ass in jail. He got released with a honorable and diagnosed with PTSD, but he still could shoot a fly off a horse’s ass 2 miles away. Duck got his name because the entire time during the war, he didn’t shoot one bullet. What he did do, was set claymore mines and throw grenades all over the damn place during Desert Shield. This guy would be holding a conversation then all of a sudden, he would say, in 2 minutes we need to Duck. Hell, no one even knew he set a bomb or threw a grenade half the time. To make matters worse, you could barely understand his English because of his Arabian accent. To us, Duck always sounded like Doug.
AC exited the Condo and walked down to the elevator. Ding! The door opens; an old lady is standing there. Hey Ms. Harvey, how are you today? I am great young man and you? Busy day Ms. Harvey! Busy day! Well busy is good, I always say; better to be doing something then nothing at all. Yeah I guess you’re right. The elevator had reached the 38th floor. Well this is my stop young man, have a great day and remember busy is good. OK Ms. Harvey, take care. The elevator had seemed to pick up speed as it went down. Then all of a sudden it stopped on the 5th floor, the gym level. The doors opened but there was no one there. Hmm that’s odd, why is the gym so empty? He said to himself. The door closes and proceeds down to the lobby. Ding! The doors open, he walks out. Hey man, there’s that knucklehead right there! Hey Coop! How the hell have you been man?
AC walks over to the guys and daps all of them up. Looney on the real, other than all the damn bad luck lately, I was doing pretty good up until today! Yeah, homie was just telling us the situation; pussy can get you in to some strange shit brother, got to be careful with these skirts man. Yeah I hear you Will but that’s neither here or there, what’s done is done. You always find them crazy ass bitches Cooper, with all the drama, I believe you like that shit! Man shut the hell up Duck! Where is Denna and Nina? We’re going to need them for this deal. Shit, I told them what was up, but they was already on Lake Mead earlier, jet skiing, they said they would come by my place later to get updated. Denna and Nina were the last 2 of the seven that completed their Desert Shield combat squad. Their roles was Intel, they could infiltrate any camp or terrorist cell. Those two sexy Puerto Rican chica’s got the job done; any man would fall to his knees amongst their beauty and aura. Let's just say you had to be one tough motherfucker to not get caught up when they paid you a visit.
Make sure you have a sit down with them tonight at your place Will? Yeah I got you, don’t worry. Alright let’s plan out this deal, which conference room are we using Manny? The Presidential, it has the most seats plus I already have a box of Cuban Cigars and a bottle of Martel set up for us. Cool that’s what’s up! Just like old times, there’s no better way to plan out a strategic plan then to be smoking on a Cuban and sipping on some Martel. As the guys entered the Presidential you could smell the scent of fresh new carpet, the fibers formed to your feet as you walked across it, you could see the money green color shade from light to dark with every step. A 12 foot Mahogany finished table captivated your attention as it conquered the center of the room. 10 tall Mahogany leather back chairs complemented the gold molding that trimmed the Grey marble walls and the doorway. A Gold and Platinum Chandelier hung over the center of the table right above the trey of Crystal tumblers and Platinum bucket of ice. The five gentlemen pulled out their chairs and took a seat at the table, Looney picked up the bottle of Martel, asked everyone to bless the bottle by tapping it on the bottom before they opened it. Will took a cigar, passed the box to the right, Manny set up 5 glasses with 2 cubes each, Looney cracked open the bottle of Martel and poured everyone a glass. Duck pulled out his lighter, lit his cigar and passed the lighter to the right. Everyone was now ready to make a toast. AC stood at the end of the table and said. Today we take a drink to the next deal and a smoke to its completion. So here’s to always finishing what we start, may this journey be just exciting as the last. Then they all said simultaneously. Death before dishonor!
Gentlemen have a seat; let’s get this thing under way. I’m sure Manny told you guys that I’m in debt to the Delgato Family, Vinny and Bobby that owns Dolls over on industrial Ave. Hey; you know those are the same cats that owns the Adult Dvd store on Tropicana, plus Angel’s Escorts. Duck are you serious, these guys own all that shit? Yep, my side chic use to work cashier at the DVD joint and her buddy drives for Angels 4 nights a week. This is going to be a big lick guys, it's probably going to take longer than I thought. So what are we going to do then, a smash and grab type mission or strategic? Will, I think the strategic path is going to work best; we can’t leave any loose ends. You remember Dupree over off Boulder? Yeah Looney! You talking about that cat with the 45 right?