Daddy Cool: A Novel (Old School Books)

  It wouldn't have had to be anything expensive, just the idea that he remembered. She had just told him about it the night before, but he had probably forgotten. His mind was busy thinking about his trap money, and nothing else.

  As she stopped on the corner to let the traffic clear, she bent down and glanced in the passing cars. One white man stared back at her, and she beckoned her head for him to turn the corner. She stepped back on the curb and watched the car turn and then stop. She moved back from the crosswalk, staring up and down the street to make sure no police saw her.

  It was funny, she reasoned as she approached the car, that one month ago if someone had told her she would be out on the streets turning tricks, she would have laughed at them. It would have been unbelievable. Yet, here she was out on the street selling her wares just like the rest of the black women moving slowly up and down Woodward Avenue.

  "Hi," she said to the aging white man behind the wheel.

  The man, nearing fifty, with grayish hair and a large potbelly, stared back at the attractive young black girl. He considered himself lucky tonight: the girl was young and exceptionally good looking.

  "Hi, yourself," he said happily.

  "Would you like to have a little fun?" she inquired, her voice dropping into a husky whisper.

  "I don't know," he stalled, staring at her hungrily. "It all depends on how much the fun might cost."

  "I don't know," she countered. "About how much could you spend?"

  For the next ten minutes they seesawed back and forth. Janet started at fifty dollars, but had to come down. "Well," she stated, with her hand on the door, "if you can't spend any more than that, I had better be going."

  "Wait a second," the man stated, panic in his voice. "I just might be able to raise twenty dollars, but no more than that. Shit," he continued, "a girl back on the other corner was going to go with me for just fifteen dollars."

  "Well then," Janet stated, her anger rising, "maybe you had better go back to that other corner and find that girl. Like I told you," she finished, opening the door slightly, "if you can't spend at least thirty dollars with me, you better find somebody else."

  The price was high, and the man realized it. But on the other hand, the girl was damned attractive. "I'll tell you what, sweetie," he replied, "I'll give you twenty-five dollars, but not a penny more."

  For just a second she started to turn it down, but in the back of her mind she knew Ronald would have a fit if he knew she had turned down twenty-five dollars.

  "Okay, whitey," she said slowly. "I don't generally go for that amount, but for you I'm going to make an exception."

  The white man began to smile. He watched the black skirt she wore rise up around her pretty golden brown thighs as she closed the door. He couldn't take his eyes off her lovely legs.

  "Hey, man," she cried out, "if you don't watch what you're doing, we're going to have an accident!" she said as he pulled away from the curb and almost ran into another car.

  With patience, Janet directed him to an alley behind Cortland near Second Street. She had him drive up behind a condemned house and park. Now it was completely dark. She could see the glow of the cigarette that he smoked.

  "Okay, honey," she said in her soft voice. "We had better get business taken care of."

  "Oh, oh, yes," he said, then fumbled around in his pocket and tried to peer into it to find the correct amount of money. He pulled out a twenty, then couldn't find a five. The first bill he came out with was another twenty.

  Janet slid over and put her hand on his leg. She ran it up between his legs and grabbed his tiny penis. With her hand on his dick, she began to beg, all the time playing with him. "Aw, baby, I know you can afford to give me that little bit of change. If you want momma to treat you right, you'll set me out properly."

  The man's breathing came heavy. "Now," he began, "we already reached a price. I'm not going back on my word, so why should you go back on yours?"

  Without answering, she opened his fly. But for some reason, she couldn't locate the small penis she sought. His breathing became ragged.

  "Now," he cautioned, "if you want to enjoy yourself you'll have a little patience."

  "Aw, honey," she cried, "you're not about to put this big thing in little ole me, are you," she whined in his ear. The words she said were the magic ones because he seemed to swell up with pride.

  "Oh," he began, "do you really think it's large?" The note of surprise was in his voice, and she heard it and knew she had him.

  "Large? Jesus Christ, honey, what have you been doing with this thing? You must have been a stallion for a horse farm!" By now she had finally found the tiny penis and began to work it out of his pants.

  His chest swelled with pride. "Here," he said, and pushed the two twenty-dollar bills into her hand. "I'm going to give you a bonus, just because I think you will satisfy me," he stated.

  She smiled to herself, then placed the money inside her bra.

  "Okay, honey," she said coyly, "how do you want us to do it? The old-fashioned way or French?" If she could have stopped and heard herself, Janet would have known she had come a long way from the blushing virgin she had been just a month ago.

  "Naw," the man stated quickly, "I like it the old way. Maybe next time we can experiment. But this time, I want to fill your crack up." He grinned in the dark to himself as he wondered what his wife would say if she could hear him talking now.

  And how the hell would she feel if she heard this experienced whore talking about how large he was. It gave him a rare feeling of being somebody, even though every day he worked in the dull bank with dull people coming to him for loans.

  Janet stretched out on the front seat. She pulled her miniskirt up, revealing her dark, silky patch. He mounted her slowly, his dick already hard, and she could feel something sticky coming out of the head. She prayed to God that he didn't have a disease of any kind.

  Without any trouble she guided the small dick inside of her. The trick made two stabs, then moaned loudly and began to shake all over. She could feel him discharging inside of her. She tried to close her legs as he fought to pry them open wider.

  "Open them up," he groaned in her ear. "Please, wider, wider," he whispered, filled with emotion.

  She smiled to herself in the dark. It hadn't taken three minutes to make him come. She wished all her dates would be so easy. His penis was so small it was hard for her to tell if he was still in her.

  "Okay, honey," she said in her false voice, "momma done took care of you."

  "Like hell you have," he stated, getting nasty as he realized that his money was gone and he had come almost as soon as he had put his dick inside of her. He felt like he had been cheated. "We should go one more time," he began to beg as she moved from under him and sat up quickly.

  "Yeah, man," she answered softly, "we can go again, but it's going to cost you some more money."

  "More money hell," he swore, his anger rising. "I just gave you fifteen dollars more than I was supposed to. Now it's time for you to be a little nice to me," he stated, sure of himself, knowing that he would be able to handle the young girl if she gave him any trouble. He had made up his mind: either she was going to fuck again for no money or he would take his money back.

  At the thought of getting his money back, he began to smile. Even if she fucked again, he decided to take his money back. Why the hell not, he asked himself after glancing up and down the dark alley. There was nobody to come to her rescue and nobody to identify him. He had his mind made up on just how he would go about doing it. Then he turned around toward her.

  It was just at that moment that Janet made her move. She hadn't missed his eyes as they swept up and down the dark alley. She was already afraid of turning tricks in cars, so she was always on her guard. She believed she had read his mind. When he turned back toward her, her hand hit the release button and the door sprang open.

  She was out in a flash. His cry of rage followed her, but it was too late. With the speed of youth, s
he flew down the alley, then heard the car motor start up. But it was too late. She made a left turn and ran through a yard that she knew from past experience was always deserted.

  As she came out on the street, she could hear the trick yelling. She remembered the flat pocket wallet he carried and regretted that she hadn't been able to lift it from the man. After once reaching the safety of the well-lighted side street, Janet felt at ease. She didn't believe the john would have enough nerve to accost her on the street, so she just as quickly put him out of her mind.

  Swaying her hips in a flirting manner she swished down the street, well aware of the impression the passing men got of her. Ever since she was a child people had been telling her how cute she was. Being admired was nothing new.

  As she walked along, she removed the ample bankroll that she had earned that evening and started to count the money. With what the last trick had given her, it brought her night's earnings to over a hundred dollars. The money didn't excite her. She was used to it. Her father had been extravagant with expensive gifts for her, so she was accustomed to large bankrolls. At home she had always kept pocket change that at times exceeded two or three hundred dollars.

  Since today was her birthday, she felt like spending something on herself. She was still too young to have any apprehensions of overspending her trap money. Ronald didn't put her on any quota, so whatever she came home with she believed he would be happy with.

  For the few weeks that she had been working, she realized that she had earned enough for him to pay ten car notes, if that was the problem. But her mentality was too high for her to have any delusions on that matter. Ronald was a pimp and that was all there was to it. He had turned her out, even though she still didn't quite know how he had done it so easily. Yet here she was, out on the streets selling ass. No matter how much contempt she had for herself, she did want Ronald and knew she would do anything he asked, just as long as she was able to remain his woman.

  A car pulled up beside her. Simultaneously she flashed her new whore smile and started toward it, her hips swaying enticingly. Without a real close scrutiny of the driver, she opened the passenger door and got in, smiling brightly.

  The smile on her face froze as she saw who the driver was. For a minute she was tempted to open the door and jump out and run. Wild thoughts ran through her mind, but for some reason she could do nothing. Shame was the main reason that she sat rooted to the car seat. She knew he had seen her trying to flag down other cars. There was nothing she could say. She dropped her head and stared down at her shoes.

  "Hey, kitten," he said gently, "I didn't come down here to find you just to see you lookin' blue. I remembered that today was your birthday and hoped maybe we could have dinner or something together."

  "Oh, Daddy," she cried; then the flood gates opened and all the pent-up emotions she had been holding back came spilling out. Daddy Cool leaned over and took his daughter in his arms. She cried as though her heart was broken.

  As he held her tenderly, he had to fight down a lump that came into his throat. He stroked the back of her head and spoke gently to her. "Now, girl, it ain't nothin' that bad, is there? I know I raised a girl who could just about handle everything that came up."

  Janet fought back the rest of the tears. She raised her hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Damn," she swore, "I'm just ruining my makeup."

  His laughter was soft yet relaxing to her. He hadn't accused her of anything. Soon the shame she had felt began to leave. She even managed to raise her head and look him in the eye. Daughter and father stared at each other. There was so much resemblance between them that a stranger couldn't help but know they were kin.

  "Now, how do you feel?" he inquired. "After all them tears, I know you must feel better."

  Janet tried another smile. This time it was the real thing, not the fake bright smile she put on for the tricks. Her heart was in this one; it was natural. Her whole face seemed to brighten up. Her beautiful teeth gleamed in the darkness of the car.

  As the two stared into each other's eyes, a bright light hit them. Daddy Cool raised his arm trying to block out the light that was blinding him. "Goddamn it," he growled,"get that fuckin' light out of my face!"

  "I'll get it out of your face, all right," a tall, uniformed white police officer stated as he stared into the car. "All right, both of you out of there!"

  Cursing angrily, Daddy Cool shoved his door open quickly, catching the policeman's knee. The officer yelled and cursed loudly, bringing his partner on the run.

  "What the hell is going on here?" the black officer asked as he came up. He stared from his limping partner back to the angry, red-faced Daddy Cool, who was glaring at the policeman he had hit with the door.

  "Book this bastard for disorderly conduct with a prostitute," the white policeman said harshly. "We're going to run both their asses in and give this young whore a ticket for plying her wares on a business street!"

  "I just wish the fuck you would run us downtown and charge us with some shit like that," Daddy Cool stated, his temper almost getting out of control.

  "Daddy," Janet said softly, "now control yourself. The policemen just made a mistake, that's all."

  The black officer saw what his partner had missed. How alike the two people looked. He was sure that this was a father and daughter, even before she called him "Daddy."

  The white officer finally shook the kinks out of his leg. "Okay, you," he said to Daddy Cool, "get up against that fuckin' car and spread your legs."

  "Wait a minute, Mack," his partner said. "I think there has been a mistake here."

  "Mistake my ass," the officer roared. Both policemen were officers who walked the beat; each was still young, neither man over twenty-five. Mack had seen Janet working earlier but had not been able to catch her before she got in a car and rode off. Now he knew he had her and believed he had caught her with a trick.

  "I don't know where the hell you were at, Bill, when we walked up. Didn't you see this bastard pawing the hell out of her in the front seat? At least the bastard could have had the decency to pull up in a fuckin' alley and do his dirt, but hell no, not this jig. He was gettin' ready to ball the little fluff right in the front seat on Main Street!"

  "Goddamn it," Daddy Cool roared, as Janet clutched desperately at his arm, "you filthy-mouthed white motherfucker you, I'll have your ass for this!"

  The sudden outburst surprised the angry white officer. The black policeman stepped in between them because he knew the angry black man in front of him was about to attack his partner.

  "Now, you just slumber down there, brother," he said good- naturedly.

  Mack was surprised by the actions of his partner. "What the hell goes on here?" he yelled. "I want this bastard in irons so we can put a call in and have a car pick them up."

  "Just hold on, Mack," Officer Bill stated. "I keep tryin' to tell you we have a mistake on our hands here. This guy was not tryin' to make out with this young lady. This is his daughter."

  "Daughter hell!" Mack exploded. "I'm not buyin' no crap like that. I know what I saw and I'm willin' to back it up in court."

  "Well, I'm not," Bill stated. "I'll never be laughed out of the station every time I arrive for work. Now stop roaring like a damn bull and use your eyes, man. A fuckin' blind man could tell you this is a father and daughter here, so how the hell are we going to run them in on a charge of prostitution?"

  For a brief second Mack hesitated, but he didn't like it at all. He believed he had seen them making out and didn't have any idea of changing his mind. "I know what I saw," he stated doggedly.

  "I know what you saw too, you ignorant motherfucker," Daddy Cool stated harshly. The cuss words didn't help matters out any. The white officer got red in the face and stuck his narrow chest out like a bantam rooster.

  "Now, you just slow down, brother," the colored policeman said. "I'll handle everything here."

  "Naw, fuck that shit. I want you guys to run us in on that fuckin' charge that your partner
dug up. I just hope the hell you do, so I can sue the shit out of the city," Daddy Cool stated, his eyes blazing with smothering anger.

  Janet started to laugh, a soft giggle that began to build up until she was bent over with mirth. While she laughed, another pair of policemen came up. Only this time this pair was riding in a patrol car. They got out and walked over. In seconds the officer called Bill had explained what had happened, while his partner glared angrily around like an enraged bull.

  The two new arrivals took one glance at the couple about to be arrested and laughed. "I wouldn't want to be the ones who wrote out the charge against them," one of the late arriving officers stated.

  His partner stated coldly, "Just make them show some ID, that's all. That should clear the matter up fast enough."

  "I don't have any on me," Janet stated quickly, remembering that Ronald had made her leave everything with her real name on it at home, so that if she got busted she could use a phony name.

  "Well, there's your charge there," one of the policemen said. "She ain't got any ID on her, so you could take her down and run a make on her."

  "I just wish the fuck you would," Daddy Cool stated harshly. "My daughter is only sixteen years old and if you motherfuckers take her down to a police station, I'll spend ten thousand dollars trying to hang your asses up for it!"

  Now every one of the policemen stared at Daddy Cool sharply. They didn't like being threatened, but if she was under age like he said, it could become a sticky problem.

  "I'll tell you what," Officer Bill said, "why don't you just get back into your car with your girl and leave? We'll forget this crap ever happened, okay?"

  Mack glared at him hotly. He didn't like the idea at all. He was sure that the couple was putting shit on them. He remembered what he had seen and wouldn't change his mind.

  "For myself," Mack stated loudly, "I'd still like to take them down and charge them, just like I said from the beginning. I know what I saw, and I don't give a damn how much they look alike. I believe they were carrying on unlawfully, parked right here on the fuckin' street."