Money for Good

Chapter 7 The VIP section was popping inside. Ass, tits, bodacious bodies standing on stilettos were everywhere, in every corner of the section waiting to serve those who had enough to pay what it cost for the goodies inside. I only had one complaint; there wasn't enough lighting so I could see all of the fine woman who were lounging about on the cream-colored leather chairs playing host in their thongs. There were clans of shapely females who were much too fine to touch the brass pole out in front of the club waiting for the next baller to stroll through the door of VIP. They even had large pillows sprawled across the room as players sat with girls in their laps, some even on their backs; no doubt being tongue serviced for a fee as they sipped champagne and stiff drinks. Passion finally stopped at a booth lined with curtains and pulled them back."If it isn't my grand jury," Rossi said. This muthafucka looked as though he didn't even have a case hanging over his head. He didn't seem worried one bit that he could be another step closer to prison in a matter of days. "C'mon in, you two."Rossi was dressed to a tee: in a nicely tailored deep blue, pinstriped suit with open collar. There were three women sitting at his table. The chick sitting closest to him was white: almond eyes, blonde hair with a nice tan and she didn't have on a shirt. Her nipples were hard and long -- saying hello to me. The other two freaks, one black who I could tell -- had eaten plenty of red beans and rice coming up because her body was hitting on all cylinders. The other girl was mixed but yet still fine as hell, with silky, blue black hair -- sat very close together.Rossi noticed Lauren's hesitance after his invite to sit. "It's okay," he said. "Everyone here are guests of mine. I even own the small bar tonight. Can I get you anything?"After I made sure he knew our names, I told him whiskey and he talked Lauren into getting a steak and baked potato to munch on. After a few minutes of small talk, I was getting used to having the girls around,especially after the two I was sitting in-between began pressing their mountains toward my chest, while I sipped my drink. But much too soon, Rossi asked them to leave.As they left our small gathering, Rossi lit a cigar and kind of smiled. "Don't mind me, I'm just fronting." He laughed. "I usually don't smoke these but they just enhance the atmosphere." Rossi lit up nicely and through the smoke said, "Ya'll here to see me or just to enjoy the view?" Lauren told him to take a guess. Rossi smiled. "Something told mesomebody on the grand jury had some smarts."He offered me a Cuban and I accepted. All of a sudden I had a feeling Lauren was looking to me to take charge of her plan like I was -- themastermind behind us really sitting down with Rossi because she wouldn't take her eyes off me. So I did. I asked Rossi what he meant by smarts."You know, some heart, some street knowledge. I just knew someone was sitting on the grand jury who really understood their opportunities with my case. It definitely was a vibe in that room."I hadn't decided to partake in Lauren's scam before I sat down with Rossi. But really seeing the opportunity up close and personal made me think we could possibly pull off a serious coup if planned exactly right. Then I began to think -- how in the world else would I ever get a chance of making so much money so quickly. I definitely didn't see a huge fleet of cars coming into my shop to be repaired in the future. Looking at Rossi and his calculated moves and statements to the girls who had just left the table, I was sure he had the money -- he denied having to the grand jury; but he had yet to admit it. Then it happened."I'm not going to dance around with this," Rossi said. "I know why you came and you both know what I need. As long as we can come up with a fair deal, I don't think there will be a problem with making this thing happenWhite, Franklin is the author of 'Money for Good' with ISBN 9781593090128 and ISBN 1593090129.