Chapter 189: Chapter 189

Chapter 189

~Lucy hustles for Mr. Fanny~

“Take this money, daughter,” said Mrs. Fanny, “It is for your upkeep. If it finishes you can come for more,” he said. “I don’t want you to hit the street begging or be seen running after those bad boys that would sexually enslave you just to give you a few cents,” he warned.

And Kate gathered the bundles into her handbag, wondering what she was going to do; whether to spend the money or not; and it had happened at a time she needed to buy Eva a birthday gift since her birthday was fast approaching.

“So barrister shall we proceed with the signing now?” Mr. Fanny said, winking at the barrister and Mrs. Fanny, noticing the cloud of surprise that covered their faces.

“Oh yes we can,” replied the barrister, as he was convinced Mr. Fanny could take care of Kate.

While Mr. Fanny signed the divorced papers, he wondered what he was going to give the American blonde should he come and ask for money realized from the sales of drugs he gave him. And the bundles of dollars were the ones Lucy gave him the other day, which she told Fanny to use in sorting out her evil brother, the American blonde, should he try to bully him for not making sales from the drugs. He would have to get ready to be bullied by the thugs of the American blonde whenever they would come for their money. He was just in for trouble now…

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Lucy hadn’t been so nervous in her entire life. It was Monday morning yet she had a cold feet. Mondays had always been her best days as a whore let alone now she owned the best barbecue joint in town.

“Could it be because of the cocaine?” she contemplated and hid the bag of cocaine she collected from Mr. Fanny some nights ago.

She was still hell-bent on helping him sale the drugs out on the streets and fetch him money so that her brother could be sorted out and he would be free from being bullied by prison thugs. She had never sold drugs before and from the stories she heard, drug-pushing was too risky a venture to try. The cocaine had barely spent few nights with her yet whenever she heard the blaring siren of police her mind would jump into her stomach. A few of her pals that pushed drugs had hinted her that drug pushers died a million times per seconds due to fear of the unknown.

But for Mr. Fanny she was ready to die a million times just to make him happy and safe from prison thugs. She had plans of pushing the drugs – she would sell to customers while she sold her barbecue. Although it was going to be a tedious journey for her since most customers that were police could disguise to patronize her only to return and arrest her. She was out to face whatever her new business was bound to bring.

“Hi Lucy,” one of the customers , a Mexican oldie whose posture stoop but not too fragile to snap, said to her, “I need some hot peppery barbecue with milk shake,” the oldie placed his orders with his generous smile sagging his wrinkled cheek,”

“Heh, papa,” Lucy called out and greeted him with her contagious, charming smile. She could recognize him. He was the very first customer that patronized her barbecue business and since then she hadn’t seen much of him. “Where have you been, papa?”

The oldie coughed and cleared his throat, “I have been ill. My children took me to Mexico to flush my organs of toxins and waste. They want their papa strong and agile again,” he sounded, waved his hand, shook his body to show Lucy he was much strong again.

Lucy burst into a radical, breath-taking laugh. “I can see, papa. You are strong now,” she said.

“yes,” the oldie replied, “I need the barbecue,” he added and adjusted closer to her to whisper yet further, “Are you still a whore?” the oldie said and once he noticed how quick Lucy’s jaw clenched in anger, he said yet further, “Sorry, I mean do you know beautiful, sensual whores like you that can come over to my chamber tonight?”

Lucy dragged her brow, “Papa what do you want to do? Do you think you can still fuck?” she queried.

The oldie shook his head, “Oh Lucy, why don’t you dare me and see. I would even prefer to fuck you. I love this beautiful sensual body of yours but you are no longer a whore,” he said, breathed hard, “Congratulations but you must refer me to your friends that are still whores. You see, my children flushed my body of toxins and my veins and arteries are opened with massive blood flow now. Yesterday night I had four erections but no puta to fuck…”

Lucy cut in, “No papa I can’t refer you any puta. They are rough in bed and are going to fuck you to death. I don’t want to be responsible for your death because the whores I know are machines in bed,” she warned.

“Oh stop the crap, Lucy. Rather I think I will fuck them to death. I am a boy now. If you are referring me be fast about it. I got money and dick to spend.”

At the mention of, ‘I got money and dick’ Lucy stared in the space thoughtfully and snatched the idea to sell the cocaine to him, since the oldie seemed bored and the cocaine could keep him busy and high.

‘Um papa, “said Lucy, combing around with her stares to see if anyone was around to overhear her, “I have an alternative for you.”

“Alternative?” the oldie wondered, “Is that the name of the beautiful whore or what?”

“Whatever you call it,” said Lucy, still glaring around, “Do you care for drugs? I got some,” she whispered and paused her lips to get his response.

The oldie blushed, “Oh drugs my, oh my!” he exclaimed almost noisily as he rubbed his nose.

And Lucy gestured at him, “Shhh,” to tone down his voice. “The police could be around and listening. If you want some come get some. I sell it now…”