Chapter 5

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Two Way Street

I was physically in work mode but my mind was in f*** mode. I was ready to be in a cloud, the phrase I used to describe fellatio. Yet, here I was in a rented white Impala making my way across Illinois. My profession was a drug pusher. Not crack or heroine, but prescription drugs.

I went around begging doctors to prescribe our drugs to patients that probably didn’t need them. I took doctors to lunch to talk about our medicines. I would coerce them with gifts and treats for people in their office. Hell, we even paid them premium for every prescription.

I used my cool demeanor and good looks, especially on the female doctors. Whatever it took was what I did. The only thing that separated me from the local drug dealer on the street was a business license.

I was all over the country and got around either by plane or in a car. Today my passenger seat was filled with pamphlets, pins, and other paraphernalia that I gave out to the doctors. In my backseat were samples of the drugs in climate controlled bags.

I sold my drugs from city to city and I was the best at it. That’s why I could afford the cars, houses, and of course the bitches. I worked damn hard to earn my money.

On this trip I was only going to Chicago so I decided to drive instead of hoping a flight. It gave me more time to check on my clients between St. Louis and Chicago. I made impromptu stops through different towns along the way. I shook a few hands, passed out some info, and I was on my way.

I made it to Springfield Illinois which was about an hour and a half from St. Louis, but I was already exhausted. I made at least ten stops that day so I decided to stay for the night.

In every city I had somebody and Springfield was no exception. The town was small, but there were freaks in every town.

I pulled off Highway 55 and made my way to the Imperial Hotel where I always stayed. She already knew what time I was coming and what room I would be in. I still stopped and got some carryout. I would have to turn into Speedy Gonzales, but I would eat and take a shower before she got there.

It was around 6:15 and Trina would be at the hotel at 7. That left me with no time to waste. It seemed like my food was taking forever and my anticipation for her mouth was growing. I tried to think of other things to take my mind off the good p**** I was about to get. It was always hard to think when I was horny.

Thank God the hotel was only across the street from the steak house. Since I stayed there so often, check in was a breeze. At every hotel, I always stayed in the same room so my flavor of the city could find me. I didn't need them calling or going to the front desk looking for me. I also had a list of demands from housekeeping for my extra guest. I wondered what the front desk staff says about me when they see I'm coming to town.

“Here is Mr. Turner again and he wants his usual of extra towels, sheets, and pillows” one of them would say.

“I wonder who he has up there with him?” the other attendant would ask.

I laughed at the thought as I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor. I didn’t give a damn what they thought as long as they acted professional in my presence, it was all good.

I entered my usual room of 1042 and set my stuff down. I eyed the clock on the dresser that read 6:37pm.

I put my food down and jumped in the shower to wash away all the road smells and sweat from the day.

As I stepped out the shower and began to dry off, I heard a hard knock on the door.

Damn, that must be housekeeping with the extra towels, I thought to myself.

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