Saturday, January 29, 2005
The Family Business....
After I had been there about a year the manager left for some reason and my uncle put me in charge. There was a lot of resentment from one of the other bartenders, but you just don't mess with blood. I worked hard doing everything from cooking, tending bar, opening and closing, cleaning and keeping the books. It was soon after that I began to notice things were not as they seemed. As I got access to the up stairs office and the desk/files I began to find things that I had never seen before. I came across stacks of Polaroid pictures of girls, some who were waitresses, naked or in the act of sucking some anonymous dick. I found little baggies of pot and cocaine and other drugs. One Saturday afternoon I confronted my uncle with the things I had found. It was then that he told me to lock the office door, sit down and listen. He explained to me, as he took several big swigs from his bottle of Jim Beam, that he had an interesting "gig" going on the side. He asked if, back when I used to bar back and I would come upstairs to the walk in cooler, did I ever notice how often the office door would be locked. Of course I had, and I had heard the laughing, music and female voices from behind that locked door many times. Well, as I sat across from him at the desk, he filled me in on all that I had seemed to have been missing over the past year.
My uncle introduced me to a term I had never heard before. The term was "Coke Whore". He explained how there were many women who lead pretty normal lives but were hooked on cocaine. He said these women may be waitresses or office workers, even executive secretaries. They all had their normal lives and seemed like other normal girls except they craved the "bump". They wanted to use the drug but they weren't able to get it on their own, or they were too afraid of getting caught. These girls were different than the "crack ho's" who walked the streets in certain parts of the city doing anything for the money to get a hit. These girls, or "his girls" as he called them, were attractive high class chicks who would do whatever he wanted as long as he gave them the white powder they needed. As he unraveled this "other world" to me he took from the top desk drawer a small mirror with a pile of white in the center. He used a credit card, an American Express as I remember, and cut off two lines. With a rolled up fifty dollar bill he leaned down and inhaled one of the two inch lines. He slid the mirror across the desk to me and offered the rolled up fifty. As I sat there with the fifty in my right hand he picked up the phone receiver and said to me,
"First thing we are going to do is get Amy up here to give us both a blow job. Then I am going to let you in on a little "family business."
I looked up at the TV monitor where I could see a black and white image of what was going on in the bar below us. Amy was leaning over the bar talking with Craig the other bartender, that short black skirt riding up to the bottom of her ass. I remember seeing Craig pick up the phone downstairs, hearing my uncle tell him to send Amy up and then I leaned over the glass. Using my left thumb to block my left nostril, as I had seen him do, I gripped the rolled fifty between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand and snorted it all in.