An evil doer
The Shadow King
and my former boss.
Ain't proud of it, but it's what I had to do when I was 14. An american girl who no ambition or Know-How had to do something with her extra time.
I mean, come on! The money was so easy.
It's taking candy from a baby. Except, there is....no....baby.
I remember when I was in Phoenix with him and Charlize and Jenna and Stacy and a few other girls. He would do anything to catch a customer with a boner and a new pack of cigarettes sitting in their car all alone with no one to talk to. This was around the springtime of 2008 and it was the night when Stacy and Jennifer would try their first needle of Good Time Juice. No judge. It just wasn't my thing.
So as I was saying... Charlie was a world class rat.
Charlize would always tell me that he works with money and money works with him, too. It was a beautiful cycle of sex, trust, and respect. And she was right because I remember when he invited me up to the roof to talk about some sort of adult themed proposition for a new job called being the Top Hat and being the girl underneath his wing. Sound exciting? Of course it was. That meant I was going to be protected, paid, and his girl....
It's like exchanging a mop for a gold and diamond studded crown. A queen in her own right. A bitch that no one would fuck with, because it certainly meant death and a painful cigarette burn to the cheek and a kick in the ass so hard you could read the size of what shoe size Charlie was wearing. It would mean... that you were special. You were a treasure. A trophy girl to the Shadow King, his lady, his boo, his alpha female...
Boy was I shit-faced wrong!
Ever seen one of those cheesy cop shows on tv that just make you wonder if they're just feeding us bullshit? Well... it's not bullshit. It's the real fucking deal. Because that night Charlie threw me under the bus after one of his girls got caught trying to pull a fast one on a customer. He got pisses, pulled a rooster and fucking howled for the police just in time for a law suit. When Charlie asked the girl what shit she had gotten herself into she defended herself with a simple "I didn't do nothing." So who did the bastard turn to?
You guessed it.
When the police came to me--- I had a million things run through my head and it was fucking painful to squirm underneath their firm gaze.
And that's when I realized--- Charlie chose me for a REASON!
He wanted me as a Backup..... because he knew damned well (and everyone else) that I was the best, manipulative, sneaky, talented, expert, calculating, dirtiest, nastiest, two-faced compulsive liar that he's ever seen.
And I'm not flattering myself. He said those things to me. Because he knew that I could squirm my way out of anything no matter how deep it got.
So what happened next you ask?
I can't tell you how we all never got arrested. But it was my secret. No one would tell. No one would know. Because... this was the shadow world. Fuck the police, Charlie would say as he hung his arm around my shoulders and nestle his nose in my hair. No one would know that his Top Hat was his best, well hidden secret weapon. That's what I was to him... and it's what I would be for the nest couple of months. Because once they touch you-- there is no cure. As for the police? They were erased. It would never turn up on their little computers or anything. Because Charlie had his ways, too. And I have never mentioned this story until now. So why resurface today? Well, I guess it's because Charlize just called me and told me that Charlie died. He got his ass stuck in a goddamn shower of bullets from his fellow associates somewhere in Bangkok, getting himself deeper into more shit than necessary.
So long Charlie...
Long live the King