*Editor's note: Next installment will come in 2 weeks on Inez' The Businez on 8/28/09.
“So how do you propose we find her mother?” asked Jay.
“What about her lame ass cousin? He’s got to know where she lives," thought Garrett.
“Maybe, but we don’t even know where to find him.”
Garrett knew Veronica’s cousin Arturo could be gone by now, probably out of the country. He has to try though; Veronica was in some hospital in Mexico alone. Garrett asked Jay to borrow his cell phone since he had no idea where his was. Garrett punched in the memorized number and waited.
“Name?” said the voice on the other end.
“Arturo Nuñez,” responded Garrett.
Garrett listened for a few seconds and hung up the cell phone. “Okay, let’s go pay this puto a visit.”
“Who were you just talking to?” asked Jay.
“No one, I was getting Arturo’s address.”
“Why didn’t we just call him? I have his cell number,” said Jay.
Garrett stares at Jay for a minute and shakes his head. “Why didn’t you mention that information earlier?”
“You didn’t ask, boss.”
"But you said we don’t know where to find him.”
“True, but I never said we couldn’t contact him.”
Garrett tosses the phone back to Jay, “Get him on the phone.”
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The joint smelled like cheap beer and cigarettes, just the way Arturo liked it. He was king here and anything he wanted he could have. He stood at the entry way and waited for his hostess to greet him. A big breasted Latina with big brunette locks and more curves than a race track walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Long time no see, Mr. Nuñez,” she said.
“Please, Carmen, I’ve told you to call me Arturo.”
Carmen leaned in real close to his ear and whispered, “What if I don’t want to?” She then licked his ear lobe and smiled at him. Yes, Carmen was Arturo’s favorite and even though she never took her clothes off, she drove the men wild.
She led Arturo to his usual table that already had his requested bottle of champagne on ice sitting on it. He sat and enjoyed the scenery of the strip bar.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Nuñez?” asked Carmen as she poured him a glass of champagne.
“No, not yet at least,” said Arturo and with a wink and a smack on the ass, he sent Carmen on her way. He sat back and drank his bubbly and just thought what a great life he had. He had enough money to have any woman in the joint. Plus, he felt like he deserved it after all the hard work he did that week. Another beautiful woman dressed in a bikini and six inch heel clear stilettos walked toward Arturo. Her face was too pretty to be working here, Arturo thought.
She sat next to him and put her arm around him. “Hi,” she said.
“Hello”.
“What’s your name, handsome?”
“Arturo and yours?” asked Arturo.
“I’m Nautica” Nautica held out her hand.
Arturo grabbed her hand and kissed it, “Nice to meet you, Nautica.”
“So can I dance for you?”
“Look at you, right to the point.”
Nautica giggled, “I don’t beat around the bush, unless you want me to.”
“You can beat around something else,” said Arturo laughing. He grabbed a glass and poured Nautica some champagne. Nautica took a sip and put the glass back down on the table along with her purse. She then turned towards Arturo and straddled him face to face.
“Come on, daddy, let’s have some fun.”
Arturo could do nothing but nod his head. Nautica began to grind on his lap slowly. Arturo rested his hands on her hips and guided her. She leaned forward and rubbed her torso across his face, breasts first, then navel and stopping just above her bikini line. You couldn’t slap the smile off of Arturo’s face and she wasn’t even naked yet.
T Pain’s “I’m in Luv With a Stripper” played in the background and Arturo could do nothing, but laugh. Nautica smiled at him and stood up in front of Arturo. This is it, Arturo thought, when the clothes come off!
He was right; Nautica turned her back to him and glanced over her shoulder at him. She smiled and winked as she undid her top. She turned around still clutching the top to her chest and then the reveal. She had the most amazing breasts that Arturo had ever laid eyes on.
“How have I not seen you in here before?” asked Arturo.
“I just started a couple of weeks ago.”
Nautica pushed Arturo back against the sofa and began to straddle him again.
BRRRRRRRRRING! BRRRRRRRRRING!
Nautica gives Arturo a look as he reaches for his cell phone. He finally gets it out of his pocket and sees “Jay” on the caller ID. He thinks about sending him to voicemail, but knows better than that. He looks at Nautica who stands topless in front of him with an annoyed expression on her face. “I need to take this, sorry.” Arturo plugs his left ear to hear better and answers the call, “Hello?....yeah, why?.....I can’t do that, man….okay, okay, fine…..you need to pick me up though…..I’m at my usual spot….later.” Arturo ends the call and turns his attention back to Nautica who has now put her top back on.
“Whoa, wait…why’d you put them away?” asked Arturo.
“Well, the phone call was obviously more interesting than me and I have to get back to work.”
“But we weren’t done.”
“I am,” and with that Nautica left Arturo to his champagne.
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“Yes, we’re almost there,” said Arturo.
Garrett was getting nervous about meeting Veronica’s mom and having to tell her that Veronica was in the hospital. One thing he knew was that there was no time for small talk, they would introduce themselves and then get to the point to be able to get back to Veronica quickly.
Jay noticed Garrett was in deep thought and sensed something might be wrong other than the obvious. “You alright, boss?”
“Yeah, just thinking about how to word things to Veronica’s mom. What’s your tia’s name, Arturo?” asked Garrett.
“Adrianna, my Titi Adrianna. I’m not exactly her favorite person, so I’ll stay in the car,” said Arturo.
They pulled up to this small house with a couple of cars parked out front. “It looks so quiet,” said Jay.
“Yeah and here we are to mess it up. Let’s go,” Garrett motioned for Jay to get out of the truck.
The walk up to the front door seemed to take a lifetime and Garrett could hear his heart beat with every step he took. He wiped the sweat off his palms on his jeans and cracked his knuckles. He popped two mints and ran his hand through his hair.
Jay and Garrett finally arrived at the front door. Garrett just stood there going over what he was going to say in his head. What if she’s not home, he thought. Well the cars out front tell a different story, so she has to be home. Garrett rang the doorbell.
BRRRRRRRRRRRING!
Garrett and Jay waited and they could hear footsteps coming towards the door.
The door opened and there stood Vazquez.
“Gentlemen, we’ve been expecting you.”
Son of a B.