The Legend of Johnny Hustle: Crown Me King Read Online Free PDF Page B

The mink he picked up the day before only added to the furry flavors.  After removing the suits that he took the day before, and laid them on the dinning table, he said, “Damn.”
                  I wondered if we did something wrong the day before. “Man, I forgot to get socks.  I don’t wear any underwear, but I don’t like to wear old socks with new suits.”
                  I rolled my eyes, thinking that he gave me too much information I didn’t need.  He laid out his gear for the day and began his proposal.  “Ah right, here’s the deal.  We went to Bloomies yesterday because I couldn’t have you wearing those cheap suits.  If we’re going to pull off the hustle I have lined up, you have to look right.  Technically, it isn’t even a hustle when you look at it.  Do you know how to work a hotel?”
                  I thought about the lesson Gloria gave me.  “Yeah, sure.”
                  “Good.  I work this one for everything from kinky sex to drugs and specialized stationary.  You stay in this hotel, and you need anything that this hotel doesn’t sell, the call comes here first and then the management gets a cut.  I know the Hilton family and their children on a first name basis.  I made this place look great in the Times on quite a few occasions.  Even had the Michelin Guide give the chef some airplay.  Then pulled some bigger strings so that they could be awarded the James Beard Foundation award for wines.”
                  “So where do I fit in?” I asked, not understanding why he bragged to me.              “You fit in, ‘cause I can’t be in two places at once.  I have Culture Shock, the rock and roll band coming to the hotel in about twenty minutes.  The way it works is one part of the band likes to party no matter what time of day.  The entourage, that’s usually a bunch of out-of-towners, they want to hang out, get laid, and see the sights.  I can’t call Yoda, so I called you.  What you do is charge double for every thing, run some angles down, and then make some life time connections.  These guys had me half way around the world on leer jets.  When all was said and done, I came off with close to six figures.”
                  “So which group is mine?”  I asked, the wheels turning in my head.
                  “The party group.  As you know, just like when you in the pen, there’s no secrets in Times Square.  That heroin connection you got is gonna come in handy.  The lead singer, Ivan, likes to do that stuff, and I’m not in the mood to run uptown.  You have to meet the limo in like ten minutes.  Make sure you wear the fur, ‘cause it’s cold and it gives you the image that they’re looking for.  And by the way, the group has most of the tenth floor from suite one to ten.  You can help yourself to one of them if you like.”
                  PeeWee got into the shower and I headed out to meet the rock group.
                  The marks PeeWee set up sounded more like having fun than working hustles.  As he talked, I thought of a hundred different ways I could work the group.  I went down to the lobby, and the longest white, stretch, Cadillac limousine I ever saw pulled up.
                  “Hey, chap, you the chaperone from Pee Wee?”  A long blonde haired man with a dangling earring asked while standing out of the sunroof.
                  I pulled the door open without answering, expecting to see at least ten people, but there were only three.
                  “Dude, where we headed dude?” another longhaired scruffy-looking man, who I figured to be Ivan, asked.
                  “Hey, name’s Johnny,” I replied to set the right mood of respect.
                  “Ivan,” the man said, confirming my hunch.
    “My name’s Peter,” came from the one who talked