The “good time” house was fast becoming the most popular place in town and the bootlegging business was thriving. With the other whores hanging around, it was always crowded with oil field workers, both black and white. This soon brought the gamblers. “Where they’s hoes an boozin, they’s sho to be gamblin,” Baby Norris explained. With the lure of easy money, some of the “real” gamblers started drifting in. That’s how Emma met Allen.
He was a tall, good-looking black devil, so black his friends called him “Blue.” He was streetwise and smooth as butter, a touch of arrogance mixed with caution. His worldly manner oftentimes betrayed his mere twenty-three years. He stood apart from the herd. His expensive tailored clothes fit snugly, highlighting his slim, muscular frame. Emma had smoked him over on several occasions when he was down on his knees shooting dice. Aside from his outright handsomeness, she was magnetized by his gambling skills and always stopped what she was doing to marvel at the way he took them to the cleaners. When he propositioned her about paying her to let him “manage all the gamblin,” she jumped at the chance to enter into the contract.
Allen started coming early and staying late. For the first time in her life, Emma was infatuated and didn’t view him as just another trick. She dropped her guard and fell head over heels for this impressive young hustler who ignited her fullest passions with every touch. He soon took up permanent residence, and they worked as a team. She tricked on the cot and took care of the bootlegging while he cleaned up with the dice. All the money that came in the house stayed there, one way or another. They became the talk of the streets. The top whore in town hooked up with the beautiful black stallion. All the whores envied her for nabbing the number one hustler; the men envied him for having won over the cream of the crop.
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