Once David got right in front of the club, the greeter knew him and opened the door. Inside the lights were a bit dim and only the sunlight from the windows was pouring through, and it wasn't as hazy as before with the smoke machines. Sadly though there were several guys salivating over one stripper out of the many few that were in the place to begin with. When she turned her head she waved hi at David. He knew exactly who she was.

"Hey David," Tiffany said smiling while performing a split on the stage. "Looking for a dance?"

David scratched his head and mouthed the words no. She pouted and continued to dance making that money. Once he saw Cathy sitting by a stool yawning, he knocked on the counter. "Hey, you guys open this early?" David said laughing.

"As long as you got the ends," said Cathy greeting with a warm smile. "How are things working out with you and Randy?"

David scoffed and said, "He got me into some deep shit last night. I don't feel like talking about it though. Fix me up some mozzarella sticks if you could and I'll have the usual to drink."

"Coming right up honey," said Cathy winking at him as she turned around and bent over giving David a good view of her round, curved ass that was nearly showing in her booty shorts she had on till she squatted down and pulled up the purple thong she had giving David a little show before his lunch.

"Hey Cathy," David asked continually looking at her backside. "How come Randy has this place open so damn early, not to mention why are men still looking at strippers at damn near noon?"

Cathy came up and placed several thawed out mozzarella sticks, some marinara sauce in a Dixie cup, and a plate. She then stuck it in the microwave and sighed. "Well you know how most guys are, just as long as these girls please them and they have money, they aren't going anywhere till they are flat broke. He'd figure he would be able to squeeze some money out of the suckers who come down here."

"Still, you got have some issues if you're looking for tits and ass at a strip club in the day time." David said shaking his head in remorse and decided to change the subject. "Where is he anyway? Knowing him he would be here to keep an eye on the place."

Cathy shrugged as she started making his drink. "Well he called saying he was doing something. Other than that Bolo isn't here till later on today." She took David's food out and served it to him along with his drink.

"Good, I got some work to do," said David as he started to eat his food and thought about the places to get some cash so he could make his first tribute for Paul, a successful one. There was the car dealership, street racing, or cab/limousine service. While David pondered about which one, he glanced over at Tiffany grinding on the pole and slithered on down to one guys lap. The other stripper took over one of the poles and was dancing around it giggling like some school girl after her first taste of wine.

"So David," Cathy asked. "What kind of work are you and Randy doing to begin with?"

Taking a swig of his drink he said, "Waste management."

Cathy smirked knowing he was lying due to the slight bullet holes in his shirt and jacket, but played along. "Uh-huh, sure, and all I do is serve drinks and fuck your brother on side."

"Well I'd like to stay and chat, but you know me. I gotta be on the move. If you hear Randy today, tell him to call me." David said as he put a twenty on the counter for the food and drink and ran out the door.

The first thing he needed to do was head to his house to get into a change of clothes and jet over to the first place he knew where to make some; the car dealership. He saw several cars drive up and signaled for a taxi by waving his hand.

"Taxi!" David shouted as one was driving only to drive pass him. He called out again to another one only to have the same thing happen twice. Twenty minutes after several taxis passed him by acting like they didn't see him; he grew wearily and decided to just steal a ride.

He saw a young woman across from the street walk over to her car, a lime green 1992 Stallion, carrying a paper bag of groceries and slip her keys in her pocket. David then decided to play 'nice guy' to her.

"Hi, do you need any help with those?" David said kindly.

The young woman didn't look that bad until she smiled. She had a small gap between her two front teeth. "That's very nice of you to do that."

David chuckled and took the large bag of groceries and pretended to bump into her 'by accident'. During this, he quickly dipped his hand into her pockets and fished out the keys from there without her noticing. "I'm sorry about that miss," said David apologizing. "Sometimes these streets aren't just quite leveled."

"It's no big deal; just put the bags in front of the car. I'll open the door for you."

When she went into her pockets she started to panic a bit. "Oh no, I just had them a second ago."

"I know," smiled David as he shoved the groceries in her hands roughly, causing her to fall to the ground. When she fell on her butt, David opened the car door, turned on the car and drove off. As he avoided traffic, he turned on the radio and a song was about to come on till it broke into a news report.

This is Daytona City News, I'm Trisha Burke. Terror and gang violence broke out this morning when two factions were shooting it out over at the Daytona Docks and reached its way on the Lionel Bridge where paramedics and police were already tending to an accident due from a oil tanker and several cars. Here on the scene is Lori Oats. Lori?

Hi Trisha, over here is a mass of brass cartridges, dead bodies, and wounded cops and paramedics. One of the policemen, who barely survived the skirmish, explained to me that it was the work of a single car and three vans. We'll have more details later tonight. Back to you, Trisha.

While the reporter began to give more news, David turned off the radio not wanting to hear any more and continued to drive till he headed to his apartment. He parked the car across the street and stepped out.

When he got inside the apartment, he quickly showered, combed his hair, and changed into some business like clothes. If you want the job, you got to look like you want it, he thought as he grabbed a navy blue dress shirt along with a matching tie. He then, grabbed a black Italian suit along with some dress shoes and a pair of shades that had a cerulean colored tint on them. When he was finished, he grabbed the keys to his Sentinel along and decided to only take his two-tone colored 9mm gun and a extra magazine, since this was just a simple job he was going to do and didn't need to go all gung-ho with the guns. He slipped the pistol inside compartment of his suit and proceeded outside to his car.

He was surprised the car was still looking in pristine condition as he got in. He turned the ignition and made his way to Brownstand. He knew the area was the street wanabes territory, as well as the Chinatown district next to it was Triad territory, but he didn't have any problems with either one…at least for the time being.

While he continued driving he turned on the radio and listened to a radio talk show. He needed the laugh till he got to place. He was wondering what Randy was up to. Knowing him, he was always into something, and probably doing the same amount of damage just like he just did not to long ago back on the bridge. Hopefully the people at the dealership would accept him. He had a vast knowledge about cars and was gifted with talking people into buy something they couldn't even afford. Sure credit could get you anything you wanted and make you feel like you're a star, but when the time came to pay up and you didn't have at least some of it, credit could get you killed. Plain and simple.

When he arrived in Brownstand, he stopped at a light, and looked both sides, making sure no carjackers were in sight. He then went into his inside coat pocket and pulled the hammer back on his gun just in case. When it finally turned green, he pressed on the gas pedal and continued driving.

Parts of the neighborhood looked just as bad as the rundown apartments he was in saving those two strippers before, with its sidewalks all unleveled, some of the people looked grim and pissed off. Nearly every building David took a glance at would be either, a gun store, some fast food joint, a liquor store, or a bail bonds building. The shady look of the place didn't bother him as he saw the dealership and drove towards the parking garage. When he got out, he walked towards the entrance.

Inside the place didn't look that bad as a woman greeted him. "Hi can I help you?" she asked with a strong New Yorker accent.

"Yes you may. I'm looking for the owner of this place. I'd like to talk to him please." David said putting on his best manners.

The receptionist looked at him oddly while popping another piece of bubble gum. She then nodded as she pressed on a button. "Excuse me sir, there's a man here that wants to see you."

There was a small pause followed by several sniffles. Either this guy has a cold, or sniffing cocaine, David pondered as he waited patiently still smiling.

"Send him in."

"Yes sir," said the receptionist went to press two more buttons buzzing him in.

"Thank you," said David walking towards the office. When he opened the door, he saw the owner bent over on the table snorting.

On the desk were several lines of cocaine along with a small pouch halfway filled with it, a nickel plated King Anaconda revolver with a four-inch barrel, and several papers cluttered all over. On the desk there was a plaque with his name saying "Quentin Ross.

"Hey, hey how you doing," the owner asked, while wiping his runny nose and wiping it on his sleeve. He was a balding overweight black man who was sweating through his suit and breathing in heavy breaths. When David was wondering how much he was snorting, he glanced and saw several Cluckin' Bell wrappers and sandwich boxes.

David noticed what he was doing and continued to act nice towards him. I'm doing quite alright."

"Good, so what can I help you for? You interested in a car?" Quentin asked as he began snorting another line.

David looked away and looked around his office and answered, "No, I was told you might be looking for someone who can sell you some cars."

Quentin looked up at him as he was halfway through his Columbian powder line and laughed. "Well who and where did you get this source of info?"

"From one of your associates, Johnny Forelli," said David looking at him smirking.

Quentin sniffed and wiped his nose a bit looking attentively. "Well, it's not just selling cars you would have to do. It's acquiring certain cars for certain customers. Also the job requires collecting any debt they owe. If they give you the money, then it's no problem. If they cause any static, well…I'm sure you know what happens."

David raised his hand, imitated a gun and softly said, "Bang."

"Well in most cases you might have to shoot them. But if they give you a problem, break something, make a threat, fuck their girlfriend right in front of them, just whatever makes those ducking and dodging fucks cough up my dough, will put a smile on my face." Quentin smiled staring at David. "You want the job?"

"Yea…I'll take it, till I'm a goner or till something better comes along."

Quentin grinned exposing his yellow tinted teeth and handed him a small handheld Blackberry device. "Here are your clients. Now you don't have to do all of them at once. Take your time and whenever one of them hands you the cash for it, head over here."

"Done deal," David said shaking hands with him till there was a buzzing sound on Quentin's phone. Quentin immediately pressed the button to have it on speaker.

"Yes, what is it?" Quentin asked.

"Sir, I have a Miss. Dana Wayne here that wants to take a look at one of our cars."

"I'll have someone on that in a minute," said Quentin as he began to snort another line. "Well go ahead and help the woman, if she's interested in buying a car now, have the secretary inform me so I can get the paperwork done for her."

David nodded and walked out of his office. He saw the woman sitting by reading a fashion magazine. She looked very familiar as David looked at her some more till it finally hit him. It was the same prostitute that offered him his services a few days ago when he was on his way to Randy's club. He was in a bit of a shock that she wasn't wearing the same getup as before. Instead she was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, sandals and a blue tank top.

David decided to act like he didn't know her and make it quick. "Hi ma'am, how are you doing today?" he said smiling.

The woman eyed him up and down for a few seconds and then said, "You look familiar. Didn't I see you over at the Red Light District?"

"No, of course not," lied David as the receptionist handed David a key card.

"This is for the garage downstairs. Welcome to the team." The receptionist said with a pleasant smile. "I would give you a hug, but I'm off to go get something to eat." She pressed on the button and yelled into the com. "Hey boss! I'm going on my lunch break."

Quentin responded back complaining. "You just got here an hour ago."

She shrugged as she grabbed her purse and said, "Meh, I'm taking it early. Don't wait up on me."

David looked confused and shook his head. "Come on let's go."

The two walked towards a small elevator and stepped inside. When the doors closed, David looked at a slot near one of the buttons. He assumed that it must have been to the garage and put the card in there. Once it read the barcode, the elevator hummed and started lowering down.

While the elevator was taking its sweet time going down, she looked at David even more and yelled out loudly. "Hey I do remember you… you're that guy I was gonna suck off!"

Thanking God, that they were the only two in there, David placed her hand on her mouth shutting her up. "Jeez, why don't you announce it to the whole fucking building!"

Taking his hand from her mouth she said, "You really want me to?" she asked stupidly.

"No! Why are you even here? Knowing you, you probably couldn't afford a damn car…let alone a hot shower." David said screwing his face due to the way she smelled.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dana asked

"Let me tell you this, perfume and an unwashed body, don't mix at all." David said lividly.

"Fuck you," said Dana with the emotion and the attitude of a pre-teenager.

"Well you might have a chance if you didn't smell like rotting fish on an open flame," said David wondering when is the elevator going to open.

After a few more seconds the steel doors opened and David jumped out gagging for air, while Dana looked at him like she wanted to kick him…very hard.

"Goddamn…remind me after this, to give you some money for a bar of soap." David said complaining as they walked towards the cars.

"Remind me, to kick your teeth in for insulting me. I'm a lady…"

"That stinks to high heaven." David said cutting her off.

"Look, I don't have to take this shit." Dana said crossing her arms.

"You think I have a choice? Just pick a damn car already." David said backing away from her stench.

"Whatever. I'd like to see…that one," Dana pointed at a green colored sports car. "It looks like a beauty."

One your ass probably couldn't afford, David said to himself conceitedly. When he saw the car Dana was pointing at, he nodded. "That is a 1987 Banshee. It's a pretty decent car with some good gas mileage, speed, and good cornering. Its $9300, but you can pay it in payments if you want."

"Well don't you think I should go for a test ride?" Dana asked.

Shaking his head David said, "How about I drive for you so you can see what its like. Maybe we can go around the block." He insisted.

Thinking about it she nodded and smiled. "Alright, you win. But no funny business, I already fucked a guy just so he could drive me here. Maybe if you knock the price down a bit, I could give in and break you off a little something," said Dana licking her lips.

Feeling slightly nauseous, he declined. "No, that's quite alright. I was…busy before I got here. Maybe another time Dana…when I don't feel like throwing up.He" David said lying.

She shrugged as David opened the car door and saw the key on the dashboard and grabbed it. There was another person there and saw David. Before he could go up to him, David showed the key card to him. He nodded and opened the garage door.

"Well then, shall we?" David said as he got inside the car waiting for Dana.

"Yes," she said. "I want to see how fast this thing can go." Dana said, firmly getting inside and slamming the door. She then added as she began to apply lipstick on her lips, "And don't crash ok?"

Looking at Dana with the corner of his eye, he nodded and said, "Idon't crash. Just sit back and enjoy the ride." With that, he started the car, and slammed on the pedal causing Dana to jerk back into her seat and smear lipstick on the side of her lips and teeth.

Frustrated, Dana yelled. "Shit! What was that for?"

"No reason." He said nonchalantly as the car zoomed out of the garage. He then took a hard turn exiting the dealership and through the streets of Brownstand.

"Well I was about to tellllllahhhhh!"

David cut her off by making a dynamic hard turn nearly lifting the car on two wheels, but it went back down. Dana on the other hand held on for dear life, as David shifted gears going a bit faster and hit another corner. He continued driving stylishly showing off his skills and started talking.

"You know, this kind of car is perfect for those times when you're in a bit of a rush." David said slamming on the brake.

Dana flew forward and nearly hit her head against the glove compartment. Her face was now completely flushed and her heart was racing very fast. "What the fuck are you trying to do here? I'm far too young to have high blood pressure here!"

"A certain someone wanted me to speed up and I just want to push it limits for you." David said as he waited for the light to turn green. "Well what do you think so far? Smooth ride isn't it?"

Dana nodded slowly. "You didn't have to hit the corners so hard, but I like the car and how it goes. It just need a little fix up on the interior." She said looking at the lame zebra pattern leather seats.

The light turned finally turned green for the, and he continued driving until he stopped over at the dealership parking lot. "So is that a yes then Dana?"

"Yes, I'll take it."

David was pleased. "Good, just talk to the secretary and Quentin should set you up with a deal."

"Thanks," she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You're such a sweetie."

David cringed and got out the car. When the two headed over inside, Dana talked to Quentin while David went to the bathroom and washed his face. Ugh, I can't believe I let that woman kiss me…for all I know I might have something growing on my cheek. Like a wart or something. Let me just scrub my face down and collect pay. My first sold car…and it was a hooker of all people…wow.

When he stepped out the lavatory drying his face off with a paper towel, Quentin came over and handed him his commission. It was an envelope containing $930. "Nice job on your first sale. She told me you were very…skillful in showing how good the car was."

"Well you know me," David said smiling as the two were heading outside. "I have the technique."

"That I can see…which is why I'm going to call you up sometime. Me and you are gonna make a whole lotta money. See ya around, like a doughnut," Quentin said waving goodbye at David as he got into his Sentinel and drove off.

He stuffed the money into his pocket and got on the freeway. As he turned the radio to VRock, his cell phone rumbled. He quickly pulled it out and saw who was calling him.

"Hey, what's up Johnny?"

Johnny was lying in bed glancing at Lilly putting her thong on and went to open the blinds in the bedroom. The two of them had sex a while earlier and Johnny was breathing heavy while Lilly felt like nothing sparked during it at all. Between the two of them it was always that. It was always him first and never her, always his needs and never hers. The only thing that even kept them together was the fact that he practically owned her. If it wasn't for him, she would have been the same nobody he saw on the beach a year ago. She would have been lonely, unheard of, or worse off dead.

"Hey, don't open the blinds so fucking much." He said loudly covering the phone with one hand. He then went back to the phone and said, "I'm doing alright man. So did you see the places I showed you?"

"So far, just the dealership, but yea you told me to come see you when you had some work." David said as he arrived towards his apartment.

Johnny sat up and yawned. "As a matter of fact, there's something I'm going to need. I got a small meeting to head to and I need a driver. Are you up to it?"

David thought about it and wondered he could do more jobs at the places he mentioned. But then again, he always had time to head to those places. "You know I am up for it. What's the plan?"

"The plan is get your ass over to the Cluckin' Bell across the street from the Glen Tower. We can discuss it on the way there, and don't take too fucking long. Unlike your brother I need someone reliable."

"What you talking about? What happen with you and Randy?"

"The fuck does it matter? Don't worry he's alright. Just running some shit for me."

"Where at though?"

"David didn't I tell you, no questions? What the fuck are you, a woman on her period? I mean jeez, he's a grown ass man." Johnny said like some sort of bully. "Just get your ass over here so we can handle things.

"Yea sure…I'll see you there." David said hanging up the phone and parking his car in the garage. He was better off getting a cab and heading over there. He quickly then grabbed two more 9mm clips just incase things decided to go hectic and gunfire would happen. Better if I had one and not need it then not having it at all and needing one, he thought as one yellow cab came to pick him up.

"Where to good sir," said the Latin cab driver.

"Glen Towers."