Room 69
[*pager ringing, street noises*]
TARIQ: Yo, gotta go, y’all. Remember: cash rules, motherfucker!
[*pay phone dial tone, dialing, dial tone, phone picks up*]
TARIQ: Yo, who this? Somebody page Tariq?
TRU: Yo! The boss said you been blowing up in sales! Heard that you was blowing me out the box! I just wanted to call, congratulate you, and just show you how proud I am of you! I got you a lil something. Meet me at the Pickwick Motor Inn at 7:00, room 69, and don’t be late, aight? I gotta go. Peace!
TARIQ: Aight, then, peace
[*phone clicks*]
TARIQ (NARRATION): Well, it was already six o’clock, and I didn’t wanna be late. So I headed down to the Pickwick. not knowing what I was in store for…
[*Tariq knocking*]
HOOKER: Come in…
[*door opens and shuts*]
TARIQ: Oh! I’m sorry, love. I thought this was room 69
HOOKER: You got the right number, baby
TARIQ: Nah, I was s’posed to meet my boy Tru here. He said he had something for me
HOOKER: Well, you looking at it, sugar. He says you been doing a real good job…
[*Tariq’s zipper unzips, boing noise*]
HOOKER: Now, let’s see how good a job you can do
[*Hooker starts blowing Tariq, Tariq grunts*]
HOOKER (mouth full): Why don’t you fuck me now?
TARIQ: What?
[*she takes his dick out of her mouth*]
HOOKER: Oh, sorry, baby. I said, “Why don’t you fuck me now?”
TARIQ: Yeah, no doubt. I’m on that. C’mon!
HOOKER: Wait, before we get started, let me turn the radio on and set the mood…