"OK Jackson I'm going to give you a chance, on your way out go to laundry to be fitted for a uniform. I'll expect you here Monday at 23:45 hours for line up and inspection, don't let me down."
Tyrell really needed this job but could he live up to the rules and regulations of a casino security guard? With the uniforms, shoeshines, and military time he might as well be in the army. It was just jobs in Vegas were so tight now he couldn't afford to be picky. Tyrell was now going to have to follow a lot of rules, which was unlike his child hood. He grew up to only two rules, stay out of his mother's stash and if the porch light was on don't come home. When he was young, his mother told him she was entertaining guests when she left on the light. He soon found out the guests were paying customers and some got real mean when he interrupted them. Oh yeah Tyrell spent many a night out back in the shed and even in the mild climate of LA there were plenty of cold nights.
He at least had a job now and although he had less than a hundred bucks he only had two days of freedom until he had to start working for a living. He wondered how many white women he could fuck in two days; well he was going to find out. This was the main reason he moved to Vegas, because this town was full of visiting white women who came to score some black cock. Tyrell was here to give them all the black cock they could handle and as a bonus, he wanted to give them a couple of nuts full of his baby making sperm. Although he truly liked fucking white girls, what really got him off was knocking them up. He didn't know why and he really didn't care but he knew it really got him off to see white women carrying black babies around in their arms.