White Slave

Chick' Huntsberry Charles 'Big

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A man who is 6'6" and nearly 400 pounds casts a big shadow. Charles 'Big Chick' Huntsberry lived beneath his own shadow. He always set out to be the best at what he was doing, to be the top dog. When Chick wins an arm-wrestling contest, it leads him to a profession as a bouncer at the big campus bar. Rumours start to spread about the huge bouncer at the club. Chick starts hearing stories about a guy who would fight a whole motorcycle club and turn over cars. The person in these stories turns out to be Chick himself. An old bouncing associate calls Chick and tells him about a music artist who is looking for a bodyguard. Chick, needing a change, tries it out. The rest is music history.

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 29 mai 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528954587
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 14 Mo

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White Slave
Charles ‘Big Chick’ Huntsberry
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-05-29
White Slave About The Author Dedication Copyright Information ©
About The Author
‘Big Chick’ Huntsberry, who served as Prince’s bodyguard from 1980 to 1985, moved with his family from Tennessee to Chanhassen, MN, in 1984 to work with Prince. Chick started a bodyguard school and a ministry after leaving Prince’s employment.
Charles ‘Big Chick’ Huntsberry passed away from heart failure on 2 April 1990.
Dedication
To my wife, Linda, and my children, Tina, Melissa, Kim, Brigitte, Rebecca and Chuck. Also, to my grandchildren, Jeremy and Brandon.
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Charles ‘Big Chick’ Huntsberry (2020)
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Austin Macauley is committed to publishing works of quality and integrity. In that spirit, we are proud to offer this book to our readers; however, the story, the experiences, and the words are the author’s alone and portrayed to the best of their recollection. In some cases, names and details have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved.
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Well, here I sit. Big Bad Chick. More like The Big Loser! I sit here, almost out of cocaine in a dark room with a gun in my hand, thinking about ending it all.
I have nothing now. I lost my cars, jewelry, all my money, and today I had to get rid of my Harley.
We were on welfare and everything that I tried, failed! I’ve been gone from Prince now for two years. I tried a Bodyguard School and it failed because of drugs. You can’t do much of anything when you’re high.
Many times, I wished I’d never left Prince. I was too proud to go and beg for my job back so my family had to suffer. I wanted to shoot myself, but that would just leave my wife with all the problems and not only that; she couldn’t afford to bury me. You know that feeling when there’s no way out!
The harder I sit and I think, I just keep coming to dead ends. It seems like Prince’s management black-balled me. I can’t get work anywhere. I can’t prove it, but I was the best at what I did. I’ve been here many times before. Like back in the ’70s when I had to pull bankruptcy and lost my construction company and ended up living on my mother-in-law’s back-porch. Then in 1980, I got into trouble with the IRS and lost my Semi and everything I owned.
Here I am again… Lost it all once more. I thought this time it was going to be different. If I could just turn back the clock.
Oh well! I’d probably do it all the same way! That’s the way I am. My life seems to be like a rollercoaster, up and down. I’ve always been really big and tough guy.
Instead of shooting myself, I think I’ll get my shit together and get going again…as I looked back to where it all started. It was a hot summer day in August of ’77 at the Ohio State Fair.
A man by the name of Wild Bill is hosting a Championship Arm Wrestling Contest. I was sitting in a crowd of people drinking beer with my friends, as I waited for my name to be called for the next match. I have only two people left to beat to make it into the finals. After two matches, without much effort at all, I made my way into the finals. I had one more hulkster left to beat. As both of us locked meat hooks, the match was over.
With less than a blink of an eye, I put the big man away with ease.
Wild Bill approached me, “Hey buddy, have you ever bounced before? I am looking for a husky guy like you to work at the Agora.”
“Where’s the Agora?”
“It’s up around the campus. It’s a big club, you game?” “What’s the pay?”
“Around twenty-five dollars per night and all the heads you can bounce. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like you got yourself a bouncer! By the way, what’s your name?”
“Wild Bill, I don’t think I caught yours.”
“Chick, most people call me Big Chick. What time do you want me there?”
“About eight.”
“I’ll be there.”
It was a long drive home; I lived out in the country. As I pulled up into my driveway, I couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful white house I lived in. It used to be a stagecoach stop back in the early 1800s. I remodeled it from roof to basement.
I walked into the house. My family was sitting around a big pine table that I had built for them. As I made my way into the kitchen, my five lovely daughters jumped up, “Did you win? Did you win?”
With that, my son Chuck replied, “Who could beat daddy?”
My lovely wife, Linda, smiled and with an eager look and said, “Well, honey, did you win?”
I pulled a beautiful gold trophy from behind my back, complimenting the feeling with a grin, “What do you think?”
I walked into the den and placed the trophy next to a beautiful array of gold and silver awards. I turned to see my wife admiring all my beautiful awards.
“I got a job bouncing at a place called the Agora.”
“My, bouncing? You don’t really have to do that.”
“I know, but we need the money,” I started towards the door “I’d better get going or I’ll be late.”
“You’re leaving already? I’d better get a kiss before you go!”
I had a hard time finding a parking place. I finally found a place to park a couple blocks from the Agora.
Two men with long hair were standing in the alley.
“Hey, do you know where the back entrance to this place is?”
One man replies, “No, are we supposed to?”
“Didn’t mean to strain your brain!” I walk on around the corner to what seems to be the back entrance.
Two roadies are loading band equipment. “Hey man, is this the back entrance?”
“Yea, but you can’t use it.”
I walk by the men without a glance.
“Hey man, don’t you hear too good?”
I turn to the men and satisfy their remark with a burning stare, then walk into the building which to my surprise becomes the stage.
As I enter further, a big shaggy bearded man in a black leather jacket says, “What do you want?”
“Do you know where I can find Wild Bill?”
“I work for Wild Bill. My name is Nasty, you ride a Harley?”
“What else?”
“Hey, there’s Wild Bill now!” Nasty whistles to catch his attention, but he couldn’t hear due to all the commotion.
The heat and smoke made a hazy red glow. The final ingredients that worked this place into a living hell.
Suddenly, a wild-eyed man flies in through the door. Without hesitation, Nasty puts his knee into the man’s groin and smacks him harshly alongside his head several times before throwing him out the door.
Nasty looked over his shoulder at me, “That’s the way you handle these college punks!” I got the feeling Nasty was trying very hard to impress me.
“You’d better find Wild Bill pretty quick before you lose him in the crowd.”
I walked through the club. The smell of pot was so thick that anyone standing in the club was stoned.
I saw Wild Bill standing with his arms around a gorgeous blonde with a drink in both hands. I put my hand on Bill’s shoulder.
“Big Man, what’s the story?”
“Not Big Man, Big Chick!”
“Isn’t that what I said? Hey I got a job for you. Watch this door until I get back. I’ve got something to take care of.”
While I stood guard at the door, two young girls approached me. I couldn’t help but notice their breasts ready to burst out of their T-shirts.
“Hey aren’t the Godz great?”
“Who are the Godz?”
“They’re the ones playing here tonight!” The girls’ T-shirts’ were soaked with sweat.
“Do you mind if we get some air?”
Several people already stood by the door. The club was so hot that everyone was dripping with sweat. About this time, four guys shoved their way into the exit.
I stepped in front of them blocking their entrance with my arms extended outward, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Hey man, we’ve got stamps!”
“You’ll have to come back in through the front entrance.” I started to push them back like a giant bulldozer.
“OK! OK! We’re going! Take it easy!” accidentally knocking the girls down in the commotion.
As I help them up, I can’t help but stare straight at their firm breasts through their T-shirts. Just then, Wild Bill approaches me and slaps his hand on my shoulder, “Scored already, I can’t believe you!”
“It’s not quite like that, Bill.”
“I got a way you can make some quick cash.”
“How’s that?”
“The owner of the club’s bodyguard is a tough arm wrestler; they say he can break your arm. I made a bet you can beat him. Are you game?”
“Set it up!”
“One thing though, don’t tell them you’ve been in any contests. Just let them think you’re a big country hick.”
The Godz finally open for the night. It seemed they’d never get things going. Suddenly, the crowd pushed and shoved towards the stage, tables and chairs flew everywhere. Wild Bill shouted, “Chick, Hurry, we need your help up front!”
As I pushed my way up front, I noticed young girls’ bodies being crushed against the stage as the crowd squirmed to make its way to the Rock and Roll. As I was pushing the crowd back, I noticed a girl being trampled beneath the infinite number of feet. I reached down and pulled the unconscious girl up. As the band got louder, the noise seemed to fuel the fire of violence. It seemed like the night would never come to an end, but soon they were on their last number. It was time to run the crowd out the door. After the crowd dispersed, all