The first rays of morning sunlight startled Debbi awake as the bus rolled into Detroit. It was early morning and Debbi had no idea how she was supposed to find the address given her by Buck. She asked a cab driver, and he shook his head as he pulled the cab from the curb. His conversation centered around how nice the weather was for that time of year, and the monotone of the man began to bother her. But Debbi felt she preferred the company of the boring cabbie to the strangely deserted street she stepped out onto.
"You sure you want this place?" The cabbie asked, giving Debbi another looking over. "It's kind of a rough area. Dope heads and stuff…"
"This is it, thank you," Debbi answered, in a tone that indicated she wished to terminate the conversation. The cabbie shook his head and pulled away quickly as soon as he had collected his fare.
The neighborhood was rundown, but quiet. No matter how rotten a neighborhood may seem at night, when it's teeming with every possible kind of humanity, the early morning hours brought a peace to the area. For the moment, Debbi felt secure.
Yet, Debbi felt somewhat uneasy as she entered the apartment complex given as the address of Willie Loman. A strange odor of evil seemed to fill
the air. Something in the back of Debbi's mind told her to run. She had over two hundred fifty dollars. That would, be enough to take her to a warmer climate.
But she rang the buzzer insistently. Finally, Debbi heard cursing and a commotion from inside.' The door slowly opened and a green haze seemed
– to rush out of the room. The eyes looking out at her were bloodshot, but did not have the anger she expected.
"Who are you?" the black man looking at her asked.
"Are you Willie Loman?" Debbi stammered nervously.
"That depends," he answered softly, still keeping his eyes on hers.
"On what?"
"On who you are," he answered in a half-laugh. He was in a strange mood, coming down off a coke high that had him sailing easy half the night. His nostrils still burned and his sinuses itched from the cap he'd snorted. But at that time, Willie was feeling no pain. He had never really crashed, merely getting into the heavy user's state called "hazy". He remembered things somehow, but their order was confused.
"Well, I'm Debbi," she began, not wishing to tell him her last name. She knew she would have to tell him more by way of explanation. "From Chicago. Buck Evans sent me."
"Chicago… Buck…" the man mumbled incoherently. Finally his eyes lit up as something registered in his foggy brain. "Oh, you're the chick that wants a new scene."
"He told me you could help me make some bread," Debbi said, feeling suddenly uneasy. Willie was surprised at how pretty the girl was. And how
innocent-looking. She was definitely green, or she would have gotten a pad in a hotel and then called. Making a social visit to a pimp at seven in the morning showed a certain amount of naivete.
"Sure I can. But first you go to the Danton Hotel. I've got Suite fifteen, it's one of my regulars. Tell the clerk you're with Mr. Loman. He'll show you upstairs. You ain't got any luggage," Willie commented, not really surprised or caring.
"I travel light."
"Okay. Relax awhile, get a bite to eat. Look around downtown if you want, but be ready to have dinner with me at seven. I like promptness. And I'll call you a cab right now. I'd ask you in, but I got some business in here," Willie explained, and she heard him pick up the phone and call a cab. She wasn't certain what he meant by business, but she wasn't all that eager to find out either.
"Ub, what'll I have to do?" Debbi asked, feeling uneasy when he returned to the partially opened door.
"Just stay a sexy lady for the moment. And stay out of this neighborhood. These bastards see a pretty white woman and they'll fuck her sure as shit. Remember, I'll come for you. And I'll explain what I want you to do in more detail. After dinner," Willie said, fascinated by the girl's lack of experience. If Buck hadn't recommended her, Willie would have sworn she was a nervous virgin. But if Buck said she was okay, then she could fuck a guy till his nuts felt like a couple of dried prunes.
Willie was hungry to try Debbi out. It made Willie feel good to fuck the girls who looked like the epitome of white middle-class society.
Debbi was wondering what Willie was thinking about as he stared absently. She was familiar
enough with drugs to know that he was using something.
"There he it," Willie said, pointing to the cab.
"Right. Bye," Debbi said, rushing out to meet it.
"See ya later," Willie said, closing the apartment door.
The Danton Hotel was an ancient-looking relic on the outside. But inside, fancy furnishings and plush carpeting impressed Debbi as the trappings of a first-rate hotel. The patrons milling about the large lobby seemed to reflect a kaleidoscope of different backgrounds. The hotel clerk was cooperative, even if he did seem to leer obscenely at her when she mentioned Willie Loman's name. She was directed to a very posh, though not really very large, suite. All things considered, the place suited her fine.
Debbi removed her clothes to take a bath. She teased her toe into the hot bath water and found it to her liking. She gingerly got into the tub, enjoying the sensation of the hot water as it engulfed her.
The water caused her pussy to tingle as it caressed her. Water always felt so sexy to Debbi. She remembered how she'd picked up twenty dollars for blowing a guy underwater. At least she almost got paid for it.
The incident had occurred after a party she'd attended irhen she'd been on the streets for a couple of weeks. Everyone had wine and a little grass and some guy, filled up on both, went out to the pool, stripped nude, and went in.
Debbi sank further into the tub as the memory of what happened came back to her. Her nipples hardened at the contact of the hot water. Her fingers pinched them gently as the vivid picture flashed in front of her.
Debbi remembered how the guy had a hard-on when he went into the water. He told a couple of girls to suck him off, but they laughed and went on swimming. When the guy said he'd pay twenty bucks for the head job, Debbi got interested. She stripped off her suit and dived into the pool at the other end. She'd taken a drinking straw out of the house and used it to breathe through as she silently made her way through the water. There were no pool lights on, so no one could see what was happening.
"Jesus!" the guy gasped in astonishment, when Debbi captured his hard cock in her mouth. The water pressure made the bloated prick seem even bigger. Only the guy's head and shoulders were above the water, but his groans of ecstasy made several people around him aware that something was happening.
Debbi took a finger and rubbed it along her slit as she recalled how the man's sperm shot out of him. She had opened her mouth and let the slimy liquid rise to the surface of the water. Then she quickly made it to the other 'end of the pool, where several other naked girls were splashing around.
Someone turned on the poe1 lights and everyone around the pool laughed as they saw the suspended fluid surrounding the guy in the water. A couple of the chicks in the pool giggled and all of them raced out of the pool. Debbi never got paid because all the chicks claimed to be the one who had done it.
"Oh!" Debbi gasped as her finger teased her cunt into erection. But doing it like this never seemed to work out quite right. It W88 easy to get worked up, but difficult climaxing. So she finally gave up the effort and stepped out of the tub. She toweled herself dry and turned on the television. The soap
operas fascinated her with all of the problems she could so easily identify with. Some people thought they were corny, but Debbi felt they mirrored reality. No matter how unbelievable it might sometimes seem.
Debbi fell asleep on the comfortable bed with the television still on. She awoke several hours later to what appeared to be the same program. Perhaps they were all alike after all. She was still nude, but didn't feel really horny. At least not horny for the climax she could produce in her body with her own fingers. She needed a man.
Debbi wondered if the police had found Cindy yet. It would be easy for Buck to put two and two together and realize she was the guilty party. But would Buck tell his suspicions to the police? If he did, then it would be an easy matter to trace her here. And the police wouldn't care to listen to her story of how they had all abused her. Debbi knew she was only defending herself when Cindy died. But who would believe that? Thankfully, the television was able to wipe these fears from her head. At least for the moment.
Willie arrived promptly at seven and they went out for dinner. It was her first good look at the man, and Debbi was impressed. He was at least six feet four, and had a very well-constructed body. His dark skin had a sheen of confidence and the bulge in his pants was ample. She noticed his confident air and some of it rubbed off on her.
Back in Kiler, people would have been shocked to see a white girl with a black man. And if they walked into a restaurant like regular white folks, some kind of trouble would develop. But in the city, no one seemed to notice.
"Are you enjoying your dinner?" Willie asked Debbi. She chewed quickly and swallowed hard so
she could answer.
"It's really good, but awful fancy," Debbi answered, betraying her small-town background and youth. She wouldn't need much work, Willie knew. As long as she remained natural, she would be a hit with the wealthy, lecherous men who visited the city. All of them were the same when they got away from home. They wanted to fuck strange pussy, and the younger the better. A lot of them would be having their wish.
"Nonsense. Only the best for one of my girls," Willie said. Suddenly Debbi realized that she wasn't an exclusive.
"How many do you have?" Debbi asked, not realizing that such a discussion was forbidden as policy. Because of her obvious inexperience, Willie gave her an answer.
"A few. But none as lovely as you," Willie answered. "But don't ever ask me about it again."
"All fight," Debbi said, feeling slighted as she realized that the entire setup was to be purely a business relationship. Debbie knew that he'd fuck her after the meal. And she found herself beginning to daydream about how it would feel to have a massive black prick inside of her. She wondered what a black man's sperm would look like. But then she remembered that in her high school sex education class, the teacher had said that all human semen was alike.
"Are you ready to go?" Willie asked, ushering her out of her chair and her daydream. She felt a little tense as she realized she was about to be tested. If she didn't please Willie, he'd probably have all sorts of terrible things done to her. Debbi had heard all kinds of stories from girls back in Chicago about what their pimps would do if they got angry.
Once they got inside Debbi's hotel room, Willie dropped his facade of gentility. "Strip, and let's see the goodies," Willie said, walking about the room impatiently. Debbi was shocked by his sudden change in attitude, but did as she was instructed. Willie watched as she stripped. She felt a little silly standing naked in front of a clothed man, and Willie was quick to notice it.
"No modesty. You've got a good body. Be proud of it. Defy the motherfuckers to prove they're man enough to have you, and make it seem like it's worth the money for the privilege to try," Willie instructed, moving over to the nude girl for a closer inspection. "Nice tits, a real fine set." He fondled them, then said, "Not fat… good ass..legs long and sexy…and a sexy and tight little cunt…" Debbi winced as he rammed a finger into her unlubricated snatch. It seemed to her he was an auto mechanic making an inspection of her various working parts.
"Ever had it up your ass?" Willie asked, stepping back to eye the total effect. He seemed pleased.
"Yes," Debbi answered softly.
"Did you like it?"
"Not really," Debbi answered.
"You'll learn to. My customers know my rate and that I deliver quality merchandise. They'll be no problem. They pay before they come up. Downstairs. So they'll be no rip offs. If a guy tells you he paid for fucking your asshole raw, you'd better give it to him. They pay two hundred bucks to have your body for two hours. Any way they want it. I'll start you out at one a night, then move you up to three by the weekend. I'll pick up the money at the desk every couple of days. If you get any tips, you give them to me. Understand?" Willie said harshly.
"Yes… I understand," Debbi answered weakly.
"You'll get your money from me each week. Say, you got any bread?" Willie asked, wandering over to her purse.
"Only… only a couple of dollars," Debbi stammered. Willie opened the purse and found the two hundred fifty dollars.
"That's my money, "Debbi protested as he took the bills and put them in his pocket. Willie slowly walked up to her and slapped her on the face.
"Nothing is yours. Everything you own is mine," Willie said between clenched teeth. Her hand rubbed her stinging cheek. "And don't mouth off. I won't mark you up because of business. But there are a lot of places that hurt, but don't show marks. Dig?"
Debbi shook her head to. indicate that she understood. She knew she was only switching masters. The helplessness she knew with Cindy was overcoming her once again. The strength she had momentarily known had left her. Willie sensed this and was pleased.
Willie slowly took off his own clothing, watching her closely as he did. Debbi bit her lip in anticipation of what he might put her through. Debbi felt herself encompassed by his power. It was an invisible net of his will that slowly melted any resistance in her own spirit. The black, heavily muscled frame was fascinating because of its uniqueness. The prick was large in its flaccid state as it rested in the thick, black bush of his pubic hair.
Once nude, Willie walked over to her and kissed her. His tongue tried to edge into Debbi 's mouth, but she resisted. He worked at her mouth until the tip of his tongue had found a home there. His powerful hands caressed her firm ass.
"Suck my cock till I come in your mouth," Willie ordered huskily, and immediately Debbi dropped to her knees in front of the black stud. His massive, ebony prick was the thickest Debbi had ever seen, tough its length was similar to Buck's. She was fascinated as she watched the blood pulse hotly trough the bloated veins covering the shaft. Her tongue moved out tentatively to tease the velvet smoothness of the swollen cap.
"You've got a lovely cock. It looks so powerful," Debbi cooed, blowing her hot breath over the sensitive tip. She let her mouth fill with her warm saliva before moving her head dawn to engulf the prick.
"Oh, you do that so fine," Willie complimented, looking down to see her hair swaying gently over his crotch. Spurred on by his praise, Debbi used her hands to massage his hard-muscled thighs, occasionally straying to playfully tickle at his balls.
"Ummm," she murmured, sucking noisily on his cock, capturing most of it in the warm trap of her mouth. The tip touched the entrance to her throat, but her flaring nostrils carried enough oxygen to her lungs. Obviously, Willie had great staying power and could make her work last a long time. But Debbi speeded up the movement of her mouth and soon had him groaning in ecstasy.
"Lay down on the bed," Willie ordered throatily. When Debbi didn't relinquish her post, Willie reached under her arms and dragged her to her feet. She quickly went to the bed and curled her feet under her, little-girl style.
"Are you going to hick me?" Debbi asked, wondering why she suddenly asked such a ridiculous question.
"I like that. You're a natural, baby," Willie said,
allowing himself to cool down to increase his staying power. She had worked him up dangerously close to an orgasm. And the stud knew from experience that he couldn't afford to waste a shot. Not if he wanted to keep a harem of whores under his thumb. Debbi was surprised how suddenly her own lust cooled during the pause. And she was even more surprised that it didn't bother her. Maybe she was simply becoming a professional, subjecting her passion to the demands of the market.
"How do you mean?" Debbi asked at length, feeling more comfortable with him now that she'd sucked his cock. She wished she'd made him come. That would have given her some power over him. But Willie would not allow such a concession. To allow it would give Debbi thoughts of independence.
"You sure know what to do with a man. You can make him feel like he wants to. You can, sense how a man wants his woman to be and you become like that," Willie explained, so far impressed with her. But Buck had never let him down. Yet.
"I can handle men," Debbi said, perhaps with too much confidence.
Willie was on her. "Me too, I suppose? Get them damn thoughts out of your head!"
"Okay," Debbi said defensively, ready to duck a slap. But none came. Instead, Willie ran his hand over her flat stomach. She sucked in her breath in anticipation of what he would do. It seemed so devilishly wicked to be in bed with a black man. It went against everything she'd been taught as a child. Perhaps that was why it was giving her so much pleasure.
"You've got a body that'll make a man ready to
come just by looking at it," Willie said, stroking the swollen lips that protruded from the sparse bush of her pubic hair. She let out a deep breath in appreciation. "Talk 'em off. You know, say all the juicy words that'll make those old duds hot. You can do it. She-it! You can say it and blush like it was the first time you've ever done it..
"Please fuck me. I want it," Debbi said in a soft enough whisper to move Willie to pity.
"I will. But hold still a minute. I'm going to make it a trip you won't forget. I'll fuck you like you've never been Lucked. You'll beg for more and you'll learn you'll only get it when you're a good gill," Willie said, looking at her.
"Yes, hick me," Debbi whimpered, her eyes closed tightly. It was all one, big erotic dream, and she was reveling in it. Willie shook his head in disbelief and moved to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. It was well stocked with the secret ointments of his trade. Willie was a sorcerer. He had the ability to take something beautiful and change it into the basest form. But none of his subjects ever complained of the transformation.
Willie opened the cabinet and took out a jar of Vaseline. He rubbed a thin layer of the jelly over his stiffly erected cock. Then he removed a small jar of liquid. In it was the simple natural ingredient used by pimps to inspire a heated response in their women. It was nothing more than the juice from a very select Mexican red pepper. Several drops ova the head of the Vaseline-covered cock were all Willie needed. That would certainly be enough to do a most thorough job.
"Now you'll get Lucked, Mama, Willie said, descending on her. She lay submissively on her back, and his fingers gently pried open the lips of her pussy. The pink, excited flesh was damp with
the clear moisture from her active glands. Debbi shamelessly fondled her own diamond-hard nipples as Willie ran his finger up and down the slippery groove, finally drilling it quickly into the maw of her cunt to test its resiliency. It was tight and hot beyond belief, and the gentle, but persuasive, muscles of her inner body tugged at his finger, trying to draw it further inside of her. It seemed as tight as an asshole when she clamped her muscles together.
"You on the pill?" Willie asked, his fingers getting more intimate.
"Yes," Debbi gasped as his thumb rolled under the fleshy hood of her clitoris, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her pussy. Debbi remembered that her starting on the pill was the one thing Cindy had done for her.
"You're somethin' else. I'm gonna fuck you just like a john would. Most of them don't play around much and they could give a shit if you're wet. So I'm goin' in," Willie said, using the excuse so he could fuck that unbelievable cunt. She was already nearly wet enough to start a flood, and the girl's juices were drooling out between the puffy labia in a steady stream of clear liquid.
"Oh, do it now!" Debbi said, spreading herself wide and bracing her back to accept his weight.
"Take it, Mama!" Willie groaned, fitting the knob into the tight orifice. The monster felt like it was ripping open her pussy, but her inner muscles urged more of him in. It only took several strokes to get the full length of cock inside her. Willie was hunching like a horny rabbit, doing nothing to her body but fucking it like a well-tuned machine. Debbi squirmed under him, her own fingers massaging the top of her pubic bone, making a delicious pressure exert itself on her cut. The
nubbin was raw from the effects of her hand, as well as the massive cock so thoroughly reaming out her cunt.
"I'm gonna come!" Debbi announced, her feet kicking wildly as muscle spasms ran through her ass and thighs. She fought the urge to grab his back with her free hand and scratch him to shreds.
Willie felt her contract violently, and her entire body shook out its pleasure. She whimpered in sweet agony as the bliss of climax seized her brain.
"Sweet Jeezus!" Willie wailed, unable to hold back his sperm. The red pepper juice had made Debbi's crotch feel like an inferno, and her muscles instinctively grabbed at his cock, trying to lock it inside of her. But as Willie blew his load deep into her, he realized that it wasn't the red pepper juice doing it to the girl. She was naturally hot.
"Oh, I needed that," Debbi said, her fingers still clawing at her burning crotch, trying to draw more of the fuck fluid out of it. The sperm inside her felt soothing.
Willie had no choice but to withdraw. His cock had gone limp after his load had been wrenched out of his balls, something which didn't usually happen to him. The climax Debbi had induced in him had been so violent as to completely knock the wind out of him.
"You'll do all right," Willie commented, still watching the overcharged girl squirming about on the large bed. Hell, she could bring three hundred dollars a session. And Willie knew he would get that price. He needed at least three times that amount to score the kind of quality coke he needed. Plus a lot more for the skag his junkie women needed.
"When will I have a john?" Debbi asked, suddenly feeling familiar with the words.
"Later tonight. A real gentleman with a yen for the unusual. He'll be easy to handle and it'll be a breeze. Only don't give the motherfucker a heart attack," Willie laughed.
Debbi gave a half-smile. Apparently Willie was satisfied with her ability to sexually entertain men. She needed Willie as an ally, in case Buck opened his mouth to the police. It had been easy pleasing Willie. He acted a little rough, but as long as he didn't try to beat her up, as Cindy had, Debbi would obey him. She wanted to feel secure working for Willie. She realized it would only be a working relationship between them. But it would do.
Willie dressed quickly and left without saying a word. Now Debbi was alone. The thoughts creeping into her head frightened her, though they weren't really clear. She washed up and freshened her body for the visitor. The selection of clothes in the closet included seductive sleepwear. Debbi chose a full-length pink nightgown, covered with frills and sexy ruffles, and slipped into the slippers with the pink fur trim.
Buck must have told Willie Debbi's clothing sizes. The wardrobe in her closet was elegant and perfect in every way imaginable. Buck must have found out the sizes from Cindy. It seemed to Debbi that a lot of people knew more about her than she herself did. How they could know bothered her.
Debbi was glad when the doorbell rang. In a sexual situation, Debbi could find comfort. And hopefully a power she needed. She would recharge herself and be strong again. And the men she would fuck for money would help her to achieve. this elusive power.