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Never a Lender or Borrower...

By: Rhythm_N_Ooze



Oh Donna, you make me stand up ...

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Brad was on cloud nine. For the past six months he had pursued Donna tirelessly. God knows she was the prettiest girl on campus, she was on the cheerleading team, she was smart and, even with all that, was self-effacing, funny and best of all, unattached. He didn't see himself as a great catch in comparison to the football and basketball heroes, but he exhibited the three p's; personable, persistent and patient. And now, he seemed to have passed the "test" and she had agreed to go to a movie (success) and to go for coffee (success squared). The night couldn't have gone better and now here she was in his apartment drinking a beer and sitting beside him on the couch.

Brad rented a basement apartment close to school because his mother and father who ran a mission in South America wanted him to get a good education and so they had rented him an apartment and sent him money for rent. Having Donna here was like a dream come true. He eased closer to her and kissed her. A first 'real' kiss which she did not accept reluctantly but rather, accepted responsively. Soon they were kissing open-mouthed and uninhibited. Brad was even more surprised when she allowed him to unbutton her blouse down to her navel, rewarding him with a first-class view of her well filled bra. He felt confident that she would soon allow him to remove it and feel the soft warmth of her tits in his hands.

He wasn't sure when he first heard the noise, a slow double-click. His apartment wasn't exactly the most noise proof and the street noise drowned most other noises. But, he heard the clicks distinctly and lifted his head. Sitting across from him was Eddie James. He was pointing a cocked handgun at the two lovers.

"Back away from her Brad and sit on the other end of the couch."

Donna sat up with a start.

"Well if it isn't pretty Donna."

"What are you doing here." She gasped, trying to pull her blouse together.

"I came to visit Brad. I wasn't expecting to find you here, but you're a welcome surprise. Now, don't hide your tits, Donna. In fact take that blouse off or maybe, just maybe, my gun might accidentally go off."

"Leave her alone Eddie. It's me you want." Blustered Brad, both frustrated and scared at Eddie's appearance. Eddie was a dangerous person at the best of times and right now he seemed even more unstable than usual.

"Well, that is true but I see some interesting possibilities. Now you just get over here and sit in this chair. Donna, you're not listening. Get that blouse off and give me your bra. I need it to tie up your friend here."

"Please." Begged Donna. "Let me go."

"Either you take your bra off Donna or I off your friend here."

He roughly grabbed Brad and shoved the gun into Brad's mouth.

"Oh no." Whimpered Donna as she hastened to get her blouse and bra off.

"That's great Donna now bring it over here and give it to me. These are nice tits, Donna. Now just you kneel down here next to me while I deal with your friend. Then I'll have time to fool around with them while I'm tying Brad up."

Eddie took the bra and bound Brad's hands together and tied them securely to the back of the chair.

"That's better. Now Brad you know why I'm here. Where's my money?"

"I gave you fifty on Wednesday."

"Yeah, but you said you'd get 100 by today. Where's the other fifty?" Eddie wasn't looking at Brad while he talked. He had turned to Donna and was lecherously squeezing her breasts. Brad stared at them spellbound. They were firm and round with only a hint of uplift at the end where her nipples jutted stiffly from Eddie's fondling. He was having trouble concentrating on Eddie's questions.

"I've got another twenty in my pocket."

"Not enough. You're going to have to discover that you meet your obligations, or people get hurt. Sometimes people you know get hurt too. Give me the belt off your skirt Donna. I need it for your boyfriend's legs."

Donna seemed crushed as she removed her belt and handed it to Eddie, who tied it around Brad's legs and the chair legs.

"Now it's time for a performance Donna. I've seen you do those cheerleading moves from the stands but I want to see some close-ups of those moves you make. Stand over there and run through your routine. That's right, make those boobies bounce for me. Wait a second, it's really sexy when your skirt flies up like that, but I think it would be better if you took your panties off and I could see your pussy while you dance. Now don't be bashful 'cause that could be fatal for old Brad here. That's right. Now just toss them over to me. Mmmmm they smell so good and I absolutely love your bush. Now start again."

Eddie watched intently as Donna kicked up her legs in her best cheerleading style and finished with the splits.

"Now I want to see a big finish where you end up with your ass facing me, bent at the waist, legs wide apart and you touching your toes. Nice, very very nice. Now just back up a bit here."

Eddie extended his hand under her skirt and ran his fingers through her bush. Donna yelped as she felt his touch.

"Don't move Donna or it'll go worse for your man or should I say boy here. Now, take your skirt off. I want to see you dressed only in your stockings."

Once she had removed her clothes he turned her to face him and lowered his mouth and sucked in one nipple as he rubbed his hand through the thick black hair on her pubis.

"What a hairy little bush you have down here. I think we'll need to make you a honorary member of the Bald Beaver Club."

Eddie opened his pants and released his thick erection.

"Suck my cock Donna. Do it from the side so that I can play with your hairy pussy. Ah, you must like it when I feel your clit. And what about when I stick my finger up your tight little cunt. Oh, you like that too I see, but don't stop sucking, we'll have plenty of time for the old in and out later. Oh yes, that's good and you're moistening up nicely. Right that's enough."

Eddie dragged the besieged girl to the couch and flipped her onto her back.

"Now hold those legs up like you do when you're cheerleading. Great."

With that he fell on Donna and stabbed his cock into her primed pussy. She gave a scream as he breached her pussy, but Eddie would not be denied. For the next fifteen minutes he thrust wildly into her until he filled her with his semen. For some minutes he lay on her without withdrawing. When he finally pulled out, Brad watched the pink hole slowly contract as Eddie's semen trickled out. Eddie walked her over to stand in front of Brad.

"Look at her Brad. What a nice fuck."

He ran his fingers through her pussy hairs and scooped up some of his cum.

"What's this?" He said looking at his emissions. "You're not having your period are you?"

"No." She whispered.

"Well Brad it looks like I beat you to it. I see streaks of blood in this if I'm not mistaken. Wow, that's great. I just took your girlfriend's cherry Brad. She was a fucking virgin and I popped her just like that. God that makes me hard again."

He pulled the unhappy girl over to the kitchen counter and told her to lean against it. Then he jammed his cock into her slippery hole from behind and flipped open his phone.

"Hi Bart. I want you to come over to 222, West Bowling Drive Apartment 1. Bring Ted, Billy, Joe and Sam. Yeah I know Sam's a fucking maniac, but I got a great fuck here. Yeah, but you'll never guess who. I'm fucking her as we speak. Here, listen."

He held the phone receiver between Donna's legs as he ploughed her hairy furrow and his stomach slapped against her bottom.

"Can you believe it, she was still cherry and I just this moment popped her. This is only her second fuck and she's still as tight as Dutchman. Bring the still and the cam. Oh, and bring a vibro. I want some good action shots to keep her in line.  

"Yeah, you're right, she wouldn't want them posted round school. God is she tight and what fine tits. Ok, see yah."

He hung up the phone and started to pump Donna faster as his fingers kneaded her clitoris.

"Come on slut I know you can do it. Ooh yes, I do believe you're going to go off soon. Oh yes, squeeze my cock. Are you cumming? Yes? Yes? I think you are. That's it let it out, slut. Oh, yes, yes, yes. God I love fucking newbies."

Brad heard Donna huffing throatily, unable to check her mounting orgasm until with an explosive gasp it seized her and her bum wriggled uncontrollably as the pleasure rose to a climax and Eddie again emptied his testicles into her. Eddie pulled out quickly and grabbed a plate off the table and pulled her pussy open to allow their juices to run out onto it. He soon had a generous amount on the plate. Seen this way, the streaks of blood in the semen were obvious.

A knock at the door heralded the arrival of Eddie's cronies and for the next two hours they took nude pictures of Donna; took video's of her being fucked; of her sucking cocks while being fucked; of her being licked by the men; and finally she was given a vibrator and told to fuck herself until she came. Brad could barely stand it and tried to escape but Eddie beat him unconscious with the butt of his gun.

When he came to, his apartment was empty. There was a strong redolence of sex but nothing else. On the counter Eddie had left a note weighted down with a plate full of pink tinged cum.

"Dear Brad:

From now on until you've paid, Donna is my girl. She'll be well taken care of (especially her cunt) as long as you cooperate. She'll help pay for your debt. I'll credit 10% of every dollar she makes against your debt. Don't try talking to her. Don't call the cops or she's history. Nice doing business with you. Even better doing my business with her. What a fuck. Better hurry before she get's too far on. I reckon you've got about 4 or 5 months before it's too late for an abortion. I'm gonna love pregging her though. She told me she was on the pill but from now on she's on her own. Three weeks before her next period. Next month she'll be pretty fertile and there's quite a few people want to make her intimate acquaintance. Actually, the lottery has started as to who, when, where or if it'll happen . Love and Kisses Eddie."

Brad retched into the sink. What could he do? Eddie had some big friends who he was quite certain would have no qualms about killing him and Donna too for that matter. He had to work this out, to think of something he could do to release Donna and himself from Eddie's grasp.

The next day at school he got his first indication of the depth of her predicament. Eddie was leaned up against Donna's locker kissing her and pawing her breasts. As Brad passed he made a point of smiling at Bard and pressing his hand against her pubis. Brad got just one glimpse of Donna who shot him a frightened glance.

For many days Brad searched hard for a job where he could earn decent money and at last he found a motorcycle courier job. After all it had been the 2 grand he'd borrowed for the bike that had got him in this trouble in the first place. And, he still owed $1,600 and it never seemed to go down much. He calculated that he'd already paid $700 but with the interest, it just seemed to get worse.

He flopped out on the couch after he got home from another grueling round of courier runs and thought about his problem. It seemed insoluble. No matter how hard he worked, he estimated that it would be six months minimum before he had acquired enough money to pay off Eddie. By that time Donna would probably be knocked up, or worse, maybe she'd be hooked on drugs or, even worse, like being with Eddie. He certainly had plenty of money and could take her places that Brad couldn't afford.

He got up and went to the fridge. He glanced at the counter, and took a double-take. Sitting on his counter was a videotape. How had that got there? He thought. Come to think of it how had they got into his apartment so easily the other night. He carried it over to his VCR and popped it in and turned on the TV. At first just snow appeared and then the image of a room appeared. The camera panned across the room to a girl who was standing with her back to the camera. The girl bent down and flipped up the back of her skirt revealing lustrous white panties. Her hand reached through her legs and stroked slowly along the crease her pursed labia made in the crotch.

For some minutes her hand stroked her crotch, finally pulling it to one side to reveal the fleecy slit within. Now her fingers parted the slit and began to rub along the crease, unveiling her clitoris and rolling it under fingers licentiously. The film jumped and now the girl's panties were around her ankles and her finger and sometimes two were penetrating and enlarging the entrance to her vagina, which now looked moist and swollen. Frame jump ... the girl had a vibrator that she was rubbing across her vulva and teasing the entrance to her vagina. Brad knew that the video must be from Eddie, warning him what would happen to Donna if he didn't pay up. Jump ... Now the girl was lying on her back and the vibrator was slowly entering her cunt. At last it was completely in and the girl rotated it in the tight hole, pulled it out about five inches and then plunged it back in. A hand, obviously male, reached forward and played with her ass hole, stroking it until it slowly dilated. The girl made mewling noises as though she were reluctant to have his fingers in this spot, but his other hand slapped her bottom and the whimpering stopped abruptly.

"That's enough of that." Eddie said. "You don't have a vote in what happens down here. If I want to diddle your A-hole, I'll diddle your A-hole."

At this point the vibrator achieved it's dirty deed and the girl wriggled her hips and moaned as orgasm swept her. The man's forefinger continuing to play with her bottom hole slowly sank into her. Jump ...

"Now it's time to get rid of some of this hair." Brad heard Eddie say as he started to lather the area of the girl's labia. "Guy's like to see what they're getting into."

Quickly he shaved the hair from around her vulva, leaving the hair on her pubis. When he wiped her off her wrinkled furrow was as hairless as a baby's bum and her Brad was surprised to see how dark the edges of her pouting labia were.

"And now." Eddie said as he climbed onto the girl. "The finale."

And then Brad knew. He wasn't being warned he was watching Donna being initiated into a life of prostitution. No warning, this was a display of possession and now Eddie was sticking his cock into Donna and fucking her deliriously.

"This is for you Brad." He said turning to look over his shoulder. "She's a great fuck and this is the third time we've done it today. And she'll cum again before she goes home. Right lover?"

And with that he ejaculated into her.

Eddie stood up, whispered to Donna and moved away. The camera zoomed in between Donna's legs to show Donna's hands parting the lips of her sex to expose the creamy white accumulation of semen in her vagina. Eddie came and sat beside her and took over jurisdiction of her sex. He parted her pussy lips and said.

"Check out her stiff pink clit and well oiled slot. Today was a historic day for Donna. She didn't want to fuck in the men's washroom at school but I had her naked ass on the floor. And guess what? This was the first time she came twice while I fucked her. She was scared that someone would come in, but it seemed to add to her horniness because she came really quickly and then she came again. I love getting them when they're fresh, they are so easy. But you know what's really great, she did her first trick. Your friend Randy came in while I was just finishing her off the second time. And at the discount rate of ten bucks I let him fuck her too. But don't worry I'll apply the buck against your tab."

As he talked he went on caressing her clitoris.

"Watch how she reacts to my tender care. Can you see how her legs are starting to stiffen. Even though she came just minutes ago she's ready to cum again. That's right Donna push your clit against my fingers. You really want it now don't you. Come on slut. That's it."

Donna groaned audibly and Brad watched her legs quiver and her pussy contract and expand as it expelled some of Eddie's sperm. Eddie turned to the camera again and said.

"I hear you have a job. I'm expecting some payback soon, although Donna's already earned you $175.00. At $50 a lay you can easily work out how many paying cocks she's had up her in only two weeks. Of course, I can't resist a fresh cunt so you can add on a few freebies for friends. She's really getting to like being filled with sperm, but she's going to have to work a lot more to make a dent in your debt. Don't be late. She might not want you back soon. She's becoming quite partial to long, thick cocks rammed up her cunt."

The picture went black and Brad slumped back. It was worse than he thought. He moved to turn off the video and the picture jumped back onto his screen. This time Donna was kneeling beside a bed and Eddie was behind her fucking her from behind.

"Get a good picture of this Bart and maybe I'll let you have some of this tail. Boy you really got her warmed up I can feel her cunt hanging onto my cock. Oh yes, come on honey."

Brad watched as Eddie increased his tempo and Bart moved the camera to her face, where Brad could see Donna bite back her passion as she reached her climax. Brad then watched as Eddie and his five friends successively fucked Donna. By the time they abandoned her they had each fucked her twice and Brad had witnessed Donna climax four times. The screen went black again.

Brad left it on just in case there were other segments that Eddie had forgotten to erase. He was feeling angry and powerless, should he call the police? No, If he did that Eddie would probably have her shipped out of town and sold her to some pimp cross country and then he'd never find her again. The phone rang.

"Hello? Oh hello Mrs Canby."

"Hello Brad," said Mrs Canby "I was wondering whether Donna was still there? She said she was going to see you for a while this evening."

"Uh no she isn't here." Brad stammered, not knowing what to say. In fact, he hadn't even talked to Donna in two weeks.

"No? You mean she hasn't been there."

Brad recovered. He was going to have to offer something credible or Donna was going to get into deep trouble and he would probably never see her again.

"Well she was here briefly but she left some time ago. I think she said she had a project to work on with one of her girlfriends."

"Oh. So when am I going to see you. Donna couldn't stop talking about you for the last few months. But she's been pretty quiet about you for the past two weeks. There's nothing gone wrong between you has it?"

Oh God, thought Brad.

"Well we haven't seen each other that much in the last two weeks, but we're still good friends".

"I hope." He sub vocalized.

"Oh." Mrs Canby said pointedly. "She seems to go out every night and come home late. I never asked her where because I thought she was with you."

"I guess it's her project I think she's been working pretty hard on it."

"Yes, I guess so. Well I'll just have to talk with her when she gets home. I'm getting worried about her, she seems so ... withdrawn. Anyway I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

"You didn't disturb me. I'll see what I can find out."

"Thanks Brad, although we haven't met, you seem like a good boy. Thank's for being her friend."

Mrs Canby rang off.

Brad had seen Mrs Canby at school she was about 39 years old and Brad could see where Donna's looks had come from. Donna was an only child and after the untimely death of her father was brought up solely by her mother. She had done a good job with Donna.

The TV was beginning to show color streaks again. Little by little the picture became clearer. Again Brad could see Donna, however, this time he was shocked to see that she was in his apartment kneeling on floor with Sam's cock in her mouth. Eddie was talking as she sucked.


Never a Lender or Borrower...



"Listen Bill she's only just been popped." Eddie walked over to her and stuck his hand between her legs and squeezed her pubis.

"Look at this. Pink cum. What does that suggest to you. Right? She was a fucking virgin until I popped her cherry not ten minutes ago. Now you're going to suck her off until she cums and then I'm going to fuck her again and then you and the guys can fuck her too. But I want good pictures, so that if she thinks of telling, we'll make sure everyone in the school see's them. Ok, get between her legs. And Bart, let's get some stills and video of her cumming. For the next fifteen minutes Donna was manhandled around so that they could get the best shots of her being licked by Bill.

"How does she taste Bill."

"She tastes bloody good. Especially bloody. I love them when they're fresh like this. Her smell just makes me hard. As soon as she cums I'm going to fuck her."

"No you're not I'm going to fuck her first. You can have sloppy thirds. Wait a sec I think she's cumming. Let me squeeze her tits while she cums. Oh yeah, she's really rocking and rolling. Keep her going Billy. Geez, look at her nips. They're just as hard as acorns. Quick Sam, while she's cumming stick your fingers up her cunt. How is she?"

"She's slicker than a hog in mud Eddie. Better stick her now while she's still cumming. Oh shit, look at the pink. She's really fresh."

At this juncture Eddie lay on Donna and began to fuck her fiercely. Drawing sharp cries of pain and passion from the girl. The tape ended with flurry of snow and white noise. Brad lay back his head trying to puzzle through his courses of action but soon fell asleep.

Brad woke to the sound of the phone. The clock radio on the counter showed it to be 1:30 am. Brad dragged himself to the phone and mumbled.

"Hello?"

Someone was breathing into the phone but didn't speak.

"Hello?" Brad asked again. He hesitated hanging up because he sensed that he shouldn't.

"If you don't speak I will have to hang up."

"Brad?" A timid voice said.

"Yes?" He answered. He could hear quiet sobs on the other end of the line.

"Brad, it's me, Donna."

Brad's heart surged and then sank almost immediately. All he could say was.

"Donna?"

"Yes. I had to call." She sobbed. "Mum talked to me. She said you had confirmed that I had been there and that you said I was doing a project with a girlfriend."

"I'm sorry Donna. I didn't know what to say."

"It's ok. I just wanted to thank you."

"How are you?"

"Scared. He always wants me to have sex. He's crazy. I wanted to call you but he said if he found out he would kill you and then me and maybe even my Mom. He'd do it too."

"Yeah, I found a videotape in my apartment a few days ago."

"What? Oh no, was it me?"

"Yes."

"What happened. Was he, you know, with me?"

"Yes. He shaved you."

"Oh my god. I feel so indecent. You must hate me."

"I don't hate you Donna. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be in this predicament."

"He found out I was on the pill and told me I had to stop taking it." She blurted out.

"How would he know?"

"He found them in my purse. He says if I'm not pregnant in two weeks he'll know I'm lying and he'll get me hooked on crack. Then I'll do whatever he wants forever."

"I'm going to pay him $200.00 tomorrow. That should bring me down to $1,200.00, but it's still gonna take me 5 or 6 weeks to get the rest together. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm already hurt Brad and you can't help me anymore." She said somewhat cruelly.

Donna hung up abruptly.

__________

Eddie had told Brad at recess that he wanted to see him in the men's locker room at lunch time to collect his money. So here he was. He opened the door, then crouched behind some lockers when he heard voices. He sneaked a peek around the lockers. It was Eddie and he was talking to someone. Brad was just about to step out when Eddie said.

"Come over here. It's not as though you haven't been in here before."

Eddie reached forward, and pulled Donna into sight. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit and had clearly been practicing her number for the weekend game.

"You smell good when you're sweaty." Eddie said as he pulled up her skirt, kneeled in front of her and buried his nose against her panties.

"Please Eddie," she pleaded with him. "not in here again. Someone's going to catch us."

Eddie ignored her and pulled the crotch of her panties to release the swollen lips of her sex and began tonguing the expanding cleft.

"Come on Donna. You know you love it when I lick your dainty little clit. It adds a bit of spice when there's a danger of being caught. Unbutton your tunic and let me see your tits."

"No, Eddie I don't love it. Please don't make me do it here. You could do this after school as usual."

"You'll never get it will you Donna? You're just a fucking fuck toy. If I say fuck, you fall on your back spread your legs and say 'Oh Eddie, please fuck my sweet cunt'. Now lie down on this bench and get those tits out."

Donna lay on the bench, unfastened her cheerleading outfit, pulled down the front and unsnapped her bra. Eddie, meanwhile, removed her panties and busied himself between her legs.

"Now I want you to practice what I told you."

"Oh Eddie, not that. Please."

Eddie reached up and grasped one of her nipples and squeezed and twisted it.

"Oww. " Donna screamed. "Alright I'll do it."

"Ok, but say it like you mean it."

"Oh Eddie, lick my wet cunt. Stick your tongue in and make me cum. Oh yes, suck my clit. Oh, I love it when you stick your finger in me. Get your big cock out and fuck me. Make a woman of me. Oh yes, squirt your cum into my tight twat and let those little sperm make a mother out of me."

Eddie kept her at this erotic repartee while he thrust his cock deep into her unmistakably moist slick pussy. Brad was shocked when she finally heaved up her bottom and groaned as her cunt wriggled and fluttered around his cock, producing little raspberries as her orgasm took hold.

"Tell me about it Donna."

"Oh god I'm cumming. Stick your cock in harder and fill me with your cum. Oh yes, I can feel your hot spunk filling me. Soon I'll be your little knocked up whore. Ah, ah."

Eddie pulled out of the spreadeagled girl and imperiously sat on her chest, his trickling cock against her face.

"Suck it, you little whore. Get it right in there and lick it clean."

"I've got to go Eddie. I have a class."

"No you don't you've got a free period after lunch we've got another hour to kill yet."

The door from the gym opened and Coach Smith entered. He watched for several minutes while Donna sucked Eddie's cock. Finally Eddie said.

"Hi coach. Well, here she is. Ripe and ready for some jiggery-pokery, but mostly the pokery."

"Oh no." Blurted Donna.

"Oh yes Donna." Said Coach Smith as he walked over to the supine girl and began to stroke her naked sex. "You don't know how long I've wanted to get into this tight pussy. All the other cheerleaders one by one have given up their virginity, if they had one, to me. But you, oh no, you were too innocent to even realize I wanted to fuck you. But you don't look so innocent now. In fact you look utterly enticing with your shaved pussy lips parted that way. Eddie tells me you're almost fertile enough to breed. Perhaps I'll be the first to impregnate you. I hope so."

"People will find out, you'll lose your job."

"I don't think you'll be telling anyone Donna. Besides once they see all the pictures of you fucking people I'll just tell them you seduced me. Who's going to believe a cock-slut whore like you. Too bad I couldn't have been the one to break your cherry, but fresh cunt is fresh cunt."

By the time he had said all this he was lying on Donna, his thick cock pounding into her defenseless pussy. But he was too excited and in seconds unloaded his fecund semen deep into her.

"Oh that was so good. There's nothing better than a tight young cunt that's in training. Here's your fifty Eddie. Same time next week?"

"Sure. She'll still be working off her debt for some time yet."

Coach handed over his money and left.

"Well Donna, that was real good. I'm going to have to get my money into the pool soon otherwise I'll miss out."

"Eddie says that the contraceptive must be right out of your system by now. Soon we'll know for sure. Well I've got a bit of a surprise for you now. Come in boys, she's ready for you. Here's your award for a good performance on the weekend"

The door from the equipment room opened and four members of the football team entered. Doug, the quarterback, Jamal the starting running back, Steve and Joe. Doug was already naked from the waist down and his cock extended stiffly from his hairy crotch.

He didn't even pause to talk to her, but dropped onto the helpless girl and avidly rammed his cock into her. Like the coach he was too anxious and soon squirted his load into Donna's swollen pussy.

"Doug, Doug, you've got to learn to pace yourself." Said Eddie.

"I couldn't help it she's so hot and watching coach drill her like that had me so hot."

"Well, so who's next. Jamal? Now, I don't want to seem racist or anything but Donna here is almost ready to breed and though her mother might accept a little white baby a little black baby might be too much. So you get to be the first person other than Eddie of course to checkout her dainty derriere."

Donna struggled to rise.

"No Eddie, you promised ... you know"

"I promised what? Why don't you tell everyone."

"Please Eddie, don't ..."

"Tell them Donna. What was our deal?"

"I can't."

"Tell them Donna!" Eddie said more sternly.

"You told me you wouldn't ... uh ... make me do that if I used the vibrator."

"And where did I tell you that you had to put the vibrator?"

"Inside myself."

"Where Donna?"

"In my bottom."

"In your bottom." He said sarcastically. "Now where did you put it?"

"I put it in my ... ass."

"That's right Donna you stuck that dildo up your ass. In fact you've stuck it up your ass every night this week, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Anyway, I'm not going back on our agreement. I told you I wouldn't fuck you in the ass if you fucked yourself up the ass. Right?"

"Right."

"Well I'm not going to fuck you in your ass. Jamal is. Go on Jamal lick her bum. That really heats her up. Doug why don't you make yourself useful by sucking her tits or something. When you've finished licking her ass use this KY gel to lubricate her. I don't want her damaged."

Brad saw Jamal's already sizable cock swell as he crouched between Donna's knees and placed his mouth against her anus. He soon heard slurps that announced his vigorous technique. Eddie came over and whispered in Jamal's ear as a result of which, Jamal slid to one side, exposing Donna's glistening bottom hole to Brad's view. Then taking one finger, he pressed it slowly into the tight orifice. Donna gave a subdued cry as Jamal's finger penetrated entirely and began a slow circuit of the tight sphincter. He had poked it in and out of her for some minutes before Brad noticed that he was now employing two fingers. He leaned over her and began to lick her clitoris while his fingers pierced her tender bottom ever faster. Eddie came over and dribbled some KY onto Jamal's fingers, which was then administered to her expanded hole. At last, Jamal could wait no longer and, standing up, threaded his cock into her bottom to the staccato sounds of Donna's incoherent cries.

"Uh ... it hurts. No, no ... oh no. Please ... not there ... oh please."

Once Jamal was buried to the hilt in her, Eddie knelt to one side of her and licked and sucked her clitoris greedily and the only sounds that were heard for some minutes were the slap of Jamal's thighs against Donna, the loud slurps of Eddie's mouth against Donna's vulva and the periodic squawks from Donna that at first tortured, moderated to muted moans that communicated a sense of responsiveness that belied their anguish. Donna's labia expanded and contracted like a fish's mouth with each thrust into her bottom. Threads of clear semen oozed spasmodically from her dilated vagina until with muffled groans, her hips heaved and shuddered as Eddie's impassioned attentions conquered any reticence she might have entertained.

Jamal's face betrayed his orgasm as he thrust deep into Donna's ass. As soon as Jamal had withdrawn, Joe immediately engaged her cunt and humped her mercilessly until incredibly, Donna again climaxed with a series of raspy groans and then it was Steve's turn. Steve lay on the bench and told Donna to sit on his cock and fuck herself. Brad watched, shocked and disheartened as Donna bounced energetically up and down on Steve's cock. The small cries and expression on her face showed resignation to a future of sexploitation, as Steve's face registered fulfillment as his cum inundated her already overflowing cunt.

When Eddie finally pulled Donna off Steve he wasted no time in pulling her vaginal lips apart so that the trapped semen gushed out to create a pool on the floor.

"God you're messy, Donna. Well you'll just have to clean it up. We wouldn't want one of our star players to slide on your slippery cum."

Donna looked about for a towel or something to wipe up the offending pool.

"Get down on your knees Donna and lick it up. Make sure you get it all and I'll exercise your cunt while you work."

Eddie helped Donna to her knees and pushed her head toward the puddle as he pulled out his cock and rammed it into her from behind.

Brad watched heavy-hearted as the young girl lowered her head to the floor and began to lap up the mess while Eddie entertained himself with pussy. Later, he stood her up and said.

"Well look at the time. I thinks it's time for chemistry isn't it? You better get going."

Donna hurriedly threw on her cheerleader outfit and fled the room, tears running freely down her cheeks.

In minutes the football players were gone too and Eddie sat down on the bench that had so recently been the site of Donna's humiliation.

"So Brad, " Eddie said "I saw you hiding back there. She's really mastering her homework. She'll be a real fuck doll when you get her back. If, you get her back. I think she's beginning to warm up to me don't you think. You'll love the video I dropped off at your apartment. So what have you got for me?"

Brad came out from behind the lockers.

"I brought a $1,000.00."

"Good, real good. OK, you owed $1,400.00 at 10% a week and you've owed it for 4 weeks. So that's $2,050.00 minus $1,000.00 ... $1,050.00. Your slut has earned you $400.00. That's geez, 80 fucks in only four weeks ... 20 fucks per week. I guess that'll mean I've got her for another three or four weeks. If she works 4 hours a night she can fuck 12 guys a day, 80 guys a week. Maybe you could get her back in two weeks. No, I think I'll keep her to 20 a week. That way she'll be my fuck toy for at least another few months."

Brad lunged at him.

"Hey, hey. Touch me and I'll raise your debt. You may never get her back."

Brad backed away.

"So anyway as I was saying your slut, actually, my slut earned $400.00. But, I got to charge you training and expenses. So far I've put in 30 hours of training at the discount rate of $15 bucks per hour and I've spent $300.00 on vibrators, dildos and drugs for her. So you owe an extra $600.00. So let's see $2,050.00 plus $750, minus $1,000, minus $400 makes $1,536.00. By the end of next month you will owe me $1,690 + $600, $2440. If you pay me $1,000 and Donna earns $400, you'll owe me $1,040. The month after that you should be down to about $500 and the month after that she'll have cleared you a profit of $100. Yes, I can see I'll still be keeping Donna for quite a while yet."

Brad reddened with anger but he realized that Eddie could do bad things to Donna. Much worse than what he had done so far.

"What do you mean drugs?"

"Oh right now just mild ones you know, like ecstasy, a bit of coke. Works like a charm for opening her legs. Some stimulants to keep her up and some sedatives to bring her down when she gets all wound up. But give me grief and I could just as soon hook her on something that would make her really willing."

__________

Mrs Canby had called him a week ago to ask if he knew where Donna was staying. When he had replied that he did not she had burst out crying saying that Donna had left her a note saying she was going to stay at a friends for a few weeks and not to call her.

But, given what he had just witnessed Brad knew that Donna was now totally in Eddie's hands and he would have to find her. He knew that Eddie had her and he was going to find out where she was. He turned on his heel and started to leave.

"When can I expect some more?"

"Next week. I get paid Friday."

"Great I'll expect you then. I'll have Donna put on a show for you. Soon she'll put out for anyone, except you of course. You'll just have to get used to watching."

After school Brad ran his jobs around and arrived home at 9:00 PM. The answering machine was blinking it's light off.

"Beep"

"Hi Brad, it's Mrs Canby. I just wanted to apologize for my call last week. I was so worried. I just wish she had stayed with you. I know you were covering up for her. She sent me a note and wants me to meet with the guy she's staying with. I'm meeting him tonight. I'm sorry you broke up and that you had to cover for her. You're a good friend"

"Beep"

<breathing>

"Beep"

"Please Brad." The frightened voice whispered. "Help me, please."

"Oh God." Thought Brad "I feel so powerless. What can I do?"

"Beep"

"Aah, aah, ahh." The cries punctuated by rhythmic thumps told it's tale all too graphically.

"Hi Brad." Said Donna's voice. "He's ... huh ... fucking me ... huh ... while I speak." There was some whispering. "No Eddie. No." More whispering. "He's ...huh ... shooting ... huh ... his load into me. Oh yes Eddie, ... uh uh uh ... fuck my tender ... uh ... little slit and ... uh ... make me cum ... uh ... fill me up ... with your sperm."

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeep." The dial tone blared.

"Beep"

"Brad, I'm sorry he made me do it. I've only got a second I want ... Beeeeeeep." Donna's voice cut out.

Brad sat down exhausted. Three messages and he was shot.

He walked over and slumped onto the couch and clicked the TV remote. The picture was snowy as though the VCR was on. He pressed play and a picture appeared on the screen. Donna was sitting on a couch in a white room. She was wearing a gray gingham dress, a gray sweater, white ankle socks and buckle sandals. When the voice spoke, Brad was surprised because he had expected to hear Eddie's voice but this was a voice he had never heard before.

"Hi, what's your name?"

Donna looked at the camera.

"Donna."

"Donna. That's a nice name. How old are you Donna?"

"Eighteen."

"Eighteen? That's a good age. You're a really pretty girl Donna. Do you know that?"

"People have told me."

"Well you can take it from me, you are pretty. But, you know, one thing I've found? Even plain girls are pretty when they're young like you. Their skin is clean and smooth. Their muscles are firm and they are typically responsive and receptive to uncovering their intimate feelings. I really like your choice of clothes. You seem hot though. Take off your cardigan and make yourself more comfortable."

Donna blushed and then timidly unfastened her cardigan, removed it and lay it beside her on the couch.

"That's great, now I can see the shape of your body better. Your boyfriend tells me you like undressing yourself for strangers."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Oh. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Sort of."

"Does your boyfriend know that you're here?"

"No ... Well kind of."

"Does he like you screwing other guys?"

"I ... I don't think so."




Never a Lender or Borrower...



"Donna I want you to slowly unfasten the buttons on your dress and pull it open."

Donna unbuttoned her dress as directed and pulled it open to reveal her white bra.

"That's really nice Donna. Now pull down the top of your dress to the waist. Wow, that's nice. What size is your bra, Donna?"

"36C."

"And what do have inside them?"

Donna blushed again.

"My breasts."

"Is that what you call them Donna?"

"Yes."

"Well from now on Donna I want you to call them tits. That's what they are. What are they?"

"Uh ... tits."

"Good. They look like nice firm tits too. Pull one out and show it to me."

Donna levered one breast from her bra.

"Wow, that's nice Donna. I think you should take off your bra so that I can see them better."

The camera zoomed in on Donna as she removed her bra.

"Play with the nipples for me. Make them stand up. Yes, that's great. Slide your dress up so I can see your panties. Slip your hand inside them and stroke yourself. Are you wet."

"A little."

"Just pull the crotch aside so I can see your little pussy lips. Oh yes, they're swelling already. Take your panties off now and pull your little pussy lips apart."

Again the camera zoomed in on Donna this time on her parted vulva that showed a glistening of moisture.

"I love bald pussies, they're so clean. Did you shave yourself or did your friend shave you?"

"Eddie shaved me."

The man for the first time walked over to Donna and kneeling down to the side of her began to suck one of her breasts while his other hand stroked the cleft between her legs. His fingers sought out her clitoris and began to circle it slowly. Occasionally he would dip a finger within her vagina and withdraw it moistened with her vaginal juices and make her suck his finger.

"Do you like your flavor Donna. Your cunt is really getting wet isn't it. That's good," he said as again two fingers kneaded her raised clitoris, "lean back and enjoy the feeling. You are starting to feel your orgasm building aren't you? Oh yes, I can feel your legs stiffening. And this little clit is as hard as a rock. That's right Donna. Let it build. Oh I can feel you relaxing."

Now the man had two fingers entering her vagina as his thumb pressed her clitoris strongly. Then suddenly he stopped.

"Now Donna, play with yourself. Cum for me."

Donna reached down with her hands and as the man nibbled her breasts and throat as he prodded his fingers into her and parting her labia with one hand she rubbed her clitoris furiously with the other until with little grunts and thrusting thighs she climaxed.

The image merged into a new scene. Donna was pushing a vibrator into her cunt, while she sucked the man's cock.

"Now Donna I hear you've been practicing something new. I want you to show me."

Donna looked spaced out. Her expression like someone too drunk to know or care.

"Eddie promised I wouldn't have to."

"But, you want to show me don't you?"

"I don't know. He said I didn't have to."

The man reached his hand down and began to stroke Donna's ass.

"Let me see you do it Donna. I hear you can do it so well now. Remember how you did it yesterday."

"I didn't want to. They made me."

"How many of them were there?"

"Four."

"And you did it with them all?"

"Yes, but they forced me."

"I saw the video Donna. You looked like you sort of enjoyed it once you got going. I would like you to show me how you do it. Do it for me Donna and Eddie will give you one of his nice milkshakes afterwards. You like his milkshakes don't you?"

Donna nodded as she pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and began to rub it over her ass, until little by little it widen and she was able to press the shaft inside.

"Oh Donna you are good at it. That's right keep going while I fuck your cunt. Oh yes, that's good."

The man shoved his thick cock in and out of Donna while she impaled her ass on the vibrator. For minutes all that was heard was the harsh breathing until with tiny whimpers, Donna heaved her hips violently and the man ejaculated into her.

Eddie appeared with a glass in his hand.

"Well done Donna you deserve a special milkshake."

Donna reached out her hand but Eddie slapped it away.

"Don't be so pushy. You know what you have to do first."

"Please Eddie I need it."

"You know what to do."

Donna crawled over to Eddie and unfastened his pants and released his cock, which she began to work with her hand. Once it was hard, she turned away and raised her bottom. Eddie kneeled behind her and slowly, proficiently forced his cock into her tight ass hole. Not until he was finished did he give her the drink, which she drank greedily and then seemed to fall asleep. While she was in this comatose state Donna was posed and photographed, recurrently fucked by several men who gifted their sperm to her.

The image dissolved to a new scene. A more alert looking but altogether naked Donna was reclining against some pillows. Eddie spoke.

"So Donna this is your seven week anniversary. Now before you tell everyone your good news, I want you to stand up and turn sideways to the camera. That's good now stroke your belly. Is it a bit fatter perhaps? A little rounder and plump? Is it all the cum you've been swallowing or is it something more scandalous. Now tell them your news."

Donna looked disturbed but at last she spoke.

"My period is late. It should have started eight or nine days ago."

"Well Donna I have brought a pregnancy test so we can find out whether your growing tummy is caused by eating too much cum or by sucking too much of it into your cunt. Just shuffle to the edge of the bed and pee on this stick."

"The cup's too small. It'll overflow."

"Well you better not let it then. Come along now."

Donna sat on the edge of the bed and Eddie placed the cup between her thighs. Then with a rapid gurgle, Donna peed into the cup. Some ran over the top but she was able to prevent the worst of it.

"Now all we need to do is wait. But, while we're waiting we can fuck. Oh yes, you're really getting quite a flair for spreading those legs apart."

Donna scooted back until her back was against the pillows, held her legs wide open so that her labia split open and waited submissively until Eddie shucked off his pants and plunged his cock into her bulging sex. For the next five minutes all Brad could see and hear was Eddie's cock furiously ravishing Donna's vagina and the slap of their stomachs as they collided together with each thrust. As Eddie withdrew, Brad observed the trickle of semen that flowed from her distended slit.

"Time to check the stick now." He said gleefully as he picked up the tester from the night table. Donna tried to crawl over to see, but Eddie pushed her back roughly.

"Now let me read the instructions. Holding the test stick by the grip with the tip pointing downward and the result window facing away from your body, place the tip in your urine stream for 5 seconds only. I think we did that part OK. Lay the stick on a flat surface with the result window facing up. That seems not too tough. You may soon see a pink color moving across the result window to indicate the test is working. Well I can't say whether it did that or not because you were too busy fucking me and I didn't get a chance to check. If there is a pink line the test is negative and you may not be pregnant. Wait four more days before retesting. If there are two pink lines, congratulations, you are pregnant. Well Donna are you ready to find out the result."

He changed his voice to sound like a presenter at an awards show and said.

"And the number of pink lines is ... wait ... for ... it ... envelope please ... the number of lines is ....... two. Congratulations Miss Donna, you are, up the spout, one in the oven, pregnant."

Donna sat up, tears streaming down her cheeks and said.

"No, no, no. Please no." Over and over as though it were a mantra. As if by saying it, that would make it true. Eddie held the testing rod up as the camera zoomed in on it, showing it to have two pink lines. Brad's heart sank to his shoes as Eddie continued his tormenting rhetoric as he gave the rod to Donna who just looked at it, disbelieving its message.

"What did you expect, you little whore." He said to Donna. "You've had unprotected sex over 120 times in the past six weeks and you must know the dangers of unsafe sex. God knows they gave us all those sex-ed classes in high-school. Unprotected fucking leads to a fat belly and in nine months this little cunt will be stretched even more than it was by Dan's cock. Remember Dan? Boy did he have you turned on and don't deny it, I could tell you liked it. Hey, give me that stick thingy. I wonder if it will change color if I stick it up your cunt. Now you leave it in there for a while and come over here and suck my cock."

The video showed her sucking Eddie's cock while he pushed the testing rod in and out of first her vagina and finally her bum. Brad watched the snow and listened to the white noise for several minutes before he turned off the video and decided that this had gone far enough, fear or no fear he had to do something.

Donna had not been seen at school for the past two weeks and no-one seemed to know where she was. Brad felt sure she was being held captive somewhere by Eddie but he had watched Eddie's apartment for two nights and seen neither hide nor hair of him. He was obviously not staying there right now. That left an awful lot of city to cover. Brad had finally collected the rest of his debt but now he couldn't find Eddie. And he knew why. Eddie was trying to establish, or perhaps already had established his control over Donna through sex, drugs, guilt and fear. Or perhaps he was trying to accumulate more costs he could add to the bill. It was time to act.

He changed into his black leathers and marched out to his bike. With a screech he wheeled out of the alley and out onto the street. For a while he just rode around, but then decided to check out Eddie's pad again. In minutes he was pulling up outside. The apartment was dark as Brad pulled up behind the building and parked his bike. Brad grabbed for the fire escape and climbed up to the third floor which he knew was where Eddie's apartment was. A quick peek through a couple of windows told him which one led into Eddie's apartment and he was lucky enough to find it open, although he had been prepared to break it if it was locked.

He slid the window up and slipped inside. He clicked on his flashlight and shone it around. The place was a mess. Papers were scattered over the coffee table. Dirty dishes littered every available surface. Brad stepped into the kitchen and had his first shock. Like a mockery of family life, the fridge was covered with pictures. But, unlike the children's drawings of children or photographs of children, these were photographs of Donna in every humiliating stage of her persecution and ultimate surrender.

More telling however, was that Eddie was obviously not keeping Donna here. A bang in the corridor spooked Brad and he looked for somewhere to hide in case this was Eddie. Looking around quickly he realized that the balcony was the only safe place. He climbed out the window again and, leaving the window partially open he crouched down. The apartment door banged open and Joe and Sam stomped in.

"Jesus, what a night." Said Joe. "I thought those guys would never leave. Come on Sam. Help with his case."

"What's Eddie gonna do. I heard the kid was gonna pay him off."

"Come on Sam you must be joking if you think Eddie is going to give her up. Maybe when she's all used up or so strung out on drugs he can't trust her anymore. Why do you think she's not here?"

Look at these pictures Sam. Remember when she went berserk that first time when I fucked her ass. Called Eddie every swear word she could think of. 'You promised me you wouldn't do that' she said. 'Yeah but I didn't say Joe wouldn't do it. Just you push up that ass you whore and be buggered like a woman. 'Course she doesn't put as much of a fight now does she? Just rolls onto her belly and lifts her tail."

"Yeah, but I thought it was better when she struggled more and she was so tight it made your cock tingle. Now she's just like any other whore."

"Well no point worrying about it now. We'd better get back. Got some interesting customers today."

The door banged shut and the two men left. Brad knew what he had to do. By the time the two abductors drove by in a new Honda Accord, he was sitting on his bike at the end of the alley. He pulled out behind them and keeping two cars between him and them, followed them.

For twenty minutes he was led across town until the Honda ran a red light and Brad was left stranded. He strained his eyes watching them drive away, but thought he saw them turn left onto Orchard but wasn't sure until he finally got there and speeded down it. Nothing. He drove up and down Orchard several times hoping to catch sight of the metallic blue car. But, they were gone.

Brad was mad with himself. He should have just blasted through the intersection. But, his hunch was that if he had they had noticed him they would have taken off, and the effect would have been the same, or worse. He stopped at the corner of Session and decided to go and have a burger at a fast-food place he could see. He pulled into the lot and parked around the back and walked to the door.

He nearly had heart-failure when he looked inside and saw Eddie sitting in a booth, talking to the high school football coach. He ducked back away from the door almost knocking a guy over who was entering behind him.

"Sorry man," he said, "just realized my money's in my car."

The man just grunted and went inside. Brad got back on his bike and waited for Eddie to leave. As Eddie and the coach pulled out of the lot, Brad was again close behind. As it turned out he didn't have far to go. Eddie pulled up in front of a clean low rise building and escorted the coach inside. Brad gave them a couple of minutes and then followed. Inside he found the building had a security door.

He looked at the mail boxes. No Eddie James. He examined the names. F. Grainger, probably not. S. Willy, maybe some play on words. Would he keep his own initials. No-one with the initials E. J. What about Donna's name Donna Canby. No such luck. A. Horse, C. Shaftesbury & T. Knight, W. Simpson, H. Harder. If you thought about it, all these names could be him. Horse, a play on whores. Harder, a play on hard. Wait a minute, C. Shaftesbury & T Knight. If you removed the & what do you get? See shafts bury tonight. Was he right or was he just grasping at straws? Only one way to tell. He pressed the buzzer. A fuzzy voice answered. Joe? Brad roughened his voice.

"Hi Jack, is Amanda there?"

"Amanda's not here and this ain't Jack, but when I said 'open wide' she sure didn't open her mouth." Joe answered and chuckled coarsely.

That was all he needed. Brad knew for certain that this was the right place, Apartment 6. He stood there exhilarated. The intercom crackled and Brad heard Joe say.

"Hi coach, here she is. See you in half an hour. Joe had not turned off the intercom properly and it was broadcasting everything that happened in apartment 6. The door banged and coach Smith started to talk.

"So Donna, I hear you've got a bun in the oven at last. I sensed that was true last week when you opened up this hot little oven for my cock. You were so wet and it was so thick and slippery. Just like today. Oh yes, you can't stand it when I play with your clit can you? Don't wriggle around so much. I want to stick my finger up your hot twat."

Brad could just make out the faint protest from Donna.

"Ah Donna, it's much too late to object now. Given the number of cocks you've milked in here I'm surprised you're still so reticent about sharing it with me. Perhaps I'll have to discipline you again."

At this, Brad heard Donna beg him not to tell Eddie and that she'd be good.

"Play with yourself Donna. Make yourself cum for me and perhaps I'll be quiet. Oh yes, you can really make those fingers move. Stick your finger inside while you're masturbating. Now stick two fingers in. That's enough, I can't wait. Oh, oh, oh. Oh that's so good."

Brad decided he could spoil coach's fun and began to hit the buzzer. Brad heard the coach say.

"What the hell? What is that?"

The intercom crackled and an annoyed Joe said.

"Who is it?"

Brad coughed and in a gruff voice said.

"Hi, is Amanda there?"

"Listen buddy I like I told the last guy she isn't here and if she was she wouldn't want to talk to you 'cause she'd lying on her back humping my brains out."

The intercom clicked but again it was not disconnected. Brad realized that it must be broken or something. He could hear coach arguing about having his concentration interrupted and that he'd be back tomorrow and he better not have to pay anything. Brad ducked out of the vestibule and hid around the corner. After a few minutes he saw the coach storm out of the building followed a few minutes later by Eddie.

Brad knew he was going to need an excuse for getting into the building and then he saw it. On the lawn, a sign advertised a vacancy. He buzzed the building superintendent who came down and let him in.

The apartment for let was located on the third floor, apartment 10. On their way past the second floor he saw the door to apartment 6. After the superintendent had showed him the apartment which was much better than his own Brad asked whether there were any apartments to let on the second floor, as he didn't like to live too high up. The superintendent grunted and said he wished there were but they would be unlikely to move.

"Oh," said Brad "bad tenants?"

"Well I don't know they just give me a bad feeling. What with all the comings and goings. Guys appearing and leaving at all hours. Actually this apartment is right over top of them. They must have parties every night with the number of people who come in and leave late."

"How many people visit?"

"Well, the other night I counted ten. But it beats me what they do in there. They don't play loud music or anything, but it just doesn't feel right. I tried to get in to check out the place one day but some big guy told me they weren't having any problems but to give them a 24 hour warning if I needed to get in. Well that's what their lease says so I had to let it go for that day. So I told them one day I needed to get in the next day. The apartment was virtually empty, but it was weird. There are always lots of people, but hardly any furniture, just a big bed in the bedroom, a couch, a table, a couple of chairs. And the place smelled odd. Not musty as much as musky, as though they had animals or don't wash very well. You know the smell you get in locker-rooms at the rink or at a swimming pool. But I know they don't have any animals so I can only guess they don't wash too well."

"So they have lots of girlfriends in and stuff."

"No, that's odd too. Only guys visit. Maybe they're faggots or something or making drug deals but that smell wasn't drugs it was familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Not that I have anything against people like that you know."

"Like what?"

"You know, gays."

"So they're all guys live there?"

"Yeah, never seen a girl visit once."

"Well I like the place. What is the construction like here. Is it concrete block?"

"It's concrete walls and wood floors so sound travels up and down but not sideways."

"I'd really like to see how it is living here but I'm unsure about, you know the weirdo's. Could I rent say for a month, or till the end of the month and see what I think?"

"Well, I can't rent it till the beginning of next month, so I could give you a few days cheap in it to see if you like it. As you can see it's partially furnished. If you could tell me by the end of the month?"