3 comments/ 135460 views/ 11 favorites Pay First By: Margin Walker I turn up the stereo to drown out the sounds of Russell fucking that fat bitch Rhonda in his bedroom. Even with the bedroom door closed I can hear that bitch screaming. I turn to the kid sitting at the kitchen table, thinking that she shouldn't be hearing that shit. But what the fuck can I do? The kid's only eight. She don't understand what the fuck is going on. "How's it going, baby girl?" I ask her and sit down in the chair beside her. She shrugs. She don't say much. "Whatcha drawin'?" I ask her, looking at the yellow paper on the table with some lines and scribbles drawn across it. "School," she says, not looking up at me, just staring at her paper, working on it slowly with a crayon. "Looks good," I tell her. I reach out and pluck one of her little braids. She grabs it and turns to me with a big scowl. "Daddy!" she says. "What?" I ask her, all innocent. "I'm trying to color." "I noticed." I pluck the braid again. This time she swats at my hand, but has a big grin on her face. "I'm going to color you if you don't stop, daddy," she says, turning to me with that big grin and a crayon grasped in her hand, sounding older than she really is. I hold my hands up, surrendering. "All right, you win, baby girl. I already got enough color." She laughs and jabs at me playfully with the crayon. I stand up from the chair and pat her on the shoulder to let her get back to her drawing. I guess she ain't hearing them fucking in that room. Living here I guess you get used to tuning out what you don't want to hear. I walk over to the television to watch it even if I can't hear it over the stereo. That fat bitch Rhonda came over earlier to get her fix, but didn't have any money. She never has any money. I told her to go sell it on the street, earn some fucking money. Only I didn't say fucking because the kid was in the room. She said she did but the guy didn't pay and she couldn't go back out until she had her fix. She'd pay me back. I believe that I told her. What do I look like? I look like I'm a bank? I don't give loans. Money up front. She popped out one of her big old saggy titties with stretch marks down the side and said she'd do me right. I told her doing her could only be wrong and to put her titty back in her shirt. My kid was with me today. She stuffed it back in and looked at Russell. Russell's soft and she played up to him, telling her troubles, saying the guy hit her, everybody treats her like shit, and don't give her nothing. Russell gave in and said he'd pay for her hit if she'd do him. He's a sick bastard. He'll fuck anything with a hole. So shit what was I going to do? He paid me and I shot her up. Now he's fucking her in his room. Probably going to catch the AIDS because both of them are too fucking stupid to use a condom. I flip the channel to some shitty talk show, skanky ass white hoes on stage with their shirts off, bellies hanging to their crotch, arguing over some redneck fuck with no job. I turn it up, figuring at least all of the cursing is beeped out. And maybe there will be some hot chick in the audience flash her titties later, even if they are censored out. I sit down as I hear the bed squeaking quickly and stop as I assume Russell is shooting his load inside of that fat bitch. Then, I hear a knocking on the front door. I jump back off of the couch and think about picking my gun out of the cushions on the couch, but decide not to. The knock was pretty soft so couldn't be the police. The cops pound on the door like they're going to break through it. Same goes for somebody trying to rob you. I walk over to the door and open up the small window with the bars across it I made in the door that allows me to see who it is and make a deal without having to open the door. I look out and see a skinny white boy I've sold to from time to time. I can't remember his name. Benny or Billy or something like that. "Whatcha want?" I ask him, peering at him, giving him a look. "Hey, man," he says, trying to look cool, giving a pose, trying to sound street, standing there in his khaki pants and button down shirt. "Hey, I was just in the neighborhood. Thought I'd see what's going on." "You just in the neighborhood, huh? Whatcha hangin' out in this neighborhood for? Tired of the golf courses?" "Naw, man," he says, putting a big grin on his face, shaking his head. "I was thinking you might have something I was looking for." I know what he wants but I just like giving him a hard time. Actually I like the boy, but I figure the attitude is part of what he's buying, making him feel like he's really hanging out in the ghetto, the rich white boy jiving with the brothers in the projects. And I'll give the guy credit for coming here. Most people like him don't even know this place exists and would shit their pants if they came here. I nod at him and close the little window. I pop the locks, slide back the chains and open the door for him. He steps through, nodding at me, and then I see the girl walking in behind him. I hadn't seen her, assuming he was alone. That ain't good. I need to pay more attention. But then I notice the girl is a hot piece of ass. She's got daddy's rich little girl written all over. Long, blonde hair. Nice skin. A tight sweater showing some nice size titties. And a pair of pants that are tight enough to show a nice round ass and some long legs. "Hi," she says as she walks through the door. "Hey, girl. What's your name?" I ask her and shut the door. She turns back to me. "I'm Madison," she says. "Hey, Madison. I'm Raji." I hold out my hand, trying to be formal, show this little, white girl that even in the projects we can have a bit of class. She doesn't hesitate, takes my hand, shakes it, and it's a good shake, not a weak little girl shake. I let her hand go and turn around to lock the door again. "How's it going, Raji?" the guy says. "Doing good. But what brings you and your girlfriend here today, Billy-boy?" I say and sit back on the couch. "Um, my name's Kenneth, Raji." "Whatever, Kenny," I say, shaking my hand at him, but looking at the girl that came in with him, noticing how the sweater doesn't quite reach the top of her pants and her stomach looks nice and tight. "Why don't you sit down, girl," I say to her and pat the cushion beside me. She smiles and walks right over to sit beside me. "Thanks," she says and crosses one leg over the other. I notice she's wearing these nice sandals, her toenails painted red, one toe with a ring on it. Kenny sits down on the chair across from me, nervous, fidgeting with his hands. "So whatcha doin' with a guy like Kenny here?" I ask Madison, noticing the wide open neck on her sweater and the strap of her white bra on her shoulder. "We go to the same college, man," Kenny says. I don't look at him. I keep looking at her and she's looking back at me now, her eyes blue, confident. "You go to that ivy league school with him?" I ask her. "Yep," she says. "We have Accounting Management together." "And Business Math," he says. "Bunch of bullshit." "Hey," I yell, turning to look at him. "Watch your mouth. I got my kid here." I point my thumb back at my daughter sitting at the table behind me. "Oh, I'm sorry," Kenny says, raising his hand to his mouth. "Hey, what are you drawing there?" Madison says, draping her arm over the top of the couch as she turns to look at Inessa. Inessa holds up her drawing for a second and then puts it back down to keep drawing. "It's her school," I say, looking at Madison's bare stomach with her sweater pulled up higher as she's twisted around to look behind her. "It's really good," she says and smiles. "Hey, um, Raji. Is it all right to talk in here?" Kenny says. "About business." "Sure, man," I say, looking back at him. "Just don't cuss." "She's really cute," Madison says, looking at me now. "Yeah. She looks like her mother." "Like you in the eyes though," she says and smiles. I look back at her, wondering if this girl is coming on to me now. But why would this girl be coming on to me? "Hey, man," Kenny says and I look over at him. "I was wondering if you could hook me up. You know...with the usual stuff." "Sure, man. I've got your usual stuff," I tell him. "Same for you?" I ask Madison. "No. I don't do drugs," she says, sitting back on the couch now. "Then what do you do?" I ask her. "Whatever I want to," she says, staring back at me, almost challenging me, but letting it hang there, seeing what I'll say to that. "Yeah, she just came along...with me," Kenny says, but I don't pay attention to him. "Then what do you want to do?" I ask her, forcing myself to look back at her eyes and not look at her body. "I don't know," she says. "I'm usually up for anything." "Yeah. That's why she came with me, Raji," Kenny says. "She just wanted to see what you do. You know, see how it all works?" "This for a class project," I ask her. "Because I ain't comin' in for show'n tell." She smiles and drops her hand on my bare shoulder. I'm not wearing a shirt and she looks at my body before looking back up at my face. "No," she says. "Just my own curiosity." She slides her hand down my arm and then puts it back in her lap. "So..." Kenny says, trying to get my attention. "How about it man? You hook me up?" "Yeah," I say, still looking at Madison. "Yeah. I'll hook you up." I stand up, still watching her, flexing a bit, giving her a show, and turn around to walk to my bedroom. I come back with his usual and drop it on the coffee table. "There you go. You got the money," I say, standing over him. "That's the problem, Raji," he says, looking up at me, sinking back into the chair. "You see, my dad sent me my check for the month, but I spent it already. On this really cool stereo. And a bunch of CDs. So I'm a bit tight right now." "So what, you think you're gettin' this for free?" "No, man. I just thought I could pay you next month. I mean I'll be back. You know that. And my dad will send another check..." "No way. You know I don't work like that. Pay up front." "Well..." he says and glances away from me and over to Madison. I look over at her and she's looking at me, giving me that look again, making like she's got something I want. And she does. "Well what?" I say, looking back at Kenny, playing cool, wanting one of them to say it. "Well, man," he says, shifting in the chair nervously, his eyes looking at the baggie and then back up at me. "I was just thinking we could work something out." "Yeah, you pay me now. You get the stuff. That's how it works." I reach down to pick up the bag. "Hey, wait, man. I thought we could work out something else. I was thinking about a trade." I stand over him, holding the bag in my hand. "Whatcha got that I want?" I ask him, staring at him, pushing him to say it. "Well, how about..." He looks at her again and then back at me. "How about her?" I stare at him, grinning, seeing he's embarrassed by saying it and liking that. I turn to look at her and she stares back at me. "Whatcha think about that, baby?" I ask her. "You don't even do this stuff and he thinks you're gonna do me so he can get high?" "I told him I'd do it," she says, looking back at me, daring me now. "Whatcha wanta do that for? He that good a lay? That you wanta do me to make him happy?" "It's not for him," she says, letting it sit there, saying just a bit, trying to make me work for it. "You think you're worth this?" I ask her and drop the bag from one hand into the other, knowing she's worth it, knowing I'm going to do it, but wanting to play with her some more, show her she can't play with me like that. She just nods her head, says nothing. I like that. The girl's tough, or thinks she's tough. I look back at Kenny. "So what? You think I'd jump at the chance for a piece of white tail? That what you think?" I ask him, just wanting to make him edgy, give him a hard time. "No man. I just thought...you know..." he stops, not wanting to push it. "You a pimp now?" I ask him, moving the bag from one hand to the other, watching him watch the bag move back and forth. "No. I told you. I'm short this month. And Madison said she'd help me out." "Okay. I'll tell you what. Half of this for a lay with her," I say, looking down at him, and see him scrunch his face up like he's in pain. "I don't know, Raji. That's not enough to get me through..." "Take it or leave it, man," I tell him, grinning at him, intentionally not looking at Madison, dealing with Kenny like he's her pimp and she's just a slut, just a thing to be bought. "The whole thing, Raji," Madison says, her voice loud. I turn to see her standing up from the couch, her arms crossed under her chest, pushing her tits up even higher. "Hey, if I give this shit away for a piece of tail then how do I make money?" "Take it or leave it, Raji. We can go somewhere else. To someone who will take our deal." She stands there staring back at me, her hip stuck out to the side, sexy and confident, letting me know she means it. I can't make her out. Why would she do it? It doesn't seem right, seems like a scam, which means it probably is. "Tell you what. I got some friends stopping by later. You do them and me and we'll call it an even trade," I say, talking to her now, leaving Kenny out of it. "No deal," she says and starts walking past me. "Come on, Kenny. We can find someone else." I look at Kenny and he glances up at me. He gives me a weak grin and shrugs when he stands up. "What can I say, man? She's tough," he says as an apology. "I was just messing with you girl," I say as she reaches the door. "You don't have to go." She turns around to face me. "You got no patience. You used to always gettin' your way. Daddy just always gives what you want, don't he?" "My daddy fucked me," she said harshly, her hands on her hips. "Can't say as I blame him," I say, trying to sound cool, not letting it get to me, thinking no wonder she's so fucked up. "You'd fuck your daughter?" she says, her eyes moving to Inessa sitting at the kitchen table. I turn to see her staring back at us, the crayon in her hand hovering over the paper. "Watch the language or the deal is off," I say, turning back to Madison. "Whatever," she says and walks back over to me. "Should we do it out here or you want to go to the bedroom?" "Go to the bedroom, girl. We ain't doin' it in front of my girl. It's over there." I point to my bedroom, beside Russell's room. I turn to Kenny. "And you watch Inessa. I'm taking your stuff with me because I don't want you gettin' high and not watchin' her." "All right, man," he says and drops back into the chair. "Come on," I say to Madison and start walking to the bedroom. She follows me, steps past me as we enter the room, and I close the door behind us. When I turn around she's sitting on the bed, her arms behind her, leaning back slightly, her stomach showing between her sweater and pants, her legs crossed, her foot tapping like she's been waiting for me for hours. I drop the bag on the dresser and walk towards her. "I still don't understand you, girl," I tell her, stopping in front of her. "What's there to understand?" she says, her eyes getting softer, moving over my chest. "Why you want to offer it up so easy? Just for some skank for your boyfriend." "He's not my boyfriend," she says, and leans forward, her face directly in front of my crotch, looking up at me. "Then why?" I say, starting to not care. "Does it matter? Whatever the reason I'm here, right?" she says. I don't know what to say to that because it's true. Sometimes it's better to not worry about things and just enjoy what you got. But still it nags at me. Something's wrong. She leans forward, uncrossing her legs and letting them move apart as she reaches out to touch my zipper. I cross my arms over my chest and watch her pull down the zipper, feeling my dick starting to get hard. "You don't mind do you?" she says, looking up at me as she starts to push her hand through the zipper. "If we just get right to it. I'm not big on foreplay." "Do what you wanta do girl?" I tell her as I feel her hand moving through the opening in my boxers. She looks at my dick as her hand finally finds it and pulls it through the opening. "Wow," she says and looks up at me. "That's a big one." "The Black Anaconda, baby," I say to her. She slides her hand up and down it slowly, watching it get harder, rising up, getting thicker and longer as she strokes it. Then, she leans forward and opens her mouth to slide it between her lips. I watch her as she wraps her lips around it and starts moving her mouth up and down the head, her tongue licking underneath it. "There you go, baby," I say, watching that pretty white face sucking on my cock. I place my hands on her head and run my fingers through her blonde hair as she slides her mouth along my cock, moving it further into her mouth each time. I start moving my hips with her slowly, fucking her mouth, and she wraps her hands around my sides to feel my muscles flexing. "Oh, girl," I moan and hear her laugh softly, muffled around my cock. She slides her tongue down the length of it and looks up at me. "You like that, baby," she says, looking up at me, her lips wet. "Don't stop, yet. You're gettin' the hang of it. I'll bet you ain't used to a cock like this one." "Nope," she says, watching me, her lips hovering near the tip, her hand sliding up and down it, lubricated by her spit. She looks back down at it and slides her lips down the shaft, moving as much of it as she can into her mouth, pushing into her throat, making me groan as I pull her head forward further, her hands gripping my waist. My door is thrown open and crashes into the wall, making me jump, pulling my cock out of her mouth. "Fuckin' freeze!" Kenny yells and I turn to see him standing in the doorway with a gun pointed at me. "What the fuck took you so long," Madison yells and stands up from the bed, wiping her sleeve across her wet mouth. "What the fuck?!" I yell, stunned, feeling my cock go limp as I look down the barrel of Kenny's gun. "How long were you going to wait, asshole?" Madison yells and walks over to him. "Sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you had him distracted," he says, not looking at her, eyeing me, the gun shaking as he points it at me. "I had him distracted a long time ago. Shit, he almost came in my mouth. You think I want him coming in my mouth!" she yells and hits him on the shoulder. "Hey!" he yells, glancing at her quickly before turning back to me. "Asshole!" she yells and hits him again. "You two fuckin'..." I start, getting pissed off now. "Shut up!" Madison yells. "If he does anything just shoot him," she tells Kenny. "You gonna shoot me, Kenny?" I say to him, thinking about taking a step towards him, to see if he'd do it, thinking that he probably wouldn't, looking at the gun shaking in his hand, seeing he's scared. "Yeah," he says, his voice uncertain. "Where's your stuff, Raji?" Madison says, stepping towards me. "Where's your money and where's your stash?" "Fuck you!" I yell at her. "You wish, asshole," she says, and then looks down at my now soft cock hanging out of my pants. "What's wrong? Not in the mood anymore?" "You two shut up!" Kenny yells, the gun shaking wildly now, so that I'm worried he may shoot me accidentally. "Just tell us where your stuff is and we'll go!" I don't say anything, just stare at them while I put my cock back in my pants and zip up, wishing he'd put down the gun for a second so I could whip his ass. "Fuck him. I'll find it," Madison says and starts opening the drawers in my dresser, searching through each of them. Pay First "Don't move, man," Kenny says. "Why dontcha put that gun down, Kenny-boy," I say. "Your hand is shaking so much you're gonna get somebody hurt." "Don't worry about me. Just watch yourself," he says, trying to act tough, but not pulling it off, sounding like a guy who's gotten into something he doesn't want. "You're in over your head, Kenny," I tell him. "Shut up!" Madison yells, closing that bottom dresser drawer. "Just shoot him in the arm or something! Make him tell us!" Kenny moves the gun down, trying to aim at my crotch. "You do that and you both die, motherfuckers," I say. "No, you're the one that's going to die," Madison says, stepping beside Kenny, watching me, her eyes wide, excited. "Just shoot him, Kenny. Shoot him in the leg. He'll talk then." My body tenses up, waiting for the shot, thinking I should just tell them where the shit is, but not wanting to give in to them, not to these assholes. "Come on, Kenny. You need the money, don't you? You need the drugs. Just shoot him!" She says, urging him on, getting frustrated that nothing is happening. Russell steps through the open door, a wooden baseball bat lifted over his shoulder, and then swings hard as he clears the door, hitting Kenny in the shoulder, and I dive out of the way, waiting for the gun to fire, but it doesn't. I fall on the bed and watch Kenny drop the gun on the floor and stumble to the side, grasping at his shoulder, turning to look at Russell who hits him again in the chest, knocking him back against the closet door. "Fuck!" Madison yells, stumbling back away from Russell, looking huge, hefting the bat, getting ready to swing again. Madison drops to the ground, landing on her ass against the wall, her arms held in front of her. He swings at her, making her scream, and stops right before it hits her. "Sit still, bitch, or I'll brain you," Russell yells at her and pulls the bat back. I scramble off of the bed and pick up the gun. "What the fuck's going on here man?" Russell asks, stepping back and glancing at me. "Whatcha think's happenin'" I tell him, hefting the gun in my hand, feeling its weight. "Looks like you about to get capped," he says. He kicks Kenny whose lying curled in a ball on the floor. "They tryin' to rob me," I say and step beside Russell. I pat his shoulder. "Thanks, man." "No prob," he says, glancing over at me. "Whatchou wanta do with 'em?" "Hey, listen," Madison says, "Guys, look, we fucked up." She's pushing herself up, her back flat against the wall. "Damn right!" I yell at her and aim at the gun at her head. She cringes, closing her eyes. "Please..." "Fuck you!" I say, and want to pull the trigger. I want to so bad, cap the bitch for fucking with me. Show her she can't rob me. Show her she ain't got a thing on me. But I can't do it. I won't do it. She sits there cringing while I sight down on her, and even if she does deserve it, I won't do it. "Fuck!" I yell, frustrated. She looks up at me through her hands and I see it in her face. She knows it. She knows I'm not going to shoot her and she smiles, a bit of a fuck you smile, and I now I really want to. "What the fuck is goin' on?" Rhonda yells in a high-pitched voice. She's standing in the doorway, her shirt pulled down leaving her titties hanging out, her skirt barely covering her. "Nothing. Get outta here!" I yell at her and turn back around quickly, not wanting to take my eyes off the two assholes. "Fuck you. This ain't nothin'," she says and steps into the room. "You gonna kill 'em?" she asks, looking down at the two of them. "Only if they move," I say. "Well don't kill this one," she says and bends down over Kenny. She touches his shoulder and he cries out and tries to squirm away from her. He's scared. Russell laughs. He's always been a demented fuck. "Get outta the way before I shoot your ass," I tell her, even though the gun is still pointed at Madison. She's the one I don't trust. She's sitting curled up against the wall, staring back at me, that nasty grin on her lips and I want to smack it off. "You ain't gonna shoot me," Rhonda says, still staring down at Kenny. "You want a good time, baby?" she says to him. She grabs his head and pulls him against her chest, muffling his startled scream. "There you go, baby. You like that." Russell's laughing even harder. I'm getting edgy with the two of them acting like crazy fucks. "You like that white meat?" Russell says to her. "Sure. They always pay the best," she says and lets Kenny go to sink back against the closet door. "You got any money, baby?" She starts to pat him down. "Get off of him, Rhonda. Anything he's got is mine. The fucker tried to rob me!" I yell at her. "Okay," she says, pulling her hands away and holding them in the air. "Whatever you say, Raji." She stands up and turns around to me. "You've always been good to me, baby. Rhonda will always be good to you." She starts to walk over to me and I stop her. "Just get the fuck out of here. You got what you wanted." "Well, what are you gonna do with him?" she asks, looking back at Kenny. "You want him?" I ask her. "Sure," she says, eyeing him like a piece of meat. "That is if he can get it up. Can you get up, baby?" "Fuck..." Kenny whispers, looking really scared. "I thought you could," she says. "Take him into Russell's room then," I tell her, just wanting to be rid of her. "Just leave his pants here. His wallet's mine." "Whatever you want, Raji," she says. "Help me, Russell." Russell and Rhonda bend over Kenny and start pulling his pants off. "Get the fuck off me," Kenny yells, trying to squirm away, pushing their hands away from him. Russell stands up and raises the bat like he's about to hit a homerun with Kenny's head. "You want some of this, shithead!" he yells. "You want it!" Kenny screams and cringes. "Just you fuckin' fight me, asshole. I'd love to knock your head open." Kenny looks up at him, terrified, and doesn't move as Rhonda unbuckles his belt. "Oh baby," Rhonda murmurs. "We're gonna have a good time. You and me. You know you want to fuck me. You know it." She talks to him as she pulls his pants and shoes off. He glances down at her and up at Russell, too scared to say or do anything. She grabs his shirt and yanks him to his feet. "Come on, sugar. You and me gonna have a good time." She wraps his head in her beefy arm in a headlock and drags him out of the room. "You be nice, asshole!" Russell yells at him. "If you ain't, I'll come in and fuck you up!" I watch her drag Kenny off and can't help but smile. The boy ain't gonna know what to do. He's probably gonna get some disease. Serves the fucker right. "So what are you going to do with me, Raji?" Madison says, sitting nice and comfortable on the floor, too comfortable, too confident. "I should kill you," I tell her. "Yeah, just shoot her, man," Russell says. "Close the door," I tell him. "Inessa already heard too much. I don't want her to hear me shootin' this bitch." Russell smiles and closes the door with the tip of the bat. Madison watches the door close and turns back to me. "You're not going to shoot me, Raji. If you were you'd have done it already. You've already lost your nerve," she says, staring back at me, her hair hanging over her eyes. "What the fuck do you know?" I say to her. "Maybe I like to wait, watch 'em squirm, then shoot 'em." "Yeah, right," she says. "You see me squirming?" She pushes herself to her feet and leans back against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. "But I know what you want to do." She brushes the hair back from her face. "I know what you both want to do. You both want to fuck me." "I don't want to fuck some crazy, white bitch who tried to rob me," I say, knowing it's a lie. Yeah, I want to fuck her. She knows it and smiles at me. "Would that make us even?" she says. "You both fuck me and let me go. I'll fuck you really good. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before and you'll forget all about this." She starts walking towards me and I can't help but stare at her lips, her chest, her stomach. I lick my lips, feeling myself get hard, listening to her talk like that, and I want to fuck her. "Stop!" I yell at her and she stops right in front of me. "You crazy bitch!" I yell at her. I point the gun in the middle of her face. "You move, I shoot." "But, Raji..." she starts. "Shut the fuck up!" I yell at her and step forward to place the barrel against her forehead. Her eyes cross as she stares at it and the fear comes back in her eyes. "You're gonna stand there and shut up!" "Hey, man. That was sounding pretty good to me," Russell says. "You shut up too," I yell at him. "I know what I'm doing and I know what this bitch is doing. She's tryin' to get me. She wouldn't fuck us. We're just trash to her. She'd pretend and then she'd try to get the gun away from me and she'd shoot us both." "I wouldn't..." she starts. "Shut up!" I yell at her. "I know what I'm gonna do to you." I stare at her, wanting to see her think about it, staring back at me, wanting to know what I'm thinking. "Russell?" "Yeah, man," he says from behind me. "Cook one up," I tell him. "The good shit." "You wanna shoot up?" he asks. "Naw, man. This little honey is gettin' her first taste." "What?" he asks. But Madison knows. She stares back at me and there's the fear. She knows she's fucked. Watching that bitch lose it, watching her understand, watching it creep into her eyes, I can't help but smile at her, let her see my teeth. Let her know who's the fuckin' man here. "Raji..." she says, trying to pretend it's a joke, play it off. "Do it, Russell!" I yell at him. "Okay, man," he says. "Listen, Raji, you don't have to do this," she pleads with me, her eyes glancing to the side to watch Russell walk to my closet, opening it up. "Russell! Raji! Listen..." "Shut up!" I yell at her and think about hitting her with the gun just to get her to finally shut up. "Lay down on the fuckin' bed." She backs away, her eyes moving from me to Russell, and sits down on the side of the bed. "Look, Raji. I'm sorry. I fucked up." She holds her hands up in the air, trying to play innocent, just the poor little white girl who didn't know what she was doing. "It was Kenny's idea and I didn't like it. I didn't want to do it." Russell pulls my gear from the closet and sets it on the dresser. He starts cooking it up, knowing what he's doing. He shoots up a lot himself. He knows how to do it. "Russell. Come on, you guys. I mean... Look... I'll fuck you, okay," she says. She leans back and pulls herself up onto the bed. "No tricks. Okay?" She looks at me, pleading with me. I don't say anything. I let the silence hold. Let her hear it sizzling in the spoon. Let her watch Russell pulling it into the syringe. "Come on, guys," she says, her voice getting frantic. "I fuck much better when I'm not drugged. I'll ride you all night. Take both of your cocks. I'll fuck you both at the same time. I'll do anything." Russell walks over to me, holding the syringe in his hand. I watch him press the plunger, pushing the air out, a bit of brown liquid shoots from the top. "Give him your arm," I tell her. "Look. I'll pay you. What do you want? I've got a lot of money," she says. "On you?" I ask her. "No... But, look, we just need to go back to my apartment. I'll get my purse, go to the ATM. I can get out three hundred dollars." I shake my head. "Pull up your sleeve and hold out your arm." "Tomorrow... Tomorrow I can go into the bank and get you a couple thousand. I promise..." "Shut up. Pull up your sleeve and hold out your arm." "Come on guys. Wouldn't you rather have the money?" "Like I'm gonna trust you? Russell. Hit her with the bat. Knock the shit out of her and then we'll shoot her up." Russell nods and turns away to pick up his bat. "No. Russell. Okay," she stammers and starts rolling up her sleeve on her arm. "Just don't hit me with that fucking bat." "Give her the strap," I tell Russell. He tosses the strap to her. "Tie it around your upper arm." She looks back at me. She doesn't want to do it. I can see her mind churning, trying to figure a way out of it. But there isn't. I stare back at her and let her know that. She fucked with me and now I'm gonna fuck with her. "Do it or Russell will hit you with the bat." She scowls at me, an angry look, and I want to smack her. I want to see her afraid. She turns away and pulls the strap around her arm. "Tighter. So we can see the vein." She pulls it tighter and then looks back at me. "Got nothing to say now?" I ask her. "It doesn't matter. You're going to do what you want to do. Right? What I say doesn't mean shit to you," she says, staring back at me. I can't help but laugh. The girl has attitude. I like that. I almost hate to break her. "Spike her, man," I tell Russell. Russell moves over to her and grabs her wrist. She watches him as he holds the needle over her arm. "Is it clean?" she asks. "Yeah," he says. "Just pulled it out of its bag." She watches as the needle sticks into her vein, her face crinkles up a bit from the pain. Then, Russell pushes the plunger. "Fuck..." she whispers. Her eyes roll up into her head and Russell lets her fall back as he pulls the needle out. "Take the strap off her, man," I tell him. He pulls the strap off and sets everything back on the dresser. She lays on the bed, her back arched, her arms and legs stretched out, riding the wave. She's loving it. She might be hooked already. I might have me a new customer. "Now what?" Russell asks, looking at me. I set the gun on my dresser. It feels good to finally have my arm down. It was getting sore from aiming it for so long. "Now you go watch Inessa. She's been alone too long," I tell him. "What about her?" he says, pointing at Madison. "You'll get your turn," I tell him. "You'll just have to wait." "All right," he says. "Just don't fuck her up too much. I want something left for me." "Yeah, well, her pussy might be too stretched out for you, but I know you like the ass anyway." We both laugh. Russell picks up his bat and opens the door. "You better check on Rhonda too, man," I tell him. "Sure," he says and closes the door behind him. I turn around and see Madison lying on the bed, her body trembling, her chest rising with her deep breaths. I set the gun on the dresser and walk over to the bed. "How you feelin' baby?" I ask her. She doesn't respond, just lies there, her body shuddering. I climb onto the bed, straddling her body and crawl over her until I'm looking down into her face. Her eyes are wide open, her pupils dilated, staring through me. "Madison?" I say to her and grab her chin. "Look at me." Her eyes focus on me slowly. "It ain't so bad is it?" I ask her, smiling at her. Her only response is a moan and her body trembles under me again. I laugh to myself. "Well, it's gonna get even better," I tell her. I lean down and kiss her. Her lips are wet and parted. I kiss her deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She groans. I massage her breasts through her sweater and they feel large and firm. Her tongue touches my tongue, kissing me back down. "See, baby, doesn't that feel good?" I say, pulling away from her slightly. "Oh, God," she whispers. I kiss her again, our mouths open, tongues probing. I pull her sweater out of her pants, my hand sliding along her stomach and her breasts. I grab her breasts through the bra. Her back arches under my touch and I know she's enjoying it. She can barely move except to respond to my touches and kisses. I break the kiss, leaving her tongue dangling between her wet lips and move down her body. I pull her sweater off, turn her on to her side to unhook her bra, and pull it off. Her breasts are round and firm, the nipples hard and pink. I slide my hands over her breasts, feeling how hard her nipples are, and then kiss one, pulling the nipple between my lips, sucking her breast into my mouth. I can feel her body coming alive, getting hot, moaning deep in her chest. I'm getting hard in my pants and I want to fuck this girl bad, watch those titties bounce as I fuck her. I move off of her. I unbuckle her belt, open her pants, and pull them down her long legs. Her sandals fall off of her feet as I pull her pants off. I pull her clean white panties off, leaving her naked on my bed. I stare at her body, a creamy white, her stomach firm, rising with her breaths, the muscles in her thighs twitching, her public hair trimmed neat and blonde, as I pull my clothes off, moving quicker as I stare at her, until I'm naked. I climb onto the bed and between her legs, crouching between her thighs, sitting back on my feet. I slide my hand along her pussy and she's wet. "Yeah," I chuckle to myself. "See, you're enjoying this, baby. Knew you would. Ride it. It'll be the best time you ever had." I slide a finger into her and she's tight. She moans as I curl my finger up inside of her. I slide it out and push two fingers into her, stretching her out, working them in and out, and she raises her hips. I pull my fingers out of her and squirm closer to her. I lean forward and press the tip of my cock against her pussy. For an instant I think I should wear a condom, but forget about it, thinking she's probably clean, and wanting to just be inside of her. I slide into her and her tight cunt wraps around my cock, gripping it. I grab her thighs and lean over to push into her harder, forcing my cock into her, sliding in and out in small thrusts to work it into her, and her pussy opens up, taking me in. "See, baby," I grunt, watching my cock spread her open. "They don't teach you this in college." I chuckle to myself. I grab her waist and pull her towards me as I push into her until I'm buried inside of her. She arches her back, her head tilting back, probably feeling overwhelmed by the drugs and the sex. She'll never be the same again, be a cock whore for the rest of her life. I start sliding in and out of her in a nice, long stroke, kneeling between her thighs, just enjoying her as she lies there, spasms coursing through her body, moans and grunts coming from her throat. She starts whispering "Oh God" over and over again and balls her hands up in the sheets. I watch those firm, white titties rock back and forth as I thrust in and out of her harder, feeling my body breaking out into a sweat, and really diving into this girl now, wanting to fuck her hard, make her remember it, remember the dealer from the projects who fucked her better than any of the rich assholes back in her country club. I lean over her, stretching my legs out behind me and holding my body over her as I start working in and out of her, twisting my hips up to sink my cock into her deep. The bed starts squeaking loudly under us. I look down into her hazy blue eyes and smile as she focuses on my face, seeing me on top of her. "How you feelin' now, baby?" I ask her. "Ain't so bad anymore is it?" She groans and licks her lips. Her hips rise to meet my thrusts and feeling her move under me is going to be too much. I give into it and start fucking this girl hard, grunting with each thrust, driving my cock in and out of her, my arms shaking as I hold myself over her, looking down at her breasts shaking, down between us at my glistening, black cock sliding between her legs. "Here it comes, baby," I groan. I thrust into her, twisting into her deep, and come inside of her. I fall on top of her, feeling her breasts pressing against my chest, and push into her in short jabs, letting her tight pussy milk my cock, jerking inside of her. Pay First My body shakes once more as I empty myself into her and I push myself up onto my elbows to look down at her. She turns her head to the side to look at me, her mouth open, her face red and sweaty. I move my cock inside of her, liking the feel of her slippery cunt, not wanting to pull out of her. "So whatcha think, baby? Think you'll be coming back for more of that? A little H and a big, black dick?" I say to her and laugh. She moans and closes her eyes, her body trembles again. Feeling her body move underneath me starts to turn me on, but my cock is getting soft. I'd like to fuck her all day, but there's a lot to do. I pull out of her and stand up off the bed. I pull my clothes on, stuffing my sticky cock back in my pants. She's lying there, her legs parted, my cum dripping out of her, and she's perfectly content to stay like that, lying there until I come back. But it ain't me that's coming in next. I turn, open the door, and close it behind me. I see Russell sitting at the kitchen table with Inessa. They're laughing. He has a crayon in each ear and each nostril and is making weird grunting noises. "What are you doing?" I ask them as I sit at the table beside him. "He's you," she says to me and giggles. Russell looks at me and grunts again, trying to imitate me as I probably sounded as I fucking Madison. I should be angry, but I can't help but laugh. Leave it to Russell to make a joke of the whole fucking thing to divert the kid. He's good that way. I pluck one of the crayons out of his nose and thump his nose with it. "Where's Rhonda at?" I ask him. He shakes his head and the crayons fall onto the floor, making Inessa laugh again. "She's still in my room. I checked on them," he says as he bends over to pick up the crayons. "She was..." He sits up and grins. "Taking care of him." "Well, why don't you take care of things in my room?" I tell him. "All right," he says, a big grin on his face. "Cool, man." He stands up and hurries off to my room, closing the door behind him. I turn back to Inessa. "Whatcha been doin' out here with Russell?" I ask her. "We was drawing," she says. She pushes over some drawings for me to look at. I bend over to look at them when I hear a scream from Russell's bedroom that sounds like Rhonda getting off, sounds a lot like what I heard earlier but even louder. "I'll be back, baby girl," I tell her. "Just want to make sure they're all right." She gives me her whatever look and turns back to her drawings. I stand up and walk over to Russell's bedroom. I can hear the high-pitched squeaking of his mattress springs and heavy grunting. I open the door a crack and peer inside. I slap my hand over my mouth to hold back the laughter. Rhonda is perched on top of Kenny, both of them completely naked. She's sitting upright moving up and down while Kenny pushes up and into her, his hands grabbing at her hanging stomach. She looks like she's about to crush him into the bed and he doesn't mind at all. He's having a good time, his eyes wide, watching her fuck him. He ain't ever been fucked like that. She may have herself another customer. I close the door behind me and chuckle to myself as I walk back to the kitchen. Man, what a fucking trip. Might have to bring more of those white college kids over here. Seems I got what they want, whether they even know they want it.