American Blue

by Penny Birch

  Nobody else seemed to have the slightest qualms, including Hudson. When it was politely pointed out to him that customers weren’t likely to choose her if she was on his lap with her top up over her tits for him to grope, he simply laughed and sent her off with a smack on her bum. People were beginning to come in by then, both girls and men.

  Both were as I’d expected, by and large. The girls were all slim and leggy, most of them surgically enhanced and with dyed blonde hair, except for a couple of black girls, one of whom had the most enormous afro haircut I’d ever seen. Some of the men were brash, others shy, and they came in all ages, shapes and races, but all of them plainly had money to spend, or at least intended to spend money. Everybody was friendly, with an openness and honesty about what they were doing that I couldn’t help but find appealing, although with Ron playing his part as genial host and Doll running the bar nobody was allowed to be shifty or furtive.

  I stayed quiet, sipping champagne in a shadowy corner with Hudson for company. Jemima was nervous at first, and knocking back drinks faster than she should have been, but both the men and the other girls were fascinated by her. She was soon flirting outrageously, and plainly enjoying herself, but when at last she took a man by the hand and led him out of the room I felt my stomach go tight.

  She was about to be fucked, for money, by a man she’d met just minutes before. He looked perfectly decent, a businessman perhaps, or some sort of professional, in his mid-forties, tall and not unpleasant in any way, and yet I found my skin crawling at the thought of them together: Jemima going down on his cock, perhaps allowing him to lick her, maybe sucking his balls, before spreading her thighs for him to mount her, to enter her, to fuck her. Jemima whom I could remember as a tiny baby when Kate proudly passed her across for me to hold.

  I reminded myself that she was also the Jemima who had paddled me, pissed on my bottom, made me lick her, and helped arrange for me to be kidnapped and abused by the Brooklyn Bitches. She could look after herself, maybe better than I could, and she was definitely better at handling commercial sex, better by far.

  She was soon back, holding hands with the man who’d just had her and allowing him to buy her a drink before kissing him off, as casually as if he’d been some hopeful boyfriend, and joining us. Hudson kissed her and put his arm around her waist as she settled on to his lap, full of excitement.

  ‘I did it!’ she exclaimed. ‘I really did it! He made me dance for him, then go down on his cock, but he couldn’t hold it, and came all over my tits and face! Isn’t that funny!’

  Hudson reacted with an indulgent smile and I forced myself to do the same.

  ‘I’m going to make sure the next one fucks me,’ she went on happily. ‘Do you suppose it’s all right if I ask for a spanking?’

  ‘I think they’re supposed to pay extra,’ I pointed out.

  ‘Oh, right … ,’ she answered. ‘Maybe if you did me we’d get some attention?’

  ‘Suits me,’ Hudson said, and the next instant he’d flipped her across his knee.

  She went down with a delighted shriek, giggling and kicking her feet. Hudson curled an arm around her, lifting her easily to pop the button on her jeans shorts. I moved along the seat a little to give them some room, watching as Jemima’s shorts were hauled down to show off her perfect little bottom, already lifted to expose the tiny pink star of her bumhole.

  ‘He’s going to spank her!’ one of the girls squealed, plainly enjoying the idea, and they began to cluster round.

  Hudson made a brief adjustment to Jemima’s top to make sure her breasts showed and began to spank, his huge hand cupping her tiny bottom. She took it giggling and squirming, plainly enjoying herself, although it was quite hard and her bottom was soon pink. Everybody in the room was watching and enjoying the view, the girls as much as the men. I could tell it wasn’t something that happened often, and they seemed to regard it as a treat, clapping and cheering when Jemima was finally allowed up from Hudson’s lap.

  She gave a little curtsy, then turned to show off her red bum before wiggling herself back into her shorts. Men began to come forward immediately, offering her drinks, congratulating Hudson on disciplining her, one even suggesting that I should be given the same treatment. I declined politely, determined to keep myself clean just for once. I knew from long experience that once I had a hot bottom I’d be lost.

  Ron and Doll had some sort of booking system, rather like old-fashioned dance cards only for sex, and Jemima soon had a queue. A huge black man in a bottle-green suit was first, and he simply picked her up over his shoulder and carried her out of the room with her bum cheeks sticking up out of her shorts and her legs waving wildly in mock alarm. He took his time with her, and she came back looking flustered but still smiling, throwing me a quick glance and making a gesture with her hands to indicate the size of his cock before the next man on her list joined her.

  Two men had now had her, the second presumably up her pussy, unless he too had been unable to hold back long enough. It was too late, the damage was done, and I resigned myself to the situation, because I had no choice. She was happy anyway, fulfilling a long-term fantasy, and it wasn’t as if she was going to be a regular there, or so I told myself. More importantly, she wasn’t going to be on film or on the net.

  Ron came over to ask Hudson if he’d like a girl on the house and he accepted, choosing the black girl with the huge afro. I was left alone, watching the men and the girls pair off, leave and return. If it was a typical night, Ron was obviously making a lot of money, and he certainly seemed to attract wealthy clients. Another group of men had just come in, all black, led by a young man with dreadlocks and an extravagantly tailored suit in scarlet silk. The others seemed to be his entourage, two huge men who were presumably bodyguards and five others.

  Ron went to them immediately, fussing round them as if they were royalty, first clearing a table and then lining up all the girls who were in the room at that moment, even those who’d been talking to men. The man in the silk suit sat down, tugging gently at the ridiculous little goatee beard he wore as he considered what was on offer. He didn’t seem too impressed, his mouth remaining fixed in a straight line as he let his gaze linger on the line of girls, only to break into a smile as he saw me, revealing a gold front tooth with a diamond set in it.

  ‘Her,’ he said simply. ‘The rest are ho’s.’

  ‘We are a whorehouse, Mr Sixclip,’ Ron pointed out, grinning, ‘and I’m afraid Penny is just a visitor, but her friend—’

  ‘I’ll have her,’ the man repeated, and one of his companions beckoned to me, urgently, as if I’d committed some dreadful faux pas by not rushing over immediately.

  ‘I’m not available, I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘Sorry.’

  He got up, very slowly as a buzz of excited conversation ran among his followers, as if they couldn’t believe I’d refused. I stayed as I was, scared, but determined to hold my own. He was over six foot and well built, towering over me as he reached my table, but he seemed slight in comparison to the two vast bodyguards who’d come up behind him.

  ‘All girls are available,’ he said, ‘to me.’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ I repeated, ‘but I don’t work here.’

  ‘So?’ he demanded. ‘I want you.’

  ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not available,’ I insisted, ‘and I can’t imagine why you would want me anyway. There are some beautiful girls here—’

  ‘They’re ho’s,’ he interrupted.

  ‘As Ron says, this is a brothel, what do you expect?’

  ‘A nice clean girl, not some skanky ho.’

  I could see the girls beyond him, and they did not look too happy.

  ‘That’s not a very nice thing to say,’ I began, intending to point out that as a customer he had no right to criticise the girls, but I broke off as he tossed something on to the table in front of me.

  It was a sheaf of notes, held together by a gold money clip.

  ‘Five hundred,’ he said.

 
; ‘You don’t understand, Mr … er, Mr Sexclip …’

  ‘Sixclip,’ one of the bodyguards corrected me.

  ‘Sorry, Mr Sixclip. You don’t understand. I’m not available.’

  ‘All girls are available,’ he repeated, and drew a second clip of notes from his inside pocket, which he tossed down with the first. ‘A thousand.’

  ‘Look, Mr Sixclip, it doesn’t matter how much you offer me. I’m not available.’

  ‘There ain’t a girl been born ain’t a ho at heart,’ he said. ‘Would you take a million?’

  ‘I’m not completely naïve,’ I told him.

  ‘What say?’

  ‘I’m not completely naïve. You expect me to say I’d accept a million dollars, which you’d then say proves that I’m a prostitute at heart but I’m just haggling over the price. I think I was about twelve when I first heard that joke.’

  He looked taken aback for an instant, but then shrugged and made an expansive gesture with his hands and shared a grin with his cronies before flipping two more clips of money on to the table with affected unconcern. I sat back and took a sip from my champagne, ignoring him – and Big Ron, who was making urgent signals to me from the far side of the room. Sixclip gave a light laugh and threw two more clips on to the table.

  ‘Three thousand.’

  ‘No, thank you.’

  Two more clips joined the growing pile.

  ‘Four thousand. I reckon that’s more than you earn in a month, huh?’

  ‘I’m sorry, but no, thank you.’

  ‘What, is it because I’m black? It’s because I’m black, ain’t it?’

  ‘No, not at all. In fact had you come over and introduced yourself politely, and not tried to buy me as if I was a piece of meat, I might have accepted. It’s because you’re arrogant, Mr Sixclip.’

  He didn’t seem very impressed by my little speech, merely nodding and throwing down another two clips.

  ‘Five thousand.’

  ‘Look, Mr Sixclip,’ I said. ‘I appreciate that you’ve got yourself into a difficult situation, because having approached me you can’t back down in front of your friends, but really, it’s nothing personal. I wouldn’t accept you, or any other man, not for money, and especially not when you’re being so arrogant.’

  Again he responded by throwing down a bundle of notes, which he had to take from one of his friends. It was thicker, and they were hundred-dollar bills.

  ‘Ten thousand.’

  ‘Just for sex? Please, Mr Sixclip, you’re being ridiculous.’

  There was an angry buzz among his friends and I suddenly felt scared again, but Sixclip raised his hand to silence them.

  ‘Ten thousand,’ he repeated, ‘for the night, and to put it up that lilywhite ass.’

  His friends laughed and I found myself blushing, still scared, but angry too.

  ‘No, thank you,’ I insisted, struggling to hold my voice level.

  He reached back, to take more notes from the friend who was carrying the money, another two large bundles, one of which he threw down.

  ‘Fifteen.’

  ‘No, thank you.’

  ‘Twenty, only that’s for me and my boys, all night, and we fuck your ass.’

  Another ripple of laughter passed among them, and several remarks. I was beginning to wonder if he actually intended to pay me, even if I gave in, but I was determined not to, despite Ron’s now frantic signalling. Everybody was looking at me, and I was blushing furiously, as well as imagining how it would feel to attempt to take eight cocks up my bottom, which was making my bumhole squeeze on the plug inside me. I was about to refuse when Jemima appeared, immediately abandoning the man she’d been with and rushing over.

  ‘Hey, what’s going on?’ she asked. ‘You’re Sixclip, aren’t you? I love your music! What’re you doing, Penny? What’s all that money for?’

  ‘He’s trying to buy me,’ I explained.

  Sixclip was looking at Jemima with obvious interest.

  ‘So what’s the problem?’ she asked. ‘Let’s go.’

  ‘I’m not doing it,’ I pointed out.

  ‘Are you nuts?’ she demanded, and looked up to smile at Sixclip. ‘I’d go with you for nothing.’

  ‘So might I,’ I pointed out, ‘or at least, I might have done if—’

  ‘You really are nuts, aren’t you?’ she interrupted. ‘What about Fishbaugh, and you were going to come in with me earlier?’

  ‘Never mind that …’ I began, and stopped as Jemima began to scoop up the money. ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘What you should be,’ she answered. ‘Come on.’

  Fifteen

  JEMIMA WAS TRYING to pull me to my feet and stuff the money into her shorts at the same time. Sixclip looked on with cool amusement while his friends laughed at us. I resisted, tempted to pull harder and get her across my knee, except that I was sure the men would thoroughly enjoy the display.

  ‘Will you lot help me?’ Jemima demanded, speaking to the men.

  ‘My pleasure, ma’am,’ Sixclip answered, his voice mocking. ‘Carl, Slowmo, escort these two ladies in the back.’

  Jemima squeaked as one of the bodyguards lifted her from the ground with no apparent effort at all, and again as she was slung unceremoniously across his shoulder, bum up as before. I put my hands out in self-defence and was about to speak, only for the second bodyguard to duck low, curl his arm round my thighs and lift me into the same humiliating position as Jemima. My words turned to an angry gasp and I began to kick and pound his back with my fists, but only succeeded in making them laugh. I was halfway to the door when I managed to find my voice.

  ‘Put me down, you bastard!’

  He just walked on, indifferent to threats, pleas and my desperate struggling. Ron had followed and was trying to calm the situation down, but some of the others held him back and I was quickly taken into a room and dumped on to the bed. The last of the men closed the door as I scrambled up the bed and put my back to the wall.

  ‘Look, seriously,’ I began, ‘if you so much as—’

  ‘Be cool,’ Sixclip said, cutting me off. ‘We ain’t going to touch you unless you take the money, and I’m betting you will. Ed, put the money on the table. She can take it when she’s ready.’

  The man he’d addressed, a lanky youth with a big, loose mouth, took the money from Jemima and put it on the table beside the bed. I gave him a dirty look, still seriously considering screaming the place down, but they seemed to be determined to make me take the money. Whatever might have happened with Dan Fishbaugh and others, I was equally determined not to, and folded my arms across my chest, glaring at Sixclip.

  ‘Just enjoy yourself, Penny,’ Jemima advised. ‘You know you want to.’

  She was already on her knees, in front of the settee on which Sixclip had sat down. He made himself comfortable, his hands behind his head as she crawled quickly forward. With no hesitation at all she pulled his fly open, flopped his cock out, gave a little purr of appreciation and took it in her mouth. He watched as he stiffened in her mouth, and so did I, my expression sullen as I tried not to imagine how it must feel for her.

  The others waited respectfully, making no move to join in, even when Jemima rolled up her top to show her breasts off. By then he was erect, and she stopped sucking to take him in hand instead, tugging gently up and down as she turned to me.

  ‘Come on, Penny. Hasn’t he got a lovely cock?’

  I ignored her, but it was true. His erection was standing proud of his open fly, a huge chocolate-brown pillar of flesh, perfectly straight, thick and heavily veined, rising to a bulbous helmet still shiny with Jemima’s saliva, a sight at once grotesque and beautiful, frightening and alluring.

  She shrugged and went back down on him, licking and sucking on his shaft, which was so thick she could barely get it in her mouth. He simply sat there, enjoying her attention without reacting save for the very obvious evidence of his arousal, and clearly determined to maintain his poise in front of his cronies
. Jemima had no such inhibitions, and after a while pulled out the heavy black sack of his balls, which she tried to cram in her mouth as she masturbated him. They wouldn’t fit, and she came up giggling and with spittle running down her chin.

  Again she began to suck his cock, now with her back arched to make a display of her bottom, most of which was sticking out of her tiny shorts. I looked away, feeling confused and angry and trying to ignore the allure of what she was doing. None of them took any notice of me, all seven focused on Jemima as she sucked on Sixclip’s beautiful black cock.

  She was going to have to cope with all eight of them, maybe up her bottom if they decided to inflict on her what Sixclip had threatened me with. It was a lot to take, especially when five men had already been with her, and I began to wonder if she could cope. I knew full well where that line of reasoning led, and tried to tell myself I should simply leave, but one of the bodyguards was standing with his back to the door and in any case I could hardly abandon her.

  ‘Time I put you on the fuck stick,’ Sixclip drawled.

  He put his hands under Jemima’s armpits and lifted her up. She could hardly get her shorts off fast enough, unbuttoning them, pushing them down, slipping them free of one leg while the other waved wildly, trying to kick them off, as she was put on his lap. The moment her shorts were free she caught his cock in her hand, guiding it to the mouth of her pussy. I watched it go in, opening her, and heard her groan as she was filled. He took hold of her, pulling her forward so that her bottom was stuck well out, the mouth of her pussy a gaping white ring around the thick black shaft of his erection.

  ‘You ought to suck on his balls while she rides,’ Ed advised me.

  ‘Please, yes,’ Jemima panted, ‘and lick my bum. Please, Penny, like you did before.’

  ‘Lick her bum?’ one of them echoed, glancing at me in surprise. ‘What, she does that stuff?’

  I’d gone crimson, looking away, but Jemima was too drunk and too high on sex to care, babbling at me as she rode Sixclip’s enormous cock.