by S. Jennings
“Thanks,” Crystal said sarcastically and stood to leave.
“Hey! Don’t go! I was hoping we could…you know,” he said patting his bed.
“I got my period,” Crystal lied and hit the door.
“That’s ok. I’ll take some head!” he called after her just as the door closed. The paltry amount of coke had Crystal’s demons stirring again. She needed some relief of any sort and she needed it quickly. As she walked briskly across the campus to her dorm, her mind raced from face to face.
She was still undecided when she reached her room, until she walked in that is. There was Keisha fresh from the shower in all of her light brown glory. “Hey Crys,” she beamed as her buddy entered the room. She went back to applying a wonderful smelling lotion to her blemish-free skin. When she saw the lustful gaze that Crystal locked on her legs, she dropped the towel that was covering her luscious body. A little help?” She asked extending the frilly bottle of ointment to Crystal.
It took a second for Crystal’s mind to process the statement because she was stuck on her roommate’s body. The perky brown nipples that topped her prefect C cup breasts down to the tuft of curly brown pubic hair amazed her.
“Hmm? Oh. Yeah ok,” Crystal agreed and began massaging the lotion into her firm legs.
“Mmmm, that feels good” Keisha purred softly.
“It does,” Crystal agreed working her way up her thighs. Keisha lay on her back, closed her eyes and partially spread her legs. It was a posture of submission telling Crystal she could do what ever she wanted to her.
The first thing she wanted to do was touch the fat brown pussy. When she did, it got instantly wet all over her fingers. That, of course, was an invitation to slide a finger inside of it.
“Mmm,” Keisha moaned and contracted her tight muscles on Crystal’s finger, holding it inside of her. Crystal was first surprised when her own face lowered towards the swelling vagina. She was twice surprised that her tongue was on a woman’s vagina.
And then again at how sweet it tasted. Keisha moaned and reacted to every flick and lick from Crystal’s tongue. It only took a couple of minutes before she came loudly. Crystal came just as loud once they changed places and Keisha returned the favor.
As they lay in the post orgasm glow, she craved for more. The door was opened and she wanted to get high. Keisha noticed a slight change in her roommate’s demeanor and assumed it was guilt. She had been a lesbian long enough to know some chicks felt funny after eating pussy for the first time.
“Hey it’s no big deal, you know. You got curious and we had a good time. Don’t sweat it,” she comforted.
“Huh? No, it’s not that,” Crystal replied distracted. “I just need to earn some extra money.”
Bob and Mary tightly controlled the purse strings. They knew full well that spare cash meant spare temptation. Their daughter had already dodged a huge bullet and they had to be cautious. “Well my brother manages a strip club. I don’t know how you feel about stripping but with your body, you would make a killing!” Keisha advised.
After a week of fighting temptation, Crystal finally relented. “Call your brother.”
Chapter 12
It took a few agonizing days for Keisha’s brother to call back but when he did, he told them he was en route to take Crystal to an audition. Keisha did her best to show her some of the latest dance moves but she fumbled through. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine,” she said finally giving up. Dance moves or not Crystal was a knock out. The black patrons who frequented Damian’s club would love her.
Crystal answered a knock on the door and pulled it open. There before her stood one of the must handsome men she had ever saw. Not handsome for a black, but handsome period. Damian was tall and obviously muscular under his expensive clothes. He had a head full of curly light brown hair and golden eyes embedded deeply in his yellow face. “Um hellooo!” he chuckled, breaking the spell his good looks cast upon her. He was equally taken with her.
“Oh, I’m sorry! You must be Damian,” Crystal said. She smiled brightly and let him in.
“And you must be Crystal,” he said licking his chops.
“And…she is a special friend of ‘mine’”, Keisha warned. It was their code for him not to fuck her.
“I got you, I got you,” he chuckled as he led Crystal away to her audition. Crystal was impressed when he led her to a new BMW and opened the door for her. Instead of taking her to the club he pulled into underground parking of a high-rise mid-town building.
“What’s here?” she asked curiously as he pulled into his reserved spot. “This is where I live,” he answered. “I figured you might wanna hang out,” He held the door open to let her out.
“What about my audition? The job?” Crystal asked.
“Oh you go the job already,” he said eagerly and led her to the elevator. Crystal nodded approvingly at the swank apartment and took a seat on the plush suede sofa. “Can I get you anything? Beer, wine, weed, coke?”
“Coke!” she blurted out before the question could dissipate from the air.
“Soft or hard?” he asked raising an eyebrow. He was praying hard. That would make his job so much easier.
“Well, I’ve never tired it hard,” Crystal lied answering the twisted prayer. Damian fought the urge to pump his fist and yell “yesss!”. Instead, he calmly went to his stash and got his supplies. He had to stifle a laugh as Miss Never Tried Hard expertly broke off a piece and loaded the pipe. She flicked the lighter and inhaled more problems into her short troubled life.
“You won’t tell Keisha about this, will you?” she asked urgently after finally exhaling the noxious smoke.
“As long as you don’t tell her I fucked your brains out.”
Deal!” she laughed sitting the pipe and lighter down. Damian led her to into his equally decked out bedroom and immediately began to disrobe. Crystal didn’t budge as the painful memory of Black and his monster cock flashed in her mind.
To her delight, he revealed a light brown, pretty penis. It was big in its semi-erect state but not abnormal. She rushed out of her clothes to get as naked as he was. When Damian lay on his back in the center of the bed, Crystal knew exactly what he wanted. There was no reason to haggle and she put him in her mouth. When he grew stiff inside of her mouth she pulled it out to marvel at it. Damian knew she had to be clean if his sister was fucking her so he pulled her around for a sixty-nine.
Damian found the rumor of white girls giving the best head to be completely true. She made him explode in her mouth sooner than he thought possible. He was so turned on by the pretty white girl he stayed hard and entered he doggy style. In his line of work, he got a lot of pussy but rarely was it as tight as Crystal’s.
Before he could stop himself he came again inside or her. He mused to himself that he hoped Keisha didn’t plan on eating her pussy tonight because it was full of his cum.
Damian fucked her a few more times in between letting her hit the pipe. When he was thoroughly spent, he took her into his shower to wash away the evidence. He gave her just enough crack to ensure a call the next day. And call she did. Everyday. He sexed her crazy for weeks until it was time to put her to work. Crystal was hooked on the dope and he knew he owned her.
“Look, I am having second thoughts about putting you in the club,” he said, beginning a calculated sales pitch. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and asked why. “I think you would do better as an escort. The pay is better and I’ll be able to spend more time with you,” he said affectionately.
“Ok,” she replied and went back to work at her blow ob. The next night she sucked a strange man’s dick for money. Crystal was now officially a call girl.
Chapter 13
Crystal began servicing several clients every night. Although Damian was charging a thousand dollars or better for a romp with the pretty white girl he only gave her a few hundred a night and a night supply of crack. Just enough for the night. Just enough to ensure a call first thing the next morning. Her bus
y night life clashed drastically with school so she stopped going to class all together. Another down side was the she and Keisha fell out completely. The relationship had deteriorated to the point where they didn’t even speak and Crystal didn’t even care.
One night Keisha brought home a pretty white girl and sexed her right in front of her. It turned Crystal on so much she masturbated along with them.
It was no surprised when Crystal was summoned to the Dean’s office. They informed her that since she had been dropped from all her classes, she had to vacate the dorm.
No worries because that’s exactly what Damien had hoped for. He put her up in a nice condo not too far from his own. He went over there everyday to get his dick sucked and make sure she ate and maintained her weight. With her increasing drug habit, he had to keep an eye on her. As much as his clients loved her he would force feed her if he had to. Intravenously, if necessary.
In return for food, lodging and dope, Crystal would fuck and suck the daylights out of whoever came to the apartment. If you were there it was because Damien sent you after you paid him and you could do virtually anything once you want inside. A couple times a week, Damien sent a voluptuous black girl over to help with the threesomes. Crystal could not believe her good fortune. Sex, drugs, money. What more could she ask for? She was loving life.
She got a good scare one day when she opened her door and saw Mr. Klein standing there. He was a co-worker of her father’s at the firm. Mr. Klein lusted secretly the whole summer that she interned. A couple of times the sexy little outfits she wore forced him to lock his office door and masturbate. “You?” he asked incredulously.
“Damian sent you?” she asked worried about her parents for the first time.
“Um, yes. He told me he had a new girl! Never in my wildest dreams would I have dreamt it was you. And I’ve dreamt of… Well this is a pleasant surprise.”
“It’s a surprise alright,” she sighed stepping aside so he could enter. Thirty-minutes later he emerged happier than he’d ever been in his life. He became a regular at least once a week. Not only was he paying Damian a thousand dollars but he always left a hundred or two on the coffee table on his way out. Crystal’s neighbor, an elderly lady, watched men come and go for months. She noted that the men were old, young, black, white and one Asian fellow. She timed their visits and record a license plate or two when she could.
To make matters worse, Damian cursed the neighbor out once or twice for asking too many questions. Mrs. Pounds made it a point to record his license plate number too. The nosey neighbor had logged thousands of hours watching cop shows and knew something was a miss. She called the local precinct to report the nefarious comings and goings. She was no stranger to the police and was not taken very serious. After all this was the same lady who reported seeing President Obama breaking into cars a few weeks back.
The officers still played the 911 tape to amuse themselves on slow days. “I knew we couldn’t trust him!” she said triumphantly as she reported the leader of the free world was stealing car stereos. Eventually, one of her calls did catch the attention of the newly promoted Sergeant Harper who insisted that someone check out her claims. Out of spite, he sent the thorn in his ass that was Detective First Class Milner.
Milner sat with the extremely talkative old lady one day and did see some unusual traffic. Not the quick cop and go traffic that signaled drugs were being sold but the steady flow of various types of men. It was enough to spark the veteran cop’s interest.
He came a couple of days in a row and saw it wasn’t a fluke. Something was being trafficked out of unit 52. When he spotted well-known drug dealer and pimp Damian Wells, he nodded with satisfaction. He was almost giddy at being able to nail the elusive bad guy on something. The elation was short-lived when he watched the prettiest girl he had seen since his own daughter was alive. The streets had claimed her a few years back, choked to death by the man she was dating.
Milner seethed as he watched the couple enter this luxury vehicle and speed off. He made a vow then and there that Damian was going down. By any means necessary.
Unable to secure a warrant, the detective decided to move on his own. Dressed in a cheap suit and doused in cheap cologne, he knocked on the door. Most of the men, who came and went, literally were either young ‘rapper’ types or serious-looking business and the cop didn’t resemble either. He actually gasped when Crystal opened the door. She was pretty from the distance he had first observed her but up close she was stunning.
“Yes, can I help you?” she smiled brilliantly flashing her electric blue eyes. Milner forgot what he was supposed to say once he got caught in those azure pools.
“Damian sent you?” she asked sounding slightly puzzled.
“Um… yeah um, Damian,” he stammered as he entered the nice pad. “So how does this work?”
“You paid the man, so I’m yours. Any way you like. Well almost,” she giggled. She wore a half-open oriental style robe that showed half her breast and was short enough to show half of her round ass. Detective Milner considered quitting his job at that moment. He was torn between doing his job and wanting to touch this beautiful creature.
His dick was so hard it hurt. It strained against the cheap fabric of his slacks dying to be set free. Desperately needing contact with the woman, being married for twenty-five years without once being unfaithful was quite an accomplishment. However, when the robe came open the streak had come to an end. It was with a heavy heart that the middle-aged man fucked the young woman. He didn’t last long and minutes after entering her, he slumped over still inside of her.
“Um…excuse me?” Crystal finally said after enduring his weight for several minutes.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Milner said rolling off of the small girl with a grunt. Crystal slid from under him and into her tiny robe. The way she rushed urgently into the next room alerted the detective’s senses. Do your job, the cop admonished himself as he reached for his discarded underwear. He decided not to wash the combined fluids off, saving it as a reminder.
After quickly dressing he went to break the bad news to Crystal. He entered the room badge high to find her sucking feverously on the pipe.
“Excuse me,” Detective Milner announced. “You are under arrest. Put the pipe down and get dressed.”
Crystal coughed up the hit she just took and choked severely. “Really! Are you serious right now! You fuck me and now you wanna look me up!” she spat furiously.
“I’m doing my job,” he offered apologetically.
“Your job?” Crystal fumed. “Is it your job to fuck me?” She berated the stubborn cop to no avail. When that didn’t work, she tried another tactic.
Please don’t do this to me,” she pleaded. “My parents would die. Please. I’ll suck your cock!” The offer of head gave the detective pause. How long had it been since Mildred blew him. “Look, it’s Damian I want. You help me get him and you’ll go free,” he offered.
Crystal wasn’t smart enough to be afraid of Damian and quickly agreed. Technically, she was still under arrest even though she rode cuffless in the front seat of Milner’s vehicle.
“You told her what?” Sgt. Harper boomed when the detective filled him in on the deal. He was well aware of his subordinate’s desire to cut white girls loose while showing no mercy to blacks.
Harper hated the pimps and pushers as much as anyone but felt they were parties to the crime as well. They were the ones who fucked and sucked for money. Just because they were dumb enough to give all their proceeds to a funny dressing negro didn’t make them any less culpable. “So what about the four grams of rock cocaine?” Harper asked.
“The pimp is the supplier. We can make a buy of a couple of ounces and nail his black ass on a trafficking charge!” Milner said enthusiastically. Harper decided to let the “black” remark go agreeing that Damian was indeed a bigger fish. Still, he wanted to make the detective beg.
He knew the man loathed answering to a young black man, boss or no boss. “
Besides Sarge, she’s a good kid. Her parents will freak if they find out she was whoring for some black pimp,” the detective said sympathetically.