by S. Jennings
“Black pimp as to opposed what a white one?” Harper spat. In truth, he was just as racist as his counterpart.
“That’s not what I meant,” Milner began in a futile attempt to clean it up.
“Well that’s what you said. Go make the deal. Get out of my office!” As soon as Milner left the office to make the call to set Damian up, Sarge made a call of his own.
Crystal urged Damian to rush over with two ounces of crack for some girlfriends from school. It was an unusual request but Damian, like a lot of dealers, went with greed over common sense. Common sense dictated that Crystal wouldn’t just suddenly have someone from school who urgently needed two whole ounces.
Greed told him to get the quick two grams. When the drug dealing pimp pulled up, he was stalked by at least ten police officers. The one posing as a gardener discreetly keyed his walkie-talkie, alerting the team to his presence.
“Where your friend?” Damian asked finding Crystal alone in the living room.
“They are coming back. They left the money though. Did you bring the stuff?” she asked nervously. Again, her demeanor gave him pause but again money was more important. “Right here,” he said tossing the bag of dope on the coffee table in front of him. “Shit you may as well hook a brother up.” Damian went for his zipper.
“Just a sec, let me grab the money,” said Crystal rushing to the rear. The swarm of police, led by Detective Milner, almost knocked her over as they rushed out of the bedroom to make the collar. Damian was leant back, stroking his dick in preparation for the blowjob he just ordered. “What the fu…” was all he got out before he was tackled and had cuffed.
“You’re under arrested you low life, pimping bastard,” Milner said once he safely secured.
“Arrested? For what? Where Crystal?” he demanded. “Bitch you gone get yours!”
“Add terroristic threats to the trafficking, and pandering charges,” the detective said triumphantly. Crystal wept silently as she rode back with the elated cop. It was bad but it was about to get worse. Back at the precinct she gave a full, graphic account of her drug use and prostitution.
Bob and Mary wept on the other side of the two-way mirror as their daughter laid out all the sordid details. It became too much for Bob and he opted to go wait outside. As soon as Crystal finished the sordid statement, she was free to go.
Chapter 14
On the way home, Bob gave in to his daughter’s demands to stop at her condo. He wished he could burn down the building that accommodated her prostitution. He needed something or someone to blame. The police let him look upon Damian handcuffed to a desk in an interview room. That provided no relief. He had expected some flamboyant black man with a lawyer suit and matching high-heeled boots and perhaps a lavender hat with a feather extending out of it.
But no. Damian was a regular looking guy. He looked like one of the blacks in the sub-division or at the office. Even though she knew she left Damian in police custody, she still rushed about the unit as if he may pop in at any second. She had amassed quite a bit of clothing and accessories. The closets and drawers were stuff. Knowing she had only one trip, she chose the cream of her clothing crop and stuffed them into bags.
She rummaged through her nightstand, moving aside lubricant and other sexually related items. At the bottom of the kinky accessories she found a small piece of crack. Crystal’s mouth began to water as she picked the poison up. She could hear it sizzle, flirting to be smoked as she walked. Walked triumphantly to the toilet and flushed the piece away.
When they arrived at the house, Bob sent the women inside and had himself a good cry in the garage. Once he got that out of his system, he hauled the bags inside. “Where is she?” he asked when he found Mary sitting alone in the den.
“I sent her up to her room to rest. Busy day tomorrow,” she replied, before sipping her wine.
The next day was a busy one indeed, yet a familiar one. The same stoic guard checked his list against a driver license before lifting the gate to Shady Oaks. Again Crystal had to speak with Mrs. Hall as part of the intake process. Only this time she was contrite and non-combative. Mrs. Hall was sweet, compassionate, and understanding as she consoled her.
“Nothing at all to be embarrassed about,” she began. “Feel blessed you made it back at all. Two of our former patients died from drug overdoses. You’re a survivor,” she cheered.
Crystal was relieved to see that her roommate was a middle-aged woman from the suburbs. Claire had been forced into the program for her penchant for painkillers. “My husband sent me for help,” she quipped sarcastically.
“Well, that was nice of him,” Crystal offered.
“Meanwhile, he’s helping himself to our Spanish maid!” Claire said ruefully. “It’s ok cuz I’ve helped myself to our gardener Juan. Not a word of English but he can eat a taco like nobody’s business!”
This time there would be no pills to take the edge off. No short cuts. No bull shit. Crystal was determined to reclaim her life and stay clean.
The meetings she once scorned she now embraced and participated in whole-heartedly. Once she built up the nerve, she stood up and shared some of her own painful experiences with the group. “Hey, my name is Crystal” she began then paused to grace the audience with her bright smile. “And I’m a drug addict.”
“Hey Crystal,” the room greeted as one and cheered her on.
“My drug choice is…well…excuse me was crack cocaine,” she said proudly placing her addiction in the past tense. The group cheered again. Crystal left out the sordid and embarrassing details as she spoke, recounting just how far down the drugs had taken her. The entire room was in tears by the end of her speech.
Bob and Mary visited their daughter faithfully, staying the entire allotted time. Young Charity wasn’t allowed to visit, nor did she know there was a problem.
Crystal apologized profusely and begged for their forgiveness, which of course they gave. Her parents assured her it was not her own fault. They placed the blame on Damian, the drugs, and even themselves. The first stint in rehab had been dreadfully slow. This time the sixty days elapsed so quickly, it both amazed and frightened her. Claire saw her hesitation and understood the problem. She knew it well since this was her forth ride.
“Buck up young lady!” Claire demanded. “You’re gonna be just fine.”
“You think?” Crystal asked eagerly. She was feeling needy and wanted to be reassured.
“Sure! If I had your attitude, I would have never come back,” Claire said matter-of-factly. “Now let’s get out of here. I can’t keep Juan waiting.“
Bob and Mary were parked out front and smiled broadly as their daughter emerged from the building. The reunion was cheerful although all parties were concerned. All three of them prayed this rehab would stick.
Chapter 15
At the exact moment Crystal was waving her goodbyes to the staff and acquaintances at Shady Oaks, Damian was standing in front of a superior court judge. He just pled guilty to one count of possession with intent to distribute. Milner and his comrades were furious that the D.A. reduced the trafficking charge and dropped the pandering charge all together.
The Assistant District Attorney claimed he couldn’t put Crystal on the witness stand because she was drug addict and prostitute. Damian’s name was not on the lease and the drugs were found on the table not on him. He agreed to plead guilty for a split sentence of five years with only one to serve, with good behavior. Damian would be pimping again in six months.
It cost him twenty grand for his lawyer as well as offering Jasmine’s services for free to the eager D.A. Even with the sweet deal, Damian was seething and vowed revenge. The fact that one of his girls crossed him ate at him. It had to be addressed and dealt with severely enough to prevent it from happening again. He may not have owned a lavender suit but Damian was a true pimp and intended to check his hoe.
Damian sat in the county jail for a few months waiting to be shipped to the overcrowded Georgia prison system. Sin
ce the state prisons were packed to the gills, they had to release some people just to let others in and Georgia did not like releasing people. Every night he would pull out picture of a smiling Crystal and plot. He eagerly looked forward to the day when he could plunk those electric blue eyes out of her pretty face. Finally, his name was called to be transferred to prison.
After a month of diagnostic testing, he was assigned to a cell where he would serve out his time. His release date was now only four months away. He entered the cell and nodded a ‘What’s up ‘ to his new cellmate. The huge black man with gold teeth and a shiny bald head nodded back from the top bunk. As Damian unpacked his belongings the man checked him out contemplating on whether he was gong to rape him or not. Once he got settled in, he got on his bunk and retrieved Crystal picture.
“See where I’m at?” he asked Crystals smiling face. “See what you did to me?”
“Say what, shawnty?” the big dude asked leaning down.
“Nothing, talking to this picture,” Damian replied. “Lil’ bitch set my ass up and got me knocked off.”
“Shit, me too shawnty. A bitch got me in here too,” he said with a golden grimace.
“White girl I had working for me put the police on me. Got me knocked off with a couple ounces,” Damian said.
“Me too!” the bald man said animated. “Damn white girl told on me and got me a trafficking charge.”
“Here she go,” said Damian handing the picture up to his new friend.
“Get the fuck outta here! This the same bitch!” he said practically yelling.
“You know Crystal?” Damian asked incredulously.
“Yeah I know her trifling ass.” He growled. “By the way, my name is Black”.
That night after he had sex with Crystal, Black watched her limp to her car. She wasn’t the first to leave crippled by his monster cock. He saw Crystal about to smoke and was about to chase her off but the cop got to her first. She wasn’t the first customer to be thirsty enough to sneak a blast in the parking lot before heading home. He would always run them off knowing it drew heat to him.
When Black got arrested the next day, he just knew it was Crystal who put the police on him. He was wrong of course but had no way to know otherwise. “Been down three years and six months! “Black told Crystal’s picture. At the moment, he changed his mind about raping Damian. “Say shawty? Do me a favor, wait on me before you get her, please!” he pleaded.
“That’s what’s up,” Damian agreed and an unholy alliance was formed.
Chapter 16
Rehab had ended as summer began which gave Crystal a chance to spend some time with her little sister. Charity was thirteen and filling out by the second. Bob and Mary were delighted to have Crystal there to issue stern warning about drugs and boys. Charity adored her older sister and listened to her admonishments. With no option in the matter, Crystal went back to work at her father’s firm. She protested adamantly but was unable to provide a valid reason.
Of course saying “Dad I tricked with freaky ole Mr. Klein once a week oh and likes to lick butts” wasn’t the best idea. Crystal decided she would just ignore the man. Sure he had his way with her when she worked as a prostitute but now she was an intern. Mr. Klein would not be ignored. He did everything short of hiring a circus to get her attention. Whenever he walked into a room she walked out. It worked for a while until Klein couldn’t take it any more.
One day he caught her in the copy room and eased up behind her. He looked around to ensure no one was looking and grabbed a handful of her ass.
“Are you crazy!” Crystal hotly inquired as she knocked the man’s hand away. “Yes! About you!” Klein chuckled easing forward.
“Is there a problem here?” a deep voice demanded from the doorway. It was Dave, one of the law students who clerked over the summer.
Dave was tall, handsome, and obviously protective. He and Crystal had shared a few flirtatious glances but never spoke.
“There is no problem. Go back to sorting mail or whatever it is you do!” Mr. Klein said dismissively.
“I was talking to the young lady,” Dave replied not moving an inch.
“This creep is harassing me,” Crystal complained sliding behind Dave.
“Just a little misunderstanding,” Klein chuckled. “Everything is fine. Just fine.”
“Good. Let’s see to it that this doesn’t happen again. I’m sure Crystal’s dad wouldn’t appreciate further misunderstandings!” Dave commanded. Klein tucked his tail as he slinked away leaving the couple to an awkward silence except for the sparks flying between them.
“That guy is such a loser!” Crystal fumed.
“I see,” Dave agreed, shaking his head. “By the way, I’m Dave.”
“Crystal” came the reply accompanied by a batting of the eyes. “But I guess you know that.”
“Yeah I do actually work with your dad. Great guy!”
“Oh you don’t have to say that for me to go out with you,” Crystal said pressing the issue.
The shyness returned and Dave lowered his head. Crystal wondered why all the good ones were shy but obnoxious losers were always in your face.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” said Crystal apologetically.
“No! Um... I … well, you think…can we go out. To eat?” Dave stumbled on the way to the first date. “Sure!’ Crystal exclaimed.“As a matter of fact, I’m hungry now.”
Dave and Crystal went on what was the first of many lunch dates. The reticent Dave managed to open up and steal Crystal’s heart. She found his shy demeanor refreshing and endearing. Dave had drive, goals and plans. After a few dates, Crystal decided she wanted to be included in on those plans. It was she who suggested they go on a real date. She decided to seal the deal with some ass.
When Dave came to the Atkins residence to collect Crystal for their first date, Bob was delighted. He shook the young man’s hand so heartedly it unnerved him. Bob chatted him up until Mary broke in so the couple could leave. Bob hated to see them go and half-entertained asking if he and Mary could double. “You guys have fun,” Mary urged as they headed for the door. Bob came over and put his arm around his wife to watch their departure.
“Fine young man,” Bob announced proudly as he thought of his work ethic.
“Fine indeed,” Mary agreed looking at his ass
Dave took Crystal to a trendy Indian restaurant in downtown Atlanta. He never would have ventured inside on his own but he wanted his date to be impressed. No matter how out of place he felt in the crowd. Crystal knew he came from a deeply religious home where no one drank, smoked, or cursed. She was hoping they fucked because she was horny.
But no such luck. After the date, he walked her to the door and gave her a good-night handshake. This was a part of the saving himself for marriage thing he mentioned. “I would like to see more of you,” he said holding her hand but not her gaze. You could see all of me now, Crystal thought, but just said, “Sure!”
Dave and Crystal went out several times a week, in addition to their daily lunches at work. It had been months and she still got no further than a handshake. Crystal remained drug and alcohol free but she wanted some dick. She craved it. She finally decided that she would get some one way or another. She didn’t intend on leaving Dave but if he wouldn’t fuck her someone would. Gladly!
Chapter 17
Crystal spent every spare second with her younger sister. She couldn’t make up for lost time so she indulged Charity in everything she desired. Movies, skating, mall, whatever she wanted. That even included a rap concert where some young black cursed to a heavy drum beat and bass line that moved her insides around. Crystal caught herself deeply inhaling the aroma of the thousand or so joints being smoked. She felt a slight stirring in her soul, but shook it off. She was clean.