by S. Jennings
Crystal was already damp from the anticipation of sex. Rocco and his camera man where already at the room when the girls arrived. They quickly dressed or better yet undressed into the skimpy outfits from the wardrobe bag.
When Rocco answered the knock on the room door, two tall black men walked in and Kat lost her mind.
“I will not let some nappy-head nigger touch me!” she demanded. The men frowned and looked at Rocco for an explanation.
“Easy guys. No problem here. We will work it out,” he said quickly. The two were big stars in the industry and it was a feather in his cap to have gotten them.
“I’ll do it!” Crystal exclaimed eagerly. She had slept with several black men by then and had no qualms about doing it again. Besides, they needed the money.
“Great!” Rocco cheered. That would be more to his liking anyway. Having the two black stallions pummel a pretty blonde was the stuff of porn legends.
“Tell me you’re not going to do this,” Kat pleaded. She was repulsed at the thought of any one other that her own race.
“What choice do we have?” Crystal replied and headed over to the bed. The script, if you could call it that, called for her to be laid across the bed reading, when all of a sudden two naked black men walk in. Only in porn. After a few lines of corny porn dialog to accompany the cheesy porn music, Crystal took the first man deep in her throat. The man’s knees buckled when his dick touched her tonsils.
The other man came around and arranged her so he could lap his huge tongue on her vagina. Kat regretted her racism when the expert licked Crystal to a violent orgasm. The first man was now fully erect and slid into the quivering vagina as the other took his place in her mouth.
“I’ll give you an extra five hundred bucks if you jump in there,” Rocco said to Kat sweetening the deal. No sooner did the words clear his mouth did Crystal come again, making the deal that much sweeter.
“You wanna fuck me nigger?” Kat spat venomously as she climbed onto the bed and into the scene. The black man in Crystal mouth looked at her oddly as she lay back and spread her legs. He was confused and shot a glance over to Rocco who motioned him on. The large man aimed his huge dick at Kat’s pussy and rammed himself inside.
“Arrgh!!” Kat exclaimed when he hit her cervix. “Fuck this pussy, you black motherfucker!”
Only it wasn’t pussy the man was after. He slammed into her viciously in search of a kidney or spleen to rupture. They both hated that it felt so good. Kat continued hurling insults and racial epithets at him causing him to fuck her harder, which was just what she wanted.
“Take this dick you white bitch whore! Piece of shit!” he grunted while pounding.
“You trying to make me cum Kunta Kinte? Huh Leroy?” Kat yelled both fighting against and longing for the imminent orgasm building. “Ok, ok, you win! I’ll cum,” she whined as she convulsed.
The actor couldn’t take any more and pulled out spaying semen on Kat’s body.
“That was fucking great!” Rocco laughed. He loved it and couldn’t believe his luck. This was sure to go down in interracial porn history. Crystal allowed her suitor to ejaculate all over her face and hair, winding up the scene. They scheduled another shot for the following weekend. Kat made sure to slide Kunta Kinte her cell number.
Chapter 23
The girls partied hard with their new source of income until the feds came knocking. Rocco was arrested and indicted on charges from Atlanta to his native Brooklyn. The well had officially run dry.
“A buddy of mine owns the Hall. I can get you guys in. Especially you, Crystal,” Two said as he ran a shot of meth into Kats foot.
“What’s that suppose to mean? Especially her!” Kat demanded.
“I’m just saying, um you know guys like dumb blondes.” Two laughed, attempting to clean up the statement.
The Hall was a seedy step club located on Bedford Highway and it catered to a mixed crowd. The club featured Black, White and Latino dancers. Crystal readily accepted, sucked in by the lure of easy cash daily. The party must go on. She had been in Damian’s club plenty of times but since she was regulated to turning trips in the back rooms, she had never hit the stage. Nonetheless, she had learned a variety of dance moves from her time spent with Jasmine.
On the girls’ first night, they floated in high off fresh shots. Kat was first to hit the stage and received a lukewarm reception. She was as pretty enough but her small frame was out of place in a strip club. A few men watched and offered dollar bills but the majority of the patrons were not enthused. Most carried on private conversations waiting for another dancer to take the pole position.
When Crystal arrived on the stage the club took notice. The pretty blue-eyed blonde was a breath of fresh air compared to her trailer-trash counterpart. Then she moved like the black girls. The men rushed the stage handing tips of tens and twenties vying for her attention. It was literally raining money as Crystal shook her ass to the music.
At the end of the night, Crystal left with slightly over a grand to Kat’s two hundred. The relationship between the two changed in an instant. Kat became curt and down right nasty towards her from that night on. Crystal couldn’t figure out what happened until she overheard Kat talking about her to Two. The malicious lies held one truth, it was time to move.
The first move was to an extended stay motel. A stone’s throw from the club, the small room was jammed packed with clothes and personal effects. The one hundred fifty dollars a week rent left her plenty of money for more important things, drugs. A few nights a week, Crystal would select a customer to go home with. Sometimes she went to the highest bidder sometimes the one most likely to please her.
Soon she had built a fan base of regulars who assisted in various aspects of life. Mr. Pits managed an upscale apartment complex. Crystal fucked her way into a nice one bedroom unit. Mr. Hodges supplied all the furnishings from his store in exchange for his weekly visits.
A cocaine dealer named Arnell had taken a liking to Crystal’s throat and dropped off an eight ball or more for a blowjob. She had a good run. A great one, in fact, but no one can use that much drugs and not be adversely affected. They were slowly wearing her down.
To make matters worse, Darnell accidently left an eight ball of crack cocaine instead of the powered variety. Crystal ignored it for a couple of days until ‘it’ finally convinced her to smoke it. That first hit was the first of thousands to come. As if adding insult to injury, or kicking someone when they’re down, Crystal added another addictive drug into her life. She still shot meth for breakfast, then smoked crack periodically throughout the day.
At first, Darnell had refused to sell her any more dope. He knew the ramifications of its use, but ultimately he was a drug dealer and money was god. He fucked the daylights out of her one last time before she officially became a customer.
Crystal’s routine changed overnight as crack became a habit. She began blowing customers off in favor of sucking a pipe. As a result her weight began to plummet causing her to lose even more of her regulars. Mr. Pitt asked her to move out of the apartment in favor of someone younger, cleaner and more coherent. Back in the motel, she decided to try her hand back in the Hall.
She was almost tossed out once the manager got a look at her. Crystal was still as pretty as ever but her frame was rail thin. He felt bad enough to give here one last shot. When the name ‘Crystal Blue’ was announced as next on stage a wave of excitement swept through the club. It instantly turned into shocked horror as the shell of the former beauty took the stage.
“Is that the same one?” a confused patron asked. “Looks like her mom maybe,” came one reply. “Grand mom is more like it,” came another. She looked so pitiful on the stage. A few men offered sympathy tips while most averted their eyes. Finally, the owner gave her a hundred dollars from his own pocket and asked her to leave. Leave she did with one hundred fourteen dollars.
After securing her meth. Crystal called Darnell to spend the remaining fifty but he refused to
meet her for that paltry sum. “Betta take yo ass down to Fulton Industrial. You might be able to turn a trick or two and get some money to spend,” he said harshly before hanging up on her.
Fulton Industrial Blvd. was an industrial area of west Atlanta known for truckers and prostitutes. With those two vital elements in place, a flourishing drug market was a given. Crystal turned right after exiting I-20 and immediately saw the tall tale signs of drug activity. Young black men moved about running up to cars to supply their wares.
She pulled into the parking lot for a particularly busy motel and parked. She chose to park on the side opposite the dealers and walk over. As she made her way over she spied several cars whose drivers were leaned back enjoying a blowjob. Darnell’s statement of turning a few tricks popped into her head.
It would have been a smart move to suck a dick or two while she was there but she was too eager to get high. She exchanged the last fifty bucks she had for five small clear bags containing five small rocks. After driving a half an hour she drove back over and turned a few tricks in the parking lot.
She was shocked to learn that a blowjob only fetched twenty bucks on the street. It took five of them to get enough money for enough drugs to get her through the night. The next morning Crystal ran a shot of meth in her foot to start the day. She forced herself to eat a burger knowing that once she started smoking she would not stop to eat.
When Crystal arrived to Fulton Industrial during the day she was amazed at how dramatically the climate had changed. It was now a busy, bustling thoroughfare. Instead of the Black and Latino Johns she serviced the night before, the strip now had white professional types cruising for action.
There was also a lot more competition. On every corner she saw scantily clad whores for sale. Crystal parked in the motel from the previous night to set up shop.
She only walked three feet before a middle-aged white man pulled to a stop. He hit the unlock button on his spanking new volvo and invited her in. “Date?” he smiled waving a fifty-dollar bill. Ten minutes later she exited the vehicle fifty dollars richer. This immediately repeated itself and then repeated once more.
“Hey don’t be taking all my business!” a squeaky voice called behind Crystal as she hopped out of her fourth car. Fear swept through Crystal thinking she may have been intruding on someone’s turf. She whipped around prepared to apologize or run and saw a tiny black woman smiling back at her.
“I’m sorry I’m new… I just…” Crystal stammered.
“Just messing with you girl,” she laughed as she approached. “I aint like these other hoes out here trying claim no spot. My name’s Annette but err body call me ‘Lil Bit.’”
“Well hey Lil’ Bit. My name is Crystal.” She was relieved not to have trouble.
“You new around here. I aint seent you round hur?” Lil bit announced. “You smoke?”
“Do I!” Crystal exclaimed eagerly. The two fast friends retreated to Lil’ Bit’s room and shared a few hits. The buddies turned a few more tricks and went back to smoke some more. By the end of the day, Crystal drove over to collect her belongings from her hotel and moved in with Lil’ Bit.
Crystal still shot her meth in the morning but the rest of the day was spent tricking for crack. Customers wanted head, which left her longing for cock. She would occasionally go out at night in search of some black john generous with his money and dick. They didn’t mind paying for the still pretty white girl. It was a win/win situation in the streets.
One night after returning from one such episode, she found the room empty. It struck her as off since Lil’ Bit rarely ventured out at night. Crystal began smoking lightly trying to save some for her buddy. She tried but failed.
Lil’ Bit still hadn’t returned by the next morning. This troubled Crystal but it didn’t stop the show. She shot up and rushed out to catch the noon rush. The nearby executives loved a stiff drink and blowjob for lunch.
Today was particularly busy and Crystal was turning tricks left and right, in and out of cars at a fast pace. Just as she exited one car, she spied the coveted red truck. All the whores on patrol knew that it’s driver spent handsomely for a few minutes of work. It was rounding the corner where several other prostitutes sold themselves. Crystal knew she had to act fast so she took off after it.
She ducked trough a wooded area in attempt to cut him off. As she ran she tripped over something, falling flat on her face. “Shit!!!” Crystal cursed, pounding her first on the earth. The red truck pulled to a stop allowing a crack whore inside. She looked to see what tripped her and cost her a hundred dollar john. It was a leg. Lil Bit’s dead leg attached to her dead body.
Chapter 24
The murder of her friend barely caused a ripple in the fabric of life along Fulton Industrial. Lil’ Bit was stuffed inside a child-sized body bag with the scarf used to choke her still attached to her neck. Authorities were in and out in under a half hour. A cat stuck in a tree in her old neighborhood would have gotten more attention.
“I gotta go home,” Crystal announced to no one in particular. It had finally dawned on her just how far away from home she really was. “After today, this is it!” she declared firmly.
“Date ma’am?” a handsome cowboy type asked politely, pulling Crystal back to the task at hand. Tricking.
“Sure!” Crystal beamed, prepaid to climb aboard the mini-monster truck.
“Do you have a room? I reckon I would like to fuck,” he announced in a twang that could only be grown in Texas.
“I reckon I do,” said Crystal. She had been sucking old dicks all day, so a good fucking would be a welcome change.
Since Crystal didn’t wear much clothing, she was naked in a flash. She sat on the bed and eagerly watched the cowboy undress. She gave him enough head to get him fully erect and laid back. He rolled a condom down his shaft and went to work. He gave her a thorough fucking that was both firm yet tender.
Crystal pretended he was her boyfriend. And they were making love for the first time. The illusion worked and she came just before he did.
“Thank you, kindly ma’am,” the cowboy announced as he put his clothes back on. He was so polite he probably would have tipped his hat had he had it on.
“No thank you!” Crystal smiled still buzzing from the good sex. She opened her purse to add his money to hers allowing him to see her bankroll. It was only a couple of hundred dollars but to a crack-addicted cowboy on the run, it was a gold mine.
“Close ya eyes little lady. I have a surprise for yer,” he smiled placing one hand behind his back.
“A surprise!” Crystal gushed and quickly complied.
“No peeking,” He lifted her chin up. She closed her eyes tightly and never saw the blow coming. Since he had actually been a cowpuncher, the girl didn’t stand a chance.
The blow knocked her out cold. He quickly removed the money from her purse then rummaged around the room in search of valuables, finding none. This time he did tip his hat as he left the room. “Ma’am,” he nodded as he closed the door behind him.
Crystal wasn’t going to feel so lucky when she finally awoke but John Wayne Merick had killed four prostitutes in as many states. She was very lucky indeed.
The blow allowed Crystal to get some much needed sleep. It was well after dark when she finally awoke. It still took several minutes to piece together the events leading to the empty purse and huge lump on her head. Nevertheless, the show had to go on. There was meth to be shot and crack to be smoked. That meant that some dicks had to be sucked.
As Crystal made her way down to the street, she passed a room full of boys she knew to be sellers. She knew better than to ask for credit, but these were extenuating circumstances. To her anyway. “Excuse me, but I’m… well front me a dime til I can go make me some change,” she asked pleadingly.
“Make some change?” one young boy frowned. “What you finna do? Suck some dick?”
“As a matter of fact I am,” Crystal shot back. She was far beyond shame at this point of h
er young life.
“Shit come on to our room, you can hook us up,” the other boy announced. Crystal agreed and followed the two boys to a room containing at least ten more. Crystal multiplied that dime times ten and thought she had struck gold. Hell, she could blow the room and be smoking in no time.