Next on her schedule was a study period, which took place in the cafeteria. Candy accepted there’d be trouble when she walked in and the noise level in the large, vaulted-ceiling hall cranked to high volume. She looked for a teacher in charge. She needed to sit where she’d be semi-protected by an adult presence, but none looked to be in control.
She slunk down onto the first bench she could find at the far end of a sparsely populated table. She opened her books to feign study, and after a few minutes, her shoulders relaxed down from her ears. But then the taunting commenced.
“Ooh baby,” called a male voice.
“What, what?” It got joined by a second.
“There’s a new niña pollita in the house.” There arose an even gruffer third.
Candy kept her eyes glued to the pages in front of her, hoping the comments weren’t being aimed in her direction. No such luck. The table shook as something slammed down. She raised her eyes and noticed her previous tablemates made haste to head for different real estate. Five big males, dressed completely in black and draped in various degrees of chains, had thrown their books on the table.
“Yo, sweet cheeks.” The largest of the bunch, the one taking the lead, sat on the bench and sidled up to Candy until his thigh pressed up against hers. She could smell the cheap aftershave and stale cigarette smoke that clung to him like a skin. “I’m Thiago.” He bent his head down until his voice tickled at her ear. “They call me Thug.” He quickly rattled off four other names that Candy didn’t catch while indicating his friends. She’d been too busy trying to regulate her breathing and appear unintimidated.
At least one group like this ruled at every school. Her last school had several of its own, but because she’d grown up amongst them, they left her alone. Known quantities were never as much fun as the new kid on the block. And that’s who she was now.
“What’s your name Senorita Caliente Cosa?” Thug draped an unwanted arm over her shoulders and tugged her into his side. The rest of his gang placed themselves strategically around the table, which meant that Candy couldn’t move away.
She turned defiant violet eyes toward the leader of the pack. “Candy,” she said, steadily. If she exhibited fear, they’d eat her up and spit her out.
“Where’d you get those fucked up eyes, baby?” Thug looked momentarily taken aback as he stared down at her. “Those are fake, right. Right?”
“Nope. They’re mine.” Candy let the objects under scrutiny wander for a moment around the room.
Two or three other gangs waited in the periphery to see how the currently seated group made out. If she fended these guys off, she’d eventually be targeted by others. Any way you looked at it, she’d found trouble. There were no friends here to cover her back.
Candy looked the current group over. If she wanted to stay in one piece, she had to align herself with somebody. She gave a shaky mental shrug. It might as well be Thug’s group.
Of the bunch, no doubt Thug would be her best protector. He appeared big and decidedly dangerous, but there’d been a little something unsure about him as he’d asked about her eye color. She turned her big violets up to him now and gave him her sweetest smile. “And they like what they see.” She laid a steady hand on his thigh and gave a little squeeze.
Candy got the response she wanted. Thug twitched nervously but puffed up his chest and gave a smug look to his cronies.
“You’ll sit with us every day,” he told Candy, placing his hand over hers. He looked daggers at the unseated wolves around the cafeteria, waiting to pounce. “And we’ll walk you home.”
Candy dipped her head in fake humility. “Gracias. You are mi salvador,” she agreed, trying not to show any trepidation. She wasn’t sure what she’d just gotten herself into, but at least by accepting Thug’s protection, she would be safe from other gangs.
Candy attempted to make sense of her algebra while Thug’s guys postured and laughed. She got the feeling a few of them wanted her ass on their main menu later. She just hoped Thug could keep his own guys at bay. Every now and then, she gave him a wide-eyed, breathless look, hoping to keep his ego stoked.
It seemed like the longest day of her life, going through the rest of her classes, but eventually the final bell rang. Candy wondered if she could get away cleanly, and leaped to her feet, joining the first groups to leave the school. Perhaps she could beat Thug and his guys out the door. The last thing she wanted was for them to know where she lived.
The way these gangs worked, once they recruited you, they owned your ass. She had no doubt Thug answered to an older brother or cousin who would make sure she fell in with whatever “business” they conducted on the streets. She would end up selling drugs or ferrying weapons; things that weren’t on her top ten list of shit she wanted to accomplish in life. Damn. She’d known this move to a new neighborhood would be bad. She just hadn’t figured how much.
It was her luck Thug waited for her at the big wrought iron gates outside. She plastered a cheerful look onto her face as he took her arm. “Hey, baby,” he greeted. “We’ll wait here for the guys.”
The guys, she quickly learned, were Javier, Franco, Iker, and Hugo, and they eventually swaggered from the building, sending looks to Candy that had her worried. Thug’s next words confirmed her fears.
“We’re going to Hugo’s house.” His grip on her arm tightened as the group walked. “There’s no one there. His madre works an afternoon shift.”
The male’s strides were long, and Candy had to practically dance to keep up. Every time she lagged behind, Thug took her arm and towed her forward. Damn. She didn’t want to be alone with this group, but obviously, she had no choice.
“We, umm, have an initiation ceremony.” Thug let her know.
Shit. Initiation stuff. Never good. But did Thug sound reluctant, unsure?
“One for guys…and one for girls,” the guy named Iker clarified, grinning evilly. “…and since you’re the only girl we’ve initiated, we took a vote and decided how you’d pay up to be with us.”
“Leave it, Iker.” Thug continued to draw her along. She could hear something biting in his tone, and wondered if he had second thoughts about whatever he’d agreed upon.
Iker’s hand groped at her ass, and she gritted her teeth. She’d already pegged him as the aggressor in this quintet. She had to think fast, or he’d grab more than her butt.
Divide and conquer. Candy’s Latin lesson popped into her head. Yeah. That was it. She might be able to manipulate the situation and get them fighting amongst themselves.
“Hands off, asshole.” She brushed his seeking palm away and wiggled closer to Thug. As she hoped, Thiago came to her rescue.
He spun and barked at Iker. “I said leave it.” He sounded angry. “We’re almost there.”
Candy remained stoic on the outside. Inside, she quaked down to her boots. What the hell would happen once they got to their destination? It didn’t matter. She was in this now, for better or for worse.
Hugo’s home loomed ahead, a modest but clean apartment/townhouse. When they walked in, Iker, without asking, divested Candy of her backpack and stood looking at her, before turning to Thug.
Shit. The group leader―her savior―looked a little green.
“Who’s first?” Iker danced from foot to foot, filled with nervous anticipation.
Candy swallowed around a dry throat. “First at what?” she questioned. Time to find out exactly what these guys had in mind.
“We’re all going to fuck you.” Iker’s hands clenched and unclenched. He was a total head case, and Candy almost puked up her lunch on the spot.
Oh shit, oh shit, she chanted and tried to think fast. She wasn’t about to get out of the apartment unscathed. Things like this happened. Candy and her girlfriends talked about it. They also discussed what they might do if they found themselves in this situation.
What they’d come up with wasn’t ideal…hell, she’d never figured she’d even have to attempt it, but it was better than what
Iker had planned.
“Fucking five of you?” Candy scoffed, and kicked off her boots like an expert preparing to get down to business. “Pretty messy.” She looked around and gave them each what she hoped resembled a practiced eye. “The first guy in gets a nice ride, but after that, things aren’t so interesting any more, and places get…loose.” Candy pouted, hoping she sounded like she knew her stuff.
The boys sported frowns. Her bravado must be working.
“Then I’m getting in there first.” Iker’s face twitched as he dared the others to shut him down.
“Now just wait,” Candy said gently, hoping to calm the volatile youth down. “There’s a way for me to keep everybody happy. We just do things a little differently from the way you had planned.” She batted her eyelashes and boldly eyed the fronts of their pants. Luckily, none looked to be sporting too big a package.
Candy swallowed back her bile. “Who wants a little hummer action?” Looks of incomprehension flashed on all faces.
Good. Not as practiced as they pretended to be. “You know.” She gave them a saucy look. “It makes more sense if I see to it that each one of you has a good time.” She gathered her courage and made the offer. “I’m ready to suck some dick here.”
Bravado and bluster had always played a big part in her life, and she worked it now. If they decided to go with plan A and fuck her, she’d regret it a lot more than what she was about to do. Besides, she and her girlfriends had agreed that blow jobs weren’t really sex.
Shoulder punching from the guys traveled around their circle, and Candy suppressed a shudder, taking their actions as a “yes.” She breathed deeply and kept the smile plastered to her face. Survival, she kept telling herself. If you do this right, you won’t have to spread your legs. A little violation of the mouth she could handle, but to lose her virginity in such an ugly way…
“Who’s first?” She hoped her gleeful hand rubbing didn’t put her too over the top, but if she didn’t clamp them together fast, they’d show the tremors that wracked her body.
Thug stood back and swallowed visibly. His nostrils flared before he levered himself away from the wall where he stood. “Me,” he said, his dark brown eyes unfathomable.
“No fucking way. I’m first.” Iker grabbed Candy’s arm possessively, but Candy stayed cool, counting on the swelling behind Thug’s zipper―and the fact that he remained in charge―to keep her from having to do the crazy guy first.
She sent a hand toward Thug and dared to cup his balls. Her eyes put the question to him. There was no hesitation on his part.
“Take a hike, Iker,” Thug’s voice gritted roughly. He’d stepped up.
Okay. Thiago first. Candy felt somewhat relieved. She couldn’t say why, but Thug didn’t seem like a total asshole. If he could lose the cigarette smell, he might even be appealing.
“You want it here with an audience?” she asked. “Or would you like a private performance?” She glanced down, amazed her hand held steady. She gripped his nuts with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other, easing out his erect cock. He wasn’t too big, which Candy counted as a blessing. She and the girls had practiced blow jobs on various fruit, and he measured only about two thirds of a chiquita.
“Private.”
Did Thug’s voice just crack? She had to remind herself these guys probably talked a big game because they were the tough shits on campus, but they were still young, and some of them would be limited in their experience, just like her.
“Bedroom, Hugo?” Candy asked the apartment owner in her most confident voice. She worked her hand up and down Thug’s shaft as she spoke―like it was the most natural thing in the world―when in fact his was the first cock she’d ever touched.
“Through there.” The male pointed down a hallway to an open door, but his eyes, and the rest of the group’s stayed glued to Candy’s hand as it twirled and tugged. She flipped her hair and led their friend to what they would imagine to be heaven.
Once the door closed behind them, Candy shoved Thug, who easily stood a foot taller than her, onto the edge of the bed into a sitting position then dropped to her knees. Fuck it. Now or never. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.
“Candy.” Thug’s voice intruded as she built up her courage.
“Yeah, Thug?” Dammit, but her voice shook.
“You ever do this before?”
She looked straight at his penis to avoid his eyes. Should she tell him the truth? Would it get her a reprieve or a beating? She decided to trust fate.
“Nope,” she admitted, and a nervous giggle escaped. One that morphed into a sob. “Yours is the first penis I’ve ever even seen.” She swallowed down her nausea.
“Geezus,” he said, pressing his hand over his engorged flesh. “Get up off the floor.”
“You don’t want this?” Candy asked, hoping beyond hope, but not holding out for a last-minute reprieve.
“Yeah.” He looked up at the ceiling. “Of course, I want it.” Thug expelled a huge breath. “But I’m not an asshole.”
Candy struggled to her feet. Her knees shook so badly it took a few seconds. She sat down next to Thug on the bed. They both stared straight ahead at the wall.
Candy broke the silence first. “What will you tell your friends?”
She had a feeling this whole cluster-fuck had been Iker’s idea. He’d been the most jazzed about it. Likely, Thug had been forced to go along with the suggestion to maintain face. His dark eyes smoldered down at Candy. “I’ll tell them you suck great cock, chica. Then I’ll tell them to fuck off because you’re mine.”
Candy could hear the resolve in his voice. Thug really was a good guy and strong. She peeked up at him and had a moment of breathlessness.
“You know,” she twisted a strand of her hair, nervously. “I wouldn’t mind kissing you,” she admitted, suddenly feeling a little more than grateful. He was very good looking, after all.
Thug zipped up his pants, and with great deliberateness, lowered his head. Their lips touched and a spark ignited. Candy’s arms curled up around his neck and she leaned into him, returning his kiss and meeting his tongue half way. She marveled at the new feelings that washed over her body.
Apparently, Thug felt the same. When he pulled away, his breath came hard. “That was amazing, mi bella, chica.”
They took another few minutes to explore each other’s mouths before Thug took her hand and brought her to her feet. “There will be no problemo with my boys, Candy.” He stood up straight and set his shoulders as he led her to the closed door. “You are mine now.”
Confronting his group was not as difficult as Candy had imagined. They postured and goaded― especially Iker―but in the end, Thug’s word was law.
After the drama, they settled into the living room to heckle Miley Cyrus doing her adolescent thing on TV as Candy drank a glass of orange soda and sat on Thug’s lap. Initially she did it to steer clear of the rest of the gang, but eventually she found herself enjoying the look she ignited in his eyes.
In the ensuing months, she and Thug got to know each other better. They ended up dating. He eventually got his first blow job, and quite a few more after that. He understood she was a “good girl” in that Catholic way, and he didn’t press her for sex. But try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to go down on her. After all, that was a sin.
So, they never went all the way. He got her mouth, she got his fingers, and it ended up being enough for both of them. To lose her virginity before marriage would go against God…and disappoint her mother.
True to his word, Thug cherished and protected her throughout high school. And then, he introduced her to the man who would change her life.
Chapter Eleven
“So you saved yourself for…” Enlil didn’t want to finish the sentence, but Candy had no problem with it.
“…for marriage, as antiquated as that sounds.” She shrugged. “Although, I may have left myself on the shelf way past my expiration date.” Candy poked fun
at herself. “Not many people reach the age of thirty-one still mint in the box.”
He backtracked. “And the blow jobs?” Candy had been completely skilled at the one she’d given him.
“Well, I continued to reward Thug for saving me from group rape, and once I’d shown him paradise, I couldn’t very well withhold it after.” Candy sounded amused and smug. “So even though we didn’t commit the big sin,” she chortled, “we did violate a lesser one. A whole lot. And,” She twitched her little nose. “I got really good at it.”
Enlil wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but couldn’t stop from asking. “Tell me again why he didn’t return the favor?” He hadn’t quite understood that part.
Candy raised an eyebrow. “It’s really none of your fucking business, but since I’ve opened my big yap about everything else, why not give you a clean sweep.” She sighed. “He gave it one halfhearted attempt, and it turned out to be a huge failure.” She rolled her eyes. “He wasn’t into it at all. He didn’t like the smell or the taste. After that one embarrassing try, he acted so miserable that I never had him do it again. It just wasn’t his thing. We kept it one sided.”
Enlil growled and plunked one strong leg back over Candy’s prone body. “I think I may find this Thug and beat the shit out of him.” How could a red-blooded guy not want the taste of Candy on his lips? Her scent wafted heady, and her flavor, pure ambrosia. The asshole had been wrong on every level.
Enlil didn’t expect Candy’s hearty laugh. “Good luck with that. Thug’s been married for nine years, has three little kids, and his wife would wipe the floor with you if you touched a hair on her man’s head. She’s a big bruiser.” Candy convulsed with giggles. “And I’ll bet he goes down on her every time she tells him to.”
Enlil acquiesced graciously. It sounded like the guy lived with enough trouble. He let the idea of retribution slip away, while plans of a different kind formed.
“Speaking of which…” Enlil’s fingers sought and delved again, finding warmth and a welcoming wetness. Candy arched forward for a moment, but then brushed him away.
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