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Authors name: Glaucus (Address withheld)
Story title : Hood Nightmare

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Hood Nightmare (M+/F, intr, wife, nc)
by Glaucus (Address withheld)

***

"Scott? What are you doing? You're not done yet?" Beth 
groaned out as her husband, Scott collapsed on top of 
her. His penis shrinking quickly inside her as his semen 
left a wet spot on the sheets beneath her crotch.
 
"Oh come on, It's been a long day. I can't go on forever 
when I have to be up for work in the morning," Scott 
groaned as he rolled off of his wife. 
 
"Yes! I guess," Beth groaned to herself as Scott rolled 
over and pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. Beth 
had wondered what was missing in their sex life. Scott 
seemed to be so inadequate compared to what her friend at 
school said about their boyfriends.

Their love making sessions where once or twice a week, 
and they only lasted a short minute or two once he 
entered her. Beth climbed out of bed and walked over to 
the bathroom to wipe herself clean of his semen. She 
hated sleeping in the wet spot. When she returned Scott 
was nearly asleep.
 
"Scott honey," Beth whispered into his ear. She caressed 
his large chest with her hand hoping to revive him. Scott 
rolled over looking annoyed. Beth herself became very 
annoyed at his babyish behavior. "Honey, do you remember 
that fantasy you told me about before we got married?" 
Beth looked into his eyes and watched them light up with 
interest. Scott had wanted her to dress up in a slutty 
outfit and pretend to be a prostitute. Beth had thought 
the idea ridiculous, but now that she was a year married 
and still woefully unsatisfied, she decided to entertain 
the idea.
 
The longest Scott had ever made love to her was five 
minutes. Beth had just turned twenty, and her body 
attracted the glances of every guy she walked past at the 
campus. She regularly received propositions from guys on 
campus, and each time she dutifully announced she was 
happily married.

Beth was a shapely five foot five with large breasts, 
rock hard abdomen, shapely ass, and curvy legs. She 
always wore her make up tastefully and had her brown hair 
fashioned in the latest style. Lately she had began to 
question Scott's ability to perform in bed, but only in 
her mind. She had always thought that sexual performance 
followed good looks, and Scott was a very handsome young 
man. 
 
In another two years she would have her nursing degree. 
Beth had learned her handsome husband was a little dim in 
the intelligence category. Despite his lack of 
intelligence, he made a good lawyer and was able to 
afford a nice home for them both in the suburbs.
 
"What do you have in mind?" Scott said as he looked up at 
Beth laying beside him. Scott was indeed lacking in 
sexual experience and he knew it. The only other women he 
had been with was a prostitute he had paid for in the 
city. He never had an erection with her. He spent the 
entire hour watching her suck and stroke his cock in 
frustration. When she walked out, she had told him he had 
the smallest cock she had ever seen. He still had not 
recovered from the pain of being turned out by a 
prostitute.
 
"Well, you know how you wanted to see me dressed real 
sexy and stuff, do you think that would excite you more? 
Would that make you want me more?" Beth asked gently. She 
watched him smile coyly.
 
"Yeah, well yes!" Scott said as he realized Beth was 
willing to play his game. "And you would even go walk on 
the street and let me pick you up in my car?" Scott said 
excitedly.
 
"Well I guess," Beth said softly. She had hoped just the 
clothes would do, but if he actually wanted to see her in 
public wearing them, then she would give it a try. It was 
not like her friends at school would see her. "what do 
you want me to wear anyway?" Beth asked.
 
"I'll take you out at lunch tomorrow and show you. Can we 
do it tomorrow night?" Scott asked.
 
"I guess," Beth answered cautiously. Scott reached up and 
kissed her warmly on the lips. They slept in each other's 
arms for the first time since their honeymoon that night.
 
~~~~~~~
 
Beth stepped off the subway and nervously made her way 
through the station. She tried to ignore the smiles from 
the men as she walked by in her high heels, and the looks 
of disdain from the women who tried to ignore her. She 
had never dressed so slutty in her life. Scott had taken 
her to a cheap discount clothes store at lunch and picked 
out the slinkiest clothes he could find.
 
Beth was strutting through the terminal in cheap white 
leather high heels and pantyhose. Scott had picked out a 
tight pink miniskirt that just covered her only a few 
inches below her panties. The tight pink blouse he picked 
out for her barely covered her bra-less breasts, and the 
blouse was cut to show off her shoulders and bully 
button. She glanced down in embarrassment to see her 
nipples poking out through the thin material because of 
the cold night air. Her only protection was the ample 
make up she had piled onto her face to finish off Scott's 
prostitute look. He even had her fluff her hair up high 
like the girls she used to laugh at in school.
 
"Hey honey, I got a car in the lot over there if yeah 
want to make some quick cash." Grumbled a dirty unshaven 
man who bumped up against her. She thought she felt his 
erection press against her ass during his brief contact 
with her.
 
"What? I beg your pardon!" Beth hissed in her arrogant 
controlling voice. The man looked at her in confusion.
 
"Fifty bucks," he said with a smile. "Fifty bucks for 
some fun before you hit the street. You won't get twenty 
in an hour. I'm paying for the freshness," the man 
groaned as he reached out to take her by the arm.
 
"NO!" Beth replied and pulled away from him. She walked 
down the street toward were Scott had told her he would 
pick her up. Beth was becoming slightly nervous at the 
prospect of being out on the street for long.
 
Beth watched the tall skyscrapers disappear behind her as 
she approached the adult district. She placed her hand on 
her purse and felt the can of mace waiting patiently for 
her to call it into action. She stepped onto the street 
Scott had told her about. She felt her heart race in her 
chest. It was not even sun down and there were other 
girls standing around. The prostitutes gave her a quick 
glance and turned away. Beth read the signs on the 
buildings and shivered. The street was lined with one-
hour hotels and smut shops as far as she could see.
 
"Better keep on walkin girl! This block is Lamar's block! 
He's skin yeah alive you take any the tricks from his 
street!" Cackled a slutty Black prostitute who was 
smoking a hand rolled cigarette as she showed her legs to 
the cars passing by.
 
"I won't," Beth said shamefully as she hurried past the 
woman. She passed eight more prostitutes before she 
finally came to a relatively quiet section of the street. 
She stopped and looked around. The sun was setting 
quickly and she thought it would be dark in no time at 
all. She stood in front of a vacant parking lot and 
stared down the street in both directions. She seemed to 
be standing in a quiet area between two very active 
sections of the avenue. One block down in either 
direction, the prostitutes were standing and waving to 
the passing cars. Beth stood beside a pole and tried to 
blend in without attracting attention.
 
"Hey honey, how much?" Asked a dark Black man with a 
beard as he pulled up to the curb beside her. Beth felt 
herself tremble in embarrassment. 
 
"I'm not working yet." She said in her dumbest voice. 
Trying to play the part for Scott.
 
"Fifty bucks for a blow job! What yeah say?" Asked the 
man as he unlocked the door for her. Beth smiled politely 
and shook her head no. "ok! Sixty! But you better 
swallow!" Grunted the man.
 
"No. I said I'm not working yet!" Beth said. The man 
shook his head at her and sped off. Beth smiled in 
relief. No sooner did he pull over to the curb a block 
up, did another car pull up beside her.
 
"Twenty five for a blow job?" Asked the greasy Latino 
behind the wheel. Beth shook her head no. He spit at her 
and sped off.
 
Beth stood on the street impatiently stroking the mace 
can in her purse as the cars approached one after another 
to pick her up. She began pacing restlessly trying to 
ignore them, hoping Scott would hurry up and get here. 
 
"Hey girl! Come here!" Rasped a deep voice from a white 
Cadillac with Blacked out windows that had just pulled up 
beside her. Beth ignored the car a minute hoping it would 
speed off too.
 
"Yo Bitch! get yo ass over here!" Crooned the deep voice 
from inside the car. Beth turned in shock and stared at 
the small slit in the window trying to see who it was.
 
"I'm not working right now!" Beth replied in her best 
dumb voice. The car window rolled down and Beth saw the 
man propositioning her. The face looking back at her was 
coal Black, shaved bald, large, and mean looking. 
 
"Who the hell you working for? I ain't never seen you on 
this street before!" Growled the man from inside the car. 
Beth looked down the street for Scott's car, hoping he 
would hurry.
 
"He's not here yet." Beth said shallowly as she tried to 
compose herself. She tightened her grip on the mace 
container.
 
"Nobody works this street without talkin to me first! Now 
get in this car while we wait for yo pimp! I gonna just 
make a deal with him before you start doin tricks!" 
Growled the muscular Black man from inside the car. Beth 
saw the door pop open for her to climb in. She stepped 
back and took hold of the mace can, readying her flight.
 
"No! I cant!" Beth said with a rapidly trembling tone. 
She started to step back when she saw a pair of headlight 
shine into her face.
 
"Scott!" She cried softly to herself as she ran to his 
car. She reached to the door and found it locked. He 
rolled the window down for her to talk to him.
 
"How much lady?" Scott asked dumbly as he stared at his 
wife trembling outside the car door. Beth frowned and 
stepped back.
 
"Twenty five dollars." She said turning on her dumb 
hooker voice. She stared at the Cadillac waiting against 
the curb in front of them. 
 
"Deal," Scott announced and unlatched the car door. Beth 
hurried up and climbed into his car. She was relieved to 
see him pull away and leave the Cadillac waiting beside 
the curb. Beth smiled and sat back in the seat. Scott's 
little fantasy turned out all right after all.
 
"I'm takin yeah to the one hour motel down the road. What 
are you gonna do for twenty five bucks lady?" Scott said 
excitedly. Beth smiled. 
 
"Anything you want mister!" Beth giggled as she reached 
over and placed her hand on his crotch. She felt his 
erection throbbing beneath his trousers and smiled. She 
would be ecstatic if he made love to her for an entire 
hour, even if it was in a sleazy motel.
 
"We're here!" Scott announced as he pulled the car into 
the small u-shaped lot surrounded by motel rooms. Scott 
left her in the car while he ran up to the office and got 
keys to a room. When he returned, he eagerly led Beth up 
the stairs to the second story room.
 
"Well here it is lady! Show me what you got!" Scott 
laughed as he opened the door and led Beth inside.
 
"OK mister!" Beth giggled as she looked around the dingy 
room. It was the size of their laundry room, just bed, 
closet sized bathroom, and bolted down television. Scott 
turned on the television and Beth was shocked to see an 
adult movie light the screen up. She blushed beneath the 
thick make up and then smiled. "let me blow your cock 
first!" She chuckled dumbly and dropped to her knees on 
the dirty carpet.
 
"Oh yeah, let me lay down!" Scott stuttered as Beth 
unbuttoned his trousers. He sat down on the bed and 
watched Beth pull his raging hard on free. She 
immediately sucked it into her mouth and began licking 
it. Beth never sucked him before tonight and he felt like 
taking her on the bed right then. 
 
"Oh yeah mister! It's so big!" Beth giggled dumbly as she 
held her husbands cock in her hand and licked the head. 
She began wrapping her lips around it experimentally, 
trying to see how it fit in her mouth. Scott laid back on 
the bed and she watched his expressions as she 
experimented with sucking his pole in and licking it. She 
did this for five minutes while he flinched and groaned 
wildly on the bed before her. They didn't notice the 
footsteps on the walk outside the room, or the face 
peering though the crack in the curtains.
 
"Oh god! I think I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you keep 
that up!" Scott groaned as he thrust his hips up and 
plunged his cock into Beth's suckling mouth. Beth smiled 
and pulled her head free, not wanting his semen any were 
near her mouth or face.
 
"Oh baby! Don't yeah want the rest of me first?" Beth 
said seductively as she stood up before him and posed for 
him. Scott smiled with wonder as he watched Beth wiggle 
her hips and slowly slide her fingers into the waistband 
of the tiny miniskirt. Neither he nor she heard the noise 
of Lamar jimmying the door open with a credit card. When 
the door swung open, Beth had worked her skirt down just 
around her waist and was about to pull it completely down 
to her ankles.
 
"MOVIN IN ON MY TERRITORY HUH!" Lamar shouted as he took 
Beth by the hair and flung her against the wall. She fell 
down confused and dazed before she could even utter a 
word. Scott jumped up in fright, his trousers hanging 
down around his knees. "Muther fucker! Are you the girl's 
man? HUH?" Shouted Lamar. 
 
"Yes.." Scott uttered sheepishly as he stared at the 
knife wielding Black man standing menacingly before him.
 
"You dumb muther fucker! I'm gonna teach you to slide 
your girls in on my territory!" Lamar shouted as he swung 
his massive fist through the air and connected with 
Scott's jaw. Beth had opened her eyes in time to see her 
husband smack into the dingy carpeted floor with a thud. 
She screamed.
 
~~~~~~~
 
Scott woke from the coma three months later. His family 
spent the week nursing him back onto his feet. Beth had 
not been heard from since the night of his beating. The 
police had told him she had probably been murdered. Scott 
remembered the sight of the large muscular Black man 
forcing his huge penis into Beth's tight pussy. 

She screamed, he screamed, and the Black man laughed, 
telling him the girl worked for him now. Scott had jumped 
up to fight twice, and each time been knocked out. The 
last thing he remembered was looking down from the 
balcony as a muscular Black man pushed his screaming wife 
into his car. Lamar had been hefting him over the rail to 
the concrete below. On his way down he stared at his 
screaming wife sitting in the back seat of their car. 
 
Scott went home after a week. Not saying anything to his 
family about what had happened to Beth the night he was 
beaten. He built up his strength, and went back to work 
at the law firm. He received the condolences from all his 
collogues about the tragedy he endured. The loss of his 
wife. Scott was unable to believe Beth had been murdered.
 
~~~~~~~
 
Scott drove into the city two weeks after his recovery. 
He pulled onto hooker row and began to slowly drive down 
the road, keeping his eyes open for the pimp who had 
beaten him into a coma months ago.
 
~~~~~~~
 
Beth stepped out of the car and took a tissue form her 
purse. She wiped the cum from her hand and watched her 
last customer drive away. The Black man had wanted a 
quick blowjob and she had earned another ten dollars for 
Lamar. As she took out her compact and reapplied her 
lipstick, Sandy stepped up to her and smiled.
 
"Girl you ready to head on over to the house, the big 
spenders just about ready to come out!" Sandy squeaked as 
she stared at Beth. Beth looked up like a mouse and 
smiled. Sandy was Beth's boss ever since Lamar sent her 
out on the streets to earn money two months ago.
 
"Ok, do you think Lamar will give me some extra crack for 
doing good tonight?" Beth sighed hoping she would get 
some extra relief. Beth had recently given up her 
struggles to resist Lamar's total control of her body. 
Now, Beth flowed with his plans for her and hoped for 
every small pleasure he would give her.
 
"Yeah girl! He might. I think he might even take off that 
choker collar he makes you wear. You been fuckin and 
suckin like a real whore these past two weeks. I think 
he's ready to set you loose." Sandy grinned wide lipped 
at Beth. Beth watched the large gold tooth in the husky 
Black woman's mouth glitter in the streetlight. Sandy had 
been doing tricks for ten years now that is why Lamar put 
her in charge of Beth.
 
Beth smiled back. She had a gap in her upper front teeth 
from where Lamar had punched her. It was one of the last 
lessons she learned before submitting completely to the 
Black pimps orders. As she walked down the street with 
the older hooker, she straightened her breasts under the 
thin tube top. The last john had groped her tits roughly 
while she blew his cock in the car. She smiled at the 
thought of loosing the dog choker. Lamar made her wear 
the collar to display his lack of trust in her. The other 
hookers treated her like trash because Lamar singled her 
out.
 
"I hope he does, the johns sometimes grab it and choke me 
with it. They call me a little white dog." Beth said 
quietly to her companion. In the beginning, when she 
resisted, It was just Lamar who fucked her. He fucked her 
for over a month while she learned to obey him. Then 
Lamar found a different white girl and sent her out to 
the streets. Beth despised Carrie for moving in and 
moving her out. Carrie worshipped Lamar and did 
everything he asked, including humiliating Beth. Lamar 
had Sandy bleach Beth's hair blonde to match Carries long 
blonde hair. In the end, Lamar chose Carrie, and Beth was 
sent to the streets to hook.
 
"Girl you talk to much! Don't you worry what they call 
you, just as long as they got the money to pay you when 
it's over! You is a little white dog!" Sandy cackled. 
Beth winced at the large woman's shrill voice as she 
laughed at her. Beth thought back to the last two months 
on the street. She must have fucked a hundred men a week, 
and nearly all of them where Black men. To them, she was 
just a little white tramp, something to fuck and abuse, 
to blame all there problems on.
 
The two women where now nearly in front of Lamar's house. 
She looked at the street in front of the building and saw 
Lamar sitting down with five Black men of his posse. She 
had fucked each one of them at least a dozen times 
already. They where large and rough, they treated her 
badly, but they never hurt her like Lamar did. When she 
went into the hotel, she knew Lamar would give her a 
couple of hits of crack when she turned over the 
evening's money. Then she would wait in the front room 
for the men to stroll in. She figured she would fuck at 
least two dozen men tonight and make Lamar over a 
thousand dollars.
 
"Hey girl, looks like you got one last customer, and 
fucken shit, looks like a white boy!" Sandy cackled 
softly as the brown sedan pulled up to the curb beside 
the two women. Beth stood silently by the gate to Lamar's 
house while Sandy bent down to the window and negotiated 
the price for her. She heard Sandy laugh and point back 
to her. Then she stepped away and nodded. Beth pulled her 
breasts up high and strutted over to the car.
 
"Ok mister, what did yeah agree on?" Beth said softly as 
she opened the car door and sat down in the seat. She 
looked down at the john's crotch without looking him in 
the face, and noticed he wasn't hard yet, she had begun 
to hate the ones that took a long time to get off.
 
"Uhhh. Uhhh. Beth. Is that really you?" Said the voice 
beside her. Beth broke the first rule of hooking and 
stared at the man sitting beside her. She had not been 
called Beth since before the night. Lamar called her 
Vanilla, most of the other girls called her doggie. He 
jaw froze in fear as she stared at her husband.
 
"Scott! Oh my god! Oh my god! Lamar said he killed you! 
He said he broke your neck!" Beth stuttered weakly as the 
memories of her previous life came flooding back to her.
 
"He beat me up really bad. I was in a coma for the last 
four months. Oh god Beth I'm sorry!" Scott said as tears 
streamed from his eyes. Beth looked out the window at 
Sandy as she stood on the curb waiting, smoking a 
cigarette. She looked a bit further and saw Lamar and the 
five thugs of his posse watched her closely.
 
"Scott, you have to get out of here. He is going to kill 
you if he thinks you're gonna take me away! He will. 
They've killed before!" Beth said realizing how close 
Lamar was to sending his thugs out to the car to check on 
her. "They're expecting you to pull into the alley for a 
few minutes. Go ahead, do it. Before they recognize you."
 
"We have to get out of here Beth. I'm gonna take you 
home. This nightmare is over!" Scott cried out 
emotionally. Beth stared at her long lost husband and 
frowned.
 
"NO! They have guns! You would never make it down the 
block if you tried to pull away. They kill men for trying 
to get away without paying, especially white men! Oh 
Shit, how much money do you have?" Beth said nervously. 
Scott looked at her in wonder and pulled out his wallet. 
He had sixty dollars total in his pocket.
 
"Beth what do you mean?" He said weakly as he pulled the 
car into the alley and beside a trash dumpster. Beth 
looked back to the street and saw Sandy leaning on the 
building waiting, and watching.
 
"God damn it Scott!" Beth nearly screamed. She knew Sandy 
was waiting to see her head disappear while she started 
her business. "They will kill you in a second if they 
think you are her for me. Pretend like you came here for 
sex!" Beth whimpered fearfully as she unzipped Scott's 
trousers and fished his penis out. "Relax! This is what 
you wanted when you brought me here in the first place!" 
Beth hissed as she dropped her mouth down to his lap and 
skillfully sucked his limp rod into her mouth.
 
"Oh my god Beth! What's happened to you?" Scott stuttered 
as he felt Beth's lips lock around his cock sucking him 
hard.
 
"I survived!" Beth hissed as she broke her lips free of 
his cock for a moment. "Now I've got ten minutes left 
with you, how are you going to sneak me out of here? You 
can't just stroll in and drive out! They would kill us 
both before we got out of the city!" Beth said as she 
pulled her lips back around Scott's penis. She 
unconsciously compared his cock with all the hundreds of 
others she had sucked and fucked in the last three 
months. He was dismally small compared to all of them.
 
"I'm gonna get you out!" Scott groaned as he looked in 
the rear view mirror. In addition to the Black hooker 
standing in the alley behind them, there was now a couple 
of stocky Black men standing there too. "How can I do 
it?"
 
"I don't know!" Beth whimpered as she broke her wet lips 
free of his cock. "Come to the crack house tonight. I do 
tricks till late in the morning. Bring money and buy me 
for an hour. We can take a room and talk it out in 
private." Beth saw two shadows coming down the alley and 
realized she was not sucking. If Lamar's men caught her 
talking and not sucking they would hurt her badly. She 
pulled Scott's cock into her mouth and sucked it hard. 
She heard him groan out loudly.
 
"Hey Whitey! What the fuck are you doin in this part of 
town?" boomed Lamar's largest enforcer as he bent down to 
look into the car. Scott turned pale as the large Black 
man pushed his huge head through his window and stared at 
him. Beth kept her face locked to his cock even though he 
tried to push her off.
 
"I, I, I just," Scott stuttered fearfully. The large 
Black man smiled and shook his head.
 
"Well you times up! Pay the girl and get the fuck out of 
here! You white assed muther fuckers ain't' welcome 
here!" The large man smiled at Scott and flashed a 
revolver from a shoulder harness. Scott felt his penis 
shrink immediately even though Beth was sucking hard on 
it. Beth felt something warm squirt from his cock and she 
thought he was coming, then as he mouth filled with the 
salty yellow liquid she realized he had peed himself.
 
"OK Mister!" Beth groaned as she spit out the yellow 
liquid into the seat and pushed his squirting penis back 
into his pants. 

"That's ten bucks. You heard him, I gotta go now." Beth 
had had worse things happen to her than piss in her 
mouth, but she never thought Scott would be capable of 
such a thing. She stared at him hoping he would snap out 
of his panic. 

She saw his crotch turning dark with his urine. "Come on 
mister, pay up!" Beth said. Scott looked out the side 
window at the large brute waiting for his wife, then he 
pulled a ten-dollar bill out and handed it to her.
 
"Thanks!" Beth said as she stuffed the bill into her tube 
top and climbed out of the car. Scott watched her fall in 
beside the two Black men and the Black whore as they 
walked out of the alley. He sat there another ten minutes 
as his heart eased up in his chest and he was finally 
able to hold the wheel without shaking.
 

*** CHAPTER 2 ***

 
Scott watched Beth walk down the sidewalk to the shabby 
brick home one block down from the avenue. He had rented 
a room in the cockroach-infested hotel across from where 
she had been hooking all evening. He watched carefully as 
she jumped into parked cars and emerged ten or fifteen 
minutes later. He watched for an opportunity to pick her 
up and drive off, but it was too risky. Lamar was always 
within sight of her wherever she went. Scott watched as 
Lamar made another drug deal from his white corvette 
parked in the hotel lot. He figured Lamar had a permanent 
room at the hotel because no one came out to complain 
about him parking there, and he had watched a number of 
the hookers working the street, including his Beth, step 
into the hotel room with a customer, only to emerge half 
an hour later.
 
He had been observing his wife's actions for two days 
now. He was still waiting for his chance. Still afraid to 
make his move. He had determined her routine though. She 
emerged from the crack house a block away early in the 
evening with Lamar. He made her work the street in front 
of the hotel, giving blowjobs in cars and sessions in 
Lamar's hotel room until a few hours after nightfall. 
Scott started drinking to endure the hatred he felt for 
Lamar. He had watched his wife pair up with 17 men 
already tonight, all of them Black. Now Beth was heading 
back to the crack house at Lamar's command. He would 
follow within a few minutes. The street in front of the 
house would start filling with cars and by midnight, the 
whole street would be lined with cars. Scott drank 
another beer quickly and stood up. Beth had just stepped 
into the house.
 
He had taken the week off from work, saying her needed 
time to grieve for his lost wife. He had still not 
mentioned to anyone that Beth was still alive. During 
that time he had let his goatee grow out, and he had his 
ear pierced. He looked in the mirror and shook his head. 
If his fellow lawyers at the office saw him now he would 
be finished. He dressed like the street hoods did, hoping 
he would be able to walk into the crack house looking 
like he belonged. He stared a moment at his trimmed hair 
and ruffled it up some more. He had not seen a single 
white man in this neighborhood.

He had seen two white women, but they had been whores. He 
stepped out of the room for the first time in over a day. 
He quickly climbed into the old car he had bought. At 
least it fit into the neighborhood well, with mag rims 
and rusted out doors. He started the old car up and 
pulled into the avenue. He drove down the avenue then 
back up. He spotted the woman he had figured would be his 
best bet and pulled up beside her.
 
"What'll it's be buddy?" the bleached blonde white girl 
said to him as he rolled down his window. Scott forced a 
smile and pulled the cigarette from his mouth.
 
"Blow job? How much?" He grumbled shyly. Mad at himself 
for not being more forceful even after drinking half the 
case.
 
"Normally, fifteen, but Lamar won't let me blow you for 
less than fifty!" Said the tired looking woman 
apologetically.
 
"Why?" Scott said worried. He had only brought three 
hundred dollars and knew he would need most of it at the 
crack house.
 
"Come on boy. You a honkey! White boy in this 
neighborhood gotta have money if he's comin this far into 
the hood!" The woman chuckled. 
 
"I'll give yeah thirty, I ain't got no money. I gotta buy 
some crack still." Scott said hoping to gain her trust. 
He wondered how such a pretty young girl could go so bad. 
She even had the accent of the hood. 
 
"ok. Hold on, I gotta check with Lamar." Said the girl as 
she skipped across the street and into the motel parking 
lot. She leaned over and stuck her head into the window 
of the corvette. She poked her head out a moment later 
and skipped back to his car.
 
"Lamar says fifty, but we can use the motel room. That's 
the best he's gonna do boy. Come on!" She said forcing a 
laugh from her mouth. Scott watched her run back across 
the road, then he followed her in his old car. He pulled 
up right beside Lamar's Vette and parked. He swallowed 
hard, hoping the gangster didn't recognize him from the 
night of the beating. The hooker stood before the door to 
the room chewing bubble gum and showing off her legs. 
"Come on, clocks ticking lover boy!"
 
Scott flicked out his cigarette and forced a emotionless 
face. He climbed out of the car and followed the girl 
into the room. It was like he expected, a room just like 
the one he was staying in, except this room smelled of 
cheap perfume, had make up boxes near the mirror, a small 
pile of sheets on the chair, and a box of cheap condoms 
on the night stand.
 
"Sit down honey. get ready for the best blow job of your 
life." The hooker took the gum from her mouth and pressed 
it onto the table. Scott sat down and took a deep breath, 
hoping he could get it up and main'tain his identity a 
bit longer.
 
"What's your name?" Scott said hoping to get her talking. 
 
"You can call me Candy baby, cause I'm so sweet!" The 
girl giggled almost on cue. Scott felt her unzip his fly 
and pull his cock out. She pulled a condom out of nowhere 
and expertly unrolled it on his semi-erect cock. "Take a 
deep breath and get ready for heaven!" She giggled as she 
dropped her mouth down to his cock.

He clinched the side of the chair as she sucked his cock 
into her mouth with force. She sucked him with immense 
vacuum until his cock was firm in her mouth, then she 
started to stroke it with her hand and lick it with her 
tongue. Scott immediately realized her cock sucking 
talent. Scott remembered why he was here and opened his 
eyes up.
 
"God you're pretty, how old are you?" Scott gasped out in 
between her expert tugs on his cock.
 
"As old as you want me to be baby." Candy gasped as she 
plunged her mouth down on his cock and sucked him in 
deep. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and stroked him 
in her hand as she smiled up at him.
 
"How old? You don't look like the other hookers around 
here." Scott groaned out as she stroked his cock faster.
 
"I'm 22 baby, and you ask too many questions. A white boy 
got enough trouble being in this hood without asking 
questions." The girl said with a look of warning on her 
face.
 
"I'm sorry, it's just that you look sweet enough to take 
home. Why don't you find some guy and settle down." Scott 
groaned as she squeezed his prick in her hands. He felt 
her stop stroking him and stare up at him. He could see 
he had broken the girl loose from her role.
 
"Look mister. You see this?" She said and turned her arm 
so he could see the big Black Scorpion tattooed on her 
upper forearm. Scott nodded. "I'm a Scorpion, part of 
Lamar's gang. There ain't no leavin the hood. Once you 
in, you in till your heart stops. And my heart ain't 
about to stop beatin no time soon. I'm gonna do whatever 
it takes!" Then the girl dropped her mouth back around 
his cock and sucked him firm again. Scott waited until 
she seemed to have calmed down a bit. He was getting 
ready to ask another probing question when she raised her 
head. She had started to cry and tears where running from 
her eyes.
 
"I didn't use to be like this." The girl cried. Scott 
heard her voice change from the African hood tone to 
Standard English. "I was going to be a school teacher. I 
have two years of college already. I'm serious!" The girl 
whimpered fain'tly thinking Scott was about to walk away. 
Instead he sat there and put his hand on her shoulder 
reassuringly. "I don't know why I came here. But this is 
what I do now. I got a baby boy to support. Lamar's boy. 
That ain't wrong is it?" The girl whimpered and rested 
her head on his thigh. 
 
"No, you gotta do what you gotta do." Scott assured her. 
She twisted her wrist to see her watch, then her head 
sprang up.
 
"I'm sorry mister, we only got a couple minutes left. 
Come on" She moaned as she wiped the tears from her 
cheek. "Fuck my face, cum in my mouth baby!" She moaned 
as her African accent returned. She wrapped her mouth 
around Scott's cock and began throat fucking him madly. 
Scott felt his cock erupt instinctively within minutes.

The girl held her mouth on his cock until he was spent, 
then she carefully pulled the wet rubber from his cock 
and dropped it into the trash container. "Fifty bucks 
home boy." The girl said business like as she stood up 
and rushed to the mirror. Scott pulled the money from his 
wallet as she quickly made her face in front of the 
mirror.
 
"Where can I get some crack round here?" Scott asked 
softly as he handed the girl the money. She took his 
money, opened the door and waved him on. There was a 
Black hooker and her Black customer waiting outside the 
door. Scott followed her to Lamar's Vette.
 
"Here baby, the boy wants some blow, you know where he 
can get some?" Candy cooed into Lamar's ear as she handed 
him the fifty Scott had just paid her. Lamar covertly 
stuffed the money into his shirt and looked up at Scott 
menacingly. Scott waited for him to pull out a gun and 
finish him right there. Lamar whispered something into 
Candy's ear and she shook her head. "No, he's clean baby, 
I checked him out."
 
"Come on honkey, I get you your blow, jump in!" Lamar 
commanded deeply. Scott stepped around the vette and 
opened the door. He sat down in the seat and looked at 
the man who had ruined his life. He did not recognize 
Scott for anyone other than a dumb honkey.
 
"How much you lookin to buy?" Lamar asked as he put the 
car in reverse and pulled back swiftly. Scott pulled out 
two hundred dollars and flashed it to Lamar. Lamar smiled 
and pulled away. "Why you come to the hood for blow? I 
got dealers in the burbs sellin the stuff."
 
"Not in my hood." Scott said as throaty as he could. He 
pulled out a cigarette and lit it, hoping to disguise his 
voice some more. "My hood's clean, I might even be lookin 
to buy a quantity if you know what I'm mean." 
 
"You thinkin bout dealin?" Lamar chuckled. He had white 
dealers in the burbs but he thought they where all 
stupid. He overcharged them for the crack, and they came 
back for more every time.
 
"I could sell a lot of blow man. Need a supplier though." 
Scott said. 
 
"Well, we'll see honkey." Lamar chuckled as he pulled up 
in front of his house and turned the car off. "gonna have 
to see how much money you got first. Come on in, but 
don't leave my side. These Niggers slit you up for 
smillin!" Lamar laughed. He was tickled to have another 
dumb honkey dealer buying his blow.
 
"I can get the money bro." Scott said as he watched Lamar 
climb out of the car. He quietly reached under his pant 
leg and pulled a package from his sock. He stuffed it as 
deep under the seat as he could as he opened the door and 
climbed out.
 
Lamar stood on the other side of the car smiling a toothy 
smile at him. Scott forced a smile from his lips as he 
closed the door. He followed Lamar up to the house. Loud 
rap music was booming from the walls and he could see a 
crowd of people moving around inside. Lamar led him past 
a group of Black body builder types guarding the door and 
into the house.
 
"Stick close honkey, my brothers slice up a white boy if 
they don't know yeah!" Lamar advised as they stepped into 
the front room of the house. Scott winced slightly as the 
acidic smell of dope and crack filled the air. The front 
room was simple. Three large couches lined up against the 
wall with a single lamp in the corner.

The couches where full of brother's toking and laughing. 
Everyone gave him a dirty glance the second he stepped 
into the room. "It's ok brothers, he's with me." Lamar 
announced to their relief. Scott followed Lamar through 
the large house into a dimly lit room in the back. He 
watched a Black girl come down the stairway with a 
brother in tow. She smiled at Lamar and handed him a wad 
of cash as she passed.
 
"C'mon boy, I'll get yeah your blow." He said as he 
pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He 
followed Lamar into an office like room with a bed in the 
corner and a large desk on the other wall. Lamar went to 
his desk and opened the top drawer. He pulled out fours 
bags and tossed them to Scott. 
 
"You think you can sell boy, how much you talkin?" 
 
"Thousand a week, maybe more." Scott said.
 
"That's all. I got girls bring that in a night. I got 
three cracker bitches that can do a grand easy on the 
weekend. Hell Candy one of em. My new girl pullin twice 
that when I work her at the peep show! No honkey, you 
want my blow, you gotta do better than that, how much 
green you got up front?" Lamar said as he proudly started 
the thumb though his wad of cash.
 
"Well," Scott stuttered as he reconsidered his offer. He 
had thought a thousand would be enticing to him. "If I 
work the malls, I can bring in five times that, but it's 
risky." Scott lied. Lamar's eyes opened wider at the 
offer though.
 
"Really? Your honkey ass gonna have to work them malls 
then if you buyin from me!" Lamar announced.
 
"Deal," Scott said.
 
"Deal!" Lamar said as he extended his hand and gave Scott 
a hood handshake. "You hang close cracker boy, I ain't 
leavin for a couple hours and you ain't safe walkin back 
to yo car by yo self!" Lamar said standing up. He led 
Scott from the office and back into the loud smoky house. 
Beside the front living room where they had come in was 
another open room, separated from the living room by 
beads hanging from the doorway. Lamar pushed through the 
beads and Scott followed.

The room they entered was furnished with nice leather 
couches and a large screen Television. Lamar sat down in 
the middle of the center couch. Scott sat down on a 
nearby couch. Scott looked around nervously wondering how 
he would get out if her had too. He saw no way.
 
"Hey honey!" Groaned a Black girl who came strolling in 
from the front room. She strutted up to Lamar and sat 
down beside him. She handed him a wad of bills and 
wrapped her arms around him. Lamar ignored her lustful 
advances and counted the money.
 
"I left Candy on the street tonight, she's makin the 
green tonight. Where's Vanilla and Kitten?" Lamar grunted 
as he added the wad of money to his pocket full.
 
"Vanilla's with one of the homeboys upstairs and Kitten 
is still downstairs in the cage. She's been askin when 
you'd be home." The pudgy Black woman chuckled.
 
"Bring Kitten in, and get one of the girls for my new 
associate here!" Lamar said as he pointed to Scott.
 
"Sure thing baby." Cooed the Black girl as she jumped up 
and ran out of the room. Lamar flicked on the television 
and started to watch the late show. A few moments later 
the same Black girl entered the room holding a rope. 
Behind her, on a leash, walked a pretty young white girl 
in a baby doll teddy, wearing a collar. Her face was made 
up sluttishly, and her hair was fluffed up like a whore.
 
"Come here Kitten? You wanna sit down with yo daddy?" 
Lamar cooed childishly to her. The girl, staring 
shamefully down at the floor, nodded yes without looking 
at him. Lamar patted the seat and She sat beside him. 
Lamar pulled her close and started exploring her body 
with his large muscular hands. 
 
"This the one Lamar?" Rasped a plump Black woman wearing 
spandex and a gold blouse. She was standing beside the 
couch pointing at Scott. 
 
"Yeah that the one." Lamar grunted as he slipped his hand 
inside the blonde's teddy and caressed her crotch area. 
"what do you say to Daddy when he comes home? Come on 
girl!" He groaned. The blonde girl squirmed and avoided 
eye contact with him. Then Scott watched her tense up and 
look him in the face. 
 
"Baby doll, I missed you so much." The girl said holding 
back her tears. "what can kitten do for her man to make 
him feel good?" She said softly, her voice breaking up at 
the end.
 
"I'm gonna let you suck my cock seein how we gots 
company. Go introduce yourself to the honkey over there 
and give Yolanda a kiss for me!" The white girl frowned 
sadly as she pulled herself up from the couch. Scott 
watched in awe as the petite little blonde walked up to 
him and forced a smile. Yolanda sat forward as Kitten 
embraced her. Scott watched the two girls share a long 
wet kiss before the white girl finally broke free with a 
wince. She looked at Lamar quickly and waited for his 
direction.
 
"Go on girl. He won't bite!" Lamar ordered. The blonde 
dropped to her knees and forced Scott's knees apart. She 
looked like a child being forced to clean her room. Scott 
sat in shock as she fished out his cock and pulled it 
into her mouth. Lamar grinned and laughed as the girl 
slurped and sucked on Scott's dick until it was semi 
erect.
 
"What's the matter honkey? She ain't sexy enough for 
yeah?" Lamar laughed. Scott looked down at the girl who 
was trying painfully hard to please him. Her eyes 
strained to convey her desire to please.
 
"She's hot man." Scott stuttered. The girl pulled her 
head away from Scott's lap and gasped.
 
"I'm sorry Lamar, I did my best. He just won't get hard 
for me!" The girl whined. Scott realized she was trying 
to make him hard for Lamar's benefit. Then he felt sorry 
he couldn't get a full erection to show Lamar he liked 
the girl.
 
"You a dumb white bitch you know that? Now get over here 
and suck my balls!" Lamar groaned. Scott watched the girl 
crawl over to Lamar and pull his pants down, then pulling 
his large nut sack into her mouth to suck on. Lamar's 
cock rested on her nose as she tried to please him. He 
felt a hand on his penis and looked beside him to see 
Yolanda stroking his shaft with her pudgy fingers. He 
tried to wave her away but she insisted.
 
"Kitten here is new to the gang. She joined up about two 
weeks ago. She my girl but I trainin her to get good with 
her mouth for when she hits the street. A whore ain't 
worth the rubbers if she cant suck a cock good!" Lamar 
chuckled. "Hell, my last woman took damn near three 
months to train! But now the bitch suck a cock with the 
best of em and she be lost without me!" Lamar smiled.
 
Scott offered a cursory smile as Lamar continued to brag 
about his newest white capture. Yolanda continued to 
stroke his cock and he was surprised to see it stiffening 
again. He glanced out into the front room and saw 
something that made his heart sink in his chest.

Beth was standing in front of a couch of three large 
Black men, waving her ass lewdly and smiling. He watched 
the largest of the three stand up. Beth wrapped her arm 
around him and they walked off toward the stairs 
together. The Black man was mammoth compared to Beth, 
towering over her by more than a foot. Scott watched them 
disappear up the stairs.
 
"Yeah boy that last bitch was fun though, she put up a 
struggle at first, I damn near had to kill her to make 
her obey! Here, let me show you the video!" Lamar laughed 
as he picked up the remote. Scott watched with a growing 
remorse as the Large Black man laughed about conquering 
his wife.
 
Scott froze as the screen flashed into a scene of Beth, 
still with her brunette hair, laying naked on a large 
mattress, covering herself in shame. Her face was 
streaked with tears and she was pleading for mercy. Scott 
kept from clinching his fists as he heard Lamar's voice 
booming from the video.

"You gonna suck it bitch! You gonna suck it or I gonna 
knock those teeth out!" 

Beth cried, "NO!"

Then Scott watched Lamar enter the view. He grabbed Beth 
by the hair and held her still as he pushed his cock into 
her mouth. Beth's resistance gave in slightly and she 
started to suck Lamar's huge tool. The screen blurred as 
Beth rocked backward onto the mattress as Lamar shoved 
her away.

"I told you what gonna happen if you touch my cock with 
those teeth again!" Lamar boomed at her.

Beth shrank away in fear. "No!" She cried as Lamar 
wrestled her onto her belly. Scott watched Beth's rear 
pulled into the air as Lamar planted the head of his cock 
in her channel. Lamar plunged into Beth doggie style and 
she let out a gasp of pain.
 
"Look at this part, the bitch knows it's comin too!" 
Lamar laughed as Kitten knelt between his legs sucking 
his balls.
 
Scott stared at the screen and felt himself sweating 
through his cloths. "No please!" Beth cried as Lamar 
pulled his cock from her pussy and pushed it into her 
butt. Beth howled out in pain as Lamar rammed it home and 
began stroking it in her.
 
"No! No that ain't it! Watch!" Lamar laughed as he 
pointed to the screen. Scott was trying to look away. 
Lamar pumped her stretched asshole a few minutes before 
pulling out again. Scott watched Beth's red anus slowly 
close up. "Now what do you say to your Daddy?" Lamar 
shouted at her as he pushed the head of his cock back 
into her cunt.

Beth was sobbing now. "Please baby doll.." Beth cried out 
in sobs, unable to speak a full sentence without gasping. 
"please how can I make you feel good!" Beth grunted as 
Lamar lunged his cock back into her depths. 

Lamar took a large butt plug from a box on the bed and 
smiled. He pushed the head of the rubber tool against 
Beth's anus and started working it in. Beth started 
crying loudly now. The plug was wider than Lamar's 
sizable cock so it stretched her butt until she screamed. 
The plug reached it's maximum then slipped into Beth's 
butt firmly. Lamar then started fucking the tearful girl 
until he came in her. Scott was shaking in his seat now. 
His wife was on the television crying as Lamar tortured 
her. 

When Lamar pulled his cock out, cum started to seep from 
her slit. Lamar stopped the flow with yet another butt 
plug. This one even larger than the first. As Lamar 
climbed off the bed, Beth was crying and holding her 
crotch. The plugs had spread her open so much she was 
unable to close her legs, so she laid lewdly on the bed 
holding herself. 

"Those plugs come out before I get back, you don't get no 
candy tonight!" Lamar grunted at her deeply. A moment 
later he returned with a needle in his hand. Beth held 
her arm out and Lamar injected her with the drug. A 
moment later her crying stopped and she lay silently on 
the bed staring at the ceiling. 
 
"That was the first week the bitch was here. Last week I 
took her to the peep how with some of the boys. Here look 
at this!" Lamar chuckled as he pointed to Yolanda. Scott 
watched the porky Black girl climb off the couch and run 
to the VCR. She took out the tape and inserted another. 
Scott stared through the door into the smoky front room 
just to see Beth being escorted up stairs with another 
man.
 
Scott took a deep breath and sighed as the video came on. 
The scene was of a red velvet room with a stool in the 
middle and glass windows all around. Beth entered the 
room wearing a pink teddy, her hair blonde, her skin 
blotched with small bruises and scratches. The sliding 
doors to the windows opened up and Beth started dancing. 
To a rap song. Scott could see men through the glass 
windows beating their cocks at his wife's lewd behavior.
 
"Here come the good part. This bitch done learned her 
lesson!" Lamar laughed. Beth opened her arms up and 
giggled to someone off camera. "Come on baby!" Beth 
chuckled in an African accent. A large Black man entered 
the scene wearing a g-string.
 
"Oh baby let me suck that big cock!" Beth groaned as she 
fell to her knees in front of the rough Negro. Scott 
swallowed hard as he watched his wife eagerly pull down 
the man's underwear and start licking his cock. 
 
"Bitch can suck as good as the best whores now!" Lamar 
laughed as he pointed to the television. Kitten was now 
sucking his cock in a steady rhythm. 
 
On the television, Beth was assuming a doggie position 
for the Black man. He mounted her and thrust his cock 
into her pussy. Beth let out a scream of ecstasy Scott 
had never heard before. The camera zoomed in on her as 
she ripped her satin garment from her breasts and began 
messaging them. Scott winced as he noticed the two large 
hoops hanging from his wife's pierced nipples. On her ass 
was a comic tattoo pointing to her asshole. It read Dark 
meat only, no honkeys allowed.
 
"Oh Yeah! Your learnin bitch!" Groaned Lamar with his 
eyes rolled back in his head. He took Kitten by the head 
and started rocking her head up and down on his cock. 
"Come on! Come on girl! Hurry it up!" Lamar shouted. 
Kitten jumped up and squatted on Lamar's lap. He ripped 
her teddy open and yanked on her. Scott watched her whole 
body shudder as Lamar pulled something from her backside.

She screamed softly then Lamar produced the large butt 
plug. He dropped it to the floor and then tugged the 
other huge plug from her pussy. Kitten gasped out as he 
pulled her down onto his cock. Filling the void left by 
the rubber tool with his throbbing cock. He rocked her in 
the air a few times and came inside her. Kitten collapsed 
on the floor as soon as Lamar let her go. 
 
"Is it ok if Kitten goes to the bathroom now?" She gasped 
wearily. Lamar shook his head. Kitten winced and grabbed 
the large plug knowing the routine already. She laid it 
beneath her and worked herself down onto it. She stood up 
with the large tool stuffed in her vagina. "Can I go 
now?" She groaned. Lamar nodded and she ran off to a door 
behind the couch.
 
"I still got a while to go before I send her to the 
streets. She'll run if I let her. Damn bitch ain't 
learned to respect me yet!" Lamar grumbled as he pushed 
his cock back in his pants. On the television screen, 
Beth was now laying on top of one man who was fucking her 
from underneath, while a second man was prodding her butt 
with his large tool.

Scott was happy to look away from the television. Yolanda 
was stroking his cock again and he put his arm on her 
shoulder to pretend he was interested, anything to look 
away from the television. Yolanda smiled a large lipped 
grin at him and sat down on his lap, pressing her large 
rump down on his cock. She stroked his cock energetically 
beneath her leather skirt. Scott closed his eyes and laid 
his head back. He could hear his wife screaming lustfully 
to be fucked from the television set. He tried to pretend 
it was him she screamed for.
 
Scott closed his eyes and imagined he was far away. He 
felt the hooker unroll a condom on his erection. As he 
listened to Beth crying out to be fucked harder, he felt 
the hookers fat ass descend on his rod, he felt his cock 
rub across her rough pubic hair then slip into her wet 
pussy. He groaned a deep guttural gasp. Beth cried out in 
pleasure from the television set. 
 
"Oh Baby!" Yolanda chuckled to him. She took his hand and 
pulled it around to her fat tits. He squeezed them softly 
as he began to thrust into her from below. On the 
television, Beth was moaning wildly with lust. Her lovers 
were telling her to suck and fuck and move faster. After 
many months without sex, he realized he had a lot to 
relieve himself of.
 
"$5000 TOMORROW!" Lamar shouted across the room. Scott 
opened his eyes and looked across the room. The girl 
named Kitten sat on the couch beside him timidly, and on 
his other side sat Beth, or as she was known here, 
Vanilla. Beth tried not to look at him, she seemed 
slightly shaken at seeing him there. Lamar had shaken him 
from his fantasy. He felt the Black hooker's ass settle 
down heavily on his crotch as she reached down to remove 
his cock from her snatch.
 
"$5000 right!" Lamar said with little emotion. Looking 
sternly at Scott. Yolanda lifted her ass from his crotch 
and sat down beside him. Pulling her skirt down to cover 
her crotch.
 
"Yeah, I'll get the money and bring it to you." Scott 
stuttered as he pushed his erection back into his 
trousers and tried to zip up. Beth was dressed in a pink 
miniskirt and tube top. Scott paused to stare at the gold 
ring through her belly button.
 
"Alright then, well we gots a special event tonight. 
Vanilla here is joinin the posse for good tonight. She 
gonna give us a little show. Go on girl, get James and 
Roland." Lamar announced. Beth jumped up from the couch 
and ran from the room. She returned a moment later 
following two of the largest men Scott had seen. James 
was 6'8" and nearly 300lbs. Roland was barely 6' but he 
was much wider and stockier then James. James sat down on 
the couch beside Scott while Roland sat beside Lamar. 
Both men gave a gang salute to Lamar as they settled into 
their seats. Beth stood in the middle staring at the 
floor. 
 
 
*** CHAPTER 3 ***

 
"Well girl, you ready to get yo Scorpion tonight?" Lamar 
asked. Beth stared at him and nodded.
 
"Yes daddy, I want it really bad!" Beth said softly. 
 
"Alright then, dance for us. We got a honkey joinin us 
tonight. He gonna deal blow for me in the burbs. He ain't 
no Scorpion you understand?" Lamar warned. Scott felt 
small seated next to James, and the talk about not being 
a Scorpion put him deeper into perspective. He was only 
there for the money he promised. He wouldn't be able to 
participate in this game.
 
Beth went over to the stereo and turned the music. It was 
the same rap music, which was playing elsewhere in the 
house. Beth stood in front of Lamar and started grinding 
her hips for him.
 
"Ain't this bitch something else?" Lamar laughed to his 
pals. 
 
"Hell yeah boy!" James laughed across the room as he sat 
staring and Beth's jiggling breasts. Beth turned to him 
and spread her legs, grinding her crotch in the air for 
him. Scott felt himself beginning to tremble in 
disbelief. She avoided his gaze completely.
 
"How much you make tonight girl?" Lamar shouted at Beth. 
She turned and danced in front of him as she fished the 
wad of cash from her top. "A lot baby!" Beth announced as 
she handed Lamar a wad of bills.
 
"How many Niggers you knock boots with tonight girl?" 
Lamar asked with a smiled as he thumbed through the 
bills.
 
"Eleven big boys and one buttfucker, he paid me double 
like you wanted baby." Beth announced in a Black accent 
as she continued to grind her hips and message her 
breasts in front of Lamar.
 
"How many blow jobs?" Lamar asked
 
"Bout twenty honey. They just never stopped commin." She 
smiled. 
 
"How many you gonna do tomorrow?" Lamar said
 
"As many Niggers as want a piece of my white ass baby!" 
Beth groaned as she went low and pulled her skirt up for 
Lamar. Lamar raised an eyebrow at her and took Kitten in 
his arms.
 
"Come on bitch! enough dancin! Blow me!" Roland said in a 
low raspy voice as he sprawled back on the couch. Beth 
waited for Lamar's nod. When he gave it, she danced up to 
the stocky Black man and dropped to her knees. She pulled 
his pants down to his ankles and immediately pulled his 
thick cock into her mouth. 

Roland took her by the head and laid his head back, 
guiding her head up and down on his meat. Scott was 
feeling sick to his stomach the more he watched Beth 
perform for the gang members. He could hear Beth's 
slurping and sucking almost above the loud rap music. 
Lamar ignored the act beside him, and started French 
kissing Kitten, who fell submissively into his arms. 
James was getting a bit impatient himself, as he leaned 
forward on the couch and pulled Beth's skirt up above her 
butt.
 
Beth wore a g-string beneath the skirt. He could see the 
big tattoo clearly on her butt cheek now. He wondered if 
it could ever be removed if he was able to get her out of 
here alive. Scott watched as Beth's head began to bob 
faster and faster on his cock until her hair was 
billowing through the air. She finally broke away and 
began moaning.
 
"Oh yeah Roland baby, CUM! Cum on your little girls 
face!" Roland was wincing and gasping in the chair as 
Beth moaned for him. He pushed her onto the floor and 
dropped to his knees. Scott looked away as he saw the 
strand of cum hanging from Beth's lip as he held her 
still. The rest of Roland's ejaculation spurted onto her 
chin and cheek. Beth laid still and moaned for more until 
he was finished. When he let go of her, she was spattered 
with his wet glistening juice, but she remained still and 
waited for orders.
 
"Get up and wipe it into yo skin bitch!" James chuckled 
with excitement. Beth looked to him and sat up. She 
obediently began smearing Roland's cum into her face 
until she had absorbed it all into her pores. Scott 
stared at the floor in disgust.
 
"Yeah bitch, you like that Black Nigger cum don't yeah?" 
Roland grunted as he unzipped his fly.
 
"Sure baby, what white girl wouldn't?" Beth giggled to 
him. Roland motioned her over and pulled her face to his 
cock. Beth pulled it into her mouth and began sucking it 
loudly. Scott glanced over and saw his wife straining to 
pull James's big cock into her mouth.
 
"James, hold on boy. Let's have some fun! Let's see if 
Vanilla really loves Black cum!" Lamar laughed from the 
next couch. Beth pulled her lips from James's cock with a 
loud smack. She looked over to Lamar obediently. "Go 
collect the garbage from the upstairs rooms and bring it 
down here girl! And have Sandy bring in some drinks!" 
Lamar shouted to her. 

Beth jumped up and pulled her skirt down. She disappeared 
up the stairs in a flash as she sought to please her 
master. She returned a couple minutes later with six 
small waist cans. A large Black woman in spandex followed 
her in with a tray of beers and glasses. She laid the 
drinks down on the table and left without bothering 
Lamar's project with Vanilla.
 
"Go on girl, fish out all the rubba's and lay em on the 
tray. I want you to squeeze all the brothers cum out into 
that glass for us!" Lamar chuckled with excitement. 
Roland, James, and Yolanda all started to giggle when 
they realized Lamar's plans. Scott stared dumbly.
 
"Yes daddy." Beth groaned obediently. She fought to hide 
the frown as she understood the implications. She reached 
into the trashcan and pulled the top rubber out. She held 
it up with two fingers and turned it over into the cup. 
The thick white cum drooled out into the wide mouthed 
glass and made a few splotches.
 
"I said all of it! Squeeze it out!" Lamar commanded. Beth 
forced a smile and took the rubber between her fingers. 
She ran her fingers down the length of the rubber and 
squeezed the remainder of white cum out into the glass.

Beth continued to fish out the rubbers and drain them 
into the glass one by one until she was finished with the 
first trashcan. The cup was an inch deep with cum now, 
and the smell of semen filled the air. The pile of 
emptied condoms was three inches high. Beth thought of 
how nice it would be to have the dog collar removed, to 
be accepted by these people. She blocked the thought of 
Scott out of her mind because her old life was too 
painful to consider now. 
 
"Kitten, get over there and help her drain them rubbas, 
we ain't got all night!" Lamar commanded. Kitten frowned 
and quietly stepped off the couch. She knelt beside Beth 
and started fishing the condoms from the garbage. Her 
dainty fingers seemed repulsed by the filthy soiled 
condoms.
 
"I can't do this!" Kitten cried out as she felt the cum 
dribble onto her fingers. Lamar stood up and attached a 
leash to the choker chain around her neck. Kitten grabbed 
the silver chain around her neck defensively. Lamar 
yanked her up into the air by the chain and let her 
dangle gasping for air for a moment. James and Roland 
stared silently, knowing not to deal with Lamar's 
business. Scott watched in terror as the girl started to 
turn blue. 
 
"There!" Lamar shouted at her as he released his hold. 
Kitten fell to the ground gasping and crying. "I said you 
help!" He shouted. 
 
"Yes daddy!" Kitten cried as she drug herself back to her 
knees beside Beth. She grabbed a handful of condoms from 
the trash and started emptying them into the cup, 
oblivious to the gobs that ran out through her fingers. 
 
Scott watched the glass fill with the thick creamy liquid 
until finally the pile of condoms on the tray was a foot 
tall, and the trash cans where empty.
 
"Go wash yeah self up kitten, and bring back a spoon!" 
Lamar said with growing impatience. "Go on Vanilla, ask 
James if he can fuck yo big pussy doggie style!"
 
Beth turned around and walked up to James. "James baby, 
want to fuck me like a dog?" She cooed in a high babyish 
voice.
 
"Yeah bitch! Come one and get those cloths off!" He 
grunted as he stood up. He pulled his pants to the floor 
and kicked them off while Beth pulled her skirt up and 
pulled her g-string off. She knelt down and assumed the 
position for him. Scott watched Beth's ass wiggle in the 
air in front of them as James knelt down behind her. 
Beth's pussy was shaven and swollen. James unrolled a 
condom over his thick cock quickly and then pushed his 
fat cock head into her hole. Beth groaned and pushed back 
to meet his hips with her butt cheeks. Scott averted his 
gaze to Yolanda as he heard the slapping of James's flesh 
against his wife's naked rear.
 
"Yolanda! Get over here and grab this glass of Black 
jizz!" Lamar shouted as Kitten returned to the room 
holding a spoon. Lamar pulled her down beside him and 
threw the spoon to Yolanda. She caught it with a giggle 
as she took the glass and sat back down beside Scott. "Go 
ahead girl! Start feedin it to her!" Lamar laughed.
 
Scott watched in disgust as Yolanda sat down beside him 
and dipped the spoon into the glass of semen. She pulled 
the dripping spoon out and watched the gobs of cum drop 
slowly back into the cup. "Come on girl, wiggle you face 
over here for some dinner!" The chunky Black girl said 
giggling. Beth looked up and held her disgust in, it was 
worth it she reminded herself. She scooted over so that 
she was kneeling like a dog before the couch, before her 
husband, James fucking her pussy from behind, Yolanda and 
the spoon in front.
 
"Here honkey! Come and get it!" Yolanda cackled as she 
dipped the spoon into the glass and pulled it out 
dripping with cum. She held it up to Beth's lips. Beth 
paused then opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She 
accepted the spoon in her mouth. Yolanda pushed it in and 
tipped it over until the thick wad of cum spilled out 
into her mouth.

She knew what to do, She closed her lips around the 
utensil as Yolanda pulled it out, capturing the entire 
spoonful in her mouth. Lamar had came around to watch her 
drink the cum, so she put on the show, swallowing it and 
opening her mouth lustfully for more.
 
"Good girl! Yo daddy gonna make you a member of the posse 
tonight girl! Drink the Black sperm up for yo daddy!" 
Yolanda giggled, feeding spoonful after spoonful of the 
thick cum into Beth's mouth.
 
"Let the white boy feed her girl!" Lamar chuckled with 
excitement.

Yolanda smiled and handed the glass to Scott. Scott took 
the glass with a trembling hand and pulled the spoon out. 
He looked around and fought for a reason to leave and 
found none. He held the spoon up with a trembling hand to 
his wife's lips. Beth opened her eyes and made eye 
contact with him the first time tonight. He saw her 
expression turn to sorrow and embarrassment. She turned 
her head away from him and stared at Lamar.
 
"Please daddy, I don't want the white honkey touching me! 
Please make him go!" Beth pleaded. Lamar shook his head.
 
"Do as I say girl! You want that dog collar forever!" he 
shouted. Beth turned her head and with closed eyes she 
took the spoon in her mouth. Scott watched her pull away, 
cleaning the spoon of the cum. He dipped the spoon again 
and fed it to her, feeling himself getting closer to 
madness each time. Beth had drank nearly half of the cum 
in the glass now and James was sweating onto her back as 
he pumped her from behind.
 
"Yeah girl! Yeah girl! Get ready, James gonna feed you 
the fresh stuff now!" He grunted as he slammed her hard 
from behind. Scott was thankful to turn away as James 
pulled out of his wife. Beth spun around and pulled the 
rubber from his cock, pulling his cock to her mouth just 
as he erupted. She sucked his cock into her mouth and 
swallowed his entire load without blinking. 
 
"Aw shit man! I ain't never fuck no honkey bitch like 
that before!" James groaned as he pulled Beth's lips from 
his cock and pushed her mouth to his balls. She 
obediently started licking his nuts for him while he laid 
back in exhaustion.
 
"OK girl! You want to be in this posse?" Lamar shouted to 
her. Beth pulled away and stood up in front of him.
 
"Yes daddy. Please!" She groaned. Lamar took her tube top 
and pulled it down below her breast.
 
"Then get undressed, I gonna call in Big D" Lamar said 
pointing to Yolanda. She jumped up and ran from the room, 
returning a minute later with a thin old gray haired 
Black man. He had a small box under his arm. Beth stood 
before the couch where Lamar sat, completely naked.
 
"You want to be in my posse girl?" Lamar said quietly. 
Yolanda had turned down the music until it was quiet. 
People from the front room had been invited to witness 
Beth's entrance into the gang.
 
"oh yeah daddy!" She said softly. Tears pooling at her 
eyes. 
 
"You wanna fuck and suck Nigger cock till you die?" Lamar 
asked. 
 
"Yes daddy!" Beth moaned.
 
"You gonna go out to the street each night and bring home 
the money to yo daddy?"
 
"Yes daddy!" Beth said as she looked around the quickly 
growing crowd behind Lamar's couch.
 
"You gonna keep yo mouth shut when the man put you in 
jail for sellin yo ass?" Lamar said.
 
"Sure will daddy." Beth answered.
 
"Then you think you ready to be in my posse?" Lamar said 
louder. 
 
"Yes daddy." Beth moaned impatiently.
 
"Then you gonna have lots of children for Lamar, you 
gonna raise em in the hood?"
 
"Yes daddy." Beth said thinking about her first month 
sleeping with Lamar.
 
"Are you pregnant with my child now woman?" Lamar asked. 
 
"Yes daddy!" Beth groaned. Scott flinched as if struck, 
unable to believe what he had just heard.
 
"Then I makin you a member of the posse tonight girl! Now 
drink that jizm down!" Lamar laughed. Yolanda took the 
glass from Scott's trembling hand and handed it to Beth. 
She took it in both hands and brought it to her lips. She 
closed her eyes and cried out as she tipped the glass. 
The crowd cheered and clapped as she swallowed and 
swallowed the cum in the glass until it was empty. When 
she was done, she dropped the glass down beside her and 
sat down on the floor.
 
"There yeah go vanilla!" Lamar shouted as he reached down 
and removed the choker collar from her neck. Beth sat 
silently trying not to wretch up the cum in front of 
Lamar. She heard the buzzing of the needle gun as the old 
man sat down beside her. Lamar handed her a vial of crack 
and she eagerly opened it. Snorting the drug into her 
lungs as fast as she could. Scott watched in disgusted 
terror as the men slowly filtered from the room. Beth lay 
on the floor tripping, the old man tattooing a gangland 
symbol of a Scorpion on her forearm.
 
Scott excused himself and stepped over to the bathroom. 
As he stepped into the little room and closed the door 
behind him, he bent over and began to wretch into the 
sink. The sights and sounds he had witnessed where too 
much to stand. He splashed some water on his face and 
straightened his hair. Thinking about the rest of his 
plan, he turned the knob and opened the door to step back 
into Lamar's parlor. As the door opened, he saw a white 
hand pushing the door from the outside. He looked down 
and saw the young girl Lamar called Kitten pushing 
herself into the bathroom with tears running from her 
eyes. Scott was pushed back into the wall as the girl 
collapsed in front of the toilet and began to vomit.
 
"Oh God! Oh God!" She cried softly to herself. Scott 
watched the door to the bathroom close, isolating him in 
the bathroom with Lamar's girl. "I can't take it anymore! 
I don't care." She cried as she tried to heave more into 
the bowl.
 
"What's wrong?" Scott said with concern as he knelt down 
beside her. He saw her face and felt pity for her. She 
could not have been eighteen years old. Her innocent face 
was covered with thick makeup and deep red lipstick was 
smeared around her lips. On her chin were droplets of 
thick white goo, which Scott guessed was sperm. "he made 
me swallow it." She cried. "I can't take it anymore! It's 
insane!" She groaned. Scott instinctively laid his hand 
comfortingly on her shoulder and patted her.
 
"Why are you here?" He asked. The young girl looked at 
him with large blue eyes and seemed to smile at his 
ignorance.
 
"Don't you know? Aren't you part of his posse?" The girl 
said disbelievingly.
 
"No, I'm just here to buy some stuff. I don't want 
anything to do with what he's doing here." Scott said 
reassuringly to her.
 
"He kidnapped me! He beat my boyfriend up at the dance 
club! He's locked me up in that basement for two weeks 
now! He says as soon as he knows for sure that I'm 
pregnant, he's gonna send me to the streets to whore for 
him! He gives me drugs every night to get me hooked on 
them, He want me to be like Vanilla and Candy, and all 
the Black girls just help him do it!"
 
"You have to escape!" Scott said hoping to strengthen her 
spirit. 
 
"No way! He said if he catches me, he'll kill me! He'll 
do it! Hey mister, call the police. That's the only hope. 
You have to do something!" the girl groaned. Scott heard 
Lamar shout from the front room. The girl froze as he 
called out her name.
 
"Oh God! I've been gone too long!" She cried out as she 
jumped to her feet and adjusted her skirt. Scott watched 
her wash her face quickly and hurriedly apply more make 
up. "You gotta do something mister!" She whispered as she 
quickly let herself out. Scott stood numbly considering 
the extent of Lamar's activities. As he stood up to 
leave, the door swung open again and Scott stared 
silently.
 
"Beth." He stuttered softly as she stepped into the 
bathroom and walked to the toilet staring blankly. Scott 
reached out to her but she ignored her. She dropped to 
her knees and Scott knelt down beside her. She was 
completely naked and looking ill. She put her head to the 
toilet that Kitten had just vomited in and started to 
heave herself. Scott watched her stare into the water as 
the clear goo erupted from her mouth. Scott recognized it 
as the glassful of cum she had just drank in front of the 
crowd. When she was done heaving. Scott stared silently 
as she wiped her mouth with toilet paper.
 
"You!" She hissed as she slowly looked him in the face. 
"You bastard! You're supposed to be dead! Why didn't you 
come after me! Why!" She spoke slowly and with anger.
 
"Beth. I'm sorry. I've been in a coma for three months! 
I'm sorry! I just got out of the hospital last week." He 
groaned as he leaned over and put his arm around her.
 
"It's too late now. I'm with Lamar! Now that I'm part of 
his gang, he's gonna start treating me good. I'm pregnant 
with his child." She said trailing off into silence as 
she thought about it. "He says as soon as I start to show 
I don't have to work the street any more. I'm already 
starting to show a little bit." She said softly as she 
ran her hand over her belly. "He's gonna kill you if he 
find's out who you are. He doesn't care shit about you! 
He'll cut you up for sport you know!"
 
"LOOK BETH!" Scott said stopping her dazed ramblings. He 
held her still and stared her in the eyes. "I love you! 
I'm here to get you out!" 
 
Beth looked down at the floor sadly. "I'm a whore now. 
Nobody loves me." She said as her voice started to crack.
 
"When can you get out of the house? I've got a brown LTD 
parked in the motel across the street! I'm gonna get you 
out of here!" Scott said impatiently as he stared at the 
door.
 
"No! You can't just drive out! He has his posse all over 
the hood! You'll never make it out of the city alive! 
He'll kill us both!" 
 
"You have to. It's the only way!" Scott said. "I have 
other things too. You have to trust me!" He assured as he 
held her firmly.
 
"OK, I get to sleep upstairs with Candy tonight. I'll try 
to sneak out this morning around five. Everyone is 
usually crashed by then. You better be there!" She said 
to Scott. Scott looked at her and nodded. "I gotta get 
back out there. Lamar wants me working the front room! 
He's got Yolanda showin me somethin new tonight!" Beth 
said standing up. Scott stared in awe as she turned her 
Negro accent back on. She made up her face quickly and 
stepped back into the front room buck-naked.
 
Scott stood up and combed his hair quickly. He opened the 
door and stepped out into the room of people. Beth was 
sitting on one side of Lamar while Kitten sat on the 
other side. Scott stepped around the couch and sat down 
beside Yolanda again. Lamar was busy with his lips locked 
to Kittens little mouth. The innocent girl sat 
submissively with out resisting. Beth leaned up against 
Lamar as though she were his pet.
 
"There you are honkey! You lucky you didn't get yo dick 
cut off walkin round here alone like that!" Lamar said as 
he broke his mouth loose from kitten and looked at him.
 
"I just went to the bathroom. There was a line," he 
mumbled. 
 
"Well we gotta go, the rest of the evening is just for my 
posse. No honkys aloud to bang with the posse!" He said 
as he stood up. Scott followed him into the front room 
with Beth under one arm and Kitten under the other. He 
paused in the middle of the large living room, his posse 
crowded around the room sitting on the beaten old couches 
and chairs. "Make room brothuhs!" Lamar shouted above the 
noise. The room immediately quieted down. "make room on 
that couch for my girl Vanilla here!" he said. He led 
Beth over to an opening in the couch before them and Beth 
sat down between to large men wearing sunglasses and 
stocking caps.
 
"My girl Vanilla is pregnant with my boy! And she ain't 
gonna be working the streets much longer!" I want you 
boys to show her a good time tonight and get that booty 
loosened up! That girl gonna need a big pussy to have my 
boy so stretch her out!" He shouted.
 
"Come on!" Lamar shouted to Scott. He followed Lamar out 
of the house as the room full of men surrounded his wife. 
He heard shouts and cheers of lust as the door closed 
behind them.
 
Scott sat silently in the Corvette as Lamar made a round 
of the neighborhood. He watched Lamar nod approval to 
each of almost ten women on the streets. When he returned 
to the motel parking lot, Scott climbed out and returned 
to the dingy motel room across the parking lot. Lamar 
drove off back to his house down the block.
 

*** CHAPTER 4 ***

 
Scott sat down in the rusting LTD and looked at his 
watch. The dial read 4:45. He wiped the windshield with 
his sleeve to wipe away the morning dew, then he started 
up the tired old engine. As he pulled out of the parking 
lot, he sighed in relief that all of Lamar's girls had 
went in for the night. The streets of the hood were 
almost empty now. Scott hoped they would be empty enough 
to make his escape.
 
He pulled onto Lamar's street and slowly drove through 
the neighborhood, passing Lamar's corner house and 
turning around at the intersection. He pulled the LTD up 
beside a Black Mazda parked in front of the House. 
Lamar's Corvette sat in front of the Mazda. He let the 
engine idle as he looked at his watch. It was 4:50. He 
surveyed the house. All the lights were off and no noise 
at all sounded from the walls that earlier thundered with 
rap music. Scott crossed his fingers and waited.
 
Scott saw the dingy curtains of an upstairs room rustle 
just after his watch read five in the morning. He reached 
across the car and opened the passenger door in 
anticipation. He looked out the rapidly fogging windows 
and realized his hands were trembling terribly. He 
waited. And he waited some more. He looked down at his 
watch and realized ten minutes had passed since he saw 
the curtains rustle.
 
The loud clap of a gun reverberated from the house. Scott 
froze in fear as he stared at the house. He saw a flash 
of white light as another gunshot thundered from the 
house. He heard a loud shriek followed by moans of agony. 
The front door of the house swung open and he watched 
Beth fling herself out just to trip and fall from the 
porch, nude. Scott pushed the passenger door open and 
screamed out shrilly in fear. Beth pulled herself up and 
ran to the car. Scott let go of the brake just as she 
dragged herself bruised and scraped into the car. Just as 
he pushed on the gas pedal, Lamar emerged from the front 
door holding a large chrome revolver.
 
"Oh Shit!" Scott shouted as he felt the old car lunge 
forward. Beth had curled up on the floor in a fetal 
position. The passenger door slammed shut under the 
motion of the car. Another loud clap and Scott flinched 
in agony. The rear window of the car shattered from the 
gunshot. Scott felt blood dripping from his ear. "Oh 
shit!" Scott cried again as he reached under the seat. 
Beth stared up from her position on the floor, thinking 
Scott was dead. 
 
Lamar climbed into his Corvette, followed by James in his 
Mazda. Scott looked into his rear view mirror as he 
stopped to turn onto the main avenue. Lamar was in 
pursuit and closing fast. The narrow streets of Lamar's 
neighborhood were crowed with parked cars on each side, 
affording room for just a single car to pass in some 
places. Scott was waiting for Lamar to approach one of 
these crowded spots when he pushed the button on the 
small Black box. From the box was an antenna. The man 
Scott had bought the device from promised it would have a 
range of nearly a mile. Scott needed a lot less then that 
because Lamar was a stones throw from him now. He held 
the button down and waited, sweat beading on his brow.
 
"Shit! Work you, damnit! Work!" Scott cried as he held 
the button of the transmitter down.
 
"What are you doing! Drive! He's gonna kill us!" Beth 
screamed wildly from the floor of the car. Scott glanced 
down at her just as the flash went off. The small package 
Scott had stuffed under Lamar's seat went off. The dark 
tinted windows of Lamar's Corvette lit up like a light 
bulb just before the cloud of smoke pushed out the 
windows. Scott sat frozen as the car rolled head on into 
a rusty pick up truck parked on the curb. A smile 
appeared on his lips momentarily, then disappeared.
 
"It didn't work! Damn it! He sold me junk! Why didn't it 
blow up!" Scott shouted as he pushed on the accelerator 
of the old LTD. He looked in his rear view mirror and 
watched Lamar fall out of an open car door, dazed and 
shook up, but not dead. Scott pulled onto the main avenue 
and sped off toward the expressway, hoping James was 
unable to follow.
 
Beth emerged from the floor ten minutes later, when she 
heard Scott pressing down on the accelerator to get on 
the expressway. "Did you do it?" She mumbled through 
trembling lips.
 
"I did it." Scott said through equally trembling lips. 
 
~~~~~~~~
 
Beth sat down on the couch staring at Scott, "I had to 
fuck'em all night long. Lamar was celebrating my joining 
the gang. They rocked my booty till almost four. I 
thought they were gonna keep going till you showed up. I 
was just gonna stay there cause you never would have got 
away if the whole posse was up!" Beth said with a half 
hood accent, half college girl talk. 
 
"Well you're free now. You don't have to talk that way 
anymore. We're gonna have to get you to a doctor now." 
Scott said handing Beth the blow dryer. She had showered 
and put on her old cloths. Scott could recognize his 
familiar wife in the cloths, but her face betrayed her 
hardened street ways. 
 
 ~~~~~~~
 
Beth lost Lamar's child. The doctor said it was because 
of the fall, but it could also have been because of the 
withdrawal symptoms. Beth behaved crudely the next week. 
Scott took off from work to take care of her. Beth 
switched completely back to her Vanilla whore personality 
twice, trying to get him to give her some crack. Scott 
bore the news that Beth had three major sexually 
transmitted diseases, but he was grateful that none of 
them was AIDS. He made sure she took the antibiotics like 
she was instructed.
 
Two weeks later, Beth had died her hair back to her 
natural brown. She was unable to keep her mind off the 
crack long enough to go out and shop with Scott, and they 
were able to discuss the plans of bringing her out of 
missing and presumed dead status. They both agreed that 
it was best to keep the hood a secret from their 
families. So together they fabricated a story of amnesia 
and spending the time in a homeless shelter.
 
Life returned to normal again. Scott returned to the 
firm, and started taking on new cases. Beth retuned to 
college to get her degree.
 
The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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