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The Debt - 1
by Karen Kay (karen@karenkayonline.com)

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A gorgeous blonde housewife is forced to pay back her 
husband's gambling debt by spending a weekend at a black 
bikers club. (M+/F, nc, voy, intr, bd)

***

Chapter 1

Margret had butterflies in her stomach this morning. She 
had been dreading this day for the past two weeks. She 
looked at the clock. It was already mid morning and they 
would be here to pick her up in another hour. 
 
All she could think about were those thugs that loaned 
her husband the money he owed. Ten thousand dollars. 
Billy must have been insane the night he borrowed that 
kind of money. Sure. He had a gambling problem but he 
never spent that kind of money before he met those 
thugs. Those animals down on Van Dyke Ave. 

That was the home of the Black Ravens. An all black 
motor cycle club located just north of downtown Detroit. 
That was a neighborhood you just didn't get caught at in 
the middle of the night. You could get robbed there or 
even killed if you were white and looked like you were 
lost. How Billy got mixed up with anyone from that club 
was a puzzle in itself. 

Billy loved to frequent the casinos in downtown Detroit. 
He never spent much money. He always set a limit of 
twenty dollars each Friday night he would visit one of 
the downtown casinos. One night about a month ago Billy 
was playing blackjack when an attractive blonde 
approached him and started to flirt with Billy. 

Billy bought her a drink and continued playing 
blackjack. He started to win that night. Soon, his 
twenty dollar investment turned into a thousand dollars. 
This blonde woman that had been hanging on Billy soon 
disappeared. She returned shortly afterward with her 
boyfriend. He was a guy they called Thick. He was a 
black guy. Very tuff, built like a gorilla and stood at 
6'6" tall. This woman they called Amber was the 
girlfriend of this black guy named Thick.

She had gone and told her boyfriend about Billy's good 
gambling luck at the black jack table so Thick wanted to 
have a look at this guy having all the luck that night. 
Amber introduced Thick to Billy that night. Thick bought 
Billy a couple drinks. They got chummy and soon after, 
Thick laid out a wade of money on the table and wanted 
Billy to play it for him. 

Billy won a few rounds. Thick kept putting his money 
down for Billy to play. Things turned ugly when Billy 
lost it all. Thick wanted Billy to pay up saying it was 
his fault. Things got even uglier later that night when 
Billy started to get in his car to leave. Thick and a 
few of his friends were waiting for him. They threatened 
Billy and even took his wallet and started going through 
it looking for cash. 

They had Billy drive to the nearest ATM machine and take 
out all the money he could. Fifteen hundred dollars they 
got that night and they still wanted more. Thick took 
pictures of Margret that night from Billy's wallet and 
made note of the address. The next day Thick and a few 
of his thugs showed up at the front door while Billy was 
at work.

Margret was scared to death when Thick and his friends 
entered the house. Margret had no idea what they were 
going to do that afternoon. Thick kept looking at her 
like she was a tramp. The conversation wasn't long. 
Thick just wanted his money. Margret even offered Thick 
some jewelry but Thick wasn't interested. Margret did 
cough up and a hundred dollars she had hidden inside her 
purse. 

Thick kept starring at Margret ordering her to turn 
around in a circle. He wanted a better look at the 
housewife-mother. Margret was indeed very attractive. 
She was 5"6" with long blonde hair. Rather slim with a 
tiny waist and a pair of large full breasts that would 
please any man. 

It was very clear what Thick wanted and that made 
Margret very nervous. She was wearing a tight pair of 
jeans that afternoon with a cotton black top and white 
sneakers. Thick tried to imagine how Margret would look 
dressed in something sexy. After what seemed like hours 
to Margret. Thick finally made her an offer.

"Look. We'll forget about the money your husband owes me 
if you agree to my terms."

Margret looked pleadingly up at the tall muscular black 
man standing in her living room. She nervously replied. 
"What's that?"

Thick laughed. "I want you to spend a weekend down at 
the club. After that. We'll forget about the money your 
old man owes me. Deal!"

Margret was so nervous she opened her mouth but no words 
escaped. In a cracking scared voice she finally replied. 
"Ok, I'll do as you want... My husband won't owe you 
anything if I agree?"

Thick and his thugs laughed. He replied. "No. Not a 
thing."

Thick said his girlfriend would call later in the week 
and give her a list of things to buy for that weekend. 
He almost started to leave but turned back around just 
as he was going out the door and said. 

"You got kids don't you?"

Margret replied, "Yes. Two. A boy and a girl."

Thick stepped back into the house and paused as he 
starred at the frightened housewife. He looked her 
straight in the eyes and asked, "You on the pill?"

Margret replied nervously, "Yes."

Thick replied in a demanding tone of voice, "Get them."

Margret hurriedly rushed toward the dining room where 
she kept her purse and pulled out the packet of birth 
control pills. She brought them into the front room 
holding the packet out for Thick. He grabbed the pills 
out of her hand and slid open the package. The package 
was brand new, no pills were missing yet.

Margret volunteered, "I started taking them again 
tomorrow."

Thick closed the packet reading the doctors name on the 
outside of the case. He then slipped it into his jacket 
pocket than starred at Margret and said, "You're going 
to stop taking these as of right now. Do you 
understand?"

Margret had tears in her eyes as she nervously replied. 
"Yes."

Thick added, "I know this doctor. If I find out you 
called him for another refill I'm going to want my 
money. You do exactly what I saw and don't tell your old 
man anything about the pills. Do you understand?"

Margret was almost crying as she replied, "Yes."

Thick turned and walked out the door. That was the last 
Margret ever heard from him and that was almost 3weeks 
ago. Thick's girlfriend Amber called a couple days later 
and verbally gave Margret a list of things to purchase 
and how she was supposed to be dressed the day she would 
be picked up.

That included. High heels with at least 6" spikes with 
straps around the ankles. A pair of black thongs. An 
open half black bra which were wired and held up the 
breasts but left them completely open. Large size 
condoms. Thank God they were going to use protection. At 
least that was what Margret thought. Also on the list 
was a black mini skirt and a shear black top. 

Margret started to dress. Thank God the kids were 
visiting friends for the weekend. They wouldn't see 
their mother dressed like a slut leaving the house that 
day. Billy was out in the living room pacing the floor 
as Margret adjusted the black skirt around her tiny 
waist. She had to sit in a chair as she slipped on those 
high heels. It took a couple minutes to hook the thin 
straps around her thin ankles. She applied rich red 
lipstick to her lips as she was instructed and finished 
with a tiny splash of perfume. She looked in the full 
length mirror. She looked like much younger than her 
thirty-one years. 

She looked like someone who was single ready to go out 
hitting the clubs to pickup men. Oh…She almost forgot. 
She grabbed her wedding rings with her right fingers and 
started to wiggle them off her left hand. She tucked 
them safely into her jewelry box and closed the lid. She 
took one last look in the mirror and shut off the light 
before heading out into the living room where Billy was 
pacing the floor.

Billy took one long look at his gorgeous blonde wife and 
sighed. Margret nervously grabbed her purse off the 
table and sat down on the sofa to wait for her ride. 
Billy sat down next to her rubbing the palm of his hand 
on her knee.

"Honey. I'm really sorry you have to do this."

Margret pushed Billy's hand away, "Billy. Just shut up 
and leave me alone right now."

She was mad because Billy allowed this to happen. If he 
never went to that casino that night they would be in 
this mess. Billy already promised her he would never 
gamble again. Let's just see if he holds his word. The 
sound of a car door closing filled the front room. A 
moment later there was a knock at the front door.

Margret stood up and opened the door. A woman stood on 
the porch smiling.

"I'm Amber. You must be Margret?"

Margret cracked a slight smile as she let Amber into the 
house. Amber looked over at Billy who was still seated 
on the sofa than turned to Margret and said, "Are you 
ready?"

Margret nodded than reached for her purse starring at 
her husband one last time. Amber placed her hand on 
Margret's purse and said. "Do you have your cell phone?"

Margret replied, "Yes I do."

Amber replied as she looked over at Billy, "Good. You 
can keep him updated during the weekend." Amber than 
said to Billy, "Stay close to the phone. Your wife will 
be calling you with lots of updates."

As soon as the front door shut, Billy stood up watching 
his lovely wife get into the car with Amber and watched 
until they were out of sight.

To be continued?

Thank you for reading my story. If you would like to 
read my bio please visit. www.karenkayonline.com 

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

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