"You fucking two timing bastard mother fucker you!!!" she roared once her mind had collected itself and as the reality of the scene registered. The two bodies froze on a downward thrust, no one breathed. Toni crossed the room burning rubber on the plush carpeting. A stream of invectives began to flow from her lips at an astonishing speed. She exhausted her dictionary of profanity in five, solid minutes as she verbally destroyed Louie Alfono and his ten dollar tart. Then she walked out of the apartment and out of Tahoe and the casino business forever.
A day later she was in San Francisco and a week later had decided that none of it was worth getting her bowels in an uproar over. It was time to move on. She was twenty-eight years old.
Chapter 2
Thursday
The geezer with the twelve inch cock and his teenage nymph in room five were still there when Toni flipped the viewing screen on next morning. He was asleep and she was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her face as inscrutable as the day before.
"She's a weird one," Toni thought to herself as she brushed the sleep from the corners of her eyes. "I wonder what's going on inside that head of hers?"
Going on inside her head was a movie that played itself back time and time again. She was remembering that afternoon when school let out shortly after her sixteenth birthday in Detroit. Standing there in the waning sunlight on a corner waiting for the traffic to slow down so she could cross the street. Her arms full of World History and Algebra One and French for Beginners and loose leaf binders.
"Psst! Hey you!" a voice called out from a car that had pulled up to the curb alongside of her. It was a beat up old jalopy and inside were four black kids her own age. They beckoned for her to come closer but she took two steps back instead. They were a bit rough looking to her.
"Hey blondie, I just wanna ask you how to get to Pierpont Avenue, we're lost," the kid in the back seat said. She made the mistake of believing him.
She moved in close to the car and bent over, her left arm cradling her school books, her right arm extended pointing in the direction of Pier-point Avenue.
"You take the first right… " when suddenly the back door swung open and she was hauled into the back seat, her notebooks falling to the curb.
"Don't scream or make no fuss and nothin's gonna happen to you," the kid told her as the car pulled out with a screech into the afternoon traffic. Hijacked was the word that went through her head as the driver gunned the motor.
The two in the back seat had thrown a blanket over her. She was stretched flat across their legs stomach down and the kid kept feeling the cheeks of her ass and saying, "Hey we got ourselves a nice one here." Her mind was pounding with terror and she began to cry softly.
"Aww don't start none of that shit bitch, there's nothin' to cry over. We're all jes gonna have ourselves a little party that's all." This was one party she would have preferred to pass on.
They drove for about an hour before the car pulled to an abrupt halt. The blanket was still over her and with a lot of heavy guffawing they bundled her rapidly out of the car and into a building. She could feel them going downstairs and reasoned that they were in a basement. The damp, musty smell hit her nose, filled it and never left it. They dropped her onto a lumpy mattress and pulled the scratchy blanket off her.
Her eyes opened and focused. There were four of them and they stood around her in a semi circle with funny little smiles on their faces. The one who appeared to be a ringleader moved towards her running his hand across his crotch, his teeth flashing like neon across the blackness of his face.
"What' are you going to do with me?" she echoed her fear at him.
"Fuck you," he said unbuckling his jeans.
"But don't worry honey we ain't gonna hurt you, cause we want you to come back," the one who had done the driving said.
"Yeah you ain't the first sweet little thing we snatched either and believe me we never had no complaints," another one said.
"You a virgin?" the tallest one asked, his head cocked to one side.
"No," she heard herself saying. They all seemed to take one step back as she said it.
"You're not?" the ringleader asked a bit disappointed.
"No, I'm not you black asshole cock sucker you!" she spit at him. He took another step backwards. "And I don't know what the fuck you think you're playing at but if this is the only way you shitheads have of getting a piece of ass then all I can say is I really feel sorry for you. Big fucking man, huh! Pulling girls off of street corners! You wanna fuck me is that it? OK you can fuck me, only I'm telling you this, if you hurt me
or think you can dump me like a sack of potatoes when this thing's over you've got another think coming. My old man's a first grade detective on the police force and if anything happens to me your black fucking asses are going to be had!! You understand me?"
Most of the bravado had leaked out of them as she delivered her wildcat outpour.
"Let's see your cock Valentino," she said spreading her own legs and rubbing her hands across her crotch as they all had done moments before.
"Hey look bitch," the ringleader said without much weight behind the words.
"Don't call me bitch you stupid prick. I said let's see your cock. Isn't that what you got me here for? Well let's not waste any time then or don't you have one you black faced faggot!?!"
The combination of racial and sexual slurs that came tumbling from this seemingly virginal little wisp of a girl had thrown them all into a state of panic. The burden of saving face fell upon the ringleader. Everyone was looking at him to make the first move. No one felt very aggressive suddenly.
"Come on whip it out!" she said relishing his discomfort, feeling fantastic at the sexual power she was holding over them, proud of the way she had turned the tables on this potentially dangerous situation. "If you're man enough to whip it out I'm woman enough to eat it!" she said her voice going all hot and soft, He whipped it out. "Why it looks like a pencil," she said as his semi-erect cock flopped five inches from her face, "all rubber eraser and no lead!" The other three broke into uncontained peels of laughter, slapping each other on the backs, holding their sides, watching their ringleader's pecker wag and sag in the breeze. They too were enjoying his sudden fall from the throne of power. Public humiliation was the great leveler.
"OK big mouth! Suck it!" he commanded. She moved to the edge of the bed and began to suck it. She kept her eyes open and watched as they all moved in close to get a glimpse of what she could do with her mouth besides talk good. She could do plenty. His black cock puffed up in her mouth as she turned on the juice.
"How's it feel Jesse?" one of them asked.
"She good?"
"She sure is a feisty little number."
She pulled her mouth off his cock and started to jerk him off with her hand looking up at him with eyes that were harder and crueler than anything they had tried to intimidate her with. Jesse could feel himself growing harder and harder as he looked into those strange eyes, at the expert way she was sucking and pulling him off.
"One's not enough for me," she said pointing her finger at the driver. "You! Come here and whip it out. Let's see what you got to offer."
The driver was scared and pleased she could tell.
His fat cock craned outwards at her as his pants dropped to his ankles. "Give it to her, Boo!" one of them said.
Her hand continued jerking the ringleader off as her mouth slid around the driver and began to suck and blow at him. The two cocksman looked at each other, their eyes like huge marbles of disbelief in their heads. She started moving fast on the driver's cock and then just as suddenly stopped and transferred her oral affections to the other one, her hand slipping around the drivers throbbing prick firmly and taking up a strong manual movement. They both blinked at the same time.