Chapter 4

Ann was in a daze as the taxi pulled up before her apartment. Her pussy hurt, her ass hurt, and her jaw was sore. Sperm dripped out of her pussy and ass, soaking the insides of her sweat pants. She paid the cab driver and entered her apartment.

Ann sighed with relief when she locked the door behind her. She was nervous carrying around so much money in her pocket. Ann took out the big wad of money and counted it again. Fifty one hundred dollar bills were in her hand with more to come. Tyrone hadn't had her bonus money available and she would be picking up the rest later.

Things had gotten out of hand at the video shoot, but the sex had been incredible and the money would be enough to start off somewhere on a new, legitimate career.

Three days later, Ann looked at the wad of cash and wondered where the thousand dollars she had spent already had gone to. Sure, she had eaten at some of New Yorks finest restaurants and bought some expensive wine, but a thousand dollars?

That evening, Ann turned on the bath water and sat on the toilet to watch the tub fill with water. She had called Tyrone to see if the rest of her money was there yet. He had replied, no and asked her to come in to make another video. Ann had refused, but immediately her pussy had started gushing when she pictured his cock.

She was still horny as she sat and watched Tyrone slowly rise up in the tub as the water level rose. Ann stripped and climbed in, sighing as the warm water engulfed her body. She relaxed for a moment before shaving her legs and crotch, her eyes flickering over to Tyrone floating around as she shaved and rinsed herself.

Ann grabbed Tyrone and laid back in the tub. She brought the dildo up to her mouth and kissed the head, before sliding her lips around the tip. Ann licked around the dildo and then started sliding it down her body running it over her breasts and belly before bringing it down to her crotch.

"Fuck me Tyrone," she whispered as she pushed the plastic cock into her pussy. The dildo easily slid into her and she slowly began working it in and out of her pussy. Her body started flailing as her thrusts increased and her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Ann turned over on her hands and knees in the water. She reached between her legs and started moving the dildo again. "I love your cock," she said, imagining herself on the set again, with Marks cock rubbing on her ass and Latrell standing before her. She came again, but it was missing something.

An hour later, Ann was wearing her baseball cap and sunglasses as she stared at the black dildoes on the wall. She had already found Mark, but Latrell was proving difficult. Then her eyes fell on a nice foot long dildo, a little thicker then Latrell, but she wouldn't be complaining. She took her prizes up to the counter to pay for them. As the clerk was ringing her up, she noticed a movie display being set up near the front door. She grabbed her bag and proceeded to the exit, slowing to look at the display.

The movie was called, The Lifeguard's slut and sold for $24.95. Lying on the floor being put together was a giant cardboard cut out of Tyrone and...

Everyone in the store turned to stare at Ann as her scream echoed through the building. Ann noticed Tyrone and herself on the cover of the video and the display was covered with blurred out scenes from the movie. Ann saw the cashier approaching and ran out the door. "Hey, that's the girl in the..." she heard follow her as she fled the store.

"NYPD, Angela DeSabitini speaking," the voice on the phone sounded tired.

"I'd like to report a possible crime," said Ann crying.

"Name please."

"I'd prefer to remain anonymous," she replied.

Ann told the cop her story starting from the beginning. The cop interrupting her to ask questions from time to time. When she was done, the cop said, "Your asking me to believe that there is some group of pornographers preying on naive young tourists?"

"Yes."

"Do you realize that making an adult movie is illegal and that you broke the law?"

"No."

"What do you want from the police?"

"I want the money they owe me so I can go home."

"Do you have a copy of the contract?"

"No."

"Did you even sign the contract?

"No maam," she said sobbing into the phone.

"What was the name of this organization?"

"E&I Modeling," said Ann hearing the cop suck in her breath sharply.

"Would you be willing to testify against them?"

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Ann hanging up the phone.

Ann tossed and turned all night. Tyrone had lied to her about the magazine and about the video. What if he had lied to her about the distribution of the magazine and even now, people in her home town were reading it? Ann felt ill. Even now men were buying her porno in stores all over New York. Ann thought of hundreds, no thousands of men watching her sucking and fucking three black men, getting hard ons as they watched, thousands of wads erupting from thousands of cocks. Ann expected to feel sick again, but instead her pussy was itching at the thought of getting all those men off.

Ann was lying on her stomach slowly pushing Mark into her ass, Tyrone already buried in her pussy, when the doorbell rang. She was nearing orgasm and decided to ignore it.

The bell rang again, then someone pounded on the door. "Police, open up," yelled a female voice.

The color drained from Ann's face. "Just a minute," she yelled. Ann pulled the dildo's out and quickly pulled a robe on.

The doorbell was ringing again as she pulled the door open. A young attractive woman in police uniform was standing in the hall. She was short, but looked capable of handling herself. The police woman was tanned and had long, curly, black hair pulled back in a bun on her head.

"I'm officer DeSabitini," said the woman, "You spoke with me on the phone yesterday."

"No, you must be mistaken, I..."

"I have you on caller id," said the cop. "If you want to remain anonymous, don't call from your home."

"What do you want from me?" said Ann, fearing she was about to be arrested.

"I want to talk to you about the E&I modeling agency."

"Come in then," said Ann, closing the door behind the cop.

They sat down at the table, staring at each other. Ann saw the cop's eyes flicker over to the dildos on her bed and she felt her face flushing in embarrassment. "Have you ever heard the name Solomon King?" asked the cop suddenly.

"No," replied Ann.

"You would if you were from New York. Solomon King is a millionaire businessman. In public, he's a generous, charitable, philanthropist, but in reality, he's suspected of being involved in prostitution, drugs, extortion, and pornography. The list goes on."

"What's he have to do with me?'

"His organization is called, E&I enterprises."

That name rang a bell and then it hit her. "That's who published the magazine," said Ann resting her hand on the magazine.

The cop turned the Ebony and Ivory magazine over and began leafing through it as Ann watched. "Why do people buy this crap," said the cop frowning. "All those doctored pictures. It just isn't real."

"What do you mean "doctored" pictures?"

"You know making the penises look so big."

"Oh those cocks are real," said Ann as the cop arrived at Ann's layout.

The cop looked at Tyrone's cock and shook her head in disbelief. "How come you ripped some of the pictures out?"

Ann blushed again, remembering the pictures she had taped on the door. She didn't answer.

"Listen Ann," said the cop.

"How do you know my name?"

"From your mailbox downstairs. Ann, I need you to help me get Solomon King. All I need is for you to testify about what happened to you since you got off the bus. If I can get a warrant, I can search this modeling agency and if I can come up with anything connecting them to Mr. King, we can bust him.

"I'm not sure."

The cop leaned forward. "Ann, this Latrell character was waiting for an innocent girl like you to prey on. Think how many more girls might get taken advantage of if we can't stop him."

Ann thought about what had happened to her since arriving in New York, the suggestive scenes with Mark, the nude layout where they were supposed to doctor her features. lying about the video, her accidentaly giving Tyrone the go ahead to fuck her, and worst of all not getting all the money she was owed. How many girls had there been before her? How many girls would there be if E&I wasn't stopped? "I'll testify," said Ann.

Ann gulped when the cab pulled up at the warehouse. Officer DeSabitini had told her not to go anywhere near the warehouse, but Tyrone had called and said he had her money. She was going home tonight and would return if Angela needed her to testify. Hopefully, her statement would get Angela a warrant and they would find enough on King to bust him without even needing her.

Ann walked past a black limo, parked before the warehouse and she entered the building.

It was dusk and the warehouse was deserted. There was no sign of Latrell or Suzie, and Carol wasn't sitting at her desk. Tyrone's door was closed, so she softly knocked on it.

"Enter," said a deep voice.

Ann opened the door and stepped into the office. A strange black man was sitting behind Tyrone's desk. Even seated, she could tell he was a giant of a man. His head was completely shaved and he sported a goatee. He was very handsome, but the beard gave him a sinister appearance. His suit was an Armani and she could see a gold rolex on his wrist. Everything about him from his dress to his mannerisms exuded wealth, power, and a complete self-confidence.

"Hello Miss Dutton," said the man. "My name is Solomon King."

Ann backed up a step when the crimelord named himself. She turned and looked at the door, but an ugly, massive black man had appeared out of nowhere to block the exit. He was hideous. His face was dark black, with a crooked nose, big lips, and crooked teeth. He was more fat then muscles, and he completely filled the doorway.

Solomon King stood up and came around the desk, and leaned back against it. He was around six and a half feet tall and looked to have even more muscles then Tyrone. He looked a cross between Tyrone and Latrell. Latrell's height and looks, with Tyrone's bulk and confidence. "I own Ebony and Ivory Enterprises," continued the black man. Ann thought he sounded like James Earl Jones. "And I own you."

"You don't own me," said Ann sounding more defiant then she felt. "Just give me my money so I can go."

"I don't have it on me," said Solomon with a smug look on his face. "I'll have to put a check for the amount in this envelope and mail it to you." He picked up a manilla envelope and handed it to Ann.

Ann turned white when she saw her parents address on the envelope. She knew without looking what would be inside, but she looked anyway. The envelope was filled with pictures. Her and Mark, her and Latrell, and of course her and Tyrone. There was even a picture of Suzie shaving Ann's pussy, meaning there had to be a camera behind the mirror in the dressing room.

"See I do own you. Now unless you want your parents getting that envelope, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do."

Ann would of cried, but she had used up all her tears in the last few days. "What do you want from me?"

"Three things. First, my informants tell me a statement you gave a cop was submitted before a judge asking for a warrant to search these premises. That statement has disappeared. You are to break off all contact with the police. Second, you are now an employee of E&I. Any black employee of the company has access to your body whenever they want you. You're to do what you're told, go where you're told, Your mind and body will be assigned duties that match your abilities."

"So I'm some sort of sex slave?" asked Ann shivering, but thinking it wouldn't be that bad to have someone else do all her thinking for her.

"Not exactly Ann. If you have a head for business, you might become Vice President, though any black man will still have access to your body, from me, to Bull here, or even a dishwasher in one of my restaurants."

Ann turned to look at Bull, who flashed her a toothless grin. "And third?"

"Third," said Solomon, "Come suck my dick." Ann glanced over at the envelope and then at the impressive bulge in Mr King's pants. Her nipples had popped out and she felt her pussy gushing. He was still leaning on the desk as she sat in a chair before him and grabbed his thick member through his expensive, Italian pants. She reached up and undid his belt, pulling it out through the loops. She unbuttoned his pants and began unzipping them. Ann knew what his cock would look like before she even saw it and she was right.

When she pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang up, hard as a rock. It was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. Solomon's cock was as long as Latrell's and as thick as Tyrone's. It seemed carved from ebony, crisscrossed with big blue veins, and a plump head the size of a small apple. His balls were even bigger then Tyrone's. They hung halfway to his knees and she couldn't imagine the amount of sperm they must produce.

Ann fell in love with that cock the moment she saw it. She stroked the thick shaft with the palm of her hand, feeling it throb with each stroke. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip of the plump head.

She swirled her tongue around it, teasing the pee slit, then licking along the flared ridge. Ann kissed the tip, then moved down the shaft, forgetting she was being blackmailed and focusing only on satisfying Solomon's massive member.