Chapter 5

My wife just rounded the corner and saw the look on my face. She rushed over.

“What? What’s happened.” She was right in front of me now, her hand touching my arm at the elbow.

“It’s Sarah. She missing.”

“Please ... please let me have it,” begged the young girl to her captors.

The two men simply grinned at her. They’d found her wandering down the street, aimlessly, until she saw them. They thought she would run, and she did ... right at them. When she asked for some White from them, they grinned for the first time at her.

Now, they were grinning again, grateful that temporary dementia caused by White deprivation was working in their favor.

“What’s yer’ name sweet thing?” said the one with the bad haircut and lots of tattoos.

“It’s-s-s-s-aaarah,” said the attractive co-ed, wearing a short dress under her coat, showing off ample legs.

“Well Ssssaaarah, what can we do for you?” replied the one with the receding hairline and pock-marked face.

“I n-n-need some White. Please.” She looked back and forth to each of them for some sign.

The two bums looked at each other as if they’d won the lottery.

“How much money do you have on you?” ask Bad Haircut.

Sarah looked stunned, then reached into her pockets, coming up with nothing. She hadn’t thought to bring her purse with her.

“I um ... um...” she stumbled.

“You come here, looking for White, and you don’t have any money?” snorted Pock Face. “You know how valuable our White is, missy?” he sneered at her.

“I’m sorry ... I ... forgot ... I have money back home I can get you ... please ... just let me have some White now and I’ll go get money and bring it back, I promise,” desperation in her voice.

“Did you hear that,” said Bad Haircut, “Missy here has mistaken us for some kinda’ bank!” He looked back at Sarah and spoke harshly. “We don’t lend out our White. You need cash in advance.”

“Please ... there’s gotta’ be something...” said Sarah, looking at her Cartier watch, “here, you can have this nice watch,” she continued while starting to take it off.

“Do we look like we need a watch, missy?” sneered Bad Haircut.

“Take your clothes off.” Pock Mark found his voice again.

“My clothes? But ... I don’t ... I can get the White without...”

“If you want the White, take your clothes off. We’ll have ourselves a little party here,” said Pock Mark, grinning over at Bad Haircut.

Sarah was desperate and knew now that the only way she was possibly gonna’ get some White was to strip and get it on with them.

“If ... if I do ... you’ll ... you will give me the White ... right?” she said tentatively.

“Of course, missy ... you can drink all the White you want,” said Bad Haircut, absentmindedly rubbing his crotch with one of his hands.

Long since having lost true modesty, Sarah took off her jacket, revealing a short dress. She removed it next, not looking at the two men. Her hunger simply had the best of her; she was ready to practically do anything for the White.

She removed her bra and then her panties, standing completely naked in front of the two astonished men.

Pock Mark and Bad Haircut thought that they’d either hit the lottery or, died and gone to Heaven. Either way was fine with them as they looked at the stunning naked girl standing in front of them.

Her perky, pink-nippled tits. Her shaved cunt.