Chapter 10: The Cashier

Marcus Anderson seemed like a quiet, average black man. He had been exactly that for a long time. Never had a girlfriend hardly. Drove an 18-wheeler truck for a local business for many, many years. Now he was retired, keeping to himself. He had two friends, Jessup and Gee. The liked to sit around with a little pot, working on building models while Gee would show them the latest web pages he’d found of naked, underage girls. It was Gee’s thing, but the other two didn’t exactly stop him. Of course, at their age, there wasn’t much else to do. The younger the better it seemed like. White girls especially.

So, one night the three, Marcus, Jessup and Gee, got pretty high and drove to the local hobby store. They check out all the things they wanted, decided on what they could afford, paid for it and left. They then headed over to Walmart for some cheaper supplies. On the way, everywhere they looked it seemed like some young hot girl was walking across the street or going down some sidewalk. Man, it sure paid to shop in these white neighborhoods! They commented on it often.

The three went inside, got a few things, left. After they got back in their car, it was near closing time so Marcus drove his SUV to a darker part of the parking lot, where the three smoked up a little bit of crack, something new for them actually. As they did, Gee saw something.

“Yo yo yo ... look over there. Walking down the sidewalk...”

They all looked. A young girl, looked like a cashier or something. She walked down the sidewalk towards the back.

Marcus said, “Supermarket just closed. Probably goin’ to her car.” They stared for a bit. She was a white honey alright. Small. Gee suddenly spoke up. “You boys wanna play? I’ll grab her, if we can go to your crib,” he said to Marcus.

The other two laughed, made fun of him. No way would he do something like that. “Yeah? You pull up alongside her; I’ll show you who’s got guts.”

Marcus and Jessup looked at each other. They shook their heads (quite high now) and Marcus put the car in gear. Actually, neither Marcus nor Jessup thought for a moment that Gee would grab her. Gee was all talk; no action. Marcus pulled up alongside her, lights out, stopped just ahead of her. Gee quickly opened his door, right in front of the young woman. He jumped out really quick, grabbed her tight and in a flash, he was yanking her inside the car, smacking her head hard against the door edge. She was so startled, by the time she got out any kind of noise he already had her inside the car. The girl’s head hurt like hell he figured. She was stunned; Gee grabbed the door handle, slammed it closed it. “Go!” he yelled.

Marcus and Jessup were amazed to say the least. Then they realized at the same instant, there was a white girl in their car, against her will, and they’d better get moving and quick. Marcus took off; around back, to the far end of the store, lights off. At the other end, he turned on the lights, slowed down, blended into traffic.

In back, Gee struggled with the girl, forcing her to the floor and laying on top of her. She kept making noise, yelling “Let me go!! AHHH!! Let me go!!!” as Gee struggled to keep her from getting up.

Jessup turned and tried helping; this was no time to let other people see a girl struggling in the backseat. Gee worked at keeping her facing the floor so she couldn’t see them or where they were going. They went a long way down Rt 15, turned left on Lexington, then Northrup Drive into his neighborhood. The drove to his house, the girl still struggling. Marcus pulled into the garage, shutting the door electrically behind him.

Once it closed, they all jumped out. Marcus and Gee dragged her out the driver’s side of the car, while Jessup pushed from the other side. They paused for a moment; the garage was dark. Gee slapped her once across her face, then jabbed her in her stomach. She let out a loud grunt and bent over. Gee grabbed some duct tape from the wall. Marcus took off his t-shirt, tied it around her eyes so she couldn’t see. Gee and Jessup taped her wrists behind her. The three dragged her inside, down to the basement. They stopped in the basement TV room, turned on the lights and got their first good look at this white girl. She was better than expected. Probably a cashier judging from her clothing. She was about 5’ 2” maybe, about 100 pounds. She had long, red hair. She appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen. She was crying, shaking, holding her arms around herself, kept talking.

“Where am I? What do you want? Please, just let me go ... Please, I’ll do anything, just let me go, please...”

Gee walked up to her. “Listen up, little girl. This your name? Brenda? This you?” He held her name badge. Brenda Lancaster was just sixteen. She’d gotten this job as soon as she could so she didn’t have to stay at home with her creepy stepdad and his creepy friends any more. They’d been harassing her since she was fourteen when her mom started working nights. Her mom Cynthia had no choice- she paid most of the bills, even if it meant working two jobs. Her Step-dad, John, was worthless. For some reason her mom had married this slob, who always had some excuse for not working, but plenty of time for drinking beer. Brenda hated him.

When Brenda was younger, she’d developed this cute butt even then, and her breasts, though not big at all, had been just starting to show. Her stepdad and his friends would get drunk, then they’d corner her and make her do things. First it was just wearing her bikini. Then showing them her boobs. Then they started making her show her whole body naked. One night they had each forced her to give them oral sex. It was so gross, so disgusting. As soon as she turned sixteen, she got this job at the supermarket so she wouldn’t be home the next time they felt like raping her. But now, now she was in some strange place, her eyes blindfolded, hands taped behind her. There was someone, men she figured, standing near her. She didn’t know where she was. She was scared to death. The man asked her if this was her name.

“Yes, yes, it is, yes ... Where am I? What do you want? Let me go!”

Gee leaned in close; smelled her skin, her fear. “Sure thing, snowflake. I’ll let you go. I’ll take you back and let you go right by your car. You just gotta do something for me first.”

Marcus grabbed her purse; checked her driver’s license. “Sixteen,” he said.

Gene put one finger on her chest, at the base of her neck, the only place her skin was visible. “First, girl, you gotta show me some more skin. Go on now, you show me more white skin, sixteen-year-old Brenda.” The others laughed. Marcus and Jessup lit cigarettes. The girl just stood there, unmoving. Jessup went behind her, tore the tape from her wrists. She didn’t move. Gee turned to Marcus, took his cigarette, put it to the girl. He ground it out on her chest, in that one spot. She screamed from the burning pain; jumped back. The other two grabbed her arms, held her.

Gee said, “You start taking them clothes off, girl, or I’m gonna burn you a whole lot more! I got me a whole pack.” Brenda could tell she didn’t have any choice here. If she wanted to leave, she’d have to do what they wanted, and hope it would all be over soon.

Slowly, she reached up and carefully undid her work vest. She eased it off, then slowly pulled her work shirt off. She stopped then, hoping that was enough. They just yelled at her to keep going. He burnt her arm. She jumped again, then with hands shaking, she undid her pants, slid them slowly down. She wasn’t sure what to do next. Her boobs or her private places? She reached back, hesitantly, hoping they’d tell her to stop. It was hard to keep your balance while blindfolded. She unhooked her bra, eased it off. Her breasts didn’t move much. They were just there now, all 16-year-old perky. This was worse than her stepfather. The men yelled again. She eased her underwear down, then stood there, legs together, naked and shaking like mad, crying, covering herself. From the tone of their voices, Brenda assumed the men were older, and black. Definitely.