Chapter 5: Life in the Hood Part II

Tyrone and Marcus were definitely moving up in Brentwood. Six months ago, they’d scored that Mercedes SUV with the fourteen-year-old in it. That had been a fun night. That pretty little white princess had gotten an education that night from three brothers. Since then, Wilcox, the man who ran the Hood, had been busted by the Feds and was behind bars. His boy Lester had taken over The Business, as they called it.

Now, Lester knew he could always count on Tyrone and Marcus. Lester had heard the two bragging about the girl earlier; little did they know just how much that had piqued his interest. For the first few months, though, Lester focused on high-end drugs; the kind that only rich people could afford. He saw stolen cars as a liability; an arrest just waiting to happen. Instead, he built himself a nice crib on the west side. Behind tall security gates. It was a luxury villa, built with his drug money. Now, Lester didn’t have a lot of bitches hanging around. He didn’t like them. All they wanted was his money; Take, take, take! He preferred a more solitary existence. One Friday, he called Marcus and Tyrone into his office.

“Yo, T and Marcus. I got a special job for you. I’m gonna throw a little party tonight. You two are invited, of course. But you gotta get something for me. Otherwise, the party is a bust and my rep goes south, like you will if you screw this up. Here’s what ah needs...”

Lester outlined it for them. Two or three young white girls. No hookers; fresh virgin types. The younger the better. He sent Tyrone and Marcus on their way. He called in Gee, his right-hand man. Lester knew Gee liked little girls, too. He told hm to set aside some blow and good booze for a party later. Gee ordered three large pizzas for delivery, got the blow from the safe.

Tyrone and Marcus drove around in their 2003 Chevrolet Impala. They talked about what Lester meant.

“It’s a promotion, man,” Tyrone said. “We get to party with booty, with the boss! We like part of the organization true. This makes us tight in the hood, bro...”

Marcus agreed. They cruised the catholic neighborhoods around 3 PM. All the catholic schools got around then; lots of little catholic girls would be running about. They stopped near one school. They watched many girls leave. One girl walked with a group, then turned away and went down a street by herself. Tyrone followed her. Half a block down, in an area by some woods, he stopped beside her. Marcus jumped out of the back seat, grabbed her, pulled her into the back seat with him quickly as she fought and screamed once. Tyrone quickly drove away.

Marcus forced her face down on the seat, grabbed up the tape. He quickly taped her wrists, then her mouth, then her ankles. He shoved her to the floor, sat up. “Ready for number two!” he laughed.

Susan Reese was fourteen years old. She’d been caught completely off-guard; next thing she knew she was in the back seat of a car and a man was taping her. Susan couldn’t resist too much, though she tried. She was 5’ 1” tall, weighed maybe 95 pounds. She had some boobs now, and was certainly developing a young girl cleavage. Her butt was really looking good lately. Her legs were a little chubby she thought. Everyone else though, they all thought she looks hot for being only fourteen. Maybe it was her long brown hair in a ponytail.

Soon, Tyron spotted a minivan pull into a supermarket. The woman driver got out, hurried inside. There were two others in the still running car, air conditioning on in the heat. Tyrone drove slowly by.

“No fucking way,” said Tyrone with surprise. They could see young girls inside, all playing with iPhones or something; not paying any attention to what was outside. He circled back. Marcus got ready.

He paused just behind them. Marcus jumped out, moved up quickly and jumped into the driver’s seat. Tyrone watched as Marcus quickly pointed the gun at both kids, yelling. The two jumped, then slowly they both bent down. Perfect. Marcus started to drive off. Tyrone followed; Susan still taped up on the floor behind him.

The minivan quickly got on the highway and drove to the west side of town. Tyrone stayed close behind. The police would be looking for this minivan pretty damn quick. Marcus pulled off at the first exit in the hood, then into an abandoned gas station at the bottom of the exit. He pulled into the empty service bay. Tyrone pulled in next to him.

Both men jumped out, waving their guns. They made the two girls get out, lay down on the concrete floor. Marcus ran over and closed the garage door behind the minivan.

Tyrone said, “We just gonna tape you up, then we gonna leave. This will all be over in a few minutes. Nobody gets hurt.”

It was a way of getting girls to obey you. Make them think it’ll all be over soon if they just cooperate. Actually, he had other ideas for these two white girls.

The first girl taped up was Lucy Barnes, the sixteen-year-old daughter of the driver. She was 5’ 8” tall, 115 pounds, shoulder-length dark blonde hair, nice tits; a great ass. Typical, good-looking suburban teen she was. Clean.

Next, they taped up Linda’s younger sister Carol. Carol was fourteen years old, just. She stood 5’ 2” tall, had a small but clearly defined set of boobs sprouting up; and a nice butt. Her athletic thighs really made her possibly the sexiest looking of the three. Her long, straight, silky brown hair made it even more so. Tyrone thought Lester would be very pleased with their catch.

Just as soon as they were taped, the two men grabbed each girl one at a time, shoving each into the back seat of the Chevy, lying face down, beside the girl on the floor. Marcus opened the garage door as Tyrone quickly backed out. Door closed again, hiding the stolen minivan, they drove to Lester’s crib.

Arriving around six o’clock, the two drove the old Chevy around back to the basement door. They pulled the three girls out. Marcus cut the tape around their ankles. The three stumbled inside, blindly following the one in front.

In the kitchen storeroom, Gee, a fairly overweight black man, was cutting chicken. The back door opened; he watched the five come inside. It was Gee’s job to make sure the girls were what Lester wanted. Gee closed the outside door, looking around first, then said, “OK, let’s see what you brought us.”

Tyrone pushed each girl up against the boxes, made them stand still. All three girls were crying, shaking. Gee began to checked them out. The older one was about sixteen or seventeen he guessed. A little plain, but definitely no ghetto slut. She had on cut jeans and a t-shirt. He asked where they found her.

“Woodland Hills, near the supermarket,” Marcus said.

Gee grinned. He put one hand on Lucy’s tit. Nice. She jumped when he did, tried to turn away some. She would do fine, mumbling in her taped mouth.

He moved to the next girl. She was younger. Probably around fourteen or fifteen. She had little tits, not much. Young for sure. Long, skinny legs, too. Long, dark brown hair. Definitely virgin material.

Marcus spoke up. “We think it’s her sister,” he sneered.

Gee nodded, moved to the third girl. She was young, like the second girl. A little shorter, but still very cute. Very well groomed. “What about this one?” Gee asked.

“Near the St Mary’s Catholic School,” Marcus answered.

Gee looked her over. White blouse, pink vest, green plaid skirt. Nice legs, socks and school shoes. Oh, yes; Lester loved the schoolgirls. He grinned. “They’ll do,” Lester said. “Take off the tape.”

Marcus and Tyrone removed the tape binding the three girls. The three stood there, shaking, scared, crying. Once they could speak, they started asking question and after question, pleading for them to let them go.

Gee spoke up. “Listen up! All of you! You three are gonna do what I tells ya to do, or I start cutting teeth out,” he growled, holding up his bloody kitchen knife. He walked up to the older one, slapped her across her face.

“You got that? You don’t obey, I’ll start with your sister’s teeth,” he said as he reached down and gripped Carol’s chin.

Gee turned to the other two men. “Get them ready. Leave the little catholic girl as is,” he said. “There be clothes in the back. Locker 2. Get the other two dressed for the party.” Gee went back to the kitchen, preparing the food.

Marcus and Tyrone made the girls walk to the back of the storeroom, into another small room. The girls kept crying, pleading, while the two kept telling them to shut up. In back, Marcus opened the locker door as the three girls huddled together. Inside he found some girl’s clothing. He pulled out a black cocktail dress, handed it to the younger sister, Carol.

“Get undressed and put this on,” he said. At first, Carol just stood there, shaking her head, eyes wide and scared. He punched her older sister in her stomach, hard. Lucy doubled over, went to a knee, gasping. Carol shrieked, said, “Ok! Ok!” and began to get changed. First she started to put the dress on over her clothes, but Marcus told her to take those off first. She wore white shorts and a red & white tank top. Carol eased off her shirt, hesitated, then slowly undid her training bra. Marcus snapped at her to take the shorts off. “Hurry the fuck up, bitch!” he snarled. She hesitated, but then Tyrone grabbed Lucy. Carol again said, “Ok, ok...” and finished undressing, undoing her shorts, then easing them down, then her white panties. She stood there naked, one arm across her chest, gripping the dress, while her other hand covered her crotch. She kept her arms and legs tight, turning towards her sister, trembling. Not bad for a fourteen-year-old. It was cold, so she put the dress on when he shook Lucy some. The black dress was for someone smaller, younger. It was so short, she kept tugging at the hem line. The front had a wide v-shaped opening, stretching down almost to her stomach. She kept mumbling, crying, “It’s, it’s too small. It doesn’t fit...” The black dress left little to the imagination. The deep V in front showed a lot of bare chest. The dress was quite short, barely hiding her nude privates.

Next, Tyrone turned to her older sister Lucy. “You, you’re next. Strip, little girl.”

Lucy slowly got undressed, trying to get her wind back after getting punched. She had no choice. These men were big; had guns. She was trapped in the back room of some storage place. Slowly, she eased off her jeans, then her t-shirt. She unhooked her bra, a healthy 33B hiding two very perky tits with some very nice nipples. She tried covering them with her right arm as she did, but there was a lot to try and hide. She eased it off, then slowly she slid her black panties off with her left hand while staring at the man in front of her. She stood up, arms covering herself. Marcus reached in the closet, pulled out a bath towel, handed it to her.

“Cover yourself, girl,” he said to her. Lucy wrapped the towel around herself. It barely reached around her. She wrapped it high enough to cover her nipples, but even then it was barely covering her butt. She held the top corner under her arm, with the towel open all down her side. Both her hands were busy trying to hold the towel, for it kept slipping from her trembling hands. The two men kept staring at her, grinning, their eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. While it was barely enough to wrap around her, it was also barely wide enough. To keep her butt covered, she had to expose more of her breasts than she normally liked to. A lot more. The towel, held tightly at the top, squeezed her boobs. This caused some deep cleavage to show as they bulged out the top.

Susan Reese watched the other two girls get forced to change. Was she next? She was scared to death. She stood there, arms wrapped around herself, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Finally, she jumped when one of the men addressed her.

“You, school girl. Take off you fucking bra, honey.”