Chapter 16: Slut Party

Michael James was a black guy living in the North End, trying to get by. It wasn’t easy, what with a previous robbery charge he’d served two years for. Now he was 22 and without money, he’d be out on the street. He went by his Uncle Jim’s place, hoping maybe he could fix him up with some work. Everyone knew Uncle Jim had several things going on the side. Uncle Jim had said he understood how hard it was, so he loaned him $8000 right there, in cash. What Michael failed to realize was that now, Uncle Jim owned him, so long as he owed Uncle Jim money. He had to do what Uncle Jim said, or he’d call in the loan immediately.

One night Uncle Jim and his top three bosses were having a party at Jim’s luxury apartment on Beaumont Street, downtown. With some lady friends, they wanted some special entertainment. Jim thought of Michael. He called him on the phone. It was rare for anyone to get a call directly from their Uncle Jim. When Michael answered, Jim said, “Hey, boy! How’d you like to pay off the $8000 loan in one night? You up for that kind of action?”

Michael was shocked. What? Pay it off in just one night? Holy cow, was this just a family thing after all? He said of course, he was up for it. Uncle Jim said, “I’m at my condo. Tony will meet you downstairs. Hurry the fuck up. We got us a party tonight.”

Michael jumped in his car, drove downtown to the fancy condos near downtown. He saw Fat Tony standing by the door. He pulled up, Fat Tony got in. Fat Tony said, “OK, listen up good. We havin’ us a party tonight. All you gotta do is go get us a couple of young, white virgins, no whores or nothing. The real thing. Young, white, virgin. Bring two of them here by 11 PM, or there’s no deal.”

Fat Tony got out, went inside to the elevators. Michael thought, ‘holy shit! I’m gonna need help. Right fucking now.’ His first thought was Mark. He’d help, but it would cost him. He’d figure something out. He called Mark, then met him at the QuikMart on 13th. Mark got in. “What’s up, brother?” he asked. Mark outlined that his debt had been called in, and he until 11 pm to deliver. If he could bring two girls, they’d call the debt off.”

Mark said, “No shit? Free and clear? What kind of girls you talking’ about? Shit, you can get two right now down or 115th!” Michael explained it. “First, they gotta be white. Second, they gotta be young. Third, they gotta be virgins. That’s the mutherfuckin’ deal. So, I got till eleven to come up with two little white girls.” Michael said he knows it’s gonna cost him, but they’ll figure something out later. Right now, he gotta help him find these two girls.

Mark finally agreed. Michael was already driving to South Corlin County. He pulled into a sub division. They drove slowly through, his older Chevy Impala looking rough but was making hardly any noise. One street- nothing. Across the road into another subdivision. A few more streets. Some people walking dogs or jogging at night. Nothing. They went to the third subdivision, thinking this was not gonna work, he was screwed, when suddenly they saw a most amazing sight. Two young girls walking down the street, not up on the sidewalk. They had on hoodies and light jackets. On impulse, Michael puled up and stopped with the back door just past them. “Go!” he said.

Mark jumped out, his 9mm in his hand. In an instant he grabbed the one girl on the outside, shoved her into her friend, knocking them both off balance against the car. He grabbed the door and opened it. “Get in or I’ll shoot the both of you right here! Get in the fucking car now!” He pointed the gun at the second girl’s head, right in front of the other girl. They two were now like, “Ok, ok, ok, don’t shoot us, ok, ok, don’t shoot, ok...” He forced them both into the back seat, slammed the door shut. He jumped in the front, closed the door, still pointing the gun at them. Michael drove quickly away. Mark started yelling the two girls, “Put your heads down! Put your fucking heads down! Get ‘em down, now!” He kept on. “You do what you’re told. You don’t, I shoot your little friend first. Stay down!”

The car raced down the road and got on the interstate. As Michael drove, Mark kept terrorizing the two girls. “You! Yeah, you! You! What’s your fucking name, bitch?” He kept shoving them down lower. The one girl said “K, K, Karen Fisher, sir...” “Shut the fuck up!” Mark yelled. “How old are you, K K Karen Fisher?” he mocked. She said something, he yelled “What?” and she said louder, “Fourteen, sir...”

Mark didn’t let up. Michael was impressed. It sure seemed like Mark had done this sort of thing before. He listened as Mark yelled at the second girl. Her name was Sheri DeMone. She too was fourteen. Michael kept driving very carefully. This was probably his only chance to get this loan paid free and clear. With the money he could do plenty.

Michael made a call to Fat Tony. It was 9:20 pm. “Yo nigger, meet me by the back door, by my Escalade. You better not be fucking with us.” He hung up before Michael could say anything. He drove to the downtown exit, pulled into the luxury condo lot, drove around back. Fat Tony and another guy stood by his Escalade, right by the back door. He pulled in so the Escalade blocked the view from the rest of the parking lot. Mark opened the door. Michael ran around the back of the car. “Just what you ordered, my man! Just what you ordered! Fresh white meat, fresh from the ‘burbs! Both these little honeys be just fourteen years of age each!” As he spoke, Mark pulled the two girls out.

Karen Fisher was fourteen, just last week in fact. She’d been walking home from the school band practice with her best friend Sheri. Karen stood a rather tall 5’10” for her age, and at 130 pounds she had a slim figure. She had on slacks, with these long legs. She was rather flat-chested, but then again, she was just fourteen years old. She was quite the volleyball player in her eighth grade. He soft, red hair was straight, and in a ponytail now, about halfway down her back.

Sheri was a lot shorter, barely 5’3” tall, about 130 pounds too. Sheri DeMone had enough bosom for both of them. She was definitely stacked. Her chubby but tight little ass only highlighted her figure more. She also wore her long, brunette hair in a ponytail, reaching down as much as Karen’s. She had on faded, cut jeans.

Both girls stood outside this car, scared to death. They were just walking home from school when suddenly this man had pointed a gun at her head and made them both get in this car. They didn’t know what to do. Nobody ever told them what they should do if this happens. They both were trying to think of ways out of this, but everything was happening so fast. Now, they stood in the night shadow, as four black men stood staring at them. Neither had a clue as to who they were, what was going on or what was happening next. Maybe they were here to take them home...

Fat Tony looked them over closely. Young alright. Yeah, easily fourteen. This one even had freckles. Tall thing. Her friend was shorter, some awesome tits and a nice butt, though. She also looked young, like this one. Fourteen he’d said. He asked her. She said, voice trembling, “fourteen...” He knew what fourteen looked like. He had two young teenage daughters of his own. Yeah, this was pretty much exactly right. “Ok,” he said. “Ok then, deal. Debt cancelled. Thank you, gentlemen.” He and his friend escorted the two girls inside. As they moved towards the back door, Fat Tony kept saying, “This way, we’ll get you home real soon. This was just some misunderstanding now. Don’t you worry none...”

The girls were told to walk inside. An elevator was there, door open. They all got in it and it started going up. It was quite a luxurious looking elevator Karen noticed. It went up a long time. At the top, the door opened. Another big black man stood there, grinning. “At last!” he said. Karen wondered what he meant by that. They all walked down a short hallway to a door. It was the entrance to a luxurious mansion! Karen looked around in awe. Everything here was super fancy, very modern. In the main room sat a man, a large black man, with two women sitting on the arms of his chair.

Sheri was really confused now. Luxury apartment; good thing. Four black men and two black women; concerning. She was still trying to figure out what she had to do with any of this. They made Sheri and Karen stand in front of the man in the chair. He looked at them with disdain. Finally, he said, “You’re blocking my view.” Behind them was a muted big screen TV with a basketball game playing. Sheri and Karen stepped aside. “Oh, sorry,” she said.

The man in the chair looked at her angrily. “Say what!?” he yelled at Sheri. Sheri was caught off guard by this, not sure what she did or what to say. “I, I, I...” “Shut the fuck up!” the man yelled at her. “You don’t never say nothin’ less I tells you to. Bitch.” Both girls realized, this was not a friendly place, or a safe place.

Fat Tony sat down on the couch by Tre. The one black girl moved over and leaned on him. “Where we at?” he asked Tre. Tre said, “Just started. 8-6 is all.” Tyrone and T stood by the two girls. Tre was their boss. He ran this smooth though illegal operation of theirs. Tre was a big guy. Only 5’ 11”, he weighed 220 pounds and most of that was muscle. He had short hair. Fat Tony was his number 2 guy. Tony had long dregs, weighed a good 280 pounds and stood about 5’10” tall. He had strength though.

Tyrone and T were two younger guys. While Tre was 32 years old, Fat Tony was 34. Tyrone was 24 and T was just 19. Basically, Tre was the boss, Fat Tony the enforcer, and Tyrone and T were the muscle. The two women were Shanice and Shaniqua. Both were first cousins of Tre. And yes, he’d fucked them both, many times. They all had.

Tre looked at Tony. “We need some cheerleaders.” Tony looked at Tyrone. “Make them be like cheerleaders.” Tyrone grinned, so did T. They both grabbed each girl. Tyrone laid it down for them. “You do what I say to do, or we beat the shit out of your friend. Same goes for you. You understand me, whitey?” They both nodded, shaking. Tyrone roughly let go of Karen. He said, “Take off them clothes. Don’t stop till I tells you to. And dance while you do it.” T laughed, let go of Sheri. “You too, baby girl! Go on!”

Both girls stood there, not knowing what to do. Getting undressed in front of these grown-ups just wasn’t right. They looked at each other, hoping the other would know what to do. Suddenly the one man punched Karen right in her ribs. She let out a cry, grabbing her side, painfully. The other man said to Sheri, “I said get going, bitch!”

Slowly, her hands shaking so much she could hardly undo anything, slowly Sheri started to undress. Her eyes wide, full of tears now, she got slapped whenever she tried to say something. She took off her jacket, then pulled her sweatshirt off over her head. After she set it down on the floor, she pulled her polo shirt up and off. Her big boobs just stuck right out there; she was so embarrassed. And why did she have to wear this old bra that didn’t even fit anymore? Jeesh, her bosoms were bulging out all over.

Sheri saw Karen start to undress too. They told them to dance. Sheri tried to dance some. They said dance like a cheerleader. She just hopped from foot to foot as she reached in front and somehow managed to get the clasp undone. Her tits just spilled right out. She heard a lot of crude comments. She covered her boobs with one arm, while the man told her to keep going. Karen had just taken her bra off too. Sheri wished she had a chest like hers right now. Sheri got her jeans undone, then slid them down to the floor. She had to take off her shoes to take off the pants. The man snapped her panties. “These too,” he said. She slowly slid them down and took them off, her left arm across her chest, her right hand up covering her small amount of pubic hair. Sexually she was developing early, but she only had a small amount of hair yet.

Karen stood there, completely naked now in front of all these grown-ups. She mostly covered her vagina. She did have breasts, just not very big at all. She was tall, thin, long sexy legs with a very plump teenage butt on her. Her pussy was just a slit going down between her legs, her thighs not even touching. Not a bit of hair on her yet.

Tyrone made them dance together like they were cheerleaders. They each held a small pillow in each hand, shaking them over their heads as they were forced to jump around. Whenever the home team scored, the two girls were forced to kiss each other on the lips. Then it was that every three-point shot meant the tall girl had hold the shorter girl’s big tits for three seconds. Then, whenever someone got a free throw, they made Sheri stand there, rubbing her own breasts while pushing her chest out and back during the entire free throw. Once, when the other team got ahead, T made the tall girl kneel and lick his black cock with her tongue until their team got ahead again. Sometimes it was quick. Sometimes she had to do it a long time.

Karen hated the licking part. All she wanted to do was go home! She sometimes would say quietly, “I want to go home,” or, “I want my mom.” Not doing all this posing and dancing while completely naked in front of all these black grown-up people. Karen was crying a lot too. Her and Sheri both just did what the man said, and the occasional refusal only got them whipped with that leather belt. Karen knew what was coming. Sheri probably didn’t, but Karen just knew from they way they were looking at her and Sheri, especially Sheri’s boobs, she knew they were going to rape them both. She just knew it. She cried constantly, doing this stupid dance or doing these stupid things. This licking part was the worst yet. She had to stick her tongue way out, then move it all over his giant penis. God, this thing was massive, and dark brown. He made her do the same to his ball sack down there. It was even more gross than his penis, but she had to. It smelled worse. His penis kept getting bigger it seemed like.

The man in the chair said, “Gimmie that, fool. Whose party is this anyway?” He stood up for a moment, undid his pants, then said “Shaniqua...”. His cousin, wearing nothing but a lacey bra and panties, eagerly moved over and pulled his pants the rest of the way down. She then pulled his shorts down slowly, making a big show of it when his big, black penis popped clear. Tre sat back down, told the tall white girl to “Suck my dick, bitch,” as he puffed on a cigar. Karen saw no way around it. She glanced back at Sheri, but didn’t want them to whip her on account of herself again. Karen slowly moved between the man’s wide-spread legs as he grinned and chuckled. She didn’t even try to cover herself, too in shock at what was happening. He had these big, strong, brown thighs. Where they met was this enormous dark brown penis, hanging down in an arc from a big bush of black hair. She snapped out of it when the one lady, Shaniqua? She leaned down to watch as she did this. It was so gross, all these grown-ups watching her, stark naked, about to do this thing with her mouth.

Karen opened her jaw as wide as she could, everything blurred by her tears. She didn’t want to touch that thing anymore than she had to. Uuumph! Oh God, it was enormous! The head part, it pushed between her lips feeling more like a sponge. She felt it touch her tongue, then touch the top of her mouth. She gagged a lot. The shaft of his thing kept her jaw forced wide open. It felt like a very warm hard sausage or something. She knelt there, as the woman kept her hand behind her head, holding her mouth down on him. As he eased himself back down, she had to follow, keeping his penis in her mouth. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do now. Then the woman said, “Suck on it, little girl! Suck on it, like a lollipop! Go on, you can do it! It’s easy! Just take in deep breaths as you suck on his cock, then take a breath, then suck in on it again! Easy! That’s it! Suck more! Again! Again! That’s it, girl. You got this, you got this. Ooooh wee, look at her go! Just keep going girl! You a fine little cock sucker!” The lady turned to the others. “Ah thinks she’s found her special talent!” Everyone laughed as Karen sucked in on his cock, again and again. Suck in hard, then a long breath, the suck in hard again.

Meanwhile, Fat Tony told them to bring the other girl over to him. He too stood, let Tre’s other cousin pull them down, then told the young girl, “Yo, put those tittles right here in my face so’s I can suck on them nipples of yours.” The girl slowly moved closer, then leaned over, putting one hand gingerly on the arm rest, pushing her boobs out in front as much as she could. She put her right nipple to his mouth first. He gripped it with his hands, began to suck on it very, very hard. Over and over, he worked on her tit, really squeezing it hard with his fingers.