Chapter 7: Targets

Tony and Michael were two 21-year-old black youths from the wrong side of the city. They’d grown up together, hung out together and did jobs together. Only occasionally did they associate with a gang. They preferred being independent contractors. Their skills were varied; from strong armed robberies to car jackings to collecting.

In the last two years, they had started to work with a Mexican gang. Mostly kidnappings. At first it had been easy and paid good. A Latino or black girl could be grabbed fairly easily in their neighborhoods. The two didn’t know it, but they were both hebephiles- any man attracted to girls between the ages of twelve and fifteen. Neither man had even heard that word before. All they knew was, when it came to grabbing younger girls for the cartel, the younger the better and the cartel didn’t care if they fucked them first. They took full advantage of that. Suddenly, girls their own age seemed like old sluts. For every Latino girl, they got $800. Black girls were $500.

Last week, however, when they’d drop off a twelve-year-old Latino girl, Hernando had talked to them about a different deal. “You two have done good work for us. Never any issues. We like that. Now, I think you may be ready for some more professional work.” The two listened closely. Hernando went on.

“Anyone can grab us latinos and blacks, but the real money is in young white girls. I think maybe you two are ready to try it. High risk but higher rewards. One white girl pays you ten grand. Each girl.”

Hernando went on to say that not many lasted long doing this. “Latino or black girl goes missing- no one cares. White girl from the Valley goes missing- you got INS, Immigration, FBI, Sheriff, everybody all over it.” Hernando said he needed someone reliable. Tony and Michael knew this was a big promotion, a chance to make a lot more money. Hell, they should have gotten into this sex trade sooner. But Hernando went on.

“There are certain rules that apply. Very important rules. First, the white girl must be unharmed. No bruises; not a mark. Second, you get a $1000 bonus if she’s a virgin. Now, listen carefully. We decide what’s acceptable. You can’t deliver; then we stop calling. Comprende’?” Hernando put out his hand. Tony shook his, but Hernando gripped him tightly. “Pristine, understand? You don’t get no second chances with me. You bring the feds, we gonna have a big problem.” The two men with him stood close by, holding their weapons.

Tony and Michael walked to their car. A girl came up and gave them a piece of paper. She told them, “He said to memorize it and then burn it.” The two looked at it. It was a phone number. They got in their Dodge Charger and left, driving back to the hood. Tony said how he’d always wanted to make more, but this was dangerous shit with these cartels. “You don’t deliver, they finish you but good. They love making examples of us brothers.”

Michael agreed, but added, “Yeah, but so long as you deliver, the pay is outstanding. What we got to do is build up our end, protect ourselves.” The two discussed the best plan of action when Hernando calls with their first order. Many ideas got floated, but in the end, simplicity won out.

They cruised the mall parking lots. Then the strip mall lots, near supermarkets and retail stores in the best neighborhoods at night. Younger teens were rarely alone. What they saw more than anything else were young teens with their mothers. High end malls had too much video. They’d have to follow them from the area and hope they stopped someplace. The strip malls were much better. They looked for places with women’s stores, beauty shops, places young girls would go. When they came back to their car, Michael would grab the girl while Tony knocked the mother unconscious. By the time she’d come around, they would be long gone.

Daylight grabs were very risky. Everybody had cameras. Their specialty was car-jackings at night. After a lot of discussion, they finally decided to find the target, then carjack whatever car she got into. Michael would use his gun to make the mother drive to a secluded spot. He’d then knock her out and grab the girl, forcing her into their own car. Nobody would even know she was missing until the mother woke up, and she would never have even seen their car. Michael had once hit a woman so hard he’d put her in a coma for a month.

They kept up with the Latino and black business, but then one day they got the call. “We need the product we discussed before. Sizes 12 and 18. Chrome is best. Wrap it in shrink wrap. Text this number with 69 when you’re ready to make delivery. We need it in two weeks.”

Michael knew just what he meant. The product was white girls. Sizes 12 and 18 meant between the ages of 12 and 18. Chrome meant a blonde. Wrap it in shrink wrap meant put her in a tight short dress. This had all been discussed in advance. You never knew who was listening.

It was on the fourth night when Michael and Tony spotted a potential target. Two, actually. They’d walked by their car with their mother, heading into a teens clothing boutique. Michael said, “I’ve got this. When they come out, follow me behind that abandoned building over there.”

Michael opened the door and walked slowly up to their minivan. He got it open and got in. The first thing he did was pop the overhead light bulb out. The two by the side doors, too. He wanted it dark in here when they all jumped in. He climbed over the seats into the third row and lay down. The plan was easy. Obviously, one girl would be in back by herself. He’d grab his hand over her mouth as he quickly moved into the seat with her. Immediately he would point he gun at the passenger and tell the drive to do what he says. It was just that simple.

Mrs. Helen Rodgers was taking the girls out for some shopping, being as it was her youngest girl’s fourteenth birthday today. After the lunchtime birthday party, after dinner, they drove to their favorite clothing store, Teen Dream. Helen was 36 years old, a little overweight now. She didn’t pay too much attention to her surroundings like mothers in the Hood did. Mathersfield was a safe community.

Her two daughters were Rebecca, now 14, and Rhonda, 16. Rhonda was a pretty average looking sixteen-year-old. Her light brown hair was styled some down to her shoulders. Her glasses gave her a scholarly look. She was about 5’5”, maybe 140 pounds. She was wearing her short cut-offs that really highlighted her firm, perfect butt. Her t-shirt barely hid her best assets. Those 34C breasts, when pushed together just slightly, could produce the best-looking cleavage.

Rebecca had just turned fourteen. She had long blonde hair, very straight. She was about 5’2” tall, weighted a skinny 120 pounds. Rebecca’s body was really developing quickly; quicker that her older sister had. Rebecca had very firm, decent-sized breasts for her age. She also had a very round, soft butt that the boys all found very attractive. Her legs were slim, her face an adorable young teen girl’s face. Like her sister, she also wore very sort cut-offs and a t-shirt. She’d only recently started wearing a bra. Nowadays, they just bounced around too much. The boys found that very attractive, too.

Rebecca picked out a miniskirt and two tops. And a slightly larger bra, again. Rhonda picked out some pants and a top. After they paid, they headed back to the car. They were going on and on about some crazy teen topic as they all climbed in. Rhonda got in the front seat with her mom, while Rebecca got in her usual seat behind Rhonda.

Rebecca suddenly had a hand over her mouth, a gun pressed to her face as someone climbed from the back beside her. Her eyes went wide. At first, she just froze in fear. What happened next took only a few seconds. This person leaned forward to the front seats, pushing the gun to Rhonda’s head. He yelled at her mom something like, “Don’t move!” and “I’ll blow her mutherfucking brains out!”

Helen was just as startled as everyone else. She’d just closed the door when she heard Rebecca say something. She said, “What, honey?” Suddenly there was a man right behind her, pressing a gun to Rhonda’s head, holding Rebecca. Her first instinct was to run, but her motherly instinct was to protect her daughters, so she just started gasping, “What?! What is this?! Who are you?!” Rhonda sat there, leaning away as he pressed that gun against her temple. The man yelled at her to shut up, to start the fucking car and drive where he said to. “We just goin’ around the corner, then you all can get the fuck out. Start it, damn it!”

Helen turned, saying in a shaking voice, “Ok, Ok, just be careful, be careful with that thing...” She started the minivan and backed up out of the parking space. She kept assuring the man, a young black boy, they’ll do what he says, just don’t hurt anyone. He made her drive behind where Kroger’s used to be. It was dark. She saw a car following them. The man told her to stop. He got out, made all of them get out on his side. He made them kneel down facing the wall in the shadow, hands behind them.

Michael put the gun in his waistband, then pulled the mother back by her hair. He slammed his fist into her face as hard as could. This was more fun than shooting someone. He hit her hard several more times, then twice more after she fell to the ground. He let go of her, grabbed the one girl by the arm, pointed the gun at her sister and told them to move it, pushing the one girl over to Tony. Tony grabbed the second girl, forced her to the back of their car and shoved her into the trunk. Michael pushed her sister in with her and they slammed the lid closed. In seconds they were blocks away.

They drove back to the crib. In the backyard, they pulled the girls out and quickly forced them inside, down to the basement playroom. Tony sent the 69 text. A few minutes later an address came back and a time. Midnight.

The boys had been planning every detail. Not only would they bring Hernando a pristine girl, but they had bought an assortment of outfits to make them put on. Now they had time to watch the show. With two girls, they figured they’d show up with both. If Hernando bought both, excellent. If he didn’t, they’d take the one left behind for themselves, then take her down and ‘donate’ her services to the Kit Kat Club.

Michael grabbed a few dresses. Tight, short ones. He held them up to the older girl as they asked them their names and ages. Fourteen and sixteen. Perfect. He picked the black dress for the sixteen-year-old to put on. “Take off them clothes, put this on instead. We gonna take pictures is all.” Despite her objections, some finger-bending on her sister convinced her to do what he said. That, and pretending to be super angry all of the time, like you were ready to beat the crap out of them any second. The sixteen-year-old had light brown hair, shoulder length. She had on these shorts that really exposed her gorgeous legs. Michael was a leg man himself, for sure.

Michael watched her ease the shorts off; such sexy legs. Then slowly she pulled her top off. She paused, but he made her keep going. She undid her bra, eased it off. Holy shit, this little white girl sure had some big fucking titties! His dick instantly got harder. At least a handful each, with these big, fat, brown nipples. Her tits wiggled some as she slid her panties off with one hand, while the other tried unsuccessfully to cover both tits.

He noticed she had a nice little brown bush of hair and one very cute ass. Like two small, firm balloons. She picked up the black dress, then worked at getting it on. It was small, but he made her put it on anyway. She stepped into it, kept having to pull it farther and farther up to even cover her tits a little. Almost her entire thigh was visible when she finally got up just barely high enough. He pulled her zipper up in back. He turned her around, pressed and pushed on her tits until they were bulging out the top just so. You could see here nipples were aroused, though he doubted it was because she wanted them to.

Rhonda stood there, shaking some, trying to look away as the man pushed her boobs around so they stuck out even more. God, her areoles we almost showing! She felt like the dress kept trying to ride up her butt, it was so short and tight. She stood there, crying, hoping it was just pictures they wanted. Still, she had a pretty good feeling they wanted more than pictures.

Rebecca had stood there terrified of these men, as they made her sister get undressed. Then the one man told her to undress also. Slowly, Rebecca removed her clothes, crying now, the whole time. The man handed her a very sheer, see-through silk-like blouse and told her to put it on but to leave it open. It was a little small. With these big boobs of hers pressing against the blouse, they just pushed it open a little bit more, exposing all of her young girl cleavage. He made her put her shorts back on, leaving them undone and without her underwear. That was all; her shorts, undone, and this little, open, white blouse. As her body trembled, it made her nipples tremble against the silk material. This made them both get all harder and more erect. That would make them rub more, and they’d get even more erect. She looked down once and was embarrassed to death at how much they were pushing through from underneath. It was so obvious. Darn these puffy nipples of hers.

The two men took pictures of them; some videos. They kept putting their hands on them, rubbing their butts or their breasts, or touching them ‘down there’. It was a couple of hours later when they took them upstairs and to the car. They had to lie in the trunk again, on this bed of blankets. The man held his gun up and said, “Not a fucking word,” then closed the trunk lid. The car drove for a good while. They were even on an interstate highway for a few minutes. Later, the car eventually came to a stop. They heard men talking, then the trunk clicked open. Rebecca thought maybe they were safe now.

Hernando looked at the two girls. He inspected them closely, looking for bruises or signs of neglect. He noticed they had blankets on the trunk floor for protection. The girls were perfect. One was exactly as ordered. The other he didn’t need now. He turned and told Michael he’d done good. “We’ll take the blonde girl. Fourteen, you say? Perfecto!” He nodded at his accomplice. He handed them a bag, filled with ten thousand dollars cash. His two men pulled the younger girl from the trunk. They held her there while Hernando put his hand down the front of her little shorts. She squirmed as he pushed his finger into her pussy some. He pulled his hand out, took a long breath in as he moved his finger under his nose, grinning. He pulled an envelope from his coat pocket, handed it to him. “The virgin bonus. As promised. Now, good-bye, amigos.”