Chapter 10: Volleyball Night

It was the night of the big volleyball game: West Hampton High vs North Hollman High. The two teams were arch rivals, and tonight’s game would decide who would go to the State Championships.

Terri Melton and Amy Fowler were the two youngest girls on the team. They had both turned eighteen halfway through the season. They weren’t exceptional players like some of the others. But, they filled two seats when two other girls got sick. Most of the game they simply sat on the bench, jumping up whenever their team, the West Hampton Wolverines, scored points.

In the final minute of the game, with the score tied, two players got hurt. Coach Williams had no choice but to send in Terri and Amy. The coach didn’t hold out much hope for winning this game tonight.

North Hollman High served the ball. It went back and forth several times. Then, just moments before the buzzer sounded, Terri jumped up as though to try and spike it. The Hollman players were ready for it. But instead, Terri punched it down the length of the net to where Amy was. Amy jumped, spiked the ball and scored just as time ran out. West Hampton would go to the state championships, and all thanks to the two rookies. The gymnasium went wild.

Now, North Hollman High was in a predominantly black neighborhood of St louis, where racism against whites would always be an understatement. Four of the North Hollman team players sat in a Grand Cherokee outside the school gym in West Hampton. They shared a joint, bad-mouthing the Panthers and “those fucking white bitches who done stole that game! That game was rightfully ours!” Andrea said they needed to teach them all a lesson. Everyone agreed, but no one knew how, of course.

Just then, two girls walked out of the school gym’s back door. The four black girls recognized them immediately. It was the same two that had scored at the very end! They all recognized them. Angelica was sitting in front, said, “We should teach those two right there a lesson.” Terisa agreed. “They needs to learn respect!” Jasmine jumped forward. “I knows! Let’s grab them, give them to my brother Tony!” Andrea said, “No, no, let’s give them to Big Jim. That should settle our score.”

Terisa, sitting behind Andrea, said, “Girl? You owe money to that fool?” Andrea jumped back at her with, “Shit, girl, we all owe Big Jim money, fool. Bring him these two, this should square it for all of us.”

They all thought about it for about two seconds. Jasmine rubbed her hands together, “Yeah! Let’s grab us two white, star players! Make them pay our debts! They owes us!” Everyone was plenty high on that joint, and their hatred of whites just fueled their passion for retribution. Andrea started the car, lights off. As the two girls walked between two lights and into a dark, shadowed area, she pulled out and very quickly pulled up next them, slamming on the brakes right beside them.

Everyone jumped out. Terisa jumped out of the right rear, closest to the second girl. That girl froze, stepping back a step or two. Terisa grabbed the girl’s arm, intending to drag her into the back seat right fucking now. This white girl immediately resisted, but at the same instant, Jasmine grabbed the girl too, wrapping her strong arm around the girl’s neck so she couldn’t make any noise, or hardly breathe. She was as tall as Terisa, 5’ 11”, but thin, skinny almost. Jasmine caused her to trip and fall forward, as Terisa pulled her into the back seat. Jasmine and Teresa had her; she was going kicking and fighting, but she was going in. Together, Jasmine and Teresa outweighed her and out-muscled her. She kept trying to scream, but Jasmine kept her arm tight around the girl’s neck, Jasmine’s own face close to the white girls’. “Move it, girl! Get in the car, bitch! Get in the mutherfuckin’ car, bitch!”

Meanwhile, Andrea had thrown open her door as they stopped, hitting the girl in front, knocking her almost over. Andrea jumped out, jumping on her just as Angelica reached her too. The white girl was on her back, her arms up, as both black volleyball players grabbed her mouth, forcing her to stay quiet. “You shut the fuck up, bitch! Get on your fucking feet!” Angelica pressed her gun to the blonde girl’s head. It was just her brother’s toy pellet gun, but this girl didn’t know no difference. The two forced the girl up. She was about their height, but not a lot of muscle like they had. Just some skinny white bitch. She fought them, but she was easy enough to control between the two of them. They forced her into the back seat with the others. Angelica jumped back in the front passenger seat, pressing her toy gun into the blonde’s hair in the back seat. She kept shouting, “Shut the fuck up, bitch or I’ll blow your motherfuckin’ head off!! Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Terisa was now in the right rear seat, holding the mouth of the one girl. Jasmine had jumped in on top of her. Then they had forced the second white girl in the back. Terisa at first didn’t know how to keep them both quiet, but then Angelica had pressed some kinda gun or something to the girl on top’s head, yelling about how she was gonna blow her head off. Terisa grinned. They had them now. The Panthers had won this game.

Now, four years ago both Terri and her best friend Amy had each turned fourteen, just two weeks apart. A couple of weeks later, two of their uncles had come by, told them they had to go to a family party. They drove the two girls to their uncle’s trailer-home. Inside, they found all eight of their uncles. There, they made them get undressed and dance. An initiation they called it. It was embarrassing but no one touched them. Other than the one time, the two had lived a pretty normal life.

The four black girls had a much different life. Early on, they were told they needed to contribute to the family so they could buy food and things. In their neighborhood, a big black man called Big Jim ran things. If you needed money, Big Jim would pay. At first, it was a few bucks to run down to the store and get him a soda or an ice cream. Over time, the chores got more serious. Some shoplifting. Sometimes, Big Jim would give you an extra $20 dollars. Of course, now you owed him.

The girls were eighteen now, and each girl owed Big Jim money. They also knew that Big Jim could settle scores in other ways than with cash money. Jasmine and Angelica both had settled a debt with Big Jim by giving him a blowjob when they were younger. Paying off Big Jim was like paying off the house. It was what everyone’s dream was. Until then, he owned you.

The four girls pulled up under some trees on a dark street and stopped. Andrea turned off the lights. She took her phone and called Big Jim’s number. “Let me speak to Big Jim,” she said. There was some discussion, then Big Jim came on the speakerphone. “What you want?” he asked.

You know that Volleyball tournament we lost tonight? On account of those two rookie players from West Hampton?”

“Big Jim said, “Yeah. I lost a lot of money on that, you know. You gonna owe me.”

“Yeah, well, listen. Me and my sisters, we gots a way to settle our debt. Pay it off entirely.”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about, bitch? You done lost the fuckin’ game!”

“Suppose I told you I got the very two white girls that scored the winning goal for the Wolverines. The very two volleyball player bitches that stole the game from us. White. Blonde. What do you say? Would that settle us even?”

Big Jim paused. “Well, I gotta sees them first. Bring them by the shop, on 14th Street.” He hung up. The girls were excited. This could be big. Meanwhile, they kept the two quiet enough. They still thrashed about some, but not nearly as much. They kept saying things like “What do you want?”, “Who the fuck are you?” and “Let me up, dammit!” A few minutes later she pulled up to one of the garage doors. It opened up as a large black man stood there, staring at them intently. He waved her inside, looking around to see if anyone could be seen. The area was deserted. The garage door closed, then the doors on the car opened up. All these teenage volleyball players started piling out of the car. Four black girls, two white girls, everyone still in their volleyball uniforms. All were yelling and fighting. The six men finally got the girls to be quiet and stand still. Big Jim, a good 300 pounds with lots of muscle, stepped up to the two white girls standing by the car. They again started to shout, but Big Jim held his finger up. “Time for me to do the talking.”

He looked them up and down, then asked, “You the two that scored the winning goal in the volleyball tournament tonight?” The two girls just stood there, not sure what to say, looking back and forth at each other. Big Jim said angrily, “Well?! Is you, or isn’t you?!” Finally, one spoke. “Yea, yeah, we scored the last goal. So, so what?” she answered nervously.

“Well bitch, I had a lot of money riding on that game. You cost me a lot of money, four thousand bucks. Now they way I see it, you two owes me my four thousand dollars.” Terri and Amy stood there, as the situation slowly sank in. They were surrounded by this big group of angry black people, their backs against a car. They were in a closed, empty garage, with no idea where they were. The North End seemed most likely though. Especially if these were Hollman High Panther girls. They recognized the four black girls from the game.

Big Jim looked the two white girls over, asked them in a sweet, friendly voice, “Come on now. What’s your name?” One said Terri, the other said Amy. They were both about 5’10” tall. They were still dressed in their volleyball team uniforms, with a light jacket on. Both had medium-length blonde hair. Both wore braces. Long, thin legs. Long, thin arms. They were about average in looks. Nothing special except they were white. Both had tits he could see, but not much. Only two things stood out to him. First, they both had those red, sexy lips. Second, they both had nice, cute asses. With those long, bare legs, you could almost see the edge of her butt cheek at the edge of her shorts.

Big Jim spoke to the others while still looking at the two white girls. “Well, they ain’t nothing special. Just your average whitey. What you think? They look like a couple of hundred-dollar hookers to you?” He laughed. The others all laughed. One said, “Fifty, tops.” Big Jim looked back, then looked at the girls again. Smiling, he said, “OK then, fifty. Let’s see, fifty dollars goes into four thousand, eighty times. That’s forty apiece.”