Chapter 5: Checkout Girls II

Terri Milton and Karen McKinley were two friends in the eighth grade. They only just knew each other until last year. That’s when both girls began developing breasts faster than the rest of the class. Being teased by others made them good friends now.

Their breasts weren’t huge by any standard, about normal size for a sixteen-year-old, but on these two fourteen-year-olds (and only just), they looked bigger. Terri and Karen weighed around 110 pounds each, standing barely five feet tall. On their small bodies, their breasts really stood out. Plus, at that age, boy did they have cleavage.

Now all the girls in the class had cute butts in the eighth grade, and Terri and Karen were no exception. Their usual school clothes were jean overalls and t-shirts, which hid any kind of physical attributes they may have at that age. Today they walked home from school talking about Janet Taylor. She lived on the next street over, was a tenth grader who’d gotten a job at the Big Town Supermarket. Then one day, she was gone. Nobody knew where she’d gone, but rumors were everywhere. Some said it involved the police. She was assaulted, or raped or something. Nobody knew the truth, but everyone knew the rumors. Now, three weeks later, things had quieted down quite a bit. The whole subject was forbidden at school.

As Terri and Karen walked home, they went two blocks down to the QT for some Mountain Dew first. They went inside, looked around at a lot of things they couldn’t afford, then finally grabbed two Dews and went to the register.

Their little shopping trip hadn’t gone unnoticed. Two black men, both in their early thirties, were filling up their Chevrolet with gas. It was Friday night. Storms were coming. It could rain at any time now.

Marcus Rogers was 32, a man who’d once been convicted of burglary, then spent five years in that Illinois State Prison, spending most of his time trying to mind his own business. Now, three years after making parole, he’d just finished his three-year parole time. Marcus was ready to celebrate being a free man again. No parole, nothing. His buddy Clint was in a similar mood. He and his two hood friends, Terrance, or T, and Jimbo had just beaten a drug sales wrap with the police because of lost evidence. As Clint filled the gas tank, Marcus went inside. The sky was filled with lightning flashes in clouds. A big rain storm was coming soon. When he walked in, he immediately noticed the two honeys looking at the candy shelves, each with a bottle of Mt Dew. He pretended to look at pastries as he eyed the two. Young, short, cuter than hell. One blonde, one brunette. Couldn’t be too young, they had boobs already, you could tell even under those jackets. Man, he just couldn’t stop staring at them. He bought some Camels and stood by the counter briefly as the two girls walked up. His friend Carlos was at the register. He rang them up as larger sodas. Sure enough, they didn’t quite have enough money. Marcus made his move.

“Hold on, hold on. Here, I got this. In fact, tell you what. So long as I’m buying, go ahead and grab some candy for the both of ya.” He grinned wide, Mr. Nice Guy. Carlos made encouraging sounds and the two girls went over and each grabbed their favorite box of candy. He winked at Carlos. “Come over later, hombre’...” Carlos grinned, nodded.

Marcus and the three girls stepped outside just as a really big thunderclap cracked almost directly overhead. Perfect, Marcus thought. “Come on! Quick! I’ll drive you two home! Quick!” He ran over to Clint’s Chevrolet and held the door for the two girls. In they dived, making little screeching sounds as the rain started. He closed the door, then jumped in front with Clint.

Clint stared at him and the two girls in the back seat. Marcus grinned, said, “I got us some entertainment for tonight! You got the pot and shit, but I ain’t got nothing. Now I can bring something! Party time, bro! Go!” Clint snapped out of it, put the car in gear and drove off.

The girls began telling them where they lived, but they missed the turn totally. No problem, Terri said they could turn at the next right. After they blew right past the second turn, the girls got a little worried. The nice black man in the front seat turned around, sunglasses on at night. He spoke to them. “Uh, listen up, ladies. We gotta make a different stop first. Then we’ll take you home. It’s ok, only take a minute.”

The two girls sat there, looking at each other, making faces like what’s going on? I don’t know. What are we gonna do? I don’t know. They drove down to Main Street, then all the way down to the poorer side of town. They turned into a neighborhood. Fewer houses; mostly a lot of empty lots with hardly any trees. They drove down to one house still standing. Terri felt better. Let’s just get this over with and get home. If they’re late getting home again, mom will be so pissed.

Kathy sat by Terri, thinking this was the worst day ever for band pictures. She and Terri had worn their uniforms, or so they called them. It was a white blouse that you could practically see right through, so she always had to wear her white bra. Plus, it was last years blouse, so it was tight all around. Her jacket helped some with the early fall cold. These darn band skirts sure didn’t help. They weren’t just above the knee. Why, when you sat down, they came way up to the very top of her thighs! You had to always, always keep your legs together or everyone could see your panties. And the band didn’t allow long socks, so they had on those dumb high heels they had to wear. Now she was having to wear this uncomfortable outfit even longer! Damn it!

Kathy started getting concerned as they pulled into this neighborhood. A low-income neighborhood, a lot of the cheap homes had been torn down. She watched as a garage door opened on one house still standing. The guy drove right in. The door started closing even before he’d turned off the car.

Kathy and Terri were told to get out of the car. “This might take a while,” the nice man now said a bit more seriously. They all went through the door and into the house, into a kitchen. T and Jimbo, two other black men, were sitting at the kitchen table. The stopped what they were doing, staring at the girls.

Terri stopped by the counter. Kathy kept close. They didn’t know these black grown-ups, and there four of them. The girls just tried to stay out of the way, trying not to look at any of the men. All of the men were staring at them, though.

Huddling tightly beside Terri, Kathy tried not to look at them much, but what she’d seen was a giant UH OH. There were four scary-looking black men. They’re in a remote house in this creepy neighborhood, in the middle of a rainstorm. And they were the only girls here; two fourteen-year-old band members in these short band skirts and high heels. God did her legs feel so naked right now. The men all started talking this black jive talk to each other. One said “It’s party time!” and everyone went into the next room, making them go to, even when Kathy said no, I’ll just wait here.

Everyone grabbed an old chair in this small living room. This left nowhere for the two girls to sit, so they just stood by the TV. Marcus stood near, blocking any exit. Clint put on some hardcore soul music. Marcus spoke up loudly. “Gentlemen! May I have your attention, please! Let’s welcome our guests tonight. Ladies, your names?”

“Uh, Terri.” “Kath, Kathy...”

One black man sat back in his recliner, holding a cigarette as he eyed the two girls, looking them slowly up and down, slowing nodding his head in approval at what he saw. The other man sat in another chair, lit up a marijuana joint, while also staring intently at them, too. To Kathy, it seemed like he was focusing on her. She just wanted to leave. The third black man, the one who had driven them here, sat in a chair, looking really, really pissed off at them. Oh crap, we really need to go.

“Um, uh, listen, we really need to get going...” Kathy said nervously as she started to slowly turn towards the door. Terri did too. “Yeah, we need...”

The driver guy said angrily, “You ain’t going nowhere! You ain’t finished yet!” The two girls stopped, scared good now. Finished? With what, Kathy wondered. Then the friendly man who stood between them and the front door, started talking.

“Terri and Kathy! Lucky for you we gave you a ride tonight, or you’d both have drowned in this storm. Don’t you worry none. Soon as it lets up, we’ll drive you home. How old are you two girls?” The question caught them off guard. They both said they were fourteen. The other three men all made obscene sounds. Terri said, sheepishly, “We, uh, we really need to get going...”

Marcus continued talking, ignoring Terri. “Well girls, if it was up to me, we’d be on our way now, but you know, house rules.” The others all nodded. The joint got passed around. Marcus handed it to Terri. She said, “Um, no thanks...” but then Marcus, for the first time, spoke angrily at her. “Oh, you gonna smoke it girl. You and your little girlfriend there. In fact, we gonna make a game of it, baby girl.”

Marcus passed the joint back to Clint and pulled a larger blunt from his jacket. He snapped open a lighter and lit it. It was like a small cigar; a marijuana cigar. He held it towards the brunette, but she just stood there, slowly shaking her head. He blew smoke into their faces. “Here’s the game.” He grinned at the others. “You are each going to take a big ol’ hit from this here blunt. Every time you do, you take something off. But here’s the best part. You don’t take it off yourself. You take something off your friend.”

Terri and Kathy both said, “Uh, what, no, no, I don’t think I want to do that...” One of the men sitting down suddenly got up, leaning towards them threateningly. “What, you too good for our game? Let me show you how.” He took the blunt, took a hit off of it, holding it as he stared at Kathy’s breasts. Then he blew the smoke into her face. He grabbed his pants, shoved them down and they dropped to the floor. He had no underwear on; his big, brown penis stood out there for them all to see.

Terri and Kathy had never seen a penis this close, much less a huge brown one like this. They stared, eyes wide, turning even more red. You could see they were scared to death, about to do something drastic. Marcus said, in his calm voice, “Just play the game once, then we’ll drive you home. Gas ain’t free, you know.”

Terri asked, voice shaking, “Ev, everything...?” She couldn’t believe she even asked. No way was she going to get undressed in front of these guys.

Marcus said “Yep, everything. Then you get dressed again and we take you home.”

Kathy and Terri stared at him. Terri said, “Promise?” and then immediately didn’t know why she’d even asked that. Kathy said quickly, “But what if we don’t want to?” Kathy was really freaking out now. The man leaned closer, growled angrily, “Then we do it for you.”

Everyone stared at them, waiting. They stood there wide-eyed, hardly believing what was going on. The man held the marijuana out to them. Kathy didn’t want to, but what choice did she have? She knew she had to. Kathy took it, hand shaking. She took a puff, choked mostly. She’d only had like two cigarettes in her whole life. She passed it to Terri. Terri took it, took a small puff. She coughed just once. All the men started shouting, “Take it off! Take it off!” Kathy handed the joint back to the first man. Slowly, with great reluctance, Kathy removed Terri’s jacket. Kathy then took hers off. He handed them the joint again. They each took a puff. He made them both take a bigger puff, hold it in. They coughed a lot. He made them do it until they got a big puff and held it in for as long as they could. They didn’t resist; he held up a knife to each girl’s neck as she held her breath. Then again, the men yelled “Take it off! Take it off!” The girls removed each other’s band jackets. They looked around, then just lay them on the floor beside them.