Chapter 58: Katie Visits the Projects

Katie Jackson walked into the conference room of the downtown highrise. Her beige high heeled shoes clicked loudly on the tiled floor as the other members of MADD turned to greet her. Since it was announced that she was on Dancing with the Stars she had become a celebrity amongst their group. It was an unfortunate reminder to keep Phil satisfied so he wouldn’t release her video and destroy her reputation, her husband’s business and her marriage.

She hated the early morning meetings with MADD but it at least allowed her to be away from Phil for a few hours and collect her thoughts. She adjusted her mid thigh skirt as she sat down in a padded chair at the table as she made small talk with those around her. Her thoughts however focused on what she could do to get Phil out of her house before he invited Burt back over or anyone else to use her. It seemed the fat disgusting neighbor thrived on tormenting her.

Anne Lumpkin, the director of the Missouri Department of Corrections, was introduced as the guest speaker of the morning. The presentation was filled with boring facts as Katie’s mind was focused on preparing for Dancing with the Stars and what she could do with Phil when she heard her discussing parole requirements.

Other members began to ask questions about if driving while drunk would cause someone’s parole to be revoked. Some of the board members got upset when they learned that the violator wouldn’t immediately be sent back to prison with an arrest for alcohol.

Katie cleared her voice, “So what does it take to have someone who is on parole to be sent back to prison?” Her voice shook as she saw an avenue to send her neighbor back to where he belonged.

“It depends on the stipulations of their parole. Usually a serious assault or a violent crime would be cause for immediate detention,” Anne paused as she looked around the room, “and of course serious drug offenses.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced around the room, “Marijuana?” Katie asked. She had never tried it but knew many of her friends experimented with recreational drugs.

“Not marijuana,” Anne replied, “It would be hard drugs like cocaine or methamphetamine. Those types of narcotics would be the basis to send any parolee back into detention.”

Katie sat back in her chair as the room continued to pepper the director with questions about the system and why there weren’t harsher penalties for alcohol abuse. She remembered Burt telling Phil that his parole officer would be visiting soon and if he were caught with drugs then he could be removed from her home. She didn’t know any drug dealers, much less where to find them. Her mind was scrambling as she thought about the possibilities. If Phil was arrested as the director indicated he would be detained; it would give her plenty of time to go through his things, find the thumb drive and destroy any evidence that he had of her and pornstar Rodney Moore. She beamed with confidence that her plan could work and her life could return to normal.

As the room continued to become enraged at the director; Katie wasn’t paying attention as she remembered a story on the news from a few weeks ago about an apartment building that was overrun with crime. She pulled up her phone and quickly found the address of 1017 Benton Blvd. It had been the focus of news stories and Katie guessed if any place had drugs for sale it would be there.

The meeting ended and Mrs. Jackson was quickly out the door and walking down the lobby. She had no idea the cost associated with purchasing drugs and stopped at the ATM. She bit her bottom lip and had no idea of how much to take from her account. She glanced around until she began making withdrawals from her savings account until she had $1000.00. The account wasn’t watched as closely by her husband as she used it for gifts for the holidays and other occasions. She knew she could easily lie and say it was needed for a donation to MADD. She glanced around the lobby as she put the cash into her purse and was quickly driving out of downtown and towards the shady part of town.

As she drove down Benton Blvd the worn down building came into view. It was red brick with large white porches that looked ready to fall off the building. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a young black man walking down the sidewalk. His jeans sagged down exposing his boxer shorts as he wore a KC Chiefs jersey. He held the front of his pants as he walked towards the building as though he was keeping them from falling down or, Katie hoped, he was holding the drugs he was selling. Katie watched as he paced back and forth in front of the building. She quickly turned and parked her white SUV on 10th street. Her heart pounded in her chest as saw the black man sit down on the steps to 1017 Benton. She looked over at her purse and back over her shoulder towards the building. A flurry of thoughts went through her mind of being robbed, arrested, kidnapped or worse. Her thoughts focused on that if she was able to purchase something she could plant it in Phil’s room before his parole officer arrived; then she would be free of him. He would be detained and her life could return to normal. She would find the thumbdrive with her video and destroy it and he would have nothing to use against her. She suddenly felt empowered as she quickly exited her Escalade and walked down the sidewalk.

Her heels clicked with every step she took. She inhaled through her nose and exhaled out of her painted lips as she tried to remain calm, “Just buy something and you’ll be done,” she kept repeating quietly to herself. She looked out of place with her long brown hair flowing past her tan button down blouse with her dark tan skirt exposing her toned legs.

As she walked closer she saw the black man sitting on the steps to the apartment building. As she walked up to the steps the man wasn’t as old as she thought as she looked at the teenage face. The boy looked her up and down. Tattoos covered part of his neck and up along the side of his cheeks. He grimaced as Katie walked up as he shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Shitttttt. Whoever you lookin’ for they aren’t here.”

Treyvonne Johnson owned Benton street. He had been in and out of juvenile jail since he was 13 years old. His older brother Devonte got him into slinging dope as he knew the cops couldn’t keep him locked up. They had lived on their own since their mom was locked up and their father was gunned down a few years earlier. Now that he was 18 he had to be careful with who he sold as he could be facing serious time in prison if he was caught again with dope. He was street smart and always laughed when his competition was either arrested or shot. Trey knew who he could trust and who he couldn’t.

“Excuse me?” Katie quietly asked.

“You wit the state right? Comin’ to take some babies away from their moms?” He reclined back against the step behind him, “Be gone,” as he shooed his hand towards her. He had been in and out of foster care for years growing up and he was shocked to not see the lanyard hanging her neck. She was by the far the sexiest worker he had ever laid eyes on. She had perfect proportions with a tight ass and toned legs. Her breasts looked to be bursting from her button down blouse.

“What? No. I’m looking to buy...,” Katie glanced up and down the sidewalk, “something.”

“Somthin? Yeah right!” as he rolled his eyes, “Be gone bitch!”

Katie swallowed hard as she turned and began to walk away. She was at a loss of where to even try to buy narcotics. She quickly spun on her high heels as she looked up and down the sidewalk and back towards the teeanger.

“Go!” He pointed down the sidewalk as he stared at the hard bodied woman in front of him. His large nostrils flared as he inhaled the perfume of the beautiful woman in front of him as his dick grew in his baggy jeans. He couldn’t deny the lady in front of him was hot as hell.

She walked up as she reached into her purse and showed him a stack of twenty dollar bills, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you could tell me where I could...”

Really?” as he laughed outloud, “Fuckin’ really?” He looked her up and down. She was fine with a perfect body and definitely didn’t look like some of those state worker ladies that stopped by and acted like they were better than everyone. But she was drop dead gorgeous with a perfect body. It wasn’t like someone he had ever seen walking up to his building before.

“Yes,” she took a deep breath, “If. If. If you know of somebody that has that sort of thing?”

“Maybe,” as he shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I could find you somethin’’, if you on the level,” he stared at the fidgeting brunette.

“Uhmm, what do you have?” Katie asked as she glanced around her.

He laughed and wondered if this pretty lady had any sense. “If I had anything, and I’m not sayin’ that I do or don’t, I don’t like it a whole lot when the cops walk up harassin’ me.” He looked up and down the street. “Follow me but you best be havin’ the cash though. Cool? Don’t be wastin’ my time with your bullshit.”

The tense beauty queen merely nodded her head. She stood silently as the fit young black man walked around her and casually brushed his hard muscled arm against her tender breasts. He smiled as he continued up the steps. He grabbed his waist band holding up his saggy jeans that exposed his red boxers.

She followed him into the building as the door slammed behind them. The hallway was dimly lit with barely any lights still working. He didn’t say a word as he went up a flight of steps towards the second floor. As they turned the corner they had to step over a man that was laid out in the middle of the floor. Katie swallowed hard as she did the same. The stench in the hallway was unbearable. It smelled of rotting food and smoke. She glanced down another hallway as two people laid in the hallway with a sack of their clothes laying next to them. Finally he turned towards room 212. He inserted his key and unlocked the dead bolt. The door handle looked to be held on with only a few screws as he twisted it loosely in the door.

He held it open as he nodded towards Katie as she walked into the room.

The room was dimly lit and she tried to adjust her eyes to the stark room. The doorway led into the kitchen where pots and pans were stacked in the sink. Beer cans littered the counters. She swallowed hard as she stood in front of the teeanger.

The young man turned towards her, “So whatcha want?”

Katie felt her muscles tighten. Her inner voice told her to run, but she had no choice, she wanted Phil out of her life and she knew this would work, “Uhmmmm,” she swallowed hard. She was so nervous and didn’t even know what to say, “Something like coke? Meth?”

“You don’t know?” he moved a bit closer as Katie stepped back, “What goin’ on? You wearin’ a wire bitch?”

“A wire?” Katie answered somewhat puzzled.

“Yeah! A wire, a recorder. You don’t look the type that wants to score crystal or not even knowin’ what you want!” he sneered.

Katie quickly understood what the young black teen was referring to. He thought she might be working for the police and trying to set him up. Nervously she answered, “No! I don’t have anything like that.”

Treyvonne wasn’t amused, “Yeah, right. I wouldn’t put it past the cops to send someone lookin’ like you in here.” He walked the several steps separating them and casually put his hand in the middle of her blouse. She tensed and a small whimper escaped her lips but was too scared to move as he moved his black hand around her breasts.

The young drug dealer felt her gasp but she didn’t pull away. He casually cradled the tender soft breast before moving to the other and did the same. They were perfect and fit in the palm of his hand.

Katie’s deep hazel eyes closed as the teenage boy continued to rub her breasts and pat down her tight stomach. “Turn around,” Treyvonne ordered.

“Wait! Maybe I should go,” the married woman whispered.

“I said turn around bitch!” his facial expression changed as he sneered.

Katie, although apprehensive, meekly complied. She faced away from him as she stared at the door.

The teenager bit his bottom lip as he stared at the sexy woman’s body. Treyvonne allowed another moment to pass before reaching his black hand down to her knee. He then slowly, almost agonizingly slowly slid his hand up the inside of her thighs under her skirt. He pulled the skirt up with his hand and looked down at the back of Katie’s beautiful fit legs.

As his hand disappeared under her skirt he felt her skin become even more heated as Katie closed her eyes as her body tensed. Another whimper escaped her lips as his finger brushed against her panty covered pussy. His cock grew hard as felt up the suburban housewife. Trevyonne’s index finger lingered at her opening, he brushed the tip against the folds of her cunt. He felt the pretty terrorized housewife’s body as she tensed at his inspection. He squeezed her thighs looking for any electronic equipment but finding none.

He finally removed his hand but saw she was breathing heavily. He enjoyed her fear. He fed on her fear as it made him feel more powerful. Treyvonne watched the shapely tight ass of the pretty woman that was hidden underneath her skirt. Her slim hips beckoned him, “Airight. You cool.”

Finally she turned around to face him. She stared at his thick lips of his mouth and the gold capped teeth. His tattoos covered the side of his face and his neck. She followed them down to his chest that was covered with ink mostly hidden behind his Chief’s jersey. She caught her breath as she reached for her purse, “Satisfied? How ... how much?” she quietly asked.

He smirked as he mumbled, “I don’t know. This don’t seem right.” He nodded his head, “You gotta prove to me you ain’t a narc first.” He pulled up his jersey revealing a white tank top that stretched across his muscular torso. He lifted it over his head and tossed it onto the kitchen counter...

The tattoos covered his body as Katie’s eyes trailed down his body until she saw the handgrip of a gun tucked into the front of his pants. She froze in fear and regretted even coming up with the plan to buy drugs.

Treyvonne licked his lips as he looked her up and down as he nodded his head, “Don’t move,” as he went around the corner.

Katie glanced at the door. Maybe she should run. Would he shoot her if she tried to run out the door? She swallowed hard as she looked back at the corner where the teenager disappeared and saw his reflection on the black screen of his large tv. He was kneeling on the floor next to a vent on the wall. He had pulled it open and had reached inside and pulled out a box. He opened it and was thumbing through what looked like small bags. He quickly opened one bag and took something out and then quickly put it back down into the vent and snapped the metal vent on top. Katie exhaled and her hands turned cold. She was actually going to buy drugs. It was everything that she knew was wrong but in the end she knew it would be worth it if she could send Phil back to prison.

The young man came around the corner and held up a pill between his index finger and thumb, “Take this.”

Katie saw the tiny pill he held between his two black fingers as he approached with her bottle of water but didn’t move.

“Take it!” he repeated. “A real junkie would take it. A narc wouldn’t.”

“I’m...” she tried clearing her voice, “I’m not a junkie.” That’s what this loathsome black drug dealer thought she was? Katie’s eyes grew wide, “And I’m definitely not a narc.”

He held the pill and grew irritated, “Then fuckin’ prove it!”

She had never used any type of drug in her life and she didn’t want to start now. “N-n, no,” she nervously laughed revealing lovely white teeth and a hint of a gorgeous smile, “It’s for a friend.”

Treyvonne looked at her inquisitively. “You ain’t gonna try a sample of it first? I ain’t met you and you ain’t me me. You definitely a narc! You gots to go!”

The inquisitive look on his strong brown face began to show a mixture of distrust and anger. His hand moved towards the gun sticking out of his waistband. Was he going to shoot her? He began to push her shoulders towards the door, “Go bitch! Get da fuck outta here!”

Katie had never bought drugs or anything like this in her life. She didn’t know what to say, “I ... I have to drive home. So I better not take it!”

Treyvonne smirked as he shook his head as he stopped pressing her towards the door, “Don’t worry! You can roll here. Besides, wouldn’t your friend want to know he was gettin’ good shit?”

She tried to stall. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea”

“Nah. I think it’s a great idea,” he moved closer, “Fuck this shit! Take the fuckin’ shit or you ain’t ever leavin’!”

She nervously looked into his eyes. If she just took the pill; he would sell her what she needed and she could set up Phil to be arrested again. Slowly the bottom of her jaw opened as she extended her tongue.

He placed the small pill on her tongue and her mouth closed, “Thatta girl!” He grabbed a water bottle from the counter and twisted the plastic cap of the water bottle snapping as he unscrewed it for her.

She took the clear plastic bottle of water from him — cold condensation running down its sides wetting her hand —and pretended to take a sip while slipping the pill he had put in her mouth under her tongue.

“May I use your restroom,” Katie meekly asked.

He quickly rolled his eyes, “Bitch please!” as his black face moved closer to hers. “Open your fuckin’ mouth!” He lifted his hands towards her face as the scared wife panicked and quickly swallowed the pill. She opened her mouth and lifted her tongue. Treyvonne nodded in approval, “‘Aright! It’s over there,” as he pointed towards a door off the kitchen.

Katie passed by the teen as she walked into the filthy room and closed the door behind her. A hardcore porn magazine laid on the sink with used toilet paper cardboard rolls littered the floor. Dirty clothes laid in the shower. She didn’t need to use the restroom and wanted to spit out whatever was in her stomach but she knew if she started throwing up that he would know.

She waited a few minutes to not make it obvious and then flushed the stained toilet bowl and opened the door. Treyvonne was in the living room sitting on a tan stained couch that looked out of place on the dark green stained carpet. The carpet had cigarette holes all over with spilled cans of soda. “Come here!” he spoke as he pointed to a cushioned chair across from the couch, “Sit down.”

“Can I buy...,” she began to ask but the teen quickly pointed towards the chair.

He interrupted her, “Damn girl! Hold on! I’m not sure who you are yet! If I sell anything,” as he grinned, “and I’m not sayin’ I do; I have to know somebody first.”

Katie didn’t feel anything from whatever she took and walked over and sat down on the chair across from the drug dealer. He kept looking at her from her high heels to the reddish brown strands of curls on her forehead.

“You bein’ nervous is freakin’ me out,” as he picked up a rainbow colored pipe from the floor that was next to his chair. He opened a small baggy and packed sticky, resiny weed into a receptacle as he held it up to his mouth and lit the end with a lighter.

Katie felt so nervous as she watched him light up and inhaled deeply. He breathed in a cloud of smoke and held it before blowing it out.

“Damn!” as he coughed and smiled, “You gotta try this shit!” He handed the bong to Katie who quickly shook her head from side to side. He passed her the lit bong. “Suck on this.”

“I’m okay,” Katie mumbled as she held her hands out. “Can we just do what you brought me here to do? I have the cash,” as she opened her purse.

“Fuck bitch! Who da fuck do you think I am?” He held the bong up to his mouth and repeated the process as he blew the smoke towards the sexy woman, “You gots to earn my trust!” as he coughed deeply.

“I’ve never done it before,” Katie confessed as she tried to stall and make small talk with the teenaged drug dealer.

“Really? It’s easy!” He quickly stood up and moved closer as held the tube close to Katie’s lipstick covered mouth, “Put those sexy fuckin’ lips in here,” as he angled the colored bong towards her mouth. She did as she told as he lit the bowl as smoke rose in the tube.

Katie inhaled then struggled to suppress a cough and hold the smoke in, “Good?”

Treyvonne grinned slyly at her, “Another hit! Deeper.” She coughed again and tentatively put the water pipe back to her red lips. He lit the bowl again as it bubbled as Katie breathed in the smoke. Treyvonne moaned, “Yeah, suck it in like it’s a muther fuckin’ cock.”

The sexy wife exhaled and coughed loudly, gasping to catch her breath. Her eyes watered as she stared at the dealer.

He grinned at her, “What? You probably don’t suck a good dick anyways! Watch!” Treyvonne mumbled, “Let me sho you.” He kneeled on the floor next to Katie who looked up at him with baked eyes. “Take a real deep hit from that pipe.” He held it out to her as she pressed her mouth against the long cylinder.

She complied, filling her lungs with smoke and listening to the hiss and bubble of the bong water sucking out the harshness of the hit while watching his gold tooth grin.

Katie pulled her mouth off and felt the room spinning, “Oooohhhh,” she quietly moaned. She blinked her eyes as her body suddenly felt total relaxation. Her body felt as though it was melting into the chair.

“That’s good shit huh?” Trevyonne asked as he sat back down on the couch and stared at the hard bodied older woman. If she was a narc then she was terrible at her job. Maybe she really was just looking to score for a friend. He leaned closer as he put his hands on her thighs. She didn’t move as she stared at him with heavy eyes. “That’s strawberry diesel! It’s super good shit and always makes my dick hard!” he boasted.

Katie blinked her eyes and tried to maintain her senses but it felt as though she was floating in the room. She felt his black hands on her thigh move to her stomach and then up her chest until both were feeling up her breasts. Katie sat silently as the pleasant sensations sent shivers all over her body and in her mind. The brunette wife slowly drifted in a pleasure zone made possible by the potent chemical that she just inhaled.

He brushed her long brunette hair from her face, “If you want another hit! I’ll hook ya up but you already look like you floatin!” His hands kneaded her breasts as he moved them under and over as he cupped them, “Damn you gotta a sexy body girl!”

Katie’s mind melted as she nodded. She looked around the room and everything looked differently as the colors were more vibrant and explosive. She blinked her eyes and swore she was watching herself. She gasped and quickly grabbed her water bottle and drank all of it. She finished it and was determined to somehow fight getting high. If she diluted it with enough water then perhaps it would have minimal effects.

“Can,” she paused as she took a deep breath trying to maintain control, “Can I have another?” as she held the empty bottle in the air.

He nodded as he got up and walked into the kitchen and returned to the chair as he handed the sexy woman the bottle. “It kinda nips you in the bud doesn’t it?” Treyvonne spoke. Katie felt so relaxed but her body tingled everywhere. Her body buzzed as though every nerve was ignited with fire but in a pleasant way. She looked around the room as she blinked. Her body felt heavy but light. She stared at the black teen across from her and suddenly felt he was the sexiest person she had ever laid eyes on. She blinked and smiled exposing her bright white teeth.

Treyvonne stared back at her as he reached into his waistband and removed the gun and laid it on the couch next to him. He then leaned forward and searched her eyes for the signs of the drug entering her bloodstream. He noticed her pupils already displacing much of the hazel in her eyes, “I feel kinda funny,” Katie mumbled as her lips tingled.

“Nah! It gonna take a while for it to even start affecting you,” he misleadingly told her. But the teenage drug dealer knew she was already rolling from the potent molly. He smirked and knew she was now too fucked up to fully realize what he was doing to her.

“I’m getting so warm,” she murmured. The molly that she took was quickly raising her body temperature. The miniskirt she wore felt like she was wearing a sweater around her entire body. “Can you turn on the air conditioner? It’s really hot in here,” as she began fanning herself with her hand.

“Ain’t got no AC,” Treyvonne stared at the hard bodied woman as he moved off the couch and moved closer to her, “If you gettin’ hot. Let’s get this off you before you overheat.” He quickly pulled her to her feet as he tugged on her tan blouse.

“Huh?” Katie asked not quite comprehending what he said to her as he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. Her knees felt weak and unsteady as she slightly stumbled forward into his muscular body. Her eyes looked dreamy as he pulled on the buttons of her blouse.

“No,” she mumbled past her lips as her tongue suddenly felt thick. She tried to turn away, “N ... N ... No. Wha ... What are you doing? S ... St ... Stop!”

“Don’t worry baby! You gonna overheat with this on. It’s dangerous if you get too hot. Look at how much you sweatin’. We have to cool you down.” as he continued popping buttons on the front of her blouse.

“No!” Katie moaned but her body wouldn’t react to her reluctance. The room started to spin as she pushed her chest out and watched helplessly as his black fingers popped every button and opened her blouse to him revealing her white lace bra. He glanced up into her eyes as he reached around to her side and unbuttoned her miniskirt.

“Oh, it’s so hot in here,” she gasped as beads of sweat formed on her face and body.

“I know, baby. You don’t need to worry. I won’t do nothin,” as he released the skirt and it fell down her toned legs and crumpled around her high heeled shoes. Katie stood in front of him sweating in only her white lace bra, panties and high heels. She breathed deeply as she felt like she was floating around the room as he reached down and pulled off his white tank top revealing his chiseled torso.

Her mouth was dry and felt as though she was going to faint. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulders. His skin felt incredible on her fingers as she smiled at him. His gold teeth shined brightly behind his thick lips. His dark skin looked so perfect behind the multiple tattoos. Her hand went to a scar on his torso and then to another.

Euphoria from the drugs clouded her judgment and she trusted the black teen as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, “Wait! Don’t” she meekly protested but her body did nothing to stop him.

His voice echoed in her ears. She felt like she was in slow motion as he moved his mouth closer to her ear, “Just be a good girl. We gotta get you to cool down.”

He pulled her bra off of her as she looked down at her body in a dreamlike state and saw her nipples stuck out obscenely. They were as hard and big as metal thimbles. His strong hands ran up her flat stomach, feeling the contours of her defined abdominal muscles, and slid up as he cupped her soft breasts and tweaked her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“Yeah, you rollin’ good now,.” Treyvonne spoke to nobody in the room as the sexy brunette wasn’t in a position to comprehend anything.

Katie recognized that something was terribly wrong, but the realization was brief, veiled by the effects of the drug as Tryevonne leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. His black lips covered her mouth as his tongue shot deeply into her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself as she kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around his muscular lean body. Every nerve ending was sending electricity throughout her body. She somehow forgot that he was a black drug dealer who had her completely undressed. Currently in her mind he was the most beautiful and sexual person in the world.

Something happened inside of her mind as she kissed the black teen passionately. She was rolling and at peace with everything happening to her. She felt love for everything and everyone, including this black teen, and allowed his hands to caress her breasts, and explore her married body. One of his strong hands finally released her erect nipple, descended to her flat tummy, and slid into her thong as his finger expertly located her clit.

“N ... No!!” She grabbed Treyvonne’s wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her sex. “S ... S ... Stop touching it, don’t!”

“Shhh, it’s just touchin’ and just for a bit, baby. Nothing else. If you want me to trust you, you gotta trust me a little,” he whispered into her ear.

Katie’s drug induced mind told her she should trust him, a consequence of the molly. She sighed deeply and released his wrist. “Okay...”

“Just be a good girl. Just touchin’,” he repeated back to her. He knew how suggestions and reassurances combined with the relaxing effects of the drug and clouded judgment. “You so beautiful! So sexy!” Treyvonne knew molly heightened the sense of touch as he tenderly caressed her most touch sensitive organ. He awakened the countless nerves in her clitoris and they began bombarding her brain with their pleasurable signals.