Chapter 7

Keisha Kessler caught the troubled look on her friend’s face and noted that while Kathy was normally pretty upbeat, this morning she looked distraught and worried. The 35 year old African saw Kathy glance back for a moment. She followed her gaze and immediately spied the male figure standing at the picture window. All that she could see was that he looked big and badly out of shape. So, is that what’s worrying her? Some guest she’s leaving all by himself while we go for a run.

The tall, copper skinned, slender beauty with long braided hair that bounced as she loped after the women, felt her skin crawl at the memory of her own house guest. Also, the vile tasting spunk from his cock that he had spurted deep in her throat earlier this morning still made her feel like puking her guts out. She called him the baby faced monster. The little pervert had such an innocent, youthful face he looked more like a boy than a man. In addition, he only stood about five foot four and weighed about 130 pounds in comparison to her five foot eight and 140 pound frame. She felt like an Amazon alongside his puny body and knew she could easily kick his ass yet he controlled her and acted like he owned her.

And that’s what little Billy Carver wanted. Ever since he had informed her that he knew she was an illegal that could be deported at any moment, he kept demanding what he called best friend status while insisting her secret was safe with him.

“I won’t tell a soul,” he promised when he had confronted her and suggested they go to her house to discuss her situation. Reluctant, but with no choice she invited him inside, even though he was a complete stranger with lust filled eyes that kept raking up and down her statuesque body.

“Best friends forever, that’s all,” Billy insisted with a knowing wink and leer. “We’ll be really good friends and you’re secret is safe with me.”

At first Keisha didn’t catch the full meaning of his words and she nodded in agreement, feeling grateful that was all he wanted. “Sure, I’ll be your friend if that’s what you want.”

“Even if it means that I hang around and we get to know each other really well?” Billy asked. He boldly took his time running his eyes up and down the length of her spectacular body, and he licked his lips as he ogled Keisha.

She began to feel embarrassed, grossed out. It was like he was mentally undressing and assessing her body. At the same time she caught the full implications of what he was saying. She didn’t like the way things seemed to be heading.

“What? No way, not now, not ever,” she screamed. Her face was flushed and her body shook in indignation as she pointed towards her front door.

She waited impatiently for the slimy little bastard to follow her finger but he just stood grinning at her. “Go, right now, out,” she insisted.

Billy shrugged. “Okay, if that’s what you want but remember. If I leave we won’t be friends anymore and then maybe your little secret won’t be safe anymore either. You understand I could tell immigration officials all about you and I bet they would be over here before you have time to pack a suitcase. Then they’d ship your ass back to where ever you came from. You don’t want that do you?”

He laughed, amused at the expressions crossing Keisha’s pretty face. They ranged from her initial anger which quickly disappeared and changed into consternation.

His hungry eyes never left her body. She wasn’t voluptuous like some women are. This one had a slim, almost boyish figure with the longest legs he’d ever seen but her hips were nicely rounded and formed a great looking ass. Then there was the face. Pretty, with clear, unblemished skin, big, dark eyes that seemed unfathomable and a mouth that boasted big, pouting lips. The kind that seemed tailor made to push something into.

“Okay, what do you want? If it’s money, I don’t have all that much but I can get you some more later,” she promised.