"Come this way, baby," Helen Harte said to the man.
She took his hand and started to lead him off the street and up the narrow flight of stairs that led to her hotel room. She noticed that the man seemed to be uncomfortable, and thought, surely, that it must have been his first time.
Whenever she was with a man for the first time, she always tried to loosen him up. When she did, and they liked what she did, it always resulted in a better tip.
As the man followed her up the stairs, she wiggled her ass a little more. She opened the top few buttons of her dress, so that when she reached her apartment door and turned around, her large tits were practically falling out.
"Now, isn't this what you'd call a nice set?" she asked, rubbing her tits together and practically offering them to him.
"Nice," the man said, coldly.
Helen turned and opened her door. As she walked in, she flicked on the light. The room was rather dingy, and there was an old, large double bed and a rickety dresser. Helen walked over to the bed and started to strip.
The man stood near the door.
"Now," she said, "I'm into almost everything that a man could want. However, I draw the limit when it comes to being tied up. I was tied up once and the guy just ran off and left me tied, so no ropes, okay?"
As she spoke, she slid her dress off and opened her bra. Her large tits popped out and she rubbed her red nipples.
The man moved a little closer, and closer still when she pulled down her panties, revealing her thick blonde bush and red, wet pussy lips.
She smiled at him as he reached out and touched one of her nipples. However, she was still a little upset about the fact that he hadn't opened his trench coat. She moved her hand to his crotch and started to stroke him through his coat.
He was completely limp.
"Come on," she said. "I'll do anything you want."
Suddenly the man pulled out a knife and pushed her down on the bed. He moved the knife to her throat and touched her.
"I want what you won't give, but I'm going to get it anyway," he said.
Just then, Helen saw a piece of thick cord dangling from his pocket...
CHAPTER ONE
"I can't take these fucking streets much longer," Ruby Darling said to her friend Helen Harte as they stood on Forty-second street peddling their wares. "You see the same shithole scum everyday."
Helen smiled, then lit another cigarette. As she did, she adjusted her tits a bit so that her cleavage looked even more inviting. Most of the men looking for action on the street seemed to be into tits-more than anything else.
Helen had learned that her first week, and although she had a nice set of tits to begin with, ever since she had been hooking she had been wearing bras that accentuated them even more.
"Ruby Darling, darling," she said, laughing at the pun. She was sure that Ruby's last name could not possibly be Darling, but that was what the black hooker liked to be called anyway. Helen could understand it. She used a phony last name, too. "You say that all the time, every night. Shit, just get it through your head that this is your life. God has put us on the earth for different things, and you're here for fucking."
"Then where's the fucking clients?" Ruby asked.
As the black girl spoke, she pulled a thin joint out of her small bag. She lit it and inhaled deeply. Then she handed it to Helen.
"I don't know," Helen said. "Shit, if I don't get a trick soon, I'm gonna call it a night, know what I mean?"
"Jimmy won't like it."
"Fuck Jimmy."
"You wish you could, don't you?" Ruby asked.
Helen had to nod. Jimmy was their pimp, and she had only fucked him once, the first time she was trying to sell herself. She thought back a bit.
When she had first come to New York, she had known what her destiny was. However, she didn't know that a hooker had to have a pimp on Forty-second street, and she had gone out freelance. She hadn't been standing on the corner for more than five minutes when a white man with a moustache so thick it covered his top lip passed her by.
"How much?" he asked her.
"Twenty," she said, and as soon as she said that he pushed her against the wall. He moved his knee right between her legs, threatening to knee her in the cunt. Helen would never forget how scared she had been then.
When the man had started laughing, the tension had eased up a bit.
"I could kill you," he said, with a nice tone in his voice. "But I can tell that you're rather dumb. You could get killed, by anyone else. Look, baby, you need a pimp to work these streets. They protect your tender ass, know what I mean?"
She had nodded, but her she was too scared to talk at the moment.
"Luckily I happen to be one of the top pimps. Now you come with me this instant and let me check out your wares."
He had taken her up to a seedy hotel room, right off the street. As soon as they were in the room, he had told her to strip.
For a few seconds, Helen thought that he might have been lying. She thought that he might have been a John out for a free fuck. However, as he sat down, he pulled this huge knife out of his pocket and placed it on the night table by the bed.
She knew that she would have to fuck him no matter what, whether he was a pimp or not. For if she tried to escape, she was sure he'd use it.
Helen peeled off her clothes slowly. She noticed how he grinned when she pulled her bra off and her tits popped out. Her nipples were stiff, from a combination of fear and excitement. She started to pull off her dress and panties, and when she was naked, he told her to walk right in front of him.
"The name is Jimmy, by the way," he said.
He moved his hand to her pussy bush and started to go through it. She thought that he was checking for lice because he was doing such a thorough job. When he was finished, he moved his hand down to her pussy lips and stroked them.
She could feel her knees buckling, and he clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth.
"Shit, baby, you have to have better control than that."
He started to slide his fingers in and out of her pussy. He found her clit right away and began to wiggle it back and forth, rather fast. Helen was coming in a matter of seconds, and she looked at the way her juices dripped all over his hand.
"Hot. That's the way a good hooker should be, whether she is or isn't. Now I don't know if you're putting this on or not, but I don't care. Clients like it when your pussy spasms good and hard. Remember, the faster you make them come, the quicker you can get back out on the streets for another."
As he said that, he pulled her over to the bed and pushed her on her back. Then he got up on his knees and started to strip off his clothing.
She noticed that he was rather thin. She could see his ribs sticking out, and she did like the way he had a lot of black hair covering his chest.
When he slid his pants down, however, she gasped.
His cock was hard, but, it was the longest and thickest cock she had ever seen in her entire life. He had to be at least twelve inches long.
When she gasped, he started to laugh. He climbed his way up her body, moving that huge hunk of meat to her mouth.
"I know that I might be big, but I think if a girl can take all of this, then she can take any other cock she's bound to run across. That's why I personally like to take on each girl a first time."
As he said that, he rubbed his cock head over her lips. She could feel his low hanging balls rubbing against her neck, and she moved her hands to them and started to squeeze them, hoping it would make him excited and make him come faster.
"No, baby," he said to her. "One thing you learn, and you learn it good and fast, is that you don't do a thing unless the man tells you. Some men don't like having their balls touched. I love it myself, but if I didn't I might beat the shit out of you."
"What?" she asked, terrified.
"Don't forget, there's always that threat. The guy is stronger than you."
Since her mouth had opened with her question, Jimmy took the opportunity to ram his cock between her lips. He rammed his way in all the way to the root, and she could feel his thick cock head moving back in her throat.
She started to gag on it, and he laughed a little bit. Then he grabbed her head and started to fuck her face, good and hard.
Helen's eyes started to tear right away. She could hardly breathe with a cock that thick in her mouth, and he was thrusting fast and hard. It took a few minutes before she was able to work out a breathing rate, inhaling through her nose each time he pulled his cock back a little bit.
When he started to pulsate, she was sure that he was going to rip her jaw right open. However, his ejaculations started soon after the intense cock pulsations, and she felt him spurting his come out onto her tongue. He moaned loud, and she moved her hands to his buttocks to massage them.
She could feel how sweaty his buttocks were, and that assured her that his orgasm had been quite intense and passion-ridden.
"Oh, baby, good, good," he moaned. "Keep flicking that tongue against the head of my cock. When a man's coming the head of his cock is the most important thing. You can literally drain all the energy out of the guy by doing that."
Since working the streets, Helen had discovered that what he said was true.
However, she couldn't drain all the energy out of Jimmy that one time with him. When he had spent his load, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and readied her for the next thing.
"Only have to check your pussy now, baby," he said. "I have to see what kind of a fuck you are. If you're good, I'll take you on. Even if you're not, I probably will. You see, I have this theory about hooking. It's like driving. You really don't learn to drive until you get your license, no matter how much training you've had. You really don't learn to fuck a client, either, until you've done it a few times. Still, I want to see if you're responsive."
With those words, he moved his mouth down to her pussy and ate her for a few seconds, until she was wet and coming.
Then, he pushed her legs up over her head and shoved his limp cock into her cunt. Jimmy's limp dick was the size of an average hard cock, so he was still a decent fucking size. He thrust his way in and out of her pussy slowly, and she could feel some clit contact being made. Her pussy continued to spasm.
After a few more seconds, Jimmy started to get excited again, and she felt his cock beginning to grow in her cunt.
"Oh shit, it's so big," she moaned as she felt him stretching her pussy walls. "I don't know if I'll be able to take it all. I don't know."
"Sure you will. You already got it in you. Just hold it there."
He thrusted a little slower, until his cock ad swelled to its full size. By that time, her elastic-like pussy walls had stretched to accommodate him. Then he started to fuck her faster. She could feel his cock making the best contact with her clit. He didn't even have to move and he was making contact, but when he did thrust, her little love knob wiggled back and forth like crazy.
She felt it throbbing with delight, and her whole body was bursting with sensation.
"Now that's a responsive cunt," Jimmy said, which was his way of telling her he would take her on and pimp for her.
She felt his hard balls hitting her ass each time he thrust in deep, and soon his cock was pulsating and shooting its cream deep into her cunt.
As he came, it started her up all over again. He moved his fingers to her nipples and pinched them during her orgasm.
He stayed inside of her for the longest time after he had fucked her, just to keep her passions at a high. However, he didn't wait to get another erection. He soon pulled out and walked over to a sink.
"One thing. Make sure you always wash yourself afterwards. And do the guy's dick before you let him touch you. Afterwards, if he wants to wash it, that's cool, but you don't have to do it yourself. Got it? Now get dressed and start working."
Before he sent her down, he handed her two pills. He told her that they were downs and they would make her relax on the streets.
As Ruby handed Helen the joint she was smoking, Helen wondered if Ruby had any downs with her now. Usually, Jimmy supplied her with some, for a moderate price. However, she had taken her last two and felt she needed another.
Ruby had one more with her and sold it to Helen.
"You know why I'd like Jimmy's cock now?" Helen asked the black hooker.
"Yeah, I know why. The same reason we all would. Once you've been fucking around for a while, your pussy stretches. I think that I need a cock the size of Jimmy's to really bring me off the way I'm used to getting off."
"That's the reason," Helen said, smiling.
The two of them stood there a few more minutes. One man passed by, and when he stopped in front of them, Helen got a little nervous.
The man was a short, middle-aged balding guy who looked like he could have had a streak of insanity in him. Helen didn't want to go with him, and she was glad when he just passed by to check out the girls down the block.
"Did you get a load of that one?" Helen asked.
"Yup. A sadist if I ever saw one. Let him go down the street and pick up one of the girls who likes that kind of shit."
"Right," Helen said. "I had one sadist, once, and after I was through with him, I vowed never again. Never again. That fucking guy whipped the shit out of me, then left me tied without paying me."
"No kidding?" Ruby asked. "I think I had him, too. Short blond man."
"Right. That scumbag. I haven't seen him around lately, but I know that if I did I'd probably go kick him in the balls. Shit, it looks like it's gonna rain. How do I look now? Huh, Ruby?"
It was a breezy night and Helen could feel her short hair blowing in the wind. She had finished adjusting her tits now, opening the next button down so that even more cleavage showed. It looked like her tits would fall out of her dress if she moved.
"How do you look now, honey?" Ruby asked. "You look cheap, that's how."
Helen smiled at her friend. As far as she was concerned, that was the look she was going after, and she took it as a compliment.
Helen was very stoned now. She had popped the down into her mouth as soon as Ruby gave it to her, and Ruby's joint had been very strong.
"Hey, look over there," she said, pointing across the street. There were two boys standing there, eyeing them. "Do you think they're old enough?"
"Who the fuck cares," Ruby said. "Look, I've already turned three tricks tonight. I want one more and then I'm splitting. If they come over, maybe we can get them to take us both on. A foursome."
"Terrific," Helen said.
She had only been working on the streets for six months now, and she had been involved in one foursome before. She liked it a great deal because that meant you worked with another girl. When there was another girl there, Helen was less scared.
For the truth of the matter was, the blonde girl was usually a little frightened with each customer as she led him up the stairs to her room. She had learned how to overcome that fear, to a degree, but there was always still a bit of initial fright with each new man she met.
For each time she walked up the stairs, she thought of Jimmy's threat.
"The man is always stronger than you are, and he can beat the shit out of you."
Once she had seen one of the girls in the hospital after she had been beaten. Her face was bruised so badly that Helen knew the girl wouldn't be out on the streets again for another month. That would be one whole month without work.
"Look, they're coming here," Ruby said, wetting her lips more so that she looked sexier. "I don't care who I take. Let's just do this good."
Helen could get a better look at the two boys as they approached.
One had sandy blond hair and looked a little older and more mature that the other boy with the sleek black hair. They both looked like they couldn't have been more than seventeen, however.
"Are you two free for the night?" the blond boy asked.
"The night?" Ruby said, smiling so that her white teeth looked inviting. "It can run into a lot of money, for the night."
"For whatever you usually do then."
"Let me put it this way," the black girt said. "One orgasm costs you this much, then two costs you a little more."
"Oh. Well, my friend here is a virgin. I think he'd only be able to go at it once, and it might not take too long."
"And you're more experienced?" Ruby asked.
"Uh huh. I've fucked a few girls."
"Look," Helen said, interrupting, "what exactly do you want? Do you want to fuck us or do you want us to suck you off?"
"We'll play it by ear," the boy said. "In the meanwhile, could we go somewhere. I feel a little uncomfortable here."
Helen could understand why. She saw a cop pass her by, and she smiled at him. Ever since the new station had opened on Forty-second Street and Broadway, there were more cops on the pussy patrol. All they did was make the customers more nervous.
For it was rare that they ever busted a girl for standing on the street selling herself, unless she was a freelance hooker. The ones with pimps were protected by the pay-offs to the cops, usually.
"Come on then," Helen said. She usually stood right outside the door to the hotel room she worked out of, as it was always so convenient that way. She turned and started to walk up the stairs. The blond boy followed, with the black-haired boy right on his tail. Ruby was the last one up the stairs.
As Helen opened the door to her room, she saw a roach on the wall. She reached over and smashed it with her open palm, then smiled at the boys.
"Now, before we do anything, let me just give you the rates. A fucking orgasm costs a little less than a sucking one, and if you want both, we can give you a break."
As Helen spoke, she noticed that the two boys looked uncomfortable. She moved toward the blond boy and touched his cheek.
Meanwhile, Ruby had walked over to the bed and she was beginning to strip. She slid her dress zipper all the way down, then pulled the dress off. She was clad in a black lace bra, panties, garters and stockings. She opened the bra and her chocolate brown tits popped out.
Helen had never seen Ruby naked before, and when she saw her two black nipples, she thought that they looked just like two large chocolate chips.
"Which boy wants me?" Ruby asked, sliding her panties down to reveal a thick black pussy bush and two red cunt lips. She left her garter and stockings on and looked particularly hot that way.
"I think you should go with her, Joe," the blond boy said to the black-haired boy.
"You got yourself a virgin then, Ruby," Helen said. "Be gentle."
As Helen spoke, she moved her hand down to the boy's cock bulge. She started to rub it and he closed his eyes and moaned. She pulled his zipper open and pulled out a nice, hard six-inch cock.
She took hold of his cock head and led him to the sink. As she started to wash him off, he opened his eyes and looked at her with surprise.
"Always got to do this," she said.
He closed his eyes as she started to wash his balls with the washcloth, too. When she was finished, Ruby pulled Joe over to the sink.
While Helen had been washing the blond boy, Ruby had been stripping Joe.
He looked even younger, naked, Helen thought as she glanced at the virgin boy. He had a thick patch of black hair around his hard six inch cock, and some hair under his arms. Aside from that, he had a smooth body that looked a little undeveloped.
Still, when it came to her business, the cock was all that had to be developed.
"Now what exactly do you want?" Helen asked the blond boy.
"You can suck me first," he said. "I'll be able to get it up again."
She smiled at him and nodded. She kissed him on the lips, something that she normally didn't do with a customer. However, she decided that she liked him. He had a nice cock, but more than that, he was wearing nice clothes. She was sure that he must have been some rich kid from Long Island who came into the city with his friend for the night. She figured that the better the treatment, the more the tip.
As she kissed his lips, she started to unbutton his shirt.
He had a chest full of light blond hair, and she pushed some of the hair away from his nipples and started to kiss them. They were quite hard.
As she worked on him, she took the chance to look over at Joe, the virgin boy. She had had one virgin since working, and she had really loved it because she did everything slowly to teach him about sex.
Since he knew nothing, it had been so much fun.
When she looked at Ruby, she could tell that Ruby wasn't even bothering with giving the boy a lesson. She was lying on her back, her large black tits heaving up and down, and holding the boy's cock so that his cock head was rubbing against her pussy lips.
She was moaning, and Helen wanted to laugh. It had to be the phoniest moan she had ever heard, yet the boy didn't know that and that was all that mattered.
Helen moved her hand to her boy's belt buckle and opened it. She let his pants slide down to his knees, then sunk down to the floor.
His cock was pulsating by the time she opened her mouth and took him in, and that was one of the reasons she had spent so much time kissing his nipples. She knew that it would excite him fast and the result would be a quick orgasm.
She sucked him all the way in the back of her throat and felt his hands on her head. He seemed to be applying a great deal of weight to the top of her head, and she knew that he was supporting himself so he would stand throughout the sucking.
"Shit, this is terrific," he moaned.
"Helen always is," Ruby said from the bed.
Helen could feel the boy starting to thrust his cock faster and faster, and soon he was pulsating and shooting his come into her mouth. She sucked it all out and let it slide down her throat.
As soon as she dropped the boy's cock from her mouth, he sunk to his knees, right in front of her. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her.
Then he started to undress her. He opened all the buttons in front of her dress and she pulled it off. Then he reached for the clasp in the front of her bra and opened it. When her tits were exposed, he moved his fingers to each nipple and pinched them.
Helen looked over at the bed.
The young black-haired boy was thrusting his ass up and down quite fast now, and she wasn't really sure if Ruby was faking her orgasm or not. The black hooker was moaning so loud, and she was rubbing her legs over the boy's taut buttocks.
"That's good baby, real good," she was moaning. "Now grind that dick of yours while you thrust it, okay. Just grind, baby, grind."
Helen watched as the boy started to grind a little, and she was glad that Ruby had told him to do that. At least the kid would learn something with this first fuck.
She felt the blond-haired boy moving his hand into her panties now. He pushed them down so that her pussy was exposed, then spread her pussy lips.
"Now what makes you work?" he asked. "What exactly?"
Helen smiled at him. So, she thought, you're not the big expert like you were trying to make yourself out to be. You were probably bragging in front of your virgin friend to make him think you were so fucking experienced. How fucking cute!
Her clit was exposed, and she wiggled it back and forth with her fingers.
"This," she said, "is my clitoris. It's my own personal cock. I get all my pleasure from that when it's rubbed and stimulated. Remember that."
As soon as she let go, he moved his finger there and took her little love knob between his fingers. He started to wiggle it back and forth gently, and she could feel a nice swelling in her pussy.
Sometimes Helen had to fake her orgasms, too, like any other hooker. She was grateful for those times when she got turned on, however, for it always made it so much easier with the client. She always felt a little more honest with them.
As the boy felt her pussy spasming, he gasped.
"Wow, that's sensational!!"
Suddenly, there was a loud groan from the bed, and Helen looked over. The black boy had his cock thrust deep in Ruby's pussy, and his whole body was contorting. His face was red and his breathing pace was fast.
"Fill me with that cream," Ruby was moaning. "Right, baby, right, keep pumping that come into Ruby's hot hole. Cool me off with that come, baby."
Helen wanted to laugh, but she knew it would have broken the sexual mood that Ruby was trying to set with her moaning. Instead, she looked back at the blond-haired boy.
"I'm coming now," she moaned. "Wanna eat me?"
"How much?" he asked. She smiled at him. Apparently, the boy wasn't as naive as she took him to be.
"If you can eat me and get it hard before I come, I'll throw it in for nothing. If you can't, it will be an extra ten."
"You've got yourself a deal," the boy said.
She lay back on the carpeted floor and spread her legs. Then she felt the boy move his mouth down to her pussy. He stuck his tongue in and started to flick her clit back and forth, slowly. As he did, she felt her pussy spasming lightly.
She could also sense a kind of jerking action, and when she looked up she saw that he was tugging on his cock furiously, trying to get himself hard again.
She rested her head back on the floor and looked at the bed.
Joe had pulled out of Ruby, and he was lying next to her. The black hooker was running her hands up and down his body, playing with his cock more than anything. As she caught Helen's attention, she winked at her, then licked her lips.
Then Ruby spoke to the boy.
"I think you should be able to get it up again," she said, running her hand over his nipples and pinching them hard.
Helen knew that Ruby just wanted to get him up again so they could charge more money when it was over. She couldn't blame Ruby. If the boys were rich kids from Long Island, chances were they had a lot of money to spend with them.
Helen felt her pussy starting to spasm hard and then she started to come. The boy's tongue licked all her pussy juices out, and she was happy because she knew that she was going to have to charge him more.
However, he stopped licking her at one point and then kissed his way up her body. As he moved his cock near her pussy and rubbed himself there, she knew that he was hard. She had been wrong. The fast jerking had obviously gotten him stiff again. He was in perfect shape for fucking, and he moved his cock right into her pussy with one long, hard thrust. His balls slapped against her ass.
"Oh, baby," Helen moaned, wrapping her legs around the boy's ass. "That's good. Just keep fucking me like that. So good."
He really wasn't that terrific, she thought, but she knew she could never tell him that. The idea was to make him think he was the best.
His cock was making nice contact with her clit, but he was thrusting for his own satisfaction, and not for hers. Helen couldn't blame him, however. After all, he was paying to satisfy himself, and as long as that was the case, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, as long as he paid when he was through.
She looked back at the bed.
Ruby was having trouble getting the kid cock hard. Helen knew that Ruby could have easily moved her mouth down and sucked him off, but had she sucked him with no hard-on resulting, there would be a hassle later on when it came to money.
Helen felt the boy's cock spasming in her pussy and then he started to come. She was kind of glad when it was all over.
For the boy had made her come while eating her, but he hadn't brought her to an orgasm while fucking her.
As he climbed off her, he looked up at his friend.
"How was it, Joe?" he asked. "Did you do it all right?"
"Oh, honey," Ruby said to the blond-haired boy, "your friend is the best lay I've have in years. The best, for a first timer."
Joe smiled at Ruby, and Helen had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. When Ruby spotted that, she gave Helen a dirty look. Then she climbed off the bed and walked toward the sink to wash her pussy out.
"Too bad he can't get it up again," Ruby said as she ran the water and soap through the washcloth. "However, we had one fuck. That's twenty."
"And one here, and a blow-job. That's another twenty."
Helen was purposely charging the boy ten dollars extra, and she was happy when he pulled his wallet out and started to count out the money. The wad of bills that he had in his pocket was incredible.
"Now you'll never forget this birthday present, Joe," he said. "It's costing me enough to buy it for you."
The boy counted out sixty dollars and handed it to Helen. She was putting on her bra at the time, and she stuffed the bills into one cup. However, she was pissed.
"Didn't you ever hear of tips?" she asked.
The boy flushed.
"I didn't know that you were supposed to give tips," he said.
"You're not supposed to, but some people do. When they're treated as nice as my friend and I treated you, there's no reason not to."
The boy pulled out two more ten dollar bills and handed them to Helen.
She stuffed them in her bra, then walked to the sink. Ruby had finished washing her pussy, and Helen took the wash cloth from her. Now that they had been paid, the two of them practically ignored the boys.
Both of the boys dressed fast, and by the time Helen had cleaned her cunt, they were standing near the door, ready to leave. "Thank you for everything," the blond-haired boy said.
"Yes, thank you," his ex-virgin friend said.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the room, both hookers started to laugh. Ruby walked over to the bed and began to dress.
"Shit, Helen, that was the shortest and best paying job ever."
"Right, Ruby," Helen said, pulling the money out of her bra and counting Ruby's share. She handed the black girl thirty dollars.
"Hey, we got eighty from them," Ruby said. "Half of eighty is forty."
"But I blew and fucked my boy," Helen said. "You only fucked your boy and then get a ten dollar tip."
Ruby looked like she was about to kill.
"Look, Helen," Ruby said, "I don't want to argue with you. I just want you to hand me my extra ten dollars now, before I beat the shit out of you."
Helen had never seen the black girl so tense before. She was suddenly quite scared herself, and realizing that it was better to pay the money than fight, she pulled another ten out of her bra and handed it to Ruby.
As soon as the money transaction had taken place, the girls were like the best of friends again. They finished dressing and tidied up the room.
"How was that boy for a first timer, in truth?" Helen asked.
"Eh! Look, he was my fourth tonight and by the fourth, I don't give a shit."
"Well, you certainly made him feel good. I wouldn't be surprised if you see him a few more times. He seemed to like you."
"I hope to God that I'm not working these streets too much longer."
"What do you mean by that?" Helen asked, as they walked out of the room.
"Shit, girl, I've had it here. I've got to get out of this business."
CHAPTER TWO
Helen was shocked when Ruby said that to her, but she waited until they were out on the streets again before questioning her further.
"Are you thinking of moving on?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ruby said. "I don't know what I wanna do, but I'm sick of spreading my pussy for any cock that wants it, know what I mean?"
"How do you do it?" Helen asked.
"I don't know," Ruby said. "All I know is that Jimmy ain't gonna like it, and I know he's gonna hassle me, and... sshhh, don't say anything. Here he comes."
Helen saw Jimmy walking across the street, in their direction. He had obviously seen them walk down after their Johns had left, and he was coming over for his money. Helen was already pulling out his thirty-percent share.
"You look like you had two rich ones," he said as he stood in front of them.
"Yeah, one of them had money," Helen said. "We made forty each from them, and for twenty minute's work, that ain't bad."
"Nah, not bad at all," he said, taking the money and greedily slipping it into his pocket. "Now, is that it for you, Ruby?"
"Sure thing," she said. "I've had it for the night, Jimmy. I'm just gonna go home and flop into bed. By the way, do you have it?"
"You know I wouldn't forget you," Jimmy said.
Jimmy looked so ominous in his black pants and black coat. His coat collar was pulled up around his neck. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet.
"How much?" Ruby asked him.
"Twenty," he said, and the black hooker pulled out a twenty and gave it to him. She stuffed his packet into her pocket. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She turned and started walking down the street.
Helen had wanted to ask her so much what she was talking about when she said she would be leaving soon, but she didn't have the chance. Jimmy was still standing there, and she felt his hand moving toward hers.
He stuck something in her hand that felt like a pill.
"How much?" she asked him.
"Just take it," he said. "My treat."
Helen was used to popping things in her mouth without looking at them at this point in her life, so she did just that. A few seconds later, she felt so mellowed out.
"I'm getting kind of tired tonight, Jim," she said to her pimp. "Do you think it would be okay for me to split?"
"No," he said. "I have one more customer for you. I was waiting for you to come down because I know this guy is perfect for you."
"Where is he?" Helen asked.
"Standing right across the street, outside of that theater. See him there under the marquee. The one in the trench coat."
Helen squinted. It was black as pitch outside, and the only light she had to see the man under was the dim light from the movie marquee. As Jimmy pointed to the man, he started walking across the street toward her.
She thought that he seemed kind of strange, and he gave her the creeps.
"Now, ain't she as beautiful as I told you?" Jimmy asked the man, and he opened one of Helen's dress buttons to show off more tit.
"Yeah," the man said, rather coldly.
"Just go with him," Jimmy said to Helen. "We already talked price and he's supposed to give you fifty when you're through."
Helen couldn't understand that. Fifty was a great deal of money for a straight fuck. The normal fee was twenty.
Still, she knew that she couldn't refuse a customer, especially when Jimmy had already made the arrangements.
"Come this way, baby," she said to the man.
She took his hand and started to lead him off the street and up the narrow flight of stairs that led to her hotel room. She noticed that the man seemed to be uncomfortable, and wondered if it was his first time with a hooker.
Whenever she was with a man, she always tried to loosen him up, for if the man was content, it always made for a better tip.
As he followed her up the stairs, she wiggled her ass a little more. She opened the top few buttons of her dress so that when she reached her apartment door and turned around, her large tits were practically falling out.
"Now isn't this what you'd call a nice set?" she asked, rubbing her tits and pushing them together. It was as if she was holding them out as an offering.
"Nice," the man said, coldly.
She slipped her key in the door and walked into the room. She flicked on the light and then walked toward the bed.
She started to strip, but the man stayed near the closed door.
"Now," she said. "I'm into almost everything that a man could want. However, I draw the limit when it comes to being tied up. I was tied up once and the guy just ran off and left me tied up when he was through. So no ropes, okay?"
As she spoke, she slid her dress off and opened her bra. Her large tits popped out and she rubbed her throbbing red nipples, in order to entice him more.
The man in the trench coat moved closer, and closer still when she pulled her panties down and exposed her thick blonde bush and red, wet pussy lips.
She smiled at him as he reached out and touched one of her nipples. However, she was a little upset about the fact that he hadn't opened his trench coat yet. She moved her hand down to his crotch and started to stroke him through his coat.
That was when she felt how limp he was. There wasn't the slightest trace of a hard-on.
"Come on," she said. "I'll do anything you want to get you up."
The man started to stroke her short blonde hair, then rubbed his fingers over her eyes. She thought it was nice, and closed her eyes slowly.
As soon as her eyes were closed, her shoved her flat on the bed. She felt something cold against her neck, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him holding a large knife against her throat. He pressed it against her skin, but didn't pierce her flesh.
"I want what you said you wouldn't give me, but I'm going to get it anyway."
Just then, Helen saw a piece of thick cord dangling from his coat pocket.
He pulled it out with one hand, then told her to put her hands up over her head. At first, she was hesitant, and he pressed the knife against her throat even harder. She resigned herself to the fact that he was going to tie her.
As she felt him binding her wrists, so tight that she knew her hands would start throbbing soon, she closed her eyes and started thinking about the first time she had been tied up.
It had happened when she first started working.
A pleasant enough looking businessman with a briefcase had come up to her and asked her if he could go up with her.
She had agreed, since it was her business.
As soon as the man had her in the room, he pulled out some ropes and told her that he wanted to tie her up. She had gone along with it that time because it was new to her. Besides, Jimmy had always taught her to satisfy the customers.
As soon as the man had her tied, he started to slap her tits. She had pleaded with him not to do that, but he had continued. No matter how much she squirmed, once her hands were tied she was defenseless. There was no way out.
The blond businessman had a huge, thick cock, and when he pulled it out of his pants he started to slap her across the face with it. She opened her mouth to try and suck him between her lips, but he made sure that she didn't keep him in her mouth too long. He whipped her all over her body with his cock.
When it came to fucking her, he rammed his way in so hard that she thought she might have been bleeding.
He came rather fast, then started jerking himself off to get hard again. When she had threatened him, telling him that she would scream if he continued, he stuffed her bra in her mouth. He fucked her large tits when his cock was hard again, then ended the session by fucking her ass. Afterwards, he had dressed and left her. She tried to spit the bra out of her mouth so she could plead for her money, but he was gone by then.
She had eventually spit the bra out of her mouth, and then she started to yell for help. Her neighbor soon freed her.
When she told Jimmy about it, later that same night, she was so frantic that he had to give her three downs to calm her.
"The guy was fucking crazy, Jimmy. I won't get into something like that anymore. I just won't. It's too scary and makes me feel too defenseless."
Now that she was tied again, she started thinking.
Jimmy had said himself that he spoke with the man. He must have known that the man wanted a whore he could tie and abuse. Jimmy knew that she hated it, and yet, he had set her up with the man.
He had also given her the down, and she could feel it still taking effect. At least it was keeping her from being as nervous as she had been the first time.
After the man had her tied, he took off his hat.
He had short red hair, and she finally could see his face, too. He looked like he was in his thirties, and he had a few red freckles on his face.
He started to unbutton his coat, and as he pulled it open, she saw that he had all kinds of whips underneath. He let the coat fall to the floor and pulled one whip out from the inside lining.
Under the coat, he wore a regular blue pin-stripe business suit.
Helen looked down at his groin. She could see that his cock was now hard and pressing against his pants for freedom.
"Come on and let me suck that for you," she said.
Her voice even sounded woozy and affected by the drug Jimmy had given her.
When she said that to him, he seemed to get more upset. He pulled the whip back and lashed it across her belly. He hit her so hard that she could see a red mark as the whip slid across her skin.
"You fucking whore," he said. "You're all alike. All you want to do is get us to come and then get us the fuck out, right? Well, that ain't the way it's gonna work with me, baby. No way."
He hit her again and again with the whip, and she could see him starting to open his suit jacket. He let it fall to the floor, then started on his shirt.
He had a hairy chest, and she licked that. She figured that when he would fuck her, his chest would rub over her nipples and that would turn her on. It always did.
The man stepped out of his shoes, then opened his pants and slid them to his legs. He wore a pair of blue bikini underwear, and she couldn't believe how big his cock bulge looked. However, he made no attempt to pull his underwear down yet.
Instead, he walked over to the bed and moved his mouth to hers. As he kissed her and pressed his tongue into her mouth, she started to suck on it. He let his fingers wander down over her belly. He played with her pussy hairs, then started to pull on her pussy lips, hard.
She could feel how much he was stretching them, but she hardly felt any pain from it. The down was doing it all, she knew.
Her muscles were so relaxed that he could have done anything to her without making her feel any pain, Helen realized.
That realization did scare her, however. Since she couldn't actually feel any pain, she knew that he could do things to her that might scar her permanently. He could make her bleed, and she wouldn't feel it, but as soon as the down wore off, the pain would start up. It was like getting novocaine from a dentist before he pulled a tooth. You wouldn't feel the pain from that pulled tooth until after the novocaine wore off, but when it did, the pain was always intense.
He started to pinch her clit, and she could feel her pussy getting wet. She was happy about that because at least her cunt would be lubricated if he tried to do anything else to hurt her inside.
"What do you want me to do?" she moaned.
"You don't have to do anything. Just lie there like the whorish bitch you are."
Helen didn't mind being a whore, but she was not proud of it, either. She did, however, hate the fact that he was calling her one again and again.
"Look," she said, moaning a little with real passion from her fingered pussy, "I don't give a shit what you do now, but the name's Helen, okay? I don't like it when you call me a whorish bitch."
He spit on her face, and she felt his saliva dripping down her cheek.
"That's what you are, aren't you?" he asked.
He looked at her with such an intense hatred, that she got very scared. When she didn't answer him, he slapped her across the face twice, hard!
"Aren't you?" he asked. "That's all you are. A whorish bitch."
She could feel her bottom lip trembling. The pain on her face was a throbbing pain, and it was the one place she didn't want him to hit her.
She didn't want to be scarred and out of work like her friend had been.
"Aren't you?" he repeated a third time, pulling his hand back as if he was going to smash his fist against her face this time. When Helen saw his clenched fist and realized that he meant business, she started shaking her head up and down.
Her wrists were throbbing like crazy now.
"Yes," she moaned. "I'm a cheap, whorish bitch. That's all I am. A cheap whore."
He smiled at her when she said that, as if he got satisfaction from hearing it.
Then he moved his mouth down to one of her nipples and started to suck on it. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the very tip of it, and just as the pleasure was reaching a terrific high for her, he bit it hard.
She could feel his teeth grinding together, and her nipple was right between the uppers and lowers. However, aside from some throbbing, she didn't feel any pain.
Still, she wasn't feeling much pleasure. She just thought about getting the John off and then getting him the hell out of her room.
He sucked on one nipple for a long time, continuously grinding his teeth. As he moved his mouth to her other nipple, she raised her head a bit. She could see how bitten and chewed her first one was.
She thought she was going to cry, but she was too stoned.
As the man bit her other nipple, he let his hand fuck her pussy, still. He was thrusting his fingers in and out of her cunt with more and more aggression. She sensed that his nails could have been scratching her pussy walls, but there was no way that she could tell. The drug was masking everything.
It did not mask her orgasm, however, and she could feel it rising steadily. As her pussy started to spasm around the man's fingers, he pulled them out.
Her pussy was aching now, with a need to come. Her body was sweating a little, and she tried to rub her legs together.
"None of that," the man said, yanking them apart hard as he pulled his mouth away from her second bitten nipple. "You're not gonna come until I tell you that you're gonna come, hear that whore?"
"Yes," she said, her lower lip trembling.
The man straddled her body next, sitting on her belly. She wished that he would pull off his underwear already. She could feel his weight knocking the air out of her, and she figured that if he was going to sit on her, the least he could do was pull his underwear down so she could feel his naked ass flesh and see his cock.
He cupped her two tits and started to push them together. As he did, he pressed her nipples in with his fingers.
"Jesus," she moaned. That time she felt the pain.
As she looked at the man's crotch, she could see a few wet spots in front. She knew that his cock was probably so hard and ready for fucking. He was dripping drops of come from the tip, that's how excited he was.
"Like that, baby?" he moaned, and his moan assured her that he did.
She shook her head no, because she didn't want to say the word. She knew that he would probably hit her if she told him she didn't like it, and since he had his eyes closed as he asked her, she could shake her head without him seeing.
"If you like that, you'll probably love this," he said.
He opened his eyes, then leaned over and pulled his trench coat off the floor.
He reached into one pocket and pulled a lighter out.
He flicked it on, then moved it closer to her already abused nipple. As she felt the heat coming closer to her body, she started to moan and beg.
"Please don't burn me," she said. "Please. I can't afford to have you burn me like that, baby. Oh, please, don't."
He moved the flame close enough so that her nipple started to burn with a sense of the heat. However, he never brought it close enough so that her skin was actually burning, and in the end, she had to be thankful for that much.
After he held the lighter under one, he moved it to her other nipple.
"How would you like a flaming cunt?" he asked.
"God, no! You're going to kill me. You will."
The man panted when she said that. It seemed that the thought of killing her was exciting him more than anything else.
Helen started thinking about Ruby and what she had said about Jimmy and how he would probably hassle her if she told him she was leaving the streets. She thought that Jimmy was mean enough to do something bad to Ruby.
He had to be, especially if he was mean enough to stick her with this client.
She knew that she was going to have it out with Jimmy as soon as she hit the streets again when the man was finished. If she hit the streets.
For the possibility that Jimmy was having this man deal with her in some way, to the point of death perhaps, was now running through her mind. The man seemed to get off on the thought of killing her, and maybe Jimmy had hired him to do just that.
Helen couldn't imagine why, however. She had always been good to Jimmy.
She knew, for a fact, that some of the other girls who worked for him cheated him out of a great deal of money. For instance, if a girl fucked and sucked a man and got thirty dollars from him, she might only tell Jimmy that she had fucked him. Therefore, she would only be giving Jimmy his percentage for the fucking, keeping all the money from the sucking for herself.
Helen had always been too scared to do something like that, which was why she never did it. Also, she liked Jimmy.
He had helped her out of many situations. Once, a black man had pulled her into an alley. She had tried to struggle with him because he wanted to fuck her right there. However, he had been too rough with her, and he was hurting her badly and almost getting his way.
As he pushed her down so she could suck his cock first, she noticed that he started to slump forward. She moved out of the way so he wouldn't fall on her.
As she stood up, Jimmy was standing there with a large club in his hand.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," her pimp had said. "I don't know if this nigger's dead or not, but let's not wait around to find out."
When they got to her room for a drink, she thanked Jimmy for saving her. He had been standing across the street when he had seen the big nigger drag her off to an alley, and he had run there to save her.
Perhaps, she thought for one second, he had no idea that this redheaded man was planning to tie her. She hoped that maybe Jimmy would come upstairs and save her now.
The man clicked the lighter off, after holding it under her other nipple for a long enough time to make it quite hot.
By that time, there were so many wet stains on the front of his underwear that she wasn't at all sure if he had come or not.
She wished that he would have pulled his cock out of his pants so she could tell.
As soon as she thought about that, it happened. The man lifted his ass off her belly and slid his underwear down under his cock and balls in the front.
Helen could see that his cock was nice and long, but, it was thinner than any cock she had ever seen. She wondered if that could have been his hang-up.
For most men into things like bondage and abuse, she knew, had certain hang-ups about their own sexuality that only the bondage could cure. When she thought about how his cock had been so limp before tying her, and how he had gotten hard instantly as soon as she was bound, it only confirmed her point. The man moved his cock between her tits and rubbed them together. Then he started to thrust his cock back and forth.
"Flick your tongue over my cock head, bitch," he commanded.
Helen lifted her head as best she could and started to thrust her tongue out as far as possible. He was making it quite hard for her, purposely she could sense, and the first few times, he pulled back just before her tongue touched him, then blamed it on her, then slapped her across the face.
She prayed that her cheeks wouldn't swell up.
When she felt the man's cock starting to throb between her tits, she was sure that he was going to come. However, he stopped thrusting so hard and as he did, the intense cock pulsations subsided.
"Did you really think I was going to come between your tits?" he asked.
She shook her head yes, and he started to laugh.
"Baby, I'm not paying you to come on your tits," he said. "I'm paying you to come in your asshole."
"What?" she asked. She had assumed that he was going to fuck her pussy. He had fingered her pussy so much that she needed a cock inside to relieve her aching.
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours. How do you like that?"
"I like it okay," she said, referring to a regular ass fuck. "But in this case, I wanted you to fuck my pussy."
Suddenly, his anger raged up again. He moved his two hands to her nose and started to squeeze. She could feel him squeezing all the breath out of her, and her eyes started to bulge as he continued.
Helen began to gag. She knew he was going to kill her.
She closed her eyes and resigned herself to death. When she didn't see her life flashing before her eyes, something she had always heard that happened before death, she somehow knew he wasn't going to really kill her.
She felt his grip loosen up just then, and when she opened her eyes, he was smiling again. His hard-on was twitching up and down with excitement.
"You wanted me to fuck your pussy," he said. "No fucking cheap whore tells me what the hell to do with my cock, got it?"
She shook her head up and down and tried to form the word yes with her lips. She didn't have much energy, however, and although she mouthed the word, no sound left her throat. There was only a choking pain.
Meanwhile, the man was sliding down her body to her pussy.
He took hold of his cock and rubbed his cock head against her cunt. She somehow sensed that even if he were to fuck her cunt, she wouldn't get off because he was so thin. Ever since she had been working steadily, taking on an average of four men a night, only thick cocks had their effect on her pussy.
An average-sized cock, in length and width, could only turn her on if the man knew how to use it right to grind it against her clit.
She wondered if this man had trouble making women come with his long, thin member.
He slid all the way down her legs and then pushed them up over her head. She started to groan as she felt him sliding his cock head near her asshole.
"Hey, you love it really, don't you?" he asked her.
"Sure," she said to him. "Anything you say."
He grabbed her pussy hair and pulled on a tuft, hard. She yelped in pain.
"Don't put on that fucking attitude with me, you bitch," he said to her. "I don't like shit like that, understand."
"I don't like shit like this either," she said.
He slapped her across the face twice.
"What the fuck do you like?"
"I thought you were going to fuck my cunt," she said to him. "You worked me up and now you're only going to fuck my asshole Go ahead and get it over with."
She was surprised when he made no attempt to enter her. Instead, he leaned forward and pulled his coat closer again. He reached into the lining and pulled out the thickest dildo that she had ever seen.
She was sure that he had bought such a thick dildo because he felt inferior with his own thin cock.
"All right, bitch," he said, "you want your cunt filled with a cock? I'll fill it with this cock. How's that?"
She wanted to plead with him. The phallus was so fucking thick, and she knew that she could take it in, as long as he went slowly.
However, she had no time to plead with him, for as soon as he had the phallus near her cunt, he rammed it into her.
She groaned in pain. It was even worse because once he rammed it in, he left it in. Then he moved his cock near her asshole again, pushing her knees up closer to her head. He rubbed his cock over her asshole, then thrust in.
She hardly even felt her ass stretch to take the man's thin cock in. But she did let out a moan, even if it was phony. As he started to fuck her with his cock, he started to move the dildo in and out of her pussy.
"Yeah, baby, that's right. Moan like the cheap whore you are. Moan, even if you don't feel anything but a need to make me come and get it over with. Yeah, baby. Bullshit your moans to try and make me think you're getting off on me."
Helen hated this man more than any other client she had ever been with.
She could understand how Ruby felt a need to get out of the business. Clients like the redheaded man gave prostitution a bad name.
His cock started to throb in her asshole, and as it did, she hoped that he would come. She started to squirm her ass a bit, hoping that it would make him higher with pleasure. She could feel her own pleasures rising a bit, too, for now that her cunt was used to the thickness of the dildo, the thing was starting to bring her some pleasure.
She could feel her pussy spasming around it.
"Oh, this is it for me," the man moaned, and then she felt him shooting his come into her asshole. As soon as he was spent, he pulled right out.
He pulled the dildo out of her cunt, too, right when her orgasm was reaching its peak. Her feelings began to subside slowly.
Helen couldn't believe that he had pulled the dildo out of her cunt without giving her a chance to come. She knew that the client was only supposed to satisfy himself, but she was still pissed.
The redheaded man pulled his underwear up and started to dress. He made no move to untie her, and she was sure he was going to fuck her over like the first guy who had tied her did.
When he was fully dressed, he slid the whip and the dildo back into the fining of his trench coat, then put it on. He put on his hat and looked ominous again.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.
"Right," he said, and he pulled five ten dollar bills out of his coat and placed it on the dresser top. Then he walked over and untied her wrists.
She sat up and rubbed them together. She could feel the blood starting to circulate again, and she was happy about that.
"Is this the price you and the man settled on?" she asked, walking over to the dresser and counting the bills.
"Yes," he said, opening the door.
"Tell me one thing. Did you tell him what you wanted to do to me?"
"Of course. I told him what I wanted to do, and he said you were the perfect girl for it. You were, too. It was a good orgasm."
And then he was gone.
CHAPTER THREE
Helen stood by the dresser, dumbfounded, after the man had left.
So Jimmy had known all along what the man in the trench coat wanted, and he had set her up purposely. She felt cheated and betrayed. She could feel a certain kind of hatred building up inside of her that she had never felt before.
There was only one thing that kept her from blowing her cool completely.
She had an ache in her cunt, and it had to be satisfied. No matter how much pain the man had brought to her, he had worked her pussy over good enough to bring her some pleasure and bring her to the verge of an orgasm twice.
Both times he had stopped, though.
Helen counted the money again and then stuffed the bills into the top drawer of the dresser. She walked over to her bed, sat down, then spread her legs.
She moved her fingers down to her pussy lips and started to slide them into her wet, eager to be pleased tunnel.
As she did that, she could feel her pleasures starting to rise already. Her fingers began to play with her clit. She pinched it lightly, the way she loved it best, then started to wiggle it back and forth.
"Yeah, yeah," she moaned, and she started to lick her lips.
As she masturbated, she started to think about David, her ex-husband. She could see a perfect image of his large cock in her mind, and when she licked her lips, she could almost taste it. He had had the greatest cock, and he always brought her off two to three times a fuck. Thinking about it made her start to come good and fast, and she could feel the juices dripping down all over her fingers. She continued to work them in and out of her cunt, hoping to extend the orgasm.
Helen knew that Jimmy was probably waiting for her downstairs, and that made her even more determined to continue.
Let the fucker wait, she thought.
Besides, she was not planning to take on any more customers after the redheaded man in the trench coat. Jimmy probably expected her to take on a few more that night, but if he did, she thought, he had another thing coming.
He couldn't expect her to fuck more men after the abuse she had just taken from that man, and she wasn't going to.
That was one reason she didn't mind working herself up to an intense, energy-draining orgasm. As far as she was concerned, she was going to fall out as soon as the orgasm ended. She was going to slide right under the covers and go to sleep.
Helen started to thrust her ass up and down off the bed. For some reason, she always came better whenever she masturbated and thrust her ass, rather than thrusting her fingers. Her spasms became tighter and stronger, and she thought about David again.
She wondered where he was. She wondered why he had left her, too.
Had she wanted to blame someone for the situation she was in, she could have easily blamed her husband. They had been so content together, or so she had thought. David seemed to love her, and she knew she loved him.
But then, one day, she had come home and found all his drawers open and empty. He had left her a note with some song lyrics on it.
You nearly had me roped and tied.
Altar-bound, hypnotized.
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And a butterfly is free to fly.
There had been no explanation other than the lyrics. When she tried to analyze them, it seemed to her that David had just felt too tied down in marriage. However, she couldn't understand why he had left her, unless, she once suspected, there had been another woman involved.
After that, she had no one, and decided to come to the city.
Helen felt her orgasm subsiding, and as it did, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and rubbed the cream over her belly. She thought it felt so hot and smooth.
She kicked the covers down and slid under them. Then she reached over and flicked the lamp off by the bed.
The room was completely black, and she closed her eyes and started to sleep. She fell asleep fast, and knew it was because of all the drugs she had consumed that day. When she had been with David, the strongest drug she had ever used was pot. Ever since she had been whoring for Jimmy, however, she would pop anything.
She was sleeping peacefully for about a half an hour when she suddenly felt someone pulling on her hair. She felt her neck being yanked back and for a second, thought that someone was going to break it.
Then the light was flicked on and she saw Jimmy sitting on the bed. He was glaring at her with what seemed like an intense hatred.
"You were supposed to come down again, you bitch," he said to her. "Why the fuck didn't you come down again?"
"Please, Jimmy, I'm tired," she said.
Jimmy pushed the covers down and reached for her red nipple. He grabbed it between two fingers, and while he pinched it, he started to twist it.
"Don't give me that shit," he said. "I saw the man leave a while ago. Look at you. You're a fucking mess. You should have cleaned up."
She looked down between her legs and saw how there was a large wet stain there. Her cunt juices had obviously dripped out in her sleep.
Jimmy let go of her hair, and that gave her time to recover.
"I'm sorry," she said to him.
"Yeah, bitch, well you should be," he said.
It wasn't until he called her a bitch that she remembered what had just happened about an hour before. She could feel her anger rising, fast.
"Now wait a fucking minute, Jimmy," she said. "I take back my goddamn apology. I think you owe me one."
"I don't owe you shit," he said.
"Look, you knew what that fucking man was going to do to me, didn't you? You knew that he was crazy, didn't you?"
"He wasn't fucking crazy," Jimmy said. "He just had his thing. And speaking of his thing, he must have paid you. Where's the fucking money?"
"You're not getting it until we finished talking," she said.
Jimmy pulled his hand back as if he was going to hit her.
"Look, bitch, who the fuck do you think you are? No one talks to me like that, do you understand? Now where's the money."
He suddenly clenched his open hand into a fist and brought it toward her face. He pushed it against her nose and threatened to break it.
When Helen realized that he really meant business, she gave in. She told him that the money was in the top drawer. He walked over and pulled out twenty.
"Just a fucking minute," she said. "Thirty percent of fifty is not twenty."
"What about the down I gave you?" he asked.
"You said that was a gift."
"I lied to you. Here's some more, so you don't think I'm cheating you. They obviously had a good effect on you. The man said you were hot."
"Oh, did he?" she asked.
Helen was sitting up in bed now and her large tits were heaving up and down. They always did when she was as pissed as she was.
"Tell me what the fuck else he said, Jimmy. Huh?"
"Nothing. What do you think he did, spend his time down there writing a fucking review about the way you move in bed? He just said you were responsive, and that was all that mattered to me."
There was a long pause, during which some of the tension seemed to subside. When it did, Helen felt pretty happy about it. She was still angry with Jimmy, but now that all the money deals had been settled, she thought she could talk reasonably.
"Jimmy, you knew that I didn't like being tied up. Don't you remember when one guy did it a few months ago and I came to see you.'
"I think I remember. But baby, you know how I'm stoned all the time. I don't remember too many things like that."
"Yeah, I know. Only what you want to remember. I told you that I hated being tied up. I still hate it. I won't work for you if it happens again."
"You won't?" he asked, and she seemed to sense some kind of threat in his voice.
"Not if you set it up again. Look, when I complained to you the last time, you promised me that it would never happen again."
Jimmy was standing near her dresser. He started to walk closer to her. As he did, he moved his hand down to her tit and stroked it.
It appeased Helen. For it was rare that Jimmy touched her body. She was hoping that maybe he would take pity on her enough to fuck her. She could see his cock bulge in his pants and remembered how big it was.
"Maybe I do remember that promise now," he said, massaging her nipple slowly.
"Then why did you set me up again?" she asked.
"Look, baby, as long as you're working the streets here, you have to be prepared for anything. I figured that you might get to like it if the man did it to you. I figured that you have to get to like it. You have to like everything."
"Did you know that he almost burned my nipples?"
"No," Jimmy said. "They look okay."
"Well they're still sore," she said.
When she said that, Jimmy started to sink to his knees by the bed. He moved his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked it between his lips. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it, and Helen loved the way it felt.
His mouth was so warm and he was making sure to work a lot of saliva over her nipples. She could feel them throbbing with pleasure in a matter of seconds, for he started to move his wet mouth from one to the other.
"Is that better?" he asked, pulling his mouth away.
"Yes," she said. "He also did some nasty things to my cunt."
Helen had figured that since Jimmy was trying to appease her, he might move his mouth down to her pussy and start eating her. Instead, he moved his fingers between her legs and started to stroke her softly.
"Now what kind of evil things could he do to this soft pussy?" Jimmy asked.
"He brought me to the point of orgasm so many times but he never brought me off and let me come. I wanted him to fuck my cunt, but he ended up fucking my asshole."
"And you didn't have your cunt orgasm?" he asked.
"No."
"Then what the fuck is this wet stain over here?"
She knew he had her. He knew she had come, just from the stain, yet she didn't want to tell him that she had masturbated.
"I must have had a wet dream," she said to him.
He grabbed her fingers and pulled them under his nose. As he inhaled deeply, she knew that he could smell her juices. He moved her fingers to his mouth and started to suck on them. She slid them in and out of his lips.
Suddenly, he bit down hard, causing her to scream.
"Jesus, Jimmy, what the fuck are you doing? That hurts."
"You masturbated, didn't you?" he asked her. "Don't tell me you didn't come. You played with yourself and made yourself come."
"I had to," she said. "I just had to. There was no way I would have been able to sleep tonight without doing it."
"You weren't supposed to sleep. You were supposed to get back on the street and pick up another John. You haven't been keeping to your quota."
When Jimmy pimped, he required each girl to score four times a day, minimum. On occasion, he would understand if a girl only scored three times and quit because she had trouble getting a fourth.
However, Helen had just started working that night, and the young black-haired boy and his virgin friend had only been her first. The man with the trench coat had been her second. Jimmy expected her to take on a third, at least.
"Jimmy, that guy knocked the shit out of me," she said. "He whipped me. Look at my fucking stomach. See the marks."
"Nice," he said, running his fingers over the whip marks. "But explain one things to me, Helen, and then I'll be content. How can a man exhaust the shit out of you if you don't even come while he's making it with you?"
"He fucked me with a dildo."
"Did you come? Did you? Huh? No, I didn't think so. You exhausted the shit out of yourself by masturbating yourself, so don't try and deny it, baby. Just don't try because you'll be insulting my goddamn intelligence by doing that." He grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her head back. "Now I'm going to forget about this night, do you understand? I'm gonna be nice to you and just forget that you didn't score a third time. I just want you to remember how nice I'm being."
He slapped her across the face, once, but it was hard enough to sting.
She let out a gasp, and Jimmy started to laugh.
"Besides, the streets are pretty empty now. I haven't seen it this empty in the longest time. There are more hookers than there are Johns out there, and when that happens it's okay to let the other girls work."
There was a tear dripping down Helen's cheek. Jimmy moved her finger there and wiped the tear away.
He seemed to be unaffected by her tears, Helen could tell. However, she was not crying to try and soften him up. She was crying because the stinging blow on her cheek had caused her pain, and the tear was an involuntary reaction.
Helen looked at him with a combination of love and hatred. Then she saw him moving his hand down to his cock bulge.
He started to rub himself.
"I have something that will be a peace offering," he said to her. "It's just like a pipe when the Indians pass it around and suck on it. Only this is something else for you to suck on, got it?"
Helen tried to smile at his joke. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started to stroke it. She licked her lips.
"I haven't seen that thing in months," she said to him.
"Too bad, right? Most of the chicks that I know want to see it all the time. If I was fucking them all the time I wouldn't have time to carry out my business, if you know what I mean. Pimping ain't easy."
"Shut up," she said, and when she saw him get mad, she grabbed his cock. "Just shut up so I can suck you off."
"But I thought that you wanted to be fucked, baby," he said to her. "Here I am, all ready to fuck you."
Helen could feel her pussy spasming with pleasure, just at the thought of fucking him. She continued to stroke his cock, and soon he was moaning.
"Let me suck you first," she said.
She opened her mouth and moved it to the tip of Jimmy's cock. She had forgotten how big he actually was. She had to open her mouth quite wide to take him down in her throat, and he started to fuck her face steadily.
Helen cupped his huge balls in her hand and started to squeeze them. She could feel him starting to pulsate in her mouth in a matter of minutes. However, the pulsations died down without him coming.
She thought that something was wrong, but she didn't know what.
He grabbed her cheeks and then started to fuck her face hard. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat.
"Come on, baby, suck it," he was moaning.
She looked up at his eyes. They were glazed and bulging, and she knew that he was more stoned that he had been in the longest time. Perhaps, she thought, that was why he was having so much trouble coming.
She opened his pants as he continued pounding his cock in and out of her mouth. She pushed them down and grabbed hold of his buttocks, tight. She started to massage them with her fingers, gradually moving her finger to his asshole.
She knew that she could massage his sphincter muscle, and once that happened, he would probably start shooting off in her mouth.
She hoped it would happen fast, too, because her mouth was beginning to ache.
She felt for his asshole and started to massage it gently so that the muscles would loosen up. Then she slid her finger in and began to massage him inside.
Jimmy's cock started to pulsate so hard in her mouth.
When he started to come, she drank it all down. She was so happy that she was finally able to bring him off.
"Yeah, drink it all," he said to her. "Drink it all down, baby. Love it. Love it. That's a good little girl."
Helen continued to move her finger in his asshole. It helped his cock stay hard in her mouth, and after she had sucked him dry, she pulled her mouth away.
"Now I want you to fuck me, Jimmy," she said, spreading her legs for him. "I want you to fuck me good and hard. I haven't had a cock like yours since I had yours the first time. It's so big and thick, just the way I need it."
"Yeah, beg for it," he said.
He was rubbing his still hard cock over her tits. When his cock head touched her nipples, she thought that she was going to explode.
She felt her nipple pressing its way into his piss slit, and he seemed to be getting off on that, too.
Jimmy climbed up on her bed, then slid down between her legs. He moved his mouth to her pussy and started to eat her.
Helen closed her eyes as she felt him licking her insides. He flicked her clit back and forth with his fast tongue and she could feel her pussy getting wet all over again. Then Jimmy clamped his lips against her pussy lips.
He started to suck her cunt hard, and she could feel her clit moving back and forth in the suction force he was creating.
He was sucking her incredibly hard, and she could feel herself starting to come.
"Oh, Jimmy, that's just the way it should always be done," she moaned.
Helen was getting lost in the orgasm, Jimmy could tell. He liked that. He always kept his whores in place by making them come. As far as he was concerned, it was the easiest way to shut up a complaining hooker.
She started to thrust her hips up and down, smacking him on the chin. He bit her clit for a second, then started to kiss his way up her body.
Helen felt him rubbing his thick cock head against her pussy lips. She was so wet now that she just slid right open. He rammed his way in deep, and she could feel the entire length of his cock bone making terrific contact with her throbbing clitoris.
"Christ," she moaned.
It had been the first time in a long time that she had come this hard with a cock, and she knew that it all had to do with his size.
She thought about her conversation with Ruby again on the street, and how Ruby, like all the other whores, wanted Jimmy's cock all the time. Helen could very well understand why, especially now that it was working her over so well.
She wrapped her legs around Jimmy's ass and started to massage his buttocks.
"How do you like that, baby?" Jimmy asked, moving his mouth to her ear. He flicked his tongue in and out of her ear a few times and she could feel an intense heat rushing throughout her entire body. "You like it?"
"Oh, Jimmy baby, I love it. I love everything you do to me."
Jimmy was glad that she felt that way. For it seemed like he had gotten her so lost in her passions that she had forgotten how angry she had been with him a few minutes ago, too, and he hated when a hooker was angry with him.
Sometimes he had to deal with the wrath of a whore in an abusive way.
He thought about the time Mary Mews had wanted to leave him. She told him that she was tired of hooking for a living, and he had been pissed. At the time. Mary had been his best hooker, pulling in tons of money a night.
At first, Jimmy had tried to reason with her verbally, telling her that she had a great future in whoring if she would save some money.
She said that it was impossible to save money, since he made sure that most of his hookers had a habit to feed, and he was the only source for the drugs.
Jimmy knew that it was the truth, but he hated having something like that thrown in his face. And no matter how much he pleaded with her, she insisted that she was going to leave him.
No one ever left Jimmy just like that.
He threatened her, telling her he'd do something violent if she left. She countered his threat by telling him that she would turn his ass over to the cops.
He had gone to her hotel room when she was packing one afternoon, and had surprised her with his going away present. He threw a bottle of acid in her face, and although he only scarred one side of her face, it was bad enough to mar her looks.
She had never worked for him again, but, he was content in the knowledge that she would never work the street again for anyone else, either. In the end, she just didn't have the looks that a whore needed.
Jimmy was content knowing that he could still deal with Helen on a purely sexual basis. She craved his cock and seemed satisfied enough when he was thrusting in and out of her hot box.
At one point, he started to throb hard in her pussy. He slowed down and felt her cunt spasming so tight around his dick, that he thought even his own sensational willpower wouldn't be able to save him from shooting inside of her.
However, he did manage to prolong his orgasm because the pulsations stopped without his coming. He started thrusting in and out of her again.
"Fill me, thrill me," she started to moan. "Oh, Jimmy, shoot that come deep in my pussy and make me overflow."
"Is that what you really want, baby?" he asked, licking her ear again.
"Oh, yeah, you know that's what I want."
He started to come in her pussy just then, shooting thick wads of creamy come deep inside of her. He thrust all the way in after his first ejaculation and stayed there until he had spent his entire load in her cunt.
Then he started to pull out slowly.
However, Helen knew that he was still in good fucking condition even when limp, and although he had satisfied her once, she wanted more. She wanted more because she was used to coming a few times a night.
She wrapped her legs around his ass to hold him inside, and he tried to pull back.
"You've got tight legs, baby," he said. "But if I were you, I'd loosen them. Come on, I've gotta get out of here."
"Keep thrusting," Helen moaned. "Keep it up."
"Helen, loosen your fucking grip," he said, getting more and more pissed.
"No," she moaned. "Keep moving that cock in my cunt, Jimmy."
She had her eyes closed so she was not prepared for his slap at all. However, he pulled his hand back and then smashed it across her cheek.
She was so startled that she did loosen her grip. He pulled out and got off the bed.
"Shit," he said to her, "do you think I have so much time to spend with one fucking whore? I have other girls working down on the street, and I have to get down there to see how they're doing."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I only came up her to rouse you and get you back down, and to get my money. But you can take the rest of the fucking night off. Just don't let it happen again, because if it does, you're gonna be in a lot of trouble."
He pulled his pants up and then stuffed his cock back in them. He pulled up his zipper and then walked toward the door of the room.
Just as he opened it, he turned back to her.
"By the way, I hoped you liked those downs. The next time you're going to get yourself involved in a bondage scene, take one. They should relax you enough so that you can get into it a little bit. Because take my word for it, Helen, it's going to happen again. It's all part of the business."
Then he walked out, slamming the door so loud that the smashing sound seemed to reflect all the anger he had inside of him.
Helen was too stunned to do anything but lay on her bed.
She started to think about Jimmy and what he had just done to her.
He had tried to appease her with his cock, and for a few minutes, he had. She had really felt something more than a pulsing cock from him. She had felt some emotional feelings from him, or so she had thought.
But now, there was no doubt in her mind that Jimmy just thought of her as a fuck. Even more, he just thought of her as a money-making pussy.
She was nothing else to him.
He had said so, in so many words. But once, when she had first started working for him, he had spoken so tenderly to her.
"Just stick with me, baby, and I'll see to it that you go far." He had been rubbing his cock bulge as he spoke, but he still wouldn't let her touch it. In some ways, he had tried to act like he was saving it for her, at the right time.
Sure, he had fucked her once, the first night when he met her. But somehow, Helen had taken his refusal to fuck her again as a sign that he had deep feelings for her.
All those illusions were shattered now.
She was nothing but a cheap fucking whore to him, and, at this present time, she was even on his shit list for not having turned enough tricks that night. She had always met the quota before, sometimes taking on one or two men more than she had to.
Helen could feel her whole body starting to shake. Once, she had thought she had something, but now, she knew that all she had was shit.
She walked to her dingy closet and pulled out her robe. As she wrapped it around herself, she took a quarter from the dresser. She stepped out into the hall and reached for the phone. As she dialed, she moved closer. Somehow, it seemed safer being closer to the phone. Ominous shadows lurked other areas in the hall.
The phone rang four times before the voice on the other end answered.
"Ruby Darling. Helen Harte, here," Helen said, trembling.
"Helen, what the fuck you doing calling me so late at night, girl? Don't you know this nigger's gotta get all the sleep she can, when she can?"
"I'm sorry," Helen said. "I just didn't know who else to talk to."
"About what, honey?"
"Jimmy. He pulled some real shit on me tonight, Ruby. He set me up with a sadist who tied me and whipped me and burned me."
"So, what else is new?" Ruby asked, sounding disinterested.
"Ruby, what the hell do you mean, what else is new? That's some shithole thing to do. Plus, he came to get me out of-bed so I could go back to work. He said that I hadn't turned enough tricks for the night."
"Maybe you hadn't," Ruby said.
"Ruby, how could you be like that? I thought I could get some sympathy from you."
"Is that why you fucking called me so fucking late at night?" Ruby asked, and she was starting to sound even more angry. "Now look girl, you ain't gettin' my fucking sympathy. What the fuck did you think, that Jimmy might have loved you? I noticed the twinkle in your eye whenever he approached. Shit girl, the only thing that Jimmy loves is green and comes in a large wad. The larger, the more he loves it. You're just one way for him to make more of it, and nothin' more."
"I'm beginning to realize that," Helen said, and she thought she heard someone screaming down the hall. She gasped, then the scream died down.
"What was that?" Ruby asked.
"I don't know," Helen said. "Whatever it was, thank God it died down."
"Yeah, honey. It died down when whoever screamed died. Now look, I gotta go."
"Wait. You were talking about leaving today. What are you going to do?"
"Who the fuck knows? Look, I wish you'd shut the hell up about that. If Jimmy ever found out about it, he'd surely pull something. I don't know what. But he ain't gonna let a whore run out on him and get away."
Ruby's voice was suddenly filled with terror, and it made Helen nervous. She had never even thought about leaving, except once, and when she did, she just thought she'd tell Jimmy she had enough and go.
That was all.
"What the hell do you mean?" Helen asked Ruby.
"You weren't around when Mary Mews got it. Now this is all rumor, and they've never really discovered the truth. But I know Mary, and she told me it's what happened. Jimmy will deny it all, of course, and ..."
"Get to the point, nigger," Helen said.
"Someone threw acid in her face, when she was packing and just getting ready to leave the city. I'll let you guess who the someone is. Now I'm goin'."
With those words, Ruby hung up. Helen quickly hung up the phone on her end and ran to her small room. As soon as she was inside, she closed the door. Then, she did something she hadn't done in the longest time.
She locked all four locks. She thought that it would protect her from whatever there was outside. However, she knew what the one specific thing was that scared her.
Jimmy! For she was suddenly seeing him in a different light...
CHAPTER FOUR
"Who was that on the phone calling so fucking late at night?" Patty Brown asked, rubbing her eyes a little bit.
"No one," Ruby Darling said to her. "Now just go back to sleep."
"Ruby, honey, a person don't call at four in the morning, and you don't talk to them for a couple of minutes and it turns out to be no one."
"Patty, it ain't any of your concern."
"Terrific," Patty said, and she rolled over.
Ruby could hear her breathing steadily a few minutes later. However, Ruby just couldn't sleep herself, and after listening to Patty for a few more minutes, she climbed out of bed, wrapped herself in her warmest robe, then walked to the dingy living room.
She closed the bedroom door so the light wouldn't wake Patty up.
Poor, sweet, unsuspecting Patty, she thought. Once, the two of them had been lovers. Now they just lived together and rarely touched one another. Ruby knew it was because Patty abhorred her whorish life, but she didn't care.
Milton was going to take her away from all that, and once she went, she wouldn't give a good goddamn about Patty. Let Patty decide what she wanted, Ruby decided. A man, a woman, or maybe both. Whatever the fuck she wants, so long as it's not me anymore.
But that thought only ran through Ruby's mind for a second.
There were other things bothering her a lot more. The most important on the list was the fact that she wanted oat, finally, and she knew she was going to have to deal with Jimmy to get out.
She had been working for him for a number of years now, and she was just tired of spreading her big black thighs for every cock that wanted to pay.
She thought back to her childhood. It seemed inevitable that she would end up on the streets, for that was where she was raised. She had been born in Harlem. Her parents had absolutely no money, and her father was drunk half his life.
Yet they still chose to have seven children, and she was the youngest. By the time she was eight, she was used to hanging out on the streets with all her brothers and sisters. Her brothers seemed to be rather protective of her.
That didn't stop her from losing her virginity at age twelve. Don was the boy's name, and he was her older brother's friend. He had asked her out on a date, and they had ended up in the local park on the bench.
It was late and dark outside, and she was rather scared. She clung to him for protection, and he started moving her hands all over his body. He guided her hand down to his hard cock bulge.
She knew what was going to happen. She knew all about sex, and even knew what a cock looked like when it was soft and hard. Having three older brothers helped in some ways. She would always see them.
Don had asked her to take his cock in her mouth, and she had been willing. He told her that her thick brown lips were just the thing he wanted, and as he spoke, he rested his hand on her crotch and squeezed.
Ruby had masturbated once or twice before then, but when Don touched her pussy, even through a layer of pants and panties, he still made her very wet. As he pulled his cock out of his pants and started to push her head down, he slid his hand into her pants.
Ruby opened her mouth and moved it all the way down on his cock. He was a nice seven inches, and she knew how to take him all the way down in her throat that first time. He held her head down at times, and although she gagged a little, she soon had the hang of the whole thing. She moved her hands to his huge balls and started to squeeze them.
"Oh, Ruby baby, I'm gonna come," he whispered.
No sooner had he said it than he was doing it. She could feel his come shooting onto her tongue, and she loved the taste of it immediately. He started to pump his cock back and forth in her mouth, but she didn't mind.
The only thing that bothered her was the amount of come. She knew that she would have liked even more.
"You stick with me, and you can get as much as you want," Don said to her.
After that, he fingered her pussy and made her come. He had the longest fingers, and once he had hold of her clit, he didn't let go. He started wiggling it back and forth so fast that Ruby had to cling to him.
Meanwhile, she pulled and tugged at his cock, trying to get him hard again. They kissed, and when his cock did start to grow, she climbed onto it.
"You move down when you want to," he said.
She moved down fast. She had no hymen, and she had known it. For once, when she was eleven, her father got mad at her, slapped her, and knocked her down the stairs. As she landed, she felt a wetness between her legs.
When she saw the blood she started to cry, but her older sister had comforted her, telling her that in the end, it was better to lose it this way.
"You won't feel any pain the first time because of it," her sister had said.
Ruby remembered her sister's words as she moved her cunt down on her first cock. She could feel it rubbing over her clit, and she placed her arms on his shoulders and started to ride up and down his dick, fast.
He moved his hands to her clothed tits and squeezed them. Ruby felt herself coming so fast, and when she did, he told her to slow down because he didn't want to come right away. Her tight pussy spasms were enough to content him for a few minutes, and it wasn't until they subsided that she started to ride his cock all over again.
When he came inside of her, a few minutes later, she came a second time.
As Ruby thought about Don, she reached over and pulled a rolled joint out of the cigarette box on the rickety table in the living room.
She could feel her pussy spasming a little bit, and the joint, she thought, would only make things more pleasant.
Don! She would never forget what his cock was like, but then again, her sisters had always said you'd never forget the first one.
Don! She had run into him one night, or rather, had seen him on the street, looking to pick up a whore. He was wearing a business Suit, and looked very established and kind of wealthy. When she had seen him coming, she had turned away.
It would have been terribly embarrassing to face him, she thought.
Ruby toked on the joint a few times, then moved her hand to her pussy. She started to touch herself, and she was happy to feel how wet and responsive her pussy was. There had reached a time, about two years after she had begun whoring, when it was hard for her to get wet about anything.
Still, she had stayed with it and tried to overcome it. Sometimes, however, she had to use vaseline.
As she got higher, she started thinking back again.
She had learned to love sex with men, or boys, rather. All her brothers and sisters were into it as well. There was nothing better to do in Harlem.
Then one night, her mother and father had a fight. Her father started beating the shit out of her mother. She remembered how her brothers tried to stop him. However, they didn't stop him in time.
Her mother spent three days in a hospital before dying. Her father was arrested. She and her brothers and sisters were given an eviction notice.
They were going to try and stick together, yet they all ended up going their separate ways. Two of her brothers were hoods in Harlem, and one had been killed about two years back. Two of her sisters had gotten married, and the third was trying to make it in Hollywood. Ruby was quite certain, however, that her sister was whoring out on the coast, although she never mentioned it in her letters.
However, Ruby never mentioned what she was doing in her letters, either. Although she occasionally ran into her one remaining brother, and one of her married sisters who lived uptown, they didn't know what she was doing.
It had all started one day, quite casually. Ruby had been living with one of her sisters at the time. She was fifteen, and although she was supposed to be in school, she cut almost every day. She had decided that the best thing for her to do would be to get a job, and so, she had been going around from agency to agency, telling one lie after another about her age and her skills.
However, there didn't seem to be anything that she could do. One day, she was on Forty-second Street eating a hot dog at one of the stands.
She had seen Jimmy, a cool-looking dude in black pants and jacket, with a thick black moustache that covered his upper lip, staring at her from across the street.
She had known, even then, that the man was a pimp. It was easy to tell from the way he was dressed. Still, when he started smiling at her, it turned her on.
Ruby had never made it with a white man up to that point, and she could see, even from across the street, what a huge bulge he had in his pants. When he winked at her and beckoned for her to come across and meet him, she had gone.
It was almost as if she was hypnotized.
"How are you doing, little black Miss?" were his first words to her.
She had smiled immediately, and when she did, he moved his hands to her thick brown lips and ran his fingers over them.
"Do you know that you got a built-in profession with those lips, honey?" he asked.
"Now what do you mean by that?" she asked, somewhat naively.
"I mean that any man on this street would pay a nice amount to put something between those lips. I don't think I have to tell you what that something is."
He hadn't. For when he had said the word something, he had started to rub his bulge, right on the street. Naturally her eyes followed his hand and she saw what he was doing. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue over her lips.
He caught that, and he smiled at her.
"Come with me, baby," he said.
"How much?" Ruby asked. She knew even then that this was a business matter, but somehow, it made no difference when the cock in question was as big as the one she could make out under his pants. She had learned to love cock since that first time, and had had her fair share of all sizes and shapes.
Jimmy had taken her up to a sleazy hotel room, without naming price. However, as he closed the door behind him and started to pull out his cock, she sunk to her knees.
"Now about price, baby," he said, rubbing his stiff cock head against her lovely wet lips, "I never pay. I get paid off from the girls, but only the girls under my wings. If I like you, and if you're into it, you could make a lot of money doing this sort of thing. More than you'd imagine. I'd protect you."
It hadn't really occurred to her that he wanted her to be a whore until he started talking to her like that.
However, at the mention of a lot of money, she was determined to do it. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and started to flick her thick red tongue over his cock head. She dug it into his piss slit, then started to pull her tongue back. His still cock head stayed with her tongue, moving into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she started to take him all the way down her throat.
As she did, Ruby grabbed for his balls and pulled them.
Jimmy had started to moan fast. He moved his hands to her two large tits and began to squeeze them. Every so often, he took the time to open another one of her blouse buttons, and soon he was pulling her bra down under her two brown mounds so he could touch her bare flesh. When he did that, she tingled even more.
Her pussy was getting wet now as she thought about it, just like her pussy had started to get wet when she licked Jimmy's cock that first time. That time, she had made no attempt to touch herself, thinking that he would get to it eventually. However, as she sat on the couch now, she started to move her fingers in and out of her pussy fast.
She could feel herself spasming hard, and soon she was in the throes of a mild orgasm.
Memories of Jimmy's sweet cock had a lot to do with the way she came.
For his cock had tasted great, and when he had started to pulsate and shoot his cream into her mouth, she couldn't believe how much come there was. Usually, she was able to swallow a whole load, but Jimmy's was so thick and so abundant that she let some drip out of the side of her mouth.
She licked it all up later.
After she had sucked him, he had fucked her to see how hot she was. She had never taken a cock his size in her pussy. He entered her when he was limp, and that was hard enough to handle. While he was inside of her, however, he started to swell. Her pussy muscles stretched slowly to accommodate his growing cock, and once she was used to it and he started thrusting, there was pleasure all the way.
He had fucked her for about fifteen minutes, bringing her off three times before he started to shoot another big load into her pussy.
After that, she had been only too eager to work for him. He told her that she could stay in the room they had fucked in, and work out of it at the same time.
Ruby had done that for a while, too.
But then one day, she had met Patty. It was late at night, after work, and Ruby had decided to take a walk down Broadway before going back to the street and going to sleep. She just wanted to see something other than the scum and filth she was used to seeing all day, for living and working on Forty-second Street meant that she hardly ever left the area. As she was walking on Duffy Square, she saw this cute black woman sitting near the tickets booth, crying.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong with you?" Ruby had asked the girl. One thing whoring had done was make her more friendly toward people.
"My girlfriend just walked out on me," Patty had said. "She told me that she wanted to go straight, and that's the end of us."
The girl didn't look like a lesbian, but hearing her talk like that didn't shock Ruby in the least. She had had affairs with women in her years of whoring. On occasion, a man liked to hire two hookers and then watch them go at each other. Ruby had licked her share of pussy, and on occasion, when the pussy was clean enough, she had liked it just as much, if not more, than cock.
"Too bad, baby," Ruby had said. "But we all got our share of problems."
"I know," the girl said. "I'm just kind of afraid to go home alone. I haven't slept alone in five years. I don't know if I can."
Ruby had started to think. At first, she figured she might be able to make some money off the vulnerable broad. She was planning on suggesting that she come home and sleep with the girl, for a small fee.
However, she did like the way the girl looked, and she thought that sleeping in another apartment, where there might be silence (unlike her street, which never seemed to stop moving, no matter what time of night), would be terrific.
She didn't even have to suggest coming to stay with Patty, for as Patty looked up, it was practically assumed.
A few days later, Ruby was to learn that Patty had talked of sleeping alone purposely, so that Ruby would want to come with her.
As Patty stood up and held out her hand, Ruby tool it. Patty lived on the upper West side, and they hailed a cab to get up there.
Ruby would never forget the first time Patty went down on her. They had both undressed, and Patty wouldn't stop praising Ruby's body. Ruby had terrific tits, she knew, and when Patty started to lick her nipples, Ruby played with Patty's pussy.
However, Patty soon wanted to go down on Ruby, and as she sunk to her knees, she moved her mouth to Ruby's pussy. She held Ruby's buttocks between her fingers and started to suck her pussy hard.
Ruby began to thrust her cunt back and forth, and Patty's long tongue was doing a nice job on her clit.
It was the first time Ruby had ever made it with another black chick, and she did end up loving it. After Patty had made her come three times, hard, she started to reciprocate and go down on Patty.
She spread Patty's juicy red cunt lips as wide as possible, then started to suck on her erect clit. Patty was going crazy with passion. Ruby had to eventually hold onto the girl's ass to keep her from moving so fast.
After Ruby had made Patty come once, they fell asleep, side by side. Patty couldn't keep her hands off Ruby the whole night.
Ruby thought that it was nice to sleep next to someone, too. After about two years of whoring and spending the night alone after the last John had paid and left, it was nice to feel someone beside you in the bed.
Eventually, after the third night, Ruby decided to move in with Patty. She still had her room on the street to work out of, but she liked the idea of not living there, too. At least there was a change of scenery when she left work.
Patty didn't know what Ruby did for the first few months.
She worked in a dress factory herself. Ruby told her that she was working at a hotel, nights, and that accounted for her odd hours.
However, one day, Patty passed her hustling on the streets. Ruby could see how hurt the girl was, and she knew that there would be a confrontation that night.
As soon as she walked in the door, she saw Patty sitting on the shabby couch. She was smoking a cigarette, and it was obvious from all the butts in the ash tray that she had been chain smoking from the second she came home until the moment that Ruby walked in. There were almost fifty butts in the ash tray.
"You never told me you were a whore," Patty said.
"You never asked me, baby. If you had asked, maybe I would have said something."
"Oh, bullshit, Ruby," Patty said, and Ruby could see her starting to cry already. "You never would have told me. You wanted me to keep believing."
"What?"
"That you loved me. At least I used to think you did."
Ruby had walked over to sit by Patty. When the black girl pulled back a little bit, Ruby reached for a joint and lit it.
"Well, shit, Patty, I don't know what ever gave you that idea."
"You gave me that idea. All that tender stroking."
"Well shit, girl, don't you know the difference between stroking and love? There is a big difference between the physical and the emotional."
Ruby knew that for a fact. It was one of the first things a good hooker had to learn. She had seen a few young girls, first starting, hoping that some man they fucked would love them and take them away from the whole scene.
Those girls tended to throw themselves into their fucking, thereby draining themselves both physically and emotionally. For in the end, all the time, the John, once his cock was satisfied, would pull out his money and pay. Then he would leave.
If you gave him anything more than your physical self, you would suffer in the end.
Ruby had been doing something like that with Patty. Once, she had thought, she might have loved the woman. But it was never a deep, strong love. After a few months, as far as Ruby was concerned, it was only a physical thing anyway.
So for Patty to start talking about love was absurd.
"You led me on," the black girl started to say.
Ruby toked on her joint more and more. She reached over and tried to stroke one of Patty's small tits, but she pulled back.
"I didn't lead you on. Look, didn't you feel good all those times we were together? If you did, why do you have to try and make it anything more than it was? Huh? There's no fucking sense to that."
"You just sell your pussy, right?"
Patty was saying it in such a condescending way, that Ruby was getting more and more pissed off. She had to clench her fists to keep from hitting Patty.
"That's right, Patty, because it's mine and there's folks who want to buy it."
"It's disgusting."
"To you, maybe, but to me, it's a good way to make a living. Just look at how you slave at your fucking dress factory, forty hours a week. After taxes, you come home with what amounts to a small pile of shit. But me, look at me. Five nights a week, no more than five hours a night, and I can take home almost five hundred a week, tax free."
"And risk disease, and sickness. What if someone beat you up?"
"I'd just expect more of a tip," Ruby said.
"Uch, that's gross. I can't stand it."
After that Patty and Ruby hardly touched each other in bed. At first, Ruby had thought about leaving, even though Patty didn't say anything to her about it.
But after a while, they had had a talk. Patty said that she still felt comforted sleeping next to someone. The sex part was something she could live without.
Ruby didn't mind. It was a nice place to stay, and Patty usually kept the refrigerator filled with all kinds of things to eat.
As she thought about it now, Ruby decided to get something. After getting high and coming once, she was starved.
She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, then took out a few slices of balogna. She made herself a sandwich, then walked back into the living room.
She started to think about Milton, for he was her ticket out.
She thought that he was one of the biggest assholes she had ever met, but as long as he was willing to take her with him, that was okay.
Ruby had met him one night on the street. He was a tall, thin black man. She had noticed him cruising her from across the street, and she started to cruise him back. However, after a while, she got bored with the fucking game.
Then someone approached her and she went with that man.
When she was finished and she got downstairs, the tall thin man was still standing across the street. He smiled at her as she stepped out of the hotel door. She smiled back, but that was all he did that day.
It took about two weeks before he had the courage to come over and talk with her. He would be on the street almost every other night, and sometimes, every night. When he finally did come and talk with her, he seemed rather shy and withdrawn.
"I've been watching you," he said.
"I know, honey. But is that all you're up to doing? Don't you want to do something more than watch me? I can show you a real good time."
"Okay," he said.
She was surprised that he didn't want to know price, like almost every other man she had had in her few years on the street. Almost all insisted on knowing the price for each thing before going upstairs with her so that they wouldn't feel like they were getting Tipped off. But he didn't care.
She took him up to her room and closed the door. When she kissed him on the lips, he seemed to get more aggressive. However, once the kiss ended, he didn't try to do anything. Ruby seemed to sense that she was going to have to definitely be the dominant one in this particular relationship.
Being a whore for so many years, she knew how to play any role assigned.
"I can tell that you must have some nice piece," she said to him, and she reached under his jacket and felt the hardening bulge under his pants. The more she rubbed him, the weaker he seemed to get.
He couldn't even keep standing as his cock stiffened. His thin knees started to buckle, and she led him over to the bed.
"You just sit here, baby, and let your Ruby do everything that you want done. You just say it and I'll do it. Or else, I'll just do it myself, without you saying anything."
He seemed to love that idea, and since he was the paying customer, that was exactly what she did. She took his trench coat off, then pulled his pants all the way down. He wore no underwear, and she could make out his thin legs.
However, he had a nice cock. It was thick enough, and somewhat long. His balls hung low. She cupped them in her hand as she moved her mouth to his cock head. She started to eat his dick, opening her big lips and rubbing them up and down his shaft. She flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth, against his hardened rod.
When she worked her tongue down to the root, then back up to the cock head, she started to take his shaft into her mouth.
Milton was easy to please, or eager to come. She never really knew. She couldn't say that he was a pre-mature ejaculator because he came so fast in her mouth, for when he fucked her pussy later, he held back a long time.
In fact, it seemed like he always came fast in her mouth, but seemed to be able to hold back whenever he fucked her.
After sucking him about two minutes that first night, she felt him starting to shoot his come onto her tongue. She swallowed it all, and he moaned and rubbed her hair. He said very little, however.
After he had come and his spent cock went limp, he did have one request.
He told her that he had never seen a girl masturbate before and that he wanted to watch her doing it. Ruby didn't mind, but she suspected that he just hated to go down on women and that was his reason for not doing so to her.
She stripped completely, then sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard. She spread her red wet lips and exposed her clit so he could see it.
Then she started to wiggle it back and forth like crazy. She could feel her pussy walls starting to get wet, and she came less than three minutes after she had started. As she masturbated, she kept her eyes on his face.
He seemed to be enthralled with what she was doing. He had the look of a little boy who was doing something bad on his face, and she thought that was cute.
His cock seemed to respond with pleasure, too, for a few seconds after she started to work her pussy, she noticed that he was getting hard again. He began to tug on his limp cock as she reached her first climax, and as she came, he was fully hard.
"I want you to fuck me," he said to her.
She knew what he meant as he lay down on the bed, on his back. He wanted her to ride his cock, and this position was all too familiar to her. She had lost her virginity in much the same way. As she climbed on his dick and started to think about Don, she began to come. Milton moaned as her pussy spasmed around his cock.
She rode him all the way down, then stayed that way until her pussy spasms had subsided. Then she started to ride him hard and fast.
He played with her tits the whole time, pulling at her nipples gently. His whole forehead was dripping with sweat, and she was getting turned on just thinking about how much she was turning him on.
The first fuck lasted almost twenty minutes. When it was over and he dressed, he finally asked her the price. She lied, charging him thirty dollars more than she should have. He paid it willingly, and when she paid Jimmy his percentage, she never told him about the extra money.
She thought that she'd never see Milton again, but he started coming more and more often.
The last time she had seen him, three nights ago, he had started talking, more than ever.
"I've been seeing you now, on and off, for almost a year, Ruby," he said. "I hope that means that I mean something more to you that your average John.
"Of course you do, Milton," she said.
She was lying. The only reason she was nice to him was because he was nice to her. He was still just a john, however, and as far as Johns went, he was one that had gotten used to paying her a lot more than the usual price for a fuck. Sometimes, he would come two or three times a week, and Ruby loved the extra money.
"I hoped so," he said to her. "I think I've fallen in love with you, Ruby. I know that you're probably wondering how a man can fall in love with a whore. No, I shouldn't even call you that. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she said to him. "I've been called worse."
"Anyway, I want to take you away from all this. I have some money, and I know that it would be enough to support you. I'd like you to stop working."
"It's not that easy," she had said, thinking about Mary Mews.
"Why don't you decide then? I was thinking of taking you to California for two or three weeks, and then we can come back to New York and look for a new apartment together. You'll never have to work the streets again."
It sounded terrific to Ruby. He was willing to take her to California. She had a lot of money in the bank, and she knew she would take it all with her. She didn't think she would stay with Milton for too long once she got there, and she certainly wouldn't come back to New York with him either. But at least he would be her ticket out of the city.
She had told him yes, and he said he would contact her.
But her main worry in the world now was Jimmy. For the last thing in the world that she wanted to be was another Mary Mews...
CHAPTER FIVE
"Nice pussy, bitch," Jimmy said to the redhead girl who was lying on the bed. "Now roll over and let me see that ass of yours."
The girl smiled at him. She rubbed her pussy two more times before actually rolling over. She wanted her cunt to be nice and wet before she started rubbing it against the silky sheet she was lying on.
Her name was Liz, and Jimmy had just picked her up on the street about two hours before. She had looked cold and lost, and he knew that if he provided her with a little heat, she might be willing to work for him.
It wasn't hard to get her back to the hotel room. It usually wasn't.
She had stripped for him willingly while he stood by the door watching. Then she had started to play with herself.
As she rolled over and Jimmy looked at her tight buttocks, he walked over and started to rub one. Her ass cheeks were nice and soft.
"Have you ever been fucked this way, baby?" he asked.
"Lying on my stomach? Sure. I've been fucked that way lots of times."
"But I'm talking about up the ass. When you've got an asset like these two beauties, most guys would cream to take you this way."
He could feel her trembling a little bit, and he slapped her ass playfully.
"You don't even have to answer me. I can tell already that you've never done it this way. Still, I think that you might get into it very easily. Here, why don't you just pop one of these down your mouth."
He handed her a small pill from his pocket. As she rolled over to take it, he cupped one of her large tits in his hand. He liked her thick red nipples, and knew that if she wore the right kind of top, she could sell herself on her nipples.
Any man turned on by nipples would certainly get a thrill from hers, and Jimmy thought that a see-through blouse was a perfect idea.
Liz smiled as she took the pill. A few minutes later, she was feeling nice and relaxed.
Jimmy took off his leather jacket, then opened his shirt. As he sat beside her on the bed, she ran her hands over his black chest fur.
"I like you a whole lot," Liz said. "You're the first guy's been nice to me in the longest time."
"My motto is you be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you."
"I see how nice. About a eleven inches worth of niceness," Liz said, and she moved her hand down to his cock bulge and squeezed it.
"That's right," he said. "Only you're an inch short."
Jimmy ran his hand up and down her body. At times, he would let it rest on her melon-like tits, palming her nipples so that they stayed stiff. Then he would let it wander down her flat belly and over her thick red bush. He touched her pussy lips on occasion, but he was really waiting for the down to take effect so he could start fingering her.
Meanwhile, she was moving her hand to his zipper. She opened it slowly, then reached in to try and pull his cock out. Since he was so huge, and already hard, it wasn't easy for Liz to do that. In the end, he stood up and pulled his pants all the way down, then stepped out of them. His hard cock stood straight out.
She touched it firmly and began to jerk him off.
Jimmy could tell that she had a nice touch, but he also knew that she was going to have to practice a little bit more. For there was an art to touching a man's cock, and in order for a hooker to really succeed, she had to be able to handle it right.
He moaned a little, when she hit the right spots and touched him the way he loved it best. Still, the one thing he was determined to do was fuck her virgin asshole. Once she had it, and learned to love it, he would be able to make deals with some of the Johns on the street for her asshole.
It was worth at least twenty-five a fuck, he thought.
"How you feeling now, Liz?" he asked.
"With my hand on this thing, I feel out of sight," she said to him. "You have the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life."
"Then you've seen a lot of them?" he asked.
"A pretty good number. I was what's commonly known as the high school slut of my high school. I would fuck anyone."
"Did it bother you to be known as that?" Jimmy asked. Her attitude was an important factor, if she was going to whore for him.
"No," she said. "I knew that all those girls were jealous, as they started to masturbate, that is. A lot of them learned how nice it was to come when they masturbated, and I'm sure they must have realized what a great time I was having because I was actually getting fucked. It's better than doing it yourself."
"It sure Is," he said. "How's your head, though?"
"My head. Oh, I don't know. I've never really felt like this before. I feel kind of high and mellow at the same time. I feel like I could do almost anything, as long as my whole body's touched."
"Good, baby, that's what I like to hear," he said.
"Do you know what else I feel like?" she asked, and as Jimmy looked directly into her eyes, he could see how smashed she was already. "Well, when I first saw this cock of yours, I didn't think I could do anything with it. I admired it, of course. I think it's so big and beautiful. But I thought I wouldn't be able to take you in my mouth, and that I certainly wouldn't be able to take you in my cunt. But do you know what?"
"What?" he asked. He liked the way she was babbling. He couldn't wait until she felt his cock in her asshole, however. She hadn't even mentioned that.
"I feel like I could take you all the way in the back of my throat, right now. I'd love to suck on that cock of yours."
"Anything you want," Jimmy said.
He had been planning to have her suck him before anything else. For he knew that the average customer loved to be sucked more than anything else, so it was of major importance that a girl know how to do it right.
Jimmy climbed on the bed and lay beside her, on his back. She moved her head down to his cock and started to lick him.
She did that for only a few seconds. Before he knew it, she had moved her mouth down to his balls, and she was fucking at them like crazy. Jimmy loved to have his balls sucked a lot, and he could feel the pulsing pleasure rising in his cock.
"Oh, baby, that's nice," he said. "Real nice. But it's only my balls. You said you wanted to take my dick all the way back. Show me how you're gonna do it."
She sucked on his balls for a few more seconds, then dropped them from her mouth and mouthed her way back to the head of his cock.
As she opened her mouth and started to go down on him, Jimmy grabbed her ass with his hand and started to pull it over to his face. He wanted to eat her pussy a little, for he knew that he was definitely going to fuck her ass and wanted to bring her off at least once before doing that.
He ran his tongue through the sweaty red hair of her pussy patch. He could taste her sweet sweat, and he licked her for a long time. Then he started to suck on her pussy, clamping his lips to her pussy lips and sucking as hard as he could.
She moaned with pleasure, then moved her mouth all the way down. Jimmy thrust his cock up off the bed a little so that her chin was brushing through his black pubic hairs. He wanted to see how long she could deep throat him without gagging.
When he heard her starting to gag, a few seconds later, he pulled back. She had done a relatively good job, he thought.
As she started to move her mouth up and down his cock, fast and at a nice, steady pace, he felt her cupping his two large balls. She started to squeeze them as she stretched his lightly-haired scrotal sack.
He began to thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy, making sure to touch her clit each time his tongue was deep inside of her. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and when her pussy walls started to spasm in orgasm, he was happy.
She seemed to suck on his dick with more concentration than ever as she started to come hard, and he knew that she was trying to bring him off at the same time that she was coming. He could feel his dick starting to pulsate in her mouth, and he concentrated on shooting his load into her mouth.
He started to come when she was lost in the throes of her second orgasm which quickly followed her first.
He was quite pleased with the way she managed to down all his come, without letting any of it drip from her mouth.
As he pulled his satisfied mouth away from her pussy, he let out a moan.
"Nice work, baby, nice work. I think that for the first time, you sure showed some good cocksucking talent."
"Thanks," she said.
"Does it bother you to hear me talk like that?" he asked. For he had noticed a little tension when he talked about her cocksucking.
"No," she said. "It just sounds a little cold."
"What's cold about the word that describes what you just did? You sucked my cock and I licked and sucked your pussy. Baby, you should get used to those words. You'd feel much better, more at ease for it."
"I guess you're right," she said.
As she spoke, he started to turn around. He moved his mouth to hers and felt her starting to lick his thick moustache. He laughed a little.
As he kissed her, he climbed on top of her and ground his limp, but still large cock against her pussy mound. He could feel her moving her hand down to touch him.
Jimmy looked around the room. He noticed the small picture of Ruby on the wall, and he smiled to himself. He thought it was rather vain of Ruby to hang a picture of herself on the wall of her own room.
Soon, it wouldn't be her room anymore, however. He wondered if Liz would keep Ruby's picture hanging up once the room was hers.
No, he thought. Once he dealt with Ruby, he was going to rip it down.
There would be no sense in keeping it up there, for Liz might only start asking questions about who the black girl was. Once he dealt with her, he wanted to forget all about her.
For Jimmy had some idea of what Ruby was planning. He had suspected it for the longest time, just by her attitude toward him whenever he was around. Sometimes, he would see her laughing with Helen, or Jennifer, and as he approached to see what was so funny, she would get so tense.
There was a deep hostility behind her tension, he knew.
That was just the way Mary Mews had been before she planned to leave, Jimmy remembered. Poor, poor Mary, he thought, smiling. She had once been so beautiful, and now, even the best plastic surgeon couldn't fix her up, even if she could somehow get the money to afford the best. No, she was now a lost cause.
Jimmy suspected that Ruby was keeping money from him, and had suspected that on many occasions. Still, there was really no way to check.
However, he did have one way of checking up on her that she knew nothing about.
Her phone in her apartment with that bitch Patty was tapped, and he had everything that she said on tape.
Two nights ago he had heard her talking with Helen Harte on the phone, right after he had left Helen. He knew Helen had been upset, he didn't really give a flying fuck about that. She had screwed him out of money by falling out after taking only two customers on. She should have taken two more.
Jimmy would never forget what Ruby had told Helen about him.
"The only thing he cares about is green and comes in a wad."
He knew it was true, and he wasn't ashamed of it at all. As far as he was concerned, there was no reason to give a shit about the whores who worked for him. They were just pussies and tits, and nothing more.
As long as they kept his money coming in, he continued to pay off the police and protect them from harmful people.
One hand always washed the other, he thought.
But he hated Ruby now for a number of reasons. The first had to do with the black hooker's influence on Helen. He had a feeling that Ruby was going to start making Helen question certain things that he did.
He couldn't afford to lose two girls at the same time.
He hated the thought of even losing one.
And that, he decided, was the most important reason behind his hatred for Ruby. She was planning to leave him, and he knew that the stupid bitch was positive she was going to get away.
Jimmy had no idea who she was leaving with, although he suspected it was the thin black man who had been coming to see her for the past few months. It was rare that a client came back more than once, and Jimmy could understand it, considering the competition all over the city. Once, Forty-second street had been the place, but now, you could find hookers on Fourteenth street and Eighty-sixth street, and almost every other place you happened to walk in the city.
When the tall thin black man had come back to see Ruby a second time, Jimmy didn't think too much of it. He just suspected that his nigger whore had performed better than usual, or at least well enough to make the man want more.
But when he started to come back regularly, at least once or twice a week, Jimmy knew that he would have to have a talk with Ruby.
One night, after that particular John had left, he had pulled Ruby aside as she walked back out on the street.
"Tell me about that dude," Jimmy had commanded.
"No, Jimmy," she said. "There ain't nothin' to tell you. He likes me because I masturbate for him, that's all. Now give me my stuff."
"No, baby, not until you tell more," Jimmy said. He knew that she was dying for a down. She had called him that morning to tell him she needed more, and he had told her he would have them for her that night.
She was dependent on them now, and he liked it that way.
"There ain't no more to tell," she insisted.
"There wasn't nothing to tell before, but you told me you masturbate for him. What else? Is the asshole falling in love with you?"
"No! And anyway, what if he is?"
"Look, baby, it's bad for my business, that's all. I don't want some doting nigger coming along every night thinking he can have you."
"Why not? He fucking pays me, just like everyone else."
"Then give me my share, bitch," he said, holding out his hand. As she counted out the money, he gave her the pills and asked for an extra twenty.
After that, he had walked away. He said very little to her about the thin black man, but he knew she could see how hostile he looked a few days later when the man came back and she started to go upstairs with him.
It had been going on for a few months now.
He knew that Ruby must have been scared of him, too. After all, he had heard Ruby telling Helen about Mary Mews. He was glad that Ruby didn't know the truth for sure, even though she did suspect it.
That meant Ruby was scared of leaving, too, and when there was fear in a person, Jimmy knew, it always meant that the person was quite vulnerable. Ruby was not going to leave him unscarred, he thought, or possibly even alive.
Jimmy could feel his cock starting to swell a little as Liz continued to rub him against her pussy. He liked the way that felt, but he knew it would be better if he entered her asshole limp and then got hard.
It would be easier for her in the long run.
"Hey, Liz, you hot pussy you, why don't you roll over? I wanna rub my dick against that luscious ass of yours. How 'bout it?"
He was kissing her lips softly, running his lips over her ear and neck. He knew how hot that was making her, and when she rolled over, silently, he wasn't at all surprised. She was hypnotized by him and his big dick, just the way they all usually were.
When she was lying on her back, he started to rub his dick between her ass cheeks.
"Oh, that feels nice," she moaned.
"Do you feel the pill, too? Don't you feel nice and relaxed? Like you could do any fucking thing that you wanted in the world."
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's just the way I feel," she moaned.
As she spoke, he spit on his hand, then rubbed the thick wads of saliva over his swelling cock head. His cock head was huge now, and he knew that once it was in her asshole, the shaft would go in easily.
He started to rub his cock head over her asshole. As he began to push his way in, however, he heard her grunt and try to pull away.
"Shit, Jimmy, don't do it to me like that. I'll never be able to take you. Jesus, that fucking thing is hurting. Shit!"
He knew that she was going to scream. He had had enough hassles with the landlord of the scummy hotel, and he knew that it would be bad if she screamed. He moved his hand to her mouth and covered it.
Then he drove his cock all the way into her asshole, with one long thrust.
He could feel her clenching her teeth together, and he was glad she wasn't biting his hand. Had she been, he only would have smashed his other hand against her face until she stopped. It was the only way to deal with her.
Her asshole felt so tight at first, and he waited a few seconds so that her muscles got adjusted to the thickness of his cock.
When she started to breathe a little more steadily, he began to thrust in and out.
He moved slowly at first, until he heard her breathing heavy.
"See how easy it is," he moaned. "See how fucking easy it is to relax that asshole of yours, if you really want to do it. Anything's easy when you want to do it."
"If you have the right drug, too," she moaned.
He moved his lips to her ear and started to lick her. So she knew that the drug was responsible for her being so loose, he thought. In some ways it bothered him, but in other ways, he knew she would agree to do things under the influence of the drug.
That, basically, was all that counted when it came to dealing with Johns.
Once Liz had learned that lesson, she would be a good hooker.
He started to thrust his cock faster, and he felt her lifting her cunt up off the bed. He sensed that she was starting to move her lingers down to her pussy, but he had his fingers there before hers.
He could feel her pussy starting to spasm the minute he began finger fucking her, and when that happened, he felt her ass muscles contracting around his cock. She had to have one of the tightest asses he'd ever fucked.
"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned, burying her head in the pillow. "Shit, this is too fucking much. Too fucking much. I love it. I love you."
He loved hearing that, although he knew he couldn't say the same to her. He knew that he could never love a whore. They were too cheap.
Still, once a girl fell in love with him, she would almost always do anything that he wanted her to do.
Jimmy felt his cock starting to pulsate in her asshole. He sensed that this orgasm would be his most intense, so he continued to drive his thick, long meat. He felt her pussy spasming even tighter.
"Oh, Jimmy, fill me with that come," she started to moan. "I want you to fill me so that I'm drowning in it."
He loved the way she was talking. Dirty talk sometimes helped to excite a john, and he knew that if she continued to talk like that, whenever she fucked, she would be in and out with her Johns fast.
The less time she spent with one, the more she would be able to take on in a night.
His cock was burning with heat as he started to shoot his load into her pussy. She moaned loud and he felt her pussy juices flowing like a flood.
He continued to thrust as he ejaculated five thick loads into her cunt, and even after that point. Her asshole was lined with his come now, and it made the last few thrusts that much more enjoyable.
As he rolled off her and lay on his back, she rolled over and moved her mouth down to him spent cock. She sucked him between her lips and started to suck the rest of his come out, squeezing his balls to drain them of everything.
"Nice," Jimmy was moaning, as he thrust his cock a little.
"I'm glad you like it," she said.
"It's terrific. I was thinking that you could really make a lot of money selling it. There's a market for a girl like you."
Liz smiled at him. She had suspected all along that he was a pimp, looking for some new hookers. Now she was sure of it.
She was happy about it, too. Ever since she had arrived from Tennessee, she had been sleeping on park benches and begging for money. The little money that she got was sometimes enough to buy food with, and when it wasn't, she stole as much as she could.
She didn't mind fucking Many guys had come on to her when she slept out on park benches, and she had asked them if they were willing to pay. Those who weren't were just told to go fuck themselves, and those who were were usually serviced.
However, during the last few weeks her clothes had gotten all torn and shabby. She was so cold every night, and so hungry, too.
This would be a perfect opportunity for her, she thought. And with a pimp to help her, she wouldn't have to worry about anything bad happening to her. She wouldn't have to worry about the cops either. Pimps paid off the pigs.
"What kind of a cut do you get?" she asked him, rubbing his limp cock now.
"Thirty percent of what you turn a night. I expect you to turn at least four a night, and if you fall behind, that's it."
"And the room?" she asked him.
"This will be your room," he said. "You work out of it and live in it."
That made Liz more than happy. Usually, she knew, most hookers were just allowed to work out of rooms. "If she could live there, too, it would be nice.
"And you'll pay the rent for me?" she asked him.
"Of course," he said, and when she smiled, he was glad. The rent was so fucking cheap that he was getting away with murder. "I always pay the rent for my girls, as long as they all work out of this building."
"Fine then," Liz said. "I'm ready to start tonight."
Jimmy had to admire that kind of determination, but he knew that she couldn't start that night. He had his reasons.
"Look," he said to her, "there's another girl who uses this room right now, and I can't let you use it until she leaves."
"Where's she going?" Liz asked.
"I don't know. But she's leaving tomorrow night. She usually works until four, the latest. Why don't you come by at four. I'll see you out on the street." Liz was a little upset. She had wanted to spend the night in the room that night. She wanted a good night's sleep on a hard mattress, like the one she had been fucking him on. Still, it didn't seem like she would be able to change his mind.
Nothing could change his mind. He just knew that he couldn't let anyone else use that room until Ruby had been dealt with.
CHAPTER SIX
The next night, Ruby, Helen and Jennifer, a cheap black-haired hooker, were all standing on the street talking.
"I heard the guy you were with before," Helen said. Her hotel room was right next to Ruby's, and the walls were thin enough to hear moaning and groaning coming through. "He sounded like he must have been hot."
"What are you talking about, girl?" Ruby asked. "That was my moaning."
"Oh," Helen said. She knew now that all the moaning had been put on if it was Ruby's. It was an old whorish trick to make the John think you were loving it. "As a matter of fact, that guy's cock was so tiny and my cunt's been stretched so wide by now, that I had a hard time keeping him in. I'm surprised he could come."
"They'll surprise you all the time," Jennifer said. "I had this asshole come in my hand the second I touched him. We had already settled on payment for a fuck, which was the way things were supposed to go, know what I mean?"
"Sure," Helen said. "Always settle price before you start."
"Right. This guy wanted to get fucked, right? .o the fucking asshole comes in my hand and then claims he only owes me for a hand job."
"Fucking asshole," Ruby said, looking around the streets warily.
"That's what I said to him. I said, 'Look, scum bubble, I could have gotten a full fee from someone else-for a fuck. Is it my fault if you can't hold back from coming?' Well, he seemed pretty pissed."
"Yeah, so what happened?"
"He paid me ten for the hand job, but I followed him as soon as I got down. Lucky enough for me that Jimmy was there. He saw that I was pissed, pulled me aside, and then I told him what was happening. He followed the john, then came to me with some money a few minutes later. I wonder where the poor bastard is."
"Probably in some alley with a bloody crotch," Helen said.
As she spoke, Helen noticed that Ruby was more fidgety than usual this night. During the past few nights, she had talked with Ruby more and more about leaving. Ruby had told her exactly why she wanted to leave, and Helen could understand it all. In some ways, Ruby's reasons put a desire to leave inside of her, too.
"It ain't gonna be easy, no matter how cool I try to be," Ruby had said, more than once. "Jimmy could do any fucking thing that he wants to me. He could even kill me."
"The cops would get him," Helen had said.
"Bullshit, baby. The cops could get us, too, only he pays them off. Do you think they'd bother booking him if one of us was killed? It would only be one more of us off the streets for the pigs, and nothing else."
"But ..."
"Look, Mary Mews was going to go to the cops, but she knew it would be stupid. She'd have to confess to what she'd been doing, and that would be as good as slitting her own throat, know what I mean?"
That had been the end of that conversation. However, this night, Ruby seemed to be worse off than ever. Helen wanted to know what was up, desperately, but she knew that she couldn't talk to Ruby about it while Jennifer was there.
That was why Helen was happy when a John approached Jennifer and picked her up.
"I hope this one can keep from coming until he's in my cunt," Jennifer said to the two hookers before walking off with the man.
As they stood under a movie marquee, Ruby pulled out a joint and lit it. Her hands were shaking a little bit as she toked and handed the joint to Helen.
"Do you wanna talk about it, Ruby baby?" Helen asked.
"Nothing to talk about. After tonight, I'm leaving. I've decided. This asshole who's supposed to help me keeps stalling, and I don't got no time to wait. I have a feeling that Jimmy already knows I'm goin', and he's been scarin' livin' shit out of me for the past few days."
"How?"
"Just the way he looks at me. He has an icy stare. I know that he's thinkin' bad things about me when he looks at me. He gave me some pills today and smashed the packet into my hand. There was hatred behind it."
Helen had thought a lot about Jimmy. She had seen his violence streak, but as far as she was concerned, if he only suspected something and didn't know for sure, chances were he'd make no move to attack.
"How are you going to do it?" Helen asked.
"After my last customer, which is the next one," Ruby said, "I'm just gonna leave and never come back. I ain't gonna do somethin' dumb like Mary Mews did. She packed the shit she had here, and that was how Jimmy knew she was splittin' for sure. I'm leavin' my crap, so remember, you're welcome to whatever you want when I go."
Helen smiled at her and touched her hand. She hoped that Ruby would get away okay. She liked the black girl a great deal.
A few minutes later, a tall blond man approached Helen and took her to her room. Ruby lit another joint and opened one more button to show off more tit. If that was the way to bring the men to her, she thought, then I'll do it. Just let me get one more fucking man and then split.
He was happy when a white man with black hair approached her.
"What would you like?" she asked.
"You, baby. I just love chocolate tits, and you look like you've got yourself some huge pair of tits. I love black chicks."
"And what do you love black chicks to do?" she asked.
"Dominate me," he said.
When he said that, she smiled so wide. It had been a long time since a man had come and requested that she dominate him. The last time it had happened, she had loved it. She couldn't think of a more fitting way to fuck for a last time as a New York hooker.
"Come on then," she said. "It's twenty a fuck, if I make you come more than once, it's another twenty, got it?"
Ruby figured that even if she ended up jerking him off, it was worth it to make him pay twenty because of all the extras she was going to throw in. When he agreed, she turned and started to walk up the rickety flight of stairs.
As she passed Helen's room, she heard the blonde hooker moaning. Ruby knew a phony moan when she heard one, and she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.
She opened the door to her room and pushed the man inside. He fell to his knees, and as she slammed the door, she lifted her foot up and placed her high boot on his shoulder, moving the toe part right next to his mouth.
"Now, white man, you can begin by licking my boot clean. I see a few spots over there. I don't know what it is. Could be mud, could be dog shit. I don't really give a flying fuck. Just lick it."
She saw the way the man was trembling, and she pulled his black hair. As she did, his coat fell open. She could see that he had already pulled his hard-on out of his pants, and he was playing with himself.
She pulled his hand away from his cock and looked at it.
"Nice dick. But don't you lay a fucking hand on it until I tell you, got it? If you lay another hand on it, I'll whip your fucking ass."
She pushed his head down toward her boot, and was quite happy when he stuck his tongue out and started to lick it. She saw him licking away all the dirt, and she could feel her pussy spasming lightly.
She loved to have control over a man like this.
He licked her boot all over, and she was getting so lost in it that she didn't even see him moving his hand to his cock again.
However, when he started to moan rather loud, sounding like he was almost on the point of orgasm, she looked down at his cock.
She pulled her boot off his shoulder, then smashed her hand across his face.
"I told you not to touch yourself, you white asshole," she said. She was walking toward her small, half-empty closet. The whip was lying on the floor, right where she had thrown it after the last time. "Now you're going to get the punishment that I promised you. One that you won't forget."
His cock pulsed when she said that, and she knew he loved the idea of it.
"Now stand up and strip off all your clothing, got it?" she asked, and she lashed the whip out at his groin, missing his hard cock by inches.
The white John stood up; and as he did, she opened her coat. She opened the top few buttons of her dress, then let it slide down to the floor. She stood in front of him in only her panties and bra.
When he was completely naked, she commanded him to lie face forward on the bed. She looked at his two rounded ass cheeks, and the thin line of black hair in his ass crack. She aimed the whip for those black hairs as she lashed it out at him the first time. She hit him hard enough to leave a red line on his buttock.
As she started to whip him more and more, she noticed that he was moving his hand back down to his cock and attempting to jerk off once again.
He was doing it, obviously, because he was getting off on the punishment. He was being punished for jerking off, and as long as he continued to do so, the punishment would continue as well.
When Ruby saw his buttocks starting to flex, she commanded him to roll over. She saw a few drops of come at the tip of his hard cock, and she whipped his hand so hard that he had to pull it away.
She was glad that she hadn't hit his cock that time, however, for there was so much force behind the whip that she sliced his hand.
Still, he didn't seem to mind at all.
Ruby started to think. She knew that humiliation was part of domination. This man loved to be whipped, so he loved to be humiliated. She decided that she was going to humiliate him more than he had ever dreamed possible.
She bent down and lifted up her dress. Then she threw it over to him.
"Put that on baby, and show me how you look in a dress."
His jaw fell open. His eyes bulged with fright and shame.
"Hey, just what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked. "I ain't no fag who likes to dress in drag."
"I didn't think you were," she said, whipping his right nipple. "But that don't change things at all. I want to see how you look in my dress. Now put the fucking thing on right now, do you understand?"
Her voice was so cold and commanding, that he did as she said.
He stood up and then slid the dress over his head. He slid his arms into the sleeves and then pulled it down.
Ruby loved the way his hard-on stuck out in the front. She moved her hand there and started to squeeze his cock head.
"Get down on your fucking knees now, woman, and lick my pussy," Ruby commanded.
When the man made no attempt to get on his knees, she placed her large hands on his shoulders and forced him down so hard that she was sure he'd hurt his knee caps. But she didn't give a shit. This was all part of something that he wanted.
She pulled her panties down below her pussy lips, then grabbed his hair and pulled his head right over to her cunt. At first, he didn't make any kind of attempt to lick her, but she just held him there. She could hear him gagging as she thrust her cunt back and forth against his mouth.
He was breathing and tasting nothing but her pussy, and she knew that after a few seconds he was going to stick his tongue out.
It took a longer time than she had imagined for him to start licking her, and in the interim before he did, she whipped his back a few times and commanded him to start.
When he did, she told him that she wanted him to lick her deeper and harder, and that gave her the opportunity to whip him a few more times.
Meanwhile, she was keeping her eye on the bulge under her dress. He had his hands by his side, and she wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to try and touch himself. On occasion, he made a move to stroke his cock, and when he did, she whipped his hand.
She could feel her pussy starting to spasm hard, and when she began to come, she saw the way her cunt juices dripped all over his chin. She wanted to laugh, but decided not to for he might lose his hard-on.
She waited until he licked her dry and then pulled her pussy away.
"I want to fuck you," the man said to her, licking his lips.
"What the hell did you say?" Ruby asked.
She was getting off on this thing more than she had in a long time.
"I said that I want to fuck that pussy of yours. Let me fuck you."
"Jesus Christ, who the fuck do you think you are using that disgusting language with me?" she screamed. "Just who the fuck do you think you are?"
She started to whip him across the chest, and even though the front of her dress was covering his chest, she was lashing him hard enough so that it really hurt him underneath. She could tell by the look on his face.
"Perhaps I want to fuck you," she said to him.
"I don't know what you mean," he said.
She shoved him back on the bed, then rolled on over on his stomach.
She pulled the dress up in the back and ran the whip handle over his asshole.
"Well, you're dressed like a girl now, only you still don't got any cunt for me to fuck," Ruby said. "The only thing I can think of doing is fucking that asshole of yours. It's the closest thing to a cunt."
With those words, she spread his ass cheeks wide and then rammed the whip handle into his asshole. She saw the way he buried his head in the pillow to muffle his screams. Still, she knew he was getting off on it, for the handle had not been in his ass more than a minute when he started to thrust his ass up and down off the bed.
She rolled him over so that his ass was hanging off the bed. That way, she could still maneuver the whip in his asshole.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby," she said to him. "I'm gonna ride that dick of yours and bring you off better than anyone else ever has."
She spread her legs and climbed onto his cock. She could feel him pulsating hard as she moved her wet pussy all the way down his shaft. He moved one hand to her tits and started to pull the bra below them.
Then he started to finger her nipples and lick his lips at the same time.
"Oh, what a nice tight cunt," he moaned, and as he did, she twisted the handle in his asshole a little. His cock throbbed more.
"Yeah," she said, talking about his asshole. "You got a nice, tight cunt."
He looked so humiliated when she said that, but she knew it had worked for her. For the minute she said it, he started to shoot his come right into her pussy. She could feel his cock pulsating so hard that it was actually stretching her stretched out whore's pussy, and that was one indication of the intensity of his orgasm.
She started to moan as he filled her, for she could feel herself coming again. Her cunt cream dripped down the length of his shooting cock, and when he started to go limp she pulled the whip handle out of his asshole.
Then she fell forward on top of him and kissed him on the lips. As she did, she felt his cock fall out of her pussy. She moved her hand down to it and squeezed it.
"Nice dick," she said. "Are you thinking of trying for two?"
If he wasn't, she told herself, she was going to get him dressed and out. If he was, then she could afford to spend some more time with him; waiting for him to get it up again. When he moaned and told her he would, she was happy.
She started to slide down his legs, then fell to her knees between them. She moved her thick black lips to his cock and started sucking him.
As she did, she thought about Jimmy and the way he had always praised her thick lips, especially when she was sucking him.
She knew for a fact that he had let her suck him more than most of the other girls, just from talking with them. Jimmy always used his cock to appease his girls. Maybe, she thought, that's one of the reasons why I want to go. She was so used to his cock that it was nothing special to her anymore.
When she was pissed at him and he pulled out his dick to fuck her and calm her down, it just didn't work like it used to.
As she sucked on the white man's cock, she could feel it starting to stiffen in her mouth. She pulled on his balls a little, then heard him starting to moan steadily. She could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth soon.
As it did, she tried to pull her head away.
However, the man was holding her head down there by this time, and he was starting to fuck her face hard and fast. She knew that he wanted to come, and the only thing she thought about was the money.
If she could get him into her cunt again, she could charge him an extra ten. However, if he came in her mouth, she would be losing ten.
She had no choice, she discovered, for when she started to hit his chest with her fists, it only made him more persistent. He had strong hands, and he had such a tight grip on her head that there was no way she could pull her mouth up.
When Ruby felt him starting to come, she savored the come on her tongue.
It was the first time she had done something like that in the longest time, but she was doing it for a reason.
He was her last john, she had decided. This was it as far as her New York profession went. After she left, she was going back to Patty's, packing her shit, then taking a cab to the airport. She hadn't made a reservation, but she was planning to take the next plane to California.
Ruby had no idea what she would do there. However, her sister was still there and she figured she could stay with her sister for a short time. She had even contemplated going back to whoring, out on the Coast.
However, she had decided that it was going to be her last alternative. She was first going to make up a phony resume and then try and get some kind of normal job.
So this mouthful of come meant a lot to her.
She squeezed his balls and sucked him dry. When he was finished, she lifted her head up and looked at the pleased expression on his face.
"Wow," he said, "I've been with whores before, but I've never been with one who went into it with as much enthusiasm as you did."
"We try to please," she said. "Anyway, I have a special reason for attacking you like that, but you don't want to hear it."
"I'd like to," he said.
She was thinking about telling him that it was her last time, but she decided that she'd better not. Chances were, Jimmy had seen them going up together, and if Jimmy was waiting downstairs when the John left, he might decide to question the man.
"It's my lover's birthday," she said, telling him the first thing that popped into her head. "You're my last for the night, and now I know that I can go home and make mad passionate love to the person I really dig."
"It seemed pretty passionate just now," he said.
"Oh, baby, it was. You brought out a lot in me," Ruby said.
As she spoke, the man sat up and started to pull her dress off. She saw how much trouble he was having, but made no attempt to help her.
He started to put on his own clothes, and as he did, he reached into his wallet and pulled out some bills.
He gave her sixty dollars. Ruby was about to tell him that he had given her too much, but she decided it was better to keep her mouth closed. She adjusted her bra and then stuffed the money in one cup.
As he stood near the door, he turned to say one last thing.
"You're the first girl who ever did something like this to me. I did like it. I hope I see you around more. Do you usually hang out here?"
"Yeah," she said, "usually. But I don't think you'll see me hanging around too much longer, if you want to know the truth. I'd look for someone else to do what you want. We can all do it. See you around."
The man closed the door behind him as he left.
As soon as he did, Ruby reached into her bra and pulled out ten dollars. She knew that was Jimmy's cut, and she wanted to have it out so he couldn't see the stack of bills she had on her.
She looked around the room. The bed was a mess, but she decided to leave it the way it was. There was no sense in making it, especially when she wasn't ever planning to use it again. No sense at all.
She bent down and started to pull on her dress. However, as she did, she noticed that it was ripped in a few places, particularly under the arms. The man had obviously been too broad shouldered to fit into the dress without ripping it.
"Fucking shit," she said, throwing it back on the floor.
She walked over to the closet and opened it. As she looked through the few dresses hanging there, she couldn't decide which one she wanted more. They all looked so nice, as most of her whoring clothes were.
Ruby suddenly had an idea. She pulled down three of her favorite dresses and started to put them on, one on top of the other. She put on her sheerest dress first, the one that showed her naked shoulders. Then she put another one on over it, then the third.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked kind of bulky. Still, she was sure that it wouldn't be noticeable at all, and when she put her coat on over the dresses, she was even more pleased.
You couldn't tell a thing, she decided.
She walked to the door of her room, but right before she opened it, she looked back at the room and the bed.
She thought about all those men she had fucked on the bed, much more than she wished to remember. She had been in practically every position imaginable on that bed. She had been tied to the bed at least ten times in her few years.
More than two thousand men had come on that bed, because of the things that she had done. Since the bed was unmade, she could see how filthy and stained with come the sheets were then. It disgusted her.
"Well, room," she said, smiling so that her big white teeth sparkled, "you and I are goin' our separate ways. I'm movin' on, and you're gonna still be here. I imagine that some other hooker will move in here, so you won't be lonely too long. You'll start smellin' of sweat and come again, soon. So don't you worry, room. Jimmy'll make sure that you ain't alone too long."
She placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the door.
As it opened, she gasped. Jimmy was leaning against the frame of the door, and he had an evil look on his face.
"I was waiting for you to come down," he said to her. "You were taking one hell of a long time though, baby, so I thought I'd come up."
"Yeah, well, here's your money," she said, slipping the ten into his hand. "But I'm finished for the night though, and I'm in a rush. I have a date."
She tried to push past him, but he suddenly moved his hand to her stomach and pushed her back into the room. Then he stepped in and slammed the door behind him.
"We've gotta talk, Ruby," he said, "so you ain't goin' nowhere."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ruby tried not to tremble too much as he moved closer to her. She thought that if she just acted calm, he would never suspect anything.
"What do you want to talk about, Jimmy baby?" she asked, moving her hand to his cock bulge when he was close enough.
He slapped her hand away and smashed her across the face.
"Don't go playin' those games with me, nigger girl. You know very well what the fuck I want to talk to you about. I heard you sayin' goodbye to the room. Plannin' on goin' somewhere for a while, nigger?"
"No," she said, shaking her head for emphasis. "I was just bidding my goodnight to the room because I'm finished for the day. And I finished good, too. Took on five tonight, Jimmy baby. Ain't that grand?"
"Yeah, real grand. Like a fucking piano."
"But I know you love when I bring in a lot of money," she said.
"That's right. But I love when all the others bring in a lot of money, too. What I don't like is when you start telling all the other girls that the only thing I'm concerned about is money. And I've heard you've been spreadin' rumors about Mary Mews."
Ruby's lower lip was trembling, and she bit it so that he wouldn't see how scared she was. She felt so scared that she didn't even think that she had been betrayed right away. It took a few minutes for her to start wondering where he might have heard all that, and the answer was quite simple. She had only talked with one person about it.
Helen Harte!
She suddenly hated Helen. She wanted to kill that white bitch for opening her mouth.
"Are you goin' to deny that you've been spreadin' rumors?" Jimmy asked her.
"The truth ain't no rumor," she said.
Jimmy slapped her across the face again and again. She could feel all the energy draining from her body, and she clung to her bag.
She had something in there that would help her. She had her knife.
But in the meantime, she was watching everything that Jimmy did. He still had one hand in his pocket, and she suspected that he had some more acid. She wouldn't have been surprised if he threw it in her face, having heard about Mary.
But since she suspected it, she told herself, she was ready for it.
"You fucking nigger whore," he said to her. "That's a fucking lie about Mary. Now where the fuck did you think you're going?"
"Nowhere," she said again.
He ripped at the front of her dress and saw another layer underneath.
"Then why the fuck are you wearing more than one dress? Come on, nigger girl, why don't you try to be brave and confess that you're planning to leave? Why not?"
"Because ..."
"I'd probably think more of you if you told me the truth, rather than some piece of bullshit. Maybe I might even let you go."
Jimmy was tricky, she knew. But he had the power over her, and she decided to play along with his game.
"All right then," she said to him. "I was planning on leaving. I've had enough shit here to last me my whole life. I'm going out West."
"See," he said. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Still, now that you have told me the truth, you don't think I'm gonna let you go, do you? No hooker ever walks out on me baby. You knew that all along, didn't you?"
"What are you going to do?"
"How'd you like to join your friend Mary Mews when it comes to looking ugly?" he asked, and then she saw him pull out the small glass bottle.
He pulled the cap off, but she was working even faster. She pulled the knife out of her bag. As he threw the acid at her, she rolled out of the way. It landed all over the bed, and she could hear the sizzling sound as it performed its burning work.
As she rolled off the bed, she held her knife and aimed for his arm. She slashed him in the arm and he dropped the acid bottle on the floor.
She was not prepared for what happened next.
Although she had wounded him in one arm, he still had his stronger arm to work with. While she was close to him he smashed his fist into her stomach. She doubled over in pain but held onto the knife as tightly as she could.
For she knew that was what he wanted.
He smashed his fist on her back, then started to try and pull the knife from her two clenched hands. He only had one good hand to work with, for the other arm was just too pained from the stabbing.
Jimmy was very strong, however, and he soon had the knife turned toward her belly. She knew what he was trying to do. She tried to push the knife away from her stomach, but he was much stronger than she was.
After the first penetrating jab, she lost the rest of her energy.
After that, it was easy for him to control the knife and slash her in the stomach a few more times. The blood dripped to the floor slowly.
As she fell forward, Jimmy was positive she was dead. In some ways, he was glad that she was still holding the knife in both hands. It would look like a suicide, he decided. He could even tell the cops that he had tried to stop her and she had slashed him. That would explain the wound on his arm.
He ran out of the room and down the stairs to get the cops.
Ruby was still alive, however, even if she was hanging on by a thread. She pulled the knife out of her belly and held one hand there to try and stop the bleeding.
As she did, she started to crawl out of her room. She knew just where she was going.
When she got to Helen Harte's room, she turned the doorknob. She was glad that Helen hadn't locked the door.
She crawled into the room and saw some man humping his ass up and down on top of Helen. She had her eyes closed.
Ruby gasped, and blood started to pour out of her mouth. It wasn't until then that Helen opened her eyes and saw the wounded black girl. When she saw all the blood pouring out of her mouth, she started to scream.
The black-haired man who was fucking her got up fast. He took one look at the black hooker and went limp. He grabbed his clothes and started to run toward the door. He didn't want to get involved.
"Ruby," Helen screamed, and she was about to move closer to help her friend when she saw the evil look on Ruby's face. There was a great deal of hatred coming from the black woman. "What happened to you?"
"As if you didn't know," Ruby said. "You told him all those things that I told you. You told him I was gonna leave, and you told him about Mary Mews and the things that I said. You bitch."
Helen wanted to hold Ruby so much, but the black girl was still holding a knife in her hand. It was quite threatening.
"I didn't tell him anything," Helen said. "I swear to you that I didn't."
"But he knew I was going to leave," Ruby said to her. "You're the only one who knew about it, too. You had to tell him."
"I swear to you that I didn't," Helen said.
"Don't you; he to a woman on her fucking death bed," Ruby screamed.
The bleeding black woman was on her knees, lashing her knife around in the air. When she started screaming at Helen, she lunged forward, attempting to stab her. Helen moved out of the way as Ruby fell, face forward, on the bed.
She didn't get up once she fell.
Helen sat on one edge of the bed, and she moved her hand over to touch Ruby's body. When the black woman didn't move, Helen knew that she was dead. She started to cry just then, uncontrollably. She could see blood dripping on the floor.
Two seconds later, Jimmy ran into the room.
"Shit, what the fuck is she doing in here?" Jimmy asked. "Did you know that this fucking bitch tried to kill herself?"
"She didn't try," Helen said. "She succeeded. She's dead."
Helen was getting ready to tell Jimmy that she knew Ruby hadn't tried anyway. She was going to tell Jimmy that she knew he had stabbed her.
"The cops are coming up here," Jimmy said. "I just went to get them. Now I don't want you to open your fucking mouth at all, got it?"
Helen tried to say something, but she was too startled to talk. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Jimmy seemed pissed at her. He walked over closer and grabbed her by her short blonde hair, pulling hard.
"Did you hear what I said to you, bitch?" he asked her. "Not one fucking word from that mouth of yours, got it?"
Helen shook her head yes.
When the cops came, Jimmy answered all their questions. He said that the black girl had been a friend of his, down on her luck. The cops all knew better, but they went along with his story. As long as he continued to pay them off (and he would have to pay them extra for this one) they really didn't give a shit.
They came to take her body, and Helen watched the way they just slung her onto the stretcher, without any regard to the fact that this had once been a human being. They seemed to be treating her like a piece of shit.
Two of the cops stayed around after the body had been carried out.
"I thought you said that she was in the other room," one cop said to Jimmy.
"She was. She must have crawled in here."
"Did she say anything to you?" the cop asked Helen. "Did she say anything before she died? It could be important."
Helen knew that she could tell the cops that Ruby had said Jimmy stabbed her, but as she looked in his eyes, all she saw were icy daggers. She knew that the cops would never take Jimmy in, and after they left, he would deal with her.
"No," Helen said to him, "she had nothing to say. Maybe she was crawling in here because she regretted what she did and wanted help. But she was long past help by the time she made it here. She was a breath away from death."
"Well, I guess there's nothing else then," the cop said to his buddy. "Just another hooker deciding on a final way out."
The two cops walked out the door and slammed it behind them. Helen had been sitting in the bed, with the covers up to her tits, since she had been naked the whole time. When the cops left, Jimmy walked over to the bed and pulled the covers down. He moved his hand to her tit and cupped it.
"You did real nice, Helen," he said to her. "Real nice."
"Thank you," she said to him, the hatred dripping from her words.
"Hey, don't take that attitude with me," he said to her, pinching her nipple. "You did so nice that I think I'm gonna reward you with something."
He was rubbing his cock bulge, and she knew he was planning to fuck her. The thought repulsed her. She couldn't believe that Jimmy could still think of fucking less than a half an hour after he had committed a murder.
As he pulled his cock out of his pants and rubbed it against her lips, she clenched her teeth shut. He slapped her across the nose with his hard-on, and she gasped.
As soon as she did, he rammed his cock between her lips.
He rammed it all the way in the back of her throat and held onto her head, tightly, so that she couldn't pull back.
"Now I want to tell you something, Helen, and I hope that you're listening to me," he said, grinding his cock around to make it harder on her.
She gagged a little. It was the only thing she could do to answer.
"I could kill you right now, just by keeping my cock there and letting you choke on it. But I do like you, Helen. You got a good mouth, nice tits, and as far as I could tell from the last time, your pussy's still tight. You bring in some good money. Now you don't want to die, do you?"
She shook her head no as she looked up at him. She was choking on his cock now, and tears were streaming out of her eyes.
"I didn't think so," he said, wiping a tear away. "And that's why you and I are just going to continue like nothing happened. I know that a lot of the girls are going to want to know a little more about what happened, and when they hear that Ruby died in your room, they'll ask you about it."
He pulled his cock back a little bit, but kept as tight a grip on her head as he had before. He was allowing her to breathe, at least.
"Now I expect that you're gonna keep that fucking trap of yours shut, and not start spreading rumors like Ruby was spreading rumors. About Mary Mews."
Helen's eyes opened wide. She still wanted to know how the fuck he had found out. For she was feeling so guilty. She knew that she had never said anything to Jimmy about it, but Ruby had died believing that she had.
Helen prayed that there was a heaven and that Ruby was up there watching, especially after Jimmy spoke again.
"Now Ruby never knew how I knew all that shit about her. The little nigger just never thought that I'd keep her phone bugged. When she moved uptown I had a feeling I'd have to do something like that. I heard your call with her a few nights ago after I left you. Remember that call?"
Jimmy was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth slowly now, as he spoke, and she could feel him starting to pulsate a bit.
There was no evidence that he was going to come, since the pulsations were only minor. Still, Helen sucked on him hard. She wanted to get this over with.
"Now just remember everything that I told you," Jimmy said, holding her face and starting to thrust faster. "Just remember it. Because, if I discover anymore rumors floating around, you'll be held responsible for them. You'll have to pay in some way, just like Helen did."
She could feel his cock stretching her mouth now. He seemed to be pulsing harder, and she knew he was thinking about Ruby and how he had killed her. If he was getting off on that, she thought, then there was definitely something wrong.
It meant that he got off on that kind of pain. She thought that was sick.
As Jimmy felt his cock starting to pulsate in her mouth, he thrust harder and harder. He rammed his way deep in her throat as he started to come, and he could feel her tongue working all over his dick as he ejaculated into her mouth.
At the same time, he moved his hands down to her tits and began to pinch her ripe, red nipple. At times, she liked the way it felt. At other times, however, he was being a little too rough and her nipples were throbbing with pain.
When she had drained his cock dry, he pulled out of her mouth and climbed on the bed next to her. He spread her legs and started to finger her pussy.
She felt guilty when he started to turn her on. Her friend had just been killed by this man, and she was allowing him to turn her on. She wanted him to stop, but she was getting lost in her passions, and there was no turning back.
When her pussy started to spasm, he slipped his limp, but still fuckable cock into her pussy and started to thrust back and forth.
She could feel his dick rubbing over her clit and turning her on. After only a few seconds, his cock started to get hard in her cunt. As it did, the clit contact was even better. She wrapped her legs around his ass.
She loved the way he fucked her, there was still no denying it.
Helen had her eyes closed through most of the fuck. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning steadily.
As she felt him starting to pulsate in her pussy, however, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was staring at her coldly.
And suddenly, she felt very cold toward him. He was just fucking her to appease her once again, and as far as she was concerned, the thrill was gone. Her pussy spasms stopped, but he hardly even noticed because he was on the verge of coming.
She felt him starting to shoot his come deep in her pussy, and she moaned a great deal, just to make him think he had really turned her on.
Jimmy stayed inside of her for a few minutes after coming, then pulled out and started to shove his cock back in his pants.
"I expect you to get back on the street now," he said to her.
"Of course you do," Helen said, sitting up and reaching for a towel so she could wipe the fucking sweat off her body.
"Damn right. Don't think that this is some kind of vacation because of what happened. No, you can be damn sure that it isn't. As a matter of fact, I have to look for another girl now to take Ruby's place."
"Of course," Helen said. "Unless you expect us all to double up."
"Very funny," Jimmy said to her. "Very funny. Now just shake your fucking tail and get back outside. It's a busy night."
"Right," she said to him.
Helen was glad when he walked out the door and slammed it behind him. As soon as he was gone, she opened her dresser drawer and pulled out her downs. She took three and had a glass of water.
She sat on her bed and waited for the tension to subside. As she sat there, she looked at the blood and tried not to get sick.
She pulled off the bloody sheets and put on new ones. She laughed as she thought about how a john would react if they fucked on fresh blood. She was sure that most normal men wouldn't even be able to get it up if they saw the blood.
Jimmy, she decided, was not a normal man. He was a fucking pimp.
Helen selected a different dress to wear back down, and a few minutes later, she was ready to make her appearance on the street. As she walked toward her door, she heard voices in the hall. She recognized Jimmy's.
"See, I told you the room would be ready for you tonight," he said. "There are even a few things inside the closet if you want to try them on. The last girl that was here left quite suddenly. You'll take her place okay."
"Terrific," a female voice said. "Hey, are you busy now?"
"Sure am. Look, maybe we can get together another time. Right now, get dressed and then get out on the streets. Start working."
Helen couldn't believe it. It seemed that Jimmy had already found another girl to take Ruby's place, and he was already playing that game where he was promising the girl his cock for good work. She hated him even more...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Helen knew that one of the reasons why she was so hostile toward Liz, the new girl who moved into Ruby's room, was because it had all happened to fast. She had thought of the fact that Liz had no idea about Ruby and what had happened to her. Liz was only some young girl who needed some work and wanted to whore. Jimmy had obviously just picked her up and set her up in Ruby's room.
Still, the hatred was there.
The night of Ruby's death, Helen had gone back down to work the streets. She had seen Jimmy standing across Forty-second street, glaring at her. She felt chills throughout her entire body, but tried to act calm.
When Liz had come downstairs, Jimmy had taken her hand and had led her over to introduce her to Helen.
Helen had taken Liz's hand and she had shaken it, however, she had been quite cold the whole time.
"Helen can tell you a little bit about the street," Jimmy had said.
After he had walked away, Helen had stood there, stone-faced.
"So tell me something," Liz had said to her. "Some quick tips."
"Get out before you get in too far," Helen had said. "I think that's the best bit of advice I can give you. Get the fuck out before you sink in this shit."
Liz had looked at her, rather angry.
"Look, I want the fucking money that you can make by doing this. You're just a fucking jealous whore. You don't like competition. '
"There is no competition when you work for a pimp, don't you know that?" Helen asked. "The only one who makes the money is the pimp."
Helen had been happy when a john came along who seemed to be interested in her. It gave her the chance to forget about Liz and turn her attention toward a man.
She walked off with him and let him fuck her into a frenzy. She purposely let herself get lost in the thrusting of his dick, more than usual. She was trying to forget all about what had happened that night.
She worked through most of the night, picking up three more men after that one. When Jimmy came to her room later to get his cut, he had been rather curt.
"You did well tonight. I think you and Liz will get along, too."
"I'm so happy you think so," she had said, sarcastically.-
Then, Jimmy had gotten mad.
"Look, Helen, you fucking cunt. I don't want you to take this attitude with me anymore, do you fucking understand me? Do you? Because the next time you're a sarcastic bitch, maybe I might decide to break a couple of your teeth. How would you like that?"
She hadn't said anything. Instead, she had just looked down at the floor. There was a huge blood stain on the carpet, and she knew that everytime she saw it, she was going to think about Ruby.
The next afternoon, Liz had knocked on her door. Helen had answered, opening the door with the chain lock on it.
"Do you think we could talk?" Liz asked her. "I figure that since we don't work in the afternoons, there's really nothing better to do than talk."
"But you're wrong," Helen said to her. "There is something better."
"What?" Liz asked.
"You can sleep, and that's just what I'm gonna fucking do."
And she literally slammed the door in the redhead's face. A few minutes later, as she lay in bed, she felt like shit for what she had done.
Still, she made no effort to apologize to Liz, feeling that she didn't owe this new girl any fucking explanation for anything that she did.
Helen stayed by herself for the next few days after Ruby's death. On occasion, when she was hustling the streets, one of her friends would stop and ask her if she knew anything about what had happened.
"I heard that she died in your room," Jennifer said to Helen.
"You heard right," Helen said.
"Well, what happened? Jimmy said that she committed suicide, but we all know how much Jimmy would lie to save himself, don't we?"
"We sure do," Helen said. "But, if that's what Jimmy said, that's what happened."
She started to feel so guilty about having to live by his lie.
One afternoon, she was lying in bed thinking about getting out herself. She had been working for Jimmy almost a year now, and as far as she was concerned, that was about all she could take. She thought of it in specific terms.
Once she left Jimmy? she would be free!
Freedom! The word sounded so nice. Right now, she felt like a mouse trapped in a cage, but if she could be free, she thought, it would be wonderful. The thought of it made her pussy spasm a little.
Helen moved her hand down to her cunt and touched herself.
She hadn't gotten this wet since Ruby's death. The more she touched herself, the wetter she got, until she was moving her fingers in and out of her pussy fast. As she started to come, there was a knock on the door.
"Helen, please let me in," she heard Liz saying.
"Go away. I'm busy," Helen said, between passionate moans. "I don't have time to see you right now. Get out."
Helen's pussy was dripping all over her clit-tickling fingers, and she could feel her nipples stiffening.
She started to get pissed when Liz got more and more persistent. She wouldn't stop knocking on the door. Helen waited for her orgasm to subside (and it happened rather fast because of Liz's interruption), then got off the bed and went to the door.
She was stark naked, but that didn't stop her from opening the door.
"What the fuck is it?" she asked Liz, and she could see that the redhead was a little shocked to see her completely naked.
"I want to talk to you. Let me come in."
Helen moved out of the way and waved her hand, allowing Liz to enter. Liz walked over to the bed and sat down. As she did, she looked at the blood stain on the carpet.
"I hear that this blood is from the girl who stained my carpet, too," Liz said.
"Where have you been hearing things?"
"From the other girls," Liz told her. "Some of them think that Jimmy was the one who killed the girl. Tell me what you think."
"I don't think anything," Helen said. "I know things so I don't have to waste my time thinking about them. But I'm not saying anything.'"
"Please, I have to know," Liz said.
Suddenly Helen got so pissed. All the hatred she had for Liz because of the way Liz took over for Ruby were part of it, but even more, the fact that Liz had interrupted her in the middle of what would have been her best tension-releasing orgasm in some time, all that hatred started to bubble forth.
"Look, bitch, I don't think that you have to know anything. The first day you started working here, I gave you a little piece of advice. I told you to get your fucking ass out before you got it in. You didn't listen to me. Anything that bothers now is your fucking problem, and I don't have to feel guilty about my not telling you anything."
"Jimmy did do it then," Liz said.
"I never said that," Helen said to the girl, and she walked over to the bed, hopped over Liz, then sat in the corner. She had her knees pulled up to her head, and Liz couldn't help but see every fold of her wet pussy.
She understood now that Helen must have been wet from before, and was slowly beginning to realize that she might have interrupted Helen in mid-orgasm. She began to attribute that as the reason why Helen was acting like such a cunt.
Liz moved her fingers over to Helen's blonde-haired pussy patch and stroked her hair. She let her palm rest on Helen's pussy lips.
"Look," she said, calmly and sweetly, "you don't have to say anything to make me realize it's true. I can tell by the way you're acting."
"How the fuck can you tell?" Helen said.
"I was told my whole life that I was a good judge of people. I can read them. Maybe I can, maybe I can't. But I can tell when I'm being had fast, and I can tell when there's a scared girl in the room next to me."
The more she rubbed her palm against Helen's pussy lips, the more Helen's pussy starred to respond. Liz was licking her lips as well, and things like that had always excited the blonde hooker.
"Can you understand?" Helen asked Liz.
Suddenly, Liz moved her mouth to Helen's and kissed her on the lips, hard. She pressed her tongue into Helen's mouth, and the blonde started to suck on it. At the same time, she could feel Liz beginning to move her fingers into her cunt.
Helen started to moan the second Liz's fingers touched her clit and began to massage it gently. She could feel her little love button throbbing inside of her body and sending out waves of passion through every nerve.
As Liz pulled back from the kiss and started to lick her way down Helen's neck, Helen started to moan.
"Oh, Liz," she said. "I'm sorry I was such a shit."
"Forget it, baby. Save it for later," Liz said. "The only thing I want to hear from you are heavy moans and groans. And remember, I'll know if they're phony or not because I've heard you fake them so many times through the wall."
Helen was going to laugh, but just then, Liz took her red nipple between her long fingers and started to play with it. She pinched it gently, and as it started to stiffen, she pinched it a little harder.
When it was fully hard, Helen could feel the pleasure from it.
Liz moved her mouth down to the stiff nipple and began sucking on it, like a baby. She clamped her lips around it, but not her teeth, then started to flick her tongue back and forth over the very tip of it.
She sucked on one nipple, then moved her mouth to the other and started to repeat the same kind of lip and tongue action.
By that time, Helen's pussy was spasming lightly. She was getting wetter and wetter, and she could feel Liz's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy tunnel with ease. She started to thrust her pussy up and down a little bit so that Liz's fingers would make better clit contact, and as she reached a first minor orgasm, she did moan.
Liz, being a hooker who had faked it many times, too, could tell the real moan from any fake one that Helen could have emitted.
As she heard it, she was turned on more, too. She knew that she had to taste those juices from Helen's hot pussy.
As she moved her mouth down to Helen's cunt she flicked her tongue in and out of the girl's navel. When she finally placed her lips over Helen's pussy lips, she started to suck hard, sucking all the juices out.
When Helen heard the slurping and feasting sounds between her legs, it made her hot for the taste of pussy.
She had tasted pussy a few times, and liked it as well as cock. In fact, sometimes she liked it more because women, she tended to think, were more gentle than men.
As Liz ate her, Helen started talking between quick gasps.
"Pull your robe up and move your ass over here. I want you to sit on my face, Liz. Sit on my face so I can do you, too."
No sooner had she said it than Liz was moving. She had her pussy over Helen's face in a matter of seconds, and Helen spread the redhead's pussy lips and started to attack her swollen clit with her swift tongue.
She flicked it back and forth as she gripped Liz's tight buttocks in her hand to hold the girl's wiggling ass still.
After a few seconds, Helen could taste Liz's juices dripping out onto her tongue. She opened her mouth and drank them, like drinking from a fountain.
She moaned as she tasted their sweet flavor, and as soon as she first load was down her throat, she flicked her tongue back up into Liz's steaming hot pussy and started to work her over for a second load.
The more she worked Liz, the more she could feel Liz working her.
As she sucked on Liz's clit, she felt the redhead doing the same kind of thing to her. Soon, they had worked each other into a frenzy.
As they lay side by side, kissing, they rubbed their sweaty, played bodies together. Helen couldn't take her hands off Liz's tits, once she saw what they looked like.
"I'm glad you decided to stop by," Helen said to Liz.
"I was hoping that you'd be. I didn't really plan on anything like this happening, but I'm glad it did."
"Were you ever into anything like this before?"
"Only since I've been working here. Three weeks. But shit, I learn fast."
"So it seems," Helen said. For a girl who had only learned how to eat pussy during the last three weeks, Liz was terrific.
"And I not only learn about sex, honey," Liz went on. "I told you that I'm a good judge of people, know what I mean? That's why I had to talk to you about Jimmy. I'm sure that he has it in him to murder a hooker when she tries to walk out on him. I can see that kind of hatred in his eyes. Sick man."
Suddenly, Helen had a thought, and she pulled her hands away from Liz's tits.
"Wait a second. Are you sure you really mean all this? You and Jimmy seem pretty close, or you did seem close."
"What are you implying?" Liz asked.
"That maybe Jimmy sent you up here and you're going to repeat everything I say to him. It could be the case, you know."
Suddenly, there was a tear in Liz's eye.
"Well Jesus fucking Christ," she said. "I can't believe that after I ate your pussy the way I did, you would still mistrust me. Shit, the only reason I came here was because I actually thought that I could trust you."
When Helen saw the tear, she knew that Liz had to be telling the truth.
"I'm sorry, Liz. It's just that when you work in our trade, you learn how to use sex for everything. The fact that you made love to me so well could have meant you were putting the whole thing on to make me vulnerable. But I do believe you. Now what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Leaving," Liz said.
"You're in too deep already," Helen said. "And I've been here a lot of months more than you have. I'm in even deeper. I know things about Jimmy, too. He'd never let me go, believe me."
Liz moved her hand down to Helen's pussy and started to stroke her pussy lips. She wanted to get Helen wet so she could tell her the idea she had. The more Liz thought about it, the more simple the whole thing sounded.
If Helen agreed to go with her, it would be even better.
"Look," she said, wiggling Helen's clit, "the reason Mary Mews got it and Ruby Darling to it was because they took too fucking long to plan."
"To plan what?" Helen asked, closing her eyes.
She could feel her pussy starting to spasm lightly again, and her head was spinning.
"Their getaway, of course. It took them weeks before they finally decided to do it. That's where they went wrong."
"But they needed to start saving money and shit like that."
"I have some money saved, and I'm sure you do. What I'm suggesting is that we leave right now. Right this minute."
Helen was too lost in a rising orgasm to think of leaving. When Liz noticed that, she worked her fingers faster and faster.
She watched as Helen started to thrust her pussy up and down like a wild woman, stimulating her clit more and causing her pussy to get so wet that Liz could soon feel her fingers sliding around in a cunt of come.
As Helen started to come out of the orgasm, Liz moved her lips to the girl's ear.
"Did you hear what I said? I said that if we left right now, we can go."
"But..."
"Helen, don't you see? It's the only way. If Jimmy's on the street we just tell him we're going to get something to eat. We take all our money with us, and we only take the clothes on our back. That's it."
"And what do we do?" Helen asked.
"I don't know. I thought of going to California. I think we can hitch. I was also thinking that if we needed money, we can just turn a few tricks on the road. Look, at least Jimmy won't have to get a cut, and if we only agree to turn them together, we can watch out for each other."
Helen looked at Liz and smiled. She could tell that the redheaded hooker had put a lot of thinking into the plan.
"But I'm still not sure," she said.
"Look, Helen, it's now or never as far as I'm concerned. It would be easier now because we'd be doing it together. Do you want to do this the rest of your life? If you don't, remember Ruby Darling. There's no other way."
Helen got off the bed and walked to her sink. She turned on the water, took a washcloth, then started to clean herself. Liz sat on the bed for a few seconds, until Helen turned to her and spoke.
"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Go clean that pussy smell off your body and put something on. I'm hungry and I want something to eat."
Helen winked at Liz, and Liz understood.
If they were going to tell Jimmy they were going to eat, they had to start playing that game right now.
Liz adjusted her robe, walked over behind Helen, then kissed her on the cheek.
"I know we can do it," she said.
Then she turned and walked out of the room. Helen finished washing herself, then put on some perfume. She decided to throw the bottle into her bag so she'd have some for the road.
Then she walked to the corner and pulled the loose floor board up. She took out the cash that she had hidden there and counted it. Five hundred dollars saved for all her months of work was shit, she thought, but at least she had that cash there right now when she needed it.
When she dressed, she stuffed the bills in her bra. She put on a regular dress, and nothing fancy like the shit she would wear in the streets. Jimmy would be very suspicious if he saw her walking the streets in those clothes during the day.
Liz was waiting for her in the hall, and the two of them walked down the stairs together. As soon as they got outside, they saw Jimmy.
Helen tried to remain as calm as possible when he walked over.
"Where you two broads heading?" he asked.
"Hungry," Liz said, and she hoped Jimmy wouldn't ask to join them.
"Yeah? That's good. Hey, do me a favor and bring me back a burger."
"Sure thing, Jimmy," Helen said, smiling at him.
"Hey, Helen, it's good to see you changing your attitude. And I'm glad to see that you and Liz are getting along okay. See you later."
"Right," Helen said, and she took Liz's arm and started to walk down the street.
When they hit Broadway, they made a right, then walked up Forty-first street to the Port Authority Bus Terminal.
"Let's take a bus as far away as possible," Helen said.
It wasn't until they were on the bus, driving out of the city, that Helen felt safe. She knew that she had made it.
Two nights later, they were in Chicago at a small motel. They had gotten themselves picked up by a businessman who agreed to take them both for fifty dollars. Liz had been trying to hold out for more, but Helen agreed because she wanted a warm bed to sleep in.
The man undressed them both and explored every part of their body. He fingered their hot pussies with both hands, at the same time.
As he started to fuck Helen's hot cunt, Liz moved her mouth behind and began to flick her tongue in and out of his asshole. The man moaned with pleasure as his cock started to spasm hard, then he shot thick loads of come into Helen's pussy.
Liz started to suck him off as soon as he pulled out, and in a matter of minutes the man was hard again.
Helen figured that it had a lot to do with the fact that she had been sitting on the man's face, and he had been tonguing her pussy, fast. He seemed to get his full erection as she started to flood his face with come.
Then Liz moved her cunt down on his cock and began to ride him.
Later, the man wanted to watch the two of them making love while he jerked off. That, as it turned out, was the easiest thing to do.
After they had brought him off five times, the two ex-Broadway hookers went into the bathroom to shower.
"You know something, we make a fucking incredible team," Helen said.
"That's true. That guy was really satisfied. So was I. '
"I think that if we end up working as whores on the Coast, we should just advertise so that we can work together. If we advertise in a magazine, it would be better than having someone else pimp for us."
"Another Jimmy," Liz said.
"That scumbag. I hope one day they catch him and hang him by his fucking balls and let him writhe until they turn blue and fall off."
"That's too good for him," Liz said. "And you know that would never happen. As long as people are paying for sex on the streets, and that will be always, people like Jimmy will continue to get away with shit like he pulls."
"I guess you're right," Helen said, and she dried Liz off.
When the two of them walked back into the room, they were surprised to see that the man had left already. At first, Helen thought he had ripped them off, but then she saw the bill and the note by the bed.
"You two were more than I could handle, so I went to get a good night's sleep in another room. You really wore me out, and that's a compliment. It hasn't happened in the longest time."
When Helen counted the money, she found that he had left seventy.
"You see how fabulous we are," she said to Liz. "We ask for fifty and we get seventy. I'm sure that we can make a business venture go. The two of us just know how to work well with each other."
"You can say that again," Liz said, moving her fingers to Helen's nipples and pulling on them. "We know how to work each other well, too."
She moved her mouth down to Helen's tit and started to suck on her nipple again. Helen felt back on the bed, and Liz moved with her.
As she felt her tit being sucked, Helen started thinking.
She was moving on to a new phase of her life, and she was as scared as she was excited. However, now she felt she had someone that she could really trust. She and Liz had grown so close over the past few days, sexually and emotionally.
No matter what happened, at least they would have each other.
