"Look," Julie said, "I need help, and I don't mind admitting it. I'm at the end of my rope. I'll do anything!"
"Well...." Barry murmured, bringing his manicured fingers below his lips in mock concentration. "Let me be frank with you and ask you a very personal question, Julie."
"Anything."
"Well, are you a virgin?" Barry already knew the answer to this, but he had to go through the routine. "No. I don't see what difference that makes, but I'm not."
"It just seemed to me that a pretty girl like you could pick up plenty of money for a while. You know, while she was waiting for a really good job."
The man knew he had the innocent seventeen-year-old hooked already. Before long she'd be raking in the money as a high-priced whore and would be unable to quit no matter how badly she was used and degraded. Her habit would never let her.
CHAPTER ONE
Black Louie was tired. It had been a hell of a day. First, the daily hassle with the punk pushers. But that was part of the job. You pushed them around until they bled a little, made them cough up the bread, and let them know who was boss. Then you sent them on their way with fresh supplies-paid for in advance, no matter how much they hollered. Then there were the endless complaints about how the product had been cut. Those were getting to be more and more regular lately. Black Louie made a mental note to bring this up with the powers. He'd have to be tactful, though. The big men didn't like complaints.
He lowered his heavy body into the overstuffed leather chair, the rolls of fat around his middle settling comfortably as his breath came in short wheezes and beads of perspiration formed on his brow. Two hundred sixty-four pounds hung on a five-foot ten-inch frame and an asthmatic wheeze-that was Black Louie. But nobody appreciated how hard he worked, Black Louie thought. They all thought he was a big, fat nigger who'd made it good with some connections and sat on his butt all day.
He lifted his heavy arms so the pools of sweat could free themselves and run down his sides instead of staining his silk shirt.
"Cat," he wheezed, "bring me a soda!"
Cat, who stood silently near the door to the massive room, swung around and headed for the refrigerator in the kitchen. They called him Cat because he was so silent, but not silent enough to get out of three convictions for burglary. He was safe now. As Black Louie's bodyguard nobody would dare touch him. Cat pulled a bottle of Pepsi from the refrigerator and opened it. He admired the fact that his boss would never touch liquor, not even beer, but he wished to hell he could get him on one of the diet drinks. The boss needed to lose some weight. He'd feel better.
Black Louie sat there, his thick lips glistening with drops of sweat which had run in tiny streams down from his nose and cheeks. He took the cold bottle from Cat and drained it in one gulp.
"Another!"
Cat walked back to the kitchen without replying. He knew the boss would take three or four bottles before he relaxed. Just as he shut the refrigerator door, the back door opened and Pete stepped into the kitchen.
"Cat," Pete said, keeping his voice low, "there's a broad out here who says Carlo sent her. She wants to see Black Louie."
"What kind of broad?"
"Ofay," Pete replied. "Maybe a hooker. She looks like a junkie who's hard put."
"Carlo sent her?"
"That's what she said."
"Okay, I tell the boss. You wait here."
Cat was back in two minutes.
"Boss says he ain't seeing no one. He's too tired."
"But, Cat, she said it was urgent-a matter of life or death."
Cat rubbed his jaw contemplatively, then shrugged and nodded. "Okay. He'll see her-but she better make it worth his while."
Mary had been standing there in the hall for nearly fifteen minutes. She'd had to plead with Pete to get a message inside. These niggers! They were sure getting to be big shots. She hated them, but she had no choice. Black Louie ran things here. Her body shuddered and a wave of cold swept through her veins. God! This was worse than the last time. She was sweating, clammy moisture forming puddles under her arms, around her tits and down in her crotch; yet she was colder than hell. Her head throbbed and little pains shot through her muscles and bit into her stomach. Her muscles were beginning to quiver in minor contortions, and Mary knew that was bad.
To top it all off, she was afraid. She'd never met Black Louie. They all talked about him, even made jokes about him, but only the men in the business really knew him. What if he wouldn't help her? He had to!
"Okay, baby," Pete said grinning at her, "Black Louie said he'd see you, but it better be important. They say he's in a rotten mood."
Mary ran a quivering hand through her straw-blonde hair and tried to straighten her dress. Twenty-four years old and shot to hell. Oh, her body was good enough. Her breasts stuck out at a jaunty angle that made men take a second look when she walked down the street, and her tail was just bouncy enough to make other girls jealous. Makeup helped cover the puffy bags under her eyes, but the ravages of a hard life still came through in the lines on her face.
She followed Pete through the kitchen and into the massive chamber Black Louie used for his haven away from work. The lights were dim and all Mary could see was the heavy bulk outlined in the large chair. A fat nigger slob, she thought. She caught herself quickly. This man was her savior, and she'd better remember that.
"The broad," Pete muttered, backing out to the kitchen and leaving the two of them alone.
"Haven't I seen you in one of the joints down on Forty-second Street?" Black Louie wheezed.
"I don't work the joints," Mary replied proudly.
"Okay, okay. What do you want?"
Mary moved closer. Her eyes had adjusted to the light and she could see the huge Negro plainly. His oily black skin seemed to gleam at her. God, what I've come down to! Little Mary Richmond, Long Island socialite, exclusive, private schools, the works! Now a part-time call girl and a full-time junkie. Then this. Groveling before a fat nigger slob! Jesus!
"Well," he wheezed, his patience wearing thin.
"Look," she said softly, controlling her voice with every ounce of her will power, "I'm in bad shape. I need a fix, and-"
"You came here for a fix?" Black Louie asked incredulously.
"I went to Carlo. He sent me here."
"Look, baby, you can buy that stuff in a thousand different places on Manhattan."
"That's just it," she said with the trace of a sob creeping into her voice. "I can't make a buy. I'm flat. That's why Carlo sent me here."
Black Louie looked at the young girl standing before him with an appraising eye. Carlo had sent him a piece of ofay ass, and not bad at that! He didn't know if he really wanted it, though. In his position he had pretty much his choice of ass, and he was tired tonight.
"A good-looking girl like you with a body like that can make plenty of bread, baby," Black Louie said, his meaning clear from the tone of his voice.
Mary looked at him, hatred welling in her soul. Everything came down to sex with these bastards. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and they'll give you enough to keep you alive!
"I've turned tricks when I had to," she replied, barely able to keep the edge out of her voice. "I'm just caught at the wrong time. My period came early and I wasn't prepared. Besides, I had a stroke of bad luck this week. A bastard rolled me and cleaned me out."
Black Louie laughed. It began as a booming sound and ended in a tortured wheeze as asthma grabbed his lungs.
"That's a twist," he said when his breath was under control again. "A hooker getting rolled!"
"I'm not a hooker, goddamn you!" Mary snapped in a momentary loss of control. "I only turn a trick when I have to, that's all!"
Black Louie's eyes opened just a fraction. This one had fire. He liked that. Most of them were just walking zombies, but this was a junkie with a little fire left. She hadn't been hooked long enough. She was a proud bitch, and Louie recognized the cultured tone of her voice immediately. She had class. He liked that, too. It might be fun to see her beg, really beg. Black Louie knew she hated him He never kidded himself about that, but he also knew she needed him.
"And what do you want me to do?" he said in a sarcastic tone.
The slimy bastard is going to make me beg, Mary thought with disgust. What makes them like this? Why couldn't they leave a person with a little dignity? She felt her hand twitching and quickly darted it behind her back. It wouldn't do to let him know just how desperate she really was.
Louie saw the movement and laughed to himself. She's in bad shape, or will be in a few hours, he said to himself.
"Well?" he wheedled.
"I thought ... well, I need a fix. You can see that. I'll pay double, but I need a few days. I won't welch, you don't have to worry about that. I just need a couple of days, that's all."
Black Louie smiled, an evil, triumphant smile which creased his face and spread his thick lips so the gold caps on his teeth gleamed in the dimly lit room.
"Didn't Carlo tell you we don't do business on credit, baby? Nobody gets credit. Nobody!"
"It's just for a few days," Mary replied, groveling now. "I need a fix badly. You can see that. Have a little pity. It won't cost you anything. I'll pay double. I'll do anything!"
"Anything?"
"Look, I told you I have my period, if that's what you're thinking."
"You've still got a pretty mouth," Black Louie wheezed.
"You mean?"
"Why not? I haven't had a good blow job in a couple of days. Baby, you need help. You take care of me, and I'll see what can be done for you."
Mary cringed, her mind commanding her to turn and run from the room, but her feet were planted firmly, as if encased in cement. To have to touch this fat nigger, much less take his slimy cock in her mouth, was repulsive to her. How could he even ask her to do it? He knew how she felt. Niggers could sense that, like a cat or dog could sense when someone didn't like them. That's why he's doing it. He wants to humble me, make me get on my knees for him, make me do something he knows I hate!
She looked at him closely. The way he was stretched out in the chair with his rolls of fat bulging everywhere disgusted her. She could smell him, that nigger smell of cologne and sweat mixed to an overpowering sweetness. And she could hear him wheezing away like a locomotive. The sweat rolling down his forehead made his skin shiny, almost like he had a coat of black oil covering him
"Look, baby, if you don't like a hunk of dark meat in your mouth, let's just skip it. I haven't got all night."
Mary gasped when she realized that she was actually considering it. How could she have sunk this low? She'd been able to rationalize taking an occasional man to her bed to earn enough to buy what she so desperately had to have. But this was something else. She wanted to run, but her body wouldn't let her. The demands were becoming more acute. It was like that time she'd tried to kick the habit-the living hell she'd endured for forty-eight hours, until it was more than she could bear and she begged her friend to kill her. Within a few hours she'd begin to vomit, and the pain would double her up. She'd shake so bad she couldn't even hold a glass of water. Mary knew it all too well.
But could she trust this fat nigger slob? Would he take care of her?
Black Louie saw the indecision in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking, and he could feel a slight tingle in his loins. At first he hadn't been too interested, but now he wanted to sink his cock in her ofay mouth.
"Just as soon as you drain old Black Louie's balls dry," he wheezed, "I'll see that you get a full fix of the purest stuff in town. And you can come back tomorrow night for another."
"All ... all right," Mary murmured, hating herself and biting her lip, but unable to overcome the biting demands of her body.
Black Louie watched her intently. He saw her lip pull in between her teeth and it gave him a feeling of absolute power to make a white bitch like this crawl. She was proud, and that made it all better. He saw her tight breasts heaving beneath the fabric of her blouse and decided he'd humiliate her even more.
"Take your clothes off and let me see that white body!" he commanded.
"But I have the curse!" Mary moaned.
"Take them off. Every stitch!"
Mary hesitated, embarrassed to have anybody see her with her sanitary napkin between her legs.
Black Louie snapped his fingers and Mary knew he was losing patience with her. If she wanted her fix, she'd have to go through with it! She slowly began taking her clothes off. She watched him as she unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the floor, and the animal lust in his eyes both frightened and disgusted her. He wasn't even a human being! He was a pig-a big fat pig!
Black Louie's balls tingled as he watched the proud white bitch strip down. She had a good body, young and tantalizing. Too bad she's bleeding. I'd like to cram my dick in her and hear her cry for mercy!
Her tits were large, like two melons with ripe buds at the crest. Then, when she hesitated for a moment and finally pulled her lace panties down, Black Louie felt a surge of excitement run through him. Her sanitary napkin stood out between her legs like a white mountain cresting her crotch. That didn't excite him, but the look of embarrassment in her eyes did. She had to share her most personal secret with him, a nigger she hated and wouldn't so much as spit on if she had any choice. He stared at her crotch and made her blush. It was good for her. This would teach her she wasn't so goddamned great just because she was white!
"Come here!"
Mary shuddered. Nausea swept through her, but she couldn't tell if it was in anticipation of what she had to do or the beginning of that phase of her withdrawal.
"Now!" Black Louie snapped, his lips glistening in the light from where his tongue had coursed them in hunger for a wet mouth sucking his fat cock.
She moved slowly, her feet feeling like iron weights, until she was directly in front of him. Her body quivered as she watched his sweaty hand reach up to grasp her tit. He pinched the nipple cruelly, his eyes glued to hers.
"Owwww!"
Black Louie laughed and reached over to pinch the other tit.
"On your knees, ofay!" he wheezed.
Mary gratefully dropped to her knees, if only to escape the torture of his pinching fingers. His pants were rubbing against her sides and his knees were even with her pink shoulders.
"Go to work!
He was going to make her do it all, the lousy bastard! She couldn't remember hating and detesting another human being the way she did this fat nigger. This was the type that screamed about equal rights-equal rights, when they weren't even human!
Mary's head jerked as he snapped his fingers in her ears.
"Get busy! Lick it hard, then suck these delicious nuts dry! Get a move on. I haven't got all night, I told you!"
Mary's hand darted out and searched for the zipper to his pants. She had to weave through layers and folds of material before she found the small metal tab attached to the zipper. She had to use both hands, one to hold the material and unfold it as she pulled the zipper down with a rasping sound. She tugged at his shirt and shorts, then found the opening she sought. Her long fingers slid inside and groped for his penis. Like a huge snake, it slithered around just beneath her grasp. His wiry pubic hair was coated with sweat and Mary's fingers slipped as she tried to catch the thick rod.
Her hand felt slimy, coated with his pungent sweat, but Mary finally managed to grasp his cock firmly and began pulling it out. It was soft, yet absolutely huge in Mary's hand. When the pink head popped out and the entire length of his shaft rolled about in her hand, Mary shuddered. It was a hideous black color, with purple veins running the length of it. The head was just barely visible beneath the soft foreskin, and the odor of urine wafted through her nostrils.
"Get those lovely balls out, too, baby," he said. "I want you to lick them nice and clean for me."
Mary reached in and searched for the heavy sac, her hand again coursing through the wet pubic hair of his crotch. Two huge, heavy balls flopped into her cupped hand, the hairy, wet sac cascading over her fingers and hanging down as she freed it from his pants. The odor was almost overpowering. Nausea swept up into her throat and Mary swallowed hard to keep from throwing up.
Black Louie watched her intently, the soft white flesh against his knees giving him intense pleasure. He reached out and ran his stubby black fingers through her soft hair. He'd choke her with his cock and make her swallow every last drop his balls would pump into her ofay mouth!
"Lick them!"
Mary closed her eyes and darted her tongue out to course the wrinkled skin surrounding his giant balls. She leaned forward and shuddered when her nose touched the black snake resting in her hand. She tried to breathe through her mouth to avoid the pungent, nauseating odor, and her body quivered when a salty taste ran through her mouth as she began licking his testicles. Her one idea now was to get it over with as quickly as she could. She knew that if she didn't, she'd puke in his lap! Her tongue lapped and raced around the heavy sac until she felt a pulse begin in his balls.
"Say, baby, you lick balls good," Black Louie laughed. "Yes, you're a real ball licker!"
Mary held his cock up in her hand, the tip leaning down toward his lap as she began licking the sides of the shaft. Her tongue traced a long, bulging vein and she felt blood begin pumping into his huge member. Her fingers tightened around the base and she squeezed the heavy head out from behind its warm cover inside his foreskin. It stared at her, a drop of seminal fluid oozing from its eye. It was the color of raw liver, veined and porous, and the terrible odor swept through Mary's system like a fire.
She forced her head forward and held back her nausea as her lips hesitantly touched it, caressed it with their velvety softness. Gulping, she quickly sucked it into her mouth and let her tongue run in slow circles around its huge circumference. One hand held the base of the shaft tightly while the other began pumping his balls.
Black Louie watched as her cheeks puffed in and out while she kissed and sucked the head of his cock. He could feel his balls begin to pump like a machine as the blood rushed into the soft member.
No matter how many times he had it, Black Louie couldn't get over the excitement of seeing his long black shaft work its way into a white mouth. It made up for a lot of things, a lot of little things he endured in a white society. When she had him good and hard, he'd give her mouth a fucking she'd never forget!
Mary almost gagged as the black snake came alive in her oral cavity. She felt it swell until it seemed like it would break through her cheeks. She'd been with a few men in her life, but she'd never seen anything as huge as this nigger slob's cock. It was like a large hunk of black rope winding into her mouth and bruising her lips.
The blood was racing through his veins now and Mary felt it pump against her fingers circled around the base.
"Suck it! Play with those balls, baby. They're going to fill your sweet mouth with a chocolate milkshake like you've never had before." His voice was rasping, his breath coming in deep wheezes now, and Mary knew she was doing her task well. She could feel the excitement in his body through the trembling of his knees pressing into her sides.
Black Louie leaned back and pulled a cigar from a box on the table beside him. He bit the end off and slowly lighted it with a long match.
The son of a bitch, Mary thought. The dirty son of a bitch! She looked up and saw him reclining like a Roman emperor while she stretched her lips to the very limit and ran her wet mouth up and down on his shaft. She was tempted to sink her teeth into his cock for this humiliation, but Mary knew that these men could kill and never leave a clue behind.
"For a white cocksucker, you're not bad," he wheezed, puffing his cigar and blowing smoke down into her face. "Eat it good, baby!"
He was trying to act nonplused, but Mary knew he was as hot as hell. His balls were pulsating in her hand and his prick was shuddering and quivering as she ran it deep into her throat, then pulled back slowly to let him feel her lips every inch of the way. She squeezed the sac in her hand and ran her tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of his surging penis.
"Uuuummmmmm!" he moaned. "That's good!"
Mary did it again and again, bobbing her head up and down in his lap wildly as she fought back her nausea and worked hard to bring his lousy orgasm. Her fingers circled his cock and moved up and down in time with her mouth.
"Go, white cocksucker, go!" Louie chanted. He wanted to hold back, to make it last as long as possible, to humiliate her as much as he could, but he knew it was coming. His balls felt like a volcano about to erupt. The nuts were swollen and ready to pump their load.
He reached out and viciously grabbed her hair in his hand. Holding the long tresses like a handle, he began pumping her head up and down as fast as he could. He could feel her teeth biting into the skin along his shaft as with each cruel thrust he sunk the hard head down deep into her throat and made her gag for air. He held her down, her nose and lips pressing into his pubic hair at the base, and jerked his hips so that he bruised the back of her throat with blow after blow.
"Here she comes, baby," he moaned. "Your own chocolate milkshake. Swallow every drop of it, and suck me dry!"
He was hurting her, his hands groping in her hair and forcing her head down without mercy as he jabbed his long cock as deep as he could. Her lips were raw, scraping against the steel shaft and brushing into the coarse pubic hair at its base.
She felt his balls swell and begin pumping, but she was unprepared for the gushing sperm that shot into her mouth. It was like having a firehose trapped between her lips. The head shot around and jet after jet of thick, hot cum bounced off her cheeks and cascaded down her tortured throat. She had to swallow or drown in his sperm. Her throat worked up and down as the thick white streams ran down her throat. She tried to pull her head away, but Black Louie held her in a vise-like grip.
"Suck it dry, ofay bitch!" he commanded. "Then you'll lick it good and clean!"
Mary's white cheeks pulled in as she began sucking on the turgid member, pulling jet after steaming jet down her throat. She pumped his balls with her hand and finally felt his cock begin to relax. It slipped out of her mouth, a trail of cum oozing from the corners of her lips. Mary started licking the streaks of white liquid from the head and sides of his prick.
She hated him, hated what she was being forced to do, but she wanted to get it over with as quickly as she could. She knew she was close to fainting, but she wouldn't allow her mind and body that sweet release from the humiliation he had put her through. She forced herself to keep licking until his prick was clean and dry. Only then did she raise her head. His fingers slid through her hair as he relaxed his grip.
"Pretty good, little girl, pretty good," he murmured, raising the cigar to his thick lips and taking a deep drag. "Yes sir, you can lap that dark meat any time you're hungry."
"I did it, but that doesn't mean I liked it," Mary said, hatred pouring out of her eyes, her nostrils flared as she fought back wave after wave of nausea.
"Okay, okay," Black Louie grunted, pulling his cock back inside his pants and running the zipper up. "You've kept your part of the bargain, now I'll keep mine. Get your threads on so you don't make Cat blush. You ever seen a nigger blush, baby? Listen, if you want to make it regular here and have a good supply, I can fix it up so you're on one of our circuits. No more walking the streets. How about it?"
"No, thank you," Mary snapped. "I'll take my chances on the street. I'm not working one of your call girl circuits."
She pulled her clothes on quickly, not bothering to straighten her stockings. Mary could feel the pain beginning again and she knew she needed a fix. Just looking at the big black slob she'd just blown made her want to retch her guts up.
"Okay, baby, have it your own way," Louie said with a vicious smile at the proud girl before him. "Cat!"
Cat came silently into the room and stood by the door to the kitchen, his eyes taking in the situation at once.
"Cat, get this ofay bitch a shot of the purest stuff we've got. Tell Harry I said she could have another tomorrow if she wants it. And get her stinking white body out of here!"
Mary felt a cold tingle in her spine. She watched them carefully for any secret between them. She was in a dangerous spot. They could kill her and no one would ever know what had happened to her. She saw nothing, but she hesitated when Cat motioned for her to follow him.
"Nothing will happen to me?"
"Nothing will happen to you, baby," Black Louie said softly, his patience wearing thin. "We don't operate like that. Carlo should have told you that."
Cat beckoned again and Mary slowly followed him out of the room
CHAPTER TWO
Black Louie was uncomfortable. His massive bulk overflowed from the small, antique chair and he knew his expensive silk suit would be a mass of wrinkles when he got up. He forgot his discomfort in his apprehension, though. It was only rarely that Black Louie was summoned into a meeting with Mr. James and the big men. He knew it was an honor, but he was still worried that he was going to catch it for something. He'd been the butt of their unreasonable attacks often enough, and with all those complaints going in lately....
"Gentlemen," said Mr. James as he stood and called for their attention. His gray pin-striped suit, white shirt with high collar and solid black tie made him look like a wealthy businessman, which was exactly what he was. But Black Louie knew Mr. James could be a ruthless killer, a man who was used to getting his own way regardless of the cost in human life or suffering. Even so, he envied the tall, gray-haired white man his poise and cultured voice.
"Gentlemen," he continued, "it seems we have two problems. The committee has met and asked me to discuss these with you. First of all, we've had a number of complaints about the quality of the merchandise lately."
The speaker looked directly at Black Louie, his lips firmly set and a cold gleam in his eye. A low murmur ran through the other seven men present in the walnut-paneled room. Black Louie shifted and sunk deeper into his chair.
"Now we know that all of you are concerned about the quality of our product and about keeping your customers happy," Mr. James said softly, "but we're going to have to ask you to be patient with us on this issue for a while longer. We'll have to keep cutting the product for at least another two or three weeks."
He paused and let this sink in. Gino Marcanti, the head man for the Italian section of Manhattan, leaned forward and caught the speaker's eyes. He received a nod and spoke.
"Boss, maybe the committee doesn't know how bad it is out there."
Several of the other men murmured approval and Black Louie inched up in his seat with this unexpected support.
"That's right, Mr. James," Louie added.
"Some of my customers are starting to buy from the Chinks," Gino continued. "They say this stuff of ours isn't much more than sugar. They won't buy. Another couple of weeks and we'll lose more."
"We're aware of that, Gino," Mr. James replied calmly. "And that's precisely why we've called this meeting. Perhaps I'd better explain our position. As you all know, there has been increased activity throughout the world in the narcotics markets. And now the United Nations is beginning to step in. Unfortunately, heroin has become a means of barter between nations, much like gold is used as an international monetary standard."
He pulled out a cigarette and lighted it, waiting to see if he had both their attention and understanding.
"What I mean is that our product has come into high demand. Some nations are being bought, both directly and indirectly, with heroin. The Arabs, our prime source of supply, will sell their mothers for a price, and their loyalty is something no one can definitely secure. Recently, they've left us high and dry on shipments that meant a great deal to us."
"Can't we open new supply lines?" asked Sid Burger, the Brooklyn boss for the syndicate.
"We can, and we undoubtedly will," Mr. James responded, "but it takes time, Sid. The Chinese are reluctant to sell to us. They have excellent deals with the Russians, who in turn use the product to help finance part of their espionage network. It's all very complicated, but I want you to understand why we have cut the product we're delivering to your people now. Our warehouses are dangerously low, and while our men are doing everything they can, we have no assurance of future shipments for at least thirty days."
Black Louie shifted in his seat again. "But we will have plenty in thirty days?" he asked.
"Yes, we'll definitely have a shipment in thirty days. That much we're sure of. It's already on its way to Canada. And you can be sure our agents will repair the breaks in our lines-by force if necessary."
The men mumbled back and forth for a moment before anyone spoke. Gino broke the silence.
"Okay, Mr. James, but how do we keep our customers?"
The other men nodded their approval and a low hum crossed the room before the tall, gray-haired man replied.
"That, gentlemen, is your problem," he said firmly. "You know your pushers better than we do. Some will play ball, some won't. Perhaps this would be a good time to weed down your organizations. Those who won't play ball could be turned over to the authorities. Subtly, mind you, with tact. They should never even guess who put the finger on them, but the others will know it's a lesson and you'll have less trouble with them in the future. When the supply is back to normal, you can put on new pushers. In effect, a move like this could solve two problems at the same time."
A grumble went around the room. Gino stood up and walked to the window, his concern deeply etched on his swarthy Italian face. Black Louie shifted back and forth in his chair in a vain effort to get comfortable. The idea of fingering their own men, the pushers they'd all worked so long and hard to find and train, did not sit well with this group. They knew Mr. James realized this. His tone at the end had been firm, a no-nonsense attitude, which was intended to keep them in line.
Mr. James stood there calmly. He held the cards. He always did, but he'd rather have them agree and understand than have to force obedience.
"Is that the word?" Gino asked from the window.
"It's the word, Gino," James replied with calm.
"Then we've got no choice, do we?"
"The committee hasn't set out deliberately to make you suffer, gentlemen. We don't like this any more than you do. It's costing us more money than each of you. Business is business, however, and our business has a few problems at the moment. I'm sure you'll each do your best to help us see our way through this small crisis."
He caught each man's eyes with a sweeping glance. His meaning was clear and each subordinate was now thinking of ways of handling the problem in his own district.
"Right?" James asked.
There was a hesitant, almost begrudging approval from the assembled men. Black Louie hoisted his body out of the small, antique chair which had been torturing him for over thirty minutes.
"Just a minute, Louie," Mr. James said in an icy tone which said that the meeting wasn't dismissed until he told them they could leave. Black Louie sat down with a thud, the antique chair groaning under his weight. "I said that the committee discussed two serious problems."
"What's the committee want to do, raise the price to cover the cost of cutting the product?" Gino snapped sarcastically.
The group laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. They wouldn't put it past the committee to do something just like that. Mr. James looked at Gino with eyes that would freeze hell. His jaw jutted out for a second, but he managed to control himself and joined in with the general laughter.
"I only wish I could tell you we were going to cut the price as much as we did the product," he responded to another round of laughter, "but our second matter here really doesn't concern your division."
Mr. James loved to talk of the organization as a large business complex, which, of course, it was. He stressed this with his subordinates to impress them with the business aspect of their operations.
"Prostitution," he continued, "which has always been one of our most profitable operations, is having problems, and the committee has asked me to seek your assistance."
"I can't imagine Charlie Armado with problems," Gino commented. "Unless maybe he got a dose from one of his choice broads."
Everybody laughed, including Mr. James. Charlie Armado was a colorful leader, a man everybody liked. He headed the prostitution operation for the syndicate in the East, and his favorite saying was that he had only "choice broads."
"Well, Charlie does have a problem, I'm afraid," Mr. James continued after the laughing subsided. "It seems to center on recruitment. There has been a decided change in recent years and the new demand is for young girls in their teens. When a girl reaches her mid-twenties, we're having to put her out to pasture. She's no longer merchandise for the market. Meanwhile, the teen-agers are turning on and staging big sex orgies of their own, so recruitment isn't easy in that area. Charlie says that within the next six months he'll need over one thousand teen-aged girls."
A low whistle, originating with Gino, shot through the room. The men looked at each other, smiled nervously, shrugged their shoulders and privately wondered just how they would fit into all of this.
Mr. James let this sink in for a moment before continuing.
"As you know," he said in a soft voice, "it is our policy to let each division work independently, one never interfering with another. Yet when a crisis like this comes up we often ask one division to assist the other."
The men all shifted in their seats, wondering just how they would be called on to help. They all knew that although this was couched as a request, it was in reality a command. Whatever Mr. James said, these men would have to agree to help.
"We have given this some consideration," he continued, "and we feel you can really be of great help here. The high school kids have been turning on with pot and acid for some time now. They also seem to embrace a philosophy of sexual freedom and engage freely. Our thought is to convert some of this natural energy to our own ends. With select groups we introduce our product and concentrate on certain young girls."
"You mean get them hooked?" Black Louie interrupted.
"Exactly. And when they need funds to support their habit, we turn them over to the other division."
There was a low murmur among the assembled men. This was a complete departure from their operation and none of them liked it. Gino, a natural spokesman, finally voiced what was on their minds.
"But, Mr. James," he said slowly, "we've always gone out of our way to avoid the youth market. That's your instructions. You said it would make for a big hassle if we started working with kids. Now you want us to go after them. That means we have to hire kids as pushers. Ain't that dangerous?"
"We'll just have to call it a calculated risk, Gino," Mr. James replied. "I expect each of you to use as much caution and discretion as possible. Don't pick out just any kids for pushers. Find the ones who won't present potential problems, ones who can handle their customers. And we don't want to hit all the kids. Just select groups with some good-looking young girls. Yes, it's dangerous, but it's only a temporary program The committee discussed this and we feel that you'll have the girls we need within a few months and we'll be able to pull back to our old operation. We recognize the risks involved, gentlemen, but the need is urgent. I'm sure that you'll cooperate with us. We've assigned Barry Donotato to work as liaison with you. Call him when you have word of a girl who needs help supporting her habit. Okay?"
Black Louie settled back in his chair. He was uncomfortable, physically and mentally. As he glanced around the room he saw that the others shared his feeling, but he knew as well as they did that they had no choice.
The room hung in dead silence, each man nervously lighting a cigarette. Mr. James scanned the room and felt the tension. He couldn't tell them that he shared their reluctance in this, that he'd argued against the committee and had been voted down. He was the link with these men, just as they were the link with their pushers. Without this carefully forged line of command, the various organizations would fall apart overnight.
"Okay?" he repeated in a soft but firm tone.
No one answered, but one by one the men gave a brief nod in assent to the directive.
"Every business has its good times and bad, gentlemen," he added, placing the report sheets each man turned in at the beginning of the meeting into his black leather briefcase. "We just have to bear with some of these things. The committee is behind you one hundred percent, and you know as well as I do that we'll do everything we can to keep the operation clean and running smoothly. Well, that's all for today."
Mr. James left first, and then each of the men left the modern office building at five minute intervals. They sat around the table waiting their turn to leave, talking about the families and local weather conditions. Each man had a great deal he wanted to say, but each had learned that in this business a wise man kept his own counsel.
Black Louie waddled out of the modern elevator, looked both ways on the street out of habit, and then began ambling down to the taxi stand in the next block. He was perspiring profusely, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks and soaking the collar of his silk shirt. There were already puddles forming under his arms, and a little stream running down the center of his back tickled him.
Whenever he was nervous or upset, Black Louie perspired. He was very upset now. There were enough risks in this game without taking on more by working with kids! He didn't like it one damned bit. But there was something else, something Louie had never voiced to anyone. He didn't like to mess around with kids. They should be left alone.
Things were tough enough out there for them anyway. Black Louie knew. He'd grown up in the alleys of Harlem, a kid whose mother worked for a crooked Jewish grocer. He'd never known his father, a man who'd spent a couple of restless hours with his mother one hot summer day and then wandered on.
It was bad enough being a nigger in a white world, but being a bastard nigger was even worse. His own people had turned on him, making foul remarks about his mother and calling him dirty names. The kids beat him up in the alleys and Black Louie had to fight for everything he got in life. He'd had to work hard when he was only eight years old. He'd made it, and he'd shown them! But he didn't like to see kids have bad breaks.
Kids were young for so short a period. Why couldn't they enjoy life, play baseball and football, ride bikes, see movies, buy candy? Why did they have to have someone messing around in their damned lives? They needed the breaks, and others should leave them alone.
No, Black Louie didn't like this at all.
He couldn't cross the committee, though, that much Black Louie was certain of. He'd seen what happened to guys who thought they were bigger than the organization. They were cut up and left in some alley for the meat wagon to pick up the next day.
He'd have to go along with them, but maybe he could add a few touches of his own. No black girls, he'd see to that. And maybe getting a few of those snotty ofay bitches hooked would help pay back some debts! Black Louie's district extended uptown, beyond Harlem. Uptown, where there were all sorts of white girls making the scene.
Better be careful, he told himself. This has got to be handled with lots of care. He'd have Cat do the recruiting. Cat could be trusted, and Cat did exactly as he was told. Cat could start with five boys as pushers, five carefully selected boys. That would cover a lot of ground.
Black Louie hefted himself out of the taxi and waddled across the street and down an alley to One-Hundred-Thirtieth Street, a precaution in case he'd been followed. He waved to some people he knew and headed down the steps to the tiny restaurant. Soul food was what he wanted, and the aromas coming from the small kitchen made his mouth water. The waitress smiled at him and Louie wedged his massive bulk into a seat at the corner.
Although he was hungry, he ate mechanically, his mind absorbed in the problems he had to face. Cooling his customers with their complaints for a month wouldn't be easy. He'd have to call a meeting of his men tonight. He didn't like that, having them together in one place, but there was no getting around it. They'd use the basement of the high school. Cat had a set of keys and nobody would be likely to look for them there.
The waitress brought him a dish of fresh rice pudding filled with raisins and topped with cinnamon and nutmeg, but Black Louie just sat there staring at it. His appetite was gone and he was beginning to perspire again.
CHAPTER THREE
"I don't feel a thing. Honestly, Tommy, not a thing!" Julie said in exasperation. She was terribly disappointed, and perhaps just a little relieved. Maybe she'd built it up to a big thing in her mind, she thought.
"That's not unusual," Tommy replied, gazing at the pretty seventeen-year-old girl from eyes sunken in a head that was beginning to expand and felt like it was encased in a tight band. "Lots of people don't turn on the first time. I read where most don't, in fact. I know I didn't. You have to build up your senses to this great thing. Here, smoke another joint. Sometimes the second one will bomb you."
"You really think I should?" she asked.
"Why not? You said you wanted to try it, to join in with the rest of us who are dropping out ' and turning on, didn't you?"
She looked at him, a soft glow growing in her veins. It was true-she'd finally told him she wanted to be one of them. Well, that really wasn't it. She wanted Tommy. They'd been going together for a few months and she was crazy about him. Julie knew that she'd never make it with Tommy or anyone else in her crowd if she clung to the tight moral code by which she'd been raised. And she was fed up with her parents and their tight little materialistic world. Two martinis and television every night-what kind of a life was that?
And the way her father supported the administration on the Vietnam war! It was just too much. Their world, the world of die-hard, traditional copservatives, was crumbling around them and they couldn't see it or understand it.
"Oh, baby, I'm on my trip!" Tommy sighed as he leaned back on the sofa and gazed at the ceiling.
Julie looked at him and watched him closely as she carefully lighted another joint and put it to her lips. She inhaled deeply and held the smoke as Tommy had told her to. Gosh, he's a good-looking boy! Tall, a good athlete, rugged features, but handsome like Lee Marvin. She suddenly coughed, holding the smoke too long and gagging a little, but she immediately took another long drag.
She was lonely. She had to admit that. It had been that way for three or four years now. Oh, the other kids treated her all right in school, but when it came to doing things they had their own groups and she didn't fit in. It was her fault, not theirs. What really bothered her was that she had gradually realized that they were right and she was wrong. It was like she was in a giant army, the only one out of step.
Oh, she didn't blame her parents. They'd tried. Her father didn't have a college education and had to work as a painter for a contractor. He did his best and they lived all right, even if they were close to the Negro neighborhoods. Her father kept saying that it was an age of specialists, an age where you had to be translated into an IBM card so they could shuffle you around where they wanted you.
Julie could see the same thing at her school. She was a name and a number, that was all. Most of her teachers didn't know her as a person, and they didn't want to know her. They didn't want to get involved.
That was her problem, she was too involved-or was it not involved enough? She was involved with being good, as her parents taught her to understand good. But they were the ones who approved of war, killing and mutilation, and believed people should be locked up if they expressed an opinion different from theirs or uttered one dirty word. They were the ones who loved dirty jokes, sexy clothes and sex in advertising things like toothpaste, yet who said sex was evil.
And she'd believed them for over sixteen and a half years! Why? Because they talked louder than the others, or because they kept putting the others down? They were the down generation. And they had kept her from getting to know the up generation long enough! Well, she'd end that tonight. At least she'd try! She wanted to become involved, to be a member of her own generation.
"Tommy!" Julie shouted. "I think maybe I'm feeling it!"
"What's it like, baby?"
"My head hurts."
"Like someone has a rope around it and is tightening it?"
"Right! And everything seems so peaceful, so beautiful. It's not like being drunk at all! I'm aware of everything."
Her mind was swimming and a delicious feeling permeated her entire being. She felt supersensitive, yet almost above anything and everything. She watched Tommy get up and float across the room to turn the stereo on. His parents were out, so he turned the volume up high.
Julie couldn't help gasping when the sounds filtered through her ears and became a part of her body. She'd heard this record of Vikki Carr's a dozen times, but never like this. She could hear the tempo, each instrument coming through on its own, vibrating into her very heart. It was beautiful! She was so much more aware of every sound. She closed her eyes and leaned back when Vikki began to sing.
Nothing mattered now. She was a part of something, and the something was the most beautiful thing she'd ever experienced. Her lips formed the words to the song and she pretended the voice filling the room was hers. It was hers! Everything was hers.
When she opened her eyes, Julie saw Tommy standing in the center of the room doing a slow strip. He was weaving in time with the music, slowly pulling his clothes off. She wanted to protest, to close her eyes and tell him to stop, but she couldn't. She was fascinated by the thought of her first sight of a naked male.
His shirt dropped to the floor and he kicked his shoes in the corner. Then his fingers worked with the snap at the waist of his slacks. She watched, pulled as if by a magnet, as his fingers worked the snap loose and unzipped his pants. They were snug and tight-fitting about the legs, and he had to work them down and off. When he did, he did a high kick and sent them sailing over the sofa.
Julie looked at his bulging crotch so plainly outlined in his tight Jockey shorts. It looked immense! For a moment her eyes flicked over the rest of his body, caressing his long blond hair, his manly chest and the rippling muscles in his arms and thighs, but they immediately darted back to his crotch.
She saw his hands go to his waist, his thumbs working under the elastic band that rested just above his hips. She felt excited, and suddenly very strange when she realized that he was staring into her eyes as his hands began working his shorts down. She saw the matted blond pubic hair above his genitals first. It was like a handful of blond curls bunched together.
Then she saw it, long, white and very thick. Its base was covered with thickly matted hair. The elastic band on his shorts worked its way down the huge shaft. Somehow, Julie knew Tommy was smiling at her, but she couldn't take her eyes off the fascinating sight before her.
With a quick movement he pulled his shorts below his knees and let them fall to the floor around his feet. His long penis bobbed out, free at last from the restraining cloth that held it bound. She saw it jump up, the two heavy balls beneath it wobbling freely in their hairy sac.
He stroked his penis so that the large pink head escaped from the foreskin and seemed to look at her with its eye and wink. He didn't stop, stroking it slowly so she could actually see it grow before her eyes. This was against everything she had ever been taught, yet Julie felt no real shame or embarrassment. It all seemed so natural. There was, in fact, an electrifying tingle which had begun in her loins and was now running through her young body.
She felt an overpowering urge to put her hand down between her legs, like she did in the privacy of her room when the house was asleep and she was alone. It was something she would never have admitted to another human being. It was wrong, except that here and now nothing could be wrong.
Julie tugged the hem of her skirt above her knees, her eyes glued on Tommy's huge cock all the while. Her fingers slipped beneath her skirt and sought the soft down of her crotch. She was surprised to feel a hot dampness in her panties. Her itch became worse as her fingers tugged and pulled at the elastic ring surrounding her thigh and her searching, probing movement became almost frantic.
As Tommy watched her, his hand moved slowly up and down the length of his prick. Her cheeks were a bright pink, flushed with excitement, and her long blonde hair seemed to shimmer in the dim light. Her full, moist lips, smiling between two lovely dimples, were inviting, tempting. He could see her full, pointed breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her nylon blouse, the nipples now hard and clearly outlined. His eyes drifted down to her creamy white thighs, now almost fully exposed as her hand worked frantically under her dress.
A dull ache began growing in his balls. He'd wanted to fuck Julie for months, and this was it. She wanted to join the others, become one of the scene, take all the trips. She'd said so that very afternoon.
"Baby," he sighed as he continued working his shaft with his hand, "get those threads off. Get comfortable and let's see that great skin of yours."
He walked over to her and leaned down, extending his hand. She took it, and he pulled her to her feet. Without urging, Julie began unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped out of it and let it drop to the floor while she quickly pulled her skirt over her head.
"Wheeeee!" she squealed, tossing her skirt high in the air and falling forward into Tommy's arms. He held her tight, pressing his lips firmly against hers and letting his fingers expertly work the clasp on her bra. She felt his hard prick pressing against her tummy, leaving a light trail of warm liquid where it touched her skin and slid along.
"Pull your panties down," he said softly into her ear. Julie reached down without hesitation and slipped her fingers inside the elastic band and began sliding her panties down over her hips and along her smooth thighs. Tommy stepped back, his eyes caressing her soft cunt like tiny electric fingers.
Julie felt the urge to giggle, but managed to control herself when she saw the serious, animal look in his eyes. She stared back at him, her eyes darting from his to his giant cock which he was again stroking.
"I want to see that luscious cunt," he said. "Sit down somewhere and spread your legs."
It seemed only fair to Julie. After all, she was looking at his prick, staring at it. Why shouldn't he see her? And she was proud of her body. How many times had she secretly spread her legs before the bathroom mirror and stared into her vagina? She moved slowly to the chair near the coffee tabic and sat down. Then she lifted her knees, placing her feet flat on the table. Her thighs spread wide apart as Tommy moved around to stand before her.
"Hold it open," he said softly. His balls were already aching. The sight of her pink-lipped slit peeking through the blonde down was enough to drive him crazy.
Julie placed the fingers of both hands on either side of her vulva. It was exciting. Tommy waved his cock within inches of her body, sending shivers running through her body. And the touch of her own fingers on that sensitive area of her crotch made her tingle all over. She let her fingers work the lips of her vulva and she slowly spread them wide.
Tommy stared at the gorgeous slit opening like a blossoming flower. The outer lips were pink and moist, and inside it began to work to deeper and deeper shades of red. The wet flesh wrinkled into little folds that seemed to go up inside the warm cavern. Tiny beads of lubricant gleamed in the light and seemed to beckon to him. He fell to his knees and reached out with his hand to touch her warm crotch. She held it open while he ran the tips of his fingers gently around the soft, puffy lips. He straightened his middle finger and inserted it in the opening, pushing gently but firmly as it entered slowly.
"Oooohh!" she murmured as she felt his finger move up inside her. She'd never done that to herself. She'd been afraid to, but it felt so good! She watched it worm its way inside her, little shock waves of mixed pleasure and pain shooting through her. He stopped halfway in, working it in and out in delicious little movements that drove her out of her mind.
"Nooooo!" she protested as he quickly pulled his finger out of the warm sheath. She didn't want him to stop, but he did, pushing her thighs further apart and dropping his head into her lap. She felt his wet tongue begin tracing little streams down her thighs and around her soft pubic hair. She'd heard about this and she'd always wondered what it would be like. He was going to eat her!
His tongue flicked along her cuntlips, teasing and sending waves of pleasure racing up her spine. Just when she was about to scream to make him stop teasing, she felt his tongue slip inside the lips and make long swipes up and down the length of her slit.
Julie could feel his ears pressed into her thighs and she saw his blond head bobbing around in her lap. For some silly reason, she wanted to laugh. Or was it to cry? Everything inside her was welling to fever pitch.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned. His tongue had found her clitoris and he was licking it wildly. Julie had never experienced anything like this. It was the most delicious, spine-tingling, nerve-blasting feeling she had ever known. Her entire body quivered out of control, the muscles in her thighs jumping and her breasts heaving as she fought for her breath in short, sharp gasps.
Tommy was on a cloud, a deep, soft, mind-bending cloud that floated him around the room in total luxury. The sweet, salty taste of Julie's cunt permeated his mouth. It was like licking fresh honey. He wanted to go on like this forever, but the demanding ache growing in his balls wouldn't let him. He had to fuck this gorgeous creature, ram his prick deep inside her and pump his love into her in violent spurts.
"Now!" he said firmly, raising his body and pulling her to her feet to lead her to the couch. Julie was so close to orgasm that her whole body seemed to vibrate to his touch. He placed her on the couch on her back and pulled her legs up until her knees were pressing into her breasts. Then he quickly climbed on top of her and lunged his cock at the tiny opening in her crotch. His first jab hit her clitoris and she moaned with pleasure. He reared back and lunged again, this time holding his shaft and guiding it into her warm cunt. It held at the entrance for a moment, but Tommy jerked his strong hips and lunged it all the way up her.
"Aaauuggghhhh!" she screamed as his cock raced up her, breaking her hymen and bouncing off her uterus with force. There was pain, but it passed quickly and her body gave itself over to the marvelous feeling of his cock imbedded deep inside her.
She could feel every inch of his prick. The walls of her young cunt grasped it and held tight as he moved in and out with an ever increasing tempo. The slapping of his heavy balls against her ass seemed to set a beat, a cadence for their frantic fucking. She could feel his pubic hair twist and matt with hers as he dug his prick all the way into her with long, hard strokes that left her weak with passion.
She felt so helpless on her back with him looming above her, impaling her and nailing her to the couch with his huge cock. She felt like she was all cunt, one giant cunt open and ready to be fucked, and every nerve in her body was on fire with need. It engulfed her, holding her in its spell. Even her hard nipples being pressed into her knees seemed to tingle!
Tommy was no longer a man. He was a machine, a sex machine with its probe sunk deep inside a warm sheath. His trip was now more important than anything else in the world. It wasn't Julie beneath him, but all women, all cunts wanting a hard cock. Her face and blonde hair blurred into a soft, pastel blend of desire. He braced his feet against the end of the couch and brought his knees under him so that he increased his leverage.
His body pressed into hers until she felt her back arch up, exposing her cunt even more to his ravaging attack. She was doubled up into a ball, her pink slit stretched almost beyond its limits by the pole rammed into her. Julie felt her heart beat in tune with the slapping sound of his balls against her ass as he began rocking up and up like a pile driver out of control.
"Ooooohhhh! Yes, yes, yes!!!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
The words hung in the room for a moment. Julie couldn't believe they had come from her lips. She had never used that word. She'd heard other girls use it and always thought it was crude. But now she was an animal like the rest of them. No, not an animal, a human being-something it was about time she started being!
Tommy's control left him when she shouted that word. It was natural, yet from Julie's lips it seemed like a declaration. He had been working mechanically, building slowly to his orgasm, but now his control left him and he plunged into her with all his might in fast, short strokes that sent small explosions running through both of their bodies.
"Aaaahhhh!" Julie screamed, her nails digging into his back until they drew blood as she went into the grips of her climax. Her body heaved and twisted, skyrockets bursting before her tightly closed eyes. She was shaking and trembling, but she had no desire to control her body. It was like having all of her seventeen years explode in one fantastic minute.
Tommy felt her come, his own orgasm still moments away, and it increased the overwhelming desire and pleasure which held him in a vise-like grip. His balls ached, each slap against her upturned ass threatening to make him explode into tiny bits. Then it happened. He felt his cock jerk as his balls began pumping sperm deep inside her body. It was like an angry snake, a cobra weaving out of control and spitting venom.
"Christ!" he muttered, digging his prick deep inside her and letting it fire shots like a machine gun.
They remained like that, frozen in a moment of ecstasy. Then, slowly, their bodies unwound and Tommy let himself pull out of her.
"Oh, Tommy, I hate myself," Julie moaned.
"Why, baby? For doing what we're all born to do?"
"No! For missing all of this for so long!"
Tommy laughed, reaching for another joint and lighting it. He took a deep drag and then handed it to her.
"You don't want to come down off this great trip too soon, do you?" he asked when she looked at him questioningly.
Julie took a long drag and let her body relax. They stretched out together on the couch, their bodies deliciously intertwined, their minds in perfect communion. Julie had never felt so at peace with everything in her life. She was enveloped in a warm glow that seemed to caress every fiber of her being. Why had she waited so long? Look at all she had missed! And just because her hung-up parents wanted to make her like them. No wonder the kids all grooved!
Secretly, she told herself that most of it was Tommy. He was the one boy she could be this way with. Maybe that was old-fashioned, but that was the way she felt. He meant everything to her, was everything to her! She giggled out loud when she thought of him naked on a charging white stallion, his long cock hanging down and pressed against his thigh. It was silly, but he was her knight in shining armor.
"What's so funny?" he asked. "Nothing. I was just thinking about how much I loved you."
Tommy moved, a crease crossing his forehead.
"Look, baby, don't start in on love," he said softly. "That makes us sound like our parents, like adults who have to see love in everything. If you have to love something, love my cock the way I love your cunt. That's the big scene, that's grooving. Love is something that can turn into hate, and I could never hate you."
His words hurt, but Julie knew that they saw things differently. And how did she know she wasn't wrong about that, too? After all, look at how wrong she'd been about all of this! Anyway, this was something they could work out. What was really important was here and now, the way they enjoyed each other, the way they felt right this minute.
Tommy grabbed her hand and led it down to his limp penis, his fingers grasping hers and wrapping them around the long shaft.
"This is what you love, Julie baby," he said, squeezing her fingers so that they in turn caressed his prick.
It felt strange in her hand. She looked down and watched the head of the cock begin to emerge from the protective foreskin as she moved it in her hand slowly. Julie would never have believed that she would be doing this, yet it felt good and it excited her to feel the blood begin pumping back into his cock.
"Go down on it, baby," Tommy sighed.
"What?"
"Go down on it. Eat it, suck it, chew it, lick it. Give me some head."
Julie knew what he meant. She'd heard all about that from the other girls. They did it to their dates all the time, but Julie had always thought of it as something nasty, something perverted. But, after all, Tommy had eaten her! It was only fair that he wanted her to do the same to him, wasn't it?
She looked at his cock in her hand and tried to visualize it in her mouth. It was growing steadily larger and Julie couldn't imagine how she'd get it in her mouth when he was hard. No matter how she thought about it, Julie couldn't bring herself to do it. Everything in her revolted at the idea-even with Tommy.
"I ... I can't," she murmured. "Not now, Tommy. Maybe later, but not now."
"Later you'll be gobbling cocks like candysticks, baby, but I guess I can wait. Work me over with that velvet hand of yours, and I'll show you how we do it standing up. You want to try that?"
"I ... Will I like it?"
"You'll love it!"
His cock was almost hard in her hand now and Julie began stroking it like she'd seen him do it to himself. The head began oozing little drops of liquid. He had his hand down between her legs and had two fingers inserted inside her cunt.
Julie felt herself begin to drift out into space. She wanted to stay like this forever.
CHAPTER FOUR
"They took Jerry in last night," Pete said. "I heard," Tommy replied, leaning against a wall of the gym.
"They say he's going to juvenile."
"I heard."
"What's the matter with them, Tommy? They said he was causing a disturbance, but all he was doing was carrying a sign against the way things are run here at school. I don't get it."
"Me neither. It makes you want to walk along the street and kick every adult you see in the nuts, don't it?"
"Just carrying a sign. He wasn't doing a damned thing. Just carrying a sign, that's all."
A tall, thin boy with black hair hanging to his shoulders came over. He was chewing gum rapidly, but it was his only sign of nervousness. His body seemed relaxed and his shoulders stooped a bit as he settled against the wall.
"Hey, either of you guys know where I can get a job after school?" Paul asked.
"I thought you were working for old man Simpson at the furniture store," Pete replied.
"Yeah, weren't you helping load the trucks?" Tommy asked.
"Was. Not now. Old man Simpson fired me yesterday. He said I had to get a haircut if I wanted to keep working there. Said some of his customers complained about the way I looked."
"But you didn't work with his customers," Pete said. "You worked back on the dock, didn't you?"
"Right. That's the way I saw it, too. What the hell, he has no right to tell me how to wear my hair. I told him to take it and cram it, but I gotta find something else. My old lady needs the extra money since the old man drank himself into the hospital. You guys know where I can pick up some bread on a regular basis after school?"
"The bastard wanted you to cut your fucking hair!" Pete snarled. "Can you read that?"
"Carl said he was going to give up his paper route," Tommy said. "And they took Jerry in last night, so you might get his job down at the cafeteria."
"Say, that paper route of Carl's pays good," Paul said with real enthusiasm creeping into his voice. "I think I'll yak at him and see what the scene is. Thanks, Tommy."
Seeing the coach walking toward them, Pete and Tommy headed for a group making practice shots with a basketball. Tommy was tired. He'd been out half the night with a group of kids and he wanted to rest up during gym period, but he didn't want a hassle with the coach. He and Pete talked it up with the other boys and tried to look active.
What he really needed was to go home and get a good night's rest, but Tommy didn't want to have to sit there and listen to his parents fight. That's all they did, he thought, fight! And if they weren't fighting, they were bragging about how good somebody else's son was doing. "Joe's a doctor, a real doctor with a big practice-and only a year out of medical school!" He could hear his mother's whining voice now. Somebody's this or somebody's that, but they never even bothered asking him what he thought.
Tommy resented his father. His father was just a small-time insurance adjuster making barely enough to keep up the payments on the house and furniture, but he always had to have a new car-a fancy new car and fancy new suits. It kept the family broke.
He resented his mother even more for putting up with it and even encouraging it. She was the one who insisted he have what he needed for "his business." No other insurance adjuster dressed like his father and drove a new car, but his mother believed every word of it about being for "his business." When he began his annual new-car kick, Tommy's mother pretended excitement and encouraged him to get "a really nice one." Meanwhile, the family did without.
Except for booze. The family never did without booze. His father and mother would bomb themselves out of their heads as soon as the old man got home from work, and that's what started most of the fights.
His mother nagged Tommy about never coming home except for his meals and to change clothes, but Tommy didn't care. All he wanted was out of their way.
"You going to the happening tonight?" Pete asked as they walked home from school.
"You bet! I wouldn't miss that for anything. Everybody I've talked to will be there, and Jim said he had some wild new acid."
"Why not bring Julie? Or are you keeping that as private stock?" Pete joked.
"Oh, you know how Julie is, Pete. She's coming along, but it's slow, man, slow. She's not ready for a real happening yet. I talked her into a group grope two weeks ago and she hasn't gotten over that yet. She ended up with a guy on either side of her and a cock in each hand, and she blamed me for setting it up. I think she was mad because Jane was giving me some fantastic head."
"You ought to bring her along. Lots of guys would like a crack at that ass of hers."
"She's never tried acid, but I'll try to talk her into it."
Tommy was doubtful. Julie's one and only group sex experience had been at the group grope, and she'd made it plain that she didn't enjoy herself there. But, what the hell, he'd give it a try. He stopped at a phone booth on the corner and called her. Julie's voice upset him. It was obvious that she had been crying, and Tommy could hear her mother screaming in the background.
"Count me in. I'll meet you on the corner at eight," she sobbed and then hung up, leaving Tommy with an uneasy feeling.
Julie was perfectly composed when she met Tommy and she refused to tell him what had happened at home. He could see traces of the rings under her eyes, but he didn't press the matter.
"All I want to do is trip way out there, Tommy. Just promise me that and I'm yours for the night," she said firmly.
"You're on, baby. We'll try some acid tonight with the gang and that will really blast you."
"But what if I take a down-trip? I've heard some of the kids talk about a down-trip and I sure don't want that!"
"You won't sweetheart. I'll be there right by you, and I'll make it a real up-trip for you."
Just a few of the kids were there when they arrived: Mary, Ginger, Larry, Dave, Bill, Susan and Pete. Jim was hosting the party while his parents were out of town for a funeral. The stereo was on full blast and several couples were dancing.
"Hey, did you hear they hit Dave's old man with income-tax evasion?" Bill announced to everyone.
"If you're trying to get my goat, Bill, forget it!" Dave replied smiling. "The old bastard deserved it. Always making out like he was the pious one who didn't drink or smoke. He'd always hang a big fat flag in the window on flag day-and all the time he's screwing the government! He better not look to me for sympathy. Or to my mom, either. She caught him screwing the neighbor's wife. How about that? Old pious Pop put it to the government and the gal next door!"
Everyone laughed. Dave was a sullen boy, but they all liked him. Listening to someone else's problems made theirs seem easier to cope with. At least they didn't feel all alone with their problems.
The noise was deafening, but Julie closed her mind and withdrew into herself. She hesitated for a moment when Larry wanted her to dance with him, but then decided she was along for the party.
She was tense as she let herself be carried along with the music, and Julie's mind refused to concentrate on anything other than how mad she was at her mother. It had been coming to a boil for a long time, but this afternoon Julie truly learned the meaning of the phrase "generation gap." She simply couldn't communicate with her mother, and at this point Julie didn't care.
Others began drifting in and out of the room and Julie realized that half of her friends were at the party. She talked with some of the girls and traded jibes with the boys, all the while looking for Tommy. When she spied him he was coming out of the kitchen with Jim in tow.
"Baby, Jim's got some great acid," he said. "Let's go in one of the other rooms where it's quiet and take a real mind-bending trip!"
Julie had resisted his previous efforts to get her to try LSD, but tonight she was in a mood for anything. She hesitated, frightened by the things she had read and heard about LSD, and then told herself it would be all right with Tommy along. He'd keep her in tow, protect her from doing something bad.
Larry, Susan, and a girl Julie hardly knew named Patty joined them and went to one of the bedrooms at the rear of the house. Jim produced some small tablets and Tommy told Julie to chew hers slowly. They said that it would be a half-hour or more before anything happened, and they all sat on the floor or the edge of the twin beds and talked.
Julie felt strange, like she was waiting for a bomb to drop on her. Tommy told her to think of pleasant, happy things, so she tried to force everything about her parents out of her mind. She concentrated on the fun she'd had one summer when the family spent their vacation on a small island in Maine. It was a summer of sailboats, swimming, hiking through a dense forest. A summer of discovery. A good time. But her parents were involved in every scene, and she remembered the awful fight between her mother and father over some girl her mother suspected her father of having an affair with.
No, she'd think of something else! She had tuned out on the conversations floating around her. For some reason her patience was thin, on edge, and she felt above all the small talk. Her mind searched for something pleasant.
Julie blushed when she thought about the sex she had enjoyed with Tommy and she quickly darted her eyes around the room to see if anyone had noticed the color shoot to her cheeks. Well, she said to herself, that certainly was pleasant! Her mind drifted back to savor minute by minute some of those delicious moments they had shared together, moments when all of her cares were gone and her only concern was the aching demand of her body. She leaned back until her entire body was resting on the bed. Her eyelids dropped and she lifted her mind from its confined position in her body.
It was an odd sensation: colors, bright and vivid, began flowing before her eyes. Her body became a mass of hot prickles, yet somehow she was strangely removed from it all. She saw a figure moving toward her. Instinctively, Julie knew it was Tommy, but all she could see was a giant cock ambling up to her, wobbling on its hairy balls. She wanted to laugh, but she didn't want anyone to ask her what was so funny because she'd never be able to begin to explain it.
A loud sound of roaring laughter filled the room and Julie opened her eyes. Everyone was still lounging around as they had been, except for Larry who was standing in a corner of the room. His body was shaking in convulsions as he laughed and laughed. He beat his fists against the wall in a vain protest against the laughter which gripped his body.
Julie pulled herself up on her elbows and surveyed the others. It all had an unreal quality, like she was removed from her body and could see herself along with those around her. She noticed that Susan had her dress hiked up around her waist and her fingers were buried in her crotch. For a moment Julie was shocked. Then she remembered how she had done almost the same thing on her first grass trip with Tommy. She smiled, remembering how wonderful that had been.
A tingling sensation shot through her groin. She wished Tommy would come over and make love to her, strip her clothes off and fuck her! She looked around quickly to see where he was, and jealousy flooded her mind when she saw him staring at Susan with her hand in her cunt. Julie could see his hard cock pressing against his tight slacks.
So that excited him, did it! Well, she could show him more! Julie quickly pulled her skirt up and raised her body so she could slip her panties down and off. She spread her legs wide apart and reached down with her hand to begin massaging her clitoris. She wanted to shout, "Hey, look at me," but she kept silent as she stared at Tommy and continued playing with herself.
It was moments before Tommy took his eyes off of Susan's crotch and looked up to see Julie on the bed. His balls ached when he saw her thighs completely exposed and her cunt open before him.
Jim noticed it at the same time and stood up and began peeling his clothes off. He'd been careful not to take acid just in case something like this did happen. Jim had wanted a piece of Julie's lush ass for months, and this was his opportunity! His pants fell in circles around his feet and he quickly stepped out of them. Tommy watched Jim pull his shirt over his head and then drop his shorts, his long, thin cock springing out like a piece of hard steel. Jim knew Julie was Tommy's girl, but he also knew Tommy didn't give a damn.
He stared at the creamy thighs spread wide before him. God, she really has a body! he sighed to himself. Her cunt was covered with soft blonde hair, the pink slit clearly visible and dark slashes of red showing through as she manipulated her clitoris with her long tapered fingers. He wanted to see her tits, but that could wait for later.
Julie's eyes never left Tommy. The room seemed to sway now and then, and it was like a world of color swirled before her eyes, bathing everything in soft shades of pastel. Her body had reached a marvelous plane, that point where pleasure seemed to fill every pore. Why didn't Tommy come to her? She wanted his gorgeous cock!
She felt something push her hand away from her cunt, and before she could react she was filled with wave after wave of excitement as a tongue lapped her vulva and flicked teasingly against her clitoris. Her eyes drifted into focus and she could see a boy's head buried in her crotch. His ears were pressed against her thighs and his black hair seemed to frame the crest of her pubic mound. She wanted to reach down and push him away, but what he was doing was much too exciting to stop.
Julie looked back to Tommy and saw a moment's jealousy pierce his wide eyes. Good! That would teach him to look at another girl the way he had at Susan! Then she realized that he was moving slowly toward her, his hand busy unbuttoning his pants. He came around the end of the bed and stood above her, his cock now standing rigidly out in front of him.
A strange sensation flooded her body as she stared up at Tommy's cock. The tongue lapping at her cunt was driving her crazy, lifting her to a new and wonderful plane she had never experienced before. She could feel every pore of Jim's tongue as it wandered back and forth inside her vulva. It seemed like her skin, every nerve ending, was more sensitive than it had ever been before. And now she had a hunger she never would have believed. As she looked at Tommy's cock above her, Julie wanted it in her mouth!
This was something he'd tried to get her to do for him any number of times, but she'd never quite been able to bring herself to it. And now she actually wanted it!
"Tommy," she moaned.
He looked down at her and saw that she had her mouth wide-open and her tongue making little darting movements around her lips. Her eyes were pleading with him and he couldn't believe what he saw. This he'd wanted for a long time. He leaned down, placing his knees against the edge of the bed and bringing his cock within inches of her lovely face.
She reached up and grasped his penis in her hand and pulled it to her mouth. Her tongue shot out and began making tiny circles on the swollen head, licking like a child attacks an ice cream cone.
Jim's eyes caught all of this and he felt a tremendous ache spread through his balls as he watched Julie pull Tommy's cock into her mouth. He doubled his attack, spreading the lips of her cunt with his fingers and concentrating on her erect little clitoris.
"Wowwwww!" he uttered as he felt a warm, wet mouth catch his own cock. Susan had crawled across the floor and positioned herself on the floor beneath him. His cock was buried in the bed, but she managed to free it and pull it into her mouth.
Julie was now completely in a world of her own. She couldn't believe it, but Tommy's cock tasted like candy, sweet, hard candy that completely filled her mouth. It was wonderful to feel his hairy balls resting on her chin, the thick, wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against her mouth and down her throat. The tiny drops oozing from the tip seemed to forge life into her body, and Jim's tongue had her riding an electric current like she had never even dared dream existed.
Julie's mind lifted from her body and poised in the pastel air above the bed. She could see it all; Jim's head working feverishly in her crotch, Tommy's huge cock rammed into her mouth until her tender lips were stretched, even Susan's head buried beneath Jim's legs as she sucked his prick. Then she saw Larry come naked from the corner of the room and climb on top of Susan and begin fucking her on the floor while she sucked Jim's cock.
This was the most exciting, wonderful, marvelous thing that had ever happened to her! Why had she been a prude so long?
Jim couldn't take it any longer. He knew he would explode in Susan's mouth if he didn't move quickly. Pulling up, he managed to get his knees on the bed. Susan didn't want to let go of his prick, but he managed to get it out of her mouth, and he moved into a position between Julie's widespread legs. Her cheeks puffed as she sucked hard on Tommy's cock, and her eyes opened in a gorgeous expression of pure passion. Her hair was spread out over the bed and her breasts were heaving. Julie's hand flew down to her cunt when he pulled his mouth ,away, but Jim pushed it aside and aimed his prick at the inflamed opening.
"Uuugghhhh!" Julie moaned as she felt the hard prick jam her vagina. She hadn't expected it and the surprise jolted her body, yet she was filled with sheer pleasure. Tommy was holding her head now, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, and the feeling of having two large cocks inside her at once sent Julie's senses reeling.
Her legs shot up and encircled Jim's waist and Julie held on for dear life as he rode her without mercy. His hips jerked in swift thrusts as he nailed her to the bed with his prick, and Tommy caught the same rhythm so that they were both fucking in unison.
Colors swirled through her mind, bright purples, reds, greens, and soft shades of lavender and pink mixed and blurred as her body became animal in its demands. She could hear a loud bell clanging, its ring keeping time with the movements of the two boys using her body. It seemed like the bell was a part of her body-her heart. It consumed her and was all important, the very meaning of her being.
Then, as explosions began ripping through her body, Julie heard a deep drumbeat. It was in counter-balance to the bell which still filled her ears and mind, yet the level kept building until she was positive her entire body would explode and disintegrate. It would blow up with pieces of her flying to the ceiling. She could hear the drum break as the man beating it went through the fabric.
The cock in her mouth began swelling and then burst as stream after stream of white-hot sperm shot into her mouth. It hit her cheeks, cascaded off her teeth and flew down her throat in a molten river.
At the same instant, Julie felt Jim explode deep into her womb, his cock jumping and jerking as it spurted jet after jet deep inside her. For a moment she felt as if she was covered with balls. Tommy's balls were pressed hard into her chin, pumping furiously, expanding and contracting as he seemed to go on and on with his orgasm. Jim's balls were bouncing against the cheeks of her ass, some of his cum escaping from her vagina to coat their crotches so that there was a splashing sensation as he plunged on and on into her womb.
The two pricks jetting their love juice into her body triggered Julie's climax. She had reached a certain plane and remained there for what seemed like forever, but when she began her orgasm her body went into convulsions. Every nerve was on fire, tingling with electric sensations which sent her reeling. She dug her heels into Jim's back and skewered herself up on his cock with her back arched off the bed. Meanwhile she tried to literally swallow Tommy's cock, pulling it deep into her mouth and sucking it furiously.
Julie felt hands reach for her breasts and begin massaging her taut nipples, but she was beyond understanding at that point. Everything blurred and then a dark cloud descended and enveloped her. She could feel, but it was like everything was happening to someone else. Her body was there, but it didn't belong to her. She wanted to remain forever on the delicious cloud of warmth. It had never, never, never been like this before!
When she came to, Julie's body was limp. She was rolled up in a ball at the foot of the bed, her hands hanging down so that her fingertips touched the floor. She opened her eyes slowly and saw that the room was still bathed in those wonderful colors. She felt comfortable, warm, at peace with the world. It was like someone had lifted all of her problems from her mind and let her be a free, beautiful human being again!
She had to go to the bathroom. Julie knew she had to get up and find her way to the bathroom, but she didn't want to. Her body was comfortable the way it was and she didn't want to move. She looked around and saw strange sights. Right in front of her there was a human sandwich. It took her a while to make sense out of the arms and legs tangled on the floor, but soon she saw that Larry was on the bottom on his back. Susan was on top of him, also on her back. Julie could see Larry's cock sticking inside Susan's ass. It had to be her asshole because Jim was on top of her, impaling her cunt with his cock. They were giving it to her at the same time and from the moans escaping from Susan's lips she was enjoying every inch of those two pricks inside her.
Julie felt a movement on the bed behind her and turned to see who was there. It was Patty and Tommy eating each other at the same time. She watched Tommy's balls bounce as he slid his cock in and out of Patty's mouth in a slow, graceful fucking motion.
On impulse, Julie reached out and grasped Tommy's balls in her hand and began pumping them firmly while he increased his fucking tempo in Patty's mouth. Then she pulled herself up and crawled over to kneel behind him. Her face dropped down to nestle between the cheeks of his moving ass and her tongue darted out to course tenderly over the heavy sac.
Tommy pulled his head out of Patty's crotch and a bellow came from his lips. The two warm mouths were more than he could take.
"Holy Cowww!" he screeched as his balls exploded in Patty's mouth Julie had now pulled his entire sac into her warm mouth and her tongue was racing over the hard nuts as they began pulsating and pumping away.
Tommy fell over on his side, his body quaking out of control, Patty looked at Julie and smiled, then slowly moved across the bed. Without saying a word, Patty took Julie in her arms and brought her lips to Julie's mouth. Their tongues met and Julie felt Patty's hands begin working her body in expert, swift, demanding pinches and caresses.
She wanted to stop her, but her body was responding and her will was gone. Patty slowly dropped her head until she had one of Julie's breasts in her mouth, her teeth nibbling and teasing the already erect nipple. Julie felt strange. She didn't want this, yet her body was betraying her and reacting as it would with a boy. When Patty's expert tongue found its way between the lips of her cunt, Julie jerked and spread her legs wide to give the instrument of pleasure greater access.
She felt the same as when Jim had buried his face between her thighs. Every part of her body was supersensitive, raw nerves which burned and jumped with each touch. As Patty's tongue swirled around her labia and pushed against her clitoris, Julie felt herself climbing that marvelous magic ladder again.
And when she saw Patty's body begin moving around, she knew that she must return the wonderful thing Patty was giving her. She reached out and caressed Patty's mound as the other girl's body slid toward her, then pulled the thighs apart so that she could place her face between the young brunette's thighs. The odor of sex permeated her nostrils. It smelled both good and bad, like a combination of fish and perfume. It both excited and repelled Julie at the same moment, but she didn't hesitate to let her tongue course the entire length of Patty's cunt to savor the flavor of sex.
Julie prided herself on being calmly detached from it all for a few minutes. She was acting and reacting mechanically, until her passion gripped her body and she became an animal consumed with an overwhelming desire to satisfy the burning demands between her legs.
The two girls moaned and twisted on the bed, their mouths never leaving each other's cunts. Neither noticed that a small grinning crowd now surrounded them, watching every movement. They were so engulfed in their passion that they could concentrate on nothing except their desire to bring each other to that fantastic moment when the body would melt.
"Jesus," Jim said in awe, "would you look at that! They really mean it, baby!"
"I'm next!" Susan announced. "Just in case any of you boys have any ideas, forget it. I have to taste a little of that myself."
"Go, go, GO!" Larry chanted and the rest chimed in.
Julie was dimly aware of the sounds behind her, but she was too far gone to realize what was happening. Patty had her clitoris in her mouth and was chewing it like a piece of taffy. The sensation was so overwhelming Julie thought she would pass out. She held on with that thought that she would break Patty's will first, her tongue now ramming in and out of the wet cunt before her like a piston.
Then it happened. They both came and their bodies went limp. The group cheered, but neither girl heard the sounds. They were beyond caring, beyond any feeling whatsoever. Both were unconscious.
Julie's nightmare was beyond all comprehension, and when she regained consciousness she wasn't able to remember anything except a feeling of terror, a feeling that she was unclean. She started sobbing and Tommy took her in his arms and comforted her. After a while they dressed and left the scene, both dead tired and both dreading having to go home.
CHAPTER FIVE
Julie missed her period and was frightened to death that she was pregnant. Thoughts of disgrace she would bring on herself and her family filled her mind night and day, and she began working out how she could have an abortion without anyone finding cut. The worst part of it all was that she had finally become accepted as a member of the gang at school. They asked her to all their parties and she felt like she truly belonged.
She knew she should tell Tommy, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it. Tommy didn't have any money, and, after all, how did they know it was his child? It could have been any one of five or six boys who fathered this unborn child!
Her anxiety affected every facet of her life, but Julie refused to tell anyone what was bothering her. Then, one magic afternoon, she felt the cramps coming and rushed home. Although it was the worst period she had ever experienced, Julie blessed every moment of it. And with this came the resolve that she would immediately begin using the pill.
Harold Ackerman worked at the drug store and he had been after her for a date for months. He was crude, always talking about sex, and he'd made it plain that he wanted to lay her. She didn't like him, but he did work at the drug store and could be the key to getting the pill.
When she stopped by to talk to him, Harold was all over himself and anxious to take her out. He propositioned her and she in turn propositioned him. She said she'd go out with him only if he agreed to give her a regular supply of the pills, and only after she'd been on the pills for thirty days. For a moment she thought he would turn her down, but he reluctantly agreed and brought her a box with a phony prescription number on it so she could have it refilled.
Julie felt bad about trading her body that way, but she had already decided that she was not going to quit the fun she had found simply because of one simple scare. She also decided that before she'd continue she'd have to take precautions of her own, so her deal with Harold was made out of necessity.
Then the tragedy with Tommy broke into her life with full force. Tommy's father died suddenly, the victim of a hit and run driver on Lexington Avenue. Tommy was late for a date and Julie walked over to his house to see what was keeping him. She found him on the front porch, staring into space, his eyes red and blurred. Behind him, in the living room, Julie could hear Tommy's mother sobbing loudly. She asked Tommy what had happened and when he told her she sat down next to him on the porch and held his arm in silence. They sat for a long while that way, and then Tommy stood up.
"It's not the old man so much," he said quietly. "You should understand that. It's just that we don't have a thing. He didn't carry any insurance, except for a small policy that will just about bury him. I guess I'll have to quit school and get a job."
He stopped for a moment, staring out at the stree then continued. "Look, Julie, I've got a lot thinking to do. We'd better skip the happening tonight...."
"I understand, honey," she replied softly. "I'll go now, but please call me if there is anything I can do to help. I mean that."
"Thanks, Julie," he replied as he turned and walked dejectedly into the house.
Julie saw him at the funeral, dressed in a dark-blue blazer with a black tie and pants, but then she didn't see him for what seemed like weeks and weeks. Tommy stayed in school-his mother insisted on that-but he left immediately after the bell and went to work in a large warehouse of an uptown tire distributor. At school everybody admired and felt sorry for Tommy.
Tommy felt sorry for himself. He hated his job with a passion. With luck he could pull in fifteen dollars a week, and that didn't net him much. His boss was a slave driver who yelled at him from the moment he arrived until he left to go home.
His mother was earning about fifty dollars a week helping out in a friend's drug store, and between them they barely had enough to make all the payments. They wanted to sell the car, but Tommy learned that they owed more on it than it was worth. Every night he felt as though he was sinking in quicksand. He could feel it working its way up his neck and threatening to cover his mouth and nose, and sometimes he even woke up screaming from his private nightmare.
Cat had been working slowly, very cautiously.
The assignment Black Louie had handed him was touchy, and Black Louie wanted it handled carefully. He'd heard about Tommy from one of the other kids at school and he began asking questions. Everything sounded perfect, so Cat traced him to the tire distributor's, and, having a new tire installed on his old car, struck up a conversation with the tall blond boy who worked in the warehouse. They traded small talk for a while and then Cat put his plan into action.
"Say," he said casually, "you don't happen to have a joint, do you? I ran out yesterday and I've been looking everywhere."
Tommy sized the slender Negro up quickly. This obviously wasn't a plant, just a man who needed a joint.
"Sure. I've got a couple of extras in my other clothes. Wait a minute and I'll get you one."
Cat smiled to himself while the tall youth made his way back to the rest room in the warehouse. When he returned he handed Cat a reefer wrapped in wax paper.
"That's damned good of you, boy. Here-here's five for your trouble."
Tommy was sorely tempted by the crisp five-dollar bill. That represented a third of what he made each week. But it wasn't fair. Tommy only paid about fifty cents for the joint.
"No, that's okay," Tommy said. "You do the same for me some time."
"Don't be silly, you had to pay for it," Cat responded, placing the five-dollar bill in Tommy's pocket.
"But I only paid fifty cents or so," Tommy protested.
"Well, you got a better supply than I have, boy," Cat said with a large smile creasing his mouth. "I have to pay anywhere from two to five bucks for a joint. You kids have it made, believe me. Listen, I've got an idea. Why don't you buy for me? I'll pay you a buck and a half a joint, and I'll be way ahead. You buy me twenty a week and you'll pick up some extra money."
"You mean you'll buy twenty at a buck and a half from me every week?" Tommy asked incredulously.
"You bet, and I'll be saving plenty of money. Can you do it?"
"Sure."
"Okay, I'll drop back here next Thursday afternoon and pick up the first ones-right?"
"You've got yourself a deal."
At first, Tommy could hardly believe his good fortune. Cat picked up on Thursday, and then again on the following Monday. Tommy made twenty dollars each time, and he told his mother he was being paid for some overtime. To keep this straight, he went to some of the happenings after work so that his mother wouldn't wonder about his extra time.
Cat picked up three times a week for several weeks and Tommy secretly paid off some of the debts to ease the pressure on the family. If he could only get rid of the car, he'd be able to quit the tire distributor and look for a better job somewhere. He told Cat about the car, asking if he knew anyone who'd like to just take up the payments and get the thing off his back.
"I think I know just the man for that," Cat smiled. "And it might work out real good for you. This guy carries a lot of juice and he's got a new product he's trying to get started. Maybe you can work into something."
"What kind of a new product?" Tommy asked.
"Well, it's secret right now, but you kids turn on with acid, don't you?"
Tommy nodded, wondering what this was all about and hoping that maybe he had found an answer for the family car.
"This product is like acid, only much better," Cat continued, lowering his voice dramatically. "It's the most for turning on, and you don't have down-trips like you do on acid. My friend needs someone to distribute among the kids in this area. Maybe you and him could work something out. You'd be making some big money, much more than what you're turning now."
"Gee, I don't know," Tommy replied. "The police are really after anybody with pot or acid."
"Well, you supply me pot, don't you?"
"That's different; we're friends."
"And you'd be supplying only your friends with this new product. It's the same thing. Sure, there's a risk involved. If there wasn't, there wouldn't be no big money. Only it's no more of a risk than you take with me. You like pot and acid, don't you?"
"Sure."
"Well, screw the fuzz. You take what you like now, so why worry about them when you have a chance to make some real money. My friend tells me a smart kid here in this area could pull in two hundred or better a week as profit."
A whistle escaped Tommy's pursed lips as he digested what Cat was saying. With that kind of money he could get some of the things he'd always wanted, and he'd be able to clean up some of his father's debts. That was a must because Tommy had no intention of staying home the rest of his life working to pay for the crazy things his mother wanted. His goal was to get everything paid off and then let her make it alone on what she earned. Maybe this could be what he'd dreamed about!
"And you'd be helping your friends," Cat continued. "They'll love this new product. It's the wildest!"
"You think this friend of yours would really take over the payments on our car?"
"I'm almost positive of it. I'll talk to him about it tonight. You write down the make, year, all the extras, and how much the payments are and how long they go on. I'll tell him and we'll see if he's interested, okay?"
The next afternoon Cat drove up and parked beside the warehouse, honking for Tommy to come out.
"It's all set," Cat said as Tommy walked up to the car. "My friend said he wants to see the car. You know, look it over and drive it a block or two. If he likes it, he'll make a deal with you."
"That's great!"
"He's over at his office now," Cat said. "You want me to run it over there and let him look at it now?"
"Could you? I mean, old hairy ass here won't let me off for a minute,"
"Be glad to. And I'll be back in less than thirty minutes."
True to his word, Cat arrived back in twenty minutes. He waited until Tommy's boss walked up to the main office and then beckoned to Tommy.
"You're in luck! He loves the car. My friend went over the payments and said that it wouldn't be fair to you to just take over. He gave me a hundred dollars to give you for your equity and he also gave me the first payment. He said he'd leave it in your father's name for a month or two while he gets some things straightened out, but he'll give you the payments so you know it's getting paid for. How's that sound?"
Tommy beamed. "Like something from heaven! I didn't expect to get anything for our equity, but we can sure use the money!"
Cat handed him the crisp one hundred-dollar bill and the envelope with the payment. A feeling of relief flooded Tommy's body and he couldn't believe his luck.
"I can't tell you how much this means to me," he said to Cat. "And look, you should get part of this hundred dollars. You helped me make the deal."
"No, that's okay, kid. Glad to help. You and my friend both came out good on this deal. Oh, by the way, my friend asked if you'd be interested in taking on his product for your friends."
"Look, sure, I'll give it a go. I'd like to help him, and I'd like to make some extra money. I just can't guarantee how much good I'll do him."
"Just try it, that's all he asks," Cat replied. "Look, he gave me some packages in case you'd try it. You have to pay for them in advance, but if you on't sell them he'll give you your money back. He knows you're just giving it a try and he'll play along with you until you see if you like the deal. The thing is, his production is low while he's getting started, so don't use the stuff yourself. You can get your kicks like I do with pot. Once he gets everything set up, there will be plenty for you, too. Okay?"
"Whatever you say," Tommy replied, still basking in all the luck this slender Negro had brought him. Just wait until he told his mother about getting rid of the car! She'd really like that!
Cat explained how the product was used and showed him the price schedule. Tommy's investment was seventy-five dollars for the first load he received, and he'd get back two hundred twenty-five dollars if he sold it all!
"I'll give you a little tip," Cat said in a low voice. "My friend says that this stuff is great for gals you want to lay. When they get out there on a trip you can do whatever you want to them. Even professional virgins take dick on this stuff!"
"No kidding!"
"That's what the man said."
"I know a few chicks who need this," Tommy laughed.
"Give them a little at a time over a week or two. Then you can have whatever you want, believe me."
"The only thing I'm worried about is the price. Five bucks a pop is high. Some of the kids just don't have that kind of bread."
"Let them stick to pot, then. Others can afford it, and when they see how great it is, they'll be regular customers. Man, you can have a bad case of the blues and this stuff will lift right up there! They'll pay."
"Like I said, I'll give it a try. When does your friend want me to deliver the car?"
"I'll take it back to him now and hook a ride back for my car, if that's okay with you," Cat replied.
"Great! Maybe I can get off early and you can give me a ride home."
"Okay. See you in about an hour."
Tommy's mother received the news of the sale of the car calmly, much to Tommy's surprise. He thought she'd be happy, getting rid of the big payment helped their budget a lot. But she didn't seem to care that much. She even said that she hated to see it go because it was a reminder of his father. Tommy shrugged his shoulders, firming his resolve to break away from his mother as soon as he could get all the family debts taken care of. She was drunk almost every night now, and usually morose.
He didn't mention the hundred dollars he'd received. He'd already given Cat seventy-five of it back to pay for the product he received, and his mother would only have spent the other twenty-five on booze.
In fact, Tommy had made up his mind not to say anything at all about what he was doing. If it worked out like Cat said it would, he'd use the money he earned to pay off the debts quietly. As soon as that was done, he'd find a place of his own and tell his mother she was on her own.
He desperately wanted to quit his job at the warehouse, but he wanted to wait and see if he could make this other thing turn into something. With what he picked up from Cat each week and his salary, Tommy was doing well. He didn't want to take any chances with what he already had.
The next afternoon proved him right on one count. You couldn't count on anything certain. Cat had dropped by the warehouse and told him this would be his last pot pick up. He'd found a guy who'd sell it to him by the kilo, for less than Tommy was paying.
"No hard feelings, kid," Cat grinned. "You really helped me out, but with this new deal I could almost sell to you and make a profit! Can't blame a guy for making the best of a deal like this!"
"Listen, you've been great to me," Tommy replied. "I don't blame you a bit for making the best deal you can. Hell, maybe I'll buy some from you now. Lots of the kids use pot, so maybe we can pick up a buck or two together."
"That's small change, Tommy. With the deal you've got with my friend, you don't want to mess around with nickels and dimes. You can make two or three hundred a week with my friend's deal. If you want a few joints for your own use, I'll see if I can't take care of you. But get on that other deal, that's where the money is!"
Tommy was depressed the rest of the afternoon. Oh, he didn't blame Cat for getting a better deal. He'd have done the same thing for himself. But Cat's extra twenty or thirty dollars a week was something he depended on. It made a big difference in his budget. In less than three weeks he'd grown accustomed to the money.
Gradually, Tommy's mind came to the little packages Cat had sold him. Maybe Cat was right. Maybe this was the answer. Cat had been right about everything else. And if he could pull in two hundred dollars a week he'd be able to tell his boss to kiss his ass!
Success was so important to Tommy he began thinking of the best way to get all of this started. He was still worried about the price. Some of the kids would balk at that. For a while he considered giving this first set away, letting the kids try it for nothing to see how they liked it. But that wouldn't work because Cat said that he had to pay in advance for his merchandise, so he wouldn't be able to buy the second lot if the kids wanted it. Maybe he'd let them try it at his cost, telling them it was a one-time introductory offer.
Yeah, that was it! That way it wouldn't cost them much, and if they liked it they could decide whether or not they wanted to pay the price!
Tommy went home whistling, never realizing that he had been placed in a corner with a carefully laid out and executed plan. It all seemed like circumstance to him. The fact that Cat had played this like a master hand of poker had never entered Tommy's mind.
CHAPTER SIX
Tommy sat there as a bystander, eagerly awaiting the results. He looked around the room and watched each of the gang carefully. Much to his surprise, he had no trouble getting his friends to try something new for tripping out. They trusted him, and they were always looking for something new to turn on with. Tommy offered them his special introductory price and no one balked.
They were in Jim's house again, everybody waiting for the product to take hold. Tommy had all he could do to hold his anxiety, to keep them from seeing how worried he was.
"Hey man, this is real cool!" Jim said. "It's like the most. I feel like Superman-Clark Kent, that's me!"
"Groovy!" chimed in Ed. "I didn't think anything was going to happen, then whoppppooooo!"
Tommy glanced around the room, relief showing in his eyes. It was obvious that they liked it, those who had reacted, anyway. He looked carefully at the others and noticed a glazed expression in their eyes. They were tripping-out quietly, enjoying a scene all their own.
Tommy felt all alone. The others all looked so peaceful, so happy. It wasn't like acid. They were basically quiet, tranquil. No noise, no loud yelling, laughing or crying.
He particularly noticed Barney. Barney had come in a bad mood. He'd found out he was flunking his senior year that afternoon, and his girl quit him to run off with another guy in Florida. When he arrived, Barney was downcast. Lines creased his forehead and his eyes were as cold and hard as steel. Now, Barney looked like a completely different person! His face was bright and cheerful, his forehead smooth and his lips turned up in a happy grin. He was laughing, kidding Jim and some others, and one would never believe that he had a care in the world.
Tommy was impressed by the dramatic change and walked over to talk to Barney.
"Say, man, I was sorry to hear that they're giving you the yellow treatment at school," Tommy said.
"So what?" Barney replied. "What's school but a bad scene, anyway? I don't need that crap. Sure, it had me down, but what the hell, it isn't that big a thing."
"How do you like the new stuff?" Tommy asked.
"It's the greatest! I came in feeling like batshit, and that stuff really turned me on. You ought to try it!"
"You like it better than acid?"
"You bet! Acid scares the hell out of me. Every time I use it I worry about what kind of trip it's going to be. Man, some of those bad trips are murder! If I'd taken acid this afternoon, I'd have run the streets screaming, believe me. You have to be in a certain mood for that stuff. And pot isn't strong enough. I had some hash a few days ago, and that was really great. It's almost as good as this, but it's damned expensive. This is really cool, Tommy, you can count on me for a customer...."
"Hey, Tommy!" Jim yelled across the room "You got any more of this wild stuff? I want some packs to take home with me."
Tommy had told them that he didn't have enough for himself, and it was true. With all he'd sold here tonight and the few samples he'd given some other friends, his original stock from Cat was used up. He still had the twenty-five bucks left from the car deal, and with what he'd picked up tonight he'd have enough to get another load from Cat.
"Haven't got a thing left, Jim," he replied, "but I think I can get some tomorrow. Remember, it'll be five bucks a packet when I get this next load."
"So who cares about price, Tommy? We're millionaires, didn't you know?"
They all laughed and Tommy joined them. With this his major objection overcome, Tommy could actually begin to see himself making some money like Cat had said he would.
But it was three days before Cat came to the warehouse again. Two or three of the kids asked for more, but they were patient when Tommy had to put them off. He'd made a mental note to find out where he could locate Cat when he needed extra supplies.
"Well, it's kind of tough, Tommy. You know how it is. I'm here and there all day long, so catching me on the phone isn't easy. I'll give you a number. I'm never there, but you just tell whoever answers that Tommy wants to see Cat. They'll get the message to me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. How many regular customers have you got now?"
Tommy explained about the party at Jim's and how he'd given some to some of his friends. Then he explained his idea of the introductory price to get them to try it.
"Say, kid, that's good! I like that. I may even pass that on to my friend so he can tell some of his other distributors. Maybe I can even get him to give you a special deal on the price if you want to try that with some other groups."
Cat gave Tommy a manila envelope filled with the small celophane packets and Tommy handed him the seventy-five dollars.
"My friend told me to give you some advice, Tommy," Cat said as he started his engine and threw the car into gear. "Don't sell on credit to anyone. That's the easiest way to go out of business and get into trouble. If they want it, they have to pay for it. And that applies to your friends as well. You start giving credit and you'll be out of business before you make a dime. People don't like to pay for their fun after they've had it. Keep that in mind."
"If I don't get paid, I can't buy," Tommy replied. "That's just good business. I'll watch it ... And, listen, thank your friend for giving me this opportunity. If it all goes well-and it sure looks like it will-I'll be buying from you twice or three times a week-maybe even more. Then I can junk this lousy scene here."
"I hope you buy ten times a week, Tommy. My friend gives me a few bucks too. You get going good and you won't need this job at all. Why not spread it around to other groups? The more you have going for you the more you'll make in the end."
Tommy felt the car begin to back out and suddenly thought of an important question he'd meant to ask Cat.
"Hey," he said, walking backward with the car, "what do you call this stuff? Some of the kids asked me the other night."
Cat looked at him for a long minute before replying.
"Oh, they call it lots of names. Why don't you just call it 'lightning' to keep it simple and easy to remember."
"Lightning? Hey, that sounds good! Okay, Cat, see you around."
Tommy could hardly believe it, but he had sold out his entire load after he'd made only seven phone calls to tell people he had more. Jim wanted ten packets and Tommy thought Jim would back down when he realized that cost fifty dollars, but Jim had the money ready for him when he dropped by to deliver. Ed and Barney each bought twenty-five dollars' worth and Tommy was sold out by nine o'clock that evening, his pocket bulging with two hundred twenty-five dollars. He was tempted to quit his job at the warehouse the next day, but he decided that he'd play it safe and wait a week or more to see how this held up.
What surprised him was how much money the kids had. He'd always thought that the rest were as broke as he was. He'd always managed to scrape together enough bread for pot and movies, but there was never any real money available. And to hear the others talk, they had the same problem.
Now, when he was on the other end, he found out they had all the money they wanted. Imagine Jim being able to lay out fifty dollars like that!
The next day he called the number Cat had given him and asked the man who answered to have Cat contact him at the warehouse. It was almost six before Cat drove up.
"I was beginning to wonder if you got my message," Tommy said.
"Yeah, I got it. I was busy, that's all. What's on your mind?"
"I need more lightning. Sold out last night."
"The whole shipment?"
"Right. How about a double order this time so I won't bother you so often?"
"Can't do that this week. My friend is having some production problems. I'll get you a regular order now, and maybe by the end of the week I'll be able to double up for you."
"Whatever you say, but I sure hope there's no shortage. I plan to get out tomorrow and hit some other groups with my special offer. Maybe I ought to hold back."
Cat looked at him closely to see if he was giving him the needle. Tommy's face was serious and obviously sincere.
"Look, Tommy, I'll talk to my friend and see if he won't double up for you tonight. He liked your idea and I know he won't want to hold you back any. He's just had a few production problems. I'm sure he can spare whatever you need, and he'll want you out working the other groups. I'll be back in an hour, okay?"
When Cat came back he had good news. His friend had agreed to double the order and give Tommy the second load for promotional purposes without cost. He said he wouldn't be able to do it again, but he liked Tommy's attitude.
Tommy spent the next afternoon with the finance company, discussing his father's account and how it could be paid off. He made an initial payment of one hundred dollars and drove a hard bargain on the balance. The loan company manager admired him for his desire to work out the debt and offered to make a 20 percent discount, provided Tommy was able to retire the account entirely in sixty days.
That night he enlisted Jim's help and set out to get his new product into groups from other high schools in the neighborhood. It took the two of them most of the evening to make their connections, but Jim was a big help in convincing others they should try it. Tommy told them he'd drop back in a few days to see if they liked it and wanted more.
Then he called some boys he knew were using acid regularly and made an arrangement for them to try his product on the same basis. After all of this was finished, Tommy still had most of his original order. He called some of his friends to see if they needed more and was disappointed to find most of them weren't home.
Two days later, Tommy still had his stock. He realized that he had been a little optimistic in his second order, and he was glad he hadn't given up his job at the warehouse. Cat dropped by to see him and Tommy told him things were slow.
"It takes time, Tommy. You have to be patient.
You keep up what you've been doing and before long you'll be making four or five hundred bucks a week. You gotta let the stuff get around."
That weekend Tommy made the rounds of all the kids he had placed his samples with. He was immediately encouraged. Almost without exception they bought from him at his regular price. By Saturday afternoon, he was completely sold out again. And before he could call Cat, some of his friends began dropping by to get some more "lightning".
When Cat finally met him just before closing time at the warehouse, Tommy ordered a triple shipment. He had almost a double shipment sold and wanted the rest for stock. Cat was pleased and encouraged him to keep up the work.
That Monday, Tommy paid the finance company two hundred fifty dollars and made a fifty-dollar payment to the clothing store where his father had his account. Twice that day he almost quit his job, but he held off to see if this would last for him He tolerated his boss with all the patience he could muster.
It stayed the same for the next three weeks, his business going up and down in spurts. Tommy kept spreading the circle of his users, setting aside twenty-five dollars' worth of his merchandise at cost each week for just this purpose. And as the circle widened, so did his business. Every extra dollar he could save went to paying off the family debts. The finance company was last, but Tommy had the others paid off before the month ended.
What surprised him was that not once was he approached with a request for credit. He just couldn't understand where the kids got all the money they had. Each one had a different story; they'd conned it out of their parents, made it doing odd jobs, borrowed from a relative or close friend, or had slipped it out of the old man's wallet at night.
The happiest day in Tommy's new career was when he finally decided he could quit the warehouse. His sales were now averaging two shipments a week, earning him over four hundred dollars. In two more weeks the finance company would be paid off and Tommy would be able to begin saving the money to strike out on his own and find a nice pad somewhere. He'd get some decent clothes and maybe even buy a Honda.
A couple of disturbing signs were already apparent, but Tommy was too busy and too happy to notice. Ed, one of the first to try the new product, came to him one day complaining of being sick.
"Man," Ed said, "I don't know what it is, but my stomach has really been on the bum today. I've tossed my cookies a couple of times and I haven't eaten a damned thing!"
"Maybe you've got the bug, baby," Tommy said with a laugh.
"Yeah, that's probably it. You got any lightning? Maybe a trip would make me feel better. I haven't been on one for a week or more."
The next day Ed saw Tommy in school and told him he felt much better, that lightning was better than any medicine. He bought fifty dollars' worth, just to keep on hand.
Jim asked Tommy for credit, and it hurt Tommy to turn him down. After all, Jim had really helped him get the whole thing started. He gave Jim the story he had prepared about being broke and not able to buy unless he sold for cash. That same night Jim brought him one hundred dollars and bought his last twenty packets. When Tommy asked him where he got the bread, Jim refused to say anything. He just winked.
Tommy read about a service station holdup in the neighborhood the next morning. The paper reported the holdup man was masked, but the victim said he was young, in his teens. Tommy suspected but never knew that Jim was somehow involved in this. He hoped against hope that he was wrong!
Another situation was obviously brewing and Tommy had to make a decision. His friends all wanted him to join in on their happenings. He'd been too busy at first, and then there was the warning from Cat not to use the product himself. Cat had brought that up five or six times and Tommy respected his judgment. But now that the pressure was on, Tommy decided he would join in on the fun-using pot instead of his own product. Cat had kept him regularly supplied with enough pot for his own use, and Tommy was certain he could fake it at a happening.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Almost everybody was there-at least twenty of Tommy's friends and customers. He was glad he'd decided to come. He sat by an open window, a precaution he'd learned long ago when he was smoking pot. If by chance adults came, or there was a raid of any kind, the open window carried the telltale smoke away, and also provided an excellent means of ditching the evidence. At first it had been a studied thing; now it was mechanical, something he did without even thinking about it.
Everybody was rapping and grooving in a great manner. Music, loud and with that fantastic new beat, filled the room, and Helen and Dave, the hosts, had set up a color spinner off in a corner so that the room was bathed in a constantly changing color show of its own.
Tommy was dragging carefully on his joint. This new stuff Cat had been supplying him was about as pure as it came and could blast him right out of his mind if he wasn't careful. Cat was proud of it, calling it better than Acapulco Gold.
He could feel the glow coming on, but he wanted to hold back to be able to see how the gang reacted to his product. He'd been so busy he'd only had a few chances to see kids trip out with his product, and something inside him sensed that this was important. Some of the guys had told him, for instance, that what Cat said about using the product on the professional virgin-type girl was true. They didn't go crazy about sex, but they'd let you do what you wanted to them-and that was what counted.
Julie was there, and this was the first time they had been to a party together in weeks. She hadn't gone to any because Tommy had been busy, but she'd been anxious when he called her and asked her to come to this one with him. Tommy tried to get her to use pot with him, but she insisted on trying the new stuff. The kids had all been talking it up and she was curious to see what it was like. Julie liked to really trip out when she went, but she was still a little afraid of acid. The new stuff sounded perfect to her, and when Tommy had offered to give her pot, she thought he was holding out because of money and she offered to buy a packet from him.
This infuriated him, and he quickly gave her a packet. At the same time, however, Tommy wished she was using pot with him. Deep down inside him Tommy had some deep reservations about his own product. It all centered on Cat's continued warnings not to use the stuff personally.
Only now and then did this break through to Tommy's conscious mind as a nagging concern which bothered him briefly and then was washed away with the thoughts of how much money he was making and how all of this was rapidly changing his life for the better. After all, the finance company was almost paid off, and this was something he could never have accomplished until he'd actually quit school and gone to work full-time.
"Remember what you told me about how this stuff took care of the tight gals?" Jim said, coming over to sit by Tommy for a minute. "Yeah, had any luck?"
"Plenty! It never fails, man. Why don't you take a shot at Claudia? She's here. You won't believe what a difference it makes!"
Claudia was a pretty girl in a vital, vibrant way. All the boys in Tommy's group had tried to make her at one time or another, all with an equal lack of success. She had an animal quality which fascinated all men. When she spoke, her eyes dilated, bulging out in huge white orbs, and her lips pulled back over her teeth. Even her nostrils flared a little and her face became very animated.
She was tiny, about five-foot-two, with small but pointed breasts, beautiful legs and a saucy tail that swished under her dress as she walked. Her hair was deep auburn, worn in a flip that came just above her shoulders. Claudia had a fierce look which made her appear very sensual. She was more attractive than pretty, but her animation was magnetic.
Her animation carried over to her physical reactions. All of the boys traded stories about how she had scratched them or shoved her knee hard into their crotch when they made a pass at her. She would not permit even mild petting, and if a boy placed his hand on her breast he was sure to be bitten or scratched. If he attempted to go further, he was in for real trouble.
Several times boys had tried to make love to Claudia while she was on a pot trip, but she was even more adamant about her virginity than normally. Tommy and the rest had long waited for the opportunity to get at her, and some had even discussed raping her.
"Think she would?" Tommy asked.
"No doubt about it," Jim replied. "Just give her a half-hour more and she'll be ready. Believe me, it never fails with this stuff of yours. She won't give you any trouble at all."
"No, but Julie might," Tommy said. "She can get pretty jealous."
"Let's get a small orgy going, then," Jim suggested. "Julie makes it in the orgy, and she won't care if you bang Claudia. I'll let you have firsts because you found this great stuff. Look at Helen, she's ready. I'll get it started with her. She's great on a blow job!"
They both looked over at Helen who was standing near the door to the kitchen. Her brother, Dave, was behind her, talking to some of the guys. Helen's eyes had a glazed look and her body looked limp. Jim got up and walked slowly over to her, putting his arms around her and pulling her close for a kiss. Tommy watched, his groin tingling and swelling, as their bodies began weaving in time with the music.
Soon Jim had his hands on Helen's shoulders, forcing her to the floor on her knees before him. She didn't need any urging. As Jim unzipped his slacks, she reached in and pulled his semi-erect prick out. She leaned forward and her tongue darted out of her mouth to lick the long member. At the beginning nobody seemed to pay much attention to them. Helen had crawled forward now to where she had her body perched between his slightly bowed knees. Her face was pressed into his crotch, his cock sunk deep into her throat. Helen moved her head in and out as she bobbed the long member between her lips.
Several others noticed what was going on and formed a semicircle around them to watch. While they watched, some of the boys began undressing the girls.
To Tommy, everything seemed in slow motion. No one moved quickly, yet each movement was deliberate. He saw Julie in the circle with Bob Benson next to her. Bob had Julie's tits cupped in his hands and was massaging them slowly while they both watched Helen suck Jim's cock.
Julie slowly dropped to her knees and took Bob's cock out of his pants to imitate what Helen was doing to Jim. Bob had a hard-on and Julie seemed to worship it once she had it free of the confinement of his slacks. She pressed her head forward and began nuzzling the hard prick before she started licking it with long, wet strokes.
Tommy felt his balls jump when he saw Julie take Bob's prick in her mouth. Others reacted much the same and soon most were naked and locked in some form of sexual embrace. Claudia was standing near the circle around Helen and Jim, a blank, glazed look on her face. Tommy watched her for a moment, her hard breasts jutting out like two beacons beckoning to him. The marijuana had a good grip on him and Tommy felt like he was floating. He quickly slipped out of his clothes and made his way over to Claudia.
Claudia saw him coming, his nudity repelling her, but she made no move. For some reason, Claudia realized she didn't care. She was at complete peace with the world, and Tommy posed no real threat to the way she felt. Instinct told her to move, to get away, but she remained where she was.
Tommy took her in his arms without saying a word. His cock was sticking straight out and pressed against the soft fabric of her blouse as he pulled her face to his and planted his lips against hers. His tongue ran along the outer edges of Claudia's mouth and then began to pry its way between her teeth. Finally, her mouth opened and his tongue darted in to meet hers in a wet embrace.
Their kiss was long, and Tommy noticed that Claudia seemed to merely be going through the motions without any real feeling at all. It didn't matter. He'd wanted to lay this little girl for months, and Tommy didn't care if she got anything out of it or not. He reached down and cupped a firm tit in his hand, squeezing it hard until the nipple seemed like it would break through her bra and blouse. Then he picked her up and quickly carried her to the sofa on the other side of the room.
Claudia knew she should resist, scratch him and make him leave her alone, but her will was gone. She felt so pleasant, so out of it all, she didn't want to break the spell she was in. And, vaguely, Claudia recognized a certain pleasure in the feel of his hard young body against hers. When she felt his fingers begin undressing her, Claudia wanted to bite him. She could hardly believe it when her body betrayed the commands of her mind and did nothing.
Tommy was panting now. He pulled her skirt up and over her shoulders to expose her sculptured legs and thighs to his hungry eyes. Her skin was a creamy white, soft and pliant to his touch. He told her to take her blouse off, but she didn't move a muscle. Well, if she wasn't cooperating, at least she wasn't fighting him, he thought. He unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her up so he could slip it off from behind. Then he fumbled with the catch on her bra until he was finally able to get it open. She slumped forward so that he could pull the bra off and free her firm breasts. He had to pull her shoes off and slip her stockings and panties down.
Her body was every bit as gorgeous as he had imagined. Several other boys came over and looked down at the prone figure on the couch. She stared back, a defiant look in her eyes, but she lay absolutely motionless.
Tommy gazed at her tits hungrily. They were small, but in perfect proportion to her body. Standing erect and firm, they looked like chiseled marble capped with bright-red, ripe cherries. Her nipples stood straight, taut and pointed. His eyes moved slowly down her body, over her flat tummy with the darkened spot of her navel to the lush spot where her tapered legs met. Claudia's pubic hair was thick and matted, a perfect match to her auburn hair. He could see the red slit of her cunt outlined just beneath the heavy coating of wiry hair and Tommy could control himself no longer.
He pulled her legs apart and held her cunt open wide before his animal gaze. The lips, a soft pink and full fleshed, opened to a darker pink interior. In the center was the dark-red opening. It was dry and wrinkled, but Tommy knew that he could change that. Hesitantly, still afraid of a violent reaction on Claudia's part, he reached out and let the tips of his fingers briish against her labia. Her body remained still and Tommy realized that he would have to arouse her, even though his balls demanded that he climb on top of her and sink his prick deep inside her belly.
He went down on his knees between her legs and reached up to touch her luscious breasts. The tips of his fingers brushed back and forth across the taut nipples, and then he leaned forward and let his tongue dart out to place wet trails in circles around the dark-pink skin. He saw little goosebumps rise on her skin and knew that she could feel what he was doing. Dropping his head another inch, he took her right tit into his mouth in a wet, bruising kiss. The nipples trembled under his tongue and Tommy felt a warm glow run through him. She may be trying to play it cool, but she definitely feels what I'm doing to her, he thought.
Claudia's mind was miles away from what was happening to her. Vaguely she knew that she was naked on a sofa with a boy doing something sexual to her, but she didn't care. All that was important to her was the feeling she had managed to find, a peace and quiet all of her own making.
Tommy brought his head down Claudia's body, his tongue licking every inch of skin it passed. When he reached the auburn mound, Tommy held the cuntlips open with his fingers while he licked inside.-He flattened out his tongue and ran it in great laps up and down her slit. When he reached her clitoris, he flicked it back and forth until he felt it become erect. She was responding! Tiny beads of lubricant formed on the inside of her hole and Tommy licked these and tickled her clitoris with the tip of his tongue until he knew she was moist enough to enter.
"Give it to her, Tommy!" George shouted, stroking his own erect cock as he watched the two of them on the sofa. A crowd had now gathered and all were excited with the anticipation of seeing Claudia fucked. George was one of Claudia's victims. On a date not a week ago, Claudia had kneed his groin until he almost fainted from the pain. He wanted to see Tommy lay it to her, punish her good!
"Yeah, man, fuck her like a real stud!" Jim chimed in. He'd dragged Helen across the floor and had her still sucking him while he watched Tommy work Claudia's body.
Tommy needed no urging. The sight of her body had him reeling, and the smell of her cunt was exciting. He pulled himself up and guided his cock between her legs, aiming it carefully so that he could wedge it inside her tight opening. And it was tight! He could just manage to get the swollen head of his prick inside by holding it in his hand and pushing it with all of his might.
Claudia hadn't moved. She felt vaguely uncomfortable, but she was still in her own world, on one of the most peaceful trips she had ever taken.
Tommy braced his feet against the arm of the sofa and reared back.
"Auuugh!" Claudia screamed when he plunged in with all his might and broke her hymen with one hard thrust. Her spell was broken and she opened her vision to what was taking place. She saw Tommy on top of her, and when she looked down and saw his long shaft sunk almost all the way up her, she reacted violently. Her arms shot up and tried to push him away. She kicked with her feet and then tried to scratch him with her long sharp nails.
Tommy paid no attention to her, pulling back and lunging again and again until he had sunk his cock to the hilt in her tight, warm sheath. He felt his balls slap viciously against her puckered asshole and waves of pleasure shot through his veins. He wanted to make this last forever.
Claudia's nails dug fiercely into Tommy's back and those watching saw small beads of blood burst from beneath the pointed weapons.
"Here," Jim shouted, "I'll hold her hands and you fuck the hell out of her, Tommy!"
Jim grabbed her hands and forced them back over her head, holding them in a tight grip as she tried to break loose.
"Don't fight it, Claudia," he said. "This is something you've needed for a long, long time. And Tommy has about the biggest cock around, so you'll be reamed good and proper. Pour it to her, Tommy!"
Tommy arched his back, braced his knees, dug his toes into the arm of the sofa and began pumping his cock into Claudia's virginal cunt with sharp, hard thrusts that battered its head against her uterus. The fit was tight, and Tommy could feel every fold of her vagina as he plunged in and out. Her lubricants were just beginning to flow with the rise of her anger, and as he felt the passage open minutely Tommy banged harder and harder into her.
The blood from her ruptured hymen was trickling down her inner thigh and Claudia felt her skin chafing where Tommy's pubic hair was rubbing against her like sandpaper. She fought, her arm muscles straining against Jim's tight hold on her wrists and her legs kicking wildly in the air, but she was truly helpless. Suddenly her will to resist left her and she relaxed.
Claudia hated Tommy for what he was doing to her, but she hated her body even more for responding as it was. His cock seemed to be breaking and bursting every tissue inside her vagina, yet a certain strange feeling was building in her which Claudia neither understood nor appreciated. It was something terribly physical, something she had denied herself all her life. Her body no longer belonged to her mind, and Claudia began to realize that she was a captive of her animal spirit. Her hips began to convulse and jerk so that her pelvis ground into her attacker's.
She wanted to spit at him and to kiss him all in the same breath. How could she be like this? Didn't she really care? What made her will disappear as it had?
Tommy was faraway on the fantastic combination of a pot and sex trip. His cock was like a giant arm topped with an angry red fist, and he was battering his best friend and worst enemy to death with the hardest blows he could muster.
"God, look at him pour the meat to her!" Jim exclaimed.
"She's loving every minute of it, too," George oined in.
"Fuck her, Tommy, fuck her!" Ed muttered, his hand working his cock furiously as he watched.
Tommy expected to go on like he was forever, but suddenly he felt his balls begin to ache with that delicious feeling just before they began erupting. He arched even higher off the sofa and pounded Claudia's body without mercy.
He moaned as his balls exploded and began pumping into Claudia's belly. He moved quickly, thrusting as deep as he could and then freezing in that position while his cock jetted out the juices of his love.
Claudia's body jerked in spasms when Tommy erupted inside her. She, too, was caught in the tight grip of a gorgeous orgasm, one that began in her toes and worked its way excitingly up through her body. She felt him freeze inside her and she wiggled her hips so that she could run her cunt up and down his shaft for those last moments of ecstasy.
"Okay, Tommy baby, she's mine now," Jim said.
He let go of her hands and lifted Tommy's spent body from the sofa. Climbing quickly between her legs, Jim rammed his cock deep into her belly. Claudia gasped, then wound her legs around his waist to ride him as he gorged her vagina with a long thin prick which felt hot and dry to her.
Ed, meanwhile, knelt down beside the sofa and pried Claudia's mouth open until it was gaping wide. He moved up and fed his cock between her tight lips and began fucking her with quick movements of his hips.
"Tommy, I want another packet," Julie whispered.
"In my pants," Tommy panted, still recovering from his wild bout on top of Claudia.
Julie went over and fixed herself what she wanted, then returned to sit beside Tommy on the floor.
"You all shouldn't have done that to poor Claudia," she said. "She'll be sore for a week when they get through with her."
"She needed it," Tommy replied.
"That's for her to decide!" Julie retorted, a note of anger creeping into her voice. "I suppose I should care about what happens to her, but I don't. This stuff is really great, Tommy. You just don't care about anything, and all your troubles are behind you. How come you've kept this a secret?"
"It was no secret," Tommy answered. "Everybody has been using it. I didn't sell you any because I thought we'd trip out on pot together."
"No more pot for me! This is it from now on. And don't worry about selling it to me. I can get some money when I need it, you know that."
"It's not that...."
"Listen, Tommy, you want to hear a secret?"
"What?"
"I want to try it with three cocks. Three cocks! One in my mouth, one up my cunt, and the other-well, you know. I really do! Want to help me?"
"Are you serious?"
"Just watch!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"This stuff is heroin!" The words rang through Tommy's head like a loud bell clanging fiercely against his brain. It had happened at Bill's place the day after school let out. The gang planned a giant happening with groups from all over coming to celebrate the beginning of the summer holidays. Jim and Ed took up a collection and bought over three hundred dollars' worth of Tommy's packets for the occasion.
It was sort of a fantastic free-for-all, with people coming and going, dancing, screwing, everything. Then this guy who'd been studying to be a chemical engineer said, "This stuff is heroin." Some laughed at him, but others looked at Tommy strangely. Tommy scoffed and the party went on, but something down deep nagged at his mind.
He faced Cat with the accusation the next day.
"So what?" Cat said.
"So what! It just means that all my friends are junkies, that's what!"
"You don't believe that, and you know it," Cat returned, cautious now that he realized he might lose his best distributor. "They've said the same thing about marijuana, but you know that's not true. Is it?"
"No, but ... but that's different!"
"It is not," Cat said firmly. "It's just the same old story of the establishment trying to put us down. You know they've lied about pot for years, so what makes you think what they've said about heroin is any different?"
"But I've read all kinds of things about heroin!"
"Sure, the same as you've read all that crap about pot and acid. It's a put-down, Tommy, take it from me. Besides, this ain't pure heroin anyway. It's a new mix my friend has put out-safe and guaranteed to give a nice pleasant trip."
Tommy was confused. Maybe what Cat was telling him was the truth after all. He knew for a fact that all that stuff they printed about pot was just so much crap. So why not the same with heroin? And maybe if it was a new mixture, it was perfectly harmless as Cat said.
Cat saw Tommy weakening and pressed his advantage.
"Look, Tommy, have I given you a bum tip yet? You know I haven't! I'm your friend. We've had some good times together. I wouldn't shit you on this, would I? The stuff's safe, believe me."
"People can't get hooked on it?" Tommy asked, his tension relaxing somewhat.
"Your system gets used to it, sure. But you can kick it any time you want. All a guy does is stay cold a few days and it's over. It's not like you've read, believe me. Any of your customers giving you a bad time?"
"No, not really. A few have complained about feeling sick once or twice after they'd been down for a few days, but a good trip takes that right away."
"See?"
"Okay, okay, Cat. I'm sorry I blew my cool. I've just been tense lately and this thing threw me for a loop."
"That's all right, kid, we all get that way. Oh, and by the way, my friend said to tell you that if any of your girl customers need cash to buy with he's got a friend who needs some models. If they're good-looking, they can pick up a few bucks this summer and ease the pinch."
Tommy looked at Cat quickly, but he saw nothing in the Negro's eyes to alarm him.
"What kind of work?"
"Modeling something, I don't know. I thought I'd just pass it along to you for what it was worth. It doesn't do us no good, but it might help your customers."
"Okay, I'll pass it along if anybody asks. You'd better give me only a single order today. I'm going to take a couple of days off and do some things. I'm moving out of the house and finding a pad of my own, so I won't be working until the weekend again."
This was something Tommy had been waiting for. He had all the family debts paid off and over one thousand dollars saved up. There were circles around all of the ads in the morning paper for apartments he thought he might like, and he checked them off one by one as he inspected them. He was looking for something small but luxurious, and he was determined not to pay over a hundred fifty for it.
The morning was discouraging, but right after lunch Tommy walked into a small, modern building only eight blocks from his home. The minute he stepped into the apartment, he knew it was exactly what he wanted. It had two large, spacious rooms, plus a bath and a small kitchen off to the side. The furniture was Danish modern, well done and quality merchandise. Best of all, the apartment was colorful, finished in bright oranges and yellows, with highlights of deep green on the cushions of the furniture.
The rent was a hundred eighty, much more than he wanted to pay, but Tommy was tired of looking and felt that he really rapped with this one apartment. He signed up on the spot and then went home to have a long talk with his mother. He hadn't told her about his plan. She was home sick from work and he felt it was a perfect time to discuss it with her.
Much to his surprise, his mother reacted well. He thought she would make all sorts of noises about taking care of her, and he had worried that she might even threaten him with the police because he was underage. But she accepted his plan without comment. When he was through, she told him she thought it would be good for him to get out on his own. She only asked that he check with her once a week to let her know that he was well and getting along all right.
Tommy's next move was to visit the Honda dealer. He'd already picked out the model he wanted, so it was just a matter of bargaining on the cash price. The dealer offered to finance part for him, but Tommy wanted to pay all cash. He didn't want any debts hanging over his head and he'd already promised himself that he'd stay on a cash basis the rest of his life.
After some haggling, they agreed on a deal and Tommy paid him in full. He picked out some accessories and then went down to a men's shop to buy some clothes while he waited for them to service his bike. The rest of the afternoon was spent making a list of the things-sheets, pillow cases, dishes, pots and pans, towels-he would need for his new apartment.
That evening he took his new bike out and roared up and down the neighborhood streets with it, getting used to the feel of its powerful engine and showing it off to his friends.
He moved the next day, making six loads on the back of his bike from the house to the new apartment. After he was all settled in, he went down to the phone company and ordered a phone. From there he went over and picked up Julie. She was surprised, even though she'd heard from some of the kids that he had a new Honda, and she was thrilled about getting to ride behind him.
Tommy didn't say a word about the apartment until he actually led her into the door.
"It's mine, baby, all mine. This is where I live from now on!"
"Oh, Tommy, it's just great! So lively and cheerful! How in the world did you ever talk your mother into letting you live alone?"
"The funny thing was that she agreed with me that I'd be happier like this."
Julie collapsed into a chair and held her head in her hands.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked.
"I'll be all right in a minute. I've just been sick to my stomach all day, and I've had a splitting headache. What I need is one of your little packets. Have you got any?"
"Sure, but...."
"Oh, I meant I'd buy one, Tommy. I don't expect you to give them to me."
"It's not that...."
"Look," she snapped at him, "I don't want you giving them to me, understand? That's not why I go with you, and you know that. I know you would, but I just couldn't do that. It's okay for you to buy me dinner or take me to a movie, but this is your business. I wouldn't feel right if you gave them to me, so you'll just have to let me pay for them. I'm sorry I snapped at you, but my nerves are on edge today."
Tommy went over to his black bag and took out a packet for her.
"Here, baby, but I can't let you pay me."
"Please, Tommy! Don't do that! If you do, you'll ruin our friendship. I can support myself, and you'll just have to let me!" she snapped. "Oh, I'm sorry all over again. Please, fix it for me. My hands are shaking, and I don't want to fight with you, don't you understand that?"
Within an hour Julie was at peace with the world and in Tommy's arms. He held her tight and they went into the bedroom and christened it by making love.
The next day Tommy ran into Claudia at Jim's house. She looked terrible. Her eyes were puffy and her hands shook as she sat staring blankly into the wall.
"Claudia thinks she's got the flu," Jim said. "I think a little packet would fix her up great."
"No," Claudia said. "That's okay, I'll be all right if I can get some sleep tonight."
"I have some with me," Tommy said. "Sure you don't want one?"
"Sure," she said but her voice was betraying her confidence.
"Look," Tommy said, "if you're tapped, I can lend you some."
He knew he was breaking Cat's number one rule, but he felt guilty about what he had done to her a few weeks before at the party.
"I never borrow," she said.
"Well, I know where you can get a job modeling, if that'll help any," Tommy said.
"Help! That would be the answer to my prayers! What kind of hours? My folks won't let me take a full-time job this summer."
"I don't know that much about it, but a friend of mine told me he was looking for some models. If you want, I'll give him a ring and you can talk it over with him."
Tommy called Cat, who told him to have Claudia meet a certain man at the Lucky Spot Cafe at five o'clock. He told Claudia and then didn't see her for quite a while. She looked much better when he passed her on the street a few weeks later, but she wasn't buying from him any more, so Tommy assumed that she had kicked the stuff to make good on her new job. She gave him a funny look and passed on, but Tommy was glad to see her so much better. She had some new clothes and looked much more mature. There was a certain haunted look in her eyes that bothered him, but he let it go as he got busy servicing all of his customers again.
After the episode with Claudia, Tommy sent four or five girls from various groups to Cat's friend for modeling jobs. They'd come to him one by one, each with a story of her own, seeking credit, and Tommy told them about the possibility of a job. He never heard back from them, so he assumed they had done okay in their interviews.
Tommy saw the crisis with Julie building long before it came to a head. She, along with Barney and a girl named Peggy, was among his best customers. She refused to let him give her a packet and insisted on buying each and every time. Only she was using far too much and buying far too often. When he tried to talk to her, he ran up against a stone wall. She wouldn't even discuss it with him.
Then, when eight days went by without a word from Julie, Tommy dropped by her house. Tommy was met at the door by Julie's mother who was reluctant to let him in.
"She's been sick, Tommy," she said, "and we've confined her to the house. I don't suppose it will hurt anything to let you visit her here, though. Come on in, and I'll see if she'll see you."
Tommy heard an argument in the bedroom, then Julie came out wrapped in her bathrobe. He was shocked to see how she looked. Her eyes were puffy and red, her shoulders stooped as if she was in real pain, and her hands were shaking.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"I've got something. Maybe the flu or some bug, but it's knocked me for a loop! Mom had a doctor in last night, but he doesn't know what it is. I'll get over it. Anyway, they've got me locked up in here like I was in jail!"
"Why?"
Julie looked at him for a moment before answering, realizing she had obviously gone too far.
"Oh, it's silly, really. I went in Mom's purse to borrow her lipstick and she swears I was stealing money. They won't listen to reason and I have to stay in the house for two weeks."
Tommy could see she was lying. He knew Julie had been spending twenty dollars a week or better with him, and she had nowhere to get that kind of money. The family had caught her stealing from her mother's purse!
"Look, baby, if there is anything I can do...."
Julie dropped her voice to a low whisper, leaning forward in her chair until her lush breasts were almost hanging out of her robe.
"There is one thing, Tommy. I hate to ask you after all I've said about it, but I need one of your packets. I know it would make me feel a lot better, and then maybe I could cope with these idiots here. Only I haven't any money, so maybe you could let me have credit for a few days. I'll pay you back, honest!"
Tommy knew how much this meant to her, to have to beg him for credit after all she'd said about paying her own way. And he knew he would have to play it her way, pretend it was a loan, or she wouldn't accept it.
"Sure, I've got plenty here with me. Here, take two," he whispered, handing her two small cellophane-wrapped packets from his inside jacket pocket.
"This is great, Tommy," she whispered, putting the packets quickly in the pocket of her robe.
"And I'll pay you back as soon as I can."
Tommy left Julie's house feeling terribly depressed. He'd never seen Julie look that bad, and he knew how much face she'd lost in begging him for credit. She was a proud girl, and the last few minutes had cost her dearly in pride.
He visited her twice more that week and was pleasantly surprised at her progress. She looked a hundred times better. Her eyes had cleared and her face had regained some of its color. She walked straight with her shoulders squared and said that she was completely over whatever she had.
Her family relented and let her out of the house, and she and Tommy went to the movies on Saturday night. Afterward, they went up to his new apartment and made love, and Tommy felt like all was back to normal again. Although he offered her more packets, Julie refused. She said she couldn't pay him the ten dollars she owed him now, and she'd have to wait until she had some more money before she began tripping out again. Tommy liked her attitude and felt that it was really best for her anyway.
He was totally unprepared for what happened the following week. His business was steady now, and he never seemed to have enough on hand. Cat was good about deliveries, but there were a number of times when Tommy was out of merchandise when friends wanted it. Thursday night was one of those times. He'd had a run on his stock that day and by eight o'clock he was out. He made a mental note to get Cat on the phone first thing in the morning, and Tommy settled down for an early night's sleep.
He came out of a deep sleep to the pounding on his door. Looking at his watch, Tommy saw that it was almost one o'clock in the morning. He stumbled from his bed to the door and came awake suddenly when he saw Julie standing there. She looked wild, her hair tossed and her eyes puffy. She pushed past him and hurried into the apartment.
"Tommy," she gasped, "you love me, don't you?"
"Of course, Julie. You know I do."
"Then, can we get married? I mean right now."
Tommy didn't know what to say. He loved Julie, but he wasn't ready for marriage. Sure, he'd thought about it often enough, but he wanted to be settled, have everything underway for his life. Right now he didn't even know what he wanted to do with himself. Seeing how serious she was, Tommy didn't want to hurt her.
"What about your parents?" he said softly, trying to gain time. "You know they would never let you get married until you finished school."
"Oh, Tommy! You don't know how unreasonable they've been. They've cut my allowance off, they won't let mc work, and they won't even give me money for clothes or anything! I suppose you're right. They'd fight me, especially if we stayed here in New York. They would probably get the police or something. But we wouldn't have to stay here, would wc?"
"Julie, baby, I don't want to leave here. I couldn't if I wanted to. My mother would throw a fit. I have to check in once a week with her as it is. And what would we do for money? I'm making out all right, but I haven't got anything saved up for something like this."
Julie started sobbing softly, her body shaking as she tried to hold back.
"I know. I know," she sobbed. "I'm being impractical and silly, but I just don't know how I can stay with them another day-another minute. It affects me in every way. I'm even sick again, and know it's just nerves. Have you got a packet? I need a good long trip!"
"Baby, I'm completely out. I had to turn down business tonight. I'll get some tomorrow morning and you can have what you want. But that's no answer, Julie, and you know it! It's just a temporary thing. You've got to have this out with your parents so you can have some peace of mind."
Julie continued sobbing, all hope for peace at the moment now gone.
"Look," Tommy added, "maybe they'll let you take a part-time job so you can have some independent income of your own. I have a friend who needs some part-time models. He's helped Claudia and some of the other girls out. I'm sure he'll help you. Why not sit down with your parents and try to reason with them?"
"It's no use, Tommy. I've tried and tried. They just won't listen to me at all! Maybe ... well, maybe if his hours are something I can sneak in, I can do it without them knowing about it. You don't know how much this means to me. Can we talk to him now?"
"Baby, it's after one o'clock in the morning! He's a businessman. We can try to get you an appointment for tomorrow, and I'll mention that you have some problems about getting out. Now look, I love having you here, but won't this get you in trouble with your parents?"
"Okay, okay, Tommy, I get the message. Have you got some pot? Maybe that would make me feel better. I'll go home, but when will you know about tomorrow?"
Tommy went into the bedroom and brought her his last two joints.
"I'll try to talk to the man first thing in the morning, and as soon as I know something I'll come over to your place."
"You'd better call me. It'll look better. And thanks, honey, thanks for the joints. I'm sorry I've been such a bitch. I just don't feel well and I'm not myself at all."
Tommy hardly slept at all the rest of the night worrying about Julie. He could sympathize with her because he'd felt the same way about his parents for years, but she was a girl and she couldn't go out on her own the way he had. He hoped Cat's friend could do something for her.
He called Cat at eight o'clock, but it was after eleven before Cat came by to see him. Tommy picked up a double order so he wouldn't run out so quickly again, and then he told Cat about Julie.
"How long since she had her last packet?" Cat asked.
"I don't know. Yes, I do. Let's see, it must have been a week ago at least. She has a real problem with her parents. They won't let her take a job or anything, and they're keeping her flat broke. Her old lady caught her slipping her hand in her purse, so they've really been on her back. She won't let me give her any, so I thought maybe your friend could help her out. The only thing is she won't be able to work regular hours. They just won't let her."
"How about evenings?"
"Say, that might work out. I could help her cover that by saying we were dating or something. As long as she got in early enough, I think she could get away with that! Think your friend could use her at night? Man, that would really help."
"Oh, I think something can be worked out. You won't be able to see her much, though. Will that make any difference?"
"Sure, I'll miss her, but I'd rather see her get over this problem than go on the way she is."
"You call her and have her come over here this evening. Let's say at about six-thirty. I'll talk to my friend and tell him she's a special friend of yours. Then I'll come by and take her down to meet him."
"That'll be great!"
Cat got up to leave and paused at the door.
"And, Tommy, don't give her a packet today. Tell her you're still out. We don't want her high when she meets my friend."
"But she looks awful!"
"He'll understand. But if she's high he might decide not to help her."
"I gave her two joints last night," Tommy said.
"That's okay. A joint won't help her or hurt her. She's probably smoked both of them by now, anyway. Just keep her off our stuff today, no matter what she says. I know my friend, he'll turn her down if she's on a trip."
"Okay. And thanks, Cat. I really appreciate this."
Tommy felt a great sense of relief when Cat left. He knew that this was just what Julie needed, that she'd be able to get on her feet again with a little independence. Right now she was completely dependent on her parents, and that was really bugging her.
He called her and told her about the appointment at six-thirty. Julie sounded elated. He heard the first true sparkle in her voice in what seemed like weeks.
"Listen, Tommy," she said in a semiwhisper. "Did you get any packets this morning? I smoked what you gave me last night, but it must have been bum stuff because it didn't do a thing for me. I should have a little something before I see this friend of yours, just to settle and steady my nerves."
Tommy lied, and the resulting disappointment in her voice cut into him like a knife. He promised to call her back if he got any later on in the afternoon and made her promise to be at his apartment no later than six-fifteen. She told him not to worry about it, that she'd take care of herself .somehow. She'd take plenty of time with her makeup so she'd look good.
Tommy began dialing his friends who'd called the night before for supplies, praying that word wouldn't get back to Julie that he actually had some product.
CHAPTER NINE
Julie was surprised to see that Tommy's friend was a Negro, and she didn't like the shifty look in Cat's eyes. She'd worried all afternoon about how she looked. No matter how much makeup she used, she couldn't cover the puffy, darkened look of her face. Worst of all, she couldn't stop her hands from trembling and shaking. She thought it would be an absolute miracle if the man accepted her for a modeling job.
Several times she almost called Claudia to see what kind of work it was and what was expected of her, but she felt that the fewer people who knew about this, the better. Maybe she'd run into Claudia working, but she'd handle that when it came up.
Julie was nervous when she climbed in Cat's car, and she wished that Tommy was going along with them. She knew that wasn't practical, that Tommy had done everything he could do for her, and she put her hands in her lap to keep Cat from noticing how much she was trembling. She saw Cat glance down at her lap and she blushed.
"Don't be nervous, chick," he said, placing his hand on her bare thigh where her miniskirt had hiked up when she sat down. "My friend's easy to get along with. And if you don't like what he has to offer, you'll get taxi fare home. So there's nothing to be nervous about."
He removed his hand and returned to concentrating on his driving. Julie had turned cold at his touch. She prided herself on being unprejudiced about Negroes, but his touch on her thigh had sent shivers running through her. She wanted to scream, "Get your dirty hands off me, you nigger!" but she knew better. He didn't mean anything by it and he was only trying to help her.
The summer sun hadn't set yet and the streets were bathed in an orange glow as the sun went down. They wove through Harlem and cut over to the East Side. At Fifty-second Street, Cat swung back and they drove through the mixed-up neighborhood of poverty and wealth around Lexington Avenue, When he cut back up and they entered the exclusive East Side district, Julie was pleased to see that his friend at least lived in a swanky area.
They parked on a side street and Cat led her through an alley to the entrance of a fashionable apartment house. The doorman recognized Cat immediately and opened the door, tipping his cap. Julie followed Cat through the elegant, dimly lit lobby to the elevator and they rode up to the penthouse.
They were met at the door by a butler dressed entirely in black who ushered them into a large living room One wall was glass, looking out over the New York skyline and Julie couldn't get over how luxurious the apartment was. She turned when a middle-aged man in a gold smoking jacket entered the room. He was obviously Italian, but different from most of the Italians Julie had ever known. This man had a jovial face which seemed to beam at her, and he obviously had plenty of money.
Cat introduced them and turned to leave.
"I'm sure Julie and I will get along fine, Cat," the Italian said as Cat left the room. "Won't we, Julie?"
He motioned for her to sit across the room from him and he began asking her all sorts of questions. She told him all about her life, even about her parents and the problems she was having with them. Julie kept her hands out of sight, but she was positive he had seen them trembling.
He offered her a drink, and Julie had no idea that the butler had been instructed to add a few drops of a certain chemical which would make her feel much worse, make her withdrawal syndrome accelerate. She drank it slowly in tiny sips, hoping that it would help calm her nerves.
Barry Donotato had been through this routine hundreds of times. Lately the traffic was so high he'd had to enlist help from others, including his jovial boss, Charlie Armado. None of them minded breaking in new girls, especially these teen-agers, but Barry had about all he needed this week. He had to admit, though, that this little Julie was definitely choice merchandise. He appraised her openly, taking in the bare expanse of thigh where the miniskirt was bunched up about her waist as she sat primly on the couch, the well-turned legs, trim waist and pointed tits that stuck out proudly. He liked her straight blonde hair, the tilt at
THE ENDof her nose-in general she was the girl-next-door type, the type that sold well.
Barry built her up slowly, giving her hopes and letting her know that he was sympathetic to her problem...." I know how it is," he was saying, his eyes fixed on her proud tits. "Some parents just don't understand their children. They want them to be like they were when they were kids, but this is a different age, a different time in the history of the world. Things move faster today and kids are more intelligent than they were a generation ago. And kids need more money than they did when their parents were kids. That's a fact so many miss."
Julie saw his eyes roaming over her body, but his words made so much sense she wasn't offended.
"That's why I've helped so many girls make some extra money. I know how much it can mean today. Some of the girls are making two and three hundred dollars a week, and that can go a long way. Some even get a wardrobe, which is also important to a young girl who always wants to look her best."
Julie shifted in her seat, allowing her skirt to come up even more. Maybe a little sex appeal would help, and Lord knows Julie felt she needed help. Her stomach was cramping and it was all she could do to keep the pain from registering on her face.
Barry saw this and recognized it for what it was immediately. Cat had told him this one had been off for over a week, and he was sure she'd be a pushover. Still, you couldn't rush these things. It had to be done right.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," Julie said nervously. "You seem to understand, so I guess you know how much it means to me. I'll work hard and do anything I can do for you."
"Whoa," Barry said, ready to drop his bomb and dash her hopes. "I didn't mean to imply I could put you on right away. In fact, there are so many girls wanting part-time modeling this summer we're full up. We've even got a long waiting list."
"Oh ... I see," Julie said, disappointment almost bringing tears to her eyes.
"I'd really like to help you, Julie, but it's just not in the cards right now. Of course, a pretty girl like you ... well, no, I guess not."
"What?" Julie asked quickly, her hopes reviving with the tone of his voice. "Look, I need help, and I don't mind admitting it. I'm at the end of my rope. I'll do anything. If you can just help me, I'll do anything!"
"Well...." Barry murmured, bringing his manicured fingers together below his lips in mock concentration. "Let me be frank with you and ask you a very personal question, Julie."
"Anything."
"Well, are you a virgin?" Barry already knew the answer to this, but he had to go through the routine.
"No. I don't see what difference that makes, but I'm not. I'm as normal as the next girl, I guess."
"It just seemed to me that a pretty girl like you could pick up plenty of money for a while. You know, while she was waiting for a really good job. I'm not suggesting you become a common prostitute or anything like that," he added quickly when he saw the frown cross her forehead. "You see, Julie, I'd like to help you. I think I could pull a few strings in your case and get you on in the modeling business within a couple of months. I only wish I could do it tomorrow, but that's not possible."
"You don't know how much I appreciate that, Mister...."
"Donotato, Barry Donotato."
"Mr. Donotato. I really need help, and I appreciate your taking an interest in me, but I don't think I understood what you meant."
"Well, as I said, I wasn't suggesting you become a common prostitute. I was just trying to help you get by until I can arrange for you to work for the agency. I have some friends and business associates who would be delighted to be your escort for an evening. And if you decided to let them make love to you, well, you could earn some good money for the next couple of months to get you by. I've done this with a number of girls. It's only temporary, you understand, something to get you by until I can get you on at the agency,"
"Gee, I don't know, Mr. Donotato. I'm no prude, but something like that is kind of reaching way out there."
Barry got up and walked across the room to look out at the skyline pensively.
"Some of your friends are doing just that, Julie, and they don't mind at all."
"Do you mean Claudia?"
"That's one. And there are others. It's nothing more than they do with their friends at some of the parties. You go to some of those parties, don't you?"
"Well, sure, but that's different."
"How?"
"Well, gee, I don't know. It's just different, that's all."
"Well," he said, letting impatience creep into his voice, "I was only trying to give you a hand. You could make two or three hundred a week, and without having to work long, hard hours. But if you don't want to, I can understand that."
Julie was silent. Her mind was a torrent of thoughts. At first she'd been repelled by his suggestion, but she saw that his argument was logical. Could she do it? She'd come a long way in the past few months, but was she ready for this? Then she thought of Claudia, the prude of prudes. If Claudia could do it, anybody could.
Barry almost yawned in Julie's face. This one had been easier than he thought. She was ready and it was time to toss in the clincher.
"Mind you," he said firmly, "if you do decide to try this out, it's only temporary until I can get you on modeling. Some of the girls like this so much they don't want to give it up to work hard as a model after they get the opportunity."
"What would the men be like?" Julie asked, her will to resist now gone.
"Men like me. Successful businessmen who want a little fun. You'll have a good time, let me assure you that. By the way, you look like you need a little fix-a trip. I have some, if you want it."
"Well, I haven't been feeling well lately. I can't pay you for it, though."
"Who said anything about paying for it? It's my pleasure. And if you want, you can relax here while you take your trip."
He went to a chest and prepared a hypodermic syringe, Julie had never had it like this before and she was a little worried.
"Don't worry," he said noticing her concerned look. "This is the same stuff you've been using, just quicker this way. You'll feel good in a matter of minutes. Here, pull up your skirt. It's better to give it in the thigh. That way, nobody can see where you had the injection."
Embarrassed, Julie pulled her skirt up and watched him swab down her thigh near her pubic mound with alcohol. She didn't even feel the needle as it pierced her skin and the whole thing was over in seconds. She went to pull her skirt down and Barry held her hand.
"Don't-that's pretty. Give an old man a break."
She smiled and left her skirt where it was, knowing her panties were in plain sight. He stood there for the longest time, his eyes fixed on her crotch. Julie felt a little embarrassed, but before she realized it a pleasant, cool feeling began sweeping through her veins. Her hands stopped their trembling and the muscles in her stomach stopped contracting. Julie could even feel her headache fading.
"That must be much better stuff than I've been using," she said. "I feel like a million already! I can hardly believe it, and I feel so comfortable and relaxed!"
"Maybe you'd like to have your first little experience tonight," Barry said.
"I could do anything right now," Julie said in her state of euphoria. "Do you know someone?"
"Anything wrong with me?" Barry asked, warming to his task.
"You want to make love to me?"
"Very much, if you'll have me," he said, being honest for the first time with her.
"Oh, I'd like that. I really would. You've been so wonderful to me, and you're a very attractive man-I bet lots of girls have already told you that."
Barry bent down and took her head in his hands. He pulled her face up and planted his lips on hers in a long, hot kiss. While their tongues explored each other's mouths, Barry let his hand drop to her lap and cup her pubic mound in a firm embrace. His middle finger fell between the lips of her cunt and he put pressure on her clitoris.
"Uuuuummmmm!" she muttered, her tongue still embracing his in her mouth.
Barry's other hand moved to her tits, squeezing first one and then the other until he could feel her small nipples become firm and taut against her bra. When he felt her breath begin coming in quick gasps, he took her hand and gently pulled her to her feet. Without a word between them, he led her into the bedroom across from the wall of glass overlooking the city.
Julie hesitated in the doorway for a moment, reluctant to take the final step by herself. Barry leaned down and brought her face to his and clasped her in a long, ardent embrace. His knee came up and caught her crotch gently and he applied pressure as they hugged and kissed. Then he led her quickly to the bed and began undressing her. He pulled her skirt up and over her head, tossing it aside where it fell in a heap on the floor. Her blouse came off next, falling against the back of her legs on its way to a silent heap on the thickly carpeted floor behind her.
Barry stared at her young body and felt a stir in his loins. It would be good to really rack some young cunt like this, he thought, but he knew that he'd have to break this one in gently. She'd get it poured to her on her second or third shot, but this first one had to stay within normal limits.
"Peel those goodies off," he said softly, and Julie began-unsnapping her bra to let it drop to the floor. She wiggled out of her panties and pulled them down to where she could step out of them.
"How about you?" she asked with a purring tone in her voice.
"Why don't you do the honors?" he suggested, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Julie came over to him, put her arms around him and let her lips nibble at his. Then she began unbuttoning his shirt. Barry leaned back and slipped out of his smoking jacket and let her pull his shirt off. Then she put one hand on his crotch, massaging his already semi-erect prick while her other hand worked at the zipper on his pants. Once she had it open, Barry stood up so she could pull it down all the way and begin slipping his pants and shorts down below his knees.
She was amazed at the size of his cock. Even partially erect it was larger than Tommy's, a long hose-like thing that hung gracefully from his crotch.
"That's a beauty," she sighed, leaning forward and planting little kisses along the shaft and licking the head with darting motions of her tongue.
Barry sat down again, Julie following him until she was on her knees on the floor by the bed, his cock in her warm mouth. She ran her tongue in wild little circles and at the same time pumped his heavy balls with her hand. Sucking and kissing, she felt the shaft begin to extend. It grew in her mouth and jerked the way a hose filling with water leaps around, and this was the first time Julie had ever experienced this.
"Oh, I like to have it grow like that," she murmured.
"Older men are better, honey," Barry laughed. "They don't come with a ready-made hard-on; you have to work it up. It's more fun for the girl that way."
He pulled her up by placing his hands under her arms, bringing her close and darting his tongue into her mouth. He could taste his own juices on her tongue and that excited him. Her long blonde hair fell below her shoulders and her firm little tits stood at perfect attention before him. This was going to be a delicious piece, he said to himself, and he lifted her over his body and onto the bed.
Barry knelt above her for a long moment, savoring her young body. The downy hair on her cunt drew him like a magnet and he ran his hands down between her legs while she watched him. He parted her cuntlips and searched for her clitoris with his index finger. When he found it, he began pressing it up and down until she was moaning with pleasure.
"God!" she breathed. "You sure know what to do to a girl!"
Barry bent down and buried his face between her thighs and let his tongue take up where his finger left off. He felt her begin to jerk her hips and knew she was ready, so he pulled up and climbed between her young legs. She reached up and grabbed his hard cock and guided it to her waiting hole.
Barry hesitated, his cock sunk only half an inch inside the entrance to her vagina.
"Oh, please-please fuck me! Fuck me, please!" she begged.
That was all he needed and he plunged forward. His cock was too large for her cunt, and it went in slowly, forcing its way through the tight sheath.
"Aaauuugghhh!" she cried. "That hurts, but God is it good!"
Barry wanted to fuck this teen-ager with all his might, ram it to her until she fainted, but he held himself in check. She had to enjoy this one-then she'd be ready for his use. He moved gently but firmly up her, inching his way into her tight belly. He felt her lubricants begin flowing freely and he rammed harder and harder until he had his cock up to the hilt in her warm sheath.
Julie was off in another world. She felt so good after her fix that what was happening to her seemed like sheer heaven. It hurt a little, but she knew it was because he had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. It was not only long, but very thick. Her lips hardly fit around it when she sucked him and she knew that her cunt was probably extended beyond what it had ever been before. But it made no difference. He used his cock like no boy she'd ever been with, pulling it out slowly so she could feel every inch of it, then holding it at the very opening and making tiny, sharp jabs that only made her want more and more. And just when she felt she couldn't stand it a second longer, Barry would jab home with a long, hard thrust which sent his shaft all the way up into her young belly.
He prided himself on being a stud and he fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. The drug had removed all pain and care from her body and all Julie could feel was pleasure. She reached one climax after another, gripping her legs tightly around his waist and holding onto his shoulders until her nails almost broke the skin.
Barry was fucking her like a machine now, his cock racing in and out of her pussy like a piston gone wild. He knew she'd come several times and he was beyond trying to please her. His own demands were uppermost in his mind as he looked down at the young girl beneath him with her golden hair spread out on the pillow like a fan. Her red lips were moist, blowing kisses at him as she panted for breath. Then he felt her ass begin moving frantically in countering movements to his long hard strokes and Barry's balls filled with liquid. When he exploded he jammed it up inside her as hard as he could and let it shoot wild hot shots against the walls of her vagina.
Julie came again when she felt him let loose inside her, this orgasm greater than any before it. It seemed like she was being drained of all her blood. Every muscle in her body became a loose rubber band, bending and breaking as she arched her back and ran her cunt as far up his cock as she could.
Barry sat on the edge of the bed lighting a cigarette.
"You see," he said softly, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Bad! It was the greatest!"
"And you earned fifty dollars for yourself. How about that?"
"You mean you're going to pay me for that?"
"Like I said, fifty dollars. All my friends will. Just think about that. And I'll keep you supplied with all the packets you need. You won't have to buy them as long as you're taking care of my friends."
"It sounds almost too good to be true, but I know your friends won't be as good as you are. I might not even like them."
"Well, you think about it for a while. You're as free as a bird and can do as you want. I might even buy you some new clothes. We want you to look your best. Remember, though, it's only temporary. You'll be helping me out by taking care of my friends, so I'll help you get a permanent job modeling just as quick as I can."
Julie looked at him seriously. He was so kind, and he could really help her, but she had some doubts.
"But what if people found out? I sure wouldn't want that kind of a reputation."
"Nobody, not even your boy friend, has to know. It's just between you and me, and you can tell everybody you're modeling for my company and I'll back it up. They can even call the office to check, I'll take care of that."
"Gee, I just don't know...."
"Well, you think it over for a few days and get in touch with me when you've made up your mind, okay? There's no hurry, and I don't want you to do something you don't want to do. I'm sure I can find some other girl, if you don't want it."
Barry knew the fish was hooked. He'd pass the word on that she wasn't to get a fix under any circumstances. He'd give her about five days and she'd be back. Only next time she'd deal with Harry, and Harry would really break her in. Barry called a taxi and gave Julie a card with his phone number along with the fifty bucks, plus an extra five for cab fare.
Julie leaned back in the cab and relaxed. She felt so good, so perfectly marvelous. She gave the driver Tommy's address and then changed her mind. She had better go straight home so her parents wouldn't be suspicious of her.
She didn't tell Tommy anything about what had actually happened when she saw him the next day, only that she was being considered for the job and hoped she'd get it. This blended in with what Tommy had been told by Cat, who said that the only thing holding it back was that his friend suspected she was using some kind of drug and wanted to wait a week to see her again. Cat recommended that Tommy keep her off the product for the week. She might want it, Cat suggested, but it could ruin her chances.
CHAPTER TEN
Julie couldn't make up her mind. Making it with Mr. Donotato had been fun, but she didn't know if she could face it with complete strangers. No matter how she looked at it, she would be a whore. Oh, it would probably only be for a month or two. Mr. Donotato would keep his word and get her a job modeling, she knew that. But then there was the money, and all the things that money could do for her. She'd used part of the fifty dollars for a new dress from Macy's. When her parents asked her where she got the money, she told them she'd modeled for a TV advertisement and promptly gave them the number of Mr. Donotato's agency and told them to check if they wanted to.
That impressed them and they believed her immediately without making the call. Her father was even proud of her and encouraged her to take on more assignments if she could. He said he'd always known she had the makings of an actress.
So she wouldn't have any problems with her parents if she wanted to go ahead with Mr. Donotato's proposition. It was just her own conscience that bothered her.
Then the pains began again. It started in her head with whopping headaches all day and then moved to her stomach. It was the same as the last time and Julie didn't think she could go through all that again. She even felt nauseated. When she told her mother and asked if she could go to a doctor, her mother reminded her that the last doctor had said it was just nerves and they couldn't afford to spend good money on that.
Julie called Tommy and asked if she could pick up a packet that afternoon, but Tommy said that he was all out. He added that he probably wouldn't get a new shipment until after the weekend because his supplier had production problems.
Tommy hated to turn her down and he hoped he sounded convincing. He asked her if she had heard about the job and she told him she probably wouldn't know until the end of the week.
That night things became desperate for Julie. She vomited four times and felt like her head was about to split open. The stomach pains were more pronounced and she knew she had to do something quickly. After her parents went to sleep, she called Mr. Donotato's number. When he answered she asked if he had a packet she could buy from him
"Julie, honey," his voice purred in its prepared speech, "I'm fresh out. I called to get some yesterday, but it hasn't come yet. Tell you what, though. This friend I was hoping you'd see when you made up your mind has plenty. He'll give you all you want and fifty dollars besides. Want me to see if I can find him?"
"Well, yes, I guess so. I mean ... I mean, I don't know. Is he nice?"
"You'll love him, and he really knows how to treat a girl. His name is Harry. Let me call him and I'll call you back. What's your number?"
"Oh, no. I mean, you can't call me here this late. It'll wake my folks up."
"Can you get out?"
"I ... I guess so, if I'm quiet. Can I call you back in ten minutes?"
"Sure, you do that. I'll see if I can find Harry."
Julie almost didn't call back. She resolved to see if she couldn't make it through until morning and then plead with Tommy to do something for her. But a pain grabbed her stomach and doubled her up. Shaking, she dialed Mr. Donotato's number. He told her to take a taxi and come to his place, the doorman would pay the cab and Harry would be there to meet her. He said he had to go out, but that she was certain to like Harry.
Julie was nervous all the way down in the taxi. Her head was splitting and her stomach was so nauseated she had to keep the window open to breathe fresh air. When they arrived, the doorman promptly paid the taxi and took her to the elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse.
She walked up to Mr. Donotato's door in a cold sweat, her hands trembling. She would have turned back a dozen times, but the pains were now more than she could bear. A tall, good-looking man answered the door and introduced himself as Harry. He was well over six feet and Julie felt like a dwarf next to him He reminded her of a professional football player, tall, well built and rugged-looking. His eyes were the only disturbing feature about him. They were steel blue and cold.
"Say, you're as pretty as Barry said you were," he said as he ushered her into the familiar apartment.
Julie tried to put on a brave front.
"Well, he certainly didn't tell me you were as handsome as you are," she said with a pretended flirtatious tone in her voice. Julie wasn't pretending. He was handsome, and if she only didn't ache so she might really enjoy him.
"You look like you need a fix."
"It might really help. I told Mr. Donotato I was feeling pretty bad. I don't know what's wrong with me."
Harry knew exactly what was wrong with her. He handled these girls almost every night. And this one would be real fun. She was better-looking than most and she looked like she had one hell of a figure. Yes, this would be fun, especially since she didn't really know she was hooked. She had pride and fire, and it would really be fun to make her crawl and beg. He moved over to the bar and took out a syringe and began preparing the injection.
Julie watched him with greedy eyes. This always made her feel better and it would get rid of all the pains which were gripping her young body.
"Say, I hope we understand each other," Harry said, turning and smiling at her. "I mean, I'd hate to have any misunderstanding."
"I know why I'm here. I'm to make love with you. I understand that."
"Good," he said with a big smile. "And I'll take good care of you. You'll do whatever I want?"
"Sure. I mean ... I mean, I think so."
"Maybe I ought to sample this a little before I give you your fix."
"What do you mean?"
"Come over here and get on your knees and give me a little head."
"Look, I'll do that to you, but can't you give me that shot first? I'm in some pain."
"Well, I guess so. Pull your skirt up."
Julie lifted her skirt and placed herself on the couch for him. He looked at her thighs and ran his hand up to her crotch. He rubbed it for a moment and then inserted his finger under the elastic band of her panties and ran it up her cunt.
"Please!" she moaned.
"Okay, I just wanted to be sure of you, that's all," he said.
"I said I'll do anything you want. Just give me that shot. I need some peace."
"Baby, you'll get some piece-a big piece and lots of it before we're through."
He swabbed her thigh with cotton and gave her the injection. Then he cleaned the hypodermic and went into the other room. Julie let her body relax while she waited for the drug to take effect. It seemed like forever and Julie wondered what he was doing in the other room. Then it came, that slow cooling through her veins, the relaxing of her muscles, the fading of her headache. She closed her eyes in blessed relief and let her body go limp. It felt so good, so relaxing that she almost fell asleep.
When Julie opened her eyes she saw Harry standing over her. He was naked, his heavy, thick, long cock hanging down halfway to his knees. Julie gasped. She'd never seen anything like it. Up until this moment she'd thought Mr. Donotato's was the largest any man could possibly have, but Harry's was half again as big!
"Feel better?" he asked with a tight smile on his lips.
"Oh, yes, much better," she answered. "That stuff does wonders for me when I'm sick."
"Ready to have some fun?"
"Yes, if you are."
"Well, sit up and suck this meat until it's good and hard, then."
His voice had lost its friendliness and he was firm with her now.
"I don't know if I can get it in my mouth," she said with an attempt at a laugh.
"You'll get it in more places than your mouth, baby. Get started!"
He held his cock in his hand and pushed it to her face while his other hand grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head in toward his groin. Aiming it, he put the soft head in her eye and then in her car. Then he brought it around and crushed her lips with it.
"Start eating!"
Julie opened her mouth to let her tongue out, but he shoved against her and managed to wedge the head inside her lips.
"I didn't say lick it," he said. "I said suck it. You'll get a chance to lick it later."
Julie let her jaw relax and the thick member began pushing its way between her teeth. She reached up with her hands and held it while she pulled it into her mouth by forming suction with her tongue. It was completely soft and Julie was able to run it around between her cheeks. She couldn't understand why he wasn't excited, why his cock was still soft when she had it in her mouth. Well, maybe she had to work harder, that's all. She sucked slowly and deliberately, moving her tongue along the shaft and nibbling at the base with her teeth. A feeling of triumph filled her when she felt it begin to swell. She could actually feel the blood begin pumping down the shaft. It pulsed against her widespread lips and her tongue could detect a beat like a heartbeat.
She let her fingers circle the base while she sucked the foreskin back and forth with her lips. She kept tightening her hold and she felt his blood begin hardening the member. For a moment she thought she would choke. It was so big it completely filled her mouth and forced her to breathe out of her nose.
Harry clasped her head between his hands and began jerking his hips against her face. She could feel the swollen head of his cock lodged in her throat and she started gagging. Harry paid no attention to her, moving faster now as he pumped his cock into her mouth and down her throat with sharp jabs.
His heavy balls were bouncing off her young chin with a loud slapping sound and he held her head firmly now as he increased his tempo. It happened before Julie realized what he was going to do. He held her head firmly and thrust it until her lips were brushing the pubic hair at the base of his cock. She felt his balls begin pumping, but that was all the warning she had before gushes of hot cum shot down her throat. It gagged her, but he held her tight until he'd pumped every drop down into her belly.
"That was pretty good for openers," he said pulling back and letting his deflating cock fall out of her mouth.
"Openers? You mean you want more?" she asked incredulously.
"Sure. We're going to ball tonight, baby. I always like to get that first one behind me so I can take my time with the others. Get your clothes off, but do it real slow so I can watch you."
Julie's senses were reeling. She'd never had anything quite like that before. Oh, she'd sucked boys until they'd come in her mouth, but never jammed down her throat like that. And now he wanted more! What kind of a man was this? How often could he get hard? Well, he hadn't hurt her, and he had given her the injection. She stood up and began taking her clothes off. He wanted to see her strip, did he? Well, she'd do a real strip for him!
Harry watched her, reclining on the couch, smoking a cigarette. Harry hated women, and that was why they picked him for this job of breaking in new hookers. He enjoyed it because they let him treat the girls rough, teach them who was boss. None of them could believe it, but Harry could fuck night and day without stopping. And the younger they were, the better he liked it.
His eyes gave her body a slow appraisal as she slipped her skirt over her head and pulled her sweater off. A nice frame, he told himself. Then, when she bent over to pull her stockings and panties down, Harry felt a tingle in his groin. A nice ass-a real nice ass. He'd give that a good going over in a while.
When she pulled her bra off, Julie saw Harry lick his lips. She walked sensually to him, one hand on her hip, the other cupping a breast as in offering. She watched his eyes dart from her muff to her cupped tit and knew that she had him excited. He reached up and pulled her crudely to the floor beside the bed, his rough hands stinging her young wrist.
"Okay, Julie, start licking it. Get it nice and clean and make it hard. Then we'll see what can be done with it."
His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of her long hair to pull her face roughly to his crotch. She was positioned on the floor between his knees. The stench of sex wafted to her nostrils and permeated her senses. The prick grazing against her cheek was covered with a thick coating of sticky liquid, small streams of it running the length of the shaft and tiny drops covering his hairy thighs.
Julie was still amazed at the size of his organ. It was long and thick, a massive weapon. Its appearance now repelled her. The sticky coating was brushing off on her face and the odor was overpowering. She'd never been subjected to anything like this before. In a way it was humiliating. She was a sexual slave, and so far he hadn't given one thought to her desires, her satisfaction. Well, maybe she could change that!
She let her tongue slip out from between her lips and tentatively run along the large, bulging blue vein that ran the length of his organ.
"That's it," he said. "Lick it good and clean first."
She began lapping it like a child licks an ice cream cone, flattening her tongue out and licking firmly from base to tip with a smooth flowing motion. Julie found she was a mass of contradictions, she hated the slave role she was assuming, feeling it humiliated her. She disliked what she was doing, and found it rather disgusting to be licking his cum from his cock. At the same time, however there was something quite exciting about it all. She actually enjoyed it, and she found she was becoming aroused. Even the taste of his cum in her mouth had a stimulating quality, and being forced to sit on the floor beneath him made her feel very sexy. What made her react like this?
When she felt the first stirrings in his cock, she doubled her efforts. She was using her hand, holding the cock up and away from his thigh as she licked at it with wide sweeping motions of her warm tongue. Now she used her other hand, gripping the long shaft between them and working it in a milking motion while she captured the giant head between her lips and began sucking gently.
The blood began running into his cock and Julie felt as if she had a giant snake in her hands. Her lips pursed tightly to hold the swelling head and she moved her hands up and down the shaft, squeezing and pulling as she did.
Harry looked down at the blonde hair bobbing about in his lap. It provided an exciting contrast to his dark, hairy thighs, and he liked to watch the small young cheeks contract and expand as she pulled more and more of his hardening prick into her soft mouth. Her hands barely wrapped around the width of the shaft, and that excited him. He was proud of his giant cock, and he felt that it was the single most important secret of his success. Few men had a prick like this, and few men got to fuck like Harry did-or got paid for breaking girls in like he did.
He could feel her small tits brush back and forth against his thighs, the hard little nipples telling him that she was already excited. That reminded him of the part of his task he liked the least. He had to go down on her and make her enjoy it before he could give her some lessons in fucking. The boss always wanted the girls to have a couple of blasts so they would remember it could be good. Harry disliked eating cunt. Most of them were dirty and smelly, well-used tunnels that reeked of sex. But this one might be okay. She seemed fresh and kind of sweet. Anyway, he would and could do it. He'd had gals teach him how to lick a cunt so that the girl would literally climb the walls before he was through.
He pulled her roughly away from his crotch and lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom He tossed her on the bed so hard she bounced, then climbed between her legs and began kissing her knees and thighs as he teased her into sensitive arousal. Her cunt looked inviting, golden curls covering a dark pink slash that ran to her dark, tiny, puckered asshole. Harry gripped her young thighs and pushed them far apart so that the lips of her cunt opened before his eyes like a flower blooming into view from its tight bud.
Julie felt triumphant. She had succeeded in arousing him and now he was going to make love to her. She watched his dark hair bob around between her legs and felt tiny electric shocks run through her body as his lips and tongue traced tiny paths around her vulva. His technique was getting to her. She wanted to feel that tongue between the lips of her vagina, not running along her thighs and up her legs!
He brought her to a fever pitch before he used his fingers to spread and hold open the lips of her pussy. Then he looked her in the eye and ran his tongue around his lips in a teasing movement that promised delights to come. And they came! He dipped down and began licking her cunt slowly and expertly, his tongue running the entire length of her slit in a maddening motion.
He moved down and let his tongue circle her anus, teasingly and effectively. Julie groaned and moved her hips. She'd never had this before and it excited her. He lapped it, wetting her asshole and then running his tongue along the crease, over her cunt and up to her clitoris. His mouth became like that of a dog, lapping back and forth from asshole to clitoris while she squirmed and moaned under his attack.
He concentrated on her asshole for a moment, running his tongue in tiny circles just inside the tight opening, and then moved his attack to her clitoris to bring her to a rapid climax. He captured the small, erect organ between his teeth and began nibbling on it like a mouse nibbles on cheese.
Julie felt like she was being consumed with fire. The feel of the rugged edges of his teeth on her sensitive clitoris both hurt and excited her.
"Oooohhh," she moaned when she felt him pull the full clitoris into his mouth and begin sucking on it. Even the muscles in her thighs were now in minor convulsions, jerking and popping as she felt every ounce of her being concentrated into that tiny nub held snugly between the lips of her vulva.
He was holding it firmly between his lips and teeth now, sucking on it and running his tongue against the tip of it with a motion like the fluttering of butterfly wings. Harry almost laughed when he saw how excited he had her. He watched her hands pound on the bed, her head flying back and forth in a weaving motion that sent her hair waving about in the air. Harry saw her hands move quickly up to her firm breasts, her fingers capturing the taut nipples and squeezing and massaging them as she writhed about in total ecstasy.
He had her where he wanted her now, and he'd make this a come she wouldn't soon forget! His long thick finger parted the folds around the entrance to her young vagina and he quickly sunk it to the hilt while he continued his maddening sucking on her clitoris.
Julie had been eaten before, but never like this! It was a mind-bending experience, like being on the wildest trip possible. Her whole body was on fire and she felt her crotch would melt in his hungry mouth!
"Aaaahhhh!" she groaned when his finger dug deep inside her belly and began going in wild circles as his tongue continued battering her sensitive clitoris. She groaned when her body boiled over and her orgasm gripped her in an earth-shattering spasm She arched her body up to force her crotch against his mouth and impale her cunt even more on his probing finger.
It only lasted for seconds, or brief minutes, but it seemed to Julie like she was coming and coming for hours on end. She wanted to hold it, to make it last forever, but she felt her muscles begin to give way. Her entire body went limp and she almost passed out.
"Good?" he asked.
Julie looked at him with a glazed stare for a moment while she tried to get her breath.
"The greatest! I've never had it that good before. You should give lessons and girls should pay you!"
Harry liked that. He was proud of his work and he liked to hear a girl tell him how good he was. He also knew she would need a few moments to recover, so he moved around and knelt over her face. His cock was partially erect and his balls hung down to touch her lips.
"Lick these balls while you get your breath. Get them good and clean."
Julie opened her mouth and sucked one of the hard little balls into her mouth and began licking it furiously with her tongue. After what he had done to her, she wanted to please him, to make him go out of his mind as he had done to her. Stretching her jaw wide, she was able to get his entire sac into her mouth, and she used her pert little nose to run along the shaft of his expanding cock while she licked and sucked his testicles.
He leaned down and rubbed his cock against her cheek, along the bottom of her nose, pressing the bloated head into her eyes and leaving trails of lubricant all over her face. His hand went down and began flicking her nipples, none too gently, but in a manner he knew from experience would both hurt and stimulate her. He liked the sight of the young face beneath him, gobbling his hairy balls. Her eyes were fascinated by the length and thickness of his cock and Harry knew it was time to give her a taste of some real fucking.
Pulling his balls from her hungry mouth by raising up, he moved around until he was in position between her legs. He saw her eyes fixed on his rigid prick, figured she was wondering how she'd ever take all of it inside her. He guided it with his hand to her waiting cunt and lodged it between the cuntlips.
When she saw what looked like a baseball bat with a huge red ball on the tip poised at her cunt, fear shot through Julie's eyees. She wanted it, wanted to feel him plunge inside her, but she was positive he would rip her to pieces!
"AAAAauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she screamed when he reared back and rammed it up her in one mighty stroke. The pain was fantastic! She could feel every inch of his skin, every rock-hard vein that lined his massive member, as it forced her cunt walls to expand beyond their limits. She could feel the fleshy head hit her cervix and lodge itself in the opening of her uterus. His balls slapped hard against her young tail and Julie was certain she would be black and blue where they hit for days and days.
Harry had fucked tight ones before, but this was the most! He could feel his asshole contract with a tingling sensation as the hot walls of her tight cunt grabbed and milked his cock. Even moving in and out of the tight canal was a true effort. But the sensations he received as he managed to slide an inch one way or the other made Harry want to moan with pleasure.
He reached back and grabbed her ankles and brought them up so that her knees doubled and pressed against her chest. This moved her tail up off the bed and gave him a deeper penetration. She was completely at his mercy now and he began a series of sawing motions that sent his prick racing to the hairy base up inside her.
The beads of perspiration and tears welling in the corners of her eyes as he punished her young cunt thrilled Harry. He liked to see them suffer, and Julie was suffering. She was impaled on the longest cock she had ever seen, a cock that moved relentlessly in her. He saw her clench her fists and dig her nails into her palms, and he wondered if she knew how all of this would feel if she weren't hopped up on drugs that helped kill the pain. He'd like to have at her when she was down, when she'd scream and cry and beg for mercy!
He pushed her body up into a ball, her ass exposed before him and her cunt nailed down by his massive penis, and began pumping her with all his might. The canal had become slippery now, allowing him free movement as he plunged in and out.
Julie felt a strange sensation flow through her body. She was in pain, real pain, but suddenly the pain seemed to become secondary. She didn't believe it was possible, but waves of pleasure began flooding her womb and racing through her tortured body. She wanted to throw her legs around him and ride him like a wild horse. She wanted to dig her nails into the rippling muscles on his back and urge him to fuck her harder. But Julie couldn't move. She was held prisoner by the weight of his body and the position which she was in.
Her hard nipples were digging into her own knees, sending a new and thrilling sensation through her breast. She could smell the sweat of his body and see tiny streams of saliva running from the corners of his mouth as he fucked her like an animal.
Before she realized what was happening, Julie went into an orgasmic spasm that sent her entire body shaking like Jell-O. Harry noted what was happening and plunged harder and harder against her pelvis with stunning blows that ground his pubic hair into her clitoris to heighten the pleasure she was gripped by.
He was close to his climax, too, but Harry had something saved up for that. Quickly, moving like a true athlete, he withdrew his prick from her cunt and picked her up to flip her over on the bed. It happened so quickly Julie could hardly feel it. He grabbed her waist and lifted her into a kneeling position, braced on her elbows and with her hair fanned out over the pillow.
He pulled up behind her on his knees and dropped his head so that his tongue could course the crease between her buttocks. She felt his tongue race along the crease and then center on her asshole. Its swirling movements thrilled her and aroused her again, even though she felt she could never come again like she had just now.
Then she felt his finger explore the small elastic ring around her anus and dig inside until the tip was lodged up in her rectum. He withdrew it and roughly shot the same finger up her cunt for a moment to moisten it. Then he moved back to her asshole, smearing the cum from her cunt on the tight hole. He did this half a dozen times, digging in her cunt for juice and transferring it to her rectum. Soon he had the anus wet and partially ready.
Harry moved up and placed the head of his cock against her tightly puckered anus, and Julie realized for the first time what he intended to do to her.
"NO! I couldn't take that! You're much too big for me!"
Harry didn't speak a word, jiggling his knees for position and wedging his cock against the tiny opening. Using his hand as a guide he managed to pop the head inside her rectum with one hard thrust.
"OOOOOWWWWWW!" she screamed as she felt her rectum expand painfully to take the blood-gorged head of his massive instrument.
Her scream excited Harry and he held her waist tightly between his hands and rammed hard against her buttocks. His cock penetrated her rectum half an inch at a time, bringing screams of pain from her lips and tears from her eyes. He watched her fists begin to pound on the bed as he continued ramming into her and it delighted him to see her react like this.
Julie thought she was going to faint-prayed she would faint. The pain was more than anything she had ever suffered before. It felt like he was ripping her entire rectum to shreds as he plunged harder and harder against her. She remembered the one time she had tried this before, when she had attempted to take on three boys at one time. But it hadn't worked. She was too tight back there and the boy had finally given up when she cried out in pain.
But not Harry! The more she cried, the harder he pushed. Suddenly she felt her rectum give way and his cock shot all the way up inside her. She thought it would come up and out her throat, it was so deep!
Her muscles went limp, and Harry let go of her waist. Yet her body did not fall to the bed. She was held tight on his cock like a bird stuck on a spit. Using his strong arms and legs, Harry moved around and pulled her off the bed. He walked around the bed with her body hanging on his cock, jerking his hips in a lewd fucking movement as she dangled from his prick.
He walked her to a wall and banged her there, pressing her body against the cold surface without mercy while his cock rampaged inside her limp body. He took her to a chair and pushed her over its back, fucking her relentlessly.
Then he carried her back to the bed and threw her down on her tummy, falling after her with his cock stuck all the way up her ass.
"Now, let's do some real fucking!" he cried.
His hips arched in the air as he pumped viciously against the pearl-white cheeks of her buttocks, and his balls set up a hard tempo as they slapped against her ass. He had her legs spread wide and his hands rested on her shoulders as he held her down and ran his mighty cock again and again into her ass.
Julie had actually fainted for a moment. The pain was so intense she couldn't bear it and she felt her body fall into a deep, black well. When she came to, seconds later, she felt him lift her and begin moving her around the room, his cock sunk in her to its limit. What amazed and disgusted her was the fact that the pain slowly gave way to a purely animal sensation of delight. It wasn't something immediate, or even something she could define for herself. Being fucked like a dog was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her, yet she felt her blood begin to course through her veins and she knew she was going on to orgasm How could she? Wasn't she any better than an animal?
When he shoved her against the wall, Julie felt the nipples of her breasts flattened out in a grotesque manner. In fact, her whole body was flat against the wall, held there by the spike stuck up her rectum. It was bcth disgusting and exciting, but the most stimulating thing was having him walk her around the room, her feet dangling and completely helpless to do a thing.
Then, when he fell on her on the bed, she felt his cock run through her like a sword. It was up inside her belly, running wild through her body like a saw. His balls began slapping against her vulva and she managed to position herself so that they hit her clitoris with each stroke.
She wanted to hold back, disguise her climax so that he wouldn't know just what kind of animal she really was, and she bit her tongue and rode that high plane until she felt his balls inflate like balloons. His grunting told her he was ready to let go and Julie relaxed her control.
Their cries sounded in unison as he began pumping his hot cum up her rectum and she released the waterfall that had built up inside her. Like two pigs rutting, they grunted and groaned in animal pleasure as they climaxed.
He dug his toes into the carpet and rammed as deep as he could up her. His pubic hair ground against the pale cheeks of her ass unmercifully, and they both continued coming as they remained motionless, their bodies locked.
When he at last withdrew, Julie felt as if a part of her went with him. It was the same feeling she'd had after a good bowel movement and she found it luxurious. She turned over slowly on the bed, noticing small streaks of blood running down her thighs. Her eyes drifted to his crotch and she saw his huge penis covered with splotches of bright red and rusty brown.
"You bastard," she said softly.
"You loved it," he sneered.
"I don't deny that. I've never been fucked like that in my life. But you're still a bastard!"
"Come on!" he said, grabbing her hand and leading her quickly into the bathroom.
He stood over the toilet and urinated for what seemed like ages. When he was finished he put his hands on her shoulders and forced her down to her knees.
"Lick me clean!" he commanded.
When she resisted, he yanked her hair. She knew he would hurt her if she didn't comply with his repulsive order, so she let her tongue dart out of her mouth and began licking his limp penis. Drops of urine oozed into her mouth, leaving a salty flavor that partially stimulated her, and she crawled closer and began sucking the head deep into her oral cavity. She grabbed his balls and began pumping while she tried to run her finger up his ass.
"God, you're a hungry little bitch, aren't you?"
Julie couldn't understand it, but she had to have more, and she wanted to punish him as he'd punished her. She dug her fingernail into his rectum and felt a wave of delight when he jumped and cursed.
"Okay, baby, I'll take care of you with the vibrator if you're still hot," he said pulling her to her feet and yanking her back into the bedroom He went to the closet and returned with a vibrator the shape and size of a huge penis. It was battery-operated and he switched it on so that she could hear the small transistorized motor hum as he approached her.
Julie had heard about these and had been dying to try one, but she wasn't sure she trusted him with it. He pushed her roughly down on the bed and climbed between her knees. He surprised her by gently placing the vibrating plastic instrument between the lips of her cunt and pressing down on her clitoris. The sensation that flooded her body was one of the greatest feelings she could imagine. It was like she had a thousand tiny tongues licking her.
When she became hot and began writhing around on her back he spread the lips of her cunt wide apart with his fingers and ran the vibrator up her vagina. Julie began jerking her hips and cursing at the top of her voice.
"Fuck me, goddamn it! Fuck me!"
Harry ran the vibrator in and out of her like a pile driver, and Julie's control left her rapidly. She felt her body go into spasms and she actually began to cry. Her hand went down and covered his, pushing the vibrator inside her until even
THE ENDwas hidden from sight. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her other hand pounded wildly on the bed as she came.
"You really are a hot one," Harry said as he pulled the vibrator out of her cunt. Julie's body had gone completely limp. Her mouth was slack and her eyes only partially open. "You're going to do great, just great!"
Julie moaned and turned her head against the pillow to cover the sobs which were now gripping her body. She'd reached the absolute low and she knew it. What made her like this?
"I've got a couple of nice surprises for you," Harry said. He walked over to the closet and picked out the two cocktail dresses Mr. Donotato had selected especially for Julie. He couldn't see why the girls couldn't buy their own rags with the money they made, but the boss always wanted them to have a good wardrobe for going out with their clients.
Julie was still lying on her stomach sobbing into the pillow. Harry reached down and gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"These are yours to keep."
She looked up and couldn't believe her eyes. Harry held two gorgeous cocktail gowns in his huge hands. She knew immediately that they were expensive and she could hardly believe they were really for her. The sadness left her and she jumped up to take them from his hands.
"Mine?"
"All yours, baby, and this fifty-dollar bill to boot."
Julied tried each dress on, amazed at how revealing they were on her. Both were mini length, and both just barely covered her nipples, exposing almost her entire chest. What kind of bra would she be able to wear with these? Her sadness and humiliation disappeared.
"Tell your parents you got them for modeling," Harry said over his shoulder as he began to get dressed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It took Julie exactly four days to reach her decision, four long days and four sleepless nights. She realized she was two completely separate beings, two personalities which were at odds with one another. She could look at herself objectively and she despised what she saw-a dirty, sensual animal with lust filling her veins where normal, red blood should have been. How else could she explain how she had acted with Harry?
Julie desperately wanted to talk to someone, but she was too embarrassed to let anyone know what she really was. Her parents were out. She'd even been afraid to show them her new dresses, afraid they'd object they were far too revealing. So she left them over at Tommy's apartment.
There was Tommy, but she was reluctant to tell him what had happened, Julie was still very much in love with Tommy, and she honestly believed that much of what she was doing was for Tommy's sake-or at least to preserve their love. Before she could make her final decision, she had to have a long talk with Tommy. She met him at his apartment and sat down on the couch with him. When he tried to kiss her, Julie pulled away and moved to the chair across the room.
"This probably sounds terribly dramatic," she said, "but we have to have an understanding, Tommy."
"About what, baby?"
"About us."
"Us? I thought we understood us."
"Maybe we do, Tommy, but I'm terribly confused. You know how it's been with my parents. Well, it's worse-much worse. They've been on my back all week...."
"You're going to get all wound up about marriage again, aren't you?" he asked, knowing what she was leading up to and dreading having it out in the open. He also knew that she was more serious than he had ever seen her before and that he would have to listen to what she had to say.
"Yes, I suppose so. Oh, Tommy, I'm not that same impractical girl who ran over here and asked you to marry me on the spot. I know we can't do that, but I also know that I have to have something straight in my mind. Just where do we really stand?"
"You know I love you, Julie."
"More than that, Tommy. I have to have more than that. Just what are you planning to do with your life? And where do I fit in, or do I?"
"Honey, for the first time in my life I'm just getting straightened out. I don't know where I'm going. I know that I love you, but you want me to make promises I might not be able to keep."
"Tommy, if you don't know where you're going now, you'd better face up to it pretty soon. You can't just want a Honda and some clothes and a nice apartment out of life. Are you going to college? Are you going to get a job? It's okay to make money like you are now, but that won't last forever!"
Tommy stood up and walked across the room to the kitchen. He pulled a Coke out of the refrigerator and waved it at her. She shook her head and he got her one, too. Pouring them in tall glasses, Tommy gained a moment to think. What Julie was saying made sense. He'd thought the same thoughts a hundred times, but he always managed to put it off.
"Baby, I know you're right," he said, handing her the Coke and returning to his seat on the couch. "And I've thought about it a lot. What I'd like to do is go to college to study engineering, but that takes a lot of bread."
"You could save up for it. What do you want to do, work for some big company?"
"Right. I'd like to live downtown, have a fancy sports car, wear a gray suit and make that eight to five scene. It sounds corny, and I don't mean that I want to be like other adults, but I'd like to have something solid in life."
"And where do I fit in?"
"Well, I'd like to marry you, but I've got some real hangups about marriage. After what I've seen of my parents and all, I don't know if I could make it as a married man. I've thought about it a lot. I do love you, and I mean that. You're the only girl I've ever felt this way about...."
"But you're worried about your freedom, about us becoming like the adults we hate so much?"
"Something like that."
"We wouldn't have to, and I'd never restrict your freedom. You could ball any chick you wanted, and we could be swingers or wife-swappers or whatever else appealed to us. We wouldn't even have to actually get married. I could live with you, and when you thought it was too much for you, you could toss me out. I mean all this, Tommy. I'm no prude and I'm thoroughly practical about it all. I just want to know where you're going, and whether I fit in. Maybe we can pool our resources."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I have a chance to make some real money modeling," she replied, still unable to bring herself to tell him the truth. "And if I do maybe we can save together, set up a common goal and save and work for it. If it means putting you through college, I'm willing to work my tail off to see you make it."
She had no idea how this conversation was affecting Tommy. His mind was forced to face the issue for the first time and he was becoming more excited about the future by the minute.
"If I work hard," he said, "I might be able to make enough in a few months to put together a roll to see me through the first couple of years. Maybe we could get married and you could do your thing modeling to help with the expenses. You know, it might work."
"Tommy, if you mean that, we'll make it work!"
"I've never been more serious. I've dreaded this, but I can't tell you how glad I am we had this out. Look, let's get some of the brochures on tuition costs and all from a couple of colleges and see just what it will take."
He got up and walked over to her. She reached up and took his outstretched hand, letting him pull her to her feet and take her in his arms. She buried her face in his neck to hide the tears that were flowing freely down her cheeks.
"Julie, baby, did you ever really doubt me?"
"No, Tommy, I doubted myself."
Julie's hesitation was now a thing of the past. She remembered what one of her teachers had said about the means justifying the end under certain circumstances, and she felt this now applied to her. There was a new purpose in her life. She was no longer drifting, waiting for each sunrise and sunset with the lethargic feeling that what would be would be.
She brought Tommy the fifty dollars Harry had given her and together they opened a savings account in both of their names. The man at the bank gave them a questioning look and his eyebrows lifted when Tommy added one thousand dollars to her fifty, but he pretended that this was an everyday event at the bank.
Julie was surprised by the thousand dollars. She had no idea Tommy made so much with his little business! Why, if she worked hard and his luck held they'd have plenty saved up in no time at all.
That afternoon, Julie called Mr. Donotato and asked if she could come up and see him. He was very cordial and asked her to come right over. She was glad to find him alone when she walked into the apartment and he offered her a drink.
"I've made up my mind, Mr. Donotato, and I'd like to get started with your friends as quickly as I can. You see, I need the money, and I'll be willing to work every afternoon and every night if you want."
"Well, well," he beamed, "that's just fine. I'm sure I can get you on at the agency soon, but in the meantime I'm confident I can find you plenty of my friends to entertain."
"There's just one thing," she added.
"And that is?"
"Well, to keep peace in my family I have to be in by eleven o'clock at night. I've figured a way to work in the afternoons, though, if that's possible."
"Oh, I'm sure that's possible, Julie. Some men like to have their fun in the afternoon because they can't get away from their families at night. Do you need a fix now?"
"I sure could use one! I've been so busy and so nervous lately, I'm all upset."
"Well, I think we can take care of that."
He went over to the chest and began preparing the hypodermic.
"When do you want to start, Julie?" he asked.
"The sooner the better, as far as I'm concerned."
"Well, there are a few details we have to iron out first," he said, coming over to her and motioning for her to raise her skirt. One look at her creamy thigh and he knew she'd bring a premium price for a while. He explained to her that his friends would pay her one hundred dollars, but that she was to meet Harry after each date and give him half for arranging everything. Julie nodded her head in agreement as the delicious feeling began once again flowing through her veins.
Tommy, meanwhile, was mapping out a campaign to double or even triple his sales. He'd gone over his figures a dozen times, calculating the cost of tuition, books, and even an apartment near campus for them to live in. He couldn't believe it the first time he summed it all up. Four years at college plus living expenses would come to over twenty-five thousand dollars! And that was living as inexpensively as possible!
Of course, he'd be able to work summers, and maybe even afternoons. And Julie would be able to work and earn a regular salary of some kind. That would help with the overall expense considerably, but it wasn't something you could count on.
Tommy had considered keeping up his little business, but he thought better of it. He knew it was heroin he was peddling, and he knew it was very dangerous as far as the law was concerned. In fact, he was becoming more nervous as each day passed, and he knew that he could never keep this up. He wanted out now. He'd wanted out the very day he'd learned it was heroin, but the money was too much to give up. Look what it had done for him!
His new idea was to make it big as fast as he could, keeping the risks to a minimum. He felt sure he could take even greater risks for a short period of time without running any real danger. They'd catch him if he tried to make a career of it, if he gave them time to find out how he operated and all that. But if he jumped in and made it big for a couple or three months, they wouldn't have time to really get onto him.
His plan was to spend eight hours a day making new contacts and getting the product spread out to other groups. He also wanted to pick up some reliable kids in other neighborhoods and sell to them at a reduced rate, in effect splitting his profit with them so they could get wider coverage for him and earn some money at it.
He was earning about four hundred a week now, and he knew he could double or triple that with some real effort. Then, in three months he'd have the nest egg he wanted and he'd quit it for good.
Tommy met with Cat that afternoon and outlined his plans for expansion, carefully avoiding the issue of college and his plans to quit when he'd made some big money. He wanted Cat to think he was in for the long ride because that was the only way Cat would cooperate with him. Cat had to talk the men out of enough supplies for this plan of Tommy's, and without supplies Tommy couldn't operate.
"Sounds real good to me, Tommy," Cat said after he'd heard the boy out. "We'll all make a bundle this way. Only thing is, I'll have to talk to the powers to make sure we can supply your group. I'll see my friend tonight and let you know tomorrow or the next day."
Cat took the proposal up with Black Louie that night, and Black Louie immediately went to see Mr. James.
"I think it will be all right, Louie," Mr. James said. "Our supplies still aren't up to normal, but they're much better than they were at this time two months ago. And it seems to me that we can push off some of the cut merchandise in this market. New users have no concept of what's good and bad, so we can get away with cutting it even more. We might even set up a special packaging for these kids, stretching out the pure stuff even more than we have been. In fact, I'll talk to the committee about that tomorrow."
"Can we go ahead, then?" Black Louie asked.
"Definitely. As a matter-of-fact, I think I'll bring this up with some of the other district men and suggest they do the same. It could be the answer to several of our problems for a while."
"How have we done with the girls you needed?"
"Excellent, Louie. Just great! They tell me that you and Gino have done the best job of all. They've been filling the lines very well. Charlie's gross has had a twelve percent increase in the past thirty days, and the committee is very pleased with that. Some of the young girls are a little hard to handle at times, but that's because they don't know one end from the other. They're not seasoned yet. Every business has its problems, though, and with his increased gross I'm sure Charlie will find ways of handling them."
Black Louie looked pleased. It was good to know that his division had pleased the committee. He'd have to give Cat a big fat bonus for this. And he liked to know that others had problems in their business like he had. He still didn't like the idea of messing around with kids, but he'd managed to send all white girls up to the ring, so that helped his conscience some.
"Should we keep it up?"
"Certainly! The demand for teen-age whores is even greater than it was before. We can use all we get. And I'll tell you something very confidential. The committee voted a big bonus for the division managers who have helped out. It'll be a stock deal in one of our legitimate corporations, but you'll be a very rich man if you keep this up, Louie. Keep that under your hat. It won't be announced for a month or so yet."
Black Louie stood up beaming.
"And one more thing, Louie," Mr. James added. "I want you to spend some time with Josh Williams. Study how he'd handling the numbers operations in your area. The committee isn't satisfied with the way Josh is running things. Maybe a change is in the making, and if you think you could take on the added responsibility, we could work out an arrangement for you to take over Harlem. It would mean a great deal more work, but the added income could make you one of the biggest men in the organization."
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was three days before Julie's first contact could be arranged. She had to call Mr. Donotato every day, checking in during the morning and afternoon. Those three glorious days she spent with Tommy, making plans for the future. She went over their budget and added items, little domestic things Tommy had forgotten.
He explained his program to her and she worried about it without letting him know she was concerned. After all, they were both taking some big chances but it was only for a few months and then they'd have each other and a life to look forward to. She said a silent prayer that they'd be able to make it without something coming along to interfere.
When she called in at one o'clock, Mr. Donotato told her they'd set up her first date for that same afternoon. She was both excited and apprehensive. This was the final step in her mind, the day she would become a whore. She wanted to say no, but when she thought of Tommy and their plans she braced herself and forced herself to be enthusiastic.
She walked into the hotel and went straight to the elevator as she had been told. Julie's nerves were on edge as she passed the front desk, but the manager didn't even glance up. When she reached the sixth floor, Julie walked the wrong way down the corridor and had to double back to find number 619.
The man was huge, not tall but very fat. He was in his early fifties, Julie judged by his graying hiar. She shivered when she saw the lusty gleam in his eye and his tongue run out to wet his thick lips.
"Well, well," he muttered, "you're a pretty little thing. Come in, come in."
Julie entered quickly to get out of the hall, but it was all she could do to face what she had to go through with. This man was utterly repulsive to her. The thought of getting in bed with him, or even having him touch her, almost nauseated her. She watched him eye her revealing mini cocktail outfit, stripping her down with lewd glances as he followed her across the room.
"You and I are going to have some real fun, girlie," he said, unzipping his pants and lewdly pulling his small prick out for her to see.
Julie remembered what Mr. Donotato had told her about getting the money before she let the man touch her.
"We have to finish our business arrangement first," she said.
"Sure, sure, girlie," he replied with a chuckle, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out his fat wallet. "Here, let's see, it was one hundred, right?"
"Yes," she answered quickly, steeling her body to what she had to do.
He handed her one crisp hundred-dollar bill which she quickly slipped into her purse.
"There's another one where that came from," he said with a gleam in his eye, "if you take real good care of old Nick."
Julie wished with all her heart that she was on a trip. She'd been tapering off, tripping only twice this week, but now she felt she really needed something to see her through this. Only the thought of Tommy and their future kept her from bolting out of the room.
The man waddled up to her and put his arms around her. Julie had to keep herself from shuddering when he placed his wet mouth against hers and ran his thick tongue into her oral cavity. His hands began running up and down her back, kneading her bare flesh and trying to pull her skirt up. He cupped her firm buttocks and squeezed.
Julie knew that the faster she worked him over the faster she could get out of the room, so her hand dropped down and found his small penis sticking out of his slacks. She held it and squeezed, almost laughing out loud at the tiny organ. It was small, short and very slender, covered with graying black pubic hair that was already matted from the heat of his body.
It was already moist, sticky little beads of liquid coating her fingers as she played with it and returned his wet kiss. Her fingers crept inside his pants and cupped the hairy sac hanging beneath his prick. When she squeezed, he squirmed and moaned.
"Let's get these clothes off," he said, his breath coming in sharp wheezing tones.
He backed away from the young blonde, his hungry eyes taking in her youthful body. He'd never been with a teen-ager like this before and his blood was about ready to boil over. God, she was pretty! That pert little nose, those full lips, her trim waist, and those saucy, firm tits! He'd had a hard time getting an erection with the last whore he'd hired, and that's why he demanded a young girl, even if the price was almost double. Look at him now, his cock as hard as a rock and all she'd done was play with it a little.
Beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead when Julie began slipping out of her cocktail dress. He gasped when he saw she wore no bra. The young ones had tits that stood right up, he mused. They didn't need any help! The nipples seemed to wink at him and he felt his groin throb. Then, when she pulled her panty hose down and stood there nude before him, he almost came. He'd never seen a blonde cunt before and he couldn't take his eyes off it. It was like his gaze was glued on her crotch.
Julie had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing when she saw his fingers begin fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He was so nervous he'd never get it off, so she walked over and began helping him. She pretended she was eager. It was the only way she could keep from laughing in his face, and, after all, he just might pay her extra like he'd said he would.
"Hurry up," she said. "You've got me all hot and bothered. I want to be fucked!"
He leaned back on the bed panting when her young tits brushed against his body as she deftly undressed him. She pulled him to his feet so she could pull his pants and shorts down, and then went down on her knees to pull them off his legs. Looking up with a smile, she took his tiny prick in her hand and massaged it. Then she leaned in and began licking it before she sucked it into her mouth.
It was more than he could take, this young girl on her knees before him sucking his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Before he could stop himself, he felt his balls explode and shoot jets of cum into her mouth. He groaned as she squeezed his balls and sucked hard to get every last drop out of him.
"My," Julie said, holding back a laugh, "you were hot, weren't you?"
"It's been a long time for me," he muttered in defense. "And you're so pretty!"
Julie stood up and walked back to the chair where she'd left her clothes. Mr. Donotato had assured her that once the man came she had earned her money.
"Say," the man said. "I think you could get me hard again and we could have a good time fucking. You said you wanted to fuck, and I'm sure I could if you'd get me hard."
"Well...." Julie said, letting the word hang meaningfully in the air.
"Oh, I'd pay you another hundred, if that's what you want. It isn't the money. I really like you."
"Okay," Julie said, "but you'll have to eat me some before we fuck." She wanted him to pay for it, and it would be fun to humiliate him.
"Are you sure you're clean?" he asked.
Julie gave him a dirty look and started getting into her panty hose.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded," he pleaded. "I just haven't ever done that to a girl like you. I think I'd like it, though. Really, I would!"
"Okay," Julie said, pulling her panty hose down again. "Get on your back on the bed."
The man followed her suggestion quickly and Julie climbed up over his body and squatted on his face. She lowered her crotch until she could feel his nose pressed into the crease between her buttocks. Then she squirmed and ground her cunt against his mouth. She felt him shudder and a wave of satisfaction swept through her.
Julie hadn't been prepared for what his tongue would do to her. She had her mind concentrating on humiliating him and she had completely forgotten about her own reactions. For one thing, the man repelled her, but making him eat her like this excited her. When his tongue shot up inside her cunt, Julie felt a strange passion beginning. He licked hard and then found her clitoris and began lapping it.
She looked down at his fat body and reached for his prick. She couldn't see it over the mounds of fat, but her hand found it shriveled up in the thick pubic hair of his crotch. She was happy to find it soft. That meant he wasn't excited by what she was making him do to her. Her fingers deftly wrapped around the slender shaft and she pulled the foreskin down with her thumb. She squeezed until the small head popped into sight and then she leaned down and began licking it with long wet strokes.
It grew rapidly in her mouth as she sucked and licked it, and her own desire was mounting equally fast. She would like to come in his face, even pee on him, but she remembered the hundred-dollar bill she would receive. Julie kept sucking him slowly, all the while letting her own passion take its natural course. She would come in his mouth, ride his tongue over the limit, but she'd keep him from knowing it. It was difficult, but the only sign of her coming was the tightening of her leg muscles and the sudden jerks of her crotch against his mouth.
Julie quickly pulled herself up, her knees a little weak from her minor orgasm, and she straddled his body so she could squat over his cock. She knew she didn't want his massive weight on top of her! Before he could say a word, she lowered herself onto his cock and began riding him like a horse. It was a good thing she had come on his face! She could hardly even feel his tiny cock inside her.
The man looked up and watched her working on top of him. Her body was moving rapidly up and down, her hair flying about on her shoulders. He stared at her two erect nipples which crested her pert breasts and a surge of energy shot into his veins. He reached up and grabbed her waist, then arched his hips and began fucking up into her with quick, short jabs.
"Jesus!" he shouted, pulling her waist down and jerking his hips high as his balls erupted for the second time within a few minutes.
Julie ground her hips into his pelvis and froze his cock inside her. She threw her head back and moaned as convincingly as she could, wanting him to think he had made her come too. They stayed that way for a moment and then Julie climbed off of his wet body. She leaned down and kissed his lips with a brief kiss and went to the chair, retrieved her clothes and headed for the bathroom. When she came out, the man was sitting on the bed lighting a long cigar.
"Girlie," he said, "I've never had it like this before. Can't we make some sort of a regular deal? I mean, like meeting here once every two weeks regularly?"
He was quite sincere. He'd never experienced anything like what he'd had with Julie. If he could meet her regularly, he'd give up the others right away. And maybe he could make some sort of a special deal with her on the price if he was a regular customer and she didn't have to pay off the guys who set this up.
"Nobody would have to know about it," he continued, "and I could pay you a little less, but you'd keep the whole thing. How about it? We could set up a date for a week from today at this same time, and then once every two weeks."
"How much would you pay me?" Julie asked.
"How about sixty dollars? You'd get to keep it all."
Julie thought for a moment. That would be ten dollars more than she made now, and he wasn't so bad. She could take care of him easily and having him as a regular would help her program of saving with Tommy.
"Okay," she said, "if you're sure nobody would know about it."
"I promise," he replied, taking out his wallet and giving her the second hundred-dollar bill he had promised her.
"Same time, same room?" she asked.
"Right, but you'd better call the hotel and ask for Mr. Fred J. Smith to make sure they gave me the same room, okay?"
Julie had a difficult decision to make. Would she tell Harry about the extra hundred and split it with him? She could keep the whole thing and they'd never be the wiser-if the man wasn't a plant. She argued with herself on the way down in the elevator and as she walked the block to the restaurant where she was to meet Harry. In the last minute, Julie made the decision that she would gamble and keep it to herself.
She sighed with relief when she saw Harry wasn't the least bit suspicious.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When you're in a hurry, everything goes too slow, Tommy thought. He'd made plenty of contacts, even set up four guys to handle the product in other neighborhoods, but volume was slow in coming and Tommy was becoming impatient. It took so long to get the whole thing moving. His sales had gone up and he was making over five hundred dollars a week now, but that wasn't near enough. What worried him was that it would take a month longer than he planned, and that could run him very close to time to enroll in college.
Julie surprised him. She was adding two hundred a week to their account and he'd had no idea she could earn that much as a model. When he talked to her about it, Julie was very vague and changed the subject quickly. He'd kept after her, asking if this would be permanent, but she kept telling him she couldn't tell yet. When he pointed out how much it would help their overall budget, she shrugged her shoulders and passed it off.
Another thing which concerned Tommy was that Julie was using far too much heroin. She was on a trip almost constantly now, and she wasn't getting it from him. He wanted to stop her, explain how dangerous it was, but she wouldn't talk about it. When they made love, Tommy saw the numerous small punctures on her thighs and asked her about them. Julie passed this off with the explanation that she was taking vitamin shots for her headaches.
Julie wanted to tell him the whole story, but she couldn't. She might lose him, and then everything she'd been through would be for nothing. She knew she was tripping out too much, but it was the only way she could live with what she was doing. She'd built up a regular trade with four men, earning some money no one else knew about. But she had to put up with men who wanted to tie her up, spank her, use candles on her.
She shivered when she thought about that first man who wanted to tie her up. She'd been high on a trip at the time and she'd agreed. He'd tied her wrists and ankles to the bed and then started laughing like a maniac! He'd brought out a feather and began tickling her cunt with it, driving her crazy with little strokes up and down the length of her slit and then flicking her clitoris until she cried out with passion. Then he'd brought out a vibrator shaped like a penis and put it up her ass slowly. She'd cried and begged him not to, but he'd only laughed. When he had it all the way up her rectum, he turned it on and the vibrations drove her crazy. He laughed and climbed on top of her and began fucking her while the vibrator hummed in her rectum. She thought he would tear her apart, rip the thin membrane that separated her two sensitive canals. What bothered her was that once the pain had subsided she found her body giving itself over to what he was doing. She actually became excited, and when she came it almost made her faint. But then he ruined it all by standing over her, his feet firmly planted between her legs, and, holding his ugly prick aimed in her face, pissed all over her. It hit her eyes, her nose, her lips, even soaked her hair, and all he did was laugh in his high-pitched voice.
She'd had to run to Tommy's place and wash her hair, even before she gave Harry his money. When she explained to Harry, he understood and forgave her. When Harry asked her to meet the man again, Julie flatly refused.
Then there was the man who wanted her to piss in his face. That was all he wanted. She remembered squatting there over his ugly face, straining her stomach muscles for the longest time in an effort to pee. When it finally came, she pissed in streams that covered him. It amazed her to see his cock explode and send cum shooting into the air when she pissed on him. Julie couldn't imagine what excited a man like that, but he was one of her regular customers now.
One man had made her beat him with his belt until his ass was a mass of red welts. She hated that, and she hated herself for experiencing a minor orgasm while she whipped the man.
Would she ever be the same again? This worried Julie more than anything else, and it was something she couldn't talk to Tommy about. She enjoyed the sex they had together less and less, but she told herself it was because she was taking so many trips to numb her mind and body to what she was doing.
Julie knew she was using heroin now. Harry had told her, using it as a threat to hold over her head. She went to the public library and got two books on drug addiction. What she read worried her, but she lived with the thought that she could be cured when this period was over. She'd save some money and place herself in a private clinic. Julie knew she'd go through a month of living hell, but it would be worth it for what she and Tommy would have together afterward.
Her parents were another worry. They were becoming suspicious. Her father wanted to know when they would see some of her modeling work, and they wanted to know what she was doing with the money she earned. She lied and lied, but she knew she couldn't keep it up much longer. Her father worried about her lack of enthusiasm and had asked her a number of times if she was drinking. It wouldn't be long before they'd find out. Julie knew she couldn't keep up the masquerade much longer.
When Tommy announced that they had reached ten thousand dollars in their savings account, Julie broke down and cried. They were so close now, she would just have to hold out a little longer. She made discreet inquiries about the cost of the cure in a private clinic and found that it would run over one thousand dollars. She'd managed to save up close to five hundred, so she knew she would have to work harder because the time was coming.
But she was so tired. Julie went to sleep exhausted and woke up just as tired. She had no energy at all and felt completely drained. She had to force herself to get dressed for her dates, and the only thing that kept her going at all was the feeling that it would all be over in just a few weeks.
And lately she had discovered that she was being watched. She wasn't positive, because she'd been unable to catch the men who followed her, but she knew they were there. She'd seem them at the bank when she made deposits, and she'd seen them in the hundred different hotels she visited. When she mentioned it to Tommy, he assured her it was all in her mind. He'd been watching carefully and was certain no one was following them.
"Anyway," he said, "two more weeks and we'll have it licked. Just two more weeks and we quit!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"She's been knocking down on us, I tell you!" Harry said, clenching his fists. "I planted a guy on her last week. He gave her an extra ten and she didn't say a word about it when she split with me. I think she needs a treatment. I'll just bruise her up a bit and remind her who she's working for."
Barry Donotato looked up at Harry and framed his answer carefully. He never interfered with Harry and the way he ran the girls under his command. This was Harry's job, to keep them in line. But he'd had word from the boss.
"Do nothing, Harry," he said quietly. "Charlie called me this morning and they're having a meeting of the committee tonight. Something is brewing about these kids and we'd better wait until we see what it is. If nothing comes of it, you can take care of her tomorrow."
"Okay, if that's the way you want it. But we can't let her get away with this. It'll get back to some of the other girls and that could hurt us."
"We might even put her on a dry spell for a while," Barry said. "That'll be worse on her than any beating. You could hold her in a room somewhere and let her suffer for a few days. But wait until we see what comes out of this meeting tonight."
The committee was in full session by eight o'clock, and it was a stormy session at that. The usual quiet business atmosphere was gone and men were pounding on the table and shouting.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Mr. Kline shouted. He was chairman and it was his task to bring order to the meeting. "This will get us nowhere. We must discuss all of this logically, coolly like the businessmen we are."
His voice carried authority and one by one the men began to sit down. The noise lowered and Mr. Kline glanced around the room with a nod of approval before he continued.
"We can't exist as we are without cooperation from the politicians, you all know that," he said. "They make it possible for us to do business. Now, when they ask us for cooperation, we have to help."
"We pay the bastards plenty!" one of the men grumbled.
"But there are times when they have to have more than bribes," Mr. Kline continued. "They have to throw the public a sop, keep them fat and happy, keep them quiet. This new district attorney is out to make a name for himself. Okay, so we help him. That's not a request from the big boys, it's an order.
"He wants a vice cleanup, and it must be obvious to you that we either give him what he wants or he'll go after it himself and that could bring him in some doors we don't want opened. Sure, it's unpleasant for us, but it's better that we control what gets cleaned up than have him run wild through our operation."
Mr. James, quiet until now, rose and addressed Mr. Kline.
"And how do we know he'll be satisfied with what we give him? How do we know he won't want more, and in the end ruin our entire organization?"
"He could, I'll grant that, Mr. James. But he won't. I'm positive of that," Kline countered. "Have you ever seen a vice cleanup last beyond a few headlines? Of course not! What they want is enough press coverage to guarantee reelection, to build up their names. It's always been that way. Look at the past several decades. We've been through this with administration after administration. And we've always controlled it exactly as we wanted. A few weeks of headlines, some sensational arrests and it's over and done with."
"But that means throwing some of our own people to the dogs!" Carlo Menotti growled.
"Of course it does," Mr. Kline replied, his voice firm and resolved, "but these people are expendable. Especially the kids. The public believes all kids are wild today anyway, so the press will really jump on kids if we finger them."
Mr. James rose again, this time banging his fist on the table for emphasis and attention.
"And they'll want to go after those behind the kids. You know that, Kline. They always do. They won't be satisfied with just the small fry. They never are!"
Mr. Kline lost his patience for a moment and his eyes blazed fire. It had been a long, hard evening and he didn't feel that they were getting anywhere.
"Don't you think we've thought of that?" he snapped. "We'll have to sacrifice a few men. We've already taken some steps in that direction. Black Louie, for instance, one of your men, James, is being set up for the fall. We've put him in the numbers game in his area and set him up to look like the kingpin. Four others have been given the same treatment. We've backed Josh Williams out and sent him to Mexico for a few weeks. He'll be back when the break comes and ready to run everything again."
"And what if these birds sing on us?"
"That's already been taken care of. They won't get a chance to sing. They'll be kept quiet with promises for a while, then they won't be able to sing."
Everything seemed cut and dried to the men present, and some of them wondered why they'd even bothered to call the meeting. Kline was obviously running the show. He saw opinion registered on their faces and immediately sought to dispel it.
"Gentlemen," he said softly. "I don't like this any more than you do. And all of this is only a suggested means of handling a rather unpleasant situation. The steps I have taken already are simply to keep us ready. If anybody here has a better idea of how we can solve this, I'll back him one hundred percent."
"I say we do nothing! We're bigger than any lousy district attorney," Carlo Menotti said.
Minor discussion followed Carlo's proposal, but all agreed that this would be too dangerous, would place them against the administration rather than with it and could doom their entire organization. After some very heated conversation, Mr. Kline's plan was adopted.
Charlie Armado sat quietly through all of this.
His division would be hurt more than any other, but there was little he could do. He finally rose and addressed the committee.
"I agree the sacrifice must be made," he said, "but I wonder if we can't save some of the young girls. They've brought us big profits and I don't see why we can't sacrifice just a few-those who haven't been doing well or have been giving us trouble. I can have Harry and the men select two dozen or so and we'll let them take the rap."
"That sounds reasonable to me," Mr. James added.
"I think that would be all right, Charlie," Kline agreed. "We'll have to give up the boys pushing for us among the teen-agers, though. Once that breaks we'll never be able to hold it in check."
They discussed this for a minute or so and then reached a general agreement. After that, it was all a matter of setting things in motion and the meeting adjourned. Mr. James, Charlie Armado and Mr. Kline-the men who would be responsible for seeing everything carried out-remained in the room and began making their plans.
"Both Black Louie and Cat have to go," Kline said.
"I'll take care of that, and I'll have men to replace them right away. First we'll break the kids, give the cops leads and evidence on them. They'll lead the cops back to Cat, and we'll see that Black Louie is set up so he'll never know what hit him."
"Will Harry and a couple of his men be enough from my end," Armado asked, "or will I have to give up Donotato too?"
"I think Harry and three others will be enough, don't you?" Kline replied.
"Harry could sing," Armado said.
"He won't, we'll see to that."
It happened two days before the date Tommy and Julie had promised each other they'd quit. The police raided a hotel where Julie was in bed with a john and arrested her with three other teen-age girls working for the organization.
Tommy was picked up in his apartment with a fresh shipment of heroin on hand for evidence.
True to the prediction, the press had a field day with the cleanup, but it lasted only three weeks and then was forgotten.
Black Louie died mysteriously of a heart attack while he was being held for trial. Cat was shot to death while trying to escape from jail, and Harry fell down the steps of the courthouse after testifying and broke his neck.
Julie was placed in the prison hospital for drug addiction and then sent to the juvenile authorities. Tommy received a long sentence and never saw Julie again. She committed suicide the day she was released in custody of her parents.
