Barber Shop Whore, Part 4

By wetfly6969

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The fifty dollar customer had just stepped into the restroom with
Lindsey when seconds later, the door opened.  "Uh, there's a
problem in here," the man stated sticking his head out whispering
to Walter.

"A problem?  Whatever it is, there's not going to be a problem.
I'll take care of it."  Pulling the door wider, he looked down at
the sprawled out girl with her legs wide, her hands thrust above
her head, and her eyes merely slits.  "What's the problem?"

"Look at her pussy," the guy said stepping aside.  "She's full of
cum!"

Leaning into the room, he noticed the source of the man's
concerns as a stream of froth leaked steadily down the crack of
her butt.  A quick glace to the sink reveled the unopened box of
condoms resting exactly where he left them.

"LINDSEY!  Why aren't you using the condoms?" he shouted loud
enough to get George's attention.  "I told you you've got to use
one every time!"

"They make me itchy inside," she mumbled.

"I don't give a damn.  I'm not going to stick my cock into a
diseased cum hole and the customers don't want to either."

"What's going on?" George asked stepping through the curtain.

"Lindsey isn't using condoms, that's what going on!"

"Lindsey, Honey, you got to use them.  What if you were to get
pregnant?"

"I don't give a damn about her getting pregnant," Walter
screamed.  "I don't want to catch anything and the clean up will
take too long between clients!"  Turning to the man waiting, he
smiled.  "I'm sorry about this.  Give me a minute and I'll clean
her up for you and give you a couple of extra minutes for your
troubles."

The man looked back at the slender, very attractive girl and
nodded before stepping out into the hallway with George.  Closing
the door, Walter looked down at her.

"Get up and clean that nasty hole, slut!" he barked leaning
against the sink.  Slowly she pulled herself up, feeling the
surge of fluids escaping, running down her inner thighs.  "You're
a disgusting pig," he added noticing the liquids quickly making
it's way to her ankles.

Sitting on the toilet, she released what she could before
grabbing a few hand towels and wetting them.  Walter shook his
head as she wiped the residue from between her legs and tossed
the towels into the trash.

She wasn't exactly clean, but at least she didn't have cum
dripping from her pussy.  "Don't do that again, Lindsey.  I'm
trying to start up a business here, *YOUR* business and shit like
that can ruin it for everyone."

She stood silent looking at the floor.

"Are you feeling alright?  You're looking a little strange."

"My stomach hurts," she said bending over slightly.  He noticed
the sweat on her face and how her hair was plastered to her
forehead.  He had assumed it was from the physical exertions of
continuous sex with multiple men, but now he wasn`t so sure.  He
touched her face.  She felt cold but was sweating and was shaking
as if cold.

"I know what you need," he said reaching into the cabinet.
"There's two more in there if you find you need it again," he
added handing her the cigarette.  With shaking hands, she brought
it to her mouth, pushing the twisted end between her lips. Walter
struck a match, lighting the joint.

He didn't understand what was wrong.  She smoked one before
starting, another one after lunch and now, just two hours later,
her third but she acting like it's nothing.  He'll have to talk
to Terrance about the last bag he got from the dealer.  Looks
like it's bogus.

"Is she okay?" George asked as he opened he door.  The customer
was still waiting in the hall and rushed past him as soon as
Walter left the room.

"Twelve minutes," he reminded the man.

"Well?  How is she?" George repeated.

"She's fine.  Just needed a little break."

"Five minutes isn't much of a break."

"It is when you have someone waiting."

"It's almost four o'clock.  Why don't we call it a day after this
guy.  I think she's had enough."

"Are you forgetting the reason we're doing this?  M-O-N-E-Y!  We
won't make any if we quit every time there's a glitch."

"I don't call this a glitch.  She's tired and probably sore so we
should stop."

"She knew what she was getting into when she started so quit
worrying.  Everything will work out, just relax will you?"

"I still don't like it.  I think we should stop."

"Did you record this guy in the journal?" Walter asked ignoring
his statement.

"Yes.  And put the money in the drop box."

"She's doing great for her first day, isn't she?"

Sighing, George left the hall, jerking the curtain aside as he
passed.

***

"Come again soon," Walter said grinning as he escorted the last
customer to the door, locking it behind him.  It was already 7:20
and the guy paid for a twenty minute session.  A few minutes
later and he would have missed them as the door had already been
locked, but  Walter couldn't turn away a hundred dollar sale.

"Hoo-hoo!" he called out rubbing his hands together with a
boasting smile.  "What a terrific start!"   George grumbled,
walking around the counter to check on Lindsey.  She was still
naked, sitting on the floor smoking the last joint.

George steeled himself.  Even though he disapproved of her
smoking, especially pot, there wasn't anything he could do to
stop her.  They needed her too much right now to risk upsetting
her.

"George, my brother, we've struck pay dirt!" Walter cried out
urgently entering the small hallway to stand beside his gawking
sibling.  "One thousand, two-hundred and five dollars!  That's
what our little cash cow made for us today!  Can you fucking
believe it? We've got a gold mine on our hands!"

"Walter, look at her.  She's like a zombie and looks like hell.
What's Terry going to say when she sees her like this?"

"I'll fix her up, just take it easy," he said brushing past him.
"Lindsey, come on, stand up, let's get you cleaned up so your
momma won't freak out."  She felt like dead weight as he pulled
her hundred pound body up from the mattress.  "Wash your face and
splash some water on your pussy.  You smell like a whore," he
said turning on the water.

Moving to the side, he was glad to see that she was using the
condoms since their last discussion.  Reaching for the box, he
smiled noticing the sole package resting at the bottom of the
box.  Eleven condoms were used since just before four and she
looks like she was ridden hard and put up wet.  Brushing her hair
from her face, he stared into her drooping eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said unzipping his pants.  For
the past eight and a half hours he's sat by watching as a parade
of men went into the bathroom to fuck her and he's been horny all
day. He'll just pop a load into her before sending her home to
her mother.  He smiled at the thought and realized for the first
time, she didn't argue when he called Terry her mother earlier.

"WALTER!  What are you doing?" George charged in pulling on his
arm.

"What it look like?  I'm going to fuck her."

"She's your niece!"

"No she's not.  George, we've been through this already.  She a
whore of a whore and our new source of income.  Why shouldn't I
fuck her if every other Tom, Dick and Harry gets to?  If you're
smart, you'll get some too before she's too used up."

Pulling his arm free, he leaned her over the sink, prodding his
way around her opening from behind.  George stood next to him
appalled by his brother's actions.  "Shit, George, you don't know
what you're missing.  It's like lava in here.  Like freaking
molten lava!"

Disgusted by what he saw, he turned and left, heading back into
the front of the store.  "You're missing out, George," Walter
called out to him down the hall.

***

"Something was wrong with that last bag of marijuana," Walter
yelled out entering the apartment.  Terrance came out from the
kitchen holding a Budweiser.

"Well hello to you too," Terrance responded flopping to the sofa
and reaching for the remote control.

"I'm serious, Terrance.  She smoked all of it and it didn't phase
her one bit."

"That's because it's just pot," he said taking a sip from the
bottle.

"I thought we had an agreement.  We would get the marijuana
spiked with heroin."

"That was just to introduce her to it.  You need to kick it up a
notch."

"What do you mean?"

"She needs to get on the real stuff now.  None of this Mickey
Mouse shit.  She can still smoke it, if she wants, but it's gotta
be the pure shit."

"I don't understand.  Why can't she still have it in a joint?"

"Her body's getting a tolerance to that amount and she'll be
smoking pot 24-7 just to get high.  She needs a stronger dose to
make sure she stays hooked."

"I'm not sure I like that."

"Hey, it was your idea, I'm just trying to help, you know,
*advise*, like you wanted." he added finishing the beer.

Walter sat down.  He wasn't expecting that.  It was one thing to
spike her smokes with a little heroin, but to deliberately get
her addicted to it is different, that's something totally
unexpected.

"So how'd she do today?  Perform like a little circus monkey?"

"Yea, I guess you can say that.  She kept up with them all day
long.  Ended up fucking eighteen customers today so I'm pretty
happy about that."

"EIGHTEEN!?! Wow, you really worked her hard didn't you."

"Hey, they kept coming in so what else could I do?" he said
smiling.

"So now you can pay me what you owe me, right?"

"Uh, yea, but not all at once.  It will take a few days to pay
you off.  Tomorrow's Saturday and I think we'll do even better."

"How much you got now?"

"We made $1200 so George and I each got $600."

"Don't for get I get $120 of that money too!  Plus what you owe
me."

Walter could have kicked himself for not getting half of that
from George.  He'll have to pay Terrance from his money and get
it back from George.

"How much do I owe you for the pot?"

"The first bag I paid for.  The second bag with the dust was
straight up a hundred and the last bag was twenty, so you owe me
$120 for the weed."

"Wow, I didn't realize pot was so expensive."

"It's the best shit you can buy and with the extra kick in it,
ran up the price."

"I'm not going to be able to pay that kind of money for a habit
like that."

"That's one reason why you need to hook `er up with it straight.
Stronger and will last longer.  She won't use as much and you can
keep her high as long as she's producing for you.  Trust me, I
used to do this to all my girls when I was pimpin'."

"She needs something now.  She was really looking bad toward the
end and I don't want her to have a bad night and not want to work
tomorrow."

"I'll call my contact and get you something.  Gimme `bout sixty
and I'll pick it up for you.  Call your brother to bring `er over
and I'll have it here for her.  Plus I can collect on you promise
of all the pussy I want."

Grimacing, Walter reached for the phone to call George.  Heading
into his bedroom, Terrance pulled out his cell and dialed his
dealer.  "Roscoe?  It's me, T~bone.  I got that dumb cracker all
set up for the fall.  We'll milk him for all we can before we
take away the little whore and really cash in.  Hook me up with a
couple of dime bags of smack and make `em good.  I'm on my way to
pick it up.  I want this bitch begging for it."

***

 "Here ya go, baby girl, just suck it right into you nose,"
Terrance was holding a short straw in one hand while putting the
hand behind her head directing her face closer to the two white
lines.

"Walter, I don't like this.  Make him stop," George said grabbing
his arm.  "She shouldn't be doing drugs."

"Relax, George.  It's nothing bad.  Just to give her a
pick-me-up.  She's had a hard day and needs something to help her
with.  Terrance says it's no more dangerous than pot."

Holding the straw to her nose, the men watched as she sniffed
hard, drawing in the first line.  She jerked back, rubbing at her
nose as her eyes widened.  "One more, baby," Terrance said
putting the straw to the other side of her nose before lowering
her head.  George turned away as the line quickly disappeared
into her nose.  "That's my girl, take it all in," he added with a
smile.

The trio sat watching as the drugs slowly began effecting her.
Walter was close enough to see her pupils constrict just before
they closed and a smile creased her face.

"I think she likes it," Terrance said lifting her into his arms
and walking toward the back of the apartment.

"WAIT!" George called out.  "Where are you taking her?"

"To my room, unless you want me to fuck her in front of you.  You
wanna watch?"

"NO!" George yelled out standing to pursue the taller man down
the hall.  "You can't do it to her!"

Stopping, he turned to look at the pudgy, slightly balding man.
"Why the hell not?"

"Come back and sit down, George.  Let him be," Walter called out
to his brother.

"I don't want him touching her!"

"Why not?" Terrance asked turning to face him.

"She, uh, well, I, um, it's because you're well, how can I put
it..."

"It's `cause I'm black, ain't it?" he asked taking a step closer.

"No, no, it's not that, it's just she's had enough sex today."

"Enough sex, huh?  How many of the guys who fucked her were
black?"

"None.  But that's not the point."

"I think it is.  If a black man walked in wanting to fuck her,
you'd tell him `no' wouldn't you?"  George stood silent looking
at the bigger man holding his foster daughter.  "That's what I
thought, cracker," he mumbled turning toward his room.  "And for
your information, I've already fucked her.  Busted a nut in her
ass, her mouth and two inside of her pussy.  Best shit I've had
in a long time," he added with a wink.

"WALTER!  Do something!" he shouted turning to his brother.

"Drop it, George.  Don't worry about it.  It's part of the deal."

"Deal?  What are you talking about?"

"Sit down and I'll tell you about it."

***

"Terry's not going to approve of this at all!" George said after
hearing what Walter had to say.  "Her family has a huge farm up
state and are very prejudice.  That's why she never comes over
here and doesn't like me or the kids to come over either.  As
soon as she saw your roommate was black, she faked a headache and
made us leave.  If she knew a black man was, uh with Lindsey,
she's go ballistic."

"Well, for one thing, she won't find out because you're going to
keep your mouth shut, remember.  And for another thing, you're
too big of a wuss to stand up to her.  You've always been a push
over and married a bitch who controls everything you do."

"That's not true!"

"George, I know better.  I see how she treats you and you just
take it like a wimp.  And now Lindsey's doing the same thing, but
fortunately, I've stepped in to stop her from going as far as
Terry.  About her being prejudice, that's an issue she'll have to
deal with and not me."

"I still don't like a colored man touching Lindsey."

"So you're okay with a white man fucking her, but not a black
man?"

"I didn't say that."

"Yea, you did."

"Can't you go in there and make him stop?  I don't think Lindsey
would want him doing it to her."

"She didn't have a problem a few days ago when he fucked her."

"Stop using that word!  It's crude and vulgar."

"It's also exactly what the men are doing to her.  What would you
rather me call it, making love?  That hardly describes it,
wouldn't you agree?"

"It's just vulgar, that's all I'm saying."

"You need to loosen up, Georgie," he said slapping his back.
"Face it, you're little girl is all grown up now and you're
probably the only man around here who hasn't had his cock inside
of her."

"She's *NOT* a slut, Walter, we're making her do this, she didn't
chose to do it."

"She *is* a slut, George and you can ask Hayden about it, he'll
tell you."

"Hayden?  What's he got to do with this?"

"He's hitting it more than any of us.  I'm sure he's nutted
several times into her hot little bod."

"That's a lie!  He's only 14-years-old and she's been his sister
for the past three years.  He wouldn't have sex with her. Never!"

"You're wrong, brother.  He's tapping that slut every chance he
gets."

"How would you even know that?"

"She told me.  She likes it too or why else would she keep
running back to him?"

"Why are you acting like this?  Are you trying to upset me?"

"I'm trying to tell you the way life is.  Women, and girls, are
nothing but whores that will spread their legs anytime it suits
them."

"You're just bitter because BAddie left you for a co-worker."

"That has nothing to do with it.  Women are whores and that's a
fact!"

"Well Terry's not.  She was a virgin on our wedding night and I'm
positive I'm the only man she's been with."

"She was a virgin because she grew up on a farm miles from the
next farm.  If she had grown up with guys besides her brothers,
she wouldn't have been a virgin, I promise you that.  And how
sure are you she's not screwing around?"

"I know."

"Anyone want a piece of this pie?" Terrance called out carrying
the naked girl over his shoulder.

"George?" Walter asked turning to him with a smile.

His horrified expression made the two men laugh.

"You don't know what you're missing," Walter said standing to
take her from Terrance.  "And I don't mind if you watch," he
added dropping her onto the sofa.

"Walter, please think about what you're doing.  You told me
before that I was the boss and could change my mind about doing
this.  Well, I'm changing my mind."

"Too late, George," he replied sliding his pants below his knees.
 "What's done is done and there's too much at stake to throw it
all away right now."

George watched mesmerized until his brother crawled between her
parted legs.  "I can't watch this," he muttered leaving toward
the kitchen.

"Man, wassup with you r brother?" Terrance asked sitting on the
chair across from them.

"He's got some hang ups, that's all.  He'll be okay later, I
promise."  They heard a slight grunt as he entered her.

"Yo, George, bring me a beer will ya?" Terrance yelled out with a
smile.  He wasn't sure he'd do it, but grinned when he appeared
with one.  He'll be easy to train.

Walter thrust in and out of the tight, soupy hole, feeling the
juices soaking his balls and thighs.  Her pussy was very hot and
swollen, making her feel even tighter.  George handed the beer to
Terrance before taking another glance at the sofa.  He had mixed
emotions, both tearing his heart in two.

"You can fuck `er next," Terrance suggested twisting the top from
the bottle.

"I... I can't.  She's my daughter."

"Not for real though, right?  I mean she's not your flesh and
blood or nothing so it's cool to fuck `er.  She just some slut
living in your house," he said taking a large swallow.  "She's
into it, dawg, I for real.  Loves to get that cock."

"She's only twelve.  It's not right."

"Now-a-days girls start out a lot earlier.  I've seen bitches
turning tricks before they turn twelve so it ain't no big thang."

The steady slapping sound was disturbing but he couldn't tear his
eyes away from what Walter was doing to her.  He was much larger
than her five-foot-two body and eclipsed her under his bulk.  The
succulence of the cardinal union gave him cold chills as his own
manhood began to betray him.

He shook his head, wanting to turn away, but unable to.  Terry
has their love making scheduled for Sundays and Wednesdays and
they missed the most recent encounter due to her period.  He
sighed wishing that he hadn't brought her over but Walter said he
had something she needed.  If he only knew it was drugs, they
wouldn't be here.

Walter's strokes became hurried and more forceful as she began
squealing under him.  He wasn't sure if it was from him hurting
her or if she was enjoying it.  Walter grunts and moans over
powered hers as the got closer.  Still George watched, unsure
why.

"OH FUCK I`M CUMMING!" Walter cried out, slamming his body to
her, his ass flexing in rapid successions as he emptied himself
into her.

"Yea, that's what I'm talkin' `bout!" Terrance said lifting his
bottle in toast.  Walter stayed still until his breath returned
to normal and his cock slowly slipped from her tight confines.
Slowly he backed away, falling to the floor wiping the sweat from
his brow.

"Damn that's some good pussy!" he said smiling.

"You goin' next?" Terrance asked looking at him.  He remained
glued to his spot as he repeated the question.

"Looks to me like you want to, George," Walter said chuckling.
"Or is that a banana in your pants?"  The two had a laugh as
George's face reddened.

"If you ain't going, I'm fuckin' `er again," Terrance said
reaching over to place his bottle on the coffee table.  "You
goin'?"  His silence reveled his decision as Terrance moved
around the table, unzipping his pants.  "I ain't gunna pass up
some free pussy."

Walter sat on the floor near his side as he pounded into the
grunting girl like a psychopath.  He hadn't seen anyone fuck with
such force and speed ever before and his hips were a blur.
Glancing toward George he shook his head.  Poor George really
wanted to fuck her but his conscious wouldn't allow it. Hopefully
soon he'll over come that or it may pose a problem later.

"George, get me a beer, will you?" Walter asked looking up from
the floor.  George's eyes were glued to the contrasting colors of
their skin as the taller black man crashed into her with full
force.  That should be hurting her, even if she hadn't been with
so many men all day long.  He didn't think even an older
prostitute could handle that much abuse.

"GEORGE!" Walter shouted, getting his attention.  Quickly he
turned to his brother staring wide-eyed.  "Get me a beer!"  After
a slow glance to the sofa, he turned, heading toward the kitchen.
 Same old George.

He returned with the beer, stopping as he entered the room.
Walter was no longer sitting on the floor but was instead
kneeling over her face and pushing his cock into her mouth.  He
never really considered her performing oral sex on anyone as
Terry would never do it.

He watched from the doorway as the two men gratified themselves
with her young body.  He should have stopped them, but how? There
are two of them and he knew Walter had a bad temper. Sitting at
the kitchen table, he watched until both men had another orgasm
and moved away from her.

"We're do with her if you want a go," Walter joked, knowing that
he probably wouldn't.

"Naw, old Georgie's in love.  He wants her all to himself."

"Yea, he'll wait until he gets her home alone and be on her like
stink on shit, isn't that right, George?  You want some alone
time with her?"

"Hell, if that's all he wants, he can use your room to fuck her
in, right?"

"Yea, George, take her to my room if you're shy."  The men
laughed and kidded him until he went down the hall into the
bathroom.  "If you're jerking off, clean up the mess!"

The men were dressed when he returned, but Lindsey was still
naked, lying on the couch with one leg over the side, the other
bent and resting against the back.  One hand was draped over her
eyes as if shielding it from the light and the other partially
covered her breasts.

"I'm taking her home!" George announced storming into the room.
The men smiled at his balliness.  He probably spent the last ten
minutes in the bathroom building courage to rush out and stand up
to them.  They looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

"Okay, George, we're done with her anyway.  Take her home and
have your private little fun with her," Walter said falling to
the chair across from the sofa.

"Her clothes are on the floor in my room.  Go get them," Terrance
ordered, winking at George.  Like a scolded schoolboy, he turned,
heading down the hall.

No one spoke as he helped her dress, wiping the excessive cum
oozing from her bright red slit with his handkerchief.  Not
wanting to put the soaked rag back into his pocket, he dropped it
to the floor, pulling her upright.

Her eyes were droopy, skin cold and damp.  Struggling to focus
her stare, she fell to the side, resting her head against the
sofa's back.

"She's noddin' right now," Terrance said standing.  "She'll be
like that a little while but she'll come out of it.  Best thing
for that is a little coke.  Takes the edge off and keeps her from
being a zombie."

"Can you help me get her to the van?"

"Nope, you're on your own, man.  We just wanted her for sex and
now we're done with her.  She's your problem now," Terrance said
heading toward the kitchen.

"I'd help you, George, but it might look funny with two men
dragging an underage girl out to a van.  Just carry her like a
bride and drop her in the back.  People around here won't care."

Sighing, he struggled to lift her.  He wasn't in the best of
shape and had trouble standing with her in his arms.  "I'll get
the door for you," Walter offered.  "Make sure you have her at
the shop before 11, I want my turn with her before everyone
else."

Huffing, he brushed past his offensive brother out into the
hallway.

"That pussy is gunna make us rich," he heard Terrance from behind
him.  Closing the door, he turned with a smile.

"Yes, I hope so.  She's coming along really good, wouldn't you
say?"

"Yea, but tomorrow she'll need some coke to keep her active. If
she's just lying there all day, johns won't want to fuck her a
second time.  Keep her wired and she'll do whatever the fuck you
say."

"How much is this coke going to cost me?"

"Don't worry, the first bag is on me," he said dropping to the
chair.  Walter sat across from him, noticing the soaked
handkerchief on the floor.

"Too bad we can't get George to fuck her too.  That would give us
something over him to keep quiet.  I'm concerned he'll say the
wrong thing and ruin it."

"Don't sweat it, man, I've got and idea that will take care of
Georgie."

"Like what?"

"I'll let you know later," he said finishing his beer.  "You
think tomorrow I could drop by the shop to, uh see how things are
going?"

"You mean to fuck her again?"

"Yea, that too," he said laughing.

"Sure, no problem."

"Cool," he replied standing.  "Let me get you the coke so she'll
be primed to fuck tomorrow."

Walter watched as he disappeared down the hall and stared at the
handkerchief.  Reaching for it, he brought it to his nose and
sniffed.  The pungent odor burned his nostrils as he coughed.
Smiling he pushed it into his pocket standing to join Terrance in
his room.  Today was great, but tomorrow will be even better.

~ end of part