God's Will, Chapter 10 by wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gary drove most of the way to Jessie's house with his head leaning out the window. The sour stench was over powering and made him gag from time to time. After he dropped her off he'll need to get his car detailed. Paul only allowed him to hose her off before taking her home as his guests would be arriving at any moment and he had to get rid of her fast. Glancing to the seat next to him he shook his head. The poor dumb fuck is just a pile of flesh splayed out on the seat, her head resting against the passenger side door. Liquids still oozed from her reddened slit even though he shoved the water hose halfway up her pussy to clean her out and she was a mess. It may take a few days for her to recover from the shoot. The two camera men, the lighting guy and sound man really did a number on her. They had been charged up watching her for hours fucking everything around and they didn't hold back. The four of them fucked her nonstop for over an hour before Paul shouted out through the back door for them to hurry. They pumped her full of cum in each hole, but they weren't finished with her, not by a long shot as someone grabbed the bucket of horse cum and they discussed what to do with it. Grabbing her by the ankles, two men held her upside down, one pushed the plastic funnel into her pussy and held it in place as the forth man slowly poured the cum which had been sitting out for an hour and a half into her pussy. The effects of the last hit of coke had worn off and she was crashing big time, hardly coherent as they had their way with her. Gary knew not to give her any more drugs as he would run the risk of her overdosing and lose out on his investment. Her pussy held most of the cum, but the funnel remained filled and no more would go in, no matter what they did. She was filled to the brim. Slowly they brought her back down, holding the bucket under her as she was up righted, allowing the cum to drain back into the container. The funnel-holder had been jerking off as they filled her with horse cum and aimed his cock to the bucket, adding another load to the watery slime. Two others followed suit before flipping her back over, held upside down by her ankles. The funnel was pushed into her asshole and the bucket was tilted, emptying the contents, including three fresh loads of human cum, into her ass. She took it all and Gary watched from the side as the frothy goo bubbled its way into her rectum. Up righting her once again, the men sat Jessie on the bucket, holding her to keep her from falling off, as the cum drained from her ass into the bucket once again. Gary knew they were running out of time and told the men to hurry as they needed to leave. The stockiest of the four dropped her to the ground and held her up right between his knees as the funnel was shoved into her mouth. With everyone watching, the bucket was tipped slowly, pouring the mostly clear goo into the funnel and into her mouth. She gagged at first, but slowly began swallowing as it became too much for her mouth to hold. Several hard gulps dislodged the gel from her throat as the flow continued. After a full minute of continuous swallowing, she couldn't take any more and the cum began overfilling the funnel and running down her neck and chest. The pourer paused, giving her time to swallow what was in the funnel before resuming. It took Paul's yelling from the house again to make him pour the remainder over her face and body, much to the delight of everyone watching. She looked like a drowned rat, drowned in cum and juices. "I got one more for you," the only man who hadn't contributed a load to the bucket called out stepping closer to her. Pulling her by the hair, he guided her mouth to his cock before shoving it in hard and deep, gritting his teeth as he let loose his semen. Weakly she swallowed, taking even more cum into her belly. Once done, the four stood around her in a semi-circle and began to piss, coating her naked body in a golden shower until all were drained. One by one they left, dressing and commenting on the biggest slut they had ever met. Gary hosed her off, rushing in to ask Paul to allow her to shower, but was rebuked for even asking such a thing. He didn't want her messing up his carpets and besides, his guests were due at any moment and he didn't want them to see the child-whore. He had to make do with the outside water hose, which didn't do much to remove the slime and smell from her. Using the soiled blanket the men had fucked her on; he covered the passenger seat and dropped her onto it. She hardly stirred as the physical exertions over the past few days began taking its toll. She was butt naked as they left Paul's, heading for her home. Even if her father wasn't there, he'd leave her there to rest. *** The sun was just setting as he pulled into their driveway. The house seemed deserted but it was hard to tell. Turning off his car he looked at the young girl curled up into the fetal position, her hands covering her face. Any other time she would look like any other nine-year-old girl, but he knew differently. She was one in a million and he felt fortunate for finding out about her so early in her career. Her hair was still damp and cascaded over her face, obscuring her loveliness. Even everything she went through today, she still looked amazingly pretty. She had that kind of face. The front door opened and he noticed the man quickly approaching his car. It was the girl's father. Gary stepped outside just in case there was any trouble. He was hoping to have her home before he got there, but something's can't be helped. "Mr. Bell?" he asked not even positive it was her father. "Yes, who are you?" he replied looking into the car noticing the young naked girl. He stared harder, realizing it was his missing daughter. "JESSIE!" he called out rushing around to the passenger side of the car. "What have you done to her!??!" he cried out tugging on the locked door. "I didn't do anything to her," Gary said pushing the unlock button. "She did that all on her own," he replied watching the man stooping over to hug his daughter. "Where's my wife!?" he asked putting Jessie's head on his lap. "That I don't know. I'm bringing Jessie home, that's all I know. She'll probably need lots of rest as she's had a very hard day," Gary told him with a smirk as the man pulled her out of his car to hold her. "You might want to cover her up," he added noticing the man next door watching. Reaching for the blanket, he draped it around her before heading toward the front of the car. "What happened to her?" he asked staring at Gary over the top of her covered head. "Let's just say nothing that three dozen men and two horses couldn't take care of," he said with a chuckle. "WHAT? What did you say? Horses? You're kidding, right?" "Ask her when she wakes up," he said reaching into his pocket. "When she wakes up, she'll need this, trust me," he said extending his fingers holding the small plastic baggie. "What is it?" "High grade coke and heroin, she'll need it." "I'm *NOT* giving my daughter drugs so just forget it!" "Oh, yea, I almost forgot," he added reaching into his front seat. "This is yours, I borrowed it," he said handing John the half empty tube of horny cream. "This shit is incredible! I need to get a few tubes for myself, where'd you get it?" "None of your business!" John shouted out snatching it from him. "From now on, leave my daughter alone!" "I'd like to, but you know what, I can't, and she'll be the one to call me, I guarantee it." "Not if I have anything to do with it!" he huffed leaving with Jessie for the house. Slamming the front door in his wake, John knew he needed to clean Jessie up as the smell was horrendous. She smelled like rotting eggs, old meat and the dingy restroom at the porno theater and it was so strong he couldn't take a deep breath with he held her. She was still sleeping as he ran the bath water; watch her stirring on the cold marble floor. Rolling onto her back, her legs parted automatically, exposing her pussy to him for the first time since he last saw her. His eyes widened from shock as it yawned open, reveling the large, dark void where her tight little slit used to be. "My God what have they done to you?" he blubbered, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle. Crouching, he touched her smooth pubic area, noticing how hot it was on his fingers. Moving his hand lower, he slowly inserted a finger into her, surprised that it didn't touch the sides. When he left a few days ago, she was soft and tight, but now... Dark thoughts possessed his mind as he remembered how great it felt to be inside of her. It had bee so long since he last made love to her. Inserting a second finger into her, he groaned feeling the slackness of her once taut orifice. "I hope you're not ruined for life," he whispered to himself, squeezing his growing erection with his free hand. "Daddy?" she spoke as her eyes opened. "You're home!" she added struggling to sit up. Bending over, he pulled her to his chest, hugging her tightly. "Baby girl, I'm so happy to see you!" he said rocking back and forth. "I missed you too, Daddy," she said hugging his neck. "Jessie, Honey, where's your mother?" he asked. She remained silent, not wanting to tell him the truth. "I've been calling for two days and no one ever answers the phone. I've been so worried." The long, pregnant pause was nerve racking. "Jessie, I asked you a question, where's you mother?" "She, uh, not home." "Yes, Jessie, I know that. Where is she?" "She left." "Left? What do you mean she left? Left where?" The intense conversation was disrupted by the telephone. "Maybe it's you mother!" he said setting her into the water and shutting off the faucets before hurrying to answer the phone. "Sarah?" he called out bringing the phone to his mouth. "No, Frank," the masculine voice said through the line. "Is Jessie home yet?" "Who is this?" "Father Mallory, is Jessie there? I've gone by twice today and she hasn't been home. Where is she?" "Taking a bath, why?" "Don't give me that shit, John, you know exactly why I'm calling. Have her ready, I'm sending someone over to meet her. He'll be there in about fifteen minutes," the priest said before hanging up the phone. Slowly John returned the receiver to the cradle before heading back to the bathroom. She was lying in the tub, floating slightly with her chest, stomach and knees above the water. Her inflamed labia looked distorted through the water but looked inviting. He licked his lips. It has been days since he last fucked her and he really missed her. Kneeling next to the tub, he reached for her exposed nipples. They were beginning to swell, puffing out slightly and would become breasts in a couple of years, maybe sooner. Swallowing hard he leaned over the edge of the tub, taking the closest one into his mouth. They moaned simultaneously but for different reasons. "Daddy missed you so much," he whispered, slipping his hand into the water, searching for her crack. She grunted as his rough digit fully penetrated her. The feeling hadn't fully returned and the pain of the earlier encounter was still moments away, but her muscles down there were very sore, as if working out too much. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said reaching for the soap and rag. Five minutes later he was drying her off, hugging her within the towel as he carried her toward his bedroom, the question about his wife long forgotten, at least for now. She was soaked inside as he pierced her girlhood completely on the first stroke, immediately noticing the difference in her firmness. Her once, fist-tight hole was now almost as slack as her mother's and he could no longer touch bottom. What in the hell happened while he was gone!?! He was too involved in the moment to think much about it as he thrust back and forth, reeling in the sensation her pussy provided, even though it was much looser than normal. She felt great, accepting his cock as easily as his wife could after many years of marriage. It had been days since he last came and didn't last as long as he wanted as the first jerk of his cock sent a rush of his slime into her young pussy. Slowly he panted to a stop, reluctant to remove himself from her. She felt too good to suffer such distress. Two minutes passed before he raised himself up, steadying his body on extended arms as he looked down at her. She still seemed somewhat dazed and was staring at his chest though the small slits of her eyes. "Honey, where's your mother?" he repeated. He knew she would never leave their daughter alone and her car isn't in the garage. He had been home for three hours and had been going crazy looking for them. Nothing of hers was missing so it just didn't make sense. "Jessie?" he asked louder, breaking her from her stupor. "She left," Jessie mumbled, turning her head not to see his face. "I know `she left', you said that before, but what do you mean?" "She said for you not to look for her. She ran away to be with some guy." "WHAT!?!? Jessie, who told you that?" "She did. She also told me to tell you not to look for her because she wants to be with her boyfriend." "Jessie, that doesn't even make sense! Why would she do something like that?" "I dunno." He stared down at his daughter to determine if she was making this up. Sarah had been acting strange lately and she really was upset about Jessie disappearing all the time, but still, to run away? "It's better this way, right Daddy?" "What are you talking about?" "We can be together now, just you and me and we don't have to worry about momma making problems for us." "Jessie, I don't like the sound of that. Are you telling me the truth?" "Yes Daddy, she ran away to be with some guy." "What else did she say?" "That's all. Just for me to tell you that." "When did she leave?" "Yesterday." "Why didn't she take any of her clothes?" "I dunno." "Jessie, I need for you to tell me everything that happened, okay? And I mean *everything*." Just then the ringing doorbell broke the tension as he slowly extricated himself from her body. She winced as the head popped free from her tender hole. The feelings were returning to her pussy and it was starting to burn like fire. Placing hands over her hole, she held it tightly hoping to minimize the pain but to no avail. Like a freight train, the hurting hit her, knocking the breath out of her as she turned to the side, drawing her knees to her chest while softly moaning. "She's in here," she heard her father say and cringed. She heard steps in the room and moments later, a hand on her arm tugged at her, rolling her onto her back. A tall, older man was smiling down at her, unbuttoning his shirt. "I only got twenty minutes," he mumbled dropping the garment to the floor and kicking off his shoes. John stood nearby in a trace as the stranger undressed, preparing to fuck his daughter right in front of him. His cock twitched at the thought and sat in the chair as the naked man climbed into bed with Jessie. He was a big man in every way and pounded hard into Jessie. Any other time he would have been concerned for her safety but after seeing everything she's been through, he was sure she could handle a much larger-than-average cock ramming into her as if attempting to bring down the Walls of Jericho. The ringing of the bell startled him as he wasn't expecting anyone. "Maybe Sarah forgot her keys," he whispered aloud still being optimistic. Quickly he made his way to the front door and stopped. If it was Sarah, how would he explain the man fucking Jessie in their bedroom? Glancing through the blinds, he grimaced seeing his neighbor standing there. Slowly he opened the door to confront the man. "Hello, John," he said stepping closer to enter. "I'm sorry, Sam, but is there something I can help you with?" he asked blocking his path. "No, but there's something that I can help you with," he replied prying John's hand away from the frame to enter. "And what exactly do you think I need help with?" he asked as the neighbor walked past him. "I'll get to that," he said looking around the room. "Where's Jessie?" he asked. "In her room sleeping so I must ask you to leave." "She's not in her room, I just checked through her window. Where's the man I just saw come in?" "Look, Sam, I'm very busy right now so just say what you need to and please leave, I don't have time for this." "Alright, John, I'll get to the point. I know what you're doing to your daughter." "What do you mean?" he asked just as the loud, bellowing grunt echoed down the hallway. Sam turned to walk that way but was John stepped in front of him to stop him. "You know *exactly* what I mean, John, you're allowing all these men to fuck Jessie and you're fucking her too!" "WHAT?!?! You're out of your mind, Sam; I'm not doing any such thing." "Save it for the judge, John, I have proof and I've seen more men coming and going from her bedroom than the Beaver Stadium bathroom!" "I don't know what you're talking about, Sam and I'd like for you to leave now." "I'm not going any place, John," he said sitting on the couch and leaning back to put his feet on the coffee table. "But you will be if you don't play ball," he added. "What are you talking about Sam? I don't have time for riddles so just say what's on you mind and go home." "I want a piece of the action." "What action?" "You're pimping her out, I know you are and from the looks of it, you're raking in money hand-over-fist." "PIMPING HER? Are you insane!?!? "Ten percent of the take and all the pussy I want. Oh, and Brad likes her too so he can fuck her whenever he wants and anyone else I decide." Just then the stocky man entered the room, nodding politely to the men as he left silently. John watched the closed door for several long seconds before turning back to Sam. "I'm not making money from her." "Well if your not, you're a fool, John. That little cunt is a gold mine, let me tell you." "That `little cunt' just happens to be my nine-year-old daughter, Sam!" he spat sarcastically. "Yea, isn't it funny how things like that work out? How much are you making? Two or three hundred a pop? She's worth it, believe me. From what I can see, she's fucking about ten or so guys a night so that's at least two grand a day you're making off of her." "I'm not making money off of her," he repeated. "Here are a few photos I've taken of various men coming to your house and a few of them fucking her in her bedroom," he said dropping a manila envelop on the coffee table. "I even have one of you in the same room jerking off while some weirdo is fucking Jessie. I think that's proof enough, don't you think?" John stared at the package for a while. "I'll see myself out," he said standing. "I'll expect my first two hundred dollars by the end of the night and I'll be coming over later to fuck her, have her clean for me, okay?" "Sam, I don't have two hundred dollars to pay you because I'm not making any money! I already told you that!" "One of us is a fool, John and I'm pretty sure it's not me. Have my money or expect the cops here first thing in the morning." He felt his stomach knotting as the man he had known for years smirked at him before turning to leave. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, John," he snickered before reaching the door, pulling it open. "Looks like her next customer is here," he announced stepping through the doorway. John looked to see another man walking up the walkway, giving Sam a sideways glance as they passed. Once inside, he closed the door, staring stoically at him. "Jack told me to come here. Am I in the right place?" the stranger asked nervously. John looked him up and down. They were about the same age and build and he briefly wondered if he had a big cock or not. "Yea, she's back here," he said heading toward the hallway. *** John stared with shaking hands at the pictures inside the envelope. They were very good photos and clearly showed Jessie naked with several different men and the one of him masturbating while a stranger fucked his young daughter. He felt sick. Sam had him by the balls and he wasn't sure how to get out of it. He was startled by the man entering the living room from the hallway and dropped most of the pictures on the floor, scrambling to turn them over before he saw what they were. For some reason he didn't want the man to see pictures of his daughter, even though the man just finished fucking her. He was the third man to pay Jessie a visit since Sam's untimely visit and he was a nervous wreck. "Thanks," he mumbled heading quickly for the front door. John wasn't sure how to respond to that. Here a man old enough to be Jessie's grandfather, a complete stranger, just fucked her in *HIS* bed and thanked him for letting him do it. He looked down at the discarded photos and felt sick. "What am I going to do?" he whispered. Buster approached with his head down looking for attention. He's been very good about keeping a low profile and not barking at any of the men who came over. A barking or growling dog wouldn't be good for business. John rubbed his head, watching as his tail wagged ninety miles per hour. "You're such a good boy," he said rubbing his neck as the dog licked his face. Petting his back, Buster lay down and rolled onto his back, hoping to get his stomach scratched. His tail still wagged and his tongue hung from his mouth like a thick sheet of silk as he massaged his chest and stomach. That's when he noticed the pink tube emerging from its hairy sheath. "Feeling neglected, eh boy?" he asked looking toward the bedroom. He knew that he probably shouldn't, but his perverted side was winning out. Smiling, he stood, watching as Buster rolled over to stand beside him. "Come on, Boy, let's get you some relief." *** John couldn't help but stroke his cock watching as the dog jack hammered into Jessie. No man could fuck like that, that's for sure. He wanted to join in, have her suck him while the dog fucked her, but he didn't want to spook the dog. He'd never fucked her while Buster did but it was something he'd be doing soon enough. He smiled at the though of fucking her in the ass while Buster was tied to her or maybe even trying to get his cock in with the dogs once the knot is in. The ringing door bell broke his thoughts. Stuffing his erection back inside his pants, he rushed to the front door, swinging it wide and stared up at the tall black man filling the door frame. He had to be a former basketball player or something as not many normal men are that size. "You John?" he man asked. "Yes, why are you asking?" "I paid Otis," he said as if it should mean something. "Who?" "Otis, the man from the church. Told me about the young white ho working here." John swallowed hard. If this guy's size is any indicator of his cock, Jessie will be in trouble. He stood like a statue staring at the imposing man, holding on to the door knob. "Can I come in?" "Oh, yea, sorry," he said stepping aside, sticking his head out and noticed Sam sitting on his front steps with a camera and a big smile. Shit. "Where is she?" he asked looking around the living room. "She's, uh, getting ready, have a seat and I'll check on her," he mumbled, rushing to the back room just in time to see Buster desperately trying to pull free from her. John had hardly taken two steps into the room when the knot burst from her extended slit, sending them both in different directions. Jessie wasn't moving and moaned softly as he went to her. "You okay, Honey?" "Daddy, I need my angel dust," she croaked. "Angel dust? What's that?" "I get it from Gary, but it costs a lotta money. Tell him I need the good stuff." "Who's Gary, Jessie and what is this angel dust?" he asked never having heard the name before. Then he remembered the guy that brought her home. "Honey, does he drive a nice black car?" She nodded. "How do I get in touch with him?" "I have his number in my room. Hurry and call him, please Daddy," she moaned. The cocaine and heroin the guy had must be what she's talking about, but he didn't want her hooked on drugs. He looked down to see her struggling to turn over and groaning softly. "Please, Daddy, call him. It hurts too much." Lifting her from the floor, he placed her in bed, wrinkling his nose at the smell. Copious amounts of watery liquids drained from her red, puffy hole, soaking the sheets under her. Wiping the cum from her, he dropped the rag and locked Buster in her bedroom before heading back to the living room where the giant black man was waiting. "She's ready for you," he announced entering the room. The man was engrossed by something and John noticed that he was looking at the pictures Sam was blackmailing him with. "These are pretty hot. Is this her?" he asked turning a naked picture of her toward him. He gulped, rushing over to get the photos away. "Those are private!" he declared, pulling the stack from him. "Damn, man, what the fuck. Calm down, I was just looking at them!" "I'm sorry; I just don't want anyone to see them." "Whatever. You said she was ready?" he asked standing. "Yea, this way," he replied, heading for the bedroom, tucking the pictures back inside the envelope as he walked. The man whistled as he entered the room. "Damn, she's a fine little honey, ain't she?" he asked rhetorically after seeing her. "I'm going to enjoy tearing that pussy up!" he added unbuckling his pants. "I still get my full twenty minutes," he added dropping his pants to expose the large tent in his boxers. John followed the bulge, gulping when he noticed the head dangling from the leg opening. The man noticed him staring and smiled, pulling the front down to expose the long, slender cock. John couldn't take his eyes off of it as it swelled even larger as he shook it at him. "I like privacy," the man said motioning to the door. Stunned that the man would ask that in *HIS* house, and in *HIS* room, he lowered his head and quietly left, closing the door behind him. Buster's barking got his attention as he went to check and noticed a teenage boy climbing out of her bedroom window. Sprinting, he caught the boy by the belt loop and pulled him back inside. "What are you doing crawling into my daughter's window, young man?" he asked huffing. "I'm sorry, sir, I thought Jessie was home, that's all. I only wanted to visit, I wasn't doin' nuttin, I swear!" John looked him over, shaking his head. He was about seventeen and probably suffering from raging hormones. He smiled remembering how horny he was at that age and released his grip. "Go on, get, and don't come back," he informed the boy petting Buster's head as his butt slipped through the window. That's when he noticed the card with `Gary' and a phone number on her dresser. "This must be what she's talking about," he mumbled aloud. He knew what it would mean if he called the guy, but the desperation in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. Stepping into the living room, he called the number, getting a message to enter his number, which he did. The wait seemed long, but was actually only a few minutes before the phone rang. "Hello?" "Who is this?" the voice on the other line asked. "John, is this Gary?" "What's it to you?" "Jessie wanted me to call you." "You're Jessie's dad?" "Yes. I think we met a few hours ago when you brought her home." "What do you want?" "Jessie, uh, well, she needs, ah, she wanted me to call you to, um, get some, you know stuff." "She's jonesing and needed a fix, is that right?" "Yea, I guess so. She called it angel dust or something and wanted to make sure it was the good stuff." "It ain't cheap." "I understand. How much are we talking about?" "Normally it's six hundred, but because it's for Jessie, I'll let you have it for only $500. That's a great deal." "FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!?! Are you serious? That's too much!" "Jessie didn't seem to have a problem making it." "Just exactly how long have you been selling that shit to her?" "Long enough to know she can't function without it. I can be there in fifteen minutes, if you got my money." He kept the receiver at his ear for several seconds. Five hundred dollars is a lot of money, too much if you ask him, but it's for Jessie and for what she's been through, it's the least he could do for her. "I'll have to go to the ATM, I don't have that kind of cash here." "Do what you must, page me again when you have the money," he said before hanging up. Grabbing his keys, he headed out, driving to the bank for a quick withdraw. Fortunately his bank allowed him to withdraw five hundred dollars through the ATM as he only had a few bucks in his pocket. Dialing the number as he drove home, he waited for the dealer to answer. "I got the money," he told the man after he answered. "Ten minutes," he muttered before hanging up the phone. He wasn't even sure if that was a good price for whatever it was, but since he's not knowledgeable of drugs, he couldn't dispute the price. At least not right now. Pulling into the driveway he noticed a different car parked in his spot. Getting out he slowly approached the house, entering in cautiously. It took about ten minutes to drive to the bank and about ten minutes back, so he wasn't gone very long. No one was in the living room but from the grunting sounds coming from the back of the house, he figured someone was with Jessie. Carefully he entered the hallway, pushing open the door to see a younger-looking man, perhaps mid twenties, thrusting fast and hard on his daughter. A normal fatherly reaction should have been to pull the man off of her and beat him to a pulp, but instead he watched, feeling the stirring of his loins and reached down to stroke his growing erection. The man was borderline brutal, pounding into her with everything he had, rocking the king-size bed like a dinghy on the ocean. John felt his heart racing as he unzipped his pants. The shear perversion of what he was witnessing was indescribable. His cock was still sticky from when he made love to her a few hours earlier and he couldn't help but stroke his cock. "That's quite a show, isn't it?" he heard a voice from behind. He jumped, losing his balance as he fell into the room, startling the man fucking Jessie. Looking up he saw it was the man from the black car. "I would help you up but I saw where you just hand your hand," he said looking into the room at the man turned sideways to see the two men at the door. His groin was still attached to Jessie's but his torso was twisted to see who had entered the room. "You got my money?" he asked looking back at John. Struggling to get his cock back into his pants, he pulled himself up, dusting off his pants. "Yea, right here," he replied digging into his pocket and handing the man the twenties he got from the machine. Smiling Gary handed him the small baggie, watching as the man scrutinized it. "Not much for five hundred," he said frowning. "It's high-grade shit. Almost pure. Can't get shit like that just anyplace." John rubbed the bag between his fingers wondering why it would cost so much. "You ever try it before?" "No, never touched the stuff. I did try smoking marijuana once in college, but that didn't last. I couldn't handle it." "Come here; let me show you how it's down." "No, that's okay; I don't want to get hooked on it." "You can't get hooked after just once. It takes several times and you can always stop if you don't like it." "Really? I thought it was dangerous." "Naw, only for the people who don't do it right. I'll be right here to make sure you do it right. Come on, let's go into the living room," Gary instructed as he turned to leave. For whatever reason John followed, entering the room just as he was tapping out a small pile onto the living room table. "Come, I'll cut the lines for you." "No, really, I can't. It's not right." "Don't you want to find out how it feels? It's great, trust me." "Do you do it?" "Sure, all the time and look at me. Nothing's wrong with me. Here, take this," he added holding out his hand with the rolled up dollar. "I'm not sure I should." "You don't want Jessie doing this without first knowing what it's all about, do you?" "What do you mean?" "I mean you should want to test it out before letting Jessie do it. Any father would do that. Once you see it's not that bad, you'll feel better about her doing it. Just take a couple of snorts, one in each nostril and you'll know what its like." John stared at the two thin lines, each about four inches long. Gary was holding out the rolled up bill and he felt obligated to take it. "Just put it in one side of your nose and close the other on and sniff really hard. You'll love this shit, I promise you." Not taking his eyes from the white lines he leaned forward, placing the tube of money just inside of his nose. A finger over the other nostril opening and he snorted, dragging the end of the tube along the white powder until the first line was gone. Shaking his head, he didn't really feel anything. "Do the other one quickly, you want them to hit you at the same time to feel the full effect," Gary urged smiling as the father leaned over to inhale the second line. John wasn't sure how to react as the drug kicked in, knocking him backward on his butt. He felt the rush and his eye rolled up into their sockets as his heart raced out of control. "Oh shit," he muttered as the second wave hit him. "See, didn't I tell you you'd love this shit?" Gary asked arrogantly. Standing he watched John fall back to lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "Here," he said dropping two packets onto his chest. "One is for Jessie, the other is your to try later. I'll give you another sample in case this one wears off too soon," he added turning to leave. "You've got my number, call me for anything," he added whistling as he left. He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, but the next thing he knew, someone was standing over him tapping his side with their feet. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Sam looming over him. "Get up, John," he called down to the disorientated man. "What?" he slurred, holding his hand over his eyes from the seemingly bright light. "You owe me two hundred dollars." "I don't have it." "Well, you'd better fuckin' get it or else your ass is dead, got it?" John remained sitting on the floor staring at the man's knees. "Is Jessie ready for me?" he asked the non responsive man. "Fuck it, I'll check for myself," he added walking toward the bedroom. "Oh, I almost forgot," he added, "Brad is going to a frat party next Friday and he wants to take Jessie. I told him it would be okay," he said disappearing down the hall. John noticed the two baggies of drugs next to him and reached for them. "He *did* say one was for me later," he mumbled fumbling with the bag. Looking around he noticed the rolled up bill still on the coffee table and reached for it. "Just one more time and I'll stop. It can't really hurt me, right?" he asked rhetorically. As the drugs coursed through his body he could hear the grunts and moans coming from down the hall. He smiled. `Once Sam was done with her, he'd have another crack at her too,' he thought wiping the residue away from under his nose. In the distance he could hear the phone ringing but ignored it. The nirvana he was feeling was too strong to worry about someone bothering him. The ringing continued and soon someone was in the room with him. It wasn't the phone. "She's back there," he pointed to the stranger standing before him hoping that he wouldn't take very long as he was feeling very horny. He watched Sam and the new man nearly bump into each other as they passed in the hallway and giggled. "Give her more dick!" he called out smearing his words. Sam passed him shaking his head as he left. ~ end of chapter 10 --> wetfly6969@aol.com <--