“My God!” Kelli said as Kelvin maneuvered his Lexus down the city street. “I never saw so
many black people.”
“Yes, there are a lot of them,” Kelvin agreed.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to…what’s his name? Coot?”
“Yeah, Coot. Just be yourself, Kel. I’m sure he’ll do most of the talking. You know,
asking questions and that sort of thing. You make damned sure you call me when you get
home, and let me know how it went. There it is, right up there.”
When Kelvin came to a stop in front of Sam’s Bar, she gave him a quick peck on the lips
and got out. She could feel the stares from the black men and even some of the black
women, as she made her way, on shaky legs, to the door of the Bar.
“I’m supposed to meet a Mister Coot,” she said to the man behind the bar. The bartender
nodded to a man sitting alone at a table in the back of the room. “Mister Coot, I’m
Kelli,” she said to the man. She noticed a man sitting at the next table. He was the only
one in the bar with a tie and jacket on.
“Just Coot. Have a seat,” the man said. She took a seat across the table from him. “So,
you’re Kelli, huh?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. Her mouth was so dry, she could barely form the words.
“Your hubby told me you were lookin’ for a job. Is that right?” Kelli nodded. “Henry,
bring the lady a drink,” Coot yelled at the bartender. “What’ll you have Kelli?”
“Anything with ice,” she said.
“Tall screwdriver,” Coot yelled. “Make it snappy, too.” The barman quickly delivered the
drink which Kelli took and drank deeply, keeping an ice cube in her mouth.
“So, Kelli, have you ever done any, ah… professional work before?”
“Yes sir,” she said crunching the moisture giving ice. “I worked as a legal secretary for
a couple of years, and…oh, that’s not what you mean, is it?”
“No, it’s not,” Coot answered with an amused expression on his face. “Ever done any
whorein’?”
“No sir,” Kelli said, her face flaming red.
“What makes you think you want to be a ho?”
She was ready for that question. “Just for the adventure of it,” she answered. “We don’t
need the money.”
“Yeah,” Coot said glancing at Rex Calvin at the next table. “You like to fuck?” Her face
still red, she nodded. “That’s good,” Coot said. “Ain’t necessary, but it’s good for you,
I guess. Ever fucked a black man?”
“No sir,” she answered. “I did it with a Latino a couple of times.”
“That’s a step in the right direction,” Coot said with a grin. “Them tits real?”
“Yes sir,” she answered, after taking another long swig of the screwdriver. The bartender
arrived with a fresh drink, and sat it down in front of her.
“I only got a couple rules for my bitches,” Coot said. “One is you go and do what I say
to do. You only get one fuckin’ period a month, you got that?” Kelli nodded. “Another
rule is you keep yourself clean. You get a blood test every two weeks and that ain’t
something up for debate. I got a Doc that takes care of my bitches. You take it up the
ass?” She nodded and took another long drink. “You like it in your ass?” again she nodded
“What’s the biggest cock you ever had in you?” Kelli held up her hands about six inches
apart, looked at her hands and remembered Carlo. She separated her hands another inch.
“Some of the customers are bigger than that. You got a problem with it?” She shook her
head feeling the warmth of the vodka spreading through her. “You gonna have to suck cock.
You like suckin’ a cock?”
“Yes sir,” she answered. She actually did enjoy sucking a man’s cock. She liked the
feeling of power it gave her. She often came when her partner did. She also liked the
taste of come.
“Ever had a threesome? Two men and you?”
“My husband and another man a few times,” she answered.
“In the ass and cunt at the same time?”
“No, we didn’t do that.” She didn’t add that she had been agreeable, but Kelvin never
lasted long enough to do it.
“Some of the guys like to double up,” Coot said. “You up for that?”
“Yes sir, I think I would like that just fine.”
“If I decide to take you on, when could you start?”
“Any time I guess,” Kelli answered. Another drink had magically arrived. She had not even
been aware that she had finished the second one.
“Bring your drink and come on with me,” Coot said getting to his feet.
“Where are we going?” she was surprised that she was a little drunk as she got unsteadily
to her feet.
“Going to check out the goodies,” Coot said over his shoulder. “Shake a leg, Honey.” He
led her to a door at the back of the bar room. The door led them into another room which
for all intent and purpose was a bedroom and the bed was in the center of the room. There
was a dimmed light on, giving the room a pinkish cast.
Kelli was surprised when another man came in behind her and closed the door.
“This is…my associate, I guess you could say,” Coot said indicating Rex Calvin. “Rex
checks out all my bitches, don’t you, Rex?”
“Only some of them,” Rex said. “Some I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole.”
“Yeah, me either,” Coot said. “Okay, Honey, let’s see what you got.”
“What do you…oh, you want me to take off my clothes.” The two drinks and part of another
one had dulled her natural inhibitions. She tossed her small hand bag on the bed and set
her drink down on the small table. Stripping was a simple matter because she wasn’t
wearing panties or bra. She took the tube top off and tossed it away. She posed topless
for the two men a moment, and removed the short skirt.
“Now I do like that bald pussy, don’t you, Rex?” Coot said.
“I do indeed. Nice tits, too.”
Totally nude Kelli stood and posed at the foot of the bed; part of her feeling shame and
humiliation. The part that didn’t feel shame was over-powering any shame. Kelli felt proud
her body could command the rapt attention of the two men.
“Spread your legs,” Rex commanded. When she did, he said, “Spread your pussy lips. Show
us some pink.” Again she did as the big man commanded. The flush spread from her face to
her chest. “Put a finger in it,” Rex said. She did so, finding that she was wet.
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