“Hello, old friend of Nancy’s,” he said turned to me. “I’m Danny Hopper and you
are…”
“Kay Willow,” I answered. He extended his hand and I automatically took it. “Nice
meeting you. I have to go find my date. See you around. You too, Nancy.”
I left them and went in search of Chuck. I found him down the hall in a book
filled library. He and Bobby were puffing on a giant doobie. I like pot well enough, but
my company had a firm random drug testing policy so I usually abstained. I knew a couple
of co-workers who got the ax because of it. But any drug testing was a long ways off so I
helped them smoke.
After we had smoked the joints down to an unmanageable stage, Bobby and Chuck
went on in search of munchies. I sat in the library looking at all the books. I was
pretty sure Bobby had never read any of them. That was where Daisy Mae and Danny Hopper
found me.
“What are you doing back here all by yourself?” Nancy asked. “I smell smoke!
Who’s got the dope?”
“You don’t need any shit,” Danny said softly, but forcefully. “We meet again, Kay
Willow. I brought you a drink.” It wasn’t what I had been drinking, but by then it didn’t
matter so I took it. Nancy flopped down on a sofa giving us a good look at her uncovered
privates. “Poetry in m motion, isn’t she?” Danny said to me with a grin.
“She always has been,” I said. Whatever was in the drink sure had me sailing. Not
that I needed much to fly. “You and her, huh?”
“In a manner of speaking,” he replied. He sat down beside me on another sofa.
“I’m managing Nancy’s career, so to speak.”
“I see,” I said, but I didn’t see at all. “What exactly is Nancy’s career?”
“She’s in the escort and entertainment business. I make sure she’s kept busy.”
“Escort? As in…”
“You got it. Nancy likes to date and I see to it that she dates a lot. Isn’t that
right, Nan?”
“Damn straight,” Nancy said with a drunken grin. “Lots and lots of dates. Almost
every night because Danny likes to see we at work.” The facts were slowly seeping through
my pot and alcohol soaked brain. Nancy was a prostitute and Danny was her pimp.
“I heard you and ol’ Chuck used to date,” Danny said. “So did Chuck and Nancy. I
took Nancy away from him, but it was pretty easy. I had what Nan needed and he didn’t.”
“What was that?” I asked. I didn’t know why I was engaging either of them in
conversation. My addled mind was telling me to get the hell out of there, but my body
stayed seated.
“A big cock,” he answered bluntly. “A big cock that stays hard long enough to do
some good. Nancy discovered she like nigger cock and I see to it she gets plenty of it.
Have you ever fucked a nigger, Kay?”
His use of the word nigger sent a shiver through me. Like fingernails on a
chalkboard. It was a word I would never ever use. Again my disorganized and mostly
useless brain was telling me to get away from this crude man.
“What? No, I never…” why was I answering him? I hadn’t, but it was none of his
business. Of course living in a big city I was aware of several interracial couples. I had
several opportunities over the years to date blacks, but I hadn’t. I wondered why.
“Once you go black, you never go back,” Danny was saying. “Isn’t that right,
Nan?”
“Damned right,” she said, getting to her feet. “Give me a black cock every time.
Fuck this, I need something to drink. You coming, Danny?”
“You run along,” he answered. “I’ll stay and keep Kay company.”
“How much does she make…doing what she does?” I asked. My curiosity overcame my
reluctance of talking to him.
“Nancy is still young and good looking,” Danny said. Somehow he had gotten closer
to me and I didn’t know how that happened. His legs was pressed against mine. “I can get
five hundred for a straight date. She might have three or four dates in any given night. I
cater to black gentlemen with sufficient funds to fuck a pretty white woman. We charge
more if they want more than just a suck and fuck. For example if they want some ass the
price goes up to six hundred. If two brothers want to share one white woman they have to
pony up a grand. A gang fuck could run as high as twenty-five hundred. Nan gets half of
what she earns.”
My mind was reeling and not just from the pot and booze. That skanky bitch could
make over a thousand dollars a night? The fact that Nancy liked black men didn’t come as
a surprise. I remember that she dated some blacks in high school.
That was why I remembered her as Daisy Mae. It was a party at the lake one summer
night. She showed up in a pair of cut-off jeans and a blouse that left little to the
imagination. Thinking back I recalled she and Lon Harris went off by themselves that
night. Lon was a black kid.
“If course a fine woman such as yourself could probably make a lot more if she
had the talent for it,” Danny’s voice jerked me back from my mind wandering.
“Talent? What kind of talent does it take?”
“Oh, any woman can be a whore,” Danny said. “But it takes an dedicated woman to
really make the big bucks. The brothers like a woman who shows some enthusiasm for the
undertaking and they can spot a fake a mile off. Fake moans and groans just won’t cut it.
The gal has to like what she’s doing and Nan really likes it. All of it.”
“How did you and Nancy get together?” I asked. Again I wondered why I was talking
to him.
“Funny in a way,” he said with a smile. “She came looking for me. Well, maybe not
me exactly, but any dude with a hard cock. She was engaged to ol’ Chuck and he wasn’t
doing right by her. She told me later that he couldn’t get it up but once a night. I hang
out at the First Street Bar most of the time. She came waltzing in and loudly asked if
there were any studs in the place. Since it is a place blacks hang, I assumed, correctly,
she was looking for some black cock. I beat about ten other of the brothers to her and
took her to my place. I fucked the bitch for about an hour and she was really liking it. I
tossed her ass out and she came back the next day, and the next and the next. The cunt
couldn’t get enough black mean and she nearly wore me out. After a week or so I got some
brothers to help me out. She took to threesomes like a fish takes to water. I realized I
found a goldmine so I took her up to Capitol City and started High-Life Escorts. With
Nan’s help I recruited a few more white gals and off we went. Ol’ Nan is still my number
one money-maker.”
“An hour? You had sex with her for an hour? I find that hard to believe.”
“An hour more or less,” he said. His arm was over my shoulders and I didn’t know
when that happened. “I didn’t have a stopwatch on it, but I can usually go that long.
Look here.” When had he taken his dick out? And why was my hand reaching for it? What the
hell was going on?
Touching his huge ebony cock was like touching something electric. It was longer
and thicker than any cock I had ever seen. Even in the few adult videos I has seen. I
stroked his big dick and realized just how hard it was. Hard, throbbing, and alive in my
hand. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Without conscious thought, I leaned
forward and kissed the drop of moisture on the tip of it. It had a slightly salty taste,
but pleasant tasting. I took a little more of it in my mouth and he moaned softly. I was
only vaguely aware his hand was on my breast. Not until he pinched my nipple through my
blouse and bra did I realize it. I liked it.
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