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Collected by Djian

Subject: Hood Nightmare
Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 02:03:59 GMT
From: voltaire40@hotmail.com (Voltaire)

part 1
"Scott? What are you doing? Your not
done yet?" Beth groaned out as her husband,
Scott collapsed on top of her. His penis
shrinking quickly inside her as his semen left a
wet spot on the sheets beneath her crotch.
"Oh come on, It's been a long day. I
can't go on forever when I have to be up for
work in the morning." Scott groaned as he rolled
off of his wife.
"yes! I guess." Beth groaned to herself
as Scott rolled over and pulled the blanket up
over his shoulders. Beth had wondered what was
missing in their sex life. Scott seemed to be so
inadequate compared to what her friend at school
said about their boyfriends. Their love making
sessions where once or twice a week, and they
only lasted a short minute or two once he
entered her. Beth climbed out of bed and walked
over to the bathroom to wipe herself clean of
his semen. She hated sleeping in the wet spot.
When she returned Scott was nearly asleep.
"Scott honey." Beth whispered into his
ear. She caressed his large chest with her hand
hoping to revive him. Scott rolled over looking
annoyed. Beth herself became very annoyed at his
babyish behavior. "Honey, do you remember that
fantasy you told me about before we got
married?" Beth looked into his eyes and watched
them light up with interest. Scott had wanted
her to dress up in a slutty outfit and pretend
to be a prostitute. Beth had thought the idea
ridiculous, but now that she was a year married
and still woefully unsatisfied, she decided to
entertain the idea.
The longest Scott had ever made love to
her was five minutes. Beth had just turned
twenty, and her body attracted the glances of
every guy she walked past at the campus. She
regularly received propositions from guys on
campus, and each time she dutifully announced
she was happily married. Beth was a shapely five
foot five with large breasts, rock hard abdomen,
shapely ass, and curvy legs. She always wore her
make up tastefully and had her brown hair
fashioned in the latest style. Lately she had
began to question Scott's ability to perform in
bed, but only in her mind. She had always
thought that sexual performance followed good
looks, and Scott was a very handsome young man.
In another two years she would have her
nursing degree. Beth had learned her handsome
husband was a little dim in the intelligence
category. Despite his lack of intelligence, he
made a good lawyer and was able to afford a nice
home for them both in the suburbs.
"What do you have in mind?" Scott said
as he looked up at Beth laying beside him. Scott
was indeed lacking in sexual experience and he
knew it. The only other women he had been with
was a prostitute he had paid for in the city. He
never had an erection with her. He spent the
entire hour watching her suck and stroke his
cock in frustration. When she walked out, she
had told him he had the smallest cock she had
ever seen. He still had not recovered from the
pain of being turned out by a prostitute.
"well. you know how you wanted to see me
dressed real sexy and stuff, do you think that
would excite you more? Would that make you want
me more?" Beth asked gently. She watched him
smile coyly.
"yeah, well Yes!" Scott said as he
realized Beth was willing to play his game.
".and you would even go walk on the street and
let me pick you up in my car?" Scott said
excitedly.
"well I guess." Beth said softly. She
had hoped just the cloths would do, but if he
actually wanted to see her in public wearing
them, then she would give it a try. It was not
like her friends at school would see her. "what
do you want me to wear anyway?" Beth asked.
"I'll take you out at lunch tomorrow and
show you. Can we do it tomorrow night?" Scott
asked.
"I guess." Beth answered cautiously.
Scott reached up and kissed her warmly on the
lips. They slept in each others arms for the
first time since their honeymoon that night.

Hood Nightmare
Part 2
Scott watched Beth walk down the
sidewalk to the shabby brick home one block down
from the avenue. He had rented a room in the
cockroach infested hotel across from where she
had been hooking all evening. He watched
carefully as she jumped into parked cars and
emerged ten or fifteen minutes later. He watched
for an opportunity to pick her up and drive off,
but it was too risky. Lamar was always within
sight of her wherever she went. Scott watched
as Lamar made another drug deal from his white
corvette parked in the hotel lot. He figured
Lamar had a permanent room at the hotel because
no one came out to complain about him parking
there, and he had watched a number of the
hookers working the street, including his Beth,
step into the hotel room with a customer, only
to emerge half an hour later.
He had been observing his wife's actions
for two days now. He was still waiting for his
chance. Still afraid to make his move. He had
determined her routine though. She emerged from
the crack house a block away early in the
evening with Lamar. He made her work the street
in front of the hotel, giving blow jobs in cars
and sessions in Lamar's hotel room until a few
hours after night fall. Scott started drinking
to endure the hatred he felt for Lamar. He had
watched his wife pair up with 17 men already
tonight, all of them black. Now Beth was heading
back to the crack house at Lamar's command. He
would follow within a few minutes. The street in
front of the house would start filling with cars
and by midnight, the whole street would be lined
with cars. Scott drank another beer quickly and
stood up. Beth had just stepped into the house.
He had taken the week off from work,
saying her needed time to grieve for his lost
wife. He had still not mentioned to anyone that
Beth was still alive. During that time he had
let his goatee grow out, and he had his ear
pierced. He looked in the mirror and shook his
head. If his fellow lawyers at the office saw
him now he would be finished. He dressed like
the street hoods did, hoping he would be able to
walk into the crack house looking like he
belonged. He stared a moment at his trimmed hair
and ruffled it up some more. He had not seen a
single white man in this neighborhood. He had
seen two white women, but they had been whores.
He stepped out of the room for the first time in
over a day. He quickly climbed into the old car
he had bought. At least it fit into the
neighborhood well, with mag rims and rusted out
doors. He started the old car up and pulled into
the avenue. He drove down the avenue then back
up. He spotted the woman he had figured would be
his best bet and pulled up beside her.
"What'll it's be buddy?" the bleached
blond white girl said to him as he rolled down
his window. Scott forced a smile and pulled the
cigarette from his mouth.
"blow job? How much?" He grumbled shyly.
Mad at himself for not being more forceful even
after drinking half the case.
"Normally, fifteen, but Lamar won't let
me blow you for less than fifty!" Said the tired
looking woman apologetically.
"Why?" Scott said worried. He had only
brought three hundred dollars and knew he would
need most of it at the crack house.
"Come on boy. You's a honkey! White boy
in this neighborhood gotta have money if he's
comin this far into the hood!" The woman
chuckled.
"I'll give ya thirty, I aint got no
money. I gotta buy some crack still." Scott said
hoping to gain her trust. He wondered how such a
pretty young girl could go so bad. She even had
the accent of the hood.
"ok. Hold on, I gotta check with Lamar."
Said the girl as she skipped across the street
and into the motel parking lot. She leaned over
and stuck her head into the window of the
corvette. She poked her head out a moment later
and skipped back to his car.
"Lamar says fifty, but we can use the
motel room. That's the best he's gonna do boy.
Come on!" She said forcing a laugh from her
mouth. Scott watched her run back across the
road, then he followed her in his old car. He
pulled up right beside Lamar's Vette and parked.
He swallowed hard, hoping the gangster didn't
recognize him from the night of the beating. The
hooker stood before the door to the room chewing
bubble gum and showing off her legs. "Come on,
clocks ticking lover boy!"
Scott flicked out his cigarette and
forced a emotionless face. He climbed out of the
car and followed the girl into the room. It was
like he expected, a room just like the one he
was staying in, except this room smelled of
cheap perfume, had make up boxes near the
mirror, a small pile of sheets on the chair, and
a box of cheap condoms on the night stand.
"Sit down honey. get ready for the best
blow job of your life." The hooker took the gum
from her mouth and pressed it onto the table.
Scott sat down and took a deep breath, hoping he
could get it up and maintain his identity a bit
longer.
"what's your name?" Scott said hoping to
get her talking.
"you can call me candy baby, cause I'm
so sweet!" The girl giggled almost on cue. Scott
felt her unzip his fly and pull his cock out.
She pulled a condom out of nowhere and expertly
unrolled it on his semi-erect cock. "take a deep
breath and get ready for heaven!" She giggled as
she dropped her mouth down to his cock. He
clinched the side of the chair as she sucked his
cock into her mouth with force. She sucked him
with immense vacuum until his cock was firm in
her mouth, then she started to stroke it with
her hand and lick it with her tongue. Scott
immediately realized her cock sucking talent.
Scott remembered why he was here and opened his
eyes up.
"God your pretty, how old are you?"
Scott gasped out in between her expert tugs on
his cock.
"as old as you want me to be baby."
Candy gasped as she plunged her mouth down on
his cock and sucked him in deep. She pulled her
mouth off with a pop and stroked him in her hand
as she smiled up at him.
"How old? You don't look like the other
hookers around here." Scott groaned out as she
stroked his cock faster.
"I'm 22 baby, and you ask too many
questions. A white boy got enough trouble being
in this hood without asking questions." The girl
said with a look of warning on her face.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you look
sweet enough to take home. Why don't you find
some guy and settle down." Scott groaned as she
squeezed his prick in her hands. He felt her
stop stroking him and stare up at him. He could
see he had broken the girl loose from her role.
"look mister. You see this?" She said
and turned her arm so he could see the big black
scorpion tattooed on her upper forearm. Scott
nodded. "I'm a scorpion, part of Lamar's gang.
There ain't no leavin the hood. Once you in, you
in till your heart stops. And my heart aint
about to stop beatin no time soon. I'm gonna do
whatever it takes!" then the girl dropped her
mouth back around his cock and sucked him firm
again. Scott waited until she seemed to have
calmed down a bit. He was getting ready to ask
another probing question when she raised her
head. She had started to cry and tears where
running from her eyes.
"I didn't use to be like this." The girl
cried. Scott heard her voice change from the
African hood tone to standard English. "I was
going to be a school teacher. I have two years
of college already. I'm serious!" The girl
whimpered faintly thinking Scott was about to
walk away. Instead he sat there and put his hand
on her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't know why
I came here. But this is what I do now. I got a
baby boy to support. Lamar's boy. That ain't
wrong is it?" The girl whimpered and rested her
head on his thigh.
"No, you gotta do what you gotta do."
Scott assured her. She twisted her wrist to see
her watch, then her head sprang up.
"I'm sorry mister, we only got a couple
minutes left. Come on" She moaned as she wiped
the tears from her cheek. "Fuck my face, cum in
my mouth baby!" She moaned as her African accent
returned. She wrapped her mouth around Scott's
cock and began throat fucking him madly. Scott
felt his cock erupt instinctively within
minutes. The girl held her mouth on his cock
until he was spent, then she carefully pulled
the wet rubber from his cock and dropped it into
the trash container. "Fifty bucks home boy." The
girl said business like as she stood up and
rushed to the mirror. Scott pulled the money
from his wallet as she quickly made her face in
front of the mirror.
"Where can I get some crack round here?"
Scott asked softly as he handed the girl the
money. She took his money, opened the door and
waved him on. There was a black hooker and her
black customer waiting outside the door. Scott
followed her to Lamar's Vette.
"here baby, the boy want's some blow,
you know where he can get some?" Candy cooed
into Lamar's ear as she handed him the fifty
Scott had just paid her. Lamar covertly stuffed
the money into his shirt and looked up at Scott
menacingly. Scott waited for him to pull out a
gun and finish him right there. Lamar whispered
something into Candy's ear and she shook her
head. "No, he's clean baby, I checked him out."
"Come on honkey, I get you your blow,
jump in!" Lamar commanded deeply. Scott stepped
around the vette and opened the door. He sat
down in the seat and looked at the man who had
ruined his life. He did not recognize Scott for
anyone other than a dumb honkey.
"How much you lookin to buy?" Lamar
asked as he put the car in reverse and pulled
back swiftly. Scott pulled out two hundred
dollars and flashed it to Lamar. Lamar smiled
and pulled away. "Why you come to the hood for
blow? I got dealers in the burbs sellin the
stuff."
"Not in my hood." Scott said as throaty
as he could. He pulled out a cigarette and lit
it, hoping to disguise his voice some more. "My
hood's clean, I might even be lookin to buy a
quantity if you know what I'm mean."
"You thinkin bout dealin?" Lamar
chuckled. He had white dealers in the burbs but
he thought they where all stupid. He overcharged
them for the crack, and they came back for more
every time.
"I could sell a lot of blow man. Need a
supplier though." Scott said.
"Well, we'll see honkey." Lamar chuckled
as he pulled up in front of his house and turned
the car off. "gonna have to see how much money
you got first. Come on in, but don't leave my
side. These niggers slit you up for smillin!"
Lamar laughed. He was tickled to have another
dumb honkey dealer buying his blow.
"I can get the money bro." Scott said as
he watched Lamar climb out of the car. He
quietly reached under his pant leg and pulled a
package from his sock. He stuffed it as deep
under the seat as he could as he opened the door
and climbed out.
Lamar stood on the other side of the car
smiling a toothy smile at him. Scott forced a
smile from his lips as he closed the door. He
followed Lamar up to the house. Loud rap music
was booming from the walls and he could see a
crowd of people moving around inside. Lamar led
him past a group of black body builder types
guarding the door and into the house.
"Stick close honkey, My brothers slice
up a white boy if they don't know ya!" Lamar
advised as they stepped into the front room of
the house. Scott winced slightly as the acidic
smell of dope and crack filled the air. The
front room was simple. Three large couches lined
up against the wall with a single lamp in the
corner. The couches where full of brother's
toking and laughing. Everyone gave him a dirty
glance the second he stepped into the room.
"It's ok brothers, he's with me." Lamar
announced to their relief. Scott followed Lamar
through the large house into a dimly lit room in
the back. He watched a black girl come down the
stairway with a brother in tow. She smiled at
Lamar and handed him a wad of cash as she
passed.
"Comon boy, I'll get ya your blow." He
said as he pulled a key from his pocket and
unlocked the door. He followed Lamar into an
office like room with a bed in the corner and a
large desk on the other wall. Lamar went to his
desk and opened the top drawer. He pulled out
fours bags and tossed them to Scott.
"You think you can sell boy, how much
you talkin?"
"thousand a week, maybe more." Scott
said.
"That's all. I got girls bring that in a
night. I got three cracker bitches that can do a
grand easy on the weekend. Hell Candy one of em.
My new girl pullin twice that when I work her at
the peep show! No honkey, you want my blow, you
gotta do better than that, how much green you
got up front?" Lamar said as he proudly started
the thumb though his wad of cash.
"Well," Scott stuttered as he
reconsidered his offer. He had thought a
thousand would be enticing to him. "If I work
the malls, I can bring in five times that, but
it's risky." Scott lied. Lamar's eyes opened
wider at the offer though.
"Really? Your honkey ass gonna have to
work them malls then if you buyin from me!"
Lamar announced.
"deal." Scott said.
"Deal!" Lamar said as he extended his
hand and gave Scott a hood handshake. "You hang
close cracker boy, I ain't leavin for a couple
hours and You aint safe walkin back to yo car by
yo self!" Lamar said standing up. He led Scott
from the office and back into the loud smoky
house. Beside the front living room where they
had come in was another open room, separated
from the living room by beads hanging from the
doorway. Lamar pushed through the beads and
Scott followed. The room they entered was
furnished with nice leather couches and a large
screen Television. Lamar sat down in the middle
of the center couch. Scott sat down on a nearby
couch. Scott looked around nervously wondering
how he would get out if her had too. He saw no
way.
"Hey honey!" Groaned a black girl who
came strolling in from the front room. She
strutted up to Lamar and sat down beside him.
She handed him a wad of bills and wrapped her
arms around him. Lamar ignored her lustful
advances and counted the money.
"I left candy on the street tonight,
she's makin the green tonight. Where's Vanilla
and Kitten?" Lamar grunted as he added the wad
of money to his pocket full.
"Vanillas with one of the homeboys
upstairs and Kitten is still downstairs in the
cage. She's been askin when you'd be home." The
pudgy black woman chuckled.
"Bring Kitten in, and get one of the
girls for my new associate here!" Lamar said as
he pointed to Scott.
"Sure thing baby." Cooed the black girl
as she jumped up and ran out of the room. Lamar
flicked on the television and started to watch
the late show. A few moments later the same
black girl entered the room holding a rope.
Behind her, on a leash, walked a pretty young
white girl in a baby doll teddy, wearing a
collar. Her face was made up sluttishly, and her
hair was fluffed up like a whore.
"Come here Kitten? You wanna sit down
with yo daddy?" Lamar cooed childishly to her.
The girl, staring shamefully down at the floor,
nodded yes without looking at him. Lamar patted
the seat and She sat beside him. Lamar pulled
her close and started exploring her body with
his large muscular hands.
"This the one Lamar?" Rasped a plump
black woman wearing spandex and a gold blouse.
She was standing beside the couch pointing at
Scott.
"yeah that the one." Lamar grunted as he
slipped his hand inside the blondes teddy and
caressed her crotch area. "what do you say to
Daddy when he comes home? Come on girl!" He
groaned. The blond girl squirmed and avoided eye
contact with him. Then Scott watched her tense
up and look him in the face.
"baby doll, I missed you so much." The
girl said holding back her tears. "what can
kitten do for her man to make him feel good?"
She said softly, her voice breaking up at the
end.
"I'm gonna let you suck my cock seein
how we gots company. Go introduce yourself to
the honkey over there and give Yolanda a kiss
for me!" The white girl frowned sadly as she
pulled herself up from the couch. Scott watched
in awe as the petite little blonde walked up to
him and forced a smile. Yolanda sat forward as
Kitten embraced her. Scott watched the two girls
share a long wet kiss before the white girl
finally broke free with a wince. She looked at
Lamar quickly and waited for his direction.
"Go on girl. He won't bite!" Lamar
ordered. The blonde dropped to her knees and
forced Scott's knees apart. She looked like a
child being forced to clean her room. Scott sat
in shock as she fished out his cock and pulled
it into her mouth. Lamar grinned and laughed as
the girl slurped and sucked on Scott's dick
until it was semi erect.
"What's the matter honkey? She ain't
sexy enough for ya?" Lamar laughed. Scott looked
down at the girl who was trying painfully hard
to please him. Her eyes strained to convey her
desire to please.
"She's hot man." Scott stuttered. The
girl pulled her head away from Scott's lap and
gasped.
"I'm sorry Lamar, I did my best. He just
won't get hard for me!" The girl whined. Scott
realized she was trying to make him hard for
Lamar's benefit. Then he felt sorry he couldn't
get a full erection to show Lamar he liked the
girl.
"You a dumb white bitch you know that?
Now get over here and suck my balls!" Lamar
groaned. Scott watched the girl crawl over to
Lamar and pull his pants down, then pulling his
large nut sack into her mouth to suck on.
Lamar's cock rested on her nose as she tried to
please him. He felt a hand on his penis and
looked beside him to see Yolanda stroking his
shaft with her pudgy fingers. He tried to wave
her away but she insisted.
"Kitten here is new to the gang. She
joined up about two weeks ago. She my girl but I
trainin her to get good with her mouth for when
she hits the street. A whore aint worth the
rubbers if she cant suck a cock good!" Lamar
chuckled. "Hell, my last woman took damn near
three months to train! But now the bitch suck a
cock with the best of em and she be lost without
me!" Lamar smiled.
Scott offered a cursory smile as Lamar
continued to brag about his newest white
capture. Yolanda continued to stroke his cock
and he was surprised to see it stiffening again.
He glanced out into the front room and saw
something that made his heart sink in his chest.
Beth was standing in front of a couch of three
large black men, waving her ass lewdly and
smiling. He watched the largest of the three
stand up. Beth wrapped her arm around him and
they walked off toward the stairs together. The
black man was mammoth compared to Beth, towering
over her by more than a foot. Scott watched them
disappear up the stairs.
"Yeah boy that last bitch was fun
though, she put up a struggle at first, I damn
near had to kill her to make her obey! Here, let
me show you the video!" Lamar laughed as he
picked up the remote. Scott watched with a
growing remorse as the Large Black man laughed
about conquering his wife.
Scott froze as the screen flashed into a
scene of Beth, still with her brunette hair,
laying naked on a large mattress, covering
herself in shame. Her face was streaked with
tears and she was pleading for mercy. Scott kept
from clinching his fists as he heard Lamar's
voice booming from the video. "You gonna suck it
bitch! you gonna suck it or I gonna knock those
teeth out!" Beth cried "no" Then Scott watched
Lamar enter the view. He grabbed Beth by the
hair and held her still as he pushed his cock
into her mouth. Beth's resistance gave in
slightly and she started to suck Lamar's huge
tool. The screen blurred as Beth rocked backward
onto the mattress as Lamar shoved her away. "I
told you what gonna happen if you touch my cock
with those teeth again!" Lamar boomed at her.
Beth shrank away in fear. "No" She cried as
Lamar wrestled her onto her belly. Scott watched
Beth's rear pulled into the air as Lamar planted
the head of his cock in her channel. Lamar
plunged into Beth doggie style and she let out a
gasp of pain.
"Look at this part, the bitch know's
it's comin too!" Lamar laughed as Kitten knelt
between his legs sucking his balls.
Scott stared at the screen and felt
himself sweating through his cloths. "No
please!" Beth cried as Lamar pulled his cock
from her pussy and pushed it into her butt. Beth
howled out in pain as Lamar rammed it home and
began stroking it in her.
"No! No that aint it! Watch!" Lamar
laughed as he pointed to the screen. Scott was
trying to look away. Lamar pumped her stretched
asshole a few minutes before pulling out again.
Scott watched Beth's red anus slowly close up.
"Now what do you say to your Daddy?" Lamar
shouted at her as he pushed the head of his cock
back into her cunt. Beth was sobbing now.
"please baby doll.." Beth cried out in sobs,
unable to speak a full sentence without gasping.
". please how can I make you feel good!" Beth
grunted as Lamar lunged his cock back into her
depths. Lamar took a large butt plug from a box
on the bed and smiled. He pushed the head of the
rubber tool against Beth's anus and started
working it in. Beth started crying loudly now.
The plug was wider than Lamar's sizable cock so
it stretched her butt until she screamed. The
plug reached it's maximum then slipped into
Beth's butt firmly. Lamar then started fucking
the tearful girl until he came in her. Scott was
shaking in his seat now. His wife was on the
television crying as Lamar tortured her. When
Lamar pulled his cock out, cum started to seep
from her slit. Lamar stopped the flow with yet
another butt plug. This one even larger than the
first. As Lamar climbed off the bed, Beth was
crying and holding her crotch. The plugs had
spread her open so much she was unable to close
her legs, so she laid lewdly on the bed holding
herself. "Those plugs come out before I get
back, You don't get no candy tonight!" Lamar
grunted at her deeply. A moment later he
returned with a needle in his hand. Beth held
her arm out and Lamar injected her with the
drug. A moment later her crying stopped and she
lay silently on the bed staring at the ceiling.
"That was the first week the bitch was
here. Last week I took her to the peep how with
some of the boys. Here look at this!" Lamar
chuckled as he pointed to Yolanda. Scott watched
the porky black girl climb off the couch and run
to the VCR. She took out the tape and inserted
another. Scott stared through the door into the
smoky front room just to see Beth being escorted
up stairs with another man.
Scott took a deep breath and sighed as
the video came on. The scene was of a red velvet
room with a stool in the middle and glass
windows all around. Beth entered the room
wearing a pink teddy, her hair blond, her skin
blotched with small bruises and scratches. The
sliding doors to the windows opened up and Beth
started dancing. To a rap song. Scott could see
men through the glass windows beating their
cocks at his wife's lewd behavior.
"Here come the good part. This bitch
done learned her lesson!" Lamar laughed. Beth
opened her arms up and giggled to someone off
camera. "Come on baby!" Beth chuckled in an
African accent. A large black man entered the
scene wearing a g-string.
"Oh baby let me suck that big cock!"
Beth groaned as she fell to her knees in front
of the rough negro. Scott swallowed hard as he
watched his wife eagerly pull down the man's
underwear and start licking his cock.
"Bitch can suck as good as the best
whores now!" Lamar laughed as he pointed to the
television. Kitten was now sucking his cock in a
steady rhythm.
On the Television, Beth was assuming a
doggie position for the black man. He mounted
her and thrust his cock into her pussy. Beth let
out a scream of ecstasy Scott had never heard
before. The camera zoomed in on her as she
ripped her satin garment from her breasts and
began messaging them. Scott winced as he noticed
the two large hoops hanging from his wife's
pierced nipples. On her ass was a comic tattoo
pointing to her asshole. It read Dark meat only,
no honkeys allowed.
"Oh Yeah! Your learnin bitch!" Groaned
Lamar with his eyes rolled back in his head. He
took Kitten by the head and started rocking her
head up and down on his cock. "Come on! Come on
girl! Hurry it up!" Lamar shouted. Kitten jumped
up and squatted on Lamar's lap. He ripped her
teddy open and yanked on her . Scott watched her
whole body shudder as Lamar pulled something
from her backside. She screamed softly then
Lamar produced the large butt plug. He dropped
it to the floor and then tugged the other huge
plug from her pussy. Kitten gasped out as he
pulled her down onto his cock. Filling the void
left by the rubber tool with his throbbing cock.
He rocked her in the air a few times and came
inside her. Kitten collapsed on the floor as
soon as Lamar let her go.
"is it ok if Kitten goes to the bathroom
now?" She gasped wearily. Lamar shook his head.
Kitten winced and grabbed the large plug knowing
the routine already. She laid it beneath her and
worked herself down onto it. She stood up with
the large tool stuffed in her vagina. "Can I go
now?" She groaned. Lamar nodded and she ran off
to a door behind the couch.
"I still got a while to go before I send
her to the streets. She'll run if I let her.
Damn bitch ain't learned to respect me yet!"
Lamar grumbled as he pushed his cock back in his
pants. On the television screen, Beth was now
laying on top of one man who was fucking her
from underneath, while a second man was prodding
her butt with his large tool. Scott was happy to
look away from the television. Yolanda was
stroking his cock again and he put his arm on
her shoulder to pretend he was interested,
anything to look away from the television.
Yolanda smiled a large lipped grin at him and
sat down on his lap, pressing her large rump
down on his cock. She stroked his cock
energetically beneath her leather skirt. Scott
closed his eyes and laid his head back. He could
hear his wife screaming lustfully to be fucked
from the television set. He tried to pretend it
was him she screamed for.
Scott closed his eyes and imagined he
was far away. He felt the hooker unroll a condom
on his erection. As he listened to Beth crying
out to be fucked harder, he felt the hookers fat
ass descend on his rod, he felt his cock rub
across her rough pubic hair then slip into her
wet pussy. He groaned a deep guttural gasp. Beth
cried out in pleasure from the television set.
"Oh Baby!" Yolanda chuckled to him. She
took his hand and pulled it around to her fat
tits. He squeezed them softly as he began to
thrust into her from below. On the television,
Beth was moaning wildly with lust. Her lovers
were telling her to suck and fuck and move
faster. After many months without sex, he
realized he had a lot to relieve himself of.
"$5000 TOMORROW!" Lamar shouted across
the room. Scott opened his eyes and looked
across the room. The girl named Kitten sat on
the couch beside him timidly, and on his other
side sat Beth, or as she was known here,
Vanilla. Beth tried not to look at him, she
seemed slightly shaken at seeing him there.
Lamar had shaken him from his fantasy. He felt
the black hookers ass settle down heavily on his
crotch as she reached down to remove his cock
from her snatch.
"$5000 right!" Lamar said with little
emotion. Looking sternly at Scott. Yolanda
lifted her ass from his crotch and sat down
beside him. Pulling her skirt down to cover her
crotch.
"Yeah, I'll get the money and bring it
to you." Scott stuttered as he pushed his
erection back into his trousers and tried to zip
up. Beth was dressed in a pink miniskirt and
tube top. Scott paused to stare at the gold ring
through her belly button.
"Alright then, well We gots a special
event tonight. Vanilla here is joinin the possie
for good tonight. She gonna give us a little
show. Go on girl, get James and Roland." Lamar
announced. Beth jumped up from the couch and ran
from the room. She returned a moment later
following two of the largest men Scott had seen.
James was 6'8" and nearly 300lbs. Roland was
barely 6' but he was much wider and stockier
then James. James sat down on the couch beside
Scott while Roland sat beside Lamar. Both men
gave a gang salute to Lamar as they settled into
their seats. Beth stood in the middle staring at
the floor.

Hood Nightmare
PART 3
"Well girl, you ready to get yo scorpion
tonight?" Lamar asked. Beth stared at him and
nodded.
"Yes daddy, I want it really bad!" Beth
said softly.
"Alright then, dance for us. We got a
honkey joinin us tonight. He gonna deal blow for
me in the burbs. He ain't no Scorpion you
understand?" Lamar warned. Scott felt small
seated next to James, and the talk about not
being a scorpion put him deeper into
perspective. He was only there for the money he
promised. He wouldn't be able to participate in
this game.
Beth went over to the stereo and turned
the music. It was the same rap music which was
playing elsewhere in the house. Beth stood in
front of Lamar and started grinding her hips for
him.
"Ain't this bitch something else?" Lamar
laughed to his pals.
"Hell yeah boy!" James laughed across
the room as he sat staring and Beth's jiggling
breasts. Beth turned to him and spread her legs,
grinding her crotch in the air for him. Scott
felt himself beginning to tremble in disbelief.
She avoided his gaze completely.
"How much you make tonight girl?" Lamar
shouted at Beth. She turned and danced in front
of him as she fished the wad of cash from her
top.
"A lot baby!" Beth announced as she
handed Lamar a wad of bills.
"How many niggers you knock boots with
tonight girl?" Lamar asked with a smiled as he
thumbed through the bills.
"eleven big boys and one buttfucker, he
paid me double like you wanted baby." Beth
announced in a black accent as she continued to
grind her hips and message her breasts in front
of Lamar.
"How many blow jobs?" Lamar asked
"bout twenty honey. They just never
stopped commin." She smiled.
"how many you gonna do tomorrow?" Lamar
said
"as many niggers as want a piece of my
white ass baby!" Beth groaned as she went low
and pulled her skirt up for Lamar. Lamar raised
an eyebrow at her and took Kitten in his arms.
"Come on bitch! enough dancin! Blow me!"
Roland said in a low raspy voice as he sprawled
back on the couch. Beth waited for Lamar's nod.
When he gave it, she danced up to the stocky
black man and dropped to her knees. She pulled
his pants down to his ankles and immediately
pulled his thick cock into her mouth. Roland
took her by the head and laid his head back,
guiding her head up and down on his meat. Scott
was feeling sick to his stomach the more he
watched Beth perform for the gang members. He
could hear Beth's slurping and sucking almost
above the loud rap music. Lamar ignored the act
beside him, and started French kissing Kitten,
who fell submissively into his arms. James was
getting a bit impatient himself, as he leaned
forward on the couch and pulled Beth's skirt up
above her butt.
Beth wore a g-string beneath the skirt.
He could see the big tattoo clearly on her butt
cheek now. He wondered if it could ever be
removed if he was able to get her out of here
alive. Scott watched as Beth's head began to bob
faster and faster on his cock until her hair was
billowing through the air. She finally broke
away and began moaning.
"Oh yeah Roland baby, CUM! Cum on your
little girls face!" Roland was wincing and
gasping in the chair as Beth moaned for him. He
pushed her onto the floor and dropped to his
knees. Scott looked away as he saw the strand of
cum hanging from Beth's lip as he held her
still. The rest of Roland's ejaculation spurted
onto her chin and cheek. Beth laid still and
moaned for more until he was finished. When he
let go of her, she was spattered with his wet
glistening juice, but she remained still and
waited for orders.
"Get up and wipe it into yo skin bitch!"
James chuckled with excitement. Beth looked to
him and sat up. She obediently began smearing
Roland's cum into her face until she had
absorbed it all into her pores. Scott stared at
the floor in disgust.
"Yeah bitch, you like that black nigger
cum don't ya?" Roland grunted as he unzipped his
fly.
"Sure baby, what white girl wouldn't?"
Beth giggled to him. Roland motioned her over
and pulled her face to his cock. Beth pulled it
into her mouth and began sucking it loudly.
Scott glanced over and saw his wife straining to
pull James's big cock into her mouth.
"James, Hold on boy. Let's have some
fun! Let's see if Vanilla really loves black
cum!" Lamar laughed from the next couch. Beth
pulled her lips from James's cock with a loud
smack. She looked over to Lamar obediently. "Go
collect the garbage from the upstairs rooms and
bring it down here girl! And have Sandy bring in
some drinks!" Lamar shouted to her. Beth jumped
up and pulled her skirt down. She disappeared up
the stairs in a flash as she sought to please
her master. She returned a couple minutes later
with six small waist cans. A large black woman
in spandex followed her in with a tray of beers
and glasses. She laid the drinks down on the
table and left without bothering Lamar's project
with Vanilla.
"Go on girl, fish out all the rubba's
and lay em on the tray. I want you to squeeze
all the brothers cum out into that glass for
us!" Lamar chuckled with excitement. Roland,
James, and Yolanda all started to giggle when
they realized Lamar's plans. Scott stared
dumbly.
"yes daddy." Beth groaned obediently.
She fought to hide the frown as she understood
the implications. She reached into the trash can
and pulled the top rubber out. She held it up
with two fingers and turned it over into the
cup. The thick white cum drooled out into the
wide mouthed glass and made a few splotches.
"I said all of it! Squeez it out!" Lamar
commanded. Beth forced a smile and took the
rubber between her fingers. She ran her fingers
down the length of the rubber and squeezed the
remainder of white cum out into the glass. Beth
continued to fish out the rubbers and drain them
into the glass one by one until she was finished
with the first trash can. The cup was an inch
deep with cum now, and the smell of semen filled
the air. The pile of emptied condoms was three
inches high. Beth though of how nice it would be
to have the dog collar removed, to be accepted
by these people. She blocked the thought of
Scott out of her mind because her old life was
too painful to consider now.
"Kitten, get over there and help her
drain them rubbas, we aint got all night!" Lamar
commanded. Kitten frowned and quietly stepped
off the couch. She knelt beside Beth and started
fishing the condoms from the garbage. Her dainty
fingers seemed repulsed by the filthy soiled
condoms.
"I can't do this!" Kitten cried out as
she felt the cum dribble onto her fingers. Lamar
stood up and attached a leash to the choker
chain around her neck. Kitten grabbed the silver
chain around her neck defensively. Lamar yanked
her up into the air by the chain and let her
dangle gasping for air for a moment. James and
Roland stared silently, knowing not to deal with
Lamar's business. Scott watched in terror as the
girl started to turn blue.
"There!" Lamar shouted at her as he
released his hold. Kitten fell to the ground
gasping and crying. "I said you help!" He
shouted.
"yess daddy!" Kitten cried as she drug
herself back to her knees beside Beth. She
grabbed a handful of condoms from the trash and
started emptying them into the cup, oblivious to
the gobs that ran out through her fingers.
Scott watched the glass fill with the
thick creamy liquid until finally the pile of
condoms on the tray was a foot tall, and the
trash cans where empty.
"Go wash ya self up kitten, and bring
back a spoon!" Lamar said with growing
impatience. "Go on Vanilla, ask James if he can
fuck yo big pussy doggie style!"
Beth turned around and walked up to
James. "James baby, want to fuck me like a dog?"
She cooed in a high babyish voice.
"yeah bitch! Come one and get those
cloths off!" He grunted as he stood up. He
pulled his pants to the floor and kicked them
off while Beth pulled her skirt up and pulled
her g-string off. She knelt down and assumed the
position for him. Scott watched Beth's ass
wiggle in the air in front of them as James
knelt down behind her. Beth's pussy was shaven
and swollen. James unrolled a condom over his
thick cock quickly and then pushed his fat cock
head into her hole. Beth groaned and pushed back
to meet his hips with her butt cheeks. Scott
averted his gaze to Yolanda as he heard the
slapping of James's flesh against his wife's
naked rear.
"Yolanda! Get over here and grab this
glass of black jizz!" Lamar shouted as Kitten
returned to the room holding a spoon. Lamar
pulled her down beside him and threw the spoon
to Yolanda. She caught it with a giggle as she
took the glass and sat back down beside Scott.
"Go ahead girl! Start feedin it to her!" Lamar
laughed.
Scott watched in disgust as Yoland sat
down beside him and dipped the spoon into the
glass of semen. She pulled the dripping spoon
out and watched the gobs of cum drop slowly back
into the cup. "Come on girl, wiggle you face
over here for some dinner!" The chunky black
girl said giggling. Beth looked up and held her
disgust in, It was worth it she reminded
herself. She scooted over so that she was
kneeling like a dog before the couch, before her
husband, James fucking her pussy from behind,
Yolanda and the spoon in front.
"Here honkey! Come and get it!" Yolanda
cackled as she dipped the spoon into the glass
and pulled it out dripping with cum. She held it
up to Beth's lips. Beth paused then opened her
mouth and closed her eyes. She accepted the
spoon in her mouth. Yolanda pushed it in and
tipped it over until the thick wad of cum
spilled out into her mouth. She knew what to do,
She closed her lips around the utensil as
Yolanda pulled it out, capturing the entire
spoonful in her mouth. Lamar had came around to
watch her drink the cum, so she put on the show,
swallowing it and opening her mouth lustfully
for more.
"Good girl! Yo daddy gonna make you a
member of the possie tonight girl! Drink the
black sperm up for yo daddy!" Yolanda giggled,
feeding spoonful after spoonful of the thick cum
into Beth's mouth.
"let the white boy feed her girl!" Lamar
chuckled with excitement. Yolanda smiled and
handed the glass to Scott. Scott took the glass
with a trembling hand and pulled the spoon out.
He looked around and fought for a reason to
leave and found none. He held the spoon up with
a trembling hand to his wife's lips. Beth opened
her eyes and made eye contact with him the first
time tonight. He saw her expression turn to
sorrow and embarrassment. She turned her head
away from him and stared at Lamar.
"please daddy, I don't want the white
honkey touchin me! Please make him go!" Beth
pleaded. Lamar shook his head.
"Do as I say girl! You want that dog
collar forever!" he shouted. Beth turned her
head and with closed eyes she took the spoon in
her mouth. Scott watched her pull away, cleaning
the spoon of the cum. He dipped the spoon again
and fed it to her, feeling himself getting
closer to madness each time. Beth had drank
nearly half of the cum in the glass now and
James was sweating onto her back as he pumped
her from behind.
"Yeah girl! Yeah girl! Get ready, James
gonna feed you the fresh stuff now!" He grunted
as he slammed her hard from behind. Scott was
thankful to turn away as James pulled out of his
wife. Beth spun around and pulled the rubber
from his cock, pulling his cock to her mouth
just as he erupted. She sucked his cock into her
mouth and swallowed his entire load without
blinking.
"Aw shit man! I ain't never fuck no
honkey bitch like that before!" James groaned as
he pulled Beth's lips from his cock and pushed
her mouth to his balls. She obediently started
licking his nuts for him while he laid back in
exhaustion.
"OK girl! You want to be in this
possie?" Lamar shouted to her. Beth pulled away
and stood up in front of him.
"yes daddy. Please!" She groaned. Lamar
took her tube top and pulled it down below her
breast.
"Then get undressed, I gonna call in Big
D" Lamar said pointing to Yolanda. She jumped up
and ran from the room, Returning a minute later
with a thin old gray haired black man. He had a
small box under his arm. Beth stood before the
couch where Lamar sat, completely naked.
"You want to be in my possie girl?"
Lamar said quietly. Yolanda had turned down the
music until it was quiet. People from the front
room had been invited to witness Beth's entrance
into the gang.
"oh yeah daddy!" She said softly. Tears
pooling at her eyes.
"You wanna fuck and suck nigger cock
till you die?" Lamar asked.
"yes daddy!" Beth moaned.
"You gonna go out to the street each
night and bring home the money to yo daddy?"
"yes daddy!" Beth said as she looked
around the quickly growing crowd behind Lamars
couch.
"You gonna keep yo mouth shut when the
man put you in jail for sellin yo ass?" Lamar
said.
"Sure will daddy." Beth answered.
"then you think you ready to be in my
possie?" Lamar said louder.
"yes daddy." Beth moaned impatiently.
"Then you gonna have lots of children
for Lamar, you gonna raise em in the hood?"
"yes daddy." Beth said thinking about
her first month sleeping with Lamar.
"Are you pregnant with my child now
woman?" Lamar asked.
"yes daddy!" Beth groaned. Scott
flinched as if struck, unable to believe what he
had just heard.
"Then I makin you a member of the possie
tonight girl! Now drink that jizm down!" Lamar
laughed. Yolanda took the glass from Scott's
trembling hand and handed it to Beth. She took
it in both hands and brought it to her lips. She
closed her eyes and cried out as she tipped the
glass. The crowd cheered and clapped as she
swallowed and swallowed the cum in the glass
until it was empty. When she was done, she
dropped the glass down beside her and sat down
on the floor.
"There ya go vanilla!" Lamar shouted as
he reached down and removed the choker collar
from her neck. Beth sat silently trying not to
wretch up the cum in front of Lamar. She heard
the buzzing of the needle gun as the old man sat
down beside her. Lamar handed her a vial of
crack and she eagerly opened it. Snorting the
drug into her lungs as fast as she could. Scott
watched in disgusted terror as the men slowly
filtered from the room. Beth lay on the floor
tripping, the old man tattooing a gangland
symbol of a scorpion on her forearm.
Scott excused himself and stepped over
to the bathroom. As he stepped into the little
room and closed the door behind him, he bent
over and began to wretch into the sink. The
sights and sounds he had witnessed where too
much to stand. He splashed some water on his
face and straightened his hair. Thinking about
the rest of his plan, he turned the knob and
opened the door to step back into Lamar's
parlor. As the door opened, he saw a white hand
pushing the door from the outside. He looked
down and saw the young girl Lamar called Kitten
pushing herself into the bathroom with tears
running from her eyes. Scott was pushed back
into the wall as the girl collapsed in front of
the toilet and began to vomit.
"Oh God! Oh God!" She cried softly to
herself. Scott watched the door to the bathroom
close, isolating him in the bathroom with
Lamar's girl. "I can't take it anymore! I don't
care." She cried as she tried to heave more into
the bowl.
"What's wrong?" Scott said with concern
as he knelt down beside her. He saw her face and
felt pity for her. She could not have been
eighteen years old. Her innocent face was
covered with thick makeup and deep red lipstick
was smeared around her lips. On her chin were
droplets of thick white goo which Scott guessed
was sperm.
"he made me swallow it." She cried. "I
can't take it anymore! It's insane!" She
groaned. Scott instinctively laid his hand
comfortingly on her shoulder and patted her.
"Why are you here?" He asked. The young
girl looked at him with large blue eyes and
seemed to smile at his ignorance.
"Don't you know? Aren't you part of his
possie?" The girl said disbelievingly.
"No, I'm just here to buy some stuff. I
don't want anything to do with what he's doing
here." Scott said reassuringly to her.
"he kidnapped me! He beat my boyfriend
up at the dance club! He's locked me up in that
basement for two weeks now! He says as soon as
he knows for sure that I'm pregnant, he's gonna
send me to the streets to whore for him! He
gives me drugs every night to get me hooked on
them, He want me to be like Vanilla and Candy,
and all the black girls just help him do it!"
"You have to escape!" Scott said hoping
to strengthen her spirit.
"No way! He said if he catches me, he'll
kill me! He'll do it! Hey mister, call the
police. That's the only hope. You have to do
something!" the girl groaned. Scott heard Lamar
shout from the front room. The girl froze as he
called out her name.
"Oh God! I've been gone too long!" She
cried out as she jumped to her feet and adjusted
her skirt. Scott watched her wash her face
quickly and hurridly apply more make up. "You
gotta do something mister!" She whispered as
she quickly let herself out. Scott stood numbly
considering the extent of Lamar's activities. As
he stood up to leave, the door swung open again
and Scott stared silently.
"Beth." He stuttered softly as she
stepped into the bathroom and walked to the
toilet staring blankly. Scott reached out to her
but she ignored her. She dropped to her knees
and Scott knelt down beside her. She was
completely naked and looking ill. She put her
head to the toilet that Kitten had just vomited
in and started to heave herself. Scott watched
her stare into the water as the clear goo
erupted from her mouth. Scott recognized it as
the glassful of cum she had just drank in front
of the crowd. When she was done heaving. Scott
stared silently as she wiped her mouth with
toilet paper.
"You!" She hissed as she slowly looked
him in the face. "You bastard! Your supposed to
be dead! Why didn't you come after me! Why!" She
spoke slowly and with anger.
"Beth. I'm sorry. I've been in a coma
for three months! I'm sorry! I just got out of
the hospital last week." He groaned as he leaned
over and put his arm around her.
"It's too late now. I'm with Lamar! Now
that I'm part of his gang, he's gonna start
treating me good. I'm pregnant with his child."
She said trailing off into silence as she
thought about it. "He says as soon as I start to
show I don't have to work the street any more.
I'm already starting to show a little bit." She
said softly as she ran her hand over her belly.
"He's gonna kill you if he find's out who you
are. He doesn't care shit about you! He'll cut
you up for sport you know!"
"LOOK BETH!" Scott said stopping her
dazed ramblings. He held her still and stared
her in the eyes. "I love you! I'm here to get
you out!"
Beth looked down at the floor sadly.
"I'm a whore now. nobody loves me." She said as
her voice started to crack.
"When can you get out of the house? I've
got a brown LTD parked in the motel across the
street! I'm gonna get you out of here!" Scott
said impatiently as he stared at the door.
"No! You can't just drive out! He has
his possie all over the hood! You'll never make
it out of the city alive! He'll kill us both!"
"You have to. It's the only way!" Scott
said. "I have other things too. You have to
trust me!" He assured as he held her firmly.
"OK, I get to sleep upstairs with Candy
tonight. I'll try to sneak out this morning
around five. Everyone is usually crashed by
then. You better be there!" She said to Scott.
Scott looked at her and nodded. "I gotta get
back out there. Lamar want's me working the
front room! He's got Yolanda showin me somethin
new tonight!" Beth said standing up. Scott
stared in awe as she turned her negro accent
back on. She made up her face quickly and
stepped back into the front room buck naked.
Scott stood up and combed his hair
quickly. He opened the door and stepped out into
the room of people. Beth was sitting on one side
of Lamar while Kitten sat on the other side.
Scott stepped around the couch and sat down
beside Yolanda again. Lamar was busy with his
lips locked to Kittens little mouth. The
innocent girl sat submissively with out
resisting. Beth leaned up against Lamar as
though she were his pet.
"There you are honkey! You lucky you
didn't get yo dick cut off walkin round here
alone like that!" Lamar said as he broke his
mouth loose from kitten and looked at him.
"I just went to the bathroom. There was
a line." He mumbled.
"Well we gotta go, The rest of the
evening is just for my possie. No honkys aloud
to bang with the possie!" He said as he stood
up. Scott followed him into the front room with
Beth under one arm and Kitten under the other.
He paused in the middle of the large living
room, his possie crowded around the room sitting
on the beaten old couches and chairs.
"Make room brothuhs!" Lamar shouted
above the noise. The room immediately quieted
down. "make room on that couch for my girl
Vanilla here!" he said. He led Beth over to an
opening in the couch before them and Beth sat
down between to large men wearing sun glasses
and stocking caps.
"My girl Vanilla is pregnant with my
boy! And she ain't gonna be working the streets
much longer!" I want you boys to show her a good
time tonight and get that booty loosened up!
That girl gonna need a big pussy to have my boy
so stretch her out!" He shouted.
"Come on!" Lamar shouted to Scott. He
followed Lamar out of the house as the room full
of men surrounded his wife. He heard shouts and
cheers of lust as the door closed behind them.
Scott sat silently in the Corvette as
Lamar made a round of the neighborhood. He
watched Lamar nod approval to each of almost ten
women on the streets. When he returned to the
motel parking lot, Scott climbed out and
returned to the dingy motel room across the
parking lot. Lamar drove off back to his house
down the block.

Scott sat down in the rusting LTD and
looked at his watch. The dial read 4:45. He
wiped the windshield with his sleeve to wipe
away the morning dew, then he started up the
tired old engine. As he pulled out of the
parking lot, he sighed in relief that all of
Lamar's girls had went in for the night. The
streets of the hood were almost empty now. Scott
hoped they would be empty enough to make his
escape.
He pulled onto Lamar's street and slowly
drove through the neighborhood, passing Lamar's
corner house and turning around at the
intersection. He pulled the LTD up beside a
black Mazda parked in front of the House.
Lamar's Corvette sat in front of the Mazda. He
let the engine idle as he looked at his watch.
It was 4:50. He surveyed the house. All the
lights were off and no noise at all sounded from
the walls that earlier thundered with rap music.
Scott crossed his fingers and waited.
Scott saw the dingy curtains of an
upstairs room rustle just after his watch read
five in the morning. He reached across the car
and opened the passenger door in anticipation.
He looked out the rapidly fogging windows and
realized his hands were trembling terribly. He
waited. And he waited some more. He looked down
at his watch and realized ten minutes had passed
since he saw the curtains rustle.
The loud clap of a gun reverberated from
the house. Scott froze in fear as he stared at
the house. He saw a flash of white light as
another gunshot thundered from the house. He
heard a loud shriek followed by moans of agony.
The front door of the house swung open and he
watched Beth fling herself out just to trip and
fall from the porch, nude. Scott pushed the
passenger door open and screamed out shrilly in
fear. Beth pulled herself up and ran to the car.
Scott let go of the brake just as she dragged
herself bruised and scraped into the car. Just
as he pushed on the gas pedal, Lamar emerged
from the front door holding a large chrome
revolver.
"Oh Shit!" Scott shouted as he felt the
old car lunge forward. Beth had curled up on the
floor in a fetal position. The passenger door
slammed shut under the motion of the car.
Another loud clap and Scott flinched in agony.
The rear window of the car shattered from the
gun shot. Scott felt blood dripping from his
ear. "Oh shit!" Scott cried again as he reached
under the seat. Beth stared up from her position
on the floor, thinking Scott was dead.
Lamar climbed into his Corvette,
followed by James in his Mazda. Scott looked
into his rear view mirror as he stopped to turn
onto the main avenue. Lamar was in pursuit and
closing fast. The narrow streets of Lamar's
neighborhood were crowed with parked cars on
each side, affording room for just a single car
to pass in some places. Scott was waiting for
Lamar to approach one of these crowded spots
when he pushed the button on the small black
box. From the box was an antenna. The man Scott
had bought the device from promised it would
have a range of nearly a mile. Scott needed a
lot less then that because Lamar was a stones
throw from him now. He held the button down and
waited, Sweat beading on his brow.
"Shit! Work you Damnit! Work!" Scott
cried as he held the button of the transmitter
down.
"What are you doing! Drive! He's gonna
kill us!" Beth screamed wildly from the floor of
the car. Scott glanced down at her just as the
flash went off. The small package Scott had
stuffed under Lamar's seat went off. The dark
tinted windows of Lamar's Corvette lit up like a
light bulb just before the cloud of smoke pushed
out the windows. Scott sat frozen as the car
rolled head on into a rusty pick up truck parked
on the curb. A smile appeared on his lips
momentarily, then disappeared.
"It didn't work! Damn it! He sold me
junk! Why didn't it blow up!" Scott shouted as
he pushed on the accelerator of the old LTD. He
looked in his rear view mirror and watched Lamar
fall out of an open car door, dazed and shook
up, but not dead. Scott pulled onto the main
avenue and sped off toward the expressway,
hoping James was unable to follow.
Beth emerged from the floor ten minutes
later, when she heard Scott pressing down on the
accelerator to get on the expressway. "Did you
do it?" She mumbled through trembling lips.
"I did it." Scott said through equally
trembling lips.

Beth sat down on the couch staring at
Scott, "I had to fuck em all night long. Lamar
was celebrating my joining the gang. They rocked
my booty till almost four. I thought they were
gonna keep going till you showed up. I was just
gonna stay there cause you never would have got
away if the whole posse was up!" Beth said with
a half hood accent, half college girl talk.
"Well your free now. You don't have to
talk that way anymore. Were gonna have to get
you to a doctor now." Scott said handing Beth
the blow dryer. She had showered and put on her
old cloths. Scott could recognize his familiar
wife in the cloths, but her face betrayed her
hardened street ways.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beth lost Lamar's child. The doctor said
it was because of the fall, but it could also
have been because of the withdrawal symptoms.
Beth behaved crudely the next week. Scott took
off from work to take care of her. Beth switched
completely back to her Vanilla whore personality
twice, trying to get him to give her some crack.
Scott bore the news that Beth had three major
sexually transmitted diseases, but he was
grateful that none of them was AIDS. He made
sure she took the antibiotics like she was
instructed.
Two weeks later, Beth had died her hair
back to her natural brown. She was unable to
keep her mind off the crack long enough to go
out and shop with Scott, and they were able to
discuss the plans of bringing her out of missing
and presumed dead status. They both agreed that
it was best to keep the hood a secret from their
families. So together they fabricated a story of
amnesia and spending the time in a homeless
shelter.
Life returned to normal again. Scott
returned to the firm, and started taking on new
cases. Beth retuned to college to get her degree.

The end

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