Chapter 8

As Jimmy and Carrie climbed into bed together, the long-haired young man asked the prostitute if she wanted to snort some coke, and Carrie automatically said no.

"You sure, honey?" he drawled. "It's easy to do-there's nothing to it-and this is some real good shit. It'll make you feel real groovy-I promise you that."

Carrie figured that in the short month she'd been in Atlanta there were a number of experiences she hadn't gotten around to having, and now was as good a time as any to catch up.

"Oh, all right," she said indifferently. She always went along with what Jimmy suggested. After all, he was her lover, wasn't he? (Her mind recoiled from the uglier but more accurate word pimp.)

Jimmy fed her the white powder in a tiny gold spoon he had hung around his neck for the purpose, and showed the girl how to snort it. Carrie did so, trustingly, and her nose felt terribly ticklish-she wanted to sneeze but forced herself not to. But nothing else happened-at first!

"Nothing's happened," she told her pimp, disappointed.

"It will-you wait and see. Just relax."

Her head began to feel a little light, all right, and there was a kind of cold but by no means unpleasant sensation behind her forehead; but Carrie certainly didn't feel whatever "being stoned" was supposed to feel like. Jimmy got up and put some records on his stereo, and she admired his naked, muscular body as he crouched on the floor. He had a semi-erection and that, plus the coke, was beginning to get to her. Yes, she could feel it. The music seemed to be coming from every corner of the room at once and she felt it as well as heard it, rippling over her naked body on the bed, going through her brain and making her part of the sounds. It felt good. The cheap little room itself, in a trick hotel, seemed to be breathing right along with her...

Jimmy pulled her close against him and their bodies seemed to be electrified-his skin felt so sensuous and his hands and mouth on her breasts and cunt felt almost velvety. And his cock-oh, Christ!-his cock!-it seemed to have swollen to four or five times its normal size, which was plenty big enough in all honesty, and when he eased it between the moist lips of Carrie's pussy opening and thrust it deep up into her cunt, she felt as though his entire body had literally gone into her. And the wild sensations, that got wilder, more varied, by the second as he began to fuck her with the long-driving, rapid strokes that she craved. It was all so fucking good and each sensation was more prolonged, more intense than usual and than the one before it. Jimmy's mouth and tongue on her breasts made the lush mounds of flesh more and more sensitive, more responsive to his oral caresses, and Carrie now believed that she possessed the biggest, sexiest boobs in captivity and that her nipples must be two inches long; but then Jimmy moved his fingers from them to the crack of her ass and began playing with it until she nearly swooned with excitement and desire for him. And there was always that big cock in her cunt, fucking her, filling her, forcing spasms through her body as she floated in an orgasmic cloud. Her head felt very light, almost weightless. If only it could be this good forever! Suddenly Carrie realized why Jimmy liked to get stoned so often. She heard him, vaguely, murmuring, "Far out-far out fuck! Carrie, you really are a hot chick... every time I put my dick in you, I want it to last all fucking night..."

And then she couldn't hear him anymore-his voice sounded faint and far away, and was easily drowned out by the music; her orgasm was gripping her, deep in her cock-filled cunt, and she didn't know if she could withstand such fierce, intense erotic pleasure as he was giving her now as he rammed himself in and out, in and out, of her exploding pussy like a hard, pumping piece of machinery. But at least she could make out his words again as he started to ejaculate inside her: "No other bitch does this to me-gets me this fucking hot-you love to get fucked, baby, you love that nice hard cock, that's what it is about you! You love it! I can shove my cock in you and fuck you to death and you'd just love it, you'd come and come, all over the bed, all over my cock fucking you... God, how I dig fucking you, screwing every part of your body-making you come-watching you come-watching you go crazy for my cock-!"

He shot into her, grunting, mauling her breasts with his mouth and hands, and she let out a sharp, piercing cry as she felt her vaginal walls tensing up yet again in the quick, violent spasms of orgasm. Then Jimmy pulled his dick out of her and began kissing and sucking her exhausted body all over, mouthing the smooth skin of her inner thighs until she buried her hands in his long hair and begged him to eat her cunt-and he did, as it all began again, the sexual urges becoming so wildly insistent as they built up inside her that she had to turn around on the bed and pull his body to her and take his still-hard cock, wet and pungent with the mixture of his come and her pussy juices, into her mouth and suck it and suck it for what seemed Like hours as his tongue drilled between the gushing lips of her aroused, hot pussy...

Those had been the good times, Carrie thought with listless bitterness now, as she brushed her hair hurriedly in the bathroom.

"Come on!" Jimmy repeated, sounding irritated. "I said to hurry it up, Carrie! Let's get with it, okay?"

Why was he always yelling at her? Carrie wondered angrily. He'd been so nice to her at first. She'd actually talked herself into believing she was in love with him. Maybe she still was-a little. But she'd changed, too, in just a month. Hooking had made her feel tough and disillusioned. She hardly ever speculated about the future any more. All she ever seemed to have to look forward to was another trick.

"Look, are you going to stay in there all day or what?" Jimmy demanded. She dropped the hairbrush into her handbag and quickly opened the bathroom door.

"I only wanted to fix my hair," she muttered. "It looked okay before." She brightened somewhat. "Really?" He checked his watch and frowned. "I said it did, didn't I? What the fuck do you want-a lecture on it? How many times do I have to tell you? Now come on-okay?"

Carrie let him take her by the arm and drag her out of the room and down the stairs. She wished that they could really be going somewhere, to just have fun, like other young couples she saw, instead of just back to the street to pick up men. She was getting sick of it, despite the ease with which she attracted Johns and the way she'd learned to close her eyes and fantasize while they screwed her. She usually pretended, when she was lying underneath some creep and his cock was going in and out of her, half listening to his grunts and crude comments, that it was Jimmy who was fucking her instead.

She was making good money-Jimmy took care of it, so she wasn't sure exactly how much she'd accumulated-but somehow it never seemed to be enough; Jimmy was always complaining, always telling her that they had to spend more time on the street, hustling her ass. Carrie couldn't imagine what happened to all the money, except for that part of it that went to buy the pills and other drugs that Jimmy bought from a friend and then sold for a profit to other people, always keeping some for his own use.

"Listen, Carrie," he was telling her now, as they walked down the dirty street. "There's a lot of heat on right now, so stay cool, okay?"

"Heat?"

"The pigs, the cops! They've been coming on real strong lately, busting the girls right and left, so if anybody hassles you just tell 'em you go to school-college. You look old enough. And don't go up to a guy and ask him if he's looking for some action. Let him make the first move and make sure he tells you what he wants loud and clear before you say anything about sex-otherwise it's entrapment. You hear?" -

"Yeah..." she replied uncertainly. The pills he always gave her before they went out looking for work always made her thinking fuzzy, and she was having trouble concentrating on what he was telling her. But he seemed pleased with her, for once.

"That's my baby." He tousled her hair, grinning, but she didn't mind having it mussed. She glanced at his handsome profile, convinced suddenly that she really did love him.

"Am I still your girl, Jimmy?" she asked.

"Sure-what kind of fucking talk is that, anyway?"

"I-I don't know. I thought maybe you don't love me no more... you hardly ever say you do. And those other girls who turn tricks for you--you've been seeing a lot of that Ellen lately, for example. You must like her more than you Like me.

"I like her, but not as much as you," Jimmy protested. "Hell, she's only a nigger."

"Will we have to score more than a couple times?" she asked anxiously. "I mean, can we go home early tonight? I feel so tired today-"

"Sure, baby, sure."

"Can we really? Can we be alone-just the two of us? Could we go to bed and fuck-?"

"Hey, cool it, will you?" he said sharply. A businessman with a briefcase clutched in one hand was staring at Carrie with ill-disguised interest, and Jimmy "casually" propelled her in the man's general direction. "Go take a look in the window of that store," Jimmy whispered, smiling; and Carrie obediently went over to look at the garish clothes on display in the boutique that catered to blacks-and hookers.

The man with the briefcase continued to gape at her lustfully, and she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, how Jimmy approached the man, ostensibly to ask for a light for the cigarette he was sticking in his mouth. They talked together, and Carrie sighed as she saw other young girls idling about on the sidewalks of the street: she knew that they were in the same business as she and her pimp. They were competition. She preferred to examine the things in the shop window.

Soon Jimmy was at her side, leading the John by the arm.

"Carrie, I want you to meet John." That was an original choice of pseudonym! she thought, struggling not to let her contempt show on her face. "He's an old friend of mine, his old man and mine-I mean he and my old man-were in the war together, so you be real nice to him, you hear?"

She heard, and nodded dully. The three of them walked a couple of blocks until they came to another trick hotel. Carrie had been in the place before. Lots of times.

She was puzzled, though, when Jimmy didn't beat a discreet retreat and wait for her outside as the John paid at the desk and got the room key. Jimmy was still holding her by the arm as the John rejoined them, and they all climbed the stairs together-one big happy family! She wanted to ask what was going on, but didn't want to antagonize their customer.

In the crummy little room, the man-"John" made no attempt to get undressed, but sat in an overstuffed armchair. Jimmy turned on the naked light bulb set in a ceiling socket over the double bed.

"He wants to see us," Jimmy explained, drawling, an ironic smile on his lips as he took his cigarette out of his mouth and ground it out on the floor with the heel of his scuffed boot. 'Together. Fucking. It's his trip-watching other people get their jollies."

Carrie didn't like the idea at all.

"Come on, come on," her lover told her impatiently, sounding startlingly like a John himself as he unbuttoned his denim shirt. "Get undressed."

He pulled her close against his bare chest, kissing her unselfconsciously and unfastening her hot pants. Over his shoulder, Carrie could see the older man watching them with hot, intent eyes, his hands whitening at the knuckles as they gripped the arms of the chair. She tried to pretend that it was only a drug-induced dream, that they were alone together in their own room, getting ready to make love. But the harsh light was on, pitilessly exposing the tawdriness of the room and the fact that there were three of them-that she and Jimmy had an audience-a paying audience of one. And he was beginning to breathe harder as he saw her bare breasts and thighs and cunt, saw Jimmy naked too, his hands moving on her body...

"Jimmy, I-" she began to protest timidly, trying to shield herself from the John's gaze by standing against him.

"Shut up," he said gruffly, squeezing her breast so hard that the pain made her pull away.

"I want to see her cunt," the customer said loudly. "I want to watch you put your dick in her, boy."

Jimmy turned Carrie around roughly, then pushed her onto the unmade bed, so that she was kneeling on the mattress, supporting herself on her knees and elbows. She knew that her rump was thrusting out towards the seated man and that the pink folds of her cunt were visible between her parted thighs. Her face burned with embarrassment, and she tried to hide her head in the pillow and bedclothes; but Jimmy pulled her face towards him as he got up on the bed behind her and then mounted her from behind. He pressed his warm naked body against her upraised buttocks, sliding his prick between her thighs and rubbing the thick head of it over her labia. His fingers reached down to caress her breasts, stroke her nipples... Carrie shivered in anticipation as he began to push his dick up into her from below and behind, the voyeur's labored breathing punctuating the sounds of their bodies coming together.

"She goes crazy for my cock," Jimmy boasted to the john. "Just watch-"

His prick was pushing the folds of delicate rosy-hued flesh that guarded the entrance to her pussy aside, forcing the lips to part as he pressed himself more urgently into the soft pit between them. He gripped her by the shoulders and lunged, his lewd cock skewering up into her unprepared but unresisting cuntal crack. He pushed into her crotch, forcing her to take it...

"Oh, my God, Jimmy, I can feel it, come into me, darling, put your cock in me!" she babbled, oblivious to the John's presence now as her hungry cunt accepted his cockshaft. Her thighs quivered as he spread them more and she felt the smooth pulsating head of his prick rub between the silk-soft inner folds of her labia.

"You want that cock in your cunt, baby?" Jimmy taunted as he stroked her hair, her swinging breasts. "You want it all the way up your snatch?"

"Yes, oh fuck yes, oh! I'm so sexed up! Hurry, please, hurry!"

But he took his deliberate time, to tease and abase her further, pushing himself up into her yielding pussy inch by slow inch.

"Ahhhh-Christ!" Carrie moaned. "Put it in, darling, fuck my cunt! All the way in me, oh baby, your cock feels so good-so big-so hard!"

He grasped her by the buttocks, pulling her cunt up onto his shaft as the blunt rounded head ripped through the final barriers of flesh and the whole of the cock plunged eagerly into her.

She groaned, sick with passion, melting, swooning, as a million nerve endings were scraped to vibrant, burning life by the friction of his rigid curving shank as it entered her to the hilt, then began to slide rapidly back and forth in her vaginal sheath as he fucked her doggy-style, teasing her clit with his fingers as he screwed her from behind. With each partial withdrawal of his thick tool, she could feel the muscular folds deep in her plowed-out pussy clamp him in a desperate clam-like grip as she gasped and begged him to reenter her, to shove his dick back up into her as far as it would reach and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her! She grunted with satisfaction as he came riveting back into her cuntal canal, forcing it wide open to make way for his bulky probe, stretching the furry flanges of her blonde-haired twat lips apart as he drove in and out between them. He took his hands from her grinding asscheeks and clamped them roughly over her ripe dangling jugs, kneading her breasts with painful force as he ran his cock brutally in and out of her slushy pussy slit as though he were trying to rub her supersensitive, erected clit right off.

"Oh, oh, screw me, screw me Jimmy, fuck my pussy hard, make me come!" the young hooker demanded excitedly. And he was doing his best to meet her demands. With long thudding strokes that bruised her labia as his balls slapped up against her thighs from behind, he dog-fucked her with single-minded rapaciousness. Her pussy burned with passion as it reacted to the rhythmic pistoning that cleaved the ripe, juicy peach of her fucked genital gorge. His fingers were like steel claws digging into the flesh of her breasts as, panting hoarsely, he lunged into her even faster to bring himself off.

"Oh, oh, ah, God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck-!" Carrie screamed, as that ruthless dick tore into her vaginal maw repeatedly. He was frantic with lust now, no longer interested in her reactions, in her pleasure: he only wanted to unload in her cunt, to deliver himself of the pressures that had built up in his balls. Carrie looked up with dazed eyes. The john was jerking off as he gaped at their bestial copulation on the bed only a couple of feet from where he leaned eagerly forward in his chair... Carrie shut her eyes to block the John out, trying to pretend that it was Jimmy who was screwing her so cruelly-then she realized that it was Jimmy. She felt confused and uncomfortable, and tried to turn so that she faced her grunting, sweating, pumping lover, but he pushed her back down with a curse. Only as he felt himself getting close to erupting inside her did he allow her to bury her burning face in his shoulder, hiding from the harsh light and the hot, hungry eyes of the masturbating john. She raised her head once more, just in time to see the exultant look on Jimmy's face as he slammed his cock home for a final time-Carrie caught a blurred glimpse of her stud's big prick drilling up into her between her parted thighs, driving into her beneath the hump of her pubis-then she shivered all over as she felt the buffeting smack of spurt upon spurt of his come ripping into the innermost recesses of her waiting cunt, filling her, pushing her over the edge into her own quick, fierce orgasm...

She moaned loudly as she collapsed beneath Jimmy on the bed and let him plunge into her again and again to empty himself in her drenched pussy pot. Her emotions were mixed: despair that the fuck was over, shame that she was doing it with Jimmy in front of the john for money, disgust that her pimp would sink so low as to prostitute himself as well as her-but also pleasure, in the act itself and in the fact that he had used her body so fully and unreservedly, and that she had come, too.

"Leave it in-" she started to whisper urgently; but he was already pulling his wet, flagging prick out of her, and she felt the John getting onto the bed behind her, taking Jimmy's place as Jimmy grinned salaciously down at them both... before she could even think of protesting or resisting, their customer was thrusting his dick up into her cunt the way Jimmy had done. She was wet and slippery from the combination of Jimmy's sperm and her own flowing lubrications, and the man entered her easily, with a single clumsy lunge. He wasn't nearly as big as Jimmy, and, paradoxically, this meant that being screwed by him was less comfortable for her-his cock jabbed about inside her, bruising the delicate walls of her cunt as they tried to contract sufficiently to grip his smaller penis tightly and make it good for her.

And, like all Johns, he thought he was the world's greatest lover once he was in her, keeping up a steady stream of grunted obscenities: "Bitch-hot-cunted, sexy little whore! How's that, baby, huh? Am I as good as the other stud? Gettin' to you, ain't it-my cock in your sweet tight pussy? Feels almost as good up in there as your boyfriend's, don't it? Oh, yeah-oh, baby, what a hot juicy piece of ass you are-I could fuck you like this forever-move your ass a little, will you, come on, do it real sexy like you did when he was in you, really fuck me now..."

His cock rammed back and forth inside her, his whole body shuddering as he banged against her buttocks; he muttered, the breath laboring from his lips, his saliva-like a frenzied, humping dog's-dripping down onto her sweating, shining back, as he hammered his puny prick into her cunt harder and faster...

"Come here, boy!" the man muttered passionately. Carrie, groaning and writhing on the bed as he screwed her so brutally, looked up, dazed. She couldn't believe what she saw! Jimmy was kneeling on the mattress beside her, gripping his cock in his fist and pumping on it feverishly to get it hard again. The john reached for it-and guided the swollen purplish glans of the young stud'b penis between his lips. Jimmy took his hand away from his cock and shoved the entire solid length of it deep into the John's eagerly opening mouth and throat. He grabbed a handful of the businessman's greying hair and began to fuck the guy's face as callously as the cock-sucking john was fucking Carrie's cunt. And the john loved it-!

"Suck it, you bastard," Jimmy gritted out fiercely through clenched teeth as he worked his hips to rape that willing throat. "Suck on my dick while you fuck the bitch's cunt for her! You paid for it, so take it! Take it all! Suck me real good..." Carrie buried her head into the pillow to try to block the sounds out. But she couldn't block out the pain as the man's cock slammed into her again and again and again, as the blow job he was giving Jimmy excited him so much that he was in real danger of suffering a heart attack as he penetrated the young prostitute's bruised pussy with bestial abandon.