Chapter 10
Mary lounged around in her bathrobe, sitting on an old, overstuffed easy chair, sipping on a glass of wine. She was living in a run-down hotel since the others left, that being about two weeks ago. She'd gone out rarely, there were so many weirdos around, hassling and grabbing her, guys spaced out on drugs, and she was almost sorry she didn't go with them to the West Coast.
Her savings were gone, spent on rent, food and plenty of booze, and she would have to go out on the street today and pick up a few bucks. Not that she minded very much, she was getting pretty horny, herself. She had had sex only once since Jan and the rest left, taking a chance on some older guy down the hall. It turned out to be a total flop, wham-bam-thank you-ma'am and he rolled over and went to sleep. She barely had time to get wet and ended up masturbating as he slept beside her.
She got up slowly, a bit unsteadily from having spent a good part of the day drinking, and walked over to the tiny window that looked out over the city. New York looked awful dingy in the bright sunset, a city waiting to come alive after dark. She drained her glass and refilled it from the bottle on the nightstand. She gazed out the window, reflecting.
She was drinking too much, way too much. She was staying home and masturbating at least twice a day, sometimes using her fingers, sometimes a banana or beer bottle or anything else that was a handy dildo. She was beginning to worry, she couldn't seem to satisfy the burning itch between her legs. And she was terribly lonely. Maybe if she hadn't met Jan that first day, she might have killed herself by now. But Jan had given her the strength and will to go on. She knew that somewhere out there was another Jan or Phil, someone kind, loving. She knew that she would meet someone to love and that thought kept her going.
Mary guzzled the last of the wine and walked into the small kitchenette to put the empty glass in the sink. She went into the bedroom and threw off her bathrobe, not bothering to close the curtains facing another hotel. Nude, she bent to the bureau and selected a suitable outfit. She put on a tiny, pink halter top and a pair of super tight bluejeans, that had the slogan MAKE LOVE NOT WAR stitched onto the seat. She had bought them one day when shopping with Jan because she liked the way the words bounced around on her ass when she walked. Besides, it didn't hurt to advertise when she was working.
Grabbing her room key, she headed for the door. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror. Her body and hair still looked great, but that face and those eyes, sad and slightly bloodshot. Cheer up, she told herself, things could be worse. And from where she looked, things could only get better. She forced a weak smile and exited, locking the door behind her.
Out on the street, she headed for her usual corner, only two blocks from the hotel. She stood on it nonchalantly, facing away from the street and gazing sadly at the apartment house in which she used to live and of which she had such fond memories.
An older model Ford pulled to the curb behind her and the driver honked at her.
Mary turned and was surprised. The car was much older than she had expected and the driver much younger. Well, Ins money is as good as anyone else's. She walked over, wiggling her hips.
"Looking for some action?" she said as she leaned into the open window. Her right tit almost fell out of the halter top as she leaned in, both nipples exposed by her bent position.
"Could be," the man said. He couldn't have been more than thirty and was handsome in a straight sort of way with his short hair and tailored suit. "How much?"
"Thirty dollars," she stated, wearing the same vacant smile but her pussy was beginning to twitch.
The man hesitated a moment. "Okay. Get in."
She did and he pulled the car up a few blocks and turned into a deserted alley behind what appeared to be an abandoned van. He handed her the money and pulled down his pants as she put it in her pocket.
"Okay, honey, suck on it a while," he said as his fat dick plopped out onto his thigh. It was big.
Mary moved over next to him and licked her lips. His cock looked delicked her lips. His cock looked delicious. She sighed deeply and bent her head, grabbing his penis with her soft lips and swalling the hardening flesh in one noisy gulp. She slobbered her tongue around the swollen knob as it quivered in her mouth, rising to full erection. She moaned in pleasure and began to suck him off.
Suddenly, the man grabbed her by the hair and yanked her mouth off of his cock. Mary's lips smacked loudly together in surprise. She looked at him in amazement.
"You're under arrest, baby," he said, pulling a badge out from under the dashboard.
Before Mary even had time to realize what was happening, two more cops jumped out of the van, one a female, and came to the side of the car. They pulled her out, handcuffed her and read her her rights. It all happened so fast. One minute she was blowing this guy, the next she was in a paddy wagon heading downtown.
The old matron escorted Mary down the hall of the city jail. She had been fingerprinted, had pictures taken and was assigned a number. Mary had figured it was useless to lie, so she had given her correct name and age. The sergeant had raised his eyebrows. Another teenage runaway, he had said, working on the streets. What was this world coming to? But he didn't know what Mary had left behind, so who was he to judge her?
The most embarassing moment had occurred when they took her into a room and made her strip before two of the guards. She was made to bend over and spread her ass-cheeks while one of them probed her insides, ass and pussy, with a rubber-covered finger. She was sure the woman was getting off on it and had blushed terribly. At least, they had given her back her own clothes and not some prison outfit. But they did take her comb and room key.
"In here," the matron barked, stopping at an open-barred cell. She guided her in roughly, closing the door behind her and moving off.
Mary clung to the door and looked around at the angry faces that greeted her. There were four black girls in the cell, all dressed in the garb of street hookers, thin tops, hot pants and boots. They stared at her, unfriendly.
One of them finally got up and walked over to Mary. She stiffened noticeably.
"Well, lookee here," she said to her friends, her eyes running up and down Mary's firm, young body with lust. "White girls do it, too."
The others laughed loudly and Mary pressed back against the bars. She didn't like this, not one bit. She stifled a desire to yell for the guard, feeling foolish. They wouldn't do anything to her, not in jail.
The black girl put her arm around Mary's shoulder and she drew away. The others got up and crowded around them.
"Don't be afraid, honey," she said, touching her again. "We're not going to hurt you." The black girl was young and pretty with a fantastically well-formed body, but Mary didn't think about that now. "You are a pretty one," she continued, running her fingers through Mary's silky hair. "You like boys, huh? I'll bet you like girls, too."
Mary flushed and tried to back away but they were all over her now. "Look, I ... I...."
"I told you we weren't going to hurt you." She looked deep into Mary's blue eyes and slid a hand down to grab her tit. "You ever suck black pussy?"
"Hey," Mary yelled. "Let go of me."
"Sure, honey, sure." She signalled to the other girls and they grabbed Mary tight pulling her to the ground. She struggled mightily but was no match for them. One of the girls covered her mouth and she tried to scream in vain.
Mary watched through wide, scared eyes as the black girl looked up and down the hall, then yanked her pants off, exposing her dark, hairy pussy. She was helpless, held down by the other three girls, but she fought to no avail. The girl covering her mouth put a knife to Mary's throat and removed her hands.
"One sound and you're dead," she whispered and Mary almost cried in fear. She had no doubt the girl would do it.
The first girl stood with one foot on either side of Mary's head and slowly descended. She was smiling.
"Make it good, white girl," she said, lowering her pussy onto her mouth. "It'd better be good."
Mary let the pussy fall onto her mouth and tried to breathe around it, she felt like she was suffocating. Her mouth stayed shut and she inhaled the pussy odor with distaste, not that she didn't like the aroma, it was just the way it was happening. The girl rubbed her cunt around Mary's face impatiently.
"Suck it, honky. Open your mouth and lick a nigger's snatch." For emphasis, the other girl pressed the knife tight to her throat.
Mary had no choice. She opened her mouth and began to lick the red meat of the black girl's pussy. The taste was stronger than Jan's had been and flavored with old jizz. She pushed her tongue in and out and lapped up the juices.
"Ummm, much better, umm," the black girl moaned and rotated her hips. "It don't taste bad now, does it?"
Mary hated herself for agreeing with the girl, but it didn't taste bad. She was becoming excited against her will. Her own pussy was heating up as she licked and sucked this girl. The dark pubic hairs tickled her nose and the girl's asshole rested on her soft chin. My God, she thought, I'm getting excited as hell. What's wrong with me? She couldn't stop the rising wave of stimulation within her. Her body relaxed against the restraints of the others and she licked the girl's pussy with a need of her own.
Mary's relaxed stance was immediately evident to the others. The black girl on her face pushed down and smiled around her. "She really digs this," she said. "Let her arms go."
They did and Mary cupped the girl's firm buttocks, squeezing them tightly. Her arms moved with a power of their own over which Mary's brain had no control. Her sexual being had taken over. She wanted only to devour hungrily the cunt before her. Her mind was in a haze and she couldn't make sense of what the black girls were saying around her.
"I'm getting in on this," one of them said, grabbing a hand from the girl's ass and shoving it down her open pants.
"Me, too," said another, taking Mary's other hand and placing it on her twat.
The fourth girl took the knife from Mary's throat and sat back to watch this unbelievable scene. The blade was definitely not needed.
Mary was beyond comprehension. Her mouth sucked vigorously on the cunt in her mouth, suctioning out the juices with great relish and devouring them. Her arms were stretched wide and her fingers were busy fondling the two pussies, making them wet and sticky with her fervent caresses. She moaned out loud, vibrating the box in her mouth. God, it feels so good, so good. Her moans and loud slurping noises filled the room.
"Hey, somebody's coming," the girl with the knife suddenly cried out.
The two girls pushed Mary's hands away and closed their pants quickly but the other girl was too slow getting up.
"Hey! What the hell is going on here?" The matron hurried to open the locked door. By the time she got in, the girl was off of Mary and in a corner, nude from the waist down and trying to slide her pants on. "What the fuck?"
But it was evident what was going on. Mary was still on the floor, her eyes cloudy with lust. She sat up and her halter top slipped off to fall on her lap, having been loosened in the original struggle. Her face was covered with sticky, white jism and peppered with dark, curly pubic hairs. Her hands were sticky with pussy-juice and she was breathing heavily, her now-naked breasts heaving. She looked around, wondering what was going on. The black girl was now dressed.
"You lousy lezzie!" the guard screamed and slapped her hard across the face, stinging the flesh and waking her from her reverie. "What do you think this is, a fucking whorehouse? I oughta kick the shit out of you and leave you here for a month or two."
The black girls were standing in the back of the cell and watching with detached interest.
The matron pulled Mary by her hair and yanked her to her feet. She was enormously strong for a woman and Mary felt like her hair was being pulled out. The guard looked at her with obvious disgust and Mary melted.
"Put your fucking boobs avvay and wipe your stinkin' mouth off. Somebody's paid your bail, though God only knows why," she said and moved to wait outside the cell. "Cunt," she spat.
Mary kept her eyes glued-to the floor as she fixed her halter top and wiped her face and mouth. She walked out like a zombie, ashamed beyond belief. The matron pushed her down the hall and turned her over to another guard, who in turn brought her into a small room and left her there, advising her to stop at the desk and pick up her belongings. She sat down. Alone.
"Hello, Mary," a soft voice called out as the door opened.
Mary turned to see her mother. They stared at each other for a long time, then rushed into each other's arms, crying openly.