Chapter 4
"Who was that on the phone calling so fucking late at night?" Patty Brown asked, rubbing her eyes a little bit.
"No one," Ruby Darling said to her. "Now just go back to sleep."
"Ruby, honey, a person don't call at four in the morning, and you don't talk to them for a couple of minutes and it turns out to be no one."
"Patty, it ain't any of your concern."
"Terrific," Patty said, and she rolled over.
Ruby could hear her breathing steadily a few minutes later. However, Ruby just couldn't sleep herself, and after listening to Patty for a few more minutes, she climbed out of bed, wrapped herself in her warmest robe, then walked to the dingy living room.
She closed the bedroom door so the light wouldn't wake Patty up.
Poor, sweet, unsuspecting Patty, she thought. Once, the two of them had been lovers. Now they just lived together and rarely touched one another. Ruby knew it was because Patty abhorred her whorish life, but she didn't care.
Milton was going to take her away from all that, and once she went, she wouldn't give a good goddamn about Patty. Let Patty decide what she wanted, Ruby decided. A man, a woman, or maybe both. Whatever the fuck she wants, so long as it's not me anymore.
But that thought only ran through Ruby's mind for a second.
There were other things bothering her a lot more. The most important on the list was the fact that she wanted oat, finally, and she knew she was going to have to deal with Jimmy to get out.
She had been working for him for a number of years now, and she was just tired of spreading her big black thighs for every cock that wanted to pay.
She thought back to her childhood. It seemed inevitable that she would end up on the streets, for that was where she was raised. She had been born in Harlem. Her parents had absolutely no money, and her father was drunk half his life.
Yet they still chose to have seven children, and she was the youngest. By the time she was eight, she was used to hanging out on the streets with all her brothers and sisters. Her brothers seemed to be rather protective of her.
That didn't stop her from losing her virginity at age twelve. Don was the boy's name, and he was her older brother's friend. He had asked her out on a date, and they had ended up in the local park on the bench.
It was late and dark outside, and she was rather scared. She clung to him for protection, and he started moving her hands all over his body. He guided her hand down to his hard cock bulge.
She knew what was going to happen. She knew all about sex, and even knew what a cock looked like when it was soft and hard. Having three older brothers helped in some ways. She would always see them.
Don had asked her to take his cock in her mouth, and she had been willing. He told her that her thick brown lips were just the thing he wanted, and as he spoke, he rested his hand on her crotch and squeezed.
Ruby had masturbated once or twice before then, but when Don touched her pussy, even through a layer of pants and panties, he still made her very wet. As he pulled his cock out of his pants and started to push her head down, he slid his hand into her pants.
Ruby opened her mouth and moved it all the way down on his cock. He was a nice seven inches, and she knew how to take him all the way down in her throat that first time. He held her head down at times, and although she gagged a little, she soon had the hang of the whole thing. She moved her hands to his huge balls and started to squeeze them.
"Oh, Ruby baby, I'm gonna come," he whispered.
No sooner had he said it than he was doing it. She could feel his come shooting onto her tongue, and she loved the taste of it immediately. He started to pump his cock back and forth in her mouth, but she didn't mind.
The only thing that bothered her was the amount of come. She knew that she would have liked even more.
"You stick with me, and you can get as much as you want," Don said to her.
After that, he fingered her pussy and made her come. He had the longest fingers, and once he had hold of her clit, he didn't let go. He started wiggling it back and forth so fast that Ruby had to cling to him.
Meanwhile, she pulled and tugged at his cock, trying to get him hard again. They kissed, and when his cock did start to grow, she climbed onto it.
"You move down when you want to," he said.
She moved down fast. She had no hymen, and she had known it. For once, when she was eleven, her father got mad at her, slapped her, and knocked her down the stairs. As she landed, she felt a wetness between her legs.
When she saw the blood she started to cry, but her older sister had comforted her, telling her that in the end, it was better to lose it this way.
"You won't feel any pain the first time because of it," her sister had said.
Ruby remembered her sister's words as she moved her cunt down on her first cock. She could feel it rubbing over her clit, and she placed her arms on his shoulders and started to ride up and down his dick, fast.
He moved his hands to her clothed tits and squeezed them. Ruby felt herself coming so fast, and when she did, he told her to slow down because he didn't want to come right away. Her tight pussy spasms were enough to content him for a few minutes, and it wasn't until they subsided that she started to ride his cock all over again.
When he came inside of her, a few minutes later, she came a second time.
As Ruby thought about Don, she reached over and pulled a rolled joint out of the cigarette box on the rickety table in the living room.
She could feel her pussy spasming a little bit, and the joint, she thought, would only make things more pleasant.
Don! She would never forget what his cock was like, but then again, her sisters had always said you'd never forget the first one.
Don! She had run into him one night, or rather, had seen him on the street, looking to pick up a whore. He was wearing a business Suit, and looked very established and kind of wealthy. When she had seen him coming, she had turned away.
It would have been terribly embarrassing to face him, she thought.
Ruby toked on the joint a few times, then moved her hand to her pussy. She started to touch herself, and she was happy to feel how wet and responsive her pussy was. There had reached a time, about two years after she had begun whoring, when it was hard for her to get wet about anything.
Still, she had stayed with it and tried to overcome it. Sometimes, however, she had to use vaseline.
As she got higher, she started thinking back again.
She had learned to love sex with men, or boys, rather. All her brothers and sisters were into it as well. There was nothing better to do in Harlem.
Then one night, her mother and father had a fight. Her father started beating the shit out of her mother. She remembered how her brothers tried to stop him. However, they didn't stop him in time.
Her mother spent three days in a hospital before dying. Her father was arrested. She and her brothers and sisters were given an eviction notice.
They were going to try and stick together, yet they all ended up going their separate ways. Two of her brothers were hoods in Harlem, and one had been killed about two years back. Two of her sisters had gotten married, and the third was trying to make it in Hollywood. Ruby was quite certain, however, that her sister was whoring out on the coast, although she never mentioned it in her letters.
However, Ruby never mentioned what she was doing in her letters, either. Although she occasionally ran into her one remaining brother, and one of her married sisters who lived uptown, they didn't know what she was doing.
It had all started one day, quite casually. Ruby had been living with one of her sisters at the time. She was fifteen, and although she was supposed to be in school, she cut almost every day. She had decided that the best thing for her to do would be to get a job, and so, she had been going around from agency to agency, telling one lie after another about her age and her skills.
However, there didn't seem to be anything that she could do. One day, she was on Forty-second Street eating a hot dog at one of the stands.
She had seen Jimmy, a cool-looking dude in black pants and jacket, with a thick black moustache that covered his upper lip, staring at her from across the street.
She had known, even then, that the man was a pimp. It was easy to tell from the way he was dressed. Still, when he started smiling at her, it turned her on.
Ruby had never made it with a white man up to that point, and she could see, even from across the street, what a huge bulge he had in his pants. When he winked at her and beckoned for her to come across and meet him, she had gone.
It was almost as if she was hypnotized.
"How are you doing, little black Miss?" were his first words to her.
She had smiled immediately, and when she did, he moved his hands to her thick brown lips and ran his fingers over them.
"Do you know that you got a built-in profession with those lips, honey?" he asked.
"Now what do you mean by that?" she asked, somewhat naively.
"I mean that any man on this street would pay a nice amount to put something between those lips. I don't think I have to tell you what that something is."
He hadn't. For when he had said the word something, he had started to rub his bulge, right on the street. Naturally her eyes followed his hand and she saw what he was doing. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue over her lips.
He caught that, and he smiled at her.
"Come with me, baby," he said.
"How much?" Ruby asked. She knew even then that this was a business matter, but somehow, it made no difference when the cock in question was as big as the one she could make out under his pants. She had learned to love cock since that first time, and had had her fair share of all sizes and shapes.
Jimmy had taken her up to a sleazy hotel room, without naming price. However, as he closed the door behind him and started to pull out his cock, she sunk to her knees.
"Now about price, baby," he said, rubbing his stiff cock head against her lovely wet lips, "I never pay. I get paid off from the girls, but only the girls under my wings. If I like you, and if you're into it, you could make a lot of money doing this sort of thing. More than you'd imagine. I'd protect you."
It hadn't really occurred to her that he wanted her to be a whore until he started talking to her like that.
However, at the mention of a lot of money, she was determined to do it. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and started to flick her thick red tongue over his cock head. She dug it into his piss slit, then started to pull her tongue back. His still cock head stayed with her tongue, moving into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she started to take him all the way down her throat.
As she did, Ruby grabbed for his balls and pulled them.
Jimmy had started to moan fast. He moved his hands to her two large tits and began to squeeze them. Every so often, he took the time to open another one of her blouse buttons, and soon he was pulling her bra down under her two brown mounds so he could touch her bare flesh. When he did that, she tingled even more.
Her pussy was getting wet now as she thought about it, just like her pussy had started to get wet when she licked Jimmy's cock that first time. That time, she had made no attempt to touch herself, thinking that he would get to it eventually. However, as she sat on the couch now, she started to move her fingers in and out of her pussy fast.
She could feel herself spasming hard, and soon she was in the throes of a mild orgasm.
Memories of Jimmy's sweet cock had a lot to do with the way she came.
For his cock had tasted great, and when he had started to pulsate and shoot his cream into her mouth, she couldn't believe how much come there was. Usually, she was able to swallow a whole load, but Jimmy's was so thick and so abundant that she let some drip out of the side of her mouth.
She licked it all up later.
After she had sucked him, he had fucked her to see how hot she was. She had never taken a cock his size in her pussy. He entered her when he was limp, and that was hard enough to handle. While he was inside of her, however, he started to swell. Her pussy muscles stretched slowly to accommodate his growing cock, and once she was used to it and he started thrusting, there was pleasure all the way.
He had fucked her for about fifteen minutes, bringing her off three times before he started to shoot another big load into her pussy.
After that, she had been only too eager to work for him. He told her that she could stay in the room they had fucked in, and work out of it at the same time.
Ruby had done that for a while, too.
But then one day, she had met Patty. It was late at night, after work, and Ruby had decided to take a walk down Broadway before going back to the street and going to sleep. She just wanted to see something other than the scum and filth she was used to seeing all day, for living and working on Forty-second Street meant that she hardly ever left the area. As she was walking on Duffy Square, she saw this cute black woman sitting near the tickets booth, crying.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong with you?" Ruby had asked the girl. One thing whoring had done was make her more friendly toward people.
"My girlfriend just walked out on me," Patty had said. "She told me that she wanted to go straight, and that's the end of us."
The girl didn't look like a lesbian, but hearing her talk like that didn't shock Ruby in the least. She had had affairs with women in her years of whoring. On occasion, a man liked to hire two hookers and then watch them go at each other. Ruby had licked her share of pussy, and on occasion, when the pussy was clean enough, she had liked it just as much, if not more, than cock.
"Too bad, baby," Ruby had said. "But we all got our share of problems."
"I know," the girl said. "I'm just kind of afraid to go home alone. I haven't slept alone in five years. I don't know if I can."
Ruby had started to think. At first, she figured she might be able to make some money off the vulnerable broad. She was planning on suggesting that she come home and sleep with the girl, for a small fee.
However, she did like the way the girl looked, and she thought that sleeping in another apartment, where there might be silence (unlike her street, which never seemed to stop moving, no matter what time of night), would be terrific.
She didn't even have to suggest coming to stay with Patty, for as Patty looked up, it was practically assumed.
A few days later, Ruby was to learn that Patty had talked of sleeping alone purposely, so that Ruby would want to come with her.
As Patty stood up and held out her hand, Ruby tool it. Patty lived on the upper West side, and they hailed a cab to get up there.
Ruby would never forget the first time Patty went down on her. They had both undressed, and Patty wouldn't stop praising Ruby's body. Ruby had terrific tits, she knew, and when Patty started to lick her nipples, Ruby played with Patty's pussy.
However, Patty soon wanted to go down on Ruby, and as she sunk to her knees, she moved her mouth to Ruby's pussy. She held Ruby's buttocks between her fingers and started to suck her pussy hard.
Ruby began to thrust her cunt back and forth, and Patty's long tongue was doing a nice job on her clit.
It was the first time Ruby had ever made it with another black chick, and she did end up loving it. After Patty had made her come three times, hard, she started to reciprocate and go down on Patty.
She spread Patty's juicy red cunt lips as wide as possible, then started to suck on her erect clit. Patty was going crazy with passion. Ruby had to eventually hold onto the girl's ass to keep her from moving so fast.
After Ruby had made Patty come once, they fell asleep, side by side. Patty couldn't keep her hands off Ruby the whole night.
Ruby thought that it was nice to sleep next to someone, too. After about two years of whoring and spending the night alone after the last John had paid and left, it was nice to feel someone beside you in the bed.
Eventually, after the third night, Ruby decided to move in with Patty. She still had her room on the street to work out of, but she liked the idea of not living there, too. At least there was a change of scenery when she left work.
Patty didn't know what Ruby did for the first few months.
She worked in a dress factory herself. Ruby told her that she was working at a hotel, nights, and that accounted for her odd hours.
However, one day, Patty passed her hustling on the streets. Ruby could see how hurt the girl was, and she knew that there would be a confrontation that night.
As soon as she walked in the door, she saw Patty sitting on the shabby couch. She was smoking a cigarette, and it was obvious from all the butts in the ash tray that she had been chain smoking from the second she came home until the moment that Ruby walked in. There were almost fifty butts in the ash tray.
"You never told me you were a whore," Patty said.
"You never asked me, baby. If you had asked, maybe I would have said something."
"Oh, bullshit, Ruby," Patty said, and Ruby could see her starting to cry already. "You never would have told me. You wanted me to keep believing."
"What?"
"That you loved me. At least I used to think you did."
Ruby had walked over to sit by Patty. When the black girl pulled back a little bit, Ruby reached for a joint and lit it.
"Well, shit, Patty, I don't know what ever gave you that idea."
"You gave me that idea. All that tender stroking."
"Well shit, girl, don't you know the difference between stroking and love? There is a big difference between the physical and the emotional."
Ruby knew that for a fact. It was one of the first things a good hooker had to learn. She had seen a few young girls, first starting, hoping that some man they fucked would love them and take them away from the whole scene.
Those girls tended to throw themselves into their fucking, thereby draining themselves both physically and emotionally. For in the end, all the time, the John, once his cock was satisfied, would pull out his money and pay. Then he would leave.
If you gave him anything more than your physical self, you would suffer in the end.
Ruby had been doing something like that with Patty. Once, she had thought, she might have loved the woman. But it was never a deep, strong love. After a few months, as far as Ruby was concerned, it was only a physical thing anyway.
So for Patty to start talking about love was absurd.
"You led me on," the black girl started to say.
Ruby toked on her joint more and more. She reached over and tried to stroke one of Patty's small tits, but she pulled back.
"I didn't lead you on. Look, didn't you feel good all those times we were together? If you did, why do you have to try and make it anything more than it was? Huh? There's no fucking sense to that."
"You just sell your pussy, right?"
Patty was saying it in such a condescending way, that Ruby was getting more and more pissed off. She had to clench her fists to keep from hitting Patty.
"That's right, Patty, because it's mine and there's folks who want to buy it."
"It's disgusting."
"To you, maybe, but to me, it's a good way to make a living. Just look at how you slave at your fucking dress factory, forty hours a week. After taxes, you come home with what amounts to a small pile of shit. But me, look at me. Five nights a week, no more than five hours a night, and I can take home almost five hundred a week, tax free."
"And risk disease, and sickness. What if someone beat you up?"
"I'd just expect more of a tip," Ruby said.
"Uch, that's gross. I can't stand it."
After that Patty and Ruby hardly touched each other in bed. At first, Ruby had thought about leaving, even though Patty didn't say anything to her about it.
But after a while, they had had a talk. Patty said that she still felt comforted sleeping next to someone. The sex part was something she could live without.
Ruby didn't mind. It was a nice place to stay, and Patty usually kept the refrigerator filled with all kinds of things to eat.
As she thought about it now, Ruby decided to get something. After getting high and coming once, she was starved.
She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, then took out a few slices of balogna. She made herself a sandwich, then walked back into the living room.
She started to think about Milton, for he was her ticket out.
She thought that he was one of the biggest assholes she had ever met, but as long as he was willing to take her with him, that was okay.
Ruby had met him one night on the street. He was a tall, thin black man. She had noticed him cruising her from across the street, and she started to cruise him back. However, after a while, she got bored with the fucking game.
Then someone approached her and she went with that man.
When she was finished and she got downstairs, the tall thin man was still standing across the street. He smiled at her as she stepped out of the hotel door. She smiled back, but that was all he did that day.
It took about two weeks before he had the courage to come over and talk with her. He would be on the street almost every other night, and sometimes, every night. When he finally did come and talk with her, he seemed rather shy and withdrawn.
"I've been watching you," he said.
"I know, honey. But is that all you're up to doing? Don't you want to do something more than watch me? I can show you a real good time."
"Okay," he said.
She was surprised that he didn't want to know price, like almost every other man she had had in her few years on the street. Almost all insisted on knowing the price for each thing before going upstairs with her so that they wouldn't feel like they were getting Tipped off. But he didn't care.
She took him up to her room and closed the door. When she kissed him on the lips, he seemed to get more aggressive. However, once the kiss ended, he didn't try to do anything. Ruby seemed to sense that she was going to have to definitely be the dominant one in this particular relationship.
Being a whore for so many years, she knew how to play any role assigned.
"I can tell that you must have some nice piece," she said to him, and she reached under his jacket and felt the hardening bulge under his pants. The more she rubbed him, the weaker he seemed to get.
He couldn't even keep standing as his cock stiffened. His thin knees started to buckle, and she led him over to the bed.
"You just sit here, baby, and let your Ruby do everything that you want done. You just say it and I'll do it. Or else, I'll just do it myself, without you saying anything."
He seemed to love that idea, and since he was the paying customer, that was exactly what she did. She took his trench coat off, then pulled his pants all the way down. He wore no underwear, and she could make out his thin legs.
However, he had a nice cock. It was thick enough, and somewhat long. His balls hung low. She cupped them in her hand as she moved her mouth to his cock head. She started to eat his dick, opening her big lips and rubbing them up and down his shaft. She flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth, against his hardened rod.
When she worked her tongue down to the root, then back up to the cock head, she started to take his shaft into her mouth.
Milton was easy to please, or eager to come. She never really knew. She couldn't say that he was a pre-mature ejaculator because he came so fast in her mouth, for when he fucked her pussy later, he held back a long time.
In fact, it seemed like he always came fast in her mouth, but seemed to be able to hold back whenever he fucked her.
After sucking him about two minutes that first night, she felt him starting to shoot his come onto her tongue. She swallowed it all, and he moaned and rubbed her hair. He said very little, however.
After he had come and his spent cock went limp, he did have one request.
He told her that he had never seen a girl masturbate before and that he wanted to watch her doing it. Ruby didn't mind, but she suspected that he just hated to go down on women and that was his reason for not doing so to her.
She stripped completely, then sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard. She spread her red wet lips and exposed her clit so he could see it.
Then she started to wiggle it back and forth like crazy. She could feel her pussy walls starting to get wet, and she came less than three minutes after she had started. As she masturbated, she kept her eyes on his face.
He seemed to be enthralled with what she was doing. He had the look of a little boy who was doing something bad on his face, and she thought that was cute.
His cock seemed to respond with pleasure, too, for a few seconds after she started to work her pussy, she noticed that he was getting hard again. He began to tug on his limp cock as she reached her first climax, and as she came, he was fully hard.
"I want you to fuck me," he said to her.
She knew what he meant as he lay down on the bed, on his back. He wanted her to ride his cock, and this position was all too familiar to her. She had lost her virginity in much the same way. As she climbed on his dick and started to think about Don, she began to come. Milton moaned as her pussy spasmed around his cock.
She rode him all the way down, then stayed that way until her pussy spasms had subsided. Then she started to ride him hard and fast.
He played with her tits the whole time, pulling at her nipples gently. His whole forehead was dripping with sweat, and she was getting turned on just thinking about how much she was turning him on.
The first fuck lasted almost twenty minutes. When it was over and he dressed, he finally asked her the price. She lied, charging him thirty dollars more than she should have. He paid it willingly, and when she paid Jimmy his percentage, she never told him about the extra money.
She thought that she'd never see Milton again, but he started coming more and more often.
The last time she had seen him, three nights ago, he had started talking, more than ever.
"I've been seeing you now, on and off, for almost a year, Ruby," he said. "I hope that means that I mean something more to you that your average John.
"Of course you do, Milton," she said.
She was lying. The only reason she was nice to him was because he was nice to her. He was still just a john, however, and as far as Johns went, he was one that had gotten used to paying her a lot more than the usual price for a fuck. Sometimes, he would come two or three times a week, and Ruby loved the extra money.
"I hoped so," he said to her. "I think I've fallen in love with you, Ruby. I know that you're probably wondering how a man can fall in love with a whore. No, I shouldn't even call you that. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she said to him. "I've been called worse."
"Anyway, I want to take you away from all this. I have some money, and I know that it would be enough to support you. I'd like you to stop working."
"It's not that easy," she had said, thinking about Mary Mews.
"Why don't you decide then? I was thinking of taking you to California for two or three weeks, and then we can come back to New York and look for a new apartment together. You'll never have to work the streets again."
It sounded terrific to Ruby. He was willing to take her to California. She had a lot of money in the bank, and she knew she would take it all with her. She didn't think she would stay with Milton for too long once she got there, and she certainly wouldn't come back to New York with him either. But at least he would be her ticket out of the city.
She had told him yes, and he said he would contact her.
But her main worry in the world now was Jimmy. For the last thing in the world that she wanted to be was another Mary Mews...