From Riches to Rags
Gordon P. Wesley III had never known pain ... until now. His baby was gone.
As near as the police could tell, she’d left her house for an appointment at the hair salon, but she’d never made it there. Her BMW had been found some time later with the keys still in the ignition but there were no signs of a struggle and no apparent reason for why the car had been left where it was.
The ransom note came the next day. “We have your daughter,” the note said. “If you want her back, you will pay us ten million dollars. No tricks and no police. We will contact you further.”
Of course, by then, the police were already involved but could they be put off. Gordon Wesley called his attorney.
“It comes down to options,” the attorney said.
“Options?”
“You want to get Rachel back. So what way works the best for you and what way makes sure that this won’t happen again.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If you do what the kidnapper wants, you might get her back, assuming she has not already been harmed.”
“Don’t say that,” Gordon said.
The attorney shook his head. “You have to face it, Gordon. Something could have gone wrong in the kidnapping. She could be hurt or dead, but the kidnapper’s not going to tell you that.”
“No,” said the anguished father. “No. I refuse to believe that.”
“Then let’s assume she’s alive and well. You can pay the kidnapper off but there’s no guarantee that someone else won’t try it again.”
“If I get her back, I’ll hire guards to keep my baby safe.”
“Really, Gordon. Do you think Rachel would stand for that? Do you, really?”
“No.”
“That’s right. No.”
“So what else?”
“So your other option is bring in the FBI. Let them do their thing. They’re the pros in this, but if the kidnapper finds out what you’ve done, he may kill Rachel.”
Gordon shook his head.
“I’m not going to sugar coat it for you, Gordon. You have to know the facts.”
“What would you do?”
The attorney shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because this isn’t my decision to make. It’s yours. Whatever decision you make, you have to feel like it was the right thing for you to do.”
“But I only want your advice.”
“And in most things, I’d be happy to oblige you, but not this time. This time, you have to make the decision on your own.”
In the end, Gordon Wesley called in the FBI. He told them everything and he put it in their hands and all the while, he was hoping he’d made the right decision.
Rachel Wesley woke up in a sparsely furnished bedroom. From the looks of it, its most recent occupant had moved out not that long ago but she had the feeling that whoever had been there before her had been a man.
What was she doing here?
The last thing she remembered, she’d been driving to her hair appointment. She’d been thinking that Monique was going to have to do a better job this time around. She didn’t care if the girl said there was nothing wrong with her hair. She’d looked at herself in the mirror and she knew, and besides, she needed to look super cute for her date with Brian.
Something had happened. She’d ... she’d been stopped at a light. Her car doors had been locked, of course, but suddenly they weren’t and suddenly, a Black man came and he opened one of her doors and he’d stuck something against her neck and that was the last thing she remembered.
And now, she was here ... wherever here was.
She pulled the covers back only to find ...
Oh my God, what was she wearing. A thong and a little half tee. Oh my God, it looked so cheap and tawdry.
And besides, she didn’t wear thongs. Not since Morgan Richardson had accused her of having a ghetto booty. She’d had to slap Morgan for that. There was absolutely nothing about her that was anything close to being ghetto and she didn’t want anyone saying there was.
Of course, Morgan was right. She did have a big butt, but Rachel wasn’t about to admit that. She wished she’d had a cuter, smaller butt. She’d even told daddy that’s what she wanted and daddy had even taken her to a plastic surgeon, but the doctor had told her there was nothing wrong with her butt and that she should just learn to live with it.
She’d wanted to slap Dr. Petris right then and there. Learn to live with it. That didn’t sound like nothing wrong to her. She’d wanted to go see another doctor but daddy had said the answer would most likely be the same.
Okay, so that didn’t mean she had to draw attention to it. That’s why she didn’t wear thongs. She traced her finger along the fabric. This one ... shit, this one wasn’t so much a thong as it was a g-string and now that she was focused on it, she could feel it sliding between her cheeks. That meant that all anyone would see of her from behind was her big butt and nothing else.
That was exactly why she didn’t wear thongs.
With a start though, Rachel realized that she han’t stopped what she was doing. She was still rubbing the underwear’s little, triangle of fabric against her swollen clit.
Oh God. It felt so good that way. She rubbed herself harder even as she slid a hand up under her tee.
What was happening to her, she wondered even as her fingers ignored those very thoughts.
She was going to make herself cum. She should stop.
She didn’t of course.
She didn’t even know whose house this was. What would people think of her if she made herself cum.
That didn’t make her stop either.
The one hand squeezed her nipples even as the other one worked her pussy. Oh geez, she was so very close now.
She wasn’t worried about stopping. Not anymore. She just kept rubbing her pussy.
And then she gasped as she felt herself give in to the inevitable. Oh geez, that felt good. Oh geez. It was so fucking good.
There were people in the other room. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t realized it before, but there were people just beyond her room’s door. Maybe they would know what had happened to her.
And now that she thought about it, as she looked around the room, she realized she couldn’t find any of her clothes there, either.
Where the hell was her stuff?!
She went to the door of the bedroom and she opened it just enough to hear the people on the other side.
“I’m going to work,” a woman said, “and I want you to take care of her while I’m gone.”
“Oh, but mom.”
“I don’t want to hear none of that,” said the mother. “We got to do what we got to do.”
“But it’s summer, mom.”
“Do you think I don’t know that. Here, let me look out the window. Oh my gosh. You’re right. It is summer. Isn’t that amazing. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I was going to hang out with my friends.”
“Well then take her with you. I don’t care.”
“I can’t take her with me.”
“Well then, it looks like you got yourself a problem, don’t you?”
“Come on, mom.”
“I don’t want to hear any shit from you, Marie. You got that. I got enough problems of my own. You do what I tell you to, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Marie.”
“I said yeah, mom. I’ll do it.”
“That’s more like it.”
Were they talking about her, Rachel wondered. It certainly sounded like it. It sounded like they were talking about her, but there was only one way to find out for sure. Rachel opened the door and she stepped out into the apartment.
The younger of the two black women was sitting at a table in a very cramped kitchen while the older one was wiping down the counter. It was the older one who spoke when Rachel entered. “Well now, would you look at who’s up. Marie, do you have something to say to the young lady?”
“Hi,” the teen grumbled.
“Marie!”
“I’m Marie,” the girl said. “I was wondering if you’d like to hang out together today.”
“That’s better, Marie,” and now both women looked expectantly at Rachel.
Rachel just stared at the two women. Who the hell were these people? No, she wasn’t going to spend the day with either one of them. She was going to call daddy and ... and ...
That was weird. Why couldn’t she remember daddy’s phone number?
She was going to call daddy and ... and ... that was so fucking weird.
Why couldn’t she remember daddy’s phone number, or her phone number, or where she lived, or ... or anything about herself. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t seem to remember anything useful about her life prior to her waking up that very day.
“What do you say, sweetie?” asked the older of the two women. “My daughter said she’d spend the day with you if you want. What do you say to that?”
“Okay.”
Wait. That wasn’t what she’d meant to say. What she’d meant to say was the woman out of her fucking mind. Why’d she say okay, and yet okay seemed like such a right answer.
“Good. Now that that’s settled, Marie, would you get the girl some breakfast, and now I’d love to stick around, but I’m going to be late for work, so you girls have fun together, okay?”
Neither girl answered.
“I said okay.”
“Okay,” Marie said sullenly.
“Okay,” Rachel agreed, although for the life of her, she wondered why she was agreeing to anything.
The older woman nodded and then she turned and left leaving Marie to glare at the other girl. “You want some breakfast?” she asked.
“I’d like an omelet please.”
“An omelet,” the black girl barked. “That’s funny.” She went and got something out of a cupboard and she poured it into a bowl which she slapped down in front of Rachel. “Here you go,” she spat out.
“What’s this?”
“Cereal. You want milk with that?”
But I didn’t ask for this. That was what Rachel wanted to say but somehow, the words never got past her lips. And there were other things going through Rachel’s mind. It was important for her to obey. She had to obey. It was critical that she obey.
“Hey,” Marie said. “I asked you a question. You want milk with that?”
“Yes, please.”
Marie looked at Rachel. “At least you got some manners on you,” she said as she went to the refrigerator and got out the milk. “I guess that means you’re not totally stuck up.”
Rachel shook her head even as she poured the milk onto the cereal. “Um,” she asked timidly after she’d taken her first scoop of cereal, “I got a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you, um, do you know where my clothes are?”
Marie looked at the girl and for the first time, Rachel saw her start to grin. “We got rid of those first thing,” she said.
“You got rid of my clothes?”
“Yeah, and the purse, and everything.”
“But why?”
The girl’s grin stopped almost as quickly as it had started. “Because we were told to, that’s why?”
“By who?”
“I’m not telling.”
“By who?” Rachel asked again.
“I told you, I’m not telling so stop asking me that.”
Rachel still wanted to know but she decided not to ask again. “What am I supposed to do then? If you got rid of my clothes, I got nothing to wear.”
Marie glared at the other girl. “I guess you can borrow some of mine then.”
Rachel looked Marie up and down and she decided right then and there that if the way the girl was dressed was any indication, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to borrow anything from her.
The phone rang once and Agent in Charge Gabe Nystrom held up a finger. He looked at the technicians and then he looked at Gordon Wesley. “All right,” he said. “Answer it.”
Gordon picked up the phone and the recording equipment started to run.
“Mr. Wesley,” a mechanical voice started to speak. “This message will not repeat. We have your daughter. You will acquire ten million dollars in unmarked bills. You have 72 hours to do this. We will contact you then at this same time on this same number. To show we mean business, we have sent her cell phone to you. Be ready when we call.”
“No wait,” Gordon said, but already, the line had gone dead.
Gabe Nystrom looked at the technicians. “Did we get enough for a trace?”
The answer was a shake of the head.
“All right then, do we have the cell phone?”
Again, there was a shake of the head.
“All right. When it gets here, I want it. I want to know everything about it. I want to know where it’s been, who’s been near it. I want to know who she called recently and especially who she called last, and I want to know everything there is to know about anyone who’s even been close to it. Is that understood?”
The technicians all nodded.
Gabe turned to Gordon. “Whoever this guy is, he’s clever. That’s good and that’s bad. So far, he’s not made a mistake. That’s bad for us, but if he’s really planned this out that well, it probably means your daughter’s safe, and that’s very, very good.”
Gordon nodded numbly. He didn’t care about the money. He just wanted his daughter back.
Rachel looked at herself in the mirror. This was so not her but the weird thing was she hadn’t been able to say no. Whatever Marie had pulled out for her to wear, she’d agreed to it and now, here she was, dressed in a pair of capris that made her butt look huge and a tight little T that advertised that she was a “Hot little tramp.”
“You look good,” Marie had said and Rachel had wondered if the girl really meant it. In the end, she decided she had.
But she looked at her butt. My God, she thought. She looked huge. Maybe not as big as Marie, but pretty damned close. She’d always hated her butt. It wasn’t delicate like her friends, but these pants, they seemed almost designed for showing off her ghetto booty. It was almost as if the denim was spray painted on her ass.
“You going to spend all day in there looking at your ass,” Marie griped.
“I look huge.”
“You look great. Guys like a little junk in the trunk.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. You just got to know how to use a butt like that.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Now come on. We haven’t got all day.”
Rachel couldn’t help but look at herself one more time in the mirror. She wasn’t sure if she believed Marie but she wasn’t sure she didn’t either and at least for the first time in her life, she was feeling like maybe her ass wasn’t too big after all.
“Who’s the new girl?”
“She’s visiting my mom and me,” Marie said.
“Yeah? She looks kind of uptown to me. Where’s she visiting from?” The girl gave Rachel a shove. “Where you visiting from girl? You an uptown girl?”
This was it, Rachel told herself. All she had to do was tell these girls who she was only ...
Only that’s not what happened. She shoved the other girl back but as much as that surprised her, that wasn’t what surprised her most. It was what she said that surprised her even more. “Do I look uptown to you,” she shot back. “Do I really?”
The other girl looked back at the others with confusion. “Uh, yeah?”
“Yeah? Is that what I heard you say? Yeah? That’s bull shit. You know that?”
Why the hell was she talking like this?
“You better watch your mouth, girl.”
“Or what? You think you’re going to do something to me? Do ya?”
The other girl looked at Rachel and then back at the others and then once more at Rachel. “You’re okay. You might be white, but you got spunk. I like you. My name’s Michelle. What’s your name, girl?”
It wasn’t like that should have been all that hard a question to answer, but when Rachel opened her mouth, her answer didn’t come out the way she’d intended it to. “Rachelle,” she said. “My name is Rachelle.”
Michelle and her friends weren’t the only ones taking notice of the new girl. Across the street, Marcus and Charles were watching the girls talk. “Check out the new girl,” Marcus said.
“Yeah. Where’s she come from, man?”
“I don’t know. Do I look like a fucking mind reader, man?”
“No, but you seemed to act like you was in the know.”
“I don’t know nuttin’ yet, but I’m thinkin’ maybe I should find out what’s going on?”
“You going to go over there and talk to them?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Uh oh,” said Michelle. “Don’t look now, but here comes trouble.”
Just because she’d been told not to look didn’t mean that was any reason not to look so of course, Rachelle turned and looked. “Who are they?”
“The one on the left is Marcus and his friend is Charles.”
“They’re kind of cute.”
“Girl, there ain’t nothing cute ‘bout either one of those two.”
“I don’t know. It’s all a matter about how you define the word cute.”
“How do you define cute?”
“I think I define cute as a big, black cock and a willingness to use it.”
Marie stared at her charge, not able to believe that she’d just heard what she’d just heard.
“Dang, girl,” said Michelle. “You gotta tone it down or everyone’s going to start thinking you got a reputation.”
“Yeah, what kind of reputation is that?”
“You know. Easy.”
The girls might have said more except that the boys had arrived. “Hey ya,” said Marcus.
“What you boys doin’ comin’ around here?”
“What? We can’t be comin’ around here? I don’t see no policeman saying we can’t come around here.”
“Yeah. We know why you’re here. You want to see our new girl here.”
“Yeah? So who is she?”
“See. I told ya. We know what you two are up to.”
“I’m Rachelle,” the girl said.
“Rachelle, huh?” said Marcus. “So you staying in town long?”
“I don’t know. How long are you here?”
“Girl, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
“Oh really. Because I thought you was takin’ me home with you.”
“Shit. You serious?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Come on then. Let’s go.”
Michelle and the other girls watched the white girl go off with Marcus and then Michelle turned on Marie. “Girl, you better put a rope on that girl ‘cause sooner or later, she’s going to get herself in a place where that mouth of hers ain’t going to be able to get her out of.”
Marcus couldn’t help but look at the little white girl beside him. In the heat of the moment, this had seemed like such a good idea, but now, if she tried to cry foul, who were the cops going to believe, him or her. “You know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to do it.”
Rachelle turned to look at him. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying if you’re having second thoughts—”
“You don’t want to do it. You don’t think I’m good enough.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“It’s because I’m white. You don’t think I’m good enough for you.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Well fuck you. Fuck you to hell. If you don’t want to fuck my god damned fucking white pussy, then fuck you. Maybe we can go back and get your friend. Maybe he’ll fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you.”
“Forget about it. I don’t need your god damned charity. Fuck you.”
Marcus hadn’t meant to do it but suddenly he was shoving the girl up against the wall. “I said I’ll fuck you,” he said.
Rachelle was breathing hard. “You promise? No bull shit?”
“No bull shit.”
“Well all right then.”
The two of them started walking again. “You know, you got a bit of a mouth on you. I kinda like it.”
“You like it, huh? Well, if you don’t stick your mother fucking cock inside my god damned mother fucking white fucking pussy, I’m going to tell everyone you got a microscopic dick.
Marcus laughed. “That wouldn’t work. The other girls know me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”
“Well, if you fuck my mother fucking bitch ass ho cunt, then we won’t have to find out, will we?”
“No, we won’t.”
They’d come to his apartment and Marcus opened the door and then he shoved Rachelle inside. “Get in there, bitch.”
“Oooh God. I love it when you order me around.” The girl turned so that her backside faced the man and she bent over to expose her prominent butt. “I bet you want to get me out of these jeans. I bet you can’t wait to fuck my bitch-ass cunt.”
“Yeah,” the man said, “but first things first. First, you’re going to wrap those lips of yours around my cock.”
Rachelle turned back around. “I’ll do it, but you got to promise me you’re going to be able to fuck my cunt when we’re done.”
“Baby, we’ll do whatever you want.”
The two of them moved to the couch where Marcus finally lowered his jeans.
“Oh my God,” the girl groaned. “Can I ... can I touch it?”
“Babe, you’re going to do a whole lot more than touch it.”
Rachelle let herself drop to her knees and then she was wrapping her hand around the man’s shaft. Oh my God. He was so fucking thick and long.
“Go ahead,” the man said. “Suck it.”
Rachelle’s tongue started with the underside of the man’s cock and then she worked her way all the way around. She knew he was watching her and it was making her so fucking horny.
Once more, her tongue stroked the underside of his cock and then she was shoving her mouth up against the head of his cock.
Geez, he was big but she liked it that way. She pushed her mouth over the head of the cock and then she pulled it back. Once more over the head of his cock and then she was pushing herself even farther onto the man’s cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man encouraged her. “That’s it. Suck it.”
Rachelle pulled herself back only to once more push herself down on that cock. One hand worked his cock even as her mouth took more and more of that cock.
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
Oh yeah. That was it. She couldn’t get all of him in there but she had most of his cock inside her mouth and she’d only gagged once but she was getting the hang of this cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “That’s it. Suck it. Suck it.”
That’s just what she was doing. Oh God. She wanted to do it. She wanted to make him cum.
And almost as if in answer to her pleas, she felt the man swell inside her and suddenly, he was cumming and she couldn’t believe just how great that was.
She let her mouth slide free from the man’s cock and she looked up at him even as her hand stroked his member. “That was fun,” she said, “but I think you know what I want.”
“You want to be fucked.”
“You know it. Are you going to give me what I need?”
“Let’s see that ass again.”
Rachelle pulled herself up off her knees and she turned herself around. “Is this what you want,” she asked.
“Not quite. I think you know what I want.”
Rachelle knew. She had to wriggle her hips as she worked her jeans down over her butt. “Is this what you want?”
“You’re not wearing any panties.”
“Marie said I wasn’t going to need them. She said the boys would all want to fuck me.”
“I don’t know about the boys,” Marcus said, “but I know about this one.”
Rachelle moaned as she felt the man’s cock slide between her legs. She could feel the head of his cock as it was wedged up against her cunt and then ...
Oh yeah. That was it. She was so wet. She was so wet for big, black cock.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Can’t ... you ... can’t you ... tell,” she panted. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“Sounds like someone really needs to cum.”
“Oh my God. I need it. I need it so bad. I need big, black cock.”
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so tight.”
“N-n-no. You’re s-s-so big ... oh geez ... fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to do it. I want you to cum.”
“Do you want me to pull out before I do it?”
“W-w-what?”
“Do you want me to pull out before I do it?”
“I-I ... oh fuck ... I don’t want you to pull out. I want to feel it. I want to feel your cum between my legs.”
Almost as if by request, the man started to cum, and Rachelle laughed giddily as her pussy soaked up the man’s cum.
Rachelle spent the rest of the day and all of the night with Marcus so that it was the next morning before she returned to the apartment where she’d awoken the day before.
“Where have you been,” the mother demanded.
“Out.”
“Don’t you sass me, young lady. I get enough of that from her,” she said with a wave at her daughter.
“Sorry.”
“Not yet, you’re not, but you will be.”
“I said I was sorry.”
The woman seemed to hesitate before finally stepping aside. “Get your ass in here,” she said.
It was the next day and Rachelle had continued to spend even more time with Marcus because it seemed as if they shared a common interest. It seemed as if the two of them were intent on seeing how many ways Rachelle was going to take the Black man’s cock.
Rachelle returned home ... it was weird, she thought, to think of the apartment that way ... but somehow, it seemed to fit. When she returned home, the mother was on the phone.
“I’m telling you you got to get her out of here,” the woman said and then her voice dropped to a near whisper but Rachelle could still hear her.
“No, she’s here right now.”
“Yes, she does what we tell her to do.”
“No, she hasn’t told anyone who she is.”
“What do you mean you can’t do it right away?”
“What do you mean you got to wait 24 hours?”
“I don’t care if you did give them 72 hours. I want her out of here. My daughter’s a good girl, and I don’t want her learning no nasty habits from that little white trash ho.”
“Yeah, you better.”
“No, I’m telling you, you better.”
“Okay fine. 24 hours. Yeah right. You better.”
“Anything wrong?” Rachelle asked.
“No, um, no. What would be wrong?”
“I don’t know. It sounded like there was something.”
“No, nothing’s wrong.”
“It sounded like you were talking about me. Were you talking about me?”
“No. Not really.”
“You sure. Because it sounded like you was saying you didn’t want me around no more.”
“No, I mean ... no, I wasn’t.”
“Because if you don’t want me around, I can go hang out with Marcus.”
“Maybe that would be for the best.”
Gabe Nystrom thumbed the key on his mike. “All right, everyone. Remember. No one moves in until they’ve led us to the girl, okay?”
Everyone confirmed their understanding of the rules.
“All right, we’re sending Wesley now.”
Gordon Wesley was not a young day and the past few days had taken their toll on him. He drove to the appointed corner and he got out and waited. A phone rang, and Wesley answered it.
“They’re sending me to Hyde and Branch street,” the man said when he was back in his car.
“Was it a male or female voice,” said Nystrom.
“Male,” came the answer.
Nystrom thumbed his mike. “All right, everyone. Suspect one, the caller is a male. Repeat, suspect one is a male.”
For two more hours, Wesley was sent from location to location, including a change of cars.
“Seevers, run the tags on the new car,” Nystrom said, and word came back that the car was stolen from one of Wesley’s own corporations.
“Cute,” said Nystrom. “Cute.”
Finally, Wesley was sent to the park. He was told to leave the money in the car but to go to the far picnic area. He did as he was told.
“Okay, guys. I’d bet this is it. Eyes on the money.”
A Black man walked up almost as soon as Wesley was out of sight and he took the bag out of the car. He turned and walked away with agents watching his every move.
He’d barely gone a half a block when the man crumpled to the ground. By the time, the paramedics got there, he was dead of a heart attack, with the bag of cash still in his hand.
“Rachelle, I can’t have you around here no more.”
“Why?”
“You’re a bad influence on Marie.”
“Why? Doesn’t she like me.”
“She likes you just fine.”
“But I don’t understand.
“I want you to leave.”
“But—”
“It’s been a week since you got here.”
“But how will I survive.”
“I don’t know and I don’t care. I just want you to leave.”
Marcus wasn’t the only one who’d cum inside her pussy.
It hadn’t taken her long after she’d been kicked out of the apartment that Rachelle realized she was going to have to fend for herself.
She couldn’t go back to the way she’d been. She already knew that. She knew she’d been rich but every time she even tried to think about that, she got stupid and horny. Horny wasn’t so bad, but stupid was a real problem.
She couldn’t tell anyone who she really was. Changing her name to Rachelle was only one way to hide but she knew she would never reveal herself on purpose.
She was supposed to stay with Marie and her mother. She was supposed to do what they told her to do, but now the mother had kicked her out.
Well, fine. She could survive just fine on her own.
She’d gotten an apartment of her own and now there was someone rapping at her door.
It was Marcus.
“Hey, baby,” she cooed. “You comin’ around to see Rachelle?”
The man grinned. “You know, I missed ya.”
“I missed ya, too, baby.”
The man pushed his way inside. “I was thinkin’ maybe you and I could you know.”
“You want us to get together.”
“Yeah.”
“You know what you need to do then.”
“Do?”
“I need cash, baby.”
“Yeah, but I thought—”
“You thought that for old times sake, you could come around here and whip out your dick, and you were thinkin’ I’d just give it to you for free, right?”
The man nodded.
“Oh, baby, you gotta know it don’t work that way no more. The way it works now is you gotta pay to play.”
“But I—”
“Do you got the price of admission?”
Marcus shook his head.
“Then I’m sorry, baby, but you’re going to have to go.”
The man glared at her and then he turned to go but not before Rachelle heard him mutter a single word under his breath.
“Bitch.”
That was okay. She had a new life here and she was fitting in just fine and as long as there were guys who wanted a piece of her ass, she’d do just fine. In fact, she’d do just great because as it turned out, she loved having as much black cock as she could get between her white thighs.