Continuing story of Racquel Darrian exploring her sexual fascination with homeless men
In just a few hours Racquel had managed to gather up her belongings (clothes, lingerie, boots and high heels, mostly) and box them up for storage. She then grabbed her personal wad of cash and a credit card she had hidden away as well as securing a bungalow in a sketchy side of town. She couldn't afford much, but it would do. Modeling gigs would be tricky due to all the connections leading back to Craig.
Anyway, she had a pretty good idea about how to make some real money. Racquel ordered up Frank a cab for noon and wrote down the directions promising to come over later. They kissed. With a couple of hours to spare, he went downstairs and across the street to the alley. Frank boxed up a few things and waited for the cab. It was all happening so fast - like a dream. An
incredible
dream.
A few hours later, he was at the new place. There were two bedrooms; both had soiled mattresses on the floor. There was very little in the house except a couch in the living room and an old wooden table with two beat up chairs. The place looked like it had been abandoned. It was not much, but it was home, he thought.
Stepping outside, Frank realized exactly where he was and knew he had a good friend close by in one of the homeless shelters.
Upstairs in the penthouse suite, Racquel finished up boxing up her clothes. She decided to put on her sexiest lingerie, heels, gold hoop earrings and mini-skirt and take a cab over to Frank's new place. She put on her mink coat and had had one of the guys from front desk send up a staffer to bring down her boxes and deliver them across town.
Later, Racquel stands on the porch outside of Frank's new home in the fading light, waiting for her new life to begin. It is cold in her short skirt, but the mink jacket she has on is keeping her warm. From not too far away, she can hear rap music and police sirens. Racquel can see the illumination from under the front door, so she knew Frank was waiting for her. She looked left to right and then slipped off the mink, letting it hit the old wooden porch. Racquel then walked in wearing a white garter belt, pantyhose and silver high heels. As the door closed, she stood with one hand on her hip, smiling.
Frank's friend, Fast Eddie, is there at the table with Frank and his jaw hits the floor as he sits there stunned at the naked beauty. Racquel exhibits no shame in having a complete stranger view her body. Eddie is a 60 year-old black fella Frank has invited over from the shelter. Frank introduces them. Eddie is pretty shocked how hot she is and can barely speak. Frank lets Eddie know he can have the room to the right to crash in.
Frank then rises and leads Racquel away, tapping her on the ass for Eddie to see. He takes Racquel to the adjacent room and soon Eddie can hear them kissing and a few minutes later they are clearly fucking. Eddie continues drinking alone, listening to Racquel's groans and slurps.