July 1980
Sally Johnson sat nervously in the front passenger seat of her stepfather’s late-model Porsche, which was parked on a side street around the corner from a quiet tavern close to the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles.
As she fidgeted in the seat, and finished the beer she’d been drinking, she cursed her stepfather, Ted Bissett, under her breath for using her for whatever deal he was involved in at the moment. She hated it, but she had no choice about where, when or how Ted used her for his purposes. When Ted had called earlier that evening and told her to be ready to go out in half an hour, she got ready to go.
It was a Saturday night, almost two years since Ted had turned her into his slut after discovering, and threatening to expose, a clandestine relationship between Sally and her sister. It had been two years of fucking and sucking her stepfather and/or his friends, business associates and acquaintances whenever and wherever he told her to. She did them any way they wanted – in her mouth, hands, pussy or ass – and sometimes she did them in groups of two or three, at Ted’s request.
Sally still stayed at the cozy bungalow Ted had bought for her nearly two years before, but her college career was a thing of the past. Between the dates that Ted arranged for her, partying with her friends and her job as a sales clerk for an upscale ladies boutique, she had no time or interest in school work. Now she was working full-time, making decent money as the main sales person for Mrs. Dowdle, the friend of her mother’s who owned the shop.
Even at age 20, she had already begun to develop the two-sided personality that she continues to exhibit to this day. By day, she was a quiet, conscientious young lady, a hard worker; by night, well-removed from her home neighborhood, she was Ted’s party girl, who could drink liquor, smoke weed and snort coke with the best of them. And when she got high, she turned into a raving slut, capable of almost anything. So even though she outwardly abhorred the way Ted treated her; inside, it excited her. She had come to love sex, and loved how sex felt when she was high.
And that was part of the reason she was where she was at the moment. Ted had been jonsing, going without, for several days and he was going nuts. By now, Ted had a fairly significant cocaine habit working, and he started getting itchy if he went several days without a blow for his nose. He usually dealt with Matt, his best buddy who was seriously connected, so much so that he was in South America at that very moment, where he was unable to help Ted with his problem.
Ted had other resources, however, and soon reached another dealer of his acquaintance named Alex. Problem was, Alex wanted cash up front, and Ted happened at that moment to be cash-poor. He could lay his hands on plenty of money once the banks opened, but that wouldn’t be until Monday. He was in need NOW, so he and Alex dickered. Alex could put Ted in possession that evening of a nice-sized bag of the finest Peruvian flake for $7,000. Ted looked at his available cash, and found he was a thousand short.
Just then, he happened to glance at the wall to where a portrait of Sally and her sister hung on the wall at the large home he shared with Sally’s mother. A light bulb went off in his head, and he quickly told Alex to meet him at a certain quiet tavern to close the deal. Then he had called Sally and told her that she was going out, and to dress, "appropriately." After checking quickly to see that his wife was sound asleep, drunk as usual, Ted moved to his office, where he opened a concealed safe and pulled out a manila envelope. He rummaged through the contents until he found what he was looking for then closed it back up and returned it to the safe. Ted took the item, plus the 60 $100 bills he had, and stuck them in another, smaller envelope. He put his jacket on, with the envelope inside, and headed out to his car.
Thirty minutes later, Ted burst through Sally’s door to find her ready to go. Ted grinned wolfishly as he surveyed Sally’s appearance. She wore a white tank top that fit tightly across her chest, so that her rosy nipples were visible through the cloth, and a tight black mini-skirt, with black stockings, her black garter belt and her high heels. Her blonde hair was a little longer than it had been, and she wore it off her ears and down the back of her neck. She had spent a fair amount of her leisure time at the beach, as she always did in summer, so her tan was quite good, and she was made up quite sexily.
On the way to the meeting place, Ted and Sally smoked a joint while Sally drank a beer from a six-pack Ted had bought on the way over to her place. They rode in silence, which was unusual. Usually, Ted told Sally exactly where she was going, whom she was meeting and why it was important to him that she show whomever a good time. Not this time.
When they arrived, Ted told Sally to sit tight, that he had some business to attend to and would be back shortly. That was odd, as well, and Sally found herself wondering what Ted was up to.
Alex was sitting at the corner booth in a back room of the tavern, where a number of pool tables were getting plenty of use. Alex was a handsome black man of about 30, dressed in a tight t-shirt and dark jeans. He wasn’t particularly large, maybe 5-10, but he was muscular.
"So, you have it?" Alex asked pleasantly, after the waitress brought them their drinks.
