Slummin It Janice 02

Well, it's been four years since we've seen Janice. After she humiliated all the men in the office who tried to date her, Seth and I finally got even with her. We've talked about her a few times, and we've both wondered if she's even still alive. I admit that I didn't mind giving her to the black gang, but I do harbor a little guilt when her pimp sold her to the Mexican gang. They had her branded and then sent to one of their houses in Mexico. And once you're that far down the food chain, the drugs, diseases, and constant abuse by customers can quickly destroy a woman.

When Janice had worked with us, she was beautiful. She had creamy soft white skin and a sensuous voice. Her curvy 37-24-38 measurements with a nice 'C' cup turned heads wherever she went. You could look into those beautiful green eyes all day long. Unfortunately, Janice was a conniving bitch. When we last saw her, she was confused and emaciated, and her green eyes had a vacant look in them. She smoked cigarettes and weed, so her voice had become course. Her once soft skin had needle tracks, bruises and scabs. And her once outgoing personality was gone; replaced by a submissive slut.

By now, Janice must be about 37 or 38. I sometimes miss seeing her hot body in those mini skirts and tight tops around the office. We still have some great looking women in the office, but none that compare to Janice.

After work, I stopped at Milligan's Pub for a beer, which turned in to two and then three. As I sat watching the couples come and go, I saw a pretty redhead come into the bar and sit at a table in the corner. She wore a short skirt and filled it out nicely with legs to die for. Her breasts were the perfect size and were squeezed in to a tank top that was two sizes too small. Before anyone could move on her, a very young black man joined her.

I turned back to finish my drink and I watched the odd couple in the mirror. The woman looked quite a bit older than the young man, but I noticed her put her hands on his hands. For a few seconds, he did nothing, but then, he slid his hands out from under hers. He then began motioning around the bar and berating her. Eventually, she stood and drifted to the bar. I watched the black man watching her as she snuggled up to one of the patrons further down the bar.

"Damn," I thought to myself. "That hot woman is a prostitute working for that little black guy. As hot as she is, she must make a fortune for him."

As I sat there shaking my head, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked into the prostitute's beautiful green eyes and realized that I had once been infatuated by those very same eyes. "J-Janice?" I croaked.

She got a puzzled look on her face and said, "Do I know you?"

"I,uh... I knew... uh, no, I, uh think I remember meeting you a long time ago."

"Oh," she said. "Yeah, that's right. It's good to see you again. Uh, would you buy a girl a drink?"

I was too stunned to speak. The visuals of her flashed through my brain - lusting after her for years at work; sitting in that expensive restaurant looking at her and hoping to get laid when I took her home; the leather bodice she tantalized me with; the high heel shoe in my ass; the drugged-up whore laying on the floor of the warehouse getting fucked by all comers; and the thin slut licking mine and Seths's asses in the hotel room.

"Hey. Hey mister, are you OK?"

"Uh... uh, yeah, I'll buy you a drink."

She sat next to me and put one hand on my thigh and the other on the bar. I motioned to the bartender, and within seconds, he sat a brownish drink in front of her.

"Been here before?" I asked.

She just smiled and asked, "Do you like to party, mister...?"

"Bill. Just call me Bill."

"OK. Do you like to party, Bill?"

Before I could respond, the young black man was standing beside her. He smiled at me and said, "She's yours for the night for $200. Or you can fuck her for $100."

I lifted her arms and checked for needle tracks. Clean. I looked at the young man and said, "She used to strip down the street. I bought her then, but I'll give you $150 for all night." He nodded his head and I counted out the money.

He turned to her and said, "You belong to him tonight. If he tells me you gave him shit, I'll beat your ass. Understand?" She nodded her head.

Well, I wasn't really interested in sticking my cock into this slut, no matter how hot she is because I remembered all the cocks that have already been in her. But I did want to find out where she's been and how she got back. "Let's get out of here," I said. She nodded and grabbed my hand and I pulled her out the door.

She said, "Did you really buy me before?"

I nodded my head. "Yep. Me and my friend Seth bought you. And we took you to our room, but you were pretty out of it then." We walked a few doors to an inexpensive motel and I got a room.

As soon as she stepped into the room, she lifted the top over her head, and I was looking at a great pair of tits. There was a small Ace of Spades tattooed on one and a Mexican gang symbol branded on the other. Before I could stop her, she had dropped her skirt to the floor, and stood in the room wearing just a thong. I saw another brand for the gang between her belly button and her pussy.

"Sit down, and tell me about your tattoos and brands."

"Don't you want to fuck me first?"

I thought to myself, "You have no idea how much I once wanted to fuck you. How much every guy in the office wanted to fuck you. Hell, most of us would have married you."

I said, "No. Maybe later. I want you to tell me about yourself first. I think I remember you dancing down the street. What happened to you? Where have you been?"

"Well," she said, "I'm not completely sure. My life is a black hole from about 4 or 5 years ago back. I don't remember hardly anything. I think I worked in an office or something, but I'm not sure. I think I had a pretty good life, but again, I'm not sure."

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I remember being in a kind of hospital or rehab facility. They told me I was brought in after being found in a dumpster. They dried me out and treated me for STD and dehydration. I was a mess. Mr. Lawrence got me out, but I can't remember how I knew him. I started stripping and working for Mr. Lawrence, but it didn't take long before I was back on drugs."

"Was this Mr. Lawrence a black man?" She nodded her head. "He was your pimp?" It took her a few seconds, but eventually, she nodded her head.

"I think Mr. Lawrence got some good money for me in the beginning, but towards the end, I had lost weight and was completely addicted to booze and drugs. Any kind of drugs. He was starting to lose money on me. I wasn't attracting as many men so he had to start charging less for me. He eventually found me doped out of my mind in a motel being banged by some young black men. He said that he had originally sold me to two white men, but the black guys said the white men had given me to them."

"He sold me to some Mexicans who smuggled me into Mexico. I was put to work in one of their houses servicing dock workers, miners, drug dealers and anyone with $10 to spare. I was there for a couple of years. I kept losing weight and using more and more drugs. Towards the end, I was banging entire groups of men for less than $10. That was when they threw me onto the streets. I wandered the streets and spent the night with junkies and winos and bums, just for a hit or a couple swallows of cheap wine. They tell me when they found me that I only weighed 80 pounds, and I didn't have a clean place on my arm that didn't have a scab or needle track."

"I ended up in the hospital, although the ambulance guys almost threw me into the trash instead of taking me to the hospital because I was a repeat offender and was totally out of it. They said all I was doing was wasting taxpayer money on my treatment. I don't know how long I spent in the hospital before they shipped me to rehab in the U.S. After I dried out, I didn't know what to do. I kept trying to remember if I worked in an office or if that was just a hallucination. Anyway, I came back here and got a job doing the one thing I remembered how to do - fucking for money. I met Mr. Page when he accosted me for soliciting on one of his corners. He told me only his girls could solicit business there. So, I went to work for Mr. Page, and here I am."

I sat there stunned listening to Janice tell me her story. "Well, I can't picture you just weighing 80 pounds, but it appears that you put some weight back on. And, I have to say, that you look good."

When she smiled at me, I remembered the beautiful woman with the green eyes that had infatuated me years ago. All the men in our office were so hot-to-trot for her that we let her jam a high heel shoe up our asses after spending a fortune on her. And then she blackmailed all of us so we wouldn't lie about getting to fuck her.

"And you don't remember anything from before, huh?" She shook her head. "What about between the office and the first rehab?"

As she shook her head, she thought about it for a moment. She said, "I think I must have been doped up pretty good and banged by a lot of men. They said I had cigarette burns on my back and tits, and lashes on my legs and stomach like I had been whipped. I remember one of the men saying that my pussy and ass hole were so big that you could drive a dump truck into them."

We sat and looked at each other for a couple minutes. It was obvious the drugs have affected her memory. Who knows how many sexual diseases she had contracted during the last few years? And for some reason, it didn't seem to bother her that she was a sexually attractive 37 or38 year old working for a teen-aged black pimp. That's certainly not the hard-assed Janice that I knew.

"Listen mister. I, uh... I mean Bill. If you don't want to risk sticking your cock in me, I get it. But I could still give you a hand job or suck you off. Or if you're in to it, I could give you a rim job."

I smiled at her and said, "The last time I bought you, you gave me a rim job, and that sounds good to me."

She smiled that killer smile and I dropped my pants and got on my hands and knees on the bed. Janice took off her panties and moved behind me. She spread my cheeks and kissed my legs, and then my ass cheeks. Her tongue fluttered around my crack, and then around my ass hole. And then she slid her tongue deep into my bowels and tongue fucked my ass. I have to admit that it was great. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. She moved under me and let me shoot my spunk into her mouth.

As I collapsed on the bed, I thought to myself, "If she had just hadn't led on the guys in the office a few years ago, we'd probably all be working for her today."

As she lay beside me, she turned and put her leg across my legs and her arm on my chest. "You know, Bill, you're starting to look a little familiar to me. I don't know why, but I keep seeing you with a high heeled shoe in your ass."