I sat on the top of the concrete blockade and began thinking of my life decisions over the past two weeks. I may have really fucked up. When I left home and took the bus to Seattle, I burned all my bridges behind me. I finally told my mother that her worthless piece of shit boyfriend had tried to rape me, more than once, and she stuck up for him. Maybe I shouldn't have told both of them to go fuck themselves when I left, but it's too late now.
Let me start at the beginning. My name is Brandi and I am an 18 year old black girl and a brand new high school graduate from Indianapolis. I'm 5'7" tall and weigh 115 pounds. I'm not bad looking. I have small "B cup" breasts, but the boys have told me that I have great legs.
Anyway, my mother's boyfriend Jamal has lived with us for three months. He beat my mother and treats her pretty bad, but I just ignored him and tended to my schoolwork until he started on me. I brushed his advances off a couple of times, but then when Mom was working a couple weeks ago, he made a run at trying to fuck me. Well, it's not like I've never had sex before, but I sure wasn't going to have it with him. So, I kicked him in the balls, then in the face and then stomped on his crotch when he was lying on the floor whimpering. When Mom came home and started to give me shit, I told them both "Fuck You" and took off for Seattle, home of Boeing, Microsoft and Amazon. I spent all but $32 of my money getting to Seattle and then realized that I may have been a little rash in coming this far, but I figured that this is where all the cool jobs are.
By my fifth day in Seattle, I was in a bad way. My backpack and suitcase had been stolen and I was smelling pretty bad. On top of it all, I was raped by a white guy and two brothers. At first, I thought they might be nice guys, but one of them put something in my drink and when I passed out, they fucked me down one of the alleys. When I woke up, my tee shirt was around my neck and one leg of my shorts was still around my ankle. My panties were gone. Fortunately, I still had my tennis shoes on. They didn't know that my last $32 and my driver's license were hidden in my right shoe.
So, there I sat on the big graffiti covered concrete blockade left over from the protests. About a block down the street was a bistro with people going in and out. What I wouldn't give for a cold drink and a greasy hamburger. People were walking back and forth on the other side of the street and I noticed a tall older white man looking in disgust at the blockades and filth all over my side of the street. I was watching a woman push a baby carriage by when a hand grabbed the waist of my shorts and pulled me back off the blockade.
As I screamed, I heard a male voice say, "There you are bitch. We been lookin all over for ya for a repeat performance of yesterday." When I looked up, I saw the same three pieces of shit who had raped me yesterday. I was screaming and one of them slapped my face and another lifted my tee shirt up around my neck and another unfastened and pulled my shorts to my knees. I kept kicking and screaming. I felt hands on my breasts and another on my ass.
I started crying and I thought I heard . . . . Darth Vader??? The boys stopped what they were doing and one of them said, "What did you say motherfucker?"
"I said, maybe you should let her go," Darth said.
"And who's going to make us motherfucker? Maybe I'll kick your old honky ass."
Two of them let go of me and started towards the intruder. All I heard was a quick 'whack, whack thunk thunk, and then I saw a hand grab the boy still holding me and heard another whack thunk. As I was turning to see what Darth had planned for me, I heard him say, "Are you OK, young lady?"
I looked up at the concerned face of the older white man who had been walking down the other side of the street a few seconds ago. I pulled my shirt back down over my small firm breasts and tried to pull up my shorts. He held out his hand and helped me to my feet. I knew I was dirty and I smelled bad. I tried to smile and said, "Thank you mister. I'm OK."
"You'd better get your stuff and get away from those guys before they wake up. I don't think they're going to be too happy."
"I . . .I don't have any st-stuff. It all got stolen."
He looked at me for a few seconds and then he smiled and asked, "My name is Mike Lewis. Are you hungry? I was on my way to that restaurant bistro down the street to get a burger. You're welcome to join me if you want."
"I've had it with this place," I said. "But I don't have money to . . . "
He laughed. "Don't worry about it. MY treat. Maybe you can tell me how you came to be Seattle."
I took a good look at him and nodded my head. He was actually a good looking guy. He appeared to be in his early thirties and about six feet tall. He had a decent body and a nice smile. I hoped that he didn't notice how bad I smelled, but I knew he could. We sat outside and ordered lemonade, burgers and fries.
He told me that he frequently comes to Seattle because his company sells parts to Boeing for their planes. He lives in Oklahoma and is here for the next two days. I discovered that he was actually 41 years old, a widower and had a 21 year old daughter in college and living in Texas.
When he had finished, he asked about me, and for some reason, I told him all of it: the boyfriend, the attempted rape, the bus to Seattle, the theft of my stuff and the gang bang by the three guys. I told him that I hoped to get a job at one of the big companies headquartered here. I apologized a couple of times for my dirty appearance and odor. "What I wouldn't give for a shower and a change of clothes," I said.
When we finished eating, he said, "Come with me."
I know I should have been cautious around an older white stranger, but I had nothing and no place to go. And this was a good looking guy so I was willing to follow him just to look at his body and his dark brown eyes. We walked a couple of blacks and came upon a department store. "I-I c-can't go in th-there. I'm filthy and I stink," I said.
"Nonsense," he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door. We walked to the women's department and he told one of the saleswomen to get me a couple of comfortable outfits and a new backpack. While I was getting clothes, he walked to the electronics department and bought a new phone charger for me. When he returned, he carried several bags and we left the store.
We continued down the street and entered the Marriott Hotel. He told me to wait and he went to the counter. A few seconds later he returned and handed me a card key. "This is your room for the night. If you're hungry, you can order room service or you can join me for dinner in that restaurant right over there at 7:00. The room is yours until tomorrow at 11:00" He turned and walked away without another word. Instead of walking towards the elevators right away, I watched his ass and big shoulders as he walked away.
I have to say that that was the best shower I ever had. I spent more than 20 minutes in the shower and washed the dirt, cum and everything else from my body. I was starting to get hungry around 5:30 and could have ordered room service, but I knew I wanted to spend more time with Mr. Lewis so I waited until 7:00 and then joined him in the restaurant.
I'm embarrassed to say that I ate as much as he did. But in my defense, I had only eaten shitty soup from a big community soup kitchen. He said, "I'm enjoying watching you eat, Brandi. You enjoy food as much as I do."
