Thank you for giving this a read. As an amateur writer, it's encouraging to see people willing to take their time to read your work and sometimes express appreciation. If you want to express your disgust then I encourage that as well, but be constructive about it, please.
This story is thanks to *Bobram* who reached out to me and wanted his wife to be used and abused. He hopes for this to become a series of stories and I think that Erica would make for a compelling character going forward. If you choose to read it be aware that it includes the abuse and drugging of his white wife by black men. Enjoy this fiction for what it is.
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Jim and Erica were finishing up packing their house up. They decided that with the cost of homes sky-rocketing that now would be a good time to sell. They had only been living in their modest home for a few years and already the asking price had doubled and they were sure that what happened at the last housing bubble would happen again. They wanted to cash in at the top of the bubble before it broke. They only had their house on the market for three days before it sold. Now they only had two weeks to pack-up and move somewhere.
Jim hated packing and often went slow on purpose. Erica would look over at him and he would either be staring at her watching her pack a box or he would be playing games on his phone, both of those upset her since they needed to be moved out soon. "Hey, let's take a break and get some lunch, I'm starving, and we only have half the house to go." Jim said as he stood up. He looked down and patted his small belly. "It's time to feed the beast." He said playfully as he patted it.
Erica laughed jokingly at his dumb joke but acquiesced and stood up. He loved looking at her. She wasn't tall in stature, only standing 5'6" but her body was built like a stick of dynamite. When you walked into a room that she was in, you knew it. Your eyes would immediately see her small frame and her body that she worked so hard to achieve. The hours of lunges and squats had formed an ass that bartenders could mix a drink on. It was tight and round. For a white girl she was an anomaly and befit a mention by Sir Mix-A-Lot. While her breasts were small, only 32A, they were made all the better by the pink nipples extending from them. When she was excited, which seemed to be all the time they would stretch out nearly an inch from her chest.
Another benefit of her smaller breasts was that she defied gravity and likely always would. She could wear skimpy tops with barely any material and even though she is now in her 40's she can still vie for the attention from 20-year old's and she's even been hit on by a group of high school boys. But her body aside, her face was equally as beautiful. Her eyes held a life and an energy that made both men and women want to be near. They would give you life and take away your breath at the same time. Below those her smile was broad with thick lips and when she was happy her entire face would tell you.
His friends would always tell him that she was built on a small frame but that she was clearly built for a hard ride. He wasn't sure what that meant but it was probably sexual. He knew that his friends all wanted to see her naked and often tricked him into giving them his phone so that they could try and find pictures of her. She was wearing one of his shirts that looked like a tent on her. It was dark red with the logo of a cartoon character, but it was unrecognizable since it had gone through the wash so many times. Now it was thin and worn and he loved when she wore it. Her nipples always poked through and he could swear that he could almost see through it in the right light. Paired with that she had on her black Lululemon yoga pants. She hardly ever wore a bra when she was around the house because she said that no one was going to see her, and it wasn't like Jim cared.
Without taking stock of what they had left remaining Jim and Erica grabbed the keys to their car, some money, phones and their sunglasses. As they started to drive away, Erica finally took stock of her outfit. "We have to turn around. I look like shit and I'm not even wearing a bra!" She told whims he drove. He glanced over at her chest and saw the pronounced outline of her nipples against the fabric.
'Holy shit, she's never shown off outside. I hope I run into my friend Mark. Maybe I should call him and ask us to meet for lunch.' Jim thought as he turned back to the road. Lately he's had a fantasy of Erica being with other men. He likes to fantasize about his friends coming over and getting him so drunk that he passes out and they take turns fucking her and covering her with cum. "It's fine honey, no one's going to care. We're just going over to Chic-Fil-A. We don't even have to get out of the car." He told her.
She glared at him for a moment then pulled down the visor and started to run her fingers through her hair. "I can't believe you pushed me out the door looking like this. I look like one of those hood rats on the other side of town. Speaking of, I never want to live over there." She told him as she continued to mess with her blond hair. Each time she ran her fingers through, it seemed to smooth out a few more wild blond hairs then settle at her shoulders. When they got to the fast food chain there was a long line of cars and they sat at the end of it. "We still need a place to live. You know that, right?" She asked him with a quizzical look on her face. He glanced over and nodded to her.
"I have that list of apartments in town. The houses for rent are astronomical and we can downsize for a bit, right?" He told her as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a small notebook that he always kept on him. Then he handed her the notebook and found a pen in his center console and handed that to her as well.
She opened the notebook and found the list of places. There were 10 listed, Jim had written down the name, address and phone number. He found this all last night and was planning on calling around today after packing. She looked at the names and addresses of each. "Jim, some of these are in the black part of town. I told you I don't want to live over there. It's not safe." She said and put a line through the bottom two places. She then picked up her phone and started with the top number. Jim heard the Erica talk happily with the person on the other end and write some random numbers down then once she was off the phone, she put a line through the name. "You wouldn't believe what they want to charge. There's no way we would make any money." Jim was doing the math in his head, three down seven to go.
She made more calls which resulted in more lines through the list because they were fully rented out. Only two names remained on the list and Jim knew they were the worst when he found them and added them to the list. He put them on the bottom for a reason and they were only followed up by the ones in the black part of town because he knew that a shitty apartment may still be better than one filled with black people.
She called one of the last two places and a man with a loud voice came on the phone and talked with her. Erica asked questions about the rent, availability and amenities. She was all smiles until right before she hung up the phone. Jim heard the man say something and immediately after that Erica displayed a startled and disgusted look and without saying anything else, she hung up the phone and threw it down into the floorboard, like it was contagious. She then used the pen and drew five lines through that properties name and for emphasis, she wrote NO WAY IN HELL, over top of the lines. Jim glanced at the list and saw just the single lonely name remaining. "That man was a pure pig. He asked if I was planning on being home alone a lot and if my husband minded if I had a little company from time to time. What a disgusting pig." They were nearing the front of the line and after they ordered their food and waited for it, Erica reached down and picked up her phone.
A young man who couldn't have been older than 17 handed their food through Jim's open window. He then handed them their drinks as well. Jim saw the young man look across at Erica. Look may be too loose of a word for what he was doing. This kid was staring a whole right through her shirt and at her pronounced nipples. Jim glanced over and noticed that they did seem to have hardened considerably after that last call. It made him wonder if there was something else going on in her head other than disgust. The young man broke his gaze in time to catch Jim's eye. "Beautiful isn't it?" He commented.
They both understood what it meant but as Erica looked over trying to figure out what they were talking about the kid recovered fantastically. "Sure is. Man, I hope I get a ride as sweet as this one." And he tapped the window-sill of the car before smiling at Jim and returning for his next delivery.
"You men are weird, always comparing cars and dicks." She said with a look that told him that she was only half-joking. She then looked in the book and dialed the remaining number. As she was talking, she pointed to the address in the book and indicated that he should drive there. He looked at the address and began driving there. After she got off the phone, she told him that they were reasonably priced and the woman on the phone seemed friendly. She told her she was going to be there shortly, and they ate on the way. They arrived just as they were finishing their lunch, and both got out at the same time to stretch. There didn't seem to be anyone around, and Jim walked around the car to look at the place with Erica. As they let their eyes wander around the property, they felt like it was rundown but livable. There were mature trees and shrubs to give it a green look, but it was clear that lawn maintenance wasn't a top priority here. They saw weeds and tall grass in every open patch of land. The playground that they were parked next to, was bleached of its bright blues and yellows from too many summers in the sun.
Since they didn't have kids they didn't care much. For them this place just needed to be manageable for a year or two until the housing bubble burst and they could reap the rewards. They walked in and the woman that Erica had talked to on the phone came right out. She was a short, heavy-set Latina woman with black hair that looked wet and she ignored Jim and went directly to Erica. "Buenos Dias, Señorita. How are you? I'm Marisol and we spoke on the phone. May I say that you are more beautiful than you sounded on the phone." She said as she shook Erica's hand. Jim stood next to Erica and he felt ignored because Marisol never even looked at him. "Come, Come, let me show you the apartment. It's very lucky, you coming now. This is the last one and it's right next to mine. We could be neighbors and maybe even good friends." She said as she led Erica forward by placing her hand at the small of her back. Marisol finally acknowledged Jim as he walked behind them when she turned and faced him, "And this must be your husband." She said as she plastered on a fake smile which lasted just a moment before he watched it turn to a scowl as she turned forward.
He then watched as Marisol looked his wife from head to toe. Jim said nothing as he saw her open her phone and point it at Erica's back and he saw that she was taking pictures as she walked. He was about to say something when she announced they were there. The apartment in question was on the ground floor and Marisol pointed across the hall to another door. "This one's mine!" She said proudly. Then she held her phone up and said, "Alright Erica. Let's get a picture of you in front of your new apartment." Erica stood awkwardly in front of the large beige door with the eyehole at the level with the top of her forehead. "Come on, Bella, with how pretty you are, you gotta know how to pose." She said and Erica complied. She raised an arm and placed a hand behind her head and the other she put on her hip. As she pushed her hip out, she also pushed her chest forward. This last movement was what Marisol wanted and she took multiple shots of her. Jim watched Marisol behind her phone, and he saw her lick her lips. Then he looked at Erica and she was laughing and enjoying herself.
