When I opened the door and entered the house, there was the strong and familiar smell of cigar in the air. I knew Henry was there. In the living room a lit cigar was placed on the ashtray and soft moans were coming from my parent's bedroom. I took off my shoes and placed my school bag on the floor. Then tip toeing, I made my way to the master bedroom. The door was wide open and in the oval mirror I could see my mother getting fucked. She was lying on the bed naked with her legs in the air and Henry was pounding viciously. His stocky, hairy body was glistening with sweat as he pounded her. The fucking was so intense that I could hear the sound of his balls slapping my mother's ass as he drove his shaft in and out of her pussy.
"Ooohhh my Gooodnesss!" My mother screamed … "You are sooo good Henry FUCK ME …Yaaah thaats it baby fuck me! Mmmmm…"
I stood in the doorway and felt my pussy getting wet. I was in my mid teens back then and this was the first live sex scene I had witnessed. Then I suddenly wanted to leave. I wanted to get away from all that so I got into my slippers and left the house. But, since I had left my school bag and shoes back home, my mother found out I was there. Her attitude changed a lot towards me after than incident. She became very 'distant' from me and I started feeling like an ignored child. To be honest I had always felt neglected but after that incident it was not the same.
One day I returned from school and found my father and this other man called "Mr. Baily". He wore a black suit and had neatly gelled hair. My mother was also there and there were lots of papers on the table. Mr. Baily told me that my parents were getting a divorce and I was to appear in the court after a few days and tell the judge which one of my parents would I like to live with. He acted very sympathetic towards me as if the whole thing had come to me as a shock. To be honest, it did not surprise me at all. My father took me in his room and comforted me. He told me that I should feel free to choose either of them and he would continue to meet me even if I lived with my mom. My mother on the other hand ignored me totally so I knew who I wanted to be with.
After the separation my mother ended up getting most things. My father and I moved out to a small apartment at the other end of the city and Henry moved in that house with my mother. I changed schools and was soon going to this new one, which was a very multi-ethnic place. In my final year at school I met this one girl who later on became the person to have the most influence in my whole life. She was a classmate and her name was Tori. Tori was a bronze skinned Latino/Puerto Rican with long black hair and a killer body. The guys in the school were totally nuts about her and that made the white girls very jealous. They hated her like anything. To be honest I also wished sometimes that I was like her. But, she was the total opposite of me in every way. I was shy and introverted while she was confident and outspoken. I dressed very conservatively and she would wear tight trousers and low necks. I hung out with a selected few and she was always surrounded by a crowd. Other than that Tori had this 'been there done it' look in here eyes that showed she was not easily impressed with anything. I would often look at her and wish that I had that figure and that personality.
In our final year at school we were assigned a project in which we had to do a presentation on any one country of the world. Since the topic was extremely vast, students were paired together. And guess who I got? Tori! Those two weeks that we worked together gave me the opportunity to see this girl up close. While Tori was sharp and street smart, books were not her thing at all. In this project she was totally dependent on me for the grade. This put me in the position of power and I loved that. This girl who was literally the queen of the school and had never even noticed my presence in the classroom before, was now looking up to me for her grade. We worked very hard and in the two weeks that followed, we became very good friends. She was often over at my place after school and we would study till very late. Once or twice she even slept over.
Finally when the presentation came I found myself getting very nervous. I was a never the 'public speaker' type and the idea of presenting in front of the whole class scared me. Tori though less knowledgeable on the subject was used to being the center of attention all the time. She saw how scared I was and suggested that she would go first and introduce the topic. I could join in later. I agreed. So she started talking about Saudi Arabia, the country that we had selected. As the session went on I started feeling confident with her presence. Soon I took over the presentation from her. The class had always seen me and a very shy and introverted person and they were now surprised that I could speak so well. The presentation went great and we got a lot of applause from the class.
Now when I turned eighteen, my father became very ill. He started getting migraines. He did not take them very seriously at first but they grew in frequency and duration and finally when he consulted the doctor he was told that he would be hospitalized. When they did tests on him a tumor was discovered and he was shifted into intensive care unit. Within a few days he lost his eyesight and the doctors said that he his situation was very serious as he was approaching a coma. They gave him pills and injections, pumped a lot of chemicals in him but none of that worked and finally after three weeks in hospital he died. I was not in contact with my mother but when he died she came to the hospital. She hugged me and told me how nice it was to see me after three years and how much I had grown. Then she took me out in the lobby and told me that now that my father was gone, she would like me to move with her and Henry. She said she knew that we had not been in touch for a long time but we are family after all and we belonged together. I went home, locked myself and cried. Moving in with Henry was the last thing I wanted. I hated my mother for ignoring me and cheating on my father and I felt that she was somehow the one responsible for my father's death. If he had not gone through the trouble she had caused he would have been alive. Now I had no choice but to move in with my father's murderers.
Next day I received a call from Tori. She told me that the presentation grades had been announced and we had both gotten an A+ in our presentation. She asked whether everything was all right and why I was not coming to school? I told her about my father and started crying on the phone. That evening Tori came to visit me at my place. We had a long chat and I told her about my past and all.
"Jess …" She held my shoulder and looked at me in the eyes. "I understand what you are going through right now. But you know you are an adult now. You are eighteen years old! You don't have to move in with those guys. You can find a part time job and live on your own. You can move in with me if you want. We can share the rent and it would be cheaper for both of us."
I embraced her and cried on her shoulder.
Three days later I had moved in with Tori. She lived in an apartment building built on top of a shopping plaza. It was a lower middle class area inhabited mostly by Hispanics and Puerto Ricans. Almost all the shops and plazas on the ground level were owned by them. I stood on the balcony of my new home and looked down at the shops. There were a lot of stereotypes about colored people back then and as I looked down at all these people, I felt a little intimidated. It seemed like a different country altogether and I was the only "white girl" living there.
Then I went down in the shopping plaza in search of work. A few places were hiring and I returned with two or three application forms. Tori was lying on the couch in the living room talking to someone on the phone in Latin. She was wearing her tight jeans as usual and playing with her long dark hair as she spoke. She looked gorgeous. After some time she hung up the phone and turned towards me. "Any luck?" She asked me.
"Yes. There are a couple of places that are hiring." I said.
"How is the money?" She asked.
"Not that good" I responded.
There a moment of silence.
"I was just speaking to the owner of the club where I work." She said still playing with her hair. "I told him about you. They are looking for a waitress so they asked me to bring you along. Interested?"
"Of course!" I responded.
"Tomorrow is Saturday. Be ready at eight in the evening."
The next evening Tori got into tight, black leather pants and a black blouse. Instead of buttoning it up she tied a knot above her navel, leaving her tight waistline completely bare. To me this attire seemed very inappropriate for a workplace but I did not say anything. We drove to this place called "Obsessionz". It seemed like a dance club from the outside but when we stepped in, I got the shock of my life to see that it was a strip club! The lights were dim and the music was loud. On the square stage, a scantily dressed woman with flaming red hair danced for the ogling male audience. They watched her as she undid her bikini top and threw it in the audience. The applause and cheers got louder and louder as the girls thong came off. Completely naked she strutted around the stage in high heels, swinging the thong over her head. Men rose from their seats and raised their hands in the air to receive the souvenir. Finally she threw it at a group of sailors sitting in the back seats of the hall. Then, completely naked, she danced seductively for the men.
