This is my story back when I was 18. I lived in a downtown suburb, where there were many youths whom, like me, did things like drugs, petty crimes, and basically did what kids did when they don't have a proper life growing up. Nevertheless, although with so much bad stuff around me, life was actually fun and carefree.
Guns, sex, and booze were easily available, and gangs were controlling chunks of areas in my suburb. The cops usually ignored us as long as no big crimes were committed. Even though different gangs were living in one big suburb, we tend to have a mutual respect for each others' areas and we knew not to mess with each other's boundaries.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Kurt, and my parents got divorced a couple of months after having me. My mother tried her best to bring me up, but she was an addict, and she herself got convicted when I was 15, for trafficking heroin. My dad? I'm not even sure he's alive.
Not that it bothered me though. At 12 I was already involved in gangs. And at 18, I managed to build myself up to the higher positions in my gang. Guys looked up to me, and girls yearned for me. Heck, I wouldn't wanna trade the life I'm having for any other else.
One night, I was sitting around 3 of my buddies, namely EZ (hispanic), Blue and Kidd (both blacks). I'm white, and we were running our own whorehouse. Pimping was just one of the many business we did back then, and one of the most profitable too. City folks typically drove to our suburb after working hours, had a quick fuck, and get out. I was already earning more than someone from a university would.
Just after we wrapped things up for the night and our girls had begun to go home, we noticed a white Lexus family sedan drove into our parking lot.
"What the hell," murmured Kidd. "Tell this guy to go, we're closed."
We could then see it was actually a couple inside, and the man seemed to be lost. He was frantically looking around. The sedan stopped next to us.
He exited the car, came out to us, and nervously said ,"Errr - excuse me boys, we are kinda lost, I had been driving around this area for almost an hour. We would like to go back to the city, and was hoping you boys could show the way."
The skinny bald man was dressed in a suit and tie, and from the looks of it, he seemed to be going home from a lavish event.
I was just about to tell him to buzz off, when the lady inside, called out.
"Honey, so would they be able to help us?" sounded a worried mature woman's voice.
"Well, I am not so sure darling, but they seemed to be the kind of folks living around here," he replied.
I was pretty annoyed when he said that.
"What do you mean, old man? 'kind of folks living around here'?" Blue asked him menacingly.
"Oh, no, I - I'm sorry, uh, I didn't mean to-," the man said, putting up both of his palms. Damn, I thought to myself, this old man is such a pussy.
The lady inside the car then came out. Me and my buddies stared at her, dumbfounded.
She was simply hot. Like a really classy, mature, kind of hot.
She was dressed in a sleeveless white evening gown, with a slit all the way up and ended just below her crotch. She was also donned in shiny jewellery from head to toe, wearing big round gold earrings and her long wavy blonde hair was neatly tied up in a bun.
Her boobs? Well, simply said, they were enormous. They stretched the fabric of her dress, and the cloth parted in the centre revealing her deep cleavage. Her valley was so deep that for an ant, it would be like a Mariana Trench. They were the size of melons and drooped all the way down to the navel.
"God damn...," I heard Kidd say. The rest snickered, while I tried to remain straight-faced.
Due to the size of her melons, she strutted unsteadily next to the man, her heels clicked loudly along the pavement. She was also tall, maybe about 6", and being in heels made her looked 6"2. She stood a head above her partner, hugging his arms, her long brightly painted red fingernails clearly visible.
The lady seemed to struggle with her slit, and she stood with legs together while holding the gap in place. They seemed to be in their late forties or early fifties.
The lady then said, "Look, we just came from a wedding. We are lost, and would like to get out of this uh -," her voice trailed off, while she observed her surrounding, and continued, "slum, or ghetto, or whatever you boys call it. So could any of you please help us?"
Addressing the man, she said, "Give them some loose change, darling."
We just kept staring at the stunning lady. The man beside nodded in agreement.
"Well, if you boys could not help us, we would find our own way then. Thanks for nothing," she arrogantly then said to the four of us.
"Let's go honey, just leave these rude kids alone," she continued, as they turned around and walked to their car.
I noticed the man shook his head, sighing and whispered to her loudly, "Kids these days, it's the fault of their parents."
