Linda stood facing the young black man inside his modest apartment, trying to keep her composure and not reveal the nervousness she felt inside. It was warm inside, which wasn't helping her keep her cool either. She tried to keep her eyes locked on his, not to concede anything, hoping against hope that Andre wouldn't make this any more difficult than it already was. Inside, though, she knew better.
He was sprawled casually on his worn leather couch, legs apart, one arm draped over the back and the other hand slowly, teasingly swinging a plastic bag in her direction. Inside the bag, Linda knew, were a couple dozen white pills....Oxycontin. It was what she needed to keep the chronic pain at bay...and it was why she was here, in this low rent apartment in a part of town she'd only driven past, never through. She was a respected member of the City Council, a married woman in her fifties. Tall, attractive, confident...and here she stood, feeling quite at the mercy of a young, black man who she met as he worked bagging groceries at her local supermarket, a lean, cocky young man who sat there eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat...He was just 20, yet his eyes had a hard, almost predatory glint and his attitude said...I'm in control here.
Linda drew herself up to her full, impressive height and did her best to sound authoritative as she stated rather than asked "So, those are for me? Two dozen, you said?"
"Yeah, that's what I said." He replied, flatly.
"How much are we talking, then?"
His eyebrows raised slightly. "How much? Well, that depends...See they might not be for sale, ya know?"
Linda's eyes which widened at his words. "Not for sale? But you said..."
"What I said was..." He sat up now, his gaze hardening... "I had your pills, plenty of 'em, but we'd have to, you know, work something out. I mean, I got lots of customers who'd take these off my hands. Lots of 'em. Why should I sell them to you?"
She stiffened, feeling her face flush and her voice begin to falter as she stammered out her protestation.
"But you...You said we... had a deal..."
Andre smiled and replied "Oh we do. "Long as you play nice and do your part, we got a deal."
"I..I'll do my part. I brought the money..."
"Oh yeah, that's cool, but like I told you in the parking lot, you gonna have to do more than that. I told you, you gonna have to spend some time and convince me you're worth it, you know?"
Linda felt her face flush at his words. She knew what he wanted. The way he'd brazenly grabbed her ass as they stood next to her car had made it clear. She swallowed hard. She wanted to turn and run. Right now...but she needed the medication. There was no other option...She had only two pills left in her drawer at home and then she was out with no chance of conning her MD into refilling them.
"What do you want?"
Andre smiled again, this bitch was fine. Tall, short dark hair, sassy lookin' cut, brilliant blue eyes. Looks like she had a damn fine body as well. Full round tits...not that big but big enough, nice round ass and strong, shapely legs in that skirt too. Best part was she looked like she was too good for this. Too good for him. Yeah, well, we'd see about that. He loved seeing her start to sweat...This gonna be fun, man.
"So, what you say your name was again?"
She looked down for a moment, then said softly "Linda. My name is Linda."
It made her somehow feel even more vulnerable and exposed to tell him, she thought.
"Ah, that's right. Linda. Yeah that's right. So, how old are you Linda?"
"How old? I'm...53..."
"Fifty three! Damn, bitch, you more than twice my age? You got a decent body for that old, you know?"
He enjoyed the way her pretty face reddened at his comment. She felt humiliated, he could see. Well, she ain't felt nothin' yet. He tossed the bag of pills onto the couch beside him and crossed his legs.
"I think it's time we get down to business, don't you? Linda? I think you need to show me what you got to offer, ya know? I mean, I see you sweating. Warm in here, huh?
You best take off some of those clothes now."
Linda's eyes widened. It was happening...Oh god...
"Please...Andre. Is this really necessary? I mean, I'm a married woman and...."
He sat up suddenly and then stood facing her.
"Look here, Lin-Da. I told you I ain't givin' this shit away, you feel me? Yeah, you paying for the shit but I got buyers lined the fuck up to give me money. You got something else I want. You gonna give me what I want and strip off them clothes or you can go out the way you came in and forget the whole thing!"
Linda stood stiff and silent, then dropped her eyes. There just was no way around it. She was going to have to strip for this kid or lose her only chance at getting the drug she needed. Fuck....No man but her husband had seen her naked since they got married, now here she was having to show her body to a 20 year old black kid, a total stranger...and no telling what he would expect afterwards....Fuck fuck fuck! How did she get into this position? She gathered herself and raised her eyes to his.
"Alright. Alright...I'll do it."