It was nearly mid-night as Samantha Ablebody stepped into the deserted street. The heat and humidity of mid-summer South Carolina hit her like a ton of bricks. Looking around the rundown neighborhood, Samantha was taken back by how much more dangerous it looked in the darkness than it had in the afternoon sunlight when she had arrived to visit her girlfriend. The few street lights that weren't broken cast dark and ominous shadows up and down the empty street.
Samantha began to silently curse herself for having let her visit run so late and for having parked several blocks away. As she began to walk in the direction of her car, the only sound that broke the eerie stillness was the clicking of Samantha's high heels and the shrill screech of a far away police siren.
Samantha surveyed her surroundings. All the houses had chain link fencing around their yards and bars on their windows. No one was outside on their porches, and none of the front doors was open. She wanted to pick up her pace, but what passed as sidewalks were cracked and broken. Her heels and the very uneven and mangled walkway made hurrying impossible. She kept looking all around as she was sure someone would jump out from nowhere and mug her, or even something worse.
She came to an intersection of the street and an alley. She peered into the stark darkness of the alley but couldn't see more than ten feet. As she crossed it, she was sure she heard something stir. She refused to look back and did her best to walk faster. A very tall and thick bush obstructed her view to the left and she veered away from it. Suddenly a cat jumped from the bush and scared the daylights out of Samantha.
She clutched her chest trying to recover from being startled. Her heaving breasts pumped in and out as her heartbeat raced, and she continued on. She looked for any signs of light, but as she continued down the street it actually got darker. As she continued, her pulse raced faster. She noticed a pool of liquid on the ground and she stepped around it. She couldn't tell for sure, but she thought it might even be blood. How could her friend live in such a place?
'I am way to white to be in this neighborhood.' Samantha thought to herself.
She tried not to be racist in her thoughts, but situations like this really scared her. Some yelling came from one of the houses from some sort of domestic squabble, causing Samantha to try once again to speed up. She had only been walking for a couple of minutes, but it seemed as though she would never get to her car. Sammie felt quite vulnerable in her revealing short skirt and sexy silk blouse with its plunging neckline. She clutched her coat tightly around her body and hurried as best she could in the direction of her car. She had never been so scared in her life and all she wanted was to reach her car and get the hell out of that place.
Samantha was a vibrant young woman of 34 who possessed considerable sex appeal. With long auburn hair below her shoulders and blue eyes she was nothing but a total fox. Her classic Marilyn Monroe figure and 5'7" height only added to her sexual allure.
Samantha exited the neighborhood and now walked passed abandon buildings covered in gang graffiti.
Sammie, as her friends called her, nearly jumped out of her skin as a shrill cat scream pierced the night air from somewhere behind her. Without looking to see where the noise had come from, Sammie quickened her pace. Fear gripped her soul as the shrill scream was repeated from somewhere across the street. Sweat formed on the cute features of Sammie's face as she again stepped up her pace. Behind her, Sammie heard the frightening sound of foot steps as a screech from another cat rang out somewhere in front of her. With her car still two blocks away, Sammie broke into a jog. The foot steps behind her kept pace.
The dainty buckling ankle strap on Sammie's four-inch high heels kept her from kicking them off so she could run faster. Another whistle from across the street and behind her caused Sammie to break into the fastest trot her high heels would allow. Sweat now drenched her body.
Suddenly two black men appeared from the shadows ahead of Sammie. Terrified, she stopped in her tracks. A split second later Sammie began to cross to the other side of the street when two more black men appeared on that side of the street as well. Without hesitation Sammie turned and began to run in the direction she had just come. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the black men begin to casually follow her. She dropped her coat which she felt slowed her down. Then, 30 feet in front of her, a tall black man with a shaved head stepped from the dark shadows of a recessed doorway. Instinctively Sammie turned 90 degrees to cross the street only to find two black men crossing towards her to block the way.
Turning back towards the single black man Sammie slowed to a walk again. Her heart was racing as the man asked rather cheerfully, "What's your rush, white mama?"
Sammie remained silent trying to walk passed the black man until he moved to block her path.
"Please, let me pass. I don't want any trouble." Sammie said, hoping her words sounded bolder than she felt.
Having come to a stop, five black men quickly surrounded Sammie, effectively blocking any possible escape route.
The shaved headed black man grinned broadly, "Did you hear that, guys? White mama, don't want no trouble."
The others chuckled menacingly as he continued.
"We don't want no trouble either, girly. It's just that you are on our street." Then he asked with an evil leer, "What's a sexy white bitch doing on our street after midnight?"
"Are you a cock tease?" One of the other men asked rudely.
"NO!" Sammie snapped with indignation.
"Are you sure, girly?" He replied, "Because you're sure dressed like a cock tease."
"Please, really, I don't want any trouble," Sammie restated the obvious as she tried to again walk passed one of the black men, only to be shoved back into the center of the ring formed by them.
Leroy moved to stand right in front of Sammie and nearly spit in her face as he hissed, "My man Dawg here asked you a question, girly." Then he violently slapped Sammie across her left cheek knocking her to the ground with a high pitched shriek.
Sammie screamed for help as loud as she could, which seemed to delight the gang of black men surrounding her.
"Go ahead snow flake, scream all you want. No one cares. We own this neighborhood," Leroy grinned revealing a gold front tooth.
Looking up at the men surrounding her, Sammie tried to regain a little composure as she offer up her purse, "Here take it. Take it all just please don't hurt me."
Someone snatched the purse from her hand as Leroy, who seemed to be the gangs spokesperson, taunted, "That's fine, sugar, but what about the tax?"
All the men in the small circle began to laugh out loud. At the same time one of the men grabbed a hand full of Sammie's long auburn locks and dragged her back to her feet.
"Yea," another snapped, "the tax. There's a tax for walking on our streets after mid-night."
In the darkness, a black hand reached out and grabbed Sammie's tight little bubble of a bottom and squeezed. Sammie spun around trying to ward off the perverted attack. Another man behind her grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back. Large black hands then roughly mauled Sammie's prominent breasts.
"That's right," another said, "you strut your stuff on our street you gotta pay the tax."
Sammie thought she understood, "No ... no you don't understand. I'm not a prostitute."
"No, sugar, it's you that don't understand." Leroy snarled while the others ravaged Sammie's hot body. "You white bitches come strutting onto our ground thinking you're something special, like your the queen of Sheba."
"No ... please don't," Sammie struggled, twisting and turning, in a vain effort to avoid the black hands crudely fondling her body.
"Yea," Leroy continued, "you all flaunt your white asses and look down your noses at us niggers like we still be your slaves."
"She does have a bodacious ghetto ass," someone announced as others clamored their approval.
"Let's see if see knows how to work it," another suggested.
The one called Dawg responded, "Oh she knows how to use it alright. For sure she knows how to put her backfield in motion. I was watchin' it"
The others chuckled with amusement.
"Shit, I missed it," a short chubby black man complained.
"Well, sugar," Leroy said, "Why don't ya show all us what ya got?"
With that, the hands that had continued to assail Sammie's body withdrew, and the circle around her relaxed a bit. Sensing an opportunity to escape Sammie remained silent.
"Well, bitch, show us how you can wiggle that mother fuckin' white ass you got. We aint got all night." Then with a laugh meant more for Sammie than any one else, "Ohhh wait we do have all night don't we? All fucking night. Now move it, white mama."
The ring of gang bangers surrounding Sammie fell back a little more. Swallowing a lump in her throat Sammie began to nervously walk past the young men. All their eyes focused on Sammie's ass as she slowly walked away. She added an extra bounce to her step and swung her hips confidently as she fought to overcome the gnawing fear swirling in the pit of her stomach. Outside the circle of men she continued her measured yet very sexy gait while she was rewarded with a cat call from one of the men.
"That's it, mama, shake that ass."
The comments that filled her ears were both rude and crude.
"Work that ass, bitch."
"Told ya she knew how ta work that ghetto ass."
