The Pimps.
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1904, Crawling Rock, Louisiana.
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"Roll the fucking dice!" Mel shouted in amusement, casually throwing a dollar, adding to a pile of money in the center of the table, "Ima empty y'all boys' pockets and take y'all for a ride if my whores don't."
Several black men chuckled at his quip while some raised their voices in upheaval. The rest spilled heated words toward him, declaring a rigged game.
"Aye, now, don't be a sore loser, Ole boy, keep those coins coming." Mel laughed, patting his knee.
Fair and petite, Tish stood at his side in a red nightie that rode up her backside, revealing her plump yellow-toned ass cheeks and short stems. She shook her hips, wiggling her ass to the tunes playing from the front room.
"Blow on them dice, Sunshine," Mel ordered her with a pop to her jiggly ass.
Distracted by her dance, Tish turned around and did a shimmy with her chest, shaking her juicy tits in his face. His cock nudged up against his britches and he fought the urge to stick his head between them.
"Quit teasing me, girl," he warned with another pop, "blow them dice, Sunshine."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Tish pouted, teasing the fabric constricting around her hard nipples.
The tall man rolling the set of dice, pulled his palm to her lips, allowing her breath to be of essence in the game of luck. He tossed the die and together they rolled away, landing on seven.
"Yes!" Mel stood up to hoot at his win, "That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Give me my goddamn money, motherfuckas!"
Tish too squealed with excitement as Mel dragged the money toward his earnings. He reached over and grabbed her small waist, hauling her to him for a kiss. His palm roughly groped at the diamond mound between her thighs. Pulling up the fabric, he found her little clit tucked neatly behind two bare lips. He casually manipulated her swollen button while his dark beige lips fondled over her nape.
"You and this wet pussy are my good luck charms," he cooed.
Giggling, Tish hungrily eyed the seven dollar bills in his palm. She chewed a piece of flavorless gum and blew a small bubble as he kissed her neck, producing more giggles from her pouty red lips.
In her satin red nightie, Tish felt sexy and grown up. She widened her legs and allowed his fingers to caress her fresh womanhood. Her head flew back on his shoulder as she braced herself to cum on his long digits. Her little pussy needed it.
Tish was six months shy of her nineteenth birthday and had existed under her mother's safe and strict rule. Her mother, Mary had only recently suggested she follow in her footsteps to be a whore.
Tish enjoyed fucking the moment a cock nestled into her fresh pussy and didn't find fault in her mother's proposal. Her first night was a doozy but she cashed in more than most first-timers. She held the skill of sucking cock and licking pussy thanks to Mary and her stepdaddy, Bo.
Her pimp, Mel found a liking to both her taut little snatch and her skillful tongue. Currently, his eyes were on her, instead of the gambling game being held.
"Suck my dick," Mel whispered the request in her ear.
Dropping to her knees, Tish ignored the dozen men and whores gathered around to watch the dice game. She pulled out his tanned wide cock and began to slide her tongue around the top.
No one thought anything of the act. They were at Mel's Juke, the only black brothel in Crawling Rock and a place where anything went, and most times it went deliciously filthy.
It was also a place to make money and the reason both Tish and her mother were there.
Seething, Mary looked across the table at Mel and frowned. She reasoned her profitable daughter shouldn't be sucking his dick, rather she should be upstairs sucking a customer off for money. But Mel was the boss and she couldn't argue with him over his liking for her light-skinned daughter.
Tish bobbed her head just right and caught the attention of the man seated closest to Mel. He was a white man but seemed different than most she had come across. She made eye contact with his green-eyed stare and didn't flinch when he petted the curly brown hair flowing around her crown.
"Where did you find this one, Mel?" Ted asked, eying her pink tongue as it did a loop around his partner's cockhead.
"She's a swamp girl. I call her Sunshine, 'cause she's as bright as they come."
"She sure can suck a mean one."
"She loves cock. Maybe a little too much. This is the one I had to drag from the Jones farm last week. She's my favorite girl."
"Looks like trouble to me," he grinned, taking a sip of homemade wine.
"Are you my good girl?" Mel cooed.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered across his leaking tip.
Tish averted her eyes to his handsome light brown face and quickened her bob with affection. His precum tickled salty against her tongue and she hummed over his shaft.
Smiling down at Tish, Mel sighed, biting his lip as she put on to attack his cock, "Mm, fuck."
Grasping her long hair, he easily shoved his cock in her throat and hunched to make her swallow it whole. Gagging slowed her down to his liking and slathered spit over her chin.
"You're a greedy little whore, Sunshine."
Mel humped twice into her throat and watched her eyes water in resistance. He reared her head back and she gasped for air before his palm playfully slapped her wet cheek.
"Stop trying to milk me, you greedy little cock sucker," he chuckled, brushing his finger across her wet lips, "Take your time, baby, I ain't fixin' to bust in front of these folks. Just play with it, like I like."
Nodding, Tish grabbed his base and smeared his sticky shaft across her lips in hopes of pleasing him. Since her first night, when Mel took her rough on her mother's watch, she had yet to bed another patron.
Mel kept her at his side as arm candy, steadily making excuses to his favorable customers that more finer and experienced whores could please them better than his Sunshine.
"Hm, she is a beauty, and perhaps, light enough to work for me," Ted thought aloud before spilling a plan into his ear, "I can set her up a room at my spot. Those Jones boys stay in my brothel, begging my whores for a nickel fuck."
"That won't happen...."
"Why not?" Ted asked, "I see a goldmine the way she's showing off."
"She ain't showing off, she's got a knack for sucking cock, like her mama...." Mel paused and took a small sip of corn liquor, shaking his head from the sting, "She's the voodoo woman's girl. She doesn't want her out in those white brothels. Those men aren't clean enough for her."
Ted laughed, "Never stopped her before. We can try her out next week. I'll give you half, like always," he licked his lips from her show and nudged his shoulder, "Hell, I could use some of that right now."
Ted plucked a dollar from his pile and placed it over on Mel's pot, "I bet that coochie is wet as water. I'll take her for a double pass before I leave."
"No, I can't do that."
"Why the hell not?"
Mel snorted and brushed the flyaways from her forehead, turning to his partner with a frown, "I won't lie to you, Ted," he spoke with a hint of openness, "I'm a bit taken by her. I don't want her with anyone else. Simple as that."
Mel cringed as Ted burst into a fit of laughter.
"You're pulling my leg, partner. She's a dime but...." he paused and pursed his lips, realizing his friend was serious.
Mel's affection for the yellow-toned girl only piqued his curiosity. She was pretty, yes, but a whore as were the rest. Ted understood love was a foreign thought for a whore. They needed money and would fuck anyone for it. His eyes drifted up to her mother, Mary, who kept his attention. Smiling, he tipped his hat toward the gorgeous brown-skinned woman.
Mary could practically read his thoughts. Like her, Ted had money on his mind. Giving a flirty wave, she put on a sneaky grin that filled out her pouty lips.
If Mel didn't want to make a profit from her beautiful daughter, she would move on to the next pimp.
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Four days later.
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Tish stood in the kitchen of Ted's Night Club and eyed the white whores with interest as they rushed around her, quickly making up their pale faces. These whores were all suited in lux undergarments, most tall and thin as rakes with long flowing hair of different colors.
The only full-figured woman was a redhead with a glimmer fit. Tish was mesmerized by her beauty and large bust spilling from her lingerie.
Mary's finger combed her curls as she kept her eyes on the woman's red hair which seamlessly fell to her plump rear.
The Red woman noted her stare and gave a wave. Bashfully, Tish averted her eyes, her cheeks blushed with a crush.
"Ooh my, you look so fancy, baby doll. You're going to be the highlight tonight," Mary announced, calming herDaddyng heart.
Giving her a look over, Mary straightened her simple lingerie. It was a one-piece garment that pulled one's eyes to her hooked hips and pert bust. Tish was fairly uncomfortable in the getup. It was constricting on her curves and tightened around her soft middle.
"How long do I gotta wear this?" Tish asked, pulling at the tight stockings on her thighs.
Mary gave her wrist a pop and frowned, "Stop messin' with it. Go on out there and mingle. I'll wait outside."
"You can't leave me here by myself." Tish expressed with wide eyes, "Stay with me, please."
"These white folks ain't going to let me post up here. I'll be right outside in the carriage. Ain't nothing going to happen to you. You got something these white whores don't have."
"What's that?"
"A good pimp," she giggled, "you get so much as a scratch and Mel will burn this place to the ground."
"But I thought he didn't know about this?" Tish challenged.
"He doesn't and if he finds out...." Mary shook her head, "Hm, let's not even speak badly tonight. I want you to strut your stuff, baby doll, and make Mama some money."
The first step out into the parlor took her breath. The ballroom was immaculate, almost unreal. Tish had heard stories of white Kings and foreign Rulers living in palaces across the pond. This was far from that but to her ignorant mind, it took on the same appeal.
Leaning against the wall, Tish observed the atmosphere. It wasn't nearly as raunchy as Mel's Juke. These whores were dressed in their suits, secretly whispering lullabies into men's ears. The fancy men grinned and gave subtle touches on the arms and legs of the hot ladies before retiring upstairs.
The same didn't happen to Tish; she kept her post, observing the odd-looking people. She had seen local whites, who shared the same poverty as herself, but never had she witnessed this sort of abundance and dressing. She spotted the red woman who was speaking with a man whose hat almost reached the chandelier.
Her attention to the same curvy, red fox was interrupted by fingers pressing into her arm. Tish quickly pulled away and looked up in fear.
"Ya all right, there, girl?" Ted asked with a chuckle, "I, in no way meant to scare you, honey. But, I will need you to walk around and amuse my friends. I'm doing you and ya mama a favor."
