When Jill reached the car she looked at Bo and slurred, "Take me home!" At this point Jill realized the extent of the effects of her having smoked weed and drunk beer. She was completely unaware that there was an aphrodisiac in the marijuana cigarette that was contributing to her lack of sexual inhibitions. She just knew that when the john was fucking her that her pussy had been on fire! Much to her shame, Jill still felt extremely hot, sexually, even as her heart pounded in fear.
Bo opened the car door and Jill nearly tumbled into the car before Bo caught her and guided her down into the bench seat between DeAndre and him. He noticed that her eyes were glassy and that she stared nervously out the front windshield of the car at Nia and the man across the street. Her hands were shaking slightly and Bo used this excuse to put a cold beer in her hand.
"Here, baby," he said. "Drink this. It'll calm your nerves."
Without thinking, Jill put the bottle to her lips and took a long drink. Her big blue eyes were very wide as she watched what was transpiring across the street. She was completely unaware that Bo was looking at her.
He watched the soft features of the beautiful, young blonde. He felt his penis stiffen under his pants. Her full breasts rose and fell with her every breath and her legs were slightly parted as she was oblivious to anything but what was happening between Nia and the john who had just fucked her. Bo wanted to bang her pussy in the worst way, but he knew that he was not going to be able to do anything without DeAndre's okay. He couldn't resist putting his hand between her legs and feeling the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She didn't resist and hardly seemed to notice.
Nia and the john were in the middle of an intense argument but the voluptuous black woman began to walk across the street, even as the john continued to yell at her. Nia got into DeAndre's car and he started his car just as a police car pulled up to the drunken john's car. As the police officer got out of his car and approached the john, DeAndre saw the man who had just fucked Jill gesturing towards his car. The officer looked at DeAndre's car and flashed his flashlight's beam at it, clearly in an effort to get DeAndre to stay put.
Jill's heart moved into her throat and the scene unfolding before her eyes had a sobering effect on her. She was the one who had fucked the man even though it had not been her choice. If the cops stopped their car, would she be arrested as a prostitute, she wondered? For the first time since she smoked the weed, Jill looked down at herself and saw the small triangle of the tiny purple thong as the only item between her soft thighs just barely covering her genitals! And, the coat top had fallen open and her large breasts hung nakedly from her chest, the pink nipples erect and exposed for all to see! She self-consciously pulled the jacket closed over her sensitive tits.
But no one in the car was looking at Jill except Bo. Everyone's attention was on the cop's car. Getting arrested was on no one's agenda. "Fuck," DeAndre said as he began to slowly pull away. He knew the cop wasn't going to stop him without backup so getting away was easy so long as he did it before another officer arrived. "The heat gonna be out here now. Let's get home," he said in his very deep voice.
Jill sat silently beside the black giant as he drove from the scene. She prayed they'd get away and felt as afraid as if she had robbed a bank. As DeAndre turned the corner, Jill looked back and saw that the cop was still talking to the john. She wanted to yell at DeAndre to speed up but she knew better than to say anything.
As they drove in the night, Nia handed DeAndre the money that the john had given her to fuck Jill. He counted it as he drove.
He slowly separated a couple of the bills, folded them and reached between Jill's thighs for her panties. Knowing better than to fight the man, Jill spread her lush legs and watched the dark hand as it gently pushed the bills into her panties. DeAndre let his fingers linger under her panties and between her shapely thighs.
"You done good," was all he said in a very deep voice apparently not knowing, not caring, or mistakenly believing Jill to be a whore.
Jill saw the rest of the cash get wadded in his large hand and stuffed in his pocket. After several minutes, DeAndre pulled into the complex parking lot. Silently, the four people got out of the car and began to walk towards the apartment. The complex seemed more alive now, in the middle of the night, than when they had first arrived. Black men and women were out talking and laughing and music blared from several apartments. Jill was more steady on her feet but still terrified over the police car showing up.
Although many eyes followed the beautiful blonde woman as she walked through the complex, she realized that DeAndre's presence indicated to the people that she was one of his girls. She wondered if they could have envisioned her fucking the john on the side of a road just minutes before. She felt completely humiliated walking through the complex dressed so clearly as a slut as she was. The men stared openly at her gorgeous legs and ass as she was paraded through the complex.
Once inside the apartment, Jill heard a low whistle coming from the corner of the darkened living room. DeAndre chuckled out loud and walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. Jill stood in the middle of the room, conscious of her near nudity. She hoped that Bo would indicate that they should leave, but the fat man went to a small card table and sat on a chair.
DeAndre, who was immense, began to casually strip off his shirt. Bare chested, Jill could see how muscular the giant was. His arms were ripped and his chest was wide and thick. His torso looked like an inverted V since his waist was narrow and his abs were taut and lean. Jill had only seen six-packs like his in photographs. He kicked off his shoes as well when he opened the malt liquor. He grinned lasciviously at Jill and spoke.
"Get them boots off your feet, baby." He flashed a toothy grin at the woman.
Then, he sat on a filthy couch, his legs stretched wide.
Jill gingerly bent at the waist and began to take off her boots. When she did, she felt even more vulnerable, clad only in her thong and skimpy jacket, her legs and feet now completely bare.
"Come sit with 'Dre," he said, referring to himself in third person as he patted his thigh.
The young blonde very slowly began to walk towards him. She was terrified and her heart fluttered as it had not since she could remember. Even though music played in the room, it seemed dead quiet as the gorgeous woman fearfully made her way to him. She prayed to herself that everything would be okay. She hoped that the man had had his fun out on the streets watching her being taken.
Jill got to him and she knew that he wanted her on his lap. She sat on a very muscular thigh and felt his left arm go around her slender waist. As his hand fell to her hip she felt him pull her towards him and she had no choice but to lean her body into his torso. He was mammoth! Her own small left hand went to his, as if she could keep him from moving it. His ebony skin was warm against her own arm and shoulder. The contrast of her tanned skin against his black skin was shocking to the white young woman.
It was clear to Jill that DeAndre was very relaxed and acted as if he owned her. She wondered whether he did, in a way? Was she now a slave to this man that she had just met? Was she subject to his every whim and desire? He could kill her and no one would ever know what happened to her. She told herself to be strong. Her heart beat furiously and she felt the heat radiating from this man who so intimidated Bo.
"You done good," he said to Jill again as if it was a compliment. "Nia!" he said loudly, "Baby girl done good, huh?"
