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Tiffany Crosses the Color Line
CHAPTER TWO
** Tiffany's journey continues as she is turned into a black streetwalker. She leans to pole dance and is exposed in front of her roommate. **
NOTE: This trilogy picks up where "Tiffany Gets Decorated" left off. To learn more about these characters and how they got into this situation, you may want to read that series first - D
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We made two more stops Saturday night. I wouldn't have known where to take her except for comments she'd made in some of her emails. I'd been working on a story and needed some information about the city, so I asked her to give me the name of a dangerous neighborhood or street in L.A. She immediately went to her race stereotypes and wrote back: "...anywhere around the USC campus is scary, and south LA is known for being black and dangerous. hollywood is known for its whores, so maybe that would be even better..." I followed up by asking whether she'd ever played there. She wrote: "...aiiiiiiiii! NEVER, gyrl knows that she could be seen by people that know her here!!!!!!!!--" I flagged down a taxi and told him to take us to Hollywood.
The first stop was an adult bookstore at the far end of the hooker strip. In the taxicab on the way over, I took an envelope out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Go on, take a look." She opened it and started going through the stack of papers. "Just a little reminder," I said. The first half-dozen were photos of her posing and preening in her black ho getup. I'd taken them just after Liz finished the makeup job. Tiffany was still easy enough to recognize for anyone who knew her. Someone who didn't might mistake her for a light-skinned black girl with slightly Oriental features. When she turned sideways, the tits-and-ass stuck out like melons stuffed underneath her clothes.
The next piece of paper was a note with her parents' address at the top and a bright red lipstick kiss in the middle. Underneath, it said "love, Tiffany". She bit her lip and flushed red with anger. She handed the stack back to me.
"You don't want to look at the rest of them?"
Slowly, quietly, she said, "I don't need to."
The driver pulled up in front of the store. I paid him and sent him on his way. A couple of hookers stared at Tiffany as she stood on the sidewalk, nervously moving her feet back and forth while I looked in the store window.
"Yo! Sukiyaki!" one of the girls said. Tiffany hung her head and tried to vanish. "Hey! Bitch! You hear me?" the woman said, louder this time. She was a tall black girl with bright red hair and a body that was, as they say, built like a brick shithouse. Her long legs were bare and the tiny dress barely covered her big ass. The top was cut low and her huge cocoa breasts just barely managed not to spill out. "You workin' my corner, ho?" She stood right next to Tiffany who continued to ignore her. The girl grabbed Tiffany's cheek and turned her face toward her. "You hear me? You fuckin' deaf or somethin' Sukiyaki?" Tiffany was frozen with fear, her hands open and limp, knees shaking. I considered my move, decided to let it play itself out. The fear she was feeling would press her buttons and send her reeling. She'd feel the fear of black women that had been indoctrinated into her and at the same time feel the arousal of being on the submissive end of her commands. "Maybe I'll let you take a few of my tricks. Suck some cock then pay me the money." She shook Tiffany's face. Tiffany hung limp like a rag doll. "That OK with you, Sukiyaki?" Tiffany muttered a shaky "yes, Ma'am."
The big woman turned to me and sneered, "that OK with you "Mister Wannabe Pimp Man"?" I moved quickly toward her, pulled the Swinguard out of my pocket and touched the tip to the underside of her chin. "I'm not playing. And, no, I'm not fine with that." I looked at Tiffany. "Not yet, at least. But give me your name. I might be fine with that later." I folded the knife and put it back in my pocket.
"Keesha. And fuck you," she spit on the ground and let go of Tiffany's face, gave her a slap. "And fuck your stupid Chink-assed bitch too." She strutted across the street back to her corner.
Tiffany was trembling but I walked past her and into the store. Experiences like this would be good for her, so I had to let her process them herself. There was nothing like a good dose of fear to get the hormones flowing. Or so I expected. When she came into the store, I decided to test my theory. I pulled her close and gave her a full-mouth kiss. She was wild, hungrier than I'd ever seen her before. She wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me against her hard, lips open, tongue probing deep and hot.
I pulled my face back slightly. "Turned you on, didn't it?" She pushed her crotch against my leg and kissed me again, humping in small, quick jerks until she came."Aiiiiiieeeeeeee," she squealed. "Good little cunt," I said.
"I gotta get me some'a that," I heard a voice behind me. Others joined it. There were five men in the store, all black or Latino, thickly muscled, sweaty and grinning. And all walking my way. I couldn't have planned it any better. I looked at the woman behind the cash register. She took a drag from a half-finished cigarette and stared at me. She'd seen better days -- a long time ago -- but she'd seen worse. Nothing surprised her. "I don't want no trouble," she growled at me in a gravelly voice. "We're just having a little fun," I said calmly. She snorted and said, "gimme fifty dollars and you can use the glory hole between booths 4 and 5. Thirty minutes. Can she do 'em all in thirty minutes?"
"No problem," I said. "Give the lady fifty dollars, Tiffany."
"Tiffany!" "Whoo!" "Hot little bitch!" "Oh yeah!, Showgirl, eh!" the crowd muttered. Tiffany reached into her cleavage and pulled out a roll of bills I'd given her. "Oooh, nice day's work." "Look at that bankroll." "Lotta mooch in that cooch." "Big ass ho doin' all right for herself." "Yeah, and her pimp let her carry it all." She peeled a fifty off the top and handed it to the woman.
I took Tiffany into booth 4 and closed the door. She grabbed me and started crying, begging me not to make her do it. I realized this would be the line. Sucking off rich lawyers who were throwing money into your bank account was one thing. Sucking off five complete strangers -- and not even good, clean white boys -- was a different story. I let her go on for five minutes, not responding at all, before she stopped and lowered her head. "This is just the beginning, isn't it?" I nodded and pushed her toward the floor.
I knocked on the wall and the first cock came through the hole. It looked strange -- like the head of a snake or an eel just dangling in space. It was half-stiff already, a tiny drop of precum oozed out of the slit. Tiffany made a circle of her hand and slid the head between her thumb and index finger, stroking gently back and forth. The man moaned. Tentatively, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head. I let her go on for a few minutes then reached for her wrist. I shook my head and said, "no, you have to suck his cock", then pulled her hand away, at the same time pushing her head forward so the now-stiff shaft went deep in her mouth.
Tiffany spent the next half hour on her knees while the men in booth 5 took turns poking their cocks through the hole, cumming all over her face and neck. She swallowed some, spit out most, and let a lot of it dribble down her chin but she managed to suck them all off in twenty-four minutes. She wiped her mouth on her arm but that just left smeared, drying globs of cum all over her. When she came out of the booth, two of them were waiting.
"You got a good little cocksucker there," one of them said. "Whas her name?"
"What do you want it to be?" I said.
They laughed and one of them -- Benny -- said, "She looks like Tynisha, don't she?"
"Yeah, dog, Tynisha from downtown."
"That's fine," I said, turning to Tiffany. "Say it."
"Tieneeshuh." They corrected her three times before she got it right.
Benny turned to me. "You wanna make some real green, Tynisha?"
Tiffany froze. I sensed another opportunity to humiliate her, to remind her who owned her now. i said, "sure. Tell us about it."
Benny told us about a strip club down in east L.A. where the basement was set up for what he called "cocksucking on the grand scale". "True, man, nobody wants pussy or ass down there, it's all about the throat. They want it deeeeep, you know what I'm sayin'? and Tynisha here sucks real good, she took me deep and I got a big willy. She can do it easy."
I let him go on for another few minutes, all the time watching Tiffany's reactions. Her lifelong training had kicked in again, I could see she wasn't thinking about resisting, but was shifting herself, bracing herself for the inevitable. She swallowed hard once or twice. Testing her throat muscles?
"No can do," I finally said. "I've got appointments for her already tonight. But give me your number."
"You're missing out on some big green," Benny said. He wrote his number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "You call me anytime you want to put little Miko here to work, OK?" He leaned back and stared at her ass. "You doin' that to attract the Black Man, ho?" He swatted it. "Cuz it's workin'. Wooo!"
"You take it up the ass, Mika?" the other one asked. He was shorter and had a sick look in his eye. I wouldn't leave her alone with him for a minute. But, I'd got lucky again, he was the perfect man to ask exactly that question.
"She doesn't," I said. "Not yet. But she needs to learn." Tiffany let a small whimper slip. "In fact, she came her to buy a set of dildoes to..." I stopped. "Tynisha, tell him what you came here to get."
We hadn't discussed or rehearsed any of this, so she froze, completely puzzled about what I wanted.
"Go ahead, don't be shy, bitch," Benny said. "Hell, you just finished sucking his dick." He turned to the other man. "Drank it all down too, din't she?"
"Hell yea, she never let go! She's got a vacuum cleaner for a mouth!" They laughed, then turned and looked at her. "Well?"
"I want to buy a dildo," she said slowly, looking at me out of the corner of her eye to see if she'd done it right.
"So..." I prompted.
"So I can play with myself," she finished.
I laughed and clapped my hands. "Well, that for certain. But," I turned to Benny and his friend again, "more specifically, she wants to buy a dildo or three to help stretch her ass, to help loosen it up, so she can, you know..." The men laughed and looked her up and down, licking their lips. "Give you what you want. Is it true you like to fuck white women up the ass not the cunt?" Tiffany just stared at her shoes while we talked about her for another few minutes.
Benny walked us to the side wall and pointed out an array of rubber cocks in all shapes and sizes. I chose four that ranged from about finger thickness to nearly a wrist. I paid for them then handed her the smallest one and a tube of lubricant.
"Go slide this in your ass then meet me at the door."
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As soon as I opened the door, a pair of hands grabbed me and yanked me into the alley. I felt a fist slam into my gut and doubled over. Then, again.
"'Enough," I heard someone say.
I raised my head and saw stared into the eyes of what had to be a cartoon figure. A pimp decked out in ice-cream white suit, big gold and diamond rings on his fingers, a wide brimmed hat and a black cane. I turned my head and saw two girls -- Keesha and another -- walking slow circles around Tiffany, touching her face and chin.
"She done sucked someone off, Ray," Keesha purred. "Ha'n't you, Mika?" She ran her finger along the underside of Tiffany's chin and flicked the goo onto the sidewalk. "See, Ray? She all jizzy."
I started to walk forward but one of the two behemoths standing next to Ray inched forward and I froze.
"Is that true, white boy?" I nodded. "Your bitch sucked some black cock?" I nodded. "Then, I think you owe me some money." He shifted the cane to his other hand. "You're intruding on my business."
"Hey, man, anything you want." I dug into my pocket and took out two fifty-dollar bills and calmly handed them to him. "You think you can use her?" I asked.
"You tryin' to do business with me?" he laughed.
"You think you can use her?" I repeated.
He gave me a big grin and stepped back. Before I knew what happened, he jabbed the end of his cane into my belly and I doubled over again. "That's for pulling a knife on Keesha." He started walking away then stopped. "Come back next Friday, maybe I can find something for her to do."
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I spent the next hour letting Tiffany get used to walking around with the littlest dildo up her ass. I paraded her in and out of coffee shops and bars, clothing stores and shoe stores, always making her stand and sit, letting her body gradually adjust to the six-inch invader. We walked into a jewelry store and I watched the security guard follow us as we went from case to case, looking at rings and necklaces, Tiffany "oooh"-ing and "aaaah"-ing the diamonds and gold. I considered having Tiffany steal something, knowing she'd be caught, knowing she would be treated like a cheap street thief, taken downtown, thrown in the holding cell with the other streetwalker. The fantasy ran through my mind but I rejected it. I had other plans for her.
It was nearly eight o'clock. I realized we hadn't eaten since before noon. I found a take-out BBQ restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard and steered her into it. She complained, said that she didn't eat BBQ. I told her to shut up and sit on one of the stools facing the window. I brought her a tray of ribs and we went back out. I turned into a side street and handed her the tray and told her to start walking and eating. She wrinkled her nose but took a bite. She was less than halfway down the block before the men started showing up. A gang of six of them circled around her like sharks, taunting and yelling. She kept walking but her hands were shaking. She had sauce smeared across her mouth and down her chin. She did her best to flirt, laughing and joking, trying to defuse the situation. But it didn't take long before they took her into an alley. I needed to make sure my investment was safe, so I ran down the street. When I came up behind them, I saw that she was down on her knees, sucking one of them them and jerking off two more with her hands. They saw me but I raised my hand and said, "just watching." The first three came at nearly the same time, spraying their cum all over her face and hair. The other three took their places while I shared the remaining ribs with the man whose cock she'd been sucking.
When they finished, she was soaked all the way down to her chest. I told her to push it all upward into her hair. When she was done, it was soaking damp and glistening. I took half a dozen shots, these would look good in my "just in case I need to remind you" collection.
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I took her to a club on Santa Monica and paid two of the girls two hundred dollars each to teach her to pole dance. They took her into the back room and started taking off her clothes, but I told them to leave her the way she was. I expected her to put up a struggle but she was defeated. She'd sucked so much cock that day, swallowed so much cum, it was like she was a different person. One of the dancers sniffed her hair and whispered to the other. She did the same and they started talking about her. Tiffany was crying, muttering, "he made me do it..he made me do it," but they ignored her.
When the music started again, they walked her out on stage and started kissing her, rubbing their hands all over her body. Suzi helped her wrap her leg around the pole while Lulu showed her how to lick it like a huge golden cock. The room was full of men who kept yelling for her to take off her clothes. She started grinding her crotch against the pole and they cheered. "Cum, you slut!" She came quickly, a big damp spot forming between her legs. She was juicing heavy, between all the faces, the attention the girls were giving her, and the humiliation of having the small cock up her ass, her body was completely aroused and she was its slave.
She danced for two songs -- nearly ten minutes -- before they walked her offstage, limp and exhausted from nearly continuous orgasms.
"Take the bitch to the back room," I heard the club owner grunt to the girls. I paid him the hundred we'd agreed on and a steady stream of men followed us down the hallway. She sucked another eight men before I took her back to my hotel room to collapse on the floor and sleep, wondering what tomorrow might bring.
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Tiffany woke up and tried to roll over. The costume was still on and the huge ass and padded top weighed her down. She ran her hand over her face and hair and started crying. The crusty residue from last night flaked off in her hand.
"Why?" she whispered, looking up at me with her big, seductive eyes.
"Go make me a cup of coffee," I said. She got up and walked into the hallway, looking for the kitchen. She put on water and searched for a cup. I'd left a bottle of instant coffee on the counter -- I didn't plan on drinking it anyway -- and she unscrewed the cap. There was nothing for her to do while the water boiled so she just stood and stared into the cup, lost in thought. I stayed halfway down the hall, I wanted to watch her, watch her as she contemplated her new life.
The water finally boiled. Tiffany scooped two spoons of instant into the cup then poured the water, gave it a few stirs and lifted it up.
"That's fine," I said, walking into the kitchen. "Put it down, we have somewhere to be."
"May I take a shower?" she asked in a quiet voice that told me she already knew the answer. I just walked out of the apartment, leaving the door behind me open for her to follow. I heard her pull it closed and she followed me down the hall.
"David? I need to use the bathroom."
"Later," I said, punching the button for the elevator and waited. "How does your ass feel?"
I saw her face change slightly and realized right away what had happened. Her body had adjusted, she'd forgotten it was there.
"What did you think that feeling was? When you stood up? When you walked to the kitchen?"
"I...thought I had to...to..."
"To use the toilet?" I asked. The elevator door slid open. There were two people inside. Tiffany froze and I nudged her gently forward. The woman pushed herself into the corner as tightly as she could, her eyes widening. The man, on the other hand, looked her up and down, his eyes always locking on her cleavage. I smiled at him and spanked Tiffany on the ass twice, then cupped her bottom in my hand. He smiled and nodded back. When the woman got off the elevator, I handed him a card with "Tiffany" and a fake number on it. He smiled.
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"David, Sir! Oh God, please, no, please..." Tiffany kept up the refrain from the moment the taxicab dropped us off on campus, during the entire walk across the commons, and all the way to her dorm room. "What if Kaitee is there? What if someone sees me? What if...?" on and on and on.
The campus was empty, even for a Sunday morning. Tiffany kept looking from side to side but nobody recognized her. A few groups of students saw her and stared or whistled but nobody approached us.
Her dorm room was on the third floor. When we got to the top of the stairs, she fell on her knees and wrapped her arms around my legs. I had to admire her persistence. Giving it one last shot. She stroked my cock with her hand, promised me everything she could imagine, swung the earrings for me, raised her arm and said, "look, the tattoo, David, the tattoo. You've already marked me, David. What if Kaitee is home? It will destroy me!"
I let her go on until she accepted that it was having no effect then calmly walked down the hallway to her room.
"Knock," I said.
She raised her hand timidly and tapped lightly. "Nobody's here, we should..." was as far as she got before the door swung open.
Kaitee was amazing. She played "shocked" and "horrified" and "disgusted" overlaid with "concerned for her friend" and "puzzled" and "speechless". Tiffany bought it hook, line, and sinker and burst into tears, throwing herself through the door and running to her room. She didn't close the door and we saw her fall on the bed and curl into a ball.
"Enough of that for now. It has had its effect," Kaitee said to me. "Give her ten minutes then proceed with your plan. I like it. Keep updating me daily." She took a small, stylish jacket off a hook on the door, gave me a peck on the cheek, and took off down the hall. I watched her. She was every bit as hot as Tiffany and more. She had a little more meat on her bones and her face told me she didn't just tease. I shuddered when I considered that Tiffany would one day be this woman's absolute slave. It would be a very, very tough life.
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