Forced into a ghetto whore – Chapter 1

Back in the other room, after having cleaned her so she wouldn’t imagine what had happened, he lit a cigarette and watched the naked girl still lying on the bed. He’d just fucked a Playgirl! Well, not a Playgirl yet, but, surely, the most beautiful girl he’d ever had . Boy, did he like her. No, not like: how much had he liked to abuse that bitch. And he loved the whorish garter belt and stockings she was wearing. A proper whore’s attire. I’d like to make it to her again, he thought. But he didn’t dare. If this one was a whore, instead of a Playgirl, it would be much easier. A few bucks, that’d be all. But this one wasn’t a whore: she had to ‘broken in’, before she could fuck for money.
A whore somebody was saying him if he knew a white whore, a few hours before Yes, Johnny. That weird Black drug-dealer. He was asking him a whore for his son’s birthday.
“For your son? Come on, Johnny, he’s still a kid”.

“Hey, white faggot, he’s my son, so at 15 he’s a man, clear? And I want a good birthday present for him. A white whore. He has to learn the ropes, getting in the women’s trade. Christ, better to be a pimp than be shot for fun”.
So, Johnny needed this girl. And Harry needed some cocaine. And he wanted to do something else to that girl, that was too beautiful to be left alone, but he knew he couldn’t do it alone. He needed the right help. He lifted the receiver and called a telephone number. “Johnny? Hi, Johnny, that’s your friend Harry. How much would you pay for a white girl?.”