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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Outside it was late morning and the temperature was climbing with the city still in the grip of a heat wave. Inside, however, it was cool and pleasant. The sounds of the traffic one story below were muffled by the closed windows and the steady hum of the new air conditioner.
Soon after their return from the audition at the penthouse apartment of Roger Gray, Natalie and Danessa took some of their earnings and bought the new air conditioner.
The teenager sat on the couch in sweat-pants and a tee shirt now, soaking up the refreshing chill and trying to think of something other than how they were able to pay for it. Watching a rerun of an old episode of The Malarkeys wasn't helping.
Natalie had left for work hours earlier. She knew better than to quit her menial job until the movie parts became a reality. She prided herself on her practicality as well as her acting ability.
When the phone rang, Danessa hurried to answer it. Hopefully it would be the call she'd been waiting for for the past six years: an opportunity to return to acting. She'd done the hard part to earn this one, she thought. Degrading herself along side her mother as the powerful white producer used them like a couple of ghetto whores.
"Hello?" she answered it expectantly.
"Hey, Nessa!" said the voice of her cousin, Rolonda.
"Hey, Londa," replied Danessa, disappointed.
"Wha's wrong, girl?" asked Rolonda. "Ain't you happy to be hearin' from me?"
"It ain't that," answered Danessa. "I's jus' waitin' fo' a call. Mama an' me had a audition yesterday an' I's hopin' to be hearin' somethin' back."
"A audition!" exclaimed Rolonda. "You ain't tol' me 'bout no audition!"
"It came up kinda sudden," said Danessa.
"I's comin' right over, girl!" said Rolonda excitedly. "You is gonna tell me all 'bout it! I ain't wanna use up my minutes talkin' on da phone."
"'kay, Londa," Danessa agreed. "Come on up, girl."
"Bye, Nessa."
Only a few minutes elapsed before Rolonda was knocking on the apartment door. Danessa opened it and felt the hot air in the hallway blasting in.
Rolonda was dressed in black skin tight Capri slacks and a pink top that was at least a size too small for her with "Princess" spelled out in glittering script across it. It wasn't clear to Danessa if it was intended to be a bare midriff top, but the big girl's belly button was peeking out.
"Damn! It's col' in here!" exclaimed Rolonda. "You finally got da AC fixed! If I'd a knowed dat, I'd a been over here sooner!"
"Yeah, after we got back from da audition, we went out an' got a new one," Danessa informed her. "Mama say how she wanted to have somethin' new to show for it."
"I ain't git it, girl," said Rolonda, puzzled. "Show fo' what? You was sayin' how you ain't got word back yet. You got some part already?"
"Not exactly," replied Danessa. "It's kinda funny how it happened. See, this producer, he paid us fo' the audition. I ain't never heard o' nothin' like that before, but that's how it was."
"What you hafta do fo' it?" Rolonda asked suggestively. "Blow him?"
Danessa's face reddened with embarrassment.
"You didn't!" exclaimed Rolonda. "I's jus' playin' wit' you, girl! Now, you playin' wit' me back, right?"
"I'll tell you what happened," said Danessa.
"Mama come home the other day tellin' me how she got a call from our agent 'bout some personal appearance or some kinda shit like that. She went to meet some producer an' he say how he's makin' some kinda movie an' how he maybe wants me in it. He even say how he maybe wants Mama in it, too. So, he wantin' me an' her to audition fo' it.
"He say how this movie got nude scenes an' shit so we gotta kinda show off our stuff fo' him fo' the audition. I ain't wantin' to do it, but Mama say how she be wantin' to be in a movie an' how this producer 's gonna pay us twen'y five hun'red dollars jus' fo' the audition.
"Sounds like he be payin' fo' a live strip show, girl!" said Rolonda. "But he payin' enough to git it!"
"Yeah, he got it," Danessa told her. "Oh, an' he say to her how the part he want me fo' starts off young. Same age as I was on The Malarkeys. So he want me to act that age fo' the whole audition."
"What?" Rolonda exclaimed, a smile creeping across her face. "You tellin' me he had you actin' like some li'l teenager showin' off her stuff fo him? Dayum, girl! Dat's nasty! An' kinda hot, too."
"It was embarrassin', Londa," said Danessa. "We went an' bought some kinda school uniform fo' me to wear an'... uh... Mama... she... shaved my coochie."
"You sure you ain't jus' playin' wit' me, Nessa?" asked Rolonda, grinning. "You jus' playin', right? You jus' tryin' git me all hot 'fore you start bustin' up, ain't you?"
"I ain't playin'!" insisted Danessa. "No shit. That's what happened. Anyways, we go on over to his place. He got some kinda penthouse downtown. An' he got some kinda assistant workin' fo' him. A black girl 'bout thirty. She be talkin' white when she come pick us up. But, when she gits wit' this producer she sounds like some ghetto nigga! I ain't never heard o' nothin' like that!"
"No?" replied Rolonda. "Some white mens jus' love hearin' dat ghetto talk. Gits 'em fired up as hell, girl! I knows dat fo' a fact!"
"You prob'ly right," Danessa allowed. "'Cause Mama tol' me to be talkin' all country fo' him, too. I figure it jus' fo' the part. Anyways, when that girl starts talkin', right away I's trippin'. But, Mama jus' does the same an' the producer's jus' eatin' it up.
"After the girl leaves, he gits right down to business," she continued. "He had pull my panties down to my knees an' hol' up my skirt."
"I bet he liked dat shaved coochie!" grinned Rolonda. "Dey al'ays do!"
"Oh, yes," agreed Danessa. "He had Mama liftin' my top up an' showin' off my titties."
"Yo' mama!" cried Rolonda. "Dat man is freaky, girl! I love it!"
"After that he has me take my skirt off an Mama take off my top," Danessa went on. "Then he havin' her strip, too. Gits both of us on our knees an' sticks his dick in Mama's mouth. She starts suckin' on him good, too."
"Dayum!" exclaimed Rolonda. "Watchin' yo' mama suckin' white dick! Dat's jus' too freaky!"
"Then I gotta suck it, too," added Danessa, embarrassed. "He stuck it in so far I's gaggin' on it. Mama's tellin' me how to do it. I's tellin' you, Londa, it had me trippin'. After a couple o' minutes, he stuck it back in her mouth an' jus' fucked her face."
"Wow," Rolonda responded, shifting in her seat. "It ain't easy picturin' Nattie wit' some white dude face fuckin' her! I ain't think she be sittin' still fo' dat kind o' shit!"
"She do it if she want somethin' bad enough," said Danessa. "An' she want this part bad. She sat still fo' that. She sat still when he pulled his dick out an' busted a nut all up in her face. I ain't never gonna forgit how she looked wit' that white man's spunk drippin' off o' her smilin' face while he be countin' the money into her hands like she some kinda ho. An' me kneelin' naked right next to her. Like I's some kinda ho, too."
"Suckin' dick an' gittin' paid fo' it is what ho's do, Nessa," Rolonda pointed out. "Ain't no shame in it. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Was it really dat bad?"
"It was humiliatin'," Danessa told her. "An' I was ashamed. Not fo' what I done so much. But... I kinda..."
"Kinda what?" asked Rolonda, her smile returning.
"I kinda got turned on by it," Danessa admitted. "It was so nasty. Actin' like a fourteen year ol' fo' some ol' white man. Havin' my mama there wit' me. Watchin' her suck dick an' take a load in her face. It was so embarrassin', but I couldn't help gittin' turned on."
"I know jus' how you feel, Nessa," Rolonda said. "Dere's dis white man I met when I's tryin' out to be in dat rap video. I tol' you 'bout dat when I done it. An', you 'member I ain't git in. But, I ain't tell you 'bout da white man I met."
"I ain't seen him at da tryout, but after dat, he come up to me an' asked if I wanted to make some money. I tol' him I does. Well..., he real nasty, girl. At first, I's kinda scared, but I want da money. Later... I kinda got turned on."
"You let some white man git nasty wit' you fo' money?" asked Danessa, surprised. "You ain't never tol' me that!"
"I's only tellin' you now 'cause now you kin un'erstan' how I feels," explained Rolonda. "You know how it be to git paid fo' it an' still git off on it."
"It ain't like I did it fo' the money, Londa!" objected Danessa. "I did it fo' the part. It was a audition not a trick! 'Sides, I ain't get no money. After we got the new air conditioner, Mama paid Mister Kincaid his ten percent an' used the rest to pay down her Master Card."
"You ain't got no money after puttin' out dat way!" exclaimed Rolonda. "Dat ain't right, girl! You should o' got somethin'. Even if it only some o' it. Nattie got a right to some an' I guess you gotta pay yo' agent. But, you gotta dit somethin'!"
"Well, I ain't git shit," said Danessa. "Now, tell me 'bout yo' nasty white man!"
"Oh, so you int'rested now?" replied Rolonda coyly. "You sho'? It's nasty fo' sho'."
"Yeah, I's int'rested," Danessa told her, exasperated. "I tol' you my story. Now you gots to tell me yours."
"A'right," Rolonda agreed. "I tell you."
"I went fo' this tryout fo' some rap video. 'bout a year ago. I mean, I got a cousin in show bidness, so why not me? I git down to dis place an' dere gotta be fifty niggas all waitin' to try out, most of 'em skinny ass bitches.
"I's already thinkin' a big girl ain't got much chance so I's wearin' dem black stretch short shorts I got an' my white tube top. Nothin' else. No bra. No panties. Jus' dat an' my sneaks. I figured one look at my girls, an' dem rappin' niggas be wantin' me shakin' my stuff in a video.
"When I's dancin' fo' 'em, dey sho' spent alot o' time lookin' an' I figure I's in. So, I's pissed as hell when dey say no. Well, I tol' dem mutha fuckas what dey could do wit' dey mutha fuckin' video an' got da fuck out o' dere.
"I's jus' 'bout to the door to da parkin' lot when somebody hollas at me. "Hey you! Big girl!" or some kinda shit like dat. So I stops an' turns 'round to see what kinda mutha fucka be callin' me dat.
"I's su'prised as hell to see it's some fat white man wit' a comb over in a fancy suit. What da fuck is he doin' here? What do he want wit' me? He ain't no rap video producer, dat's fo' sho'. I ain't even seen him at da try out.
"He say he watchin' me on da monitor an' he say I's da hottest girl dere an' he say how he'd pick me in a second. I like hearin' dat, but I still ask him who he is. He say he's some kinda tax accountant or some kinda shit like dat. He workin' fo' da' record label an' saw what went down.
"When I ask him what he want wit' me he asks me if I wanna make a hun'red bucks. I ask him what I gotta do fo' it an' he tell me he wanna git freaky wit' me. I kinda laugh 'cause it's funny as hell to have some fat ol' white tax accountant tellin' me he wanna git freaky.
"I ask him jus' how freaky an' he says we gotta talk outside. He walks wit' me to my car an' tells me how he wants to tie me up an' git his freak on wit' me. I ask him jus' what is gonna do wit' me when he got me tied up. He says he wants to git me naked an' jus' look at me an' touch me. He say not to worry 'cause he ain't gonna fuck me or nothin' like dat.
"I says hell no, I ain't doin' dat fo' no hun'red! So he ask how much an' I say two hun'red an' he better not be lyin' 'bout not fuckin' me. He says okay an' he wants to meet me in a hour at da Starlight Motel, dat place right at da edge o' da hood.
"Are you crazy, Londa?!" exclaimed Danessa. "Meetin' some stranger he can tie you up an' then "jus' look at you"! He coulda been some kinda maniac! He mighta raped you o' worse!"
"You had to see him, girl," replied Rolonda. "He looked rich. Expensive suit. Manicure. Hair ain't so hot, all combed over an' shit like nobody could tell he bald. Don't un'erstan' what mens got 'bout bein' bald. Bald man looks fine to me. Anyways, he's fat an' middle aged an' sho' looked like some tax accountant or whatever he say he was. He ain't scary lookin' or nothin'."
"So I goes to da Starlight an' wait in my car. Sho' enough, he drives up in a new silver Lexus. Him an' da car look out o' place there. I figures he ain't wanna be seen by nobody what knowed him. He ain't want nobody knowin' how he be gittin' his freak on wit' some big ass black girl.
"He goes in to da office an' comes out wit' da key. He gits some kinda overnight bag outta his car an' looks aroun'. He sees me an' motions fo' me to come wit' him. I gits out o' my car an' goes wit' him up to da room. He ain't say nothin' 'til we inside.
"He opens up his bag an' takes some kind rope or clothesline or somethin' out. He says fo' me to turn aroun' an' put my hands 'hind my back. I does like he say, an' he ties my wrists together. I tells him "don't forgit you ain't s'posed to be fuckin' me." He say he ain't gonna fuck me, he jus' wants to play wit' me a li'l.
"He tells me to turn back aroun' an' when I does he got this red rubber ball wit' a black leather strap on it. Then he jus' take it an' shoves it in my mouf! Kin you believe it! 'Course I try to say somethin', but my mouf is stuffed full o' dis fuckin' rubber ball an' can't say shit. He buckles it behind my head an' say how dat 'll shut me up.
"Dayum, Londa!" Danessa interrupted. "He didn't tell you 'bout that, did he? You musta been scared!"
"No, he ain't say nothin' 'bout no gag," Rolonda replied. "An', yeah, I was a li'l scared then."
"He had my hands tied behind my back an' dat ball stuffed in my mouf. I couldn't scream or say shit an' I couldn't push him away or hit him or nothin'. He could pretty much do what he liked wit' me den.
"First thing he do is tell me what a dumb nigga I is fo' comin' dere wit' him an' lettin' him tie me up, 'cause now I's he'pless an' he can do what he likes. 'Course I's gittin' mo' scared 'cause he ain't be actin' dis way 'fore den. Now, I's also gittin' a li'l turned on, too. I mean, here is dis white man 's got me all he'pless like he say an' he really kin do whatever da fuck he wants.
"Den he ask me if he right 'bout me bein' a dumb nigga. Now, I's kinda pissed hearin' dat, but dere ain't nothin' I kin do 'bout it. I can't say shit. I figure I betta jus' nod like I's agreein' wit' him. Den he jus' up an' spit in my face!
"He didn't!" blurted Danessa. "That's jus' nasty!"
"Well, he sho' did," said Rolonda. "An' it was nasty. An', maybe I's nasty, too, 'cause when he did it I felt it 'tween my legs. I's even hopin' he do it again."
"You mean you liked havin' some fat white man spit in yo' face?" asked Danessa. "It's disgustin' an' degradin'! How could you like it?"
"I ain't know why," Rolonda answered. "I jus' knows how I felt. Hearin' him call me a dumb nigga fo' comin' dere an' hearin' him tell me how I's he'pless an' how he can do what he like an' den he proves it by spittin' right in my face! It sounds disgustin', I know. But it had my pussy buzzin', girl. An' I ain't want it to stop."
"I could feel myse'f droolin' down onto my chest. My tube top was soaked wit' it. An' I could feel da white man's spit running down my cheek, too. I felt like a dumb nigga, jus' like he said. But, 'stead of bein' shamed by it, it got me hot.
"Lookin' at his face, I could tell he's hot, too. His face was all red an sweaty. He took off his suit jacket an' took off his neck tie. Den he grabbed my tube top an jus' lifted it up! My titties jus' flopped out.
"Dere was a mirror on da wall I could see myself in, an' what I looked like was real embarrassin', too. Face all distorted, lips stretched, droolin' like a baby, an' now my titties hangin' out wit' my hands tied behind my back. He got me under control an' I's lovin' it.
"He tell me how he like my "big nigga jugs" an' starts gropin' on 'em. He ain't gentle wit' 'em neither. He took a handful in each hand an' jus squeezed on 'em hard. It hurt an' I tried to tell him to stop, but I ain't say shit wit' that damn ball gag on.
"I ain't really want him to stop, I jus' ain't want him thinkin' I's da kind o' girl who like it rough. It hurt, but it felt good, too. He pinchin' my nips an' twistin' on 'em an I kin feel it in my pussy each time.
"When he pulled down my shorts he say what a slut I is fo' not wearin' panties. I's embarrassed, but I like hearin' him say it. He tried to put his hand 'tween my legs, but I ain't let him 'cause I ain't want him to know how wet I is.
"Well, he ain't like dat one bit an' up an' slapped my face! I's su'prised as hell dat dis fat white man have da balls to slap a nigga!
"Slapped you?" Danessa asked, incredulous. "I can't believe he'd do that! That ain't right! You didn't agree to that kind of rough stuff."
"No, I ain't say he could," allowed Rolonda. "But, I ain't say he couldn't. Now, Nessa, I hope you ain't thinkin' too bad 'bout me when I tells you I liked it. It ain't easy to 'xplain, but it was all 'bout him controllin' me.
"When I's younger I used to fantasize 'bout some man all hot fo' me takin' me an' doin' what he wanted wit' me. Da closer I got to cummin', da nastier I be fantasizin'. Now I's gittin' it fo' real an' even though I's a li'l scared, it's got me mo' turned on 'n I kin 'member.
"Anyways, he slapped me right on da face, hard, an' tell me I better open my legs up or he gon' slap da shit out o' me. I ain't know if he'd do it, but I opened 'em up. Main reason I do dat is 'cause my coochie wanna be touched bad.
"Kin you belive it, girl? I had da hots fo dat fat ol' white man! I's hopin' he reach 'tween my legs an' play wit' my stuff! I mean I ain't give a man like dat a second look an' her I is, he'pless an' controlled by him!
"He put his hand 'tween my legs an' right away he's grinnin'. "You soaked, you fuckin' nigga slut ho," he tells me. "You love it!" I's so embarrassed cause now he know what I is. Hell, he tol' me what I was, a fuckin' nigga slut ho. Dat's jus' what I was at da moment.
"He starts playin' wit' my coochie an' damn, do it feel good! I ain't even care what he think no mo'. I start humpin' on his hand tryin' to rub my clitty on somethin'... anythin'... to git off. He take his hand right away den an' I's jus' humpin' in da air. It was humiliatin' fo' me to have him see me dat way. But, dat jus' made it even worse. I's a nigga in heat, girl. Ain't no other way to 'xplain it.
"He put his hand up in my face. I kin see it's all shiny wit' my slime an' I kin smell it, too. Den he wiped his hand off on my face. All I kin smell is coochie 'cause he make sure to wipe some under my nose. I felt like a slut.
"Den he pushed me over on da bed on my back. He come aroun' to da foot of da bed an' grabs my shorts an' yanks 'em all da way off. I ain't comfortable what wit' my hands tied, but I ain't give a shit. I figured he gonna fuck me an' I want it bad. I ain't never wanted no dick so bad as right den an' dere. It was so nasty but all I kin think of is havin' him take me an' use me.
"You wanted him to fuck you?" asked Danessa. "After all he done?"
"Hell, yes!" Rolonda answered. "What he done made me feel like a bitch in heat, girl. An' a bitch in heat wants to be fucked. Right den, da nastier he got, da more turned on I was. If you ain't un'erstands it, it ain't easy 'xplainin' it."
"Once he git up on da bed wit' me, he unzipped his pants an' pulls his dick out. I's thinkin' he gonna put it in me, but no, he jus' starts strokin' it with one hand an' gropin' my titties wit' da other.
"He tellin' me what a nigga I is an' I's spreadin' my legs wide as I kin tryin' to git him to fuck me. He did play wit' my coochie some, but it ain't enough to cum. He's jus' playin' wit' it cause he liked doin' it. He ain't give a shit 'bout gittin' me off. An' dat jus' got me hotter!
"When he got close to cummin', he moved over an' was kneelin' right next to my head. I could see him strokin' his dick up close. It was leakin' dat clear thick shit an' it was drippin' on my face. I couldn't git out da way 'cause it was so close.
"I heared him grunt an' moan an' he busted his nut all in my face. I ain't never seen so much spunk comin' out o' man's dick 'fore dat, but I ain't never had such a close up look 'fore, neither. It was so fuckin' nasty. So fuckin' hot!
Somehow, the way Rolonda was telling the story had Danessa thinking about how Natalie reacted when Roger Gray came all over her face. It was also making the teenager absent mindedly squeeze her thighs together while she was listening.
"After it was over, he he'ped me back up so's I's sittin' on da edge of da bed wit' his spunk drippin' off my face. Den he makes me stand up an' he walks me over to da mirror an' look at myse'f. I's a fuckin' mess. A fuckin' cum covered mess.
"He tol' me, "dat's what nigga is good fo'. Takin' a white man's load. You un'erstan' me, nigga?" I jus' nods my head an' more spunk runs off onto my titties. I's already thinkin' I's gonna have to git myse'f off 'fore I even git outta da room. My coochie gots to git some 'tention!
"Finally, he unbuckles dat ball gag an' pops it out o' my mouf. I start workin' my jaw 'cause it's kinda stiff an' sore from bein' stuffed full dat way. He starts goin' round behind me an' I knows he gonna untie me. If I want some dick, I gots to think fast.
"'Fore he kin start on da rope, I says, "ain't you gonna fuck me?"
"He stops an' says, "I tol' you I weren't gonna fuck you. I ain't no liar."
"So I says, "It ain't like I kin stop you if you do. You got my hands tied behind my back so I can't push you away. If you wanna rape me, ain't nothin' I kin do 'bout it."
"I kin see his pants startin' to bulge, so I knows he's gittin' heated up again. Not bad fo' a forty year ol' fat man who jus' busted a nut. 'Course I like to think I had a li'l to do wit' it!
"I says, "Tell me you ain't wanna rape a nigga bitch. Tell me you ain't wanna jus' shove me on da bed wit' my ass up an' jus' plow yo' big fat white dick into my nigga hole. If you done dat, I jus' got to take it. I ain't gonna tell nobody. I's jus' a nigga. You a white man. I came up here on my own an' let you tie me up. Ain't nobody gonna believe me if I say I's raped.
"By den, his dick's at attention, girl! An' I kin tell he knows I want it an' want it bad. An I know he want it, too. Next thing I knows, he turns me aroun' facin' da bed an' pushes me up on it.
"I figure he ain't mind if I he'p out so I gits my knees under me an' pushed my black ass up in da air, spreadin' my legs wide. Ain't no doubt he kin see my coochie, spread ass, an' tied hands. I's like a bitch dog wantin' to be mounted.
"When da bed sagged, I knowed I's gittin' what I wanted. He shoved dat dick right in my hole an' started humpin' me hard. I weren't long 'fore he starts slowin' down so I's give him some encouragement.
"I tells him, "You like rapin' nigga bitches? You like jus' shovin' yo' big white dick up in dere black holes if'n dey likes it o' not? You like rapin' dis nigga bitch? You like jus' takin' dis nigga an' usin' her coochie like it your property?"
"Dat done da trick! He's back to bangin' da shit out o' me an' I kin feel it comin' on. I kin tell it's gonna be a big one, too!
"I's cryin' out, "harder, boss, harder! Rape dis fuckin' nigga bitch! Rape her good!"
"I feels him jam his dick all da way in and but his nut in me. Dat put me right over da top! I ain't never cum so hard. My coochie was on fire. It kep' up squeezin' dat white man's dick all on it's own. It ain't stop fo' a few minutes.
"Dayum, Londa!" Danessa spoke. "I ain't know what a freak you is!"
"Me?" laughed Rolonda. "From what you was tellin' me, you a freak, too, girl! I weren't lookin' fo' what happened wit' him. But, once it got started, I gots carried away. I jus' wanted it harder an' nastier. An' when it was over, I knowed I had to git it agin."
"So, finally, I feels him gittin' up. He picked up my shorts off da floor an' used 'em to wipe off his dick. He zipped up his pants an' came aroun' da side o' da bed. He he'ped me to sit up an' den to stand. My legs was shakin' an' I could feel his spunk leakin' out o' my hole.
"He untied my hands an' I started to rubbin' on my wrists to git da circulation goin' agin. I seen him git his wallet out an' count out a couple hun'red dollar bills an' drop 'em on da bed. Den he starts headin' fo' da door.
"I stops him sayin, "wait a minute, mista. If you gits any notions 'bout rapin' a nigga agin... Lemme give you my cell number." He waits while I writes my number down on a piece o' paper an' give it to him.
"He looks at it an' den at me. He smiles at me a li'l, but he ain't say shit. He jus' turns da knob an' walks out o' da room. By da time I's dressed an' go outside, his car's gone.
"Wow...," sighed Danessa, still rocking on her seat on the couch. "So, he ever call you?"
"A week later, he call me," Rolonda answered. "I been meetin' up wit' him ev'ry couple o' weeks an' pretty much doin' what he wants. An' what he wants is nasty, girl. An' dat's jus' how I want it, too."
"An' he pays you?" asked Danessa.
"A couple hun'red dollars each time," replied Rolonda. "If you want, you kin meet him. I... uh... kinda tol' him I gots a li'l sister an' maybe my li'l sister be wantin' to make a li'l money, too. He tell me he give us five hun'red dollars fo' da both o' us to let him do like he wants wit' us."
"You tol' him 'bout me?!" Danessa wanted to know.
"No, not like dat," Rolonda assured her. "I's jus' sayin' to him how I gots a li'l sister. I ain't say it was you. Jus' dat she's fourteen an' real cute. Sometimes I be tellin' him 'bout my li'l sister while he fuckin' me. So, you wanna meet him? It's good money, Nessa. An' dere ain't no cameras so nobody's gonna know but us."
"He might still recognize me," said Danessa. "An' then word be out how Li'l Nessa's a ho now."
"He ain't know Li'l Nessa from any other nigga," Rolonda told her. "He asked once what my sister looked like. I tol' him how she look like dat Li'l Nessa from Da Malarkeys on TV. He say he ain't never heard o' it. I's tellin' you , girl. You should go wit' me an' meet him. Five hun'red dollars an' you git half fo' yo'se'f.
Danessa was sorely tempted to go with her cousin and meet this "nasty white man". He seemed safe enough in spite of what he did with Rolonda. Since her cousin was vouching for him, she figured he must be all right. Besides, the teenager resented the way Natalie hadn't let her have any of the twenty five hundred dollars they'd earned auditioning for Roger Gray. This time she'd have something to show for it.
"A'right," agreed Danessa. "I'll do it."
And, with her agreement, the former child star knew she was taking yet another step lower. There was no promise of a movie part here. Only money in exchange for services rendered.
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