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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
The Starlight Motel sounded alot more enchanting than it was. It was situated just outside the inner city neighborhood were Danessa lived, right on the main boulevard that ran through it. Rolonda pulled into the parking lot and parked next to a silver Lexus right in front of the stairs to the upper level of rooms.
After Danessa had made up her mind to join her in visiting him, Rolonda had no problem reaching Mister Johnson on the phone. The nasty tax accountant she'd met that day following the big black girl's failed rap video tryout was definitely still interested in meeting her younger sister.
The idea of once again playing the part of a fourteen year old in order to please some lecherous old white man was distasteful for Danessa. She was apprehensive about meeting Mister Johnson, given the white man's love of racial humiliation and rough sex. However,her share of the five hundred dollars mitigated the circumstances and the teenager was willing to do what she had to in order to earn the money.
Dressed in tight blue jeans and a lavender bare midriff blouse, Danessa followed behind her cousin as they walked up the steps to room two fifteen of the Starlight Motel. Rolonda was still wearing the black Capris and too small pink top with "Princess" emblazoned across it in glittery script. Her braless breasts jiggled with each step.
The teenager had been a little concerned when Rolonda had advised her to bring a change of clothes. Danessa wondered what might happen to necessitate using them. Nevertheless, she carried a plastic shopping bag with her sweat pants and a tee shirt inside.
Rolonda knocked on the door and Danessa looked around. It seemed out of place, and more than a little naughty, to be visiting some place called the "Starlight" in the middle of the day. Of course the purpose of the visit was downright nasty.
A fat middle aged white man opened the door. Just as Rolonda had described him, Mister Johnson was well dressed in an expensive suit. He kept his thinning brown hair short except for the part he combed over his high forehead. He had a mustache that was going gray.
Mister Johnson looked the girls up and down before turning and wordlessly going back into the darkened room, leaving the door open. Rolonda followed him in. Danessa hesitated until her cousin looked back to see what was taking her so long.
"Close the door," ordered Mister Johnson.
Danessa pushed the door shut and looked around the room. She could barely see at first, after the bright daylight outside. Gradually her eyes became accustomed to the dimness and she saw a fairly non-descript motel room with two double beds and a table between them. Two cloth upholstered chairs and a low table were placed by the curtain covered window next to the door.
"So this is your little sister, eh?" asked Mister Johnson. "You sure she's fourteen?"
"Dat's right mista," Rolonda assured him. "Uh... Nee Nee ain't gonna be fifteen fo' a couple o' months."
Nee Nee? Naturally, Danessa remembered the childhood name Rolonda used to call her when they were little. It recalled innocent times and seemed a little out of place to hear it now under these circumstances, which were anything but innocent. But, she supposed Rolonda was simply protecting her identity as she passed off her famous eighteen year old cousin as her non-existent fourteen year old little sister.
"Okay," shrugged Mister Johnson. "So, Nee Nee... You do know why you're here?"
"Yeah," replied Danessa. "Lon... er... my sister tol' me you wanted to... uh... do stuff wit' me an' her together. Ain't dat right?"
"You do know what kind of stuff she was talking about?" Mister Johnson asked. "The kind of things I like to do aren't nice, Nee Nee. I like to be mean to colored girls. I like to make them do things they don't like. Since I'm paying good money for it, I expect them to do what I say. Do you understand?"
"Yeah...," answered Danessa. "I guess..."
"I'll demonstrate...," said Mister Johnson, turning towards Rolonda. "Get out of those clothes, bitch."
Rolonda pulled her tee shirt off, baring her plump breasts. She slipped off her sandals and took her slacks and panties off at once. Danessa was a little surprised by her cousin's eagerness to get naked in front of Mister Johnson. She was certainly giving the white man his money's worth.
"Pay your respects, nigger" ordered the fat man.
The big black girl got down on her hands and knees on the carpet. She leaned forward and placed her lips to Mister Johnson's wingtip shoe and kissed it. Danessa couldn't believe that Rolonda would prostrate herself before the white man, especially when being ordered to do so with such degrading terminology.
"That's enough," said Mister Johnson. "Get up on your knees now."
Rolonda sat back up on her knees, looking expectantly at Mister Johnson. Danessa wondered how the big girl was able to display such respectful obedience to the fat white man. But, there again was that tingle in her pussy. Just like when she watched Roger Gray direct her mother during the audition. She was ashamed, but even more ashamed of her own arousal than her cousin's willing self-debasement.
"See, girl?" Mister Johnson asked Danessa. "You think your big sister likes having to kiss leather and kneel before me? I like making her do it, and that's all that matters. It doesn't matter how nasty or humiliating it is, she does it."
"I see," admitted Danessa, embarrassed for her cousin as well as herself.
"I'm not sure that you do," Mister Johnson went on, turning his head towards Rolonda. "Pick up your panties, bitch."
The big black girl's clothing was in a pile next to where she knelt on the floor, so Rolonda was able to grab her panties without getting up. With a puzzled expression on her face she held the undergarment up in front of her, as if presenting it to Mister Johnson. Danessa wondered what perversion the white man had in mind for them.
"Put them over your head," commanded Mister Johnson. "I want the crotch right over your nigger face."
Her face flush with humiliation, Rolonda took hold of the waistband of her still warm panties and pulled them over her head. The fragrance of her own scent filled her nostrils. Danessa could see her cousin peeking out through the leg holes of her underwear.
There was no doubt in Danessa's mind about just how nasty the fat white man was. It was also obvious that Rolonda was just as perverted as he was for going along with it, paid or not. Her own physical reaction had her wondering about herself. It just wasn't reasonable for her to feel anything but repugnance at the scene.
"How 'bout that, girl?" asked Mister Johnson. "She's such a nigger that she'd wear her panties on her head in front of her little sister just because some nasty white man offered her a few bucks to do it. Pretty disgraceful isn't?"
Danessa didn't answer. Her face burning, she looked away from Rolonda's degradation. She hoped that they both thought she did so out of disgust at the sight, not because of her own shame at the twinges of arousal she felt between her legs.
"Wait 'til you see what's next," smirked Mister Johnson. Then to Rolonda he ordered, "Crawl to the bed, bitch. Get up on it. Face down. Ass up. Legs spread. I wanna see what I'm paying for."
Rolonda rolled forward onto her hands and knees and crawled to the nearest of the beds. Her panties still over her head, she climbed up on top of it and rested her face on the mattress. She knelt with her legs apart and her ass pushed up and out. Her bare pussy was clearly visible between her thick brown thighs.
"Presenting like a bitch in heat," Mister Johnson said with satisfaction. "Looks like big sister is a fat nigger whore. Take a close look between her legs, girl, and check out her cunt. Do it."
Danessa turned her eyes towards her cousin's fat black ass. She felt strange looking at her intimate parts. At first, she thought this was just another way for the fat man to humiliate them both. Then she noticed the white glob of thick liquid oozing out of the big girl's pussy. Rolonda was so aroused that she was creaming.
"Yep...," smiled Mister Johnson. "A nigger bitch in heat. You want some dick, bitch? Shake your booty if you wanna be fucked."
Rolonda wiggled her ass obscenely. Danessa felt her pussy twitching and her face growing warm.
"How about a kiss from little sister?" asked the fat white man. "I know you niggers don't have any shame about that kind of shit. Stick your face in there and give big sister a big kiss on her nasty nigger cunt."
Kiss Rolonda's pussy?! Danessa was horrified at the idea. She expected that the white man would make her suck his dick or even fuck her to fulfill his fantasy of using a young colored teenager. Disgusting as that was to her, she knew that she wasn't really underaged so it wasn't as bad as all that. But, putting her mouth on another woman's vagina, let alone her own cousin's, was too much. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way out of this without spoiling the deal.
"I gotta pee," said Danessa.
Stepping quickly towards the motel room's bathroom, the teenager hoped that this break from the action would get her out of having to go down on her cousin. Mister Johnson was so horny, he might just decide to stick his dick in Rolonda rather than wait for Danessa to return.
When she got to the bathroom, she discovered that wouldn't be the case. The fat white man was right behind her.
"I really gotta go, Mista," she said, her hand on the door knob.
"That's fine with me, girl," replied Mister Johnson with a grin. "Go ahead. I'll just watch."
"I gotta have some privacy," objected Danessa.
"Sorry," said Mister Johnson unapologetically, "but that's not the way it works. I'm paying, so I own you niggers for the afternoon."
Danessa was flabbergasted. Was the fat white man such a pervert that he really wanted to watch her pee?
"You expect me to pee while you're watching?!" asked Danessa, incredulous. "You really are nasty!"
"Yep," agreed Mister Johnson. "I told you so already. But, I don't care for your tone, little bitch. Just for that, you'll have to piss yourself. Either that, or go wait in the car while I use your sister. Naturally, I won't be paying your half of the money."
Piss herself! Now, that was outrageous, thought Danessa. Was it really worth her half of the five hundred dollars to humiliate herself that way? She remembered how Rolonda told her to bring a change of clothing with her and realized that her cousin knew he'd want to make her do something like this. She had said he was nasty, but this was beyond the pale.
On the other hand Danessa was tired of having no spending money whatsoever. Even the smallest luxuries were beyond her grasp. New clothes. Getting her hair and nails done. She hadn't forgotten how it had been during the years she was on The Malarkeys and she longed for just a taste of it.
The former star had humiliated herself during the audition for Roger Gray and had nothing to show for it. All it would take was to endure some more embarrassment that no one other than herself, Rolonda, and the nasty Mister Johnson would even know about it. Then she'd have two hundred fifty dollars to do with as she pleased.
Danessa looked away from Mister Johnson's grinning face and tried to relax. After about thirty seconds the trickle of urine started. She felt the warm wetness flow and soak into her jeans. The fat white man beamed as he watched the dark wet spot spread from the teenager's crotch.
"Happy now?" asked Danessa, looking back into his face.
"What a nigger!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Pissing your pants for a handful of money. And you think I'm nasty! Well..., maybe I am. Turn around so I can see the back."
The smell of her urine soaked jeans was heavy in the air as she turned around to give Mister Johnson a good look at her pissed in pants. The shame Danessa was experiencing at that moment was more than she'd expected. She felt like a nasty little girl. Or worse. She'd been a television star not so long ago. Now she was wetting herself for a pervert in a motel room for the price of a meal at one of the fancy restaurants she frequented in years past.
"Now pull your pissy pants down, girl," ordered Mister Johnson. "Then turn back around."
Her face burning, Danessa unfastened her wet jeans and pulled them down. Her nostrils flared at the smell. She had to turn around with small shuffling steps since her pants restricted her movement. She faced her tormentor with her bare pussy exposed.
"Bald cunt!" exclaimed Mister Johnson. "I love it! Now lift up the top so I can see your boobies. I bet they're just as nice as your cunt."
Hot with humiliation, the teenager picked up her blouse and lifted it up to her bra. Hooking her fingers underneath it, she pulled the bra and tee shirt up and over her breasts, quivering as they flopped into view.
"Not so snotty now, are you?" leered Mister Johnson. "This is how a nigger should be. Under control. Doing what she'd told and showing off the goods. You're learning."
Danessa said nothing, the anger and shame boiling inside her.
"Sit, bitch," Mister Johnson commanded.
Since she was standing directly in front of the toilet, she imagined he meant for her to sit there. As she lowered herself onto it, Danessa saw Mister Johnson unzip his fly and take his dick out.
"Don't move," he ordered.
Danessa couldn't believe it when she saw the stream of golden liquid start from Mister Johnson's dick and end between her teenaged tits. His piss hit her in the chest, soaking the tee shirt she was still holding up over her exposed breasts.
Slowly, Mister Johnson directed the flow up her body. Danessa flinched as his urine splashed on her pretty face. She was so shocked that she didn't move, disgusted as she was. He continued to hose her down until the stream of piss slackened as his bladder emptied. He stepped forward and shook the last drops off it onto her breasts.
"Get your pissy self cleaned up, little whore," Mister Johnson instructed her as he zipped up his fly. "I'll send in your big sister to help. When you come out you better be naked the ways niggers were intended. Got it?"
"Uh huh," replied Danessa softly as she slowly nodded.
"Good," he stated.
Mister Johnson left the room. Danessa remained seated on the toilet, her soaking wet tee shirt and bra up over her bare breasts and her pissed in pants down around her ankles. Droplets of urine covered her naked flesh and had even plastered her hair against her forehead. Rolonda found her just that way.
"Damn, Nessa!" exclaimed her cousin. "You a mess, girl!"
"That nasty mother fucker pissed all in my face!" complained Danessa. "He made me piss my pants. Then he took out his dick and pissed all over me!"
"He done me dat way, too," admitted Rolonda. "More 'n once, too."
"Yeah, but when he done it to me, he thinkin' I's some fourteen year ol'!" replied Danessa. "He ain't know I's eighteen. He so fuckin' nasty he'd do that to a fourteen year ol' girl!"
"Dat's why he payin' so much," Rolonda pointed out. "If all he wanted was some pussy, he ain't got no problem gittin' it fo' alot less 'n five hun'red dollars."
"How much he gotta pay you fo' it?" asked Danessa. "I saw what he made you do. An' I saw how you liked it! Made you crawl like a damn dog an' you git all fired up! Maybe you like him peein' on you, too."
"So what?" Rolonda answered. "He payin' da same if'n I likes it o' not. Git in da shower, Nessa. We gotta git you cleaned up."
Rolonda started the water in the tub and helped Danessa get her piss soaked clothing off. The teenager stood under the shower head while her cousin soaped her up. She had to admit to herself that having the older girl wash her felt good, especially when the washcloth went over her more sensitive parts.
"What's he gonna do next?" Danessa wanted to know. "He can't git much nastier than pissin' on me. Can he?"
"Dat's 'bout as nasty as he gits," replied Rolonda. "But, he do get rougher. I's su'prised he ain't slap you when ain't lickin' my cat like he said."
"I ain't gonna lick no girl's coochie!" exclaimed Danessa. "I ain't no lesbo!"
"You ain't mind it back when we was kids an' you sleepin' in my bed dat time!" countered Rolonda. "You ain't gonna tell me you forgot 'bout dat time."
"I remember," admitted Danessa. "But we was kids an' we was jus' foolin' around. That don't make you no lesbo."
"You ain't gotta be a lesbo to like eatin' pussy," said Rolonda knowingly. "An' you sho' ain't gotta be no lesbo to be likin' havin' yo' cat licked by a girl."
Rolonda moved the washcloth between Danessa's legs and rubbed firmly.
"Oh!" gasped Danessa.
"See?" smiled Rolonda. "Feels good, don't it?"
"Stop it!" protested Danessa. "I can't help how it feels."
Giving her cousin one last playful stroke, Rolonda put the washcloth down.
"You right 'bout dat," observed Rolonda. "Ain't none of us kin help how it feels. Sometimes shit feels good even if it's nasty. Sometimes, da nastier it be, da better it feels. An', if you gittin' paid an' gotta do it... Well, might as well lay back an' enjoy it."
"I don't wanna like it, Londa," Danessa objected.
"Dat's too bad," said Rolonda. "I's done. Rinse off so's we kin go back out. After ol' Johnson nuts we kin git paid an' git outta here."
"'kay," sighed Danessa.
The two girls returned to the bedroom to find Mister Johnson waiting for them. He'd removed his suit and tie and was now dressed only in a sleeveless undershirt, boxer shorts, and black socks. His eyes roamed hungrily over the bodies of the naked negro girls.
"All right, Nee Nee," he grinned, "get up on the bed and get on your back. Time for you to earn your money."
Danessa felt a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. The idea of having sex with the fat white man was not something she was looking forward to. However, she'd already allowed herself to be debased to such a a degree, so, what was one more humiliation? She climbed up on the bed and lay down as he instructed.
Mister Johnson stepped up to the bed and looked down at the teenager's nude body. Without warning he grabbed her wrist and wrapped a rope around it. After a few turns, he tied it off. Danessa tried to lift her arm, but apparently he'd fastened the other end of it under the head of the bed while she and Rolonda were in the bathroom. Panic rose inside her as he walked around to the other side of the bed and took hold of her free arm and secured it in similar fashion.
"Hey!" she protested. "What you doin' this fo'? I's doin' like you say."
Without answering, Mister Johnson produced a red rubber ball with a leather strap on it. Danessa recognized the ball gag that Rolonda had described. She looked towards her cousin, who was simply standing and watching her ordeal. The white man leaned over the helpless negro and stuffed the ball gag into her mouth, buckling the strap behind her head.
"I'd prefer to have a nice relaxing time with your body, Nee Nee," he explained. "This way you don't have to do anything except lay back and take it. No need to speak. You'll just be my little nigger fuck doll."
"Mmmff!" objected Danessa through the gag. "Mmmff!"
Mister Johnson picked up Danessa's foot and pulled her leg back over her head. Another length of rope was fastened under the head of the bed and he tied it around her ankle. He repeated the process with her other ankle, splaying the teenager's legs obscenely. Her naked vagina was exposed and vulnerable. She could feel her groin stretched and her legs were so far apart that her pussy lips were parted open.
"Now you're ready to be taken," said Mister Johnson, satisfied. "All I need to do is decide which hole I want to use. Both are quite available."
Danessa struggled in her bonds and tried to speak, but it was useless. She was tied fast and completely helpless. She was at the fat white man's mercy and he could do anything he wanted with her since she was powerless to stop him. Rolonda looked on wide eyed with a slight smile on her face. The teenager was shocked to realize that her cousin was feeling some excitement at her predicament.
"Suck me hard, bitch," Mister Johnson ordered Rolonda.
The white man waited while Rolonda knelt in front of him. She took his cock out of the fly of his boxer shorts and slurped it into her mouth. Danessa could hear the sloppy wet sounds of her cousin sucking Mister Johnson's dick. She could just see the big girl's head bobbing back and forth against the fat man's crotch.
"That's enough," he announced.
Turning to Danessa, Mister Johnson climbed up in the bed. From his knees he surveyed the scene. He drank in the image of the helplessly tied colored girl, her legs spread wide open, her most intimate parts on display for his enjoyment. His erection poked out through the boxer shorts' fly.
"Is you gonna fuck my li'l sista now, mista?" asked Rolonda in a sultry voice. "She ain't never done it wit' no grown man 'fore dis. She only fourteen. You be gittin' her cherry."
Danessa knew that this was part of the act that Rolonda was putting on for Mister Johnson's benefit. She was, in fact, eighteen years old and no virgin. Still, her cousins words had her imagining herself as a fourteen year old girl about to have her maidenhead forcibly taken from her. She struggled against her bonds anew, partly for dramatic effect and partly out of panic at her defenselessness.
"Mmmff!" she exclaimed into the ball gag. "Mmmff!"
Mister Johnson's face was red and sweat beaded on his bald forehead. Danessa could tell that he was consumed with lust for her and he'd be having his way with her naked body and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She was utterly helpless and she was already imagining what it was going to be like having the fat man penetrate her.
"Look, mista!" cried Rolonda. "She creamin' in her crack! She wants dat big white dick, mista! She wants it bad!"
Danessa was mortified. She could feel her juices flowing and was ashamed to know that both the nasty white man and her cousin could see the evidence of her arousal. How was it possible? He was disgusting!
"Go 'head an' fuck her, mista," Rolonda encouraged him. "She ain't nothin' but a nigga, anyhow. Fuckin' is what she fo'. Jus' like me. Go 'head an' take her cherry. It be 'bout time fo' somebody to take it. She already fourteen year old!"
The fat man positioned his erection over the helpless negro's vagina and drove it in hard. Danessa yelped into the gag and squirmed against her restraints. Mister Johnson seemed energized by the teen's struggles and began slamming his cock into her pussy.
"Dat's right, you ain't gotta be gen'le wit' no nigga," said Rolonda. "She kin take it. Ain't like she kin do nothin' but take it, anyhow. You kin fuck her hard as you want."
Sweat dripped off of him and onto the colored girl's face. Danessa could feel his breath on her as he panted with the exertion. To her shame, she was feeling pleasure mixed with the humiliation of being taken this way. After all, in reality, she knew she was a willing participant in this scene. And that made it even more disgraceful.
"You want me to lick yo' balls, mista?" asked Rolonda. "Or maybe lick on yo' asshole? Nee Nee's got a nice tight young pussy, but I kin make you feel even better. You want I should do dat, mista?"
"Yeah," grunted Mister Johnson. "Put that nigger mouth to work on me."
Danessa felt the bed sag and knew that Rolonda had climbed in, too. Mister Johnson moaned with gratification. The teen knew that her cousin was further pleasuring the fat man as he fucked her.
The scene was twisted to the extreme, thought Danessa. As far as the nasty white man knew he was fucking an underage girl while her sister not only encouraged him, but participated in the act by servicing him as he defiled the young teenager. The fact that she could feel an orgasm stirring inside her humiliated her and actually fed her arousal more.
"Uhhh..." groaned Mister Johnson, shoving his cock deep into Danessa's pussy. "Oh, fuck..."
The white man froze momentarily and Danessa felt him ejaculate in her vagina. In spite of the act she and her cousin were putting on, she was hardly inexperienced. However, she couldn't recall feeling any man cum inside her with such force. She could feel each blast of seed into her womb.
Danessa tried to look away from him. Mister Johnson was still panting and sweat was running off him into her face. She knew she was drooling, her saliva soaking the mattress next to her head. At last he lifted himself up and knelt between he splayed legs. She could feel his semen oozing out of her spread pussy lips and running down the crack of her ass, pooling on the bed-sheet under her. He looked down at her triumphantly.
"You fucked her good, mista!" Rolonda complimented him. "She's a lucky nigga to git her cherry took by a white man. Real lucky."
"You got that right," agreed Mister Johnson. "Now, clean the little bitch's hole up. Get with it."
Once again, the teenager squirmed helplessly. Rolonda climbed up between her spread legs and lowered her head to her crotch. Danessa felt her cousin's tongue on her sex. she shuddered involuntarily with pleasure.
Rolonda lapped the thick liquid from Danessa's pussy. She ran her tongue up from the crack of the teenager's ass, across her asshole, and up the length of her gash.
"That's it," said Mister Johnson. "Suck it out of her hole. Don't want to knock the bitch up."
Relieved that she was on birth control, Danessa was still chagrined at the notion of becoming pregnant as the result of her degradation. Rolonda's tongue felt so good on her pussy, especially when she drove it inside her at the white man's direction. Her lost orgasm was returning, to her embarrassment. Without realizing it, she was thrusting her hips into her cousin's face.
"She sure likes having big sister eat her out!" exclaimed Mister Johnson. "Look at the little bitch hump! What a nigger!"
To her shame, she couldn't help herself. It did feel good and she'd been left frustrated earlier. Danessa shook her head as if to deny the truth, but her body betrayed her. She moaned into the ball gag.
"Look at her!" he said gleefully. "She wants us to believe she doesn't like it! Get her off. Make her cum."
Rolonda started thrusting her tongue in and out of Danessa's pussy. The teenager was moaning non-stop with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. When her cousin started flicking at her clit, it was more than she could take.
"Mmmff!" screamed Danessa into the gag. "Mmmff! Mmmff!!"
Mister Johnson laughed as he watched her cum hard. Her cousin continued licking until the girl's moans subsided. After Danessa calmed, Rolonda sat up on her knees, her face shining with a combination of semen and pussy juice.
"Good job," allowed Mister Johnson. "Not bad at all."
Danessa saw that Mister Johnson had dressed during her ordeal. He took took his wallet out and got out their payment. He folded the bills over a few times as he approached the bed. He roughly grabbed one of the teenager's breasts with one hand and shoved the folded up bills into her gaping pussy with the other.
"Take the gag off her and hand it over," he ordered Rolonda. "Wipe the slobber off it first. You keep the ropes for next time."
Rolonda got up and moved to her cousin's side. She lifted Danessa's head and unbuckled the ball gag and took it out of her mouth. Wiping it off on the bed-sheet, she offered it up to Mister Johnson with both hands. He slipped it into his jacket pocket and headed for the door. In a moment, he was gone.
Danessa stretched the stiffness out of her jaw while Rolonda snatched the folded bills from her cousin's pussy. They were covered in her slime. She left them on the night-stand between the beds as she untied the girl.
Sitting up, Danessa rubbed on her wrists to get the blood flowing again. She was humiliated, disgusted, and ashamed. She'd allowed herself to be degraded beyond anything she'd imagined. Willingly posing as a fourteen year old, wetting her pants, letting a nasty fat man piss on her, and finally allowing herself to be tied up, fucked, and brought to orgasm by her cousin! She wasn't sure how she'd be able to face herself after this.
"Five hundred bucks, Nessa!" Rolonda exclaimed happily as she unfolded the money and counted it. "How 'bout that shit, girl!"
"I need another shower," said Danessa. "I got sweat all over me."
"He fucked you good, girl," Rolonda told her. "He sho' likes dat young stuff, don't he?"
"He's a pervert," replied Danessa. "He thought he was fuckin' some underage girl. Pretendin' to be rapin' her. He's a nasty ass, mutha fuckin' pervert."
"Yeah, he sho' is," said Rolonda. "An' you came like a mutha fucka yo' damn se'f! Don't you lie to me, girl. I knowed you did."
"I couldn't he'p it," mumbled Danessa.
The teenager returned to the bathroom and showered. She couldn't help it, she told herself as the water ran over her sore body. It was pure physical stimulation. Nothing she could do to stop it.
When she emerged into the room, her cousin was dressed. She'd layed out the tee shirt and sweat pants she'd brought along. Danessa put them on while Rolonda gathered the pissy clothes and put them in the shopping bag along with the lengths of rope the white man had used to secure her to the bed.
The two cousins walked out of the motel room into the daylight. Danessa blinked at the brightness. It was as if she was stepping out into another world. A world where the recent events had never taken place. She followed Rolonda down the steps to the car. The silver Lexus was nowhere to be seen.
Sitting in the front seat of the beat up Chevy, Rolonda handed Danessa three slimy bills. The girl was a little revolted by the feel of them as she unfolded the money. Three hundred dollars.
"Ain't we gonna split it?" asked Danessa.
Rolonda started the engine and glanced back at Danessa.
"Nah," she replied. "You earned the extra... Wanna go git some chicken? I's hungry."
"Sure...," said Danessa, still slightly dazed. "But, I ain't so hungry... Maybe I'll jus' have a coke or somethin'."
They pulled out of the parking lot and onto the boulevard, leaving the Starlight Motel in the rear view mirror. Danessa was happy to put it behind them.
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