Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 14:06:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Abbott <justinnewjersey@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Pimp, part 3

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It was sick, I know, but I went back and jerked off.  I started thinking
about the girl from the coffee shop, but then it morphed into her getting
fucked by ZeShaun.  Pretty soon I was the one getting it up the ass from
the black dude, although I blacked that part out as I came.

I slept until 3 PM the next day, and Robbie never showed up all night or
day.  I went out to eat, hung out at the coffee shop with Caitlin who I was
starting to think of as my girlfriend, and then left around six to get
cleaned up.

I knew I had to get over to ZeShaun's block by seven if I wanted to start
working again, and I doubted that he or his asswipe assistant was gonna
like it if I was late.  I decided to wear cargo shorts with boxers sticking
out, and a tight short sleeveless tee shirt.  My hair was down to my
shoulders these days, and I ran some BedHead shit through it before I went
out.  I was learning to dress the way the customers liked.

I actually got over there a little early- rare for me- and ZeShaun's man
was there waiting for me by the alley.  ZeShaun.  What kinduva fucked name
is that anyway?  I still didn't know his assistant's name, not that that
mattered.

"Good thing you showed up cocksucker.  Wouldn't want ZeShaun hafta go
lookin for you."

"Hey, knock off the cocksucker shit, man" I said.

Dude pulled a switchblade outta his basketball shorts so fuckin fast I
couldn't believe it.

"Learn this, cocksucker".  The blade was up against my crotch.  "I call you
what ever I want.  ZeShaun too.  You listen, do what we tell ya, and say
`yes, sir', got it?"

I wasn't gonna say `yes sir' to this shit for brains, so I nodded and said,
"I hear ya".

"Good.  Now that we got that settled, here's how it works."  He put the
blade away, and reached into his shorts.

"By the way, you liked this last night?"

"Yeah, sure" I said.

"Good.  Play your cards right and you can get another taste tonight.  Maybe
even drink some of my second hand beer.  Bet you'd like that, huh, faggot?"

"Yeah, no problem dude" I stammered.  Fuck if I was gonna let him put his
smelly dick in my mouth again tonight.  ZeShaun would stop that.

"Anyway, you stand out on the street, near the dry cleaner.  Walk back and
forth if you want.  Car pulls over, I come over and negotiate the
transaction.  I'll tell you what price we agreed to, and what the guy in
the car wants you to do to him, and how long he's got you for.  Got it so
far?"

"Yeah, ok dude."

"Then you get in.  When you're done, you have him drive you back near this
block, get out, find me, and bring me ZeShaun's cash."

"Sure, man, but how much do I keep and what does ZeShaun get?" I asked.

"You gotta pull at least three tricks a night.  First couple you blow the
customer.  That's seventy-five.  Last booty call you can get blowed if you
want.  That's a hundred.  You gotta give me fifty each time for ZeShaun.
You keep the rest, plus any tips you get.  Got it?"

"That's fuckin foul, dude" I started to complain.  But he pulled the knife
again and jammed it against my stomach.

"Faggot" he said, his voice rising, "you just get your ass out there and
start making money for ZeShaun or he's gonna come get you.  It ain't pretty
what he does to people.  I seen a pretty boy like you hold out on him and
he cut the bitch good so's he wasn't so pretty anymore.  Can you picture
it?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever" I kinda whispered, and he put the blade away again.
I walked across the street and stood by the dry cleaner's.  I could feel
the sweat on my balls from nerves and my pits were almost dripping.  Stupid
fuck.  Thinks he's tough cuz he gotta switchblade.  Ought tell him his
crotch smells and he's ugly.

It didn't take long before an Escalade pick up pulled over and asshole (as
I was starting to call him in my head) sauntered over and made a deal with
the driver.  He walked over, said, "Blow him.  Seventy-five."  I got in the
truck.

My first date in Florida.  Same as back in Philadelphia.  When we were
done, I got out a block away, walked back, and found asshole waiting for
me.

He walked by and said "Slip it to me real discreet like" and I gave him two
twenties and a ten.  Twenty-five bucks is all I had for a blowjob!

Around nine thirty I pulled another trick for ZeShaun.  I found asshole
waiting, and gave him ZeShaun's money.

Asshole disappeared for an hour, so I went and got a burger.  Around one he
motioned for me to get in a Honda.  "Blow your wad if you want.  It's a
hundred."

From 2 to 2:30 I just sat there, after giving asshole another fifty.
Finally he appeared again, but the cars cruising the block seemed to have
died out.

"ZeShaun wants to see you.  Follow me" he snarled, and spit near my feet.

I followed him, staying about ten feet behind.  In a block we were at an
alley, and he flipped out his cell and called ZeShaun.  "Got the new ho
outside, boss."

A garage door started to rumble up, like corrugated steel, and we stepped
into a big garage, like it could held six cars.  It was kinda divided up,
but a Jag convertible sat right inside.  Asshole hit a button and the
garage door went down.

"You want us to come back, boss?" asshole shouted.

"Yeah, bring the bitch back here wid ma money", ZeShaun said from behind a
partition.

I followed Asshole and saw that ZeShaun had a bitchin crib.  The place had
a kitchen back by the wall, and what must be a bedroom behind another wall
in the back.  But much of the rest of the room was a bunch of purple and
black leather sofas and chairs.  A big screen TV took up a wall, and two
white girls were going at it on the screen, tonguing each other's cunts.

`It's Goin Down' by Yung Joc was blasting outta some super big speakers.

"Gots my money?" ZeShaun said.  He was standing by the stereo, fiddling
with the speakers, a quart of OE800 in his hand.

Asshole approached ZeShaun, and handed him a wad of bills.  "What he made
plus them two drag queens and the other white boy.  Seven hundred all told,
boss."

"Das all?" ZeShaun asked, looking pissed.

"Bitch here pulled three tricks.  The drag queens had a short night, boss."

"We'll see bout dem cunts tomorrow.  Spark me, white boy" and ZeShaun
gestured towards his Kools.  I obliged him.

"You wants to have dis pussy tase yo Johnson?" ZeShaun asked Asshole.

"Yeah, why not, if his mouth ain't too sore from sucking cock all night".
Asshole parked it on a purple leather chair, and pulled his basketball
shorts and boxers down to reveal his sweaty, already hard cock.

"Gits on it fo ma man" ZeShaun ordered.  I dropped to my knees and serviced
his smelly crotch.  Boy blew in a few minutes, and I knew what was next.

"Hang roun, case we's gets any trouble.  Doubts it, but I hates bein roun
white faggots alone."

Asshole went to the kitchen and I heard a beer pop open.  ZeShaun turned
his full attention on me.  "Nows I gots to see what ma man be talkin about.
He say you give some full on blowjobs.  Since you's my property now- my
bitch- I wanna see wha all the talk be bout."

"You want me to blow you?" I asked.

ZeShaun slapped me hard across the face.  "No you stupid fuckin cunt.  I
wants you to sing me a song.  Gets down on you knees bitch and make you man
feel good."

This was way too much like with Miguel.  But I figured if I wanted to work
for ZeShaun, I'd have to satisfy him whenever he wanted it.  I got down in
front of him and reached up for his crotch, all respectful like. I looked
up like I was in awe of it and him, liked I figured he wanted me to look.

Tonight he just wore a tight pair of black leather jeans.  He was shirtless
again, and his skin shined with sweat.  He had a thick silver chain around
his neck, with a huge dog tag that said `Pussy Splitting Machine'.  He
never smiled.  He just spit in my face and said, "Take it out, ho.  And no
teef"

I undid his top button and the rest of the crotch buttons.  He didn't have
any underwear on.  The smell of black cock was strong.  It reminded me of
the night in the jail in Philadelphia.  Then I saw it.

The fucker was the biggest I ever saw.  Bigger than Miguel, bigger than any
trick, bigger than the brothers in the jail.  It just plopped out, leaking
pre-cum, easily ten inches and straight.  I started to make it wet with my
lips.

"Foget that shit, queer" ZeShaun moaned.  "Gets it in yo mouff."

I took as much as I could.  I sucked my new pimp like the good little whore
I wanted to be for him. When ZeShaun thought I wasn't deep throatin him
enough, he'd take my ears and pull my head in on his monster dick.  I
choked a few times, and he'd pull out and slap me hard across the face.

"Suck dat shit faggot.  Take it all down you pussy throat."  I did and felt
him start to heave forward.  I'd cupped his huge, hairy black balls and
felt the cum starting to move to his cock.

"Gets ready and swallow all ma babies, you motha fuckin white whore."  When
he started to cum, it was just too much.  I'd never experienced so much
cum.  I swallowed and swallowed, and still it came. It ran down the sides
of my mouth and some dropped on the floor.  I looked at it eagerly.

ZeShaun wasn't much for waiting to be cleaned off.  He tucked it all back
in real quick, still leaking a little, and buttoned up.

"Clean the rest off the floor, woman" Asshole said from a chair.  He'd been
watching, drinking beer, and smiling.