Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 11:33:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Abbott <justinnewjersey@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Pimp, part 6

I gotta say you all got evil minds.  Thanks for the ideas.  I think you'll
REALLY like part 7.  Keep those cards and letters coming.  Also, if you
have time, tell me another story title from a different writer on Nifty
that you like and why.

Peace, Justin


ZESHAUN'S NEW MAID

Lemme tell you dude, you don't sleep well handcuffed to a pole, on a
concrete floor wearing just your underwear.  I woke a few times, kinda
cold, and kept forcing myself back to sleep.

Around noon I heard a cell ring, realized it was ZeShaun's.  A few minutes
later he comes out of his bedroom area, naked, looking pissed.

I heard the garage door start to rattle up, and ZeShaun shouted out "Fucks
the matta wid chu woman?  Tole you I wuz sleepin."

In walked this hot lady, maybe about 23, light skinned, with long black
hair, relaxed I think they call it.  She was wearing just a pair of grey
sweat pants, real short, and a white top with thin straps, cut off below
her tits, which were just about spilling out.  No bra.  Really hot.  I
wondered if she worked for ZeShaun, like I did.

The garage door went back down and she walked over to ZeShaun.  "Baby, why
you keep me waitin last night?" she said.  "I called and called and you
never answered you god damn phone."  She walked up to him, and they
embraced.  His hands went right up to feel her boobies.  She caressed his
cock and balls while he stood there naked.  Weird, but I got a little
jealous when she touched him.

"Watch how you talk to me Xenobia, weese got company."  He looked at me on
the floor.

"Who da white motha fucker?" Xenobia asked.

"Juss sum ho work fo me.  Teachin him a lesson on lissnin.  Gets me sum
beckfass girl."

Xenobia went to the kitchen while ZeShaun plopped himself down butt naked
on the couch.  I could see he was starting to get a hard on.  He seemed to
have forgot again that I was there.

He turned on WWF.  Soon, she came out with Hawaiian Punch and a bowl of
Fruit Loops for him.  He just grunted when she handed it to him.

"Thinkin about movin dis white ho in here, let him sleep on the floor in
the corner, tween dates.  Maybe a man can get a real beckfass outta him.
You know, sausage, eggs, grits?"

Xenobia made a pout with her mouth.  She sat down next to him, curling up
beside ZeShaun, and started to play with his erection while he ate the
cereal.  "Whiteboy might cook better, but he can't suck ZeShaun's cock like
I can."

He set down the bowl and drained his glass.  "Anyway, gets my keys and
unlock dis faggot.  Prolly needs to piss."  Xenobia obeyed, and I took off
to take a leak in the bathroom.

When I returned, they were necking on the couch.  ZeShaun was really hard,
sticking straight up.  I could see the pre-cum on his cock.

"Sit down bitch."  I did, but just on the edge of the chair, to be
respectful.  Xenobia ignored me and started to lick ZeShaun's armpit.

"You get dress, den go home and git you shit.  Not too much.  Just da close
you need to work at night.  Bring dat shit back here.  You be sleepin here
from now on, in dat corner, like a dog." He laughed and flexed his arms for
Xenobia, who was still licking his left pit.

"You be cleanin my place, keep da batroom clean and da kitchen.  Change my
sheets, wash my close.  Got it cocksucker?"

I nodded.

"An you betta be able ta cook.  I wanna keep my eyes on you when you ain't
out onna date, and keep you offa Slick's dick.  You my new meal ticket.
But you gotta earn you keep aroun here in betweens, as a thank you for my
pimpin you out.  Unna stan motha fucker?"

"Yes" I replied.  Xenobia had started on his cock, right in front of me.
He jerked her up by her hair.

"An you woman.  I wants you ta get dis bitch some panties and bras to wear
around here while she cleaning my place.  Lipstick too" and ZeShaun started
laughing real loud.  But firss less get busy in dat bedroom girl."

I was busy pulling on my jeans as I heard the garage door start to go up
again.  "Faggot, get loss for a few hours."

SLICK GETS REVENGE

I waited until about three and then came over with my duffle bag full of
clothes- mostly jeans, shorts, sneaks, tees, wifebeaters, and boxers and
boxer briefs.  I really didn't have much else, so I signed out at the place
and turned in my key.  Robbie wouldn't be back anyway now that he was sold
off to the piss guy. Sleeping on the floor would suck, but this was kinda
like at Miguel's.  I didn't mind cooking and cleaning for ZeShaun.

I knocked on the garage door, and it rattled open when ZeShaun, inside, saw
me on his monitor.  I walked in and some good rap music was rattling the
place.  The garage door came down and I threw my shit in a corner, out of
the way.

So who comes out from behind the partition?  Slick.  "So I hear you're
movin in here now, queer, to be the boss's new French maid and number two
cocksucker."

I just looked at the floor, and said, "Look dude, about last night.  That
wasn't my idea."

Slick walked over and punched me hard in the chest.  I fell to my knees.
For good measure he kicked me a few times until I curled up with my back to
him.  Finally he stopped.

"I don't like being shown up.  I don't like being embarrassed.  The boss
needs more money outta you whore, and somehow that became my fault.

You think I liked sittin here and havin to watch you suck his dick?  Look
at me!" Slick howled.

I squirmed around and looked up at him.  "Stand up faggot." I managed to
get to my feet.

"Now walk over to that rice burner over there and drop your drawers."  I
hobbled over to the motorcycle and undid my cargo shorts and slipped down
my boxers.  "Take off your shirt too, bitch.  Now bend over that bike and
stick that skinny faggot ass up in the air.  Gotta beat hell out of you for
making me go through that."

I did as he told me.  ZeShaun obviously wasn't home.  It wouldn't do any
good to complain, and it wouldn't do any good to tell ZeShaun.  He'd never
believe me after he had told Slick no more BJ's from me.

Slick was holding a thick black belt and he started to wail on my ass and
back.  Musta been thirty times til his arm gave out.

All the time he kept screaming at me.  "Stupid cunt.  Don't ever get me
embarrassed like that again.  If you wasn't so hot for my cock, that never
woulda happened.  Sick faggot.  You deserve this."

Finally he stopped.  I could feel the cuts on my ass and back, and felt
blood roll down into my ass crack.  "Turn around and get on your knees.  I
want you to suck this cock to apologize.  If the boss walks in you tell him
you begged me for my dick."

I reached up and pulled down his shiny Carolina blue basketball shorts and
his boxers.  His fat cock popped up and hit me in the face.  "Suck it
bitch," he ordered.  I did.

I guess he got really stoked giving someone a beating, cuz the sweat poured
off his cock, balls, and stomach, and his B.O. was as bad as always.  I
didn't need much spit to lube him up.  I got some pubes in my mouth and
swallowed them.

Then he said, "I'm even gonna put in my own money and tell the boss I sent
you out on a job where they wanted to beat you.  That way he won't wonder
about the welts on your back if he sees them when you got on your bra
tomorrow.  Nice plan, huh, fag?'

I kept sucking.  "Nice" he moaned.  "We gonna go back to you suckin me
every night again.  Just ain't gonna get caught no more by the boss, right
bitch?"  He started to shoot in my mouth.

I swallowed every drop, and cleaned him off.  Finally he said, "Now tell me
what the new deal is, dirt bag."

 "I will suck you off whenever you tell me, and we gotta make sure ZeShaun
doesn't see it or find out.  If he does, I'll take the blame and say I
begged you until you gave in."

"Good bitch" and he smacked me across the face, and then spit in my eyes.
"And from now on, since you livin here, you ain't got no need for money.
You give me all the money you used to get to keep, as a price for my
letting you suck my cock."

NEXT TIME: ROBBIE MAKES A PHONE CALL