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Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 18

“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Nicole asked.

She pulled and tugged on her startling pink halter dress. Nicole accessorized with matching designer pumps and big silver hoop earrings. It was the only “street clothes” outfit she had. Jennifer was in a blue bandage dress, also with strappy black stiletto pumps and chandelier earrings.

“No. Definitely not,” Jennifer said. She rolled her eyes. “But what can we do? We can’t go driving around in the Patriot Mobile in civilian clothes, and we definitely have to get some food.”

Jennifer understood Nicole’s misgivings. They were walking toward one of the most dangerous red light districts in Grimme City. Lower Saxony wasn’t even safe for super heroines, and she was walking in without her power belt.

“We’ll just keep our heads down no matter what anyone says to us,” Jennifer said. “It should be easier on us once we get inside Georgio’s, then we’ll split up and…”

“It’s the ‘and’ part that worries me,” Nicole said. “I really don’t have any experience wheedling men for anything. Are you sure we can find men to buy us dinner in such an impoverished neighborhood?”

“It’s the only restaurant within walking distance,” Jennifer said. “If we can’t get someone to buy us dinner… We might have to… Do something else.”

Nicole cringed and nodded. She wrung her hands and then fiddled with her hair. Both women looked forward as they approached the neon lit Lower Saxony Avenue that gave the district its name. Five blocks of infamy. Five blocks of hopelessness and misery.

Moments later, the two tall, busty women stepped out into the light and turned left up Lower Saxony. They were immediately plunged into milling humanity. Working girls strutted and struck poses, doing anything they could to stir up some interest. Others stood in groups as they smoked and gossiped.

Men lined up against the walls, watching the women with interest. Some were pimps. Others were boyfriends or husbands. Some were just there for the show. While the hookers were evenly split between white and black, the men were all African-Americans.

It felt like everyone on that street turned to stare at them. Jennifer’s breath caught. She heard Nicole moan softly. Male faces lit up, most with a very scary interest.

“Hello, beautiful ladies!”

Jennifer glanced at the man. He stood there in jeans, white wife beater, and smiling at her.

“Hey, sweet thang,” an older man said.

Fuck me. It’s going to be harder than I thought, Jennifer thought. We’re the new girls. New meat. Every damned one of them is going to want to nail us.

“Hey, babygirl!”

“Jennifer?” Nicole whispered, glancing back at a trio of men following them.

“Just keep walking.”

She felt the sexual tension in the air. Building as more and more watched them walking by, many calling out to show their interest. Then a group of hookers approached them.

“This is our block,” their leader said. “Find somewhere else to work.”

“Like Sugar Town,” another said.

“Wherever, just get your skanky asses off our block.”

“We’re not hoo – ” Nicole started to say, but was cut off when a man placed his hand on her shoulder from behind.

“How much for a date, beautiful?”

Nicole looked at Jennifer with huge eyes. Another man started stroking Jennifer’s long black hair. She looked back over her shoulder to find him looking her up and down while licking his lips.

“Five dollars. Eight for both of them together,” one of the crack whores said, making the others laugh.

Jennifer gasped, then looked toward Georgio’s Restaurant two and a half blocks away. How would they get there? They were accosted before they made it half a block.

“Sold,” one of the men said. “I’ll pay eight to play with these two.”

“Fuck you,” the man stroking Jennifer said. “This one is all mine.” He pressed a five dollar bill in her hand. “Bought and paid for. Let’s go, lil girl.”

His hand locked around her wrist. The man started dragging Jennifer toward the seedy motel at the next corner. Her heart pounded, but her pussy also ached and throbbed.

“Let go of me,” she said. She hated the pathetic whine in her voice. “I’m not a hooker.”

“Bullshit. You accepted money for sex,” he said.

“No, you – ”

She never finished. He shoved her back against the wall, pinned both wrists above her head, and claimed her lips. Holding her wrists crossed above her head with one hand as she gasped and struggled, the man kissed her back and forth between her lips and boobs. His free hand wandered. Soon, her struggles turned into writhing as her mind fell into chaos. And then that free hand went up under her dress.

“Oh my God, this ho has a wet ass pussy,” he cried, and laughed.

She heard men and women chanting “WAP. WAP.”

Before she knew what was happening, he’d unzipped her dress, pulled it off, and forced one foot over his shoulder. And then that man thrust into her exposed and very vulnerable pussy.

“Ugggh!” she cried, eyes rolling up.

Oh, she felt that big cock in her bones. He pounded into her while his friends called out encouragement. Her body quickly heated up, she began to pant, gasp, and groan. Just as it started to feel real, real good, he cried out and shoved it balls deep inside her. Jennifer felt his hot cum flood her womb.

“Oooooh,” she sighed as the men crowded in around them, money in hand.

She looked past the men to see two men quickly ushering Nicole toward the motel. At least her friend would get the dignity of a private room.

The man finally pulled out of Jennifer, allowing her foot to fall back to the ground. She shook her head as he was jerked out of the way and the others pressed in waving money in front of her face. One of the men forced his money into her hand. She wasn’t even sure how much, but the others relented as he shifted in front of her.

Jennifer looked down in shock as he unzipped and pulled out a big black cock. Like really big. Her jaw dropped as her breath whooshed out.

“That’s going to hurt.”

He grabbed Jennifer, buried his face in her naked tits, and motorboated her. His bold hands roamed her body, groping, squeezing, pinching. Then after a few minutes, he grabbed her butt with both hands and lifted her feet off the ground. As he pressed his cock against her pussy, her long legs wrapped around him. And then he thrust his full length into her.

“Ugggh!” she cried. “Oh. Oh. Ooooooooh.”

Her reaction drove the crowd wild. Men cheered. Women laughed. So many called out encouragement to the man to fuck her raw. He responded, pistoning into her faster and faster. Jennifer’s back bowed, her legs tightened around him, and her hips started to thrust and grind against him.

“Yes. Yes,” she cried. “Oh goddess YES!”

That rise to climax consumed her. All Jennifer knew, all she desired, was to achieve that orgasm. She squeezed her pussy as hard as she could around his cock, intensifying her pleasure. That pushed her to the brink. And then her insides erupted.

“Aaaaaggh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

He became frantic, pounding her like crazy. The man started to gasp and grunt, even louder than her moans and groans. They bucked, clutching each other, and he quickly peaked.

“Nailed her!” he shouted as his hot seed filled her.

Even before he pulled out and released her, two more men forced cash in her hands. Both started arguing over who got to fuck her next. So when she was finally released, Jennifer swooned a second. Paused to collect and straighten all the cash into one hand, and then pushed between the arguing men.

“Two at once,” she said. Then she paused. What am I saying? What is wrong with me?

Didn’t matter. The men perked up. She was forced to bend over at the waist, while one of them mounted her from behind. Yeah, she felt that even after fucking two men before him. Felt divine. And then the other man gathered up all of her long, silky black hair like he would put it up in a ponytail, but just held it tightly as he pushed his dick against her full red lips.

Jennifer opened wide and went down on him.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

That cock plowing her pussy felt amazing. She wiggled her butt, and then squeezed her vagina around it. Those hard, fast, and very deep thrusts reverberated throughout her body. She felt them in her fingers and toes. And then the other guy forced his way past her barely there defenses to plunge down her throat.

“Mmmmm.”

Together, they quickly pushed her over the top again. And again. Or was it the two men that replaced them? Jennifer just sucked and fucked in a trance, loving it, but not really thinking too much about it. Very little activity bothered her brain.

“Whoa there, my man,” an older African-American said, stopping another man from giving Jennifer money. He pressed up against her, pried the money out of her left hand, and smiled at the others. “I’m Miss Jenny’s manager. Let me get her cleaned up, and then she’ll come back out to take care of you like a hot girl should.”

He snatched up her dress, before leading Jennifer by the hand toward the motel. Nicole was out front of the motel, haggling with a what looked like a homeless man. It was obvious he wasn’t offering enough money. She did a double-take on Jennifer.

“Oh my God, have you been fucking out in public this whole time?”

“Time?” Jennifer said. Her brain was just starting to function. “How long has it been?”

“Four hours.”

“Come along, Nikki,” the pimp said. “You, Jenny, and I have to talk. In private.”

“Who are you?”

“He’s my manager,” Jennifer said. She paused. “Does that mean you’re my pimp?”

“It does,” he said. “I prefer ‘manager,’ though.”

“I don’t think…”

“Hush, woman. Come with us.”

He led Jennifer into the motel, to a room in the back corner, ground floor. It was a very opulently decorated room, with both a living room and separate bedroom.

“I own the motel. This is my place.”

While Jennifer stood in the middle of the living room, naked save for jewelry and heels, the pimp went back out to coax Nicole inside. He did it when her stomach growled, loud and proud.

“Come in and I’ll order food delivered,” he said.

Nicole entered hesitantly. “Jennifer, are you okay?”

“Define okay?” she said. “Apparently, I’ve been fucked stupid for the last four hours. Selling my body on the street for crack whore wages.”

The pimp called someone, remaining outside while he placed their order for food. She couldn’t hear what he ordered, but at that point it didn’t matter.

The only thing in my stomach right now is cum, Nicole thought. And a lot of it.

The blonde kept distance between her and the pimp when he finally came in and closed the door. Jennifer still wasn’t recovered from her sexual high, teetering a little as she just stood there naked. The pimp pressed up to her, starting to kiss and fondle her shamelessly.

She kind of liked it, and her mind began to grow still again.

“Is this what the Curse of the Valkyrie looks like?” Nicole asked. “Have you been fucked so much that you have turned into a nymphomaniac?”

Jennifer’s mind stirred, despite the pimp continuing to kiss and fondle her. She nodded. Though she hadn’t noticed it creeping up on her earlier, she realized that she’d been caught up in the Curse for hours.

“It is. I’m so damned horny,” she said. “I’m sorry, but… It’s so good.”

“What’s your name?” Nicole asked, mostly to stop him from molesting Jennifer.

“I’m T-Bone,” the forty-something African-American said. He pulled off his suit jacket, and then removed his tie. “And I know who you both are, too. Jennifer Jade is world famous, and formerly Ms Patriot. So she’ll be a very popular girl on the street.” He gave Nicole a mercenary look. “And you are Nicole… Something French sounding. Formerly, Justice Girl. A heroine I’ve never heard of so new to Grimme City. Welcome.”

“Oh wow,” Nicole said, noticing his hands never left Jennifer’s tits. He started to pinch, pull, and roll the raven-haired beauty’s sensitive, erect nipples. “T-Bone the pimp. How wonderful.”

T-Bone’s right hand dropped down between Jennifer’s legs and started rubbing. The busty beauty’s head lolled around as a groan of abject pleasure escaped.

“Stop touching her like that!”

“Jenny, do you want me to stop touching you?” he asked.

“No. It’s good. I love it,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“Jennifer!”

“Sorry, she wants it,” he said, grinning, and then claimed Jennifer’s lips in a long, deep kiss.

Passion flared within Jennifer, and she pushed into that kiss. Her hand found his zipper, and pulled out his erection. She could hear Nicole calling out to her to stop, to think, but she didn’t care. Jennifer wanted his cock. She NEEDED it so badly.

Someone knocked at the door. “Room service!”

“A cheap ass motel like this has room service?” Nicole asked.

T-Bone let a young man enter. He brought three burgers and fries. Nicole’s mouth started watering, stomach growling. Even Jennifer lost interest in sex and stare at the food, licking her lips.

“Made to order?” T-Bone asked.

“Yes, sir,” the staff member said. “Two special cheese burgers for the ladies, and a regular burger for you, Mr. Higgins.”

The pimp tipped the young man, and then handed each woman a plate. Nicole accepted the food with hungry eyes. She sat on the bed, plate on her lap, and ate a fry. Then she watched Jennifer, now sitting on T-Bone’s lap across the room, take a big bite of burger. The raven-maned woman groaned and rolled her eyes. So Nicole quickly took a bite of her burger.

“This is the best burger ever,” Nicole said. “I love it when they grill the buns.”

That first bite sent a tingle through Nicole. Her excitement spiked, and she devoured that hamburger, not even eating another fry until she finished it. Then she sucked in the fries.

“Can I get another one?”

“You can have mine,” he said.

Nicole snatched it up before he could change his mind. As she ate, she noticed T-Bone had returned to fondling Jennifer’s tits and rubbing her pussy. Jennifer only got through three-quarters of her burger before she set it aside, turned to face the pimp, and straddled his lap. Just as Nicole finished that second burger, Jennifer lifted up, guided his cock to her pussy, and impaled herself.

Her head spun. Nicole watched the two of them fucking. Looked so good. Such a big dick, all wet and shiny as Jennifer bounced on it with growing enthusiasm. The blonde licked her lips, mouth watering, heart racing. Her pussy throbbed, so achy and needy.

Nicole pulled her dress off, dropped to all fours, and crawled up to the fucking couple. She moved up between T-Bone’s knees, and gave his hairy nutsack a lick. Then another and another. Then with a wanton groan, rubbing her thighs together, Nicole started sucking his nuts.