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Chapter 24

“This is going to be the long, hot summer of my despair.”

Tanika cut her eyes left and right, scanning the mean streets of Lower Saxony. Shaking her head woefully, she still couldn’t believe she’d ended up in Grimme City’s poorest red light district, smack in the middle of the city’s poorest neighborhood. All she saw were over-the-hill hookers, drug-addicted hookers, just crack whore despair.

The sun had just set and Lower Saxony Avenue was popping. Filled with street walkers, johns, pushers, and pimps. Gangbangers roamed in small groups, acting all bad-ass. In the two weeks since starting work there, Tanika had witnessed three murders and five gun fights. Lower Saxony was the most dangerous red light district in the city.

And this is what life has served me.

Twenty-two days since her capture and unmasking. Twenty-two days as a social pariah. Twenty-two days as a whore. First as King Pimp’s brothel whore, then as a street whore desperate to put food in her mouth. That evil pimp completely destroyed her, so that now there was a warrant out for her arrest. She was looking at years in prison.

How did it go so wrong? She wondered, shaking her head. Long hot pink hair brushed her nearly bare back. The wig had long bangs, too. Her skimpy little latex halter dress was a lighter shade of pink, as were her patent thigh boots. I gave my all. I did everything for this city, but now the city has turned on me.

Technically, the people didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Grimme City politicians and cops, though, practically squealed in glee when she was unmasked and revealed to the world. As far as she knew, they believed her imprisoned deep in the Palace, still selling her body on King Pimp’s super heroine floor.

“This might be worse,” she whispered. “Forced to sell my body of my own free will. Just humiliating. So degrading.”

She glanced back at the motel office. She’d just met with Haresh, the owner, and “worked out” a room deal. She was assigned room 10. Ground floor and easy access. The men she brought back there would pay full price for the room, which she’d get half. And all she had to do was suck Haresh’s nasty dick. Every. Single. Night. Every third night she had to spend all night in his bed after work.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“I swear, I’ll never get the taste of that jackwad out of my mouth.”

“Hiya, sweet thang,” a middle-aged black man said as he swaggered up to her.

He was old enough to be her grandfather, but still a good looking man. He wore a suit and tie. Cleaned up nicely, as opposed to nine out of ten of her johns.

“Looking so fine tonight, Tanika,” he continued , looking her over like she was the eighth wonder of the world. “So fine.”

A little thrill rippled up her spine. A little tingle down between her legs.

“Heeey, Samuel,” she said. “You’re looking your usual fine self tonight.” Her eyes dropped to his crotch, which was bulging a little. “So, baby boy, are you looking for a quick BJ in the alley tonight? Or full on Tanika magic?”

Everyone in that part of town was poor. Even Samuel, who had a job. But she was the youngest, hottest whore on the block, so was more expensive. Most of the girls charged ten dollars for a suck and fuck, in the alley or in the motel. Didn’t matter to them. Not Tanika, she was young and beautiful, so more discerning.

Tanika charged ten for an alley BJ, and twenty for in-room service.

“Let’s get a room, baby girl,” he said with an eye wag. “Daddy's feeling frisky tonight.”

She quirked a brow. So he was in a “daddy” mood.

“Okay, Daddy,” she purred. “Your little baby girl is eager to make her big daddy happy.”

Tanika took him by the arm and led the tall black man straight up to a side window in the office. The Indian businessman grinned at Samuel, and then charged him full price for half an hour.

“Have fun, my man,” Haresh said. “Room 10. Door is unlocked. Leave it unlocked when you depart, thank you very much.”

Tanika let him lead her by the hand to the room. She closed and locked the door, while he placed a twenty dollar bill on the dresser and started undressing. They’d played that scene so many times neither had to say a word. She peeled the tight latex dress off, carefully laying it to the side. Then in just wig, jewelry, and boots, she strutted around Samuel as he finished undressing.

“Like what you see, Daddy?”

“I do. Very much.”

She pushed him back into the chair, sitting atop his clothes. Straddling his lap, she leaned over and rubbed her large, firm tits all over his upturned face. His hands stroked her flaring hips, caressed and squeezed her meaty butt cheeks. She fed him a tingling nipple, and groaned when he sucked on it perfectly hard. Sent a thrill up her spine.

“You’re the best, Daddy,” she purred. Tanika knew exactly what to say to stoke his libido. She knew what made Samuel ache with need to breed. “Mmmm, Daddy.”

“You smell so sexy, baby girl.”

“For you, my big daddy.”

Samuel was a regular, and he was always so nice to her. Tanika gave him extra time. Gave him a lot extra everything. But they only had thirty minutes, so…

“Oh, Daddy. You are so good to your little girl,” she purred, slipping off his lap. She dropped to her knees, pushed his knees wide, and scooted in close. She winked up at him. “Did I do that?”

His cock was rock hard, standing straight up. She wrapped both hands around his shaft, leaned in, and licked that most sensitive spot just beneath the pisshole. Samuel palmed the back of her head and groaned. His eyes locked on her full pink lips.

She held his eyes as she sucked on his cock head, giving him the most intensive head. When his eyes rolled up, she groaned and went down on him. Tanika worked her lips and tongue to best effect, giving her regular the best oral in the district. He pushed down on her head, forcing his cock to the back of her throat.

She gagged and hacked, but kept right on bobbing up and down.

“Enough!” he cried.

Tanika rolled back on her legs. She grinned up at him. “Soooo, you’re nice and fluffed up?”

“I almost unfluffed in your mouth,” he said, panting.

She rose sensuously to her stiletto-booted feet. Took his hand and pulled him out of the chair. The former Assistant District Attorney and super heroine backed to the bed, and crawled up. He followed, pushing Tanika to her back. Her legs spread wide, and Samuel glided up over her. Her hand caught his erection and guided him in.

“I’m all yours, Daddy.”

He thrust in deep, a grunt of abject pleasure coming out of him. She smiled, even as her back bowed with the intensity of that pleasure. Oh, he was well hung, and she felt that first penetration of the night. Felt it so well. A good way to start her long night off.

Unfortunately, she might’ve done too good of a job sucking his cock. Samuel gasped and thrust deep after just five strokes. She felt his cum flood her womb.

“Well, that’s embarrassing,” he said.

She laughed. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Daddy,” she purred. “You paid me a great compliment.”

They cleaned up and got dressed. He actually left before she finished dressing, as he usually did. She appreciated it. But it didn’t take much longer before the beautiful African-American strode back out to the street. She turned left, heading for her usual corner. Passing a dark alley, she heard grunts of pain, along with scornful curses. Squinting, she noticed three men beating another.

“Samuel?”

Her blood ran cold. No they didn’t!

Tanika raced back to her car, popped the trunk, and snatched out the gym bag. She rushed to a deep, dark spot and quickly stripped. Fortunately, her heroine costume was exceedingly skimpy: Bikini, boots, gloves, and mask. She suited up faster than ever before, wrapping the power belt around her narrow waist last. Super powers rippled sexily throughout her shapely body. Then she turned to the building next to her, and leapt straight up atop it.

Racing across the rooftops, she found the alley where Samuel was being mugged. The bad guys were still there. Moonlight revealed they were young gangbangers.

“Halt, miscreants!”

Purple Avenger jump straight down in their midsts. Her knees bent to absorb the impact, before she snapped back up and started kicking left and right. The enraged super heroine went after those surprised and unprepared gang members, beating them bloody so fast they all broke and ran for their lives.

Panting, she struck a pose and glared after them.

“Don’t let me catch you again!”

“Thank you, Purple Avenger,” Samuel gasped out. “They… Those young punks snuck up behind me. Otherwise…”

“I understand,” she said, hiding her smile. Purple Avenger helped him to his feet. “Are you all right? Do you need medical help? Or help home?”

“I’m good,” he said. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, sir,” she said, turned and leapt straight back up atop the single-story structure.

Racing back to her changing spot, she scanned the area for any witnesses, before dropping back down into the darkness. A quick change, she stuffed the gym bag into her trunk. And then she hurried back out to the street. Samuel came out of the alley a few seconds later, walking slowly. Limping just a little.

“Samuel? What happened?” she called and rushed up to him. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I, um, tripped. Very embarrassing,” he said. “But I’m fine. I’ll just go home and rest up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, thank you, Tanika,” he said. “I’ll be as good as new by morning.”

She watched him walk away. Smiling, she looked around. Maybe there was a reason she ended up there. People needed help everywhere, but especially in the economically distressed districts.