Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 47) (Patreon)

Chapter 47

Grimme City, Sugar Town, Saturday, 7:45 PM…

Tanika Grayson stepped out of the Continental Hotel, gave the john on her arm a kiss on the cheek, and sent him away. Then she strutted down the sidewalk in a black leather teddy and thigh boots. Big gold jewelry flashed at her ears, throat, and wrists. The hot hooker returned to her spot for the night.

There were a lot of men out looking for pussy. More than usual for a Saturday night at that early hour. Most seemed to be working class guys in jeans and t-shirts. A Hispanic man slowed to look her up and down with appreciative eyes, but he continued past without a word.

He’s still window shopping, she thought.

“Hey, girl,” a familiar black man called happily. “I’ve been looking for your fine self.”

Pastor Edward Parson walked up to her. The six foot three, three hundred pounder was a regular. She’d known him since day one in Grimme City, back when she was the city’s newest Assistant District Attorney years earlier. Fresh out of Law School. Up until her fall as a heroine, Pastor Parsons was her minister. He became one of her regular johns on her third night as a hooker. She thought he pounced on her way too fast, especially for a man of the cloth that had ministered to her.

But it was what it was, so she smiled brightly. “Heey, Big Ed. You’re slumming a lot earlier today.”

“I was just a couple blocks away visiting poor Widow Samuels. Poor thing, she’s still struggling since her husband’s passing.”

And you of course thought of pussy, she thought. My pussy.

“So, you looking for a date?” she asked hopefully, holding his gaze with big, pleading eyes.

“Always, babygirl,” he growled sexily.

He did have the sexiest deep voice. She hated how much she loved it. Her whole body tingled, inside and out when he offered his arm. Tanika accepted it, and then they strolled back to the Continental Hotel. She noticed Thor Stormhardt in the lobby eating a hamburger and fries. He did a double take on her, and she instantly knew he would wrangle her into bed before the night was over.

Tanika led her john over to the check-in counter. An older white woman smiled tightly at them. She clearly didn’t approve, but must’ve needed the job too much. The pastor rented a room, but no key was passed over. It was Tanika’s room for the night, which she split the room bill with the hotel. A split most girls’ pimps would get, but she had managed to stay free of “management.”

Tanika glanced at Kid. The pimp was watching her, so gave her a little head nod. Yeah, she was certain he’d make his play to be her pimp.

Not going to happen.

Once the hotel was paid, she led her pastor to the elevator lobby and went up to the third floor. Her window overlooked the alley. Not ideal, but she didn’t rent the room for the view. Pastor Parson’s handed over fifty dollars right off. That amount meant it was just a suck and fuck. He usually paid for extra up front.

“Wonderful,” she said, taking the money and stuffing it into her purse.

The preacher knew the drill as well as her. He started stripping while she quickly shed the leather teddy. Then she took her purse into the attached bath and checked her face and hair. Both would be wrecked shortly, but she’d be able to repair all damage before leaving.

He was in bed, on his side, acting sexy. Yeah, it didn’t work the same for men. Still, she smiled and acted aroused. She approached with an exaggerated swing of her hips, making her large firm boobs jostle enticingly. A look of wonder and desire spread across his dark face.

“Looking fine, Tanika.”

“Thank you, Big Ed,” she purred.

The beautiful black woman crawled up onto the bed, straddled his stomach, and leaned over to feed him a tit. The pastor grabbed her meaty butt with one hand, and the free tit with the other hand. She moaned and squirmed over him, putting on a sexy show to get him excited, to get him off as fast as possible. Tanika let Pastor Parsons indulge himself for a few minutes, before she started inching downward, kissing her way across his chest, his belly, and ending up between his legs.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, going down on him right away.

He palmed the back of her head, trying to get his cock down her throat. Wasn’t going to happen unless he paid another twenty. He didn’t offer, and she didn’t want it either, so she kept one hand wrapped around his shaft to be a blocker. When she felt his cock swell a little more.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes,” he gasped, voice stressed. “Hurry.”

She rolled onto her back. Big Ed Parsons climbed atop her, between her legs, and thrust in without preamble. She did have to guide him to her sex, but he took over after that. That preacher man could pound a pussy. He always had such a look of bliss on his face as he stared down into her eyes, cock hammering her like a man three times younger.

Tanika clutched at him, moaning and groaning, writhing and bucking beneath him. His big dick always did her a number. So big. So wonderful. Just what she needed.

Her insides changed in an eye-blink. Her lower belly melted into a hot fluttery mush, while her pussy throbbed with achy need. Every thrust pushed her a little closer.

“Yes! Just like that,” she cried, eyes huge. “Please don’t stop!”

Pastor Edward Parsons cried out joyfully, and doubled the speed of his frantic thrusts. Tanika gasped, bucking and kicking her booted feet. The headboard started slapping the wall. She worried the bed would collapse, but then everything changed.

That rush to climax claimed her. Took her on that joyful ride to a happy ending.

“Aaaaggh!”

“Ha ha!” he laughed. “You are the only woman I know who always comes.”

His breath caught, Pastor Parsons froze fully sheathed inside her, and she felt the hot wetness flooding her womb. Tanika sighed with satisfaction. He responded in kind, before collapsing atop her. They lay there a long moment, hot, sweaty, and gasping for air. She allowed him to bask in the afterglow until his dick softened and slipped out.

Tanika patted his side. “Okay, we have to go.”

He surprised her by kissing Tanika full on the lips. The preacher had never done that before. Just a brief kiss, but it did rattle her a little. Softened her hard, carefully protected heart just a little.

Dammit.

She hurried to the bathroom, where she evacuated as much of his cum as she could squeeze out. Then she quickly fixed her hair, then her face. Neither were as wrecked as she thought they’d be. So win.

Gotta savor the small wins when you’re a just a street whore, she thought, trying to suppress the bitterness.

After they both finished dressing, and he pissed, Tanika led him back out to the street. He walked her back to her spot, before vanishing in the crowd. She looked around. Business was booming. It looked to be a profitable night. After all, it was just a little past 8 PM, and she’d already earned $250, not counting the rental kickback she’ll get at the end of the night from the hotel. No pimp meant she kept it all.

“D’ja here?” another hooker said.

Tanika glanced at the thirty-something hooker with blue hair and lots of tattoos. She was speaking to a trio of working girls about ten feet to Tanika’s left.

“Mistress Patriot captured another one of this stupid bimbo heroines,” Blue hair continued.

“Which one?”

“Silver Angel, I hope,” another said. “I hate her so much.”

“No, it was one of the young ones,” the first hooker said. “Justice Star.”

“Oh. Oh,” another said. “She’s a hot little piece of ass. The House of Joy is going to make a ton of money selling her body for sex and S&M fun.”

Tanika flinched, turning away. She tried so hard to not think about Justice Star’s fate. Tried to not think about how sweet she was to her. How much she tried to help her. And then the other heroine was captured while she watched helplessly.

The other hooker continued to speak so disrespectfully. Just trashing Justice Star and other heroines. Tanika couldn’t take it, so strode away. A moment later, she found herself next to her car. She looked around, face hot, tears threatening.

It’s not right. Why am I spared, when someone as sweet as Justice Star is so terribly taken down? I’m already a stinking whore.

Making pretty good money selling her body, too. So wrong on so many levels.

Tanika got into her car. She drove out of Sugar Town, just driving and crying. She wasn’t sure how long she drove, but she rolled into another well lit, familiar district.

“River Downs,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Is it coincidence? Or maybe God guiding my hand?”

She pulled over and parked. The former Assistant DA sat there and watched the eternal game being played. Horny men prowling the streets and sidewalks, eyeballing scantily clad women offering their bodies up for cash. But it was a very depressed area. Most of the working girls weren’t anything close to girls. They were mostly in their late thirties and forties. Aged out of Sugar Town. Most strung out on drugs. Crack whores. Dirt cheap pussy for rent. The top hookers only got twenty for a suck and fuck. Most charged ten.

“I don’t deserve any better than this.”

Tanika got out and locked her car. She strolled sexily out of the night shadows and into the neon of River Downs red light district. The men lining the walls perked up. New meat. She knew she might not be the youngest hooker there, but she couldn’t imagine she wasn’t the prettiest. From the reactions of the men that assumption appeared correct.

A gangbanger she’d arrested as Purple Avenger, called Blue-Eye due to having one blue eye, and that she also convicted as a prosecutor, strode up angrily and grabbed a fistful of hair. He jerked her up straight.

“I can’t believe YOU came here,” Blue-Eye snarled, eyes blazing.

“You heard?”

“I did. You are Purple Avenger, but no longer the ADA,” he said smugly. “The mighty has fallen.”

“Fallen into the gutter,” she said. “I’m not a heroine anymore. I’m not a lawyer anymore. I’m just a hooker trying to pay the rent.”

Blue-Eye pulled a five dollar bill out of his pocket, pressed it in her hand, and grinned.

“Suck my dick.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, slowly dropping to her knees. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Tanika unzipped him, fished out his limp cock, and started sucking on it. She quickly fluffed him up nice and hard. Then she really started sucking dick. Moaning and groaning, she even pretended to gag on his cock. Got him real excited quickly, so started fondling his nuts.

“Hell yeah,” he cried, pulled his dick out and whacked off all over her upturned face. “Take that, ADA Tanika Grayson!”

He then pimp-slapped her to the ground. Blue-Eye spat on her, turned, and strode away in victory. Tanika lay there, forehead pressed to the cold concrete, and trembled.

“I don’t deserve anything better than this.”