Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

After we’d rested and gotten our breath, and gathered our wits a little bit, the two men agreed that I was probably about the best they’d ever known — talented, willing to try everything and do anything, and tight and enthusiastic that they’d get fifty bucks a trick, and half of that would be mine. Two tricks a night would net me fifty per day, for twenty-five days a month, with tame out for periods, would give me twelve hundred and fifty dollars a month and all my expenses, and no taxes. And a few months ago I was getting a buck-fifty an hour and a few lousy tips and having to slave nine hours a day on my feet to do it! You’ve come a long way, baby! I told myself.

They showed me a gold-plated coin about the size of a quarter, with my name on it. Any man that showed up with one of those was to be given whatever he wanted, and I was to collect the coin. They sold them to men they could trust and would pay me twenty-five dollars for each one I collected when I tricked, a john. We’d get together one night a week for a party and a payoff. Starting tomorrow night. I said I was ready, because now that I was in the saddle again, I wanted all the fucking I could get, and variety I really loved. We parted with smiles and high hopes.

Things went on like this for just over a year.

During that time I guess that I fucked and sucked nearly every doctor, lawyer, businessman, out-of-town buyer, traveling salesman, and judge in Arizona. Harold and Doc had built up a clientele of professional men that was extensive and exclusive, and I soon found an awful lot of repeat business. This was flattering to me, because it indicated I was one of the test, and a girl likes to know that her efforts are appreciated, and that her talent isn’t going to waste.

Several of the men asked to become my “sugar daddy”, in other words, I would be their exclusive property. They promised me mink coats and Cadillacs and diamonds — all the usual. But I turned them all down — I was making too much money, had my independence, and besides, there were so many rice men that I wanted to keep on seeing and bedding, that I wouldn’t settle for just any one.

It had gotten to where I was handling an average of four a day. There was always someone who had told his wife that he was on the golf course, and then would come to my place for an afternoon matinee. Then I’d get an early night job, sevenish, and another about nine, and a late trick. Sometimes, if a man showed up with two coins, that meant he had paid double and would stay all night, but they were not to show up at my place fill ten p.m. or later, and phone first so that there’d be no overlapping. The first time Doc told me that, I thought overlapping was getting too much lapping, and I naively told him there was no such thing! Remember, I had only gone to eighth grade, and there was a lot that remained for my education to be complete.

That was one thing I did do — keep on with my schooling. Doc and Harold insisted that I do that, as I’d need to know more mathematics, business terms, improve my vocabulary, and so on. You see, a lot of the businessmen, bachelors mostly, liked to take me out to a good restaurant or night club, and I enjoyed it. But I had to learn to discuss things intelligently and not be half-witted, so I kept studying.

I remember on the first anniversary of my turning professional, I counted up what I had saved. It came to over twenty thousand, and I had spent a lot on my sports car and my clothing in that year. I resolved to fuck away at least thirty grand during the coming year. If I could do that steadily, I’d have almost two hundred grand saved by the time I was twenty-one. A couple of young stock brokers I served had assured me that I could live the rest of my life just off the interest from that sum if it were properly invested. So now I had a goal to work toward.

I had been cautioned about putting large sums of money in a savings account, as tax snoopers came around and also the vice squad investigated any girls who accumulated too much money without working, so Doc got me a safe deposit box, a rather large one, and I was stuffing my cash in it for the time being.

Then one night came the revolution. I had finished one seven o’clock trick, and a cultured Southern voice phoned and said he’d like an all-night deal, he had his double coins. I didn’t recognize the voice, and asked if he was a new “friend”. He said he was and that he was just in from L.A. for a week on business. I told him ten o’clock sharp and I’d show him a good time. I was ready and waiting for him.

I answered the door chime and there standing at my door was a huge Negro. He smiled and held up two coins. “I’m the gentleman that phoned earlier,” he said softy.

I had never balled a black man before. Had never even known one to speak to, and the subject had never come up with Harold and Doc. I guess that I was somewhat prejudiced and thought that whites fucked whites and blacks fucked blacks. I had just never given it any thought. He must have seen or felt or sensed my hesitation.

“May I come in?”

“Oh, uh, yes. Yes, come in,” I said, aware now that we had been staring at each other for about forty long silent seconds. “There,” I waved. “Sit down. A drink? What’ll it be?” I walked to the wet bar.

“A weak Scotch and water would be fine.” I felt his eyes following my hips as I walked, and I knew his gaze was fixed on me as I poured his drink and brought, it to him. “Ah, fine. Thank you.” He paused, then looked up at me as I sat nearby sipping my own drink. “I’ll bet I’m the first black man… right?”

I felt like a fool blushing as I tried to smile when I nodded agreement.

“If it bothers you terribly, I can leave. Although I have heard so much about you,” he said softly, and named a couple of my white customers who were nice men. “And you are as beautiful as they said, or even more so. But you did surprise me a bit, Sheri. It is Sheri, isn’t it? Yes, well, they said you were a lot of woman, and on and on, and frankly I expected a tall, statuesque Amazon, I guess. Instead, I find a dainty, petite little princess type. Very luscious, I might add. Cheers!” We lifted our glasses in a toast.

His soft, cultured voice and gentle approach and his offer to retreat if I so desired, all combined to disarm me and forced me to reappraise the situation and my feelings.

“I think we’ll have a fine time,” I smiled at him, and saw him relax a bit at my acceptance of him.

“In that case, I think I’ll have a good strong belt of Scotch and water this time!” he laughed. “I honestly feel like a schoolboy on his first date tonight. Silly, I know, but the instant I saw you in the doorway, I wanted you to like me. Nutty, huh, for a man forty years old?”

“Well, to be honest,” I said, and I looked him in the eye as I told him, “I wasn’t sure whether I’d ball you or not. I’d never known a colored… er, a Negro…”

“I think we’re ‘black’ this season,” he grinned.

“O.K., I’d never known any black people before, and I suppose I had the usual idiot brainwashing about prejudice that everyone gets in a small Midwestern town. Of course, I got over a lot of other silly early concepts, too — like virginity and prostitution and drinking and fellatio,” I laughed. “So you are the final adaptation to uninhibited sophisticated adult, modern living. Welcome aboard, sir.”

“I’ll drink to that,” he said, and set down his drink after sipping it. “May I use your phone a moment and then we can settle down to pleasure. The phone call’s business.”

He dialed a number and when it answered, he spoke very happily. “Hi! Carl here. Just wanted you to know everything’s perfect. Go ahead and spend it. Goodnight.” And then he hung up and turned to me. “The bedroom?” he said, then followed. He noted with approval, the king-size bed and other beautiful furnishings.

“Business must be very good, Sheri, from the looks of this layout.”

“Yeah — I average about eighteen or twenty tricks a week, and I get half the fifty they pay Doc and Harold, and all my expenses are paid, so it’s not too bad,” I replied.

“Half the fifty? You’re kiddin’, baby!” he exploded.

“What do you mean?” I didn’t understand.

“You mean to say you don’t know that they’re charging from a hundred to a hundred fifty per trick? And only givin’ you twenty-five? Holy Christ, child, you’ve been workin’ for peanuts! You made what — about thirty grand the past years?” As I nodded mutely he went on: “While they were sockin’ away over a hundred grand offa your work, honey! I’ll be Goddamned! You are kidding, aren’t you?”

My mind whirled at the figures he’d given me, and then I began to understand that when a man gave me a fifty or hundred-dollar tip, which was fairly frequent, they were not doubling their expense, they were just leaving a tip. I began to get furious at Doc and Harold at the thought of their screwing me physically once a week and financially twenty times a week. Sonsabitches!

“Hell, Sheri, I know it’s true — I saw their books, and I’ve talked to half a dozen of their steady customers, although they don’t know that yet. C’mere, honey.” He motioned me to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “I’ve got some news for you. You remember my phone call? It was to Doc. I was with him and Harold from four until nine tonight. We made a deal. I bought you. I gave them two hundred grand to take you over. They were not to spend it — I sort of left it in ‘escrow’ with them till I checked you out. But now you’re mine. Whattaya think, baby? Like to work for me? The big difference will be that you charge a flat two bills, and you get a C-note per trick. It’s four times as good for you and I’m satisfied. I’ll net about a hundred grand offa you and in two years I’ll have my money back and make money on you for about five years. The day you turn twenty-one, you’re free and on your own. I only handle girls. Deal?”

I was numbed, confused, bewildered, and furious! That Doc and Harold had cheated me. That they had “sold” me when I didn’t “belong” to them. That, oh hell, I was mad about everything. Did I want this deal? I didn’t know. The figures — one hundred thousand dollars a year — were beautiful, and the chance to recoup and beat out Doc and Harold was intriguing. And Carl had said that my setup would be about the same — only the profit would be changed to protect the naive.

“Deal!” I stuck my hand out to him, and he shook it gravely and then held it tenderly. “Fine, that takes care of the business. Now the pleasure, boss,” I said, and leaned toward him, put my arms around him, and kissed him. It began softly and gently, and then as I felt his lips part and his jaws widen, I darted my tongue into his mouth and felt the huge wetness of his tongue matching mine. His arms encircled me and held me tightly, and one hand roved down to my hips and softly patted my hard round buttocks. I let a hand drift to his lap, and the enormity of his cock as it was already aroused. We broke the clinching kiss.

“Let me undress you, Princess,” he said, and his hands moved rapidly over my garments as he disrobed me very tenderly. When I stood nude before him, he eyed me up and down appraisingly, smiled and nodded, and stood up and slipped out of his clothes hastily. Carl was about six-two, two hundred and ten, and the kinky wool on his head was matched by sparse patches on his chest and crotch. What hung between his legs was something else.

“Jesus Christ, Carl! That’s a beauty, all right, but we’ll hafta do it like porcupines — very carefully!” I said.

“Wait’ll it’s fully hard, honey.