Still Candy Shopping (7 page)

When Slim let me go, I fell back onto the sofa. I sat there and tried to re-group. The high from the dope I had just injected into my arm was long gone and replaced by a feeling of fear. While I was coughing and massaging my throat, Slim grabbed my duffel bag from the floor and threw it down the hallway toward the back of the apartment. His actions immediately told me that he had no intention of letting me go anywhere. Both girls must’ve known that too, because after they witnessed him toss my bag, they turned around and quickly made their exit.

After they left the apartment, a million things ran through my mind. Watching Slim walk back and forth from the kitchen area to where I was made me feel really uneasy. I knew that it was only a matter of time before he tried to rape me. I didn’t know whether to play his game or go against the grain. But I did know that I didn’t want to be there, and if I didn’t think of an escape plan really soon, then I was going to end up being one of his bitches just like those young girls.

“You know you made me do that to you, right?” Slim asked as he continued to pace from the kitchen to the living room. “I was trying to warn you, but you didn’t wanna listen.”

I just sat there and looked at him. I couldn’t believe what the fuck I had just gotten myself into. Not even thirty minutes ago I was walking down Washington minding my own business. And then Slim approached me and convinced me to come and chill with him at this apartment. I realized too late that he was a fucking pimp and I was his next recruit. How was I going to get out of there without him ripping me to shreds?

I sat there clueless. I finally decided to strike up a conversation with him. I needed to get inside his head so I could figure out what kind of cat I was really dealing with.

Still massaging my neck to ease the pain, I asked, “Slim, did I do something to upset you?”

He stopped pacing and stood directly in the middle of the floor. “What the fuck you think?” he roared. “When I tell you to do something, you do it!”

The more this guy spoke, the more afraid I got. All I could think about was why me? But then I had to remind myself how karma worked. I had just left the rehab center with money I stole from Denise. And on top of that, I didn’t want to share my dope with Brenda. So was I now being punished for being selfish?

“Look, Slim, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. I see that all of this is just a big misunderstanding. Now if you let me get my bag and leave, I will forget all about this whole incident.”

Slim took a couple steps toward me. The closer he got, the scarier he looked. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Are you retarded? You are my bitch now! You chose me by coming into my house. Now you gon’ go out there on them streets and get me some money. So that means you ain’t going nowhere. And if you ever try to run away, I’m gon’ kill your motherfucking ass! Do you understand me?”

I tried to digest what he’d just said, but I couldn’t swallow it. How the fuck could he tell me that I was his bitch and that I wasn’t going anywhere? What part of the game was this? Now for the life of me, I knew I’d done some fucked up shit to people, but I’d be damned if I was going to sit there and take this shit from him.

I stood from the sofa, but before I could utter one word from my mouth, Slim took another step toward me. “What the fuck you gon’ do?” he asked, his teeth grinding together like he was waiting for me to make the first move. His voice intimidated me to the point that I reconsidered busting my way out of there.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I lied.

“It’s down the end of the hall.” He pointed out as he looked down the hall.

I stepped by him very casually and made my way down the hall. Once I was in the bathroom, I looked for a window and was truly devastated when I realized that this bathroom did not have one. “I don’t hear you using the bathroom,” I heard him yell from the other side of the door.

Knowing that he was standing on the outside of the bathroom door listening to me got me spooked. I immediately pulled down my shorts, slid down my panties, and sat on the toilet seat. My bladder wasn’t that full, but there was enough for me to let off that tinkle sound. Afterward I wiped myself and flushed the toilet.

As soon as Slim heard the toilet flush, he opened the bathroom door. He stood at the entryway and instructed me to wash my hands. “Hurry up! ’Cause I got some rules I need to lay down for you,” he told me.

I had no idea what rules he had for me, but I was certain that whatever they were, he was going to shove them down my throat, and it didn’t matter to him if I liked them or not. I was in his world, and it was going to take an act of God to get me out.

The Candy Shop part 2 Kiki Swinson

Tricking 4 Nothing

Slim made me strip down to nothing so he could take inventory of my body. I stood there in front of him stark naked. After all the tricking I’d done since I’d been on drugs, I’d never felt so violated. Once he got an eyeful, he made me get into the shower. Immediately after I finished showering, he pushed me down on the edge of his bed and forced his dick into my face.

“Show me how you suck dick,” he demanded.

The only dick I’d ever sucked for free was my ex-husband’s, so I hesitated. I had to get my mind right. Every man I’d encountered since I’d been on drugs paid me at least five dollars to get some head. I couldn’t fathom why I would give it up for free now.

“Whatcha think I’m playing with you?” he snapped and grabbed me by the back of my hair. He literally shoved his dick into my mouth. I was half an inch from scrapping the skin off his penis with my teeth.

I immediately gained control of the situation since I knew my life depended on it. I repositioned my mouth so I wouldn’t gag, and I quickly tightened my mouth around the base of the head and began to take his entire dick in and out of my mouth. Instead of holding a tight grip on my hair, he loosened up a bit, which gave me more leverage to move my head back and forth.

“Yeah, suck this dick, bitch!” he instructed as he joined in the rhythm of my strokes.

Although I was not enjoying this at all, it seemed to please him, so I was all for it.

“Ahh, shit, girl! You got my dick rock hard,” he commented as he pumped his dick into my mouth even harder. It seemed like the further we got into the rhythm, the harder and faster his strokes got. Unfortunately for me I couldn’t control this situation because he wouldn’t give me any room to hold the shaft of his dick. He just wanted me to sit down and hold my mouth open just enough so he could push his penis back and forth into my mouth. So I had to go through the motions and keep my teeth as far away from his dick as possible. I found myself gagging a couple of times, but I held it together.

“Yeah, bitch! You better suck daddy’s dick!” he said. The only sound I could make as a response was a slurping sound. Saliva from a mouth and a man’s dick were the ingredients for some loud slurping noises. And I was sucking on him for dear life.

“Umm, man! Please don’t stop! Suck faster! I’m about to cum!” he yelled. And then he moaned with passion. He grabbed the back of my head really tightly as he exploded every drop of his warm juices into my mouth. Under normal circumstances, meaning like if I was getting paid for my services, I would have swallowed every ounce of his cum. But not this time around. I spit every bit of it onto the floor of his bedroom the moment he turned his head.

“You did good, girl.” He complimented me as he wiped off his dick with an old shirt.

Instead of acknowledging that he said something to me, I got up from the bed and grabbed my duffel bag so I could find some clothing. While I searched my bag, he walked up behind me and said, “Hurry up and put on something so you can take your ass out on the street and get me some money.”

Again I refused to acknowledge that he was talking to me and continued to search for something to wear.

Ten minutes after I got dressed, he handed me a small makeup bag filled with foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and several shades of lipstick. He stood over me while I made up my face. He stressed to me the importance of looking good enough for a man to approach me.

“You can’t go out there looking how you looked when you walked up to me. Ain’t no nigga gon’ pay you top dollar for your pussy if you walk around here looking like a fucking drug addict! You gotta fix yourself up. And you gotta look like something for them to even stop their car. Shit, I know because I’m a man,” he said.

He continued to give me the spiel about what he expected from me. Half of that crap he was talking about didn’t make any sense. But I listened to him anyway. I mean, what else did I have to do? I knew one thing, I was rusty as hell when it came to applying makeup to my face. I remembered I used to be a pro, but now I was just feeling my way through by applying a dab of foundation to cover up all the battle scars I’d gotten since I’d been in these streets. I also touched up my eyes with a little bit of eyeliner and mascara. And then I finished things off by applying bright red lipstick. When I looked in the mirror to check out my overall look, I didn’t look half bad. I really did clean up well.

As soon as I was done Slim grabbed me by the arm and escorted me outside. He made me leave my duffel bag behind at the apartment. But I didn’t care. I had no use for it anyway. My main concern was my dope and my money, and since both were taken by Brenda’s nephew, I was out of fucking luck.

I walked side by side with Slim as we made our way down Okeefe Street. We walked past a dozen people as we strolled through Huntersville. But it didn’t matter, because when people saw you with your pimp, or saw him beating your ass, they would do absolutely nothing to help you. That was just how the game was played. If I’d known that Slim was a pimp, I never would have crossed the threshold of his house. I fucked up! I made that bad judgment call, and now I had to deal with it and find a way to get away from this psycho.

When we arrived at the spot on Church Street, Slim got everybody’s attention. The two young chicks from earlier were there, along with two more. The other two women looked younger than the ones I saw at the house. I stood there in awe as Slim introduced me to his little fucking girls. I already knew that the chick with the purple hair was Jennifer. But the chick with the red hair didn’t introduce herself to me because she was so fucking wrapped up in getting permission to change locations. So when Slim spoke, I paid close attention. He turned toward the chick with the red hair and said, “Paris, this is Faith. She’s one of my new bitches, so I want you to watch her and make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. Now if she tries to run off, I want all of y’all to jump on her and kick her ass. Do you understand me?” he asked.

In unison, everyone said OK and nodded, except for Paris. She asked him if he was going to be close by.

“Don’t ask me any stupid questions. Where the hell you think I’m gon’ be?”

Paris didn’t respond. She took a couple steps backward like she was trying to avoid any conflict. The other two chicks didn’t say one word. They stood before Slim and waited for him to dismiss them. But before he did that, he looked at them and asked how much money they had made.

As I mentioned before, the other two chicks looked younger than Jennifer and Paris, but they looked like they were working with a little more common sense, so I waited to hear their answers.

“I just made seventy-five dollars,” one said.

But the other one had a sad song to sing. “Slim, you know it ain’t military payday. It’s been slow since me and Sabrina been out here,” she explained.

Slim wasn’t buying her story. He got in her face like he was about to bite off her fucking nose. “Tacora, do you think I give a fuck how slow it is out here? If Sabrina can make it happen, so can you! Now you better get yourself together before I fuck your ass up!” he snarled.

After Slim threatened Tacora, she and Sabrina walked across C Avenue and stood in front of the Shop & Go convenience store. As they walked away, I looked at them from head to toe. Sabrina and Tacora were both every attractive young girls. They had caramel complexions and pretty brown eyes. And even though they looked like they were still in high school, they had the bodies of grown women. They wore their tiny skirts in the sleaziest way possible. These young girls looked way better than I did. And I was sure that they would generate more money than me too. So I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why Slim recruited me. Was it because I was older and I probably knew the streets better? I couldn’t call it, but whatever it was, I was sure he had it all figured out.

Before Paris escorted me to her post, Slim schooled me about how I needed to work the streets. “When you get your first trick, let that nigga know off top that you ain’t about to pull off in his car. You can get inside the passenger seat and take care of his business, and then you get the fuck out. But you gotta make sure he pays you first. Is that understood?” he asked.

“He ain’t lying, because that almost happened to Tacora,” Paris said. “So you gotta be careful and make sure you ask him before you even give him your price.”

With that warning done, I listened to Slim and Paris tell me what to charge for certain favors. I was told to charge fifty dollars for a dick suck, fifty dollars for a pussy fuck, and seventy-five dollars if the date wanted to fuck me in my ass. If he wanted a dick suck and a pussy fuck, he had to pull one hundred dollars out of his pockets.

When I heard the prices we had to charge, I was blown away. I honestly could not believe that cats were paying that type of money for sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I got fifty dollars to suck a man’s dick. The most I’d ever gotten was thirty dollars, and that was on a good day. So I figured I might be all right after all. Shit! How hard could it be to be Slim’s bitch and get paid decent money to fuck these clowns around here? Plus, I’d have a place to lay my head at night. And if I played my cards right, I would not have to tell him exactly how much money I made out here. That way I could cop me a couple pills of dope when I got ill. Damn right! If all went according to plan, then I’d be sitting pretty.