Fumi-San Jap School Girl Chap 3.2

March 8, 2008

(Japanese School Girl Returns home after being abducted and pimped out by drug dealers) Chapter 3.2 Desires and Headaches

I was home at least. My first week I was a mess without the heroin. That passed quickly though. After a couple of days the stomach pains were gone, and by the second week the headaches had left as well. And I was happy for that. I was happy to home with my parents and sister.

What didn’t leave however, was my constant desire for more cocaine. It’s hard to explain, but it was like a constant voice in my head telling me I needed to snort. My limbs sometimes twitched on their own, and I didn’t know why. Early on I even tried to satisfy the temptation by snorting some baby powder in my bathroom before dinner. It was horrible, my noise burned for an hour and dinner tasted like dry chalk.

It was my third week home, and thoughts of cocaine were still running around in my head. I had nightmares, dreams of sex with random men and women, and then scenes were I am covered in cocaine. I’d wake up with my noise bleeding, needing the drug.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed some coke! That night I snuck out of my parent’s house. Even though I knew that both of my parents took sleep medication and were often in bed by 8 o’clock, so that they could wake up by 4 in the morning, I was still worried. The consequences if I was caught would have severe. My father already looked at me in shame and this would have only caused both my parents even more grief. But the cravings were too much, so I took the risk. I wasn’t sure where I was going or how I was going to get any coke, I didn’t even have any money. I walked 6 blocks to the bus stop and waited another half an hour before one came, I was heading to Hollywood, I remembered some of the other girls telling me that Duke’s source was in Hollywood, and that that was the hot spot for just about anything anyone needed. The bus driver looked at me with a surprised eye. His expression asked me if I was sure I wanted to get on but I boarded anyways. With in 40 minutes I was in the heart of the city.

I walked around by myself for a few hours, I was getting concerned, I was afraid my parents had waken up to check up on me. I didn’t want them to worry anymore. Even with the headaches from needing coke, I felt secure enough with myself to be out at night alone. I had already gone through a lot, at least sexually, so i was sure if I could survive Duke, I could make it on my own downtown for a few hours.

I wasn’t sure who to ask, what to say, with Duke it was so easy, Rick would come and deliver a few bags, and we would all be set for a week, if we ever ran out, then one of the girls would just tell Duke and he’d have Rick bring us some more. Tonight was different whoever, so many faces. Who do I ask, I wondered. It would be so much easier if some one was just shouting out loud that they had some coke!

I was tired of walking so i took a moment to sit down on the sidewalk, people still careless walked by. I was 1 of a million people in Hollywood, everyone seemed amazed and no seemed to notice me. My attention finally fell on standing at the corner, every now and then some stranger would come up to him and give him five. They tried to be careful about their interaction but I noticed it was always the same causal greeting. Someone would come, slap his hand, he’d then reach into his jean pocket and shake the stranger’s hand firmly. This must be it I thought.

I was scared, but the part of me that desired cocaine didn’t care. I needed another fix, I had come all this way for this, I needed to see it through.

“Excuse me sir,” I tried to get his attention. “Excuse me.”

“Yeah, What is it,” he asked with out looking, then turned around.

“Do you have any coke?” I asked bluntly, not know how else to deal with the situation.

His expression went to part surprise, part disgusts, even his shoulders dropped and his body took a step back. I guess you can call it shock.

“This is a sting bitch? Shit, you know this shit is entrapment, essay” he said.

I was confused, I didn’t know what else to say or ask or how to deal with his reaction. “No sting,” was all I could muster.

That’s when he gave me a good look. For a few moments he just stared at me up and down. Then he finally spoke again.

“You really looking for some powder, huh.”

“Yes,” I agreed.

He started walking away and after a few steps looked back and hinted I join him. I walked double pace to catch up. About a block down he ask me, “So how much you looking for?”

I wasn’t sure; I didn’t know. A line would last me for the night maybe even a few days, but if I could take some home then I might not have to come back downtown for a week or more.

“I don’t know,” I told the dealer.

“What, think fast chica. I got what you need, but I ain’t got time for this.”

“I don’t have any money,” I leveled with him.

“What the fuck bitch? Is this a joke? Fucking jap bitch wasting my time!” He was obviously angry and started walking faster so I could not catch up.

“Wait, wait, I trade…” I screamed out to him.

He stopped again, allowing me time to catch up.

“You a strawberry?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what he was asking but for a few lines I was willing to be anything that he wanted. “Yes, I’ll trade you me for some coke.”

That was when he started laughing, “Man you the weirdest strawberry I’ve ever seen. But you cute and I ain’t never done an Asian before. Alright, I’ll give you a line for some head.”

“How much for 3 lines?” I asked, wanting to not have to come out here again for at least a while.

“Shit, for 3 lines, I could get a train from any slut on this block. But I’ll tell you what since you’re new, this time it’ll be just me and you.”

“OK,” I jumped at the chance. I still didn’t understand half of what he was talking about, but for three lines I’d do for him any of the things I had done for Duke.

He lead me a few more blocks then into an alley, it was lit but, barely the street light over head was enough to show shadows and although I couldn’t see anyone I could hear coughs and noises of others nearby. I was somewhat afraid but my dealer seemed at ease with this place, so I decided it was safe enough.

“Well, what you waiting for, getting to work,” he commanded.

I looked down, the concrete was to dirty and hard for me to kneel on like I was use to when sucking dick, so I squatted. I unzipped him, surprisingly, I found the longest cock I had ever seen. He was even larger then Marty’s and before now Marty’s was the largest I had dealt with. I pulled out his penis already erect, it was already pulsing in my hands I knew that this would be quick. I began slowly, kissing and licking his head at first. Then I thought about all the things that Duke, Marty and the girls had told me about fucking. Even though I was free from Duke, I don’t think I became a first class whore until after I left him.

“O shit bitch, you really know what the fuck you’re doing!”

It had only been a few minutes but I knew he was ready to explode. Easy work I thought cheerfully. But he pulled himself out of my mouth. His penis still wet and glistening under the street light. He was able to keep himself from coming.

“Get BUCK NAKED,” he exclaimed.

This was to familiar, I knew what he meant from my car rides with Marty. I began to take off my clothes while the dealer leaned back against a large dumpster, he stroked himself in anticipation. Once I was fully nude that’s when he made his way back to me. With his hands he began to explore my body, one rubbing against a breast, the other trying to motivate my pussy. He even started kissing me on the lips, I couldn’t remember my first kiss and although I am sure I had touched lips with other men before, he felt like I dreamed the first should feel like. His kisses were intense, romantic; I could tell that there was a sensitive side to him.

I was so use to being just another hole to fill.Early on Duke taught me I had 3 holes that men wanted their dicks against or in, and if I wanted to be his good girl, I’d learn how to use all of them. By the time Duke brought this up, I was already an addict, and he used that to motivate me to do better. When I wasn’t with clients he’d often offer me to one of his black cronies. “Teach her a lesion,” he’d say with a grin. Duke warned me if I didn’t do as I was told or even if he associate came back without a smile, then I’d be restricted from any dope that night. My first lesson was a failure, and Duke kept his promise. Just one night being without the drugs made me feel awful and sick. I didn’t want to feel that way again. So the next time I did exactly as he wanted and eventually learned how to “work it;” fuck like the whore he thought I could.

But this boy was different,I felt his sincerity and was perhaps turned on for the first time in my life. I wanted to do even more to please him. It wasn’t much, but I began to stroke his erect cock and massage his back, which is more then I ever did for any of my regulars.

That’s when he started talking to me.

“You’ve got a little slut body don’t you,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Yes, I have a slut body.”

“Jose, my name is Jose. You say my name from now on. Now tell Jose how you liked to be fucked.”

“Um…” I paused, not knowing. It was always what the client or his friend or his wife or whoever wanted, it was never me. “I don’t know Jose. Anyway you want,” I finally responded.

Jose kept running his hands over my breast and took his time licking my ears and kissing my neck. This turned me on.

“Is that right?”

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“Well how about from behind this time.”

“Yes from behind.”

He turned me around, leaning me against a brick wall. My legs spread for him, I was anticipating his long dick, not sure how it would feel.

Jose started rubbing my pussy again, I was hot, in heat from his fingers. I wanted to moan, but knew there were strangers in the dark and didn’t want to disturb them.

“You ready for this,” he asked.

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Not until you tell me what a slut you are,” he began rubbing my pussy deeper.

My mind was gone. I tried to blank out like I did when I was with my clients, but I couldn’t. I had came out to Hollywood for coke, hoping to get a few lines for a quick suck, but now I was totally naked in a back ally with a stranger I found overwhelmingly sensual.

“I don’t know,” I said, not sure of anything.

“Tell me”

“I don’t know!”

“Bitch, tell me!”

“I… I‘ll… fuck, suck anyone, I fucked any for Duke, men, women, fat and old,” I exposed my past. I started to cry, dealing with my shame. In many ways it was release. Still a part of me wanted to please, I didn’t want Jose to see me crying, to think that I was unhappy with our bargain, I hid from him my tears. Finally, I confessed, needing to please him; wanting someone to control me, “I’ll fuck or suck anyone for you too, just like Duke, please just tell me what to do.” I whispered to him in a half moan.

Jose was finally satisfied with my words. He took his shaft and thrusted it into me deeply, he wasn’t gentle like the women I had been with, I guess all men are the same. He just rammed me, deeper and deeper. I felt the tip of his head pushing towards the bottom of my stomach. I tried not to moan, but his length was more then I could resist and so I started crying out. For the first time I was a man’s slut. I loved it! I enjoyed sex for the first time. I didn’t know who this man was, I knew his name was Jose and he was able to give me a dose of cocaine, but that was it.

As he took me from behind, I meet his thrust head on with my hips. There was perhaps an inch separating his climax and mine. Within 2 minutes after I started my whaling he had came, his breathing was heavy and I could feel his man juices shooting into me. His dick was still pulsating when I pulled him out and got one my knees. He had finished spilling his load inside of me, but out of habit I knew I needed to put him in my mouth to clean his shaft. As I was taught, I licked him dry, making sure his cock was sanitized, then I used my checks and breast to wipe him dry.