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PUTTING ROBBIE TO WORK
When I woke up the next morning Robbie was gone. Fact was, I didn't really see him the next couple of days. I could tell he was coming and goin, but he seemed to show up to shower and change when he knew I wasn't there, like he was watching the place or something. Seemed ashamed to face me.
I also put two and two together. Robbie must be back on crack. And, since he wasn't offering up any money for the rent, which was due again in a few days, and my money was starting to run low, I knew I'd need to get back to work again.
I figured if he was back on the shit, he was blowing through his money too. I'd had the girl from the coffee shop over a few times. She was lights out. She asked me where my gay roommate was and I said "Gone I hope".
She couldn't stay out late, so I had been goin to that gay bar I'd been to the first night. Now that the staff knew me, they let me drink without carding me. I played pool and cadged drinks off old guys. I had a couple of dudes proposition me, but they weren't interested in paying.
Yet, it seemed like the kind of queer bar where you could find a paying date, so I went back this night. All the guys in the neighborhood seemed to be wearing tight Levis, real low, with silver belts, so I bought a pair and wore a wifebeater like Miguel always did. I thought I looked good, and it would make a better impression with the customers.
Around eleven this white guy came up to me. He was about thirty, with lots of tats, short hair, and was wearing basketball shorts with no shirt. Kind of a tough guy. He asked me what I was up to.
"Just shooting some pool, dude" I said.
"Yeah?" he snickered. "Bartender says he thinks you're hustling people for drinks and maybe a date".
"Can't help it, my man, if people think I'm fly and want to get me a beer" I answered.
"Word up. So, what do you charge for a date?"
"Depends on what somebody wants. Wanna shoot a game?" I asked.
He laid down fifty cents and I broke. "Let's say somebody wanted to blow you" he continued. "What would you charge for that?"
"Who's asking, you?"
"Yeah right" he said. He pushed me out of the way with his pool cue and walked around the table for a better shot.
We finished the game- I finally lost- and he motioned me over into an empty booth. He stared real hard at me, and downed half his beer.
"See, there's this dude I work for. He's outside right now. Heard from someone that you was hanging in here lately. Thinks he knows you from the other night."
"So?" I said.
"Knock off the wiseass shit, dude. See, this is his street. He controls all the street action outside, in this block. Don't matter to him if its boys or girls. Ho's is ho's. Takes a cut of the drug sales outside too. I work for him."
"Nice" I smirked. "You work for a pimp and a dealer. Must make you proud."
He reached across the booth, grabbed my tank top, and ripped it off. Then he came around the table and pulled me onto the floor. He kicked me in the nuts, before I could defend myself. Everyone just stopped talking and starred at us, but no one came to help me.
"When you get your breath back, shithead, I'll be outside waiting and we can finish this discussion."
He left, and finally an older guy came over and helped me up. Bought me a beer, which I finished. Finally I thanked him and blew him off. I hate being humiliated, especially in public.
I wandered out the side door, now shirtless, and ran into asshole. "Boss wants to meet you" he snarled. I followed him around the back. Sure as shit, the black dude from the other night's standing there, arms crossed. Pissed.
"White boy. Here you is again on my turf. Wassup wid dat?"
"Listen, I don't want no trouble" I stammered. "I was just inside, having a few beers."
"My man here says you been hustlin drinks, and trying to sell you self off to some o dem ole faggots in dere."
"Well, man, I mean, yeah, kinda. I mean, I could use some cash. I'm new in town."
The pimp grabbed me and put me up against the wall. He was choking me with his left hand. He punched my stomach with his right. "You wants ta work, you works for me bitch. See?" His chest was bare again, and his heavy gold necklace slid back and forth across his sweaty chest.
"Sure, sure" I stammered. He let my throat go and I slid to the ground, in the alley behind the building.
"Now get up on you knees faggot, and take ma man's johnson in yo mouff. Lemme see you suck dis boy off, so's I know if you could work out as wunna my bitches."
The guy from the bar, who beat me in pool, stepped up in front of me. He pulled his basketball shorts and boxers down a bit in front, and out sprang a big dick, hard as shit and smelling like piss. He smiled evilly and opened my lips with his fingers, then started to shove it in my mouth.
Fuck this I thought. If I gotta do this shit again, I wanna get paid. But then I thought, maybe this black dude could get me back in the game, if I cooperate. He's a pimp right? I need a new pimp, and he'll protect me from fucks like this dude who's got his dick in my mouth.
I reached up and started to stroke him, guiding his cock into and out of my mouth. The pimp just stood there watching. He scratched his nuts through his jeans.
"Ma man, you tell me if dis cocksucker get any teef on yo."
The guy I was sucking off just moaned and bucked away. "It's all good ZeShaun, " he managed to whisper.
Now ZeShaun turned his attention back to me. "Thass good, queer, suck ma man like da good lil faggot you is." His lieutenant had a smelly nest of pubes, which kept banging into my nose.
Within a few seconds he started to shoot his load. Dude had a lot of babies in him. I figured I better swallow it all and I did. When he finished, I went to clean him off like I used to with Miguel, but he just pushed me back against the dumpster with his knee, and pulled up his basketball shorts.
"Faggot" he said, and he spit on me as I lay against the trash container.
ZeShaun said "Now get the fuck outta my face and my block, white boy. Done wanna see you sorry, skinny white faggot ass agin tonight. But yo bess be ready to work tomorrow night. You report to ma man here, same place, tomorrow night at seven. We gonna sell you blon boy ass fo good money!"
NEXT TIME: Ready for a new pimp?