Just Another Crack Whore

Eva watched warily as the white cargo van stopped next to the curb and the man in the passenger seat leaned out the window. “Hey, baby,” he called to her, motioning her to come closer. “How much for me and my partner here, two at once, take us around the world?” he asked as Eva stepped a bit closer.

She glanced quickly across the street and saw Carla, her partner, talking to another prospect through the open passenger window of his car. “You looking for short time or long time?” she asked, hoping they wanted to play a while.

“What’s the difference?” the prospect asked.

“It’s one fifty, one person, for up to an hour – I’ll do you both for two fifty. Long time, two hundred an hour for the both of you. You pay for the room, of course.” She smiled, hoping they liked the prices; it was getting damned cold as the sun went down, and an evening fucking in a warm hotel room could make her a few hundred bucks. Maybe this weekend she could go to see Cody, her son, who was living with her in-laws. She could take a day off tomorrow, smoke a rock or two, and go see him Saturday, if her in-laws would let her. She’d have to stay straight for that.

The driver and passenger conferred a bit, taking longer than Eva had expected. “One fifty an hour, short or long time, I’ll cut you a break,” she said finally, wishing they would hurry up.

A quick conversation between the two, then the passenger said, “Cool, hop in the back and we’ll go to our hotel…”

Eva was shaking her head no. “We usually use the Star, across the street there,” she pointed, toward where Carla was still haggling with her prospect.

“We got a room at a better place already,” the passenger said, looking at his partner. “Already got the room, paid for, nicer hotel…We’d really rather go there…” To make his point, her pulled a roll of bills out of his trouser pocket and slipped the rubber band off them, as if to count them.

Eva glanced over at Carla again, to see her disappearing into the Star while her prospect drove around the corner to find a parking place. Damn, it was getting chilly out here…

“Done, then,” she said, grabbing the door handle to slide the cargo door open. It slid toward the rear of the van and Eva started to step in, then realized someone else was there – three others, in fact, all men. Two of them grabbed her arms, one on each side, and yanked her into the van, while the third pulled the door closed behind her.

Eva was violently slammed to the floor of the back of the van, and the two men who had hold of her arms grappled to hold her down as the third shoved his hand under her skirt. There were no panties there for him to strip off her and stuff in her mouth for a gag, so he looked around the back of the van and found an oily cloth to gag her with. Eve kicked and bucked wildly, trying to escape, until one of the two men holding her down punched her once, twice in the face, almost knocking her unconscious, leaving her only semi-lucid…

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There seemed to be a heavy mist swirling around them as Eva and her husband, Don, shared their last night in bed together before he was to leave for Afghanistan; their last night in bed together ever, as it turned out. He kissed her passionately as they stripped each other, his shorts and her panties and nightshirt thrown to the floor as they explored each other’s bodies, searching out those spots they already knew would send each other wild with passion. On their knees facing each other, Don pushed her back so that her lower legs were underneath her, her knees spread, her pussy wide open to his probing fingers, followed quickly by his tongue.