Little Black Crack Whore

I used to live in the Ghetto. Well, it’s not the worst part of town but it’s not too great. Plenty of unemployed drug dealers sitting on porches waiting for someone to drive up. Plenty of hookers walking the street just two blocks down. Generally I kept to myself and managed to stay out of trouble.

I had the nicest yard in the neighborhood. That’s not saying much, I had grass and a few trees. I actually mowed my lawn and raked and stuff like that. Most of the other houses had dirt lots. I think the only reason I bothered was because I actually owned my home. I liked having a decent yard but I hated doing the work because there were always several neighbors sitting on their porches just staring at me.

It was on one such occasion that I met her. I was mowing as fast as I could and sweating pretty good. I must have been off in my own little world, trying to tune out the neighborhood because I never even saw her coming. I sensed rather than heard that someone was trying to talk to me. Looking up, I saw a chubby little black girl standing in the street looking at me. Annoyed, I shut off the motor and looked at her. “Uh, scuse me suh, do you have any work that I could do for you?” I just stared at her, dumb founded. What the hell was she talking about?

She took a breath and started all over “Scuse me suh, do you have any work that I could do for you?” She had to be about 5 foot tall, milk chocolate complexion with kinky black hair pulled up in two little pig tail type buns. She was slightly chubby with small pointy breast poking through her grubby little tank top. I guessed her to be about 15 or so. Her lips were dry and kind of whitish. I didn’t then and still don’t really know anything about drugs but I guessed her to be a crack addict. I was disgusted and concerned simultaneously. A smaller and worser part of me was immediately aroused as I wondered how I might take advantage of her.

I must have been thinking too long because the girl started in a third time “Scuse me suh…..”

I cut her off. “What’s your name girl?” I looked up and down the street and realized that against all odds, no one seemed to be outside besides the two of us.

“My name is Dalonda suh, do you have any work that I could do for you?”

I laughed “What could you possibly do for me?” I asked.

Dalonda said she could mow my lawn and I told her I was already done. I eyed the smooth skin of her thighs as she searched vainly around my yard for something to do. In addition to her tank top, she had on a pair of too small terry cloth shorts and some pink flip flops. Her eyes were glazed and she seemed to be at a loss for ideas.

“Why don’t you come inside and I’ll get you something to drink? Are you thirsty? Maybe we can find something for you to do inside huh?” The street remained empty and Dalonda licked her crusty lips apprehensively as she eyed me and my house. Finally some decision was made and she flip flopped over to me and stopped just a few feet away. I could smell her. I don’t know if it was her breath or her body but she smelled like shit and sweat baking in the hot afternoon sun. I nearly gagged and even my smaller worser part wondered if this was such a good idea.

I quickly put the mower away and led Dalonda inside. In the kitchen, I seated her on a plastic chair and gave her a glass of Mountain Dew. She drank it down quickly and sat staring at me while I tried to figure out what to do. “How old are you?” I asked her.

“15”

“Have you been using drugs?” She gulped nervously and looked around the room, maybe looking for an escape route. “It’s okay, I’m not trying to get you in any trouble, I want to help you.”

Staring at the ground, Dalonda just nodded her head. She couldn’t tell me where she lived but it sounded like she had been using crack for only a very short time. How she got it, I was afraid to ask and she didn’t tell. I told her she needed a bath and she didn’t say anything.

“Tell you what,” I suggested “why don’t we put your clothes in the laundry and get you cleaned up. I’ll get you a good meal and then we’ll see about any jobs you can do.” She seemed uncertain and I added “I could probably pay you pretty good for you time. Her dull eyes lit up momentarily and she nodded her agreement. I was ashamed of myself but my cock was already stirring.