Mama’s Girl

Living in the projects of Chicago is exactly how it sounds. A nightmare. To make matters worse, my mom’s usually fucked up on whatever drug she can find half the time, doing some unsavory things in order to maintain her fix.

We’ve all had to do things we’re not proud of to survive in this hell hole, myself included. Being a small, pale skin, “sissy” white boy in a place like this has made me an easy target. Especially without a dad to protect me, he left a long time ago.

It’s bad enough that I’m constantly confused for a girl, but being the son of a whore doesn’t make matters any better. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but she’s hard to be with. Constantly degrading me and always fucked up. Bringing home assholes who treat us like shit.

Some of them would have easily had their way with me if it wasn’t for the deal I made with Nekeisha. I know many of them would have forced themselves on me. Nekeisha isn’t someone you want to mess with. She’s runs everything around here.

Drugs, guns, hookers, you want it she’s got the hookup. She can even have someone killed off for the right price. Everyone fears her. Maybe the fact that she’s got a bigger dick than most men might also have something to do with it.

All I know is that I’m under her protection as long as I keep up my end of the deal.

It can be a bit degrading, doing the things she wants me to do, but it keeps me safe from everyone else.

As I put on the white cotton panties she likes so much, it’s not really all that hard to rationalize it. What’s a couple of degrading acts if it’s what keeps me from the other animals that would do far worse.

Besides, Nekeisha quite fearsome and ruthless most of the time. I’ve experienced my fair share of her to know how cruel she can be. I used to be so scared of her.

I slide on the white stockings over my freshly shaved legs and put on the short skirt she gave me. After I put on a training bra and button up the white shirt, leaving the midriff bare, I start putting on makeup.

After I’ve applied the lip gloss, blush, and some eye shadow, I hardly recognize the beautiful girl in the mirror. Her golden blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail with blue eyes full of despair.

“Going to whore yourself out again?” my mother asks as I walk out of the bathroom in my heels. “You’re pathetic, you fucking sissy.”

Her words sting, but I’ve grown used to them.

I don’t even give her a reply as I grab my bag and leave. I make my way up to the top floor, getting the wrong kind of attention from every guy I pass. I hear a slew of catcalls, solicitations and endure few attempted gropings.

Eventually, I get to room 1612, Nekeisha’s room. There are two big black men outside guarding her apartment.

One of them knocks on the door. A giant black man with arms bigger than my body answers it and takes one glance at me. “Nekeisha, your whore’s here.”

“Well, let her in. I need my dick sucked.”

He moves out of the way and lets me through. Nekeisha’s sitting on the couch with a joint in her hands. Her hair is done up in braids. She’s got a mean look on her face. Even though her face is always in a scowl, she’s still very beautiful, in a rugged kind of way. She motions me to get on my knees in front of her as she takes a puff.