Tomeric's Decent Ch. 01

Tomeric didn't have that much time really. When she had gotten home, she still had his cock on her breath and the pungent taste of semen in her mouth. Her lips were swollen from the effort and both her jaw and throat were sore- but on top of all of that, she had to get the apartment somewhat clean before tomorrow, and it was funky.

still in her miniskirt she did the dishes and got on her knees to scrub the kitchen and entry floor, both were linoleum. The carpet she vacuumed and the trash she put into bags then tossed into her old room, deciding it was easier to commandeer Chloe's room which already was a girls room, than trying to redo hers, besides, she told herself that Chloe was either in jail or dead by now, if those thugs got a hold of her. The thought gave Tomeric pause, but only for a moment for she had much to do.

She had to open the three windows that the apartment had, to let air circulate and evacuate the heavy odor of pine-sol and the other detergents she was using, not to mention to give the retreating funky odor a place to run.

She scrubbed the bathroom and put it in order, and then turned her attention to the bedroom, the one she would be using. She pulled the top sheet off the bed and several used condoms fell to the floor. "Girl you are gross!" she said, unconsciously resting her hand on her hip in disgust, she caught herself in the mirror and had to laugh, "Already the part." she said, being feminine seemed so right, it was natural for her. However there was a naughtiness she could not deny. It made her blood race the thought of it, of wearing Chloe's clothes and getting fucked in the ass on her bed... she could be dead somewhere face down in the sewer- "I need help." she thought. But there was no time for that, much of Chloe's room found itself bound into garbage bags and tossed into his old bedroom. The mattress had to be flipped over and new sheets and sprayed down with a disinfectant. the room was covered with borax and then vacuumed and she also scrubbed the walls, especially next to the bed where greasy hand print covered greasy hand print. When she was done, it was midnight and she needed a shower. She removed her clothes, lit some incense and went to the bathroom. There she found a packet of hair removal wax that had been buried in the back beneath the sink, "Good!" she thought about the hard to reach spot between her balls and ass, and the ass itself, the last thing she wanted was gross bumps from shaving to get in the way of her plans, men might think she had anal warts or some skin infection.

The water felt good on her and she let it run down the length of her short body. she ran her hands over her skin with soapy water and enjoyed how that made her feel. Her skin was so smooth, no hair... she thought about her face... she would need to get more of the wax stuff, that she could get with groceries. Groceries... she thought... "I was supposed to be at work today!" her stomach turned, at least she had direct deposit. Tomorrow was pay day and that couldn't be stopped- she hoped that her last check would be direct deposit as well- it had to be, "I cant go in there like this- they won't give me the check!" her stomach turned, how was she going to pay rent now... without a job? "That sounds like tomorrows problem." she said out loud, "Today, this hair is my problem." she took the razor to her skin, and shaved carefully close doubling over to reach her nether's. Before she finished the shower she fingered herself with soapy water too, thinking about how the other night men had broken in and sodomized her, not that her finger gave her much pleasure in comparison to what they were packing, but she considered the fact that if it were to happen again she wanted to have a clean ass as she might be tasting it later.

She turned the shower off and pulled the curtain to the side. then retrieved a towel and went to the work of drying herself.

When she opened the door to the bathroom immediately she was shocked to find a large black man in the door way. Her mind raced, fight or flight? there was no way she could fight him, he was a giant and thick as a wall, there was no where to run, she was pinned in the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around herself. She wanted to scream but was too frightened.

Gathering what lucidity she could muster she tried to figure out who he was and where he had come from. Obviously the windows that she stupidly had left open, the apartment was easy to break into. He was not one of the men who had been there the night before- so "Who are you?" she asked trembling.

"Names Jay...ma'am." he grinned and stepped back allowing her a place to pass.

"Oh... and um... what do you want Jay?" she asked gingerly stepping by, watching him from the corner of her eye.

"My boys told me you were a nice piece of ass... thought I would come by and see for myself."

There was some relief in Tomeric's thoughts but her stomach was still flopping around, "Those three gentlemen that were looking for Chloe?"

"That's correct." he snapped his fingers, "They were right about you girl... I like that Asian shit you got goin' on for sure."

"There's my parents to thank for that." she smiled nervously. "Can I get you a drink?"

"No I'd like to get you one, why don't you get dressed."

There was more relief now, he wanted her with clothes on, not off, that was a good thing right? "OK..." she went into Chloe's bedroom and retrieved some silver underwear, it wasn't clean as she didn't have time to do laundry yet, but it wasn't stained either and only smelled a little, perfume could help that, then she fetched a patted braw from before Chloe got pregnant the first time, she had miscarried that one, the other two she aborted, "The witch." Tomeric thought as she pulled open drawer after drawer to find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt she liked, then she put her hair back in a tail as it was still a bit wet and then nervous about disguising herself, pulled some of it back out again so that it fell to either side of her face again, maintaining the tail in the back. She sprayed herself with perfume then retrieved a purse. She stopped at the doorway to the bedroom and found him just outside it, again like in the bathroom- he was blocking her way. "I um... don't know how to tell you this." she said with uncertainly, "But I am broke..."

"That's why I am here." his smile was full and displayed an array of gold teeth.

"Am I dressed ok?" she asked.

"Most certainly." he replied and then gestured for the door.

Tomeric turned to close the windows but he had already done so, "Thanks Jay." she said then trotted through the door she wasn't sure why she did it, but as she passed him at the doorway she put her key in his hand.

He locked the door behind them and tapped the door alarm on his key ring so she knew which are in the lot was his.

Indeed, it was a pimped ride. A BMW, low with spinners and dark, dark windows, when the lights flashed, the doors unlocked and the engine came to life with a muffled roar. Music thumped from the vehicle so loud, that one of her neighbor's porch lights came on. She could hear the complaint now.

Jay opened the door for her and she sat down inside the plush cushion seat with velvet covers. dice hung from the top and their was fur on the dashboard, it was laughable, but cool she thought.

Jay climbed in and put an arm around her seat as he backed up, it was automatic so he left it there as he pulled forward and on to the main road where immediately he doubled the speed limit. The loud heartbeat thumping grind of music and the hum of the street moving beneath them was the only sound as she did not risk a conversation- not knowing what to say. Tomeric thought the best approach a casual one, like as if it wasn't the first time some stranger came to her place at midnight, more over, broke in to her place at midnight only to take her out.

She wondered if this would happen often in her new life.

The car made several turns from the main road, US1 and crossed the bridge over to A1A, there he sped through a yellow light and turned into the back of an adult store. "What kind of restaurant is this?" she asked herself.

In reply, as if he could read Tomeric's mind, Jay offered, "Forgive the outside, it is misleading- my brother owns many clubs like this one, consider me a talent scout."

Fearing that she would need some ID at the door, and having left hers behind- not that it would do any good, she bit her lip, not wanting to blurt out anything- but considered her words slowly. "I am under age." she said at last.

Jay grinned, "Do you have a fake ID?"

Tomeric shook her head, "It was stolen."

"We'll get you one, I have a friend at the DMV" he turned off the car and jumped out. Her door was opened suddenly and a large black hand offered her assistance to climb out of the car.

"What have you gotten yourself into?" Tomeric asked herself as she gingerly took the offered hand and was lifted from the seat.

The parking-lot was gravel and hidden from the road by a large wooden fence. The two men spoke briefly at the front of the car. They both smiled at Tomeric and nodded.

Tomeric looked beyond them to the club and the parking lot around them. In the lot there were Lexus, Jaguar, Infinities, Hummers, and other BMW's similar to Jay's. The bar or store or whatever it was, was unimpressive on the outside. It was a squat two story building with barred and blackened windows, made of white washed brick and had a flat roof of tar or foam.

"C'mon girl." Jay said to her snapping her from the moment's pause.

She blinked at him and took his offered hand, carefully following him in her heals across the gravel lot to a metal door which Jay accessed with a swipe card.

It surprised her that rap music did not surround her, but an up beet techno heavy metal sound, so loud it could have knocked her down. Jay leaned into her, cupped his hands around her ears and said, "You'll like this place, I know."

The inside was dark, and the hallway they walked down was black with black lights. there was a guard by the door who nodded at Jay as he passed with Tomeric. Jay said something to the man and the man nodded. "Go with him for a second my dear." Jay said.

The man turned away from her and opened a door behind him, she followed him through to a bright room with a flash screen and a camera. In the light she could see that the security guard was about fifty, and appeared capable of breaking someone's neck, not just physically but with his demeanor. He made her more than a little nervous. He stepped behind a camera affixed to a stand. "Look at me." he said then snapped the picture.

"I wasn't ready." Tomeric said with a slight frown.

"Good, it will look more real then." he handed her a pen and a paper. "Write down your name and birthday, address etc..."

She complied and handed the card back, deciding on the full name "Tomeric Haiti Calvert"

It brought a grin to the mans face, "THC." he nodded.

When she left the light, and reentered the dark she could see nothing and groped her way right into Jay's back. The music was louder than before and came from two separate DJ booths, both were visible when she rounded the dark hallway and entered the main club arena. There small tables formed a half moon around a main stage with stripper poles and mirrors. There were also several tables on the floor of the club with poles in the middle, for strippers to dance on, the table top was lit and the dancers, all half nude were the only highlights in the club. It was hard for her to pick out any individual in the club as they were in the darkness and only the dancers were in the light. The DJ's heads were also visible, in a red light. One of them wore a cowboy hat and the other was bald, the bald one was a female.

The music pounded her ears and thumped through her bones. Jay lead her down the stairs to the DJ stand to the right, where the man in the cowboy hat was. He had a long pony tail that was blond and a scruffy beard. His nose was pierced, and so was his nipples, what she had taken for a shirt turned out to be a full multicolored tattoo. "This is my brother." Jay said.

Tomeric was shocked, "But he's white." she thought.

Jay added: "Same father."

"Names Carl." the man offered her his free hand, continuing to mix music with the other.

She took his firm grip with a somewhat limp hold and was mesmerized by his deep staring blue eyes. "Are you going to dance for us?" he asked her.

Tomeric's mouth fell open- she couldn't strip... she wasn't... "Well... um..."

"She's a full player Carl, full on." Jay shouted from behind her, "Don't be deceived by those innocent eyes."

Carl signaled for the other DJ to take the full lead then stepped to the side offering Tomeric a place in the booth, he closed the half door behind her. Being as short as she was, if it wasn't for her heals she would not be seen from the outside, but with the heals she was sure people could see the top of her head, not that there would be a reason for them to take their eyes off the dancers. "What do you think my brother meant by you being a player?" Carl asked with a smile as he leaned against some of the equipment in the booth, eyeing her from the side.

"I don't know." she shrugged, trying to smile, adding, "I didn't know I was coming here, I would have dressed better."

"Don't be like that." Carl said, "Damn you are hot though." he reached out and carressed her shoulders, "Would you dance for me? Would you play?"

"I don't know if I could dance." her face flushed with nervousness.

He pulled her close and stooped down so that he could whisper in her ear, "Let the music move you... fell it pump... feel it vibrate your core, your soul?"

The music stopped thundering and became a rhythmic thumping, a pumping. Tomeric thought about how the dancers must be gyrating to it now, it was sexy and seductive. Like a mating ritual.

"This is a Go-Go bar, not a strip club, there is no nudity on the dance floor, you can be topless but I do not tolerate full nudity... not on the dance floor- that is for the special rooms."

"Like champagne rooms?"

"Better." Carl clasped her hands in his and brought them to his lips, "So will you play with me?"

She nodded.

"Show me." he said.

She ran her hands down his side, feeling his taught skin and muscle. the varying raised flesh where the tattoos had scarred him, and went down on her knees. She unbuttoned his jeans and his half erect penis popped out. "You're commando!" she said surprised.

He replied by putting a hand on the back of her head, "Get to it girl."

For her part, Tomeric wasted no time, but got to the business of sucking him off. It was easy for her, he had shaved his chest, balls and shaft so that no pesky pubes distracted her or got caught on her tongue or teeth. She licked the length then sucked on the balls for a moment cupping them in her hands, then she pistoned his length, which grew to about nine inches, bending in her mouth and poking the back of her throat as she took him all the way in. She was careful not to slobber on him or the floor as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. When he was ready to cum she did the same thing that she had done to the landlord. Hovering her mouth over his dick, but not moving until the swelling was sustained, then she sucked him quickly, rolling herr tongue at the head and the bottom of his shaft as she took his member all the way in and out again and again until he almost came again, then she stopped, this time she withdrew from his dick and sucked on his balls as his cock flexed and bounced over her cheek. She did not expect him to cum but he did. "

"Aahhhh!" he groaned "Shit Yes Aaaahhhh!"

The warm gue sprayed in her ear, on her forehead, along her cheek and down her neck to her shirt before she got her mouth over it. More sprayed on to her tongue and the roof of her mouth and then the back of her throat as she continued to piston suck him off until his knees buckled and he used his arms to support himself. "Oh damn! Oh Shit Oh Fuck!" he groaned, gasping for breath.

She finished cleaning him off than tucked his dick back into his pants, buttoned him up and licked her fingers, "I already took a shower." she said.

"Oh shit Jay was right, you play girl- you play... shit."

Tomeric rose to her feet, avoiding the idiot questions like, "Did you like it?" of course he did, he was weak at the knees and speechless.

"What do you mean play?" Tomeric asked as she wiped some of the goo from her face with her hands, and rubbed it off on to her jeans.

"I mean, 'more than dance' ya know?"

The music was loud again or she noticed it again as he smiled at her and eyed her up and down, "Dancer's I have plenty... but a few girls, a chosen few- do so much more." he leaned in to her neck and kissed it, she felt his hot breath, "Salty sweet." he licked up what he had deposited there. "There is no mention of money- understand?"

Tomeric nodded though she didn't have a clue.

"When a man comes to you with an electric key for an upper room- you go... you don't ask for money and you do whatever they want... but never mention money kapish?"

"Because of the police?"

"Something like that yes." he pulled on her pony tail playfully, "You can go far here- there is much to do Tomeric."

"Hey Carl!" Jay leaned into the booth, "She good?"

"Oh yes my brother." he slapped the black man's hand, "You done good Jay."

"Are you both really brothers?" She asked, "Or are you really good friends?" it was an awkward moment and she couldn't believe she had asked it. "Sorry."

"As I said before, same father." Jay seemed unamused with the question.

The uncomfortable moment passed and Jay escorted her to the bar, there he handed her her ID and she in turn gave the still warm from the press card to the bartender. "Kamikaze" Jay said, "a double shot for her and my usual."

The tender took a look at her card then prepared her drink while she stuck the card in her pocket.

"Most girls have a purse."

"Oh um... well I left in a hurry you know." Tomeric said nervously.

"No worries, your not like most girls Tomeric... that's what I like about you." Jay reached over and squeezed her thigh. his hand was large and nearly wrapped her little leg in comparison. She thought about that as she turned her drink with the stir stick. It was sweet, and strong.

"I thought these drinks were always watered down."

Jay and the bartender both laughed. "They are over priced." Jay agreed, "But only watered down for the dancers if they want it that way- you can have what you want here... we cater to all tastes." he smiled, "You'll be one of those flavors."

She laughed, "That's a clever way to say it." just before the room began to spin, Jay leaned in to her: "Just don't fuck it up like your friend Chloe did... or you'll be buried next to her."

Everything went black.