Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 6 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 6

We all left the room together and once we were in the lobby I blinked because it was already light outside. I hadn't noticed it in the room, the drapes had been closed, or something, but I could see the street outside, empty of traffic and that cold, washed out grey color of early dawn. I looked at the front desk and they had a clock, of course. It was just after five in the morning and I tried to understand how I could have spent about six hours, maybe seven, in a hotel room fucking three strangers. It had seemed like two hours at the most and I wondered if I was remembering everything that we'd done and I seriously doubted it.

Lance dropped the keycard at the desk and the guys were leaving, walking out with laughs and smiles and I jerked to life, walking quickly to catch up.

"Hey…Wait…I have to get home!" I said. "I need my purse!"

"What?" Lance grinned at me.

"I don't have any money or anything." I said. "I have to get home."

"Shit." Ron shook his head at me. "Call your husband."

"Come on, let's go." Lance said turning away from me and Derek gave me an apologetic shrug. Ron was already getting into one of the taxi cabs sitting idle at the curb.

"Sorry, Gina." Derek said. "You're a great fuck though."

"What?" I stared at them. Lance was in the backseat with Ron, pulling the door closed. "Wait! You can't leave me here!"

Derek got into the front passenger seat.

"Derek! Wait…Please!"

I ran the dozen feet to the cab and pounded on the back window, tried to open the door and I could see Lance sitting there laughing at me, wiggling his fingers. The cab jerked off, pulling away quickly and leaving me standing there looking after it.

"You better move along now." The hotel doorman, an older man with a burgundy uniform was looking at me like I was dirt.

"But…I need to use the phone." I told him. "Can I use your phone? Please?"

"Get out of here, before I call the police." He frowned at me and turned around, moving to guard the entrance to his hotel. "Go back to your pimp."

"W-What?" I blinked and felt my face burn with embarrassment. "I'm not a whore!"

"Go, or I'll call the cops." He warned me again and it was clear that a whore was exactly what he thought I was.

"Fuck you!" I screamed and tears flooded my eyes.

I was so mad I was shaking and literally jumping up and down and he did go inside then and he was going to call the cops and so I did the only thing I could. I left quickly, swearing and crying and hating everything and everyone all at once just then.

Three blocks down there was another hotel, a nice one like they all were in this part of town, and a couple taxis were sitting out front like they do. I went to the first one and tapped on the glass, waking the driver up.

"Hey, hi…" I breathed, feeling like I'd just run ten miles.

"You need a cab?" He looked at me doubtfully.

"Yeah, I'm going to Maplewood." I smiled and started reaching for the handle on the passenger door.

"You got money?" He asked me, turning around in his seat.

"What? Yeah, of course I do." I nodded.

"Let me see it." He said. "That's a long ways, thirty bucks easy."

"I don't have it on me." I sighed. "I got my purse stolen, but when I get to my friend's house I can pay, okay?"

"Friend's house?" He chuckled. "Get out."

"No, please! I'm serious, I'll pay you double the meter, okay? Just drive."

"No way, get out." He shook his head and I stared at him. "I said get out."

"Fine." I breathed. "Fucking asshole."

I slammed the door and went to the next cab, this one being driven by an older guy, overweight and eating a croissant.

"Look," I said, talking through the open window after he rolled it down, "I lost my purse and I just want to get home. I can pay you when we get there, okay? I'll give you an extra fifty, alright?"

"An extra fifty?" He looked at me, chewing slowly and he crumbs all over his fat lips. "Where you going?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Maplewood."

He looked me up and down and shook his head.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Nah, I don't like it." He said. "Go somewhere else."

"But…I'm serious." I said, looking into his eyes so he'd know. "I'm married, I got kids at home. Please?"

"You got kids?" He snorted. "And you're working the street?"

"No…No, I was in a club…"

"Get outta here." He was rolling up his window.

"I'll blow you…" I said through the narrowing crack in the glass. "…Whatever you want."

"Oh yeah?" He wiped his mouth with his hand. "Plus the fifty."

"Yeah, yeah." I swallowed hard. "Plus the fifty."

"Alright, get in the front." He said, leaning over to open the door and I smiled.

"Thanks…God, thank you so much!" I was saying as I got in.

"Yeah, yeah…" He started his cab and we drove about two blocks before he parked behind a restaurant.

"I gotta go to Maplewood." I said, looking around.

"Right, but first you gotta blow me, right?" He grinned, leaning back a little and jerking his double chins down towards his crotch.

"Right." I swallowed hard. "Okay…"

I felt myself burn with acute humiliation and that was getting to be a frequent occurrence, one I didn't like at all. I was a wife and mother, a member of the PTA. I'd been a den mother for JJ's cub scout troop the year before. What was wrong with these people? I wasn't a whore, couldn't they see that? Why did I have to suck a guy just to get a break? And pay him an extra fifty dollars on top of that, I reminded myself.

This guy was ugly too! Fat and sloppy. I could smell his cock when I pulled it out of his dirty pants. He probably lived in his cab, lived in those clothes. His dick was uncircumcised and when I peeled the foreskin back it was sticky, reluctant as there was old fluids half-dried underneath. He probably jerked off and didn't even wash himself afterwards, I thought. It was disgusting and the smell almost made me retch.

It was big too, big like Ron's, except pale and pinkish and not so thick maybe. But the feeling of it. His skin was hot and greasy, like old French fries reheated in a microwave or something. I didn't want to be touching him at all and the odor was like mildew, old socks stuffed wet in a corner and left there for a week. I saw his mushroom shaped cockhead stained with old cum. It had to be and there was more underneath the flanged head, revealed as I pulled that foreskin back slowly.

"Go on, slut…Eat my dick for breakfast." The driver grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair and pushing me down and I had no choice. I had to get back to Stacy's house because I sure couldn't go home like this.

I took his cock into my mouth, tentatively closing my lips around it and trying very hard not to touch that prick with any more of my body than was absolutely necessary. I just used my lips to slide up and down an inch of shaft, not much at all, and I was trying to keep his cockhead from brushing my tongue or the roof of my mouth, or any part of my mouth, really. That was impossible, of course, especially since even a guy like that had some idea how a real blowjob should feel.

"Suck it right, bitch." He growled. "Or you'll be walkin'."

"Mmphh…" I agreed, feeling my stomach rebel and I hoped I wouldn't puke.

Once it was decided that I had no choice except to give the man a real blowjob, I gave him the best one I could. I just wanted it over with. I kept my mouth tight around him, using my tongue to give him his first bath in a week probably, and swallowed his slimy taste down as if I loved it. I made all the noises a man likes, moaning and trying to give him my eyes. I even pulled his fat balls free, and they were sticky too. I rolled them around in my hand, making it real nice for the bastard.

"Yeah…That's it, you make a lot of money with that mouth, huh?" He chuckled. "I love drivin' cab."

I didn't pay much attention to him and even managed to ignore his hand as it reached for my tits, mauling my tender breasts through my halter top. Whatever he needed to get off, I didn't care. I was bobbing my head up and down fast, catching my temple on the steering wheel more than once, and using the guy's fat belly for a pillow occasionally. It took a long time though, or maybe it just seemed like it, I don't know. He finally did cum, holding my mouth down with both hands and telling me to eat all of it. I didn't have much say in it anyway and his semen was thin and oily, salty as hell too, and it was probably his bad diet.

"There…" I said, sitting up and wiping my sperm stained mouth across the back of my hand. "…Okay?"

"Yeah, that was good." He nodded, starting the engine and smiling after he got his prick put away. "Sit in the back, I don't want someone to think you're my girlfriend or nothin'."

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "I know what you mean."

I got out of the cab, moving towards the back, and as soon as the front passenger door was closed, the guy took off. I was just reaching for the door handle so I could get in and he gunned it, that yellow piece of shit accelerating down the alley and taking a hard right onto the street. I was left there, staring in disbelief as my ride disappeared, tasting the guy's sperm and wondering what I was supposed to do then.

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"What's the matter with you?" A girl's voice interrupted my self-pity.

I hadn't gone anywhere. I was still in that alley, sitting on a piece of cardboard with my legs drawn up, hugging my knees and trying to think. My brain wasn't working though. I was tired, so tired, crashing from the night before, and I wanted a pill desperately. Two of them maybe, because I was low. I needed those pills. Some coke too. Where was my coke? Who had my purse? I would have killed someone for a line right then. All my problems could be solved if I could just think clearly and to do that I needed my greens. I needed my coke.

"What?" I looked at her and she really was a whore.

Not very tall, a little heavy maybe, but not bad. A black girl and not very old, twenty-one maybe, but who could say for sure? She had a leopard print skirt, golden fishnet stockings and a black bikini top, showing off her little round tummy and big round tits. I laughed because she was a stereotypical whore, straight from central casting, and I found the idea ludicrous that prostitutes really did look like that. It had to be a joke.

"I said what's the matter with you?" She frowned, not liking my laugh probably.

"I got no money." I shrugged. "I'm about twenty miles from home. My husband's got no idea where I am and my kids are probably crying."

"Huh." She looked at me and the back door of the restaurant closed behind her with a loud click.

"Other than that…" I smiled. "…I'm just fucking peachy."

"Who's your man?" She asked and I narrowed my eyes.

"My husband? Jack, but he's…"

"Husband? Shit, whatever girl." She started walking away on her scuffed up leather boots.

"Hey, wait! You have a phone? You know where I could use one?" I asked her, still sitting there.

"My old man's got a phone." She shrugged. "Maybe he'll let you use it."

Really?" I nodded. "Okay, thanks."

I got up, brushing my butt off and hurrying after the girl as she kept walking.

"I'm Gina." I said, just because I really needed a friend.

"Doreen." The girl looked at me. "I haven't seen you around here before."

"I live in the Grove." I shrugged.

"The Grove?" She laughed. "What's that?"

"Spring Grove? It's south of here?" I said and got a blank look. "The suburbs?"

"I don't know about any suburbs." Doreen shrugged. "I'm from Detroit myself."

"Oh." I nodded.

We walked a few blocks until we reached a Seven-Eleven convenience store and Doreen led me to a car, a black BMW with gold spoked wheels and heavily tinted glass. She knocked on the rear passenger window and it rolled down slowly and there was a black guy sitting in there, but at least he didn't look like the pimps on television. He looked pretty normal, if a red track suit could be called that.

"Where you been?" The guy asked Doreen, taking her purse and opening it.

"Working." She shrugged. "Where else would I be?"

"Heh." The guy didn't say anything to that, but he was counting money out of her purse. He put some back and kept most of it, then he was looking at me for the first time.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Sup?" He narrowed his eyes. "Who're you?"

"This is Gina, she wants to…" Doreen started talking but the guy waved at her to shut up.

"I was wondering if I could use your phone?" I asked him politely. "I just need to call home."

"Pay phone right over there." He pointed and I turned my head, nodding slowly.

"Right, yeah." I agreed. "Uh, can I borrow a dollar?"

"Fuck!" He laughed and someone else was laughing too, a deep rumble coming from the front seat.

"I just have to call home and get a ride, you know?"

"Yeah, get a ride, huh?" He smacked his lips leaning a bit out the open window so he could look me up and down.

"I'm not a prost…Working girl." I said, smiling at Doreen, but she wasn't even there anymore.

"You got a dick?" The guy asked and I shook my head.

"No, uh-uh." I didn't understand.

"Then you're a woman." He nodded. "That makes you a whore."

"Uh, yeah, maybe." I shrugged, biting back on the sudden urge to laugh at him, because I really did think he meant that all women are whores. It was probably why he was a pimp.

"How old are you?" He wondered. "You thirty yet?"

"What? Look, um, can I use your phone or not?"

I looked around and I could probably bum change from customers, enough to make a phone call anyway…So long as the guy working the store didn't call the cops on me. Shoot, he might even have a phone I could use, I didn't need to be begging a pimp, did I? My brain really wasn't working and I felt my whole insides knot up with the need for a pill. I was feeling sick and that pill would make me well again, I was sure of it. I just needed Stacy cause she had my purse.

"Yeah, hell." He smiled. "You can use my phone, get in…Other side."

"What?" I laughed. "Get in your car?"

"Well, yeah. If you wanna use my phone we gotta go to my place." He smiled. "So…Let's make like a banana and split, huh?"

"Split?" I shook my head. "I thought you had like a celphone or something."

"A celphone? I don't talk on those, baby." He jerked his head. "You wanna go, let's go. I'm going. Start the car Ricky."

The BMW started with a soft purr, vibrating just barely and the guy was rolling up his window. I didn't have to go with him. I knew that. Someone would give a dollar. I'd get home. But he was a pimp and maybe…Didn't pimps have drugs? He might have something and I needed it. That's what I was really doing and I'd known it but hadn't admitted it until I was getting inside.

"Yeah, shit. There you go, make yourself at home." The man said and now I could see another black guy, a big one, driving.

"Okay, yeah." I smiled nervously and I felt like I was made out of Jell-O or something. I was trembling inside with my tummy knotted up.

"It ain't far anyway." He was all smiles. "I'm Jimmy. That's my big man up there, Ricky."

"I'm Gina." I nodded.

"Yeah, I got that." Jimmy said. "You look like you had a rough night, huh?"

"Do I?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah, I seen that look before." He sighed. "You need more than a phone, right? What's your caper?"

"My caper?" I laughed. "Uh…I don't know."

"Yeah you do." He narrowed his eyes. "Booze? Crack? Some scamp, crystal, plain old dope? You ain't gotta be shy with me, I grew up out here. I've seen it."

"Ummm…Greens?" I offered. "And…Uh…Coke."

"Greens and coke?" He chuckled. "Little speed freak?"

"I guess, I don't know…" I shrugged.

"That shit gets expensive after awhile, don't it? That why you're bumming dollars?"

"No, uh-uh." I shook my head. "I lost my purse, left it in a club with a friend of mine."

"Okay, sure." He nodded. "Sure that happens. And then you did some crazy shit last night, huh? You're crashing now though, but you can't sleep?"

"I don't know." I licked my lips.

"Okay, yeah." Jimmy gave my left leg a gentle pat. "I'll take care of you, huh? Get you righteous again."

"After I call, it'll be fine." I said. "Once I use your phone, then I'll go home and be fine."

"Hmmm…" Jimmy shrugged and we were already stopping at a downtown apartment building.

Jimmy's place was on the third floor and there was just me and him inside it after he closed the door, snapping a couple deadbolts in place and a heavy door chain. I looked around and it looked like a place just made for having a party. Lots of Christmas lights, of all things. Low, deeply padded furniture. Fake bearskin rugs that made me giggle. Pictures of girls on the walls. A big screen television and a fancy stereo. The drapes were closed, the shades drawn, and I didn't see any telephone.

"Where's your phone?" I asked.

"Around here, I dunno." Jimmy shrugged. "Let's fix you first, huh?"

"Fix me?" I blinked at him and then looked down at his hand as he took me gently, but firmly by the arm.

Jimmy led me into his bedroom, which had a big bed and way too much red satin and velvet for my taste. Red carpeting, red wall paper. The bed was red and the light bulbs were red. It hurt my eyes actually and I found myself wincing until I was used to it. At least the ceiling was white, except it looked pink.

"We'll make you feel good, let you come down the good way." He said, pushing me slowly until I sat on the bed.

"The good way?" I smiled nervously and my skin was crawling. "I don't know if I need to take anymore…"

"Yeah you do, trust me, huh?" He smiled, opening his nightstand. "This is what you need to get beautiful again."

"Jimmy, um…Thanks but…" I blinked hard because he was unzipping a flat leather pouch, opening it up and there were needles in there. Rubber tubing and other stuff.

"Lie down, I'll fix you up nice, Gina." He promised. "Real sweet like you deserve."

"Please…"

I was shaking and I was already dying inside, needing the pills and the coke. Now what was I going to take? I had to be insane and I started to get up, wanting to leave, but Jimmy pushed me back and I was lying on his pillows. I was so tired, so frightened and frustrated and angry and humiliated. It was all seething inside me and I was hiding it well, but…Maybe I did need something else. Maybe he was right. I was tired of trying to figure it out. I wanted someone else to take care of me for a bit, just a little while so I could sleep.

"Here we go, see this goes around here…" He'd heated some powder, like cocaine, but I knew it wasn't. I knew what it was, but I didn't want to know. Now he was wrapping that rubber around my arm.

"Will it…Hurt?" I asked, swallowing hard as I watched my veins growing, purple under the red lights.

"No." Jimmy smiled. "Just a pinch and then it's all Mardi Gras, baby."

"I'm scared." I breathed.

"Scared of what?" Jimmy had his needle ready, filled with milky water it looked like, but it wasn't. "This?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "What if my husband doesn't love me anymore?"

"Shhh…" He slipped the needle into my vein and I winced. "…You ain't gonna care about that no more."

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I had a dream that my husband was fucking me. Except in my dream he was black. He was on top of me, kissing my mouth sweetly, working his hard black penis in and out of my sex slowly. I had my legs around him and we were both naked. I was moving my hands across his shoulders, down his back and up again. I slid my feet up and down his legs, feeling his soft hair tickling my toes.

His tongue was in my mouth, moving lazily, wriggling back and forth and I played with it. I sucked my husband's long pink tongue, bit his full black lips while I arched my back, and thrust with my hips, meeting his cock with my cunt. I was so hungry for it, my sex seemed insatiable and the orgasms were spectacular. I came over and over, writhing beneath the man as he pumped me full of sperm.

It was a good dream, a wonderful dream and I had it over and over, all day long while I slept.

When I woke up I didn't remember where I was and it was dark. I couldn't see anything and I reached down, because the dreams were so real, and I felt my sex puffy and wet, my labia distended and the sheets were damp beneath me. I knew then why the dreams were so good and why my husband had been black. I was full of Jimmy's cum and I had no idea how many times he'd fucked me, but I knew it was more than twice probably.

I hadn't called anyone. I didn't even know exactly where I was. Downtown, someplace, in an apartment. Jimmy's apartment and he was a pimp and he'd given me an injection, heroine, I was pretty sure. I'd gotten seriously high off that and then I'd slept. I'd slept like a baby and maybe Jimmy had fucked me then, while I was unconscious, I didn't know. But I thought not. I'd been awake in my dreams, kissing him. Telling him I loved him. Calling the pimp 'Jack' and cumming around his cock.

I did feel better, physically at least, but not emotionally. I was falling into a hole now, a deep one, and it seemed unfair that it was happening so fast. Losing your life should take a long time. Losing your pride. Losing your dignity, your love and respect. Losing everything that makes us who we are. Shouldn't that take a lifetime? The same lifetime it took me to find it, thirty-three years, didn't I deserve another before I lost it?

"No." I whispered in the dark. I deserved exactly what I was getting.

"Where's your phone?" I asked Jimmy, knowing the answer already.

He was sitting in the living room, watching basketball on his big television. I hadn't even bothered getting dressed. I'd just wiped my sex with a sheet.

"Look who's awake." He smiled and patted the cushion next to him. "Come here and sit down."

"I gotta call my friend." I said, not moving.

"No, you gotta come sit down." He said. "That's what you gotta do."

"What if I don't?" I asked him.

"Then you're gonna see Jimmy's bad side." He stared at me.

"That's what I thought." I sighed, walking over and sitting down next to him.

"Careful you don't think too much." He told me, reaching up to stroke my hair. "You just let me do the thinking from now on."

"I need my pills." I said, and I could feel that desire like a fist around my soul. "Or some coke…Give me some coke."

"I give you what you need." He told me. "And you need to get off that habit, understand me? It's no good. That shit's expensive and it'll dry you out."

"I need it." I said. "I really do, Jimmy."

I reached for his cock, and all the man was wearing was a pair of loose boxers and a black bathrobe, opened in the front and spread around his body. I found him beneath the cotton, a soft lump that started to grow stronger as I rubbed it.

"Please?" I asked him. "Just a little bit? It hurts, Jimmy."

"Not yet it don't." He smiled. "You're still okay."

"But…"

"When you're in real pain, I'll fix you again." He told me. "Gonna get you off the speed."

"And on something else?" I frowned.

"Everybody's on something, baby." He told me, smiling as I pulled his long black cock free. "Now you get on that."

I'd hoped to get some coke out of Jimmy, or some pills at least, by getting him excited, but that wasn't going to work. The man owned women and sex wasn't anything but a tool for him. He was a lot better at using people than I was and I didn't care. I'd surrendered and I felt dead inside.

I missed my kids. I missed all of them, especially Amy. I'd slapped her. The very last time I'd seen her, maybe the last time I'd ever see her for all I knew, and I'd slapped her face. I wanted to cry for that. It was in me, the feeling, but there weren't any tears. I was dried up, like Jimmy had said, and it wasn't just the coke, it was everything. I was too weak for it. For marriage, for motherhood, for life itself. I just wasn't strong enough to do it everyday for my whole life.

I took Jimmy's cock into my mouth, sucking him slowly, imagining that was the drug I needed, wanting it to sate the appetite inside me, but it wasn't. It was just another man and I'd had so many over the last few days. Here was one more, Jimmy, using me like the whore he was turning me into. I was sucking the cock of the man who wanted to steal everything from me. But what did I have left to lose? Nothing at all.

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end of chapter 06
end of MLH Part One
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