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  My name is Portia and I am a ho from a long line of hoes. Unlike my family before me, however, I have turned pussy into a lucrative enterprise. My grandmother was an old-school hooker who relied on a few regulars to supply her basic needs, and my mother was a cracked-out trick who was killed by a junkie pimp in an alley way. I was there, five-years-old, cold, hungry and huddled near a dumpster. I watched him beat the life out of my mom for the twenty dollars she’d just made. I sat there for hours until the hunger pains forced me to move. I grew up in this ass-for-cash game. I’ve seen the best and survived the worst. I am the madam of an elite prostitution ring in the hood, and this is the story of how the ring was broken.

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  Fornication Volume One

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  Also By Julia Press Simmons

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  Copyright © 2011 by Julia Press Simmons

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  ISBN – 0615577075

  First Printing December 2011

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  Rock Bottom…

  Honey was wet, sick and freezing. She sold the only coat she owned two weeks ago to a woman shivering at a bus stop. The temperature was well below freezing on that day as well, however, Honey needed a fix more than she needed heat. A bitter wind sliced through the rain. She shook her head. I’m going to pay for that dumb ass move all winter long, she thought as she hugged herself.

  The rain had Honey’s t-shirt sticking to her bony frame. Crack and heroin constantly ate away at Honey’s curvy figure, leaving her with nothing but booty meat and she prayed to the heavens that her fat ass would be enough to earn her a quick fix. Her entire body ached and her stomach kept contracting and heaving, but there wasn’t any food in it for her to throw up. Two days ago she wondered how she had sunk so low. Sitting on the floor of the room she shared with a trick named Maria, and coming down off of a wicked high, she had been missing her daughter Tiana with all of her heart, but that was two days ago, and that’s damn near a lifetime to a junkie. She needed to focus on her next hit and not on the daughter she wasn’t allowed to see.

  Honey reached the crack house on Norris Street and tucked her wet t-shirt inside of her jeans. She wiped her face with the crook of her arm and smoothed down her nappy hair as best she could. Satisfied with her appearance, she pushed the door open and headed straight for the stairs. Dope fiends lined the walls of the house that was dimly lit by a few candles in the window sill. Honey’s body reacted to the smell of crack rock burning in homemade glass pipes. Goose bumps rose along her skin, and her nipples hardened as excitement and desperation charged through her system. She stepped over an old woman passed out in the hallway without even sparing her a second glance.

  A young chocolate-colored brother sat on the steps sucking on a glass pipe. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a tan Dickies outfit. Sweetheart, you are way too young to be out of school this time of day, Honey thought, and you are damn sure too young to be licking on a glass dick. She shook her head slightly, but didn’t comment. She’d learned to keep her thoughts to herself long ago.

  “Excuse me,” she murmured as she squeezed by him. The young boy looked at Honey’s thighs, grabbed his dick, and offered Honey a hit. “I’m good,” Honey said softly. She kept going up the steps. A hit would be nice, she thought, but I need a hot shot and I know if I bounce on Slim’s dick just right, he’ll give me one. Honey ran her hands down her shirt and tugged her jeans up before knocking on the door.

  Slim liked to have private fuck parties on Friday mornings while everyone else hugged the block. All of the neighborhood tricks were welcome until they were too far gone. It was all over for them as soon as the drugs robbed them of their shape, looks and good hygiene habits.

  “Watcha want?” barked a rough voice from inside the room.

  Honey had no idea who that was and she didn’t care. She lifted her head and cleared her throat. “Fornication,” she said sweetly, and the door sprang open. Honey sashayed into the room and stood by the wall. It was darker in there than in the hall. Honey had to squint until her eyes adjusted to the sparse light of the candles in the corner. The two windows in the rear were painted black and marijuana smoke hung in the air like a storm cloud.

  Soft moans and slurping sounds drew Honey’s eyes to the corner of the room where a young girl was sucking off two dudes like an old pro. Both men were huge. They got prison yard muscles, Honey thought. She ducked her head and squinted through the smoke but couldn’t make out their faces. Slim sat in a chair not far from the trio with his jeans around his ankles, stroking his wood frantically.

  Honey eyed the rest of the people in the room. Another big dude stood guard at the door, and two run-down tricks held up the wall beside her. Honey gave them a quick once over and dismissed them with a shrug. They were not only run-down, they were run-over as far as she was concerned. Honey slipped her t-shirt over her head, kicked her sneaks off and shimmied out of her jeans. Slim is the only motherfucker in here worth worrying about, she thought as she walked over to him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and swallowed both of his balls. Humming softly, she let the vibration of her throat work its magic. She trailed her fingers lightly across Slim’s thighs.

  “Damn, girl. Now that’s how you say hello to a nigga.”

  Honey ran her teeth against the base of Slim�
�s nuts, making him squirm in his seat. She let his balls drop from her mouth and kissed his inner thigh. “Hi, Slim,” she said, rising slowly and letting her breasts brush against his skin. She turned around, giving him a bird’s eye view of her brown round.

  “Honey-Dip,” Slim said with a guttural moan, “your ass is a thing of beauty.”

  Honey grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks, and then let them slap together again. She gave Slim a sly look over her shoulder. He was a beautiful man with a dark chocolate complexion, smooth skin, trim build, bald head and a close-cut goatee. Slim was a number cruncher for real, and he moved weight throughout the hood like a master chess player. He had one and only one flaw: Slim was weak for pussy. It ruled his world and his thoughts. Honey was sure that these little Friday parties and the other extracurricular activities he dabbled in during the week were going to be his downfall. She smiled as Slim smacked her ass and then licked his fingertips. He slid his wet fingers over the rod in his hands and then clamped down on Honey’s hips. A small voice in the back of her mind whispered for her to ask Slim for a condom, but the voice was drowned out by her heartbeat as Slim tugged her down onto his lap and slipped inside of her. Honey moaned. Slim was thick, long, rock hard, and he filled Honey up to capacity. She arched her back as a ripple of ecstasy climbed up her spine.

  “Yeah,” Slim breathed. “You like that, don’t you mama? Open up for daddy.”

  Honey’s entire body responded to the timbre of Slim’s voice and the gentle pulse of his manhood inside of her. Warm, silky wetness oozed out of Honey’s sweet spot as she pressed herself down on Slim’s lap. “Oh baby, yeah. Give me every last bit of it. I want all of it.”

  Slim dug his fingers into her waist as he lifted her up and slapped her back down, driving himself inside of her with mind-bending force. Honey’s eyes swept over the room, drinking in the various sex scenes that played out in front of her.

  Ol’ girl was slobbering all over those beefed-up niggas. The big boy at the door had one trick bent over the stool he had been sitting on. He hammered away at her ass while she had the other girl for breakfast. Honey looked back over her shoulder and cut her eyes at the smirk on Slim’s lips. She clamped her walls down on his log and watched as his smirk morphed into a snarl.

  “That’s what I’m talking about. Give me that hot stuff, girl.” Slim released Honey’s waist and slapped her on the ass hard. Honey licked her lips and moved her hips in slow circles, clenching and releasing her walls with each rotation. Slim’s arms fell down by his sides. His eyes glazed over and his head lolled back. Honey was deep into the rhythm of each stroke. Her thigh and calf muscles were taut as she braced her weight above him and slowed her pace. Her hunger for a fix was held at bay for the moment while she got caught up in the feeling—the control. She rode Slim for forty-five minutes straight. She made him beg, holler and moan, driving him to the brink orgasm but never letting him release. The trio by the door was wrapping up. Dude nutted on the smaller girl’s back, tossed them both ten dollars and then sent them on their way. Honey’s legs buckled and her ass smacked into Slim’s lap as she lost her balance. That quick flash of cash brought her need for a fix rushing back. Her stomach clenched as Slim sat up in the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed himself against her back and brushed his lips over her spine.

  Honey barely felt it. The spell was broken, and all she could think about was getting a shot. Suddenly she was cold, her stomach rolled in waves. She shivered and heaved, but did not throw up.

  “You coming for daddy?” Slim whispered. “Come for daddy!” He rocked Honey on his lap, digging deep inside of her. “That’s right, baby, come all over this dick.” He squeezed her hips. “Your shit is good, you know that? Your shit don’t even feel like junkie pussy. It’s all tight, wet and warm.”

  Honey could hardly understand what he was saying. The need to get high trumped the need to get off. She could no longer pretend she was some sort of sex kitten in the middle of an erotic fantasy. Her chest tightened and her leg muscles cramped with spasms in small rapid bursts of pain. She whimpered as Slim slipped his arms under hers and clamped down on her shoulders. He pushed inside of her with a grunt. Honey screamed. Her eyes darted around the room and landed on a little boy she didn’t even realize was there.

  Fat tears rolled down his chubby cheeks.

  Oh my God, Honey thought. She wanted to go to him, wipe his tears, wrap him up and take him away from there. She covered her breasts with her hands and her body jerked up and down from the punishment Slim delivered from beneath her. He didn’t notice or care that she was no longer into it. She felt him grow ram-rod hard inside of her. She knew that he was about to come and he wasn’t going to let anything distract from that. A scream sliced through the air and Honey’s head whipped around to the source. The young girl was no longer sucking the two ex-cons off in the corner. She was lying face down on the floor. One guy knelt on her arms, effectively pinning her in place while the other guy fucked her in the ass hard with no lube and no mercy. Her ripped panties lay on the floor beside her and the blood dripping down her hip pooled on the floor. She let out another soul-shattering scream and the guy on her arms punched her in the face, cutting her eye and bloodying her nose. Honey jumped up to help her, but Slim jerked her back by her hair.

  “Where you think you going, bitch?”

  Honey couldn’t hear him. All she could see was the blood running down the poor girl’s face. She clawed at Slim’s hands, trying to free herself as the mother in her roared to life.

  Slim loosened his grip on her hair and wrapped his fingers around her neck, choking off her air supply. Honey’s eyes bulged and her heart thudded against her rib cage.

  “Yo, dawg, let me hit that,” said the guy kneeling on the girl’s shoulders. He grabbed his dick and bit his lip, watching his friend tear into her ass.

  “Naw, man. I just opened this shit up. Go find another trick.”

  “Come on, dawg, everybody else left. Let me hit that tight little ass.”

  His friend looked around the room without breaking the rhythm of his stroke. Sweat dripped off of his forehead onto the girl’s back. “Yo, go ‘head and fuck that little boy in the corner. An ass is an ass, right?”

  An evil smile crept across the dude’s face. “You right about that, dawg.” He stood up slowly and turned towards the little boy. “Come here, little man. Let me talk to you for a second.” He didn’t even bother pulling his pants up.

  The little boy shivered and tried to back further into the corner.

  The young girl screamed, “Leave my brother alone!” She grabbed his jeans, trying to stop him, but he kicked her hand away.

  “Bitch, you must got a death wish.” He stooped down to retrieve the semi-automatic he’d stuck in his pocket when she’d first started giving him head.

  That was his first mistake.

  Honey watched the scene play out. She felt helpless and scared out of her mind. Slim was trying to choke the life out of her. The young girl saw what dude was reaching for and got to it first. She didn’t hesitate, squeezing the trigger as soon as she got a good grip on the handle. She shot him in the foot and he fell to the floor screaming. She reached back and shot the dude on top of her. The bullet went through his mouth and plastered his brains to the ceiling. He dropped dead on top of her. With a shriek, she rolled his lifeless body off of her and stumbled to her feet. She stepped on his friend’s chest and shot him in the temple before turning to Slim.

  Slim let go of Honey’s neck and pushed her onto the floor. He cleared his throat. “Are you crazy, bitch? You must be crazy. Do you know who I am?” He took a slow step forward.

  The girl nodded and raised the gun up to his chest. “Another dead nigga,” she said, pumping five bullets inside of him. She bent over, picked up clothes from the corner and threw them at Honey. “If you can move, then you best get dressed.” She turned towards the little boy. “Peanut, check these bodies for cash and weight. And hurry up about it.”
She found her jeans stuck under the dead dude without a face. She kicked him over and spit on him. Pulling on the jeans, she snapped her fingers at Honey. “Yo, what are you waiting for? The cops will be here soon and I don’t think you should be around when the get here.” Peanut relieved the bodies of their goods and tried to open up the back window. It wouldn’t budge. Portia buttoned her pants and pushed Peanut out of the way. She knocked the glass out of the window with the gun hilt. “Go ‘head through,” she said to the little boy. “Be careful.” She put the gun in her waistband and extended her hand out to Honey, ushering her to the window. “My name is Portia. I saw you try to help us, so I’m going to help you. Come with me if you like your freedom.”

  Honey’s been with her ever since.

  Chapter Two

  Portia split the el and dumped the guts in the trash. Her head was still spinning over Mookie’s phone call at the crack of dawn. Everyone seemed to have had a fucked up night. Honey got knocked for walking the strip, April’s transmission was shot, leaving her and Mookie stranded in AC, and Babygirl sliced up a dude at the Hub for getting a little too rough. So once again Portia had to put on her Wonder Woman outfit and save the fucking day, which was the last thing she wanted to do.

  Portia was tired, sore and stressed the fuck out. She’d had a long-ass night with Rich, one of her regulars who always beat on her poor twat like he had something against it. Nigga’s money was as long as his donkey dick, she thought, twisting up the blunt. She put up with his deadly stroke game at least four nights a week just to keep the lights on. She looked over at his six-foot-two, two-hundred-fifty pound chocolate body stretched out on the king-sized Serta that he’d brought her for Christmas and smiled.