Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2023 23:12:37 +0000 From: sammythesub19 Subject: White Boy Gets Blackmailed -- Chapter 14 Chapter 14 -- Valued "Alright let's hurry the fuck up and get this show on the road, I'm tired as shit" The fat man proclaimed as I was hurried through his front door and down the hall. As T held my neck and pushed me through the dingy apartment I could barely keep my feet while I got a sense of my surroundings. The flat was as questionable inside as it promised from the outside. A Smoke stained ceiling, and peeling yellow wallpaper covering every wall. There was clutter everywhere, drinks and food wrappers decorating the floors and cigarette smoke filling my senses. The smoke was easy to get use to, especially with the amount T and his friends smoked, and the rubbish, they didn't exactly treat their flat with respect. Much like their whores. But at least the flat was a new build and underneath all of the litter and neglect was a modern, well built apartment. This, on the other hand, was the kind of building I never thought I would set foot in. A squalor that a slob and his friends trash to no end, before moving onto the next. It was hideous and the more I looked, the more I was disgusted. The bin overflowing, piss on the floor in the bathroom we passed by. New life experience, I reassured myself. As I was led through to the living room, the dog barked and barked until the fat man pushed it into an equally rancid room and closed the door. It barked twice more and quite altogether. Well, I thought, at least I'm not getting eaten alive tonight, small victories. "Alright sit there honey" He gestured towards one of three creaky old wood chairs around his equally wobbly "dining table". There was cigarette butts in every crevice that I could see, I tried to avert my eyes to something more pleasurable. So I just watched T's big arms go to work. "T, chuck me that bed sheet there, yeah that grey one there" He was gesturing to a heaped grey sheet that was stuffed in the corner behind the washing basket, overflowing of course. The floor, covered in hair and food droppings, the kitchen, piles of dishes. Take your eyes back to T, I thought, don't think about it. Instinctively T handed the fat man one corner as they hung the bed sheet from the top of the kitchen cupboards. Then it clicked, my photographers mind chimed in, a backdrop. The way they both got to work on making this seamless set up suggested a short hand, of course they'd done this before, but how frequently and when was the last time? If the fat man saw a lot of young white sluts like me come through, I wondered where he would rank me, was I the prettiest he'd seen, or the ugliest? I couldn't help but switch my mind into seductive mode, my mind racing, wondering if he found me attractive. I didn't find him attractive in the slightest, but that's never the point. The point is to want to be fucked by everyone, to be the sexiest whore T had ever found. I sat up a little slighter and crossed my legs and dropped my coat to around my shoulders. "All set, I'll grab my phone" The fat man straightened out the last few kinks in the bed sheet and jogged down the hall. "Off" T said without even looking up from his phone. Without hesitation, I stood up and unzipped my coat. I turned around to reveal myself in a crop top and small boxer shorts before folding and placing my coat gently down on the chair. Hoping to get some kind of second look from T, I bounced from side to side, fidgeting, waiting for his approval. And of course, I was let down. He looked up at me in frustration, "get that shit off I said". No point taking my time with a sexy slow undressing I thought, I dropped my shorts to my ankles and slid them over my air force ones, off came the shirt and that was that, all but my shoes I was standing completely naked in the most hideous flat imaginable. Not exactly the blue chip hookers from Wolf of Wall Street, I thought. But the more I think about it, the more I liked the idea of a pristine young guy like me shaven to be as smooth as silk, slim physique with a bouncy bum, mousy long brown hair, the kind of rent boy you would expect to charge a fortune to a political figure or an investment banker renting his ass out through his black abusive pimp. Yeah, I thought that was more interesting. The fat man hurried back into the room "Wow wasting no time mouse, look at the arse, looks tight, I think this is going to be worth me staying up for" "If we're in luck and she does her job it won't be tight by the end of the night" I stood there, silent "Well" the fat man said "what are you waiting for, get in front of the sheet and give us some slut shit, need some pictures for the listing" Ah yes of course, I didn't bother to ask where they would be posting it, or the even more interesting question how much they would be charging. I knew these were things T wouldn't like me knowing, and wouldn't tell me anyway. As I stepped up to the mark T slipped a cheap, masquerade mask over my head, like a tacky zorro mask. Again, I wondered, how many boys faces has this mask covered. I put that out of my mind and needless to say, I got in front of that bed sheet and worked. The mask rejuvenated that sense of transforming into someone else and mouse took over. I gave them an arch on all fours, I touched my toys, I slut dropped, I popped my hip. Of course I didn't get to see the pictures, but I knew they would be fire from the way the fat man reacted. I even got a smirk from T. "Nice nice nice, that last one is fucking sex mate, your cheeks are fucking glistening, look at that pink hole." They gathered over the dingy dining table and talked in hushed voices. As I stood there awkwardly, naked and cold I was only able to pick up bits and pieces. "yeah just use that description again... change the colour ... age down ... yeah double the price... double for unprotected... hmmm less for...." Finally after a few minutes of quiet deliberation, they posted it and circled back to the kitchen. As if I was invisible they walked straight past me and open a couple of beers from the fridge, conversing about girlfriends, people they knew. I was happy to be a wallflower but the fat man noticed me hovering. "Chilly innit bitch. Don't worry you won't be standing there for long, this is usually the best bit, seeing how long it takes. Ass like yours, I reckon it's going to be any second. The fastest we've ever had is 4 minutes, let's see what you get. Just to get your expectations right, the first couple you're going to take tonight are the worst. Like the weirdest! Haha, because they're just waiting for these posts to go up, these fucking losers will be running to cash points now to get a go at you. The kind that got no schooling, shit job and so all they got is fucking. But with you I reckon tonight we'll be able to be a bit pickier, but we'll still get a funny mix, some suits, some skinheads, some perverts... this one time one guy..." And suddenly his phone lit up, interrupting something I probably didn't want to hear anyway. "Ahh here we go, we've two, no three waiting! Alright let's have a look. Hmmm, T what do you reckon, the whitey or the Indian, I know that guy he won't pay." "Who wants more?" "The whitey, wants head and unprotected, cum inside" "He clean?" "Yeah he was here the other week, showed me his tests then" "Him then" He then turned to me. "First customers up, he's no prince charming but I reckon he'll fuck you good. What's the oldest you've been with before? I paused. "I think he was 50" That caught him off guard and he snorted. "Wow you dark horse little bitch, well...new record for you this ones 55. On his way now, 5 minutes." New experiences... "Alright" T said as he finished his beer. "Grab the collar".