A brown Buick pulled into the parking area behind the Mall center on Vine Street by St. Monica Boulevard. The back door opened, and the flaxen-haired blonde spilled out into the early evening sun. She slammed the door shut and took her time admiring her voluptuous figure in the car window's reflection. She wore purple lingerie with garters and matching high heels. Today was her second day of training and the squad leader had made it known to look her damn best.
The car eased out of the parking space and did a U-turn that took it back to the expressway. Behind the wheel, the black man got a final glance of her in his rear-view mirror before she got lost from view.
Her mission today was simple: she was to make herself known and to accost any suitable black man, or men, worthy of her time. She was to give herself willingly, and though she might put up a protest if necessary, but must make it believable enough not to say no to their request. The squad leader informed her that eyes would be on her the entire time, and her performance will be graded.
The woman stood there contemplating what direction to begin her mission. She wasn't too familiar with this part of the city. Few people were strolling about the parking ground; hardly any of them glanced in her direction. It felt as if her outfit wasn't blatant enough to get someone to notice her.
In actuality, she was being noticed. Across the street from the parking ground, a sedan stood idle by the curb. The vehicle had tinted windows; three men occupied its interior. Two of them were black, one of them made recordings of the woman from the backseat. The other was a middle-aged white man in a brown suit who occupied the passenger seat. He was the woman's husband. He had been invited to observe his wife's performance and was anxious to see her in hot action.
The woman's name was Elsa, and she hooked her handbag over her shoulder and strolled out of the parking lot. The men in the sedan watched her every move. The filmmaker in the backseat didn't take her out of his camcorder shot. Elsa stood by the curb for a moment, then walked toward her left. She turned left again into an alleyway leading east, where she then went out of sight.
"Let's go," said the militant figure behind the wheel, who then started the car and eased into traffic.
Elsa had no idea she was being followed but knew the leader hadn't lied when he said eyes would be on her. She swept her hair from her face as she walked. The alleyway was filthy. Several people walked past her; a few gave her an eyeful, but they were unlikely candidates. Her feature stayed bland, but her nerves were raging with excitement. She knew one way or another before the day was over, she was going to score with someone or some men. She yearned to please her trainers today.
The men in the car drove down the block then made a turn. They weren't in a hurry to catch up with her, as they knew what direction she was heading. Elsa was unaware of the GPS homing device lying dormant in her handbag to track her movement. A little information the squad leader left out while briefing her.
Elsa walked the alleyway's length and then came out into Sherman Circle, where she encountered her first client.
His name was Bevins, 23yrs old. Sherman Circle was his stomping ground where he often came for some alone time. Never did he think he would be so lucky when his eyes made contact with Elsa as she strutted gingerly from across the street. A light seemed to go off in his head as he came to his feet, meaning to accost her.
"Hey, babe," he smiled, beguiling cockiness in full display. "You looking a little lost, dear. A fine thing like you ought not be wandering these parts the way you look."
Elsa nodded. "Yeah, I am feeling a little lost."
"You need some help then? I sure won't mind helping a damsel in distress." He licked his lips as his eyes blatantly canvassed her body. "Tell me where you wanna go, and I'll see if I can lead you along."
"I don't know," Elsa murmured, "where would you have in mind to take me?"
Bevins smiled, accepting the challenge. "Well, I know a comfy place where we can get along, if you've got the time."
"I think I can make some time."
"A'right, then," Bevins' grin sparkled. "Follow me."
He locked his arm around her, and together, they continued past Sherman Circle.
The sedan kept a reasonable distance as the vehicle occupants spied the couple as they crossed the street, strolling north-east into Kansas Street.
"Looks like we're on," the militant remarked as he maintained his distance behind the couple.
They were halfway down the street when Bevins led Elsa into a corner that turned out to be the behind of a laundromat.
"This looks like a good spot," he indicated, leading Elsa behind a dumpster. The place had a rancid smell about it; rats scurried out of one of several open trash bins, but Bevins pretended as if he hadn't spotted them.
He glanced around to make sure nobody was lurking about before unbuttoning his jeans. Elsa fell to her knees and helped with that. She unzipped his fly and freed his cock from the recess of his pair of briefs, and began sucking his tool. It took seconds before Bevin began reeling from the warm, pleasurable impact of her tongue. How fucking lucky could a brother be, finding this hot blonde and then talking the bitch into sucking his dick. This was beyond any dream he could ever have that's come through. He went on caressing her head to remind himself that she was real and that he wasn't tripping off some weed.
Elsa held onto his thighs while nodding her head back and forth on his dick, taking him further into her mouth than she could manage. Bevins loved the sight of her swallowing a mouthful of his cock. The mere thought of him stumbling upon some free pussy today was enough to sustain his hard-on.
Neither of them caught sight of the filmmaker hiding inconspicuously behind the hood of a truck aiming a handheld camcorder at them. The camcorder caught a side view of Elsa giving the young man head.
Bevins, not wanting the fun to end too soon, gestured at Elsa to come to her feet.
"Have you got a condom?" Elsa asked while cleaning dirt off her knees.
"Fuck yeah, I've got you covered, girl." Bevins dug his wallet out of his back pocket and whipped out a condom from a hidden recess. He ripped open its sheath cover extracted the condom itself, and then rolled it over his foreskin to the base. "I've so got you covered," he said.
Bevins shoved his jeans, including his pair of briefs, down his legs, then had Elsa lean forward against the dumpster. Elsa tucked her panties to the side in time as he then penetrated her. Her pussy's tightness seemed to fight back, though much of that resulted from their awkward stance. It took some prying for Bevins to gain easy entry into her pussy. Elsa grabbed hold of the dumpster's lid as she perceptibly pushed back at him. It felt delightful to have a black cock inside her.
"Ohh yeah," Bevins gasped as he slid deep into her pussy; he felt trippy as his cock began fucking her comfortably. "Oh, fuck yeah. That's what I call a goddamn sweet pussy right there."
He fed her with long strokes, though now and then alternated by going slow. He purposefully wanted to savor the moment, whereas Elsa was anxious for him to give her more. She struggled to contain her whimpering frenzy, but her gasps kept betraying her. Bevins kept glancing in either direction, sweating and praying that nobody would suddenly interrupt their session. He remained unaware that they were being filmed from down the street.
Sometime later, his excitement had built to its trigger as he felt the yearning sensation building in the tip of his dick and knew he was closer toward his climax. Bevins upped his pace and tore into Elsa with a harder pace that she craved. Her squeals heightened as her buttock made a smacking noise each time he slammed into her. Bevins breathed strenuously through his mouth. It felt like his body had left the ground and he was floating high up in the clouds.
Elsa was aware that he was about to cum. She felt his cock expanding in her cunt the harder he fucked her. Like him, she too was floating in her delirium of ecstasy that she didn't wish to come down so soon. Her impulse was to thrust her butt back at him, wanting more of his cock. It was unfortunate that they weren't being comfortable in a room, and that she'd just met him. She wouldn't have minded having him fuck her bareback.
Bevins gritted his teeth as he felt his trigger about to let go. He gripped Elsa's arms and they both tensed as he jerked inside her one final time before unleashing his cum. The moment seemed to last an eternity. Bevins swore breathlessly as he then let go of her arms and tottered backward with his condom-wearing penis dripping with cum juice. Elsa fell to her knees and peeled the condom off his dick, then polished his shaft. Bevins groaned in response. His knees felt like they wanted to collapse. He held onto Elsa for support as she kissed every trace of cum off his rod. She brought the condom to her mouth and upturned the semen content down her throat. Bevins marveled in awe as she drained his seed, then watched her smack her lips after she had finished as if she had drunk a nutritional medicine.
"You're a real bad bitch, you hear," he told her. "How much do I owe you for your service?"
Elsa shook her head as she stood up and slapped dirt off her knees. "You don't owe me a thing, sir. It was great to serve you."
The man filming them lowered his camcorder and split the scene. He went to an in the next street where the sedan was waiting and got inside. He presented the two occupants with his film content; Elsa's husband smiled in admiration.
"She's a quick learner," he remarked.
"Truly," said the militant driver, who was also the Mandingo Squad leader. "But she's got more to do."
He started the car and eased out of the alley.