The Informant-Part 1

The Informant-Part 1The fluorescent fixture on the ceiling above her head buzzed loudly, and sounded like a fly's futile efforts at escape against a closed window. Age revealed in their darkened ends, the long pair of luminous tubes flickered, and one of the bulbs burned dim orange rather than the bright white of its twin. Someone needed to replace the failing bulb and fix that annoying buzz, Alyssa thought.Alyssa nervously waited in the dingy room, seated in an uncomfortable chair with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her mind raced. Were these handcuffs necessary? Couldn't the police see she was a respectable member of society? How could Josh be so stupid and get them both in this horrible mess? She had warned him about this, but as usual, he didn't listen. She was tired of having to mother him. Alyssa loved her husband, Josh, and overlooked his many flaws. He was a talented high school science teacher at a prestigious private school, adored by his students and their parents alike. But Josh had concealed a minor blemish -- up until this point -- to his otherwise flawless portrait of a perfect citizen. Josh liked smoking marijuana a lot. Perhaps too much. With an academic background in botany, he also enjoyed applying his scientific knowledge to cultivating the i*****l plant for his personal and recreational use. While perfectly lawful to do in some states, Josh's activity was a felony punishable by up to 12-years prison where they presently lived. Josh had converted a small walk-in closet in their house into a grow room ? the reason why they were both under arrest now, treated like common criminals, and why she was sitting here frightened and alone. She wondered how the police found out. Did one of Josh's worthless pothead friends get busted and turn him in for a lighter sentence? Was it the helicopter she heard late one evening -- interrupting her peaceful sleep with its blades tearing through the cool night air -- equipped with a snooperscope that saw the heat on their roof from Josh's 1000-watt metal halide light? Maybe their electric consumption gave it away? What difference did it make now anyway? They were already in trouble."Wow, this one's a real looker," Detective Sanchez mumbled to her partner as she stared through the two-way mirror at the beautiful 24-year-old suspect she was about to interrogate. "Yeah, they had eight plants growing hydroponically under a 1000-watt metal halide light. A small, sophisticated operation," the gruff voice of Detective Earl Noyse replied. Only a few ounces of smokable bud seized, but in typical police fashion, roots, stems and even the medium the plants grew in were weighed, greatly inflating the amount and the charges.The door opened. Sanchez entered the interrogation room, visually raking the gorgeous blond sitting at the old wooden table. The girl stared back at Sanchez with stunning blue eyes and silky blond hair that flowed past her shoulders in threads of gold as smooth as a sheet of water. Alyssa watched the older, rather plain-looking woman walk toward her. Detective Sanchez wore her greying hair up in a tight bun and had what could be described as a slightly weathered, man-like appearance. She held a folder in her hand.Sanchez slapped the folder down in front of Alyssa and dragged a wooden chair out from underneath the table. The heavy chair growled in a high-pitchl as it reluctantly slid across the floor. Sanchez sat in front of Alyssa, her face an expressionless mask. "Seems like you and Josh have been busy entrepreneurs. Possession, manufacture and distribution of a Schedule I d**g carries a pretty stiff penalty.""I already explained all this to that other detective ? Detective Nose.""Noyse," Sanchez interjected.Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Whatever his name is ? Josh only grows it for personal use. He only had eight plants. How does that amount to manufacture and distribution?""Listen, dearie, we confis**ted over 15 pounds of weed from your house. Both you and Josh are looking at felony records and 12 years in prison unless you cooperate."Alyssa's voice rose higher with indignation. "There's no way those eight little plants equal 15 pounds. You can't charge us with that! I want to speak with an attorney."Detective Sanchez was not going to tolerate Alyssa's uppity attitude. She needed to bring this young girl down a few notches. Sanchez rose from her chair, her palms remaining flat on the table, her face now red and only inches from Alyssa as she leaned toward her and yelled. "Listen, sweetheart, you want to speak to an attorney? Fine! But then we're throwing the book at both of you. You can say good bye to each other and to your house, your car, and all those nice things you and Josh have acquired. He'll never work as a teacher again. His career and your futures will be ruined. I'll see to it!"Alyssa felt Detective Sanchez' hot breath and spittle blast against her cheeks as the angry detective shouted into her face.Sanchez sat down, resumed a calm demeanor and continued as if her previous rant never occurred. "Or you can cooperate with us. All of this can go away and your husband, Josh, can continue teaching. Otherwise, you're both looking at lengthy prison time away from each other. It's your choice."Tears began flowing from Alyssa's eyes. "What do you mean, 'cooperate'? I don't even smoke marijuana, you can give me a d**g test right now. I told Josh not to grow that stuff."Alyssa spoke the truth. She very rarely used marijuana. It made her too paranoid and nervous, but Sanchez didn't care and wasn't buying anything Alyssa said. Bigger fish swam in the ocean of scum and Alyssa looked like perfect bait to catch them. "We have a big d**g problem in this city, which you can help us solve. We know who distributes the d**gs, but we need to find sources, who else is involved. We want to bust Reggie Johnson, but first we need to find out who he gets his d**gs from."Alyssa sniffled. "Who's Reggie Johnson?" Was this girl serious or was she just playing stupid? How could she not know about Reggie Johnson? Everyone on the street, and part of the d**g trade in this city, knew about Reggie Johnson, the high-ranking gangster responsible for murders, heinous crimes, and the area's rich supply of illicit d**gs. Detective Sanchez was going to bring him down, and this hot young female was going to help her do it.Alyssa's suburban life had sheltered her from the likes of Reggie Johnson. Her anonymity was perfect, and perhaps her ignorance was for the best too. "Stand up for me," Sanchez barked."What?""Just do it and turn around."Alyssa timidly rose from her chair, with her head down and shoulders hunched over in fear as she turned around."Stand straight!"Alyssa's back straightened upon command. The baggy sweat pants she wore poorly concealed what could only be described as an incredibly tight and sexy ass from hours she had spent working out at the gym."You'll do just fine," Sanchez mumbled to herself as she studied the perfect curves of Alyssa's beautifully slender figure. She was exactly Reggie Johnson's type ? young, white with perky c-cup tits and an hour glass figure; a gorgeous face with big blue eyes and silky blond hair.*****************They lived in a well-kept, modest sized home ? the only house on a secluded street in an otherwise suburban area populated by soccer moms and dads who coached little league baseball on the weekends for their young c***dren. An ideal place for k**s of their own they planned to have soon. The yard was neatly trimmed and heavily shaded by two large oaks that reached over the house like two giant hands about to shake with each other.Alyssa stood in the living room. "I have to do it, Josh. I'm sorry, but it's the only way. If I don't do this for them, they'll send us both to jail. You'll lose your job, have a felony record and never teach again. Why didn't you just listen to me? I told you not to grow that stuff and to stop smoking it."Josh stared at her as she spoke, his face wearing his confusion. At 5' 10" tall and perhaps 145 pounds wet, he was never much of an athlete, his frame best described as wiry. How could the police suddenly send her off as an informant without any preparation? It didn't seem safe or right. "Well, where are you going?""I'm not sure," Alyssa answered. "Detective Sanchez didn't tell me yet."Above his wire-framed glasses, his eyebrows now knitted together with concern. How could she not know where she was going? "When will you be home?"Detective Sanchez hadn't told her that yet either. "I don't know.""You're not sure; you don't know," Josh mimicked. "Well, what can you tell me?" "Nothing ? all Detective Sanchez told me is she needs me to find out about some guy named Ryan or something. I can't remember his name. I was so nervous.""Oh that's just great. You don't know who this is, where you're going, what you'll be doing, or when you'll be back." Josh sat in his chair, crossed his arms, and pouted like an angry c***d. "You're not the five-o, Alyssa.""I don't want to do it, Josh. But we don't have a choice."A car horn honked for Alyssa from their driveway and Josh jumped from his chair. Alyssa wrapped her arms around her husband, gave him a big hug and kiss. "Please, Josh, I have to go now. I'll call as soon as I can, but it may be a while. I'm not supposed to contact anyone I know while doing this."Josh melted in her embrace and returned her hug. "I'm sorry Alyssa. You're right ? this is all my fault. But I didn't mean to do this to us. The laws in this country are so fucked up. You know why they originally i*****lized weed back in 1937?" Alyssa shook her head."They thought black men used it to seduce white women. Isn't that ridiculous? It's all because of racism. And here we are in 2016 suffering the consequences of unjust laws based on bigotry."The horn honked again."Please be careful and call me as soon as you can," Josh added.Alyssa tore herself away from him. Josh followed her to the front door, where she grabbed her packed suitcase.He stood at the doorway and unenthusiastically waved farewell as Alyssa entered an older Honda Accord Detective Sanchez drove.***************A man and woman shouted curse words at each other from the neighboring unit while their baby cried, and the sound of distant sirens drifted through the air."I don't want to wear this stuff," Alyssa complained, pulling down at the short, tightly-fitting mini skirt so it would cover more of her legs. "This is too short and I feel uncomfortable wearing a thong underneath it like this. Please let me put on something else.""You're either going to do this and get the information I need, or I'll file those charges with the DA. What's it going to be? I'm getting tired of hearing you whine."Alyssa didn't like any of this. Sanchez made her share this disgusting rat infested apartment in a bad inner-city neighborhood with some crack whore, and now she made Alyssa wear this slutty outfit. "Aren't you going to give me a wire or something?"Sanchez believed Alyssa and her husband were low-life d**g dealers. Small fry perhaps, but not much better than Johnson. Sanchez' only concern for Alyssa as her informant was in using her to catch Johnson, nothing more. To that end, she was expendable. Alyssa obviously didn't understand their working relationship yet. "You're an informant, not an undercover cop. Reggie Johnson will likely check you for a bug anyway. That's if you ever get near him. We can't risk him finding out that you're working for us." "But it's been three days already. Please, I want to see my husband. When can I see Josh? I'm tired of hanging out at that stupid club with all those black men hitting on me all night. How am I supposed to make friends with this Reggie Johnson guy anyway and find out all this stuff for you? I haven't even seen him there yet."Sanchez squinted her eyes and looked at Alyssa angrily. "That's your problem. Use your imagination. I'm sure a cute girl like you can put your good looks to use and figure something out, but you better do it quickly. The sooner you do, the sooner you can see Josh. The clock is ticking and you're running out of time. If you don't get me some information soon, I'll have you and Josh prosecuted and sent to prison.""No, please don't do that. I'll get the information you want..."While Detective Sanchez prepared Alyssa, her colleague, Detective Noyse, secretly met with Reggie Johnson. Steel and glass skysc****rs contained fiery reflections of the setting sun like the surface of a calm sea. From Reggie's penthouse apartment, Noyse gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window at a breathtaking view of the city. "Funny how nice it all looks from way up here. It's only when you're actually on the ground and part of it that the filth and ugliness become apparent, I guess.""It's on the desk," Reggie replied, finishing his last rep of bench presses. The muscles in his arms and chest looked like they were about to rip through his tight brown skin as he gritted his teeth.Noyse placed a folder he had brought with him on the desk and picked up the thick envelope Reggie had left there for him. He opened the envelope and briefly thumbed through a stack of hundred-dollar bills it contained before quietly placing it inside his jacket pocket and returning to the view outside the window.Reggie sat up from gym equipment in the middle of his expansive living room, and used a white towel hanging around his neck to wipe sweat from his face. He glanced at the closing stock prices running across the bottom of an enormous LED TV hung like a picture on the wall. He had made over $800K in the market today, he silently noted, pointing a remote control toward the set. The screen went black. "Anything I need to know?"His six-pack abs noticeable, Reggie walked to the desk.Noyse turned from the window. "You might want to look over the contents of that folder carefully. Sanchez is on a high horse again and she's after you and your suppliers. She recruited a new informant we busted a few days ago."Reggie opened the folder containing Alyssa Warren's mug shot and arrest record. "Nice," he muttered out loud to himself, the picture less than flattering to Alyssa, but her beauty apparent to him anyway. He read through her report. "Hmm ?married, 24-years-old, and no k**s. Busted for growing weed. Tsk-tsk ? naughty girl.""The husband admitted it was his. She seems pretty straight-laced, but you never know these days."Reggie looked up from the folder. "It's an election year. A sizable contribution to a certain incumbent's re-election campaign should take care of Detective Sanchez' investigation. In the meantime, I gotta check Mrs. Warren out. May wanna tap me some that fine white pussy. Keep that cute little informant preoccupied.""The Silivri Escort husband should appreciate that very much," Detective Noyse dryly replied. Reggie returned Noyse's sarcasm with a grin. "That's what he gets for breaking the law, cutting into my business ? and not doing it very well, I might add."*************From across a crowded, dimly lit dance club, her golden blond hair and beautiful skin stood out like headlights on a deserted road at night. Very few Caucasians frequented this establishment, and none of them had ever looked as good as her. Reggie studied how the softer features of her nose, eyes, and mouth accentuated her sharp cheekbones to produce the loveliest face. The tight miniskirt she wore only amplified an equally gorgeous figure that could easily belong to a supermodel and drew unwanted attention from practically every male in the joint. Unaware of Reggie's presence, Alyssa stood by the bar watching some black couple dance next to her, the girl obscenely thrusting her pelvis into the guy's leg, oblivious it seemed to all else around her. An offensive rap song blasted, making even the floors and walls vibrate. Alyssa hated this place, but Sanchez said this was Reggie Johnson's hangout, although he had not appeared here for the past three nights."Damn, you beautiful. Let me buy you a drink," she heard a voice say with a familiar African American accent. She was so tired of hearing that stupid accent and having to tell these ignorant black men that she was not interested. She rolled her eyes up and sighed. She had lost count of how many men had already hit on her this evening. She wanted to get out of this place and be with Josh. There was no way in Hell she would ever cheat on her husband or be with some nasty black guy.Alyssa irritatedly turned around to tell whoever it was this time to buzz off and leave her alone. Her eyes climbed up the muscular stature of an enormous black man, as if trying to find the top of a skysc****r. In the darkness, she somehow missed the monstrous bulge in his pants. She almost blew it, about to tell him to get lost like all the other inferior black men she had encountered this evening, before her eyes finally reached his face. Alyssa suddenly realized that the gigantic man speaking to her was Reggie Johnson ? the man she had been waiting for. He wore a Polo shirt and a thick gold necklace, grey silk slacks, and an expensive sports jacket. Diamond rings that looked big enough to sink the Titanic adorned his fingers.Alyssa nervously forced a smile. Her opportunity finally arrived, yet her mind was blank as to what to say. "Hi," she managed to squeak out.Reggie looked at the almost empty glass Alyssa held. "Whatcha drinking?"Alyssa was not much of a drinker, and her tumbler contained remnants of ice water ? the only substance she ever intended to consume here. But she remembered Detective Sanchez' threats ? Josh's career in ruins, criminal records marring their future, 12 years in prison. Little time remained. She needed information about Reggie and his suppliers to give Sanchez. Too much was at stake to let her nerves get in her way now. This was her chance and she could not let it slip away. "I'll have whatever you're drinking."Reggie turned to the bartender. "A Crown on the rocks for me and this lovely woman. Make 'em doubles".The bartender briefly raised an eyebrow, thinking he might have misheard Reggie. The only thing Alyssa had ordered from him the past three nights was ice water. He proceeded to fill two tumblers with ice and generous amounts of the amber liquid without question. "Anything else, Mr. Johnson?"Reggie gave him a fifty-dollar bill. "Not now. Keep the change.""Thank you, Mr. Johnson."Reggie handed Alyssa the glass. "Come on, let's sit somewhere quiet and talk."They sat at a small table away from the music. Alyssa remained incredibly nervous. She quickly forced down the contents of her glass and felt fire form in her stomach. "Wow, you really slammed that down. I ain't seen many women drink like that. I'll get you another. I don't want to drink by myself."Alyssa stared blankly at him a moment as she waited for the fire in her gut to simmer. Although she rarely drank, she possessed the ability to hold her liquor well.Reggie signaled a nearby server. "Bring my pretty friend here another double of Crown, on the rocks." Alyssa began to feel the calming effects of alcohol she just consumed enter her bloodstream. "What's your name?""Reggie Johnson ? and who, may I inquire, do I have the pleasure of meeting.""I'm Alyssa.""Where you from, Alyssa? I never seen you 'round here before. No way could I ever miss someone as beautiful as you."She caught herself from almost fumbling the whole thing by telling him her real address. Alyssa's nervousness returned. She had forgotten the address where she was staying with the crack whore. "I just moved here ? to a place on North 89th Street and Milton Avenue. Do you know the area?"Reggie's eyebrows rose. "Wow, no offense, but that's a rough neighborhood. A lotta crack heads and gangbangers out that way. You like it there?"The server arrived just in time with Alyssa's second drink. She slugged it down with a grimace. "No, not really.""So, what brings you here tonight, Alyssa?"Alyssa began relaxing from the four shots of whisky she had consumed within 10 minutes. She decided to go for broke with her reply. "I'm trying to score some coke tonight."Reggie managed to keep a straight face despite almost laughing at her. She was a poor informant, perhaps the worse he had ever encountered. Was she that naive to believe a big-time d**g dealer like himself would carry coke around with him and deal directly with some bimbo he just met in a club, as if she was in a 1980s episode of 'Miami Vice'? She was trying to hook him like a fish, not realizing that he was doing the same to her. He was going to have a lot of fun playing this gullible white girl. "Don't have any coke, baby, but I might be able to get some Molly tonight. You in?"Alyssa wore a puzzled look. "Molly? Who's that?"Reggie raised his eyebrows at Alyssa's ignorance and clarified, "It's really pure Ecstasy, the best stuff out there." He turned his head from side to side. "Mmm, mmm, I might be able to get some from my suppliers. You in?"Alyssa had heard something about Ecstasy a long time ago, but had never tried it and didn't remember much about it, other than it was i*****l and a growing problem. She could not believe her good fortune ? how easy it was proving to get information about this dirty d**g dealer and his suppliers for Detective Sanchez so suddenly. Soon this low-life and his associates would be in jail where they belonged, and she and Josh would be free to live their lives together again.She nodded affirmatively.Reggie smiled at how easily this little whitefish swallowed his bait. "Come on, then. Let's get outta this place."**************A limousine took them to Reggie's high-rise. During the ride Reggie sat across from Alyssa. She looked out the window unaware of how he studied her gorgeous legs, her small waist, flat stomach and even the indention of her naval ? all perceptible, as well as her firm c-cup breasts ? through the sexy miniskirt that clung to her beautifully curved body. The miniskirt, a sleeveless type with only thin straps over her toned shoulders holding it on, was made of grey material interspersed with silvery threads. Beneath it, a sexy thong and bra waited, Alyssa wrapped as an unknowing gift for Reggie from Detective Sanchez.Reggie's cock had been hard all night, since he first saw Alyssa. Yet unfortunately, she had never looked directly its way. And in the shadows of night his dark baggy slacks and sports jacket helped obscure the horrific bulge that would have deterred Alyssa from going anywhere with this dangerous criminal had she noticed it.Giving his hardness to Alyssa and putting it inside the soft, yet tight wetness of her pussy became all he thought about. While she looked away buzzed from alcohol and completely ignorant of his growing desire for her, he quickly adjusted himself to alleviate some of the discomfort his abnormally large penis gave him during erections. He needed to relieve his hard-on with her soon, he thought. "Is this your place?" Alyssa asked as they pulled up to a 50-story high-rise in a very expensive part of town. A doorman wearing a navy-blue suit stood at attention. Double glass doors immediately to his left, and a revolving door next to them, trimmed in polished brass, led to the lobby where a crystal chandelier hung above the concierge desk. It looked like the extravagant hotel in New York City Alyssa had briefly visited during her honeymoon with Josh.The man in the navy-blue suit opened their limo door and Reggie giggled a reply. "No, not the entire building. Just the top floor.""Good evening, Mr. Johnson," the clean-shaven, middle-aged doorman said as he closed the limo door behind them and proceeded to open the big glass door to the lobby."Thank you, James," Reggie answered.An awkward silence filled the elevator as they travelled to the top of Reggie's high-rise, Alyssa's ears popping as they passed the 38th floor. Finally, the doors opened. Two big, burly black guys greeted them as they exited the elevator. "Hey, boss, you want me to check this one out," one of them asked Reggie."Yeah, you better just to be safe." Reggie turned to Alyssa and said, "Sorry, beautiful, but they gonna check you out for a bug. I'm in a business where I need to be careful about that kinda thing.""Sure," Alyssa replied, holding her arms out while the big black guy waved some wand up and down the front and back of her body."She okay boss."Reggie opened the door to his penthouse for Alyssa and smiled, reeling his whitefish in, he thought. "This way."Alyssa entered and sauntered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised the eastern wall of his living room. She gazed out over the million-dollar view of the illuminated city, the numerous lights like countless stars through the lens of a telescope aimed at some distant constellation. "Wow, this is a really beautiful place you have."He went to his wet bar. "Want another drink?"She was already intoxicated, but handled her booze well. "Just water."He fixed himself another Crown and fetched her a bottle of chilled water. "A good choice for Molly.""I beg your pardon?" Alyssa asked.He swallowed a mouthful of whisky. His tumbler clanged as he set it down on the black granite countertop. Alyssa saw the tiny blue pill he held between his two black fingers as he approached with her bottle of chilled water."For Molly," he repeated. "It tends to make users dehydrated. Now open your beautiful mouth for me." A user? That's what this loathsome black d**g dealer thought she was? Alyssa's eyes grew wide. Aside from smoking a tiny bit of marijuana on very rare occasions, she had never used any type of d**g. "N-n, no," she nervously laughed, her lips drawing tight, revealing lovely white teeth and a hint of a gorgeous smile. "I wasn't planning on taking it tonight."Reggie looked at her inquisitively. "You want me to get some of this from my suppliers without trying a sample of it yourself first? You an informant or something?"The inquisitive look on his strong brown face began to show a mixture of distrust and anger.Alyssa realized her plan was in danger and that she needed to alter course. The thought of Josh's career as a teacher ruined by a felony record for d**gs, twelve years separated from each other as they each served prison terms flashed through her mind. She could not risk losing Reggie's trust ? not now after getting so close. "It's just that it's getting late. My neighborhood, as you noted, is rough. I don't want to be out on the streets that late."She played this game very poorly, Reggie thought. "Don't worry, I'll have my limo driver take you home a little later. If you like this stuff, I'll give my supplier a quick call tonight for more. You can meet him."Alyssa tried to stall. "How much are we talking? I don't have a lot of money right now. Maybe we should do this tomorrow or the next day? You can talk to your supplier tonight and I'll get money for a deal tomorrow." "That's okay. You can pay me when you get the money. Now open up for me." Again, he outmaneuvered her. She nervously looked into his eyes, like a trapped prey, as the bottom of her jaw slowly opened. He placed the small blue pill on her tongue and her mouth closed."Good girl," he said, the plastic cap of the water bottle snapping as he unscrewed it for her. She took the clear plastic bottle of water from him ? cold condensation running down its sides wetting her hand ?and pretended to take a sip while slipping the pill he had put in her mouth under her tongue."I need to use the bathroom."He knew what she was up to, but he wasn't going to let her get away that easily. He had reeled in this whitefish, practically had her in his net. "Let's kiss first." His huge muscular arm suddenly wrapped around her tiny waist and drew her to him."Whoa, not so fast," she said, trying to squirm from his embrace and pushing against huge muscles in his chest. She felt something else through their clothing as he pressed against her ? something hard and incredibly large in his pants, but she became distracted by the awful, bitter-sour taste of the pill rapidly dissolving in her mouth."Kiss me now," he repeated, attempting to attach his lips to hers.She turned away to avoid the kiss. "No, wait a minute. I'm sorry. I need another drink first. There's a funny taste in my mouth." She raised the water bottle to her lips again to swallow the remnants of the dissolved pill she had wanted to spit out in his bathroom.Reggie smirked as he watched her really drink the water this time, and swallow a very large and powerful dosage of the d**g ? pure stuff, not the cut down crap sold by street dealers. He was eager to get her fucked up on it. This pretty whitefish was now in his net and it was time to haul her on board his boat to spear.She finished the water, determined to somehow fight getting high."Let's kiss some now." His mouth locked to hers and his tongue forced its way past her lips. He pulled her with him onto the sofa."Mmm, no, mmm, wait, please, Reggie. I can't." She hated kissing him, and wiped his nasty saliva off her face with the back of her hand."Why not?" He secretly searched her eyes for tell-tale signs of the d**g entering her bloodstream, but it was still too soon.She was happily married to Josh. She would never cheat on him. Reggie was a nasty black man and a slime-ball d**g dealer. But as a confidential police informant, she could not tell Reggie any of that. "You're going too fast."Pretty Escort Silivri whitefish was trying to escape from his net, but it was too late. He was going to bring her on board and spear her regardless of how much she tried to flop away. "We just kissing, baby. But you asking me to take a big risk and get this stuff for you without letting me get to know you first. Maybe we should just forget the whole thing. I don't know anything about you. Maybe you be five-o. I'll take you home now."Betraying her husband by kissing this disgusting black man and d**g dealer repulsed her, but Reggie threatened to cancel everything when she almost had what she needed. She remembered Sanchez' warning. She was running out of time. She had to make Reggie trust her.She gently touched his muscular arm. "You can trust me, Reggie. I'm not a narc and I don't want you to take me home yet. Just kissing, though, right? Nothing more tonight, okay? I've just met you and I'm not that type of girl."Alyssa was playing right into his hands. She obviously never tried Molly before and held no idea of its strength. Even inferior formulations and lower dosages altered emotions, mood, and perception. Something as benign as kissing easily became much more lascivious under its influence.Reggie smiled and nodded his head. He was on his way inside this sweet little white girl's panties and she didn't even realize it. "Okay, we just gonna kiss for a little while until you see if you like the Molly. If you like it, I'll call Luther. Now lay back for me."Luther ? was that the name of Reggie's supplier? Alyssa wondered as she reclined on the sofa beneath Reggie's big hard body. She had to remember that name, she thought. But her mind quickly strayed to how different Reggie was from Josh ? stronger, firmer, and larger. She felt his huge penis through their clothing press against her again, but the meaning of its terrible size now failed to fully register in her brain because a warm, wonderfully peaceful feeling began to creep up on her."Wait, Reggie. How long does this stuff take to work? I think maybe I'm feeling something."Reggie noticed her pupils already displacing much of the blue in her eyes. "It gonna take at least an hour to even start affecting you," he misleadingly told her. In an hour, she would be heavily 'rolling' as they said. Too fucked up to fully realize what he was doing to her."It's going to be late then.""Don't you worry none, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you."His promise to 'take good care of her' should have been a warning to Alyssa, but instead she believed him, the concentration of MDMA in her bloodstream rapidly increasing. They began French-kissing again."Mmm, oh, Reggie, mmm, oh." His tongue probed deeper and deeper inside her mouth and then occupied it like a victorious foreign invader. Fleeting thoughts of Josh went through her brain, but she was doing this for him. "Oh, I'm getting so warm," she murmured after nearly 30 minutes of French-kissing Reggie without interruption, the d**g raising her body temperature, altering her perception of time. The miniskirt she wore became saturated with her sweat and stuck to her body. "Can you make the air conditioning colder for me? It's really hot in here.""Sure, baby." Reggie quickly got off Alyssa and turned the temperature higher instead. It would make convincing her to undress easier, he reasoned. They resumed kissing when he returned to her, and Alyssa found herself running her hands underneath his shirt and up his back. His smooth black skin and hard muscles felt so good, she thought. "Oh, I think that stuff you gave me is doing something already. Let's stop now and get some more from your supplier.""Latter. You getting hot. Let's get this dress off you before you overheat.""Huh?" Alyssa asked, not quite comprehending what he said to her. Her eyes looked dreamy. He pulled the straps of her miniskirt down her shoulders."No, what are you doing? Stop it ? just kissing.""I know, baby, but you gonna over-heat with this on. It's dangerous if you get too hot. Look at how much you sweating. We have to cool you down.""No, mmm, oh," Alyssa moaned, as he resumed French-kissing her while inching her miniskirt lower ? down her arms until it puddled around her waist."Oh, it's so hot in here," she gasped when he finally removed his mouth from her lips again, beads of sweat forming on her face and body."I know, baby. You don't need to worry. I won't do nothing. Now lift up for me"Euphoria from the Molly greatly clouded her judgement and she trusted him. She raised her butt and he pulled the miniskirt past her hips and off her legs. "That's a good girl. We gotta get you to cool down."Alyssa now wore only a bright red bra and matching thong made of silk. His strong hands ran up her flat stomach, feeling the contours of her defined abdominal muscles, and slid underneath her bra, cupping her soft, full breasts and tweaking her nipples."No, Reggie, don't touch them like that. You promised.""Yeah, you rolling good now. Let me get this off you. You still way too hot.""What? Don't take my bra off!"His cock throbbed painfully for her pussy, and this hijacked all his thoughts. He had to have her. He ignored her and unclasped her bra. Her young tits required no support and perkily stood out from her slender body. Her small areolae further confirmed her glorious youth in their pale pink color. Alyssa recognized that something was terribly wrong, but the realization was brief, veiled by the effects of the d**g and the resumption of their French-kissing. She somehow forgot that he was a black d**g dealer who had her almost completely undressed ? and most importantly, that he was not her husband. Rolling and at peace with the universe, she only felt love for everything and everyone, including this black man, and allowed his hands to caress her breasts, explore her young body. One of his strong hands finally released her erect nipple, descended to her flat tummy, and slid into her thong like a stealthy invader, his finger expertly locating her clit.She remembered Josh. "No, don't touch me there ? please!" She grabbed Reggie's wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her vagina. "Stop touching it, no don't, Reggie." "Shhh, it's just touching and just for a little while, baby. Nothing else. If you want me to trust you, you gotta trust me a little. Otherwise, our deal is off."Alyssa sort of trusted him, a consequence of the Molly, and she remembered that she needed him to trust her. She had to find out about his suppliers. But he was touching her clitoris. It was so inappropriate and dangerously intimate. She sighed deeply and released his wrist. "Okay, but only touching and just for a little while.""That's a good girl. Just touching and just for a little while," he repeated back to her. He knew how suggestions and reassurances combined with the relaxing effects of the d**g and clouded judgement. "It won't hurt anything to let me touch it a little bit. I'm not gonna do anything else. You so beautiful."He knew Molly heightened sense of touch as he tenderly caressed her most touch sensitive organ ? a calculated, strategic place to target in seducing her. His little while continued and his little bit turned into expert masturbation. He awakened the countless nerves in her clitoris and they began bombarding her brain with their pleasurable signals. His finger got wetter in her pussy, and he felt her clitoris become fuller and firmer as he touched it more. "Yeah, that starting to feel real good now, huh?""Oh, oh, ah, ahh, no, please, ooh," she moaned.While masturbating her, his other hand grabbed the delicate fabric of her thong and began tugging it down. She noticed him pulling it off her too late, when it already hung from one of her ankles. She panicked. "No, don't take my thong off!"She was not going to stop him now, he thought. Little whitefish was on board his boat almost ready to spear. He forced her legs apart and brought his face within inches of her fragrant pussy, which radiated an irresistibly inviting warmth. She was smoothly shaved with only a neatly trimmed, pencil thin landing strip. His fingers stretched her soft lips in opposite directions ? wide open ? exposing the lovely pink of raw womanhood with her clitoris susceptibly waiting for him to make it the center of her universe. His nostrils inhaled more of her sweet female scent ? a pleasant, almost flower-like aroma consisting of perfume and her natural pheromones that called to him. His mouth attacked her pussy and he began sucking on her clit."No, don't do that," she cried, sitting up and shoving his head away from her.Reggie scowled at her. "Trust is a two-way street. If you want me to get more d**gs from my supplier tonight, you gotta trust me now, let me get to know you better and go down on you some. Only a close girlfriend can know about my business. Do you wanna quit crying, be my girlfriend and let me do this or do you wanna go home?"Tears ran from the corners of her eyes down the sides of her face. Alyssa was confused and couldn't think clearly anymore. She realized she was high on a potent d**g. She didn't want to be his 'girlfriend', but she had to pretend otherwise and convince him to trust her. She wished she could stop Reggie and still get out of this mess Josh had put them in. Instead she had to let this strange black man, a low-life d**g dealer, perform oral sex on her."Answer me ? do you wanna be my girlfriend and let me eat your pussy or do you want me to take you home?"Alyssa cried, "I want to be your girlfriend."Reggie smiled. How fortunate. This naive white bitch was completely clueless and he was going to exploit her. His mouth returned to her sex. He resumed his attack on her married white pussy with renewed determination for total victory. He was going to make her cum, and more than just once.He began sucking on her clitoral hood again with even greater skill. He drew it into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He then gently retracted her prepuce with his thumb, his tongue licking her naked, super-sensitive glans with its protective hood pulled away. Even heavily d**gged, Alyssa knew this was all so very wrong as she surrendered, reclined back and let him proceed. Her pelvic motions signaled attempts to avoid the highly sensual contact he performed on her orally. But she had already lost this battle. He stayed with her movements. Her clitoral hood fully engorged in its unsuccessful attempt to protect her glans from his repeated assaults, revealing her growing arousal.His tongue frequented her wet opening and he drank the sweet silky secretions her young, juicy pussy released in abundance, while his fingers gently touched the beautiful petals that comprised her labia.He noticed her crying subside, her fingers begin softly running through the kinky hair atop his head as he went down on her more. The movement in her pelvis, less determined to escape the oral sex, seemed to increasingly offer herself to him instead, indicating a growing acceptance."Oh, you don't understand. Ooh, not there again. Ooh, we can't do this," she murmured, her eyes remaining shut. He managed unbuttoning his pants and sliding them and his boxers off without removing his mouth from her pussy and without Alyssa realizing he was undressing.Alyssa noticed the oral sex he performed on her had stopped and opened her eyes as he tossed his shirt somewhere on the floor. She momentarily gawked at the huge, rippling muscles in his arms, chest and stomach. They looked appealing to her. She had never been this close to a naked man so big, dark and strong before.She felt something smooth, hard and heavy, like a warm lead pipe, resting on her stomach and looked down.Reggie swiftly caught her left knee to keep her legs separated. "On no you don't, baby. Keep 'em open for me."He had wedged himself between her legs, and his huge penis, practically as thick as her wrist, looked like it spanned the distance from below her pussy to beyond her bellybutton. It was the biggest cock imaginable with an equally large scrotum the size, shape, and appearance of a husked coconut containing his bull-sized testicles. Everything on Reggie was big. She saw the huge, helmet-like head of his penis. Clear, slippery pre-cum leaked profusely from its slit and onto her tummy like a giant black serpent, drooling dangerous venom as it prepared to taste her.Her hands clutched his hips and tried to keep him back. "Oh my God. I can't have sex with you. No! Please don't!" She watched him aiming his penis at her opening as if he didn't hear her. She felt the smooth helmet-head push against her moist lips.Her hands clasped his hips tighter. She had to say or do something to stop him. She was married and couldn't cheat on Josh. The oral sex was bad enough, but not this. Not with a black d**g dealer. She couldn't let it happen. "Please, Reggie. You don't understand. I can't do this with you."Too late now. Time to spear this little whitefish, Reggie thought. "Yes you can, baby. You my girlfriend, remember? We gonna fuck now."She felt the pressure increase as he pushed harder to get into her entrance. She became desperate for something to say that might stop him. "Yes, I'm your girlfriend, but you're too big for me."He pushed more. "Is this your first time with a Brother? Don't you worry none. You'll get used to it, baby, and start loving this big nigger cock, I promise. I'll go nice and easy at first."No, she couldn't have another man's penis inside her, especially his. He was black and a d**g dealer, a criminal. Her fingers dug into his hips unable to stop him from getting closer. She watched her pussy lips open and begin accepting the head of his chocolate penis. "No, I'm not taking birth control, Reggie. You'll make me pregnant. Take it out and put on a condom!""Sorry, don't have no condoms. Never use 'em. Can't find any that fit me, baby. But, don't you worry none. I'll pull out before I cum ? I promise."She observed her pussy lips open further, finally engulfing the entire head of his penis and closing around it. He was inside her. She looked up at him, into his eyes, with her mouth stupidly hanging open and her small white hands still uselessly clutching his hips as his penis slowly penetrated deeper.She looked down again at the tremendous size of his penis almost completely inside her. "Oh God, no! Ow, ow, my pussy. Take it out. It hurts," she cried, realizing her discomfort was from her vaginal muscles stretching to accommodate more of him.She could no longer bare the sight of his huge black cock stretching her open and going so deeply inside her. She fell back onto the sofa, her hands abandoning his hips and clutching his big hard pecks Silivri Escort Bayan instead ? pushing against them, trying to hold him off from lying completely on top of her now. He slowly worked himself in and out, traveling slightly further into her with each thrust until her vagina finally took all of him, his last remaining length. "Yeah, you got my entire nigger cock inside you now, girl. Is this really your first time with a Negro? How it feel, baby?"He was speaking but Alysa no longer heard what he was saying.Her anatomy adjusted to his size ? to the deep penetration of his enormous penis practically visiting her cervix, and to his incredibly thick shaft that made her sensitive labia stretch around it, cling to it like a tightly fitting sleeve.But her body had accepted him. Her arms tired and her hands gradually slid from his pecks and found their way to his back. Her pussy traitorously bathed his huge cocoa cock, assisting its strokes and the goal their two organs now shared.His cock and balls had ached badly from the painful erection she had given him. His hard-on, unrelieved since he first saw her in the club hours ago, finally satisfied in her soft, tight cunt. How he loved white pussy. "Oh, baby ? your pussy feel so good." His eyes rolled back in his head from the incredible sensation, better than any d**g, of being inside her, spearing this little whitefish. "Yeah, I'm inside you and you feel so good, baby. You really my girlfriend now."Alyssa turned her face away from Reggie. How could she let this happen? How did she stupidly let what began as innocent kisses become this ? unprotected intercourse with some strange black man and d**g dealer she hardly knew? She would never be his girlfriend despite what he might think.Reggie began softly kissing her neck, and worked his way to her ear. He felt her nipples ? pressed against his chest ? perk up, the act obviously awakening something powerful inside her. She didn't want to enjoy sex with him, but the initial shock of her **** had ended and with their sexual act underway, the Molly reestablished dominion over her. She began to peak on the d**g, and fell prey to its seductive high, to the false perception of love and well-being it created. Reggie's huge black cock in her pussy became an irresistible distraction blocking other thoughts, like Josh and how wrong this was. "Oh, oh, oh, ooh don't. Oh, Reggie." Her pussy began to pulsate around his cock uncontrollably and she embraced him tightly. "Oh, don't ? you're making me cum," she cried. Their lips met as they passionately fucked, and Reggie's tongue easily found its way back inside her mouth..."Ah, ah, ah," she squealed. She had never climaxed multiple times before. Reggie's cock was so large it rubbed magical places in her pussy that did this to her ? places Josh's small penis never touched. But she was not thinking about Josh anymore."I'm gonna cum too, baby," he finally announced, Alyssa unable to stop cumming herself."Oh, you need to take it out.""Ah, I don't want to. You feel so good.""I can't have a baby with you.""I'm sorry, but I love you. I'll take care of you."She hugged him tightly, her judgement badly impaired. "Oh, I love you too -- ooh, ooh, but take it out."He returned her embrace, "Oh, baby, I love you so much. You feel so good.""Oh, god ? no. I feel you cumming in me, Reggie. Don't..."She had lost track of time, but they had been at it for a while it seemed. Alyssa's hands wandered over the hard muscles in his back and grasped them as this huge black bull fucked here within an inch of insanity and made her cum again. Was this seven, nine or 15 times he made her orgasm? She could not remember. She had never touched a man so hard and strong before or had multiple orgasms. His stamina and ability to recover was unbelievable. How did he last so long? she wondered. "I'm going to cum again, baby." "Cum again..." she thought dreamily for a moment before a flash of reality, the illusion of love and peace Molly gave her beginning to fade. Cum was why her pussy felt like it had been doused by a firehose and their slippery fluids flowed from her wet slit down the crack in her ass; it was why a pool of jism they had made together formed on the leather couch beneath her butt. She remembered Reggie cumming inside her earlier that evening, and for some stupid reason thinking she loved him and letting him do it. She recalled they had fucked an awful lot. What if he had impregnated her? She recalled her husband, Josh. She had let another man ? this black man ? fuck her and cum inside her. She orgasmed multiple times with Reggie! An enormous wave of guilt washed over Alyssa. "No, you have to take it out this time. Don't cum in me again."Reggie realized the d**g was finally starting to wear off on Alyssa. But Molly always wore off in a strange way -- not a gradual decent to normalcy, but a bumpy ride where the user experienced periods of its return. The peaceful content she displayed earlier may have been vanishing, but it was not gone for good yet, and he was not done manipulating her. "But you my girlfriend, baby. I love you. I can't take it out. You feel too good.""I know it feels good, Reggie, but please don't cum in me this time. I mean it. I might get pregnant."Reggie almost laughed. He had already filled her pussy past capacity so many times this evening. Had she forgotten about it? If she was ovulating, she was already pregnant, he thought. He used her renewed fear to negotiate another big concession from her:"Will you suck on it real nice for me if I take it out, baby?""Suck on it?" Alyssa asked somewhat confused"Yeah, baby ? suck on my cock. Stroke it real nice and swallow my cum. Show me you really love me, that this isn't just a one night stand, and that I can trust you."Alyssa would never love him, but what choice did she have at this point? She needed information from him to keep Josh and herself out of prison, and as repulsive as sucking on his nasty, cum-dripping black cock might be, it was better than having him ejaculate in her pussy again, she thought.She somehow agreed to this loathsome act ? forced herself to convincingly lie, the words almost as difficult to say as performing the disgusting act itself because she loved Josh, not this despicable d**g dealer. "Okay, I love you and I'll suck on it if you want me to, Reggie."He lifted himself off her. His enormous penis withdrew from her tight, wet vagina. The combination of their body secretions dripped from each of their sex organs. "Okay, baby, suck on it for me now." She leaned over his lap with his semen leaking from her well-fucked pussy, opened her lips wide and gently put the head of his slimy penis in her mouth."That's it ? now stroke it baby. Do it real good so I cum or I'll have to fuck your pussy some more."She certainly didn't want his huge, nasty cock in her pussy ever again. Revulsion evident on her face, she caressed his enormous shaft, ran her lips up and down it, licked their jism from it. She had never tasted herself on a man, but to her chagrin, his flavor combined with her own was not entirely disagreeable. She needed to make him cum. Her fingers gently fondled his big, heavy balls. She jerked her face away as the head of his penis swelled larger, the entire organ pulsating in her fist, an interminable fountain of white semen shooting from it in violent bursts.He swiftly reached into her long, silky blonde hair and pulled her head toward his penis. "Put it in your mouth and swallow. Don't waste it." His pull on her hair hurt her scalp and she obeyed him."Mmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned, unable to remove his nasty cock from her mouth, forced to swallow a perpetual supply of his rich cream. How could he cum so much? But enough Molly remained in her system for its deceptive effects to return with vigor, altering both her mood and perception. Fondness for Reggie waxed and waned, evidenced by the way she resumed lovingly handling his phallus after feeling revulsion moments ago. The taste of his semen was not as unpleasant as it had seemed. She twirled her tongue over his sensitive glans, her fist around his thick shaft gently jerking on it to satisfy him.Reggie's eyes rolled back in euphoria. "Oh, yeah, that's real good, baby. I love you."He released her hair, but Alyssa seemed not to notice and continued milking and swallowing his ejaculate. No longer realizing what she was doing, when the copious supply from his penis dwindled, her tongue followed a path of his rich-tasting semen that had trickled down to the base of his thick, lengthy shaft; on to her hand; on to his stomach where the initial globs had landed.His huge penis was flaccid in her hand, like a wilted flower, when Alyssa again recognized her revolting activity and stopped.She sat up on the couch naked and in a daze. Why was she doing this? She had never liked the taste of Josh's cum, yet she just enjoyed swallowing Reggie's.Reggie rose and walked to his wet bar, his cock temporarily satisfied. She stared at his huge brown penis ? that had been in both her pussy and her mouth this evening ? as it hung from him. She could still taste him.Alyssa cursed herself for not fighting harder against the hideous effects of this horrible d**g -- for succumbing to its high and letting him seduce her. But at least the effects diminished enough to where she finally seemed able to keep her senses, she thought.In one gulp, he swallowed the remaining Crown Royal he had left unfinished in his tumbler earlier. "You want some water, baby?" Her dislike for him intensified as her sobriety returned. He had d**gged her and had taken advantage of her. She would never be 'his baby', she thought. But she was very thirsty and she needed to wash away his taste in her mouth ? the taste of adultery, of a big, powerful black man, a vile d**g dealer, not her husband. "Please."Reggie kneeled behind his bar for a moment to get Alyssa her bottle of water. Inside the mini-refrigerator, next to the bottled water, sat a vial containing more of the Molly he had given Alyssa earlier -- in its liquid form.He possessed an enormous appetite for prime white pussy. Another snack for later, perhaps? She would never realize he had slipped her more Molly if he gave it to her now, he thought. How nice it would be to spear this pretty whitefish a few more times tonight, and wake up with her in bed in the morning."Hold on, I have it behind some things in the back," he shouted.Reggie returned to Alyssa with the bottle and pretended to open it for her. Her brain still buzzing, she failed to notice that the cap didn't snap when he unscrewed it.Alyssa guzzled the water and handed him her emptied bottle. "I'm so thirsty. Can I have another, please?"Reggie smiled at her strangely. "Sure baby."He left to fetch her another water and she stood from the sofa, quietly searching the living room for her clothing. She stood nude with her miniskirt bunched in her fist when he returned. "I can't find my thong and bra.""Gee, I don't remember where we tossed 'em, baby. Here drink this and I'll help you look for 'em. Gotta be 'round here somewhere."Alyssa took the second bottle from Reggie and finished it nearly as quickly as the first. "Thank you." She remembered that she needed to find out about Reggie's suppliers for Detective Sanchez. "When can we get more of that stuff from your connection?"Reggie turned toward her. "Here, I found your bra. I'll contact Luther tomorrow after we wake up, baby."What did he mean by 'tomorrow, after they woke up'? She had no intention of spending the night with him. And he had said earlier she could go with him tonight to meet his supplier. "I thought you said you would call him tonight?""I did, baby, but we got a little carried away. Do you have any idea what time it is?"Alyssa scrunched her eyebrows together and with a perplexed look shook her head."It's 1:15 baby-doll. We gonna have to set something up tomorrow."That couldn't be right. He had brought her here around 7:00 p.m., which meant they had fucked for over five hours, Alyssa figured. How could she do such a horrible thing with him for so long? She needed to check her phone. Perhaps he was lying about the time. Completely nude, with her miniskirt still in her hand, Alyssa found her purse sitting on the granite countertop of Reggie's wet bar where he had placed it for her when they arrived here earlier.In big white numbers, 1:17 a.m. lit up on her phone when she fished it from her purse. But three missed calls from Josh, also appearing on the small screen, made the sting of guilt far worse. With her back toward Reggie she began to sob. "I can't stay here tonight. I have to get home.""We gonna have to get you an Uber or something then, 'cause my limo driver off 'till morning."Alyssa sniffled and turned toward him, her eyes red and watery. "Fine, what's your address?"Reggie hesitated a moment. "8413 West Madison Avenue."His address was actually 4831 West Madison Avenue ? a simple, but costly mistake she would believe she made due to her condition, he figured. A slight delay that would cost her much more.Alyssa put the address in her Uber App, but to her disappointment the app indicated that a driver would not arrive for another 35 minutes. At least she had time to clean herself up a little and get dressed. "Where's your restroom?"His condo contained three full bathrooms, but Reggie purposefully led her to the one in his master bedroom.Alyssa passed his king-sized bed with slight discomfort, realizing they were both still naked and this could be an attempt to have more sex with her. She stopped before entering his bathroom. "Do you mind if I use your shower quickly?"Reggie reached up and gently wiped a tear from her eye with his thumb. "Of course you can use my shower, but why you crying? We shared something special tonight, baby."She had not shared it with him. This despicable d**g dealer had taken something special from her tonight. He had shattered her sacred wedding vows. For seven years, she had been faithful to Josh ? since they went out together as teenagers in high school. It was all ruined by Reggie this evening. But Alyssa could not tell Reggie the truth. "I don't know. I guess that stuff just affected me funny.""You sure you still want more of it then?"She nodded, "Oh, yes, please. I definitely want more. I just have some things on my mind.""Yeah, Molly sometimes do that to people when they start coming down. It'll pass soon."Reggie was right. Strangely, her mood already began to improve again ? perhaps remarkably so ? the lingering effects of the Molly, she reasoned. But one thing was certain. She was not going to lose her senses like before. "I couldn't find my thong. Can you look for it while I'm in the shower?"Just like the lost fidelity of her marriage, she was never getting her thong back either. Reggie intended to keep it as a souvenir of his conquest. While they had fucked earlier he stuffed the sexy undergarment deep inside his couch cushion to retrieve latter. Continue...