Cyndi waits awhile before she tries to get out.

The old rusty oldsmobile chugged through the near deserted streets. He seemed to know where he was going and so did the whore.

Cyndi slumped in the big back seat and tried to ignore everytime the scummy looking guy made eye-contact with her through the rearview mirror.

Cyndi knew she had to get out of this situation but how. Her car was miles away and she was lost in the slums. Even though her mind was starting to clear from the drinks she had, she still couldn't come up with a wise course of action.

"So," the john started, "you girls into any dyke action."

"Oh yeah baby," the whore in front rubbed his crotch through his pants. "We can give you anything you want."

"That's good," he sounded excited.

"Let's get started now, o.k. sugar." The whore in the front smiled at him as she leaned over and began to unbutton his pants.

He struggled to drive through the dirty streets as she expertly worked his cock free. The gross dirty penis swelled to its maximum of 5 1/2 " in seconds thanks to her careful attention.

His small cock wasn't much challange for her to deep-throat and she accomplished it in one bob.

"Oh my god," he exclamied when her lips were pressed against his balls.

The car swerved towards an alley and he spun into it.

Cynds gripped the armrest tight as they slid to a stop in front of an old warehouse. The door was half raised and a single light shone down from the lamp-post into their car. They were as isolated as you could get in this part of town.

The whore in front kept sucking on his cock. Her lips caved in around his penis as she tried to suck the whole thing into her throat. He felt as large as he had ever been as she sucked the blood to the head of his cock. He had an aching erection when she sat back up.

"You want to do it here," she looked around.

"Sure, why not," he hoped she approved.

"Fine by me," the black girl offered her hand.

He held out two one hundred dollar bills. Her pimp would be happy tonight.

"Oh a big spender," she smiled as she tucked the money away.

"My names midnight delight, and you'll no why soon enough."

"What's her name?"

He was pointing at Cyndi.

Cyndi had only been half listening to what was going on. Upon hearing a question aimed at her, she answered truthfully.

"Cyndi," was her response.

"That's not a good whore's name," Midnight chuckled. "We'll have to work on that."

Cyndi only nodded as they both got out of the front and walked to the back of the car. Before Cyndi could react, they were all three in the backseat with her wedged in the middle.

She didn't know what to do.