He picks Susan to be his next victim

Sweetback was about to call it a night. The torrent of oh-so-average humanity streaming from the buses was not going to hold any treasures for him tonight, he thought wistfully. All but one of the other pimps had already reached the same conclusion and departed the depot, but as Sweetback stood up to head out, something caught his attention.

There! Getting off that bus from Topeka, he saw a girl whose body screamed slut but whose face and mannerisms exuded pure innocence. He saw all the classic emotions there--awe, excitement, fear, apprehension... The other pimp hadn't spotted her, so Sweetback swooped in to collect this treasure.

"Can I help you, baby?" he asked, looking her up and down like a piece of meat. "Oh!" Susan startled, "Well, I..."

"You must be here for the modeling try-outs," he began with one of his tried-and-true lines. "Well, actually..." Susan stammered. Sweetback reached into his paisley suit pocket and pulled out one of several business cards he had made up. "I represent the Athena agency, and I can tell you've got what it takes, baby. I want to sign you up before anyone else tries to confuse or take advantage of you."

Susan read the card and, smiling wickedly inside, played her little innocent role to the fullest. "Wow! I, uh, I can't believe it! But I've never even modeled before."

"No problem, baby. Just come with me and I'll take you back to the studio for a real quick audition. We'll just make sure you don't have any tattoos, piercings, or anything else that would disqualify you." Sweetback laughed to himself, for all the tattoos and piercings would be of HIS choosing, a way to brand all his bitches.

"Isn't it kind of late?" Susan asked. "The modeling business doesn't work on normal business hours, baby," Sweetback replied. Taking her by the arm, he guided her towards the parking lot. He let her into the front seat of his tricked-out Escalade and then drove to his "studio" in a decrepit part of town. Susan appeared more and more nervous, and finally told Sweetback that she wasn't sure she wanted to go through with the modeling deal.

"What!? Listen here, you little cunt, you're mine now. Understand? MINE! No one knows you're here, you don't even know where you are, and you could just disappear without a trace. So from now on I'm the only thing separating you from life and ****, got it?"

Trembling, Susan nodded her head. "Good. Now we're going to have a little audition, 'cause we're at my studio." He pulled into a dark alley near a seemingly abandoned building and guided her inside. After several twists and turns in the warehouse, they entered a surprisingly nice boudoir. The very room reeked of sexuality, though, with a black leather bed, red satin sheets, and porn magazines and bondage implements scattered around.

Sweetback closed the door and padlocked it. "Now strip, bitch."

"What?" Susan answered, backing away. Sweetback turned a devious eye on her. "Which part didn't you understand, 'strip' or 'bitch'? See, 'strip' means to take off your clothes. And 'bitch' is what you are. MY bitch. I'm going to fuck you, and then I'm going to sell your body. Other men will fuck you every way to Sunday, and I'll get the money. And in return, you won't get hurt. I hope you're not one of those hot but stupid chicks who doesn't get it. 'Cause it would be a shame to deprive the world of that tight ass and those firm tits. Now STRIP!"

Susan, still trembling, began to take off her clothes. Sweetback loved this feeling of power he had over his bitches, but it was especially exciting to break one the very first time. Once they submitted to him once, they would do it over and over again forever. As more and more of Susan's body was revealed, he became ever more pleased. Her country clothes couldn't completely hide her beauty, but as she disrobed he saw that this girl was a real knockout. Once he taught her how to please a man a dozen different ways, she'd become one of his top money-makers.

"What's your name, bitch?"

"Su... Su... Susan." she sobbed.

"No, that won't work. From now on you're 'Star', got it? I'll get you star-shaped jewelry, tattoo a star on each of your tits, and get your pussy shaved in the shape of a star, too. Yeah, you'll do nicely, baby." By now Susan was standing completely naked in front of him, and his erection was straining at his pants. He sat down on the bed and ordered, "Come over here and unzip my pants, bitch."

Susan obeyed, walking over and pulling down his fly. "Now take it out." She did, impressed as the nine-inch monster sprang to attention. "And suck it."

"I don't think so," was Susan's cold reply, and Sweetback was stunned by her change in attitude and sudden confidence. He was even more stunned when the girl squatted over his lap, sliding his massive member into her sopping pussy. "Lie down," she snarled, pushing him back onto the bed. "We'll see who's the bitch..."