Bimbos

"Lotta men, they like 'em eager, real sluts. Want 'em to beg for more, yeah? Ain't nothin' wrong with that. Little bit of weed, little ecstasy, little speed...you get some preacher's daughters that turn into wanton little cumrags."

There was a light in Tyrell's eyes as he spoke, and Lois nodded, sipped her drink, soaking in every word.

"And some men, they like women with big tits and big asses, right?" Tyrell sketched an hourglass in the air with his fingertips. "That's harder. More expensive. No pill for that. But you get 'em some surgery, and they can be workin' a pole on or off camera in a couple of weeks. But then there's some brothas..."

He rolled his eyes, and then they fixed on Lois. "...or really, I should say some white men. They like women that are dumb. Not just drunk, or horny, or uneducated, but like short bus, can't hardly read, forget their pills, fuck anything that wants cause it feels good. An' there's some women that get so burned out on **** they get there, but by that time, they ain't hardly a good fuck anymore. Crack addicts with no teeth, forget to keep clean, ulcers, all that shit."

Tyrell's voice got real low.

"But I heard some shit, you understand? Like, not snuff movies, but...they'd get these girls that was causin' trouble in their families, and lock 'em away in an institution, and they'd drive a little spike into they brain—lobotomize 'em. That's what the Kennedy's did. Only sometimes, they got these girls, and they...they make these movies. And it's like they alive, but they just lay there, moanin', the eyes all vacant as they get fucked in ways even the worst street ho' wouldn't do for any money at all."

He shuddered then—this big black man, muscles tensed along his arm, and Lois caught the energy off of him, like he had seen pure evil and no matter how degraded his soul had gotten, it had shaken him to the core. She set her empty glass down on the table.

"Big money for those videos. Lotta risk. But let's say..." he licked his lips, the big pink tongue running over his white teeth, "let's say you could take a pill. One little pill. And for twenty-four hours, you get big tits and a big ass. You're so horny you'd fuck anything that walks, crawls, or flies. An' you're so stupid that you make a kid with Down syndrome look normal." He clenched his teeth, eyes focused on the middle distance. "Now you can make those videos, and there's a lot less risk, right? And the money's good, the money's great. Everybody loves bimbos with big tits, especially little white girls gettin' gang-banged by six or seven brothas. No protection, no pullin' out, and she suckin' and fuckin' every dick in sight. Eat the nastiest pussy in the world if you put it in front of her, do whatever you tell her to, and she can't even count the money."

Lois felt her heart pound in her chest, her face flushed. "And that's what they've got?"

He nodded.

The reporter let out the breath she had been holding. "Can you take me?"