On to Malik's place

You step into the bathroom, just in time to hear the two boys from the front porch walking up to the room you wore just in.

You lean against the door and you notice you can hear them talking.
“Damn where did she go?” asked one

“Yeah she was **** when Uncle finished with her” said the other.
You realize that the young boys wore going to take ‘liberty’ with you while you wore passed out, If not for Malik you would have been … who knows what.

You step in front of the mirror and look at yourself. Your face looked red, one side of your face was red, properly from the slapping they gave you, and at least this would go down and a bit of makeup would cover that.

Your neck was a lot a little red and you reach up and untie the ball gag, it was covered in your saliva. You let it drop to the bathroom sink with a solid clang sound. You continue to exam your body, you notice that the pain of the nipple clamps wore gone completely, and it felt natural to have them on.

You unclip them and place them on the counter also, your nipples wore red raw from the clamps, but you felt like something was missing now that you removed them, you have considered getting your nipples pierce many months ago when you wore going out with Steve at school but he said it made you look like a slut, but now ….. You breasts and your chest were bright red and sensitive, with large red marks from where the hot wax burned your skin.

Fortunately it didn’t burn the skin. You open the bathroom cabinet and notice some burn cream. You step into the shower and wash your body; it felt good to clean all the sweat, cum and wax off your body but still stung when the water hit your sore parts of your body.

You step out and dry yourself and apply some of the burn cream to your chest. It’s then a knock at the door startled you, dropping your towel, the door opened and Malik leaned in.

“Come on, we got to get going, you will want to get dressed properly at my place before we head to the party” he says, passing you your clothes through the door.

You smile at Malik and take your clothes as he clothes the door you pull on your pants, and then put on your halter top again. Slipping on your shoes you take one more quick look in the mirror and take a deep breath, and open the bathroom door.

You are greeted by two smiling faces of the teens from the porch again. “Um … hi” you say, stepping past them.

“Where you going, bitch, don’t we get a turn” says one.

“Maybe when you’re a bit older” you reply, a little surprised again that you wore willing to offer yourself to another black person when they wore older.

“Hey, leave her along we got to go” says Malik standing at the front door.

You slide past the boys and walk up to Malik and past the lounge room again, the men wore all there again watching TV, only this time a few of them only wore pants or their underwear.

“Hey Ho, next time you need a fill, come back anytime” says one men. “Yeah your arse is FINE!!” said another. Leeroy stood up and walked over to you and Malik. “I’ll drop the footage to Tyrone tomorrow for editing and uploaded, as well as payment” says Leeroy, as he slaps your rear hard, causing you to twitch at the hard sting.

“Yeah yeah, we got to go” says Malik, grabbing your arm and leading you out to the front yard. Leeroy follows and you notice the two teens behind him again.

“Damn come on, when we get a turn” asked a teen.

“Maybe next time” says Leeroy, turning back into the house and leading the teens in.

This time you notice the boys at the basketball court had moved to the streets, in face one of them noticed you and pointed you out to the group, soon all eyes wore on you.

“Get in” says Malik.

You stop short; surprised to see a BMW parked in front of you.
You ease into the car and Malik slides into the driver’s seat and pulls away from the curb.

“Damn you survived Leeroy and still walking, that’s impressive” said Malik.

“Oh?” you ask.

“I just heard some stories about Leeroy, not notice ones” replied Malik as he turned a corner.

You actually felt a bit confortable around Malik, he wasn’t a physically intimidating specimen like Tyrone or Leeroy but he seemed more …. Normal.

“What do you think about getting my nipples pierced?” you asked, pulling your top forward a bit and looking down to your chest. “Asked Tyrone, any body changes need his approval, it’s on the contracted” he said turning another street.

After a few minutes you discover Malik wants you to escort him to a part, you are to play some ‘High Class’ escort, and its to impress people there to invest more money into his company and in turn into Tyrone’s photography and website.

“We are here” Malik says.

What does Malik's house look like, another house in a black neighborhood, A rented mansion or...

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