Not Quite a White Night B. 02

In Chapters 19 and 22, Resha eagerly gives oral sex to reward those men who transport her from a bad situation.

Chapter 19. Driving Miss Resha

Friday May 30

The Law Offices

2 in the Afternoon.

Friday I put in a long shift, 2 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon. At around Noon I got Resha as a service girl. She got naked but I said I just wanted to sit on the couch, share some scotch and talk. She said that would not be fair unless she was in my lap, so I let her have her way. In the past she would have been hesitant about such a request, but today she was more open with me. It was because of Li; Resha said Li was "changed" since my date with her.

Resha knew that I really liked putting my hands on her so we both felt good. She didn't let other lawyers do that, but we were now friends so she was eager for it. While we relaxed she shared the office gossip and even a few glimpses into her life. Towards the end I asked if I could take her home instead of her taking the bus. We both knew I had to meet her away from the office, but she agreed. She was waiting at the bus stop when I picked her up in my repaired and repainted Chevy Silverado.

She asked what was up and I got right to it. "I'd like you to take a ride with me, to show you something. It will take an hour or so, then I will drive you home. Does that work for you?"

That meant she had to trust me, so she had to think about it. We had gotten better, but trust was not in her nature, every time her baby cried she was reminded of the pain that misplaced trust could bring. On the other hand, Li had talked to Resha about our fabulous date, she got few details but she saw how her friend's attitude about life had changed in a big way with the one date. Resha also enjoyed another hour-long pleasure session with Sam in her office Thursday, when Sam talked about the overnight date she had with me; Sam was especially excited about a friend's involvement. You could say both incidents reflected well on me.

As we pulled away from the bus stop Resha asked, "Are you going to ask me out on a date? I heard you do that sometimes."

"Do you think we are ready for that yet?" I asked. "You are a little skittish."

"I have so much riding on my job... so I guess I am not ready yet. But I have to wonder, are you interested?"

"I clearly like having my hands on you, so of course I like you. You are attractive to me... but this is about you, not me. Look, I know you have issues so I won't ask you to trust me that far. But maybe someday we will be much closer. This is something else." That seemed to satisfy her.

During the drive I asked her about what ties she had to her present address; close friends for her or the grannies (her child's two widowed grandmothers), babysitters, things like that.

She did not have any attachments, it was just a place to live. "You know it is gang territory, right?" she said.

"Most of LA with affordable rent is. Scorpions claim it but it is outside their core. There are no drug corners on either street, they are too busy." She lived on a corner, it was dangerous as she was exposed on the front and side, and there were plenty of escape routes for shooters. The nearest drug corner was a block over and a block up. "Snakes are probing but they don't have the manpower to make a move. G-Vice wants the area, and they will take it, that is just a matter of time. Unless the rat-bastard Poccos grab it first, if they do it becomes a war zone. It is not the worst place for drive-byes... but as a corner... Lousy schools."

"A war zone? How long do you think?"

"That type of move? Probably August if they made it a priority. Best case is two years until it gets hot. Depends."

"You know a lot about local gangs for a fancy lawyer. My only attachment is the bus line, the stop is a few yards from my back door. I thought that was good, but... We moved there when I got the job, we stay to ourselves. I worry, the house is no protection from shooting, and those Scorpions don't care about us. I... I have to service the block boss and his people every month. They call and tell me when, we do it outside, in the back of the house at night. Just what I do at work... so far. They joke about a summer spit roast, which scares me. Otherwise they leave us alone." She realized that what she just said could get her fired, but I just went by it.

"Tell me about this waste of life."

She thought that was pretty funny... and true. She confirmed what I already knew. The block boss Zark (real name was Mark) and his side-kick/cousin B-man (real name Bradley) lived two houses from Resha in a foreclosure they had grabbed. For company they kept two terrified girls, runaways from Salt Lake City. These charmers chatted them up when they were vulnerable and got them both hooked on drugs. Yeah, I knew that song, I had my own choir singing it.

Jocko, the head Scorpion, put Zark in charge of 4 blocks, including the low volume drug corner. Zark was a regular disappointment to Jocko, but as long as he was not the worst disappointment in the gang he kept breathing. I knew Zark really needed Resha's rent check to pay his boss each month.

Zark and B-man were from New Mexico, they had no other relatives involved. I knew they were wanted for "failure to appear" for a string of minor-to-medium crimes back home.

Resha mentioned that Zark always carried a big knife and a gun on his belt, under a jacket, with a small gun in a ankle holster; I guess you learn things when a guy has his dick in your mouth. The side-kick was a tall guy who carried a cut-down AK under a duster, even in the summer. That meant for most of the year he sweated under the long coat in the LA heat. Plus he always had a phone in his hand. An AK requires two hands when you use the stock, which was something B-man cut off because it made the gun too big to hide. So they were both armed and stupid.

"What if I could arrange to move you to a better place, cheaper and much safer. Would you be interested?"

"Security deposit plus first and last months rent, I can't afford it, I'm sure. Plus Zark would not let me go."

"Oh, I'm sure you could afford it. The bus ride is ten minutes longer, but it is a direct route, no transfers in Dragon territory." She looked at me because I knew that, it was the bad thing she did not know before she moved and got locked-into the bus route. Her schedule always put her going to or from work after dark, and if either bus was delayed the wait could go bad; it had for other girls.

"Taxi's won't pick up at my house after dark," she said bitterly. "Only a few companies will drop off in the area. I can't afford a car."

"That is not an issue with the new place."

"Is there a gang?"

"Of course, this is LA. The 49 runs the territory. We have an understanding."

"They are hispanic... How do you know them?"

"You know some gang things too." She smiled at that. "Actually, they are pretty open. I know a few of the bosses from my disreputable past. Lawyers always do. You know, we don't pick our clients... except they are always in trouble."

That got a delightful laugh. I say it with sincerity because it is true.

After that we talked space and costs, the new place was bigger and $100 a month less. I told her it was a two story house in the middle of the block with 3 bedrooms upstairs. Both were big selling points, she thought that was safer because shooters always shot low, and a thief did not like to climb noisy stairs. The same for rapists. Actually, rapes, break-ins and drive-bys were not an issue. I knew the grannies would tire of the stairs, but to move her I had to get her attention. I also said pets, including large dogs, were allowed. She said it sounded too good to be true.

"Wait... I heard the 49 patrol with dogs. How can residents have their own?"

That was a very insightful question, and again, it showed more knowledge than I expected. "Dogs make friends easier that people do, assuming the dog is trained and not abused. There is a top dog for the area, more wolf actually, he will make friends. A pack leader like that ends a lot of the fighting and foolishness. The vet only allows dogs that fit in."

She asked, "If they patrol with dogs, does that mean they don't have a rat problem?" Rats are one of our fair city's dirty secrets, and a constant terror for a mother with a child.

"They have pretty good control of rats, and most other vermin," I said.

We pulled up. "Come on, let's check this house out." We were two blocks from the 8-story apartment building. I helped her out and she noticed I didn't lock the door. Once I was out a black guy walking a large German Shepherd came into view, and she saw two hispanic guys, one across the street and the other down the block, watching everyplace but where we were.

"Don't you want to lock your wheels, boss?" she asked nervously. She was very scared, people without wheels were helpless prey in some neighborhoods.

"No. They all know me and who I hang with. We are safer here than... oh... the law office parking lot. Here, I'll show you." I whistled and yelled loudly, "Viva Toad!"

All three responded with fists in the air as a salute and a yell. The black guy said, "Right On Amigo." The others were similar.

Despite her fear about the territory she thought the law office thing was a funny thing to say. Well, I knew a wind from the south was coming. She also did not understand about Toad, clearly it was a name, but the solidarity was impressive.

When we walked into the living room a 49 soldier with an M-16 was sitting on the stairs. He showed me respect, tipped his hat at Resha, and went out the back without a word. Resha could not understand what was going on, especially why I got respect from a guy with a gun, but again I said I knew some of the bosses.

I showed her the house like I was a real estate agent. Full bath and one bedroom downstairs, three small bedrooms and two half-bath upstairs. (The family now made do with two bedrooms and one bath.) There was a working second floor fire escape to the fenced back yard with a two-car garage. When we went outside a neighbor greeted us in a cheerful voice as she watched her 2 pre-school children.

"You are serious about this..." Resha said. It looked good to her. Way too good so she was suspicious.

"You don't know me well, but I want to change that. I don't want to change you, but I have rules. You living here would be easier for both of us."

"I don't get it... I service you at work, you treat me nice but promoting you to my pussy can't be worth this, especially not next to Sam and Abril, they are both fine. What is your angle?"

"Don't underestimate your appeal. Of course I want your pussy, but that is not the issue. It is a safer home for you. Look, you know I want serious information at work. But that requires trust. Trust has to be built. You and I will get along better at work if we both know you are secure at home. Your place is not good, a war is coming and your exit strategy is basically hope, duck and run with the baby. This is a better place. It makes sense all around."

"I don't know. Is there a block boss I would have..."

I cut her off and opened the gate in the fence. "Don't take my word... Knock on any door on the block. Ask that and any other questions. I will wait inside so you know the answers are honest."

"Is that safe?"

"Safer than your back yard with the block boss standing there on a regular schedule attracting weapon fire from any Snake who wants a promotion and has a gun he never fired before. If the Snake has an automatic weapon, your kid..."

She saw the truth in that so she did as I suggested. It took her an hour so she must have found somebody to talk to. Actually she found three women watching tots together, one was the gang's block captain, which she could hardly believe.

"You mean your husband is the block captain..." Resha said.

"Oh no honey... he is my husband but he is just a member. I outrank him in 49."

Resha learned that more than half the block captains were women, some were single and made their living on their backs.

Besides the basic "treatment of women" issue, Resha asked more about "working girls." They said the 49 had rules protecting women, and that she would not be the only working girl around. Then they talked about the schools. They said most of the block was 49 members, but with an introduction "from a higher up" gang membership was not a requirement. The house was not a foreclosure (like hers) but was actually owned by 49. They also explained that 49 only allowed weed and party drugs, anything addictive and they came down on hard and fast.

They made her a believer.

When she came back she was enthusiastic, but now that she wanted it she wondered if it would happen. "My lease is to the end of July, and even then I don't know if the gang will let me go. I will probably have to pay too much and host a disgusting party."

Well, she was renting a foreclosure appropriated by the gang, so it wasn't a real lease.

"I can see both problems fixed. Let's talk about timing." She thought I meant something else so she started to undress and moved the the bedroom. But I told her that, while I would normally not turn her down "as a special friend," her pussy was not part of the deal. "I'm not that easy. You have to want me more, I am not that type of real estate agent," I kidded. She really had to laugh at that, her first sincere laugh with me.

I was serious about when we could make this happen. "Trust has to be built, remember?"

So we talked. I knew her schedule and said this next Monday real early was good for me. Could she pack in time? She was amazed at how fast I wanted her to move. I said there was no reason to wait, she had given Zark her last rent check.

Frankly, I wanted to move her today, but that would not work. I said that my friends would make sure it was a safe move without serious complications from angry Scorpions. "We will do it while the Scorpions are asleep. If they wake... no problem."

We talked about what she had to move and really, there was not much. Both houses were almost fully furnished. She owned a few pieces of furniture, the largest was a reclining chair, the most important was the crib, and the most delicate was her shrine to Shiva. They had three small TVs. Packing up for a fast move would take a couple of dozen boxes. I said I would have security, a crew and a truck. We would arrive Monday morning at 3 in the morning to pack, then load at first light, that gave a low chance of encountering anybody. She called the grannies and told them to start packing, they were pleased with a move to a better neighborhood.

I made my own calls: 3 cars of people, a U-haul type truck, and the ECM-van to kill cell phones in case the block-head woke up and tried to call for reinforcements. Foreclosures rarely have working land-lines, so they would try to call on a cell. He would probably show up pissed stupid but without reinforcements. If that happened it was going to be a very bad day for him.

I got ready to leave but she took me upstairs and when we got to the bedroom she insisted that she had to thank me. I said that was not required, but she took off her dress, then sank to her knees and said "please?" It was part of her religion, I was doing her a favor so she had to be "balanced" in such things.

I asked about a rain check until the next time at work, but she said her faith did not work like a "rent to own" place.

I just knew I would feel like a brute if I did not allow her to please me, and you have to know that I really hate that feeling, so I finally opened my pants. My face said that she was manipulating me. Her smile said she knew it and enjoyed the special opportunity. I insisted that I had to wash off first, I had put in a long day. She washed it for me, and somehow got us both naked in the process. I could not win with this damn attractive woman.

Once we were both naked I was tempted to bend her over and have her pussy. She half-expected the same thing. But I knew this was about trust, so I took her orders. That impressed her a great deal.

The oral sex she gave me was much better than at work. For starters she took her time and put some feeling into it. She smiled during the exercise because she enjoyed it. Besides the straight mouthwork, which seemed sincere with extra touches, she rubbed my cockhead on her very nice tits and licked my balls - these were not on the regular menu. Once, she held my cock up so she could get her tongue as far back as possible, she actually went to the back edge of my taint and gave a teasing touch with the very tip of her tongue. Her eyes said she was delighted to connect with me back there. In fact, I detected a stronger desire, or maybe I just wished hard.

When she was done with the preliminaries she slipped on a headband to keep her hair back. She sat off center from me and took my cock in her mouth, deliberately loading it up with her spit. Then she used her hand to point my cock almost straight up while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand began to move up and down my shaft. She watched my face carefully to get it right. Once she was dialed in she turned her head to the side and pressed her lips lightly to my balls. The tip of her tongue came out to play ping-pong, the soft sexy fucking incredible version. That was when I knew she was going to play with my balls when I came!

Resha was a master at this, it was an erotic, incredible feeling, I could not take much. The finger of the hand holding my cock up began to rub the pre-cum across the tip of my cock. That was too much, in seconds I lost control and the first blast of cum came up from my balls to jet out into the air. As I spurted her lips caressed my balls, very lightly, very powerfully. She connected with me sexually in a way I never imagined. It was incredible.

Her aim was true, the spurt of cum flew almost straight up so when it dropped it landed on target on her cheek. More spurts followed, each with less height but still the same crazy good feelings. All I could focus on was how her lips and tongue were in gentle contact with my balls as they gave it up, sharing the sensation like an obscene wonderful kiss. It was like she was inside my skin, inside my scrotum in a good way. It was not enough contact to be a problem, but the light-as-a-feather caress felt incredibly intimate, like she was inside of my skin smiling each time I pulsed as I gave up my climax.

After the first three spurts most of the cum ended up falling back on my cock. I was helpless as I just kept cumming, she made it happen and it delighted her. When I was finished she gathered the cum from her face with her fingers and took it in her mouth. Then she used her tongue to lick up what was on my cock, eating my cum with a great smile, like the cream of my balls was pure ambrosia, or whatever The Great Shiva finds delightful. It was quite amazing.

When it was over I said I owed her one. She was smiling as she agreed with me while she licked my cock clean, then took it to her wonderful breasts again, hugging it between the mounds which looked great and felt better. She said we would be even again when she moved in.

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When we got to her house I pulled a package out of the back seat. It looked like a box for a set of TV trays of something, but actually it had a bunch of collapsed boxes inside with tape so she could start packing without drawing attention. I also gave her a number to call if there was any trouble, I made sure she put it on speed dial, just in case.

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Chapter 20. New Arrivals.

Friday Evening May 30

The "Casa Grey" Mansion

With three indians on board, my Lincoln left Detroit on Wednesday evening, so they could avoid the busy traffic of Chicago. That city always seems to have the roads you need to drive under construction, and even when traffic is light the number of lanes seems to contract so it is slow going. After Chicago they made good time without pushing. They had stopped to eat at one place but otherwise the trio alternated driving. They arrived Friday evening and came straight to the mansion.