It was my first apartment. I know it wasn't in the best neighborhood, but it was a lot of apartment for the price. A HUGE master bedroom with a walk-in closet, almost big enough to be a bedroom. Another sizeable room, big enough for a roommate. And the bathroom was great. Lots of storage space and a private porch. And it included some of the utilities, too! What more could a girl ask for? At least for $500/month. Split two ways, that was only $250 each! Sure, it was kind of in the 'hood' and my apartment was on the ground floor, but I found a male roommate. Of course that would make me feel safer.
The first few weeks I didn't have any trouble. We got along with everyone pretty well, and our neighbors seemed cool enough. And besides, as a student, I was barely home anyway. I would leave for school early in the morning and come home around 10 or 11pm when I got off work.
Then the catcalls started. The yelling, the blatant checking out. It was strange to me, these hardened "thugs," huge black guys checking me out, trying to hook up with me. I tried to play it cool, talk to them. Let them know I wasn't really interested. Nothing seemed to be working.
One night a couple of my girlfriends, Laura and Claire came over and some guys saw us walking to the apartment with a 12-pack of Smirnoff and a cheap box of wine and tried to invite themselves in. We giggled and locked the door behind us and brought our booze to the fridge. We got started on the wine, and sat down in the living room. A few minutes later, my roommate Chris came out of his room to drink with us. He brought a 6 pack or beer.
I should have noticed Chris wasn't drinking much, he had maybe two or three beers while the three of us got smashed. 5 liters of wine split between 3 girls, and other drinks on top of that. Chris said he was going out to smoke a cigarette, and walked out to the porch, leaving the door open behind him. I barely noticed.
I heard Chris talking to some guys outside, and then footsteps. Laura and Claire and I had stripped down to camisoles and shorts, flushed from the alcohol. Four HUGE black guys came into the apartment, each holding a plain brown bag. Chris followed. The five of them stared at us, and then looked at each other and smiled.
None of us was bad looking. Claire was the shortest, about 5'4", with short red hair, hazel eyes, and the cutest freckles. She was the thinnest of the three of us, probably about 110 pounds, and tiny breasts. About a 34B. Laura was taller, 5'9", brown hair, brown eyes, probably about 130 pounds, 36C. Me, I'm 5'7", brunette, blue eyes, athletic, and curvy. I weigh about 140 pounds and am about a 36D.
They weren't hiding what they were interested in. But we were too drunk to do anything about it. Claire looked at them.
"Why don't you guys grab a drink?!"
Chris laughed.
"We're here to get something more than a drink, baby."
The guys laughed. You could hear them mumbling under their breath.
"Look at that chick. Fuckin' hot, isn't she?"
"I love them white girls. So fuckin' tight."
"I got my eye on that one, there."
My mouth dropped.
"Chris!! Who the hell do you think you are, bringing those guys in here like that?"
He laughed.
"Bitch!"
I felt a hand come across by face, and fell back, stunned.
"You really think we didn't have our eyes on you? You and your sweet little friends, always comin' up in here like you own the place. In your cute little skirts with your cheap drinks that you bought with your mommy and daddy's money. But now, we gonna teach you a lesson. You don't tease us and get away with it."
Laura and Claire screamed and scrambled towards the door. Two of the guys grabbed them. They laughed and groped at Laura.
"You ain't getting' away as easy as that you hot little bitches."
All three of us screamed.
"Nooooooooo!! Please don't do this to me," I cried.
