watched her dress.
'Don't mention it,' Buck said sadly, looking at her closely, as though he knew it would be the last time he would see her. Debbi hurried out the door, lest she give in to the powerful temptation to stay.
It was a short cab ride to the bus terminal. There. were only security police about. No one was looking for her. Most probably, the police called Cindy's apartment about the bank book, and getting no reply put the matter off until tomorrow. Debbi knew instinctively that she was safe.
She bought a ticket for Detroit on a bus that was leaving in about fifteen minutes. She hurried down to the lower level and found a small group of passengers boarding. She joined the line and took a seat toward the rear of the bus. No one sat next to her, since there were few passengers, and the bus was soon moving out toward its destination.
Debbi sat quietly as the bus lumbered on in
darkness. A young couple across the aisle cuddled close to each other. The sight of the people in love sickened Debbi, because she had no love herself. It seemed as if she would never find it. And she doubted whether Detroit would have any to offer. The new city would be just like all the others in the past. It would have nothing to give her but bitter memories. But it was something. -
CHAPTER SIX
The first rays of morning sunlight startled Debbi awake as the bus rolled into Detroit. It was early morning and Debbi had no idea how she was supposed to find the address given her by Buck. She asked a cab driver, and he shook his head as he pulled the cab from the curb. His conversation centered around how nice the weather was for that time of year, and the monotone of the man began to bother her. But Debbi felt she preferred the company of the boring cabbie to the strangely deserted street she stepped out onto.
'You sure you want this place?' The cabbie asked, giving Debbi another looking over. 'It's kind of a rough area. Dope heads and stuff…'
'This is it, thank you,' Debbi answered, in a tone that indicated she wished to terminate the conversation. The cabbie shook his head and pulled away quickly as soon as he had collected his fare.
The neighborhood was rundown, but quiet. No matter how rotten a neighborhood may seem at night, when it's teeming with every possible kind of humanity, the early morning hours brought a peace to the area. For the moment, Debbi felt secure.
Yet, Debbi felt somewhat uneasy as she entered the apartment complex given as the address of Willie Loman. A strange odor of evil seemed to fill
the air. Something in the back of Debbi's mind told her to run. She had over two hundred fifty dollars. That would, be enough to take her to a warmer climate.
But she rang the buzzer insistently. Finally, Debbi heard cursing and a commotion from inside.' The door slowly opened and a green haze seemed
– to rush out of the room. The eyes looking out at her were bloodshot, but did not have the anger she expected.
'Who are you?' the black man looking at her asked.
'Are you Willie Loman?' Debbi stammered nervously.
'That depends,' he answered softly, still keeping his eyes on hers.
'On what?'
'On who you are,' he answered in a half-laugh. He was in a strange mood, coming down off a coke high that had him sailing easy half the night. His nostrils still burned and his sinuses itched from the cap he'd snorted. But at that time, Willie was feeling no pain. He had never really crashed, merely getting into the heavy user's state called 'hazy'. He remembered things somehow, but their order was confused.
'Well, I'm Debbi,' she began, not wishing to tell him her last name. She knew she would have to tell him more by way of explanation. 'From Chicago. Buck Evans sent me.'
'Chicago… Buck…' the man mumbled incoherently. Finally his eyes lit up as something registered in his foggy brain. 'Oh, you're the chick that wants a new scene.'
'He told me you could help me make some bread,' Debbi said, feeling suddenly uneasy. Willie was surprised at how pretty the girl was. And how
innocent-looking. She was definitely green, or she would have gotten a pad in a hotel and then called. Making a social visit to a pimp at seven in the morning showed a certain amount of naivete.
'Sure I can. But first you go to the Danton Hotel. I've got Suite fifteen, it's one of my regulars. Tell the clerk you're with Mr. Loman. He'll show you upstairs. You ain't got any luggage,' Willie commented, not really surprised or caring.
'I travel light.'
'Okay. Relax awhile, get a bite to eat. Look around downtown if you want, but be ready to have dinner with me at seven. I like promptness. And I'll call you a cab right now. I'd ask you in, but I got some business in here,' Willie explained, and she heard him pick up the phone and call a cab. She wasn't certain what he meant by business, but she wasn't all that eager to find out either.
'Ub, what'll I have to do?' Debbi asked, feeling uneasy when he returned to the partially opened door.
'Just stay a sexy lady for the moment. And stay out of this neighborhood. These bastards see a pretty white woman and they'll fuck her sure as shit. Remember, I'll come for you. And I'll explain what I want you to do in more detail. After dinner,' Willie said, fascinated by the girl's lack of experience. If Buck hadn't recommended her, Willie would have sworn she was a nervous virgin. But if Buck said she was okay, then she could fuck a guy till his nuts felt like a couple of dried prunes.
Willie was hungry to try Debbi out. It made Willie feel good to fuck the girls who looked like the epitome of white middle-class society.
Debbi was wondering what Willie was thinking about as he stared absently. She was familiar
enough with drugs to know that he was using something.
'There he it,' Willie said, pointing to the cab.
'Right. Bye,' Debbi said, rushing out to meet it.
'See ya later,' Willie said, closing the apartment door.
The Danton Hotel was an ancient-looking relic on the outside. But inside, fancy furnishings and plush carpeting impressed Debbi as the trappings of a first-rate hotel. The patrons milling about the large lobby seemed to reflect a kaleidoscope of different backgrounds. The hotel clerk was cooperative, even if he did seem to leer obscenely at her when she mentioned Willie Loman's name. She was directed to a very posh, though not really very large, suite. All things considered, the place suited her fine.
Debbi removed her clothes to take a bath. She teased her toe into the hot bath water and found it to her liking. She gingerly got into the tub, enjoying the sensation of the hot water as it engulfed her.
The water caused her pussy to tingle as it caressed her. Water always felt so sexy to Debbi. She remembered how she'd picked up twenty dollars for blowing a guy underwater. At least she almost got paid for it.
The incident had occurred after a party she'd attended irhen she'd been on the streets for a couple of weeks. Everyone had wine and a little grass and some guy, filled up on both, went out to the pool, stripped nude, and went in.
Debbi sank further into the tub as the memory of what happened came back to her. Her nipples hardened at the contact of the hot water. Her fingers pinched them gently as the vivid picture flashed in front of her.
Debbi remembered how the guy had a hard-on when he went into the water. He told a couple of girls to suck him off, but they laughed and went on swimming. When the guy said he'd pay twenty bucks for the head job, Debbi got interested. She stripped off her suit and dived into the pool at the other end. She'd taken a drinking straw out of the house and used it to breathe through as she silently made her way through the water. There were no pool lights on, so no one could see what was happening.
'Jesus!' the guy gasped in astonishment, when Debbi captured his hard cock in her mouth. The water pressure made the bloated prick seem even bigger. Only the guy's head and shoulders were above the water, but
