Across the Tracks (closed for Tight_n_ready)

[AntonTovaras]

Jamil sipped his whiskey and nodded his head to the beat. Jimmy Cliff had done some amazing things in the 70s, and he let the music and liquor cover him like a warm, soft blanket. He was a generation younger than most of the people at The Sea Breeze, and he only had a hint of the Jamaican accent left. Was his mom's accent anyway, he was born and raised right here in South Memphis. He had only been to the islands once, arranging a shipment with some farmer/gangsters over there.

The name 'Sea Breeze' might have made people picture certain things, but the reality was, other than a good selection of Caribbean music on the jukebox and a few posters that were older than Jamil, the place was just another ghetto watering hole. There was no sea, no breeze, and if it felt a bit like a sauna inside, it was only because the AC was broken. But it was a good place to sit and be left alone, and wait for his boys to call for a drop.

Jamil had graduated from slinging bags on the street to dealing to the dealers. He had his own crew, his own turf, and The Sea Breeze was in the heart of it. Nothing that happened here surprised him. Until a group of white women came through the door. They were young, hot, obviously in the wrong place. Most of them seemed to know it, too, but there was one who was looking around her like a tourist.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Sophie was already tipsy, they’d been out for a couple of hours. Andrew was out of town, he had been for a few days, and her girlfriends had finally called up and arranged a night out. She’d needed it, it had been a long, stressful week, and it was nice to dress up, go out, and get drunk, except it wasn’t happening exactly the way it was supposed to.

She’d had a glass of wine before they’d arrived, thinking they’d just go to a bar and then a night club, but they’d decided they wanted to go somewhere new. Not really caring, Sophie had just gone along with the groups wishes, except that once they’d left that bar they’d taken a wrong turn, and from there taken more wrong turns, until they’d ended up in what was decidedly the wrong part of town.

“I… I don’t know where we are…”

Clara was nervous, obviously uncomfortable being here, and the rest of the group, another three woman, murmured their agreement, but not Sophie. She was gazing around at the buildings, a little worried yes, but somehow excited at the darkness, the danger that seemed to have everyone else so afraid. And it wasn’t her fault they were lost, Clara was the one who had gotten them lost down here. She shook her head, it seemed no one else was going to offer a solution.

“Maybe we could ask for directions, come on, there’s a bar right there.”

The interior of the bar wasn’t much different, it was just as hot as inside, if not hotter, with no movement of air at all. The bar was populated by a handful of men, clearly from the local area, several of whom gave the group admiring glances. They went over to the bar and Clara nervously asked for directions, while Sophie remained at the tail of the group, looking around. This was not the kind of place she frequented, not at all, which is probably why she found it so much more interesting. The juke box stopped for a moment, the room was silent, and then a new track started up. She knew it, surprisingly, and smiled appreciatively, faintly.

 

[AntonTovaras]

There wasn't a whole lot of talk in the place anyway, but when the white girls walked in, it was dead silent. One of them was asking for directions, but Jamil had his eye on the last one through the door. The one who didn't look afraid. She was a beautiful girl and he could see that she didn't really fit in with the others.

The song stopped, and you could have heard a pin drop. The bartender was telling them to take Kansas Street up to the expressway.

The next song started on the jukebox. A slow jam, and he could see his girl smile as she recognized it. That was all he needed. He slid off the stool, standing his full 6'6", and looked at her. He was wearing a clean white wifebeater that showed off his heavily muscled arms, shoulders and chest, and a pair of slacks that hung low and loose on his hips. Gold and diamonds glittered from his earrings, his rings and the chain around his neck, and he stepped towards her with the grace and power of a jungle cat.

He held his hand out to her and smiled, his bright white teeth seeming to glow against his dark lips.

"Dance with me," he said. It was more command than request.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Sophie hadn’t been attention to the directions offered, she was too busy looking around and enjoying the music, although she hadn’t noticed the powerfully built black man who was eyeing her up from a few tables away. One of the girls, Shannon it seemed, put a hand on her elbow, “come on Sophie, let’s get out of here.”

Sophie was about to turn to follow them, but something held her back, her frustration at this whole situation, the fact that she was enjoying the music, and the attention she had suddenly realised she was receiving. His teeth seemed to stand out against the dark shade of his skin and the look that he was giving her fixed her in place.

He held out a hand to her and spoke, his voice deep, powerful, and making it clear that it brooked no argument. She pulled away from the insistent tugging on her arm, casting a glance over her shoulder. “You guys go, I came out to have fun tonight, I’ll be fine.”

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or the annoyance, but it couldn’t hurt could it? What was the worst that could happen?

She took his hand and let him lead her out to the dance floor…

 

[AntonTovaras]

She followed him, with that smile on her face that meant she thought she knew the score. Pretty girls like to think they call the shots. Jamil didn't mind. Let her think that she had a choice. It wouldn't change anything. The other girls were leaving as he turned her so her back was to him. He slipped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her close, swaying to the sultry rhythm. He let her feel just how strong he was, how big he was, but he kept it on a leash while they danced. At least until he heard the car start outside, and her friends drove away.

Then he let his hands start to explore her body through her clothes. He covered one of her breasts with the palm of his hand and gave it a squeeze. Then let it go while his other hand slid down her thigh. He always kept one arm around her middle, pinning her, and he felt himself begin to stiffen as they danced.

"I never seen you around here before, baby," he whispered, his voice velvety smooth and deep. "You come down here looking for me?"

 

[Tight_n_ready]

The others left, and, it seemed, caught a cab, they hadn’t seen any on the way here, but maybe the group had got lucky and one happened to be going past, so much for directions it seemed. Not that Sophie was paying much attention to the noises outside, no, she’d been pulled out onto what passed for the dance floor in this place. The floor was sticky, but she didn’t notice, her breath caught as he turned her and his arm encircled her waist.

She hadn’t expected his sudden proximity, but she didn’t say anything, the music was good, and she was still in control of the situation after all, if she wanted to leave she could. She was dwarfed by him, she’d never been tall, but he was, and he had well over a foot on her, not to mention about a hundred pounds, and it felt like it was all muscle.

His voice suddenly arrived from the heights above her, “no, we just got lost that’s all, I didn’t come down here looking for anything."

She shrugged mentally, why not have a little fun at this guys expense?

"Why? Were you looking for something? Like what you find?"

 

[AntonTovaras]

She told her story about being lost, and Jamil wondered who she thought she was kidding. Was this just how white girls were, he wondered? Maybe she had been lost, but that stopped meaning anything when she let her friends wander out the door and leave her here. Still, if she wanted to pretend she was lost, that was ok. Lost was a cute look.

"Why? Were you looking for something? Like what you find?" she asked him. He grinned. Was that supposed to trip him up, he wondered.

"I'm always looking for something," he said, laughing. "Down here, everybody wants something. Pretty little white girl like might be something, might be nothing. Depends if you cool."

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Sophie could feel his stiffness behind her back, pressing against her as he pulled her back against his powerful, muscular form. Her dress was tight and form fitting, clinging to her body and accentuating her small breasts, while the short skirt stopped only part way down her thighs and with the contact was threatening to ride up her legs.

Cool?

“I think you’re the one who’s not cool.” She responded playfully, “you dance with a girl and you don’t even buy her a drink?”

She had felt his hardness against her, felt his girth, and it excited her, but it frightened her a little at the same time. Maybe that was why she felt the need for a drink, or maybe it was just the few drinks she’d already had talking. She wasn’t drunk, far from it, but she’d had enough for it to at least lend her a little of it’s artificial courage.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He chuckled and stepped away from her. He held his hands up, but he was smiling.

"So that's how white girls do. You only dance if you getting something out of it. I respect that," he said. Then he turned to the bartender. "Yo, my girl here needs to get her drink on. Hook us up."

With an exaggerated bow to her, he invited her to sit, and then strolled over to the bar. The bartender had filled two large plastic cups with ice and rum, roughly a half pint of liquor in each one. He added a splash of coke to each. Jamil picked them up, and handed one to Sophie.

"You wanted a drink," he said. His voice was low, but steely. "Now drink."

 

[Tight_n_ready]

She raised an eyebrow as he stepped away and commented on white girls, but didn’t say anything as he called out to the bartender. She sat at the table, adjusting her dress and hair slightly as he moved over to the bar where the bartender was filling cups. Plastic cups she noted, at least this bar had no pretensions, even if it was making her have second thoughts.

Those second thoughts flashed a little brighter as she realised how much alcohol was in the cups. Then he put them down in front of her, and commanded her to drink. A sudden splinter of fear made itself known, in the very pit, and lower too…

She took a breath, then took the cup and lifted it, she drank from it for a good fifteen seconds, then slammed it back down on the table, she hadn’t finished it, but the level of liquor was half what it had been.

“Good enough?”

 

[AntonTovaras]

"Shit, I don't know." A smirk twisted his lip. "You tell me if it's good enough. You the one with your panties in a twist because somebody didn't buy you a drink."

He took a small sip of his own drink, then set it back on the bar. He leaned closer to her, putting his hand on her waist, and spoke softly. "See, I don't mind hooking a girl up with what she needs. Nothing wrong with a little give and take. That's just life, isn't it?"

His hand slipped down her hip, cupping her ass, pulling her gently towards him. "How about we grab our drinks and slip out back, have a little refreshment of a different kind?"

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Thanks to the alcohol there was a heat in the pit of her stomach, and as he moved in closer to her she realised there was a heat lower in her body as well. He was suddenly very close, and she could feel his breath on her skin as he spoke softly now, almost intimately. Her breath caught as his arm tightened around her waist, his hand cupping her ass.

“A little give and take… sounds fair…”

It was at this point that Sophie realised that maybe she might have made a mistake, give and take, this guy had given her something, and now he expected something in return. She was hesitant in her response, but as he began to lead her towards the back of the bar she grew more confident, she was still in control of the situation, maybe she could even have a little fun. She didn’t know how much of this was the alcohol, and how much was the sudden heat she had felt when his huge, hard package had pressed against her.

 

[AntonTovaras]

There was a change as they walked to the back. He started off pushing her, but by the time they reached the door, she was walking on her own. He grinned. She probably thought she still had some say in what happened. The back was a narrow alley, full of the stink of garbage and the hot air from the AC vents, but a few steps down was an empty lot where the air could move. It was pleasant, and dark. Mostly overgrown with waist high weeds, but there was a path if you knew where it was.

He knew. He led her away from the buildings and then took a joint out of his pocket. It was big, strong. He lit it and took a hit, then handed it to her. It mellowed him, but at the same time, it sharpened his desire. He looked at her, his eyes adjusting to the dark. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the light filtering down from the stars.

"See?" he said. "We don't have to be enemies, you and me. If you cool, I could be your friend." He stepped close, touching her face softly.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

She was a little surprised when he handed her the joint, she hadn’t been expecting it, not that she could have said quite what she was expecting. She took it however, albeit with a moment’s hesitation, and took a drag on the thick roll. She coughed, not expecting the strength of the weed, but she got enough for it to have something of an effect. She blushed at the fact that she couldn’t take it, and immediately took another hit, prepared for it now, and managing not to cough this time around.

She handed it back as he stepped closer, and she realised how intimate the situation had become, but only a brief flash of concern moved through her mind. It was enough however, for her to realise what he was probably suggesting. She couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch, his stiffness apparent through the fabric there.

She looked back up as she felt his fingers on her face, and her lips pursed slightly in response, almost expecting something more from him.

“We can be friends.”

 

[AntonTovaras]

He grinned at her, saw her eyes drop to his crotch. Then she looked back up and said they could be friends. He chuckled, feeling the buzz from the weed making him thick, and this pretty white girl, pouting at him. He licked his lips, his tongue dark, glistening with spit, and then he reached down and squeezed his cock through his pants. It felt good. He was hard. He was ready.

His hand fell on her shoulder, heavily, pushing her down. He smiled at her, no question in his mind about his right to her. Hell, he'd danced with her, bought her a drink, smoked her out. More than any of that, she'd come out to this abandoned lot with him, in the dark. Now why would she do that?

"Go ahead," he said. "Take it out."

 

[Tight_n_ready]

A few moments later she found herself on her knees, the rough tarmac harsh against her skin. Her head was now level with the big man’s crotch, and the bulge there was even more evident now it was in direct eye line.

His hand was still on her shoulder, and there was an insistent pressure there, could she do this? She looked up at him, and saw no escape in his eyes, then looked back to to the bulge in his pants. She’d definitely got herself in too deep here. She was married for God’s sake…

And damn that weed had made her horny. She fumbled his trousers open and pulled them down awkwardly, suddenly it was only the thin fabric of his pants that held back his straining bulk. But there was already no going back, and soon his heavy, engorged member was right in front of her face, with her small fingers wrapped around it.

She began to stroke the heavy cock, then leaned forward to kiss the head…