Still Gangsta (closed for DracnKitten)

[gagonthis]

"You hear the news man? Anthony Thuggity gonna be puttin' it down tonight!!" The man riding shotgun said as he took another long pull off the joint, before hacking up like he was going to toss his cookies. Tyrell rolled his eyes and grabbed the joint away from him. "Bettah snatch that shit out your hand 'fore you be spillin' it all over my whip." Tyrell said with a laugh. " 'Course I heard about Thuggity. Shit son you know I be all up on that biz cus." He took a nice slow pull off the joint, turning his BMW into a slow turn into his drive way. "And I'm gonna be dere, got a couple extra tickets too, gonna scalp em to earn some extra dough, get crunk tonight." He pulled out three tickets to the show, they'd cost him a bit more than he had expected, Thuggity had been blownin' up recently and ticket prices had been steadily increasing since his hit 'Thugz 4 20 to Life' had begun playing on national radio.

"Oh sweet man, think I could score one of those off ya?" Tyrell's friends asked, causing him to arch an eyebrow. "Sure man, you got one hundred bones for me?" He said with a mean smile, knowing his dead beat buster friend didn't even have 100 bucks to his name. "Ahhh come on don't play me man, we go back yo!" Tyrell just pushed past the guy, heading into his house, not listening to the begged cries that followed him. "No dice playah, these tickets cost me some green, and I'm lookin' to recollect. 'Sides, maybe I can use the extra cash to get my johnson wet!" He laughed again as he disappeared into the house.

Tyrell wasn't sure why he hung out with losers like that, maybe cause they were his best customers. He lived the good life, a life he made selling any type of drug he could get his hands on. Slangin' had paid for his beamer, his rent on this crib and the flossin' wardrobe he was flipping through now. He settled on a t-shirt that was a little snug on his muscled six two torso, a pair of new Ecko jeans and a wide brimmed baseball cap settled over his short brown hair. His green eyes admired himself in his mirror as he nodded in approval at what he saw. "Man you best not be in my fridge when I get out there!" He hollared back at his house guest, fishing a dime bag of weed out of one of his sock drawers. "Take your ass on out here scrub." He said simply as he handed the bag over to the guy, taking his twenty in return. "And yo, I'll see ya at church on Sundays." He said as he hustled the guy out, following and locking up his place.

Twenty minutes later he was cruising down main, pulling into one of the myriad of city lots and maneuvering his way to the venue. What he saw when he got there made him pause. The crowd was huge, much bigger than any show he'd ever seen the guy put on... and the crowd was very... well white. "What the fuck...." Tyrell said to himself as he looked over the line of people around the block. "Damn I knew he'd gotten big... but fuck..." He said as he walked past a group of frat boys talking about how awesome the show was going to be. "Damn Thuggity... you used to be gangsta!" He muttered under his breath before taking a deep breath, glancing around for any possible security or worse, cops, in the area. "I got two extras! Two extra tickets here! Anyone need tickets?!" He hollared, holding the two he had for sale into the sky. "Hey, right over here man!" A voice called and Tyrell cringed as he saw the guy coming towards him, a yellow crew shirt, camo shorts, teva sandals and spiked blonde hair. "Look at this douche..." Tyrell mumbled as he wandered over towards the guy. "Oh sweet deal bro! I thought for sure I wasn't going to get in tonight... all my friends are blowing up over this.." Tyrell held back from slugging the dude. "I ain't your bro BRAAA" He said in mockery. "100 bones." He snatched the money from the guy and dropped the ticket in his hand, turning away before he had to hear another second of the frat boy's chatter. "Still got 1 more ticket!"

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle laughed as she pushed away from her boyfriend, rolling her eyes as he grabbed at her slender waist and tried to get another kiss, "Get the hell outa here, I told you, I'm staying." She pushed him so that he had to shift his weight on the bike to keep his seat and she flipped her dark hair over her shoulder, turning her back to him. She heard him rev the engine before he took off, throwing a couple of choice words her way as she just laughed. She ran her hand back through her hair, rearranging some of the outrageous fuchsia highlights as she scanned the crowd.

It was packed, there were people every where. Most of them had been smart enough to get tickets before hand, but that had been a way to piss off her parents and her boyfriend all in one swoop, with the bonus of getting the scoop on this Hip Hop guys act live. She turned when she heard someone yelling about tickets, and she grinned a lopsided grin. There was some guy who looked a damned lot like some bohemian surfer hippy walking away from the scalper, and he looked quite pleased. She licked her lips as she passed the guy, running her finger down his chest and swaying her hips as she turned her attention on the guy who was taking up the cry of one last ticket to sell.

"Hey, I'll take that ticket." She leveled a pair of sapphire eyes on the guy, licking her full, luscious lips again and slipping her hand into her just that much too tight back pocket to pull out cash. She waved a half dozen twenties at him, stepping close enough that her D cups, tightly contained in an almost too small corset-like tank top, almost brushed his firm chest. She could almost feel his heat, and she had a feeling that beneath that shirt there was rock hard muscle. She reached up and slipped the ticket from his hand, her long, pale fingers running over his large black ones before she pulled she same move on him that she had pulled on her boyfriend.

"You can keep the change."

She turned her back on him and gave him a good look of her perfectly round ass swaying as she walked away, merging with the crowd to enter the venue.

 

[gagonthis]

"Fucking white people...." Tyrell muttered again as he watched the dumbass kid high fiving his friends, his cat calls for the last ticket momentarily drowned out by the loud roar of a motor bike speeding down the street past the venue. "ONE LAST TICKET!!!" He hollered out again, seeing a couple of people looking his way with interest. This one would be gone soon and then he could get himself into the venue. The doors had already opened and people were streaming in.

He saw two other people approaching him, searching their wallets to see if they had the cash. "Damn white people have a lot of disposable wealth..." he thought to himself as he turned, just in time to see a tasty piece of ass sauntering towards him, large breasts on display, rounded hips moving towards him with the ease of a girl used to getting what she wanted. Her hair was a little crazy, but the rest of her just screamed sex. "Damn look at you shorty..." He said as she approached, putting on his best smile. One good thing about him blowing up, white bitches were fine as hell.

She took the ticket out his hand and plopped a good hundred and twenty bucks in his hand. Before turning and moving away from him, sex exuding off her backside as he watched her go. "Fuck... get my johnson wet with some of that..." he thought to himself as he joined the throngs of people pushing and shoving their way inside, using his height, build and white peoples general fear of black people to his advantage as he manuevered his way towards the front. The opening act was on, some local group hoping to blow up big like Thuggity did, but they sounded kind of whack so Tyrell made his way back towards the bar, flashing his ID as security waved him through. "Yo! You got Petrone!?" He yelled at the barback, only to get a shake of the head in response. "Aight, just a beer then!" He said, slipping one of his twenties down and getting change. He moved away from the crowded area, stretching out against the wall as he sipped at his brew, looking around the crowd with barely contained derision as he watched all the white 'thugs' trying to get down. "Fuck... this is about as ungangsta as a show can get..." he said as he watched three kids who couldn't be out of highschool start trying to krump.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle rolled her eyes at the large majority of the crowd as she let her self be swept along with the throng. There seemed to be a lot of younger teenagers out here, and a lot of college students. Still, the press of bodies was nice, here and there she would push against a sweaty arm or chest. She wondered if she might pick one of these hot bodies to tease and tug along until the end of the show, when she would just dump it and go home to her boyfriend. She laughed at the thought of his jealousy.

The group on stage was seriously lame, and she found herself pushing away from the people that had crowded forward just to feel like they were in the best spot in the place. With a sway of her hips she made her way through the people to a slightly less crowded part of the crowd where she could move a little, swaying to the music, raising her hands above her head and turning in circles. Here and there she could here a black man or woman throwing slurs her way, but for the most part she heard cat calls and whistles, and one guy was even brave enough to walk right up to her and grab her ass, pulling her hard against him. She had cooed and giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she moved against him suggestively, pressing her breasts against his chest until the squashed so much the threatened to bust out of her top. She stretched up as she grabbed the back of his head, and she pressed her mouth to his, engaging him in a deep, passionate, hard kiss. She ground against his body to calls from the crowd surrounding them as he grabbed her ass with both hands and all but lifter her off the ground.

And then, as suddenly as she had started the kiss she broke it away and turned from him, winking over her shoulder and sauntering over the the bar to lean against it. She pressed her ass out toward the crowd as she pushed between two bodies at the bar, hollering for a beer and handing over cash as she popped the bottle open against the counter. She turned to lean her back against the bar and slammed half the beer back, pressing the long neck bottle to her lips like it were her long lost lover.

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell was working himself up into a bit of bad mood now, watching all these dumb crackers crowd the front stage, pushing and shoving for their taste of gangsta hip hop, surrounded by enough other white people to feel safe enjoying the 'dangerous' ghetto music. "It's a damn shame..." Tyrell said to another brother who was hanging back and the man nodded his agreement. "Used to be you could come to the show and it'd be true heads, real bangers, wilding out..." the man said, taking a sip of whatever he was drinking in that plastic cup. "They snaggin' our shit." Tyrell said as he finished his beer, waving his empty bottle for a moment to indicate he was gonna get a new one.

As he pushed through the crowd in front of the bar he watched with some interest as the tasty little piece he'd seen earlier danced her way over, pausing to play it loose with another dumb white kid. That bitch is loco... he thought as she pushed through the crowd, grabbing a beer and shoving her way past everyone once again, leaving a wake of pissed off looking teeny boppers in her midst. Tyrell did the same thing, but no one made eye contact with him. At least these white people were docile, scared of the big bad black man. He thought about screaming boo and seeing how many people he could get to jump.

Instead he settled for pushing through the crowd and getting close to the girl he'd seen earlier, she was already breathing heavily, tits heaving up and down in that tight outfit, giving a brother ideas that could get him into a bit of trouble. "Hey, yo girl, why don'tcha bring your sweet self over here, let a brother hollar at you for a minute!" He said with a lusty smile as he took another pull off his bottle, looking the girl up and down.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle had just swam back into the crowd when she heard a familiar voice hollering over the crowd. She turned with a lopsided grin, ignoring a cowardly hand or two that brushed against her, hoping she wouldn't notice who it belonged to. She licked her lips, and this time she made it a point to look the big chocolate hunk up and down. Now, if she wanted to piss some people off, that wash ow to do it. That chest was broad, and ripped, and his arms were thick, the kinda arms a girl doesn't have too much to complain about as they wrapped around her. She chuckled a little to herself and then pushed through the crowd, almost knocking down one kid who was trying to do some move he had probably seen on MTV or some shit like that.

She laughed as she watched the kid lose his footing and topple as he caught a glance of her, and she rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the scalper. As she came close to him she had to crane her neck a bit to look up at him. He was a good 10 inches taller than her, even in her heeled boots. She pushed close to him, this time letting her body brush his as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, holding the beer in one hand, and letting the other brush over his chest ever so lightly, her fingertips trailing over his t-shirt.

"What's a fine black man like you want with a good little white girl like me?"

She smirked as she took another long pull on the beer, her eyes never leaving his. She knew the way she threw her head back to drink gave him a clear view of her full, rounded breasts as they were pushed up out of her top. She had creamy white skin, smooth to the eye and the touch, and ample cleavage. As she brought the beer back down she raised her free hand to her throat as if to push away a stray hair that tickled, and she ran her fingers over the pale flesh she so openly displayed for her, getting a thrill outt of taunting him, and out of all the hackles she knew had to be raising around her. Not many white men liked to see a black man getting too much attention from one of "their" women.

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell raised an eyebrow as she looked over at him, smiling as she swayed through the crowd towards him. "Damn white girl... doesn't know what she's getting herself into..." he said to himself as he watched the white boy tumble to the ground. He looked down at her as she came closer, he practically towered over her, and he could almost see directly down her top. She was just begging for something... but she obviously thought she was pretty safe here.

He smiled a predatory smile as her fingers trailed over his shirt. "Whatcha think I be wanting with a girl like you? Damn like at you all dolled up... tossing it around, how about you throw a little bit of that my way sweetness?" Tyrell said, one hand itching to reach around and give her ass a squeeze, he held off for a moment though, watching how she'd play it out. He licked his lips as she tilted her head backwards, taking a slow sip off the beer bottle, milking all the sex she could out of it, and he was amazed to realize there was a lot of it to be milked.

"Damn you are fine as can be girl..." Tyrell said, his hand actually coming around to grasp at the girl's ass this time. "Why don't you let a brother get up on that?" He said as he finished off another beer, setting it down. "Come on baby..." he said as he began to dance up against her, the rhythmic thump of the bass moving his body against hers, showing all of these dumb white people exactly how it was you moved on the dance floor.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle almost laughed as she finished her beer and tossed it, but she found she was laughing more at the idea of letting the man get on top of her. He obviously wanted what she had, but wasn't really offering. She just liked to play at it, then leave them wanting more. As his hand grabbed her ass her eyebrows shot up, and she felt herself pulled agaisnt his hard body. As she felt the other hand grasp her ass she gasped, and pushed against his chest, making to push away from his rhythmic movements.

"Hey now, I don't play it like that. I'm not loose." She looked him over and somehow even managed to seem to be looking down on him, "Not loose enough to fuck one of you, anyway."

She started to turn and walk away then, letting her hair fall over her shoulders of its own accord as she pushed past some black girl who had wandered to close to her path. Making mommy and daddy mad was one thing, making her boyfriend jealous was another, but fucking a black man . . . now that was something completely separate- a line not even she would cross.

Her hand did trail on his chest, though, as she turned away, partly to make sure he was staying where she was, partly out of habit.

"Thanks for the ticket, but that's all I'm interested in from you."

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell was surprised to feel her hands against his chest, pushing away from him. "Damn bitch... mood swing much?" He spat out as she pushed herself away from him, shooting him a glare that suggested that somehow HE was the bad guy here. "You ain't loose? Bitch please, you be throwing that ass around at every man looks at you sideways and you gonna tell me you ain't loose?" He gave her a dangerous look at her next comment.

"One of us... whoa slow your flow there you chicken head..." He could feel his anger rising, and a few people around them backed off, seeing the rage growing on his face. "You come to this fucking show... Anthony Thuggity.... and you gonna take about Niggahs like that? Bitch you best get the fuck out of here while I still let you." He said threateningly as she pushed past a woman, getting the what the fuck face from her as she stormed away from Tyrell. "Fucking white people are crazy as hell..." Tyrell said to the guy he was talking to before she had shown up.

Half an hour and a few beers later Tyrell was getting his drunk on good and well, the opening act had shoved off and Tyrell was watching the roadies set up the equipment for Thuggity. Finally he came on, and the white people went crazy, and Tyrell could tell that the performer was surprised to see such a vanilla crowd. "That's right Thuggity! You ain't so gangsta anymore!!" Tyrell yelled over the cheers, laughing as he grabbed another beer, moving into the crowd as he launched into his first song, the bass pounding out of the speakers, motivating the crowd to get their hands up. Say what you will about the number of white folks here, this muthafucka could tell throw it down!

The crowd surged forward and Tyrell found himself moving forward, pressed between a few over enthusiastic college boys when he noticed the white bitch who had dissed him a couple rows up. Tyrell pushed himself forward, ending up right behind her, the crush of the crowd too much for her to be able to tell who it was that was pressing up on her booty.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle hadn't even noticed him yelling at her, she wasn't afraid of him trying anything here, with all these people around. She had started to go back for another beer, but instead she had jsut taken one off of some half-drunk frat boy who was more than happy to give it up for a look at her cleavage. She had smiled at him sweetly and moved on, pushing deeper into the crowd until the crowd started pushing her, then she just let herself go with it.

As the opening act carried itself off stage she felt the crowd getting more excited, the tension building, and yet she was bored. She finished off another couple of beers she had conned more college boys and one kid that could not have been old enough to be out past curfew let alone drinking, and let herself be pushed around.

As Thuggity came on stage she felt the electricity ripple through the crowd, and she laughed, raising her hands int eh air with everyone else. She felt the bodies press in closer, and she could smell the sweat and alcohol. She didn't seem to mind when she felt a firm body press agaisnt her from behind, she didn't care to look back and see who it was either. Soon enough the crowd would shift and the lucky bastard would be pushed away and somebody else would take his place.

She decided to live it up, then, have a little fun, let the music move her. SHe pushed back agaisnt the hard body and closed her eyes, yelling with the crowd as she moved her ass alluringly, pushing it back and moving it in a slow circle. She let her back rest against the hard chest as she danced, taking another drag off her beer and then throwing the bottle at the ground.

"Fuck yeah, now this is a show."

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell smirked as he moved up behind the girl. She was lost in the music like most of the people, like Tyrell had been a moment ago, but now he only had eyes for her. No white bitch told him to fuck off. It was clearly too loud and too packed for her to be fully aware of what was going on, and besides, he had a good idea she'd like the attention.

He felt her push back against him, her tight little ass grinding into his crotch. He pressed himself back against her, bouncing to the music, feeling his member grow underneath his jeans as he rubbed against the little racist cunt. His hand found her waist as he pulled her back onto him, she hucked her beer bottle to the ground, cheering as she threw her arms in the hair, Tyrell looking right down her top at those luscious tits bouncing up and down with every movement. He was going to get a little something tonight, even if it was just a rub off on this bitch's ass.

The music picked up in tempo, the DJ going into a long speed scratch routine and Tyrell brought one of his hands down onto the girls ass, gripping it and squeezing, causing her to arch her back and press back into him. Fuck this girl liked to flaunt her shit. Probably thinking this was just another playful white boy she could fuck with. Tyrell didn't play that shit.

Thuggity grabbed the mic again, spitting out hot fire and Tyrell's hand came off her ass, wrapping around her body, pinning her against his as his hand came up and grabbed her breast, she stiffened at that, finally looking down and noticing the hand most certainly wasn't white. "You got nice moves bitch..." Tyrell whispered, leaning in close to her ear as his hand savored the feeling of those white tits.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle enjoyed the feeling of the body behind her, pushing back with a little moan of pleasure and a cry of glee at teh show. She could feel the cock of whoever was behind her growing, and she was surprised to find it swelling to a size she hadn't come across before. She grinned and pushed back harder, and when she felt a hand grab her ass she gasped, arching and pushing back more, grinding harder agaisnt teh growing cock.

It wasn't until she felt the hand leave her ass, the arm wrapping around her body, coming across her torso to grab at her breast, that she looked down. There, wrapping around her large breast, was a massive black hand, fingers digging in to pale flesh. She gasped again and tensed up as she felt hot breath on her ear. She shuddered at the words, at the tone of the scalper she had gotten her tickets from, of the man she had teased then told to fuck off.

"Get your god damned hands off of me, 'niggah.'" The last word was obviously spoken with a mocking tone, playing off what he had said earlier. She tried to push away form his body and found that the crowd was so close she could hardly go anywhere, let alone get enough room to twist away from the larger frame and longer arms of the man holding her against himself.

"What do you think you're gonna do here anyway, with all these people around to see you? Do you really think all these white boys are gonna be okay with you putting your dirty hands all over one of their white girls? I don't think so."
She twisted in his grip, turning her upper body so that she could look up at him as he towered over her, and she had to tell herself that she was right. It didn't matter how big he was, he wasn't going to try to rape her right here.

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell laughed at her words this time, he could feel a shudder of very real fear run through the girl's body. She tried to pry his hand off her, but Tyrell just held on tighter, his fingers digging into the breast of the girl. He continued rubbing his large erection against her ass as she struggled to get away from him. A few of the people around him gave him concerned looks, but seemed a bit nervous to get involved. "I'm not going to do shit to you bitch......... yet." He said the threat into her ear as she continued pushing against him.

She turned to face him and Tyrell was greeted with another vision of those lovely breasts, just begging for attention. "Your right, I'm not going to do shit to you here, but you're gonna pay for your fucking attitude. Now turn your ass back around and watch the show." Tyrell shoved her forward, where she collided with another white bitch, nearly sending both of them to the floor.

Acting like nothing happened Tyrell turned focused his eyes back on the stage as Thuggity launched into his single, the crowd surging forward as he began angrily rhyming Tyrell snorted with amusement as the bitch pulled herself back to her feet, trying to pretend like nothing happened. Apparently she wasn't the only one who had noticed the problem though. "Yo man! What's up with that shit bro!?" Tyrell looked to his left and saw an angry white boy staring back at him. "Shoving chicks around? Think that makes you tough punk!?" He said stepping forward to try to stare Tyrell down. "Step back off my kicks son..." Tyrell said, leaning forward in a threatening posture. Then in one quick movement his hand snaked out, fist colliding with the man's face, dropping him to the floor, as his buddies pulled him out of harm's way. Tyrell glanced around, glad to see none of the security guys had noticed the problem. "THAT'S WHAT I THINK OF THESE 'WHITE BOYS' WHO ARE GONNA PROTECT YA HOE!!" He yelled back at the girl as she stared at explosive violence that had just occurred. "I got my eye on you for later." He promised with a sadistic grin.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle swallowed hard and tried to maintain her glare as he threatened her, but when he told her to turn around and pushed her she heard herself cry out, stumbling forward. She grabbed at the girl she had run into and found herself toppling with her. She brushed at her pants as she stood back up, leaving the other girl to fend for herself as she tried to put some space between her and the big black guy.

She had turned to look at him again now that there was a little room and she was directly in his reach,a nd she saw him nearly knock out a white boy who had started to come to her rescue. She gave a little choked cry of surprise and turned around quickly, as if she thought that if she ignored him, forgot his presence, he would go away. She felt her hands shake and she stuffed them in ehr pockets as she swallowed hard again, looking around for a way to escape his view and get away in the crowd.

"Fucking nigger . . ." She whispered under her breath as she tried to scoot sideways through the crowd, which had really started moving with Thuggity's outrageously popular single. She was pushed around here and there, and every time she looked back at where the scalper stood she found that she was still easily in his view. She cursed under her breath and ran a nervous hand through ehr hair, no longer enjoying the show or the bodies pressing against her, keeping her from moving safely away from the predator that had latched on to her.

Even when she wasn't looking at him, she could see his sadistic grin in her mind, and she tried harder to get away, With the end of the single would come the end of the concert, and she wanted to get away form him before that happened. She looked up as the song ended, surprise dawning on her face as she realized she was quickly running out of time to escape.

"Fuck."

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell laughed as he saw the white girl's face go even whiter. Maybe she had finally realized that he wasn't fucking around. He didn't do well with disrespect. Especially disrespect from a spoiled little white hoe. Coming down to a real gangsta's show, disrespecting the scene, throwing her ass around and then having the gall to mock him? Tyrell could tell this was a bitch used to getting whatever she wanted.

Well she was going to get something tonight, whether she wanted it or not. And now that the fear was there he was really in control. He watched her try to move through the crowd, to put some distance between them, but everyone was transfixed on the pounding rhymes and heavy bass blasting out of the speakers to get out of her way. She began to get flustered as Tyrell easily pushed his way through people, staying close, but not moving towards her. He was going to work some real scare out of this bitch before he decided what he'd do next. Part of him reminded himself that it wouldn't be good to take things too far, if the cops got involved he'd be in a shit load of trouble, but that part was being largely ignored by his throbbing member, blue balls saying that the hoe deserved a lesson.

The bass dropped out as Thuggity launched into a intricate freestyle, talking about all the people he'd killed, hoes he'd fucked, money he'd made and then he dropped the mic, hands up in the air like he was jesus or something. The white people seemed to think he was, a huge cheer rose from the audience, people screaming for more, all eyes turned on the stage, begging for another song. All eyes except two pairs. Tyrell moved then, shoving forward, the terror in the girl's eyes as she realized she had no where left to run.

Thuggity grabbed the mic and gestured to his DJ who quickly threw another beat on that he began rapping over, bringing a nearly ecstatic cry from the crowd. Tyrell snaked a hand around the girl, pinning her against his body once more. "Bitch... I got a knife in my belt and a mean hard on... try and fuck with me anymore and you're gonna get stuck in more than one way..." He whispered threateningly as his hard cock found her ass once more. "Just go with the flow and maybe you'll see mommy and daddy cracker again!" He snarled. hand grasping roughly at her breast, feeling the delicious weight of it once more.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle could feel Tyrell always behind her, always staying close without closing in. She wasn't sure whether she was pissed off or scared. She wanted to lash out at him, but she had seen him lay out that white boy, and that kid had been a lot bigger than her. As she finally came to a stop, the crowd too thick to move through, her head whipped around. He wasn't stopping this time, wasn't maintaining the same distance. Instead she felt him move right up behind her, wrapping an arm around her body and pulling her hard against his chest, possessive.

She heard herself cry out but the sound was swallowed up by the raging audience. She felt herself shudder as she heard him lean in and growl in her ear,and she fell very still in his grasp, not nearly as sure as she had been before that he was all bark and no bite. She could feel his rock hard cock against her ass as he ground it against her, getting a good rub off as he moved with the beat, and she tried to push herself to do the same. Usually it was second nature for her to just follow the beat,she had a good feel for music, a good rhythm in her body.

She let the scalper move her body with his for a bit, trying hard to appear to relax as he groped at her breast, squeezing it. If she had to admit it, she would admit that his large hand felt good, that some part of her really enjoyed the attention. Her breast didn't mind that he was rough, and there was a damp place between her legs that didn't care that he was threatening her, or that she didn't want to fuck him . . . or let him touch her.

"You just wait, the first fucking time security walks by your ass is going down." It wasn't a weak threat, and she wasn't surprised at the malice in her tone. Even when she was afraid she was used to controlling the situation, and she knew it was only a matter of time until someone important saw then and she could call for help.

 

[gagonthis]

Her threats brought a slight smile to Tyrell's face. Still being feisty despite the clear predicament she had found herself. She had fight, he'd give her that much, but the fear was starting to get to her, he could feel a slight shake as he forced his attentions upon her body, it wouldn't be too long before she was begging for him to leave her alone... and not much longer till she was begging for him not to stop. He laughed slightly at that, a quiet sound as he felt her nipple through the thin top, getting hard despite her wishes under his large fingers.

"Maybe you right about that hoe... maybe security will be getting a bit too curious about some shits... but I don't think it'll be anytime soon... all eyes are up front bitch." He said in response as he pulled at her hair slightly, his massive cock rubbing just perfectly against her tight ass, a twitch coming from his pants as he worked himself against her. "I think we have a little more time to get acquainted... just be glad I haven't decided to stick your little white ass yet." He whispered to her, the bass nearly drowning out his words.

"No one here is going to help you... I'm pretty sure you could scream bloody murder and no one would realize anything bad was happening..." His pant slipped down her body, forcing its way down the front of her pants. "Maybe the people surrounding us would, but not before I had time to make you pay for making such a scene..." His hand slipped further down, feeling the heat coming off her pussy, feeling the shivers of fear on her body. "Cause right now all it looks like is yo another white hoe with jungle fever..."

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle gasped as she felt him pull at her hair, jerking her head back just a little as she started to squirm in his grasp. She heard a whimper escape herself, which pissed her off, but his low, grumbling voice in her ear kept her from doing or saying too much. It wasn't until she felt his hand slipping down into ehr pants that she cried out, her squirms turning into a short lived struggle.

He felt so big around her that she didn't think she could really overpower him, and it was so tightly packed around them that she knew she couldn't run away . . . and he was right, no one would hear, or care, if she screamed. She heard herself take a trembling breath, as if to scream, but she let it out in a quaking sigh that turned into another whimper as she grabbed at his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her pants.

"Stop, stop touching me." She felt herself turning red with anger, and even embarrassment as people glanced at them, some, she thought, urging them on, others giving looks of disdain and disgust- but none brave enough to step up and stop him. "Get your hand out of my pants, please!" She gasped as it slipped down further and she arched her back in sudden pleasure, biting her lip on a cry that would have let him know how good it felt.

"Stop, damnit!" She jerked in his arms, as if trying to jolt free of him, and she could feel his cock jerk against her ass, enjoying the way her struggles pushed her back harder against him, moving him against his raging hard on. "Get off of me!" She was pushing at his arms, arms she couldn't even wrap her hands around, they were so thick, which left her very little hope.

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell could barely hear any of he noises she was making over the ever increasing volume of the show taking place ahead of them. A few people were looking at them, and Tyrell knew he couldn't carry on the charade forever. Right now they thought that the two o them were just people getting a little too nasty to the groove, but soon enough it could become obvious that Tyrell was forcing his attentions unwantedly on the girl.

Still even knowing that he dug his hand further down her pants, his large hand groping at her tit, letting her head fall forward as his hand found those heavy breasts again. His hand forced its way down to her slick hole, one finger forcefully sliding into her opening, a wolf like grin coming to his face as he felt the moisture and heat of her cunt on his hand. The feel of her shivering and shaking was making him even harder, knowing she was terrified that she had messed with the wrong guy spurred him on even further. He felt his cock twitch slightly as he ground it on her ass, wanting nothing more than to pull it out and go to town on her with the throbbing erection she had given him. And why the fuck not? This uppity white bitch could use a good fucking.

He wasn't sure how to get her away though, he'd been lucky so far, but if one of the security people noticed or if someone said something to one of them he'd be in a lot of shit. As if on cue Tyrell noticed one of the security guards trying to push his way through the crowd, eyes focused right on the little show Tyrell was putting on. "Fuuuuck..." He muttered under his breath. His only option now was going to be to let the girl go and run. Suddenly a loud CRAAASH sounded over the noise of the speakers and both Tyrell and the security man turned their heads to see that one of the barricades had been toppled, fans going crazy to get on stage with Thuggity were flooding onto the stage. Security was going crazy, rushing over trying to push people back and get the barricade back up. The man who was pushing his way towards Tyrell looked back for a moment then let out what Tyrell could only imagine was a loud curse before beginning to push his way back to the front to deal with the people. Everyone was streaming forward and Tyrell used the distraction to grab the girl by the hair roughly, yanking her out of the crowd and towards the darkened back of the venue. "No one's gonna be saving your bitch ass now hoe..." He said menacingly, licking his lips as he began to imagine all the awful things he was going to do to her.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle gasped and cried out as she felt his finger slip inside of her, making her arch hard against him as she closed her eyes in pleasure. His finger was thick, and it certainly felt good inside of her. Her hands stilled against his arm for a moment as she was frozen in the half second of pleasure, before she started to push again, whimpering. She despaired at the strength in his arms, not even with two hands could she push him free of her pants,a nd instead she found herself trembling as she was pushed harder and harder against him.

She felt it when his muscles tensed up, when he realized he had been seen. She felt the way he closed in a bit, the muscles in his legs bunching to run, the muscles in his arms crowing harder as he naturally flexed, ready to jerk away from her and take off. Her eyes raised to meet those of the security officer that had seen them, and for a moment relief flooded her. He would run, he would leave her there, molested but unharmed and no worse for wear.

Then she heard the crack, and as their heads whipped around she panicked. She was small,. and being so could not see the fallen barrier, but she could see the people rushing forward, surging onto the stage, and she could feel them bustling her and the man holding her.

"No. NO!" She cried out in desperation as she saw the security guard turn and run for the barrier, cursing, and she whimpered ass she felt a hand tangle in ehr hair and jerk. "No! Help me!"

She cried out as she was pulled behind the big black man,s tumbling over her feet and trying not to fall as he dragged her away. She had been so close to being saved. Tears filled her eyes as she gasped and grabbed at his wrist, this time trying to pull him from her hair as well as lessen the tension between her scalp and his hand- but yet again it was futile.

"No way! Don't do this! Come on, let me go! It was just a joke, let me go!"

She felt her heart race as she tried to look up at the guy, and she was aware that they had moved away from the crowd, that they were getting further and further away from everybody, even though the sounds of the music and the noise of Thuggity's fans never dropped in volume. If anything, parts of it were getting louder. Where the hell was he dragging her, anyway?

"Please god, let me go, asshole!"

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell let out a harsh laugh as the girl called out for help, but there wasn't any chance that it would be heard. All the security types were trying to converge on the collapsed barricade, while the crowd was attempting to storm the stage. "Fucking white people..." Tyrell said with amusement. "You all just can't wait to get your hands on a niggah can ya!?" He said, gritting his teeth as one hand clamped around her wrist. Tyrell was a fairly large man, and despite any resistance she was giving him he was easily able to drag her towards the darkened recesses of the club.

He was dragging her with both hands, hearing the panic and sobs escaping her throat. "Just a joke huh? Maybe it was just a goddamn joke till your peckerwood ass turned it into a race issue... too good to fuck a niggah eh? Let's see how many of your cracker brothers want you after I tear that fucking cunt wide open." He practically snarled, his rage at everything she had said to him earlier translating itself into the brutality he was planning on inflicting against her now. "And I'll be letting you go, but not before I get a taste of that tasty ass."

The chaos up front was getting worse, Thuggity, backing up towards the rear of the stage as his entourage pushed forward, trying to keep the frat boys away from him as he extradited himself from the throng. Tyrell wasn't paying much attention though as he found a service access door, pulling it open and dragging the girl through it. A small set of three stairs led down into what appeared to be a small storage closet and electrical room. With a rough yank on her hair he tossed the girl to the ground he allowed the door to swing shut behind him. Before she could recover fully he had grabbed a long handled broom, snapping it over his knee and jamming the broken end through the handle, crudely locking the door from his end. "Looks like no one's gonna be disturbing us now whore..." He said with a predator's smile as he moved towards her.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle screamed as she felt herself flung forward into the small room at the bottom of the stairs, and as she hit the floor she sobbed, her hands slapping the concrete. For a moment her head was down, her hear over her face, but as she heard him break the broom handle she looked up in fear, watching him jam the door shut. She started to back away from him on the floor, wiping at the tears that rolled down her face. She shook her head a bit as she hit a wall, leaning against it as she stood up, almost sliding up it as she looked up at him, biting her lip, then trying to dart past him. The room was so small that even if she kept to the walls she was within inches of his body.

She was so close to him that she could feel him move, she could smell his body, the musky smell of a man beneath the cologne or after shave he wore. She shook her head again, absently, gasping when her body touched his and she threw herself back against the wall again, trying to keep her distance, even if it was impossible.

"Stop, please. I didn't mean it . . . I didn't mean to sound racist." She was trying to think fast,a nd treading water. She trembled against the wall, fighting the urge to lunge at him, to throw herself right into his grasp. She felt her fists ball with the desire to punch him, but she was at least marginally afraid that his jaw would break her hands, and it was such an awkward angle . . and in such a tight room.

She heard herself heave another sob at the thought before she tried darting for the door one more time, crying out as she reached for the broken mob handle, hoping she could jar it away form the door and let herself out, that she could run and maneuver better than him in the tight corridor, that she could use her size to her advantage.

"Please, I take it all back!"

 

[gagonthis]

Tyrell moved like a panther, with quickness that belied his size. Prison had honed with reflexes, and this was just a scared white bitch used to getting her way. She tried to dart past him, but he positioned himself to be in her way, not moving towards her anymore, just watching her panic, his manhood throbbing against the now too tight confines of his pants as he watched her cry and try to escape.

"No way out of here..." He said with a sadistic grin as he took a step forward, watching her nearly knock over a rack of cleaning supplies trying to avoid him. The sounds coming from outside were still loud enough to drown out any racket they made in here, which would be good, since he planned to have this bitch screaming. She tried to rush past him again and this time one hand shot out and shoved her backwards roughly, causing her to slam against the wall with a thud. His arm came forward, one large rough hand wrapping around her throat as he moved close to her.

"Didn't mean to sound racist? Droppin' the N bomb..." His hand tightened around her throat as his other hand grabbed her shirt right between her cleavage, yanking with all his strength, a loud rip coming from the seams as the top came off her body, dropping her tits out in the open. "Don't worry bitch, once I'm done you'll be begging for niggah cock." He grinned as he stepped forward, capturing one of her tits in his free hand, painfully squeezing it as his hand continued to tighten, watching her fight for air.

"Ain't no one going to be coming through here to save you... that little white ass belongs to me... and I'm looking to take what you thought you could tease me with..." He said into her ear as he dropped her breast, his hand going to his jeans, forcing them open and clearly his cock, the massive erection popping free, pointing directly ahead at his victim.

 

[DracnKitten]

Danielle screamed and sobbed, her cry cut off as she hit the wall, for a moment her lungs empty of air as her vision was spotted by little black dots. Just as she thought she would regain her breath she felt a hand wrap around her throat, and she flinched as she both saw and felt his entire body close in on hers with an alarming speed. She could not scream now, though, as both of her hands shot up to his wrist, trying to pry him free. Tears ran down her face as she shook her head, forced to listen and not speak as he pushed his towering frame agaisnt her, lowering his head and hunching his shoulders.

As he grabbed her shirt and jerked her eyes widened, but the air only seemed to reach her breast for a moment before his hand was covering it, his fingers digging in to her supple flesh painfully. She sobbed, her hands tightening around his wrist as he grabbed tighter, bruising her tit.

"Please . . please I'm sorry . . ." She fought to force the words out, and in the end they came out little more than a hoarse whisper. It was worse, though, when she felt his hand move, as she tried to pull her head away from him, tilt it away from his dangerous, growling words. When his fingers pressed agaisnt her jeans, forcing her legs open, she tried again to scream, and yet all that escaped her was a squeaking whimper. Her sobs became silent as he tightened his grip in her throat, and for the first time in her life she prayed- she prayed that he would let go, and at the same time she prayed that if he didn't let go, if he was really going to do this- that he would continue to cut off her oxygen flow until she passed out, so she could sleep through all of his torment.

As his cock popped free of his pants she shook her head again, squirming against the wall, trying to push her lower body back further, trying to disappear into the wall, or to break free, but he was so much larger, so much stronger that her small body could do nothing against him. She was trapped and helpless, left to his merciless attack.

 

[gagonthis]

"I bet you are sorry... praying you hadn't messed with the wrong fuckin' brutha right about now..." he snarled down at her as his cock slowly began to rise, the thickness of it becoming even more impressive with each passing moment. Torturing this bitch was doing shit to him he didn't even know he could feel, but he was loving every minute of it.

"That's the problem with you dumb white hoes. You think you can just toss yo shit around like you do around all those peckerwood frat boys and get away with it just cause you're good looking. That ain't the way we play it round here though..." He realized she was struggling to breath and the sadistic part of his mind told him to just keep choking her out, let her collapse and he could do whatever he wanted to her body, abuse it, use her up, leave her lying in a pool of sweat and cum... but he could do that anyway and her fear was worth more than that. His grip relaxed just slightly, still steely against her throat but no longer preventing air from getting to her lungs. "Don't go under on me yet bitch... still a lot of fun ahead."

With those words his free hand attacked her hands, easily slapping away her scared attempts at defense as he snapped the button of her jeans loose. It was a struggle to get them down past her hip, tight and what not that they were, but Tyrell forced his body against hers to hold her more still, eventually working her pants down, exposing her pantied crotch and notcing her gasp of surprise when they both realized she was soaking wet. "Well well... looks like maybe you want this black dick after all... got you all bothered huh?" He said simply, getting a leg between hers to keep her from clamping shut. "I'm gonna enjoy this shit..." His hand reached to the top of her panties, ripping them off with the same roughness he'd used on her top, effectively destroying two articles of her clothing. Saying nothing now, his hand forced itself between the lips of her cunt, rubbing hard at her clit, spreading the moisture across her hole.