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Haven City Stories: La Vida Loca (Cyrano x Daleeria)

Daleeria

Daleeria

Somebody's Midlife Crisis
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Besides the pounding music outside, the only thing Arabela could hear was the slapping of her weed guy’s balls against her ass as she rolled another joint to enjoy while the deed was being done. He had her bent over a dresser at some house party that was most likely going to be broken up before midnight; already shit had been broken and the neighbors were starting to get annoyed by the teenagers and frat kids hanging out on their front lawns passed out drunk. This wasn’t her most ideal arrangement, but it had worked for the last two years and very rarely did she have to hand over her cash to any of the guys she dealt with. A couple had tried to stick it in the other hole and quickly got shut down- after all she was a good Christian girl. At least she wanted to appear that way when she got married someday. She had high hopes for a big house in the hills with a white picket fence… she was too gorgeous not to be able to achieve that.

It had been a frustrating couple of weeks though, especially without any real release. For the last few months, she had been getting her kicks off an old victim of hers turned into a pseudo-friend to try and keep her from becoming the most popular girl in their Catholic social circle; it wasn’t hard. Josephine Lawrence had really grown into her beauty, and Bela had fought with herself for months before shoving her pretty, little Josie-cat’s face against her pussy and offering to forgive a debt owed for some weed and booze if she just made Bela cum. And DAMN had she made the light skinned Latina cum.

But there had been a fight- Bela admitted maybe trying to shove a dildo up her ass after basically forcing her to eat another girl’s pussy in public at a party might have been part of that fight- and Josie had gotten kicked out of school and sent to public. She had basically disappeared from church, and Bela knew damn well she was probably getting one hell of a punishment. Serves her right for being too prissy to take it in the ass like the little Catholic slut she was meant to be. Thinking she was too good to take it like the bitch in heat she always acted around Arabela. Fuck her. Fuck her red hair and those bright green eyes that shined when she was smirking. It was a look Bela only ever saw when those eyes were staring at her from between her legs. Who did she think she was walking away from Arabela? Who did she think she was HITTING Arabela?!

Granted the bruises were mostly gone now, though anyone who had ever been in a fight would be able to tell that her nose was still healing from the incident. It didn’t really hurt anymore. Her pride was doing plenty of that.

Bela usually was more into the anal but tonight she had come hunting for something more. She just sure as hell wasn’t giving it to this sleezebag. He had been her most regular contact but the best she might get out of it was an ounce and that wasn’t worth it. She wanted to really fuck someone she didn’t know, get it on with a stranger that she could take her sexual frustrations out on.

What she didn’t want, was some idiot telling her what to do. “You know, it’d be really hot if you made a sound or something…” He wasn’t bad looking, she supposed if she looked at it objectively. But she couldn’t, because he was the first person who told her anal wasn’t a sin and that he’d keep a nice streamline to all the booze and pot she wanted as long as she paid with her body. She had given a couple of blowjobs along the way too; there were a couple of guys that weren’t as eager to stick their cocks in a random teenager’s ass. There were also a couple that sex wasn’t a form of payment; she had to have the cash on hand at those times, not that it was hard to manage that. She just liked spending her allowance on clothes and manicures instead.

“And it’d be really hot if you made me cum, but here we are after ten whole minutes and my smoke is still more interesting than you,” Bela snapped back at him, turning her head so he could see she wasn’t messing around. “I’m in really shitty mood, so get your rocks off and let me party.”

“Stupid, crazy dyke- I should fucking…” now Bela wasn’t the largest girl, but she could throw her own. Her father made sure of that. The downfall of being the only daughter of a man who wanted sons galore. Instead he was blessed with her, and that was a questionable statement at best. So, the moment the threat was even in his voice she pushed the burning joint into his hand and pushed him off her. In a moment she had him pinned against the wall, her skirt still on the floor where he had whipped it off her.

“Call me a fucking dyke again and you’ll be wishing you had been born a woman,” a switch blade appeared in her hand and came awfully close to his still hard family jewels. She was not and would never be a lesbian. Josie had just been a quick toy for her pleasure. It never would have been more than that, and honestly Arabela was glad she was gone. All her friend’s attentions were back on her. Plus, Josie probably would have cried like a little bitch baby when Arabela was done with her and tossed her away. And Arabela didn’t have the energy for that level of commitment, especially to a woman. They would have been excommunicated from the church and school and probably their families as well. Bela had a law degree on the line. “I’m going to forget you said that, assume you still want to get off and bend back over. You’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut until you’re done, got it?”

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Libertad was one of the oldest and most historic parts of Haven City. Originally it was a real barrio, on the outskirts of the town that was growing around the port and only the riff-raff Mexicans lived there while all the 'real Americans' lived at or around the fort. Haven city had grown larger than all of those old white guys had thought though and now Libertad was nestled pretty centrally into the city. Almost 100%Hispanic and Catholic stepping into Libertad was almost like stepping into a whole new city, different from most other parts of Haven City.

Houses in Libertad had architecture that was a throw back to Las Angeles and other Californian housing styles. Lots of houses converted into apartments where the top floor was one unit and the bottom floor was another. Closer to the harbor the older houses faded away and were replaced by apartment complexes that had been built in the 90's, unlike most places on the North Side of Haven City, and just about everywhere in the city except Oak Hills, most of the houses in Libertad had both front yards and backyards which were perfect for summer parties like this one.

Even before the party really got going HCPD could have gotten a hell of a night of busts out of the party goers at the house on Angel Street. Solicitation, underage drinking, possession, dealing, corruption of a minor and probably a host of other charges that Chico hadn't even thought of. The host of the party was a Vagos banger named Armando, he supplied the place and some of the booze and bud and the teenagers supplied the good time and high school girls for him to flirt and creep on.

The Vagos controlled their turf a little differently than the 91'er's or 13th Street Regulators, Oak Hills and Pineview were almost entirely run by their big gangs, but the Vagos kept Libertad divided between other sets and affiliates, so on any given block you might have Vagos, Vagos Menor, Low Rider Aztecas, and a half dozen other people claiming different colors but not beefing with each other. Cesar Reyes kept things orderly between everyone, without anyone having to get new brands every few decades as different crews ebbed and flowed with recuitment. The Vagos hadn't been the big guys on the block for much less than thirty years, but beyond taht a whole different gang ran the cholos and vatos that wanted to own the block.

Francisco 'Chico' Reyes was the closest thing to royalty that Libertad had. He was Cesar's nephew and was a third generation banger. Sure he wasn't from the richer part of town to the south-east, but he was a recognizable face on the Street and people knew that he was going places, even if those places were likely to be juvie and Denne at first. The night air was hot, almost oppressively so, and everyone ws dressed accordingly for dealing with the blistering, though pretty dry, heat. Girls were showing off their bodies as much as was legal, every third girl was in daisy dukes with their thongs hanging from their hips or crop tops with no bras underneath. Chico himself was wearing a black wife beater that showed off his muscular biceps and his black Vagos "V"on his outer right bicep. He was also wearing a pair of jeans with his belt buckle being a V that matched his arm.

Chico was laying back on a lawn chair with a blunt between his lips and a Corona in his hand when he first saw her, she wasn't hard to notice, white, obviously rich, and dressed like a Catholic school girl fantasy. She stuck out like a sore thumb in this part of the barrio. One of Chico's friends, Domingon, got uip when she showed up and moved ovr to Armando, saying a little too loudly and drunkenly "I'm gonna head up to your room, hermano." Domingon and Armando were half-brothers, but everyone knew you might as well install a revolving door on Armando's bedroom at these parties. Chico watched the two disappear into the bedroom at the top of the steps. He waited a few minutes before leaning over to one of his friends and saying, "So who was the fine piece of ass Domingo's scoring with?" His friend just chuckled, this wasn't the first time Chico had 'claimed' a girl who was brought to his attention by someone lower on the food chain.

"Oh, just some puta from Our Lady of Thirsty Thots who lets Domingo put it in her culo for some free weed." Our Lady of Thirsty Thots was the nickname for the Catholic girl's school that operated in the area, the real name was Our Lady, Undoer of Knots Catholic School, but Chico liked the street's version of it better. It was more accurate.

He waited until he had finished his beer and his blunt was mostly burnt down before getting up, stretching and starting to walk towards the steps and up to the door. He got to the door just in time to hear the commotion between the two of them and put on an arrogant smirk as he opened the door and leaned against the door frame.

"He didn't call you a fucking dyke, he called you a crazy dyke." Chico gave Domingo a slight nod and he eagerly leapt up and away from the switch blade and started to throw on his pants. As Chico was walking into the room and starting to undo his belt, Domingo was running out and putting his on.

Chico fixed his eyes on the mostly naked white girl, feasting on the view and eyeing her up like a piece of meat. " Bend back over, puta, we're going to give you a chance to prove just how much of a crazy dyke you are." He ordered as his belt came undone and he started to drop his zipper.
 
Arabela hadn't been expecting an audience, or even any attention at all. Then again, she didn't normally end up in Libertad, much less anywhere but her nice safe Catholic neighborhood. As the dealer grabbed his pants and started making it to hightail it out of there, Arabela got the small impression that maybe she shouldn't fuck around with this new dude.

"He didn't call you a fucking dyke, he called you a crazy dyke."

However, the pale skinned Latina was nothing if not a fighter... And some shit didn't get said to her face. That was the thing she missed most about the little red head she had spent the better part of the end of the school year violating. Josie never back talked her or assumed she was in charge. She knew when to keep her mouth shut. Obviously this asshole was going to be a bit different. Bela grabbed at the partially damaged joint and relit it, taking a huge inhale as her deal bounced out of the scene. She didn't bother memorizing names- they were just douches that probably had the same stupid arrangement with every woman they sold too. She was taking another hit as Dom took off and stared back at Chico, wondering who the hell he was. He wasn't bad looking, that was for sure.

"I'm not a dyke one way or another, so he's fucking lucky I didn't cut his dick off. What makes you think I'm going to give it up to you? I don't owe you shit," she mouthed off, completely unaware of him having any importance in this area. Really, if Bela was smart she would have made sure she knew who was running what areas that she happened to venture into... but she was above that. And if anyone fucked with her, thus far her favorite switch blade had been a pretty damn good deterrent. The switchblade was being idly played with in her left hand, as if it were just a tick at this point. "So you going to give me a good reason to take your dick, or are you going to give me a better reason to leave?"

She had no damn clue why she said that last part. It was asking for trouble in territory that wasn't her own. She had no friends here to get her out of this if she talked too much shit and got herself hurt. However she was fairly sure whatever the new guy was interested it, was the same thing she had come here for in the first place. A dick to abuse her and actually give her some pleasure to go off of. Maybe she wanted the danger. Maybe she was just so numb and in denial from other stuff to care where she ended up by the ending of the night. One thing she would never admit to was the fact that Josie leaving had actually hurt, more than the broken nose the younger girl had given her the day she got expelled. Arabela would never tell anyone that though. As far as anyone knew, Josephine Lawrence was dead to Arabela, and if Bela saw her again Josie was as good as dead. With that knowledge, Bela realized she had an opportunity to fuck her demons away.
 
From her hair to her skin this buttslut school girl might look like total gringa, but the knife and the feistiness had convinced Chico that she was a real Latina. That wouldn't save her though, Chico had seen something he wanted so now he was going to get it. If he needed to take it he would, it would hardly be the first time he was a little rough with a slut, but they'd all confessed to liking it when he was done. She had made another big mistake that was going to cost her at least a little bit of discomfort. He stepped towards her, his belt undone and ignoring her statements of denial.

"Here's this for a reason puta, I'm gonna bend you over and pop your little dyke cherry, you can make it easy on yourself or you can make it hard. I don't mind either way. But if you piss me off, I'm gonna shove that knife up your culo and throw you to the streets. Comprende?" Chico said his voice filled with confidence and a touch of cruelty as he moved towards her, his eyes slidng all over her body and eyeing her up like a piece of meat. She was about to be his entertainment for a good while and if she was a good lay, she might end up being 'his.' She was certainly sexy enough for it.

He didn't give her a second to respond, to say something smart or try to get that knife up. His left hand grabbed her hair, and his right hand grabbed her wrist. He twisted her knife hand behind her back, pressing the knife against the small of her back as he controlled her body with his fingers gripping her pretty blonde hair, slamming her against the dresser and twisting her head so that it was looking over at the door and her cheek was pressed against the wood and into the weed. He would need to take his hand out of her hair to get his cock out, but he would still have control of her body with the twisted wrist and the knife. He pressed his crotch to her ass though, letting her feel how big he was through his jeans.
 
Bela was daring. She liked a bit of threat and risk. That's why she dealt with who she dealt with and why she paid for her drugs the way she did. It wasn't as if she didn't know what she was getting into. Thus far she had been spared any real brutality, but that's because she dealt with punk ass dealers. And whoever this guy was obviously ran a little bit higher than that. At least that was her assumption by the way the other guy hightailed it out of there at his word.

A cocky retort to his reason was cut short by his hand in her blond hair and him pinning her knife hand to her back. A shiver ran down her back at the feeling of the cold steel... but that wasn't just fear she felt. It wasn't very often she found herself overtaking by anyone else in her life and frankly, it was a bit hot. He was fucking huge too, if the bulge against her ass was any indication. "Haha, you know, if you would have just whipped out that huge cock of yours, I probably wouldn't even have put up an argument in the first place. You know what sucks about Catholic white boys? Tiny dicks, no will power to learn to use them properly. You'd be doing God's work by making sure I don't go lesbo," finally she smirked, and if she had been able to move she would have ground back against him just for sport. Now this was a game to her, albeit a far more dangerous game than she typically played. How boring would she have been to play it safe like stupid Josie? That's how you ended up in your 20's married to some middle-aged corporate tool who was more interested in his secretary than being him with the kids.

That was a lot of motivation behind her actions tonight. Anger, grief, and a determination not to end up like her mother did. At least not while she still had fight left in her body. "So you going to fuck me or just stand there threatening a good time?"
 
Chico had to admit he was impressed, not only was this slut sexy as sin, but she had a mouth to match. Daring him to rape her and calling it Gods work while she was at it. It took a special kind of heart to face what she was facing and still mouth off. And damn if she wasn't the finest piece of ass that had seen iin a long while. He doubted this would truly be long for either of them, but damn if he wasn't going to enjoy himself. Twisting her knife arm he took his hand out of her hair and undid his jeans and pulled down his boxers enough to get his manhood out of his clothes before guiding it to her.

"Puta madre, you're one crazy bitch that's for sure. Fucking white girls." He said as he guided the tip of his cock towards her entrance. He wasn't surprised at how easily it slid inside of her virgin pussy, but he was amazed at how heavenly her body felt around him. If your average piece in Libertad was a sirloin this crazy white girl was filet mignon. Chico let out a pleased groan as he went into her, inch after inch, feeling her body tighten and stretch around his manhood. For a moment he forgot where he was or what he was really doing. Then he came back to it after about five inches.

Reaching up he wrapped a hand around her neck and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You better throw that ass back you little dyke, and show me just how much you little Catholic school sluts appreciate God's work."
 
From here on out, Bela had no idea what to really expect. This was either going to be one hell of a fuck, or it was going to be one hell of a fuck. Whether this was pleasurable or miserable seemed way more in her hands than what she had ever thought she'd get into just a few minutes ago. As rough as he was, he could have just stabbed her and fucked her as she was bleeding out.

A tongue and a dick were two vastly different entities when it came to sliding into a pussy. It was tight, he was large and as wet as she was that didn't remove the friction altogether. The initial impression wasn't exactly good. It wasn't like it hurt, but it was a foreign invasion and her body was trying to adjust when he finally started speaking again. As her virgin cunt tightened around him as she shifted to get enough leverage to lean her hips back on him, sinking farther onto his cock. "Dios mio," there was a shakiness to her cursing as she felt his tip bury against her cervix with her final push.

Despite this being her goal, Bela hadn't thought this was how it would be. She at least half expected to be shit faced and stoned out of her brains and maybe in a bed. Maybe this was hotter. She couldn't tell, she was just a sweet virgin school girl out for a good time. It took a lot of effort to contain her laughter at the thought; she didn't want him to think the laughter had anything to do with him. "Well with a cock like that, even if I were a dyke, I definitely wouldn't be one after this," Bela finally had something to say once she had adapted a bit more to being pinned to a dresser with a quite large Latino cock buried deep inside the hole she hadn't let any other guy touch. Despite having very little clue what she was doing besides what she had learned from the little bit of porn she had gotten access to, she started to shift her hips. It was a shallow movement at first, but her ass bounced against him and made a much more pleasing sound than she had been stuck listening to earlier.

"So can I get a name of the asshole popping my cherry?" Bela glanced back at him curious, giving him a devious 'innocent' girl and faking one hell of a Valley Girl accent: "Y'know for, like, my diary and all?"
 
Chico wasn't a man known for being gentle with his lays, hell at sixteen most people would barely consider him a 'man', but hearing her talk like that certainly had him thinking he may have met his match as he tightened his grip around her neck as he smacked her ass and watched it shake. His hips slammed against her ass as they came together in adolescent hormonal fumblings, the virgin trying to figure out just how to move her body the vato was more focused on thrusting his large cock in and out of her as quickly and roughly as possible. Fortunately, that seemed to be just how the little white slut was liking it.

"Oh so you do know some Spanish eh blanca?" Chico taunted her as their bodies collided together the room starting to smell like weed, sweat, and ssex as the dresser rocked beneath them. Rough brown hands maneuvered her soft white skin, leaving bruises where he did not care to be gentle as he pushed her as low as she could go on the dresser so that she was practically flat against it. Identity was huge in Libertad, especially for criminals like Chico and Los Vagos. Right now 'bela wasn't just a good lay to Chico, a fine piece of ass for him to have and claim, every thrust was a punishment being a dyke and being so white.

Yes he was a terrible person, and he was proud of it. Especially since it led to situations like this for him. balls slapping against her ass as he pistoned into her, bouncing his tip off of her cervix as the room filled with the sounds of their bodies, his grunts, her moans, and the dresser creaking beneath their weight. There was something about her sass that got him going even harder than anything else. He had already decided that he was going to keep her after this, that he was going to make her his.

"Mi nombre es Chico." He grunted in Spanish, his mind elsewhere as his cock rearranged her guts.
 
Chico wasn't a man known for being gentle with his lays, hell at sixteen most people would barely consider him a 'man', but hearing her talk like that certainly had him thinking he may have met his match as he tightened his grip around her neck as he smacked her ass and watched it shake. His hips slammed against her ass as they came together in adolescent hormonal fumblings, the virgin trying to figure out just how to move her body the vato was more focused on thrusting his large cock in and out of her as quickly and roughly as possible. Fortunately, that seemed to be just how the little white slut was liking it.

"Oh so you do know some Spanish eh blanca?" Chico taunted her as their bodies collided together the room starting to smell like weed, sweat, and ssex as the dresser rocked beneath them. Rough brown hands maneuvered her soft white skin, leaving bruises where he did not care to be gentle as he pushed her as low as she could go on the dresser so that she was practically flat against it. Identity was huge in Libertad, especially for criminals like Chico and Los Vagos. Right now 'bela wasn't just a good lay to Chico, a fine piece of ass for him to have and claim, every thrust was a punishment being a dyke and being so white.

Yes he was a terrible person, and he was proud of it. Especially since it led to situations like this for him. balls slapping against her ass as he pistoned into her, bouncing his tip off of her cervix as the room filled with the sounds of their bodies, his grunts, her moans, and the dresser creaking beneath their weight. There was something about her sass that got him going even harder than anything else. He had already decided that he was going to keep her after this, that he was going to make her his.

"Mi nombre es Chico." He grunted in Spanish, his mind elsewhere as his cock rearranged her guts.
 
Bela almost missed his name, with the sound of blood rushing in her ears and the creaking of the dresser under them. Chico, huh? "'Bela," came her gasped replied as his hips slammed into hers once again. She didn't elaborate further; she was too busy whining like a bitch in heat as she got closer to her peak. She was too inexperienced to know the difference between a good fuck and a guy who just fucked so fast she couldn't help but cum from friction alone. That worked in Chico's favor it seemed, plus the rough treatment seemed to be just her kink. It was nice to find someone who was in for a good hard romp, someone who she didn't give a shit about and who didn't give a shit about her to dick her down. At the end of all of this she would walk away, and probably never think about his name again except to reminisce about the Latino dick that took her virginity to her friends on some drunken night.

"Fuuuck!" she bit her lip to muffle the ensuing scream as her pussy tightened around him in the first orgasm not brought on by a certain red-haired slut's mouth. Her hips slammed back against his repeatedly, finding a new determination and speed in her climax as she worked against him. Manicured nails dug into the palms of her nails as she worked to keep her noise level reasonable. Scarlet had been able to give one hell of an orgasm, but there was something about the continued friction of something actually filling her up as she came that drove it to the next level. It didn't bother her a bit that she was just a piece of meat to him right now.

"So how is that tight virgin dyke pussy?" she sassed back as she finally calmed down, turning her head to smirk at him with glazed over eyes.
 
The sounds she made, the grunts and the cries of pleasure and pain that escaped from her as he fucked her until she was forced to cum drove Chico wild. The room stank of weed, sweat, sex, and whatever perfume she had been wearing filled the room as much as the heat of the night did. There weren't too many houses in this part of Libertad that bothered to keep the air conditioning running. Especially at a party like this. Chico took it all in as he felt her muscles spasm around him and tighten as her already vice-like cunt worked to milk his cock and drain his balls. He would remember all of this, not because she was anything special, but because of something that Chico couldn't quite put his dick on.

Blood crashed in his ears as his ass tightened, that rare, male-fullbody orgasm building up inside of him for the first time as he used this little, rich girl blanca dyke like a cum toy. Even at this young of an age, Chico was cruel, he was down right maldito. There was something about this dyke he was fucking, almost as if he could sense that she was just as evil as he was and that she actually was enjoying their humping for the roughness of how he was raping her more than anything. If all of the blood wasn't rushing south at the moment he might have pondered that thought. Instead, as his balls tightened he barely managed to growl out an answer to her question.

"Fecundada." He whispered as a threat and promise as he finally came, shooting rope after rope inside of her. They were both good Catholics, so no condoms allowed, and he highly doubted that her rich Catholic parents were paying for BC. He fucked her through his orgasm, pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside of her until finally he was spent and stood there on top of her, weak in the knees but still too large and strong for her to fight off if she tried to resist his nut. The unconscious part of his brain was actually curious to see how she'd respond.
 
Bela lay there panting for a while, marveling at the full body buzz she had going on, better than any fucking high or drunk she had experienced so far. Way better than any orgasm stupid Josie Cat was capable of delivering (or at least that's what Bela was telling herself. It was hard to remember right now.)

There was no fight in her; she knew there was a 90% chance she was getting nutted in when she showed up to this party, as long as she was able to find someone willing to fuck her. Well, here she was with a stranger balls deep emptying into her virgin pussy, and a very dark part of her screamed: "Did you think you deserved anything better than a half rape from some gang banger on a dresser while he calls you a dyke?"

Fuck her inner voices, though. That's what the weed and risky sex was for. After all, she had been wanting to drive out that demon that was the loneliness left behind by her favorite fuck toy. The only appropriate way seemed to become

The white skinned Latina ground her hips back against him one last time just to prove that she was very much into this, a smirk on her face as she did so. She grabbed the half-smoked joint still laying on the dresser where she had tossed it after burning the culero from earlier. It disappeared between those pink lips as she lit it and took a post-coitus hit. The little slut eyed where their hips met, a smart ass look crossing her eyes as she wiggled her hips again. Hell, if she was going to burn, she might as well burn all the way after all. Plus, there'd be something satisfying in finding out how they tasted together, since she couldn't just taste herself on Josie's lips anymore.

"So, you going to let me clean that mess up, papi?"
 
Everything about her in that moment was driving Chico loco, from the way the sweat rolled from her blonde hair down her white skin and towards that perfect spot where their bodies met. That smart ass look and crossed eyes as she looked back at him, wiggling her hips causing her pussy to shake and shift around his now limp cock. There were some girls who just looked best with something in their mouth or between their lips, and that was certainly true about 'bela. She was a slut that looked best with something in her lips and a load buried in her body. She wasn't a real person in Chico's eyes, just something to be used, yet still her works surprised him.

"You're fucking loca chica." Chico remarked giving her ass a hard smack as he pulled out of her, loving watching some of his cum leak out of her filled pussy and down her thighs, he wondered what would happen if some ended up on the floor and he made her lick it clean. But, unfortunately there was no such luck as it stayed moving down her thighs. Stepping back, he made sure to keep that switch blade out of her reach, half-expecting her to try and grab for it and go totally schizo on him. The hot air felt cool against his soaked cock as he stood there waiting to see if she would keep to her boast there and actually clean him up.

He wasn't the most endowed guy, a bit above average when hard, and perfectly adequate while soft, but he knew what to do with it. OR so he told himself and anyone who would question it. It had certainly been enough to nearly split her in half, and she should seemed like she had enjoyed it, as fucked up as that was. A little tense, partially expecting her to try and lunge at him and that her offer was just a rouse, he kept his face neutral to excited. He wasn't going to be taken by surprise, but he wasn't going to let her know she wasn't taking him by surprise. That wicked smirk stayed on his face as he spoke.

"Andele puta." There was a cruel impatience in his voice as he waited to see what she would do.
 
Bela stood, taking another hit and turning around. Her skirt half slid back over her hips, partially still tucked in on itself. She took a good minute to eye up the man who had just taken her virginity, noting his average-Ness and the cruelty in his voice.

There was a tilt to her head as her magenta pink lips split into a masochistic grin. "Even a gentleman," there was a thick sarcasm to her voice at that last word, "such as yourself has to know that you can't rush perfection, art or cleaning."

One of her hands ran through her hair, moving it out of her face as she took two careful steps forward, very aware that he still possessed her knife, sunk to her knees and crawled the rest of the way. "Don't worry, papi, I know what I'm doing here," she offered him the joint before her other hand gripped his flaccid cock. A wet tongue ran up his sack, her face pressed against him and smelling her sex on him.

While she had sucked a lot of dick in the past, also as payment for drugs, this was the first time she had done it after getting fucked by said dick. Usually blowjobs were foreplay. But something about this whole encounter had her willing to be the very bottom bitch for the first time in her life. Maybe she just wanted the degradation, maybe she just wanted a fun story!? What did it even matter at this point? There was something hot about the sticky cum leaking down her thighs, about the way he looked at her like a piece of meat... Well, she was definitely still turned on. Heh, if only she could find that special something from someone in her own neighborhood.
 
For a second Chico thought about taking his knife and bringing it back to her throat, reminding her what would happen if he so much as felt the hint of teeth on his skin what he could do to her. The image of this chica blanca splayed across the tile floor of this crappy apartment, throat slashed and aerated blood painting her alabaster form, her light brown eyes looking up at him pitifully as the last bits of life slipped away from her broken body. The embers from the joint warmed his fingers as that image flashed in front of his mind, his eyes resting on her face as she ran her tongue up his balls and pressed her pretty school-girl face against his sex. He wanted to think it was her tongue that made the blood flow back to his cock so quickly after having just left it.

Chico's grandfather was a butcher, in business with his uncles, great way to make money in a former ranch and launder the money from their family's criminal enterprises. Chico had helped out at the butcher's shop from the time to time, the Three Kings the place was called. Chico had been helping out there since he was old enough to be paid under the table, first taking orders at the counter and when he was larger he'd helped to carve up the meat and get rid of all that was left. He was no stranger to blood and guts, but he'd never killed anyone, never murdered anyone so the whole incident was strange to say the least.

His abuelita had told him stories about brujas who could steal men's souls and suck them dry. He was beginning to guess where those stories came from with girls like 'bela running around with that kind of look in their eyes. Casually blowing smoke he looked down at her, the resting murder in his eyes slipping away as his cum coated cock rubbed against her face. Then they dipped back to her fine ass peaking out of her skirt. Wherever her top had gone, he doubted that he'd be seeing her in it any time soon.
 
She saw it; a flash of something she wasn't sure that any other word could describe but murderous... It was an intense thing, as if he had a picture in his mind... One she had no interest in making a reality, whatever fucked up snuff fantasy it was. As much as she was enjoying this... Degradation... She had no urge to test what this guy could do if she pissed him off.

Instead, she played the naughty good girl, and as he started to stiffen again, her mouth opened and she engulfed the head with her lips, sucking hard on it and watching his face to make sure she was keeping him interested.

Both hands came up; one to cup his balls, the other to hold his shaft while she ran her tongue along the head until she could no longer taste herself on him. In another life, she had tasted herself on another's tongue and had loved it... Turns out it was even better when mixed with someone else's taste and licking it off of his cock. For a time she would have swore it was just a matter of Josie's lips being involved, but now she knew she just tasted fantastic.

Up close, he wasn't nearly as large as he had felt inside of her. At least she knew he wasn't completely destroying her pussy earlier, still it wasn't like she had been this up close and personal with anything much larger and having a tight cunt apparently had some perks for a guy like him.

It didn't take much before there was a set of lip prints at the base of his dick, the taste of them mixed together gone but Bela no where near done with him. She wanted to make him cum again, cover her face with his seed and pretend for five seconds she belonged to someone. As she pulled back, there was a pop as the suction of her mouth let his head loss. "Delicious," she smirked before diving back in and starting a nice, fast deep throat on him as her other hand affectionately groped his balls, her eyes starting to water as she nearly choked in her zeal.
 
If Chico had been anything resembling a thinking man, he would have probably realized how fucked up his life and this situation was and gotten out of there as soon as he could. As it stood though there were several things keeping him from doing the smart thing here. The first being that he was a teenage boy with a beautiful girl's lips leaving stains on his pelvis. The second was that he wasn't planning on living to see thirty anyway, so why bother having an instinct for self-preservation. Maybe his life would have turned out differently if he had had that instinct. Or if he had realized just what kind of a woman he had on his cock in that room. But he didn't, he stayed there and let her suck him him until he was hard again.

The entire time, he kept his eyes on hers, his dark eyes on her light ones. His mother had once told him never to trust a woman with light eyes. He had always thought that that was just prejudice because his mom was a darker Latina; trying to get him to find a de facto Latina and not some chica blanca like the slut currently nomming on his meat. Chico's mother would absolutely hate 'bela. though at the moment, her son was the closest thing to in love with her as his finger tightened in her hair for a moment as she choked herself on his cock while also being affectionate to his balls.

He didn't know how much this one moment would absolutely represent the rest of their relationship.

"Fuck, 'bela, I'm cumming again-" He groaned grabbing the dresser to avoid his legs giving out from under him, it felt like she was sucking all of him out through his dick with her vacuuming throat. Both amazing, but it also kind of hurt.
 
The gagging noises she made as his cock smashed the back of her throat and started to explode another load down it were priceless, with mascara running down her pale cheeks and blonde hair damp with sweat. It was in this moment, swallowing the seed of a man who had just essentially raped her (was it really rape if she didn't resist and actually found it hot?) that she realized a fundamental truth about her existence; she was really fucked in the head. Who the hell got off on a guy busting in on one's weed deal and just... grabbing you by the hair and smashing your virgin pussy on a dresser? Apparently this white Latina psycho.

The part that she hated the most, and the part that was getting her off the most: she felt like she deserved this as her deflowering.

But after that initial thought, it made her back track and wonder if she had REALLY done anything wrong to Scar. Bela was certainly enjoying the force and command, maybe Scar was just the broken one that didn't realize how good she had it!

Bela eventually pulled away once it seemed like his balls were dry, a little bit of cum dripping off the corner of her lip as she flashed those pretty eyes up at him. He was still recovering, it was fairly easy for her to stand up, slowly backing him up to the bed and helping him flop down so he could fully catch his breath. There was a bit of pride in her eyes at her work. "Well now... that was fun. And here I was starting to think this party was going to suck," a pink tongue darted out to catch the cum still running down her face. He still had her knife, and she was tied between seeing if one more orgasm would just pull the soul out of his body, or if he had anything more to give her instead. She leaned forward, kissing her way up to his ear before whispering. "Abuelita gave that to me. You going to give it back, papi?"

She started righting her clothes, eying up the knife in his hand. It was her favorite knife, an easy-to-hide switchblade, a gift to protect her on the streets because Lita knew that her only grandchild was definitely going to be the death of a man at some point. Once dressed, and it obvious that her knife was not being returned to her, Bela left, thinking she'd never have to see Chico's face again anyways...

She was very wrong.

=Eight Days Later=

Bela growled and nearly threw her expensive ass iPhone out the window. Two days. She had smoked her last bud two days ago and not a single one of her contacts seemed to either be answering their phone, up on product, or willing to sell to her for whatever reason. Some had pointed her to a number, others had merely not responded. She even had cash, instead of just the usual ass for payment! There had to be someone, anyone... For a few minutes Bela almost wondered if wandering out of her normal territory for weed would even be worth the high she'd get afterwards... Her parents weren't home for another couple of hours, technically she could take a walk and see if any of her friends had shit she could buy off of them for the time being. Then again, she was still waiting on three text messages.

"Sorry, Bel... listen everyone's run dry. Try calling ###-###-####, tell him who you are and I'm sure he's got you," one of her usual guys hit her back.

The next three messages from other people also included the same damn number.

"Fuck..." she looked at the number, already pretty sure she knew exactly who it belonged to. So... there was a game being played here, apparently? Bela hesitated before finally hitting the text button and rolling her eyes. The fucking pendejo had been on her mind for days, and she couldn't understand why. Some might have blamed it on him being her first time, and the fact she hadn't bothered to take the Plan B sitting in her bathroom in time. She just fucking forgot. Now she was basically just waiting on a period to find out if her parents were going to burn her at the cross or not.

'This is Bela. Couple of my contacts told me to hit this number up for bud. Chico?' she straight up asked if the number she was texting was exactly what she suspected. It didn't change the outcome; part of her wanted to see him... wanted to see if Round 3 was as fun as the first had been, wanted to hear him groan her name again as he came. Fuck, I'm thirsty... Bela thought to herself, and she didn't mean she needed water either....
 
His body felt like a marionette whose strings had been cut, moving back mindlessly as she guided him to the bed and pushed him back down onto it. It wasn't even his bed and here he was, laying butt naked on it with his balls drained more than they had ever been before. His eyes moved over her body, watching her as she dressed and let out an unconscious groan at her horrible pun. This white girl was something else, a dyke who sucked cock, a white girl who claimed to be Latina, wannabe bad-bitch with terrible pun skills. He couldn't even wrap his mind around it all as he found her switchblade twirling absentmindedly through his fingers.

His eyes watched the way the light spun off the blade and the hilt of the knife. It was hypnotic. Angelica. From somewhere farther off he heard her say that her abuelita had given her the knife. Which made him think of his own abuelas. His father's mother was part of the Life and understood it all, having been the wife of one leader of Los Vagos, the mother of two more, and the grandmother of a fourth. Her eldest son, Napoleon, had also been in the Life for a time, but had retired his colors young. She knew what was inside her youngest son's eldest and recognized it. Accepted it. His mother's mother on the other hand, she saw the evil that was in him and had told him that after his father had been hurt up the coast that the devil that had been inside of him had gone into ten year old Chico. That was why he was drawn to violence, to fire, to the things he had done tonight. Live by the knife, die by the knife.

For a moment, he considered giving the knife back to 'bela. Then he decided that he would keep it, if not as a memory of her then as a reason to draw her back to him. She was going to be his, he decided, and he was not going to take no for an answer. There were plenty of girls that were involved in the Life, or who fucked guys who were in the Life. Los Vagos even had a whole girl gang affiliated with them that allowed them to control Pistol River Women's Prison. Chico didn't want any of those girls though. It was this chiquita blanca that he was going to claim.

Once she was gone he pulled himself back together, redrawing his mind from wherever the hell she had taken it to. Gathering his clothes, he got dressed and stretched before slipping the knife into the pocket of his pants and left the bedroom to go down to the fire and tell his friends about the crazy dyke who he had just fucked. Life in La Libertad could be tough, everyone knew that things weren't as good as they had been back during his father's day, but Chico was thankful that he had been able to gather together a group of solid day one's who he always knew would watch his back. Jaime Valdez was his oldest and closest friend, the vato Chico wanted watching his back when shit really hit the fan. Rafael Aguilar was a fantastic graffiti artist and really chill guy. Raul Villanueva was the responsible one, the one who would never get handcuffs on him, because he would always get out of a situation before they were called. Everyone called him Viejo because his face and attitude were just so old. Gordo and Guera both had the last name Ramirez, but they weren't related. Gordo was the oldest of the group of friends, though also incredibly fat. Guera, on the other hand, was the youngest, always trying to hang with the older kids, and was as white as 'bela was.

They all sat back and enjoyed the story that Chico told about the wild sex, of course framing it so that he looked like the good guy, though the guy who had been fucking her first certainly looked like he wasn't enjoying the story as much as the others. When he was done he told them all what his plan would be. Since he had cajones in the Life and people respected and feared his last name, he was going to put the word out to all the petty dealers who were dealing pot to the sluts at 'Our Lady' that Bela was cut off. She wasn't going to be getting any grass from anyone but him. His friends had agreed to put out the word, though her dealer that was there tonight needed to have a side conversation to be convinced that it was in his best interests to let Chico poach her. Viejo took Chico to the side when they were walking home from the party and asked him if one piece of ass was really worth the trouble that calling in this favor would be, Chico had put his hand on his friend's shoulder and honestly assured him that it was.

Honestly, if any other person had texted him like that, he would have had them beaten and taken one of their teeth as a trophy. For some reason though, he wasn't pissed at her for the amateur screw up. Here she was, trading ass for grass all over La Libertad and she was going to text him with blatant drug talk!? Maybe for some of her petty dealers that wasn't shit, but for him that could be the start of him catching a serious charge. They bust him on something petty like dealing a little pot, and that would lead to them getting their heads into all of his other shit. And who knew where getting into his shit would take them.

It was a Saturday, which meant that no one was in school so all the kids in La Libertad were out working or on their stoops. Chico and his crew were on their corner, same as they were most other days, letting the coke fiends come to them and pay for their daily high. La Libertad was a cocaine town, and Los Vagos crews dealt in a little bit of powder and a little bit of rock. It had been a few years since Chico had actually been the one handling any money or product. He had young hoppers to handle the drugs and look out for 5-0 and he had older boys to handle and count the money. Guera was on look out for them right now, and Gordo was the money man. Viejo, Jaime and Rafael were a block or two down catching the fiends coming in the other way.

"Hey, Gordo! I gotta make a call. You're in charge." Chico told his friend before lifting the burner phone to his ear and calling Bela's number.

"Hey, Bela! Glad you decided to finally call me after that party last week. Sorry to hear about your bud problem, but you know I can't help you with that." It was such a blatant lie and they both knew it, but hopefully it would be enough to snap her into her street smarts and know she should've been smarter about the way she had texted him. "Listen, I've only got so many minutes on this thing so I can't be talking for too long. But we should meet up, talk about what went down, want me to come to you?" He said this all to her hoping she would be able to translate what he meant. That he would be willing to bring her bud and deal with her in person, but because of how she had approached he couldn't set anything up on the phone.
 
God she was naive.

All too late she realized that there was way better ways to say what she needed, but by then the text was sent and she was committed. In her defense, most of the rest of her dealers were too transfixed by her willing ass and mouth to really bother correcting her. It was a weakness that was going to get someone in serious trouble; her father provided enough jobs in his company to get her out on some minor charge, but some poor sap was risking bringing down a whole operation for a bit of ass that was too good for him in any other situation.

A lot of things could have easily backfired with this. Bela had already gotten the sense that Chico wasn't someone to fuck with and piss off, based off of the reactions of every dealer she normally bought from. Bela knew that the only thing that would keep a teen dude from getting off was his own self perseverance. While she wasn't the most street smart bitch at this point, she was smart enough to pick up on certain cues, and that had been the only thing keeping her out of trouble besides the fact that no one ever believed she was Latina because of the color of her hair and skin. Fuck you mom, for that curse.

🎶"Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby let me know-"🎶 She didn't even let the chorus finish out before she was hitting accept call and putting the receiver to her ear, face still flushed with her own embarrassment as Chico let her know what was up and offered to come to her.

"Yeah, no. I totally get it," Bela said casually as she lay in her bed and pondered on the idea of meeting up with him. Was it going to be a repeat of their last meeting? She wasn't sure, but the one thing she did know was that her parents wouldn't be home until late and she was living life on the wild side if that was the case; "Sure, I'd love to meet up, been wanting to talk about the other day. My parents are gone for the day, if you want to hang for a little bit. Maybe talk about an encore?"

She came off exactly as thirsty for more of his dick as she actually was, basically all but saying 'wanna fuck?' with those words, however she wouldn't recognize that until after the phone was hung up and she replayed the conversation in her head. In her ears it sounded like a girl flirting with a guy, but not like a girl who's pussy was already gearing up for a repeat of the party. "Is it better to text you my address or you got a piece of paper on you?"

Once the call was hung up, and she got confirmation he'd be heading her way at some near point, Bela shot into action, looking at the slight mess that was her pink bedroom: She'd really have to consider changing the color at some point. Thus far it had fed her parent's illusion of her retained innocence, but she was fifteen and it wouldn't be out the realm of realistic maturing to ask for a new paint job and some less offensive carpet coloring; the current purple was also a remnant of her innocent princess days before she had learned that booze and drugs were fun.

How she had gotten access to the couple of vibrators she owned, she would never tell; but she had no intention of leaving any evidence that she had been masturbating exclusively to the thought of fucking Chico every night since the party. There wasn't much she could do about the boy band posters on the walls without it looking like she had ripped shit off the walls, but at least she picked up the pile of school uniforms and dumped them in her hamper in the closet, tossing the last few stuffed animals she still kept in bed wit her at night, and tried to take care of any evidence of her recent crimes.

That included the unused box of Plan B that she hid in a drawer in her bathroom under her boxes of pads and tampons, assuming he wouldn't go digging farther than that if he cared to dig at all. Bela recognized she had very little idea of what she was getting herself into as she closed the curtains, slipped into something other than sweats and a baggy crop top: if she was going to end up bent over her own bed she at least wanted it to be clear she was aiming for that. A white pleated skirt was slipped over a green and black matching set of a bra and panties and paired with a brand new off the shoulder crop top no one had seen her in yet. As she flaunted herself in her full length mirror across from the end of her bed, she couldn't help but think she felt the right amount of thirsty thot and the right amount of fake innocence in this particular getup. She left her hair down; even if she did anything with it he was just bound to mess it up. Make up was a simple affair with not much time on the clock; her make up game was still impressive even if she hadn't discovered high quality no-run make up and probably never would. Bela would never master that; after all it was much hotter if by the end of the fuck everyone knew she had taken in hard.

Now, the Lopez family house was a sight to behold. Her father had come from a different part of the country, and had taken over his father-in-law's fortune after spending a few years working the stock market and trying to make his own fortune. And as a man that was proud of his hard work, he showed it off by keeping his wife covered in jewels, his daughter in the highest fashion and his house as big as was reasonable for only having one child. Five bedrooms, six bathrooms, a pool and jacuzzi in the back next to the back patio. It was more of a backyard oasis, with high private fences and a nice little grilling area that only ever got used when she had pool parties these days.

From the front entry and the immediate access to the family area the main living area wrapped into a formal dining area that her mom usually only used if there were business guests coming over for business dinners. Usually Bela wasn't invited to those unless her parents were trying to pair her with some rich white boy. From the formal dining room you walked through an arched door way into the large kitchen, one that had been built back when both of her grandmothers had lived with them. On the other side of that there was the more regularly used family dining room. Here they could watch the news while they ate dinner and talked about their days, or even head out the doors to the back patio to enjoy their meal with some fresh air when the weather was nice. On the other side of the stairs that lead from the entryway up to the main three bedrooms were three guest rooms; one functioned as her father's home office area. The next had been turned into a pseudo home gym with the old walk in closet that had been her abuelita's turned into another TV room where Bela's neglected video games consoles lay. The third was a legitimate guest room for when her uncles came to town for the weekend and needed a place to crash.

Upstairs was the main master suite; a glorious affair that made Bela a bit jealous over the space and luxury her parents had compared to her. Not only did they have a fireplace, but they had cut down on the second upstairs bedroom to make a small sitting area, and walk in closet worth envy. That's not the mention the bathroom, with separate sinks, a huge bath tub she knew wasn't even utilized for anything remotely fun, plus a shower and linen closet in the same room! The final bedroom was a junk room. Her mother had a bad habit of hoarding stuff she impulse bought and insists she'd make use of it some day, and this was her room of shame.

She was waiting in the living room by the front door impatient, but trying to act cool. Something she was also not very good at, at least when she wasn't trying to impress a gaggle of her friends. Now though, her friends weren't even on her mind as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone.
 
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There was thirst in every syllable as she talked to him as if she was only entertaining the idea of an 'encore' when they both knew that the second he met with her she wouldn't be thinking about the bag of grass he was going to slip her, she'd be thinking about how the only way she could feel like a woman was having it from him just as he had given it to her last time. Listening to her thirst, Chico imagined that the message from the dealers had gotten through to her loud and clear. She belonged to him, body, mind, spirit. She was a piece of property now. If that message wasn't clear to her, he would make sure it was clear before he left her today. But, first he needed to get to her.

"Just fucking tell me." Chico answered, impatient and abrasive as ever, when she asked him whether it was easier to text him her address or if he would write it down. He had been memorizing the details of criminal enterprises since he was a child. Memorizing the numbers for burner phones and the names of people attached to them since he was very small. He had a whole map of the city memorized in his mind, the names of the people of consequence in his part of the city and who controlled which corners. One address was nothing compared to what he needed to have memorized just to get his ends. Though he did register a bit of surprise when he heard her full address.

"Hol' up? Did you just saw pinche Glenwood Terrace ?!" He asked to clarify and when he got the answer that, yes, she had in fact said Glenwood Terrace he cursed again and then hung up without telling her when he would be there. There was no question he would be there though. Slipping his burner into the pocket of his khakis he hopped onto the bike that was waiting for him around the corner. He still didn't have his license or a car to drive. Rounding the corner he informed Gordo and Guera that he had some errands to run and that they would close up for the day. He'd expect an accurate count of the money tonight at his place. He didn't need to say the second part, his boys already knew that.

Glenwood Park was a big fuck-off park in the middle of the city, six-hundred some acres of woodland, trails and equipment that the rich people of Haven City had set off to not be developed or lived in as a gift to all the fucking poors. A place where they could escape the oppressive claustrophobia of industrial life for a moment. On the East side of the park was Glenwood, a mostly white community that was townhouses and old single houses at best, and trailers filled with methheads at its worst. It was where the whites had flown to in their 'white flight'. Then there was Glenwood Terrace, up on the hill at the south end of the Park, a bunch of mansions that varied in size from McDonald's mansions to actual estates. The rich people in Haven City needed to live somewhere with a good commute and still be able to look down their noses at the whole city.

Chico built up a bit of a sweat getting up into the Terrace, passing a few cop cars on the way in and then suddenly, there wasn't a cop in sight. Chico had only been to the Terrace one time before, some rich kid's eighteenth birthday party and he had wanted to make sure that his guests didn't run out of drugs for the whole night. The cops hadn't shown up until after everyone important was already gone. Chico had gotten caught out after his juvi instated curfew and ended up spending a few weeks extra in lock-up that he didn't need. Jax of course had somehow slipped away before the cops arrived. Almost like he had known exactly when they would be there. A bunch of fucking snitches those Regulators. Chico thought to himself as he came up on 'bela's house. It was bigger than he had expected it to be.

Chico stashed his bike under the bushes and then pulled his bag over his shoulder before walking up the door, knocking on it loudly as he looked over his shoulder expecting to see cops rolling up on him any minute. His first words to Bela when that door got opened were hardly complementary.

"What kind of puta lives in a house like this and pays with her ass?" He asked, and then his eyes went over the outfit she was wearing and any other comments he had went out of his mind as he pushed his way inside, slammed the door and crashed his hungry lips against hers.
 
Bela wasn't an anxious person; stressing didn't do much good in the world, same as bitching and whining. Either you could take care of your shit, or you couldn't, at least that's what her father had instilled in her from a young age. See, Samuel Lopez, Jr. wasn't the type of man that had ever wanted a daughter. He had long wished for a son to inherit his legacy... instead he got this little thot of a girl. Still, he made sure she knew the base foundations of their personal and family values, but after that point he had left the raising of her to his wife and their mothers that were well on in age by the time Bela was in elementary school and living with them at the time. Aralita; the grandmother Arabella was named after, combined with abuelita- had taught her cooking, and how to cut someone that came at her with any bad intentions. Carlita, her father's mother, had grown up rich and had taught her the finer points of looking pretty for men and how to pick out jewels to go with every outfit that she could ever think of wearing.

Which is why this pretty chica blanca was currently standing at the front door with Chico trapped between her and it, dressed like a teenage slut, half ready to beg him for that dick. Bela crushed her lips up against his and moaned softly into his mouth as she heard the click of the door and was suddenly pressing against his already sweaty body. Running an unconscious hand up his chest and up around his neck, she made it clear exactly why she wanted him here.

Now Bela and Chico would always have communication issues, the biggest of which was present from day one; Chico saw her as his, as property. A trophy to flaunt to all his jealous buddies. But she didn't think of herself as belonging to him; he was here because the dick had been good, and she needed something to smoke to get her through boring dinner conversations with her parents. The very parents that would beat her ass if they found out she had a boy in the house, much less wearing what she was, and grinding on him like a whore.

"The type of puta who begs to suck the cock of the guy who just raped her?" sass flew out of her mouth as she was panting like a bitch in heat, her leg half climbing up his as if she planned just to fuck him against the door. The girl had a point; she was fucking twisted in the head, and that had seemed to be the biggest turn on for him last time. Bela was curious as to if his crazy matched hers

See, what Chico didn't need to know was she always had the cash on hand, money wasn't the issue of course. Between her ridiculous allowance, the money she swiped from her mother's wallet on a regular basis, the fact that she hustled booze and weed out to her friends when she had the ability to share, she had plenty of money to spare. No one could accuse Arabela Lopez of being dumb, except for everything she did when it would come to the man standing at her door. Trading the ass was a power play of hers; a lot of her dealers were addicted to the rush of fucking a client and would throw her an extra gram or two for the good time, and she got to use a glaring loophole to get sex without 'disappointing God'. Well, until that party last week.

The barely dressed teenage thot seemed to get a sense of herself, though she didn't have the basic decency to look embarrassed about her passionate reaction to his kiss as she reached behind him and locked the door and tugged at his shirt to motion to follow her back to her bedroom with the same hell in her eyes she had shown when she had gotten on her knees in front of him and 'sucked him clean' at the party. "My room's back this way up the stairs. That's if you're still interested?" she didn't feel the need to say anything else right now as she lead him down the main hall to the steps that lead to the upper level, passing a very notable 'grand' picture on the wall of the living room as they did so. It was a family portrait, not even a year old of a Hispanic man standing next to a woman sitting in a fancy chair who looked almost exactly like Arabela, only without any humor or sass to her expression. Evelia Morales-Lopez was a lawyer for the rich and powerful, often spending more time in her favorite office in Los Angeles, probably fucking some hot pool boy or something. Still, she was a gorgeous woman for someone who was forty-two. Standing on the other side of her mother was Bela with longer hair pleated into two loose, messy braids with her long bangs curled and a white dress. There was a bit of a mischievous smirk on her little face, one that anyone who had figured out who Bela truly was could clearly see.

She went first up the stairs, making sure he caught a nice flash of her now soaked panties as they climbed up and swung into a door directly to the right, popping immediately into her large bedroom. This wasn't the time for a full tour; she'd let him see the facilities after they were done talking 'business' after all. She couldn't wait to see his expression when he caught sight of her parent's little backyard paradise. She had very dirty plans for the hot tub at another point in time. "Sorry about the colors. Dad just hasn't gotten around to hiring people to tear up the carpet and paint the walls a less pre-pubescent colors. Not his top priority."
 
Chico was in love with her sass. And her ass. He wouldn't admit it, but his own twisted version of love had her putting hooks into his flesh as much as he was putting them into hers. Which was probably one of the reasons he had resolved to be so cruel to her, this fine bodied chica blanca who thought she could have power over him needed to learn that he was the only one with power in their relationship, a relationship that would not be put into words for several months and would not turn into anything resembling normal human affection for many years. At the moment these things were furthest from his mind though, instead what was on his mind were her two legs and what was between them.

"Is it really rape if you were begging for it so bad ?" He asked her with his wicked smile on his face, running his thumb over her bottom lip, that was how he justified the evil that he did, especially to her. It wasn't really wrong because of something that the other person had done. None of it was ever his fault.

The Reyes family had been criminals for four generations, they had revolving door status up at Denne and all repped Los Vagos orange and the bull every chance they could. Their ties to El Norte, the Northwest Pacific Latino prison gang, went back to the foundation of that gang and they had been moving weight for the Fresno Cartel since before the Fresno Cartel was the Fresno Cartel. Even still a lot of their money had been tied up in different things, lawyers, the car shop, the carniseria, medical expenses. All kinds of things. The casual racism of Haven City kept them down in their cut in the valleys of La Libertad and they'd never been able to make the in roads that the Lopez family had apparently been able to do so easily. Apparently, you slit the throat of a wealthy doctor's son in broad daylight almost fifty ears ago, and beat the rap for it too, and the wealthy community holds a grudge. So Chico had never been in a house like the Lopez family house before, certainly not like this, and his eyes wandered over, taking it all in. When he found the family portrait on the steps his first thought was that 'bela in braids looked like a girl looking to have her hair used as handlebars. His second thought was the one that he said outloud.

"Damn, mami's a sweet slice too, orale!" He reached his hand out and ran his fingers over the painting, absolutely no respect or culture in him. His voice said it all though, he wanted to fuck her mother just as roughly as he had fucked her. If not more. What his voice didn't say though was that he was testing her, making sure that she really had gotten his message and understood her place. She was his property now, and he could do whatever he wanted to her, including fuck her mother if he wanted. And she couldn't say a damn thing about it or he'd hurt her, maybe even kill her if he got bored of her body.

A laugh escaped his lips as he saw her room. "Maldito infierno this is disgusting!" He said looking around her pretty pink room and then back at the piece of ass who occupied it. Shutting the door behind him, loudly, he stalked towards her and gripped her chin tight enough he might just bruise as his right hand roughly cupped her cunt under her skirt.

"If I ever stop by here again, and you're wearing underwear, when I'm done with you you won't be fit for dogs to fuck. Comprende? " One of the things he was beginning to seriously enjoy about putting her into her place was that it let him practice his insult game. "Good now, let's start talking business." He said after a moment, releasing his grip on her in both places.
 
Bela didn't have on her mind a single thing about the over decorated, under appreciated home she had been raised in. Not the picture on the wall, or the other two occupants. At least until Chico made the comment on her mother in a tone that simultaneously disgusted and thrilled the blonde in ways she couldn't begin to fathom, much less explain out loud to anyone. She turned around and stepped over to him, pressing against his side as he touched the picture, tilting her head as if she was inspecting the work of art. Her tone said a lot of things about her, the main being she didn't give a fuck what he did to her mother. Especially if he made it hurt. "You'd be doing her dry ass pussy a favor. There's a reason I'm an only child, and she's a good Catholic woman," and by that she meant her parents weren't birth control people. Well, at least not in one sense. Her mother probably hadn't been laid in a decade. Her father had secretaries to blow him as needed.

Bela smirked as his comment about how disgusting her room is, mostly because at this point she couldn't disagree... The pink was an eyesore she just hadn't gotten around to talking to her parents about. As the door shut she turned to make a smart ass remark, and instead found herself with a sore chin as he held her in place, his hand roughly gripping her cunt. The blonde gasped but she was smart enough not to move or fight. She liked herself alive and whole at this point in time... Not yet had she sunk into her darkest points where a knife to her throat gave her the best orgasms of her life, or where bruises and spitting in her face were her favorite forms of foreplay. Something about Chico drew the demon she was born with out of her, made her crave that blood in his eyes.

At that moment she knew that whether it was now or later in life, Francisco Reyes was going to be the man that killed her.

Great, now her panties were wet just thinking about how much he could hurt her... How fucked up was that?

Bela stood stunned for a second, trying to decide if she wanted to tackle and beg him to fill every hole in her body with cum or wanted to grab her clothes and cash, catch the soonest bus as far East as she could go and never see his fucking handsome face or Haven City ever again...

"Yeah, business."

Too bad Bela was never good at making decisions.
 
Stepping back slightly, Chico pretended to look around the room as he slid his hands into his pockets. It was almost casual as he reached into his pockets and pulled out a ziploc bag of filled with weed. He'd talked to her other dealers, the idiots who had been costing themselves good money by letting her pay in ass or head. Apparently the red head she'd had sucking cock for weed was able to suck your soul out. Too bad he'd missed cashing in while she was still around, but the little chica blanca was going to be more than enough for him for a while. He was still rapping his brain around how eager she was to offer herself up to him again. And the comment she had made about her mother... girl needed some serious therapy that was for sure. Not that Chico would let her go to therapy if it meant that he wasn't getting to fuck that tight body of hers.

"If I'm gonna bust my ass biking all the way out to the Terrace, it's gonna be for weight. I figure we start with a quarter and see where it goes from there. Sound good?" He said, actually asking for her opinion since she was the one who was the buyer. If she wanted more weed from him than he wasn't going to tell her no. But he wasn't going to let her off without buying at least that much. He leaned against the desk looking over at her with his dark, hungry eyes. Crossing his arms in front of her and watching her reactions as he laid down the law. There was no doubt about who was in control of this arrangment and that it would stay that way.

"Rule 1: This-" He held up one finger and nodded to the weed. "Is seperate from that." He nodded to her fine ass body. "You're not trading ass for hash anymore. Just cash. Nice pieces of paper with dead white guys on it. I charge a C-note for a half, so I'll take fifty for a quarter. That fat guy with a beard is gonna be your new best friend if you wanna get high. Rule 2" - this time two fingers. " I own that." This time he pointed those fingers at her body. "Ain't nobody else getting it from you, and I'm getting what I want when I want it. Comprende?" He said and waited until she showed some sign that she did before he continued. "Rule 3. I so much as get a twitch that you're anything but a good Catholic woman, Imma wreck your shit." He stepped forward and got close to her, running those three fingers over her lips. "And I'm not pulling out. Now where's my money, puta?"
 
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