But her legs trembled as she stood before Johnny trying to compose herself so that she could do as he had ordered. Johnny looked at her without saying another word. Her skin was brown, the color of chocolate milk, and her hair was done in an Afro that stood out three or four inches from her head. Her thin face, high cheekbones, and long, narrow nose was evidence of the American Indian blood which had run through the veins of her maternal grandfather. Her eyes, round and very dark, were framed by long curling lashes and perfectly formed eyebrows. She hadn't been a heroin addict long enough to lose her beauty. But it wouldn't be much longer now.
Gloria's tits were small, barely disturbing the lean curve of her body under the soft, black, long-sleeved sweater that she was wearing. Her nipples poked juttingly against the material. But her dancer's legs were muscular and her ass full, round, and well developed. It had been her ass which had first drawn Johnny to her three months before at a party given by the producer of an off-Broadway musical. Now he was tired of her, and impatient with the addiction which he had given her and which now had robbed her of her last vestige of pride.
"Come on, girl," he said. "Foxy hasn't got all day." His voice was soft but menacing. Gloria shuddered, her need for junk having not quite blocked the realization of what Johnny Walker had helped her to become.
Resigned to her lack of choice she reached for the buttons at the front of her sweater and began to undo them, one by one. When she opened the third button, the sweater fell open, revealing the soft curve of her petite tits and allowing the air of the room to caress, the firm black nipples, bringing them to turgid erection. She finished unbuttoning her sweater and shrugged out of it, her pert little titties quivering from side to side.
"Rub 'em," Johnny ordered. "Rub your titties so that Foxy can see how nice and firm they are."
Gloria's lower lip began to tremble as she reached up to comply with Johnny's command. She had lived with him for three months now, and had been happy to satisfy his every sexual whim in the privacy of his bedroom. He had often asked her to caress her own body, while he watched, but he had never humiliated her this way before, making her perform for another man.
She cupped her tits in her hands, rolling them from side to side and brushing the tips of her fingers across the stiff nipples. From the corner of her eye she could see Foxy licking his lips as she stroked the small, but firm, cone-shaped mounds of brown flesh.
"Take everything off," Johnny said. "I want Foxy to see your ass."
Without hesitation, Gloria dropped her hands to her waist and undid the snap which closed the waistband of her flare-bottomed yellow pants. She unzipped the front and began working the pants down over her full round hips. She was numb to her own humiliation now, thinking only of the heroin that Johnny would give her when he would have finished tormenting her. Thinking about the way everything would suddenly be all right, when the needle slipped into her vein, was almost enough to make her degradation bearable.
Gloria dropped her pants to the floor and stepped out of them. She wore nothing but the black lace panties which clung to her hips and stretched snugly across her ass. She could feel Foxy's eyes boring right through the flimsy material. She was about to remove them when Johnny spoke.
"Come here, Gloria," he said. She stood in front of him her thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of her black drawers. "Bend over now," he ordered, gesturing with his hands. Like an automaton, Gloria hastened to obey him, bending forward, and resting the palms of her hands on the platform in front of her.
Johnny, who was sitting off to one side, leaned forward and placed his hand on Gloria's hip. "Look at this, Foxy," he said. "See what a fine pair of legs she has." As he spoke, his long black fingers stroked the backs of her thighs, running lightly across their pocked surface. "But look at all these junk-tracks." His fingertips lingered at each of the dozens of needle scars that dotted the silky smooth skin of her shapely brown thighs.
Then he suddenly took hold of the elastic waistband of her lacy black panties and pulled them roughly downward. Gloria could feel the material straining to hold together, and then parting with a loud rip. Johnny tore the panties from her in tatters, a scrap of material catching between her legs and bruising her cunt as he pulled. Now she was naked, her full round ass fully exposed to Foxy's gaze as she bent over the platform. Johnny reached between her legs with one hand and rubbed the puffed-up lips of her glistening pink pussy.
In spite of her shame and humiliation, Gloria felt her cuntal lips beginning to pout and her cunt juices beginning to flow, moistening the pink folds of her pussy flesh. Johnny parted the hair-fringed lips and allowed some of the thick creamy moisture to ooze between them. Dipping his index finger into the cream, he spread it thickly over the length of her slit, smearing some of it into the wiry black hair which surrounded her cunt in a furry triangle.
"Nice and wet," he said. "Here, have a taste." Pulling his hand suddenly from her cunt, he brought it to a position directly in front of her face. He held his index finger straight out under her nose and wagged it slowly from side to side. "Have a taste," he repeated.
Gloria heard Foxy, laugh as she snaked out her tongue and licked the juice off Johnny's finger. She couldn't see him, bent over the way she was, but she knew that he was somewhere behind her and that he was enjoying the sight of her obscenely naked ass and pussy, naked and lewdly offered for his amusement. She wanted to die!
But Johnny had reached for her cunt again and was rubbing it gently up and down. In spite of her shame and humiliation, she felt her clitoris spring to erection. Johnny's finger was probing the little tent of cuntal flesh which sheathed it, probing in the cuntal juices for the pea-size pleasure button. When his fingernail began scratching gently at the little pearly erection of flesh, she drew her breath in sharply, unable to restrain the excitement which was building inside her body. She hated Johnny for his control over her, just as she had once loved him for it.
"Like that?" Johnny asked, his voice soft.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she cooed, for a moment forgetting the presence of Foxy and imagining that she and Johnny were alone.
"Then do it yourself," Johnny said, his voice suddenly hard and cold again.
Hot tears of shame filled Gloria's eyes and began to run down her cheeks. How could he do this to her after all the time they had spent together? He was making her degrade herself in front of Foxy, he was making sport of her by holding back the shot of dope that he knew she needed so badly.
Gloria's voice was racked with sobs as she whispered, a look of quiet desperation off her face, "Please, Johnny. Don't make me do that."
Johnny smiled contemptuously, flashing his gold-capped tooth again. "You don't have to," he said. "Unless you want a shot."
Leaning all her weight on her left hand, Gloria, still bent forward over the platform, reached between her legs and rubbed her own cunt. She stroked the entire moistened length with her fingers, conscious that the fleshy lips were flowering open excitedly. She dipped one long supple finger inside, moving it slowly around in the hot creamy warmth of her inner cunt. The little shocks of pleasure that were flashing through her body were somehow beginning to soothe the burning embarrassment that she had felt a moment before.
She stiffened her middle finger and began driving it, cock-like, in and out of her drooling pussy. Johnny was toying with her, idly stroking her tits. Little electric tingles of delight were starting to emanate from the quivering nerve-endings which were concentrated in her nipples and were traveling downward to ripple into full scale tidal currents in her belly as they joined the pleasure waves generated by the plunging finger with which she stroked her own pussy. Her hips began to move involuntarily, keeping rhythm with the fucking motion of her finger. She could feel the warm air of the room washing over her asshole as her firm round cheeks separated and came together in time with her movements.