Welcome to The Candy Shop (NSFW)
I’ve been writing for a while now, and usually my stories/novels come from a dream that I have. This dream in particular took hold of me like wildfire and spread across my consciousness and I couldn’t stop writing until it was done. The thing is I usually write fantasy fiction due to my heavy anime influence of my youth. Writing a urban fiction drama seems really left field for me, but I had a lot of people like it so I’m sharing a sample with you all here!
The novel is available for purchase on Amazon for paper back and kindle! Here’s the first chapter to see if it piques your interest:
As I lay on my back staring at the morbid ceiling awaiting this middle aged over weight Italian bastard to drive his emaciated four inch cock into my body for probably the best 15.4 seconds of his life I can’t help but wonder, Where did my life go wrong? I was a premed student with the highest GPA in my class aspiring to be a renowned pediatrician. Now I’m on my back with my legs in the air taking dick for as payment for my slight drug addiction. I, Jordan Jones, was someone my three year old son Grey could look up to. Now he just cries himself to sleep when He gets dropped off at his aunt’s house.
“…God, please God tell me why?” I barely whispered from my dehydrated throat. I can’t remember the last time I ate a full meal or had a beverage that wasn’t alcoholic. My Italian friend after about five seconds of labor spewed his load into his condom and smiled down proudly at me. He wiped the pathetic beads of sweat from his brow and flung them into my face stinging my eyes.
“God? Baby I’m your God now!” He proudly proclaimed as he brandished a new condom and tried to start a round two. I don’t know if he ever did or not. The salvation of passing out took over me and I was lost to the darkness. This darkness was my only friend in this world nowadays. The only time I actually get rest, and reflect on decisions I made thus far. Only problem is, once I wake up I make the same bad decisions again.
“God why am I so stupid?”
“Are you okay?” a voice calls out to me in my dark void. The darkness ripples away giving way to the light of this dark world. Another one of my “Friends” was standing over me slapping my thigh forcefully. I probably hate him more than my previous Italian friend, and with good reason. To Marco I’m nothing more than an investment that he plans to milk every penny out of.
“I said are you okay JJ?” He said angrily as he slapped my thigh again fully rousing me.
“What! Yeah I’m awake, damn.” I say finally sitting up wiping my mouth. I grimaced as I scooted to the end of the bed. I hated this queen sized bed with a passion. The bed covered in these horrible cheap black sheets.
“If you are okay then get your sweet ass up! You are taking up all the time in the Sweet Suite. I got other bitches trying to make a living too JJ.” He said yanking me off the bed. I unsteadily stand on my feet in six inch heels covered in nothing but a blue bikini top and matching thong. Marco smacked my ass and pushed me out of the “Sweet Suite” and back into the dressing room of the Candy Shop Strip Club.
“Always nice to see you Marco, you’re such a gentleman.” I say sarcastically. He laughed and threw a small bag of cocaine at my chest.
“Tuck that fun bag within your fun bags and go get changed. You have a show to put on JJ.” He ordered as he ushered another poor victim into the room with another fat Italian bastard. There sure was an abundance of them around tonight. Must be an asshole convention in town. The back room of the Candy Shop was filled with woman with bright futures as escorts, sluts, and call girls. Also there was the occasional girl trying to pay her way through school, like me. I try to tell myself in the mirror as I apply far too much make-up and comb my hair that this is all for a good reason. Too bad I don’t have time to believe thanks to my favorite pair of bitches, Cocoa and Vanilla. They set up shop behind me as usual to give me their nightly jeers. One night without them just wouldn’t seem right.
“So our favorite coke Whore is done with her client early tonight.” Cocoa said laughing like the air head that she is to Vanilla.
“I guess the pussy was horrible so the guy ran off. I’m surprised Marco keeps her around.” Vanilla added. I try to pay them no mind as I focus on a picture of my son in the corner. His brown eyes are probably the only thing in the world that can bring me out of this dark world. Grey can you save your mommy?
“Who’s this?” Cocoa snarls as she snatched the picture of my son away from me.
“Drop it bitch.” I say coldly I say turning to her with my fist balled.
“Oh the classy coke hoe is upset Cocoa! You better watch out.” Vanilla said egging the situation on. Cocoa laughed and ripped the picture in half. I felt part of my soul get severed and before I knew it my fist smashed Cocoa in the face. The bitch fell over sending Stilettos in two different directions. Vanilla screamed and I pushed her out the way as I pounced on Cocoa.
“I’ve been putting up with your shit for months. I’m tired of you two UGLY ass bitches bothering me!” I yelled as I repeatedly smashed my fist into her face. Vanilla just cowered in fear as her friend got beat the hell up. Marco came out of the Sweet Suite and rushed over to us pulling me off.
“The hell is going on around here?” He yelled before slapping me across my face.
“Bitch I don’t pay you to fuck up one of my top strippers. Take you high ass home to you son for once!” He said thrusting me towards the fire exit. I grabbed my trench coat off the coat rack and walked out the door.
The cold winter air struck my nearly naked body reminding me that I was alive. At least I could say that. Alive, but not truly living in this world. Guys were pointing, staring, and whistling as I walked across the parking lot. I wrapped up in my coat and flicked them off as I walked to my old, but loyal Camry. Driving in this city was like cruising the streets of hell. Every corner, every block just reminds me of the choices I’ve made. Before I realized I made it from downtown to the suburbs. A part of the city a girl like me doesn’t belong in.
“Willow’s Way subdivision, you make me feel so welcome.” I mumbled as I passed entrance sign. My sister lived in this upper crust white picketed fence community with her Lawyer husband and acted like she was a goddess amongst us commoners. Her Bentley and his Lexus in the yard just put the world of us struggling people to shame. Even still I felt ashamed to even walk on her grass, considering not an hour ago I was fucking for a supply of drugs that I’ll sneak and use once my will power gives way to weak addiction.
“Why am I so weak?” I wondered as knocked on my sister’s door. After a few moments I impatiently knock again and a tall handsome ebony king of a man answers the door. He scoffs as if disappointed and closes his robe, covering his perfectly sculpted abs. My sister was a lucky bitch.
“Kenya, your sister is here!” he yells into the home. He doesn’t even let me into the house. This sexy asshole is too good to let me into the house.
“Kendrick stop all the yelling, you’re going to wake Grey.” Her voice called back as she slowly sauntered up to him. She sized me up and sighed in disapproval. She always looked down on me, but in these recent years I’ve been wanting to rip those condescending eyes out of her head.
“I’m here to pick up Grey, Thank you for watching him.” I say to her with a fake smile. She crossed her arms in the way she always did and I knew she was about to go on a, I’m better than you, tirade.
“Jordan, you drop that boy off here every night, we feed him, play with him, and teach him. We may as well be his parents. When are you going to start taking this parenting thing seriously?” She said angrily tapping her foot. Kendrick walked off knowing his wife was the biggest bitch in the world. I feel sorry for him, or at least I would if he wasn’t just as much of a condescending dick.
“Kenya, I don’t have time for any of this tonight. Go get my son and I’ll get out of your hair.” I ordered.
“You have all the time in the world Jordan. You’re a pathetic college student by day and a show slut at night. You got all the fucking time in the world! You’re doing nothing productive with your life.” She yelled at me.
“Nothing productive? Speaking of not being productive, how’s that lack of pregnancy thing going? Is that why you’re holding my son hostage? Because for once in our lives I did something you couldn’t do?” I yelled at her now. Her mouth dropped in disbelief once she processed my words.
“You bitch…” She started but Kendrick grabbed her shoulder. She rolled around off his hand and started to curse, but the sight of Kendrick holding my sleeping son calmed her.
“That’s enough. Take your son and leave my property.” He said angrily. I scooped my son out of his arms and walked to my car angrily. I buckled him in the backseat and stared into his sleeping face. His curly unruly black hair calmed me as I ran my fingers through it. This boy is my world he could make or break me. He started to wake as I ruffled his hair.
“Mommy?” He asked groggily in his cute voice, probably the closest things to an angel’s voice I’ll ever hear.
“Yes baby? We’re about to go home now.” I say to him somberly.
“Can I stay with Auntie Kenya?” He asked with a yawn. Yeah this little man could make or break me. Tonight he was breaking me. I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I was going to take him no matter what. He drifted off before I could work up the courage to say anything. My own son, my only source of unconditional love would rather be with my sister instead of with me. Could this night get any worse? I drove off with him in tow, and it almost felt like kidnapping now. I crossed over from suburban paradise into the rural ghetto of my wonderful city and made my way to our apartment complex.
“Oak Heights, you’re no Willow’s Way… But home nonetheless for now anyway.” I say making my way to our apartment 33C, our personal mansion away from the drama of the world. Walking in with Grey in my arms, I slip and curse as my heel got caught on a Lego.
“This boy and his need to leave his toys everywhere.” I say smiling a bit. I may not have much, but I make sure he has everything contrary to any belief my sister has. He enjoys our little couch and 37 inch flat screen in the living room. He’s glad to have a bedroom of his own and toys galore. If he’s happy I am. Who needs all the flashy things that bitch has anyway? After laying him to rest I check the kitchen for food. I was actually hungry for once, the high I had must’ve worn off after all the events of tonight. Opening the fridge was disappointing.
“Bologna no bread, Cereal no milk, and canned vegetables no meat to go with it. Oh yeah sounds great…” I say angrily. What am I going to do? This kid is going to want breakfast in the morning. I paced back and forth thinking. Normally I would have my tips from the strip club, but sadly I was retired for the night. What to do? After a moment of thinking the bag of cocaine came to mind and I pulled it out of my top. I stared at it for a long time, and finally willpower won out over the need to get high.
“I’ll be back kiddo; Mommy has got to go make a sale if we want to eat.” I say as I headed into my bedroom and changed into some sweat pants and a t-shirt. He looked so peaceful in his bed, clad in Iron Man sheets. I could only pray over him as I kissed his cheek and headed out the door. I locked the door and checked it twice, then headed to the street.
The streets within a five to ten mile radius around Oak Heights were filled with two types of people between the hours of midnight and six in the morning; People looking to sell all manner of things illegal ranging from bootleg DVDs to narcotics, and people looking to buy them. With an unattended child at home alone in the middle of the night I had no time to waste out here looking for a patron. I needed some poor pathetic fool with some cold hard cash that isn’t too far away. The first thing I see once I leave the complex is a pair of guys wearing jeans that were too tight, and shirts for over rated sports teams. One a Caucasian man with a thick mustache filled with debris from his late dinner, the other an African-American man with a scruffy beard. These two are not my patrons sadly, they were worse than that.
“Evening gentlemen…” I say greeting them as I walked past them. Mister Scruffy as I have now named him decided that my ass was something open to the public and grabbed it. Being a part time stripper I’m used to this, but as long as I have my clothes on I don’t have to take this. I smack his hand away and turn to face him with a scowl.
“What’s wrong girl I thought you night workers like things like this?” scruffy said with a slight smirk.
“Night worker? You must be mistaken.” I say before walking off. His friend now aptly dubbed Thick ‘stache decided to approach me.
“We’ve seen you at the club, and would like a private show if you know what I mean?” He said slyly rubbing his crotch. I’m assuming this was supposed to provoke me into a sexual craze I guess, but this jerk was sadly mistaken.
“We don’t give private shows at the club. Now get off my stoop.” I turn from them and head down the block. Leaving the two horny bastards on the steps, I head a couple blocks over to the corner of Frasier and Vine. This was the hot spot for those with an addiction issue. The supply of junkies on this corner was never ending. A perfect place to get the cash I need and go home.
“Now it’s only a matter of time before someone needs that itch scratched.” I thought as I leaning against the stop sign. The sounds of the streets entered my ears as I was bathed by the orange glow of the street light. People gathered under lights and made transactions, others used their poison of choice while tucked away in alleyways. This was its own separate world that the rest of the world looks away from with thoughts of disgust. Everyone else looks down upon this underworld of drug dealers and addicts, yet they can do nothing to change it. I’m not going to try to change it either. I’m no different than the rest of the world looking down on these people, except I’m also a dealer/addict. Maybe I’m worse than the rest of the world. Maybe I just don’t give a shit as long as I get the money I need to feed Grey.
“Hey brown sugar, what you got?” A strange voice says breaking me out of my trance. Without me realizing it a young black man in a nice business suit, and Stacy Adams was looking down on me. Everything was crisp on him from his hair to the cuff links. If I wasn’t out to get his money I’d probably try for his number. He looked like he wanted a fix, but he also looked like someone I could cheat, the perfect combination.
“What do you need White collar?” I quip back.
“Nice nickname, I’ll cut to the chase, I want anything to get me going.” He said rubbing his nose and licking his lips. He had a slight nervous tick about his hands as he rubbed his nose. This was an easy sale clearly, and I could make out big depending on how desperate he was for his fix.
“You want a good fix then, something to send you over the moon?” I ask him whilst I fondled the bag of pure cocaine in my pocket. I had to fight the urge to bust it down and snort it myself as I did. This stuff can be better than sex, and got me going quicker than any hard dick did. No, I have to focus on the sale. There will be other times for fun.
“Yeah that sounds real good. I want that!” He said eagerly as his eyes lit up in the darkness. I stopped fondling the bag and walked off now.
“Then you better go elsewhere because the shit I got can send you to the edge of the universe. If you want to settle for the moon, hit up someone else on Vine.” I say coldly. Now that interest has been piqued I can pretty much get any ludicrous amount of money I want from him. Without hesitation the poor pathetic sucker ran me down and grabbed my shoulder.
“Whoa honey calm down. Now we could work something out here right. If money is an issue, that’s no problem lady.” He pleaded as he pulled out a wallet filled with hundreds. My desire to have the cocaine was easily replaced with the desire for the money.
“A few hundreds, that’s it? This is straight from Columbia and you think a few hundred is going to cover the costs?” I say pulling out the bag to let him see. The way his eyes light up when he saw it was like a gold digger in a jewelry store.
“Look I don’t buy it often, but I have more than a few girl!” he pleads desperately. He pulls out about seven freshly pressed bills and held them up into the light. He was pleading with his soul as if this would make him complete. A pawn to the drug at best at this point. Even I’m not this weak. I almost pity him.
“That may just be enough.” I taunt putting the bag back in my pocket. He backed me into an alley now and dropped to his knees in front of me. I scanned the area and grabbed an old beer bottle perched on a dumpster. This chump wouldn’t take me down without a fight.
“We could work other things out right?” He said kissing the crotch of my sweat pants. My body tingled in response and I pushed him back off me. I don’t need to have a junkie trying to eat me out for drugs. I just want the money.
“Hand over the cash, and go home.” I say coldly. He reached out and I took the money. I counted Seven hundred and Twenty dollars. The amount of cocaine and quality of cocaine I was about to give him was surely not worth that much but he didn’t know any better apparently. I dropped the bag into his open hand and walked off without so much as a goodbye. He didn’t say too much more, but he did open the bag and run its contents across his gums. Sad, is this what I look like? Disgusting. Truly disgusting.
I ducked between an alley on Vine and headed back to Oak Avenue towards my complex. My boy was still home alone and I always hated the thought of him being there by himself. As I passed streetlight after streetlight I could see the back of my Oak Heights apartment home. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt the air around me become charged. Something felt wrong as I approached my home. Between the sounds of the passing cars on the road ahead I could hear something. Footsteps if I’m not mistaken. I turned around abruptly in my paranoia sadly to find that it was justified. The only thing I saw in the orange glow was Mister Scruffy, but the next sensation I felt was a numbing pain in my head as I went down to the ground. I hit my back with a groan and felt my chest get pressed in. I was too groggy to comprehend what was happening.
“That’s right Night worker, moan for me!” He grunted as I felt him ripping down my sweat pants. My money was in my pants, now I had to struggle. I couldn’t let this happen any longer. My hands scrambled into the dirt and grime of the alley looking for anything I could use to hurt him, but my search was coming up short. I looked around now and he grabbed my chin and held my face.
“Oh no bitch you gonna stare into my eyes as I fuck you!” He yelled into my face dropping spit on it. My thong was ripped and he started to fondle me roughly. His hands were like sand paper coated in glass as they grazed my clitoris. I grimaced now and tried to kick him. Another numbing sensation hit my ribs and I cried out loudly. I looked up and saw that Thick Stauche decided to join in the fun by kicking me in the side.
“Stay still bitch, be good until it’s my turn. I couldn’t move now. I was struggling to breathe as he continued to kick me. This was the break Scruffy needed as he finally thrust his pulsating manhood into my vagina. I felt the soft tissue within me rip and I knew I was bleeding, but the pain was unfathomable. I felt like a dagger was being thrust into me over and over again as my ribs were being pounded into by a sized thirteen boot. I reached for a discarded pvc pipe, but it was just out of my reach. Scruffy caught wind and slammed his fist into my hand. I screamed out again as he continued to thrust into me. I was helpless. He outweighed me. These men were going to have their way with me and possibly kill me. Grey, No this can’t happen I have to feed Grey!
“Get off me! Get the hell off me!” I cried out with tears in my eyes. I wasn’t crying because of the rape, to most men I’m nothing more than a chocolate sex toy. I was crying because of the despair of possibly never seeing my son again.
“Please… Please stop!” I begged now disgusted at my lack of power.
“Shut up bitch, if you would’ve gave it up before you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Scruffy yelled.
“It’s my turn now George! Get the hell off the bitch, I’m next in line!” Stauche yelled as he pushed him. His push was enough to knock him out of my vagina.
“You better back up Ray. Shit I didn’t get my nut yet!” George yelled out angrily as he grabbed my thighs in rage. I pushed off of him and kicked him in the chest now. I tried to turn and run, but Ray grabbed me by my hair as I lay on the asphalt.
“My turn Bitch!” He demanded as I heard him start to fiddle with his zipper. I managed to reach the PVC pipe now and just as I was about to swing I felt the tension on my hair was released and I fell.
“Get the fuck off of her!” A deep and powerful voice called out. I turned to see what was going on and saw a tall man in a black hoodie and jeans was beating George and Ray into a pulp. They tried to fight back until the hooded figure slammed his foot into George’s temple and knocked him unconscious. Ray put his hands up and pleaded to be left alone, but the man raised him off the ground and punched him in the face knocking him unconscious. By this time I scrambled and put my pants back on and stand by using the wall as a crutch.
“Here, let me help you?” The man said walking towards me.
“I don’t want your help!” I groaned holding my ribs. He continued his advance anyway and picked me up off the ground. I my body against his felt relaxed, but I was still in immense pain.
“You should go to a hospital. I’ll take you to the closest one.” He said with his deep strong masculine voice. He carried me out of the alley and I finally caught a glimpse of his face under the streetlight. Even in the dark I could tell his eyes could pierce your soul. His jawline was strong, and covered in a freshly shaven stubble. His hair was cut in a low fade and was crisp. I was partially lost in his looks until I saw the back door to my building.
“Let me go, let me down!” I struggled and he let me down.
“You need medical attention.” He demanded. I looked him up and down now. He wasn’t used to someone defying him I could tell.
“I’m going to my apartment to take care of my son. I’ve had worse things happen to me. I’m fine. Thank you, now go home.” I decreed as I headed for the door. He grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
“Let me at least bandage you up then.” He ordered as he let me go and went to his car backed on the corner. He fumbled in the back of the Maxima for a moment and brandished a duffle bag. He ran back to me and helped me up the stairs. I couldn’t even tell him no; something about him just made me want allow him to have his way. I stopped at my apartment and rushed in. I went straight for Grey’s room to check on him. He was sleeping soundly in his bed with no signs of problems.
“Thank god…” I say out loud.
“Cute kid.” The man said from the door way. I grabbed the bat instinctively now and face him.
“If you think you are going to have your way with me now just because you saved me you have another thing coming!” I groaned as I lifted the bat. He stepped forward and disarmed me now. He led me to the restroom after some searching. He picked me up and sat me on the sink like I was a school girl. It was almost arousing if I wasn’t in mind numbing pain between my legs.
“My name is Dywane Washington. I’m a paramedic who lives a couple floors down from you. I’ve seen you in the lobby a few times with your son.” He said as he reached for my shirt. I smacked his hand and pushed him away.
“Just what are you doing, Dywane?” I say flustered at his looks. He took the hood off his head and revealed his handsome face to me then reached for his bag. He pulled out some bandages and some ointment.
“I was serious about bandaging you up. If you won’t go to the hospital then I have to at least do this much for you.” He demanded. I started into his hazel colored eyes and saw truth and honesty in them. Something I haven’t seen in a man in years. It was disarming. A feeling that I didn’t welcome, but couldn’t resist at the moment. My shirt came over my head with a cringe from me and fell to the floor. He took a rag and wet it in the sink with warm water. Then he cleaned my side with it. His touch was gently yet filled with strength. Goosebumps rose all over my body as it reacted to his cleansing.
“You save rape victims often Hero?” I asked sarcastically as I tried to regain my composure. He chuckled to himself and applied the ointment to my ribcage. It was cool to the touch the felt warm and soothing.
“Hero? I’m nothing of the sort. I’m a paramedic that’s all. But I’m not going to sit there and watch two grown punk ass men abuse a woman.” He said with conviction. He took his time gently applying the bandage to my ribs. It took forever as he meticulously made sure the bandage was tight and supportive.
“Thanks. I don’t have money to spare for you Hero.” I say guarding my pocket that held the money. He laughed again at me. I’m glad I was such an entertaining event.
“I don’t want your money. Just your name.” he said packing up his stuff.
“You should get a better game plan for picking up women.” I joked.
“And you should go to the hospital and file a report against those two idiots. But I can’t see you doing that.” He said slinging his bag over his shoulders. He was right. I wasn’t going to any hospital. I’m going to a grocery store so breakfast can be waiting for my sleeping child.
“I’ll take an Advil and a shower, and I’ll be alright.” I smirked. He went to the door with a smile on his face.
“You don’t have to be the strongest woman in the world you know. Just go and have an exam.” He ordered. I opened the door and let him walk out of it. He turned and gave me a once over and smiled, a perfect smile that could melt the strongest of woman.
“Thanks for your concern. Thanks for your bandages. Oh and by the way, the name is Jordan. Have a good night.” I say to him. He nods and I close the door. After finding a couple pain relievers in the medicine cabinet and running a hot bathe I sat in the water and let it soothe my aching parts. I scrubbed and scrubbed trying to wash off the day’s filth. I just wanted to be cleaned, needed to be cleaned. The water soothed me into the sleep my body craved and I fed into the darkness again. The ever so warm darkness of unconsciousness.
