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Here Kitty, Kitty
(Author Unknown)

    

    Mack:

    

    He said I could call him Fritz. He didn't look like any Fritz I had ever seen. A Fritz is supposed to be small and maybe even cuddly like Fritz the cat. This Fritz was as big as a small vehicle. He was strong also. I know this because he demonstrated his strength by open-handedly slapping me on the side of my head so hard I hit the floor and saw stars. Incidentally he was also black as midnight. Not the various shades of brown or tan we've started calling black.

    "I got your attention now?" he inquired. I indicated he did by bobbing my head but only once. It hurt to do more than that. "That's good, man, 'cause I don't want to hurt you. I mean I will, of course, but I won't like it. You're behind and getting farther behind every day. Mister York don't like it when you get behind with your payments. You got something for me today?"

    I got slowly to my feet and paid him what I had in my wallet. The day I borrowed the five thousand dollars from York was one sorry fucking day. I watched Fritz count the money while his eyes flicked to me now and then. 

    "You are still short, Mack," he said. "Let's try to keep up so I won't have to talk to you about it again."  He turned and walked out the door.  Fucking right, I didn't want to talk to him again...anytime.

    I tried to borrow money from the banks but they were having none of that. A friend and I opened a computer business, selling and servicing of computers.  It was doomed from the start because we had no capital to operate on until we had a customer base. 

    A friend of a friend told my partner about a guy who made unsecured loans and I went to see Marvin York.  Marvin agreed to lend us the money and the interest was staggering but we were desperate so I agreed and he handed me five grand in cash. Cash was to be the medium of weekly repayment. 

    The only trouble is I didn't have any more money and none in the offering that I knew about.  My partner in the business was Don Arnold and Don was long gone. The cowardly prick loaded his shit in the dark of night and hauled ass out of town.

    I used up all our savings to get started and used the money I got from Marvin York to get computers and components to sell.  While we waited for the money to come pouring in I tinkered with some software programs and even offered some of them for sale. 

    I still think we would have been okay if the economy hadn't tanked like it had. Money got tight and people didn't upgrade computers like they had before the bottom fell out of the stock market. 

    When I was late on the weekly payments to Marvin York and Fritz apparently called at the shop, frowned at Don, and scared the shit out of him. There was a loud sucking sound because Don left town in such a hurry.  Don wasn't a bad person. He was a fucking coward.

    Fritz's first visit to me was scary but non-violent. His second visit, this one, was somewhat violent but nowhere as bad as he said it would be next time. 

    My wife, Kitty, was home by the time I got home. Kitty was working as a waitress at a downtown restaurant while we waited for the computer shop to take-off.

    "Mack, what happened to your face?" she asked after taking one look at me. I finally broke-down and told her the truth. 

    "You borrowed money from a loan shark?" she asked me rather loudly I thought. "Are you out of your freekin' mind?"

    "He's not a loan shark," I told her. Even as I explained about Mister York, it sounded lame to me. 

    "Of course he's a loan shark!" Kitty said. "Banks and reputable lenders do not send out big men to hurt the borrower, you moron!"

    How could I have been so stupid? Of course I was indebted to a loan shark. Why hadn't I seen that before now? Kitty got out her calculator and started punching the keys. 

    "If and when you ever get the loan paid off you will have paid in excess of fifty thousand dollars," Kitty announced. "The trouble is the interest is so steep you'll never get any money paid on the principal." She went on to inform me that if I paid off the loan this minute it would take twelve thousand dollars. That was sobering information.  I knew I was in deep shit.

    

    Kitty tells the story:

    

    Mack is a sweet intelligent man in most things. Money matters, not so much. He can make a computer do things that you wouldn't believe but can't balance a checkbook. I got the name of Mack's loan shark and went to see Mister Marvin York without telling Mack. It would cost me a day's wages but I knew I had to get on top of that loan business or we would surely sink.

    Marvin York wasn't hard to find. I suppose a loan shark would have to be readily available. Anyway I explained our circumstances and he listened attentively until I finished. I couldn't help but notice two things. One, Mister York was a nice looking black man and two, there was another black man in the office and he was mean looking and huge. I deduced he was the man who had jacked Mack's jaw.

    "I understand your problem, Mrs. Martin," Marvin York said when I finished. "I hope you can understand mine. I make my money by lending it out and I expect a reasonable return on the investment.  I couldn't afford to loan money to people, such as your husband, if I didn't charge interest."

    "Reasonable? You call two thousand percent a week reasonable?" I said. He just smiled at me. "Look, if you could hold off a few months until I get my income tax refund I could pay it all off at once." I wasn't at all sure my refund would be enough to make a payment that large but at least it would give us some breathing room.

    "No, I'm sorry I can't do that," he said shaking his head slowly as if he hated telling me something so sad. "I expect payment in cash or in goods every time and on time."

    "But the amount is so...what do you mean cash or goods?"

    "From time to time I am willing to take my payments out in trade if the customer is young and pretty such as you, Mrs. Martin," he said.  "You have something I want and that something has a value."

    It took a few moments for that statement to sink in. I was pretty sure he didn't want me to wait on his table so that didn't leave much to trade.  I wasn't sure if I should be pissed-off or flattered. I left his office without responding to such an astounding suggestion.

    I am not unaware that men find me attractive. I don't understand it but I own a mirror so I know what I look like.  I exercise and work to stay in reasonable shape. I used to go to a gym but since Mack's business opening caused tight funds, I workout at home. I went by the computer shop to inform Mack that I had not been successful.

    

    Mack: 

    

    When Kitty told me what York said I didn't know whether to cuss or laugh. I mean, hell yes Kitty is a gorgeous woman and any man would love to bed her. If fact Kitty has a body to die for. She has a nice rack but it's not excessively large and a great ass. At twenty-four she is one hot momma. She had flaming red hair but not the normal skin tone of a redhead. She doesn't have any freckles except a light dusting across the bridge of her nose. She tans to a light copper hue like a brunette. 

    After Kitty left to see if she could salvage part of a day at the restaurant, I tinkered with a computer but my mind was on the Marvin York problem. Unless some long lost relative died and left me a bunch of money, the future didn't look very bright.

    Now there was another wrinkle to deal with. Kitty. Sweet innocent Kitty was a factor that had to be considered. To be honest I felt myself flush at some of my thoughts. I found myself wondering just how much of the debt could be made to go away using Kitty as a medium instead of cash. 

    I suddenly envisioned a naked Kitty, with a naked Marvin York and that image changed from Marvin to that mountain that walks like a man, Fritz. I chastised myself for thinking such thoughts and dry scrubbed my face to make the image go away.

    

    Kitty:

    

    Poor Mack thinks I'm such an innocent. It was funny but we never talked about our lives before there was an 'us'. I don't know why we didn't and I would have never lied to Mack. Of course there were men before he came along just as I'm sure there were women in his life.

    I had sex the first time when I was...oh, let's say eighteen so I won't sound like such a teenage slut. Don Reynolds was my first. We did it in the back of his father's car. Don didn't last as long as I would have liked but he lasted long enough to make it a very enjoyable first experience. 

    I liked sex the first time and every time after that. By the time I got to college where I met Mack I was...well let's say I had some experience. I knew the way around a man's body and especially his cock very well. 

    Mack was different from the boys I usually dated. He was serious and super smart. I saw something in Mack that led me to the conclusion we could be happy and well-off.  The happy came immediately but the well-off part had yet to make an appearance. 

    So I turned Mister York on. Big deal. I hadn't taken his proposal very serious but I had thought about it since then. York wasn't hard on the eyes but his...whatever that thing was, scared me a little. Henchman, cohort, buddy or whatever was one big mean looking dude.

    Somehow in high school and freshman year at college I missed having sex with any man of color. There was one boy from India that almost scored but something failed to come up. How had I missed sex with a black man? One of life's mysteries I guess. I certainly didn't harbor any racial prejudice so that wasn't the reason.

    Anyway a week went by before Marvin York's offer came up again. That creature of his paid another visit to Mack and really knocked him around.  Poor Mack was so bruised and sore he could hardly walk.

    When I told Mack I needed to go talk to York again he suddenly got very still. He looked funny with both eyes blacken but there was nothing funny about any of this mess.

    "No, Kitty," he said trying not to move his head. "I'll think of something."

    "Any idea what that might be, Mack?" I asked him. "No? I didn't think so. Maybe I can get some kind of deal worked out."

    "You know what the deal is," Mack said. "I don't..."

    "Hush," I said gently. "It's a wonder you didn't get hurt bad and next time you might not be as lucky. What's the worst that can happen if I talk to him? Maybe I can stall him until some money comes in."

    Mack wasn't very happy about me contacting Marvin York again but I could see no other alternative. A video game company had expressed some interest in a game he offered them so maybe...

    "Okay," York said when I told him we should talk. "You come here Friday night at seven o'clock and we'll chat. Be ready to go to work," he added with a deep chuckle. "I prefer a shaved smooth pussy." What gall the man had. 

    I made arrangements to be off on Saturday and Sunday, just in case.  I was surprisingly calm about meeting with him. I shouldn't have been calm.  I should have been scared to death.

    I arrived by taxi at the same office I was in earlier but we didn't stay there. With the huge ugly man driving, Marvin York took me to his apartment which was about ten blocks farther uptown.

    Whatever else he was, York was a smooth operator. He welcomed me to his home and put a glass of an expensive red wine in my hand. The wine was a rare treat because Sammy and I couldn't afford such luxuries. Our wine, when we had it, came with a screw-top. We sat on a long leather sofa and talked as we sipped the wine. I felt calm being there. After all we were just negotiating.  Or so I thought.

    "So tell me, Kitty," Marvin said. "What value do you put on your pussy?" For a moment I couldn't understand what he was asking. Then it dawned on me but I couldn't think of an answer. "I mean you are proposing a trade. Your commodity for my cash so what's the value?" My lips moved but no words came out.

    "How about this?" he said. "Sammy's obligated to pay me five hundred dollars a week.  Let's assume that your pussy is grade A and that if you were a call-girl you would charge five hundred dollars a pop. I think..."

    "Wait a damned minute," I said finding my voice. "If I were a call-girl I would charge more than five hundred dollars. I would be in the fifteen hundred to two thousand dollar range. Five hundred dollars wouldn't even buy you a hand-job!" I had no idea what any call-girl charged but I knew five hundred dollars sounded low.

    "Now we're getting somewhere," he said with a grin. "We have some numbers on the table to consider. I'll admit you are a hot looking chick but two thousand dollars? I don't think so. Maybe, and that's just a maybe, you might command fifteen hundred after a day in a beauty shop or a spa but let's say fifteen hundred dollars for a weekend." Suddenly this got very serious and I wasn't sure how to proceed. The "talking' had become negotiating. 

    "Now when I say weekend I should define the parameters," Marvin said.  "A weekend starts on Friday night and continues through Sunday night.  During that time you belong to me."

    "What exactly does that mean?" I asked my voice sounding a little squeaky.  

    "You do what I say to do, when I say to do it. You will be my sex toy to play with any way I see fit. In one weekend you could work off three weeks of the vig."

    "No," I said. "Hell no! I am not interested in paying off the unreal, not to mention the illegal, interest you charge. I want to pay off the principal. I give you two weekends and the debt is paid in full."

    Marvin York countered with four weekends and we settled on three weekends. I knew I was basically selling myself into slavery but it seemed the right thing to do. I suggested we start in two weeks and he laughed.

    "No, Kitty with the nice titty. We start tonight. Scoot closer and let us get to know one another."

    Suddenly this stopped being something that I needed to do weeks away. Now it was something that was about to happen right now and my heart was racing like mad.

    "Well, Kitty," Marvin York said, moving his hand behind my neck and gently pulling me closer to him. "Before this week end is over you will have sucked cock and had your sweet pussy eaten more than once."

    He leaned toward me as he spoke and planted a kiss on my mouth, gently at first then with more intensity.

    I didn't have the will to resist. Marvin York continued to kiss me sticking his tongue into my mouth and placing his hand on the top expose part of my breast. We kissed and Marvin fondled me for several more minutes until I began to shake. 

    "Kitty, did you shave your cunt for me?" he asked softly as he nuzzled my neck and stroked the top of my breast.

    I didn't answer so he lowered his hand on my breast until he found my nipple through the dress.

    "Did you shave your cunt, Kitty?" he asked applying pressure to the nipple. When I still didn't answer he pinched my nipple hard.

    I whimpered and sat up straight, "Yesss," I cried.

    "Yes what, Kitty?" Marvin asked.

    "Yes I shaved my... my..."  He pinched the nipple again, but not quite as hard, but hard enough. "My cunt," I said. "I shaved my cunt like you said to do."

    "Very good," Marvin said and begun to kiss me again while rolling my hard nipple in his fingers.

    After nearly fifteen minutes I was breathing hard and kissing him back, giving back as good as I was getting.

    At a touch of the remote control the music changed to a pulsating deep drum beat.

    "Stand up, Kitty," he commanded. "I want you to take off your dress for me. Do it slowly."

    I slowly got to my feet and stood before the huge black man. Now the music was louder and I knew that I should be feeling revulsion or...something, but strangely I didn't. I felt a sense of excitement along with a little fear of the unknown.

    I closed my eyes and swayed to the intoxicating beat of the music and it was almost like my hands had some command from someone other than myself. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress.