Becoming Bad (Interracial Gangbang Sex) E-Book

Jenna Powers

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Christine is a struggling chemistry teacher and her husband is jobless. He is diagnosed with cancer and they're low on money. She stumbles upon a news story about a meth lab that was recently busted and notices one of her students running away. The drug is just chemistry to her, the problem is distribution. She meets with four black men to distribute with but cash isn't what they have in mind...

Warning! This 12,526 word explicit story contains black MMMM / Caucasian F, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, triple penetration, creampies, anal creampies, and even squirting! Christine really starts off with a bang in her path to becoming bad!

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Becoming Bad

By Jenna Powers

Christine sat in disbelief as she stared at the doctor, clutching her husband's hand.  In recent months, her husband, Walt, had been collapsing or blanking out entirely.  She had thought it was due to the stress, with him recently being laid off at the auto company.  Now it all began to make sense as the doctor stared at the couple.

"Are you sure?"  She asked.

"Yes, it's cancer.  If we start therapy now we have a twenty percent chance of getting it out of him."  The doctor replied.

"That's it?  Twenty percent?"  Walt lashed out.

Christine stared off and noticed that there was a little ink blot on the doctor's shirt.  The two voices drowned out as she wondered if a pen had recently broken on him or if accidentally marked his shirt.  Her mind moved on, questioning the doctor's credentials.  If he couldn't keep a clean shirt, how reliable could he be?

"Christine!"  Walt growled.

She snapped back to the doctor's office and stared at her husband.

"Come on, let's go."  He said as he stood up.  "I've heard enough."

"What?  What about the therapy?  We need to get you an appointment.  Start this now!"  She replied.

The doctor nodded in agreement.

"Come on, we'll talk about this outside."  He answered angrily.

Walt left the office, swinging the door wildly.  Christine shook the doctor's hand as she stood up.

"I'm sorry Dr. Kim, he's been under a lot of stress."  Christine apologized.

The doctor stood and shook his head.  "It happens all the time.  Look, you need to convince your husband. I'm very close with Dr. Bonner, and he's one of the leading experts in radioactive therapy."

Christine nodded and followed her husband out.  He was sitting at the waiting room, fuming.  His face was red, ready to pop at a moment's notice.  The tapping of Christine’s heels on the tiled floor grabbed his attention.  For a moment, she saw the true sadness in his eyes as he soaked in the doctor’s words.

“Walt, what’s going on?  Why are you avoiding the treatment?”  Christine asked as she sat next to Walt, making sure to hold down her short black skirt to avoid any flashing of her thong.

“What’s going on?  What do you mean, what’s going on?  You heard him.  I have cancer!  And his stupid treatment gives me a twenty percent chance of surviving?  Did you hear how much that costs?”  He spewed out.

“Walt, honey, twenty percent is better than zero percent.  As for the cost of the treatment, insurance can cover a lot of it.”  Christine replied.

“Really?  The school’s health insurance plan is going to cover my cancer treatment?  And somehow, on whatever remains, you’re job is going to pay for that?”  He replied angrily, his words hitting her like painful acid.

Christine stared at the ground.  She was a chemistry teacher, teaching freshmen and sophomores in high school.  Unfortunately for her, the school was more towards the lower end of the spectrum when it came to intellectuals.  With the school being rated so badly, there was little room for high salaries or bonuses, and the health insurance program they offered were truly bare bones.

“Look, I think you should still get the treatment.  We’ll get the money somehow.”  Christine answered hopefully.

Walt shook his head and covered his face with his hands.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to lash out.  It’s just... it’s too much.”

Christine gave her husband a calming hug and stared at the television.  A news anchor was on, standing in front of a rundown home with police cars surrounding the area.  The news flash at the bottom mentioned that a meth lab had recently been found by police and the DEA were arriving shortly for a drug bust.  As the camera panned to the house, she noticed a figure hop out from the side.  It was brief, but the braided hairstyle and the clothes immediately caught her eye.

“Maurice?”  She whispered as she squinted.

The figure ran off, clutching onto his baggy jeans.  It appeared that no one had caught him hopping out from the side, not even the news anchor standing and pointing at the house.  He quickly disappeared into the crowd.  The wheels in her head began to turn as she stared at the television.  Walt’s brother was a DEA agent, and was most likely on his way to the scene.  She could call and turn Maurice in, using the footage, or...

“Come on, let’s go.”  Walt muttered as he stood.

Christine snapped out of her thoughts and stood with him.  The two made their way out towards their little hybrid car.  She couldn’t help but turn and look at the television on her way out.  If she was right and the person hopping out was Maurice, there would be a chance, a small chance, that she’d be able to pay for Walt’s radioactive therapy sessions.

The drive back home was filled with silence as Walt stared out the window while Christine drove.  It wasn’t long before they reached their home.  Walt hopped out and headed to the door while Christine stayed in the car.

“You coming?”  Walt asked.

Christine opened the window and stuck her head out.  “Why don’t you go get some rest?  I need to run a couple of errands.”

Walt shrugged and headed into the house as Christine backed out her car.  She vaguely remembered where Maurice used to live.  It was near the projects, which is one place she didn’t want to go.  But, he did have a friend, a high school dropout, a kid who went by the name Weasel.  Christine knew exactly where Weasel would be and sped off towards the mall.

While driving, her mind was processing.  She had seen news on methamphetamine, or meth, before but paid no attention to it.  To her, it was just another simple man made chemical compound, a puzzle that just needed the right pieces.  If she could get to Maurice, she’d be able to get the pieces of the puzzle and sell the drug on the side.  It was a crazy plan, but she was in a desperate mode.

She parked in the mall parking lot and stepped out, scanning the area for Weasel.  He was usually hanging out in the parking lot, usually testing car doors to see if they were open.  As if on cue, she saw him in the distance, testing a large SUV.  She smiled as she stood up, making sure to straighten her short black skirt.  Her blouse was a bit ruffled and she smoothed it as best as she could as she closed the door and walked towards the direction of Weasel.

Weasel was a tall, extremely skinny teen who had dropped out his sophomore year.  His nickname came from the way his face looked, coupled with his wiry body.  As she neared, she saw him look up and panic, moving side to side and practically walking in circles.

"Weasel!"  She shouted.

"Uh... hey Mrs. Brown."  He replied quietly as he awkwardly slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Hey, don't try to walk off.  I'm not here for you.  I'm looking for Maurice."  She informed him.

He looked around, scanning the area.  Christine wasn't sure what he was looking for.

"So... like... are we in trouble or something... or?"

Christine sighed as she crossed her arms.  "Look, I don't have time for idle chat.  No one is in trouble, I just need to know where Maurice is."

He scratched his dirty [...]