Three White Man - One Black Girl by Laisha Lax Page A

with bad boys at the university. The guys were selling variety of drugs to the college kids. They had every known and unknown pill, and their catalog of drugs contained cocaine, MDMA, LSD and ecstasy – all substances that people liked to experiment with while studying.
    I rarely used any of it, and so did they. We weren’t junkies and we didn’t want to get addicted to any of that shit, we only smoked weed or get drunk if wanted to have some fun. Yet, being part of something secret and forbidden was turning me on. Also, the boys were kind to me and they treated me like a princess. I didn’t fall in love with any them, they actually didn’t look like gang of dealers. We were more like regular average kids who earned more money than the professors who were teaching us. However, they were flattered by my presence because I was very attractive girl, I had long curly hair, big breasts, tight waist and long legs. Herd of young boys was hitting on me, especially guys from a football team who were telling me that I should become a cheerleader. There was nothing less alluring then being a part of cheering zombies who jump around in front of the crowed. I satisfied my sexual needs with few older guys without actually being in any kind of relationship. I just liked good fuck, especially if we did it in forbidden places like in toilet at the college or in a pantry.
    My trouble began when I was waiting for a new shipment. We were buying it from some local mobsters who gave us reasonable price for certain quantity. We would park our car in one ally in the middle of a day and they would load everything in a trunk disguised underneath the beer kegs. That day was the same, but something strange was going on when I noticed that they loaded everything and ran away. I was sitting on a backseat and I panicked when I noticed that they my boys and dealers ran away, leaving me in a car with the truck full of drugs open. It didn’t pass long till I found out that they ran away because they were raided.
    The police busted their warehouse in the middle of our transaction. Police squad found me in the car and I was immediately arrested with long list of charges. They found my boys and they arrested them too. I freaked out because I knew that my step-daddy, a cop himself, would not be happy when his colleagues tell him that they arrested his daughter.
    That was how I ended up in a local prison, alone, without my boys. We were in a police department where they had special cell for arrested people and I was all alone in a cell, waiting for judge to call us on a first hearing before they throw us in jail.
    As I was waiting for procedure to unfold, I was trembling in fear knowing that in any given moment my daddy would come to my cell. I knew that he would be the first one who would come to punish me for my misbehavior and the fact that I ashamed him.
    The night fall and they told us that they would keep us there for twenty-four hours. It was cold in a cell and I was lonely because there was nobody there and I couldn’t hear anybody. It was a cell only for females and apparently, no other female that night did something forbidden.  I was trying to figure out what I would tell the judge on a first hearing and hundreds of lies were running through my mind. I didn’t know what my boys told to the police and I was scared that they told everything. That would mean that I was part of the gang and that I was also a dealer. I couldn’t lie and tell them that I didn’t know what they were doing, or that I was only a girlfriend of one guy. I felt so miserable and I was scared. I cried, alone in my cell.
    Than my daddy entered the cell.
    I glanced up, tears continued to fall down my face and I wished strongly that I could run into his arms and cry like a little girl, knowing that he would protect me from any kind of punishment. At first he was silent, he didn’t say a single word or make any move. He looked at me with his face red in anger as if he