The Lactating Crackwhore

 

 

Her name was Paige, though she also called herself Paula. She was hanging out with Julio. He was cooking powder into rock for the lady who dealt out of the Esquire Club down on Maple Ave a block from where I lived.

She had given birth to a child a few days before I met her, so she wouldn't give Julio any pussy. She also said that she didn't give head. This left Julio in somewhat of a quandary. It was anybody's guess what he thought he was going to achieve. The absolute best that he could hope for was a hand-job. The child had been taken from her at birth a few days previous. She was still lactating. Julio would approach her with his member exposed, and she would squirt a bit of the Milk of Human Kindness upon the Offending Instrument. I think he really felt like an idiot, because everyone knew that he wasn't getting any. And yet he was giving her the fruit of his labors. Julio did not smoke rock. He just cooked it up for the lady at the club so he could have some of the skimmings as a medium of exchange for his true obsession - white girl pussy. This is the same Julio who was hanging all over the one-legged parolee crackwhore a few weeks prior to Paige's arrival. He was not a bad looking guy. He also wasn't too discriminating in his tastes. I think the principle quality he sought in a woman was white skin and a pulse.

You'd think that scoring rock consistently would be a problem given her physical limitations as a result of recently expelling another diminished expectation on the planet. But she still managed to be fed the rocks without putting out, or even giving head. She was not bad looking at all, though also not comely. But she stood her ground and still received the corners of the field from Julio's illicit schemes.

I thought Julio was an idiot, but he was so hard up for snatch that he didn't see the inefficacy of his efforts. On the other hand, I was so desperate for anything to keep the chaos circulating that I welcome that crew into my sanctuary and encouraged, and joined in, their wild celebrations.

Paige/Paula ended up at the other neighbor's apartment. He was a Lebanese guy named Gino. I doubt if she put out over there either, but she did brag to me that she was dancing naked on the coffee table for them all night. I figure they made it worth her while to debase herself like that, unless she was just doing it out of habit to keep herself in practice. She would show up at odd hours in front of my door for weeks afterward, and I would make excuses from behind the door.

All the crackwhores meld into one in my mind until I'm left with the sweaty, non-English speaking, one-legged, lactating crackwhore newly released from Dawson State Jail who smokes all Julio's dope without giving him a ride in that wild chinchilla.

The image of the milk leaving her breast to land on Julio's uncircumcised cock while the smoke hung heavy in the air is burned into my brain and fixed in place. She walked around the apartment all night with her tits just pushed up out of her bra to expose her nipples. She had the high-beams on continuously. I suppose it had something to do with the liquid nourishment just under the surface. She was so cheerful. It is truly a shame that she refused to practice fellatio. I would have accepted it from her at the time be it ever so toothsome.