Ramona had butterflies in her stomach this morning. She had been dreading this day for the past four weeks. She looked at the clock. It was already mid-morning and they would be here to pick her up in about an hour or so.
All she could think about were those fierce men that loaned her husband the money he owed. Sixteen thousand dollars. Ted must have been out of his mind the night he borrowed that kind of money. Sure, he had a gambling problem, but he never spent that kind of money before he met those thugs. Those brutal gangsters down on Van Dyke Ave. That was the home of the Black Ravens. An all-black motorcycle club located just north of downtown Detroit.
That was a neighborhood you just didn’t get caught in the middle of the night. You could get robbed or even killed if you were white and looked like you were lost or suspicious. How Ted got mixed up with anyone from that club was mind-boggling in itself. Ted loved to frequent the casinos in downtown Detroit. He never spent much money though. He always set a limit of fifty dollars each Saturday night he would visit one of the downtown casinos.
One night about a month ago Ted was playing blackjack when an attractive blonde approached him and started to flirt with him. Ted got her a drink and continued playing blackjack. He started to win that night.
Soon, his fifty-dollar investment turned into a couple of thousand dollars. This sexy blonde woman that had been hanging on Ted soon disappeared. She returned shortly afterward with her boyfriend. He was a guy they called Anaconda. He was a black guy. Very tough, built like a gorilla, and stood at 6’6″ tall.
This woman they called Vickie was the girlfriend of this black guy named Anaconda. She had gone and told her boyfriend about Ted’s good gambling luck at the blackjack table, so Anaconda wanted to have a look at this guy having all the luck that night. Vickie introduced Anaconda to Ted that night. Anaconda bought Ted a couple of drinks. They got chummy and soon after, Anaconda laid out a wade of money on the table and wanted Ted to play it for him.
Ted won a few rounds. Anaconda kept putting his money down for Ted to play. Things soon turned ugly when Ted lost his luck and lost all the cash. Anaconda wanted Ted to pay up saying it was his fault. Things got even uglier later that night when Ted started to get in his car to leave.
Anaconda and a few of his friends were waiting for him. They threatened Ted, even took his wallet, and started going through it looking for cash. They had Ted drive to the nearest ATM machine and withdraw all the money he could. One thousand, five hundred dollars they got that night and they still wanted the rest of what Ted owed. Anaconda took pictures of Ramona that night from Ted’s wallet and made a note of the address.
The next day Anaconda and a few of his thugs showed up at the front door while Ted was at work. Ramona was scared to death when Anaconda and his friends entered the house. Ramona had no idea what they were going to do that afternoon. Anaconda kept looking at her like she was a tramp. The conversation wasn’t long. Anaconda simply wanted his money.
Ramona even offered Anaconda some jewelry but he wasn’t interested. Ramona did cough up a hundred dollars she had hidden inside her purse. Anaconda kept staring at Ramona ordering her to turn around. He wanted a better look at the housewife-mother. Ramona was indeed very attractive. She was 5″6″ with long blonde hair. Rather slim with a tiny waist and a pair of large full breasts that would please any man.
It was very clear what Anaconda wanted and that made Ramona very nervous. She was wearing a tight pair of shorts that afternoon with a silk black top and white sneakers. Anaconda tried to imagine how Ramona would look dressed in something sexy.
After what seemed like hours to Ramona, Anaconda finally made her an offer. “Look. We’ll forget about the money your husband owes me if you agree to my terms.” Ramona looked pleadingly up at the tall muscular black man standing in her living room. She nervously replied. “What’s that?” Anaconda laughed. “I want you to spend a weekend down at the club. After that, we’ll forget about the money your old man owes me. Deal!” Ramona was so nervous she opened her mouth but no words could come out.
In a cracking scared voice, she finally replied. “Okay, I’ll do as you want. My husband won’t owe you anything if I agree, right?” Anaconda and his thugs laughed. He replied. “No. Not a thing.” Anaconda said his girlfriend would call later in the week and give her a list of things to buy for that weekend.
He almost started to leave but turned back around just as he was going out the door and said. “You got kids don’t you?” Ramona replied, “Yes. Two. A boy and a girl.” Anaconda stepped back into the house and paused as he stared at the frightened housewife. He looked her straight in the eyes and asked, “You on the pill?” Ramona replied nervously, “Yes.” Anaconda replied in a demanding tone of voice, “Get them.”
Ramona hurriedly rushed toward the dining room where she kept her purse and pulled out the packet of birth control pills. She brought them into the front room holding the packet out for Anaconda. He grabbed the pills out of her hand and slid open the package. The package was brand new, no pills were missing yet.
Ramona volunteered, “I will stop taking them tomorrow.” Anaconda closed the packet reading the doctor's name on the outside of the case. He then slipped it into his jacket pocket then stared at Ramona and said, “You’re going to stop taking these as of right now. Do you understand?”
Ramona had tears in her eyes as she nervously replied. “Yes.” Anaconda added, “I know this doctor. If I find out you called him for another refill I’m going to want my money. You do exactly what I say and don’t tell your old man anything about the pills. Do you understand?” Ramona was almost crying as she replied, “Yes.” Anaconda turned and walked out the door.
That was the last, Ramona never heard from him. Anaconda’s girlfriend, Vickie, called a couple of days later and verbally gave Ramona a list of things to purchase and how she was supposed to be dressed the day she would be picked up. The list included high heels with at least 6″ spikes with straps around the ankles, a pair of black thongs, an open half-black bra that holds up the breasts but leaves them completely loose, and large-size condoms.
Also on the list was a black mini skirt and a black top. Ramona started to dress up. Thank God the kids were visiting friends for the weekend. They wouldn’t see their mother dressed like a slut leaving the house that day. Ted was out in the living room pacing the floor as Ramona adjusted the black skirt around her tiny waist.
She had to sit in a chair as she slipped on those high heels. It took a couple of minutes to hook the thin straps around her thin ankles. She applied rich red lipstick to her lips as she was instructed and finished with a tiny splash of perfume.
She looked in the full-length mirror. She looked much younger than her thirty-four years. She looked like someone who was single and ready to go out hitting the clubs to pick up men. “Oh!” She almost forgot. She grabbed her wedding rings with her right finger and started to wiggle them off her left hand. She tucked them safely into her jewelry box and closed the lid. She took one last look in the mirror and shut off the light before heading out into the living room where Ted was pacing the floor.
Ted took one long look at his gorgeous blonde wife and sighed. Ramona nervously grabbed her purse off the table and sat down on the sofa to wait for her ride. Ted sat down next to her rubbing the palm of his hand on her knee. “Honey. I’m really sorry you have to do this.” Ramona pushed Ted’s hand away, “Ted. Just shut up and leave me alone right now.” She was mad because Ted even allowed this to happen.
If he never went to that casino that night they would not be in this mess. Ted already promised her he would never gamble again. Let’s just see if he holds his word. The sound of a car door closing filled the front room. A moment later there was a knock at the front door.
Ramona stood up and opened the door. A woman stood on the porch smiling. “Hey, I’m Vickie. You must be Ramona?” Ramona cracked a slight smile as she let Vickie into the house.
Vickie looked over at Ted who was still seated on the sofa then turned to Ramona and said, “Are you ready?” Ramona nodded then reached for her purse staring at her husband one last time. Vickie placed her hand on Ramona’s purse and said. “Do you have your cell phone?” Ramona replied, “Yes I do.” Vickie replied as she looked over at Ted, “Good. You can keep him updated during the weekend.” Vickie then said to Ted, “Stay close to the phone. Your wife will be calling you with lots of updates.”
As soon as the front door shut, Ted stood up and watched his lovely wife get into the car with Vickie, and watched until they were out of sight.
They arrived at some shady-looking place, and boy, the first thing Ramona saw when she entered the room was a thick and veiny, dark chocolate dick dangling between Anaconda’s legs.
Ramona looked with fear as Anaconda approached her with a smirk on his face. The kind of look that a hungry lion would have when it sees its juicy prey.
Anaconda stroked Ramona’s hair and smelt it with passion as his dick got harder and harder, and started throbbing with excitement. At that moment, Ramona knew she was in for the fuck of her life, and she started moaning softly with the tone of both fear and arousal.