The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 7

Playing with Stacie

I was pretty sure Lacy was using. In fact I was sure it was the reason I had been made his Lt, the others knew and it was my job to pick up the slack. So long as it stayed casual use and didn’t start to interfere with the running of the corner I could handle it. As long as he showed up some of the time I could use his name to keep people in line, sooner or later I was going to have to start using my own name but my reputation wasn’t there yet. So I sat and watched the product move, my breath misting in the air in front of me, it was almost fully dark. One of my spotter came running down the street, there had been no cry about polices or another gang so the crew didn’t stop working. The lad kept his distance, shifting nervously from one foot to the other until I gave him a nod of acknowledgement. Bex was coming. It was rare for her to go near a corner and he didn’t know what it meant but didn’t want to catch a beating for not warning me.

I stood and his eye showed terror, maybe my reputation was better than I thought, leaving his post for no good reason could get him a beating all by itself. To do him credit he didn’t back down as a walked closer. He was a good kid, kid ha he was maybe six months older than me but to me he seemed to be a kid, I put my hand on his shoulder and the look of relief that washed over his face was almost painful. He ran off before I had chances to change my mind about him and I leant on a wall to wait.

Bex came round the corner strutting like a tom cat. I wouldn’t let a girl walk alone at night around here but only a mad man would have attacked Bex and he would have to be a strong mad man for her not to break them in half. Even wrapped up against the cold she looked damn good, she gave off an presence of raw sexuality or maybe it was just me, she got looks somewhere between fear and lust from the rest of the crew.

“Alreet Bex, Lacy isn’t here, gone to take care of some personal business” I didn’t think she was looking for Lacy but it was his corner and would be bad form not to act like it.

“Alreet Rave, I was looking for you not Lacy. I want to have a word” She said.

At a glance the lads nearest me moved to a distance where they could only just overhear what was said and pretended not to be listening hard. I nodded to Bex to make sure she knew that what was said would be public knowledge by the time these lads found a phone.

“I have a new play thing” she said with a smile “Stacie finally broke, she is mine now”

“I do hope she is worth it, seems like a lot of work for one pretty girl” I replied

“Oh she will be believe me. I am having a little get to know her party Saturday night. You and Faye will come” it wasn’t a request. We spent another 5 minutes talking about nothing then she pressed a piece of paper into my hand with an address on it. With every other lad there I watched her tight backside as she walked away and then I went back to watching my crew work.

Faye had gotten me to drop almost £40 on sexy underwear for her to wear to the party, I wasn’t allowed to see her in it. We walked in comfortable silence across the estate, the address was in one of the better tower blocks closer to the edge of the estate. It was strange the difference that a few streets could make. I found the block and headed on up.

I was let into a fairly large flat, it didn’t look like anyone lived there, I didn’t know the gang had a place out her. It was more than likely that it was an old drop point that no one had ever moved back into. The where getting to be more and more empty places on the estate, most became squats for the smack-heads and other dead beats, and the gangs must have taken over quite a few over the years. Taz and Amy where there and we sat down by them and passed around a bottle. Inviting Taz was some kind of power play on Bex’s part but I couldn’t see what she was going for. Others arrived including Stacie who was lead straight to a back room. There were 6 lads including myself, Taz and Mike who Bex had been playing with while waiting for Stacie. I was glad the lad would no longer be Bex’s main toy, he was starting to look a little over used. There were 8 girls including Stacie, Bex Amy and Faye.

Two of the girls were sent back to get Stacie ready. Bex walked over to us.

“I have found a problem with my new play thing. Her skin is too perfect, I love the soft smooth finish, I can’t bring myself to put a permeate mark upon it. I don’t like to damage perfection like that. But it really does put a stop to my favourite foreplay. I need someone so marked that it won’t bother me. So do you mind if I smoke?” She asked Faye, not me.

Faye nodded slowly, a smile touching her lips. Faye leaned over me and grab the hem of my top, I let her pull it over my head. Bex rapped her lips around a cigarette and pulled it from the pack. The flash of sharked from the lighter left blues spots floating in front of my eyes. She took a deep up and then offered it to me, drawing out the process, I took a drag blowing the smoke slowly out of my nose. Before to red glow on the end had chances to fade Bex pulled the cigarette from my lips pushing it into my chest. Air rushed from my lungs, I am not sure if the noise I made was closer to a growl of pain or a moan of pleasure. God it had been to long since I last played with Bex.

Mike gave out a sound somewhere between a nervous giggle and a whimper of fear. I pulled the cigarette from Bex’s fingers and offered it to him.

“Want a drag?”

He flinched away but his eyes where alive, like the first time I saw him steal a car, and Bex laughed.