Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey

... me. I’d turn and see two younger black men walking by, “Ma’am,” they’d nod their head at me. That, coupled with Crystal’s excitement to be home, made me struggle to conceal giggles. “Hey Crystal,” A young black woman, probably late teens, exited the trailer. “Hey Sheena! Good to see you,” Crystal hugged the black girl. “You been taking care of my son?” “Yes ma’am. I’ve been taking real good care of him,” She answered. “That’s what I like to hear,” Crystal kissed Sheena’s cheek. “Who is this white woman?” She asked. “Oh this is my friend Alyssa. She’ll be staying with me awhile.” “Oh,” Sheena looked me up and down. “Ok. I see. You gonna be busy if you staying here.” I smiled and nodded, knowing deep down what the girl meant. “Oh by the way, the air conditioner is broke again,” Sheena called over her shoulder, walking away. “Good,” I heard Crystal say under her breath. I found that odd, but shrugged it off. “Hey, can you wait here for a minute or two? I need to talk to my son about something in private,” Crystal asked. I agreed and stood at the car outside the trailer. Three minutes later, a voice from behind me, startled me from my staring off into space, “Whew, who are you? Such a pretty little white girl.” I turned around and saw an older black man smiling at me. He was fairly thin, a white beard, almost completely bald, and missing several of his front teeth, top and bottom. He was also carrying a walking cane. “Hi,” I said. “Thank you. I’m Alyssa,” I extended my hand to ...

... shake his. He took it in his own, slightly shaking, with barely any firmness. I wondered how old he was. “Are you staying with Crystal?” he asked. “I am. Not sure how long though.” “Ah, I see, I see. Well a pretty white girl like you is gonna have a great time here,” He said. “Call me Hoover.” “Hoover?” “Like the vacuum cleaner.” I laughed, “Alright. That a nickname?” “It sure is. Want to know why they call me that?” he asked, leaning in close, putting his hand on the small of my back, getting ready to whisper in my ear. “It’s because – ” “Hoover!” Crystal said opening her trailer door, running to the old man, throwing her arms around him. “It’s good to see you again, it’s been awhile,” He said. “Yes it has! We will have to meet up later on.” “Yes ma’am. It was nice meeting you Alyssa. Ya’ll take care now,” Hoover said, slowly walking off. I turned around and saw another black man. This one was much, much younger, and was standing in the doorway of the trailer. “Who is – ” “My son,” Crystal said. “Jared. His daddy is black. Of course,” She giggled. I gulped, averting my eyes away from his shirtless, toned, young body. “Ok.” “Nice to meet you,” Jared said nodding at me. I smiled, saying hello back. “Ok first things first, I’m getting you a job,” Crystal told me moments later in the stifling hot trailer. “You’re going to keep making and saving money.” I had saved nearly every penny I made bartending in Miami. I had no idea what sort of jobs were around here, but I’d find out an ...