It was that odor that comes from a ten-dollar whore that approaches you on the street. It was that stench of a female body that was filled with cum an... not properly cleaned. It was that aroma of a cheap perfume used to cover the whorish stench. It was that smell of a piece of white trash in unwashed clothes who only cared about where her next drug fix was coming from.Weaving back and forth in her drug induced stupor; Kim had a hard time trying to focus on me. She fell against the doorframe and. Oh, and for those of you that have read the ‘Stock’ series, there’s a small surprise for you within the first chapter. Copyright 2002 * * * * * Chapter 1 It worked. John lifted the small vial filled with a clear syrup to the overhead lamp and looked at it. After only two years of research he had been able to accomplish what everyone else had considered impossible. Just then the stainless steel double doors to his lab burst open and a troupe of security guards and the Vice-President to. I admired the shapely ass for a minute before saying “Hi, Priya.”She was surprised and said, “What are you doing here?”I replied, “I am here to help you.” I stepped into the store room, shut the door and locked it. I could see her eyes going from confusion to understanding.My boner was raging and I really wanted to press her tits and squeeze her amazing ass. One of Priya’s assumptions of dark-skinned people were that they were aggressive and ill-mannered people. Knowing Priya’s views, I thought. Her lips left mine as she exhaled and inhaled slowly, her forehead pressed to mine. Then, in a blur, she pushed me down to the bed, straddled me and threw her top off, breasts and belly in full display, just for my eyes only. She smiled as my eyes swept up slowly from her flat belly, over her chest and to her neck then lips. The foreplay continued, her kissing me, rubbing my chest while I massaged her back, sides and breasts. Caressing, touching, rubbing, anything that came to mind. Sometimes.