Hope you guys enjoy Cedric’s appearance in the last chapter. Here’s the continuation of this tale in their new ‘apartment’ :)

Candy hesitated on the sidewalk beneath her mother’s scrutiny. She just—none of this made any sense! Linda growled, “Are you waiting for another dick to suck? I said, GET. IN. THE. CAR. NOW!!”

Candy hurriedly followed her mother’s order and pulled on the door to the back seat. A mountain of trash and dirty clothing layered everything. The whole car smelled like a stale dumpster.

Staring at the mess, Candy was mesmerized and horribly confused. Linda craned her neck and yelled, “Just move some stuff out of the way; I’ve been too busy to clean back there.”

Candy slowly dug through the refuse and uncovered the stained seat. Wrappers, old food bags, discarded clothing, crumbs, random paperwork—there was shit everywhere! Candy was mortified that her mostly naked body would be rubbing against the filth. Nonetheless, she hoisted herself up and nestled between piles of garbage.

The Windstar sputtered to life and limped down the roadway. Candy felt the vehicle lurching and struggling to move. The ride was anything but smooth, and it was obvious something was wrong with the car.

Linda sucked on the straw of a large McDonald’s cup and stared at her daughter in the cracked rearview mirror. There was sweat beading down her neck, and it seemed like the A/C wasn’t working.

She angrily threw the empty cup onto a teetering pile of refuse precariously balanced in the front passenger seat before barking, “FYI, I had to drop $200 to bail you out. I can’t believe you got caught getting your pussy creamed by a fucking cop! Do I need to remind you that your upcoming role is our last chance? Your stupid ass can’t be sitting in a jail cell when Logan comes calling, or he’ll just move on to the next girl. If you’re going to work the street, you need to be smarter about it, okay!?”

Candy sat speechless with her exposed body sliding and bouncing against the dirty seat. Her mom wasn’t mad that she was prostituting herself...she was mad that she got caught!

Linda glanced over her shoulder and pleaded, “Please tell me you understand, Candy-girl! Our eviction is almost finalized, and we don’t have any other options if this role falls through. You have that doctor’s appointment tomorrow, and then—then you get your big shot! Do you understand?”

Eviction? Doctor’s appointment? Candy’s head was spinning with new information. How could they get evicted from their own house? What kind of doctor’s appointment? Where were they going? Why didn’t her mother care about prostitution? Why did she have a shitty car, and why was it so dirty? There were so many frustrating questions that she was too overwhelmed to ask.

Candy muttered an affirmative answer to assuage her mother and watched out the window. Sputtering down the roadway, Candy noticed the streets and buildings were not getting any nicer as the journey progressed. She expected to see bigger houses, richer people, and better roads—it wasn’t until Linda turned down a particularly dilapidated street and began to slow down that Candy fully realized.

They weren’t returning to the mansion.

Candy nervously combed her greasy, dirty blonde hair with long, pink acrylics. Why was her mom stopping here? Candy watched out the window and inhaled a whiff of dumpster as a faded gray apartment building shifted into view. The paint was peeling, the windows were in disrepair, and everything was dirty and grimy. Even for this area of town, the building was uniquely decrepit.

The Windstar lurched one final time as Linda crashed unceremoniously against the curb. She put the car into park and removed her key before spitting a wad of gum into a discarded scratch-off ticket and tossing it to the floor. She then lit up a cigarette and took a long drag while opening her car door. Linda hopped into the street and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Candy watched as smoker’s lines slowly carved into her mother’s upper lip while she puffed away.

Linda flicked her ash and stared at Candy expectantly, her haughty voice suddenly filled with rasp, “Home sweet home! Come on, it’s getting late, and we have to get up early for your appointment.”

Candy looked to the horizon and noticed the sun was getting rather low. Time had really flown! She considered acquiring (stealing) the car keys and driving the hunk of junk back to the mansion, but... She glanced around and didn’t have the faintest idea of how to get back home. The quickly approaching darkness would certainly be an issue, and—oh shit! Her phone and purse were gone! GPS was out the window because her cell had been left with Daddy!

Black Cock Mansion! Candy’s stomach dropped, and a rush of emotion filled her chest. Could she recover her account? She had spent SO MUCH TIME on her favorite game!

“What’s wrong, Candy-girl?” Her mother rasped. The deep crow’s feet around her eyes were narrowed with concern while heavy, smoky breaths filtered through her mouth, baring a flash of teeth that were colored a sickly yellow/brown.

Candy pouted while slowly dragging her body from the vehicle. An avalanche of garbage crashed around her, with some of it spilling out onto the crumbling roadway. The renewed stench of stale dumpster wafted and clung to Candy’s skin while she whined to her mother and made it onto her cheap, animal-print heels, “My, um, my cell phone and my purse are—are gone and junk. I’m, like, SUPER mad about it.”

Linda rolled her eyes and dug into the cheap purse hanging from her shoulder. She procured an ancient-looking smartphone in a sparkly purple/pink case.

She flicked an errant strand of thinning, mousy brown hair from her face before holding the phone towards Candy and coughing alongside a plume of cigarette smoke, “You gave your cell to me before you left, remember? And you left your purse in your room! I swear you’d forget your boobs at home if I wasn’t around!”

Candy ignored her mother’s playful insult and gently adjusted her sparkly boob tube before receiving the phone. She looked down at the extremely dated device clutched within her acrylics and sighed. She’d have to go through this later to assess the damage because right now she wanted nothing more than to shower and change her clothes—and cut the annoying inmate wristband off!

Sensing her daughter's capitulation to their situation, Linda grew a yellowed smile and motioned towards the apartment building. A wave of nausea and vertigo suddenly cascaded through Candy as she approached the door. She realized she hadn’t had any pink water in a long time, and dehydration was quickly starting to set in.

Candy lightly placed her hand on her face, feeling her caked-on makeup, and tried to calm herself. The spinning in her head subtly crescendoed as she stumbled through the threshold on her cheap, animal-print heels. While a maelstrom of questions swirled inside, growing concern for her well-being was becoming much more important.

A stale, musty stench hit her like a wall as she made her way inside a claustrophobic hallway. Exposed, industrial pipes and wires crisscrossed the ceiling, while the botched yellow paint job and scratchy, purple carpet did little to hide the obvious signs of ongoing water damage. Echoing in the hall were the sounds of televisions, children playing, couples arguing, and all manner of day-to-day life. It seemed privacy was a luxury not afforded in this complex.

Candy braced unsteadily against the nearby wall with an impossibly dry mouth while her mother filtered in. The poor, dim lighting of the hallway somehow made Linda appear even older and highlighted her wrinkles. Linda noticed her daughter was struggling and gasped with realization before grabbing onto the handle to the nearby staircase and sprinting up.

The rickety staircase squealed beneath her feet while her raspy voice echoed along the walls, “Hold on, hun, I’ll get you a drink!”

Within the cramped hallway and surrounded by the hum of muffled noise, Candy suddenly felt as if she were being watched. She lifted her dizzy gaze and saw a shadowy figure staring at her silently from an open door near the far end of the hallway. The sound around Candy seemed to dissipate rapidly while her vision dimmed. She dry-heaved and sputtered, barely managing to stay on her feet while the figure shifted into the light for a brief moment. An elderly woman wearing an old-fashioned black and red jacket glared coldly. As Candy watched, the woman’s expression grew a tinge of curiosity.

The old woman was standing all the way down the hallway, motionless, but Candy felt as if she could close the gap at any given moment like a rubber band stretched and ready to snap. The woman felt...dangerous, and a palpable tension filled the air.

The loud *BANG* of a distant door slamming broke Candy from a trance, and her mouth opened when a familiar plastic straw slipped between her lips. As she sucked the sweet water down her throat, and images of bouncing black cocks filled her mind, Candy’s symptoms instantly started to disappear. With her faculties returning, Candy snatched the black water bottle from her mother’s hand and continued to greedily suck down pink water while fantasizing about African dick. Examining the bottle in her hand, Candy wondered what else remained from the former residence.

With her addiction satiated, Candy checked the open door at the end of the hallway only to find it was empty.

Linda patted her daughter on the back and lit up another cigarette, which she dragged. She spoke in a hushed tone, “You see that old whore skulking around? Our piece of shit landlord didn’t say anything about eviction til’ her wrinkly ass showed up.” Linda shook her head and sucked on her cigarette before continuing, “I guess if your upcoming role doesn’t work, we can always pay the landlord a visit and convince him not to evict us. Ain’t no way he can resist my little girl’s charm, right?”

Candy barely listened to her mother ramble and sucked until the water bottle was empty before popping the straw from her mouth, savoring the fading image of a black cock, and answering her flippantly, “Yep, ain’t no way.”

With her dehydration problem solved, Candy followed her mom up the creaking staircase to the second floor, which was nearly identical to the first. They approached an apartment door, which Linda threw open. Stepping through, Candy was taken aback at the state of their new home.

The first thing she noticed was the kitchen. Empty food boxes and various waste were lying all over. The flimsy cabinets were open or missing doors completely and sparsely filled with food that was moldy and expired. The sink was surrounded by stack after stack of dirty dishes stained with different colors, while the tub itself contained stagnant, chunky, brown-colored water. Despite the sorry state of the sink, there was a new-looking filter on the end of it that Candy instantly recognized was for pink water.

The stove was covered in used cookware and looked like it had never been cleaned, with a thick layer of grease coating everything. A cloud of flies buzzed around a particularly moldy-looking piece of meat left sitting on a plate on the counter. It was a disaster, and Candy would have guessed this kitchen belonged to homeless squatters.

Turning to the sound of a television, Candy next saw her brother, Silas, sprawled out on the faded couch. His upper body was bare, and she saw that he had lost a lot of his bulk. He looked positively scrawny, while his long, healthy golden hair had become brown and stringy.

He laid there like a lump and didn’t stir while watching the blurry image of a soccer game from an old TV set.

Ignoring the shocking sight of the kitchen and living room, Candy navigated the patchy carpet to the first bedroom. The door was labeled with a bright, cursive, pink script reading ‘Candy.’

She pushed the door open with a *creak* and poked her head inside. The floor was layered with cheap, slutty, and dirty female clothing and accessories. There was a crowded vanity on the far end of the room, and the bed was unmade and stained. A half-eaten plate of food sat in the middle of the floor next to a pink purse. While the rest of the house smelled rotten and fetid, Candy’s room had a familiar floral, perfumed smell. She searched around and located one of the air fresheners, which dutifully spritzed the air.

Candy carefully traversed the uneven floor and ripped open the door to her closet. Surely her expensive heels and handbags had traveled with her! Her heart sank as a tiny closet brimming with even more cheap, slutty female clothing was waiting to meet her. There was a collection of heels and bags stuffed near the bottom, but they were all low-quality, no-brand garbage, just like the heels she was wearing!

She let out a shriek of frustration and slammed the closet door shut. Even though she’d only had them for a couple of weeks, Candy had grown attached to her closet full of designer bags and heels. How was she going to deal with a pile of crap!? She was a high-class woman, not some trailer trash, bargain-barrel nobody!

Turning back to the messy room, Candy stumbled her way back to the living room and was once again overwhelmed by a rotten odor. Silas was snoring loudly on the couch while Linda was reclined in an armchair with a lit cigarette dangling between her knotted fingers.

Linda’s purse was lying haphazardly on the floor next to the recliner. Candy’s eyes flicked over to it. She knew she could acquire the car keys, and then...what? Drive aimlessly through the streets in her miniskirt and boob tube? She wasn’t even sure if the shitty smartphone she now possessed was capable of using GPS—and it was dark!

Unsure of what to do, Candy poked her head into another nearby door and located the bathroom. She may not have had all the answers, but a hot shower would go a long way to make her feel better! There were male and female products strewn all over the counter, indicating that it was a shared, family space. Was this the only bathroom in the apartment!? The shower and toilet each had a brown ring within the tub/bowl, and even more clothes were discarded on the floor in a wrinkled pile. Despite the general messiness of the tiny bathroom, Candy was relieved to see it wasn’t outright disgusting and borderline unusable like the kitchen.

The craziness of the day fluttered in Candy’s mind while she stared at herself in the mirror. Her drugged-out, makeup-smothered face and greasy, dirty blonde hair seemed almost...suited for the apartment. Her trashy tattoos, unmistakable track marks, fat tits stretching the shiny boob tube, ghetto ass swelling against the crusty miniskirt...they all worked together and paired with the environment. She was the epitome of a white trash skank living a white trash life.

Candy peeled the sweaty top from her tits and dropped the cum-stained miniskirt, adding them to the clothes pile. The latest additions blended perfectly with the mountain of unwashed attire already present. Finally free from the too-small top and skirt, Candy stretched and sighed towards the mirror, frowning at her unsightly, yellow teeth. She poked at a sore on her face and turned on the sink. A weak jet of water sputtered out, and Candy let it wash over her acrylics. It was time to find out if Sapphire was telling the truth about the temporary nature of the latest changes.

Locating a bottle of makeup remover, Candy gingerly began the process of peeling back layer after layer of cosmetics. She was relieved to see the realistic-looking sores on her face washed away as if they were made of makeup themselves. When she was finally back to bare skin, Candy curled her hair from her face and took stock of herself, thankful that her youthful glow and flawless skin had returned.

Sapphire hadn’t lied! At least something was going her way! Riding on a little positivity, Candy activated the shower and didn’t let the pathetic stream of water dampen her spirits. Waiting for it to get warm, Candy kicked around the piles of laundry, looking for her plastic heels. Failing to locate them, Candy figured they must have been in her bedroom. She knew she couldn’t shower without heels and had concerns that the flimsy leopard print heels on her feet wouldn’t survive the water. Candy imagined her heels falling apart while standing in the shower, forcing her to crawl around the disgusting apartment naked. Not wanting any part of that reality, Candy snuck back into the living room with her bare feminine assets jiggling and bouncing.

In the darkness of the living room, Candy heard a soft snickering as she pushed on her bedroom door. She craned her neck to see her brother facing her from the couch. The light from the television pulsed around him like a billboard, and his scruffy visage was twisted with a horny grin.

He whispered with an unrefined, dorky voice, cognizant of their mother’s soft snoring directly behind him, “Hey little sis, you’re looking hot as hell tonight. Are you—uh—are you havin’ any boyfriends over? Ever since you started hooking, you haven’t had sex in the apartment, and—and I miss h-hearing you getting plowed.”

Candy gulped and felt her brother’s...desperation? His eyes were wide and crazy behind the couch as he waited for an answer. She had to be careful with her answer, as Silas appeared slightly unhinged.

She answered in a soft, breathy squeak, “Um, not tonight, big brother. I had, like, a SUPER tough day and junk. Maybe tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Silas’ shoulders drooped before he solemnly nodded and turned back to face the television. With him out of the way, Candy slipped into her bedroom and began flipping through piles of clothing. She managed to locate her plastic heels beneath a towel.

When she pulled it away, the towel unfurled and several solid objects crashed to the floor. Over a dozen dildos of all shapes, sizes, and colors spilled into the middle of the floor.

Candy’s eyes ran lustfully over her new collection and rested on her pride and joy: the nearly foot-long black dildo she had spent so many nights cramming into her pussy. Thank God it had made it to the new apartment!

She sat back on the bed and donned her plastic shoes before tossing her leopard print heels into the corner. The fact that the apartment was already so messy made her feel indifferent about making it even messier. Hopping back to her feet, Candy swayed her way back to the living room, fantasizing about the warmth of an imminent shower.

She reentered the living room and stopped dead in her tracks. Candy’s heart leapt with surprise when Silas’ ghostly, pale body suddenly appeared in front of her. He dropped onto his knees in the dim lighting of the apartment and began pitifully crawling on his stomach across the squalid carpet. His head hung low, and his stringy hair dragged along the floor behind him. Candy froze in place, noticing her brother’s jeans were gone and his boxers were around his knees. It seemed his hair wasn’t the only thing dragging…

She managed to sputter out, “Like, ew, Silas! What the frick?”

Silas groaned and stopped at her feet. Candy looked down her nose at the poor excuse for a man prostrated before her. How could a beta-cuck, white-boi like Silas even call himself a man? Without even looking up, Silas’ hand shot between Candy’s legs and found her bare pussy. An index finger swiped between her labia before she could even react.

Candy slapped Silas’ hand away and stepped over him with her heels while scoffing, “OMG, you’re, like, SO pathetic and creepy!”

Silas turned onto his back and moaned into the ceiling while sniffing his finger like an addict. He huffed his sister’s scent and rapidly jerked his cock. Annoyed, Candy ignored her brother’s masturbation and made it to the bathroom where she slammed the door behind her. The last thing she heard was Silas angrily mumbling to himself and the aggressive *PLAP PLAP PLAP* of his hand. What a loser!

The air in the cluttered bathroom was steamy and humid while the sound of trickling water emanated from the grimy tub. Candy joyfully stepped inside and felt her spirits lifting within the warmth of the water. Her unlabeled products were adjacent to some Old Spice men’s three-in-one, which must have belonged to Silas. Candy tentatively opened the Old Spice and took a whiff. It smelled like a man! She closed the bottle and switched to something more familiar. She didn’t want to smell manly and enjoyed the odor of her own stuff.

She lathered up her arms and was relieved to see the track marks washing away just like the facial sores. Soap bubbles dripped down her laminated wristband, and she sighed while reading ‘VALENTINE, CANDACE RYLEIGH’ printed in plain, bold text. The wristband labeled her as a criminal, and she had to get rid of it to properly put the horrors of the day behind her. Allowing one more moment of reflection, Candy’s thoughts shifted to Sapphire, and she felt a pang of worry. She hoped Sapphire was able to get out and figured Daddy must have come for her.

Candy shifted her focus to her hair. Whatever oily substance had been applied was quickly strained out and darkened the tub. She scratched her long acrylics along her scalp and let out a giddy *hmm* as the filth from a long day left her body.

Candy scrubbed her lower back and right shoulder, hoping to see the ink from her tattoos swirling down the drain. She craned her neck and shifted her shoulder to see “Daddy’s little girl” wasn’t going anywhere.

Neither, it seemed, was the heart-shaped, tribal tramp stamp situated above her ass.

Candy was disappointed but thankful that most of the consequences of the day were gone. With the shower concluded, she exited and used a ratty beach towel to dry herself. As she did so, Candy felt a tingling soreness between her legs and frowned. She’d forgotten to wash her ovulating vagina after Deputy Ryan’s creampie! Candy briefly considered jumping back into the shower but shrugged it off and continued to dry herself. She figured that since several hours had passed, surely, any remaining semen had long since lost its potency.

To reassure herself, Candy tentatively poked her finger between her legs and slipped her nail inside. She fished around for a second before lifting it to her face and seeing a sticky white substance coating the edge. Her heart fluttered, and she licked the stale cum and swallowed it down. It definitely didn’t taste any less potent… Candy felt the tingling in her pussy but chose to ignore it this time. She wasn’t going through the shower process again!

Back at the mirror, Candy fished around and located a small pair of scissors, which she used to snip off her wristband. She tossed it into the overflowing trash can and instantly felt free and unfettered by a criminal label. Putting in extra effort to brush her yellow teeth, Candy was elated to find a disgusting yellow color in her spit. She brushed multiple times, with each repetition removing more and more of the gunk until she was left with clean, white teeth.

Candy smiled into the mirror and felt...pretty! Her drying hair had regained its golden shine, her face was young and smooth, and her teeth were white and healthy—everything was right with the world! The only real remnants of the day were two new tattoos, some acrylic nails, and a soreness between her legs. Well, she’d also gained a criminal history, but that was a problem for the future.

She next located her skincare products stashed away in a stuck drawer and applied her normal moisturizer and then her usual Sunday mask. She combed out her ass-length hair, applied her nose strip, and slipped in her mouth guard.

Candy prepared to head back into the living room but stopped. If Silas was still skulking around, she wanted to have some clothes on. She didn’t need him trying to finger her like a creep again! She kicked around the piles on the floor and located a nightie that fit the bill. She fit the pink and white, low-cut butterfly bra around her tits and slipped a pink thong up her legs. There was a lightly yellowed stain in the triangle of the thong, but it didn’t bother Candy so much. The stain rested directly on her vagina, the strings rode up her hips, and it wedged between her ass cheeks like floss. A see-through pink mesh swished down from the bra, and Candy glanced between her ample cleavage.

Satisfied with her outfit's protection, Candy pushed the door open and peered into the living room. She saw Silas watching her from the couch and sighed. The light from the bathroom filtered onto the floor, and Candy saw something resting on the carpet. It was a cloudy shot glass containing a thin layer of semen.

Candy shook her head but couldn’t ignore the excited butterflies in her chest and the growl of her stomach. She acted disinterested and nonchalant but took a swaying step forward and bent at the waist to pick up the glass. Without a moment of pause, she spat out her mouth guard, tipped the glass between her lips, and let the immaculate liquid rush to the back of her throat. A viscous stream slowly flowed after the initial splash like a lazy river, and Candy flicked her tongue around the shot glass until it was empty. She heard Silas grunt, and the *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* resumed while she casually tossed the glass to the carpet and headed towards her bedroom with the mesh outfit swishing around her hips. When she was turned away, Candy hungrily swirled her tongue around her lips, desperately finding any morsel that hadn’t already been consumed. She was truly an addict and thankful that Silas’ meal allowed her to avoid scrounging for something in the god-awful kitchen.

Re-inserting her mouth guard, Candy pushed into her bedroom and stumbled over the clutter. She strutted to the bed while lustfully collecting a handful of sex toys from the floor, including her favorite black monster. She crashed into the unkempt bed and immediately knew the sheets and bedding hadn’t been washed in a long while due to the strong, stale stench of girl cum and crusty stains littering everything. She sighed and nestled in, lifting her outdated cell phone and reflexively opening her legs.

Her apps were still there! Candy released a relieved sigh and scrolled through, wearing a smile, stopping on a new app called ‘QoS’ with an icon that looked like a spade with a Q in it. Was it a puzzle game? She considered booting up ‘Black Cock Mansion,’ but her curiosity got the best of her, and QoS was soon loading. The title card read ‘Queen of Spades.’ Upon hitting play, Candy felt her vision narrowing and her brain becoming fuzzy. ‘Black Cock Mansion’ was basically wall-to-wall black dicks, while ‘Queen of Spades’ was wall-to-wall black dicks pounding white pussies. Candy’s vulnerable mind was inundated with rapid-fire videos and images of white women in ecstasy as their holes were filled and dominated by dark meat. She connected with the women and felt kinship with them, especially when she pulled her stained thong to the side and stuffed the black dildo into her cunt. There was really no game to speak of, but Candy didn’t care, and she rode her toy for over an hour before passing out from exhaustion.

34. Week 8 Part 8

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33. Week 8 Part 7

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