Meet Diva Weatherspoon
By Lashay Spears
Young Jeff is seduced, then tortured and raped by a beautiful woman. (Black characters)

	It was Saturday night, and the Sandalwood Mall was packed.
	Jeff Shaw was hanging out with his homeboys, London and 
Yarnell, patrolling the mall and ogling all the beautiful women 
walking by in baby tees, tank tops, and Daisy Duke shorts. The 
corridors were crushed with roving young teenagers whose hormones 
acted as their guides as well as their conscious. It was like this 
every Saturday night- no one actually came to Sandalwood Mall to 
buy anything. This was just the hangout spot for most of the black 
teens in River Bluff City. Most of the fellas sought the finest 
young women, propositioned them, begged for phone numbers and 
dates.
	And Jeff was no different. He'd just turned sixteen on 
Thursday, and he was really feeling the vibe. In fact, Jeff felt 
he could take on the whole world. This was quite a change of pace 
for the young man, who was characterized as being normally aloof. 
Aside from his two best friends and a couple of classmates at 
Jackson High, Jeff didn't really socialize. He had been outcast in 
his childhood as someone who was "acting white" - in other words, 
Jeff was an honor roll student whose good, proper-sounding English 
wasn't punctuated by curse words or hip-hop slang. 
	Yet he was finally finding some people to hang out with. He 
was still a normal dude, he liked girls, he liked nice clothes. 
Hell, he even liked gangsta rap music, even though his lifestyle 
was far removed from the ghetto fabulous tales of Puff Daddy and 
Snoop Doggy Dogg. But none of this was on his mind right now. Jeff 
Shaw had his mind on one thing and one thing only this night - 
girls, girls, girls.
	Yarnell, the loudest of the bunch, tapped Jeff on the 
shoulder. "Look at that honey right there," he said, on the verge 
of yelling. He was pointing to a slender dark-skinned girl with 
thin braids. She was dressed in a flimsy top through which her 
large nipples were plainly visible.
	"Makes me wish I was a baby!" Yarnell said to his boys. He 
then said loudly, so the girl could hear, "Hey, baby! Got milk?"
	The reply came in the form of a "get-a-life" look. Yarnell 
just laughed.
	The fellas continued to walk in the crowd, greeting several 
friends, giving dap, the usual. At London's urging, they entered 
Ugly Bob's Music Store, which was just as packed as the rest of 
the mall. While London stood in front of the CD singles, Yarnell 
immediately tried to kick game to the light-skinned beauty behind 
the cash wrap counter.
	Jeff sighed and flipped through a magazine at a nearby 
display. In his peripheral vision he noticed someone staring at 
him, so he timidly shifted his eyes to get a better look. Who he 
saw made his head turn fully.
	She was a goddess, without a doubt, regal and earthy. A 
lithe, statuesque beauty, with long wavy jet-black hair, almond 
shaped eyes, and a cinnamon red complexion. She possessed an 
intoxicating attractiveness, exuding sensuality, grace, and power. 
She stood at about five feet, ten inches - four inches taller than 
Jeff. And although she was dressed simply in cream sweats, a 
matching Hilfiger sweater, and just a little lip-gloss, this woman 
radiated with an air of urban royalty.
	The woman stood there, looking at Jeff. Her eyes never 
wavered, not even when he had turned completely to face her. It 
made Jeff uneasy, until she spoke. 
	"What's your name?" she demanded to know. Her voice was 
soft, husky, feminine.
	It almost took a minute for him to answer, and when he did 
answer, he stuttered. "J-J-Jeff Shaw."
	"J-J-Jeff Shaw," she mocked him. Her face was unreadable, 
cold despite its allure. She narrowed her eyes a little. "How old 
are you?"
	He hesitated again, but this time without the stutter. 
"Sixteen."
	"You're young," she said matter-of-factly.
	"Well, how old are you?" Jeff inquired. He set the magazine 
down awkwardly in the display. He had no idea what was going on, 
but he thought to himself, Why not, you only live once.
	"I'm twenty-three," the goddess said with the 
authorativeness of a true street queen. 
	Jeff swallowed nervously, then spoke up again. "Well, you 
know my name. What's yours?"
	"Lisa. Lisa Sistrunk."
	Jeff nodded. He liked her name, sounded like there was a 
history behind it. He extended his hand toward her. "Well, it's 
nice to meet you, Lisa."
	Now it seemed like Lisa was being hesitant. She appraised 
Jeff briefly before accepting his hand and shaking it. Her grip 
was much stronger than Jeff anticipated. Instinctively, Jeff look 
down at Lisa's thin, long fingers. Her nails were manicured - 
short, with clear polish. He remained transfixed on them for just 
a second, then he looked back up at Lisa, who'd finally allowed a 
smile to creep onto her face. Jeff smiled in return.
	"I like you, Jeff," Lisa said, her voice warming. "Why don't 
you kick it with me tonight?"
	Jeff turned around, spying Yarnell at the register with the 
pretty sales associate. He turned back to Lisa. "I would love to," 
he told her, "but I'm here with my boys -"
	"Fuck your boys," Lisa said bluntly. "I'm not interested in 
them. I'm interested in you."
	Jeff began to evaluate his options. "I tell you what. Let me 
get your phone number. I'll call you tomorrow ..." His voice 
trailed off as Lisa's face became hard once again.
	"Are you gon' mildew or barbecue?" Lisa asked impatiently.
	"Huh?" Jeff was confused.
	"Are you gon' kick it with me or not?"
	Jeff was damn near pleading now. "I would love to, but my 
boys ..."
	Lisa threw her arms up in frustration and walked away. She 
simply left Jeff standing in front of the magazine display at Ugly 
Bob's Music Store, looking and feeling like a complete and total 
jackass. London came running up, a few CDs in his hands. There was 
a look of amazement on his face.
	"Goddamn, she was fine!" London said, awestruck. 
	"Yeah, but she just left," Jeff replied, still unsure of how 
to interpret what had just happened. "She asked me to kick it with 
her-"
	"And what did you say? No? You said, 'no,' didn't ya?"
	"I told her I was with you guys ..." Jeff's palms were 
raised in a helpless gesture.
	Shaking his head at the sheer stupidity of Jeff's actions, 
London walked over to the register, his CD in hand. Of course 
London shared this with Yarnell, who, upon walking over to Jeff, 
smacked him on the back of the head. "You're a fuckin' dummy," 
Yarnell chided Jeff.

When nine o'clock arrived, Sandalwood Mall was closed. The mall 
Gestapo began herding the teens outside, and most of them 
congregated by the main entrance so that they could get a good 
view of the car show taking place.
	An impressive assortment of luxury rides, compact cars, and 
utility trucks - all polished to perfection - slowly cruised the 
mall parking lot with no real destination in mind. Police officers 
and mall security guards were everywhere, monitoring the parade of 
chrome, glass, and rubber.
	Jeff, Yarnell, and London had secured a prime location 
outside the front entrance, voicing their approval of the various 
rides passing by.
	"Hey, man, that Impala that rolled by was tight," Yarnell 
remarked.
	"Did you see that Cadillac with the Tru's and Vogues?" 
London asked. "That junt was supa-bumpin'."
	Yarnell nodded his agreement. "Yeah, sure was ... hey, dog, 
hey. Check that junt out!"
	He pointed excitedly to a silver Yukon Denali, with mirror 
tint and riding on chrome rims. All three fellas stared in 
admiration. "That's nice," Jeff remarked.
	The sports utility slowed to a halt right in front of the 
boys, and the passenger side window rolled down. Sitting in the 
driver's seat was Lisa Sistrunk! Jeff was shocked.
	Lisa called out from inside the truck, "Jeff Shaw, you gon' 
mildew or barbecue?"
	Jeff looked at his Yarnell and London, who began shoving him 
forward. "Barbecue, fool! Barbecue!"
	"What about my parents?" Jeff asked.
	"Say you spent the night at my house," London said. "You 
better hurry up and get in that damn car before she comes to her 
senses and leaves your ass."
	Jeff nodded his head, and ran for the Yukon. Lisa unlocked 
the door, allowing Jeff to climb right in. Once the door was 
close, Lisa rolled the window up and increased the volume on the 
stereo. It wasn't too loud, but Jeff knew Lisa's system could 
really knock if she wanted it to. The music was old school R&B, 
but from the new jack swing era, like Keith Sweat or Guy. Jeff was 
about to sit back and enjoy the sounds when he realized there was 
a particular haze inside the cab.
	"Is that weed?" he asked.
	Lisa looked at him, her lips pursed. "How na‹ve are you? 
Yes, boo, it's weed." She pulled out of the chaotic parade, 
heading straight for the mall parking lot's exit. As she drove 
down the street, Jeff asked another question.	"Where are we 
going?"
	"Back to my place, out in Whitelawn."
	With that, Lisa turned the stereo up, grooving to the 
intense slow jams emanating from the speakers.
	Jeff was understandably nervous. They'd ridden in silence 
for about fifteen minutes, and Lisa was giving off no clues, no 
vibes, no nothing. She kept her eyes straight ahead, concentrating 
on the road, so Jeff just looked out his window. A four-way stop 
sign caught them at the intersection of Court Mountain Drive and 
Polk Street. There were no other cars anywhere. Jeff turned to 
Lisa to ask her something but was surprised to find that she was 
staring at him, much like the way she was doing when they'd first 
met in the music store.
	The young man opened his mouth, but before any words could 
escape, Lisa was on top of him, her full lips kissing his hotly. 
Her strong tongue danced in his mouth with so much fervor that she 
had to brace Jeff by the back of his head. Lisa's other hand 
cavorted around his crotch, her fingers grabbing at his hard-on 
through his jeans.
	Jeff unconsciously tried to resist. He was totally surprised 
by Lisa's move, and attempted to push her off of him. But Lisa was 
too damn powerful. He felt as though he may as well be pushing 
against a brick wall. She was in complete control of the kiss, and 
when she finished, Lisa rested her forehead against the side of 
his head and licked Jeff on the cheek.
	"You want me, don't you, Jeff?" she asked, her husky voice 
dripping with lust. "More than anything in the world, you want me, 
don't ya?"
	As if the raging erection in his pants weren't affirmation 
enough, Jeff whispered, "Yes, Lisa. I want you very much."
	Lisa leaned back over to her seat, satisfied. She reached 
over to caress Jeff's lips with her fingers before shifting the 
truck into to drive and pulling off down the street. Minutes 
later, Lisa pulled into the long, winding driveway of a tasteful 
little mini-mansion. The neighborhood of Whitelawn was pretty 
upscale, but even this place had exceeded Jeff's expectations. 
	The SUV was parked in a garage, which house about five other 
vehicles, including a Lexus sedan, a Porsche Boxster, and a 
thugged-out Hummer. Jeff was speechless. 
	Lisa began to tell Jeff of how she was involved in a 
lucrative illegal narcotics ring a few years back while she was in 
high school. After graduating, she invested a good portion of the 
money she had saved and the dividends were so great, she didn't 
have to sell drugs anymore. "I was one of the few dope dealers 
with a retirement plan," Lisa laughed.
	She gave Jeff a quick tour of her estate, which included a 
swimming pool and gazebo, oriental rugs, beamed ceilings, and 
autographed photos of local celebrities. The sunken living room 
was spacious. Jeff noticed a Sony PlayStation and controllers 
sitting out in front of a large screen television. He was still 
taking this all in when he felt Lisa's presence behind him.
	"Undress," she said.
	He obeyed, quickly tearing off his polo shirt, jeans, and 
underwear, letting them fall to the floor. Lisa, who was still 
behind him, kicked the clothing away. She wrapped her arms around 
Jeff, pressing her breasts against his back. He knew she was 
completely naked too. 
	Holding him snug with her left arm, Lisa took hold of his 
penis in her right hand and began masturbating him. "Do you have a 
high pain threshold?" Lisa whispered the question into his ear.
	Jeff was confused by her inquiry but was too delirious and 
drunk with lust to care. "Huh?" he was able to muster. Suddenly, 
Lisa's one-armed grip on Jeff tightened and it felt to him as 
though his chest was about to cave right in. Even worse, the 
beauty was squeezing the life out of his hard cock. The young boy 
cried out in pain, but all that served to do was make the femme 
fatale crush him even harder.
	"Oh my God!" Jeff wailed. "You're killing me! That hurts."
	"You can still talk, huh?" Lisa hissed, and she mashed in 
even more severely.
	Jeff tried in vain to reach up and move Lisa's arm, but her 
strength was so mind-numbing that his limbs simply flailed up and 
down spastically. Lisa leaned in to Jeff's cheek and began licking 
him again. After a while, she tired of this, and let go of Jeff, 
watching as he fell into a heap on the floor. He curled up into 
the fetal position, and Lisa regarded him with great curiosity.
	"Poor baby," she cooed. "Did I hurt you? Poor little baby."
	She bent down and straightened Jeff's body out, his tiny, 
fragile frame wracked with searing pain. She turned him on his 
back, his arms lying useless on his sides. Lisa then mounted 
Jeff's face, her knees right on top of his shoulders, her calves 
on either side of his head. She leaned forward, holding his arms 
down while mashing her pussy right onto his mouth.
	"Eat me," she advised, "or I'll crush your skull. I mean it, 
Jeff." And to prove she wasn't bluffing, Lisa's calves caved in on 
Jeff's head, threatening to break it with effortless ease.
	Needless to say, Jeff had never done anything like eat a 
woman out before, but he was about to try his damn best now. With 
his face jammed deep into her crotch, he began licking her, first 
the lips, then moving along into the sugar walls. Jeff licked, 
kissed, and ate Lisa's cunt for nearly an hour before exhaustion 
and lack of air knocked him unconscious. She'd come numerous times 
in his mouth, her juices damn near clogging his throat, almost 
choking him. 
	When Jeff awoke, he was sitting up on the floor, and he 
could feel Lisa's body all over him.  She sat behind him, his back 
against her body once more. Her erect nipples were poking him, and 
her long hair was tickling his shoulders. He was still coughing 
from lack of air. 
Again, Lisa had her arms wrapped around Jeff's chest, and her legs 
were wrapped around his middle and crossed in his lap, with her 
calves against his stomach, his back pulled tightly in against her 
wet crotch. She'd shoved two of her fingers into Jeff's mouth and 
commanded him to suck them until she said stop. Lisa constricted 
her legs around Jeff, her thighs against his sides, and he 
painfully gasped in response. Her breath was hot against the side 
of his neck, and she continued to squeeze him, pulling her calves 
into his belly.
 In no time did Jeff's quick gasps turn into quiet sobs. 
Invigorated by the sounds of him crying, Lisa tightened her hold 
even more, shoving her fingers further down his throat. Jeff began 
to gag, but he couldn't help it.
"Do not throw up if you want to live," Lisa growled. "I said to 
suck my fingers, and dammit, you will suck them." This was 
something Lisa could not understand. The act of having a man suck 
her fingers was very empowering to her, and, if done right, could 
cause her to have one powerful climax. 
She continued torturing him for what seemed an eternity, and when 
Jeff's sobs graduated to full-fledged weeping, Lisa orgasmed 
against his back, squeezing even harder, his middle collapsing 
beneath her legs. She pulled her fingers out of his mouth, 
dripping with his saliva, and whispered in Jeff's ear, "Beg me to 
stop. Beg me not to hurt you any further."
The begging came right away. "Oh please, Lisa, please stop hurting 
me. Please don't hurt me anymore, please!"
	For only the second time all night, Lisa smiled, and 
loosened her legs and arms, not letting go, instead holding him 
against her loosely, possessively, like property.  She held him 
there, with her arms and legs wrapped around him casually, as he 
continued to weep.  She could feel his erection against her calf, 
as she loosened her hold on him.  She helped him roll over, so 
that he was facing her, and she held him in her arms as he cried 
against her mahogany chest.
	When his tears had subsided, Lisa helped him sit up, and she 
sat in his lap, facing him, straddling him.  She wrapped her legs 
around his waist snugly, but without squeezing. Her head was 
slightly higher than his, as she sat on his lap, and she looked down into 
his eyes. Lisa sat on Jeff's lap, straddling him, feeling him 
still erect beneath her, as he continued to weep unabashedly in 
pain and humiliation. Lisa pulled his head to her gently, resting 
his face on her breast as she straddled him.
	"Shh," she said gently.  "My poor, sweet boo. It's all 
right. That's it. Go ahead and cry, boo," and she ran her fingers 
along his cheek. Lisa easily laid him on his back and, pinning his 
arms with one of her hands, she inserted his awaiting erection 
inside her with the other. She started fucking Jeff slowly and 
softly until he was as rock hard. Suddenly, Lisa squeezed in on 
Jeff viciously with her vaginal muscles and started humping hard. 
Again, Jeff started to cry out, but Lisa gripped his throat, 
cutting off any sound. She started rotating her hips and grinding 
Jeff's prick with astounding force. Sweat began to bead up and 
roll off Lisa's face, down her neck, and onto his lips. Not 
wanting to upset Lisa, Jeff licked the salty lust from his own 
lips. Seeing this ignited Lisa's lust even more. Grabbing his ass 
bottom with one hand, Lisa forced him to move with her.  The boy 
was helpless as the woman moaned with ecstasy. Lisa's body 
strained and flexed as each delicious wave hit her, violently 
tossing around Jeff beneath. 
Finally, Lisa was hit with a thundering orgasm, which was 
intensified by the feeling of Jeff's own come spurting forcefully 
into her vagina. 
Lisa stay mounted on top him for a few moments before rising, her 
reddish-brown body glistening with sweat. She stood right over his 
face. "Lay on your stomach," she said. Jeff submitted with 
hesitation.
"As long as you do as I say, continue to pleasure me and worship 
me, you live," Lisa stated. "If you disobey me or disrespect me - 
or I think you're disrespecting me - I will kill you." Jeff nodded 
his understanding, his eyes focused on Lisa's feet. Like her 
fingernails, her toenails were nice and manicured, with clear 
polish.
"Suck my toes, kiss my feet," Lisa said. "You belong to me 
forever. You're never leaving here." And Jeff listened to every 
word as he lowered his face to the floor, obediently licking 
Lisa's foot, tenderly moving his tongue over each toe, and then 
moving to lick and kiss her other foot.