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ROUTE 666

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x Black!OC

Summary: it’s the year 1984 and Star goes to a roadside bar off of Devil’s Highway that a friend of hers invited her to. What Star doesn’t know is that someone is waiting for her beyond the velvet drapes.

Warnings: SMUT. Lots of pussy licking. 18+ CONTENT. Mentions of blood, Violence.

Part Three

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore entered Vaisseau just before the sun could peek over the horizon. The windows were already covered with thick, blacked–out curtains. At the bar stood a woman named Ivory. She’s a human, Onyx’s personal blood bank and pussy. Once a small town girl living in a lonely world, she was taken in by a vampire biker gang and passed around for feast and sex.

Ivory was busy shining glasses with a cloth. Her chocolate–brown eyes fell upon Elias as he made his was towards the bar. Ivory placed the glass amongst a row of others she dried off. The faint sound of ‘I Love Rock N Roll’ could be heard from a jukebox. Stack took a seat and tapped the bar for Ivory to attend to him.

“Grab me some O negative out of the fridge, baby.”

“No problem.”

Ivory swept her eyes over Stack before walking away to retrieve a blood bag for him. Stack followed the purposeful sway of her ass in a pair of daisy dukes. She styled the denim cut–offs with sheer black stockings that shimmered and a very cropped T-shirt.

Ivory opened a fridge, chilling smoke wafting her face. She thumbed through the many blood bags and came across what Stack needed. Grabbing it, she went to pour it into a glass tumbler. Ivory made her way back over to Stack, sitting the cup on a folded, black napkin in front of him.

“Drink straw?” Ivory offered with a hospitable smile.

“Nah, no need, darling. Onyx sleeping?”

“Not yet. He’s in the back,” Ivory motioned with her finger painted a vibrant red, “You can go on back there.”

Stack gulped down the O negative blood. He licked the rim and glided his blood–covered tongue over his teeth. It tasted decent, Stack preferring bag blood chilled. He stood up, sucking on his lips to clear the rest of the crimson delight away before disappearing behind a black drapery.

Stack made a left, then a right, until he was standing within the doorway of Onyx’s office. It wasn’t the most decorative, but it was useful to handle the business side of things at the bar. Onyx glanced up at Stack and nodded his head in greeting.

“Alright there, brother?”

“Pretty damn good.”

Stack propped his shoulder against the doorway and lit a blunt with a match.

“How was your porn star pussy?”

“Delicious…and no I don’t plan to share.”

Onyx released a deep laugh.

“You’ve had Ivory.” Onyx countered.

“Did. And that still won’t change my mind.” Stack quipped.

“The way she was eyeing me like she wanted this fat cock…I know a hopper when I see one. And she is a hopper…”

Stack pushed himself up and approached Onyx’s desk. He leaned forward against it, propping himself up on his knuckles. Stack’s eyes glowed menacingly. Onyx simply smirked.

“Don’t. Talk. About her. Like that. Onyx. Or I’ll kill ya’.”

“I’m only fuckin’ with you, Stack. What you want anyway?” Onyx brushed off Stack’s threat, continuing with counting his cash.

“Came to sleep. Can’t afford to burn in a bed when that sun come up. Better safe than sorry.”

“Since when do you sleep in a casket?” Onyx joked.

“Since now, nigga. Star still at the motel.”

A sinister smile crept over Onyx’s lips.

“You ain’t turn her like you said you would?”

Stack flicked his gaze away, taking a hit of his blunt.

“Not yet. Soon.”

“You could just keep her around like I do Ivory.” Onyx suggested, placing a stack of Benjamin’s away in a safe deposit box.

“And watch her age? I want another eternal partner, Onyx. You know how long I’ve been searching since me and Mary split?”

“I know, Stack. Just…tread lightly with it, aight? I got lucky with Ivory. From what Cora says, she’s perfect.”

“Ivory ain’t got shit to lose. Star different.”

Onyx dropped his head with frustration, “Which is why I said be careful. Remember…we didn’t have a choice.”

The glow from Stack’s eyes dimmed to brown. Onyx was right. Once again, he was given that painful reminder. Despite being surrounded by so many others like him, lurking in the shadows, there was still loneliness. Stack walked this immortal life with Mary in the midst because she was the last connection he could hold onto that understood.

His cousin, Sammie Moore, went on to have a successful career as a big, bad, Blues man. Stack was proud of him. Mary fought fang and coffin nail to keep Stack for herself, but he’d had enough. Enough of her possessiveness. Enough of her jealousy. Enough of her lack of remorse whenever Stack would reflect on his twin, Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore.

They got us in museums, Smoke. Mobster Museum…Black History Museum…we icons. Just like I knew we’d be…wish ya’ was here to see it all…

But his mortal life was snatched from beneath his feet.

So to snatch Star’s would be just as wrong.

He would need her consent.

“I’m a head down to the basement…”

Stack left and slow strolled down the hall until he found his way at the top of stairs. He was about to descend into a sleeping quarter with coffins until a familiar, condescending, backwoods country accent caught his ears.

“The fuck you doin’ here?!”

Stack’s fangs popped out violently and he turned carefully with a steady gaze on a woman he hoped he didn’t have to run into.

“Raven.”

“Surprised to see you walking around here freely after the shit you pulled last time.”

Stack released a frustrated sigh, “What? Because I killed a Choctaw?”

“You spilled blood on this end of Route 666 and with that comes trouble. Trouble we ain’t had in a long time until you showed up, nigga.”

Raven’s cynical nature irritated Stack to no end. Always confrontational whenever he touched down in Arizona. Things weren’t always bad between them, hell, things were good as far as he knew. As long as his dick was in her wet pussy she didn’t care. But because he forced his fist through the chest cavity of a Choctaw he’s the bad guy?

“Why you really mad, Raven? Tell me that.” Stack argued.

Raven’s left eye flinched with rage.

“You ain’t shit, Elias. First you let Mary come between us. Then you jeopardize everything because you can’t just swallow your pride. They’ve been watching us because of you, nigga!”

“They been watching us since I turned vampire back in 1932, Raven! Don’t make no difference!” Stack shouted.

Onyx appeared from his office. His eyes fell on Raven and his shoulders slouched.

“Raven, I told you Stack was coming here. He’s one of ours. Been one of ours. Blood Riders united,” Onyx folded his arms across his sculpted chest.

“I’m going to sleep,” Stack adjusted his leather moto vest, “Ain’t got time for this shit, Raven. It’s either you miss me or you don’t. Point FUCKING blank.”

“I got somebody! I’m over you!”

“Don’t look like it,” Onyx chimed in.

Raven’s hissed with her fangs poking out to threaten.

“Fuck you, Onyx! Who side you on anyway?!”

“The side where I can have some peace counting this money.”

Raven sneered before storming off. As she breezed past the black drapes, she caught Ivory looking at her and that’s when her icy core melted to that of flirtatious heat. She winked at Ivory and blew her a kiss.

Stack descended the stairs with inhuman speed.

Clearly, she wasn’t over him. And clearly being with someone else didn’t stop her from flirting with Ivory.

He found a spare coffin open and took off his vest, placing it on a hook. A coffin across from him, a brown one with a carved, ornate style popped opened, revealing golden silk. Inside, tangled within each other’s embrace, fully naked, was Legend and Cora.

Cora sat up first, stretching her arms. She locked eyes with Stack before he settled into his coffin.

“Enjoy my friend, Stack?” Cora questioned with a sultry voice.

“I have you to thank for that. Just like a Collector should. ‘Ppreciate ya’, baby.” Stack winked at Cora.

“Anytime,” Cora exhaled, “I’m hungry. Can’t sleep.”

“Got enough blood left upstairs. Better get it before it ain’t no more good.” Stack revealed.

Cora stepped out of the coffin gracefully. She sauntered over to a chair and grabbed a long, billowing, ivory robe with feathered details.

“You get a chance to fuck her? Or did you put her in a coma with your tongue?”

Stack relaxed back against the inside of the coffin, his head cushioned by the pillow. He stared up at the ceiling of the unfinished basement, spiderwebs and other creepy crawlers showing themselves. A faint smile tickled his full lips.

“Number two.” Stack replied smugly.

“Told ya’ she tastes like heaven on earth.”

“Don’t go makin’ me jealous now, Cora.” Stack replied playfully.

Cora made her way towards the stairs. Legend stirred awake, siting up in search of Cora. His monstrous dick sat up high and imposingly girthy. Enough to split you open. But Cora was a vampire so she could handle it any way she liked.

“Cora?” Legend called out.

“I’ll be back. I’m hungry. Unless you wanna go feed elsewhere? You know the strip is still lively.”

“Nah, it’ll be daytime soon.”

“Suit yourself,” Cora climbed up until she was gone.

Stack shut his casket, happy that it was a soundproof one.

He didn’t need to hear Legend and Cora fucking from dusk till dawn.

Only thoughts of Star and her captivating brown eyes, beautiful smile, sweet moans, and how he felt lost until he met her.

Red, sheer curtains billow beyond open windows on both sides of the hall. Moonlight bathed her path as she walked slowly, wearing nothing but the scent of Hypnotic Poison.

Come to me…

Star, caught up in a dream, followed the sound of that voice until she was face to face with her lover. Naked just like her. fog helped to establish the mood and atmosphere, giving off a dark, dramatic, sensual and even slightly mysterious aura.

Stack…

He picked Star up, pulling her in for a kiss as he guided her to the bed. A bed draped in black silk with an upholstered leather headboard. Stack sat down with Star in his lap. Heads swiveling, tongues delving deep, Star moved a hand to Stack’s dick from behind, more than ready to feel him inside her. Stack licked and sucked on her nipples while she stroked him.

He moaned and groaned.

Star…

She guided him to her sweet center, and Stack inched his way inside with both hands on her ass cheeks to keep her positioned. Deep in her juicy walls he thrusted.

Star gasped.

Juices trickled between her legs. Stack kept a steady pace. He watched her. Never took his eyes off of her. Star threw her head back, moaning with his moans.

“Uhnnn…” Star moans.

“Mmmhhhhh…” Stack moans.

He picked up speed, powerful and intense with each pounding stroke, rhythm far from timid. He knew exactly how to please her, he had no problem handling Star. He lifted Star up and down on his dick.

Deeper…Deeper…

His brown eyes unexpectedly changed from that smooth cognac brown to a blazing rouge. Star locked eyes with him, mesmerized by the fire in them. Suddenly, her body stiffened completely and her arms dropped limply to her sides.

Her heart raced…she couldn’t move. She was putty in his hands as he drilled from underneath. Thick fingers reached up to caress the side of her face with his fingertips, turning her head slightly to the right and placing his lips on her neck.

The blood pumped through her veins against his full lips.

What was supposed to be a sensual nibble evolved into something else…something sinister as he pierced her skin—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Star stirred awake in the bed Stack left her in. The thin, stark white sheets were tangled around her body as she rolled over to silence the alarm clock on an end table. She felt hot all over and her pulse quickened.

Not just the pulse against the right side of her neck, but the pulse between her legs.

She had to catch her breath. Sweaty and sore, Star couldn’t begin to understand why that dream felt so real.

Chocolate is…S.CRUNCH.OUS!

Star jumped, blinked her eyes, wiping them to focus. She squinted at the TV, a Nestle Crunch commercial on. It was so loud she had to scramble out of bed to search for the remote.

The arm chair.

Star froze.

“Stack?” She called out.

Silence echoed back at her. Star unwrapped herself, revealing curves and soft brown skin. Her hair was all over her head and the aftershock of a repeated orgasm left her muscles aching. She found the remote, snatching it before aiming it at the TV. She muted it with a hard press of a button before getting rid of the remote.

Her eyes fell upon the alarm clock.

1:32 pm

“Shit–”

Star rushed, pacing back and forth as she got dressed. She went without her stockings, ripped to shreds because of Stack.

Knock knock knock

Star froze.

“Is Star in there?”

Star tip toes to the door. She peered through the peep hole, staring at a beautiful woman that looked like she could be featured in play magazine. Petite, Jerry curl, hot shorts on.

“Who are you?” Star asked.

“I’m Ivory. I work at Vaisseau…came over to see if you were hungry. Stack’s busy handling things at the bar and he won’t be back til’ sun down.”

Cora.

“Would you happen to know where my friend, Cora is?”

Ivory went quiet for a few seconds.

“Cora is with Legend. Saw them leave last night in his truck.”

Star rolled her eyes.

“Well,” Star threw her hands up, “I guess I’ll grab a bite. Seeing as I can’t leave without my friend.”

“Of course! There’s a diner next door. Food is real tasty! Don’t worry about the bill, Stack’s got it covered.”

“I could use a change of clothes and something to freshen up with while you’re at it,” Star examined her maroon–painted nails, “Please and thank you.” She added for good measure.

“Of course! I’ll have that for you in your room. House keeping will clean up while you’re out.”

Star raised a curious brow.

So, did they also own the motel?

“Great…”

Ivory gave an awkward nod at the door before turning to leave, swaying her hips with each step, perky booty cheeks peeking out from beneath her daisy dukes.

“Fucking, Cora,” Star fussed, “Bitch didn’t even have the decency to let me know.”

Cora eyed the cord phone in the room. She walked over to it, picking it up before slipping a slender finger into the ring of the dial, spinning it to contact the front desk.

It rang three times before it picked up.

“Front desk,” A jaded male voice spoke.

“Hi…was wondering if you knew a Cora Livingston? She’s staying here. Not sure which room…”

“Hold on a sec…”

Star tapped her foot impatiently. Her stomach rumbled.

“Ah! Miss Livingston. She’s staying in 210 but—”

“Thank you!”

Star slammed the phone down on the receiver before zipping up her sexy red boots and grabbing her cheetah printed hand bag. Before she left, she spotted the keys on the table where Stack had left it. Star retrieved them and left the room.

The Arizona heat slapped her in the face the minute she stepped foot outside. Star began walking towards a flight of stairs leading up to the second level. She scanned the parking lot, not recognizing Cora’s black corvette amongst the other vehicles. The corners of her face frowned, Star opened her hand bag to grab a pair of cat eye sunglasses in all black with a rhinestone trim. Grabbing onto the iron railing, Star climbed with a click–clack of her boots.

Room 210 was right before her eyes.

Star walked with a determined strut towards the door, hips switching and ass bouncing beneath her mini, halter dress.

Star raised a fist.

Knock knock knock

No response.

Star raised two fists.

Knock knock knock

“The fuck?”

She bent over to try and peek into the room. She couldn’t see much of anything.

Groaning, Star made her way back to the stairs. As she climbed down, she began to worry about Cora. Sure, she can take care of herself, but Star knows first hand what it’s like to lose friends in a horrific way.

Kidnapping.

Murder.

One of the reasons she left Vegas is because of a serial killer preying on young women, especially street walkers, exotic dancers, and porn stars. They still hadn’t caught the guy.

Star wrung her hands, glancing left and right along Devil’s Highway.

The diner with its welcoming high rise sign and fifty’s retro design was a beacon for her. Star traveled across the parking lot and pushed her way through the revolving doors.

“Hi! Welcome to Suga’s! Just you, honey?”

A black woman a little over sixty years old with short salt and pepper hair greeted her. She held a stack of menus against her thick hip. A pastel pink work dress with buttons in the front hugged her motherly curves and a half apron stretched across her waist, stained with food and condiments.

The diner wasn’t packed, a few patrons here and there. It did smell savory from the grill and sugary from the malt shakes being blended. Star gave the woman—from what it looked like on her name badge goes by Doris—a sweet smile. She took off her sunglasses, the corners of her eyes crinkled from smiling.

“Just me. May I have a booth seat?”

“Absolutely! Follow me.”

Star walked behind Doris to a booth window seat. Star scooted in, accepting her menu with a soft ‘thank you’.

“What would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have a water with lemon…and…fuck it, a chocolate malt with whipped cream and a cherry on top.”

“I’ll put that in for you.”

Doris walked away humming Cheryl Lynn Encore.

Star tapped her almond–shaped nails against the laminated menu.

A western omelette with home fries and bacon sounded delicious.

After five minutes, Doris returned with her drinks. Star placed her order, and after Doris scribbled everything down on a notepad, Star reached out to stop her with a gentle hand.

“Um, the tab is covered, right? I was told by a woman named Ivory that I didn’t have to worry about paying? I got cash if it’s a problem.”

Doris pondered for about three seconds before recognition dawned her eyes.

“Yes! Oh, yes. Ivory mentioned something like that to the boss. No worries, honey.”

“Thank you.”

Star drank her water down quickly before sampling her shake.

It was delicious.

She twirled her straw around, wondering what type of connections a roadside bar would have with a motel and a diner?

Maybe they run an illegal drug trade?

No other explanation. Hard to believe a bunch of black folk can own anything without it being a fight. That’s when Star’s mind finally drifted to Stack.

Her one night stand.

He’s a good friend and partner. When he likes you, he tends to throw money at you. Flashy brother. Slick talk. But he mean business…

Is Stack the brains of the operation? He rides a motorcycle, and Star caught a glimpse of other motorcycles parked along the side of Vaeisseau.

Outlaw motorcycle gangs (OMGs) are considered dangerous due to their involvement in various criminal activities and violent behavior. And a lot of those gangs frequent the Arizona desert. Route 666 in general. Star didn’t want to get mixed up with a criminal. She came to Arizona to make money off of good pussy, big tits, and an ass that can swallow a g-string.

But…that long thick tongue…

The way that dick fit in her mouth…

Star squirmed in her seat at the booth, the flashbacks causing her to blush into her hand.

“Here’s your meal, honey.”

The steam of freshly cooked food warmed Star’s cheeks. Full portions and all of it looked good.

“Thank you, Miss Doris.”

Star picked up her fork to sample some home fries.

Miss Doris lingered with a hesitant gaze. Star looked up at her, both brows raised and disappearing beyond her Farrah Fawcett bangs.

“Everything okay?” Star asked.

“Just–just wanted to mention,” Miss Doris placed a gentle hand against Star’s, “Be careful around here at night, honey. Too much bad stuff goes on. That bar…ain’t no place for you to be,” Miss Doris whispered that last part.

Star’s stomach dropped.

“Thanks for the advice, Miss Doris…”

Miss Doris nodded her head with a wary expression. She finally left Star alone to her thoughts again.

Stack doesn’t owe her any explanation. She probably will never see him again. He did leave her alone in his Motel room.

But Ivory said he’d be back.

No. Cora was going to drive her back into the city when she gets back. Nice knowing you, Stack.

Cora ate her meal, cleaning her plate completely. She excused herself to the restroom before returning to the motel room. Afterwards she left a tip on the table for Miss Doris, a fifty dollar bill. Star put her sunglasses back on and walked out.

She showed up to the motel and rummaged through her hand bag for the keys. Once back inside, Star noticed straight away that the room had been tidied up and on the bed rested a sexy little number with thigh high boots to match.

And was that…

Star walked over to the left side of the bed where she was sleeping and picked up a quad of cash held together by a ruby and diamond bracelet with a tiny ‘S’. She picked it up with alarming eyes.

All one hundred dollar bills.

Star situated herself in front of the dress.

She picked it up before placing herself in front of the mirror. Star pressed the dress against her torso, spreading it out to fit her curves. It was gorgeous.

A sexy halter mini dress with ruched detailing and backless in a foil gold color. The studded thigh high boots that was paired with it was a perfect match. On a table next to the arm chair was some toiletries and stuff for her hair.

Stack hooked her up. Like Star was his woman.

She’d play along for now. Since he likes to spoil you and give you money for just having a pretty face.

The freaks come out at night

Discos don't open 'till after dark

And it ain't 'till twelve 'till the party really starts

And I always had to be home by ten

Right before the fun was about to begin

Crowds of people lined up inside and out

Just one reason, to rock the house

But in the day time the streets was clear

You couldn't find a good freak anywhere, 'cause…

Star lit a cig while sipping from a bottle of wine in her motel room. She spent the rest of the afternoon exploring where she could, she even found a nail salon to get a fresh mani and pedi. Now, she had her nails and toes painted a metallic gold.

She giggled at the aerobic exercise segment on TV. Whoever this white girl thought she was, she sure wasn’t that. Speaking of, Star had a class to attend herself in a couple of days. She was wearing the dress Stack got her and the thigh high boots with a three–inch heel.

Knock knock knock

Star ashes out her cigarette before placing the bottle of red wine on the end table next to her. She got up and rushed over to the door. Peering out, she spotted Cora with her hands on her hips and staring right at her through the peep hole like she knew she would be there.

She was wearing a skin–tight, black leather dress with a bunch of studs, knee–high, black stockings with a lace trim, and black stilettos. A cropped mink coat covered her arms but left her cleavage on display sitting high and oiled up twinkling like she’d been doused in glitter. Her hair was pinned up in a half–Mohawk style and she wore one dangling earring with the other sporting a black diamond stud.

Star’s brown eyes with lids smoky from her eyeshadow rolled heavenward.

She opened the door and jutted her hip out.

“Where the fuck you been at, Cora?”

Cora smiled wide, “Well hello to you too, Star. Missed me?”

“I outta ring your neck! Not a word from you all day! Had me worried sick!” Star argued.

“So, you did miss me? Well, let me on in girl so I can tell you how my night went with legend.”

Star didn’t make a move to let her in. Cora bat her false lashes with a pout of her bottom lip.

“Okay, I’m sorry, girl. I should’ve called you to check in. Legend had me stuck between a bed and him, you know how that is!”

“…fuck it, come in, bitch.”

Star gleamed, “Thank you, kindly, hoe.”

Star shut the door to the motel room.

“Fuck you.” Star shot a death glare at Cora.

Cora laughed, “Oh, you already did that…wine!”

Cora snatched up the bottle, helping herself to some.

“So, let me tell you about legend—”

“When we leaving, Cora?”

Cora sighed with a roll of her eyes, “Tomorrow, girl! Stack wants to see you again.”

“Stack throwing gifts and money my way but had me waiting around like I’m on his time.” Star complained.

Cora flopped down on the bed next to Star. She stroked her friend’s cheek that was covered in pink blush.

“Stack really likes you, Cora. Said he can’t wait to see you again. He real sorry for leaving the way he did. Duty calls, ya’ know?”

Star cut her eyes at Cora, “I don’t actually. What he do for work?”

“He works in entertainment. Mostly down south. A little in New York. That’s all I know.”

“He a drug dealer?” Star cut to the quick.

Cora laughed blissfully. Star shoved her friend away.

“What makes you think that? Star!”

Cora grabbed onto Star’s wrist firm. Star spun back around, poking her hip out with a fold of her arms.

“He got me feeling all giddy and I don’t get like this over a one time fling. We gotta get back in the city before I lose my fucking mind over a big dick and good head.” Star confessed.

“When was the last time you had good dick and head, Star? And porn ain’t nothing but for show! Them white men with big ol’ porn staches and baby dicks don’t do a damn thing for you! Why you think you came to Arizona for girl on girl work? Listen,” Cora stroked Star’s arms, “I know you wanna go to Malibu…but maybe you should consider Georgia…”

Star studied Cora.

“Better opportunities for black folk in the porn industry. I can hook you up!”

“…for real?”

“Yeah!” Cora exclaimed, “You know I’m gonna hook my girl up!”

Star threw a mini temper tantrum.

“I’ll consider. But I go where the money flows, Cora.”

“I hear that,” Cora tilted her head and gave Star a kiss on the cheek, “Let’s have a look around before we head over to Vaisseau!”

Star grabbed her hand bag quickly before Cora could pull her out of the room. They jogged towards her black corvette and they both hopped in.

Whodini Freaks Come Out At Night played from the radio as they made their way towards pleasure paradise. A high concentration of vices and activities that are considered sinful by some.

Star’s thighs and hips were on fire. She shifted in the passenger seat, a cramp shooting up her left leg. Cora noticed, a teasing smile on her lips. She caught the glimmer of Star’s ruby and diamond bracelet that Stack left for her.

“Your bracelet’s real pretty.” Cora says.

Star admired it.

“This probably cost more than my rent.”

“It’s beautiful, Star. Stack wants you real bad.”

Star twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

“He didn’t fuck me last night…he tucked me in…like a gentleman.”

“He wants to savor you. Clearly.” Cora responded.

“What about you and Legend?”

“We go way back,” Cora beamed, “Deep history. The only man I let touch me. Too bad we can’t be together all the time.”

Star grabbed her palm palette, opening it so she could apply some more of her brown, shimmery lipstick. She popped her lips a few times to make sure it was evenly spread before snapping the palm palette closed.

“Why not?” Star asked.

“I travel a lot. He gotta keep an eye on the bar…”

Cora rolled into a parking lot outside of a sex shop.

Let’s go have a look around. I may want to grab something as a souvenir before we leave.”

Leaving the car, they made their way towards the sex shop and Cora opened the door. Star giggled at a cardboard cut–out of herself in the display window.

The 80s became revolutionary for the history of sex toys. This era brought adult stores, where the public could easily enter in to buy whatever delight tickled their fancy. It was colorful library with aisles and shelves filled with all things sex. Videos, dirty magazines, kink, blow up dolls, sexy toys for him and her, and advertisements for new products like performance enhancers for instance.

Star felt right at home. She picked up VHS tapes featuring her, play magazines that she flipped through, posters of her naked body folded between the pages. Cora dragged Star towards the section filled with lingerie. They searched wracks filled with baby dolls, chemise’, thongs, crotchless panties, and lacy bras that made your girls sit up high.

A worker was busy stocking a shelf with Hitachi Magic Wands until he noticed Star. A tall, lanky white male with long, red hair and a freckled face. He wore a Guns and Roses T-shirt with Levi’s jeans. Star gave him a flirty wave and a wink.

He dropped a box on the ground, so infatuated by her being there.

“C–Can I please take a picture?”

“Sure,” Star replied.

He was delighted, pale cheeks rose red from blushing. He pointed towards a Photo Booth and Star followed him inside. He kept his hands planted in his lap. His eyes gawked at her cleavage oiled up like buttery, hot rolls fresh out of the oven. He started the photo booth, placing a dime in the coin slot. Star began posing, pouting her lips or parting them slightly. She gave siren energy with her sleepy eyes and beguiling energy.

The photos dispensed and Star picked them up. She was ready to get out of that booth, the man was breathing hot air towards her direction. Breath smelling like pork skins.

“Got a pen?”

He shoved his hand into his back pocket, a yo–yo, ten dollar bill, and keys resurfacing.

“Shit—sorry, I left it at the front.”

“It’s okay. At least you have proof.”

Star slid out of the Photo Booth and found Cora waiting for her. She had a few things in her hand that she was ready to purchase. Cora held up a hot pink lingerie set that she thought Cora would love.

“Too vibrant. Maybe this one?”

Cora looked it over, tapping her chin. It was the exact same one but an emerald green.

“I love it.”

They made their way towards the front and as they did, Star got the feeling someone was watching her…

And funny enough, Rockwell was playing over the speakers.

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me

And I have no privacy (Oh-oh-oh)

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me

Tell me, is it just a dream?

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me (Hee-hee-hee)

And I have no privacy (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me

Who's playing tricks on me? (Who's watching?)

Cora gripped Star’s hand firm. She positioned herself protectively in front of Star, staring ahead, eyes sharp.

“What is it?” Star asked with concern.

“Let’s pay for this shit and head over to Vaisseau.” Cora replied abruptly.

Star scanned the front of the store, eyes sweeping across the windows. She didn’t see anything, but she felt it. And for some reason, a voice in her head told her to be careful.

Not Miss Doris’ voice. A chilling voice of a man.

Star…be safe…watch your surroundings…stick close to Cora…

Someone or something was definitely watching her.

And they were coming to kill.

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ROUTE 666

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x Black!OC

Warnings: SMUT. Lots of pussy licking. 18+ CONTENT. Mentions of blood.

Part One

The never–ending highway with its name that sparks negativity welcomes sinners from all over the nation. A challenging drive with a winding, mountainous terrain, known for its twists, turns, and a unique atmosphere. The route is famous for its association with the number 666, often linked to biblical interpretations of the "number of the beast," leading to a reputation for being mysterious and even cursed.

Route 666 was a notorious hot spot, an epicenter of sizzling sex shops, erotic peep shows, sleazy motels, strip clubs, good diner food, and risky bars. It was an adults–only, X–rated, pleasurable adventure for the more risqué crowd and home to one of Arizona’s famous roadside bars, Vaisseau. After moving to Arizona from Baltimore, Maryland, Star Dickens was ready to find out what really happened there after dark.

Star used to work for a big financial firm in Baltimore Monday through Friday. In Arizona, by evening, she lets her luminous hair down, takes off her glasses, and dawns a down right dirty persona that turns heads. Star works in pornography. VHS and camcorders of men worshiping her. She’s got charmig brown eyes and black hair.

She also has big beautiful tits. Her measurements are 43-24-36; natural full breasts. erotica and modeling, celebrated not only for her distinctive presence but also as a trailblazer in an industry where Black women were significantly underrepresented. Born in 1952, Star’s career took off in the late 1970s when she began modeling, quickly becoming known for her voluptuous figure and natural beauty.

Star became a beloved figure in the adult entertainment industry quickly, appearing in numerous magazines and gaining a substantial fan base. Her work during a pivotal era of cultural change highlighted the intersection of race and sexuality, pushing boundaries and challenging the norms of the predominantly white industry. Star’s performances and modeling work not only provided representation but also celebrated Black beauty in a genre that often overlooked diverse narratives and figures.

Cora, Star’s new friend and socialite, sat beside her while she drove her pitch black corvette.

Star glanced over at Cora, “Have you ever been to any of these topless bars and nude strip clubs around here?”

Cora responded in her thick, Southern accent, “Pigs Frolic?”

“Pigs Frolic?” Star repeated with a confused look on her face.

“That’s what they call it. Pigs Frolic. A lot of pigs tend to wallow in all the filthy diversions,” Cora said, and laughed in her cute, girlish manner.

The fire inside of Star’s curiosity grew wilder, “Let’s go to it then! How far is everything?”

“Not too far.” Cora shrugged while puffin in a cigarette Star lit for her. “Are you sure you want to go?” She rolled down the small window to blow out a lungful of smoke.

“Too late for that question, we already halfway there. I won’t rest until I know.”

Cora flicked her eyes at Star, “What will you do once there?” She raised her eyebrow with a sleek grin appearing on her face.

Star thought about that and, honestly, she had no idea what she would do. Dance mostly? Sight see? People watch?

“I don’t know what to expect. I’m just going as a tourist.”

Cora nodded and then smiled before taking another drag from her cancer stick.

“That’s why I’m taking us to the so–called infamous strip. I have a spot in mind first and then, from there, we’ll explore.”

A sly, naughty grin appeared on Cora’s face. Even without knowing all the details, a chill slithered down Star’s spine. Whatever this place was, it was sure to be an unforgettable experience. One to remember for eternity.

Once they arrived to the portion of Devil’s Highway filled with sexual activity, Star stared out at all the colorful lights reflecting the raindrops that remained on the car from a previous rain fall. In red and blue lights she read: DVDs, PEEP SHOWS, NUDE, NEW GIRLS, and SEX. They were in adult playland. Electric excitement filled her completely and she could feel her toes tingling in anticipation. Star crossed her legs to stop herself from squirming.

“Reminds me of Sin City,” Star noted aloud.

“Vegas? I love it. Didn’t you used to film there a lot?” Cora asked.

“I did. But the pay is better in Arizona. Next move will be California.” Star revealed.

Suddenly, the car began to slow down as it pulled onto a dirt road, veering away from the highway. Hidden beyond tumble weed and cactus, was the roadside bar. Star could feel her pulse thrumming the minute she stepped out of the car. Beyond her wondrous eyes shined a bar called Vaisseau.

It was an elaborate trucker hangout that attracted questionable guests. A club scene pulsating with energy, innovation, and pure adrenaline. This was an era of experimentation, where underground clubs and vibrant nightspots were the playgrounds for the young, restless, and creative. It was more than just a party; it was an experience. The line to get inside was outrageous for any roadside bar Star has ever seen in her thirty–two years.

“This joint is off the hook, huh?” Star asked, grabbing her hand bag from the back seat.

Cora laughed and nodded her head.

“Sure is, girl. It’s very popular.”

There was a diverse group of people waiting in line. Some smoked cigarettes and others chatted while the line moved quickly. After tossing her cigarette on the ground, Cora stepped on it, crushing it into the gravel and dirt. She sprayed her favorite peach–smelling perfume from her purse—something she did every time she smoked—and then adjusted her black bikini top beneath an elaborate fur coat to prevent her breasts from slipping out.

Star wore a black halter dress with a plunging neck line and a low cut back that cinched her waist and hugged her thighs. Beneath the dress she wore fishnets with rhinestones stitched into it and thigh–high scrunch boots in a bold red color. Her cheetah–printed hand bag sat on her shoulder. She smoothed her fingers painted maroon down her hips to pull the dress down over her generous backside.

Star surveyed the bar and its surroundings. Dark and miraculously foggy. There was no way she would be able to enter this establishment alone. It was definitely too dark and scary, leaving an unsettling feeling in her gut. She moved her eyes up to the club’s vivid flashing red sign above their heads.

“Vaisseau,” Star read aloud. “Nice…”

Vaisseau meant “vessel” in French.

“This spot better be slammin’.”

Cora hooked her arm with Star’s, “I like the place. The drinks are superb and there is plenty of yummy eye candy.”

Star’s pussy pounded. She was looking for fun, but ending with a few orgasms before the night is over didn’t sound too bad either. It sounded damn good actually. They walked to the end of the line with their three–inch boots clicking against the gravel and dirt. Lighting lit up the gloomy sky, which caused Star to jump a little. A roaring thunder accompanied the shortened sparks of quickened light. Star left her coat in the car, but she was too lazy to go back and get it.

The line moved so fast that they were at Vaisseau’s entrance in a matter of minutes.

The bouncer immediately caught Star’s eye.

“Wow,” Star whispered to Cora with her glossy, brown lips, “He’s nice…”

Star couldn’t see him clearly at first but she was glad to know he was a fine, bald brother standing a little over six feet. His skin was the color of café au lait.

“Mmm…he is. This is the only black–owned place on Route 666.”

Star cracked a smile as relief washed over her. Just what she wanted to hear.

“Welcome to Vaisseau,” the bouncer uttered with his sultry, deep voice as he took her I.D. first. He looked at Star to see if the picture matched, eyes growing wider with recognition.

“Star Vixen?” He gawked at her, hungry eyes raking over her body.

“Yes,” Star replied in a flirty manner, “Don’t need to ask if you recognize me. What’s your name, handsome?”

He smiled and bit on his lower lip. That’s when Star noticed sharp teeth. She froze for a moment before collecting herself when his gaze fell upon her face.

“Onyx.” He stated proudly.

“Onyx? Like a precious black gem? That name fits you.”

Laughing casually, he showed off his pearly whites that didn’t look so sharp this time around, “Thank you. Enjoy your evening.”

He took a look at Cora’s identification and then removed the red rope from in front of the door.

As soon as they were inside the highly energized club, the music thumped through Star’s chest like a strong heartbeat. The air inside was so crisp it caused her to shiver a little. Topless dancers flanked each corner of the dark roadside bar with crimson lights flashing all over them. A mixture of synth–pop, glam metal, and funk music played. A dark, biker aesthetic gave some edge. The patrons twisted and writhed like sexual objects, grinding pelvis to pelvis and ass to groin. Arms up and clutching onto the back of necks. Firm hands on hips. Sultry gazes.

All the red accents against the black walls gave the effect of blood pumping through the veins of the building. They walked up to coat check, dropping their things off to free their hands. Star didn’t waist time bouncing to the beat, accepting a neon stamp to the top of her left hand before she swayed forward. She eyed the small vibrant ‘V’ that marked her hand before grabbing onto Cora.

They made their way over to the bar with difficulty, squeezing through the howling crowd that packed the dance floor like sardines. Watching sweaty bodies pressed up against one another, ready to fuck, made Star’s nipples harden. She bit her lower lip in arousal. She makes money off of arousal, but something felt different. Nothing was scripted. She was living in the moment.

Star snapped her fingers and rolled her hips expertly like she was crafted to dance dirty. The big fans flowing made the air blow, causing her voluminous hair to sway. Star closed her eyes and imagined that she was in the spot light, waiting to dance with the finest man. She adjusted her halter top to make sure her titties were pushed up just right. After all, they were money makers.

Her eyes immediately fell on a flashy bartender with long dreads who was spinning some bottles, juggling glasses, and engaging everyone around him. From the looks of it, he could be related to Onyx. Both of them had this everlasting beauty to them. Perfectly smooth skin; blemish free and porcelain. Eyes that shined like fireflies in the night.

Star spoke closely to Cora, “You weren’t lying. The eye candy is unbelievable,” Star said to Cora, “Wonder who the sexy man behind the bar is.”

“Oh, that’s Legend.”

Star’s mouth dropped open slightly like she was trying to activate her jaw muscles for a feast, “Legend looks like a god!”

“Oh, he is,” Cora flashed Star a little coy smile.

Just when she thought she was in love with the muscular bartender with locs, a taller stud with cinnamon skin appeared at the end of the bar, as if he were hidden in the shadows. His efficiently lined goatee, bristled mustache, and curly fro with a decorative side part sent Star over the edge.

Broad shoulders. Sharp nose. Big lips. Sculptured jawline. Intimidating biceps showing through the leather moto vest he wore. So mouthwatering. His torso is sculpted with slight muscles and a delicious thickness. A gold cross chain hung from his neck and sat between his pecs. Leather pants outlined a heavy bulge and on his feet were biker boots. Tiny, gold hoops decorated his ears along with gold rings on his fingers and the flicker of gold on his teeth.

He looked like he smelled of bourbon, tobacco, leather, and vanilla.

Star was speechless and unashamedly checking him out. Like anybody else that crossed his path. The man was fucking sexy. Eyes that shined like glistening diamonds met hers. Star stared back, caught up in the trance of his eyes. Eyes similar to Onyx and Legend.

Dimples in each cheek framed a perfect grin.

Star’s heavy breathing halted as soon as she laid eyes on his shirtless, sculpted upper body. Eyes appearing dark brown locked with hers again and Star clutched her heart because it skipped a beat.

Cora’s voice cutting through the tension brought her back from her daze.

“Can you give us two shots of tequila, pretty please?”

As Legend poured the shots, Cora placed some money on the bar.

“Cora,” Star spoke breathlessly, “I have a weakness for chocolate,” she said into her ear, feeling her knees buckle.

“Got plenty of that ‘round here for you, girl…”

Star had to plant her feet firmly and lean up against the barstool to stop herself from fainting.

“Thank you, handsome,” Cora said with a grin.

Legend slid the two shot glasses in front of them with a well–practiced fluidity, not wasting a single drop in the dark wood bar top.

“Time to get drunk and groove!” Cora yelled before downing her shot.

Star downed hers as well.

They slammed their glasses down in unison.

Two more shots appeared.

Cora laughed, “How sweet of you, how’d you know we needed another?”

Legend pointed toward the end of the bar. Cora and Star’s gaze landed on the sexy–as–fuck man occupying the end of the bar with his back turned to it and elbows propped on top. He raised his glass of brown liquor before taking a sip.

“On the house. Stack’s got you ladies covered for the evening.”

“Stack?” Star repeated. She turned that name over in her mind, imprinting it to memory.

“He’s a good friend and partner. When he likes you, he tends to throw money at you. Flashy brother. Slick talk. But he mean business.”

No surprise there. All the women in Vaisseau’s were spellbound, fixated by the way he commanded all the attention in the room. He knocked the rest of his drink back before placing it on the bar and walking off. An emptiness filled Star’s belly.

Soon, the music picked up again.

“Oh, my God!” Star shouted, bouncing up and down, feeling the music propel through her, “Let’s hit the floor, Cora!”

“Right behind you, girl!”

They interweaved their fingers and held their arms high, hips oscillating to the funk beat. The fan’s did their best to keep them cool, but being surrounded by so many dancing bodies sweating and gyrating all over each other made it hard to breathe. But it was worth it. The music. The energy. Cora and Star pressed their fronts together and dirty danced, arms dropped over each other’s shoulders as they moved their hips and asses in a tight circle.

“Dammit! I love this place!” Star yelled over the loud music.

“Knew you would!” Cora circled Star, wrapping her arms around her waist from the back as they moved from left to right, “I think you have an admirer, Star.”

Star’s head swiveled to the right and there, leaning against a beam, was Stack himself.

“He probably recognizes you, Miss Star Vixen.”

“You think so? Star looked at Cora over her shoulder.

“Definitely. You must’ve changed that man’s life!”

Whatever it is, Stack didn’t give a hot damn about anybody else but Star. He didn’t blink. He just stared with this sexy smirk, occasionally licking his lips, and dragging his eyes lazily over her body.

It made her nervous and excited all at once. Had her stomach doing flips and her clit jumping like it had a mind of its own.

“I need to get a little tipsy, you want another shot?” Cora asked, letting go of Star’s waist.

“I’ll take another! Let’s go—”

“No no, stay here and enjoy yourself! I’ll be back!”

Cora whisked away and soon she disappeared. Star circled where she stood, stroking her sweaty right arm. A Prince song came on and Star closed her eyes, bringing her hands through her hair as her body rolled and teased whatever man had his eyes on her. She swung her head back and forth, hair hiding her face, feeling the music climb over her body, welcoming it.

She bowed her back and started whining her hips seductively like she does in her X–rated films. Star was tired of fucking on mediocre white dick for the cameras, she needed a dick almost as thick as her wrist and long enough to feel it in her stomach. No longer would she need to fake orgasms. Pretend the tongue wiggling in her pussy makes her cum.

She wanted the real deal. None of that make believe bullshit. She couldn’t even recall the last time she’d been fucked well and proper. Last good dick was back in Baltimore in her luxury downtown apartment on Charles Street.

As she raised her curvy frame, a strong hand pressed against her stomach, just above her sex. Trapping her.

Star’s breath hitched sharply.

A ghostly whisper teased her ears. Like she was in the presence of something inhuman.

The hand on her stomach guided her movements as Prince’s song continued. Her plump booty sat over a very obvious bulge, the dominant hand keeping her still. Star circled her waistline like she was hoola hooping slow. One arm elevated and her hand grabbed onto the back of a neck. The hand on her stomach was joined by another, both resting on the tops of her thighs. Whenever she moved, the man was right there with her. Expertly. Like his hips were made of jello.

Star’s brows pinched together and she nibbled on her bottom lip. This shit felt good…so good. Their bodies rolled up and down in unison, like he was fucking her from behind to a sultry electric guitar solo. Star felt her clit pulsate so intensely her knees almost gave in. The man behind her kept her steady, his expert hips bucking against her ass. Star felt her body jerk as the guitar reached a high point.

“Unhhhhhhh….”

It climbed higher

“Unhhhhhh…”

She moaned. Moaned so intense and beautiful. A face crashed into her neck, inhaling deeply. Star stilled her movements to calm her racing heart. A wet, warm tongue sampled her flesh. Star’s eyes became hazy slits.

Star…Star Vixen…

“I can’t believe it’s really you…”

A voice with a rich, Mississippi accent teases her ears.

“S–so you kn–know me?”

Star turned within his embrace, coming face to face with Stack himself.

He clenched his jaw tight and beyond a pair of shades his eyes locked with hers. He didn’t let her go. His hands were planted against her drenched back. Star had a hold of his shoulders. Stack dipped Star suddenly, an elevated breath escaping her mouth. She was back within his embrace, her stunned eyes fixated on him. Star reached up to remove his shades but Stack stopped her, gripping her wrist tightly. Star gasped. Heart damn near skipping a beat.

“I can’t see your eyes? They’re beautiful...please?” Star pleaded.

“Just let me enjoy you for a sec, baby…”

Stack brought her wrist to his lips and he gave her a sloppy kiss over her pulse. His brows furrowed and a deep growl echoed.

It echoed.

Star trembled.

“You smell delicious, baby…I love your work.”

Star smiled, “Thank you. Happy to be of service.”

“I watch your soft core nudes and lesbian peep shows all the time…my favorite are the close ups of your pussy…it’s so pretty…and always soaking wet…”

Star chuckled breathlessly, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, gorgeous. You make me weak…”

“How so?” Star quirked a brow.

“You felt me poking you from behind right?”

Star gave Stack an enticing smile.

Stack double–cuffed her booty, gripping tight over her dress. The him of the dress sat higher, giving anyone a glimpse of the under cuff of her ass. Juicy. Fat. A handful. Ass like that make you weak.

“Fuck,” Stack smirked at her, “I’m your biggest fan.”

“You want my autograph?” Star teased.

“I plan to get that…trust me.”

He dipped his head and Star could make out his shining orbs from the tops of his shades. Star shied away from his intense focus. Even hidden behind a pair of shades, she felt as if he were boring into her soul.

Cora.

“I have to go find my friend.” Star said.

“Cora?” Stack asked.

“Yeah…you know her?”

“I’ve seen her ‘round. Here,” Stack grabbed her hand, “Let’s go to the bar.”

Stack led Star back to the bar. The crowd parted for them as they walked. Star spotted Cora sitting at the bar, flirting with Legend. Legend motioned with his head towards Star and Cora whirled around. She smiled knowingly before clapping her hands.

“Encore!” Cora exclaimed as she shook her ass to the music.

Legend poured another shot for Star and a whiskey for Stack. Stack trapped Star at the bar, standing behind her like he was claiming her as his. The ghostly whisper tickled her ears again as Stack leans in, pressing his nose against her neck, dragging it up to her hair.

Star clanked glasses with Cora before drinking the shot. It burned going down. She frowned her face and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Star started bouncing her body to the beat, ass knocking into Stack’s crotch each time. She swept her hair from her face to glance over her shoulder at him.

“Do ya’ like what ya’ see?” Stack asked after licking his lips.

“I do,” Star admitted timidly.

“Actin’ all shy, Star?” Stack questioned teasingly.

Star smiled wider, she felt her skin grow hot from the inside.

“Where are you from?”

“Mississippi. You?”

“Baltimore.”

“I love B–more. Very welcoming.”

Star nodded her head in agreement, “Never been to Mississippi. Maybe you can show me around sometime,” Star flirted, a small part of her afraid he would reject her.

Despite being a porn Star, her dating life was lack luster. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been on a date or shown interest in a man outside of her performing.

“I’d show you the Delta anytime, baby.”

Star took it a step further, “But since we here now, maybe you can show me what it’s like to fuck with a Mississippi man,” she hinted, leaning closer to him.

Stack smiled broadly, staring at Star beyond his shades.

I got a motel cross the highway. Come stay wit’ me tonight.”

Star caught Cora nudging her suggestively. She elevated both brows, a silent way of expressing that Star should definitely spend the night with Stack.

Star didn’t need convincing, she already had her mind made up.

Star cleared her tightened throat, feeling herself get even hotter, “I will,” Star spoke with a confidence.

“Aight. Come wit’ me.”

Cora shooed her away, “Go on! I plan to get a room myself! Have fun!”

“You sure?” Star asked her friend.

“I’m all good! Legend here keepin’ me company. Ain’t that right?”

Legend winked at Cora in response, causing her to giggle.

As Cora flirted with Legend, leaning over the bar and practically face to face, Star could make out Legend’s hand easing inside her bikini top. Cora flashed Star a cunning wink and a devilish smirk.

More devilish than Devil’s Highway.

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