Dex Cassidy got off the bus at Rainham, population five thousand and forty. The bus depot was a made-over house painted red, but badly faded by the Oklahoma sun. He had a suitcase containing a leather jacket a size too big you don't stop to measure when you grab and run. It also had a couple pairs of white socks and another pair of jeans.
He got off the bus, a lean, brown-haired young man with hair curling around his ears, and looked down the darkening single main street. He had less than a dollar in his pants and no prospects.
Looking at the sky, he walked down the street toward the sign: Eats.
The place was a shack, peeling paint outside and eight stools and two tables inside. Dex left his suitcase by the door and took an empty stool. The joint was half full, smelly from food and human sweat. There was an older guy and a young girl behind the counter. Dex looked at the girl hungrily. She was fresh and round, about sixteen and with quick eyes that immediately flicked at his crotch, then pretended that they hadn't looked.
Dex read the soup-spattered menu and ordered the roast beef sandwich with gravy. The girl nodded, wrote it on a green and white slip and called the order to the kitchen. She gave him another quick glance.
He gazed lingeringly on the girl's breasts. They were firm and round. A hand couldn't cover all of one of them, he thought. Love to get one of them hanging over me--.
He ate the food when it came, looking at her. He took his time; she was the first girl he'd had a chance to look at close up for a month. The goddam CC Camp kept a guy locked out in the fucking hills. One night he had slid out, grabbed a car and hit for town. He wondered if they were looking for him.
The camp was nearly five hundred miles back, most of his dough had gone for a ticket. Rainham was as far as the dough would take him. Get a job now, or steal a little stake, and get back on the bus. A guy couldn't make it in a burg like Rainham. Not even with dames like this little waitress.
It was dark when he went out to the street again. A few lights twinkled high up on the poles, and the main street had some neon and a few red and yellow blink lights. A few cars raised dust in the street and a wind sang a familiar tune in his ear. Man, he could use a woman! Anything to shove his cock into.
He rubbed his dong, picked up the suitcase and started into town.
The Rainham Hotel was a dump. It was brown as a railroad station, with four floors and threadbare carpets. The clerk was an old guy with a green eyeshade and rheumy eyes, veins on his nose and shaking hands. They got this bird cheap, Dex thought.
He paused in the lobby. A couple of guys looked around at him from a card table. One of them nodded. Dex nodded back and set the suitcase down. A sign over the desk said: Rooms, from $I.50. He didn't have one-fifty.
The inside of the hotel was just as crummy as the outside. But he needed a bath, and he wanted a bed. The old clerk looked at him with a patient, wooden stare as he leaned on the counter.
"I'm broke, Pop."
The old guy shrugged one shoulder. Up close, Dex looked at thousands of tiny red and blue lines crawling over nose and cheeks.
"I got something to trade though."
The old man looked at the others in the lobby then motioned. "Come round here."
Dex went around the desk, into a small room stuffed with chair, hotplate and bed. The old guy looked at him, waiting.
Unfastening the suitcase, Dex pulled out the leather jacket. It was almost new, still with the sheen of new. "Those things cost thirty bucks-"
The old guy shrugged again lightly. "You didn't get this here'n town?"
"Naw."
"Hum hummm," he felt it, shook out the jacket and looked inside at the lining."
"All right, give you a room and five bucks."
"Jesus! Five! Ten bucks pop, and the room."
The old guy shook his head. He handed the jacket back. "No soap, kid."
He had to take the five. The room was on the third floor with a bath. That was something, your own bath for a change! He stripped, took a long soak in the tub and smoked a cigarette while he waited. He thought about that dame in the diner. like to screw that. like to feel those goddam titties. He looked down at his cock, flicked it with a finger. The thing would sit up in a second. He put his hand around it and squeezed-should he do a fast hand job? like back in the goddam CC's? He let go; maybe something would turn up. A guy could always do the hand job.
He dressed and went downstairs. The lobby was empty as a top sargeant's heart. Nothing moved on the street. The old guy called him over.
"Can y'use a drink, kid?" He held up a pint bottle.
Dex licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah, thanks, Pop." He watched the guy pour the whisky into two small jelly glasses. It splashed with an amber glow, twinkling and slightly oily. They clinked glasses and Dex tasted it; biting and a little raw, but whisky.
"That's on th'house", the old guy said, capping the bottle. "You wanna go in back?" He ducked his head toward a closed door.
Dex looked. "What's back there?"
"Cards, drinks."
"Yeah? Any dames?"
"On'y one t'night, kid. This here's a ass-hole of a town. We got us about three whores in the place, and them're tougher'n shoe leather. Back there's Mary, though. She ain't one of 'em."
"Who she belong to?"
"Nobody I know of. Go on back, look aroun'. "
Dex nodded. "Yeah, Thanks, Pop." He opened the door and immediately another door five feet away was opened and a guy stared at him. Behind him Dex heard Pop say: "It's okay, Jackson."
Jackson nodded and smiled slightly. He stood aside and Dex entered the back room. It was a room about the size of the lobby, with a lower ceiling and heavily draped windows. There was a small bar with a barman talking to two guys sitting on stools and two occupied tables where intense men played cards.
The girl was a blonde, sitting by one of the tables watching the play. She glanced up as Dex entered, looked him up and down and went back to the cards.
Dex wandered over and stood near her. She had a long lovely neck with tiny little golden hairs curling about the nape. She wasn't beautiful, but she was very damn pretty, with heavy lips-not the thin kind-and mascara on her lashes. She had big tits too, that pushed out her shirt and threatened to bust a button or two on the front of it. Her hips were rounded and her legs looked firm and shapely. Dex felt his heart beating fast. That was a hell of a lot of female-and just sitting there.
A couple of the guys playing cards glanced at him but no one said anything. They were playing poker, and playing to win-concentration. Dex went over to the bar and got a drink. It cost him sixty cents.
There was a lot of money on that table. He leaned against the bar and looked at the green, and at the girl. Her name was Mary, the old guy had said. Mary. Jesus, he'd like to fuck her. Man, get the old whang up her slit and ram bang, bang! When the hell was the last time he'd been laid? A month ago! Christ, a month ago! He'd given a floozie a buck to spread on a sidestreet one Saturday night. She had half-sat on a fence rail and he'd pumped it in with her talking most of the goddam time.
"Hi'ya," Dex said. "You name's Mary, huh?"
"How'd you know?" She came over and leaned against a stool.
"Pop tole me." He motioned toward the front.
"Oh yeah." She gulped a little snort and licked the rim of the glass. Her tongue was pink.
"You live here in town?" he asked. She shrugged, "Yeah, I haven't seen you before-"
"I just got in, passing through. I'm going over to Hayward." He had seen the name of the town, Hayward, on a paper somewhere lately. The paper had said Hayward was a tinware manufacturing center.
She looked at him with a little more interest, he thought. So he padded the story. "I'm a foreman, making tinware. I been off for a couple weeks."
She nodded. She probably knew that Hayward was a tin town, it wasn't too far. It ought to sound good to her, foremen made good dough. He hoped she wouldn't ask anything. He had no idea what the hell they did to make tinware.
"When're you going back?"
"Tomorra," he said.
"Maybe you'll give me a ride as far's Newell, that's right on your way."
"Sure I will," he smiled and held up his glass. "Want another?"
She shook her head and glanced toward the barman. "It's too raw, that whisky."
"Well, it's illegal."
"Whyn't you walk me home," she said, "then you'll know where to come in the morning."
"Good idea." He started to finish the whisky but she nodded slightly.
"I'll go out first and meet you around the corner. On the west side. I gotta live here, I don't want them saying anything."
"Sure." He turned back to the bar and forced himself not to watch her go out. The bartender waved briefly and went on talking. Dex waited a good ten minutes then pushed the glass aside and stretched. He went out, nodding to Jackson. "G'night."
The old geezer was asleep in the lobby, snoring slightly as he went past. This town certainly died after dark. It was dark as pitch out on the street, a few overhead lights, but they only made the town look drearier. He went to the corner and she was waiting, huddling in a doorway.
"Gee, I thought you'd give me up."
"Not you, honey," he said. He moved close in the dark and she smiled. She stepped out to the sidewalk and he slipped an arm about her waist under the coat. She didn't push him away. She felt good. Girls always felt good.
He wondered why she was going away in the morning, but it was none of his business.
"I live in a rented room," she said. "My folks're dead, I work at-" she broke off. "Gee, the story of my life in three seconds."
He chuckled, holding her a little closer. "Are you married?"
"No. Lots of chances, no ring. Are you?"
"Not me. Haven't met the right girl." They paused at the next corner. It was a corner, though the sidewalk had petered out. They were under a clump of trees, spicy smelling. There was a house to their left, yellow windows glowing; another across the road from it; but only fields to the right.
"I'll bet you got a lot of chances too, huh?"
"Sure," he said. "I make good dough, and I got a car and a house."
"Gee, a house?"
"Yeh." He might as well make it good. "I'd rather have a house than pay rent." He pulled her around gently. She didn't protest when he embraced her and kissed her. But she didn't respond much.
"Don't you like me?"
"Sure," she said. "What you want for that ride to Newell?"
"Nothing. For crissake, I can't help liking you."
She laughed shortly. "I'm sorry. I don't wanna sound like an old maid-"
He kissed her again and she kissed back a trifle. His cock was like a crowbar. All steel and primed. This was a hell of a lot of woman. He could feel her tits pressing ever so gently against his chest. It was all he could do to keep his hands off those boobs.
"We go this way," she said. She moved off, walking in the center of the road. It was asphalt, but patchy and filled with potholes.
"Which house?"
She pointed, "That one down there. I dunno if you can see it. Right by those trees."
He could see the smudge of trees and a faint glimmer of light. They walked past the two houses. There were no more houses, just trees and orchard. It was lonely on the road. Their footsteps sounded soft, as though they were alone in the world. A light breeze ruffled the treetops, singing very softly. She drew the coat closer and he tightened his arm about her. "Cold?"
"Not really." She leaned against him, and he paused.
He swung her around and kissed her, hard. He didn't give her a chance to protest. He kissed her again and again. She began to respond. He felt her tongue and a fire licked through his brain. He had to have this woman!
She began to struggle a little, pushing at him. He walked her toward the edge of the road, still kissing her, holding her very tightly.
She got her mouth away from him. "Don't--you're hurting me-" She was sounding a little hysterical. She might yell out.
He pushed her down onto the weeds and grass. She yelped and Dex swung his hand. He caught her alongside the jaw and she grunted. She was out like a busted bulb. She went limp. Instantly his hand ran over her tits, massaging them, feeling, squeezing, mauling ... lovely big tits!
He looked around sharply, frowning. Had anyone seen them? Nothing moved except the leaves and the long grass. He picked her up, struggling. She was a good-size broad. He carried her into the orchard. Dark, man, it was dark as hell under the trees. He put her down in a patch of grass and stared round him. A dog howled a long way off.
Dex opened his pants. His cock jumped out. So hard it seemed to hurt a little. Swollen and tingling. The cold air seemed colder on it.
He pulled her legs apart. She moaned slightly, almost a sigh. Up with her skirt; she had cotton panties on and he yanked them down, they came easily, the elastic band was shot. He tossed them aside. Now she was naked to the waist. He licked his lips, feeling her silky thighs. God! She was built! He got between her legs and lay on her, holding the cock in his hand, rubbing it against her cunt. His fingers ran through the curling hair and into her slit. She was dry. He spit on his fingers and rubbed the slit. Then he put his cock into her. It went in, the head of it, and stuck. She was dry as hell!
He rubbed more spit on it, working it in slowly. She moaned and her eyelids fluttered. When her whole body jerked, Dex knew she was conscious.
"Take it easy, honey," he said.
"Get off me--! "
He had the cock deep in her now. More than half in, working it, fucking her, undulating. She felt good Jesus, she felt good! He had to grab her hands, and power them down. She lunged and rolled, twisting, but unable to unseat him. He chuckled in his throat. The more she wriggled the better he liked it.
Then she was suddenly still. "Please don't," she pleaded.
"Why not, baby? Don't you like it?"
"I don't like to be raped-"
"Don't be so fuckin' particular!" He had it all the way to the hair now. Rotating it, rubbing hard against her clitoris, jabbing her with little humping strokes. She groaned. He couldn't tell if she liked it, and he didn't care. It felt so damn good being in a woman again. Guys at the camp were cornholing and he had tried it, but there was nothing like being up a nice, warm cunt. She was crying.
Goddam the dame! Trying to spoil it crying! "Why the fuck you gotta start that?" He growled at her.
She shook her head, not answering, crying.
Well, screw that. He gathered her up in his arms, holding her tight and began to batter her with it, ramming it up her, fucking like fury. Oh yeah! That was it-that was IT! Man, there ain't nothing else! Let the bitch cry. No one to hear her.
He paused and looked around. Naw, no one to hear her.
He smiled, listening to the sigh of the wind above him, feeling the delicious throb of his cock in the girl. It was warm and cozy. The cock was in her right up to her tits. Tits! He looked down at her: this broad had great tits!
He reached between them suddenly, grabbed the neck of her dress and yanked. She yelped thinly. The dress came away in his hand, ripping a long slice of it. He felt her as she whimpered. Still the goddam bra on. He yanked on it, breaking the straps, pulling it down roughly. There-bare titties. He chuckled in his throat, feeling them. Yeh, great, soft, firm titties. Ducking his head, he sucked on one of them, biting the nipple. She squealed.
"C'mon, don't yell-"
"Please get off me get off don't-" She was getting hysterical, he thought. She tried to scratch, to push, to roll. Her knees were working, legs kicking.
He raised up and let her have a right hook along the jaw. "Shit, I tole you she slumped and was silent.
Dex looked around at the ghostly trees, peering through the orchard. No one around. He smiled and began to fuck her again. Jesus, it wouldn't be long now, get the load off give her a little present. He smiled in the night, humping over her lustfully, panting. Yeah it was coming-wadding up down in the old balls, boiling up and YEH! He assaulted her frantically for long moments, hoarse with panting; then he shuddered and lost the rhythm, jabbing fitfully. Grunting and rooting like a pig, convulsing and holding her tightly, he gushed and jerked his fuck into her.
Then he was still, humped over her, cock still twitching, breathing hard. Oh yeh, that was the best goddam piece of ass since he could remember!
He looked at her and brushed the hair from her face. Damn pretty girl. He felt the bare tits again, massaging them. She moaned slightly. Too bad he had to hit her. Damn fool women they knew a guy wanted that little nooky, why didn't they just lay down and spread? What the hell harm did it do? Fuckin' women put such a price on it-just a goddam little piece of meat. Nothing but a hole, a little gash.
A dog howled somewhere in the night, an another took up the howling probably some goddam dog wanting a little piece. Dex smiled around at the orchard. He shifted his position, lying on her, ramming the soft cock up at her. He felt down to judge the hardness of it. Half hard.
If he got off her she might come to, then she'd put up a fight when he wanted to screw her again. He'd better stay where he was. He rolled to one side and uncovered her breasts, caressing them. Nothing like a woman's tits. He ducked down and sucked on one, running his tongue over it. Not much taste to a titty, but fun to do it.
She smelled good. She was wearing a perfume, just a breath of it, but it smelled female. Helped get the old cock hard again.
He prodded her with it, yeh, it was getting hard. Rolling back on top, he worked it in and out, all the way out then all the way in. Lots of friction that way. She moaned again and as he looked down at her, the eyelids began to flutter. She was coming round once more. Too bad he'd had to hit her.
"Hi ya, baby," he said as her eyes opened. He rammed the cock into her steadily so she'd know what she was getting. She looked up at him as though she didn't believe it. Then she twisted and fought him for a minute. He chuckled, fucking her hard. It felt good when she struggled.
She cried and begged, and he had to shut her up with a hook. He fucked her hard and fast, beginning to be anxious now. He tried not to think of what next. Just lose the load, then think.
It took long minutes to make himself come again. She knew what he was doing, too. He knew she knew it. She had stopped crying, and he seemed to feel that she was responding to him a little her damn clit was being mauled all right. How could she stand it and not get a little hot?
When he bucked and fountained, she was silent, receiving it, even opening her legs wider. And then he was tired. He jabbed it in, panting and sighing the flush of the deed was disappearing.
What the hell was he going to do with this dame? She could identify him and this was rape, man, rape. They put a guy away for that. Sure, he'd laid a phony trail, but she'd see through that, if she hadn't already.
He couldn't kill her. Could he? Of course he could bury her out here in the fuckin' orchard no, he didn't have the tools. Couldn't dig a goddam grave with bare hands. The first rain would uncover her. It oughta be permanent if he killed her he shook his head. He couldn't kill her. That would be a stupid move.
Laying on her, he looked down, wondering.
"You're finished, aren't you?" she asked in a strained voice.
"I had a little ass, yeh," he said. He moved the cock but it was small and wrinkled now. He rolled off her and wiped the thing on her skirt.
She was rubbing and feeling her jaw.
"Hey, I hurt you, honey?"
She glowered at him and sat up stiffly. She looked a mess, even m the dark. He put the dong away and zipped up. She was groaning slightly, holding the jaw, all groans and tears. He stared at her thighs, mostly bare, nice and round. This was a good round dame. He wished he had a cigarette; better not light one here though, some farmer might come to investigate. Burn his fuckin' trees.
"C'mon, knock it off," he said.
"You-hurt me-"
"Well, you didn't havta put up a fight I didn't wanna hit ya." Man, those thighs were round. He rubbed his cock; should he hump her again? Might not get another piece like this one for a long time.
"Lemme 'lone." she said. "Whn't you go on now?"
"I gotta figure what t'do with you, baby."
"Jus'go."
"So you can run to the cops?"
She shook her head. "I won't go to the cops."
"Oh yeh?"
She sighed deeply, rubbing away tears. "I gotta live here. You think I want everyone knowing I got raped?"
He hadn't thought of that. Yeh, a dame like her, she sure wouldn't. You couldn't lose yourself in a small town; not like the big city, nobody cares. He began to feel much better.
"Where's m'purse?" she asked.
"I dunno. Did you have one?"
She nodded, patting the dark ground around them with her hands. He didn't remember a purse. When she stretched the skirt went up over her thighs. He licked his lips better fuck her again he moved close. She turned, almost snarling at him. He saw her hands curl into claws. She was capable of doing some damage he paused.
"Leave me alone!" she hissed.
"One more won't hurt, honey-"
"Go 'way leave me alone-"
There was something in her voice. He backed off, then rose to his feet suddenly. Hell, he'd booted her twice. Screw it; it wasn't worth getting a face full of nail scratches. He turned on his heel and his feet crackled through the weeds. At the edge of the road he stepped on something, kicked it-her purse. Picking it up, he went back along the road toward the hotel.
A dozen yards away and she was invisible. The dark night had enfolded her, blurred her with the trees. The wind whispered, and his feet were making little gravel sounds on the roadway. He fished for a cigarette and put one between his lips. At the corner where he had paused with her, he lit it and looked at her purse. It was small, just a compact, a small pair of scissors and some bills. He put the money in his pocket and tossed the purse into the field.
Near the hotel he stopped again and finished the cigarette. There were about a dozen cars parked here and there along the main street. He looked at the sky. It was clear, encrusted with glittering stars, but there was a feel of clammy mist in the air. All of the car windshields were misted over, gray and cold. The street was deserted. Small town.
CHAPTER TWO
He halted by the hotel lobby. No one inside but the old guy, legs up on an ottoman, asleep he looked asleep. Dex went inside. Ought to get his stuff out of the room, just in case the dame changed her mind. You never could tell about dames. Tell you one thing and do another.
He sidled past the old guy and went up the stairs. In his room, he slung the suitcase onto the bed and opened it. He ripped off the bedspread and folded it neatly, put it inside and took all the towels but one. Locking the case, he put it by the door then began to rub the metal and wood surfaces in the room with the other towel. He rubbed everything he might have touched. Might as well make it as hard as possible for them, if the dame should accuse him.
He went out and down the stairs, past the old guy with a look at the desk. Better not fool with it, the guy might be a light sleeper. Don't push your luck.
On the street, he looked both ways. Nothing moved. It was well past midnight and everything was closed tight. Even the back room. He went from car to car looking for one with the key in the ignition. The smart thing would be to blow town that night.
He found one, an older Buick, near the railroad station. He rubbed the dew off the windshield with his sleeve and opened the door. The door light didn't work. That was a good sign. He satin the car a minute, looking around. He'd head east, directly away from Hayward head for St. Louis. That was a good idea, St. Louis.
Turning the switch, he bit his lower lip as the starter ground and ground then it caught. He expected someone to burst out of a house or store and yell. He put the Buick in gear and it rolled. The engine sounded as loud as anything he'd ever heard, but no one yelled at him. He roared past the station and onto the highway, then he flicked the lights on. It had been easy. His confidence flowed back. He'd had a good solid piece of ass and he'd swiped a car. Not bad for one lousy night.
He kept going all night long, passing through a number of wide-places-in-the-road. Near morning a light rain began to fall; and the gas gauge showed near empty. How soon would the Buick be reported stolen? He must be out of the county, Rainham County. He had no idea of the hot car procedure. Better take no chances though.
He slowed to a crawl, and when he passed a lone gas station he went to the next bend in the road and pulled off to the shelter of a windbreak and halted. He was probably out of sight of the road. He slouched down and tried to rest.
After daybreak he got out stiffly and walked back to the station. The owner yawned at him, looking back up the road, obviously wondering where his car was.
"Had to hike a hell of a ways," Dex said. "Run out of gas." He got the man to give him a two gallon can, paid for it and promised to drive back immediately.
At the car, he put the gas in and went on.
He reached Pulford about noon after playing the same gas can game once more. Pulford seemed to be a town about three times the size of Rainham. He parked the Buick on a sidestreet at the edge of town and walked in. At the first cafe he had lunch, sitting at the counter.
The radio news program announcer recited a list of foreign and local happenings, but there was no mention of a rape in Rainham. Dex smiled inwardly. His luck was holding.
As he was finishing his hamburger and coffee the door slammed and he glanced around. Two people entered, a man and a girl. He wanted to whistle at the girl. She was tanned and lithe, with big tits under her shirt and a nicely rounded ass. She saw his look; her dark eyes flowed over him and passed on. The guy was husky, that was all Dex noted. They slid into a booth.
Dex ordered another cup of coffee. The joint was slowly emptying; in a few minutes he was alone at the counter. There was a large map of the area on the wall of the cafe, with notations of a number of trucking firms. Evidently the cafe was a hangout of truckers. He studied the map, frowning at the various routes. His best plan was to steal another car. He still didn't have bus fare unless he could grab it somewhere. He'd hang around until nightfall, steal the boiler and hit the road.
Finishing the coffee, he stood and went into the back to the can. It was a small, smelly room with two pissers and two stalls. As he took his cock out and hung it into the pisser, the husky guy came in. The other hung his own cock in the second pisser: "Howdy."
"Hi yuh," Dex said. He knew the guy was looking at him. Hell, maybe he was part fag so let him look.
"That's a hell of a nice tool you got there," the guy said.
Dex looked at him for the first time, really looked at him. He saw a tall, cool looking customer, handsome and a little rugged, with a shock of dark hair.
"Yeh," Dex said. He glanced at the other guy's cock. It wasn't quite as large. Well, most weren't. He did have a pretty big whang ... for his size. The husky guy was bigger.
He finished pissing and washed his hands. The guy came up behind him and began to wash as Dex left the bowl. In the CC Camps the guys made cracks about cocks, but this was civilian life. Dex eyed the guy.
"Come on over and have lunch with us," the guy said, wiping his hands. "My name's Luther."
Dex hesitated. What the hell was this pitch?
Luther smiled, his eyes crinkled and slitted. "Don't start thinking the wrong thing, neighbor. You had lunch?"
"Yeah."
"Then have a cup of coffee, huh?"
"Okay." Dex shrugged and followed the other out. What the hell did he have to lose? He sat down opposite the girl. She looked even better close up. Quite a doll. She had wise eyes, too, and long, tapering fingers, She was brown all over, tanned and healthy and the deep cleft that showed in the V of her neckline was provoking. He tried to keep his eyes off it.
"This here's did you say your name?" Luther asked.
"Dino Lenden," Dex said. There had been a guy of that name in the camp.
"Yeh, Dino," Luther smiled. "This here's my wife, Brenda."
"Hi," Brenda said. She smiled, showing even, white teeth. There was something animal-like about her. Tawny.
Luther ordered another cup of coffee and began to talk about the weather. The two of them r were eating beef and spuds, acting like a couple of tourists, discussing the weather. Dex began io wonder what the hell Luther had wanted him to sit down for. Brenda said almost nothing, letting Luther do all the chatting.
"We're going south," Luther said. He jabbed a thumb toward the street, "got that trailer rig out there."
So maybe he wanted someone to drive for him. Dex lit a cigarette. That must be it. Maybe he wanted a chance to get in back and prong this babe. Man, she just looked like the fuck-happy type.
Slowly, Luther got around to asking him questions. Luther was pretty good at it, making it sound natural and Dex played dumb. He gave believable answers and played along. Luther touched on religion, family and attachments. Dex supplied what were apparently satisfactory replies, no attachments, no particular religion and no family.
With elaborate casualness Luther asked bout run-ins with the law. Dex looked at the table, and it hit him that much of the casual questioning had been leading up to this point.
"Yeh," he said, glancing toward the counter where the guy was cleaning up crumbs, "I been in prison. Just got out."
Luther smiled. "I thought I spotted you for a con." He rose and went over to pay the check.
When they went out to the trailer, Luther stood on the curb picking his teeth with a brown sliver. He looked at Brenda and nodded his head toward
Dex.
"This guy's got the biggest cock I seen in years."
"Izzat so?" Brenda said. She smiled and got in the pick-up truck as Luther opened the door for her.
He left the door open, leaning against it, looking at Dex. "You the bashful type, kid?"
Dex shrugged. "Bashful?" He glanced up at Brenda. She was regarding him with her usual level gaze. What the hell was all this sudden talk of cocks and bashfulness?
"I mean, you ever screw a dame in front of anybody?"
Dex felt his face coloring slightly. Was it because of the lovely girl so close? He shook his head. "What kind of a question is that?"
"Would you do it for dough?" Luther persisted. Brenda merely stared at him, expressionless.
Dex shrugged again. "I dunno, I never thought about it. Nobody ever offered me dough-"
Luther chuckled. "If I did whad you say?"
"Well I dunno. You're hittin' me kind of out of the blue."
"You don't object off the bat?"
"Well, no-"
"How'd you like to think about it a little?"
Dex chewed his lower lip, looking from one to the other of them. "You serious you are, ain't you?"
"I'm serious as hell, kid that your name, Dino."
"Well-"
Luther motioned. "Hop in, we'll go find us a camping spot."
Dex got in the car beside her and closed the door while Luther went around and slid under the wheel; he fired up the pick-up and they rolled down the street.
Brenda smelled nice. She was wearing some kind of strong perfume that made him think of Arabian harems. He didn't know why; he'd never been near a harem.
"Where you from?" she asked.
Dex glanced at her, and felt his cock stir as he did so. She was smooth and sexy and her deep breast-cleft drew his eyes like a magnet. "I'm from a little town up north. You never heard of it. Ohio."
"We been all through Ohio," Luther said. "We travel alia time, kid."
"Town's name of Colfax."
"Hmm, don't remember it." Luther turned into the main highway south and fished in his shirt pocket for a cigarette. "We're lookin' for a guy, just your size." He grinned and looked at them as Brenda clicked a lighter.
Dex nodded. Luther would tell him when he was ready. Damn mysterious. He felt his thigh riding against Brenda's. He started to move it away, then left it there and she seemed to increase the pressure. Maybe it was the jolting of the pick-up. She felt warm, and his cock stirred some more.
He knew he was wary, suspicious of these two-they were being nice to him for a reason of course. Were they going to offer him a job? What the hell was all the cock talk? He couldn't figure it. Maybe Luther just liked to talk that way. Brenda sure didn't seem to mind. He slanted his eyes sidelong to look down her dress, seeing the lucious swell of her boobies. Jesus! What he wouldn't give to get his hands on them! This could beat anything he had to do at the CC Camp where he sat out the depression, he thought.
Luther turned off the main highway and they slowed for a rickity wooden bridge. "We'll camp awhile over in them trees," he said, nodding to the woods on their right.
Dex was sorry when the pick-up rolled to a stop. He got out and put out his hand for her. She jumped to the ground and the gorgeous titties bounced. Dex swallowed hard. God! What a woman! He glanced back, the town was about five miles away he guessed, but they were as alone as if on an island.
"I'll give it to you straight, neighbor," Luther said. He leaned against a fender of the pick-up and pushed his hat back. "You can make up your mind-'cause we gotta know right now."
"Don't push 'im too fast," Brenda said.
"Just tell me for crissake," Dex said.
Luther grinned. "Yeh. Okay, we're in business, me'n Brenda. These're hard times, you know that ... "
Dex nodded. "Hard as hell."
" ... so we got us a little show. We been doin' it for 'bout a year. We got a route all mapped out with guys we know. We collect what we can and get out. You know, a nice fast operation-"
"Doin' what?" Dex almost yelled.
"Fuckin', " Luther said, raising his eyebrows. "We raise a crowd in the back room, then me'n Brenda gives 'em a nice fuck show and we get the hell out."
Dex stared at them, speechless.
Brenda was smiling slightly, seemingly enjoying his astonishment. Luther folded his arms and waited.
He couldn't think of a thing to say. Dex opened and closed his mouth--what the hell did they want him for?
It seemed to be sinking in slowly-he hadn't expected this. Brenda was fucking him in little smoky, crowded rooms? He looked at her and she gazed back, the shadow of a curl to her lips. Dex reached for a cigarette with hands that trembled with excitement. He turned away from them to hide it. Did they want him to fuck her?
He bent over the match, inhaling the smoke, picking a bit of tobacco from his lip. Luther had mentioned the size of his cock. Surely that was what they wanted.
"Well, what you think, kid?"
"My name's Dex. Dexter. Dex Cassidy."
"Okay, Dex, what you think?"
Dex shrugged. "What you want me to do?" He glanced at her. She smiled with half her lips.
"We're gettin' screwed," Luther said, and chuckled. "I mean financial screwed. We gotta have two guys-we had a guy and he got run over a week ago. The doc says he'll lose a leg. That's why we need you-and the size of that prick of yours."
"The crowd-likes size," Brenda said slowly.
Luther nodded. "That's right. It don't make a fuck to Brenda, but the crowd-likes it that way, even if they say they don't. They like to see a big one going in and out. Anyhow, like I say, we're taking a beating 'cause we got to have a guy working the house and another guy to boot Brenda. You got to keep them fuckers honest."
"They let guys in free," Brenda said.
Dex nodded, "Oh." He looked at Luther. "Who works the house?"
"Me."
Dex smiled. That meant he fucked the broad. Brenda smiled back.
"Well, you think you can do it, Dex."
"Are you kiddin'? "
Luther shrugged. "Sure, you say so, neighbor. And I bet you can get a nice hard-on. But doin' it in front of a crowd is something else."
"Most guys lose their hard," Brenda said.
Dex flicked at the ash on the cigarette, thinking it over. That might be right. Could he boot a broad in front of a crowd of hot-breathing guys, all of them wishing he was doing it? He grinned at her. "I dunno how a guy could lose it with you."
She smiled. "It's been done."
"Lessee your prick," Luther said suddenly.
Dex blinked.
"C'mon. If you think you can go in front of a crowd, you can pull out your prick, neighbor."
Dex flipped away the cigarette. He unzipped his pants and took it out with two fingers, letting it dangle out in the air. He looked at Brenda and she nodded, smiling. He could see that she approved.
She came over and stroked it. "That's a beauty."
Dex looked at Luther who still leaned on the fender, arms folded. Brenda stroked the cock a couple times and it rose up quickly. She curled her hand about it warmly and squeeze-squeezed it, pulling gently at the same time. The pecker extended to its full length.
Brenda glanced at Luther. "It's a honey!"
"How 'bout the crowd?"
Dex licked his lips. "Don't they just watch?"
"They say things, baby," Brenda said, still handling it. "You won't forget they're there."
"Well, tell me exactly what I got to do."
"Fair 'nough," Luther said. "We'll run through the act, how's that?" He nodded to her. "Shuck the duds, honey."
As Dex watched, Brenda opened the shirt and slipped out of it. Her bra was full of tits. When she unfastened it they hardly drooped. He was fascinated with their lovely size and firmness, pink and red nippled beauty. She shook them a little and grinned at him.
"You like tits, baby?"
Dex gritted his teeth. "You kiddin'? " His cock was hard as tool steel.
"Off with the pants," Luther said. He pulled a brown pad from the pick-up and laid it on the ground. Dex shucked the pants in a hurry. Brenda was naked. He sucked in his breath as she turned to give him a good look at all the goodies.
"One thing you gotta watch, Dex," Luther said. "Don't shoot your wad too fast. Brenda is a hot-looking chick. If you don't watch it you'll cream too soon and ruin the goddam act."
He nodded. Man, that was true.
"Okay," Luther said. "Here's what we do as a rule. I got a record I put on, introducing the act-you'll hear it before we do it. Then it plays music. Brenda and you are behind a curtain we rig up if there ain't a room or someplace we can use. Generally we're in a back room someplace, sometimes a barn-whatever we can get. There's a dozen guys sittin' in chairs, maybe more if we're lucky. We put this here pad on something, sometimes we gotta do it on the floor. Anyway, the pad goes in front of the guys, and they're about a yard away. Pretty goddam close."
"Sometimes they crowd around," Brenda said.
"Yeah, but mostly they stay in the chairs. So then Brenda comes out. She shakes the tits around and does a little ooch-coochy dance to show 'em her cunt. So the guys get a lot of the pressure off right away, see?"
Dex nodded. Brenda came over and rested her hand on his cock, just feeling it and holding it so it would stay hard. It felt funny to have a beautiful naked dame hold onto your cock while her husband was talking. He slid his hand up over her butt.
"Then you come out," Luther said, "I'D tell you when. You got a hard-on already, and you wave it around. Brenda sits on the pad." He motioned and Brenda went over and sat on her heels on the pad. "C'mon, pretend you're comin' out."
Dex stepped around the pad, conscious of his hard cock bouncing around. He faced her, then stepped toward the pad, hard faced.
"Smile," she said.
"Yeh, you gotta look like you want it, neighbor. The more you look like it's fun, the more them guys going to like it. Now, swing that prick-yeh, that's the way!"
Dex smiled broadly. This was kind of fun. When he waggled the cock Brenda's eyes followed it, and she was interested. No kidding about that.
"Go right up to her," Luther said. He squatted by the pad. "Come on, come on-now she'll suck it!"
Dex stood very still, watching Brenda's mouth close over the cock. Was all this happening? Two hours ago he-Jesus! He stared down, watching her lick it expertly, feeling her mouth and tongue on it. He gritted his teeth, remembering what Luther had said about blowing his load too soon. He could let it go.
"Don't make him come," Luther said to her.
She released it. Licking the pink head of it with her tongue, kissing it with soft lips.
"As soon's she lets go, you get down on 'er."
"Okay."
Brenda pulled her legs up and sat on her butt, spreading the legs and lying back on her elbows. Her pink-lipped cunt sat there in its fringe of brown like a rumpled rose.
"Get into 'er fast," Luther said. "Get in fast and fuck 'er fast-got it?"
Dex nodded. He dropped to his knees and saw her grab for the prick. He pushed up into the crotch and she guided it in. He felt her fingers, the lips of her pussy and then as he thrust, it went in to the hair. He was in her fast and deep. She was warm and tight. He began to fuck her like a goat with Spanish Fly. She giggled.
"Long strokes," Luther said.
Dex pulled it out further and drove it in hard, in and out. He saw the husky man examining the motion, but he didn't care. Brenda was warm and delicious. Her legs caressed him, her arms went about his neck. Her breath was warm in his ear.
"Okay," Luther said. "That's it."
Dex looked up at him. "You mean I gotta quit?"
"Save it," Luther said shortly. "We're gonna do a show t'night. I want you fresh."
"I c'n come twice, for crissakes!" Dex continued to fuck her.
"The show's over. You boot her, then you get back behind the curtain. C'mon, get up."
Dex pulled it out reluctantly. He sat back on his knees and she scooted back and sat up, smiling at him. She reached out and petted the dong.
"He's ready to blow it," she said to Luther. "Better lemme finish it."
Luther put a fresh cigarette in his mouth. He sighed and nodded. "Okay, sit on the fender."
Brenda beckoned to Dex. She spread a towel on the fender of the pick-up and sat on it. She grabbed for his cock and led it to her snatch, grinning at him.
"We'll take the starch out in a hurry, then you'll feel better."
He stood in front of her wide-spread thighs, watching her tuck it into the cunt. He pushed and it slid into her again. Warm and gooey. Her legs went about him and he pressed up against her lucious tits, fucking it into her, deep and hard. The car jiggled.
Her arms went about his neck, lips on his cheek. He held her tight and close, hands on her ass. What a soft, lovely ass!
"Fuck me hard," she whispered.
Dex glanced around. Luther picked up the pad, folded it and went around the pick-up to return it. He churned his ass, driving the tool into her, making her giggle softly in his ear.
She seemed to be squeezing him with her cunt. She was holding him tightly, rubbing her tits against him, doing everything she could to make him lose the wad. Dex decided not to fool around, he'd lose it as fast as he could.
The car rocked gently-and he made her gasp. When he spurted she held on, sucking her breath in. She liked it, no doubt about it. He stood, leaning into her, still fucking it in, knees wobbly. Man, that was good! She hadn't come though, he could tell. He fed it to her till it began to go soft.
"Okay," Luther said. "Let's go."
Dex sighed. Shit. He pulled it out of her.
CHAPTER THREE
He drove south steadily for an hour and a half. Then he pulled off the road and came to a gentle stop under a grove of elms. Piss call, he said to himself.
There had been remarkably little traffic. A hell of a country for a guy to be afoot in. He got out and lit up a cigarette. Luther and Brenda came out of the trailer, both dressed, stretching. They looked like they'd been napping. Fucking, more like.
"We'll make it easy by sundown," Dex said.
"Yeah." Luther nodded, glancing at the sky. He went out into the bushes, Brenda went with him. Dex pissed against a tree.
"I'll drive for awhile," Luther said when they returned. "You can grab a nap if you wanna."
"With Brenda?"
Luther looked at him bleakly. "Alone, neighbor."
Dex climbed into the trailer. Was Luther the jealous type? With Brenda-a broad who put out in front of an audience? Impossible! Dex locked the door as the car started. It wasn't much, a bed and a little compact kitchen, with food-smelling cabinets built in. He flopped on the bed and closed his eyes. Things sure worked out funny. He thought about Mary, and how she had felt good and squishy-but not as good as Brenda.
He was a lucky guy, fucking Brenda for a living.
He slept. When the car stopped, he woke. Glancing out, he could see that it was getting dark. They were in a town, that was sure. He rubbed his eyes and opened the door. The pick-up was parked in an alley.
He went up to the cab and put his head in. Brenda was there, but Luther was across a small box-strewn yard, talking to a guy in a white apron. The guy looked like a bartender.
"That's Keno," Brenda said softly. "He owns this joint."
"That where we're gonna fuck, honey?"
She looked at him, smiling lazily, then reaching up with her hand to rub a finger lightly across his lips.
"Yeah."
"I'd like to practice right now."
"Keep it down to a come an hour, baby," she said. "Incidentally, Luther wants it all business-like, he tell you."
"No. That so?"
"What Luther wants, he usually gets."
"Who's side you on?"
"He's my husband, baby. I love him."
Dex looked down her cleavage. If she had a bra on it didn't show. She knew he was looking. Was she telling him to lay off except during the actual show? That didn't add up. Their heads were only inches apart. He moved slightly and kissed her cheek. She didn't move, but hissed at him:
"Don't do it, baby."
Dex pulled back. She meant it. He looked at the alley; dirt road, some run-down houses on one side, backs of stores on the other. Blalock was a dump of a town. He watched Luther go inside with the other guy, Keno.
Putting his head back in the window, he kissed her cheek again. This time she only turned her head and looked at him lazily, her red lips opened and her tongue licked at his mouth. He kissed her, tongues twining. His cock was a rod again. So she wasn't so fucking business-like!
"Light me a cigarette, baby," she said.
Dex moved back, heart pounding. Man, he wanted this cunt! Fishing out two cigarettes, he lighted them and passed one to her. Luther came across the yard and climbed into the truck.
"Okay," he said. "Hop in, Dex." He started the engine and moved forward slowly. It's all fixed. Keno's got twenty guys lined up for tonight--maybe a couple more if we're lucky."
"How 'bout the police?" Dex asked.
"They drive through every two hours. They'll miss us."
They went out to the edge of town and parked the pick-up.
"We never did talk about dough," Dex said.
"There ain't a lot of dough, neighbor. These're hard times. We're makin' a living, that's about it."
"There gotta be some dough-"
"Here's the way we been doin' it. We lay it all out on the table every couple of weeks, what we take in, what it costs us. Then we split three ways."
Dex nodded. Three ways. Well, that was fair. She was part of it.
"I got this here book," Luther held up a small ledger. "I write in what ever'thing costs us, and what we get. You can see it any ol' time. The meals, the car, gas, oil and all the rest comes out first. That okay by you?"
Dex shrugged. "Yeh, we got to have 'em."
"Right. I ain't charged you for anything on the cost of the car-"
"But how 'bout dough--? "
Luther looked at Brenda. "Okay, here's how she usually works out. We sometimes take in a hunnerd and sixty, seventy, sometimes eighty bucks for about two weeks-we got to split with the guys who run the joints. Then it costs us somewhere like eighty bucks for two weeks to live, the three of us. That's the expenses. So that leaves around eighty to split up."
"Jesus! That ain't much dough."
"Look what you're getting," Brenda said. "You ain't driving a truck for it, huh."
"Yeh," Luther said.
Dex grinned. That was sure right. How many guys got paid for screwing a cunt like Brenda? Anyhow, it beat running around, raping dames for scrag time. He had a goal, making dough. The more he thought of it., he wanted dough. So he'd start here. He'd play along with this fuck show, get some bucks together-it didn't look like he'd spend much-and cut out when it looked like a break somewhere. At least he'd be traveling around. A guy never knew when he'd stumble onto something good. And as Luther said, times were hard.
They went along the road to a one-arm joint and had supper, taking their time about it.
"The show don't usually go on till ten or eleven," Luther told him. "Keno says maybe a little earlier tonight. I'll check with him after while."
"Where at we gonna do it?"
"Over in the hotel basement. They got a heater room that'll make a good place."
Dex nodded. They went back to the trailer to wait.
Luther and Brenda got out some cards and played pinochle in the trailer. He went in and watched. The way her tits jiggled fascinated him.
"We do a couple shows a week, more if we can," Luther said. "The more we can, the more dough."
"Cuts down the expenses," Brenda said.
He nodded. "How 'bout stayin' in a town for a week or so? Maybe do one every night?"
Luther said, "Sometimes."
"It's better in a bigger town," Brenda said.
Dex grunted, watching them play ... and her tits. Man, what tits! He lay back, remembering the little break-in screw. She had a body-likewhat was her name, Venus? Yeh. Brenda was flicking her eyes at him. Could she read his thoughts? If so she would itch in the pussy.
He looked at Luther. The big man played almost mechanically, smoothly. He was passing time. He was a handsome guy, Dex decided. Did Brenda really love him like she had said? Maybe. Luther had big hands, thick fingers. Did that mean he had a big, thick cock? Probably. Maybe that was why Brenda loved him. She liked big cocks-despite what Luther had said.
Dex yawned. He didn't have to take a goddam back seat to anybody in the pecker department. He had a big one, so big that a few dames hadn't been able to take it. That little blonde girl-what was her name? He couldn't remember. She had teased him, about a year before he'd joined the CCC's after being unable to find a job. He'd taken her out to a dance and on the way back had diddled her and she'd got all hot and bothered and wanted to hump-only he couldn't get it up her. She was wet, but too goddam tight. A frustrating evening. They had ended by jerking off and fingering.
The time passed so slowly. Luther got out a bottle and gave them a drink, but one only, he said. Too much liquor and no hard-on, he told Dex.
"I never had that problem."
"So you're lucky, so far," Luther said. He looked at his watch and put the cards away. "How you feel, honey?"
"Great." Brenda stretched, pushing the tits out. She smiled at Dex. "Any butterflies, baby?"
He shook his head. He felt okay. No sense in thinking about anything but getting his cock in her. Screw the guys watching. They were a bunch of dumb hicks, none of 'em probably ever been out of town in their lives. He'd just go in and do it. He was anxious to get his hands on her body again. Yeh, anxious!
"Guess we better go on over," Luther said.
They drove the rig and parked it in the alley, in the yard behind the saloon. The basement was only a block away. Brenda locked the rig up while Luther went in to get Keno.
Dex went around the pick-up and came up behind her. He slipped his hands about her slim waist and up over her tits, squeezing them. They felt delicious. He prodded up against her rump and felt her press back. Rubbing the stiffening cock at it, he kissed her neck.
"You're gonna get all you want in a little bit," she said.
"I don't think I'll ever get all I want of you!"
She giggled but turned and pushed him away.
CHAPTER FOUR
The hotel was another brown and white edifice that had been built more than a score of years before. Keno took them around by the parking lot and halted behind the hotel, pointing.
"When you finish the act, you best go down there an' slip out the other street. There's a gate." He looked at Brenda. "Some o'these cowboys might jus' take it into their heads to have s'more fun."
Dex saw Luther nod. The big guy had been through this before. Brenda wasn't fazed either. They went in a back door-Keno had the keyand down some stone steps. It was cold and dreary, a clammy place with pipes overhead and dirt an inch thick from drifting dust.
When they turned a corner and Keno opened a metal door, he could hear the buzz of a crowd. "Hell, they're early," Keno said, looking at a pocket watch.
"Eager," smiled Luther. "That's good."
"They out in the hall there," Keno said. He led them through a narrow corridor and into a small cold room. "You c'n dress here." He opened a second door and showed them a large square room with chairs arranged in a rough circle about an open space.
"That's it, huh?" Brenda said. "Any heat?"
"Joe's s'posed to turn it on," Keno said. "I'll git after him." He departed hurriedly.
Luther went into the large room and looked around. He flicked on the lights and put his hands on hips, cocking his head. "Well, it'll do."
There was a raised area at the end of the room which the chairs faced. It held a couch without nrms or back. Dex looked at it-the work bench. He had to grin, thinking of the pick and shovel work he had done before he lit out of the "Triple C's."
The couch was ten or fifteen feet from the dressing room. They'd have to walk over to the couch in view of everyone. Dex put his hands into his pockets. He felt a little cold-was it stage fright? He saw Brenda looking at him.
"You okay, baby? You look a little pale."
He shrugged. "I'll make it."
Luther smiled bleakly; he took a small bottle from an inside pocket and handed it over. "Here, a little cock stiffener."
"What is it?"
"Drink it, neighbor. Do ya good."
It tasted like a combination of whisky and paint thinner. Dex gulped it and his mouth burned. "Shit! That's firewater!"
Brenda giggled at him. "Keep your mouth open, the fire'll go 'way in a minute."
"You remember what t'do?" Luther asked. "I don't wanna worry about you too-we need 'bout a twenny minute show. I'll give Brenda the hi-sign, she knows what t'watch for, then she'll tell you. You git off her an' hotfoot back into the dressin' room. When she's in, you close and lock the door. Then the both of you get dressed and git out fast's you can."
"When we start for the dressing room," Brenda said, "We go fast-I mean fast. Got it?"
Dex nodded. The whole thing was beginning to get to him. He felt weak, then confident. He had butterflies all right. He looked at the door of the dressing room and went inside. It had a latch. He worked it and Luther nodded.
"That'll hold 'em. Sometimes they gets all riled up an' don't want Brenda goin' away!"
Keno slipped into the room, carrying a brace and bit. "The heat's on, you feel it?"
"No," Brenda said.
"Well, you will." Keno put the bit on the door of the dressing room and quickly bored a small hole in the wood. "That fuggin' Joe was sposed to do this. He never does nothing right!"
He picked the splinters out and peered through.
"Now you c'n see what's goin' on."
He laid the tool aside. "Okay, you ready t'let
'em in?"
"Yeh," Luther said. He looked hard at Dex. "I'm okay," Dex said.
"All right. You jus' do what Brenda tells you and it'll go fine." He went through the door with Keno.
"Lock it," Brenda said.
Dex snapped the latch and looked at her. "Now, honey?"
She smiled. "Now."
He moved close and took her in his arms. She came willingly, rubbing her mound on his cock, opening her thighs. She dry-fucked him hard and sinuously for a moment. Then she pushed him away gently.
"Just gotta get you in the mood, baby!"
"I'm in the fuckin' mood!"
She giggled. "Don't overdo it-I don't wanna get out there with a wet noodle." She ran her hand over his fly.
He unzipped instantly and the big thing flopped out, half hard and gaining. She grasped it. "Jesus, baby, you're hung like a goddam horse!"
"Glad you like it."
"Damn right, I like it. Lissen, don't expect me t'go ga ga about your peter in front of Luther-I told you, I love him. I really do."
"You're not shittin' me?"
"Hell no, why should I?"
He shrugged. The door had evidently been opened from the hall. There was a burst of noise and Brenda went over to peer through the peep hole.
"There they are, the pride of-what the hell's the name of this burg."
"I dunno-Blalock?"
"Yeh, that's it." She moved aside. "Wanna see what you got to please?"
Dex licked his lips. He peered through the hole, and Brenda came and held his cock warmly. She didn't massage it, just held it. He ran his hand up her butt.
There were eight guys in the room and more coming in slowly. Dex could see Keno and Luther at the door, making change, pocketing dough. Most of the guys were young, with a sprinkling of older men. Most of them were weatherbeaten types, farmers most like, he thought. All looked eager.
Someone had unscrewed several of the bulbs in the ceiling, so that the room was dimly lighted-except for the makeshift stage. There was a light immediately above the couch and there were two gooseneck lamps on the floor with lights pointing up, bathing the ratty couch with garish light.
Dex licked his lips again. He'd never see any of these shits again. Never. Why care what they thought?
Brenda said, "Baby, they'll be lookin' at me."
"Yeh." She was right. They sure would. None of them probably ever saw a naked dame before, except their wives. And they sure never saw any naked broad like Brenda. She'd pop their eyes.
"When we get outa here," she said softly, "none of those guys could pick you out of a line-up. They won't be looking at your face."
"What's that, psychology?"
"Sure, but it's the truth." She looked through the peep hole again. "We better get ready, baby."
Dex nodded. Yeh, keep thinking like that. He heard a phonograph, dance music. This was quite a party. Brenda got out of her clothes in a flash. She hung them on a nail and smiled at him, rubbing her tits. The marks of her bra showed faintly on her milky skin.
"I'll keep my shoes on," she said. "You keep your socks on." she motioned. "C'mon, drop the pants."
He slid out of them, the big cock waggling. His arms had goose pimples, and not from the cold. The room was warming up a little, he thought ... but he'd be warm enough from her-she took hold of the prick and squeezed it.
"Keep this thing hard now!"
"I'll think of you."
She giggled. She came close and bumped it with her belly, then rubbed the head of it at her snatch. "Lissen, you let me go out and you don't come till Luther whistles, right?"
"I'll keep my eye on'im."
"Yeah." She massaged the cock and rubbed her titties on his chest. "Feel okay now?"
"Don't worry 'bout me, honey."
"An' don't come too soon."
"Stop worryin'. "
"Don't let those guys get to you. Just smileand fuck me, baby."
A whistle sounded. Brenda jerked her head toward the door. "That's him." She bent her head quickly and took the head of the prick between her lips and kissed it wetly.
"Smile," she said.
She went to the door, unlocked it and motioned him to get behind it. Then she stepped out to deafening applause and hoots.
Dex put his eye to the hole and watched. Luther was standing just behind the chairs, Keno beside him. The crowd, noisy and big-eyed settled down very quickly as Brenda walked bare-assed naked to the couch. She stood before them, stark naked, shaking her loins, and every man stared at the bush between her legs.
She did grinds and bumps for them and the crowd screamed and yelled: "Gimme more of that, mama!" Dex watched a short, fat man in the front row; the man was red in the face, rubbing his cock openly, forgetting where he was.
He saw Luther looking toward the door, and licked his lips. This was going to be tougher than he had anticipated. Now he knew what Luther had meant. It wasn't every guy who could screw in front of an audience.
CHAPTER FIVE
The music, the noise and the heavy breathing all hit him-it all seemed much too loud. It was like he was in the middle of a goddam football field taking a crap with thousands looking on and sneering at him. He felt even more naked than he was-if that were possible. He tried to look only at her, and move toward the couch, with his prick pointing the way.
The guys were yelling now, as soon as they saw him. He heard some Ahhhhh's. Someone said: "Shit, lookit that cock!"
The little fat guy was staring, his tongue hanging out. Close to the fat guy a pimply-faced guy had scratched himself on the face and blood was running down.
He remembered to smile. Brenda was smiling at him, looking at him and holding out her arms. She was also moving her hips in a crazy, suggestive way. Enough to make a guy blow his load! He kept his eyes on her.
When he reached her-he felt as though he were walking in his sleep-Brenda took his hands and rubbed them on her tits. She looked pleased, so he knew he was doing okay. The guys roared, seeing it, then fell silent-a strange, tense sort of silence. He could hardly feel her breasts-his fingers felt nerveless-but he rolled them around and squeezed them.
Then she was kneeling, sucking his cock. The room suddenly was almost silent. The sound of her lips was actually loud. Dex stared round at the audience, surprised at the silence. He had an impression of round, white faces, hazy, like a scene through heat waves, staring at him. The goosenecked lamps were harsh in his eyes.
Brenda pulled at him, and he began to move his hips a little. He had to keep remembering to smile. It was so easy to forget. He watched the wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth between those red, red lips. He could actually feel the tension of the audience. He began to hear their breathing. Their intense concentration gave him confidence. He slowly began to feel good, standing in front of them with a naked girl licking the forbidden fruit.
He flicked a glance toward Luther and saw the burly man's smile. He was doing okay, then.
When Brenda rose, the crowd seemed to sigh, and a restless shuffle of feet began, some whispering and coughing.
"C'mon," she hissed. She fell onto the couch, legs splayed. Dex dived at her, scrambled between her thighs and she took it in her hand, guiding it to the spot. A hiss went up from the crowd as he thrust it in.
When he began to fuck her the silence returned for long moments. The couch bounced under his thrusting; it was a loud sound, rhythmic squeaking. He remembered to screw her with long strokes. She was giggling lightly. He knew she was enjoying it.
"Where you goin' on yore honey mo oooon?" a voice called. Every guy chuckled or laughed nervously. "Howzit feel, honey?"
Dex was startled when Brenda answered them: "Feels great, baby!"
They laughed. They stamped their feet, coughed and chattered in low voices. Brenda said in his ear: "Harder-"
He began to ram her with long, deep strokes. Her legs kicked up and she giggled loud. The crowd almost instantly settled into silence again. She squealed, grinning at them.
There was a smell in the air, sex, the smell of bodies in a confined place. Dex leaned on his elbows, ducking his face into her neck, screwing her excitedly, deeply. He was conscious of the hush, knew their eyes were on his undulating ass, on her cunt-wide, lecherous eyes.
It was beginning to get to him; her luscious body was responding to every thrust, and he thought she was doing more than acting. It crossed his mind that she liked this sexual fling with an audience. Maybe she got extra kicks that way. There had been guys in the CCC's who went for kinky stuff-more than straight sex. Maybe Brenda was one of them-maybe.
He felt her bite him on the ear. "Now:" she said in an urgent tone. She pulled at him with arms and legs.
Dex grunted. She wanted him to shoot it. He increased his rhythm, at the same time hearing her giggle. She began to squeal to the crowd, "OHhhh! And Ahhhh!" and somehow it excited him to hear her voice. The couch squeaked louder and louder; the guys fell almost silent, the hush was overpowering, a tangible thing.
The gism began to well up-he gasped a little, ramming and bucking hard-and then it came! He heard her shriek. She screamed out and there was an answering moan from the audience. They knew it. They were on their feet, some of them, panting as though they had done the screwing. Dex was surging, in a delirium of wanton energy. He felt it spurting, heard her squeals of pleasure, the hard breathing of the guys-and then it was over!
He bucked, out of tempo, ramming, gasping, scrambling to thrust it again, his back heaving. Brenda was patting him, "Yeh, yeh, yeh!"
Then she pushed him. "Get off," she hissed.
He halted, laying on her for a few seconds, getting his bearings. The guys were shuffling, coughing, some beginning to chatter aloud.
Rising quickly, he pulled the dripping thing out of her, hearing the comments. "Lookit that!" It dribbled over her legs. She put up her hand and he pulled her to her feet. There was an excited yell from the audience-and then he was rushing to the door behind her.
As he slammed the door, they yelled again. It sounded frustrated to him. Brenda tossed him a towel. "Quick, let's get going!"
She was grinning, yanking her panties up, wriggling her hips to fit them. "You were great, baby. You did it just great!"
He pulled on his pants, dong flopping. He felt a little tired. He grinned at her. "I could fuck you all night!"
She giggled. The dress slipped over her head; the door opened and Luther came in, smiling. He slapped Dex on the back.
"Yeah, neighbor, you did real great!"
"Thanks." Dex pulled his shoes on, stood up. The noise from outside was getting louder. They were yelling for the dame to come back, pounding their feet.
"Let's git," Luther said. He took Brenda's arm and hustled her into the corridor. Dex followed, tucking his shirt in. That was over. He'd done it okay. He grinned at Brenda's ass all the way up the stairs.
Luther stopped at a store, bought several sacks full of groceries and a bottle, and they headed the pick-up south that night.
"We made ninety-five bucks," Luther said. "Not bad at all. That little shit, Keno, tried to palm a ten spot, but no trouble."
They passed the bottle around, drinking the bourbon straight. It was raw, not aged long, but whisky.
"Whyn't we charge more?" Dex asked.
"Because we can't get more," Luther said. "We tried it. These here farmers, they haven't got any dough. They try t'give you spuds instead." He laughed. "We filled this pick-up fulla stuff more'n once, sold it somewheres. But I'd rather have the cash."
"Sometimes we can get more in the bigger towns," Brenda said.
"Yeah, an' sometimes we got to give 'em a longer show. You win some an' you lose some."
The whisky made him drousy and Dex nodded, head on his chest. He felt good, booting his load into her, and the whisky topped it off. Her warm thigh rubbed his. That was pleasant.
Luther pulled the pick-up off the road into a rutted side path and rolled to a stop under a clump of dark trees. It was a dark night. Dex stumbled out, leaning stupidly against the truck body. Luther pulled him and led him to the trailer.
"Shoes and pants off, neighbor. You sleep on one side, me in the middle."
He did as he was told and crawled into the bed. In a moment he was asleep.
When he woke it was still night. Opening his eyes, he stared into blackness. It took him a second to adjust. He was in a pick-up truck in the middle of nowhere with two people. He realized Luther was snoring. It was a gentle, motorboat snore.
He was wide awake, not the slightest bit sleepy. He stirred, moved onto his back and looked at them. Brenda was only a blur, her body a lump on the bed. Then she turned her head, a pale oval, and looked toward him.
She whispered: "Can't sleep?"
"No." He wondered what time it was.
"Get up," she whispered.
He slipped out of the bed, not too cold, chilly, but not too cold. What did she mean, get up? He looked at her. It was so goddam dark in the trailer. Her arm seemed to be motioning toward the door. He took his clothes and shoes and slipped out like a burglar.
In the colder air of the outside, he dressed quickly and found a cigarette. As he lit it, she came out of the trailer holding a robe. She slipped it about her and went quickly along the rutted road ahead of the car. He followed, watching her get into the robe and wrap it tightly about her.
When she halted he melted into her arms. "He sleeps awful sound," she breathed. "What time is it?"
He glanced at the lighter sky. "I dunno."
"Must be an hour or so before dawn."
"I guess so." She felt warm. His cock was stirring as it always did when he touched her. "I guess you got to me tonight, baby."
"Yeah?" He felt her warm body, unfastened the robe.
"I'm hot for it," she breathed. "Sometimes I gotta have it-this is one o' the times."
Had she been lying there, wanting to get screwed? He ran his hand up her bare legs, feeling her part them. She sucked in her breath. He felt her fumbling at his fly.
"How we gonna do it?"
"I'll lean on a tree," she whispered. "You get behind me, okay?"
"Yeh." She had his cock out, massaging it hotly. Man! She was hot all right. Didn't Luther give her cock? Her cunt was sopping. When he tickled it she squirmed.
She let go the prick and turned away, scooping up the robe and bending to lean on a tree bole. He was up behind her instantly, feeling down, guiding the prick into her. It slid in greased and warm. He thrust, hearing her soft sigh. She wriggled her fanny.
He smiled in the night, fucking her hard and fast. It was a screwy thing, getting up to boot a girl on a lonely damn road. And a girl who was crazy for it, too. How come Luther didn't give her enough? Luther must be crazy not humping this beautiful piece.
Dex shrugged. Maybe it was just one of those things, might not ever happen again. She just happened to get hot in the snatch-no sense worrying himself about it. Lots of dames got hot in the pussy. And sometimes at the damndest times ... and places. He remembered screwing a girl on a streetcar one night. She had sat on his lap in the back of the car, and he'd worked it into her. They had made it, too.
He pounded her rear end, feeling it with both hands. A lovely chunk of flesh. He fingered her chink, where his cock was reaming in and out, foaming. The lips of her cunt were firm and her little clit was a button. When he touched it she squirmed and made sounds with her lips.
She liked that, so he diddled her at the same time.
And suddenly she came. The orgasm seemed to convulse her. She breathed hard, her body undulated and shuddered. He fucked her hard, as hard as he could drive it in. She was loving it.
She lasted a long time.
When she began to subside, he dragged it out of her and she turned, weakly, and leaned against the tree. He came close, lifting the robe, putting the steel cock at her pussy. Embracing her, he kissed her passionately. She was a sinuous, warm body, holding him fondly, undulating against him with inciting lushness. Her leg went up and he writhed with her, trying to get the prick to enter her. It teased her, making her sigh and wriggle, entering only a few inches.
"You still love him?" he asked with sarcasm.
"Don't talk," she breathed.
"No, I mean-you really love him?"
"Of course I do." Her lips closed over his mouth and her tongue tangled with his. Her mound bucked at the long cock, surging against t. He tried to pick her up, to get the penis into her. She was just a little too short. "Wanna come?" she asked. He nodded. "Uh huh."
She pulled at him, pushing his back against the tree. He heard her soft giggle. "Don't hold back!"
Then she was on her knees in front of him. He stared down, feeling her lips close on the long dong. She laved it, licked it, and he squirmed. She worked her fingers at the base of it and squeezed it with her lips. He began to pant. At the hotel basement she hadn't done it this way. There she had merely pretended to suck it-not like this. Dex clamped down on his lower lip. He was going to have to concentrate on something else to keep from shooting it too soon. She was too goddam expert.
Why was she out here in the night with him instead of getting her gun off in bed with Luther? It bothered him.
She made him really squirm. She was working it like no one ever had. He could see the sparkle in her dark eyes when she looked up at him.
Think of something else-or he'd come in a second.
He was seven years old, and a man had come to the door when he was home alone. The man was selling something, and had pushed his way in, and given him some chocolate. Then the man was down in front of him, opening his pants, licking his cock-why was he thinking of that?
So many years ago. But it had felt so good-and the man had sucked it for what seemed like an hour-Dex sighed. He was gonna come!
It erupted. Brenda knew it was coming-she was expert enough to know all the signs. Her mouth closed over it and accepted the spurting; he jerked uncontrollably, trying to hold onto the tree, spreading his legs wide to keep from falling.
He had to grit his teeth, it was painful, the intense, anguished pleasure. Her lips kept it coming, milking him. He bent over her dark head, panting hard, bucking and writhing, pushing the cock out, wanting her to swallow it balls and all. God! What a woman!
The sensation flooded him; harassing his nerve-ends, making him shudder with stupefied ecstasy. Her soft mouth continued to love the wand, caressing it with tongue and lips, warming it, kissing it, swallowing it. Dex hung on the tree, capable of nothing but tremorous patience. He panted, heavy-lidded in his bliss.
"How you feel now?" she whispered.
"Jesus," he hissed. "You c'n have me!"
She giggled over the cock softly, licking it. "I got you, baby."
"And you c'n have all you want."
She rose to her feet, leaning against him, still holding the prong with her warm hand.
"Gimme a cigarette."
He lit two and put one in her red lips. She smelled of his sex. "I gotta tell you something, baby."
"Yeah?"
She blew smoke and glanced at the dark trailer, a blob in the near distance. "We coulda fucked in bed with him and he wouldn't have woke up. I put some stuff in his coffee."
He blinked at her, not knowing what to say.
"Some sleep drops, you know, not harmful."
"How come?"
"Baby, I get a hankering sometimes, and like I say, you got to me." She squeezed the cock. "You got a lovely one."
"Thanks." He ran his hand over her belly and up between her legs. She giggled slightly as he squirmed a finger into her. She massaged the cock.
"That's not what I was gonna say though."
"What?"
"Luther is jealous as hell of me. That other guy we had. He didn't get hit by no car. Luther caught him with me and hit him with a log."
"And you?" Dex asked. "Me? Well, I love Luther, but I love screwin' even more."
CHAPTER SIX
They reached Swonton in the early afternoon. It was a dusty little place, barely ten thousand souls according to the sign at the edge of town.
Dex took the car to be greased while Luther and Brenda went calling. After the service station finished, he pulled the car and rig out to the street and dozed in the front seat till they returned.
"Okay, we got a deal," Luther said. He lit a cigarette and curled his lip at the main street. "This is a dead town. We're gonna be lucky t'make gas dough to Quincy."
"What's the deal?"
"We'll do it in the back room over at the restaurant. They got a little private bar in there."
"And a couple girls," Brenda said, grinning.
Luther shrugged, "Some old whores with calluses on their pussies."
"What's in Quincy?" Dex asked.
"That's a town," Brenda said. "We were there last year."
"Yeh. Ought to make a couple hundred-we'll stay two, three nights if we can." He slipped the key in the ignition and turned the starter over. "We'll go take a nap and get back here after dark."
Dex smiled. His cock stirred; he was gonna fuck Brenda pretty soon, he looked at her and thought he saw an answering gleam in her eye.
They drove back into town after dark. Luther parked near a cafe and they had dinner in an Italian place with red and white checked table cloths, and wine. Dex rubbed knees with Brenda under the table.
Luther talked about going back to West Virginia and buying land. "-Guess I'm a frustrated farmer-"
"Just gimme dough," Dex said. "I'll find out something t'do with it."
"You'll fuck it up, neighbor, and then you"Ll have nothing. You got to put it into something solid."
Dex looked at Brenda, put it into something solid. Christ! He'd like to put it into her right here, lay her across the fucking table. He needed more diddling than he was getting. The old cock was hard all night some nights. He grunted and let Luther talk.
Brenda pressed her leg to his.
When they went out to the rig it was very dark. The moon was nowhere. The streetlights were few and far between, in the middle of the wide street. When they walked to the car, he grabbed her ass and rubbed it hard. She smiled at him over her shoulder.
Luther drove to the restaurant. It was closed for alterations, a sign said.
"We'll park around back," Luther said. "They'll let the guys in the front."
There was no alley, but a vacant lot with grass and weeds provided a parking spot. They put the pick-up and trailer near the back door of the restaurant. Luther jumped out and walked toward a little guy who came from the door.
"That's Barney," Brenda said. "He's the guy we made the deal with. She smiled at him as he slid his hand over her thighs.
"I'm so fuckin' hot!"
She giggled and reached for it instantly, watching Luther. The two men conferred, heads together near the back door, then went inside. Brenda ripped the zipper down. She picked the cock out and ducked her head. Dex sucked his breath sharply as her mouth closed over it.
She was up quickly, patting the prick and moving away. "Put that thing outa my sight, baby. You'll get me all stewed up!"
"I want to."
"Yeh, I know." She glanced at the back of the building. "I told you, get that thing back in fits hole."
"You got the hole, honey."
She giggled. "Stop that talk! You're gonna have it tonight."
He grunted and stuffed the pecker back, zipping up slowly. He could go all night and half the next day the way he felt now. She was hot for it too, he could tell. He slid his hand across her breasts and bounced them. She looked at the back door, offering no resistance. He fondled them, one after the other and she sighed.
"We can't do anything about it, baby. Whyn't you quit? You're making us both horny!"
"Yeh." He got out of the car and shut the door. Christ, the old pecker was so hard it wouldn't go down. He walked to the end of the trailer and yanked out a cigarette. He lit it and looked down at his pants. The fly jutted out where his hard-on pushed the cloth. Man! He was hard!
Every time he looked at her he twitched in he cock. She was round, and animal-like, and she loved it. No kidding abouttha She really loved it. How come Luther didn't give her enough?
He puffed and tried to blow smoke rings-hard to see in the gloom. Maybe she was one of those dames who never could get satisfied. What did they call them-nymphos.
He could hear Luther returning. Standing still, he pressed on the prick; it was slowly subsiding, didn't stick out like a sore thumb now. Luther came around the pick-up and rummaged in the back for the pad.
"We'll have to use this t'night, Barney hasn't got a couch. Gimme a hand with this phonograph."
"Yeah." Dex hopped up on the side and muscled out the phonograph box. They carried the stuff to the back door and Brenda followed, walking slowly.
Barney was a skinny, pocked creature, slightly stooped, with an evil grin. He kept looking at Brenda, looking as though he'd like to boot her right there; she ignored him. "Where'll we dress?"
"I show you the joint," Barney said. He led through the kitchen, a grease-smelling room with stoves and sinks covered over with tarps. "We're remodelin' the place, take another week or so."
He opened a door and clicked on the light. It was a storeroom, lined with shelves, mostly empty, floored with rough boards. There were no windows; the room was high ceilinged but small, long and narrow.
"Well, it'll do." Luther said, rubbing his chin. "How many guys?"
"Eight 'er nine."
"Jesus! That all!" Luther grunted. "You said a bar, not a storeroom."
Barney shrugged. "Maybe I c'n round up a couple more-you still holdin' at five bucks each?"
"Hell, got to, neighbor."
"I could maybe get more at two 'er three."
"How many more?"
Barney shrugged again. His shrewd eye flicked to Brenda and back. "No tellin'. like to show her off, though-that'd build up the attendance."
"How you goin' to do that."
"Take 'er a couple places, just let the guys look at 'er."
Dex glanced at Brenda. She was unconcerned, expressionless.
Luther looked at his watch. "Won't take long," Barney said. "All right, let's go."
"Hmmm?" Barney hesitated. "I mean alone. Me'n her."
Luther smiled grimly. "No deal, neighbor. I go where she goes."
Barney didn't like it but now he was committed. He let out his breath and led the way out, locking the door behind them. Luther pointed to the rig and Dex nodded. He watched them take off in Barney's car.
Lighting another cigarette, he wandered around the block, looking at the town. They were in a crummy section. The ass-hole end of the burg, rundown and dirty. He leaned against the building. Shit. If he had dough-if he had dough. A woman came along the street, picking her way carefully, the sidewalk was uneven and rutted. He looked at her-she was the only thing to look at anyway. She was thirtyish, dressed in a dark dress with a short coat. When she glanced up he could see in the harsh light of the distant streetlamp that she was well painted.
"Hi," she said unexpectedly. She halted in front of him-he could smell the strong perfume that radiated from her. "You got another one of them?"
"Huh? Yeah." Dex fished out the pack and offered her one. He struck a match and lit it for her. In the spurt of yellow light she didn't look too old-not too bad, in fact. It surprised him.
"Thanks." She smiled. "I'm goin' uptown--tryin' to make a buck."
He grinned back, "the hard way?"
"You said it, honey. On m'back." She puffed the cigarette and looked at him speculatively. "How 'bout it-maybe you're innerested?"
He ran his eye over her figure, she was shorter than Brenda; he compared all dames to Brenda.
"You got a buck, honey?"
"Well. . . "
She stepped closer and her hand cupped his balls and lifted smoothly, weighing them. "Little half-an'-half? I give you a good one, honey."
He shouldn't, not with the fuck-show coming up very soon. He shook his head. "I better not."
"C'mon. You're a cute guy. I let you come in my mouth." She squeezed the cock and it began to rise. Her eyes opened wider, he could see the whites. "Jeez, you got a whopper!"
"That's me, John Bigcock."
She was massaging it now. "Oh, shit, honey!" Before he could stop her she unzipped him, expertly, and had it naked in her hands, both of them. "Shit! That's the biggest cock I ever seen!" She pulled at him. "C'mon, let's get off the street!"
"I tole you..."
She yanked her skirt up and pulled the head of the cock into her crotch. "You want it for nothin', honey?"
"Nothin'? "
Her leg went up. She was trying to stuff the prick into herself. "I don' want no dollar, honey," she whispered hoarsely, "Jus' stick it in me, huh? Stick that fucker in me!"
Dex looked along the street. There were cars coming. He pulled the girl to the end of the building; they went around the side, between the walls, a space of four or five feet. It was dark and weedy underfoot. She clutched his cock desperately, working it in her hand. Sonofa-bitch, she had him hot now. After that diddling with Brenda, he was ready. The girl was hissing her breath, excitedly tugging the prick and pushing herself at it. She almost made him laugh.
"I ain't a real whore, honey-just stick 'at thing in me!"
He lifted her and rammed her back against a wall. Her legs went up, one on either side of him and he felt her hands guide it. He was in her before he realized it. Suddenly warm and deep, in to the hilt-and her giggling and grabbing onto him.
"Oh, Jesus, God! I never had a thing like 'at in me!" She bucked at him: "Fuck it in, honey-c'mon, gimme it-Oh, Jesus, God!"
He closed his eyes and pretended it was Brenda. She couldn't move much, but she writhed like a loose snake. She held on and panted like a goat in heat. He fed it to her hard and deep, long strokes as Luther had taught.
"Oh, my God!" she said, over and over, "Oh, my Gawd!"
He tried to come as soon as possible. And when he spurted-she erupted with him. They almost fell to the ground; he had to spread his legs wide and lean on her. It was a furious moment-and then he could hold her up no longer, and the cock came out. She groaned, and then she was on her knees in front of him, sucking it madly.
It was still hard.
"God," she said, "if my ol' man had a dong like this'n I'd stay home an' fuck m'self silly!" He began to laugh.
She looked up. "Whassmatter with you?"
He lifted her and she instantly drew up her skirt and rubbed the cockhead on herself. She raised her leg and pushed at it, trying to stand on her toes. "Fuck me again!"
He pushed her away and took the prick from her.
"C'mon," she hissed. "You got me hot now, honey-alia cunt you want-c'mon!"
"Beat it," he said, zipping up. He didn't want her. Brenda would be here any minute. But it was funny the way she kept pawing him. Demanding it. He turned and ran the other way, into the darkness. She yelled after him.
He jogged around to the rig and leaned on the front fender, the naked cock still sticking out of his pants. Hard as brass. She'd been a funny one. Asking him for a buck and ending up begging for it. He looked down at the stiffness and pulled out a cigarette. Maybe he did have something there. It was bigger than most. He'd heard that all his life, "Gee, you got a big cock", and maybe he'd just taken it for granted.
Brenda liked it. He lit the cigarette, thinking about her titties. He finished the butt before the cock went down. He put it away, sighing.
They arrived shortly after, and Luther seemed grumpy. "He's a phony," he said when Barney went into the building and turned on a light.
"Eight guys or no show," Brenda said.
"That ain't much," Dex shook his head. "Half split?"
"He wants half," Luther said. "I tole him sixty-forty is the least." He kicked the dirt. "I got a notion t'go on to Quincy."
"Let's see who comes, how many of em," Brenda said. "We need the dough."
"A'right." Luther went inside.
"The little bastard wanted me t'take on guys afterward," Brenda said. "He thinks I'm a goddam floozie."
"Ain't this kinda short notice for the show?"
She nodded. "Yeah. But we never done a show here before. Luther never met this Barney creep, so he didn't know we were coming. Keno tole us to see him."
Dex looked at the building. "This ain't much of a place."
She giggled. "We done shows in worse, baby. We even done'em out in the fields. You got to grab a buck where you can."
"Did Luther get you into this?"
"You mean screwin' for a living?"
"Yeh."
She moved her shoulders. "Yeah. I was in a show, a burleque-I was a stripper and the show was going broke."
"I'd pay to see you!"
She smiled. "It wasn't customers, it was crooked management. Anyway we got stranded and that's when I met Luther. He took me and fed me, and he was strugglin' then. He was selling feed and grain and just makin' enough to buy beans."
Luther came out and motioned. "We got six guys so far, and Barney says there's more."
"How we gonna work it?"
Luther rubbed his chin and picked at a hair. "We'll get 'em all in the room and we'll use the door t'go in and out, put the pad right in front of the door."
Brenda asked, "On the floor?"
"Yeah. There ain't any chairs. The guys'll have to sit on the floor anyway."
"There was only one light," Dex said.
Luther nodded. "So it ain't the Ritz. This ain't the worse hole we been in, eh, honey?"
"Hell no," Brenda said. "And Quincy's comin' up."
"Yeh. Thingsll be better there. I bet we make us a nice little pile. I'm gonna send Slack a letter tellin' him we'll be there. Remind me tomorra, honey."
He went back inside.
"How's your nuts?" Brenda asked.
Dex blinked. She was rough sometimes. "Okay, honey. Still askin' for you."
She giggled and brushed her hand over his fly softly. "We'll do a short one t'night. Bang, bang and get out. These hicks don't expect much."
"But I do."
"Yeah?" She pushed on the fly, digging her fingers into the soft bulge there, stroking it lightly. "Were you really in the jug-jail?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Just asking."
"I'm a badman." He grinned at her in the gloom.
"What were you in for."
"Robbery."
"Whad you steal, little stuff or big stuff."
"Cars," he said, thinking fast. He had stolen a car.
Luther came out again. "All right, let's go. We got eleven guys, better'n I thought. Five for most, four for two each."
"You got it?" Brenda asked.
Luther patted his pocket. "Sixty-forty." He stopped them in the kitchen, speaking low. Dex could hear the murmur of voices. The guys were all in the storeroom, waiting.
"Lissen, we do a short one." He looked at Dex. "If you don't pop your load, you go when Brenda says. You got that?"
Dex frowned. "How short?"
"No more'n ten minutes."
"You mean after I get in?"
Luther nodded. "Yeh. Brenda'll give 'em a cunt show, then you come in." He looked at her. "Cut the cocksucking. Just fuck and get out. Right?"
"Okay," she nodded.
"I'll put the phonograph in the hall outside the door. When we go, go right to the rig and we'll make tracks. I don't like the looks o'this Barney. I told him what we do-only I told him we go back after we go out the first time. That might slow 'em up."
"What're you expecting?" Dex asked.
"You never know." Luther turned. "C'mon."
Dex followed her, rubbing her butt. Barney appeared at the kitchen door: "Hey, ain't you ready yet?"
"We're comin', " Luther said. "Go tell 'em some jokes."
Brenda stopped at the door. "Let's leave the clothes here, huh?"
Dex said, "Yeh." He began to unbutton his shirt. The guys in the storeroom were gabbing in low voices. Blue cigarette smoke ebbed in the air outside the room.
Luther put the phonograph just outside the door and plugged it in. Somebody yelled, "Where's the broad?"
Barney went down the hall and talked to them.
Brenda was naked in a minute. She shook her hair out, smiling at him. He knew she was excited. The whole prospect excited her-she came over and held onto his naked cock, yanking it.
"Get it harder!"
"It'll be hard." Dex shucked his pants and shoes. He flexed his shoulders, feeling her massaging his manhood.
"That's better," she said with a trace of giggle.
Luther came back. "Okay, you ready? He watched Brenda pulling at the cock. "You all set, Dex?"
"It's hard," she said.
"Yeh, I can see that." Luther turned away. "I'll start the record."
She bent and kissed the end of it. "Keep it that way, baby!" She went down the hall, ass wriggling, glancing back over her naked shoulder, smiling. The record made the announcement, then the music started.
When she jumped into the room with a squeal, the guys yelled out. They laughed, applauded and the room was suddenly noisy with whistles. Dex moved down the hall toward the door, handling his cock, keeping it interested. She must be rotating the gash in their faces.
Luther nodded approvingly. He stood at the door, watching her, glancing at Dex.
He wondered, looking at the husky man, why Luther never seemed to get a hard-on. Any ordinary guy-hell, any guy would be coming in his pants at the things she did. You never got that used to it.
He listened to the men inside. They were quieter now, sort of a hush, but some were talking to themselves under their breaths-" Man, restroom kit that-ohhhh, shit-"
Luther looked toward him and nodded.
Dex swallowed. His butterflies had been under control. Think of anything but going in there to boot her. The cock was like steel-that reassured him. He'd just close his mind, go in and-Luther was jumping for the door. Brenda screamed.
There was a scuffle, someone shouted. Barney came scuttling out of the room, wide-eyed. Dex ran past him, pausing at the door. Luther was on his knees, flailing blows at a lanky man who was prone, atop a screaming Brenda. The guy was trying to fuck her, and Luther was cursing and landing blow after blow. The room was in an uproar.
Most of the men, Dex could see at a glance, were still sitting, wide-eyed at the sudden fight. Chattering and yelling, but taking no part. They stared at him and his nakedness. The music blared on.
The lanky man bucked aside, cringing from Luther's slashing attack. His weenie flopped wetly. Brenda scuttled and Dex helped pull her away: "Get your clothes an' go!" he hissed in her ear.
He grabbed Luther's arm. The big man was furious, red-faced and going after the attacker. He flung Luther around. "Come on!"
Luther blinked, his fist cocked.
The crowd yelled then, seeing Brenda run out. Most of them rose, some shouted to her to come back. One tried to follow and Luther clipped him, roaring.
Dex heard Brenda yell again. He ran down the hall to the kitchen. Barney had her pushed over a sink, one hand holding her head against the wall, the other about her. He was humped over her back, pumping his cock into her as fast as he could go. She was whimpering, hanging onto the sink. His prick was crammed into her ass.
Dex charged, hitting Barney with the side of his hand. The guy screamed and was flung to the floor, crumpling. His hard cock spouted gobs of milky stuff, spraying the floor. Dex kicked his face, nearly slipping on the goo.
He scooped up Brenda: "You okay, honey?" She was scared to death, trembling like a leaf in the wind. He released her; the noise from the storeroom was a steady chattering, and Luther appeared, holding the phonograph. "Let's go, grab your clothes!" He saw Barney and frowned.
"Take 'er out," Dex said. He ran for their clothes and followed Luther. Barney was trying to scramble up, yelling:
"You did'n finish the show!"
Dex kicked him and limped out, running for the rig.
By the time he reached it, Luther had the engine started. He jumped in the door as Brenda held it and the pick-up spurted ahead.
They were both naked, he and Brenda. His cock was still hard as a fencepost.
"The goddam son of a bitch!" Luther grated. He was red and angry. "We shoulda gone on to Quincy-I knew that fucker was no good!"
"He didn't hurt me," Brenda said.
"We lost the pad," Dex looked back. His hand hurt.
"Screw the pad," Luther growled. He looked at them. "Get your duds on."
Brenda's hand had closed around his prick and Dex gritted his teeth. So he didn't get to hump her after all. "I got cheated," he said.
Luther looked at him. "That coulda been a mess."
"He sure helped us get out," Brenda said, "you know that."
Luther nodded. Be took sidestreets through the town. "Yeh, you did okay, Dex. I gotta hand it t'you."
"You gonna leave me up in the fuckin' air?"
Luther sighed. "Shit, you had hard-ons before!"
"Not with all this girl sittin' beside me."
Brenda giggled. She wriggled into her blouse, covering her breasts, still brushing against the hard cock.
Luther was silent for several moments. He turned the rig back on the highway south and drove glumly, hunched over the wheel.
"It'll only take a minute," Brenda almost whispered.
Luther sighed deeply and swung the pick-up off the road. The tires bumped over the uneven ground and rolled to a stop. He remained behind the wheel, staring into the dark windshield.
"Get out'n do it-hurry up!"
She giggled as Dex opened the door. He dropped out onto the ground and turned to catch her. She slammed the door, yanking the blouse off over her head. Gorgeous naked body-pale in the night! He pushed her in a rush against the side of the truck, lifting her, sliding between her legs.
She grabbed his shoulders, hissing at him: "Baby, lemme suck it off!"
He didn't answer, pushing the prong at her--digging it in and ramming it deep. He lifted her thighs and thrust, thrust, thrust. Jesus, that was better! It was a relief just to get it in her.
Her warm breath was on his cheek, her lovely titties cuddled against his chest. He fucked her hotly, violently, the picture of Barney hunched over her back in his mind. She hadn't put up much of a fight. She could have prevented him from getting it in-she wanted it.
"Kiss me!" Her lips sought his, wetly, urgently.
He pumped it to the hilt, jabbing her fast and rubbing her clit, making her squirm. She was an animal, a gorgeous, wanton animal. Her sinuous body craved him; she was voracious, tempestuous, panting and moaning with sheer delight. He knew he made her orgasm. She reveled in it, her spasms fevered him-and he lost his resolve. The driving cock spouted, fountained, and he gasped, ramming her desperately.
They clung together, drenching, naked and still serpentining. They slow-fucked, losing tempo and shuddering in the sweet anguish, kissing deeply. God! He loved this woman!
A car went past on the highway; they were on the field side of the road, no one could see them but he hugged her close. She giggled in his ear, then bit it gently. "That was wonderful!"
He revolved his loins against hers. The cock was still hard. She said, "Mmmmmmm," licking his ear.
"Hey!" yelled Luther.
Brenda sighed. "All right, baby."
"I got a lotta fuck left," Dex said softly.
He felt her nuzzle him, squeeze with her cunt. "Yeah, me too."
"How long's it take?" Luther yelled.
Dex growled. "How'd you know?"
"Shhhh, baby." She covered his lips with her mouth. She fucked him hotly for a moment. "Better take it out!"
He moved back slowly, letting the long cock drag out of her slowly. She sighed deeply; her head went back, he could see her biting her lips. Christ! Someday he had to get her in a bed and keep her there all day and all night. She wanted it as bad as he did.
He watched her dress, pulling on his own pants. She didn't want to-that was plain. She didn't want to go back in that goddam pick-up. Did she really love Luther?
When they got in, Luther started the engine and pulled back on the road without a word. He drove, hunched over the wheel, looking straight ahead. Dex put his head back and slumped down on the seat, feeling her thigh warm against his.
Did he love her or was it just that she fucked better than anyone he had ever known? She was an animal about it. She gave him a hard-on every time he saw her. He tried to sleep but his brain whirled, seeing her, feeling her, knowing she was so close. He dozed.
When he woke the car had stopped. He looked up blearily, rubbing his eyes. They were in a gas station somewhere; it was still night, Brenda was sleeping, her head on his shoulder. Luther was outside, talking to the station guy.
He looked at her, and her eyes opened. She smiled and her hand crept across his thigh and grasped his cock tightly.
"Where're we?"
"I dunno," Dex said. "In a gas station some'ers." .
The guy rattled the gas cap and fed the hose into the tank. Luther came to the window and shook Dex.
"Time to drive, neighbor."
He opened the door and Dex nearly fell out. Luther scooped up Brenda and carried her back to the trailer. Dex staggered off to the can behind the station.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eli Slack was a fattish, gray-haired man with a big nose and squint eyes. He looked constantly as though he was sniffing.
"I got a bottle of the best, just f'you," he said, pouring four drinks from a dusty, brown jug. He patted the jug and set it by his chair. "Comes in from Mexico, we got connections."
Luther sipped the smoky liquid and smiled. "Damn, we're glad to get back in town, Eli. This country sure is knee deep in lousy booze."
"It's that fuckin' prohibition," Slack said. He winked at Brenda. "Scuse my language. The ass-holes in Washin'ton making ever'thing tough fer us honest folks."
Slack had rented a shack for them on the edge of town, a small five room house, furnished. It was just barely adequate as housing. Slack had pointed to the ceiling when they entered. "Don't think it'll rain soon. If it does, we'll hafta move ya. How long you stayin'? "
"Depends on you, "Luther had said.
"We'll see then."
In the evening he had brought them the jug, and sat for a conference. Dex had learned, during the day, that Slack owned a roadhouse along the Quincy River, an illegal operation that carefully avoided the local law. Eli had booze, gambling and a whorehouse.
"I ain't got any women like you," Slack said, patting Brenda's knee. "I got seven, eight girls but floppers, you know what I mean? They flops on their back and opens their legs-shit. Any damn nannygoat c'n do that!"
"You want the show in the same place?" Luther asked.
Slack nodded, eyeing Dex.
"They'll like him," Brenda said, noting the look.
"Don't doubt it. Luther don't pick no duds."
Luther shrugged lightly. "He got a prick like a goddam horse."
Slack smiled. "That so?" He looked at Dex with speculation, and turned back. "Yeh, since you was here, I got a little stage rigged up. We put on a show now'n then for the visitin' firemen. Little dog act or somepin. Dolly, one of our gals, she got a nice dog."
Brenda made a face. Slack laughed: "That ain't fer you, honey. I wouldn' let no dog put his cock-'scuse my language-up your snatch, no time. Dolly, she's just a old country whore, she don't know no better."
"When you want us?" Luther asked.
"Tomorra night?"
Brenda nodded and Luther smiled. "Fine."
Slack rose and took up his wide-brimmed hat. "Whyn't you come on out when you get slept and look the joint over?"
"Okay," Luther said.
Slack kissed Brenda's hand, shook with Dex and went outside with Luther.
When Luther returned he was smiling. "Eli says we ought t'draw thirty or forty guys at least. He says we can do three, four shows anyway."
Brenda smiled, bright-eyed. "Two shows a night?"
Luther shrugged, looking at Dex. "Depends on Hercules here. You make it for two, you figger?"
Dex wrinkled his forehead. "Hell yeah."
"Well, we need the dough. We need a couple tires too, 'less Slack kin steal 'em for us."
"What's the split?" Brenda asked.
Luther picked his chin. "Well, you know Slack. He wants fifty-fifty. But I figger even then we're ahead. Half with forty guys is better'n anything else we done for a long time. He says maybe we can get some better prices too-we give 'em a longer show." He looked at Dex. "How long c'n you keep it hard, neighbor?"
Dex looked at Brenda. "Couple hours."
"Feed him some meat," she said.
Luther sighed. "Yeh. How 'bout we use another girl?"
Brenda shrugged.
"Yeh, how 'bout that?" Dex grinned at her. The idea made his cock stir.
"Well, we'll see. I'll talk it over tomorra with Slack. He just hinted at it."
They unloaded the trailer, moving the bed into the only bedroom. Dex would sleep on the couch. Luther unhitched the trailer and took the pick-up to the market with Brenda to get groceries.
He walked outside and looked at the sky. A few clouds, reflecting light from the city. Quincy was larger than he had thought. They ought to do all right. Luther was feeling better, he could tell. The husky man had his ups and downs. Luther loved Brenda. He had nearly killed that farmer in the storeroom. Dex shook his head. Luther was a fool. Brenda loved him maybe, but she would make his life miserable.
He walked down the dirt road. There were only a few houses on the street, no lawns, just weeds and cactus and some scrawny trees. Another ass-end of town. His life was spent on the wrong side of the tracks. He had to get some dough together, get out of this rut.
Leave Brenda? He paused, listening to the lonesome howl of a distant hound. Another dog took up the yowl, and another. There he was, baying at the moon. How could he get Brenda away from Luther?
And if he got her for his own-would she be his only? Hell no! By this time he knew her better. What she said and what she did were two different things.
He turned and went back to sit on the front steps of the little shack. He lit a cigarette; tomorrow he'd get his weenie into her. Maybe two shows. A nice long show, where he could fuck her up one side and down the other. He felt himself. Shit-the cock was hard again. His balls were crawling, the penis was pushing against the cloth, hurting a little. He unzipped and let it stick out in the cool air.
"Man, you sure got it for her," he said aloud to the prick.
Eli Slack came for them in the morning and drove them to the club, the Roost, painted on the brown and white sign. It was a sprawling frame building, once a farmhouse according to Slack.
"Out back we use the barn for the girls," he said. "We got it remodled, 'course. They're rooms upstairs now, so 'stead of playin' in the hay, you play in the cunts-'scuse my language." His big nose pointed this way and that, seeming to sniff out news. "We got mighty good law in Quincy these here days. Chief is a fella named Elmer Clepper, cousin of my wife's. They was all Cleppers down there in Dean County."
Dex watched the fat man. Slack had things going the right way here. Cousin of the Chief of Police. Not bad. Slack knew how to figure close; he seemed to be a big, dumb hick but he was sharp, playing all the angles.
" 'Course we treat 'em right," Slack went on. "We brings Elmer and a couple o' his boys out here ever' Monday night and put on a feed for 'em and turn 'em loose up there with the girls."
"No dough?"
Slack shrugged. "Oh, little o' that too, little o' that." He parked the car on the side of the roadhouse facing a door. There were few cars in the big lot. A man opened the door, looked out and waved, then shut the door again.
"That's Hennery," Slack said. "He's the gun 'round here." He smiled at them. "You got to have a little protection, y'know. Money, it attracts them undesireable types. You know what I mean?"
"Yeh," Luther said.
They got out and Slack escorted them inside, standing by the door graciously as Brenda entered. He treated her like royalty, Dex thought. Maybe he had a hard one for her too. Probably.
They went into a large dancing and drinking area. All the chairs were piled on tables and several men were mopping the floor. Slack ignored them and led the way across the wet, passing the long bar where piled glasses winked and a man with a cigar in mouth and a pad of yellow paper was checking bottles. Slack nodded to him.
He paused near an orchestra ramp. "This here's the grand ballroom, ladies an' gents," he said with the squint eyes darting here and there. "We softens up the suckers then we brings 'em back here, some of 'em." He opened a door and led them through into a square room with mirrors on the walls, crap tables and two roulette wheels.
"Gee, that's a nice layout," Brenda said, with obvious interest. "You done all this since we were here."
"Yeah." Slack was proud of it. He stuck his thumbs in his pockets and smiled around the room fondly.
Dex looked on dully. This was money. Real money. It cost like hell to furnish a layout like he was seeing. Eli Slack was in a different league from them. Slack was showing off to the poor folks.
Slack ushered them out and locked the door. "There's tables upstairs too for them as wants a little cards, and girls. Tables an' beds." He winked at Brenda. "Good thing about gamblers is they like a girl t'screw if they's winning, and they like one if they's losing. Changes their luck."
"Less they gets the clap," Luther said.
Slack guffawed. "Yeh. But the gals, they looks 'em over real good. You got to look at what you eat." He laughed and slapped Brenda's butt lightly. "Lemme show you our little stage."
He opened a side door and they went out again to the parking lot and down the side of the building to the barn.
"The girls won't be up this early," he said. He produced a key and opened the front door. A negro maid smiled and disappeared and they heard her rattling pans somewhere in the back. Slack went up the stairs which were carpeted. "Don't look like a barn no more does it?"
"Sure don't." Luther said.
The second floor looked like a cheap hotel, Dex thought. A line of closed doors down a central hallway, with a couple of fire extinguishers on the walls. Slack marched down the hall in front of them, turning to mouth the word: "Girls," and point to the rooms.
He opened a door at the end of the hall and they filed in. It was a smallish room, thick-carpeted, with drapes and hangings on the walls, no windows showing, and a small stage at the far end. Slack closed the door.
"Here y'are, friends. You work here."
"Iszat the only way up here?" Luther asked.
Slack went up the two steps to the small stage. He put his hands on his ample hips and surveyed the room. "We c'n get fifty folks in here, had 'em too. We just brings in chairs."
The stage was fitted with small footlights, and Slack went to the side and pulled on a rope. A curtain swung across, then back again. "This here's a real stage."
"Gosh," Brenda said admiringly.
"We shows movies too," Slack said, pointing to a small booth in the rear. "We got some fuckin' pictures-like that. Warms up the guys while we wait for the cooch show." He winked.
Dex wandered backstage. It was tight, almost no room for scenery. The back wall of the building was only ten feet from the front of the curtain. There was a door at the corner of the wall, probably the back door Slack had mentioned. He was very impressed. They ought to make a couple bucks in this joint.
Luther was asking for a couch. Dex went back and joined them.
"I'll have Billy bring one in," Slack said. "What else you want?"
"That's all," Luther shrugged. He smiled thinly, "That's all you need. They'll come t'see the action not the props."
Slack slapped him on the back, laughing. "Thass right, that's sure right."
"How about heat?" Brenda asked. "I work in my skin."
Slack laughed again. "Don't you worry none. This place gets cozy as a finger in th' ass! 'Scuse my language. We got a heatin' system in the basement. Had t'put it in, the whore girls complained alia time."
He produced a cigar, not offering them around, bit the end and sucked on it. "I got a few of the boys out drummin' up trade now." He scratched a match and looked at them, bathing the end of the cigar in the tiny yellow flame. "How long a show you figger to put on?"
"What can we get for it?"
Slack squinted, puffing blue smoke. He sighed. "Maybe ten bucks ahead."
Luther said, "How 'bout a half hour?"
"Make it a li'l longer than that." Slack looked at Brenda. "No offense, honey, I don' remember. Will you hump some o' the boys afterwards?"
"No," Luther said.
Slack sighed again. "That's a damn shame. It would sorta add some flavor, you know what I mean? Think I could push up the take." He cocked his head at Luther.
Luther frowned and looked at the floor.
"You got some other gals for that, huh?" Brenda said.
"Oh yeah, sure I have." He winked at her. "But I ain't got none like you."
There was a silence. Slack puffed on the cigar, looking at them, looking round at Dex. Dex shrugged.
"All right," Slack said. "We make it a hour show, ten bucks a head and no screwin' afterwards-not with Brenda. Right?"
Luther glanced at Dex, and nodded.
"Except for me." Slack looked at the cigar.
"What?"
"Except for me-and the gal here."
Brenda blinked at him. She moved her eyes sideways to Luther. His face was getting red.
"Eli-I thought we was good friends," Luther said in a low voice.
"Hell, we are," Slack said jovially. "That ain't much t'ask. This here feller"-he indicated Dex-"he gets his nuts off, huh?"
"That's business."
"So's this. You got to take a little, give a little, friend."
"I'll do it," Brenda said, "Let's not fight about it."
"Sure," Slack said. He puffed and looked at Luther. Behind him, Dex glowered.
Luther walked to the stage and back as they watched. "Once?"
"Sure."
"When?"
"Oh, how 'bout this evenin', before the show?"
Luther pressed his lips together, nodded and walked to the door. Slack winked at Brenda and followed.
They spent the day doing nothing. Dex walked into town, curious to see it, finding it exactly as he had expected. He wandered along the show windows, looking at clothes and goods beyond his reach. It took dough to buy that stuff.
He stood on a street corner looking at the skyline, wondering if it would be possible to work himself into Slack's organization. Slack smelled of dough. In a day when everyone was scrambling for a buck, Slack was sitting on top of a heap. Not a big heap, maybe, but a heap. And bigger than most. Bigger than he had or Luther. And bigger than they were-likely to get with the show. The show was too limited; all they could hope to do was make a living with it. Dex realized suddenly that that was all Luther was trying to do. Luther was marking time.
He went back, slowly, thinking about Brenda. If a guy had a coozie like Brenda it didn't matter what he did as long as he could spread her every day. His cock stirred. Every time he thought about her he got horny. Maybe it was the knowledge that he was going to prong her tonight. He dreamed about it the rest of the way-the way it felt when he got it in her.
They weren't in evidence when he arrived; the pick-up and the trailer were locked, and the front door was latched. He went around to the back and put his foot on the back stoop. He could hear voices. The bedroom window was open.
Dex slid along the building and put his eye to a corner of the window. It was dim inside, but they were on the bed only a few feet away. They were both naked, curled in each other's arms, with her on top. Dex frowned, peering at them. Luther wasn't in her. He couldn't see Luther's cock at all. She was half lying on him, whispering to him, stroking him.
Luther's voice, when it came, was a rumble, but Dex could not make out words. He stared at Brenda's lovely buttocks, feeling his cock rise. Shit, he'd stick it up her so far...
They didn't move at all. Dex went out to the truck, lit a cigarette and rubbed his dong. Thinking about Brenda was hard on the balls. Did she really love him-Luther?
When he finished the cigarette he went in the back door and made noises in the kitchen. In a few moments Brenda came out, smiling. "Where you been?"
"Up town. Just curious." He heard Luther go into the bathroom and close the door. He moved in close to her quickly. There seemed to be a sparkle in her eyes. "Can't wait for t'night."
She giggled lightly as he unzipped, took out his cock and put it in her hands. She massaged it ardently. "Ohhh, Lordy."
He hissed: "See how hot it is for you?"
She dropped the prick and turned away. "Get it outahere!"
He ran his hands up under her robe, feeling naked flesh, reaching for her cunt and finding it wet. She sucked in her breath and moved quickly away from him. "Get that thing outa sight!"
The toilet flushed.
Dex gritted his teeth and stepped to the rear door. He stuffed the hard prick into his pants as he went outside. Jesus! That woman would drive him insane!
He went around in front and sat on the steps, staring at the distant town. Patience, he told himself. He was gonna fuck her tonight-after Slack did. That sonofabitch Slack. He had a houseful of cunts but he had to have Brenda too.
Luther unlatched the front door. "C'mon in."
Brenda was fixing supper in the kitchen. Luther poured out three drinks and they toasted Quincy. Luther seemed much calmer now. He was able to mention Eli Slack without swearing. Perhaps Brenda had talked him into something. She had changed into a skirt and man's shirt. Dex tried not to look at the swell of her breasts and the little points her nipples made.
"What's after Quincy?" Dex asked.
"Well go on south to Dimon, that's a small burg, the next big town is Parrish."
"I don't remember that, Parrish," Brenda said.
"We didn't go there. But it's a town, and we oughta make something. We went to Clayton last year, where we had the run-in with the law."
Brenda nodded, flicking a glance at Dex.
"What happened?"
"Jail," Luther said. He shook his head sadly.
"They stuck Brenda in jail-it was a put-up job. Just so they could."
Brenda shrugged at Dex over his shoulder. "Well, they didn't hurt me, baby."
"Yeah, but three of 'em takin' turns, Jesus! Law!"
"There's creeps wherever you go," she said.
Dex thought about Slack. Luther poured another dirnk and downed his in a hurry and poured another. Dex had never seen him drink so much.
"We'll quit this racket, honey," Luther said. "Soon's we get some dough saved-then a farm. That's the way to live, get yourself some land. A guy's who's got land'll get by. He won't starve."
Dex glanced at Brenda. She was standing at the stove, a faraway look in her eyes. He wondered what she was thinking. Did she look forward to a lonely life on the farm as he did? This depression really made guys think of starving, he thought.
Luther shook the bottle and poured himself another. He didn't offer them any. Brenda came and kissed him on top of the head. He reached up and patted her on one breast absently. She stared over his head at Dex.
Before she served supper, Luther had another drink. During the meal he had another and Brenda began to look concerned. Luther's eyes were getting foggy, red-rimmed and heavy. He was silent as he ate, sometimes looking at her, mostly looking at his plate.
When they finished, he sat at the table, wrapped in his thoughts.
Dex went outside in the dark and lit a cigarette.
Luther was probably feeling sorry for himself. He wondered how much dough Luther and Brenda had saved. Was it in the trailer? He walked around the rig slowly, looking at it. It was home-made, sturdy, painted gray like the pick-up. There would be plenty of places to hide dough-you could build in places, sliding panels and stuff. It might take a long time to turn them up. A guy would have to have a long, uninterrupted time.
He flicked the butt away and the back door squeaked. As he turned, he saw Brenda hurrying out of the house. He snapped his fingers and she turned instantly and came to him. She was smiling.
"He's asleep. He always sleeps when he drinks."
She was in his arms, pushing him back against the body of the trailer, her loins grinding into his, her lips voracious.
"Jeez, I gotta have you!" She was feline and provoking.
His cock went to attention and she could feel it. She grabbed for it, pulling on it, too excited to unzip him. "I gotta have it!"
He whirled her about, sat her butt on the fender and yanked the zipper down. The prick sprang out, almost into her slit. Her trembling fingers pushed it into the nest and he thrust. She gasped as it drove in to the hilt.
Man! she was right-she was crazy for it! She squirmed as he fucked her furiously, saying: "Ooooooo," in his ear and holding on to his body with her legs up on each side of him.
She was wilder than usual. Was she so hot because Luther had been fucking her all afternoon, or hot because he hadn't?
He slowed after the first furious flurry and began pumping it into her with deep regular strokes. Her soft hands caressed his face and she pulled his mouth to hers and licked his lips, "-gotta have it-"
He rammed her. "You gettin' it, honey."
She giggled and licked into his ear, making him squirm. "Make me come-I wanna remember it when Slack-" She broke off abruptly.
He had forgotten. She had to screw Eli Slack that evening.
"Thatsonofabitch!"
She petted him, kissing him softly. "It won't be that bad. Not lovely like you-but I'll make it. Make me come, baby, make me come!"
He increased his goading, holding her with both arms, a luscious package into which he thrust his gift.
She responded very quickly-wanting it, writhing for it. Exploding into frenzied convulsions, she gasped and panted loudly. And in the midst of her paroxysms, he found it impossible not to accompany her.
It was another of their desperate grapplings. They were constantly forced to seek release in awkward positions-it took part of his brain to remember not to drop her. He kept up the delicious friction, fucking into her madly, losing the rhythm, almost losing her vagina, but finally thrusting deep and keeping it there, swaying as though to topple.
It took a long while till they were still, with the penis deep inside. She was breathing softly as though asleep.
"You mustn't leave me," she whispered as he stirred. "I mean ever."
"You know I'm crazy for you!"
She cuddled and snuggled as though to get closer.
"He said: "You don't have to let Slack."
"Yes I do." She kissed him softly. "Don't think about it."
"How can I help it?"
"It'll only take a little while, then it's over."
"I don't hafta like that sonofabitch-or you sere win' him."
She giggled softly. "But I come to you when I really want it!"
He looked down at her.
"Baby," she whispered, "This thing is always on my mind!" She slipped her hand down and encircled his cock. "Don't you know that?"
"What about Luther?"
"That's different."
"Why is it?"
She was silent. She sighed and pushed away from him slightly. "I'm getting cold-it's cold out here."
He stepped back and let the dong slide greasily out of her and hang limply, still half hard. She kissed him briefly.
"I'll go sober up Luther."
Before he could object, she had turned away and was running to the back door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eli Slack came for Brenda in his car, and took her away about nine o'clock. Luther was sober, like a volcano about to spew lava in all directions. Dex kept out of his way.
Luther was able to restrain himself till ten, then he insisted on taking the pick-up and driving to the Roost. Dex went along, wondering what the husky man was thinking. Luther was silent, brooding, not a man to cross.
He parked the truck at the edge of the lot. The Roost had a good crowd if the number of cars was any token. They walked slowly toward the main building-then Luther suddenly veered toward the whore's barn.
"Hey-where you going?"
Luther shook his head, not answering. Dex stood and watched the other enter the place and slam the door. Man, he was blotchy!
He looked at the ballroom, started toward it, then changed his mind and followed Luther. He had no idea where Slack had taken Brenda. The guy must have a private suite somewhere. Maybe upstairs in the main building. He looked at the lighted windows, wondering which one was the place. Slack should be plowing Brenda by now. He shook his head as though to shed water; the thought only made him sore.
A woman met him just inside the door. She was plump, dressed in a long gown with garish pins at the shoulders, low cut to show much of her large breasts. She smiled, then she looked closer at him and his clothes.
"You in the right roost, honey?"
He nodded. "Yeh, I work for Eli Slack. I was just follering the guy who came in a second ago."
She made an "O" with her mouth. "Him." She shrugged. "What you want?"
"Where is he?"
"I give him a girl, honey. You wanna go in an' watch?"
He smiled. He would like to at that. "I'll wait." He looked round, the room sure looked different in the soft, concealing light instead of daylight. It was a small waiting room, with magazines like a doctor's office. She cocked her head at him.
"If you work for Eli, what you doin' here?" She was thirty-five if she was a day. Probably the boss of the house.
"I don't go on till later."
She seemed to make up her mind. "OK, you wait somewhere's else then, honey." She went over and opened the door. He could see she didn't believe him.
"We're doin' a show upstairs tonight," he said. "I'm one of the act." He stepped close to her and leered at the half-naked tits. "You wanna be the other half?"
To his surprise she giggled. "Not anymore, honey. I grew outa that."
There were voices outside, men chattering, laughing. The woman nodded her head and took his arm. "C'mon in here, honey. You better wait here." She led him to a door, opening it and putting pressure on the arm. He went inside; it was a small office, a desk two chairs and a small lamp overhead.
He could hear the woman greeting her customers in the waiting room. They talked for a moment then the voices faded out. Dex frowned. The voices sounded again seeming to come from the end of the little office. There was a partly closed door there he hadn't noticed. He opened it and the voices were a louder murmur.
It was a short hallway, dark, leading to another door. Along the right side were slits, showing light. He looked through to another room where the woman and two men were talking to four girls. The four whores were nearly naked. One of the men's arms was about a blonde girl, their backs were toward him, and Dex could easily see the man's hand slid down the crack of her ass and under her. The girl writhed and smiled.
"This is Dolly," the woman said, indicating another blonde girl with wide hips and large full breasts.
The man and the blonde moved out through a door. The second man, a chunky red-faced type in a pressed suit, felt over Dolly's breasts, squeezing them as the woman waited and smiled. "Yeh," the guy said.
Dolly simpered. "I French too, honey."
"Let's go," the guy said. She led him out and the woman shrugged. She patted the other girl's asses.
"It's early yet."
Dex went back and sat down in the office. In a moment the woman entered, patting her hair. "What's your name."
"Dex."
"Yeh? Call me Polly. You're not shittin' me about the show, huh? I knew they were havin' one!"
"I'm the guy all right." He wondered what to do-now that Luther was closeted with some girl and Brenda was with Slack. Polly lit a cigarette and slid into her chair staring at him.
"Eh told me he had a horse cock to do the show-"
"That's me," Dex said. "You wanna see it?"
She lifted one shoulder an inch. "I seen a lot of 'em, honey. Big ones, little ones, fat ones, crooked ones-" She laughed. "This sure is a funny business."
Someone entered the waiting room and Polly rose, but the guy went outside from the stairs. She came back and sat down. "You want a drink?"
"Yeh." He smiled at her. He watched her open a cabinet and take out a bottle and glasses. She poured the amber liquid and slid a glass toward him. He sniffed it, not raw at all.
"We get it bonded from Mexico," she said. "An' it ain't bad stuff." She lifted the glass. "Here's to love."
They drank, and Dex cocked his head. It sounded like a woman yelling somewhere. A slight sound, muffled by the drapes and walls-sure it was a woman. He looked at Polly.
"You hear that?"
"Hear what?" She blinked.
"Somebody's yellin'! "
Polly rose and slid out fast. Dex followed her; they could hear the screams plainly from the waiting room.
Polly jumped for the stairs, going up faster than he would have bet on. By the time they reached the second floor a half dozen doors were open, girls and half dressed customers flooded into the hall. The screams continued.
A negro maid was hammering on one of the doors. "It's that big fella," she yelled, "That big fella-he in there wi' Rita!"
Dex hung back, a terrible suspicion coming over him. That was probably Luther in there. The girl inside the room was sniffling, yelping and screaming, yelling something he couldn't make out. A man yelled back; Dex snapped his jaw shut. Luther alright. He looked at the mostly naked girls. Dolly was real plump-wasn't she the one with the dog?
A man was shoving his shoulder against the door now.
"Bust it down," Polly yelled. "I d'want him t'hurt her-mister, you in there, you leave her 'lone!"
Another customer, wearing only a shirt, threw his weight against the door and the lock snapped. Both men tumbled inside, the one with the shirt flopped, dong and balls upside down. Polly ran inside-and shrilled at Luther.
Dex pushed through the girls, feeling asses as he went. Luther was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head. The naked girl lay on the floor, her head twisted unnaturally. Polly looked at the girl briefly then turned on them.
"Ever'body out-c'mon, girls, out, out-let's go." She took charge, and they were willing to go. The customers hurried out, muttering. Dex slid by Polly.
The girl was dead-he was sure of it. She didn't move-not the breath of a move.
"Luther," he said. The husky man appeared not to hear. Dex sat by him. "Luther, you know who I am?"
Luther nodded wearily.
"Le's slide out," Dex said. "The pick-up's downstairs. We c'n be a hunnerd miles 'fore they get organized-"
"I dunno what," Luther said dully. "All of a sudden I done it."
"Listen, we gotta-"
"I heard about guys goin' blank-never done it before. She kept yellin' at me, laughing-"
"Izzie alright?" Polly said. She knelt by the slain girl. She looked at Luther warily as though she expected him to go berserk.
"You stay here," Dex said.
Polly sighed. "She's dead. Rita's dead."
"C'mon, Luther," Dex said, touching the man's arm. Luther looked at him, face drawn, eyes hunted.
"Where's Brenda?"
"I dunno. We'll have to go find her."
"I ain't leavin' without Brenda."
"Alright, le's go find her." Dex stood up.
Polly rose and backed toward the door. "You gonna go an' leave Rita dead like that?"
"We can't do nothing for her."
Polly's mouth worked. Her eyes were hard.
Dex wondered if he would have to hit her. He had to get Luther out of here, for Brenda's sake. Someone was pounding on the door. He went over and opened it; Eli Slack came in quickly and locked the door behind him.
Squint-eyes took in the situation. "She dead?"
Polly nodded. "That one did it-"
"Where's Brenda?" Luther asked.
"She's downstairs," Slack said in a low, harsh voice. He studied the nude body, then he looked at Polly. "Go out an' quieten down them people."
Polly moved toward the door and Slack grabbed her arm. "Don't tell no one Rita's dead. You hear?"
Polly sighed. "Yeh, I hear."
Slack opened the door for her and locked it behind her. "She's tough as nails, Polly is. She's alright."
"Brenda's downstairs?" Luther asked.
"She's alright," Slack said. He stood over the body. What the hell you do this for, Luther?"
"She was laughin' at me-I jus' hit 'er. I dunno how it come about-I jus' hit 'er."
"Goddammit, you put us all in a wringer, you know that? They'll close me up tight-put you in the hoosegow an' hang you."
Luther looked at him. His beefy face was pale and lined. He kept his eyes from the nude girl.
Dex ripped the cover off the bed and went around Slack and draped it over the body. Luther began to breathe easier. Slack paced up and down the room, his belly shaking, his big nose pointing at the body, at Luther, at the walls.
Dex lit a cigarette and passed it to Luther. He lit another and sat in a chair across the room. The dead girl had been a pretty good looking pussy despite what Slack had said about his whores. Most of them were not bad-the ones in the hall. He licked his lips, watching Slack pace. This Rita might have been a hell of a good lay. Not like Brenda, of course, but OK as a place to stick a cock. It beat putting it in a sow. Some of these farmers did that he'd heard.
Dex got his mind off the dead girl's cunt. Slack really seemed agitated. Maybe he didn't have it so cozy with the cops-at least not so's they'd fix murder for him.
There were fingernails on the door. Slack danced to it and opened it a crack, then he let Polly in and locked the door quickly.
"I told 'em she's OK," Polly said, looking at the bulge under the cover. "They don't know-"
"Good girl." Slack patted her.
"I tole 'em we sent for a doc. They all went backt'work."
Slack nodded. He looked at Dex. "That means we better go through with the show or they'll wonder. You feel alright, kid?"
Dex nodded, he'd get to fuck Brenda after all. He remembered not to smile.
"What the hell you goin' to do?" Luther asked.
"Listen, I do what I got to." Slack's teeth were clicking. "You goddam cowboy, you got me into this here mess, now you gotta help get us all out."
Luther nodded helplessly. Dex had never seen him in that state-he was possibly still in shock.
"All right." Slack took charge. "Polly, you get your ass downstairs and keep you mouth shut. Kid, you go down and get Brenda and bring her up to the show room-the one where the stage is. You r'member where?"
"Yeh." Dex rose.
"Get goin'. " Slack moved to the door, opened it and locked it behind them.
Polly looked at him and Dex shrugged. They went downstairs quickly without a word. Brenda was not in the waiting room, he found her outside having a cigarette.
"What was the fuss?" she asked.
"Nothin' much-What about Slack?"
She shrugged and eyed him. "He got what he wanted. When do we go upstairs?"
"Now." He took her arm and they went in and up the stairs. The girls had returned to their rooms, all was quiet. They went into the room with the stage and flipped on the lights. Someone had carried in chairs and scattered them about haphazardly.
"We'll meet 'em here," he said and flopped on a chair. "We got to do an hour this evenin'-"
She sat opposite him. "All right, we'll start out the same way, then I get on my back and after that dog fashion. Okay?"
"Sure." He leered at her. "Then what?"
"A little sixty-nine?"
"OK." He rubbed his cock and she smiled, reaching out to feel it.
"Jeez, you're hard."
"It's alius hard around you, honey."
She squeezed it once and withdrew her hand. He moved his chair closer, offering it to her. She rose and walked to the stage. "Wait'll the show-"
He went up behind her and poked it at her butt. She giggled, not moving. "Save it, darling."
"Hell, I could go all week with you." He looked over his shoulder at the door. "How 'bout it now?"
"No. Luther might-"
He growled.
"Wait," She turned and smiled at him. "You're a hot cock!"
The door rattled and opened. Slack came in, followed by Luther and a girl. Luther still looked cowed, Dex thought. He glanced at Brenda; she didn't know about the death of the girl, but she saw immediately that Luther was troubled. She went to him.
Dex looked at the girl. She was a red head, with eyes for him, and a slight smile. He smiled back. She had big tits and nice legs, not too wide in the ass-
"This here's Shirley," Slack said. He pointed to Dex. "Meet Dix."
"Dex," he said, and Slack took the girl's arm.
"Shirley goin' to help out in the show. You two tell 'er what you want. She'll do anythin' you want 'er to." He patted the girl's butt. "All right, honey?"
"Sure," Shirley said.
Slack looked at his watch. "I'll goin' downstairs. The guys'll be comin' in maybe a hour." He eyed Luther closely. "OK, friend?"
"Yeh, OK," Luther growled.
"sen' somebody over with a coupla drinks, huh?" Shirley asked.
Slack nodded and went out, locking the door behind him.
"Whadda we do?" Shirley asked, looking at Dex. "I never done this b'fore."
"We just screw, honey," Dex said. She giggled at him. Luther was coming round, he saw. The husky man had been through a shock, and the effects were making him shake a little; Brenda was trying to soothe him, probably wondering why he was so distraught. Dex wondered if he would tell her. What had they done with the body?
That was Slack's problem, and Luther's. He was glad to let them have it. Of course, if the cops ever hauled them in he had an alibi. He had been talking to Polly at the time the girl had been killed. It was nice to have a witness who could testify for you.
This little red head was pretty cute. She had an upturned nose and a nice smile. He could almost feel those soft, red lips around his cock. She didn't look too old either.
He lit a cigarette as Luther began explaining the operation to her. It didn't take long, and Luther turned to him: "We done this before a few times, usin' two girls. We'll start just like usual, then I'll give Shirley the hi-sign and then you do what comes natural. Right?"
Dex nodded.
"Where you draw the line?" Luther asked.
Shirley blinked at him. "Huh?"
"I mean, what won't you do?"
She looked at them with round eyes. "Gees, I do it all, honey. I'm a all-around girl, that's why Eli sent me over." She flicked her eyes at Brenda. "You want me t'French her, that it?"
"Yeh, that's it," Dex said with a smile.
"Well, sure," Shirley shrugged. "No big deal."
"Lucky me," Brenda said lazily.
CHAPTER NINE
Slack brought the drinks himself. A man came in the back way and arranged the chairs and put ashtrays around. Then he went down the back stairs and came up with a heavy box, put it down and went back for another. In ten minutes he had arranged a bar at the back of the room and was setting out glasses and bottles.
Dex sipped the whisky, watching Slack and Luther in the corner of the room. They had heads together, conferring-probably about the body. What would they do? They couldn't wait too long.
Shirley chatted with Brenda. She was a talkative little pussy, saying little but saying it anyway. Dex put the phonograph on a box behind the curtain and hooked it up. The barman, a bald-headed guy named Ken, went downstairs again and came back with a mattress which he put in the center of the stage. It had a yellowish tick on it, fastened with safety pins at one end.
They were as ready as they'd ever be.
When Slack and Luther separated, Luther motioned them behind the curtain. "Here we go," he said.
He put on some music as the men began to file in. Dex looked through a slit in the curtain. Most of the guys were reasonably well dressed, not the crum-bums they were used to. This was a ten buck house. Shirley came and stood by him.
"Hey, that Luther, he part of it?"
Dex shook his head. "He don't screw, honey."
"Why not?"
"I Dunno. He don't. Ain't I enough for you?"
She giggled. "Hell, I don't care."
Luther motioned. "Get the fuck outa the way. I'm gonna pull up the curtain in a sec."
Dex took a last look. The audience was seated; a quick count showed twenty-three guys, not counting Slack and the barman. Not bad. They were all chatting, restless, a few drinking, most smoking. Layers of blue smoke were beginning to form over their heads.
He moved aside, pulling Shirley with him. "Twenty-three," he said to Luther. The other nodded. Brenda was licking the side of her mouth, waiting. She wore a filmy bra and a wisp of red cloth about her hips. Dex winked at her and she grinned.
As Luther peered through the curtain at Slack, he moved to Brenda and rubbed her nearly naked fanny. She wriggled her hips suggestively. Luther looked around at Dex. "C'mon, get ready-"
Dex slipped his pants off. He was naked in a second. Shirley smiled, seeing the cock arching out. Brenda took hold of it and massaged it.
The curtain parted. A roar of applause and cheers went up from the men. With a squeal, Brenda ran out to the center of the stage and began to wriggle. For a moment the applause and yelling was deafening. Dex looked at Slack. The big nose pointed at her; Slack's eyes never left her hips. He didn't seem concerned at the racket.
Dex stood just behind Luther and watched Brenda bump and grind. She adjusted her moves to the beat of the music. It was a crazy, wild show. His prick was like a railroad spike, watching her ass writhe. He felt Shirley's fingers curl around it and squeeze. He heard her suck in her breath and press close to him. She was naked too and he put his arm about her, rubbing her satin skin, feeling for her round fanny. But never taking his eyes off Brenda's wriggling, pink flesh.
The audience was hushed, watching with big eyes, lusting for her-every one of them were spearing her in their mirds.
Shirley bent her head and licked his cock and he rubbed a hand around under her ass. She was wet in the slit alright. He touched her clit and she jumped.
Brenda was screaming and bumping now, tearing off the wisps of cloth and tossing them into the audience. The guys were on their feet, some of them, yelling and grabbing at the cloth, ripping it when two grabbed the same piece.
"I'm gonna change the record-"
Dex pulled Shirley off the dong.
"Man! That's a club," she whispered.
The music stopped. Luther flipped the record; the audience moaned as Brenda paused and walked about the stage, glancing into the wings. The mattress was up against the curtain leaving her room to wriggle. Someone yelled for her to get on it and spread. They yelled approval.
When the music started, Luther looked around and motioned. Dex took a deep breath, patted Shirley's ass and ran out.
He felt the sudden heat of the lights. There were a half dozen bulbs around the edge of the stage, lighting it up; there was also a spotlight from the back trained on the mattress. This was the first time he'd been in such a spotlight. He heard the guys suddenly fall silent.
The action they had paid for was going to start! A few made cracks about the size of the whang; most were hushed, and Brenda turned a smiling face toward him.
She jumped onto the mattress and went to her knees. Dex grinned, tried to forget the men watching, and stood in front of her, waggling the prick. She grabbed it and kissed it. A sigh went up. When she took it into her mouth, he turned his head and looked at the white faces. A big guy in the front row was open-mouth, staring, licking his lips. A skinny guy next to him was pulling at his collar as though it was too tight.
Dex began to fuck it slowly between her lips.
"Ohhhh, lordy!" someone said.
"Somebody's hoss done lost it's cock," another yelled. Everyone laughed. Brenda smiled around it. She giggled at the guys, took the prick in her hands and put it between her breasts. Dex undulated as she held it in the soft groove. The slick head of it popped up and down and they were hushed again, watching fascinated.
"Fuck 'er," someone yelped. "C'mon-"
Luther changed the record again. Brenda looked up at him. "OK," she said. She jumped to her feet, grabbing the dong, rubbing it up into the hairy bush. Then she dropped to the mattress and spread her legs. The crowd roared, clapping and shouting approval. When Dex got down on her, they fell silent. She guided it, smiling at the crowd, and he thrust it into her. She said, "Ohhhhh!"
The watching crowd moaned and let out its collective breath. They were absolutely silent as Dex began to batter her with the tool. He could hear nothing but the fuck sounds and their breathing. Brenda was pulling on him, holding him, legs about him, bucking up against him.
They kissed and writhed, fucking frantically-the crowd thought it was just show. Dex knew it was for real. Brenda wanted him-and he was crazy for her. He forgot them, holding her, his rioting desires flooding like flame. He made her come-and the crowd recognized it and screamed. She jerked uncontrollably, her face betrayed her passion and her gratification. He fed her the long delicious banana and she bucked over it, a beautiful anguish showing on her face, they knew she was not acting. They were getting their money's worth.
He let her enjoy the paroxysm, surging it in with long, easy strokes as she panted and fluttered her lashes. When Luther turned the record over, he pulled the cock out, wet and shining. The men protested instantly.
Brenda smiled at them and rolled over, getting to hands and knees. Dex shoved the glistening prick up between her pink globes and she reached a hand under for it. The crowd fell silent as he gently worked it in again. Brenda squealed delightedly as he battered her with it for a moment. She moved her shoulders and her breasts rolled and swayed in sensuous fullness.
A girl giggled loudly and Dex turned his head-he had forgotten Shirley. She came running out, stark naked, the men were on their feet yelling.
She was on him, and he fell sideways, the cock flipped out and Brenda moaned. For a moment there was a flurry of legs and thighs. The crowd was yelling, Shirley was giggling and snickering. Dex found himself on his back with both girls atop him. Brenda sat on the prick, Shirley was rubbing her cunt in his face.
He threshed, but the bush pressed down. His hands explored her, Shirley was sprawled on him, her head at his crotch. He could not tell what was happening. He twisted and writhed, then the crowd screamed-and hands lifted the girl off him.
He stared at Brenda, sitting on his wand; she was surprised, and Shirley was giggling again. A man from the audience had pulled her off and was pushing her to the mattress beside them. Dex looked at Luther in the wings, but the husky man did not move.
The guy got on her. Shirley laughed, spreading her legs wide, and in an instant the guy was pounding her. The audience applauded, yelling out: "Give it to 'er, Billy." Fuck 'er, Billy..."
Dex stared at them. They were stealing the show. Slack was grinning at the back of the room. What the hell-maybe this was the way it was done. Brenda was bouncing on the prick and blowing kisses to the guys.
Billy was a fat youngster with a red face. He seemed a little drunk, with murky eyes and a stupid expression, but he was belaboring Shirley with urgency. She grinned over his shoulder, kicking up her heels.
Brenda came down close to embrace him then, kissing him hotly. Dex drove the spike up into her as hard as he could go. He wanted to cream. He was desperate to shoot it. He worked it furiously, feeling her squeeze, hearing her breath. Her breasts crushed on his naked chest, her lips were hot on his, on his cheeks, her tongue darted into his ear-and he gasped-ejaculating madly.
He forgot them all, the crowd, the noises, the music-holding her and thrusting up into her. He loved her. Fuck Luther, he loved her, had to have her. And she wanted him, he could tell it, the way she writhed with him sensuously, deliciously.
He released her, the flame was dying. The noise washed over them, shouts and panting. Billy was gasping and plunging nearby. Dex turned his head, the man was in the last throes of orgasm, heaving and bucking, and Shirley giggled insanely.
Brenda rose and the crowd seemed to sigh. He looked up at her beautiful tawny body, streaked with milky gism. Luther had put on the bump record again and she turned her fanny to the crowd, wriggling and moving provocatively. They whistled.
Billy was slumped over Shirley, all the fire gone out of him. She pushed him and he rolled off, lying cock up, on his back.
Luther beckoned. The show was over.
Dex got to his feet. He encircled her waist and pulled her into the wings. The crowd shouted, roaring for her to return.
"Ged dressed," Luther growled. He yanked the curtain closed.
CHAPTER TEN
Luther drove them in the pick-up, back to the house, grim-faced. "I gotta go back to see Slack," he said to Brenda. "Go to bed." He took her inside.
He crooked his finger at Dex. Outside, he motioned the other to get in. Dex frowned. "Why?"
"We got to bury her-"
"Maybe you do. It ain't my-"
"It's all our necks," Luther hissed. "You're in it deep as me."
"The hell I am. I wasn't nowhere near. You went off your goddam head about Brenda an' Slack. You got to leave me outa it."
Luther glared at him. The husky man's fists doubled-Hhen he seemed to consider what those fists had already done. "You're a shit," he grated.
Dex stepped back, shoulders hunched. He didn't answer. Luther was unpredictable; he didn't want to push the other, not too far. He watched Luther make up his mind, muttering under his breath. Luther got into the pick-up, slammed the door and kicked the starter.
Tires screamed as Luther backed and turned. Dex went to the house, watching the red tail light disappear. Brenda was getting into bed when he entered the room. She smiled as he unfastened belt and zipper.
"How long'll he be gone, baby?"
"I dunno," Dex said. "Long enough." He kicked off shoes and socks, laid pants and shirt across a chair and turned to look at her, cock sticking out to draw her eyes.
"Jeez, don't stand there," she breathed.
When he got into bed her legs went about him. It was the first time they had fucked in a real bed. He slammed it to her lustily, but she bit his ear.
"Gimme it nice'n easy-guys been fuckin' me like a freight train all day."
"Yeh." He buried it all in her and they lay for a long time, undulating, keeping up the friction and the warmth. It was wonderful in a bed with her. This was the way he wanted it to be.
It crossed his mind that if Slack and Luther should be caught with the body, then he'd have Brenda to himself. If he'd thought of that earlier-he frowned into the pillow. No, if they looked into the case they'd find that he was a f fugitive too; he didn't want to go back to the I gaddam CC's-depressionville in more ways than one! Maybe it was the lousy depression that made I him the kinda guy he now wag...
"What you doing this for, baby?" she asked. "Because you get my balls-" She shook her head in the darkness. "No, I mean travelin' with us in this here deal."
"Jobs are scarce. This is a buck-and a fuck too."
She giggled. "Yeh, ain't it." She humped up to him suggestively. "But what you gonna do-you know, later?" She kissed him softly. "There's more to livin' than just screwing."
"I ain't real sure. I thought maybe I'd go back to school-"
"Yeh?"
"Yeah, be a doctor or sump in." He had no intention of going to school-but it sounded good.
"Jeez, you got a big cock, baby-"
He grinned and kissed her hard, digging the cock into her ardently. She loved it, no kidding about that. With his pecker in her he could forget his problems too.
She responded to his urging, beginning to pant. He got onto his elbows, driving it deep and fast, looking down at her lovely face framed with tousled hair. Her darting tongue licked over his lips.
"Ohhhh yeah," she whispered, "Don't stop-fuck me hard-Jesus!" She erupted more suddenly than he had ever seen her do it. She held onto him, scissoring him and bucking upward frantically. The bed swayed and squeaked. He came into her: spouting and thrusting wildly.
She drove him mad with it. When she booted it, he couldn't hold back. There was something about her that maddened him, convulsed him. There was no woman like Brenda.
Luther was away nearly three hours. They fucked the entire time, uncoupling only when they heard the engine of the pick-up in the street. Dex went in to his couch bed, and Brenda rose, putting on a robe.
Luther told her what had happened.
He had a bottle. He put it on the table with three glasses-Dex threw a blanket about his shoulders and joined them in the kitchen. Luther was pale.
"We drove a thousan' miles out in the country an' dug a hole," he said. "Jus' me'n Slack."
"How'd you get her downstairs?"
"We slung a rope round her and shoved 'er out the window, right into the pick-up. Nobody seen us."
Dex sipped whisky, looking at the husky man. Luther was trembling slightly. He had thought about the rope that might encircle his own neck.
"We better get," Brenda said quietly. "Pack up and hit the road."
Luther shook his head. "Slack won't let us. He says we got to give more shows-so folks won't wonder how come?" He poured another drink. "And they's something else-"
"What?" Brenda asked. She glanced at Dex.
"Slack wants somethin' else-for keeping the cops offame."
"Brenda?" asked Dex. Luther nodded.
She scowled. "Whadda you mean-permanent?"
"Hell no-just while we're here."
"Fuck 'im," Dex growled.
"Let's go-tonight," Brenda said. "They won't find us so easy."
Luther sighed. "They'd find us in an hour. Slack's got us over a fuggin' barrel."
Dex rose and went back to his couch. Luther was scared. Slack had convinced him that the hangman was braiding the noose already. Let Luther think about it a while. You couldn't convince a guy when he didn't want to be convinced. That sonofabitch Slack-wanting Brenda.
Why did they have to come to Quincy?
He listened to the murmur of their talk in the kitchen for an hour before dropping off to sleep. Well anyhow, he'd got his nuts off with Brenda--twice.
In the morning they all slept late. It was nearly noon before they rose and had coffee while Brenda made breakfast. He had a terrible hard on; it wouldn't go down. While Luther was in the bathroom, he let Brenda see it. She bit her lip and sighed, then turned away. What a shame to waste it.
They had some money-Luther and Slack had settled up for the show-and they divided it on the kitchen table. Dex put his share away with satisfaction. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, and he had had fun earning it.
"We don't split with Shirley," Luther said, "she was on the house."
"Or Billy," Brenda laughed, taking some of the tension out of the air.
They went into town and saw two movies, returning to the house at dusk. Slack came by the house in the early evening and insisted on taking Brenda along. The fat man had a self-satisfied air about him.
"We tole ever'body that Rita got fed up an' went east," he said to Luther as Dex listened. "Hell, they don't care if she takes the bus some 'eres." His big nose poked at the sky, in both directions, came back to Luther. "If they thought she's-where she is, well that'd be diff'rent."
Luther frowned. He stood on the porch, hands deep in his pockets as Slack's car rolled out of the drive with Brenda inside.
"We're leavin' tomorra," he said to Dex. "That ass-fucker had all he gonna get."
"Is he?"
Luther scowled. "Is he what."
"Izzie an ass-fucker?"
Luther sighed. He nodded shortly. "Thass what Brenda says. She oughta know." He kicked the porch rail viciously.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eli Slack insisted on two shows that evening.
Luther and Dex met him in his elaborate office on the second floor of the main Roost building. Brenda was in the adjoining suite, combing her hair in a full length mirror, as they could see through the open door.
"A small private little thing," Slack said, passing cigarettes around. "I got to take care of five, six boys," he winked. "The power boys. Got to keep in with the folks-the right folks."
"You mean for free?" Luther asked.
"Well, you do two shows, one little one and the reg'lar one-"
"No free stuff."
Slack put his finger beside the big nose and cocked his head. "You got t'advertise, friend."
"Th'way I see it," Luther said, "you're payin' off a debt with us. No free fuckin'. " He glanced at the open door. "You want too much, Eli."
"All right," Slack growled. "Five bucks a head." He rose abruptly. "I'll meet you over to the barn."
Brenda joined them, smiling, dressed primly. She nodded good-bye to Slack and went out with them, holding Luther's arm.
"Gawd," she said in the hallway. "Gimme a cigarette. My butt's sore, you know that?"
Luther glanced at Dex, but she shrugged, blucking the cigarette from the pack Dex offered. "What for, secrets?" she said. "Ain't we one big happy family?"
"Yeh," Dex grinned. "You get it in the butt?"
Luther lit the cigarette. "Come on."
"Yeah," she said. "Let's get the fuck outa here."
"Tonight," Luther glanced over his shoulder. "We'll slide out t'night after the show."
Polly let them into the barn and went upstairs to let them in the stage room. She eyed Luther, saying nothing. It was clear she didn't trust the big man too far. Luther never looked at her once.
The room remained as they had left it, even to the stale smell of tobacco. Dex went through and opened the back door. It led to wooden stairs that snaked down the back of the dark building, ending in a puddle of shadow below where a wood fence enclosed the barn.
He looked toward the misty horizon, rolling land, a lot of land out there. If they ditched the trailer they could go forever, couldn't they? Maybe with the proceeds of Slack's safe. There had been a safe in the fat man's office ... with the door standing open.
Slack was playing Luther for a sucker, wasn't he? Maybe Luther had killed the girl, but Slack was in it now just as deeply. He'd helped bury her. Luther was stupid; he hadn't yet figured out that it was a Mexican stand-off. Neither of them could rat on the other. Dex leaned on the rail and stared into the murky night. No sense in telling Luther that, yet. Maybe things would play into his hands. You never could tell.
The biggest thing was-he wanted Brenda. He wanted to get her away from Slack and from Luther.
Only she didn't want to leave Luther. That was the problem. How to pry her away from Luther.
He went back into the room and locked the door. Luther was fiddling with the phonograph, cleaning it. Brenda sat on one of the chairs, waiting. Even the sight of her, swinging one shapely leg idly, made his cock stir. She had it. She had something that got to him. The same goddam thing that got to all men, evidently. Animal magnetism. She was watching Luther work, her lovely face in repose, every hair in place. Dex pressed his lips together. It was hard to picture her naked, revolving and bumping her cunt at a roomful of men. And yet she did it probably better than anyone alive. She did it so well, he knew, because she loved it. She got a charge out of flaunting her sex.
The hall door opened and Slack came in, the big nose like a sail. "Hey," he said. "Well do the little show in one'o the little rooms, huh?"
Luther looked up.
"Make it better that way," Slack said, winking at Dex. "Let 'em smell the cunt-'scuse my language, honey. Let 'em get closer, huh?"
Luther rose. "Okay. Which room?"
Slack smiled and turned. They followed him down the hall into a smallish room with yellow wallpaper and flowered drapes. It was a whore's room, with a single bed and one chair.
"I'll have Ken haul in a coupla more chairs," Slack said, feeling the bed, patting it.
"How soon?"
"They'll be here 'bout a half hour," Slack went to the door. "We don't need no phonograph."
There was no alcove or other room to use as an offstage. "You'll hafta come in from the hall," Luther said. He left the door open; they went back to the stage room to wait.
"Twenny minutes is plenty," Luther said in a low voice. "Hell, that's enough to get them suckers hot. Let 'em get their nuts off on the girls downstairs."
Ken appeared, carried chairs and disappeared again with only a nod to them and a glance at Brenda's legs. Luther went down the hall and returned quickly.
"Get ready-Slack's herdin' them in now." He watched as Brenda began to slip out of her clothes. "Never mind the bumps an' grinds-we ain't got any music. Jus' the two of you go in together an'fuck. OK?"
"Yeah," Dex smiled and Luther scowled.
They went down the hall and Slack came out of the room. They were noisy; it sounded, Dex thought, like they had been drinking pretty good. He felt the butterflies in his belly as he moved along the hall in nothing but his socks. It was different in a tiny little room. Jesus, they were close.
Brenda giggled slightly and gathered up his long weenie, handling it warmly, making sure it was hard. She didn't mind, he thought. She was gonna get laid. It excited her. He stood by the closed door, watching her massage the cock. She rubbed it up and down on her soft belly, manipulating the tight skin, teasing it, grinning at him. Slack watched, a funny look on his fat face.
"You ready?"
Luther nodded, glancing at the cock.
Slack stepped inside the door, not quite closing it. A half dozen voices greeted him, laughs, applause: "Where's the cunt-"
"Simmer down," Slack yelled. "Lissen, simmer down. Charley, get your cock outa Bill's ear-" They roared and guffawed. "We's gathered here t'day," Slack went on as the noise subsided, "to improve our fuckin' minds-with art. You all knows what art is. Well, this here's cunt art, and I present-Jack an' Jill!"
Everyone yelled and applauded. "Go on," Luther said.
Brenda ran in, Dex followed, the cock waggling. There were seven men in the room; he counted them at a glance, all yelling, pleased at the sight of the tawny girl.
"Ohhh, Jesus!" one shouted, "that ain't m'wife!"
Brenda squealed, shaking titties at them. They were close enough to reach out for them-and one did. She allowed him to pat them, then she rolled onto the bed, legs splayed. There was a sudden hush as Dex mounted her. He could hear the solid breathing-the room seemed to sigh, crackling with electricity. He slid the cock into her wet slit and pushed. Brenda bucked upward to meet it and they were fucking frantically in an instant.
The bed had been pulled to the center of the little room, they were all around it, leaning almost over the bed. Dex glanced up into the red face of a florid man. The guy had puffy eyes with red veins about the pupils, staring eyes. He was grinning, showing yellowed and crooked teeth. Dex could feel hot breath, a tinge of onion. He felt a hand between their bodies. He looked around, a thin-faced man was smirking, reaching between them. The hand was nudging his balls, feeling around his cock-"Hey," Brenda said, "Cut it out!"
She tried to bat the hand away. Dex felt a finger slid up beside his prick; the guy was diddling her, and the others urged him on.
"Dammit," Brenda said, "We'll do the sere win'-"
"We's jest friendly, Ma'am," a man said and they giggled. "Lookit that boy go!"
"Ah could use 'im down on the ranch," another said.
The finger stayed inside her pussy; Dex could feel the guy diddling her but feeling around the driving penis as well. He craned his neck to see the man-a gray-haired grinning farmer-looking guy. On the other side of the bed, a man was feeling Brenda's titties. She stretched out her hand and grabbed his prick, a handful of pants. The guy yelped in surprise, but didn't move away.
"Fuck 'er in th' teeth," the guy with the onion breath said. "She'll blow ya."
Dex thrust into her hotly, watching her massage the man. She had hold of his pecker all right, yanking it back and forth, still in his pants. Dex heard the man on the opposite side gulp. He looked around; Brenda had his cock in her grip too. She was giggling-having a wonderful time.
A sex fever descended on the room. All seven of the spectators were crowded close to the bed, all of them feeling the two participants. Dex felt hot, moist hands rub over his buttocks, and a finger poked into his anus. Two or three hands at a time were roving over his balls, hard and tight, feeling round his thrusting cock, teasing Brenda. When he drew his cock almost out of her, someone masturbated him; another put three fingers into her so that he could hardly force the prick back in.
The florid man was squeezing down, sucking at one of her nipples, pushing Dex aside to get at it.
The room seemed suddenly quiet, tense-Dex felt in the center of an explosion about to occur; it was an almost ominous quiet. Filled with harsh breathing, sucking sounds-the sound of a zipper. Brenda had a man's cock naked in her hand.
He had a glimpse of Luther still standing, glowering, at the door. Slack was leaning over the pressing crowd, grinning evilly: "Fuck 'er, boy-"
Brenda was writhing, building to an orgasm-he could tell the signs now. Her eyes went glassy and her body began to jerk. Dex tried to thrust deeply into her but could not. Someone's hand was between them, goading fingers on her clitoris. She screamed and shuddered violently.
He felt hemmed in by the watchers, leering and almost slavering on his naked body. The man groaned, heaved up and almost fell onto them. Dex hunched up under the man's weight: "Hey, for crissake-"
He turned his head, smelling the musky odor. The man was frantically poking and jabbing the prick at her. Brenda's mouth made an "O" and she accepted it, still glassy, still jerking uncontrollably.
The lights went out.
Everyone seemed to shout at once. Dex could hear Eli Slack's bellow of rage. At the same time he could feel the jetting fountain as the man let go. The pungent mess sprayed over them as the man collapsed.
Hands pulled at him. Men swore, some struggling upright to get at the light switch. A few moaned as waving fists collided; and Dex rolled off her to the floor. Her arms twisted about his neck and he was able to pull her with him.
Then suddenly Luther was there. Somehow Dex knew it was Luther. The smell of him-the voice? Luther picked the naked girl up bodily and lifted her over his head. She squealed. Men yelled. Dex scurried for the door. They must get her out. A man was slapping the wall, trying to find the switch-Slack? Dex kicked into where he thought the man's stomach should be. He was rewarded by a bloodcurdling scream. He must have kicked the man's balls.
He got the door open. The lighter patch of hallway showed Luther the way. He ran into the hall with the girl and Dex slammed the door behind them.
In the stage room, they locked the door and flicked on the lights. Brenda was spattered with gism. They all stank of it.
And Brenda was giggling. Luther glared at her: "You coulda been hurt!" He wiped off her titties and neck.
"But I wasn't-"
Slack was pounding on the door. "Lemme in, Goddammit!"
Dex opened the door. Slack's fat face was red, the nose was a beacon. "You turned off them cocksuckin' lights, Luther!"
"Sure I did. I hadda get her outa there."
"Goddammit, a deal's a deal."
"You had your party. It's all over. They got a good money's worth too."
Slack grumbled. He kicked a chair, but Dex winked at Brenda. He gave in, not gracefully; Slack always wanted his own way.
"All right, then we'll do the reglar show-" He pointed the nose at Brenda. "I'll git Shirley up here'n we'll have us a lil cunteatin'. Parn' my language."
Luther shrugged. Brenda giggled at Slack's ire, sitting pertly on a chair, smoking saucily. Slack blew out his breath, grunted, and went out.
"How 'bout me?" Dex asked. He had been sitting behind Brenda. He rose and the big cock jutted out, waggling. Brenda smiled at it.
Luther scowled. "I spose you wanna get that goddam gun off--? "
"Jeez, why not? I missed it in there-you turning off the fuckin' lights."
"Jack-off!" Luther yelled.
Brenda rose. She ground out the cigarette and went to Luther. "Aw, baby-don't be all upset-after all, he helped get me out, huh?" She petted him and Luther sat down heavily, hands on knees.
She whispered in his ear and Luther scowled, glancing at Dex. "Well, take 'im behind the goddam curtain-"
Brenda nodded, kissed him and motioned to Dex. She walked in front of him and slid behind the curtain. She was smiling when he dropped the curtain behind him. Her clothes came off and she melted into his arms, raising her leg over the prong.
"I'm still hot as hell," she whispered, "Ain't that awful?"
"For who?" He pushed her against the wall and tried to get it up in her.
"For Slack," she giggled.
"Did he fuck you in th'ass?"
"Uh huh, why? You want to?"
"I never did it that way."
She giggled. "You'd like it-tighter'n the front."
"Turn around."
She shook her head. "You got to grease it. I ain't got any Vaseline-let's do it later."
She had it, massaging it in her hand as she whispered to him. "B'sides," she said, "I dunno-this thing of yours might go in me too far. You might bust something:"
"What?"
She giggled again. "My front teeth."
"It don't go in that far."
She kissed him. "Feels like it." She glanced toward the curtain. "Luther's awful edgy. We better not fool around too long-lemme suck it off, huh?"
He nodded. "Okay." She was on her knees in front of him in a second. He watched the huge head of it disappear between her lips. He could feel her tongue laving it. Leaning back against the wall, he relaxed, letting her do it all. Man! If this was his woman, he'd fuck her day and night! Day and night!
God! That was good. He fondled her head, sighing. So good. She was squeezing his balls slightly, stroking them, caressing them, feeling down under them and rubbing the muscle all the way to his ass-hole. She knew what a guy wanted.
Suction-her head bobbed over it, making friction with her lips on the velvet skin. He could smell it-the fragrance of love as someone had said. Shit. The fragrance of sex. He was gonna come.
In a minute-in a minute-and she knew it. She glanced up at him, her lips tight about it, working on it sensuously. She was eager for it.
He groaned when it came. It welled up with searing pain, spurting and jetting. He hung against the wall, pushing back, legs trembling, hands grasping the rough wood. He spouted into her mouth, down her throat, hearing her gasps, her sucking, her sticky lips. The wrenching anguish of it-the wicked jolting-get it all! He was astonished at how expert she was. God! It welled up, it must have been a cupful, and she swallowed it all, gulping it down, her hands working to milk down the long throbbing length of it.
What a woman! Why didn't he kill Luther for this woman? Take him somewhere in the fucking pick-up truck and bury him. Then she'd be his.
He hung over her, panting and wheezing, feeling her soft lips still milking it, still caressing it. She was beautiful. Beautiful.
Luther came to the curtain and pulled it back to look at them. Dex smiled weakly at him ... at the look on his dark face.
"Come on, for crissakes," Luther growled.
Brenda looked round at him, laving the head of the whang. "In a sec, darling." She went back to swallowing its half-hard length.
"Get it hard," Dex whispered as Luther stamped away from the curtain. "An' I'll fuck you."
She giggled. "I'll take a rain check."
She rose and picked up her clothes. "We better not tease him-" She slipped into the clothes and went around the curtain.
The second show went on an hour later.
Slack had rounded up forty-five people, including a half dozen women. Dex stared through the slit in the curtain at them, they seemed as eager as the men. It had never occurred to him that women would ever be in the audience. He studied them curiously.
Luther started the phbnograph and Brenda came up behind him, reaching round him to grasp the weapon and massage it.
"You're not very hard, baby-"
"It'll be hard." He felt back under her. She was already naked. He licked a finger through her slit and she pushed it at him.
"Let's go," Luther said.
Brenda did a longer dance than usual, bumping and writhing sinuously. Dex stood by one of the curtain holes, watching the crowd. The women were fascinated by her. One redhead in the front row was visibly excited, he thought. He'd like to ram it up her-nice fat tits. The redhead wore a navy blue dress, she sat by a baldish man in a blue serge; and he ran his hand up her thigh and squeezed it as Brenda began. Apparently it never occurred to them that anyone was watching them. The girl slipped her hand into the baldish man's lap and rubbed vigorously. Dex was very interested.
When he ran out to waggle his cock in Brenda's face, he looked at the redhead. Her eyes were goggling. She whispered urgently to her escort and Dex knew it was about the size of his prick. Her eyes never left it.
The crowd was quieter than usual-maybe because of the women present. There were a few shrill squeals when Brenda began blowing him, but mostly they were hushed. When he got on her, fucking her hotly, Dex could hear their breathing. He glanced around and met the redhead's eyes. He knew instantly that she would have loved to trade places with Brenda. The thought crossed his mind that he should meet her later-the man was squeezing her thigh, but much higher up. She'd come in a minute, he thought. He winked at her and she smiled.
Brenda turned over and he put it into her dog fashion. Then they wrestled a bit and the crowd became a little more voluble, offering suggestions-"Get it up her fanny-" A woman called shrilly: "Get on top of her again!"
They twisted around and went at it in a sixty-nine and the audience was suddenly silent. He made Brenda come, and everyone knew it, applauding and whistling. Then he fucked her to an orgasm.
It was a smooth, slick show, the best he had done, Dex knew. It went off like clockwork, almost too professional and mechanical. As he followed Brenda off the stage to cheers and yells, he knew the answer. The crowd was too large. Fucking shows were better when small and intimate.
But Luther was very pleased. He beamed, clasping his hands in triumph. "Hurry up-ged dressed-"
Slack came back of the curtain as they pulled on clothes. He too was pleased.
"It was a pretty fuckin' good show, 'scuse my language." He ogled Brenda and took Luther aside, and the two whispered. Dex frowned at them.
"I think I'm gonna get it again-" Brenda muttered, rubbing her buttocks.
But Luther came to her: "Slack's got another little deal cooking," he said in a low voice to her. "A fast twenny-fi' bucks for a lezzie show. You wanna do it?"
"Who with?" Brenda arranged her skirt. "Shirley?"
"Yeah. Just twenny minutes or so in one of the rooms. Shall I tell 'im okay?"
Brenda giggled. "OK." She glanced at Dex. "Well, it's dough."
Luther went to Slack and the two talked a moment. Slack smiled and went out.
Dex said, "I thought we were slidin' out."
"We are," Luther frowned. "This won't take long."
"Where we gonna do it?" Brenda asked. "I wanna wash up first."
"I'll show you, you c'n wash there." Luther looked at Dex. "Whyn't you wait downstairs then we'll all go back to the house-" He nodded his head at the phonograph. "Put that in the pick-up, huh?"
"Yeh." Dex zipped up, combed his hair and picked up the phonograph. When he followed them to the stage the crowd had dispersed, leaving only the layers of cigarette smoke and butts scattered everywhere. Brenda pursed her lips at him behind Luther's back and he went downstairs quickly and around to the truck.
Luther had parked the pick-up at the side of the barn, well away from the customer's cars, near the wire fence. He put the phonograph in the back and leaned against the door to wait. The idea of Brenda chewing on Shirley's snatch annoyed him. He lit a cigarette and stared at the dim rectangles of light in the barn rooms. Probably most of the girls were on their backs, receiving dicks to the music of squeaking beds.
A man loomed from between parked cars and came toward him briskly. Dex frowned. It was dark as hell in the big lot, and quiet. There was only a breath of music from the main clubhouse.
He drooped his hand over the side of the truck body, fishing for a weapon. The hand closed over a tool-a tire iron from the feel of it. He waited.
The man came very close then halted. "Howdy. I just saw you upstairs in the show."
"Oh?" Dex didn't remember seeing the guy-but it was dark. What the hell did he want?
"How'd you like to make another couple bucks?"
"Sure," Dex said. "What I gotta do?"
The man chuckled. "Screw a girl, that's all. You interested?"
Dex relaxed. This guy looked like the joe who had been sitting next to the redhead. "Hell yeah, how much?"
"Say-five bucks. Can you get it up OK? You had a good session up there."
"Sure I c'n get it up for crissakes. Ten bucks."
The man hesitated.
"She want it bad?" Dex asked. "That ain't much."
The guy sighed. "OK. Ten bucks. C'mon." He turned.
"In advance," Dex said, following the guy. They went through the rows of cars and the man fished out a bill and handed it back. It was a ten spot all right. Dex folded it away with satisfaction. This was one trick he didn't have to report to Luther.
The man stopped at a car and Dex could see the smiling girl inside. The redhead, by God. He'd been right. She rolled down the window.
"Hi-"
"Hi ya," Dex said. "You wanna screw, lady?"
She giggled, peals of tinkling laughter. The man scowled. "He's cute," she said. She opened the car door and slid out. Instantly Dex felt her hand on his thigh, moving up to cup his balls and bounce them warmly. The old cock was stirring.
"You better get in the back," the man said.
"Ohh, Jesus," she whispered, handling it. "God!, I never saw anything that big and long-"
Dex moved his hands over her lithe body. She felt good, warm and slinky. She moved her ass as he rubbed it, bumping against him, shoving her thighs at him.
"Come on, get in the back," the man said more urgently. "You want someone t'see you?"
She giggled, unzipping him and thrusting her hand inside to grab at the rising prick. "I don' give a fuck-"
"Mary!" he said. "Lissen to me!"
"Oh, all right," she grumbled. "Come on, we better do it-" She pulled him by the pecker and he followed her to the back seat. The man slammed the door and got into the front.
"Izzie gonna stay there?" Dex asked.
"Yes," the man said. "Go on, get at it."
She kissed him, massaging the prick hotly. Then she stopped and yanked up her dress. She was naked underneath. She pulled the dress about her waist and went back to his lips and cock. Dex slid his hand up her leg and she parted them instantly.
"God, seeing that thing up there," she whispered, "you had me practically coming-"
Dex put two fingers up into her and jiggled them. "Yeah?"
'Who's 'at girl you do it with?"
"Just a girl," he said. "You like her?"
"Fuck 'er, I like you." She giggled. She bent down and licked the jock. "Jesus, this thing is a ; foot long!"
The man turned around in the front seat. Even in the dim light, Dex could see his eyes were shining. He reached over the seat and Dex felt the fingers on the cock. The guy felt it, up and down, while the redhead sucked the head of it.
"Yeh," the man said, a little breathlessly, "Yeh."
Mary looked up at him, kissed him briefly. "Diddle me while I do 'at, honey."
Dex ran his hand down, fingering her and she went back to the sucking. The man continued to feel the length of it, then his hand went down to close over the balls warmly. Dex smiled in the e gloom of the car. It was pleasant, her mouth. What about that guy! Man, he had been felt up by guys before, even buggered, but not while a dame looked on. This was a spooky couple.
Her cunt was wet and squishy. He teased her clit and she writhed on the seat, moaning slightly. The guy was trying to masturbate him. It felt great.
"Fred-don't make him come-"
"I won't come yet," Dex said. It looked like the man was playing with himself in the front seat.
"Oh, you beautiful cock!" she whispered, "you lovely, lovely cock!" She almost choked, trying to swallow it. Sighing, laving it, kissing it. "Beautiful cock-"
Dex stared at the dim figure in the front seat. The guy was jacking off now-hot and heavy. No fooling about it! Dex grinned; the guy's hand tightened around his prick, he was beginning to pant and gasp-and then he bucked. He was coming all over the joint.
Mary's laugh tinkled. She looked over the back of the seat, giggling and squeezing Dex. "You got it all over yourself," she giggled; the man sighed, relaxing.
She came back and licked at Dex's lips. "You see what you do t'us, don't you?"
He felt over her tits, nice. "Yeah, should I be sorry?" Her hands were at the neck of the dress, opening it for him. She was cooperative anyway.
She crushed her mouth on his, tongue darting and licking. She squirmed, getting to her knees, still kissing him. He jazzed her lecherously with two fingers, the cunt was sopping. Then she straddled him.
"Please-" she breathed, lips moving on his. "Fuck me, fuck me-please get it in-"
The prick found her without help. She sank down on it with a sigh, impaling herself on it, writhing. Dex felt it slide inside, warm, cozy. He held her thighs, pulling her down on it and she moaned very loud-"Oh, my good God--! "
Dex twined his arms about her, holding her tight about the body. He drove the spike up into her, making the car rock. She lolled her head back, animal noises came from her throat-gasps-moans-"Oh, my Good God--! "
Fred, in the front seat, was leaning over the back feeling her. Dex felt the man's hands on her bouncing fanny. The hands slipped under her, furtive, moist.
She was exploding-berserk with the sensation the thrusting cock drew from her. The car squeaked, and Fred was frigging her agitatedly, leaning over the seat. Dex slowed, panting hard. She was jerking uncontrollably, moaning, gasping for breath. He kept up the friction, feeling round her so smooth buttocks-encountering Fred's busy hands. Fred's finger was in her anus.
Man! She was an armful! Dex laid his head back, getting his breath, the two naked titties bobbed an inch from his lips. Then she slumped into his arms, cuddling him and pushing down on the prong. She could feel it still hard as oak invading her belly. Dex grinned in the murky darkness, feeling her hand stealing down to finger herself. Mary was an armful of wild passion.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," she whispered, "I come like a damn she-goat!" She looked down at him. "You havin' fun?"
"Uh huh!" He closed his hand over hers, she was teasing her clit.
She giggled softly, lips on his. "Gotta keep my motor running-" She licked his lips. "Gee, I don't even know your name."
"Johnny," he said.
"Hi, Johnny," she darted her tongue into his mouth, giggling softly. "That's m'husband, Fred, in the front."
"Glad t'meetcha," Dex said.
"Me too," Fred replied mechanically. He continued to jiggle his wife with his finger.
"Gawd, am I hot," she said, looking around at Fred. "I'm burnin' up."
"Y' wanna drive someplace-then we could get out of the car?"
"Huh uh," Dex said. "I gotta stay here-we're moving out pretty soon."
"Oh come on," she whispered. "I wanna get fucked on the ground-"
"No-can't."
"You're a big shit!"
"I know," Dex said.
"Don't push him," Fred said. "Why don't you lay her on the seat?" She giggled. "Yeah-"
But she held onto him, bouncing up and down over the prick as he tried to lift her off it, giggling foolishly. "Don't take it out--! "
"He'll put it back in again, dammit," Fred said.
"Leave it in and turn me over," she said. Dex growled, "No."
She pushed her titties at his mouth. "Suck me-
Dex rolled her off, yanking his pelvis back so the cock slid out, gleaming wet. She moaned loudly: "Oh, you son of a bitch!"
Dex laughed as she scrambled to get on her back. One leg went up along the back of the rear seat, the other hung on the back of the front. She was spread wide for him. Even in the gloom he could see the wetness of her pussy. "Oh, come on," she pulled at him.
He was surprised when Fred slid over the back of the seat. All three of them were in the back-Fred was grinning toothily. Mary grabbed the cock and pulled him close, Dex felt it go in her. He drove it to the hilt, feeling Fred's hands on his butt.
"Hey!" He looked around as Fred slid behind him. Fred's dong was out and pointing. Mary's arms encircled him, her legs went about him, tentacles holding him, her pussy throbbed. He fucked her busily-then paused. Fred was suddenly humped over his back and he could feel the other's cock sliding up under him. He looked back again.
"Hey, you got ideas?"
"Let 'im do it," Mary said.
"It won't hurt," Fred said huskily.
Dex tightened his sphincter. Fred's delving fingers were rubbing it with a wetness. "Godam-mit, you said I was to fuck a dame-nothing about that-"
"Come on, let 'im do it," Mary urged. She felt around him, manipulating his balls, urging him.
Dex nearly weakened-the idea appealed to him. But there was dough to be made-"Wait a sec. I gotta have more bucks.".
"All right, another five," Fred growled. He pushed at the sphincter. Dex felt it give.
"OK," he breathed. He felt the prong enter him.
Mary chuckled deep in her throat as he laid back on her and thrust busily. Her hands were on her husband. Dex gritted his teeth as the rod oozed in, deeper and easily, feeling as big as a barn. It had been a long time since a guy had reamed him.
They set up a counter motion, in and out. It was crazy, being in the middle. He thrust into her as Fred came out. Then Fred went in as he came out of her. She was squirming and making strange noises, gasping a little. They surged, holding on, panting and stabbing. Dex felt himself beginning to reach a slithering state, foggy and pulsating. He knew himself to be a breath from sudden gratification: "I'm--gonna-shoot it-" he gasped.
Mary lunged forward, holding him even tighter, and her legs tightened. When he erupted, she screamed in his ear, startling him. Fred was humped over his back, gasping and plunging desperately. Dex seemed to fall, floating, fucking her, falling, jabbing-falling-It seemed almost as though he would pass out.
She was moaning loudly, bucking and twisting in a paroxysm; Fred was jabbing wildly, spasmodically. The car swayed and rocked; windows steamed from boiling breath.
He was falling, falling-he was powerless to move his body. Then he opened his eyes and reality flooded back. Mary was twitching, satiated but undulating. Fred was slowly relaxing, his warmth fading, the cock slithering and wrinkling. The orgy was drawing to a stupefying close.
She looked to be asleep. Her face in the dim light was smiling, lips parted, eyes closed.
Fred slid down, collapsing on the floor of the car, sighing and panting. The distant sounds of the main clubhouse came wafting to them. A car started up somewhere; a dog barked. Dex took a breath and wearily got off her, wiping the cock-slipping over the back of the seat to the front. He lay there for a moment then pulled his clothes together.
He looked back, she hadn't moved; but Fred was kissing her softly on the pussy, licking it. Dex got out of the car, breathing the clean air, shaking his head. They were a kinky couple.
He stumbled back to the pick-up truck, his anus throbbed slightly; and near the truck he remembered. Fred had not paid him the five dollars. He said: "Shit" and went on to the truck.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They arrived in Dimon early in the morning, Brenda was sleeping in the trailer, Luther drove, and Dex doze beside him. They had shared the money on the way during a stop for gas. Parking the pick-up on the street near the gas station, Luther had made the deductions foi expenses as Dex watched, and divided the profits three ways. Then he had gone to the trailer, and Dex had seen him put the money, his and Brenda's, into a small roan leather case. The case had remained in the trailer.
That case had been the subject of Dex's thoughts for many miles. Presumably there was more money in it. If Luther was saving for a farm in West Virginia there might be a great deal of money in it.
There was no way for him to get Brenda to run off and leave Luther. He could not have her and the money too, Dex knew. He could go on, being part of the show-for how long? He could fuck Brenda, during the shows, and sometimes between if the opportunity presented itself, but she would not be his. She would always go back to Luther.
There were other women. The girl, Mary, had been a crazy, wild lay in the back of the car. There were lots of Marys.
He forced his thoughts to the money. If he stole it, where would he go? He could buy a railroad ticket. He could hole up till the search for him died down. He could buy a car and hit the back roads till he was hundreds of miles away.
Buying a car appealed to him. It made him independent. Now he was dependent on Luther and the goddam pick-up truck.
"Shitty little burg," Luther said, breaking in on his thoughts.
Dex stretched and dilated his eyes, yawning. He peered at the collection of shacks and cheap frame buildings. Nothing stirred in the town. It was too early. They drove down the main street, two blocks long, and pulled off the road.
"There's a guy named Lopsey we gotta see," Luther said. "He runs the hotel." Looking at his watch, he hunched his shoulders. "Six a.m." He opened the door and got out. Dex heard him walking back to the trailer. The trailer door opened and shut.
Dex pulled his coat closer about him. It was cold. He closed his eyes again; what could they make from this wide-place-in-the-road?
Luther and Brenda came from the trailer an hour and a half later. Brenda looked refreshed and beautiful. Her step was lithe and she looked as animal-like and tawny as ever. Dex sighed to himself. Eating pussy seemed to agree with her.
He managed to stroke her fanny lightly as they walked toward the cafe and she smiled at him. The cafe was part of the hotel, and as they ordered, Luther went in to look for Lopsey.
"You been here before?" Dex asked. She shook her head. "No. Another blind date. I tried to tell him this burg isn't worth it, but he wants to make expenses along the way-" She shrugged.
"How was Shirley?"
She giggled. "Jealous, darling?"
"Maybe." They sat in a booth, in plain sight of the street. The cafe was steamy and smelled strongly of food and coffee.
"That was a one-nite-stand, baby. She's a long way back." Brenda leaned over the table toward him, smiling. "That's not my dish."
"Wanna fuck?"
"Yes." She giggled, then became more sedate as Luther came into the cafe from the hotel door. He slid into the booth beside her.
"Lopsey says maybe, maybe not."
"What's that mean?"
Luther made a wry face. "He don't know if he can get enough guys together for tonight. He says there's a better chance during the day. I told him to get it put together."
"Where would we do it?" Brenda asked. "Right in the hotel, I guess. In one of the rooms."
They finished breakfast then sat around the lobby reading newspapers and listening to the radio. A war in Europe seemed close. The man with the moustache, Hitler, was threatening as usual. In the hotel, the hangers-on were almost evenly divided about him; some thought he was serious others thought he was bluffing. Dex didn't think about it at all.
After his belly had been fed, he sat in the lobby near Brenda, eyeing her legs. His cock stirred and he wanted to screw her. He knew that she knew it. That only intensified the feeling.
He rose and strolled out, moving idly but careful that Luther did not follow. He walked around to the back where they had parked the pick-up and trailer. The trailer was locked. He examined the lock; it could be broken with a small crowbar, he thought.
He went back to the street. This wasn't the town for it. He should wait till they hit a bigger pace. In Dimon there were only two roads out of town. If Luther got wise too soon, he could have the cops phone ahead each way and they'd have him. Best wait.
Mr. Lopsey came from the hotel, conferring with Luther. Lopsey was a smallish, wiry man; he looked like a tailor or a dry-goods clerk. Luther went with him into the hotel and Brenda came out to the street.
"My hard's botherin' me," Dex said in a low voice as she joined him. She looked at his fly and giggled lightly.
"Nothin's sticking out."
"It's twitching for you," he said. "Wanna go find a quiet place?"
"We'd better not leave."
"It won't hurt to walk a little bit. What's that over there?" Dex pointed to a slight wall partly covered by vines and weeds. At a distance of a block the wall seemed a small thing, but it ran for as far as they could see in either direction.
Brenda looked through the hotel window, but Luther was nowhere in sight. "I guess it won't hurt to walk."
They crossed the street and strolled toward the wall, away from the main part of town. It was further than it looked.
"How long's it gonna be till Luther gets his farm?"
"A long time. He ain't got but half the money."
That was bad news. He might not have enough saved. There was no way to tell if the robbery would be worth it. Dex gazed around. There were few houses this side of the highway. It was the ownslope; most of the homes were on the hill slope beyond the town. A few orchards stretched by them, and as they got closer, Dex could see that the wall was part of a cement bank for a viaduct.
"It's a river," Brenda said.
"Yeh." They went to the edge and leaned on the weedy wall. He glanced back. Luther was not hurrying to them. He sat on the wall and swung his feet around to face the river. "Sitdown."
When she seated herself, he took her hand and put it on his cock. She began to rub it immediately.
"Jeez, it is hard, baby."
"I told you." He unzipped his pants and she reached in to pull it out naked and arrogant. He heard her suck in her breath at the feel of it.
"You still love Luther?"
"Baby-what a thing! Of course, I told you a dozen times." She petted the erect thing, squeezing and handling it warmly.
Dex looked at her. "He can't get a hard on, can he?"
Brenda sighed. She was silent, holding the cock tightly. "WeU-can he?"
She sighed again and slowly shook her head. "But that hasn't got anything to do with how I feel."
"If he could he wouldn't need me." She nodded again.
"But you need me, honey, don't you?" She squeezed tighter and masturbated it hotly for a moment. "Yeah, I need you. You know that." She looked at him and leaned toward him. "Can't we keep it this way?"
"Luther don't like me t'fuck you, you know that. He hires me to do it, but he don't like it, and he won't let me screw you between shows-"
"He's sensitive. Anyway, we manage, huh?" She glanced around. "You want me now?"
"Hell yes, can't you feel it?"
She giggled. "I could lay on the grass-" She swung around. "No one could see us."
He let her lie down, smiling up at him. He knelt, the big long cock jutting out like an arm, and ran his hand up her thigh under her dress. Then he straddled her quickly, sat on her chest and dandled the prick at her chin.
"Ohhh-" She took it between her lips. He leaned forward and held her head up to it,! moving his loins slowly, in and out between her red lips.
"Jesus, baby," she said, "don't come this way, he'll smell it on my breath-"
"OK." He cuddled her head, feeling her mouth so warm and loving. What a woman she was! He thought again about the girl, Rita. Why couldn't he bury Luther somewhere? If Brenda never found out what had happened, she'd have to come with him, wouldn't she? She'd want to. He watched her mouthe it, his breath coming faster. She always excited him. No other girl had ever excited him as Brenda did. It was all right to talk about other girls, but when it came down to it, there was only Brenda for him.
He wanted to fuck her.
"Leggo," he said. He moved back, glancing around as he slid between her thighs. She grasped the spear and pulled it, raising her legs.
"Oh, come to me-"
He let her nestle it in, humping up to meet it, and pushed slowly, feeling the delicious warmth. She was right, no one could see them here. Trees and brush grew in profusion between them and the distant buildings. He thrust it deep into her as she gasped.
Then she settled back, a feline, satisfied look on her lovely face. Her body undulated as he pronged her and she smiled up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He fed it to her steadily, feeling the excitement she always drew from him. It was idyllic, screwing her out in the open this way-as though they were on a picnic. He leaned on his hands, looking down.
"Unfasten your dress," he said.
She smiled and brought her hands up languidly. With deft fingers she opened the neckline and pulled the blouse open to her navel. Her bra was loose; she merely took the bottom of it in her fingers and raised it over her breasts.
"Like that?"
"Yeh." He grinned down at them. The two lovely titties rolled slightly, nipples swaying as he pumped her deep and smoothly. The sight made him even harder. She was beautiful. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt.
"I want you close to me," She said.
He lowered himself on her, scooping her up, kissing her, fucking her hard. She cooed and writhed in his arms. It was like they were lovers, he thought. like she really loved him. She kissed passionately-was it all sex?
"Christ, I sure love you," he said.
"Yeah, me too," she whispered.
"I thought you loved Luther."
"Well, I do-but that's different."
He grunted. "How can you love a guy who can't give you no cock?"
"That's why it's different. I told you before, there's more than just fucking."
"You like it though-"
She giggled. "I love it, baby. I don' think I could live without getting my nooky. But that's just part of living. I can't explain it, but-"
"But you want Luther too."
She shrugged under him and squeezed his body with arms and legs. "Le's not talk about it. Make me come-I wanna come-"
He rammed her hard. He jabbed and jolted her and she writhed delightedly, her laugh floated out-then turned to gasps. She began to buck. She moaned and he knew she was beginning. The thought seared his balls and the TNT went off inside them. He groaned, twisting and lunging, the goo spurted and Brenda squealed aloud.
They fucked hotly, madly for long moments, losing tempo, becoming spasmodic, jerking in the anguish of it. Her legs never ceased to squeeze him-even in the passion and ferment of her shuddering. She was beautiful. She was all he wanted.
"I'm so fuckin' crazy about you-" he mutered and she kissed him with coral lips, swollen with lust.
They lay in the grass, the pulsating cock still deep in her, regaining breath and sanity. Her satin body could inflame him again. He smiled and moved sinuously; he'd fuck her again in a minute-
"I hear a car," she said.
Dex rolled off and sat up, staring down the road. He could hear it-and see it. "Ged up," he hissed. The car had come from the main highway and had turned down the dirt road toward them. Luther?
He zipped up quickly; Brenda was squirming into her clothes again, but she wouldn't make it, he could see. The car was approaching. He rose and walked toward the road. Shit. Some stupid hick-then he saw the Marshal's insignia painted on the side of the car. A cop!
"Cops," he said in a low voice to Brenda.
The Marshal braked the car and turned in a half circle. He opened the door and stared at the girl.
"What you two doin', screwing?"
Dex frowned. The cop was a slim, unshaven guy, looked to be in his thirties, not well dressed. But he had a shiny badge pinned to his shirt.
"I ast you a question," he said. "Well," Dex, glanced at her. Brenda was dressed now. "We was just sitting out here."
"Where you come from, you two?"
"We're passin' through, that's all." The car looked beat up, Dex thought. He saw the Marshal's name painted on the side: T. Rankin. He tried to smile. "We're not meaning any harm, Mr. Rankin."
"Marshal Rankin." Rankin's voice had a snap to it.
"Yes sir, Marshal Rankin."
"That your wife."
"No sir."
Brenda rose, brushing herself off. She came over to them, smiling at the cop. "We breakin' a law, mister?"
"You got a whore license, girl?"
"I ain't a whore," Brenda said, annoyed.
"You're fuckin' this guy on the grass there-" Rankin snarled at them. He seemed in bad humor. "I seen you."
"Jesus," She said, "What we do is our business-"
"Get in the goddam car," Rankin ordered. He opened the back door.
"We didn't do nothing," Dex said. "Why-" Rankin yelled sharply. "Get in the fuckin' car!"
Dex took her arm. He followed her into the back seat. The car smelled of tabacco and sweat. Rankin slid behind the wheel, slammed the door and spun the wheels. They rocked back to the highway at near-dangerous speed. Dex shrugged at Brenda. What could they do?
The Marshal's office was on a side-street, two dusty rooms that led into the jail. An equally unshaven, plump man looked up from a tattered magazine and grinned on seeing Brenda. "Hi, Rank, watchoo got?"
"Two folks out fornicatin' in the weeds by the viaduct."
"You married?" the plump man asked. "No," Dex said. The sign on the plump one's desk read: David Stofka, Dep.
"Oh, shame," Stofka shook his head in mock disgust.
"Look," Brenda said, "Can't we pay a fine and get out of here?"
"Judge's outa town," Rankin jerked his head toward the back. "I got to lock you up till he gits back."
"When'll that be?"
"Prolly t'morra," Stofka said, looking Brenda up and down. "Tomorra 'er Sunday."
"Go on," Rankin said. He pushed Dex.
There were two smallish cells, side by side, facing the single door. A man rose from a bench, staring at them. He grinned at sight of Brenda and rubbed his fly vigorously.
"That's Arne," Rankin said. "He harmless." He unlocked both cells. "All right, git in. You, woman in there."
"Will you notify my husband at the hotel?" Brenda asked. His name is Luther-"
"You tell Dave later," Rankin snarled. He pushed Dex inside with Arne and locked the door. He slammed the door on Brenda and clicked the lock, ignoring their pleas. Brenda was almost in tears.
Dex heard Stofka's voice before the door closed: "Thass a fine lookin' cunt-"
He sighed. Small town jail. Shit.
He looked around, startled. Arne was hissing and panting. The man was as tall as he, but skinny and had wide, staring eyes. He was smeared up against the bars dividing the two cells, gawking at Brenda, his cock hard and naked, poking through the bars at her.
"For crissake!" Brenda said, "Lookit that!"
"Le's do it," Arne said hoarsely. "Le's do it-" His loins heaved back and forth suggestively.
"Siddown!" yelled Dex, annoyed. Arne looked at him, like a dog, a whipped dog. "Please, mister--. "
"Sit down, dammit."
Arne backed from the bars and sat on the bench. He hunched over, staring at Brenda, and began to masturbate. Dex sighed and shrugged. It looked like they were in with the town idiot. He went close to the bars and Brenda joined him.
"Can they do this?"
"They're doin' it," he said. Brenda sighed and put her head close to his, only the steel bar between them. "I'm sorry-" he whispered.
She smiled slightly. "It's not your fault."
"I wanted a piece."
"So did I." She touched his cheek. "We'll just have to wait. Luther'll get us out."
"If he finds out where we are." He lit a cigarette and they passed it back and forth. Best to conserve them. He glanced toward the other. Arne was still playing with himself, grinning at her legs.
The afternoon passed slowly. Neither Rankin or Stofka came in; the light slowly diminished. Arne continued to finger himself. Dex began to get used to the sight of it. He and Brenda ceased to talk about Luther. They knew Luther would be half out of his mind about them by now. Would he think to come to the Marshal's office? Luther avoided police whenever he could. Would it occur to him that they might be in jail?
"When do they feed you?" He asked Arne.
Arne put his tongue out and waggled it. "Wan' me to eat you?" He grinned eagerly.
"This guy never thinks about nothing but cock," Dex said. Brenda giggled, watching the man.
"He'd pepup the show," Dex said. He sat on the opposite end of the bench. Arne looked to be twenty-five or so, hairy, needing a shave. His eyes were blank as his expression. His fingers moved constantly on the naked weenie and he drooled slightly from one corner of his mouth. Arne knew they were talking about him and he licked up the spittle and stared at Brenda, grinning.
"He-likes you," Dex said.
Arne jumped up and shoved the cock through the bars again. He made eager noises in his throat.
"He sure does," Brenda said, leaning away from it. "It might go off-"
"Dammit, siddown!" Dex said. Arne slumped and went back to the bench.
The door opened and Stofka came in, squinting his eyes in the gloom. He turned on a single small bulb near the door. "Can't waste money on pris'ners-"
"Did you find Luther--? "
"Sure, we'll find 'im." The plump man unlocked her cell and went inside, grinning. "You sure he's your husband? Not this guy?" He motioned toward Dex.
"Yes, he is-" Brenda moved to the back of the cell and Stofka followed. "I come t'ast you what you want for supper-huh?" He went close to her, grinning.
The plump man ruffled Arne's hair.
"Got t'keep this'n in jail here for his own good," he said referring to Arne. "He liable t'hurt hisself outside."
"Now maybe he'll let us go," she said under her breath. Brenda pursed her lips at the bars and he kissed her. "I'm all right," she said.
Stofka pulled away from the whining Arne. He went out quickly, slamming the door.
"He's just a shit," Dex said.
"I know it."
He sighed. "Don't count on it."
Stofka came back with a large tray and food. The food was soup and bread, a small bit of beef for each of them and a cup of brown stuff he said was coffee. He put it on the floor. "He'p yourselfs." He went out.
Arne ate everything they gave him, ravenously.
They picked at the rest; Dex was hungry, but the ration didn't taste or smell particularly good. It was hard to see, too, the light was yellow and dim. Most of the cells were pools of shadow. The two smallish windows were so grimy the light from outside could hardly penetrate.
When they finished, they sat together, the bars between them, heads close. Arne slunk to the far side of the cell in the semi dark; it was impossible to see what he was doing. Dex could hear a slight rustle of cloth.
They held hands, as two lost souls in a desert, then Brenda's hand crept across his thighs and pressed his goad. She sighed, fondling it. He unzipped and let her have it, naked. They sat for a long time, saying nothing. Luther must have looked everywhere for them. The thought hung between them, shared.
Dex closed his eyes. At least Luther wouldn't go on and leave them. Not with Brenda missing. He might well leave him, Dex, behind, but not Brenda. He was soothed by her hands, and he ozed. After a bit her hands were still and he opened his eyes, realizing that she was asleep. She must be tired from the ordeal of the day.
He moved to put his back to the bars, listening to the steady sigh of her breathing. His cock was terribly hard, pulsating-it always was when she touched it. He stroked it, closing his eyes again-and then Arne was in front of him. The man startled him in the gloom. Then he saw that Arne was looking at the dong. He opened his knees and took his hand away. Arne crawled close and began licking it.
That was pleasant. He sat in the dark and let the moronic boy suck it feverishly. Why not have the fun of it? Arne had no technique, but he was avid. It was very pleasant. He nearly fell asleep.
The door opened and shut and he jerked awake, and pushed Arne off. Arne whimpered; Dex quickly zipped up listening to them barring the door. He rose. Both Rankin and Stofka had entered, and as they came close to the cells, he could smell the whisky. Brenda woke and reached through the bars for his hand.
"-real lushy," Stofka was saying, "soft as a baby's ass, ain't you, honey?" He leered through the bars as Rankin unlocked the cell door.
"Your cell door's open," Dex whispered.
She looked at it, her eyes wide.
"Stofka, the fat one, he's got the other key," he said. "You think you can get it?"
She held to him tighter. "I dunno-"
"They're both drunker'n hell."
"If they catch me," she bit her lip, "I'm gonna get it!"
"Well, we gotta take that chance. Anyway, if we don't beat this joint they'll keep us here like they done Arne.
"Yeah, I guess so." She looked toward the front.
"Tell you what. Get something and give 'em a crack!"
She licked her lips. "Yeah."
"An'get the keys."
"All right." She took a breath and combed her hair from her eyes with her fingers. "Go on, honey."
She let her breath out and moved out of the cell slowly. Dex watched her go through the door into the office. It was very quiet in there. Were they both out cold? Maybe they were dozing, stupefied with the liquor, and the sex they'd just had.
Dex found himself clenching his fists, biting his lower lip-waiting. There were slight sounds, as though she were moving about. The office was dark. A chair clattered to the floor and Brenda's voice gasped. One of the men growled, slurring and smacking his lips.
He winced suddenly, hearing a loud crack. He shook the bars. One of the men moaned-and Brenda came running back to him. "I hit 'im-I hit 'im-"
She was frightened to death.
"Didja get the keys?"'
She shook her head, almost hysterical. "I hit 'im awful hard, awful-I didn't think it was so hard-"
"S'all, right, honey, settle down-" He petted her, fondled her. She was trembling and shaking, "-hit 'im with a bar, iron or some thin'. "
"Which one."
"I dunno-"
"Shhhh." He held her tightly. One of them was growling to himself, it sounded like Stofka, and moving about. The man came to the door. It was Stofka. So she had hit Rankin ... well, that's the one he would have hit if he'd had a choice. There was no other sound than what Stofka was making. Maybe she'd killed him.
The fat man swayed, holding onto the door. He grinned widely, seeing her. "Oh-preddy li'l girl-" he sang, "godda preddy li'l girl-" He lurched toward her.
Brenda clung to Dex.
"Stay here," he hissed at her. "If I c'n reach im-
Stofka nearly fell on her. His breath was like a blast of hell, and he had whisky spilled on him. He grabbed her hips, chuckling. "Godda preddy liddle gorl-witta preddy liddle puzzy-" He tore at her skirts.
Dex could not reach him. Brenda was whimpering. The man had her skirts up; she clung to the bars, staring at him, and Dex reached vainly over her back. Stofka was just barely out of his swing.
He heard Brenda gasp. Stofka gurgled, fucking at her bare rump, grinning stupidly. Dex knew he had his whang in her again. She was bending over too far.
"Stan' up straight," he whispered hoarsely.
Brenda yanked herself forward. Stofka yowled, rearing back as his cock came out waggling. He charged at her-and Dex reached both hands through the bars and grabbed his shirt. He hauled in with all his strength and Stofka's head hit the bars with a sound like a pumpkin splitting. Blood spurted. The breath came out of him and he fell hard. He made no other sound.
The cells were silent for a long moment.
Dex slowly let his breath out. He could hear the occasional engine of a car somewhere outside, then he could hear his own breathing and Brenda's. He shook her shoulder. "Get the keys-"
She was shuddering and he shook her again. "Come on, we gotta get outa here."
"Where are they?"
"Look in his right hand pocket."
She went around him gingerly. Stofka lay on his back, staring with sightless eyes at the ceiling. His face was covered with dark blood, there was blood on his clothes and puddled under him.
"God!, he's dead-I know he's dead-"
"Get the fuckin'keys!"
She made herself reach into his pocket. She shook her head, no keys.
"Look on 'is belt."
She fumbled in the half light; he heard the jingle of metal, and she looked up with a white face. She rose with a handful of keys on a ring and flew to him with them.
"Shit! We'll hafta try each one-"
It took more than ten minutes to find the key. The cell door opened and Dex scurried out. Stofka was dead as a mackeral. But Arne was alive, writhing slightly and groaning.
Dex had an idea. He pulled Brenda into the front office and they picked their way to the front door. "Stay here-"
He went back and lit a match. Rankin was on the floor, face down, his hair a sticky, red mess. Brenda had hit him with a file. Dex couldn't tell if the man was breathing or not. The file was on the floor. He picked it up and ran to Arne's cell and laid it by the moron's hand. Maybe they'd think Arne had hit both men. It was a chance worth taking.
He clicked back the night lock on the front door and they went out into the night.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Luther cried on seeing them. He hurried them from the hotel lobby to the trailer-and Dex insisted that they leave town at once. Brenda was trembling; her face, hair and clothes were a mess. There was blood streaked here and there on her skin and blouse.
Luther was so upset that Dex slid behind the wheel and punched the starter. Several miles out of town, he pulled to the shoulder of the road and went back to the trailer. Luther had calmed her and cleaned her up.
"We killed that man," she said, "I know he was dead-"
Luther had already given her a drink; he gave her another and poured one for Dex. Then he put her to bed.
In the cab of the pick-up, Dex told Luther what had occurred.
"I went to that damn Marshal," Luther said, growling. "And her back in that fuckin' jail all the time!"
"He took us in there just to get at her," Dex drove the car, heading south. "But they didn't hurt her-"
"Well, they got what they d'served."
"Yeh."
At the first intersection they turned southeast, and Dex settled down to drive till morning. He had little worry that their names would be on any booking list at the jail.
By morning the speedometer said they were nearly two hundred miles from the jail. The had made good distance on the long, straight roads. Dex had pushed the pick-up hard. They stopped at first light, Dex and Luther huddled over a map.
"Best go thisaway," Luther traced a route south and east. "I know that country-hill country. Beeson's a good town."
Dex nodded and climbed back behind the wheel.
At a crossroads store they stopped and Luther went inside; he came back with a sackful of food and milk bottles. They ate in the cab and went on. "No radio in there," Luther said.
They were not pursued. At noon they stopped for gas and water and Dex dawdled by the gas station office where a radio played loudly. When the announcer recited the list of local happenings, the death of a deputy and the near fatal wounding of another by a local man, Dex thrust his hands into his pockets. He was shaking. He went back to the pick-up where Brenda sat.
"One of 'em's dead," he said through tight lips. "I jus' heard the radio."
"Which one?"
"They didn't say. Other one's bad. They think Arne did it."
She gasped and he looked at her and shook his head. "They won't do nothing to him."
Luther joined them and Dex repeated the news. Luther looked relieved. He got in and put the car in gear. They rode in silence. After an hour he pulled off the road and went back to the trailer, reappearing with a bottle.
He passed the bottle around, without glasses. "We owes ourseiVes a drink."
They tipped it up, gurgling. When they went on it was in a different frame of mind. The oppressive weight was gone. Luther even sang snatches of tune as he drove.
That night they stopped in a shacky little town and put up at the only hotel, the Halimon, run by a man of that name.
Halimon was short and fat, but not great. He had a stern, gray face, apparently a man of few words. Luther, looking at him, rubbed his jaw: "Got me an idee that feller would listen to a proposition-"
"Jesus," Brenda said, "this town hasn't got ten dollars in the whole burg."
"Don't be too sure."
"Let's get on to Beeson-"
"It's half a day's drive from here." Luther rose and went over to Halimon. Dex shrugged at Brenda and lit another cigarette. Luther was hoping to make back the hotel bill. They watched him and Halimon talking, then retreating into Halimon's office behind the little desk.
Dex went outside and looked at the trailer. He admitted to himself that he was nervous. Too recently he had helped murder the deputy-murder? They were crawling in violence, the three of them. First the girl, then the two deputies. They were in an explosive business, dealing in emotion. He looked inside to see Brenda still waiting patiently. Jesus, he wanted her! After all the screwing, he still wanted her bad. His life seemed a chaos.
Luther hadn't locked the trailer. Dex circled it in the dusk. The money Luther was saving was inside-so close and yet so far. He opened the door and glanced inside. Too dark; he couldn't see a thing without lights.
Brenda came out to the sidewalk. "What'a you want?"
"Just nervous." He joined her, hands deep in his pockets. "Guess I want to move, get the fuck outa this dump."
She looked back into the hotel and along the nearly deserted street. "Yeh. Here he comes."
Luther came across the narrow lobby and opened the door. He smiled slightly. "We got us a show if we want-couple bucks."
Brenda sniffed. "A couple?"
"Promise of fifteen. How 'bout it?" Luther looked at her.
"Fifteen and the rent?" Dex asked.
"Couldn't work it that way. Fifteen, we pay the room rent."
"Shit."
Brenda sighed. "Alright, a fifteen minute show and we git. OK?"
"Yeh." Luther turned on his heel and went back into the hotel. They watched him morosely.
"I wish I'se out of this goddam racket," she said. "Gimme a cigarette."
He fished out a pack. "You really goin' to settle down on a farm with him?"
She sighed again and looked at him over the hot match flame. "Don't tease me with that goddam cock of yours. Leave things alone, huh?"
What did she see in Luther? For always? He shrugged at her and tossed the burnt match away. Even smoking a lousy cigarette she was sexy. Anything she did roused him. What would it be like without her? He didn't want to find out.
Luther beckoned to them and they went inside again. His crooked finger led them into the small, stuffy office and out a side door into a double garage. Halimon was there with two others, hard-faced men who looked at Brenda with diamond-bright eyes.
"She sure a damn fine lookin' woman," Halimon said.
Brenda smiled thinly.
"How 'bout it-afterwards?" Halimon said. "I give you a couple bucks more."
"No," Luther shook his head. "The show, that's all."
Halimon grunted and looked at the others. They said nothing. Halimon reached out and bounced one tit suddenly and Luther batted the hand away, frowning. Halimon spun on his heel: "This way."
They walked out of the garage, across a grassy plot and down a rutted lane lined by tall brush. Without the fat man to guide them, they would have been lost in a moment, Dex thought. Suddenly they were in the sticks, the road far behind them.
"Where we goin'? " Luther asked. "You said a shed-"
"Sure, we're goin' to it."
One of the other men looked around, his face a pale smear in the night. "We got wives, feller."
Dex put his hand on Brenda's ass and she looked at him. "Fifteen bucks," she murmured sarcastically.
The shed was across a wide dip.
"Where's the goddam shed?" Luther asked irritably.
"Right here," Holiman said. "On'y a minute now..."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was a low structure, built strongly, blending in color with the surrounding murk. Dex did not see it till he was only a few feet away. A few scrawny trees brushed the shingle roof with cobweb branches. They went around the building and Holiman scratched a match and fitted a key into a hasp lock. The door swung open with loud squeakings. It smelled musty inside.
"They's a lantern" Holiman said. Someone found it and the chimney scraped up. Holiman put a match to the wick and Dex looked round the room curiously. The light came up slowly, yellow and flickering. It was a small hut, ten by ten, he thought. There were some tools and boxes about the sides of the place, the puncheon floor was dirty and littered; there were two chairs and a bench, and a table next to the only window which was covered with cloth. One of the men went over and covered it with still another scrap of cloth.
"Where we gonna screw?" Dex asked.
"Get the mattress down," a man said. They looked up, and Dex saw a dusty mattress fastened to the open ceiling joists. Holiman stood silently as the other two men climbed on the chairs and heaved it down.
"Dusty as hell," Luther growled.
"Well, Jesus," Holiman said, "we ain't got no fuckin' four poster bed-" They laughed, all three of them, and Dex tested the mattress. It felt mouldy. One of the men pulled a blanket from somewhere and spread it on the dust.
"Lock the door, Wormy," Holiman said. The man pushed a heavy bar across it. The man called Wormy was taller and thinner than Holiman, about the same age. The third man sat on the end of the bench and lit the stub of a cigar, looking at Brenda.
Luther held out his hand for the money.
"Yeah," Holiman said. He produced a five spot and collected ten dollars from the other two and handed it over solemnly. "Too bad we ain't got no music, we got whisky though." He pointed and the third man reached behind him and came up with a dusty bottle.
"Give 'em all a drink, Harry."
Harry unscrewed the cap and smelled the contents. He passed the bottle to Luther who swallowed a quick one and gave it to Brenda. She passed it to Dex without drinking. Dex drank a quick snort of fire and passed it to Wormy.
"All right," Holiman drawled. "Now le's see you fuck th' gal, boy."
Dex nodded, looking at Brenda. She began to strip without a word. Holiman and the others whistled, seeing her without the bra.
"It's cold in here," she said.
"It'll warm up, you git on your back," Wormy said.
"I'll warm 'em-" Harry offered.
Dex shucked his shirt and pants. The old cock wasn't but half hard. The situation didn't excite him. Hard-eyed men drinking from a bottle, watching him and measuring the naked girl. The skimpy light bathed her, creating deep shadows under breasts and along her sides. He could see the tiny little goose-bumps on her arms and thighs.
"Shit," Wormy said, "you ain't hard 'nough t'corn-hole a sheep-"
Brenda turned toward him and reached for the cock. She smiled slightly, taking it in her hand and squeezing it tightly.
"I c'n feel it," Wormy said, giggling.
Brenda glanced over her shoulder and wriggled her bare fanny. Harry clapped his hands: "Yeh, lookit that li'l thing a-winkin' at me-"
"Hurry up'n git it hard," Holiman said. "I wanna see you hit bottom."
She had it hard now, not as hard as it could get, but hard. Dex stood, pushing it into her hand, hands on hips. He tried not to look at the men. They were smoking, smacking their lips over the booze, chuckling and shuffling their feet. Luther sat quietly in a corner waiting.
She let go of it and, as Dex stood perfectly still, rubbed her body against it with a lithe dancing movement. Dex could see their eyes, they liked the way she moved; they didn't miss a single twitch. The cock bobbed around fleshily. She laughed at them, turning about and rubbing her bare bottom against it, waggling her titties. They were so close they could reach out and touch them-and Holiman did. He flapped at them idly with the back of his hand.
"Them's better'n the ol' woman, hey Wormy?"
"Shit yeh." Wormy sat down on the floor and craned his neck forward, looking hard at her pussy. Brenda parted her thighs for him and writhed it, looking down.
Wormy stuck his hand up and a finger went into her. Brenda gasped and Luther growled. Wormy chuckled, diddled the finger an instant and withdrew it, wet. He licked it as the others laughed. "Oh, 'at tastes like turkey!"
She gave him a warning look and a nod. When she sat down on the mattress, Dex followed her closely. She parted her legs and he was between them, thrusting with the cock. The three men leaned forward. Silence descended, then he could hear the tiny sounds of wet flesh as his dong buried itself. She sucked in her breath and pulled at him. He fucked it in hard, long strokes, long strokes-Jesus, it felt good.
He tried to forget them, lunging hard, ramming her. She was responding hotly. The mattress rocked and he could smell the dust they raised. He was panting a little. When he glanced up he was surprised at the intensity of their stares. The whites showed all around Harry's pupils. Wormy moved the lantern closer.
Someone tossed the empty bottle into a corner where it crashed and splintered. No one cared.
"How's zat feel, honey?" Holiman asked.
Brenda giggled. "Yummy-"
"He hittin' bottom?"
She shook her head.
"Poke 'er harder, boy-"
Dex ignored the advice. He worked busily, trying to fix his mind on the money in Luther's trailer. There might be as much as a thousand dollars in that cache. That much money would take him anywhere he wanted to go. Anywhere in the world.
But without Brenda. He buried his face in her silky neck, feeling her respond frantically. He was getting to her. He could tell. And so could the men watching. Dex could hear their breathing, harder, faster. They were excited by the naked act. He was making her come.
She shuddered suddenly, gulping air.
"At's a boy-feed it to 'er-"
"Shit, lookit 'er wiggle!"
Brenda bucked wantonly, eyes half-closed, gritting her teeth in the grip of the orgasm. Dex kept the friction steady, meeting her struggles and loving her, holding her warmly, making sure she got all of it. The show was all hers-she was what they wanted to see after all. He made sure they saw a beautiful girl in the full bloom of erotic delight.
She moaned aloud, tossing her head. Dex heard Wormy squeal in delight. The man's hand thrust between them, grasping her naked breast. Harry chuckled and Holiman was clearing his throat: "Go at it, boy-"
He tapered her off, keeping her just at the right spot of bliss-the thought crossed his mind that he was good at it, he knew her now. She was subsiding slowly, breathing hard. He tried to brush Wormy's hand away, but the man was fondling her busily.
"All right," Luther said from the corner, "That's about it-"
They ignored him: "Go on, boy, give her another-"
Dex looked down her quivering body. He hadn't shot it yet and slapped his bare ass.
"Shoot 'er wi' that thing, g'wan-give it to 'er."
Dex nodded, pushing it in and getting up to rhythm again. Wormy was crouching close now, his hot breath hissing:"Goddam, Luke, gonna shoot it in m'pants!"
Holiman pushed the lantern closer, leering as Brenda opened her eyes, looking up at him. "How wazzat?"
She sighed, holding Dex tightly, paying no attention to Wormy's fondling. Dex thrust deeply, hotly. It was on its way-on its way-only a minute more!
He scooped her up, pounding, battering, hearing her intake of breath feeling her fingers curling around his upper arms. Someone slapped his rump again and again, they were chuckling and urging him on. And he made it. It welled up and fountained, gushing and throbbing. Dex moaned, driving himself at her, sprawling, pounding, convulsing.
"Oh lordy," Harry said, "I seen a bull go after it like 'at-"
"Pull 'im off," Holiman said thickly.
Hands yanked at him and Dex elbowed them. The cock was still spitting, pulsating. But he was weak, at a terrible disadvantage. They yanked him suddenly and he rolled off, the cock splashed out wetly, still hard; Brenda yelled, threshing. Dex heard Luther's yell.
"Let 'imbe--! "
The room was suddenly silent except for the hard breathing. Dex looked around. Holiman and the two others were looking round at Luther. Luther had a pistol.
"That's all," Luther said. "Ged up, Dex. Get 'er up. Come on-come on-"
"Well now, wait a minute," Holiman said. "We paid for this here show-"
'Th' show's over. You had your show."
Dex was on his knees, still between her splayed legs. Brenda looked up, looked at Luther with wide eyes. Her hair was tousled, face flushed. She was beautiful.
"Stay right there," Luther said, moving the pistol slightly. Harry had moved slowly to his right. "Come on for Crissake-"
Dex took a breath and began to stand.
The lantern went out. There was a whoosh of breath and they were in inky blackness.
For an instant Dex remained, half erect, startled. Then he ducked down again, fast. He fell on Brenda, trying to cover her with his body, protect her. Someone hit him. In that instant he heard Luther yell, heard a shot. Then bright lights dazzled him, a searing pain spread across his brain, the lights smeared and blackness reached for him.
He didn't feeL them roll him off the whimpering girl.
The room was silent.
"What about it?" Holiman asked.
"Got 'im," Wormy said. "Lite a match."
Holiman scraped a match and in the flaring glow, could see that Luther was prone. Wormy had the pistol. He lit the lantern again.
"Nize work. Whad you hit 'im with?"
"Chunk o' iron." Wormy bent and examined the man. "Jesis, he's coldern a bear's ass."
Brenda screamed. She struggled to free herself from Holiman's grasp. Harry jumped to hold her. Between them they powered her to the mattress. Harry pushed hard and Dex rolled off the mattress to the cold floor. Holiman thrust his knee between hers. In another second he was on her.
"Hoi' her goddam legs-"
Wormy ran to help. The three of them held her while Holiman got his cock out and put it into her. He grinned, fucking her. She was crying, turning her head from the stink of his sweat.
Holiman lasted only a few minutes. Wormy was next, breathing hard, burying his swollen penis, driving it madly.
She barely moved when Harry slid into her lustfully. They didn't have to hold her. She was limp and unresponsive.
She barely moved when Harry slid into her lustfully. They didn't have to hold her. She was limp and unresponsive. Harry cursed her, but she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.
"Shit, like bootin' a handful o' liver-"
Dex groaned and Holiman motioned to Wormy. They wrapped a length of rope about his hands and knotted it. Holiman went to look at Luther. He scratched a match and looked carefully, frowning. He turned the head this way and that. Wormy joined him, frowning at the prone man.
"I think he dead," Holiman said softly.
Wormy felt for a pulse, his face white in the gloom. "Jesus, I don't feel nothin'. "
"Le's git her outa here. Take 'er over to the mill. They's no one there, won't be till Monday."
"Why the mill?"
Holiman lowered his voice. "They's food an' heat there, and it's outa the way. We'll lock 'er in and come back for this'n."
"Jesus, you mean git rid o' him?"
Holiman pulled at his collar. "W'at the fuck else we do?"
"How 'bout him?" Wormy indicated the unconscious Dex.
"We'll figger that out later." Holiman frowned at Harry, still pronging the girl. "These here people is trash anyways, ain't no one gonna miss 'em. A whore an' two drifters." He smiled at the other. "Trash."
They put clothes on her, and a gag about her head so she couldn't speak. Wormy and Harry gathered her up like a sack of meal and carted her out, stepping over Luther.
Holiman looked around, blew out the lantern and followed them. He locked the door on the outside.
L'Envoi
When Dex came to he was cold. His teeth were chattering. He was off the mattress, and his hands were tied. It was pitch black in the hut.
The rope was little problem. It was rotted and gave way to continued tugging. Dex felt for the mattress and sat on it, blinking. He remembered where his clothes had been and patted his hands, searching for them, and found them. As he dressed he became increasingly afraid for Brenda.
He could smell the coal oil, and felt for matches. Lighting one, he pushed up the chimney and lighted the wick. The lantern was still warm. He hadn't been out long then.
When he rose, he saw Luther.
Luther was dead. Dex squatted by the body; there was no pulse, and the body was cooling. Moving the lantern, he could see a terrible opening over Luther's left temple. It didn't bleed. He leaned against the wall, hands trembling. Luther was dead. He felt cold as hell.
Brenda.
He tried the door, knowing it would be locked. Forcing himself to think, he realized they would be back. He had to be gone when they returned. They hadn't made up their minds about him, so they'd left him. When they returned, they might have decided to kill him.
The window was boarded up, but he punched out the boards with a two-by-four. Where the hell would they have taken Brenda? It could be anywhere. He left the lantern burning and climbed out the window. Probably they wouldn't take her to the hotel.
He went back, trying to remember the way they had come, finally hearing the sound of a truck on the highway following the sound. They could have taken Brenda anywhere. Anywhere within a hundred miles, and there must be some fine hiding places. He felt awful. Luther's death weighed on him. He had liked Luther, even as he had cussed him. They'd take Brenda somewhere and keep her maybe. Keep her and fuck her. Maybe make a captive out of her, feed her and screw her. He kicked the dirt viciously.
By the time he reached the hotel he knew he had to get away from them. How could they let him live? He knew they had killed Luther.
They weren't at the hotel, he was sure. He stared at it, went around it and back, keeping out of sight. It was late and no one was about. The pick-up and the trailer were still parked where Luther had left them. Dex was sure they hadn't come back to the hotel. They'd have moved the rig first thing. He crept to it and opened the door. The key was in the ignition.
He shut the door and pushed the starter. He was a mile down the road before he turned the lights on.
He couldn't seem to think straight.
Brenda. Where the hell was she? They had her, sure, he knew that. But where? If he kept going this way he was getting further from her every second. But he couldn't stop. They would kill him. He knew it.
When he came to the first crossroads he scanned the signs and took the road to Beeson. Luther was dead. It was hard to believe. Luther was dead and now he had the pick-up and trailer.
The trailer.
He blinked, and looked back. He had the trailer and no one was around. At the first f opportunity he slowed and parked the pick-up on the side of the road. He went back to the trailer. It took him twenty minutes to find Luther's money.
It took him ten minutes to count it, all in small bills; with shaking fingers. Nearly three thousand dollars! He sat and looked at it. A fortune. A goddam fortun!
He had money at last! He spread it out on the bed and feasted his eyes on it. All the delicious green of it. He arranged it just so, the tens here, the fives there, the twenties-Jesus! He had money!
A car went past on the road.
Dex jumped and came out of the cash-reverie. He stuffed the bills back into their bag, then jumped up and stared out the door. There was no one in sight. The road stretched lonely and bleak in both directions. The car had disappeared too quickly, maybe it had turned off. He hid the money again and ran to the cab.
As he pulled onto the road, his head was filled with rushing thoughts, what he would buy, where he would go, the difference the money would make. No, he mustn't spend it all, he should make it work for him. But what was the use of having dough if you couldn't spend it, buy the stuff you wanted? Hell, he'd buy a few things, save some of it.
He could sure buy a lot of stuff for Brenda--he cocked his head at the road. Well, Brenda was a great lay and all, but now he could have any dame. He had dough. He could afford a couple dames, at the same time. That was a crazy fuck, two dames at the same time!
Suddenly he didn't mind so much going away from Brenda.
He began to whistle.
In an hour he came around a bend and ran into the road-block.
The pick-up was doing sixty-five. He swerved and hit the brakes, then he saw that he could get through. They had arranged some saw-horses across the road, but it was just a token block. There were three guys in brown uniforms, all three waving at him to stop.
His heart was pounding. What the hell were cops doing here? They were waiting for him! He jammed the gas pedal down and hunched over the wheel, seeing one of the cops scuttling out of the way. He heard a crack as if someone had fired at him. There was a cop car parked at the side of the road. It had a white sign on the side panel: Brake Check, Beeson Police Dept.
Dex didn't see the sign.
He didn't feel the shot that hit him. The pick-up careened wildly, slammed into the saw-horses with a shattering crash and slithered off the road and turned over.
The cops ran to the car, one shouted for an ambulance. The wheels of the pick-up were still spinning. The first cop to reach the cab sidled up to it and peeked inside. Then he went boldly to the window and reached in to feel the wrist of the man behind the wheel.
