yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank)
Jeni's Story: She works hard for the money
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real life
simply means I got lucky. It contains sex with minors, some very mild
pseudo-B&D, and a lot of wishful thinking. If such things offend you,
please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your system.
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Due to the length of the entire story (32 chapters in all), Please do
not ask me to e-mail you any parts that you might have missed.
Comments, criticisms (constructive or not), and even flames are
permissable however. (Hell, I've been here for a while and haven't
received even one flame. Starting to feel left out [grin])
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Chapter One
She stood near the curb, beneath the street light. The snow
drifting down around her, covered her in a mantle of virginal white.
Her stiletto-heeled shoes, salt stained and scuffed, moved in a kind of
two step, as she attempted to warm her cramped, freezing toes. Black
fishnet stockings encased her well shaped legs, but did little to ward
off the cold, or hide the goose bumps.
She rubbed her legs together in a vain attempt to improve their
circulation. She wore a skin tight, flame red micro mini, which
normally showed off well her supple thighs. Tonight, it offered little
protection from the elements.
She cursed the weather as she tried to pull her midriff length
imitation fur jacket tighter around her. What little chance she might
have had to make money tonight, was surely made slimmer by the falling
snow.
She hoped Nicky would show up soon and let her go home. Even he
couldn't expect her to stand out here all night in this blizzard.
As she stood watching the snow swirl under the glare of the street
light, an old Pontiac came crawling along. It stopped as it came
abreast of her. She peered in, and saw a young man behind the wheel.
She struck a provocative pose and smiled.
He slid across the front seat, rolled down his window, and said,
"You look cold."
She moved to the car and leaned over to afford him an ample view of
her unrestrained breasts beneath the light, silky camisole. She smiled
even wider, and said, "Yes, but you'd be surprised by how fast I get
hot."
He reached out to touch her. She moved away without straightening.
She pressed her arms tightly together, forcing her breasts to stick out
further, and at the same time, gave her rear a little wiggle.
"Oh-oh, naughty, naughty! No freebies tonight, sweet heart."
"You can't blame a guy for trying, can you?" he laughing replied.
She saw him in the light, and was momentarily taken back by the acne
scars on his face. Nicky had some, but not as disfiguring as this poor
guy. She waited, saying nothing, for him to make the next move. She
might be cold, but she'd rather freeze out here then spend the night in
jail again.
Shivers, having nothing to do with the cold, went through her body
at that thought. She swore never again would she be trapped by a
fucking pig.
"Well how much?" he asked.
"How much for what, sweet thing?" she coyly responded.
"For sex, damn it. I ain't here to order pizza."
"Well, that all depends on what you had in mind."
"Shit, I ain't got all night. Just wanna know the rates. Let's
stop beating around the bush, and decide what I can afford. Okay?"
"Well," she said moving closer to the open window, "it's fifty for
an oral, and a hundred for a quickie. Normally I charge a lot more,
but the weather being such a bitch, I'll give you a break. Hell, if
you're really looking for a great time, pay the motel bill, and I'll
give you a good time all night for only $300. That's way below the
going rate."
She hoped he was interested in more than a quickie. She wanted off
the streets bad.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his wallet and,
as if afraid she'd reach in and grab it, turned away to riffle through
it.
"Shit," she thought, "he ain't got enough money for squat."
He turned back to her and said, "I seem to be a bit short. But I'll
tell you what. I'll let you sit in here for as long as you want, if
you'll do me for $30. This baby sure gives off the heat and you must
be freezing out there. What do you say?"
He held out some bills and moved back behind the wheel.
She was tempted. She could feel the heat blasting out the open
window. She knew if Nicky ever found out, he'd beat the shit out of
her. But if she did this guy real fast, maybe she could get back here
before Nicky stopped by to check on her. And she'd never have to tell
him about the money either. Nicky couldn't really believe she'd turn
any tricks on a fucking night like this.
The guy started to put his money away. "I guess another night
then." He leaned over and started to roll up the window.
"No! Wait! I guess I can do you a favor this once. But the next
time, I expect the full rate. Give me the money, and I'll get in the
car with you."
He looked sceptical but quickly handed her the money through the
window. He moved closer to the door just in case she decided to run.
But it was too cold to pull that shit, and opening the door she jumped
in.
"You can pull this baby around the corner. There's a narrow lane
behind the building where you can park," she said, trying to rub some
warmth back into her body.
He put the car in gear and drove to the lane. Putting the car in
park, he moved closer to her and put his arms around her.
"Whoa there, friend. All you get for your money is a blow job.
Push this seat back, and turn that damned heater on full blast. Okay,
now move up against the other door."
She knelt on the floor, her backside as close to the heater vent as
possible, and reached into his lap. Pulling his zipper down slowly,
she reached in and pulled out his limp penis.
"Damn, your hands are cold," he complained.
"Don't worry honey, things will soon heat up," she laughingly
replied. Rolling his penis like a cigar between her palms, she brought
her lips to its tip. She showered it with hundreds of small, sucking
kisses as her hands made milking motions on his shaft.
His hands went to his belt and loosened it. He pushed his pants
down around his knees. She let go of his now hardening shaft as he
pushed his shorts down too. The warmth coming from the heater felt
really good on her legs.
She thought how she'd normally try and hurry up the customer. But
not tonight! She didn't care if he took forever to come as long as she
could enjoy the heat. He attempted to grab her breasts. "Shit," she
thought, "he had to ruin a good thing."
"Hey! I said no freebies tonight. Now, if you can't just sit
there, I'm leaving."
"Aw come on. I just wanted to warm you up a bit."
"I'm serious. I'm already giving you more than you've paid for.
Either you just sit there, or forget it."
He didn't look very happy, but he did as he was told. His
disappointment showed in more than his face. His penis lay limp
between his legs.
She again took it in hand and started to kiss it. Her tongue traced
a path down along the tender underside and back to the tip. She could
feel it hardening, and opened her mouth to swallow it. She sucked it
into her mouth, taking it as deeply as she could without gagging.
Still using her hands to jerk up and down on his shaft, she used her
tongue to tease the now swollen gland. His breathing became rapid as
he moaned, "Oh yes baby. Suck it! Suck it good. It feels so good
when you eat me like that. Is it too big for you? Wouldn't you rather
have it deep in your hot, wet cunt?"
She ignored his mutterings as she continued to suck and lick him.
He grabbed her head, forcing his cock deeper in her mouth. She tried
to pull his hands away, but he was too strong. The tip of his penis
lodged against the back of her throat. She tried to relax, but felt as
if she would gag. He rapidly moved her head up and down as he
continued to mouth obscenities.
"Aw shit! Not yet! I'm coming. Fuck! I bet you can't wait to
have my hot cum squirting deep down your throat, can you, you fucking
whore?"
She managed to pull free as he grabbed for his shaft. "Here,
swallow it, bitch! You know you want it."
"Fuck you!. You swallow it," she said, pushing his penis away from
her.
He continued to pull on it as thick spurts of semen shot upward
along his body. He cursed, and threatened to make her pay. He reached
for her as she tried to get out of the car, his hand grabbing at her
face. She bit his thumb and, as he howled in pain, quickly got out of
the car. She ran around the building.
She hid in a doorway, afraid he might follow. But he never came
back. She stood shivering, partly from fright, but mostly because she
could again feel the penetrating cold. She waited a while before she
dared stand under the street lamp. But when he didn't appear, she
decided she should get back on post. It wouldn't do if Nicky came by
and found her hiding there.
The snow continued to fall around her as the night wore on. She
could barely make out a pair of headlights as they approached. The car
was almost abreast of her before she realized it was Nicky's red Trans-
Am.
She opened the door before the car came to a full stop, and jumped
in. Leaning over to the driver's side, she planted a big wet kiss on
Nicky's face.
"Hey, cut that shit out," he growled as he wiped her lipstick from
his face. "So what have you been doing all night?" he asked.
"Not much. Christ, it's too cold for anyone to be out on a night
like this, Nicky. I was hoping you'd come along to take me home."
"Take you home? Are you crazy? The bars just closed a few minutes
ago. The streets should be teeming with tricks soon. Shit woman!
Don't you know by now that when a man has alcohol in his blood, and
heat in his loins, it ain't never too cold? And what do you mean you
ain't seen no action?"
Nicky reached over and gently caressed her cheek. His hand moved in
lazy circles down her neck.
"Really Nicky, there ain't been shit out tonight. All I have to
show for the evening is one frost bitten ass."
Nicky moved his hand down her camisole and caressed her left breast.
"Come on, this is Nicky you talking to. Don't give me that crap. Now
what did you take in tonight?"
"Honest Nicky, nothing. There ain't been any trade along the street
tonight. I wouldn't lie to you."
Nicky grabbed her breast between two fingers and his thumb and
twisted. She let out a cry of pain.
"I'll ask you one more time. What do you have for me? And don't
waste my time with more bullshit, or I'll start to lose my temper. Now
give!"
She reached in her belt and quickly handed the money to Nicky. He
took it with his other hand, never letting up on the pressure to her
breast.
Looking at the money, he asked, "What the fuck did you do for thirty
bucks?"
The pain was becoming unbearable, but she knew better than to resist
him.
"The john was short of cash."
He gave another brutal twist and said, "I asked what, not who or
why."
"I sucked him off, Nicky. But it was so cold and . . ."
"Shut up! Shit Jeni, you never learn, do you? Get your ass back
out there and don't give cut rate prices again."
He let her go, and started the car. She jumped out, and watched as
his car fishtailed down the road. She took her place again under the
street light and watched the snow softly fall.
It was a night, just like this, almost three years ago, when she
first met Nicky. Her mind ignored the cold snowy night as she recalled
how she came to the life she now led.
Chapter Two
She had been sixteen. Her father had died two years earlier. And
her mother had started to drink heavily even before Daddy was in the
ground. She liked to think it wasn't her mother's drinking which had
made her run away from home.
The drinking Jeni could have put up with. But the boyfriends were
another matter. Actually, most of them were kind of okay.
Okay, that was until Ray came along. He wasn't satisfied to simply
beat up her mother whenever he got roaring drunk. He would usually
want to make love to her right there on the spot, despite whoever else
was in the room. He took extra pleasure in humiliating her mother when
Jeni was around.
Then that night he tried to force himself on her. Her mother had
managed to stop him by offering herself instead. But Jeni had been
forced to watch him violate her mother. He said it was so she would
know what to expect the next time he came for her.
She made up her mind then she wouldn't stay in that house. After
her mother managed to get Ray back in their room, Jeni packed a
knapsack with several changes of clothes, and slipped down to the
kitchen. She emptied the coffee tin where her mother kept what cash
they had on hand. She didn't bother leaving a note saying where she
was going. She didn't even know herself. She managed to get a few
lifts, and arrived in the city.
The City! She was stunned by how big and busy it was. She had no
idea what she was going to do or where she should go. What was even
more appalling was how expensive everything was. She quickly ran out
of money and was forced to panhandle to eat. She slept in doorways and
back alleys. She felt grubby but didn't know what else to do. She was
certain if the police caught her, they would force her to return home.
And she would never go back there again.
It had been a particularly cold day--the snow starting to fall. She
was hungry. God, she had never known hunger like this. She hadn't
eaten anything, but a donut, since yesterday. She had no luck begging
for money that day, and she was tired and cold.
As she passed a snack bar, the smell of french fries caused her
mouth to water. She just had to have something to eat. She walked in
and sat at the counter. When the man behind the counter asked what she
wanted, she said a hot dog, fries and a large cup of coffee.
She refused to think what was going to happen when he found out she
didn't have any money. When the food arrived, she devoured it. Having
finished the food, she sat there nervously sipping the coffee.
The guy came over and asked for payment. She made a big show of
looking through her bag. "Shit, girl! Don't tell me you ain't got no
money. Fuck! This is the third time today I've been stiffed. What
the hell do you kids think I'm made of? Gold? You stay right there.
I'm calling the cops!"
"Please, mister, I ain't trying to stiff you. I know I have it here
somewhere, just give me a minute."
Jeni looked nervously toward the door, hoping she might be able to
make a run for it. The guy reached over and grabbed her coat sleeve.
"You ain't going nowhere, lady. Not until I get the cops."
A hand reached around her, and placed a fifty dollar bill on the
counter.
"Why don't you let the poor girl go, Harry. That should cover my
tab and hers. And I'm sure she still wants to order some more, too.
Don't you, honey?"
Jeni looked over her shoulder, and glanced up into two of the
deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. She was too frightened to speak.
"It's okay, sweet heart. Don't worry. No one's calling the cops.
Are they, Harry?" he asked the guy behind the counter.
"Gee Nicky, if I had known she was one of yours, I'd . . ."
"Can it! Just see what the little lady wants to eat. Better yet,
bring a menu over to the table. I'm sure she'd be more comfortable
sitting away from all these people gawking."
He led her to a booth. He helped her remove her coat. She noticed
he winced as he caught a whiff of her. It had been a long time since
she'd been able to wash. She figured she must stink pretty bad.
But he said nothing. Instead, he helped her choose several things
from the menu, and engaged in small talk while she wolfed down the
food. She couldn't eat it all. She thought she would burst. Matter
of fact, she thought she might be sick.
He laughed softly as she clutched her stomach. "The bathroom is in
the back. I don't think Harry would take too kindly to you getting
sick here in the restaurant. Mind you, it might be more appetizing
then some of the shit he serves."
She quickly got up from the table, and ran to the bathroom. She
stood above a toilet, gagging, and watched all the food she had so
wanted, flush away. She tried to wipe her face in the sink, but there
was only the slightest trickle of cold water.
She felt better, but light-headed, as she made her way back to where
the man with the blue eyes sat waiting for her. She sat opposite him,
and not knowing why, started to sob.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to waste all that food. Really I
didn't."
He reached across the table and took her hand. "Hey, it's okay.
You'd be surprised at how many people get sick eating Harry's food.
Are you okay? Can I get you something?"
Jeni wasn't able to answer. Instead, she continued to cry. He got
up from his side of the table and moved beside her. He placed an arm
around her and hugged her gently.
"Hey. C'mon, it can't be that bad, can it? Look, I know you don't
have a place to stay, and it's too cold for you to sleep outside. Tell
you what, I have a spare couch you could use, if you want to. And I
promise no tricks. If you want to leave, you just walk out the door.
What do you think? After a good night's sleep, your stomach may be
more prepared to accept something. C'mon, what do you say?"
Jeni gazed up at him through tear-filled eyes. She never knew why
she agreed to his suggestions. All she knew was her mind seemed to get
lost in his tender blue eyes. He led her from the snack bar to his
car.
They drove for about twenty minutes. She didn't know where they
were headed, but soon found herself standing outside his apartment.
She was having second thoughts about whether this was really a good
idea. But once she was in the warmth of the building for a few
minutes, she felt too drowsy to care.
He showed her the couch, and went away only to return a few minutes
later with his arms full of sheets, blankets and pillows.
Jeni started to cry at the sight of the pillows. She never realized
just how much she missed sleeping in a real bed.
"The bathroom is down the hall to the right. Feel free to use it.
And if you want to wash your clothing, you'll find a washer and dryer
in there too. Only thing I ask is that you do whatever you find in the
hamper at the same time."
"If you get hungry later, the kitchen is just past the bathroom.
Help yourself to whatever you can find. I've got to go out for a few
hours, but I'll let myself in later. Don't answer the phone if it
should ring. And of course, don't answer the door. You never know
what kind of weirdos are out there these days."
Jeni couldn't believe it. He was going to let her stay in his place
alone. But the mention of a hot bath was all she really wanted to
hear. Thanking him, and grabbing her knapsack, she ran to the bathroom
and closed the door.
She never really knew when he left, nor how long she lay in the hot
water. Finally getting out of the tub, she dried herself. She threw
the towel, and her few clothes, in the washer.
She checked out the hamper, and added the few things she found there
before she started the machine. She found a bathrobe hanging on the
bathroom door. She put it on as she had nothing else to wear which
wasn't already in the washer. She went back to the living room, and
made up the couch.
She was so tired. She thought she'd just lie down for a few moments
until it was time to put the clothes in the dryer. Instead, she fell
into a sound sleep.
When she awoke, the room was dark. There was just the faintest hint
of light coming through the living room windows. She took a minute to
remember where she was, and was startled to see someone kneeling over
her knapsack.
It was that fellow Nicky. He looked as if he was naked. She was
frightened. Not knowing where the courage came from, she said, "Hey,
what are you doing there?"
As he turned toward her, she could see he had on a pair of bikini
briefs.
"I was just putting your clothes away. It seems you forgot to
finish the laundry, so I did it when I got home."
"What time is it?" she asked. "You're just finishing the laundry
now? What time did you get home?"
"Boy, you sound like a wife. For your information, I arrived home
about an hour ago. And the time now is almost 7:30 on an overcast
morning. Tell you what, if I leave the room for a few minutes, do you
think you might get dressed and give me back my robe? I'm not crazy
about running around half naked with an under-age juvenile in my
apartment."
She realized she was still wearing his bathrobe. "Gee, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to keep it. I was only going to lie down for a moment
while I waited for the wash to finish. Really, I didn't mean . . ."
"Damn, you talk a lot. I'll go into the kitchen and fix us
something to eat. You throw on some clothes. And don't forget to
bring the robe with you, okay?"
He stood up and, giving her a warm smile, left the room. Once she
was sure he was gone, she quickly got up and went to her knapsack.
Taking out a change of clothes, she dressed. Remembering to take the
robe, she went in search of the kitchen.
He was standing at the stove frying some eggs. "I hope you're
feeling better today. But maybe you should take it easy with what you
eat. I don't want you getting sick like last night."
Again, she was captivated by his eyes. They seemed to reach out and
encompass her whole being. She couldn't remember meeting anyone quite
like this man. She found herself looking closely at his almost naked
body as she had never really looked at a man before.
"Hello? Anyone home in there?" he asked laughingly. "Oh, you
brought my robe. Thanks."
He took the robe from her hands and putting it on, turned back to
the food cooking on the stove. "Well, are you going to follow my
advice or not?"
"Sorry? I guess I was kind of lost in thought. I didn't quite get
what you said," she answered timidly.
"I was suggesting you take it easy on what you eat this morning. We
don't want you getting sick again."
"Oh? That would probably be a good idea. Except I am starving. I
could eat a horse right now. But I guess you're right. Maybe I should
just have some toast. But those eggs sure do smell good."
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt if you had some. But try not to
wolf it down in one gulp. I promise they won't disappear. Get
yourself a plate from the cabinet up there. You'll find knives and
forks in the drawer by the sink. Get me some too, will you?"
She did as he asked, and brought them to the table just as he dished
out the food. She buttered the toast as he poured the orange juice.
They sat in silence while they ate. He read the morning paper, and
she found herself again studying his features.
He looked up and caught her staring at him. He smiled and laid the
paper down. "Well, you look as if you'll survive my cooking. Why
don't you clean up the dishes, and I'll hit the sack. If you want, you
can watch TV. But do me a favor and keep the sound down low."
"B-b-but," she stammered.
"What seems to be the problem? Don't tell me you don't know how to
wash dishes."
"I do, but I . . . er . . ."
"C'mon now, don't tell me you forget how to speak once you've
eaten," he laughed.
"No, that's not it. I was just wondering, er . . ."
"Look, sweet thing, I've been up all night. and I'm bushed. I don't
mean to be anti-social, but I have to get my beauty rest. Do you think
you could spit it out in twenty-five words or less?"
"Well, I was wondering when I . . . er . . . I had to leave?"
"Shit, is that the problem? Like I told you last night, you leave
whenever you feel like it. Now I really have to hit the sack. Try not
to make too much noise. Good night."
He left her sitting there. She didn't know what to make of him.
She felt funny staying here, but it sure beat being outside. She got
up and washed the dishes, being as quiet as possible.
Afterward, she went to the living room and turned on the TV. There
sure wasn't a lot to watch at that time of the morning. She got bored,
and wandered around the apartment. It wasn't very big, but it was well
kept.
Returning to the living room, she browsed around on the book
shelves. She didn't see any books which struck her fancy, but she did
notice a couple of video cassettes. Taking one, she placed it in his
machine.
She had a hard time believing her eyes. This was a pornographic
video. But it didn't appear to be a regular movie video. More like
someone's home movies. It took her a moment to realize that the guy in
the film was Nicky.
She quickly turned it off, and put it back on the shelf. She
wondered if she should leave right away. What kind of person made
movies like that? She was frightened. The only two men she had ever
seen naked were her boyfriend Bobby, and that bastard Ray.
The thought of Ray, naked, violating her mother, caused her stomach
to turn. She quickly shifted to the image of Bobby.
Bobby. He was sweet. He tried often enough to get her to allow him
to stick his cock in her. But she had always managed to prevent him.
Okay, so she occasionally sucked his cock to get his mind off the other
thing, but she enjoyed it when he returned the favor. She had remained
a virgin all these years. And, she was damned if she was going to let
a kid like him spoil her track record.
He did have the cutest little ass though. A sob caught in her
throat as she realized she'd never see Bobby again. The thought of
Bobby and their little games, made her curious about the video. She
put the tape back in the machine. She turned off the volume for fear
of waking up Nicky.
Watching it more closely this time, she noticed you really didn't
see much of Nicky. The film focused more on the woman in the film.
She wasn't quite sure if you would classify her as a woman. She looked
more like a young girl, heavily made up.
Jeni noticed enough to realize Nicky wasn't as immature as Bobby.
He even had a cuter ass. And he appeared to be quite good at what he
was doing, if the girl's reactions were anything to go on.
Jeni watched the tape to its conclusion and then quickly got up to
exchanged it for another. This one was almost the same, but the girl
was different. The other five tapes were same.
She sat, her eyes riveted to the screen, and watched every minute of
every tape. She was both horrified and curious by what she saw.
Obviously, Nicky liked to tape his conquests. And even though she had
the sound turned off, it was obvious the girls were all quite vocal in
their approval of him.
Jeni sat there as the last tape started to rewind. She wondered
what she had gotten herself into. What kind of sex maniac was sleeping
in the next room? But when she thought about it, none of the girls
appeared forced into doing anything. Matter of fact, they all seemed
upset when the lovemaking was over.
Still, she figured she better be extra careful around him so he
didn't get any wrong ideas. But otherwise she thought she should be
safe. Making sure she put the films back exactly as she found them,
she went back to the couch, and laid down.
She must have more tired then she realized because she soon fell
into a deep sleep.
Chapter Three
She woke to find the day had past. Looking out the window, she saw
it getting dark outside. She could smell something cooking in the
kitchen, and made her way there.
Nicky was seated at the table, eating. "Good to see you've joined
the living again. Help yourself to the stew on the stove. You know
where the dishes and silverware are."
She got down a bowl, and ladled some stew into it. Grabbing a spoon
from the drawer, she sat opposite him and started eating.
"Okay. So now you've spent the night here, and eaten my food, I
wonder if I qualify yet to get some questions answered?"
"Sure! Anything you want to ask. I really appreciate your kindness
and I'll try . . ."
"Christ. I see you found your tongue. Was it hidden somewhere in
your bag?"
"I . . . er . . . I . . . er . . ."
"Whoa up there, lady. At least wait until I ask the questions,
okay?"
"Okay."
"That's better. Now the first question is how old are you?"
"Well, I'm . . . er . . . eighteen."
"Hey, if you don't want to tell me, just say so. I can understand
that. But I hate being lied to. So will you tell me your real age, or
do we just forget playing twenty questions?"
Jeni felt a blush creep over her face. "Damn," she thought, "I
never could lie worth a damn." Looking Nicky squarely in the eyes, she
said, "I'm sixteen. But I turn seventeen in about three months."
"Shit," he snapped, "talk about jail bait. Hey, it's okay.
Everyone has to start somewhere. And why did you run away from home?"
Jeni felt uncomfortable. "What makes you think I ran away from
home?"
"Look, sweetheart, a nice girl like you just doesn't live on the
streets if she has a nice warm home to go to."
"Oh yeah? What makes you think I'm such a nice girl? For all you
know, I could be some kind of criminal hiding out from the law."
"Now you're being silly. Next to being lied to, being bullshitted
is the second thing I hate. First, I suspect you wouldn't even know
how to break the law, let alone hide from it. And second, if you
weren't a nice girl, you would have climbed into my bed last night as
if it was a matter of course, to repay me for my hospitality. So cut
the crap, and tell it like it is. I ain't here to bullshit you. And I
don't take too kindly to being bullshitted in return.
Again, Jeni blushed. "Well, I really don't feel like talking about
it. I'm sorry, but I still feel quite uncomfortable about it, and it's
not that . . ."
"Jesus, girl! We're going to have to put a meter on that mouth of
yours. Don't you even stop to take a breath? Like I said, if you
don't want to answer any questions, just say so. Can you tell me what
you expected to do when you got here? Or how you were going to survive
without any money?"
"I had money. But it just seemed to disappear, and I wasn't really
thinking about that. I figured I'd manage somehow. Look, I'm sorry if
I'm such a problem. I'll just get my things and . . ."
"Maybe if you tried to slow it down a bit. I think I'm going to
call you 'Motor Mouth'. You look so much prettier when you not talking
a mile a minute. As for as you being a problem, you're not. Least
ways, not yet. And if you really want to leave, you know where the
door is. But I don't mind if you stay here. Now, without starting to
give the entire speech from the throne, can you tell me your name?"
"Jeni."
"Okay, Jeni 'One Name'. Like I said, you can stay here for as long
as you want. At least until I need the couch. Which by the way, has
no upcoming engagements that I know about. Deal?"
Jeni shook her head in agreement.
Nicky smiled and said, "Yup, you really are much prettier with your
mouth shut."
They both started to laugh. "Tell me one more thing while you seem
to be able to restrain that motor mouth of yours. Do you have anything
else to wear except those jeans and T-shirts I put away last night?"
"No," she replied.
"Well, I guess the first thing we have to do is get you something
decent to wear. And then we need to get you some fake ID. Can't take
you anywhere without it."
"Gee. Really? You don't have to do that. Where would we go? I'm
sure it's too . . ."
"Whoa! I just said how I hate all that racket. Right now I'm going
to clean up this mess. Until then, give that mouth a rest, will you?"
"Okay," said Jeni, as she jumped up to help him clean the dirty
dishes.
Nicky helped her wash, dry and put them away. He said he was going
to shower and change, and they would go out when he was ready. Jeni
asked if she could use the shower after him.
"Sure, kid. Don't know how much hot water there'll be, but try not
to take too long, will you? I want to get to the stores before they
close."
Jeni sat impatiently waiting for him to free up the bathroom. Once
he went into his room to dress, she quickly showered and changed into
her best outfit.
She looked down at her clothing and felt a bit ashamed at how shabby
she looked. She was excited by the thought of Nicky buying her some
new clothes. She heard him calling her, telling her to hurry up and
she quickly ran to meet him.
He stood there looking at her. "Do you have any make-up in that bag
of yours? No? I should have known better. Come in here," he told her
as he headed to his bedroom.
She was reluctant to follow him, but overcame her fear when he
called her again.
"Here, try some of this stuff. I need a picture of you for the ID.
We need to make you look a bit older. Try some of this blush and maybe
some of the eye shadow. I think with your coloring, the blues would be
best."
She went to the mirror and started to apply the make-up.
"What the hell are you doing? Shit, you look like a whore. Didn't
they teach you how to apply make-up where you come from? Here, let me
do it. Shit, ain't nothing worse than a bitch who can't do her own
make-up."
Jeni was frightened, and wasn't sure how or what to answer him.
Instead she stood silently as he wiped off the make-up she had put on,
and allowed him to reapply it.
"There, that's better. Now, I assume you can apply lipstick. Use
the light pink one. And don't put it on too heavy. Your lips are big
enough without drawing more attention to them."
Her hands shook as he watched her. She was so nervous, she had to
wipe it off and do it a second time.
"Okay. I guess you look as good as you're going to get. Hey, don't
get me wrong. You look great. Really! I just meant you look as old
as we can make you."
He gave her a peck on the cheek. Jeni had not been prepared for
that. Her hand went to where his lips had touched her, and again, she
felt herself falling into his blue eyes.
They stood gazing into each other's eyes for a moment and then as if
it took a great deal of effort, Nicky left the room. Jeni heard him
call her name but seemed unable to move.
She wondered about this effect he seemed to have on her. She
realized she was walking on very thin ice. But it had been so long
since someone had been nice to her. She knew there was no place else
she wanted to be right now.
Even when he was criticizing her, he seemed to care. And the
feeling that kiss had. It was as if she had been touched by something
electrical. A warm feeling diffused through her body as she thought of
him.
"Jeni? Hey, come on and move that cute butt of yours. The stores
won't stay open forever, you know."
She hurried into the living room, and saw him standing there holding
a polaroid camera.
"Come here. I need to get a picture for the ID. Stand away from
the lamp and smile. Yeah, that's it. Now don't move while I take
another."
The pictures taken, he gave them to her to hold as they went down to
his car.
Again, she had no idea where they were going. He pulled in front of
an old building and told her to wait while he ran in. After about
fifteen minutes, he returned. "They said the ID would be ready in
about a half hour. Let's get you some clothes. We'll come back later
to pick it up."
They went to a small boutique nearby. She was breathless, looking
at all the lovely things there. But when she saw the price tags, she
wasn't quite as excited.
"Nicky, they can't be serious. Who would pay these prices? Isn't
there somewhere cheaper we could go?"
"Hey, did I tell you to check the price. Just pick something out
quickly before the store closes."
"But . . ."
"Listen, Motor Mouth, put it in idle and start looking."
Jeni pick out a nice grey skirt, though she thought it was too
expensive. Holding it up for Nicky to see, she was taken back by the
expression on his face.
"Shit. Obviously they didn't teach you how to pick out clothing
back home either. Come here and let me see the size. Okay, wait over
by the changing room. I'll get you something decent."
She went to the changing room and watched as Nicky rushed around the
store, picking up some items and rejecting others. He came over with
his arms full. He handed her a beautiful black leather skirt and a
black silk top.
"Here, go try on these. And be quick, will you?"
She entered the changing room, and put on what he had picked out.
The skirt was very short, and much tighter than anything she would
normally wear.
The top was gorgeous. She loved the feel of it against her skin.
But the neck was cut so low her bra showed above the neckline. She
took off her bra. She looked at herself in the mirror and didn't
recognize the girl staring back at her.
"Hey, ain't you done yet? C'mon, I want to see what you look like."
She left the room and stood before him. He looked at her, and let
out a low wolf whistle.
"Now that's quite a package. How do you like them?" he asked,
smiling.
"The skirt feels a bit tight, and the blouse is a bit revealing,
don't you think?"
"Tight? What are you talking about? I think it shows your butt off
great. But I see you'll need a new bra to go with that top. Hand me
your old one. While you try on the other stuff, I'll see what I can
find."
She returned to the room and handed him her old bra.
"Okay, while I'm looking, you try on those other clothes. I'll be
right back."
He took off, and she tried on the other clothing. She fell in love
with all of them. They were much more daring than anything she would
normally wear, but they were all so beautiful.
They made her feel so grown up and, giggling to herself, sexy. A
blush crept over her face as she thought how Nicky had reacted to her
in her new outfit.
Breaking out of her reveries, she heard Nicky knocking on the door.
"Here, try on this one. And put the black outfit on again when you're
done."
She finished trying on the last of the clothes, and then put on the
bra. He had chosen an under-wired bra which just barely covered her
breasts. It pushed them together and upward at the same time. Her
breasts looked as if they had suddenly increased in size.
Putting on the skirt, and then the top, she looked into the mirror.
Her breasts seemed to rise out of the low cut neckline of the silky
top. Straightening her hair, she waltzed out of the dressing room, in
what she hoped was a very sexy walk.
"Damn! Now where did Jeni go? Excuse me, very sexy lady, but did
you see some snot-nosed kid in there a few moments ago?"
Jeni took a playful swing at him. They stood there, holding each
other, laughing.
"Really sweet heart, you look good enough to eat. Now all we need
to is to get you something to replace those scruffy running shoes.
Come over here and let's see what they have."
She fell in love with a pair of low cut boots with silver metal toe
shields. Trying them on, they fit perfectly.
"Okay, I guess that'll be it for now. Lets go settle the damages."
"But wait, I have to change first."
"Like hell, you do. I ain't paying for these clothes so you can go
back to looking like a bag lady."
"But Nicky, you can't pay for all these. They'd cost too much.
Just let me have what I'm wearing now, and that'll be enough."
"Look, you don't tell me how to spend my money. And, I won't tell
you what to do with yours."
"But I don't have any money."
"Exactly. Now move that cute butt over to the counter so I can pay
for all this shit."
He took a playful swipe at her backside and she let out a yelp.
Running to the counter, they again broke out into fits of laughter.
The lady behind the counter eyed them curiously, but was more than
happy to ring up the purchases.
Jeni couldn't believe it when the bill came to nearly five hundred
dollars. But Nicky never flinched. He reached into his pocket and
drew out a large wad of bills. Peeling off five of them, he waited for
his change.
Jeni needed help carrying all the packages out to the car. Nicky
opened the trunk and placed the packages in there.
Jeni asked, "Where to now, my knight in shining armor?"
"First, we get the ID, and then we'll hit a few clubs. That is
unless you're too tired and want to go home to bed?"
Jeni was too excited. She had never had so much fun, and couldn't
believe things could get any better. But she knew there was no way
that she wasn't going to go out with Nicky tonight. So she giggled and
simply said, "Wherever you go, I go."
They drove back to get her ID. When Nicky handed it to her, she
looked at the picture and hardly recognized herself. She glanced in
the rear view mirror and saw the face in the picture reflected back at
her. She noticed the name on the ID was Paula Kearney. She asked
Nicky why the name change.
"Well, you never did tell me your last name. Even if you had, I
figured you wouldn't want just anyone to know your real name, in case
you got into trouble. C'mon, let's get going."
As Nicky started the car, she realized he had thought of everything.
She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling quite
content and happy. He put an arm around her, drew her closer, and
still keeping an eye on traffic, nuzzled his lips in her hair.
Sooner than she expected, they pulled into a parking place. It had
felt so nice just sitting there with his arm around her. She was a bit
disappointed when he moved to leave the car.
"Are you going to sit there all night, or do we start to do some
serious partying?"
She answered, as she got out of the car, "Let's party!"
Nicky told her to stay close to him when they got inside, and to let
him do the talking to the doorman. The doorman greeted Nicky like a
long lost brother and let them pass without asking to see her ID. The
place wasn't very crowded. Nicky explained it was still early. He
seemed to know everyone there. He chose a table in the back of the
room.
Once seated, he asked, "You do drink, don't you?"
"Why of course I do," she answered, some what defensively.
"Yeah right. And I suspect it was just the occasional sip of beer.
Well, am I right?"
Feeling a bit hurt, she stammered an agreement.
"I suggest you stick to white wine coolers tonight. Heavy on the
soda and take your time drinking them. Don't want you getting sick all
over those new clothes."
Jeni was pleased by his concern. When the waiter came, she ordered
a white wine cooler, heavy on the soda. When the drinks came, they sat
there silently, sipping their drinks. Jeni particularly liked hers.
It was like a fruity Seven-Up. She couldn't see how it could make her
sick. But with Nicky watching her closely, she contented herself with
sipping it slowly.
After a few drinks, the music started to play. She looked at Nicky
mischievously and said, "And I suppose they taught you how to dance,
back where you came from?"
He seemed at first angered by her comment. But then he started to
laugh.
"Well, Ma'am, if I don't, I'm sure you'll teach me. Besides, I've
been dying to see how well you can move that sexy ass of yours."
She got up and, giving a big wiggle with her hips, ran to the dance
floor. He followed. She was surprised by how well he moved. They
danced for almost forty minutes.
Jeni was feeling tired and thirsty, but wasn't about to ask to sit.
Finally, Nicky said, "Hey. Have some mercy on an old man. I need to
catch my breath. Let's sit for a while, okay?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, collapsing into his arms. He
reached down, and lifting her chin toward his, kissed her.
Jeni thought she would never catch her breath. But she didn't want
the warm feeling she was experiencing to stop. She threw her arms
around his neck and pressed tightly against him.
Nicky broke the kiss and half carried her back to their seats. They
sat without speaking. She was afraid to break the mood.
Suddenly Nicky stood up and said, "C'mon, this place is dead. Let's
go somewhere else."
Jeni grabbed her coat and followed him. They walked a couple of
blocks to another club. Again, Nicky spent a good deal of the time
greeting people who called out to him. Nicky being so popular made
Jeni feel good. While it was a bit disconcerting, she didn't really
mind all the looks and comments the guys made about her looks to Nicky.
They ordered drinks and spent most of the time dancing. Jeni was
drinking more than she realized and was starting to feel a bit woozy.
But Nicky never tried to kiss her again. She was a bit disappointed,
though not sure why.
Chapter Four
They had been at the club for about two hours when Nicky said he had
an errand to run. Jeni grabbed her stuff and followed him to the car.
He drove a fair bit from town and parked in the back of what turned out
to be a strip club.
Turning to her, he said, "I'd suggest you stay out here, but I don't
know how long I'll be. And in this neighborhood you'd be safer inside
then out here in the car."
"It's okay with me. I'd rather be with you then stay by myself."
He waited for her to get out of the car, and together they entered
the building.
Standing on the other side of the door was the biggest man Jeni had
ever seen. He asked to see her ID. Jeni showed it to him. He looked
at Nicky and said, "Boy, they still do a good job on these, don't
they?"
"Hi Mixer, what's been happening?" Nicky asked the big man.
"Place is dead, man. Don't think the girls are making much dough
tonight. This ain't your usual night to come around. What's up?"
"Not much, just looking for Billy Boy. Seen him lately?"
"Naw, ain't been in here for awhile. But then again, you can't be
too sure when he will turn up. Want me to tell him you're looking for
him?"
"Shit no! That's the last thing I need. I'd never find him after
that. The man owes me."
"Oh, that's it. Okay, why don't you and the pretty lady go find
yourselves a table, and if he shows, I'll keep him busy long enough for
you to connect."
"Thanks, Mixer," said Nicky as he steered Jeni toward a table near
the back of the room.
Jeni had never been in a bar before tonight. And here she was in a
strip club. She was fascinated. She looked around in the dim light
and saw a handful of men scattered around the place.
Nearby was a table full of half-naked women. They were just sitting
there, drinking and smoking. One of them got up and came over to their
table.
"Hi, Nicky, what'll you have? The usual? Hey, what's this, a new
recruit?"
"Stuff it, Laurie! Just bring my usual and a wine cooler for the
lady."
"Lady? Lady, my ass. Does she know . . ."
"Laurie, I suggest you get those drinks real fast, or would you
rather I told Mixer how you're insulting the clients. I'm sure he'd
love to hear that."
There was an edge to his voice which Jeni hadn't noticed before.
She had been too busy trying to see everything there was to see, and
hadn't really been paying attention to the conversation. But when she
heard his tone of voice, she looked at Nicky.
"Is there something wrong, Nicky?" she asked.
"No sweetheart. We were just discussing what the young lady would
be bringing us to drink, weren't we, Laurie?"
"Yeah, sure Nicky. Whatever you say." The girl looked uneasy. "I
guess I should hurry up and get those drinks. I'll be right back."
Jeni watched the girl as she went to the bar. She was pretty,
though not very well built. Jeni knew she was better built. There was
something about her which looked vaguely familiar. Jeni couldn't
remember where she had seen her before.
When the girl returned with their drinks, Nicky pulled out the wad
of bills and left one on her tray.
"Keep the change."
The girl looked down at the bill and smiled. "Thanks, Nicky. No
hard feelings, okay?"
"Sure Laurie, no hard feelings. By the way, don't forget to tell
Mixer, you'll be working extra duty tonight."
The smile left the girl's face almost as quickly as it had appeared.
"Come on, Nicky. That's not fair. All I . . ."
Nicky motioned to Mixer. The girl, seeing Mixer approach, quickly
left. Mixer arrived and said, "Yeah, whatcha want?"
"Just wondering why there is no action," was Nicky's reply. "Also
wondered if you were holding tonight?"
Mixer looked at Jeni and back to Nicky.
"Don't worry, she's clean. Just looking for a couple of grams until
next week. If it matters, I can pay."
"Shit, no problem, Nicky. I know you're good for it. If not in
cash, then in merchandise. Step out back with me for a few minutes,
and I'll see what I can scare up."
Nicky turned to Jeni and said, "Will you be okay here for a few
minutes? I have to go see something with Mixer. I'll be right back.
Now don't leave the table, and don't talk to anyone. Okay?"
Jeni nodded in agreement, and went back to sipping her cooler.
Nicky returned after a few minutes. He seemed somewhat different.
Jeni wasn't sure if the difference was him, or because she had been
drinking.
Before she could say anything, the music started blaring. Mixer,
bent over a microphone, said, "Okay, ladies and gents. Let's have a
great big round of applause for the very sexy, Teri."
A few men started to clap as a girl moved to the stage in the center
of the room.
Jeni was fascinated. She was actually going to see a nude dancer.
Nicky turned to her, and speaking loudly into her ear to be heard over
the music, said, "C'mon, Jeni, let's get out of here."
Jeni was disappointed. She had wanted to see the girl dance. She
turned to Nicky and said, "Do we really have to go?"
Nicky saw the look on her face and laughed. "You really want to
stay? Don't tell me you get off watching naked ladies?"
"No! How could you even think such a thing? It's just that I never
saw a nude dancer before and . . ."
"Well, if you don't get off watching naked ladies, what does turn
you on?"
Jeni was taken back by his comment. She started to blush, and said,
"Come on, Nicky, don't tease me like this. I just want to see one
dance."
"Hey I ain't teasing. I'm just curious. But you know the rules.
You don't have to answer any question you don't want to. If you really
want to see a nude dancer, you'll have to sit through several dances.
They don't take everything off at once. Okay, tell you what, let's
have another drink. You watch the broad and then we'll leave, okay? I
still have my rounds to make tonight. And I can't very well do it with
you with me."
Jeni wasn't listening to him. Her mind was fighting with itself
over his first question. She reached over and pulled his head close to
her.
Pressing her mouth up against his ear, she whispered, "You do."
"I do? I do what?" Nicky looked at her.
Jeni again blushed as she said, "Turn me on."
Nicky sat there, his blue eyes fixed on her. She could feel the
blush deepen as it suddenly felt very hot in the place. She tried to
break away from his gaze, but it was if he wielded some strange power
over her.
He reached out a hand and caressed her cheek. "Tell me that
tomorrow when you're sober, and maybe we can explore it a bit further."
He placed a light kiss on her cheek. He wrapped an arm around her
and pulled her tight against him. She felt as if she was in dreamland.
She sipped her drink as she watched the girl dance.
The dancer was in the middle of her second number before she removed
her top. Jeni didn't think she was all that good looking. But every
time the girl bent over, a fellow sitting next to the stage would go
crazy. She turned to Nicky and asked him why?
Nicky watched the girl for a moment. He suggested to Jeni they
switch places. Changing seats, Jeni's view of the stage was very
different. She was looking directly over the head of the guy by the
stage. The next time the dancer bent over, Jeni saw she wore nothing
under the short spandex skirt. You could clearly see her bare vagina.
But that wasn't what was driving the fellow crazy. Every time the
girl bent over, she looked at him through her parted legs. She then
stuck two fingers deep in her mouth and made as if she was sucking
them. She then inserted them deep into her cunt as she moved her ass
up and down.
Jeni at first felt disgust, but then she found the poor guy's antics
quite funny. She started to laugh. Nicky, who had been watching her
closely the whole time, started to laugh with her.
She leaned over and gave Nicky a kiss. He pulled her closer and
together they continued to watch the interplay between the dancer and
her main admirer. The second song ended and the girl left the stage.
Jeni watched as dancer ducked into room marked Ladies. She was in
there for some time before she returned to the stage.
The lights dimmed further, making it almost impossible to see
anything. As the music started to play, a red spotlight lit up the
stage. There in the center, on a white fur rug, lay the girl. The
dancer's body movements were extremely slow and exaggerated as she
moved with the beat. She spent a great deal of time caressing her
small breasts. She would squeeze them together, and then tease and
pinch her nipples until they stood straight out. Jeni didn't believe
anyone could have nipples that large. The more the girl teased them,
the bigger they seemed to get.
The girl was now lying on her back, stroking her vagina. The guy
sitting up front appeared to be pleading with her. She would poise a
finger just in front of her vagina and then pull it away. The guy
threw something on stage.
Jeni watched as the girl reached for it, and stuck it under her rug.
The dancer maneuvered herself until she was almost in front of guy and
again placed her hand near her vagina.
This time, she didn't pull it away. She forced it deep into her
vagina. Keeping it there, she raised her other hand to her mouth and
began to suck it. After a few moments, she exchanged hands.
The poor fellow looked as if he would fall out of his chair. Again
he threw something on the stage. And again, the dancer grabbed it.
She positioned her body until she was squatting in front of him as she
continued to play with her vagina.
The guy had his face so close that Jeni thought he must have his
nose pressed tight against her. The music finally ended, and the guy
went wild with his applause. The girl, moving slowly, left the stage.
She disappeared into the washroom.
Jeni turned to Nicky and said, "I can't believe that they would
allow stuff like that on stage."
Nicky chuckled, and replied, "This is the sticks, sweetheart. And
this is one of the seedier clubs. In town, you would see an entirely
different show. But out here, they get away with a lot more. The
clientele tends to be rougher, and demands more than the usual bump and
grind."
"But the girls? Why do they do it?"
"Again, it all depends on the girl herself. Usually it's because
they need the extra money, or can't work in town or both. That girl,
Teri? The one that was just up there? She's only seventeen. She'd
never work in town. They'd find out she was under age."
"But here, they're a little more lax. Particularly when you're
willing to do a specialty act like that. But enough of that. You saw
your naked dancer. I still have to do a few things after I take you
home."
Jeni agreed that it was time to leave, but she needed to visit the
washroom first. Nicky said okay, he'd wait for her.
Coming out of the washroom, she saw Nicky hand the guy near the
stage some money. Nicky headed over to Mixer. He appeared to say
something to Mixer, who roared with laughter.
Jeni, making her way to the door, noticed the guy at the stage get
up and move to a dark corner of the room. Mixer walked by her to the
table of girls. She heard him say, "Laurie, you get lucky tonight.
The guy over there is looking for some extra duty." Laurie slowly got
to her feet and went to where the guy was sitting.
Nicky told Jeni to hurry up so she was unable to see much more.
Just before she went out the door, Jeni turned. Though the lighting
was dim, she could have sworn the guy had one of Laurie's breasts in
his mouth as she tried to gyrate her hips in front of him.
Chapter Five
They had just arrived back at the apartment when Nicky said he had
to leave. Jeni felt angry.
"How can you go out again? What about me?"
He looked at her and laughed. "I suggest you get that sexy butt of
yours to bed."
She removed her coat, and striking a provocative pose, tried to
gyrate her hips as she had seen the dancer do.
"If you really think this ass is so sexy, why are you leaving it
alone?"
"I said before we'd talk about it in the light of day when you're
sober. Until then, just go to sleep."
He left her standing there. Feeling a bit foolish and very tired,
she stripped to her underwear and went to bed. She fell asleep almost
before her head hit the pillow.
When she awoke the next morning, she felt as if she was dying. Her
head screamed in agony. She could smell food coming from the kitchen,
and that did in her stomach.
She ran to the bathroom just in time to wrap her hands around the
porcelain bowl as she felt herself turn inside out. As she lay there
gagging, Nicky appeared in the doorway.
He handed her a glass of a murky, foamy concoction, and told her to
drink it. He suggested she take a hot shower, the hotter the better.
She couldn't even answer him, she felt so sick. She placed the glass
to her lips and swallowed.
He waited as she drank the foamy drink, and taking the glass, turned
to leave. "When you manage to feel a bit more human, I'll be in the
kitchen with the rest of your cure. Now get that sexy butt into the
shower."
Nicky left Jeni lying on the bathroom floor. Her stomach finally
settled enough that she thought she might be safe to move from the
bowl. She managed to crawl to the tub and, slipping over the side,
turned on the water.
As the water cascaded over her, she realized she had forgotten to
remove her underwear. Not caring any more, she adjusted the water
temperature until she thought she was going to scald herself. Slowly
standing, still not quite too sure on her feet, she held on to the
towel bar. She allowed the water to pour over her head and body.
Slowly life seemed to ebb back into her. Her head still screamed in
protest. But at least her stomach seemed to have taken a respite, and
her limbs seemed strong enough to respond to her requests.
She continued to stand under the steaming hot shower until she felt
like a lobster-red, wrinkled prune. Stepping gingerly from the shower,
trying not to move her head, she carefully removed her soaking garments
and threw them in the washer. She dried herself. Realizing she had
nothing else to wear, she wrapped the towel around herself.
Slowly she moved to the kitchen, and sat opposite Nicky. On the
table in front of her was some toast and a large glass of tomato juice.
Raising the glass to her lips, she felt her stomach start to churn
again.
"Hey, easy," said Nicky, as she turned various shades of green.
"First, start with the toast. You have to build a base. The toast
will help absorb the excess bile and stomach acids."
"When you feel ready, sip the juice. It helps to replenish your
bodily fluids. Right now your body is severely dehydrated. Don't
drink it like you did the wine last night. Just take small sips."
The thought of the drinks last night caused her to utter a low,
sickly moan. Nicky started to roar with laughter.
"Gee, you don't seem to be as interested in partying this morning as
you were last night."
"Oh, stuff it, Nicky. I'm sitting here dying, and all you can do is
make fun of me? How was I to know what I would feel like this morning?
I never really drank before."
"Hey, don't jump on me. I tried to warn you last night. But you
didn't listen."
Jeni chose to ignore Nicky and his taunting. She finished the toast
and slowly sipped the juice. Her stomach again seemed to settle. Now
if her head would only stop hurting so much.
Nicky left the room. He returned with some aspirin. Handing them
to her, he said, "Take these with the juice."
"I can't take them with juice. I need water."
"The last thing you want right now is water, believe me. Now do as
I say and I'll help you back to bed."
He waited while she struggled to swallow the pills and chased them
down with a mouthful of juice.
"Okay now, let's get you back to bed."
He helped her to her feet and maneuvered her back to the living
room. Setting her gently down on the couch, he closed the blinds to
darken the room. Returning to her side, he helped her under the
covers. Tucking them in around her neck, he leaned over and gently
placed a kiss on her forehead.
The mere touch of his lips on her skin seemed to set off shooting
stars within her skull. She groaned in pain and turned away. She
heard him go into his own room and close the door. She was sure she
would die. But her body's exhaustion took over and she dozed off.
Waking later in the day, she was relieved to find her head no longer
hurt. Actually, it was just plain numb. Her stomach was also almost
back to normal.
She realized she was naked. She didn't remember Nicky removing the
towel when he had put her to bed, but there it was lying in a lump at
the side of the couch. The thought he had seen her naked, had actually
touched her naked body, caused mixed feelings.
She really liked him. She found him quite attractive. But he was
so much older. What if he had forced himself on her?
Jeni sat there as questions seem to flood her mind. Why didn't he
respond to her advances? Why did she find him so fascinating? Did she
really fear he would seduce her? Or, was she more afraid he wouldn't?
All this thinking was causing her head to throb again. She decided
she'd be better off if she tried to eat something. She went to the
kitchen.
After putting some bread in the toaster, she went to the fridge and
got some juice. As she sat there eating and slowly sipping the juice,
questions again surfaced in her mind.
She wondered why she was so attracted to Nicky. True, he had been
kind to her. But she thought his treating her as an adult, and not
placing any demands on her, were the most probable reasons. And he was
cute. Those eyes. God, she'd never seen eyes like his before. She
was falling in love with him.
That thought was the most frightening. Somehow she knew if she was
to get involved with Nicky, she wouldn't be able to put him off like
Bobby. With Bobby, she had always managed to avoid his demands to make
love by either jerking him off or, when all else seemed to fail,
sucking him off. Sometimes she thought all Bobby really wanted was to
be sucked off. He was as frightened as she was when it came to making
real love.
But Jeni didn't think she could avoid it with Nicky. And she wasn't
sure she wanted to avoid it. She was sixteen now. And if she was
going to give her virginity to someone, she wanted it to be someone as
sweet as Nicky. He obviously knew what he was doing. It wouldn't be
like doing it the first time with some immature high school kid.
She sat there fantasizing what it would be like to feel his hands
and mouth on her body. "Damn. Why dream?" she thought. "He hasn't
even looked at me as a woman. Every time I come on to him, he seems to
move further away."
"Why doesn't he like me? Hell! I'm better looking than that skinny
dancer last night. I'm even better looking than, what was her name?
Laurie? Yeah, that's it, Laurie. Well anyhow, I know I'm better
looking then either of them. And he obviously likes girls. Just look
at those videos."
"Shit," she thought, "that's where I've seen her before. Laurie was
one of the girls on the cassettes in Nicky's bookshelf."
Jeni got up quickly from the table. The room spun around her as she
realized she would have to take it slow for awhile yet. Moving more
cautiously, she went to the living room.
Going to the bookshelf, she tried to remember which video she had
seen Laurie in. Damn, she wished her mind was a bit clearer. She
glanced nervously at the clock on the VCR and then at Nicky's closed
door.
Well, if he were true to form, he shouldn't wake for at least
another hour or two. She wondered if she dared watch the video while
Nicky was in the apartment. She stood there, momentarily unable to
decide. Finally overcoming her uncertainty, she reached up and took
one of the tapes from the shelf.
"You really don't want to see that tape. It is not a regular
movie." Nicky stood in his opened doorway, scratching his head. "I
would suggest you put it back where you found it."
Jeni's heart stopped. She wasn't quite sure what do. She put the
tape back on the shelf. To hide her fright, she said, "There was
nothing good on the TV, so I thought I might check out the tapes in
case they were any good and . . ."
"Damn, I hate it when you lie. Don't you think I know you were
trying to see which one Laurie was in? Don't you think I noticed you
looked at them already? When you go around snooping, at least make
sure you put things back like you found them." He looked at her in
disgust, and went down the hall toward the kitchen.
Jeni stood there confused. She realized she had betrayed his trust.
She felt hurt by his look. As if she had somehow become less in his
eyes. And she realized his opinion of her mattered a great deal to
her. She needed him to like her. There was no one else she could turn
to.
Without Nicky she was alone, nothing. She needed him. She wanted
his affection more than anything else. Afraid she had lost him, she
ran the kitchen.
"Nicky, please! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything to upset
you. I promise I'll never lie to you again. Please forgive me. What
do I have to do to be forgiven? I want to . . ."
"Damn! The Motor Mouth rides again. I think I liked it better when
you thought you were dying. You really want to do something for me?
Close the mouth and see what you can fix me to eat."
Jeni couldn't believe it. Nicky sat there, smiling. He wasn't
angry with her. She raced to his side, and kissed him. Running to the
fridge, she grabbed something from it, and went to prepare him a feast.
She couldn't believe how happy she felt. Her Nicky wasn't mad at her.
She practically sang as she cooked his food.
Nicky started to laugh. Jeni turned but couldn't see what was so
funny. Between fits of laughter, Nicky managed to say, "I have to
admit I've never been served food quite like this before."
Jeni still didn't understand what he was talking about. Nicky,
seeing the confusion on her face, could no longer contain himself.
"Hell, when I told you last night we would discuss your sexy ass in
the light of day, I never thought it would be so prominently
displayed."
Jeni looked down at herself and realized she was totally naked.
Giving a yell, she ran from the room.
Chapter Six
The sound of his laughter followed her down the hall. She rushed to
where her bag lay, and tearing it open, started to pull out something
to wear. Her feet became entangled as she tried to pull on her
panties, and she fell to the floor.
The impact caused her head to explode in pain. She had never felt
so humiliated in her life. She started to cry. She lay on her side,
tears steaming down her cheeks.
A hand reached out and stroked her face. "Hey, come on. It can't
be that bad, can it? Here, sit up. Let's see the damage."
He helped her to a sitting position. She looked up into his face
and saw a look of concern. Her heart skipped a beat as she again lost
herself in those eyes.
Reluctantly breaking eye contact, she pressed her face against his
chest and continued to cry. He held her tightly as he gently rocked
her. Neither said a word as they held onto one another. She shivered
slightly, and he opened his robe to wrap it around both of them.
She managed to get her sobbing under control. She felt the warmth
of his body, and enjoyed his smell. She moved her face slightly so she
could kiss his chest. She found he was quite hairy, and his hair
tickled her face.
He gently stroked the back of her head. His face nuzzled her hair,
lightly raining kisses there.
Her hands caressed his chest. The feel of his chest hair through
her fingers delighted her. She centered her kisses upon his nipples,
and was surprised to see them reacted as hers did when she was excited.
His mouth moved down to her ear. She giggled as his tongue tickled
her. His robe fell away from around them as his hands went to her
back.
She loved the feel of his strong hands as they caressed her bare
flesh. She moved her hands along his hard flat stomach to his legs.
She could feel his taunt muscles. Again, she was surprised by the
amount of hair. She had never known anyone so hairy. For some reason
this excited her more.
They knelt there exploring each other's body, but never quite
entering the forbidden zones. Jeni wanted to look upon his manhood,
but was afraid to break the spell. She didn't want to give him cause
to take his hands from her.
Concern shot through her as he reached up, and taking her by the
shoulders, pushed her away from his chest. But a sense of relief
replaced the concern, when she realized he simply wanted her to lie
down.
She lay there fully exposed to his gaze. She watched his eyes as
they travelled up and down her body. She felt some disappointment that
her view of his penis was blocked by his robe. But she knew she needed
to wait only a little longer.
He laid down beside her. She started to turn toward him. His hand
shot out, and forced her shoulder back to the floor. He lay propped up
on one elbow. His other hand moved lightly across her body.
Starting at her neck, he traced a lazy path down between her breasts
with his fingers. They moved across her stomach to one of her thighs.
He ended his journey at her knee and moved across to the other leg.
Moving upward, he skirted the area of her mound and came to rest at her
navel.
She tried to move closer to him but he moved away. "Please, Nicky?"
"Shush, little one. Just feel. Don't think. Don't speak. Just
feel. Close your eyes. Concentrate on what your body is telling you."
She closed her eyes. In her mind, she followed his hand's journey
over her body. Each time it traversed the length of her, it came
closer and closer to her breasts and her mound. She felt him lean over
and plant light kisses upon her closed eyes, nose, and chin.
The moist wetness of those kisses seemed to radiate heat. And when
he added his tongue, she couldn't help an involuntary sharp intake of
breath.
His hand now centered on the area between her navel and her mound.
Occasionally it would trespass by gently stroking her silken hair. But
pray as she might, it never ventured further.
She opened her legs wider and raised her hips upward. But his hand
still refused to do more. She moved her hand to his leg and attempted
to follow it to his penis. But his hand left her stomach and gently
forced hers back to the floor. She resigned herself to allowing him to
lead. She laid there, enjoying the pleasant feelings his hand was
causing.
Her entire being was so centered on his hand as it caressed the
tender skin where her thighs joined her groin area, that the touch of
his lips on her nipple caused her to jump. It was as if a heavy
electrical charge had passed between them. Her hand instinctively
reached up to stroke his face. Never breaking the contact his lips
made on her nipple, he again gently, but firmly, pushed her hand back
down on the floor.
She clenched her hands in frustration. She needed to touch
something. She wanted contact with him. She wanted to feel and kiss
his flesh. But he simply carried on as before.
The intensity of the sensations which bombarded her mind and body
was overwhelming. She enjoyed the nice warm feelings she had when she
and Bobby had fooled around. Especially the feelings she had when
Bobby would occasionally place his mouth between her legs and kiss and
suck her there. While the feelings were nice and all, she never did
understand what people saw in all this sex stuff. With Bobby, it
certainly hadn't been anything to get overly excited about.
But this! This was simply undescribable. She never felt like this
before. It was as if every nerve in her body had become super-
sensitive. She swore she should could feel every fiber in the rug
beneath her as they pressed against her burning skin.
Nicky's hand, tracing its lazy eights across her lower stomach, left
a trail of screaming flesh. But that was a mere shadow in comparison
to the feeling her nipple was experiencing under the assault of his
lips.
She felt him enclose her tender nipple between his lips and gently
pull upward until the suction broke, only to return and do it all over
again. She arched her back, forcing her chest upward to obtain greater
contact. But as his hand had done before, so too his lips.
They always seemed to hover just beyond. Swooping down to gently
nibble her flesh, but never really there. A moan of frustration
escaped her lips.
"Please Nicky. I need . . ."
"Shush, little one, all in its time," was his whispered reply.
She lay there, rocking her head from side to side, yearning for his
touch, and wanting so much more. Her entire body felt as if it was on
fire. The places he touched screamed out in pain. It wasn't a hurtful
pain, but still it was pain.
His hand joined his mouth at her breast. A more forceful touch now.
She cried out in need, as his hand gently squeezed her firm flesh, his
tongue flicking across her tender nipple. He took a mouthful of her
into his mouth and sucked hard. This time he met her upward thrust,
and his hand moved to her other breast to knead it as well.
He moved until he was prone above her, his arms and knees supporting
his weight. His mouth moved downward across her stomach. She held her
breath in anticipation of where he would kiss her next. He settled
between her opened legs, his hands gently stroking the tender flesh of
her inner thighs. His mouth lightly took her silken hair between his
lips. He gently pulled, causing the first sensations she felt upon her
vagina.
His hand moved up and parted her vaginal lips as his tongue reached
out, and even more gently, licked the length of her slit. Bringing his
entire mouth to bear, he lavished hot, burning kisses up and down her
tender pink vaginal flesh. His mouth located her clitoris and
vigorously attacked it.
Jeni couldn't believe it. If she had thought the feelings she had
early were intense, this was even more. It was as if he was draining
the life from her. She felt weak and light headed. A strange feeling
seemed to over take her. Her heart raced, and she was finding it
difficult to breathe.
She raised her knees and clamped her thighs tight around his head.
Her hands, no longer able to merely stay at her side, reached out and
grabbed his hair. She could no longer control any part of her body.
She seemed to ebb and flow with his touch.
She called out his name repeatedly in a low sing-song voice. Even
with her eyes wide open, she couldn't see. Her entire soul was held
captive within her center as he sucked it from her.
A warm moist bubble began to grow deep inside her. She didn't
really understand what was happening. But she knew she would die if it
didn't happen soon.
It was as if some muscle deep inside, one she never knew she had,
started to contract. Each convulsion was stronger and harder than the
previous one. Once she was certain she couldn't take much more, the
largest and strongest convulsion broke like a powerful wave crashing
through her entire body. She let out a long, tension relieving scream,
and passed out.
Chapter Seven
She came to several minutes later, her body still basking in the
overload of sensations. Every nerve in her body tingled. It took her
a moment to realize she was alone.
In panic, she looked around for Nicky. She saw him sitting on the
couch, staring at her. He smiled as he said, "Still didn't find out
how sexy that ass was. But the rest sure did taste sweet."
She scrambled to her feet and went to him. Wrapping her arms around
him, she hugged him tightly.
"Oh, Nicky, that was so beautiful. I never felt anything like it
before. But what about you? You must be in pain."
He looked at her and saw that she was serious. He laughed, and
asked, "But why would I be in pain?"
"But Bobby always said he was in pain after we . . ."
"Who's Bobby?"
"Bobby was my boyfriend back home. He . . ."
"Did you and Bobby fool around a lot?"
"We did enough," she said, feeling slightly irritated by his
condescending tone.
"Oh, I bet you did. So you and Bobby made love."
"No. We never actually made love. But we did just about everything
else."
"I bet. But why was Bobby always in pain?"
"Well, he wasn't always in pain. Just sometimes, after we had a
real heavy session. He needed help to relieve his pain. He said that
if guys didn't get off, the pain was unbearable, and they could hurt
themselves."
Nicky started to chuckle. "Shit, I didn't think that old line still
worked anymore. And how did you help him get rid of his pain?"
Jeni was embarrassed. She turned away and mumbled, "I would jerk
him off."
"Don't clam up on me now, Motor Mouth. The convo is finally getting
interesting. What did you say?"
Jeni, still not looking at him, spoke a little louder. "I would
jerk him off."
"Oh? And that did the job?"
"Most of the time. But sometimes, even that wasn't enough."
"And then what would you do?"
"Well, I would . . . Please Nicky, do I have to tell you these
things? I feel so dirty talking about it."
"Look, sweet thing. You know the rules. You never have to answer
any question. I just thought, after what we did, it would be a good
idea to get to know each other better. But, if that's the way you
feel, I don't mind at all."
Nicky got up and headed to the kitchen. Jeni sat there, feeling
uncertain. She did fell uncomfortable talking about things like that.
But Nicky had been so kind to her these past two days.
And he was right. After what they'd done, she shouldn't be
embarrassed talking about things like that. She called out to him.
"Nicky, I'm sorry. Please come back. Don't leave me alone. Please?"
He appeared so quickly that Jeni was surprised. It was as if he had
been standing just out of sight, waiting for her to call. But when she
saw his smile, and his eyes, her suspicions faded. He sat beside her.
He reached over and pulled her tight against him. He stroked her face
and neck as he gazed deeply into her eyes.
"Listen. When I say you don't have to answer, I mean it. I don't
want you to say any more about you and Bobby. Okay?"
Jeni felt so lucky. She sat next to the greatest guy in the world.
There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. And if he wanted to know
about her and Bobby, she'd gladly tell him. She pressed her face
against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"I want to tell you. I really do. I'm sorry I was selfish. But
I'm okay now. What did you want to know?"
Nicky hugged her. He kissed the top of her head. "You were telling
me about when Bobby said a hand job wasn't enough. What would you do
then?"
Jeni realized she really did want to tell Nicky everything.
"I would take his cock in my mouth."
"Oh, and that was enough, his penis in your mouth?"
"No. I would kiss it, and suck it. I would tease it with my
tongue."
"And when he finally came, did you swallow it?"
"Yes."
"What did it taste like. Did you like the taste?"
"It was kind of salty. Can't say I liked it. The only reason I
swallowed it was it was less messy that way."
"What else did you and Bobby do?"
"Nothing really."
"But you said you two did everything short of fucking. Were you
lying to me?"
His eyes went black. Jeni felt a gnawing cold spot deep in her
stomach.
"No, I didn't lie. It was just that your comment before hurt me,
and I was trying to get back . . ."
"Enough, damn it! You're still lying to me. Didn't he ever put his
mouth on your cunt? Did he eat you out? Well?"
Jeni started to sob. She didn't know how to respond. Everything she
said just seemed to make him angrier.
"I asked you a question! First you say you want to tell me
everything. Now you refuse. You lie every chance you get. I thought
I deserved better treatment than that. Get away from me."
He shoved her away. Her mind reeled at his rejection. She tried to
move back against him. He shoved her hard, causing her to tumble to
the floor. He sat glaring down at her. She raised herself to sitting
position, sobs racking her body.
"Please, Nicky, don't treat me like this."
"How would you treat a liar?" he snarled at her. "I hate liars."
"Please Nicky? Okay, he put his mouth between my legs. I didn't
mean to lie, really I didn't."
"And what did he do with his mouth?"
"He would lick and suck me there."
"Where?"
"There, between my legs."
"Where!"
"Here, " she pointed to her mound.
"Say it!"
"My vagina."
Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't understand why Nicky was
being so cruel.
"Say it!"
"My pussy, my cunt, please Nicky!"
"And what did he do to your cunt?"
"He would lick and . . ."
"What?"
"He would eat my cunt."
"And did you like it?"
"No, not real . . ."
"Liar!"
"Yes! Yes, I liked it. But it was nothing like what you . . ."
"I'm suppose to believe that bullshit after all the lies. You make
me sick. You're nothing but a selfish liar. I can't stand the sight
of you."
He stood up and went to his room, leaving her crying. Jeni felt the
cold gnawing in her stomach swell into panic. Nicky said he hated her.
Her Nicky. That thought grew until it was all she could think
about. He hated her. She needed him. He was the only good thing in
her life. He hated her. He was all she had. She had no where else to
go. She had no one else to turn to. He hated her. Whatever it took,
she had to convince him she was worthy of his trust, his love.
She thought of what she would be without him. Nothing. Worthless.
She needed kindness. She needed to feel wanted. He had treated her
nice until now. And all because she lied, had told him half truths.
Her pride had been partly to blame. She had resented his teasing.
She must learn to please him more. She must learn to be whatever he
wanted her to be.
She didn't want to think what life would be without him. She had to
somehow get him to like her again.
"Come in here," Nicky called from the bedroom.
Jeni rushed to Nicky. He was lying on the bed. She stopped halfway
across the room and waited for him to say something. He gazed up at
her, his eyes still black with anger.
"Sit here!" he said, as he motioned to the edge of the bed. She
meekly sat on the bed.
"I've been thinking we both might be better off if you left."
"No! Please Nicky?"
"Quiet! Learn to shut that fucking mouth, for once. I said we
would be better off if you left. I can see nothing but trouble if you
stay."
Again, Jeni started to speak, but a look from him silenced her.
"I said we would be better off. But I also realize you have no
place to go. So, I have decided you can stay here. At least until we
can find you another place."
Jeni wanted to say something, but was too frightened.
"For now, you will confine yourself to the apartment. You will
touch nothing that doesn't belong to you. You can eat when I am not
here. You can use the bathroom when I am not here."
"I expect you to do the housework, the wash, the dishes. Whatever
needs to be done. I do not want to hear your voice unless I ask you a
question. I don't want to see you unless it's unavoidable. If you
accept these terms, fine. If not, you know where the door is. Now go
put some clothes on, and get out of my sight."
Jeni left him, and got dressed. Not knowing what else to do, she
sat on the couch. She was glad he was allowing her to stay. She
didn't know how, but she was sure she could change his feelings toward
her. She had to.
Chapter Eight
For the next two days, she made her presence in the apartment as
small as possible. She stayed in her corner of the living room
whenever he was home. She would quickly eat and wash whenever he left,
for fear that he might not be gone long.
She tried to keep the apartment as clean as possible. She hoped
that he would give her an opening to show how much she appreciated him.
But he didn't even look at her.
One night he came home early. His face was covered in blood, his
nose bleeding profusely. She rushed to help him, but he shoved her
away.
He headed to the bathroom. She followed. He tried to wash the
blood away, but it was obvious he was in a great deal of pain. She
went to him, and taking the washcloth from his hand, had him sit as she
gently dabbed away the blood.
When the bleeding finally stopped, she helped him to bed. She
removed his blood stained clothes, and sat by his side until he fell
asleep.
She realized they hadn't said a word through all this. A feeling of
pride spread over her as she congratulated herself for obeying his rule
against talking.
She stayed at his side through the night as he tossed about. When
he woke, she got him a glass of water and some aspirin. His face was a
mess. His nose was swollen, and his eyes were almost closed. He
groaned as he tried to get out of bed.
She steadied him and helped him walk to the kitchen. "Fix me some
coffee," he said.
Jeni put on the kettle, and when the water finally boiled, fixed the
coffee. Placing a cup in front of him, she waited for him to do or say
something.
Nicky sipped the coffee. He turned slightly and looked up at her.
She realized that she was breaking his rule about staying out of his
sight, and started to leave.
"Wait. Sit down," he ordered.
Jeni, eager for the attention, did as she was told. She continued
to watch him, hoping to find something else she could do.
"Thanks. I'm sure I looked like shit last night. I appreciate the
help."
Jeni's heart swelled at his words. This was the most he had said to
her in days.
"I guess I owe you some kind of explanation."
Jeni was about to protest that he didn't owe her anything, that it
was she who owed him. But she realized he hadn't asked her, and she
wasn't to speak otherwise. So she shrugged her shoulders instead.
Nicky saw this internal conflict and attempted to smile. But
instead he winced at the resultant pain.
"Obviously, I got the shit beat out of me. I got into a rather
heavy card game. I should have known better. But hey, it's too late
to hash it out now. Anyhow, I was losing real bad and ran out of
money."
"But I had this unbelievable hand, and just had to stay in the game.
To make a long story short, I lost, and when they found out I couldn't
pay, they decided to rearrange my face. To make matters worse, they
gave me until Friday to make up the short fall."
Jeni didn't understand. Nicky always had tons of money.
Nicky, seeing the questioning look, said, "Okay, what's on your
mind?"
Jeni, startled by being asked to speak, started to stammer.
"Come on, Motor Mouth, not today, okay?"
Jeni pulled her thoughts together and said, "Sorry Nicky. But you
always have money. Can't you just get some more from wherever you
normally get it?"
"Ah, life should be that simple. I've had some problems lately with
my normal source of cash. Several of the girls . . . er . . . my
employees, have had run-ins with the cops, and others are sick. The
rent is due on this place, and my car loan too."
"I'm having what they call a cash flow problem. There's no way I
can come up with the cash by Friday. I could skip town. But I have
too much going on right now to throw it all away like that. I'm really
not sure how I'm going to raise the money in time."
Jeni hated seeing Nicky like this. She reached out and held his
hand, hoping that she could somehow take his pain.
"How much do you need?" she asked.
"It isn't that much really, only five grand. But I've other
expenses coming due soon, too. If I don't pay certain expenses related
to my . . . er . . . employees' problems, they won't be able to bring
in any money. I just need time. Damn! Why does everything happen all
at once?"
Jeni watched Nicky. She wished there was something she could do to
help. She thought if she could, she might win back his affection. She
said as much to him, and was rewarded by his suddenly brightening.
"Hey, maybe you have something there. Naw, that's no good."
Her heart sank as she saw him scowl.
"But Nicky, there must be something I can do. I want to help. I
owe you. Please, can't you think of something?"
Nicky seemed deep in thought. "Well, there is one thing I know of.
But you couldn't do it. And besides, I have no right to ask."
Jeni's heart leapt at the possibility that she could help. She
wanted to show him how much he meant to her. "Please Nicky, let me. I
know I can do it. Really!"
"Okay, if you really think so. You could always dance at the club
we went to the other night." Seeing the look of horror on her face, he
said, "See! I told you, you couldn't do it. Forget it. I'll just
have to take whatever happens. I think you better start looking for a
place to stay after Friday. I've a few bucks left you can have."
"No! If I have to do it, I will. I want to do it, for you. I
can't bear the thought of not being with you. When would I have to
start?"
"You don't know the first thing about dancing. And then there's the
problem of convincing Mixer to let you. He does owe me a favor or two.
Maybe it might just work out. Let me give him a call and see what we
can set up."
Nicky went to phone. Jeni was frightened by what she had agreed to
do.
Nicky was right. What did she know about being a nude dancer? But
she wanted to prove herself to him. Hell, the girl she'd seen at the
club wasn't that great a dancer anyhow. She knew she could dance
better than that. And she also knew that she was prettier. And if it
meant Nicky would like her again, she'd do almost anything.
Nicky called her, and she ran to the living room.
"Mixer ain't too happy about it. But he's agreed to meet us at the
club later. Now we've got about two hours to turn you into a stripper.
Go turn on the music. Take off your clothes, and stand in the center
of the room."
Jeni did as she was instructed.
"The first thing you need to remember is it ain't the dancing the
suckers come to see. So don't try to be like Paula Abdul. Just wiggle
what you got. Be sexy. Show them what a sexy ass you have."
He said she had a sexy ass. He was starting to like her again.
She danced for almost an hour, Nicky constantly correcting her. She
tried hard to pay attention to his suggestions.
"Play more with your tits. They love it when you kiss and stroke
them like that. Yeah that's right, play with your nipples too. Yeah
like that. Just imagine it's your lover doing it. Never lose eye
contact with the audience."
"The guys really hate it when you appear too snotty, too good for
them. You have to play them like they were the sexiest bunch of cocks
in the world. Give them lots of ass shots. Yeah, like that."
"Now run your hands through your legs like you were rubbing
yourself. That's it. Damn! You do have a sexy ass. Remember to
tease. Don't do the same thing all the time. Come here a minute, will
you?"
Jeni moved closer, and Nicky grabbed her. He pulled her down on the
couch and his hands started kneading her breasts. His mouth attacked
hers hungrily.
She returned the kiss with equal passion. His hands moved to her
vagina. She squirmed as he stroked her clitoris. She felt the heat
building, and enjoyed the sensation. Nicky was again hers. And this
time she'd make sure that she did nothing, ever again, to make him go
away.
"Shit! Look at the time. We still have to pick out something for
you to wear. Get me those clothes we bought the other day. Let's see
if they're any good."
Jeni nearly cried out when he broke contact, her body rebelling at
the loss of his touch. But she did as he asked. They searched through
the pile, and he pulled out a red spandex mini skirt.
"This might not be too bad. Here, put it on. Shorten it some more
by rolling up the waistband. That's it. Now, what can you wear under
it. Damn, none of these are right. Well, wear nothing. Those suckers
like bare pussy better anyways. We'll have to get you some new things
later, after you bring home some money. Now for a top. Hey, go get
the scissors out of the drawer in the kitchen."
When she returned with the scissors, he was holding a red camisole.
He took the scissors and cut it to half its length. She put it on. It
was still too long so he cut it shorter. It just covered her breasts,
but allowed their plump undersides to show.
He told her to get some rubber bands out of the same drawer she had
found the scissors. When she returned to the living room, he was gone.
She called his name.
"In here," came his reply from the bedroom. He was waiting by his
dresser with make-up. He instructed her to put it on heavier than the
last time. "This time, I want you to look like a whore. In the dim
lights, you need stronger colors."
He helped her to get it just right. She didn't recognize herself
when she looked in the mirror. The last time she had looked older,
more mature. This time she looked like a whore. She felt shame at her
appearance, and wondered if she was doing the right thing.
But when she glanced at Nicky, and saw how excited he looked, she
scolded herself for such thoughts. He used the rubber bands to tie up
her hair. She went to get her boots. But when she put them on, Nicky
said, "They won't do on stage. You better go barefooted until we can
get you something else to wear. Come on, we don't want to be late
meeting Mixer."
Chapter Nine
Arriving at the club, Jeni noticed how run down the building looked
in the daylight. The front door was locked. They went around back,
and knocked on the door. The door immediately opened. Again, Jeni was
taken back by Mixer's immense size.
He led them through the empty club to an office. Closing the door
once they entered, he sat behind a desk whcih was dwarfed by his size.
"So this little one is gonna take up dancing? I ain't too keen on
this idea of yours, Nicky. I could lose my license if it was
discovered she was under age."
"Hey, don't bullshit me, Mixer. Half the girls dancing here are
under age. And take a good look at her, she's a lot prettier than some
of the dogs you have here."
"Shit, who you kiddin'. They may be dogs, but they know how to
hustle a crowd. This cunt looks like she's still a cherry. Hey sweet
thing, you ever fuck anything but your finger?"
Nicky squeezed her arm before she said anything. She remained
silent.
"Look Mixer, I need this favor. Besides, you owe me a couple. Let
the girl dance, okay?"
"I'll tell you the deal. She can dance the next three nights. The
early part of the week is always slow, and I won't lose too much
business if she bombs."
"Thanks, Mixer, you won't regret it, I promise."
"Hold on, I ain't done yet. She works for dance money only and
double shifts. No pay. And I get her drink money and tips."
"Fuck man. That's shit. You can't do that."
"Sure can. If she does okay, she can work the weekend, but at the
same pay scale. Take it or leave it. Makes no difference to me."
"Damn Mixer, you're robbing me. I can't get money that way."
"Oh, you need money, do you? How much?"
"More than you'd want to know. Shit Mixer. At least let her keep
the drink money too."
"Shit yourself, man. We're sitting here talking like she's worth
something. Let her show me what she can do."
Nicky motioned Jeni to get up. She stood by the door and waited.
"What the fuck you standing there for, girl?" asked Mixer.
"Well, I . . . er . . . was waiting for . . . er . . . the music,"
replied Jeni, timidly.
"Fuck girl! Either you can move or you can't. Don't need no
fucking music for that. I dunno, Nicky, she's pretty green."
"Hey, give her a break. You'll see. Once she starts moving, your
tongue'll be hanging down to your knees. Come on Jeni, show this shit-
face what you can do."
She started to dance. At first it felt awkward, but soon it came
more naturally.
"I ain't paying for a fashion show, let's see some skin. I ain't
feeling hot about this idea, Nicky. Maybe you should pay me for
training the cunt instead."
Jeni glanced at Nicky, and saw he was getting angry. She quickly
removed her top, and started playing with her breasts. Nicky was still
scowling. She pushed down her skirt, and stepped out of it. Bending
over, she gave Mixer a shot of her ass. She ran her hands between her
legs, and wiggled her hips. Remembering what she had seen that dancer
do the other night, she stuck a finger in her vagina and moved it in
and out.
Looking at Nicky, she saw him smile. She knew she had done right.
Slowly straightening, she turned around to face Mixer. She continued
to stroke her vagina with one hand while she teased her nipples with
the other.
"Well, maybe she'll do. How much you need, Nicky?"
"Five grand by Friday."
"Shit man, she ain't gonna make that type of money in five days."
"I know. I was hoping you'd advance it once you saw how good she
is."
"She ain't that good. She'd have to work better than a month of
double shifts, seven days a week to pull in that kind of bread. And
besides, I don't loan money for free. Now if she's willing to work the
back wall a bit, maybe we could shorten the time. But I'd still expect
double my money back. Whether she works out, or not."
Jeni didn't like what Mixer was saying. She wasn't sure what this
extra duty was. But somehow she knew she wouldn't like it.
Nicky looked at Jeni. "The back wall? You're crazy. You said
yourself she's green. Can you imagine the trouble if she started to
freak out? No! No back wall. And don't worry about getting your
money. You know I'm good for it."
"I don't know fuck all, man. If you were good for the money, you
wouldn't be here, trying to stick it to me. I don't think we have a
deal. Still ain't sweet enough for me. Now maybe if you leave her
with me for a few nights."
Jeni thought Nicky would explode. He jumped up, and charged Mixer.
Mixer stood and waited for him.
"Listen you big fat lump of shit. You don't touch her, you hear?
I'll kill you if you do. You want someone for a few nights? Take
Laurie."
"Laurie? Who you kidding? You know she's out of commission for at
least two weeks. Someday, I hope she learns to stay away from the
rough trade."
"Hey, she ain't no worse than spending the night with you that time.
And she should be back on her feet in another week. Doctor said it's
only a sprain. Tell you what. You let Jeni work for dance and drink
money, single shifts, and you can have Laurie for a week. That's if
you loan me all the money at no charge. All five grand by Friday."
Mixer sat down. His gaze on Jeni sent shivers down her spine.
"Laurie, eh? For a whole week?" Mixer smiled. "I think we finally
have a deal. I'll have the money by Friday. You make sure Laurie and
this cunt are here, by six tonight."
"But Laurie's still laid up."
"Shit, she can still do me on her back. That's the deal. Either be
here tonight with both girls, or fuck off. You! Come here," he said
to Jeni.
She stopped dancing, and went to him. He reached out and roughly
squeezed her breast with his giant hand. "I hope your boyfriend has
further expenses. I'd love to have you for a week too."
Nicky said, "Remember our deal includes you keeping your fucking
hands off this one. Get your kicks with Laurie. Just make sure you
have the money by Friday. Come on, Jeni. Grab your clothes and let's
get out of here."
Jeni couldn't move away from Mixer fast enough. She grabbed her
clothes, and quickly followed Nicky from the office. She pulled on her
skirt and top and ran from the building.
Chapter Ten
Nicky was in the car when she got there. As she got in, he gave her
a great big hug.
"We did it, sweet thing. You were great. That part where you stuck
your finger up your cunt, I thought he'd have a goddamn heart attack.
Damn, I feel good. I think I might just pull it off yet. Only problem
will be Laurie. I'd better get that over with now. You don't mind if
we make a stop on the way home, do you?"
Jeni had never seen him this excited. She felt excited, too. "No,
Nicky, whatever you want."
She was feeling high. Her Nicky was pleased with her. She'd
finally done something he was proud of. She moved closer to him. He
put an arm around her, and absentmindedly played with her breast.
As she sat there, the realization of what she had done, and what she
would have to do that night, came to her.
"Nicky, do I really have to dance there for a month or longer?"
"Hey, don't sweat it. It all depends on how good you are at getting
those suckers to part with their money. Hell, if you do as good as you
did with Mixer, you should be out of there in three or four weeks tops.
Don't worry, I'll be there, most of the time, to keep an eye on you."
"Nicky, I'm not sure I can . . ."
"Hey, don't back out on me now. I'm almost home free."
She felt him tense. He started to pull his arm away from her. "Oh
my god," she thought, "I've done it again."
Holding tightly to his arm, she said, "It's okay, Nicky. I can do
it. For you, I'd do anything. Don't worry, I won't let you down."
He kissed her. "That's my baby. I knew I could count on you."
Jeni thought, "No matter what, I have to do this. Even if it means
working there for two months. As long as my Nicky is happy."
Something still bothered her. She gathered up her nerve and asked,
"What's the back wall?"
"Ain't nothing you have to worry about."
"I know, but I'm curious."
"Well, if you really want to know. Okay. Listen. Normally a
dancer works for a small salary plus tips and dance money. They get
five per dance, normally. They also get so much for each drink they
sell."
"Some of the bigger clubs downtown charge ten. But out in the
sticks it's only five. Now some of the rougher clubs have what they
call touchy-feely dances. You get about twenty, maybe twenty-five, for
one of those."
"Touchy feely? What's that?"
"What do you think it is, silly? The john gets to touch and feel
you while you dance for him. There are some restrictions. He can't
stick anything in you. He has to keep his prick in his pants. But
other than that, just about anything goes."
"What do you mean just about anything?"
"He can put his hands and his mouth anywhere on your body, sweet
thing."
Jeni felt her stomach turn at the thought of some creep running his
hands and mouth over her body. She leaned over and kissed Nicky.
"Hey! What's that for?"
"That was for standing up to Mixer when he suggested that I do that
horrible thing."
"No big thing. Ain't no one gonna do that to you until I've had my
fill of you. And I've got a bottomless appetite." He reached down and
pushed up her skirt. He ran his fingers along her vagina.
Jeni reacted to his touch by spreading her legs wider.
"God, you're a horny little bitch. And I love horny bitches with
sexy asses."
Jeni leaned back, happy to feel the warmth between her legs, and
happy that Nicky was pleased with her.
Nicky pulled in front of an apartment building. He said, "I think
it might be better if you came up with me."
Jeni readily agreed. They entered the building and went up to one
of the apartments. Nicky used a key to unlock the door.
Knocking on the door as he opened it, he called out, "Laurie? It's
okay. It's only me, Nicky."
A girl ran toward them. She had one arm in a sling. Jeni
recognized her as one of the girls from the club the other night.
"Oh Nicky, I thought you'd never get here. Did you bring the stuff?
What the fuck is she doing here?" snapped Laurie, noticing Jeni for the
first time.
"She's with me. And yes I have it. But we have to talk first."
"But Nicky, I need it now. I'm going crazy. We can talk later.
Just give it to me."
"We'll talk now! Get us something to drink."
The girl appeared frightened, nervous. Jeni wasn't sure what was
wrong, but Laurie didn't let up. Stepping closer to Nicky, and rubbing
her body against his, Laurie wrapped her good arm around his shoulders.
"Come on, Nicky. Just give me the shit, and I'll do you good. You
know how you like me to . . ."
"Can it! Go get the drinks. Or, I'll simply flush the shit. Now
move it!"
Laurie's eyes opened wide with fear. "No! Please Nicky. I'll get
the drinks. Don't do that to me again. I'm hurting, Nicky, I need it
bad. Look I'm going now. I'll be back real quick too. Just don't do
anything. Okay Nicky?"
She ran to what Jeni assumed was the kitchen.
Nicky led Jeni into the living room. He motioned her to sit next to
him. He wrapped an arm tightly around her and pressed his lips against
hers. Jeni responded by opening her mouth to take in his tongue.
His hands moved to her legs and pushed up her skirt. He stroked her
bare vagina as his tongue probed her mouth. Jeni's world narrowed to
what Nicky's hands were doing to her. It took her a moment to realize
that Laurie was standing in front of them, holding a tray with some
drinks on it.
Laurie looked pale. Jeni noticed that she was shaking terribly.
Nicky also saw Laurie standing there. Taking his mouth from Jeni's, he
said, "Put the damn drinks down somewhere and bring us one."
Laurie put down the tray, and brought Nicky his drink. He indicated
that she should give it to Jeni. Jeni, taking the glass from the girl,
thanked her. Laurie quickly got Nicky a drink, and stood there waiting
for Nicky to say something.
"How's the arm?" he asked.
"A lot better, thanks," Laurie replied, a bit timidly.
"It could have been worse. That had to be the stupidest thing
you've ever done. I should break your other arm for even trying to
free lance like that."
"But Nicky, I needed the money. Dancing doesn't pay enough. And
you keep telling me I ain't ready to . . ."
"Needed the money? You mean you needed the shit. Well don't worry.
I've fixed it so you'll get all the shit your nose can handle. At
least for the next week."
"Oh Nicky, you did? I love you."
Laurie threw her arm around him, and kissed him.
"Don't get all worked up," he said, pushing her away. "You ain't
heard how you're going to earn it."
Eyeing Nicky suspiciously, Laurie waited for him to continue.
"Mixer," was all Nicky said.
Jeni couldn't believe the look of fear that filled the girl's face.
"No! Nicky, please! Anything but him. I'll do anything else you
want. Just don't let him near me. Not again. Please Nicky?" Laurie
started to cry.
"You should have thought about that before you tried to turn tricks
on your own. Hell, I only know about the john that got rough. How
much money did you cheat me out of, before him? How many others have
there been? And now I'm in a squeeze. Partly due to you. So don't
give me that shit."
"You'll do what I want, or you'll find your fucking ass out on the
street. And who'll protect it from apes like Mixer then. At least
this way, you get all the shit you can stick up your fucking nose.
And, I get out from under."
"By the way, Jeni here will be taking your place at the club, until
you can do it again. And maybe after a week with Mixer, you'll be
ready for something else. Come here, I've something for you."
Nicky reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small plastic bag.
Jeni couldn't see what it was, but Laurie's reaction was startling.
Her whole face brightened. There was a starved look about her. She
practically crawled on her knees to Nicky, her hand outstretched to
take the bag from him. But before she could do so, Nicky raised it out
of her reach.
"Still don't want to spend some fun times with Mixer?"
"Come on Nicky, don't tease. I hurt. Give it to me."
"I asked you a question. What do you say?"
"Okay, yes I'll stay with him. Just give me the stuff, please
Nicky?"
"Gee, I don't know. I hate to think that you'd be doing something
you didn't like. Maybe we should just forget it. I'll tell Mixer that
you ain't interested."
Laurie tried to reach the bag in Nicky's hand. "No! I want to stay
with him. Please, Nicky. I need it bad."
Nicky laughed as he pushed her to the floor. "Damn right you'll
stay with him. And you'll do whatever he says. You'll beg to do it.
You're going to kill yourself with this shit someday. And then you
won't be worth shit to me. Here take it," he said, throwing it on the
floor in front of her. "Get the fuck out of my sight."
Laurie scrambled to pick up the packet, and then ran from the room.
Jeni wasn't sure what exactly had been going on, but whatever was in
that bag, Laurie really seemed to need it bad.
Nicky turned to her, his eyes flashing in anger. "If I ever catch
you using that shit, I'll break both your fucking legs."
Jeni was frightened. She didn't know why he was angry. "I won't
ever do it. Really Nicky. I don't even know what it is."
Nicky saw the look of confused fear on her face. Caressing her
cheek, he said, "I wonder just how long you'll remain this innocent.
Someday you'll have to grow up. I wonder if I'll regret it as much as
I think I will. Come here and kiss me, sweet thing."
Jeni offered him her mouth. He raised his hands and grabbed her
head, forcing her lips hard against his. She squirmed in discomfort,
fighting his harsh treatment. But he was not to be put off.
Still holding her head with one hand, his other moved to her breast,
roughly squeezing her flesh. She pushed against him with both hands,
trying to break away, but his strength was greater than hers. Her lips
felt bruised as his teeth ground against her. She tried to speak, but
only a muffled sound escaped.
Finally, he let her go. She had been pushing against him so hard
that she almost tumbled backward. He sat there and laughed. Fear
filled her at his strange behavior.
"Please Nicky, you were hurting me. You don't have to be so rough.
I like it better when you're gentle."
He stopped laughing and glared at her. "You'll like it any way I
want it. Come here and kiss me."
She didn't know how to take him. He had never been like this
before. He seemed to enjoy her pain and discomfort. She didn't want
him getting mad at her. But she didn't want this either.
She watched as his eyes darkened. She realized that she had to do
something but didn't know how he would react. Jeni stood up and moved
away from him.
"I'm serious, Nicky. I don't like it when you treat me like that.
I'm not something you can abuse. I have feelings too, you know. I
like it when you're sweet and gentle. But I hate it when you're cruel.
I am not going to kiss you if you're going to hurt me again."
She stood there defiantly, waiting for him to do something. But at
the same time, she was frightened by what he might do.
Nicky seemed to flinch under her verbal attack. He sat there, his
mouth hanging open, surprised at her reaction. "Hey, it's cool. Don't
get all worked up." He got up from the couch. "I'll just get us
something more to drink. You relax, and I'll be right back."
Jeni could feel the tension leave her body as Nicky smiled. She
went to sit down. Just as Nicky passed her, she felt a hand grab her
throat. He grabbed her arm and twisted it. She thought he would break
it. He forced her to the couch, bending her nearly in half as he
pushed her face hard against the cushions.
"If you ever talk back to me like that again, I'll beat the shit out
of you until you can't move. And then I'll throw you naked on the
street. I've given you everything you have, including the fucking
clothes on your back. Who the fuck do you think you are, you stupid
cunt. I don't have to put up with shit like that. Now do you think
you'll be good?"
Jeni couldn't answer with her face pressed against the cushions.
Somehow she knew that if she offered any resistance, it would only make
him angrier. So she let her body go limp and simply lay there, waiting
for whatever he would do next.
Nicky let up on the pressure slowly. She didn't dare move. She was
sure he could smell her fear. A hand touched her shoulder and gently
lifted her up. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him.
"I'm sorry Jeni, really I am. I guess I'm just pissed off at
Laurie, and took it out on you. I didn't mean any of those nasty
things I said to you. Really I didn't. Can you forgive me, please?
Come on, can't have my motor mouth so quiet."
Jeni looked into his face. She couldn't believe the sincerity, and
look of hurt, she saw there. She thought she was going crazy. Just a
few moments ago, he had been like a maniac, a look of pure hatred on
his face.
But now, there was a tenderness that almost made her heart cry out
for him. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but she
couldn't let him go on hurting like that. She leaned over and offered
him her mouth. He, as if afraid to hurt her, just barely brushed his
lips across hers. She responded by timidly sticking out her tongue to
lick his lips.
His tongue met hers and they played tag with each other. His hands
moved to her neck, and she involuntarily flinched. He held her firmly
but gently. His mouth moved closer as his tongue entered hers. Jeni
wrapped her arms around him. She no longer thought about his strange
behavior, happy again to have her tender lover back.
His hands moved to caress her back. Enjoying the pleasant feelings
his mouth and hands were sending through her body, she melted into his
embrace. She shivered with delight as one of his hands moved to her
thighs, and the other softly brushed her nipples.
Her breath caught in her throat as his hand contacted her clitoris.
She widened her legs to allow him better access. His mouth moved from
her lips to her breasts, sucking and licking her tender flesh.
Laying her head back against the couch, she closed her eyes, and
allowed the on rushing sensations to take over. Again his touch was
driving her beyond anything she had ever experienced.
Her thoughts turned back to the time he first touched her like this.
The memory of that pleasure only seemed to increase the feelings she
was now enjoying. She heard herself moan in response to his attention.
Oblivious to everything else, she allowed herself to be swallowed up in
the feelings.
Chapter Eleven
"Hey, why didn't someone say we were having a party? I'm
practically coming as it is. Shit, I wouldn't have been so long if I
knew what you two were up to."
Jeni, for a brief moment, wondered who was speaking. Then the
realization hit her. Her eyes flew open in panic.
Standing in front of her was Laurie. Jeni tried to push Nicky's
face from her breast, and pull down her top. Her legs closed tightly
on his hand as she tried to push down her skirt.
Laurie leered at them, as she tried to remove her T-shirt with one
hand. Jeni was horrified. Here she was acting like a whore. Enjoying
Nicky's touch while someone stood there watching. What must Laurie
think of her? How was she ever going to live this down? Jeni just
wanted to crawl somewhere and die.
Nicky trapped one of Jeni's legs with his. He pushed her other leg
apart with one hand as he continued to stroke her vagina with the
other. Laurie sat on the other side of Jeni and, leaning across Jeni,
kissed Nicky.
Nicky slipped his hand up Laurie's shirt to caress her breasts.
Jeni sat between them, too embarrassed to move. She wished that Nicky
would take his hand from her vagina. She was surprised to feel a
twinge of jealousy as she watched them kiss.
That was her Nicky. Where did this obvious slut get off making out
with her man? And right in front of her, besides.
"Here, help me with this fucking top, will you?" asked Laurie when
they finally broke the kiss. "Does she taste as sweet as she looks?"
"Sweeter," was Nicky's reply as he helped remove Laurie's top. His
mouth went to Laurie's breast as soon as it was uncovered.
"Then I guess I'll have me a taste," said Laurie as she lowered her
head to take Jeni's breast in her mouth.
Jeni froze at the touch of Laurie's mouth on her flesh. She tried
to move away, but was trapped tightly between the two. She couldn't
even move her arms as the two bodies pressed tightly against her.
"No! Don't! Get away from me. I'm not that type of girl. Please
Nicky. Make her stop! Please let me go! Please!"
Nicky looked at Jeni, and then pushed Laurie's face from Jeni's
breast.
"Hey, don't stop me now, I'm just getting started. She does taste
awfully sweet at that."
"Fuck off, Laurie. Give the kid a break. If you really want
something sweet, suck on this." Nicky grabbed his crotch.
"I knew you couldn't get by without me. You always said that no one
did you like me. Admit it, I've got the best mouth around. Come on,
tell me how bad you want it."
"Yeah, you're right. You were only good for one thing," he replied.
He laughed as Laurie knelt in front of him. Jeni was relieved that
Laurie wasn't touching her any longer. She was both scandalized, and
curious, by the interplay between these people.
It was obvious that this was a game they had played many times. As
Laurie knelt in front of Nicky, he took his hand from Jeni and spread
his legs wide.
Laurie tried to unbuckle his belt, but with only one hand, she
wasn't having much success.
"Come on Nicky, give me a hand, will you?"
"Hey, you're the one who wants a taste. Me, I'm just here for the
ride."
"Oh fuck you, you bastard. Hey you, girlie, what's your name again?
Jeni? Well don't just sit there. Help me."
Jeni hesitantly reached out and undid Nicky's belt.
"Yeah, that's it. Now push down his pants. Hey, come on, he ain't
gonna bite. Well, at least not yet. Yeah, that's better. Now his
shorts. Come on Nicky, lift your fucking ass. Here we're doing all
the work, and you're going to get all the fun. If you ain't careful, I
may just bite the little bastard clean off."
Nicky raised himself to allow Jeni to lower his shorts. Jeni felt
the excitement build within her. At last she was going to see his
manhood.
But when she finally caught a glimpse, she was disappointed at the
sight of his limp penis. He didn't appear to be much different from
Bobby. Maybe a little thicker around, but certainly not any bigger.
Jeni watched as Laurie gently started to pull on his penis. Her
tongue teased the tip as her lips kissed it. Laurie moved her mouth
down along the underside until she reached his testicles. She licked
them. She then took one into her mouth, and gently sucked on it.
Jeni did a double take as she watched Nicky's penis inflate. She
couldn't believe how rapidly it grew. And the size! "My God," she
thought. "He's enormous. How could anyone be that big?" She found
herself reaching out to touch it.
"Fuck off, bitch," snarled Laurie as she pushed Jeni's hand away.
"It's mine! If he has anything left after I finish with it, maybe
then. If I don't want it any more."
Jeni was shaken by the viciousness in Laurie's voice. She was sure
the girl would have hit her if she hadn't moved her hand.
Nicky said to Jeni, "She gets bitchy when it comes to cocks. But
afterward, she's really quite the pussy."
Laurie let out a sharp laugh, and snapped back, "It's my pussy that
needs this little fucker."
"Yeah, but not until he has been properly pampered. So how about
using that mouth for something else besides yakking. You're starting
to sound like motor mouth here. Besides, the poor thing is starting to
feel cold."
Laurie smiled and took him into her mouth.
Jeni couldn't believe it. The girl seemed to swallow him whole.
She didn't think that anyone could have done that. Watching Laurie,
Jeni realized that she had a lot to learn when it came to sucking off a
man.
She could see by Nicky's face that he was really turned on by what
Laurie was doing. He pulled Jeni closer. He kissed her, his tongue
delving deep into her mouth. His hands moved again to her breasts to
stroke and caress them. She wanted to see what Laurie was doing, and
managed to turn her head just enough to do so.
She marvelled at how Laurie seemed to move up and down his shaft,
her teeth just barely scraping his flesh. Then she would lash the
entire length of his erect member with her tongue. Her hands moved
between milking his shaft, and gently playing with his testicles.
Nicky moved one hand to the top of Laurie's head. Entwining his
fingers on her hair, he moved her head like a yo-yo. His hips lifted
upwards to allow him to more deeply penetrate her mouth.
Laurie pushed herself away from him until she had just the tip
within her mouth. Again using her teeth, she rotated her mouth from
left to right, roughing the tender flesh just below the head as she
attacked the tip within with her tongue.
Nicky broke his kiss with Jeni and moaned, "God, that feels good.
I'm just about there. Just a little more."
"What?" demanded Laurie, raising her head from his lap. "What about
me? You can't do this to me, Nicky. I ain't had a chance yet."
She quickly rose to her feet, tearing at her pants. Finally free of
them, she straddled his waist, forcing herself upon his shaft. Cursing
and pleading with him to hold on a bit more, she frantically rode him.
Jeni could hear the force of her efforts as the two bodies slapped
against one another.
"Come on, Nicky, just a bit more. Don't leave me like this. I need
it too. Please Nicky, don't."
Jeni sat there, transfixed, watching Nicky's erect penis, slipping
in and out of Laurie's dripping slit. Nicky inhaled deeply as his body
went rigid.
"Sorry, sweet thing, but I think I'm losing it." He let out a loud
moan as his hands went to Laurie's hips. He thrusted upward, trying to
insert himself deeper in her. Laurie continued cursing him.
"You bastard. Just a little more. Come on Nicky, I'm not there
yet."
It was as if someone had deflated a balloon. Nicky exhaled slowly,
as the stiffness left his body.
Laurie continued to ride him frantically. But soon his penis,
having gone limp, slipped from her. She started to hit him in
frustration. "Damn you, Nicky! Just a bit more would have been all I
needed." She pounded his chest and face. Nicky let out a roar of pain
as Laurie struck his still tender nose. He lifted her from him,
throwing her to the floor.
"You fucking bitch, I'll kill you!"
Laurie, lying on the floor, continued to curse him. Her hand went
to her vagina in attempt to recover the feeling she craved. She cried
out for someone to help her.
Jeni, thinking she was in pain, jumped up from the couch and went to
the poor girl. She reached out to comfort her only to have her hand
grabbed and drawn to Laurie's vagina. Horrified by the thought, Jeni
moved away. She watched as Laurie frantically stroked her own vagina.
She looked to Nicky, not knowing what to do.
Nicky was pulling on his pants,as he watched Laurie writhing on the
floor. "Come on Jeni. Don't let her suffer like that. Get down and
eat her."
Jeni looked at him as if he was crazy. She couldn't do that. That
was sick. She shook her head, wishing she could just leave this mad
house.
"Are you telling me no? I don't think that's very nice. I ask you
to do me a simple favor, and this is how you react? You, who said you
would do anything for me? Wanted to do anything for me. All I had to
do was ask?"
Jeni didn't like the tone of his voice. It had an edge to it that
frightened her. She remembered how he had gone berserk earlier, and
didn't want that again. But she really didn't know what to do for the
girl below her.
Nicky walked toward her and, taking her arm, led her back to Laurie.
His hand moved to the back of her neck and firmly forced her to her
knees.
Laurie, watching what was going on, spread her legs wider. "Oh
yeah, that's what I need. Eat me good. Here, let me feel your mouth,
right here."
Jeni was paralysed with fear. She didn't want to do what was being
asked of her. The thought sickened her. It was perverted. Only
queers did that. But she was afraid of what Nicky might do to her if
she didn't.
"Please Nicky. I don't want to do this. I don't even know what to
do. Don't make me do this."
"So this is how you thank me? I take you in, clothe and feed you.
Give you a place to stay. Treat you decently, and you do this? I've
never asked you to do anything for me. Have I?"
"Not really. But I am helping you by going to the club."
Nicky's eyes flashed in anger, as he reached out and grabbed her
face. "Did I ask you to do that? Didn't I say that I didn't think you
should do it. And wasn't it you who begged me to let you? Well didn't
you?"
He was hurting her. Jeni quickly replied, "Yes, I did. It was me,
not you. You're right Nicky. Please don't hurt me again."
He seemed to calm down with her admission. His grip turned to a
gentle caress. "Well, okay. I'm glad you remembered who did what. So
now I'm asking. I'm asking you to repay some of the kindness you've
received by showing a little kindness to Laurie. Are you going to
refuse me?"
Jeni's thoughts were in a turmoil. Everything he said was true.
But it was as if he somehow twisted them. She did owe him. He had
been kind to her. And she did want to repay him. But this? Nicky
continued to watch her, waiting for a reply. With a sigh of
resignation, she decided she'd do it.
"But, Nicky, I'm not sure what to do."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. Just do what feels natural. You know
what you liked when I did you. Do the same to her. You'll know if
you're doing it right. Now come on, get on with it. And don't worry,
I'll be right here watching, making sure that you do a good job."
Jeni bent her head between Laurie's legs. Her nose was assailed by
a strong pungent odor. She raised her head to get away from it.
Nicky's hand pressed her back between Laurie's legs. Laurie reached
out, and grabbing Jeni by the hair, pulled her closer.
"Damn it, do me now. Come on, what are you waiting for."
Jeni tried to hold her breath as she pressed her mouth against
Laurie's vagina. The girl beneath her stiffened at the first contact
and let out a low moan.
Jeni moved her mouth up and down the warm wet slit. Still feeling
uncertain, she allowed her tongue to lick it. Thinking of a dog
licking the final bits of food from his plate, she imitated the motion.
Taking long slow strokes, she licked the entire length.
Laurie spread her vaginal lips wider to allow better contact of the
tender inner flesh with Jeni's tongue. Jeni, no longer able to hold
her breath, found herself inhaling Laurie's strong odor. She realized
that it wasn't so sickening as it was musky.
She thought back to how Bobby used to complain about how she stank
whenever she had been able to get him to go down on her. She realized
now what he had been talking about. But she found that the scent
really wasn't all that offensive, and soon, no longer found it
distracting.
She marvelled at the silken texture of the flesh beneath her mouth.
And the taste. She wasn't quite sure how to describe it.
Actually she found that there were two different tastes. There was
the thick sweet taste everywhere but near the bottom. There it was
more salty, slightly sour. The second taste seemed somewhat familiar.
It took her a moment but she finally realized it tasted like Bobby's
cum.
The thought that it was Nicky's hit her. She was here between
Laurie's legs, sucking out Nicky's cum. She felt a certain excitement
at this thought. Her tongue eagerly searched out his essence. She
didn't realize how much she was tormenting Laurie with her efforts.
"Damn, her tongue is driving me crazy. And she said she didn't have
any idea what to do," Laurie said to Nicky. "Move your mouth up a
little bit, will you honey? Do that to my clit. That's where I want
it. And stick your fingers in me, and fuck me good. You're driving me
crazy with your teasing."
Jeni reluctantly moved her mouth upward, searching for Laurie's
clit. She continued to tongue the soft flesh, flicking her tongue
rapidly across it as she remembered Nicky doing to her. She was
rewarded by Laurie's moans.
Tentatively, she inserted a finger into the gaping vagina while her
tongue continued to lick the pulsating clitoris. She didn't stop her
attention to Laurie even when she felt Nicky's hand on her breast.
She moved her finger slowly in and out of Laurie's wet vagina, and
pressed her breast tight against Nicky's groping hand. She felt a
shiver race through her as his other hand broadly stroked her own
vagina. She raised her buttocks, and opened her legs wider to allow
him easier access.
Nicky leaned over and whispered in her ear, "She'll never get off
with just your finger. Make a fist."
Jeni didn't understand as she raised her head from between Laurie's
legs. He took his hand from her breast and reaching for hers, formed
it into a fist. He pressed it up against Laurie's waiting slit.
Laurie let out a little cry and pleaded, "Oh yes, put it in. Fuck
me hard."
Jeni watched in fascination as her hand sank into the wet opening.
She couldn't believe that Laurie was able to take it without any pain.
Nicky continued to hold her wrist and pulled it out.
"Damn her nails are tearing me apart. Make her stop it, Nicky."
Nicky whispered, "Clench your fist tighter."
Jeni clenched her fist until she could feel her nails digging into
her own flesh. Nicky rammed her hand deep into Laurie. Laurie raised
her hips in response. In and out, faster and faster, Nicky moved her
hand.
Jeni moved a bit to ease the stress upon her arm. Laurie bucked
beneath her, begging that she go faster. Nicky moved behind Jeni and
brought his mouth to her yearning mound. His tongue found her clitoris
and drove her wild.
Laurie grabbed Jeni by the hair and forced her face back between her
legs. Jeni continued to move her fist within the wet hot cunt. Her
mouth and tongue again found the throbbing clitoris. Imitating what
Nicky was doing to her, Jeni attacked the clit with renewed excitement.
The more pleasure she received from Nicky's mouth, the more she
wanted to pass it on to Laurie. The room filled with moans and sucking
noises as the three bodies lost themselves to the physical sensations.
Jeni felt her head pulled upward, and fell forward. Nicky moved
behind her, never breaking the burning contact. She felt her face
pulled upward until it came in contact with Laurie's.
Laurie smashed her mouth against Jeni's. Jeni met her kiss with
equal passion, their tongues seeking out each other. Jeni marvelled at
the difference in texture between Laurie's mouth and Nicky's, and found
that she wasn't really repulsed by it.
Jeni could feel the muscles of Laurie's vagina squeeze down hard on
her hand. Laurie broke their kiss and pulled Jeni tightly against her.
"Oh baby, I'm almost there. Just a little more."
Jeni could feel Laurie's nails rake her back. She moved her arm
faster until she thought the pain would kill her. Laurie let out a cry
as she momentarily stiffened, and still holding tightly to Jeni, sank
back to the floor. Laurie showered kisses over Jeni's face as she
muttered her appreciation. Jeni felt a certain amount of satisfaction
in knowing she had brought Laurie to completion.
Laurie reached out and stroked Jeni's breasts. "Poor baby. You're
the only one that hasn't gotten off yet. Come to Laurie and let her do
you good."
Jeni leaned down and kissed the girl. Laurie pushed her upward
until she was able to reach Jeni's breasts with her mouth. Again Jeni
enjoyed the different feeling she got from Laurie's mouth. Jeni moved
gently, back and forth, allowing Laurie to pay equal attention to both
breasts.
Jeni felt her body being turned as Nicky again positioned himself
between her legs. The feeling of two sets of hands and mouths upon her
body soon drove Jeni to new heights. Laurie moved her mouth down until
she was competing with Nicky for a place at Jeni's vagina.
Nicky moved upward leaving Laurie to ravish Jeni's aching flesh.
"God," thought Jeni. Nicky may have been good, but Laurie's tongue
seemed to do things she never knew could be done. Nicky moved until he
was able to fondle her breasts as his mouth again sought hers.
Jeni was going out of her mind with ecstasy. Nothing she had
experienced so far could have possibly prepared her for the onslaught
her senses were reeling under now. Again she felt that bubble growing,
and that wave building within her, stronger than ever. Soon she was
lost to the wave as it again crashed through her body. And again she
seemed to pass from reality.
Chapter Twelve
Slowly, Jeni became aware of sounds around her. Her body tingled
all over as her vaginal muscles occasionally contracted. She couldn't
believe anything could have been better than what she had just
experienced.
The first time with Nicky had been mind blowing. But this time, the
memory of Laurie's mouth upon her vagina sent delicious shivers through
her entire body. Lying there, her eyes closed, Jeni drifted between
the present and what had just occurred. She realized that someone was
talking, but it took too much effort to figure out who.
". . . have you fucked her yet? Is she any good?"
"She's not ready yet."
"What do you mean she ain't ready yet? Shit, if she's anything like
that when she fucks, I pity the poor bastard that. . ."
"I'll do it when she's ready. The girl's a virgin, if you can
believe that. I want to make sure it's done right. Too soon, and
she's spoiled."
"A virgin? You're shitting me, right? Where'd she learn to .
. ."
"You're right there, she is quite talented. That's all the more
reason I don't want to rush things. Can you imagine what she'd be
like, properly trained?"
Jeni couldn't follow what they were talking about. Were they
talking about her? Did Nicky really think she was good? Was he
actually going to make love to her? The thought of Nicky making love
to her, his penis deep inside her, sent Jeni back to dreaming.
"Does she know about you?"
"No! And you'd better keep your fucking mouth shut. Or, I'll cut
out your fucking tongue. She knows what I want her to know. No more
and no less."
"But how did you get her to dance at the club. And what's this crap
about you borrowing money off Mixer. He works for . . ."
"I told you to shut up. If you need to know anything, I need money,
and I need it quick. Mixer has agreed to help me out for a price.
Mainly you, but he also gets her salary and tip money. She gets to
keep her dance money."
"You having her do any extras?"
"Well, if she makes enough dancing, no. If not, I don't know."
"I still don't see why you had to arrange for me to stay with that
bastard. That fucking ape nearly killed me the last time."
"Maybe next time, you'll think twice before you cheat me out of
money. When I say you're ready, you're ready. And not before.
Besides Mixer's a good trainer. And you'll have all the shit you can
stick up your nose."
"Yeah right. Really Nicky, it ain't fair. I only did it the once.
It was only to help me score. Or it would have been, if the bastard
hadn't tried to stiff me. I did him good too. And he tried to skip
without paying. It was when I went after him, that he did this to me."
"I hope you enjoy doing Mixer as much, cause for the next week, you
don't have a choice, sweet thing." Nicky let out a wicked chuckle.
Jeni let out a low moan as she relived Laurie's tongue on her clit,
her hand stroking her vagina.
"Looks like she's decided to rejoin us," said Laurie. "I can't
believe it. She's about to come again."
Jeni opened her eyes to see them watching her. She realized what
she was doing and blushed. She would have to be more careful. They
must think her terrible, masturbating in front of them like this.
"Shit, girl, don't you ever get enough?" Nicky asked laughingly.
"Don't let us stop you. You're doing such a good job all by
yourself," was Laurie's comment.
Embarrassed, Jeni quickly removed her hand from between her legs.
"You heard Laurie. Keep doing what you were doing," Nicky said.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have," Jeni said lamely, starting to get up
from the floor.
"I said do it!" Nicky snapped at her.
Jeni froze where she was. She glanced at Nicky to see if he was
joking. One look was enough to tell her he wasn't. "Please Nicky. I
don't . . ."
"Are we going to start that shit again. Get your fucking ass back
down there and do it. Don't stop until I tell you. Now move!"
Jeni slowly lowered herself back down on the floor. Her hand moved
to her vagina. Feeling embarrassed, she started to stroke herself.
"I can't see a thing. Tell her to turn around, Nicky. I want to
see her playing with herself."
Before Nicky said anything, Jeni turned to face them. She could see
them staring at her as she continued to caress herself. Laurie
unzipped Nicky's pants. Her hand snaked in, and Jeni could see her
massaging his penis. Nicky just sat there, watching Jeni, seemingly
unaware of Laurie's hand.
"Nicky, please? I feel so dirty doing this. If you want, I'll do
it. But I really don't want to."
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
"No, not really. Not like when you do it."
Laurie laughed and said, "She sure does know how to get to you,
doesn't she?"
"Stuff it, Laurie. And get your fucking hands off me. Matter of
fact, why don't you get your fucking ass down there too. I might as
well enjoy you doing something."
"Hey, come on Nicky, you can't be serious."
He grabbed her sore arm, giving it a brutal twist. Laurie let out a
yelp, and quickly moved to the floor. The two girls lay there on the
floor, masturbating. Laurie looked over at Jeni, too frightened to
look at Nicky. Jeni, ashamed by what she was being forced to do,
closed her eyes.
"Open them," Nicky said.
Jeni opened her eyes and looked at Nicky.
"That's better. Now tell me, you really don't like doing that?"
"No Nicky. Please let me stop."
"But if I said you were to enjoy it, would you?"
"Please Nicky? If you want me too, I will. But only for you."
Nicky said nothing. He continued to watch Jeni. Jeni turned to
Laurie and saw that the girl was enjoying herself. Laurie caressed her
own breasts as she continued to stroke her clit. Soon she was
breathing rapidly, her hips moving hard against her hand. Low moans
came from her as she rocked her head from side to side.
"Laurie, stop!"
"Oh come on, Nicky. Fuck! Make up your mind, will you? I was just
starting to enjoy it."
"Fuck what you were enjoying. You can enjoy Mixer later. Right
now, stop it."
Jeni noticed Laurie stiffen in rebellion. But she did as Nicky
instructed, and placed her hands at her side.
"Can I stop too, Nicky?"
"No! Why are you having such a hard time doing what I ask? What if
I were to tell you I get excited when I watch you do that?"
"You do? Really? Gee, I never thought of that."
"Yes I do. Hell, I'd have to be dead not to get excited watching
you. It would mean a lot more though if I thought you were actually
getting off. You aren't even trying. But if I don't mean anything to
you? You can stop now."
Again Jeni's didn't know what to do. She did feel dirty, lying here
doing this. But it excited Nicky. She was actually doing something
that turned him on. Should she stop, or should she continue?
Her hand continued to stroke herself. It was as if his words alone
were enough to cause the heat to build between her legs. She
remembered what it had felt like when Nicky was between her legs, his
hands, his mouth, his tongue.
Her Nicky was turned on by her simply playing with her vagina. Her
eyes were wide open, but all she could see was the image of Nicky as he
sucked her vagina. Soon she felt the bubble again start to grow deep
inside.
"Stop!"
She couldn't believe her ears. Was that her Nicky? Did she do
something wrong? Her hand froze in mid-stroke. She tried to focus on
Nicky. He was no longer sitting on the couch. Instead, he was
standing over her. He offered her his hand, and she took it. He
pulled her to her feet and he held her tight.
"More of that, and I wouldn't be able to control myself, sweet
thing."
Jeni noticed a large lump in his pants, and she realized that he was
aroused. She was excited knowing she could do that to him. She
timidly touched his bulge. Nicky pressed his crotch hard against her
hand, and she closed her fingers around his covered penis.
"Please, sweet thing, I can't take much more. If you don't stop
now, we may do something we'll both regret."
Jeni looked into his eyes, and smiled. "I don't think I'd regret
anything we did. Not with you, Nicky."
"Well I would. I'm not about ready to ruin you for life, sweet
thing. There are enough bimbos around who it wouldn't hurt. But you,
you're still an innocent."
Jeni knew that Nicky was excited. And still he wouldn't even try.
Bobby always tried. But her Nicky was so sweet. She knew then and
there that she would give Nicky her virginity. She couldn't think of
anyone she wanted more to introduce her to the true meaning of love.
She rubbed his erect penis through his pants, enjoying the power she
seemed to have over him. He let his hands move down to her buttocks
and pulled her tightly against him. She tried to unbuckle his belt as
he squeezed her buttocks.
"No. Jeni, don't. I'm serious. Someday, you may learn the hard
way, but it isn't going to be today. And it won't be me. Now stop it,
and go sit down."
He pushed her away, and she felt resentment. What right did he have
to decide? It was her decision, not his. But when she looked into his
eyes, she had to obey.
She sat on the couch, waiting for him to say or do something. Her
body felt tight, unfulfilled. But she knew better than to disobey him.
She would just have to bide her time.
Laurie still lay on the floor. Nicky looked down at her and
laughed. "I guess you can get up now. Can't have you lying on your
back and not making any coin."
Laurie glared at him. But she got up and sat next to Jeni. Nicky
looked at the two girls. Laurie sitting there naked, and Jeni still
dressed in that outfit she had worn to the club.
"Look, I have to go out for awhile. Laurie, why don't you see what
you can loan Jeni to wear at the club. And pack yourself a bag to
bring to Mixer's. I'll pick us up some pizza to eat before we take off
for the place later. Make sure you two are ready when I get back. Say
around five-ish?" Without waiting for an answer, he left.
Chapter Thirteen
"Fucking bastard," cursed Laurie, once Nicky left. She turned to
Jeni, and looked her over. Jeni felt uncomfortable. She straightened
her clothes. She wasn't sure what else she should do.
"Get your fucking ass moving, if you expect me to lend you
anything," Laurie said, as she headed to the bedroom.