Chapter 13
Nick went over the last three weeks and the last two horns in his mind as he drove through the rain-slick streets. It seemed like nothing had worked very well since Sabrina had come into his life.
And tonight she had done it again. She had driven him over the edge. He didn't know if it had been himself or Gertie who had dealt the fatal blow to Fay.
It didn't make any difference. She was dead either way.
But, really, he blamed it on Sabrina. She had somehow driven him to do what he had done. Normally he would want revenge on her. But now he suddenly didn't care anymore. He would give her contract back to her in the morning and tell her to get the hell out of his life, and out of his hair, forever.
Nick Jennings suddenly felt very tired as he pulled the car into the drive and made his way into the house. Nat only tired, for the first time in his life, he felt a little old.
He thought of Gertie. Perhaps it would have been better to have stayed with her in the apartment after he and Gertie had gotten rid of Fay's body. But he knew he would want her and she had been too scared after the mess with Fay.
If he would have stayed with her, he would have eventually fucked her, by force if need be, and that would have mined her forever.
There would be time now. Lots of time, for them.
He could hardly keep his eyes open as he climbed the stairs leaving a trail of clothes behind him. He was naked by the time he got to his bedroom.
He slid beneath the covers and slipped into a half sleep the second his head hit the pillow. The foreign odor of a strange perfume filled his nostrils. Gertie? He passed it off as wishful thinking.
It was like a dream when he felt the soft hand move across his thigh and stroke his flaccid cock. Slowly, the hand caressed him, and as his prick stiffened, the hand increased its manipulations to a rapid pumping motion.
He felt firm breasts, hard nipples aroused, and brush against his back. He wriggled his body closer until he could feel the softness of pubic hair on his buttocks.
Finally, still half asleep, he rolled over and took the yielding body into his arms. Her legs opened slightly and closed again, capturing his stiff prick between them in a viselike grip. He slid one hand downward across the crack of her ass. The soft curling hair of her cunt caressed him, and her thighs worked steadily on the sides of his cock.
She moved a shoulder, and her breast seemed to leap into his mouth with a hot, frenzied eagerness. At first he played with the nipple, then he opened his mouth to suck as much of her tit as possible into his mouth. Her breast was not only firm, it was hard and very large.
The girl began working her legs harder and faster, moving her hips forward and back now to force his prick up against her swollen clit. The motion excited him and he attacked the hard, thrusting tit even more ardently, biting and chewing the fleshy globe.
"Suck it, Nick!" she gasped. "Suck the fucking shit out of my tit!"
Her voice hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. He was instantly awake and reaching for the lamp beside the bed.
Her body arched as the light bathed her youthful suppleness. She smiled up at him.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he said.
"I've been waiting for you for hours. Where the hell have you been?"
"What's the matter?" she said, not understanding the quizzical expression on his face.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Yes, it is. I thought you might be someone else."
Sabrina laughed. "Who? Your dyke girl friend, maybe?"
"As a matter of fact... yes"
Her face became serious. "I thought you wanted me, Nick."
"I did. I thought you'd already shipped out."
She squirmed across the bed to again lock his rigid cock between her young thighs. "Well, I didn't," she said. "And I'm here and I'm ready."
She placed one of his hands on her breast, rubbing his palm across the nipple until it stood out hard and eager. His other hand she shoved between her legs where the moisture was already flowing from her cunt like a burst dam.
"This is crazy," he said, struggling to free himself from her.
"It isn't," she said. "You want me, Nick. You want my cunt. I've known it since the first time I saw you look at me."
"So?" he said, sweating.
"So... fuck me! I want this. I want to feel this big fucking cock splitting me... cutting me clear in half."
It was all too tempting for him, with her nude white tenderness rubbing his body. With his throbbing cock clutched in her hand. With her musky smell permeating the bed, the room, and his nostrils. It made his head swirl, and he thought about Gertie.
And as he thought of the other woman his cock got harder.
He suddenly wanted Gertie, not this kid. He didn't know why, but he didn't want her to have any more satisfaction from his lusting and crawling for her.
Rut she was here, naked... and he was damn hard, painfully hard.
"No thanks," he said, starting to roll away.
She was too quick. She wiggled her body under him, spreading her legs as she moved. When she could feel his cock stiffen against her slit, she began working her hips, trying to force him to enter her pussy.
She pulled his head down and kissed him hungrily, her hot tongue sliding into his mouth.
Unconsciously, his hands started working at her body, slowly, exploring all of her youthful charms. Under him, her hips began a mad gyration until his cockhead was directly at the opening of her cunt. She felt the slight pressure on her clit, and she knew her attack, trying, almost desperately, to pull his now pulsing prick deeply inside her.
He held back, his hips pulling slightly away from hem. He wanted her desperately, but his mind was confused.
His body won.
He started moving his head down. He kissed her taut nipples, and massaged the swollen hardness of her heavy breasts with his hands. His tongue and lips caressed her belly and moved down to her thighs, quickly passing over the mat of hair at her bulging crotch. He forced her thighs apart and carefully kissed the insides of them both.
Then he moved his lips and tongue slowly, yet smoothly, back up the inside of her legs to her cunt. He licked at the soft, tender meat, his lips plucking at the swollen hardness of her clit. Her body was hot, and her slit, wet with juice, was like a volcano.
His lips were close to her sweet-smelling young cunt and, blew gently. The short kinky hairs quivered. The tip of his tongue feathered her cunt-lips, first up one side and then down the other, never entering her pulsing cavity.
"Yes, that's good! Oh so good!" she sighed. "Go ahead! Do me with your tongue first. Oh fuck, it feels so good."
Her breath hissed between her teeth. She awaited the pleasure that his talented tongue would soon give her pussy.
Nick turned his attention from her cunt-hole to the hard little knob just above. He lapped and licked at it until her clit was stiff enough to be drawn between his lips. As he began to tongue the tiny pleasure point, Sabrina immediately started to approach total release.
"Suck, suck, and suck!" she screamed, ramming upward with her hips, shoving the full sweetness of her pussy against his mouth.
Nick reamed the slick walls of her inner cunt and nibbled on the small bud of her clitoris. The taste and smell of her young body changed to a heady flavor as her juices started flowing in a torrent.
Suddenly Sabrina's back arched, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against her. A strangled sound escaped her lips and she writhed through her first orgasm.
But it was only the beginning. For both of them.
"Now my cunt!" she gasped. "Fill my cunt up with your cock! It's what we've bath been waiting for. Fuck me! Fuck me you dirty, rotten, son-of-a-bitch... FUCK ME!"
She pulled his body aver hers and pushed one of his hands under her buttocks. Her cunt was slick and yielding to his probing fingers. The juices from her pussy flowed across his hand.
It was all his passion needed.
His cock rose between her spread thighs. Sabrina gripped his pulsing dick. She stroked and squeezed his cock.
His cock became harder and throbbed unbearably.
His cock leaped toward her cunt. He thrust into her cunt, burying his prick until nothing remained outside her pussy. He lifted her legs to his shoulders so that every thrust of his hungry hips gave him the greatest penetration into her cunt.
Her body responded in kind. She slithered, and began a grinding series of gyrations that sent her whole body to an immediate peak of desperate fulfillment.
"Yes, Nick, yes!" she cried. "I love it... oh God, I love it!"
"Oh Jesus, I love it... I always will and I'll always need it!"
"Fuck me, Nick... fuck me and make me come! Over and over and over! Make my cunt come on our big, fat prick!"
Nick's prick throbbed inside her tight, moist cunt. Her hips seemed to be welded to his. Her voice became low and husky in a growl that became a sound of pleasure mixed with pain as again and again he rammed to the very bottom of her hole with the hard head of his hungry cock.
"Don't stop, Nick! Don't! Cut me up with it!" the voice said. "Oh your cock is so good!"
Harder and harder he sent his cock fucking into her tender cunt until their two bodies became one, hurtling through an eternity of timeless and weightless space.
She worked on his prick, using her hips in all directions at once, taking all of his cock with each thrust. At last he burst forth with his own flood. Somewhere in his consciousness he heard her say, "Don't save it. Let me have it! Let me have the whole fucking load... come in me... give it all to me!"
Her legs locked around him even tighter as the final, convulsive spasms of release took over their bodies at the same time. Nick flooded her belly with his massive spurts of cum as she writhed her way through a spastic climax that left her limp and drained beneath him.
They lay side by side, silent for a long time. Then Nick spoke. "It was good," he said. "It was as good as I thought it would be."
"Was it good enough to come back for more? And more? And more?" Sabrina asked.
"You know it was."
She snapped a light on the side of the bed and crossed to her purse. She removed an envelope and came back to the bed. Dropping if in his lap, she said, "Good. Because there won't be any more, Nick. I'll fix us a couple of drinks. In the meantime... read that!"
The envelope and the letter it contained was worn, creased, and crumpled as if it had gone through many, many readings.
He unfolded it and started to read:
My dear nymphomaniac sister...
Well, Cam dear, things have indeed taken a strange turn, both mentally and financially. Not even to mention physically, which might be the biggest change.
I told you about my lady lover... well, now we met a man. That's right dear, don't faint... a man. And what a man. We were together only one night and I knew that the vow I made a long time ago to never have anything to do with men would go right out the window. I always thought it a little odd that you could be so one-way, and I could be so one-way the other way. Now the twain has met.
My name is Nick Jennings and he's everything we hated in our parents and the people around us when we were plowing up. He even owns a whorehouse. Isn't that a kick? Dear old Ma, the bitch, would jump with glee. You know that was her lifelong dream. To get off the streets and her back and be a Madame. Her only problem was she loved it too much. Like the man in the candy store, she ate up all the profits. That's just the way I don't want you to end up, and now I think I've found the way.
I know that Nick is the one but I don't know what to do about my lady lover. If he ever found out about her he would probably kill me. But slowly I think I'm getting out of that.
Hope to be able to send for you soon. Yours in the bed room!
Love, Connie.
When he looked up from the letter she was standing in front of him with a drink.
"I knew Connie had a sister and I knew there was something about you... I should have realized."
"That was the last letter I got from her before you killed her."
"Before I killed her?" he said, taking the drink from her, and tipping the full shot back into his throat before erupting into laughter and rolling back on the bed.
"I don't think it's funny."
"I do," he said, the tears running down his cheeks. "So you came here to get your revenge. What are you going to do? Kill me?"
"No," she replied. "Oh, that's what I was going to do at first. But I changed my mind. I decided, after watching you operate, it wasn't worth killing you. Natalie said you loved Connie. Really loved her."
"I did."
"So I was going to make you love me and then take a walk."
"That's impossible now," he said.
"I know. You couldn't love anybody. So I had to find another way."
"You're wrong... about not loving anybody," he said. "And it's ironic. That's what's so funny. I must have a penchant for lesbian women."
"Gertie?"
"That's right."
Then it was her turn to laugh and laugh and laugh. When at last she regained control, she said, "You're right, Nick. It is ironic. Gertie's already sold you out."
"Whatta you mean?"
"I mean she was pining tonight when she offend you her all and you left her, supposedly for me. She decided you were no different from all the other men after all. She came backstage between shows, and told me how much she had wanted me. I let her eat me, Nick. Right before the show. I just lifted my dress and she went wild. She loved it, just like you did. She said she loved me. She told me how rotten you were, how she wanted to go away with me. That's when I saw how to do it, how to do you for Goddamn good. The two sets of books you keep in your office safe? Well that was my price... my price to go away with her. And she paid it, Nick. She gladly paid it."
"My books?" he said, leaping off the bed and grabbing her by the shoulders.
"That's it... right out of your office safe. I gave 'em to Oakie right after the last show. Right now, you son-of-a-bitch, your books are on the way to Internal Revenue and Oakie and Fay are on the way to Oklahoma."
"That's where you're wrong. Fay's dead."
"Dead?"
"That's right, you stupid bitch, and I didn't kill your sister."
She wasn't listening. "You' dead too!" Sabrina screamed. "Yes, dead, you bastard. They'll put you away for a thousand years when everything finally comes out."
He hit her alongside the head. She sprawled on the floor like a rag doll. He was about to kick her when the telephone rang.
"Nick? Nick, it's Gertie. You gotta get over here right away, Nick."
"What the fuck's wrong?"
"It's Gertie. Oh Jesus! Nick, she's bad, real bad. Oakie..."
"Oakie?"
"Yeah," Gertie said. "Oakie he come up here and..."
"Never mind," Nick said, his mind racing, "I'll be right there." He slammed the phone down and collected his thoughts quickly. The books. Oakie's still there. There may still be time.
On the floor Sabrina had somewhat recovered. "What about Oakie?" she said.
"I think you lose, after all," ire replied.
They ran into Gertie as they stepped off the elevator. She was a mess, pacing and running up and down the hall. Her halt was caked with blood and more of it clotted on her face from a broken nose and a long gash down one cheek. Her dress was ripped and one enormous brown breast sagged and swayed free from the garment as she moved.
"Jesus," Nick said, holding her up by the shoulders. "What the fuck happened to you."
"It was right after you left..." she said, pausing. It was obvious that she was going to say something about Fay but decided to watch her words when she saw Sabrina.
"Yeah... yeah?" Nick said impatiently.
"He come up here lookin' for... you-know-who? And, well, somehow he found out an'... Jesus, Nick, he went crazy. He beat the shit outta me and then went into the apartment with Gertie an' locked the door. She started screamin' like hell but I couldn't get to her."
"Is he here now?"
"N... he come bustin' outta there just a little bit ago, hit me a couple more times and split."
"Where's Gertie?" Nick said.
"She's in your apartment still. Jesus, Nick, you ain't gonna like it when you see it... what that crazy bastard did to her."
Nick was only worried about one thing at a time. And the one thing, as he ran into the apartment, was the books.
He hit the door flail tilt with Sabrina right behind him. He was nearly in the middle of the room when he saw her.
"Oh my God," he said, almost screeching.
"Jesus," Sabrina gasped behind him.
Gertie was strapped, face up, cm the massage table. Her legs were pulled apart by ropes but they were unnaturally spread and split. One hip was obviously broken. Between her thighs was a mass of puddled blood. Both breasts were mutilated by teeth marks and, only a gnawed hale remained where a nipple had, been.
Gertie padded into the room behind them. "He raped her Nick. And not with just his cock. He must have shoved everything in the room up her after he came himself."
"Jesus," Nick said again. "Is she alive?"
"Yeah... she's alive," Gertie replied. "If you wanna call it that. She'd probably be better off dead. I guess she's in there."
Nick moved to the table and looked down. Gertie's eyes were open and her lips were dribbling spittle and blood. The eyes stared vacantly, unseeing. She was alive all right, but she was a vegetable. She was living death. He guessed she was totally insane.
"Get a doctor!" Nick said.
Gertie left without a word as Nick removed her bonds and tenderly carried her to the bed. Carefully he laid her clown and sank to his knees beside her. He cradled her head in his arms.
"I'm sorry too, Gertie... I'm really sorry."
"Nick," Sabrina said.
"What?"
"I didn't plan it like this... really."
"You should have," he said. "Because now you ye really won."
"What?"
"I didn't kill Connie. Her lady lover did," he replied.
Then Sabrina realized. The irony he had spoken of earlier hit her then, hit her like a fist in the belly. "Gertie?"
"Yeah... Gertie."
"My God, to end up like this. It was probably the only time she ever had a man inside her."
Nick turned and leveled his eyes on hers. "Get the fuck outta here!"
Sabrina found a seat in the rear of the bus. The ticket agent said the closest she could get to her destination was Tulsa. From there she would just start calling until she found him. She was sure that he felt as lonely and empty as she did.
But maybe in time she'd lose herself down there with him. She'd never be a big star but then she had never wanted to be. Connie had wanted her to be. And Nick had wanted her to be. And she would have ended up like Natalie. And that she didn't want to be.
The bus radio seeped into her thoughts. She recognized the style, the tune, and the voice. Bringing back the oldies seemed to be the big thing. It was an old record of Natalie's, her biggest one.
Sabrina listened to the lyric as she dug the birth certificate and other identification out of her pulse.
Just a Rockin' Lady,
Swingin' to be free,
Swingin', Rockin' Lady,
No-one's lovin' me.
She began to tear the papers and cards into tiny pieces.
Gonna get away some day,
Gonna find a place,
Gonna find a man to love me,
This tired ol' Rockin' Lady.
By the time the last mournful note of the song had died away Sabrina lay on the floor of the bus in tiny, tattered pieces of paper, and Clara took a deep breath and smiled.