Chapter 1
Anita, twenty-six-year-old librarian, is in the habit of riding the New York subways late at night in an apparently senseless ritual - a long lonely route from the far-reaches of Brooklyn into Manhattan and then all the way back again on the return train. Sometimes she has an entire car all to herself for most of the trip. Not much traffic on that line after midnight. Almost always the ride is without incident. Sometimes a man tries to pick her up - attempts conversation. But she never responds - never speaks a word - and generally the would-be lover shrugs and lets her alone after the first rebuff.
Occasionally a man is more persistent - not so easily discouraged. One man - middle-aged - reeking of wine - crowds up against her on the seat one summer night in an otherwise empty car. She stars straight ahead and says nothing, but makes no move away from him. He stares in silence for a minute and then lays his sweaty hand on her bare knee and runs it slowly up the inside of her thigh. Her legs are slightly parted and she leaves them that way. Her skirt is well up on her thighs - a short-short mini that she wears only on these late-night rides. She would never dare wear it to work at the public library. But after midnight in the subway it serves the painfully shy girl as an advertisement of her wanton yearnings.
Sandals and dress are all she wears - arms bare - no constricting undergarments beneath. In the humid subway car her nude body nestles warm, moist and softly aquiver under the scanty sheath.
The man's slithering fingers move up the trough between her sweat-slick inner thighs and her flesh trembles but she makes no move to stop him in his crude attack. She draws a sharp breath and closes her eyes as his invading hand strikes home at the hairy epicenter of her sexuality. A hard fingertip drags crudely up and down her moist cunt-line, tracing its contours, measuring its dimensions, and then burrows inside the slack-lipped opening, trying its passage. Anita shudders and bites her lip, weeping softly.
The train jerks and squeals and pitches sideways as it slows down for a station stop. The man's hand is jarred off its target. His body rocks against hers. Quickly he withdraws his hand from under her skirt and slides away from her on the seat. The train stops. Two women enter the car and the man lurches to his feet and hurries out, with the door already closing on his heels.
On another night three Puerto Rican youths join her in her car and after some preliminary approaches in obscene Spanish they close in on her from three sides and begin poking and stroking her nude extremities. She flinches and squirms as it develops into a massive assault of rib and belly and armpit and inner thigh tickling, and then she draws in a sharp breath and closes her eyes tight, jaw agape, as five fingers spread over one breast and close down hard, kneading the squishy flesh under her dress like a lump of wet dough in a cloth bag.
But then a subway patrolman is approaching through the adjacent car and the boys retreat to a distant seat until the coast is clear again. The guard senses a dangerous situation and settles himself down across the aisle from Anita to keep an eye on things and thus puts an end to the action and cuts short another potential adventure.
On nights like these, or on nights when she is casually fondled and goosed in the Times Square station while changing trains, or has obscene threats and invitations whispered into her ear on the station platform, she goes home to Brooklyn afterwards in a calm state of mind as if nothing at all had happened, and vaguely disappointed too.
It has been a long time now since the one really memorable incident of her subway-riding prowls. Perhaps sometime again there will be another adventure like that one of May Day last year. She dreads the thought of such a thing ever happening to her again, but the prospect of it, however remote and however chilling, is what draws her back into the trains three nights every week, sometimes four, offering herself up to any and all comers, absolutely free, without cost or obligation, for any combination of your choice of brutal beating and rape on a free-for-all, first-come-first-served basis.
A hundred times she has relived every minute of it in her masturbation fantasies. She was on the way back to Brooklyn on a warm, misty night. She was drowsy and half-dozing when the gang of five boys came bursting into the car at a lower-Manhattan station. There was one other rider in the car at the time - a little old man, reading some kind of foreign-language newspaper.
The boys sat on the seat opposite, facing her.
"Hey, what's your name - hey?" one demanded to know.
As usual she didn't say a word or give them a look. She leaned her head back against the glass and kept her eyes on the advertising cards above their heads.
One of the boys knelt down on the floor and bent his neck sideways, trying to look up between her legs from across the aisle. Her knees were slightly apart as usual.
"Hey man," the boy cried out with awe in his voice. "I don't think she's wearing no pant, man!"
More heads were bent, and then one boy moved over and dropped down right at her feet. He lowered his head to her knee level, barely an inch away. "Holy SHIT!" he yelled. "No fucking pants is right! I see her fucking pussy, man! LOOK at this!"
The whole group came clustering around, knocking heads as they tried to get in position to see up the trough of her inner thighs to the magic glory-hole.
One frustrated outsider, crowded out of a good viewing angle, reached up a tentative hand onto her thigh and delicately lifted the edge of her skirt. Anita's legs shivered, but she made no move to stop him, and he slowly peeled the skirt up along her thighs and then suddenly lifted it high in the air in front of her, unveiling in the stark fluorescent light of the subway car the whole naked expanse of her ivory-white crotch, the fuzz of her golden bush and the slack-lipped pinkness of her cunt-slit underneath.
There was an ear-splitting chorus of yips and yahoos from all five popeyed youths. Anita sat rigid and glassy-eyed, gripping the edge of the seat with both hands and shuddering all over as if she had a chill.
"Hey, old man!" one boy yelled to the man reading the newspaper, who was determinedly ignoring the whole incident. "Look here, old man. Wanta see a pussy? Look at this!"
Two boys moved onto the seat beside Anita and, astonished and delighted at her complete passivity, they lifted her skirt well up over her hips and began freely exploring all of the secret nooks and crannies of her lower body. They pulled her legs wider apart and took turns at fumbling around her warm, wet snatch.
Someone else unzipped her down the back and then there were hands groping inside the dress on her bare flesh, cupping and squeezing her slack boobs. Anita sat stiffly on the seat, eyes tight-closed and streaming tears, her breath coming in quick gasps, her arms and legs jerking in little shudder spasms in response to the insolent invasions of their fingers.
Then the lights of a local-stop flashed by the windows and someone said, "Hey man - this is that station coming up. Remember the old tunnel where we fucked the whore that time?"
There was an abandoned tunnel running out of this subway station, leading nowhere but to a dead-end. It was fenced off from the main tunnel by an iron gate, but easily climbed.
They quickly put Anita's dress back in decent order again and lifted her up by the arms. She stood stiffly between them, still gasping and shuddering, weak-kneed and dizzy-headed.
The boys were convinced by her odd reactions that she must be on drugs of some sort.
"Jesus, man. This chick is wigged out of her mind. She really got herself a dose of some kind of shit."
"All the better. She ain't gonna remember nothing about nothing afterwards. We got the use of her body, and her fucking mind is a thousand miles away."
They all piled out into the gloomy G. Street station, hauling Anita along with them. There was no one else in sight.
"Ain't there no cop around?"
"Hell no - he's always on the other side. Even the token booth is closed up over here."
"So why don't we just fuck her right here on a bench then, man?"
"Another train will come along, stupid. We gotta get outta sight."
They hurried to the end of the platform, driving Anita ahead of them, and then they dropped down into the pit, impatient to get the action under way.
"Come on, man - I got a fucking hard-on already."
They climbed the iron fence and lifted Anita over. On the other side one boy grabbed her as she came down and immediately peeled her mini up over her head, leaving her naked. She had already lost her sandals somewhere along the way. She stood among them, straddle-legged, numbly blinking at the surrounding circle of leering faces. The boy who had stripped her tossed her dress up onto the iron fence and it hung there a second and then dropped over the other side.
"Wait a second, man. Let's get her away from the main track here and outta sight altogether."
They closed around her and grabbed onto her arms and hustled her down the gloomy shaft a hundred yards, stumbling over track ties in the gloom, until they rounded a bend and were in what seemed to be complete darkness.
"Shit man, we ain't gonna be able to see what the fuck we're doing here."
"That's good. Means nobody can see us either."
"Man, you don't have to see it to fuck it."
They stretched her out on the pebbly and greasy ground beside the track and then one after the other of the boys settled their weight down on top of her soft, quivering flesh, slipped their pricks up into her snatch with more or less finesse, and pounded away to orgasms. There were only five boys, but the raping seemed to go on endlessly as they took seconds and thirds on her docile body. Some were gentle - kissing and caressing her as they fucked - but others seemed to take extra pleasure in wrenching at her breasts, yanking her hair, biting and chewing on her flesh and belaboring her face and body with slaps and elbow-digs and finger-gougings. But she took it all without ever crying out beyond soft whimpers and moans.
And then at last they were gone, but in her delirious dream-state she hardly realized that her orgy was finished. She still lay there, sprawled and panting, still feeling the brutal pressure of their hands upon her, the searing frictions of their driving pricks, her body twitching in violent spasms of orgasmic recollection. Her shoulders and her fat butt-cheeks were scraped raw and bloody on the abrasive ground underneath her, and her ravaged pussy-shaft was a fiery torment.
But at last all the inner spasms had died away to cold numbness and her wild mind-flight had settled down to dull earth. Then she was only a bruised and bone-weary girl, frightened and slightly sick, lying naked on a bed of stones, shivering with cold instead of passion in a dark damp tomb of a subway tunnel. She realized that she had to get out of there - find her dress and somehow get home.
She stumbled to her feet on two dead legs and then began an agonized walk down the tunnel, groping along the wall as she went. After a painful spell of slow, stumbling progress in unrelieved darkness, she realized that she must be heading in the wrong direction. She rested on the track for a few minutes and then retraced her steps and finally came out into the bright end of the passage and the iron gate to the main subway.
She climbed over with great difficulty, suffering several further abrasions in the attempt, found her dress and put it on again, and finally crawled back up onto the still-deserted G. Street station platform. She was horrified to see in a gum machine mirror that her face was horribly swollen and bruised and her head and hair were caked with filth from the greasy tunnel floor. She didn't dare ride the trains in her obviously beaten-up state, so she left the subway and trudged on bare feet the two miles to her home through the rain-soaked pre-dawn streets.
She missed a couple of days of work at the library, but she suffered no serious physical harm. And in the months since the rape incident, the pain, the fear, the chills, the danger of the experience have faded out of her mind altogether. She remembers only the shuddering delights of the brutal debauch. And so on her nightly rides now she sets herself out as live bait for the wolves and tigers of the city subways, always hoping with desperate eagerness that another such night of violence and ravishment will come to her. She's sure to find it before long.
Meanwhile other girls with the same sick yearning to be pounced on and devoured walk the dark streets of every city, sit alone in dingy bars, go riding with strangers, take short-cuts through lonely parks and empty lots and unlit alleyways - all hoping that their dream rapist will materialize out of the night and make their fearful masochistic fantasies come true.
Some women have more luck at the game than others. A girl with more initiative and daring than poor passive Anita can find rape almost any time she wants it, and by really working at her bizarre quest can in a short time chalk up an awesome record of "scores."
Shirley W. is a prize specimen of the breed, a high-flying rape-addict who finally however laid it on the line just one time too often.
Case 1 Shirley W.
Shirley W. was a rape-seeker without any question, and very successful in her quest. There is no way of guessing how many times she was brutally assaulted in her brief twenty-five years of life. She is not available for interviews on the subject, unfortunately, for she is dead. On her last excursion into the lower depths in search of the ravishment she craved, she found at last the ultimate violation that rape-seekers perhaps hunger for - mutilation and death.
The newspaper account reads like a thousand other cases of the kind:
-- The nude and mutilated body of a young woman identified as Shirley W., 25, of Lakeside, was found in an alley off Southern Blvd. below the Way ley bridge, by children playing at the scene. There was no immediate indication by the coroner's office as to whether the girl had been raped, but there was evidence of severe beating, stabbing and savage mutilation, according to police.
The girl was last seen alive at the Rooster Bar on South Main, which she reportedly left at about ten o'clock in the company of two unidentified men. Police believe that she was killed about midnight and the body later dumped in the alley. --
Those who knew Shirley only slightly or not at all were horrified at the tragedy of a beautiful young girl with everything to live for being slaughtered so senselessly. The police were puzzled that she could have been so reckless as to go alone to the Rooster Bar, a notorious hangout for degenerates. Several witnesses reported having seen her there on previous occasions.
Her friends were not surprised. They knew her habits and dark desires only too well. They had tried to rescue her more than once from disastrous situations, nursed her bruises, covered up for her, bombarded her with warnings and good advice, but all for nothing.
I talked with two of these friends of Shirley's - Hugo, who dated her off and on in earlier days, and Cora, a schoolmate from way back and still a friend in whom she sometimes confided. Cora probably knows Shirley's whole sad story better than anyone else alive.
I'll let Cora and Hugo tell that story in their own words, as they told it to me in separate interviews.
Cora - I tried every way I knew to shape her up, that poor fool, but she just wouldn't be shaped. She was a very nice and a very straight girl in the beginning - she was my best friend and did a million favors for me over the years - but she got onto this weird sex-kick when she was still in high school and she didn't want to be steered out of it.
"I need it my own particular way," she'd tell me, "so don't bug me about it." One time she said, "Look, Cora - I need you for a friend, but I need this other shit too, and if it comes to a choice - one or the other - I need the sex more than I need you. So get off my back about it, will you please?"
It was one boy that turned her onto it, when she was in twelfth grade. I used to hate his guts for doing it, but I realized later that if it hadn't been him she would have found somebody else just like him soon enough to drag her down into the shit.
Up until she met this Birdy character, she had hardly dated around at all. She used to go out with Hugo mostly, and they were making it together, but it was all very straight and ordinary. Huge - you'll see when you meet him - is a very mild boy. He'd never rape anybody in a thousand years. She used to complain to me that he didn't excite her very much when they screwed, but at that point it was just a sort of vague dissatisfaction with her. She hadn't yet discovered what she really was looking for in the way of kicks.
But one night when she went parking with Hugo down at the lake-front, this odd urge of hers first broke out into the open and started her off on this crazy whirl to disaster.
Hugo - We were parked in this place - real dark, right by the water - where we'd been a couple of times before, and we were making out there for awhile. I had her sweater off and her bra and was giving her boobs a pretty good working over, and she was sort of diddling around with my weenie. It didn't look like we were ever gonna really make it that night. I usually let her call the shots, and she didn't seem too interested for some reason.
Then the headlights from this other car flashed over us and we got scared for a second that it was the cop that used to come sneaking around the place trying to catch kids in the act, you know? But I recognized the car - it was a guy I knew from my civics class - name of Birdy - a real slob type. He was down there with this pig with huge knockers - the biggest whore in the school, bar none. Everybody had banged her, from what I heard.
I was hoping he'd go right on by and find his own spot, but he recognized me, and he and his chick got out and came right over to my car, the fucking jerks. There we are practically bare-ass on the front seat, you know? They might've known we'd be embarrassed.
But Birdy don't give a shit. He starts making all these dirty remarks that you'd expect from him - "Hey man, take her in the back seat and get comfortable. What are you doing up there - giving her driving lessons? Wanta borrow my jack?" All that kind of shit. And his stupid chick, Buffy, is giggling like an idiot.
Then he pulls off his shirt and says, "Me and Buffy's going in for a skinny dip. Wanta come?"
"No thanks," I said. I'm trying to get my goddam pants zipped up, with him and the damn whore grinning in at me. And then the next time I look up, this Buffy has pulled her dress off and is standing there completely bare-ass, holding her big cow-boobs in her hands like she's offering them for display, and squeezing them, first one and then the other.
"We gotta be going," I said. "We was just finishing." They laughed again at that and I looked around at Shirley to be sure she was all covered up decent and ready to get the hell out of there. But I nearly keeled over - she was still just sitting on the seat in plain view with her tits naked, not covering herself up or anything. And she's grinning out at these jerks like she's enjoying their company.
"What are you doing?" I said. My God, I was shocked. But not half as shocked as I was about to be.
"Let's go swimming," she said. "It'd be fun." I'm really shook. "Are you kidding? With them? We - we got no bathing suits or nothing." She laughed at me. "Chicken!" she says, and the first thing I know she's out of the car and she's pulling off her skirt. "Coming or not?" she says to me.
Shit man - I had no choice. The other two are already in the water. I can hear them yelling and splashing around. And before I know it, there's Shirley running past the front of the car and racing off down the bank, naked as a fucking jaybird. Would you believe it? I'd been banging this girl for nearly a year, but that's the first time I ever seen her completely bare-ass all over. I didn't believe my eyes!
But I figured what the hell - I better get down there, and so I stripped too and went to join the party. By the time I got to the water though, this fucking Birdy has got his clamps all over Shirley and they're splashing around together like old friends from way back. I was bullshit.
"Come on, Shirley," I'm yelling. "What are you doing?"
Meanwhile Buffy is grabbing at me, trying to get me in a wrassle with her.
"Go ahead, man," Birdy yells at me. "Help yourself. We're swapping off."
Man, I was sick! The way Shirley's laughing and screeching, you could see she was having herself a ball with this shithead. I thought she'd gone out of her fucking mind, but I guess it was just her real instincts coming out in the open for the first time in her life. Something about this slob that turned her on. I didn't understand it at the time and I never understood it afterwards with all the other slimy cocksuckers she wound up screwing around with.
But let me finish what happened that night.
This slob Buffy has got me in a strangle-hold, clobbering me with these huge medicine-ball boobies of hers and trying to get me down in the weeds. She's giving me, "Let's do it, baby - oh, daddy fuck mama," and all shit like that, and all at the top of her lungs. At the same time she's yanking hell out of my prick with her hot little hand, trying to get me hard.
But I'm not in no mood to fuck around with her or anybody else at that point. I can see Shirley up on the grass with Birdy, and they're already going at it like a fucking stag movie.
Next thing I know, Buffy is down on her knees in front of me and giving me the big suck-job, which isn't getting far, because I ain't even halfways hard. But she's gobbling away at it anyhow, and juggling my balls in her hand at the same time.
But I'm just standing there staring up the hill at them other two and getting more worried every second. Birdy's on top of Shirley, and the way his shoulders and arms are jerking around, she's either putting up a hell of a fight or else he's mauling the crap out of her just for kicks. She's been all giggly and squealy up to then, but now I get the cold chills for real all of a sudden when I hear her start this weird wailing and moaning, and she's saying, "No, Birdy. No! Agh-h-h-h! No, don't. Please - no. HELP me!"
I didn't know what the fuck he was up to, but I'd heard enough of that shit. I yanked my prick away from Buffy and went charging up the bank, ready to beat the shit out of that son of a bitch. I grabbed ahold of his arm and yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you, you bastard?"
He just shook me off and laughed at me. "Nothing wrong here at all, man. We're doing just fine."
And what really killed me was when I looked down at Shirley, and she's glaring up at me like I'm some kind of crud. And then she spits this out at me like she hates my guts or something. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here, you stupid jerk!"
I never heard her use words like that before in her life. But I didn't stick around to argue. I took the hint that I wasn't wanted. I was pretty pissed off too, the way she was acting. At that point I figured fuck her- she deserves what she gets.
So I went back to my car, put my clothes on, and I drove out of there and headed for home, taking Buffy with me. I was so mad though, I gave Buffy a belt when she tried to fuck around with me again in the car, and after that she kept her distance. When I dropped her at her house she called me a jerk too, and that made the opinion unanimous.
The next day I called Shirley. I was kind of worried about her, you know - after my temper cooled down. But she wouldn't even talk to me. It was about a month before I even saw her again. I heard from everybody else though that she was going steady with Birdy, and that was enough to make me wanta throw up.
Cora - Shirley told me all about that night with Birdy. She said she always thought Birdy was an ugly boy, and she didn't know why she had the sudden urge to go in swimming with him.
But when she got down to the shore of the lake and saw him naked in the water, she got a weird sexy feeling at the sight of him - especially his prick, which was so much bigger than Hugo's. She wondered what it would look like when it got hard - would it be even bigger still?
While she was standing there in the shallow water, wondering and shivering, Birdy came splashing in and grabbed her and pulled her into deep water with him. From there on she just let him do whatever he wanted to her, she said. He was terribly clumsy and rough and dirty-talking, but it just seemed to make her all the more excited and tingly. She'd never felt that way before. She'd always been very cautious and touchy with Hugo, but with Birdy she hardly cared at all what he did or said to her or anything. He screwed the shit out of her that night, and she even sucked him off, something she never thought she'd do in a million years to any boy. From there on she became Birdy's full-time chick, body and soul.
Birdy had never had a living doll like this before in his life, and he just flipped. Before that he always ran around with the worst kind of slobs, and now he had one of the real prize beauties of the school all of a sudden for his own little pet pussy.
It didn't take him long to find out that she didn't give a crap how he treated her. In fact, the rougher he got, the better she seemed to like it. And being the kind of prick he was, he made sure that everybody in the school knew that he had this gorgeous chick crawling on her hands and knees and licking his ass for him.
Right in front of everybody he'd pinch her on the fanny and make dirty remarks about her - call her his "little blow-jobber" and shit like that. Poor idiot Shirley - her reputation went from a hundred percent pure down to absolute zero in about one week.
And from there, things went from bad to worse. Birdy started to get tired of her after awhile. He'd pretty well used her up every way that gave him kicks - she let him do anything he wanted, I guess -and there was no more fun for him of dragging the proud beauty down to his level of slobbiness. She was already down as low as she could get.
So he tried to kiss her off, but she still kept hanging around him, begging him to take her back - promising him she'd do anything -anything for him. I wasn't seeing her much by then. We'd had a big screaming fight when I told her that she was letting Birdy turn her into a tramp, and where was her pride, and all that shit. She just told me to go fuck myself.
But the other girls in school kept me up to date on what was happening. I heard that Birdy decided to test out her promise that she'd do "anything" for him. He set up a sex-party for a bunch of his buddies and invited them all to bang Shirley in a big free-for-all orgy. But Shirley took a screaming fit and ran out when she found out what was the plan. She wasn't quite ready for that level of action yet.
But it didn't matter. In the next month or so every one of those bastards at the party got to screw her anyhow. She began dating everybody in sight and she just went wild - a different boy every night of the week. And since she'd developed a taste already for the roughest kind of sex, she wound up making it with all the roughest, dirtiest boys around.
From that she got involved with a bunch of motorcycle bums - the Blue Eagles - real scum of the earth. She became one of their dolls, which was the same as the lowest type of sex-slave- just a free whore for the whole gang, is what it amounted to.
Hugo knows more about that. Ask him.
Hugo - I didn't give a shit about that fucking j bitch anymore by that time. I was just a jerk as far as she was concerned, and she was nothing but a bum in my book. I kept hearing stories about her - the kind of shit she was putting up with from those motorcycle bastards she hung around with. Usually a girl as pretty as her would be some guy's private chick in the gang, but by that time she was such a raging fucking hot-pants that no one stud could do the job for her. So after three or four guys in the gang tried to keep her serviced, they finally just gave it up and tossed her into the common pool with the other whores and slobs that get passed around! For everybody's pleasure, and the ones they beat up on for kicks when they're feeling aggressive. She was into the complete gang-bang scene by that time. Absolutely insatiable.
This was all just what I'd heard from other kids, and I didn't believe it necessarily. Well, I guess I did, but it didn't seem possible to me, knowing how she'd been before. But then one night I got a first-hand demonstration.
The Blue Eagles used to get a big charge out of freaking out square folks. They loved to move in one a roadside restaurant or a private gathering of some kind and just take it over - terrorize the shit out of everybody in the place. They'd threaten to screw all the women there and carve up the men, or something real pleasant like that.
And then they'd usually put on a show, like pretending to drag this chick in from outside that they'd supposedly kidnapped, and they'd strip her down and rape her right up there in front of everybody, with the girl screeching bloody murder. All the time it was going on they'd be pointing their fingers at chicks in the crowd, saying, "You're next, baby. You're gonna be number two on line." They'd have everybody in the room scared shitless.
There'd usually be at least one brave bastard in the square crowd that would demand they "release that poor girl," but of course the girl they were gang-banging was actually one of their own gang-chicks. I heard that Shirley played this scene quite a lot with them. She was a good actress, and of course rape scenes were her big thing anyhow. And she really dug it, getting balled like that in front of a large, horrified audience.
So I'll tell you how I ran onto one of these scenes one night, just by pure accident. I was in the Coffee Cup Cafe down at the lake-front where a lot of students hang out, and all of a sudden a whole gang of these Blue Eagles came busting in - guys and chicks all together. They went around the room, hassling a lot of the kids, but I was sort of off in a corner and they didn't come near me. I was looking them over though, wondering if Shirley was with them, but I didn't recognize her right off, and when I finally did spot her I got quite a shock.
Her hair was all frizzed out like in Afro-style, only it was bleached practically white. And her pretty blue eyes were almost out of sight under heavy black circles of makeup that make her face look like a skull. She had on a grubby tee-shirt and skin-tight blue jeans, and the way her boobs were lollygagging around, you could tell she wasn't wearing no bra.
They started up the juke box and then a couple of the chicks hopped on the counter and began dancing around the coffee urn with a whole lot of tit action on display. That must have been one of the membership requirements in that gang for chicks. They all seemed to have oversized knockers, I couldn't help notice.
After the music got rocking pretty good, one of the chicks that was dancing pulled off her tee-shirt and started shaking her naked jugs all over the place. One of the gang, a guy with a bristly mustache, yelled out, "Who wants to dance with this gorgeous topless chick? Volunteers! Speak up, man. Who's gonna be first? Very friendly chick - no shit. Now's your chance of a lifetime, man. Raise hands for firsts."
Nobody had the nerve to volunteer. They knew they'd be asking for trouble, getting mixed up with a Blue Eagle chick, even though they'd been invited. But the mustache cat picked out a kid I knew, Vic Moten, and he pulled him up out of his seat. Vic was a meek little guy and he looked like he was gonna break down and cry.
"I got a volunteer here. Up on the stage, man. You get the first dance. Let's see if you can keep up with Crabby."
They lifted him onto the stage and Crabby moved up right close to him and shook her bare boobs in his face. "Dance, baby - dance!" she yelled. "Shake that thing!"
She pushed her hips forward and bumped her crotch against him. "Go man, go. Turn it on!"
He backed away from her and then started shuffling his feet and moving around awkwardly in a half-ass little try at dancing. We all laughed - a nervous laugh - figuring any of us might be next up there, and who knew what kind of shit these guys had planned for us? They weren't letting anybody leave the premises.
Then Crabby and the other chick closed in on poor sweating Vic, front and rear, and they wedged him in between them, grinding their boobs and bellies against him and rubbing their hands over his prick and ass and everything. He looked like he didn't know whether to shit or go blind.
Everybody was relaxing a little more now and laughing pretty good. The next thing, the girls started unbuttoning Vic's shirt and undoing his belt, and they went ahead taking his clothes off. The whole place was in an uproar by that time. They stripped him down completely, and then Crabby dropped her jeans and she was naked too. She still kept on dancing around him, pulling at his prick and tickling his balls, and every now and then she'd grab him in a big hug and rub herself all over him.
The Blue Eagle guys were clapping their hands and yelling to him, "Come on, man - get it up! Hard-on-hard-on! What's wrong-you dead? Get hard, baby-get hard. You're killing Crabby's confidence, man!"
But I guess Vic was too nervous to respond. And the other chick wasn't helping him none. She stayed behind him and every now and then she'd reach up under his ass and give him a goose or grab at his balls, and he'd jump about a foot in the air.
But then came the main event. A couple of guys set Vic down on his knees and they blindfolded him, and then they made him lift up his head and stick his tongue out and keep it flicking around in the air. Then Crabby came at him, all straddle-legged, and laid her spread cunt up over his face and dropped it down slowly until it connected with his tongue, and that was the goddamdest crazy scene you ever seen - no shit. I don't believe Vic ever did know what the hell was happening. All he knew was that some unidentified object was brushing over his tongue and squashing on his mouth now and then. That wild chick was dragging her slit up and down against him and getting her clit diddled, sight unseen.
"Beau-tee-full!" the guy with the mustache yelled. "Next week, man, they're going on the Ed Sullivan Show with this act."
They let Vic go finally, and Crabby got down off the counter and my little old ex-girlfriend Shirley herself climbed up there. She had already peeled off her jeans, and all she had on was this long loose tee-shirt that hung down to her hips like a skimpy mini-dress. She started dancing around to the music right away, kicking her legs out sideways and doing bumps, so everybody was getting all kinds of ringside views of her bare ass and her naked snatch. I couldn't believe that this was the same girl who used to be so sweet and shy not too long ago. I could see then that all the stories I'd been hearing about her were true without no doubt.
I also could see some other things that shook me up pretty good. On one cheek of her ass there was tattooed the word BLUE, and on the other it said EAGLES. That really gave me a sick feeling in my gut, that she'd let 'em do that to her.
There were other little blue markings on her arms and legs in three or four places, but I couldn't make out what those were supposed to be from where I was. I think it was names of guys that she'd belonged to. She also had shaved all the hair off her pussy for some reason. Probably to get rid of crabs, Cora figured when I told her.
But the biggest jolt of all was when she opened her mouth in a great big shit-eating smile and there was a big gap there where her front teeth should have been - uppers and lowers. My God!
Then the mustache started up again. "Okay, now - who wants to dance with Piggy? Just look at that gorgeous chick up there."
Piggy! That must have been the name they gave her.
"Second volunteer. Who's gonna be second? You never danced until you dance with Piggy, man. She'll light your wick, by God."
All the guys huddled down a little lower in their seats, especially me. I didn't want no part of this shit. I was pretty relieved when they grabbed a big old dumb jerk from the manual arts and dragged him up to the counter. I'd lots rather see him on that platform being made a fool of by that fucking bitch Shirley than have me up there. She'd made enough of a fool out of me already.
They got the big lummox up alongside Shirley and started him dancing, and they went through the same routine again, taking his clothes off and all that. But he was pretty good-natured about it and seemed to be having a ball for himself. Shirley meanwhile had pulled off her tee-shirt, and once she and the guy were both naked, they went into a wild fucking dance together - stomping all over the counter and kicking and shaking their parts around, with everybody clapping and stamping their feet and whistling.
All I can say is, Shirley looked like the biggest fucking whore in all creation up there, shaking her tits all over the place - she even had a tattoo on one boob, for God's sake! And she was spreading her legs out towards the crowd and pulling her cunt-lips apart for everybody to see, and then she'd rub her body up against that big jerk and grab onto his prick and balls and press her pussy against it. What a pig!
After awhile she started working on his prick with a vengeance, pumping it hard in her fist, and this guy wasn't as inhibited as the last one. He came up to a pretty good hard-on without no trouble at all. The place was in a fucking uproar by then.
Then Shirley moved in close to him again and the guy crouched down a little and laid his big weenie up under her crotch, and she settled down onto it and he slipped right up inside her - no shit. He actually ran his prick up her pussy! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. And then they started dancing around again, locked together like that, belly to belly, with his prick stuffed up in her slot right to the hilt. Everybody in the joint was flipping, but I was thinking -- what kind of a pig are you, Shirley? Fucking with some slob right out in a public place!
And she was having a ball for herself-no question. Nobody twisted her arm to make her do this. They began humping their hips together and then she backed up against the coffee urn and braced herself there and the guy started really socking it to her. They were actually fucking - the guy was pumping his prick up into her like crazy - no shit!
I wasn't getting too much charge out of it, frankly. It just proved to me how much these Blue Eagle bastards gave a shit about her. If she was any kind of special chick of theirs, they wouldn't be letting some jerk ball her right in front of a crowd of squares.
She was yelling out now, "Oh-h fuck me, baby! Oh-h, do that thing! Oh-h sock it to me! Oh-h, shit man! Oh-h fuck fuck fuck!" And her yelling and whooping got more and more crazy and shrill as she went along. You could see that she was going into a higher and higher orbit right before our eyes - flipped right out of her fucking mind.
And when this cat popped his nuts after awhile and pulled his dink out of her, she was just beginning to get her engines warmed up. She wanted them to drag some other dumb schmuck up out of the crowd and give her another round of pussy-pumping while she was still juiced-up and ready for it. But they'd had their kicks. The freak-show was all over for the gang, and they picked up their marbles and took off. Shirley looked like she was pretty pissed off and pouty, but she pulled on her tee-shirt and ran out after them.
As far as I could tell she never did notice me there in the room watching her, and I was goddam glad of that. It would have been just like her to decide to have "a little fun" with me in front of all that crowd, and I didn't need that kind of fun, thanks. She'd made enough of a fool out of me already, like I said before.
But you see what I mean about her? After that night's performance I didn't have no doubts anymore about what she'd turned into. A fucking all-out whore!
Cora- She wasn't with the Eagles very long after that. I heard from her off and on - she'd come around to my place and cry on my shoulder about what a mess she was in with this or that boy and what terrible things they were doing to her. But I could never really help her much. She didn't want to change her ways. She was only happy, that stupid kid, when there was some bastard treating her like a pig. That had become her whole thing in life.
I guess she was about as happy as she ever was when she was running around with the Blue Eagles, cause there she had all those bums beating her and banging her constantly, just the way she craved it. But it was too good to last. They soon got tired of their pet "Piggy" and tossed her out with the garbage. There was a big chick turnover in that outfit. They liked a constant supply of raw meat, those hungry bastards, and there were plenty more fresh young pussies where she came from - stupid cows, just begging to be taken over and screwed, blued, and tattooed by a bunch of creeps in leather jackets.
So she was on her own again and she went back to screwing around with everybody and his brother. But with all she'd been through, she wasn't exactly the young, sweet, beautiful girlchild she had been, especially with her front teeth gone, and her face otherwise beginning to show the signs of wear and tear, so it was only the riff-raff and the creeps and the rough-house boys that would bother with her any more. That's when she got started boozing quite a lot and she would hang around pickup bars and go off with any bastard who'd lay out fifty cents for a drink. She never was a hustler actually-just a free-and-easy pickup. She wasn't looking for a payoff - just a couple of shots of booze to light her fire and then a good stiff bang with a lot of muscle behind it. She didn't give a damn if it was in somebody's cozy apartment or on a pile of garbage bags in a back alley in a driving rain. Just as long as it was rough and dirty all the way.
So it's hardly any surprise the way it ended for her. I knew it was coming sooner or later, and she'd just laugh when I would tell her so.
"It's the only way to die," she'd say. "Getting killed is the only thing in the world that can top getting screwed. And it's about the only thing I haven't tried yet. Who knows? I might find out I like it. Wouldn't that be a groove - dying and having a big fantastic orgasm at the same time?"
I just hope she got her wish.