Chapter 2
BILLY'S BLUES
"Riiinng! Riiinng!" the phone blared, jarring Billy's skull to new heights of pain.
"Yeah, yeah, what is it?" he said sleepily into the receiver, softly cursing the moron who would dare call him before twelve noon.
"Hello Billy, Eddie here. Listen, we've got this great chick over here. Butch brought her home last night and now she says she wants to live here! I thought maybe you might want to come over and get a little action before she decides to change her mind. She thinks we're going to let her sing."
"No, no thanks, Eddie. I'm not up to it right now. Thanks anyway."
"Sure Billy, I understand. Well, in case you didn't know it, Carmine managed to get us a contract for a big concert. We got to start getting our shit together. She'll probably be calling you about rehearsals and things."
"Yeah, that sounds groovy. I think I can do it."
"Okay, well, I'll be seein' you soon then."
"Right. So long Eddie."
"Yeah, so long."
Billy hung up the phone and rolled over in the bed. His head pounded like a bell gong. He rolled over roughly and yanked the covers off the pretty blonde who lay next to him.
"Come on, Billy. What'd you do that for?"
"Oh shut up," Billy murmured to her, burying his head in the pillow, trying to crush out the throbbing in his skull.
"Billy, please," the blonde voice whimpered again, her long-fingered hands reaching out to pull the blanket. They tugged helplessly until Billy's grip loosened.
She slid the cover back over her blonde, shapely form and snuggled up against Billy's back.
"Come on honey, do you want me to get you some hot coffee?"
"No, leave me alone," Billy said gruffly.
She reached around him and stroked his stomach with her sensitive fingers. "Just go to sleep, baby. You've got to sleep it off. No one can drink as much as you and not have a splitting headache the next day. It's a wonder you're not dead."
Billy began to snore again as the pretty hand stroked his chest and mingled with his chest hairs. He felt her pull them lightly, causing him a slight pain, but it felt delicious compared to what was happening in his head. The dull pounding head throb seemed to be cut into by the sharp pains of the hair pulling.
Billy felt better as the pain dissipated. He lapsed into strange, color-filled dreams and recalled something about a phone call and a concert or something or other. His mind seemed to jell together the pounding headache and the phone call memory.
Voices called to him and beckoned him. He stumbled about in his dream, reaching out for phone calls and feeling the tickling of someone's palm on his chest.
"Oh Billy, just take it easy, doll. I'll fix you something nice and hot."
Billy awoke at the sound of the voice and looked around. He watched the pretty blonde thing gracefully slide out of his bed and move across the littered floor to the stained sink. She filled a kettle full of water. He watched her naked form, her beautifully rounded buttocks, and her finely tapered legs. His cock began to harden and pushed up the blanket that lay loosely over him.
"Come here," Billy said suddenly, forgetting his head pains.
"What do you want, Billy? I'm fixing you some coffee."
"I want you," Billy said, grabbing her delicate arm and yanking her into the bed with him.
He threw off the blanket and pulled the small blonde on top of him. His giant cock jutted up between her legs. He put his big stubby hands on her milk white buttocks and massaged the soft flesh. "Do you ever have enough?" the blonde asked Billy quietly, kissing him on the lips.
"Of course not, honey. But what do you care? I'm paying for it." Billy kissed her hard on the mouth now, biting her very red lips and jamming his big tongue all the way into her mouth.
"Mmmm," the blonde said, sucking in turn on Billy's tongue. She kissed him back, twisting her head from side to side so he could get a better taste of her. She then pulled her face from his and pulled her knees up toward his chest on the bed beside him.
She raised herself slightly in this squatting position and maneuvered his tall cock so it pointed straight up beneath her pussy hole. She settled slowly on the long shaft as it slid in her, jamming her up all the way to the end of her tunnel.
"You're so warm, honey," Billy said, closing his eyes and beginning to thrust upward with his bony hips.
She rested her face beside his on the pillow and pushed the bone of her cunt into his pubis. She pushed hard, rotating it constantly and moving to meet his cock thrusts.
"Crush me, Billy. Crush me!" she screamed as her rounded hip motions became wilder and more uncontrolled.
Billy quickly flipped the small blonde on her back, and with his cock still in her, slammed his full two hundred forty pounds onto her small frame.
"Ohh, that's it, Billy. Ram me, ram me!" The honey blonde pushed her pussy skyward as best she could under the crushing pressure of Billy's hulk. She ended up squirming under him, squeezing his giant cock with her well-exercised and experienced pussy muscles.
The giant rod bulged within her as Billy slid the monster in and out, plunging fervently back and forth in her tiny, slippery hole. She felt his cock grow bigger inside her. She felt the fat tip ramming her end deep within her innards, almost hurting her.
Suddenly, the pussy muscles that surrounded the cock began to contract and squeeze the large organ. At the same time she felt the monster dick grow phenomenally big and burst forth inside her with great gobs of sperm.
"That was nice," Billy said, panting and resting his big bulk as lightly as he could on the small female. "I really liked it."
Billy rested as the lady beneath him breathed hard, pushing him slightly with her downy breasts each time she inhaled. Billy closed his eyes and felt the pounding headache begin again, first in the very front of his brain, and then slowly back toward his temples.
"Ohhh, it's back again."
"What, honey?" the blonde said sweetly.
"My head. Ohh!" Billy continued to groan and rolled off the shapely woman.
"I'll get you your coffee," the blonde said, lifting her feet off the bed and sitting there for a second watching the big man. "What was that phone call about before, Billy? Was it anything important?"
"Huh? What phone call?" Billy held his forearm over his eyes and groaned quietly as he spoke.
"The phone call, don't you remember?"
"Ohh, I think I do. I don't know what it was about. Something about a rehearsal with the band. They'll call back."
The blonde woman got up and moved across to the stove. Her fluffy white breasts bounced ever so softly as she walked and her blonde pussy hair glistened with the excess come that dripped from her pussy opening.
"Want some coffee?"
"Yeah, thanks," Billy said. "Can you bring it over here?"
"Sure honey. Just stay where you are. I don't want you to hurt your head none."
The prostitute brought Billy a steaming cup of coffee. She sat on the bed beside him as he gulped it.
"I don't think I can give you more than ten dollars today," Billy said to the pretty woman as he stared into her eyes. She had brown eyes. The hair on her head and pussy were bleached.
"That's okay, Billy. But you got to have it for me next time. I use up a lot of time staying here all night with you. I could be making big money."
"I know, honey. I'll have it for you. Listen, is there anything to drink around? I could use a little swig of something."
"Nope, nothing that I can see," the blonde woman said as she walked over to the one tattered chair in the room and got her clothes. "You better lay off that stuff awhile anyway, Billy. That's no damn good for you. It can kill you."
"I know what I'm doing," Billy retorted. "Just take your money out of my pants pocket and leave me enough to get something to eat."
He watched her dress. She was the best and prettiest prostitute he knew. She was small, only about five-two, but she had a shape that would stop a regiment, and she didn't cost much.
Not having much money in his pocket to spend on her didn't prevent her from coming with him. He was always her best customer and she remembered him when times got hard. Liquor was expensive and Billy found himself drinking more and more of it these days.
"I've got to get going, honey," the pretty blonde thing said to Billy, blowing him a kiss. "You know where to find me."
"Yeah, bye-bye," Billy called after her as she walked toward the door, her ass almost visible below her extremely short skirt.
He watched her disappear and wished he had money enough to keep her with him for a week. A pretty clean thing like that did wonders for his mind. He wished he had her around all day just to prop up and look at and to feel whenever he had the notion.
Billy rested the empty coffee cup on the floor and got up out of the bed. It was after one in the afternoon and he was starving. He walked over to the mirror and stared at himself. He was twenty-eight years old already and still had nothing to show for it. Suddenly, he needed another drink.
He walked over to his bass guitar which lay exposed in its case. It was the only real thing of value that he owned. And if things didn't start getting any better real soon, he'd have to hock that, too. He yanked up his pants and began to put on his shoes when he heard the phone ring again.
"Hello," he said curiously into the receiver, unable to imagine who would be calling him this time of day.
"Hello Billy, this is Carmine. How've you been?"
"Okay, getting along, anyway."
"Well, that's good. Listen, I've got some good news. Fat Man gave us a contract for a concert in few weeks. How does that sound?"
"Well, that sounds pretty good," Billy said, his eyes brightening considerably.
"Yeah, I thought so," Carmine said. "We've got to start gettin' together for some regular rehearsals from now on. I thought we could have one today, say in about an hour."
"Sounds okay with me," Billy said.
"Alright then, I'll see you in an hour. Bye-bye."
"Right. Bye."
Billy hung up the phone and thought a minute. A concert might be a good thing, he thought. It could bring in some money for a change. And I could finally get a decent apartment and have some steady broads. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
He walked around frantically in his apartment rubbing his hands together. He grabbed his guitar from its case and plugged it into the amplifier. He turned on the power and waited for it to warm up. He then started picking the strings, trying to unlimber his fingers. It'd been a long time since he bothered to practice and the group never played any steady gigs.
His fingers began to hurt as he pulled the thick steel strings and thundering bass tones blared from the speakers. He stopped playing and threw the guitar on the bed.
"This is shit!" he said disgustedly. He shook his hand and massaged his fingers and headed out the door for a bottle of cheap wine.