Chapter 5
Willy puttered around in the kitchen. He was getting hungry but there wasn't much food left in the house. He had made sure before leaving for his sister's place that he kept his shopping to a minimum. And now the cabinets were empty. He decided to go to town and pick up a few things.
He was humming as he went back upstairs to Joan. She was crying when he entered the room.
"There now. There's nothing to cry about. You should be glad that I'm helping you like this."
"What? Helping me! You animal!" she screamed at him as he let her down from the rings.
Her body sagged and her legs crumpled under her. Willy put his arm around her waist and dragged her to the bed. He threw her down onto the mattress and tied her hands and feet again. Rummaging around in the closet, he found an old dusty blanket and tossed it over her, smoothing the edges.
"There, now. That should keep you warm until I get back."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
But Willy didn't answer. He walked out of the room and closed the door softly behind him. He could hear her crying as he descended the stairs and he shrugged his shoulders.
It was a sunny, crisp day and Willy decided to walk to town. He took the same wooded path that he had steered Joan along and soon the low buildings were in sight. He stepped lively along the street and smiled as the birds twittered in the trees.
The whole town lay before him in a gleaming panorama and he stopped to take a deep breath. The store wasn't far and Willy stepped lively and entered, smelling groceries, fresh bread and vegetables and his mouth watered.
He didn't speak to anyone, put the cans and packages in his cart and paid when the clerk rang up his bill. He took the shopping bag and swung it over his back and looked up the hill as he stepped onto the street again. It was getting warmer and Willy was thirsty and he smacked his dry lips as he gazed at a large, painted glass of beer on a sign across the street.
He skipped across the street and pushed the door to the tavern. The place was dim and he stood for a moment until his eyes adjusted to the light. The bartender was alone behind the bar and the tinny odor of stale beer tickled Willy's nose as he stepped up to the counter.
"How about a cool one?" he said and placed his shopping bag on the floor.
The bartender smiled and saluted, took a tall wet glass and drew a foamy beer. Willy took it from the man's hand before he had a chance to set it on the bar and tilted it to his mouth. The foam bubbled and fizzed on his lips and the golden liquid washed down his dry throat. It felt good and he sighed as he slammed the empty glass on the bar and pushed it forward. The bartender gripped it with his meaty fist and filled it again slowly.
Willy took another drink, emptying half the glass this time and smiled at the man leaning on the counter as he set it down.
"Hey! Hey, Willy," a voice called out behind him.
Willy turned in time to see a familiar face. Tom stood framed in the doorway of the bar and came forward quickly and slapped his friend on the back. They shook hands vigorously and Willy felt the strong grip crushing his hand.
"Wow," he exclaimed, shaking his fingers. "You still got a mean grip. Where have you been? I haven't seen you for a long time. That's a real mean grip."
Tom's broad face flashed a smile and he clapped Willy on the shoulder. His strong fingers curled around Willy's neck and he shook him.
"In the city. But man-look at you. You look skinny. What the hell you been doing?"
"Not much," Willy said quietly and a picture of Joan's gleaming body flashed through his mind.
"Bartender," Tom boomed, "bring us some whiskey and a couple of beer chasers." He turned to Willy and studied his face. The thin lines were very pronounced near Willy's eyes-deep, like tiny black slits. "I been doing good-selling insurance outside the city. Man-you sure get to meet some nuts."
Willy flinched. The bartender brought their drinks and set them on the bar in front of them. He leaned on his elbows and grinned as Tom related a story about a woman he had called on to discuss insurance.
"She was a beauty, see-fat, hair in curlers, housedress all shredded around the hemline. She was chewing a big wad of gum that bulged in her cheeks as her mouth worked. She let me in and next thing I knew, I was surrounded by a screaming bunch of kids. I tried to be polite, tickled the kids and asked them their names, the old lady standing by all the while, chewing her gum and swallowing. She leaned against the wall and watched me fight the kids off. It must have been a good ten minutes before she asked me what I wanted. Insurance, I said. Oh, she answers, and stays against the wall like it's going to fall if she moves. Well, I send the kids off to play and the broad stares at me. Insurance, she says and walks away," he continued in a surprised voice. "So help me, the broad walks into the other room and I'm standing there like an idiot. Well, I was ticked off, let me tell you."
"What did you do?" Willy asked eagerly.
"Well, I get ready to walk out. There's no telling what this broad is doing. I get to the door, when I hear her call me-Mr. Insurance, she calls. Come in the other room."
Willy and the barman cackled when Tom said that the woman called him Mr. Insurance.
"Go on," Willy urged his friend.
"Well," he continued, narrowing his eyes, "I go toward the voice. It wasn't easy, what with all the toys and things laying all over the floor. She calls again, the kids are running around the living room and hollering and hitting each other. I go in the room-and there she is-laying stark naked on the bed."
"Damn!" the barman shouted.
There was a pause.
"Yep," he continued, "that's the truth and would you believe? That broad had the finest figure I've ever seen. She let her hair down, spread it all over the pillow, and it shined like gold around her face. And her eyes were calm and blue. Her mouth wasn't hard anymore. Damn! I thought for a minute that it was somebody else there on that bed. She was wonderful! Her breasts were soft and had little pink nipples. I remember wondering how come a broad with all them kids had such fine tits. Man, her belly was flat and her thighs were smooth as silk."
"What happened, man?" the barman shouted.
"She reaches up and points to the door and I close out the howling kids. Then she throws me a kiss and kind of squirms a little and tells me in this deep, sexy voice to take my clothes off. Wow! I was undressed before you could blink your eye and on top of that mountain of flesh. She kissed down my belly and licked my legs until she got to my cock.
"It was wild.
"Last I seen it, she swallowed it whole, sucking that beautiful red head and licking my balls, tickling my ass. Well, I had enough and I spread her legs easy and rammed the old rod home. She starts moaning and groaning and squirming and shaking under me until the bed creaked and I thought the whole thing was going to come down. I let her have the whole thing and she twists and turns and whines and I thought the kids would hear. But she pulls me down on those beautiful tits and I start sucking them until this broad goes crazy, pumping up against me until I figured she'd ram me apart. Them white thighs worked like hammers until she stiffened and screamed, dug her nails in my back and damned if she didn't shoot a load that would choke a horse. Then she starts whining for me to come and I worked her good, ramming my prick into her 'til she screamed for mercy.
"She wouldn't let me pull out, twisting her legs around me and pleading with me to fuck her death.
"It was really wild."
There was a pause.
"What did you do then?" the barman asked.
"I didn't know what was going on. The way this broad was, her old man could walk in any minute and I tell her, so she says she don't have an old man-she hasn't had a man for a year. Well-I don't believe that see-I've met too many nuts, so I get up but the broad grabs my cock again. She swallows it again all the way and licks it until it gets rock hard and raring to go. I let her have the whole thing in her mouth-fucked her face good-slid it in and out of her mouth while she tickled my balls with her hand. I could see the wild look in her eyes as she sucked the hell out of me-made all kinds of weird noises-and then finally, I shot in her mouth. Man, she sucked me dry-drank every drop and licked my prick and my balls. I was done for after that, but she wouldn't hear of it. She held on to my prick and made me lay down. She leans over, dragging those beautiful tits all over me and burning me with her hard nipples. They were pointed now and almost sharp, I tell you. Then she's on me again, kissing my chest and my belly, down to my legs and even my feet. She sucks my skin and then finally puts my prick in her face again.
"Man, she sucked my cock until I thought I would kill her. But she pulls away all of a sudden and climbs up over me and wouldn't you know? She tries to sit on my cock."
"What do you mean, sit on it?" Willy said.
"She tried to get that lovely big ass on my prick. Well, I have to admit, she gave it a good try, grunting and pushing her ass-hole on my prick. But this big thing," he whispered, rubbing his pants, "it wouldn't squeeze in so she had to be satisfied with the regular way. Man! She humped me silly, jerking up and down on me and crashing down on my belly. Her hair was flying all around her like a golden spray and her face was all screwed up like she was in pain. Then she fell on me and bit my chest and licked my face and came hot and fast. She shivered all over and shook those tits in my face and moaned and kept right on pumping. My cock was all slippery and her whole body was stiff. She tried to come again and get me to go too, but she was too wet. She got off and turned her ass to me, those beautiful round, white bulbs just begging to be split open. I took my cock and rammed her tight little hole and she howled animal. Her ass clung to me and I slipped in, feeling that muscle jerk the skin of my cock and it drove me crazy as I looked down at her on all fours like a beaten animal, moaning and rearing her head every time I hammered up into her. Her tits were swinging from side to side and her hair covered her face like a cloak and I fucked her like a horse and blew up in her, coming in big loads of beautiful, hot cream. She fell on her face when I finished-almost slipped onto the floor."
"Did you leave then?" the barman asked excitedly.
"She got up then and smiled at me and went to the closet. She came out a minute later with a long, wide garrison belt with a big ugly buckle on the end. Hold it sister, I told her. I don't go for that. She grinned real crazy like and held it out to me. 'Don't worry, she said, I want you to use it on me. Man! I took one look at that thing, and I knew it would tear her in half. I said no-it would kill her. Well-the broad just grins and says her ex-husband used to be a marine and he beat her with it all the time. She had to have it, she says. Man. I don't go for those nuts, so I got dressed and left that joint with the broad running naked after me through the house and begging me to come back with her. The kids didn't even look. What a sight! Those beautiful tits bouncing and that juicy cunt with a big puff of blonde hair. First time I ever had a real blonde," he said absently.
The room was silent after Tom had told his wild story. The bartender stared at him, waiting for more and then realized that the story was over. He grinned self-consciously and rubbed his pants.
"Wow. What a wild story. But all that didn't really happen, did it?"
"Listen," Tom whispered, "if I told you half the things I've run into, you would have a wet dream for the rest of your days."
"Well, true or not, it's worth one on the house," the barman said, and brought two fresh beers and the whiskey bottle.
"Leave the bottle," Willy said as the man poured. "Tom and me got some serious drinking to do."
Tom moved closer to the bottle and poured another drink. He smiled at Willy and raised his glass. They both swallowed and gasped as the warm whiskey took their breaths away and Willy grabbed for his beer.
"Hell of a story," Willy commented. "But was it all true? I mean-no offense, but you hear so many wild ones these days."
"Willy old pal," Tom said, clapping his friend on the back, "I wouldn't he to you. Take my word for it."
"That's what I thought," Willy said, "but everyone seems to be trying to top the latest story they heard." Then his voice became a whisper and he motioned Tom to lean closer.
"I heard a wild one only this week. Seems some guy had a young girl. Met her on the bus. A fella about our age was taking a short trip and met a young college girl on a bus. He started up a conversation with her and before he knew it, they were tumbling on the back seat."
Tom's eyes lit up and he grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
"Possible," he observed. "Possible, but very unlikely. What would a young chicken want with an old geezer anyway, with all the toughs roaming around full of energy. She could probably have had anyone, unless of course she was a beast."
"Not according to this guy," Willy said. Then after a pause for another drink, he continued, "But that ain't all. The guy lured her to his house and tied her up and he says he kept her for a long time."
Tom frowned. "A cuckoo," he observed. "Guy like that has got bullshit for blood. You can't expect me to believe that he would first pick up a beautiful young broad and second lure her to his place and keep her a prisoner. Bah!" he hissed and took a drink of beer. "She'd scream her guts out and have the cops on his ass in a minute."
Willy smiled knowingly and motioned to the bartender to refill their glasses. When he walked away again, Willy resumed his story.
"Not if the guy lived outside of town and was careful not to let anyone see him taking her there." He stared at his reflection in the mirror on the other wall. He twisted his mouth and rubbed his eye and then looked at Tom. His friend seemed to be pondering something and Willy cleared his throat.
"Come here a minute," Tom said, taking him by the arm and leading him to a far corner of the room. "Are you drunk? Do you know what you're saying?"
"I feel the booze but I know what I said," Willy assured him.
Tom scratched his head, frowned, then shook vigorously.
"Willy-your house-it's a bit outside of town, isn't it?"
Willy shook his head and grinned.
"The story-some guy told you-right?"
Willy didn't move.
"Willy-you can't mean that you-that you have a-a girl in your place and she's-uh-a prisoner?" he asked incredulously.
Willy leaned back against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. He was bubbling with excitement as he watched Tom's eyes flash in his head and beads of sweat pop on his skin. Tom raised his trembling hand and wiped his forehead.
"Tell me that you're kidding-there's no girl-you made it all up."
Wily shook his head slowly. He almost burst now as the words formed in his mind and he watched the look of disbelief slowly fade from his friend's face.
"What would you think if I told you that the guy in the story is me and I have the most beautiful-err-house guest you've ever laid eyes on."
Tom staggered back and held up both hands. He backed away and Willy stood up straight. He was angry with himself now for telling the man. The fool was frightened-that was evident.
"Stay right here," Tom stammered. "I'll get the whiskey and you stay right here."
Willy grinned again and sat in the empty booth. Tom came back with the bottle and glasses and filled them to the brim. He took his drink in his shaking hand and spilled some of the brown liquid, then gulped it down in one sip.
"Come on," he said. "Out with it. What have you got?"
Willy sat back with a satisfied look on his face and drank slowly. He let the whisky roll over his tongue and slide back to his throat. His throat bobbed when he swallowed.
"It's all true," he began absently. "The bus and the girl. I was already sitting in the middle when she got on. I was on my way back from my sister's place and this lovely creature gets on the bus and goes all the way back to the big seat. There were a few old ladies on the bus, but not enough people to worry about, so when we made a stop, I talked to the girl. The rest was easy."
Willy went on to tell Tom what had taken place, how they stayed together in the back of the bus until they got to town. The old driver left and then the bus wouldn't start. Willy asked the guy how long it would be before he would get rolling.
"He was a replacement driver so he didn't know the girl was supposed to get back on. I told her I would give the guy my number and she could come up to the house and eat. She believed me. I went over to the guy and asked him for the time. She thought I was telling him my number. When we got there, a sleeping pill in her drink did the trick-the rest you already know."
Tom took another big drink and sat back in his seat. He was sweating profusely, large drops rolling down his face.
"What's wrong, Tom? You don't look so good."
"I-I'm sitting here, listening to your story, and somehow I can't picture it-it's too much for me."
"Have another drink. You can believe me," Willy said. "Have another drink and relax. If you want me to prove it-" he watched his friend's eyes widen, "-you can come up and see when we've finished here."
Tom was fidgeting nervously in his seat. Willy smiled at his friend's confusion. He took another drink and filled Tom's glass, gestured toward it and then sipped his whiskey.
Tom raised the glass to his lips and spilled some of the drink on his hand and down his chin. His fingers shook uncontrollably and he set the thick glass back on the table. His chest puffed as he took a deep breath and leaned forward.
"All right. I may be nuts too, but this I've got to see," he whispered as his eyes followed the man behind the bar.
They got up and Willy retrieved his bag of groceries. Tom paid their bill and they said goodbye to the barman and walked out the door. The fat barman shook his head as he wiped the rings of water from the counter.
"Some storyteller," he remarked out loud and laughed.