Chapter 3
It was two nights earlier that the object of Dexter's affections first decided that she was going to meet him.
"He's a nobody, but Jeanette says that Daddy's interested in his idea."
On the bed, looking up at her, Jimmy Bean picked at his teeth with a toothpick.
"Gonna give him some money?"
"I don't know."
She was still dressed, though she wouldn't remain that way for long.
Tanya Sands, Jonah Sands' daughter, in a state of hopeless and continuing rebellion.
Her father had given up on her long ago, having hired men whose job it was to "make sure she doesn't do something so fucking stupid it'll cost me money," and now she did anything she wanted. Within those parameters, of course.
The fact that she was dating Jimmy Bean was seen as a permissible excursion.
"Aw fuck, I hung out with sluts when I was a kid. She wants to hang out with a scum-ball, let her," said her father, reading one of the first reports on the subject. "Just keep her out of jail, all right?"
So far jail hadn't been forthcoming, and in the offices of those charged with watching over her, Jimmy Bean was now seen as no more than a harmless misfit, worthless, but essentially too stupid to stay alive long enough to become a real problem.
"What do you think?" he said to her, watching her nimble fingers unbutton her blouse.
"You think you can get him to do it?"
"I don't know, Jimmy. This whole idea's kind of stupid."
He sat up, clouds crossing his face. "Stupid. What the fuck you think this is, girl? I don't do stupid shit, you hear? I got a line on this deal, and it's gonna be a big number. I'm telling you. We just need the financing. That's all."
"Well ... it's a shaky idea at best."
"Ain't so. You just gotta go after him. You told me the sucker's gonna be out at the place, didn't you?"
"Jimmy, I don't wanna talk about it right now. Can we just fuck? Please?"
He was wearing jockey shorts and nothing else.
By now her blouse was hanging open. Underneath her tits were held up in a couple of sheer cups that got in the way of his looking at them.
"What I want you to do," he said, "is to take that blouse off, and then take your bra off-"
"Will you please be patient! I'm getting to it-!"
"I ain't finished."
She stopped, waiting.
"Then, when you got your bra off, I want you to put your blouse back on again."
"Huh? What for?"
"Because that's what I told you I want you to do, you hear?"
"I hear. I don't see what it means to me though."
He didn't say anything. He just fixed her with his eyes, and that was all it took.
She pulled her blouse off, unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor and then slipped her blouse back on again. Her breasts both peeked out the opening in the material.
He looked at her for a long time in silence. Then he said, "Take off your jeans, but leave your panties on."
"Why?"
He said, "Because I told you, and don't give me any more shit. Christ, you're in a piss-poor mood, aren't you? What the fuck am I going to have to do? Take drastic measures?"
She didn't say anything, but she gave him a significant look.
He continued. "We been talking about this a long time, girl. You starting to back out on me? That what you're doing? You just maybe don't have the balls to tell me yet?"
She said, "I'm not backing out on you, Jimmy ... "
"I know you ain't. You're not that stupid."
Still picking his teeth. He liked tooth-picks. They kind of gave him an image, along with his steel-toed boots and his big cowboy hat that he wore everywhere he could, and a few places he ordinarily couldn't, there not being anyone at the time willing to make him take it off.
She peeled her jeans off her body, and a fine damn body it was too, by God, and then she was standing there in her panties with her titties sticking out of her shirt and she was looking just fine, thank you. Fine indeed.
He said, "Hon ... you don't really want to give me any shit about this, do you?"
She just stood there, didn't say anything.
He sat up in bed. Looked around. Saw what he was looking for.
A purple scarf. Picked it up and took hold of one of her hands.
She looked him straight in the eye now. He took her other hand and held the two of them together. Wrapped the scarf around her wrists and pulled it tight before finishing the knot.
She didn't say anything. Her body was all tense though. He knew she was getting hot already. All he had to do was reach between her legs and he'd prove that to himself.
Which was why he didn't bother testing her out yet. He was sure of himself.
He sat back and stared at her a little longer.
"Shit ... what would your Daddy say he knew you let me tie you up?"
She was shaking a little now ... now much, but enough for him to be able to see. She wasn't scared. She was hot.
He'd never seen a girl got off on it as much as she did. Tie her up, play with her, do all kinds of things to her ...
Fucking screw loose there somewhere, but that was all right. He wasn't gonna complain any.
He spread his legs a little and started to rub his balls, then pressed his hand against his cock.
"You wanna fuck my cock?"
She looked at it.
She didn't say anything, just stood there at the end of the bed with her titties hanging out. Underneath her panties her pussy was all dark and hairy and moist and warm and wet.
Dank swamp. That's what her pussy was. Like back home in Georgia. A fucking swamp, and LORD what a nest of vibrant thriving life it was, too.
He patted the bed beside him and she climbed onto the mattress.
He said, "Yeah ... you got it, you sure do. You know how to be a good little girl and behave your ass."
He put his hand on her buttocks. She was already crouched forward, ass in the air, hands out in front of her.
He pressed his hand against her buttocks and squeezed, slid a finger underneath the material and pressed against her asshole.
She made no protest. Fuck no. She loved it.
He said, "So tell me. How come you have to go and give me a lot of trouble over this now? We're already there. You got the mark, you know he's a good bet ... all you gotta do is a little thing ... that's all."
She said, "I don't know, Jimmy. It's like all of a sudden, it feels weird."
"What does? You fucking him? Shit, a horny lady like you, you'll get into it real good."
She turned away.
"Hey," he said. "I'm talking to you. How come you're turning away?"
She turned back. "Doesn't it bother you ... I mean, that I'd be fucking someone else?"
"Shit, baby, you and me both know this is your ticket out of your family, you know? I mean, you can pull up stakes and cut the ties and tell them all to go fuck themselves, and they can keep their money."
She started to roll her hips against his hand, moving slowly at first, but then, as his fingers started to concentrate more directly on her asshole, with greater pressure and intensity.
She let out a long low moan then.
"Oh, yeah ... " he said, "you see ... you and me, Babe ... we got us something ain't nothing else gonna interfere with, you follow? I mean, we got us a tight arrangement. That's all there is to it. Nothing gonna interfere with it. You gotta look positive at it, is all."
His finger was about halfway inside Tanya's asshole now. He never called her Tanya, usually just Babe, or Hon ... shit like that. He had a thing about names. People got attached to them, like they were the embodiment of their soul or something, an if you could avoid getting too hung up on their name, you could avoid a lot of other shit too, like letting them think they had you figured out. Like, when you never used a person's name ... and even better, if you could give them a new name, then you controlled them.
You became their inventor, the person who breathed life into them by coming up with the name which was what they were. People, like, they never understood how heavy names were.
That's why you had to be cool with names. You go and give someone the wrong name, you could wind up with fucking frankenstein or something.
Babe ... now that was pretty safe. The numbers on that one were kind of confused and mostly passive ... lota stresses between the 6 and the 7 and the 4. People didn't understand about numbers ... but they were the key to the fucking universe, and once you broke everything down to its essential patterns, you had the key to understanding them.
He understood her. She liked what he was doing to her now, and what he was getting ready to do to her.
Thing is, he didn't really know what he was going to do to her next ... only that he was in a mood to fuck around with her, and she'd given him the perfect cue, talking back to him and all. Like, he really needed that, right?
He had his finger all the way inside her asshole now.
"You feel that?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, kind of whimpering.
He slipped a second finger into her. "You feel that too?"
She whimpered a little more. The second finger wasn't all the way inside her like the first one was, but that was all right ... he had a lota time and a lota room.
She was starting to breathe heavier. He liked that. Made her titties move and kind of jiggle.
He slipped his hand up to her titties now, squeezed lightly on one, then the other, and then he slapped one.
She jerked hard, her ass rammed to the side and his fingers naturally jerked out of her hole.
Not without a good bit of pain, of course. That being the whole point.
She gasped and her body shuddered.
He said, "Hey ... you gotta be careful, Babe, you know? Like, you don't wanna be ripping shit on that sweet body of yours ... not by a long shot."
Her breath was coming a lot more jerky now, shuddering erratically.
He reached for her tit again, fingers encircling it like a hungry spider moving in on a trapped fly.
Her hands extended out in front of her, knuckles already white and fingers clenched tightly together.
He said, "You got a sweet body, Babe. You surely do. You got yourself one fine one. His fingers kept squeezing, pinching her nipples now, though not with extreme pressure, harder ... harder ... harder ...
Then he released her, started to chuckle, and got off the bed. "Don't you move now, you hear?"
He went into the bathroom and pissed, belched and farted at the same time.
Yeah, that was the ticket, get rid of all the excess. You needed to keep all the poisons moving out of the body, else they'd accumulate and make the brain get soggy and numb.
He thought about things for a moment, then he scratched his balls, after tucking his cock up inside his pants ... and then he decided that he had something special in mind for sweet little Tanya. Yep, show that twat a thing or two about what real lovin' was all about.
He walked over to the bookshelf, pulled down a wooden box that was sitting up there next to the pile of dirty magazines that he was real proud of, and he opened the box. Inside there were fifteen to twenty clothespins, all of them pretty new, all of them pretty strong, spring-wise, that is.
He picked four from the pile and set the box back on the shelf.
Back on the bed Tanya was still in the same position she'd been in before, ass up in the air, face pressed against the mattress, body quivering and trembling ...
He walked over to her and said, "You gonna get a real treat tonight, baby-doll. You really are. I'm gonna take you about as high as you know how to go."
He chuckled, watched her body tense up and got a real kick out of it. She knew what was coming.
She wanted it, too.
Damn ... what a broad.
He'd known that the first time he'd fucked her, that night in that scroungy rock-club that she was a strange woman.
Wanted it right there back-stage while the band was pounding out a thumping beat.
Didn't want to wait, didn't give a fuck who saw her. Just raised up her leather skirt and reached for his cock and said, "Stick it in and pound on my pussy!"
There's not much you can do in a situation like that except to give the lady what she wants.
Which he did.
And he kept on doing it too, even after he started figuring out that what she wanted was pretty fucking kinky.
"Tie me up."
The first time he'd heard that he pretty damn near jizzed in his jeans.
She was everything you could have ever wanted in a dame ... rich ... beautiful ... horny ...
And then there she was asking to get tied-up in the process ...! Lord, it was too much for a growing boy to cope with.
He'd done it.
Lord, had he ever. And she'd kept coming back to him ... and now ... he had a way out of all of it, and she was going to be the ticket to ride, and fuck ... if she watched her ass and didn't piss him off too bad, he'd even take her along!
HA!!
He was sitting next to her on the bed now, stroking her back, her ass ... running his hands down to her feet, her ankles ... the soles of her feet.
She moaned, he ran his hands back up her legs, then to her neck, her head, ran the tips of his fingers over her face, her cheeks ...
Then he was at her breasts and he was at the left mound stroking it for about fifteen minutes when he opened the mouth of the clothespin and locked it around her nipple.
Her whole body jerked.
She let out a long hard scream.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... ohhh ... yesssss ... "
He chuckled again. He could always count on her.
He locked the other clothespin around her right nipple.
She let out a long low moan again, a forlorn sound, as though she knew she was addicted to this sensation like it was a drug, like it was mainlined horse six times a day.
He leaned back, placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up, then prompted her whole body to rise a little, like she was a horse rearing up.
Her big round boobs flopped and jiggled, the clothespins dug into the tender flesh of her nipples, and, all things considered, she presented a real pretty picture.
He let her fall back to the bed again. Spreading her thighs then, reaching up into her crotch to play a little with her pussy lips.
She shuddered as his fingers ran back and forth over the moist membranes.
Between them, right next to the opening of her cunt hole, there was a hard nub of flesh, her clit, and as he stroked it, she started to roll her hips harder and harder.
He pushed his fingers up into her cunt hole.
With his other hand, he continued to stroke her clit, sinking at the same time three fingers directly into her cunt hole, spreading the rim apart, stretching her, not hard at first, but with increasingly intense pressure.
Her legs continued to spread apart, of their own accord, it seemed.
He pushed harder against her cunt hole.
Then he started to press against her clit with his fingers.
He pinched the delicate shaft right at the head, where the protecting sheath of pink tissue was already pulled back, revealing the raw tip.
He pressed lightly, then harder ... then harder ...
Her body increased its shuddering gyrations as he did so.
When he was sure she was ready for it, he picked up a third clothespin and opened it, brought it up to her clit and closed the jaws around the delicate tip.
She screamed, long and hard, pressing her face into the pillows to muffle the sounds.
There wasn't anything she could do, however, to mask the intensity of the sensation, or her reaction to it.
He thought for a moment that maybe he ought to cool it out ... let her relax a moment, but then, he thought, no ... fuck it ... let her go the full distance.
He finally attached the last clothespin to the top portion of her clit shaft, though by this time, her body seemed to have been so flooded with sensation that there wasn't any place left to push her.
She was at the peak of her arousal ... she was totally insane now ... completely bonkers ... and that was fine ... because this sweet little cunt was just getting started.