Chapter 10
The woman at the escort service warned me about the second date.
"She's a regular, Mrs. Randow," she said, looking down at her desk. "She's strange as hell, but harmless." She paused for a moment. "You got on all right the other night?"
"Sure," I said. "It was fine."
"She paid well" the big woman said.
I had left her money with the man downstairs the same night I had money in my pocket for the first time in a long time.
"What about this one tonight," I asked.
"Nothing, really," the big woman smiled up at me. "You can handle it don't let her frighten you."
Mrs. Randow unlocked her door and went in ahead of me. As I stepped through the door she grabbed me in her arms and kissed me. I just waited. I intended to make it with her, but in my own way. The direct approach didn't work with me. At last she pulled away from me.
"Very well," she said, "if you do not want to make love to me then you do not have to, I can't make you do it, can I?" She stopped speaking and looked directly into my eyes.
I'm sure you think is very exotic, don't you," she went on. "I want you to know I do not usually behave this way, do you know that? No, how could you? Your friend could tell you."
Jesus, I thought to myself, they were right, she is a strange one. Then she continued her rapid fire explanation.
"I am not going to play games with you, nonetheless. I want you to make love to me, do you understand?"
Her hand came up toward my face. In it was a gun, a very small gun. Incredible.
I couldn't believe it. Harmless they had said. Well I hope so...I was about to be raped. That thought amused me, as long as I was sure the gun wouldn't go off. I wasn't sure."
"You won't need that," I said incredulously, trying to convince her somehow that I was willing, that I wanted to, and most of all that she could put the gun away.
"I won't?"
"No, I'll be happy to make love to you." The words sounded comic to me. Such polite manners in this situation were ludicrous.
"I might have believed that," she went on, "but I can't now, you know. I hope you want to make love to me because I am going to make you. Take off your clothes," she commanded.
I took off my clothes without taking my eyes off her face or the gun. When I was naked, I stood there and waited. She began taking off her own clothes, carefully, never lowering the gun, which she changed from one hand to the other.
"Are you going to keep that thing in your hand?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Supposing it goes off?" I said. "Accidentally."
For a long moment she said nothing, but stood there looking at me. "When I have my orgasm, you mean?" She said it contemptuously.
"Perhaps," I said.
"I don't know," she said, "I shall look forward to finding out."
By now she, too, was naked. Her body was thin, yet appealing. She was very blonde and truly blonde as I could now see for myself. Actually she appealed to me. I was glad to fuck her. In fact I would have been delighted, but how could I fuck her when I knew that she had her finger hooked through the guard of that little pistol and against its trigger. I don't normally have any trouble with my erection, but how far could I be expected to go.
She knew what I was thinking apparently because she said, "You will have to have an erection, you know, we can do very little with it as it is?" She looked at me directly and said, "You have three minutes."
She began counting slowly. When she got to sixty, nothing had happened except that I had begun to sweat like a pig. "You have only two minutes left," she said and began counting again. I looked down at my penis. It was shriveled in fear.
"Listen," I said. "This is crazy. I can't get an erection like this. Look, put that gun away and we'll make love."
"Use your hand, stupid."
Yes, I would have to. I took my incredibly shriveled pecker into my hand. There was a way. I had used it when I was absolutely spent and had to go one more. If you grip it firmly at the base and milk it outward several times you can force the blood into it; you can get a partial erection, at least. I milked myself while she watched. I worked furiously on it while she counted. At fifty-five for the third time, she smiled. I had roused my cock, it stood, not necessarily on high, but it stood.
"That's good, now, we are going to make love in the regular way, only I am going to have this in my hand. You are a big man and you will have me in your power physically. I want you to know that I am aware of that, but while I have my finger through this trigger guard and on this trigger, you must do as I say. Do you disagree?"
"No, I do not disagree." She was dead right crazy, but dead right.
"Do not be afraid I will ask you to do anything you would not wish to do, I only want you to make love to me just as my father used to do."
"Christ," I said and felt my peter fall. The entire adventure was comic but I couldn't bring myself to laugh. The gun looked to real even if the speech sounded like the set pattern of a guidebook.
She watched my cock deflate as she mentioned her father. "That seems to trouble you. Very well, I will help you out"
She came over to me, the gun extended directly in front of me. Then she leveled it at my chest and slowly began to lower it, inch by inch she slid it down my body toward my once again distressingly soft penis. She picked up my limp member on the short barrel of the pistol and looked at it. My blood ran like ice. Then she took my penis in her hand and put the barrel of the gun ;ust under it and pushed it into my balls. The cold metal sent darts of fear racing through my body.
She began massaging my limp prick but that did not work. She began to milk it as I had done, forcing the blood into it. Gradually she succeeded. It stood and she kept at it, her hand wet with saliva, she rubbed over the head. She was, at last, turning me on.
What was I to do and what difference did it make if her father had had her and she was looking for a father substitute in me. I was more like a son substitute anyway, being at least fifteen years younger than she was. I didn't have any choice but to screw her in the first place and in the second place, I was getting hot. I was even beginning to like the idea a little, especially since I had no choice. I erected all right, I got hot as hell and she could see it
"You're terribly handsome," she said. "I knew you would be, that's why I want you. Do you believe that. That's why I did all this, I didn't want to risk not being attractive to you." She laughed, almost hysterically; but at the moment I thought she would lose control, she lay down, pointing the gun up at me, and spread her legs.
I was on my knees in an instant. I opened her cunt with one hand and drove my cock into her. I wanted to hurt her, but there was no hurting her, she was ready, and she had a place for everything I had.
I tried again to hurt her, I rammed my meat into her as hard as I could. She squirmed under me and she kept the pistol in my side. I raged on and she loved it. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. Someplace in the back of my mind I was afraid she would shoot me when I did it, but I had to do it.
I stabbed deeply into her and pulled all the way out. I grabbed my cock in my hand and pushed it downward between the cheeks of her ass and drove it as far home as I possibly could. I drove and when I was stopped I drove again, again and again until I was completely embedded, in her anus. She did not shoot, she did not even cry out, she was in ecstasy. It was what she had wanted all the time.
I could not stop though. I drove in and out at her asshole until at last I came. I could feel the spurts jutting up inside her. My body twitched in a new way then, I had never been raped before. I'd enjoyed it though, except for the fear of the gun.
She brought the pistol up by may face. "Look," she was laughing. "See." It was almost as if the whole business had been a joke, a joke which I was supposed to find funny.
She put her finger on the trigger of the gun and pointed it into my face. She squeezed it
I watched in horror.
The trigger gave way. She kept squeezing and the trigger, the guard broke open. She squeezed, grinning like an irrepressible child. The stock cracked open and down her naked arm ran a bright red liquid.
"Soda pop," she giggled. She actually thought it was funny as hell and she was waiting for me to laugh with her, this stupid bitch actually thought I would break out laughing.
"Okay, so you don't think it was funny. I'm sorry." Suddenly she was depressed. Suddenly I was supposed to say, "oh, it's all right, no harm done." I'd never seen a bitch go through so many changes.
"Look," I said. "Forget about it, I don't want to hear about it at all."
Then she said acidly, "Would you be good enough to take that thing out of my ass and put it where it belongs."
I don't know why, but I did. I was momentarily spent, but still fully erect, so I pulled it out of her asshole and slid it back into her cunt. As I settled down upon her again, she put her arms around me and I could feel the soda pop growing sticky.
I began moving on her again. I was pumping harder now, slamming myself with each stroke. She lifted her knees around my waist and continued to talk.
"My father was very cruel to me, but he was a beautiful man in a lot of ways, but very cruel. He always wanted me to take chances for him with my husband; he would come to the house and make me make love to him on the floor while my husband was just outside painting. He seemed to want to get caught."
I had pushed myself up on my arms above her so that she could have the breath to talk. I kept pumping in and out of her, listening to her, watching her face. She was beginning to talk less and her body began to respond.
Her body began to move with mine, her cunt would rise to meet my downward thrust. I began to move faster now. She turned her head to the side as though she did not want to face me. Her whole body began to jolt with the power of the thrusts. She began to moan silently, tears in her eyes. I pumped faster and harder.
She was moving now. She was really moving, her legs were straight up in the air over my back, spread as far as she could spread them. I wanted to ram her. I pulled out until only my cockhead was in her lips and rammed all the way home as hard as I could. She moved a little on the floor each time I did it.
Her mouth was open and all sorts of sounds were coming out. She was saying words and making noises at the same time I rammed her and rammed her, when suddenly she screamed. Suddenly from nowhere she screamed, her legs wrapped around my back and she pulled her cunt up to my cock, fastening herself to me. Her body heaved like a rope which someone was making waves in. I broke her hold on my back with my hand and pushed her down on the floor, catching her bended knees in my arms.
I opened her up and bent her ass up in the air. I had her utterly in my power, just like she had said and she was going to feel it I tore down into her between me and the floor until I could feel it coming, deep inside me I felt the spasms begin. Down they went into my bowels and then I felt the sensation coming up from between my legs, following the length of my erection from deep within my body. I rammed into her again and again until the ripples, the undulating sensation soared down through my cock, carrying sperm, carrying me, carrying everything and all that I was and shooting it into this odd woman, shooting, stabbing, filling her with my manhood; losing all thought, I poured everything that existed into that woman's vagina.
There was a knock on the door. "Axe you all right," a voice asked. "Mrs. Randow, are you all right?"
I collapsed onto her, she looked at me. A quick, bitter glance.
"Yes," she called. "I'm all right, it was nothing."
I pulled my penis out of her and got up without looking at her. I stepped into my pants. I wanted to get out of there, that was all, I wanted out.
She came over to me and put her hand on my naked arm, my flesh crawled under her touch.
"It's all right," she said softly.
I moved away from her and picked up my shirt. "Does it make a lot of difference?" I said.
"I'll send Mrs. Clarmont the check," she said.
Mrs. Clarmont. Funny I had not known her name and it hardly seemed to matter now. I'd pick up the money from this job, god knows Fd earned it, but I did not think I'd be taking any more jobs.
I closed the door behind me on Mrs. Randow and felt life shrink down around me, felt options disappear and fold. The sky was black and the rain driving outside.
I had enough money to see me through until Marlis' party. I wanted to see Mar again. I reminded myself that I hardly knew her, that it was foolish to count on her, and for what?