Chapter 5
For the next few days, after the incident with Lorraine, Willie felt extremely morose. He went into a horrible depression which no one could bring him out of. He wouldn't talk to any of the gang members, and he refused to eat or drink. He just sat by the window of the clubhouse and he would stare into the hot, desolate street.
A letter came from Richard stating that he would be gone for at least a month. He had met up with a beautiful chick in the mountains and he was living with her. Willie read the letter several times and then he threw it into the trash can.
"What's the matter?" Robert asked him. "Why are you so blue?"
"I really don't know," laughed Willie. "It must be the weather."
"You can't blame the weather for everything," replied Robert. "There's something bothering you. What is it? You can tell me."
"It's hard to talk," said Willie. "It's just that I'm afraid that Lorraine might have been right. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I do belong in a mental institution."
"She was full of shit," said Robert, chewing on a chocolate candy. "Don't you know that you should never listen to a dame? She was sore that we raped her. She couldn't fight back, so she called you dirty names. That's how women work. First they say things that make you doubt yourself, then they take the shears and they cut your balls off. Forget about her. What you need is some action to set you straight."
"You're right," nodded Willie. "You're a hundred percent right."
"Come on," said Robert. "Let's get on our bikes, just the two of us, and we can go and kick some ass."
It was a steamy afternoon. The two boys rode around the neighborhood for awhile, then they headed uptown, to Times Square. There were a couple of whores waiting around on the street corners, near the numerous movie houses in the area. There were hardly any people out in the streets, because of the heavy heat which scorched the city.
"Look at that one," said Willie, pointing to a very big-breasted prostitute. "She's got the biggest pair of boobs that I ever did see. Wouldn't you like to get a bite out of her?"
"I sure would," replied Robert. "I think that it would be fun to fool around with a whore."
Willie got off of his bike and he walked over to this tall, statuesque prostitute, with the high, round bosom.
"Hi," he said. "Me and my friend would like to have a little fun."
"I don't fool around with bikers," said the woman. "Go to hell."
"We got money, baby," said Willie. "If you don't like our money, then well go to someone who-likes it better."
"How much money do you guys have?" asked the greedy prostitute.
"Oh, we've got a hundred bucks for you," said Willie. "Well let you have it all, if you treat us real nice. My friend and I are very horny."
"Why don't you go and rape yourself a chick?" said the prostitute. "Isn't that your style?"
"No, we're peaceful, law-abiding citizens," explained Willie. "We don't believe in violence. It's against our code. We want to get fucked. We're willing to pay for it."
"My name is Roxanne," said the prostitute.
"My name is Willie, and the other guy is called Robert the Whale, because of his corpulence."
"He sure looks like a whale," laughed Roxanne.
"Will you come with us?" asked Willie.
"Sure, I'd sell my own sister for a hundred bucks," said Roxanne. "I can only spend a couple of hours with you. And I don't want any rough stuff. If you beat me up, my pimp will get you."
"You know, that makes me shake like a leaf," said Willie. "Get on the back of my bike."
"I live on East Seventy-Fourth Street," said the prostitute. "You guys can leave your bikes parked in the garage downstairs."
"Let's go baby," said Willie.
Roxanne climbed on the back, putting her arms around Willie's waist. She held on tightly, as he weaved through the heavy traffic. Robert the Whale followed close behind him. When they got to Seventy-fourth Street, they turned left for two blocks, coming to a large, modern apartment building that had been built just recently.
"It looks expensive," said Willie, parking his bike. "How much rent do you pay on your apartment?"
"It's a bundle," laughed the girl. "I pay more than five hundred dollars a month. Besides that, I furnished the place with very, very expensive art work. The decorations on the walls come to several thousand dollars."
"You must be a real rich lady," said Willie. "How much do you make a week?"
"Between a thousand and fifteen hundred," said Roxanne. "Lately business has been dropping off so I have to work in the streets. There's a recession in the country, and it hits the prostitutes the worst. Men aren't as generous as they used to be. In the old days, they would leave me a fur coat just for a present. But now they count their change, like they're coming home from a supermarket."
"Those are the breaks, baby," said Willie, as he followed into the apartment building. Robert the Whale, who was silent, walked close behind.
Roxanne had not been exaggerating when she said that her apartment was lavishly decorated. Several Picassos hung on the walls, as well as a few Renoirs and Monets. The rooms were large and breezy, and the floors were covered with a thick, apricot-colored rug.
"This is real snazzy," said Willie the Weasel. "This is the snazziest looking joint that I ever came across."
"I'm glad that you like it," said Roxanne. "Now would you please let me see the hundred bucks that you were talking about?"
"First you show us a good time," said
Willie. "You make us happy and then well make you happy."
"Listen," said the prostitute. "All my customers pay in advance. If you don't give me the money right now, then I'll have to ask you guys to leave."
"Just because you ask doesn't mean that we'll be listening," replied Willie. He took off his jacket and his shirt, and unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock out of his pants and held it in his hands.
"Come here baby," he said. "Take a suck on my cock. I know that you want to eat it. I'll bet that you haven't eaten anything this tasty in your entire life."
Roxanne was angry, and she began to turn red. She was wearing a miniskirt made of red and black velvet, a pair of dark orange stockings. Her breasts were high and round, pressing against the thin, summer blouse that she had on. Her face was heavily plastered with make-up, and her mascara was a little smudged.
"You guys better get the hell out of here," she said. "Either you pay me the hundred dollars in advance, or you have to leave."
"Who's going to make us?" asked Willie. "My friend Robert and I don't scare easily."
Roxanne didn't know how to answer. She operated without a pimp, and she had been doing well for the past year and a half. She had even put away a little money in the bank. She had never had any trouble from anyone, and she liked it that way.
"I should never have picked these bastards up," she thought to herself.
It was only the fact that they said that they had money, which made her go with them. Now she realized that she had been a fool. She should have asked to see the money. But she hadn't thought of it at the time. She had been too greedy to think clearly. Now she was in a bind.
"Listen, you guys," she finally said. "I happen to be a hard working girl. I don't like any trouble. I never start trouble with anyone. I mind my own business and I lead a quiet and simple life. Why the hell do you want to hassle me?"
"We don't want to hassle you baby," replied Willie. "I think that you must be paranoid or something. All we want is to get fucked. I hope that it isn't too much to ask from a sweet young thing like yourself."
"Are you going to pay me afterwards?" asked the girl.
"Nope," replied Willie simply. "First of all, we just don't have the money to pay you with."
"But you said . . . "
"Never mind what I said," whispered Willie. "I'm a terrible liar. I say one thing and I mean another. Would you have come with me, if I told you that I was broke? Of course you wouldn't have. So I had to lie to you. I'm a very horny person. I like to get my rocks wet at least three times a day. I like to get laid in the morning, just before breakfast. Then, I like to get laid in the afternoon, after I've eaten lunch. Finally, I like getting laid at night, just before I go to sleep. I find that fucking is a very relaxing experience. It helps get the circulation going, and it makes me a happier and healthier individual."
"You think you're smart, don't you?" asked Roxanne. "You must think that you're some kind of wise guy."
"That's right," nodded Willie. "I happen to think that I'm very smart. In fact, I think that I'm the smartest person that I know."
"Yeah," agreed Robert the Whale. "Willie is a real smart boy. And you would be smart not to get him angry. When Willie gets angry, there's no telling what he might do. He resorts to violence, and I've seen him beat some people up very, very badly. You don't want to get beaten up, do you?"
Roxanne sat down on a sofa, lighting up a cigarette very nervously. Suddenly she felt a stabbing pain in her back. Her teeth began to hurt. She was shivering all over, like a little girl. She didn't know what to do. There was no way out for her. She was a captive in her own apartment, and there was no way for her to resist.
"What's the matter honey?" asked Willie, staring at her legs. An ample portion of her thighs was exposed underneath her short miniskirt. She was a warm, voluptuous woman, well built and extremely well put together.
Willie was still standing in front of her, holding his exposed cock in his hands. He was rubbing it smoothly, and massaging it with his bare fingers. He walked up to the girl, who was smoking the cigarette and he thrust his organ into her face. He rubbed it in her eyes and on her nose, and lips.
"Hey, stop it," she said, dropping the cigarette out of her hands. "Stop rubbing it in my face."
As she opened up her mouth to speak, Willie thrust his penis through her thick, whorish lips. She bit down upon it, almost automatically, and laved it with her tongue.
"That's a good girl," laughed Willie. "You just keep sucking on my cock. You can leave all the talking to me. Women, like little children, should be seen and not heard."
Suddenly, Roxanne made a fist and feebly punched Willie in the stomach. He had been caught off guard, and he went reeling across the carpeted floor, crashing into a potted rubber plant near the large window.
"You bitch," he said, getting up. "You shouldn't have done that to me. You really shouldn't have done that."
"I'm sorry . . . " said the girl, mortified by terror. She was afraid of what would happen. She hadn't meant to punch him. She really didn't intend to sock him in the stomach. It had been an instinctive reaction on her part.
"I'm really sorry," she repeated. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"Then why did you do it?" asked Willie. "Why the fuck did you punch me? I don't like to be punched, you know. I've killed people for less."
"It was an accident," replied the whore. "My hand slipped. It really did."
"I'll bet it did," laughed Willie. "I'll just bet it did."
He started to pace around the room, with his arms clasped behind his back. Suddenly he caught sight of one of the paintings that was hanging on the bright green wall. It was a small Van Gogh, which Roxanne had bought at an auction for two thousand dollars. She had bought it as an investment, because someone had told her that art usually has a very high resale value, and that the painting of great masters double and triple in value in very short periods of time.
"You like that?" she asked of Willie, who was staring at the painting very intently.
"Yeah, it looks real cool," replied Willie. "It's the coolest thing that I ever saw."
"I paid a lot of money for it," said Roxanne. "Although I don't have much of a formal education, I like art and the theater and stuff like that. I read a lot, and I even like to write poetry once in awhile."
"You're a real bright bitch," laughed Willie. "You're the brightest bitch that I ever did see. I like broads with education. It's a challenge to me."
Willie turned to look into Roxanne's heavily mascaraed eyes. Then he turned back to stare at the painting on the wall. He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and he snapped it open. He rubbed the blade against his trousers, and then he jammed it into the center of the painting. Within two seconds, he slashed the masterpiece to bits. He ripped it up, so that it was totally mutilated.
"Why the hell did you do that?" screamed Roxanne.
"Why did you punch me in the belly?" asked Willie. "You're lucky that I didn't cut your nose off, and stuff it into your mouth. You're very lucky that I only cut up this damn painting."
"It cost me two thousand dollars," cried Roxanne.
"Just put it on the tab," laughed Willie. "Just put it on the tab."
He folded up the switchblade and then put it back into his pocket. Then he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. He picked them up and he folded them over the back of a chair. Next he removed his jockey shorts, so that he was completely naked, his cock hanging down from between his legs in an obscene manner.
Roxanne stared at his naked phallus and she felt mildly disgusted. She knew that she would have to submit to this violent beast. She knew that he would have her. She knew that her cunt would spread open for his incoming cock. There was no way that she could resist. She was a helpless woman, unarmed and unprotected. This feeling of helplessness flooded her body with anxiety.
"What's the matter baby?" asked Willie. "Haven't you ever seen a naked body?"
"Oh leave me alone," replied the girl, lighting up another cigarette.
Willie ran over to her, and picked her up, and started to slap her violently across her face. He slapped her again and again, as she struggled in his arms. She kicked him, once or twice, but there was no way for her to elude his powerful grasp.
He grabbed hold of her blouse, and he ripped it off. Then he pulled off her velvet miniskirt. She was standing in her brassiere, panties and stockings. A black garter belt held up her orange stockings.
"Let's go, baby," said Willie. "Take it off. Take it all off. Me and Robert are going to watch. You better make it an interesting show, or we're going to ass your ass like it has never been burned."
The girl was shaking and trembling all over. A few tears washed out from her eyes, rolling across her cheeks, down to her soft white shoulders. Her auburn hair which had been so neatly styled was now in a tangle and in complete disarray. She looked at the two cycle freaks on the sofa. They were staring at her in an obscene fashion. They frightened her very much. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know which way to turn.
"Let's go," screamed Willie. "Give us a show."
"Yeah," said Robert. "Show us your cunt."
The girl started to twist and gyrate obscenely. She shook her pelvis and swayed her buttocks and her hips in an erotic manner. Soon she felt relaxed. After a few moments she was not as tense as she had been. Dancing always calmed her down. She walked over to the stereo system that stood beside the bookcase, near the window. She flipped on a record. The music was smooth, and silky. It flowed out of the stereo speakers like thick, rich honey.
Roxanne moved her body rhythmically, swaying back and forth. She reached back, and she unhooked her brassiere. Slowly, she rolled the shoulder straps across her bare arms. In a second, her breasts were released from the restraining cups. They were large and perfectly rounded, like two pomegranates. Roxanne started to rub them with her fingers. She massaged her nipples in an obscene manner. Slowly they hardened and stiffened, until they were as large as two California strawberries.
"Wow," exclaimed Robert the Whale.
"You ain't kidding," laughed Willie. "Look at the boobs on that broad. I've never seen a broad with such fantastic boobs. It makes me shiver all over, just like a little baby. I want to run over to her, and put my mouth on her nipples and suck out the milk."
"You ain't just whistling Dixie," replied
Robert. "You ain't just whistling Dixie."
Roxanne was completely unaware of the two boys on the sofa, who were watching her so intently. As soon as the music had started, she was transported into a world of her own. Nothing mattered anymore. The only thing that she wanted to do was to keep dancing.
'To dance is to live," she thought to herself.
She wanted to dance and forget about herself, and the horrible life that she had become involved in. Once she had been a little girl. Once she had been a child, and she had had dreams and great expectations. Where had all those expectations gone to? Where were all the great things that she had longed for? It was as though they had melted in the summer heat. It was as though they had never existed. She had bartered the precious things in life for a handful of green dollars. It seemed that money was all that mattered to her. She had chased after it, and she had sold her very body and soul for the money. Where had it gotten her? Was she any happier now that she had achieved fantastic wealth?
"No.. . " she whispered to herself. 'The money is nothing. I'm just as miserable as I've ever been. I'm all alone, in this miserable city. I'm stuck in this dung heap, and I'm struggling just to breathe and to survive. My whole life is an empty, vast wasteland."
Roxanne closed her eyes and continued to dance. When she listened to the music, she forgot everything. When she shook her body, she was no longer troubled or bothered by the haunting memories and remembrances which disturbed her.
"Look at that bitch move," laughed Willie. He had never seen anyone dance so gracefully. It was as though she was totally involved in the activity. Her sensuous breasts heaved and jiggled ever so slightly. Her belly revolved in a delicious manner. She swayed her wide hips, and shook her pelvis to the erotic sounds that beat away in her brain.
Slowly, she unbuckled the clasps of her garter belt. She rolled her orange stockings, over the milky whiteness of her creamy smooth thighs, past her luxurious calves, down to her ankles. Now she was only wearing a pair of clean white panties.
"Take 'em off," screamed Robert the Whale, popping a sour ball candy into his mouth. "Let's go. Take 'em off."
The girl grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her silk panties and she tugged on them very gently. She rolled them over her belly, across the round softness of her rump, pulling them past her thighs and calves. She let them fall in a puddle, at her ankles.
Now she was completely naked, gyrating her hips in a provocative manner. Her cunt was raw, red and extremely juicy. The libidinal sweat dripped like honey from between her legs. She could feel her armpits beginning to perspire. Her cleavage was covered with a veneer of salty perspiration.
"Move that ass," screamed Willie. "Shake that fanny."
Roxanne strolled over to where the two boys were sitting. She bent over and she swung her breasts in their faces. Then she turned around, and she heaved her buttocks past their noses. Willie puckered his lips, and he planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her ass.
"Look at that broad go," he screamed.
"Spread your legs," shouted Robert. "I want to have a good look at your cunt."
Roxanne was a very willing slave. She obeyed Robert's instructions. She arched her back, and she spread her legs, so that both of the boys could get a good look at her vagina. Her clitoris throbbed and ached violently. Roxanne could feel a wild passion filling her body. Every nook and cranny of her torso ached and burned with forbidden desire.
"Come here," she said. "Come and dance with me."
Willie and Robert joined her on the carpeted floor. Robert grabbed her from the back, managing to insert his cock into her deep, soft asshole. Willie slid up to her in front, and he grabbed her breasts in his palms. He started to rub them off with his fingers. Then he reached down, to her cunt, and he inserted his fingers into her cunt. He traced the outline of her female genitalia with his thumb. He tickled her clitoris, and massaged the lobes of her vagina which stood at the entrance of her honey pot.
"Shit.. . " he said. "You've got the softest, sweetest cunt in the whole world."
Roxanne spread her legs, and arched her back slightly, so that Willie would have easy access to her vaginal orifice. He had to stand up on the tips of his toes to gain the proper leverage. With one swift heave, he rammed his cock into her cunt. He banged it into her with all of his might. The girl gasped for air. She could hardly breathe. From the back, Robert the Whale was pressing into her asshole. From the front, Willie was jamming his cock into her cunt.
The music flowed out of the stereo in waves and waves of rippling, delightful sound. The three bodies in the middle of the room gyrated erotically, moving to the sound of the music. The air was filled with the smell of sexual passion. All three of the participants in the middle of the room were covered with sweat, and their bodies glistened under the glow of the fluorescent bulb that burned overhead.
"Shit.. . " screamed Willie, after only a couple of minutes. "I'm coming. I'm coming."
Suddenly he ejaculated. The sperm went shooting out of the tip of his cock into the girl's deep, wide cunt. It felt like bolts of electricity and it almost set her on fire. From the back, she could feel Robert jamming his large, round organ into her asshole. He was also building up for his orgasm. A few seconds after Willie experienced his climax, Robert ejaculated.
Roxanne could feel everything. Every muscle in her body ached from this prolonged sexual activity. She had never been fucked by two people at the same time. It was a unique experience for her. Just the thought of it made her shake and shiver. She could feel her buttocks and her breasts jiggle delightfully. Her clitoris throbbed, and was set aflame. "Ah," she cried.
Then, without warning, she exploded, just like a volcano. The reaction which took place in her body was extremely violent. She heaved her breasts in the air. She panted and moaned just like a wild bitch. Her heart hammered away at a furious pace. Sweat dripped from her forehead and from her armpits, and from her cleavage.
"Ah, ahh . . . " she screamed, as she finally threw her hands into the air. She literally jumped for joy, leaping into the air. By this time Willie had withdrawn his phallus from her vaginal orifice. Robert the Whale had also withdrawn from her rectum. Both of them were standing at the side, watching as the girl suffered her orgiastic convulsions.
When it was all over, Roxanne fell to the floor, completely and totally drained of every ounce of energy. Her cunt ached mildly, and her head was spinning. She could hardly see straight, and she felt a dull, piercing pain in her breasts. She opened her mouth, and she sucked in some air, filling her lungs with the precious oxygen.
"When you come, you really come," laughed
Willie.
"I don't usually climax with my clients," said Roxanne the prostitute, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"We're not clients," said Willie. "We're not going to pay you a thin dime. How does it make you feel?"
"Rotten," replied Roxanne, getting up from the floor and putting on a bathrobe.
"Why so blue?" asked Robert. "You had the best time off us all. You really climaxed. You were jumping around on the floor just like a fish."
"Yeah, but you won't be paying for the service," said Roxanne. "That's why I feel rotten. I hate to give anything away for free. It doesn't appeal to my sense of fair play, if you know what I mean."
"How the hell did a girl like you get into a business like this?" asked Willie. "You don't look like you belong in this racket. You've got taste and sensibility. If I were you, I would get out and do something decent for a living. I really mean it."
"Don't preach to me," said Roxanne. "I don't need a cheap, cycle freak to tell me how to run my life. I'll do what I please, and I don't need any of your damned advice."
"My dear," said Willie, trying to keep his cool. "I was merely suggesting that it would be much better for you to get into some nice business, because you seem to be a very nice person. I don't see why you get so outraged."
"What should I do?" asked Roxanne. "I don't have any skills. I can't type to save my life, and I hate to work anyway. When I was a girl in high school, I was very promiscuous. The one thing that I had a natural aptitude for was fucking. I used to fuck everyone who asked me. It was the same as shaking hands for me. If some man did me a favor, I would invite him into my bed and I would fuck him, to show how grateful I was. One day someone started to tell me that I was a fool."
"Who was this?" asked Willie.
"I don't remember his name," replied Roxanne. "It was one of my high school sweethearts. He knew that I was promiscuous. He knew that I was sleeping around with half of the school. He said that I was a fool because I was giving it away for free.
" 'Why don't you charge them money for it?' he said to me. I thought about what he said, and I realized that he was one hundred percent right. Why the hell should I give anything away for free. No one was giving me anything for free."
"So that's why you became a whore," asked Willie. "If you fuck for money, then you're a whore. It's a very simple definition."
Roxanne could feel herself burning with rage. She didn't like to be called a whore, and she resented these two cycle freaks who insisted on giving her that label.
"You bastards," she said. "I'm an entertainer. You just watch who the hell you call a whore. I'm a business woman, and I'm very respectable. When I go to a store, I pay for what I buy. I'm not a common thief, like some people I know."
"Who do you have in mind?" asked Willie.
"I've got you in mind," said Roxanne. "You cheap bastards, I'm a hard-working girl and you cheated me out of a hundred dollars. Then you tear up my painting. That makes you low life rats in my opinion."
"You asked for it," said Willie. "We're not finished with you. Now you're going to have to lick my ass."
"like hell I am," she said.
"You will, because if you don't I'm going to rip apart every painting in this house. How would you like that?" asked Willie.
"You wouldn't," she said.
"Oh no? Try me out. I want you to lick me out right now," said Willie, lying down on the couch on his stomach.
"Go to hell," she snapped.
"Okay, if that's what you want," said Robert, taking out his blade and brandishing it in front of her. He walked over to a picture hanging near her on the wall and raised the knife ready to slash.
"Don't, please don't do it, it's all I have," she said pleading.
"Then get busy," Robert said.
She went over to the couch where Willie lay with his legs apart.
"Make it good, or else," said Willie.
She bent down by the couch and leaned over Willie. He spread his legs further, opening up his hairy ass. She ran her finger down his leg and between his legs, fingering his balls. Then she coasted over the great divide and began to explore his asshole.
"That's fine," said Willie, feeling her long fingers prying apart the crack of his ass. She jammed a finger up his ass, twisting it around so that Willie howled. "That's fine," he said again.
She spread his ass apart further and rammed another finger in, then both fingers at the same time, twisting them around to stretch his insides. Willie could feel her in the depths of his hole.
"Now," he said.
She bent down over his ass and pulled her fingers out, spreading apart his ass with them as she shot her tongue into his hole. She licked along his crack and down under along the divide all the way down to his balls. She licked his balls, then put one in her mouth, sucking hard.
Her tongue was wet with saliva as she returned to the back, licking along his crack again and then finally shooting her tongue into his hole. Willie squirmed with delight.
"Lick it out," he said.
She licked all along the insides of his ass, her tongue like a snake working its way in.
Willie could feel the tip of her tongue deep within his hole. She swirled her tongue around to clean off the sides of his hole, then licked up along his crack again as she finished.
Finally she rammed her two fingers back in and cleaned out the saliva she had left there with her tongue.
"That's a good girl. Nice and clean," said Willie. His cock had grown erect again.
She noticed his cock stiff once more and licked along the divide all the way down to his balls. Then she took them in her mouth and juggled them around like two marbles. Willie could feel his cock hard under his body. He raised himself from the couch a little to free it.
She licked his balls again and then ran her long nimble tongue along the length of his staff, from the root out the very tip and then back down to his bush. Each time she reached the tip she licked around his head with her wet tongue.
"Wow," said Willie, still on his stomach. "I feel it already."
She swallowed his balls again, then licked along his cock. At last she took his throbbing tool in her mouth and went down hard, her lips touching his coarse black bush as she took his whole rod in on the first time down.
She sucked on his cock and tickled his head with her tongue, then went down again, making a loud sucking noise as she kept the cock completely buried in her warmth.
Willie could feel the force of her suction on his cock, pulling his gism into his cock again. She sucked hard, still holding his cock in his mouth but moving ever so slightly along the staff.
"I think I'm going to come again," Willie cried.
As she sucked she jammed two fingers back into Willie's ass, working them in slowly as she squirmed. Willie gasped for air as she sucked, feeling the gism enter his cock and swell it, about to spurt into her mouth.
Just as Roxanne felt Willie's head swelling with juice, she pulled back and removed her fingers from his ass. His cock throbbed on the verge, but he didn't come.
"Hey, why'd you do that? I was about to come," said Willie.
"Good for you, you bastard," she said, getting up and standing in the middle of the room, hands on hips.
"Bitch," said Willie. He pulled on his pants and got up, his cock shriveling up again. "You're just like all women, a big tease."
"You want to teach her a lesson?' said Robert.
"Fuck her," answered Willie "She got hers. I'm tired of her anyway. Let's go out and get some action."
"Yeah," said Robert, "fuck her anyway."