Chapter 6
Jill had the gun well-hidden, all right. In order to get it past Mac Zephyr, she pretended that she had come down with her period after Big Jim had fucked her. In point of fact, her period was only a day off, assuming she wasn't pregnant. She always kept tabs on it.
Big Jim, always ready for anything, had a box of Modess stashed in his private bathroom just in case of some kind of emergency, and he gave her one, so that later that evening, when Mac took her back to his house and made her undress, he allowed her to keep her panties on because the sanitary napkin was taped to them. What he didn't know was, between the sanitary napkin and the lips of her cunt, lay the gun. The moment he left her bedroom, Jill hid the gun between her mattress and box spring. He had locked her in her room, and there was no way for her to get out to get to him. Besides, she still didn't have enough courage to kill him. She was hoping Mac would let her off the hook and turn her loose now that she had done what he had wanted. But it wasn't to be.
The next morning, after Mac had unlocked her door, she had padded nakedly down to the breakfast room and prepared his morning meal. She was still wearing a panty with a sanitary napkin, but this time it was the real thing. Her period had started during the night. At least she wasn't pregnant.
"I'll getcha a box of the stuff today, before I go to the city," Mac told her. "Take it easy for the next five days, relax, watch TV, read. If you're a good kid, I'll fuck you even though you're on the rag. Don't worry about your brother. I'll keep feeding him the H, but this means you're gonna owe me more than ever."
"Of course," she nodded, not looking at him.
"You're learning, kid. Good! I like that! Shows you got brains. Don't worry, I promised I'm gonna take good care of you, and I will. The Big Guy really liked you, last night. He's gonna be wanting more of you. I'll give him more, just a little more, but not too much. We don't want him getting tired of you. In the meantime, he showed his gratitude to me for bringing you by promoting me. I've been moved uptown, to the high sixties. No more of the sleazy forties. But I'll see to it that brother of yours gets his stuff."
Mac left early, but returned less than a half hour later, as he promised, bringing her a box of sanitary napkins. Then he left for the rest of the day.
In spite of what he had promised, Mac didn't touch Jill while she had her period. For the next five days she had a comparative rest, though he was around a lot in the evening, keeping an eye on her, making her feel uncomfortable. More than once she wished she had the courage to get the gun and shoot him. But somehow it just wasn't in her. She felt more helpless than ever. Big Jim had provided her with the means to free herself, and she hadn't the courage to kill Mac.
At the end of the week, he came over to her and smiled, saying, "You did me a real big favor with Big Jim, honey. Where I am now, I've been able to skim off a lot more money, and your account is now up to a half million. But this is peanuts compared to what you'll have when I'm finished."
"What I'll have?" she asked.
"What's the difference," Mac shrugged. "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine, right."
"Definitely," she nodded.
"See how we agree?" he laughed. "Now tonight, we got something a bit different to do. You're over the curse, right?"
"Right," she nodded.
"Yeah, well we got this guy, I think he's a fed, but I ain't got proof. He has the hots for innocent-lookin' blondes, or so he says. But if he's really a fed, he's not the type who'd knock you around and screw. He'd find some way to back out in spite of all his bluster. So I'm bringing him here for supper, tonight. If the guy is a right guy, it won't matter that he knows where I live. If he's a fed, then it won't matter either, if you get my drift."
"You mean you'll kill him," Jill said.
"Hey, I ain't never said anything about killing," Mac insisted. "Besides, I believe in only beatin' up on broads, you know, like you. You can't really fight back. Don't worry your head about it, Jill-baby. I'm bringin' him home tonight to look at my naked housekeeper, and the moment I'm outta the room, you're gonna seduce him. If he don't seduce, then we'll know, won't we."
"Yes," she nodded. "We'll know." And you'll have gotten me involved in a killing, she thought.
Well that was one thing she didn't intend to have on her conscience. It was one thing to take advantage of her. It was something else to make her hurt someone else. Somehow she would succeed in seducing the man Mac was bringing.