Chapter 6
Lunch.
Twelve-thirty.
The cafeteria.
Judy was there.
So was Bambi, she noted, who was sitting alone at a table, her hands folded primly in front of her, a container of yogurt and a greenapple sitting untouched.
She looked pissed, for reasons Judy did not immediately understand.
She sat down at the table opposite Bambi and smiled.
Bambi did not smile back. "Hey, Bambi," Judy said cheerfully. "How's it hanging?"
"Sit," Bambi instructed. Judy sat.
Bambi's face was made of granite. "I heard about your promotion," Bambi said. "At first I was very happy for you, but then I heard through the grapevine how you got it." "And what did you hear?" "It doesn't matter," Bambi said."Anyway, I think you know already."
"I don't think I like your tone," Judy shot back."Okay, sure, I fucked a few people. So what?"
"So what?" Bambi asked incredulously. "Look, Judy, it might seem like the right thing to do, but believe me, you won't get anywhere using your twat like spare change."
Judy opened her mouth to protest, but Bambi went on.
"I've seen other girls fall into the same trap," Bambi said, grabbing the apple and nibbling on it, tasting nothing. "Myself, too, at the beginning. I would have made the same mistake you're making now if Steve hadn't come along and filled me in on the facts of life. Sure, you just might get a few steps up the ladder but it'll all come back to haunt you some day.
She reached out and took Judy's hand. She gave it a little squeeze.
"Believe me, Judy," she continued. "I care for you. In some ways, I feel responsible for everything that's happened to you..."
"You're just jealous!" Judy snapped, grabbing her hand away."That's what you are, jealous of my success!"
"Jealous? Is that what you think?"
"It sure looks that way to me," Judy said, her cheeks turning flushed red. "Well, I'm on my way now and nothing's gonna stop me."
She rose from the table and marched out of the cafeteria, never looking back.
Judy walked down the hallway, headed back to her office. She fumed. How dare Bambi tell her what was best for her!
As she passed an open doorway, a disembodied arm appeared from the darkness and yanked her inside the room.
The lights went on.
It was Dave Zapata, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Hiya, sweet potato!" he purred.
Judy adjusted her eyes to the light, saw who her assailant was and tried to push aside him out the door.
"Outta my way," she said, trying to brush by him. Dave grabbed her arm. "Where you going, gorgeous?"
"Away from you," she snapped. "Preferably Afghanistan."
"Hey, don't be that way, Jude," Dave said. "I missed you."
"Sure," Judy said. "That's why I waited three days for you to call me. I sat by the phone night and day waiting.
"I meant to call," he said sincerely. "I got tied up."
"Uh huh," Judy replied sourly. "Look, Dave, you got what you wanted from me, so why don't you..."
"How about a drink after work?" Judy sighed.
"And maybe a little nightcap at your place afterwards, right? No thanks."
"I hear," he said, switching to another track, "that you've been doing pretty well for yourself. I saw your debut on our little office TV. You were great."
"Thanks," Judy replied, and tried to slip by him again.
"Not so fast," he said, dragging her back. "I really think it would be worth your while to have that drink with me."
"Why?"
"I can do you a lot of good," he told her." A hell of a lot of good. More than Rowbottom can do for you. Hell, now that you gave the old badger what he wanted, he'll never let you out of his sight."
Judy listened now.
Dave knew his fish—and this one was a barracuda—was well hooked.
He continued.
"I can make great things happen for you, Judy," he said, his hand resting on her left breast.
"Like what?"
"Why don't we discuss it over that drink this evening."
"Alright," Judy agreed, "but only one drink. And that's ALL."
At seven that evening, Dave Zapata was jumping Judy's bones.
They were at the Coste Plente Motor Hotel in Queens near Kennedy Airport.
The Coste Plente however, did not cater to air travelers. On the contrary, it was known to its guests as a "hot sheet" motel, a place where one went for a quickie affair in the middle of the afternoon.
The joint featured waterbeds and mirrors on the ceiling. Piped in Muzak filled the room with the sleepy strains of Ferrante and Teicher".
Dave was fucking Judy from behind. She was laying on her stomach. Dave was laying on top of her. Judy's legs were spread, her face buried in a pillow. Dave was neatly sliding his blood-engourged pecker in and out of her, grunting and sweating. Judy was seasick from the waterbed. Her stomach rolled in waves each time their body weight shifted on the bed.
Judy wanted to blow her groceries all over the tacky motel room.
She fought down the impulse as Dave continued taking her from behind. She struggled to stifle a yawn.
Dave sensed her ambivalence. He withdrew from her.
"Listen, if you wanna catch a few winks, don't let me disturb you," he said tightly. "You won't," Judy said with a yawn. He rolled off of her and picked up the red telephone by the bed.
"I know what you want," he said to her. Into the phone, he said: "Hello, room service? This is Two-three-five. Can I get something sent up?" "A hell of a time to order dinner, "Judy said, lighting a cigarette.
"It isn't dinner," he told her. "Yes, room service. Could you send up a fifteen inch dildo, six feet of strong rope, a gag and a thing of KY Jelly? What, no KY? How about some Vicks Petroleum jelly then? None? Shit. Okay, then send me some Mazola oil from the kitchen."
He hung up.
"You wanna tell me what all that was about?" Judy asked.
"It's time to bring in the heavy artillery," Dave said with a shiteating grin. "Ever get into any heavy bondage?"
"Only my marriage."
"Funny," Dave mused."No, I think you'll like this a lot."
"That's what my late unlamented husband used to say before he beat the crap out of me," Judy replied.
"This is different," Dave told her.
"Since when do motels have ropes and dildos for guests?" Judy asked now. "I thought they only supplied free ice and clean towels."
"This is no ordinary motel," Dave said.
There was a knock on the door.
"C'mon in, it's open," Dave called out.
Judy pulled the sheets over herself.
An elderly black man toddled into the room carrying a boxed dildo, some rope and a bottle of corn oil. He dropped them on a chair.
"Anythin' else?" he asked with a grin, revealing many missing teeth.
"No, thanks," Dave replied, and reached for his pants. He fished out a dollar and handed it to the old man.
"You'all have fun now," the old pisser commented, and left.
"Do you always leave motel doors unlocked?" Judy asked angrily.
"Sorry."
He examined the rope carefully, then examined the dildo. It was thick, rubbery and looked remarkably like the genuine article. He was impressed.
"Ever get fucked with one of these?"
"I think I'd remember if I had," Judy said. "What's the rope for?"
"You'll see."
And she did.
With the finesse of a man who'd done this a million times before, Dave started tying Judy up with the rope, his three months as a Boy Scout coming in very handy.
He tied her ankles and wrists to the bedposts.
She was his prisoner.
"You wanna tell me what this is all about?" she asked impatiently.
"Bondage," he explained. "As of this moment, your ass is mine to do whatever I want to do with it."
"I'm not sure I understand," she said, her face buried in the pillow, muffling her voice.
The ropes were cutting into the flesh on her wrists and ankles.It was starting to hurt.
"I saw your performance on Leo's video," Dave said, rubbing some Mazola on the dildo. "You're into pain, am I correct?"
"Into what???"
"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, babe," Dave said. "I knew it the first night we were together. All that crap about what a prick your old man was, beating you every which way from Sunday. What you didn't know and probably still don't is that you love being abused. It's the only thing that makes you come."
"That's the silliest thing I ever heard," Judy said, struggling to breathe through the stiffly starched pillowcase.
"Maybe, but I don't think so," Dave said.
"You wanna untie me now?"
"No," he replied, reaching into his briefcase.
He pulled out a black leather whip.On the ends of each strand was a shiny white enamel pearl.
"Ain't it beautiful?" he asked, admiring the fine craftsmanship of the whip. "I got it special at Frederick's of Forty-Second Street."
Judy craned her neck to see it. The strands were two feet long.
"Were you planning to use that thing on me?"
"Actually, yes," Dave replied.
"Well, I don't think..." Judy started.
CRACK!
The black leather strands struck her buttocks.
"Ouch!" she snapped."Hey, that hur..."
CRACK!
"Are you nuts?" she moaned. "Cut that ou..."
CRACK!
Dave tittered with delight as he thrashed her fanny.
CRACK! went the whip against her ass.
The whip hurt, but the pearls on the ends hurt even more.
Judy wailed in agony, fueling Dave's fire.
He thrashed her again and again. Judy bellowed in pain.
And loved it.
She struggled to free herself from the rope's grasp, but couldn't. Dave had tied her up well.
He inserted the dildo up her Hershey Highway, left it there and continued whipping her behind.
"Mine," he croaked hoarsely. "You're ass is mine and all mine!"
"Well, take it easy then" Judy replied. "I'm not done with it yet."
The huge dildo felt enormous inside of her.
He lashed out again with the whip, the harsh leather strands leaving finger-sized red marks on her asscheeks.
Sweat dripped from his brow as he brought the whip down onto her exposed flesh. The pearls made a slapping sound against her.
She continued to struggle, then gave in to her Master's punishment.
"It hurrrtttsss!"
"I should hope so," Dave said. "It cost enough."
"Stoppp!"
"Beg me to stop, bitch!"
"Please...please stop," she begged, finding herself more aroused than she had ever been before.
CRACK! went the whip once more. A tiny bead of blood bubbled up through the broken flesh on her butt.
Dave pushed the dildo in deeper with his foot, pressing down on it.
Judy groaned in pain.
She'd taken it from behind before—it had been one of Bill's favorite bedgames, but Bill's pecker had been nowhere the size of Mr. Dildo. It hurt.
"You must be punished severely," Dave boomed. "You have been a very naughty girl and you must pay the penalty!"
Judy wondered where the fantasy ended and reality began. Dave was in never-never land.
Judy had never felt so helpless in her life. She was indeed his prisoner and was along for the ride to the very last stop.
He continued to whip her.
Her buttocks felt numb. There was very little feeling in them now. Still the lashes came.
Judy rubbed her creaming twat against the waterbed, writhing in ecstasy and pain simultaneously.
She could feel the stiffly starched sheets rub against her pussy, stimulating her clitoris as Dave continued whipping her.
He played the game for all it was worth.
"Filthy slut!" he roared. "You're nothing but a seminal spittoon, a cunt-for-hire! A cheap little cock-sucking piglet!"
"Oh, yeah," Judy gasped."Tell me more! Talk dirty to me!"
He dropped the whip, grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face into his naked crotch.
"Suck my weewee!" he gurgled."Suck it down to the root, you slutty dicksucker! Suck me dry!"
She sucked, taking his pulsing shaft deeply into her mouth. Her lips formed an 'o' as Dave shoved his groin at her, his cock sliding neatly into her waiting mouth.
He yanked at her hair when she failed to please him. He'd have the bitch begging for either mercy or more before he was through.