Chapter 12
The next morning Tillie put it on the line.
"I've packed my bags," she told Vicky, "and I'm ready to leave this place. I think we should head for Nevada. I know a wonderful madame that would give us a real opportunity to make money. Marge used to be in the bar business. Now she's gone into the house of flowers operation."
"I'm not going to be a whore," Vicky said. "I'm sorry."
"I've got news for you," Tillie laughed, "you are a whore."
It made Vicky so mad to hear her tell the truth she wanted to slap her face.
"Does it come as a great shock to you, darling?" Tillie demanded.
"Not exactly," she shrugged.
"Honey," Tillie said sadly, "we all seem to live in our illusions. You are heading for a crack-up. You're not facing up to life as it is."
"I can take care of myself," Vicky said in an acid voice.
"Can you?" Tillie asked sadly. "I hope so, my dear."
"You bet I can," Vicky assured her. "All I want to be is left alone."
It was painfully clear to Vicky that Tillie was trying to lure her away from Gus's place. Gus, aware of the fact, was waiting a few rooms down.
When Tillie came out by herself, Gus smiled. He walked with her as she went to her car.
"Guess you didn't score," Gus told her in a snide voice.
"Get out of my way, you bastard," she snapped. "You've made a tramp out of that lovely girl."
"That's better than making a lesbian out of her," Gus said.
"Don't talk to me," she shrieked, "you get your kicks watching her screw your dog, Teddy. At least I wouldn't ask her to fuck a dog."
"She might enjoy Teddy's cock more than your dildo," Gus snapped.
Guests at the motel heard them arguing. Vicky came out. Tears were streaming down her face as she saw Gus making such a fuss with Tillie.
She couldn't look at it anymore. She turned and went back into her bedroom. She started sobbing. No one could understand, and no one could console her. She was alone. Painfully alone and she knew it.
That evening Vicky went to work as if nothing had happened. She put on a new uniform and even opened a bottle of fresh cologne. She figured that she had no way out. The only thing she could do was go on.
It was a busy evening with quite a few men in the place. One young trucker caught her eye. She deliberately went over to him and figured she could give him the big play.
"How's the highway tonight?" she asked him. "Are they still trying to stop you if you go over fifty-five miles an hour?"
"They're still trying," the trucker laughed, "but we've got it beat. We have radios in our cabs and we let each other know when an officer is patrolling a stretch of highway."
"That's nice," she smiled, "I suppose you truckers can't be slowed down. You're pretty fast guys."
"Fast on the highway and fast in bed, baby," he told her, "my name is Ray. Glad to meet you, Vicky."
"Glad to meet you, Ray," she smiled as Gus observed her.
Gus didn't say anything as long as she didn't neglect a customer. However, some more truckers were just coming in and she had to leave. Ray grabbed her by the wrist and told her, "Don't leave. Not yet. Let's get together tonight"
"You're hurting me," she said nervously as she noticed Gus giving her the eye.
"Please," he said, with feeling.
"Yes," she replied. "If you want to."
Hastily she went to wait on the other men. Fortunately all they wanted was coffee and pie. Returning to Ray she told him quietly, "I'll give you my room number on this napkin. You can come there a little after two."
"All right," he replied.
She was happy when he did show up in the early hours of the morning.
Opening the door she stood there in her see-through negligee and watched Ray's eyes light up.
"Come right in," she smiled.
"You're just as beautiful as I heard you were," he told her.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked with a pleasant smile.
"Yes, I would enjoy a drink," he admitted. "I get bolder when I've had some booze."
"You don't have to be real bold with me," Vicky said smoothly. "I like quiet guys. They run deep, sweetheart."
He smiled at her.
"You can take that two ways," he grinned, "and with you, baby, I would like to run deep just one way."
"What would you like to drink, Ray?" she asked, paying no attention to his sexual innuendo.
"Just give me a beer," he said.
She gave him a beer and then she sat down and sipped her bourbon.
"How long have you been driving?" she asked.
"Just a couple of years," Ray informed her. "Just getting used to it."
"It's good money," she said. "Yes, it is," Ray nodded, "and I guess you make pretty good money, too, don't you, baby?"
"I'm well paid," Vicky replied.
Ray wanted to see her undress and told her he wanted her to do a slow strip.
Vicky hated to waste time as she thought perhaps she could turn a couple of tricks in a night.
"If there's anything I hate," Ray told her, "it's rushing in sex."
Slowly Vicky removed her clothing. When he caught sight of her well-formed breasts and her shaved box he was out of his mind.
He went over to Vicky and dropped on his knees. He examined her pussy closely. Parting her pussy lips he let his tongue slip in.
"You're beautiful," he exclaimed hungrily, "and I'm just the guy to eat your snatch."
Reaching down she guided Ray's head.
"Come on, tiger," she told him, "show me some love. I need a lot of love."
There was no doubt in her mind what she needed. Ray's tongue pumped in vigorously. Vicky's hands ran through his hair as he energetically ate her.
"Come on, pussy eater," she exclaimed, "perform your act."
Ray performed. She loved the way he drove his tongue in there. He would lick quickly, slow down, and alternate his pace.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you've got a sweet-tasting box."
When he had finished getting her there and licked her juicing vagina, he got to his feet. His gigantic cock appealed to her. She stroked it hard a couple of times and tugged on him as she pulled him to the bedroom. All the way to the bedroom Ray was watching her ass wiggle.
When he got there he told her, "There's one thing I've always wanted to do," he smiled, "and that is stab it in from behind. But first I want you to do a little licking and sucking on my ass-hole, sweetheart. I'd really love that."
"All right," she agreed.
She got on the bed and Ray sat down on her. She was delighted that he was willing to do an ass-sucking sixty-nine.
"I'll eat out your ass," he suggested, "if you eat mine."
He bent over. His hot tongue stabbed up her ass-hole.
"Ohhh, Ray, baby," Vicky exclaimed excitedly, "you don't know how delicious that feels to me. Oh, baby, pump your tongue up there. Just like that. All around. Lick it, baby."
While Ray was licking Vicky's behind, she started playing with his. First she massaged his ass cheeks. Then parting his ass crack she slowly eased her tongue up his ass-hole.
"Suck it," Ray said, taking time out from his own ass-eating activity, "eat my ass-hole. That's it baby. Stab it up there."
Vicky's tongue pumped hard up his rectum. She wiggled it around and tickled his balls while she was sucking his ass out.
"I can't take much of that," Ray said. "You d better open your mouth and let me slip it to you, baby, and fast."
Vicky quickly opened her mouth. Ray stabbed his cock into her mouth.
"Suck me, baby," he told her, "suck me good, sweetheart. That's the way to do it. Suck, baby, suck."
She was sucking him now and he was enjoying it immensely.
"That's the way you do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, eat my prick. Come on, baby, eat my hot dick. Eat it!"
He was ramming it down her throat. Caressing the head of his shaft against the velvety softness of her throat had him intoxicated with sexual and lusty desire.
"Suck my cock," he told her, "suck it, baby. Oh, yes, get all the cream out of my dick."
He was ramming it to her now with lusty, driving movements.
"Come on, dick eater," he exclaimed happily, "get all the juice. Drain it."
The hot cream shot in a steady stream. It flooded her mouth and it dripped from the corners of her lips. Ray was so stimulated he went to eating her pussy. He wanted a quick sixty-nine. She massaged his ass cheeks as she finished sucking off his cock. At the same time he played with her ass while he went to work with his tongue on her hot pussy.
He was able to elicit another climax from her steaming vagina and he congratulated himself.
Pulling his tongue out of her, he noticed she was still sucking on the head of his penis.
"You've drained it," he laughed as she finally slid off his cock head.
They rolled over and lay at an angle so they could look at each other's privates.
"You're a talented chick," he told her. "You got so much juice out of my dick I don't know whether I can stick it up your ass-hole or not."
This disappointed her. For she thought it would be an interesting experience to see if Ray's huge cock could make it.
"Maybe if I pump on it," she suggested, "it will spring back to life."
"You can try," he agreed.
Reaching over to his penis she began pumping with steady movements.
"Oh, Ray," she exclaimed happily, "it's coming back to life."
Reaching for some KY, she lubricated his shaft. She even added some of the KY to his balls and played with them.
"I like it when you pull on my prick and fondle my nuts," he said. "With all of that nice slick stuff on it, it feels good."
Even though Vicky enjoyed doing this she wanted Ray to get his rocks off in her ass-hole.
"I'm ready, Ray," she smiled softly as she lay on her side.
Ray pushed one leg over farther and slipped his cock between her ass cheeks.
"This will hurt at first, honey," he told her, "but once it gets in there you'll love it."
"Shove it!" Vicky panted. "I want to feel it riding up there, baby."
Encouraged by her words, Ray gave it a good hard jab.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure got a smooth ass. Oh, I like sliding my prick into you. What a feeling this is giving me."
He pumped hard.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck. Oh, yes. That's the way to do it. Fuck."
In and out Ray's slick sliding cock drove. She wiggled her butt for him. He reached round to play with her bosoms while he fucked her ass-hole.
"You're a real great screw," he told her, "it's really fun to ball with you, baby."
"I'm glad you enjoy it," she said, churning her hips around. "Keep fucking."
Encouraged by her words, Ray reached down to her pussy. He pumped harder now. His hands felt of her moist vagina.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "fuck, baby, fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck!"
In and out his rock-hard cock drove. She was getting more and more stimulated.
"Baby, let's make it together," he suggested as he slid his fingers into her vagina.
As he drove them into her, she felt electrical thrills shooting through her body. Getting fucked from two directions pleased her. Ray's fingers manipulated her clitoris perfectly.
"Keep doing that," she begged, "oh, yes, more, baby, more. Shove it in there."
Ray rode his cock in to the hilt, his balls bouncing on her buttocks as he slammed it to climax.
"I'm exploding," he panted. "Oh, baby, you milked more juice out of my pecker. I didn't think I could get any more out of it tonight."
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed, "oh, baby, we're in perfect sync. You've got me all revved up. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. Keep fucking me."
Ray finally realized she couldn't get enough. Apparently she was a nympho. He didn't care. He was enjoying it.
Just then the door opened. Vicky looked up and to her horror she saw Tillie.
"Tillie," she exclaimed nervously, "what are you doing here?"
"I've come back to even a few scores, baby," she said as she reached in her purse.
Pulling out a pistol she pointed it at the two of them.
"You're out of your mind," Ray exclaimed as he pulled his penis out of Vicky.
His cock went limp as he lunged for Tillie's gun. Just then Tillie pulled the trigger.
"So long, bastard," she exclaimed as the man shrieked in pain.
Seconds later Gus was in the room.
"I knew there'd be trouble with you," Gus said as he grabbed her and pinned her to the floor.
"Call the police," Gus shouted angrily, "and do it fast."
It didn't take Vicky long to notify the police. Moments later they took Ray's dead body to the morgue. Tillie was taken to jail on a murder rap.
As Vicky sat there with Gus after they had both been taken away, she wept bitterly.
"I told you, you'd come to no good with that tramp," Gus reminded her.
"I guess you were right, Gus," Vicky sobbed, "I should never have become involved with her."