Chapter 6
Vicky decided a new wardrobe would help her business. She was making good money and she saw no reason why she shouldn't dress up a little. It helped as she met a man who wasn't a trucker a couple of nights later. He looked very prosperous. He had a flashy diamond ring and a sharp-looking pin stripe suit.
"I've heard a lot about you, baby," he told her.
She noticed that Gus was watching them closely.
"I guess my fame has spread," Vicky said, "and with good reason. I deliver."
"That's what they tell me," he nodded, "they say you are really a great truck-stop girl. I was just wondering if you wanted to move up a notch."
"What have you got in mind, tiger?" she smiled smugly.
"I'm operating a blind pig," he told her, "a real class operation."-
Gus came over and looked at the guy.
"Nick," he told him, "Lay off my girls. Do you understand?"
"Take it easy," Nick shrugged, "I was just getting acquainted."
"You were just leaving," Gus said, "do you understand?"
"You're not very friendly," Nick complained as he got up and paid for his coffee and left.
A few moments later Gus got Vicky aside and told her, "I don't ever want you talking to that bastard."
"Who is he?" Vicky asked innocently.
"That's Nick," he said, "who operates the biggest blind pig about twenty miles from here."
"What's a blind pig?" she asked. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You are either a dumb-dumb or naieve,"
Gus growled. "A blind pig is where guys go in and gamble and screw. He is looking for nice chicks to lure the men to his den of iniquity. You're not in a position to be leaving me now. I built you up into a money-maker."
"You've got it wrong, Gus," Vicky told him acidly, "I built myself up into a money-maker. I've performed every act known to man and beast to get where I am. No thanks to you."
"I think you'd better drop by my place tonight after you close," he told her. "Nobody talks to me like you just did."
"I didn't mean anything by it, Gus,". she said quietly, "I really didn't."
"You heard me," he said tightly.
The rest of the evening Gus was gone. Vicky was left alone with her troubled thoughts. She knew she would lose a night of business as well as be confronted with an angry man.
When the relief girl took over for her she went to Gus's apartment.
"Come in," he said.
As she walked in she noticed Gus had a big dog beside him.
"I didn't know you had a dog, Gus," she smiled.
"Yes, meet Teddy," he told her, "and believe me Teddy is ever-ready."
"What are you talking about?" she said as she noticed the dog coming closer to her.
"He-likes girls," Gus told her. "He-likes to sniff their pussies."
"Get that beast away from me," she complained.
"I get my kicks out of watching a beautiful girl getting fucked by a dog," he said. "I saved my hang-up until you had a thriving business."
"If you think for one minute I'm gonna have sex with Teddy," she snapped angrily, "you've got another think coming. You've been a bastard all along, Gus. And I don't mind telling you this because I'm cutting out of here tomorrow."
Gus walked over and slapped her face.
"You won't do any such thing," he told her, "you ungrateful little wench. I take you as a trollop and make you into a first-class truck-stop girl. Instead of gratitude for all the money you're making you want to run out on me. No dame ever runs out on Gus and lives to make any more money."
"You're hurting me," she said as he twisted her wrist.
"I hope so," he complained, "I want to get some sense in your head. Do you understand."
"I understand what a bastard you are," she said, her voice flaming with emotion.
"You don't know the half of it," he told her, "and you don't have to worry about my wife any more. We're getting a divorce."
"I can see why," Vicky snapped. "No woman would want to have sex with you, Gus. You are a beast."
"Makes me happy to have a woman scream at me like that," Gus said, "especially when I can dominate her."
Vicky realized what a sadistic boss she had now.
"Just take off all of your clothes, sweetheart," he told her, "so Teddy can lick you all over. He's been trained for this."
"I've heard about such things," Vicky admitted candidly, "but I never thought I would be victimized by such a thing."
Realizing she had no alternative Vicky turned around and walked into Gus's bedroom. Teddy followed close behind.
She removed her clothes and as she did so Gus removed his.
"What are you going to do?" she said, "fuck one side of me while Teddy fucks the other?"
She was thinking of the orgy that she had with Jerry and Anthony. She wondered if Gus had something like that in mind.
"No, baby," he smiled, "Gus-likes to jerk his cock off while the dog fucks you. How about that?"
"It's about as sick as you can think of," she told him tightly. "I hope you burn."
When she was completely naked the big dog jumped on the bed.
"Part your pussy lips, sweetheart," he told her, "I want to watch Teddy get his licks in."
The big dog's pink tongue slashed into her vagina. Teddy was sniffing and licking and enjoying himself.
"Teddy gets a hard-on when he's eating pussy," Gus smiled, "and I do, too."
At this point Vicky thought it best to say nothing. She let Teddy lap at her pussy and she had to admit he was good at it. Apparently he had been well trained. She thought it would annoy Gus if she told him she enjoyed it.
"I like Teddy's tongue," she told him.
"If you like his tongue so much," Gus chuckled, "raise your hips, honey, so Teddy can lick your ass. He's good at that, too."
Even though Vicky could have killed Gus for this suggestion, she raised her hips so the dog could lick around her behind.
"Enjoy yourself, Teddy," she said sarcastically.
"Don't you get sarcastic with him," Gus said sternly, "I respect Teddy's tongue."
"I didn't mean it that way," Vicky said.
She glanced down at the dog's quivering cock and she knew he would have to be getting his kicks soon.
"I think he wants to fuck me now, Gus," she told him.
"You know it," he agreed.
At this point she reached for Teddy's penis. She brushed it over her fur-trimmed triangle and Teddy wasted no time in getting into her.
"He's a good fucker," Vicky smiled as she pumped her hips to the dog's big cock stabs.
"I know he is," Gus nodded, "it gets me excited when I look at him getting his kicks. Fuck her, Teddy. That's how you do it."
They were really enjoying themselves now.
"Oh, Teddy," Vicky smiled, "this is the best screw I ever had. Men could take lessons from you. Oh, baby; are you ever big."
Vicky was-doing all in her power to make Gus jealous. She figured that was her way of getting even. It was true. Teddy could really thrust it in there. More than that she liked his size. Her vagina muscles gripped at the dog's big sliding cock.
"Fuck me, Teddy," she begged, "that's it.
Fuck me, boy."
Suddenly the doer's cock exploded. She squeezed her pussy muscles around the head of his slippery shaft and she came, too.
"Oh, Teddy," she panted as she pumped, "I'm cuming. You brought me there, baby. You're a real sweetheart."
Such adulation and adoration for the dog didn't annoy Gus at all. He was delighted that he had found an oversexed woman who could get so charged up with a dog.
"Keep your motor running, baby," he told her, "old Gus is almost there."
Cupping his big balls in one hand and pulling his penis with the other he was managing to bring himself ever closer to his own juicy climax. It didn't take much longer. A couple more pumps and Teddy's cock drove deeper into her twisting vagina. Then he exploded.
"Oh, screw her, Teddy," Gus exclaimed as he put his head to the side and watched his sperm spurt all over the room.
Teddy pulled out and Gus went over and patted her bosoms.
"You know, baby," he smiled, "you and I could be great friends. There's no reason for you to be like this."
"I'm sorry if I didn't sound grateful," Vicky snapped, "but I am, Gus, especially today."
"That is a compliment?" Gus checked it out.
"Of course, baby," she said, "and now that I'm all revved up, why don't you fuck me?"
"All right, baby," he said as he slipped his cock in and out of her juicy pussy for a couple of minutes.
"I'm just getting it lubricated so I can slip it up your ass," he informed her.
Now that he was well lubricated he wasted no time in flipping it between her ass crack.
"Oh, Gus," she gasped in delight as he let his slippery penis slide up her ass-hole.
Her legs were on his shoulders now as he fucked into her. Reaching forward he gripped her bosoms.
"I like to watch a woman's face when I fuck her," he smiled, "just seeing the waves of ecstasy sweeping over you, baby, engulfs me, too."
"Gus," she smiled, "I didn't know you could be so poetic. I mean, you speak so beautifully."
Gus's ego was getting a good shot in the arm now. He appreciated a compliment.
"Hey, baby," he told her, "you're really getting old Gus revved up. That's it. Twist your ass. Oh, baby, what an ass fuck. Come on, sweetheart, twist that ass."
She was learning various techniques of anal intercourse. She was discovering just how much it meant to a man to obtain this bizarre form of sexual excitement.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "oh, twist, baby. Now, baby. Oh, use those sphincter muscles, sweetheart. Now you're doing it. Old Gus loves that. Fuck it. Fuck it. Oh, baby, I'm almost there. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it. Fuck it!"
Gus was going out of his mind with delight. His big cock was almost there.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you are really giving me a good screwing."
His cock exploded. She ground around and squeezed some more juice out of him.
"Yes, baby," Gus smiled at her, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Being milked by her twisting behind stimulated him. He didn't pull his shooting cock out of her until he had given her every drop of his cum. Then when he did pull out he lay beside her. The big dog got on the bed and joined them. He wanted to lick at her bosoms.
"Teddy is a real lover," Gus chuckled, "they teach them everything at those canine schools. A lot of rich women pay plenty to get a dog to fuck like Teddy knows how to do it."
"It was real thoughtful of you, Gus," she said, "to bring Teddy along for our little session."
"Vicky," Gus admitted, "I get jealous watching you wiggle your ass for all those truckers."
"Don't be that way, Gus," she said, "you can't put my body on a leash. I can't be padlocked to you or anyone. I've got to play around. It's part of my nature, Gus."
"That's what I was afraid of when I first laid eyes on you," Gus admitted. "Sure you had those nice innocent blue eyes. But beneath them, baby, I saw the fire. I knew that the blonde hair, the fair skin and the sweet eyes were just a come-on. You know how to use them, baby. You've got those truckers drooling. A lot of guys are going out of their way to stop by my place. It brings me business. Plenty of it. They go to the restaurant, they stay at our motel and they fuck you. Actually, you've been a lucky girl that I haven't made any demands on the money you take. Because I've heard you charge plenty for pussy."
"But I've been passing out free samples tonight to you and Teddy," she reminded him.
"I'm grateful," Gus nodded.
"Do you think Teddy is?" she smiled as the dog went on lapping from her breasts down to her pussy.
"Teddy told me he really enjoyed balling you," Gus said with a big smile.
Even though it was difficult for Gus to admit this, he had to.
"I wish you'd stop fooling around with those other men," he told her. "If you'd confine your sex to me I would make it worth your while."
"What are you talking about, Gus?" she asked. "Do you want me to be your mistress or something?"
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," he admitted. "I have needed some dame to take care of me. Not like marriage. But an arrangement. I could pay you a few hundred dollars a week and you'd be happy."
Vicky thought about it a long moment. She pictured herself having a lot of free time. She imagined herself not working. It was almost too good to be true.
"Tell me, baby, what do you think of it?" Gus asked, hoping she would not only contemplate his offer, but accept it.
"I've got a problem, Gus," Vicky admitted, "I'm an oversexed woman. I can't get my satisfaction with one man. It takes a lot of men to turn me on."
"That's just what I was afraid of," he shrugged, "I know your kind. You get your kicks when you watch two men get excited when they look at you. You want to exploit them, not just financially, but physically. You really enjoy all that you do, don't you?"
"I hate to admit it," she said, "because it means there's something wrong with me. like I'm wired wrong at the factory, Gus. They put too much sex voltage in my body."
"You're an honest little wench," Gus smiled, "and you know, I really dig you. But, baby, I can't go along with you playing around forever. It's driving me up the wall. I mean I flash green when I watch all those truckers get stimulated looking at you. I want to go over and give them a sock in the jaw and tell them that you are my woman."
"Oh, Gus baby," she said as she wrapped her arms around him lovingly, "I can't tell you what your kind words mean to me. You are a dear."
-"But it doesn't mean a thing as far as being loyal to me, does it?" Gus asked her honestly.
"I must be loyal to my own desires and urges," she insisted. "It isn't that I don't love you. I do love you, Gus, but I love all the other truckers, too. Can't you understand that?"
"I'm not a trucker," he reminded her, "I'm a businessman, baby. But it's all right. Gus has been turned down before."
"Now don't cry in your beer, baby," she smiled, "you can get any waitress you want with a flick of your finger. And you know it."
"But maybe I don't want just any waitress," he insisted. "I feel something special for you."
"I'm terribly flattered," Vicky replied, "but I don't believe a word you're saying."
"At least you're honest," Gus told her, "and I have to take my hat off to you for that."
For a moment Vicky felt she could fall for him. Then she realized it was sympathy and she didn't want to look at it like that.
"Take it easy, Gus," she told him.
When she went back to her place that night she did a lot of thinking. Could she work in a blind pig? How much money would the other man pay her? Thoughts like these whirled through her mind. Yet she knew that she had to go on working for Gus and taking plenty of guff off him. This bothered her. She was determined some way, somehow she would do as she pleased.
It was a strange situation for Vicky. Yet she finally got to sleep.
In her sleep she had nightmares. Horrible nightmares. She could see Gus and another man fighting. This bothered Vicky for she didn't want to create a horrible emotional free-for-all. She knew Gus was a volatile man. She also knew that his ego had taken a pretty good beating with her refusal. Yet she had to be true to herself. If she wasn't, who could she be true to?
The next morning when Vicky got up she considered making a move. She thought about all of the cities where she might work. Cleveland. She had a sister who lived there. She called her up.
"Hi, Terry," she began, "how's everything in Cleveland?"
"Just fine, baby," her sister replied, "what's wrong?"
"Does something have to be wrong for me to give you a phone call ? " she demanded.
"For you to give me a phone call, yes," she admitted.
"Now that's not nice," she told her, "you know I've been a loyal sister." Finally she asked her what the chances were for obtaining work there.
"There isn't any work here," her sister said, "that is, unless you want to hustle."
"What if I do want to hustle?" Vicky asked with a laugh.
"You're gonna have a lot of competition, dear," her sister Terry told her, "as more women than you could believe are selling it these days. It's simply dreadful. I have a terrible time keeping Mark where he belongs."
"Where does Mark belong?" Vicky teased.
"He belongs in my bed," she said, "and without any other women. You know that bastard brought home a bar fly the other night and wanted to have sex with the both of us. I thought I would kill him."
"Same old monster," she laughed, "well, married life is like that. That's why I'm glad that I'm a single girl. I wouldn't be married and tied down to one man for anything."
"No, you want to pass it around, free," Terry snapped. "Just like you did in college. No wonder you had more dates than I did. But you see, it didn't land you a husband, did it?"
"That's a bitchy thing for you to say," Vicky said angrily, "and I'm certainly glad I never seriously considered coming to Cleveland. I think it is a beautiful city, but I think some ugly people live there."
"Quit bitching," her sister said, "did you get busted and you need some money to get you out of jail, or what?"
Vicky was furious. She broke off their conversation with a snappy, "Good-bye," and then slammed down the phone.