Chapter 7
Verna wasn't home when Donna arrived from work Monday evening. That bothered her because it was Verna's turn to fix dinner and she was the best cook. Donna was a virtuoso of the TV dinner and usually popped something into the small oven when it was her turn. The necessity of eating alone gave her only two choices. She could have a TV dinner or she could go down to McDonalds and get a hamburger. She decided on the latter because it was only a few blocks away and she could call Robert when she returned.
She strolled the short blocks, casting idle glances into the windows of the stores she passed. She was not only thinking of Robert but of the things Lampson had said about him. She didn't want to believe her supervisor's accusations but they continued to bother her and she had to know if they were true.
She used the pay phone in the small hallway which led to the rest rooms and called Robert's apartment. She could hear the burr of the bell as it rang and counted off seven rings. Then she hung up. Robert wasn't home or he was too sick to answer the phone. The thought of him being alone and too sick to take care of himself served to add to her anxiety. She debated going to his apartment, then gave in to her hunger and decided to have the hamburger first.
It would be nice to see Robert, she told herself as she munched her sandwich. Verna might not be home until late and she had only another boring evening to look forward to. If Verna did return, she might have to listen to her story of what happened over the weekend. That could be even more boring.
Donna knew what a sleep-in was and could draw her own conclusions of what had happened to Verna. Verna liked sex and would date any man who offered it to her. Her version of a sleep-in bore no resemblance to the high school slumber parties they had attended while going to Logan High School. Verna's version was more like a fuck-in. It was a nice way of telling parents that you were going to spend a weekend with a man and would go to bed with him. Donna had endured all the sex she wanted for one day and wasn't interested in listening to any more. She finished her sandwich and gave Robert's apartment another call. His phone wasn't answered. She went back to her seat and sat down.
He could be dead, she mused, as she settled back in her seat and the plausibility of the notion made her shiver. She decided she would have to go see him.
Donna wanted to do the best thing. If he was ill, he might not want to have visitors and it was highly possible he had been gone all afternoon. If she could kill a few minutes she could call again and, if there was no answer, she could decide on a course of action. Robert could have been with his parents all day and would be home later on. Besides, his apartment was a long trip across town and she would have to take a cab to get there. She decided to wait until seven-thirty, then call again. He had told her, one time, that he was always home by seven o'clock.
With the California winter just around the corner, the rainy season would be upon them. It would be nice to enjoy a walk while it was still possible to do so. The air was becoming crisp and gave her a feeling of exhilaration to breathe it deep in her lungs and then exhale.
She strolled along, paying little attention to her direction or giving interest to the buildings she passed. It was only when she came to the wide yawning entrance of the Rio Theater that she paused, realizing she had been walking in a circle.
Large posters and photos called attention that the picture was titled Love In Blue and extolled the virtues of the semi-nude girls who looked blandly out at the viewer from various poses. It also declared that the movie was an X-rated movie.
Donna scrutinized the pictures, suddenly realizing she was tired. Her encounter with Tony Lampson had taken much of her energy and she wanted to sit down. She had considered using the bench at one of the bus stops but the cold wind was swirling bits of paper about the streets and forced her to raise the collar of her jacket about her neck. Killing time in the theater would be much more comfortable than sitting it out in the chill of an unprotected bus stop.
The odor of stale tobacco smoke hung over the interior of the theater as Donna shuffled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat. Male eyes turned in her direction as she passed, noting the short jacket, the skimpy skirt and the well-formed legs.
Loud voices carried to her from the screen as she searched the rows for a vacancy.
"Suck my cock, my precious, and you will cry with joy."
"Suck your own cock, you bastard. I'm a lady, not a cocksucker!"
"Cool it, baby! Your cunt smells and looks just like any other cunt."
"Your cock's a dried up twig! I want a real man when I suck! Go away!"
"You'll regret this, bitch! Cunt is cunt, even on a cow!"
Donna shaded her eyes with her hands to shut out the glare of the flickering screen. The shadows leaped across the faces of the spectators, making the empty seats that much harder to see. She peered anxiously into the dim haze-shrouded rows and sighed with relief as a couple rose from two seats on the aisle and shuffled back past her. She sank relieved into the second seat and settled back with a sigh. A hand moved across her leg, crawled down into her lap and scratched the fabric of her skirt. She wiggled, then pushed it away.
"Five bucks to finger your cunt," a thick voice whispered into her ear.
She scowled into the bloated face of the man in the next seat. He gave her a foolish grin, showing two missing teeth and made the offer again.
"How's about some cunt, baby?"
Donna leaned away from him. "Go away," she snapped.
"Ten dollars?"
"No!"
"Don't be uptight."
"Leave me alone."
"Fifteen dollars if you suck my cock."
Donna pressed into the empty seat until the armrest hurt her side. "NO, DAMN IT!" she snapped again. "Go away."
The flabby face creased into what was supposed to be a scowl and the bloodshot eyes peered at her through the haze. "Jesus! What's eatin' you?"
The odor of cheap wine made her wince. "Beat it, slob!"
"Twenty bucks to suck your cunt?"
"I said NO!"
The man squirmed in his seat and straightened. He continued to look at Donna as if assuming that a larger offer would bring results.
"You don't have to be so damn huffy about it!" he growled in irritation. "I'll give you twenty bucks for a fuck."
Donna slapped the hand and pushed it from her lap a second time. "You let me alone or I'll scream!"
The man's face grew red and he clambered out of his seat. "Well fuck you, sister!" he retorted in a loud voice. He clambered across the legs of spectators, cursing and whining that he hadn't done anything. Then, unwittingly, settled down on the lap of a balding viewer. The viewer hissed into his ear.
"Git'yer ass off a me, ya damn wino! Git the hell out'a here!"
The man mumbled an apology and pushed through the mass of legs to the opposite aisle. Donna sighed again and turned her attention back to the screen.
On the screen, a black buck was shaking his cock at what was supposed to be a poor black girl. Neither actor seemed to be overly interested in the parts they were playing. The girl backed away from him, then displayed a forced smile to the audience. She rubbed a hand down across her pussy hair and made a pretense of rubbing her pussy.
"You can lick my ass if you want, black boy. It will cost you a hundred dollars."
The girl bent over, turned her buttocks to the audience and displayed the open lips of her cunt. The buck dropped to the floor behind her and started licking.
Something warm nestled against Donna's left ear and warm breath brushed her cheek.
"Five bucks if you'll jack me off, sweetie," a voice said.
Donna leaned in the opposite direction. "Get lost," she snapped.
"How about a handful of cunt?"
"No."
"Twenty nice ones for a ninety-nine... " Donna bellowed, "Oh God!"
She leaned forward in her seat, wanting to pull her head away from the chin stuck in her neck. The masher's face followed her forward.
"Thirty dollars for a good fuck... "
"NO!"
"That's a lot of bread, girlie!"
"Go fuck yourself!"
Donna scrambled from the seat, pulling away from the head so rapidly that the man behind lost his balance and fell forward against the seat. She paused in the aisle, brought her clenched fist down on the back of his head and then scurried for the safety of the lobby.
She wouldn't go see Robert, she decided. She wanted to go home and go to bed where she would be safe from the pawing hands of would-be mashers. She was tired and angry. It had been a very grueling day.
She awoke with a pounding headache, a sore throat and a desire to stay home from work. Because Verna hadn't come home, she was alone in the apartment and it would be nice to stay home and just read or look at magazines and not have to worry about writing up sales or wrapping packages for one day. As she fixed breakfast, she told herself it was her privilege to stay home when she wasn't feeling well. Surely Mr. Lampson would understand.
Lampson's voice sounded sympathetic when she called to inform him she had the flu.
"I'll take care of it," he told her in a warm voice. "You just get well. We may want to check the stock in the back room again."
"Yes, Mr. Lampson," Donna said weakly. She stared absently at the blank wall, trying to remember when she had checked stock with Mr. Lampson.
"Tony," his voice came back, correcting her. "I want to be called Tony by my friends."
"Yes, Tony. I want to... "
"Just get well," Lampson said interrupting her. Then he hung up, leaving her more confused than before.
She lounged around, reading a copy of Verna's Play girl magazine and looking at the pictures of the jocks which occupied more of the pages than did the reading matter. They were all photos of handsome young men, standing beside trees, mounting bicycles, even carrying surfboards. The one common factor was their nudity. They were all naked and hung with long fat cocks which, apparently, was supposed to turn her on. Instead, she found them rather boring and put the magazine aside. By one o'clock, she was suffering second thoughts and was wishing she had gone to work. She was quite relieved when the phone rang. Even if it turned out to be a wrong number, at least she could talk to someone. She lifted the receiver and said hello, then waited for the caller to identify himself.
When she heard the voice, her entire body began to tingle.
"Donna... Donna... This's Robert. You okay?"
"Oh," Donna said. She sucked in a deep breath to quiet her heart. Robert! Robert was calling her! "I'm fine," she managed to say.
"Lampson said you were sick. You sure you're okay?"
"Sure," Donna said with a happy grin. "I'm fine now."
"I've been busy. Missed you a lot."
"Me too."
"Been going over plans with Dad. Big board meeting, you know. Sorta wanted you to go. Could you?"
"Sure," Donna whispered into the phone. Her heart began to beat rapidly. Robert was asking her to attend a board meeting. That could mean that he intended to ask her to marry him and would announce it to the directors.
"We're planning a party. A special sort of party," the voice in her ear said.
"That's nice."
"The company will be fifty years old and Dad says that should call for a celebration."
"That would be fun."
"He's leaving the entertainment up to me."
"That's great... "
"I want to see you."
"Me too... "
"You could meet me over here... "
"I'll come right away," she breathed happily.
The next twenty minutes, Donna spent picking out the prettiest skirt she had and borrowed a very sheer blouse from Verna's side of the closet to go with it. She wanted Robert to be pleased, and short skirts and flimsy blouses was one mode of dress she knew he liked. She wanted him to be very, very proud of her.
The image of herself in the apartment's small mirror appeared quite womanly with the slight eye shadow she had taken from Verna's makeup kit. That was another thing Robert approved of-older women. This should prove to him that she was maturely older than her nineteen years.
She gave herself an A for appearance and had just turned from the mirror when she heard the phone ring a second time. This time the caller wasn't Robert.
"Miss Delong, this is Leonard Barker. Bobby asked me to call you."
Donna turned the name over in her mind. Leonard... Leonard... Her mind refused to accept the name, then the painful truth dawned on her. Leonard, Robert's brother. Why was he calling her?
"Why?" she managed to ask into the mouthpiece. "Is something wrong?"
"He had to go with Dad."
"Oh?"
"He can't meet you at the Flamingo."
Instant disappointment doused her spirits. She suddenly felt a little weak.
"He wants you to meet him at the Regency," the voice was saying.
"Regency... " Leonard's voice was sharp and crisp as if he was in a hurry but wanted to make certain she understood. "On North First Street. Bobby left in a hurry... couldn't call you himself... Meet him there... Okay?"
"Whatever he wants," Donna stated with renewed hope. "Will he be long?"
The voice made a sound, as if the speaker was thinking, "They have a meeting downtown. An hour, maybe."
Donna said thanks and hung up with a bit of reservation. Leonard hadn't mentioned a cab but she was certain that Robert would still send one. She was disappointed because she had anticipated going to the Flamingo since the dining room catered to social parties and was known as a popular dine and dance spot. Donna felt dancing was a very healthy recreation and hoped that she could teach Robert.
Fifteen minutes later, she was in the cab and being driven downtown, fully aware that she had never heard of the Regency and a little puzzled over the way the driver had reacted when she gave him the name. He stated that he knew where the motel was and would take her there immediately if she liked, or he could drive her along the strip if she wanted to kill a little time.
"Of course, if you go now, you can always knock off a couple before yer guy gets there," he told her. Donna settled down in the back, even more confused but unwilling to show her ignorance by asking the driver what he had meant.
Her confusion continued to grow as the cab turned from the El Camino and headed into an older section of San Jose. This wasn't what she had expected and she wondered if the driver might be mistaken. Robert had never approved of anything but the best, which was one of the reasons she liked him and she had expected their meeting to be in a place she could be proud of. What she was seeing now looked seedy and run down.
Her disappointment was confirmed when the cab pulled up to the curb beside the driveway of an ancient looking group of buildings. A large neon sign, depicting a dancing nude girl, was fastened to a pole above the main building. The outlines of the girl's legs kicked repeatedly as the progressing neon tubes flashed off and on.
The driver pointed out the office and gave her a sardonic grin. "Have lots of fun, kiddo. This place sure has the works." Then he crawled back into his cab and drove away as if afraid of being seen in such an area.
There was nothing Donna could do but follow through. She went to the office, her platform shoes making a hollow clacking sound on the blacktop surface of the drive as if warning her to turn and run while she had the chance.
The clerk, behind the office desk, repeated the name.
"Barker? Sure. Room one-fifteen. Third door down." He pointed the way and gave her a leering smile as an opening gesture. "Ya got a nice ass, honey," he stated after a prolonged appraisal. "If there's anything ya need, just call. We got everything."
A large cardboard sign on the wall above his head held her attention and she vaguely heard him.
FUCK PICTURES SHOWN AT THREE, SIX AND NINE.
SWITCH KEYS AVAILABLE FROM CLERK-$5.00 Donna said 'thank you' and followed the line indicated by his pointing finger. It carried her past two dingy unites to her own.
After turning on the one small light which glowed from inside a glass shade hanging in a corner, to light the room, Donna settled down on the edge of the water bed to look around. The inside of the room looked just as depressing as the outside.
A small black and white television set occupied a position on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, supported by poles so that the viewer could relax or rest and still be able to see the screen. A sign placed under the set announced it was the only closed circuit television in the city and switch keys were available at the office. Another card stated the program for the day was The Teen-age Whore and the Happy Bachelor, an XXX-rated movie which shouldn't be viewed unless accompanied by a partner. It also announced that rubbers were available at the office-one-fifty each.
Donna peered dismally at the television set and the sign underneath it. In all her life, she had never seen anything like this and the more she looked, the more depressed she became. She couldn't understand why Robert would choose such a place to plan the events of their coming engagement.
The small bathroom was no better, she learned when she finally decided to look at it. There were no doors on the shower stall and the door to the bathroom didn't close tight.
At three o'clock, Robert hadn't arrived and she wondered if she had understood Leonard properly. He had said the Regency and this was the Regency. But where was Robert?
She settled down again to wait, counting off the minutes and wishing there was some better way to spend the time. She was thrilled when a knock finally sounded on the unit door. She rushed to let him in but the man who faced her when she opened the door wasn't Robert Barker. He was older than Robert, crudely dressed and stalked into the room as if he was being expected. He paused to stare at Donna as he unbuckled the belt on his pants.
"Hurry up, chickie," he blustered. "Get your pants off. I ain't got all day."
Donna's mind froze as her heart began to pound. She motioned helplessly. "Go away. This is my room... go away!"
The man frowned as if in doubt, but continued to remove his pants. "Not until I get into your cunt, chickie. I can't help it if I'm late."
"But this is my room... " Donna protested.
The man pushed his pants down his legs and pulled them off over his shoes. "I don't care whose room it is. Get your ass on the bed."
"No."
The man tossed his pants on the floor and worked with the buttons of his shorts. He frowned as he took them off.
"I didn't pay no fifty dollars to argue with you, girlie! Get your ass on that bed or I'll break your fuckin' arm!"
Donna closed her hands over her face. What was happening to her? What was this man doing here? Where was Robert? She wanted to cry out, to scream for help but her vocal cords wouldn't respond. A huge lump had formed in her throat and refused to go away. All she could do was moan.
"Get your damn clothes off, girlie," the man shouted. "My cock is aching to get in your crack!"
Donna shook her head with mounting fear, moaning softly. "Oh no... oh no... oh no... noooooooo!"
Rough hands grasped her shoulders, forcing her backward across the floor toward the bed until her legs struck the frame of the water bed. She teetered, lost her balance and toppled back onto the bed. His hands raised her skirt, grasped the fragile bikini panties she had worn to please Robert and ripped them apart. Then he was pulling off her shoes and she could hear them hit the floor as he threw them aside.
"Get your ass over where I can hit your cunt," his demanding voice ordered. "I can't get a cock in you laying there."
Donna forced her body back on the bed and twisted around. It had to be a bad dream, she told herself. She would get up in a few minutes and discover it was all just a bad dream.
"Open your blouse, chickie. I might suck a tit."
Donna fingered the buttons. She cringed at the thought of what was about to happen. This man, this animal, this horrible monster was going to rape her. He was going to thrust his cock into her cunt and fuck until he was satisfied. What she wanted seemed to make no difference to him and there was nothing she could do about it. She had heard of girls who were lured to out of the way motels and beaten if they didn't give in. She knew she would have to give in. She had to let this horrible person fuck her.
He was standing beside the bed, rubbing his growing cock and grinning at her. His mean, evil eyes seemed to be devouring the looks of her tender pussy. He bent down, pushed her rumpled skirt even higher, then grunted. "Open the blouse, chickie. I want to kiss your titties first."
She unbuttoned the three buttons on the front of the blouse and pulled it open. The salacious grin grew broader.
"You're a real looker, honey. Fifty bucks ain't bad for a fuck like you."
She stared up at his loathsome organ, noting the glossy, bulbous head and the huge shaft. She winced at the sight of his scrotum which hung from the base and swayed back and forth with his movements. She wanted to cry out in protest of what he was doing to her, but her throat was so numb she couldn't force the words.
The man pointed his cock at her open cunt and licked his lips. "I got a lot of meat, honey. Whenever it gets near a cunt, it just wants to crawl right in."
Donna stared at his huge prick and balls. She knew she was going to be violated, to be fucked against her will. It was unbelievable that anyone could act and talk the way this man was acting. She wanted to pretend that it wasn't true, that she wasn't going to be used simply as a hole, a sexual receptacle for the satisfaction of his craven desire. He was an animal, a sexual maniacal beast. She pressed her hands down across the pubic hair of her pussy as if attempting to protect it from the insertion of that loathsome cock. She wanted to shrink into the bed, to disappear before his eyes. She whimpered helplessly to herself. The man appeared pleased by what he was doing to her. His eyes held a gleeful expression and his tongue flicked out as if anxious to taste the flavor of her tender cunt juices. He leered at her, still pointing his cock toward her body.
"Get your ass ready, chickie. I'm comin'."
Donna shuddered and managed to mumble, "Go away."
"You could take that damn skirt off!" he bleated. He grasped the fabric and jerked it. The waist band dug into Donna's hip.
"Take it off, damn it!" the man roared. "I want to lick your ass too!"
Donna fumbled with the zipper and forced it down the slide. The man grasped the sides and jerked the skirt down over her hips. The fabric bit into her tender skin and she blurted aloud.
"Oh God! Oh God!"
Now that he could look upon her naked body, the man was satisfied. He climbed onto the bed, forced her legs apart and settled down on his knees between them. The water mattress rocked gently from the force of his movement. He laughed and touched her tender cunt with his fingers.
"You'll love this, chickie," he promised. "When Bucky fucks a gal, she's really fucked."
Donna only partially heard what he was saying. She moaned, begging him to stop.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, oh please!"
There was no foreplay to his forced lovemaking, no preparation and no attempt to arouse her own desires. There was only his animalistic demand to make herself available. He pushed her legs wider apart, opening the tender lips of her unwilling cunt so he could thrust his massive cock into her. She could feel him touching the aching pussy lips, forcing them wide, gripping the soft flesh and crushing any desire she might have to exclude him.
His bulbous cock pressed into the mouth of her cunt, seeking entry. Donna winced again as he increased the pressure and cried out in pain as the massive head was forced into the opening of her cunt.
"Please," she begged. "Oh please!"
The man jerked her cunt lips open with his finger and thrust his cock into the increased opening. "Shut up, bitch!" he growled.
The rapacious prick wormed into the opening, seeking more space, forcing her cunt to dimensions it had never attained before. She began to cry softly. A grunt and a blurted, "Oh shit," from the man tormenting her cunt proved that he was too bestial to care.
"Here's some real fuckin', chickie," he chortled. "Open your ass up so old Buckie can hit bottom!"
He forced his pelvis into her squirming defenseless crotch, slapping his groin against the soft pink skin. His cock slithered into the enraged flesh and plunged deep into her quivering cunt.
Donna wanted to hold back the squeal that erupted from her lips. She didn't want the man to know he was hurting her so dreadfully. The agony caused by his barbaric action was too much and she cried out.
The man paused for a moment.
"Shut up, you silly bitch!" he snarled angrily. Then he began thrusting into her aching cunt in earnest.
Donna covered her mouth with her hands to restrain the sobs welling up into her lips. She couldn't let him know how much she hated him, how much she would like to kill him. If he knew, it would only force him to increase the torture he was inflicting on her body. She knew that if he hurt her any more, she would surely die and Robert could never ask her to marry him.
She couldn't remember how long she had been there. It seemed like hours. All Donna could remember was that she was there, in a cheap motel room and the man who called himself Bucky was fucking her. Time had brought some adjustments.
Her tender cunt was becoming accustomed to the shafting of Bucky's monstrous prick and it didn't hurt like it had at first. In fact, she had to admit, it was beginning to feel pleasant.
Her eyes were dry, her sobs had gone away and she had accepted the situation for what it must be. Leonard had lured her there so Bucky could fuck her and now that the truth had been revealed, she could accept the horrible revelation that Robert wasn't coming to meet her. He hadn't changed his plans and might, right then, be at the Flamingo looking for her and wondering why she didn't come. Bucky was the person she had been lured there to meet and he had paid someone fifty dollars for the pleasure of fucking her.
Looking up into his face now, Donna suddenly realized she was liking what he was doing to her. The movements of his pulsating cock were bringing her cunt alive to a new excitement she had never experienced before.
"Oh it's good!" she moaned, reaching her arms up for him. "Push that prick in hard!"
Bucky was panting from his exertion and his actions were becoming even more intense as he bucked his ass up and down over her. He slammed his groin down upon her own and twisted his ass to force it a little bit farther.
Donna was still murmuring. "I like it! I'm beginning to like it!"
She grasped him around the waist, dug her fingernails into the soft skin of his back and scraped it from his shoulders to his hips.
"Make me come," she pleaded. "Puck my cunt until I explode!"
Bucky grunted again and drew in a deep breath. His eyes appeared to be burning with an inward fire, a fire that must have come up all the way from his scorching cock.
"It's coming, chickie. It's gonna go bang just any time!"
"Oh yes... Oh please... Fill my cunt with delicious cock juice... Ahhhhhhh... It's so good!"
His ass bucked up and down as if keeping time to some rapid beat she couldn't hear and the speed of his thrusting was beating her sore cunt into a mass of swollen flesh. Lubrication from her pussy oozed down his shaft, making the action easier and creating a suction that was bringing new sensations inside her slippery cunt.
"This is beautiful fucking," she whispered up at him. "Your cock feels so good!"
"It's comin', chickie," he whispered back.
Then it was there.
She had been certain that his cock couldn't get any bigger but it did. She felt it swelling and pushing against her cunt lips, stretching them even more. Then a tremor swept through his body which was felt in the skin of his taut prick. It began to jerk, creating a motion and pressure inside of her cunt, while it was still pumping in and out. She heard his deep sigh. His face froze into a grimace and he grunted, "Oh Christ... Oh oh Christ... " Donna lifted her legs from the surface of the water bed and increasing the elevation of her cunt. Bucky rocked gently on the platform created by her cunt and ass. He cooed with delight, then rocked some more. Donna's sucking cunt pulled on his prick.
She could hear him moaning, whispering words, crying with his own pleasure.
His shaft stabbed deep. She felt it jerk, then something warm and sticky was oozing out of her cunt. Jism flowed down her crack to the tender rim of her asshole. It felt so good she wanted to cry again, only this time, with pleasure.
Bucky blurted, "Shit... Oh shit!"
His ass jerked backward again and he drove his cock down into her wet cunt with a deep moan. He jerked once, then remained still, completely spent, awaiting his cock juice to flood her pussy. She felt his hot skin as he sank down over her and she held him tight as if drawing more of his juice from him by clasping his tired body to her own.
"That was good," she whispered in his ear. "That was really good."
"Yeah," Bucky said, nodding. "Chickie, you are one real fuck!"