Chapter 12
Cliff had the three of us girls meet him over at his place the next day to divide up the money from Vanderpool's generous check.
I could hardly, talk when Cliff casually stuffed twelve one thousand dollar bills and five one hundreds into my hand. I shoved the money into my purse and took off immediately for the bank, where it would go into safekeeping. I was rattled every step of the way, knowing that you could easily get robbed by some stiff if you had five bucks, and that for twelve grand lots of them would kill you.
Once I put the money into my account I was breathing a lot easier. I wiped the tense sweat from my brow and went home, feeling a lot more secure than I had before in my life. Never had I possessed that much money at one time, and even now it was so hard to believe that I expected somebody to pop on the scene at any second and inform me that none of it was true.
But now I had a little security, and all during the ride home it was like I was sitting on a cloud. I had the initial impulse to spend a lot of that money, or at least some of it, on things that I wanted, but I suppressed that urge, knowing that a relationship with Cliff built on the kind of business operation we were in could collapse at any minute. I had the feeling throughout that I was hanging from a thread, that it could all end just as quickly and mysteriously as it had begun. So for that reason I needed to build for the future while I was making big money.
As for my feelings toward Cliff, I was as hot for him as ever. I dreamed about somehow, some way changing his style of living, making him love just me and eventually getting him to marry me. I'd think about those possibilities, then I'd despair, deciding that he just wasn't built that way and there was no way that I or anybody else could change him.
A full week went by after the day that we divided the money up. I didn't hear as much as a word from him, and got pissed off all over again. I would get so hot thinking about him, particularly late at night when it was pitch dark and I was in bed, that I had to run my fingers over my moist mound until I got some satisfaction.
Then after I'd get that temporary satisfaction I'd curse him under my breath for being such an inconsiderate bastard. He couldn't really care much about me to treat me as he did. He'd let all kinds of time go by without me even hearing from him, then all of a sudden he'd emerge on the scene and I'd be so happy to see him that I'd never manifest my grievances in the way that I'd conjure them up in my periods of loneliness.
All I knew was that I was in a bad way when he wasn't around, yet it looked like as long as I knew him romantically it would have to be strictly on his terms, which necessitated a lot of waiting.
One evening I was awakened with a loud insistent rapping on the door. I got scared, wondering if some madman was at the door ready to do me in. I flicked on the light and blinked my eyes open, looking up at the clock near the bed. No wonder I had been so groggy when I awakened. It was a few minutes before three, one hell of a lousy time for somebody to be rapping his fists on the door. The rapping continued, louder and more impatient than before, as I threw on a robe and walked toward the door. My body was trembling and I thought for a second about calling the police. But I decided instead to investigate first.
"Who is it?" I asked, suppressing the desire to bark at the loud, inconsiderate person on the other side of the door for fear of antagonizing him more.
"Open this fucking door. I ain't got all night," Cliff's voice growled impatiently, slurring his words.
I opened the door and stared directly into Cliff's red eyes. I could see the outline of that stiff dick underneath his pants.
"What's the meaning of this?" I asked.
"I'm drunk and horny and want a good piece of ass. Do you mind?" he shoved his way inside.
"I don't suppose it would make any difference if I did," I said, taken aback by his surliness, a trait I had never seen before. Maybe he had been inconsiderate and cocky, but there was a side suddenly emerging that I never knew existed.
"I want a piece of ass," he unzipped his trousers and worked his fingers up and down his dong.
"You've got a lot of nerve bursting in here like this and making all that noise at the door," I informed him curtly. "I do have to live with these neighbors, you know."
"Screw the neighbors. If they don't like it they can move."
"What in hell's gotten into you?"
"Shut up, woman. I'm tired of doing all this talking. I didn't come up her for chit-chat. I came up here to get a good piece of ass. Now are you with me or aren't you?"
"I'm with you." From the menacing was he was looking at me I was afraid to say anything else.
"That's good."
With that he strode right into the bedroom and began pulling off his clothes. All I had to do was slip out of my robe, which I did, sprawling out on the bed.
The prick looked as inviting as ever, but there were tinges of fear that were shooting through me this time that were never present in the past when I had had sex with him.
I didn't like his menacing manner, and wondered if drinking didn't bring out an inordinate sadism in him. I'd seen him drink before, but never to the point where he was red-eyed, like at that moment. There was no telling how much he'd imbibed or over how long a period of time. All I knew was that I didn't like his attitude or manner. He had kept me waiting without a word for a week, and when he did finally come to see me it was to inconsiderately wake me up at a terrible hour of the morning.
He slipped into bed with me, letting his fingers move down to my lush pubic V, which he fondled. Just as I was picking up the rhythm of his graceful movements and had concluded that he was abandoning his hostile ways he grabbed me by my arms, holding tight until I had to cry out.
"Stop that, you're hurting me," I shouted.
"That's tough shit," he spat.
With brutal force he locked one of his steel-like arms around my waist, holding on tight until he had practically sucked all the air out of me.
His mouth dropped down to my nipples, which he sucked greedily. Clamping his mouth over them he suck hard, then bit down on the, feeling their berry-like buds respond. He rolled his tongue and teeth around them as my body flared back and forth to his movements.
I struggled to free myself when it really started to hurt, but he was to strong to fight off, needless to say. His powerful hips ground savagely into mine and I could feel his sharp penis beginning to grind its way inside me.
"Cut out that squirming shit," he said angrily. "But you're hurting me."
"Not as much as I'm gonna be hurting you if you don't knock it off."
Making a strange animal sound he ground those hips into me painfully once more and pumped the meat my way. That hot cock tore into the inner walls of my vagina with all he had. I let out a gasp, which fell on deaf ears. He was enjoying punishing me.
He was driven with a reckless whorehouse abandon as he gripped my legs so tightly that I could hardly move them and drummed that enormous prick in and out of me.
"Now this is fucking," he exclaimed, panting noticeably as he continued picking up the pace, pushing forward speedily.
His massive hardness pushed forward relentlessly, surging inside me, driving his hot dagger with electric swiftness. I let out an occasional gasp, but for the most back I just laid back with my legs spread and took everything he could offer.
"I'm gonna shoot that juice into you," he panted. I "So just hang on and you'll get it. I'm gonna finish this joy ride."
I felt that hard throbbing tip of his cock grinding a steady tune inside me. My buttocks kept contracting, keeping time to his movements. Now the whole thing wasn't hurting as much and I was settling into the exhilarating aspects of the screw.
"Now you're rocking," he nodded, "and I'm gonna spray you."
Several driving forward movements later his trigger popped and his juice filled my itchy cunt. At that same moment my cunt shot, making it an on-target mutual orgasm.
"You're not a bad fuck when you make up your mind about it," Cliff said after it was all over.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That when you stop bitching you can give a guy kicks."
"I wouldn't call it bitching not to want my arms broken." "Oh shit," he said disgustedly.
"Just what in hell's gotten into you?"
"Nothing. I'm just playing if fast and loose."
"You play it very loose," I said with disgust, "so loose that I don't even see you very often."
"Well you're seeing me now," he growled.
"Yes, for the time being, on your terms."
"Oh, so you wanna do the dictating, huh?"
"Not necessarily. It's just that I'd like you to show consideration.
"Shit, I give you the stiffest cock in town and you're crying about consideration. You broads slay me.
"We're not as bad as you crack us up to be. It's just that we've got feelings just like anybody else."
"That's what I go by," a wicked grin surfaced on his lips. "I have feelings and they're in my cock and balls. I got 'em a little before I came over here. I don't know when these feelings are gonna erupt. All of a sudden they're just there. That's the only way I can explain them. You dig? By the time he finished he was raising his voice louder than I wanted to hear it.
"Perfectly clear," I said softly.
He rose quickly from the bed and put on his clothes. Cliff dressed so fast that he reminded me of a fireman getting ready to go off and fight a fire.
"What's the hurry?" I asked.
"I've got other places I've gotta go."
"Where would that be at this hour of the morning?"
"If I thought it was your business I'd tell you," he growled.
That comment made me flinch. I loved the goddamned wretch, no matter what his qualities of the moment were, and consequently being shouted at by him took on far more significance than if it had been anybody else doing the shouting.
"Then go your way and say no more."
"You don't have to be sarcastic."
"Look who's talking."
"You know, you could be replaced. There are all kinds of twats wiggling around, black and white, who would love to have me inside their pants. Just remember that."
"I'm well aware of that."
"Well just keep it in mind, and don't be so damned snotty next time I come up here for a piece of tail."
He stomped peremptorily out of the house and slammed the door good and hard.
I burst into tears and stalked into the kitchen, opening a fresh bottle of vodka.