Chapter 2
A loud knocking at the door brought her out of her trance. Joanne hastily wrapped the sheets around her naked body and went to the door. She called out, "Who is it?"
"It's Mrs. Cliff. How about the rent? You're a week late already!"
Damn that old bitch, thought Joanne. For a long moment, she didn't know what to say. Frank had taken all the money. There was nothing left to pay the rent with. She'd have to stall. But how?"
"Look, Mrs. Cliff, I've got a little problem-----"
"Your problems are just starting if you don't have the rent to me by noon! And don't give me any of that shit about needing an abortion or how your poor old maiden aunt who looks like me needs a brain operation. I've heard all the stories. Pay up by noon or I'll bounce you on your ass!"
Joanne heard determined footsteps leave her door. There was no doubt the crusty old woman meant every word. If she didn't come up with some money and fast, she'd be evicted.
For a while she cried her heart out. Then she finally decided that wouldn't help at all. She'd have to do something about being deserted like this. She hadn't thought Frank was capable of leaving her.
That was reality. That was what she had to come to grips with. She realized too late that he'd been taking her for a ride. Joanne wryly smiled as she realized she'd asked for everything she'd gotten. Frank had never told her he loved her. She'd loved him and thought that was good enough.
Maybe loving him had been what she wanted most in the world. This was a convenient way of introducing her to the harsh world and the men like Frank who inhabited it.
But still, she couldn't be too bitter. Hadn't he been good in bed? Hadn't he given her a hell of a lot of pleasure? She'd loved every second of that. Maybe that, with the newfound insight he'd just given her, was worth the money she'd lost.
That still didn't solve her problem. She didn't have a job. She'd never worked. Her parents had given hei everything until Frank had come along and she'd gone with him. After a late night phone call a week earlier to her mother, Joanne was convinced that her parents wouldn't take her back in.
Or if-they did, it would be worse than totally rejecting her. She'd have to live in an "I told you so" world that would strip her entirely naked of her pride. Not even Frank's theft destroyed her dignity. It would go if she went crawling back to her parents begging them for forgiveness.
Joanne refused to consider that.
She dressed, thinking as she slowly put on her threadbare clothes. A job was the only way she could get out of her financial bind. Moving to another apartment wasn't the answer. She'd have to come up with the rent and keep Mrs. Cliff happy. The deposit she'd been required to put up, even for this cockroach-infested flop, had been high. There was no doubt in the girl's mind that the old woman would keep every dime of that deposit if the rent wasn't paid.
Joanne simply didn't have the money for another deposit at some other apartment house. Paying the rent was the only answer. But how?
For a brief second, the thought of going out on the street and finding some John raced through her mind. To turn a trick or two would give her the money to keep going until she could get a real job. Joanne shook her head, her brunette hair cascading luxuriously around her shoulders. Hooking wasn't her style. To have some man she didn't even know fucking her was slightly repulsive to her. She'd led a sheltered life.
Frank was only the third man she'd ever slept with. To actually go out and sell her body to a stranger simply wasn't possible. Not unless she got really and truly desperate. And even then ...
Joanne found the evening nexspaper and quickly went through the want ads. Most of them obviously required experienced help. She could make change but would hardly make much of an impression on a prospective employer in her tattered sweatshirt with "LOVE" stencilled on the front and her blue jeans. Most of the jobs being offered were for clerks in department stores. One look at her in all her threadbare clothes and that would be it.
One item caught and held her attention. It was simple, yet intriguing. All it said was: Letter writing. No experience necessary. Good pay for hard workers. See Mr. Worley, 7994 King Place.
Joanne figured she had nothing to lose. She tore the small ad from the paper and went out the door. On the wall outside the apartment was a pay phone. Should she call her parents? One call and a little begging and they would take her back.
Straightening her back, Joanne marched down to Mrs. Cliffs apartment, knocked on the door and waited for the old woman to answer.
"Well, young lady. You come to pay the rent?"
"No, but I want to make a proposition."
"That's not my style. I just want money," the woman answered, her prune face wrinkling in disgust.
"Look, I'm going out on a job interview. If I get the job, I'll be getting some money. Let me stay on until the first paycheck and I'll even see if I can't give you a little more against the next month's rent. "
Mrs. Cliff looked over Joanne, saw her sincerity and finally said, "Either you're the damnedest actress I ever seen or you mean it. Either way, okay. Anybody who can act that good can get any job they want. I'll let you stay on until the end of next week if you get the job."
Then, slyly, the old woman looked at Joanne and added, "What happened to your old man? He split on you?"
Joanne had no reason to deny it. She simply nodded her head.
"It happens," Mrs. Cliff said. "All the time it happens and always to the young girls like you. You could land any man you want and who do you fall head over heels in love with but some prick."
Joanne icily said, "Thank you for letting me have this chance, Mrs. Cliff. I'll get the rent money." Then she spun around and left. The woman's cackling laugh mocked her.
Her ears burned as she went into the street and the brightness of the day. Frank had deserted her. He'd stolen her money. He'd played her for a grade A sucker and then dumped her like a used tissue.
She'd show him. She'd show Mrs. Oiff! She'd show all of those goddamn self-righteous bastards! This job would be her steppingstone to bigger and better things!
When she saw 7994 King Place she wondered how big a step up in the world it would be for her. The front of the building was grimy with the caked soot of years. But this was it for her. She had to have the job. And writing letters sounded like an easy way of getting money. If she had to, she could write all night long and make lots of overtime money.
There was no receptionist at the desk. A glass door had chipped letters painted on it: PEN FRIENDS. She pushed her way through it and saw a heavy-set man perched on a chair behind a massive oak desk. The desk was cluttered with a ton of papers, not a one of which looked crisp and clean and white.
Joanne thought a job as secretary might be even better paying. But she was hardly dressed for applying for a job like that, even in a sleazy place like this.
"Are you the Mr. Worley who put the ad in last night's paper?"
"Sure, doll," he said. She felt vaguely unclean as his eyes worked all over her body. He didn't miss a thing. Every bulge of her loose-hanging tits and her flaring ass and trim legs was carefully studied and filed away in the man's brain.
She had a sudden image of a cesspool. Then she forced herself to say, "I'd like to apply for the job writing letters." <
"I'll just be you would, doll. I bet you would. Sit down and let's talk about it."
She sat on the edge of the straight back wooden chair. The man's attitude seemed more than friendly, it was intimate. She realized in a blinding flash of insight just what she'd have to do to get this job. Equally as fast, she knew she'd do whatever he asked. This job meant that much to her.
The words were all blurred and she only responded with mumbles. Then, crystal sharp, she heard, "So if you, say, do me a favor, why I'd be willing to do you one right back, like giving you the job."
"What do you want me to do?"
The man licked his lips and said, "Just come around the desk and I'll do everything from there. All you have to do is relax and enjoy the hell out of it."
She walked around the desk and let him unsnap her jeans. His hands were trembling as he peeled down her pants to reveal the slender legs underneath. His breath came hot across her flesh and made her shiver in reaction.
"You like this, don't you? You want my prick ramming up here!" She moaned loudly as he suddenly grabbed her snatch and lifted. Even through the panties she wore, she felt a finger driving upwards into her cunt. He didn't rip the thin fabric but he came close.
"Yeah, you love it. All you hot bushes love it. And you're gonna love this even more!"
He unzipped his pants and let his turgid cock spring out. In spite of herself, she found her eyes fastened on the man's quivering prick. It wasn't as long as Frank's prick, but it was long. She suddenly wondered what it would be like having that cock
"Bend over the desk," he ordered.
His hands pushed her exactly where he wanted her. She was face down on the littered desk. Rough hands moved her legs apart, then skinned off her panties. Her naked ass gleamed whitely in the dim light of the room.
She heard a sudden intake of breath and a muttered, "Goddamn! I never saw an ass so pretty before! Fuckin' that's gonna be a helluva lot of fun!"
Then she gasped. His long prick came poking between her asscheeks searching out her cunt. The blunt nosecone of the cock unerringly homed in on her twat. For a brief second, it hesitated at her pussy lips. Then it pushed them apart and went racing up into her snatch.
The sudden intrusion all the way up her pussy took her by surprise. She knew what he was doing. She knew where his cock was. When it had lightly brushed her pussy lips, a tiny shiver of anticipation had run through her body.
She realized this wasn't going to be lovemaking but a simple screwing right there on his desk.
In spite of this knowledge, she found herself enjoying the feel of his prick digging into her soft flesh. He parted her sex lips with his thick rod of cock and bored all the way up her cunt. The lewd smuching noise as he fucked her reminded her of all the times she'd fucked with Frank.
It wasn't some toad of a man fucking her from behind. This was her lover. He hadn't left her after all. Closing her eyes, imagining it was his huge cock filling her cunt helped. She began to fantasize. He'd returned to her and was fucking her. He was sorry he'd left her like he had. This would make up for it.
The cock slammed all the way up her cunt. The broad arrowhead spread the cunt walls and created a vacuum deep in her guts as it pulled back. For a second, she thought her insides would follow that cock as it retreated from its warm berth in her pussy.
Then she was actively participating in the fucking. She wanted the job. Pleasuring the man on the other end of that cock was the best way of insuring she got it.
Her naked ass drove back and wiggled sensuously against his hairy thighs. Over and over his cock plunged deep into her flesh. She began rotating her hips to give even deeper penetration up her cunt.
"That's the way I like it, doll. Do it to me good!" came the hoarse voice.
She ignored it and concentrated on the wondrous feel of the prick in her pussy. It stirred buried passions. Her belly was slowly filling with liquid desire. It would soon explode and burn like napalm in her guts. She would come then.
Her fists clenched down tight on papers in front of her. She screwed her eyes tightly shut as she let her body take complete command of the fucking. Her brain was out of gear. Her body was enjoying this. That was the best she could do.
Over and over, that cock surged hard into her velvety cunt. The walls of her pussy began to ripple and tighten. Her orgasm was going to grip her in an iron fist at any second.
"Oh, please, give it to me faster! Faster, damn you, faster!" she yelled. Her ass worked back into the man's groin. She felt the spike of his cock begin to twitch in a wild dance when it was far up her pussy. It wouldn't be long before he started fountaining out his precious cum.
Then she came. Her entire body shuddered and she screamed. Her hips drove backwards hard. Her entire world was that cock fucking her. She could feel its hardness, its heat and steely length.
Then the liquid love began gushing from his cock into her fuck hole. He whitewashed the entire insides of her pussy with his jism.
Panting, Mr. Worley said, "Goddamn, doll, I never felt a manhole as tight as yours. I'd think you were a virgin except you fuck like a goddamn whore!"
She was breathing hard. Joanne realized she was still sprawled across the man's desk, her lily white ass poking up towards him. She started to reach between her legs and wipe away a tiny trickle of his cum, then stopped. Let it run down the inside of her thigh. She didn't doubt he was still watching her every move.
"So do I get the job, Mr. Worley?" Joanne remained stretched out over the desk, then let her ass twitch just a bit. Not enough to be blatant but enough to give the man another hard-on if he had even a single drop of jizz left in his balls.
She must have drained him completely because his cock remained limp. But she heard the words she wanted to hear.
"You've got the job. You can start right away. Down the hall and third door on the left. One of the girls will tell you what to do. And goddamn you, get decent. What if someone came in and saw you bare-ass naked like that?"
"I don't know, Mr. Worley. What if someone did come in and see us like this?"
He glared at her. Joanne quickly pulled on her panties and wiggled back into her skin-tight jeans. She felt the man's eyes on her ass all the way out of the office.
But she was happy. She had a job!