Chapter 15
After her brother had gone, Jan phoned Debbie. She was so glad they'd gotten enough money ahead to afford a phone.
"Hi," she began.
"Who is this?" Debbie asked.
"Don't you recognize my voice?"
"If you want me to be honest, I've got to say 'no', " Debbie told her flatly.
"I'm Jan, baby-you , :d to phone you if I could go out on one of your calls."
"But why are you calling me at this hour?"
"I'm sorry, but I was lonely."
"Oh, baby, forgive me," Debbie said softly, "I'm really glad you phoned-come on over!"
"I hope I won't be interfering with anything you have planned."
"No, baby, you won't. I'm going out on assignment, and you could join me if you care to. There's money in it for you."
"What kind of assignment?"
"Tell you when I see you," Debbie said cagily. "Get over here on the double though, honey-okay?"
"Okay," she replied. And then, she hurriedly slipped into a black satin pant-suit, and they went together to the date Debbie had arranged for her sex show. En route, she explained, "They provide the dog. All we have to do is ... fuck him."
"Oh, Debbie-it would have to be the dog," Jan complained, "I thought it was just you and me!"
"One of these days it will be," Debbie consoled her, patting her thigh gently, "but now, we are set for doing it with a dog at a stag show."
"I'm nervous-I don't think I can do it!"
And then, the taxi-driver stopped and both girls got out, Debbie paying the driver. Going into the posh building, Jan commented, "These people live it up, don't they?"
"This is class-yes," Debbie said, "And that is where the cash is. I always move in good circles!"
She knew right where to go, and Jan followed, feeling kind of lost at this point. They got off on the fifty-fifth floor, and headed for the apartment where the stag party was being held. Debbie gave her signal knock, and a voice asked, "Who is it?"
"Debbie," she said.
"Who is with you?"
"Jan, she's going to join me tonight," she explained.
"Alright." the voice replied nonchalantly, and then the door opened, and Jan saw the strangest looking fat man she'd ever seen in her young life. His chins had chins.
"You and your girlfriend can follow me," he smiled, "I'll get you all set up."
Past the men who were gambling, and drinking, Jan joined Debbie, and when they were alone in the bedroom, Jan recalled her brother mentioning operating a blind-pig when he made enough money. Gambling, sex-that was all part of the action.
"Is this a blind-pig operation?" Jan asked Debbie bluntly.
"Oh, you know all about this kind of game," Debbie smiled, "Maybe you aren't the little-girl-innocent I thought you were."
"I-I heard about it from a friend!"
"You have nice friends," Debbie laughed, "How much did they offer you, baby?"
"I don't think he expected me to work in it," she said.
"Well, don't count on it. Friends asked the strangest favors when they're in a pinch!"
"Whores come up here and service those men, don't they?"
"Well, yes, but let's call it a life-style-not whores. That's old fashioned. Playgirls, anything but whores. I hate that fuckin' word!"
"Why?"
"Because my old lady was a fuckin' whore," Debbie said, "and I'm worse than she was. I'm a dog-fucker, and a dyke! Good background, and what a future!"
Then, she watched her strip, and a moment later, she was left alone, as she went out to perform with a German Shepherd that was led into the room by the fat man.
All that Debbie had said made an impact upon her mind. Did Jeff plan to use her in a blind-pig setup? Would they forever be skirting the law?
And her own Mom-she wasn't much better than Debbie's whore-mother. Only maybe people would think my Mom was worse, she reasoned. Doing it with all of us-no wonder Jeff is so twisted, no wonder I'm bent-out-of-shape, she thought.
A moment later she heard gales of laughter coming from the living room. And opening the door a crack, she saw the dog, with its paws on Debbie's beautiful body. The men crowded around like a bunch of dirty old men, assaulting their victim with their lust-crazed eyes.
"Ohh, no, no-" she sobbed, "I-I can't go on like this!" As she watched the dog, she saw Debbie's hand reach out and guide the huge dog penis into her slit.
The men were so stimulated now they could hardly contain themselves.
"Does he have a good hard-on?" one man asked her crudely.
"Sure, he does-longer than most of you," Debbie bantered back and forth with them.
Even though Debbie had assured her, she'd be well paid to perform with the dog, the thought of doing it-with those evil, awful men watching was terrifying to Jan.
"Give it to her, fucker-shove that hunk of meat up her hole," the fat man smiled.
You crude bastard, Debbie thought-I wish I could ram this dog's dick down your foul throat.
And in the bedroom, Jan wept. She had a gentle feeling for Debbie. And when Debbie revealed her unpleasant past, she felt for her all the more. What chance did she have to live down the awful start she had in life?
"Fuck me, baby-fuck me," Debbie threw her head back, and laughed, not letting on how it disgusted her to do it with a dog.
The dog was enjoying himself, letting his jaw hang slack, and stabbing it up there fiercely.
"Give it to her, give it to her," the men chorused, as they clustered closer. And the louder they cried the more sickened Jan felt.
And then it hit her with shattering impact; she was supposed to perform with that big dog in seconds. How could she? Oh, why did she ever go along with Debbie? This wasn't her way of life.
In flash-back, she remembered Mom. Mom dressing her up when she was a little girl, washing her face off when she made mud-pies, holding her still on her lap when they took pictures of her. And then, she remembered
-Mom was gone! Jeff was left, but, what good was he to her now? No doubt, he thought she could go along with a blind-pig setup-gambling, sex, dog-fuckers!
No! No!! No!! ! she shrieked inside, and then turning away from the awful sight she closed the door behind her, and spotting the window, she made up her mind to end all pain-the only way. But, she thought of Jeff. She should try to get him.
She went to the phone and dialed. Jeff was coming down the hall, and he hurried his footsteps to get the phone. He was surprised Jan wasn't home, and figured she'd get it-but there was no one home, and he picked up the phone when he got in the door.
"Hello-"
"Jeff," Jan sobbed into the phone.
"Yes, baby, where are you?"
"At a blind-pig-"
"Are you, baby-where?"
"I-I don't know where I am," she wept. "But-But-"
Jeff didn't let her continue.
"Honey-that's the business I want to go into. Keep track of how they operate. See how much they pay? What are you doing there," he joked, "Fucking some dirty old men?"
"I'm here to fuck a dog," she cried, "and you know what?"
"What?"
"I'm going to surprise them all. I'm not fuckin' any damned dog. I'm not fucking anybody anymore."
"What are you talking about?" Jeff demanded. "Where are you?"
"Beyond it all," she said calmly, walking toward the window.
"You taking drugs? You high?" Jeff asked his sister.
"Real high," she said, "Fifty stories up, and I'm going down to hell tonight!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to jump," she cried, "Listen!"
And then, Jan jumped out the window, taking the phone with her, and as she fell, it dangled against the side of the towering apartment building.
Jeff heard voices.
"What happened?" the fat man cried, running to the window. "Oh-Ohhh, she killed herself!"
Debbie shoved the dog off, and ran for the bedroom, and horrified looked down below where traffic had stopped. Jan was dead. She wept, "You bastards killed her! Go to hell, all of you."
"Lock her in a bedroom-she's hysterical," the fat man told a couple of the men, and they hustled her off. "Get that phone back here. Nobody will ever know she jumped from here!"
The phone was pulled back, the window closed quickly, and the men scattered like leaves in a fall wind.
Jeff phoned the police, and when they could locate where the suicide had taken place, they notified him.
He couldn't take her back home for a funeral. New York was home now. He bought her the best funeral he could afford, and after it was over, he walked through Central Park, and tried desperately to forget, but he couldn't.