Chapter 15
When I went back to court the judge told Georgia I had been indicted by the grand jury, and the case was sent to the chief judge for arraignment. It took about five minutes for the case to be assigned to a trial judge. When we went before the trial judge, the state's attorney requested another continuance.
Georgia objected to the continuance saying that we were ready for trial. She also asked for all materials, and or confessions the state intended to introduce in the trial. The state's attorney told the judge the state wasn't ready for trial and he granted the continuance.
I made the headlines again, because when I left court, Vivian, Ethel, Louise, Ida, Sarah, Helen, Mildred, Brenda, Betty, Helga, Astrid, and Georgia were all with me, along with my mother and Willie Mae, who was still looking good. Her husband was there, too. The photographers had a field day taking pictures, ft took three cars to handle the crowd; my Wildcat, Georgia's Caddy, and Willie Mae's husband's Chevy.
From the moment I was first arrested, I started having me a fucking ball. Most of my broads were at my pad, most of the time, and it was an endless round robin of fucking. I decided if I was gonna take a trip to Stateville, I was gonna get as much fucking in before I left as f could.
I started asking around about Eddie, and the word came back that he hadn't been seen since the day I got busted by the fuzz. I didn't go out much; I just stayed in the pad, and took care of my women. Ethel started working on a whole new set of pictures with all the girls in different poses.
There were always four or five women running around the apartment bare ass naked. I fucked from one end of the joint to the other. Georgia dropped all her other cases and concentrated on mine; even when she could go to court she didn't, she had her secretary go for her and get continuances.
Ethel quit waiting tables and worked on the pictures day and night. The new pictures were hanging all over the house. The fuzz stopped by the pad a number of times, and their eyes bulged with envy when they saw all the broads in the joint. They always said they were just making sure I was still in town.
"He'll be in court, officer," Georgia always told them in a soft purr.
I decided I needed some fresh meat, and we all went pub crawling. When I walked into the joints with my stable there was instant recognition. I had become very famous.
I met Carol Williams in one of the joints; she was a barmaid. Carol was jet black like Vivian and Ruth, and she was well endowed with tis and ass. Her hips were wide and full and she had smoothly rounded calves and ankles. I took one look at her and decided she was gonna be the next broad in the collection.
"What time're you getting off," I asked her.
"We close at 2 A.M.' she replied. "Why?"
"I thought you might like to join the party."
"With all the ass you got with you, what do you need me for?" she asked.
That's why they call me Don Juan," I said.
"I never could stay away from a party," she said.
We stayed in the joint until closing time, and had ourselves a ball. When we left, Carol was with us, and we headed straight for the pad, and I told Brenda to show Carol the collection.
"I want her to see what's in store for her," I said.
Betty was hot to trot, and I was too, so we went into the bedroom to get the fucking started. Betty started giving me a blow job, and it was just getting good when Brenda walked in with Carol, to show her the pictures in the bedroom.
"Look what we found," Brenda said.
"Alright ladies," I said, "you found what you've been looking for, get ready."
Brenda didn't waste any time stripping. Carol squealed, and started peeling on her clothes too. When the two of them were naked, I laid on my back and Betty slid my cock into her cunt. I told Carol to squat over my mouth so I could suck her pussy dry, I slid my hand between Brenda's thighs and started working on her clit. She leaned over and started giving me a tongue bath.
I drove my cock into Betty's cunt, and she squealed and moaned. At the same time, I nibbled on Carol's clit, and smashed my tongue deep into her cunt and Carol squealed her delight each time my tongue dove into her cunt.
Betty rode up and down on my cock like a jockey, and Brenda's tongue roamed over my body sending shivers of joy through me. I worked on her clit with my fingers, and she wiggled and twisted her ass.
Carol moaned and squealed and worked her butt, smashing her pussy against my mouth. I drove my tongue into her cunt, and tried to suck her pussy dry. Each time I slammed my tongue into her cunt, Carol shouted with glee.
"Suck it," she screamed, "God damn, you're a loving mother-fucker," she purred.
Brenda played with my navel with her tongue, and it was like nothing I'd ever dreamed of. I worked on her clit, and finger fucked her. She rolled her ass, and smashed her cunt against my finger. At the same time, Betty kept smashing her cunt against my cock, and the fucking was good.
Then Carol screamed and shot her load. She filled my mouth with come, and her body went limp. I smashed my cock into Betty's cunt and sucked all of Carol's come out of her. Brenda shot her load next and come covered my hand, as it oozed from her cunt. Betty kept on riding my cock, and I shot my nuts off. I smashed my cock deep into Betty's cunt again and again and then she shot her load too.
Carol's picture was added to the collection.
When I went back to court Eddie's statement was admitted into evidence. Georgia read the statement and a frown creased her forehead. It was plain to see she didn't like it one bit. That frown caused a cold shiver to go through me.
As usual most of the broads were in court, and the joint was packed with reporters. We still weren't ready to go to trial. Georgia told me that what was happening was called preliminary motions. It was all designed to see to it that I got a fair trial.
I told Aldon and the others to stay away from me. That way the fuzz wouldn't get any ideas, and start looking them over. Sweet Eddie had only named me in his statement, so it looked like I was the only one who'd take a fall.
"It looks bad, honey," Georgia told me, when we left court, "that statement is a mother-fucker."
"I'd like just five minutes with homo Eddie, I told her, "and he'd be through playing canary."
"Don't talk like that," she snapped, "we can still make a deal on this, but you kill the son-of-a-bitch and we'll be wiped out."
"I should've let Ethel paint the mother-fucker's picture," I snarled.
"I'm glad you didn't," Georgia purred, "ain't no other male types supposed to be in the collection."
"She could've made him look like a broad," I snarled, "that would've blew his mind."
I got to admit I was getting scared. It looked like a lead pipe cinch that T was gonna take the trip to Stateville. The thing that was blowing my mind was the fact that I was gonna take it because of a screwy dude who was jealous.
It seemed I couldn't get enough fucking. The more I screwed my broads, the more I wanted to screw. I was fucking around the clock. Betty had a fight with her folks after I got busted, so she moved in with me. Helga and Astrid were already staying in the joint, and so was Ethel. I was flat busted because Georgia didn't want me to go near my stash, and being broke was getting me down.
"Baby, "Brenda told me, "you don't have to worry about having bread, we'll handle that end. You just make damn sure you don't end up in the slam."
After that I kept me a pocket full of bread; when ever I was running low, they shipped in some more. Helga told me she'd take care of all the bills, and the others kept me in spending money. It wasn't as good as before, but it was better than being broke.
Then I got a call that Eddie had been spotted. He was living in a Northside hotel under police guard. I knew if I went near the joint and was spotted, that that would cinch the case against me, and this galled me even more. I knew where the mother-fucker was and couldn't do anything about it.
I went back to court again, but by this time the press had moved on to other things. The novelty of me and my string of broads had worn off. As far as I was concerned, the way things stood, I wished the whole mother-fucking world had never heard of me; the price I was gonna pay for being famous was too mother-fucking great.
Every time I saw Willie Mae in court she looked better to me than before, and I started remembering. Finally I called her. I told her to come by the pad, for old times sake. It took her twenty minutes to get there.
The minute Willie Mae saw the pad and the pictures she flipped.
"Oh John," she told me, "I missed your big dick."
Willie Mae was from the old school and I knew she wouldn't dig the group bit. I took her into the bedroom, and in two minutes we were going at it hot and heavy.
"On, John," she squealed, "I missed your big dick."
I drove my cock into her cunt, and she wrapped her thighs around my hips and worked her ass. The movement sent waves of savage joy rushing over me. like I said, Willie Mae was the best luck of 'em all.
Each time I drove my cock into her cunt she squealed and moaned and twisted her body into knots. She kept contracting the muscles of her cunt, and when she grabbed my cock it drove me insane.
"Fuck me, honey," Willie Mae purred in my ear, "fuck me you sweet mother-fucker."
I took one of her tits in my mouth and started working on the nipple. I bit and sucked on her tit, and slammed my cock deep into her cunt. Willie Mae twisted and arched her body, and slammed her cunt against me cock.
Then she creamed and shot her load; I kept smashing my cock into her cunt, and she shot her load two more times. Come oozed out of her cunt, and my cock slid in and out. Each time my cock smashed into her cunt, it went all the way. Then I shot my load, and my come spilled into her come-filled cunt.
"John, honey," Willie Mae said, "You're the best mother-fucker in the world."
"You taught me all I know," I whispered in her ear.
She squealed with delight, and took my cock and nibbled the head with her teeth. At the same time, she played with my nuts and sent wave after wave of wild joy racing through me. I shot my nuts off and she locked my dick in her mouth and milked my cock from me. Then I buried my face between her thighs and went to work on her pussy. I nibbled the clit, and sucked the lips of her vagina. Willie Mae rolled her ass, and smashed her cunt against my mouth. I drove my tongue deep into her cunt, and she squealed her pleasure. I bit into her clit, and Willie Mae let out a long low moan, and shot her load, Then she told me, "I want my picture painted, too, John."
So Willie Mae joined the collection.
We went back to court, and this time it was the real thing; they started picking the jury. I sat at the defense table with Georgia and watched what turned out to be an almost endless stream of people being questioned for jury duty. If Georgia accepted somebody the state would challenge, and vice versa.
It looked like they never would get a jury, which was alright with me. I just as soon go to court and sit at that table for the rest of my life, if it meant that I wouldn't make that trip to Stateville.
The state's entire case was Eddie's statement, and that was all they really needed. It looked like the final curtain for me, my fucking days were coming to a screeching halt.
They finally got the jury picked and the trial was to start the following day. It didn't promise to be a long one. Once again the press packed the joint, and there were a lot of spectators there too. My broads always sat together, and they never talked to anyone. Reporters kept trying to interview 'em but all they got for their efforts were cold stares.
The next morning just before the trial got started, it was postponed. The state told the judge a key witness had taken ill and requested a continuance. They key witness was Eddie, and I went out of my fucking mind trying to figure out what had happened to him.
Ten days later Georgia got a call from the state's attorney's office. They told her the charges were being dropped. She was told to bring me to court that afternoon. They didn't tell her why the charges were being dropped, and she couldn't figure it out.
When we got to court, the joint was packed. The word was out the charges were gonna be dropped, and a whole lot of folks wanted to know why. Then we all found out; the state's key witness was dead.
My mind was spinning; Eddie was dead and without him the state didn't have a case. I was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world, and no one had to tell me.
The judge wanted to know what had happened to Eddie and the state's attorney told him. Eddie had been killed. It seems that Eddie got a yen for one of the cops who was guarding him and made a pass. The cop shrugged it off and didn't give Eddie a tumble, which didn't sit too well with Eddie.
Eddie kept making passes and the cop kept turning Eddie down. The more the cop resisted the harder Eddie tried. On top of the cops attitude, Eddie wasn't allowed to leave the hotel for any reason. This didn't sit too well with Eddie either.
The fact that the cop wouldn't take care of the business, along with the fact that Eddie was cooped up in the hotel until the end of the trial was more than he could take. Eddie finally told 'em to go to hell, he was leaving and he added the fact that he wasn't gonna testify.
When Eddie tried to leave the hotel, the fuzz told him he was under arrest, and had been all the time. They said he was being held as a material witness, and added the fact that he could still be charged for his part in the robberies.
Eddie went berserk and tried to escape, and they shot him. He was rushed to County Hospital where he underwent emergency surgery. When Eddie got to the hospital he was in a coma, and he never opened his eyes again. He lived for ten days without saying a word, then died. When Eddie died, the state didn't have a case.
The judge dropped the charges. The minute I was free to go, my legs almost gave way. I'd come too damn close for comfort, and while I was still in front of the judge, I told myself it was time for me to find another line of work.
After things quieted down, I borrowed some money from Helga, she wanted to give me the bread, but I made it a loan, and started a flying school. It's a real good scene, the hours are good and the money isn't bad. It's not like it was, but I don't have to worry about taking that trip to Stateville, either. Georgia told me to forget about the money in my stash, 'cause the cops would still try to get enough evidence to send me up. I kept my pad and things are back to normal again. The fucking is better than ever. like, just the other day I added the court steno, who covered the case, to the collection, and the end's not in sight.