Chapter 3

He drove south steadily for an hour and a half. Then he pulled off the road and came to a gentle stop under a grove of elms. Piss call, he said to himself.

There had been remarkably little traffic. A hell of a country for a guy to be afoot in. He got out and lit up a cigarette. Luther and Brenda came out of the trailer, both dressed, stretching. They looked like they'd been napping. Fucking, more like.

"We'll make it easy by sundown," Dex said.

"Yeah." Luther nodded, glancing at the sky. He went out into the bushes, Brenda went with him. Dex pissed against a tree.

"I'll drive for awhile," Luther said when they returned. "You can grab a nap if you wanna."

"With Brenda?"

Luther looked at him bleakly. "Alone, neighbor."

Dex climbed into the trailer. Was Luther the jealous type? With Brenda-a broad who put out in front of an audience? Impossible! Dex locked the door as the car started. It wasn't much, a bed and a little compact kitchen, with food-smelling cabinets built in. He flopped on the bed and closed his eyes. Things sure worked out funny. He thought about Mary, and how she had felt good and squishy-but not as good as Brenda.

He was a lucky guy, fucking Brenda for a living.

He slept. When the car stopped, he woke. Glancing out, he could see that it was getting dark. They were in a town, that was sure. He rubbed his eyes and opened the door. The pick-up was parked in an alley.

He went up to the cab and put his head in. Brenda was there, but Luther was across a small box-strewn yard, talking to a guy in a white apron. The guy looked like a bartender.

"That's Keno," Brenda said softly. "He owns this joint."

"That where we're gonna fuck, honey?"

She looked at him, smiling lazily, then reaching up with her hand to rub a finger lightly across his lips.

"Yeah."

"I'd like to practice right now."

"Keep it down to a come an hour, baby," she said. "Incidentally, Luther wants it all business-like, he tell you."

"No. That so?"

"What Luther wants, he usually gets."

"Who's side you on?"

"He's my husband, baby. I love him."

Dex looked down her cleavage. If she had a bra on it didn't show. She knew he was looking. Was she telling him to lay off except during the actual show? That didn't add up. Their heads were only inches apart. He moved slightly and kissed her cheek. She didn't move, but hissed at him:

"Don't do it, baby."

Dex pulled back. She meant it. He looked at the alley; dirt road, some run-down houses on one side, backs of stores on the other. Blalock was a dump of a town. He watched Luther go inside with the other guy, Keno.

Putting his head back in the window, he kissed her cheek again. This time she only turned her head and looked at him lazily, her red lips opened and her tongue licked at his mouth. He kissed her, tongues twining. His cock was a rod again. So she wasn't so fucking business-like!

"Light me a cigarette, baby," she said.

Dex moved back, heart pounding. Man, he wanted this cunt! Fishing out two cigarettes, he lighted them and passed one to her. Luther came across the yard and climbed into the truck.

"Okay," he said. "Hop in, Dex." He started the engine and moved forward slowly. It's all fixed. Keno's got twenty guys lined up for tonight--maybe a couple more if we're lucky."

"How 'bout the police?" Dex asked.

"They drive through every two hours. They'll miss us."

They went out to the edge of town and parked the pick-up.

"We never did talk about dough," Dex said.

"There ain't a lot of dough, neighbor. These're hard times. We're makin' a living, that's about it."

"There gotta be some dough-"

"Here's the way we been doin' it. We lay it all out on the table every couple of weeks, what we take in, what it costs us. Then we split three ways."

Dex nodded. Three ways. Well, that was fair. She was part of it.

"I got this here book," Luther held up a small ledger. "I write in what ever'thing costs us, and what we get. You can see it any ol' time. The meals, the car, gas, oil and all the rest comes out first. That okay by you?"

Dex shrugged. "Yeh, we got to have 'em."

"Right. I ain't charged you for anything on the cost of the car-"

"But how 'bout dough--? "

Luther looked at Brenda. "Okay, here's how she usually works out. We sometimes take in a hunnerd and sixty, seventy, sometimes eighty bucks for about two weeks-we got to split with the guys who run the joints. Then it costs us somewhere like eighty bucks for two weeks to live, the three of us. That's the expenses. So that leaves around eighty to split up."

"Jesus! That ain't much dough."

"Look what you're getting," Brenda said. "You ain't driving a truck for it, huh."

"Yeh," Luther said.

Dex grinned. That was sure right. How many guys got paid for screwing a cunt like Brenda? Anyhow, it beat running around, raping dames for scrag time. He had a goal, making dough. The more he thought of it., he wanted dough. So he'd start here. He'd play along with this fuck show, get some bucks together-it didn't look like he'd spend much-and cut out when it looked like a break somewhere. At least he'd be traveling around. A guy never knew when he'd stumble onto something good. And as Luther said, times were hard.

They went along the road to a one-arm joint and had supper, taking their time about it.

"The show don't usually go on till ten or eleven," Luther told him. "Keno says maybe a little earlier tonight. I'll check with him after while."

"Where at we gonna do it?"

"Over in the hotel basement. They got a heater room that'll make a good place."

Dex nodded. They went back to the trailer to wait.

Luther and Brenda got out some cards and played pinochle in the trailer. He went in and watched. The way her tits jiggled fascinated him.

"We do a couple shows a week, more if we can," Luther said. "The more we can, the more dough."

"Cuts down the expenses," Brenda said.

He nodded. "How 'bout stayin' in a town for a week or so? Maybe do one every night?"

Luther said, "Sometimes."

"It's better in a bigger town," Brenda said.

Dex grunted, watching them play ... and her tits. Man, what tits! He lay back, remembering the little break-in screw. She had a body-likewhat was her name, Venus? Yeh. Brenda was flicking her eyes at him. Could she read his thoughts? If so she would itch in the pussy.

He looked at Luther. The big man played almost mechanically, smoothly. He was passing time. He was a handsome guy, Dex decided. Did Brenda really love him like she had said? Maybe. Luther had big hands, thick fingers. Did that mean he had a big, thick cock? Probably. Maybe that was why Brenda loved him. She liked big cocks-despite what Luther had said.

Dex yawned. He didn't have to take a goddam back seat to anybody in the pecker department. He had a big one, so big that a few dames hadn't been able to take it. That little blonde girl-what was her name? He couldn't remember. She had teased him, about a year before he'd joined the CCC's after being unable to find a job. He'd taken her out to a dance and on the way back had diddled her and she'd got all hot and bothered and wanted to hump-only he couldn't get it up her. She was wet, but too goddam tight. A frustrating evening. They had ended by jerking off and fingering.

The time passed so slowly. Luther got out a bottle and gave them a drink, but one only, he said. Too much liquor and no hard-on, he told Dex.

"I never had that problem."

"So you're lucky, so far," Luther said. He looked at his watch and put the cards away. "How you feel, honey?"

"Great." Brenda stretched, pushing the tits out. She smiled at Dex. "Any butterflies, baby?"

He shook his head. He felt okay. No sense in thinking about anything but getting his cock in her. Screw the guys watching. They were a bunch of dumb hicks, none of 'em probably ever been out of town in their lives. He'd just go in and do it. He was anxious to get his hands on her body again. Yeh, anxious!

"Guess we better go on over," Luther said.

They drove the rig and parked it in the alley, in the yard behind the saloon. The basement was only a block away. Brenda locked the rig up while Luther went in to get Keno.

Dex went around the pick-up and came up behind her. He slipped his hands about her slim waist and up over her tits, squeezing them. They felt delicious. He prodded up against her rump and felt her press back. Rubbing the stiffening cock at it, he kissed her neck.

"You're gonna get all you want in a little bit," she said.

"I don't think I'll ever get all I want of you!"

She giggled but turned and pushed him away.