Chapter 3
Helen stood by the dresser, dumbfounded, after the man had left.
So Jimmy had known all along what the man in the trench coat wanted, and he had set her up purposely. She felt cheated and betrayed. She could feel a certain kind of hatred building up inside of her that she had never felt before.
There was only one thing that kept her from blowing her cool completely.
She had an ache in her cunt, and it had to be satisfied. No matter how much pain the man had brought to her, he had worked her pussy over good enough to bring her some pleasure and bring her to the verge of an orgasm twice.
Both times he had stopped, though.
Helen counted the money again and then stuffed the bills into the top drawer of the dresser. She walked over to her bed, sat down, then spread her legs.
She moved her fingers down to her pussy lips and started to slide them into her wet, eager to be pleased tunnel.
As she did that, she could feel her pleasures starting to rise already. Her fingers began to play with her clit. She pinched it lightly, the way she loved it best, then started to wiggle it back and forth.
"Yeah, yeah," she moaned, and she started to lick her lips.
As she masturbated, she started to think about David, her ex-husband. She could see a perfect image of his large cock in her mind, and when she licked her lips, she could almost taste it. He had had the greatest cock, and he always brought her off two to three times a fuck. Thinking about it made her start to come good and fast, and she could feel the juices dripping down all over her fingers. She continued to work them in and out of her cunt, hoping to extend the orgasm.
Helen knew that Jimmy was probably waiting for her downstairs, and that made her even more determined to continue.
Let the fucker wait, she thought.
Besides, she was not planning to take on any more customers after the redheaded man in the trench coat. Jimmy probably expected her to take on a few more that night, but if he did, she thought, he had another thing coming.
He couldn't expect her to fuck more men after the abuse she had just taken from that man, and she wasn't going to.
That was one reason she didn't mind working herself up to an intense, energy-draining orgasm. As far as she was concerned, she was going to fall out as soon as the orgasm ended. She was going to slide right under the covers and go to sleep.
Helen started to thrust her ass up and down off the bed. For some reason, she always came better whenever she masturbated and thrust her ass, rather than thrusting her fingers. Her spasms became tighter and stronger, and she thought about David again.
She wondered where he was. She wondered why he had left her, too.
Had she wanted to blame someone for the situation she was in, she could have easily blamed her husband. They had been so content together, or so she had thought. David seemed to love her, and she knew she loved him.
But then, one day, she had come home and found all his drawers open and empty. He had left her a note with some song lyrics on it.
You nearly had me roped and tied.
Altar-bound, hypnotized.
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And a butterfly is free to fly.
There had been no explanation other than the lyrics. When she tried to analyze them, it seemed to her that David had just felt too tied down in marriage. However, she couldn't understand why he had left her, unless, she once suspected, there had been another woman involved.
After that, she had no one, and decided to come to the city.
Helen felt her orgasm subsiding, and as it did, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and rubbed the cream over her belly. She thought it felt so hot and smooth.
She kicked the covers down and slid under them. Then she reached over and flicked the lamp off by the bed.
The room was completely black, and she closed her eyes and started to sleep. She fell asleep fast, and knew it was because of all the drugs she had consumed that day. When she had been with David, the strongest drug she had ever used was pot. Ever since she had been whoring for Jimmy, however, she would pop anything.
She was sleeping peacefully for about a half an hour when she suddenly felt someone pulling on her hair. She felt her neck being yanked back and for a second, thought that someone was going to break it.
Then the light was flicked on and she saw Jimmy sitting on the bed. He was glaring at her with what seemed like an intense hatred.
"You were supposed to come down again, you bitch," he said to her. "Why the fuck didn't you come down again?"
"Please, Jimmy, I'm tired," she said.
Jimmy pushed the covers down and reached for her red nipple. He grabbed it between two fingers, and while he pinched it, he started to twist it.
"Don't give me that shit," he said. "I saw the man leave a while ago. Look at you. You're a fucking mess. You should have cleaned up."
She looked down between her legs and saw how there was a large wet stain there. Her cunt juices had obviously dripped out in her sleep.
Jimmy let go of her hair, and that gave her time to recover.
"I'm sorry," she said to him.
"Yeah, bitch, well you should be," he said.
It wasn't until he called her a bitch that she remembered what had just happened about an hour before. She could feel her anger rising, fast.
"Now wait a fucking minute, Jimmy," she said. "I take back my goddamn apology. I think you owe me one."
"I don't owe you shit," he said.
"Look, you knew what that fucking man was going to do to me, didn't you? You knew that he was crazy, didn't you?"
"He wasn't fucking crazy," Jimmy said. "He just had his thing. And speaking of his thing, he must have paid you. Where's the fucking money?"
"You're not getting it until we finished talking," she said.
Jimmy pulled his hand back as if he was going to hit her.
"Look, bitch, who the fuck do you think you are? No one talks to me like that, do you understand? Now where's the money."
He suddenly clenched his open hand into a fist and brought it toward her face. He pushed it against her nose and threatened to break it.
When Helen realized that he really meant business, she gave in. She told him that the money was in the top drawer. He walked over and pulled out twenty.
"Just a fucking minute," she said. "Thirty percent of fifty is not twenty."
"What about the down I gave you?" he asked.
"You said that was a gift."
"I lied to you. Here's some more, so you don't think I'm cheating you. They obviously had a good effect on you. The man said you were hot."
"Oh, did he?" she asked.
Helen was sitting up in bed now and her large tits were heaving up and down. They always did when she was as pissed as she was.
"Tell me what the fuck else he said, Jimmy. Huh?"
"Nothing. What do you think he did, spend his time down there writing a fucking review about the way you move in bed? He just said you were responsive, and that was all that mattered to me."
There was a long pause, during which some of the tension seemed to subside. When it did, Helen felt pretty happy about it. She was still angry with Jimmy, but now that all the money deals had been settled, she thought she could talk reasonably.
"Jimmy, you knew that I didn't like being tied up. Don't you remember when one guy did it a few months ago and I came to see you.'
"I think I remember. But baby, you know how I'm stoned all the time. I don't remember too many things like that."
"Yeah, I know. Only what you want to remember. I told you that I hated being tied up. I still hate it. I won't work for you if it happens again."
"You won't?" he asked, and she seemed to sense some kind of threat in his voice.
"Not if you set it up again. Look, when I complained to you the last time, you promised me that it would never happen again."
Jimmy was standing near her dresser. He started to walk closer to her. As he did, he moved his hand down to her tit and stroked it.
It appeased Helen. For it was rare that Jimmy touched her body. She was hoping that maybe he would take pity on her enough to fuck her. She could see his cock bulge in his pants and remembered how big it was.
"Maybe I do remember that promise now," he said, massaging her nipple slowly.
"Then why did you set me up again?" she asked.
"Look, baby, as long as you're working the streets here, you have to be prepared for anything. I figured that you might get to like it if the man did it to you. I figured that you have to get to like it. You have to like everything."
"Did you know that he almost burned my nipples?"
"No," Jimmy said. "They look okay."
"Well they're still sore," she said.
When she said that, Jimmy started to sink to his knees by the bed. He moved his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked it between his lips. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it, and Helen loved the way it felt.
His mouth was so warm and he was making sure to work a lot of saliva over her nipples. She could feel them throbbing with pleasure in a matter of seconds, for he started to move his wet mouth from one to the other.
"Is that better?" he asked, pulling his mouth away.
"Yes," she said. "He also did some nasty things to my cunt."
Helen had figured that since Jimmy was trying to appease her, he might move his mouth down to her pussy and start eating her. Instead, he moved his fingers between her legs and started to stroke her softly.
"Now what kind of evil things could he do to this soft pussy?" Jimmy asked.
"He brought me to the point of orgasm so many times but he never brought me off and let me come. I wanted him to fuck my cunt, but he ended up fucking my asshole."
"And you didn't have your cunt orgasm?" he asked.
"No."
"Then what the fuck is this wet stain over here?"
She knew he had her. He knew she had come, just from the stain, yet she didn't want to tell him that she had masturbated.
"I must have had a wet dream," she said to him.
He grabbed her fingers and pulled them under his nose. As he inhaled deeply, she knew that he could smell her juices. He moved her fingers to his mouth and started to suck on them. She slid them in and out of his lips.
Suddenly, he bit down hard, causing her to scream.
"Jesus, Jimmy, what the fuck are you doing? That hurts."
"You masturbated, didn't you?" he asked her. "Don't tell me you didn't come. You played with yourself and made yourself come."
"I had to," she said. "I just had to. There was no way I would have been able to sleep tonight without doing it."
"You weren't supposed to sleep. You were supposed to get back on the street and pick up another John. You haven't been keeping to your quota."
When Jimmy pimped, he required each girl to score four times a day, minimum. On occasion, he would understand if a girl only scored three times and quit because she had trouble getting a fourth.
However, Helen had just started working that night, and the young black-haired boy and his virgin friend had only been her first. The man with the trench coat had been her second. Jimmy expected her to take on a third, at least.
"Jimmy, that guy knocked the shit out of me," she said. "He whipped me. Look at my fucking stomach. See the marks."
"Nice," he said, running his fingers over the whip marks. "But explain one things to me, Helen, and then I'll be content. How can a man exhaust the shit out of you if you don't even come while he's making it with you?"
"He fucked me with a dildo."
"Did you come? Did you? Huh? No, I didn't think so. You exhausted the shit out of yourself by masturbating yourself, so don't try and deny it, baby. Just don't try because you'll be insulting my goddamn intelligence by doing that." He grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her head back. "Now I'm going to forget about this night, do you understand? I'm gonna be nice to you and just forget that you didn't score a third time. I just want you to remember how nice I'm being."
He slapped her across the face, once, but it was hard enough to sting.
She let out a gasp, and Jimmy started to laugh.
"Besides, the streets are pretty empty now. I haven't seen it this empty in the longest time. There are more hookers than there are Johns out there, and when that happens it's okay to let the other girls work."
There was a tear dripping down Helen's cheek. Jimmy moved her finger there and wiped the tear away.
He seemed to be unaffected by her tears, Helen could tell. However, she was not crying to try and soften him up. She was crying because the stinging blow on her cheek had caused her pain, and the tear was an involuntary reaction.
Helen looked at him with a combination of love and hatred. Then she saw him moving his hand down to his cock bulge.
He started to rub himself.
"I have something that will be a peace offering," he said to her. "It's just like a pipe when the Indians pass it around and suck on it. Only this is something else for you to suck on, got it?"
Helen tried to smile at his joke. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started to stroke it. She licked her lips.
"I haven't seen that thing in months," she said to him.
"Too bad, right? Most of the chicks that I know want to see it all the time. If I was fucking them all the time I wouldn't have time to carry out my business, if you know what I mean. Pimping ain't easy."
"Shut up," she said, and when she saw him get mad, she grabbed his cock. "Just shut up so I can suck you off."
"But I thought that you wanted to be fucked, baby," he said to her. "Here I am, all ready to fuck you."
Helen could feel her pussy spasming with pleasure, just at the thought of fucking him. She continued to stroke his cock, and soon he was moaning.
"Let me suck you first," she said.
She opened her mouth and moved it to the tip of Jimmy's cock. She had forgotten how big he actually was. She had to open her mouth quite wide to take him down in her throat, and he started to fuck her face steadily.
Helen cupped his huge balls in her hand and started to squeeze them. She could feel him starting to pulsate in her mouth in a matter of minutes. However, the pulsations died down without him coming.
She thought that something was wrong, but she didn't know what.
He grabbed her cheeks and then started to fuck her face hard. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat.
"Come on, baby, suck it," he was moaning.
She looked up at his eyes. They were glazed and bulging, and she knew that he was more stoned that he had been in the longest time. Perhaps, she thought, that was why he was having so much trouble coming.
She opened his pants as he continued pounding his cock in and out of her mouth. She pushed them down and grabbed hold of his buttocks, tight. She started to massage them with her fingers, gradually moving her finger to his asshole.
She knew that she could massage his sphincter muscle, and once that happened, he would probably start shooting off in her mouth.
She hoped it would happen fast, too, because her mouth was beginning to ache.
She felt for his asshole and started to massage it gently so that the muscles would loosen up. Then she slid her finger in and began to massage him inside.
Jimmy's cock started to pulsate so hard in her mouth.
When he started to come, she drank it all down. She was so happy that she was finally able to bring him off.
"Yeah, drink it all," he said to her. "Drink it all down, baby. Love it. Love it. That's a good little girl."
Helen continued to move her finger in his asshole. It helped his cock stay hard in her mouth, and after she had sucked him dry, she pulled her mouth away.
"Now I want you to fuck me, Jimmy," she said, spreading her legs for him. "I want you to fuck me good and hard. I haven't had a cock like yours since I had yours the first time. It's so big and thick, just the way I need it."
"Yeah, beg for it," he said.
He was rubbing his still hard cock over her tits. When his cock head touched her nipples, she thought that she was going to explode.
She felt her nipple pressing its way into his piss slit, and he seemed to be getting off on that, too.
Jimmy climbed up on her bed, then slid down between her legs. He moved his mouth to her pussy and started to eat her.
Helen closed her eyes as she felt him licking her insides. He flicked her clit back and forth with his fast tongue and she could feel her pussy getting wet all over again. Then Jimmy clamped his lips against her pussy lips.
He started to suck her cunt hard, and she could feel her clit moving back and forth in the suction force he was creating.
He was sucking her incredibly hard, and she could feel herself starting to come.
"Oh, Jimmy, that's just the way it should always be done," she moaned.
Helen was getting lost in the orgasm, Jimmy could tell. He liked that. He always kept his whores in place by making them come. As far as he was concerned, it was the easiest way to shut up a complaining hooker.
She started to thrust her hips up and down, smacking him on the chin. He bit her clit for a second, then started to kiss his way up her body.
Helen felt him rubbing his thick cock head against her pussy lips. She was so wet now that she just slid right open. He rammed his way in deep, and she could feel the entire length of his cock bone making terrific contact with her throbbing clitoris.
"Christ," she moaned.
It had been the first time in a long time that she had come this hard with a cock, and she knew that it all had to do with his size.
She thought about her conversation with Ruby again on the street, and how Ruby, like all the other whores, wanted Jimmy's cock all the time. Helen could very well understand why, especially now that it was working her over so well.
She wrapped her legs around Jimmy's ass and started to massage his buttocks.
"How do you like that, baby?" Jimmy asked, moving his mouth to her ear. He flicked his tongue in and out of her ear a few times and she could feel an intense heat rushing throughout her entire body. "You like it?"
"Oh, Jimmy baby, I love it. I love everything you do to me."
Jimmy was glad that she felt that way. For it seemed like he had gotten her so lost in her passions that she had forgotten how angry she had been with him a few minutes ago, too, and he hated when a hooker was angry with him.
Sometimes he had to deal with the wrath of a whore in an abusive way.
He thought about the time Mary Mews had wanted to leave him. She told him that she was tired of hooking for a living, and he had been pissed. At the time. Mary had been his best hooker, pulling in tons of money a night.
At first, Jimmy had tried to reason with her verbally, telling her that she had a great future in whoring if she would save some money.
She said that it was impossible to save money, since he made sure that most of his hookers had a habit to feed, and he was the only source for the drugs.
Jimmy knew that it was the truth, but he hated having something like that thrown in his face. And no matter how much he pleaded with her, she insisted that she was going to leave him.
No one ever left Jimmy just like that.
He threatened her, telling her he'd do something violent if she left. She countered his threat by telling him that she would turn his ass over to the cops.
He had gone to her hotel room when she was packing one afternoon, and had surprised her with his going away present. He threw a bottle of acid in her face, and although he only scarred one side of her face, it was bad enough to mar her looks.
She had never worked for him again, but, he was content in the knowledge that she would never work the street again for anyone else, either. In the end, she just didn't have the looks that a whore needed.
Jimmy was content knowing that he could still deal with Helen on a purely sexual basis. She craved his cock and seemed satisfied enough when he was thrusting in and out of her hot box.
At one point, he started to throb hard in her pussy. He slowed down and felt her cunt spasming so tight around his dick, that he thought even his own sensational willpower wouldn't be able to save him from shooting inside of her.
However, he did manage to prolong his orgasm because the pulsations stopped without his coming. He started thrusting in and out of her again.
"Fill me, thrill me," she started to moan. "Oh, Jimmy, shoot that come deep in my pussy and make me overflow."
"Is that what you really want, baby?" he asked, licking her ear again.
"Oh, yeah, you know that's what I want."
He started to come in her pussy just then, shooting thick wads of creamy come deep inside of her. He thrust all the way in after his first ejaculation and stayed there until he had spent his entire load in her cunt.
Then he started to pull out slowly.
However, Helen knew that he was still in good fucking condition even when limp, and although he had satisfied her once, she wanted more. She wanted more because she was used to coming a few times a night.
She wrapped her legs around his ass to hold him inside, and he tried to pull back.
"You've got tight legs, baby," he said. "But if I were you, I'd loosen them. Come on, I've gotta get out of here."
"Keep thrusting," Helen moaned. "Keep it up."
"Helen, loosen your fucking grip," he said, getting more and more pissed.
"No," she moaned. "Keep moving that cock in my cunt, Jimmy."
She had her eyes closed so she was not prepared for his slap at all. However, he pulled his hand back and then smashed it across her cheek.
She was so startled that she did loosen her grip. He pulled out and got off the bed.
"Shit," he said to her, "do you think I have so much time to spend with one fucking whore? I have other girls working down on the street, and I have to get down there to see how they're doing."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I only came up her to rouse you and get you back down, and to get my money. But you can take the rest of the fucking night off. Just don't let it happen again, because if it does, you're gonna be in a lot of trouble."
He pulled his pants up and then stuffed his cock back in them. He pulled up his zipper and then walked toward the door of the room.
Just as he opened it, he turned back to her.
"By the way, I hoped you liked those downs. The next time you're going to get yourself involved in a bondage scene, take one. They should relax you enough so that you can get into it a little bit. Because take my word for it, Helen, it's going to happen again. It's all part of the business."
Then he walked out, slamming the door so loud that the smashing sound seemed to reflect all the anger he had inside of him.
Helen was too stunned to do anything but lay on her bed.
She started to think about Jimmy and what he had just done to her.
He had tried to appease her with his cock, and for a few minutes, he had. She had really felt something more than a pulsing cock from him. She had felt some emotional feelings from him, or so she had thought.
But now, there was no doubt in her mind that Jimmy just thought of her as a fuck. Even more, he just thought of her as a money-making pussy.
She was nothing else to him.
He had said so, in so many words. But once, when she had first started working for him, he had spoken so tenderly to her.
"Just stick with me, baby, and I'll see to it that you go far." He had been rubbing his cock bulge as he spoke, but he still wouldn't let her touch it. In some ways, he had tried to act like he was saving it for her, at the right time.
Sure, he had fucked her once, the first night when he met her. But somehow, Helen had taken his refusal to fuck her again as a sign that he had deep feelings for her.
All those illusions were shattered now.
She was nothing but a cheap fucking whore to him, and, at this present time, she was even on his shit list for not having turned enough tricks that night. She had always met the quota before, sometimes taking on one or two men more than she had to.
Helen could feel her whole body starting to shake. Once, she had thought she had something, but now, she knew that all she had was shit.
She walked to her dingy closet and pulled out her robe. As she wrapped it around herself, she took a quarter from the dresser. She stepped out into the hall and reached for the phone. As she dialed, she moved closer. Somehow, it seemed safer being closer to the phone. Ominous shadows lurked other areas in the hall.
The phone rang four times before the voice on the other end answered.
"Ruby Darling. Helen Harte, here," Helen said, trembling.
"Helen, what the fuck you doing calling me so late at night, girl? Don't you know this nigger's gotta get all the sleep she can, when she can?"
"I'm sorry," Helen said. "I just didn't know who else to talk to."
"About what, honey?"
"Jimmy. He pulled some real shit on me tonight, Ruby. He set me up with a sadist who tied me and whipped me and burned me."
"So, what else is new?" Ruby asked, sounding disinterested.
"Ruby, what the hell do you mean, what else is new? That's some shithole thing to do. Plus, he came to get me out of-bed so I could go back to work. He said that I hadn't turned enough tricks for the night."
"Maybe you hadn't," Ruby said.
"Ruby, how could you be like that? I thought I could get some sympathy from you."
"Is that why you fucking called me so fucking late at night?" Ruby asked, and she was starting to sound even more angry. "Now look girl, you ain't gettin' my fucking sympathy. What the fuck did you think, that Jimmy might have loved you? I noticed the twinkle in your eye whenever he approached. Shit girl, the only thing that Jimmy loves is green and comes in a large wad. The larger, the more he loves it. You're just one way for him to make more of it, and nothin' more."
"I'm beginning to realize that," Helen said, and she thought she heard someone screaming down the hall. She gasped, then the scream died down.
"What was that?" Ruby asked.
"I don't know," Helen said. "Whatever it was, thank God it died down."
"Yeah, honey. It died down when whoever screamed died. Now look, I gotta go."
"Wait. You were talking about leaving today. What are you going to do?"
"Who the fuck knows? Look, I wish you'd shut the hell up about that. If Jimmy ever found out about it, he'd surely pull something. I don't know what. But he ain't gonna let a whore run out on him and get away."
Ruby's voice was suddenly filled with terror, and it made Helen nervous. She had never even thought about leaving, except once, and when she did, she just thought she'd tell Jimmy she had enough and go.
That was all.
"What the hell do you mean?" Helen asked Ruby.
"You weren't around when Mary Mews got it. Now this is all rumor, and they've never really discovered the truth. But I know Mary, and she told me it's what happened. Jimmy will deny it all, of course, and ..."
"Get to the point, nigger," Helen said.
"Someone threw acid in her face, when she was packing and just getting ready to leave the city. I'll let you guess who the someone is. Now I'm goin'."
With those words, Ruby hung up. Helen quickly hung up the phone on her end and ran to her small room. As soon as she was inside, she closed the door. Then, she did something she hadn't done in the longest time.
She locked all four locks. She thought that it would protect her from whatever there was outside. However, she knew what the one specific thing was that scared her.
Jimmy! For she was suddenly seeing him in a different light...