Chapter 9
During the next two months, things got really wild. It was like a dream, a trip. I managed to take control of the group and keep it It wasn't difficult They all needed me, every one of them.
Kecia and Jill were on the run from the middle-class mores that had enmeshed their souls for most of their lives. In drugs and in the kind of sex they experienced with me, their past unhappiness faded from memory, almost. They loved to get high and screw. When they were sober they bickered like old women, but since I was still dealing drugs, I had no trouble keeping them supplied. I didn't give them any hard stuff, like heroin. Mostly they used grass and acid, occasionally some opium. Those were the drugs I dug, and they followed my lead, as did the others.
Randy and Karen, as I said, were scared to go East Randy had jumped bail; he didn't want anyone to know where he was. Someone wanted to do bad things to Karen with a knife; she didn't want anyone to know where she was.
Andy and Helen, of course, were the poor little rich kids who thought they were roughing it out in the Arizona desert. They listened to whatever I said, because they considered me their savior, the man who delivered them from the valley of capitalistic evil.
In fact, they all began to follow my orders precisely. When my man told me he couldn't use me as a dealer any more, I had my disciples out stealing cars, moving dope that I bought from another acquaintance at exhorbitant rates, and even selling pussy.
That's right baby, selling pussy!
And you won't believe who wanted to do it the most; Helen! Gentle Helen of the long, curly blonde hair and soft hips. Her first customer was Steve, the guy who had rented me the cabin. When things got tight I couldn't pay the rent So I pulled the girls aside.
"Listen, we need money," I said. "I want you to go out and earn some. I don't mean you have to take a nine-to-five job. Just use some of your talent, and you'll have quite a bit of bread to bring home. I'm driving into town today. You're coming with me.
Karen started to protest, but Helen told her to shut up. "He takes care of us," she said. "We have to help. I don't mind. It might even be fun...."
I piled them into the bus, and off we went When we hit the city, I drove to a small bar, a discotheque that I had frequented at one time. I knew that a lot of middle-aged guys hung out there, ogling the dancers and wishing they had some of that young pussy.
I also knew the owner, and I figured he'd do me the favor of allowing me to operate freely, without hindrance. Since he was friendly with certain police officials, I didn't expect any trouble. I didn't get any, either.
"I got some work to do, Bob," I told him after we had downed some booze. "Those are my girls over there, in the booth. You dig it?"
Bob owed me a favor, and he nodded agreement I could have the run of the place as long as I played it cool. I got ready for a good time. Some of my potential suckers were very rich men, and I hated them. They believed that their money made them superior to those who had less of the green. I was going to take some of that money, as much of it as I could.
I told the girls to stay at the booths, and then I went up to the bar and ordered a drink, picking out a likely-looking customer and standing next to him. The band was good, a driving group that laid down some heavy sounds. And the dancers were lush chicks, the land that could make a button-down married man's cock throb.
"Some show, eh?" I said to this one character. He hadn't remembered to take his hat off, he was so engrossed in the action. A thin film of perspiration coated his forehead, and I could see that the blonde dancing on the stage above him represented the great goddess of sex.
"Huh?" he said to me, finally realizing that someone had spoken to him.
"She's some piece, ain't she?" I said, nodding to the hip-jerking dancer and grinning broadly, wanting to put the sucker at his ease.
"Yeah, she's fantastic," he drooled, his eyes flashing as he ogled her.
"Like to meet her?" I said.
He glanced at me nervously, wondering whether I was putting him on. He knew I was different from him, that was evident by my appearance and my youth. "Meet her?" he said.
"Well, a man doesn't get a chance to do much to a chick like that when he's standing on one side of a bar and she's dancing on the other, correct?"
The music throbbed, and he looked up at the girl again, watching her tits as they bounced merrily, the nipples covered with those ridiculous pasties. Her G-string glimmered in the bright lights, and she looked utterly wanton. I imagined his blood was boiling.
"You really know her?" the guy asked, still wary but definitely interested.
"Listen, I know a chick that puts this girl to shame," I said. "She fucks like she was born doing it, and she drives a man out of his mind. This broad you're watching is cold; she doesn't give a damn about you, and you know it. Sure, I could introduce you to her, but she'd spit in your eye if you tried to make a pass at her."
The sucker looked absolutely stricken. He had figured he had finally found a way of getting to one of the glorious cunts he watched dance nightly. And now....
"Yes, I know," he said sorrowfully. "I know she'd be like that. I've seen her give guys the brush when she goes off-stage. You're right....
He was drunk, and I could bend his mind any way I pleased. My obvious sincerity and honesty impressed him. He had expected the usual hustle, but I had surprised him. He was ready to listen closely now....
"Who is this girl you mentioned?" he asked.
"You mean the dancer?"
"No. The one you said fucks so good, like she was born doing it, as you put it....
"She's sitting right over there with one of her friends," I said, motioning toward the booth. I had decided that Jill would do nicely; she was blonde and well built, sexier than the dancer. The guy turned and looked at her, his eyes reflecting his interest.
"You know her?"
"Do I know her!" I said increduously. "Why, she's my mother...." The guy laughed, a disgusting chortle that led me to believe he was in reality a lizard. His face shone in the hot lights, wet with sweat. He examined Jill from afar, liking what he saw. I suppose he imagined himself crawling between her smooth thighs, his dick filled with blood, his entire being lusting for the feel of her pussy as he crawled into her. He could be had....
"You know, you've got a good chance with her," I said. "She digs older men."
"Yeah?"
"Right. And she's broke. I think that if you show her you're a man of the world, that you're really together as far as the bread bakes, she'd love you...."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I see...."
"Listen, I'll introduce you to her, but I don't want her to get mad at me because you turn out to be a drag. I mean, I'd like to be her friend, too...."
I gave him a nudge at this point, and although I doubt whether he really knew what I was talking about, he clapped me on the back, like a true brother. He wanted to show me that he was where it was at, that despite his age and his appearance, he could be as much a part of today's scene as any sixteen-year-old superstud. Yes, he would make the scene; he just needed me to show him where it was happening.
"Don't worry," he winked. "I won't embarrass you...."
"I know that," I said firmly. "I know you won't. But I know for sure that she needs fifty bucks to pay her rent. She's looking for help. Think you can give it to her?"
He eyed me, his gears grinding inside his skull. I didn't blink, and finally he put his drink down. "Lead me to her, sonny," he said. "She's all mine...."
I grinned and finished off the rest of my booze. It tasted as bad as usual, but I had to play the game. He followed me over to the booth, and I eased in next to Kecia while the sucker slipped next to Jill. I winked at her, and she turned on the charm.
"Hi, honey!" he said, and she smiled, that sexy, dreamy smile I dug. The guy melted. "Hi" she purred.
I broke in. "Baby, this is a friend of mine. I, uh-"
"The name is Harry," the guy interrupted. "Would you like another drink?"
The sucker bought us drinks all around, and I had some wine, which he paid for. Jill snuggled close to him, and when they were both out of their minds, I suggested we all go outside. We did, and Jill wandered off toward the park. It was a warm night, and I knew that she intended to take care of business there.
"C'mon," I said to Kecia. "Let's go catch her act...."
We followed them, keeping out of sight. At the edge of the park, just out of view of any passersby, Harry grabbed her and kissed her, his hands caressing her ass. She wriggled against him, her high and the booze making for an interesting effect that caused her to be excited by any man's touch. And Harry wasn't all that bad-looking. He was dressed well, and he wore sideburns and kept in shape; it was just that he lacked all class. Take away his money and he would have been a bag of shit lying in the gutter.
"Ohhhhhh, baby!" I heard him gasp, and Kecia giggled. "I want you so badT
"I want you, too," Jill sighed, letting him explore the soft curves of her body. Her eyes were languid, and I hoped she'd remember to get the bread. "But I feel so awful, tonight...."
She pulled away from him and started down toward the lake.
Good! I thought. She's going to pop the magic question. She's smart enough....
Kecia and I crept real close, almost on top of them. The moon was bright, and their bodies were illuminated like they were standing in the rays of a spotlight.
"Here's something for you," Harry said smoothly, withdrawing two twenty dollar bills and one ten from his wallet.
"Oh, I can't accept that," Jill cooed, sounding as if she could easily be persuaded to change her mind.
"Take it," Harry said firmly, grabbing her hand and inserting the money into it. "I want you to have it...."
She smiled and stuffed the money into her small purse. Then she stepped forward, rubbing up against him like a cat. "I want to thank you, Harry," she said. "I need that money more than you could believe...."
It's nothing," he said, his voice sounding suddenly dry.
"Oh, but it is...."
She jammed her mouth against his, and I thought he would have a stroke. He stood as if paralyzed, and she moved her body over his, squirming against him.
"I think he's dead on his feet," Kecia said, and I smiled. I also pushed her back onto the moist ground and spread her legs apart. I wasn't surprised to find that she wore no panties. I had told the girls that they shouldn't bother with such niceties.
"Ohhhhhh, Harry!" we heard Jill moan, and both of us almost cracked up. She had his money, and she was enjoying her act. That was all right with me.
"Yes, fuck me!" Kecia moaned, and I closed my palm over her mouth. I didn't want her to interrupt the business being transacted several yards upwind. I needed that bread.
I pushed her dress up pulled my cock out of my pants. It felt good in my hand, thick and strong. It almost ached to be in the warm confines of Kecia's pussy. Her arms opened in welcome, and I slid onto her, working my dick into her and fucking her with quick jabs. It was over in a hurry for both of us. We were hot, real hot, and she came as soon as I started it into her, her legs dimbing up my back to hug me tight.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, making a monumental effort to muffle her sounds. "Goooooood!"
God, but I loved that chick's pussy. She just worked me for a while, just like I showed her before, and when I came she went on a trip, her teeth grating, her face twisted.
I moved off her when we were finished, crawling closer to Jill and friend. I parted the bushes and looked out into the small clearing by the water.
"Yeahhhhhhhh!" Jill moaned. "Ohhhhhhh, yeah Harry! You're good! Jesus, mmmmmmm!"
Old Harry had his dick in her up to the hilt, and his hips were pistoning, driving his cock into her with steady thrusts. Jill was right; the guy could fuck. And when I saw the size of his dick, I nearly forgot my name. He must've run a good ten or eleven inches. His prick was bigger than mine, and I had never met anybody who could boast that.
"Eeeeeeeyahhhhhhhh!" Jill wailed, her body hunching up as the stud drove it home, ramming his big cock into her with sharp pumps.
"Here we go, baby!" he grunted. "Oh, shit!"
"Now!" Jill shrieked, her nails raking his back, her head tossing from side to side. "Ooooooo, nowwwwwwwwwww!"
Harry came, and Jill's mouth stretched wide. But no sound came out, her body frozen as if she had been stabbed through the heart. And then I was angrier than I had ever been in my life, and I bolted out of those bushes into the clearing. I grabbed Harry and pulled him off Jill.
"Hey!" he screamed. "What the hell-!"
I hit him in the face, and he went down. His belly was solid, but he lay there, gasping for breath. I kicked him, and he went out. Kecia thought I had killed him, and she started yelling.
"Quiet!" I shouted, and she went silent. Her eyes were opened wide, as if she'd seen a ghost "Get me some rope from the truck!" I said.
"Wh ... what are you gonna do?" Jill asked, getting to her feet to pull her dress over her head. I told her to leave it off.
"We're gonna have some fun now with Harry," I said, my mind racing.
We tied him to a tree, winding the rope about his body and stuffing a rag in his mouth. He came to, but he couldn't move.
"You hate this man, don't you, Jill?" I said. "You hate the way he just fucked you, the way he paid you for your services like you were a common whore....
She didn't answer, and I felt my anger rise, if that was possible.
"I hate him!" Kecia said, stepping forward. "I hate him more than anything else in the world!"
And with that, she reached down and squeezed the guy's balls, hard. His eyes rolled around inside his head, and he tried to cough the gag out of his mouth. He wanted to scream so bad; it looked as if he would die if he was prevented. Kecia pushed the gag deeper, and then, still gripping his balls, she leaned forward and took a bit out of his shoulder. His muffled screams sounded so pitiful! And I mean to tell you Kecia really bit that sucker! He was bleeding, and it looked like his flesh had been torn by an animal.
"You motherfucker!" Jill suddenly shouted. She was into it now, her mind reeling with the idea of torturing the bastard.
But when she glided up to him, letting her body slide over his, her belly caressing his dick, I was ready to pull her away. Then I realized what she was about. She wanted to excite him, get him up! Then she would apply the coup de grace.
"You liked me, didn't you?" she purred. "You liked the feel of me under you, the way I fucked you...."
And the stud, despite his fear, began to respond! Kecia and I stood transfixed, totally taken in by what was happening. We watched her tantalizing body work him up as if she controlled his will. And then I realized that she did control him, much the same way as I lorded over the girls. Beautiful!
"Ooooooooo," she moaned, her tongue darting into his ear. She even kissed the bleeding sore on his shoulder that Kecia's teeth had caused.
And when his dick was jutting out, swollen and hard, she stepped back and drove her knee up into him. His body tensed, every muscle in it seeming to flex, and then he went limp, his mind mercifully unconscious.
Well, we fell down laughing, cackling like mad hyenas. It seemed hilarious to consider that when he left home tonight, he intended merely to come in his pants as he watched some supple young dancers twist their bodies in front of him. He did not expect to conclude the evening fifty dollars poorer, tied to a tree, nude, his balls driven up into his throat by the knee of a girl he had just screwed.
"C'mon, let's blow!" I said finally. "Let's hit the goddamn road!"
We climbed into our clothes and ran to the bus. It was a wild, crazy sprint, and I pulled out of the parking lot with all tires screeching.
And we were still laughing.
"They're gonna catch us!" Jill giggled.
"No," I said. "They'll know who did it, but they won't know where to find us. We can't come back here, but fuck it! There's other fish in the sea....