Chapter 3
Melinda was downright chipper on the first day of rehearsal, slipping into her lucky leotards and a pair of tight jeans, wolfing down a light breakfast and setting out bright and early for the theatre, walking all the way downtown and crosstown to limber up for the job.
But when she reached the address on the west side of Greenwhich Village, she found the entrances closed and locked. Slightly perplexed, she went around to the stage door in an alley. That, too, was locked shut and Melinda knocked hard on the black metal door. An elderly man she recognized as the theatre watchman answered; poking his head outside, his eyes viewed her suspiciously.
"Sorry," he grumbled. "You've got the wrong place."
"No, I haven't," laughed Melinda. "I'm reporting for rehearsal."
"Ain't no rehearsal," the old man told her.
"What do you mean?" said Melinda, somehow believing he was teasing her.
"Show's been cancelled," he informed her.
"What?" gasped Melinda. "But ... but ... why?"
"Backers pulled out," the old man grumbled.
"Where is Mr. Huxton?"
"Left town. Went to L.A., I think."
"Why wasn't the cast notified?" an indignant Melinda demanded to know. "Why wasn't I notified?"
The old man shrugged. "How should I know? I ain't the producer."
"I-I discontinued my unemployment insurance," Melinda declared. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"Look for another job," the watchman suggested. "Now, if you'll excuse me...."
He started to close the door, but Melinda desperately clutched his arm. "Oh, please! Wait! I've got to talk to Mr. Huxton. I've got to get in touch with him."
The old man jerked his arm away. "Sorry, Miss. Can't help you," he snapped, slamming the door in her face and locking it.
Tears flooded Melinda's eyes, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and drifted off. As she walked all the way home her shock and disappointment hardened into resentment. She had thought that she had used Huxton to land a part, but it was she who had been used. If only she could get her hands on the bastard. Then realizing the futility of her bitterness, she contemplated her immediate future. It looked as if she'd have to go back to waitressing until something better came along. She loathed waiting tables, but it was all she was qualified to do, having pursued nothing but her theatrical aspirations since high school. It wasn't the first time Melinda had returned home with her tail between her legs, so close to a breakthrough only to have her hopes dashed, but today she was unprepared for the other problems that awaited her. When she reached her apartment she found a hastily scribbled note taped to the kitchen refrigerator door.
"What now?" she groaned, snatching Lizz's message and sitting down to read it. A few seconds later she sprang to her feet.
"Dear Mel," read the note, "Scotty and I have decided to see America. Don't know when we'll be back (if ever). Apartment's all yours. Break a leg on opening night. Love and kisses, Lizzy."
Melinda crumbled the note in her fist and hurled it angrily across the room. Then she stormed through the apartment and discovered that Lizzy's belongings were indeed gone.
"That irresponsible little shit!" she shrieked. "Of all the times to skip out on me!"
According to the arrangement, Lizzy paid the rent and Melinda took care of the utilities. Overnight, Melinda's expenses would double, now that she was without a job. What's more, she had exhausted her savings months ago and had nothing left but thirty dollars in her purse. Before she even had time to think, the doorbell rang.
"If that's Lizzy...." swore Melinda, rushing to the door.
It wasn't. Standing on the other side of the door was Mr. Pyne, the building's landlord and superintendent. The wily, middle-aged man greeted his attractive tenant with the same leering smile he used on every woman in the building. "Good morning, Miss Cain."
"Oh, hello, Mr. Pyne," Melinda replied, avoiding his beady brown eyes. "What can I do for you?"
"I understand your roommate's left town," he said, leaning against the doorway.
"Yeah, I just got the news," Melinda confirmed. "If it's the rent you're worried about, I'll be paying it from now on."
"That's precisely what I was worried about," Mr. Pyne bluntly admitted, conspicuously lowering his gaze to her breasts.
"I'll have this month's payment for you as soon as I can," Melinda promised, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"It's not this month's rent that's bothering me. It's last month's and the month before and the month before."
Melinda gawked at him. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about three month's rent unpaid," Pyne declared.
"We paid our rent," Melinda insisted. "That is, Lizzy paid it."
"Got receipts?" Pyne challenged.
"Wait here," said Melinda. She hurred into the kitchen where Lizzy always kept receipts inone of the counter drawers. She easily found the rent invoices for the last three months and to her amazement, not one of them had been stamped paid.
"Told you so," snickered Pyne just over her shoulder.
His creepy whisper startled Melinda, who whirled around to find him standing right behind her.
"When can I expect my rent money?" Pyne calmly but ominously demanded.
"W-well...." Melinda stammered. "I don't have it right now. It will take me a little time to get the money together...."
"I'm afraid that won't do, Miss Cain. Either I get my money now or you get evicted."
"Oh, no, please," Melinda pleaded, touching his arm.
Pyne smiled and glanced at her clinging hand which Melinda quickly withdrew.
"Don't do that, Mr. Pyne," she said in a voice quivering with anxiety. "Give me a chance to pay you. What about our security?"
"That only covers one month. Were talking about three."
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Melinda cried.
Pyne paced around her like a hungry vulture. "Well ... seeing how desperate you are ... perhaps we could reach some sort of ... accomodation ... until you get on your feet."
"Oh ... oh, that would be terrific," Melinda agreed gratefully. "Name it."
Suddenly, Pyne threw his arms around her and planted a slobbering kiss against her open mouth. Shocked and repulsed, Melinda pushed him away. "What do you think you're doing!" she protested, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Are you crazy?"
"What did you expect?" Pyne answered with a laugh.
"Not ... that! I'm not about to put out for a guy like you!"
Her contemptuous attitude infuriated Pyne. He grabbed her arm and twisted it painfully. Melinda cringed in immediate agony.
"You'll either put out or get out," Pyne coldly intoned.
Melinda tried to pry his hand off of her arm, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. Finally, she gave up resisting, yielding to his strength, sinking to her knees as he bent her arm downward.
"You can start right now," Pyne demanded, unzipping his fly. "No, please!" Melinda implored, revolted by his intention.
"Shut up!" he snapped, wrenching her arm until she bowed her head in pain. He then reached into his pants and removed his long, stiff prick. He seized her by the hair, lifted her head and presented his rigid cock to the gaping lips of her mouth.
Melinda flinched, but he held her firmly and with a quick thrust of his pelvis, Pyne plunged his pecker deep into her warm, creamy mouth. "Yeah, that's it," he grunted. "Now suck my dick!"
Gagging on his organ, Melinda tried to withdraw, but Pyne brutally applied more pressure to her aching arm, rendering her helpless. Obediently, she rocked back and forth, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft.
"That's a good girl," purred Pyne. "Stuff your face! Eat my meat!" He punctuated his orders with jerking stabs, darting his dick over her tongue and down her throat, withdrawing to the ridge of her lips, then pressing forward again. "A-a-a-h-h, yeah!" he sighed, swiveling his hips in rhythm with each stroke. "You do it so well. You've had lots of experience, haven't you? Yes, sir," he wickedly chuckled. "Bet you suck all the cock you can get your mouth on."
Melinda ignored his vile remarks, closed her eyes and thoughtlessly went through the motions just to get it over with. But Pyne controlled his lust, intent on prolonging his selfish pleasure as long as he could, pumping his throbbing penis in and out of her drooling mouth with deliberate ease.
"I always wondered what you and your hot little roommate would be like in the sack," Pyne confessed. "Too bad I never got into her pants, but you'll make up for that. I've been dreaming of this for a long time. Used to get hard just watching you climb the stairs with that nice shapely ass of yours swaying. And those legs ... m-m-m-m ... I can't wait to get a taste of your cunt ... eat out your luscious pussy ... suck those big tits of yours ... fuck your ass like a dog!"
Having worked himself up with his erotic expectations, Pyne was writhing with ecstasy, unable to prevent himself from accelerating his thrusts, banging Melinda's mouth at a frantic pace. His blazing cock felt as if it were about to burst and when Melinda bit down on it, that's exactly what it did, splattering her mouth with his ejaculatory discharge. "Ah! Ah! Ah! You fucking bitch!" he joyously hollered, ramming his rod deep into her throat, his knees buckling under the strain.
Pyne collapsed into a chair, his prick shriveling up like a strip of bacon. Released, Melinda ran to the sink and spat out his cum, rinsing her mouth thoroughly with water from the tap.
"Whew!" whistled Pyne, trying to catch his breath. "That was alright." He zipped up his fly and got to his feet, but when he approached Melinda, she quickly moved away from him, the fear and humiliation vividly etched on her face.
"Don't touch me," she warned.
Pyne smiled mockingly. "Better get used to it, honey," he replied.
"Just get out of here," she ordered.
"Sure, babe," said Pyne, walking slowly out of the kitchen and toward the front door. "But I'll be back. In fact, I'll see you tonight."
"Not if I can help it," vowed Melinda, keeping her distance.
"You can't," claimed Pyne. "Either you have the money for me tonight or be prepared to spread ass."
He slammed the door behind him, jarring Melinda's already shattered nerves. It was the most depressing, degrading day of her life and she retired to the bedroom to wallow in her misery. She cowered beneath the sheets and had a good cry, then laid on her back and stared at the ceiling, contemplating a way out of her predicament. She owned very little jewelry, hardly anything worth hocking, had no credit cards or other means of instant cash. There was no immediate solution to her dilemma.
Yet Melinda was determined to avoid Pyne and would never again submit to his sexual advances. She got up and locked her front door, then spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment, hoping that would help her recover from her harrowing ordeal.
Later that evening, when her chores were complete, Melinda undressed and prepared for a shower. The front door bell rang. She tiptoed quietly to the door and peered through the peephole.
Distorted in the glass was Pyne's ugly, rugged face. Melinda crept away and ignored his repeated ringing and knocking. Eventually, he went away and Melinda contentedly stepped into the shower.
She emerged several minutes later refreshed and cleansed, wrapping herself in a towel that she fastened beneath her arm. She casually drifted from the steamy bathroom into the cool darkness of her bedroom and reached for the lamp switch beside her bed. But when she clicked it on, she discovered Pyne lying on the bed, completely naked, smiling up at her.
"Oh, no!" she gasped, backing into a dresser. "How ... how...."
"You forgot, sweetheart," he crooned, "I have a pass key to your apartment."
Melinda was speechless, trembling in her clinging towel.
"Wasn't nice of you to pretend you weren't home," he chided playfully. "Of course, I knew better. You're a very naughty girl. But naughty girls get spanked."
Melinda bolted for the bathroom door, but be fore she could reach it, Pyne seized her arm, whirled her around and hurled her onto the bed.
Melinda was flat on her back, too terrified to move. "P-p-please ... d-don't!" she begged breathlessly.
"Shut your mouth!" Pyne ordered, reaching down to grasp the towel between her breasts. "Let your body do the talking." Then he furiously ripped away the towel, fully exposing her.
Melinda tried to cover herself with her hands, but her modesty only amused her lustful landlord. Pyne's cock rose to erection and then without warning he pounced, wedging his head between Melinda's thighs, pressing his mouth against the damp fuzz of her cunt.
"No! No! No!" Melinda resisted, pounding the back of his head with her fists.
Pyne gripped her wrists and held them down against the bed while his tongue darted in and out and around her honeypot, savoring the succulent juices of her saucy snatch. When she continued to struggle, flailing her legs, he bit down on her tender twat.
"Owww! Ahhh!" she screamed. "Stop it! Oh, please!"
But Pyne went right on licking and lapping and munching on Melinda's muff with merciless delight. His tantalizing tongue probed her inner recesses and teased her taut clitoris until she could only fend for herself by winding her legs tightly around his neck and jerking him aside.
Furious, Pyne slapped her hard across the face. "You ungrateful bitch!" he hollered, hitting her again and again. "I go down on you and you don't even appreciate it!"
Frightened out of her wits, Melinda covered her face and awaited his next assault.
"Well, if you don't want me to please you, then I might as well please myself," Pyne bitterly concluded. "Roll over on your belly, you slut!"
"Oh, please," wept Melinda, "if you have to do this to me, can't you just do it this way?" She spread her legs and offered him her tempting pussy.
"I can have it that way with any woman," he sneered. "I want to fuck your ass! I want to stick it where it hurts! Now roll over or I'll beat the crap out of you!"
Sobbing like a child, Melinda reluctantly obeyed, turning over slowly until her full, firm buttocks faced him, her thighs spread wide, her anus pink and vulnerable.
"Paradise," Pyne remarked with an appreciative grin. He bent down and kissed her delightful derriere before inserting his tongue into her hole. Melinda flinched at his intimate touch, then squirmed as his tongue wormed its way within, his saliva lubricating her in preparation for his entry.
Melinda endured the ticklish probing of his tongue, but when it abruptly ceased, she was filled with dread. Her anxiety grew as Pyne knelt between her gaping legs and placed his hands on her beautiful buns. His rough fingers pried apart the quivering cheeks of her butt and his eager manhood was poised just an inch from the orifice. He prodded her gently a few times, teasing her, heightening her terrified anticipation. Resigned to the inevitable, Melinda closed her eyes and braced herself.
With a sudden stroke Pyne plunged into her, his prick piercing like a blade, Melinda crying out in anguish. "Ah-h-h, yeah!" grunted Pyne, finding her anus agreeably tight, forcing the full length of his shaft up her ass. Then he slowly withdrew, which was just as painful for Melinda who had to bite down on the bedsheets to keep from wailing. He impaled her to the hilt again and the pain was not as excruciating, but no less unbearable. Melinda hoped she would pass out, anything to escape the humiliating torment Pyne insisted on inflicting.
He sodomized her with meticulous glee, prompting Melinda to ask at one point, "Why are you doing this to me? Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?"
"I don't hate you," he murmured in her ear. "I loathe you."
"But why? Why?"
"Because you're like all the rest, all those young and beautiful bitches," he taunted. "You're all the same. You wear your short skirts and tight pants and go braless. You love to tease guys. You love to torture men with your bodies. You tease, but you won't please. You cunts are all alike."
"That's not true," Melinda cried defiantly. "Women like me are loving and caring. We respond to tenderness. Can't you treat me that way? This wouldn't be so bad if you were gentle with me."
Pyne snickered as he continued his deep thrusts into Melinda's ravaged rectum. "Is that what you really want, baby? A gentle hand?" He nibbled on her earlobe and flicked his tongue in her ear. Melinda shivered and for the first time felt the pangs of pleasure.
"Yes," she told him emphatically. "I don't want to be raped. I want to be made love to."
Having nothing to lose, Pyne responded to her request by stroking her back, gliding his hand along the curve of her spine, tracing the slopes of her hips and waist. Melinda propped herself up on her elbows, allowing him to slip his hands beneath her and cup her breasts. As he fondled her tits, Pyne brushed his lips along her elegant neck and shoulders, all the while maintaining the rhythm of penetration, drawing sighs of genuine pleasure from Melinda who was no longer in pain and in fact was discovering the peculiar titillation of the act.
Pyne's hands slid below her belly and into the warm softness of her crotch. When he inserted a finger into her cunt, he was pleased to find it wet. He pressed against her clit and Melinda's body stiffened, her anus contracting tightly around his implanted prick. She moaned deliriously as he pampered her pussy, her initial displeasure transformed into intense yearning. "Oh! Oh!" she whimpered. "Oh, yes! Yes! I love it! I love it!"
Amazed and inspired, Pyne showered her with kisses and caresses, his body writhing against hers, straining to stuff every inch of his cock into her hot, horny hole.
"Oh, please!" begged Melinda. "I want it in my cunt! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Pyne paused to consider her appeal. "Is that what you really want?" he asked with an uncharacteristic tone of compassion.
He withdrew from her aching anus and allowed her to turn over on her back. Of her own desire, Melinda reached out to take his cock in her hand and guide it to her sultry slit. Hovering over her, Pyne watched as his dick slid smoothly into the tender grip of Melinda's vagina, his most scintillating fantasy finally a reality.
"All of it," she moaned, pressing her hands against his buttocks, forcing him deeper and deeper into her womb. "I want all of it!"
Pyne kissed her, rolling his tongue inside her mouth, palming her tits in his huge hands, grinding his groin against hers.
"O-o-o-o," she sighed. "Give it to me, baby! Bang me! Bang me! I want it so bad!"
Digging his nails into her waist, Pyne fucked with all the force and vigor of a man half his age, watching Melinda's blissfully contorted face as he humped her. Her eyes were sealed in tight creases, her teeth clenched, the muscles of her cheeks flexing with each riveting thrust of his potent prong. As she arched her back, Pyne stuffed her breast in his gaping mouth, sucking hard on the mouthwatering mammary until her nipple was stiff. Then a gentle bite had Melinda gasping with breathless delight. She stroked his sparse head of hair and raked his back with her razor-sharp fingernails.
Pyne answered her animalistic passion with a few raunchy moves of his own, growling his heated breath in her ear, nibbling ravenously on her seething neck and shoulders, scratching her tender flesh with the stubble of his unshaven face, clutching the plump mounds of her sweaty ass while hammering home the blunt instrument of their ferocious fornication.
Melinda lifted her legs and held them aloft as Pyne balled with unrelenting fury. The headboard of the bed kept slamming into the wall with each savage stroke, the springs beneath the mattress squealing with each bounce. Perspiration poured from Pyne's body and mingled with Melinda's own glistening residue. She clung to him in desperate desire, spewing profanities into his face, feeding the fire that burned between their legs.
"That's it, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she brazenly commanded. "Gimme that dick! Fuck my cunt! Oh-h-h, yeah, baby! Faster! Faster! Fuck me!"
Suddenly, in one impulsive motion, Pyne snatched her hovering ankles, rose to his knees, lifted her legs high and rested them against his shoulders. Holding them there, he continued fucking her in quick, deep stabs, ready to blast a cannonball of cum straight up her scum-sucking cunt.
Nearing a shattering climax, Melinda reached behind her and grasped the brass bars of the headboard. "Oh! Oh! I'm gonna' come!" she cried. "Doit! Doit! Do it!"
Pyne pushed her legs aside, letting them drop and bore down on her pussy, driving his greedy dick as deep as her cunt would take it, ramming her again and again and again until Melinda shrieked with ecstasy. At the height of her orgasm, Pyne squeezed two fistfuls of ass and launched his load, a deluge of semen that seeped out of Melinda's saturated slit and soiled the bed. With a groan of satisfaction, Pyne collapsed in her arms and there remained embedded in her quaking womb.
When he could muster the strength, Pyne rolled off of her, dislodging his diminishing organ. He glanced over at Melinda who laid languidly with her legs still wide apart, her pubic hair drenched with sweat and cum, her breasts and belly rising and falling with each silent breath. Never in his wretched life had he fucked so beautiful a woman or fucked with such passion. And never had a woman responded so enthusiastically despite Melinda's initial reluctance. It was a profoundly gratifying experience for Pyne, one that nearly moved him to tears and made him feel terribly guilty in its aftermath.
Melinda covered herself with the bedsheet and turned her face toward the wall, suddenly ashamed not of her nakedness but of the perverse pleasure she had derived from the act. Her troubled silence drove Pyne from the bed. He quietly dressed himself, glancing occasionally in her direction.
"I ... I didn't mean to hurt you," he shyly confessed. "I couldn't help myself. I wanted you. I wanted you so badly. If I didn't have you, I'd have gone crazy. But I never thought ... No woman ... no woman ever treated me the way you just treated me. I guess ... I'm just a lonely ... ugly man." Pyne suddenly gave up trying to express his feelings. Instead, he headed for the bedroom door, paused and added before leaving, "I won't bother you anymore. If you need time to pay the rent ... I can wait."
Melinda swallowed the lump in her throat, then sat up to thank him, but Pyne was gone. She heard the front door close and slowly sank back into the warmth of her bed. She knew the worst was over and there was nothing to fear. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow she could start again. Things had to get better. She was too tired to get up and clean herself, too weary to think or plan. Instead, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. It was way past her bedtime.