Chapter 7

SHIRLEY'S PAD

I must have been living right. It only took me about twenty minutes to get a hack. Forty-five minutes later I was standing outside the upper West Side address Shirley had given me. I had no doubt that that part was real too. I'd checked it out with the paper. What the hell. It had been only one chance in a million that I'd have tumbled to her. In fact, without Tina's help, I probably never would have known. Good girl.

I searched the names over the buzzers in the foyer, until I finally found hers. I rang. No answer. I began to sweat. What if she wasn't home either? She was the only lead I had. I rang again, this time harder. My gut almost turned over when I heard the tell-tale click on the door. I grabbed it quickly and pulled it open. Someone was in her pad. I didn't know if it was her or not, but someone had pushed the buzzer to let me in. I took the stairs three at a time. She lived on the fourth floor, and I was breathing hard by the time I stood outside her door.

The door inched open, and I caught sight of her peering out through the narrow crack at me. Still heaving heavily from the climb, I grinned at her as best I could. It was important that I handle everything just right. One slip, and my whole fuckin' bag went down the shit bowl.

"Why Johnny," she said with genuine amazement. "What are you doing here?" She opened the door wider once she had recognized me, and I saw that she was in baby doll PJ's. Nice. She had real nice gams. I'd almost forgotten how nice she had been.

"Ju ... Just ha ... happ ... happen to be pa ... passing by," I lied trying to catch my breath. "Remembe ... bered your invitation to drop by sometime. Stopped by your hole at the paper, said you called in sick. Th ... Thought maybe I'd just drop by and see if you was all right." I made a move to step in. She stepped back, opening the door to admit me. So far, so good.

"Gee, that's sweet of ya Johnny. I was kinna feelin' under the weather this mornin', but I'm feelin' much better now. Come on in. How 'bout some coffee?" She smiled brightly, and I felt my guts tightening again. I remembered how she'd mouthed my joint that night on the fifth floor. I also remembered how she'd opened up real wide when I'd poured the mutton to her. Nice. Real nice.

"Yea. Soun's great. Coffee ... I mean," I answered, leering at her seminude form openly. Actually I was checking out her ankle. Yep. There it was. Big as life. The scar. I knew I was on the right subway now. Jus hadda make sure I didn' miss my stop.

Closing the door behind her, fastening the chain, which incidentally I was glad to see. That meant she was alone in the pad. That was important. I wanted some answers from this bitch, and I didn't want nobody around to queer the little talkathon I had planned for her.

Smiling again, she padded barefoot, into the kitchen. I flowed along behind her, admiring her dainty little ass. Yea, Shirley was nice all right. I couldn't help thinking about the guys she'd helped to ball in the crappers. Shit. 'Stead of complainin' the bastards shoulda been applaudin.' Lucky fuckers didn' know how good they'd had it.

My plan wasn't exactly fixed in my head yet. I had a vague idea of what I was gonna do. I knew one thing for sure. Shirley wouldn't come across with no info willingly. Not on your sweet ass, baby. She would be a hell of a lot more scared of J.B. and his goony boys than she would be of me. So, about the only thing I could do was force it out of her. But, at the same time, I hadda be careful too. Couldn't leave no marks or bruises; nothing like that. Of Holly would have my asshole for sure. He was kinda square 'bout that kinda crap.

I knew I wouldn't have too much trouble gettin' Shirley into th' sack. She'd be willing enough. I also remembered that she had been tight. Tight as hell. Now, like I said before. I ain't King Kong in the cock department, but I sure as hell ain't no midget either. If I broke her down like a shotgun, like I'd done with Wanda, more'n likely she wouldn't be able to take it, and might break. It was my only chance. Of course I'd have to sorta tie her up a little bit, but that didn't leave no traces. She might raise a lot of hell afterwards, but even Holly couldn't make a bust on that kinda info. He might not like it too much, but he couldn't do nothin' either.

Besides, I didn't really think there would be much chance of her squawkin' to loud anyway. After all, she was in this gig right up to her cute little twat. No. I didn't think she'd be too interested in makin' no real big noises about what happened. Her ass would be in the sling jus as much's mine. I grinned to myself. This would be one little job I was gonna kinda enjoy. She twitched her ass real cute like. Dumb broad. She didn't know I was gettin' ready to tear the shit outa that little box of hers.

"Gee. Was I surprised to see you," She said, putting a pot on the stove, and turning on the gas. "But, I can't exactly say I don't like the idea. It gets kinna lonesome, when you're home all day by yourself. Know what I mean?" She made my dick get hard the way she was making kinda oval rings with her lips. Yea. I still remembered all right. Top drawer. All the way.

"Yea, I know," I answered, my voice gettin' naturally husky. "I was thinkin' the' same thing. You all alone here, and everything. Thought maybe ya jus might want some company. Sorta thought I might rub ya down or somethin'." I stressed the "somethin" and she giggled. My dick got harder. Her gaze dropped to my fly, and the tip of her tongue flicked over her lips quickly. I figured she must be remembering too.

"Is ... did, I mean ya haven't had any problems or nothin' ... down there I mean," she hurried on quickly indicating my dong with her eyes. "I didn't know for sure if I really hurt ya or not. Did I?"

"Naw! Anyway, ya fixed it good. But, then ya never know when a guy might have a relapse. Thought maybe it needed another treatment sorta. Ya know, just to be safe, like." I leered at her tits, thrusting provocatively through her thin top. I could tell the nipples were hard. Yea, this cuz was hot stuff all right. Sure. She was doin' a job. But, is there anything in the rules that says a broad can't enjoy what she's doin'? Huh?

Shirley giggled, at the same time opening her feet wider apart. I could make out the dark patch between her legs clearly through the thin material. My rod was really up now, and my motor throttling on high. I might jus fuck her real good first, then get around to gettin' some answers. Maybe.

"I think that soun's like a good idea," she murmured, kinda low, and sexy like. "Jus to be onna safe side, of course." She winked at me, and opened her feet wider apart. Yea, man. This cuz was ready for action all right. Built for speed, she was.

I moved in on her then, pulling her to me, and cupping one of her tits with my hand. I kissed her, hard, jabbing my tongue between her lips. My other hand began brushing her cunt hair through the panty bottoms. She was wet. Real wet. My dingus was drawn for action. She started working on my fly.

Shirley was kinda in a hurry too. She damned near tore my shorts yanking my doodle out. Her hand felt good on it. She stroked it fondly. I moaned, kissing her harder. Yea. Maybe I'd plug her real good first, then get the dope. I pushed her back against the table. Her legs opened still wider.

I was probing at her bush. She was tryin' to guide it too. Then she pulled away from me. Her eyes were hot, wide, wild. Shit. This cunt was really somethin' else. She was like ready, Jack.

"Not here. The bed. Better. Take our time. Come on. This way," she breathed harshly. Yea, man. She was ready all right. Grabbin' my hand and handle at the same time, she headed out through the kitchen door. In the living room, she made a sharp right, dodged a lounging chair, and bore down on a half-open door off to the right a little bit. Oh, baby, but was this cuz ever hot.

Her bedroom looked like any other cuz's sandman castle. A few frilly dainties laying around, the bed unmade, and another partially open door revealed what was obviously a bathroom. The bed was perfect though. A four poster. My plan jelled then. Out of the corner of my eye, I picked out a partly open bureau drawer. I could see part of a nylon stocking hanging out. Just what I was looking for. Perfect.

She was tugging at my meat with urgency now. I'll tell the truth pal. I was feelin' kinda urgent myself. But, I knew that I had a job to do, and that the moral fiber of my country hung in the balance. You'll never know what effort it took for me to bring myself to concentrate on gettin' the job done that I'd come there to do. I mean, like, I oughta get a medal or something.

Turning her around, so that she couldn't see what I was doing, I rubbed it up against her ass. At the same time, I reached behind me with a free hand, and latched onto a pair of nylons. Just right. Then, maneuvering her toward the bed, I helped her start pullin' off her PJ's. Man, I'd forgotten just how groovy that chicks body was. Outa fuckin' sight, baby. I toyed with the idea of stuffin th' nylons in my pocket for a while. But duty called, and I answered the friggin thing.

"Oh yes, Johnny. Come on, baby. Shirley's all primed and ready for ya, baby. Come on, honey. Let's get it on," Shirley purred. Keerist! Whata dame. I almost hated doin' what I was gonna hafta do. But what's a guy gonna do?

She had my belt and pants undone by then. I stepped outa them. It'd be easier to work that way. Yea. Sure. 'Bout then the head of my dingus grazed her bush. I felt my resolve weaken. But, I swallowed hard, and frantically I worked one of the nylons into a loop with one hand. Ya think that's easy? Especially with about a hunnerd pounds of pure wildcat tuggin' at yer meat? Yer happy ass, Jackson.

Then she pulls me onto the bed. I fall on top of her heavily. My docker was between her legs. Sweet shit, but it felt good. I was tryin desperately now to get the other nylon looped. There. I had it. Now both of 'em were looped at one end, ready for use. Now, all I hadda do was get her in position. That wouldn't be as easy as it sounded either. Not the way she was buckin' and rarin' and carryin' on. Shit. The way she was actin' you'da thought the cunt hadn't gotten the blocks put to her since I'd poled her at the paper. Hell. Maybe she hadn't. She was sure a hot little piece of fuzz. Yea, man.

I slipped both stockings outa my pocket and pushed them to the head of the bed. I was careful that Shirley didn't see what I was doin'. She didn't. The cuz was so her up about gettin' her bush parted, sheVouldn'a noticed if I'da put my typewriter up there. It was a damn shame too. Here she was all set and ready, and I was gonna have to protect and guard my country's moral fiber. But, that's what being a newspaper man is. Guardin' and protectin' you lousy fuckers moral fiber. Jeez! There outa be a law.

I mean, after all that guardin' and protectin' a guy gets pretty tired. Ya know what I mean? A guy's gotta have somethin' to do, besides guard and protect you shitheads moral fibers. Ya outa give a guy a break every once in a while, and guard and protect your own fuckin' moral fiber. Ya listenin' Spiro, baby?

To take. Shirley's mind off a what I was gonna do, I reached down and slipped the pole to her. She wheezed her appreciation, opened her legs wide, and started clawin' at my back. I got hold of one of her hands, then the other. I unwrapped them from around me. While I easily sorta slipped my dick in and out of her cunt, at the same time I lined her wrists up. I figured she'd be too preoccupied with what was goin' on between her legs to pay any attention to what I was doin' with her hands. I was right.

Dextrously, I slipped first one, then the other stocking over her outstretched hands. She didn't even feel it. Now, came the tricky part. Tying the two loose ends to the bed posts, and at the same time, pulling them tight, securing her tightly. Man. She was sure gonna be one pissed off broad when she found out what I'd done. Hell. I sure hoped it wouldn't turn her against me. At least, not permanently.

I already had her right hand fastened, and the left one almost fixed, when she noticed that somethin' was wrong. I guess it was because I wasn't pumpin' her too enthusiastically. I mean, what the hell. Any broad is gonna get a" little suspicious when a guy ain't poundin' the piss outa her. Especially a broad like Shirley. Let's face it, dad. She was nothing but prime meat.

"Hey!" she protested. "What's goin' on? Whatcha doin'? Hey! How come ya got my hands tied like that. What the fuck is this?"

I could tell she was startin' to get a little bit pissed. How? Easy. She'd stopped bangin' her puss up at me. She was just sorta layin' there now, alternately tightening and loosening her cunt muscles. But with her, that was enough. Goddamn but that cunt had some good pussy. All I gotta say is I hope all you people out there appreciate my guardin' and protectin' your moral fiber like this for ya. I mean, like who else ya know that would do that? Huh?

Now, about now, some wise ass is gonna ask, "how ya guardin' an' protectin' me moral fiber, man?" Well, skippin' over the fact that whoever would ask such a question right now is probably from Brooklyn, I'll simply say that ya gotta take it on faith baby. I mean, like, I ain't got time to explain it right now. It all has to do with the despicable, depraved, demoralizing, diabolical plot that duty ol' dude, J.B., dreamed up. And, please, don't tell me ya ain't tumbled to it yet. I mean, like it's so simple.

Now that I'd made her suspicious, I knew I had to work fast. I wasn't sure how long those fuckin' stockin's would hold. Like, ya know how they make such shoddy goods nowa days, right? Besides. Now that I was this close, I figured things would start poppin, and movin' fast, baby. Real fast. I was right.

"Jus take it easy, babe," I said, yanking the knot tight. "I have a little game in mind. Somethin' new. Don' worry 'bout nothin'"

"Game? New game?" Shirley questioned, relaxing a little bit. That was all I needed. Just that second or two to finish up. Now. Everything was tight. I still had my cock in her deep. But, if things worked out, I planned on gettin' it in her a whole lot deeper. Yea! Lots and lots deeper. Oh, Wow!

"What kinda fuckin' game ya got in mind? I don' like this. What ya gotta have me all tied up for? Come on, Johnny. Let me loose. This ain't no good, baby. C'me on, now. Stop all this horseshit. Johnny! Johnny, you let me go, damn you."

"Easy Shirley. Easy. Like I said. I gotta new game for ya. No need to get excited. Jus relax baby. Everything gonna be jus peachy."

I grinned down at her. She looked sorta cute and cuddly when she was all shook up like that. I raised up on my hands, making sure my dingus didn't slip out. I eased first one, then the other arm under her legs, pushing them upward. Shirley struggled a little looking frantically over her head at her firmly trussed wrists.

"Aww, Johnny. Le's cut the crap, Huh? This ain't no way, baby. I mean, like when it gets goin' good, I like to kinda hold ya like. 'Member? Huh? 'Member how it was that night? Good, huh? But like this ... it ain't no good Johnny. So c'me on, let me go and we can get down to some real serious fuckin? O.K.? O.K. baby?"

I grinned at her even more. This was really gonna be some kinda fun. Yea, man. I shoved her legs up higher, and rammed my cock into her hard. She grunted. But she also started milkin' me a little harder. She dug it. Like, this chick flat out enjoyed her work. An' gettin' fucked was part of her job. Right?

"Like I said Shirley. I gotta new kinda game in mind. I wanna play. It ain't hard. It's called 'what's a double-crossin' cuz like Shirley doin' workin' for a crooked bastard like J.B.?" I punctuated the last by slamming my rod into her open puss as hard as I could. But she still wasn't open as wide as I want her to be. Still, she grimaced when the head banged deep inside of her.

"Ooooh! Johnny! You're hurtin' me, baby. Take it easy, huh? Whatcha mean? I don't know whatcha talkin' 'bout. Whose J...."

I slammed into her viciously again, cutting her off. She yelped this time. I had lifted her legs a little more, and my dong sunk another half-inch into the hot softness of her cunt.

"Eiiiee! Goddamn Johnny. Don't! Shit, baby. You're really hurtin' me with that thing. Ya ain't exactly got no ball-point pen there. C'me on baby. Don't. Please. Ooooohh!!"

I lifted her legs a little higher. Everything was working out accordin' to plan. Like I figured. Shirley was a hot little piece, but she had a small, sorta tight pussy. Oh, it was great ... for normal fuckin'. But the way I was splittin' her open, you couldn't exactly call it normal. I pumped into her hard. Three times. Real quick. This time she screamed real loud. I began worrying about her makin' too much noise, and some nosy neighbor callin' the fuzz.

"Yaauuugghh! Yiiiiiii! Aaughhhhhh! Oh shit Johnny. Goddamn, sonofabitch. You're kiUin' me. Don't do it no more. I, I, I'll do what ya want. But, hones' baby. I don't know what yer talkin' 'bout. Please, honey. Believe me. Motherfucker, that hurts honey. Whatcha doin' it for? Why ya wanna hurt me like this? I ain't never done nuthin' to you. 'Onest! Why ya wanna fuck poor Shirley's fucker up for? C'me on, baby. Don' do it no more. Le's jus' be friends, and I'll forge' all about this. O.K.? Huh?"

I answered her by pokin' her three more fast, quick, hard times. She yelped vociferously, and I lifted her legs still higher. Now her toes were almost touchin' the beds headboard. Man. Like crazy baby. Outa sight. Way, way, way outa sight.

"It's all up to you Shirley, baby," I chuckled. "Personally, I'm kinda diggin' this scene. Ya can stop it any time ya want. All ya gotta do is play the game." I pumped her again, driving my meat really deep into her cuz. Shit. I could feel the head almost probin' up into somethin' else inside her. I wondered what it was.

"Yiiiii," Shirley squealed. She pulled fiercely at her bonds. Luckily they held. I shoved her legs up still higher, until her toes were jus touchin the headboard. Then, gathering my knees up under her closer, giving me more leverage, I sneered down at her crookedly. I pulled a couple of inches out, then just kinda rocked back and forth a little. I pushed her legs a little wider open. She was a sharp bird. She knew what it would do to her if I pounded on into her when she was like that. For the first time I saw that there was real fear in her eyes. I must really be hurtin' her.

"Make it easy on yerself, cuz," I barked. "Ya got any idea what it's gonna feel like if I pork it to ya real hard the way I got ya split? Think about it baby. Think real hard." I moved my meat in and out of her threateningly, pulling up short each time just short of hurtin' her. I could see she was thinkin'. The look in her eyes was pure terror by now. I was really diggin' it man. Almost made me feel kinda like a dirty ol' man.

I started easin' it into her a little deeper. Her eyes kept gettin' wider. She was gulpin' real hard. She made a couple of desperate attempts to either free her hands, or get her legs down a little. Jus to discourage her, I let my rod jam deep into her pussy; although not all the way, or real hard. But it was enough to give her the idea that I was 'bout through fuckin' around.

"Ohhh! Johnny! Please, doll, Please.' I don' know nothin' I don' ... Ahhhhh! O.K. O.K.! Have it your way. But please! Don't shove it in me no more like that."

"What ya doin' for J.B.?" I demanded. "Johnny. Lis'en to me. You're too big for me Johnny. 'Specially like ya got me. Don' ram that thing in me Johnny. I can' take it. Jus lis'en to me Johnny. Like I toF ya, I don' know nothin'. I don't know no J.B. I don' ... Yeeeiii!"

I plowed it into her. Deep. Hard. I put all the weight in my body behind my hips and rammed straight into her cunt. I felt my joint sink in squishily, roughly, far. I felt the head drive into tight, close, soft flesh. I knew I had gone somewhere no one else had ever been before. And, from the way she screamed, she knew it too. I almost felt sorry for the cuz. What da fuck. She wouldn't be able to use that hole of hers for a while after this.

"Eeeiii! Auggg!" Shirley screeched over and over again. I just held steady, grinding my hips. The head of my dick almost felt like it was in a vise or somethin'. Shit! I was gettin' hurt almost as much as her.

"Out! P-p-pull it o-o-out! Please. Graa!"

Big tears were running down Shirley's cheeks now. I backed off a fraction of an inch, then gave her half a dozen short, sharp, quick jabs; rotating my hips crazily each time my joint rammed home.

"Ugh, Uhg, Hug," she gulped out, unable to catch her breath for another yell. "Egh, Umph, Egxn," Shirley panted, the tears flowing freely now, her eyes wide with pain, terror, burning agony.

Taking pity on her, and also not wanting her to pass out on me, I pulled my meat cleaver out three inches, at the same time letting her legs come down a little. A bellow of air rushed out of her, and then she gulped heartily; trying desperately to fill her achin lungs with fresh air. Man, I was really doin' a job on her.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Ya tore sompin, Johnny. I swear. Ya tore sompun in me. I can feel it. Oooooo! It burns like fire. Oh God! Please Johnny. Don' do it no more. No more. Please, baby. I can' stan' it. Oouuuu! Shit, baby. I'm on fire inside. Take it out, please. Don' ram me no more. Oh, Jesus, it hurts. Please. Please, Johnny, don'."

She was cryin' somethin' awful. I wouldn' really felt sorry for her except that I knew that if I didn't get the information only she had, now, I would be a dead motherfucker. Once she'd spilled her guts to me, she wouldn' worry 'bout lettin' J.B. know nothin'. Or, if she did, she wouldn' stick aroun' to find out what happened. I really was sorry I hadda fuck up her hole like this. But, there jus' wasn't no other way. It's a tough city, baby.

"'Tis up to you baby," I said easily, trying to control my voice. I was gettin' pretty worked up myself, and if I didn't get her to talk pretty soon, I wasn't gonna have a pole to pork her with ... not hard anyway. She was one hell of a good fuck, dad. That's for real.

"You jus tell me what I wanna know, and I finish ya off nice and easy like. No more hard prongin'. Ya don'? Well...." I trailed off. At the same time I raised her legs up high again, and began drawing my knees up under me. The look of unbelievable horror in her eyes really got to me. I was almos' hopin' to c'ris she'd talk. For her sake.

"No, no, no, no, Johnny. Not again. No. Not any more. I'll talk. Anything. Anything you say. Jus don' prong me no more. Jeeezusss! I burn real bad inside, Johnny. Don' do me no more. P-p-p-please, don'." She broke down into wracking sobs, her tear streaked face contorted in pain. I lowered her legs, lettin' my stick ride in and out easily, not deep enough to hurt her.

"Where's J.B.'s place?" I demanded. She looked at me, eyes red and moist. Before she had a chance to think, I started lifdn' her legs again. Hadda make it fast now. Already wasted enough time. Hadda get the answers-now.

"O.K., O.K., .OK.," she blurted out quickly. "I'll tell. Jut don' prong me again. O.K. Johnny? Promise ya won' prong me no more if I tell ya? Promise?"

"I promise. Now, quit stallin' and start talkin'. If I pop it to ya again, you ain't gonna feel much like doin' nothin'. Not for a long, long time ya ain't." I acted as if I was gonna lift her again. Once she started yappin', she wouldn' quit.

"East Side! Off Fifth! Semeny-six 'treet." She gave me an address. " 'Ts a l'tle camera shop. Downstairs. Set up inna back. Everythin's there. Don' Johnny! Don' prong me no more."

"Shut up," I snapped. "Now keep talkin'. What's the deal? What's J.B.'s gig in this deal? It's got somethin' to do with that Baptist Preachers Convention, right? How many's in on the deal? Come on. Talk. Talk, bitch, or I'll split ya open like a watermellon." I looked at her with what I hoped was a cruel, hard-hearted, expression. Shit man. It's kinda hard to look hard at a cuz when ya got meat in her up to yer balls. Try it some time. Ain't easy.

"Don' know everything. 'Onest! I'm tellin' th' truth. I only know what they toP me. We are suppose to bust some guys they point out to us. Karl. He's the shutterbug. Karl, he takes the flics. We only bust who they tell us to. Tomorra'. Tha's when we're suppose ta do it. Tomorra. Hotel. Don' know which one. 'Onest, Johnny. That's all I know. Nothin' else. Ya promise, Johnny. Ya promise ya won' pork me no more if I tell ya. I did Johnny. I toP ya all I know. Don', Johnny. Please don' prong me again. I can' stan' it, Johnny. 'Onest! Ya tore sumpin real bad when ya porked me. I can feel it."

She broke down into uncontrollable crying. I was sure she had been tellin' me the truth. She'd toP me about everything she knew. I kept at her though, hopin' she might remember somethin' else. I was pretty sure she wasn't gonna hoi' nothin' back. Not now. I'd done a pretty fuckin' good job of prongin her all right.Yea. She wouldn' hoi' nothin' back. Not now.

All the while I'd been movin' my dick in and outa her. Like I say before, baby, she's got some really top drawer pussy. I'd been so wrapped up on gettin' her to talk, I hadn't paid too much attention to how fuckin' good it was feelin'. But now, now that I was sure I'd gotten about all there was to get, I started noticin'. Yea. Like I started noticin' a whole lot.

"How many more in this wit' ya?" I demanded hoarsely, feelin' my foam boiling rapidly inside me. It wouldn't be long now before I wouldn't have nuthin', but nothin', to threaten her with. It was gettin' ready to blow ... and blow big. Keerist! I was more worked up than I'd thought. Ohhhhh, shit. It felt so good.

"I only know th' ones I toP ya 'bout. Sue Ann. Sue Ann's in it. An' Ellen. She's a redhead. She's in it. Then there's Cindy. Cindy Lou. She's in it too. She works at the club 'Red Rose' with yer girl, Wanda. They tried to get her to go along too, but she don' wanna. Says you'd kick the shit outa her. J.B. He got nervous when ya started snoopin' aroun'. Didn' know what ya knew. Didn' know if Wanda had toP ya or not. He didn' think so. Said she's too stupid to know wha' they was talkin' 'bout. Said, he don' think ya talk to her about wha' ya do. 'Onest! It's 'a truth, Johnny. I swear it."

Well I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. Here I been sleepin' with the fuckin' answer all along an' don' even know it. Wan da! The stupid fuggin' broad. J.B. was right. She'd been too fuggin' stupid to even realize what they was talkin' about. Only that they wanted her to bust some Johns. An' she knew I'd never go for that, so she says no. But she don' even think to tell me. No! Too fuggin' stupid. All she can think about is gettin' the blocks put to her, an' havin' me make like a fuggin' parrot cause she don' trust me. Now ain't that a ball buster? I ask ya? Ain't it?

"Who ya suppose to bust? For how much? Why? Where? Come on chick. Give!"

"I tol' ya Johnny. I swear. I tol' ya everythin' I know. We bust who they tell us to. J.B. He's gonna give us a grand apiece for the job. That's all. We got nothin' else ta do 'cept bust some Johns, make sure we kinna stand outa the way so Karl can get his flicks, then we blow. Tha's all. I swear it. Ya promise, Johnny. Ya promise ya don' pork me deep no more. I tol' ya everything. Everything."

The fuckin' cuz was gettin' hysterical on me. She was so goddamn scared I was gonna prong her again she was almos' outa her cork. I was sure now. She'd tol' me everything she knew. She didn't know who they were gonna bust, or where. Only approximately when. And, that was tomorrow. Jus' like I figured it. But I hadda confirm one more thing, then I'd be done. I was gonna have to hurry though. I was gonna foam over any second.

"The other guys? How come ya bust the other guys in the crappers? How come?"

"Prac'ice, Johnny. Prac'ice! So's we know what to do when 'a big 'un comes along. So's we know how 'ta stay outa Karl's way so he can get the right kinna pics. J.B. He said we wouldn' get no second chance when the big 'un c'me. Hadda be perfec'. No slipups. Hadda be jus' right So, we prac'ice. Each one 'a us goes out three times, maybe four if Karl ain't satisfied. Karl. He's da one that decided. He's da one hadda take da flicks. Said they gotta be jus' right, and we can' be inna way. Showed us how. Him and J.B. They showed us how."

"That was all? Nothin' else?" I hissed menacingly.

"All. Swear, Johnny. 'Ats all."

"O.K. I believe ya," I grunted just as I felt my sperm jettin' out the end of my joint into her cuz. Man I really started fuckin' away at her then, only I let her legs down so's I didn' plow into her so deep like before. This way, she was enjoyin' it. She still hurt, but not like before, an' not from my porkin' her like I was doin' now. Now, she started kinda fuckin me back, beggjn' me to put the pole to her. Like before. That night. It was nice. Yea. Real nice.

"Yes. Oh Yes. Like that Johnny. Oouuuu! That feels good. Not like the other way. Yes, baby, Yes, baby. Pole Shirley good, lover. Put it to her. Only, easy, baby. Not like 'efore. Easy. Shoot it in me doll. Tha's it. C'me in me, baby. Ouuuu!"

You better believe I did too. Shirley was good. Nice, nifty, tight, little cuz. Good fuckin stuff. Strictly built for speed ya understan'. Stricdy built for speed. My dick was spurtin' off like a run away fire hose. Man, I was really juicin' her cuz up proper. Shit. That Shirley was some real first class, top drawer fuckin'. Dig it man. Up front. All the way. I was really sorry I'd hadda fuck her up like I did. But from the way she was fuckin' me back, maybe I hadn' messed her up too bad after all. I kinda hoped so. She was a nice kid.

In fact, I felt her startin' to wrap herself around me tight like, with her legs. Yea. She was gonna get one off. She was gonna boot one from here to Jersey an' back. Yea, baby. Like I said. Top drawer stuff. I tried to help her as much as I could, drivin' in long, hard, an' steady. But with her legs down, it don' hurt her like before. Naw! She was diggin' the shit outa this. Fine, man. Fine.

"Yea, Johnny. Yea. 'Ats it. Fuck me baby. Oh yea, man. Ohhh! You got me, baby. Ya got me good. Fuck it, baby. I'm all yours. Fu ... f-f-f ... oh, o-o-o, I-I-I'm go, go ... go-oh, gonna c-c-come. I'm go-gonna come. Do me! I'm comiri Baby!"

Man, and she wasn't lyin' either. She was humpin' up at me like a tomcat with a turpentined asshole; only faster.

Now ain't that somethin' for ya. Here I jus' tore this cuz's hole up for her, and now she's beggin me to bust her good. Dames! They're all alike. Give 'em one good look at a stiff stoker, and they flip right out. Daffy. That's what dames are. Daffy.