Chapter 9

There was another drastic change in Sandy's young life the next day. A change for which she was thankful and one that made her very happy. Stan Aucoin knocked on the door early in the afternoon and she had never been so glad to see anybody-until she thought of the sad truth that she would have to tell him what she had been doing.

Nadine wasn't in the living room when Sandy opened the door and saw Stan, a wide grin on his handsome face. Her heart pounding, her pulse quickening, she removed the chain and pulled the door open. She had an impulse to throw herself into Stan's arms, she also sensed that he wanted to grab and embrace her, but somehow the seconds passed and they just stood there smiling at each other.

"Hi," he finally said. "How are you, Sandy?"

"Just fine, Stan. How did you find me?"

"Your folks gave me the address," Stan said. "Is it all right if I come in?"

Sandy stepped back. "I'm sorry. I'm so surprised to see you that-well, I just forgot my manners. Come in, Stan."

He entered and sat down on a couch. She closed the door, hesitated, then sat on the couch across from the one he had picked. He was wearing slacks and a sport shirt open at the collar. He was very tan, as he always was except during the short winter months and she couldn't keep from picturing him in brief swim trunks. God, but she wished that she had given herself to him first.

"You look great, Sandy. City life must agree with you. Are you working?"

"I'm still looking," Sandy said, not meeting Stan's dark eyes. "City life's all right, I guess, but I miss being home. It seems as if I've been away for months instead of just days."

"I've missed you," Stan said. "It was like I had lost my right arm or some damn thing. I have a different car. It's a year old, but it's in good shape. It was a birthday present to myself."

"I forgot," Sandy said. "You were twenty-one yesterday, I mean and..."

"I'm glad that you remembered that much," Stan said after Sandy let her words trail off. "I was here last night to see if you would help me celebrate, but I guess you and your sister were both out. I understand that you live with your sister, anyway."

"Yes," Sandy said, wishing that Nadine was out of the apartment right then. "She still looks about the same as she did five years ago."

"I remember how she looked," Stan said. He let out a little chuckle. "I don't mind admitting that I had some very imagine daydreams about her! I understand that she works in an office. She couldn't get you in there?"

"Things are slow all over," Sandy said. "Are you still working with your father?"

"Yes, but I'm getting ready to buy a boat of my own. I never did tell you, as I wanted it to be a surprise, but I've been saving money for over three years. I have enough to make a good down payment on a boat and still have five thousand dollars left over."

"I didn't realize that you were so thrifty," Sandy said, forcing a smile. "Where did you go last night? After you didn't find me here, I mean."

"I have a motel room out on one of the highways. I thought I might stay in the city for a few days. I roamed around last night and had a few beers. Where did you go?"

"Nadine and I went out for dinner. We had dates, actually and we also went dancing."

"I had a chance to score with a couple of girls last night, Sandy, but I just didn't seem to be in the right mood. I was thinking of you, I mean and I guess I'm just tired of settling for what I've always looked upon as second-best."

Sandy didn't know what to say. She didn't know whether she should just go ahead and blurt out a few facts, or try to break the news about her call girl activities more gradually. She did know that she wanted to keep seeing Stan as long as he remained in the city, but she didn't think it would be fair to him to hide the truth.

Nadine entered the living room and Sandy had a chance to temporarily postpone a decision. Stan got to his feet and Nadine stopped just inside the doorway and stared.

"This is Stan Aucoin, Nadine. He's from back home. I guess you remember him, though."

"I'm afraid that I can't," Nadine said, lowering her butt down on the wide arm of an easy chair. She was wearing only a robe and the way she was perched exposed a great deal of flesh. She looked at Sandy without covering her legs and one upper thigh. "Did you invite him here, Sandy?"

Before Sandy could answer, Stan said, "No, she didn't, Nadine and I certainly remember you." He sat back down. "As do many of the older fellows back home. I was always jealous because I was too young for you."

Nadine laughed. "Maybe you should have spoken up and let me know that you were around! I was really free and easy in those days, as the older fellows must have told you, but those happy days are gone forever. What brought you to New Orleans?"

"I wanted to see Sandy," Stan said.

"I don't suppose I can blame you for that," Nadine said. "She is a lovely girl, isn't she? How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"He had a birthday yesterday," Sandy said. "Could I be alone with him for a few minutes, Nadine? We have a lot to talk about and I would rather do it in private."

Nadine slipped to her feet and Sandy knew that Stan had gotten a quick glimpse of her sister's dark crotch. "Excuse us, Stan. I want to talk to Sandy before she talks to you. Keep your seat. She will be right back."

Stan had started to get up. He settled back down and Sandy got to her feet. They watched Nadine leave the room. Sandy looked at Stan, managed a weak smile and followed her sister. Maybe Nadine had had a change of heart, she thought. Maybe her sister was going to offer to help keep the sordid facts from Stan.

Nadine had gone to her bedroom and was sitting on the side of the bed, her robe parted all the way down the front. Stopping just inside the doorway, Sandy averted her eyes from the lovely nakedness.

She still hadn't gotten around to telling Nadine about the offers she had received from Phil and Cliff. In the back of her mind there was the thought that she might use one of the men to get out of Nadine's clutches. She wouldn't live with either one of them, of course, but she imagined that a few threats from either Phil or Cliff would cause Nadine to give second thoughts to telling Mama and Papa about the call girl racket.

"That kid's in love with you, Sandy. Did you know that?"

"I wouldn't call Stan a kid, Nadine. I think he always has felt that he loved me, but I doubt that he will even admit it when he finds out what I've been doing."

"Do you think that you love him, Sandy?"

"I guess I do," Sandy said. "Yes, I think I always have and just didn't realize it."

"I can't truthfully say that I know what the kind of love you're talking about is, Sandy. Did I say that right? You know what I mean, anyway and I'll give you a few minutes to get rid of him."

"Why don't you just let me walk out of here with him, Nadine? I won't tell him what you do for a living and I'll just tell him that I've been going all the way with dates you got me. Maybe he would be able to understand and accept that and I'm afraid he won't if he knows the truth."

"I figure that you owe about two years of your time to me, Sandy. Work with me for a couple of years and I'll give you a good stake out of your earnings."

"And you will still tell Mama and Papa if I don't?"

"I'm afraid so, honey. I still feel that you would be stupid to get hooked up with a fisherman and someday you will thank me. Besides, it would be a shame for you to waste your talents on just one young man, no matter how attractive he is."

"You're a dirty bitch, Nadine!"

"Dirty? You know better than that, honey. I guess I am a bitch, but I imagine Stan would feel the same way about you. Why don't you go get him? We'll give him a show and then show him the best time he has ever had in his young life. Hell, we could even put Stan in contact with Fred and enable him to make some good money."

"You really are a character," Sandy said. "Please stay out of the living room until I get rid of Stan. I certainly don't want him to get involved in this madness."

"You should give him a chance to make up his own mind," Nadine said, falling backward on the bed and cupping her jutting breasts. She rubbed her thumbs back and forth across the spiked nipples. "I share my studs with you, honey, so why shouldn't you share yours with me? You heard him practically say that he wanted to bang me when he was just a boy, so why don't you give him a break?"

Sandy turned and fled, Nadine's laughter ringing in her ears. She slowed down as she approached the living room, wondering how she should handle the situation. Maybe she should just send Stan to Nadine and let him find out that way. She could go for a walk. She Was wearing a street dress and sandals-and Stan might even prefer Nadine. He might even want to make the threesome scene, for that matter.

Stan was still sitting where Sandy had left him. He motioned for her to sit beside him. She did, leaving plenty of space between them and he didn't make a move to touch her. She couldn't resist the impulse to glance at his lap. He didn't seem to be physically aroused and she wondered what he would say if she told him that Nadine was waiting in the bedroom, naked and willing to engage in any kind of sexual activities he might like.

Sandy hadn't had to do much to earn her fee the night before. After dinner and dancing at an expensive and well-known night spot, with her only sipping at a couple of drinks, the four of them had gone to the hotel where the two men were staying. They had each had a room. Both men had had far too much to drink. The one Sandy was supposed to entertain sexually had passed out almost as soon as they were alone.

She had undressed him after waiting for a few minutes, curious and also wanting to make it appear that he had gotten his money's worth. She hadn't even removed her own clothes. At one point she had fingered his limp penis to see if he was really out and had decided that he wouldn't even know if he'd had sex or not.

She hadn't become sexually aroused, due mostly to the heated action with Phil and Cliff earlier and she hadn't told Nadine about the man's failure. The other man had apparently been able to perform very well with Nadine, because she had flashed three one hundred dollar bills and said that she'd had to really labor to bring on the second climax the man had demanded.

"I think you know why I'm here, Sandy. You know how I've always felt about you, something tells me that you feel the same way about me and I think it's time we do something about it."

Stan had moved closer to Sandy and put an arm around her. He put his fingers under her chin, turned her face and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She felt like crying, but she forced a smile and met his glowing dark eyes when he pulled his face back.

"I'm not the same girl you knew during all those wonderful years, Stan. I'm a woman now, I mean and I'm sorry that I didn't give you what I guess I've really wanted for a long, long time."

"Did you have sex with your date last night? Never mind! It isn't any of my business, really and I guess I should have taken what I knew you wanted. I'm perfectly willing to accept you as you are now, Sandy. It isn't as if I've been doing without sex, you know and I want us to start fresh right from this moment."

"I didn't have sex with the man last night, but there were men before him and..."

Stan cut Sandy's words off with his opened mouth. She couldn't keep from returning his passionate kiss and accepting his probing tongue. One of his hands cupped a breast, the other one gently caressed one of her legs and started up under her dress. She pulled her mouth and tongue from his, wishing that Nadine wasn't in the apartment, knowing that if they were alone she wouldn't hesitate to give Stan what they both wanted before telling him what she knew she had to tell.

"You don't understand, honey! I've done some terrible things!"

Stan smiled. "So you've had sex with other men. That has nothing to do with how I feel about you. I've always loved you and I've always sexed it up with other females. That's the first time you've ever called me honey, Sandy and it sounded great. I never was one for the mushy talk, but I think of all kinds of terms of endearment where you're concerned. I always have and I always will."

Sandy pulled away and got to her feet, sure that Nadine would be coming into the room at any moment, not wanting her passion to rage out of control before Stan knew the truth. She went over and sat on the other couch, noticing right away that Stan had crossed his legs.

"I might as well blurt it right out, Stan. Nadine's a call girl, a whore and she has been one since coming to the city. I..."

"I'm not surprised," Stan cut in, glancing around the room. "I know that she was a hot-ass gal before she left home, I can see by this ritzy apartment that she makes big money and I think you've been trying to tell me that she talked you into peddling your ass."

Sandy met Stan's eyes, feeling herself blushing. "You seem very cool and calm about it."

"What am I supposed to do? Rant and rave and storm out of here? I'm not happy about it, but I wouldn't be happy if you had told me that you had some kind of a terminal sickness, either. Not a very good comparison, maybe, but the best I can come up with right now. I wouldn't run out on you if you were sick. Do you love me?"

"I think so," Sandy said. "Yes, I'm sure that I do, Stan, but I couldn't blame you if you were disgusted with me for what I've done."

"I had no strings on you when you left home, Sandy. If you go with me now it would have to be different, of course. I'm not so liberal or jaded that I would want to share you with anybody else."

"I'm glad of that," Sandy said, feeling that things still might work out with Stan even after the poor judgment on her part. She should have let Nadine lie to their parents and then have straightened things out with them.

"How did your sister ever talk you into joining her in the call girl business, Sandy?"

Before Sandy could answer and she had meant to admit that Nadine hadn't really had all that much trouble getting her to become a prostitute, Nadine stepped into the room. Stan looked toward the doorway first, then Sandy saw her sister standing there, a smirk on her pretty features.

"Yes, I've been eavesdropping, but I just had to see if my dear sister was telling the entire truth. I'm still giving you a chance to get rid of your young lover before he finds out everything, Sandy. Oh, I'm not telling you to leave without first sampling Sandy's many charms, Stan. You may stay long enough to eat some pussy and rip off a piece of ass and then I want you out of this apartment."

"When I go, Sandy goes with me," Stan said, getting to his feet. "You do want to go with me, don't you, Sandy?"

"Yes," Sandy said, also standing, looking at her sister, wondering if Stan would still want her after Nadine had told him about the incestuous lesbianism. "Nadine threatened to tell our parents that I was whoring even if I refused. She has never actually given me any of the cash I have earned, though. I can't really blame her for everything, Stan. I wanted to pay her back some of the money she has been sending me."

Nadine slipped out of her robe and tossed it aside. She lifted her hands, briefly cupped her breasts, then slowly slid her caressing fingers down over her belly, around the dark bush and stroked her rounded thighs.

"I'm also available, Stan. Forget this romantic love nonsense and let us both show you a good time. Right, Sandy?"

"Don't do this to me, Nadine! Haven't you done enough? I have a second chance for real happiness and now you're threatening to destroy that. Let us go without any more talk and I'll never tell Mama and Papa about you!"

"You're the one that's worried about Mama and Papa knowing, honey. Hell, I don't give a diddly-damn. I've sent them money, too and they probably wouldn't want to believe you for that reason, anyway. Did you tell Stan that you suck cocks? That you have even been corn-holed?"

"I'm familiar with what she had to do to lower herself to your level," Stan said. "Go get your things, Sandy."

"Sandy enjoyed performing all of the exciting sex acts," Nadine said, moving forward until she was standing directly in front of Stan. He had turned to face the doorway and Sandy could see the front of his pants poking out. "Can you picture your darling Sandy's sweet lips clinging to a hard cock, Stan?"

Nadine moved closer and pressed her lower body against Stan. "Wouldn't you like to give it a go with us both, man? We won't charge you the usual rates, will we, Sandy? Do you think you could afford about five dollars, fisherman? The regular price is a hundred bucks, but we'll fuck and suck practically for love."

"I wouldn't give you two bits," Stan said. He looked over at Sandy. "Go get your clothes before I lose my temper and slap the shit out of your silly sister!"

Nadine also looked at Sandy. "You had better think it over carefully before you leave here with this wise-ass bastard, Sandy. I won't say another word if you promise not to go with him. I'll even leave the room and let him stay long enough for him to get his nuts off twice."

"Say what you want to," Sandy said, feeling tears forming in her eyes. "I will have to tell him sooner or later, anyway and we might as well see what his reaction is going to be now. I'm leaving with or without Stan, though and I'll just have to try and explain to our parents the best I can."

"What the hell is the big mystery?" Stan asked, holding his hands well away from Nadine's naked body. "What are you afraid to tell me, Sandy? Don't tell me that you got into serious trouble with the law or something like that."

"We put on shows for our customers," Nadine said. "We kiss, rub our cunts together and embrace in the sixty-nine position. Would you like to see an exhibition of lesbianism? Take your clothes off, Sandy and I'll get lover-boy ready. Not that he isn't ready now! How big is your hard cock, Stan? Let me set it free. I just might give you a blow-job to get things started!"

Nadine had stepped backward a short distance and grabbed Stan's thrusting cock through his clothes with one hand while searching for the zipper tab with the fingers of her other hand. Stan put his hands on her shoulders, pushed, she staggered backward, lost her balance and landed on her ass.

Nadine glared. "I'll have you worked over for that, you-you stupid jerk! I'll make you wish that you had never been born!"

"You had better be thankful that I'm not a man of violence," Stan said calmly. "However, if you try to get up off your lovely ass before we get out of here I just might fix your pretty face so that your Johns will have to put a sack over your head to have the stomach to prong you. You had better hurry, Sandy. I don't claim to have unlimited self-control where sex is concerned."

Nadine laughed, lowered her back and shoulders down on the carpet, spread her long legs wide and began fondling her jutting breasts. Sandy ran from the room, hoping that Nadine wouldn't carry out her threat to have Stan worked over. Her sister could probably have it done easily enough and she would have to get Stan out of town right away.

It didn't take Sandy long to throw her things into her suitcase. She took only what she had brought with her, not wanting the clothes Nadine had bought for her, thinking that she hadn't really gained anything except a great deal of sexual experience during her short career as a call girl.

Sandy wouldn't have been surprised at anything that might have been going on when she returned to the living room. After all, she thought, her sister was a very attractive female and Stan had had a hard-on. She knew that she would have been jealous, but she also knew that she wouldn't have really blamed him if he had given way to his natural desires.

But Stan was still standing where he had been when Sandy had left just minutes before. He was staring down at Nadine, though-and his cock was still straining against his pants. Sandy briefly wondered just how big his penis was; and she felt a surge of excitement as she thought about the wonderful truth that she was going to have the big cock to enjoy before much more time had passed.

Nadine was still on her back, the fingers of one hand stimulating an elongated nipple, her other hand between her widespread legs, a finger slowly moving in and almost out of her clinging pussy. Her eyes were wide open and gleaming and there was a smile on her pretty, passion-contorted features.

"Stan's a very foolish and stubborn young man, Sandy. Maybe you can talk some sense into him. If you're determined to leave, why not make the scene with me one more time? You owe me that much, at least and just think how wonderful it would be for the three of us to suck and fuck whenever we were in the mood. Stan could live with us, I mean and I'll get him a job with the escort service. How would you like that, lover? You could fuck us for free and make big money fucking other hot-ass females!"

Stan looked at Sandy, his handsome face flushed. "I have the willpower to leave if you do, Sandy. I'll leave the decision up to you."

Sandy didn't hesitate. She still had the suitcase in one hand. She hurried to the door, opened it and went out. Stan was right behind her, closing the door with one hand, taking the suitcase from Sandy with his other hand.

Glancing down at the big bulge in his pants, she said, "If you want me to wait in the car for a few minutes I will."

"Don't tempt me, Sandy! And don't give me credit for strength I might not have!"

"I think you have enough strength for both of us," she said softly.

Stan didn't say anything and they hurried to his car. Sandy's panty-crotch was damp and she hoped that it wasn't far to the motel room.