Chapter 5

TIGER SCREW THE BOYS, AND MARGEEN SCREWS TIGER

I thought it over very thoroughly and I promised myself never to let my feelings get tied up again like I did with Jim. I knew in order to remain totally detached, my best bet was married men. I knew by now married men loved to fuck strictly on the side so as not to have any threat to their homelife.

And I was ready to take on older men anyway. Oh, Jim fucked like a man. But he was the only one. To coin a phrase of my own, "the others screwed around at fucking."

All males thought they were dynamite. And I guess in a way they were right. The second you lit their fuse, they exploded. But the majority were real fizzles at fucking. Oh, I liked nothing better than to get screwed. But of the guys I'd tried now and then, I still hadn't kept anyone on a permanent basis but my original three ... and Jim until I lost him.

I didn't know just where to find the right men. I had never come in contact with many adults other than teachers and a few raunchy, pot bellied neighbors. And I had no intentions of lowering my standards to taking on just any old bag of balls that wiggled at me.

I wasn't old enough to go to bars. And I wasn't stupid enough to try it. So far Mom hadn't the slightest inkling of my fruitful life. And at all costs (such as giving up Jim because Norma might fink on me) I had to keep Mom in the dark.

The following Monday came, and I still hadn't solved my dilemma of the missing cock. I was leaving my locker to go to Gil's house, when I turned and slammed, boobs on, right into the school janitor, Billie Williams.

Billie was a big hunk, six feet two, with wide shoulders like a baboon, and black wavy hair. All of the girls wiggled their asses double time when Billie was in eyeball distance. And they had plenty to say about him during P.E. classes. Such as: "Billie got into trouble today because he had his top coverall button unfastened and didn't have an undershirt on."

"How do you know?"

"Because I got sent to Mr. Bangles' office because my pants showed under my mini skirt. (Mr. Bangles was our good looking silver -haired principal.) "And Mr. Bangles had Billie in there chewing him out."

"Why naughty girl, what a thing to say. Billie's one big stuff. But he isn't Mr. Bangles' type, I am," another girl would tease. And so the banter would go about sexy Billie.

I hadn't paid much attention to Billie myself. Up to now I'd been happy enough cockwise. And I had been busy. I always had a lot on my mind at school. I had to keep my grades up to keep Mom's mouth off me on that score. And I had work to do at home. I had screw jobs to keep straight ... who on what night. I had my money to keep well hidden. And I had plans to make for the future.

But now that I had contemplated adding married men to my roster, bumping into Billie, and the immediate response I got from him, gave me an inspiration.

"Wow, you're some stacked chick to bump kid. Those knockers are like hard unripened cantaloupes. Thanks for making my day," Billie said, pretending to catch and support me. His huge hands spread around my ribs so far, his fingers managed to squeeze up under my armpits to cop a free feel.

"Billie is the perfect one," my mind exclaimed. "He's my new cock. He works here at school all alone on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I could fuck him right here!"

I knew Billie wasn't going to have ten dollars to spare every week like Jim. Consequently Billie alone wouldn't be enough money. But, I was getting bored. I wanted some life injected into my screw party. So, Billie wouldn't be enough cock either. I decided I would make a deal with Billie boy. I would convenience him. I would come to school Tuesday nights. I would give him the first half-hour all alone ... if he would line me up and safely sneak three more dicks of my choice in to me.

The same three guys each week of course. I had to be careful. Besides, I was particular. I figured it would take four cocks to replace Jim's expertise. And why take a cut in money, when I could double my Tuesday night's bread instead.

In a playful but meaningful way I said out loud to Billie. "Take your paws off me Billie the Kid. I don't give freebees of any kind what-so-ever."

"You got me there pussy-cat. What's freebees?"

I looked him in the eye, and licking my lips, leaving my tongue posed in the corner of my mouth momentarily, I told him. "It means you don't get a free feel ... or a free piece of ass from me. "I read all about it in a very knowledgeable paper back book written by a rich, notorious New York Madam ... of a whorehouse ... Billie," I caressed his name.

Leaning sideways on his broom Billie said. "Hey, you tell it like it is don't you chick." His cock was getting hard. I could see it pushing against his tight coveralls.

"Tiger is my name," I said. "And fucking is my game."

"Yea. I know. I keep my eye on you Tiger. You've got a tricky little bottom too. I love to watch it wiggle. Tiny as hell, and shaped to perfection. Yep. You do have a well formed ass. It sure enough makes a guy's cock spew."

"Is that so?" I said. I shelved this info for future contemplation and evaluation. (I'd never purposely wiggled my butt when I walked. But maybe it would be a good idea to add a little too and fro.)

Billie leaned closer, and speaking barely above a whisper he said. "What I really like is those big tits you carry around like two big headlights mounted on that pert little chassie."

"You work on Tuesday nights, don't you?" I asked. (After all, one of my rules is, don't play ring-around-the-rosy ... but get with it!)

"Yea. Whatcha got in mind?"

"I'll meet you here at seven sharp Tuesday nights, in whatever area of the building you say is safest. I'll give you a half an hour ... maybe forty-five minutes. That is if you're good enough dicking."

"Just what do I have to do?" he interrupted, sort of dipping to his knees, and pulling at his coveralls to make room for his hard-on.

"You have to give me five bucks, before I deliver. And...."

"I know there would be a catch."

"Wait'll I finish Billie," I said, smiling and licking my lips again. "And, after I take care of you first ... you sneak three other guys in to me."

"Geez! That would take all night girl! I only work until ten o'clock."

"I'll handle all three together Billie. Don't worry. We will leave at ten sharp. I have to be home from my baby sitting job by 10:15."

"Wow. Some babies you sit."

"Ummm. Yum. Are they," I admitted. "The sweetest baby in the world is a great big hard prick with a helmet all purple with wanting pussy, Billie boy."

"You got yourself a deal. Bring on your pets. Have them come to the rear hall door at seven on the nose."

"I don't have the three studs yet Billie. I want you to bring me three try-outs. But they gotta be real special. I don't want any limp duds."

"I think I can set you up. I'll have your cocks here, already jerking off at seven P.M. sharp. But you got your stipulations. I've got mine. I don't want loners. I want to be in on your little orgy. Okay Tiger-ass?"

"So long as I'm the one who collects the mula," I told him. And I walked away and left him standing there to handle his frustrated cock.

Because for the moment, his stiff dick was his problem. I had problems of my own. For instance. What would the guys be like Billie would bring me?

I soon learned I was very much mistaken in thinking my unknown customers was my biggest problem. I went by Gil's, and we had a quick but satisfying romp out in the garage. Gil had a style all his own. He didn't vary much in his fucking. If he was my only piece of ass, it would be boring as hell. But he wasn't. And it was kind of a treat to know the instant you laid down, Gil would jump on, and ram his long dick halfway up to your navel and immediately start pounding, ramming his rod all the way home with every rock, so fast you would swear he was run by electricity. Yes, that Gil took off like a bat out of hell the second he buried his bone. With him, I was always ready to come instantly.

And it was quick easy money, so why complain. I had a soft spot for Gil in my heart as well as in my pussy.

After Gil caught his breath, he got up and slipped back into his levis and asked me if I wanted a Pepsi, my favorite drink. I said no, that I had spent some extra time at my locker with Billie the janitor, and consequently, was now running late with dinner. Mom was at a charity bazaar and I was supposed to fix pork chops and salad before she got home.

Time has sure been flying, I thought, as I walked home from Gil's. I would soon be sixteen. Daddy had been gone a long time. Poor Daddy. It seemed he had been gone forever. Mom and Margeen didn't even miss him. They were glad to have his insurance money in lieu of his presence. And they both frequently said so.

Once Daddy was put away, Mom never went near his grave and she said she never would. She wouldn't have held a formal funeral for him if she hadn't wanted to put on a front. (None of our neighbors knew she'd kicked him out). And of course to collect on his large policy it looked much better for her to give a show. But the day she came in from the grave-site and put Daddy's photo on the mantle to taunt me, she turned to me and said: "I bought only a wooden box, in hopes that the worms would get to him sooner than ordinary."

Mom always delighted in telling Margeen over and over about catching me and Daddy locked together with his wonderful live nature key. Naturally Margeen was tickled to have Mom back up what she'd already accused me of dozens of times. Yesterday when Mom had remarked, as usual about the casket, Margeen chirped: "Don't worry Mama, he was such a raunchy bugger, the little wormies have surely already devoured him."

I ran into the bathroom and barfed up my guts. I hated them both with a passion. Especially when I recalled this scene.

Now, squeezing back the tears, I put this reminiscing from my mind. I decided I would have Tom and Benny stop at Carter's Florist on our way to Northwest Bend, our new Screw Headquarters. I would buy some flowers for Daddy's grave.

I had to be extremely careful that I never have money in my purse that Mom shouldn't know about. When I first started "babysitting" I had told her I got ten dollars weekly, and that I was paid once a week. I had to give her eight dollars out of each ten to go toward my expenses at home. If she would catch me with a five or ten dollar bill at the wrong time, there would be the devil to pay.

So, in order never to slip up, I made a never ending habit of hiding my money instantly. Today I would hide Gil's fiver away, and take out three ones to buy Daddy's flowers with.

I went to the bathroom when I first came in the house. I listened. No one was around. Then I walked quietly through the house to double check. Yes, I told myself, Margeen and Mom were still gone. Which wasn't unusual. They never came home until I had dinner ready.

Margeen didn't have any chores to do, except for ironing her own clothes. (And doing that for her secretly was one of the things I usually did as payment for her to keep her trap shut about my extra wardrobe which I wore away from home.)

Keeping house, and cooking and doing dishes was my punishment for being the death of my father ... so Mom said. What the heck. It didn't bug me that much. In fact, I refused to let it bother me at all. I wouldn't be here much longer, and then she could choke on her own dust for all I cared.

I quickly went up the back stairs to the attic which Mom was deathly afraid of and had never entered. I opened the door, pulled the chain to turn on the bare light hanging close to the entrance. I almost jumped out of my skin! There sat Margeen on top of the old suitcase in which I had all of my money hidden! She was sitting up very straight, her arms crossed nonchalantly, her whitish blonde hair shinning brightly against the dirty wall behind her.

When my mouth flew open in surprise, she laughed. In fact, what she did was cackle and shriek for joy ... like a twelfth century witch.

"You forgot your black hat and broom, "I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as she looked. But I knew it was useless to pretend. That little bitch wasn't sitting on my money bag to hatch eggs. I was ready to have a fit!

"I had my broom with me yesterday sister dear. While you were out riding dear Tommy's new cycle with him. And did I sweep you clean big sister. I gave all of your contaminated money to Mama."

"You can't do that," I screamed, lunging to pull the hair out of her head. It's my money. I have to have it. It's mine!"

"No. Now it's Mom's. She promised to spend half on me ... as a reward of course. I get a new wardrobe for summer ... new bikini and all. School is out next week you know, and I am going to Feather River Resort with Janet and her mother."

"What did you tell Mom, you thief?" I asked, stopping short in front of her. I'd snatch her bald later, so help me. Her snatch, and her head too, the bitch. Now I had to get my money back. Over nine months wages gone!"

"I told Mom I found the money secured in a rubber band in a plain old grocery bag in the alley behind Dave's Market. I assured her there was no wallet or anything which anyone could claim. I said I felt it was my duty as a daughter to give my mother the money," she taunted gleefully.

"You maggot rotten cunt!" I screamed at her. "You did it because you knew she would cut your head off if you turned up with a bunch of new clothes and she didn't get her cut."

"Right. This way I get her blessing and most of the money too. Mama likes to dress me nice. To make up for the way dead Daddy mistreated me."

"You'll pay for this!" I cried. I couldn't hold back the tears. I knew I had lost. What could I do?

Go to Mom and insist the money was mine. And then prove it by telling her it was Pay for Pussy? I had exactly six hundred and seventy dollars in that suitcase! It was a fortune. And more so, it was my assurance I would get out of this hell hole.

"Now sister, I don't think I will pay at all," she mocked. "What do you propose to do? Tell on me? Let me see ... what could you say? I know. How is this? 'Mom, Margeen gave you the money I earned as a whore by going to bed with every cock in town.' "

"I hate you, you brittle piece of female flesh. You're just like Mom. Tell me. How can you possibly soil yourself by spending such dirty money for clothes to cover your own pure virgin ass?" I mocked.

"Easy," she grinned, crossing her feet and arms again, like a goddam queen sitting on her throne. Ridiculous maybe, the throne was a bent suitcase. The dirty bare floor was covered with dust and cobwebs hanging from the two by fours she leaned against. But Margeen looked like a queen, with her white blonde hair spilling like spun gold down over her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkling with witchy pleasure.

Margeen was easily the most beautiful girl in town, counting all the girls in high school. But for all her good looks and expensive clothes, she didn't have a boy friend. And the only girl friend she had was Janet, who was another spoiled brat like Margeen. They had to put up with each other. No one could stand either one of them.

I'd had enough experience with Mom and Margeen both to know that any revenge on my part would be a waste of time, because they would stick together and counter-attack. Oh sure, I could beat the living crap out of her. And how I longed to! But Mom would have me locked up.

I absolutely would not let her get away with this. Not in a million years. I knew I had to calm down and think. The money was gone. That I realized now. But one way or the other, I would get it back out of her. So help me I would!

"You're very clever, I'll admit that," I told her. I had to pretend to be licked. "But let me ask you one thing. How did you know about the money?"

Margeen smiled like the cat who'd caught spring's first robin. "I've been following you for weeks. I knew you didn't baby sit. You baby sit! That's the joke of the year. Mom might believe you don't go out with boys. But I've always known better, I followed you and watched every Tom, Dick and Harry in this community pick you up around the corner. I didn't know about the money. I didn't figure that out at first. Then, when I saw you pay Mom, it occurred to me if you didn't really take care of kids, you were collecting steady bread from some other fruitful source. And it had to be from studs. Fuck's all you do."

"How did you find my hiding place?"

"Simple. Friday night when you came home you peaked in Mom's room, and she was gone. You looked in my room and I wasn't in my bed. The lights were out all over the house, so you thought I was gone. I was hiding in the bathroom, and I followed you up here. Then I had to wait until Sunday, when you and Mom were both out at once, so I could come up here and recover your nice treasure."

"You told me at dinner you were spending the night with Janet."

"Yes. I know I did," she giggled.

"You bitch. You won't ever trick me again."

"You paid whore," she answered coolly. "I'll tell you what I will do Tiger. I can't go to Mom with more easily found loot. And it's no skin off my nose if she learns of your lucrative occupation. But we can both come out okay if you co-operate. I will promise to keep your secret for ten percent."

"Drop dead," I yelled. I was so mad I could feel the blood pounding in my temples. "Go fuck up your own bread." I turned and left my beautiful sister sitting on her throne.

I was so late with dinner, Mom threw a tizzy. When it was time for me to leave I didn't have the dishes washed. She said I couldn't go. "Don't get it in that empty head of yours you can sluff off after school and start neglecting your responsibilities around here. You can just phone the ... what's their name...."

"Waggener," I supplied quickly.

"Call the Waggeners and tell them you can't sit tonight."

I went to the phone and dialed Benny. "Hello, Mrs. Waggener," I said.

"What's wrong Tiger?" he asked. We had already planned this code long age.

"I'm very sorry. Something has come up at home and my Mom says I can't work tonight."

"Your Mom is a bitch."

"Yes. I know Mrs. Waggener. I agree with you. I won't be late tomorrow," I promised.

Margeen sat at the table smirking like a damned tomcat who'd just humped an entire block of fresh pussy holes. I had such a strong urge to smash her one in the head with the pork chop skillet, I carefully refrained from picking it up until she had left the room.

I finished my work and went dejectedly into the den. Instead of turning Daddy's picture away, I got it down and sat in his big leather chair and stared into his eyes for a long time. I thought of how much I had loved him, and how safe he always made me feel. Now there wasn't anyone to take my part but me; myself. Oh sure Tom, Gil, or Benny would stand up for me in a circumstance where they could ... like beat up a purse snatcher or whatever. But they couldn't help me get even with Margeen and Mom.

I hadn't merely lost my savings. I'd lost another ten bucks tonight from Tom and Benny. Plus the fact I hadn't been collecting the ten a week I'd gotten from Jim. I had been almost a year closer in time to when I could escape this rat hole. And yet, now I was further from my goal than I had been since the day Daddy died and I first collected from Tom and Gil.

I wiped back the tears which suddenly filled my eyes, and sighed. I felt very lonely. I would sit here and hug Daddy's picture until I thought of a new plan. Because I was definitely going to make more money. Lots more. And I had to fix Margeen for what she did. And getting revenge wasn't all I had to do. I also must thoroughly convince her not to fink on me the first time she took a notion. And! Most of all. Once and for all, I had to teach her to keep her greedy paws off my bread!!