Tootsie's wasn't open yet; too early in the morning. Sue Belle Jamison turned slowly and strolled on down Broadway, past the Pink Pussy Massage Parlor, almost colliding with a balding, middle-ager who hurried out the doorway looking guilty. Sue Belle stared at him briefly, wondering if she should follow him and see if he would spring for a room, but he was gone and away before she made up her mind. Finally, with some resignation, she turned and jaywalked across the street to Deeman's.
Too early for the tourists, even, but they would be here. In their walking shorts and brightly colored sport shirts, carrying their camera cases around their necks, the cameras resting on their pot bellies; the men would be sounding off to their equally tourist wives, gawking at the souvenir shops, the record stores and the Alamo-home of fine Western-type clothing.
Sue Belle glanced at the clock over the Easy Loan Pawn Shop doorway. Ten and already Nashville was sweltering in a midsummer heat wave. She pulled a dirty handkerchief from her battered leather purse and dabbed at the sweat rolling down the side of her tanned face. As soon as she wiped it clear another bead swelled up and rolled downward, shining and glistening in the sun.
It was cooler than this in Atlanta. Maybe she should have stayed there a while longer, at least until fall; and the waitress job was a fairly decent one, but what the hell. If she was going to make it big in Nashville she had to get her feet wet.
A fat, dirty-looking delivery man walked out of Deeman's, wiping the foam from his full lips. He belched, nodded to Sue Belle and hurried on up to his delivery truck parked in front of old Ernest Tubbs's Record Shop. Sue Belle watched him until he started the dingy truck and pulled slowly onto the half deserted street.
She was trying to make up her mind whether or not it was too early to make a pickup. She had to eat and eat soon or she just knew she would fall flat on her face. She had decided last night, after sitting all night in that twenty-four-hour cafe near the Greyhound Bus Station that she had to get somebody to shack with. After making all the rounds of the recording studios and booking agents she had tried the restaurants for anything from waitress to dishwasher, but there already were too many others in the same fix ahead of her.
So, she reached her decision. Even though she had grown up around the honky tonks and red necks in that small Georgia town where she had been half-raised, she was still a virgin. She had fought for it many times in the past six years, but she did still have it. When she realized that she wasn't going anyplace she had packed her belongings and thumbed to Atlanta. From there to Nashville, and…
Counting her change, even though she knew she had exactly seventy-three cents to her name, she decided to enter the bar. At fourteen, Sue Belle looked much older. There was a look of wisdom and understanding in her eyes that would have fit a woman twice her age. She had learned much of sex from her mother, a beer bar waitress who took customers into a back room and fucked them for a five-dollar bill. Even at eight she was wise in the way of men. One of her mother's "overnight" guests had sneaked to her bed after her mother had passed out. When he found out that Sue was just too small to enter, Sue had obliged him by playing with his cock until he shot his semen all over her tiny body. There had been many other occasions, too. Sue was wise enough even then, not to put up a fight, but always, she managed to keep them from penetrating her vagina. She had even sucked an overzealous guy's cock. But she had remained a virgin.
She had never been close to her mother, but the older woman had told Sue that her Daddy was a country music singer and that he was working out of Nashville. He had called himself Curly •Bill, but after checking for many months, Sue decided that he was either dead or had changed his name. She didn't have a picture of him, but her mother had described him enough. Usually when she did talk about him, she was so drunk that sometimes her faded past was more dreamlike than real, and Sue didn't know where or at what point fact gave way to fiction. She did know she had inherited her father's talent for singing, and she did know that she was in love with the image of the dream-man her mother had pictured for her so many times. It would be a man like her daddy who would get to pop her cherry. She had said this over and over to herself for the past few years, but now, broke, hungry, and without a bed, she knew she couldn't hold out. She would have to give in so she could continue to live.
She stepped inside Deeman's doorway. Standing for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dimness, Sue Belle was aware of the only other two customers inside. One was probably a cook, by the looks of his white pants and shirt, who was having a cold beer before going to work, but he could have been a painter, Sue realized. She couldn't decide which. She liked to look at people and imagine what they did or who they were. Back in Atlanta she could sit by the hour in a busy shopping center and study people. Maybe, too, down deep, she just hoped she might find her daddy.
She pushed the painter or cook, whatever, out of her mind and studied the other customer. He was a country music picker.
Even though she had been in Nashville only two weeks, she could already spot pickers. This one was young, older than she, but young, maybe twenty-two or three. He would be wearing, in addition to the black felt cowboy hat, faded jeans and an equally faded print, long-sleeve shirt. Sue Belle couldn't make it out in the dimness, but she knew she was right in her appraisal.
"What're you having?" The bartender, a tall dark-haired gambler-type with a thin mustache, stood waiting for Sue to order.
"Coke." She had wondered which had more food value, a coke or a milk. She couldn't stand milk and maybe the coke would give her more strength. At least she hoped so.
She eased her lithe young body up on the stool and counted out a quarter from the loose change. Before the bartender could reach for it, the picker called out from down the bar, "I got it, mac.”
Sue Belle raised the coke in a mock salute. The picker moved from his end of the bar and swaggered to the stool alongside Sue Belle's. "Mind if I join you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I sure to hell hate drinking alone, and who'd a thought such a pretty little ol' gal would pop in on me this early in the morning." His voice was deep backwood North Carolina or maybe Eastern Tennessee.
Sue Belle watched him.
"Man, honey, this beer sure do go down fine. I just got in early from a gig in Bowling Green, and I aim to get rip roaring drunk today. Watch out Nashville!" He grinned an infectious grin and Sue Belle felt it getting to her as she watched the picker's reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
Now she turned to him, "Do you pick?”
"Hell yes, honey. Doesn't everybody. I pick a mean guitar and once in a while Bonnie lets me sing one.”
"Bonnie?”
"Yeah, Bonnie Dale. I work with her group.”
"Bonnie Dale!" Sue Belle's heart skipped a beat. "I know most of her songs by heart. Oh!" She was suddenly so excited she thought she was going to fall from the stool. Righting herself, she continued. "She's so sweet and that voice of hers… oh my!”
"Hey, honey, don't you believe it. Bonnie Dale's the hardest woman or person for that matter that I've ever worked for. She's about as sweet as an old diamond-back rattler, and that's putting it mildly.”
"Why, why I simply couldn't believe that.”
"Believe what you want, honey, but it's the truth, so help me.”
Sue Belle shook her head, "I swear it's hard to believe. Why do you stay with her if she's so hard?”
"The pay is good, and as I said, she lets me sing one once in a while. Hell, I'll make a name for myself and go out on my own one of these days.”
"What's your name?" Sue Belle asked, still appearing to be dazed by what the picker had said.
"Oh, excuse the dickens outta me. I'm Bill. Most folks call me Billy. Billy Earle.”
"Why, my goodness," Sue Belle exclaimed, "I remember hearing you sing. Didn't you sing last month on the Grand Old Opry?”
"Yep, Bonnie let me do a solo.”
"Wasn't that nice of her.”
"Well, I reckon. But, the truth is she stole one of my songs and recorded it as her own, and she made a deal with me, when I found out, that if I let her have the song, she'd give me a solo on the Opry. Simple as that.”
They talked a while longer, then Billy suggested they go to his motel so he could clean up a bit before taking her out on the town. "Hell, honey; I've been drinking all night. Gotta refresh myself.”
Sue Belle rolled her eyes at him and replied, "Is that all you have in mind?”
"Well now, I could be coerced into something else, if you know what I mean.”
Sue Belle giggled. Why not? Why the hell not? She had to eat, didn't she? She had to have a place to sleep so what the shit, she admitted, she would pay for it with the only thing she had left to pay with, BUT, she wished Billy was older. As old as her father at least!
Out on the sidewalk, the heat that had welled from down Mississippi way smothered them. Billy pushed his black Stetson to the back of his head. "She-it! Ain't it a doozer out here." He motioned with his head, "Around the corner. My caddie's got air.”
Once inside the 1972 Cadillac, Billy turned the air to high before pulling away from the curb. When the temperature inside the car was comfortable, he squealed around the corner onto Broadway and headed west.
When they passed Eighth there was more traffic, but as drunk as he appeared, Billy guided the big car through the maze of slow-moving vehicles. "Damned tourists. Opryland oughta have a good business today.”
When they crossed the Interstate overpass, Billy wheeled the big caddie to the left, and then onto the ramp of the interstate. He drove to Murfreesboro Road, then turned off and pulled into the Southern Breeze Motel.
"What you looking for, Sue Belle?" Billy asked when they were inside the room.
"You mean in the future, or right now?”
"Both, I reckon," he said, pouring himself a water glass of whiskey from a bottle he had on the dresser. He downed half the glass in one larger swallow, then he sat it down and said, "I'm gonna take a shower. I feel like I been sleeping in a manure pile. And, I probably smell like it, too." He turned towards the shower, but said over his shoulder, "We'll talk some more later.”
"Can I take one, too?" The thought of a nice hot shower appealed to Sue Belle. She had never felt so dirty in her life.
"Hell yes. Come on in with me.”
"I'll wait," she said. Her voice had a nervous tone in it.
Billy merely shrugged and started undressing. "I wasn't gonna rape you in the shower anyway.”
Sue Belle leaned back in the softness of the chair and studied him. Billy was not tall, but he still towered over her a good foot. Although he did have a muscular frame, there was a certain amount of flab around his midsection. When he slipped out of his jockey shorts and stood with his back to her, Sue Belle caught a glimpse of his nude body in the mirror of the dresser. In the mass of pubic hair that covered his pelvic area, his male organ looked about as big as a thimble. She almost giggled. He'd certainly have a helluva time screwing her with that tiny thing. Heck, it wouldn't even pop her hymen, she decided. He'd probably have to use his finger first to clear the way.
He didn't even have enough to jack off with.
This thought really got to Sue Belle, and she had to work at it to suppress the laugh that wanted to well up from deep inside her. He sure couldn't hurt her none, though. And, if she did play her cards right, she'd have free room and board for a while.
When Billy walked on into the bathroom she had made up her mind that she wouldn't say a word about the size of his organ. She'd act as if it really pleased her. After all, he had promised to take her out on the town afterwards and she decided that would certainly include a meal. A meal! God, she was hungry.
When she heard the shower running, Sue Belle quickly stripped herself. She let the jeans and underclothes fall into a pile. With her bare feet she kicked them over into a corner. She certainly couldn't put those back on once she had showered. She walked to the closet and opened it. Finding a robe, she slipped it on, and then glanced at the other clothes; maybe she could get into a pair of his jeans.
Turning, she switched on the television to see if she could find a country music show, but it was too early, Disgusted, she flipped it off and turned a small radio on. She switched the dial until she got the station she wanted. By coincidence Bonnie Dale was singing her latest hit, "Dark Moon Love,” God! The thought just occurred to her. Maybe Billy would introduce her to Bonnie. Wouldn't that be something! And, what if Bonnie asked her to sing. Wow!
Even though the shower was still running, Billy strode out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following. He had a huge bath towel wrapped around him. "The water's the right temperature. Go on in. It'll make a new woman outta you.”
"I want to hear the rest of 'Dark Moon Love'.”
"Hell, honey, that's the one I was telling you about-the one I wrote.”
"You didn't tell me it was that song you traded.”
"What was the use?”
"Was it worth it? You could've made a fortune. I bet she's raking it in.”
"A fortune, my ass. Who the hell am I? It's Bonnie Dale who's selling that song, not me. I gotta have more exposure. She-it! If I'd found anyone nutty enough to record me on that one it wouldn't sold enough to pay for the label. Man! You gotta realize that country music is like any other field. It's what's behind a song that counts. Now, once I get me some more exposure, then I'll take a stab. But, till then, I'm just satisfied with letting old Bonnie Iron Ass make the killing. At least I know my writing is good enough as long as she lets me do the solo now and then on her show." He stopped talking, looking at her as if trying to make her understand. "I'll make it big! Christ yes! But when the time is right. And it just ain't right yet,”
Sue Belle shook her head and walked into the bathroom. Over her shoulder she called out, "You're downright crazy, you know.”
The water almost made her forget her hunger. She stayed under it for as long as she dared, then, toweling herself briskly, she decided to walk right on into the room nude. If he intended to get his cookies off then she might as well get it over with. "Goodbye, cherry," she whispered softly as she strode into the room.
Billy sat at the desk looking at something out the window. He didn't pay any attention to her as she walked on across the room and lay down on the bed. Sue Belle stretched out and spread her thin legs. Billy turned finally and let out a long, low whistle. "I ain't seen nothing like you in a long, long time, gal. You're about as small as my kid sister, but yet you're pure woman and that's a fact." He stood. She realized for the first time that he had slipped into a clean pair of jockey shorts. Bending down over her, he kissed her firm breast.
"Oh, my," Sue Belle said.
In reply, Billy lightly bit at her tit. She shuddered. It did feel good. Damned if it didn't. Maybe she had been missing something all along, but down deep she knew she'd have felt more secure if it had been an older man kissing her bear nipple. She needed to be taken care of, and she was afraid that maybe all Billy wanted was a tumble in the hay before he threw her out on her ass.
Billy licked his lips, and put his wet and pliant mouth down over her tit, rapidly flicking at her boob with his tongue.
Sue whimpered, like a tiny puppy.
Billy was alternating between her tits. He licked one and then the other. He extended his tongue and licked the fleshy mounds of her breasts, the space between her tits, and then on around her slim neck and into the hollows of her shoulders. As his warm, wet lips began a gentle nibbling along her flesh, goose bumps raced over her, rising up and receding as he passed, only to rise up again in a new location.
She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation and then dropped her hands to her sides as if she had surrendered completely-totally. And she had! "Ohhhhh," she sighed.
She heard him groan in return as she raised a hand and pressed it against his bare shoulder.
"I'm going to suck you until you can't walk straight, little honey," he gasped hoarsely between panting breaths. "Shit, you've got one incredible body.”
Sue Belle smiled to herself through the sensations of desire building deep in her belly. "Yes, yesssss," she hissed, "I want you to. Suck me good, please. It really feels so nice.”
Billy's hot moist mouth fastened tightly to an excitedly erected nipple and began a gentle soft sucking pressure against it.
His calloused hands coursed lightly at the same time over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs. His mouth played for a long moment around the throbbing firm tits, moving from one to the other, his hot tongue trailing wetly, teasingly, down through the narrow fleshy valley between them as he alternated his attention to each.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Sue coaxed.
And then, his mouth slid down over her now hotly quivering belly, his shoulder sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing small moans and gasps of pleasure from her open mouth.
"Oh, Billy. It feels so good.”
"I like it, oh, I like it so," Sue Belle murmured at the wonderful feeling moving into her stomach.
He moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nibbling teeth. She felt her thighs being pressed gently open, and she made no resistance as he haunched down between them.
She sucked in her breath with a gasp as she felt his fingers spreading the soft hair-covered lips of her virgin cunt, and the lightness of the air touched her there, causing additional waves of pleasure.
His tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb into a shocked, eagerly quivering hardness.
"So good, sooooooo gooood," she cooed.
He lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then suddenly, dropping his tongue from her clitoris, he thrust it as far as he could into the pink, moist flesh of her open pussy mouth.
"God!" Sue Belle jerked spasmodically from the sudden wet searing contact and, reaching down, she tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled his face roughly into her aching, hot loins.
His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the tip flicking teasingly against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy lips like the warning tongue of a vicious snake about to strike.
He made snorting sounds as he buried his face.
"Mmmmxnm," a deep-throated sigh of pure pleasure escaped from deep in her constricting throat. "It's good, darling. Do it more, Billy. Lick it more!" She cried loudly, in wonderment at the feelings that were speeding through her unused, but lusting body. Never once had she imagined it would feel this good.
She chanted the words now without thought, her tits heaving against her chest. Her long legs splayed out wide, and she jackknifed her knees up hard against her swaying tits to open her cunt wide, as wide as she could, to offer the man the entire fleshy pink expanse of it.
Billy spread the smooth upturned crevice of her buttocks wide apart with the palms of his hands, stretching them cruelly as he heard her begging for more and dropping his tongue to the small, tightly puckered anus, thrust the tip of his tongue enter just a little. She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased it wetly against the sensitive tightness of her rectal lips.
"Oh, Billy, Billy. It's so fucking good! So fucking good!”
He moistened the tip of his middle finger in her cunt crevice and pressed it against the tight little hole, his mouth returning to her clitoris, and as he nibbled against it he thrust forward with his finger, sinking it to the knuckle in her asshole. A groan burst from her lips and then he sank the upraised digit a knuckle further.
She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back tight over her teeth and her tits quivering sensuously on her chest. After an eternity, she began to breathe again. Billy began to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his finger around and around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until the pain in her rear passage merged with the powerful pleasure-pain coursing through her pussy, and she began thrusting her white rounded buttocks back up on his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm with the lashing of his tongue.
"Oh, Billy,” she moaned.
He mumbled something, but Sue was unable to make out what he was saying. She just continued to moan loudly, squirm violently, as both his tongue and finger invaded her.
He slid his free hand up under her upraised buttocks and pressed them right up against his face, locking her to him in a lascivious wet connection of tongue and pussy. The soft, curly hair grazed tantalizingly against his cheeks.
A strange masochistic wildness had somehow taken control of her lithe body as she lay impaled between his tongue and finger, and she ground her ass in wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening probings of her steaming loins.
Nothing mattered now but the agony of the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. She had even forgotten the hunger pains that had gnawed at the pit of her stomach for so long. There was nothing else in the world but the feeling she was experiencing, and she writhed and twisted beneath his impalement, gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came into her tortured and anguished mind. It was as if there were no other feelings or sensation outside those this man was giving her.
"Yes, Billy. Suck me! Lick my pussy! Earn your fingers harder into me! Oh harder! Yes I Harder! It's so good, so good!”
Billy Earle worked like an avenging devil below, hearing her cries as she approached a quick climax. She was really something. Scratch the surface and, wow, a screaming she-goddess of passion. She was a hot enough little bitch, all right, he decided, through the blind ecstasy of bringing a tender young sexpot like this to orgasm, playing her like he'd play his own guitar.
He flicked his tongue faster and ground his finger with greater severity in and out of her ever expanding hot hole of an ass.
Her body worked beneath him, her thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head. He could feel their warm resilience press tightly against his ears as she would jerk involuntarily from an extra-deep flick of his tongue in her steaming cunt.
"Oh, God, Billy. Lordy, it's so good. I'd never have thought it could be so wonderful.”
He mumbled something else in agreement, but again, Sue could not understand his words.
Billy felt her belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing out of control from side to side on the mattress, her long hair, undone now from the shower, tossing about the bed like a whip. He thrust his tongue deeper. Her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, holding him, tightening and softening in a lewd rhythm to the thrusting of his punishing tongue.
He knew she was on the brink of orgasm again. Not quite there, but hanging on the very edge of it. Her fully developed tits heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers twisted crazily in his hair.
Her head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face contorted, and a. low guttural scream rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp that reminded him of a piteously dying young doe who was enjoying dying.
"Ahhhhhhh!”
Sue Belle felt as though she were losing her in-sides as the fluid of her orgasm started deep in her belly and caused an overabundance of love juice to gush out with a roar around Billy's still thrashing tongue and onto his face.
She could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her buttocks, around the finger still worming hotly around in her anus, and down to the covers below.
She gave one last great gasp and collapsed down onto the mattress, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of his body.
She could not move, the world and everything around her was a big glowing ember, the charred fragment of the nerve-shattering explosion that had been her orgasm.
Lying absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a rag doll's, on either side, Sue was speechless for the first time since the lovemaking had started. Billy Earle lay still also, with his head pillowed in the wet softness of the sparsely curling pubic hair between her legs.
They panted out their exhaustion together for a long moment, and Billy crawled closer to her and pressed his open mouth over hers.
Sue could feel and taste the wetness and intensity of her orgasm on his cheeks and lips and thrust her tongue deep in his mouth in a wordless gesture of thanks for the incredible gift he had just given her.
She felt completely exhausted, washed out now. Her passion subsiding, the hunger pains returned to gnaw at her insides.
"Billy," she managed to say, when he took his lips from hers, "Do you think we could get something to eat?”
"Yeah,” he said, "I suppose so. Are you hungry?”
"Oh, Billy, I'm so hungry I can't even think about anything else.”
"Little gal, we better feed you-there's lots more I want you to think about before this day is over.”
And feed her he did. Sue Belle, dressed in a pair of Billy's jeans and a shirt that hung down hiding the overlapping jeans, didn't care whether or not people looked at her. She ate with relish, thanking her lucky stars she had found Billy Earle.