"Come in," Debbi said softly, curiosity to see her visitor overcoming her initial fear of what she might find. A man of about fifty, with full gray hair, walked into the hotel room. He at once removed his overcoat and put it on a chair. He seemed so strangely at ease that, for a long moment, Debbi wondered if what she perceived was really happening.
"You look lovely, my dear," the man commented at length, finally looking fully at Debbi. She was under the bedsheets and still modestly dad in her pink gown. Debbi was confused. This wasn't what she had expected.
"Would you like something?" Debbi asked, feeling it was a stupid question. But she had to say something to break the deafening silence.
"No," he answered in a dignified voice, apparently slightly amused at her comment. Debbi looked at him closely, trying to decide what profession he was in. She at first thought he might be a police inspector, like the ones seen on television. But then she settled on banker.
"Why don't you undress?" the man suggested, taking his time getting out of his clothing. Debbi thought he would want to strip off the gown himself. But she was now a pro. She would do whatever a man wanted her to do. And it was
wildly exciting to her young mind to have a man pay money to fuck her.
"Certainly. I hope you like the gown. And what's underneath," Debbi commented, with a seductiveness that came solely from feminine instinct. She held his attention by slowly undressing, finally letting the garment slip down to her feet. She gently flexed her calves as she stepped out of it.
"Both are lovely. But you are marvelous. Walk for me," the man urged, now naked, but with only a partial erection. He unashamedly flogged the semihard cock with his hand while Debbi paraded her nudity in front of him. It seemed all right to her that the guy needed a warm up. She watched his cock harden and felt the moisture at her groin. She wanted him to fuck her.
"Now grab your breast. Stroke it… love it," the man said, and again Debbi carried out his command. The man frigged harder, and Debbi was determined to give him his money's worth.
"Tell me what you're doing," the man begged, gasping for breath as excitement seized him. His flabby middle was shaking in time to his fist beating his meat.
"What do you mean?" Debbi asked. It seemed strange.
"Say, 'I'm playing with my tits.' Say it," the man urged. Debbi did so, feeling strange and somewhat ridiculous in the process.
"Rub your cunt. Stroke it like you're getting fucked. Lie down and do it. Tell me what you're doing. Make yourself come," the man ordered breathlessly. Debbi looked hard at him to see if he was joking. She felt confused and extremely uneasy. Apparently, this distinguished-looking man wanted her to lie on the floor and play with
herself. And she would also have to give him a blow-by-blow description, using all the nasty words. Then he'd probably get turned on and mount her for a quick fuck. It seemed weird to the girl, but the man was paying.
"I'm rubbing a finger in… ooohh… it feels so slippery in there. Yes… the lips of my cunt are opening…oohh…the liquid is like fire," Debbi began, clawing away at her cunt. It took all of her self-control to keep from laughing.
"Oh, how does it feel?" the man asked, obviously close to his own release. At full erection, his dick seemed smaller than what she had been accustomed to seeing.
"I'm so fucking hot. I have to come. I'm burning up inside. The hot… ooohhh… thick flack fluid is boiling up inside of me. I have to explode," Debbi said, diddling her finger in a frantic motion over her cit and inner pussy lips. She was close to coming.
"Oh, do it then! I'm gonna blow my nuts!" the man wailed, standing over Debbi's outstretched form and frigging his cock at a frantic rate.
"Oh, I'm coming!" Debbi howled as a light climax washed over her. The excitement of watching her go into the throes of orgasm set off the man. His sperm jets seemed to have a lot of force as they jumped several feet out from his body. Several spurts of the hot jism landed on her tits, but most of it just seemed to dribble out, landing on her pubic hair and thighs.
Debbi looked up in disbelief as the man quickly dressed. He glanced at her and frowned in embarrassment as he studied her naked body, still bearing the traces of his discharge. Then he was gone.
It was the craziest thing the girl had ever
imagined could happen. She never would have believed that a man would pay to do what that man had just done. And he had probably paid several hundred dollars to do it.
Debbi quickly forgot about the man as she sponged off her body. If she took another bath she'd start to look like a withered prune. And that would lower her value in the flesh market. The phone rang just as she put on her nightgown. It was Willie.
"Hey, you do all right with that kook?" Willie's voice laughed over the phone. He was high on something.
"Yeah, sure. But is that all he wants?" Debbi asked, never figuring the business could be so easy.
"Him? Yeah. But some of the guys will give you a workout that'll leave you walking bowlegged for a week."
"Great," Debbi commented, not relishing the prospect. She was surprised at how she felt overdressed in the flimsy nightgown. Her whole perception of reality and what was normal was being radically altered.
"I've got one more for tonight. He'll be up in an hour," Willie said, terminating the conversation. Debbi wanted to have some more communication with him, but it would be foolish to talk with a dead line. Debbi's experience with her first customer had left her feeling too cold and impersonal.
In many ways the incident was like the terrible filming she went through while she was still staying with Cindy. Debbi thought about that film and who would be seeing it. The film would probably play the rundown X-rated movie houses on the porno circuit. Some guy might get excited looking at her, but it would just be a reaction to the action
"Eat what?" Debbi demanded to know, feeling the man trapped in his own urgent sexual need.
"I want to eat your cunt, your lovely cunt!" the man cried out in desperation, flinging himself wildly at her. His mouth groveled in the well of her pussy as Debbi laughed at his frantic need. She relaxed on the bed, letting the man work himself into a frenzy. Sex was power. Absolute power over another human being. And Debbi was reveling in
her power of the moment.
"That's a good little boy," Debbi cooed, spreading out wider so the man could do a proper job on her. The man didn't seem to know what he was doing. It was obvious to Debbi that the man's wife didn't allow him to perform oral sex on her. And that meant he probably had seldom received head from her.
"For an extra fifty bucks I'll let you pin all over me, if you like. Then I'll take your fat cock in my mouth and love it up with my tongue and lips until you shoot a thick wad of come into my mouth," Debbi said, toying with the man's hair as he continued to go ape shit between her legs. The man was sweating profusely and his nerves were almost completely out of control. Finally she came up for air. Debbi took this opportunity to move up on the bed.
"I already paid two hundred," the man protested weakly, after he'd finally gotten his breath. But Debbi could see the weakness in his eyes and the need he had for something she could do for him.
"How many times has your wife allowed you to pee on her, and then suck you off and swallow down all of your come?" Debbi asked, knowing fully the strength of her present position. The man shuddered even at the mention of the exciting
upcoming events. He shook as he took the money out of his wallet and laid it on her stomach. It was amazing how easy it was. So easy that Debbi let out a soft laugh.
"Now, please," the man begged, and Debbi got off the bed. He tried to bury his face in her tits, but she nudged him away. Then she grabbed him by his solid erection and led him into the bathroom.
"Now do it," Debbi commanded, taking a seat on the bowl and spreading her legs. Debbi had
already learned that a man with a full erection cannot urinate. Apparently, the man was not aware of that phenomenon of nature, for he stood helplessly, trying to do something. It was the opportunity to realize an erotic fantasy of a lifetime. Debbi suddenly grew disgusted at the weakness of the man and his need to do something filthy to her. She'd teach him a lesson.
"Now you'll make it," Debbi promised, bending her head down to the man's middle and easily capturing his hard-on in her mouth. Her fingers cruelly scratched his buttocks, so there would be a visible sign to his wife that he had been with another woman. After several rapid movements of her mouth on his shaft, the man groaned and vigorously fired out a full load of sperm.
"Ummmm," Debbi murmured as he filled her mouth with his hot come. She had wanted to make a display of spitting out the man's fluid, but it so filled her mouth, and felt so wirm and delicious, that she eagerly swallowed it as fast as his balls could make it. Some of the come ran down out of
the corner of her mouth and dropped down onto her body.
"Sweet fucking Jesus," was all the man could say. But Debbi wasn't finished. She began a quick
chafing with bared teeth over the still spurting cock. This not-so-gentle raking would leave his cock bruised, and it would be obvious to even the most naive observer that someone had been doing something to that cock. But Debbi then realized that the man's wife would probably on¶y permit lovemaking in the dark, and hence, would -have no reason or desire to look at her husband's erect cock.
"Easy, for cristsakes! Don't bite it off!" the man finally protested as pleasure turned to pain. He quickly pulled it roughly from her tight oral grip, causing still additional pain. He looked at his bruised cock and wanted to get even with her treatment of him by pissing on her. But he didn't have the guts. The man looked like he felt guilty and abused. He dressed as quickly as possible. Debbi laughed out loud as he slammed the door behind him. He wouldn't be back.
If Willie got a complaint from the man, Debbi knew he'd be angry. But Debbi didn't care about the weak and frightened little man, or his feelings. Or the even stranger guy before him. She had felt power over both of them – And that was all she ever really wanted from any man.
The next several weeks saw a regular pattern develop in Debbi's life. She turned three tricks a night, slept all morning, and spent the afternoons shopping. Most of the clients did not like the hold women had over them, and some actually hated to admit they needed to have a woman's body. But they were all easy to control and bend to her will.
Willie seldom came around, but he was prompt with her payments. It bothered Debbi when she
felt she was being cheated, out of her money, but the amounts she did receive went to buy the highest priced clothing she could find.
Debbi enjoyed strutting down the busy downtown streets. The lustful stares of men and the envious glances of women contributed to her growing confidence in her own power. There had been no mention of murder by Willie, which meant Buck had chosen to remain quiet. Debbi had judiciously avoided reading the papers or listening to a television newscast for ~ month after the incident, lest she hear about it and be reminded of that awful business. Now she felt greatly relieved and free of guilt.
Debbi had the misfortune of running into Willie on one of her shopping sprees. And he took that opportunity to demonstrate that she should still be very much concerned about the death of the woman in Chicago. Her past could easily catch up with her.
"Well, I see you're lookin' right fine, Mania," Willie said, startling her by his sudden appearance.
"What are you doing here?" Debbi asked, aware that they were on a crowded street.
"It's a free city. I'm out getting some air. And I got a little job for you," Willie said, taking her arm and leading her down the street. He took her to a restaurant tat was overly crowded, because of the time of day. Debbi was once more amazed at Willie's influence as the waiter nodded pleasantly and showed them to a booth in the rear. Willie ordered a shrimp platter for both of them and some coffee. Debbi felt a little apprehensive about what his news would be, when he finally got around to telling her.
"Willie, what do you want? I'm saying straight with you," Debbi said, feeling that somehow he
had heard about the extra tips she wasn't reporting.
"Hell, I know you are. But there is a lot more to this business than laying three guys a night. You live like a queen, and you got to pay the price on occasion," Willie said, sipping his coffee. Debbi felt a knot in her stomach as she remembered the same line Cindy had once fed her. Debbi was going out an the hook for someone else and she didn't like it. Willie reached for her purse. He opened it and put two sacks in it that he'd taken from his pocket.
"What's that?" Debbi demanded. She didn't like the methodical way in which Wile was behaving.
"A little packet of joy for two clients. I can't make the drop myself," Willie explained, writing dawn the addresses on a napkin.
"Hell, I'm not pushing any dope!" Debbi protested.
"Keep quiet! You crazy? All you have to do is hand the people that answer the door the packet. They'll hand you the money. The amount will be right, don't worry about that. And I trust you.
?You know why?" Willie asked, smiling. He looked her closely in the eye. Debbi felt powerless again.
"Why?" Debbi asked, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"I know your past. Buck told me about you and that chick in Chicago," Willie said quietly. Debbi felt a tuning at her heart. She understood that Willie had been saving the information to blackmail her when he needed her for one of his errands. He was the same as that bitch Cindy.
"And I'm a reasonable man. You've done a good job for me. But you're getting to be a used cunt. The clients want fresh meat, new excitement. I'll keep you on for a couple more months. You'll get
an extra hundred each drop. It'll be something to save up for the future, when you're back out on the streets," Willie said.
"And if I don't?"
"Baby," Willie chuckled, "you ain't got no
Debbi knew he had her. She had foolishly spent all of her accumulated money on living high. She had some jewelry, but like clothing, it was hard to get much money for it in trade. She couldn't rip Willie off this time. He'd be waiting for her to try something like that. But she'd be damned if she'd wait around to get kicked out. To hell with that bastard.
"You thinkin' of rippin' off little Willie? Well don't. I know too many people in too many places for that kind of shit to work. You just do like you're told and you'll stay out of jail… and alive," Willie said matter of factly. Debbi shivered at the warning and realized she was once more trapped.
Willie gave Debbi the keys to a Mustang he'd left parked at the curb. She went over the map before making the first drop. It was a two-mile drive to a middle-class section of the city. The man answering the doorbell didn't smile, but took the packet and handed her an envelope. The man closed the door without uttering a word. Debbi stuffed the envelope into her purse and went back to the car.
Once inside the relative safety of the car, Debbi couldn't resist the urge to look inside the envelope to determine the amount she had received. She counted thirty crisp, new hundred-dollar bills. The feel of the money was something Debbi wasn't familiar with. The amount was more than she'd ever seen in one lump before.
Debbi was tempted to open the remaining
packet to see what the substance actually was that she was delivering. It was expensive, to be sure, but she thought better of looking at it. She had two very good reasons: First, she wouldn't be able to tell cocaine from heroin, and secondly, she felt she could lie more convincingly that she didn't know what she was delivering, if the need arose. The possibility of getting involved with the police urged Debbi on more quickly to her next destination.
A woman in her early forties answered the doorbell and ushered Debbi inside. She seemed to be perspiring and her breathing was labored, as if she had just come from some strenuous activity.
"Forgive my appearance. But I've been attending to a little discipline," the woman said. Debbi wasn't all that interested, but the word "discipline" and the strange gleam in the woman's eye attracted her. Cindy had always had that same gleam of unleashed power. And Debbi knew that she herself must have had that same look when she punished Cindy for the last time. It was a look far more intense than mere lust, and much more terrifying in its implications.
"DC) you have the envelope?" Debbi asked. She didn't want to mention money. It seemed more proper and less illegal if she didn't acknowledge to anyone what she was doing.
"Business first," the woman replied, opening a drawer of a bureau in the room and producing an envelope. The exchange was made quickly.
"Did you say you had a discipline problem?" Debbi asked. She noticed the wink in the woman's eye when she asked the question. There was no use trying to deceive her. The woman could tell that Debbi was interested.
"Yes. My charge has been bad. And I'm giving him a little strapping," the woman said.
"What has he done?"
"I caught the little fellow pulling his prick off while he looked at some disgusting pictures. And I found came on his bed several times," the woman answered.
"That is bad," Debbi commented. She secretly wished she could have seen the body going into the throes of orgasm as his sperm fired out of his cock. Watching a man masturbate had always fascinated her.
"Would you care to watch?" The woman asked.
"Yes, I would," Debbi said, feeling the excitement beginning. She was even' more pleasantly surprised when she saw that the woman's charge was a male about her own age. His mouth was gagged and his hands were tied behind his back. He was lying on his stomach, and Debbi was fascinated by the thin red marks on his buttocks and thighs. On closer inspection, Debbi found them to be deep and ugly welts. The thin line of blood had dried in each cut, and the helpless boy winced ip additional pain as Debbi ran her hands over the punished area.
"Would you like to help me discipline him? About twenty more lashes should do it," the woman suggested, handing the thin switch to Debbi. She felt, numb and glassy-eyed as she eagerly accepted the weapon.
The first blow was, merely a test to discover the victim's reaction. It wasn't very hard, but it must have stung terribly the way the boy jumped around. Debbi increased the pressure and felt a warm trickle of pleasure as she made her helpless victim squirm.
"Perhaps you should take your nice clothes off. You'll surely stain them," the woman commented. Debbi shook in excitement as the woman helped her undress. "See, I was right. Your panties are
absolutely soaked with your juice. I think we should let him smell it, don't you?"
"Yes," Debbi answered. She was thrilled beyond her wildest imaginings at the situation she was in. She gasped as she watched the woman stuff her scented panties under the boy's nose and mouth. He breathed in her fragrance deeply.
"I'll undress too. Because of the heat," the woman commented, still keeping her facade of noninvolvement. Debbi was moving about restlessly, her thighs churning together. In another instant, Debbi knew she would have to put something between her legs and jerk off. But the woman understood exactly what must be done. She used her fingers on Debbi's cunt to satisfy the girl's raging need.
"Oh yes," Debbi whimpered, spreading her legs wider so the woman could successfully massage the fired-up region of her crotch. Her pussy was leaking out a large amount of fluid onto the woman's probing fingers.
"Finish your job," the woman advised, ushering Debbi back to her victim. This time she held nothing back. She whipped the boy with all the' lust-aroused strength in her arms.
The woman's mouth gobbled at the juicy, furry animal that was Debbi's pussy. As Debbi came, she went mad with the beating. When she finally came back to reality from the pleasure cloud she had reached, Debbi saw that the boy was lying completely still. His ass was very bloody. The warm and alive tongue at her crotch was now not so urgent. It was fortunate the bedsheets were made of plastic. A large pool of blood was forming on them.
"That was exciting," the woman commented. She slowly got to her feet. Debbi still stared at the
awesome sight in front of her.
"Don't you want to come?" Debbi asked at length. She was more than prepared to return the pleasure the woman had given her.
"I have, darling, I have," the woman replied. She planted. a wet kiss on Debbi's mouth. The taste of her own cunt was wickedly exciting, and she eagerly drank the woman's saliva as they kissed.
"He can't have enjoyed that much," Debbi commented, looking at the stilled figure.
"On the contrary. He was delirious. Look, I'll show you," the woman said. She went over to the injured boy and rolled him over. The unmistakable traces of semen were under his body, and his cock was still semierect.
"You mean some men actually enjoy being whipped?" Debbi asked, surprised that the boy had come from what he'd done to him.
"Hal', my naive one. Some men pay vast amounts of money to have a woman abuse them in any way she chooses," the woman explained, caressing Debbi's hair.
"I'd like that," Debbi commented absently.
"You know, if you ever get fed up with Willie and your work, you can have a job with an organization in Canada. They're based in Toronto and they specialize in women who have a taste for the bizarre. And the things they do there would make your cunt drool," the woman said.
"Sounds interesting," Debbi commented.
"Here's a card with my signature," the woman said. She took a card from her purse and signed it. "Mr. Fati has always liked my recommendations. And he'll take good care of you."
"Would I fit in?" Debbi asked. The beating had been exciting, but she still wasn't certain whether she'd be what the man wanted.
"I'm sure of it," the woman replied. Her hand rubbed the girl's ass in a strangely feminine, matronly motion of affection. "Think it over."
"I will," Debbi answered, wondering if she could ever escape from Willie.
"Good. Now help me get him into the kitchen. I've got to see to those wounds. Can't risk having a nasty infection set in," the woman said. Debbi helped her steer the weakened boy into a standing position against a wall in the kitchen. His eyes seemed strange and passive, yet Debbi could sense the boy's fear and hatred of both of them. The more important of these was fear. It was basic animal fear at its lowest level. And its most powerful.
"I'll have to cauterize these wounds. Sit under him and suck his cock. He'll have it bad," the woman said. Debbi was amazed to see the boy with another hard-on. He could have one on demand. It wasn't large, but it was a pretty cock, almost feminine. Debbi took the cock fully into her mouth. The woman had a hot iron in her hand and pressed it to one of the boy's buttocks.
The boy jerked violently, as if he bad been electrocuted, and the force of his movement pushed Debbi's head against the wall. But she hung on bravely. If the boy had a bigger cock, she conceivably could have choked to death on it.
"That's one," the woman said, holding the iron
back from the area to inspect the effect. Satisfied, she repeated the procedure on the other buttock.
Once more the boy moved forward, but this time Debbi felt his cock throbbing inside her mouth. The warm fluid seemed slightly salty, but Debbi drank it all.
Finally, the boy went limp, and rested the front of his body against the wall. Debbi crawled out
from under the boy. His ass was bright red, but looked none the worse from what it had been through. At least compared to how it looked after the beating in the bedroom.
"I have to get back," Debbi explained. She hurried into her clothes.
"Leave the panties," the woman said, "he so likes to smell a sexy pussy."
Debbi quickly agreed. "Of course, but who is he?" Her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her.
"My son," the woman answered, smiling. Debbi returned a faint smile and left. Debbi didn't know if it was her or the world growing more grotesque each day. But it really didn't concern her. She knew that somehow she would gain her freedom from Willie. And she knew that the strange growing desire of her flesh would have to be satisfied. And it would have to be soon.