by Mia Villano
“This pussy of yours is to die for,” he groaned, as he relentlessly slammed into my thighs. I moaned and inhaled his scent. My tongue traced a line down his neck. I wanted everything about him. His hands gripped the seats, and his muscles bulged inside his shirt.
“You love to tease me with it and I can’t get enough of it. God, you are so soft and tight.”
“Oh, baby. What are you doing to me? I can’t stop wanting you or needing you. Squeeze me in you the way I love,” he whispered, as he kissed my ear and ran his tongue around the outside.
“Alex, come inside me,” I said. I clenched and released my sore cunt around his perfect, thick penis.
“Tell me how bad you want me to come, Prudence? Touch your breasts for me, like I touch them. Let me see you touch yourself,” he whispered. My legs pushed against Alex’s leather seats and my head pressed into the door.
I reached under my shirt and touched my hard and sore nipples.
“Oh, it feels so good, Alex. Come in me. I’m spread wide open for you. Alex, fill me with your cum so that I can feel it dripping out of me all night.”
With that, I felt him release in me hard and fast as he shuddered. He bucked his head back and pumped me repeatedly while his hot liquid dripped out onto his leather seats. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. He took his penis out and rubbed his cum all over me. He rubbed it into my raw lips and onto my clit, which was still tender from the orgasm.
My face was on fire. I didn’t think my body could take another orgasm as Alex pulled up my blouse and bra and started sucking on my nipples. The sound of him sucking on them and rubbing his cum on my clit was too much. He fingered me with three fingers. My sex clenched them as he rubbed me with his thumb. I came again, hitting my head against the door. The force of my orgasm made my entire body tighten, and I was covered in sweat. It was too much. I was barely able to catch my breath.
After, he collapsed on my chest, sweaty and spent.
“Thank you, now I will be able to think clearly and make decisions for the good of the state. Please don’t tease me and think I’m not going to react. Just knowing that thong was on you, gave me an instant hard on, and I was in a constituent's meeting to boot. I had to sit through it for four hours with your panties in my pocket and my dick throbbing for you.”
“I love making you squirm, Alex. I love knowing I can bring this powerful senator to his knees in seconds.” I kissed him on his lips, and amazingly, I could have taken him again.
Chapter Fifteen
My mother’s death and time in prison weighed heavily on my mind. The need to know why started to become an obsession. I began to investigate how my mom ended up in prison.
I’d heard Mort, her longtime boyfriend, pimp, and my tormentor, was in prison serving a lifetime sentence. I flew to Ohio and met with him. He was a horrible man to me when he lived with my mom. I hated the sight of him and hated to have to look at him again. But, I had to face him now, if I was ever going to put the past behind me.
Veena told me Mort was convicted of murder for stabbing a man named Ronald Poole, who was married with two children outside a bar. According to what Veena’d heard, he and Mort got in a fight because he hit on Deidre. When the man left the bar, Mort waited for him. He stabbed him in the stomach, and then left him for dead. It wasn’t until Deidre was dying that I found out she was a convicted murderer and had played a part in his death.
At the prison, I waited in a booth with a telephone on the wall and a glass partition while they brought him to the visitor area. I sat. It was just like television. He shuffled in, handcuffed and smirking in his orange jumpsuit. I barely recognized him. He had lost his protruding gut and his mullet. He was sickly skinny and bald. He looked like a man with no hope of a future.
I watched him through the Plexiglas. My heart began to beat rapidly when I looked into eyes that had terrified me for years. His eyes were still mean and beady. The guard unlocked his handcuffs, gave him a cigarette, and lit it for him. Slowly, he picked up his phone. I grabbed the phone then hesitated; unsure I could handle the sound of his voice.
“Hey, you ain’t a fat ass anymore. I’d fuck you now. What happened? Did you meet a rich guy and go to a fat farm?”
I swallowed hard, ignoring the uneasiness inside, took a deep breath, and started talking.
“No, Mort, I haven’t married a rich guy, and no, I haven’t gone to a fat farm. You look thinner.” I was determined to give him the same smart-ass attitude he gave to me.
“Well, you can blame your mother for that. I have the perfect weight loss plan. It’s called HIV. It’s wonderful. You never eat, and you puke your guts up all the time. What are you here for, Prudence Jude? Are you desperate for my dick again?” he smiled.
“I want to know about my mom. What happened?” I asked, ignoring his comment. I wasn’t surprised he had HIV. He was a heroin addict. He still had that sickening tick where he moved his head in a funny way and grunted.
“What do you mean what happened? She’s dead now. Didn’t you know that?” He puffed on his cigarette and blew smoke at my face. It billowed against the glass.
“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about why she was in prison?” I kept my eyes on him, so he knew he didn’t intimidate me. I would love to let Victoria have a piece of him. She would tear him up in a second.
“They said she helped me kill that asshole at the bar. And she did. She stabbed him in the head, and hers was the final blow that killed the poor bastard. She admitted it. I just set it up for her. She killed the guy, not me, and yet, I’m still sitting in prison? That woman is still ruining my life. What else do you want to know?”
“How did she get AIDS?” I asked.
“She was a prostitute and drug addict, that’s how. Then she gave it to me, and who knows how many other guys she infected. I’m getting sicker and don’t have much time, so I need you to hurry this nice little family reunion up,” he said, laughing and still blowing smoke.
“Were you her pimp?”
“I guess you could say that. I set up her appointments, and she went to them. That night you got thrown out of the trailer, I overbooked.” He laughed again and started coughing.
I remembered that night. At the time, I thought it was the worst night of my life, but it turned out to be one of the best. I walked into the trailer to talk to my mom, and she was in the bedroom having sex with two guys. She was so out of it, she didn’t know who I was or what was happening. She even thought I was another guy, coming to join them. Mort came in and started screaming at me to leave her alone. He smashed up the room, the men left, and my mom was angry with me for her losing money.
I begged her to leave town, so we could get out of that hell of a life, but she wouldn’t do it. She left and found another party, and that night, she threw me out of the trailer when Mort told her I tried to have sex with him.
He kept looking at my breasts, and it was very uncomfortable. I was nervous, not only being in the prison, but also sitting in front of such a horrible man as Mort Stieger.
“Was it your idea to throw me out of my house?” I asked, looking at him in the eye. I could never look him in the eye when I was a kid.
“I talked her into it, though it didn’t take much. She was all for it. You know I had to tell her it was you that came on to me and she believed it. I heard it was a good move for you. Seems you moved up the food chain and went to live with that rich bitch mother of hers,” he said.
“Please, don’t call her that. You know nothing about her.”
He laughed and began to cough again, uncontrollably. I was getting nowhere with the idiot, and I should have known better.
“I know a lot more than you do, honey. You will find out someday. Your mom did.”
“Well, Mort thanks for talking to me. I won’t take up any more of your time,” I said.
I got up to leave and started to hang up the phone.
“Wait.”
I stopped and put the phone back to my ear.
“S
he didn’t want you to go. I forced her to throw you out. She loved you. I guess I just had to tell you that before I died. When I tried, to come onto you that night, I was completely messed up. You had to run and tell your mom what I did. Hell, I wouldn’t fuck a fat girl, but what the hell, that night I didn’t give a shit. I remember you had nice tits; you still do by the way. Good thing they didn’t disappear along with your fat ass. Lift up your shirt and let me take a look. It will give me something to beat off to when you leave.”
The horrible memories that I tried so hard to forget, flooded in my head at once. The dirty trailer, no food to eat, my mom shooting up heroin, walking in on her with men, and now this, came flooding in. Mort tried to have sex with me the last night I was there. I’d blocked that out until he reminded me. I suddenly remembered his nasty sweaty body on top of me, squeezing my breasts and his smoky alcohol-breath in my face. Now, I sat across from a shriveled up man rotting in jail with AIDS, and I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him.
Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I wouldn’t let him see. I needed Alex.
“I have to go,” I said. I couldn’t look at him any longer. His face disgusted me.
“Can’t handle it, college girl. That’s life. Shit like that happens every day. Wise up and get over it. You didn’t get fucked that night. I bet you are now. I bet you like a big dick inside of you, don’t you?”
“Thank you for throwing me out that night. I have come a long way from that scared, fat, frizzy red-haired little girl you used to scare. I will be praying for you. Good luck with the AIDS, Mort. I hear it’s a terrible death,” I said. I slammed down the phone, and walked away.
I hardly recalled taking a cab from the prison to the hotel. I couldn’t talk, and it was like I was walking in a dream. I wanted Alex. I should have had him come with me like he wanted.
I paid the cab driver whatever was in my purse. I’m sure I overpaid, but I didn’t care. I wanted to talk to Alex and hear his voice. I walked into the foyer of the hotel trying to get myself together to reserve a room. I should have done that before I went to the prison, but I was anxious to get there.
“I have our room key.” I heard a familiar voice from the lobby.
I turned around and Alex stood there. I was never so happy in my life to see anyone. I dropped my purse and bag and ran into his arms letting go of the tears that were inside me. He held me to him, and I buried my head in his neck as I cried.
“Baby, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.”
“Take me upstairs, Alex.” I cried, nestling my face deeper into him. It felt so good to have him hold me after that visit with Mort.
The bellhop grabbed my bag and purse and handed it to Alex.
“Thank you, I’ll take this.”
He held me up, and we walked to the elevator.
He got us in the room, and I collapsed in his arms. Like a rag doll, my body was limp and lifeless. I think I cried for the past seven years that I held it inside. I hadn’t grieved over my old life, and this was it. This was all the memories surfacing and spilling out.
“Thank God you are here,” was all I kept saying.
“Something told me you shouldn’t have done this alone. I wasn’t going to let him hurt you and leave you here by yourself, Prudence.”
He walked me to the couch, and I sat down in front of him. He took off his blazer and tie, unbuttoned his top button, and took off his watch. He poured us each a shot of vodka from the wet bar.
“Here drink this and talk to me, baby. God, I hate seeing you like this.” The hotel room was big and roomy, with a great view of the city from my window. The sun was setting, and the sky peppered with puffy pink clouds.
“I’m sorry you had to come out here. I thought I was tough and none of this would bother me, but I lost it today. Everything I worked so hard to forget came back to me in full force just being in his presence,” I cried.
“Of course it would, Prudence. I don’t know what you were thinking going up there by yourself. You knew he would upset you. Tell me what he said before I go down there and talk to him myself.”
“The night I was kicked out of the trailer he…” I couldn’t get the words out. Alex sat next to me. He picked up my legs, took off my heels, and began to rub my feet. It helped relax me as I felt the tension begin to fade.
“Did he rape you?” he asked, still rubbing my legs and feet.
“He tried, but no. He did everything but rape me. I pissed him off by walking in on my mom with a couple of customers. My mom left, and he was wasted on something. He broke down my bedroom door. I was in bed trying to sleep. I had school the next day. When I wouldn’t answer him, he burst in and sat on my bed. It was hot in the trailer, so I was wearing just a t-shirt and underwear. He ripped the covers off me and grabbed my breasts. He called me all kinds of fat girl names, and then…” I couldn’t say it.
“Tell me, baby.”
“He ripped down my underwear and tried to stick his nasty fingers in me. I screamed for help, no one heard. I kept screaming as loud as I could. When he continued, I kicked him in his nuts as hard as I could, but that only made him angrier. If my mom hadn’t come in, I’m sure he would have killed or raped me. He blamed the whole thing on me, said I had tried to seduce him. She was messed up, so she went crazy on me calling me a whore and home wrecker and whatever mean thing she could.
I thought if I left for a while, they would be passed out by the time I got back, and maybe they’d have forgotten about what had happened. But that didn’t happen. When I got back, my things were on the grass. Alex, everything from my room was in a heap outside, even my bed and my clothes.” I drank the last of my vodka and set the glass on the side table. My throat burned as I felt it trickle down my chest and warm into my stomach. I moved my legs off him and snuggled next to him.
“I tried to get back in the trailer to my mom. I thought she would let me back in. I had nowhere to go and I was scared. I was crying and banging on the door, begging her to let me in. She came to the door, threw a piece of paper at me, and told me to call Beulah or go live on the street. I stayed at Veena’s that night and the next day, I called my grandma. She drove all the way to Ohio to get me.”
“Jesus Christ, Prudence. How could she do that to you? Baby, no one is going to hurt you again. I promise you.” He kissed my head.
“I don’t want your campaign affected by this white trash crap. If this comes out, and I’m dating you, you could be ruined,” I said, as I wiped my eyes with my fingers.
“It is not going to hurt me. I will handle anything that comes out. I want you to stop worrying about that.”
“I’m sorry you have to deal with this.” I said.
“I don’t have to deal with anything. I chose to be with you and whatever else that comes along with that, I can handle. Like I said before, you are more important to me than an election or job. Have you eaten tonight?” He asked, changing the subject.
“No, I haven’t eaten today, come to think of it. I’m pretty hungry.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up and go get something to eat. I would love a nice dinner somewhere in this town with you. No one will recognize us, and we can act like two ordinary people out to eat.”
I didn’t want to leave the hotel again, but the thought of being in Ohio with Alex was a nice feeling. The last time he was here had been when he got shot, so I was sure he needed closure too.
“Sounds good. Just let me freshen up,” I said. I pried myself off the small love seat and headed for the bathroom.
I reapplied a little makeup, combed my hair, spritzed on some perfume, and was ready to go. Alex was on the phone when I got out, and hung up immediately when he saw me. I couldn’t help but ask him who he was talking to.
“It’s work. I have to get back on the floor tomorrow. Seems that Morris is going to filibuster, and it could be a long night.”
I once again let it go.
“Ready? I rented a car so we can drive around and find the greasiest di
ve. I could go for a cheeseburger and fries dripping in grease. What about you?”
“Sounds perfect.” I was in the mood to eat and couldn’t wait to find a place with coffee.
Mary’s Kitchenette smelled of onions and burnt coffee. The place was no Blue Basil, but it served hot food, and that was what we both needed. Breaking my vegetarian diet, we both ordered double cheeseburgers, fries with cheese sauce, and coleslaw. Alex was very taken with the pecan pie, which he’d never tried. During our dinner, he seemed distracted, and his phone kept vibrating. Text messages came in nonstop. I didn’t want to ask him who it was; I just assumed it had to do with work.
“This is good. I could eat this every day,” he said, wiping his mouth and smiling.
“I would be as big as that waitress over there if I did. That is what I would look like right now, and I’d be working here if I had not gone to live with Beulah,” I said. I pointed discreetly to a waitress who was at least three hundred pounds and waddling as she walked from table to table. She looked depressed and lost.
“No, you wouldn’t. Give yourself credit, Prudence. You have class in your blood, and brains that I have yet to see in most people. You would have never settled for that.”
“Let’s get out of here. I want to drive by the old trailer before it gets dark,” I said, taking the last sip of coffee and getting up to leave.
“Are you sure? After today, it could be too much for you.”
“No, you’re with me, and when you’re with me, I can do anything.” I smiled and kissed his greasy lips. He left the money and a big tip on the table and we headed for the door.
“That’s how I feel about you, Prudence. That’s why I need you at this fundraiser,” he said, as we left. He held the door for an elderly couple as they walked in and smiled at him. He nodded at them and said, “Get the pecan pie it’s to die for.”
“We still have to negotiate that yet.” I smiled at him as I got back in the car.
“Oh, is that right? What are your demands, Miss Romaine?” he laughed.
Once inside, I made it clear what my demands were as I grabbed him, caressed him, and looked into his eyes.
