by Huck Pilgrim
Miss Rose grinned at Joe. Greeting him warmly, she asked after Molly, the kids. Joe responded politely, the way small town folks do.
Veronica moaned, a low trilling sound, followed by a series of gasps.
Miss Rose stood on her toes and peered into the adjoining room. The boy slipped his baggy pants down past his waist and stroked his erection. Taking Veronica’s hips in his hands, he mounted her. Biting her lip, Veronica looked relieved. Loud sloppy noises came from between her legs as he pumped his hips. The boy reached around to rub her clitoris. Veronica contorted her face with lust, lowering her cheek to the mattress.
Cutter finished packing away the small glassine bags he had spent most of the night filling. He took the empty plastic bin into the kitchen to rinse it.
“Whose is this?” Miss Rose said, indicating the small pile of drugs Veronica had left on the table.
Donnell nodded to the other room. “Hers.”
“Is she working for you tonight?” Gloria asked, her voice even. Tucking a strand of her long chestnut hair behind her ear, she raised one of her thick chocolate eyebrows. Her full lips and thick brows gave her an innocent look that made it easy to underestimate her, but she was clearly no fool. She wanted to know if Donnell was planning to fuck Veronica.
Donnell smiled, his soulful eyes giving nothing away.
Miss Rose helped herself to some of Veronica’s drugs. “She won’t miss this,” Miss Rose said.
Gloria snorted. “Miss Rose!” she said.
“She using my mattress,” Miss Rose said, rubbing her nose.
Veronica mewled, which turned into a high pitched squeal, and then wavered off.
Miss Rose shook her head, laughed to herself, and then went into the kitchen.
Gloria sidled against Donnell, pressing her small body into his, her jeans slung low on her slim boyish hips. Joe decided that the ring in her bellybutton was new, and enjoyed the way it glittered in her tummy, and the way her pants exposed most of her bony pelvis. Whispering something too low for Joe to make out, Gloria ran her arms around Donnell’s waist, letting one hand drop to the front of his pants.
“We still working,” Donnell said, arching his neck away from her.
Gloria stepped back, her fingers lingering on Donnell’s belt.
“Go help Miss Rose,” Donnell said. “We’ll be done soon.”
Gloria dropped her hands. She forced a grin, making it seem as if she had suddenly decided to help Miss Rose herself.
Looking at Joe as if she just noticed him, Gloria hugged her arms around her small frame. “Hey, Mr. Murphy,” she said, her voice cheerful, if a little obligatory. “Haven’t seen you at Saint Barnaby’s much.”
“Working too much,” Joe said. He tugged the strap of his shoulder bag halfheartedly and smiled.
“If you and Molly ever need a sitter,” Gloria said, cutting her eyes briefly toward Donnell, “I may have some availability this summer.”
Gloria grinned. Bit her lip.
Joe nodded, enjoying Gloria’s smile. An image of her flashed through his mind: her in the front seat of his Volvo, head averted, eyes out the window. The way she gently rocked her hips to show her pleasure. How she eventually raised her bottom from the seat, arched her back. Squeezed her thighs together. Moaned.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Joe said.
Donnell kept his face unreadable.
Making her way to the kitchen, Gloria said over her shoulder: “I can always use the extra money.”
Joe turned his head, grinning. Looking into the other room, Joe saw the boy standing now, kicking off his pants. He still wore his baggy T-shirt, his stupid hat. He looked ridiculous, dick bobbing in front of him.
“You should go,” Cutter said to Joe.
Donnell handed Joe a fat envelope. Joe looked to Donnell, then back to Cutter, then back to Donnell. He slapped the envelope into the palm of his hand. Felt its heft. Smiled. Slipping back the top flap, he peeked inside. Thumbed the cash.
“I’m going to wait for the girl,” Joe said, his smile gone now.
There was a pause where no one spoke.
“Make sure she gets home safe,” Joe said.
Cutter reached for the backpack as Joe watched. He waited for it. He’d already made his choices tonight and there was nothing left to do but hold his ground. Not everyone was going to leave here happy. That much was clear.
Donnell gestured to Cutter with his hand. Shook his head. Holding Donnell’s gaze for a minute, Cutter withdrew his hand from the backpack.
“You like that girl?” Donnell asked.
Veronica moaned, a sob filled more with sting than pleasure this time. Joe didn’t have to turn to understand what was happening. The boy was pressing the head of his penis against her tight little asshole. He heard her speak through gritted her teeth. “Please,” she hissed. “Please, please, please.”
“I like her dad,” Joe said. “I do business with him. He’s my partner.”
Donnell considered this for a beat.
“After he’s done,” Donnell said, indicating the boy fucking Veronica. “You can drive her home.” Donnell glanced into the kitchen, but didn’t say anything more. Joe nodded. He stuffed his envelope into his jacket and turned to wait.
Veronica sighed, then exhaled nosily. The boy knelt behind her, rocking his hips.
“Where’s my cock?” he hissed, his gold cap gleaming in his mouth.
“Where’s my cock?” he asked again, this time louder.
He ground his groin against her bottom.
She tried to catch her breath. Sucking air through pursed lips, blowing it back out. She was on her elbows, down low. Her stiff nipples just barely touching the sheets.
“Up,” she said weakly. “Up … up my ass.” She snorted.
He laughed and ground his dick into her. He looked into the other room to make sure the others were watching.
“Where?” the boy demanded.
“In my ass,” Veronica wailed. She snorted, then laughed in between breathy exhales. “Jesus,” she said. “It’s in my ass.”
Veronica seemed to pass some corner where the initial pain turned to pleasure. She looked into the other room with her mouth open, her breathing ragged. And then the boy moved his hips and everything changed again. She gasped. Her face contorted with the riot of new sensations. She blushed deeply, her face on fire. Letting her face take the weight of her body, she quickly reached behind herself with her hands, whether to fend off this foe who was already retreating, or to somehow ensure that nothing unwanted escaped her body, Joe couldn’t say for sure. It made little difference. Her hands danced around the boy’s hands, but he continued to hold her hips firmly. When he had reached the apex of his stroke, he reversed himself, working his cock forward again.
Again her face changed. This time she seemed to know what to expect and worked her arms back under her body, so that she could lift her head. Moan, breathe. Moan.
When he retreated this next time, she groaned, another low pitched throaty rumble. He applied a healthy refresh of the lubricant, so cold she involuntarily arched her back and cinched up her bottom, but no amount of contortion would stop the slide of a well-greased cock, so instead of a proper defense, her clinching only enabled the boy to enjoy her asshole as if he were slipping himself inside her for the very first time.
Veronica squealed this time as if it did, in fact, feel better to yell. To holler and squirm. And she made the most of it. She unburdened herself.
All of the men were watching Veronica. Miss Rose returned to the dining room and stood with her stout arms crossed.
“That girl gonna wake all the neighbors,” she said. Gloria stood behind her.
Veronica made two distinctly different sounds: a throaty moaning howl as the boy pulled out of her and then a deeper, rolling, moan as he stuffed himself back inside.
“Donnell,” Miss Rose hissed.
Veronica looked up, dimly aware of her audience. She couldn’t have wanted to be so loud, but
didn’t have much choice. The sounds just seemed to roll up out of her body. Sometimes the boy paused with his penis deep inside her, offering the room a silence punctuated only by her ragged breathing. And then he’d resume, and the moans would start back again, bubbling up out of her throat.
Gloria wandered toward the adjoining room, her eyes locked on Veronica. Resting her face against the thick molding on the arch between the rooms, Gloria watched Veronica lose herself.
The boy reached for Veronica’s clitoris. When he took his hand off her hip, Veronica fell forward, arched her back and wailed. The boy fell with her, grinding his hips into her bottom. Biting his lip, the boy kept his hand between Veronica’s legs, working her pussy.
“Come,” he hissed. “Come!”
And Veronica did come.
Her face twisted with pleasure, her orgasm beginning almost as soon as she laid her body flat on the mattress. The boy’s full body weight was on her, but that didn’t seem to matter. Her body unwound like an iron spring. She flexed her bottom and abdomen repeatedly, rocking her hips and groaning. Joe thought that the boy might have come, because he no longer had his penis inside her, and her twisting hips made it impossible for him to mount her again. He continued to grind himself against her bottom, whether he was trying to slip himself back inside her or enjoying the last bit of his climax, Joe couldn’t say for sure.
Soon Veronica wore herself out. She lay beneath the boy, undulating her hips, riding the last waves of pleasure that racked her body.
Suddenly the boy leapt up from the mattress.
“Shit,” he said. “Motherfucking, shit!”
He held his T-shirt high on his chest. His voice had taken on a high pitched squeal, like a wounded pig.
“Shit, motherfucker,” he said. “Shiiiiiit.” He drew this last word out in a pitiful wail.
Still reeling from her orgasm, Veronica looked at the boy dancing around her like a fool. She weakly reached behind her.
A look of terror passed over her face.
Leaping from the mattress, Veronica raced into the bathroom. Quick as a lick, Gloria dashed into the bathroom behind Veronica.
Joe saw the dark stains on the sheets. Watched the boy kneel over the mattress to use the linen to clean his cock. He was practically in tears. Miss Rose berated the weepy lieutenant. She complained to Donnell about her sheets.
Joe grinned.
Veronica had had a little accident.
IV
The bathroom was tiny.
Gloria slipped inside and closed the door behind her. She snapped the little lock button inside the doorknob. Pausing with her face to the door, she listened. The boy continued to wail and curse in the room outside.
“Excuse me,” Veronica said. “A little privacy please.”
Turning from the door, Gloria found Veronica perched on the toilet seat. She looked pained. Exasperated.
“You want to keep this door locked,” Gloria whispered.
Veronica sighed. It was hard to deny the wisdom of locking the door. She held a wad of toilet paper in her hand, but looked shy about cleaning herself in front of this girl. Veronica made as if she was going to say something, but then she decided against it. Folding in on herself, she put her head in her hands and sighed.
Gloria crossed the room and pulled back the shower curtain. Opened the faucets. Warm water roared into the tub. She kept her back to Veronica, her eyes on the water splashing into the tub.
“Fuck,” Veronica said. “That was embarrassing.”
“You made him cry,” Gloria said. She grinned over her shoulder.
Veronica smiled weakly, even though she didn’t feel like it.
The splashing water made a big resounding noise that filled the little room.
“Did Donnell make you do this?” Gloria asked, her eyes on the tub.
Veronica began cleaning herself. No one said anything and the sound of the water filling the tub gradually changed as the water level rose.
“No,” Veronica finally said. “Not really.”
She unwound more paper off the roll. “I did this all on my own.”
Veronica somehow managed to hold herself with great poise, even as she twisted to inspect the backs of her legs. She stood and glanced at herself in the mirror. Veronica stroked her long hair with her hand. Bending forward, she let her hips come to rest on the sink. When she finally cast her eyes back toward the tub, Gloria smiled.
“I didn’t know it would be all of them,” Veronica said. “I thought it would just be me and…” She let her voice trail off.
Gloria pursed her lips. Nodded.
An awkward silence followed.
Veronica leaned over the sink and inspected her face in the mirror.
Scanning some nearby shelves, Gloria found a bottle of bubble bath. Poured some into the tub.
“You like bubbles?” Gloria asked.
Veronica sighed. Placing her hands on Gloria’s shoulders, Veronica looked into the other girl’s eyes. “Are you and Donnell…” Veronica let the question trail off.
Gloria bit her lip. She sat down on the edge of the tub and looked at her feet. “He likes to watch,” she said. “He likes to put you in a situation where you have very little power.”
Gloria flushed.
“And then watch you squirm,” Veronica said.
“Sometimes squirming can be fun,” Gloria said. She tapped her finger on the side of the tub. “Memorable.”
A crash came from the rooms outside. The boy raised his voice.
“For example,” Gloria looked up, grinned. “This is a night he’ll always remember.”
“Hey, look,” Veronica said, stepping closer to the tub, “I’m sorry. You’re being very kind to me, and I feel terrible …”
Taking Veronica’s hands in her own, Gloria shushed Veronica and then stood herself. She made a sweeping motion with her arm toward the tub. Veronica smiled. She slipped past Gloria and stepped into the tub.
“I followed Donnell here,” Gloria said, closing the toilet seat and sitting down. “But now we’re growing apart.”
“Too much squirming?” Veronica asked.
“Something like that,” Gloria giggled. “There’s a guy in the room out there, Mr. Murphy—”
Veronica nodded.
“Donnell thinks I fucked him,” Gloria said. “Donnell can’t let it go, but he won’t confront Mr. Murphy, either. Instead, Donnell finds ways to do business with him. It’s like Donnell’s desperate to get the best of Mr. Murphy. It’s like Mr. Murphy has this magical power to draw Donnell in, capture and hold his imagination. His attention.”
“Did you?” Veronica asked.
“Did I what?”
“Fuck Mr. Murphy?” Veronica grinned.
Gloria blushed.
Veronica laughed. “He’s got kids.”
“I didn’t fuck him,” Gloria said. “I babysat for him. He came home early and found me and Donnell in his garage.”
“What were you guys doing in the garage?”
Feeling her cheeks flush, Gloria tilted her head and grinned. “Squirming,” she said. “At least, I was.”
Veronica giggled.
“Mr. Murphy kicked Donnell out and took me home. On the way, Mr. Murphy stopped at the bank …”
Gloria paused. Grinned shyly.
“He gave me a hundred bucks,” Gloria whispered.
“For babysitting?” Veronica drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She looked intrigued but also confused. “But you didn’t have to fuck him?”
“That’s right,” Gloria said. “He said I’d already earned it.”
“That’s pretty good.”
“But then he started talking funny.”
“Funny?” Veronica asked.
“Yeah, funny. Asking me about blowjobs. About how Donnell’s cum tasted. Funny.” Gloria spoke in a whisper.
Veronica listened intently. “What did you tell him?”
“At first, I didn’t know what to say,” Gloria
said. “I didn’t want to discuss any of that stuff with him. But he had just given me all that money, so I didn’t want to say no, either. And then he put his hand on my thigh.”
Gloria grinned, even as her cheeks flushed.
