Held, Pushed, and 22918 (3 Complete Novels)

by Kimberly A Bettes

  After a long week of thinking about my mother’s depression and how much she deserved it, I clocked out on Friday evening and headed home. In a slight funk of my own, I stopped off at a liquor store and picked up a six-pack of beer. As soon as I plopped down in the driver’s seat of my car and shut the door, I popped the top on the first can and took a long pull of the golden liquid.

  Just as I reached for the key to start the car, I noticed a girl walking up the sidewalk. She wore tight shorts, short enough that I could damn near see her innards, and a loose white blouse. No bra. Probably no panties either. Her blond hair, made up of thick curls, bounced with each step she took, as did her breasts. Her face was covered in heavy make-up, her fingers and wrists clad in shiny jewelry. Unable to tear my eyes away from her, I watched as she made her way into the liquor store.

  My hand dropped away from the ignition as the liquor store door closed behind her. I finished my beer, waiting patiently until she emerged from the building. When she did, I leaned my head out the window.

  “Hey.”

  She paused, turning to me.

  “You need a ride?”

  “What?” She took a step toward me, coming down off the sidewalk and closer to the car.

  “I noticed you were walking and I thought I’d see if you needed a ride.” My heart was pounding in my chest, my dick throbbing in my lap.

  She smiled at me. “Actually, I could use a ride. I’m going—”

  “Cindy!”

  The girl looked past me, at someone calling out to her. Looking in my rearview mirror, I saw a shiny black sports car driven by a handsome man. Her boyfriend, no doubt.

  Glancing back at me, she said, “There’s my ride. Thanks anyway.”

  Speechless, I nodded and watched as she ran to the man in the black Camaro. The excitement I’d felt at the possibility of her getting in the car with me disappeared and was replaced by anger. I was so close to satisfying my urges. So damn close.

  Slowly I drove home, drinking the rest of the six-pack on the way.

  Women were always on my mind. I’d only had a couple of botched experiences with them, but it was enough to light my fire. All I could think about was the softness of their skin, the feel of the hills and valleys of their bodies, their sweet smell, and of course all the things I could do with them. To them.

  Two weeks later, I was beyond frustrated. Jacking off had lost all its charm and I was horny as hell. I’d thought all week about how I could have sex. With no girlfriend I was left with only a couple options. The thought of rape had crossed my mind but it wasn’t something I wanted to do. Not unless I absolutely had to. I had a hard enough time having sex when the woman was willing. I was almost positive that I would have an even harder time doing it while she was struggling. No, rape was out of the question. And that left me with only one other option.

  Hookers.

  On the east side of Kansas City, there was an area known for its seedy neighborhoods and high crime rate. Prostitutes walked the streets and occupied every street corner, scantily clad in their revealing clothing, just waiting for some horny guy to come along and grease their palm with enough money to provide their next fix. Today that guy was me.

  Slowly I drove up and down the streets, looking carefully at each of the whores. It was like window shopping for a sex partner. I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for, but I figured I’d know when I saw it. And sure enough I did.

  When I found a hooker that I liked, I parked across the street from her and waited, watching her for a while to make sure she was the one.

  She was short and shapely, with round hips and toned legs, probably from walking the streets all night in those stilettos. Her breasts were large, her ass nice and firm. The red miniskirt and tight white blouse left little to the imagination. She seemed clean, like maybe she hadn’t been turning tricks for very long. Either that or she really took care of herself. Most of the other whores looked haggard and worn out, but not her. She looked fresh. I knew immediately she was the one.

  I watched as she talked and laughed with a couple of other prostitutes that were working the corner. Soon a blue van pulled up and whisked away one of the girls. I was afraid he’d take the girl I had my eye on, but he didn’t. Minutes later, a white sedan pulled up and drove away with the other prostitute, leaving my girl standing alone on the corner. Now was my chance.

  Pulling up to the curb, I watched as she sashayed over to the passenger side of my car, rolling her hips as she moved. She leaned down and looked at me through the open window.

  “How ya doin’, handsome?” she asked. I’d expected her voice to be rough, like that of an old smoker. But it was smooth and even, almost melodious.

  Excited by the scent of her perfume and the sight of her cleavage busting out over the top of her low-cut blouse, I said, “I’m doing fine. Be better if you got in.”

  She smiled and opened the door. Gracefully, she slid into the passenger seat, but she didn’t close the door. With one foot still on the pavement, she said, “I’m not cheap. But you get what you pay for.”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, hoping it knocked the butterflies in my stomach unconscious, I replied, “I’m not a skinflint. But I expect my money’s worth.”

  Then she smiled, put her other leg in the car, and closed the door.

  I pulled away from the curb with a racing heart and a throbbing erection. I couldn’t wait to do things to her, things that I’d been fantasizing about for so long. The very thought of actually doing those things brought sweat to the surface, making my palms slick upon the steering wheel and my t-shirt cling to my chest.

  Having never done this before, I wasn’t sure where to go, but she directed me to an empty parking lot of a grocery store that closed down what looked to be years earlier. The windows of the building were boarded over. No streetlights lit the area. It was perfect.

  After I killed the engine, she turned to me. “So what’s your pleasure?”

  “What?”

  “What do you want?”

  I wasn’t sure what to say. Obviously I wanted sex, but this woman was a professional. She would do anything I wanted. Anything. That put a lot of pressure on me because I really didn’t know much. I didn’t know what a lot of things were called or how to do them properly, so I wasn’t sure what to say.

  Tilting her head to the side, she asked, “What do you like, honey?”

  Still, I had no idea how to respond. I hadn’t had enough sex to know what I liked. Wouldn’t I like all of it?

  “I bet you like your dick sucked, don’t ya?”

  “I…um…” It sounded good, but having never had it done, I didn’t know if it was something I’d like or not.

  “Listen, I’m here to please you.” She scooted closer and ran her finger down my chest. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. It’ll cost you of course, but I’ll do anything.” She leaned closer and whispered into my ear, “Anything.”

  Speechless, I thought of the possibilities, all the things I could ask her to do or ask her to let me do. But how much of it was normal? I didn’t want her to think I was some sort of freak. What if I suggested something that was so bizarre she freaked out and slapped me, laughed as she got out of the car and stormed off, going back to her corner to tell the other whores all about the red headed weirdo who wanted to do nasty and disgusting things to her?

  “I don’t know,” I finally managed to say. “I don’t know what I like.”

  She looked puzzled for a minute, and then she asked, “How can you not know what you like?” The answer must’ve come to her as she spoke because she immediately followed up with, “Oh. I see. You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Well, I know just what to do with a virgin.”

  Before I could protest that I wasn’t exactly a virgin, she unfastened my jeans and put her head in my lap and began working her magic.

  My mind was instantly blown. Never before had I felt anything like that. There were gasps and moans coming from me that I couldn’t have stop
ped even if I wanted to. My whole body tingled. My toes curled. My eyes closed and my jaw fell open. It didn’t take long for me to feel a twinge in the pit of my stomach that worked its way down and out of me, exploding into her mouth. Throughout it all she kept doing what she was doing, not fazed in the least by my reaction.

  When I was done I relaxed, letting my head fall back to the head rest. My chest heaved with each breath, but it didn’t keep my lips from pulling back into a wide smile.

  She sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Was that good enough for ya?”

  “Oh my god,” I breathed. “That was amazing.”

  “I thought you’d enjoy it. That’ll be twenty bucks.”

  “Wait. We didn’t even have sex.”

  “Can you go again?”

  I looked down at my lap, still wet from her spit and my juices, and sadly decided that no, I couldn’t go again. Not yet anyway. At the moment I was too relaxed. All I wanted to do was go to sleep.

  “No,” I said, unable to hide my disappointment. I put my dick back in my pants and zipped up. From my wallet, I pulled a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her.

  “Don’t sound so sad. Next time, you can do something else.”

  Oh yeah. Next time. There was definitely going to be a next time. Many, many more next times.

  As I drove back to the corner from which I’d picked her up, I learned her name was Tonya. I had no reason to believe she was lying, but even if she was I didn’t care. I was going to be seeing a lot more of her in the near future.

  I pulled up to the curb and stopped. As she reached for the door handle, I asked, “Can I find you here again?”

  “Of course you can. This is my corner. I share it with a few other girls, but this is where you’ll always find me.”

  “Great. I’ll see you again soon.”

  “I look forward to it.” And with that, she was gone. Out of my car and back on the street. I watched her in my rearview mirror as I drove away, standing there in the orange glow of a streetlight with a belly full of my semen. It made me sad. I didn’t want to leave her there. I wanted to take her home with me so if I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted sex, she would be there to give it to me. Instead, I left her standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the next guy with a hard-on and twenty bucks to come along and pick her up.

  The thought of her with another man made me sick, so I pushed it out of my mind and drove home, where I went straight to bed, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

  6

  The next night, I went back to Tonya. I had to wait nearly an hour before I saw her, but as soon as she appeared under the pale streetlights my body began to tingle with anticipation. She got out of a car with another girl and they took their usual place on the street corner.

  From my car, I watched as she strutted back and forth along the sidewalk, leg muscles flexing with each step, exaggerated by the high heels she wore. When the excitement grew to be too much, I pulled over to the curb and waited for her to approach the window.

  “Hey, handsome.” When she recognized me, she said, “Oh, I remember you. You came back for more, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay.” She got in and closed the door behind her, waving to the other whore as we drove away.

  “So what would you like this time? A hand job? Maybe another blow job?”

  I shook my head, afraid she was going to make me say out loud what I wanted to do to her.

  “Oh,” she said more to herself than to me. “I see. You want the real deal tonight, don’t ya?”

  I glanced at her and smiled.

  We made good time to the vacant parking lot of the store, the same place we had gone the night before. I parked in the darkest area I could find and shut off the car.

  “Okay, handsome. What do you want?”

  “Um…” I thought she knew what I wanted.

  Seeing my nervousness, she relaxed a little and said, “Look. I know this is your first time and all, so I’m willing to do whatever you want. If you want me to put on a little show for ya, I will.” She seductively ran her fingertips down her chest and into the exposed cleavage. “Or, if you’d rather just get down to business, we can do that too. Then there’s the option of the front seat or the back, you on top or me, or maybe you want to do it some other way. You’ve probably been thinking about this for a long time, and it’s your money so whatever you want, you got. Just say it.”

  That was the problem. I didn’t want to say it. I was embarrassed just thinking of putting into words the dirty things I wanted to do. I was hoping she’d just figure it out and take over, kind of like she did the night before.

  After a minute of awkward silence in which I stared straight ahead, she chuckled and said, “Okay. Meet me in the back seat.” She opened the door and got out, sliding into the backseat before closing the door behind her. I followed suit and found myself more nervous than excited, even though I was so close to her, so close to finally getting some kind of sexual release.

  I’d expected her to ask me again what I wanted, and I was dreading it. However, she didn’t ask me again. In fact she didn’t speak at all. What she did was far better than any words.

  As soon as my back was against the seat, she climbed over and straddled me, her miniskirt pulled up over her hips. Unsure of what I should do with my hands, I left them on the seat beside me.

  She smiled and then pulled her shirt up and over her head. As she dropped the shirt onto the seat next to me, my eyes fell from her face to her breasts. Though the car was dark, there was just enough light for me to see her bare breasts, hanging from her chest like two overfilled water balloons that begged me to squeeze them.

  As I fondled her milky breasts, she unfastened my jeans. She stroked me a few times before guiding me into her. I gasped as she slid down on me. My eyelids closed and my head fell back. My whole body relaxed and I simply enjoyed the moment, the feel of her riding me, the warmth of her body on my lap. It was an amazing feeling, one that I would never forget

  She did all of the work and I supposed she should since it was her job. She was good at it. She knew everything to do and she did it just right. I didn’t know if it was part of the show or not, but a minute or so into it she began to moan and gasp, writhing on top of me. She ran her hands up and down my chest, and then ran her fingers through my hair, grasping a fistful in each hand and holding on tight. When she sensed that I was about to erupt, she bounced up and down harder and faster, never once complaining that I was gripping her breasts too tightly or that I was moaning and panting too loudly. She took it all in stride, every squeeze, every rugged breath, every drop of me. With her head thrown back, she issued one long moan.

  When it was over, she put her shirt back on and pushed herself off my lap, plopping down on the seat beside me. She pulled a cigarette from the little purse she carried and lit it.

  “You’re good, ya know?”

  “No.”

  “You sure are.” She blew a plume of smoke toward the roof of the car. “You’re good, all right.”

  I looked down at my dick, which lay limply over the zipper of my jeans, still wet. “How can I be good? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  She shrugged. “You must be a natural.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I muttered. Part of me thought she was yanking my chain. This must be part of some sort of hooker scheme where they told a guy how good he was so he would keep coming back. I just couldn’t believe that I was good at sex. There was no way. I didn’t know what I was doing.

  “Well I do. Most guys are too rough. All they want is to fuck me hard and nasty. They don’t care if they hurt me, just as long they get off. You’re not like that.”

  I thought of how hard I squeezed her breasts.

  “You just…” She shrugged again. “I don’t know. You’re just not like that. You’re not like the other guys.” She leaned over and whispered into my ear. “Plus, what you
have going on down there is phenomenal.”

  I blushed, hoping it was too dark in the car for her to see my reddened cheeks.

  To change the subject, I asked, “How much do I owe you?”

  She smiled and touched my face with the back of her hand. “You don’t owe me nothing, honey.”

  “Why not? You did what I wanted. I should pay you.”

  Shaking her head, she replied with a chuckle, “I ain’t about to charge you for this. I got off too.”

  “You mean…?”

  “Yeah. I told ya you were good. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm. And I don’t think I’ve ever had one with a john.”

  Looking at her face, I knew she was serious. Even in the darkness I could see the honesty in her eyes. I wondered what it was about me that could make her feel good enough to climax. It was something I thought about for the rest of the week, until I saw her again the following weekend.

  Friday night, I picked her up and took her back to that same parking lot, which I was now beginning to think of as our spot.

  She was happy to see me pull up to the curb, hopping eagerly into the front seat of my car. When we were parked in our spot, she wasted no time. She quickly got in the back seat and undressed, taking off her shirt and hiking her short skirt up until it looked more like a belt.

  I followed her, getting into the back seat and unfastening my jeans. This time, I pulled them down to my knees. I also removed my shirt, something I hadn’t done before.

  She pounced on me eagerly, and I expected fast and furious sex like the last time. Instead it was slower and more deliberate. She rotated her hips and tilted her pelvis. She pulled my face into her chest, burying it between her tits. Then she pushed me back against the seat and pressed her naked chest against mine as she bit and sucked on my neck.