Maureen's Choice

by Charles Arnold

  At five minutes to eight, she went downstairs still feeling the terrible guilt but also with the excited anticipation she’d felt the first time she went to Travis.

  Brian glanced at Maureen and stepped back, staring. It was as if he’d never seen her before. “My God…you…you... look beautiful! You are…you’re…” he stammered.

  The doorbell rang, interrupting the awkward moment. She hurried to the front door fully expecting to see Dexter Wells. Her heart sank and she felt her knees almost buckle. Filling the doorway was Sam. In his eyes she could see the same hatred and anger she saw the first time they’d met. Because women had always found him to be both ugly and mean they’d despised him, sometimes ridiculing him, always avoiding him. He hated all women, but especially white women who invariably looked away when they saw him. Maureen knew that he hated her more than ever. She represented all the women who had ever humiliated him. But now she saw in him a self-satisfied confidence that terrified her. He knew she was his for the night.

  He looked more repulsive than she remembered. His nose was flat and wide, his lips were thick and pendulous and flecked with saliva. His front teeth were broken and stained, his eyes narrow bright slits, his skin pockmarked and blacker than Travis’s. His head was bald and sloped forward. He was bigger, too, than she recalled, stocky with long arms and big calloused hands. He wore a black silk shirt open at the neck revealing thick, black curly hairs. His trousers were also black. On his feet were pointed black patent leather shoes. A heavy gold chain circled his neck. He looked down at her necklace and nodded, “Do that mean what it says?” he asked.

  Maureen had trouble finding her voice. She backed away from him. He grabbed her wrist, “Well, do it?” He spoke in a whisky rasp.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “What color am I?”

  “Black,” she said, her head bowed.

  “Then, you’re mine, Mrs. O’Donnel. You’re mine. Ain’t that right?

  Not looking up, she said, “Yes, it means I’m yours.”

  He let her go. She moved aside and he strode by, “Let’s meet the fuckin family,” he said.

  She directed him to the living room. The television had been turned off. Brian was sitting in the middle of the couch. Thankfully, the kids were in the kitchen. Sam stood before him, Maureen slightly behind him. Maureen’s voice trembled, “Brian, this is my friend Sam.” Brian blinked, not knowing what to do. Maureen looking distractedly toward the kitchen where the kids were laughing. She prayed they wouldn’t suddenly run in.

  Sam pulled Maureen forward and placed his hand on her ass. She flinched and her face reddened. Sam moved his arm up to circle her waist and he pulled her close to him. “I’m more than a fuckin friend, Mrs. O’Donnel. Tell him.”

  “I’m sorry to hurt you…but I do like being with Sam. I’m going to spend the night with him…here.”

  Brian suddenly stood up looking pale and fearful. “I don’t like this, Maureen. I mean the kids…they’re in the next room.” She could see him tremble and the terrible look in his eyes.

  Sam pushed him, and he fell back on the couch into a sitting position. “Listen you fuckin wimp. I want you when we come back. You can take those brats some place else, or leave ‘em here,” he snickered darkly. “Just be sure you’re here.” He took from his pocket a narrow metal object and, holding it up, flicked it with a quick wrist movement. Out of it came a thin razor blade six inches long. It glinted in the light. Brian’s eyes widened. He sunk back in the couch. Sam stood over him waving the razor. “If you ain’t here, I’m gonna come after you and cut your little white prick off and shove it up your fuckin ass! You got that?”

  Brian shook his head. “Yes, yes, I’ll be here.”

  Maureen felt sorry for him but at the same time realized what a weak, pathetic man he was. Sam allowed himself to smile. After putting away the razor, he moved his hand slowly over Maureen’s ass. “She got nothin on under her dress, no panties, no bra. That’s the way your wife comes to us when we want her, naked under her dress. All we got to do is phone her.” He nodded at Maureen, “Tell him,” he said.

  “When they phone I go to them naked under my dress.”

  Sam pulled her closer, “She makes herself look hot for us just like she is now. She don’t ever wear stockings or nothin. She comes to us naked under her dress cause that’s how we want her.” He reached down and slid his calloused hand up the back of Maureen’s leg. He moved it slowly over the cheeks of her bare ass. She drew in her breath sharply and closed her eyes. Sam continued, “I’m gonna feel your wife up on the dance floor just like I’m doin now. Other guys, all brothers, gonna feel her up too. She gonna let them cause she likes getting felt up by the black brothers. He grabbed Maureen’s ass cheek hard. Ain’t that right, baby?”

  “Yes,” she said, looking at the floor instead of at her husband. “I like when they touch me.” Sam squeezed harder. “I…I….like what he’s doing to me now,” she said.

  Sam jabbed a finger at Brian. “You sleep down here tonight. When we come home, maybe we’ll be wantin you to make us some drinks. Then I’m gonna take your wife upstairs and fuck her in your bed. I’m stayin all night. She gonna do me all kinds of ways. She gonna sleep naked right tight against me.” He moved his hand from under her dress up to fondle her breasts. “In the mornin she’s gonna make me a big breakfast. She’ll be naked, except maybe wearin high heeled fuck-me shoes and lookin good for me. After I eat, she gonna get on her knees and suck my dick for a long, long time. Ain’t that right, Mrs. O’Donnel?” He glared at her.

  “Yes.” She hadn’t looked up. “Yes, Sam, I’ll stay with you all night and in the morning I’ll make you breakfast. I’ll do what you want….I…I’ll try to please you.”

  Sam stroked the back of her leg, “Yeah, tomorrow while your husband is at work and your kids is at school where you gonna be?”

  Maureen looked down at the floor, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Sam grabbed her leg hard. “On my knees,” she said.

  “And what you be doin on your knees?”

  “Kissing your…your cock and…and…sucking it.”

  “For a long time?”

  “Yes for a long time.”

  Sam turned back to Brian, “Get yourself and them brats out of here by ten o’clock tomorrow morning and don’t make a lot of fuckin noise. We gonna be tired and wantin to sleep late.”

  Brian nodded. “Don’t worry we’ll be gone before nine,” he said.

  Sam turned Maureen to face him and, holding her ass with both hands, pulled her against him. “You got a fine white ass,” he said looking down at her. “Tell your husband who you given it to tonight. Tell him who’s gonna fuck that fine white ass.”

  She looked up into his leering face. “You. I’m giving it…giving my ass to you.”

  Glancing at Brian, Sam said, “Your wife’s got long nipples that pop right up when she’s hot.” He looked back at Maureen. “Tell your husband how come I know that.”

  She continued to look up at him to avoid looking at Brian. “He knows because he’s sucked them…sucked my nipples,” she said.

  Sam chuckled. Nodding at Brian, he said, “Your wife’s lips is warm and sweet. They’s good for more than kissin. Tell your husband how old Sammy got that information.”

  In almost a whisper Maureen said, “I…I…sucked him.”

  “And you swallowed my cum, all of it, right?”

  He had pulled her tightly against his hardening cock. She looked up, “Yes, I took your cum. I took all of it.”

  “Now, suppose you let your husband know what them letters on the necklace mean. And let him see how hot old Sammy is makin you.”

  She hesitated and then, reluctantly, she reached up putting her arms around his neck. She pushed her crotch against him. “The letters stand for ‘White Woman For Blacks’.”

  Sam stared down at her, his eyes bright and mean, “That’s what you is, right?”

  “Yes, that’s what I am.”

  Outs
ide, a car horn sounded. “That be Robert,” Sam said as he started toward the door. Without looking at her husband, Maureen followed.

  When they were settled in the back seat, Robert glanced in the rear view mirror. “Seems like Mrs. O’Donnel is forgettin how to sit when she’s with the brothers.”

  Quickly, Maureen pulled her tight dress up over her thighs so she could spread her legs. “I’m sorry Robert. I forgot,” she said.

  Sam put his hand on her thigh. “See that you don’t forget no more, you hear?”

  “I won’t. I won’t forget again. I’m sorry. I should know by now how you want me.”

  “And how’s that?” Robert asked.

  “When I’m with you, with any black man, I should spread my legs and show him my cunt.”

  “Why’s that?”

  She thought for a moment, “To let him know it’s his. To let him know he can fuck me.”

  Robert started the car. “Is our little white bitch wet, Sammy?” He asked.

  Sam’s hand moved up along her leg until his finger traced the furrow of her slit. She felt her face burning. Sam rubbed her clitoris. “Yeah, Robert, she’s good and wet. It’s like Travis said, ‘this white bitch is always hot for the black man’.” He touched her lower lip with the tip of his finger wet with her secretions. Obediently, she parted her lips. He slid his finger between them. She sucked it. In her mind’s eye saw herself sitting in the back seat of Robert’s cab with the repulsive Sam, her dress pulled back, her bare legs spread so that both men could see her moist cunt, the two men grinning at each other as she sucked her own juices from Sam’s finger.

  Sam withdrew his finger from her mouth. Ignoring her, he spoke to Robert, “Damn, Robert, she got soft puffy lips and a hot mouth. This gonna be a good fuckin night.”

  “Shit, man,” Robert said, “you ain’t tellin me something I don’t know. My dick’s been in her mouth a couple times.” He turned slightly to look at them then concentrated on driving, “What I don’t understand is she’s supposed to do only the rich and powerful motherfuckin brothers. What she doin with a dumb ass low life like you?”

  “You right, Robert,” Sam leaned back, his hand still on Maureen’s bare thigh, “Travis and the Captain say she to bring in fifteen hundred for a night’s work, hundred bucks an hour.”

  “We all know you ain’t got that kind of money,” Robert said.

  “Just keep this to yourself,” Sam leaned forward, “one of the Captain’s customers, a white guy, was behind on a big bill he owed. Dex started to lean on the motherfucker so the guy says he might talk to the Feds about Dex’s business.” Sam chuckled. “Well, that bastard ain’t talkin to nobody now unless it’s some fuckin fishes.”

  Robert nodded, “So how much you get?”

  “Two thousand. I take five hundred and ask Dex and Travis if I can have Mrs. O’Donnel for a night. Well, more than a night, fifteen hours to be exact.”

  “And they say okay?”

  “That’s right. They both say okay.”

  “Fifteen hundred a lot of money, Sam. I hope she’s worth it.”

  Sam leaned back and placed Maureen’s hand on his crotch, “She gonna be worth it, ain’t you Mrs. O’Donnel?”

  Maureen couldn’t believe what she’d heard. The man beside her had murdered someone in order to have her for a night. She was responsible for someone’s death. And Sam was a cold-blooded killer. She’d brought him into her house, and would do so again. She’d introduced him to her husband. She would spend the night with him in her own house, in her own bed. Feelings of guilt and remorse consumed her and then fear. Her whole body shook.

  Roughly, Sam took her arm and turned her to face him. “I asked you a fuckin question, bitch! You gonna be worth a hundred bucks an hour or ain’t you? You gonna do Sammy good, real good all night long and in the fuckin morning too?”

  The thought occurred to her that he might kill her, that he was capable of killing her family. She called on reserves of strength she didn’t know she had. She reached her hand, still trembling, to touch his pockmarked face, “I’ll be worth it, Sam,” she said, her voice shaking, “I’ll be worth a hundred dollars an hour. I’ll be good to you, real good to you all night. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, like you said. I’ll look good for you and be naked. When you’re finished eating, I’ll get on my knees in the kitchen and suck you…suck your…your…cock for a long, long time.”

  Sam spoke so Robert could hear, “Drink my cum? You drink my cum?”

  She could feel through his trousers that his cock had begun to swell. Still looking up into his ugly face, she licked her lips, “Yes, honey, I’ll drink your cum. Your hot cum will be my breakfast.” The thought of taking him back into her home terrified her. She moved her hand over the bulge in his pants and tilted her head up toward him pleading with her eyes, “But, Sam honey, wouldn’t it be better if we went to a motel? We could be alone then. No one else around. I’d feel so much more relaxed. I’d do things to you, different things, make love to you that…..”

  Quickly he grabbed her chin hard. His fingers pressed painfully into her cheeks. He brought his face close to hers so that when he spoke his spittle sprayed her face. “Listen to me bitch! We is goin back to your place. I want your husband to hear you moanin when I fuck you, hear you screamin when I make you cum. Don’t give me no more shit about motels!” He let her go and sat back.

  Robert glanced at her over his shoulder. “I gotta say Mrs. O’Donnel is lookin good after what all she done last night. By rights, she ought to be damn tired.”

  “Why that?” Sam asked. He stroked Maureen’s bare thigh occasionally trailing his fingers along her slit.

  “Tell him,” Robert said. “Tell Sam what old Travis had you doin last night.”

  Maureen was trying desperately to think of a way to keep Sam from coming home with her. She didn’t answer. Angrily, Robert repeated the question.

  “I’m sorry, Robert,” she apologized. “Last night Travis…Travis took me to a hotel room. At first I was blindfolded. There were seven men.”

  Sam turned toward her, “Black men, right?”

  “Yes, they were all black men.” She paused, looking out of the window.

  Sam squeezed her leg, “What you do for these seven black men?”

  “Everything, everything they wanted.” She knew Sam was waiting for her to explain. “They had me dance for them. I took off my dress so that I was naked. They made me kneel in front of them and crawl to them. I kissed them, tongue kissed them.” Talking about the evening caused her breath to come faster. Sam felt her pussy moisten. He realized talking about it was making her hot. “Go on,” he said. “What else you do?”

  “They made me suck them…suck their cocks.” She saw herself on her knees, naked, the men gathered in a semicircle around her, their stiff cocks glistening with her spittle. “They took me…I mean they fucked me.”

  “Your ass, too? Did the brothers fuck you up the ass?”

  “Yes. I think all of them did. All of them had me twice. I think two of them had me three times.”

  Robert pulled the cab over and stopped in front of an upscale club called, “Dex.” He turned to face her, “You like it? You like what they done to you?”

  She looked directly at him and spoke in a low even voice, “No, Robert. I felt dirty. I felt terribly ashamed, guilty, degraded.”

  Robert nodded, “But that ain’t all you felt. Ain’t I right?’

  She looked away, “You’re right Robert. It’s crazy but I also liked what they did, what they made me do. I felt this…this need to give myself to them. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here.”

  Robert grinned at her and winked at Sam, “Well, Mrs. O’Donnel, you got yourself one mean motherfucker of a date tonight. I expect he gonna fuck your mouth, your ass, and your pussy. Ain’t that right Sam?”

  Sam reached across Maureen to open the door, “That’s right, Robert,” he said motioning for her to get out. “This white bitch gonna feel Sam’s pr
ick in every damn one of her holes.” He climbed out of the cab but leaned back in and spoke loud enough for Maureen to hear. “And she gonna let her husband know how much she’s liken it.” Robert laughed and waved, then drove off.

  At the entrance to the club, Sam stopped and faced Maureen, “Listen up, bitch. I bought you for the night. You fuckin belong to me. You show the brothers and sisters and white folks inside that you’re mine. Let them know you’re hot for me. Let them know you want fucked.”

  He grabbed her arms roughly and stared at her. He was sweating. The evening had become hot and humid, but she felt a chill pass through her body. The thought that Sam had murdered someone terrified her. The realization that she would be made to take him back to her house frightened her even more. The children’s room was next to hers. Only a narrow hall separated the two bedrooms. Sam would be in her bed, probably drunk and loud. She would be with him, naked, trying to please him. She simply couldn’t take him home. Maybe she’d still be able to persuade him to take her to a motel instead. She had to feed his ego, had to make him start to like her, had to convince him she wanted him. To expose her children to this heartless murderer was unthinkable. She prayed that Brian would find somewhere to take the children for the night.

  They were still standing at the entrance to the club. She looked up at him and stepped forward to press her body against his, “You excite me, Sam. Right from the first you did, but I was afraid.” She paused, then continued, “What you did in order to have me excites me.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed her crotch into his, “You make me hot, Sam. I want you to fuck me tonight. I want you to fuck me hard.”

  Chapter Two

  Sam stared down at her, “When we go inside you let all the folks, black and white, know you’re my woman. Let them see you got the hots for me.”