"I, SLUT" (Part II of V)
by Sueann
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My cell phone chirped and I dug it out of my purse.
"Hello..." "Where the hell are you?" It was Tom, my husband.
"Hi Tom..." I said. Boonie was unhitching the Ford. "My car
broke down Tom. I had to call a tow truck..." He swore.
"Take it easy. The mechanic thinks it's a small problem."
Tom said "It's never a small problem with those guys.
They'll fuck you every time." I laughed. "No Tom, it's just
a little doo-hickey or something. He says fifty bucks and
I'm outta here." There was silence, then: "Well, it better
be. I've got class tonight, so I'll see you when I get home.
I'll be late, I'm stopping off for some beers after." "Do
you have too?" I asked. "No I don't have to, I want to. You
take care of your problem OK." He hung up. "OK.Bye." I said
into the dead phone. I turned around and Boonie was standing
right there. "Well...?" he said, "what's the better half
say?" I could see that he was assessing the situation. "He
said 'take care of it'..." Boonie scratched his head. "Well,
I don't know about you, but I'm parched. Care to join me for
a drink?" "Aren't you going to fix my car?" He stopped and
turned around. "It's happy hour Suzi, and I'm off the clock.
Loosen up. I'll get to it, but first I'm having a drink." He
walked across the drive to the single-wide mobile home where
he lived.
As I watched him walk away I thought about my day, the car,
my husband. I thought "Fuck it anyway..." and followed him.
I opened the screen door and stepped in. There were two
drinks on the kitchen counter. I took one, held the cold
tumbler against my cheek. I took a sip: it was bourbon with
water and ice, and more ice than water. From down the hall I
heard a toilet flush and water running in a sink. "Thought
you'd change your mind. How's your drink?" he asked.
"Strong..." I said. He smiled. "That's the only way to drink
good bourbon." "You live here alone...?" I asked. "Yup. The
missus moved out about ten years back. Took just about half
of everything. We're both happier now." He finished his
drink, and built himself another. "What about you? You're
married..." I felt the alcohol relaxing me. "Yes, I am. Met
him at a place I worked at. He's back taking classes,
working for a masters." "Working his way up in the world is
he?" he said. I nodded. "Leaves you alone a lot I bet..." I
swallowed. He looked at me knowingly. "I can tell." he said.
He refilled my glass with bourbon and ice. "You make
yourself at home Suzi. I'll go take care of your car."
After he left I sat on his sofa sipping my drink. I had to
admit that after all my stress and anxiety and talking to
Tom they were just what I needed. I got up, went to the
kitchen and fixed myself another. Except on very few
occasions will I have more than two. I looked in the
refridgerator for ice, and saw some frozen entrees, a
pitcher of orange juice, a wilted head of lettuce.
Bachelor's fare. The place was tidy, lived in but not messy.
I wandered down the hall, snooping I guess. One bedroom had
been converted to a study, with a computer and bookshelves.
I was surprised. The bedroom was darkened with the curtains
closed, and contained an unmade king size bed, a 32 inch TV
and VCR, and the sliding closet doors were done in mirrors.
It had a smell that was at once musky and arousing, the
lingering scent of sex. I checked out some tapes stacked on
the floor. Besides some popular movies were a number of
triple X pornos. I picked one up and saw that the box showed
obscene pictures of people fucking and engaged in other wild
sex acts. "He's a single guy..." I thought. "what's the
harm..."
"There you are. Finding everything OK?" he said from the
doorway. I froze, the incriminating box in my hand, caught
red handed. I turned to him. "I'm so sorry, Jim. I'm usually
not so nosy...it's just been...." I stammered. "You bitches
are all alike..." he began, "...a guy tries to be nice and
you think that means you can do anything you like." He
sounded angry. "No...please...that's not it. It's been years
since I've been in a single man's place. I was just curious
Jim. That's all. You can think what you want. But I am
sorry."
He stood there, looking me in the eye. "I suppose you think
that makes it all better, huh?" I didn't know what to say.
"No it doesn't..." He waved me off. "Don't try to explain.
That'll make me think you think I'm a dumbass." He reached
into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "Your
car's ready. Your bill..." he said tersely, handing it to
me. I put the lurid video on the bed and took the bill. My
eyebrows went up. "You got a deal there sugar. I just
charged you for the tow. I replaced the hose and put a can
of stop-leak in your radiator and topped off the coolant.
You're going to have to replace the radiator soon though,
that stuff is just temporary."
"Two hundred dollars..." I said. "Cash or major credit
card..." he added. I had maybe thirty dollars and change,
and my Visa was maxed out. "Will you take my check?" I
asked. He shook his head. "You know I told you this up front
and you said no problem." "I know..." I stammered. Oddly, he
smiled at me and picked up the phone and began to dial. "I
think I'll call the sheriff's office. First you go snooping
through my stuff, then you try to rip me off for services
rendered. You've got some explaining to do honey." Tom would
kill me if he had to bail me out of the county jail on top
of all of this. I hated myself for this, but I started to
cry. I didn't know what to do. Sitting on the bed
blubbering, I heard him put the phone down. He walked over
and handed me a box of kleenex. "Shit. I hate it when this
happens. I'm such a sucker." I looked up at him. "Look.
We'll work this out. Times are tough all over." he said. I
blew my nose and sniffled. He let me get it together and
after a few minutes he said "Better?" "Yes...sorry." I said.
"When do you have to be home?" he asked. "I don't want you
to get in trouble." There was a long pregnant moment then,
the tension coiled like a serpent. "By ten..." I said.
"Here's the deal Suzi. Either you take it, or start walking.
You can come back and get your car when you have the money.
It's your choice. You understand?" I nodded. "OK then. This
is the deal. For the next three hours you do everything I
tell you. Everything. You refuse, I kick your ass out on the
highway." I nodded my head. "Tell me 'Yes Boonie, I'll do
everything you tell me to' or 'Fuck off you old
bastard'...let's hear it." I couldn't believe this was
happening to me. I felt afraid, but I have to admit I was
excited too, though I didn't know why. I said: "Yes Boonie,
I'll do everything you tell me to for the next three hours."
"I knew that'd be your answer." he said. I looked up at him.
He touched my chin. "I'm going to get cleaned up. Go fix
yourself another drink and one for me. Bring it in to me."
With that he went into the bathroom. In the kitchen I knew
that I should just run for it, but knew that he probably had
the keys to my car. I felt myself trembling, so I made my
drink strong...downed it and fixed another. I stayed because
I had no choice, and I stayed because I wanted too. I made
his drink twice as strong. When I took him his drink the
bathroom was all steamy from the shower. He pulled the
shower curtain back a bit, and took his drink. "Shit Suzi.
You trying to get me drunk?" he said when he tasted it. "You
said that's the way you like it..." His laugh was deep and
full. "That's right, I did say that didn't I." His hand
reached out and I took the empty glass from him. "Hey, did
you see any tapes that you liked? You know, the pornos..."
"I don't know...I've haven't seen many..." "Go put one
on...I'll be out in a bit...make yourself comfortable."
...continues in part three, click here...
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