Julie
Chapters 19 and 20
Chapter Nineteen
Julie waited on the bus stop bench in front of the library. It must have been past eight, but she didn’t have a watch so she couldn’t tell. She was still sleepy after her nap in Frank’s car but sitting out here, looking like she did made her nervous. School was one thing and out with Frank and Jerry was another, but sitting here alone, cars driving past, kids’ faces pressed against the windows to see the naked ho, she felt vulnerable.
After gym, Alexander wouldn’t even let her get in his car at lunch, she was so yucky. She wondered what’d he’d do tonight; have her trot along after him as he drove?
She was so sleepy. Denise made it look easy and it wasn’t. Nellie too. All of them made it look easy. She heard a honk and looked up. Alexander’s BMW was parked on a side street not far away. Julie got up and walked slowly toward it.
When she got in the car she saw he’d put a sheet of plastic over the seat. “You’re late,” she said.
“Looks like you managed to keep entertained while you were waiting.”
“You wish.”
Alexander started the car; she could barely hear the motor. “Something you’d better realize, slut,” Alexander said. “I don’t need your mouth.”
“You did at lunch.”
“Knock out your teeth, cut out your tongue, your mouth will make a perfect cunt.”
Julie didn’t respond. She thought, Cut off your penis and you’d make the perfect . . . She couldn’t think of what. She woke up when he was parking the car.
She couldn’t tell where she was at first. Only after walking with him for a while did she recognize the path. The house was lit and she could hear voices. Alexander used the key and let her in, taking care not to let her touch him.
There was a crowd of boys but she only recognized BJ and Lance, the others looked older, like they actually had to shave. A row of coolers was against the wall that was decorated with panties. “You know what to do,” Alexander said to Lance. “I’ll be back shortly with my date.”
“I’m not your date tonight?” Julie said. She was watching BJ and the others.
“Whores are for fucking, bitch.”
“Charmed, I’m sure. I’m thirsty.”
“No beer for the bitch,” Alexander said. “Get her settled. The other here?”
“Not yet.”
“It didn’t look like it.” Alexander slammed the door after him.
Lance studied her for a moment. “Go sit over there until I tell you to move.”
“Some party,” Julie said. “No beer.”
“Go on.”
Julie sat on a wood box in a corner facing the door. The others were to her right across the room. “Some party,” she said. “This is no fun at all.”
The older boys watched her intently. BJ was just stupid; Lance pretended he was in control, but Julie realized it was the tall boy in the back holding a beer but not drinking. His eyes were dark as were the sockets surrounding them. He was painfully thin and couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He was the one who’d make the first move. Julie considered playing with herself but didn’t think the others would see it as cute. She leaned against the wall and shut her eyes.
Knocking on the door woke her. She opened her eyes but kept her head tipped back against the wall. Lance opened the door and an older man came in followed by Denise. She looked angry.
“BJ, set her up,” Lance said. “Al, over here.”
Denise and BJ passed her, going into another room. She could barely hear their voices. The man, Al, was with Lance by the coolers. Each held a beer.
Julie had been hot all day, on edge, relieved a bit, on edge again, all day long. Gym wore her out, but all she’d had to deal with afterwards was Alexander at lunch. Not much to worry about. Alexander was somebody who’d perfectly be satisfied with a tease but only wanted to use a whore. She wasn’t impressed. Will was a better fuck.
She jerked awake when somebody stumbled over her feet. She could hear Denise in the other room and saw that the group of boys was smaller.
“Howdy,” Al said, standing over her.
“Hi,” she said.
He stared at her and dribbled some beer out of the can. He stepped back. “Whoa.”
“Don’t mind me,” she said. “Some party, hunh?”
Lance walked by, “Your daughter is doing okay. Here’s the twenty and all the beer you can drink.” Al followed him to the cooler.
BJ said, “Move over.” She slid sideways on the box and he sat next to her. “Crazy old coot, trades his daughter’s pussy for beers. Some family, hunh?”
“Yeah, hunh.” She sat up.
“She’ll do anything.”
“I ride the bus with her.”
“Yeah, she’ll do anything.”
“So when does the party start?”
“It’s started, can’t you tell?”
“I hadn’t noticed.” She saw dark eyes staring at her.
“You’re jealous.”
“Of Denise? You got to be kidding.”
“I hear you’re Jerry’s girl.”
“It’s no secret.”
“So that’s why you screw around. Because he can’t give it to you.”
“He gives it to me.” She touched the dried yuck on her chest. “This is just icing on the cake. He’s just one man, after all.”
“Suck my dick.”
She looked at him, saw the smile. “Fuck my cunt.”
He pushed her. “I told you what to do.”
“Oh, that was a request. I couldn’t tell.”
BJ shoved her harder. “Suck my dick.”
Julie didn’t look at him, got down onto her hands and knees and opened his pants. “Some party,” she said as she fished his shriveled penis out. “You need more beer, my boy.” He whacked her lightly on the head.
She got him hard and began to suck. She didn’t put anything into what she was doing. Something cold and wet spilled on her back.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Lance said.
“She got thirsty,” BJ said.
“She’s for Zeke. And when Zeke’s done with her, we take our turns. Remember?”
“You know my daughter?” Al said.
Julie turned and looked up to him. “Yeah. We ride the school bus together.”
It took him a moment to figure out what she’d said. “You go to her school?”
“No classes together. She’s a year ahead of me.”
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
“Same reason as your daughter.”
“I love that girl.” He took a drink, swayed and spilled beer on her foot. “Why do you do it?”
Julie looked over at BJ who was tucking himself back in his pants. He stood, zipped up and left them. She turned to Al. “Some party, hunh?”
“Somebody’s little girl. Where are your clothes?”
“I’m a ho. I don’t wear clothes any more.”
“You’re not a whore. You’re somebody’s little girl.”
Denise began cursing someone in the other room. A loud argument began. “Shit,” Lance said. “Al.” Al stared at her, unblinking as he swayed. “Al, you tell your little girl to shut the fuck up.”
Al turned to Lance. “Watch your language, boy.”
“Get her quiet.”
Al smiled at her. “Nice talking to you.” He slowly went to the other room.
“You. Don’t do anything,” Lance said to her and followed Al.
Several voices shouted trying to drown Denise’s voice. Julie couldn’t hear Al’s. He was probably weeping. She got up on her box and leaned against the wall. She glanced at the others in the room, gave them a nervous smile and pretended she was sleeping. Some party.
She tried to hear what was going on in the other room but most of the sounds weren’t distinct. She thought someone was being hit. Denise was screaming and if Julie thought she could make it out the door and get away she’d leave. This was sheer hell. She’d expected something like the party at the Nichols’ but more sex. It was obvious why Alexander wanted her here. She couldn’t figure out why nothing much was happening.
She wasn’t sure if she’d committed herself to anything by walking through the door. She was available, that was a given because of her state. But she did have some control over her life. She wanted to believe she could say no and she’d be listened to. She wondered if God listened to the prayers of hos.
The door opened and she raised her head and saw Alexander lead Amy in.
“Alex?” Amy said.
“That’s just crazy Denise. Say hello to your friend.”
Amy stared at her. Julie smiled back.
“You said--“
“It’s upstairs. Ignore this. What I promised you is upstairs.” Alexander led Amy, holding her hand, toward the other room. “Where’s Lance?” he asked Julie.
“With Denise,” Julie said. “Amy, you shouldn’t be here.”
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore.” Alexander almost swung at her. “Come on, Amy.”
“Alex, what’s going on?”
Alexander pulled her out of the room.
Julie exhaled, turned to the others in the room and saw the dark-eyed man was smiling at her.
Chapter Twenty
Julie kept her eyes shut as she listened to Denise’s sudden quieting in the other room. There were male voices but they were muffled, calmer. After a few minutes she felt someone kick her leg.
“Come with me,” Lance said.
She saw Alexander talking with the others in the room. BJ was nowhere to be seen. Julie stood, keeping her arms across her chest. The older boys went past her except for dark eyes and Alexander. She could hear them go up the staircase. The dried yuck on her made her want to scratch.
When she’d been here yesterday the building had looked derelict. When she’d come tonight and seen the electric lights she’d been surprised.
“What’s going on?” she said to no one in particular.
Alexander grabbed her arm. “In here, bitch.” She almost laughed when she heard that. He pulled her into the other room; Lance and the other man followed. Denise was on a mattress on the floor and her father was sitting in a corner of the room loosely holding a beer can. He was staring at something probably no one else could see.
“She doesn’t look so good,” Julie said.
“She’ll be okay in the morning.” Alexander pushed and she stumbled on the edge of the mattress. “Down on your back.” Alexander turned to Lance. “Get the sleeping slut out of here.”
Lance lifted Denise’s arms and pulled but she was too heavy for him. “She’s not going anywhere, Alex.”
A girl screamed upstairs. “Amy?” Julie said.
Alexander made a tight grin at her. “On your back.”
“What’s going on?”
“They’re breaking in a new whore upstairs. Do it, bitch.”
Lance pulled Denise off the mattress by her feet. Her head made a thunk sound when it hit the floor. “I need some help,” he said.
Alexander pushed Julie down to the mattress. “You need to learn to do what I say.”
Julie wasn’t frightened but found herself frozen, unable to move. The sounds upstairs, the way Denise looked, Lance and Alexander and dark eyes watching everything she did.
“There’s some rope in the corner,” Alexander said. He kept her wrists pinned to the mattress; her feet and legs were on the bare wood floor. Dark eyes dropped the rope on the bed and stepped back. “Leave her, Lance. Tie up this one.”
Lance came and knelt by them. “How do you want it done?”
“Use your imagination.” Alexander grinned down at her. “You better be worth all this trouble.”
Julie relaxed, knew the night was going to be long. “You’re taking me home when this is over, right?”
“Someone will get you home.”
“And you won’t hurt me.”
“No one gets hurt.”
“You don’t need to tie me.”
“We want to tie you.”
“Okay. You can do what you want.”
“Of course we can.” Alexander said to Lance, “Tighter, asshole.”
“She’s not going anywhere.”
“It’s on your head, like the whole Denise fiasco.”
“She’s not my fault.” Lance finished and settled on his heels.
“You were in charge. Let’s get her on the bed.” Alexander and Lance pulled Julie so she was entirely on the mattress and Lance tightened the rope from her wrists to the ring in the floor at the head of the mattress. Alexander stood and dusted his pants. “Old man,” he said to Al. “You’ve seriously disappointed me tonight. What are you going to do to make things straight?”
Al looked up and noticed them for the first time. He inched his way slowly to his feet using the wall as a support. “How’s your father, Mr. Fox?”
“He’s doing fine. Give me back the twenty and get your daughter out of here.”
“You said I could have twenty. I need it.”
“You got twenty because your daughter will fuck anyone. She’s not fucking, is she?”
Al stood over his daughter and let go of the empty beer can in his hand.
“Is she?” Alexander said.
Al shook his head. “We’d better go, sweetie.”
“Give me back my twenty.”
Al shook his head. “I saw them.”
“Old man, give me back my twenty. You can take a six pack with you.”
Al shook his head, staring at his daughter.
“Fuck it. Take her out of here, outside. Piss on her and you can keep the twenty. Tell everyone where she is so they can piss on her and you’ll get a six pack. Help him, Lance.”
Julie looked up at Alexander and dark eyes. “Some party. How long do these festive events usually last?”
“You talk too much.”
“I’ll take her home, Alex,” dark eyes said.
“It’s on Crescent. Drop her off anywhere, Zeke.” Alexander watched Al and Lance carry Denise away. “That’s the last time we let her come here.”
“Sure,” Zeke said. “I like this one.”
“Not coming upstairs?”
Zeke shook his head. “I’ll go up later.”
“Well, you two.” Alexander stepped back. “I have a hot date. You want a beer?”
“Coors,” Zeke said. He stood watching her as Alexander left and returned. Zeke took the can and opened it.
“Sorry about the confusion.”
“It’s okay.” Zeke took a drink. “They’re getting what they paid for upstairs.”
“This one’s pretty good.”
“I like her.”
“So will the others.” Alexander left them, said from the door, “You heard me tell her no one gets hurt.”
The front door opened by Alexander and Lance came in. “Well, he did it.”
“Where is she?”
“By the sycamore.”
“Make sure everyone knows, then give him a six pack.”
“She’s just lying there snoring.”
Alexander turned back to them. “You can’t hog her all to yourself, Zeke.”
“I know that.” Zeke turned and spat. “This one is meant to be used by many.” He finished the beer and tossed the can into a corner of the room.
“Now I lay me down to sleep,” Alexander said. He left them.
“I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” Zeke unfastened his pants. “Do you have a name, little one?”
“Julie.” She watched him stroke himself until he was hard.
“Julie is a girl’s name, little one. You have sinned in the eyes of the Lord and fallen from a state of grace. Your name shall be iniquity.”
“Thanks,” Julie said. “The extra syllables mean a lot to me.”
“Your name is whoredom and desolation.” He settled on her.
“Iniquity whoredom desolation. Quite a moniker.”
“My sword shall separate the good from the evil.” His penis entered her and he began to fuck.
“What you do,” Julie said, “to the least of mine you do to me.”
Zeke hit her and she tasted blood. “You shall not take the Lord’s name in vain.”
Julie played dead as he fucked her. She felt his drool fall around her eyes. He finished and pushed off her. She didn’t stir as he got up from the mattress and fastened his pants. He left the room and came back again, opening a beer.
”I didn’t hit you that hard, little one.”
She heard him drinking and the front door open. In a few moments the sound of footsteps entered the room. She could hear them upstairs. Zeke finished and tossed the can. It hit the wall and bounced to the floor.
“You’ll show me where your daughter lies?” Zeke asked.
“Outside. She’s sleeping,” Al said.
“The rest of the wicked.”
“She was a good girl once.”
“Go ahead, but this one is only pretending to sleep. Watch out. She’ll try to bite it off.”
“I need a beer,” Al said.
Julie tried not to listen so hard. She could hear sounds overhead, footsteps and voices and what she hoped wasn’t Amy. If she heard everything the night would last forever.
Someone belched beside her. Something sharp poked her ribs. “Owww.”
“You see. She’s not sleeping.”
Julie watched Zeke stand, fold the knife and put it in his back jeans pocket. Al stared at her. Zeke turned to leave and Julie said, “Hey, Zeke. Be an old sport and get me a beer, won’t you?”
“She’s already half male,” Zeke said. “Don’t let the outer appearance fool you.”
Steps clattered down the stairs. Julie could hear whimpering overhead. There was a brief staccato of pounding in the front room and a cheer.
Zeke left them and Julie looked up at Al. “You’re not going to believe this, but I thought Alexander was bringing me to a party. Some party, hunh? Denise’s okay?”
Al belched, wiped the back of his hand over his lips. “Why do you do it?”
Julie shut her eyes. A group came into the room, led by Zeke who told them her true nature.
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Chapters 1 and 2 | Chapters 3 and 4 | Chapters 5 and 6
Chapters 7 and 8 | Chapters 9 and 10 | Chapters 11 and 12
Chapters 13 and 14 | Chapters 15 and 16 | Chapters 17 and 18
Chapters 19 and 20 | Chapters 21 and 22 | Chapters 23 and 24
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