Julie
Chapters 21 and 22
Chapter Twenty-one
Julie wasn’t in a mood to fool with anybody, hadn’t been all day. Before leaving for school in the morning she’d dumped a knife from the kitchen into a purse weighed down with heavy stuff. Her book bag she left in her bedroom.
Denise, as expected, wasn’t on the bus, and she only had to show the knife once to be left alone. Alexander hadn’t been in geometry, but Lance and BJ were. She got things settled quickly with them.
She’d wanted to see Jerry and Frank but Jerry hadn’t been in gym. Coach let her sit on the bench with him and only mentioned the black eye and split lip once. When he asked she assured him Jerry wasn’t the cause and began to name names. He doubted very much Reverend Fox’s son could have been involved. Oh, he was very much involved, sir, she told him. And if he comes near me again I’ll cut off his balls. She thought the coach was almost as shocked by this statement as he’d been when he heard she did it on Sundays.
The purse had a nice heft to it. She swung it widely as she entered art. No Frank yet but she saw Crissi in the back talking with what’s her name, Crystal, the other ho. Julie plunked down in the seat next to Crissi, not saying a word.
The teacher came in just as the bell rang and class started. “Where’s Frank,” Julie asked.
“Not here today,” Crissi said.
“Frank and Jerry gone to the beach?”
“Something like that.” Crissi stood. “We can talk when I’m done.”
“She always gets the best poses,” Crystal said.
There wasn’t much Julie could say to that. “I’d do a lot to look like either of you.”
Crystal gave her a look. “You’re the wild new one.”
“That’s me, a bundle of fun.”
“I could never be that way.”
“Then how come--“ Julie waved her hand toward Crystal’s nakedness.
“There was this boy I liked.”
Julie gave her a look. “So you were seduced?”
“I was seduced.”
“And you’re not in it for--“ Julie waved her hand up and down. Crystal looked at her like she was the sphinx of Egypt. “You don’t have any fun?”
Crystal blushed. “We’re not supposed to, you know, enjoy it.”
“I didn’t at first. Wondered what all the fuss was about. Then I discovered,” the hand wave, “and it is fun, sometimes, with some people.”
“If I’m in love--“
“I don’t need to be in love. But I do have to like the people a whole lot, or else other stuff needs to be happening.”
Crystal looked at her like she was an alien.
“Like being gang fucked on a car hood in the mall parking lot.” Julie gave a smile which made her split lip ache.
“I’d never do that.” Crystal turned away from her.
“Well it was fun. Not everything is fun, but that was.” She’d almost forgiven Frank and Jerry. She wanted to yell their heads off for an hour. When she was finished, whatever they wanted to do to her was more than okay. She’d never give Alexander the same leeway.
When it was Crystal’s turn to model, Crissi sat next to Julie. “Walk into a doorknob?”
“Fucked by a bunch of crazy dickheads.”
Crissi stretched her legs. “I told Jim you and I needed to talk. Crystal will be modeling for a while. He wants a date with you.”
“When I’m eighteen.”
“Relent, and ask if I can come along.” Crissi grinned. “Frank and Jerry will pick you up, and me too, after school. We need to hide out until tomorrow.”
“Like we’re outlaw hos and fags.”
“More or less.”
“What was yesterday all about? I mean, was it really necessary?”
“Frank thought the boys’ gym might be your high point of the day. Was he right?”
“So you know everything?”
“Everything and nothing.”
“Boys’ gym was okay.” Julie touched her lip when she grinned so it wouldn’t hurt so bad. “But the parking lot before school was intense.” Julie remembered lying by her book bag on the gravel as the Ford drove off. She had wanted to stay there all day, a jumble of sensation and emotion. She’d hoped some boys might rescue her, make her their own for fifteen minutes and she’d have an excuse to miss geometry.
“Just so it wasn’t boring. Frank was terribly concerned you’d be bored.”
“I’m getting everything, am I?”
“Tomorrow will be a host of revelations. Some will be made angels, some will be made devils.”
“When you talk like that it’s not spooky. There was this guy last night. Crazy as a loon. Zeke--“
“Ezekiel.”
“You know him?”
“Heard of him.” Crissi smiled. “Crazy as a loon. Zeke--“
“Zeke talked mumbo-jumbo from the Bible and other stuff, maybe his own. My lip came from offering him my own quote.”
“Women are better seen than heard.”
“You do know that bunch!” Julie shook her head. “A bunch of evil, crazy--“
“Be careful, Julie. You don’t know who you’re talking about. I mean it. It’s safer to talk about Jim and a night or two with him. Memorable.” She turned her eyes to the ceiling, sighed and smiled at Julie.
“You’re just like Crystal.”
“And you’re a lot like Clara. Have you two talked yet?”
“Our relationship is at the point where I just suck off her band of followers. No words yet.”
“Talk to her the next time you see her. Before you suck off her boyfriends.”
Julie arched her eyebrows.
“As you well know, two are much better than one.”
“When they’re the right two.”
“Admitted. Think how pleased Jim will be. Maybe he’ll break his rule and fuck us for a whole week.”
Julie couldn’t imagine it. “He’s not going to ask me for a date.”
“Don’t act surprised, just say yes and see if your good friend, me, can come along.”
“Where are we going tonight?”
“It’s a secret. A motel.”
“What if Jim wants to go out tonight?” She watched Crissi’s face.
Crissi hesitated for only a minute. “Not tonight. Tell him tomorrow night. There’s another party and you’re invited.”
“Costume?”
“Come as you are.” Crissi nodded toward the platform. “Watch how she pretends she doesn’t understand how he wants her to stand. She does it deliberately so he’ll have his hands all over her.”
“How’d you become a ho?”
Crissi looked down. “Something like last night but--“
“Then you know!”
“But not exactly the same. Few choose out of the blue like you.”
“But you like it?”
Crissi nodded. “I’m like you in some ways. Some ways not. Girls are more--“
“Was it hard?” Julie was thinking of Amy whom she’d not seen in school today, hadn’t seen since last night when Alexander had brought Amy to that house.
Crissi nodded not looking at Julie. “Crystal needs a break.” She got up and went to wait at the front of the class.
While Crissi modeled, Crystal worked on a drawing in a seat close to the platform. Julie sat alone until Jim sat next to her. Julie smiled at him and returned her gaze to Crissi on the platform. “Why does the light have to be so mediocre in here?” she asked. She didn’t look at him.
“When they go to college, those who remain with art, they’ll have more opportunities with the figure. Anatomy, male models, better lighting. Having you girls model was a huge step for the Board.”
“Male models?” She tried to imagine a naked man in a room full of dressed women.
“I modeled to help pay my fees. You can make pretty good money doing that.”
“You as a general term, not me specifically.”
“You, Julie.”
“I’m fat.”
“You hold a pose well. You have an interesting body.”
“Oh boy. Look. I can’t go out with you tonight. I think I’m going to a party tomorrow night and besides, Crissi wants to come along.”
“Maybe Monday.”
“I’ll have to ask my boyfriends.”
He grinned at her. “Tuesday, and that’s my last offer.”
“Crissi can come too?”
“If you’ll say yes.”
“Why don’t you ask Crystal. She’s pretty. Nice body, good looking. Wants to have you touch her.” She watched his face; nothing showed.
“Crystal’s a nice girl.”
“And I’m not.”
He smiled slowly. “You have extremely attractive qualities.”
“Do you think I should cut my hair and dye it?”
He studied her. “How short?”
“Page boy.”
“It’s thick enough. Straight bangs. What color?”
“Black. Jet-black. I don’t need lipstick if I give enough blowjobs.”
He laughed. “Sure about tonight?”
“The black eye’s what did it. Right?”
“Watching you at the mall, Tuesday.”
She felt an unexpected flush. She hadn’t thought anything could arouse her today. “You saw me?”
He nodded.
“You don’t know how happy that makes me.” She gave him a smile. “No one’s looking. Want to stick a finger in?” She winked and they both laughed. She remembered Amy, became somber and said, “You’d better not.”
Chapter Twenty-two
In the motel room, not a Super 8, another motel whose name Julie didn’t catch, Frank was talking as she finished her dinner. She interrupted, “Don’t you guys ever eat anywhere other than McDonald’s?”
“Most restaurants have a strong no whore policy, dear.” Frank started to resume what he was saying.
“How come she gets to dress up and I don’t?”
“You haven’t been paying attention.”
“Have too.”
“Crissi is Jacqueline, I’m René, Jerry, because of his predilections is Sir Stephen, and you, dear heart, are O. The all encompassing O.”
“If this entails sex, I don’t want any.”
“The Story of O, which we’ll reenact scenes of, requires that O have lots of sex.”
She licked the ketchup off her fingers. “After the horrors of last night, no way.”
“Then we’ll gag and bind you, dear heart, toss you into a corner and Crissi can be O.”
“Will she wear clothes if she’s O?”
“Probably. At least part of the time.”
“That’s not fair. Why do I always have to be naked?”
“Finished?” Frank asked.
“Done.” She balled up the wrappers and stuffed them into the paper bag.
“O in the beginning of the book chooses her course because of love. Since that would be a stretch for you, we’ll begin where O gets to choose, once and for all, if René and Sir Stephen can do anything they want to her.”
“The answer is no.”
“There are many delightful scenes. O with Jacqueline. O with René. O with Sir Stephen. O with a host of others. O is watched, dear heart, closely. She’s displayed in a variety of manners, some of which we can’t reproduce tonight. Bound and whipped between two pillars, shown by Sir Stephen to the man who used her the night before and wants her for his own. Once the man realizes what O is, he uses her mercilessly thereafter.”
“And this is to take my mind off of last night? No way. I was bound, beaten, fucked without mercy or pleasure on my part, listening to my friend being raped in the room overhead.”
“The difference is, dear heart, you consent to what we do to you. You consent to having people who care for you, use you in a manner everyone will find enjoyable.”
“Me and Crissi?”
“O and Jacqueline, watched extremely closely by Jerry, Sir Stephen, who, to keep his mind on his role will be interfered with by me.”
“Interfered with?”
“Probably he means his prick up Jerry’s butt, Julie,” Crissi said.
“That might be fun, but I don’t know.”
“Bound and gagged, dear heart,” Frank said. He pointed to a corner of the room. “We’ll put you there. You would watch but not play.”
“We don’t need to do everything in order,” Crissi said, “do we? And our O could consent each step of the way. Couldn’t she? You’re taking liberties elsewhere.”
“Jerry?” Frank asked.
“If the choice is, right away watching O and Crissi here with you in me, to, say, the tedious middle part where I repeatedly take O in the mouth or ass, I think you know my feelings in the matter.”
“And there’s the other scene,” Crissi said. “Where O is used for days, in the dark, by individuals or groups. If you two weren’t such wusses, we could do some grocery shopping and I could participate with something more substantial than my fingers.” She held up two fingers and grinned at Julie. “We’ll just have to make do.”
“That might be nice too, but I don’t know,” Julie said as she looked at her toes. “Last night wasn’t any fun.”
“Okay,” Crissi said. “Skip the Story of O. Julie stays here and gets some rest and you guys take me to a nice bar somewhere. I’ll fuck for drinks, we’ll each get loaded in the appropriate manner and come home and go to sleep.”
“No bars, Crissi,” Frank said looking at Jerry. “We’re trying to keep a low profile, remember?”
“Okay then.” Crissi glanced at Julie and winked. “We stay here. You two fuck me silly. Julie can have the other bed and watch TV.”
Jerry didn’t look enthusiastic. Frank looked at him, turned to Crissi. “We can have one bed, you and Julie the other.”
“Julie?” Crissi asked.
“I guess so.” She shrugged. “I want to be held but I don’t want anyone to touch me.”
“Final option. Say yes or no, Julie,” Frank said in his stern voice.
“You’re not going to tell me?”
Frank shook his head. “Quick. Don’t think too hard.”
She shut her eyes and thought. She gave a nod.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
“Then come here, you fucking whore. It’s show time.” Frank grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her toward him. “March.”
“Owww.” She held his hand gripping her hair. He moved her toward the dresser.
“Up.” He let go of her hair and she climbed onto the dresser. “Spread your legs.” He slapped them apart. “Now go at it to beat the band.” Frank grasped her chin and held it while they kissed. “Don’t stop but you can’t come either. Use your fingers. How many, Jer?” He turned to Jerry.
“Three.”
“Fuck yourself with three fingers.” He pushed her against the wall, took her wrist and controlled her motions. “Like that, you cruddy little cum whore.”
“Yuck whore,” Julie whispered.
Frank grinned at her. “You wish.” He left her, sat on the bed next to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out the pad. He balled up sheets of paper. “Each person gets ten throws.” He took a pen from the drawer and came back to Julie. “If you hit within the circle, here,” he drew a six inch circle around her left nipple, “then you win and have complete control of our little whore for fifteen minutes, and everyone else in the room, to do with as you want.” He held the balls to Jerry. “Pussy boy throws first, then you,” to Crissi, “then me and start all over again. Frankly, I don’t think pussy boy can hit the side of a barn. See, he throws like a sissy.”
Julie blinked each time a wad of paper came at her. Most hit her body, but none hit the spot. Jerry picked up the balls of paper and took them to Crissi.
“I know what I want to do,” Crissi said as she threw the first wad. Wads two through ten were closer but far from the mark.
“My turn,” Frank said. He jumped up and gathered the paper balls. “I’m going to hit her right here.” He gave Julie’s nipple a pinch.
Julie watched him aim, stop and test the weight of the ball and aim again. He was about to throw when Jerry said, “The sodomite can’t hit the side of a barn.” Frank looked at him, aimed again. He tossed the wad and it hit squarely in the circle. So did six of the others.
“One hour forty-five minutes. Think you can stand it?” He picked up the balls and handed them to Jerry. “See if you can do better, faggot.”
Jerry took longer in his throws and made four. “An hour, Julie.”
“You boys remembered the crisco, didn’t you?”
“Who said you could talk?” Frank came up to her. “Faster,” he said. “Like this.” He controlled her hands, pushed one aside and stroked her clit. “The whore really wants it. Don’t you?”
Julie watched Crissi over Frank’s shoulder. She wished he didn’t block Crissi’s view. “I’m not sure.” Frank kissed her and used his own fingers. “Ummm, I’m not supposed to.” She held his shoulders. “You know.”
Frank stepped aside so they could watch her. “I’m going to--“ She didn’t have a chance to finish.
“You dirty little yuck whore. That’s all you think about, isn’t it?”
Julie held on as he continued to finger fuck her. “Please. I’m supposed to be good. I can’t be good if you--“
“It’s my turn,” Crissi said. “Then you throw again.”
Frank stopped and stepped aside. “You’d better pick the paper balls up yourself. My fingers are slimy.” He leaned into Julie’s face. “Who said you could stop? Who? Lick your slop off.” He held a finger at a time to her lips.
Crissi threw and made five. “Your turn, Frank, and then we really need to do something quick. The poor girl is suffering.”
Frank walked away with the balls. “She’s going to suck my dick while Jerry fucks her ass good.” Frank grinned at Jerry. “Or well, as the case may be.”
“With crisco on,” Julie said. “Remember the crisco.”
“You’ll get the leavings,” Frank threw the first ball and hit her left nipple.
Julie jumped each time a paper wad hit her.
“Six,” Frank said. “An hour and a half. And who said you could stop, whore?”
“I was taking a rest, sir.”
“You’ll have plenty of opportunities to rest when you’re dead.”
“Fucked to death, no doubt.” Jerry stood and began taking off his clothes.
Crissi said, “Why not let the whore get the crisco?”
“Where is it?” Julie looked at Frank while she fucked herself.
“In the trunk. With our bags.”
“Make her bring them into the room in her teeth, Frank.” Crissi sounded gleeful.
“One hand, whore. The other on your clit. Here are the keys.”
Julie waited until he turned away. “What if?”
“What if what?” Frank spun quickly to her, helped her off the dresser.
“That was a rhetorical question, I guess. You really have bags?”
“Suitcases. Four,” Frank said. “You’ll be punished if you dawdle. As for you,” Frank turned to Crissi. “Strip.”
Julie came back with the can of crisco in one hand, her other lightly rubbing her clit. Crissi was naked and bent over, standing holding her ankles. “How do you do that?”
“Where are our bags?” Frank asked, looking over his shoulder, his penis in Crissi’s cunt.
“Coming, sir.” She left the door open this trip so she could be faster.
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