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Driving Lessons Chapter 15 |
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Marianne was waiting for me Saturday morning. Jethro handed me an envelope, told me not to wreck the car, which brought a smile to both their faces, and told me to be back Sunday at four, no surprises. She went to the car as I'd last seen her, wearing the Army blanket, with the addition of a pair of tall black patent leather heels. She carried a paper bag and that was all her luggage. Her hair was still wet from bathing and she looked like she'd been scrubbed clean. Gone was her done hair, lipstick and other facial fixings. She looked young and innocent. She sat next to me in the car, the bag to her right. She reached in and pulled out a no-name bottle of hooch and twisted off the cap. "We don't need to be there until seven, Brian." She took a drink and screwed the cap on. "We'll make a few stops along the way. There are things I need to do to properly prepare for my initiation. I have to be well-used. Congratulations." This week had been a number of goodbyes and this one was going to be harder than I expected. "We can ditch the car, Marianne. Go somewhere. You have a thousand. That would set us up, wouldn't it?" She stroked my leg. "We could but we won't. I'm going to a place you can't follow. It's okay. So no more talk about it." She gave my leg a squeeze, then reached for my crotch. "How is my old buddy?" "You know Candy left me?" "Whatever I've done, I've done for myself, Brian. I'm egotistical as you well know. I'm a bitch, try not to be but everything comes out that way. I don't care about Candy right now. She's making a big mistake. Whatever we did wasn't for her, it was for me." She unscrewed the cap and took another drink. "Let's go back to that place we went to Sunday. By the stream. You can fuck me there." She left the cap off and held the bottle with both hands. The skirt and blouse were still by the stream. She kicked the skirt and sat on it. "Here's good. I need you to paint me." She pulled out a bottle of paint and a brush from the bag. She dropped the blanket and said right here, pointing to above her breasts. "You know. Xeta whore. Big letters. More will be added later during the initiation, but this is how I'm to come to them." We fucked first, her on her hands and knees, and then I painted her. No kissing or making out afterwards. I carried the blanket back to the car, she the bag and we continued the trip. She told me about her week, taking sips now and again. "Jethro had three choices for me. Mistress for a week to one of dad's cronies. I would be bored to tears, so that was out. One of the common girls in his rooms, available to anyone day or night. That was okay. I'd have to wear a hood because dad comes down sometimes to slum. I don't care if he sees me, bag or not. Not at all. I couldn't drink though. Just colas. So that was out. The last choice was to be owned by a colored pimp. That sounded like fun. "Stanley deliberately made it hard for me to stomach. He was going to break me or send me crying home. I don't go crying home. He whipped me with a cane, so the marks would show, and he and his friends trained me, that's what they called it. Monday night he set me naked on my spot on the street next to a club favored by rich whites. I haven't worn a stitch all week. He remained close by and collected money from people who wanted to use me, there on the street, in a parked car, wherever. "There were times that first night I was on my knees on the slimy sidewalk, cars going by, giving a blowjob, the guy's friends waiting for theirs. Stanley always making sure everyone was arranged so people entering or leaving the club could get a good view. Women in minks stared, men in tux laughed as I performed in front of them. I imagine everyone knew who I was. Daddy's daughter, a negro's cock down her gullet, a common whore. "On Wednesday Stanley moved me to a mattress in a vacant lot next to a bar. Little kids would stand around and watch. Thursday, maybe because of the kids' mothers, Stanley moved me to a room. I always felt safe and cherished and could drink as much as I wanted, though strangely enough I needed less and less." She took a sip. "I'm nervous, of course. So this." She waved the bottle. "Paint's dry. Let's have another stop soon. Okay?" She leaned against my arm. "I feel safe with you, too, Brian, but it wouldn't work out. What you need is pretty much a one man girl. Thanks for not being obsessive. When I give you a blowjob, the last from me, later, I want you to shoot on my face. At first I felt sort of naked," she laughed, "out on the street like that. Hair not done, not wearing the proper clothes, you know what I mean. But it didn't matter. People didn't yell and scream; police watched from their squad cars and had a laugh. Poor little lost white girl. Nobody cared. And quickly I didn't either. Stanley paraded me all over the place. Men had me against their cars as their girlfriends waited inside, fuming no doubt. Everybody was having a lot of fun. Not the girlfriends but that was their own fault. "Stanley charged at first but I'm not sure it really mattered. It was a show. For all I know Jethro gave me to him, it's all Jethro's money in that envelope. People are pretty mad about the plant, down there maybe more than elsewhere since those are the only decent jobs. But everywhere they've all felt it. Angry but not mad at me. I was joining them in their revenge." She took a drink. "You know theirs tastes the same. I mean everyone's different a little, but the same. They're no bigger, no different, well there's a difference but it's not anatomical. Like you're different from Paul. Maybe more like them. So. Why don't you pull over here and fill my ass? Do it dry." She rubbed her hand down my arm. "I'm naked sitting here leaking your come and you aren't talking much." "Thinking. Sorry. So, do you want a burger or something?" "Go ahead, stop if you need to eat. We can do it in the parking lot if you want. Honey." She nuzzled my ear. "Sweetie." We made two stops before arriving at the campus. I had a reservation at the motel; I'd go there after dropping off Marianne. It was Saturday so we didn't try parking on Greek row. It was still early which she liked. It meant there was daylight for her performance. She told me if this didn't work out she'd go back to Stanley or maybe Jethro had an option equally good. She wasn't worried. She got out of the car and waited, leaving the blanket on the seat. I got out and asked, "Here?" "If you want, or in front of the Xetas." I wasn't feeling much like a circus bear at the moment so I told her here. She knelt at my feet and I held her head as she fucked me with her mouth, pushing her away and shooting on her when I was done. There wasn't much, we'd fucked three times while driving here. It was across her cheek and nose. She held my hand as she got up and I tucked myself back in. I was always self-conscious with Marianne, about myself and about how others were seeing us. A mixture of pride and nervousness and the walk to the House was the same, no more, no less, because of her nakedness, the words painted on her chest, and obvious signs of use. I felt like I was being drained emotionally. No matter what she thought, I thought this was a stupid idea. A mattress in a vacant lot next to a bar sounded much more wholesome. The people in that House were her kind of people, why she was drawn there, not my people. I was to keep a distance when we got to the sidewalk in front of the Xetas. She stood there yelling, "I'm back." When people inside started to notice, she began her song, doing a little dance with it. I can see her Monday night working on her routine between customers, out there next to the club, the minks and tux not understanding at all. How much she was putting her heart into doing this. I bet Stanley understood. She finished the song, started over. Others on the street and in the Houses were watching now, this beautiful woman offering everything she had to the Xetas. Windows opened and guys hung out. Someone shouted, "The dumb blond is back," which made her smile. She cupped her breasts, offering them while doing a sinuous dance, continuing her song. Jimmy and Paul came out, stood on the door step, as she began again, directing the song to them, not the House. They motioned her to come up and she shot a smile at me and ran to them. I have this memory of her breasts doing this fantastic dance during that run. I wanted to grab her and take her home with me. They talked for a minute and she motioned to me. I don't think they remembered the mascot thing at all. I don't think they liked or appreciated her or what she offered. They wanted to fuck and then put a woman down and she was easy. "They need the money, Brian. And then I can start my initiation." She was smiling more than I'd ever seen her do, her skin glowing under the dollop of my sperm. I pulled Paul aside, handing him the envelope. I told him, "You take care of her. Don't disappoint her, don't abandon her, don't hurt her. Or I'll come back and eviscerate you all and burn this place to the ground. Your heads will be on spikes. I'm not kidding at all. Don't ever hurt her. Understand?" He was going to make a fine chair of a board of directors soon. He pretended everything was okay. "You," I said to Marianne. "I'll be at the motel until eleven in the morning. This goes wrong, I can take you home." "Everything's okay, Brian." She gave my arm a squeeze. "I'm ready to be your Xeta whore," she said to them. The door shut behind her, things already were quiet again on Greek row, windows up on Xeta House. I found a place across from Sigma House and waited there an hour, hoping to see the girl, but didn't. I went to the motel, checked in, and once I was in my room, gave Sybil's dorm a call. Driving
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