The Urinal — Part 2

Chapters 13 and 14

13.

Val's fingers played with Em's hair, two inches long now, which covered them. The tattoos on her head were totally obscured - only those who knew her then were aware they existed.

Em's lips caressed him as his cock slipped out of her mouth. She raised her eyes to his for a moment before Cunt jerked her leash and directed her to the next waiting cock.

The tattoo parlor was crowded Friday nights. Em worked for her ink and Cunt's piercings. Club worked on one or the other each week. Em's back was almost complete and with practice Club's work was improving.

Em's back was decorated with a grid, like iron bars or a plain grille, horizontal and vertical, spaced a few inches apart. Behind the grid, sometimes appearing over it on the foreground, were fish and naked women (Club did both well) entertwined.

The design was so complex it camouflaged the body it covered. The crack of her ass was left uninked, creating focus. The primitive penis and balls tattoo was covered though because Val knew it was there he could still see it.

Cum on the colored surface of her back could shimmer and glisten or disappear depending on where it fell.

Almost all the men wore condoms when she used her mouth. Her ass was Val's, doled out on special occasions only.

Club sat next to Val. "Your whores put on a good show."

"You're only jealous Cunt isn't performing too."

"She's just going to waste, man."

"I don't think so." Cunt's costume was economical tonight. A wide black leather belt, black tall boots and a cascade of tiny red chains from her collar that covered her shoulders, back and front, to just above her breasts. She wore a single bar joining her two nipples and her cunt rings had a cluster of links that hung below. Her lip and nose rings were dull black, matching the rings in her ears. Her head was shaved except for a strip that ran along the peak, front to back which was dyed a brilliant red.

Giving up her job was a major step for her. Being able to make money, not much, she wasn't surgically enhanced, as a fetish model, compensated in a small part for the economic loss of the mall job.

Cunt's bed in his apartment, a thick rug on the floor by theirs, her clothes and school things were all she had now. She saw her family but visits didn't last long. She had few friends at the university. Even an institution with over twenty thousand students, the majority commuting, had very few rebels, and those tended to form cliques.

Cunt's inner life flowered. She wrote a journal, stories sometimes, and had long conversations with Em who didn't talk. She wasn't celibate, but her desires at the moment weren't Em's.

"Both of them are lazy." Club watched Em intently.

"Because they don't participate in those elaborate plans of yours?"

"You know what I mean."

"No more parties and you know why. Em likes this and that's okay."

"Things just got a little out of hand." Club took a drink from the tallneck. "She needs her cunt flaps pierced. They're just begging for it."

"They beg for other things." Val watched Em crawl to the next man.

"What does the other feel like?"

Val smiled. "Why don't you ask her?"

"You know what I mean. She's a hot looking piece of ass."

"Have you ever read Lady Mary Wroth's Urania?"

"Somebody wrote a book called Your Anus?"

"Urania, in the early 1600s."

"Why'd she, this lady what's her name, call it Your Anus?"

"So people could get degrees, write books, get jobs where they can't fire you. You should read it."

"What are you talking about?"

Val tapped his forehead with his finger. "I call her Cunt because she has brains. You call her Cunt because that's where you want to stick your dick."

"She's a cunt, Val. You know that. I don't know what you're talking about. She's a cunt and cunts get fucked. If they're not getting fucked it's a waste, especially a cunt that looks like that."

"A difference of opinion." Em was on her knees, hands limp by her sides as the man using her thrust deeply into her throat. "Do you ever think about the reason for all this?" Val pointed to Em and the man. "What both of them get out of it. Why Em and not millions of other women?"

"You haven't made any sense all night. First books, and then fuck knows what and now what a cunt thinks while she's getting fucked. She's thinking she's damn lucky to have a chunk of manhood in her. That's what's she's for. This is all part of God's plan."

"I don't entirely disagree."

"That's good because I've seen you and your whore and the things you do to her and the other one."

Val sat back in his seat, put his hand behind his head and smiled.

"So don't pretend . . ."

"Are we having an argument?"

"If we are, you started it."

"I didn't mean to, Club. What I'm suggesting is that Cunt is a fine woman even if she isn't fucking."

"And I'm saying don't advertise like that if you don't want to get fucked. If she wants to be a nun, dress like one."

"I like the way she looks."

"So do I, but she's a tease, and if she doesn't put out, it will get taken one of these days and more power to the one who does it."

"Cunt," Val said loud enough for her to hear. She dropped he leash and walked over to him. "Have you decided to agree?"

She shook her head, looked back at Em.

"That's all."

She returned to Em, picked up the leash. She gave him a look, turned a quarter turn away from them.

"A little silicone, that's all she needs."

"Club, she's pretty definite about not doing it. I hope you can respect that. Em is different and if someone doesn't use her cunt tonight she'll feel unappreciated. Why don't you be the first?"

"Adam wouldn't be the first in that whore's cunt." Club put his beer down. "Look. I'll give you two hundred for an hour with Cunt. No one needs to know. Just you and me."

Val shook his head. "She's not for sale."

"Both of them are for sale, it's just her price is higher. Three hundred."

"She's not for sale. You want to borrow Em for an afternoon, we can see what we can work out."

"She's getting old, Val. Can't you tell? It was fun at first, but she's boring."

"If she's boring everyone, it's time to go then." Val stood. "Girls, we're leaving."

Club stood. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Relieving you of boredom and her sister temptation. Finish up, Em." Val took the leash.

"Val, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"We're leaving. Em's back is a beautiful piece of work, Club. Thank you."

Em stood, Cunt took her hand.

"You can't leave."

"We're boring you."

"That was just a figure of speech. A metaphor. You knew what I meant."

"Everyone, good night." Val led the girls to the door.

Club grabbed his arm.

Val stared at him as the girls left. He wanted to give Club the chance to let go on his own.

"Fuck," Club said. He released Val, left him. "Fuck you too, Mr. Hot Shot."

Val shut the door, met the girls at the car. "Let's leave."

Cunt sat in back; Em was quiet in the front. Usually she hummed during the drive home from the tattoo parlor.

Val drove quietly for a few minutes. "Are your clothes still back there?"

Em shrugged, Cunt said, "Yes."

"When we get to the apartment, stay in the car. I'll bring you two something."

"What happened?" Em looked back to Cunt and nodded.

"Club was discussing your finer attributes and how they were made for a man like him to use. I was fooling with him and he couldn't be distracted. I found myself just about ready to burn my bra, become a feminist, and pop the bastard. We left instead. We'll not go back. Club is trouble. I should have realized after that last party of his and cut him then."

"You said I could wear this."

"I know. It's Club, not what you were wearing or your name. Those were red flags, that's all. He had to charge. I've been thinking we should move from here."

"Right away?"

"Not right away. We need to be ready. We're outcasts, two whores and their whoremaster. The social order finds us an irritant, wants to expunge us. You kept track, didn't you, Em?"

She began grunting.

Val let them keep count; Cunt added the numbers to the spreadsheets. It was their "business" and business meetings, held weekly on Tuesday, involved deep analysis of the numbers and what they meant aided by all manner of charts and graphs. Em and Cunt spent hours trying to outdo the previous report in terms of graphic display. Em loved all the numbers; how many over all, doing what, when.

"Shit. The bag," Cunt said. "I'm sorry, Em."

Em moaned. Her bag of used condoms filled with cum had been left behind too. She could have cared less about her clothes, the bag was food.

14.

Val left Em and Cunt in the parked car with strict orders to stay until he returned with something for them to wear. He was in his apartment, searching in the bedroom closet when he heard the door open and close and their giggles. So much for strict orders.

They were waiting for him on the couch, trying not to grin.

"What if someone saw you?"

Cunt arched her eyebrow. Em began humming.

"I need a beer, you two will have to be satisfied with milk. Val went over to the TV and set up one of the early DVDs of Em to play, the sound down low. The film was shot at one of Bert's parties, calmer affairs generally than Club's. He could hear the girls in the kitchen. It was hard to keep a straight face around them; they were a couple of clowns, a kinky version of Laurel and Hardy.

The apartment had undergone changes over the months. Cunt's presence was visible if one looked: her books on the shelves, mess on the table by the computer where she worked on her school papers and thesis. Her costumes consumed a growing portion of the closet. Em's presence was more obvious. Locks and chains could be found lying where they'd been last used, her apparatus in the bedroom consisting of steel restraints stood against the wall by the bed, and the large wood A-frame rack in the living room.

Val had traded with Bert who made the A-frame. Bert had Em's company for a fishing trip he and a friend took one weekend. Val suspected they spent the whole time in a motel room on the edge of town.

The frame panels were seven feet tall, four feet wide, made of lumber assembled with sides, top and cross pieces. The two panels were hinged at the top and opened at the bottom. Their angle was adjustable. A floored panel had slots that the bottom bars of the upright panels fit into. It took two people to adjust the frame - one to lift an end of the floor, the other to move the vertical panels closer together or wider apart at the bottom. When lowered, the floor locked everything in place.

Val wondered if another panel couldn't be added to make two sides, a top and a floor. Rudimentary suspension could be done with the A-frame; more complex activities would be possible with the U-frame. Add two more sides to the U-frame and they'd have a pen.

There wasn't enough room as it was now and that was one reason for thinking of moving. Val suspected that they'd find it easier to live together, and meet Em's needs, if they were on the West Coast or somewhere in the urban northeast.

Cunt brought his beer and Em set their bowls full of milk on the floor. The telephone rang and Val answered. "Hello?"

"Val? This is Jerry."

"Hi, Jerry. How's Amy?"

"We're doing fine. Not ready for Christmas yet. It's hard to believe it's that time already. Listen. Bob and Frank will be back next week and we were wondering if you'd be interested in another game for old time's sake?"

"Rudy's on Sunday night?"

"That's right. Not this Sunday, next Sunday at six."

"I can't make it, Jerry. Besides, I'm not ready to give her up."

"I'd heard some things. I haven't been to Rudy's since forever."

"Since the last game. I haven't seen any of you since you dumped her on me. I'm not angry anymore. We've worked out things. Nancy and I broke up, which was to be expected considering. We're happy and my gain is you guys' loss. Sorry."

"You aren't supposed to keep her forever."

"I was only supposed to keep her for a week. Then there's be another game and someone would take their turn. No, we're happy, Jerry."

"Can we, like, borrow her?"

"You can rent her, Jerry. By the hour or day. It's not cheap because of her," he paused, "qualifications. She comes with a companion, Cunt, who is not, at this time, available for use. Perhaps you've seen Cunt on the web at Gord's and other sites. Cunt is willing to show off her various piercings and is, like Em, quite attractive."

Jerry didn't speak. Val thought he might be talking with someone else.

"Jerry," he said. "I'm busy right now. Why don't you call back?"

"Val, sorry. You were saying?"

"I'm busy right now. Why don't I call you back?"

"How much, Val?"

"How much what, Jerry?"

"The rent."

He held up one finger, Cunt shook her head. He held up two and she nodded. "Two hundred an hour, a discount for over five hours. Daily and weekends are available but we're busy, Jerry. I'll call you back."

"So much?"

"Look, Jerry. I'll call you back. There are lots of options. We have a website, everything." Val hung up, turned off the cellphone. "Bob and Frank will be back in town next week, Em. Interested in going back?"

She thought for a moment, gave a shrug.

"There are times, Em, when I wish you could say no. Should I call Jerry back?"

Em shrugged.

"Question time again. One, you want to stay. Two, you'd like to go back. Three, you'll stay but you want some time with Frank and Bob, say a day or two a week."

Em held up four fingers. She pointed to Cunt, to him, to herself, showed the four fingers.

"You're happy then?"

Em nodded.

"In spite of what I'm going to do to you when I'm finished with the beer."

Em grinned and pointed to her mouth.

"That depends on who wins the toss for the bottle. You know that."

She hummed.

"Go ahead and finish your milk."

Em grasped the bowl, brought it up quickly and splashed it on her face. She gave a squeal and laughed.

"One's bad enough," Val said to Cunt. "You drink yours."

Cunt hunkered over her bowl and began to nosily suck up the milk.

"Go on and position yourself, Em." Val watched Cunt as she drank. The first few weeks he was driven crazy trying to photograph or videotape everything. Now they set aside special times for using the camera.

The girl crawled to the frame and through the two panels over the crosspieces. In position, her arms were on one side, her legs on the other. She was on her hands and knees, her body supported by cross pieces.

Val set his empty bottle on the coffee table and went to the A-frame. He tied Em's wrists and knees in place and waited for Cunt to finish.

Cunt took her time drinking.

Val went over and turned up the sound on the DVD. A group of men were taking turns on Em, a line formed at each end, fucking her front and back. Not watching the screen it was possible to form an image of what was happening from the sounds. Bodies hitting bodies and liquid sounds. Grunts and the sound moving bodies made. Several of the men were vocal, one of the men using Em spat out words as he thrust, telling what she was and what he was doing to her. Others talked, giving a running commentary on what was happening, what they'd personally or collectively done and what they personally or collectively hoped to do to her, along with a commentary on who she was, how she felt, how she did things, her skills and lacks. All of these layers were happening at the same time, each moment one layer would be more prominent than the others.

"I'm done," Cunt said.

Val turned to her, found a coin in the pocket of his jeans on the floor by the desk. "Call it."

"Heads," Cunt said.

Val tossed. "It's tails. Sorry." He carried the bottle to Em and slowly pushed it partway in her vagina, bottom first. He walked around the frame and stood in front of Em.

Em watched him as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his erection waiting. Em lowered her head as much as she could. Val took a handful of hair and thrust.

Cunt undressed and waited, the crop in her hand.

Val held Em's head as he came and she gagged. Most positions she could do; for some reason, the angle of his cock maybe, she couldn't take him fully this way.

Cunt laid the riding crop at his side and crawled into the frame next to Em. Val just tied her wrists. He went behind them and standing swung the crop against Em's ass.

"Hold it," he said. He swung four more times, each time saying, "Hold it." After the last swing he said, "Good girl, Em."

He moved to Cunt. "Fifty," he said. "Keep count."

After each blow she gave the count. The blows were light at first. After ten they were heavier. After twenty heavier still and Cunt found it difficult to keep up.

"Thirty-five," Cunt said.

"Fifteen more," Val said and swung.

"Thirty-six."

"Fourteen more."

"Thirty-seven."

"Thirteen more, Cunt." Val swung. "Shall we rest?"

"Get it over with, you bastard."

"What's the count?

Cunt's mind went blank. "Thirty-seven?"

"Wrong. Twelve, plus fifty more."

"That's not fair."

Val swung.

"One."

Val swung and said, "It's been a week since I asked you the question. Do you want to be like Em, my possession to use as I see fit? No more college. No more costumes. All the cum and piss you can eat."

"Two," Cunt said.

Val swung and hit her hard.

"You fucker. Three."

"I'm going to take a break. Think about the question while I get a beer."

"No."

"No isn't a word used in this house."

"You use it all the time."

"My name isn't Empty or Cunt." He tugged the links hanging from her cunt lips. "Is it?"

"No, sir."

"Fifty more."

"Yes, sir."

Em hummed next to Cunt.

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