Stories | Bingo’s Lair

The House Slut

1.

He shut down his computer and then wished he hadn't. She was so beautiful; he wanted to look at her picture again. The photo was so much more vibrant on screen than on the printout he'd made. He sat back in his seat and shut his eyes.

Sometime tomorrow, the twelfth, she said. He had the money ready.

He opened his eyes and rose to his feet. He walked to the kitchen, past the living room with its wall of windows overlooking the bright lights of the city. He hardly noticed. He opened the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk. He went to his old bedroom and sat on the couch. When he moved out to go to college five years ago his parents had made his bedroom into a study. They left this morning; his stuff was in boxes around him. He might as well move to his parents' room tonight. He could transfer his clothes and sound system tomorrow morning before she came.

He sat on the couch remembering getting that email from her, the second one, when she sent her picture. She was outside somewhere. That's all he could tell. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing and she looked incredible, better than a dream. Tall, blond, beautiful — face and body. Incredible body. He had a rush when he opened the picture file on the computer for the first time. He heard his blood pound, he tried to breathe.

She'd be sleeping with him tomorrow night. Keri and he in his parents' bed. Beautiful Keri.

His parents were on a world tour, taking a year off together. They gave him their apartment and money to keep it up.

He stood and went to his new bedroom and lay on the bed, his feet hanging off the edge.

He had seen Keri's ad a month ago. He was cruising the web and came to a page with advertisements by porn studios looking for actresses and actresses looking for studios. The ad that caught his eye was:

"House Slut

"Looking for a well-to-do master. I'll be your slut, naked all day, available anytime for you and your friends. Email me — Keriyourhouseslut@yahoo.com"

He had sent the email not expecting to hear from her.

Keri was fucking beautiful. She said he could do anything, anything. She hoped he had lots of friends. Fucking anything.

He got off the bed and carried his empty milk glass to the kitchen. He turned off lights as he went back to the study. He picked up his statistics textbook from his old room and carried it to his parents'.

That was the only way he was going to go to sleep tonight. Bore himself to death with statistics. He could wear himself out beating off but he wanted to save himself for her. Tomorrow he'd be buried up to the hilt in her warm pussy. Heaven.

He tossed the heavy book on the bed and began undressing. She hadn't asked about him, what he did, much of anything. He thought she'd be pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and she found out he wasn't some cruddy old man but a twenty-two-year-old stud.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He hoped he'd looked like a stud. He had gained some weight; he was almost up to one hundred twenty pounds. He turned and looked at himself sideways. He decided maybe looking too much wasn't a good thing.

He climbed under the covers and opened his textbook. God. He was tired already.

He imagined them sitting together in the dining room at breakfast before he had to leave for class. They'd like each other, talk instead of read. She'd watch his face, wondering if she pleased him. He smiled at her so she knew. She was naked, beautiful; her perfect breasts jiggling a little as she reached for a piece of toast.

He'd want her to wear her hair back; he didn't want anything to be covered.

Her toes would rub against his shin. Just looking at her gave him a hardon. She'd want to do it one more time before he left; he'd tell her no. He'd be strong, he'd get to class on time this morning. He'd rise, gather his books and she'd be at the door kneeling and begging him to let her suck his cock.

He opened his eyes and tried to read his book. His heart hammered; it felt like his tongue was swollen. He closed the book and dropped it onto the floor. He turned out the light and lay back.

It was going to be a long night waiting.

 

2.

He was a wreck by the time the doorbell rang. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night. He began to worry about her reaction when she realized he wasn't in his fifties. Maybe she liked older men with paunches. He hadn't thought about that. Maybe she had a thing for bald men. He hadn't thought about a million things.

Every time he looked at her pictures on the computer he wanted to cry. He didn't ever want her to be upset with him. He clicked onto the picture she'd sent of her shaved cunt. He could see the piercings on her clit hood and labia; bright silver rings that beckoned him to touch.

He had the money. First and last, she said. Two thousand a month, so it was four thousand in an envelope in hundred dollar bills.

The doorbell rang and everything fell apart. He kicked his shin on the coffee table getting up. He stumbled and almost knocked over the lamp. The money flew out of the envelope across the room, a shower of bills.

The doorbell rang and then he heard knocking as he picked up the money and stuffed it back into the envelope. He limped to the door, took a deep breath, then opened it smiling.

A short, strange looking girl with green hair smiled at him. Her coat was wet and he could smell something.

"Yes," he said.

"I'm your slut. Keri couldn't come so she sent me. Can I come in? This is the right place, isn't it?" She smacked her head. "Oh, God. Don't tell me this is the wrong place."

He opened his mouth to speak, opened the door wider to let her in. As she walked past he could tell that it was her he was smelling. Fishy. He shut his mouth.

"Nice place," she said walking to the windows. She took off her coat and let it drop onto the floor.

She wore a plaid miniskirt, green stockings, torn in several places, and that was it. Not top of any kind. He could see several tattoos on her back but they were the type where you had to get close to see what they were. He kept his distance.

"Is your dad here?" she asked turning to him.

She had small breasts, not much of a figure. He wasn't sure she was pretty.

He shook his head.

"Damn," she said, walking past him. She sat on the couch, raised her black boots to the coffee table and settled them on a book.

He shuddered. The fishy smell was her, not the coat. "My parents are away for the time being. Where's Keri?"

She smiled. "Where's the money and I'll tell you." She pinched her nipples to make them erect.

He sat in the chair opposite her and set the envelope on the table by her wet boots. The book was ruined.

She smiled at him, picked up the envelope and looked in it. "All here?"

He gave a nod.

"This really rich man wanted Keri so she called me. She said you'd understand. I'm a good slut, sluttier than her." She grinned. "Don't tell her I said so." She knocked the toes of her boots together and a bit of mud fell off.

"So you're . . ."

"I'm it." She held her hand out to him. "Pixie is what people call me."

He looked at her.

"For pixilated." She made a face at him. "Wooga wooga." She waved her fingers. "And you are?"

"Dan."

"Go on, I don't bite." She wiggled her fingers at him.

He touched her hand. She grabbed his hand and gave it a vigorous shake. "I don't bite unless you want me to bite." She let go and stood. "Anything to eat? I'm starved."

He watched her unfasten her skirt and let it drop to her feet. He saw she wore green tights. There was a large damp spot at her crotch.

He let out a breath and stood. "This way."

"Want a blowjob?" he heard her ask behind him as he walked to the kitchen.

He thought about it, decided he didn't. Not right now. He turned.

She stood with her skirt hanging from her fingers. She looked around the kitchen. "Nice place. I'm going to like it here." She dropped the skirt onto the counter. "Just a sandwich would be okay for now."

She sat on the floor and untied her boots. She looked up at him. "Anything. Peanut butter and jelly is okay." She tossed her boot so it hit the baseboard leaving a black mark. She looked up at him. "You have any cheese whiz?"

He shook his head.

"You'll need to get some cheese whiz. I love cheese whiz." She tossed her other boot so it landed by its mate.

She hooked her fingers into the waist of the tights and raised her butt as she pushed down. She then worked the tights down her legs. "Whew. I smell like a cheap whorehouse, don't I?"

She stood and dropped her tights onto the counter next to her skirt. "Any kind of sandwich is okay for me. Any beer? Anything to smoke? You're not into crack, are you?"

He shook his head.

"I didn't think so. Too bad. As long as you have plenty of cheese whiz I'm a happy girl." She leaned against the counter. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

He shook his head, turned from her and opened the cupboard door for peanut butter and jelly. He set the jars on the counter, then moved them so they weren't close to her clothes.

"That's good. I was wondering, the way you were looking at me. Haven't had any in a while, forgot what a girl looks like, hunh?"

He opened the bread and took out four slices. Two for him, two for her. He resealed the bread.

"Don't talk much, do you?"

He shook his head. He got out two plates and a knife. He began to make sandwiches.

"That's okay. I'm not here to talk to, am I?" She laughed.

He stood absolutely still. Her laugh grated against every nerve in his body.

"I hitchhiked from Madison, Wisconsin, you know the," she paused. "God, I forgot, no. The dairy state. Bet you've never met a slut with Alzheimer's before, have you?"

He shook his head.

He heard her say behind him, "Boy, what they say about truckers is true. Horny motherfuckers. That last truck stop was murder."

He turned and handed her the sandwich on the plate.

"Four hours, constant, in my pussy or in my ass. I'm a bit sore." She smiled shyly. "Sorry. I know you were hoping for a fresh slut. Maybe tomorrow. I give great blowjobs. You want one?"

He shook his head as he walked past.

She followed him into the dining room and sat next to him. She grinned at him and then picked up the sandwich and took a big bite. She asked while chewing, "Well, what are your plans? Parties? I'll fuck all your friends. Girls, too. Hell, I'm not shy, am I?"

He shook his head and watched her eat. When she was done with her sandwich he passed his to her. She smiled at him.

"I have no idea how many men I've fucked in the past three days. Maybe two hundred." She swallowed her mouthful. "Or three hundred." She took another bite. "That was fun." She winked at him.

He wondered what it would take to get her to leave.

She pushed both empty plates away.

"I bet you're wondering what's going to keep me from taking the four thousand and leaving?"

"The thought crossed my mind."

"You don't need to worry. I'm here for two months. I'll fuck anyone you want me to." She laughed. "Don't look so dour. You can trust me. Destroy my clothes, well, not my boots. You have a fireplace?"

He stared at her.

"Burn them. Sure you don't want a blowjob?"

"I'm sure."

"Dan your real name? Pixie isn't my real name. That's my slut name."

"Dan's my real name."

"Cool, Dan." She turned toward him and spread her legs. "You think I should let it grow back or do you like it shaved?"

He stared as she used her fingers to open her labia.

"Sure you're not a virgin?"

"I'm not a virgin."

"Not a virgin, what, Dan?"

He stared at her.

"I'm not a virgin, Pixie, Dan. Go on, say it. Why be so formal?"

"I'm not a virgin, Pixie."

She smiled as she fingered her slit. "You like cream pie? I'm sure some is left."

"You didn't use condoms?"

"God, Dan. I'm a slut. Sluts don't use condoms." She licked her finger and then resumed fingering her slit.

"But aren't you afraid of HIV, other sexually transmitted diseases?"

She shook her head. "I'll be surprised if I live to be twenty-two. Some trick will bash my head in to get out of paying for a five dollar fuck." She shut her eyes and used both hands, one in her cunt, one on her clit. "This feels so good, Dan. You have a camera? You can take pictures." She opened her eyes and stopped moving her fingers. "We can make movies. Won't that be fun?"

He watched her shut her eyes and resume working her fingers. She shuddered after a few minutes, stopped, then opened her eyes. "Sure you don't want a blowjob? I love the taste of cum. You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow it all or you can cum on my face. We can let it dry and when your friends come to visit they'll know what we've been doing." She grinned. "As if they haven't already guessed, you lucky dog, you. Want a blowjob?"

He shook his head. "I'm okay for now."

"What?"

He saw her grin. "I'm okay for now, Pixie."

She rose to her feet. "I could use a nap. Where's our bed?"

He stood. "This way. You need to shower first."

She took his arm. "Want to wash my back?"

He ignored her.

* * *

They ate dinner in stony silence. He told her to do the dishes and she did them, without saying a word. He walked to the computer room. He left the door open; he wanted to hear if she broke any dishes.

He sat in his chair and swiveled back and forth as the computer booted up. He had to admit she looked better after her shower. Maybe he could get her to change her hair color to something a bit less vile. Her laugh still grated on him. She was an incredible slob. She didn't use condoms. That was the kicker. He wondered if it was safe even to kiss her. Probably sluts didn't kiss.

He hadn't even thought about condoms. Hadn't thought about any of that. He needed to do some research on the web.

He felt her hand on his shoulder.

"Dan, I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot this afternoon." She gave his shoulder a squeeze.

He shut his eyes and felt her fingers press against his shirt and skin. Knowing that she was naked and willing didn't help matters. He wished he had beat himself off raw last night. Her fingers felt nice.

She leaned past him, put her hand on the keyboard. "Select the address bar," she said.

He dragged and the letters were highlighted.

She typed a complicated URL and then tapped the Enter key. She watched the screen, turned and smiled at him. "Enjoy." Her hand left his shoulder. "You have cable don't you? I'll see what I can rustle up on TV."

He stared at the pictures of her on the screen with the men. They looked huge next to her. Her hair was blue in the pictures and she had fewer tattoos. He saw the link for the video and clicked it.

Windows Media Player flashed onto his screen and began loading the video. It was a big file. He clicked back onto the page with the pictures and scrolled down.

He'd never seen anything like this, a woman held between two men, in the air, on her back. One was fucking her pussy and the other had his cock in her mouth. Her hair hung straight down. He imagined it swaying as they fucked her.

He heard moans. He brought up the video and watched it over and over until he couldn't stand it any more. He went to the web page, right clicked on the video link and saved it to the hard drive. He created a folder and saved the page with the pictures. He'd have to copy this stuff to a CD before his parents came back.

They'd kill him if they found porn on their machine. They'd kill him if they found Pixie here with him. He wouldn't blame them. He must have been crazy to do anything like this. He heard her laugh in the other room. He watched the video another time, then closed Player.

He let out a breath. She didn't look that bad really. Trim instead of voluptuous like Keri. He wondered if Keri could have done the things he'd seen Pixie do.

He tried backtracking the URL but was denied permission. He hadn't seen her use a password. Interesting. He went back to the page and took one last look before returning to his research project.

Urgent research project. He felt like he was about ready to split into two. He had some shopping to do tomorrow.

* * *

She was waiting for him in bed when he came out of the bathroom. He was embarrassed about the hardon. Every time he saw her now; he couldn't do anything about it.

She grinned at him, flicked the covers off her. "Now I know you want a blowjob."

He lay next to her and she took his cock in her hand. She began to stroke it; he held her hand still. "Please don't."

She turned to him after kneeling by his cock. "You don't want me to suck you?"

He shook his head.

"Are you into bondage and S and M? Is this a S and M thing you're doing?"

He shook his head.

"Handjob then? You can come in my mouth." She ran her tongue between her lips. She gave his cock a squeeze.

He looked at her eyes, then nodded slowly.

She winked at him. "Want to stick a finger or two in my pussy?"

He shook his head.

"Whatever," she said. She stroked his cock.

He came after two strokes, shooting hard, hitting her face before she had a chance to open her mouth. She turned to look at him. "Well damn, Dan." She laughed. She plunged her mouth onto his cock.

He could feel her tongue on his cock. He knew he should push her away but it felt too good to stop.

She raised her head. "See, Dan. I don't bite." She sat, still holding his cock with one hand, while she used the other to scoop cum from her face into her mouth. "Yum."

When she was done she curled next to him.

He could smell his cum on her. He reached over and pulled the covers onto them. He lay on his back, feeling her hand on his chest.

"Any time you want to fuck me, you can. I think I'm okay now. Just go at it; you don't even need to wake me up." She tapped his nipple. "My ass is still sore, though."

He gave a nod. Fifty-nine more days, or was it sixty? He thought about the video he saw. The men hadn't used condoms. He wondered if it was safe to do anything with her.

Maybe it didn't really matter. Maybe he'd be extra careful and three months from now he'd be killed by a bus while crossing the street. It could happen. He felt her settle against him. He turned out the light and thought about it for a second before settling his arm over her.

He heard her say softly, "I was frightened you'd be like some men and want to slap me around or tie me up. I mean you can piss on me and shit, but this is nicer, isn't it?"

He nodded his head. He'd felt like slapping the shit out of her several times today. He wondered what kind of person he was.

She started snoring. Loud, grating, worse than her laugh.

He tried to remember a few minutes ago, couldn't. He tried to remember the video, couldn't. What he could remember was the mud falling from her boots onto the coffee table.

 

3.

Although the subway train was packed and he was being continually jostled, he was able to go through the past several days' events in his mind. Tuesday Pixie arrived and nothing had been the same since.

Wednesday morning he put all, or most at least, of his parents' valuable possessions into his old bedroom and locked the door. The ones he could move that is. Everything in the apartment was valuable to them. He hadn't thought about having someone like Pixie in their home and leaving her alone all day.

He was late for class; not that he missed anything. It was impossible to miss anything in statistics class. Statistics was gibberish. He debated going back to the apartment and checking on Pixie before shopping. He decided to shop first.

The clerk gave him such a look when he checked out. A box of latex gloves, saran wrap, several brands of condoms, several types of lubricants, a bottle of glycerin and finally, the kicker, ten cans of cheese whiz. He knew everyone in the store was staring at him. Especially when the clerk called her friends over from the other registers to look at what she just rang up.

After dinner Pixie (who hadn't left; he was amazed) decided to show him what it looked like when she tried to shove a two liter bottle up her cunt. He stared in astonishment as she tried and tried, getting red in the face, finally deciding she couldn't because she was too tight. She set the bottle on the dining room table telling him he was lucky to have a slut who was still tight.

He escaped to the computer room and found himself watching the video of her with the men over and over.

Thursday was no better. She threw a fit because there was no more cheese whiz. For some reason she had the idea that he wanted to eat the crap off her bare skin.

He threw a fit because when he came home she was still there; he figured after Wednesday night she might leave. He threw a fit because the place looked like a pigsty. Stuff strewn all over. He couldn't tell but he thought she'd sprayed cheese whiz on herself and then pressed her naked body onto the living room windows. That's what he thought had happened. It looked like afterwards she had lolled on the couch before washing the crap off herself but not off the windows or the couch.

She greeted him at the door with her complaints asking him why didn't he bring anyone over to fuck her if he wasn't going to. The Thursday update was her ass was okay now; he could fuck her there if he wanted. Did he want a blowjob?

After a very quiet meal he went to the computer room but it wouldn't boot up. There was cheese whiz on the mouse so he had a pretty good idea what the problem was. He went to find her. She was on the floor, on her back, a candle sticking out of her twat, legs by her ears, watching what looked like the Playboy Channel. She wanted to know if he was ready to light her fire.

Walking to the apartment building, two blocks from the subway, he remembered her bursting into tears. She didn't know what was wrong. She was cruising the web and then blooey, everything went black. She seemed to think either a blowjob or a fuck would help the matter. He turned and left her.

Not getting any sleep because of her snoring wasn't helping any. He felt guilty so he didn't make her sleep on the couch. He felt guilty about a lot of things. A blowjob or a fuck wasn't going to help any.

He watched that movie and wham he was hard as a rock. He got hard just thinking about that movie. She'd laugh or snore or wave a can of cheese whiz in his face and it was gone. All desire disappeared, replaced by the sincerest form of loathing.

As he rode the elevator he thought about how he wasn't going to get laid until she was gone. He couldn't have anyone over. He could, but he liked his friends too much.

He didn't loathe her all the time. Sometimes she surprised him and he thought she looked cute. Generally that happened just before she did something with a two-liter bottle or her fingers. Generally before she said something stupid like if he didn't want her to give him a blowjob should she bring the vacuum cleaner into the bedroom for him to use. She'd like to watch.

Her grousing about missed opportunities grated. She figured she had only a few years left in her slut life. Each minute was precious. She wanted to fill each moment remaining with slut acts. Each minute she wasn't actually sluttish, i.e., with a cock or two in her various holes, was a minute wasted. She hoped the next two months wouldn't be like the past few days.

He got off the elevator and heard a loud bass thum, thum, thum, sound. It was louder the closer he got to the apartment.

He was beginning to seethe when he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He boiled over when he walked in. It was loud in the apartment and it was filled with people. A red haired girl, not natural red, bottle scarlet, smiled at him and resumed talking to a tall thin guy with multiple facial piercings.

Someone had spray painted a design on the windows and carried the design over onto the wall to the right. Black and red spray paint with runs. There were twenty or so people in the room; it sounded like a live band was playing close by, maybe in the dining room.

The door bumped his back. He stepped aside. Five more people walked in. A short plump girl grinned at him and held up a handful of DVDs.

"You must be Dan," she shouted. He could barely hear her. "You'll want these." She shoved the DVDs into his hand and left him.

He dropped his book bag on the floor and flipped through the packages. More movies of Pixie, some with Keri it looked like. Someone pounded his shoulder and he looked up.

"Pixie said she'd give us all blowjobs when you got here." The dark-haired guy was earnest. He wore a black DK t-shirt with baggy gray pants. He was attempting to grow dreadlocks; he had a ways to go. "Well?"

He set the DVDs on the table by the door by an ashtray filled with roaches. He hoped pot was all they were doing. He followed the guy through the living room, past the band, a guitarist and a bass player standing on the dining room table. In their shoes of course. Past the kitchen filled with giggling girls, some of them cute, to the hall.

The girl standing in the hall slapped his guide and jerked Dan's wrist.

"This way you bastard. Your slut needs you," she yelled. He passed his guide holding his hand up to his cheek and grinning like he was in love. She led him into the bedroom, his parents' room, past the couple making out on the bed. Maybe they were done or just getting started; they had cast off most of their clothing. Into the bathroom where Pixie was bent over the toilet, vomiting.

"She's your slut, hold her head or something," the girl shouted. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. She wore black boots, black miniskirt and corset. She was beautiful when she was angry.

"Is she giving blowjobs yet?" The eager guy stood behind her.

"Fuck off, Artie," she yelled. She pushed him out of the bathroom, following him and shutting the door behind her. The walls vibrated from the bass notes.

Pixie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled awkwardly at him, then turned back to the toilet. She fell to her knees and hugged the commode.

He leaned against the wall. "You feel like telling me what all this is?" he asked. With the door shut he could stand a few feet away and his shout would be heard.

"I'm sorry," she said moaning into the toilet. He couldn't hear her the first time so he had to kneel by her.

The toilet smelled foul, he flushed it.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Like the party? You need to relax. You're all tensed up."

"You're sorry for what?"

"I can't give you a blowjob right now." She dry heaved. "You can fuck me if you want." She raised her bare ass and swung it in his direction.

He read the writing on her butt. "Slut holes," with two arrows. He shut his eyes for a moment, then stood. He looked at her for another moment then left.

Artie met him at the door. "Is she giving blowjobs yet?"

He shook his head. The couple on the bed were past making out. He tapped the kid taking off his clothes to join them. "You have to leave. Out. Now. I'm calling the police."

The kid looked at him in astonishment for a moment then raised his pants.

"All out," Dan yelled. "All of you." He walked to the kitchen. The beautiful girl was there with three other girls.

"She okay?"

"You all have to leave now. The party's over."

The girl gave a nod. "I'll help you."

It took a half-hour to clear most of the apartment. Dan went back to the bathroom. Artie was inside with Pixie.

"Out," Dan said.

"But she said she'd give us all blowjobs."

"Out."

Artie shook his head and left. Dan closed the bathroom door.

He knelt by Pixie who was sobbing over the toilet. He touched her shoulder. "You, too. Out."

She shook her head, she raised her head and looked at him. "I'm sorry. I thought the paint would come off."

"Out, Pixie. Go."

"Can't I stay? Please. I'll be good."

He shook his head. "You've ruined my life. Go. Please go."

She gave a slow nod. "You want a blowjob before I go? We can fuck."

He stood. "Please go." He left the bathroom.

Artie was waiting by the door. "She ready to give blowjobs yet?"

"She's ready," Dan said. "Only not here. Why don't you take her home with you?"

Artie stared at him.

He heard the toilet flush, then water run into the sink. Pixie came out a moment later red-eyed, a bit green in the face still. Some of the spray paint had landed on her right side, from her head down to her hip. He hadn't seen that before.

She gave him a smile, her lips trembling. "Can I come back tomorrow?"

He shook his head. "Go."

She looked at Artie.

"I told Artie he could take you home with him. You can be his slut."

She shook her head. "That's okay."

Artie followed her out of the room.

He looked around at the disheveled bed, the tipped over beer can on the dresser, beer dripping onto the carpet, the cigarette stubs in one of his mother's bone china plates. He followed them to the door.

"That's it?" the beautiful girl asked.

He nodded. He watched Artie give Pixie his jacket and them leave. She was barefooted. He exhaled, shut the door and then yelled and kicked the wall. His shoe went through the plaster.

"I'll help you clean up," she said. "My name is Jane. Yours is Dan, right?"

He nodded, twisted his foot and pulled it out of the hole in the wall.

"You'll feel better if you clean up this place rather than sitting down and moping." She brushed her fingers across his sleeve. "I'll help you clean up. Okay?"

"Okay. Thanks."

She gave him a bright smile and started to pick up. He went into the kitchen to find some garbage bags.

The crazy thing was he was sorry to see Pixie go. He worried about her. She wasn't that bad. He was afraid if she didn't leave he'd kill her at worst, hit her at best. He'd never felt like hitting anyone before. Not like this. He pulled several bags from the roll. His hands were shaking.

"Want me to strip like your slut?" Jane asked behind him.

He turned and stared at her smiling face. He shook his head.

"No?" She took two bags from his fingers. "Maybe later, then. After dinner, my treat." She gave him a wink and left the room.

She was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Keri, but beautiful nonetheless. More beautiful than Pixie. It was funny. He'd never thought of Pixie as beautiful before but she was.

He went into the living room to help Jane pick up. He saw the DVDs on the table by his books. He carried the books and DVDs into the computer room and began picking up there.

 

4.

He got off the elevator and saw her sitting by the apartment door, a black garbage bag by her side. Her green hair was mostly blond roots now. She had her head resting on her bare knees. She wore a short dark skirt and a plaid shirt. She didn't move as he approached.

"Pixie," he said.

She nodded. She spoke quietly, sounded as if her nose was stuffed. "I have nowhere else to go. I'm sick and I can't spend another night out on the street." She didn't look up at him.

He stood and watched her. She brushed the hair from her face and looked up at him. The skin between her lip and her nose was raw, her eyes red and bloodshot and she was pale. She gave him a smile. Her lips were white and chapped.

He knelt and touched her head. Her skin was hot. "All right. You can come in." He rose to his feet and held out his hand.

She took his hand, wiped her eyes with her other. She was crying. She rose to her feet, swayed when she bent to pick up the garbage bag.

"I'll get that for you. Go on in."

He picked up the bag and followed her into the living room. He had managed to scrape most of the spray paint from the windows in the last month. The wall needed to be repainted. He still didn't know what he'd do about the furniture.

He shut the door and set the garbage bag on the couch. "Make yourself at home. I'll make some tea. You drink tea, don't you?"

"Herbal," She fell into the couch.

"Take your shoes off before putting your feet on the table."

"I'm sorry, Dan. I didn't mean for it to come out this way."

"Can you take aspirin?"

She nodded.

He left her and went to the hall closet. He found a blanket, carried it back into the living room. She was dozing. He laid the blanket over her and went to the bathroom for aspirin. He dumped two into his hand and poured a glass of water. He carried them to her.

He sat on the couch next to her and tapped her shoulder.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Thanks." She swallowed the aspirin and handed him the empty glass. "I heard Jane was living here."

"She left two weeks ago."

"She never stays very long with anyone."

He stood. "Soup?"

She nodded and began to cry.

"Go on back to the bedroom. I'll bring it to you."

Her moist eyes watched him.

"Go on."

She stood, wiped her face with her hand and left carrying the blanket. She turned and looked at him. "I'm a vegetarian."

He grinned. "A vegetarian slut."

"You can fuck my ass if you want." She gave him a wan smile. She looked pale and worn out.

"I'll think about your offer while I make soup."

She tried to smile again, left the room crying.

* * *

He sat next to her on the bed, took her dishes when she was done. He touched her forehead with the back of his hand; she didn't feel any cooler. He set the dishes on the bedside table and turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay." He paused. "You sleep here. I'll sleep on the couch."

"You're not going to fuck my ass?"

"Not tonight."

She didn't look at him. "Jane said you were pretty good. That was a compliment coming from her."

"She was pretty good, too."

"Stay with me tonight. Please." She turned to him. "I'm such a fuckup."

He thought about the snoring. He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. I'll come back later when I'm ready for bed."

"Thanks."

"How long have you been sick?"

"This week. I've been sleeping on the street and it's cold now."

"Okay. You can stay here for a while."

She took her hand out from under the covers. "Thanks."

He gave her hand a squeeze then got off the bed. "You should sleep."

She gave a nod and settled under the covers. He could see one eye glitter between the sheet and her hair.

* * *

She didn't snore badly, he guessed maybe having her nose clogged up caused that. She was hot in his arms, he could hear her raspy breathing, felt her fever shivers. He went to sleep.

* * *

He stayed home from class to watch her. Her fever broke at noon, she began to sweat and her shivering stopped. He let her sleep a little longer then brought her soup and tea and more aspirin. When she was done, he had her sit in a chair while he changed the bed. The sheets were soaked.

When fresh sheets were on the bed he laid down new blankets and a comforter, then he turned to her. "Ready?"

She gave a weak smile. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't keep on saying that."

"I'm sorry."

"Come on." He held out his hand.

She stood and let the old blankets fall from her. Her tattoos were gone; her bare skin was pale and looked parched and dry. She took his hand and let him walk her to the bed. She climbed under the covers and looked up at him.

"We'll talk when you feel better."

"I'm sorry."

He grinned.

"If you fucked my ass I'd feel better."

"I'm sure you would, sweetheart." He left her.

While she slept he watched the video on the computer. It was his favorite. It had taken him half a day to find the problem, a bad power cord. He watched the video and then shut down the machine. He had work to do on it but he didn't feel up to that now.

He went to the kitchen, made another cup of tea and sat in the dining room making up a grocery list. He'd go out in a few minutes and get that chore done. He thought a vegetable stew would be good tonight. She looked like she'd lost weight.

He got up and looked through her black garbage bag of things. A couple of paperbacks, a fake fur vest, an empty purse, some trash, and a soiled t-shirt.

He'd give Jane a call; she'd be able to tell him what sizes of clothes to buy for Pixie.

* * *

That night Pixie snored but it wasn't so bad somehow. He held her; she felt cooler against him and her short hair tickled his nose.

He woke up once to her talking in her sleep. He couldn't tell what she was saying; it didn't sound like her. He stroked her face and she stopped. Her face relaxed and she settled back into his arms.

When Jane and he had shared this bed he'd held Jane like this but it wasn't the same. Jane was always distant from him except for those brief moments when they were fucking. He held Jane and it was as if she were in another room. Pixie wasn't like that.

* * *

"I tried too hard to make you like me," she said two days later. "I'm sorry. I'm such a fuckup. After I left you I worked in a house until they threw me out for barfing on a man while I was giving him a blowjob."

He sat on the couch next to her, handed her a cup of tea. "For barfing on him?" He smiled in spite of himself.

"I wasn't using a condom and he came so much I began to choke. I should have used a condom, I guess."

He sipped his tea.

"My parents threw me out because I quit UW. When they heard I was in the city they flipped out. Thanks, Artie."

He set his cup down. "He ever get his blowjob?"

"I can't remember." She winked at him.

"Bet it was a good one."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Who's the woman in the videos with Keri?"

She exhaled. "Okay. This is really stupid. Keri and my sister Neri, for Nereid, my folks like dumb names, do stuff on the side to finance their projects. Keri's an artist, she does work with video, short art pieces, kind of like Pippilotti Rist. Ever hear of her?"

He shook his head.

"And Neri has this complex project of creating a dictionary concordance for early thirteenth century West Midland English. Know what that is?"

"Ancrene Wisse, sure. I'm an English Lit major."

"Statistics?"

"My advisor thought if I understood statistics, z-scores and things like that, it would help me in my study of fifteenth century English Chancery spelling changes."

Pixie stared at him for a moment. "You'll love Neri. Anyway, they make movies and stuff on the side."

"You?"

"I was sick of school. Keri had this kid who wanted a house slut. She thought maybe I could do it."

"Hitchhike here, fuck a bunch of truckers on the way."

"I rode the Greyhound."

"Ever have sex on a Greyhound bus?"

She shook her head. She picked up her cup of tea and took a sip. "I'm sorry."

"We'll live." He set his empty cup on the table. "Your parents?"

"Home is a block away."

"So you and Artie go a long way back?"

"Why'd you tell him I could be his slut?"

"I needed to get you away from me. You made me really angry."

"He believed you."

"Would you have given them all blowjobs?"

She thought for a minute then smiled and said, "Yes." She put her hand on his leg. "After blowing you first."

He put her hand back in her lap. "That's nice. How are the new clothes?"

"You really want to know?" She looked down at the pink sweatshirt with the teddy bear on the front.

"That was Jane's idea. I liked the one with the watering can and tulips."

"So you and Jane still see each other?"

"We're friends, nothing else."

"So the slut position is still open."

"I learned I need to be firmer."

"I'm a slut who needs someone to be firm with me." She grinned. "I'll give your friends blowjobs whenever you want."

"That's nice." He stood and walked to the windows. "Do you have any idea how much it will cost to repair this apartment?" He turned back to her.

"You have most of the paint off the windows."

"Five thousand dollars."

She paled. "I'm sorry."

"Maybe more. They weren't sure about the carpet in the hall, the couch or the stains on the kitchen walls."

"I'm really sorry. I really am."

"The neighbors complained. I'm still working on that."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. You can have the four thousand you gave me."

"Where is it?"

"Under the cushion here." She got up and lifted the cushion. She took out the envelope and set it on the coffee table and then sat down. "There. It's yours."

"Three months probation. I don't pay you a penny. You fuck my friends if I want you to. If I don't you don't. This is important, are you listening?"

"I hope you let me fuck your friends." She sat back against the cushion.

"Three warnings and then you're out. If you're out you camp on somebody else's doorstep when you're sick, Artie's for instance."

"I'll be good. Promise."

He walked to the couch and sat next to her. "No parties without my say-so. You can have friends over, but just to visit, not to fuck unless I say so." He watched her.

"No parties. Never." She shook her head.

"Clothing is optional. Keep overt demonstrations of your sluttishness to two or three times a week unless told otherwise. Candles, two liter bottles."

"Those are examples, right?" She smiled at him.

"Examples. Fingers, I could go on."

"Okay."

"No cheese whiz."

Her face fell. "Never?"

He saw her green eyes grow moist. "Maybe now and again. But you must be supervised."

She grinned. "I like supervision."

"You have your HIV and other tests come back negative."

Her face fell. "That will take six months to be sure."

"We'll do safer sex in the meantime."

She watched him. "Okay." She smiled. "I want to empty your condoms while you watch."

"Cameras will be used. Your pictures will be posted on the web. We'll make movies."

She smiled. "I already told you you could do that."

He exhaled. "I think that's it."

"Sure, I'll be your slut." She stood and took off her sweatshirt. "Like it?"

He touched her stomach. She'd written in ink, "Dan's Fuck Slut," on her lower belly just above her shaved pussy. He grinned. "You must be feeling better. You're getting cocky."

She sat next to him, cuddling against his side. "I haven't been getting any cock. You do that condom stuff with Jane?"

He gave a nod.

"Okay, I guess."

"You really work in a brothel?"

"Three days."

"Put your sweatshirt on, you'll get chilled."

"Do I have to?" She watched him. "I have to." She sat up and put on her sweatshirt. She cuddled against him. "Want a blowjob? You can come in my mouth."

He patted her shoulder then stood. "I need to send an email to Keri. She was worried."

"Tell her hi. Maybe next time she and my sister are in town they can stay with us."

"That would be nice." He left the room.

She rested on the couch for a few minutes then got up. She went first to the bedroom for a box of condoms, then to the computer room.

She leaned over his shoulder and told him to clear the browser address bar. Then she typed a complicated URL and hit the Enter key.

"You'll like this one. It's from Keri's newest video. Neri's not in it."

She watched the page appear on the screen. Several photos filled a table, followed by a link. While he stared at the photos she knelt beside him, massaging his crotch with her hand. "I'm in this one. Just one scene. You won't see it here."

She unfastened his pants and shorts and took out his hardening cock. She talked as she held it, stroking it with her forefinger. "In my scene I give four men blowjobs, one after the other. They come on my face and in my mouth." She released his cock and took out a condom and opened it. She slipped the condom over his cock and then rolled it down. "I did other scenes for them, I worked a day for one hundred fifty dollars. Is the video playing?" She watched him nod slowly. "Turn up the sound."

She rose off her ankles and began sucking his cock. The condom tasted icky but she guessed that was okay. He laid his left hand softly on her head.

She couldn't wait to see his face when she squeegeed the cum out of the condom into her mouth. She thought she would look pretty slutty doing that wearing a pink sweatshirt with a teddy bear on it.

She could feel him come. She heard Keri moaning in the background. Wait until he saw Keri, Neri and her together.

 

 

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