9.
Val and the girl stopped at Burger King on the way home so she'd have something to eat. A new video camera, digital with a huge hard drive, was in the trunk along with software for editing, a web cam (a treat for the girl to keep her occupied while he was at work), and the appliances from the metal shop. He had her select one of the condoms from the bag on the seat beside her to take in the restaurant.
While waiting to order, he asked her, "You don't mind going back tomorrow, do you?"
She gave a big smile, shrugged, and began to pull up her tank top.
"Not here."
She nodded.
"Happy?"
She began to put her finger in her mouth.
"Not here."
She stamped her foot.
"Do you want to stay home tonight?"
She made a face and shrugged.
Val ordered dinner just for her, a coffee for him and they sat in the dining area. It was before five so it wasn't very crowded yet.
"I got you a web cam to play with tomorrow. Plus you can learn how to edit video. That okay?"
She nodded, laid the condom on the table.
"You do much with computers?"
She ignored him. She opened her sandwich and picked up the condom.
"You catch on quick."
She flashed him a smile, struggled with the knot. "Umph," she said, looking across the table at him.
Val took his leatherman out of his pocket and set it by her tray.
She grinned at him, held the condom up and clipped off the tip. She squeezed out the cum, laid the shriveled condom on her tray and closed her sandwich. She wiped the leatherman on her tank top and handed it back.
"Thanks," Val said. "I want to see you eat the whole thing."
The girl opened her mouth to moan.
"Not here. I know, I'm no fun at all. Looking forward to this evening?"
She nodded, her mouth full.
"Like Bert?"
She swallowed, "Ummmm." She pointed to him, pointed to her chin, held up three fingers.
"You, me, three, too. I want you to begin doing something for me. I want you to keep track, the best you can, which hole, how many. I was thinking of making a web site. We can give the daily tally. Update with new pictures."
The girl got up from her bench seat and slid next to Val. She pulled her tray over, placed a hand on Val's crotch. He moved it to his leg.
"Can you eat one handed?"
She nodded.
"Maybe once or twice a month give everybody a chance to be with the star. We could get a motel room or find a cheap apartment. You could hand out cards with the date and address. " She squeezed his leg. "But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Keep track of the numbers, organize your pictures. You'll be famous."
She tried to pull her hand from his leg. "Ummm."
"You don't like that. What? Being on the web. Famous?"
She used two hands to eat.
"You don't have to be famous. Afraid someone will see you? Don't want to talk about it? Listen. I may want you to do this. It may become important to me. Understand?"
She ignored him.
"You don't want someone to see your picture. That can be fixed. We can disguise you. We can . . . You're not listening. Okay. Bert will be filming you tonight. He'll have a copy, I'll have a copy, people are going to see it. Understand? Like the pictures. Probably not a lot of people. I have no idea how many. You have a husband, maybe a kid somewhere?"
Val watched her eat. She swallowed each bit, moved on to the next like she was in a race.
"How's the sauce?"
She nodded.
"Having second thoughts?"
She shrugged.
"That tells me a lot."
She smiled at him, went back to her sandwich.
"When you're in bed with me tonight, you'll be bound by iron, the things that were made today."
She nodded, finished her sandwich.
"That doesn't scare you? What if I hit you again?"
She shrugged, cleaned her hands with the napkin.
"Do you want some of my coffee?"
She shrugged, put her hand back in his lap.
"When you get in the car, take off your skirt."
She nodded, gave his crotch a squeeze.
"I bet you didn't think it was going to take two days, did you?"
She smiled, shrugged. "Ummm," she said.
"Ready to go? We need to make a CD for Bert."
She stood bouncing on her heels, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.
"I'll take that." Val dumped her tray in the bin; the condom stuck to the tray. What the hell, he thought. He put the tray on the stack. It'll be something for people to talk about.
In the car, her skirt stuffed in the bag with the condoms, Val asked her, "Aren't you afraid of HIV? Other things?"
She shrugged.
"Don't care?"
She shrugged, said, "Ummm."
"I have to think about it. Whether or not I'll use condoms with you. I should, I know that."
She made a tying motion with her hands.
"We could. I don't know. We'll find out tonight. Ever been tested?"
She shrugged.
"Want to get tested?"
She waited a moment, shrugged.
"I wish I didn't have to keep taking my eyes off the road to talk with you. Maybe one grunt for a nod, two for a shrug."
She shrugged.
"I'm supposed to be the boss here. Remember?"
She smiled.
"Me, you, three. I remember."
"Ummm."
"You need to put your skirt back on."
"Umph."
"I think I'd like you to shave your pussy."
She nodded, pulled the skirt out of the bag.
"Hamburger good?"
She shrugged.
"The cum made it taste better?"
She nodded.
"You need to write Burger King."
She grinned. "Ummmm."
"Put it on first. Remember?"
She shrugged, got out of the car, pulled on her skirt.
They walked together to the apartment and Val opened the door. "You get everything started, I'll get the stuff from the car."
When he brought in the last load, she was sitting at the computer. The new cameras, tripod and software boxes were on the table beside her.
"Bert's going to be here any minute. You need to get ready."
She turned to him. "Ummm?"
"You need to get dressed."
She touched her tank top.
"It's going to get dirty, remember. Maybe not your favorite for tonight. It's up to you."
She left him.
He started burning the CD for Bert when she came back. "Your mall clothes. Figures. The most expensive stuff you have." She made a face. "Wear it. I don't care. You ever use one of these?" He held up the video camera.
She paused, shrugged.
"Not this one, but maybe one like it. Good. You can show Bert how to set it up. I don't care about zoom shots and stuff. Put it on a tripod, turn it on and forget about it. There'll be enough good stuff to make it worthwhile."
Val held up the web cam. "Ever use one of these?"
She shrugged, gave a smile, looked to the door.
"You can set it up tomorrow. Use it. You'll have all afternoon to play. Think you can stand it?"
She pointed to him.
"I have to work. No visitors. No roaming. I'll be home by five-thirty. Maybe a little later if I do some shopping."
There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it. Open that drawer and find a magic marker."
Bert came in a little shy. "I don't have the money up front."
"Don't worry about it." The girl brought him the magic marker. "What do you think we should name her?"
Bert grinned at her, "Hi, sweetie. No, we'll take care of that later." Bert looked to Val. "Isn't she a good girl?"
"The best. She'll show you how to use the camera. It's brand new, don't let it drive you crazy. Come here, Em. What shall we call you?"
The girl pointed to her mouth.
Val wrote on her forehead, "Use me."
10.
After ordering Val and Megan sat quietly in the Chi Chi's just outside of the mall where she worked. Val let her lead the conversation; so far she hadn't said much.
Their beers came; Val had assumed she was of drinking age and so had the waitress.
"Where's your friend?" Megan asked.
"She's busy tonight. I rented her out to Bert until eleven." He watched her lips tighten and relax. "He's subcontracting her."
"How much?"
"Fifty an hour."
She gave a nod. "So while we're eating you're making money."
"Not exactly. I gave him a brand new digital video camera. He's to bring that and the girl back at eleven or there will be hell to pay. If the video is even mediocre I'll not charge him a dime. If he's halfway smart, he'll make some money off her tonight. Me? I'm not so smart." He gave her a grin.
"What's her name?"
"I don't know. I call her Em."
"For Mary?"
"For Empty."
Her lips compressed and relaxed. "I need to go to the ladies' room." She slid to the edge of her seat.
"Take off your panties and leave them there. You don't need them."
"What?"
"You want me to tell you what to do. Am I right? If not, speak up." She left him and he took a drink of beer. There was nothing riding on this and he shouldn't be nervous but he was. Not as nervous as she was. She couldn't keep her hands still. They fidgeted together or with the silverware and her drink. Then she dropped her hands from sight where he thought she was shredding her napkin. A few minutes later they were back in sight doing their dance. Her skin was very pale.
He watched her return to the table. "That's better," he said. "You move differently, looser."
She blushed, put her hands flat on the table.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"In college still?"
"At the university."
"Who's your favorite person there?"
"Dr. Dexter."
"If you want to pass, don't mention my name to her." He watched her drink her beer, still shaking but not so much. "When was the last time you had sex?"
She blushed. "Saturday. A week ago."
"No boyfriend?"
"Not really. A friend."
"Children?"
She shook her head.
"Been tested?"
"What?"
"For STDs?"
She shook her head. "I use condoms."
"Always?"
She blushed.
"Ever had your picture taken? Naked?"
She opened her purse, took out an envelope. "Photos on a CD. My resume. I want to finish and get my degree, otherwise," she shrugged. "I have to work. There's no money."
Val didn't say anything about her being prepared. Maybe he wasn't supposed to have noticed.
Their meal came. "Relax," Val said. "I just want to get to know you." He put the envelope by his placemat. "Pretty noisy, isn't it?"
"I don't usually eat here."
"Stay at home with your parents?"
She nodded.
"What do they think about you being away all night?"
"I'm twenty-two. They know how things are."
"You're pretty but you already know that. Are you sitting on your skirt or the seat?"
She blushed. "The seat."
"Do they appreciate you at work?"
She shrugged. "The clothes sell themselves."
"What did you think of Em?"
"I wish I could do that. Just take off my clothes. Stand there. Do whatever happens next."
"Or whomever?"
She blushed, looked away. "Can we eat?"
"Certainly. Megan." He said it as two distinct sentences, with a smile. He leaned forward and whispered, "There'll be no casting couch session after dinner. Just talk."
"I don't . . ."
"Not tonight, Megan. Relax." He ate, watching her. After several minutes he asked, "How are you at oral sex?"
She set her fork down, looked at him. "You're baiting me."
"You're doing good so far. Do you give good blowjobs? Swallow? Did you look in yesterday and watch Em?"
"I'm told so, sometimes, yes." She resumed eating.
"But if it's whomever you'd want them to use a condom." He smiled. "Condoms are a novelty for Em. She uses them to store cum for later. Tomorrow she'll empty a bag full over her cereal." Megan's lips compressed. "And I am having the time of my life baiting you. The thought makes me queasy too."
She relaxed.
"The most you've done in a twenty-four hour period."
"Two."
"Total?"
She shrugged. "Depends on how you count. Intercourse?"
"Intercourse," he said smiling.
"I think fifteen."
"That's a good number."
"I'm glad you think so."
"Would it frighten you to have to do fifteen a day? Fifteen an hour?"
She froze. She became even paler, then flushed. "I . . ."
"You've considered it?"
She nodded. "Have you ever read the Story of O?"
"Years ago."
"What do you remember?"
"This place where O is used by men. Her naked at a party with a bird mask on, led by another."
"The other is Natalie, a young girl. Jacqueline's sister."
"You've read it more than once, I take it."
She gave a nod. "O in the chateau. Roissy's cellar, chained to the wall, in the dark. They come in singly and in groups. They fuck," she looked right and left, "her." Megan's voice lowered. "She has to let them. She can't stop them. Her lover wishes this."
"The lover?"
"There are two. René at first who takes her to the chateau. Then Sir Stephen, an older man."
"Like me."
"Not at all." She flushed. "René gives her to Sir Stephen. Sir Stephen makes her agree to let them do whatever they want to her."
"Whatever." He smiled. "Now who's baiting whom? I'm not Sir Stephen. Am I René? Maybe I'm one of the faceless ones."
She looked away.
"Could I borrow your copy? I need to reread it. I don't remember the story this way at all. You could bring the book by my apartment or I could pick it up from you at work." He waited. "This is important, isn't it?"
"Your apartment."
"I'll need your schedule. What you saw yesterday. Did it frighten you?"
"A little. She was alone. They were . . ."
"They weren't gentle."
"But." She opened her mouth to speak, paused. "I don't know what I want."
"You know what you should want isn't enough."
She shrugged.
"If you're looking for a single, intense experience, I can hook you up with Bert. You'll get to double or triple your numbers and he'll make some money off you." He grinned at her. "I think the money part is very important myself. If you want something more prolonged, intense but as a minor, not primary, participant, you could be what's her name, the girl with O at the party. I don't remember her being . . ."
"She isn't. Not in the Story of O. In the sequel, The Return to the Chateau, she is. By Sir Stephen. That's Natalie."
"Some guys have all the luck. You could be Em's Natalie, until or unless you decide to be O. Once you agree, you can't turn back, can you?"
She shook her head. "I want to finish school first."
Val didn't say anything.
"I . . ." She looked away.
"I need to talk to Em before you visit. She may not want you. When you visit, realize that Em and I aren't your normal swinging couple. That I may ask you to do something you haven't thought about. Something I want and need you to do. If you spend the night, you'll spend it in the bathtub, chained to the faucets. And if you decide to be O, anyone who walks into the apartment can use you however, I repeat however, they wish. I do think we can enforce a condom rule. And you can leave anytime, but you already know that. I try to be good, but I'm human. You have failings which I'll try to take in consideration and not be too harsh. You did well tonight."
She wrote out her schedule, passed it to him.
"You work Saturday and Sunday, but are free Friday. Do you have any tattoos or piercings?"
She blushed. "My nipples."
"Excellent." Val smiled. "If you want to be Natalie, you get to create your own costumes. I hope the nipples will show in at least one. Friday is tattoo night." He wrote his telephone number and address. "Call me tomorrow and I'll tell you when and if you can come by. Em is very accepting. Perhaps tomorrow night." He arched an eyebrow.
She licked her lower lip. "I don't mind if you . . ."
"Not tonight, dear. We need to process. And I need to get Em's web cam sorted out and set up if I can. What are you majoring in?"
"Literature."
"Broad subject."
"My thesis is on pre-modern women writers."
"So you'll have something to fall back on?"
"If I get a degree."
"Call me tomorrow anytime. I'll be at work, at home or in transit. Em won't answer. She'll be busy in the morning anyway."
Megan leaned forward. "What?"
"What do you think? When she left with Bert tonight, before I drove out here and met you in the mall, I used a magic marker to write on her forehead, 'Use me' in bold capital letters. She wants that or something similar tattooed there. She can be Use Me, you can be Cunt. Imagine?" He watched her eyes.
"But that would be permanent."
"If you agree, that will be permanent, even if you end up walking away one day. More than skin deep, Megan. Natalie doesn't have to agree, she can walk away, get her degree, teach, raise a family and have daughters who she'll be afraid are like her, the person she really is. It's the same for me, dear."
Part 1
Chapters 1 & 2 | Chapters 3 & 4 | Chapters 5 & 6 |
Chapters 7 & 8 | Chapters 9 & 10 | Chapters 11 & 12
Part 2
Chapters 13 & 14 | Chapters 15 & 16 | Chapters 17 & 18 |
Chapters 19 & 20 | Chapters 21 & 22 | Chapters 23 & 24