Second Part
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.
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