Deal

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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"Stupid, stupid, stupid! God damn, how can you be so stupid?" Evelyn Dorchester mumbled to herself as she staggered along Burstyn Highway.

That happy, giggly buzz she'd had when she'd clocked in for work that morning was long gone as she trod from Burstyn's Bread toward the trailer she and her step-mother shared. Apparently, someone had ratted her out to Mr. Stevens and he'd terminated her employment within minutes of clocking in for the second shift.

The cold January wind made the trek all the more miserable. It had been Stacie's turn to drive so...

"Stacie! That, I bet it was her told Old Man Stevens!" Evelyn blurted out.

Stacie Carr had made mention of the vodka on Evelyn's breath when Evelyn crawled into the car that very morning. Evelyn was a little surprised; she'd always heard that no one could smell vodka.

And Penny Dorchester was unsympathetic when Evelyn shuffled into the home they shared and told her what had happened. Penny pointed out, if Evelyn had not drank vodka that morning, then Stacie would have had no reason to tattle on her. Penny also pointed out that Mr. Stevens had no choice but to fire her; this was the second time she'd shown up at Burstyn's Bread with alcohol on her breath. A drunk employee was a danger to herself and to her coworkers.

"Jesus, Evie, drunk? First thing in the morning? I, you know what? I put up with that shit from your father. Be damned I'm going put up with it again," Penny screeched.

So, an hour after clocking in for the second morning shift at Burstyn's Bread, Evelyn was unemployed and homeless. The forty seven dollars in her purse would not get her very far; even one night's stay in the local Budget-Stay Motel would drain more than half of that money.

Evelyn aimlessly wandered the streets of Burstyn, Mississippi. She bought herself a good, filling meal at Sidwell's Diner, then cursed herself; that meal had taken fourteen dollars and seventy three cents out of her meager stockpile.

A week into her journey, Evelyn had deduced that she should buy a loaf of Burstyn's Bread and a jar of Pickswill Crunchy Peanut Butter. Two weeks into her journey, Evelyn could not afford the bread and stole a jar of peanut butter.

It never occurred to the pretty nineteen year old blonde to go to Great Gathering Baptist Church and ask for help. It never occurred to her to go to Saint Andrew's Methodist Church and ask for help, even though she'd taken to sleeping behind the Baptist Church, wedged between dumpster and wooden fence to get out of the cold January/February wind.

Cold, hungry, disoriented, Evelyn was stumbling along a faded blacktop road. A battered old Oldsmobile slowed and she looked over, trying to gauge if she should run or not.

"Hey! Um... Evelyn, right?" a male voice called out

"Yeah," Evelyn agreed, trying to peer into the car's interior.

"Hey! It's me. Donnie," the voice called out. "Come on; want a ride?"

"Donnie?" Evelyn mouthed, trying to search her frazzled memory banks for any Donnie she may know.

"Jared's older brother," Donnie Cooper supplied.

"Huh? Oh, oh yeah," Evelyn sneered.

Donnie Cooper had been two grades ahead of them in school. He was the weird guy, the one real into video games, anime, action figures and other stupid things. He was the dork that walked around with 'Kick Me' taped to his back. He said and did strange things around girls; it was rumored he collected panties he'd stolen from clotheslines. Upon graduating, he'd bought five acres of land in Streidel Lake, and put a single wide trailer on his acreage. Rumors floated around about the odd things he did on his land.

"Then Evelyn remembered; she was starving. She had not had a good shower in so long she'd actually lost count of the days. And she was dying for a drink.

"Fine, bitch. Fuck you," Donnie snarled, seeing Evelyn's sneer of recognition.

"Wait! Wait!" Evelyn screamed, lunging for the car.

"What?" Donnie snarled. "Fucking bad enough got stood up on Valentine's Day; got put up with your shitty attitude too?"

"Valentine's... Jesus, who, who gives a fuck about Valentine's Day," Evelyn sobbed out. "I, I'm starving."

"Yeah?" Donnie asked, a leer forming on his face.

Evelyn knew that leer. But she was resigned to the fact; she'd have to put out in order to get some food, a hot shower, some vodka.

"And ain't like you a virgin," she muttered, opening the passenger door of Donnie's car.

"Um. DAMN!" Donnie complained about her smell.

"I uh, yeah, yeah, it, it's been a while," Evelyn agreed.

The trailer was neat and clean. Donnie also kept the land around his home well maintained. Entering, Evelyn let out a sigh of relief; the air was warm.

"First things first," Donnie said, pointing Evelyn toward the hall bathroom.

Rummaging around in her backpack, Evelyn located a reasonably clean pair of panties and a tee shirt and shorts. She peeled her clothes off and stepped into the small shower cubicle.

"Sure the fucking pervert's got a camera in here somewhere," Evelyn muttered to herself as she twisted the tap for a hot shower.

She would have remained under the spray for hours, but the water heater did not last very long. And, she could smell marinara sauce being heated. Hunger drove her to hurry.

"Was afraid you'd died in there," Donnie joked as she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Wanted to," Evelyn agreed.

"So, in honor of it being Valentine's Day," Donnie said, pouring some Nulough's Cherry vodka and Nulough's Chocolate vodka into a glass. He added some store brand cherry cola and dropped three large ice cubes into the glass.

"Enjoy, my funny little Valentine," he quipped, sticking a bendable straw into the glass.

That first burn of alcohol on a severely empty stomach almost caused Evelyn to pass out. By sheer willpower, she managed to stay awake long enough to guzzle the potent drink. Then she polished off the plate of spaghetti and meatballs he set in front of her.

"Know how to play Bourre?" he asked, producing a deck of cards and she drank a second glass of the vodka and cola drink.

"Bourre? Really? You, you got a girl, sitting here in just panties and a tee shirt and you want to play fucking cards?" Evelyn sneered.

"Oh, you'll be out of those clothes soon enough," Donnie smiled.

He was not a handsome young man. His thinning brown hair looked greasy, unwashed. His sallow skin also looked unwashed. His eyes were beady, holding no warmth. A sunken chest and bulging middle completed the package. The video game tee shirt and sweat pants did not help his appearance at all.

"The cards? The cards will determine just how far we'll go," Donnie declared, rapidly shuffling the deck.

"What? Jesus, Donnie, see? See? This is why everyone thinks you're a fucking weirdo," Evelyn spat. "Let's just fuck and get it over with, all right?"

"And what's the fun in that?" Donnie smiled his quirky smile.

"None for me," Evelyn agreed, lips twisted in disapproval.

"No, no, see, I win? Well then, I get to fuck that sweet little ass of yours," Donnie said, slapping the deck onto the small dining room table.

"Fuck... Oh no, oh no! Ain't, you ain't sticking nothing..." Evelyn screeched.

"Cut the cards," Donnie ordered, ignoring her protestations. "I win two tricks, I get to tie you up. Three tricks and I get to spank..."

"Like hell! Ain't, you ain't doing none that shit to me," Evelyn yelled, jumping to her feet.

"Oh. Okay then," Donnie shrugged, grabbing her and pushing her out of the door of the trailer.

Evelyn screamed; she was outside in nothing but a thin tee shirt and a skimpy pair of panties. The February wind was extremely cold, especially on her freshly shaved bare legs. And, with her hair still wet, Evelyn knew she would very quickly develop pneumonia.

"Donnie, please! Please let me back in!" Evelyn pleaded, banging on the door of the trailer.

"Ready to play Bourre?" Donnie called through the door.

"I, yeah, yeah, all right," Evelyn shrieked as a sudden gust of wind buffeted her.

"Asshole," she screamed at him, hot tears of rage spilling from her large brown eyes.

"Uh huh. Whatever," Donnie smirked, leading the way to his small dining room table.

"Mean it," she grumbled, arms wrapped around herself.

She cut the cards five times, glaring sullenly at him. He then told her to deal; he did not want her claiming he'd cheated in any way.

Glaring her hatred of him, Evelyn demanded another drink. Donnie shrugged and fixed two more drinks.

"Oh! Hey, I, I can wash my clothes?" Evelyn suddenly thought to ask.

"Already got your clothes in the washing machine," Donnie said, pointing toward the bi-fold doors in the living room.

"Oh! I, uh, thanks," Evelyn said, now able to discern what that odd thrumming sound was.

She dealt five cards to him, four to herself. She flipped her fifth card over to show the suit they would be playing.

"Queen of hearts? Nice," Donnie smiled.

"Yeah, Evelyn asked, seeing that her four remaining cards were garbage.

"Give me three," Donnie demanded.

"Dealer takes four," Evelyn said, then groaned as she once again had a garbage hand.

He took four and she managed to win one. Knowing that this meant she would lose her anal cherry, Evelyn demanded another drink. Again, he shuffeled the cards, then offered the cards to her, inviting her to shuffle the deck, cut the cards, whatever she wished to do. She shuffled the cards, cut the deck and shuffled again while he prepared another drink for her.

"God damn and fuck!" she complained when he took three tricks to her two tricks.

"Blindfold," he declared when he again bested her.

"God damn! How, how are you so good at this?" Evelyn complained.

"In jail? You learn how to do it," Donnie said, not smiling. "Number one? Never lead off with your best card; you'll need to save it for last."

"I get another drink?" Evelyn demanded.

"Damn, girl. Good think I bought half-gallons, huh?" Donnie said. "Your clothes should be ready for the dryer."

Evelyn could feel his eyes on her as she rooted around in the small washing machine. She knew she was pretty, with thick wavy honey blonde hair, deep brown eyes and a playful, sassy smile. Her nose was a little too pointed and her chin a little too sharp to ever be considered beautiful, but she knew she was pretty.

Her best feature was her 32C breasts on her four foot eleven inch frame. Because of her height, or lack of height, those breasts looked huge. She thought her buttocks were just a little too chunky but a lot of boys seemed to like her rear end, especially in her black jeans.

"You smoke?" Donnie asked when she returned to the table.

"What? No! God, hate the way cigarettes stink! Oh, oh, and cigars? Kill me," Evelyn screeched in disgust.

"No, no. Cigarettes? Ugh!" he agreed, producing a well-rolled marijuana cigarette.

"Well YEAH!" she enthused as he lighted the joint.

They shared the joint, passing it back and forth. Evelyn drained her fourth, or was it her fifth drink; coughing was harsh on her throat. Donnie prepared another drink then dealt the cards again.

"So... What? What we playing for this time?" Evelyn giggled, feeling very relaxed, very happy.

"Wax on, wax off," Donnie smirked.

She found the quote from the '80s movie, 'The Karate Kid' to be very funny. He very easily won and declared an end to the card games.

"Time for you to pay up," Donnie smirked.

With that, he leaned forward and softly kissed her pouting lips. Thanks to a full belly, much alcohol and some fairly potent marijuana, Evelyn returned his kiss with enthusiasm. She squeaked slightly when he pulled her tee shirt up and off, leaving her in only her threadbare no-longer-white bikini brief panties.

"Damn, those, those are nice," Donnie approved of her breasts.

"Uh huh," Evelyn agreed, even thrusting them forward.

He gently gnawed on her breasts and suckled her nipples. Evelyn was very receptive to his mouth and his touches and felt the crotch of her panties become quite wet with her excitement. She huffed when he abruptly stopped pleasuring her.

The ropes were soft, made of cloth braided together. Soft or not, the ropes held her ankles firm to the legs of the dining room chair. The ropes held her legs fast; he'd looped short pieces of rope around her legs just underneath her knees. He used more rope to hold her arms behind her, tied fast to the rails of the chair's backrest. This had the benefit of thrusting her breasts forward.

"What? What are you..." she tremulously asked as he kissed her softly, then looped a scarf over her eyes.

He did not speak as he began to suckle her left breast. She gasped, grunted and crooned as his fingers began to softly tease her wet folds. She sucked in a ragged breath when his fingers located her clitoris.

Her movements were limited by her bindings; she tried hunching her hips as his fingers brought her closer and closer to her climax. His mouth was teasing her nipples, switching from left to right.

"Aaiegh! Damn, damn it!" she cursed when he abruptly ceased.

For several seconds, Evelyn bucked and grunted, right on the very precipice of climax. Finally catching her breath, she twisted her head away when he brought his lips to hers.

She felt how strong he was when he gripped her chin in his hand and pulled her face around. Evelyn suddenly realized how precarious her position was; she was bound, helpless in a sturdy chair. She whimpered slightly when he again kissed her.

His kiss was surprisingly gentle. Slowly, he licked her lips, coaxing her tongue out. For several moments, they kissed. Then, he started the entire maddening process over.

"God damn it!" she shrieked when he again brought her to the very precipice of climax then ceased.

This time when he brought his lips to hers, she kissed him with a frenzy. He accepted her kisses and returned her passion.

"Please, Donnie, please let me come," she begged as he began to stroke her clitoris again.

He did not say anything; just pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him passionately while his left hand teased her nipples and his right hand played with her clitoris. Just when she began the orgiastic dance, Donnie flicked his fingernail, quite hard against the sensitive nub. With a bellow, Evelyn climaxed, drenching his hand with her ejaculate.

She sagged, held in place by her bindings. Softly, he lifted her sweaty head and kissed her slack mouth.

"Damn," she finally moaned out.

Untying her from the chair, he led her, still blindfolded down the hall. It never occurred to her to simply reach up and remove her blindfold. He gently lay her onto a firm mattress. She panicked slightly when he bound her wrists to the headboard but some soft kisses calmed her.

"Oh! OH, no! This, is this for the anal sex?" she whispered as her ankles were tied to the headboard as well.

"No," he whispered into her hair. This is for the oral sex."

"Oh!" she cooed.

"But first..." Donnie said and left the bedroom.

She could hear him moving around in the trailer. Of course, she could not tell what room he might be in, what actions he might be taking.

She was almost asleep when she felt something warm trickling onto her thick brown muff. Sluggishly, she wrinkled her nose at the odd chemical smell. She felt him smoothing something over her crotch and shrugged her shoulders; the guy was weird.

"Going take a picture?" she sneered.

"Mm hmm. Took a 'before' picture. Fixing to take and 'after picture," Donnie agreed.

She shrieked bloody murder when Donnie ripped the tape from her pubic region. She bucked and thrashed as he tore the tape from her anal regin as well.

"Wax on, wax off? You fucking asshole!" she screamed at him.

Even the application of a soothing lotion did not soothe her anger. She continued to heap verbal abuse on him as he rubbed her pubic region.

"Guy gets on a plane and notices that he is sitting next to a duck. The stewardess asks them what they'd like to drink," Donnie said even as Evelyn continued to squawk her hatred of him.

"What? What the fuck; you, you're fucking nuts, you God damned weirdo!" she screamed.

"And the duck says, I want a fucking beer you stupid cunt," Donnie said. "The guy says, make mine a whiskey on the rocks you worthless whore."

"There a point to any of this, you fucking weirdo?" Evelyn shrieked.

"The stewardess leaves to get their drinks and the duck turns to the guy and says, you're mighty brave for somebody who can't fly," Donnie said.

"I don't get it," Evelyn snarled.

"Mighty brave for someone who's tied up," Donnie said, lightly running his fingertips over her exposed arm pit.

"No! No, Donnie, don't!" Evelyn begged, realizing her precarious position.

"Donnie, I, I'll piss myself. I'll piss your bed," Evelyn threatened as Donnie continued to lightly run his fingertips over her arm pit.

"Do you need to pee?" he softly asked her.

She had to think about it for a moment. Then, she nodded her head in the affirmative. He untied her limbs and brought her into his bathroom.

Evelyn noticed two things right away. The bathroom smelled clean. And, he gave her privacy. She verified this by raising the corner of her blindfold before releasing a forceful stream of urine.

"That, that fucking hurt," Evelyn accused as she came out of the bathroom.

"Peeing? Or having your pubes ripped out?" Donnie asked, guiding her to the bed again.

"Getting waxed," Evelyn said.

She felt his nude body brush against her nude body. For a moment, she froze. His cock was hard, sticking straight out as it brushed against her belly.

He was gentle as he eased her onto the bed. He softly kissed her as he fasted her left wrist, then her right wrist to the headboard again.

When her ankles were fastened, Evelyn felt the bed sag when he maneuvered himself onto the mattress below her exposed sex.

"Oooh!" she shuddered as she felt his warm breath blow across her very exposed sex.

She shivered as she felt his fat tongue drag over her slick inner lips. A grunt escaped when his tongue brushed across her clitoris. She hunched slightly when he dragged his tongue back and forth over her excited clitoris.

She moaned her approval as he used his thumbs to open her inner lips. He licked slowly, deliberately, gathering her nectar on his tongue.

He captured her clitoris in his mouth and thrust three fingers into her pussy. Within seconds, she was hunching her crotch against his face and fingers as much as her binds would allow.

"Oh! Oh, please, please don't tease me," she begged as she approached her climax.

She howled as he did not tease her. He sucked and fingered her to orgasm, then released her clitoris. When she ceased with her frenzied grunting, he again captured her bud and brought her to another screaming orgasm.

"No, no more, please, Donnie, no, no more," she panted after her fourth orgasm racked her body.

"No?" he teased, lightly stroking her clitoris with his fingers.

"Please," she begged. "I, I'm too, I can't take..."

His soft kiss silenced her words. She returned his kiss, opening her mouth for his tongue.

She sighed in relief when he untied her ankles from the headboard. She slowly stretched her legs out, wincing as the muscles unknotted.

"Oh!" she grunted as Donnie began to gently massage her legs for her.

"Need anything?" he gently asked her.