"Judith, you're awfully quiet tonight... is something wrong?" asked Mary.
I heard her voice, but not the words. I was holding up a cute bra and panty set pretending to be admiring the sexy lingerie, when in reality my mind was a million - miles away.
"I'm sorry - what did you say?" I asked my friend.
"Sweetie, you've been distracted all night...your eyes have had that blank stare ever since I picked you up...you barely touched your dinner - what's going on? Is this about Johnny?" she asked me.
The mere mention of my son's name brought tears to my eyes.
"C'mon, I'm taking you out of here," she said, grabbing the lingerie from my hand and replacing it on the rack. She led me to the front door of the store, abruptly stopped, then discretely pointed at a woman talking with a sales clerk.
"Do you know who that woman is?" she asked me in a whisper.
"No...I don't recognize her," I answered softly.
"That's Mr. Mellon's PA...I've seen her here before...she buys all the trashy underwear that poor girl on channel eight has to wear," said Mary, then she added with a chuckle, "She's the reason my knees have carpet - burn...that Goddamn husband of mine is watching her newscast when I get home from work and he makes me blow him while he watches the spectacle she puts on."
"Oh, dear - I'm so sorry!" I said to her. I was grateful to be thinking about something besides my son.
She laughed then said, "That's all I do for him these days...I blow him a couple times a day - he doesn't fuck me anymore - he says he's not going to 'soil his dick' in the same holes where 'that bastard banker shoots his load'!"
"He doesn't think Mr. Bagley uses your mouth, too?" I asked her incredulously.
"You know men, sweetie - smart and logical they are not! I have my fun though...whenever I still have a fresh coating of Lawrence's spunk on my tongue when I get home, I give Fred the sloppiest French - kiss I can...the stupid - shit doesn't suspect a thing!"
I laughed and said, "I'm really sorry he doesn't want to satisfy you anymore, dear..."
Mary laughed again and said, "Oh please, sweetie - his scrawny dick has never given me an orgasm...all he ever did was climb on top - hump wildly for a couple minutes then shoot a puny load inside me...it was over before I knew it had begun - I have no idea how he was able to father three children!"
We both laughed. "Honey," I said, squeezing her hand. "I'm going to be 'extra attentive' to your needs tonight!"
I felt her hunger as she gazed into my eyes. If it had been socially acceptable, I would have taken her in my arms right there in the store and given her a long, and tongue - filled kiss.
"Oh my..." she said smiling, "...I'm feeling a sudden 'heat' down there..."
"Not as hot as it will be, dear," I said not missing a beat.
"Ohhh - Mary - Judith - Hi, how are you ladies?" said Beth, an old classmate of ours.
Mary responded: "Beth - Sandi - Hi...are you gals here for the latest line of 'Jennifer McBride slut - apparel'?"
We all laughed.
Sandi said, "Isn't it amazing that no matter how much the world has changed, men have remained the same? I mean, Eddie and I have our hottest sex now while he watches the 'news', of all things!"
Mary smiled and said, "Men are simple creatures - they'll never change...just model a pair of too - small panties for them and they'll turn into drooling idiots!"
We all laughed again then bid each other good - bye.
"Beth sure looks tired," I remarked.
"Well, you know, Sweetie..." said Mary. "She's a PA now for some construction foreman and I hear he likes it rough...and poor Sandi, did you hear she just did a thirty - day stint in the brothel? The moment she got out she signed a PA contract with the produce manager at Wal - Mart...you and I are lucky we signed contracts early - on with important men, otherwise we'd be in their shoes, or should I say 'kneepads'?"
I laughed out loud and said, "Mary, you're absolutely incorrigible!"
She immediately replied: "And that's why you love me so much, Sweetie!"
"Yes, I do," I said wistfully. "Can we find someplace private so I can wear kneepads for you tonight?"
"Oh goodness yes!" she smiled. "We'll go to my place - Fred moved down to the basement last week...all he does now is get drunk and pass - out - he'll be unconscious by the time we get home."
"Oh no, I'm so sorry," I said.
She smiled and took my hand in hers. "Don't be, dear...we never had much of a marriage anyway...in fact, I've been working on Lawrence to help me out."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, remember when Fred took out a second mortgage on our house? (I nodded) I'm trying to get Lawrence to force Fred into a huge balloon payment - he could never afford it...and when he defaults, Lawrence can have him sent to the BCC!"
"That's pretty harsh!" I said.
"Do you know why he moved to the basement, dear? (I shook my head) He told me he wanted to get as far away as possible from my 'skanky pussy' - I've had it up to here with the insults from that needle - dick prick!"
"I don't blame you," I said and squeezed her hand tight. "Mary, if it's any consolation - I can hardly wait to taste your skanky pussy!"
That brought a huge laugh from her.
"Sweetie, I can hardly wait to sit on your face and grind my skanky pussy all - over your lips and cheeks!" she said in a hoarse whisper while squeezing my hand hard.
I finally broke down and told my mom I signed a PA contract with Ms. Hatfield. I had also mentioned to her what Mr. Massengale would have expected from me if I'd gone to work for him - I figured it would soften her disappointment.
"Good for you, dear," she'd said. She is always able to put a positive spin on bad situations. "At least, you're, uh, with a woman!"
I didn't tell her about Bradley and what I had to do for him. Why break her heart?
I still think about my first day at work. It was a day I'll never forget:
At 6:25 I arrived to find Bradley waiting for me. He marched me to the bathroom in Mistress's office and had me strip naked; I was surprised when he stripped as well.
"You will address me as 'Sir' at all times, do you understand, Sweetie?"
"Y - Yes, Sir," I replied.
"Clasp your hands behind your head!" he instructed.
I said, "Yes, Sir" and obeyed his command.
"You will arrive for work at this time every morning, come into this bathroom, remove all your clothes and wait for my arrival in this very position...do you understand me, Sweetie?"
"Y - Yes, Sir!"
I stood in the bathtub as he carefully applied some sort of hair removal cream to my chest, under my arms, on my legs and finally on my crotch. It stung slightly but the worst part was the erection I'd sprung feeling his hands on my body. I noticed, he too was hard.
He then said, "Bend over and open your asscheeks for me - display your 'pussy' to me!"
"Display my pussy?" It was the dirtiest thing anyone had ever said to me. My prick jumped and oozed pre - cum. I was grateful he couldn't see my face.
I felt an oily finger between my cheeks; it slowly worked itself from my perineum to my anus. I felt more cream applied to my nether region. I jumped in total shock when his finger relentlessly burrowed thru my anus into my asshole.
He laughed at my reaction, but said nothing. He told me to stand and assume my position.
When my body was covered with foam, he climbed into the tub with me and stood inches from my face.
"Now we wait fifteen - minutes," he said, then took my head in his hands and drew me to his lips; he kissed me long and hard; my prick began throbbing.
"Use your hands on me!" he ordered. "One hand stroking my cock - the other one massaging my balls."
"Yes, Sir!" I said blinking away the moisture in my eyes.
I did as I was told. The second I took hold of his cock my own prick jumped and twitched. I hated my reaction to feeling the soft flesh of his hard cock.
"Look me in the eyes whenever you play with my cock, boy!" he said with a slight smile on his face.
"Y - Yes, Sir!" I said. He had me stroke him slowly at first. I could feel every ridge and vein as I moved my hand back - and - forth on his hot flesh.
His big brown eyes bore into my skull. I felt his power and control over me. The expression on his face was one of mild amusement, and lust. He knew I was his to do his bidding, and it seemed to inflame him even more.
"Tell me how much you love having a man's hard penis in your hand!" he commanded me.
Oh no...here we go again! I had no other choice but to obey him, and tell him what he wanted to hear.
"Y - Yes, Sir...I love having your hard penis in my hand..."
"No, boy - that's not what I said...you love feeling any man's hard penis, do you not?"
What? No, that's not right...I've never done this for any other man.
"Johnny, from your reactions yesterday, and this morning (he looked at my erection), you are bi - sexual - don't be ashamed of it - embrace it...Mistress and I own you, and you will be having sex not only with her and me, but other women and men, too...the sooner you accept your sexuality - the sooner you will be able to enjoy being a sex toy for men and women!"
'A sex toy for men and women'? Oh my God...
