“Yes. I learned my lesson. You won't ever have to use that thing on me again."
Chapter Fourteen
After eating a picnic lunch, Tim Junior returned to the creek, panning for gold. Maggie, Greta and Sewana lounged on the creek bank and watched the eager youngster.
“Honest, Sewana. We usually find gold. We're just not having much luck today."
“It doesn't matter, Greta. It's good just to get out in the sun for a while."
“I'm real sorry about what Eddie done to you."
“It wasn't your fault, Greta. Thank God that bastard will never hurt anybody again."
Maggie threw a pebble into the slowly moving water. “Tell us about your new boarder, Greta."
“Ain't much to tell. His name is Hank Elkins and he come here from Charlotte. Frank hired him. He needed a place to stay and I have a spare room."
“What does he look like? Is he a hunk?” Sewana asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“He ain't no hunk, but he ain't bad looking either. He's about Eddie's size but he ain't hairy like Eddie was. He said he used to have a big ol’ gut, but his belly is plumb flat now. Course, if he keeps throwing back them beers like he done last night he'll have a potbelly again in no time."
Maggie smiled and stuck a long blade of grass between her teeth. “You getting any, Greta?"
Greta blushed and avoided an answer. “Poor guy's working on the front yard. Me and Eddie was gonna leave it wild, but Hank pointed out all the dogwoods. He said the brambles and weeds was stunting their growth. He's gonna clean everything out except the dogwoods and a few small cedars and maybe plant some flowering cherry trees out there."
Sewana sat up. “That will be pretty, Greta."
She nodded. “Says he's gonna fix up the garage and paint it and the house before cold weather sets in."
Maggie laughed. “Want to trade renters? Frank hasn't done a damn thing around my house since he moved in."
“I reckon Frank's awful busy with his new business. Sides, part of Hank's rent is looking after the place."
“How do you like working for Frank?"
Greta shook her head. “Don't know yet. Yesterday was my first day and I took a couple hours off while I got Hank settled in. Me and Hank went on back to the garden shop and I waited on a bunch of people while him and Frank was out back working on the greenhouse. I reckon I done okay, but the cash register scares me."
“Who did the Dollars find to replace you as their housekeeper?” Sewana asked.
“Some skinny fella from Charlotte. Name's Ronald Ascue. Them Dollars is getting’ highfalutin. They call him their butler. Lives right there in the house with them in the two back bedrooms.” Greta giggled. “I think the man has a thing for Tim."
“Speaking of work, Maggie, I appreciate you letting me try my hand as assistant manager,” Sewana said as she rubbed dried grass from her chocolate thighs.
“It's just temporary, Sewana, but if you do well, it could become permanent."
“Mr. Bennett took the breakup with Dottie hard, didn't he?"
“I'm afraid so. He was very depressed yesterday morning. I'm hoping that he will see things differently after a few days rest, but he sounded like he was seriously thinking of selling the place. My guess is that if he does sell, the new owner will keep the present staff. Hell, he can't run the restaurant and motel single-handedly."
“Why don't you buy it, Maggie?” Greta asked.
Maggie laughed as she stood up and brushed grass from the bottom of her bathing suit. “What do you suggest I use for money?"
Greta stood and pulled Sewana to her feet. “Maybe we'll find a big nugget you can sell."
Maggie shook her head. “Not with the luck we're having today. Girls, I hate to be a party pooper, but I've had it."
“Got a heavy date this afternoon with Buzz?” Sewana teased.
“I may never go out with that son-of-a-bitch again."
“What happened? I thought you was sweet on Buzz,” Greta said.
Maggie lowered her eyes and her voice. “I was horny. That's all there was to it. I wasn't in the mood last night and the asshole damn near raped me. He wanted to sodomize me! That will never happen! I kneed the scumbag in the balls and told him I never want to see him again."
“Still,” Greta observed, “he's a hell of a good looking man, and taking it up the butt-hole ain't so bad if you play with yourself while he's getting your shit on his dick. Maybe you ought to give him another chance."
Maggie laughed politely, but the serious expression on her face did not change. “I imagine he got what he wanted last night from somebody else."
Sewana smiled. “Do I sense the green-eyed monster of jealousy lurking nearby?"
“Hell, no. She is welcome to him."
“Who?” Greta asked.
“That snooty school principal."
“Deborah Andrews?” Greta and Sewana asked simultaneously.
Maggie nodded. “When I came out of my office last night, Buzz was waiting for me at one of the tables. Dr. Andrews was sitting with him. She's had a severe haircut and was dressed like a teenager. With him sitting there watching, she was toying with her nipples. Can you believe that?"
* * * *
“How'd it go, Teach?” Buzz asked as Deborah descended the basement steps.
“I must have figuratively kissed two hundred asses at the Korner Kafe, Buzz. Either I'm getting used to it or the responses weren't so cutting today.” She sat on the bottom step and began removing her shoes.
“Anybody feel you up on this holy day?” he laughed.
“One,” she replied.
“Who?"
“You're not going to believe it—Sandra Dollar. They didn't have the kid with them today—said he was out with Maggie and others panning for gold."
Buzz laughed. “Panning for gold? So that's what she does on her Sundays. What did Sandy do?"
“Slipping her hand under the table, she pushed my panties into my vagina and masturbated me while the two of them sweetly carried on a meaningless conversation. So help me, Buzz, I think Tim knew what she was doing."
He laughed. “Did you get off on it?"
She blushed and lowered her voice. “Yes, damn it, and she knew it. I think both of them did. They invited me to come to their place this afternoon and do some fishing in one of their ponds."
“Sounds like they want to share you,” Buzz said.
Her halter-top was halfway off when she realized what he said. “Oh, God. Please, Buzz. Don't make me do that."
He shook his head. “That kind of sexual abuse is not what I have planned for you, Teach. Besides, it wouldn't be any fun if I were not there to watch."
She bent over and placed the halter top on her shoes, holding the pose for him to enjoy her dangling breasts, but he wasn't looking.
“The pancakes were good this morning,” he said. “It surprised me. I would not have thought of you as much of a cook."
She let the miniskirt drop to her ankles.
“You did a good job on that corner this morning,” he said, nodding towards the empty space. “I threw the trash out back, but we have a growing pile of junk people might buy in the corner you cleaned last night. Get your ass busy scrubbing while I work on the third corner. Hell, Teach, we may finish the basement by suppertime."
* * * *
“The choir's anthem this morning was super, Frank,” June said as they sat on her sofa.
“And my little solo was the best part, right?"
“Of course,” she said as she hugged him.
He fondled her breast and buried his tongue between her willing lips.
“I love you so much, Frank Skinner."
“That makes it nice, Lovely Lady, because I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love anyone."
She watched as he unbuttoned her blouse. “Do you think Mrs. Andrews is pretty?"
He smiled sheepishly. “You saw me looking at her butt at the Korner Kafe, didn't you?"
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sp; She nodded as she shrugged the blouse from her shoulders.
“I'm still a man. She went to every table and bent over, wiggling her ass and shaking her tits. You can bet your last nickel she knew every guy in the place was staring."
She reached behind her and unfastened the brassiere hook. “You looked at her boobs, too, when she came to our table."
He laughed as he pulled the bra away from her body. “The damn things nearly fell out of her halter when she leaned over to shake hands."
She cupped her breasts in her hands and studied them. “Do you think hers are prettier than mine?” She crawled into his lap and hooked her right arm around his neck. She shivered when his hands began to knead her breasts.
“Lovely Lady, boobs come in all shapes and sizes. To me, they're all beautiful, but there's one tremendous difference between you and ... what is it she wants us to call her?"
“Debbie."
“Yeah. There's one tremendous difference between you and Debbie. I'm in love with you."
She tightened her grip on his hair and gently sucked his lower lip. “Frank. Do you think they will give me my money back at UNC-Charlotte?"
He pulled his head back and looked at her. “What are you talking about?"
“I ... I think I made a mistake."
“June, you've been out of school a couple of years, but it'll come back to you. You'll do just fine."
“I'm not worried about the work, honey. I've been reading the syllabus and textbook. This whole bookkeeping class is geared to computers—something they call a spreadsheet. I don't know anything about computers and I can't afford one anyway."
“What do they cost?"
“I've been checking ads in the paper. They start around fifteen hundred and go up from there."
He inched his hand up her leg and sucked hungrily on the breast they named Desire. “After the class, the computer will be used for keeping my books,” he said, “so it's a legitimate business expense."
She pushed his head to Magic, and moaned as she felt his tongue circling her nipple. “I can't ask you to buy a computer for me,” she said.
“Have you talked with Sean? I understand he's Dot's resident computer expert."
“I haven't talked with anybody about it. Oh,” she squealed as he slipped his fingers under the crotch of her panties.
“What's his last name?"
“Oh, mercy, Frank. That feels so good. His name is ... is ... Taylor. Baby, it's time to take this show to the bedroom."
He stood up, holding her in his arms. “You go turn back the sheets. I'll join you as soon as I make one phone call."
She went to the bathroom and stepped out of her panties and skirt. She pulled the precious box from the medicine cabinet, sat on the commode and carefully inserted the diaphragm. After replacing the now empty box, she wiggled her hips until she felt comfortable with the foreign object inside her, went to the bedroom and pulled the spread and top sheet to the foot of her bed.
He likes the blue teddy, she thought, but I wore that last night. What can I do different today that will excite him?
Frank came into the bedroom removing his shirt and froze as he gazed at June on the bed. She was nude and laying on her back with legs high in the air and spread wide apart. Her left hand was pulling Magic's nipple and the middle finger of her right hand was stroking her clitoris.
“If you don't hurry,” she gasped, “I'm not going to need you."
He tore off his clothes and jumped into the bed, his thumb quickly replacing her finger. He felt her shudder as the first orgasm engulfed her and he traced a path with his tongue to her navel. As his hands found her breasts, he looked up. “We have to hurry. Sean has a used laptop he will sell me for five hundred. He said he would meet us in his office at three-thirty."
“Screw the computer,” she screamed.
He kissed Magic. “I'd rather screw you."
* * * *
Deborah sat on the bottom basement step. Her body was filthy and covered with perspiration. “I didn't think we could do it,” she said, “but this basement is as clean as a hospital operating room."
“And it's only six-thirty,” he said, checking his watch.
“We have a huge pile of trash in the back yard, but you have a number of nice things that should sell quickly in a yard sale. The chiffonier should bring five hundred easily."
“I've been thinking about what you suggested—you know—getting an appraisal on some of this stuff. For all I know, the chiffonier may be an antique."
He picked up the cattle prod.
“Buzz,” she cried in alarm. “Did I do something wrong?"
“Yeah,” he said, looking at the prod, “you did."
“But I worked my ass off. There hasn't been one cross word. I didn't even complain when I fell off the damned ladder. When you made me go into the back yard to piss and stood there watching me, I didn't say a word."
“That's the problem,” he said seriously. “I've been looking forward to shoving this thing up your ass and zapping you for five or ten seconds, but you are so damn obedient, I have no excuse."
She took a deep breath, stood and bent over, pulling the strap to one side. “If it pleases you, do it."
He stuffed the prod into his back pocket and softly patted her buttocks. “A deal's a deal,” he said. “You'll slip up sooner or later. We still have nineteen days to go."
She stood erect. “Are we going to start on the attic now?"
“You're trembling. Is it from fear of the prod or fatigue?"
“Buzz, you won't let me eat anything but dry toast and rabbit food. I'm weak."
“Oh, I imagine you fixed yourself a couple of peanut butter sandwiches when you got home last night."
“I told you I will obey you for three weeks. I was tempted, but I didn't do it."
“Not even one little pancake this morning?"
She shook her head.
He smiled. “I'm going to get that extra weight off you, so I'm not changing your diet, but I am going to give you a break tonight. Did you buy a sexy bathing suit like I told you?"
“I bought two. One is a skimpy two piece bikini. The other is once piece, but it's a little snug. I think you will like it."
“Did you bring a change of underwear?"
She nodded.
“Living at the golf course, you have pool privileges at the Dollars’ playground, don't you?"
“I've never used the pool, but yes, we can go there tonight if that's what you have in mind."
“Don't you think the water will make those aching muscles feel better?"
She grinned. “I have an idea you won't let me relax very much."
“You're damn right, Teach. Swimming is great exercise. You're going to swim the length of the pool repeatedly. Get your fat ass up the steps and take a shower. After I've cleaned up, we'll go to your place and see what you look like in the one-piece suit. Your ass is too flabby for the bikini, but that will change."
As she forced her aching legs up the steps she said, “It will be faster if we shower together."
“Yeah,” he said as he followed, watching the cheeks of her buttocks grinding together.
Deborah soaped his back and buttocks. Her finger lingered on his anus. He did not complain. She ran the bar of soap over the rippling muscles of his chest. She rubbed his flat stomach as she pressed her breasts against his back. She felt him widen his stance and let her fingers work lower. His penis was flaccid. She worked up a rich lather in his pubic hair and let her fingers juggle his testicles. She felt him growing in her hand.
“Buzz,” she whispered. “I want it inside me. Please. I'm so small down there,” she pleaded, “it'll hurt like hell. You like to hear me scream. Please, Buzz."
“I like to hear you scream in pain—not pleasure. Just keep stroking, bitch."
Chapter Fifteen
“Good morning, Greta. Is Frank around?"
Greta shook her head. “Him and Hank are working at the Dollars’ place this morn
ing, Buzz. Something I can help you with?"
“Who is Hank?"
“New man Frank hired Saturday."
“Shit. Uh, excuse me, Greta. It's just that Frank offered me that job and gave me until today to think about it."
“You ain't working at the grocery no more?"
“No. I was counting on this job with Frank."
“Maybe he'll hire you too."
“I don't think so, Greta. My understanding is that he needed you to run the shop and one more man to work in the field."
“Maybe so, but...” She reached beneath the counter and placed a spiral bound notebook before him. “This here is Frank's schedule book,” she said, thumbing through the pages. “I was looking at it this morning. I don't read so good, but it looks to me like he has more work lined up than any two men can do."
Buzz turned the notebook around so he could read it.
“Mr. Elliott came by this morning angry as an old wet hen. He says Frank was supposed to be doing the landscaping on three houses he's built for the Dollars on Lumbermill Road. He said there's three more needs doing next week."
Buzz winked. “Thanks for the head's up. I think I'll drive out to the Dollars’ place and see if I can talk Frank into taking on another hand."
He started for the door, but turned back to her. “Greta, have you done something different with your hair?"
She smiled and shook her head.
“New makeup?"
“Ain't wearing none."
“Well, it's not the clothes. I've seen you in jeans and a tee shirt many times, but there's something different about you this morning—something good."
She smiled. “Don't reckon I know what it could be."
“That's it,” Buzz said. “It's your smile. I've never seen you smile before. You must really like working for Frank."
She grinned and nodded. “That must be it."
* * * *
“No, I did not tell you I would hold the job open until Monday, Buzz. I said I had ads in the newspapers, but if the job was still open today, you could have it if that's what you decided."
Buzz looked at Hank, riding the mower towards the smaller of the two Dollar ponds. “I guess I misunderstood.” He pulled the signed school contract from his hip pocket and handed it to Frank. “I got the school principal bitch to sign your contract."
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