The Lisa Series

by Charles Arnold

  After a moment, Lisa continued. “Then he embarrassed me in front of that boy, Carl. And he made me light his cigarette and drink from his glass. He made me kiss him. He put his hand under my dress. He touched between my legs and my breasts. As he did these things, he made me say I liked it...that I liked his hand between my legs. That’s when I...I...I began to get excited. Saying I liked it made me...very excited.”

  “Pussy all hot and wet?” the General asked.

  “Yes, hot and wet.”

  The tape was silent for a moment. “Go on,” the General said.

  “He took me to Ryan’s. I was scared, real scared. Billy couldn’t do anything to help me. Only Frank could get me out of there and he did.” Silence again.

  “That all?”

  “No...no. I was grateful. When we got to Frank’s place, I wanted to show him how grateful. Even though I could still have killed him, a part of me wanted to...to do what I did.” She paused again. “When he came in my mouth, I wanted it. I wanted to be there on my knees taking him in my mouth like that. I wanted to please him. Pleasing him made me excited, yet I hated him. I...I...can’t explain it.”

  There was silence again on the tape. “He fuck you?” the General asked.

  “Yes...yes, he made me come. Then he made me come again. I came so good. I never knew it could feel like that.”

  “After that night, he keep fucking you?”

  “Yes, every night for a week, and each time it was better. It kept getting better.”

  “And you ain’t been fucked now for a whole week?”

  “No sir.”

  “You been wet all evening. Let me see.”

  “Yes,” there was a pause.

  “You really creamin. Your clit all swole.”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Well, baby, you done me good and you say the right things on the tape, so if you just do what Frank tells you, maybe he’ll fuck you pretty soon.”

  “Yes...yes, I think he knows how much I need it.”

  “Okay,” the General said, “you take the tape. Is it still running?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Well, this is a message for old Frank. Listen up, Frank. When you ready to dump this here pretty little fox, you send her on down to me. She got a sweet mouth. Workin for the General she can make herself a pile of money.”

  “But I...” Lisa began.

  The General cut her off. “Nora, help the girl with her clothes, and tell Dooley to give her back to her husband.” I heard Lisa putting on her dress and shoes, and then the sound of heels crossing the floor and descending the stairs. Then the sound of Dooley’s voice.

  “How she do, Nora?’The tape ran out before Nora replied.

  Chapter Nine

  Party Plans

  I took the next day off. We were both exhausted. When the phone rang a little before noon, Lisa was still asleep. “Billy,” Frank said, “Silk’s on his way over for the tape. You heard it last night?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I’ve been talking to Dooley. That little wife of yours did all right. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes, she...”

  “You haven’t touched her?”

  “No, she wouldn’t...”

  “Right. She knows I’d find out. How many more days, Billy?”

  “Five.”

  “Ah, only five. I guess both of you are looking forward to this thing being finished?”

  “Yes...yes, more than anything, we want it to be over.”

  “Well, it won’t be long now unless your wife fucks up, and the way she’s been performing that don’t seem likely. Dooley says the General didn’t let her get off last night?”

  “That’s true.”

  “And you didn’t touch her?”

  “No, I told you...”

  “And she got orders not to touch herself.”

  “Yes.”

  “And I ain’t fucked your wife in a week, so little Lisa must be hot as hell, must have a juicy cunt, right?”

  His deliberate reference to fucking my wife made me sick at the stomach. “I...I don’t know,” I said, “she’s sleeping.”

  “Do me a favor, Billy. You just go on in there and check. You know what I mean? Spread her legs and look. Better yet, you got a phone by the bed. Wake her up. I want to talk to her.”

  Lisa was awake. I pointed to the phone, and she picked it up. She listened for a moment. “Yes,” she said, glancing at me. “Yes, Frank honey, very wet.” There was a pause. “Yes, Billy is here.” She waited, listening to Frank. Then, holding the phone with one hand, she pushed the sheet down with the other. Still listening, she nodded. Lifting her nightgown, she spread her legs to show me the wetness between them. “Yes, honey, I’m showing him.” She continued to listen, biting her lip. “He’s standing right here.” She looked over at me and shook her head. Then she lowered her voice, but it was impossible for me not to hear. “You know I do,” she said. “I...I...want you.” Frank knew that I was in the room. He was making her say these things to torment me. There was a pause before Lisa spoke again, “I want you, honey, inside of me.” There was another pause. “Yes, you know that I am...that I’m your woman.” Frank said something. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, then glanced at me before she looked away. Cupping the phone with one hand she said, “Your woman and...and your cocksucker, just yours, honey.”

  I went into the kitchen. After a few minutes, she joined me. She’d been crying. I held her, and she began to tremble and the tears started flowing again. “Oh, Billy, to say that word...to know that it’s what I...what I’ve become...what I am. To know that I kneel before this horrible man who caused me to send my son away...to know that I’m down on my knees there naked and...and...” she was sobbing quietly

  “I’ll kill the bastard,” I said.

  “Maybe you should have, Billy. Maybe before all this began. But it’s only five more days. By this time next week we will have the video. Let’s keep holding onto that thought.”

  “You think that son-of-a-bitch will keep his word?”

  “He has no conscience about anything else, but I do think he will do what he promised. I know there’s only one copy, and I’m sure he’ll give it to us. Besides, by then he’ll be tired of this game.” She pressed against me. “Oh, Billy, I’m so hot. I wish we could do it. I wish you would take me now.”

  “Why not? He won’t know” I could feel the heat and wetness of her against my hard cock. She had always been interested in sex, but since this began it seemed she was constantly in a state of arousal. Of course, Frank saw to it that she had little else to think about.

  She stepped back. “Like I told you, Billy, if we did anything, he’d know. Somehow he’d know. He might even have this place bugged. And he will ask me. He always does. I can’t look at him and lie. He’d know.”

  “Okay then, five days and we’re free.”

  “Yes, keep thinking that, Billy. Keep thinking only five more days.” She squeezed my hand. “He wants me to spend tonight at his apartment.” She paused, “And he wants you to come. He said something about a party, and he wants you to be there.”

  “It couldn’t be worse than last night,” I said. “I’ll be okay.”

  “You know how I have to be, how I have to act, the things I have to say?”

  “Yes,” I said, “but something’s been bothering me.”

  “What?”

  “When Silk was here, he said you did something...something for Frank that he wasn’t allowed to force you to do to him. I can’t imagine what...”

  “Don’t, please, Billy,” she interrupted. “I can’t...” she held me tight and once more pushed her crotch against me. “Oh, Billy, I…I keep trying to put it out of my head, to think of other things, but...but look.” She stepped back and there was a wet spot on her nightgown.

  For the rest of the afternoon, she slept. When she woke she did her nails, shaved her pussy, showered, and rubbed her body with perfumed oil. She put on the same tight
black skirt that she had worn for Silk. It buttoned up the front. Her blouse was new but similar to the one she’d worn before. It was white nylon and also buttoned up the front. Through it, the soft outline of her small breasts and the pink tips of her nipples were visible. She put on the black heels that she’d worn on that first night at Bruno’s. It was still bitterly cold, but she wore no stockings or panties.

  At eight o’clock, we left for the short walk to Frank’s. At the door, she looked up at me, “There’s a thing I have to go through when I come into his apartment, Billy. There’s a lot of things, like little routines he makes me do. I just do them now without thinking.”

  I nodded. She pushed the bell. Frank yelled for us to come in. His place was somewhat cleaner but still smelled of stale beer and cigar smoke. Lisa quickly hung up our coats. Frank sat in the big overstuffed chair. After a quick look back at me, Lisa crossed to stand before him.

  “What you got for old Frankie?” He smiled up at her.

  She unbuttoned her blouse and cupping her bare breasts, offered them to him. “These, honey,” she said.

  “What else?” He looked over at me and winked. Lisa undid the buttons of her skirt and parted it.

  She stepped closer and spread her shaved pussy, “And this.” He laughed but made no move to touch her. She let go of her skirt but did not button it. All of this was obviously one of the ritual acts she had referred to. Lisa’s responses seemed rehearsed. Still watching my beautiful wife display herself like this before that fat slob was the most painful thing I’d ever had to endure. But, at the same time, I could feel my cock swell and press against my pants. I’m sure Frank noticed it.

  He reached down to fondle his own cock, “And that pretty little red mouth, what you gonna do with it?”

  “You know, honey.”

  “Yeah, but tell me anyway.”

  “Suck you.” Frank stared up at her waiting. “I...I’m your cocksucker.”

  He laughed at her again. “Hey, Billy,” he called to me, “your wife’s come a long way, don’t you think? Three weeks ago she couldn’t even say ‘cocksucker’.” He motioned for her to step back. “Just don’t forget what you are.” He wagged a finger at her. “And remember, nobody’s touching your pussy till you done what you’re supposed to do. I ain’t letting you come for a long, long time.” Standing there with her head bowed, she looked like a child being scolded. “You want Frank’s cock?” he asked, grabbing his crotch.

  “Yes...yes, I...”

  “Then you got to earn it, right?”

  “Yes, honey, I’ll...”

  He cut her off, “Well, you’re gonna work hard for it tonight. And not only that, you’re gonna give us something different.” He waved her over to the couch and motioned for me to sit beside her. It seemed like years ago we had sat right here watching Richie on the tape and listening to Frank’s proposition. “Now, I’m gonna explain what’s happening tonight,” he began. “First, there’s a poker game. Dooley and Silk are coming and two others.” He paused and leaned forward, “How many holes you got, Lisa?”

  Lisa wasn’t sure what he meant, “I…I don’t think I...” she began.

  “Three,” Frank said. “You got three. And, think hard now, how many of them holes has had cocks in them?”

  “Two,” Lisa said.

  “Which two?”

  “My...my pussy and my...mouth.”

  “That leaves one hole ain’t had no cock in it, right?”

  “Yes,” Lisa’s voice was so soft, Frank had to ask her again.

  “Yes, honey,” she said.

  “Which one?”

  “My...my...”

  “Your tight little asshole,” Frank smiled. He pointed to her skirt. She quickly pushed it up over her thighs and spread her knees. Frank nodded. “When the poker club gets together, the guy holdin the party gives a prize at the end of the night to whoever has lost the most. It’s usually a bottle of booze, or a box of cigars, or a dirty video, something like that.” He paused. “Guess what the guys really want? They mention it every time we play.” Lisa reddened. Her small hands gripped the cushion, and her fingernails dug into it. Frank spoke slowly, “The guys want a sweet virgin ass. They want yours.”

  “No...no…” Lisa turned away and drew her knees together.

  I stood up. “No,” I said, “it’s not going to happen.”

  Frank raised his eyebrows and leaned back smiling, “What is this, a violation of the contract just when it’s almost over?”

  “No...Frank, please…I...I can’t do that,” Lisa said.

  “Yes you can. And yes that’s exactly what you’re going to do, damnit!” His face was flushed with anger. “You keep your part of the bargain, I’ll keep mine. Otherwise, the cops are gonna be lookin at that tape twenty minutes from now. What’s it gonna be?”

  I began to protest, but Frank held up his hand. “Sit down, Billy.” He stared at Lisa. She was still turned away from him, her eyes squeezed shut, her body rigid. We sat in silence for a full two minutes.

  Gradually, she relaxed and opened her eyes. Turning back toward Frank, she bowed her head and slowly spread her knees. She inched to the edge of the couch and opened herself to him. “Yes,” she said.

  “Good. Tonight we cut the cards. The winner gets your ass. Agreed?”

  “Yes.”

  Frank leaned back again and smiled. “And afterwards, you get a big prize of your own. I got it right here.” He grabbed his crotch. “Old Frank gonna fuck you...fuck you till you come...till you come good, maybe three, four times. You like that?”

  She looked up at him. “Yes, honey.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, if you’ll...if you’ll...fuck me good, I’ll do whatever you want.”

  Frank was slow to respond. He sat there looking at her. Finally, he said, “Are you making up conditions?”

  Lisa quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, honey. I shouldn’t have said it that way. Please...I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “That’s better. I see your nipples are hard. Your pussy wet?”

  “Very wet.”

  Frank laughed, “Goddamn, Billy! I think we got ourselves a hot little woman here.”

  “You bastard,” I said.

  Frank laughed again, “Ain’t nothin wrong with that. Now, let me finish cause the gang ought to be arriving any minute.” He leaned forward, ignoring Lisa, looking instead at me. “You, Billy, are going to be the waiter tonight. You know, get the guys their beer, pretzels, chips, whatever they ask for. And you’re gonna watch Lisa do everything she’s told, and you’re gonna keep your mouth shut except to say ‘yes sir’.” He glared at me. “And if you get one step out of line, this wife of yours is gonna serve another full week, and at the next poker party there’s gonna be five winners instead of just one. Got that?”

  I nodded. He turned to Lisa. “And you are gonna stand right here by this chair. Anybody wants to feel you up, they’re gonna do it. Tongue kiss you, they’re gonna do it. And I want you to kiss good and act like you like it.” He paused.

  “Yes, honey,” Lisa said. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

  “And when I tell you to, you’re to go into the bedroom and get yourself all fixed up and wait there till I call for you to come back out here. Later, we cut the cards, and then you’re gonna get down on the floor with your head on the rug, and your ass sticking up. Understand?”

  “Yes, but please...I don’t...”

  He interrupted her, “Then, you’re gonna spread your cheeks for the KY which is a kind of grease so it don’t hurt.” He waited. Lisa nodded her head. “That’s when the lucky winner gets his prize. After he comes in your ass, I’m gonna fuck you, and then the guys you ain’t already blowed, they’re gonna fuck you, and then I’m gonna fuck you again. You’re gonna do everybody except Billy. That’s the plan. You got it?”

  “Yes,” Lisa said.

  “Billy?”

  “I understand,” I said.

  Chapter Ten

 
; Guests

  Lisa, still facing Frank, had not moved from the edge of the couch. Her knees were spread wide. “Tell your husband what all this talk’s been doing to you,” Frank said.

  Without looking at me, Lisa said, “I...I’m wet.”

  “Show him.” Lisa turned on the couch and, lifting one leg slightly, she pushed her hips forward. “Spread it,” Frank said. With two fingers she held open her pussy. It was oozing with come. Her clit was swollen and bright red.

  Frank glanced toward me, “See how well I got your woman trained?” Turning back to Lisa he said, “You always do exactly what I tell you, don’t you, babe?”

  “Yes, honey,” Lisa answered, “I do what you say.”

  “How long since you been fucked?”

  She took her hand from between her legs but kept her knees wide apart and her hips thrust forward. “Too long,” she said.

  “And you want fucked?”

  She cupped her small breasts and held them out to him, “Yes honey.” Frank waited. “I...I mean yes, honey, I want...fucked.” She glanced down at the floor, then back at him. “Yes, I do…I really do want...want fucked.”

  “That’s right. You learn fast,” Frank said. “Now tell Billy there’s an apron for him in the kitchen.”

  Still not looking at me, she said, “Frank says there’s an apron for you in the kitchen, Billy.” I didn’t move. Lisa looked down at the floor. She seemed to be waiting for Frank to speak. He sat back in his chair, grinning. Finally, she looked up at me. Tears were forming in her eyes. “The apron, it’s in the kitchen. Please, Billy.”

  Frank roared with laughter. I went into the kitchen. The apron was draped over the back of a chair. I put it on and sat down. The doorbell rang. From the other room, Frank shouted, “No, baby, you stay here. Billy will get it.”

  I opened the door to admit Silk and Dooley. Silk looked at me and smiled, “Well, well,” he said, “if it ain’t Cinderella.” Dooley shook his head. Silk moved toward the living room and stopped in the entrance. Lisa was standing next to Frank’s chair. Frank was stroking the back of her bare leg. She stood with her head bowed, not acknowledging the new arrivals. I took Dooley’s jacket. Silk grinned at me exposing his yellow broken teeth. “Ahhh, Billy, that’s some good lookin woman.” He crossed to Lisa. “Ya got a kiss for Mr. Silk?” he laughed, then quickly glanced at Frank. Frank nodded.