THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCY

by MIMI WILDE

  She squealed in alarm before they reached her, but then one hulking figure caught her around the waist and started dragging her toward the alley. She tried to cry out again but a hand covered her mouth.

  In the alley she had her first look at the two men. The both wore funny rubber masks. One was a duck and the other was a pig.

  “Just relax, bitch,” the man said. “We’re going to give you something you’ll like.”

  “We’re going to get some of what you’ve been selling,” the other man said.

  She tried frantically to twist out of the grasp of the man who held her, but he was too strong. The two men forced her against the hard brick of a building. She cried out in pain as a piece of jagged rock stabbed into her back. A hand gripped her breast and twisted. Again she struggled to free herself but it was futile.

  “We’re going to fuck the hell out of you,” the other man said “We’re going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

  The man holding her ripped her dress and grabbed her breast hard. She cried out in pain. He pressed her against the wall harder. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she brought a knee up between the first man’s legs. He grunted in pain but he didn’t release her. The other man was pulling at her skirt.

  “No,” she said. “No, damn you.”

  “Don’t fight so hard, whore,” the man grunted.

  Again she brought her knee up but the man easily twisted out of her way. And the other man’s hand was on her knee moving up between her thighs. With one frantic shove, she was able to push one of the men back from her and it gave her enough freedom to claw at the other man’s face. She knocked the mask sideways and he had stop long enough to straighten it. It gave her just enough to free herself from both men. She kicked her heels off and ran like hell, but she wasn’t quite fast enough. One of the men caught her again at the entrance to the alley, but by then her rescue had arrived.

  With a sob of appreciation and surprise, she saw Eddie’s car pulling up to the curb. A chubby little blond sat in the seat next to him. She vaguely remembered the girl from highs school. She draped herself over Eddie as if she had just found her true love. She thought they were probably on their way to the movie house where she had often gone with Eddie. They almost passed her by but Eddie had seen her at the last minute, and he brought his car to a screeching halt.

  He was out of the car in a moment, running at them like the hard charging linebacker he had been in high school. One of the masked men turned and ran, but the other hesitated a moment too long and Eddie hit him with the force of a freight train. The man went backwards and down. He yelled in pain as something snapped with an audible crack. The man would have been hurt more seriously if Eddie hadn’t stumbled. Somehow the man managed to reach his feet and he took off as fast as he could managed while holding his arm in an awkward way.

  Eddie started after him, but Lucy caught his arm.

  “No, Eddie. Don’t.”

  “Those bastards,” he said.

  “It’s all right, Eddie. Thank you.”

  She touched his shoulder for reassurance and then began to tremble. She almost collapsed. Eddie caught her in his strong arms. The blond had gotten out of the car and said something Lucy didn’t quite hear. She could imagine what it was.

  “Shut up, Dana,” he said. “I’m going to drive her to the hospital.”

  “No, no hospital,” Lucy said. “I can drive. I’m going home.”

  ‘Then I’m going to follow you home,” Eddie said.

  “I’m going to the movies,” Dana said angrily.

  She stomped off down the street in the direction of the movie theater.

  “You lost your girlfriend,” Lucy said.

  “She wasn’t much of a girlfriend,” Eddie said. “Not like the last one.”

  She still needed a little time to recover and they walked across the street the Aberdeen Dinger and sat automatically in the back booth. It was their booth. Sitting with Eddie felt comfortable and familiar.

  And dangerous, she thought.

  There had been so many changes in her life that week. She felt as if she rushed along in a fast-moving eddy, and it was natural to want to grab an anchor. Eddie was an anchor, strong and dependable. But even if Eddie wanted her back, she could not go back to the way it was before.

  She sipped her black coffee.

  “Who were they?” Eddie asked.

  “I don’t know,” she admitted.

  “They won’t be able to hide from me long. Besides, one of them has a broken collarbone.”

  “No, Eddie,” she said. “Leave it alone. There was no harm done. Please just leave it alone.”

  They sat in silence for a while. She finished off her coffee felt in control of herself again. She offered to pay for the coffee but Eddie was his macho self. Women didn’t pay for coffee as long as he was around, as if paying for a cup of coffee made him the lion of the jungle caring for his mate.

  A few more people came in. She knew their faces. They were Fort Bell people. The woman looked as if she could spit on her. Lucy looked away. Eddie took her arm and escorted her out the door.

  She wasn’t sure she wanted Eddie to know where she lived, but he was insistent in following her. Just in case. She drove carefully because she wasn’t sure about herself. Someone assaulting her in an alley was not her idea of Friday night fun.

  She turned into her drive and Eddie followed. She sighed as she wondered how she was going to get rid of him. She didn’t really want him coming inside. She got out of her car and Eddie appeared immediately at her side.

  “I’m okay now, Eddie,” he said.

  “Aren’t you going to invite me inside?” Eddie asked.

  “It’s been a long day, Eddie, and I’m tired.”

  “I’ve got money,” Eddie said.

  It was a nasty thing for him to say, but not unexpected. For sure, Eddie had heard the gossip.

  “Go home, Eddie,” she said

  “What’s wrong with my money? I was saving it for our honeymoon.”

  “Oh damn, Eddie. Come inside. I owe you a drink, at least.”

  Eddie’s face was flushed with excitement as he followed her into the cottage. He sat on the couch as she walked to the kitchen. She poured them both drinks. She saw hope and expectation in Eddie’s eyes as she returned to the living room.

  She handed him his drink.

  “I’ve got nearly five hundred dollars saved,” he said.

  She shook her head. “No, Eddie, not for money.”

  “Why? What’s wrong with my money? Isn’t that what whores do?”

  He was starting to irritate her more and more, and she had the glimmer of an idea. It made her shiver involuntarily and close her thighs together.

  “You see our friend Jimmy anymore?”

  “Nah. I told you. After he did what he did, he had to stop working at the tannery. He moved away. I heard he might have joined the Army.”

  “Just because he ate a little pussy?” Lucy asked.

  Eddie shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

  “You know, guys who do that … well people think they’re weird.”

  “Do you think it’s weird, Eddie?” she said.

  “Yeah, sure,” he said.

  Lucy sipped her wine and leaned over against him. She kissed him hard on the mouth, surprising him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. Her mouth opened and she thrust her tongue. She put her hand in his lap and he was already hard, threatening to burst out of his trousers.

  “Will you do it for me, Lucy,” he pleaded.

  She almost laughed at the sense of sexual power going through her. He was about to get a lot more than he bargained for. And he was going to keep his cash. He was going to pay her in another way entirely.

  His face fell as she pushed him away and stood up. She knew her smile was evil as he looked at her pleadingly. She kicked off her shoes and went over to the stereo player. She put a record on the player. The music was jazz but slig
htly upbeat. She ran her hands though her hair like she had seen a woman do in the movies. She crossed her arms under her breasts and started gently swaying to the music. She heard his gasp of surprise as she started undoing the buttons of her blouse.

  She was not really a dancer but it didn’t matter. What she did was sensuous, exciting for the young man who had not really had a lot of experience.

  Her blouse floated down to the floor and then she unhooked her skirt and shimmied out of it. Underneath she wore a black bra, black panties, black garter belt and stockings. She danced closer to him, close enough for him to grab her. He pulled her down into his lap. She let him kiss and maul her for a few minutes, and then she twisted away again. The long playing record was still going as she undid her bra and let it fall. He had seen and felt her breasts before, but mostly in the dark of a parked car.

  He gasped again as she unhooked her garter belt.

  “Do you want to take my stockings off, baby,” she said.

  She would not have made such an offer to Digger Wynn. He would have torn off her stockings and everything else and probably beat her ass as an afterthought. She thought of Digger Wynn’s big cock thrusting into her and she shivered.

  She danced over to the couch and put a leg beside Eddie. He looked grateful as he peeled her stocking down her leg. She lifted the other leg and he did the same.

  “Kiss my toes,” she said.

  Eddie looked as if he might refuse but then he put his lips tentatively against her feet. The sense of sexual power went through her again. Lord, this was nice.

  “Now my panties,” she said.

  Shock and surprise, but very willing. He peeled her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. He reached for her but she twisted away from him. She sat at arm’s length from him on the couch.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

  Hearing her say the word drove him crazy. He turned bright red and reached for her again, but a sharp command stopped him. She slid down in the seat and spread her legs wide.

  “You want to fuck me, you have to kiss me first.”

  It took him a moment to understand. He did not look happy. He shifted on the couch and she knew he was so hard that it was painful. But this was not something he expected.

  “Guys don’t do that,” he protested. “Real men don’t do that.”

  “You can have me if you kiss me,” she said.

  She almost laughed at his confusion. If he had refused, she still would have let him have her as she felt a little sorry for him but she wondered how far she could go. His sexual need outweighed his reluctant and he dropped down to his knees. He crawled between her legs.

  “You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said. “People will think I’m weird or something.”

  “You’re my weird little sweetie,” she said. “Now come eat me up.”

  And he did. He showed more reluctance at first as his lips touched her pussy lips. He drew back. She didn’t force him. She waited patiently as he put his face back between her legs. This time his tongue probed tentatively and she shivered.

  She had never felt anything like it before. It was a mixture of sexual power and the sweet, wet penetration of his tongue. It was a different from a hard cock pounding into her. His tongue was soft, flexible, and gentle.

  “That’s it, baby boy,” she said. “Taste me.”

  Eddie’s warm, wet tongue slipped into her pussy lips and he tasted her juice. He jerked away like he was burned, and she casually stroked the back of his head.

  “Just think how it’s going to feel when you put your hard cock in me, Eddie,” she said. “Just think, and all you have to do is make me feel nice.”

  Once again his sexual hunger overcame his reluctance and his lips pressed against her pussy again. Eddie wormed his tongue into her again. This time he did not draw away even though she knew she was very wet and smearing his lips with juice. He wasn’t sure what to do and she gently took his head and started moving his face against her pussy.

  “Put your tongue there, baby. Yes, there. That’s sweet, baby. Oh yes, like that.”

  Eddie had no experience, but he seemed willing to learn. Nobody had ever eaten her before, but it felt good. She directed the movements of his head. He started out acting a little stiff and resistant but finally he gave in completely.

  He pushed his face harder between her legs in his attempt to pleasure her. All thoughts of resisting gone, he seemed to be trying desperately to make her come. She could have come quickly but she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue rubbing inside her pussy, and the sound of him swallowing her tangy juice.

  Sweet pleasure growing in her, she kept moving her hips to find what gave her most pleasure, experimenting with him. When she felt the onrush of her orgasm, she grabbed him forcibly behind the head and started bucking up to meet his tongue.

  “I’m fucking your face, baby,” she moaned. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

  Wild and wicked, her orgasm flooded his face and mouth with juices and she held him in a fixed grip, not releasing him until the last shudder had gone through her. Finally, she let him fall backwards. Poor Eddie was gasping and swallowing, choking. He finally got his breath.

  “You can’t tell,” he whispered. “You can’t tell anyone.”

  Poor country Eddie, afraid he would get a reputation for eating pussy, afraid it would be the kiss of death for his reputation. Silly, stupid boy.

  She pulled him up into the chair. His eyes were unfocused. He still swallowed her juice. She kissed him and she tasted herself, and it made her feel glorious inside.

  She reached down and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His fat cock popped out. She swung her legs over and settled down on him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she took his cock inside her.

  “This is what you want, baby,” she said. “See, if you’re nice to me, you get what you want.”

  She began to bounce on him gently. His cock felt hot and firm inside her but she knew it was not enough for her to come again. Just having a cock inside wasn’t enough. She needed the dangerous edge Digger brought with him, the feeling of being on the edge of the precipice about to fall into space. Controlling Eddie and making him eat her had given her that edge, but just fucking him gently only gave her a pleasant warmth.

  “You want to come inside me, baby,” she moaned. “Go ahead. Come inside me. Fill me up.”

  He leaned over to suck on a nipple as his hips finally started to thrust up into her hard. He was too excited to last long. He groaned like he was in pain and thrust up into her one last time. His cum spurted thickly and ran out of her pussy to drip on his thighs. He stopped but she worked her pussy up and down his cock until she was sure she had it all.

  “Now wasn’t that nice,” she told him.

  They had known each other for a long time, but now he was looking as if he had never met her. She slipped off his cock and settled back on the couch, legs underneath her, as she watched him stand up and stuff his cock back and buckle up. His face was red. He started to say something, cleared his throat, and then turned and rushed out of the cottage like it was on fire.

  7.

  The next week was more of the same, a mad rush to get things done. Things still didn’t make sense to her. Troy kept pushing facts and figures at her and echoing a constant mantra.

  “It’s the details, girl,” he said, over and over. “Get the details right.”

  She was still not any more popular, but she didn’t care. In the back of her mind she was beginning to understand the power trip real bosses had. For a man like Troy, it was wonderful. He was a General with his own little Army, but the truth was deep down Troy was soft and insecure.

  Oh, he knew business. He knew how to demand the best of employees. He knew how to get things done. But he was not as hard a man. She began to see that people were not as awed by him as they pretended. There was a lot of nonsense that went on behind his back. She had only been working for the tannery for a week and
she already saw a lot of issues that Troy missed. People took advantage of him.

  She learned from Troy. Her typing skills improved and she was picking up some accounting tips and sales tips, but she was also beginning to see his limitations. She would only be able to get so far with him.

  She also caught him looking at her strangely a couple of times. She didn’t like the look. It was the same lovesick look she had seen from Eddie. The last thing she needed was another lover hanging around.

  She needed to get his mind back on work and she thought she knew the way to do it. She had also noticed the way Sylvia looked at her boss. Sylvia was really the only one who seemed awed by Troy. Getting Troy and Sylvia together might also help her popularity. She knew Sylvia was still pissed at her.

  “She’s in love with you,” Lucy told Troy, as they sat alone in his office.

  “What?”

  “Sylvia. She’s in love with you.”

  He shook his head. “That’s a stupid and dangerous comment. She has a husband and a kid. Of course she’s not in love with me.”

  In just a short time Lucy had already learned that Troy’s gruff manner and tone of voice was only an act, and it no longer intimidated her.

  “She’s in love with you. This wasn’t about the job. She wants to be around you. She’s got that look in her eyes.”

  “Nonsense. She wanted your job.”

  Lucy shook her head. “It’s a lot more than that with her. “

  “Look, Lucy,” he said. “It’s time you learned that in business, everybody’s a whore. You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. It’s not about what I did yesterday, but what I can do for you today. Digger thinks I’m a great guy. We’ve been friends a long time. But if the bottom line isn’t profitable, he’d send me out the door in a heartbeat. It’s the way things are. I don’t have time to worry about some silly young girl thinking she’s in love with me.”

  Lucy shrugged. “Okay. Fair enough. But I thought you’d like to know that she’s mad at me, not at you. I bet you could do anything with her you desired. Especially if you threatened to let her go.”