THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCY

by MIMI WILDE

  Troy moved faster. The slap of his balls against her cheeks sounded louder in the small room. Sylvia grunted and cried and came again, a little less than before, and then Troy gave all he had. He rammed her a last time and Lucy knew he was coming inside her, and coming a lot.

  “Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck.”

  He pulled back and slammed into her again and then collapsed against her back as his prick drained.

  “Damn it to hell, that was good,” he said.

  Nobody moved for a while. Finally, Lucy got up and straightened her skirt. She was still not sure how she had lost control so badly, but she was feeling guilty again.

  Troy finally stood, letting his limp cock slip out of Sylvia’s pussy. Sylvia stood on rubbery legs and let her dress and slip fall back down. She looked tired and dizzy. She took a step toward the door as Troy walked around and sat in his chair.

  He looked at Lucy and shook his head.

  “Are you sure you’re just nineteen?”

  “Eighteen.” Lucy said. “And aren’t you forgetting something, Sylvia? You haven’t cleaned him up.”

  The meaning of Lucy’s words struck home. For the first time Sylvia looked as if she might refuse.

  “I can’t do that,” she whispered. “Please don’t make me do that. He’s been inside me.”

  “Clean him up,” Lucy said mercilessly.

  Sylvia had no resistance left. She kneeled in front of Troy and took his cock into her mouth. Tenderly she cleaned him of her juices and his dripping cum. Since juice had dripped down to his balls and into his public hair, it took her a while. She wiped him with her hair as he had taught her to do.

  “You can go back to work now,” Troy said, “but leave the panties. I’d like a reminder.”

  Sylvia nodded. She walked gingerly out of the room and shut the door behind her.

  Troy still looked half-mad. He tucked his prick back into his pants. He started to say something, but then he shook his head.

  9.

  Tuesday morning. Regular meeting. Twenty-five store managers in the new building talking about health, regulations, payroll, taxes, and safety. It was routine, and most everybody was bored but it was a requirement of new government red tape.

  The meeting took a half day and held in three different segments once a month, one segment for each area of stores.

  It was Lucy’s first time and she was sitting in a small chair in the back trying to scribble notes on a pad on her knee as she listened to the speaker. She jumped when Troy touched her shoulder.

  “I need you outside for a minute,” he said.

  Nobody paid any attention. Half the people in the room were snoring gently. In the hallway, Troy stopped abruptly. “Digger’s waiting at the cottage. He and Junie got in last night and he’s eager to see you.

  “I see,” she said.

  He turned on his heel abruptly and left her.

  She went out to her car. She felt unhappy but it was not because of Digger. Honestly, there was a little tremor of excitement in her belly as she thought of having sex again with Digger. But she was unhappy for Troy. He was miserable.

  He was still fucking Sylvia on a regular basis, but she had often felt the heat of his eyes.

  She didn’t like or dislike Troy. And she was not attracted to him sexually. Only Digger excited her. He had the personality of a pig, but he made her hot.

  She felt it now, as she drove to see him. Digger was not in love with her. She was sure Digger had never been in love with anyone but himself. He was a user of people. She knew he would use her brutally, and the thought should have sickened her. Yet, her nipples tingled with excitement.

  What kind of person am I, she thought. She grew excited at the power she held over Sylvia and Troy but she also got excited at the power Digger held over her. It was confusing.

  She saw Digger’s Cadillac in the trees near the apartment building as she parked in front. Digger opened the door before she reached it. He was sipping a beer. He had removed his coat, tie, and had unbuttoned his shirt down the front. He wore nothing underneath and his bare chest glistened with sweat.

  He was actually a repulsive looking man, and the lecherous grin he gave her didn’t make him look any more appealing. But she felt the heat of his eyes all the way down into her belly.

  “Stand there for a moment,” Digger said. “Let me look at you.”

  He didn’t just look at her. He assaulted her with his eyes. With one look, he tore her clothes off and examined every inch of her. Her body responded to his crudeness. Her breasts felt swollen, achy, and her nipples tingled even more.

  He stopped looking and grabbed her around the waist. He bent her head back and kissed her savagely. His tongue thrust into her mouth. He released and pushed her ahead of him into the room. Her knees suddenly felt weak. Turning around, she involuntarily crossed her arms in front of her self. She suddenly felt as if she was in a room with a caged animal.

  “Damn, I’ve missed you, babe.”

  He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He pulled her over to the couch and tugged her down into his lap.

  She was not sure what would happen, but she expected him to be rough. Instead, Digger pulled her close to him and he kissed her again. This time he was gentle and his kiss sent shivers through her. He did the same thing a few more times until she found herself kissing him back.

  Again, it was not like making out with Eddie. Eddie was boring compared to Digger. Digger knew how to kiss, how to use his lips and tongue, how to get into a rhythm where she was sucking at his tongue, pressing herself harder against him.

  Her head was reeling. She let him undo the front of her dress and slip his hand inside. He felt her breast through her bra and then he tugged at the material until he freed her breast, and his hot hand touched her flesh. His fingers brushed her nipple.

  Nothing was as she expected. She was not expecting to enjoy it so much. She groaned as she pressed her breast into his hand. He tugged harder at her nipple, almost painfully and it only added to the sweet, hot fire in her belly.

  With a savage laugh, he straightened his legs and pushed her out of his lap onto the floor. It didn’t hurt anything but her pride. Then his hand was in her thick red hair again, and he pulled her head back so he was looking in her eyes.

  “Take your top off,” he said. “And go get me a beer.”

  She peeled off her dress and dropped it on the floor. She reached behind and unhooked her bra and let it drop. She felt his hungry eyes feasting on her as she went into the kitchen and got a cold beer from the refrigerator. She was glad she had stocked up.

  Topless, she brought him his beer. He told her to stand in the middle of the floor and allow him a good look. Like a piece of property, she remained motionless as he ogled her.

  “Troy says you’re bright,” Digger said.

  “I’ll have to thank him,” she said.

  “He also says it’s more than that. You have the gift. People respond to you. Either you are born with leadership or you’re not. Education helps but there still has to be some kind of fire inside.”

  “I’ll have to thank him,” she said.

  “He also says you get off with being in charge,” Digger said. “He says you like the power. He told me about Sylvia.”

  She licked her lips. She couldn’t think of anything to say.

  “With me, you have no power except that I give you.”

  “I understand, sir,” she said quickly.

  “I really hope you do,” Digger said.

  He finished off the beer and stood up abruptly. He took three steps to her and grabbed her by a handful of her thick red hair. Holding her by the hair, he walked to the small kitchen area. She half-crawled and half-stumbled to keep up with him. She was afraid he would pull out a clump of her hair.

  He pressed her face down on the table. Only her black panties remained. He stood a moment admiring the view.

  “Beautiful fucking ass,” he said.

  He slapped her as
s. It wasn’t hard but it startled her. The next few slaps were a little harder. Humiliation colored her face, but her sensitive nipples grew even harder, pressing uncomfortably down on the hard wooden table.

  “But I didn’t fuck up, sir,” she said

  “I know it. I just want to spank you.

  He started spanking her hard. It hurt. Tears burned her eyes. She started begging him to stop. The begging did something else. It made her feel weak all over.

  He stopped and now his hand caressed her gently, rubbing away the pain of the spanking. She was wet between her legs. She found herself trying to rub herself against his hand.

  He pulled her back and picked her up in his strong arms. He kissed her again, his tongue thrusting. It was like a sweet torture. He was playing her body like a violin, as if he knew exactly what made her the hottest.

  He carried her into the bedroom just like some romantic hero in the movies. He was not even breathing hard when he put her down on the bed.

  “Let’s just get you of your panties,” he said.

  She helped him frantically. She had lost track of time. She had forgotten she was doing this as part of a bargain for money and escape. She only cared about how good it felt.

  He dropped her clothes on a pile by the bed and he stood admiring her again.

  “What a beautiful pussy.”

  Like every young girl, she had dreamed of her wedding night. She had dreamed of shyly revealing herself to her new husband. She pictured it happening under soft lights, with romantic music. She had never imagined it in the bright light of day, spreading her legs as savage man ogled every inch of her.

  A man who had purchased her.

  Digger stripped off the rest of his clothes. His cock sprang up against his belly, hard and formidable. It amazed her she had taken the thing into her mouth or into her pussy. It was so damned big.

  Digger was suddenly acting gentle again. He stretched out beside her on the bed and started kissing again. His tongue played in her mouth. Then his head moved down and he sucked gently at her swollen, throbbing nipple.

  “Oh,” she said. “Oh yes, Digger.”

  Sweet fires of pleasure threatened to consume her. It was like being hot one minute and cold the next. Digger was harsh and gentle, savage and sweet, and it built up an uncontrollable hunger inside her.

  She was ready when he moved his body over hers. His mouth crushed hers again and he moved up between her legs in one easy thrust. He went inside her easily.

  “Fuck me, Digger,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

  Her words finally drove him out of control. He slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her ass as he started thrusting his cock into her. His cock felt like it stretched her with every thrust. Digger raised his head and looked down into her face. There was surprise in his eyes as he felt her heated response. He grinned knowingly.

  “Damn, girl,” he said. “You are really hot.”

  He thrust harder. She went with him, bouncing slightly on the bed, loving the feel of his cock so deep inside. Her first spasm was slight but then another and then she felt as if the top of her head was coming.

  “Oh fuck me,” she squealed. “Fuck me. Oh, good Lord. Oh, that’s good. Oh damn, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  It was not what she expected. He had been gone so long and she had not felt a cock since Eddie’s. This was not a simple orgasm. It was an explosion. Her body felt ripped apart. She collapsed on the bed in an exhausted stupor.

  “Keep moving your sweet ass like that,” Digger warned, and she forced herself to start meeting his thrusts again, even though she felt like she was half-dead.

  She was in a dream state. She wasn’t sure how long he fucked her, but she was aware when he took his cock out of her. He stood over her, stroking his cock.

  “I want to come in your face,” he said.

  She nodded. She had never heard of men doing this, but she wanted to give Digger wanted. He stroked a few more times and then he came with the same force of the times he came in her pussy and in her mouth.

  He came with the same explosion she remembered when he had come in her pussy and mouth. It was all over everywhere. Some of it burned her eyes and went up her nose again. It covered her cheeks and chin, and down to her neck. It went into her hair. He kept stroking and long strings of cum kept spurting across her body.

  He stroked his cock a last time with a long, satisfied sigh.

  “Now,” he said. “You look like the whore you are.”

  “I’m your whore,” she whispered. It was not what she intended to say. The words echoed in her mind. She didn’t want to be anyone’s whore. So why had she said it?

  He smiled at her comment. He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. In the living room he dressed. She didn’t bother to dress. She rested against the doorframe as she watched him put on his tie.

  “Was I good for you?” she asked.

  He grinned. “You need reassurance? Hell, baby, I think you’re the best I ever had. But you’re a whore. That’s all you’ll ever be to me. Just a good piece of ass.”

  10.

  She changed. It was the kind of change that went deep. Digger taught her something about herself. She needed a strong man. She would never be happy with a man she could twist around her little finger. She also understood she also needed the other side of the coin. She needed control. The two sides of her personality were in conflict and confusing, but she knew she needed both.

  She also realized that, in a very short time, she had overcome her doubts and insecurities about the business world. It became clearer to her every day. It was not just about data. It was about people. It was about production, about quality, about developing new ideas.

  Remaining static meant failure.

  She didn’t see Digger for another two weeks. He had some sort of family function. But he called her every day. He always talked business for a while, but then he turned it sexual. She went along with everything he wanted. She started dressing sexy each day waiting for his phone call, wanting to describe the intimate things she wore.

  And with slight touch of cruelty she wasn’t aware she possessed, she kept leaving the door open, knowing Troy was wallowing in self-pity. She was amused that every phone call, he would call Sylvia into his office. He was fucking her on a non-stop basis.

  She wondered if Digger was fucking his wife. He probably was. Doing his manly duty. She never thought she would be jealous of Digger’s wife, but she wanted Digger to herself. She knew it would never happen, but it was what she wanted.

  And over the next few days her relationship with Troy grew worse. She tried to get Troy to spend all his time and attention on Sylvia, but frustration showed in his face every time he looked at Lucy. He desired her and it was showing in his work. Lucy took more and more of the burden, and Troy took less. And a couple of times she smelled alcohol on his breath.

  Finally, she knew she had to do something. She waited until it almost quitting time, and she stepped quietly into Troy’s office and shut the door. He looked up with irritation until he saw it was her, and then his eyes softened, almost pleading.

  “You’ve got to pull yourself together,” she said.

  “What?”

  “The budget figures you just finished and plan to send to Digger are wrong. You’ve already told me he doesn’t tolerate sloppy work. In fact, you’ve told me that more than once. What’s wrong with you?”

  “I can’t help it, Lucy,” he said. “I’m in love with you. You’re all I think about. I can’t stand the thought of you being with Digger. It eats me up inside. I’ve never felt like this about any woman.”

  “You’ve got a wife at home and you’ve got Sylvia.”

  “I want you,” he said.

  Lord, he was worse than she thought. She fought off a sense of urgent panic. Here was a married guy, nearly sixty, and unattractive, openly admitting his love for her. It was not what she wanted. The thought of being stuck in Fort Bell with Troy was even worse than Eddie. But her
relationship with Digger was fragile and Troy could easily rip it apart.

  This was not part of her plan, she thought.

  “If you don’t want me,” he said. “I’m going to go to Junie, Digger’s wife. I’m going to tell her everything.”

  “You damn fool,” she said. “I thought you were a man.”

  He looked up as if she had struck him. “I am a man.”

  “No, you’re a sniveling little snake,” she said. “Digger’s balls are twice the size of yours.”

  “You should know,” Troy said, showing the first sign of anger.

  “You’re damn right I do,” she said. “Do you really want to fuck things up for both of us? You lose your job. I lose my bargain. I end up scrubbing floors in this damn town. I want to get out of here, Troy. That’s why I’m sucking Digger’s cock.”

  “I can’t help loving you, Lucy,” he said.

  “And you want us to be together?” she asked.

  “More than anything.”

  “I don’t love you,” Lucy said, “but there could be a slight chance of us being together.”

  Troy’s face brightened with false hope. Lucy knew there would never be any chance but she was stalling for time.

  “You have to straighten out your act. You have to start being the boss again. You have to keep your mind on your work.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” he said.

  “You will,” she said. “Listen to me, Troy. We have one chance of being together and that’s my making enough money to get my own business somewhere. You can come along. Bring your wife. You could be my right hand man.”

  Lucy hardly thought about what she was saying. She had already lost all respect for Troy. She was making things up as she went along. But the puppy dog look in his eyes caused a tremor of excitement and anticipation in her belly. It was the power thing again. Lord, but it made her hot. At that moment she knew she could do anything she desired to Troy and with Troy. It gave her such an incredible rush.