Bo blushed in spite of himself. He was saved from answering by the ringing of the phone.
The insistent phone tingling knifed into Dee Dee's contented consciousness and frowned up at the music. She had been floating high in an azure sky on a down cloud of warm satisfaction, while heavenly violins gently serenaded her passage. She opened her eyes on the third ring and stretched in purring luxury. Auntie was smiling at her while dressing.
'Welcome back, Honey. Did you like it?'
'Oh yes!' Dee Dee thought about it. Auntie's tongue, fingers, and caress had be on wonderful and satisfying, but in a different way than Bo's magnificent grizzled pole. There was no way her tongue could stretch her wanton pussy or bathe her womb head with boiling insanity. Still, Bo's beautiful horn couldn't grip or suck her clitoris. It was a toss-up. She wasn't lying.
'Oh yes, yes! You were fantastic!'
'Really Honey?' Auntie was so pleased she was almost beside herself. 'Then we can do it again, you'll let me?'
Dee Dee smiled at Auntie's eagerness and knew in her heart she was now the master of this female who had bullied and cowed her for so many years. The thought pleased her, but there was no revenge motive. She had liked it when she squeezed Auntie's breasts, liked to feel Auntie's gentle dove hands on her skin, liked to savor Auntie's fervent womanly tongue in her mouth, surrendering her love hole to Auntie's tantalizing teasing. Her damn itch-ache monster stirred in her belly and vibrated yearning currents of want-pleasure to her ditty.
Dee Dee couldn't believe she was doing this, but she lifted and splayed her knees. 'Now?' She invited by wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
Auntie hesitated just a moment, then cried, 'Oh Honey,' and started for the bed. Bo stopped everything by appearing in the doorway with doom in his voice.
'That was Bruce,' he said. 'The garage owners say they won't let Herbie and him work on the car after work, unless they are paid. You have a problem, Kitten! Bruce says they don't want money!'
CHAPTER SEVEN
'What car?' Auntie looked from one to the other. 'What space? What garage? What are you talking about?'
Dee Dee's spirits hit rock-bottom. Would it ever end? Why her? What had she ever done to anybody to deserve this? She had borrowed a car so she wouldn't get wet, and for that, she was being made into a sixteen- year-old whore. It wasn't fair, just wasn't fair.
'What car, Honey, tell me? What does Bo mean that the owners won't take money?'
Dee Dee suddenly felt dirty, weary, and a little sick. She edged out of bed and started for the shower. 'You tell her, Bo. I've got to clean.'
The tepid, soothing water more than cleansed her body. It washed the guilt from her mind and the weight of despair from her body. Considering everything, how, really, had she been hurt? Her year-long quandry concerning her virginity was at an end. It was true she had been forced into the decision, but so what? She hadn't been hurt. To the contrary, she had never experienced such absolute bliss.
She closed her eyes and tried to recapture the feel of Bo's rock-hard throbber, thrusting in and out of her love sleeve. It was impossible. Nothing that good could be imagined and nothing could take its place. Not even Auntie's tongue. She soaped her cunt, gently exploring, fondling her sensitive vulva and felt the tingle begin. Oh Jesus! She jerked her hand away as if burnt. Maybe the garage men were fate. She wanted to get fucked again!
The cold water shocked more than her body. What in God's name was the matter with her? She couldn't be looking forward to fucking strangers, could she?
'I'm going with you,' Auntie said. She was clothed and firm-lipped angry when she came back to the bedroom to dress. 'I'll be damned if they can blackmail you. I have money.'
Bo laughed bitterly. 'You better have a couple of grand,' he said. 'Old Doyle's car is a classic. Herbie said there is a brace or two in the trunk lid that has to be pattern-pressed. They don't make 'em anymore, and the 'Poor Men's' garage has the only one in this part of the country. It's hanging on the wall as a reminder of the good old days. Besides, they don't want money! She's flat stuck!'
'I'll have the law on them,' Auntie snapped. 'She's only sixteen.'
'Wait, wait!' Dee Dee held up her small hands. 'If I must, I must!' She was resigned to her fate, but unprepared for what came out of her mouth next. 'What's the big deal? It won't kill me.'
'I… I,' Auntie fumbled for an answer. 'I just don't like it. A woman has the right to choose who violates her body. It's all wrong. You have not been given that choice.'
Dee Dee agreed but for some reason raised her eyebrows impishly and said, 'Did I with you Auntie?'
'Oh Love!' Auntie fell apart and came to her, arms outstretched.
Dee Dee allowed herself to be comforted. What was the matter with her? Why was she saying these things? 'It's all right.' Dee Dee tried to ease the pain she had put on Auntie. 'You're forgiven. I liked it. You were wonderful!'
Auntie squeezed her in gratitude then looked into her eyes. 'I'll come with you,' she said.
'To do what?' Bo was dressing. 'They don't have a pussy to eat,' he said.
Auntie glared at him. 'That was cruel.'
Bo grinned. 'Sorry, I forgot. You do take it in the ass, don't you?'
'Did you like it?' Dee Dee was suddenly curious.
'No!' Auntie barked, then hurried out of the room. 'I've got to clean.'
Bo smiled at Dee Dee. 'The hell she didn't. She was leaning into me real good at the end. Ok, if you're ready to go… I'll drive you.'
'I guess.' Dee Dee shrugged in resignation. 'The damn car has to be fixed. Might as well be now than later.' She knew she looked pathetic, that the tone of her voice was positively sobbing with woe is me, however, deep in some dark part of her mind a perverse excitement pulled switches and aggravated her ache-itch. What was the matter with her?
Dee Dee almost laughed when she saw Alex Brazo. Bo had created bogeymen on the ride to the garage. The Brazo brothers were mean. The Brazos had been in jail many times. Any man who messed with Brazo women woke up in an alley staring at cats. Any female who allowed her eyes to rove while with a Brazo wore casts and used crutches. Dee Dee put her hand to her mouth and turned her head to hide her smile. Alex Brazo was a dwarf.
He climbed out of the trunk of a car that was under repair and waddle-walked to Bo and her. Good Lord! But he was a funny, odd little man. He was almost a gargoyle with his too large head and too long and thick body for his tiny legs and arms. He stopped before Dee Dee, looked up and broke his horse face into an ugly grin.
'I knew you was the one that Bruce was talking about.' His voice shocked Dee Dee. It was a deep grating threatening rumble that belonged to a six-foot-four, 300-pounder. Yet it came out of this man-child whose head top didn't reach her breasts.
'Oh,' Dee Dee didn't know what else to say.
'Yeah.' The dwarf turned his head and spit a stream of tobacco juice towards an empty oil drum. The stream wasn't high enough, it splattered against the side, then wormed down. 'I told Marcus, if you that fine-assed little filly I see now and then bouncing your titties to school on Closter Street, then we has some fine baby-fucking coming. That right?'
Dee Dee's itch-ache faded. He wasn't a funny little man anymore. Dried tobacco spit was ringing his over- thick purplish lips. His eyes were a bit bloodshot, and the whiskey breath he blew in her face made her nauseous.
'There's no call for that, Mr. Brazo.' Bo was tight-lipped, but respectful. 'She's just a kid. She's scared enough!'
The dwarf shot a warning glance at Bo. 'Fuck off pimp… and you,' he looked at Dee Dee, 'you want that car space,' he leered, 'then into the office.'
Good God, what was she getting herself into? He damn near oozed fear and dread and violence, yet, why did she feel this way? He was so small, he couldn't possibly hurt her. She glanced at his crotch for a hint of any
