«We can't let that happen, can we, Meat?» Jan asked while the dog was curled contentedly on the rug next to her bed. «You'd rather have my young pussy than her old slack one, wouldn't you?»
The dog wagged his stubby tail in acknowledgment as she reached down and scratched his head. Just then her mother called her.
«Shit, what does the old broad want now?» Jan muttered, getting up and going into the living room.
«I want to take your dog with me when I go out tonight,» Sharon said without preamble.
«Why?» Jan cried, startled.
«Because I want to, that's why,» Sharon said. «I almost got attacked the other night coming out of a bar, and if I'd had the dog there, the guy wouldn't have had the guts.»
«You said 'almost',» Jan said. «That means the guy didn't attack you for real.»
Sharon grinned self-consciously.
«I decided he didn't have to attack me,» she said, touching her hair. «He was kind of cute.»
«If you have Meat there, you won't have that choice,» Jan said, disgusted that her mother was suddenly so open about her liking to get fucked. Somehow, Jan figured her mother really shouldn't fuck, or if she did, she shouldn't talk about it.
«I want to take the dog with me,» Sharon said, her lips getting tight. «That's all there is to it. I'm leaving in about an hour. Be sure he's fed, and take him for a walk before then.»
Jan looked at her mother with even more disgust rising within her. But she knew better than to argue with her, for to do so would simply generate her ire and they would have a hell of a fight, which in the end Jan would lose anyway. So she simply said, «Yes, ma'am,» and took Meat with her into the kitchen. She fed him a can of dog food, gave him fresh water, and then got his leash.
«Want to go for a walk, Meat, old dog?» she asked, and his stubby tail wagged so hard it looked like it was trying to break off from the body. «Come on, old dog, let's go outside.»
She snapped the leash to his collar, put on a sweater, and left the house without a word to her mother. She wasn't going to be anything more than barely polite to the old woman until the issue of the dog was thoroughly and completely resolved. And tonight, Jan had no intention of letting her mother take Meat with her. She had her own plans for the dog, and they included a demonstration of doggy fucking at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace.
So when she left the house, instead of my walking around the block, she headed over toward Blossom Hill Road, where Ma Kidder's was located. She knew she couldn't stay at the bar right then, but maybe one of the fine fuckers who hung out there would be willing to let her stay at her house until time for the fucking to get under way. She be willing to give a blow job in exchange for refuge right then, so when she got to the bar she tied Meat to a bicycle rack next to the Thrifty Drug Store next door and walked in.
Weird Stanley was behind the bar, Robbie Lester was on the bandstand, and Davis was standing near the jukebox, talking on the phone. She motioned to him, he finished his conversation and hurried over to her.
«What's the matter, little chick?» he asked. «You look upset.»
She grimaced disgustedly.
«It's my mother,» she said. «She was giving me a hard time, so I had to split.»
«You can't stay here,» he said. «And we can't close for three hours or so yet.»
«I know, but I thought maybe you'd get one of the people here to let me stay at their house until it's time.» She smiled knowingly up at him. «I'd make it worthwhile, you know.»
«I'm sure you would, little chick,» Davis said. «Let me see who's here.»
He disappeared inside for a few minutes, then came back with a skinny, ugly chick Jan had never met.
«Jan, this is Annie.» Davis said. «She'll take you to her apartment for a while, then come get you when it's time.»
«Thank you,» Jan said, looking at the woman's pockmarked face, crippled haircut, and garishly dyed hair. She didn't say anything, for her mother had always taught her if she couldn't say something nice, not to say anything at all. «I really appreciate it.»
«Let's go, Jan,» the woman said. «And call me Dyed Annie. Everybody else around here does.»
«Dyed Annie?» Jan said questioningly.
«That's right. This dumb fucker here has given almost everybody who comes in here some kind of stupid name, and Dyed Annie's mine. You'd never guess why.»
«I guess because you dyed your hair.»
«You're a smart kid,» Dyed Annie said, taking Jan by the arm and leading her from the bar. «You're too smart for those pieces of shit in there.»
Jan shrugged.
«They've been nice to me so far,» she said.
«All they want to fuck your body,» Dyed Annie said. «They even want to fuck me and I'm a lot older and a lot more used up than you.»
Jan collected Meat, and together the three of them walked across the parking lot to Dyed Annie's decrepit automobile.
«But I like to fuck,» Jan protested.
«Sure, you do,» Dyed Annie said. «But you don't have to hang around a bunch of fucked up drunks in order to get cock. Especially a young chick like you. You could have any man you wanted, just by letting him know you wanted to get laid and wouldn't scream to the fuzz.»
«I wish I felt as confident as you,» Jan said. «Hell, I just got fucked for the first me less than two weeks ago.»
«So you haven really had a chance to find out what it's all about,» Dyed Annie said, opening the door of her VW. Meat scrambled into the back seat, while Jan settled herself on a ripped seat. They drove off the parking lot into the darkness of Los Patos, heading for Dyed Annie's apartment. «But if it's your thing, I guess you're entitled to it.»
They drove six blocks, to a rabbit-warren apartment building, and Dyed Annie guided Jan into her apartment. It was of a number with the automobile … the furniture was threadbare and the whole place was cluttered. It was, Jan noted at once, clean, but there was no sign of anything having a place into which it could be properly put.
«You can watch television if you want to,» Dyed Annie said, moving a pile of books from the end of the couch so Jan could sit down. «There some cold drinks in the refrigerator if you want some. Make yourself at home.»
«Uh …» Jan said tentatively, looking suggestively at Dyed Annie's tits. «I … well …»
«No, Jan,» Dyed Annie said softly, a little sadly. «I don't want you sexually. I don't want you doing anything for me, and I don't want your body. Not right now. Maybe I will at the orgy tonight, but right now, I think I'll just keep it cool and enjoy knowing you as the sweet young chick you are.»
«You know I don't mind,» Jan said. «I really don't. In fact, I'd kind of like to.»
There was a note of sadness in Dyed Annie's voice when she replied.
«No, Jan. It's not because I don't think you're a sweet, desirable young thing. I do, and I swing both ways whenever I get the chance I'd like nothing better than to have your darling tongue doing is talented thing in my snatch … but better than that is not having you.»
«I don't understand,» Jan said. «Is there … is there something wrong with me?»
Dyed Annie shook her head.
«No, darling. And I know you'll understand later, when you're older. You'll remember me as the only chick who turned down a chance at your body while it was still young and unspoiled. But there's nothing wrong with you.» A tear stood in the corner of her eye. «There probably something wrong with me.»
With that she turned and hurried from the apartment, leaving Jan staring after her, puzzled.
«Come on, Meat,» Jan said, «let's clean this place up. I don't see how anybody can be so messy.»
And Jan busied herself straightening Dyed Annie's apartment, for her mother had always taught her that neatness was next to Godliness.
