phenomenon of nature, for he stood helplessly, trying to do something. It was the opportunity to realize an erotic fantasy of a lifetime. Debbi suddenly grew disgusted at the weakness of the man and his need to do something filthy to her. She'd teach him a lesson.
'Now you'll make it,' Debbi promised, bending her head down to the man's middle and easily capturing his hard-on in her mouth. Her fingers cruelly scratched his buttocks, so there would be a visible sign to his wife that he had been with another woman. After several rapid movements of her mouth on his shaft, the man groaned and vigorously fired out a full load of sperm.
'Ummmm,' Debbi murmured as he filled her mouth with his hot come. She had wanted to make a display of spitting out the man's fluid, but it so filled her mouth, and felt so wirm and delicious, that she eagerly swallowed it as fast as his balls could make it. Some of the come ran down out of
the corner of her mouth and dropped down onto her body.
'Sweet fucking Jesus,' was all the man could say. But Debbi wasn't finished. She began a quick
chafing with bared teeth over the still spurting cock. This not-so-gentle raking would leave his cock bruised, and it would be obvious to even the most naive observer that someone had been doing something to that cock. But Debbi then realized that the man's wife would probably on¶y permit lovemaking in the dark, and hence, would - have no reason or desire to look at her husband's erect cock.
'Easy, for cristsakes! Don't bite it off!' the man finally protested as pleasure turned to pain. He quickly pulled it roughly from her tight oral grip, causing still additional pain. He looked at his bruised cock and wanted to get even with her treatment of him by pissing on her. But he didn't have the guts. The man looked like he felt guilty and abused. He dressed as quickly as possible. Debbi laughed out loud as he slammed the door behind him. He wouldn't be back.
If Willie got a complaint from the man, Debbi knew he'd be angry. But Debbi didn't care about the weak and frightened little man, or his feelings. Or the even stranger guy before him. She had felt power over both of them – And that was all she ever really wanted from any man.
The next several weeks saw a regular pattern develop in Debbi's life. She turned three tricks a night, slept all morning, and spent the afternoons shopping. Most of the clients did not like the hold women had over them, and some actually hated to admit they needed to have a woman's body. But they were all easy to control and bend to her will.
Willie seldom came around, but he was prompt with her payments. It bothered Debbi when she
felt she was being cheated, out of her money, but the amounts she did receive went to buy the highest priced clothing she could find.
Debbi enjoyed strutting down the busy downtown streets. The lustful stares of men and the envious glances of women contributed to her growing confidence in her own power. There had been no mention of murder by Willie, which meant Buck had chosen to remain quiet. Debbi had judiciously avoided reading the papers or listening to a television newscast for ~ month after the incident, lest she hear about it and be reminded of that awful business. Now she felt greatly relieved and free of guilt.
Debbi had the misfortune of running into Willie on one of her shopping sprees. And he took that opportunity to demonstrate that she should still be very much concerned about the death of the woman in Chicago. Her past could easily catch up with her.
'Well, I see you're lookin' right fine, Mania,' Willie said, startling her by his sudden appearance.
'What are you doing here?' Debbi asked, aware that they were on a crowded street.
'It's a free city. I'm out getting some air. And I got a little job for you,' Willie said, taking her arm and leading her down the street. He took her to a restaurant tat was overly crowded, because of the time of day. Debbi was once more amazed at Willie's influence as the waiter nodded pleasantly and showed them to a booth in the rear. Willie ordered a shrimp platter for both of them and some coffee. Debbi felt a little apprehensive about what his news would be, when he finally got around to telling her.
'Willie, what do you want? I'm saying straight with you,' Debbi said, feeling that somehow he
had heard about the extra tips she wasn't reporting.
'Hell, I know you are. But there is a lot more to this business than laying three guys a night. You live like a queen, and you got to pay the price on occasion,' Willie said, sipping his coffee. Debbi felt a knot in her stomach as she remembered the same line Cindy had once fed her. Debbi was going out an the hook for someone else and she didn't like it. Willie reached for her purse. He opened it and put two sacks in it that he'd taken from his pocket.
'What's that?' Debbi demanded. She didn't like the methodical way in which Wile was behaving.
'A little packet of joy for two clients. I can't make the drop myself,' Willie explained, writing dawn the addresses on a napkin.
'Hell, I'm not pushing any dope!' Debbi protested.
'Keep quiet! You crazy? All you have to do is hand the people that answer the door the packet. They'll hand you the money. The amount will be right, don't worry about that. And I trust you.
?You know why?' Willie asked, smiling. He looked her closely in the eye. Debbi felt powerless again.
'Why?' Debbi asked, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
'I know your past. Buck told me about you and that chick in Chicago,' Willie said quietly. Debbi felt a tuning at her heart. She understood that Willie had been saving the information to blackmail her when he needed her for one of his errands. He was the same as that bitch Cindy.
'And I'm a reasonable man. You've done a good job for me. But you're getting to be a used cunt. The clients want fresh meat, new excitement. I'll keep you on for a couple more months. You'll get
an extra hundred each drop. It'll be something to save up for the future, when you're back out on the streets,' Willie said.
'And if I don't?'
'Baby,' Willie chuckled, 'you ain't got no
Debbi knew he had her. She had foolishly spent all of her accumulated money on living high. She had some jewelry, but like clothing, it was hard to get much money for it in trade. She couldn't rip Willie off this time. He'd be waiting for her to try something like that. But she'd be damned if she'd wait around to get kicked out. To hell with that bastard.
'You thinkin' of rippin' off little Willie? Well don't. I know too many people in too many places for that kind of shit to work. You just do like you're told and you'll stay out of jail… and alive,' Willie said matter of factly. Debbi shivered at the warning and realized she was once more trapped.
Willie gave Debbi the keys to a Mustang he'd left parked at the curb. She went over the map before making the first drop. It was a two-mile drive to a middle-class section of the city. The man answering the doorbell didn't smile, but took the packet and handed her an envelope. The man closed the door without uttering a word. Debbi stuffed the envelope into her purse and went back to the car.
Once inside the relative safety of the car, Debbi couldn't resist the urge to look inside the envelope to determine the amount she had received. She counted thirty crisp, new hundred-dollar bills. The feel of the money was something Debbi wasn't familiar with. The amount was more than she'd ever seen in one lump before.
Debbi was tempted to open the remaining
packet to see what the substance actually was that she was delivering. It was expensive, to be sure, but she thought better of looking at it. She had two very good reasons: First, she wouldn't be able to tell cocaine from heroin, and secondly, she felt she could lie more convincingly that she didn't know what she was delivering, if the need arose. The possibility of getting involved with the police urged Debbi on more quickly to her next destination.
A woman in her early forties answered the doorbell and ushered Debbi inside. She seemed to be perspiring and her breathing was labored, as if she had just come from some strenuous activity.
'Forgive my appearance. But I've been attending to a little discipline,' the woman said. Debbi wasn't all that interested, but the word 'discipline' and the strange gleam in the woman's eye attracted her. Cindy had always had that same gleam of unleashed power. And Debbi knew that she herself must have had that same look when she punished Cindy for the last time. It was a look far more intense than mere lust, and much more terrifying in its implications.
'DC) you have the envelope?' Debbi asked. She didn't want to mention money. It seemed more proper and less illegal if she didn't acknowledge to anyone what she was doing.
