Miss Fucking Sex Assed Queen and loving every minute of it and it was, in effect, like having one continuous man. After a while they seemed the same. They had cocks and they grunted when they came in me and their come was wet and slick and I could feel it jet out into me, because they were all young, horny studs.
I don't regret it. But I've never done it again. Oh, I'd admit, if pressed, to being four in a bed, two broads and two studs, and three in a bed, both ways, two gals and two guys, not at the same time. But as things went, I learned that quality is better than quantity, after that first wild rush of youthful lust.
Still, I'd give a couple of grand for pictures of that night. I know that if I could lie on my bed and watch myself that night, with ten young, horny studs taking turns, I'd cream without even touching myself, for when I think of it these days it takes on the aspects of being one of the sexiest nights of my whole life.
Ten studs. Not quite a whole football team. And it was me, my cunt, my body that felt every one of them and milked them and drained them so that all of them were smug and satisfied. And me floating in come. I like the story about the French girl who saved all the come she took and then put it into a bath tub and wallowed in it. I like the feel of come, like the smell of it, the taste of it. But I don't think that French thing actually happened, because come loses its white color in minutes and, if kept in a bottle, gets thin and unexciting.
CHAPTER TWO
'You were Homecoming Queen, weren't you?' Julie asked.
'Yeah,' I said, dumping the dirty dishes into the sink, 'but that was done by popular vote.'
'You don't want to spend the rest of your life slinging hash, do you?' Julie asked
'It hasn't done bad by you,' I said. Julie had a nice house overlooking the Marina and she wore nice clothes and drove a new bad Buick.
'I didn't do it slinging hash,' she said. 'These big spenders here think a nickel tip is generous. I did it with my first husband's insurance money, honey.'
'Well, there's that,' I said. 'I guess I can get married.' 'Shit, to one of these local yokles?' 'What else?' 'You could go to college.' 'Shit,' I said. 'Sure,' she said. Old man Worths put up a thousand dollars scholarship for the Mackerel Queen.' She put out her cigarette and looked at me. 'And you and I both know that who old man Worth says is Mackerel Queen is Queen.'
'Yeah,' I said. 'And this year it's going to be Selena Smith.'
She was still haunting me. Jesus, I lorded it over her. I rode that fucking float and looked down. I'd made my dress. I started working as a waitress in Julie's place when I was fourteen and had enough money to buy a few things and look pretty good, so I bought material and made the dress and I thought I looked good, and looking at the pictures, I know I looked good. Virginal. With all the black studs on the football team standing around grinning. But you know, not one of them ever talked it, as far as I know. I heard that Roalt put the fear of God into them, threatening to whup their asses if any one of them talked.
'Maybe, she said, grinning. 'Doesn't your brother work for old man Worth?' I nodded. Ruf had gone to work for the Worth fishing fleet and was running a commercial fishing boat for old man Worth. 'Gets along all right with Worth, doesn't he?' 'I guess so,' I said.
'Let's see what we can do,' she said. I forgot all about it and begin to think about, maybe, taking off. I had a few dollars saved. I wasn't bad to look at. I thought about maybe New Orleans. Or New York.
I was still dating Bill Murphy. He picked me up and I went out to his place, his parents were away, and had a shower to get the smell of trench fries out of my hair. Then I put on a bathing suit I kept in Bill's car and we went to the beach and had a couple of beers. I didn't drink much, because, at eighteen, I was at the peak of my figure. I mean, when a girl matures early, she has to start watching the calories. Then when I went into work the next day there was Julie grinning at me.
'Honey, if I'm wrong, tell me,' she said, 'but I get the idea that you're not above using certain feminine weapons to advance yourself, huh?'
I thought I knew what she meant. 'I don't sell it, Julie,' I said.
'O.K.' She was grinning like a possum. 'I talked to old man Worth last night.'
She wouldn't say any more, but at mid-afternoon old man Worth came in. He was the daddy rabbit of the fishing industry in Old Town, and fishing was all Old Town had going for it. He owned a fleet of boats, shrimpers, trappers and charter boats. He was the cat who lived in the big white house on the top of the hill, the richest man in Old Town. He owned stores and houses and the docks and what he said went. I served him, doing my best smile and waiting for either him or Julie to say something. It was Julie who said it.
'Go clean up a little, honey,' she said. 'Mr. Worth wants to take you for a boat ride.
I looked at her. The evening business was coming up and she'd be rushed without me, but I shrugged and went back, washed, brushed my hair and came out. Mr. Worth was standing at the door. He was short, thin, grey. He had never been known to smile in public. He had the reputation of being a shrewd man, a man who'd cut your throat for a dollar. He wore clean work pants and a light blue shirt all the time. He was, probably, in his sixties, although I didn't know for sure. He was spry, active. He could work with the best of them.
Julie caught me by the arm as I walked out. 'Play it right, kid, and you're in.'
I followed Worth to the docks, across the street from the restaurant, and he stood back to let me board his big old cabin cruiser first. I'd seen it and looked at it and had never been on it. He unlocked the hatch, still without having spoken a word to me directly. I looked in and saw a cabin with carpets and all sorts of fancy fittings. There was a set of twin bunks forward, neatly made. Worth was starting the engines and throwing off lines. I stood and watched. He backed her out expertly, wheeled her out of the Marina and headed for the inlet.
'You're Juby Gore's girl,' he said as the lovely old boat began to pitch with the first of the bar breakers. 'Sorry sonofabitch.' 'You know him,' I said. 'Your brother's a good man.'
'Yeah,' I said, thinking of Ruf in a different way and laughing to myself, wondering what old man Worth would think if he knew how I knew Ruf was a good man.
'We'll have to send you shopping for some clothes,' he said. I gulped. Hell, he was sounding as if he owned me. 'Our Queen is sexy but proper.'
• 'Surer* I said, gulping again. I'd attended some of the Mackerel Festival doings in the past and the beauty contest was run like all others, with the girls parading in bathing suits and gowns and the judges making notes. Now it seemed that I was Mackerel Queel even before the Festival started.
'I'll give Julie the money and Pearl Phelps will go with you to do the shopping.'
1 knew Pearl. She ran a little shop in town. She was a single girl, about thirty-five, I'd guess, good looking in a sort of way, big, blond, brassy. She was always advising the girls who entered beauty contests from Old Town and once had carried an Old Town girl all the way to the state pageant I felt a little strange, as if I'd waked into a dream or something. It was all too easy.
Old man Worth wasn't talking. He stood at the wheel, taking the old cruiser offshore at about twenty knots. The fishing fleet would be working well off and the shrimpers were down the beach. Ahead of us was a stretch of ocean which was not often traversed by boats, since there was no good bottom there for shrimping or fishing. We were about four miles off and the ocean was rolling gently and we were all alone when Worth cut the engines, pushed a pully which dropped anchor and the old boat swung to the chain.
'You don't have to undress fully,' he said, looking at me unsmiling. 'Come down when I call you.'
I stood on the deck looking around, getting myself psyched for screwing an old man. I was thinking of Selena Smith's face when the master of ceremonies at the Mackerel Queen Beauty Parade said, 'And the winner is…' Then I heard Worth calling my name. 'Ruby. Ruby.'
I opened the hatch and walked into the bad cabin, wild, soft carpet, curtains at the windows. The door to the forward bunk cabin was also closed. I opened it. He was lying on the port side cot, buck neeeked, except for one ladies shoe. It was an old fashioned thing they used to call a pump, thin, high heels, arched sole. He was wearing it on his cock,
I mean, it was over his cock and he was holding it with both hands. His cock was big enough to fill it and as I walked in he drove his hips up and punched his cock into the shoe, pushing the head of it all the way up into the pointed toe. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.
He looked up and said, '1 think this will fit you.'
