CHAPTER NINE
That night Marni slept. It was a deep, dreamless sleep. The following night she didn't go to a movie nor did she walk.
But she couldn't escape from the dreams, and two nights later she returned to the all-night movie.
He was younger than the first one and more sure of himself. Marni had barely sat down when he was beside her. He said nothing to her nor did she say anything beyond a look to him. The screen had barely started to blur before he had his arm around her shoulder and his hand on her tit.
Marni moved her hand and found his lap. There were buttons on his fly instead of a zipper. It took both hands but she finally got it open and extracted his cock.
'Wow… you don't fuck around do you?' he said, leaning over and whispering in her ear.
'Don't you think I'm beautiful?' Marni said.
'I don't know how beautiful you are, baby… but you sure got a sweet, sweet set of jugs.'
He reached into the front of her dress and pushed her bra down so her naked tits could come fully into his palms. His cock jumped to instant life in her hand when her elongated nipples filled with blood and bulged into his sweaty palms. 'Oh shit… nice,' he groaned.
'Do you love me?' Marni asked, giving the shaft of his cock a hard squeeze and feeling the head swell above her hand.
'I'm goin' too,' he gasped, and returned the squeeze on her tits.
'All my lovers fall in love with me when they fuck me,' she said.
He couldn't believe his ears or his extraordinary good luck. He leaned back and rolled his head to the side so he could see her face. Jesus, he thought, she was higher than hell. She must be. The pupils of her eyes had practically rolled back into her head so all he could see were the whites.
That scared him a little. He had picked up a lot of chicks in the movies but never a junkie. And he knew that junkies were usually pros. He really couldn't afford a pro. He only had three dollars. He wondered if she had a pimp around the theater somewhere. If he was there in the darkness he probably had a knife, maybe even a gun.
Shit, he thought, just his luck with someone as good as this. If anything did happen he hoped his two buddies would help out.
She was getting him so hot with her tits and her hands it was going to be rough not to get some from her if she wouldn't swing for just three bucks.
'How much?' he asked.
'How much?'
'Yeah,' he continued. 'For a blow job?'
'No,' Marni said, remembering the bad experience in her last dream when she had sucked the man's cock off without getting anything in return. 'No… no blow job. Maybe later, after you fuck me. But I want that first. I'm sure you understand, don't you?'
'Oh yeah… yeah, sure. I understand, honey.' Could he be wrong? She didn't sound like a pro. She hadn't said dime one when he asked her what the price would be. 'Okay,' he whispered, 'you got some place to go? Like, baby, we can't fuck here. Somebody would see us sure as hell.'
There was that question again. They always needed someplace to go. Her one-room apartment? No, they couldn't go there. It was too dull, too drab. How could they have a night of love, a romantic sex experience in her dull room?
'No… I… no,' I Marni said. 'I don't have a place to go.'
'Oh,' he said, and seemed to fall into deep thought. 'Well I do know of a place. See, I belong to this club and we got a house a little ways outta town. It's sort of a clubhouse where we meet. We could go there, it ain't too bad.'
'Fine,' Marni said. 'It can be our place… just you and I, our special place.'
'Yeah,' he said, noting the strange tone in her voice and again checking her eyes. 'Our a… a, yeah, special place.' And then under his breath, 'Geez, what a kook, but damn, those tits!'
'Shall we go?' Marni said, calmly pulling his cock back down into his pants and buttoning all the buttons.
'Yeah… yeah, let's go.'
As they stood and started down the steps of the balcony two more boys followed them. They were followed clear to his car.
'Hey, Angie,' said one of the boys to Marni's escort. 'You got a live one?'
Angie smiled. 'Yeah, baby, I think I got me a real live one!'
'Goin' out to the shack?' asked the third boy.
'Yeah,' Angie replied.
'Think there's enough to go around?'
'Shit yes,' Angie said. 'Hop in!'
The smell was somewhat rancid in the old cabin, as if it were only used now and then and left unheated in between.
'I'll cover the window,' Angie said. 'Reese, you and Beefy light some candles. Take off your coat and get comfortable, honey!'
Marni removed her coat as the room flickered into light from several candles and a rusty old lantern that sat on a wooden table. She looked around and wished that she had taken him to her apartment after all. The nearly bare cabin didn't look very conducive to a night of wonderful love.
The floor was dirty and the walls were covered with pictures of naked men and women. Many of the women were sucking or fucking the men and others were portrayed lying on their backs sticking their fingers and other objects up their assholes and their cunts. Other than the table and a few chairs the only other piece of furniture in the room was a mussed bed.
The boy called Beefy finished with the lantern and moved to where Marni stood. 'Damn honey, you are one good-lookin' chick!'
'Thank you,' said Marni.
He laughed. 'Sombitch, she's a polite one too. Jeez… look at them tits.'
She looked down. Her dress was partially unbuttoned and her tits were still out of her bra where Angie had pushed the bra down below them in the movie. The bra forced the huge globes up and together.
Beefy placed a hand on each side of her dress. 'I wanna see what the fuck we're gettin' here.'
He closed his hands into grappling fists and shredded the buttons and the material from the bodice down to the hem. With another sweep of his hands the remnants of the dress fell to the floor.
The firm, globular cones rose and fell before his eyes in naked loveliness. Both tits bobbed delightfully free with each breath she took.
'My God,' the boy called Reese said. 'Look at those tits!'
'Hey, Beefy,' Angie said from the window. 'Cool the rough stuff, shit.'
'Why?' Beefy said, drool starting to form at the corners of his mouth as he feasted his popping eyes on Marni's healthy chest.
''Cause I don't think we're gonna need it, man,' Angie said.
'Shit,' Beefy replied. 'That's half the fuckin' fun of it. Shakin' the cunts up a little before we pork the shit out of 'em.'
'Angie,' Marni said, turning to him as he left the window and stepped into the light toward her.
'Yeah?'
'Why are they here? We don't need them. It's our night of love.'
'See?' Beefy said.
'All right… all right,' Angie said, smiling. 'Make the bed!'
Reese and Beefy stepped forward to jerk the whole pile of material from the bed. There was a tattered quilt, two sheets, a pillow, and a torn mattress. It was all deposited on the floor.
'Come on, baby,' Angie said, 'let's get with it. I got a hard-on you wouldn't believe!'
He grasped her wrist and tried to pull her down to the mattress. This was wrong, Marni told herself she
