exhausted, spread-caged, alone on the big bed. Janice rolled her head to one side and stared at the receiver. A steady buzzing sound came from it. The strange man had hung up. Forcing herself up through the warm glow settling over her limbs, the girl picked up the black plastic instrument and placed it back in the cradle.
'Ohhhh.' Janice fell back onto the pillows, closing her eyes after having drawn the sheets over her cum- smeared body. She thought again and again of that man's voice how harsh, how cruel it seemed! How had he gotten their number? Janice wanted to tell her aunt. But how would she explain what happened? Well, she'd just have to lie a little bit and watch Linda's face. Maybe her matronly aunt wasn't so matronly after all. The thought of Linda fucking, of doing something perhaps even more wild than she'd done, was somehow a little unsettling.
Janice rolled over and hugged the soft top sheet against her chin. How strange, getting that phone call. Giggling, the young teenager drifted off into a long, dreamless sleep.
Linda saw little of her niece the following day. Someone had called probably some boy she wouldn't approve of. Someone Janice was hiding from her. Janice had said it was one of her girlfriends who wanted to meet here Linda wished this vacation would be over and her niece would be back in school, her head buried in the books instead of swiveling around looking at boys.
She dressed quickly after Janice left the house, determined to see Max. This had to stop. She couldn't go on with him any longer, especially with Janice growing older and more observant every day. Maybe it wasn't the brightest thing in the world to go to his hangout and talk. But she didn't dare call him and invite him over… not in broad daylight and with the chance of her niece coming in at the wrong moment. Calling him wouldn't do any good. He'd only laugh at her, then appear at her doorstep some evening purposely to bring out their seedy affair into the open and embarrass her. No, this was the only way.
Linda looked at herself in the mirror. She purposely wore the most matronly blue suit she could find, the frilly white blouse unfortunately accenting her big high-riding tits. Well, that couldn't be helped. What should she do, tape them down?
Brushing back her hair, the young woman turned to one side and straightened her back, admiring her hour-glass figure. The curve of her legs apparent even though they were covered by the straight-lined business suit.
Slipping a shoulder bag over her arm, Linda hurried from the house. It wouldn't be easy certainly not as easy as it was to get picked up by him. Why had she done something as stupid as that? Why had she risked everything she'd worked so hard for… a trucker, especially one like Max?
And he had hurt her. This morning she awoke and felt the stiffness still in her arms and legs. The marks, thank God, had faded somewhat on her ass cheeks and lower back. Apparently the beating hadn't been quite as bad as she thought.
As the woman guided her car off the San Bernadino Freeway onto Harbor Avenue in downtown L.A., she remembered how she had become a wild sex maniac, twisting in her bonds, loving the cuffs binding her wrists, enjoying the chafing sensation of the ropes around her ankles while Max oh God, he had pissed and shit on her! Stopping at a light, Linda covered her face with one hand, feeling shame creep over her. Why had she done something so foul, so perverted?
'Oh!' Several cars were honking. The light had turned green. Stepping on the gas, she turned down Olympic, heading for the warehouse district.
Max would be there, leaning on the counter in the deserted bar, drinking his damned beer. Spotting his truck on the corner, Linda swallowed hard and pulled to one side of the narrow street. She had to do it… for herself, for Janice.
'Please, try to understand, Max.'
Linda sat by the bar, keeping her hands from the sticky, stained counter as she pleaded with the drunk trucker.
Max was holding his beer carelessly in one hand, the bottom of the bottle resting against one of his thighs. He'd been listening to Linda's argument for the past fifteen minutes, panting at times to indicate that at least several of her words had touched one or two of his brain cells. His broad chest rippled under his stained white T- shirt when she mentioned her niece and bow she wanted to protect Janice from anything bad.
'Bad?' he echoed, raising his eyebrows and smiling at her.
Linda dropped her eyes, wishing in a way she hadn't come. One or two of Max's friends were playing pool behind them. There was hardly anyone in tbe bar. Even the man behind the counter had disappeared with the cocktail waitress probably fucking in the back, Linda thought as she finished with her argument. There wouldn't be much more to his. Max might protest. But she wasn't going to back down. She even came prepared to offer him some money if he'd only leave her alone.
'So, you think you can get rid of old Max like some kind of dirty laundry, right?'
The words were loud and made her jump. Carefully, the attractive blonde, shifted her sitting position and glanced at his two friends. They had stopped playing pool and were now leaning against the table, scratching their dirty necks with their cue sticks. The air seemed to grow thicker, and more foul than it had been when she first stepped in. Linda began to sweat.
'That's not exactly what I mean, Max,' Linda protested. She wanted to get up and run. But would she be able to make it to the door? What a stupid thought.
This was a public place. Max wouldn't dare try something with her here – not in front of all these witnesses!
'That's what it sounds like. Baby, you don't into my place, in front of my friends, and dump me likesome load of shit,' Max whispered, jerking one hand out and curling bis fingers around her waist.
Linda winced in pain, biting her tongue to keep from crying out.
'You're hurting… me, Max,' Linda whispered as she tried to twist free.
'You don't get rid of me, understand? You try, and I'm gonna make you real sorry you and your niece were ever born,' Max threatened.
He narrowed his eyes. His lips were tightly drawn while his nostrils flared.
'I don't have a choice, Max,' Linda protested again, gasping softly as Max tightened his grip. His fingers were like the iron bands of the cuffs he'd used on her yesterday. She leaned forward against the counter, just about ready to scream for help.
'I said you're my woman and you're gonna stay that way 'til I'm good and through with you, bitch, understand?'
His voice was loud, his words slurred from all the beer he'd been drinking. Linda saw his two buddies smirking at her from behind the pool table. Pain shot up from her wrist to her shoulder and neck. He was going to break her hand! Her breathing became labored as she jerked back.
The bartender came out from behind the kitchen area, zipping up his pants and spotting what appeared to be a fight starting between Linda and Max.
'Hey, Max, you control your lady friend. Don't start messin' around here,' he said, raising his voice while squaring his shoulders.
Max had been caught. With a growl he released Linda wiping his hands on the sides of his thighs while still staring angrily at the woman.
With the cocktail waitress coming out just behind the bartender Linda felt somewhat safer. Max's friends grumbled something then went back to playing their game.
'I don't think there's anything more to talk about, Max,' Linda said, straightening her suit. It had been an awful scene, one that, however, she had expected.
'I don't want to see you. If you try anything, I'll call the police. And if you try spreading stories about what we've done, I'll deny them all. I'm not going to buckle under anymore Max.'
Her words, made his face turn red. Linda somehow managed not to show how nervous she was as she checked her purse, fished out the keys, then turned and walked briskly from the bar.
She could feel Max's eyes burning into her neck as she pushed the door open and stepped into the daylight. God, how good it was to be free of him! In spite of the wonderful times they'd had in bed, Linda was beginning to become terrified of the trucker. And their last sex scene with all the beating and degradation had finally became too much for her to stand. There was a problem of self image. How could she stand to look at herself in the mirror when she knew she'd cum while Max pissed and shit on her? Even now the thought of what had happened that late afternoon sickened her, made her shiver with revulsion. Yes, it would be some time before she could come to
