Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors (44 page)

“Take your clothes off,” she commanded. He complied.

“Now you can undress me.” He did.

“Now stand there and jerk off."

“Come on, Betty. I can do that at home."

She slapped him with all her might, leaving a red mark on his left cheek.

“Okay, okay, damn it,” he said and he began to pump his penis, grasped between the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand. When he ejaculated, she held a tissue over the head of his penis, wiped it clean, and commanded him to swallow it.

She did not feel that he was yet adequately humiliated. She opened her stance. “I need to pee. Drink it."

He immediately dropped to his knees and stroked her bottom while she emptied her bladder. “Salty enough for you?” she sneered. She turned around and pulled apart the cheeks of her buttocks. “Lick this."

He bathed her anus with his tongue, fully expecting her to defecate and a little disappointed when she didn't. She made him bend over the bed and lashed his buttocks with her uniform belt. She watched in amazement as his erection returned, a little with every blow. Finally, she rode him, commanding him to masturbate her with his thumb while she brought him to climax.

“You're one sick bastard,” she sneered.

“Look who's talking,” he said with a grin on his lips.

He bathed her as directed when they showered.

“How do you like being on the receiving end?” she asked.

He laughed. “I never thought of myself as being masochistic, but I must be. I just about lost it when you were whipping my ass, and you damned near killed me when you squeezed my balls."

“What's next?” she asked.

“Anything your imagination can dream up. I'll try anything once. There are a couple of sex shops in Charlotte. Want me to pick up a few toys for us to play with?"

“Suit yourself, but that's not what I was talking about. I meant what's my next job assignment?"

“Nothing definite right now. You ever notice those newspaper ads with sketches of women wearing underwear, bathing suits and stuff?"

“Sure."

“Well, you might want to practice doing that for a while. I'm working on a Wal-Mart account that would involve newspaper inserts along those lines. If I land it, it'll be my first national account."

“Good luck."

“I'll need more than luck. I think I'll get my people to do a storyboard for a dummy ad. I'll bring you some sample clothes to sketch in a few days. But you have to understand that if I don't get the business you don't get paid."

“I'll do my part,” she agreed, stroking his penis again with her soapy hand. “How do you do that?"

“Do what?"

“Get three erections in less than an hour? It's all Bo can do to get it up once a day."

They both laughed as she squatted in front of him, rubbing a rich lather on her breasts. “Let's try something new,” she said as she tightly pressed her breasts together, trapping his penis.

He got the idea. Minutes later the stream of water from the showerhead quickly washed his semen from her chest and neck.

As he held the motel room door open for her, Betty said, “Next time, if there is a next time, I want you shaved."

“But I did shave this morning,” he protested.

“I want you shaved from the neck down—armpits, chest, legs, pubic hair."

“How can I explain that to my wife?” he pleaded.

“That's your problem,” she replied.

“Max picked up the new drawings today,” Betty said between mouthfuls of fried chicken and mashed potatoes, “but he didn't pay me anything. He said he would have to let ‘his people’ decide whether or not they are good enough."

“They're good enough,” Bo replied. “I still don't understand why this Max character drives up here to pick up your work. Why don't you just mail it to him or send it by UPS or something?"

“I don't know. It's his money and time, and he's the boss."

“Did you go by the Donaldsons’ this afternoon?"

“No. Look, Bo, I went over there everyday while Louise was in the hospital. Enough is enough."

“Hey, I was just asking. Pass me the biscuits."

“I'm glad Big Willie employed a practical nurse to stay with her."

“It was good to have Big Willie back at work today. I think he needed it more than we needed him. He seemed a little disappointed that things were in such good shape."

“Hell, they ought to be. You've worked for over two weeks without a day off."

“Yeah, well, it looks like I'm going to have to work Monday too. Big Willie said he will be out of town all day."

“Damn, Bo. He's been out of work long enough. I hope whatever he is doing is important. You need a rest."

Bo was pleased. It was her first expression of concern for the long hours that he was working. “I'm not going to have Tuesday off either. At least not all day."

“What's happening on Tuesday?"

“Big Willie said he wanted me to come to the course about 3:30 and play a full round of golf with him. He sounded kinda funny when he asked me. I think he may have something else on his mind."

“Like what?"

“I don't know, but in my mind I tied together his out of town trip on Monday and the round of golf on Tuesday. I'm afraid he's getting ready to take a job somewhere else."

“Hot damn,” she said, pretending to be excited. “Then they would make you the greens-keeper and finally pay you what you're worth."

“I don't think so, Betty. I was good enough to fill in, but they would want someone with more experience if they have to replace Big Willie. Hell, if Big Willie leaves, I may wind up losing my job."

“Maybe Big Willie will want you to move with him if he does take a job at another course."

“Maybe, but what would you think of that?"

“As long as it isn't too far from Charlotte I wouldn't care,” she responded. “Sitting in that gatehouse all day is not something I plan to do for the rest of my life, you know."

He shrugged his shoulders, stretched and noisily yawned.

“Want to take a bath?” she grinned sensuously.

“Yeah,” he replied, “but that's all. I'm too exhausted for anything else."

Having become Max's dominatrix earlier in the day, she wasn't about to accept Bo's lack of interest. The session with Max whetted her sexual appetite. She yearned for the complete satisfaction Bo's well-developed penis could provide. She quickly ripped off her tee shirt, allowing her breasts to bounce free. “You sure?” she asked, shaking her shoulders vigorously and gripping her crotch like a rock performer on stage.

“I'm wrong again,” he grinned as he moved behind her, fondling her breasts and kissing the nape of her neck.

Betty grabbed a towel and quickly dried the dishwater from her hands before answering the telephone.

“This is Rita Holder of the Holder Advertising Agency. I am trying to locate a Betty Elizabeth Nading."

Betty's heart began to pump furiously and several seconds passed before she could manage to say, “I am Betty Nading."

“Good. The only listing in Max's Rolodex for you was the Tanglewood number. The man who answered gave me this number—said it was your day off."

Betty's pulse was racing. She realized she was speaking to Max's wife. “Is there something I can do for you Mrs. Holder?” she asked hesitantly.

“Max left Charlotte on a business trip Saturday morning in a small chartered aircraft. Something went wrong on takeoff. The airplane crashed just after liftoff. There were no survivors. The funeral was Monday."

“Oh, my God, Mrs. Holder. I'm so sorry."

“You probably wonder why I am calling you just the day after his funeral. Were you fucking Max? I need to know."

Betty was totally unprepared for both the news and the question. She sat in a kitchen chair in the doublewide and fumbled for words. She would never understand why she chose to give an honest answer. “Yes,” she said very softly.

“You didn't have to, you know. Your work is quite good."

There was a long pause.

“Betty, you do not need to be afraid of me. I knew Max slept around. How he met his sexual needs didn't matter as long as he kept his hands off me. I am a lesbian. I tried the straight path and have two children to prove it, but it just wasn't for me. Did you love him?"

“No,” Betty answered quickly. “I slept with him because he said it was the only way he would give me a start in the business."

“That's good. Then you are not any more broken up by his death than I am. You sound a little shook up, though."

“Yeah, I am."

“I guess I have a little of the voyeur in me,” Rita said, and Betty thought she detected laughter in the new widow's voice. “What the hell did you two do together?"

“I ... I don't know what you mean."

“They required me to identify the body after the crash. There was no body hair on Max—chest, arms, legs, or pubic hair. He was always so proud of his chest hair. You shaved him, didn't you?"

“He, uh, wanted me to shave so I..."

Rita interrupted with laughter. “I'll bet you beat his bottom too, judging from the purple whelps I saw. I think I'm going to really like you, Betty."

“There were only two, no three times, Mrs. Holder. I'm very sorry."

Rita was still laughing as she said, “Listen, can you discuss a little business now, or should I call back later?"

“I'm okay. What kind of business, Mrs. Holder?"

“Please call me Rita. Max never told you that we were partners in the business, did he?"

“No, he didn't."

“The man was full of ambition and ideas, but he would never have made a cent without my business expertise. I am going to run the agency myself now. I think I have some good ideas too. There will be a delay of a few days before I can cut a check for your latest artwork, but you do have $10,000 coming. The auditors have to do their thing before I can resume business."

“There's no hurry, Mrs., uh, Rita."

“I want to meet personally with you, Betty, to go over the plans I have for the agency and for you, but since I am not screwing you I must insist that you meet with me in my office. Can you arrange that?"

“I can try. When do you want to see me?"

“Tomorrow, if possible, and wear something sexy."

“Wear something sexy?"

“I'm kidding, Betty,” Rita laughed. “Did Max tell you we moved to Dot?"

“No, ma'am. He said you were building a home and moving your offices out of Charlotte, but he didn't tell me where."

“We moved last week. My office is in a converted hotel building on the main drag in Dot, second floor. They call it the Dollar Building."

Betty heard Bo returning from his golf game with Big Willie. “Rita, I'll call you back if that's okay. I'll have to talk with my husband and also see if I can get the day off from Tanglewood."

“You're married?"

“Yes, ma'am."

“Then why were you screwing around with ... oh, never mind. Call me back as soon as you can."

Betty jotted down the telephone number as Bo banged through the doublewide door.

“Man,” he bellowed, “have I got to talk with you. Oops, sorry,” he said and added in a whisper, “I didn't notice you were on the phone."

“I'll let you know something by the end of the day, Rita. Thanks for calling."

“Who was that?” Bo asked as he pulled a diet cola from the refrigerator.

“The Holder Advertising Agency. Max was killed in a plane crash last Saturday."

“Shit, Betty. I'm sorry,” he said without conviction. “You're good. You'll find other agencies that will buy your work."

Betty got a beer from the refrigerator and joined Bo at the kitchen table. “You seemed very excited when you came in. Did you beat Big Willie?"

“Hell no,” Bo replied, wagging his head causing perspiration to fly in all directions. “I was terrible. Big Willie wouldn't let me cheat. I think I wound up with a score of 105."

“I'm sorry, Bo, but what are you so excited about?"

“I told you I thought something other than golf was on Big Willie's mind. I was right. He didn't want to play golf as much as he wanted to talk privately with me, and between shots he told quite a tale."

“I assume that sooner or later you're going to get around to telling me what he said,” she grinned.

“Betty, I know I'm getting off the subject, but, well, now that you have some money in the bank, why don't you go on and get your teeth straightened. You look so good with the haircut you got yesterday. If you get you teeth fixed, I'll be the only ugly ducking in the family."

“You must really like my hair, to tell me so many times. For your information, I have an appointment with a dentist next Monday. Now tell me what Big Willie said, damn it."

He smiled at her. “Sure you don't want to go to bed first?"

“You stink after playing golf,” she teased.

“Okay then. How about taking a bath together?"

“Bo!"

“Okay. To make a long story short, Big Willie spent the whole day yesterday in Dot, a little town just outside of Charlotte. I told you several weeks ago a committee from Dot came up to look over the courses at Tanglewood and that I was afraid they were going to offer Big Willie a job as their pro."

Her heart skipped a beat. She remembered the conversations, but had forgotten the name of the town.

“Some rich guy down there named Dollar is building a huge recreational facility which includes golf courses. As I guessed, they offered Big Willie the job as club pro."

“Is he going to take it?"

“I'm pretty sure he will."

“And you don't think Tanglewood will offer you the greens-keeper job?"

“No. I asked Big Willie about it. He said he would recommend me for the job if I wanted him to, but he doubted I could get it. He said I didn't have enough experience and I know he's right."

“Maybe you'll like the new greens-keeper just as well as Big Willie."

“Maybe I won't have to."

“What is that supposed to mean?"

“The job they offered Big Willie is more than just the club pro. In fact, the official job title is Golf Course Superintendent. They want him to start immediately. He will supervise the final stage of construction and then be responsible for all aspects of the course, including greens keeping and serving as the pro."