"Dirty little girl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Todd Ray)

CHAPTER THREE

For the next few days, mother and daughter had very little to say to each other, speaking only when it was necessary. When Thursday came around again, Libby kept glancing through the window, hoping to see the big rig that she knew would never come. When the last customer had gone, Libby's mother quietly retired to the trailer, leaving her daughter to close the cafe. When she had completed her chores and turned out the lights and the neon sign, Libby sat don on the front steps. Listening to the distant sounds on the freeway, she wondered if Big Red's truck was out there in the traffic. It just didn't seem fair to the girl that he would never be back again. She closed her eyes and pretended that he was holding her in his arms, her face snuggled against his big bare chest.

Libby was brought back to reality with the sound of a car grinding up the hill. When it came into view, the one dim headlight told her it was Billy Jefferson's pickup.

"Hi, Libby," he called cheerfully when he stepped out.

"Hello, Billy. Where were you last week?" she asked.

"Shit," mumbled the boy. "My old man wouldn't lemme leave."

"Did you bring the buck and a half you owe me?" she asked.

"Well," he muttered nervously, "I got two bucks to pay for tonight, and I'll bring the rest next Thursday."

"Okay," she said reluctantly. "Gimme the money."

When he handed her the two crumpled bills, she excused herself for a minute and went into the house. Returning, she handed him two quarters.

"What's this?" he asked, looking at the coins in his hand.

"That's the change for the buck and a half you owed me," was her reply.

He stared at her with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Now," she said in a low, even voice, "get back in that fuckin' pickup, and get your ass out of here. I ain't never gonna suck your damned cock again."

"But-but, Libby," he stammered.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth!" she yelled. "I ain't never gonna suck you off again, you cheap son-of-a-bitch! Now get the hell out of here and don't ever come back!"

Sitting on the step, smiling to herself, she watched the taillights of his clattering pickup disappear over the hill.

The following day, when most of the lunch crowd had left, a rather thin man with yellowish-grey hair and pale, watery eyes came in and sat down at the end of the counter. Libby recognized him, as this was the third time he had been in for lunch this week. There was something about the man that disturbed Libby. The way he stared at her made the girl nervous. She knew that all the male customers ogled her and stared at her tits that she purposely exposed to them, but there was a different look in this man's eyes. He had a drooling, lewd expression on his face.

When she had served him, she walked down to the other end of the counter, feeling his watery little eyes following her smooth, soft thighs. Leafing through a true-confessions magazine, she noticed that her mother had come out of the kitchen and was engaged in a quiet conversation with the man. It puzzled her when she saw her mother stuff a bill the man had given her into her bra and return to the kitchen.

"Libby," her mother called from the kitchen a few moments later, "will you come in here for a minute?"

When the girl entered the kitchen, her mother looked up from the stove. "Libby, I want you to take that gentleman out to the trailer and give him a good time."

"What do you mean?" asked the girl.

"Since you like to fuck so well, it's time you start contributing to our income," she answered calmly.

"No, I won't do it!" she muttered defiantly.

"Yes, you will, you little chippy, and make damned sure you please him," she commanded. "It's time you start helping us make a living."

"But, Mom," she sobbed, "I just couldn't do it with that ugly old man."

"You can and you will," she snapped. "I'm Goddamned tired of bringing in all the extra cash around here, and besides, it's you he wants, not me."

Leading the girl out to the man, her mother smiled. "Mr. Nelson, this is my daughter, and she'd love to spend some time with you."

Walking numbly out to the trailer with him, Libby cringed inwardly, feeling his skinny, clawlike fingers groping at the soft flesh of her ass.

When they were inside, he turned Libby's face to his and tried to kiss her. Seeing his leering lips and rotten teeth descending toward her mouth, she pushed him away.

"Listen," she snapped, "I came here to fuck, not kiss."

"For twenty bucks I'll do anything I want," mumbled the man.

"Just don't try to kiss me again or I'll kick the shit outta you," she hissed, taking her dress off and spreading her naked body out on the bed.

She shuddered with revulsion, watching the man leering lewdly at her pink little pussy, fully exposed between her open thighs. She watched him remove his shirt, revealing his bony, sunken chest. Without taking his shoes off, he lowered his pants to his ankles and crawled up between her open, naked thighs. A sudden feeling of detachment came over her numb body. She felt like a observer and not a physical part of the scene in which she was participating. She stared with curiosity at the small, gray-colored cock that his trembling, bony hand was guiding toward her unexcited pussy. In her strange detachment, she was unaware of any feeling when his prick penetrated her twat. His skinny body trembling with excitement she watched him jerkily push his cock in and out of her unresponsive hole. She watched the glazed look in his watery eyes while spit dribbled out of the corner of his open, gasping mouth. His whole frail body trembled with excitement as his skinny arms and legs propelled him faster and faster. Suddenly, without warning, she felt his thin wet cum dripping into her cunt as he suddenly collapsed over her body in complete exhaustion.

Libby crawled from under the limp man, and slipping her dress on, returned to the diner. When the girl began picking up dishes from the table, her mother glanced over but said nothing.

The man came in a few minutes later, finished his cold cup of coffee and left. When Libby cleared his dishes away, she found a five-dollar bill folded under his saucer.

"How much did he pay us?" Libby casually asked her mother.

"Ten dollars," was her reply.

You fuckin' liar, Libby thought to herself as she walked out of the kitchen.

Within a few weeks, Libby was spending more time on the bed than she was spending in the diner. When the word got around that the little girl was available for a piece, she was getting almost more business than she could handle. Having discovered that she could detach herself from reality in bed, she really didn't mind the parade of faceless, nameless cocks that passed in and out of the trailer. Even though she knew her mother was only giving her a percent of the action, it was easier than waiting on tables and paid better than sucking cocks for two bucks, a trick.

Early one evening she was sitting on a stool at the counter, facing the tables and waiting for a proposition. Her bare legs were crossed, revealing her luscious naked thighs to the male customers.

A big florid-faced man whom she had never seen before kept staring anxiously at her legs. Re-crossing them, she gave him a quick glance at her uncovered pussy. Noticing his excited reaction, she slowly walked to his table and leaned over, exposing her luscious big boobs. "Good evening, sir, is everything all right?"

"Yes-yes, thank you, Miss," he stammered, staring at her with little pig eyes embedded in his fat, red face.

"Well," she whispered suggestively. "If there's anything you want, just ask, and I mean anything."

His beady little eyes followed her back to her stool, and when she turned around, re-crossing her legs again, she saw the perspiration glistening on his red, puffy face.

Winking at him, she slowly got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Ma," she said. "There's a big fat slob out there who's down to fuck me, but he's afraid to ask. Why don't you go out and make a proposition to him."

Her mother returned in a few minutes with a big smile on her face. "God, honey, he's really hot to trot. He says he'll even give us an extra ten bucks if you'll give him a special treat."

"What the hell does he mean by a special treat?" she asked.

"Probably wants a blow job," laughed her mother.

"Okay," she giggled, opening the back door. "Get the money and send him out to the trailer."

Libby was lying naked on the bed when she heard the knock.

"Come in," she purred.

She hadn't realized how disgustingly fat he was until she saw his huge girth squeeze through the door. Puffing and panting, he sat down on a chair to remove his shoes, his big protruding stomach making it a laborious operation. When he was finally undressed, Libby stared at his prick, almost obscured by his massive, sagging belly. Although his cock was fully erect, it wasn't more than two inches long.

Crossing the room, he lay down on his back next to Libby and began stroking his erect little dick with his thumb and forefinger.

"Now," he said in an excited voice, "will you please sit on my face and piss in my mouth?"

"What?" she gasped, sitting up. "Piss on my face," he repeated. "Are you some kind of nut?"

"Goddammit," he shouted, "piss on me!"

"I ain't gonna piss on any damned bed that I have to sleep in!" she yelled, jumping up.

"Piss on me, you dirty little whore!" he sobbed hysterically, lumbering to his feet.

"No!"

His face purple with rage, he grabbed her tits and began twisting them cruelly in his hands. "Piss on me! Piss on me!"

"Please don't!" she sobbed in pain as his hands and fingers dug in and twisted her sensitive nipples. Frantic with fear and the unbearable pain, she grabbed a pewter vase from the dresser and brought it crashing down on his head. Releasing his grip, the man dropped to the floor, his deformed little cock pointing up to the ceiling from under his big, obscene belly. With his open, lifeless eyes staring at her, Libby watched the flow of blood and saliva spurting out of his slack mouth. There was a deep gurgling sound in his throat that soon stopped. Unable to move, the girl stared horrified at the blood gushing out of his mouth in ugly spurts, forming a red, sticky pool on the floor.

"My God," she sobbed hysterically. "I've killed him! I've killed him!"

Trembling with fear, she slowly put on her dress and shoes. Then carefully stepping over the ghastly figure on the floor, she rummaged through the dresser drawers until she found a huge leather bag. Quietly, she closed the door behind her and cautiously walked toward the diner. Looking through the window, she could see her mother talking to some customers in the dining room. Quickly slipping into the pantry, she removed the loose floor boards and dumped her savings into her bag.

Her body trembling, teeth chattering, she stepped out into the early evening air. Her only thought was to put as much distance as possible between her and the cafe before the grisly body was discovered.

Not wanting to be recognized on the road, she crossed it and began running through the fields toward the distant freeway. Running and sobbing hysterically, she could vividly see that grotesque face spurting blood all over the floor. Shaking beyond control, she began to vomit. The poor child retched and gagged on the bitter bile that her shuddering body was forcing up. When the nervous convulsions stopped, she continued on her way. She walked and walked, and the car lights on the distant highway never seemed to get any closer. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally stumbled to the shoulder of the highway. The strong suction of air from the speeding cars frightened her. She was almost hysterical with fear when she saw the stop lights of a passing car come on as it pulled to a screeching halt a few yards down the highway.

Running along the road, she quickly opened the door and peered in. The only person in the car was the driver, a rather pleasant-looking man in his late thirties. When she had settled down in the seat, he put the car in gear and moved it out onto the highway.

"My name is Gary," he said after several minutes of silence.

"I'm Libby," she replied.

"Where are you heading, Libby?" he asked with a pleasant smile.

"West," was her reply.

"How far?"

"Just west."

They lapsed into a long silence. Libby, with eyes closed, leaned back against the head rest. The drone of the engine, hurling them through the night seemed to lull her nerves.

"Where you goin'?" she finally asked.

"San Francisco."

Another long period of silence as Libby dozed off in complete exhaustion.