Chapter 3

Back in the car Heather turned toward Tony as soon as she got in the car.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“It went very well. I’m horny.”

“Too much information,” said Tony. “Put your seat belt on.”

The rest of the drive was silent until they got to her house. There were no lights showing and Jerry’s car wasn’t in the driveway.

“I don’t like going in a dark house alone,” said Heather. “Will you come with me?”

“Sure,” he said.

They got out and she took his hand as they walked to the front door. She put the key in and turned it. She pushed the door open and stood back while Tony entered. He found a light switch and both of them squinted because of the brightness.

She purposely saved her bedroom for last and when she followed him in she closed the door.

“I’m really horny, Tony,” she whined.

He whirled, alarm in his eyes.

“No, Miss Heather. Don’t even joke about that. Bob really would kill me if I touched you.”

“Only if he found out and I’m certainly not going to tell him. I don’t have the tattoo, Tony. All I want to do is go to bed with a man I like and respect. That’s you, Tony. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

“I like you, too, Miss Heather. I really do. You’re smart and pretty and you put up with Bob’s bullshit better than anybody I ever saw. And I want to touch you ... but I can’t. You know I can’t.”

Heather smiled.

“You’re so sweet. I think that’s why you turn me on so much. Tony, we’re going to bed. You’re going to get naked with me and climb on top of me and fuck me until I scream, or you’re going to get naked with me and lie on your back and I’ll ride you until I fall over. We’re going to do this just this once and Bob will never know and nobody else will ever know.”

She went up to him and pulled his big, round face down for a kiss. He was six-three, so he had to bend over. The fact that he did that – bend over – told Heather that she was going to win. This was for herself and Tony, of course. This was a liaison that she was choosing to do. Bob wasn’t forcing her. A marriage contract wasn’t requiring her to submit to him as her husband. She felt like she was seventeen again and it was after prom and she liked her date and just wanted to be really naughty and have a sweet orgasm.

His lips felt different than Bob’s, even though they were roughly the same shape and size. Bob’s kisses were usually firm and demanding. Tony returned her kiss like he was afraid he might break her if he got too aggressive. While she slipped him her tongue, she reached and smoothed her hand up and down over his bulge. She didn’t grip him. She petted him. He was a scared puppy who wasn’t sure humans could be trusted and she wanted to tame him and make him wag his tail.

He pulled his face back up, looking down at her with big, brown eyes. She returned his stare and kept petting his bulge. Then she reached to push his jacket off of one shoulder. He helped and the jacket fell on the floor with a soft thump. He had a holster on his right side with a .45 automatic in it. She’d handled Bob’s gun before and she reached to pull it from the holster.

“We don’t need that right now,” she said.

She put the gun on the little table beside the bed and loosened the knot on his tie so she could pull it off. When she unbuttoned his shirt a startlingly hairy chest, covered with soft black curls, was revealed.

“I’ve never been with a man who had that much hair on his chest,” she said, running her fingers through it like a comb. She looked into his eyes. “I can’t wait to feel all that hair tickling my nipples.”

She stood back and, with the efficiency only a stripper has developed, removed her clothes. She watched his eyes rake her body and heard what sounded like a growling stomach, but which squirted lube into her pussy to prepare her for sex.

“You’re making me so horny I’m dripping,” she said.

He groaned, but stood, not helping, as she tackled his belt and then the hook on his slacks. The zipper was easy and his pants suddenly fell as if they had lead in the pockets. She knelt and made him lift a foot. One of his hands came to her blond curls to steady him and she felt the immense strength in that hand. He could crush her if he wanted to. He was wearing boxers and she jerked them down almost savagely to see what was under them.

“Ohhhh, Tony,” she sighed. She licked her lips. “Come to Mama, Baby.”

He was firm, but not completely erect. His meat was just as black as Bob’s, but had more texture to it, or something. It hung, resting on balls the size of lemons. She skinned the foreskin back and got the head in her mouth but she only got two little sucks before his hands came to the sides of her head and pushed her away.

“No,” he said. She looked up. He was shrugging off his shirt. “That’s not where I want to put it,” he said.

She stood.

“Where do you want to put it, Tony? Do you want to put it in my pussy? Do you want to squirt it deep inside me?”

“You know I do,” he growled. “If I’m gonna get killed, then I want to get my money’s worth.”

He stopped, his eyes wide.

“I’m sorry, Miss Heather. I didn’t mean that like it sounded.”

“If I charge you eighty bucks, then this is a private dance,” she said. “So what if the customer gets a little hands-on. I think I can handle him and there won’t be any danger to me.”

She pulled him to the bed and flopped on it, on her back, with her legs spread. Tony had seen every inch of her before so she didn’t pose. She just said, “Hurry. I need you. I want that thing between your legs to dance in my pussy.”

He crawled on the bed, which complained about his weight. Tony tipped the scales at two-sixty. He looked fat-ish in his suit coat but he wasn’t fat. He was muscular and had big bones to boot. He would have made a very successful linebacker but he’d never been to school past the eighth grade. Before she was killed in the drive-by, his mother had worked two jobs and they still ate Spam and government cheese three times a week. They had Ramen a lot, too. He never knew his father and the only father figure in his life was Bob Alveezo, who had taken him in as a wild, dangerous nineteen-year-old and, over the next six years taught him how to be valuable to the organization.

Bob had let him have one of the tattooed women, from time to time, but that was rare. In one case Tony had intercepted an assassin with a knife, getting slashed in the process. One of his thick fists had broken the man’s jaw and the knife fell to the ground. The man was taken away and probably never seen again, either alive or dead. Tony got stitches, and a tattooed girl as a reward. He’d gotten another one for his twenty-first birthday.

Now, he looked down at the woman he thought was the most beautiful woman in Bob’s harem. She dazzled him. He had never liked teachers, but he liked this one. He wished he could be in her class and see her every day. He knew his place, though, and he knew that he was crossing a line that was very deep in the sand. If Bob found out he very well might be killed, if only to make an example to others.

But she wanted him. Women didn’t want him. The vast majority of them were scared to death of him. To be with one who actually wanted him was like waking up in a field of sweet smelling flowers. The fact that the woman was Miss Heather made him weak everywhere except in his groin. He couldn’t resist. He knew this would only happen one time and he knew the memories of this would be clear in his mind when he was eighty, should he live that long. He wanted those memories to be good ones.

He started by making her become vocal. As his face went toward her vulva she spread her legs farther apart and pulled her heels up so she could lift her pussy to meet his lips.

“Mmmm, yeah,” she moaned as he licked her with the flat of his tongue, from taint to clit. “Eat me nice,” she breathed.

She made more noises as he continued, and when he pulled her fat lips apart and sucked at her clit her hips writhed and she got loud.

“I’m cumming, Tony,” she whined. “You’re making me cum. I want to cum on your tongue, Tony.”

Shortly after, her thighs whipped together to crush his head between them as she wailed and pulled at his hair. That lasted ten or fifteen seconds and then her knees relaxed and fell apart again. Exercising and stretching had made Heather limber, like all strippers need to be, and her knees fell flat to the bed, opening her completely. He licked his way up to her breasts and sucked on them for a little while. Then he pushed up and showed her what he wanted to put in her.

“Ohhh, Tony,” she moaned again. “I am gonna have so much fun!”

He was roughly the same size as Bob, though his penis still looked different, somehow. Because Bob had fucked her so many times her body knew how to accept a rod like Tony’s and when he tried to ease it into her she lifted her heels and slammed them onto his ass. His hips surged forward and she gasped.

“Oh fuck yeah. Get deep in me, Baby. I need you deep.”

“You shouldn’t cuss,” panted Tony. “Teachers don’t cuss.”

She didn’t abuse him, verbally, or call herself a whore. She suspected women had done that to him in the past, either by outright rejection or as some form of control. He wasn’t handsome. His face had a permanent scowl, but she knew it was just habit and not because he wanted to hurt anybody. He was perfectly willing to hurt someone, but only if it would serve some purpose and not because he liked dispensing pain.

“You’re right, Tony,” she said, as instinct told her the “teacher” aspect of this meant something to him. “You get a gold star, Tony. And you’ve done so well in class that you get to have sex with the teacher.”

He pulled out and surged back in hard enough to make her breasts jerk.

“Teacher wants this, Tony,” she said, reaching to run her hands all over his back. “Teacher wants your long, strong penis in her because she’s so horny she could scream. Can you do it hard, Tony? Teacher wants it hard, but not too hard.”

She was adlibbing. The only other man she talked to during sex was Bob and quite often she cursed him. But he knew it was a front, now. He knew he had tamed her. He had not clipped her wings, but he knew she would stay in the cage even if the door was open.

This was different, though. The only man she had made love to was Jerry. She’d gotten close several times with Bob, but her psyche reminded her she was his prisoner and she couldn’t quite get to that level. The instant Tony pulled out and powered back in told her she had tamed him, and that she could let loose and just feel it.

She gurgled as he did pound her, using his knees to get traction on the bed and jerking her whole body toward the headboard. Her clit was only barely involved, but her vaginal walls were scraped so delightfully that she knew she’d cum within a minute or two. When it happened, she praised him.

“Tony! You’re – making me – cum. I’m – cumming – on your – beautiful – prick!”

If anything he got more aggressive and she used her hands and heels to stroke him. Then she pulled her hands to his front and ran them through his chest hair.

“Wait!” she gasped.

He stopped mid stroke. He wasn’t even breathing hard.

“Push in deep and stay there,” she panted.

He did and, to her delight, began to circle his hips, crushing her clit.

“Like that?” he growled.

“Yes!” she squealed. “Just like that! Ohhhh Tony, Baby, You’re gonna make me cum again!”

She got lost in the sensations and just lay there, while he kneaded her orgasm box like a wad of bread dough. It wasn’t that he did anything different. It was just because she didn’t have to be alert or careful of what she was saying. She felt free and the freedom kept her orgasm box full while he tried to empty it.

Suddenly he pulled her down and rolled, so that she was on top.

“My back was hurting,” he breathed. Now he was out of breath. She watched his chest heave as she sat up and relaxed her entire body, making it dead weight held up only by her spine. She knew this would get him as deep as it was possible for him to go. She had become addicted to Bob abusing her cervix, pushing it and stretching it. She hoped Tony’s penis would do the same thing.

It did, and the muscles in her hips came alive to jerk her forward two or three inches, and then back twice that far. Over and over she made the tip of his cock slide past her cervix until she felt like she might burst. Only then did she fall forward with stiff arms on his chest, and bring her clit into play. As soon as she had jerked three more times it was there and, because she was free, it was stronger than anything she had ever felt.

“Ohhhh, Tony, I love you,” she wailed as spears of joy skewered her belly. She couldn’t reach his face with her lips, so she simply pushed them through the hair at the top of his chest.

He just lay there and she caught her breath. She could still feel his iron stiff rod inside her and she sat up again. She didn’t move this time. Instead she looked at his face.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she said.

“I’m not thinking,” he panted, gently. “I can’t think. It’s like I got wrapped up in cotton candy that’s three feet thick and I can eat as much as I want.”

“You’re the sugar,” she said, leaning down to lick the hair on his chest. She saw his eyes go to her breasts and leaned forward to dangle a stiff nipple above his lips. It pulled him out of her but she didn’t care. She knew she could have it in her again before he left. “I have sugar in my breasts. Do you want to suck some out?”

He did, and she closed her eyes as his thick lips mauled her nipples and sent streaks of joy to her pussy. She knew those streaks would be saved up and could be used later.

For now, though, she was satisfied. Now she wanted to pull from him the results of his orgasm. She wanted him to explode. She gripped him and put him in her again, sitting bolt upright and looking down at the big man whose penis had made her so happy. She started milking him, like she did to Bob when she wanted to get it over with so she could leave.

Some of the power she used with those muscles was because she did sit ups every day. The skill with which she used them was because of practicing on Bob. Now, she saw Tony’s eyes widen.

“That’s my pussy saying it’s thirsty,” she cooed. “Pussy wants a drink. Can you give pussy a drink?”

“I know what Bob is trying to do,” he panted. “I’m already a dead man. If I got you pregnant he’d have the paramedics bring me back to life so he could kill me again.”

“I’ve never had a little black baby,” she said, “but I’ve seen a few mixed race babies and they all look pretty much the same. They’re cute and adorable. When I have my first baby, as long as it’s black, Bob will believe it’s his. And it probably will be. I don’t get any other black seed in me. Everybody else has to wear a condom. But you’re special. You’re my knight in shining armor. I want your milk in me. And I only get to have it one time. I don’t care if it gets me pregnant. I just want to feel your love shooting into me.”

“Uhhhh,” he groaned as her milkmaid muscles chewed on his cock. It almost felt like she was sucking him with her mouth.

“You can’t have my baby,” he groaned.

“Of course I can,” she said. “All you have to do is shoot your delicious Tony seeds in me and if one of them meets my egg you will have made your baby in me. Then I will love it and nurture it and talk to it as it grows in my belly and in nine months I’ll push it out into the world.”

She leaned forward and stared into his eyes.

“I’d be honored to carry your child, Tony. I will probably have Bob’s baby, but not by choice. If I had to have one, but got my choice of fathers, I’d choose you. Actually, I’m amazed that he hasn’t already gotten me with child. But, I keep having periods. Maybe after you, I’ll miss the next one.”

She clenched her muscles and pulled his cock toward his face. It did not move inside her and it pulled his root and his balls. Then she relaxed, making his cock slide rapidly back two inches while she shoved backwards. Then she did it again. She clenched and pulled and then relaxed and pushed, all the while staring into his eyes.

“I love your cock,” she whispered. “I love having it in me. I wish I could have it whenever I wanted it. I’d be greedy and want it a lot. I want you to give me something so that when you leave, some of you will stay here with me. Shoot in me, Baby. Fill me up with hot goo.”

“Ohhhhh, fuuuck!” He growled as his cock finally sent the right signals and became a conduit through which she got what she was craving.

“Mmmm, yes,” she moaned as his cock bucked and spat. She looked and saw thick white fluid escaping the tight seal of his penis to her body. There was too much to stay inside. She imagined it being pumped also into her womb.

She had resigned herself to having Bob’s baby. More and more often she wanted to have Bob’s baby.

Now, as she was fertilized by a man she felt too strongly about, she wanted to have his baby, instead.

Or ... maybe ... also.

And, somehow, Jerry was just out of the running.

Tony was dressed again. He looked like a businessman a pro athlete who had retired from the sport and now worked like the rest of us. He kept looking at Heather as he dressed. She remained where he had left her, on her back, arms flung wide, legs slightly cocked. He could see his pearly cum leaking out of her. He wished he could see her like that every day.

Then he reminded himself he could see her like that every day. It would just be after Bob made her look like it, instead of himself. There was a secret viewing room beside Bob’s office. If he fucked a girl in his office, somebody in that viewing room could watch. It was used very infrequently, usually to get video evidence with which someone could be blackmailed or extorted. A “VIP” would be provided with a girl (either actually underage or who looked underage) and one of the bouncers would stand guard on the door until the session was concluded. Many a politician had thought Bob’s office was a safe place to indulge in something with no witnesses. Only afterwards, when Bob needed something (usually some kind of protection), was the video produced. There was only one key and it was in Bob’s desk. Tony knew where that key was, though. It was unlabeled and lying in his paper clip box, in the lap drawer of his desk.

Tony had used the key without permission four or five times. He used it only when Bob called Heather out of the rotation and was going to fuck her himself. He had watched what Bob did and listened to what she said. He had put himself in Bob’s place in a fantasy many times. He saw naked women all day long and was immune to them. But Heather had always made him stiff, ever since he met her. She was getting a raw deal but she was handling it like a pro.

Now his fantasy had come true, but had twisted. He had not held and touched and kissed and fucked Hot Teacher. He had done those things with Heather. If Bob killed him, he’d die with a smile on his face.

“Thank you,” his bass voice grumbled. She lifted her head and pushed tousled hair off her face.

“No ... thank you. That is how every woman wants to be treated.”

“I’d better go,” he said. “They might be wondering where I am.”

“You were keeping an eye on me because I was down in the dumps,” she said. “If he asks, I’ll tell him I was scared and didn’t want to be alone. I asked you to stay until I fell asleep. Actually, I wish I could fall asleep with you and be by you all night. I know I’d wake up horny and need you again. It would be yummy to wake up to my chocolate lover in the morning.”

“Stop teasing me,” he said, his voice stern for the first time. “It happened, but it’s over and it can’t happen again. I’m leaving.”

“All right. Thanks for the ride home. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

He grunted and then left the room.

Heather felt sad that he was going. She didn’t think about the fact that, only a handful of months earlier, she’d have been in bed with her husband, and would have slept with him all night. Her world had changed so much it was almost unrecognizable.

At least on the weekends.

Saturday night was routine. Tony picked her up and delivered her to the club. She didn’t tease him or speak of the night before. When they got to the club she said, “Thank you,” and he said she was welcome.

She was relaxed. The residual sexual energy Tony had left in her affected her dance. She went without panties again and this time, during the dance, she pulled her right index and middle fingers through her split. This was forbidden unless it was in a private dance, but she did it anyway. She knew Tony was watching her but she didn’t try to make eye contact with him.

She expected to be called to Bob’s office, but no summons came. Instead, Audrey approached her.

“Don’t do that again,” she said. “If the wrong people see it they’ll arrest you and shut the club down.”

“Got it,” said Heather. “Can I run my fingers beside my lips?”

“As long as you don’t pull them apart you’re okay. But I save all that for private dances.”

“I don’t do that many private dances,” said Heather. “It doesn’t matter. I was just feeling a little sexy.”

“You exude sex when you dance,” said Audrey. “You’re a natural. If you went to a big city and auditioned for five different clubs, there would be a bidding war to get you.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll stay small town.”

“Yeah,” sighed Audrey, as her shoulders sank. “It’s kind of hard to leave this place.” She looked down at the thong she wore that was big enough to cover the tattoo there. “The first thing I’d do is get my tattoo lasered off.”

“He hasn’t done that to me ... yet,” said Heather.

“He doesn’t want to mark your body so it can be seen when you dance. Everybody who counts knows you’re his. Nobody will bother you in this town.”

“You have one and still dance,” Heather pointed out.

“Yes, but I can’t show it when I dance. I can’t strip down all the way like you do. If the general public found out about the tattoos he’d be accused of human trafficking.”

“It’s what he does, sometimes,” said Heather.

“Yes, but it’s also the least destructive way. You’re a good example. He could have broken Jerry’s legs and taken the house and everything you owned. He could have left you with nothing. But he did something else instead. He saw potential in you. He’s a businessman above all else. He saw a way to get his money, instead of your collection of Cabbage Patch dolls. He won’t mar your beauty because it would affect him financially.”

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