Chapter 3

It was already midday and boiling by the time I crunched my way through the dust to the double-wide Jimmy owned, still holding down my spandex skirt. I was hot and sticky again, and the glare of the sun had long since set my head pounding. Sweat dripped down into my cleavage and drenched the boob tube, then wound its way past my tiny waist to my hips to soak my skirt as well. I just hoped Darla’s make-up wasn’t ruined, and took a quick look into the side mirror of Jimmy’s car before knocking on his door.

There was no answer. “Come on Jimmy, it’s fuckin’ baking,” I whined and knocked again, harder.

Finally the door opened, and Jimmy stood in front of me, imposingly tall to me even with Darla’s heels. He lifted his sunglasses and raised an eyebrow, thoroughly checking me out. “Well, well, well if it ain’t little Miss Mary Beth Malone! Ain’t we lookin’ fine today? I see Tairy finally scraped together the dough to buy them new titties for you.” He gazed at my rear pointedly. “Amongst other things. Shame he ain’t so generous with my fuckin’ rent.”

I glared at him. “I need to ask you about somethin’,” I said, as politely as I could manage.

“An’ what’s that?”

“Jimmy, just let me in please. My head’s achin’ with this heat.”

“Be my guest,” he drawled insincerely, holding the door open and ushering me inside. I stepped into his mobile home - a mansion by Bidby Hills standards - and shivered as I felt the cool rush of the air-conditioning, grateful it was on even if it didn’t seem to have any effect on my throbbing temples.

“I was just in the hot tub.” Jimmy gestured to the swimming briefs that he wore under his bathrobe. I could see his hard cock pressing through the thin material, and wondered if I’d caused that. He was sure bigger than Tairy and Gene. “Be real nice if you’d join me, Mary Beth.”

“I didn’t bring no swimmers.”

“Oh, hell, what you’re wearin’ is just fine.” He lifted his sunglasses again and winked at me. “Or you and me could skinny dip.”

“I’ll be right in what I got on,” I replied coldly.

He led me to a back room which he had filled with potted plants, the hot tub sitting in its dead center. “After you,” he motioned. I took off my heels and stockings and tried to figure out how I was going to clamber into the tub without giving Jimmy a show. Eventually I gave up and just moved as quickly as I could without slipping.

“Woo-ee!” Jimmy shouted. “Miss Mary Beth, you are fuckin’ livin’ it up today! Big new titties and no panties! You come to give Jimmy some party favors?”

He reached into a mass of pot plants and brought out a mirrored tile, on which ten enormous lines of cocaine were chopped out. “Speakin’ of parties.” He held the tile to his nose, taking in two lines in quick succession.

“Coke?” Jimmy sniffed.

“Nah, my headache...” Already I was beginning to wonder if sitting in a hot tub after being in the sun was a good idea.

“Fuck no, best fuckin’ thing for it,” he insisted, shoving the plate towards me.

“No really Jimmy, not today.”

“Do it, go on. Go on.”

“No. Thanks though.”

“Fuckin’ do it!” Jimmy thundered, slamming the mirror down next to where my head rested.

He glowered at me with behind his dark glasses and leaned over to place his lips right next to my ear. “Fuckin’ do it,” he whispered. “You fuck.”

I bent forward over the mirror obediently. I wasn’t going to get any answers from Jimmy by pissing him off. Hastily, I hoovered up the line closest to me, then snapped my head back, wiping frantically at my nose.

“Aaaaagain!” Jimmy yelled at the roof, throwing his hands into the air.

I snuffled up another line and the rush hit me instantly, sending my mind flying off on a roller-coaster that only seemed to travel upwards with ever increasing speed. Up through the clouds, away from the Earth and the moon, rocketing towards star-filled black infinity. I sank back in the tub, huge tits floating buoyantly, a wide, dopey grin on my face. Still the coaster climbed showing no signs of ever slowing when finally it hit the apex and crashed back down to the tub leaving me buried in the wreckage.

I’d done a little coke before, but this was a whole different feeling. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah,” nodded Jimmy, climbing into the tub next to me and leaning over my sprawled limbs to grab the mirror for himself. “Reeeeal top quality shit. A personal blend, darlin’. Just for my closest friends.” He took another two lines, clenching his fist and shoving his head suddenly under the water, bubbles bursting up as he yelled something unintelligible.

I hazily giggled and reached out to touch the bubbles and was still splashing about when he re-emerged, shoving his sunglasses back on. “Oh fuck, you wantin’ bubbles, Mary Beth?” He pressed a button on the side of the tub, and it sprang into life, churning and rippling in front of me. My eyes followed its currently in a daze and he cackled at me, the sound and liquid merging into one as Jimmy’s laughter foamed up around me, tickling my clit and jiggling my boobs.

“Reeeeal top quality shit,” he repeated.

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

“What did you wanna ask about?”

“Oh,” I exclaimed. I had forgotten my reason for coming to see him. I was so distracted by the hot tub. It felt so soothing now, its tremendous gusts leaving my tits bobbing pleasantly, and my high was settling to an almost manageable level. I lifted my leg as high out of the water as I could, not really caring that Jimmy could probably see my snatch through the water and pointed to my anklet. “This.”

“Oh that.” He glanced at it, then stared at my pussy. It didn’t bother me. In fact, between the looks he was giving me, my unfinished climax at Darla’s and the bouncing of my breasts, I was starting to feel more than a little horny. I wanted him to look at me more, and thought about his hard cock pressing through his swim trunks.

“Yeah, I know that. Tairy won it from me at poker.”

“But what is it?” I asked, leg still high in the air.

“It’s an anklet.”

“Jimmy,” I whined. I wasn’t in the mood for games. Just answers, and then maybe games. I could think of some fun games to play with Jimmy in the tub.

“It’s just somethin’ special to Bidby Hills.” He grabbed my ankle and started cascading the trinkets against each other. “Pretty thing, ain’t it?”

“Pretty.” I felt like he was teasing me with his hand where it was. I couldn’t think of anything but the other places I wanted it.

His fingers tickled my calf. “As for what it does,” he began, stopping to wind his tongue around my big toe, which made me tingle all over. “Well now that’s somethin’ I like to keep between me an’ the boys.”

Suddenly, he grabbed me by the knee and thrust it back to touch my ear, leaning in with the motion. I could feel his hard cock against my bare slit, just his swim briefs between us. It was almost more than I could take and I started humping against it frantically. Jimmy just laughed, dark glasses menacing me. I tried to ignore his mocking and kept rubbing myself against him - I could feel the ridged head of his cock striking my clit, and soon the orgasm I’d been denied earlier crashed down around me.

I was a mess: sprawled back against the tub, panting roughly, pussy still quivering. My mouth was wide open, my eyes rolled back, and as I lay there, trying to catch my breath, I could hear drool plopping into the water from my chin.

“Thing is though,” Jimmy remarked, reaching again for the mirror and taking his customary two hits. He itched at his nose. “Thing is, I reckon you’re too far gone now to do a fuckin’ thing about it.”

It took me a moment to remember what he was talking about - the conversation before my orgasm seemed years ago. I tried to close my mouth, to at least stop limply dribbling into his hot tub like brainless trash, but I was too weak to move.

Jimmy pushed he cock against me harder, the fabric covered head pushing ever so slightly into my hole. My fuckhole, I thought. It was a fuckhole because I wanted Jimmy to fuck me in it.

“Fuckhole,” I murmured. “Fuckhole.”

“Oh now Mary Beth, don’t you be so fuckin’ hard on yourself, girl. You ain’t a fuckhole yet. I think I still see a little brain tickin’ away in there.” He tapped my forehead, and my eyes trailed upward dumbly. “But don’t you worry Miss Mary Beth, we’ll soon fuck that right outta there.”

He let go of my knee and hefted me up, bending me over the back of the hot tub and pulling my skirt over my hips. He cackled and his open palm cracked against my thick ass, leaving it shaking and hot. “You see, these anklets stop you from leavin’ when we don’t want you to. An’ Tairy really don’t want you to leave, darlin’.”

“We gotta stick together round here,” he continued, sliding all four of his fingers easily into my greedy snatch, slopping them in and out noisily. His other hand reached for my tube top, yanking it down and sending my tits jiggling free. “Ain’t no use runnin’ off home to mama - your fuckin’ place is here at Bidby, girl.”