Chapter 9: Restrictions

It was the first week of July and Mary Jane had a meeting at the university pertaining to next year’s classes. It was Wednesday, three days after the children’s park day. Brenda had phoned her the next day and asked if she could help next Sunday and Mary Jane happily agreed. She enjoyed it last Sunday. Why not.

She was driving home from an excellent meeting. She couldn’t say that very often but she had gotten ninety percent of what she’d asked for and she was pretty excited about the coming school year. She had been at her arrogant best in the meeting throwing her indigenous clout around at the end to get what she wanted. She felt great!

She decided to stop at the local market for some fresh veggies and chocolate ice cream to celebrate.

She was coming out of the store and walked right into Billy, where was Bob, was her first thought but she didn’t see him and she wouldn’t miss him. She wanted to run after the thought, under the tension she felt rising in her.

“Hi gorgeous, what are you up to today.” He had taken her shoulders and moved her laterally from the middle of the exit doorway. Then he moved her back up against the standing curb and the wall after it.

“Well?” He asked still holding onto her shoulders but allowing as much room in between them both as his short arms and huge belly would allow.

“I just stopped to pick up some fresh veggies.” She lifted the bag in her arms as if to say see. Billy glanced down. He didn’t see the bag or what was in it. He saw the tops of bra cups. He grinned. He said, “Oh, boy, wait until Biggy hears this.” He flicked the top of the cup with a finger. His grin couldn’t be any bigger.

‘Oh no!’ Was Mary Jane’s reaction while shaking her breast free of his fingers. Billy laughed, let her go and was turning away from her when he said, “Big Bob will have your deal with the chief killed by noon you stupid arrogant bitch.”

It was the first time she had heard a swear word from anyone in the tribe. It shocked her. She wasn’t a bitch. “I’m not a bitch you can’t call me that!” She barked at Billy’s massive, leather vest-covered back. Billy just glanced over his shoulder with a smirk and kept walking.

The picture of the dirt road her sister walked five miles a day and back from her ten-hour shifts at the grain mill popped into her head.

Mary Jane sprang after him. Grabbing his shoulder and begging him not to tell Big Bob. Please. She heard herself whining. She hated it. “Please she purred once more. Trying a different tact. This one slowed Billy down, “Where’s your car?” She pointed across the parking lot.

Billy turned towards it.

“Take your top off.” They had both just got in the car and closed the doors. Billy snapped, “I’m not playing. If you want my silence then you have to learn a lesson so you never wear a bra again. Take your top off.” In her mind, she was screaming no! While in reality, her fingers rose to the top button of her blouse, while she looked all around outside.

On the third button of five Billy started stroking her thigh. Through her knee-length dress. ‘Oh, I’m wearing panties!” She had to search her memory to see if she had been told not to, but she couldn’t remember, the last button sprang free.

Billy slid one shoulder off. She had to wriggle out of the other sleeve. She was now sitting in her beige, full-cup, padded bra. Billy flicked the side of a cup with his finger. She knew what he wanted. She took her bra off. Sitting in the driver’s seat with nothing on the top half of her body Billy looked behind them, “Ok, let’s get out of here.” Mary Jane drove.

Billy worked her up for over an hour. He had her drive here and drive there. He had her drive through a trucker rest stop to the hoots and hollers of a bunch of rude truckers. He fingered her from the start to the finish. She was so worked up. When they pulled into her driveway and parked, for the first time Mary Jane thought of fucking Billy. Then the bile rose in her throat. Bad thought.

They came together in front of her car. She didn’t want him to come in. She wanted him to leave so that she could finish what he started. He guided her into the house, right into the living room and had them both take a seat.

Billy asked if she was going to wear a bra anymore. She adamantly said she wouldn’t, she even promised not to. She was a cat on a hot tin roof.

It wasn’t five minutes later when her front door opened and in came Big Bob. He was grinning as he entered the living room and flopped down on the couch beside Mary Jane. He clapped his huge mitt on her thigh. She wanted to move, but his grip tightened she stayed where she was.

“Well little brother how did everything go on your end today?” Mary Jane was sitting on the couch without a top on, something had happened. She was scared Billy would tell on her about the bra.

“That went great then I ran into MJ here at the mini-mart. I was heading in for a sandwich when I bumped into the initiate here.” He paused a second, and her anxiety increased, “I helped her home with her groceries and she thought to help me by letting me play with her little. We have had a good time this afternoon haven’t we MJ?”

Trapped again, she put on a smile she didn’t feel and responded, “Yes we did.” Any fool could tell she didn’t mean it.

Big Bob dropped his news. “Now Mary Jane the following is directly from the lips of the chief. Not me, I would never think what he is thinking. No sir, I wouldn’t.”

He drew in a deep breath, then, “The chief says it’s come to his attention that you may be a little too promiscuous to make a proper Indian.”

Mary Jane jumped up from her seat to set Big Bob straight when Billy came storming out of his seat and bumped into her planting her in Big Bob’s lap and yelling. “That’s fucking bullshit!”

Spittle was flying from his mouth in his rage. “I’ll go straighten the fucking chief out right fucking now!” He makes to storm out of the house when Big Bob shouts wait!

Billy slams on his brakes, spins and shouts, “What?” Big Bob, cuddling little Mary Jane in his arms like a little girl says, “Listen to the rest of what I say it’s not that bad really, it won’t be I promise. Now sit down. Billy returned to his lover’s chair.

Billy’s rage, Big Bob’s yelling it was too much it scared her more than she wanted to admit. She was in Big Bob’s arms. She was safe. She didn’t try to leave, he gave her a comforting squeeze and then started talking again.

“It’s simple really the chief just wants her word that she won’t masturbate on her own anymore. Until the year is up. That’s all. You can handle it can’t you MJ.” He was snuggling his nose down into her forehead like you would a baby or a small child. She was eating it up.

Billy answered for her, in the most carrying tone and cadence he can muster, “Of course, she can give up self-masturbation, she never cums when she’s playing with us does she? It will be easy for her, won’t it Mary Jane?”

She didn’t want to answer. She was safe in her cocoon. Big Bob stirred which stirred her. He was looking into her eyes on his lap and asked, “Do you understand Kitten.”