Chapter 3

Mother's Little Helper

Chapter Three

"Is it Monday already?" Gary grinned at me as I stood on his front steps holding Jilly in my arms.

"Shut up," I replied with a frown, squeezing past the man and into his house.

"I'm hungry," Jilly said in a small voice and I shushed her.

"We're going to McDonald's remember? Just..." I put her down on one of the stuffed chairs, " ... sit there and be a good girl, okay?"

"Okay Mommy," she nodded.

I'd picked her up from preschool and then changed my mind halfway home. I didn't want to be there and I'd been trying hard to avoid a trip to Gary's house, but I couldn't help it. I'd been out of coke since Wednesday. That gram had only lasted three days and now it was Friday. I couldn't wait until Monday. After taking three pills the day before, I'd just popped my second of the day working up my courage to ring Gary's doorbell. I didn't have enough for the weekend.

"What's going on, Gina?" he asked me gently.

"I ... I'm out," I said, looking into his eyes and then dropping my gaze as I felt weak and guilty and embarrassed all at once.

"Out of what?"

"You know what," I whispered, glancing at my daughter.

"Just tell me what you need," he said with a shrug.

"Some..." I cleared my throat, " ... some coke." I nodded and I reached between us as we faced each other, pressing my hand to the front of his trousers. "And some pills, just a couple to last me until Monday, okay?"

"Hmmm..." Gary smiled as I felt his penis growing stiff under my hand.

I'd removed my bra in the mini-van, tossing it in the glove compartment and now I leaned into the man, finding his chest with my tits. The blouse I wore only had three buttons in front and his eyes darted downward to take in my cleavage. I curled my fingers around his penis, distinct and thick inside Gary's trousers, and licked my lips in anticipation.

"Please?" I bit my bottom lip, trying to look seductive. "I just need favor, okay?"

"That might be kind of tough," he sighed, putting a hand on my left hip and squezing me. "I don't have anymore of the cheap stuff, Princess."

"What?" I blinked at him. "Well ... How much? I just need a little, I'll ... You know I'll do anything for it. Anything you want."

"I got some, but it's three hundred a gram," he said. "You got three hundred on you?"

"What? No!" I lowered my voice again. "I can't afford that. Please, just ... I'll make it good for you, okay? I'll make it special."

"Gina." Gary laughed and shook his head. "You are special, but not that special, okay?"

"But..." I closed my eyes tightly, taking a slow deep breath. "I'll pay you on Monday, alright? The three hundred, I can get it. I'll bring it with me."

"I can't do that," he said. "Sorry, that's too much to front right now. I have bills too."

"I need it though." I massaged his cock, jerking him off through his pants and rubbing my tits against him. "I really do."

"I believe you," he said, sliding his hand off my hip and up to the firm flesh of my left breast. "Look, you want to make some money? Get some blow tonight?"

"Yeah," I breathed, glancing at Jilly as Gary squeezed my tit. He found my soft nipple with his thumb and it began to stiffen immediately.

"I have a couple friends, a couple guys I'm hooking up with later," he told me. "You come along, okay? I'll arrange something, you know, maybe just one guy. Treat him right and I'll treat you right."

"W-What?" I swallowed hard. "You mean ... What? Be a ... a ... whore?"

"Be a woman." Gary chuckled as he tugged at my blouse, popping the top button and exposing my tit almost completely. He palmed my swollen nipple, digging his fingers into the pale globe hard enough to make me gasp.

I caught Jilly out of the corner of my eye and she'd turned her head at the sound. I felt my face redden and I turned slightly, trying to hide Gary's hand as he continued to fondle my breast. He knew my daughter was staring at us, Gary even smiled back at her even while he pinched my dark nipple and twisted it between his thumb and finger. I drew a sharp breath and forced myself to relax.

"I wanna go, Mommy," she said, seeing me look at her and I nodded.

"In a sec, baby," I told her and turned back to Gary. "Stop it! Just give me what I need."

"Yeah, I will," he promised, letting go of my breast. "You'll have to earn it though, this isn't a game."

The need to have more coke pushed everything else aside, and especially more pills. I'd need another around dinnertime, before Jack got home or I'd be a real mess. I had to have that stuff and I knew what Gary wanted from me. He wanted me to be his whore for the night, to fuck those guys, although I didn't know why. Okay, I told myself, it wouldn't mean anything. I'd get what I wanted now and deal with everything else later.

"But tonight ... Um ... How do I..." I narrowed my eyes. "My husband will wonder."

"That's your problem, isn't it?" Gary said. "Just come here before ten tonight, okay? Don't tell anyone where you're going, just come here."

"Yeah." I closed my eyes, nodding slowly.

"Now..." He smiled and reached for my breast again. "Tell your little girl we're going to be right back."

"Huh?" I stared at him, shivering as he tugged at my blouse impatiently, losing another button.

"Unless you want me to fuck you right here, Princess," he said with a shrug. "I don't care either way."

"But ... Tonight..."

"That's later," he sighed, using both hands to pull my blouse open, framing my naked tits. "You got me all hard right now."

"Ummm..." I swallowed hard, turning my back to Jilly. "What my coke?"

"Don't worry, I got some in the bedroom." He smiled. "You'll feel good."

"Uh, Jilly? Honey?" I spoke to her over my shoulder. "Mommy has to go ummm..."

"Upstairs," Gary prompted.

"Right, uh ... upstairs for a minute, okay?" I smiled at her. "I'm just ... I'll be right back. Just watch some TV okay, sweetie?"

"But Mommy ... I don't wanna..."

"No ... Shush now, you be a good girl," I told her. "I'll be right back and then we'll go get McDonalds."

"Mommy..."

She whined and I left her there, following Gary as we left the room and went upstairs into a bedroom. I felt hate then, just a little for myself. I'd brought Jilly to this house again, to where this drug dealer lived, and now she was sitting downstairs while I did a couple lines of coke off a mirror on the bed. I should have left. I should have taken her away quickly, never brought her there in the first place.

"Ohhhh God ... Yesss..." I smiled, feeling that coke hit my brain like a tidal wave of pleasure.

"Good, huh? Spread your legs ... Get em up..." Gary had my legs over his shoulders and my panty pulled to the side.

"No! Please..." I breathed. "My baby girl's downstairs."

I looked around and I was only dimly aware of the man's hard cock driving into my pussy. He took me all at once, stretching me with one quick thrust and I gasped as he held himself there, balls deep in my clasping vagina.

"Look at me, Gina ... Let me see your pretty eyes," Gary whispered, rolling my body up so my knees were next to my ears and he wasn't fucking me yet, just grinding his erection into my hole.

Whatever protests I made were just reflex or instinctual perhaps. I said the things a mother should when she's trapped beneath a man determined to fuck her lights out. I didn't really care, to tell the truth, not with that coke clouding my mind. I felt warm all over and Gary's cock fit me nicely. He began moving slowly at first, sliding his cock back until just the smooth glans remained, nestled in the moist mouth of my hungry cunt. When he pushed into me, I bit my lip and closed my eyes, nodding as the warmth spread deep in my belly.

He just stared at me, watching my face as I took his cock inside my womb once more. I was living on an island someplace, smiling and carefree. Jilly was okay, I thought, she could watch the Discovery channel. After Gary was done fucking me, we'd go to McDonald's and get a Happy Meal. After he was done cumming inside me, soaking my eggs in his sperm, we could meet Ronald McDonald and that would be nice. We could tell Daddy all about it. How mommy had gone upstairs with the nice man and let him fuck her unprotected pussy.

"Mmppphh..." I blinked as I felt Gary's tongue filling my mouth and I just kissed him back.

Yeah, baby, Mommy likes kissing her friends. Especially the ones who give her pretty pills and funny white lines to snort up her nose. Isn't that funny? And she likes fucking too. Mommy's a good fuck, Jilly. Tell your friends how good Mommy fucks and maybe, if you close your eyes and wish really hard, you'll have a little brother or sister just in time for Christmas. Oh! Won't Daddy be surprised?"

I was cumming. I didn't even know I'd gotten so aroused, but I was cumming as I realized Gary had climaxed inside me again. His jerking penis filled me with sperm while I suckled his tongue, working my lips along it like a wet pink cock. We were really getting good at fucking and I came every time. I giggled and nodded and Gary just laughed.

"Open your mouth ... Wider..." he said and I did it, not knowing what to expect.

He hawked a large, thick gob of saliva and let it fall into my mouth.

"Don't swallow it yet, Gina. Suck on it for awhile," he told me with a grin. "Let me see you play with it."

His cock was done cumming, but he kept it inside my horny hole for another five minutes while I worked that viscous lump of spit around with my tongue like half-melted candy. When he wanted to see it, I opened wide and he'd add more until I had a real mouthful. He let me swallow it while pulling his semi-hard cock out of my spermy cunt slowly. Carefully. He wiped himself clean with my panties and then pulled them into place, giving my vulva a gentle pat before letting me go back downstairs and drive my daughter to McDonald's.

"Uh ... What's going on?" my husband asked. The clock read 8:17pm and I was getting dressed, which made Jack naturally curious.

"Huh? Oh, just a night out with some of the girls," I explained with a smile. "I told you about it, right?"

"Ummmm ... No, I don't think so." Jack frowned slightly. "What girls?"

"You know, Stacy and some of the others." I shrugged. "Do you think this is too nice?"

"What?" He looked at me.

I'd put on a short red skirt, a vinyl miniskirt I probably hadn't worn in seven or eight years, not since I'd turned twenty-five at least. I'd almost forgotten I owned it. Above that, a white silk blouse and an obviously red lace bra beneath, one that went with the skirt. I had black silk stockings on, my good ones that came to mid-thigh, so that when I moved the skirt would shift and reveal some creamy skin above them. Leather shoes, black with three inch heels. He'd caught me carefully applying my makeup, just touching up really, and I looked good. Really good for being a thirty-three year old soccer mom.

"How do I look?" I asked again, watching Jack's reaction in the mirror.

"Jesus, Gina ... You're not going out like that," he said and it was plainly not a question.

"I am going out like this." I smiled patiently.

"No. You're not." My husband crossed his arms. "You've been acting strange for a month now; it's time you told me what's going on."

"Nothing's going on." I made a face. "I'm just going out with Stacy and I want to have a little fun, okay? Don't be like that."

"Be like what, Gina?" Jack snorted. "You look like ... I don't know what you look like, but that isn't what you wear for a little fun with the girls, okay?"

"Well, maybe I do," I told him with a careless shrug. "I want to look good."

"Are you seeing someone?" he asked me, just coming straight out with it.

"What?" I gave him a look of disbelief. "No. I'm not seeing someone. Okay?"

"Stay home tonight," Jack changed his tone, almost imploring me. "Just stay home, we'll relax, me and you. I'll even start a fire in the fireplace. How about that?"

"I promised Stacy I'd pick her up," I sighed. "Oh, come on. Tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow night we can start a fire." I giggled and tried to make it sound seductive. "Jack..."

"I don't like this," he decided. "I don't like it at all. Understand?"

He left then and he wasn't surrendering, he just needed a little time to prepare for a fight. Jack was like that and I knew in a day or maybe two, when the kids were asleep, or maybe over at Grandma's house for the night, he'd bring it up again. My husband would want some real answers then.

That was all in the future though and I had to live in the here and now. Gary had promised me some coke and all I had to do was show up and be friendly. After that I could deal with my husband and his paranoia. God! Why did he have to be like that anyway? He should have been happy that I was happy. He should have appreciated me more, instead of giving me the third degree like he had. It wasn't my fault I was still attractive or that I liked to dress sexy. Another man, a real man, would have been proud of the way I looked. Not suspicious.

"Hmmm ... You're early," Gary said, smiling when he opened the door for me. "Now that's nice. Look at you, Gina, all dressed up for a night on the town."

"That's what you want, right?" I blinked at him, feeling my stomach tightly knotted up.

I was frightened now, afraid of what was coming and it had hit me all of a sudden while I drove over. I'd almost turned around, but I hadn't. I'd have to face my husband again if I did that and I needed some reinforcements for that battle, a little boost. I needed that coke and some more pills, but mostly the coke. I could deal with him then. All I had to do was get through the night, that's all.

"Exactly what I want," he agreed. "Come on in, we'll go in about ten minutes."

"What? I thought we were staying here," I said. "Go where?"

"I don't do business here, Princess," he told me. "Not unless it's with someone like you."

"Someone like me?" I frowned, not knowing what that meant exactly.

"Someone I can trust." Gary smiled. "Like a nice sexy mommy from the suburbs. That's you, right?"

"Uh, yeah," I said slowly. "I guess so."

"Yeah, so we're going to hit the club, okay? Have a little fun, do some cha-cha-cha, and then who knows,?" He held out his hands. "Maybe we'll do something else."

"But these guys ... Who are they?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Gary started putting on a tie and he really wan't a bad looking man, for being a drug dealer. "Just some friends."

"Okay," I agreed, not with much of a choice. "Do you have any, um..."

"You'll get some later," Gary replied, watching me as I eyed his ceramic box. "I told you I'd treat you right, so just relax."

"Yeah, okay." I took a deep breath and giggled. "I'm nervous, that's all."

"Uh-huh," he nodded. "What did you tell your husband?"

"What? Oh, um ... I told him I was going out with some friends," I said. "Some girlfriends."

"Oh, sure." He smiled. "That's barely even a lie."

"Yeah." I looked down at myself and almost wishing I'd stayed home. I just wanted the night to be over with.

We took Gary's car, a Volvo of all things, and he was actually talkative. I mean, we had a real conversation of sorts. He just wanted to brag, I think, because I was a beautiful woman and all men are suckers for that, even the real controlling ones like Gary. He seemed happy to tell me how clever he was, setting up shop in the middle of the suburbs, not flashing any money, just paying his bills, looking ordinary. He banked a lot of money off shore, he said. A lot of it and he wanted to get out someday, in a few years when he could afford to live anywhere he wanted for the rest of his life.

He wasn't even a pusher, not like I knew from television with people coming and going all hours of the day. I'd wondered about that and Gary said he was just a middle man, handling cash and dope, passing it from one pair of hands to another and taking his cut in between. It was safer that way and he was being careful not to give me any specifics, just real general talk, but I got the idea.

"What's that coke like, anyway?" he asked at one point and I looked at him. "What's it feel like?"

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes. "Don't you know?"

"Me?" He laughed. "I've never touched the stuff. I tried a little pot in high school once. It put me to sleep."

"What?" I stared at him and I knew it was true. Gary didn't use his own product, he just fed it to people like me and I burned with humiliation then. I found a real sense of shame as I suddenly felt so much less than what I wanted to be, which was better than him.

Gary took me dancing, like he'd promised, and treated me like a real date. He'd slipped me a couple greens in the car, holding them out like candy and making me eat them off his palm. I'd done it too, not caring at all because I knew those two pills were going to have me smiling all night long and I needed that. Now, a half hour later we were in a club uptown, dancing like normal people. I laughed and smiled, holding the man tight and grinding my body against his.

The music was loud and heavy; the bass rolling through my blood like it would burst my heart. He had his hands on my ass, squeezing me and oblivious to anyone who might have noticed or cared. I could feel his cock hard beneath his suit, pressing against my tummy and my nipples itched as they rubbed against him through our clothes. I was stoned, having had a couple shots of tequila as soon as we'd sat down and those had hit me like twin hammers, mixing with the pills to send my mind into orbit. Everything was blurry and fun and I felt like I owned the world. I was conscious though, you know? I was in my head and knew what was going on. I wasn't drunk, just ... High.

"Come here..." We were sitting down again, in a booth just big enough for two, and Gary had pulled out his cock.

We were both hot and sweaty. I blinked at him and laughed, looking around at the hundreds of people in that crowded club. I was lost though and I didn't want sex at all, but if he did, so what? I leaned over, finding his cock with my open mouth and I began sucking him off in a dance club.

People could see us too. It wasn't like we were going to hide it. The table was thin and small, the lights weren't especially dim, just colored red and blue and yellow. I was aware of people watching us and that just made me giggle, everything seemed funny. I mouthed his prick for ten minutes probably and he didn't cum, he just pulled me off and said that was enough. I licked my lips and nodded, fixing my blouse and looking around and then down as I caught the gaze of some guys and their dates who were sitting nearby. They hadn't missed a thing and I did feel some embarrassment then, but not a lot, not like I should have.

"Hey, go powder your nose," Gary said a minute later and he was looking at someone, but I couldn't tell who.