"You about tore me up inside, Alfred. If you did it all the way I wouldn't be able to walk."
"You can earn two hundred dollars the day you take the other half." He patted his groin. "I never have been able to get it all the way in anybody."
I didn't doubt that, and the money sounded just fine, so I told Alfred I'd give him a call. Most of my friends, the ones who worked at the pop shop or the record bar, only earned a few dollars a week. While I could earn ten times that much in an hour, doing something I really loved.
Wow! I was gonna have a nice life for sure!
Still I was young, my parents were still the boss, so it wasn't easy for me to play around all the time. Babysitting was still the only real chance I had to find some strange peckers. But who would have thought a husband like Theodore Salisbury wanted to fuck a girl in the ass!
CHAPTER FOUR
Theodore was a grease monkey. He owned one of the small garages downtown and everybody said he charged too much for his mechanic work, and I didn't like him because he was always dirty. His hands looked like he never used soap, his fingernails were broken off and he always had oil on his clothing. He was about thirty years old with a nice build, very manly, and at the one time he had been a track star at our school. Sure he was good-looking, but he was so greasy all the time I never would have picked Theodore as a sex partner.
I didn't have much choice.
"C'mon down to the garage, Angie," he told me when he called me at home. "Colin Brown says you're a real hot number."
Damn that Colin Brown! I always heard a man likes to brag about his conquests, yet I figured a husband would stay silent to protect himself. Not Colin. He had to go and tell Theodore while he was getting his car fixed. Showing what a lover he was, to screw a teenager. Maybe I should have told on him too, and I guess I did because I had already told Paula and brought her to him to be deflowered. Sex gets to be a vicious cycle and perhaps that's why so many married people end up fucking the neighborhood. One of them does it, the other one gets mad and she does it too, and they find out it's fun, and pretty soon another key club is started.
Still I had a weapon. I was a teenager. And nobody was gonna force me into anything I didn't want.
"It'll cost you twenty dollars," I told Theodore when I got to his station.
"You're out of your mind, Angie! I can go to the whorehouse for ten-and-two!"
"So go ahead and do it. You'll have to pay me twenty dollars."
Theodore stared at my fresh young body, the single commodity that gave me a bargaining position, and he agreed to the tab.
"Yeah, okay, kid." He wiped his hands on a greasy rag. "Only you'll have to take part of it out in trade. I just bought some tires for stock and I'm short on cash."
"You want I should fill my shoes with gasoline?" He made me mad. "Cash or nothing, Theodore."
Looking at this grease monkey I wished I had quoted him a hundred bucks. I could have gone down to the bank and made that much from Alfred DeMarco, and now that I was on the take it was dumb not to fill my dowry. Already I had put money in a savings account since I would never be able to explain all that cash to my parents, and it felt good to know there was cash available whenever I wanted it. Besides, I already had my plans made for the future. My own House of Pleasure. That would take a lot of money, and a lot of sexual experience.
"You're a real little hustler, ain't you, Angie?" Theodore wasn't really displeased. "Well, what the hell! I guess you're worth that and then some.
Anyway, if I pay you it gets me off the hook. You squeal on me and I'll tell them you was selling it."
There it was again. The single worm m a young girl's hopes. Youth. The very thing that made her alluring, was the same thing that drove men away when they got the hots.
"I ain't gonna lay in all that oil," I told Theodore.
"Naw, we don't have to," he said. "We can go in the back room. But you gotta wait till I close up. I don't wanta lose any customers."
For the first time I noticed that Theodore was really handsome, the athletic type, and he had a nice smile. Under different circumstances he could have screwed me any time he wanted. It made me wonder why men pay for sex when so many girls are willing to do it for fun, but I soon learned there is no end to the ways a male gets his fucking. That's why whorehouses are full, even when a man has a beautiful eager wife at home. Variety. That was the key.
The station didn't close until ten o'clock so I went over to a little cafe and had a hot beef sandwich until it was time. The food was good, especially since I kept thinking about the fuck. When a girl knows her day is going to be fulfilled with sex, when she realizes that soon her little twat is going to be massaged, then anything else is a little consequence. A female is, after all, a sex machine. The rest is only noise.
"Take off your clothes, Angie," Theodore told me when we were in the little back room. "Lemme see how good you look."
His manner was official, like he was examining another auto. He had washed the best he could but there was still grease and oil on his face and hands, so I was glad to take off my own clothes. No use ruining a nice outfit.
"Hey, you really look good!" he exclaimed when I stood nude before him.
"What the hell did you expect, Teathers or something!" I was getting angry.
Sure he was paying me, but he didn't have the right to treat me like merchandise. Yet I suppose I was really mad since he didn't get me horny. This cold introduction to a strange body left me totally unresponsive until it spoiled my hopes for a nice little screw.
"No wonder Colin was excited!" Theodore whistled as he looked at my bare breasts, my young pussy. "Man, you really are something, Angie!"
It was nice to be complimented but he didn't fool me at all. Every young girl has beauty in the eyes of an older man. Sure I was pretty, but so were the rest of the girls my age. So his words didn't, get me excited. It was what he did then that got me all bent out of shape. Theodore tore off his clothes with such fury you would think he only had two seconds to make the team.
And I liked what I saw.
There was a real contrast between his oily face and the white beauty of his male body. Muscles rippled, the hard chest heaved with expectation, while his pecker was already hard for the task. He had a nice pecker, about seven inches, circumcised, with bulgy veins sticking out all over the sides. For some reason he didn't have much pubic hair so I could see the little chicken-bumps of his testicle pouch, and the way his two balls sort of hung one above the other. It was a quick inspection yet it left me with new knowledge of the male anatomy. A sweet knowledge that I filed away for future profit.
"Lay on the couch there." Theodore waved at the old army cot. "Man, I'm gonna fuck you till daylight!"
He wasn't much of a lover but he had a strange pecker that I wanted badly. So I lay down and let Theodore climb on top of me. He straight away shoved his cock into my cunt, without preliminaries, and started to hump.
"Oh, that hurts!" I protested, not yet ready for such brutality.
"You'll loosen up in a minute," he groaned between strokes. "Soon as it gets to feeling good. This is the way I like my fuckin', Angie. Get 'em quick before they get a chance to get too wet. Makes it tighter. Mmmmmm-mmm that feels good!"
Maybe it did for him but I was disappointed. A man should suck on a girl's titties, and finger her a little before he goes to humping. After all, a girl has her place in the game too.
"Damn but you're tight!" Theodore groaned as he strained to get in another inch. "Loosen up a little, Angie!"
I tried, because I wanted a good screw too, yet he had gotten me cold. And it was hurting as bad as a toothache.