Mama's box…until the dawn comes up…Yeah…oh, yeh…And you're gonna love it…Yeah, drink up, sweetie…watch the medal now.. see the pretty gold medal…I can't take it off, you know…it's welded on there permanently… you can't take your eyes off it, can you?…No, now look at me…watch me open and close my pussy…yeah…I'm gonna kiss you on the mouth with that…I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth with my button, cookie…look at it now…it's sticking its little red head out now…oh, isn't that delicious…wouldn't you give anything to suck that…well, you will…and I'm getting hot for you to do it…oh, look how long he is…oh, he's mama's boy…he's the longest little clit in the world, and he's hot as a pistol…come on, now, sugar baby, why don't you go down there and eat him…give him a lick…you never had anything tike it…I can balance a drink on your head and fuck you in the mouth and not spill a drop even when I come…yeah, baby, down on your knees…down on your knees…tike my little buck-naked slave…that's what you are…like I'm Artie's slave…down on your knees before me…now cross your hands behind your back…and stretch your neck out toward me…now hold your mouth tike yon were kissing somebody…and I'm gonna…put my button right there…and I'm gonna shake it…and I'm gonna fuck it.. and I'm gonna grind that coffee…and you're gonna get me off, baby…yeah, kiss-kiss…Yeah, hold your lips out…now don't you use your tongue…until I tell you to…yeah, now…there…there…in…and…out…and in…and out.. and in…and out…and you can open up a little now…and now stick out your tongue…and gimme a lick…when I bring the button by…oh, yeah…Ohhhh, yeahhhhhhhh…"
Time passed. Nan was out of it most of the time, doing as she was told obediently, like a slave, bending to kiss the strange woman's crotch when told, sucking her out, eating her juices, even, on command, coming around the wonderful rump to stick her tongue deep into the girl's anus. Scouring the girl's naked body from neck to toes with her tongue as she shouted ever more harsh, more rude commands to her. All of it with her hands crossed at the wrists behind her back, as a slave's hands might be. She loved it; she deserved it; she had been bad, and had to be punished and humiliated for having betrayed her friend. It was so fitting. It was so good…and the wonderful stuff Zora had given her to drink was so warming…so comforting…
Chapter 10
She awoke on the floor of Mary Alice's bedroom, naked and covered with filth. She was freezing; it was late morning, but the sun apparently still hadn't broken through the chilly fog that sometimes seeped over the hill. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, feeling no pain, particularly-whatever that stuff she'd drunk had been, last night, it didn't leave you with a hangover-but stiff in the joints.
God, what a night it had been! She could only remember little snatches of it, now and then. Thinking of them, she shivered, and, for want of other clothing, pulled the coverlet off Mary Alice's bed. When she did, a small white box and a piece of paper fell to the floor. She picked them up. The paper read:
Hey, kid, you were kind of down last night Ii yon get to feeling that way again take a couple of these, I'll be by tonight to see how you're doing. Ol' Doctor Zora.
The pills, when she opened the little box, were multi-colored Spansule-type capsules full of little red and white particles. She put the box down on the floor and thought about the evening.
She couldn't quite put it together. There had been the business with the wild dance, at the beginning. She remembered that Then they'd got to playing games, as Zora had called them-sexy games. She…
She looked at her wrists. They were red and raw. She had been bound! It hadn't just been the game!
"God," she said. Her head was reeling from the memory. She got up suddenly, and, still wearing the coverlet went to the kitchen to put some coffee water on. Then she headed for the bathroom to look at herself in the big, full-length mirror and survey the damage, if any.
But the mirror only confirmed that she was dirty-what could she have been rolling around in, for heavens' sake, to get so all-over filthy?-and that she needed a bath as badly as she needed a cup of coffee. She looked at the red marks on her wrists: perhaps a little body make-up would conceal that. She certainly hadn't brought anything to wear that had sleeves long enough to cover her up.
"God," she said. "God, God, God." She ran her fingers through the close-cropped hair; turned on the tap to splash water on her face. There were dark circles under her eyes. She looked terrible. She'd have to do something about that
In the kitchen she fixed coffee, but brought the cup into the bathroom to set it on the sink. Then, running the hot water, she stepped inside to give herself a good hot scrub down. Toweling off and looking at herself in the mirror afterward, she noticed the drawn quality of her face again. Quickly she pulled the towel away, studied her bare body. She could see every rib clearly. There was a…scrawny…look to her shoulders and collarbone. There was no other word for it
She stepped on the scale. God, she'd lost seven pounds! In a couple of days! And she'd been trained down pretty fine before-as thin as you could afford to be and not look up, the way a fashion model does. She didn't look at all well. Why hadn't she noticed this before?
She dressed now-tight dress and sandals-and went down to the office. Louise looked up as she entered. Her smile was troubled.
"Oh, Annie." She opened a drawer on Her desk, pulled out a notebook. "There was a man called a few minutes ago, from the hospital." She pawed through the little book, looking. "Let's see…"
"Hospital?" Nan said, remembering with a sudden sinking feeling in her chest "Did…did he say…I mean anything about Mary Alice?"
"No-o," Louise said, thumbing to the back of the book. "No, it wasn't that kind of call. It was something about the insurance. Are you handling that now? Because if you are, I'll stop worrying. About that anyhow."
"Yes…yes. I understand. I'll take care of it And Louise. What about the bills? The tax, all that? Did you find out whether Mary Alice had paid it up before…before she had the accident?"
"Paid it up? How could she? She was broke. The place is on the rocks, Annie. We'll be lucky to make it to the end of the term before they close us down. I've been sweating it out day by day already. It's so depressing."
"Oh. Oh, my. She didn't tell me." Nan sat down now, her brow knit with thought. "Are we that close to deadline on the tax thing, then?"
"Worse. We're at the end of an extension she'd wangled out of them down at the Board of Equalization. The mortgage payment's overdue also. And…and there's a lot more, really. I'd have to go through her desk to make sure."
"Yes, could you do that? I mean for me? Please? Could you come up with some figures today, maybe tomorrow, on just how much she…on how much we owe everybody? To bring absolutely everything up to date? And maybe even…if you find the time…what you'd need in the bank to get us through the term safely?"
"Why, sure, Annie, but…Oh, here's the name and number. You want to call this man here. Anyhow…gee, could I ask why? What do you think we can do?"
"Oh, I can get us out of trouble, I think. On this, anyhow. It's a matter of, well, I have a checkbook on me, but it's sort of little mad-money account. I couldn't even have paid for the airline ticket out of this. I…I only expected to be here a couple of days. Now it seems I'd better stick around a while. I mean, at the very least until…well you know." A sudden rush of tears to her eyes necessitated quick repairs with a Kleenex. "Oh, Jesus, Louise. I hope she comes out of this okay."
"Yeah, me too. But hon…I mean, you can get the money somehow? like borrow it? I don't think she'd want you to do that"
"No, I want to. It's…it's a matter of transferring some funds here…I mean out of another account Maybe cashing some bonds or something." She didn't really know the mechanics of it all; Mills had handled most of it the banks the rest