“What about the fuckin plug?” Silk wanted to know.
“Yes, honey. I was so scared I’d almost forgotten it. I invited them to come up here tonight, just like you said. Rafti wanted to know why you were inviting them. That’s when I leaned over the counter and lifted my skirt. I told them that you wanted me to show them the plug. Arisha burst out laughing. Rafti asked why I had it in...in...there. I told him that it stretches me and that cuts down on the pain. He wanted to know what pain. I said that sometimes it hurts at first when you...when you...Arisha laughed again and told him that you fuck my ass. Then she asked me, ‘how do you like that dirty old bastard’s prick up your ass?’I said that I like it and told them that if they come up tonight they can watch when you take me...when you fuck my ass.”
Silk handed her his drink. She took a sip. “Thank you honey,” she said.
“Then what happened?”
“Rafti said that they will come up when they close the deli tonight. Arisha grabbed my arms and turned me toward her. She called me a slut and a whore. She asked me if I knew what a rotten slut I was. I told her that I knew. Then she said that she was better than me, much better. She said I wasn’t good enough to kiss...to kiss her asshole. She asked me if I agreed, if I thought she was right. I told her that she was right. Dooley opened the door for me and I left.”
“You done good,” Silk said. “You done just what I told you.” She blushed at his praise and spread her legs a little wider. He crossed to her and put his right hand on her bare pussy. She gasped and thrust herself up against his hand. “Just like I thought,” Silk turned to me, grinning. “She’s dripping wet. You probably noticed when she has to talk like that, you know, talk about the dirty stuff, it turns her on.” He spread the pink lips of her labia. “Ain’t that the juiciest bald cunt you ever seen, Billy?”
“Yes,” I said, “it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.”
“Right you are, Billy boy,” Silk chuckled. “You got a very pretty wife here, and she’s got a hot cunt and a tight little asshole. And she got a soft, sweet mouth and they all belong to me. Ain’t that right, Mrs. Lindal? You are Billy boy’s wife but he can’t have none of your goodies cause they all belong to me?”
“Yes, honey,” she said, looking directly at him. “I’m your woman. I belong to you.”
“And what I said to Billy about you telling us that story wasn’t no lie was it? Going down to the deli like you did and then telling us about it made you hot...made you real fuckin wet and hot, didn’t it?”
“Yes, telling it made me hot.”
“Now, tell you husband that you’re Silk’s little whore and tell him what you want from Silk and why you want it all the fuckin time.”
Silk stepped out of her line of vision so that she had to look at me. She glanced at Silk who nodded. Once more her cheeks turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to avoid looking directly at me. “Billy, I know you came here hoping that I...that I might come home with you...that things might have changed with me. They haven’t. I’m so ashamed of myself, and terribly sorry for...for us. I’m also afraid...afraid of what he...he...” she looked down at the floor, then turned back to me, “afraid of what he will make me do and afraid that I might not be able to do it.”
“Enough of that shit!” Silk yelled.
Lisa flinched at the sound of his voice. “I...I’m sorry, honey,” she glanced over at him. She had held her awkward position on the stool so long she’d begun to tremble. “Billy, I am what you see. I’ve become his little whore. I want to obey him, to please him so that he will...will fuck me...fuck my...my cunt and fuck my ass. I want him, Billy. I’m hot and wet for him all the time. I…I can’t seem to get enough.”
She turned back toward Silk who nodded.
Chapter Three
Rafti and Arisha
The red neon light from the deli sign went out. Lisa closed her eyes and bit her lip. She began to draw her knees together. “Our guests will be coming,” Silk said, “so get your ass in the kitchen and fix us some drinks. You can take them nipple clips off. Quickly, Lisa slid off her stool. She crossed the room and disappeared into the hall.
“Please, Silk,” I began, “don’t put her through any more tonight. She’s so...”
“Shut up, Billy,” he cut me off. “We’re making a movie here, a porno movie that’s going to sell for big bucks, real big bucks.” He stepped close. His wizened little face peered down at me, his eyes hard and bright. An uneven ring of gray hair circled his bald head. He hadn’t shaved or washed in days. His crooked teeth were broken and yellow stained. Each time before he spoke, he licked his cracked lips so that they were wet with saliva. The idea that Lisa was giving herself to this scrawny little piece of filth made me want to strangle him and take her out of there...hold her tight...bring her to her senses.
But, like before, I did nothing. I had done nothing since the horrible nightmare began. I was worse than Frank, worse than Silk. I gripped the edges of the chair as I listened to this perverted old lecher tell me once more that my wife belonged to him and that she had chosen to belong to him. And hearing him say it and thinking it might be true, caused my cock to throb and ache inside my pants.
Silk leaned closer and I could smell his foul whiskey breath and I thought of Lisa kissing him. I remembered seeing her parted lips pressed against his. I felt my cock becoming even more painfully hard. He began speaking again, spraying me with spittle, “Oh, our little X rated movie star is going to do good tonight, Billy. You saw how scared she got when I threatened to give her to the fuckin ragheads. She’s afraid. She’ll do what I tell her to do. And I think maybe you being here will bring out her best performance yet.” He laughed and stood up. “These movies not only make us a pile of money, Frank says they are advertisements for Lisa.” He paused, grinning, knowing he was getting to me. “Your wife is now like a product...she’s like a very, very expensive piece of merchandise. She’s going to make us some money, Billy, some real money.”
I began to protest again, but we heard steps on the stairs, and Silk hurried to open the door. He returned with Rafti and Arisha. The woman was even fatter and dirtier and more ugly than I’d imagined. Rafti was speaking, “We were going to bring Dooley, but we thought maybe...”
Silk interrupted, “You thought that maybe without him you’d have a better chance of getting a little for yourself.”
“Well...yes, that’s correct,” Rafti admitted.
“She’s a whore,” Arisha looked to Silk for confirmation.
“Yeah, she’s a whore, but new at the trade,” Silk said. “You also gotta remember, she’s my whore, just mine...and she’s clean. Me and Frank don’t let her do no one who ain’t clean.” I thought of the retarded humpback who had fucked Lisa twice this evening.
The two foreigners were in the room now. As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they noticed me. I still sat in the chair facing Lisa’s stool. “This here’s Billy,” Silk said. “He’s Lisa husband.” The news didn’t seem to surprise them. They looked in my direction and nodded. It occurred to me that Dooley had probably told them who I was. “Sit...sit,” Silk said, as he directed them to the couch. “Lisa!” he shouted, “where’s the Goddamn drinks?”
We heard Lisa’s heels in the hallway. Then, she appeared at the entrance with a tray and glasses. She still wore the red blouse and skirt. Her bare nipples were visible where Silk had cut holes in her blouse. Silk sat down on the couch next to Arisha. Lisa’s hands trembled as she carried the tray. When she passed me, I could see the fear and loathing in her eyes. She stood before Silk, holding out the tray. “Spread,” he commanded. Obediently she slid one foot away from the other, struggling to keep her balance on the spike heels. Silk reached between her legs and under her skirt. She flinched when his finger entered her, but stood submissively as he worked it in and out. He grinned and winked at Arisha. “See how she listens,” he said. “I got her trained good.”
“The little slut likes it,” Arisha said, scowling.
“Is our guest right? Do you like it when I finger fuck your juicy cunt?”
“Yes, honey,” Lisa said. Silk looked up at her, waiting. “I mean, yes honey, I like it when you...when you finger fuck my...my juicy cunt.” Silk removed his hand and patted her ass.
“And your hot little cunt belongs to me, and you belong to me, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, ain’t that right Mrs. Lindal?” He stroked her inner thigh.
Lisa nodded, “Yes, honey. My...my...hot little cunt belongs to you. I belong to you. You can do whatever you want to me.”
He took his hand from between her legs. “Serve our guests,” he said.
Holding out the tray, Lisa bowed slightly before Arisha. The sullen woman didn’t reach for a glass. Instead, she squeezed both of Lisa’s nipples. Lisa cried out and almost dropped the tray. Her legs were trembling. Arisha poked Silk, “Maybe your whore would like her nipples pierced with a red hot needle? Maybe she would like holes in them so she could wear nipple rings? You could have your name engraved on the inside so she would not forget whose whore she is. I’d do it for free and make it so the rings would never come out.”
“No,” Lisa whispered, “please, no!” She turned to Silk, “Please, honey, don’t...”
Silk cut her off, “Well, not tonight anyway,” he laughed.
Arisha took a glass from the tray and drank quickly. She was breathing hard, and her face was red with anger. She seemed consumed with hatred for Lisa.
Rafti crooked his finger, and Lisa moved down to stand before him. He glanced over at Silk who winked. “Spread,” Rafti ordered. Again Lisa slid one foot to the side so that she was open to him. He leaned forward and slowly ran his hand along the back of her calf and thigh until it disappeared under her skirt. He began to masturbate her. She closed her eyes and whimpered.
“Not too much,” Silk cautioned, “she comes easy.” Suddenly Rafti shoved hard almost lifting Lisa off her feet. She cried out. Arisha quickly reached up to steady the tray.
Rafti smiled, “Tight and wet,” he said, “very tight and very wet.” He looked at Silk. “Can I have her?”
“How much do we owe you?”
“About thirty-five dollars.”
Silk looked at Lisa, “You’re worth more than that, ain’t you Lisa?” Lisa, holding back the tears didn’t answer. “I’ll ask one more time,” Silk said evenly. “How much, Mrs. Lindal, are you gonna charge Rafti if I let him fuck you?” His frequent use of her married name never failed to make her to blush. I felt my own face grow hot with shame. “How much do you think that hot cunt of yours is worth?” he repeated.
“I...I...don’t...don’t know,” Lisa stammered.
“But just look at you,” Silk laughed. “You dress like a whore. You act like a whore. Don’t you think a smart little whore like you should know how much she can get for a quick fuck? What you gonna charge our friend Rafti?”
Lisa was shaking, her face beet red, “I don’t...really I don’t...” she couldn’t finish. Rafti withdrew his hand and held it up to her. Two of his dirty fingers glistened. “I think she wants fucked,” he said. “How much you asking?”
“A...a...a hundred,” Lisa said.
Silk clapped Rafti on the shoulder, “Shit, man, I know guys who would pay ten, maybe twenty times that much to fuck her.” He looked up at Lisa, “But if little Lisa wants to fuck you so bad that she’ll give it to you for a hundred, then a hundred it is.”
“No,” Lisa began to object, “I didn’t mean...”
Silk stopped her. “You said a hundred. I said, Okay. It’s a done deal.” Lisa bowed her head. “In fact” Silk continued, obviously enjoying himself, “I think we should give our guest a choice. What would you like, Rafti? A slow fuck or a nice long blow-job and she takes your cum?”
Rafti stared at Lisa until she looked away. “She’s got a pretty American mouth, nice soft lips. I’d like to watch her sucking my prick. You say she will swallow my jism?”
“She does what I tell her and I’m telling her to suck you off and take your load in her mouth and swallow it.” He glanced at Lisa. “Right, bitch?”
For a moment it seemed as if Lisa would object. She glanced at Silk, then lowered her eyes, “Yes, honey. I’ll do what you say.”
“Good,” Silk smiled, “that will wipe out what we owe Rafti and give us sixty-five credit.”
Rafti took a glass from Lisa’s tray. “Sixty-five credit,” he said.
Silk waved a hand at Lisa, “We got our drinks. Get back up there on your stool and show us how hot you are.” Lisa put her tray on an end table and once more sat on the stool, her hands behind her neck, her knees spread wide. The light above her had come on so we could see clearly that she was wet.
“You gonna suck my husband’s prick right here in front of me?” Arisha said.
Lisa looked at Silk for an answer. He stared back at her. “Yes,” Lisa said, lowering her eyes.
Arisha pointed a stubby finger at Silk. “If I gotta put up with that kind of shit, then there ought to be something in it for me.”
Silk pretended to think for a moment. He grinned at Arisha, “You’re right. Since my little whore is so anxious to do your husband, she ought to owe you something. She should know that you got feelings too.” Squeezing her eyes shut, Lisa shook her head. Silk spoke harshly, “For a hundred bucks you going to suck this man’s cock right here before the eyes of his wife who loves him. Right or wrong? Yes or no?”
“Yes,” Lisa answered in a small voice.
“Well, then, since you belong to me, and since I’m trying to teach you to be honest and fair, ain’t this poor woman entitled?” Lisa opened her eyes but looked down at the floor. “Arch your back. Push your tits out, and look at me,” Silk ordered. Lisa sat up straight and lifted her head. “That’s better,” Silk said. He turned to Arisha, “Now, missus, what kind of payment you got in mind?”
“I ain’t hard to get along with,” Arisha said. “I’ll give your whore three choices. After she’s finished having her fun with my husband, she can lick my cunt till I cum.”
Lisa turned her head and stared toward the hall. I knew she was thinking of getting off the stool and walking out. I prayed she’d find the strength to do it. Silk also must have been aware of what she might be considering. “Lisa!” he said, sharply, “whose woman are you?”