I could see that under her dress he was pinching her nipple. I knew how sensitive she was there, how quickly her nipples stiffened. Now, here in this public place, Frank had discovered it too.
“I got a name, baby,” Frank said.
“Yes, Mr. Racene.”
“It’s Frank,” he corrected. “Next time I ask you something I want you to think of a nice word to go along with my name, you know, something affectionate. His other hand disappeared under the table. She flinched as he touched her leg. “Open,” Frank said.
Lisa looked at him, “I...I...I don’t...”
“Spread,” Frank demanded. She gasped as his hand moved up between her bare legs. “Billy,” he was grinning broadly, “tomorrow I want you to take her to one of those waxing places, you know, get her waxed, and whatever they leave, I want you to shave off. Right? Nice and smooth.” With his other hand, he squeezed her nipple again. I could see the color rising to her cheeks and her breathing came faster. I knew that under the table he was masturbating her. “You want to do that for Frankie, baby?” he asked. She nodded. “C’mon, damnit, remember what I told you, and act like you mean it!” He pulled her to him roughly, his right hand still between her legs.
She looked up at him fearfully. “Yes, Mr...I mean, yes Frank, I’d like that,” she said. Her face was scarlet with shame.
“Tell me and Billy exactly what you’d like and think of something nice to go along with my name.”
“Yes, Frank...uh...Frank honey, I...I’d like to be the way you want me.”
“How’s that?”
“Shaved.”
“Where?”
“Down there,” she said in a small tight voice, “down there between my legs.”
“Good, now tell Billy boy, again, how you feel. You know, how I’m making you feel.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then she looked across at me. “I’m excited,” she said. “What he’s doing...I mean what Frank is doing makes me excited.”
“What happens down there when Frankie does what he’s doing?”
“It gets...it gets...wet.”
“You want me to show Billy how wet you are?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.” He shook his head. “I...I mean yes, Frank honey, show him.”
Frank put his hand on the table. His index finger and his middle finger glistened with her wetness. Frank laughed so loud people at the bar turned again to look. He then held his glass to her lips. She drank.
“Good, “ Frank said. “Let’s keep it going.” He put his glass on the table, but kept his hand around it. He looked at Lisa and then down at his hand on the glass. “Remember what I told you about saying and doing what you think I want you to say and do,” he said. “Now, baby, what do you want from old Frankie?” Lisa waited, then took his hand from the glass and placed it under the table between her spread legs.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby, you got the idea. You want more?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Again,” Frank said.
“Yes, please, honey.” She bit her lip and turned her head away.
“Look at me,” Frank said. She turned back. “You know I fixed it so your kid could get jail time, don’t you?”
Lisa clenched her fists and I saw a flash of anger in her eyes. For a moment I thought she might strike him. “Yes...yes...I know.” She turned away again and lowered her eyes.
He pulled her around so that she was half facing him. He smiled down at her and licked his lips. His hand under her dress moved to her other breast. “You got such a sweet mouth,” Frank said. “Even knowing what I done to your kid, you’re gonna give old Frankie what he wants, ain’t you?”
She thought for a moment, “Yes,” she said, then lifted her face toward his. She kept her lips pressed tightly together. There was a quick movement under her dress as he twisted her nipple. She parted her lips. The kiss lasted a long time. Her eyes were closed. I could see her hips moving against the pressure of his hand. When he released her, she half fell back against the seat. “Jesus,” he said. “I think it’s time.” He withdrew his hand from under her dress and waited for her to respond.
“Time?” She seemed confused.
“Yeah, time for me and you to go. What do you think?”
“Go?”
“Yeah, damnit, go!” He was quick to anger.
“Yes,” she hesitated. “I mean, yes honey, we should go.” She put her hands in her lap again and stared at them.
Frank looked at her and his face hardened. “I think you need a little lesson, because you still don’t seem enthused. Know what I mean?”
Lisa tried, but failed to smile. “I’m sorry...it’s just that I...I...” She looked down at her hands again.
“Your pussy wet?”
“Yes.” She lifted her head. “Yes, honey, it’s wet.”
“Who made you wet?”
“You did.” He waited. “I...I...mean you did, honey.”
“We’re going to my apartment and when we get there what do you want me to do to you?’ Lisa started to turn away from him, but he quickly pulled her close. “Look at me,” he demanded.
“I...I...I want you to...to...” she stammered.
“Say it.”
“To do it to me.”
“No.” Frank tilted her head up so that it was inches from his own. “Say the word, the ‘F’ word and say it nice cause during the next four weeks you’re going to say it a lot.”
Lisa had never in her life uttered even the mildest of profanities. To use such language was, for her, a sacrilege. On the streets or in the movies she would blush when obscenities were spoken. She sat there silent.
“You got a kid, remember. And he’s in deep shit. And I went to a lot of trouble to put him there. So, goddamn you, say it! Tell me what you want.”
“I want...I want you to...to...to...to fuck me.”
“Not good enough,” Frank said harshly. “You can do better.”
“Frank, honey, I...I… want you to...to fuck me,” she said in a small voice. He waited. “Please,” she added.
“Yeah,” he leaned back grinning. She trembled as he trailed the thick fingers of his right hand up and down her bare arm. “You know, little Lisa, there’s an upside to this whole thing, I mean there’s something good gonna come out of me putting your kid in harm’s way. Guess what it is.”
“I...I...don’t know,” she said. “There couldn’t be anything good, not for me, not for Richie, not for Billy.”
“Later tonight old Frank is gonna shove his big fat prick up inside your hot cunt, and you’re gonna like that. Believe me, babe, you’re gonna like it a lot. That’s what’s good.” He clamped his hand over hers and tightened it, causing her to wince. “So thank your new man for what he did. Tell him you want his prick. Tell him you want it inside you and you want it bad.”
Lisa shook her head, “No,” she whispered, “no...I can’t.”
Frank nodded and began to stand up. “Then this fuckin party’s over, and your kid’s party is soon going to start.”
Quickly, she reached out and grabbed his arm. “Please,” she said, “I...I’m sorry.” He sat down and turned to face her. She put her hand on his, “Thank you, honey, for what you did. If you hadn’t done that to...to Richie...then...then we wouldn’t be here like this.” He made as if he intended to get up again. She held his arm with both hands this time, “I...I...want it. I mean, I want your...your,” she hesitated, unable to say the word.
Frank glared at her, “You ain’t in fuckin Sunday school. When you’re with me, you’re my woman. You damn well better say what I want to hear and do what I want you to do.”
Lisa glanced across at me. There were tears in her eyes. She looked down at her hands, which were now folded on the tabletop. “I...I...want your...your...prick.” she said softly, the color rising to her cheeks. “I want it bad.”
Several people at the bar had turned to watch. Deliberately Frank moved his hand to her waist then up along her dress until he cupped her breast, his thumb and index finger squeezing her nipple. She tilted her face up and closed her eyes. Her lips parted. I looked on, as my wife kissed the fat, ugly bastard.
Chapter Three
Ryan’s
Frank started to rise, then smiled and sat down again. “Before your pretty wife gets what she’s so hot for, I think the three of us ought to have a drink in a place where there’s some action. Right, Billy?” He leaned across the table grinning at me.
I began to object, “No, Frank, I think we...”
He interrupted, “I want to give the guys down at Ryan’s a look at my new little piece, you know.” He laughed and pulled Lisa close to him. The familiar way he touched her as if she actually belonged to him was driving me crazy. “Going to show the boys that old Frank is doing Okay, ain’t we babe?”
“I...I...I’d rather,” Lisa began.
“Nobody gives a shit what you’d rather,” he said evenly.“Right, Billy?” I didn’t answer.“We had a good thing started. Let’s not lose it. Look at me, damnit!”Lisa turned toward him. She was terribly frightened. Once more I wanted to smash his fat face with a bottle or a chair. His big hand tightened on her shoulder. “Now, little Lisa, get this through your empty head. At Ryan’s you’re my woman.” He waited.
“Yes,” she agreed. I could see that she was holding back the tears.
“And you’re going to let the guys see that?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to do exactly what I tell you and act like you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to answer me with something better than a damn retarded ‘yes’?”
“Yes, Frank, honey. I’m sorry.” She turned her head away and bit her lip.
“And you’re going to do and say things to show the guys that you’re hot for me and you want it real bad? Cause if you don’t goddamn it, you will be serving forty days instead of thirty!”
Lisa looked up at him and took a deep breath. “Yes, I’ll try...I mean yes, honey, I’ll try to...to...do what you want.”
“Now,” he licked his lips, “I want you to put your hand under the table and feel what old Frank got for you down there between his legs.” The color in her cheeks deepened as she did what he ordered. “Don’t just touch it, baby, squeeze it a little.” Frank grinned at me. “Yeah, that’s right. Your pretty little wife’s got her hand on my prick, Billy, and you’re sittin’ there watchin’. I bet your own prick is stiff as a poker,” he laughed. “Look at your husband, Lisa, and tell him what my prick feels like.”
Lisa lifted her head but could not look at me. Her tear filled eyes focused on a place above me.“It’s...it’s...”
“Say the fucking word,” Frank growled.
“His...his...prick is…it’s...it’s big and it’s hard.”
Frank continued to grin at me but he spoke to Lisa, “And you want my big, hard prick don’t you, Mrs. Lindal? You want Frank’s big, hard prick deep inside your hot cunt? Say it. Keep squeezin’ me and look at Billy while you say the words. And Goddamn it, this time look right at him.”
The tears ran down Lisa’s burning cheeks. Frank watched her carefully. She swallowed and looked directly into my eyes, “I...I...want Frank’s big...big, hard...prick. I want it.” She glanced at Frank who nodded for her to finish. “I want it deep inside my...my...hot...cunt.”
Frank reached under the table and lifted her hand back onto the tabletop. “You liked that, didn’t you, babe. You like what your new man’s got for you?”
“Yes, I like it,” she said. Frank waited. “I mean, yes, honey, I like what my...my new man has for me.”
“Okay. We’ll finish this drink here while Billy goes to Ryan’s.” He glanced over at me. “You know where it is, 7th and Railroad?” I nodded my head and, rising, reached out to touch Lisa’s hand. Frank grabbed my wrist. “She ain’t your woman tonight,” he whispered tightening his grip. “Tell him Lisa.” Frank stared at me. Lisa looked down at the table.
“I’m Frank’s,” she said in a small flat voice. “I belong to Frank.”
“And you better not forget that. For the next thirty days you better damn well remember it every fucking minute.” He paused. “Billy, you’re just there to watch. You go on over to Ryan’s and sit at the far end of the bar. You don’t open your mouth except to drink your beer. I’m going to put this wife of yours through a little test and if she fails...well, you both know the rules. Got it?”
“I understand,” I said. He looked at Lisa.
“Yes, honey.”
Frank gestured toward the door. I went out into the bitter cold. A strong wind was blowing the snow around in circles. I thought about Lisa’s bare legs and her bare body under the thin dress.
Ryan’s is a hangout for young jocks and the old macho types, mostly guys who wear caps and drive pickup trucks. I never go there. The place is usually filled with loud, crude drunks. Tonight was no exception. They were yelling at the huge television screen which Ryan, the bartender, kept switching from boxing to basketball to wrestling.
Following Frank’s directions, I sat at the end of the long bar. I ordered a beer. Two fat heavily made-up women wearing boots and short, tight skirts sat at a table in the corner. They were in their late forties and obviously on the make. The men ignored them. There were no other women in the place.
After five minutes, the door banged open and Frank, holding Lisa close against him, shouted a greeting to Ryan and several of the men. Lisa quickly spotted me and just as quickly looked away. She seemed like a frightened deer, so frail and small. I thought she was about to bolt back out into the street. Her lovely face was pale, making the gloss on her lips shine in bright red contrast. Once more, I was struck by her beauty and her almost childlike innocence.
Most of the men turned away from the television to stare as Frank led her to an empty stool near the middle of the bar. He was obviously pleased with the reaction their arrival had caused. “Hey, Frank,” one of the young guys yelled, “who’s that, your daughter?”
Frank was about to answer, but instead he leaned over and said something to Lisa. I saw her hesitate and glance at the door. Then she turned to face Frank and reached up to put her hands on the back of his neck. She drew his face down to hers. Her lips parted as they kissed.
By now, all of the men were watching. They shouted their approval. Frank raised his arms, laughing. “Any of you guys got a daughter who kisses you like that?” he shouted. “Yeah, right!” He laughed again. The men at the bar joined in.
“Goddamn! That’s one hot looking little woman, Frank,” someone called out.
Frank winked at the admiring onlooker. “Take your coat off,” he said to Lisa, “and show these poor horny bastards how sexy you got dressed up for old Frankie.” Lisa removed her coat, revealing her bare shoulders and naked back to where the ‘V’ ended at her waist. The men whistled and shouted. I could see the color rise to Lisa’s cheeks.