Agnes Amour: Daughters That Swap

"The pay is good, and as I said, she lets me sing one once in a while. Hell, I'll make a name for myself and go out on my own one of these days.”

"What's your name?" Sue Belle asked, still appearing to be dazed by what the picker had said.

"Oh, excuse the dickens outta me. I'm Bill. Most folks call me Billy. Billy Earle.”

"Why, my goodness," Sue Belle exclaimed, "I remember hearing you sing. Didn't you sing last month on the Grand Old Opry?”

"Yep, Bonnie let me do a solo.”

"Wasn't that nice of her.”

"Well, I reckon. But, the truth is she stole one of my songs and recorded it as her own, and she made a deal with me, when I found out, that if I let her have the song, she'd give me a solo on the Opry. Simple as that.”

They talked a while longer, then Billy suggested they go to his motel so he could clean up a bit before taking her out on the town. "Hell, honey; I've been drinking all night. Gotta refresh myself.”

Sue Belle rolled her eyes at him and replied, "Is that all you have in mind?”

"Well now, I could be coerced into something else, if you know what I mean.”

Sue Belle giggled. Why not? Why the hell not? She had to eat, didn't she? She had to have a place to sleep so what the shit, she admitted, she would pay for it with the only thing she had left to pay with, BUT, she wished Billy was older. As old as her father at least!

Out on the sidewalk, the heat that had welled from down Mississippi way smothered them. Billy pushed his black Stetson to the back of his head. "She-it! Ain't it a doozer out here." He motioned with his head, "Around the corner. My caddie's got air.”

Once inside the 1972 Cadillac, Billy turned the air to high before pulling away from the curb. When the temperature inside the car was comfortable, he squealed around the corner onto Broadway and headed west.

When they passed Eighth there was more traffic, but as drunk as he appeared, Billy guided the big car through the maze of slow-moving vehicles. "Damned tourists. Opryland oughta have a good business today.”

When they crossed the Interstate overpass, Billy wheeled the big caddie to the left, and then onto the ramp of the interstate. He drove to Murfreesboro Road, then turned off and pulled into the Southern Breeze Motel.

"What you looking for, Sue Belle?" Billy asked when they were inside the room.

"You mean in the future, or right now?”

"Both, I reckon," he said, pouring himself a water glass of whiskey from a bottle he had on the dresser. He downed half the glass in one larger swallow, then he sat it down and said, "I'm gonna take a shower. I feel like I been sleeping in a manure pile. And, I probably smell like it, too." He turned towards the shower, but said over his shoulder, "We'll talk some more later.”

"Can I take one, too?" The thought of a nice hot shower appealed to Sue Belle. She had never felt so dirty in her life.

"Hell yes. Come on in with me.”

"I'll wait," she said. Her voice had a nervous tone in it.

Billy merely shrugged and started undressing. "I wasn't gonna rape you in the shower anyway.”

Sue Belle leaned back in the softness of the chair and studied him. Billy was not tall, but he still towered over her a good foot. Although he did have a muscular frame, there was a certain amount of flab around his midsection. When he slipped out of his jockey shorts and stood with his back to her, Sue Belle caught a glimpse of his nude body in the mirror of the dresser. In the mass of pubic hair that covered his pelvic area, his male organ looked about as big as a thimble. She almost giggled. He'd certainly have a helluva time screwing her with that tiny thing. Heck, it wouldn't even pop her hymen, she decided. He'd probably have to use his finger first to clear the way.

He didn't even have enough to jack off with.

This thought really got to Sue Belle, and she had to work at it to suppress the laugh that wanted to well up from deep inside her. He sure couldn't hurt her none, though. And, if she did play her cards right, she'd have free room and board for a while.

When Billy walked on into the bathroom she had made up her mind that she wouldn't say a word about the size of his organ. She'd act as if it really pleased her. After all, he had promised to take her out on the town afterwards and she decided that would certainly include a meal. A meal! God, she was hungry.

When she heard the shower running, Sue Belle quickly stripped herself. She let the jeans and underclothes fall into a pile. With her bare feet she kicked them over into a corner. She certainly couldn't put those back on once she had showered. She walked to the closet and opened it. Finding a robe, she slipped it on, and then glanced at the other clothes; maybe she could get into a pair of his jeans.

Turning, she switched on the television to see if she could find a country music show, but it was too early, Disgusted, she flipped it off and turned a small radio on. She switched the dial until she got the station she wanted. By coincidence Bonnie Dale was singing her latest hit, "Dark Moon Love,” God! The thought just occurred to her. Maybe Billy would introduce her to Bonnie. Wouldn't that be something! And, what if Bonnie asked her to sing. Wow!

Even though the shower was still running, Billy strode out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following. He had a huge bath towel wrapped around him. "The water's the right temperature. Go on in. It'll make a new woman outta you.”

"I want to hear the rest of 'Dark Moon Love'.”

"Hell, honey, that's the one I was telling you about-the one I wrote.”

"You didn't tell me it was that song you traded.”

"What was the use?”

"Was it worth it? You could've made a fortune. I bet she's raking it in.”

"A fortune, my ass. Who the hell am I? It's Bonnie Dale who's selling that song, not me. I gotta have more exposure. She-it! If I'd found anyone nutty enough to record me on that one it wouldn't sold enough to pay for the label. Man! You gotta realize that country music is like any other field. It's what's behind a song that counts. Now, once I get me some more exposure, then I'll take a stab. But, till then, I'm just satisfied with letting old Bonnie Iron Ass make the killing. At least I know my writing is good enough as long as she lets me do the solo now and then on her show." He stopped talking, looking at her as if trying to make her understand. "I'll make it big! Christ yes! But when the time is right. And it just ain't right yet,”

Sue Belle shook her head and walked into the bathroom. Over her shoulder she called out, "You're downright crazy, you know.”

The water almost made her forget her hunger. She stayed under it for as long as she dared, then, toweling herself briskly, she decided to walk right on into the room nude. If he intended to get his cookies off then she might as well get it over with. "Goodbye, cherry," she whispered softly as she strode into the room.

Billy sat at the desk looking at something out the window. He didn't pay any attention to her as she walked on across the room and lay down on the bed. Sue Belle stretched out and spread her thin legs. Billy turned finally and let out a long, low whistle. "I ain't seen nothing like you in a long, long time, gal. You're about as small as my kid sister, but yet you're pure woman and that's a fact." He stood. She realized for the first time that he had slipped into a clean pair of jockey shorts. Bending down over her, he kissed her firm breast.

"Oh, my," Sue Belle said.

In reply, Billy lightly bit at her tit. She shuddered. It did feel good. Damned if it didn't. Maybe she had been missing something all along, but down deep she knew she'd have felt more secure if it had been an older man kissing her bear nipple. She needed to be taken care of, and she was afraid that maybe all Billy wanted was a tumble in the hay before he threw her out on her ass.