Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

"Hello?"

"Mr. Beldon?"

"Yeah." She didn't even ask who it was. She knew Ruth Haskins' voice very well. The old lady had been Roscoe's secretary since before she had married him.

"Hold on, please… for Mr. Beldon."

She waited, her hand rubbing the creases of her cunt, thinking about the night to come, until she heard Roscoe's voice. "Lucille?"

"You know damn well it's Lucille, Roscoe. What do you want and how did you find me?"

"By having Ruth call every hotel in New York. You should register under a different name."

"What for?" Lucille retorted, angry that he had started checking up on her again. "You know what the hell I'm here for anyway."

"That's why I'm calling you, Lucille. I've changed my mind."

"About what?"

"About us. I've decided that you should go your own way, as I'm sure you've always wanted to."

She was amazed, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't keep it out of her voice. "Do you mean you want a divorce?"

"No, Lucille, I don't want a divorce. I just don't want you. You have your car.. your clothes are on their way to you. You'll have an allowance of five hundred dollars a month deposited in your account up here every month to live on. You can go anywhere you want and do anything you want. I just don't ever want to see you again."

"Five hundred a month?" she screamed. "You know fucking well I can't live on that!"

"Then get a job, Lucille. If you come back here or if I even see you again my lawyers tell me I can dump you and it won't cost me a dime. Sorry to spoil your lovely weekend."

"Fuck you!" she said as the phone went dead. She threw it to the floor and shouted, "FUCK!" to the room in general. Five hundred dollars a month wouldn't even buy her clothes, let alone the booze and freedom she needed for her kicks. Thinking of kicks brought to mind what she had just had. She wanted more. She wondered if maybe it wasn't too late to jar a quickie out of the lounge downstairs. Snapping on the light and glancing at her watch she knew it was impossible.

She rolled back on the pillow, cursing her husband, Ruth Haskins, herself, and her luck..

She fingered her cunt. What to do now? she wondered. She should find a place to hole up for a while and figure out what to do next. But, for that, she would need some ready cash. Sell the car? No, she would need it too much..

She was mad, and when she was mad she always thought of Janie. And thinking of Janie brought a possible answer to her problem.

She grabbed the phone and gave the hotel operator the number that she had never forgotten, even after ten years.

Janie Sturgess had been Lucille's roommate in school. She was gay and had practically supported Lucille through school. Also she traveled, because of her parents' wealth, in the kind of man she needed to travel in to meet the kind of man she wanted. She had met Roscoe through Janie. When she was sure Roscoe was going to marry her, Lucille had dropped her. Janie had gone directly to Roscoe and told him about their love affair. Roscoe had used that as an excuse not to consummate their marriage for a long time, until Lucille found out, in fact, that her husband was impotent. Nevertheless, he had never forgiven Janie.

"Hello." She recognized Janie's low, husky voice at once.

"Hello, Janie. This is your pussy, your favorite pussy.

"Lucille… Lucille? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me, Janie, and I just had a big black cock inside me. His come is oozing all over my legs right now. Don't you wish you were here to suck his cum out of my cunt, huh?"

"Lucille, don't talk like that! Where are you?" "In the city. Roscoe finally dumped me."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said.

"No, you're not," said Lucille.

"No, I guess I'm not. Where are you? At a hotel? Come over to my place. Please!"

"Why? So you can suck my cunt some more? That's all you want me back for isn't it, Janie? So you can suck my cunt?"

"No… no, please, Lucille. I love you, I do. Please come back, it's been so long and I've missed you so much."

"I need ten thousand. Will you loan it to me?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the line and then Janie's voice came to her, clear and lower in tone, with a strong thread of strength behind it. "If you'll come back to me."

"Fuck you!" Lucille said, suddenly feeling much better even though she knew she was in trouble. She started to smile within herself, suddenly sure that something would turn up right around the corner. It always had. "You love my pussy, that's all you love. That's all you ever loved-my cunt."

Then the blubbering began in earnest on the other end of the wire. The louder and more strident the other woman's crying became the more Lucille laughed. When she heard Janie attempt to create words from her blubbering Lucille laughed even louder, wilder, more hysterically, and slammed the receiver back into its cradle.

She continued the hysterical laughter, matching it with the violent thrashing of her body as she rubbed and tore at her pussy painfully, bringing herself to extremes of orgasm.

The following morning she surveyed her situation. She had a full tank of gas and just a little over two hundred in her purse. New York was out; too expensive unless she had something going. She even thought of turning a couple of tricks, but that repelled her. She loved sex too much to pay or be paid for it.

The first night out she stopped in the finest place she could find in a small Virginia town. After a quick shower and a bite to eat she headed for the lounge. There would be all kinds of horny salesmen and she was sure she would have her pick. There would be enough time to try and find a good sugar daddy when she got to Miami. In the meantime, she might just as well have some fun on the way down.

The bar was a disappointment. Only three or four men sat around drinking. They were all obviously bored and none of them looked like they were young enough to get it up enough to satisfy her immense needs.

She ordered a drink, finished it quickly and had just started on a second when a young, blond, handsome stud strolled in and sat right beside her. He had what she wanted written all over him.

In no time the conversation got around to sex. She stayed just a little coy with him, wanting to play the game before suggesting they go to either of their rooms together.

She was just about to make the move when a young blonde girl with the most tremendous figure Lucille had ever seen strolled into the room. Lucille saw her first, but the young man next to her quickly picked up on the girl's figure and the way her eyes kept roaming his way.

Shit! Lucille thought. "Listen," she said, trying to head the situation off before it went much further. "Why don't we get out of this stuffy room. I'm in four-oh-six."

"Sure," he said, smiling. "I'll be right back."

He got up, crossed around the bar and entered the men's room. About five minutes passed and he emerged. But, instead of crossing back to where Lucille waited, he stopped and started talking to the young blonde.

Lucille could only hear a small part of the conversation. She caught enough to know that the girl's name was Midge, that yes, she was lonely, and yes, she would love some company but she needed twenty dollars very bad.

The man never even hesitated, or glanced back in Lucille's direction. He simply smiled at the girl, took her arm, and left the bar.

Jesus, thought Lucille, beaten out by a kid, and a hooker besides. And not only that but a cheap hooker. Twenty dollars? Lucille was angry but she was amused at the same time. With the face and figure the young blonde had, Lucille was sure she could have gotten a hundred. She needed a keeper, or a manager, Lucille laughed to herself.

It rankled her to think an ill-dressed kid had taken her bed partner away from her, but then, she was smart enough to know that she couldn't compete with youth in general, and looks like that girl had in particular.