The Lisa Series (13 page)

I began to protest, but Frank held up his hand. “Sit down, Billy.” He stared at Lisa. She was still turned away from him, her eyes squeezed shut, her body rigid. We sat in silence for a full two minutes.

Gradually, she relaxed and opened her eyes. Turning back toward Frank, she bowed her head and slowly spread her knees. She inched to the edge of the couch and opened herself to him. “Yes,” she said.

“Good. Tonight we cut the cards. The winner gets your ass. Agreed?”

“Yes.”

Frank leaned back again and smiled. “And afterwards, you get a big prize of your own. I got it right here.” He grabbed his crotch. “Old Frank gonna fuck you...fuck you till you come...till you come good, maybe three, four times. You like that?”

She looked up at him. “Yes, honey.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, if you’ll...if you’ll...fuck me good, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Frank was slow to respond. He sat there looking at her. Finally, he said, “Are you making up conditions?”

Lisa quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, honey. I shouldn’t have said it that way. Please...I’ll do whatever you say.”

“That’s better. I see your nipples are hard. Your pussy wet?”

“Very wet.”

Frank laughed, “Goddamn, Billy! I think we got ourselves a hot little woman here.”

“You bastard,” I said.

Frank laughed again, “Ain’t nothin wrong with that. Now, let me finish cause the gang ought to be arriving any minute.” He leaned forward, ignoring Lisa, looking instead at me. “You, Billy, are going to be the waiter tonight. You know, get the guys their beer, pretzels, chips, whatever they ask for. And you’re gonna watch Lisa do everything she’s told, and you’re gonna keep your mouth shut except to say ‘yes sir’.” He glared at me. “And if you get one step out of line, this wife of yours is gonna serve another full week, and at the next poker party there’s gonna be five winners instead of just one. Got that?”

I nodded. He turned to Lisa. “And you are gonna stand right here by this chair. Anybody wants to feel you up, they’re gonna do it. Tongue kiss you, they’re gonna do it. And I want you to kiss good and act like you like it.” He paused.

“Yes, honey,” Lisa said. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“And when I tell you to, you’re to go into the bedroom and get yourself all fixed up and wait there till I call for you to come back out here. Later, we cut the cards, and then you’re gonna get down on the floor with your head on the rug, and your ass sticking up. Understand?”

“Yes, but please...I don’t...”

He interrupted her, “Then, you’re gonna spread your cheeks for the KY which is a kind of grease so it don’t hurt.” He waited. Lisa nodded her head. “That’s when the lucky winner gets his prize. After he comes in your ass, I’m gonna fuck you, and then the guys you ain’t already blowed, they’re gonna fuck you, and then I’m gonna fuck you again. You’re gonna do everybody except Billy. That’s the plan. You got it?”

“Yes,” Lisa said.

“Billy?”

“I understand,” I said.

Chapter Ten

Guests

Lisa, still facing Frank, had not moved from the edge of the couch. Her knees were spread wide. “Tell your husband what all this talk’s been doing to you,” Frank said.

Without looking at me, Lisa said, “I...I’m wet.”

“Show him.” Lisa turned on the couch and, lifting one leg slightly, she pushed her hips forward. “Spread it,” Frank said. With two fingers she held open her pussy. It was oozing with come. Her clit was swollen and bright red.

Frank glanced toward me, “See how well I got your woman trained?” Turning back to Lisa he said, “You always do exactly what I tell you, don’t you, babe?”

“Yes, honey,” Lisa answered, “I do what you say.”

“How long since you been fucked?”

She took her hand from between her legs but kept her knees wide apart and her hips thrust forward. “Too long,” she said.

“And you want fucked?”

She cupped her small breasts and held them out to him, “Yes honey.” Frank waited. “I...I mean yes, honey, I want...fucked.” She glanced down at the floor, then back at him. “Yes, I do…I really do want...want fucked.”

“That’s right. You learn fast,” Frank said. “Now tell Billy there’s an apron for him in the kitchen.”

Still not looking at me, she said, “Frank says there’s an apron for you in the kitchen, Billy.” I didn’t move. Lisa looked down at the floor. She seemed to be waiting for Frank to speak. He sat back in his chair, grinning. Finally, she looked up at me. Tears were forming in her eyes. “The apron, it’s in the kitchen. Please, Billy.”

Frank roared with laughter. I went into the kitchen. The apron was draped over the back of a chair. I put it on and sat down. The doorbell rang. From the other room, Frank shouted, “No, baby, you stay here. Billy will get it.”

I opened the door to admit Silk and Dooley. Silk looked at me and smiled, “Well, well,” he said, “if it ain’t Cinderella.” Dooley shook his head. Silk moved toward the living room and stopped in the entrance. Lisa was standing next to Frank’s chair. Frank was stroking the back of her bare leg. She stood with her head bowed, not acknowledging the new arrivals. I took Dooley’s jacket. Silk grinned at me exposing his yellow broken teeth. “Ahhh, Billy, that’s some good lookin woman.” He crossed to Lisa. “Ya got a kiss for Mr. Silk?” he laughed, then quickly glanced at Frank. Frank nodded.

Lisa had buttoned her skirt and blouse, but her breasts were clearly visible under the thin white nylon. She stared at the floor not responding to Silk. “Answer, damnit!” Frank said.

“Yes,” she whispered, but still hadn’t looked up. I could see that she was trembling. She hated Silk and her first experience with him in our apartment made her more afraid of him than she’d ever been.

“I’m gettin the feelin, Frank, that the little bitch don’t seem to know how to make your friends feel welcome,” Silk said.

“She better know,” Frank’s voice was hard and his big hand tightened on the back of Lisa’s thigh making her wince. “Maybe we should take the party down to Ryan’s?” She quickly glanced at Frank and shook her head. Frank nodded at Silk who stepped up so that his scrawny chest brushed against Lisa’s nipples. Like someone in a trance, Lisa took both of Silk’s hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. He squeezed and Lisa caught her breath. Then, with one hand under her chin, he tilted her head back. Her lips were parted slightly to receive his tongue. He did not withdraw it. He moved his hands down her body and over her ass, pulling her pelvis against him.

Hesitantly, as if she were losing a battle against her will, Lisa reached up to place her arms around his scrawny neck. “That’s better,” Frank chuckled. “Suck old Silk’s tongue.” She shuddered. Silk lifted her ass until she stood on her tiptoes. He pulled her to him hard, rubbing his stiffening cock against her. His filthy fingers dug into her ass cheeks. I knew he could feel her stiff nipples against his chest and feel the heat of her pussy against his cock. The worst of it was the thought of his tongue inside of my wife’s sweet mouth. “Enough,” Frank said. Quickly, they parted, Silk stepped back, one hand stroking the bulge in his pants. Lisa’s face was flushed. She steadied herself against Frank’s chair.

Silk glared at her, “You still think you’re better than me, don’t you, you bitch?” he said evenly. “But you ain’t and someday I’m gonna prove to you that you ain’t. Someday you’re gonna know what kind of a man Silk is and you’re gonna learn where you belong.” It appeared he was about to strike her.

“Silk!” Frank yelled. “Let it be. Maybe there will be a time for that and maybe there won’t.” Silk nodded.

Dooley had lowered his long, bony frame onto the couch and, unsmiling, motioned for her. She looked at Frank who pointed toward Dooley. She crossed to Dooley. He pulled her down on his lap. “Well?” he asked. She took his face between her hands and kissed him. Dooley lightly touched her knees. She spread them.

“Don’t finger her pussy,” Frank said. “We’re saving that for later.”

Dooley began to unbutton her blouse. The doorbell rang. Frank crooked a finger at Lisa. She rose quickly and crossed to stand once more next to his chair. “Get it, Billy,” Frank said. I went to the door and opened it.

Standing in the doorway was a huge man wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, and heavy black boots. Under his arm, he held a motorcycle helmet. Behind him was an older woman, tall and thin with long platinum hair gathered at the back into a ponytail. She wore similar clothing and also carried a helmet. For a moment, both appeared to be puzzled. From behind me, Frank yelled, “It’s the right place. That’s just Billy, the butler.”

The man in the doorway smiled. His two upper front teeth were missing. His face was dark with several days growth of beard. A purple scar made a deep crescent from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his thick lips. “Jesus Christ!” he shouted, “a goddamn butler!” He pushed his helmet at me and strode into the living room.

The woman stepped inside. “I’m Harriet,” she said. “That was Teddy. Just like his father, he got no manners.” I closed the door. In the light, it was obvious she was much older than Teddy, probably sixty or close to it. Her face was long, the eyes deep set in dark holes, the skin like parchment pulled tight over the high cheekbones.

Her thin lips were two scarlet slashes. She unzipped her jacket and handed it to me along with her helmet and gloves. Her bony fingers were pale and the nails long and painted bright red. “Teddy’s my son,” she said, and walked into the living room. I followed.

“And who the hell’s this hot lookin little pussy?” Teddy was saying. “I guess she’s the goddamn maid,” he laughed and put his hand on his crotch.

“Yeah, Teddy, you might say that. She’s like my personal maid,” Frank grinned.

“Uh huh,” Silk added, “the little bitch does whatever Frank wants. Ain’t that right, Frank?” Frank nodded his head.

“I don’t believe it,” Harriet said. Her voice was deep and husky, like a man’s.

Teddy held his jacket out to me. He wore a black tee shirt. His shoulders and chest were massive. His belly hung over his tight jeans. On each upper arm was an identical tattoo, a snake wrapped around the letters ‘TED’. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Lisa. “I don’t believe it either,” he said. “You got to prove it, Frank.”

Sitting in his chair, still stroking the back of Lisa’s leg, Frank smiled up at them. Except for a slight tremor in her lower lip, Lisa stood like a statue, her eyes staring but not seeming to see. “Lisa,” Frank began, “this is my good friend Teddy, a distinguished veteran of at least ten Biker Wars. The lady there is his mother, Harriet. Tell them what you are.”

Lisa took a small step back and glanced at him, confused. “I...I...I’m...” she stammered.

“Tell them what you do for me.”

“I...I do whatever Mr. Racine wants,” she whispered, looking down at the floor now, avoiding their eyes.

“But tell them what it is you do, Lisa. Tell them exactly. Do you clean the apartment, wash the dishes...?” There was a note of impatience in Frank’s voice.

“I...I...I...suck him.” She shut her eyes to hold back the tears. Her face was red with embarrassment.

“That’s right,” Frank smiled. “Look at your guests and tell them what you are. You should know, by now, what you are.”

She lifted her head. Her eyes were wet with tears. “I...I’m Frank’s...Frank’s...cocksucker,” she said in a small voice.

“And she’s Billy’s wife!” Silk shouted gleefully. “She’s married to Billy, the butler.” He pointed at me, laughing.

“I’ll be damned!” Teddy exclaimed. “I never heard no woman say right out that she was another man’s cocksucker, and with her husband standin there.”

“Yes, yes.” Frank leaned back in his chair. He continued to stroke the inside of Lisa’s thigh, his hand disappearing under her skirt.“It’s going to be a night of surprises, ain’t that right, baby?”

Lisa nodded.

Harriet had moved over to the couch and was standing next to Dooley who began to fondle her ass. “And what does little Lisa’s husband say about this rather bizarre arrangement?” Her question was directed not at me, but at Lisa.

Frank’s hand made a quick upward thrust under Lisa’s skirt. She cried out. “Answer,” Frank said.

“Billy...he...he...hates it.”

“Well, then,” Harriet paused to light a cigarette, “why does he permit it? Why doesn’t he object?”

Lisa looked at Frank, then at Harriet, “Because he loves me and it’s...it’s...” her voice trailed off. She looked at the floor. Frank withdrew his hand from under her skirt and motioned for her to bend down so he could whisper something to her. She looked frightened. “I’m sorry, honey.” She bent lower and took his hand in both of hers and kissed it. “I promise, I’ll do better.” She turned toward Harriet again, “I mean, it’s Frank I want. The way he does it to me.” Her voice was flat. Frank pulled her down and whispered to her once more. “Billy,” she said, looking at me for the first time, “take the drink orders.” Everyone laughed.

When I returned from the kitchen with a full tray, Harriet was sitting on the couch between Dooley and Silk. Dooley had his hand between her legs and was rubbing her crotch through her jeans. Silk had taken out his small brown cock, and Harriet drew her painted nails along its stiffening length. Frank still sat in his chair, his hands folded across his broad stomach, his eyes half closed but watching the scene taking place in the middle of the room.

Teddy stood with his arms folded across his chest, his legs spread. Lisa knelt before him. She still wore her skirt and blouse and heels, but several buttons on both the skirt and blouse had been unbuttoned. She seemed so little and so frightened, there on her knees before this hulking brute. I was especially aware of her delicate hands, like a child’s, and her tiny feet. As she leaned back to look up at him, her small firm breasts thrust forward pushing against the thin nylon. He stared down into her eyes. Everyone seemed to be waiting for me.

“Teddy first,” Frank said. I started to pour Teddy’s beer into a glass.

“Can,” he said, reaching out his hand for the beer, but not looking away from Lisa. He threw back his head and, without pausing, drank half of it. Some of the beer spilled on his tee shirt and some splashed Lisa’s neck and ran down between her breasts. She seemed oblivious to it. She continued to stare up at him, as if she were in a kind of trance. He finished the beer and looked down at her again. The snake tattoo on his arm twitched. There was a hard burning in his eyes, more like anger than desire. The purple scar reddened. For a long moment, there was no sound or movement.