Skanky Town
Chapter 19 — A House of Ill Repute
The girl’s name was Zoie Braxton.
The man opened the door in answer to her knock. “Well now,” he said. “What have we here?”
“I’m trying to earn money to go to college,” the girl said.
“College girl, huh?”
“Not yet, but I wanna be.”
“Yeah, so what are you doing?”
“What do you mean what am I doing?”
The man sighed. “You said you were trying to earn money to go to college. What are you doing to earn money?”
“Oh.” The girl giggled just a little. “Sorry about that. My name’s Zoie Braxton and I’m selling blow jobs.”
“W-what?”
“I think you heard me,” the girl said with a quirky, little smile. “I’m selling blow jobs.”
The man seemed shocked but he didn’t stay that way for long. “You know,” the man said, “I think I like you.”
“Does that mean you’re going to buy a blow job?”
The man grinned. “I don’t know about that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t even know you.”
“You don’t have to know me to want to get a blow job.”
“No, but all the same, I’d like to get to know you first.”
“If you’re not going to buy a blow job, then I have to go find someone who will.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can make it worth your while to stay.”
“But you don’t want a blow job?”
The man shook his head. “Not right now.”
The girl seemed to think it over. “I don’t get it,” she finally said. “Why don’t you want a blow job?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want a blow job,” the man said.
“But I thought you said—”
“I want to talk first.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to talk first? Can’t I just give you a blow job?”
“You must really like giving blow jobs.”
“I love ‘em.”
“Why don’t you come inside and tell me what you like about them.”
“Just tell you?” the girl asked dubiously.
“Well, maybe if you do a good job of telling me what you like about them, maybe you can end up showing me.”
“All right,” the girl said enthusiastically. “Now you’re talking.”
“So you want to come inside?”
“Sure. Why not?”
The man led the girl to what looked like an old-fashioned sitting room. “Would you have a seat?” the man asked as he motioned for the girl to take a seat on the couch. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“Just water,” the girl said.
“You sure you don’t want anything else?”
The girl grinned. “I already told you what I want but if I can’t have that, water would be fine.”
“You do have a bit of a one-track mind, don’t you?”
“Would you want it any other way?”
The man grinned. “You said you wanted water,” he said. “Coming right up.”
The man returned a couple of minutes later with a glass of water and a bottle of beer. He handed the water to the girl and then the beer for himself and took a seat opposite her. “I take it you’ve gone through the change.”
The girl seemed to shiver. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “It was great.”
“Yeah? And I’ll bet that’s where you learned to love sucking a guy’s cock.”
“No,” the girl said with a tone that didn’t even bother to hide how stupid she’d thought the man’s statement was.
“No? But I thought—”
“I learned to love getting my pussy fucked,” the girl said, “but offering myself up for blow jobs, that was my idea all by myself.”
“Go on,” the man said.
“I needed money,” the girl said and she took a drink from her water. “I knew I didn’t have anything else I could sell and I knew there were guys who loved having their cocks sucked so I just put two and two together and there you go.”
“That’s very entrepenneurial of you.”
“Huh?”
“You’re good at making money.”
“I guess.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I haven’t made that much money yet.”
“How long have you been at it?”
“I just started today.”
“That’s not long enough to see if your plan will work.”
“I guess.”
“On the other hand, maybe what you really need is someone to help you with the sales.”
“With the sales?”
“You know. Like a manager or something.”
The girl was quiet for a moment and then she seemed to realize that the conversation had come back to her. “Hey, but wait a minute. Wouldn’t that mean, I mean, wouldn’t the manager take all my money.”
“Not necessarily. It all depends on how you set it up.”
The girl said nothing. “How I set it up?” she said finally.
“Sure. How you set the deal up with the manager.”
“Oh.”
The girl didn’t say anything and neither did the man.
“Zoie?”
The girl said nothing. The only response that seemed to show she’d heard the man was that she blinked when she heard her name.
The man reached over and he took the glass of water from her hand. “You know, I’m sure your mother and father told you that you shouldn’t talk to strangers. Just so you know, I’m the stranger they were trying to warn you about.”
Again, the only response that Zoie seemed to show was the blink of her eyes.
“Did you know that I put a drug in your water?”
Again, the only response the man got was a blink from the girl’s eyes.
The man just laughed at her. “Do you know what?” he said. “You’re going to make me lots of money and I think you can forget about college. You’re going to be making me too much money to worry about that.”
Again, the best the girl could do was blink.
The man laughed again as he got out of his chair and he came over and he knelt beside the girl. “Listen to me,” he whispered into the girl’s ear. “Remember how we talked about you needing a manager? Well, you’ve decided that’s EXACTLY what you need. You need someone to run you and someone to run your life, and more than that, you’ve decided that person is me.”
The girl didn’t say anything but then the man hadn’t expected her to. He went on.
“From now on, you work for me. In fact, the more you think about it, the more you know that that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do. It feels so good having me guide you and letting me tell you what to do and the more you do what I tell you to do, the more convinced you’ll be that that is exactly the right choice for you.”
Again, the girl said nothing.
“Your name is not Zoie Braxton,” the man said. “In fact, it never has been and you are not to respond to that name ever again. You’ve never heard of this Zoie Braxton person. Your name is Sandy Sweetly and you are the softest, sweetest, most demure girl in school.”
Sandy nodded. She knew what her name was.
“You are the sweetest girl in school,” the man said again, “but you have a secret. You want sex. You want it very badly. As much as any of the other girls might want sex, you want it ten times more, and yet you are incapable of asking for sex or indicating what you want in any way whatsoever. That’s why you need a manager, someone who can help you get what you want.
“You are incapable of asking for sex in any way,” the man said again, “and yet you need it more than anyone else. Because of this, you need someone to come and take your body. You need someone to come and use your body as they see fit. You need someone to use your body for their own pleasure, but the more they do, the softer and more demure you will get and the less able you will be to tell anyone what you really need.
“In a moment, you’re going to go to sleep and you’re going to dream of being my sweet, little sex slave. By the time you wake up, you will belong completely to me.”
Again, the girl said nothing but then she didn’t have to. This wasn’t the first time that the man had done this. He didn’t have to do it all that often, but sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself and this was one of those times. He pushed the girl over onto her side and his hands undid the buttons on her top before he undid the catches on her bra. He let his hands linger on her tits.
“You like it when I do this.”
Sandy, of course, said nothing.
The man undid her jeans and then he pushed his hand down inside her jeans.
Even through the girl’s panties, the man could feel the wetness of her pussy. “You like this,” the man said. “You like it when I touch you like this.”
The girl, of course, said nothing.
The man pushed his hand inside her panties and then his finger was rubbing up against her pussy and finally he pushed his finger inside. “And you absolutely love it when you get a man here.”
The girl moaned and there wasn’t any doubt that she was in complete agreement with the man.
“In a moment, you’ll be going to sleep and when you awake, you’ll be my sweet and innocent, little sex slave. You know you want it. Just let it happen.”
Her eyes would close and then they’d open again but she looked tired.
“Let it happen,” the man said again. “Let it happen because you know you want it to happen.”
The girl blinked but she looked tired.
“Let it happen,” the man said again.
Once more those eyes closed. Once more, they opened again. Once more, they looked even more tired than they had looked before.
“Let it happen,” the man said again.
Once more, the eyes closed. Once more, they managed to open again, but the next time when the girl’s eyes closed, the next time, they stayed that way.
“That’s right,” the man said. “That’s right. Let it happen.”
It wasn’t like she was even resisting, the girl wanted to tell the man but even that would take too much effort. It was just easier to just sit here and do nothing. It was just easier to let it happen.
When Sandy finally woke up, she had no idea where she was.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She knew where she was. She was in a bedroom, but she didn’t know whose bedroom it was, and she didn’t know why the only thing she was wearing was a pair of panties, and she certainly didn’t know why her hands had been tied to the posts of the bed.
The first thing she did was pull on her restraints and when that didn’t set her free, she pulled again, and again, the result was much the same.
She tugged again. She just couldn’t believe it. Why was she tied up? “Hey,” she called out. “Hey! Is anyone out there?”
No answer.
“Hey,” she called out again in a louder voice and this time with another tug against her restraints, “hey, is anyone out there?”
Again, there was no answer. She was about to call out again when the door to her room opened. A man stood there in the doorway holding a beer. “Hello, Sandy,” the man said.
“I know you,” she said.
“Of course you do. I’m your manager. Isn’t that right, Sandy?”
Sandy nodded and then she shook her head. “Wait a minute. What’s your name again?”
“It’s Raoul.”
“Yeah right,” the girl said as if trying to place the name in her memory, and then, “do you know why I’m tied up, Raoul?”
“I tied you up.”
“But why?”
“Why? That’s simple. Because even in a town like this, men will still pay for sex if it’s presented the right way.”
“The right way? I don’t understand.”
“You’re a good, little girl,” the man said. “You’re a good, little girl who wants sex. Given a choice, you’d give it away for free—”
The girl shook her head. “I’m not that kind of girl,” she said.
The man just smiled. He seemed to find that amusing. “Be that as it may,” the man said, “it doesn’t really matter. There are men who’d take their sex from you even if you didn’t want to give it up to them.”
“You mean there are men who’d want to rape me.”
“You can say what you want, but there are plenty of men who’d pay good money to come and take that sex away from you, even if it means they have to take it from you.”
“You mean they’d want to rape me.”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Does that excite you?”
Once more, Sandy squirmed against her bonds and once more, her efforts were fruitless. “I’m a good girl,” she said.
“Maybe that’s so,” the man said, “but you didn’t answer my question.”
The girl squirmed again but this time, it hardly seemed as if she was really trying. “Let me go,” she said half-heartedly.
“No.”
“You’re a monster,” she said, but from her tone, it was unclear whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Maybe a monster’s what you need.” The man’s hand was on the inside of her thigh. “A monster doesn’t give you any choice in the matter. He just takes what he wants.”
And now the man’s hand was between Sandy’s legs. “Think about it. How hot is that?”
In spite of herself, the girl moaned, and then she was watching the man undo his belt.
She didn’t ask the man what he was going to do with her because she already knew. She watched the man strip off his shirt and then he was taking down his jeans. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
Sandy nodded.
“In time, you’ll learn to respond to what the man wants even more, but for now, this is good enough.”
The girl watched as the man removed the last of his clothes and then he climbed up onto the bed.
“You know, I’m going to take what I want,” the man said as he slipped between the girl’s legs.
Sandy nodded.
“You can put up a bit of a fight. Tell me you don’t want me to do it.”
“No, please,” the girl responded. “Don’t do it.”
“That had all the passion of someone ordering a pizza. Say it again with a little more feeling.”
“No, don’t,” the girl cried out. “Please don’t.”
“That was a little better if by a little, you mean a very little. Come on. Add a little energy to it.”
“Please don’t,” Sandy cried out in a louder voice.
“That’s better,” the man said, “but just bear in mind, you’re not going to get what you want until I get what I want. Now this time, let me hear a little panic in your voice.”
“Please don’t,” the girl cried out.
“You call that panic. Maybe I should just leave you here all by yourself.”
“No, don’t.”
The man grinned. “Now that’s the tone I was looking for. So what do you say if I tell you I’m going to fuck you.”
“No, don’t.”
“Better, but remember, you’re a little, fucking innocent. I want to hear that in your voice.”
“No, don’t,” the girl said with a plaintive cry. “Please don’t. Leave me alone.”
“That’s better. Let’s hear you do it again.”
“Leave me alone,” the girl cried out. “Leave me alone.”
“That’s better. Now make me believe it.”
Sandy’s eyes widened just a bit as she looked up at the man. “Leave me alone,” she pleaded. “Come on, Mister. Leave me alone.”
“There you go,” the man told her. “Now that’s more like it. In fact, the more you tell me no, the more you make my engine go.”
The girl knew the role she was supposed to play. She was supposed to say no but as much as she was trying to say no, her pussy kept trying to say yes. Every time she tried to offer up yet another protest, it seemed as if her pussy got even wetter.
The man grabbed the crotch of her panties and he pulled them to one side even as he brought his cock forward. Mmm, the girl thought. Mmm. He was right there. No wait. She was supposed to pretend she didn’t want it. Fuck it! It was too hard to pretend something like that, and besides, what was wrong with admitting what she wanted.
Sandy couldn’t help but moan as the man stuck his cock inside her. She couldn’t help herself. This was what she wanted, and besides, it wasn’t like the man was complaining.
“Oh yeah,” the man told her. “We both know what you really want.”
“No,” the girl moaned.
“Your lips say no but these lips say yes.”
The girl groaned as she felt the man ply his cock between her legs. She’d tell him no, she told herself. She’d tell him no. She’d tell him later. She’d tell him no after he’d had his way with her pussy.
“Yeah, little girl likes this,” the man said as he worked his cock between the girl’s legs.
No, Sandy told herself. No, she couldn’t like it. Well, she shouldn’t like it, she told herself. She really shouldn’t.
The man was groaning and Sandy knew what that meant. He was going to cum. He was going to cum in her pussy. She shouldn’t allow him to do that.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me in my pussy.”
No, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t what she’d meant to say.
“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “I want to feel it. I want to feel your cum in my pussy.”
This was insane, Sandy told herself. Why was she saying these things.
“I want to feel it. I want your cum in my pussy. I want it now.”
The man groaned and the girl could feel him swell inside her. Oh geez. She could feel him cumming inside her just like she’d begged him to do. How could she have done that, Sandy wanted to know. How could she have betrayed herself that way, and worse yet, how could she deny the obvious truth which was that in spite of herself, she’d actually liked it.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
Sandy shook her head.
The man grinned. He pulled his cock out and then he was sliding up over her body. His cock was mere inches from her face as his hands untied her bonds. “Let’s see what you can do with this.”
Sandy shook her head. She shouldn’t, she told herself. Oh sure, she wanted to. More than anything, she wanted to grab his cock and she wanted to suck him deep.
“How’s that feel?” the man asked.
Sandy shook her head but then the man was pressing himself against her lips and in spite of herself, she couldn’t help but open her mouth.
The man laughed. He seemed to find something funny. “I never said I didn’t want a blow job,” he said.
For the life of her, Sandy couldn’t figure out what was so funny about that, but all the same, she kept sucking the man’s cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Suck it. Suck my cock.”
He was going to cum. Sandy knew that and that just made her suck him harder. She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to taste him in her mouth.
The man groaned. He knew what was going to happen and then it did. Oh geez. It felt good. It felt good feeling himself cum in the girl’s mouth.
“How’s it feel?” the man had asked. “How’s it feel to be a little fucking whore?”
“I’m not a whore.”
The man got up off the bed and he went and retrieved his pants and he pulled a wallet out and he extracted some bills which he put on the girl’s dresser. “You could have fooled me,” the man said. “Whores get paid and you just got paid so that must make you a whore.”
No, Sandy told herself. No. I’m a good girl and yet that didn’t stop her from scrambling up off the bed and grabbing up the money. Just touching the bills made her pussy wet.
No, I’m a good girl, she tried to tell herself again.
Yeah. A good girl who likes getting fucked like a whore.
Susan Newcomb was missing and so far Dale Roberts had little indication as to why exactly that was. It was always possible that she’d met with foul play but it was always possible that she was just out on the make and that there really was nothing wrong.
But if that was the case, so far Dale Roberts hadn’t found any evidence to support that, and there was always the other possibility.
It always amazed him that people like Raoul St. Jacomo were able to ply their trade, even in a town as free as this one, but the fact was that St. Jacomo was here and he was able to do what he did.
The house was a non-descript one. It looked like just about any other house around it. It was a two-story house with four bedrooms but for those in the know, this house wasn’t like any other house.
The man on the front porch watched Dale Roberts approach. “What are you looking for, Cop?”
“Who says I’m a Cop?”
“I do.”
“Yeah? How would you know?”
The man tapped his nose. “I can smell ‘em. I can smell ‘em from a mile away. You know what they smell like?”
“No, tell me.”
“They smell like pork.”
Dale Roberts just smiled. The man was trying to get under his skin. That was okay. He could try all he want but that didn’t mean Dale had to react. Of course, it didn’t mean Dale was going to forget either. “Well now,” he said, “that is rather interesting because you know what you smell like to me?”
“What’s that, Cop.”
“You might look like a man, but you smell like a madam.”
“Fuck you, Cop.”
Dale smiled again. “I get that a lot and I’m willing to put up with it ... up to a point, but I’ve never been accused of being overly patient, so you might want to think that over.”
The man stopped and then he grinned just a little. “What you want, Cop?”
“You keepin’ any girls locked up around here, Raoul?”
“You got a warrant to ask me a question like that, Cop?”
“Come on. You know I don’t need a warrant to ask you a question, but if you play ball with me, maybe I won’t have to go get a warrant.”
Raoul seemed to think that over and then he grinned. “Hey, now. You don’t have to be like that. I was just having some fun with you.”
“I’m looking for someone,” the detective said.
“This someone got a name?”
“As a matter of fact, she does. Her name is Susan Newcomb.”
“Never heard of her.”
“She and her boyfriend came into town almost a week ago. Turns out she got into trouble right away.”
“Nope. I still ain’t never heard of her, but she sounds like my kind of girl. You see her around, how about you send her my way.”
“This isn’t a joking matter, Raoul.”
“Did I say it was?”
“That’s not the point and you know it.”
“I don’t know nothin’, Cop.”
“You know someday that mouth’s going to get you in trouble, Raoul.”
“Yeah, what day is that, Cop?”
Dale Roberts sighed. He didn’t have enough to bust the man that very day. “Someday,” he promised.
“Yeah, but someday’s not today, Cop.”
Dale Roberts walked away to the hoots of the man behind him.
But Dale didn’t go as far as the man thought he’d gone. He went to his car and he got in and he drove away but within moments, his car was back again at the end of the block with the motor turned off and with Dale in the front seat watching the house he’d so recently left.
An hour passed. A man had come to the house and had gone inside and another man had left but so far, he hadn’t seen what he’d wanted to see.
The Zoie Braxton case was a cold case. She’d disappeared four months ago and there were reports that she’d been seen around town but as far as the police were concerned, the case had gone cold.
Dale Roberts didn’t believe in cold cases and even if he had, he didn’t believe that Raoul St. Jacomo wasn’t involved. Even if he couldn’t prove it, he knew the man was and he had a feeling that St. Jacomo might just be involved in the Susan Newcomb case as well.
So the detective continued to watch the house. Maybe this time, he told himself. Maybe this time, he’d come out a winner. It had to happen sometime. Jerks like Raoul St. Jacomo, they couldn’t win all the time. Sooner of later, St. Jacomo would make a mistake and when he did, Detective Dale Roberts was going to be there to bring him to justice.