A Wicked Summer for Carnal Girls Ch. 04

"We occasionally have house parties," Veronica says. "You should come to one of them."

Gloria looks pleased.

"I can set you up with someone," Veronica says. "In fact, I know just the person—he's a football player. Very handsome. I think he'd like you. And I could introduce you to all my friends. I know all the cheerleaders. I know most of the boys on the football team."

Gloria looks smitten with this idea.

"Please say you'll come?" Veronica asks, taking Gloria's hand in her own. "We'll make it your special night. You'll be the guest of honor!"

 

Chapter 5

Joe kept an eye on the lieutenant that Veronica had slapped.

He'd stormed around the living room with his dirty dick hanging out, making a big noise. Miss Rose finally had to put her foot down. Insist he shut up. Calm down. Donnell had backed up Miss Rose. The boy had sulked on the couch ever since.

The girls were still in the bathroom.

Joe folded his cards. Tossed his hand into the pot. Disinterested in the game, he just wanted the girl. Cutter passed him a small mirror with some powder on it. Ignoring the powder on the mirror, Joe passed it to Donnell.

"Thanks," Joe said. "But no thanks. I'm good."

"Joe is on the wagon," Miss Rose said. She reached for the mirror herself. "Over a year now?" she asked.

Gloria appeared and collected Veronica's small pile of clothes. Joe watched the boy on the couch sit up and crush out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Pussy," Cutter hissed under his breath.

Ignoring Cutter, Joe nodded to Miss Rose. When he glanced back into the other room, the boy on the couch was gone. Joe felt his stomach lurch.

A crash came from the back of the house and Gloria screamed, "No."

Everyone turned to the other room. The boy had Veronica by the hair. She was nude, wet, and hunched over, clutching her clothes in one hand. He was marching her toward the front door. Gloria was hollering, pummeling his back with her fists.

Joe leapt from his chair, putting his forearm into the boy's face. The blow stood the boy upright. Joe's big right hand whistled around, connecting solidly with the boy's ear. His head snapped back, his hat sailing across the room.

The boy crumpled to the floor.

Joe stepped back, his fists up. He kept his eyes on the boy at his feet. Gloria took Veronica in her arms and hugged her, stroking her head. Joe snorted. He opened his fists and turned to face Cutter. The gun was out of the bag, leveled at his face. A silver plated Eagle.

Joe grinned widely, bluster the last refuge of an unarmed man. "We don't have to do this," he said. "I just want to take the girl home."

Veronica sat on the floor, hurriedly pulling on her clothes.

Donnell sighed. He leaned back, rubbing his face with his hand. He laughed and then shook his head. "Fuck this punk," Cutter said. He was addressing Donnell but keeping his eyes on Joe.

Donnell motioned to Cutter for the gun. Cutter handed it over, and Donnell laid the weapon in front of him with a dull thunk. He propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands, a frustrated look on his face.

"You take too many liberties," Donnell said.

Joe lowered his hands and let them hang at his sides.

Fully dressed now, Veronica stood beside Joe. She tucked herself under his arm for protection. Joe felt her arms circle his waist, the crush of her breast against his side. Resting his hand on her hip, he thought of how many men had used her tonight.

Donnell gazed at Veronica. "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, hugging Joe tighter.

"This is yours," Donnell said. He produced a glassine bags from his shirt pocket and laid it on the table. "You earned it."

Veronica looked up at Joe, but didn't move from his side.

"See, we trust her," Donnell said. He was addressing Joe now. "She's not telling anyone about tonight." Donnell glanced at Cutter and both men grinned. "She made an investment. She's got an incentive to keep things secret."

Veronica rested her head on Joe's chest.

"I need to see that same kind of effort from you," Donnell said. He used his finger to rotate the gun on the table so that its barrel pointed toward Joe.

Donnell grinned.

"I need you to make a commitment," he said. "A personal investment."

Joe saw where it was going. He looked down at Veronica. She had been used by three different men, but she still looked young, innocent and fresh. She held him tighter, gazing around the room. She didn't see it yet. She didn't understand what Donnell wanted Joe to do. Miss Rose understood what Donnell wanted. She settled back into her seat with a knowing smile.

Joe exhaled heavily. He knew what he had to do.

He placed his hand on Veronica's bony shoulder. He smelled her hair, the fruity fragrance of her shampoo. He thought of Maynor, then quickly pushed his friend from his mind, recalling instead the image of Veronica on her knees before Cutter, his dusky cock in her mouth.

The room grew still.

Veronica shuddered, then gazed up at Joe. She looked confused and vulnerable. Squaring his shoulders with hers, he tucked her hair behind her ears, then tenderly cupped her face in his big hands. His smile turned to a grin. She quickly glanced around the room.

"Mr. Murphy?" Veronica asked, her voice tentative. High pitched. "Joe?"

"I need you to do something for me," Joe said. He kept his voice low, so that only Veronica could hear. His cock shifted heavily in his pants. She nodded her head, but it was clear she still didn't understand. She'd bonded with him over the course of the night and now it was difficult for her to grasp the new direction in which they were headed.

Joe let his hands slip to her shoulders. He applied gentle downward pressure and Veronica glanced at his hands, then back up into his face.

His cock throbbed.

Joe grinned, a resigned look on his face. He gave her another gentle push on her shoulders. Her mouth was open, her head cocked to the side, a questioning look on her face. Her uncertain expression made her seem even younger, more vulnerable.

"It won't take you long," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

And then Veronica got it—she gasped with shock, looking off to the side. She would have to satisfy one more man tonight, a friend of her father's. She closed her eyes and shook her head, laughing in disbelief. Joe chuckled with her, even though he understood she wasn't exactly amused.

Stepping back from Joe, Veronica put her face in her hands.

Joe didn't mind giving her a little more time. The Puerto Rican boy helped his friend to wobbly feet, and then guided him to the little bathroom in the back.

Veronica inched closer. She looked up and her big green eyes were wet.

"Mr. Murphy," she whispered. "This is so wrong!" She kept her voice low, her tone incriminating. "You're my dad's friend."

Joe saw white. He grabbed her bicep and tugged her so close he could feel her breasts rub against his chest. "Wrong," he said, incredulous. "You're goddamn right it's wrong."

She tried to twist out of his grasp but he held her tighter.

He lowered his head to her ear and hissed. "It's also wrong to trade your hot little pussy for drugs. It's wrong to let a man you hardly know fuck you in the ass or piss in your mouth. It's wrong to invite tenderfoots to gangbang parties. It's wrong to always depend on your father to bail you out of trouble. Don't tell me about wrong sweetie. There's a lot that's wrong."

Joe grinned like a madman. His cock throbbed in his pants. "It's wrong but you're going to do it. You're going to turn off the water works. You're going to get down on your knees, and you're going to suck my cock." She had stopped struggling and was gazing at him with a wounded pout. He loosened his grip on her arms, then let go of her completely.

"It's wrong but it's the only way," he whispered. He got himself under control. "It's wrong but I need you to do it."

She rested her head on his chest. He patted her back, listening to her sniffle.

Donnell smirked at him.

Veronica let her hands sink to his waist. Holding onto his hips, she lowered herself to her knees, then sat back on her heels. She wiped her eyes with her hands and gazed up at Joe.

He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and lowered his fly.

"That's right," Miss Rose cackled. "Put that bitch to work."

Veronica lowered her head in shame, but Joe tilted her chin up. "Don't worry about her," he whispered, hauling out his cock. "You're saving my ass."

She smiled gamely for him, her eyes red-ringed.

He shook his cock reverentially, letting it swell and then straighten. It was a good looking dick. Long and dark, with a sculpted head.

Veronica rose on her knees. She took his cock in her hand and tentatively stroked him.

Joe put his hands on his hips.

"Big dick," she said softly, so only he could hear.

In the end, putting his cock in her mouth was as easy as watching her go down on a black man. He rubbed the fat head of his cock on her lips until she opened her mouth. Taking her head in his hands, he rocked his hips forward, and Maynor's pretty little girl was sucking his dick. She was good at it. She used both her hands and moved her head with enthusiasm.

Joe watched her impale her face on his cock.

He didn't feel guilty, but he didn't want the poor kid to have to work any harder than she had to either. He put one hand on the top of her head and took his cock in the other hand. Leaving only the head of his cock in her mouth, he moved his fist like a piston.

He was jacking off into her mouth. Veronica mewled and held onto his pant leg.

He was in more trouble than he cared to admit tonight. Now, with his cock in her mouth, he wanted it to end. He'd been stupid to take so many risks. As much as he hated Donnell getting the best of him, Donnell needed to win this one. And the best way to do that was to give him what he wanted. End this thing now.

Joe pulled his cock from Veronica's mouth. She moved to take him back in her mouth, but he filled his hand with a fistful of her hair. "Open your mouth," he said.

Veronica squirmed or her knees beneath him.

"Come on, honey," Joe said. "Open up."

There was a note of urgency in his voice. He stepped closer to her, his wet cock bobbing over her face. He tightened his fist on her hair.

She winced, then parted her lips just a bit.

"Wide," Joe said. "Wider."

Veronica clutched his pant legs, hesitating for a minute. It was impossible to read her eyes. Maybe she was at her limit. Maybe she just didn't have it in her. And then she opened her mouth wide, extended her tongue, and tilted her chin up. Her obedience turned him on, her submission thrilled him. Joe came all in a great rush.

"Good girl, sweetie," he said through clenched teeth.

He pumped his cock with measured strokes, draining himself into her open mouth. He was careful not to get much on her pretty face or clothes. He chuckled and grunted as his cock produced spurt after spurt of the milky white cum. He had a lot to give, no doubt a result of watching her lusty performance throughout the night. She took it all, patiently waiting on her knees for him to finish. He came so much his balls began to ache. He stood over her, doggedly using his fist to call forth more and more of the warm cream.

When the spurts stopped coming, he sighed. With nothing left to give, he wiped the head of his penis on her lower lip. The pool of cum in her mouth was so great, it overflowed and ran out the corners of her mouth.

"Look over there," Joe whispered in her ear. He pointed to where Donnell sat.

She closed her mouth, puffing out her chin and cheeks around the creamy treasure inside. Her eyes were wide with alarm.

"Swallow it," Joe whispered, petting her head. "Swallow it down."

Veronica closed her eyes—and swallowed. You could see the muscles in her throat work as she received his salty gift into her body.

She opened her eyes and winced from the taste.

The room erupted with laughter and satisfied groans. Veronica wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Looking proudly at Joe, she grinned.

Joe was already reassembling his clothes.

 

Chapter 6

Carnal looked oddly beautiful in the early dawn light.

Veronica sat in the passenger seat of Joe's Volvo watching the glow of the sun lighting up the sky behind the dark stacks of the mill. Joe raced the car through no man's land, a deserted stretch of road that ran alongside the mill. He felt a dull ache in his balls from draining them so completely.

The car remained silent as Joe pulled to the curb in front of her father's house. Birds sang. Maynor's car was parked in the drive. Joe knew her father would soon be rising, looking onto the porch for the morning paper.

"All of what you said back there," Veronica said. "You were right." She looked into his eyes. "It is wrong. It's all wrong. It's like I'm a spoiled brat."

Joe smiled at her.

Grabbing the envelope Donnell had given him, Joe opened the flap and tugged out a hundred dollar bill. He considered this amount for a moment. The rule of thumb with good restaurants was that if you found one you liked, and you knew you'd want to return, then you should leave a generous tip. He tugged out two more hundred dollar bills. Folding the cash in half, he handed it to Veronica.

She looked at the money in his hand, then looked at her home. She chuckled. Taking the money, she flipped through it.

"Wow," she said. "This is a lot of cash." She put her hands in her lap, looking wistfully out the window. "It was wrong for me to proposition Donnell," Veronica said. "It was probably wrong for me to sleep with all his men. Maynor hates it when I get into trouble," Veronica smiled with her perfect teeth, "but it never stops me from finding more."

She waved the bills he just handed her in the air between them.

"But you know what," Veronica said. "It's okay. Because my daddy loves me."

She took the envelope from Joe and slipped the money back inside it. Joe narrowed his eyes. "It's not right for you to go around sticking your cock in every young girl's mouth."

"We already talked about this," he said, keeping his eye on the envelope.

"I'm not talking about me," Veronica said. "I'm talking about Gloria." She watched him carefully. He set his jaw, then turned his head.

"Jesus," Joe said. After a beat, he looked back and grinned. He felt a little ashamed. "She tell you about that night?"

Veronica looked toward her house. "She didn't seem too unhappy about it herself."

Joe smiled and lowered his gaze. "That was a mistake," he said.

"Three hundred dollars' worth of mistake," Veronica smiled mischievously.

Joe laughed. Was she shaking him down? "Give me the envelope, sweetie."

He reached for the envelope, but Veronica lurched out of the car just out of his reach.

Joe opened his door, got out, and glared at Veronica over the roof of the Volvo. She raised a small caliber weapon, leveled it at his head, and he heard a small popping noise.

"Jesus Christ!" Joe said, ducking his head.

"It's mine," Veronica said. "I saved your ass."

Joe swallowed. His mouth was dry. He could hear a faint buzzing in the back of his head.

"If you follow me, I'll put the next one in your head."

"Sweetie," Joe laughed.

"Asshole," Veronica said. "I'll get Maynor to clean you up."

Joe rubbed the back of his neck.

She grinned. Digging into her purse, she tossed something into the passenger window. She started to back away from the car. When she was two car lengths away, she tucked the pistol back inside her purse.

"Veronica," Joe said, desperation in his voice.

She raised her brow, a smile on her face. He had no idea what he could say to her. "What did you whisper to Donnell?" Joe asked.

She looked at him vacantly for a moment, and then she laughed. She held up the envelope and waved it in the air. She said, "I told him I'm expensive."

Joe looked at her blankly.

She laughed, slapping the envelope against her thigh. "But worth it," she said, turning to the house. She strolled up her father's front walk.

He could go after her. Those small caliber weapons often only held a single bullet. He could storm up the drive. He could grab her by the hair, slap the purse from her hand, and then take back the envelope.

Inside the car, Joe found three one hundred dollar bills on the passenger seat.

He laughed. There was also a glassine bag filled with drugs.

In real estate, sooner or later every agent has to contend with Buyer's Remorse. Throughout negotiations, a customer might feel thrilled with an expensive house, but once he finally owned it, he might suddenly notice the shabby state of the back porch roof, or the lackluster shine on the bathroom tile. Joe looked at the few crumpled bills, the tiny bag of drugs. He knew that the best way to deal with a customer experiencing regret was to get the customer to focus on the reasons why he made the purchase in the first place.

A good salesman always has to protect the sale.

He watched Veronica stroll up the front porch steps. She bent at the waist to get the paper, and he admired her bottom. She was a great looking kid. Smart and brave and wild all at the same time. One of the finest girls this little town had to offer. Joe tucked the cash in his shirt. He was going to flip the glassine bag out the window, but then he changed his mind.

He put it into the ashtray instead.

Joe put the Volvo in gear. He watched her for a bit more and then made a U-turn in the middle of the quiet street. He gunned the motor. His tires squealed. Some deals couldn't be undone. He needed to be long gone before Maynor got up.

And Molly? Jesus. Molly would be pissed.