Old South Trailer Court Ch. 04

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.



Marla's black customer returned a week later. As he dressed to go he handed her an envelope with cash and a phone number in it. "Call me if you wanna make some money," he said, then added, "Its money for a party I wanna hire you for. If you got any friends who wanna make money, too, lemme know."

Marla counted the bills, "It's a lotta money," she said.

He said, "You gonna earn it and go home tired, that's why I say invite a friend."

Sandy looked at Gaynelle and said, "You need money to fix your car without messing up your welfare money, looks like opportunity knocking, daughter!"

Marla spoke, "Looks like some decent money if you can handle the work."

"Is he crazy?" Gaynelle asked.

"No, he don't seem like it, he's just depraved like all of them," Marla replied.

"You mean he's kinky," Gaynelle guessed.

"Umm, yes, I'd say so," Marla said.

"And the moneys tax free," added Sandy. "Maybe you can get the car fixed, between the money you make and fucking Randy for the rest. Sometimes I think he's queer."

"Randy's gay?" Asked Marla.

"I never seen him suck a dick, all I know is he seems to be happy sitting on his momma's couch watching tv every night," said Sandy. "I'd fuck him, but you know how it is with the good looking guys, they're all queer roosters."

Gaynelle still looked like a low-rent Gaga impersonator but oughta appeal to men with appetites for post-adolescent females. Marla thought so, anyway. Marla made the arrangements, and she and Gaynelle met their man at the Quickie Mart near the trailer park.

Anal wasn't as bad as Ruth imagined, once Randy had his foot in the door; and he liked it, which is what mattered. "Gotta keep your man satisfied," she believed. She expected he'd get his sex with other women once she swelled up, that's how men are, that's how his daddy was when Randy was inside her belly. She expected he'd eventually find a wife, she was okay sharing a man, "most women do it and live," she considered. And he wouldn't abandon her and their child, "I raised him right!" She believed. "Maybe he'll find a woman who is okay with our special relationship, that would be good! I need to talk to him about it."

"Run that by me one more time," Randy said.

"I said you need to give some thought to the future. The time is gonna come when you want more than me."

"That's your hormones talking, right?" He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"I wish you wouldn't make light of it! Our situation is peculiar, Randy, but what's done is done, and I ain't got no regrets, but that don't mean I intend to stay a fool all my life," she philosophized.

"Ruth I don't think too far ahead, I go with the flow and leave the thinking and deciding to people who know more and better than me. I suppose if I got interested in another woman we'd have to deal with it but that ain't the case right now, and besides, I like playing house with you, " he winked at her.

"But it's crazy, what we're doing!" She argued.

"You wanna stop sleeping with me?" He put the cards face up.

"No, not really," she leaned over and touched him.

"Then stop fretting so much!" He said.

"You remind me of your granddaddy," she said.

"He liked to play house, too?" Randy grinned.

"No! I think I got all the pervert bizness in the family all to my lonesome. He didn't lose any sleep, either, is what I meant," she said. "I know that Gaynelle next door would like to play house with you."

"Don't I know it!" He said.

"She come on to you already?" Ruth asked.

"And wants you to babysit," he said.

"That's a strange bunch over there," Ruth said.

"Ruth, everbody in this park is strange," He said.

"But you ain't seriously considering Gaynelle!" Ruth looked stunned.

"Lord no! Get down off the ledge, woman! I thought we already had this discussion?" Randy said, and wrapped his arms around Ruth to nuzzle her neck.

"I wish you was my real husband," she whispered.

"And I wish you'd enjoy life a little," he said.

It was Gaynelle's first black cock, and it filled her so she feared she would burst. The biggest man at the party grabbed her about the time she and Marla walked through the door. She couldn't fit him in her mouth, and teared from trying. He flooded her twat with enough semen to fill a Coke can, and she went looking for Marla. She found Marla with a mouth full of black cock, and her ass full of the same. Cum ran down Gaynelle's legs like blood from a cut. Gaynelle wondered if these men were football players.

They were recent graduates of the state prison system. The occasion was a welcome home party for them by the Usual Suspect Party, complete with women to help with the transition. White women who knew about these parties often volunteered, plenty were married.

When the party was over Gaynelle was missing in action, and reported to have left with two of the ex-cons. Marla dropped Gaynelle's money off with Sandy, and went home tired, swollen, and a few dollars ahead of the wolf. It was the first time in a long time that she had cash in her purse. Her black man wanted to pimp her again. "Maybe," she said. "Right now I need to be steam cleaned and get drunk enough to sleep for a few days."

Gaynelle returned that afternoon when a van pulled up in front of Sandy's trailer, the side door slid open, and Gaynelle was rudely tossed out of the truck via a foot pushed against her ass. She fell face first on to the sand, the guys in the van laughed, and the van left. Gaynelle raised up on her hands, brushed the sand and grass from her face, and muttered something that sounded like, "asshole bastards." Sandy helped her inside.

Ruth watched it from her kitchen window. "I feel sorry for Gaynelle," she said.

"Why is that?" Randy was thumbing through a J.C.Whitney catalog and didn't see Gaynelle's pumpkin and mice bring her home from Cinderella's castle.

"People treat her bad because they can," she said.

"Everbody starts life out as a nigga, Ruth; a few get promoted quick, a few more earn their stripes after a while, and a few never get promoted. Gaynelle's got the problem, and she's gotta find the solution," he said.

The next morning Gaynelle and Sandy came over early, cash in hand, to see Randy. He wanted to sleep in late with Ruth, but it wasn't to be. Gaynelle was at least cleaned up but still looked seriously used, hurting, and the poster child for despair. "We got the three-hundred you said she needed," Sandy beamed.

"Merciful Jesus, help me," Randy prayed silently after God lifted the veil to give Randy a peek at the Vale of Tears in his future.