1 comments/ 7563 views/ 1 favorites Skeeter Bate's Great Escape By: mikey2much Skeeter's head was still ringing from the last slap Big Mike had given her, but she forced herself to focus, willing her hands to stop shaking as she used two spoons to grind the caplets into powder. Using her body to shield her actions from Mike's suspicious eyes, she pushed the powder into the small opening of the pop-top can in her hand. Flickering light from the TV made it hard to see what she was doing, slowing her down when she was already out of time. Alert to sounds of Mike moving behind her, she worked as fast as she could. Mike was awake but he felt very drunk, just lifting his head to check on where the bitch went was a hard chore. His fucking eyes didn't want to open, but he forced them into slits allowing him to see Skeeter standing at the sink. He felt a vague sense of forgetfulness, like he was forgetting something important, but he couldn't wrap his mind around what it was. He couldn't remember what it was he had to do but he did know that it was important. Fear of not knowing forced his mind into self-defense mode and he came through the foggy mist of his memories to the here and now. Anger helped bring Mike's mind back, helped him remember. His mind cleared. What the fuck was taking so long with the beer? Hoping the cold beer might revive him, he sat up and reached across the bed to grab the nightshirt she was wearing. With no time to wipe the pill-dust from her hands, she let them slide down the wet can, the white crumbs like gravel under her fingers. Mike was too far gone to notice, she was sure, but she still sent a personal plea to God to numb his fingers to the grittiness on the can. Yielding to the tug on her shirt she turned with the beer, confidently hopeful that in a few minutes he would be out like a light and she would be gone. "Here you go baby, you just lay there and suck on this while I lay down here and suck on this." She let her hands slip down his barrel chest, looking up into his face. Smiling, she wet her lips with her tongue slowly running it around the oval of her open mouth. His hard little pig like eyes glared at her from behind the cheap black plastic frames of his thick glasses. His big red face was split by a mean grin that revealed his large square teeth stained brown and yellow from his snuff. Skeeter remembered how he looked that first night they met, how they bonded. Well, yeah, they fucked first but afterward they had lain together and talked. It was really special, she would always think of that first night as when she had fallen in love with Big Mike. And now it had come down to this. Holding the beer in one hand he pushed her head south with the other, his voice a mean whisper, his hand painfully twisting her hair. "Yeah bitch, you gonna suck me alright but not all the way. You gonna suck me back up hard again and then I gonna fuck your tight little ass. I ain't forgot what I promised you." The first time he had threatened her with dry fucking her in the ass, she had thought he was bluffing. She had bled out the ass for the next four days. She would never allow that to happen to her again. Skeeter let her mouth accept the hard member as her husband pushed her head down on it. She started to suck, wanting to make him lay back and drink his beer while she did his bidding. Working her mouth on his dick she let her mind consider why the first four pills hadn't knocked his ass out by now. Three more should do it, although she had hated to use her last one on the asshole. If she could get him to lay quiet for fifteen minutes he would have to pass out. She settled into a slow, deep stroking routine, sucking to soothe rather than excite. Soon she felt his hand relax a bit, giving her back control of her movements. She bobbed deeper onto the shaft and lingered there letting him feel the muscles in her throat work on him. Coming up slowly she put her tongue in overdrive swirling and licking the sensitive underside of his cock. She stole a glance over his big gut to see him turning up the can and sucking the suds from it. He lowered his head and their eyes locked for an instant. Skeeter saw hate in those eyes, she saw pain in those eyes, but there was no mercy there for her. She saw the desire to hurt her, the lust for revenge in those eyes. The old fashion self-righteous looks that the witches used to see just before the fire was lit. That was the expression; smug in his power as her husband, he was feeling justified in doing as he pleased. He really was going to dry fuck her in the ass, what he called a 'punishment fuck'. He believed it was the best way to train a woman, "gets their head right while it gets my rocks off", he liked to say. She sucked even more lovingly; if she could just get him to lie still for a few more minutes. Since Brent had called, Mike had started hitting the Lord Calvert hard. Mostly he just drank his beer and passed out, but when he drank hard liquor he was a mean drunk, shouting and slapping her around over any little thing. Now with the thing about her stealing Brent's pills and selling them coming out and all, he was really pissed. Skeeter shivered as she thought how mean he could get; she put all she had into the blow job sucking for her life. She sank her face onto his shaft taking the entire thing down her throat, holding still and motionless except for her tongue, which she swirled around his hardness, caressing all sides. Knowing how much Mike loved this, she stayed down as long as she could, until she had to have some air. She started to rise but felt his hand over the back of her head, holding her down with his cock in her throat and her nose in his pubic hair. "I'm gonna give you a chance to show me how sorry you are for what you did today." Big Mike stopped talking and watched Skeeter's face, her eyes wide as she listened to him talk. "You just keep sucking, that's all you got to do." Air made a rude fart-like noise as she tried to breathe with her nose pressed so hard into his flesh. He had given her a command and now she had to do her best to obey it, or at least act like it until the pills kicked in, which should be soon. Big Mike looked down at the woman he loved, catching her looking up to him, fear and acceptance in her eyes. Pleading with her eyes, she kept sucking and swallowing, milking and fucking his cock even as she began to pass out from lack of air. He held her until her eyes closed and her struggles quit. Then he pulled her head from his dick, and gently let it rest against his thigh. She was beautiful, and he loved her. For a moment Mike's eyes went soft as he watched her. 'If only I could trust her,' he thought. With her eyes closed and the peaceful expression that her face had relaxed into, Skeeter seemed to be asleep. He reached a hand down to the hem of her shirt and pulled the cloth up to her neck, revealing her body completely. She was fine. She was like a miniature woman, weighing only 95 lbs and standing only four foot eight inches tall. Her breast were perfect, they were small but on her small body they looked like they were more than enough for any man.. Her stomach was flat and his eyes followed the gently curving flow of her body to the area between her legs. Her little clean shaven pussy was the finest one he had ever seen. Her hair was her most striking feature flowing in soft curls, it ran down to below her shoulders. His eyes beheld her beauty while his mind saw what a thief and liar she was. In his heart he wanted to hold her and tell her how much she meant to him, but experience had taught him that he couldn't trust her. She would say anything to get what she wanted from him. Skeeter had a lie ready for whatever happened to her; she always had a story ready to confuse the issue. Talking to her was useless because the con-artist in her would not let her really listen; instead of trying to understand his point of view she would be forming her reply to show him she was right. But she wasn't right and she had to learn that some things were too far across the line to let slide. Now not only had she stolen from one of his best friends, but when she got herself caught she asked his friend what she had to do for him to let her go and not say anything. When her offer was refused the wild little bitch had slapped Brent and got by him and out the door with the bottle of pills. She had sold the pills, thirty lori-tab-10's at least a hundred and fifty dollars worth, and spent all the money without giving him a cent of the cash. And that was just today's damage but she was out there fucking people right and left both figuratively and literally to support her damn habit. Day after day, her full time job was being a crack whore. He could feel her breath on his balls as she came back to consciousness loudly sucking air into her lungs. He gave her a minute to catch her breath. Once she could breathe again and her mind functions had recovered enough to think clearly, Skeeter tried to talk to Mike. But Big Mike wasn't in the mood to listen instead he viciously jerked her head back by her hair. The pain brought tears to her eyes but she kept silent. She believed him when he told her, "Don't be trying to drag this thing out or by God I will let you choke on my dick." He pulled her head back into his crotch. Skeeter started to work her head up and down his shaft doing everything she could to make him like it, keep him in the game until it was too late to do anything to her. She knew the pills were kicking in now because in spite of everything she could do she felt him softening in her mouth. To make it even worse, he could tell it too; she could only hope that he didn't put everything together. "You know for all the practice you get, you ain't much of a cocksucker. You ain't worth a fuck for nothing are you?" Big Mike growled, wrapping her hair twice around his hand. Uncertainties filled his mind but he knew she wasn't going to get away. Anger filled him but he couldn't remember why but he knew she had done something bad. 'Damn her,' he thought and pushed her mouth into his crotch. Rubbing her face in his pubic hairs he turned her head enough that he could see one of her eyes. There was no fear there. Bitch should be afraid, instead she was checking him out, looking for signs of weakness in his face. 'What the hell?' He lay back against the pillow letting her hair trail through his fingers as he relaxed, letting it go. He was angry with her but he felt so fucking tired, felt himself slipping into sleep. Skeeter knew that she had him now, all she had to do was keep him calm and still for a few more minutes and she would be home free. She went back into sucking to soothe mode, her hand started rubbing his leg like she might rub a gator's belly to put it to sleep. Another five minutes passed as she slowly stroked him with her mouth, before she heard Mike give a snorting sort of a snore. She stopped. Holding still as a bunny she waited until he was sleeping peacefully again, and then eased off the bed. Surveying the small trailer didn't take long. It was a camper with a front living room, a small kitchen, a bathroom and a small bedroom in the back. The roof leaked in the back bedroom so they never used it, keeping the door closed. The bathroom sat right behind the kitchen, it was a small closet sized space where the toilet sat inside the shower. The living room had a couch at one time but now it contained only a king-size mattress lying on the floor. It filled the living room completely pressing against the cabinets in the kitchen like water against the shore. She let her eyes scan the piles of dirty clothes piled everywhere, looking for his pants. 'Oh my God,' thought Skeeter when she spotted the pants against the wall on the other side of the bed. The only way to get them was to climb over Mike and crawl over to the wall. She knew that the smart move would be to sit in the bathroom for a few more minutes, give the pills time to really get a grip on him, get in his blood, but that wasn't the way she was made, she thought as she started to reach over Mike's legs with her hands. She always took the risk, needing the thrill, enjoying the rush. Her heart was hammering as she slowly worked her way to the pants and started to go through the pockets. She took all the money, not taking the time to count it; she took the food-stamp card. And last, she smiled as she took the truck keys. Holding her loot in one hand she reached across Mike again, following with her leg reaching across him also. On her toes and hands she was now above and astraddle Mike. Slowly she shifted her weight as she pulled her remaining limbs across the sleeping man, feeling the bed shift as she did. Her foot hit the floor she started to rise, relief flowed through her. Like a snake striking, Big Mike reached out and grabbed her arm. Skeeter tried to pull away but he was too strong and she felt herself drawn back toward the bed, the keys and money still in her hand. "You fucking thief, you sorry fucking piece of shit," he was bellowing, fully awake now and really pissed off. She grabbed the only thing she could find, a six pack of beer with the plastic ring empty from where a can was gone. Using the empty ring like a handle she swung the five full cans of beer in a roundhouse swing that exploded against the side of Mike's head, spattering blood and beer over the walls and bed. Big Mike was stunned but he held on to her arm as he fell back onto the beer soaked bed. Skeeter fell to the cold wet bed with a moan of despair, seeing her plans going to ruin, her chance of avoiding the pain and suffering that Mike had planned for her rapidly slipping away. Big Mike felt the shock of the cold beer as well as the impact of the beer cans but both sensations seemed to be bubble-wrapped in numbness. His poor mind trying to cope with an alcoholic overload at the same time it was slipping down the greased rails of a drug overdose. He knew she had doped him up. Feeling as though he was underwater he grabbed her by the hair. His knife was on the bed from where she had cleaned out his pockets, so he picked it up. He pulled the hair until it was stretched across the bed above her head. He started to saw the knife across the hair cutting and tearing it out with each stroke of the knife. Skeeter grabbed his hands but with her arms over her head and her small size Mike had no trouble over powering her efforts and she felt her hair being torn and cut from her head. She screamed, she pleaded and begged, she tried to stop his hands but she was afraid to get too close to the blade and his forearms would not be stopped by her hanging on to them. "You fucking whore! You fucking whore!" Mike had other things that he wanted to tell her, but it was hard for him to form the words when he spoke. He retreated into silence, leaving it to her to make all the noise with her begging and pleading, he concentrated on stealing the hair that she loved. The knife passed through the last of the hair and sliced into the mattress. He held a handful of hair but that was all he held, Skeeter was loose. Knowing that she had beaten him again really pissed him off but he was too far gone to do anything about it. Skeeter fell to the floor, she was free, and she had the loot in her hand, she leaped over the corner of the bed and went out the door. Safely out of reach she turned and watched as Big Mike just leaned to the side and fell over, a great amount of her red hair in one hand and his knife in the other. Rushing to the back of Mike's truck she twisted the wires together that ran the tail lights he had duct taped to the tailgate. No lights came on. "What the fuck?" she said to herself and then remembered they had an electrical short somewhere and Mike always disconnected the battery whenever he parked the truck. Skeeter rushed around to open the hood and reconnect the cables, smiling again when she heard the fuel pump hum to life. Climbing up into the truck she turned the key and the motor started with an explosive roar. Skeeter didn't give a shit now, even if Mike woke up and came outside, she wasn't stopping. She left the yard with clumps of grass and clogs of dirt in the air behind her, both rear tires spinning as she had her knee locked and her short leg stretched to the max, pedal pressed firmly to the floor. The despair and fear drained from her, letting a smile flash across her face; she was free and Mike was down for the count. The kaleidoscope that was her life clicked into another pattern now. Big Mike and his anger over the stolen pills had been replaced by a new set of dangers. She had lost her driver's license over non payment of child support and now she was driving a truck with no mufflers and bad tail lights. Other than the thin nightshirt she had on, she was naked. She stank of beer and the wet nightshirt chilled her as the wind hit it making her nipples into two small erections. Somehow she needed to get rid of the truck, get some clothes and get some crack. Smelling like a brewery, Skeeter headed for Diane's trailer. Diane wasn't a friend she was just somebody who liked crack and would always go along if she was going to be sharing the hits. Until the money and crack were gone she would be like a friend and do what she could. Once the crack and money was gone she would swear she knew nothing about where the money came from, and be happy to help Big Mike find his good for nothing wife. But right now Diane was all she had so she pulled the truck around back of the trailer and went around to knock on the door. Twenty minutes later she was freshly showered and wearing borrowed clothes. They took Diane's car and went to the dealer for a hundred dollar rock and headed back to Diane's place, where they smoked and talked. Using a pair of sewing scissors Diane tried to trim her ragged hair into some sort of order, but there wasn't much to work with. Her whole life was like that, not much to work with. Now she was on her own. Now she had to make a plan. Mike would be out of it until at least ten o'clock, so she had a four hour head start. What should she do, where should she go? All her friends were here, her dealers were here. She pointed Mike's old truck toward the bright spot in the sky that marked where the sun would soon appear and drove east, into the sunrise of her uncertain new life. Skeeter Bate's Great Escape Ch. 02 Part 2: Skeeter in the Wind Skeeter drove Mike’s truck down a narrow lane beneath a canopy of Spanish moss hanging from massive limbs. The predawn light was bright enough that the trees were casting shadows, the limbs’ rough bark becoming a texture you could see, a texture that her eyes seemed to enjoy caressing. Or maybe it was the drugs. It didn’t matter. She tried to lock the interplay of light and shadow into her memory, hoping to reproduce the texture in her next drawing. She loved to draw and had produced some nice paintings, not good enough to sell, but good enough that her friends hung them on their walls when she gave them as gifts. Following the sandy road deep into the tall trees until she arrived at a small prefab storage shed within a fenced compound, where the sound of barking dogs ruined the morning’s peaceful beauty. Skeeter opened the gate and walked between two kennels with German shepherds bouncing off the wire as she passed. She knew that Doug knew someone was here, and he was awake by now, but she called his name as she knocked on the door. Not waiting on him, she opened the door and went inside. It’s hard to lose your way in a ten by twelve shed. Skeeter didn’t need the light to find the bed and the man laying in it. “Hi Doug baby.” She sat toward the foot of the bed, found Doug’s foot, and let her hand slide up his leg to his balls. Lightly squeezing and relaxing her hand as she cupped them, then continued “What am I gonna have to do to get you to take me to town?” Douglas Walker knew as he sat up in the bed and hit the light that his day was going to be special. He didn’t know the details yet but already he felt a sense of adventure. He welcomed the feeling. “What’s going on Skeet?” Skeeter decided to just push the situation at Doug so fast that he would be swept alone by sheer momentum. “I had a big fucking fight with Mike. Look what he did to my hair.” She offered to hold it up for viewing as she spoke but being only three inches long it slipped through her fingers when she reached for it, which really pissed her off and made her performance even more realistic. Doug listened with one part of his mind and with the other he thought through how much he could spend. Skeeter was like an exotic bird which flew to his house once and a while, he loved the time with her but she was a constant drain on his money. On the other hand he felt more alive as he took chances with Skeeter then any other time in his current life. What was that feeling worth? Once you are on the back side of sixty and don’t have any money your life kinda slows to a boring crawl. It becomes quite easy to see that your life is just a short path to a waiting grave. Skeeter made him feel like there was a bit of life left in him. That had to be worth something, hell that might be worth everything. Skeeter scooped Doug’s cell phone up from the table and told him, “Hurry babe, I’ll be in your truck. Hurry.” And with that she was out the door, phone pressed to her ear as she searched her contacts for lori-tabs. Doug was thinking as he pulled on his socks that Skeeter was a creature totally unique from anyone he had ever known. She lived her life on a rollercoaster, going from one extreme to the other. Knowing she was fucking up when she did the shit she did, but she expected bad things to happen to her anyway, so she didn’t care. Whatever the price she was ready to pay it before she changed her lifestyle. You couldn’t melt and pour him into her lifestyle and yet he knew that she would not tolerate life lived any other way. She was a pirate, trapped in a woman’s body and in the wrong century to boot. He grabbed his keys and hurried to follow her to the car before she went wild on his cell phone minutes. Skeeter opened the door for him when he reached his pick-up and slid over just enough to let him get behind the wheel. Smiling her sexiest smile, she asked, “How much should I tell Reek we want?” “That is up to you. I’ll buy us a twenty, but if you can get me off before we get to town, then I will go for a forty.” As he spoke he unzipped his fly and pulled his hardening cock out. “I guess that I need to get to work then,” she said as she lowered her face into his lap. Doug had been sound asleep, lost in a dream that now he couldn’t remember, and then alone came Skeeter. Waking him up and dragging him out before sunrise to get drugs and to avoid her three hundred and fifty pound insanely jealous and hair-triggered violent husband. He wondered if he was crazy to be going with her, just another old fool with a young girl, a mark in the con game of life that women have been playing for centuries. At the same time she had his dick hard as rock and ready to shoot, giving him feelings he hadn’t enjoyed in years, except when he was with her. He felt alive again and that was worth a little risk. Skeeter had earned the forty, and swallowed the results long before they reached town. She sat up, gave him her biggest ‘ain’t I a good girl’ smile and slid close beside Doug, resting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and relaxed. It had been a long night and she was tired. Her left hand held and stroked Doug’s cock even though it was softening rapidly. She did it in such an absent minded way, it made Doug wonder did she play with cocks, like some people twist strands of their hair when they were nervous? The thought put a smile on his face. They turned off the paved road onto an old single lane sandy trail. Even though it was just breaking daylight, three older kids sat on bikes watching them as they turned in. Doug drove half a mile to a small run down shack. Two other cars sat in front of the house. Doug parked as far from the other cars as possible and handed over sixty bucks to Skeeter. He got a ‘ain’t you sweet smile’ and she turned and briskly walked to the front door of the little shotgun shack. That was the thing with Skeeter; she did such a good job and seemed to enjoy herself as much as he enjoyed it. It was well worth an extra twenty. The door revealed nothing but darkness inside the building as it opened a raggedly dressed man stepped out crossed the yard and got into one of the other two cars and drove away. The next person through the door was a young woman, maybe thirty or so years old. She walked to the other car and opened the door. Doug could hear children talking to her as she got inside the car. She must be taking her kids to school and stopped by the dealer’s house on the way, Doug thought as she drove away. Soon thereafter Skeeter stepped back out into the glare of the early morning sun, the dope in her hot little hand and a smile on her face. The ride home started off with silence filling the truck. Skeeter had the six rocks spread out on her thigh and was sitting rigidly straight and staring out the windshield, her mind somewhere only she could go. Doug knew that with anyone else she would be hitting up right now, but months ago he had asked her to wait until he was home to hit it when she was with him. Doug felt it was stupid in the extreme, to be driving down the road with somebody lighting a crack pipe. He took it one step further, no stems at all in his truck. If you had to, you can eat the crack rocks but a pipe will get you busted. Bottom line no hitting up in the truck. Surprisingly, she had agreed and never pushed the issue again. But she was withdrawn and into her own thoughts more than she usually was today. He knew how tough she was, but even tough girls need a friend sometimes, and he wanted to be that friend. He started to speak and then thought that having Skeeter for a friend was a lot like having a rattlesnake for a pet. He was afraid to trust her and he couldn’t really be a friend if he couldn’t. He let the silence remain unbroken until they pulled up in front of his shed. Skeeter scooped up the crack and opened her door before the truck came to a complete stop. She dashed to the shed and disappeared inside. Doug forced himself to walk at a normal pace as a way to show a little trust in Skeeter. When he walked into the shed she had already dumped the crack rocks on a mirror and stuffed about a nickel hit in the end of the pipe which she was offering to him with the lighter. Doug let her stand there with the offering in her hands while he reached over the TV and retrieved a black leather collar with a small open padlock in the back. “I think you should get into uniform,” he said as they traded the items. He threw back his head and brought the pipe to his lips, sucking the flame into the end. The sizzle, of the crack as it fried, filled his ears as he drew the silky smoke deep into his lungs. Holding the toke he watched as Skeeter slipped from her clothes and locked the collar around her slim neck. When she was naked and collared he passed the pipe to her and watched as she rolled it between her hands and blew on it, trying to cool the glass tube enough to reload, her actions causing her breasts to shake and shimmy. He reached over her head and took a deck of cards from the shelf, while she took her hit, he shuffled the deck and dealt two hands of five card stud and waited until she was ready to play. They were sitting on the bed the cards on the quilt between them. Skeeter sat Indian style, her ankles crossed, her legs spread, and her pussy winking at him. She picked up her cards. “What’s wild besides me?” she asked “Nothing” he said and then followed with, “you gonna tell me what the fight was about?” “Same old shit, Mike was being an asshole about everything. I made some money and he figured that half of it should be his. When he makes money he don’t save any for me, so why should he think I’m gonna save him some of my money?” She threw three cards down. “I’ll take three cards.” Doug could tell that she was just hitting the high points of what happened. Skeeter was as shrewd as any lawyer when it came to leaving out whatever might make her seem guilty of any wrong doing. He dealt her three cards; put two on the table for himself. “Dealer takes two,” watching her over his cards, he asked, “How much money?” The naked and collared young lady seemed to be lost in the cards as she studied her hand. Doug thought she was beautiful; he loved the days when she would come over. They would have sex and then play cards and talk until the crack was gone, then like a hummingbird she would leave him and move on to the next flower. Finally she answered, “A hundred and fifty dollars.” “What does that mean? Is that how much you made and didn’t split? You telling me that Mike got so mad over seventy five dollars he cut your hair like that?” Doug knew a few things about Big Mike, one was that he was a big, mean, stubborn, stupid, redneck, and he loved Skeeter. Acting as if she hadn’t heard him, Skeeter laid her hand face up on the table. “I got two pair Jacks over fours.” “Beats a pair of sixes.” Doug tossed his hand onto the table. “You ready for another hit?” Reaching for the pipe and taking a rock from the mirror, he loaded it and fired it up, drawing a long hit. “OK, let me just tell you what happened and then I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” Her green eyes watching Doug’s face for some sign of agreement that there would be no more questions, she waited. Doug let the silence hang in the air until he finished with the pipe and passed it to her. Reaching for the stem she spit it out. “OK, I spend the hundred and fifty that I made and then when I left the house after he cut my hair I took what was in his pockets, two hundred and ten dollars. If I had wanted to talk about this shit I could have stayed home. What’s done is done. He shouldn’t have cut my hair.” Choosing one of the largest chunks of crack she loaded and hit the pipe. While she hit the pipe Doug had time to consider what she had said as well as to think about what she hadn’t said. Big Mike had to weigh three hundred maybe three hundred and fifty pounds, Skeeter weighed a hundred maybe a hundred and ten pounds. They had fought, knives were involved, and now she had all his money and his truck. He let her finish blowing out her hit and asked, “Is Mike okay?” Skeeter laughed as she picked up the deck of cards and started to shuffle them. “You know that crazy bastard had been drinking Jack Black since yesterday afternoon, I mean he was pretty fucking drunk when the bottle ran dry around eleven and he had to start drinking beer. He was pissed about the money I spent so he was threatening me, so I started to spike his beer with my pills. The big bastard was so pissed off that he wouldn’t relax. The pills couldn’t get a grip on him. I finally had to give him a blow job to keep him still.” She was picturing it in her mind and it made her laugh. “I bet I sucked his dick for forty five minuets at least until they got into his blood.” This sounded closer to the truth, Doug was impressed as well as a bit repulsed by the matter of fact way Skeeter was telling of how she had betrayed the man she had married. He felt his dick start to harden again as he thought about the way she had used a blow job as a weapon. She looked so sexy naked with the collar. She was dealing poker while she talked and her breasts swayed as she dealt the cards across the bed. She had really nice looking breasts with nipples relaxed and withdrawn into the pinkish brown of the areolas. He picked up his cards as she dealt them, checked them to see what he held, all the while paying attention to what she was saying. “I wound up using all my pills and still didn’t put him down long enough for me to get out the damn door. So I hit him up side the head with a six-pack, well maybe a five pack, anyway it only stunned him. He still managed to hold me and cut my hair before he passed out.” “Did you come straight here?” Doug asked, his eyes going to the corner where his shotgun stood. Skeeter had seen the fear in Doug’s eyes; the old fart was figuring that Big Mike was on his way. While it would be interesting to see if he might ask her to leave, she decided to give him some relief. “Don’t worry, I ‘m sure Mike is down for the count. No way he’s waking up before ten or eleven this morning.” She watched the face of the old man relax a bit. “But, to answer your question, no, I went to Diane’s place and she took me to Reeks, we got a hundred rock. I was soaking wet in beer and only had on a Tee shirt. I had to get some dry clothes and think about things. We killed an hour or so before I came here.” Doug took off his pants and shorts; stepping toward the bed he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He spooned behind Skeeter, his arm encircling her waist, he fingers stroked the remains of her once beautiful red hair. He felt her let herself flow against him the way that a woman can do. It made Doug feel proud to be there for her, to be her man, even if it was only for a short time. “Well since it sounds like your old man is going to be pissed off anyway, I think I gonna fuck his old lady. What do you say; think you can earn another trip to town?” Skeeter rolled over, her face inches from his own, eyes locked onto his, she reached with both hands for his cock. “No baby, I want to put on the rest of your uniform?” Doug took her hand and helped her roll over until Skeeter lay on her stomach. She put both her hands in the small of her back and held them in place. Doug secured each wrist to a silver chain with heavy duty cable ties, weaving the excess through the chain so the ends wouldn’t be jabbing her. He then unlocked the small padlock that held the collar on and slipped the chain over the lock before re-locking the collar together again. He gave her a playful slap across the ass, “OK now let me watch you suck my dick.” It was a bit awkward but Skeeter managed to scoot down the bed trailing wet kisses on his body as she went. She knew he was in no hurry so she laid her head on his stomach and sucked his cock like a baby with a pacifier. Sucking dick was like riding motorcycles, it gave you time to think. While her mouth was full of Doug her mind was full of Mike. She figured he might be coming out of his sleep any time now. She tried to figure where he would go first, while she earned her next ride to town. She picked up the pace as an idea formed in her mind. Doug felt his dick grow as Skeeter blew life back into it; if he was going to get in that pussy he was going to have to stop this pretty damn quick. He pulled her sucking face from his dick. “Okay, Babe get up on your knees, ass in the air, head on the bed.” Skeeter assumed the position, while the old man got up and came around to mount the bed behind her. “You are one fine looking woman Skeeter. I think your little pussy is the best looking one I’ve ever seen. You should paint me a picture of it, I’d buy it that’s for sure.” He didn’t say it but what really impressed him was how nice and wet she was. Doug pushed inside finding her hot and ready. He knew she was just a whore but by God she sure made her own juice and women couldn’t fake that. Could they? He really wasn’t sure but he liked to believe that they couldn’t fake everything. He had two things he had come to believe was true about women and sex. One, they couldn’t fake juice. Two, their toes curled when they came. After sixty-five years, three marriages and one longtime shack-up, that was his total understanding of women. Skeeter felt him when his orgasm started to rise and she started to get louder in her cries. His breathing was ragged and heavy, peppered with grunts. She began to match his sounds with her own, both of them rising in intensity. He grabbed her arms and used them like a handle to lever himself into her body. Damn, she thought, the old fart was fucking her for all he was worth. Her hands behind her back, made it hard for her to do anything but take it, but she cried out encouragement, and pushed back on his rampaging cock. As the big wave of his orgasm swept through him, she could feel him swell inside her. She felt the hot fluid as it sprayed her insides. She squeezed down on the dick and cried out. She didn’t say anything, just made a noise, kinda like expelling the air from your lungs and then instead of stopping you kind of let it turn into a soft moan. Guys loved it. Doug had his eyes opened when he came and he just happened to be watching her toes when she seemed like she was coming. They did not curl under. They stayed relaxed and straight. He could hear her orgasm in her cries but her toes told another tale. He was an old man, he knew that, and he knew she was a young woman. He was no fool but he wished she could’ve fooled him a little better. Then again what man knows when his woman is fooling him? Maybe the fact that the woman cared enough about her partner’s feelings to try and fake her satisfaction should be what is important. Even as the thought passed through his mind he could feel her clinching her muscles like a woman who had just cum. She did it very well too, if he hadn’t seen her toes he would’ve thought he had done a fine job of fucking the girl. In reality she had done a fine job of fucking him. His bubble had been popped, the feeling had changed. Before he pulled out he reached to the shelf by the bed and got the nail clippers. He cut the cable ties holding her hands and unlocked the collar. He rubbed her back while his dick softened inside of her, but he could feel her impatience building. He pulled out and lay across the bed spooning with her again, arm around her, something had been bothering her all morning. He lay beside her and waited for her to tell him what was wrong. After a moment she rolled over to face him, for a moment they just lay there looking in each others eyes. “I think I’m gonna leave Mike,” she said. Skeeter Bate's Great Escape Ch. 02 Doug’s mind leaped ahead and wondered if she wanted to move in with him. Even as he thought it, he knew it wouldn’t work. But wouldn’t it be nice if they could make it work. His mind was chasing itself in circles. He lived in a storage shed for Christ’s sake, why would anybody want to live with him? He wished he had more to offer. When he didn’t say anything she continued. “I could go down south and stay with Julio and Stacy. They said that they could get me in a rehab down there. Maybe I could get a job.” “Are you sure you want to leave Mike? I’ve seen you leave him more than a few times already and you always go back.” He watched her as she considered what he was asking. And then as if she they had not been talking, totally dismissing the subject of Big Mike. “You ready for a hit?” She asked reaching over him to the table and got the pipe and a rock. “You take the first one,” Doug said and then went on talking. “You know I have been telling you for some time you should leave Mike. I think he treats you like shit but then again you do him pretty bad too.” He watched her hit the pipe. “I just would hate to see you use up your one way out and let him pull you right back into the shit.” Somehow the fact that she was burning her getaway money in a crack pipe didn’t bode well for her making it very far toward rehab. “How would you get down there?” he asked. Skeeter handed the pipe and the last rock to him as she answered. “I would sell his truck and use the money to buy a bus ticket.” Doug almost choked, he was glad she hadn’t waited until he was hitting the pipe to say that. “Fuck Skeeter, he would kill you if you did some shit like that. He loves that old piece of shit truck.” He loaded the pipe, “Maybe more than he loves you.” He took his hit. “I gonna sell it to Reek, I’ll get my money and Mike can buy his truck back from Reek. But if I’m going to do this I need to do it fast before he gets to hunting me today.” Doug thought she had a point, if she was going to leave she should do it while he was still out. Mike was a mean man sometimes and he would not take kindly to losing his woman or his truck. There was no way that losing both was not going to push him past what flimsy self control he possessed “Skeeter I hope you know what you’re doing. I mean you best be playing for real when you start fucking over Mike like that. You damn well better get out of town if you start this.” “I know Doug, I am serious about trying to turn my life around but I need you to follow me to town and then give me a ride to MC’s place. Mike would never think to look for me there. I’ll get my bus ticket and wait at MC’s until time to leave.” She looked so earnest, how could he tell her no? “Yeah I’ll follow you to Reeks and take you wherever you need to go. I just hope you have thought this through. Damn it Skeeter, Mike is going to hurt you if he finds you. Hell he might hurt me too. I just hope you know what you’re doing, that’s all.” Skeeter was touched by the very real concern in Doug’s voice and demeanor, she almost felt bad about lying to him, almost. “Don’t worry Doug, if anybody knows what Mike is capable of, I’d be the one. I ain’t gonna do nothing stupid. I just need a good running start and this will give it to me. Don’t worry, this is going to work out just fine.” Skeeter started getting dressed, she had had a lot of practice, and it only took a moment. Doug was still pulling on his shirt when she opened the door and stepped outside. She was far enough ahead that there was no talking when Doug followed behind her. She realized as she got in the truck that she had forgotten to disconnect the battery when she had parked it this morning. Praying that the truck would start she hit the key. The battered old wreck roared to life. She yelled over the loud exhaust noise to Doug, who was getting into his old dodge pickup. “See you at Reek’s place.” She backed out of the yard and turned down the sandy road. The light on the trees harsher now, the sun casting shadows so dark against the brightness that there was no texture, all the softness was gone. Doug was lost in her dust, out of sight behind her. When Doug turned off the paved road onto the heavily traveled small trail that led to Reeks, he saw the same three kids sitting on their bikes; one had a cell phone to his ear and was talking. Doug waved as he passed but none of them returned it. When he pulled up in front of the shack, Skeeter had already disappeared inside. He pulled out his kindle and started to read, she would be out soon enough, he would just wait in the truck. Suddenly the front door opened and Skeeter stalked out with a tall skinny black man close behind her. Skeeter reached the truck first and reached inside and turned the key. The engine started right up, the thundering exhaust made it hard to talk so Skeeter walked to where Reek stood. They talked for several minutes, the exhaust noise drowning out their words but not their hand gestures and body language. After a heated discussion the two of them went back inside the shack. The truck was still running when one of the bike riding kids rode up, threw his bike into the back of the pickup and jumped under the wheel and drove it away. Doug went back to reading his book, Skeeter might be sweetening the deal inside, she was just doing her job, he was willing to give her a few minutes. Reek had never liked Big Mike, he was a racist bigot from way back. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Mike had a white hood in his closet somewhere. He took a special satisfaction from watching that asshole’s wife suck his black cock. He smiled as he thought about the redneck having to come asking around for his old piece of shit truck. Reek considered the two hundred dollars of crack, he was going to give Skeeter when she finished, as cheap for the fun he was going to have with that cracker. “That’s right, suck that dick like you love it. You know you love that black cock, don’t you?” He wished he had made her strip before she started but it was too late now, maybe next time. Skeeter’s mouth was way too full to talk so she just grunted something that sounded affirmative. She knew he was getting close when he grabbed her head and started trying to force it down her throat. He was too big for her to take that way, she managed to wrap her hand around the base and use it to stop the cock from going too deep. Moving her hand in a twisting motion, letting her slobber run down the shaft, making her hand as hot and wet as her mouth. She jacked him off while she sucked his cock , wanting him to hurry and cum in her mouth. Skeeter was still taken by surprise when the cock spewed the hot cum into her mouth. She slowed her sucking but kept her hand going slowly up and down the throbbing shaft of hot meat. The tall black man seemed to freeze as he rose up on his toes, her sucking and swallowing driving him to the edge of so-good-I-can’t-stand-it, not stopping until she had drained him.. She slid her mouth off his dick and stood up, her hand out, palm up. “Damn, girl, goddamn that was some good head, sure enough seriously damn good head, I mean.” Reek reached into his shirt pocket and gave Skeeter two small plastic bags. “Okay bitch, you done held up your end of the deal. Call me when that’s gone and we’ll see what else you got to trade.” Talking while she worked, Skeeter said, “I doubt you’ll see me again for a while. I’m leaving town.” She stashed half of one bag into the other, putting the larger bag in her bra, she cupped the smaller bag in her hand. “Good bye,” she turned and walked out the door. “Yeah, you’ll be back. You know you will.” Reek’s words followed her as she crossed the yard and climbed into Doug’s truck. Doug stashed his kindle in the glove-box and cranked the truck, slipping it into reverse just as Skeeter shut her door. Soon as he had the truck headed back toward the paved road, Skeeter held out her hand, showing the fifty dollars or so of crack. “You gonna have a hard time trading that shit for a bus ticket.” Doug offered a thin smile, thinking that Skeeter was going to have to pay a terrible price for the pleasure those few rocks might be able to give her. Skeeter laughed at the concern in Doug’s voice, confident and sure of her self, she said, “Come on Doug, don’t be such a bummer, I mean, Jesus Christ, can’t I say thank you for all your help this morning?” Nothing was said for a moment, so Skeeter continued, “Turn left and head back toward town.” It seemed to Doug that the two kids on bikes smirked at him, their hard young eyes following them as they drove by. What kind of men would they grow up to be? Doug made the turn and then turned to look at Skeeter. “Skeet baby, I don’t think you are doing yourself any favors by hanging around here, not after what you have done this morning and last night. Mikes gonna have blood in his eyes. He’s gonna hurt you and I don’t mean in a small way. I’m worried about you sugar, I’m scared about what he might do to you.” Skeeter was a little moved by the old guy’s sincerity. “Doug, listen, Mike is my problem. I can handle him. Don’t worry about that. What you do have to worry about is, how are we going to smoke this crack without a stem?” Doug looked at Skeeter as if he was having trouble deciding if she was crazy or just didn’t give a damn about nothing, not even her own life. She was smiling at him as he worried over her. What the fuck, it was her life. Maybe she was right and she could handle Mike. “I’ll stop at Co Co’s and get a brown bag special,” he told her. Silence filled the cab of the truck until Doug pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store. “You need a drink or anything?” he asked as he got out of the truck. Skeeter shook her head and asked if she could borrow his phone again. Doug tossed the phone through the window to her and walked inside. A long line stood at the check-out counter where a single young clerk tried to sell lottery tickets to a woman who knew all her numbers. When Doug finally got to the cashier he asked for a brown bag special. The clerk turned to his side and put a rose, a small plastic rose inside of a glass pipe four inches long, in a small brown paper bag, he then put in a scouring pad and a Bic lighter. He brought them to the counter with the bag wrapped shut at the top. Doug gave him four dollars and walked from the store. A white Ford Ranger had pulled up next to his now empty truck, Skeeter was standing by the passenger door of the Ranger ready to get inside. Doug tried to hide his surprise when Skeeter started to talk. “Hey Doug, I left something for you on the seat. Hardy here is going out by M.C.’s and offered to give me a ride.” Skeeter had to shout as Hardy cranked his Ranger up, another bad muffler. Hardy turned to look at Doug, a smirk on his face, knowing that he was stealing the pussy. Skeeter was finishing her farewell speech. “I’ll call you when I get settled. Thanks.” She shut the door, the noise got louder and a cloud of smoke erupted from the rear of the little truck and they were gone. Doug watched the small truck as it roared away down the smoky road. Par for the course, he thought. He climbed into his truck and found a folded piece of paper, hoping that it might be a note from Skeeter he almost spilled the crack when he picked it up. A blank sheet of her little notebook she carried, no writing, just three chunks of crack, maybe thirty bucks worth. He headed for home the crack in his shirt pocket and the brown bag on his seat. He was at risk if he should happen to be stopped. He buckled his seat belt, though he never wore one normally, and thought about Skeeter. She had started this ball of shit rolling last night, so far she had beat Mike out of all he had and then got clothes from Diane. Then she sold Mike’s truck to the dealer. Both of them could be after her ass before lunch today. Now, Doug thought, she had taken all he had to spend and was moving on to the next in line. She was quick and resourceful as she worked, and she worked all the time. It didn’t matter if she was working her ass or turning a drug deal, but she was always working. Being a crack whore is a full time job. She was willing to sell her ass but she really seemed to be just fucking the guy she was working with at the time. It never felt like she was a whore. She was fun to be around. He missed her all the way back to his little shack. He missed her while he smoked her crack. He worried about her and missed her, like a father as well as like a lover. Deep inside he knew she would make it, she always did. Skeeter was just like that, she always made it somehow. He missed her.