1 comments/ 31429 views/ 1 favorites Lucy: Speakeasy Visit By: caprine [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other places, events, and persons, are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** I was apprehensive, to say the least. The year was 1936, and it was a warm, humid, night, unusually so for so early in the year. The new, maroon, Cord 812 Cabriolet (convertible) eased to a stop at the curb, its exhaust burbling in a low growl. I was just eighteen years old and had and had managed to sneak away from the house to go out with the dashing dandy and playboy by the name of Wayne Edmington Van Sythe, the Third at the wheel. Now, despite his name, Wayne was a real stud back then. He was in his mid twenties with an athletic and very fit body. Broad of shoulder and chest, he was muscled but well toned. And with a chiseled, handsome face, he could and did sweep any girl he wanted off her feet in seconds. He was dark and swarthy with smoldering eyes. Wayne was six feet, two inches tall and he carried himself very erect with all the confidence in the world. And, as I would discover later in the evening, he was extremely well hung. When stimulated, he became a satyr in sexual lust and desire. And believe me, it didn't take much stimulation at all to set him off. My name is Lucy, the rest is unimportant. I'd not dated yet without a chaperone, and then only twice. Young girls, at least some of us, were under much more strict parental control back then than they are now. I wasn't allowed to date at all before the age of seventeen. The first time was to a school Christmas party. The second was to a summer church picnic. Each time was with both my parents as our chaperone/chauffeur and at least one of them was never out of sight of the two of us. Some date! Be that as it may, I was, from time to time, allowed to go to the corner deli all by myself to pick up lunch for Momma and me. One noontime, I was on that exact errand. At the deli, I had picked up our order and had just paid for it when in walked Wayne. We had never met, but I knew who he was. I caught his eye immediately. And I have to say, I was then, somewhat of an eye catcher, if I do say so myself. Not so true any more now at age 85, but then, that's another story. I stood five feet, five inches tall in bare feet. Back then, I was a naturally curly, natural brunette. For my tender age, I was a well developed 36C with complementing waist and hips and a tight, sweet, little ass, or so many had told me. My hazel brown eyes could smolder at least as well as Wayne's eyes. Both men and women had commented from very early on, much to my embarrassment, about what an angelic and beautiful face I had. Because of my strict upbringing, I was primly dressed, but Mamma and Papa had not caught on yet that the top was getting a bit small for my growing figure and it was quite evident that my chest was well developed. The light chemise did little to contain my bulging globes unhindered by a brassier. And the nipples. Wow. Though they didn't jut through like tent stakes, there was no denying that nipples lay there waiting to be discovered. My upbringing may have been strict, but that didn't mean that I knew nothing of the birds and the bees or that I had no sexual feelings or drive. In fact, I was quite well aware of both, and if Papa had ever found some of my sex toys (quite primitive by today's standards) I carefully kept hidden away, I would probably still be locked behind the doors of a convent! My hormones were definitely flowing and Wayne somehow tripped my trigger during our encounter. Maybe it was those hormones, maybe his bold attack, or maybe both. I don't know for sure, but he definitely led me across the Rubicon that fateful day. He started it when he said, as he came through the door and came abreast of me, "Won't you please come sit with me a moment over a soda and let me introduce myself to you." Just as pretty as you please, out of the blue, just like that! The way he said come sure seemed to imply cum. Well, I did. Both in my pants and over to Wayne. With an exaggerated flourish, he pulled a decorative, wrought iron chair out from under the wrought iron table and held it for me. With a two handed swish under my butt to smooth my below-the- knee length frock dress under me, I sat and Wayne scooted me under the table. And, it was a table, I noted, off to one side and semi secluded in a corner, behind a stub partition. My first words to him were, "I can't stay very long, Mamma is expecting me back." He replied, "That's ok," as he pulled out a second chair and sat down right beside me. He must have divined something in my eyes, because the first thing he did was place his left hand on top of my right thigh. At the same time he was saying, "You know, you are just about the most beautiful example of womanhood I've seen in a coon's age. What, pray tell, is your name?" As I answered him and we continued talking, Wayne moved his hand from the top of my dress to beneath it on top of my pantaloon covered thigh above the end of my knee socks. The touch of his hand sent electric shocks tingling up my leg to the vicinity of my private region. Surprisingly to me, I made no resistance and did nothing to stop him. With the fingers of his one hand, he quickly undid the ribbon on the end of my pantaloon leg and slid his hand inside to my bare thigh. He slowly caressed my bare thigh, dropping down to the inner thigh and slowly advancing that hand to where my legs joined. And the wonder is, that I still did not try to stop him. "Are you enjoying my hand?" "Y y ye yessss," I gulped and managed to stammer out. "I thought you might," Nervously, I took a very big sip of my soda and Wayne advanced that hand further up under my pantaloon, edging ever closer to my mound of Venus. His touch on my bare skin was incredible and electric. Soft, yet insistent. I opened my legs further for him. He paused and took a big sip of his soda. Then Wayne's hand slipped further, ripping the leg of my pantaloon in the process, to reach his goal, and began caressing my naked nether lips. I shivered, but I still did nothing to stop him. How could I be so brassy bold to allow this? Am I that horny? Am I such a slut as that? I hope no one heard that rip! God, I'm sure glad we're mostly hidden out of sight back here, 'cause it sure must by now be obvious to anyone who looked, what Wayne is up to with his hand. His outer fingers ran up and down my nether lips as his middle finger followed my slit. My thoughts were suddenly muddled as I felt the wetness begin to spread out and around my pussy. That middle finger slowly, ever so slowly, sank down into my slit, picking up lubricant as it did. Sweat began running down the middle of my back and in my arm pits, not to mention down the valley between my breasts. Suddenly, that middle finger stopped right on my little nubbin. Then it began to rub and play with it, moving in small, gentle circles around that sensitive area. My clit telescoped out to its full erect length with a very chubby girth. That seemed to both surprise and please Wayne. He said, "My, my, little darlin', we are going to have to examine and explore this in more detail at another time, soon!" My face was immediately crimson. His middle finger then dropped down a bit and landed right on the entrance to my central core. That finger circled around the entrance several times before plunging into the depths. I was shaking almost uncontrollably by now, giving out low mewing sounds of pleasure. I no longer thought about or cared about who might be observing us. I was lost in lust and passion. Wayne then found my sweet spot (I never knew what that was at the time) and I immediately shuddered into a tremendous orgasm, followed quickly by three more, smaller ones. My God, and I thought I was a shy, "good" little girl, at least in public! I was seeing an entirely new side of myself that I never knew existed until Wayne brought it out into the light of day, literally. And, what dirty things came to my mind and out of my mouth with Wayne! Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wayne withdrew his hand and, placing his fingers in his mouth, one at a time, he proceeded to lick and suck them dry while I watched. He offered the last finger to me, and again surprising myself, I took it in my mouth! It was incredibly sexy, the way he drew the process out and exaggerated it. So was the taste of myself. "Lucy, dear, we still have not explored that treasure chest of yours, have we?" "Oh God, not right now, not right here!" "No, not here and now, but we will have to take care of that, not to mention, me, the next time, won't we?" "Oh, yes," I gushed without thinking. It was then that Wayne asked me to be his date the next Saturday night, three days away. The date would be to a private party downtown. "Well, luckily my parents are going to be out of town all weekend or there would be no way I could get out of the house for any reason, let alone with someone unknown to them and for such a date. I have an aunt coming to stay with me while my folks are gone and she disagrees with my strict upbringing. I think she must've cut a fair swath in her day and I don't see any problem with her about a date." "I look forward to Saturday with eagerness," he replied. So, it was agreed. Wayne would pick me up at seven. As he walked out the shop door to his car, I was in shock at my boldness and at what I'd allowed Wayne to do to me and brazenly so out in public on top of it. This just wouldn't keep. I just had to tell my best friend. We shared everything. When I got back to the house, I received permission from mother to go next door to see Judy. She was my age and in my grade at school. When she answered the door she could see that I was bursting with news of some kind. "Tell me, tell me all of it," she nearly shouted when we finally escaped her parents and were alone in her upstairs room. "Tell you what, Judy?" "Oh, for Pete's sake, Lucy, spill it. I know you're dying to." "I met a guy." "Met a guy? Who? Just met? There must be more." "His name is Wayne." "Oh, come on, Lucy, Wayne how much?" "Wayne van Sythe." "Oh God, not THE Wayne van Sythe?" "Yes." "Well, don't make me pee my pants in suspense. What happened?" "I was in the deli-restaurant earlier getting lunch for Mamma and me and he walked in. I was on my way out. He invited me to sit and have a soda with him." "Just like that? Right out of the blue?" "Yes, right out of the blue." "Then what?" "Then he put his hand on my leg." "He did what? And you just let him?" "Yes." "You hussy, Lucy!" "There's more." "More?" "Yes." "Well, what?" "He put his hand under my dress and under my pantaloon on my bare leg and started moving it up towards, uh, well, you know where." "You slut, Lucy. You little slut. Now you've got my undies getting wet. Surely that was it, right?" "Uhhh n..." "You whore. There's still more?" "Y-yes." "And all this is going on right there in public view?" "Yes." "Oh my God, tell me, tell me." Judy shifted to get her hand inside her panties. She always wore silk panties, unlike my cotton pantaloons my parents forced me to wear. "I'm so damned wet now, I just have to scratch my itch. Now give, Lucy, give." "Well, he got his fingers on my bare girl parts." "You mean your snatch, your cunt." "Y-yes." "Oh, Dear God, I think I'm going to faint. Did he tou..." "Yes, he touched me there. He stroked me 'til I came He also put his fingers in me. I soaked his hand, I was so wet." "God, then what? Come on, tell me!" "Then he pulled them out and licked his fingers clean. All but one." "All but one? What did he do with that one?" He let ME lick that one clean." This all gushed out so fast, I wondered if Judy caught it all. She did--she orgasmed. "Oh my God, Lucy, Oh my God!" "I can't wait for Friday." "Why, what happens Friday, Lucy?" "Oh God, Judy, Wayne asked me out to a private party downtown." "Private? Downtown? Lucy! Are you out of your mind?" How will you get out of the house?" "Yes, to your first question and I'll manage to your second question." "You slut, you, Lucy." "Yes, I know, but I have to get back home now, Judy, Mamma wants some help with chores." "Well, Lucy, you just keep me informed. You've got to tell me everything." "You know I will, Judy." After what seemed an interminably long wait, Friday night finally arrived. My parents had left on their trip and my Aunt was downstairs, reading. I dressed in my best Sunday-go-to-meetin' dress, but with the barest of undies. None of that out-of-date Victorian stuff my parents usually made me wear. I had a brassier and silk panties hidden away but never dreamed I'd get to wear them at all, let alone on a date. After all, this was modern times, the 1930's! My parents would have a conniption fit if they knew I had such garments, especially Papa. Finally, I walked downstairs and into the parlor for Auntie's inspection. She knew what my plans were and approved, the dear. "Very pretty, Lucy, very pretty." "Auntie Sylvie, if anyone asks, I'm at a slumber party at Judy's house." "Yes, dear, I'll remember." Wayne picked me up at the door in his big Cord I described earlier. He bragged about his car on the drive into the city. The big engine, the front wheel drive, the leather seats, the hidden headlights that rotated up when needed, and so on. He really was proud of that car. And, since my Sunday dress was primly conservative with a very high neckline, he chose to keep one hand on my leg underneath my dress, caressing my thigh and panty covered pussy for the whole trip. The panties were wet in less than two minutes. We arrived on North Clark Street and pulled to the curb. We got out and Wayne locked the car before we walked around the corner into an alley and then down a flight of stairs to a basement door. He knocked and a peep hole slid open. Words were exchanged before the door opened and we were ushered in. Now I know, prohibition was over, booze was legal again, and speakeasies were mostly a thing of the past. But, this was a hold over from that earlier era and was now a very exclusive and very private club, maintaining the speak easy illusion, passwords and all. And Wayne was definitely from the very exclusive section of the city. Wow! Inside, it was an art deco decor that would not quit, all shiny black and silver chrome metal and all angles and rectangles. Shiny chrome legs and black cloth bar stools with chrome and etched glass tables and chairs on the floor. A jazz group back on a stage provided the music. Booze was again running freely. A smokey haze pervaded everywhere. We had a drink at the bar and listened to the music for a bit. We even managed to dance for a time. But then Wayne got me up and led me down a side hallway. As we walked a short distance, he said, "I have a private room reserved back here for our own party tonight." Wayne opened the door and we entered the room. I stood dumbfounded, mouth agape. The room contained a huge, and I mean HUGE, round bed, a marble topped, solid oak vanity and stool, a table and four chairs, and a love seat. There was even room for a well stocked, though small, wet bar next to the love seat. The carpeting was wall-to-wall black wool. One of the walls was bordello red flocked wall paper with gold filigree figures. The bed was covered with red satin sheets. Also available, was a private tub/shower bath off the main room. BUT, the topper was, three of the walls surrounding the bed, along with the ceiling directly over the bed, were completely mirror covered! The ceiling mirror appeared to magnify the image considerably. The ceiling not covered by the mirror was a fresco of satyrs and nymphs frolicking in a pastoral scene. "Well, Lucy dear, are you game, or do you want to back out now, before it's too late?" "I-I'm g-g-game." Wayne closed and locked the door. A floor model gramophone sat against the wallpaper. Wayne put on a recording of jazz music. He turned back to face me, paused, and then slowly walked over to me. He took me into his arms. My arms slowly rose until I held him in the same tight embrace. Our mouths crushed together, then opened as we slurped into a wet and mushy frenzy of French kissing. Wayne's hands were all over my ass, first caressing, then kneading, and then caressing again. Then his hands bunched up my dress and ripped off my sparse undies, to work on my now bare ass. More damaged clothing I'll have to make disappear so Mamma doesn't get suspicious, I thought, fleetingly. His fingers found their way into my butt crack and stroked up and down. The finger delved lower as I opened my legs to grant him better access. My pussy was instantly wet and drooling. Those fingers quickly found entrance to my core and plunged into the depths. He stoked my fire to record heat. Wayne started to undo my dress, but I said, "Wait, I'll do it. I have to wear this home and it can't be ripped. Auntie wouldn't say anything, but Mamma would know immediately I'd been up to something if she saw the ripped dress or couldn't find it." So, while I, amazingly unembarrassed, slowly and teasingly stripped, so did Wayne. With my panties already gone, I was left with just my brassier and stockings when I dropped my dress. We watched each other and our mirror images. My God, what has made me into such an uninhibited, bold hussy in the snap of a finger? Then I got my first look at what Wayne carried between his legs. It was big, really big, and long---and really thick. Talk about the proverbial, "hung like a horse," he surely was. Other than babies in the family that I had sat with and diapered, this was the first grown cock I had seen and I was enthralled, fascinated. I just kept staring and drooling. And it was standing at full, bobbing attention. He stepped forward to remove my brassier, his pole of flesh pointing right at me. As he flung the brassier away, Wayne stepped into me again, crushing his rigid pole into my lower belly as we clinched again in a fiery kiss. A small moan escaped my lips as I finally broke our embrace and moved to push Wayne to a sitting position on the bed behind him and got on my knees in front of him. While he fondled my tits and enormous aureole, I stroked his big stick with my two hands. Even so, over half his cock was exposed above my two hands. Although I had never done anything like this for real before, I seemed to instinctively know what to do. I had play acted with a peeled banana in my mouth, but... Wayne jolted upright again. His huge balls hung and swung beneath his gorgeous cock as I grabbed hold of it and went back to stroking and licking. My stud groaned his pleasure of my ministrations. Precum was gurgling out of that one eyed monster as I stroked it and then as though I had done so a thousand times before (which I hadn't, this was the first), I lowered my mouth onto it to take about a quarter of it inside. Though I didn't hesitate to start, I was rather inept at giving a blow job and unable to take any more without choking uncontrollably. "It's not important, babe," Wayne said, "you'll learn eventually." I sucked and stroked away for some time before I felt his cock thicken more and pulse harder. And then, there it was. Wayne unloaded a tremendous load of man cream in my mouth. I was so surprised that I involuntarily swallowed the first big squirt and just as naturally, then swallowed the rest of it as it came in ropy spurts into my throat. Lucy: Speakeasy Visit I told Wayne to climb all the way onto the bed while I sashayed, naked ass swinging, over to the bar for a bottle of wine. I returned to the bed, naked tits proudly and perkily bobbing up and down, climbed on, and straddled Wayne's legs. Impulsively, I poured some wine over his now half erect, one eyed monster and proceeded to lick him clean and dry. I had to use more wine, a couple of times. It wasn't long though, before that huge fuck stick was again twitching at beautiful full mast, erect and proud. I up ended the bottle in my mouth and took a huge slug, choking some and coughing a little. I said, "My turn, big boy, now eat me!" My God, where did those words come from? Such a sudden slut. I hardly recognize myself anymore. Wayne pushed me down on my back and I dumped a large shot of wine all over my mound and nether lips. He then proceeded to do so. Eat me, that is. I got a real tongue lashing from a really magical tongue. He licked and teased up and down my crevice and around my clit until I thought I would go out of my mind. At last Wayne said, "Time to cork the bottle, Lucy!" So saying, Wayne placed his cock head at my love tunnel. While he paused, I poured the rest of the wine all over his cock and my pussy and he immediately "corked my bottle," balls deep. I shuddered with pleasure, but also with the thought, My first time, God, my first time for real cock instead of cucumbers. This is so much better! It's a good thing I broke my maidenhead years ago, learning to ride my bicycle or this first time would have been painful. I dropped the bottle on the floor and grabbed Wayne by his ass and pulled as he thrust. My pussy was stretched so tight, I thought it would break, but it didn't! Boy, Am I ever going to be sore in the morning! Wayne picked up the tempo of his thrusting until his cock was a blur of motion and the slap, slap, slap of his flesh meeting mine was almost one continuous sound. My God, I didn't know fucking the real thing could feel so damned good! Those cucumbers at home felt alright, but this was no comparison. But I repeat myself. My pelvis was moving in the timeless motion of eros, meeting Wayne thrust for thrust. Then, BANG! Wayne exploded with gouts of love cream, stuffing me full. So full that our combined juices flowed out and back down over his cock and my pussy to run in little strings down onto my thighs. I added more pussy juice, in spades, as I shuddered into orgasm right behind Wayne--and then more orgasms in a continuous roll for quite some time. Gott in Himmel, indeed, I was hooked on fucking, then and there. Forever. Wayne pulled out with delicious sucking sounds and collapsed beside me on the bed while we both gasped for air. "Fuck, I want to do that again," I blurted out. "Well, you'll have to give me a minute to catch up first." "You'd better not take too long. I want more cock. Your cock." A few minutes or so later, Wayne got up and ambled over to the bar, his dick's swinging reflection repeated over and over in the mirrors and brought back another bottle of wine. He poured some on his dick and had me lick him clean. Then Wayne pushed me back down on the bed and poured some wine over my pussy and proceeded to lick me dry. Well, that sure did produce another cock bursting erection for Wayne and a burning lust in me for more, so he splashed more wine in my cleavage and proceeded to tit fuck the shit out of my boobs. As his uncut cock head popped out the top of my cleavage, Wayne would dribble some wine on it and I would suck him dry again. It took nearly ten minutes of this for him to build up another wad of cock cream to shoot, but he did, and I swallowed the much smaller offering. We spent the remainder of the night fucking and resting, fucking and resting, until about eight a.m. when I suggested we shower together and get dressed to depart. I grabbed Wayne's cock and, with boobs bouncing, led him into the shower. He patted my ass with both hands all the way. Wow! The shower was a lot of mirrors too. I felt Wayne's cock expand to full timber by the time we stepped into the shower. It grew so hard and big, I nearly lost my grip. Then I did lose it as he spun me around, lathered his hands, and soaped my shoulders down to my boobs. "Ah, such delightful, young fruit. So ripe for the picking." His tweaking of my nipples as he soaped had my lust on the rise again. This only increased as Wayne worked his soapy way down my body to the apex of my legs. His ministrations there had my legs spread and me panting in very short order. I grabbed the soap away from him and went to work on his body. His cock pulsed and grew as I worked my way down to it. I soaped and stroked until he was about ready to shoot. He spun me around yet again and pushed my head down. I felt his cock at my pussy as he grabbed my hips and plunged into it from behind. Soap and cum cream mingled as Wayne quickly shot his load into my core. I jerked and shook in my own climax. "We've got to quit, Wayne, or I'll never get home before my parents get back. That would not do, not do at all." "Ok, I'm about spent anyway," was his retort. So, we finally rinsed off one last time and stepped out of the shower to dry each other off. I had the distinct feeling this was turning into love at first sight for both of us. A good thing in light of what was to happen in a short time. Wayne dropped me off at home at the stroke of eleven a.m. Auntie Sylvie was eating lunch in the kitchen. She took one look at me and said, "Well, I do not know how much "slumber" you got last night, but someone and you, had one hell of a good time and from the glow cumming from you, I would say it was a fucking good time!" Good old Auntie Sylvie, she always cut right through to the heart of the matter--right to the quick of things without mincing words. "Yes" Auntie Sylvie, It was, a fucking good, uh, fucking, that is." I replied. "But please, don't let on to my parents. The very least they would do is kick me out." "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little self about it, sweetie, it will be our little secret, you can bet on it!" "Thank you, Auntie Sylvie, your the greatest!" Aunt Sylvie said, "Really though, I won't have to say a thing. Your sexual glow speaks for itself and you can't really hide it, especially from your mother. I sympathize with you, and someday I may tell you about a time or two from my youth, but now, you had better get thoroughly cleaned up and primped before your folks get home." Well, Papa never really noticed too much, but Momma! She suspected spades, but, surprisingly, said almost nothing. She seemed to be just waiting. With a great deal of conspirital planning, (Auntie Sylvie stretched her visit out for a whole month), Wayne and I got together twice a month for the next three months. And then, the tension filled waiting was over. I missed my next three periods after those three months of fucking and just knew what the reason must be. So, I confided to mother all that had transpired from my first night with Wayne. Mother just nodded sympathetically in that gentle, motherly, "been there, done that," fashion and said, "Well, Lucy, we are going to have to get you to a doctor for confirmation, one way or the other." Of course, I was very pregnant, with of all things, as it later proved, triplets! Papa could no longer be kept in the dark now, so Momma told him one night. (ALTERNATIVE ENDING STARTS HERE) Surprisingly, Papa took the news a lot better than I thought he would. I think Wayne's social standing and financial standing might have mollified his thinking to some extent. Momma told me about it the next morning after he left for work. I didn't get up and go downstairs until he had left, I couldn't face him yet. Well, the short of it was, Wayne was "invited" over and daddy met him at the door- with a shotgun! Really! Mother was mortified, but daddy was kidding, mostly. But we didn't know that right off. I thought Wayne was gonna die on the spot without a shot having to be fired. Papa lowered the gun just a little, and in a gruff voice, asked a thoroughly subdued Wayne, "My boy, what are your intentions toward my daughter?" "Oh, honorable, sir, entirely and totally honorable, sir! We love each other, passionately!" "So it would seem." Thus it was that Wayne and I were married November 25, 1936. We celebrated our sixty-fifth anniversary before he passed away, a year later, ten days before our sixty-sixth. We raised the triplets, three boys, and the twin girls that came along later, during our marriage. Wayne was just getting involved in international shipping when we married and he made a fortune in it, starting with the war that descended on us a few years after our marriage. Wayne left me with an estate worth 375 million dollars, which, with judicious investments, is still growing. I have fifteen grandchildren, ten great-grandchildren, and four great-great-grandchildren. Life with Wayne was a sexual paradise 'til very nearly the end, what with Viagra and such. Life has been very, very sweet. Finis ****** ALTERNATIVE ENDING I could hear the explosion clear upstairs in my room. Poppa went through the roof. He stormed out of their room and up the stairs to my room like a tornado in a choking rage. He burst through the door to my room so violently that the latch was shattered and the door slammed into the wall, knocking a hole in the plaster. He was spitting and sputtering in a face purpling rage. I thought sure he would have a heart attack. I cowered on my bed. "On your feet, you slut," he finally managed to yell. "Stand up here, now!" I hesitated. I guess I didn't move fast enough to suit him because he grabbed me by an arm and yanked me out of bed. I fell to the floor, still locked in his grip. Poppa immediately yanked me to my feet. "You slut, you whore," he again screamed at me. Papa ripped off my nightie with his free hand and yelled at my resulting nakedness, "Look at you, you pregnant bitch. You're not fit to live in my house." Mother cringed, crying in the doorway. Poppa slapped my face, very hard. Then he immediately backhanded my face from the opposite direction. I crumpled to my knees. "Get out of my house, you slattern bitch, get out right now." I staggered to my feet and stood in a frozen trance. Poppa slapped me in the face again, drooling from the mouth in his anger. I started for my wardrobe to get some clothes. "Wrong way, slut," Poppa yelled as he again grabbed me by my arm in another bruise making grip. He threw me toward the room door. Mother just managed to back out of the way as I hurtled through and into the wall on the far side, bloodying my nose as a consequence. "You go out just as you are, naked, you whoring bitch." shouted Poppa. "Now get out!" I stumbled down the stairs, barely able to see through my tears. Poppa followed me down, picking up a broom from the hall closest on the way by. He used it to swat my bare butt out the front door, down the porch steps, and all the way out to the sidewalk on the street. "Don't you ever darken my door again," Poppa shouted after me as he gave me one more hard smack on my bare butt with the broom. My public humiliation was complete. Mamma had stewed and waited 'til dawn to finally get the courage to tell Poppa, so the street was almost deserted as the sun lighted my nakedness for all the world to see. But there were people out and about. A couple of cars honked before the local beat cop, who had witnessed my humiliation, could get to me. He removed his uniform jacket and placed it over my shoulders to offer me respite from my humiliation. He took me to the local precinct station. "Do you have anyone to call?" "Yes, I can call my Auntie Sylvie." Auntie came quickly to my rescue with a large, below the knee length coat for me to cover myself. The officer got his uniform jacket back and Auntie took me home. "Poppa will regret this, Auntie, oh how he will regret this." "Please don't do anything rash, Lucy." "We'll see." Auntie went over to our house and talk with Mamma, her sister. Poppa had gone to work by then, so Mamma allowed Auntie to take my clothes and a few other personal items I had asked her to get, and cart them back to me. She then told me I could stay with her as long as I needed to. "That will just be for tonight. I will get a room tomorrow and then look for a job." "What?" Well, it took a long argument, but Auntie saw I would not be dissuaded from my course. So, the next morning, she gave me quite a lot of money to "tide me over" until I got on my feet. She also said I could leave my things with her until I was settled somewhere. The room I ended up renting was in the saloon section of town, though the term tavern had become more popular by then. The room wasn't exactly trashy, but it wasn't far from it. Poppa said I was a slut, well, I'll show him how slutty I can really be. Some of Auntie's money I used to rent the room and some more of it to outfit myself in a truly slutty way. Then I went out on the streets. I picked up my first man within ten minutes and brought him back to my room. A half hour later and fifty-dollars richer, I was back on the street again. In the six hours 'til midnight, I had earned over five hundred dollars. I never looked back. The Johns kept coming, pun intended, and I kept making money hand over, well, over something. My new found sexual cravings had no limits after that. I could fulfill my every carnal craving. I made enough money fast enough to terminate my pregnancy with an abortion by one of the best medical guys in that business, illegal as it was at the time. Wayne? Yeah, Wayne. Well, he searched for me for some time. Auntie would tell him nothing by my request. Eventually, I was arrested enough times and got my name in the papers that Wayne did eventually find me. I brought him back to my room and we had quite a final conversation. That conversation ended something like this. "Lucy, I want to marry you even though my family will disown me. I love you." "I'm sorry Wayne. I have found I enjoy this sex thing you turned me onto entirely too much to be tied to just one man the rest of my life. I like what I'm doing now and I damn well intend to keep on goin it. Period." Needless to say, it was a very unhappy Wayne that left my room. Although I offered, we didn't even have a farewell fuck. I never saw him again. I stayed "in the life" for eighteen years, 'til time had ravaged my body too much and, 'til the effects of aids got me into this hospital. It was a wild ride while it lasted, but now, well now, the doc say the ride is over and time has all but run out for me. But I have no regrets. It was fun while it lasted. Just carve on my tombstone these words, "The happy hooker, she hooked her last one." Finis ****** [Please? Whether you liked or disliked this story, constructive feedback and votes are appreciated and are strong encouragement for authors to keep producing. Which ending do you like best?]