Julie
Chapters 3 and 4
Chapter Three
Julie sat on the leather couch and the secretary shouted, “Not there, you filthy--“ Julie jumped up and looked around. A bare anteroom to the side held a rank of pink-bowed wood chairs. One was occupied by a ho who stared at her.
“Get away.” The secretary scrubbed the leather seat with paper towels.
Julie sat in the anteroom, a few seats from the ho. She corrected herself. From the other ho.
“What are you looking at?” the ho asked angrily.
“Nothing.” Julie dropped her eyes.
“Hey!”
Julie looked up and the ho stuck out her tongue and giggled. Julie dropped her eyes.
It was a long wait. Julie picked stuff off her legs as it dried. She kept her privates covered with her other hand. Her breasts itched but she didn’t dare scratch. The administration offices were cooler than the classroom and her skin formed goosepimples. She wished she had something to read. She had an F in geometry, her first F ever. Ever! And she was miserable for it. She couldn’t see the clock, but knew by the bells she was missing English, her favorite class.
She’d been looking forward to taking biology next year. Butterflies and their coloration and intricate patterns fascinated her. Butterflies and moths. She didn’t think biology under Mr. Trakis would be that much fun, considering her current state.
Most hos never graduated, though some did, a few even went to college. Those who had it worst were the secret hos, those girls who thought they could do it and no one would find out. Someone always found out and during assembly they were denounced, their accuser usually some poor innocent boy who’d been tempted by the wanton sinner to join her in lustful acts. These girls were stripped and shamed before the whole school, two assemblies worth of entertainment so that all 2,000 plus students could participate and know.
Those hos usually were too shamed to come back the next day. It was the same for girls who became pregnant, and even if they’d wanted to, those hos couldn’t stay in school once it was that obvious.
Faggots got it worst. They were beaten and driven forth. Julie didn’t like faggots, no one did. Being a faggot was unnatural.
“Mr. Strong will see you now.”
Julie looked up and the secretary pointed to her left. Julie rose, passed by the ho who scowled at her and then winked. Mr. Strong’s door was open.
“Come in. Sit down. Let’s see.” He flipped through papers. “Julie Lester. Julie.”
A wood chair with a pink bow was set in front of his large wood desk.
Mr. Strong left his seat and closed the door. He returned to his seat and smiled at her.
Since she was a ho anyone could use her, even the principal. She swallowed, stopped scratching her breast, and put both hands in her lap.
“No longer a virgin I can see.” He tossed the papers to the side. “What’s the date?”
“May fifth.”
“Tuesday.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What year?”
“197 BR.”
“That’s right. Before Rapture. What’s the other date?”
“Thirty-two AR, sir.”
“After the Revolution. Yes.” He put his hands together as in prayer, opened them and set them flat on the desk. “After the Revolution.”
She swallowed and this time he heard her. “Relax.”
He said nothing for a minute and she really wanted to scratch but couldn’t. “Is it what you expected? It never is.” He didn’t wait for her answer. “There’s a lot to learn. Your lot in life, as a woman and now a whore. How to best practice your profession, the oldest known. Eve’s daughter.” He stood and walked around the desk and stood by her. “Untouched, virginal, now dross.” He stroked her cheek. “Ask me.”
“Sir?” His finger stroked her cheek. She scratched her breast, dropped her hand back into her lap.
“Ask me.”
“What do you want me to do, sir?”
“A lot to learn. Go ahead and scratch.” He left her and sat on the couch behind her.
Julie didn’t dare now that he’d seen her do it once. She knit her fingers together. The backs of her hands were moist with boy stuff.
“I was born twenty years before the revolution, had experienced much of the unsanctified life. And now thirty-two years. I’ve watched you kids create a tiny microcosm of adult life and dilemmas. Answer me. Are there any bad boys?”
Julie thought. “Faggots?”
“Faggots is correct. One of the many faces of lust. Is Alexander a bad boy?”
Was the principal calling Alexander a faggot? “No, sir. I don’t think so.”
“I don’t think so, either. You shouldn’t let him make you do something you don’t want to do. Shouldn’t let anyone.”
“But--“
“You’re a whore. I know. Surely you’ve heard of Mary Magdalene.”
“Yes, sir.” Julie couldn’t see the point he was making. Mary was a housewife who followed Christ.
“In some versions of the Bible she is called a whore.”
“No!” Julie turned to Mr. Strong. “She wasn’t.”
“No, you’re right. She wasn’t, was she? That’s one of the errors the Revolution corrected. What then made you choose to be--“
“I don’t know, sir.”
“You weren’t forced?”
“No, sir.”
“Of your own free will?”
Yes, sir.”
“You’ve never, no it’s plain you haven’t. Why not be a tease?”
“I want . . . I wanted . . . I don’t know, sir.”
“Your parents could send you to private school. No one need know. It’s not on your record yet.”
“I don’t think so, sir.” Her parents were devout. They might decide to move because everyone would know. Or they might send her away. But even then she couldn’t hide what she’d become.
“Face the desk.” She turned away from him. Nothing was said for several minutes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sure that this is what I am.”
“What or who? There’s a difference.”
She didn’t see the difference. “What I am, sir.”
He passed her and sat at the desk. He made a note on a paper, tossed it and the pen to the side. “Go ahead and scratch your goddamn tit.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes. She’d not often heard someone use the Lord’s name in that way. But it was true. She scratched.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
She looked up at him and at his smile. She put her hand back in her lap.
“If you ever, I mean that, ever have any problems come straight to me. Anything. You can tell me anything,” he had to look at the sheet, “Julie. What I do in cases like yours is team you up with a mentor, someone who can help you find your way. You’ll be attending classes with her this week. Don’t worry, your absence from your classes is permitted. Crissi should have been here, but I guess she was detained.” He smiled. “You can wait for her. Do you ride the bus? Let’s see. I think Denise is on your bus. Would you want to go home with her tonight? Put off the inevitable? No. Then I guess that’s all. There’s not much more I can tell you.” He folded his hands. “Any last words?”
“Thank you?”
“That’ll do.” He held the door open for her.
Julie stood and there was a sucking sound when she left the chair. She itched worse than ever and she couldn’t raise her eyes.
“Those freckles look cute, Julie.” He winked at her and she looked back down. “Tell Mrs. Saunders I want to see her.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mrs. Saunders was out of her chair as soon as she saw Julie, heading toward Mr. Strong’s office with a wad of tissue.
Julie sat a few seats from the ho, looked up when Mr. Strong stood in the entry. “Crissi. You’re to take on Julie here and show her the ropes this week.” He turned to Mrs. Saunders by his side. “I asked you to tell me, Martha.”
“I didn’t know.” Mrs. Saunders waited with more tissues.
Julie followed Crissi out into the hall.
“Evil bitch,” Crissi said. She grinned at Julie. Crissi had brown eyes, black bushy brows and short blonde hair. She was pretty, slender with a shape Julie had always envied because it wasn’t her own. Two boys whistled as they passed. “Busy,” Crissi said to them. “Catch you another time.” She took Julie’s hand. “We’re late for gym. Boy’s gym.” Crissi winked. “So you like to fuck, do you?”
“Not really.” Julie stopped scratching. “It hurts.”
“Poor girl. Then you just watch.”
Chapter Four
Julie said goodbye to Crissi, watched her walk through the crowd of students by the school buses. Crissi was remarkable to say the least. Julie got onto the school bus, tried to ignore the bus driver’s leer, and sat in her usual seat. This morning how she’d face her parents was a long time off. Now she’d be home in forty minutes and her mom would see her evident fall from grace. Her little daughter was a sinner.
“Ow.” She rubbed the back of her head and turned in her seat.
“Fucking whores sit in the back of the bus.” The good girl next to the speaker kept her eyes averted.
Julie didn’t bother arguing, got up from her seat, carried her book bag to the back. Most of the girls didn’t look at her directly, most of the boys did. A few even said stuff which she ignored. The back seats were empty; she chose the one on her right and took it.
When she looked up several boys were looking at her.
Crissi had told her she needed to learn to not let everyone walk over her. She didn’t need to do anything she didn’t want to do. While it might be possible to be chaste for the rest of her high school years, boys generally didn’t take no for an answer. Men were even worse. Some were a lot worse. Denise’s father let his poker buddies fuck her which was pretty creepy. Denise was okay, Crissi said, even if she was a little strange.
Crissi told her if she could, Julie should find a steady boyfriend. Crissi herself enjoyed gym class and a shower room full of hot smelly boys.
“I’m not interested right now,” Julie said to the boys on the bus. “Maybe sometime later.”
A blond boy got up and sat on the other back seat. “What’s your name?”
Several of them leaned over their seat backs to try to see more of her.
“Julie.” She kept her hands in her lap. There were times when she forgot she was naked, and then moments like now when she was all too aware. She knew she wasn’t a centerfold, didn’t like how her stomach had a couple of folds when she sat down, like now. And her breasts weren’t shapely. And she wasn’t pretty.
“Julie.” The blond boy said her name slowly. “Julie, I like to know the name of the girls I fuck.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
“Why wait?” Several of the other boys agreed.
“I’m tired,” she yawned, “and besides you haven’t told me your name.”
He grinned at her. “Tom.” The other boys started laughing.
“I don’t fuck Tom’s on Tuesdays.” Julie looked out the window to her left.
Everybody was expecting something to happen but nothing did. The bus engine started as the last person got on. Denise walked slowly toward the back of the bus. “You’re in my seat, Perry.”
“Today’s your lucky day, slut,” he said to Julie. “My name’s not Tom.”
“Fuck off, Perry.” Denise sat across the aisle from Julie. “We haven’t been formally introduced.”
“Julie.”
“Hi, Julie. My name’s Denise.” Her smile was artificial. “So you’re the new girl on the block. God knows we need another ho on this bus.”
“Hey, Denise,” someone shouted. “Suck my dick.”
“Get yourself a tease. I don’t suck tiny cocks.” Denise grinned at Julie. “The boys on this bus are a shy lot.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Casting their whatnots before us swine. Let go of me, asshole. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” Denise turned back to Julie. “Alexander said you were going to be at his party tonight.”
“I told him no.”
“But you’ll be there.” Denise didn’t blink, gave a smile. “Really you should.”
“No.”
“You’ll be sorry.” The bus hit the bump and several kids squealed. “God, I miss not getting fucked at that spot.” Denise turned to Julie. “You know how to give the car behind us a thrill? Watch.”
Denise stood and pressed her breasts against the glass of the rear door. She wiggled and squirmed against the door, licking the glass. Jerry grabbed her. “Fuck off, will you.” She slapped his hands away, turned to Julie and winked. “Your turn.”
“I’m shy.”
“I said, Fucking your turn. Now.” Denise pulled Julie to her feet and pushed her against the door.
Julie’s side of her face was pressed against the door, her hands held down by her sides.
“I think you made everyone in the car barf. Bad girl.” Denise shoved Julie into the door and pressed. “Back off boys.” Denise spun Julie so she faced the front of the bus and thrust her over a seat back.
Julie couldn’t breathe. “Hold her,” Denise said. Julie felt others grab her to hold her still or to feel her.
A heavy weight fell on top of Julie. It was Denise. “Her ass only. I’ll get you wet. Whoever fucks me can finish on her hair. That’s a good girl.” Denise patted Julie’s rear.
“I don’t want to, let me go.” Julie tried to squirm free.
“I think this bus has a mouse on it. Hear it squeaking?” Denise slapped Julie’s ass. “Fuck her right here.”
Julie cried as she felt like she was being cut in half over the seat back. Denise squirmed on Julie’s back as they both were fucked. Julie’s ass hurt with a deep inside raw hurt. First one, then another, and another. Denise too, with them squirting on the back of Julie’s head.
“I can’t breathe,” Julie shouted. She heard the bus stop and front door open. “This is my stop.”
Denise climbed off her. “Who said you could stop fucking her. In the ass. So it hurts.”
Julie tried to get away but she was being held down from above. “I want to get off. Stop.”
“Oh stop if she’s going to sulk. You can fuck me.” Denise said into Julie’s ear, “Sweetheart, you’re going all the way with me. To the end of the line. Then we do the bus driver and he takes us home.”
“I want to go home.”
“You will after Clarence splits you wide open. Our Clarence has a massive cock.”
Julie tried to buck free. Denise was being fucked close by, screaming as usual.
“I can’t breathe like this.”
Someone’s fingers invaded Julie’s cunt. “Find something we can stick in here.”
When the bus dropped Julie off it was close to five. She was so mad she was trembling all over. All of that and then Denise was apologizing to Julie after giving Clarence a blowjob. Denise was crying, babbling about her drunk father and stuff that Julie didn’t really want to hear.
“Fuck.” It felt good to say it. “Fuck.”
And she was supposed to ride the bus tomorrow morning like nothing had happened. Let a bunch of -- she couldn’t think of a good adjective -- boys fuck her. None of the day so far had been like she’d really imagined.
It was two blocks to her home and all the neighbors were getting a show except no one was outside and there weren’t any cars. They’d all know in a day or two. Fun for Mom and Dad. Mom was waiting at home; dad wouldn’t be home from work until close to seven.
Julie went in the front door hoping her mom would be in back, in the kitchen. Her mom was in the living room, reading.
“I don’t want to hear about it,” Julie said.
“Stop right there. What do you think--“ Her mom stood, eyes dropping to Julie’s feet and rising slowly. “Thou unclean vessel of lust. How dare you? After all we’ve--“
“I’ve had a long day, Mom.”
“I didn’t raise you to be this.”
“To be what?” Julie asked. She waited a minute, turned and went upstairs. Unclean vessel of -- fuck. She thought her mom would at least try to understand.
Julie closed her bedroom door, left the book bag on the floor and fell onto her bed. She really hurt. She was afraid to look or touch herself. She was sure she was bleeding if not worse.
The phone rang and Julie ignored it. Her mom knocked at the door. “Reverend Fox’s son will be by at eight to pick you up. He called earlier.”
“I’m not going.”
“Does he,” there was a short pause, “know?”
“Alexander fucking well knows because he fucked me in the hall outside geometry and I’m not going. Tell him to fuck off.”
“I can’t just -- whatever has gotten in you?”
“I need to take a bath.”
“Julie?”
Julie ignored her mom and started a bath. She shut the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked a mess. Covered with boy yuck, but no bleeding showed. She soaked in the hot bath water, washed her hair, washed all over, touched herself, there, where Crissi had showed her, but didn’t really feel like it so she stopped.
She lay in bed dozing, woke to hear her parents arguing downstairs, woke again when the doorbell rang followed by angry knocking on her bedroom door.
“Fuck off,” she shouted.
When she woke at two a.m. the house was quiet. She went downstairs, made a sandwich and took one of dad’s beers, and carried them upstairs.
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Chapters 1 and 2 | Chapters 3 and 4 | Chapters 5 and 6
Chapters 7 and 8 | Chapters 9 and 10 | Chapters 11 and 12
Chapters 13 and 14 | Chapters 15 and 16 | Chapters 17 and 18
Chapters 19 and 20 | Chapters 21 and 22 | Chapters 23 and 24
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