The Pullover
Part One — Preparation for the Cell Called Passive Obedience

Chapters 13 and 14

Sally looked up from her desk. "Jasper sure is taking his time. Your girl needs to learn to turn them over quicker."

"No one has ever complained," I said.

"I bet they haven't. Jasper won't be complaining either, rot his hide anyway. I'm waiting for his report before going to have dinner." She frowned, tossed her pencil onto the desk. "You're free to use that token you didn't return."

I held out my hand. "I'm sorry. I won't be able to."

"Keep it. Why ever not?"

"Do I have to say?"

"I don't pry. But I have to admit you're the first to turn down a free fuck. No, keep it in case you change your mind." She looked past me. "Think she'll work out?"

A short man entered the room. He was stocky with a muscular build, black curly hair. His face looked like those on busts of ancient Roman emperors. I stood.

"Jasper, meet Charlie, Ben's son."

Jasper's face broke into a smile, held out his hand. "I've heard a lot about you." He said to Sally, "Liz talked her head off about her man."

"How'd she do?" Sally asked.

"She's okay." He saw me begin to bristle. "Calm down, son. She's friendly, spirited, a good lay."

"An hour's worth," Sally said.

"I had to explain things. And I made her wash her hair. Someone's jizz was all over her."

I blushed.

Sally ignored me. "Told her the rules?"

"And she repeated them after me. No games and she's smarter than most here."

"Pretty?"

"Very pretty. Blonde, blue eyes, not built but she does well with what she has."

"You'll let everyone know?"

"She'll be popular."

Sally looked at me. "Sit. Looks like you have a moneymaker." She asked Jasper, "Anything else?"

"She'll need someone to bring dinner by, and she needs a safety pin."

"A safety pin?"

"For her dress."

"Take care of it." Sally turned to me. "You can join me for dinner. We have some business first. What do you want to call her?"

"Her name's Elizabeth."

"Most of the girls have monikers. Little Orphan Annie's in seven. All the girls are in cabins with numbers on the door. Cabins with letters are residents or guests. Think about it. Liz is okay, too, or even Elizabeth.

"You want to get some photos, face shots, nudes, whatever. Some of the men have favorites and they like a momento. She can ask for a gift for the photos, but otherwise no tipping or extras. The dollar the customer pays is a package deal. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. One last thing. Liz will be available to anyone here. White or colored, thin or fat, young or old. If you or she is going to have a problem with that, you'd better leave now. Some girls can't abide a colored man or a chink. Others find the exotic exciting."

"Elizabeth has never had a problem in the past." I was remembering that carload of black men. Elizabeth hadn't been any different with them.

"You?"

"No."

"One last thing. Ben, when he's here, gets his pick. What are your feelings about your father and your girl?"

I hadn't thought about it. I had to admit it made me feel a little queasy but that may have been the idea of my father and any woman, even my mother.

"You're taking your time on that one. I'll put her off limits to him."

"Thank you."

"Ready for dinner? I'm famished."

"Yes." I had to stop myself from saying ma'am.

She walked around her desk; I followed her through the kitchen into the main room of the roadhouse.

It was noisy, smoky and the colored lights strung along the walls and posts did little to illuminate the room. Sally led me to a table and we sat facing each other.

"After dinner, take your token and visit Orphan Annie. I think you and she'll get along."

"But . . ."

"Consider it an order, young man. I know you've had your ashes hauled at least once today, right?"

I nodded.

"But I think you'll like Annie." She said to the waiter, "The usual for me and he gets the same."

There were men in suits, well-dressed women, there were men in work clothes and women who dressed simply. Everyone had something to say.

"A lot of the traffic doesn't even stop in here. They get their tokens and head out back."

I turned to her; didn't say a word. She was leading the conversation.

"We'll be busy tonight until three or four. Need a place to sleep?"

"I was planning to sleep with Elizabeth tonight."

"Honey, she won't be done for hours and afterwards she's going to be tired. Besides, I just meant until she's done."

"I would."

"Use my cabin." She tossed a key onto the table in front of me. "It's the one with the big S on the door."

"Thank you." I took the key and put it in my pocket.

"What was that book you were reading?"

"The Charterhouse of Parma."

"Like it?"

"I don't know yet. I have to read it for school."

"A bit advanced for you. What's your age?"

"Sixteen."

"And she's?"

"Fifteen."

Sally studied me for a moment. "Like school?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Make an effort and you'll be rewarded." Someone came and whispered in Sally's ear. Sally said, "No," and the black woman went off quickly.

"I fight fires constantly. Well, what do you think?"

"It's nice."

"Meet your expectations?"

"I don't know."

"Don't worry. It takes a while." She paused. "I'm about to pry. How long you and she been doing this?"

"Several months."

"You don't look or act the type. If she's able, I'd like to see Liz at breakfast tomorrow. You too. She might be too tired. That's okay. We'll run into each other sometime during the day." Sally looked around the room. "Wonder what's taking them so long with dinner? They're busy." She turned to me. "You're sure this isn't bothering you?"

I shook my head. "I have a cold."

She smiled. "Say hi to Annie. You'll like her. She's more sophisticated than most of them out back. Then go to bed. I won't bother you. I'll be up until the wee hours."

"Thank you."

"You're buying my dinner. You realize that, don't you? And tomorrow morning I might have more personal demands."

"I can't."

"You're a man. You can do it. I promise you, it won't kill you. A little bit of experience would be good for you. All you've ever had are young ones like Liz. Right?"

I shook my head. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?" She looked less happy.

"Can't, miss." She frowned. "Do we have to talk about it here?"

"Maybe we'd better, Charlie me boy. No one can hear us in all this clamor. Go on. Explain why you can't."

"I'm too big," I mumbled. My face was beet red, I was sure of that.

"You're too what?"

"Big," I said louder.

"You're what?"

"Big," I shouted.

Sally laughed. "No one is too big."

I was sure people had stopped talking and were watching us. "I'm still a virgin."

Sally watched my face for a moment then began shrieking laughter. Now I knew everyone was watching. "That's what Dot said, but I didn't believe her. You mean you've never . . ."

I shook my head.

"But the stuff in her hair?"

"My treatments. Sometimes Elizabeth goes overboard."

"I bet she does. I didn't think you were the type. Stand up and drop your pants. I want to see this."

"I have to?"

"Do what I say." Sally's voice was stern.

I stood. "Do I have to?"

"Do it." She watched my hands fumble with my belt. "Stop. Sit down."

I sat and stared at her.

Sally grinned as the plates were set before us. She looked to me, said to the waiter, "Jim, meet Charlie. He's pimping the new girl, Liz, in thirteen."

"Howdy do," the waiter said.

I looked up to him. He had red hair, freckles all over his face and ears that stuck out.

Sally said, "Guess what? He's still a virgin."

Jim grinned at me, left.

"Dot said you were to be deflowered on Sunday. I think I'll add a twist."

Chapter 14

Sally thanked me after dinner and sent me on my way, reminded me that Annie was in seven, though any of the numbered cabins were open to a token.

I got my coat and book from her office and went out the back. The yard looked pretty strung with colored lights. I could hear laughter, cars and smell woodsmoke. The wind was from the west.

I wanted to check on Elizabeth and walked to thirteen. The pathways weren't packed, but there was traffic. I followed a group of three men but stopped when I saw they were headed to thirteen. The word must be out about the new girl. All three went in without knocking. I was given a brief glimpse of the lit room before the door shut behind them.

It was too cold to stay out for long. I found Sally's cabin, a modest, clapboarded, neatly painted structure. It was close to the river, away from most of the noise. I left my book inside, checked the stove and went back out.

In a way I felt deserted by Elizabeth. That was foolish but that was my feeling. At least at Clancy's I could chat with the men there and nurse my coca-cola. Sometime during the night I'd have my treatment.

In spite of the pressure, I enjoyed my treatments and the way Elizabeth matter of factly handled or used me. Her lack of fright, her lack of pretension, made me feel better about myself.

I found cabin number seven and knocked on the door. After a moment it opened and the girl said, "What is this? A gentleman?"

She was pretty, dark-haired, with gray blue eyes. In a way she reminded me of Miss Nichols, though of course Miss Nichols would have nothing to do with a place like this.

"How many are there?" she asked. She stared at me.

"Just one," I said.

"Come in out of the cold." She backed from the door, sat on the bed in her black robe. "Could you check the fire for me?"

I added two pieces of wood, warmed up by the stove before turning.

"Let me guess your name. Do you want to chat first or get down to business right away?"

"Chat, I guess."

"Younger than me. Handsome. Is this your first time in a place like this?"

"Yes."

She smiled. "My only bites are love bites. Andrew?"

"Charlie."

"You can sit on the bed with me." Her eyes looked past me as I walked toward her.

I sat next to her, put the token in her hand.

"Thank you," she said. She turned from me, felt along the shelf until she touched a jar. She dropped the token in to join the others. "There. That's taken care of. What would you like to do? After we talk."

I cleared my throat.

She grinned, the tip of her tongue showed briefly between her lips. "As if I don't know. Want to see what I look like?"

She took my silence for yes and stood. She took off the robe and turned slowly. She sat back on the bed and placed her hands in her lap.

She was pretty; it was hard not to stare.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Is she as pretty as me?"

"Prettier, though not everyone might think so."

"You're nice. Is she a good girl and that's why you're here?"

"I'm a virgin," I said.

"Ah." She held the elbow while her finger tapped her chin. "Ah."

"I think I'd better go."

She held my hand. "Am I scaring you?"

"A little."

"So your heart is beating faster. Your thoughts are jumbled." She laughed, took her hand from mine. "You've fallen in love with me." She touched my hand. "Dear boy, you mustn't fall in love with a girl like me. We're fickle."

The door opened.

"We're busy," she said. "Come back in half an hour." The door closed.

"I should go."

"You have to kiss me or I won't let you leave." She waited. Her pale eyes were aimed just to the left of my face.

I leaned toward her, slipped and my hand fell onto her leg.

She laughed, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. She found my lips and we both fell across the bed. One hand took mine and held it to her cool breast.

"I have to go," I said.

She rolled against me, kissed me harder.

The door opened and Sally's voice filled the room. "Well, well. Annie, meet our resident virgin."

"We're getting acquainted now, Sally. He's a nice boy."

"Not so nice, Annie. He has a girl in thirteen."

"I don't believe you." Annie sat up, pulled the robe across her shoulders. "You're letting the cold in. Shut the door." Annie sat so she didn't touch me.

I said, "I should go."

"No, stay a minute." Sally shut the door, stood in front of it. "Annie, I sent Charlie here. How'd he do?"

"I liked him."

"He's okay. He's Ben's son."

"He's not a nice boy, is he?"

"Not so bad. A victim of circumstance. How are you doing tonight?"

"The usual."

"You should quit the blind act. It scares them."

"It's not an act."

"She can see as well as you or me, Charlie."

"Not in here. I'm blind as justice."

"In lucky seven. Want a project?"

"Depends."

"Charlie is spending the night in my cabin. Want to keep him warm? I'll make it worth your while."

"Does he really have a girl here?"

"Liz in thirteen. She's popular tonight."

Annie turned toward me. "How could you?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

Annie stared at me giving no indication she could see me. She turned away from me, felt along the shelf, took the jar and dumped out a token into her other hand. "Here. I don't fuck pimps."

"Betcha change your mind before the end of the weekend. He really is a virgin."

"Here," Annie said.

"Come on, Charlie. Time to tuck you in. Keep it, Annie." Sally opened the door.

I got off the bed, backed away from Annie, said to her, "I'm sorry." She turned holding the token out to me.

Sally took my hand and led me toward her cabin. "Sorry to break things up but I received special instructions about you."

She unlocked the door to her cabin, followed me in. "Go on. Get undressed. I'll stoke the fire."

I stood for a moment, watched Sally bring in an armload of wood.

"Go on," she said. "I don't have all day."

I took off my coat and undressed. Sally watched me with a smile. Her eyes widened when I dropped my drawers.

"You really pulled your pud with a vengeance, didn't you?"

I sat on the bed, covered myself with my hands. "I'm smaller now."

"I bet. I can't wait until Sunday. Okay. Get in position. My instructions were to tie your hands so you can't play with yourself."

I held my hands over my head after getting under the covers.

Sally shook her head. "Of all the damnedest. Does Ben know you're whipped?"

"I don't think so."

"Who did that to your ass?"

"Elizabeth."

"The girl in thirteen?"

I nodded. She snorted and tied my hands.

"Too tight?"

I shook my head.

"It takes all kinds, I guess. So your whore beats your ass. Anything else I should know?"

"How many men is Elizabeth . . ."

"Tonight? Depends. Twenty-five, thirty. Maybe more."

I groaned.

She got off the bed, checked the stove and said from the door. "Annie will like you tomorrow. Give her a chance. She's lots of fun."

"Is she blind?"

"What do you think?"

I nodded.

Sally smiled. "Her talents are wasted here. My instructions are to wake you when Liz is done and take you over to her cabin, tie you up and I don't think you'll have any problems with her. I bet she'll be two tired to slip you in."

Sally opened the door. "I can't wait until Sunday. I've been invited to watch. All the girls will be there."

I remembered how Annie felt, how different from Elizabeth. Perhaps it was just that Annie looked like how I thought Miss Nichols would look unclothed. I could see the book on the chair. I was still on page one and Elizabeth was forging quickly ahead.

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