Cage Girl
Chapters 3 and 4
Chapter 3
The next evening I was late getting to Burger King. Bobby was learning the intricacies of disc brakes and because of his interest I didn’t want to quit early. I have no great desire for him to go the same route I did, though it’s an honorable profession. He’s fifteen and has a long way to go before deciding what he wants to do with his life.
Liz was sixteen but seemed a lot more grown up. Maybe it was her history or maybe it’s true that girls mature faster. I expected her to act like an adult and planned to treat her that way.
She wasn’t in her booth and probably had left already but I waited anyway for a long hour.
I was early on Wednesday night and still no Liz and again the same on Thursday night. I’d wait out a full week but knew she’d decided it was best to be places I wasn’t. I could well understand that and respected it. That doesn’t mean I didn’t feel a loss. She was fun to be with and there’d been the promise of more.
If all I’d wanted was a fuck . . . but that’s not my nature. I knew it and now she knew it.
Friday at the shop was like any Friday. The guys were thinking about the weekend and had just half a mind on what they were doing. They weren’t fuckups, were the best mechanics in the area. Little Andy, though you wouldn’t know it to look at him, had trained as a jet engine mechanic. He, and the others, knew how to do a job right.
But being Friday they were messing up in little ways. A rag had been left on the driver’s seat of the Buick Mark had just finished. Little Andy spent fifteen minutes looking for a tool he had in his back pocket. Leroy, our counter person and sole black employee, was sure to have missed a time entry on someone’s work ticket and I’d be sure to hear about it next Friday when handing out paychecks. Leroy hated the job. I didn’t want to do it and Junior had wandered off. If he weren’t the boss’ son he’d be fired. He’d appear again in a month or two, just like nothing had happened.
Junior hadn’t gone anywhere. He just wasn’t going to work right now. If he was like this when they were married I couldn’t blame Amy for ditching him and taking him for everything she could. He wasn’t good for alimony or child support. Child support came from me.
And I couldn’t blame Leroy. He’s a good problem solver and the new computer stuff didn’t faze him. He hated the counter, just like I did, and he hated doing the work tickets and all the other paper work, just like I did.
What I was doing was sitting in my office and dozing. I’d spelled Leroy while he had lunch and had mine afterwards. The door was shut and a minute more and I’d be napping.
There was a knock on the door.
“Okay,” I said.
In walked Liz.
“You can shut it,” I said. “Sit down.”
This was a regular office, where customers could get the bad news and believe, because of the surroundings, that we knew what we were doing. No girlie calendars on the wall, no desk covered with rusty junk, and no chewing tobacco drool on me or the mechanics.
I left my chair and sat in the chair beside her. “Want some coffee or a cola?”
“Mountain Dew?”
I got up and went to the door, smiled back at her. I shouted out, “Hey, Leroy, two Mountain Dews. And when you have a free minute go out and get some donuts for everyone.” Leroy took my ten and I shut the door.
“I’m surprised,” I said.
“You said this place was yours.”
“So you checked.”
“Kind of.”
There was a knock and Leroy handed me two cold bottles.
She took hers and I returned to my seat. “Donuts eventually. Everybody here has their favorites. What’s yours?”
“Glazed.”
“That’s good. You won’t have to fight Little Andy over the crème filled ones.” I took a sip. “I missed seeing you at Burger King.”
“I haven’t gone there.”
“Because of me?”
She shrugged. “Your van here?”
“It’s at home. I have my car here today.”
She wasn’t looking at me.
“When you’re ready and if you want I can give you a tour. We have a BMW Bobby and I are working on and a ’29 Huppmobile. Plus the usual newer stuff.”
There was a knock. “Okay,” I said.
“I have the donuts.”
“Glazed, please.” I could hear the guys taking a break and someone laughing.
Leroy brought in a box and set it on the desk, glancing at Liz. She smiled at him and he gave a nod. The door shut and it was quiet again.
“Feel free,” I said taking a donut. That plus the Mountain Dew was way too much sugar, but what the hell.
“So what was that, Monday night?”
I settled back in my seat. “We live in a conformist society. Everybody’s got to be the same, within their little social and class niches. Except for lesbians and gays, girls will be girls and guys will be guys. You’re supposed to be predictable. I’m supposed to be predictable. Only we’re not. I think I have an idea of who you are. Now you’re beginning to have an idea of who I am. We really don’t know a thing about each other except we know that we’re not like other people. Maybe we want to find out more about each other. I’d like to get a chance and the only limitation is your age in years, not what you know or who you are.”
She turned to me. “And who do you think I am?”
I was going to have to tread softly here. “I think, I don’t know, but I think you’re at a spot where you’re doing something which can be satisfying but is not giving a lot of satisfaction. Maybe if I knew you better I could be more precise.” I was going to say more, but stopped there for just a moment. “Me? I could come down on you like a ton of bricks but don’t want to hurt you.”
“So we’re just going to sit here and eat donuts and talk?”
“That’s not so bad, Liz. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. I’m thrilled you came by.”
Her laugh was just a puff of air.
“If you were three years older I’d be trying my best to have you jump through hoops. You said you like it up the ass. It would make me happy seeing the guys here oblige you. One after the other on the desk here.” Somehow, saying this out loud to her I felt ridiculous.
“What about the cage?”
“The one in the van?”
She shook her head. “In your basement?” She said it like a question.
“There would be cage time, that what you want to hear? I’m afraid the sound of my voice bores me, Liz. I’d rather talk about cars. You’re sixteen and I won’t touch you. Nor will they.” I waved the bottle toward the door.
“So why?”
“Monday night?”
She nodded.
“I wanted to open the door. You can shut it and walk away. You can shut it and we can still be friends. I’d like that. Or you can decide to walk on through. That was my hope.”
She looked up to me, touched her breast. “I need to be touched.”
“Walk on through and be touched, of course.” I tapped my chest, “Here,” and my temple, “and here. Both, Liz. If you decide to walk on through. Your cage will be the crucible where your mind and your body pass through a furnace. If we’re careful, the softest touch or word will make any orgasm you’ve had in the past be like dust blown away by the wind. You’ll be the hurricane, be the inferno.”
Her eyes didn’t blink.
“And I’ll be your master and your pleasure will be my pleasure.” I set my bottle on the desk. “I might have you drop out of school, work here. You’d handle paperwork and customers and Leroy could get back to doing the things he loves.”
She gave that laugh again. “I don’t want to quit school and become your office slave, Andy.”
“What do you want to do then?”
“You aren’t married?”
“My wife died thirty years ago this coming December.”
“I’m sorry.”
“She was a good person. She would have done a better job with Junior than I did.”
“Junior’s your son?”
“Andy Carmichel, Junior. He’s not here today.”
“Do you do this because you can’t get it up?” She wasn’t smiling.
“I don’t have problems there, no. Maybe better than average.”
“So why?”
“Why not go out on dates just like normal people? Because I’m not. That doesn’t interest me. Sitting here with you does. We could have had sex weeks ago, right?”
She looked up and smiled, “Sure.”
“But you wouldn’t be sitting here now if we had, right?”
She shrugged, shook her head.
I stood. “I want to give you a guided tour.”
“Okay.” She put up her drink and untouched donut and stood.
Chapter 4
During the tour Liz asked good questions, handled herself well. There were no awkward moments with the guys and she didn’t seem surprised at all at Little Andy’s three hundred pounds.
Back in the office I shut the door and motioned her to her chair. “The guys think I’m interviewing you. Leroy’s begging for someone to work up front.” I sat down beside her. “So, what do you want to do next?”
She was shy again and shrugged.
“Interested in learning more about each other? I know I’d like to know more about you.”
“You mean just be friends?”
“Sure. I already told you I’m not going to touch you. Here’s one, when’s your birthday?”
“April twentieth.”
“You’ll be seventeen then, right?” I took my Mountain Dew from the desk. “Bobby said you’re a sophomore.”
“Junior.”
“So you’re almost out. What’s happening next? College?”
She shrugged.
“I’m okay with you just doing high school but I think you’re smart. Right? School’s a breeze for you.”
She took her drink, ate a bite from the donut. “So where’s the cagemobile, again?”
“Back at home.”
“What happens next? You have a girl in a cage. You drive around and talk. That’s it?”
“You mean if you were nineteen and wanted to be in a cage, really wanted, what would I do next?”
She nodded, glanced at me, took another bite from her donut.
“Say she spent all night in it. I wake up in the morning and she’s awake already, watching me. I open the cage door and she comes out, still on her hands and knees. What do you want to happen next?”
“Breakfast?” She smiled at me. “You make her eggs and grits. She sits at the table across from you while you read the paper.”
I took a sip from the bottle. “Most often I fuck her throat. When I’m done she might go back into the cage or maybe she’ll make breakfast. It all depends. I don’t read the paper at the table, though.”
She hadn’t looked away while I talked, hadn’t blinked.
I asked her, “Do you drive?”
She shook her head, looked away.
“We can get you your learner’s permit. I can teach you or maybe your parents can. Maybe find you a car.”
She stood. “Andy, how many people are you? Kindly old man. Pervert who doesn’t like women much. I can’t keep up sometimes.”
“You can leave any time, Liz. Now, tomorrow, next year.”
She stood by the door, looked at the donut in her hand and smiled, then up to me, who stood by my chair.
“When are you going to put me in a cage again?”
“You have to ask me, in the beginning at least. Until we’re both sure. I don’t know you yet. So, are you asking?”
She nodded; tears were in her eyes.
I handed her a clean hankie.
“Thanks. I’m sorry.”
I looked at my watch, almost five. “How about dinner? Eat out somewhere or at my place. If you’re sure, then we’ll do it. For a short time. Not all night.”
She nodded, looked away.
“What time are you usually back at night?”
“That doesn’t matter. No one cares. I could be gone all weekend, all week. No one cares.”
“I care. How about back at eleven?”
“Sure. Whatever.”
“Decide where you want to eat and I’ll tell the guys I’m leaving early. The shop closes at six.”
We ended up taking a pizza to my house. Junior hadn’t left things in too much of mess. She walked around looking at magazines and books, flipped through videos by the VCR. I’m sure they included some of Junior’s porn favorites.
We didn’t talk much during dinner. I had a cup of coffee and she had a coke which she didn’t finish.
“When you’re ready, let me know.”
“I’m ready.” She looked across the table to me.
“There’s a bathroom next to the kitchen and another downstairs in the basement. Junior might show up any time but he doesn’t go down in the basement. We’ll be alone. Still okay?”
“Sure.”
“Okay.” I stood and handed my coffee cup and saucer to her. “Please hold these for a minute.” She followed me into the kitchen, to a short hall. I took out my keys and unlocked the basement door. “Junior doesn’t have a key.”
Inside, I flicked on the light switch by the door and led the way onto a short landing. “I don’t trust carpeted stairs. Railing’s nice and secure.” I shut the door and slid the bolt, locking it. “So,” I said, taking the cup and saucer, and led the way down into the large main room.
Three furnishings stood out at first glance. A cage, larger than the one in the van, at one end, a bed in the middle with no covers or pillows, just a burgundy sheet, and at this end, visible once we were down, was the St. Andrew’s Cross leaning against the wall.
There were no windows. Doorways led to a bathroom with a shower, a spare bedroom, and a kitchen. The floors were finished oak, the walls were white plaster. The ceiling was dark red.
“So,” I asked, “any questions?” She was staring at the cross.
“What’s that?”
“A St. Andrew’s cross. I use it for restraint. Either for bondage or for flogging.” I watched her face.
She turned away from me.
“Sometimes it’s propped against the wall, sometimes I set it on the floor.” I went to the bed and pulled open a drawer in the frame. “Here’s a flogger. Go ahead, take it.”
She held it, gave a slight shake.
“No, raise it. And now drop it so the strands hit my hand.”
She looked at me before dropping her arm.
“It doesn’t hurt. At most a little sting. Want to feel it? Do it to your own hand.”
She struck her hand harder than she’d struck mine. She looked up and nodded, handing the flogger back to me.
I led her into the bedroom, which looked perfectly normal with a double bed. “When I have friends over.” Next I showed her the bathroom and then the kitchen. “I suggest you use the bathroom before we start.”
“Just the cage, right?”
“Just the cage. Or I can take you home.”
“The cage, I think.” She went up to it.
“I won’t lock it this time. The lights will be on and I’ll mostly be in the other room. This is just for you. You can do anything you want.” I checked my watch. “It’s a little after seven now. Three hours, until ten. That’s too long, just tell me.” I flipped the cage door latch and opened it.
She was still standing by the cage when I came back. “An air horn.” I set it next to the cage. “If you don’t get an answer, use this to get help. Of course, you can leave any time you want. This is your panic button. People can hear it on the street.”
She turned to me. “What next?”
“Take off your clothes in the bedroom. There’s no clock in here so you won’t know what time it is. Once you reenter this room until it’s ten, you won’t speak and I won’t speak to you. Understand? That doesn’t mean you have to be silent. No words and no communication. If you say anything, everything ends. You’ll get dressed and I’ll take you home. Understand?”
She nodded.
“I need you to say yes or no.”
“Yes.”
I stepped back. She looked at me, looked across the room at the cross as she went into the bedroom.
I sat on the bed in the main room and sipped my coffee. She undressed quickly, came out in a little over a minute. She looked to me sitting on the bed and went to the cage.
She climbed inside. I set the cup and saucer on the bed and got up to close the door.
This cage was slightly larger. She could stretch out, but couldn’t stand. She knelt on the floor facing toward me as I sat again on the bed. She looked up and smiled, then turned away.
I left the room and set the coffee on the dresser. I found a good book in the bookcase and settled on the bedcovers, leaning against the headboard. This was going to be long for both of us. I set the alarm for ten and put the clock back on the other side table.
There was a portable TV in the closet but that wasn’t appropriate right now. I had a much smaller cage, too. The TV sat at just the right height on top.
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