Over a year ago
Englewood, a Chicago neighborhood
Talking heads jabbered on and on from the television in the rear living room, competing with the television in the front room. The newscasters were arguing about everything, each one louder and more determined. Taxes were going down or was it up? The Bears were headed for another loss or maybe a victory. An ex-senator will have his appeal heard. There was another body found in the dockyard. And everyone had to weigh in on the newest scandal that would be forgotten tomorrow.
Snuffing out my cigarette on my plate, I swirled the butt in the runny scrambled eggs. “I can’t eat this shit.” I shoved the plate to the floor, the cheap glass bouncing on the linoleum as the eggs slid and landed in a clump.
“Zella,” I screamed to my oldest daughter above the television’s volume. “Get me some more coffee.”
The creaking of a hinge drew my attention to the far corner of the kitchen—the basement door was slightly ajar. It wasn’t much of a basement. Other than the old washing machine and dryer, the basement was mostly used for storing shit. That’s all the attic was used for these days too.
Speaking of old shit.
The door creaked again, opening a little more. “Gordy?”
The basement was also where we kept her.
I let out an exaggerated breath. “Did I give you permission to come up?”
“I-I’m not up yet, not all the way. I heard you yelling for Zella. She’s not feeling well with the baby. I can get you coffee.”
Since I knew this waif of a woman had no maternal instincts, she obviously wanted something. I turned to the newspaper spread out on the table. She didn’t ask again; instead, she waited for my permission just like the little bitch she was trained to be.
There had been a time when she’d looked good, with full bouncy tits, a tight ass, and painted lips perfect for sucking. She was a hot commodity—literally. That was years ago. There wasn’t much left on her that was appealing. Maybe her ass. It was still tight, unlike her pussy.
Overuse did that.
“Clean that up,” I said, pointing to the lump of egg shit on the floor.
Nancy opened the door wider and taking slow steps with dirty bare feet, she came to a stop at the mess of eggs. When she looked up, her dull eyes opened wide. “Please, Gordy. I’m hungry.”
“Do I look like I give a shit?” I ran my hand over my belly. “You ain’t paid rent in years. No rent. No food. You’re lucky you have a roof over your head.”
She looked down again at the eggs on the floor. “I-if you don’t want that...I could eat it.”
“You want that?”
She nodded.
My lips curled upward. “Say please.”
Her slender shoulders bowed forward. “Please.”
A chuckle bubbled in my throat. I could take this further, make her beg, but honestly, I wasn’t in the mood. “Fine, eat it off the floor and you can have it.”
“Gordy?”
I sat taller, lifting my brows. “You want it? Eat it. You have ten seconds and then it goes in the trash, where you belong.”
Her legs and arms trembled as she lowered herself to the floor. On all fours, she reached for the cold eggs, scooping them into her hand.
“No hands. You know the rules.”
Watching as she placed her lips on the linoleum and sucked the cold eggs reminded me that despite her uselessness, she was still okay at that particular skill set. I rubbed my hand over the front of my pants. “Lick it clean.”
My dick twitched as she obeyed, her tongue running over and over the dirty floor until there was no egg left. Still on her knees, her lifeless green eyes came to mine.
“Pick up the plate and get me more coffee.”
Nancy stood with the plate and wiped her lips on the back of her hand. After placing the plate on a stack of dishes in the sink, she walked toward me to get the coffee cup. Slipping my hand under her thin dress, I grabbed a fistful of ass and squeezed. “Bring the coffee over here, and I’ll let you suck me real good like the little whore you used to be.”
Reaching for the mug with trembling hands, she nodded.
Her too-thin form walked away. As I took in her ass and skinny legs coming from beneath the loose dress, I voiced my assessment. “Hard to believe you were ever a looker.” I laughed. “Men actually paid to get in your floppy cunt. Now it’s your turn to pay.”
Her money was gone, and her only form of payment was what she’d always only been good for. Without a response, Nancy filled my cup with coffee, set the pot back on the burner, and walked the cup back to me.
I set it on the table. Spreading my knees, I pointed to the floor. After lighting another cigarette, I leaned back against the old kitchen chair.
Nancy Pierce didn’t need step-by-step instructions. Hell, she’d been sucking cock since long before I met her.
Around twenty-five years ago, she had been worth the bother of housing her. That ended when her brats moved in here. The boy was a piece of shit. Last I heard he was dead, died in some explosion, something to do with human trafficking. I’m not surprised. I knew from the first time I saw him he’d never amount to anything.
The little one was sweet enough to eat, but I don’t have a thing for darkies, even the light-brown ones. It was the little redhead who had a nice ass.
As Nancy loosened my belt, I imagined what the little redhead might look like today. After she quit working with my Anna, Lorna Pierce disappeared into fucking thin air. Images and possibilities came to my mind as her mother unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Nancy’s cold fingers surrounded me. I wouldn’t take responsibility for my flaccid state. Getting me hard was her job.
My fingers fisted Nancy’s thinning hair. “Do you want to be my secret friend?”
“Yes, Gordy.”
She gasped as I pulled her hair tighter.
“Mr. Maples,” I corrected.
“Yes, Mr. Maples.”
Nancy had played this role enough times. I shouldn’t have to remind her. At least her mouth was warmer than her touch. With my eyes still open, I imagined a much younger version of the woman taking me between her lips. In my mind’s eye, her hair grew redder, her skin softer, and her mouth more timid.
“Pretend you’re eating ice cream.” I laughed to myself as she licked real good like. The ice cream line always worked with the little ones. They all loved ice cream. “Now suck.”
Using her hair as a rein, I pushed and pulled, directing and dictating Nancy’s rhythm. The noises as she gagged and choked only made my dick grow. Hell, her discomfort combined with the made-up visions in my head did the trick. My circulation rushed to my cock, making my dick throb.
The feeling rose from within. Harder and harder, I thrust until I stilled and came. I’d have lasted longer if she were younger.
Leaving my dick out, I kept my legs spread in case I’d make her do it again. “You still know how to suck.” I smirked as she sat back on her heels and wiped my come from her lips.
“Gordy, can I have some coffee?”
I waved my hand. “If you drink it from a dog dish.”
Her dead green eyes came my way.
“Forget it. I feel generous. Use a cup, one from the sink.” No sense wasting a clean cup on her filthy cock-sucking mouth.