Daddy Cool (11 page)

Blushing, Janet hurried into the bathroom to obey his orders. Quickly she brushed her teeth, then rinsed out her mouth. When she felt sure that there was no more odor about her, she returned. Stopping in front of him, she again tried to embrace her man.

Ronald took her arms from around his neck. "We ain't got time for all that shit," he stated, then added, "Besides, I just had my hair done and I don't want it to get messed up." Even as he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the old-fashioned process. His hair gleamed like shiny black gold from the barber's oil.

Janet took the rebuke and let her hands drop back to her sides. For some reason she felt she was getting on Ronald's nerves. It hadn't been like this until after she had left home. Before, it seemed to her he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Now it was the other way around. She couldn't believe he was tired of her already, but it sure as hell seemed like it.

Maybe it was because of the hunt her father was staging. Everybody knew he had put out some kind of reward for information concerning her whereabouts. But when they had first heard about it, Ronald had only laughed. Now, for some reason, it wasn't funny to him any longer. He seemed to brood over it.

"Honey . . . ," she began, but he cut her off quickly.

"Goddamn it, Janet, how many times have I got to tell you to stop calling me `honey' all the time. It's just as bad as being called `sweetie.' It's a term whores use when they talk to their tricks. Can't you get that through your head?"

She shook her head dumbfoundedly. "I didn't know, hon, I mean, Ronald. But I don't see why it should upset you. I'm not a whore, so why let a word disturb you?"

Ronald tossed his hands in the air, making a gesture. "Shit, woman, it don't make a damn if you're a whore or not. It's just my bad luck that you're not one. Shit, that's all I'd need, a young fine bitch with enough sense to get the money, but no, I couldn't be that lucky. Hell no, I got to have a square bitch that ain't got enough sense to get fifty cents, let alone a few hundred."

His words beat at her, ringing in her ears. She could hardly believe what she had heard. Spurred on by her inner conflict, she wanted to hear more. It was time for them to lay their cards on the table. Even though there was a savage pain inside of her, she drove herself ruthlessly until she heard the question coming out of her mouth. It was as if someone else was talking and she was just an innocent bystander, watching and listening.

"You mean," she said softly, "that you would rather see me out in the streets selling my body than for me to be here trying to make a nice cozy home for us?" She held her breath, waiting for his answer.

Ronald stared at her coldly. He knew he had let the cat out of the bag too soon. He had meant to play it slow, until the day came when he was sure she would be ready. Now it would have to be done another way. But again, caution was needed. She was too young and inexperienced to rush things at her, so he would have to be devious if he hoped to turn her out.

"Baby," he began and opened his arms to take her into them. He slowly stroked her back as he talked quietly into her ear. "I don't want to sound rough, Janet, but it's just that I've got a lot on my mind. The finance people are worrying the fuck out of me because I'm out of ready cash. Here I am two car notes behind and it's worrying the shit out of me. You know, Janet, I don't want to lose my car, so it's worryin' me. Maybe that's why I seem short with you, you dig?" He held her back and stared into her eyes. Even with the high-heeled shoes he wore, he was still an inch shorter than she was.

Janet tried to shake her head and knew she was going to cry. "I didn't know, Ronald, I swear; I didn't have the slightest idea you were uptight like that."

"Yeah, baby, I know. I didn't want to worry you with my pettyass problems, so I didn't mention it to you. But I've been hidin' my car at nights so that they won't repossess it. But goddamn, Janet, you should have dug something. If my cash had been right, do you think I would have stuck you in this motherfuckin' pigpen? Shit, baby, I sure think more of you than to want to see you living in something like this. It's just that I don't have the bread right now to do it better. Once I catch up, everything is going to be all right."

Her brain was whirling beneath the stunning revelation. If he couldn't pay for his car, how the hell did she expect him to be able to take care of her? Again the thought flashed across her mind about him getting a job, but she didn't know how to approach him with it.

At least she could be thankful that she hadn't broken down and cried on him. That wouldn't have helped, and he would have thought her a child instead of a young lady.

Ronald, on the other hand, was reading her like a book. He saw the tears in the corner of her eyes and silently cursed. There was another way, he reasoned quickly, and even while the thought ran briefly through his mind, he bent his head and kissed her on the neck.

His breath was hot on the curve of her neck as he brought all his experience of lovemaking into play. From her neck he went down slowly, pushing the blouse down. Finding it in his way, he pushed her back toward the bed, gently laying her down. With the professional care of a man who knew what he was doing, he slowly began to undress her. First, he removed the dark-green jacket she wore. Next he opened the distance between them so that he could get the blouse she wore off.

Even as he slowly undressed her, he continuously placed passionate kisses on her exposed body. As soon as he had her blouse off, he began to kiss each tit with slow, endearing kisses. He dragged it out until she began to pant like a dog in heat. Her breathing became ragged as her desire began to build to a pitch she couldn't control.

The sex they had before was nothing like what she was now experiencing. Her nerves tingled. Everywhere he touched was like a hot burning fire placed on her skin. She moaned in her aroused condition. Yet it was not enough. Ronald continued to play with her.

He took her skirt off, slowly pulling it down over her large thighs, kissing the inside of them as he pushed the material down. Her brief panties came next. When removing them, he tickled her spur tongue with his little finger. He could feel it become hard under his professional performance.

Janet stretched out on the bed, feeling every nerve in her body demanding more and more of his flexible lovemaking. As soon as he removed the brief panties from off her legs, he glanced down and caught his breath. Here indeed was a rare flower. Her body was perfection. He surrendered to his basic desires and allowed his passionate temperament to take control.

Without restraint, he began to kiss her slowly on the stomach. He worked his way down and, before she knew what was happening, his tongue slipped in and out of her near virginal cunt. The feeling set her on fire. She had never had a man go down on her, and the feeling burst on her like rockets exploding in the sky. She couldn't control the emotions that beset her.

All at once she felt as if her body was on fire. She wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt so good she couldn't bring the words out. The next thing she knew she was stretching her body upward, trying to reach the elusive tongue that seemed to set her on fire.

Never before had she even imagined such a feeling. Her body belonged to someone else. It couldn't be hers. Her cries of passion rang out in his ears, and as he made love to her he coldly reflected on how she would pay for this moment of pleasure.

Ronald hadn't bothered to remove his clothes. But now, as passion became the ruling factor in their lovemaking, he found himself pulling at his jacket, almost tearing the zipper out of his pants in his hurry to undress. As she lay back, beckoning with her arms for him to hurry, he glanced down at the young body waiting for him and almost came in his pants.

He removed his shorts and his pants at the same time. Ronald didn't bother to lay his clothes out neatly. He just dropped them in a bundle on the floor. Quickly he mounted her like a stallion taking a mare. He plunged into her viciously, but no matter how hard he rode, she begged for more.

For the next ten minutes he rode her as if she was notoriously experienced, instead of a young girl who was being busted out for the second time. But she loved every minute of it. The harder he drove home, the better she liked it. He dropped his head and began to suck her breast.

"Harder, honey! Suck it harder. Bite it," she cried in her passion. "Bite it, goddamn you! Make me feel it!"

Her words filled him with desire and she moved under him like a wild animal. The harder he pushed, the harder she rose up. He couldn't give her enough dick. The moans that escaped from her came from somewhere deep inside of her. She was like another woman. There was no mentality left between them. They were two animals committing an act of copulation.

Her cries, becoming louder and louder, were those of a person possessed, not the sounds of a woman who had just started having men. She cried out for more and more, and the harder he tried, the more she demanded.

Sweat began to roll off Ronald's forehead in small beads. He continued to pump with a desperate concentration but it was out of his hands. Their mutual act was that of two animals who didn't care. It was just a matter of each one satisfying themselves. But Ronald was a pro. Realization came to him that this wasn't the way it should be. He should be in complete control, yet he wasn't.

He fought off the desire just to give himself up to sex completely. He used all the determination at his will and brought himself under control. Now he fucked with the precision of a machine. Each stroke was meant to bring her to the highest peak of enjoyment a woman could imagine. He loved her now with a cold, detached air, knowing all the while what he was doing, while she allowed herself complete abandonment.

He could feel her nails digging into his back. The pain was enough to bring him to his senses. If there was anything he disliked about the sex act, it was a woman scratching up his body. He twisted and turned, trying to escape from her nails, but she continued to rake his body in her passion.

Finally he managed to pin both of her arms so that she couldn't do any more damage. But even then he could still feel blood running down his lacerated back. He cursed silently but continued to fuck her with a cold, calculated attitude.

This was for the grits. If he didn't take care of business right, it would be all for nothing. He had to make her feel something that she had never experienced before. And the more wildly she moaned and groaned under him, the more he believed he had achieved his goal.

For the first time in Janet's life, she had been overcome by sex. She couldn't control the trembling in her limbs. The joy that Ronald brought to her was almost too much for her to bear. She had her first climax while in his arms, and before he finished, he made her have another one.

She felt drained, as if everything inside of her had been pulled out. When he reached his orgasm, she could feel every drop of his sperm as it shot up inside of her and made her come again until she was overcome with rapture.

They lay in the bed side by side, neither one speaking. It was as though, if one of them spoke, the tingling sensation between them would be broken. For Janet's part, she couldn't believe what she had just experienced. Her mind was seething with wonder.

Something had happened to her that she had never thought possible. Now she knew why women did things against their will. At that moment, nothing Ronald could ask her would be too far out. If he was able to make her feel those same sensations again, she would do anything for him.

After a few minutes, Ronald raised up and lit a cigarette. "Hi, baby," he said casually. "You all right, girl?" He grinned at her, knowing that he had done his job well.

Janet smiled sleepily. "You know I'm all right, daddy. Damn, I ain't never felt like that before," she stated openly.

"I know, baby. It was the same way for me too," he lied easily. He waited for a minute, then said softly, "I'm going to have to get up from here and make a run, Janet. I got something lined up that might just get me a few dollars."

Can I go along with you, Ronald?" she inquired quickly. "You know," she continued, "I hate just sittin' around in this damn place. It's boring as hell."

"I can dig it, Janet, but dig this. I got to go and pick up a young broad," he said, then hesitated, letting his words penetrate before continuing. " 'Cause I got a trick who wants to spend one hundred dollars with a young girl, just for a few minutes of entertainment.

"Now," he said, holding his hand up to cut off her flow of words, "I might have to spend a day or two with her if she makes this money for me, but I know you can dig it. A hundred bucks don't grow on trees, so ain't no way I can pass it up 'cause I need the money too bad."

It didn't take Janet but a minute to make up her mind. The mention of him having to stay with the girl for the next day or two filled her with fear. The last thing she wanted was to be left sitting around the empty apartment all by herself.

"Ronnie, what does the girl have to do? I mean, for a hundred dollars, it seems as if she might have to go through a lot of stuff that I don't know about."

Ronnie grinned, then caught himself. "Honey," he began, "it's not what you think. It won't take but five minutes for the guy to reach a nut. I mean, it's like takin' candy from a baby. But I wasn't thinkin' 'bout you, Janet. I know what you think about shit like that, so I'm not about to ask you to make the money for me."

She blushed, then said quickly, "I know, Ron, but I might want to make it for you. I'd rather do it and spend the time with you than sit around here worrying about you and some other woman."

"Well," Ronald stated, as he got up from the bed, "I'm going to take me a quick shower, and while I'm doing it I'll give it a little thought. Like I said, I didn't want to get you involved in this kind of shit." He slipped off the bed and hurried into the shower. His composure was about to give way, and he knew he would burst out grinning in another second.

It had gone easier than he imagined. At first, he thought he was going to have trouble turning her out. But it all fell right in line. Now all he had to do was set up the right trick. Tony, who worked at the neighborhood whiskey store, would be just right for it. The elderly brother was an easy trick. From past experience, or rather what his girls told him about the man, he knew Tony would come quick, and the man was supposed to have a tiny dick on him.