Slut diary 1.
My cell phone chirped and I dug it out of my purse. “Hello…”
“Where the hell are you?” It was Tom, my husband. “Hi Tom…” I said. Boonie
was
unhitching the Ford. “My car broke down Tom. I had to call a tow truck…” He
swore. “Take it
easy. The mechanic thinks it’s a small problem.” Tom said “It’s never a small
problem with those
guys. They’ll fuck you every time.” I laughed. “No Tom, it’s just a little
doo-hickey or something.
He says fifty bucks and I’m outta here.” There was silence, then: “Well, it
better be. I’ve got class
tonight, so I’ll see you when I get home. I’ll be late, I’m stopping off for
some beers after.” “Do
you have too?” I asked. “No I don’t have to, I want to. You take care of your
problem OK.” He
hung up. “OK.Bye.” I said into the dead phone. I turned around and Boonie was
standing right
there. “Well…?” he said, “what’s the better half say?” I could see that he
was assessing the
situation. “He said ‘take care of it’…” Boonie scratched his head. “Well, I
don’t know about you,
but I’m parched. Care to join me for a drink?” “Aren’t you going to fix my
car?” He stopped and
turned around. “It’s happy hour Suzi, and I’m off the clock. Loosen up. I’ll
get to it, but first I’m
having a drink.” He walked across the drive to the single-wide mobile home
where he lived.
As I watched him walk away I thought about my day, the car, my husband. I
thought
“Fuck it anyway…” and followed him.
I opened the screen door and stepped in. There were two drinks on the kitchen
counter. I
took one, held the cold tumbler against my cheek. I took a sip: it was bourbon
with water and ice,
and more ice than water. From down the hall I heard a toilet flush and water
running in a sink.
“Thought you’d change your mind. How’s your drink?” he asked. “Strong…” I
said. He smiled.
“That’s the only way to drink good bourbon.” “You live here alone…?” I asked.
“Yup. The missus
moved out about ten years back. Took just about half of everything. We’re both
happier now.” He
finished his drink, and built himself another. “What about you? You’re
married…” I felt the alcohol
relaxing me. “Yes, I am. Met him at a place I worked at. He’s back taking
classes, working for a
masters.” “Working his way up in the world is he?” he said. I nodded. “Leaves
you alone a lot I
bet…” I swallowed. He looked at me knowingly. “I can tell.” he said. He
refilled my glass with
bourbon and ice. “You make yourself at home Suzi. I’ll go take care of your
car.”
After he left I sat on his sofa sipping my drink. I had to admit that after
all my stress and
anxiety and talking to Tom they were just what I needed. I got up, went to the
kitchen and fixed
myself another. Except on very few occasions will I have more than two. I
looked in the
refridgerator for ice, and saw some frozen entrees, a pitcher of orange juice,
a wilted head of
lettuce. Bachelor’s fare. The place was tidy, lived in but not messy. I
wandered down the hall,
snooping I guess. One bedroom had been converted to a study, with a computer
and
bookshelves. I was surprised. The bedroom was darkened with the curtains
closed, and
contained an unmade king size bed, a 32 inch TV and VCR, and the sliding closet
doors were
done in mirrors. It had a smell that was at once musky and arousing, the
lingering scent of sex. I
checked out some tapes stacked on the floor. Besides some popular movies were a
number of
triple X pornos. I picked one up and saw that the box showed obscene pictures
of people fucking
and engaged in other wild sex acts. “He’s a single guy…” I thought. “what’s
the harm…”
“There you are. Finding everything OK?” he said from the doorway.
I froze, the incriminating box in my hand, caught red handed. I turned to him.
“I’m so
sorry, Jim. I’m usually not so nosy…it’s just been….” I stammered. “You
bitches are all alike…” he
began, “…a guy tries to be nice and you think that means you can do anything
you like.” He
sounded angry. “No…please…that’s not it. It’s been years since I’ve been in
a single man’s place.
I was just curious Jim. That’s all. You can think what you want. But I am
sorry.”
He stood there, looking me in the eye. “I suppose you think that makes it all
better, huh?”
I didn’t know what to say. “No it doesn’t…” He waved me off. “Don’t try to
explain. That’ll make me
think you think I’m a dumbass.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out
a piece of paper.
“Your car’s ready. Your bill…” he said tersely, handing it to me. I put the
lurid video on the bed
and took the bill. My eyebrows went up. “You got a deal there sugar. I just
charged you for the
tow. I replaced the hose and put a can of stop-leak in your radiator and topped
off the coolant.
You’re going to have to replace the radiator soon though, that stuff is just
temporary.”
“Two hundred dollars…” I said. “Cash or major credit card…” he added. I
had maybe
thirty dollars and change, and my Visa was maxed out. “Will you take my check?”
I asked. He
shook his head. “You know I told you this up front and you said no problem.” “I
know…” I
stammered. Oddly, he smiled at me and picked up the phone and began to dial. “I
think I’ll call
the sheriff’s office. First you go snooping through my stuff, then you try to
rip me off for services
rendered. You’ve got some explaining to do honey.” Tom would kill me if he had
to bail me out of
the county jail on top of all of this. I hated myself for this, but I started
to cry. I didn’t know what to
do. Sitting on the bed blubbering, I heard him put the phone down. He walked
over and handed
me a box of kleenex. “Shit. I hate it when this happens. I’m such a sucker.” I
looked up at him.
“Look. We’ll work this out. Times are tough all over.” he said. I blew my nose
and sniffled. He let
me get it together and after a few minutes he said “Better?” “Yes…sorry.” I
said.
“When do you have to be home?” he asked. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
There
was a long pregnant moment then, the tension coiled like a serpent.
“By ten…” I said.
“Here’s the deal Suzi. Either you take it, or start walking. You can come back
and get
your car when you have the money. It’s your choice. You understand?”
I nodded.
“OK then. This is the deal. For the next three hours you do everything I tell
you.
Everything. You refuse, I kick your ass out on the highway.” I nodded my head.
“Tell me ‘Yes
Boonie, I’ll do everything you tell me to’ or ‘Fuck off you old
bastard’…let’s hear it.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I felt afraid, but I have to
admit I was excited
too, though I didn’t know why. I said: “Yes Boonie, I’ll do everything you tell
me to for the next
three hours.”
“I knew that’d be your answer.” he said. I looked up at him. He touched my
chin. “I’m
going to get cleaned up. Go fix yourself another drink and one for me. Bring it
in to me.” With
that he went into the bathroom. In the kitchen I knew that I should just run
for it, but knew that he
probably had the keys to my car. I felt myself trembling, so I made my drink
strong…downed it
and fixed another. I stayed because I had no choice, and I stayed because I
wanted too. I made
his drink twice as strong. When I took him his drink the bathroom was all
steamy from the
shower. He pulled the shower curtain back a bit, and took his drink. “Shit
Suzi. You trying to get
me drunk?” he said when he tasted it. “You said that’s the way you like it…”
His laugh was deep
and full. “That’s right, I did say that didn’t I.” His hand reached out and I
took the empty glass
from him. “Hey, did you see any tapes that you liked? You know, the pornos…”
“I don’t know…I’ve haven’t seen many…”
“Go put one on…I’ll be out in a bit…make yourself comfortable.”