Sintown Chronicles II: Through Bedroom Windows (18 page)

“But you'd get all wet."

Greta laughed. “You have towels, don't you?” She stood up and posed in front of Sandra as she quickly removed her clothes.

“Greta, I don't know..."

Greta didn't let her finish. “Scoot down a little, ma'am.” She climbed behind Sandra, slid to a sitting position behind her boss and immediately began working on the small of Sandra's back. “Ma'am,” Greta said as her fingers continued their performance, working lower and lower, “we have one of these fancy tubs in the house me and Eddie rent. They're wonderful."

“Yes,” agreed Sandra, “and so are your hands.” She felt her muscles relaxing and she sighed. For a moment, when she felt Greta's finger working between the hemispheres of her buttocks, she thought that she should call a halt to the massage, but it felt so good.

“You like this, ma'am?"

“Hmmm."

When Greta's finger lightly prodded her anus Sandra knew it had gone too far. She resolved never to allow this to happen again, but it felt too good to interrupt now. Greta reversed course and moved her probing fingers up Sandra's back.

“Loosen up a little, Mrs. Dollar. Just relax. That's it.” Her hands moved to Sandra's shoulder blades and then to her arms. “Now just lean back, ma'am. That's it. I need to do your chest muscles. Go on. Lean back. My titties won't bite you. That's it.” Her hands probed Sandra's upper chest and caressed her throat.

Sandra knew she shouldn't find pleasure in the sensation of Greta's hard nipples against her back and it troubled her. She felt her vaginal moisture begin to build as Greta's fingers gently spidered her shapely little breasts.

“I like your tits, ma'am,” Greta cooed. “They're so firm and responsive."

Sandra knew she must stop this. She pushed her head back against Greta's shoulder and opened her mouth to protest. Greta filled it with her tongue as her hand slid down Sandra's belly, over her navel, through her pubic hair and between her legs. Sandra tried to close her legs, but they felt like jelly. The girl's pulsating tongue was so full and her saliva so sweet.

“I see that damn Maggie brought you home,” Eddie greeted as Greta entered the house.

“Honey, it's a long way to the Dollar place. With you working, I had to walk this morning. Maggie said she didn't mind bringing me home."

“I don't want you getting too chummy with that bitch.” He pulled his right hand from behind his back displaying the pair of pliers he was holding. “Remember the last time I used these on you, bitch?"

“Oh, God, Eddie. Don't pinch my clit with those things again. What do you want, honey? A blow job?” She dropped to her knees.

He yanked her back up. “I don't want a damn blow job, bitch. I'm going to work over you clit tonight and every night until you tell me you've gotten at least one of the Dollars in bed."

She grinned although he continued to pull her hair. “Can I pinch your balls with them pliers when I do get the Dollars in bed?"

“You have something to tell me, Greta?” he asked, releasing his grip.

She nodded as she began to strip for him. “I bagged both of them today. I showed Tim my bare ass and he was humping me within two minutes. I used the old professional massager bit on Sandy and she bought it faster than any john I have ever tried it on."

“What was she like, baby?"

“Sandy? Well, she ain't much in the titty department, but she has huge nipples. The first time she came, I was just twisting them a little. She's got a tight little pussy. She must have had it stitched up after Junior was born. I had trouble finding her clit, but when I did, boy, did she blow all her fuses."

“Did she do you, Greta?"

“Well, she didn't get her tongue where I wanted it, but she made that thing move so fast inside my mouth she brought me off that way.

“About that blow job you offered me..."

“God, I hope Eddie don't find out I was gone all day,” Greta said over the hum of the Blazer's motor. “What if he came home for lunch?"

“Quit worrying, Greta,” Maggie replied. “You've already told me he doesn't do that."

“There can always be a first time.” Greta watched telephone poles whiz by. “Course, he's banging that black girl now, so I guess that's how he spends his lunch hour."

“What black girl?"

“I think her name's Sueanna. She's a waitress at the Korner Kafe."

“Sewana,” Maggie corrected. “I would not have thought she would stoop so low."

“Eddie has a big one and most girls go for that."

“Does she work weekends?"

“Yeah. I think so."

“I don't know what you see in that man, Greta. As you once told me, he treats you like dirt. Maybe he does have a big penis, but the middle finger on your right hand can accomplish the same thing."

“It don't bother me much. He's always screwing somebody. Only, in this case, I think he really likes the girl."

“Hey, cheer up. I learned a lot today. How about you?"

Greta relaxed. “Yeah,” she said and a smile returned to her lips. “We know what a gold nugget looks like now, and a gold flake, and a panning dish."

“I didn't find the video they showed very helpful, but getting my feet wet in the creek actually panning for gold was fun, even if I didn't find anything and you did,” Maggie teased.

“It was just a little nugget."

“Even so, the man said it was probably worth twenty dollars or more."

“Maggie, I wish I could help pay for the equipment."

“Don't worry about it. The three panning dishes I bought were only fifteen bucks. I can get the rest of the stuff from the hardware store for fifty dollars or less. You can pay me back when we strike it rich."

A broad smile grew across Greta's face. “When are we going to try our luck?"

“Why not tomorrow? I've spent many hours studying Ida's gold map. I believe the mine on the Dollars’ farm is upstream of the little creek that feeds the two lakes in front of the Dollar's house. I followed the creek yesterday as far as I could on the golf cart. I found several bends in the creek and a couple of fallen logs that look like good places to search. If we do find some gold, we'll know we are on the right track and work our way upstream. Eventually we'll find the old mine."

“What if the Dollars’ catch us?"

“I've thought about that too. I think we need to ask permission to pan on their property."

“As money crazy as they are, they'll probably want to share the profit with us."

“Yes, and I think that would be fair."

“Maggie, why did you buy three panning dishes?"

“The little one is for Junior. I'm fond of the little rascal and as much as he likes to fish, I think he would enjoy panning for gold."

“You're going to let the kid go with us?"

“Why not? That's one way to get the Dollars to agree to let us use their land."

“I reckon it's okay. It's just that..."

“What?"

“I don't want to get too attached to the kid."

“He's a sweetheart, Greta."

“Yeah. That's why I don't want to get too attached."

“That doesn't make any sense."

“Well, if I get to loving the little fellow and something happens, it'll hurt real bad."

“What could happen?"

“Well,” Greta said, stalling until she could think of something other than the planned kidnapping, “well, like maybe Eddie will get tired of Dot and drag me away. I'd miss the little guy something awful if I got to loving him."

“If Eddie decides to leave Dot, it will be the best thing that could happen to you. You don't have to go with him, you know."

“He's mean, Maggie. He'd make me go with him."

“Greta, I've been thinking that you ought to tell Eddie what we're doing."

“You don't know him like I do, Maggie. He'll want everything we find. I'll wind up doing all the work and he'll get all the gold."

“No he won't. We won't let him know how much we find. I'll keep your share for you. We'll give him a little from time to time. He won't know the difference."

Greta grinned.

“A little gold, Greta. Gold,” Maggie laughed.

“He might prefer the other. He told me one day he'd like to fuck you."

“That'll be the day."

“I'm serious. He's said it more than once. One time he made me wear a ball cap while he did me. I know he was pretending it was you he was humping."

Maggie wrinkled her nose and shook her shoulders. “Change the subject, Greta. I'm about to throw up."

“You know, if I do tell him about us hunting for gold, I can quit worrying about him finding out and beating the shit out of me."

“That's exactly my point."

“Should I tell him about Miss Jenkins?"

“I don't think so. Tell him it is a hobby of mine and you'd like to try it. Promise to give him all the gold you find. Even if we don't find anything tomorrow, give him the little nugget you found today at the Reed mine. It'll give him gold fever."

“What if he wants to come with us?"

“Hmmm. I hadn't thought of that. That's one we'll have to play by ear."

“Is it good, honey?"

Eddie sucked a dangling strand of pasta into his mouth and smiled as he chewed. “One of the few things you do well is make spaghetti,” he said. “Don't look like you got much house keeping done today, though."

“I'm sorry, Eddie. I didn't do much. I ... I wasn't here most of the day.” She braced for the verbal attack she expected.

“Where'd you go?” he asked absently.

“Eddie, let me tell it all before you get mad at me. My bottom still hurts from the last time you whupped me."

“Have you done something that's going to make me angry?"

“I hope not,” she said as she pushed away from the table. She walked to the counter, picked up the tea pitcher, returned and filled his glass.

“The skin on your ass has returned to its normal color, Greta. Maybe it's time I blistered it again."

“It hurts so bad, Eddie, but it was my bruised ass that turned Mr. Dollar on. Mrs. Dollar didn't see it until yesterday, and she was real sympathetic. She even kissed my butt, like that would make it well."

Eddie laughed. “I'll bet Tim would like to have been the one who beat you. Why don't you suggest it the next chance you get? Then, when Sandy sees your bruises, you can still blame them on me."

His good mood baffled Greta. “I don't know, Eddie. Mrs. Dollar is the one who seems to be angry all the time. She might enjoy taking it out on my hide. She slapped my butt after kissing it, but it didn't hurt."

Eddie laughed again. “Two sadists in the same family. You make them happy any way you can. Now then, what is it you have to tell me that is going to make me angry?"

She sat down across from him. “I don't think you will get mad if you'll let me tell it all."

“If you don't get on with it I'm going to leave the print of my hand on your face before you even get started."

“Well, it's like this. I know you don't want me to be friends with Maggie, but Eddie, I think she is on to something that might make you some money."

“I'm not angry so far."

“She has a hobby—panning for gold."

“What?"

“You see, somehow gold gets in creeks and..."

“I know what panning for gold is. Go on."

“She thinks there may be gold—a lot of it—in some of the creeks on the Dollars’ farm. She has this map that shows where gold has been found in the past around here."

“All the North Carolina mines petered out a century ago."

“I don't exactly understand it, but she don't think so. She thinks the California gold rush and the Alaska gold rush that followed it caused people to quit looking in North Carolina. She thinks we can find enough to make it worth while."

He smiled again. “Has my little pea-brained bitch been studying history?"

She shook her head. “I'm just telling you what she told me."

“Were you out panning for gold today?"

Greta again shook her head. “No. Today she took me to sort of a museum at Reed's Gold Mine. It's about forty miles from here. They have displays and stuff. It was exciting."

“I'm still not angry, Greta. In fact, you may have just saved yourself from a beating. You see, I saw you riding with Maggie in her Blazer this morning. I was going to ask you about it later. If you lied to me about it you would have been in deep shit."

“Honey, I don't never lie to you."

“Bullshit. So when are you and Miss Maggie going to start looking for gold?"

“Tomorrow, maybe—if it's okay with you. Maggie was going to ask the Dollars for permission to search their creeks when she got home this afternoon. If it's okay with them, she's going to pick me up in the morning about eight."

“If the two of you do find gold, how much of it do you get to keep?"

“Half, but I figured I'd find a way to steal a little from her by not letting her know how much I have found."

“That's my girl,” Eddie said. “And how much do I get?"

“Oh, Eddie. You know I have no use for money. You get all of my share."

“You're damn right I do. You have any more of this spaghetti?"

She couldn't believe his good humor. She took his plate to the stove and placed the final serving of pasta on it. She covered it with her special sauce and set the overflowing plate before him."

As he covered the spaghetti with salt he said, “You go ahead and play with your new friend. When you get home, I'll have a surprise for you."

“What kind of surprise, Eddie?"

“Sewana is moving in with us."

“Who is Sewana?"

“I told you about her. She's the black waitress I've been banging the last few days. She has a nice set of boobs on her and a tight little twat you wouldn't believe. She knows how to use it too."

“Where's she gonna sleep?"

“In bed with me of course. If there isn't room for you, you can sleep on the floor."

“Eddie, that ain't right."

“Now you're making me mad."

“It still ain't right, damn it.” She began to cry. “I've done everything you ever asked me to. I don't deserve this."

“You knew I was fucking her, bitch."

“Yeah, but bringing her into my house is different."