The Lisa Series (4 page)

An older man sitting alone at a table pointed at her legs, “Jesus!” he exclaimed, “she’s got no stockings on. Her feet must be froze.”

“Yo, Frank, she got panties on?” The speaker was a husky young man standing next to me.

“I don’t know, Al,” Frank grinned. “Maybe she’ll let old Andy here find out?” He put his hand on the shoulder of a grizzled drunk who was sitting next to Lisa. Andy smiled up at Frank with a toothless grin, not sure of anything except that they were talking about him. The room became suddenly quiet. The men sensed that Frank was serious. Everyone waited for Lisa to respond. I could see Frank’s fingers tighten on her wrist.

She nodded her head, the color once more coming quickly to her cheeks. Then, slowly she slid off the stool and stepped over to where Andy sat. Still grinning foolishly, the old man turned to face her. “I think Andy forgot where it’s at,” Frank said. There was no laughter. Some of the men had climbed up on the bar for a better view. Frank reached out to squeeze Lisa’s arm. “Maybe you ought to help the simple minded bastard,” he said.

Lisa stood before Andy, not looking at him, her head bowed. She lifted the hem of her dress. Spreading her legs and taking the old man’s bony hand, she placed it on the inside of her bare thigh. “Ahhhh,” he sighed, nodding his head. He continued to grin at her as his hand moved up her leg. She gasped and shut her eyes when he reached her pussy. He kept his hand between her legs as he turned back to Frank.

“What’s she wearing?” Frank asked.

“Nothin’. No panties,” Andy rasped, grinning around at the others.

Lisa had not looked up. Her face was crimson. I’d expected the men to erupt in laughter, but they remained strangely silent. Everyone, even the two women at the table, stared intently at the toothless old alcoholic with his hand between Lisa’s legs. The young man next to me finally broke the silence. “How do we know crazy Andy ain’t lying?” The question was directed at Frank.

Before replying, Frank sipped his drink. Then he turned toward Lisa who had not moved. “Well, if the lady wants what I got here,” he grabbed his crotch, “she’ll just step over there by you, Al, and prove Andy ain’t lying.”

Lisa shook her head, “Please, Frank don’t...”

“Let her go, Andy.” Frank’s voice was harsh. Andy quickly withdrew his hand from beneath Lisa’s dress. Lisa waited a moment longer, then staring straight ahead crossed to stand before Al, who was seated next to me. I moved between them. “Back off, boy, if you don’t want to get hurt,” Frank said evenly. Lisa glanced at me and shook her head. I stepped away.

The young man quickly and easily lifted her and sat her on the edge of the bar, her back toward Ryan, the bartender. Her dress had slid up over her knees. Al placed his big callused hands on Lisa’s ankles. “Well?” he asked. She nodded. Slowly he moved his hands up along her legs. I felt a helpless rage building inside me. There was nothing I could do but stand there while these drunken bullies humiliated my wife.

“For a little girl, she sure got fine legs,” Al said, “and smooth, oh yeah, very smooth.” He hooked her hem under his thumb and spreading her knees, pushed the dress up until it covered only her pussy. He paused, his hands resting on Lisa’s bare thighs. Ryan had moved behind her. He glanced at Frank who nodded. Ryan placed his hands on Lisa’s waist and moved them along her back. Then he slid them under her dress. She made a small sound as he cupped her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. Lisa kept her eyes focused on Al’s blunt fingers.

“Can I show the boys here what they want to see?” He kept looking at Lisa, but his question was directed to Frank.

“Ask her,” Frank said.

“How about it?” Al asked.

“Yes,” she said in a whisper only those of us close to her could hear.

“Well, then,” Al said. He lifted the hem of her dress and folded it back fully exposing her pussy. “Open wide,” he ordered. Lisa hesitated, then spread her knees.

“Tell them what you’re going to do with that cunt hair tomorrow,” Frank shouted.

Lisa was staring at the back wall. “I’m going to shave it off,” she said, like someone drugged, her face expressionless.

“Tell them why,” Frank ordered.

“Because Frank wants me that way.”

“What way?” Frank asked.

“Bare, completely bare.”

“Well,” Al said, “maybe Frank will bring you back tomorrow night so we can all see your shaved cunt.” Lisa’s body stiffened. She started to turn toward Frank.

“We’ll talk about that later,” Frank said with a wave of his hand. The men had crowded around Al to stare at her pussy.

“How about tonight then!” someone shouted. “Maybe Frank will make her dance for us.” I could see that under her dress Ryan was squeezing her nipples.

“Yeah, a fuckin strip!” a huge, bearded guy who had pushed in next to Al yelled. Ryan tongued her ear. Lisa shut her eyes. Al began to push a thick finger inside her. Everyone could see that she was wet. Some of the men were rubbing their crotches. They were getting worked up and mean. I looked for a phone but couldn’t see one.

“She don’t dance,” Frank said.

“What does she do?” Ryan asked.

“She pees,” Frank answered. For a moment, they didn’t grasp the significance of what he had said. Lisa began to tremble. Ryan withdrew his hands from under her dress and reached beneath the bar for an old, blue, enameled basin.

“She going to pee for us?” Al asked. Frank shrugged his shoulders and winked. Al lifted her so that she now stood on the bar.

She turned toward Frank, “Please Frank, I can’t...please don’t.”

“You want fucked tonight?” He looked up at her unsmiling. “Or you want to make old Frankie unhappy?”

She couldn’t answer for a few moments. “Yes,” she said softly.

“Yes, what?” Frank asked.

“Yes, honey, I want...I want you.”

“How bad?”

“I don’t...I don’t…” she looked around the room and glanced at the door. There was no way out.“Bad,” she hung her head, “real bad.”

“Then hike up your dress and hunker down over the pan and show the boys how nice you make pee pee.”

She stood with her legs apart. Ryan slid the basin between her heels. She looked around the room once more, her eyes filling with tears that slowly ran down her cheeks. The men were silent and unmoved, staring up at her, waiting. Bowing her head, she bent her knees to squat over the pan. I had to turn away. After a few moments, I heard the first small trickle and then a stronger stream as her urine splashed into the basin.

When it stopped, the silence was suddenly broken with the men laughing and shouting and pounding on the bar. As I turned around, Al was reaching to lift her down to the floor. Ryan was placing the chipped basin on the back bar. “I’m going to have this engraved,” he laughed, “from Frank’s girlfriend, with love.” Lisa did not glance in my direction. Frank motioned to her. She ran to him and almost disappeared as he wrapped his arms around her.

She seemed to be sobbing against his chest. “What do you want to do, baby?” he said in a loud voice. “How about we stay here with these horny folks and party?” Unable to speak, she shook her head violently. Frank’s hands moved down to her buttocks and pulled her against him. “Well, stop that damn blubbering and look up here and tell me what you’d rather do.” Frank leaned back but still cupped her ass with his big hands. Lisa began to speak in a small choking voice. “Speak up so everyone can hear,” Frank said. “And talk nice, you know.”

She got control of herself and looked up at him. Then she lifted her arms and held his face between her tiny hands. “Please, Frank honey, take me home with you.”

“But we got the makings of a good party right here. What you going to offer better than a party at Ryan’s?”

Lisa seemed to understand what had become obvious to all of us. Frank wasn’t kidding. He was ready to party, and if he did, Lisa would be the reason for the party. She would be forced to provide the entertainment. The men were excited by what they had already seen. It was clear to her that staying here meant the worst things imaginable would surely happen.

She stood on her tiptoes, her arms around Frank’s neck, her pelvis pushing hard against his crotch, as she tongue kissed him. When they parted, the men clapped and cheered. She waited until the noise died down, then speaking in a voice filled with desperation, “Please, Frank honey, I’ll be better than a party. Please take me home!”

“You want to fuck?”

“Yes.”

“Well, say it.”

Lisa looked down at the floor, her face turning red. When she spoke again there was a tremor in her voice that suggested she might be on the verge of hysteria. “I want you...Frank honey, I...I want you to...to...fuck me.”

The men laughed. “Frank, you sure are one lucky son-of-a-bitch!” someone yelled.

“Ask her does she give head,” someone else shouted.

“Yeah, maybe she could show us.”

“Come on, Frank,” Ryan said, “let’s party with your little girlfriend.”

Once more Lisa put her arms around Frank and, looking up at him, the tears streaking her cheeks begged him, “Please, Frank, take me home. Please...whatever you want...I’ll do it good...I promise, Frank honey...I’ll do it good.” I couldn’t stand it any longer. I started toward them. Frank saw me and held up his hand. “Okay, baby, we’ll go.” He reached for Lisa’s coat and draped it over her shoulders. “While I finish my drink, you get yourself together and put on fresh lipstick.”

Lisa searched through her purse for a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. “Thank you, honey, thank you,” she said. She found her lipstick.

“You can thank me later,” Frank smiled, “on your knees.”

The men laughed again. “She going to suck it, Frank?” one of the men shouted.

“Of course she is, ain’t you, babe?”

Lisa was applying her lipstick attempting to steady her trembling hand. “Yes, honey.”

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Yes, honey, I want to...to suck.” I don’t believe she fully understood what that meant. She was ready to agree to anything in order to get Frank to leave.

“Suck what?”

“I...I...don’t...” Frank grabbed his crotch. “I...want to…to suck your...your...penis.” The men howled with derisive laughter.

“Your penis!” Al shouted. “She gonna suck old Frank’s penis. Shit, Frank, do you know where the fuck your penis is?” They laughed again as Frank once more grabbed his crotch. Lisa’s eyes were filling with tears. “Guess I gotta teach the little lady some vocabulary,” Frank said. He sat his glass down and, placing his arm around Lisa, led her toward the door, waving to the cheering crowd with his other hand.

“Anytime she has to pee, Frank, you just bring her on down to Ryan’s!” Al shouted.

“Yeah, Frank,” Ryan yelled, “It’s always free drinks and party time for you and your little woman. She’s a pisser!” Everyone laughed.

Chapter Four

First Night

It was after 3:00 AM when Lisa returned to our apartment. I expected her to shower, but she came immediately to the bedroom, placed something on the bedside table, undressed, and slid, naked, under the covers beside me. I turned to hold her, but she moved to the edge of the bed.

“No, Billy, the rules are that you mustn’t touch me.” Her voice was flat. She lay staring at the ceiling. I could smell her sex and lingering traces of her perfume. “He also said I wasn’t to shower until morning. That way, you would be reminded of where...of what...” her voice trailed off and she was silent again.

After awhile, she took a deep breath and began to speak. “I have to turn this on,” she said, reaching for the object she’d put next to the bed. “It’s a recorder. He wants me to tell you everything that happened. I’m to try to describe it in detail and leave nothing out. He wants me to tell what I was feeling and even things I was thinking. I have to include all of the things he said and everything I said.” Her voice began to quiver, and I thought she might cry. “He said I have to record it now, tonight, before I forget things.” She paused. “I’m not sure I can do this, Billy. The last four hours have been horrible, worse than I could ever have imagined. That man, Billy, he’s...he’s so...so...ugly, and cruel, the things...the things he made me say...the things I had to do...” she paused again to regain control. “The worst part is that he set Richie up. He planned this whole thing so that he could...could, oh Billy, I hate him. He’s perverted, and we must...I must do whatever he says. And now I have to describe all that happened to you. I’m so tired, Billy, so tired.”

“Then don’t do it.”

“I have to. He wants to listen to the tape tomorrow.” She arranged the pillow behind her and shifted to a sitting position. “Frank is smarter that we are, Billy. And he’s a monster.” I reached toward her once more, but she shook her head. “I’m exhausted, Billy. Please, let’s get this over with.”

“Why the recorder?” I asked.

“Like I told you, he’ll play it back later. He wants to be sure I tell you everything and that I don’t lie. I think that he believes it might make a difference between you and me.” She paused. “You won’t let it, will you?”

“No, of course not.”

“He made me swear to tell the truth, but he also made it clear that I’m to say things that will please him, pump up his ego, things that will indicate that I like him and…and want him. But I hate him, Billy. You have to believe that.”

She reached over to the bedside table, and I heard a tiny click as she turned on the machine. She sat perfectly still, continuing to stare up toward the ceiling. When she spoke her voice was lifeless. “To tell you the truth, Billy, I was so grateful that he agreed to take me out of that awful bar I didn’t think of you when we left. I didn’t think about the fact that he was responsible for me being there, that he and that boy Carl tricked Richie, and that he made me go there and made me do...those things. I only thought about the fact that he got me out, got me away from those men, that he saved me from...well, you know.” She watched the tape turning for a moment, then she looked across at me. “Oh, Billy, I’ve never been so ashamed. Doing what I did. Saying those words. Kissing Frank like that.” Tears formed in her eyes. She wiped them away.

“Those men, Billy, you saw them. They were like animals. There were times during the rest of the night with Frank when I wanted to scream, but I kept thinking it could have been worse. And Frank kept saying that he might take me back there if I didn’t...if I didn’t...” under the blanket she reached for my hand and squeezed it.