Trashy (7 page)

Two garbage bags later, I’m able to rinse the laundry clean and hang it, starting in on another. The sun is starting to move, and I’m surprised Buck isn’t home yet. He said it was just a half day. The trailer is slowly starting to look neater inside, like a home.

Shep and Buck don’t live in squaller, per se, but the trailer needed a lady’s touch. Being the lady who touches it means a lot to me.

When the clock hits five I start to feel antsy. Should I start in making dinner? At the least, I start baking the potatoes. They’ll sit in foil and stay hot. Without knowing how the boys like their steaks, there isn’t much else for me to do.

Buck and Shep have computers in their rooms. Shep’s looks like he actually uses it, the screen only humming as the computer sleeps. Buck’s though, is a laptop with a dusty cover. He hasn’t used it in a while, so I decide that’s a safer choice.

Cracking it open, I’m happy to see they have internet. The park got wifi a few years ago, and you could just pay into your rent fees in exchange for the password. Mama never saw any use for it, so I always had to use the internet at the library if I needed it.

It’s slow to boot up. Finally, his background loads, and I gasp. It’s a woman all tied up, a ball in her mouth. The woman’s mascara is running and she looks likes she’s in pain. Buck’s got this as his computer
background
!?

There’s two folders. One says “cars” and the other says “porn.” Just like that. He doesn’t even try to hide it. It feels wrong, like trespassing, but I open the porn folder.

Oh. My. Gosh.

All the things he’d warned me about and more are in here. There are pictures of girls getting spanked. Tied up. Their nipples clamped and things put in, um, all their parts. My cheeks burn and the arrow hovers above the ‘x’ to close the folder, but I can’t stop. Each picture or video fills me with apprehension and desire. A lot of desire.

Between my legs, my pussy is starting to feel tingly and swollen. In my chest, my heart is stampeding. I could be like the women in the photos. Buck and Shep could do these things to me. Buck called it a punishment, but the way I’m feeling now, it’s hard for me to imagine feeling bad after.

A car door slams outside and I hastily close the folder and slam the computer shut.

Buck’s window faces the main street through the park, and I peek through his bent blinds to see if he’s home.

Instead, I see Lloyd, and all my tingly good feelings evaporate. He’s standing on my mama’s porch. She’s hovering in the door, wearing her red working robe, gesturing toward the trailer. Toward me.

Worrying my lip, I slowly crack the window to see if I can hear what they’re saying. It squeaks and I freeze, worried they heard. But Mama’s voice is still rattling on, and Lloyd’s got his hand all over his face, like he can rub all the bad out.

He’s not a nice man and will be rubbing for a long time.

Finally, he storms toward Buck and Shep’s trailer. Toward me. The clock says it’s five forty five. Buck should’ve been home hours ago, and Shep doesn’t get in ‘til six. Which means I’m alone.

Lloyd storms up the steps and bangs on the door. The rattles of the front door shake apart my nerves.

What can he do? Nothing. Just see what they want.

Still, Buck has a hunting knife next to his bed. I don’t know why I grab it-- Lloyd may be an ass but he’s never laid a hand on me or Mama-- and go to answer the door.

I crack it. “What do you want?

“Your Mama says to get your slut ass back to the house. This is over.” Lloyd’s growl makes my blood run cool and I grip the handle of the knife, still hidden, a little harder.

“No. Tell her I ain’t coming back.”

“Open the goddamn door, Vickie.”

“Please leave, I’ve got nothin’ more to say. I’m eighteen. Y’all can’t make me do anything I don’t want.”

This was the wrong thing to say. He was irritated before, but now I’ve pissed him off. He pulls the screen, but it’s locked. “You’re coming home, Vickie. We got a lot to talk about. You owe me, you know. Ten thousand dollars. You’re gonna work that sweet young pussy to pay me back.”

“That’s not my fault. I don’t owe you anything! Mama lied to me-- she said it was only five thousand! You were going to pocket almost all of it!”

“That’s the way this works, Vickie. If you open the door and come home now, though, maybe we can talk about a different split. If I’m not angry. But you’re real close to making me angry, and that isn’t going to work out for you.” He’s already angry. His voice is raising. The hairs on my neck stick up.
Please come home, Shep! Buck! I need you!

“Lloyd, I don’t now, nor will I ever, work for you.” I want it to sound tough. Final. Instead it just sounds like a meek, little girl.

He doesn’t wait. He starts banging on the screen. Screaming, I slam the front door shut and lock it. The banging grows louder, splitting my ears. Peeking through the window, I see his figure rock back as he starts kicking.

There’s a shattering and a squeal as he breaks and then rips the screen door right on off. Hands trembling, I scoot to a corner and hold my knife in front of me. The big, nasty blade gives little comfort.

Just as the front door starts to quiver, Lloyd determined to kick it down, too, there’s shouting outside and blare of a car horn. A door slams shut and someone is bellowing at Lloyd. A scuffle noise comes, then a slam on the front door that shakes the whole trailer.

Another yell and I recognize the voice. My heart leaps and I scramble up. It’s Shep!

Yanking the door open, I see Buck’s there, too. Both of them are beating on Lloyd and while violence frightens me, a piece of me is glad for it. Lloyd scares me, and now I’m seeing that Shep and Buck weren’t just lying to sleep with me. They’re protecting me.

It’s brutal.

Shep has his arm around Lloyd’s neck, choking, while Buck is laying into his ribs. My mama is shrieking, her banshee wail piercing the trailer park. A crowd of my neighbors are moving in, shouting in panic but afraid to jump in. Who would try to stop a bear fight? That’s what this was like, both Shep and Buck snarling as they made their territory safe.

My insides are fluttering from pride, but a flash and the sirens shut everything down. The cops spin in, doors opening and uniforms spilling out. They’ve got guns and I’m tasting bile, suddenly scared for my men.

But they’re no fools. Both of them freeze, hands up, letting Lloyd drop to the ground. Lloyd’s sputtering, curled in on himself, and spitting blood into the clay. It’s tough to look at, but he’ll live.

My mama comes in, railing. “Arrest them!”

Shep’s silent as an officer moves behind to cuff him, as if he’s resigned to this outcome, but Buck’s still raring for a fight. “Oh, hell no! This motherfucker was kicking in our damned door! We’re just protecting what’s ours!”

“You thugs! You’re lying!” My mama is hissing, boldly stepping in and poking a finger in Buck’s chest before another officer intervenes. Good thing, too. The white-eyed look on Buck’s face is wild, and I’m not sure he’s above clocking a woman right now.

“Buck,” the officer says gently, “Don’t make this hard.”

They’re going to take them away. They’re going to arrest them just because they were protecting me! Dropping the knife in the house, I run down the steps. “Stop! Please don’t! They were protecting me from him.” Looking pointedly at Lloyd’s twisting, moaning body, I resist the urge to spit.

The park is small. Everyone knows everyone and no one’s business is as secret as they might like. We don’t talk much and neighborly loyalty isn’t something you should count on. Not because we’re cruel, but because each trailer is loaded with its own baggage.

But now my neighbors come crowding in, defending Buck and Shep. They swarm around the officers, each one spilling a story about what had happened. Mute, I watch, hoping against hope.

It works.

“Call an ambulance,” the officer behind Shep says while uncuffing him. He shakes Shep’s hand, which looks bruised, the knuckles split open. “Sorry ‘bout that, Shep. Buck.” He nods. “Come down tomorrow and make an official report, okay?” The officer sounds weary and it’s shameful. Like we’re all just trailer trash, getting in the way of his good day.

Still, watching them cuff Lloyd to the stretcher and drive off is nice. My mama’s face, tight and pale with rage, just makes me sad. I don’t know if it’s her or Lloyd pushing this thing, but this isn’t how I pictured us. We weren’t ever gonna be close, but I always figured she’d be there.

“Come inside, baby girl.” Buck places his hand on my ass, right there in front of everyone in the park, and guides me inside. Like he’s marking me as his.

It feels good, erasing some of the jaggedness stemming from all the adrenaline.

Inside, a smell catches me in the nose. “Shit!” Running to the stove, I pull the potatoes out. They’re withered and dry, but not burning. “Oh, damnit!” Opening the window above the sink, I start fanning their crispy smell out of the house. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overcook them!”

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” Shep says as he grabs two beers from the fridge. “You were distracted. What was that piece of shit doing here?”

“Trying to get me. He says I owe him the money. That Clay was gonna pay for, you know, my--”

“Your cherry?” Buck laughs. “Sorry, Lloyd, Clay-- that ship has
sailed
.” We laugh and I get their steak orders. Setting the table, we sit.

A family.

Shep

“I still can’t believe he thought he could kick in our door without consequence.” Buck is steaming. So am I, but he tends to pipe out hot air, while I tend to let the pressure build. When I explode, no one should be around.

The steak is amazing and a surprise. Buck and I order our fair share of pizza, and I tend to bring home chicken and such often. The only time we cook is when we hunt. Knowing sweet little Vickie is a good cook --well, except for the potatoes -- is a bonus.

She takes these small bites, lifting them to her mouth and chewing slow, savoring each one. Her big brown eyes even shut once or twice, like it’s the best thing she’s ever eaten. I like a woman who knows how to eat. How to take pleasure in the little things. My life’s been one rough ride after the other, and I know sometimes the small things count the most.

Under the table, I’m sporting a wicked hard on. It’s the adrenaline from the fight. The high of getting out of those cuffs. I know the local PD has had their eye on me since my parents disappeared. They’re just looking for an excuse to lock me up.

“It was scary,” Vickie answers Buck. “I didn’t know where you were.”

A wounded look flits across Buck’s face. “Sorry, baby. I had to work later than I thought, and then Shep brought his car in.” He does look sorry, too, and I know he’s blaming himself. But Joe needed help, and Buck’s the kind of guy who’ll give you shit for asking but come through no matter what.

“Vickie.” He says it sternly, like she’s a little girl in trouble. Her back straightens and her face pales.

“Yes, Buck?” Jesus, that sweet little voice. The pouty lip. Her big brown eyes becoming hazy with lust.

“Stand up and take off your clothes.” My eyes follow her every move as she stands, trembling. Fingers grab at the bottom of her tank top and pull it tantalizingly slow over her head, exposing those big titties I love so much. Her jean shorts and panties follow. There’s red lines etched into her skin from her clothes being too tight. If my blood wasn’t all in my cock, I’d be angrier for her. Her mother should have paid for clothes that fit.

Once naked, Buck demands she clean the table. Both of us watch like hungry beasts as she works, her body wobbling and jiggling in all the right places. When she finishes, she stands between us. I love how her stomach is clenched, fearful of what’s next, while her smell--

She’s just as horny as we are.

“Baby girl, you know what’s gonna happen now?” Buck’s standing up and stripping off his belt. Vickie starts to go to her knees, like it’s the only thing she’s been hoping for all damned day. He catches her and pulls her to standing. “Oh, no, no. First you’re gonna be punished.”

Vickie’s lower lip sticks out and wobbles. “What for?”

“For wearing some tight clothes. Making men want you. For cussing before dinner.”

“But Buck--”

He stops her with a finger pressed to those lips that I’m imagining wrapped around my cock. “Shhh. I don’t want excuses. You’re a big girl. On my way home I stopped for beer. You know what I heard?”

Vickie shakes her head. Me? My hand is palming my cock, which is starting to ache I’m so hard. Buck’s like a predator, and watching him work to corner Vickie is the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever seen. Maybe I should have listened to him when he tried to get me in on his kinky shit.

“I heard Mikey from four trailers down say he saw you biking down the road. Did you ride your bike to the store?”

Her eyes dart to mine.
Sorry, Vickie. Can’t help you
. “Y-yes, I did.”

“He was talking about those nice big tits of yours.” Buck presses himself to the back of her. His hands reach around and grab her tits. They spill out of his hands. He begins to knead them and squeeze them together. My sights are glued to that glorious cleavage and I have the sudden urge to titty fuck Vickie and come all over her face. Vickie starts to moan and grind her ass back on Buck. “That feel good, baby girl?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You made another man lust for you. Well, Mikey’s more of a boy, but still. Lie over Shep’s lap now, you hear? He’s gonna spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.” Buck punctuates it by twisting a nipple until Vickie yelps and scurries over to me.

Her body is draped over my lap, my cock pressing into her stomach and her sweet heart of an ass in the air. “Shep, swat that ass up,” Buck commands.

I’ve never done this before. Maybe some love taps here and there, but usually I just fuck a girl and go home. My hand hovers in the air and then I bring it down on one of her cheeks. The
pop
it makes is so… satisfying.

Buck is unimpressed. “Dude, what was that? Tan her hide, or she won’t learn her lesson.”

I smack her ass twice more, one on each cheek. The way the flesh ripples after the strikes is mesmerizing. Buck moves around behind me and my back straightens. His chest presses in and I can feel the heat of his jaw next to mine. If I were to turn my head, my beard would scratch his stubble.

“Now, Shep.” Hot breath tickles my ear. Buck’s voice sounds like it’s an octave lower, husky and rumbling. Something squeezes in my chest. There’s too many instincts going on. A desire to shove him away and protect my space. The curiosity that’s holding me still. Confusion. Goddamn, the confusion.  He wraps a hand on top of mine. Then he spanks our girl’s ass with my hand, like he’s teaching me a damned golf swing.

The difference is stark. I was popping her, but this is a
crack
. Vickie yelps and jerks on my lap and sweet Jesus, it feels good to have her squirm on my cock. “That’s too hard, Shep!” She squeaks, and there’s a raw quality to her plead, like she’s about to start crying.

“Oh, sweet cheeks, if it was supposed to feel good, it wouldn’t be a punishment. Can you be brave for me and Shep?”

She whimpers and my heart jerks, afraid she’ll say no.

“Yes,” she sighs and lifts her hips higher. Buck sucks in a breath in my ear. He doesn’t move.

“I’ll tell you when to stop.” His hands rest on my shoulder and I’m stiffer than steel in my pants, my whole body humming. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing or why I’m letting him. My brain is trying to shoot through the fugue, synapses firing away to tell me to push him off. To stop him from doing whatever it is he’s doing.

Before it’s too late.

Before our friendship is tested too much.

The warnings aren’t enough. Hell, they’re barely getting through. Instead, my hand raises and I begin to smack the tar out of our girl’s ass. Vickie’s wailing, thrashing on my lap, and I don’t stop.

My palm goes numb and I don’t stop. Her cries, her sniffles, her pleas fall on deaf ears, and I don’t stop.

And Buck’s hands descend from my shoulders, rubbing down my chest. My pecs tighten beneath his touch. His fingers, those long, oil-stained mechanic fingers, start unbuttoning my shirt.

He’s forced to lean further into me, our bodies pressed together, to get to my final buttons. When his fingers start to graze my abs and ribs I suck in a breath and falter in Vickie’s spanking. There are no thoughts now.

“That’s enough,” he growls in my ear. Vickie sobs in relief and me? I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. My best friend is touching me in a way he is never supposed to. We’ve got a girl who’s just barely this side of legal sprawled on my lap. Her ass is bright red, and purple bruises are starting to bloom.

No one moves. Not just yet. We just listen to the symphony of Vickie’s sobs and my uneven breaths. It’s ragged and compelling.

“Baby girl, did you learn your lesson?”

Vickie blubbers right away. “Oh y-yes, Buck. I know better.”

“Good. I want you to slide off Shep’s lap and suck him off. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmmhmm.” And she does. Her curvy, soft body slides off and she kneels in front. Those long lashes lift and her brown eyes widen at the sight of Buck hanging over my shoulders, his hands touching my chest. “Buck?” The tremor in her voice is what kills me.

“It’s okay, baby. Do you like this? Do you like seeing me this close to Shep?” This is a question for both of us. I can feel it. If this weirds Vickie out too much, Buck’ll stop. We’ll never talk about how I’ve never been so turned on in my life. About how, since her birthday night, I can’t picture fucking Vickie without envisioning Buck there, too. We won’t talk about it, we’ll pretend it never happened.

And I’ll be haunted for the rest of my life. I should stop this now, I should--

“I like it a bunch,” she whispers, and my whole chest explodes, every worry busting free. In it’s place is something I refuse to call love, but I’ll say this: In this moment, I’ve never felt happier. More at home. It feels fucking amazing.

Then it gets better, because she tugs my cock free from my pants and goes to town. Buck doesn’t move. Just stands there, his body heat suffusing with mine, coaching Vickie. I’ve got to admit it, he’s turning her into a dick-sucking pro. Feeling daring, I lie my head back on his shoulder and he tightens his arms in response, hugging me closer.

This is something we’ll need to talk about, and it’s the kind of thing I never thought I’d talk about. Hell, you
don’t
talk about it in this town. But now’s not the time for talk.