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Sulky and Vamp |
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By Margo Perry
“The defendant, Sulky Rose, has pled no contest to the charge of misrepresenting her employment status. She has further pled guilty to one count of lying about her house, instead of seeking job opportunities, and one count of visiting her mother at Serenity Village fraudulently ‘after work’.
“At this time, the Court is prepared to proceed to sentencing. Slackers and liars must be exposed! Please remove the defendant’s clothing!”
Judge Lili Rose struck gavel against block, silencing the murmurs that rippled through the courtroom, as her two Court Officers began to unbutton Sulky’s yellow shirt-dress. Their fingers shook as they eased the silky material off her shoulders, exposing the bra that, despite being stretched to its very limit, was unable to hide the rubbery elongated nipples that had escaped their lacy white prison walls.
“I can’t help myself,” one of the officers cried, using both of his large and meaty hands to weigh and caress Sulky’s Olympian mountains of breast flesh.
Pushed over the edge of decorum by what he saw, the other officer lowered his head to Sulky’s teat and began to lick and suckle, gorging himself like a hungry, desperate-to-be-loved infant. He lifted her breast out of its KKK bra cup, plunging his face nose first into her abiding flesh and gasped as he smothered himself in her bosom’s embrace.
“Please, don’t stop,” Sulky cried. “It’s been too long. Please, don’t stop. Help me out of my clothes. Touch me everywhere! Kiss me! Fuck me!”
Sulky fought against the cuffs that bound her hands behind her back as her sensational tit-shelf juggled, bounced and swayed with every jerk and tug. She stamped her feet impatiently as her lust heated to fever pitch.
“Halt and desist,” Judge Lili Rose admonished, rising and beating her gavel again and again. “This is supposed to be punishment, not a pleasure fest for the horny defendant. Cease and desist!”
Sulky awoke, a tangled mess of wet pajamas, damp sheets and confused emotions. Her usual riot of springy dark curls were pasted to her cheeks, neck or shoulders, wherever they could attach themselves to her sticky, sweating skin. Her heart thumped and one calf muscle was twitching involuntarily.
Brrrrrring … Brrrrrring … Brrrrrring
Sulky lurched bolt upright, twisted right, and slapped her open palm down hard on the button atop her Pink Fairy alarm clock.
Why beat up on the clock? It isn’t ringing!
“Oh shut up,” Sulky demanded of the silent room.
Now her hand hurt, her head hurt, and she was screaming at a voice inside her own head, a long time tenant that only a lobotomy could evict. Heaven knows she’d tried everything else: therapy, prescribed pills and copious amounts of red wine.
Brrrrrring … Brrrrrring … Brrrrrring
Telephone!
Sulky lunged toward the culprit, knocking over the wine bottle she’d emptied before falling into last night’s drunken sleep. Before she could grab it, the phone fell silent. Groaning hoarsely, Sulky righted the bottle and then eased herself back down on the bed. Remnants of the dream pursued her, but its narrative had escaped and she was left with a memory as haunting and elusive as the smell of a lover’s pipe long after its smoke rings had disappeared into the ether. She was also feeling very, very horny. The rough cotton of her over-washed pajama top teased her aroused and erect nipples and her swollen vulva ached with longing. Pussy juice painted the insides of her thighs and deep inside her, nerves and muscle grasped and released, throbbing with the need for consummation. Sulky yearned for the prodding, slow entry of a cock, one that would grow restless and greedy, one that would launch them on a mission of unspeakable pleasure. Wriggling with anticipation, she was reaching under the sheet just as the phone began to ring again.
“Fuck!” she said, reaching for her cell. “Hello.”
Hello Sulky, I was just calling . . .
“What kind of a mother calls her daughter Sulky? Did you ever call me by my real name? SOPHIA!” Sulky was spoiling for a fight.
Your father started calling you ‘his Sulky’ because of those enviable full, sexy lips of yours. And you loved it. You never objected before, but if that’s how you feel, no problem. Sophia it will be. From now on.
“Don’t bother. It’s too late now. You could have . . .”
There’s no talking to you when you’re like this. Yesterday, we spent a lovely Thanksgiving Day together and now you’re doing your best to spoil things. They say I’m losing my marbles and I’ve moved into Serenity to spare you the burden of taking care of a crazy old woman. I want you to be free and I want you to be happy. I can’t remember the last time you went out on a date.
“Date! What’s that? I’d settle for a good uninterrupted sleep.”
I can see that I’ve disturbed you and I’m sorry. You take care of yourself. Goodbye now.
Click.
Lili Rose hadn’t even waited for her daughter to say goodbye. Her icy tone froze Sulky’s libido, catapulting her back to reality. And then she remembered she’d set up a meeting with Josh Morgan, the new director of her mother’s nursing home. Lili must have called to remind her. She checked the clock: 1:30 PM. Her appointment was for 2:30 PM. Why hadn’t Lili said something?
Because she has an asshole for a daughter! Dementia grabbed hold of your mother when she was only forty. She’s been battling it for fifteen years and her only crime is to fight back on her own terms and leave you comfortably in charge of your own life. She must have saved every penny from her gigs and the couple of hit singles she made - just to leave you independent - and all you do is whine. Your mother’s right. You need to get a life.
Sulky hated it when the voice in her head told her the truth, but she had no time for self-recrimination. She dashed from her bed into the shower, soaping, rinsing and drying herself with the efficiency of a car moving through a car wash. She called herself a cab and then swept her wet hair back in a pony tail. There was no time for make-up. Without thinking, she climbed into her white lacy panties, manipulated her giant titties into her matching bra, and grabbed her yellow shirt dress from her closet. She made it downstairs and out of the house just as the cab pulled up. It was 1:58 PM.
As Sulky jumped in, she caught sight of her image in the taxi’s side view mirror. Her generous lips were pulled into a tight miserable line and her dull and reddened eyes stared out at nothing. She could almost see the big L carved in the middle of her forehead!
“Serenity Retirement Village,” she said. “I have a 2:30 appointment. We should make it, right?”
“Traffic gods be willing,” her cabbie said.
Sulky sank back against new leather seats. She loved their smell and wondered whether their plastic content was slowly poisoning her, but she had too many immediate problems to care. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but guilty thoughts and anxiety interrupted her descent.
Yesterday’s Thanksgiving dinner was the first she hadn’t had to prepare in the last six of her thirty-six years of life. All she’d had to do was join her mother in Serenity’s elegant dining room and enjoy the feast. But in spite of that, she missed them being at home. She missed her mother’s crazy musician friends and the songs they sang. She missed her mother’s relentless élan, her glamour, her sparkling wit - even as she’d watched it fade. But most of all, she missed caring for her. Missed being needed. Her mother’s departure had left too big a hole in Sulky’s life and she felt like a lost soul dropped into a cold, dark well of endless depth.
When Lili Rose first noticed her forgetfulness, she took precautions and was able to survive for five years or so with her lyrics propped up on her piano or printed carefully along the insides of her long slender arms and hands, which allowed her to move around the stage. But one night, her ability to concentrate dissolved into confusion, a blank stare and then silence. She immediately quit, leaving performing before it could leave her. That’s when her husband, Sulky’s father, began to take long trips, refusing to witness the languishing of his dream. He soon found another talent to manage, left, and never looked back.
Sulky was proud of how she’d cared for Lili, but now she was done, alone, and lonely. Worse, she resented her mother’s successful integration into her new community. It had been eight months and Sulky was beginning to realize that she needed to move on.
“$36.60, Ma’am,” the driver said, shutting down the meter as he turned into Serenity’s winding driveway.
“Thanks,” Sulky said, pulling two twenties and a five from her purse.
Sure, spend money you don’t have.
Ignoring the caution, she leaned forward to pass the bills to the cabbie. Her gargantuan tits pressed against the back of the front seat and her ultra-sensitive nipples sprouted, wishing leather were the flesh of a man, a warm, tender and responsive man. It had been years since she’d had one - ten to be exact - and her breast flesh seemed to expand under the pressure, ballooning above the top button of her dress and spilling sideways into giant spongy orbs. Her long river of cleavage hit her chin, eventually disappearing under buttons that struggled to maintain control.
“Thanks,” the driver said, twisting back toward her, his leering grin telling all. “Do you need change?” he asked.
“All I can get,” Sulky shot back, “but not from you.”
“That’s cute,” the cabbie said, still ogling her.
“Cute is having a job and I lost mine three months ago. Cute is having your mother to talk to and mine has flown into the cuckoo’s nest.”
“Sorry, Ma’am.”
Sulky gathered her bag and coat, climbed from the car, and started toward the entrance. She felt old and unfashionable in her loud yellow spring frock and wondered why she’d put it on. In November! It was much too cheerful for the jobs ahead. First, she had to meet this new director and listen to him assess the stage of her mother’s dementia. She’d liked the young lady who had vetted and approved her mother’s application and admittance, and had no interest in dealing with somebody else. Secondly, she was determined to finally admit to her mother that she’d shown up at the library one Friday morning only to be told that they loved her, but had no money to pay her. She knew that her mother would worry. Although she’d turned her house over to Sulky, mortgage free, Sulky still needed a job, a place to be productive and not alone. Placing one leaden foot in front of the other, she struggled toward the front door.
Serenity seemed larger and more imposing than it had for the last months. Inspired by American antebellum designs, the architect had recreated a sense of fluid luxury and grace that today seemed to mock her. Maybe it was her hangover, but Sulky felt intimidated and out of place. As she climbed the few steps onto the veranda, passing between the majestic Greek pillars, the doors swung open as if by magic.
“I’m glad you made it,” Lili said. “I was watching out for you. I’d like you to meet my aide de camp, George Wilson.”
Aide de camp?
Sulky stared at the incredulous sight. Hair coiffed and make-up perfect, her mother was dressed in her favourite white Chanel suit, complete with chain, and seemed ready for the red carpet. Holding the door open was George Wilson, dressed in the military style of an ADC, complete with a gold braided cord that draped from his left shoulder across his dark blue and heavily medalled uniform. Sulky couldn’t believe her eyes!
Everybody in town knew George Wilson’s story. He’d returned home from WW11 alive and well, thanks to his best friend, Chocolateface Symonds, who’d saved his life not once, but twice. They were both in uniform when Chocolateface had been dragged from their army bus and beaten for being the wrong colour. George had tried to stop the assault, but had been escorted to a street party celebrating returning soldiers. He hadn’t seen Chocolate Face since. He spent the next sixty years drinking and smoking dope until his family finally deposited him in Serenity, a drooling and defeated sad man. Until now! Whatever her mother had done to him, he looked as proud and statuesque as any newly retired officer and at least twenty years younger than his eighty-five years.
“Please stand still for check-in,” Lili said to Sulky.
Too amazed to do anything else, Sulky stood still. George moved around her slowly and solemnly, his eyes glued to her bountiful breasts. “Very, very good,” he muttered. “She is indeed your daughter and might have surpassed your dimensions.”
“I think she has,” Lili said, pressing her shoulders back to display her breasts to best advantage. “You have permission to further analyze.”
Sulky watched George cruise around her mother, checking her tits from every angle. His flushed face moved beyond smiles to absolute bliss and Sulky couldn’t help noticing the great bulge that made his uniform seem much less formal.
“So close,” George intoned. “I’d have to move on to the density test to be sure.”
“You may test mine, but we’re not allowed to touch visitors. You must remember that.”
Right there in the foyer, George placed a hand on each of Lili’s breasts and began to knead and caress. His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned with pleasure. Placing his hands beneath their mass, he hefted and bounced them, jacket or no Chanel jacket.
“Time crunch,“ Lili said, tapping the face of her watch with her red lacquered nail. George earnestly removed his hands from Lili’s wonderfully firm orbs before taking two precise steps back. “I have back to back meetings for the rest of the afternoon, but I want you to escort our visitor to Director Morgan’s headquarters. After that you’re free for the day.”
George bowed low. “Thank you, Your Honour.”
A snicker escaped Sulky’s lips, but ended quickly with one withering glance of disapproval from George as he stood reverently watching Her Honour, Lili, click her fabulous high heels down the hall.
Sulky didn’t know how to feel. Her mother was obviously channelling Ken Kesey and had completely snapped. But her indomitable spirit had returned, that passionate glint was back in her eye, and George Wilson was anything but the slobbering mess he’d been for years. Sulky felt left out and realized that she didn’t like being the visitor, didn’t like being on the outside, even of this madness.
“Follow me, please,” George said, his voice courteous, but frigid.
Sulky followed, wishing that he was still warmly eyeballing her breasts. He’d seemed to like her then. Her legs felt unsteady as she rushed to keep up with his military quickstep. She felt she was on the edge of something she didn’t understand, something she’d rather be a part of than not. After their very silent passage, they reached their destination and George knocked on Josh Morgan’s door.
“Come in,” a voice answered.
George opened the door, stepped aside to facilitate Sulky’s entrance, and left without so much as a glance in her direction. The hurt she felt surprised her. She stepped inside the office and closed the door. Josh Morgan stepped from behind his desk and crossed the room, his hand extended in greeting.
“Sophia, isn’t it?”
Sulky stood stock still as he approached. He was a heat wave covering the land that was her flesh, skin and bones and he took her breath away. Everything about him was a force multiplier: The comfortable ease with which he carried his six-foot-four frame. His rolling deep voice that vibrated along her spine. The dark hair, full lips and piercing eyes. She hadn’t known she had a man of her dreams until now and she was in immediate and desperate lust. Her Heathcliff. She was drawn to him, even as she sensed something dark and dangerous.
“Yes, Mr. Morgan,” Sulky stuttered, accepting his handshake.
He smelled of male, a heady mixture of pipe smoke and cologne. His grip was firm, his hands a little rough, as though used to some kind of manual labour. Sulky imagined them unfastening her bra, reaching around to support her massive tits. Soon, he would lift her nipples to his teeth, hurt them just enough for them to need the nursing balm of his warm, wet lips and tongue. Josh Morgan had ignited a volatile and desperate hunger inside her and she hung onto his handshake as though it were her only means of life support.
“Have a seat and please, call me Josh.”
Josh gently retrieved his hand from Sulky’s grasp and returned to his desk, motioning her toward the chair opposite his. The amusement sparkling out of his eyes told Sulky that he was well aware of how much he was turning her on and that it was a reaction he was used to receiving from the opposite sex. Sulky felt as silly as a schoolgirl.
“Now, about your lovely mother. You visit often. How do you think she’s doing?”
Sulky was taken aback by the question. She’d expected a cold evaluation, something she could resent.
“I suppose she’s doing alright,” she said, hoping that she didn’t sound defensive. She wanted to please Josh Morgan. “I mean, I’m not a doctor, but she seemed pretty crazy today. She met me at the door with a uniformed aide-de-camp.”
Josh crossed his arms, threw back his head and laughed heartily. “I’m not a doctor either, at least not a medical doctor. I have a doctorate in psychology, but my position here is purely administrative. However, her doctors have written a glowing report and, while there’s no cure for dementia, her short term memory loss seems to be in remission and her capacity for abstract thought, planning and follow-through seem to have settled into the range they consider normal.”
“But what was all that craziness with George Wilson?”
Josh studied the file he’d opened on his desk. “I wouldn’t worry too much about her interactions with George or any of the other patients. Everybody’s being well-monitored. The doctors all concur that Lili seems to have an uncanny way of understanding our patients’ problems and needs and that the results of their relationships are constructive. Several patients have begun to survive without anti-depressants. Others, like George, seem less inclined to sit and vegetate. They’re much more alert and interactive. In fact, they’re putting on some kind of performance tonight after dinner. It might be helpful for you to stay and see how well she’s doing.”
“I’d love to,” Sulky said. “I really would.”
That’s right, gush away. Get on your knees, why don’t you!
“Shush!”
“Did you say something?” Josh asked.
“Sulky was talking to herself. Something she does all too often.”
A startled Sulky turned toward a voice that purred like a jungle cat. The woman she saw lounging against the door wore a gold lamé strapless full length gown. Her smooth skin was the colour of a caffè latte, her green eyes haunting and the sophisticated configuration of braids piled high on her head was simply a work of art. Her beauty was as exotic as her presence was unearthly. How had she gotten in without anyone hearing?
“Vamp, how many times have I told you to knock? And how rude of you to tell Sophia that she’s sulky?”
“I didn’t say that she was sulky. I said that she is Sulky.”
Sulky watched as the woman sashayed over to Josh, hips jutting, tits and shoulders swaying, dancing to a tune only she could hear. She watched Josh stand, studying his smile. All levity was gone. His entire face was the picture of arousal. She could see the bulge in his pants and she hated it. She wanted that protuberance throbbing for her, not for some siren called Vamp!
“I wanted you to see my gown,” she cooed. “Don’t I look ready for the Magical Mystery Tour?” She laughed and the sound was a silvery delight, playful and seductive. “I’m going to dance in Lili’s show tonight and I might even keep my clothes on!”
“You’d better,” Josh said. “Vamp, I’d like you to meet . . .”
“Sulky. I know who she is. But what is she wearing? All those yellow frills are hurting my eyes and they’re hiding your best attributes. You’ve got to get your mind right, girl!”
“Now that’s quite enough, Vamp. I think it’s time for you to go.”
“Not until I have a chat with Miss Sulky here.”
Vamp had so mesmerized Sulky that she jumped when Josh’s phone rang.
“Please excuse me,” Josh said, picking up.
Vamp crossed the room and stopped right in front of Sulky, radiating a sexual energy that caressed Sulky like the sun.
“I know who you are and I know what you need. You’re not going to get it hiding inside yourself as you are,” Vamp chastised.
Sulky slunk low in her chair, uneasy in the spotlight. “What do you mean?” she asked, her face beet red.
“You’ll never get what you want if you can’t even admit you want it. But, so be it. You’re the loser. Josh is delicious, I can assure you of that!”
“Are you Josh’s girl?” Sulky asked, her voice tentative. “A patient?”
“I’m nobody’s patient and nobody’s girl. Besides, we’re talking about you. I can smell you, you’re so randy. What are you waiting for? Get it together! What’s Josh supposed to do with a girl who wears bright yellow frills in November and sleeps in a pink bedroom with pink carpets and a pink fairy clock. You’re no longer twelve and, as beautiful as you are, a little make-up wouldn’t hurt!”
Vamp seemed to know so much about Sulky that it was giving her the creeps. Lili must have spilled her guts. They must be really good friends. But Sulky didn’t care. Josh was on her mind and he was all that mattered. “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Sulky asked. She felt like she was begging.
“I do, but that doesn’t help you. You have to feel beautiful yourself, and you’re far from that. Josh isn’t going to look at somebody who can’t even admit to wanting him!”
Sulky needed help. Vamp was getting to her. She peeked at Josh who was staring into space, lost in his telephone conversation.
“I need to go. I’ve got to spend some time with my mother,” Sulky told Vamp.
“Translation: You’re a chicken shit and you’ve got to run away,” Vamp said, reaching around to tug Sulky’s ponytail.
Vamp’s tits were close enough to touch and they were exciting Sulky. Her own nipples began to tingle and she began to squirm. She’d never come close to being aroused by a woman before. Suddenly, she was furious at Vamp, at Josh, at herself and at the world. She did want Josh. Desperately. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit it out loud.
“I’m terribly sorry, but there’s an emergency I have to take care of,” Josh said, hanging up and heading for the door. “We can continue right after the concert, Sophia, or you can call and we’ll reschedule. I apologise.”
“That’s alright,” Sulky said.
“Behave yourself, Vamp,” Josh shouted over his shoulder as he headed for the door.
“Don’t I never?” Vamp countered.
“Never, but I can hope,” Josh said, closing the door behind him.
The intimacy that flowed between Vamp and Josh was driving Sulky insane and something inside her exploded. “I do want Josh,” she said. “I’m so lonely.”
“And horny, my little kitten,” Vamp cooed, kissing the tear that ran down Sulky’s cheek.
“You’re so beautiful. So sure of yourself. I want to be like you!” Again, the words seemed to erupt from some place deep in Sulky’s chest.
Vamp got up, went to the door and locked it. As the click rang in Sulky’s ears, it both frightened and aroused her.
“Come,” Vamp said, moving toward a couch that stretched along one wall of the office.
Sulky followed, praying that her knees wouldn’t buckle under her.
“Sit,” Vamp instructed, kicking off her high heeled sandals. “First, we’ve got to relieve a little pressure.”
Vamp reached behind herself and her breasts ballooned as her chest thrust forward. She traced her red lips with a lazy tongue as her gown slipped from her body like sand through an hourglass. And then time stood still.
Vamp slowly unbuttoned Sulky’s dress, teasing her collarbone before easing the silky material from her shoulders. The exposed bra, while stretched beyond its limit, couldn’t hide the fully aroused nipples that escaped their lacy cups. Vamp used both of her slender hands to caress and massage Sulky’s impressive mountains of breast flesh. She lowered her head to Sulky’s teat and began to lick and suckle, gorging herself like a hungry, desperate-to-be-loved infant. She lifted both of Sulky’s breasts out of their KKK cups and plunged her face into their abiding flesh. Although Sulky had never been seduced by a female in her life, she panted and trembled with pleasure. It all felt so good, so new and yet strangely familiar.
“Help me, Vamp. Help me out of my clothes. Touch me everywhere! Kiss me! Fuck me!”
And Vamp did. Garments were tossed everywhere. Vamp stretched out beside Sulky, kissing her tenderly, teasingly, until the horny Sulky began to thrust her tongue in and out of Vamp’s responsive mouth like cock thrusting into pussy. Vamp fed both of Sulky’s erect rubbery nipples into her mouth and waves of pleasure sent pussy juice gushing from between Sulky’s clenched thighs. She sucked, nibbled and tongued Sulky’s tits until Sulky came, yowling and mewling ten years of deprivation.
“We’re not done yet,” Vamp said, as Sulky collapsed, spent.
She spread Sulky’s legs and climbed between them. She blew hot air against Sulky’s trembling clit. She spread her pussy lips and began to taste, lick, nibble and eat. Sulky was Vamp’s freshly picked peach on a sweltering summer’s day. She gloried in the warm liquid that slathered her face and dribbled down her chin. She nipped at the fuzz and skin, seized and suctioned the flesh.
“I’m coming! I’m coming again!” Sulky cried.
Vamp moved over her, leg over leg. She tilted Sulky’s face and licked her neck, as pussy sought pussy. She tongued her ear while their pussy lips pressed together and then opened up to each other. They kissed deeply, humongous tits squashed between them, as clit found clit, grinding and pressing, until they both came in heaving heavenly glory.
Vamp held Sulky as she wept with the joy of release.
“Get dressed,” she said, after a while. “We have miles to go before this day is done. You are not yet ready for Josh.”
They made it to Vamp’s quarters, flushed and disheveled, without running into anyone.
“You seem to know everything about me and I don’t know a thing about you,” Sulky said, following Vamp into her room
“Nobody knows about me,” Vamp answered. “I like it that way. But I need you to focus. Do you still want Josh? Do you still want to be like me?”
“More than ever,” Sulky said.
“Then first, a cup of my special tea.”
“Do you have any wine? I don’t much like tea.”
Vamp swiveled around to face Sulky, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Becoming like me isn’t a game. Once you taste the life, you’ll be changed and there’ll be no turning back. Now, do you want this? Are you sure?”
“More than ever,” Sulky repeated.
“Then you’ll drink my special tea.”
The mug was steaming hot. The liquid almost sickeningly sweet. Sulky drank quickly.
“I’m sleepy,” she said, handing Vamp the empty cup.
“Sleep now, ‘cause you’ll need it,” Vamp said. “You’re in for the night of your life!”
Telling her mother she’d been downsized ran through Sulky’s mind. Dining with her mother’s aide de camp and other assorted characters ran through her mind. Seeing the show ran through her mind. But for some reason, she didn’t think that was what Vamp was referring to.
She could hear Vamp chuckling as she drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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