07-08-2026, 10:54 AM
With her arms pinned, she started to scream. With the music outside, and this far back, they might not hear her, but no one was going to hold her down again and use her against her will. Not without a fight.
The third man who’d been standing over Clarice came at her and she braced herself. She didn’t even think about it as she shouted, “You touch me and my husband will hunt you down.”
He didn’t stop but barreled into her, grabbing her by the shoulders and using his momentum to slam her and the guy behind her into the wall next to the door.
The head of the guy holding her slammed hard into the wall and the man holding her shoulders rammed him into the wall again hard. The man behind Debbie loosened his grip and the man in front of her grabbed Debbie and threw her to one side.
The man he’d rammed into the wall put his hands up only to get a fist to the face that bounced him off the wall again. In the next instant, the third man who’d thrown Debbie to the floor had him in a bear hug up against the wall.
As they struggled, the third man looked at the one Debbie had kicked in the balls. He had risen to his feet and started toward Debbie.
“Danny, don’t. You stupid bastard, don’t.”
“Are you crazy. The bitch could send us all to prison. Now we have to grab her and take her somewhere where we can convince her to keep her mouth shut.”
“Let go of me Bobby.”
“Both of you, shut up. Listen to me. We are so, so close to spending the rest of our lives in Raiford, if we even get that far.”
“Yeah, if we let her call for help. I’m not going down for banging some old slut that wanted it.”
Debbie recognized the owner of the bar, O’Brien, and she knew of his reputation. With or without the baseball bat, the three of them were about to enter a world of pain.
“You stupid assholes...you got the balls to do this in MY place. I hope you fight back, I really do.”
He gestured to the trio with one hand, beckoning to them.
“Come on, please try to get by me. I’m just one old man. You might make it.”
The man called Bobby let his friend go and held up his hands in a placating gesture as he backed away from the man with the bat.
“O’Brien, don’t. The old bitch wanted this. She told us she wanted us all and didn’t want to wait till we could go somewhere private. It turned her on to get gang banged in a public place. It got out of hand, but she wanted it. She did.”
“Call the cops, O’Brien,” Debbie said, rising unsteadily to her feet. Her nylons were ruined and her left breast was sore where she’d hit the floor.
“Already done, Mrs. Maitland.”
The three men looked from one to the other. Gauging their chances of making it past O’Brien against waiting for the cops to arrive. The one called Danny breathed hard and Debbie knew he was getting ready to charge.
As he set himself she stepped in behind him and buried the point of her right shoe deep into his balls from the back. He went down like a pole-axed steer.
“Debbie, baby, don’t. ”
Debbie looked back at the woman on the floor. White strands of cum ran from her hair to her face to her half naked body. Piss had pooled around her on the floor. The smell of that the vomit on the floor and on her was enough to make Debbie nauseous. Clarice’s voice was so reedy and thin Debbie almost couldn’t hear her.
She knelt down beside her and pulled her body close to her, ignoring the smell.
“What, Clarice. what?”
She whispered into Debbie’s ear, “no, let them go, please.”
“No. I’m not going to let them go after what they did to you. They bangd you, the bastards. Bill will send every one of them to Raiford for life.”
“please...please..just take me home. ”
“How can you ask me to do that? God, Clarice, look at what they did. ”
Her aunt forced her with one trembling hand to look into her eyes.
“It’s true, baby. I came in here of my own free will. I wanted them...to. and
it just got...out of hand. ”
“They still didn’t have the right-“
“Deb....if they’re arrested....it will all come out.....and Frank...with that little bimbo of his...will get a good laugh. at how desperate for cock I am since I lost
his. I couldn’t stand it. I’d kill myself.”
“It’s not right that they get away with this.”
“Please, for me. For Bill. I know he likes you and this dive. She’s my aunt. I can’t let this go public. Please.”
He stood there for an interminable minute then stepped back. The three men stepped warily around them. As they passed he touched Bobby on the shoulder and Bobby froze.
“I know your daddy, Bobby. You and your friends will never come in here again. If you see me on the street, you’ll cross to the other side. Because if you ever cross my path again, I’ll hurt you, and I’ll tell your daddy exactly what kind of animal he raised. And you know that will break his heart.”
Bobby nodded and the three men stumbled away. “What can I do?”
“He’s never liked Clarice and he won’t have any respect for her if he finds out. And he won’t let it lie. He’ll go after them and it will all go public and she’ll be humiliated. No matter what it looks like, she deserves better than that.”
He finally nodded.
“Nothing ever happened back here. Just another boring night.”
As she walked by him she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He touched it as she passed and said with a smile, “Now I can’t ever wash my face again.”
Ten minutes later she had a shivering Clarice slumped over in the front seat of her 2001 Cadilac CTS. It was Autumn, early September, but unseasonably cool and her aunt couldn’t stop shivering. Debbie had done everything she could to wipe the fluids off her and clean her hair, but she was still a mess. There was an ugly bruise on the side of one breast.
“It’ll be okay, Clarice. Thank God you didn’t let them....inside you without protection. No telling what those assholes might be carrying.”
Clarice kept her eyes closed but said, “It’s okay baby. I know you think I’m a miserable slut. Sucking off three men in a bathroom. Not the way you remember me, is it?”
“Clarice...God knows I can’t act Holier than thou. You’ve pulled me out of some nasty situations. You know what I was like. You remember the time when I was 16 and you stormed into that Biker Bar at the Beach and pulled out a .38 and threatened to start shooting off balls if they didn’t toss my drunken ass out of that place.”
She smiled for the first time since Debbie had seen her lying on the floor of O’Briens.
“Wasn’t that a night, Baby? You remember the fat guy. He crapped in his pants when I put a bullet into his thigh.”
“And you said, ‘Sorry my aim was off. Next one leaves you peeing out of a tube for the rest of your life’.”
Clarice slumped back against the seat, tears starting to run down her face. “That was a long time ago, Baby. When I had a life. And a husband.”
Debbie reached over and took her aunt’s hand. It was cold and clammy.
“You’re still a beautiful woman, Clarice. You don’t need to be going into bathrooms with creeps like that. There are a ton of guys that would trip over their tongues to get at you if you’d clean up and wear something low cut. Show a little boob. You always had great breasts.”
“Fat old guys that can’t get it up and can’t keep it up when they do. And they won’t lick your pussy but get pissed if you won’t spend hours sucking their lollypop, and they act like they’re doing you a favor by letting you suck on their limp linguini.”
She opened her eyes and wiped the tears away with the back of her hands.
“You don’t know, Baby. You don’t know. You’re young and your boobs still are firm. They’re sagging cause they’re so big, but guys go crazy for big ones that sag like that. They know they’re getting the real thing. Wait till your boobs start heading for your belly button.
“Wait till the wrinkles get so deep even botox won’t get them out. And your skin starts to sag and you get those first blemishes.
“Wait till young guys approach you cause they like the view from the rear, but once they see how old you are they look like they found a rat turd in their soup and can’t get away from you fast enough.”
She took a deep breath and let it out.
“I want to be you so bad. I want young men with big hard dicks to try to get their hands on my boobs, to be rubbing my ass and creaming in their jeans when I accidentally touch them.
“I want to be young again, baby. And for a little while in that bathroom, before they got mean, I felt young. They were so damned big and hard and they wanted me.”
And then she was at Clarice’s Southside home and so damned grateful that BJ was spending the night with a friend and Kelly was on a trip to Atlanta with a friend and her family so she didn’t have to be home with them. When Bill called, she’d make up some lie about spending the night over with Clarice—a girls’ night out.
Debbie helped Clarice out of the car. She was drunk and hard to hold up, but it made Debbie’s skin crawl. She moved like an old woman. And she wasn’t that old. Only 20 years older than she was. She wasn’t old. Not yet.
The third man who’d been standing over Clarice came at her and she braced herself. She didn’t even think about it as she shouted, “You touch me and my husband will hunt you down.”
He didn’t stop but barreled into her, grabbing her by the shoulders and using his momentum to slam her and the guy behind her into the wall next to the door.
The head of the guy holding her slammed hard into the wall and the man holding her shoulders rammed him into the wall again hard. The man behind Debbie loosened his grip and the man in front of her grabbed Debbie and threw her to one side.
The man he’d rammed into the wall put his hands up only to get a fist to the face that bounced him off the wall again. In the next instant, the third man who’d thrown Debbie to the floor had him in a bear hug up against the wall.
As they struggled, the third man looked at the one Debbie had kicked in the balls. He had risen to his feet and started toward Debbie.
“Danny, don’t. You stupid bastard, don’t.”
“Are you crazy. The bitch could send us all to prison. Now we have to grab her and take her somewhere where we can convince her to keep her mouth shut.”
“Let go of me Bobby.”
“Both of you, shut up. Listen to me. We are so, so close to spending the rest of our lives in Raiford, if we even get that far.”
“Yeah, if we let her call for help. I’m not going down for banging some old slut that wanted it.”
The one called Bobby kept his arms around the man he was holding. “LISTEN. Listen to me. I’ve seen her. I’ve done work around the courthouse.
She’s that guy Maitland’s wife. He’s the top State Attorney in Jacksonville. “Touching her is worse than going after a cop’s wife. He’s an asshole and if
the stories I’ve heard are true, we hurt her and we won’t live to go to trial.” “You might not make it that far anyway.”
The three men looked at the doorway and the short dark haired man who stood there tapping a baseball bat lightly in one hand.Debbie recognized the owner of the bar, O’Brien, and she knew of his reputation. With or without the baseball bat, the three of them were about to enter a world of pain.
“You stupid assholes...you got the balls to do this in MY place. I hope you fight back, I really do.”
He gestured to the trio with one hand, beckoning to them.
“Come on, please try to get by me. I’m just one old man. You might make it.”
The man called Bobby let his friend go and held up his hands in a placating gesture as he backed away from the man with the bat.
“O’Brien, don’t. The old bitch wanted this. She told us she wanted us all and didn’t want to wait till we could go somewhere private. It turned her on to get gang banged in a public place. It got out of hand, but she wanted it. She did.”
“Call the cops, O’Brien,” Debbie said, rising unsteadily to her feet. Her nylons were ruined and her left breast was sore where she’d hit the floor.
“Already done, Mrs. Maitland.”
The three men looked from one to the other. Gauging their chances of making it past O’Brien against waiting for the cops to arrive. The one called Danny breathed hard and Debbie knew he was getting ready to charge.
As he set himself she stepped in behind him and buried the point of her right shoe deep into his balls from the back. He went down like a pole-axed steer.
“Debbie, baby, don’t. ”
Debbie looked back at the woman on the floor. White strands of cum ran from her hair to her face to her half naked body. Piss had pooled around her on the floor. The smell of that the vomit on the floor and on her was enough to make Debbie nauseous. Clarice’s voice was so reedy and thin Debbie almost couldn’t hear her.
She knelt down beside her and pulled her body close to her, ignoring the smell.
“What, Clarice. what?”
She whispered into Debbie’s ear, “no, let them go, please.”
“No. I’m not going to let them go after what they did to you. They bangd you, the bastards. Bill will send every one of them to Raiford for life.”
“please...please..just take me home. ”
“How can you ask me to do that? God, Clarice, look at what they did. ”
Her aunt forced her with one trembling hand to look into her eyes.
“It’s true, baby. I came in here of my own free will. I wanted them...to. and
it just got...out of hand. ”
“They still didn’t have the right-“
“Deb....if they’re arrested....it will all come out.....and Frank...with that little bimbo of his...will get a good laugh. at how desperate for cock I am since I lost
his. I couldn’t stand it. I’d kill myself.”
“It’s not right that they get away with this.”
“They’re just pigs, like every other man. I let them have me. It’s my fault.” It took her just a second. The cops would be here any time.
“O’Brien, let them pass.” “No.”
“Please, for me. For Bill. I know he likes you and this dive. She’s my aunt. I can’t let this go public. Please.”
He stood there for an interminable minute then stepped back. The three men stepped warily around them. As they passed he touched Bobby on the shoulder and Bobby froze.
“I know your daddy, Bobby. You and your friends will never come in here again. If you see me on the street, you’ll cross to the other side. Because if you ever cross my path again, I’ll hurt you, and I’ll tell your daddy exactly what kind of animal he raised. And you know that will break his heart.”
Bobby nodded and the three men stumbled away. “What can I do?”
“Can you get me a blanket or big towel, and is there a back way out of here?” When he came back she took the towel and said, “Please, keep everyone out and don’t come back for a few minutes. And, O’Brien, for the love of God, don’t
ever tell Bill anything about this.” She could read the question.“He’s never liked Clarice and he won’t have any respect for her if he finds out. And he won’t let it lie. He’ll go after them and it will all go public and she’ll be humiliated. No matter what it looks like, she deserves better than that.”
He finally nodded.
“Nothing ever happened back here. Just another boring night.”
As she walked by him she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He touched it as she passed and said with a smile, “Now I can’t ever wash my face again.”
Ten minutes later she had a shivering Clarice slumped over in the front seat of her 2001 Cadilac CTS. It was Autumn, early September, but unseasonably cool and her aunt couldn’t stop shivering. Debbie had done everything she could to wipe the fluids off her and clean her hair, but she was still a mess. There was an ugly bruise on the side of one breast.
“It’ll be okay, Clarice. Thank God you didn’t let them....inside you without protection. No telling what those assholes might be carrying.”
Clarice kept her eyes closed but said, “It’s okay baby. I know you think I’m a miserable slut. Sucking off three men in a bathroom. Not the way you remember me, is it?”
“Clarice...God knows I can’t act Holier than thou. You’ve pulled me out of some nasty situations. You know what I was like. You remember the time when I was 16 and you stormed into that Biker Bar at the Beach and pulled out a .38 and threatened to start shooting off balls if they didn’t toss my drunken ass out of that place.”
She smiled for the first time since Debbie had seen her lying on the floor of O’Briens.
“Wasn’t that a night, Baby? You remember the fat guy. He crapped in his pants when I put a bullet into his thigh.”
“And you said, ‘Sorry my aim was off. Next one leaves you peeing out of a tube for the rest of your life’.”
Clarice slumped back against the seat, tears starting to run down her face. “That was a long time ago, Baby. When I had a life. And a husband.”
Debbie reached over and took her aunt’s hand. It was cold and clammy.
“You’re still a beautiful woman, Clarice. You don’t need to be going into bathrooms with creeps like that. There are a ton of guys that would trip over their tongues to get at you if you’d clean up and wear something low cut. Show a little boob. You always had great breasts.”
“Fat old guys that can’t get it up and can’t keep it up when they do. And they won’t lick your pussy but get pissed if you won’t spend hours sucking their lollypop, and they act like they’re doing you a favor by letting you suck on their limp linguini.”
She opened her eyes and wiped the tears away with the back of her hands.
“You don’t know, Baby. You don’t know. You’re young and your boobs still are firm. They’re sagging cause they’re so big, but guys go crazy for big ones that sag like that. They know they’re getting the real thing. Wait till your boobs start heading for your belly button.
“Wait till the wrinkles get so deep even botox won’t get them out. And your skin starts to sag and you get those first blemishes.
“Wait till young guys approach you cause they like the view from the rear, but once they see how old you are they look like they found a rat turd in their soup and can’t get away from you fast enough.”
She took a deep breath and let it out.
“I want to be you so bad. I want young men with big hard dicks to try to get their hands on my boobs, to be rubbing my ass and creaming in their jeans when I accidentally touch them.
“I want to be young again, baby. And for a little while in that bathroom, before they got mean, I felt young. They were so damned big and hard and they wanted me.”
And then she was at Clarice’s Southside home and so damned grateful that BJ was spending the night with a friend and Kelly was on a trip to Atlanta with a friend and her family so she didn’t have to be home with them. When Bill called, she’d make up some lie about spending the night over with Clarice—a girls’ night out.
Debbie helped Clarice out of the car. She was drunk and hard to hold up, but it made Debbie’s skin crawl. She moved like an old woman. And she wasn’t that old. Only 20 years older than she was. She wasn’t old. Not yet.
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