Retribution · Part 1

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As he stared at the ceiling, Ray thought about what had brought him to this point in his life. Oh, he knew the events and reasons, remembering every last detail, but still didn't know the underlying cause. The reasons were the doing of that girl, Suzie. She brought it all on herself.

Ray thought back to the night he first met her. She was walking along the unlit side road late that night, it must have been at least midnight, and Ray almost ran over her, having to swerve at the last minute to avoid hitting her. He pulled to the side of the road as soon as he could slam on his brakes and backed the car up to where the girl was standing, obviously quite shaken by the near-accident. Ray lowered the passenger window and, leaning across the seat, asked, "are you okay, lady?" As the girl approached the car, he added, "I didn't see you until I was almost on top of you."

The girl leaned over to speak through the open window, "yes, I'm okay. It just scared me and these high heels made me trip."

Ray could see down her top as she leaned into the car window and he couldn't believe the size of her tits. The were humonguous! He figured she had to be wearing a 4D bra at least. "Must be silicone," her thought. His eyes went to her face as he struggled for his next words. She had a pretty face, although it looked a little chubby. He couldn't tell the color of her eyes in the dark, moonless light, but her hair appeared to be a light brown, and she had it pulled up on top of her head, rolled into a bun. "It's a little late for a woman to be walking on these roads," Ray finally managed to say. "Where are you heading?" "Oh, I was going down to The Shack, is all. No car, so I had to walk." The girl leaned her head further into the car, possibly to see who she was talking to a little better.

Ray had heard of 'The Shack'. It was a small club just outside of the one- traffic-light town they lived near. He had never been there, but had heard it was a pretty rowdy place and was surprised the girl was going there by herself. "Have you been to The Shack before?" The girl nodded as she spoke, "yeh, I usually go there on weekends with friends, but they couldn't pick me up tonight." Ray thought "either she's very brave or stupid, walking these roads at night." The club she was going to was still a good two miles away, and Ray was going right by it on his way home from work, so he offered, "well, I'm going that way. Can I give you a ride?"

The girl was already opening the car door as she thanked him, "hey, thanks. It's a pretty long walk, and these shoes are killing me." As she slid into the seat beside Ray, he noticed she was wearing a very short skirt, which almost revealed her panties as she slid into the seat, and a low-cut top that her breasts were doing their utmost to spill out of. "Dressed like a hooker," Ray silently observed, then stuck out his hand, saying, "my name is Ray. What's your's?"

The girl shook his hand with a limp handshake, "I'm Suzie. Short for Suzanne." They briefly studied each other as they shook hands. Ray saw that she was a little plump, but not really fat, weighing maybe 140 to 150 pounds, and he judged that she must have been about five foot six in her heels as she stood by the car. It was difficult to guess her age, but Ray figured she was somewhere in her twenties, maybe twenty-five. Suzie studied Ray a little longer than he had her as he pulled the car back on the road his attention on driving. She saw that he was kind of average, certainly no hunk, with balding brown hair, slender build, maybe six feet tall, appearing to be in his early thirties.

Trying to make conversation, Ray asked, "where did you walk from, Suzie? I don't know of any houses along this road for miles." Suzie lazily replied, "oh, I live in that trailer park off of Farm Road. I must have already walked two or three miles before you came along."

Ray knew where Farm Road intersected the highway they were on and realized she was pretty close on her estimate. He didn't know of the trailer park, but never had any reason to go down Farm Road. "Been living there long?" "Naw, I just moved there after leaving my old man. Been there about a month is all." Suzie put a cigarette to her lips and lit it with a lighter she fished from her small handbag before continuing. "It's the only place I could find that I could afford. Just wish it wasn't so far out."

Ray couldn't help but sneak looks at her legs as he drove. She had them crossed, her skirt riding up to her hips, and he knew that if he could find some pretense to lean forward, he would be able to see her panties. "They were nice legs," he thought, "but a little pudgy like her face." Still, they looked firm, smooth, and shapely. His eyes moved up to her breasts, wondering what it would be like to squeeze them, and if they dropped to her waist with no bra. He saw her studying her chest, and quickly darted his eyes back to the road. Suzie laughed derisively, "what's wrong, Ray? You wondering if they're real?" She laughed some more, then added, "well, they are. They're all mine. No plastic in this body."

Ray was embarrassed that he had been caught, his words stumbling as he apologized, "I-I'm sorry, Suzie. I-I-I didn't mean to stare." Suzie patted his leg, "that's okay, Ray. I didn't mind. Guys are always looking at my chest." Her hand felt warm on his leg and Ray took her touch to be an invitation, so he reached over and grabbed the nearest breast. Her rebuke was immediate, her hand flying up to grab his and pull it from her breast. "What in the hell do you think you're doing, you sleaze bag?" Her words cut to the quick as he returned his hand to the steering wheel and attempted an apology. "I'm, I'm s-sorry," he pleaded. "I d-don't know wh- what came over me." Suzie appeared to enjoy his discomfort, "well, see that you don't try it again. Looking is one thing, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let some nerd touch 'em."

Her opinion of him put Ray into an immediate depression and he drove the rest of the way in silence. He was relieved when he finally pulled into the club parking area and rolled the car slowly across the crushed stone to the entrance. Acting as if nothing had happened, Suzie once again touched his leg and cheerfully suggested, "wanta come in with me? I might let you dance with me and take me home later." She was so magnaminous in her offer, but Ray couldn't resist accepting. "Wh-why, sure, I'd like that."

It was obvious that Suzie was immensely enjoying her control over the grown man and she decided to use him for what it was worth. "Got any money? It costs four dollars to get in. Then there's the drinks, you know."

Ray really had no idea that the girl was using him and was having fun at his expense, only happy that she had included him in her plans. "Yes, yes, I have some money. I'll take care of it." His life was so uneventful, so void of successful relationships, that he would have given her his life savings if she had requested. He pulled the car around to one of the many open parking spaces, observing there were only four other cars in front of the rundown building. Ray quickly got out of the car and went around to help Suzie get out, but she was already putting her feet on the stone when he got there. She seemed to make a point of insuring that he would get a good look at her crotch as got out of the car, smiling up at him in a patronizing manner.

They walked through the bright green painted door and Ray handed the man sitting on a stool just inside the door eight dollars. The heavy set man informed him there would be a two-drink minimum as he stuffed the money in his pocket. Ray looked around the place and saw the name was well-fitting. It was indeed a shack, with a long bar on one wall, ten or twelve wooden tables with straight back chairs in the center of the building, and two pool tables next to the wall opposite the bar. Ray saw one couple sitting at a table, and old man perched on a stool at the bar, and two guys playing pool at one of the pool tables. That was the whole Friday night crowd at 'The Shack'. "Some place," he thought, as he followed Suzie on her way to the bar.

One of the men playing pool looked up and saw Suzie and yelled, "hey, there's Suze! Now this place will start hopping." Suzie waved at the loud-mouth, a big, bearded redneck-type wearing suspenders to hold up his pants on his beer gut. The big man laid down his pool stick and made his way across the room to Suzie and grabbed her in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet and hiking her short skirt half way up her ass. Suzie screamed good naturedly, "Bear, put me down, for god's sake. You're showing my ass."

The man she called Bear dropped his hands to her white-panty-clad ass and bellowed for all to hear, "yeh, and its a mighty fine ass, too." Then he put her back on her feet as he guffawed over his comment. Holding her with one hand around her waist, he suggested, "get your drink and come on over and shoot some with me and Weasel, sugar. We can liven this dead place up." Suzie bent forward and kissed the big man as she agreed, "sure, Bear, I'll be over in just a minute. Rack 'em up for me." As Bear turned back to the pool table, Suzie turned to Ray, "get me a drink, Ray. Make it a screwdriver." Not a request, but more like an order she expected to be obeyed. Then she added, as an afterthought, "and you can sit at one of the tables while I play some pool with Bear and Weasel."

Ray didn't like the way she spoke to him, but he did as she said, ordering her a screwdriver and himself a beer from the old man behind the bar, busy doing nothing but wiping glasses and the bar top.

Suzie took the drink and headed to the pool tables, swinging her ample ass as she walked, knowing she was the best looking woman in the place and the object of every man's attention. Fact of the matter was, the only other woman in the place was at least in her fifties, so Suzie didn't have any competition. Ray found a table not far from the pool tables and observed the two guys and Suzie cut up as they played pool. The one named Weasel was aptly named, with a face that looked just like a weasel. Sharp features with beady eyes, long unkempt hair, and a beard that reached to the middle of his chest and didn't look like it had been washed in a month.

It was obvious from the loud talking of the three that Weasel was winning every game and, from what Ray could see, that was because Suzie and Bear were more interested in playing with each other. More than once, Ray saw the big man run his hand up Suzie's skirt as she bent over to make a shot. She seemed to be enjoying the man's uncouth advances, sometimes grabbing his crotch in return. After the three had played about four games, Ray saw Bear lean over and say something to Suzie, to which she vigorously nodded. She put her pool stick in the rack and, turning to the big man, informed him, "just a minute, Bear. I gotta go pee." She picked up her small handbag and disappeared down a corridor nestled next to the bar.

In a few minutes Suzie returned and Ray could see what appeared to be the elastic of her panties sticking out the top of her purse. As she walked up to Bear, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Ray saw that the white cloth in her purse was her panties, as the bottom of her ass cheeks were revealed for all to see. The two men and Suzie turned and headed toward the door and Ray got up as they neared his table, looking at the girl quizzically, "are you leaving, Suzie? How about our dance?" Suzie looked aggravated that he would approach her, sneering, "shut up, Ray. I'll be back.

You just wait here." The three pushed on past him and Ray heard the one called Weasel comment, "man, what a woose! Where did you find him, Suze?" Suzie laughed at Weasel's observation without answering his question as they went out the door. Ray sat at the table nursing his beer, not really caring for it, but he didn't want to feel out of place. He had finished the beer by the time the threesome returned and started another one. He noticed the two men had a bragging look on their faces as they possessively walked in with their arms around the dishelveled looking Suzie. Ray stood as they approached his table, hopefully requesting, "can we have that dance now, Suzie?"

The big man put a huge paw on Ray's chest and pushed him forcefully back in his chair, almost knocking Ray and the chair over. "Shit head, she's with us," he announced, "so you just sit there and wait." Ray looked at Suzie with a question on his face, but she just laughed and added, "yeh, Ray, you better do what Bear says." The three returned to the pool tables and played some more, but were no longer cutting up as before. After a couple of games, the two men put up their sticks and gave Suzie a kiss with a pat on her ass, then shouting 'goodnight' to all, left the club. Suzie made her way to the table where Ray was sitting and, not even acknowledging him, said, "I'm tired. Take me home." Ray dared ask, "but, Suzie, you said we could dance. Can't we have one dance before I take you home?"

She gave him that exasperated look again, "dammit, Ray, I don't want to dance! So shut up and take me home." Wordlessly and feeling somewhat like a eunuch, Ray rose from the table and followed Suzie out the door. He started to open the car door for her, but his courtesy was rejected by a curt "I can open my own doors, stupid." His pride further damaged by the hateful sound of her voice, Ray went to the driver's side and got in, started the car and pulled slowly out of the lot. They rode without a word between them until turning on Farm Road, then Suzie informed him, "the trailer park is just up ahead. Take the dirt road next to those woods."

Ray turned on his bright headlights as he peered through the darkness looking for the dirt road and the woods. He barely could make out the narrow road in the beam of the headlights and eased his car onto the sandy drive. Suzie spoke briefly, "it's the first trailer on the right. Turn off your damn lights or you'll have everyone mad at me."

Ray did as she told him, pulling up in front of the first trailer on the right, about two hundred feet from the paved road. It was an old trailer, and Ray guessed it couldn't have been more than a two-bedroom, and maybe fifty feet long. As he got out of the car, Ray looked around and could see the shadows of perhaps ten other trailers, each one sitting a good fifty feet from each other. He couldn't believe people would want to live out here, thinking that they probably didn't even have phones and had to depend on wells for water.

He went around the car to the wooden steps leading up to the door in the side of the trailer just as Suzie reached the landing and, fumbling with her keys, unlocked the door. She opened it, reached around the door frame and hit a switch, turning on a lamp in what must have been the living room. Ray couldn't see much, but did see that the room was cluttered with boxes and scattered newspapers.

Ray stepped beside Suzie, hoping she would invite him in, but that hope was quickly doused. "Well, I'm going to bed, Ray. Maybe I'll see you sometime." Ray didn't know what to say, so he shrugged and leaned forward as if to kiss her, but was instantly rebuffed. "What in the hell are you doing, creep? I don't intend to give you a kiss or anything else. Jesus, all you did was give me a ride!"

Her words stunned Ray, and he couldn't understand why she talked to him the way she did. And the names she called him. Why? He didn't think he was a creep, and all he wanted was a goodnight kiss for giving her a ride and buying her drinks. No big deal. But she was sure making a big deal out of it. Ray shrugged again and, without speaking his mind, returned to his car, humbled and rejected. He heard the trailer door slam as he got in the car, so he started it and drove back up the dirt road to the highway, heading toward home, his thoughts on the way the girl had treated him. Ray couldn't help but think there must be some- thing wrong with him.

He knew he wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly, either. He certainly looked better than the two guys Suzie had left the club with earlier. Ray wondered what they had that he didn't? Perhaps it was true that 'nice guys finish last'. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was too nice. But Ray knew he couldn't help being nice. It was the way he was raised, and he just couldn't bring himself to behave the way those guys at the club did with Suzie.

Ray went to sleep that night thinking of the girl and her treatment of him, finally falling asleep when he had convinced himself that she would treat him different once she got to know him. He vowed he would see her again and show her how nice he was, give her a chance to get to know him.

It was late afternoon before Ray awoke, the sun streaming into his bedroom windows. He hadn't meant to sleep so late as he had planned to drive to Suzie's place and see if she wanted to do anything. He jumped up, quickly shaved and showered, hoping that she would be at her trailer by the time he got there. It was an hour before he got to her small trailer because he had taken extra pains to groom himself and dress nicely, hoping she would be impressed when she saw him in the daylight.

Ray walked up the rickety steps leading to the door and heard music wafting through the open trailer windows. He meekly knocked and, not getting a response, knocked again, slightly harder. Still no response, so Ray started to descend the steps when the door was jerked open behind him. As he turned to say hello, Suzie rudely blurted, "what the hell do you want?"

Ray was disappointed that she would greet him in that manner, but, swallowing his pride, replied, "hi, Suzie. I just thought I'd drop by and see if you wanted to go somewhere." She had that aggravated look on her face as she retorted, "listen," then abruptly stopped, appearing to be thinking. The look on her face changed from aggravation to condescending as she continued, "well, I have to go buy some groceries. You can take me to the store." Ray was delighted that she was going to include him in her plans, even if it was just a trip to the store. Maybe she would start to like him if they spent some time together. "Sure, Suzie, I'll be glad to take you," he eagerly responded.

Suzie nodded, "wait here. I'll be ready in a minute or two." She stepped back inside the trailer and closed the door behind her. Ray heard her turn the lock on the knob after it closed, then heard her foot steps echoing through the door as she apparently went to the other end of the trailer. It was a good ten minutes before she reappeared, wearing cutoff shorts and a low-scooping blouse similar to the one she had worn the night before, her clothing very revealing of her ample figure. As she brushed by Ray on the small landing, he got a whiff of her perfume, cheap, but still exciting.

He couldn't help but look at her ass straining against the cutoff denim shorts as she went down the steps and he followed a few steps behind. She did have a hot figure, he thought. Dresses like a slut, but Ray found her attractive. Suzie opened the door on the passenger side of the car and got in, looking impatiently at Ray as he made his way around to the driver's side and got in. As he started the car, Ray asked, "which store do you want to go to, Suzie?" "It doesn't matter," she answered curtly. "Just as long as they have plenty of groceries."

As Ray drove, he attempted to make conversation with Suzie, but each time was given short, disinterested answers, her attitude making it clear that she wasn't interested in small talk. After several attempts, Ray gave up and drove the rest of the distance to the store in silence. It was only a fifteen minute drive, but seemed like an hour to Ray, and he was glad when they finally pulled into the parking lot.

When they entered the store, Ray pulled a shopping cart from a long line and dutifully followed Suzie down one aisle and up another as she pulled items from the shelves without even checking the prices. He was thinking she must have plenty of money, the way she was shopping, but dared not say anything. What he thought was going to be a quick shopping trip turned out to be at least forty- five minutes and they hadn't even gone through the checkout yet. Finally, the cart full to over-flowing, they made their way to the checkout. After everything in the buggy had been rung up, the cashier announced in a friendly voice that the total was one-hundred-twenty-something.

That's when Suzie sprung it on him, "you'll have to pay it, Ray. I don't have any money." She walked on through the opening between the two checkout lanes and waited by the line of shopping carts near the exit. Ray looked at her dumbfounded, taken completely by surprise with her announcement. It was embarrassing for him and he didn't know what to do, as the friendly cashier's face took on an impatient look, glancing first at Ray and then at the girl standing by the exit. Recovering from his shock, Ray fished out his wallet and counted what money he had. Forty dollars. That was all he had brought with him.

His face flushed as he looked at the cashier apologetically, then turned to look at Suzie as if asking what he should do. She wouldn't even look his way, so Ray turned to inform the cashier he didn't have that much money when, suddenly, remembered his 'mad money' he kept hidden in his billfold. He fished the folded-up hundred dollar bill out of its hiding place and added the two twenties to it, handing it to the cashier who was by now looking pretty annoyed. She gave him his change and long receipt with a mumbled 'thank you' and turned to the next customer in line.

Ray pushed the cart to the door and saw that Suzie was already half way across the parking lot. He hurried to catch up with her, wanting to ask her why she hadn't told him she didn't have any money before she got all those groceries, but she had made it to the car and got in before he could. Ray stopped the cart at the back of the car and opened the trunk, then filled it with all the groceries, having to put two bags in the back seat.

He was annoyed that Suzie didn't even offer to help as well as the stunt she pulled in the store, so as soon as he got behind the wheel, he asked the gum-popping girl, "why didn't you tell me you didn't have any money, Suzie?" She looked at him with a sneer, "well, it was your idea to come to my place and ask me if I wanted to go anywhere." She punctuated her excuse with a loud pop of the gum as she turned her head to look out the window, showing her contempt for the bewildered Ray.

Ray's annoyance made him reply, somewhat belligerently, "true, and I don't mind spending money on you, but you could have TOLD me. I mean, that was embarrassing in there. If I hadn't remembered that hundred dollar bill, we would have had to put some stuff back." Suzie gave him that look again, "oh, Ray, stop your whining. You had the money, didn't you?" Ray saw that his words were having no impact on her, so he drove her home without saying another word. Only when they had pulled up in front of her trailer did he speak, "you want me to help you with these groceries, Suzie?" Suzie's attitude hadn't changed any during the drive as she answered, "well, what do you think? I sure can't carry them in by myself." She got out of the car and walked up the steps to her door, opened it and disappeared inside.

Ray grabbed the two bags out of the back seat and walked up the steps, then stepped through the open door. He looked for Suzie to ask where to put the bags, but she was no where in sight. He then looked for a place to set the two bags, but didn't see any place that wasn't covered by either clothing or trash, so he put the bags on the table on top of some clothing, and returned to the car to get some more bags. After four more trips to the car, he finally had all the groceries inside the trailer. Suzie had reappeared after the second trip to the car and began to put the groceries away, so Ray turned to the task of helping her, handing her the items from the bags as she decided where to put them.

When they were finished, Suzie's refrigerator and shelves were well-stocked with food. Ray made an observation, "that should last you awhile, Suzie." She shrugged and walked out of the kitchen, heading to the back of the trailer. Ray didn't know what to do, so he stood there awkwardly waiting for her return. She returned in a couple of minutes, and Ray was pleasantly surprised to see she had shed her blouse and shorts, now clothed in just white panties and a bra that couldn't contain her mammoth breasts.

He must have been standing there with his mouth open, because Suzie emitted a loud laugh before asking, "what are you staring at? It's hot in here and I wanted to cool off." As she spoke, Suzie slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and arms, then pushed the bra to her waist as she worked it around so the hooks were in the front. She undid the three hooks and threw the bra on the cluttered table. Her actions were nonchalant, as though Ray wasn't even standing there, eyes transfixed at the huge globes of flesh. Ray couldn't believe the sight she had revealed. Her breasts hadn't sagged hardly any at all as she undid the bra, but had merely swung outward to point sideways.

They looked like two small cantaloupes, white and heavily veined, with evidence of a mass of stretch marks on the outside. He couldn't remember ever seeing such nice tits, and the sight made him feel a stirring in his loins.

Ray was brought back to the present by Suzie's derisive laugh, "you like to look at my tits, Ray?" As she asked the provocative question, she put her hands under her breasts and lifted them as though she was offering the globes to the awe-struck man. Ray couldn't stand it any longer and took the two short strides across the kitchen to Suzie, reaching to take her in his arms, his lips prepared for a kiss he was sure she wanted. Just as his hands touched her waist, he saw the blur of her hand and arm swinging toward his face, but he didn't have the time to react. Ray felt the sudden blow to the side of his head and quickly stepped back, raising his arms to ward off any further blows.

His cheek stung and his ear was ringing as he heard Suzie shout, "you bastard! I didn't say you could touch me." He saw her advance a step toward him, her hand once again raised to swing, and Ray took another step back, trying to explain, "I thought you wanted me to, Suzie."

He blocked her next swing with his arm just in time, as she shouted, "you asshole! You'll be the last man to touch me! Get out of my house." She continued to step toward him, raising both her arms threateningly as she repeated, "get out, get out, you mother-fucker!"

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