Town of Two Women (9781101612125) by J.r. Roberts Page A

said. “She’s mean.”
    *   *   *
    When they finished supper, they left the restaurant. Outside he asked, “May I walk you home?”
    â€œI’m not going home,” she said. “I have some other stops to make.”
    â€œOh.”
    â€œI visit some of the sick people in town,” she said. “Bring them food.”
    â€œThat reminds me,” he said. “I have to bring some food to some people as well. Should we go back inside?”
    â€œNo, not here,” she said. “I have a place where I pick the food up. Come on, I’ll show you.”
    She led him to a familiar café, and when they walked in, Amy the waitress smiled at him.
    â€œYou’re back.”
    â€œYou know each other?” Gina asked.
    â€œI’ve been picking up some food here for the doc,” Clint said.
    â€œI’ve got your meals ready, Gina,” Amy said. She looked at Clint. “Should I make a couple for you?”
    â€œTwo would be great, Amy. Thanks.”
    A few minutes later Amy came out with meals for Gina and said to Clint, “Yours will be ready soon.”
    â€œI better deliver these while they’re hot,” Gina said.
    â€œAll right,” Clint said. “I’ll see you another time.”
    Gina started to leave as Amy went back into the kitchen, then stopped.
    â€œI live in a small house on Bennett Street. It’s number fourteen. Come by when you have a chance.”
    â€œI will,” Clint said. “Thanks.”
    Impulsively, she kissed his cheek, and then left.
    *   *   *
    Amy came out later carrying a tray covered with a napkin.
    â€œGina’s gone?”
    â€œYes,” he said. “She had to deliver her meals while they were hot.”
    â€œYou gonna be in town much longer?” she asked.
    â€œI don’t know. Why?”
    â€œIf you want company, Gina’s not the girl.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œNo experience.”
    â€œCan you think of somebody who does have experience?” he asked.
    â€œSure thing, honey,” she said. “Me.”
    â€œI’ll keep that in mind.”
    As he started to leave, she put her hand on his arm.
    â€œDon’t hurt that girl,” she said. “Me, I’m cast-iron. But that girl isn’t. Understand?”
    â€œI do understand, Amy,” he said. “You’re a good friend.”
    Amy nodded, her hands behind her back. Clint left.

NINETEEN
    But there were other experienced women in town, and at that moment Wes Tolbert was enjoying one of them. Her name was Annie Jackson. At thirty-five she was one of the more experienced whores in the house. That was the reason Tolbert asked for her. He hated wasting time with younger girls who didn’t know what they were doing.
    Annie would do anything a man wanted. All he had to do was pay for it. Tolbert didn’t mind paying for the things he wanted. At that moment she was on her knees, working on his big cock with her mouth and her hands. She encircled the base with the finger of one hand, fondled his testicles with the other, while working her mouth up and down wetly on him. Every so often she’d take him so deep in her mouth that she would gag herself, and have to come up for air. But each time she would smile and go right back to work on him.
    She had long blond hair, which he wrapped his thick fingers in. She was sucking him wetly when there was a knock on the door.
    â€œDon’t answer it,” she said breathlessly.
    â€œIt might be important.”
    She tightened her fist around his penis.
    â€œThis is important.”
    â€œIt might be work,” he said. “When I make money, I spend more money on you.”
    She opened her fist.
    â€œAll right, then,” she said. “Answer it.” She got to her feet and stretched. She was long and lean, with small breasts and slender hips. He preferred that to women with tits like cows.
    He