Chapter 4

“You did, didn’t you?”

 

 

 

Johnnie’s House
Two hours earlier

 

After the steamy sex talk with Napoleon, thoughts of Lucas’ incarceration coursed through her vulnerable mind. Even though he had broken the relationship off and she was free to pursue a relationship with Napoleon, sexual or otherwise, a pang of guilt stung her good-girl conscience. Just a few hours earlier, Lucas had said she would do what she was about to do, and here she was hot and bothered, literally marinating in her own juices, about to parttake in an interlude she’d wanted for quite a while. She wasn’t sure what it was about Napoleon that drew her to him in that way. It was like a vampire had locked his penetrating eyes on her and with the power of his stare, hypnotized her, drawing her to him, compelling her to be his sex slave without her permission.

Well, I might as well get it out of my system now. Then when Lucas gets out, I won’t think of Napoleon while I’m doing it with Lucas. Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. It’ll just be a few times, I’m sure. If it wasn’t Christmas, if Lucas was here and I wasn’t all alone, I wouldn’t be doing this.

Now that she had justified the act she was about to commit, she composed herself, and was about to go upstairs to pack an overnight bag when she thought she heard a noise outside. She looked through the kitchen window and thought she saw someone. Is someone watching me? Startled, she tentatively walked to the window over the sink and looked out to see if someone was there. As she had hoped, she saw no one, and turned to go upstairs again. However, just as she was leaving the kitchen, she heard gentle rapping on the door. She assumed it was her best friend and next-door neighbor, Sadie Lane.

Johnnie had forgotten they were supposed to have coffee later that night when she returned from Angola Prison. Upon remembering this, she concluded that Sadie’s lover, benefactor, and father of her children, Santino Mancini, had left. She pulled the curtain back to make sure it was Sadie before she opened the door, a habit she learned at home from her mother, who told her time and again to check to see who it was prior to opening the door. Utterly surprised, she saw her longtime nemesis, Billy Logan, who Lucas had beaten up for taunting her in front of a group of students while she was on her way home from school.

Her face twisted a bit when loudly, she said, “What do you want, Billy?”

“You, baby. Been waitin’ for a long time, too. It’s my turn to ride. I told Lucas. Told you too. ‘Member? I said I was gon’ be fuckin’ you at Walter Brickman’s that day I kicked his ass, ‘member? I’m here to back up what I said. Open the door, bitch!”

“Fuck you!” Johnnie shouted and left him standing there as she made her way toward the phone to call George “Bubbles” Grant, who she hoped would be at a French Quarter nightclub called Napoleon’s Bayou. She would have called Napoleon first, but she didn’t have his home number. Besides, she assumed he was anxiously on his way to the Bel Glades Hotel with no way of reaching him until he arrived.

Billy Logan kicked in the door and entered her house. “My turn tuh sample the merchandise, you little whore. You gon’ gimme some tuh-night! Its gon’ be good, too. I just know it.”

“Get out of my house,” Johnnie screamed defiantly.

“Sure, bitch,” Billy said matter-of-factly. “As soon as I get finished fuckin’ you, I’ll be glad to leave. And satisfied, too.”

By this time, Johnnie had reached the phone, had it to her ear, and was calling the nightclub, desperately trying to dial the last two numbers.

Billy grabbed her and snatched the receiver out of her hand, then the phone out of the wall. “I’m fuckin’ you tuh-night and that’s all there is to it. You can give it up, or I’ma take it.” He smiled wickedly. “I prefer to take it.”

Twenty-four hours earlier, Earl Shamus, who had forced himself on her, had come over, which reminded her of the first violation. Now, here was Billy Logan, threatening to do the same thing a little more than two years after she’d submitted to Earl’s licentious demand for her virginity. She looked at Billy, who looked like he was possessed by the essence of evil, his lips turned upside down, clown style, his forehead wrinkled, his eyebrows coming together, attempting to meet each other in the center.

Johnnie snatched away from him and turned to run.

Billy reached out and grabbed her shoulder length hair and said, “Where you goin’, bitch? We gon’ fuck tuh-night!” He pulled her close to him, her back against his chest. He grabbed clumsily at her considerable breasts and squeezed hard. The thrill of having her thick hills in his hands threatened to hasten his coming eruption. His heart thumped hard. Her resistance was like a powerful electromagnet. It forced his lust to the surface, exposing what was in his heart, and fueled his tool’s voracious need to enter her incredible body and pound her slippery sheath like a jackhammer breaking up asphalt.

Johnnie broke free and turned around. Without thought, she slapped him as hard as she could. The stinging blow didn’t have any effect on him. It was like she never even touched him; like his face became a slap sponge, able to absorb the fury and the harmful intent it promised. As a matter of fact, slapping him served as a stimulant and made his erection stiffer. Fighting him, denying him only furthered his cause, making him more aggressive during the act of taking what she wouldn’t freely give. Upon seeing his determination to have her, she turned to run again.

He grabbed her again and pulled her close to him, laughing uproariously, like a drunken sailor at a burlesque show. One hand was around her waist, the other alternately squeezing her inviting breasts, sending more pleasure impulses to his evil mind, spurring him on, making him continue toward the edge of sexual insanity. Once there, he would force himself inside her, pump her recklessly, and spill his seed into her unwilling pleasure-giver.

As Johnnie fought for her life, struggling relentlessly to break his vise-like grip, she heard Billy whisper in her left ear, “Did you suck his dick? Remember when I asked you that two years ago? So answer me! Did you suck the white man’s dick? You did, didn’t you? You did suck his dick!” Again she remembered that Earl Shamus had ruthlessly taken her virginity and taught her how to do the nasty things Billy had just asked about. All that was done to her and all that she had done was seared in her mind, but this time she wouldn’t cry. This time she was going to fight for what was hers to give and hers to deny.

She stopped struggling and said, “You want it that bad, Billy, that you have to take it?”