White Trash by Mark Lucas - Chapter 01

Genre: Vintage Sleaze / Lesbianism

Even though Mary Ann was WHITE TRASH, she had the face of an angel, the enticing body of a goddess, and both men and women admired her...

CHAPTER 01

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It was five minutes to three when Bill McNeil glanced up at the large, round clock on the wall.

It had been one of those days with one headache after another. To begin with, Laura Bunch, the big fat slob, had called in saying she wouldn't be in because of a severe headache. Bill looked at the calendar on the wall and shook his head. Right on the dot each month, Laura called in with her usual headache which meant she would be out four or five days.

Five large orders for Halloween costumes and decorations on his desk, and his right arm, as he called her, had to take her monthly leave of absence. Why in the hell couldn't she get pregnant, then at least she would work steady for nine months. But who would have a stomach for that big bag of blubber?

Not only was her size against her having a natural romance, but Bill often suspected her sexual desires were for one of her own sex.

The frown left his face as the door from the hall opened and a young girl of eighteen entered and walked quickly to her work bench. Bill studied her for a few minutes as she began work on some streamers she had left from the night before. His eyes roamed up and down her body, from the top of her dark, black hair to the soles of her white shoes as she went from one end of the table to the other.

Pity came into his heart as he looked about the room at the other girls dressed in neat dresses and fall shoes. He knew it must be embarrassing to the young girl, still wearing summer clothes to high school while the other girls were dressed for the season. In spite of the shabby clothes she was wearing, Mary Ann always held her head high and the large round breasts and shapely legs had caused many a high school boy to take the second look.

Bill grinned to himself as he closed the door to his private office and returned to his desk. Staring straight in front of him at the blank wall, he felt a little ashamed of himself, something that was a rare state of mind for him. He was thinking back to the incident of last night.

After the others had gone, Mary Ann had come into the office to discuss the project that Laura had given her earlier that day. Leaning over him, her large breasts had attracted his attention as her body pressed against his shoulder. Before she left the office, he had taken her in his arms, and the feel of her round, firm breast in his hand had caused him to lose control of himself for a moment. She had given no response to his kisses, and the pressure of his hand on her breast failed to arouse any visible interest.

He cursed himself several times after she had said good night. It had been his policy of long standing never to have any direct relationship with his female employees. This moment had slipped up on him, and after she left, he vowed it wouldn't happen again. Picking up the orders on his desk, he attempted to concentrate on who to give the work to, since Laura wouldn't be in for the next few days.

Agnes Warren usually acted as head of the cutting department in Laura's absence. He knew the other girls didn't care for Agnes because of her roaming hands. Several times one or two of the girls had complained to Bill about Agnes being overly affectionate toward them. Often he would see her hands accidentally touch a girl's leg or breast in such a way that if the girl objected it would only have made her look like a fool. Bill knew that Agnes made no attempt to cover the fact that she was a Lesbian, and he should have gotten rid of her months ago, but she was a good worker and seemed to take an interest in her work was the only reason he had ignored the girls' complaints.

Leaving his desk, he walked over to the door and opened it. He waited several moments before Mary Ann looked up, then beckoned for her to come into his office. Returning to his desk, he smiled up at the young girl as she entered the office, closing the door behind her.

''Mary Ann, I want you to look over these orders and see if you can handle them while Laura's homesick. Now this order from the Elk's Club is a must,"

he said, pulling one from the stack. "We need to deliver it not later than next Thursday afternoon. Since this is Friday night and you don't have school tomorrow, could you work a little later tonight and have the prints ready for the girls tomorrow?" he asked, handing Mary Ann the order.

The girl looked puzzled at the sheet in her hand, then looked down at her employer.

"Mr. McNeil, I've never made prints before, and I'd be afraid to attempt it alone. Perhaps Agnes could make the prints and I could cut them out,'' she suggested, smiling down at Bill.

"Nonsense, honey, I've watched you help Laura make prints several times. Agnes will be working on that big Christmas order for Juno's Department Store this evening, so there just isn't anyone else to do the job. Suppose we go into the print room and I'll help you get set up," he said, leaving his desk.

Mary Ann followed him through the shop to a room in the back of the building. Passing several of the girls, they looked up from their work and gave her a knowing grin that seemed to say, "This is your chance, Mary Ann, make the best of it'.

She blushed a little and returned their smiles as she walked over to the long table and laid the order down. · "The thing you have to watch is the measurements.

You get off a fraction and the whole shipment will be a loss. After you have the prints drawn, then all you have to do is put them in the press and run the paper through. Take your time, Mary Ann, and do the job right and you'll have no problems."

The girl sat down at the table and began studying the numbers on the order. For several minutes she kept her eyes glued to the paper as Bill casually shut the door and came over and sat down next to her, watching her long, dark eyelashes scan the figures before her. Laying his hand on her arm, he looked down at the table and said:

"About last night, Mary Ann, I'm sorry I lost my head and took advantage of you.'' She turned and gave him a knowing smile.

"You didn't take advantage of me, Mr. McNeil.

After all, what is a kiss but an expression of how you feel about someone?"

"Yes, I guess you're right, but I had no business kissing you or touching you. If you'll overlook it this time, it won't happen again."

The girl glanced down at his hand on her arm, then looked up into his face.

"You aren't the first person to lay his hand on my breast. It's happened so often I don't pay any attention to it anymore. I have a date with one of the boys at school, and the only thing he wants to do is park and make out. I've about come to the conclusion that perhaps the girls down in the islands are about right. Dress from the waist down and keep your upper body exposed and it wouldn't mean anymore than looking at an arm to see a girl's breasts. You don't have anything to feel ashamed of because you kissed me and felt of my breast.

I guess people like me get to expect the upper class to make certain advances. The trick is to be able to keep your head and not let them go too far.'' Bill squeezed her arm a little and sat back in the chair. ' "What causes you to low rate yourself? You're a pretty girl and have a wonderful personality. With the right clothes, you'd be accepted in the highest circles."

"I don't low rate myself, Mr. McNeil, I just state facts. I'm a nobody and never will be anybody as long as I remain at home. My parents before me are nothing, so what chance have I to be something I'm not?"

Folding his arms back of his head, Bill studied the girl for a few moments as she worked.

''What makes you say that your parents are nothing?

Doesn't your father do his best to provide for his family? Just because you weren't born wealthy doesn't mean you're a nobody."

The girl grinned a little, then looked him straight in the face.

"My father hasn't struck a days work in over a year. You see, he got so far in debt one time they got all kinds of judgments against him, so he says it's no use to spend time working when all they'll do is garnish his wages. He pictures himself as an undiscovered movie star. When he isn't doped up, he just sits around the house all day picking his guitar. He says that some day a television or movie scout will discover him and then all our troubles will be over."

Bill gave the girl a puzzled look.

"What do you mean when he's not doped up? He isn't a drug addict, is he?"

"I don't know what you'd call him. For weeks he doesn't take anything, then it's one capsule after another for several weeks. When he's on the stuff, everyone keeps out of his way and lets him sleep it off. That's one reason I enjoy working down here after school and on Saturdays. At least I'm out of the house, and part of what I make belongs to me.

Mama works during the day at a restaurant as a waitress, so between us we keep the family eating."

"What I did last night didn't have any effect on you, did it? As far as you were concerned, I was just another man getting his kick by feeling of you,'' Bill said, reaching over and picking up the order on the table.

Mary Ann laid her hand on his arm and bit her lips.

"Mr. McNeil, don't feel badly about what happened last night. If it will make you feel any better, I'll confess that I had something to do with it. I know this is going to sound corny to you, but I've been in love with you since the first day I came to work here. Last night when you took me in your arms, I didn't respond, because I was fighting a battle with myself. I wanted you to do that, and yet I felt dirty for leading you on," she admitted, lowering her head.

A peculiar feeling came over Bill as he walked over to the window and looked down on the alley two stories below. He wanted to run from the room and never be alone with this girl again, but his feet seemed to be weighted down. Mary Ann walked slowly over and touched his arm.

"Mr. McNeil, I know I shouldn't have said that to you, but it's how I feel. If you want to discharge me now, I wouldn't blame you, for a girl in my position shouldn't fall in love with a man of your standing.

Perhaps you'd better get someone else to make these prints."

Bill turned and looked down at the girl before him. She had the face of an angel, yet, he knew she had the enticing body of a devil. Her hands were trembling as he slipped his arm around her shoulders.

Hungrily he pressed his mouth down on her waiting lips. For a moment he held her tight as she opened her mouth to receive his probing tongue.

Electrifying flashes pulsed through his body as he picked the young girl up in his arms and laid her gently down on the long table. She had a frightened expression in her eyes as his hands quickly unbuttoned the front of her shirtwaist dress, exposing the white slip. Sliding his hand under the slip, he felt the round nipple harden as he exposed the firm breast.

Lying down on the table beside her, he again took the girl in his arms as her lips sought his hungry mouth.

"Oh, sweetheart, I've got to have you," he whispered, kissing down her neck and taking the nude breast in his mouth.

He could feel her body stiffen as his hand slid up her leg. Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead as she felt the man leave the table and slowly pull her dress over her head. She clinched her fists and wanted to stop him, but her arms were paralyzed. She lay motionless, looking up at the ceiling as he removed her clothes, piece by piece, with the precision of an expert. Her realm of worldly experience was limited, and she knew resistance now was out of the question. Always she had managed to keep anyone from removing her panties, but now she could make no move to stop him, as every fiber of her body screamed for him to disrobe her.

She turned her head and watched him remove his clothes. As her eyes watched him step out of his shorts, she seemed to lose all feeling; her legs felt numb, but the rest of her body's temperature kept climbing to the boiling point. Her hands were not trembling from fright, yet her heart was beating twice its natural speed. This was her first experience of being completely nude with one of the opposite sex. She caught the smell of a manly cologne as he lay down beside her on the table. For a moment, she closed her eyes as she felt his arms encircle her.

He kissed her lips, her neck, then down on each of her breasts. His mouth followed a course down over her stomach as he kissed her naval. Then the weight of his body pressed down on her. She had to stop him, she couldn't let him use her body as he had probably used the other girls. She raised her arms to push him away, but the strength had completely drained from her. She tried to scream, but no sound came forth as she realized her teeth were cutting through her lips.

Then she heard herself saying:

"I love you, Mr. McNeil. I love you!"

Bill looked down into her soft eyes and smiled.

"Honey, this isn't a high school boy you're with now. This is a full-grown man, and you're no longer a little girl," he whispered, as his mouth cut off any words she could have spoken.

Throwing her arms tightly about his body, she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her body stiffened, then relaxed as she prayed the moment would never end.

It was nearly midnight before Mary Ann finished the prints. As she turned off the light, her eyes lingered on the table where she, only a few hours before, gave up her virginity. She had wanted to save herself for her wedding night, but a boy who would marry a girl like her wouldn't care, she reasoned, if he had a virtuous wife or an ex-whore.

Anyway, the damage was done and nothing could change her back to the innocent girl she was this afternoon.

Agnes sat at her work table finishing up several Halloween masks.

"Well, I hope the little brats who wear these will have a good time. How did you and the boss make out?" she asked, as Mary Ann passed her table.

''What do you mean, how did we make out?'' she asked, feeling her face flush.

"Just what I asked. How did you make out with the boss? Did he drop one in you?"

Anger came over the girl as she stared with blazing eyes at the woman.

"You do have the nastiest mind, Agnes. What makes you think Mr. McNeil would do such a thing, even if you do consider me a slut?'' Agnes laughed a little, pushing the equipment back on the table. Turning toward the girl, she looked up and said:

"Don't get up in the air, kid, I didn't mean to touch a tender spot."

"If you touched a tender spot on me, then it's the only spot you haven't touched since I came to work here. Every girl in the shop has complained about your roving hands. Don't you get tired of feeling of other girls?"

Agnes gave a chuckle.

"Look, honey, what I do is my own business. If I attended to your business I'm sorry, for I don't give a damn if you drop your pants to the boss ten times a day. If you play it smart, though, you could be out of this dump and living like a queen. With your looks and equipment, you could have a nice apartment with a French maid to wait on you. I don't mean by letting the boss manhandle you, but there are plenty of men who would gladly drop a few bills in your hand if you dropped your panties at the right time. I'd do it in a minute in spite of the fact I hate men, but look at my figure. My tits grew in instead of out. Why, I have such small breasts, I get the heebee jeebees every time I look at myself in the nude."

Mary Ann tried not to laugh as Agnes low rated her manish figure.

"What you're trying to say is, that I should walk the streets and become a professional prostitute.

No thanks, Agnes, there are enough of them on the streets now," the girl replied, walking toward the door.

"Wait a minute, kid, and I'll walk down the steps with you," Agnes called, as she grabbed her purse and switched off the light.

Locking the door behind her, the older girl walked fast to catch up with Mary Ann who had already started down the steps. Once out on the street, the cool air hit their faces as small drops of rain started falling.

''What do you say we stop at that all-night diner and have a cup of coffee and a piece of pie?" Agnes asked, as the two girls hurried toward the bus stop.

"No thanks, Agnes, it's late, and I'm really tired out making those prints."

"Aw, come on, kid, I'm hungry and I hate to eat alone. I'll tell you what I'll do, you have a cup of java on me and I'll drive you home in my car," Agnes persuaded.

Mary Ann thought for a moment, then said:

''Okay, Agnes, just a cup of coffee, then it's home I go."

The two walked toward the corner to a diner fashioned like a train car. Sitting down at the counter, Agnes ordered pie and coffee for two. While waiting for their order, the two girls sat talking about the wholesale novelty shop where they worked.

"You've been with the shop quite a while, haven't you?" Mary Ann asked, sipping the steaming coffee.

Taking a cigarette from her purse, the woman offered one to Mary Ann, who refused it.

"Yep, I've been with the McNeil Novelty Manufacturing Company for three years now and I've seen girls come and go. I guess Laura and I will stay with it until we die of old age."

"You don't seem to care for Laura much, do you?"

Agnes blew smoke through her nose, then laughed a little to herself.

''Does it show that much? Nope, Laura and I've just never hit it off together. I know what she is and she knows what I am, so we keep our distance."

"What do you mean 'what you are and what she is'?" Mary Ann asked, puzzled.

"Well, honey, it's no secret that I'm a Lesbian.

I haven't tried to hide it, so I just presumed you and everyone else knew how I am. You can call me a freak if you want to, because I've been called worse than that, but at least I am kind to my fems, that's more than I can say about Laura. Now that bitch is a lamma hutching, and do I despise that type of women!"

"What's a lamma hutching?" she asked, looking around quickly to see if the waiter could hear their conversation.

"Well, that's just getting too involved for you to comprehend. Let's just say that Laura isn't just a lamma hutching, but she's about the lowest form of a Lesbian. Now take me as an example, I like to keep things on a high plane. I like my fems the plain old natural way. Well, that's the last drop of that coffee, so I guess it's about time to go home and hit the hay," she said, throwing a bill on the counter.

The two girls walked down the block to the parking lot where Agnes kept her car. Suddenly two men stepped out from behind a signboard in the path of the girls.

''What's your hurry, baby?'' the taller of the men asked.

"Beat it, slim Jim," Agnes said, attempting to push the man aside.

"Now, wait a minute, baby, me and my friend just want to get sociable with you two broads," the man said, as the short man caught Mary Ann by her arm, "Take your filthy hands off of me," Mary Ann shouted, trying to hit him with her purse.

Like a flash of lightning, Agnes took hold of the tall man and, with a twist of her body, gave him a spin in the air, landing him out on the hard, cement walk. Grabbing the other man, she gave him a spin, and he too found himself sprawled on his back.

''Next time you big slobs want to jump on helpless women, pick on someone who can't defend herself,"

Agnes said, walking toward her car in the parking lot.

"Gosh, Agnes, they sure did scare the daylights out of me. How did you throw those two big men to the ground?'' Agnes laughed a little as she turned the key in the car door.

"Just a hobby I picked up several years ago. It's getting so a lady isn't safe on the streets anymore.

You know where the cops are at this time of night?

Instead of patrolling their beats protecting women, they're all down at the city auditorium protecting some long hair singers from screaming teen-agers.

While working people are being raped and robbed, the Mayor has the cops protecting celebrities who honor our great city with their presence."

Mary Ann gave instructions how to get to her house as Agnes drove slowly down the street. The rain was now coming down in heavy sheets, making it almost impossible to drive.

"We're only a few blocks from my place, what about dropping up for a night cap until this rain eases up a bit?" the woman asked.

"It's late now, Agnes, and my mother may awaken and become alarmed. I'm always home by ten-thirty and it's going on one o'clock now," Mary Ann replied, as Agnes swung the car to the right and drove toward a row of apartments.

"Your mother's probably asleep and won't know what time you get home. The rain should slacken a bit after a while and, too, I'd like for you to see my cute little place of abode."

Mary Ann smiled over at the woman.

"You're a sight, Agnes. I just can't figure you out. At the shop you're hard and coarse, but tonight you're lots of fun to be with. I'd like to see your apartment, if you'll tell me more about what it's like to be a Lesbian.'' "So you want to know what it's like to be a freak of nature, do you? Well, if you wanta course in how Lesbians perform, you've come to the right person.

Down at the Dyke Palace, they call me Professor Aggie Warren, master of the art of homosexuality,'' Agnes informed proudly, as she parked the car in front of her apartment.

Quietly the two girls climbed the steps to the second floor and made their way down the dimly lighted hallway. Inserting her key, Agnes opened the door and gently ushered Mary Ann in.

''Welcome to my humble house,'' she said, turning on a lamp near the door.

The walls were done in a flamingo red with oriental tapestries hung from the ceiling. Off to the right a small breakfast bar separated the dining area from the modern all-electric kitchen.

Mary Ann looked around the spacious room, then sat down on the sofa.

"Gosh, Agnes, I never dreamed it was so pretty.

At the shop you'd think you were just a working girl living in a two-room flat somewhere. A place like this must cost a fortune each month."

"It is pretty expensive, but worth every dime I pay for it. I have a living room, two bedrooms, and a kitchen with all utilities furnished for two hundred and seventy-five dollars a month. Not bad for all that, wouldn't you say?"

Agnes sat down beside the girl and slipped her shoes off.

"Tell me something about yourself, Mary Ann,"

she said, resting both arms on the back of the sofa.

"There isn't much to tell, except I've been just about all over the country and thought I'd seen everything until I started working at the shop. My father used to play his guitar in a hillbilly band and we traveled with a tent show. Then we worked county fairs and sometimes he'd get an engagement at a regular theater."

"When was the first time you let a boy have a little?" Agnes asked, grinning at the girl.

"Tonight was the first ... Oh, I didn't mean to say that," Mary Ann said, covering up her mouth, as her face turned crimson.

Agnes laughed out loud at the girl's embarrassment.

"Come on, honey, I knew the boss got a little from you, but he wasn't the first. A girl with your looks and figure trying to claim virginity insults a person's intelligence. Now let's be truthful with each other; how old were you when you had your first?"

"Okay, so you tricked me into admitting Mr. McNeil did it with me," Mary Ann said, forcing a smile on her face, "but he was the first one, honest."

''You mean you have traveled all over this country with all types of people and never gave in to anyone? Girl, if that's true, you must be a super girl. I lost my innocence when I was just a small kid. My brother-in-law tricked me into giving in to him by pretending he wanted to show me how to protect myself from a boy's advances. I guess I was about thirteen when he took a fatherly interest in me and taught me the facts of life. By the time that old buzzard got through with me, I knew more about the facts of life than the average married woman. I guess that's when I began to hate all men.

I swore then that no damn man would ever tear my insides out again, and I've stuck to it. If the boss was the first, I guess you feel the same way now.

How any man can receive such pleasure from torturing a girl like that is beyond me."

"It wasn't torture to me, it was wonderful," she said softly, closing her eyes and dreaming of her tussle with Bill McNeil.

Agnes turned her head sideways and stared at the girl.

"He was your very first and you didn't suffer?"

"There wasn't anything to suffer for. He was kind and gentle, and oh, how his kisses made my blood run hot!'' Agnes slipped her arm around Mary Ann's shoulders and pulled the girl against her.

"Let's talk about us for a change. Want to know how I became a Lesbian?"

''What is a Lesbian, Agnes? I've heard about them for years, but you're the first one I've ever met."

"The word Lesbian comes from the Greek island of Lesbos, now called Mytilene. On this island homosexual practice was as acceptable as a kiss between a man and his wife. They didn't have a bunch of whackey laws prohibiting grown people from enjoying the pleasure to be found with the same sex. In our so-called civilized country, some warped minded man worked toward having laws passed to put people behind bars who practice homosexuality.

Just like prohibition failed during World War I, people have proven they can't be legislated into doing things they don't want to do. The American people have proven that they are going to do as they damn please, in spite of the law. They put a homo in prison, and the minute he's released, right back to his old ways he goes, only this time he has had a post graduate course in prison. Now, a Lesbian has a much better chance of evading the law than a male homosexual. If two men walked down the street with their arms around each other, every person they meet would know they were homos, but two women can actually kiss in public and people think they're just good friends."

"Is there any fun in being a Lesbian?" Mary Ann asked, as she sat with her mouth open, hanging on to each word her teacher said.

"Little girl, you haven't lived until you've been in bed with a Lesbian for a while. Once you have been with a Lesbian, every man you meet will make you sick at your stomach. It's getting late now, and you better let me drive you home," Agnes suggested, slipping her shoes back on.

A chilling sensation began moving over Mary Ann's body as she sat listening to the woman describe being a Lesbian.

''Sometimes I'd like to try being a Lesbian, just for the hell of it," she said, looking wishfully up at the woman standing before her.

Agnes smiled down at the girl, then reached and pulled her to her feet. Slipping her arms around the girl, she pulled her body up against her own.

Pressing her lips down on the girl's mouth, a wave of passion covered Mary Ann as Agnes's hand slipped down the front of her dress. For several minutes the woman held the girl tight against her body as she gently rubbed the nipple of her breast.

Pushing Mary Ann abruptly from her, Agnes winked and said:

"Let's not start getting hot pants at this hour of the morning. I'd better drive you home before I forget how tired I am."

Mary Ann reluctantly followed her out the door.

A few minutes later she sat in the car, staring into the woman's face. Agnes stopped the car in front of a duplex and cut off the lights. Slipping her arms around the girl again, she kissed the small lips as her hand slipped slowly up the girl's dress, until Mary Ann squirmed with delight.

"Please take me back to your apartment," she whispered, between kisses.

"Not tonight, darling. When you really want me to take you, then you'll come to me and I'll be ready for you. Until that time comes, we'll have to stay the way we are. Be sweet and have pleasant dreams," she said, reaching over and opening the door.

Mary Ann stood on the curb watching the tail light fade away in the distance. Slowly she walked up on the porch and let herself into the house. As she looked around at the messed-up living room, she shook her head in disgust.

"White trash, just plain white trash," she said aloud to herself, as she stumbled over a beer can on the floor.

Opening the door to her bedroom, she walked over to the dresser and looked at herself in the cracked mirror. as the light from the neon sign across the street shown through the window. Slipping off her bra, she looked closely in the mirror as her hands cupped the large breasts.

"You haven't got much, Mary Ann, but what you lack in material things, you've got a beautiful pair of breasts," she mumbled to herself.

Slipping into bed beside her fifteen-year-old sister, she lay for a while in her panties, thinking over the past few hours. Mr. McNeil had taken her virtue, but Agnes had given her thrills that surpassed words. Turning over on her side, she slipped her arms around her sister and rested her hand on the small pointed breasts. The young girl stirred a little as Mary Ann pressed her lips down on the sleeping girl's mouth.

"If being a Lesbian is half as exciting as it sounds, then, little sister, you and I have a hell of a good time awaiting us," she said, turning over on her back again.

Sleep was slow to come as she lay dreaming of the thrills in store for her when she visited Agnes' apartment again. As her heavy eyes slowly closed, she was again in the arms of another woman whose love took her out of the world.