Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2011 07:25:22 +0100 From: Amy Redek Subject: Why? Chapter Four. It started with Bambi Bambridge, the first name being taken from the surname. He, she was only eighteen and was quite fussy about who she would let fuck her out in the cottages. Well there was one man who had wanted her and didn't like being rebuffed by her during her turn at circulating among the tables. I can't say that I noticed this during my forays out into the crowd for my usual fucking and it was after our nightly show was over that it happened. Two of the girls, Sally being one of them, had a regular boy friend that would wait for them to get their stage make-up off before leaving the club. I was just in front of these four as we left the club, Bambi had been a minute or two before me and as I stepped out into the street, I saw her fall to the ground after being hit by this man that had pestered her all night. He gave her a kick while she was on the ground and then dragged her half upright by her hair to hit her again when I shouted out and grabbed his arm. He let go of her and swung round without me knowing he had a knife in his hand. I got this sudden pain in the side of my neck that almost paralysed me with shock. I couldn't scream out as he pushed me backwards to the ground as the other two men following behind me with their girls stopped him from going any further. This rest was related to me later by Sally who was first at my side as I lay on the road, choking and coughing up blood from my throat. She was screaming as she stuffed the hem of her dress to the wound at my neck that was pouring with blood. The attacking man managed to get free of the other two men and ran off with one chasing, but didn't catch up with him. Sally screamed out at him as he leaned over Bambi to get an ambulance fast as she thought I was bleeding to death, thinking that by the amount of blood that he'd caught the jugular vein, which, with luck, he hadn't but there was still a lot of blood which she was trying to staunch. I was out and unconscious during this and she sat there on the ground with me, holding her dress up to my neck, pressing as hard as she could. Her man had called for an ambulance from the club and also the police who arrived first, a good five minutes before the ambulance. They thought that three of us had been hurt at first because Sally was now all covered with blood and Bambi was still unconscious too. There was little they could do until the ambulance arrived and the paramedics took over. Sally came with the two of us in the ambulance while her man stayed behind to relate what happened to the police. I was taken straight into emergency and within fifteen minutes was on an operating table where I lay for two hours while surgeons battled to save my life. I was on the critical list for two days and it was only my youth and resilience that kept me in the land of the living. The knife I had been struck with had missed the jugular artery but had cut into my vocal cords and this is what kept me on the operating table so long as they tried their best to stitch these together. It was nearly two weeks before they told me that the operation wasn't a hundred percent successful and though I would eventually be able to speak, my singing career was over. I was lying there with tubes up both nostrils as well as one down my throat and heavily bandaged around my throat and couldn't help the tears that began to flow from eyes at this news. Sally, who'd spent as much time as she could with me, cried with me as she held my hand tight, telling me that being alive was the most important. Which didn't help me for singing was my life! It meant that I couldn't sing in the club and have many men fuck me and if I couldn't sing there, how was I going to get my regular supply of hard cocks. This was the hardest thing to bear and I just couldn't stop crying and almost had a relapse because of it. But they pulled me through this darkest period of my life to date and I vowed that somehow I was going to get myself back together to get out and find men. I could only write notes as I recovered and I asked Sally through this medium if they had found the man who had knifed me. No was the answer which didn't surprise me but his face was forever etched in my brain as he'd swung his arm up at me. I would get him one day even if I had to scour the whole country. Why oh why did this have to happen to me? It was two weeks before the doctors let the police sit by my bedside to ask me questions. Sally was allowed to stay with me but mustn't interrupt as she'd already given her version of the attack and she would read out my answers. I think she enjoyed this. Q. Why did this man attack you? A. Because I got in the fucking way Q. The way of what? A. Him kicking and punching the shit out of Bambi. Q. By Bambi, do you mean Mr. Bambridge? A. If that is Bambi's surname, yes. Q. Do you know the name of this man that attacked you? A. No. Q. Why was he attacking Mr. Bambridge? A. Because Bambi wouldn't let him fuck him. Q. By that, do you mean he wanted to have anal sex with Mr. Bambridge? A. What fucking planet do you live on? Where the fuck do you think the prick wanted to stick his prick? In her ear? Maybe that's what you need to get some sense into you instead of asking these stupid fucking questions. `Now there's no need to come out with words like that Mr. Trent,' the copper said. `Then fuck off, I'm tired,' I wrote and Sally spoke for me as I lay back on the pillows and closed my eyes. `Okay Mr. Trent. If you think of anything that may help us, send us word,' he said. I mouthed the words for him to fuck off and I heard the scraping of chairs as they got up and left my room. `They've gone,' Sally said and I opened my eyes and smiled at her. `That was great, telling them to fuck off.' Her eyes were smiling as she said this but I could also see that there was tiredness in them and wrote on the pad that she shouldn't come every day for she needed rest too. She objected but her heart wasn't in it for she knew that I'd written the truth. I had one other special visitor and that was Bambi. She called me a silly bitch for getting involved but thanked me in the same breath for my intervention. It was nice to see the odd girl from the club drop in but they soon tired me out and I wrote out my thanks but asked them to let me rest and get better. Three weeks later I had a second operation now that I was over the first one. This was to make more repairs to my larynx. It was another two months before I came off the intravenous feed and was given my first solid food since entering the hospital, though solid is not the right word for thin soup. I was also encouraged to try and speak and the first effort hurt my throat and all that came out was a croak that made me cry, but, I persevered and found that I could actually make noises that were real words. My voice was lower and more husky, much like Joan Greenwood and Fenella Fielding, two actresses that I admired for their sexy tones. It would take a little getting used to but the main thing was that I could now speak and be understood instead of having to write out all that I wanted to say. I did have one other visitor in the hospital and it was that of Miss Winters who told me that she would be my social worker again until I was fit enough to face the world once more. She asked me if I would like to be visited by a therapist and having visions of Heather again, said yes. Well I didn't know she was taking about a speech therapist who I soon sent packing after speaking to me and treating me as though I were a child. Sally was with me when the time came for me to leave the hospital after nearly four months there. I thanked the doctors and nurses for their care and attention of me and had to suffer to be taken home in a wheelchair, still wearing the hateful gown that had no back to it. But that was hospital practice and as soon as we entered my flat I got out of the wheel chair and took off the robe and gown and threw them onto the seat. Oblivious of the two ambulance men, strode naked over to my drinks cabinet and poured myself out a large gin and tonic and nearly choked on this first decent drink for nearly four months. By Christ did it burn my throat but it really warmed my stomach and turning round, offered the two men a drink which they politely refused. They left after I thanked them and offered Sally a drink which she accepted and clinked glasses together. `Thank you Sally for all the time you've spent with me at the hospital and there is only one thing left for me to ask of you,' I said as we drank. `What's that?' she asked. `Take me to bed and fuck me for I've been dying to have a cock for God knows how long.' I said it with a smile and she readily agreed and so to bed we went. I was already naked and got onto the bed and watched her take her clothes off and saw that she was up and ready and I said to forget the condom as I wanted to feel all of her as she was inside and of her coming too. It was lovely to have a cock plough my furrow again and I drooled at the pleasure almost forgotten and urged her to fuck me harder. This Sally did until she strained and began to jerk as she came inside me. She staggered off to the bathroom to wash as I relived and savoured that warm glow in my stomach at having been fucked again. I would liked to have gone down on her and sucked her cock but I would have to leave this pleasure of having oral sex for a while until my throat had really healed properly, so I fucked her instead. Sally left soon after for she had to go to work at the club, leaving me alone in the silence of my room, missing the bustle of nurses. I cried that night in bed. No job because I couldn't sing which meant no men to fuck me and pay for my rent and food and the money I had saved for a rainy day wouldn't last forever. I was really miserable and rather short tempered when I got my visit from Miss Winters. She misunderstood my mood thinking it was because of my loss of singing ability and my job, not of the men that I craved to have behind me or in my mouth. My second week in my flat became a living hell for I couldn't stand the inane programmes being put out on the television and I couldn't concentrate on reading books and magazines. So I would spend a lot of that time just walking about the streets to tire myself out so that I could sleep at night. I had been out walking and began to feel hungry and so went back to the flat and got a shock when I opened the door and went through into the sitting room. For sitting there was none other than Eddie Forbes, with a big smile on his face. `Surprise!' he said. `It sure is. Why are you here? You've still got eight more years to serve,' I said. He got up and put his hands on my shoulders and half turned me to look at the scar at the side of my throat. `I'll tell you later. How are you feeling? I read about what happened to you and I just had to come and see if you are alright.' The question was asked sincerely for I could see it quite plain on his face. `You've broken out of prison! You didn't just break out to come and see me?' I asked incredulously. `No,' he said with a laugh. `The opportunity arose for a break out and so I took it. To come and see you was a combination of three things.' `Sex, sex and sex again, is what springs to mind,' I said with a laugh. `Well, that was one of the three,' he laughed. `Another was to see if you were alright and if there was anything I could do and the other, well, I need a place to lie low for a little while until I can get out of the country.' `Well to the second question the answer is I'm fine though I can't sing any more, I'm still alive. As to the other two questions, the answer is yes. You can stay here as long as you like for it's been a long time since I've had a man such as you. You don't get what you can give me from the National Health Service.' He laughed and I broke free from his hands and went and poured out some drinks for us, him preferring whisky. We'd only sat down with our drinks when there came a knocking at the front door. Both of us were startled at this and then I remembered that it was the day for Miss Winter's to call. `Oh Christ! It's my social worker. Quick! Into the bedroom and don't make a sound,' I said to him and made sure he took his glass with him before he closed the door for me to then go and let Miss Winter in. She refused my offer of a drink seeing that I'd already started but accepted a cup of coffee. We spoke for several minutes, me bringing up the subject on collecting unemployment benefit, asking that the six week period be waived as I was in hospital at the time and unable to sign on. This she said she would see to and that we should meet at the what used to be called, the Labour Exchange to sort out getting me some form of monies. We were talking of this when there came another knock at the door and excusing myself, went and opened the door to find two plain clothes police officers. They asked if they could step inside and so I let them in. I introduced them to Miss Winters who told them who and what she did and why she was there and then asked why were they here? `A felon escaped from Wandsworth Prison in the early hours of the morning, one Eddie Forbes. He's on the run and we are checking out the likely places he might seek sanctuary.' `So why pick on me?' I asked. `We were given to understand that you were his woman whilst you were in there Mr. Trent,' one of them said, laying heavy emphasis on my name and title considering I was dressed as a woman in my own flat. `Just because he fucked me a couple of times while I was there isn't a very good reason why he should come here,' I said quite haughtily. `If, as you are alluding, I was one of his known associates, this would be one of the places to avoid for that very reason. He'd be bloody stupid to come here and I can assure you he isn't stupid by any means. Miss Walters, does this mean that because I once went to prison I'm going to be subjected to this for the rest of my life?' `I should hope not,' she said and then went on for several minutes berating the two men on how it was more of a misunderstanding that I had finished up in prison and that she had no doubt as to my integrity and an honest citizen who has since been the victim of a crime of more violence that they, the police have yet to apprehend the man who had inflicted such damage on myself. She was bloody good and when she'd finished with them, I invited them to check out the flat which they declined to do and soon left, though telling me it was my duty to inform them if he tried to make any contact with me. `I'll be as diligent as you,' I assured them as I showed them out. `Can you believe the bloody cheek of them?' I exclaimed to her when I returned to the sitting room. `I clobber a copper by mistake and get thrown inside and when I'm nearly killed, they do nothing and expect me to harbour an escaped prisoner? Well I would if it came to that, but as I said, this would be one of the last places he would come to.' I went and refilled my glass and sat down again. `Did I understand the man right when he said that you had been this man's woman inside, that you had sex with him?' she asked, her eyes not exactly wide, but enough to know that she wanted a little bit of gossip. `Yes,' I confessed. `He used to fuck me.' `Why?' `It was for my own protection. Those others inside would very soon have known who and what I was and rather than be gang raped by ten or more inmates as and when they pleased, it was better to offer myself to just one man and therefore be protected from the depredations of the others. Do you understand the logic of this? If you don't, then I suggest you spend a little more time in finding out exactly what goes on in the prisons, and that also includes the female ones too, for they can be real bitches too.' `Well you've certainly given me a lot to think about Jackie. Now it's about time I was going. Now don't forget to let them know if this man tries to contact you.' `If he calls upon me from now, I most certainly will,' I assured her. The fact that he already had meant that I was not telling any lies at that very moment as I showed her out and thankfully shut the door. I went to my bedroom to be engulfed in Eddie's arms and kissed. `You were wonderful,' he said between kisses. `I heard every word and nearly shit bricks when you invited them to look around.' `I knew what I was doing,' I said. `They'd already been put down and weren't going to have it done again especially without a search warrant.' `How can I thank you?' he asked to which I think you know the answer. `Put me on the bed and fuck me,' I said which he promptly did and it was like welcoming home an old friend to have his cock slide up inside me and blow my brains out with his coming, making me come at the same time without using my hands. It was nice to lie in his arms again after being sexually satisfied with knowing the added benefit that I would be able to sleep in the same bed with him that coming night unlike while being in prison. There, I had to be in my own cell with Bert, but tonight, he would be all mine to have and to hold and have his strong arms round me as I slept. I had enough food in the flat for a couple of days at least and over our evening meal he, well not exactly, told me of his escape. He wouldn't go into specific details for he said the less I knew the better, besides, he might need to use the same means again, he said with a smile. But his main concern was if he could continue to stay in my flat until he had the means to leave the country. Though the rider was if I would be his go between to set all this in motion? Of course I said yes, though the longer I could keep him in the flat, the more sex I would get was the main thought that ran through my mind. It was nice to go back to bed and see his naked body which I hadn't seen whilst in prison and that he was extremely fit and he looked more powerful when he was naked with a steaming erection that I knew was for me alone and how I really longed to go down onto my knees and take him into my mouth. But as I was going to get it anyway, I had to content myself with just kissing and licking the head of his cock before putting a condom on and getting onto the bed and feel his hands once again on my hips. Then came the pleasure of feeling him push the head of his cock up to my arsehole and slip inside and have the rest of his shaft fill me and have him pulsate there before reaming my canal. I was back in heaven for I knew that he was mine, albeit for a short time and I intended to make the most of the time he would be living with me. To keep his strength up, read that as his cock, he needed to be well fed and this needed money to which he gave me the means to get as I passed on messages at the same time. Now I didn't know his associates in the part of the world that they lived though it was within one mile of the club for I'd had no reason to do so in the past. But I soon became aware of this underground means of living and operating outside of the law. Bert Wilson, my old cell mate had been released while I was in hospital and I was to use him to make contact with Eddie's men. The pub was in Whitechapel which I'm not going to name for obvious reasons, where I would pick up Bert who would then introduce me to others who would help both me and Eddie. I couldn't have had any better therapy to get me out of my doldrums than acting as this liaison between Eddie and his cohorts. I took to wandering around the Whitechapel area, stopping in different pubs in case I was being followed until I met up with Bert. From him I got a kiss on the lips when we did finally meet, which looked natural in spite of the age difference because I went out as I usually did, dressed as the woman I always believed I was. `You're a sight for sore eyes,' Bert said as he gave me a hug. `After reading about what happened to you in the newspaper we get, I prayed for you, I really did.' `Thank you Bert. When did you get out?' `Two months ago and right glad to I can tell you, for it wasn't the same after you left. I got a right turd shoved in with me. Nowhere as clean and honest as you.' `Thank you Bert,' I said as I gave him a kiss on the cheek and accepted the offer of a drink. `Have you heard the latest?' he gushed as soon as we had sat down. `About Eddie Forbes, yes, I have,' I replied with a smile knowing that I was going to drop a bombshell on him. `That's why I've come looking for you.' `For me? Why?' That everlasting question. `To see if you could help him,' I said simply. `Help? Of course I would. It was because you was my cell mate that he looked after me after you was released. Though he couldn't do much about the shit that was put in with me but he made sure that he toed the line with me. I just hope that he stays free and gives them all a lot of bother of finding him.' `That he'll do all right for they won't find him,' I said quite assuredly. `How can you be so sure Jackie?' `Because I know where he is and am now asking you to help me get him out of the country,' I said. `Well bugger me!' he breathed. `That's my line,' I said dryly. `Now he came to me to ask you to become a go between his old mates and pass on messages and the like but pass them through me. Do you think you can do that for I don't know them and it would look suspicious if I start ferreting around.' `Of course I will,' he said, his eyes alight. `What does he want?' `The first thing is to let them know that he's in a safe hiding place. The second is for some cash and thirdly, a false passport. Now he trusts me and I've vouched for you and he wants you to be very careful and only speak to one of his cronies so that if anything goes wrong, he'll know to who to go looking for if it does. Make this quite clear at the outset or we'll both end up back in there and I can't guarantee that we'll put back in the same cell together.' `Don't worry on that score Jackie, but, you know, I missed you when you left. Then to hear of your trouble and I wished that I could have been out there to help you. If there's anything that I can do, in, er, well, er, you might, er...' `Say no more Bert,' I said with a smile. `Come out back with me.' I stood up and had him follow me out into the passage where the toilets were. `We'd better use the ladies,' I said as I pushed open the door and went in with him behind me. Well that's where he wanted to be and I wanted him there too. Not having seen any women in the pub knew we wouldn't be disturbed and I lifted up the hem of my dress and bent over by the sink and he quickly pulled himself out of his trousers and I had the pleasure of once more having Bert's thick, though slightly shorter prick shoved up my arse to give me a good fucking. He enjoyed having me as much as I enjoyed of letting him and feeling his seed spurt out into me as he came quite prolifically. `Oh God I missed this with you Jackie,' he said as he pumped away as he came, jerking his thighs tight up to my backside as he jerked in his out pouring. `I missed having you too Bert,' I gasped as I came all over the inside of my dress at the same time. I gave a little cry as he pulled out leaving a vacuum in my backside and knew that as soon as I let air get back inside it would want to come back out in the form of a fart. That eventually happened but it wasn't loud enough to be noticed as he washed his cock at the basin and dried it on paper towels before putting it away. We then agreed to meet again in two days time for him to tell me how he got on with Eddie's pals. I went back home quite happy at having had a fuck and that it was Bert and that he had agreed to help in Eddie's escape to freedom. *