Bill E. Balle

Passion's Her Game

Chapter 1

The body of the man, with all its soft, flabby bulk, pressed upon Toni She could see his eyes glowing. She backed up and was stopped by falling against a tree. The hands were at her breasts as the voice whined piteously and the heavy body, heavier still with the acrid odor of booze, moved closer again.

"Be nice, baby!" mumbled the voice in the dark. "Be nice to Big Benny! It's been a long time…" Toni wished she could scream, wished she could slash out at that bloated face with her nails. But her pert, tight young body was a helpless mass against the onslaught, against the searching, feverish hands.

"I was watching you on, the bus, honey. I know why you got off here in Hoboken. You ain't goin' to Hoboken. You got off before New York 'cause you knew Big Benny was watchin' ya'. And you knew I'd get off too, right? 'Cause you want Big Benny to fuck ya', right? Well get a hotel room and… "

The big, fat penis sprung out of his soiled pants. "Here, feel this. Look what Big Benny's got for that little twat of yours. This here salami is why they call me Big Benny. What the hell you look so scared for? You was givin' me those fuck-eyes of yours on the bus, wasn't ya'? "

"No. I got off the bus because you was watching me!" Toni gulped out the words.

A New Jersey State Trooper car pulled up to the curb, lights flashing. A flashlight shone on the big tree.

"You all right, Miss?"

In an instant the big crummy-looking man was gone.

Toni had come to New York to escape from what her father and mother had become-a pair of sex maniacs at age forty.

She could still remember-as if it were yesterday-how she had unexpectedly returned from high school and caught them, her father's massive prick firmly embedded in a neighbor-woman's sopping cunt while her mother beat him with a stiff riding crop. What Toni, at nineteen-years-of-age, couldn't figure out was why the memory both delighted and haunted her.