Chapter 2
The next day is my day to clean the outhouses.
We’ve gone almost a year now without any indoor water or electricity, so we use basins filled with well water in our rooms and have a row of outhouses out back for toilets.
One more delightful feature of this new world.
Because cleaning them is the worst of all the chores, Nell puts the servers on a two-week rotation for outhouse duty.
In the mornings, I have all my regular chores—helping prep food or clean the main room—so it’s late morning before I can even start on the outhouses.
Today they are particularly disgusting. Customers are always using them, and some of the guys are clearly suffering from unresolved issues with their digestion. So I tie a scarf around the lower part of my face in an attempt to mask the smell and get busy.
Even with only one break to eat lunch, it’s late in the afternoon before I’m done.
I feel sick to my stomach, and I’m exhausted. Plus, it starts to rain as I finish the last one and gather up my stuff.
I’m walking back, holding a mop and a big bucket of cleaning supplies, when someone comes up behind me. Without a word, he takes the bucket from my hand before I can even register here’s there.
I jump in surprise but realize it’s Cade before I react any further. Giving him a sheepish smile, I say, “Thanks. If you got here a couple of hours earlier, you could have helped me clean.”
He makes a huff of sound. I’m not sure if it’s amusement or just general acknowledgment that I spoke to him.
“Looks like more rain,” I say, glancing up at the dark gray of the sky. “Is it ever going to stop?”
“I dunno.”
The mumbled response is the first thing he’s ever spoken to me.
Ridiculously pleased with this triumph, I smile up at him. “I’m glad to see you back. You left early last night. Sorry if I made things weird.”
He stops walking, so I turn to face him. His eyes are sober as he gazes down at me. “No.”
It’s not entirely clear what he means by no, but I assume he’s saying I didn’t make it weird.
“Okay.” My heart flutters strangely, and I couldn’t explain why. It just feels like something is about to happen.
“I brought extra,” he says. “For tonight.”
My eyes go wide. Extra. He must mean…
“If you still wanna,” he adds.
“Oh. Yes. That’s good. That works. That’s good.”
Well, fuck. I’m not sure how one should reply eloquently in such a situation, but this isn’t it.
“I’ve got to clean up before shift starts, and it looks like folks are already lining up. But I’ll see you in there.”
He nods. “See you.”
He doesn’t move, so I gently take the bucket from his hand and carry it and my mop inside.
I’m spooning out the first round of stews in the kitchen later when Nell comes in. She has a round body and brassy red hair she continues to color with scavenged dye.
“Hey, Jill. Good work talking Cade into a fuck.”
“So he paid?” I ask, glancing back at her.
“Yep. Already good to go. Make sure to give him a good time. He’s not one of the militia cheapskates, so it’d be good to turn him into a regular.”
“I’ll do my best.”
When Nell moves to the back of the kitchen, Danny leans over to ask in a hushed tone, “So he’s going for it?”
“I guess so. Nell said he paid her for the fuck.”
Danny is younger than me. Around twenty, I’d guess. He’s been working here as a server for six months, and he’s quite popular with both male and female customers.
“Why do you like that big woodsman so much?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I might be totally wrong about him, and I know he’s not all that handsome or charming. But he seems… nice. He’s a good tipper, so there’s that, but it seems like there’s more going on under the surface.”
“Maybe you just like them big and hairy and gruff.” Danny is busy plating up meals, but he slants me a teasing smile.
“Maybe so.” I shrug and pick up the tray full of bowls of stew. “Or maybe I’m in for a big disappointment tonight.”
Customers have started clearing out at closing time when I’m wiping down the last of my tables.
Cade is still in his normal spot, leaning back in his chair, his eyes following me as I work.
“I’m almost ready,” I tell him, waving away an annoying guy who has asked me three times if I’d change my mind and go upstairs with him tonight.
I head to the back to put up my cleaning rag and apron and grab a condom from Nell’s stash. Then I return to the main room to stand by the stairs, gesturing toward Cade.
He hefts his big body to his feet and follows me up the stairs.
“I have the smallest room,” I say, mostly to fill the silence as I let him into my bedroom.
He gives the small space a close inspection. “Got a window.”
“I know. That’s the best thing about it.” I clear my throat, shifting from foot to foot. “So how would you like to do this? What do you prefer?”
He stares at me.
Shit. While it’s nice to have a man who isn’t jabbering the whole time, it’s also inconvenient to draw out every single word. “We can do missionary. Or doggie style. Or I can be on top if you want. I don’t do butt stuff or anything too kinky.”
“What do you prefer?”
No one has ever asked me that before. “Well, it depends.” If I don’t like a guy, I try to gently push him toward doggie style so I don’t have his face right in mine. But Cade isn’t unpleasant to look at, and he doesn’t stink. “Let me get these boots off, and then we can figure it out.”
There’s a wide windowsill that’s positioned at a level for me to prop my ass on, so I lean against that as I unzip one boot and then the other.
Cade’s eyes lower to my legs. He must like the look of them. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls off his shoes and socks.
I feel oddly self-conscious, almost shy, as I reach around to unzip my dress and then let it slide down my body to the floor. Since I don’t have a lot up top, I don’t bother with a bra anymore. So all I’m wearing now are my panties.
Cade’s breath hitches. His eyes move up and down my body urgently. He’s still looking when he unbuttons his jeans and lifts his hips to pull them down his legs.
Something about him sitting there like that gives me an idea. I step over, move his jeans and shoes out of the way, and then lower myself to my knees on the worn area rug next to the bed. I hook my fingers at the waistband of his boxers. “We can start with something special if you want.”
He takes another raspy breath as I pull his cock out of his underwear. It’s a good size, and he’s already fully aroused. He’s been circumcised. He looks healthy down there. I angle my gaze up to his face. “Do you want me to suck you off?”
“Is… is it included?” His voice is slightly hoarse.
It’s kind of sweet. That he’s hesitating. Even though he’s really turned on. “It is if I want it to be.”
“You don’t gotta—” He cuts off the words abruptly when I slide his cock into my mouth.
His skin is salty, and his shaft is thick. It’s not unpleasant, and I really like the way his whole body tenses up at my first suck.
I take more of him into my mouth, move my tongue out of the way, and start to apply hard, rhythmic suction with my mouth.
He grunts and then grunts again. One of his hands moves to the back of my head, and two sucks later, the other does as well. He fills my mouth, and I like the way he’s responding. As if I’m really pleasing him.
“Fuck,” he gasps, applying light pressure to the back of my head, like he wants a faster rhythm.
I speed up the bobbing of my head in response, a deep pulsing in my throat and my chest and my pussy.
“That’s good.” He’s pumping his hips slightly. “That’s real good. Just like that.”
I really like that he’s finally talking. It helps me know what he wants from me. I soften my throat muscles to take him a little deeper and raise myself higher on my knees.
He makes a stretched sound of pleasure, his whole body shuddering with release. I expect him to ejaculate, but he doesn’t.
Gasping, he falls backward onto the bed. “Fuck, that mouth sure knows what it’s doing.”
Maybe it’s a crude compliment, but I appreciate it anyway. I slide my lips up the length of his cock, giving it one more little suck before I withdraw. “That’s a nifty trick,” I say, stroking his still-hard cock. “Can you always control your ejaculation?”
He shakes his head. “Sometimes I get lucky. But I didn’t wanna blow it too soon. Is it okay if we fuck now?”
“Of course.”
I shimmy out of my panties and then stretch out on the bed as he rolls on the condom. He moves over me, pulling my legs apart and then positioning his cock at my entrance. He’s holding his upper body up on one straightened arm. “This okay?”
“Yeah.” I bend my knees and plant my feet on the mattress. “It’s good with me.”
He’s careful as he pushes into my pussy. He goes a little way, pulls out, and then comes in at a slightly different angle. He doesn’t actually have to be gentle. I’m used to fucking men when I’m not turned on. But I appreciate the gesture nonetheless.
When he’s all the way in, he stares down at me in the light from my battery-operated lantern. He’s breathing heavily. His face is flushed. His beard is slightly askew. “You feel real good,” he says at last.
A small ripple of pleasure runs through me. “Thanks. You feel pretty good yourself. I’m ready anytime.”
His mouth makes a strange twist, but he doesn’t respond with words. He starts to move his hips in a rhythmic motion, slow at first and then faster.
I’m actually wetter than normal because I enjoyed giving him the blow job. So I’m entirely comfortable as he fucks me. I don’t even close my eyes. I keep them open so I can see the shifting expressions on his face.
Admiration. Lust. Pleasure. Urgency. Hunger. His eyes move from my face to my bare breasts and even lower to my belly. He really likes my body, and that makes me feel surprisingly good.
Maybe I want him to see me like this. I want him to enjoy my nakedness. I want him to take me this way.
Not my typical reaction to a paid fuck.
He extends the fucking for longer than I expect. Maybe he’s thinking I’ll come, but that’s not going to happen. Eventually he speeds up his rutting, and then he falls out of rhythm entirely.
He lets out another one of those stretched sounds as he comes. His body jerks as he ejaculates into the condom.
Then he holds the position for a minute. I’m breathing almost as fast as he is. Until he finally pulls out his cock and carefully ties off the condom, tossing it into the pail.
I smile up at him.
He doesn’t smile back, but there’s a gentler look in his eyes as he stretches over me again. His eyes move to the scattering of hair on my groin. Then, using his fingers, he spreads me open and finds my clit.
I gasp in surprise at the jolt of pleasure. Then make a humming sound as he applies circular pressure.
Before I know to expect it, my body tightens and then releases in an orgasm. The pleasure of it spreads out from my clit, relaxing all my muscles.
I’m still smiling when he pulls back his hand. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Wanted to.” He sits up, dropping his feet to the floor. “Thanks. For tonight. I— It was real good.”
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it too. Anytime you want to do it again, you’ll be my first choice.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
He nods and mumbles, “Thanks. Then I’ll come back.”