Sally's Story
Ruth first appears in
Compulsion
Chapter 1
Ruth took her vacation early so she could go to a Ted Talk. As you know, Ted talks focus on overcoming obstacles in life and featured people who stuttered badly and are members of Congress, athletes with one leg who were running marathons, and guys with tiny dicks who were not transsexuals, but male sex workers. How could this be? Believe it or not, in a Ted Talk you learned about your hidden power, and that you too -- normally a worthless sack of shit -- could be a paradigm for success. Yes, Dirty Harry was her idol, and she hoped someday she'd meet someone carrying a .57 magnum who would shoot anyone in the balls who would dare minimize women!
Ruth was a highly intelligent woman, a graduate of Stanford University, and made her living as a therapist. That was her full time job. She worked part time as a sex worker, earning more in one night than she made in a month as a therapist. She talked rarely during a typical session, choosing to listen. The reason was obvious: when you talk you learn nothing, but in listening you get informed, titillated, and aroused!
She never considered herself as anyone special. She didn't have a boyfriend and barely had enough confidence to go to a bar, and let a salesman buy her a drink. She knew the men were married, and usually they told their wives they did not understand them. As one of her black friends told her , "I know my husband only too well. I wouldn't give him enough powder to blow himself to hell and back." And then Brianna didn't know whether to cry or put her fist through the wall.
It was during the Ted talk, on becoming a better speaker, that Ruth met Sally. Dressed conservatively in a business suit, Sally was your typical housewife. She was 43, wore a size 12, and had a big ass. Sally never had a big ass, but being married and snacking all day long, mostly in frustration, her backside expanded and attracted attention. Because it was big. Maybe prominent would be a better word. It was fleshy, curvy, and delicious. It made you want to sink your teeth into it. Moreover, her ass was what captured Ruth's attention. Ruth loved woman with a nice ass. Sally was a redhead, at least this month, and wore lipstick to match her hair.
Sally was staying at the Knickerbocker Hotel, located in Times Square. She was in the lobby, leafing through brochures on New York City, like what to see, what's playing on Broadway, where to get tickets, and harbor cruises. That sort of thing. From the way Sally flipped through the brochures, it was obvious she had no idea how she wanted to spend her afternoon. When Ruth appeared, by her side, choosing a brochure on the MTA, for subway schedules and how to get to the Bronx zoo, Sally looked at Ruth and gave her a big smile.
"I like the Metropolitan Museum of Art," Ruth ventured. "I go there every time I come to New York!"
"Really? I've never been there. This is my first time in New York ..."
"Oh? Then you'll love New York! We used to come to the city and see a show every weekend, before prices went through the roof. That's when I lived in Boston. Then we'd go to Coney Island and get up on that Roller Coaster ..." and then Ruth realized she was rambling.
"Go on," Sally said. "I love listening to you talk! You have a lovely voice ..."
"Thank you, but I tend to get all wound up --"
"Where are you from? You don't have a Boston accent!"
"I am originally from the Bay Area, San Francisco. My boyfriend was from East Boston. He's doing prison time at the moment ..."
"I'm sorry," Sally said. "For drugs? So many people are doing time for drugs ..."
"Not drug related. He's a smart ass. He thought he could rob banks. He was lousy at robbing banks. He'd do time, then rob another bank, then do time, then rob another bank. Really dumb."
"Did he have a job?"
"Yes, he was an investor, as he called himself. He lost a lot of money in the market ..."
The ladies weren't smiling anymore. Ruth didn't want pity and she hated talking about Frank. He was a stupid fuck. She wanted to know more about Sally. She needed to ask Sally about her birthday.
Ruth saved a lot of time by doing a mental horoscope on the gals, because if she wasn't compatible with a woman, why waste your time? Ruth was a Libra, the balance, and she wanted everything in her life to be nice and even. She never got drunk because she knew what her limit was. Only assholes got drunk, she thought, because they didn't know when to stop drinking, or the guy had no strength of character, an earth worm, or weakling, a blob. They were all the same.
"What's your sign, Sally?"
She laughed. "I'm a Leo. My ruling planet is the sun. I like to be the center of attention!"
"Well, that's fine. You can shine all you want! I'm more laid back ..."
"Then you're a fish? Pisces?"
"No, my dear, I'm a Libra. We're compatible. Air and fire are good. I had a Leo girlfriend and all she wanted to do was lick my pussy. I must have climaxed fifty times every time she came over!"
Sally laughed so hard there were tears running down her cheeks.
After Sally stopped laughing, Ruth leaned in, and asked her, "So where are you from?"
"Somewhere down south, a small town, you've never heard of it."
"How small?"
"It doesn't even have a post office. Real small ..."
"That's small! I thought every town had a post office!"
"Well, it used to. The government recently cut funding, and now it's a saloon."
"A saloon?"
"Yes, lots of people drink in my town. Not many can read. Typical redneck town ..."
Ruth really liked Sally because Sally made her laugh, and Ruth wanted to find out more about her. Sally had curves and Ruth liked plus-sized women.
"Are you married?" Ruth asked.
"Yes, the last time I checked. My husband has a tendency to disappear for days at a time. He drinks, you see ..."
Sally was an English major at school and wanted to become a writer. She wanted to write the great American novel, her and a thousand others. She grew up in Miami and learned to speak Spanish. She loved the beaches in Miami, and the Everglades, but she needed to go somewhere where she could hang out with real people. Like the common man. All she met in Miami were drug dealers and retirees from the north.
She did the research, checking out towns in the deep south, like towns that Erskine Caldwell wrote about. She was fascinated by West Virginia. Rents were dirt cheap and she could write trashy novels and earn enough to keep going. She married Albert , an industrial engineer, a guy who did time and motion studies for a small manufacturing plant. When he published his findings to management, that people were goofing off, he received death threats and was forced to leave town. He got a job at the saloon tending bar.
His libido was almost gone and he sought comfort in hookers. Even they couldn't do much for him, plus they were expensive. He thought about working as a butler, but he didn't have a British accent, and there were no openings for butlers in the boondocks. As a last resort he applied to Walmart, about 5 miles from home. Even Walmart rejected him. He went into a deep depression and refused to talk to anyone.
Sally was almost in tears as she elaborated on her unhappy marriage with Albert.
"Yes, I know the type," Ruth said. "I know lots of women in your shoes. They get romanced by a big dick, get married, and then find out the guy's a loser."
She was interested in Sally's story, about her marriage, and hoped to get to know her better. "Children?" Ruth asked.
"Yes, Albert has a daughter from a previous marriage. His daughter left home after Albert tried to fuck her. And I have a son."
"And your son?"
"He's still home. He tries to fuck me every chance he gets, but so far he hasn't succeeded."
"Because you won't let him?"
"Not exactly. I would let him, but he's clueless. He's a virgin. He's dumb about women. You know, a woman likes a guy who knows what he's doing ..."
Ruth had to agree, nodding as if she had a lot of experience. Ruth had dated a good looking guy for a few months and dumped him when she found out he was gay.
"So your love life isn't --"
"I prefer women," Sally interrupted. "Not just any woman. I like intelligent women, a woman who's sweet. I don't care for butch types!" Sally gave Ruth a special smile, fluttering her lashes.
