TC Stark: Hello! I'm so happy people like this story ^^ I know I made a Howard a super asshole, but I feel that for the time being it goes with the story. He might just surprise you in the next few chapters! I do want to say I hope I don't offend anyone by saying "blacks" or "queers", I'm just writing how people would speak back then and how people would be perceived. Also, warning, this chapter contains some pretty graphic scenery, so small children do not read haha Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own Frankie and my ideas.
Chapter Four
It had been a while since Frankie's encounter with Howard. Forrest had dragged him out of the club and everyone had gone back to their partying ways. She hadn't seen any of the Bondurant brothers since then and it had been a good three weeks. Not that she really minded. Jack may have been her friend, but she recognized that look in his older brother's eyes. It frightened her honestly and she didn't want to risk her luck again.
For the time being she would keep her distance, until perhaps things blew over. It was a bold statement for her to make and in her experience, insulting a man's oral performance was never a good thing. The thought of a woman being able to please a woman better than a man, was a common fear other men had. Frankie knew that was part of the reason as to why men hated her so much, once they found out about her condition.
The night before was a long one. The club had been loud and wild. With the amount of moonshine the Bondurants had given them, the patrons had plenty. The music had been loud and people were dancing. She absolutely loved working there. No one judged her because of her color or presumed sexual orientation. All they wanted to do was have a good time and enjoy the night. It was the way she wished all communities could be.
It had been late in the afternoon, when Frankie had left her motel room. The crisp cool air instantly woke her up and helped the headache that pounded against her brain. Too much moonshine. Her parents would have been highly disappointed to know she had moved from bathtub gin to moonshine. It wasn't exactly a good upgrade.
As she strolled out of the motel, Frankie was hit with the all too common question; what to do now? Nights were fun, but the daytime was boring as hell. She wouldn't dare head over to the Blackwater Station. And she hadn't really made friends in town. It made leaving that motel room really unbearable. Sometimes, she felt it would perhaps be better to stay indoors.
But, Frankie's stomach growled and she knew she didn't want to stay indoors. So, she decided to stroll over to the local saloon. She had made a good amount of tips the night before and felt like overspending for some late breakfast/early lunch. There wouldn't be any alcohol, but there would be food and she had to compromise.
It was late afternoon and not many patrons were around. Frankie kept her hands in her pockets and her head down, as she headed towards the bar counter. Her Hazel eyes were glancing around, while propping up on a stool; as the waitress walked over, "Evening, miss."
Upon hearing a young voice greeting her, Frankie turned around. Instantly she was interested. The girl in front of her looked around her age. She looked like an angel that took her breath away. She had milky skin and a lovely shape. Her eyes were stunningly green and her lips were full and inviting. Frankie was mostly entranced by the long curly blonde hair that cascaded down past her sculpted shoulders.
Smiling, she cooed, "Hello."
Their eyes locked and she instantly knew. Though, these country folks would blush and turn away. Try and deny the spark developing between them. Howard Bondurant had sneered at Frankie for her lifestyle. She was sure no one would even think that there would be another like her in their quaint little town.
"What can I get you?" She shyly asked.
"Your name." Frankie grinned deviously.
The girl giggled, as she looked around and playfully cooed, "Ashley."
Smiling, she reached over to shake the blonde's hand, "I'm Frankie."
"You new in town, Frankie?"
"Few months, yea."
The girl named Ashley smiled and leaned over the counter, her chin in the palm of her hand. There was practically no one in the saloon and clearly she felt comfortable enough to flirt back, "Never seen you around here."
"I'll be sure to come around more often."
Ashley bit her lower lip. Her green eyes glanced around the saloon, before snapping at the gum in between her teeth, "My daddy owns this saloon. We live right upstairs."
Frankie recognized that look. It was the look most girls gave her, before they set off to do something. Girls around their time didn't really talk about what they did. That made it a reality. A sin. Something for society to sneer at them with. Rather they needed to take glances at each other and hope that the feeling was mutual.
Leaning forward, she playfully cooed, "And who's gonna watch after the saloon?"
"One of my brothers," Ashley gave a toothy grin, before shouting, "Hey, Charlie!"
"Yea, sis?" A lanky and dirty boy in the corner replied. Tobacco chewing in his mouth and cards in his hands.
What a beautiful little actress. Ashley told her brother she wasn't feeling well and needed to lay down. Her friend Frankie was going to help her to her bed. Charlie stared at his sister oddly, but eventually agreed. She was the only daughter, out of five children and each brother loved her dearly. They didn't even want her working, but she wanted to help their daddy.
Frankie didn't care either way. Once the two fell atop the single person bed, nothing else mattered. All the self-hatred she had disappeared, once her hands ran up the lovely blonde's skirt. Her skin was even softer than she originally thought. A shudder ran throughout Ashley's body, making her skin prick. Frankie loved girls in dresses.
As she crashed atop the blonde's body, their mouths smashed up against each other. Ashley instantly let out a small whimper and Frankie could tell this wasn't something she did often. If at all. It didn't surprise her, it was Franklin. There probably wasn't an abundance of gay people in a small town like Franklin.
Again, none of that matter once Frankie's tongue tickled against Ashley's lower lip and was granted entrance into her mouth. Her sweet mouth. Her lips tasted like juicy fruit. A result of the gum she had been previously chewing. Frankie moaned each time their tongues brushed up against each other, enjoying the taste.
Frankie's fingers crawled into her soft long hair, rubbing her cheek gently with her thumb. The affectionate gesture really turned Ashley on, who bumped her hips up into the other girl's. She could feel heat radiating from the blonde's sex and Frankie couldn't help, but reach and grab at her thighs. Wrapping her legs around her waist, needing to feel her moist void.
Frankie clawed away at Ashley's dress, fidgeting with all the buttons that held the material together. She was all too happy to accept the help the other girl provided for her. Breath hitched in the back of the New Yorker's throat, as she stared down at the local's naked chest. What a lovely and shapely pair of breasts she had.
Ashley moaned, as a nipple was taken in between Frankie's teeth. Her tongue flicked against the flesh, as her hand reached out and grabbed the other. Her breasts may have been a little larger than hand sized, but she didn't mind. The mounds were so soft and supple. It felt like forever since she had a nice pair of breasts in front of her. And she absolutely loved how sensitive the milky skinned girl was.
With a Chester grin, the short-haired girl made her way down. Her lips touched upon the skin of her stomach, trailing all the way down. Ashley's breath hitched and her hands gripped the sheets below her. No one had been that close to her sex before. Frankie was so close that she could feel the New Yorker's breath against her excited void.
Once Frankie's tongue flicked against Ashley's wet sex, the town girl shuddered. Her whole world was thrown into chaos and she could barely feel her head. It was like she was floating on cloud nine. Her body felt euphoric, as the tongue slid against her opened lips. She was so wet. So excited. Her hips jerked up and down, not being able to contain herself.
It was when Frankie's tongue flicked against her swollen nub that she let out a small shriek. Giggling, her teeth gently nipped at her and continued devouring the vagina in front of her. There was nothing like a screamer. It made the experience all the more exciting. She was going to enjoy her time with this one.
Well, that was then plan. Everything was thrown out the window, when the door flung open and two men jumped in. Their eyes instantly widened, as they shouted, "Ashley!"
Shocked at the sight of her brothers, Ashley jumped up and grabbed for her dress, "Jimmy! Stephen! W-What are you doing here?"
"We heard a noise, thought you was hurt," The one named Jimmy gawked, while his finger shakily pointed, "W-What you doing to our sister?"
"Get out of here, you queer!" The one named Stephen shouted angrily.
Frankie's eyes widened, as she wiped off her mouth and quickly stood up, "I'm so sorry." She murmured, while heading out.
"And stay out!" Jimmy shouted.
It had been a long night at the club. Frankie couldn't get the image of Ashley's angry brothers out of her head. They had been so mad and shocked to see their sister in that position. Naked, moaning. With her mouth in between her milky legs. Jesus, they probably thought she was taking advantage of their sister. It wasn't a good position to be in.
And most importantly, it left Frankie open to attack. She recognized that look in the brothers' eyes and as hard as she tried, she couldn't shake the fear out of her. Despite the loud music and smiling people, she couldn't enjoy the night. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen to her. That she would see that look in those brothers' eyes again.
Perhaps she was just paranoid. Frankie ran her fingers through her hair, as she returned to her room that night. She didn't feel right and she hadn't even drank any that night. All she wanted to do was go to sleep. Her boss had seen that she didn't feel well and sent her home early. Even though she would miss out on some tips, she needed to go home. She couldn't concentrate properly.
Frankie laid down in her bed and closed her eyes. She thought about what had happened earlier in the day. It really was too bad that Ashley's brothers had interrupted them when they had. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of another human being. So long since she was intimate with someone else. It felt nice and while she knew that was the last of Ashley that she would see, she was happy to have been in a position that made her feel good.
There was a knock on the door and Frankie's eyes shot open. It had to have been a little after ten. It was pitch black out and the season's first drops of snow had started to fall. Who could have visited her? Jack? He did know where she lived. No. It had been so long since the two had seen each other. She missed him.
The knocking continued. Frankie gulped. Perhaps if she laid still, the knocking would stop. Whoever was on the other side would go away and she would be okay. Breathing steadily, she thought that she wasn't even making a sound. No light was on in her room. How would they even know if she was in there or not?
More knocking. It was time to face the music. Frankie could feel her entire body go cold, as she pushed aside the blankets and stood up. Her feet barely felt the floor. With her heart fluttering fast, she walked over to the door and whispered, "H-Hello?"
"Frankie here?"
Foreign voices. Holding her chest, she rested her head against the door and tried to steady her voice, "Um, I'm very tired. Please come back tomorrow."
"Ya'll open the door or I'll open it for you."
Shit. Squeezing her eyes shut, she reached down and slowly turned the knob. The second the door clicked open, four men bombarded her room. She recognized three of the men. Charlie, Jimmy, and Stephen. And there was a fourth. Much larger than the other three and with a mean look on his face. She couldn't even bring herself to scream.
They had baseball bats. Her heart stopped. The largest one took a step forward and demanded, "This the girl?" He asked his brothers.
The one called Jimmy narrowed his eyes and nodded, "This the queer who took advantage of Ashley."
"She sick." Charlie sneered.
"N-No, you don't understand," Frankie stumbled over her words, "I didn't take advantage, she-"
"Shut it, bitch," The largest pointed his bat at her, "Our sister is an angel and would never let someone do what you did. You're sick and hurt our sister. I can't allow no queer to be roaming around my town."
The look in their eyes told her they were serious and no matter how far Frankie backed up, she couldn't escape their angry gazes. By now breathing had become a hard task for her to do and she held her hands up, "P-Please, I...I didn't mean any harm."
"You meant something. You just mad you got caught." Stephen sneered.
"And I ain't taking that!" Jimmy shouted, before swinging his bat.
Frankie couldn't count how many times she was hit. It all seemed blinding. It was amazing that no one heard the attack, then again she never screamed. She couldn't. The largest one, who she found out his name was Karl; wrapped a cloth around her mouth. She cried plenty. They mocked her for it. Said for someone who was trying to be a man, it wasn't very manly to cry. She wished to could tell them she liked being a woman.
After a while the feel of wooden bats against her skin became repetitive. Her body almost expected the stinging pain that shot through her body, each time the bat hit her. Enough to bruise her body, but not hard enough to break a bone. They didn't want her to go to the hospital. That would lead back to them. They just wanted her to suffer in her own little world.
Her skin was bruised and broken. She had almost gotten use to the feeling of soreness from her legs to her stomach. Her ribs. That was until Karl hit her. In the face. His large fist connected directly with her eyes and she instantly knew it was blacked. Her nose had to have been broken, since blood was gushing from it. And her lip was busted.
With a final punch to her cheek bone, Karl threw her atop the bed. Frankie cried against her cloth, as he loomed over her and grasped her neck, "Damn New Yorker. Coming to our city and corrupting our sisters. Should kill you. No one would miss you."
His fingers squeezed and her eye's went wide. Air was being cut off and the realization that he was going to kill her sank in. Her parents had always warned her that her condition would get her hurt. But, she hadn't ever thought it would get her killed. She couldn't breath at all and as her mind was starting to become fuzzy, she almost accepted that his angry eyes would be the last thing she ever saw.
"Come now, Karl," Charlie spoke out, "We did enough."
The angered bull whipped around to his youngest brother. Jimmy and Stephen seemed to have no problem watching him kill Frankie. But, upon looking into Charlie's eyes, he knew the young boy was right. Nodding, he tightened his grip, practically crushing her windpipe; before letting go. Frankie gasped against the cloth, hungrily taking in large breaths of air.
Karl reeled back and wiped sweat off his forehead, with his sleeve; while grunting, "You ever come near my sister again, I'll kill you."
"And you don't forget what the Hillcoats can do to you." Stephen leaned forward and sneered.
Frankie watched the brothers leave her room, just as quickly as they had come. No one had even seemed to notice. Her hands were not bound, so she reached up and painfully untied the cloth. Pulling it away from her face, she saw how bloodied it was. She didn't even want to touch her lips or look in the mirror. Not that she could even move. No, the only thing she did was curl up and weep.