This is a complete work of fiction. The people and events live only in my brain and, now, on this page. The following story is quite graphic and not for the faint of heart. If you're easily offended by violence, grossed out over blood, prudish about sex, or lacking in imagination, do yourself a favor and read no further. You have been warned!
Penny's Story:
Penny is invisible. Not in the literal sense but no one notices her. Penny is ordinary. She is a librarian and looks it. Short and dumpy, with hair that usually needs a good brushing, there is nothing remarkable about her appearance. Her face could be pretty if she did something with it but she never bothers.
The other librarians take advantage of the fact that Penny doesn't have a social life. When they need time off for a special date or a weekend away with their boyfriends, they always ask Penny. She always covers for them. She is under the mistaken impression that, if she does nice things for them, they will like her. This isn't the case; they just like to take advantage of her. They laugh behind Penny's back and, secretly, each one is relieved that she is not Penny.
She lives with her mother in a modest house in a respectable, if somewhat run-down, neighborhood. She mows the grass when it needs it and takes out the garbage. She cleans the bathroom every Saturday morning and fixes her mother's dinner every night. Penny's mother relies on her for everything. With hands disfigured from arthritis, she finds even the simplest tasks agonizing and impossible.
Penny has a good, if uninteresting life and most of the time she is content but, every so often, she feels a yearning. If anyone ever bothered to ask Penny what she wanted, she would be at a loss. What she actually yearns for, though, is what everyone wants: love.
Every Tuesday morning, the UPS man makes deliveries to the library. His name is Pete and he's a handsome fellow. All of the other librarians, the pretty ones, fawn all over Pete when he stops by. Penny always hangs on the edge of the group. She wants to join in, she wants Pete to notice her and flirt with her, but he never does so Penny just stands at the back of the group and memorizes everything Pete says about himself.
One Tuesday morning, not long ago, Pete came to the library when Penny was alone. He stacked the boxes neatly by the check-out counter and, after Penny signed for them, he winked and said, "Have a great day, miss!" A wink? Great? Miss? Penny was thrilled. Right at that moment, she knew what it was that she wanted. She wanted Pete. Her mind filled with fantasies about the two of them. As he drove off in his brown truck, she noticed its right tail light was smashed but she continued intently writing out variations of "Mrs. Pete Buckner" on a notepad.
That afternoon, Pete sat at the bar at the Rack'em Up, nursing a whiskey neat. He was pissed. His wife kept calling, nagging him about when he'd be home. "The baby needs diapers," she whined. "We're out of milk for the boys." The nagging was relentless. How Pete longed for the days when his wife was fun, back before they had three screaming brats. Also, the boss was riding his ass again about lost packages off his truck. So he swipes a box here and there. He always makes sure they're insured, for chrissakes, so what's the big deal?
Between work and family, Pete just couldn't get a break. "Is it any wonder I drink? What am I supposed to do when she won't shut her trap? My hands just itch to hit her again. If she'd just shut up and keep the damned kids out of my way, maybe I'd go home earlier" he muttered to himself. His mood darkened further as he remembered the ugly scene the month before which resulted in a night spent in jail. He ignored the ringing of his cell phone for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Damn her! He swore to himself.
Pete was suddenly aware of someone sitting beside him. It was Penny. "Hi," she said shyly. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here. I was on my way home and saw your truck parked out front, so I thought I'd stop in." She looked around her, taking in the whole of the bar, and stifled a shudder. "Nice place."
Pete snorted. The Rack'em Up was anything but a nice place. The seats in the booths were stained and torn, the pool table wasn't level, the glasses were never clean, and the toilets seemed always on the verge of being clogged. "Yeah, nice place. Just like home," he said. Looking her over and seeing a few possibilities, he said, "Can I get you a drink?"
Penny never drank. In fact, the only alcohol she'd ever had was Communion wine and she doubted that it counted. She wanted Pete to think she was a worldy woman, so she said, "I'll have what you're having."
Sensing her innocence and wanting to take full advantage of it, Pete had an idea. He said to the barkeep, "Set me and my friend, Patty, up with a shot of tequila and some beers."
"Erm … it's Penny," she said. He showed her how to lick her wrist and shake salt on it. Then he showed her how to hold the lemon, so it would be ready to bite after licking the salt and downing the shot. He chuckled to himself as her face turned bright red from the tequila.
"Your name is Penny? Well, I'll bet you don't know my name," he challenged.
"Oh, but I do!" Penny searched her memory for what she knew. "Your name is Pete. You're 43 years old, you have a black lab named Smokey, you're allergic to shellfish, and I think you're just about the handsomest man on the planet!" Pete had tensed when Penny started spewing out facts about him but relaxed when he realized she didn't know about his family. Fucking wife and kids! He fumed.
He thought to himself, "Holy shit on a Ritz! This is gonna be so much easier than I thought! It's almost not fair, the stupid bitch. Not like the last one …" His cock twitched at the memory.
The two spent several more hours drinking, flirting, and shooting pool together. If nothing else, Pete was a pretty good pool player and liked educating less skilled players. It made him feel superior. By 11:00, both of them were drunk and Penny was totally in love with Pete. With her disheveled hair and the flush of love on her cheeks (it could also have been lust but, more likely, it was the alcohol), Penny almost looked pretty and Pete told her so.
"Penny, you're the prettiest girl in here!" He failed to mention she was the only girl there and Penny didn't seem to notice. "Come outside with me."
Right at that moment, Penny had never been happier and she would have done anything Pete asked. She followed him out the back door and into the alley. Several overflowing garbage cans lined the wall and trash littered the ground. Penny heard small furry things scurrying in the shadows but all she saw was Pete.
He touched her cheek gently and pulled her to him. She resisted and said, "I had fun tonight, Pete. Maybe we could do this again sometime."
He chuckled and held her tighter. "The night's not over yet, darlin'. We're just starting to have fun." He became serious and really laid on the charm. "Do you feel the same way I feel, darlin'? Because I feel like I just found my purpose in life." He kissed her, gently at first but with growing intensity.
Penny had never been kissed before but followed Pete's lead. She thought she must be doing ok because he didn't stop. In fact, his kisses were becoming more passionate and more forceful. Penny tried to push him away but he refused to let her go. "Just do what you feel, darlin'," he said. "Don't you want me?" Then more tenderly, "Don't you love me? Because, darlin', I sure love you." Penny didn't know what to do. Things were moving so fast. But he loves me! She decided to put her trust in him.
She relaxed into his arms and he knew she was his for the taking. He yanked her head back by her hair and kissed her ferociously. He bit her neck and tore at her blouse. Penny was scared but didn't resist. He pushed her back against a trash can and hiked up her skirt. Penny found her voice as he was fumbling with his pants. "Pete, I think I should go home now," she said timidly.
Fueled by alcohol and desire, Pete growled, "Shut up, bitch. You're not leaving until I'm done with you."
Penny felt like she'd been doused with cold water. She was instantly sober and more scared than she'd ever been. She tried to fight him off but he was so much stronger than she was. He forced her knees apart with his. His cock wasn't quite hard enough to put inside her, so he smacked her face and kissed her hard. When he was ready, he slammed into her. Penny, who had never been with a man before, screamed in pain and terror, which further inflamed his desire.
"Shut your mouth," he commanded. "You want people to see you like this, you little slut?"
Penny's mind filled with rage as he ravaged her. Soon enough, he was finished and he pulled out, his flabby cock already going limp. Panting and leaning on her, he said, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Hurt and humiliated, Penny clawed at his face with her nails. He didn't expect her attack but easily knocked her away. She fell to the ground, sobbing.
"You broads are all alike. It's all, 'buy me a drink, notice me, love me' but when it's time to pay up, none of you want to. You're no better than the others. In fact, the others were better than you. Prettier, too." Pete's lip curled in disgust.
Something snapped in Penny and, as she was scrabbling on the ground, trying to get up, her hand closed on something hard and sharp. Penny rose and, with an inhuman howl, slashed at Pete. He yelped in pain as the blade of her makeshift knife cut into his forearm. Blood sprayed everywhere. "You fucking cunt!" he roared.
Holding his arm with his good hand, he kicked her in the leg, hard. She fell into him and swung the blade across his stomach, leaving a gash about a foot long. He was really bleeding now and fell to his knees. "Christ, woman! Call an ambulance, will ya?" he begged weakly. "Can't you see I'm bleeding to death?"
Penny watched him as the blood flowed from his cuts and his eyes glazed over. She watched as Pete's breathing grew more and more shallow. She watched him until he finally stopped begging for help. As he drew one last shuddering breath, Penny licked at the blood on her hand. She closed her eyes and licked her hands clean. As a powerful orgasm rocked her body, she moaned and bit her own arm. She realized what it was she'd been yearning for.
She pieced her clothing back together as best she could and left the alley. As she walked back to her car, she was already thinking about where she'd go the next night and who she might meet …