"Who's that old bird over there that keeps staring at me?"
"They call her the Queen Bee mate. She's not that old, she's only about 50, if that?"
"Well, I'm only 19 Soreback. 50 seems old to me."
"They tell me she's a bit of a go-er. She looks like she's got her eye on you!"
"Don't be stupid Soreback. She's old enough to be mi mother."
"Maybe so Yorky but she's taking more than a bit of interest in ya."
As the afternoon wore on, I forgot all about the Queen Bee 'cause I'd had one too many beers for my liking. I said to Soreback,
"I'm off upstairs for a lay down. Give us a shout at Seven, will ya mate?"
"Alright Yorky. Lend me another 50 will ya mate?"
"Jesus, Soreback, you and money part company pretty quick."
"Yeah mate, I know. Don't worry about me not paying ya back Yorky. I always pay up mi debts."
"Alright Soreback, here's another 50. That make 200 bucks now, alright?"
"Good on a mate. You're a real good cobber."
Once Soreback had the 50, he bought himself another beer and then looked around the bar for another school to join in.
As I walked up the stairs to mi room, I was walking along the passage when the Queen Bee came walking around the corner from the opposite end.
"G'day, ya staying in one of the rooms for the weekend?", she said.
"Yeah, Number 17s' mine."
I'd had a few beers that afternoon so I was not my usual shy self.
"Why don't we have a beer together?"
"I just came up for a rest. I've had a couple of beers too many already."
"Well one more won't make much difference. I'll go back downstairs and bring up a bottle. Leave the door open for me for when I get back."
She took off down the corridor and disappeared around the corner. I shot in mi room and locked the door. 'Maybe she was only joking', I thought, as I lay on the bed, mi heart pounding away. I was remembering what Soreback had said about her being a bit of a go-er.
Some one turned the handle of the door. When it wouldn't open, I heard of couple of light taps. Although my heart was now pounding away with fear, I saw myself get off the bed and walk over to the door. Mi hand reached up and turned the lock. When mi other hand turned the knob and pulled open the door, the Queen Bee quickly stepped inside.
"Lock the door in case anyone comes. I'm not supposed to be up here."
She put the bottle on the table next to the bed and then said,
"Aren't ya gonna offer me a drink?"
"Oh yeah.", I said, as I popped off the top with the corner of mi round tobacco tin. I poured out a couple of glasses. She said,
"Cheers mate!
It only took her about 2 swallows and the middy glass of beer was gone. She asked me mi name and where I'd been shearing. As soon as I put the glass down, she stood up and pulled down her knickers and then stepped out of them, all the time not taking her eyes off me. She lay down on the bed and pulled me over on top of her.
"Come on, let's go! Give me a real good, hard fucking!"
The fear I had been experiencing now turned to incredible excitement as she stuck her tongue half-way down my throat. When I responded, she started to move around on the bed. At the same time, she pulled mi t-shirt out of mi jeans. I'd only ever been with a couple of young girls before. This was a brand new experience for me.
The Queen Bee started to moan a bit as she dug her fingernails into my back. Although it hurt somewhat, I did not find myself complaining. She started to tear at mi belt trying to undo it. To make matters easier, I gave her a hand.
I heard a strange growling sound as I pushed myself into her body. The fear started to come back as she growled and tore at mi skin. Her hips pounded away at mine as her arms and legs wrapped around me in a vice-like grip. The growling grew even louder as she bit my shoulder muscle really hard!
I used to think I had what it took to be a bit of a stud until the Queen Bee got her teeth into me. All I could think of now, was how I was going to get away from this thrashing, biting and scratching tiger. The growling got loud at one point that I opened my eyes to check and see what it was that I'd let into my room. When I saw it was an old woman, all sorts of feelings started to flash through mi mind.
Just then, I heard a voice in mi head say, 'What's it like fucking a pensioner?'
Another voice said, 'Jesus mate, she's old enough to be your mother!'
A voice I recognized as mi mothers' said, 'Don't forget son, treat every woman you meet with respect like you would your own mother!'
Then another voice, which I didn't recognize said, 'Don't listen to those wimpy voices. Give the horny, old bitch the best fucking she's ever had in her life!'
By this time, what with the voices and her animal-like growling, I was totally confused. The energy had built up to such a point now that I could no longer control it. The next thing I felt was a huge explosion from between mi legs. This uncontrollable orgasm sent the Queen Bee into an orgasmic fit of her own.The growling now turned into a scream as she squeezed her thighs together and thrust her crotch into mine.
I now became aware of the pain in my back as her fingernails dug into mi skin and clawed their way downwards. After it was all over, I pulled her arms from around me. It was like trying to get away from an octopus with nails.
When I eventually got free, I said, "You better go before someone finds you up here."
"Yeah, perhaps you're right."
As I watched her get dressed, I was feeling all sorts of emotions again, not to mention the burning sensation in mi back. Once she was dressed, she re-adjusted her skirt and said, "See ya around honey."
"Yeah, see ya later.", I said as I quietly locked the door behind her, in case she changed her mind.
As I sat on the side of the bed where she had just lain, I could smell her odor all over the place. I sprinkled some of mi Old Spice After Shave on the top cover, to get rid of it. I pulled off mi good white t-shirt and discovered it was blood-stained. I walked over to the long mirror and turned mi back to it, twisting mi neck so I could see.
It was not a pretty sight. There were long, red fingernail marks all the way down mi back. They started at the center of mi back and curved down towards mi ribs. There were still drops of blood trickling down the tracks.
A new feeling started to creep in, as I stood there. I felt incredibly dirty. I grabbed the towel which was hanging over the end of the bed and made mi way along the corridor to the shower, hoping not to bump into any of the other shearers that were staying there.
Once the hot water was adjusted right, I stood under the shower for ages trying to wash away the voices. The water stung mi back as it washed over the open skin. After a while I couldn't feel it. 'It must have gone numb.', I thought.
The next time I saw the Queen Bee in the Argent Hotel, she looked past me like she didn't even know me. I lit up a smoke, picked up mi beer and carried on with mi life like it had never really happened.
The next shed I shore at, one of the shearers asked me if I'd got drunk and fallen into a barb-wire fence, when he saw mi shoulders.
"No mate, I had a dream I was fighting a huge tiger and when I woke up the scratches were there!"
"Right mate! Pull this one, it's got fucking bells on it.
