Nothing comes close to that feeling of her cum covering my cock as she climaxes, screaming in a moan that drives me over the edge and lets me fill her up with my cum... WOW.... Back to the present.... I'm sitting here, so hard just thinking about that feeling which is really not helping my current situation.

I'm sitting on the couch across from who Natalie and I have agreed will be our new babysitter.... Elle. My cock is standing to attention watching my wife walk towards me in the dress I just bought her... The one that she can't wear a bra with because the back plunges too low... Good planning on my part, I must say. It's slightly cold in the room and I can see her little nipples poking their way through, which drives me wild. What I described just before was what happened when she put that dress on only 45 minutes, ago... I couldn't possibly help myself... I threw her down on the bed, pulled the shoulders of her dress off and sucked on those beautiful nipples before sinking deep inside her.... So wet.... Bah! I've done it again.... Back to the present....

So Elle.... Elle is a 16 year old, who could seriously only be described as stunning. I've always liked younger women but I really don't think that is swaying my judgement too badly! And I've never been so turned on by such a young girl! Normally I consider young to be earlier twenties, but Elle... Elle is something else...  She has a perfect figure, skinny, but not gaunt, a cheeky and sexy cute smile, the big green eyes that scream innocence but all the while drive you crazy, the hair even in those pig tails, legs that go aaalllll the way up to a pretty little flower skirt that she's wearing, and a tiny little white top. I swear I can make out her nipples but am feeling guilty even thinking about it. Stunning. I've known her for about a year now and we've always got on quite well. She's a neighbourhood kid who always seems very keen to meet me at my front gate and tell me about her day and the problems that go with being in Year 10. I've noticed her looking more and more amazing in the past few months, as she has filled out her bra (if she was wearing one!) and really started to notice her own sexuality. Wearing more revealing outfits, which I'm sure drive all her school friends wild. But here she is sitting across from me and as I'm thinking all this I notice my eyes have focussed on her crotch where I swear I can make out the very centre little triangle of her white cotton panties. I swear I can see them, just a tiny little bit! The thought of the treasures hidden  All of a sudden I feel my wife sit down next  to me, jolting back to reality. I shoot my eyes back to Elle's and notice that she's staring straight at me. Did she see me!? Was she watching me stare at her crotch!? She flashes me that smile and flutters her eyelids just a little before answering my wife, resciting back to her the rules of what has to happen tonight while we are out. We continue the conversation, and I really try not to notice that Elle's nipples have grown harder and I can definintely now make both of them clearly out. Trying to ignore this, I hide my now very hard cock in my pants by re-arranging its position and stand up. I thank Elle again and quickly make my way out of the living room so that I can finish getting ready.

Eventually Natalie and I are both ready and we head off to the party... Quite a non-eventful one, but Nat has had a few too many drinks and is all over me. At about midnight we decide that it's time to turn in and make our way around the group to give the goodbyes. Helping Nat in to the car I climb in to the passenger seat  and start the car. Immediately, Nat is at my pants, grabbing around for my fly. In the back of my mind I still have both my gorgeous wife, naked on our bed, and Elle the babysitter and those nipples and panties..... So I help her with my fly and pull my 7" cock out. In a flash, she has the whole thing in her mouth... Sliding up and down before I can even start the car. I'm in heaven! I pull out of their driveway and am driving the 20 minutes home with my sexy wife going to town on my cock. She's got her tongue perfectly positioned, playing with every inch, and especailly lathering up the head and giving it exactly what it needs.... I look down to see her looking up with her beautiful blue eyes, bobbing her head up and down. I can't resist... I reach over to her dress and pull it out from under her, reaching behind her tight small ass and slipping her panties aside. She helps me out by sitting back up straight and taking them entirely off..... And immediately drops back to her position all over my cock, with a new passion. I reach behind and under her ass again and easily slip my fingers inside her incredibly wet pussy.... GOd I love fingering and eating pussy... Sometimes I feel I like it even more than slipping my cock inside, but I'm still deciding on that.... Slowly and then faster slipping my fingers in and out of Nat, she's starting to really grind against my hand.. I decide to pull out of her and reach a little bit further around to her clit and go to town. She's now moaning with my cock still buried inside her mouth, which starts to really build me up.... She's pushing against my hand, all the while keeping enough co-ordination to bob in perfect time up and down on my cock... The feeling is amazng.... Finally as I feel the cum rising in my balls.... I slip my fingers deep back insider her and tickle her in the way that I know she loves.... She tenses up, and at the exact same time as me releases cum alll over my hand.... I'm blowing everything I've got into her mouth and she's moanng as she swallows every drop, spilling a bit but then licking it up still moaning and exclaiming how much she loves the taste. I'm still going hard in and out of her pussy as she cums again, and this time even more... I bring my hand to my mouth so I can smell her pussy.... Licking my fingers before she sits back up sraight and straightens herself up. We're home, and oh my god I'm still so horny... I don't think my cock has even softened a little and my wife has noticed as we are walking to the front door... She pushes me up against the wall outside our house and sinks her tongue into my mouth. The taste of my cum and her pussy are exhilerating and I can't wait for more.... She winks at me and pulls herself away, fumbling for the keys. Opening the door....

She turns to me suddenly and winks again.... Whispering that she can't wait to see me up in bed, but I should first sort out Elle and Jaime our daughter... I agree and kiss her as she disappears up stairs to the bedroom..... 

As i walk into the lounge room.... My hard cock gets even harder again... Lying on my couch, asleep, is Elle... With her legs parted even more than before and now I can definitely make out her little white panties. This has me going absolutely crazy, if it were up to me I would.... God.... I shouldn't even think like that, she's 16! I walk closer to her and notice a little wet patch on her panties, which again drives me absolutely wild.... I grab my daughter, who is asleep in a cradle next to Elle and put her into another cradle that we keep in her bedroom... She' sound asleep and luckily for me, sleeps all through the night... I walk back out in to the family room and can see Elle coming around, obviously from the noise I made collecting Jaime. She looks at the clock on the wall and apologises for being asleep, still lying on the couch with her legs spread quite wide apart. I can't do anything but look at her panties again, needing to refresh the image in my head of what they looked like. She sees me this time and then clears her throat.. I shoot my eyes back up to hers and she has a huge smile on her face. I'm obviously looking guilty as hell, and try to stammer my way through an apology, telling her that I just noticed that I could see between those creamy, thighs... Oh!... I mean, see her panties and thought I better let her know so she can fix it..... She looks at me for a second and then looks around, where is Nat, she asks. I explain that she's had a few too many drinks and has gone to bed, thinking about what my wife must be doing in bed right now keeping herself warm for my return.... God the thought of that woman with her fingers buried in her own pussy start to really make me want to get Elle out of the house... As incredibly sexy as I find her, I don't think there is any chance that she'd be interested in anything more than a bit of teasing.

I realise I have drifted off again and look back at Elle, who is looking down at her own panties.... I follow her eyes down over her breasts which again have nipples poking all the way through, continuing down to notice that she isn't at all looking at her panties.... Because she has taken them off and they are sitting below her feet. Now instead of sitting there with her legs spread showing me her panties, she is sitting there showing me her beautiful, totally bald, pink slit. I've entirely lost it.... I'm looking at a girl ten years my junior and she's taken off her panties, and is on full display to me.... I can't say a word... I'm lost, and my eyes can't move an inch away.... "Do you like?" she asks, smiling back at me... Are you SERIOUS!? Are you SERIOUS!? I am going crazy and I feel that my cock is about to explode in my pants.... Joe... I like you... She says... Looking like a bumbling school girl once again, but all the while not moving an inch to hide the fact that she is totally bare under her skirt.

I like you too Elle, but what are you doing! I stutter.... Joe, we've known eachother over a year now I think... And.... Well... I want my first time to be with you... I know you have Nat, and she's a total babe, but I would love to know what it feels like to have a cock inside my little cunny, and I want that cock to be yours. I'm dumbfounded.... Absolutely speechless.... Here is a girl, who hours ago I was dreaming about, presenting herself to be fucked by yours truly.... That word cunny has me cumming in my pants.... She's so young, so innocent, and she wants my big dirty cock in side her cunny...

Now I know it's illegal, and I know its wrong. But when that's in front of you, there's only one thing on your mind. Ok..... Ok Elle.... I'll do that for you.... I'm swept away in the moment, I'm lost for words but all I want to do is sink my cock into the tight, tiny little pink hole that is right in front of my eyes.... I've forgotten abot my wife, in the bedroom, drunk, fucking herself in the other room...... All I want is to fuck this sweet piece of school girl for everything I'm worth... I jump onto the couch.... And Elle squeals as quietly as she can as she realises that her plan has come true.... I push my face down onto her mouth and my tongue as deep as it will go.... She gives everything I give back, pushing her tongue back at mine, working inside my mouth.... I break our kiss, and grab the bottom of her tiny white top.... Pulling it up over her arms... I want to see those tiny breasts.... She has beautiful littlle pink nipples like my wife's and they are absolutely rock hard... I slide my hand up over her stomach and on to her left breast, sliding myself down and wrapping my lips around her right.... Sucking as hard as I can, she moans loudly and I really don't care.... If Nat walks in now, she's already seen me so fuck it.... The moaning is driving me wild.... I keep my tongue wrapped around her nipple and drop my hand to her little cunny.Pushing my middle finger into her little hole.... She's already wet, ah the beauty of being so young.... And my finger surprisingly sldies in quite a bit before I can feel her cherry... I slide out and back in again and she's bucking against my finger already..... Oh my god! She yells, as I move my hand out of her and onto her little rock hard clit.... Quick little circles have her as my puppet, she's moaning so loudly now that I'm sure it could be heard by the neighbours and her parents let alone Nat just upstairs... Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME JOE! FUCK ME!.... She's yelling now.... And I'm getting so turned on that I realise that having my cock in my pants is more unproductive than anything.... I stop fingering her and move my hand to my pants and pull them down and off in one movement.... Who knows how I did it, but this was a mission.... I've now just got my rock hard cock, pressing against her outside thigh as I lie next to her, moving my fingers back inside that honey pot of underage, preteen school girl. Cumming, CUMMING, CUMMING.... I'M CUMMING she's yelling.... Smiling, I sink my tongue into her mouth as she cums all over my hand... Just like Nat, she lets out quite a lot of cum for such a small person...... Oh Baby Girl, that was so fucking hot.... I whisper in her ear as I pull my mouth off hers.... All she can do is moan back to me... But I know that's ok, because she's seeing stars and that's about all she can put together....

She's had hers, it's my turn now I think to myself..... Picking her up off the couch and moving her onto the soft carpet below... I pull off her skirt so I can see her white body and her long legs draped out to the side... That beautiful sweet cunny is still below me, but this time there is my cock pointing straight at it... Sitting with the head just touching the outside of her lips.... My head is covered in pre-cum of my own and her cum as I rub it up and down her slit... The feeling is exhilerating.... And I can't wait to be deep inside..... She looks at me with her trusting, innocent eyes... "I know this is going to hurt" she says "But do it anyway, I know it'll be worth it".... With that I sink centimetre by centimetre inside her... She's wincing with pain but only a little, she's biting her lower lip like Nat does and it's driving me crazy.... I finally meet some resistance and look back down at her.... She's nodding her head furiously up and down in a mixture of pleasure and pain... I nod back to her reassuringly and with that I make one swift movement and push the entire 7" inside her. As I'm holding her slightly off the gorund, with my hands almost reaching entirely around her, I look up and forwards only to notice my sexy wife with a confused look on her face coming down the stairs.... She's completely naked, but I can't tell due to the sweat and the fact that my heart is beating at a million beats a minute whether or not she's mad.... I stop and look down and notice that Elle has lifted her head so she is looking back, by arching her back up towards me. Fuck that's hot... Her little breasts stretched out and her nipples pointing sky high.  Back up again I notice that Nat has started to shuffle, still drunkenly towards us and it's certainly not a frown on her face.... While still looking confued, she has a smile on her face..... "Fuck you two look hot Baby" she says to me, and I'd assume to Elle as well.. Elle is lookng at me incredibly worried but I try to reassure her with a soft kiss back on her lips, I feel that now I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want...

Nat takes another few steps closer and now I can see the cum that is glistening down her leg..... "I am so fuckng horny, I've been upstairs working myself waiting for you to come up, wondering where the hell you went.... So I come down to look for you and see you two here fucking eachother, and what can I say.... It's made me even more horny...."

Obviously this has taken me by surprise.......

More soon :-)

Six months later, I received a registered notice in my mailbox. I went to the post office and signed for the parcel. The only part I understood was the plane tickets. I sought out a guy at work who did the translating for me. I had won 12 days in a villa to observe and join in the work of the famous photographer.

A month later I boarded a plane to Paris. After arriving, I found a taxi driver who understood some English. He took me for a long drive out in the country. After paying him 80.00, I found myself in front of a large house, or should I say "estate"? I knocked on the door. A French woman came and babbled something in French. I showed her the letter from the parcel. She guided me to a room.

From my new room, I decided to scout my surroundings. The house was actually a large square with a huge open courtyard in the middle. I explored the courtyard. There was a swimming pool in the center surrounded by trees, lounge chairs and even a small wooded area. I went back to my room and fiddled with the interior. It took me over two hours to figure out how to plug in my laptop and establish a net connection. I figured any pictures I took here might be troublesome getting through customs, so I would just email them to myself.

It was the next day that things began to happen. After breakfast, I noticed a pair of photographers in the courtyard. They were taking pictures of a couple of models I thought might have been 16-18 years old. Although it was interesting to watch for a while, eventually I got bored, so I wandered off. There wasn't anything else happening in the courtyard, so I explored the house, then took a walk around it's exterior. It was after dinner that something finally happened for me.

It was a gentle knock at the door. I opened it to find a beautiful girl standing there. She stood a little over five foot, with short blonde hair, gentle facial features, and a figure obscured by a blue dress. She said something in French. I replied I didn't speak French. She asked "American?" I said "yes".

A huge smile crossed her face. "I love Americans", she said with a thick accent. "I study America at school, and in the library. Nice country".

I remembered my manners and let her in the room. "I'm chris" I said extending my hand.

"I'm Gigdet" she said. I asked her her age. "I'm 12" she said.

"No kidding" I said with a lot of surprise. I had been trying to fix her age but was having trouble with it.

We made small talk about her being a model, and how she came to be here. She hadn't met, but had hoped to. I took a picture of her.

"Would you like to take more pictures?" she said sliding the dress off of one shoulder.

"Sure" I said.

I watched as she slid off the dress becoming instantly naked. Her breasts were small with pink puffy nipples. Her stomach had just the slightest baby fat and her pussy was still hairless. I took a couple of pictures of her standing, then had her move to the couch where I took several more of her lying down in several positions. Finally I motioned over to the bed.

I started out with her lying on her side., then stomach down. Then I had her move onto her back. I was so aroused that I decided to go for the Larry Flynt angle and had her lay back with her legs wide open. I moved between her legs and took a couple of closeups of her hairless pussy. I felt her leg brush my shoulder. I placed my hand on her inner thigh and felt it's silky smoothness.

I let my hand linger, then slid a little back and forth. She placed her hand on mine and slid it slowly down her thigh to her pussy. She moved her hand off and inhaled deeply as I moved my middle finger up and down her moist slit.I parted her lips and found her tiny hole. I gently inserted my finger, feeling it's tightness. She raised her hips, pushing against my finger. In a gentle girl voice she said "Fuck me, fuck me now".

I moved between her legs, undressing hurriedly. A minute later, I placed my dick at the entrance to her pussy. She whimpered, winced, and flinched as the head of my dick enetered her. "Oh, Chris, come kiss me, now".

I leaned forward, kissing her as I let my dick fully enter her. "Oh Chris, it hurts, but it feels so good. Make love to me"

I began with slow strokes. She whimpered and gently caressed my arms. She began raising her hips to meet my strokes. My dick was getting punishment from the tightest pussy I was ever in. Our fucking grew frenzied. I grew tired and moved her on top. She quickly picked up the motion. I noticed her close her eyes as her breathing grew more shallow. "Oh, OH" she said as I noticed her have an orgasm. The spasms ripped through her, before she collapsed on my chest. I placed my hand on her ass and increased my strokes until I came in her.

She gave me a long kiss as my dick shriveled and popped out of her. She caressed my hair, smiled, then moved between my legs, gently touching my dick until it was hard again. She put it in her mouth and made sure to get it very wet. "Fuck me in the ass Chris" she pleaded.

She moved onto all fours. I moved behind her. She cried out as I entered her, then a long "OOOOOOH" as I went balls deep in her. I kept my strokes short. I noticed her tiny fists gripping the pillow, then she bit the pillow as I began banging her ass. I fely my balls retract just before I came, shooting my load in her ass.

We collapsed together on the bed. After catching her breath she asked me how long I was staying. After I told her she asked if she could stay with me. What do you think I said?

The rest of the foursome congratulated Dave on a good round. They all signed their scorecards and headed for the clubhouse to hand them in and wait for the rest of the players to finish. At fifteen, Dave was one of the younger players on the Merit Tour. There were forty juniors on the tour with six fifteen-year-olds and two fourteen-year-olds. He had played on it the previous year but only made three top ten finishes with none in the top five. He spent most of the fall and spring on the practice range and it was paying off big time. The six inches Dave grew over the winter gave his game length and practice gave him accuracy. He was now five-foot-eleven and weighed in at one hundred seventy pounds. The coming summer would hopefully lead to a provincial team position and visit to the nationals -- but that was a lot of swings away.

Dave returned to the hill behind the eighteenth green and looked over the course. He knew he was lucky to be a golfer living on Queen Ann Island. QAI has four world-class championship courses with a fifth due to open in a month or so. There are another half dozen extremely good courses and another half dozen moderate courses. QAI is the smallest province in Canada but doesn't have a shortage of golf courses. Aldebury is one of the Championship courses and has become Dave's favorite in the few short years he played it. Aldebury was also the favorite of his father, Roger. Roger liked the six par-three, six par-four, and six par-five format. Dave liked the fairness and challenge. Overlooking the river it is a beautiful course and a lot of fun to play. Truthfully, when a person shoots a 69, most courses are fun to play.

As the last groups finished, the next best player was at 71 but two of the top players -- Harvey Thompson and Randy Gallant -- were still on the course. Dave watched Harvey come up eighteen and he was about one hundred-fifty yards out for his second shot to the par-four. Harvey hit a decent shot to the green leaving a fifteen-foot putt that had a little left to right break. He rolled it over the corner but it did not drop and he finished with a par. Dave overheard Harvey say to a friend that he shot 70. Randy was in the last group and he was at the hundred yards marker with his drive. He hit his second shot to within two feet and sank the putt - Dave figured Randy must have had a low final score. When Dave got to the clubhouse he found out Randy actually had had two bad holes and was 73. Dave was the winner of the first tournament. The prize wasn't much but the points were important. The top four point winners at the end of July went to the nationals in British Columbia -- all expenses paid (the next four could go but had to pay $1,500 for expenses). Dave desperately wanted to go to the nationals. Roger said he would find the money if Dave finished fifth through eighth but hoped Dave could crack the top four. This was a great start.

Dave's buddy John Stewart drove him back to Edwardton. It was about a half hour drive. John and Dave were both finishing tenth grade at Edwardton High School; with three weeks left they couldn't wait for summer vacation. John was a top student - all his marks were in the ninety and higher. Dave worked hard (he wasn't gifted with brains) and did manage to stay on the Honor Roll. In their school that was for grades of eighty-five and above. Dave knew if he wanted a future in golf he needed good marks so he could go to a US college. That was his dream - the Tour, the next Tiger. It's fun to dream.

John asked if Dave wanted to hang out because it was Saturday night; with the warmer weather coming, all their friends were hanging around the fast food joints in town. Dave told John that he had promised his dad he would let him know how the round went today but he didn't have any other major plans for the night. John had just gotten his license last month and his dad got him an old clunker to get him around. John's license gave both of them a lot of additional freedom. John wasn't a total nerd; but anyone as smart as him was treated a little different. Then again, how often do nerds really think they are nerds? Both friends played hockey, which is considered "the sport" in Canada. They had both made their share of elite level "rep" teams but neither of them were stars. So they kind of fit in the middle ground between the true jocks and nerds. Dave was happy with this as he had some good friends who were considered jocks and others who were considered nerds. John dropped him off about 5:00 and Dave told John to call him at home in an hour.

When Dave got home, both his mother Carol and Roger were waiting anxiously. He thought Roger had probably been more nervous waiting than he had been playing. Dave said, "Dad, I shot 69. I won by one stroke."

A big smile came over Roger's face. He said, "I knew it. I had a good feeling all day. I want all the details."

Roger and Dave sat down in the tv room and they went over every hole and every shot. Carol went to the kitchen. Roger was excited and Dave felt good making him proud. Dave looked at Roger and saw him in a new light. He was like a kid with a new toy. Roger was in his early forties and worked hard. He gave his two sisters and him everything he could afford and, while they weren't rich, they didn't want for much. He never missed their Christmas concerts when they were young or Dave's hockey games or his daughters' gymnastics events. Roger was a big man at six-foot-two and just over two hundred pounds although right now his face looked like a ten-year-old. Dave felt older today. Between focusing all his concentration on the golf course, winning, and now seeing Roger so proud - he felt incredible inside. Just then Carol walked in. She said, "Supper's ready. Beth is at a friend's house and Julie will be downstairs in a minute; so it will be four of us tonight."

Roger got up and walked over to Carol and picked her off her feet while giving her a big kiss. Carol is a great looking woman. She's not quite forty and is only five-foot-two but she has an unbelievable body with lots of curves and short brown hair. Dave had fantasized about sucking her large breasts and fingering her hairy pussy since his first wet dream about her two years ago. Her breasts measure 36D (Dave discovered the exact size while searching her dresser and smelling her lingerie collection) and her ass is small and firm. They headed to the kitchen table where Carol had everything laid out. As they were sitting down, Julie came in. Julie is a year older than Dave and has Carol's looks except her hair is longer and blonder. She is taller than Carol by three inches and has a body to match. Her breasts are 34C (another raided dresser) and her legs are long and slender. Dave had also fantasized about having those gorgeous legs wrapped around his neck. Supper was relatively quiet. As they were finishing Dave asked, "Are there any plans tonight? John wants to hang out."

Roger said, "I play poker tonight so I'm leaving around 8:00 and won't be home until after midnight. So the only plans are for tomorrow. Dave, are we still heading out to the campground in the morning to make sure the trailer is set up right? We can play a round of golf afterward, if you want."

Dave had forgotten about promising to help with the trailer in the morning. "Sure, I'll help with the trailer but I don't think you're going to enjoy losing another round of golf to me tomorrow," Dave said. Roger just laughed.

Carol added, "I'm going to curl up with a good book tonight; but tomorrow Kate and I are going to the flea market. Beth is staying overnight at the Johnsons. Are you going out tonight, Julie?" Dave's mind drifted away as he thought about the imputed soft round parts of his aunt Kate, Carol's identical twin sister; he still had a hard time telling them apart either in real life or his dreams.

Julie replied, "Jack and I are going out tonight." Dave thought Jack was an asshole. Asshole because he was an arrogant prick who thought he was God's gift to women. Dave had been hoping Julie would see the light and dump his ass.

Just then the phone rang. Dave answered it. "Hello... Hi, John. Yes... I'll be waiting outside." Dave turned to his family, "I'll be home around 11:00. Good luck at cards, Dad. Have a good time, Julie."

Dave was waiting by the street when John pulled up. Their hanging consisted of visiting first one, then another of the local teen attractions to see who was there, say hello, and move on. They drove around town for a couple hours when suddenly John's car stalled and wouldn't re-start regardless of what he tried. He was really pissed off and it was obvious that the heap of junk wasn't going to start tonight. He called his dad who told him to call a tow truck. John said there was no need to wait with him so Dave decided to walk home. The nice thing about Edwardton is that, no matter where you are, you can walk to where you want to go in less than half an hour - usually about fifteen minutes.

It was a brisk twenty-minute walk home. As Dave walked up his street, he saw Jack's car screeching to a stop in front of their house. Julie jumped out and Dave heard her yell, "I never want to see you again!" She slammed the car door and went running into the house. Jack's car jerked to a start, went flying by Dave, and rounded the corner with tires squealing.

Dave always went in the house through the back door so he walked around back and came into the unlit kitchen. As he gently closed the door, he could hear crying and voices from the living room. Dave didn't normally listen in on private conversations (he did love looking at women's underwear but didn't normally eavesdrop on his family) but he was intensely curious to know what happened with Jack and Julie. So, without turning on the light, Dave quietly walked through the kitchen. He checked the large mirror on the living room wall that Carol had put in so she could see the front door from the kitchen. When Dave stood in the right spot he could see Carol sitting on the couch with her arm around Julie. Dave knew they couldn't see him because of the dark kitchen while he had a perfect view and could hear almost everything they were saying. The first thing Dave noticed was that Julie was dressed really sexy. She had on a white top with spaghetti straps and a short skirt. It was very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra because Dave could see her dark nipples through the material. His dick was getting hard and he had to switch his concentration to Carol or he would have to leave to beat off. Carol was dressed as she had been at supper in a navy skirt and white blouse. Julie was crying and sobbed. "Why doesn't Jack like me? We went to a restaurant and had a great meal but he kept flirting with the waitress. I know she was older but how can he not find me attractive? I dressed like this just for him and he was more interested in her. When she left I asked him if he liked what I was wearing and he said 'I love a woman in a long dress.' I asked. 'Don't you like what I wore for you tonight?' He said. 'You look great.' But the minute the waitress returned he was ogling her again. I told him he was an asshole and I wanted to go home. He said fine and that he was tired of my little girl games anyway. Mom, what is wrong with me?" Julie started crying even louder.

What Julie didn't know was that Jack was having problems getting a stiffy. As soon as he would get intimate with a girl he went limp as a noodle. He learned to lead beautiful girls on but then had to dump them when they were ready to have sex with him. Unable to face his shortcomings, Jack was compelled to be continuously seeking greener pastures. His image was more important to him than his morals. Dave was right - Jack was a shallow, arrogant prick. He deserved to have a limp dick problem.

Dave's heart took a huge turn. He was furious. He couldn't understand how that asshole did not see how gorgeous Julie was. Carol hugged Julie and said. "Julie, you are a beautiful person in a beautiful body. I don't know why Jack can't see that - but it is definitely his loss."

Dave couldn't believe what happened next. Astonishingly, Julie abruptly pushed back, lifted her top over her tits, and said. "Is there something wrong with these? Do they look funny to you? Do they feel funny? What is wrong?" As she said it she took Carol's hands and put them squarely on her bared tits. She added, "Squeeze them. Aren't they normal? Why does Jack ignore them and ignore me?"

Julie was distraught and Carol was trying to calm her down. Julie had always acted very self-confident but, like all sixteen-year olds, she hid her fear of rejection. Julie had had only one sexual experience; unfortunately, it was a bad one. She had had too much to drink at the previous year's prom and let her boyfriend at the time penetrate her. She wasn't too drunk to stop him but the alcohol had let her do something she didn't truly think she was ready for. The boyfriend was a virgin at the time as well and really just wanted to lose the virgin title; being inexperienced, the sex was short and basically unsatisfactory. Julie had hoped that Jack would be her first good sexual experience and was ready to go all the way with him tonight.

Carol had a strange expression on her face but she didn't pull her hands away. When Carol was in university she had several close experiences with other women and loved the intimacy those relationships had provided. Her husband Roger was a very loving man and satisfied her sexually; however, she often fantasized about doing some erotic things with the women currently in her life - Julie, Beth and Kate. In real life, she had encouraged a conservative environment in the MacDonald home. Nudity was not common in the house even though she had sometimes fantasized about walking around nude and teasing Roger and her children. She had on one occasion caught Beth trying to flash her breasts at Dave and scolded her for that; but in truth she enjoyed the show and was jealous that she could not bring herself to do the same. She had dreamed of touching and caressing both Beth's and Julie's newly mature breasts but suddenly wasn't sure what to do now that Julie's were actually lying in her hands waiting to be fondled, waiting to be sucked.

Dave's blood supply was rushing in several directions at once and he was afraid his blushing would radiate so much heat the two women would notice him lurking in the darkness.

Carol finally squeezed the offered orbs and Dave thought he was going to blow a load right there. His dick was throbbing and he couldn't even touch his zipper or he knew he would have a major cleanup job in his shorts. Julie's tits were perfectly round and looked just like two ripe grapefruits. In the cool air, her perky nipples were getting harder by the second and looked like pink pencil erasers. Dave watched Carol as she seemed to take control of the situation. "Julie, they feel perfect and they are perfect. I just wish mine were as firm as yours," she said as she ran her hands lightly over Julie's firm breasts feeling her own juices start to flow. Carol was afraid Julie would realize she was enjoying the feel of her perfect breasts so she pulled her hands away. Carol wanted to replace her hands with her mouth but instead she collected herself and sat back. She was shocked by Julie's next bombshell request.

"Really?" Julie asked, "Can I see yours?"

If Dave had been breathing, he would have gasped. As it was, he almost tumbled to the floor and interrupted the scene playing out in the family living room. "What next?" Dave thought as his member throbbed against its confinement.

After I sucked him for a few minutes I then laid on the bed with my legs spread and dad was soon licking and sucking on my already wet pussy, it felt so good having him down there eating me. He then began fingering me as he ate me out. I had several orgasm\'s before he stoped and with me begging him to fuck me. Dad then raised up and got ontop of me and I raised my legs up and he slide his hard cock in me and began fucking me,slow and deep then faster and deeper, before long I was cumming again,it felt so fucking wonderful having my dads cock burried deep inside me as I climaxed. I then told him to lay on his back and I licked and sucked my pussy juices off his cock and then mounted him and slide down on his cock. I then rode him facing him then I turned around with my back to him and rode his cock that way until I cam again. After that he licked my pussy and sucked on my clit for a few moments, he then told me to get on my kness on the side of the bed, He then fucked me hard and fast as he was standing next to the bed. My god it felt so good, I never wanted him to stop. After a few minutes he was ready to blow his load and he asked me were I wanted him to cum, so I told him to cum on my face and in my mouth. So I sat on the side of the bed and jacked and sucked him until he was about to blow, he then let out a moan and shot his hot sticky load all over my face and in my mouth. I didnt think he was going to stop cumming as load after load streamed across my face and lips.

Well we got cleaned up and then just laid on the bed together for a few minutes. He then leaned over to me and began kissing me and telling me how much he loved me. I told him the same and then got up and went to take a shower and to get ready for bed as mom would be home anytime now.

Me and dad also like dress up from time to time. We have dressed up as Nun and Priest,Teacher/Student,Coach/Cheerleader and other characters. Mostly around Halloween so no one would be suspicious. ;)

Me and dad have continued our sexual desires for each other until this day and neither one of has regreted a second of it. We fuck every chance we get and if we cant fuck I suck his cock and swallow his cum. It has been tricky at times as my sister wasn\'t away all of the times. We did it a few times right after she went to bed and mom was at work,Thank god she is a heavy sleeper and never gets up during the night. And a few times when she was outside swimming,but we did it so we could see her but she couldn\'t see us.;) or when she was in the tub.  We never took the chance when mom was home, way to risky. Now that I\'m at college we dont get as many chances, but when I go home we fuck like crazy when we can.

Well that\'s it for now..stay tuned for Segment 3, coming soon.

Well I asked for Jeff and she said he was gone for a few but I could come in and wait . I dident have anything to do so I was like cool . She walked out to the patio where there pool was and removed the robe and sat down she smiled . "Mind rubbing me down ?"She asked I quickly agreed I mean whoul wouldent ? So I began to rub her lower back and shoulders and then she shifted causing my crotch to rest right in the crack of her ass . I was growing hard just being this close to her .

After a while she turned her head and smiled "Getting a stiffy are you ?"I felt like a perv now and stammered "I..Im so.." she cut me off by laughing "Hell Im flattered feels like quite a package I bet the girls like you " It was true I had a rather well endowment . I had a 9 inch cock and I was half hard now she couldent take her eyes off me before she asked "Mind if I see it ? its been so long since Ive seen a cock hard "I blushed I knew she was a sexless lady . Jeffs dad died about a year ago , so she never really moved on . I got bold "Ill show you if you show me your tits " she smiled and agreed flipping around she pulled her bikini top off and reveled the biggiest pair of tits Id ever seen . Soon after I pulled my cock out for her and she imediatly reached for it and began to stroke it "Oh my god you got to be kidding me " she said as she kept stroking my cock "Can I just kiss it ? " she asked "Sure do what you want " she gave me a devious look and opened her mouth taking my cock down .

I sat there babbling like a idiot as this totaly hot woman sucked my cock hard ! Soon she pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled "you ever been fucked by a real woman ?" she asked I shook my head and her bikini bottoms came off . She stradled my hips and sank herself onto my cock and began to thrust herself over and over again over my shaft . I moaned deeply and hands cupped her breasts as she squeezed her walls around my cock . I thrust deeper into her untill I felt my balls empty inside her and she moaned deeply licked my dick clean and informed me Jeff was asleep ....

The bulge in the front of the boy's pants showed that he wasn't concerned about what he may have done wrong. "Todd, I need you boys to help me with something." Sister Amelia said in a low slow tone he had never heard her use before. "Rick, show him what I need." she continued. Rick leaped at her command and fumbled at the back of her neck. Todd heard a zipper. Sister Amelia's cassock was specially altered. The zipper in back went from neck to hem. She was able to undress and dress without a lot of fumbling around. It opened like a big black cacoon. From the nun's habit a goddess emerged. She allowed Rick to slip it off her arms. He folded it over the back of a chair. Todd's mouth dropped open and his cock jumped to attention. She stood and let him admire her for a second. Her flawless white skin seemed to glow under the flourecent lights of the schoolroom. He had never imagined anything like this.

Her large breasts, narrow waist and wide hips were a perfect hourglass like the girls in his fathers old playboys. Though too curvy by modern standards the 26 year old nun's body was old school perfection. Pink nipples stood out on beautiful cone shaped breasts. erect from the airconditioning. A triangle of blonde hair disappearing into her crotch. The sister stood there on red spiked heels. Shapely legs clad in devil red thigh high stockings. Todd's eyes flashed back and forth from her naked crotch to her naked tits. The most exciting thing for him was that she still wore her wimple.

Her hair covered in black cloth and her face framed in a halo of white. The chaste looking nuns headress combined with sexy stockings and naked flesh. Todd realized that he was drooling and closed his mouth quickly with a loud snap. This was the first live naked woman he had ever seen and she was his teacher, and a nun. Todd had no idea what to do. Rick however knew exactly what to do having been here before. He massaged the woman's breasts while passionately kissing her mouth.

She kissed him back, but kept her eyes on his friend. One of her hands groaped the boy's ass while the other worked to free his throbbing cock. She undid his fly and Rick's tool sprang out into her hand. The nun stroked it lovingly. After a few minutes of this she pulled away from Rick and moved toward Todd. Rick wasn't discouraged and continued to caress her skin as he moved with her.

Todd's cock tried to pull him forward, but his legs betrade him and backed away. His ass bumped into the desk and he was trapped. Sister Amelia with a wicked smile undid his belt and shoved pants and underwear down to the boy's knees. His rock hard member was free and twiching with excitment. "Ummm, thats a nice one." she said and bent to take it in her mouth. The nun slurped the boy's cock in and began to bob up and down at the waist. She felt Rick position his dick head at her opening and ram it home. Amelia moaned around Todd's cock as Rick's stiff meat pole invaded her cunt. Rick was crude and had no concept of foreplay. Thats why he was perfect for these after class quickies. He started slamming her hard, his loins slapping against her ass. The cock slipped out of her mouth and she stuffed it back in.

Sister Amelia matched her sucking rythme to Ricks fucking rythme. Todd didn't know whether his legs would melt or his head would explode first. "OOOooh, oh God." he moaned his body shaking so badly he could hardly keep his feet. The woman's warm wet sucking mouth and watching her wimpled head bobbing up and down was driving him out of his mind. "She's a nun." he though. "A nun, a bride of christ sucking my cock." It was fornication, unnatural copulation and sacreledge. All the things the church condemed rolled into one. All of Todd's future girl friends and his future wife would reap the benefits as he tried in vain to recapture the perverse excitement of this first blowjob.

The Sister looked up at him, craning her neck at an impossible angle, nibbling at his glans and fondling his balls. Rick's pole was working its magic in her juicy pussy. He pumped her furiously for as long as he could then after resting for a second or two was off again like a jack rabbit. Sister Amelia loved it hard and fast and Rick was her boy. Arching her back and shoving that perfect round ass back at him Sister Amelia came in a flood. Thighs trembling she moaned her pleasure around the cock in her mouth. The vibrations of her mouth were more than Todd could take.

The boy's body spasmed violently and his dick popped free as it began firing gobs of hot semen. Amelia took two shots on her clean scrubbed face before recapturing it and gulping down the rest of his load. She sucked out the dregs as Rick continued to pound her from behind. Rick slammed into the Sister's cunt as hard as he could, again and again. "Yeah Sister, yeah!" he said, biting his lip to keep from announcing his orgasm to the whole school. Grunting like a bull he fillled the nun's fuck hole with his goo. Her thighs were trembling again. No formalities or after play.

The boys helped the Sister back into her cassock. Rick gave her a deep french kiss, forgetting or not caring that her face was covered with his friend's cum. Todd and Rick dressed and began gathering their things. "Man we gotta keep this to ourselves...." Rick began. Sister Amelia had heard him give this lecture to boys before and knew he would impress upon Todd the need for secrecy even among their peers. Having nothing to add she cleaned her face with a wet wipe from her desk and left. Rick knew the drill and would wait ten minutes before leaving. Sister Amelia's cunt still tingled from Rick's hard ramming and the taste of Todd's cum lingered on her tongue. She strolled down the hallway humming contentedly to herself. "Sister Amelia." she heard a voice behind her say.

Turning Amelia saw Mother Superior floating toward her. The older woman's cassock hem touched the floor and there was not the slightest hint of moving legs beneath it. Indeed if Mother Superior had lifted her hem Sister Amelia would have expected to see her feet hovering two inches off the floor. Some of the nuns, only half joking sometimes wondered aloud if the stern old woman was an angel. Not a, hark I bring you tidings of great joy type angel, but a wrath of God, Sodom and Gamora smighting type angel. Amelia always feared that Mother Superior secretly knew all about her carnal sins and was gearing up to give her a major league smighting. "Sister, you are supposed to be supervising the laundry room tonight." Mother Superior said. It was not a question. "Yes Mother Superior.

I'm on my way there now." "On your way? Child classes turned out almost an hour ago. You have more duties than just teaching. You mustn't daudle. move swiftly from one task to the next." The older woman said. Waggling a long finger at the nun as one would at a small child. "What kind of example are you setting for our novices. Those girls look to you for guidence. They need a role model. Starting a new life in the church is not easy." "I know Mother Superior." Sister Amelia said hanging her head. " You are absolutely right. I won't be late again." "See that you don't. Idle hands are the devil's work shop. Who knows what mischief those girls may have gotten into unsupervised for almost an hour."

Mother Superior turned and continued down the hall cassock stock still. Gliding along like a chess piece. Despite what Mother Superior had said she stopped off in the ladies room for a quick pee. While washing her hands the Sister glanced up at the mirror. Ugly yellow stains stared back at her. The halo of white which encircled her pale unmade-up face had white globs of semen clinging to it and they were already begining to dry and turn yellow.. "Oh my dear lord!" she said to herself. " I was talking to the Mother Superior with a cum stained wimple."

Whipping the headress off she smeared on soap from the dispenser and violently dabbed at the spots. In the laundry room the novices were busy loading dirty clothes into washers and washed clothes into dryers. They were just reaching the point where lack of supervision was giving way to horesplay. The ten girls were an unusual bunch of novices in this day and age,. None of them older than nineteen. Most modern women wait until they have had career and family before choosing the religious life. These girls were straight out of high school. Most pushed into the convent by their parents. "Will you look at these?" Vicky yelled holding an extra large pair of panties up for everyone to inspect. "Jesus Christ!" Therese squealed. "You could make a tent out of those." "Whose are they?" said Maddy pulling them down to check the laundry mark. "Sister Ignatius!" she squealed. The room broke out into loud laughter. "I knew she was a cow but good God." "Hey, find her bra, we can make two hammocks and have a proper camp site."

Lewella said and set off a new round of laughter. Therese stepped into the underpants and pulled the waistband up to her armpits. The long skirt of her habit bunched up inside them, but there was still plenty of room. The girls roared. "Come on in the water's fine." she said holding the waistband out toward Vicky. Vicky climbed in with her. The thick cloth of their habits bunched up in the panties, but stockinged thighs caressing. Vicky thrilled at the contact. The two girls embraced and hopped around the room together in the huge panties. Even with two of them inside Therese still had to hold onto the waist to keep them up. All the girls laughed and giggled out of control.

The two girls got their feet tangled and fell to the floor in a heep, Vicky on top. The giggles subsided as she pressed her breasts and crotch hard against Therese's body. A shadow crossed Therese's face and she rolled Vicky off her and hastely worked to free herself from the big underwear. "I wasn't aware the laundry was so hilarious." Sister Amelia said as she entered the room. Vicky and Therese scrambled to their feet and and the other girls turned back to their work.

Looking down at the huge panties in a pool at Vicky's feet, leg holes stretch out of shape, the Sister said "I believe the two of you owe Sister Ignatius a new pair of undies. I have nothing against harmless fun, but destroying someone elses property is no laughing matter." She was trying to be serious, but it wasn't easy. The girl's performance had been hilarious. "You two have until the end of the week to replace them and Mother Superior won't have to know about your little dance. Now come on girls, back to work. Clothes don't wash themselves." she said hoping that she was coming off as regal and authoritative. A few days later Sister Amelia sat in the confessional, skirt pulled up to her waist and fingers stroking her clitoris as she described in detail the encounter with Rick and Todd.

She could hear the spank, spank, spank sound as Father Oliver abused his old cock. "And were you completely naked my child?" the old priest asked. "No Father." she answered " I was wearing stockings. Stockings as red as the fires of hell, and the devil's own spiked heels." She could hear Father Oliver's breath quicken and frigged her clit faster. Sister Amelia described in great detail how Rick's cock had felt and the taste of Todd's spunk as her orgasm drew nearer. She heard the Father grunting and a wave of pleasure swept over her. As her cum subsided she wanted to run accross into the other booth and lick up his jizz, but she knew Father Oliver would not have aloud it.

They had been playing this game in the confessional for almost three years. He had never approached her outside the booth. He was too high minded to actually break his vow of chastity. "These are grave sins my child." the old preist said when his breathing finally slowed to normal again. "So they deserve grave penance." "I know Father." said Sister Amelia. "I am ready." ""Self flagelation." Father Oliver ordered. "100 strokes." He reserved such arkane penance for Sister Amelia alone. Father Oliver would masturbate many times over the next week imagining the young woman whipping herself at his order. The two finished the ritual of confession as normal and the Sister left.

Father Oliver quickly cleaned himself up and put his clothes back in order. He heard the door to the other booth open and shut and a female voice say "Bless me Father for I have sinned." Later that night as her roommate, Sister Patrice, lay sound asleep Amelia took from it's hidding place at the bottom of her closet the whip. She had found it in a box outside her door the night Father Oliver had first ordered self flagelation. There had been a gentle knock and when she opened the door the box was sitting there. The whip was a wicked thing. About two feet long, black leather, with nine lashes and a strap for her wrist. She had used it many times to punish herself.

Mostly on the Father's orders, but sometimes just for kicks. Clad in only her night gown Amelia slipped out of her room and down the hall to the laundry. Her bare feet made barely a sound on the cold tile floor.She closed the door and put down a blanket for her knees. Kneeling the woman slipped her arms out of the night gown and naked from the waist up began slinging the whip over first one shoulder then the other. Amelia thrilled at the pain as the lashes bit into her tender flesh. Massaging her cunt with her free hand Amelia whipped herself slowly. Father Oliver had not specified 100 strokes to each side or 100 strokes all together, so she decided to give herself 200 to be safe. She had reached 75 when the door opened on softly creaking hinges. Startled Amelia quickly tried to cover her naked flesh and hide the whip. Bare feet padded into the room and the door was quietly pushed shut. "What are you doing here in the dark Sister?" it was Vicky's voice. "Nothing. Go back to bed." Amelia said. "Then what's this?" Vicky asked boldly reaching down to pull the whip out of the folds of Sister Amelia's night gown. "It's nothing. Give it back and go back to bed!" Amelia said trying to sound authoritative. "Doesn't look like nothing to me."

Vicky said not a bit cowed. The young girl stood over the nun slapping the whip into one palm. " Looks like something." she said. "A pretty big something." "It's my penance." Amelia said sheepishly. "Penance for what? Is it for what you do with those boys?" "How do you know I do anything with boys?" Amelia said aghast. She had always been extra careful to make sure no one was around. Except for Father Oliver, whom she had told, she was certain no one knew about her carnal sins. "Oh come on Sister. When other teachers keep boys after school they come out looking sad or scared or mad. When you do it they come out grinning from ear to ear." Vicky said. "You do something with them. Anyway, since I'm here, let me help you" "Help me? What..?" Amelia started confused. "I wanna whip you." said Vicky. "Lean forward." Excitment caught in Sister Amelia's throat. Her fantasy had always been Father Oliver, but this would be good too.

She obediently leaned forward placing her forehead against the floor and slipping her right hand down between her thighs. Vicky surveyed the nun's alabaster back for a moment..The angry red marks made a beutiful pattern on her white skin. She knelt in front of the nun with a knee on either side of the woman's head. The girl brought the nine tailed lash down on the nun's back and Sister Amelia stifled a yelp. Vicky whipped her at an unhurried pace, dragging the lash sentually across her skin. The Sister bit her lip to keep from crying out and fingered her pussy hole furiously. "Yeah, take that you slut!" the girl berated her. "Nasty whore. You should be ashamed, fucking little boys." Vicky kept her voice down so not to wake the convent. This made her insults more sexy for Amelia. Abuse and humiliation, self imposed penence for her lust. The fact she enjoyed it did not in her mind negate the punishment aspect. "Whore, slut, bitch!" the novice said over and over getting very worked up herself. Vicky stopped long enough to stand up and remove her underwear. She quickly resumed her place, sitting this time with legs apart.

The girl pulled the nun's face into her crotch. "Lick me slut!" she commanded and continued with the whipping. Sister Amelia lapped at the girl's slit, her yelps now muffled by Vicky's pussy. The sweet juice flowed into her mouth as she forced her fingers deep into her own cunt. Vicky had dropped the whip and was lying back on her elbows. Amelia shoved her face hard into the girl's crotch as if she were trying to crawl inside her. Lapping slurping and working the young novice's clit with her nose. It was Vicky's turn to bite her lip as she thrust her hips up again and again against the wet licking, sucking mouth. The girl's body jerked as her cunt poured juixces all over the nun's face.

She lay back to rest for a moment as Sister Amelia licked the sweet cunt honey off her thighs. Vicky was pleased to have finally found someone to tend to her needs. None of her fellow novices had as yet been receptive to her advances. She jumped to her feet grabbing the whip and ordered Amelia "Up on your knees!" The girl lifted the back of the nun's night dress revealing a plump round rear. No panties, just as she had expected. Pushing the woman's hand away from her cunt Vicky roughly stuffed the braided handle of the whip inside. A half squeal half yelp escaped Amelia, much too loud and she shoved her fingers into her mouth to quiet herself.

Vicky brutally fucked the nun with the make shift dildo, continuing to insult and berate her. "You love this don't you! Nasty slut like you. Vow of chastity my ass! You love it you fuck slut!" She worked the leather object in and out at a furious pace. "God damn you're a hot fucking bitch. I bet you'll fuck anybody, won't you slut! I bet you'ld even fuck old Father Ollie." Vicky said. Pushing the leather tool in as far as she could she began working the whip in a circular motion. Then up and down, then round and round again. The Sister bit down on her fingers to keep from screaming and came twice one after the other. When she collapsed in a heep the girl relented. The two lay on the cold tile floor kissing and caressing each other for a while. Then as if an unspoken agreement had been reached each retreated to her own room.

The spring and summer 0f 2003 passed in a haze.  I can’t remember much of that time.  I know it was bad.  It was hot and we had too many people in each tent, the MRE’s taste like shit after day 4 and you watch people who got there after you leave before you.  You get to thinking your tour will keep getting extended, or you’ll get KIA’d a day before you’re supposed to leave and it fucks with your mind.

And of course, there is no place to jack off.

Some guys hide in the porta-johns, others would climb into parked vehicles, some would do it in their sleeping bags at night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things.  I can’t smell piss and shit, or sit in a hot fucking truck or even worse, be entombed in a damn sleeping bag in 120 degree heat just to yank my cock.  So I suffered.

Around late July or early August we had a bunch of new people sent to us.  But no new tents so we had to cut our tiny living spaces in half.  My old area was now shared with some Major who seemed as gay as he was pompous.

I think that guy jacked off twice a night every night for the first week he was there.  I got sick of hearing his hand rubbing against his sleeping bag and was going to say something about it when I decided I was probably just jealous.  I’d seen the pictures of his wife and if I was him, I’d be doing the same thing.  I’d been 5 or 6 months without a single jo session.  It was hot, I was frustrated, and he was lucky to have that hot piece of ass to go home to whenever we got the hell out of here.

Inevitably, everyone gets to know each other pretty well.  You can’t help it when you sleep less than a foot away from each other.  Major T. and I were no different.  He was actually pretty cool and he’d always share his care packages with me before passing things out to everyone else.  We talked quite a bit.  What we missed most about home, what we’d be doing if we were still in the States, girls we’d fucked, where we grew up, why we joined the Army, etc.  One memorable conversation had us deciding what 3 things we wanted most at that moment.  An easy decision for me:  a blow job, 18 hours of sleep, and a Dr. Pepper.  (There was NO Dr. Pepper in Iraq until December)

He asked me one day if I had a girlfriend in country and I kinda looked at him crazy.  A lot of soldiers hook up with someone for a deployment and they spend their time sneaking off to fuck in the backs of trucks or in the shitters.  One couple was even caught in the water buffalo!  I never drank from that WB again.  With all our talk, I figure he’d know the answer by now.

 I told him no and he said he’d asked only because he’d never heard me jack off.  I instantly thought of my first impression of him being gay and the look on my face must have made him realize how he sounded.  He hurriedly went on to explain that he’d been seeing this girl and she wanted him to bring another guy along that night.  He was wondering if I’d like to go along.

I told him no thanks, I don’t dig the idea of fucking some slut even as my dick started to stir in my pants.  He kept trying to convince me and I finally asked him who it was.  I was shocked when he told me.

“Anderson, the fueler girl.  She has some friends who let her use their air-conditioned offices at night to watch movies.  I ran into her one night when she was headed over there and she invited me along.  One thing led to another and, well…” he trailed off.

I knew the girl.  Andy is what we all called her.  I’d known her before we deployed and the girl is HOT!  She’s definitely not a slut.  When she’d get off duty back home she’d put on regular clothes and you could see what the baggy uniforms hid all day.  She was really pretty, awesome figure, smart as hell, and refused every GI who asked her out.  Me included.  I had spent many nights before we left with my dick in my hand and her in my mind.

I told him how she’d shot me down before and if she had to be a slut if she wanted him to just bring any guy with him that night.

“Not just any guy.  There’s only 2 guys she’s willing to have me bring; you or that tall guy in Operations.  I forget his name.”

My dick stirred a bit more.  I felt it roll over off my leg and stiffen just the tiniest bit.

“I’ll think about it.  What time?”

“1800.  Let me know before 1600 so I can ask that other guy.”

 

At 1730 I was a wreck.  I had already showered, shaved, and found a clean pair of underwear.  My heart was pounding in the back of my throat, the blood was rushing through my brain creating a sound akin to a wind tunnel, and my dick was so hard I thought maybe I should have forgotten about putting on underwear at all.

I was waiting for Major T. to show up and having a conniption.  He was late and I was starting to think he’d been playing a joke on me.  I’d kill him if he was.  I was also trying to figure out where this office was.  The airfield we lived on was pretty nice since we’d built it up over the summer, but there were less than half a dozen buildings.  Only two were of any size where there would be offices and neither seemed likely.  There was the Terminal where all the Big Wigs worked like the General and his staff, and then there was the control tower where the aviation guys worked and lived.  Where the fuck were we going?  Where the fuck was Major T.?

He eventually showed up but he was pretty late and we had to walk fast to be there on time.  He said he didn’t want to piss her off.  She could be a little pouty with him and while it was sexy as hell, it also meant he ran the risk of REALLY pissing her off.

He led me to the Terminal and my mid was swirling with questions, pent up frustration and a sudden fear that literally stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s up?  You coming or what?”

“Uh, that’s the problem, actually.”

“You didn’t just, uh, in you pants…?”

“NO! But, well, see, Anderson is really hot.”

He looked at me like I’d just been awarded my Master’s Degree in Stating the Obvious.  “No kidding,” he finally said.

“Well, it’s just that it’s been a really long time for me and she’s really hot and I was just thinking how bad it would be…,”  I broke off at the sound of his laughter.

“You’re worried you’ll shoot your load in less than 30 seconds.”  There was no malice in his voice.

“More like 10,” I said.  “Maybe I should kinda go over there,” pointing at some trees, “and, uh, prepare myself before I get inside.”

“If you really want to, but she’ll probably like it if you don’t.  Trust me.”

I was still uncertain.  I kept imaging this hot chick laughing at me when I shot my load as I was still unbuttoning my pants.  And if she laughed one of two things would happen.  I’d either not be able to get hard again, or I’d get hard and she wouldn’t want me after all.

“My first night in that office I had my pants around my ankles and she was reaching out to grab me and I shot my wad in her face before she even touched me.  She loved it!”

I was dumbfounded.  I just stood there trying to figure out what on earth this girl found arousing about something like that.  I also kept imagining her face with cum dripping down it and my cock swelled even more.  I was decided.

We entered the terminal and Major T. led me up these nice marble stairs, down a hallway that looked like it should be in a NYC crack house, through a room full of computers and to a large polished wood door.  The contrasts in this place were adding to my confusion.  This whole experience was like some fever-induced dream where you find yourself wandering around a mad house with crazy people jumping out at you and mirrors distorting your reflection so much that you forget what you look like.

“Before we go in there I want to set a couple things straight.  You cannot tell anyone about this.    Also, you’ll have to leave your weapon there,” he pointed to a weapons rack against the wall where a SAW was already locked in.  “If you need a lock there’s some on the counter there.”  I locked my weapon in and Tom passed me his.  When both were secure, I turned back to him.

“I am married and will get into a lot of trouble if anyone knows about this.  I’m also an Officer and she’s only a PFC so they’ll get me on that, too.  I’ll lose my wife and son if I get found out.  You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.  No exaggeration.  I will end your life if you jeopardize my future with my wife and son.  I’ll kill you if you tarnish his girl’s reputation.  I don’t want people thinking she’s a barracks slut because she isn’t.  If you can’t abide by this, leave now.”

“I won’t tell a soul, Sir.”

He smiled then.  “I knew I forgot something.  My name’s Tom.  As long as were here I’d prefer you to call me that.  And I’d prefer to call you by your first name, as well.”

“No problem.  I’m Jake.”

“Andy’s still Andy, by the way.  I guess even her folks call her that and always have.”

“Anything else?”

By way of answer he opened the door.  On the other side was a lavish office, even by American standards.  Never mind we were in a bombed out city in Iraq, the Land That God Forgot.  Huge mahogany desk, leather winged back chair, big flat screen TV with a stereo, marble floor with deep pile rugs, big comfy couch against one wall, and in the middle of it all, there was Andy.

She had her hair down and I realized I’d forgotten it was curly.  I’d forgotten she had a beautiful smile and cute dimples hiding under her combat façade.  She wasn’t just the fueler girl, or a machine gunner putting her life on the line for convoys.  She was all of those things, but she was a woman, too.  Talk about contrasts.

“You guys coming in, or what?” she smiled.

I heard Tom gulp beside me.  I knew how he felt.  I took a shaky step into the room, unsure of what to do.

Tom walked purposefully past me and they hugged.  And then they kissed.  I just stood there while watching these two share the most passionate kiss I’d ever seen.  They broke off and she started unbuttoning his shirt.  She took it off and the T-shirt, too.  I watched her run her hands down his chest and my groin tightened in jealousy, lust, and voyeuristic thrill.

Her eyes seemed to drink him up as she started removing his pants.  I felt weird when his bare ass came into view.  I started to move to the right so I wouldn’t be staring straight at it, but then she knelt in front of him and I changed direction.  I’d never seen another guys hard dick before, but I really wanted to see his go into her mouth.

She licked at it as she fondled his balls and then she took the whole thing in his mouth in one swallow.  I was unbuttoning my pants to free my cock when she beckoned me nearer.  I took a few steps but she kept motioning me forward so I kept walking and unbuttoning until I was right next to Tom, standing over her.

She took her mouth off him.  “Take it out,” she panted.  “I want to see you.  I want to see you make yourself cum while I suck him.”

I kicked off my boots and pulled my pants off.  My socks did that really cool trick socks do when they come off with your pants.  I had lost my uniform top sometime so I was just standing there in my T-shirt.  I took hold of my cock for the first time in 6 months and started stroking it.  Andy’s head was bobbing up and down on Tom’s dick not 6 inches in front of me.  I felt the cum boiling in my sack and with a series of loud grunts I shot my load all over the right side of Andy’s face.

For the first time since I was about 14 my dick stayed hard after I came.  I kept stroking it and milking it until Andy took me into her mouth.  I shot another full load into her mouth and it built in intensity when I realized she was swallowing.  I’d never met a chick that swallows before!

Tom was standing next to me stroking his cock as Andy milked the last drops from me.  He had a smile on his face when I looked at him.  “Told ya, man.  She’s the greatest!”

I nodded my agreement and closed my eyes.  I nearly fell over when Andy took her hands off my ass.  I was so drained that I could barely stand.  Andy led me to the couch and lay me down.  She did a little strip tease in front of me before climbing on top.

“Tom, honey, I’m going to fuck Jake really hard while you watch.  I want you to shove your cock in my ass just before you come.”

I almost came myself when she said that.  It had been so long since I’d had my dick in a wet pussy and as she slid down on my member I thought I was in heaven.  She was breathing very heavily and her tits were bouncing up and down in front of my face.  I was thrusting madly upwards, trying to match her stroke for stroke when I felt Tom shove into her.  Feeling his cock through her wall made every thrust into something so exquisite I never wanted it to end.

He let out a low groan and then they both stopped moving.  About 10 seconds later I felt his cock pulse and then the cum emptying into Andy’s ass.  Each shot created another pulse and the sensation it caused running up my own hard shaft made me blow my wad, too.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh my FUCKING god!  You’re both cumming!  I have a man cumming in my ass and a man cumming in my pussy!  Oh!  My!  God!”  Andy shrieked.  With that I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick and her orgasm flooded over me.  Tom and I both had our arms around her but that didn’t stop her from shaking uncontrollably as she came.

I’ve always been jealous of how long the woman’s orgasm is.  It seems to go on forever and that night as I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as the last contractions in Tom’s balls pushed his cum upwards against me, I came again.

I fell back on the couch and let my arms fall by my sides.  I felt Andy relaxing on top of me and then she and Tom were laying down on me.  I had never been so satisfied in my life.  I would have slept there just like that if it weren’t so risky.  We didn’t need the office owner to come in next morning and find us there like that.

I could hardly get dressed and they had to help me gets my boots tied.  I waited in the hall, retrieving our weapons while Andy and Tom said their goodnights.  I was so tired that I didn’t have a single thought in my head.  As Tom led me back to our tent he asked if I wanted to go back the next night.

“Dude, are you kidding?  What do you think?!”

 

 

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I turned hopefully when I heard the bar door being opened, but it wasn’t Todd. Instead it was an attractive woman, completely my opposite in looks. She towered over me; at 5'10 she was 6 inches taller than me but the heels she wore made her even taller. Her breasts, ample and rounded, sagged just enough to be attractive. My breasts, small as they were, stood perky and proud on my chest. Her face was very angular and sharp; mine was soft and round, innocent and sweet. I stared at the woman, comparing our bodies, for nearly 5 minutes. She turned and posed for my gaze, then came down the stairs and started rubbing my shoulders. I was unnerved by the outright show of affection from this woman, who I had never seen before in my life, but I didn't shy away. I simply smiled at her and asked her name.

"I'm Teena. A guy in there sent me out here to talk to you. He said his name was Todd, and that you were looking to get off tonight. I am just the woman for the job. I've worked frigid women over many times before."

I was shocked by the bluntness this woman used to confront my inability to orgasm. I stiffened, and she felt it in my shoulders. "Where is Todd?" I asked tersely.

"He's coming in just a moment. And you'll be cumming too, as soon as we get home." With that, Teena slid her hands into my top, and fondled my breasts. I gasped, but not from outrage. Teena had magic fingers. Without seeming to move, her fingertips danced over my nipples, arousing me, and causing my nipples to stiffen up. She removed her hands after a few short seconds, but already I was breathing deeper, and I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. I looked up at her with a look of pure lust in my eyes. Teena laughed and I noticed her nipples were pressed against the thin material of her shirt. I followed her gaze, and realized that my nipples were showing clearly through the white crop top I was wearing. I blushed and modestly pulled the black floor length overcoat I was wearing closed.

Teena winked at me, and then I saw Todd coming out of the bar. He smiled at me and took my hand. Teena wrapped her arm around me from the other side, and we walked casually to Todd's car.

Todd ushered me into the backseat with Teena, even though I thought he was too drunk to drive. He smiled and blew into my face and I realized that he hadn't had even one drink that night.

As soon as we were driving down the street, Teena was sliding her hand up my short black skirt. Her fingers quickly found out that I wasn't wearing any underwear, and they tickled up and down my slit. I was soon panting again as she parted my outer labia and gently rubbed up and down my wet cunt and I was starting to feel more aroused than I ever had before. Without even knowing it, I reached over and began to play with Teena’s large breasts. My fingers carefully discovered the areas which I had only touched on myself. I raised her shirt, exposing her chest, and leaned over to take one of her nipples in my mouth. Teena was panting in anticipation and moaning my name. Just before the tip of my tongue met the tip of her nipples, Todd stopped the car. I looked up, shocked, to see that we were parked in front of Todd’s apartment.

"Ok, everyone out... Beka, you should, um, straighten your skirt." I blushed, and Teena ran her hand down my thigh, straightening my skirt for me. I quivered in anticipation and delight. Todd came around the car and offered me his hand, helping me out. Once I was out, he offered his hand to Teena, but she smiled and pulled herself up. Todd and I waited for Teena, who took one of my arms. Todd took the other, and I was led quickly into Todd’s apartment.

Once we were inside, Teena slid her hands back up my top. She rolled my nipples in her fingertips, and plucked at them gently. I moaned softly with lust, intoxicated by this woman and what she was doing to my body. Todd came over to me and rubbed his erection on my lower back as he removed my crop top and threw it across the room. As soon as my breasts were free from the shirt, Teena knelt down and took one in her mouth. I gasped as her moist lips sucked my nipple into her mouth. Teena’s tongue danced around my nipple, licking and flicking, massaging it until it stood firmly out of my areola, then took it gently in her teeth. She nipped at it and tugged gently, and I thought I would cum standing right there. Todd saw my knees weaken, and moved me to the kitchen table.

Teena picked me up as soon as we got there, and slipped my skirt off of me. My cunt was sopping wet, and quivering with anticipation, and Teena slid one finger firmly into me. Curving her finger around, Teena tickled the inner walls of my cunt, pressing firmly here and there, looking for my G-spot. Keeping one hand in my cunt, Teena stood back up and went to work on my other nipple. I threw my head back and moaned, something I had never done before, and I saw Todd staring at me. He had his pants off, and one hand was firmly gripping his raging erection. Teena motioned him over, and for a minute I thought she was going to let him fuck her, but Todd slid his cock into my mouth. I began to suck it, and he slid it smoothly in and out of my mouth. Teena sucked on my nipple, licking it and nipping it, tugging on it very gently, and continued to slide her finger in and out of my cunt. Soon my hips were wildly bucking in time to Teena’s finger, and I was moaning around Todd’s cock. Teena suddenly stopped finger fucking me, and left. Seconds after she left, Todd groaned loudly and thrust into my mouth, blowing his load. It slid down my throat, warm and gooey, tasting vaguely salty. I tried to sit up and look for Teena, wanting her magic fingers in me again, but Todd held me firmly to the table. Suddenly a blindfold was passed over my eyes and tied firmly in place. My hands were gripped and pulled off the edge of the table, tied by a long rope wrapped under the table, and my legs were spread and tied, with my ass and cunt just off the edge. I was blind and paralysed, and to make things even worse, I had earmuffs put on me. I was totally helpless, but I was wetter than ever before. Suddenly my stomach was gently caressed by a cock. It was throbbing and moist, and I wanted it in me. The cock moved up and was rubbed between my breasts, while someone pushed them together. It slid further up, parting my open lips, sliding in and out for a few minutes, then leaving, travelling back down. My hips were thrashing about by now, my cunt sopping and begging to be fucked. The cock paused at my belly again, moving in slow circles. I could only move a couple of inches, but when the cock tickled at my pubic hair, I thrashed up as hard as I could and the cock slid down into my cunt, rubbing at the clit. I gasped and thrashed up again, this time dragging the cock nearly into my open slit. I was shaking with anticipation. I knew I would get off tonight, I was so wet and horny. I had never felt this way before, every movement was so erotic, so sensual. Suddenly the cock was sliding up and down my slit, caressing my anus, moving up to my clit, throbbing there for a moment, moving back down to my anus. This continued until I thought I was going to scream but no sound was uttered. In fact, no one had made a sound since Todd had moaned when he came. I grunted softly as the cock finally penetrated me. It slid slowly in and out of my cunt, hard firm thrusts that came all the way out and teased my clit, then went all the way in and hit my cervix opening. I pushed back as hard as I could, and moaned and grunted. After a few minutes, not nearly enough in my opinion, the cock left my cunt. It rested against my clit for a moment, throbbing softly, causing me to moan loud enough for the neighbours to hear. I hoped none of them would take it into their head to see what was going on, for it would have been a strange sight. Me tied to the kitchen table, with my boyfriend fucking me, a goddess of a woman standing over me, probably masturbating, and giving whispered instructions. Then the cock pulled away, and probing fingers replaced it. I assumed this must be Teena again, for the fingers worked magic on me. I could feel two, then three sliding into me, pulling apart, and rubbing, coming back together. Then a mouth was on my clit. The tongue danced in circles, never quite touching my clit, causing me to moan and shudder. I was near orgasm, I could feel it. Teeth pulled at my clit as the fingers in my cunt kept moving around. Suddenly there was another finger penetrating my anus. I gave a little shriek and thrust down onto the finger, and then a mouth and a hand were on my breasts. I felt my cunt clamping on the fingers, preparing to cum, and then the teeth pulling at my clit stopped pulling and lips closed around them. The mouth started humming and the slight vibrations sent me over the edge. I screamed as a long desired orgasm tore through my body. I thrust up so hard that the ties on my ankles, which turned out to be bandanas, ripped and set my lower body free. The mouth and fingers on my cunt moved with me, and I kept cumming and cumming as those tender little vibrations set me off. I came for almost 5 minutes, and then passed out.

When I awoke, I was untied and had a blanket wrapped around me. Todd was standing over me, a huge erection pointing at my face, and Teena stood on the other side. She had on a strap-on and I smiled at her, knowing she was the cock that brought me so much joy. Teena took the strap-on off and offered it to me. I accepted it, knowing it meant that I would get her off next. But that is another story.

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CHAPTER 2      A New Dynamic

 

I get up from the table and say “We should all clean up.  I’ll clean up from dinner while you all go shower off.  If you want to shower together, that’s fine, use the big walk-in in our bedroom.  But nooo fucking.  This is something we can share together, and besides, I want to be there the first time you girls fuck your father, if you choose to.  Do you girls want to have your father’s cock up inside you?”

They both shake their heads vigorously, and Dan gets a huge grin on his face.

“Well, for now, you can blow him and eat each other’s pussies if you’d like.”

Dan’s cock starts getting hard again hearing this.  They all nod in agreement & head up the stairs.  The entire room smells of sex.  I clean up the dinner table and mop the floor.  After I’m finished, I head upstairs to join the family in the shower.

As I enter the master bedroom, the site before me hits me like sledgehammer.

The master bath is more like an additional space in the master bedroom than a separate room.  When you walk into the bedroom, which is 15’ deep x 25’ wide with a 12’ ceiling, the king size bed is on your left, with night stands on both sides, and an armoire in the far left corner.  We have a 50” plasma TV in there.  My dresser is on the left wall, its left side up against the interior wall the headboard is against.  It’s one of those long one’s with a full length mirror attached to it.  There is a large window between my dresser & the armoire.  To the right of the armoire, on the back wall, is a 6’ wide picture window that looks out on the backyard & pool.  To the right of the window is Dan’s dresser.  To the right of Dan’s dresser is a wall, which extends from the back wall 6’ towards the room entrance wall.  This wall is the left wall of the walk-in closet, which is 8’ wide.  To the right of the right-side closet wall is the toilet.  A few feet to the right of that, in the right outside corner of the room, is a linen closet.  The walls in the bath area are stone tile.  Right of the linen closet, coming back towards the front of the room, is a double vanity on the right room wall.  Right of the vanity is the walk-in shower. The shower is raised, so you have to walk up 4 steps to get into it.  It has a floor that is at the same level as the vanity surface.  The shower area is 6’ deep by 10’ long, with clear Plexiglas walls.  When you walk into it, you are facing the right wall 6’ away from you.  You turn to your right to actually enter the shower area.  There is a tiled-in bench 30” deep x 18” high that runs the length of the shower along the right wall. There are multiple shower heads along the right & front walls.  Next to the shower is a large tiled-in hot tub that sits at the same level as the shower floor.  So if you’re in the hot tub, you’re looking at the feet of anyone in the shower, through the Plexiglas wall between you. There is no wall between the bedroom area and the raised tub, so you can be in the bed and see what’s going on in the bath area.  The entire room floor is covered in stone tile, simply transitioning from one color to another as you move from the bed to the bath area.

What I see before me gets me immediately wet.  June is lying on the shower floor on her back.  Dawn is squatting over her, getting her pussy eaten thoroughly.  In front of Dawn stands Dan, getting the blowjob of his life.

I casually walk in and turn on the water for the hot tub.  Dan gives me a lascivious smile, and gestures for me to join them.  I shake my head no, and proceed to add bubble bath & seltzers to the tub.  After the tub is full, I turn on the massage jets and climb in.  I like my baths hot, and it takes me a minute to settle into the very warm water.  As I settle in, I get comfortable in one of the molded-in seats with the jets built into the bottom.  My back is to the bedroom, so I’m facing the shower and catching the full show.  I adjust one of the jets between my legs so it shoots right onto my pussy and clit.  I start to masturbate while continuing to watch my family pleasure each other.

After a good 10 minutes of Dawn’s slow ministrations, Dan starts to clench his jaw; and I know he’s about to cum.  I increase the rhythm on my own efforts, hoping to cum with Dan.  He tries to pull back; but Dawn pulls him in deeper, driving the head of his cock way past her throat.  Dan blows his load, and Dawn doesn’t even have to swallow.  I climax right after, ramming as much of my hand as I can into my pussy, riding it for all it’s worth.  At the same time, Dawn has a crashing orgasm; and gushes her juices all over June’s face.  After she calms down, Dawn stands up, so June can get off of the floor.  They all take a minute to relax sitting on the bench.

“June, dear, would you mind tearing yourself away and joining me in the tub?  It seems like you got the short end of the stick in that situation; and I’d like to take care of that,” I say.

June gives me a smirk & steps out of the shower.  She starts to get into the tub; but pulls her foot back out, surprised.

“Wow, that’s hot.”

“Oh, sorry.  I like my baths very warm.  It’s more relaxing that way.  The last time you girls and I shared a bath you were very young; and I didn’t make your bathwater nearly this warm.  Now that you know what to expect, why don’t you try again, but go slowly.  Your body will adjust.”

June starts to put her left foot back into the water.  She just holds it a few inches under water until she gets used to it.  She then puts her entire left leg into the tub, stopping to let it adjust to the temperature.  Her pussy is only an inch above the water, spread open because one leg is in and one is out.  I playfully bring my foot up from under her & wiggle my big toe between her pussy lips.  She squeals in surprise; but then grabs my foot and drives in deeper into her pussy, as she continues to stand there.

“It’s been long enough,” I say.  “You should start working on getting the rest of you into the tub.”

I pull my foot out of her pussy as I talk.  She gives me a disappointed look, but swings her right over and puts her foot into the tub.  After another minute, both legs are fully in the tub, and June starts to settle herself down into the water.  I reinsert my foot into her lovebox, while she continues to settle deeper into the water.  As she gets deeper into the tub, she is able to spread her legs further apart and still support herself.  Removing my foot from her pussy, I move off of my seat into a squatting position in front of June.  I start finger fucking her with one hand, while I play with her asshole with my other.  June gasps.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?  I’m fingering your asshole.  Don’t you like it?”

“Well, I’m not sure. It feels good, but weird.”

“There are a lot of nerves around the anus.  It’s very sensitive.  I personally love it when your father plays with my ass.  It sends me into orbit.  Just relax and enjoy.”

This whole time, Dawn & Dan are just sitting on the bench watching & listening, stroking each others sexes slowly and tenderly.

As I continue to play with June’s holes, she settles the rest of her body into the water, though I’ve pretty much been holding her lower half just below the surface, so now she’s basically floating below the surface, with her tits sticking out above the water.  She starts to moan as I continue my ministrations.  I move both hands to her ass cheeks, raise her pussy out of the water; and bury my face in her snatch.  As I eat her pussy and suck on her clit, I slide my left hand over towards her ass crack, and slide my middle finger up into her ass.  She lets out a squeak as her eyes open wide; and then relaxes with a contented smile on her face.  I work my finger further in, and rub on the back wall of her pussy from inside her ass. She starts to buck; and I quicken the pace of my sucking and licking.  After less than a minute of this sexual barrage her pussy convulses and sprays me with her juices.  I lap them up like a thirsty puppy.  Once she comes down, I remove my finger from her ass & lower her body back into the water.

“How was that?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“That was amazing!” she gushes.  I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense orgasm in my life!”

“Never overlook the pleasures available to you through the back door,” I respond.  “And I’m not talking about our pool.”

Everyone laughs, and I gesture to Dan and Dawn to join us in the hot tub.  Dan gets in fairly quickly, as he is used to sharing my baths with me on occasion, though he prefers the water a little more tepid.  Dawn takes a while getting in, going through the same motions as June to get used to the water.  June plays with Dawn’s pussy while she’s getting in, but just enough to tease, not crank her up.  Once we’re all settled, the conversation turns back to the upcoming vacation with the Larsen’s.

“So, are there any questions or concerns anyone has about our vacation?” Dan opens.

“I’m just glad I’ll get a better look at Mr. Larsen’s, I mean Bill’s, cock,” Dawn offers.

“A better look?” Dan asks.

“I’ll fill you in later, honey,” I interject.  “Nothing major.  Dawn told me about it years ago.”

We’re all silent for a few moments, when June speaks up.

“What about Diane seeing us naked?” June asks.  “She doesn’t do anything with her bush, & might be put off by our bare pussies…and her daughter’s.”

Diane’s daughter, Jessica, is 5’2”, 110#, and kind of skinny.  She has a 32B chest with dark brown cone shaped nipples.  She has 30” hips and a 26” waist.  She is very cute and has her mother’s darker complexion.

“Jessica’s pussy is bald too?” Dan asks, lust behind the question.

“Like the day she was born,” Dawn interjects.  “June and I have had Jessie over lots of times for naked swimming.  The first time she was over a few years ago, she saw that June was bald, and asked about it.  She just assumed that I hadn’t gotten my bush in yet.  We told her that we got our pussies waxed once a month; but we didn’t tell her about Mom.  We weren’t sure she would be OK with Jessie knowing she waxed her pussy.  She asked if Mom was cool with it; and we just told her that she was.  Anyway, she seemed to accept it as just the way things were; but she wasn’t interested in removing the hair from her own pussy.”

June picked up the story.

“So, about a year ago, Dawn, Jessie, and I are out by the pool getting some sun in the buff.  Out comes Mom in her birthday suit to join us, not knowing Jessie had come over.  I think she was out running errands or something.  Anyway, Mom sees Jessie and stops short of her lounge chair.  She says ‘Oh, hi Jessica.  I didn’t realize you were over.’  Jessie immediately notices that Mom’s pussy is bare.  She stares right at it!  Mom didn’t seem to know what to say, so she just sat down on her chair & grabbed some baby oil.  While Mom was applying the baby oil, Jessie is looking at us like ‘why didn’t you tell me your mom is bald?’  It was kinda funny. 

So Jessie gets up out of her seat and actually goes over to talk to Mom.  Mom’s still rubbing the oil into her skin, and had just gotten down to her pussy.  She stopped rubbing it in and asked Jessie if she had a question about the fact that her pubic mound was bare.  Both Dawn and I laughed loudly.  We told Mom that no one calls it their pubic mound; we all call it a pussy.  ‘I didn’t know what Jessie called it, and didn’t want to offend,’ Mom said.  Mom gave us an angry glance and turned her attention back to Jessie.  ‘So, Jessie, what can I tell about my bald pussy?’ she asked.  ‘Why do you wax it?’ Jessie wanted to know.  Mom went back to rubbing the baby oil into her skin, starting to work on her pussy.  ‘Well, for one thing, it feels better and cleaner when I can rub the baby oil directly into the skin instead of through pubic hair.  I also find that it improves sex with Dan, as it makes my skin more sensitive.  Does that answer your question?’  ‘Yea…thanks Mrs. Anderson.’ Was all Jessie could say.  Dawn and I started laughing again.  Jessie came back over and sat down.  Later, after Mom went back inside, she told us she thought it was really cool that Mom had been so honest with her, and that after seeing a bald pussy on an adult, she had decided she’d like to try it after all.  I asked her what she thought her Mom would think.  She told us that her Mom never saw her naked, because of the common bathroom between her and Nick’s room that she uses.  The next day Dawn took her down to see Georgette at the salon and had it all removed.  She goes once a month now, just like us.  Diane still doesn’t know about it.”

“I’m not sure why I didn’t think of this before, but why don’t you ask Jessie to start coming with us on our girls’ days out?  She can get her wax done with the rest of us & hang out at the pool afterward,” I suggest.

“But Mom,” Dawn whines, “After today, I was looking forward to eating your freshly waxed pussy out by the pool after our next waxing.  I can’t do that with Jessie there.”

“Why not?  You don’t know that.  Jessie may not mind at all.  As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted a little taste of my juices herself.  I catch her quite often staring at my pussy when I’m rubbing baby oil into it.”

“No shit!?” June exclaims.  “Wow. I never noticed.”

“Observation skills are not either of you girls’ strong suits.  You get that from your father.”

Dan splashes some water at me and everyone relaxes further into the warm water.  We spend the next half hour just soaking in the heat & enjoying each other’s company in silence, totally spent physically and sexually.

“Let’s get out of the tub before we all stew,” I suggest.

As we’re getting out, Dawn asks a question.

“Can we sleep with you and Dad tonight?”

“No, I don’t think so.  We all know where that will lead; and I for one need a good night’s sleep.  You all have exhausted my poor pussy.  It needs a rest.” I say with a smile.  “But let’s try to be naked at much as possible around the house and backyard for the rest of the week. I also want us to start using the master bath exclusively for everything but using the toilet.  The other bathrooms are fine for that.  The closer proximity while doing mundane tasks like brushing teeth, shaving, applying make-up, etc., should help us acclimate to each others bodies without being in a constant state of sexual arousal.  I think it will help everyone get comfortable being naked around each other at the cabin quicker if our family already is.  Also, unless there are any objections, sex between family members can be instigated by any one, at any time, anywhere in the house for the rest of this week, as long as it doesn’t interfere with getting our house jobs done.  Sharing one bathroom should help facilitate some of that also, since we’ll be sharing the walk-in shower.”  There are big grins and giggles by everyone.

“But again, if you either of you want to fuck Dad, you need to make sure I’m around, so I can watch, at least the first time.  After that, fuck him at will.”

Dawn & June get huge grins on their faces, and Dan looks like his dick is going to explode…again.  I don’t really think he has anything left to blow, though.  He looks like he needs a recharge even more than I do.

As the girls leave to go watch some TV before bed, Dan asks me what I think we  should do about Diane and the 4 bald pussies she is about to meet.

“Hmm…Maybe I should have a talk with Diane before this weekend,” is my only response.

 Kinda sucks were're both married I said. She pulled in this alley right behind her house. She shut the car off and kissed me and I returned the favor with a deeper kiss. " Nobody needs to know" she said and put her hand on my now swollen cock. "DAMN" she gasped. Seven? Eight and as big as your wrist I replied.

  I had her shirt pulled up and her bra folded under her massive titties and sucked on them like a newborn. Her tits definitly overshodowed her belly which was a good thing. She shimmied out of her shorts and her pussy scent filled the air. I reclined the seat and she took my cock down her throat till she gagged. She brought her head up swirling her tounge around my shaft. My dick grew even bigger. Now at its full lenght and gurth she had a hard time deepthroating me.

 She sucked my dick for what seemed like an hour. All the while she had a tight squeeze on my balls whith her hand. She pulled her head off my dick with a saliva induced "SSSLuURP!" She gatherd all the spit she had left and and let it fly all over my prick. " I need that in my pussy NOW!" she said. "And don't hold back!" Her window was rolled down so she leaned out the window so her head and fat tits were hanging out. Her left leg was on her seat and her right leg was by the shifter. I had a perfect view of a big ass and a camel toe.

 I positioned myself and guided about 5" in her cunt. OOOOHHH! she cried out. I made about 10 slow strokes and then fed her all 8 1/2" in one  very hard thrust! OHHHH FUCCKKK! She gasped. Knowing we've been gone awhile I know what I had to do. I grabbed two hands full of her big ass and started to jackhammer the shit out of her. "FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK THAT BIG TIGHT PUSSY!" FUCK YOUR SISTER-IN -LAW GOOD YOU SONOFABITCCHHHH!!!" God damn i'm cumminnnggg she screamed. I stuck 2 fingers up her ass and she came 3 more times. I was now fucking her so hard her fat ass titties were beet red frome slappin the side of the car. I couldn't hold back much longer so I said" Do you swallow bitch?"  "for you billy!"  She yelled. I pulled out and her tight beat up cunt slurpped pretty loud. I pulled her the rest of the way back in the car a positioned her for a good throat fucking.

 I rested her head on the door and grabbed for the roof. She opened her mouth and I plunged in full force. I fucked the hell out of the face just as i did her fat pussy. I was so turned on by all the spit flying around and how sloppy it sounded. I couldn't take nomore and unleashed the beast. Seven huge fucking hot loads of man juice right down her throat. She could'nt handle it all and gagged about half back up and spit it in the floor. As we drove back her new car now smelled of sweet pussy juice and cum. Hope the brother-in law dosen't drive it much I thought to myself.

Then Victoria walked over and pulled down her jeans and sat on my face I plunged my tongue deep into her tight pussy and she yelped, I licked all inside her pussy while I pinched and flicked her clit with my hand that wasn't on her Mum's tits. Victoria came about 2 minutes into me licking her out all over my face she got of and kissed my face clean. They both went up to bed and I went to sleep satisfied...To be continued.

I just looked down at her and nodded. She said, “Now drop your pants and sit down”.

I did as ordered by this little 13-year-old mistress. She walked over to where I was sitting and took my cock in her hands. I immediately started growing at her touch. She started stroking my cock slowly but with a firm grip. I got hard and was oozing pre-cum when I leaned back and closed my eyes. She reached up and slapped me and said,

“Open your eyes and look at me.

You’re going to watch every stroke”. She started stroking faster and faster. Her tiny hands were a blur as I felt the pressure building in my balls. I was so close when she stopped.

She said, “Oh no, not yet”. She told me to lay on the floor on my back. I did as she commanded then watched wide eyed as she stripped off her pants and panties. She had the most beautiful tiny hairless cunt I had ever seen. She stood over me straddling my head with one foot on either side while I just stared up at her little pussy. Just then she let go a stream of piss right in my face. It hit me in the mouth before I could close it and close my eyes as she pissed on me.

My cock was ready to explode on its own. She turned around to show me the most perfect round ass I have ever seen. It was flawless. She squatted down over my face putting that perfect ass right on my mouth. She ordered me to lick her ass hole. I guess she didn’t realize I didn’t need any encouragement as I stuck my tongue out to taste her wonderful ass hole. I started licking and sucking for all I was worth. I felt her start grinding her ass down on my mouth and heard her moan quietly.

I started to reach up to her tits when she smacked my cock really hard. She told me not to move just keep licking her ass. My cock was standing up rock hard and ready to explode.. She started moving her hips more and moaning. She was getting close to coming. Then she really pushed her ass down on my face and started yelling,

“Oh my god I’m going to cum. Eat my ass pervert, eat it all up.”. Then she stiffened and actually had a great squirting orgasm. Her cum shot across my stomach and hit my cock. When I felt that that was enough. My cock shot off with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. The first shot must have gone 6 feet straight up, followed by at least a dozen weaker shots.

I was exhausted and totally spent. She just sat there on my face catching her breath. When she finally got up she started putting her pants on but handed me her little panties. She said, “This is your reward for doing a great job”. With that she smiled and said, “See you tomorrow”. As she left I couldn’t help thinking, I’m being dominated and controlled by a beautiful 13-year-old girl that just gave me the most incredible orgasm of my life. I couldn’t help but smile and wonder what “punishment” I would receive tomorrow.

Part 3 coming soon

I am a 45 year old Married man with 2 sons who are 8 years and 12 years old and I work 5 Days a week in our local Bank.  In my spare time I like to get out and about with my wife and sons, either hill walking or out for a day in the countryside.

It was coming up to my older sons Birthday on the following Saturday and I was looking forward to taking the Family out for the day in the countryside.  The Day before my wife came to me and said that Stu did not want to go out on his birthday but that he wanted a Birthday Party instead and that she had agreed to it.  Not only that but had already made arrangements and had sent out invitations to the boys and Girls that Stu wanted to his party.  To say I was gutted is an understatement, there I was Looking forward to a great day on the hill with the wind in my face and now I would be stuck in the house with a crowd of Screaming Kids.  ARGHH!! My worst nightmare.

Saturday dawned and the Birthday Boy was running around mad and never noticed I was like a Bear with a sore head.  He opened his presents that we gave him and he was delighted with the Mountain Bike that we had bought him.  The afternoon zoomed in and before I knew it the Birthday Guests were arriving.  Most of them were Stu’s friends but there were one or two Brothers and Sisters of his friends, some were a bit older and some were a bit younger.  So there was quite a mixture of Kids aged from 9 years to 14 years and about 80% Boys and 20% Girls.

I kept out of the way most of the time and I did not have to do much as my wife had arranged for some of the Mothers to come and help out.  I was standing looking at the food on the table when one of the Moms saw me and shouted,

“Look there is Stu’s Dad, come on everyone grab hold of him and Tickle him.”

Before I knew what was happening I was jumped upon by at least a Dozen Kids of ages and I was dragged to the ground.  More piled on top of me and hands roamed all over and started to tickle me in lots of different places.  The only thing I could do was to tickle as many of the Kids as I could, I struggled and reached around bodies and tickled Boys and Girls under their arms and their necks and any where I could reach.  After about 5 minutes most had had enough but I was still being attacked by 3 Boys and one Girl.  Someone shouted that there was a new game going to start in the garden and for everyone to go outside.  The 3 Boys got off me and wet out and the last one closed the door and left me alone with the Girl who was sitting on my Stomach.

I looked at here and I realised I knew her, she was the Sister of Stu’s best friend and her name was Lucy.  Lucy I knew was a year Older than her Brother who was 12 so this made her 13 Years old.  I struggled up on one elbow and I asked her,

“Don’t you want to go outside and play that Pirate game with the rest of them”  She shook her head and said “No I think it is more fun Tickling you” So saying she twisted and started to tickle me all over again.  I did the only thing I could and I tickled her back and soon she was giggling so much she could hardly move.  She made a sudden move to get away from my tickling fingers and she was lying on her back and she did a back flip and landed facing the other way, but the result was that her skirt went over her head and all I could see was her Pink Panties.  She had slipped out from my hands and she lay there gasping for breath not caring that I could see her Panties.  I said to her “Do you give up cos if you don’t I will have to tickle you again”  Through Gasps of air she blurted out a NO so I grabbed her waist above her Panties and I gently squeezed her bare skin.  She lifted her head and looked down, smiled and lay back down again.  

Oh I thought and I started to softly stroke her skin above her panties and I played with her belly button.  Her breathing was getting quieter and I looked at her face and she was lying there with her eyes closed and with a small smile on her face.  I slowly let my hand slide down over her panties and down to the crotch.  When my hand touched her bare leg she let her legs fall open wide and I could see her slit faintly through the thin material.  I traced the outline of her slit through her panties and gently pressed and I played with her Pussy as I slowly traced my fingers up and down.  I could faintly whiff the aroma of light musk and as I fondled her Pussy through her Panties and I could feel that they were getting slightly damp. 

In the distance I could hear the squeals of laughter from outside as all the other Kids were playing Pirates and to my Horror that were getting louder.  So I stopped playing with Lucy’s Pussy and I flipped down her skirt.  I was just in time as just then in burst my youngest son and he in an excited voice said that the Magician was here and that if I wanted to see him I should go outside now, and he ran out again.  To be honest I don’t think he even saw Lucy who was still lying on the floor.  I was kneeling beside her and I put my arms under her and I lifted her so that she was standing.  She was so small that even though I was kneeling she was still smaller than I was.  I looked at her and said “ Did you like me tickling you like that”  She smiled and nodded her head, so I asked, “Would you like me to do that again?” She nodded and said “Yes, it gave me a warm feeling in my tummy and it felt nice”

“OK” I said, “If you want me to play with you and tickle you in that special way it must be our secret, can you keep a secret?”  With a Big Grin she Nodded her head and exclaimed “ OOO Yes Please”  I was smiling now and I lent forward and whispered in her ear “Good that is a deal then, we will keep this a secret just between us two and then when  we are alone we can have some fun.  But you must never ever tell anyone, do you Promise?”   Lucy Nodded her head again and whispered loudly in my ear, “I promise I wont tell anyone not even my Teddy”  I turned my head and I gently kissed her on her cheek and she put her arms around my neck and she gave me a Hug.  I stood up and took her hand we went outside to watch the Magician. 

After he had finished the party broke up and before she left Lucy came over to me and said that she had enjoyed the party and then whispered to me that she would sneak off school for a day if I wanted her to, so we could play together.

To Be Continued

 

I should break your scrawny neck, boy.

 

“Ye-ah. That’s what I thought. Keep on walkin’. Pussy.”

 

The man grunts, ignoring the child’s prattle. There was a time when he acted much the same way, and if the boy wasn’t so annoying, his bravado might almost be amusing.

 

“Hey!” The boy peers at the boxes, curious. “What’choo got there, man? Huh?”

 

Exasperating child. Go home.

 

A puff of steam escapes the man’s lips into the chill air. He compresses his lips into a tight, pale line, getting control of himself. He awkwardly balances the boxes on a raised knee and gropes for the heavy key ring that jangles from his belt. The man lists from side to side and bounces on the ball of his foot, struggling to keep his balance.

 

The boxes stay put, and he unlocks the door and kicks it open.

 

“Hey! You spic fuck! I asked you a question! Hey! Hey!”

 

The man tumbles inside and sets the boxes on the floor, then quickly shuts the flimsy wood door and locks the deadbolt, blocking out the boys’ vulgarity. He wipes his hands and stretches, then walks through the tiny, one-bedroom apartment and pulls down the window blinds before he switches on the kitchen light.

 

A spark shoots from the bare light bulb that dangles from the ceiling. The man squints as the light flickers and slowly illuminates the meager room. He rubs his stubby fingers over a thick, black mustache and the bristly stubble covering his chin and neck.

 

When his eyes adjust to the dim light, he unclips a folding knife from his belt and cuts through the packing tape. He puts away the knife, opens the flaps of the larger box, and digs around until he finds a small instruction manual.

 

The man pulls out the contents of each box and organizes the equipment on a cheap Formica dining table, setting up a desktop computer as he reads the manual. He disconnects a cheap phone and an answering machine and plugs a cord into the modem slot on the back of the computer. The man grins and shrugs out of his faded green fatigue jacket, and carefully places it on the back of a rickety old dinette chair. He takes a black plastic shopping bag from the counter, sets it next to him on the table, and sits down on the edge of the chair, pulling a ream of white printer paper from the bag. He inserts a bit into the top of a new printer, and watches the monitor screen, tapping his foot expectantly on the peeling vinyl floor, and waits.

 

Dark. No power.

 

The little man frowns and checks the manual again. He matches the diagrams in the manual to the buttons on each machine and pokes the on/off buttons for the hard drive and the monitor.

 

Nothing.

 

Puzzled, the man flips through the manual again, then stands and peers around in the boxes. He smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand and swears.

 

 He pulls out two bundled power cords that were hidden away in the packing material. He plugs them into an electrical outlet on the baseboard, next to the phone line.

 

 He pushes the power button again and his lined face breaks into a smile as the hard drive whines and rattles. The computer blinks on, booting up. The smile grows and he turns on the printer, then reaches behind him and takes several folded pieces of yellow legal paper from his jacket pocket. He smoothes them out on the table and moves the mouse around on its pad, getting a feel for it. He pulls a diskette from the bag, locates the drive it fits into, and clicks on one of the little pictures on the screen. He jumps a bit, then smiles happily as the modem blasts to life.

 

The man follows the directions written on the paper, pecking carefully away at the keyboard, and sets up an anonymous email account. When he finishes, he rubs his moist palms off on his pant legs and pulls a rumpled porno magazine from the bag, a locally published magazine that he’d purchased at a strip club the night before. He chews on his lip and flips to the back, searching the advertisements and ignoring the lewd pictures of the naked women and the naked men, until he finds the particular add he’s looking for.

 

The man grins again, reads more of his notes, and pecks away until a website appears in the monitor. He leans over the table and scans the magazine ad intently, comparing the print from the page to the picture the screen.

 

He mouths the words that are lushly scripted in black and gold against a field of satin pink.

 

Fantasies, Inc.

 

A small framed photo sits on the counter next to him. The photo is a picture of a family of three, a father, a wife and a baby daughter, all smiling for the camera. Happy.

 

The man smiles sadly at the photo.

 

Soon, my brother. All will be made right.      

 

He uses the mouse to click on the words, and the screen changes. He leans closer to the screen, reading.

 

Your fantasies, all fantasies, no matter how big or how small, brought to life.

 

He clicks the mouse, scrolling down further.

 

We specialize in fulfilling the kinky and cute, the timid or the daring, the loving or the deranged; reward or revenge - whatever you desire, no matter how sweet or how perverted, can and will be yours with Fantasies, Inc..

 

The man sits back in his chair, rubbing his hands nervously. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out his breath in a whoosh. He leans forward again.

 

This site is for adults only.

 

Fantasies, Inc. is not a porn site, an escort service, theater or any type of performance art.

 

We are a multi-billion dollar global organization, specializing in the ultimate in sex and revenge fantasy fulfillment. We exist to help realize all types of real-life sex fantasies for our clientele. We accept projects that range from the ordinary and mundane to the most criminal and unusual. Therefore, please be aware that certain types of our projects may be illegal in many parts of the world, and that real, ordinary people – adults and children, friends, family, business associates, etc. – can and will be unknowingly incorporated into each, special project, as dictated by the project description.

 

Fantasies, Inc. accepts no responsibility for any legal action resulting from any or all accepted projects. All scenarios submitted for development are considered strictly confidential and will be shared internally only, on a need-to-know basis.

 

Payment must be submitted as a cash transfer, half in advance with the balance due upon completion of each project. No other forms of payment will be accepted. 

 

Once the submission has been accepted, the customer will be notified with a general time-line as to when the fantasy will begin. Once started, each customer will receive regular instructions and updates until the conclusion of the scenario. You may submit an original fantasy or choose from our large database of completely customizable options. For the perfect fantasy experience, please be as specific and detailed as possible when submitting your scenario for consideration.

 

The wait time for new fantasies to be evaluated is currently an approximate six months to a year from the current date. Projects begin immediately after acceptance.

 

Satisfaction is guaranteed, or your money back.

 

Would you like us to make your fantasy come true? Yes/no.

 

The man decides and clicks on Yes. The screen changes again, showing more conditions and terms. Boilerplate. He reads it all, slowly and carefully, types a bit, then clicks on I Agree. The computer processes the information, and another page loads. This page is broken into sections.

 

Choose your fantasy.

 

Generate your own from our fully customizable database, provide a complete description of your own, intimate offering, or choose to experience someone else’s hidden desire from one of our many, most popular experiences.

 

The man licks his lips, and clicks on Custom, then, Personal.

 

Now to decide: Sugar or Spice, Naughty or Nice?

 

A cute-as-a-button girl in pig-tails and dressed in a tight Catholic school girl uniform sucks on an oversized lollipop, hovering above the sugar and the nice words, flirting shamelessly. The same girl, now dressed as a black-leather clad bondage queen and brandishing a bullwhip, spits and snarls above the spice and naughty words. There’s a little check box next to each word. The man considers his options and checks both the Spice and the Naughty boxes. The screen changes again.

 

Okay. Let’s begin.

 

***

 

Sharon Chapman jumped in her leather chair when her cell phone rang, startled.

 

Oh, Jesus, she thought, and glanced at the clock on her desk.

 

Ten forty-five.

 

I completely lost track of time.

 

She peered out her office window. A light frosting of snow had built up in the corners of the glass.

 

When did it start to snow? Sharon wasn’t sure.

 

As she reached for her phone, she realized that she hadn’t heard the office phones ring at all that evening.

 

Strange.

 

She thought Michelle had told her that they’d been fixed. But then again, she might not have noticed the phone ring anyway. Sharon knew that she had a tendency to let herself get wrapped up in her work, to the point that she’d tune out everyone and everything around her. And she’d been pretty focused on this new client’s case since she’d come into the office that afternoon.

 

But hadn’t she signed for the bill before everybody left? She was vaguely aware that Debbie asked her to sign some sort of paperwork.

 

God. Now the memory starts to go, too. I don’t feel that old.

 

Sharon was still trying to remember if she’d signed a work order or what, when she picked up her phone, pushed the on button, and cleared her throat.

 

“Hello? This is Sharon.”

 

“Mom?” said a tinny voice. “Is that you? It’s Amy.”

 

“Sweetie?”

 

“Hi. Sorry to call this late.”

 

Sharon thought her daughter sounded tired, but she didn’t say it. Instead, she slipped off her tiny, wire-rimmed bifocals, folded them neatly and set them on the papers she’d been reading. God, she hated those glasses. She knew they were necessary now; without them, she was pretty much blind as a bat. She hated turning fifty. Getting older completely pissed her off; it was a waste of her time.

 

Sharon leaned back in her chair, stretching. The soft leather creaked as she settled in. She pressed the phone back to her ear. “S’okay. How are you?”

 

“Good, Mom. Great.” Pause. “You’re burning the midnight oil tonight.”

 

A statement, not a question. Sharon nodded. “New client.” Amy never failed to let her know when she thought Sharon was working too much. “This is a difficult one.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Domestic violence. There are kids involved. Anne and I are trying to work out a settlement. We’ve got a court date scheduled right after the holidays.”

 

“Oh.” Pause. “How is Ms. Laird?” Cold.

 

“Annie’s fine, too.”

 

Amy was quiet a moment. Even after all these years, she still had a tough time talking about Sharon’s work, and their past. When Amy was three, Sharon’s ex-husband, Mike, had left them, running away to the sunny beaches of Rio with another woman who was barely out of diapers. He withdrew all the money from their bank account, leaving Sharon completely broke and in massive debt. She’d taken Mike to court, trying to get some help; alimony or child support.

 

Something – anything to help.

 

But he never paid a dime. Sharon quickly ran out of her meager savings, and she had no other family to turn to for help. For the next few years, she scrimped and saved, working two jobs, scratching and clawing to make a better life for her daughter.

 

There were hard times, and worse times.

 

But Sharon managed to put herself through law school, swearing that if she could make it, she would do whatever it took to help other women who were stuck in the same sort of ugly situations. It was in law school that Sharon met Anne Laird, who would later become her partner and closest friend.

 

In a particularly bad moment, Amy had made it clear that she didn’t care for Anne, or her relationship with Sharon.

 

Sharon tried to change the subject. “So, anyway. Enough of that. What are you up to? How’s Jenny?”

 

“Jenny’s great. She asks about you all the time.” Pause. “Sorry I’m calling so late. I tried to call you earlier, but the phones were out of service forever.”

 

Sharon looked at the framed pictures on her desk, of her daughter and her beautiful granddaughter, Jennifer. Without her glasses, they were all blurry. She thought she’d been able to see them okay yesterday.

 

God, this is frustrating..

 

“It’s all right, babe. No need to apologize. We’ve been having a little trouble with our phone lines.”

 

What the hell was wrong with them? Sharon had no idea. Must’ve been pretty bad for those guys to be here all day. Michelle probably had a coronary over the cost. The thought of Michelle made Sharon smile. How did we manage this office without her?

 

“Mom, look, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I…uh, well, we were all wondering if you’d like to fly down for Christmas. Jenny hasn’t seen you in a while, and Jeff’s folks are going to be staying with us over the weekend. I thought maybe you’d want to come too…”

 

Amy sounded uncomfortable, like she was asking because she was supposed to. Sharon didn’t think they would really want her over for the holiday, much less have her stay for an entire three-day weekend. Well, except for Jenny. Certainly not Jeff. 

 

They’d started off on a bad note when Amy introduced them on the night of their engagement party. Jeff had been drunkenly telling a horribly sexist joke, something about how many horny women it took to screw in a light bulb, when Sharon mentioned that she thought that men should be snipped and tied at puberty.

 

“I’d love to Sweetie, but this might not be the best time.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“I’ve got so much work right now…”

 

“But Jenny and I would really like for you to be here.” Another short pause. “And Jeff wants you to come too.”

 

Sharon tried not to snort at that last comment.

 

“Sweetie, your house is going to be packed full with Jeff’s parents staying there. I think…” Sharon rubbed at her eyes. “Listen. How about this: Jenny’s birthday’s in just a month. How about I come down then?”

 

“Really?” Amy sounded relieved.

 

“Sure. We can go do the theme parks.”

 

Sharon smiled.

 

Jenny loved roller-coasters, and so did she. They reminded her of how life really worked: up one minute, down the next, then right back up again. Life was a series of highs and lows.

 

Sharon’s favorite picture of Jenny, one of the pictures she kept on her desk, was of Jenny and her mom that had been snapped during a roller coaster ride. The picture was taken as they went through a double loop-de-loop. Jenny was grinning like only a twelve year old can grin: a huge, ear-to-ear, this-is-the best thing ever kind of grin. Amy looked terrified.

 

“Uh, okay. Sounds…fun.”

 

Maybe she wasn’t so relieved. Sharon chuckled.

 

They made small talk for a few more moments, and then Amy told Sharon that she should go home and get some sleep. Sharon wished her daughter a good night and told her to give Jenny a kiss and a hug for her, and they both hung up. The cell phone buzzed in Sharon’s hand, letting her know she had messages.

 

Wow. I must’ve been really out of it tonight. No idea I had other calls.

 

She pressed the auto-dial and listened to the messages. A couple of the calls were about business, but could wait until next week, after the holidays. Jenny had called once and left a short, terse message. So had Annie, asking her to drop by for dinner if she felt like it. She said she was dying for a pizza, and she thought she’d be getting home about seven.

 

Slightly annoyed, Sharon half-listened while Annie droned on and on, like a tired mother tolerating a child. Inwardly, she winced at the pleading tone in Annie’s voice, and stared blankly at the work on her desk, distracted. Annie mumbled something Sharon didn’t catch, and asked Sharon to give her a call later.

 

Sharon looked at the clock again and turned off her phone.

 

Too late to call now.

 

Afterwards, Sharon sat quietly and stared at the phone until she heard the soft chime that announced that someone was walking through the front door. A second later she heard a series of beeps, letting her know that the alarm system was being deactivated.

 

“Annie?” No answer. Sharon knew it probably wasn’t Annie; she never came to the office after work, unless it was an emergency. And she would never stop by without calling first, anyway. But, maybe… Sharon broke into a little smile. “Michelle? Is that you?

 

“Hallo?” answered a heavily accented voice from the foyer a moment later. “Who is it here?”

 

Sharon frowned for a second, slightly disappointed, but then shrugged. She slipped back on the high heels that she’d kicked off under her desk, and then stood and planted her fists in the small of her back, stretching until a series of loud pops ran along her spine. She stepped to her office door and pushed it open to find the custodian, Hector, at the alarm pad with his ever present bin of cleaning equipment.

 

“Hello, Hector,” she said, and gave him a little friendly wave and a smile.

 

Hector jumped about a foot in the air, grabbed a mop handle and waved it in her direction. When he saw who it was, he grinned sheepishly.

 

“Ahh. Miz Chapman.” He cleared his throat and put down the mop. “You scared me, a little.” He waved at the alarm pad. “The lights were on, but the…the alarm, it was turned on, too. I din’ know if an’one was still here.”

 

Sharon smiled at him and pulled her long, tan cashmere overcoat from the coat rack.

 

“I’m sorry Hector. I didn’t mean to startle you. Debbie armed the door when she left, so no one could sneak in.”

 

“Oh. Ho-kay.”

 

Sharon buttoned her coat and wrapped a light silk scarf around her neck. Annie had given her the scarf as a Christmas present a few years ago. Not much for the snow, but the weather forecast that morning had been for sunny skies with a warming trend, highs in the low 50’s. Sharon had dressed for her daily tennis match and brought a light business suit and a skirt to change into, after. She wondered how the hell she was going to manage to get to her car wearing her heels if there was snow or ice on the ground.

 

“I was just finishing up Hector. Everybody else has gone home for the night.”

 

“Staying late again, heh?”

 

“You know me.”

 

“Ehh, you say you always there for…for your people.” Hector smiled at her. His English was getting much better.

 

“Yes. Exactly.”

 

Sharon nodded at his grin and went back to her desk to shut off her laptop. She packed the computer away in her briefcase and tidied up; then locked her desk drawers and stepped out of the office with her briefcase in hand. She said good night to Hector, who was busy emptying the trash cans and filling them with new plastic bags. Sharon pulled on a pair of soft, brown leather gloves, and then searched her purse for her car keys.

 

“Hector, I’ll get out of your way. You’ll reset the alarm?” He nodded. “See you next week.”

 

“’Night, Miz Chapman.”

 

Sharon gave him another smile, and walked outside into the cold.

 

***

 

            The snow was just starting to stick, the wet pavement was still relatively free of ice, and the air felt brisk and clean. Even so, Sharon stepped carefully around a few ice-crusted puddles so she wouldn’t slip and beeped the remote key pad to her new Beamer. The door locks ka-chunked and the car alarm de-activated from yards away. She stepped around a big, white utility van.

 

Hector must be doing pretty well for himself, Sharon mused. He used to carry his supplies around in a beat up old pickup.

 

The van’s engine was still ticking, and steam evaporated from the hood. Sharon passed through a curtain of steam, then opened her car door and tossed her briefcase onto the passenger seat, pausing with her door open for a moment to enjoy the crisp winter air after being cooped up in her office for so long. She closed her eyes and let the snowflakes fall on her face. She looked up at the sky. The thick clouds were bright in the night sky, lit from behind by the moon, puffy like wispy balls of cotton.

 

Sharon stuck out her tongue, feeling like a child again. She giggled happily, like when she was a child making angels in the snow with her father. The snowflakes drifted into her open mouth, melted on her tongue.

 

She opened wide, and said, “Aaaahh.”

 

            Sharon looked back at her office. So much work, trying to help others.

 

She sighed, thinking of Amy and Jenny, and wondered where she’d gone wrong raising Amy. After all the crap the two of them had gone through together, how had Amy become exactly the kind of meek, abused woman Sharon had made her life’s work to try to help?

 

In Sharon’s mind, at some point Amy had become a victim. She was timid and withdrawn, co-dependent and clinging desperately to a cheating, drunken sham of a man who blatantly detested her. At least Jenny had spunk, thank God; she had a zest for life that Amy had never been able to muster. Sharon fervently hoped that Jenny could keep that spark safe so it could bloom and grow, and that life or her family wouldn’t pound it from her.

 

And me? She realized. Now I’ve no life for myself. The magical spell from a moment ago was suddenly broken.

 

Sharon reminded herself again that this is what she’d wanted, all the effort spent, the sacrifice, the sweat and tears. This was her life, not just her work. She and Anne had found the offices years ago, right after they’d passed the bar exams. They had both been working for a large downtown law firm, and were both miserable. Anne found the office when she’d taken a business lunch with a client, a dentist who was retiring. The building was way out in the ‘burbs, in a low-income side of town, as far from the ritzy downtown firms as they could get.

 

It was perfect.

 

That afternoon, Anne had returned from lunch, breathless and talking a mile-a-minute. Sharon remembered grinning like a fool; charmed by Anne’s exuberance. They made an appointment and went back to see the building that night, right after they got off work. They’d bought the property the next week. The dentist gave them a great price and let them rent to own the property, otherwise they never could’ve afforded to buy it. As soon as the ink dried on the contract, the dentist high-tailed off to Florida with his wife and Sharon and Anne moved in and began the tedious business of cleaning up, taking care of most of the renovations and repairs themselves to save money.

 

They’d been there ever since.

 

Over the years they’d added a few employees here and there: Debbie Jones, their receptionist, who had been one of their first clients, Hector Aria, who had been with them now for the last several years and who took care of all the general building maintenance. And finally, Michelle, their sharp new junior partner, who had joined the firm only a year or so ago, right out of law school.

 

Sharon smiled again thinking of Michelle, and actually blushed as a warm, smoky wetness spread between her legs.

 

Then her stomach growled. She looked down, patted it, and said, “Guess the snow might not be quite enough, huh?” Another series of growls. Insistent.

 

Must be remembering Anne’s request for a pizza dinner, Sharon decided. “Okay, okay. Let’s go get something to eat. Chicken salad sound all right?”

 

Growl.

 

Laughing to herself, Sharon snuck a last look up, then got in her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She never noticed the van as it started up, turned on its lights, and followed, slipping into traffic behind her.

 

***

 

            Sharon turned on her radio. Soft jazz filled the car, and she hummed along with the tunes. She eased to a stop at a red light, then turned north and drove for about a mile. The snow patted her windshield, creating little patterns, and then the wipers would flick the flakes away. She bobbed her head in time to the music, humming away, careful of the slick streets when she merged with the few other cars that were out, braving the weather.

 

A few minutes later, Sharon pulled into the slushy parking lot of a big, twenty-four hour grocery store. The lot was almost deserted, due to the hour or the snow, Sharon wasn’t sure. She pulled past some construction equipment that was blocking the first few rows of parking spots, sighed, and parked as close to the doors as she could, just next to an old, rusting Toyota. She shut off the lights and the wipers, turned off the ignition, and took her keys and her purse and stepped out into the cold. She beeped the alarm, locking her car, and walked inside, past a couple having a heated argument in another language.

 

The couple marched straight to the Toyota as the store’s automatic sliding doors smacked closed behind Sharon. They continued their argument, shouting at each other over the hood of the Toyota, until she took an apple out of a shopping bag and threw it at the man. The apple caromed off his forehead and bounced under the car. He glowered at her with cold eyes, but unlocked the car doors. They got in the car and roared out of the lot, fishtailing out into the road with a spray of slush, leaving a puff of exhaust in their wake.

 

The lot was quiet again, except for a muffled buzz from a flickering streetlamp, until the white van pulled in a few moments later and parked in the newly vacant spot.

 

The driver killed the engine and shut off the headlights, and waited.

 

***

 

            Inside the store, Sharon grabbed a red plastic shopping basket and looped the handles over her arm. She started her shopping in the produce aisle and grabbed a crisp head of green lettuce, a red onion, a couple ripe tomatoes and a small cucumber. She found some delicious honey-mustard dressing that was bottled by a local restaurant, and took two jars. Then she went to the back of the store to the meat section, winding her way around a few tired-looking employees and boxes and boxes of merchandise waiting to be restocked. She didn’t notice any other customers, and the employees ignored her.

 

            At the freezers, Sharon picked up a package of fresh chicken breasts, then hummed a little tune on her way back to the coolers and found some coffee ice cream. She completed her circuit at a small rack of wines. Sharon read the labels and selected a nice Red, changed her mind for something a bit less expensive, then changed her mind again and headed to the checkout stands.

 

Out of about twenty stands there was only one with its light on. A small cow-bell sat on the edge of the conveyor belt. A note attached to the bell read: For cashier, please ring the bell once. Be nice – thanks, Management. Sharon emptied her basket onto the conveyor belt, stored the empty basket under the counter, and rang the bell, just once.

 

A skinny Asian woman with lank, greasy hair and a bad complexion peered over a rack of cereal boxes and gave Sharon a sour look.

 

She picked at her scalp and shouted, “You ready?”

 

Sharon nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

 

The woman took her time, moseying over and wiping her grubby hands on a stained green apron tied over blue jeans and a black polo shirt. She scratched her head with the tip of a dirty finger, flicking at the top of her scalp. Dandruff drifted out of her hair onto her shirt, blending in with a light dusting already clinging to her shoulders. A white nametag pinned to her apron read, Hi. My name is Vang. Vang had a button pinned just below the nametag: This WGL store is proudly employee owned. A big smiley face wrapped completely around the slogan, letting everyone know that Vang was indeed, happy to own her own little part of WGL.

 

Sharon smiled and opened her purse. “Can I have paper instead of plastic?”

 

“You bag yourself.”

 

Sharon blinked. She cocked her head and said, “Um. Excuse me?”

 

Vang glared at Sharon like she was and idiot and pointed down to a bunch of shopping bags at the end of the belts.

 

“You bag yourself,” she repeated.

 

            Vang stepped behind the cash register and typed an access code into the ten-key pad, then flipped the small, swinging flap that separated two conveyor belts. She started to swipe the items under the scanner, one-by-one, beep-beep-beep, and shoved them all onto the conveyor belt on her other side. The belt engaged and scooted everything down to the end of the aisle.

 

             “Oh. Okay.” I get it now. I get to bag everything myself. Swift on the uptake there, lawyer-girl. Sharon took out her wallet, slipped out her credit card and waited for the woman to finish.

 

            Beep-beep-beep.

 

Vang hit the total button on the register, put her hands on her hips. “Thirty-one dollars and ninety-seven cents.”

 

            “Okay.” Sharon tried to swipe her card in the little machine hooked to the lip of the counter, but Vang shook her head.

 

            “No, no, no. We don’t take no credit cards.”

 

            Sharon shook her head, confused. “What?” She pointed to the machine. “But this…”

 

            Vang shook her head again. “That for the food stamp card. They don’ make the paper stamp anymore; they put the money on a card that look like that.” She gestured at Sharon’s credit card and pointed to a large sign hung on the wall by the exit. “Credit company charge us lots of money to use, so the grocery too expensive. Cash or check only. No card.”

 

            Sharon couldn’t help rolling her eyes, but put away her card and opened her wallet. Vang picked at her head and glared at Sharon suspiciously; like a woman dressed nicely in a skirt and high heels (who’d already waited in line and rang a damn cowbell for help!) might suddenly freak out, grab the bottle of wine and make a run for it out into the ice and snow. Sharon pulled out a twenty dollar bill and a five, then dug around deep in her purse and a found a few crumpled singles and exactly ninety-seven cents in change buried at the bottom. She forked the money over.

 

Once the cash was in her hands, Vang dropped most of the coins and had to scrounge around on the floor. When she finally stood up again she counted the money twice before she grunted, opened her till drawer and handed Sharon her receipt.

 

            “You five cents short, but I find later.”

 

            “Thanks,” Sharon said, but Vang had already disappeared, no doubt anxious to sprinkle more of her dandruff all over the cereal boxes.

 

Sharon shook her head and quickly bagged her groceries, using paper instead of plastic. She slung her purse over her shoulder and hoisted the bag, then walked to the wide glass doors. They swooped open for her. A freezing gust of wind swirled her coat-tails around her calves. Sharon’s eyes watered and she blinked as the bitter cold settled over her like a frozen blanket.

 

Great, Sharon thought. Now it’s windy too. The wind peppered Sharon with icy chunks of snow. She slipped on a slick spot on the pavement, turned her ankle, and fell on her ass.

 

“Whouff!” Sharon sat in the middle of the parking strip for a second, with her legs stuck out straight in front of her. She started laughing. “Shit.”

 

Somehow, she’d managed to not drop her bag. Sharon set it down and carefully picked herself and brushed the snow off her butt. She bent over and retrieved her bag of food and trudged around the construction equipment to her car. Sharon hurried around a big white van that blocked the path to her car, her teeth chattering a mile-a-minute. She balanced her groceries on her knee while she searched her bottomless purse for her car keys. They weren’t there. Sharon swore under her breath, patted her coat, and found the keys in a pocket. She grumbled at herself and beeped the alarm.

 

“Thank God for automatic locks,” she mumbled.

 

Sharon opened the trunk and put away her groceries. She shut the trunk and her foot slid out from under her, banging her shin painfully on the bumper. She swore.

 

“Owww…Dang it!”

 

That’s when someone grabbed her by the shoulder and said, “Hey lady? S’cuze me?”

 

Sharon jumped, dropping her purse. She turned and slipped again, catching herself on the hood of her car. Stupid heels. She wondered if she’d forgotten something inside the store. “Wh-what?”

 

A man stood in front of her, bundled up in a heavy parka, a furry hood pulled up over his head. Sharon couldn’t see his face. He didn’t look like an employee.

 

“Sorry, lady. Didn’t mean ta scare ya like that.”

 

The guy just stood there with his hands up, empty, except for what looked like a three-by-five index card. Sharon tried to collect herself, thought of the mace in her purse. She wondered if she could reach it. She caught the purse strap with the heel of her shoe and inched the bag closer. The man didn’t move.

 

“What do you want?”

 

Sharon reached down slowly, watching him, and felt for the purse. She found the strap, picked up the purse, and started backing towards her car door, when he looked at the card in his hand, and asked:

 

“You Sharon Chapman?”

 

That stopped her. She looked at him quizzically.

 

“Yes? How…how do you know my name?”

 

He stepped closer. “And you live at five-oh-one-two Cherry Lane?”

 

“Yes, I… How…how do you know where I live? Who are you?”

 

“Oh, we know a lot about you. We know you have a daughter named Amy Cole who lives in California with her daughter, Jenny, who’s just about to turn thirteen. You don’t want to see them hurt, do you?”

 

Oh, God, thought Sharon. She opened her purse and stuffed her hand inside, trying desperately now to find the canister of mace. What is this? Who is this guy? Her fingers found and closed on a slim plastic cylinder. Yes! She thought. Thank you, God. Thank you...

 

“Stop. Please. I’ve got mace.”

 

The man stopped. “Oh, yeah?”

 

“Who the hell are you?”

 

Sharon pulled out the canister and pointed it.

 

The man laughed.

 

Lipstick.

 

“Shit!”

 

Sharon dropped the lipstick and fumbled with her purse. The man took another step closer. He laughed again, a low rumble. Sharon shivered, not just from the cold.

 

“What do you want? How do you know about my family?”

 

“You’ve got a secret admirer.”

 

“What?”

 

“Welcome to his fantasy, bitch.”

 

The man laughed again and reached for her as Sharon’s groping fingers finally wrapped around the mace. She yanked it out of the bag and dropped her purse, and had the nozzle halfway up when another man, huge and shaped like a mountain, stepped out of the passenger side of the van and wrapped a heavy, muscled arm around her shoulders.

 

“Gotcha, bitch.”

 

 Sharon let out a pitiful squeak as a dirty rag smashed over her face. A cloying, sweet smell filled her nose and her lungs as she took a breath, trying to scream for help, and then the world spun around her. Her vision blurred.

 

Sharon blinked back tears and thought, the snow’s in my eyes. I can’t see. I’m being kidnapped, and I can’t see. Please, someone help me.

 

The mace fell from her nerveless fingers and bounced under the van. Sharon was vaguely aware of the sound of a heavy door sliding open. She heard someone say, “Get her purse and the mace. Take the car back to her house and dump it there. Wipe it down before you leave.”

 

“Right.”

 

“Do it right. You screw this shit up and you’re a dead motherfucker.”

 

“Okey-dokie.”

 

Silence. Sharon’s head began to swim. She was focused on the hand clamped around her mouth, the rag covering her nose.  She remembered an old movie she’d seen once, where someone was kidnapped.

 

Chloroform? Sharon thought wildly. Oh, God. Please, no…

 

She kicked and tried to bite the hand covering her face, but just got another lungful of fumes for her trouble. More dark shapes – people? – gathered around her. Little bright spots started popping in front of her eyes. She heard the jangle of keys.

 

“Fuck, man. Don’t need to look at me like that. I got it.”

 

“I’m serious. Do the shit right.”

 

“I said, I got it, dude. No problem-o.”

 

“Then move it before somebody sees us.”

 

“Nobody gonna see us with all this snow.” Another voice, grumbling.

 

“I said, move it, motherfucker! You fuck this up and I’ll kill you myself.”

 

A car door slammed. Sharon heard an engine start, and felt the hot exhaust on her legs as her car was driven away.

 

Sharon panicked. She couldn’t breathe. She squirmed and twisted, frantically clawing and biting at the hand clamped around her mouth. The man holding her just squeezed her tighter, keeping her locked in place like she was a child. Vaguely, as she drifted on the edge of consciousness, Sharon realized someone was laughing; a deep, awful laugh.

 

“Fucking asswipe.” The arms around her shifted again, and Sharon was turned around. “Help me get this coat off her.”

 

Sharon’s arms were yanked out in front of her, and someone pulled at her sleeves.

 

“What about the gloves?”

 

She was shifted again, and the coat was ripped from her back. Sharon felt the cold bite into her body, enveloping her like a living thing.

 

They took my coat. I want my coat back. It was expensive.

 

“Leave ‘em on ‘till we can tie her up. I don’t want her scratching me.”

 

“Heh. Not yet, anyway, huh?” Grunt. “There. Got it. You want us to just drop it?”

 

“Toss it in the front seat. She won’t need it no more.”

 

“Cool.”

 

Through the haze of the chloroform, Sharon felt strong hands groping her. She tried to struggle, kicking feebly, but she was too weak to break free. Someone pulled at her skirt until it ripped up the back. A hand slid between her thighs and a finger poked at her crotch through the material of her nylons and panties, tearing a hole through, pulling and tearing at the material until her crotch was bare. Someone tore open her blouse and squeezed her breasts, painfully tweaking her nipples through her bra.

 

“You better be filming this shit. This is what he’s payin’ for.”

 

“We’re on.”

 

Oh God…

 

Sharon tried to scream, but only heard a weak, muffled groan escape her lips. She felt the man holding her getting excited, his cock digging into her ass. His breath was warm on her neck.

 

A low whistle. “Damn. She’s not bad for an old bitch, ain’t she?”

 

Sharon mumbled through the rag, “Mmmgrmph.”

 

“Nice legs.”

 

The Mountain rubbed his crotch against Sharon’s ass. It felt like he had a thick steel pole in his pants. “The profile said she runs and plays tennis almost every morning. Athletic.”

 

Profile? That struck a chord. They’ve been watching me.

 

Someone continued to play with her breasts, squeezing her tits like they were kneading bread.

 

Help me, please…

 

“Stop it man. Shit. You’ll have plenty o’ those big old white bitch titties soon enough. Ya’ll ready for this?”

 

“Hell yes.”

 

“Let’s get the show on the road.”

 

Sharon was lifted up. She felt like she was floating.

 

Please, someone, help me…

 

Sharon was pulled into the van. She felt the van list to the side as another person got in, then another, and another. Someone rolled the door shut, pounded the wall of the van and yelled “Drive!” A muffled voice shouted a reply. The engine rumbled when it turned over, and Sharon started to cry as they pulled out of the parking lot. Her eyes burned and the hot tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

 

“Aww, look. She’s cryin’.”

 

A dark face swum in front of her blurry eyes, wearing a black ski mask. The man in the parka. Maybe. Sharon couldn’t tell.

 

“Crying?” The Mountain whispered in her ear. He taunted her. “We gonna give you a lot more to cry ‘bout tonight, bitch. Bet on that.”

 

The big hand clamped on her mouth finally let go. Sharon heard a zipper open, and The Mountain sat down, pulling her roughly onto his lap. He was so big, her head rolled on his chest. She blinked back tears and squirmed in his lap until she felt a huge, warm cock wedged under her ass, throbbing.

 

“P-please, don’t do this. Please let me go.”

 

“Time to give her the pills.”

 

“Got ‘em right here.”

 

The van was freezing. Sharon took a huge breath, trying to calm herself, and let it out slowly; a fine, foggy mist. She took a mental inventory. Her head was pounding and the world around her was blurry and spinning. She felt slightly nauseous. Sharon tried to focus, thought that she might throw up. She glanced around, trying to figure out who had taken her, what their plan was.

 

“Please…what do you want from me?”

 

A chorus of laughter.

 

Sharon looked around, squinting to see in the gloom. The van was easily large enough for the men to stand up straight. Including the man holding her, she counted five…maybe six or seven more? She couldn’t tell. Two of them held compact video cameras pointed right at her, on and recording.

 

The interior of the van was grimy and smelled like vomit and stale cigar smoke. The small light mounted on the roof of the cab barely provided enough light to see. Thick rubber padding had been placed on all the walls and over the doors and ceiling. The floor was carpeted and covered with old cigarette burns. A long seat with torn vinyl covering stretched along the back wall. Strong metal bars spaced at even levels along the walls from the floor to the roof spanned the circumference of the van. 

 

“Hold her arms and spread her legs,” said the Mountain.

 

Two of the men grabbed Sharon by wrists and slapped handcuffs on her, locking them tight enough that she cried out. They locked the free ends of the cuffs to the piping, and then they grabbed her ankles and pulled until she was sitting spread-eagled in the Mountain’s lap.

 

“I…I can give you money. I don’t have a lot, but…”

 

“No cash?” Snort. “Saw the nice, new Beamer you was drivin’, bitch. And the new Jag your partner just bought? Damn if that didn’t set her back a fair chunk. Didn’t you hear me tell you we know all ‘bout you? We’ve seen your bank accounts. We know what kinda investments you got; everythin’. Don’t tell me you got no money.”

 

“Please!” Sharon heard the whine in her voice, and felt ashamed. “I don’t…”

 

Someone slapped her, rocking her head back and to the side. She tasted blood. The men laughed, and another blurry, masked face joined the crowd in front of her. The man pried apart Sharon’s mouth, and her eyes popped open with fear as they stepped closer.

 

“Gggrhagggrrrmmmnn!”

 

Sharon kicked and struggled as the parka man stuffed two light blue pills down her throat. He smashed her mouth shut, keeping her jaw locked tight and pinched her nose closed. He massaged her throat until Sharon choked and swallowed.

 

“Damn, bitch. Cut it out. Shit ain’t gonna hurt you.” He held her firmly against him as she kicked and twisted and thrashed. Fresh tears spilled down her face and snot ran down her nose as the men finally stepped back.

 

“Wh-what were those?” Sharon croaked. She tried to look over her shoulder at the Mountain. He smiled wickedly down at her through a panty-hose mask.

 

“Somethin’ to help make your night more…fun.”

 

“Unnngh.” A moan came from the front of the van.

 

“Sounds like your friends are finally waking up.”

 

“My friends…” Sharon stared at the vague shapes covered with an old blanket, lying on the floor of the van. One of the men yanked the blanket away, and stepped back so she could see.

 

“Oh, my God.” She gasped.

 

“Hand me that lube, yo’.”

 

The mountain wrapped his hands around Sharon’s waist and lifted her up, shifting his hips underneath her. She felt his cock slip down along the crack of her ass.

 

“Hold her a sec.”

 

Strong hands held Sharon suspended above the seat, her arms and legs spread wide. She heard the wet sound of liquid being squirted from a tube, and then slurping, like lotion being rubbed on someone’s hands.

 

“All right. I got her.”

 

The Mountain wrapped slick hands around her waist again, staining her white, silk blouse.

 

“Let’s party.”

 

The thick tip of his cock wedged between her butt cheeks. Sharon screamed and tried to fight, kicking and jerking. She bled as the handcuffs bit into her wrists, scraping the soft flesh from her arms. The men held her ankles tight as she screamed and thrashed around. The Mountain squeezed her waist, holding her hips securely in place, digging his powerful fingers into her belly until she could barely breathe.

 

“Get her feet up off the floor.”

 

Sharon’s legs were pulled straight out and spread wide, exposing her pink cunt through the gaping hole in her torn nylons and panties. The men who weren’t holding her were quickly stripping off their clothes. They kept their masks on. The man who had been wearing the parka climbed up onto the seat next to Sharon, grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back. He shoved a small metal ring into her mouth and wedged it behind her teeth, propping her mouth wide open. He held her head bent towards him while he began to masturbate, rubbing his cock on her face, over her lips. Another man pushed between her trembling legs, his heavy, purple cock dangling almost halfway down his thighs. He ripped away the remains of her skirt, grabbed the bottle of lubricant and oiled up. Underneath her, the Mountain shifted his hips, pushing the tip of his penis further up into her asshole.

 

“The other bitches are waking up.”

 

The Mountain laughed. “Good. Fuck them, too, and tape it all.”

 

Sharon screamed again as he dropped her, when his huge dick punched into her clenched sphincter. Her screams were cut short as the other men took their cues, forcing their cocks into her open mouth and her unprotected pussy. Then the drugs kicked in, and it was all she could do to breathe as the men pummeled her body. Sharon barely noticed a new set of screams as the other men fell on the women lying on the floor of the truck.

 

***

 

Anne Laird’s day started badly, with a phone call from Michelle at the office at seven a.m. “I’m sleeping, goddamnit.” she grumbled.

 

“Sorry to wake you, Anne, but we’ve got a problem with the phones and the computers again. I can’t reach Sharon, at home or on her cell. She’s probably at the fucking tennis courts. Can you come down here?”

 

“Shit.” She curled deeper into her covers. “Just call someone and have it fixed.”

 

“I already have somebody here, but I don’t know anything about this ancient, crappy phone system you two had installed. The repair guy needs to talk to one of you; and neither Debbie or I are authorized to sign off for the bill, anyway.”

 

“Oh crap.” Anne rolled over and rubbed her eyes. “Some partner.”

 

Michelle laughed. “Your rules, not mine.” She paused. “Anne, right now we can’t take any calls, and the computers won’t even boot up. It’s important, or I wouldn’t have called.”

 

“I know. I know.” Yawn. “Well, I’m up now. Let me grab a quick shower, and I’ll be there in half-an-hour. Can you get them started, at least? Show them where everything is?”

 

“Sure.”

 

Anne rubbed her forehead, thinking. “You know what?”

 

“What’s that?”

 

“Remember, a while back, Sharon and I had some problems with our laptops, and you fixed them for us? Sharon told me that her phones at home were acting up, making weird sounds when she’d get calls. Mine have been weird now and then, too.”

 

Anne paused, working up to her question, wondering if she was going to sound like the dumb, middle-aged, techno-ignorant bimbo she really was. Michelle was a whiz with all this electronic stuff. It was one of the reasons Sharon had hired her; on top of her outstanding school transcripts, a great interview and a few well-placed job references.

 

Anne and Sharon had brought Michelle into their little family for some new blood; to help kick-start the office, and drag the firm along into the new millennium. Anne didn’t know squat about computers; she could barely turn hers on. But she really didn’t want Michelle to know that.

 

Anne hated to admit it, but the woman intimidated her. She seemed to be able to do just about anything she put her mind to. At just shy of thirty, Michelle was already a better attorney than Anne could ever hope to be. Anne knew it, and she knew Michelle knew it too. Sometimes she wondered if Sharon noticed too. She hoped not, but lately Sharon had been so impatient and short-tempered around her, when she wasn’t just ignoring her…

 

“Do you think we’ve got a virus in the computer system, or something like that?”

 

“Um.” Michelle paused. Anne heard a muffled male voice, and a rattling on the other end. “Anne, excuse me.”

 

More muffled conversation, like Michelle had put her hand over the phone. In her mind, Anne pictured Michelle laughing at her, along with the receptionist, Debbie, and the repair guys. But when she came back on the line, her voice was calm.

 

“Sorry, the guy had a question.” Michelle cleared her throat and said, “I don’t see how. I mean, maybe, maybe there’s a virus in the computers, but that shouldn’t affect the phones. Not at your houses, at least. Besides, that was months ago.”

 

“Oh. Okay. Just a thought. But they’re hooked up together at the office, right?”

 

Silence. Anne could almost hear Michelle frowning over the phone. “Huh. Yeah. You’re right. I’ll ask the guy about it.”

 

“Good. Be there in a bit.” Wow. Maybe she wasn’t so dumb after all. Score one for the old broad. Anne almost broke the connection, but then, “Hey, Michelle?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“How are you talking to me if the phones are down?”

 

“Um, I’m on my cell, Anne.” This time there was no mistaking the laughter. “Go get some coffee on your way in. You sound a little groggy.”

 

“Oh. Right. Called on your cell phone. Sure.”

 

Shit. Anne stuck the receiver back in its base and rolled out of bed, feeling like a fool.

 

How the hell did you ever get out of law school?

 

She shivered and looked at her warm, rumpled covers with a kind of wistful longing that she didn’t even feel for sex or chocolate. She sighed.

 

“Later.” She patted the mattress. “I’ll be back, and we can snuggle later. Okay?”

 

No one answered. The norm, as of late.

 

Why aren’t you here with me, Sharon? What did I do?

 

Anne stood and stretched, her old joints popping, and peeled off her silk nightie. She dropped the black nightgown onto the bed, sighed again, and padded naked into the bathroom to take a shower.

 

***

 

Exactly forty minutes and a hot mocha later, Anne pulled into the parking lot of their office building. She parked next to a large utility van that she figured belonged to the phone guys, grabbed her purse and locked her car. Anne looked at the sky, frowning. The guy on the radio said it was supposed to be sunny out and warming up. But it was getting colder, and overcast.

 

“Should of worn a suit.” Anne mumbled. She sipped her mocha as she breezed into the office, her light skirt twirling around her thighs.

 

“Hey everybody.” Anne gave everyone her best, aren’t-you-impressed-by-me smile. The one that dazzled in court. “Everything fixed yet?”

 

Debbie was half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of her desk, with her legs crossed and her hands folded demurely over her knee, twirling her shoe in a slow circle with the tips of her toes. Her tight pleated skirt was hiked up high enough to give a good view of the inside of her thighs, and her filmy white blouse was unbuttoned to the top of her bra, showing off her ample cleavage.

 

She was busy flirting with a cute young black guy in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a heavy tool belt slung around his hips. The guy was scribbling notes on a clipboard and sneaking glances down Debbie’s blouse.

 

Shameless hussy.

 

Debbie winked, and Anne grinned at her boss as she stepped behind the desk. Another guy was hidden under Debbie’s desk, with his ass up in the air and his pants creeping down past his hairy butt-crack, mumbling something about the Goddamn phone cords. Michelle stepped out of Sharon’s office, beautiful and regal and perfect as always.

 

How does she do it? Anne groaned inwardly. Not even a quarter to eight in the morning, and she looks like she just walked off the set of some photo shoot for hot, sexy young lawyers.

 

Michelle was followed by another, huge black man carrying another clipboard tucked under his armpit. A patch sewn on his work shirt read Malcolm. He tapped a pen on the side of the clipboard, and had to duck his head to get under the door frame. It sounded like they were discussing the computers.

 

Ever the good receptionist, Debbie cleared her throat and stated the obvious.

 

“Hey Michelle? Annie’s here.”

 

“Oh. Finally.” Michelle gestured for her. “Anne, this is going to take a while.” She waved at the man with the clipboard, who walked over. “Guys, this is Anne Laird, one of the senior partners.”

 

The big, big man smiled down at Anne.

 

“Mrs. Laird.” He checked his clipboard then tucked it under his arm, taking the other clipboard from the man who’d been flirting with Debbie. “We’re gonna have to shut down all the equipment for a bit and run some diagnostics on your phone systems. We’ll get to the computers afterwards. Miss Roberts and Miss Jensen informed me that you can take care of most of your business today using your cell phones. Is that right?”

 

“Oh, um, Miss Laird, please.” Anne’s smile faded. “Is it really going to take that long?”

 

“We’ll be as fast as we can.” He shrugged. “But it takes as long as it takes. You know?”

 

“I suppose so.”

 

“Cool.” He handed her the pair of clipboards. “Sign here and here for me, and we’ll get started. We’ll need your signature again when we finish, too.”

 

“Oh. Okay.” Anne took his pen and signed where he pointed. “I’ve got a meeting at three this afternoon and I won’t be back in the office until Tuesday. What if you don’t finish by then?”

 

“I guess we can get your partner to sign for the bill.”

 

“All right.” Anna turned to Michelle. “Did you get in touch with Sharon, then? Will she be in?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” Michelle nodded. “She was at the club, like always. She had her phone in her locker; she called back a little while ago. She’s meeting a new client this morning, but she’ll be in by one or so.”

 

“Okay.” Anne flashed the smile again and handed back the clipboard. “Well. I guess I’ll go get ready for my meeting. Let us know if you need anything.”

 

“You got it. Can you show me where your phone lines enter the building?”

 

Anne and Michelle exchanged glances. Anne shrugged. She had no idea. “Right this way.” Michelle said, and took the repairmen back into the storage room.

 

***

 

            At noon, Michelle knocked on Anne’s office door. She was carrying a huge bouquet of flowers and a tiny pink envelope.

 

            “Anne? These came for you.”

 

            She gave Anne a shit-eating grin and put the flowers on her desk. Anne stared at them.

 

            “Omigosh! Who…” She looked at Michelle. “Who are they from?”

 

            “I don’t know. Debbie just went to lunch, so I signed for them.” Michelle passed her the card. “You tell me.”

 

            Flowers? For me? Anne took the envelope with shaking hands. She slit the seal open with her fingernail and pulled out a small, plain card. Anne dropped the envelope in her trashcan and opened the card. She broke into a wide, silly grin.

 

            “What?” Michelle looked like she wanted to pop. “What does it say?”

 

            Anne handed her the card. It was blank on the outside, but there were words printed under the fold: You have a secret admirer. Welcome to the fantasy.

 

            Michelle read the card and grinned at Anne.

 

“A secret admirer? You little devil, you.” Then she turned it over and read it again. Michelle scowled. “What does welcome to the fantasy mean?”

 

            “No idea.” Anne shrugged and sniffed the flowers. They were beautiful.

 

Michelle handed her back the card and put her hands on her hips. “So?”

 

            Anne grinned at her. “So what?”

 

            Michelle nodded at the flowers. “Who is it?”

 

            Sharon. A warm burst of joy flowered in Anne’s chest. My Sharon sent me flowers. But she replied, “No idea.”

 

            “Oh, c’mon Anne. Real guys don’t just send flowers out of the blue. That only happens in cheesy movies. Give it up. Who are you seeing, that you haven’t told any of us about?”

 

            Anne blushed. “Nobody. Really. This is a huge surprise.”

 

            “Yeah. Sure it is. Come on, Annie. You can tell me.”

 

            “Seriously. Nobody.”

 

            Michelle studied her. “Ahh. I know. You wouldn’t be going to see this secret admirer at a ‘meeting’ this afternoon, would you?” Michelle made quotation marks in the air with her fingers when she said meeting.

 

            Anne laughed. “Well, now that you’ve figured it out…yeah. I’ll fess up. You’re right. Little old Mr. Rodriguez is really my secret love.”

 

            “Yuck it up, babe.”

 

Michelle grinned and stepped out into the hall, then turned on her heel and peeked back through the door.

 

“But I’ll be watching you like a hawk.”

 

            Michelle waggled her finger at Anne, and left. Anne took a long stemmed rose from the vase and sat down in her chair, grinning like a fool. She tickled her nose with the soft, red petals, enjoying the sweet fragrance of the flower.

 

            My secret admirer. Sharon, you silly thing. Anne hummed a silly little tune under her breath. My secret admirer. Welcome to the fan-ta-see.

 

            Anne brushed the flower back and forth under her chin, crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair. On her desk, all the phone lines blinked on once, then went out completely. Lost in her own little fantasy, Anne never noticed.

 

***

           

            A bit after two, Anne realized she’d been daydreaming for way to long, put the flowers on top of her file cabinet and decided to get back to work. Her meeting with the Rodriguez family was in about an hour, and she hadn’t prepped at all.

 

Dammit, Annie. Get a grip. You’re acting like you’re a kid.

 

She pried herself back to reality, packed up her notes and locked her briefcase. She looked at her computer, then remembered that the repair guys had everything turned off. They’d left for lunch an hour ago, and were still gone.

 

            Figures.

 

Anne picked up her flowers and the briefcase, and turned off the office lights. Sharon still hadn’t come in yet. Debbie was sitting at her desk, busy reading a woman’s magazine. On the cover, an attractive, fifty-ish woman, happy and barefoot and dressed in a turtleneck and rolled up khaki pants, cavorted alone on the beach. Good thing it’s been a slow day. Debbie smiled at the flowers and put down the magazine.

 

“Nice to see you’re earning your keep.”

 

            Debbie snorted. “Look at you, Lover Girl.” She gave Anne the once-over. “You, swishin’ into the office in your little skirt, workin’ your bad self. I saw you smile at that little boy I was flirting with this morning.” She sighed theatrically. “You hot, rich older women catch all the guys.”

 

            “Rii-ght. That’s me. Next, I’ll be posing for a girlie magazine.”

 

            “Jeez. Don’t let Sharon catch you saying that.”

 

            “Sharon the Man Hater, I know,” giggled Anne. “It’s all an act.”

 

“Annie, If she was any tighter, she’d pop.”

 

“Seriously, Deb. You know Sharon would be the first one of us to rip off her clothes if some hunk asked her out.”

 

“You think she wears baggy boxes under her business suits?” Debbie asked. They both laughed. Debbie wiped her eyes. “I’m not very nice, am I?”

 

“Evil as all get-out. Makes me wonder what the two of you say about me when I’m not around.” Anne leaned further over the desk and lowered her voice. “And by the way, I did notice you flirting with that boy this morning.”

 

Debbie made a ‘fsst’ sound. “I was not.”

 

“Hon, you were showing so much cleavage, you were ready to pop out of that blouse.” Anne grinned. “He was sweating so much, I’m surprised he didn’t stain your blouse.”

 

Debbie blushed. “He was cute.”

 

“Mm-hmm,” Anne agreed. “If he comes back, are you gonna sneak into the back room with him?”

 

“Annie! I wouldn’t!” Debbie faked a shocked look, then giggled. “Not during business hours, anyway.”

 

They both laughed again, then Anne asked, “Hey, is Michelle gone for the afternoon?”

 

“I don’t think so, but she said she was going to run some errands.”

 

            “Are the repair guys coming back?”

 

            “They said so.”

 

            “Will you make sure Sharon knows about all that’s going on, and that they need her to sign the invoice?”

 

            “Sure.”

 

            “Okay.” Anne smiled again and glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Well, I’ve got to go. Have a good holiday, Deb.”

 

            “You too, Annie. Thanks again for the card and the bonus.”

 

“Anytime. See you in a week.”

 

Annie picked up her stuff again. The young phone guy opened the door just as she was starting to leave. Debbie turned a bright shade of red, and grinned.

 

“Careful in the back room.” She smiled at the man, then to Debbie, whispered, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

 

***

 

            Debbie watched Annie walk out to her car. Annie gave the young hottie that big, toothy, thousand-megawatt smile of hers, and then Debbie watched him stare at Annie’s ass swooshing while he held the door for her. She gritted her teeth.

 

            Damn tan, skinny, fake-boob, face-lifted bitch. Debbie undid another button on her blouse. Beat this, Annie, she thought, and tried her own smile.

 

            “Hey,” he said, buckling his tool belt back on.

 

            “Hey yourself.” Debbie leaned to her side, trying to look past him. “Where is everybody.”

 

            “Huh? Oh. They had, uh, another call. An emergency. I guess they thought I could handle everything here okay myself.”

 

            “I bet you can.”

 

Debbie wiggled in her chair, bunching her boobs together. The guy smiled at her and walked right by her into the backroom. Debbie watched him go, open-mouthed. He’d just ignored her best shot. Annie’s voice came back to her. Are you going to sneak into the back room with him?

 

            “Oh, hell.”

 

            Debbie stood and stepped quietly to the door. She peered through the front window and checked the parking lot. All clear except for the service van.

 

Annie, I wouldn’t! Not during business hours, anyway.

 

Debbie took a deep breath, crossed herself, and stepped into the back.

 

***

 

            The kid was holding what looked like a big, orange toy phone to his ear. He was at the phone box, poking at wires. The room was cold. Debbie grabbed a heavy porcelain coffee mug from the dish rack and poured herself a stiff cup of black coffee. She turned and lounged against the counter, watching him and sipping her drink. He finished with the toy phone and hung it back on his belt.

 

            “Would you like a cup?” She offered.

 

            “Coffee?”

 

Debbie nodded, and he shook his head.

 

“Oh, no. Thanks.” He gave her a toothy grin. “I’ve got enough mocha on my outside without putting any more inside. If you know what I’m sayin’.”

 

            Debbie smiled. He went back to his box. She shuffled her feet, wondering what to say now.

 

            “I, uh, I noticed you looking at my boss when she left.”

 

            The guy blinked at her. “She’s fine.” He shrugged. “For an older bitch. Just couldn’t help m’self. You know?”

 

            “You were staring at her butt.” Oh, gawd. Did she just really say that?

 

            The guy blinked again, but smiled. “Yeah, well. She got a nice one. Not too big or round, you know, but juicy. Looked damn fine in that little skirt she was wearin’.” He gave Debbie a weird look. “She got some perky titties and some nice legs on her, too.”

 

            “Really?” Debbie was dumbfounded. She was talking to this stranger about her boss’s ass. “You think so?”

 

            “Yeah. Well, you know. Really, she’s kinda skinny for my taste.” He waggled his eyebrows at Debbie and moved his gaze slowly over her body. “I like an ass that if you slap it, it’ll slap you right back. You know what I’m sayin’? Like yours.”

 

            Debbie gaped at him, her mouth in a wide ‘O’. “Like…mine?”

 

            He smiled and stepped close enough that Debbie had to crane her neck back to see his face.

 

“Yeah.” He took the mug out of her hands and set it on the counter, then put his hands on her hips. “Like yours.”

 

“Oh.” She said. Her whole body started to tingle when he touched her. “Oh. Okay.”

 

They stood like that for a second, and then he pulled her close to him. Debbie pressed her hands on his chest. She was having trouble breathing, and she felt a little dizzy.

 

“Um,” she said, and he kissed her, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like mint. Debbie’s eyes shot open and she almost pushed him away.

 

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

 

Debbie heard a low growl come from deep within her throat. She threw her arms around his neck and began sucking desperately on his tongue. He pulled her closer, and she felt his cock dig into her belly. His hands cupped her ass, then came up and pulled open her blouse, popping buttons all the way down to her waist. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. Debbie backed up a bit, breathless, her chest heaving.

 

“Hey, we shouldn’t…”

 

“Shouldn’t what?”

 

“You…you know.”

 

“No. What?”

 

Debbie didn’t know what to do. He had her pinned her up against the counter. Her skirt had rucked up around her thighs, and he’d pushed his hips between her slightly spread legs.

 

She was already wet.

 

“I…I don’t even know your name. I…”

 

“I’m Willy.” Willy pointed down at his crotch. “And this here is little Willy.”

 

Debbie looked down, and stared at the huge bulge poking out of his pants.

 

“Oh.” She said.

 

Willy followed her gaze, and smiled. “You like that? Here.” He took her hand and guided it down, made her cup him. “Take it out, if you want to meet it. Go on.”

 

She grinned weakly. “It’s, uh, not so little, is it?”

 

He put his hands on Debbie’s shoulders and pushed her down, until she was kneeling with her head level with his crotch. “Go on girl, it won’t bite ya.”

 

She took a deep, long breath, and let it out with a whoosh. Oh God, she whispered to herself, and unzipped his pants. She licked her lips, then reached in and pulled him out.

 

“Oh. My.”

 

Debbie held his penis in her hands and stared. It was enormous. She’d seen a horse’s cock once, when she was little. That was the only comparison she could make with the chunk of meat throbbing in her hand. ‘Little Willy’ was thick as her wrist, and easily as long as her forearm. It was a dark brown, with a pink underside were it had been circumcised.

 

“Oh, yeah, baby. Little Willy likes you old white ladies just fine.” He cupped the back of her head. “Go on, girl. Give him a kiss.” Willy laughed. “You do, he’ll love you forever.”

 

Debbie swallowed hard. She looked up. Willy smiled down at her, stroking her hair.

 

Oh God. What am I doing?

 

Debbie squeezed her eyes shut, and opened her mouth wide.

 

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

 

Willy pushed with his hips. The head of his cock slipped into her mouth, filling it completely. It was hot and pulsing, and she licked it. Willy used her ears as handles and pulled her face closer. Debbie gagged as he slid further in, pushing himself down her throat. Her jaw cracked loudly, and then Willy was talking to her.

 

“That’s a good white bitch. Suck the big, black, donkey dick. That’s right, baby.” He worked himself slowly into her mouth, in-and-out, in-and-out. Ropes of spit oozed out of her mouth and dripped down her chin as he fucked her face. “Oh, yeah. You like it like that, baby? You like suckin’ that big, black cock?”

 

Debbie felt herself getting hot. Willy pushed himself all the way into her mouth and held her face against his pubes. She couldn’t breathe. He used her ears and wiggled her face against him. Debbie’s hands shoved at his hips, but he held her tightly in place.

 

“Oh, fuck. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Hell, yes.”

 

“Mmm-mmm-mmm!” Debbie started to jerk, trying to get air, and he eased up for a second, then started pumping her face, hard and fast. His balls smacked into her chin as he fucked her. “MMM-MMM-MMM!”

 

“C’mon bitch. I wanna see you play with yourself while I fuck your face.” Slap-slap-slap. “Do it. Rub that pink fucking pussy. C’mon.”

 

Debbie groped for the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up around her waist. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose and into her panties, past her thatch of pubic hair, and found her pussy.

 

Slap-slap-slap. “Shove those fingers in your snatch, bitch.”

 

Debbie did what she was told, first one finger, then two, then three. She shoved them inside herself in time with his thrusts.

 

“AwwHooo.” Willy stopped suddenly, and pulled out of her mouth with a jerk. “Awright. Time to cum in the white bitch’s pussy.”

 

Debbie was gasping for air. Willy picked Debbie up easily and bent her over the counter, pushing her head into the sink. He shoved her skirt back up over her ass, then unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He grabbed a handful of Debbie’s nylons and panties, and ripped. She was getting scared.

 

“Oh shit, please...Willy, be careful…”

 

“Shut the hell up.” He spanked her ass, leaving a red, hand-shaped mark on her butt-cheek. He smacked his dick on her butt, stuck the tip between her legs, and wiggled his hips in a circle until the head of his dick lodged in her pussy.

 

“Willy, please…”

 

“Here we go, bitch, ready or not!”

 

Willy rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, all the way in, smacking her ass with his belly as he pierced her; like a hot, thick needle punching into her cunt.

 

Debbie screamed.

 

And then she came.

 

Just like that.

 

Willy bent over her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples through her bra. He pulled her blouse open all the way down to her waist and yanked on her hair while he fucked her. Her legs turned weak and wobbly. Debbie thought the only thing keeping her up was his dick shoved a foot deep in her cunt. He never stopped talking while he fucked her.

 

“That’s a good, tight snatch, white bitch.”

 

“I’m gonna spooge right into your old pussy.”

 

“After this, I’m fittin’ ta bust a nut in your fat ass, too, ya old bitch.”

 

Debbie came again. Willy pulled out and forced himself into her ass, whispering awful, nasty things to her the whole time. He fingered her pussy and her clit.

 

Debbie screamed again as he punched into her rectum.

 

“Move, Goddammit!”

 

He smacked her butt, pushing and pulling her by ass, making her work. Debbie moaned and ground her ass against him in a slow circle. Her ass muscles began to relax, letting him slip further inside.

 

“That’s right baby.”

 

Smack.

 

“Uh. Right there.”

 

Smack.

 

“Harder. C’mon, bitch. Faster.”

 

Smack.

 

And she came. Again.

 

And again.

 

It took Willy almost another half hour to ‘bust his nut.’

 

By then, he had Debbie on the floor with her face buried into the carpet, begging for him to cum inside her. He was grinding his dick painfully around in her ass, and when he finally came, he squeezed her breasts until they hurt. He let out a loud groan, jerked a few times, and then shoved her roughly off his cock and fell back against the counter.

 

They stayed like that, breathing hard, until they heard the office door open, and Sharon’s voice.

 

“Hello? Anyone here?”

 

Panic. Debbie picked herself up off the floor and stumbled to the doorway, trying to button up her blouse and smooth back her hair. She peeked around the corner. “Uh, Hi. I’m back here, Sharon. Just, uh, I’m, umm, making some fresh coffee.”

 

Sharon was already heading down the hall to her office. She barely glanced over at Debbie. “That sounds fantastic. Will you bring me a cup?”

 

“Uh, sure. Okay. Eeoowp!” Debbie jumped. Willy was grinning up at her. He’d inched over to her and slid his hand back up her skirt. She smacked his hand away and whispered, “Knock it off!”

 

Sharon looked back from her door. “What?”

 

Debbie smiled. “Hmn? Oh, nothing.”

 

Sharon nodded and stepped into her office. Debbie started to shake. Willy played with his cock, still slick with her juice.

 

“Oh, God. That was close.” She poured a cup of coffee into Sharon’s favorite mug. “Will you put that thing away? My God. My boss is here.”

 

“Why?” Willy stood up and let his cock hang. “Heh-heh. Maybe she’ll want a bite outta little Willy, too. I got more’n enough dark meat to split between two horny old white ‘ho’s.”

 

Debbie stared at him for a second, and then shook her head. She smoothed out her rumpled skirt and looked at herself in the mirror.

 

“Oh. Oh, no.”

 

She was a mess. Debbie groaned and tried to fix her hair again, then gave up and let it hang down to her shoulders. She noticed that she’d buttoned her blouse wrong, and it was wet from her saliva.

 

“Oh, shit.”

 

Debbie ran some cold water on a towel and frantically patted her red, sweaty face, then fixed her blouse and gave herself another once-over.

 

Better, she sighed. A bit.

 

She looked at Willy, who had moved to a chair, lounging at the break table.

 

“Don’t forget to get her to okay the work.” He flopped his dick at her. “Then why don’t you come back here for some sloppy seconds?”

 

“Don’t you know when to quit?” Exasperated.

 

“Don’t need no attitude from you, bitch. You don’t get her signature, I’ll just leave now.”

 

Debbie rolled her eyes. “Oh, Jesus. Fine.”

 

Debbie took the coffee and spun out of the room, grabbing the clipboard with all the paperwork as she stormed by her desk. She muttered to herself on the way down the hall, and found Sharon seated at her desk, scanning through a ream of legal documents. She’d taken off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, and her purse was on the leather couch next to her desk. She’d turned on the heat in her office; hot air gushed into the room from the floor vents.

 

“Cold outside?” Sharon didn’t answer. Debbie put on a smile, set the coffee on Sharon’s desk, and tried to ignore the warm air blowing up her skirt. “Sharon?”

 

“Mm?” Sharon didn’t look up.

 

“Uh, The service paperwork needs your signature.”

 

Sharon nodded and uncapped a pen. Debbie handed her the clipboard. Sharon signed, handed it back, and never looked away from her work.

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“Okay, then. Enjoy the coffee. I’ll let you get back to work.”

 

“Mm.”

 

Debbie backed out of the room. She knew this Sharon mood. She must be working on a new hardship case. Debbie had a feeling that Sharon would sit at her desk until the sun came up, unless there was an earthquake or she needed to pee. She doubted that the coffee would even get touched.

 

She carried the clipboard back to the break room. Willy was still in the chair, talking on his big orange phone, and his dick was still hanging out of his pants.

 

“Hey, hold on a sec, man. The bitch is back.”

 

Debbie stared at him.

 

“Thought you were gonna bring me dessert.”

 

She shook her head and marched over, tossing the clipboard onto the table. Willy looked at it, shuffled through the papers. He put the phone back to his ear, wiggled his eyebrows at Debbie, and gestured to his cock. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. He grinned.

 

“Hey, ‘yo. Signed and delivered, man.” He listened. “Yep.” Debbie turned to go, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. “Hey! We ain’t done yet.”

 

“Oww.”

 

Debbie tried to pull away, but Willy yanked her down to her knees and pulled her between his legs. His dick was already snaking up towards his belly.

 

“She’s right here. Yeah.” He chuckled into the phone. “Yep. She sucks a mean dick, man.” He put the phone on his shoulder and grabbed her by the hair again. “C’mon, bitch. I’m getting’ horny again. Open that sexy goddamn mouth and suck me off.”

 

Debbie’s face turned a deep shade of red. He wants me to blow him while he’s talking about me to someone on the fucking phone.

 

“But, Sharon, my boss…” The tip of his dick hovered around at her lips, twitching. “She’s just in the other room. What…what if she comes in?”

 

“Shit. I said, if she wants some, there be plenty for her too.” Willy cupped the back of her head with his free hand. “Now c’mon, bitch. I’m on the fuckin’ phone, and this shit’s important.”

 

His penis twitched erect, and the tip of his cock brushed her face. Debbie wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and smiled. “My name’s Debbie.”

 

“Yeah. Right. Debbie.” He yanked her hair impatiently. “C’mon, Debbie.”

 

Debbie swallowed him with a sigh, her pussy wet and waiting for him. When did I turn into such a slut? She wondered.

 

“About fuckin’ time. Shee-it.”

 

Sharon never left her office, and didn’t bother them at all.

 

***

 

            At half-past five, Debbie peeked back into Sharon’s office and cleared her throat.

 

            “Hey. It’s closing time.”

 

            “Oh.” Sharon looked at the clock, surprised, and leaned her chair back. “Okay. You go ahead. I’m going to stay late tonight. Lock up?”

 

            “Sure. Anything else”

 

            “Did everything get fixed okay?”

 

            “Uh-huh. I guess so.” Debbie grinned. “I’ve gotta go catch my bus. Drive careful on your way home. It’s supposed to get nasty tonight. It’s already really cold out.”

 

            “Okay. You have a good night.”

 

            “See you next week. Happy holidays.”

 

            Debbie left Sharon at her desk. She rubbed at her jaw as she walked back to the lobby. Her legs felt unsteady, and her crotch ached, but she was smiling like a fool. She couldn’t help it. Debbie put on her coat and grabbed her bag, then punched in her alarm code for the front doors, unlocked them and stepped outside. It was already dark out, and cold. Willy was there, smoking a tiny cigar and leaning against his work van. He grinned when he saw her.

 

            “What are you still doing here?” She locked the doors behind her.

 

            “Waitin’ for you.”

 

            “Jeez.” Debbie dropped her keys in her bag. “Uh, look. Today was really…fun. But right now, I need to catch my bus.” She shivered. “God. It’s freezing out here.”

 

            “Why don’t I give you a lift? I got the van right here, already warmed up and everything.”

 

            “Huh.” Debbie crossed her arms and stared at him, tapping her toe on the pavement. A snowflake drifted past her nose, and she made her decision. “Oh. Fine.”

 

            “Don’t say thanks or nuthin’.”

 

            He held out his arm for her, and Debbie broke into a grin.

 

            “Here, c’mon ‘round this side. We gotta get in through the sliding door.”

 

            “Okay.’

 

            Debbie smiled at Willy as they walked around the van.

 

            “So, did you mean all that stuff you talked while we, uh, y’know…”

 

            “You mean, the ‘bitch’ this, and ‘bitch’ that, ‘suck my fucking dick you old cunt’, all that sorta stuff?”

 

            “Yeah. Is that just…I don’t know…kinky for you?” She looked at the ground, and another snowflake plopped on the tip of her nose. “I mean, it sorta turned me on. Well, it really turned me on. But…”

 

Willy stopped and unlatched the van door. He slid the door open. “Yeah, bitch.” His eyes had gone cold and hard. “I did.” He blew a puff of smoke into her face. Debbie coughed, and waved the smoke away.

 

She froze. “What…?”

 

Three big men wearing masks were in the van, waiting. One of the men had a video camera. Willy grinned down at her. “I meant every goddamn fucking word.”

 

Someone grabbed her from behind, and a huge, powerful hand clamped around her face and pressed a smelly rag hard over her mouth and nose. Debbie got a big whiff of chemicals, and her eyes watered and her head swam. She was picked up and shoved into the waiting arms of the masked men, who threw her onto the vans dirty floor.

 

“Have fun, bitch.”

 

Willy slammed the door, muffling Debbie’s screams as the men began ripping off her clothes.

 

***

 

            Anne’s meeting ran later than she expected, and when she was finally able to sneak out of the courthouse, snow had started to fall. Her stomach rumbled. For dinner, Anne had only been able to scarf a handful of potato chips that she’d bought from a vending machine, and now she was absolutely starving.

 

Food. Must eat food. She giggled. Zombie Annie.

 

Anne crossed the street at the light, then she jaywalked and cut diagonally through two lanes of backed-up traffic on the next street over to get to the parking structure where she’d left her car.

 

I’m breakin’ the law.

 

Always the rebel. She dodged around a few more cars stuck in the rush hour sprawl, causing a more than a few angry drivers to honk their horns. One fat guy with a grubby baseball cap was moved enough to roll his window down and scream something really nasty about the female gender.

 

            Sharon would’ve gone over to the truck and read the a-hole his rights.

 

Not Anne.

 

She sweetly flipped him off and took the elevator up to her car without a word. She shared the elevator with a bum who had passed out, snoring in a puddle of urine. A flood of vomit stained the front his t-shirt. Anne wasn’t all that sure that either the pee or the barf was his. Probably, but you never know. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, stared up at the floor numbers and ignored him, feeling guilty. 

 

            The smell followed her out of the elevator. When she got in her car, Anne opened all the windows as far as they’d go, turned the heater to fan and cranked it up high. She sat for a minute, then drove halfway home in the freezing cold before rolling the windows up. She could still smell the bum. Anne lifted her arm and sniffed the sleeve of her coat.

 

            “Oh! Pee-heeuw! She made a face. “Gotta do my dry-cleaning.” She rubbed her nose. The smell had absorbed into her clothes. “First thing Monday morning.”

 

At home, Anne turned into the driveway she shared with her neighbors, the Laddingtons. The driveway split at the back of their houses and led to separate detached garages. A white van was parked in their side of the driveway, quiet.

 

Huh. That’s new.

 

She eased her car past the back corner of the van. It was a tight squeeze, and she tried to be extra careful not to scrape her side mirror. The security flood light mounted on the side of her house flared on, bathing her car in a bright yellow light. Anne used the light to find her remote and opened her garage door. She stuck the remote back in her console and drove into the garage, letting the door close automatically behind her.

 

Anne turned off the ignition, grabbed her keys, her briefcase and her bouquet, and let herself out of the garage through the side door. Across the driveway, the Laddingtons house was dark and empty, except for one light on in their living room.

 

Where did they go for Christmas this year?

 

Anne tried to remember as she unlocked her back door and let herself in. The Laddington’s had asked her to watch the house and feed their cats while they were gone, like always.

 

Was it Rio? She couldn’t remember. Some good neighbor.

 

Anne flicked on the lights and stepped into her kitchen.

 

She carefully set the flowers down and dropped her briefcase on the counter.

 

Gotta get these in some water, she reminded herself to remind herself, and then immediately shrugged out of her coat, letting it drop in a pool on the floor. She sniffed her suit jacket and her blouse and squinched her nose at the sour smell that clung to her. She kicked off her shoes, and the rest of her outfit followed. Anne stood in her kitchen naked, shivering and wondering what to do next.

 

Dinner or shower? Hmm. Shower or Dinner?

 

Anne’s stomach growled, but the shower won out. No way could she eat if she still smelled like pee and puke. She turned the water in the shower on to hot and let it run, then she sat on the toilet and farted.

 

Anne giggled. Maybe that’s why you can’t get stay in a relationship, honey. You fart too much.

 

She wiped and flushed, then waited a second for the blast of cold water to pass through the pipes before she stepped into the shower. She turned the water as hot as it would go and let it blast down on her neck and shoulders, easing her cramped muscles.

 

Anne slowly relaxed and bathed, soaping and washing her hair twice. She even washed behind her ears.

 

For you mom. She giggled at herself, sputtering water.

 

Anne rinsed and turned the water off, pulled a fresh, soft towel from the rack and patted herself dry, then wrapped her hair up in the towel. Her stomach growled again as she was brushing her teeth. She patted her belly and spit, talking to herself in the mirror.

 

“Right. Hold your horses.”

 

She found her nightgown right on the bed where she’d left it. The bed was still empty. And now the sheets were cold, too.

 

She found that depressing.

 

Anne realized that she was upset. The flowers had been such a nice surprise that she hadn’t realized that she’d neither seen or spoken with Sharon all day long.

 

Dammit, she never called me back.

 

At least she’d heard Sharon’s voice when she called to leave the message inviting her to dinner. She figured the flowers had been a sort of peace offering, Sharon’s way of apologizing after their last blowup. Annie was hoping she could return the sentiment.

 

Oh, Sharon. I’m so sorry. Please call.

 

Deep in her heart, Anne was sure that Sharon had turned to Michelle for comfort. She knew it instinctively; she felt the energy between them every day at the office.

 

It was killing her.

 

***

 

Hector unlocked the door to his dark apartment and pushed it open. He had spent the entire night washing the wall-to-wall carpeting in Sharon Chapman and Anne Laird’s office, and he was weary and ready for sleep. He kicked a small pile of mail that had been dropped through the mail slot, scattering bills and other junk across the threadbare carpet.

 

            One package caught his eye, and his heart began hammering around in his chest. Hectors breath quickened, and he picked the package up. He ignored the rest of the mail. If this package was what he hoped, soon the bills and the squalor he lived in would no longer matter. Hector tossed his coat onto a chair and sat down at his table.

 

He was ready to finish this ugly business so he could finally return home. Hector missed his family, his real life; he hated this place, everything about it, and having to work like a slave.

 

Arturo.

 

His brother’s name echoed in his head like a litany. Hector had made a promise before he died, and he would not forsake his word.

 

Arturo.

 

Hector picked up the little photo from the counter. The pain of his brother’s death was still fresh; like an old wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. It had been almost three years since his brother’s murder.

 

Three years since he had come to America to punish Sharon Chapman and Ann Laird.

 

***

Michelle asserted herself immediately after Sharon and Anne had hired her on as a partner. Months ago, Michelle had urged Sharon to accept a new abuse case. Anne was sure Michelle only wanted to take on the client only because they were wealthy. It would be great for the firm, and it looked extremely profitable, she said.

 

For the firm.

 

Anne poured herself a glass of wine. To help herself relax. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

 

Yeah. Sure. And if you believe that, I’ve got this bridge…

 

Anne had disagreed with the choice from the start. It was one of the very few times in their professional relationship that she and Sharon had been at odds with each other. Privately, they argued about it constantly, until finally, Sharon had stormed out of the house for good. Anne thought she’d moved back into her old place. Turned out that wasn’t the case. Michelle drove her to work the next day.

 

Things hadn’t been right between them since.

 

Sharon avoided Anne for months, playing tennis in the morning and scheduling her appointments early when Anne was in the office, then coming in to work during the afternoons when she knew Anne was in court. In the end, Anne had given in, but Sharon had already taken the client on.

 

Anne ground her teeth. Michelle. I think I hate her.

 

“Oh well.” Anne brushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. “There’s nothing that a nice glass of wine and a big bowl of ice cream won’t fix.”

 

Anne unwound the towel from her damp hair and laid it over the back of the chair at her dressing table, and began to brush out her hair. She was just slipping on the nightgown when her doorbell rang.

 

“Who the hell could that be?”

 

She glanced at her alarm clock. Eight-thirty. Not too late. Maybe Sharon had left the office and snuck over with some pizza. Anne thought that sounded divine. They could split the rest of the wine and share the ice cream.

 

The doorbell rang again.

 

“Coming!” She shouted, excited now. “I’ll be right there!”

 

Visions of warm, cheesy pizza and gooey, melted chocolate dripping over vanilla bean ice cream filled her head. Anne was so thrilled, so sure it was Sharon that she didn’t bother to check the peephole in her door; she just threw the door open, leaned out, and then blinked in surprise at the man standing on her porch.

 

“Oh! What…what are you doing here?

 

A sharp gust of wind blew the hem of her light silk nightgown, making it billow up around her thighs. Her nipples puckered and poked out from under the thin material.

 

The man leered at her.

 

“Y’know, you should really lock your back door when you come in. It ain’t safe not to. Smile for the camera, bitch.”

 

He was holding a video camera and pointing it right at her. Anne realized that he was filming her, standing in her doorway dressed only in her nightgown, and she blushed.

 

She shook her head a little, trying to shake off the cobwebs from the wine.

 

“What…?”

 

 He laughed at her, and then an arm circled her waist and a hand clamped over her mouth with an iron grip. Anne tried to scream, and a sickly-sweet chemical smell filled her nostrils.

 

I didn’t lock the back door, she thought. Sharon hates that I always forget to lock the back door.

 

Anne started to struggle, flailing her arms and legs wildly, but the man holding her simply tightened his grip and pulled her back into the dark living room. The man on the porch grinned and followed them inside, quietly shutting the door.

 

“Shit. That was easy.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Anne was dizzy, disoriented from the chemicals soaked into the rag. The man behind her dropped her, retching, onto the floor, and Anne wondered if they were going to rape her.

 

“Please…l-leave me a-alone…”

 

They both laughed.

 

The men her gagged her, stuffing the pair of dirty panties that she’d taken off earlier in the kitchen roughly into her mouth, and wound the leg of her nylons around her head, tying the feet together tightly behind the nape of her neck. They used some heavy plastic zip-ties to bind her hands behind her back. Then they lifted her as easily as if she were a child, and carried her through the house and out the back door to the van.

 

“C’mon. Hurry up.”

 

The security light didn’t go on this time; the men’s shoes crunched through broken glass as they carried Anne outside, still kicking.

 

“Damn. She’s a feisty bitch.”

 

“Fuck it. Hit her ‘till she stops.”

 

They slapped her, knocking her face back and forth, until sparks of light went off behind her eyes. Anne groaned into the gag, and stopped kicking. Blood seeped from her nose and dripped down the front of her nightgown.

 

“Shit.” The man with the camera shook his hand. “That hurt.”

 

“Pussy.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

Anne was picked up again, and they carried her quickly down the driveway. The van’s side door rolled open and the engine started as soon as Anne was dropped inside.

 

“Here go, kids. Enjoy.”

 

 Several more men were waiting in the van. They wore ski masks, and masks made out of nylon stockings. The man with the video camera jumped into the van and slammed the door shut. The men surrounded Anne. One of them held a syringe up and gave the plunger an ominous squeeze, sending a squirt of pale liquid out of the needle.

 

Anne’s bloodshot eyes went wide with panic.

 

The men smiled behind their masks and pinned her to the floor of the vehicle. The needle was plunged deep in her arm.

 

The gag muffled Anne’s screams.

 

The large man plopped into the front with the driver, making the van lurch with his weight. Together, they turned to watch the struggle through a peephole cut into the cab.

 

In the back, the men held Anne down until she stopped screaming and jerking, then they unwound the pantyhose and removed the gag from her mouth.

 

“Here it comes.”

 

The driver nodded at the observation.

 

Anne vomited, retched again, then passed out. She was dragged to the front of the van where an old blanket was draped over her limp body.

 

“Gotta love the first time somebody tries smack.”

 

“Mmn.”

 

The large man wrinkled his nose with distaste, then turned to the driver and lit a cigar. “Almost finished now. Just one more, and then we can have some fun before we get paid.”

 

In answer, the driver just smiled and started the van.

            

***

 

Hope.

 

The real American Dream.

 

It’s what this country was founded on. A simple word, yet it means so much.

 

Liberty.

 

Justice.

 

For all. Not just the few.

 

Generations of immigrants have braved countless hardships to travel to these shores. Searching for something so simple.

 

A new life.

 

A new beginning.

 

***

Seated at his table and lost in bitter memories, Hector wept quietly for his brother.

 

Arturo.

 

Hector had always been content with his life. He wanted for nothing: drugs, women, money; his needs were simple, and the political and military corruption in his country provided everything he ever wanted. When he came of age, Hector immersed himself in the violent life and took those things he wanted by force.

 

But not Arturo.

 

He hated the drugs and the rape, the killing and the corruption; what he called the murder of his soul. Arturo spent his nights dreaming of America and his days speaking of little else. The stories that were told of the Promised Land lured him like a sirens call.

 

When he turned seventeen, Arturo decided to chase his dreams. Hector could have sent him to America in comfort, like a prince. But Arturo wanted more, he needed to understand. He had to experience the hardship, the struggle of his people.

 

So he left his home and his family and began the long, dangerous trek across the border. Many strong men die attempting that voyage, even now in this day and age, or are caught and sent home, disgraced.

 

Somehow, after long weeks, Arturo made it.

 

He sent a constant stream of letters home, telling Hector and their family of America, the land of the free. He wrote that he had found a job working as a dishwasher in a small restaurant and a place to live. And he confided in Hector that he’d met a woman. Arturo’s English was very poor and at first, he struggled. But a waitress at the restaurant helped him. They fell in love, and a few months later, they had a baby girl.

 

They named the baby Emma.

 

Arturo said they were happy. For a while.

 

Months passed, and one day Arturo came home from work early. He’d been promoted to a line cook at the restaurant and the owners had given him a pay raise. He wanted to celebrate, and on his walk home he’d stopped and bought Isabella flowers. Arturo was whistling when he opened his door.

 

His life ended when he stepped inside.

 

Emma was lying naked on the floor of their little apartment, screaming, covered in her piss and feces, an empty bottle beside her on the floor. Isabelle was on her knees, kneeling against the couch; with a greasy, tattooed man fucking her from behind, like a she was a dog in heat.

 

They ignored Emma and her cries.

 

Isabelle’s eyes were vacant and unseeing. A used syringe was broken on the floor. A clear plastic pipe had fallen from Isabelle’s nerveless fingers, and lay on the floor next to Emma, still hot and smoking. Emma had tried to reach her bottle, but found the pipe instead, and red, puss-filled blisters had burst out on her poor, tiny fingers.

 

Arturo had seen crack before, both at home, when he and Hector were homeless children living in the street, and in the flop houses where he had slept when he first came to America. He knew the evils of the drug. He knew Isabelle was an addict. She told him after they met, when they began dating.

 

Arturo didn’t care. He loved her anyway. But when they learned that Isabelle was pregnant, Arturo asked her to stop. He begged her.

 

And she promised.

 

So when Arturo opened his door and found his wife and child, he flew into a mindless rage. He beat the man until he ran from the house, naked and bleeding. And then he turned his rage on Isabelle. He hit and kicked her until she cowered in a corner, then he took Emma, and he left, swearing to Isabelle that she would never see them again.

 

That was his mistake. He never should have left.

 

Neighbors called the police about a domestic disturbance. The police came and interviewed Isabelle a day later. She concocted her story, and the police decided Arturo had kidnapped his daughter, and was in danger of fleeing the country. On their advice, Isabelle hired the law firm of Sharon Chapman and Anne Laird to represent her in a custody suit. Chapman and Laird, the police told her, had established a reputation of taking on these types of domestic cases; incidents where a wife or a child had been abused or raped.

 

And Isabelle told more lies.

 

The police picked up Arturo and Emma at the restaurant, when he went in to pick up his paycheck. Arturo was arrested without a fight, processed and sent to jail to await trial.

 

Emma was taken into protective custody.

 

In court, Sharon Chapman convinced the judge and jury that Arturo had forced Isabelle to take drugs and prostitute herself, and who often raped his own child. She wove stories, describing to the court in grisly detail the atrocities that he had perpetrated on his family.

 

Again and again during the trial, Chapman directed the jury’s attention to Arturo, enforcing their suspicion that he was the monster she described. When she was called as a witness, under oath, Isabelle claimed that when he kidnapped Emma, Arturo intended on selling the baby for money, or God only knew what else.

 

They called him evil.

 

Arturo had no money. He barely spoke English. No real lawyer would represent him, and the women lawyers that represented Isabelle were very persuasive with their lies.

 

He had no chance.

 

A judge convicted him of all the heinous crimes he had been accused of, and sentenced him to more than twenty years in prison. And they made sure that he would never see his daughter again. Isabelle smiled as Arturo was led from the courtroom, and she celebrated, hugging her lawyers. Sharon Chapman herself handed Emma back into Isabelle’s needle-pricked arms.

 

Her wicked smile was the last thing Arturo saw before he was taken away.

 

In prison, Arturo wrote to Hector. He claimed that Isabella had been his one, true love, and his love had blinded him while she cut out his heart.

 

Isabelle had stolen everything; his daughter, his self-respect and pride. His honor.

 

Less than a month later, Arturo learned that both Isabelle and Emma had died in a fire. The fire had started in a drug house. The house was owned by the man Arturo had caught fucking his Isabelle, and beaten. The inhabitants had been too stoned to escape.

 

That day, Arturo lost what little was left of his soul.

 

The other inmates understood none of this. In prison, child molesters are reviled by the rest of the populace. Arturo was hurt badly, day after day, by men who had raped and killed. The irony was not lost on him, that Isabelle was still torturing him, even from beyond the grave. He tried to tell the truth of what had happened to anyone who he hoped would listen. He tried to fight back. It only made his life worse.

 

Arturo began to despair. He again wrote to Hector, begging him to come to America. Hector swore to his brother that he would help, that he would come and make the people who did this pay.

 

The next day, another inmate killed Arturo in his cell, stabbing him in the chest, over and over, with a homemade knife. The guards found Arturo much later, lying on the floor of his cell in a pool of blood. They called for a medic and watched him bleed.

 

No one would say who actually killed him.

 

***

 

It took Hector some time to arrange travel to the United States. When he finally arrived, he went directly to the prison to claim Arturo’s body. When he saw his brother’s corpse, Hector closed off his heart to the pain, until it was like a live thing trapped inside him, eating at him. He bottled up the rage. It would have to wait.

 

He wasn’t sure what he should do next. In his country, to resolve this matter would be simple. Hector would simply have had the people responsible for his brother’s death brought to him, then tortured and killed. But he couldn’t do that here. As powerful as he was at home, he had few friends here. He had to wait for an opportunity, to develop a plan.

 

So he claimed his brothers few possessions from the authorities, and he moved into the same small apartment where Arturo had lived with Isabelle and Emma. He had Arturo’s body returned home, away from this awful place. Just a few days later, Arturo’s attorney, a court-appointed lawyer, contacted Hector.

 

Hector went to meet him, and he was given a sealed manila envelope. When Hector asked what it was, the attorney just shrugged.

 

“Dunno. Open it and see.”

 

Hector returned to the tiny apartment and opened the envelope. By the time he finished reading, he was smiling.

 

Before he died, Arturo had found a way to get his revenge.

 

***

 

Arturo didn’t want Susan Chapman or Anne Laird dead. That would have been a simple thing; Hector had killed before, men and women; it was the same to him. Easy.

 

No, Arturo wanted the lawyers, and anyone who had worked for them punished. He wanted them to be humiliated and ruined, raped and beaten, their lives destroyed, just as his had been. Somehow while he was in prison, Arturo had learned of the Fantasies, Inc. people, and their capabilities. It seemed that they would and could do almost anything. For a price.

 

Arturo laid his plans carefully. It would be expensive, he knew, and he did not have access to the funds he would need. But he found a way it might work.

 

First, somehow Hector had to get close to the lawyers, get them to trust him. So he swallowed his pride and gone to work for them as a janitor.

 

A fucking, piece of shit janitor.

 

He’d worked his ass off for them, biding his time and learning where they lived, their habits, their secrets. He learned where they each kept their money, and where the accounts for the firm where. He worked and watched, and slowly and surely they began to confide in him. When he though he’d learned enough, he sent Arturo’s plan to the Fantasy website, and waited.

 

Nothing happened. Hector began to think he’d been scammed. But he held onto a small hope that he would not let go. Not until that arrogant bitch had been properly punished.

 

Hector hated slaving for the lawyer cunt and her partner. Hated them for what they had done to his brother and his family. His own honor had been disgraced, working like a common pig for the bitch. So, every day for the past six months he had come home from work and checked his email account, and every day he had been disappointed.

 

            But now…

 

            Hector turned the padded envelope over in his hands. His name and his address were neatly printed in the middle of the package. There was nothing else to find. No label or return address; nothing. He took a small pocket knife from his trousers and slit open the sealed flap. He shook the contents out onto the table.

 

            He peeked inside the envelope to make sure it was empty, and tossed it away. On the table in front of him was a stack of silver computer disks and a plain envelope with the Fantasies, Inc. logo printed in gold in the middle. Each disk was sealed in a plastic case, and labeled with a woman’s first name, two disks each.

 

He picked up the envelope and tore it open.

 

Hello.

 

At your earliest convenience please check your email for a complete set of instructions, as well as a link to your new, personal web site to monitor the progress of your fantasy. You have our absolute assurance that your website is totally private and completely secure.

 

You may be contacted with further updates. Please find included with this notification a bonus set of disks; our free gift to you.

 

We hope you enjoy your special gift.

 

Sincerely,

 

Fantasies, Inc.

 

Hector read the note, and a second later he was on the internet, checking his email. He brought up his account, half expecting not to find anything.

 

But there it was. Just one message, but that was enough to send a current of excitement through his body. He clicked with the mouse and read his message, a short version of the note from the envelope, with a link attached. He clicked on the link, and waited.

 

The page loaded quickly. On the main page, another link in a fancy script read: Welcome to your fantasy. Underneath that, in smaller type, was a flashing: Click here.

 

Hector clicked.

 

The next page was divided and boxed into quarters; each box contained a separate link, the first name of a woman; the same first names were printed on each of the disks that were included in the package.

 

            Hector knew those names. He briefly wondered why there were four. There was a message at the top of the page.

 

            All flashing links are live feeds, filmed in real time. You can choose to save your favorite video feeds in your free, additional website space for later viewing. You can also edit your saved files using the software provided online, then download and save the files on your hard drive or other media for your continued enjoyment. Make your own movies, screen savers, and more!

 

            Three of the links were flashing, with a steady red pulse.

 

Debbie. Michelle. Anne. Sharon’s name was there, too, a flat, lifeless blue in her section of the screen.

 

Hector chose a name at random, pointed the mouse, clicked, and the page changed again. He stared at his screen. Dozens of new links, divided and grouped under headings.

 

At home, In the car, At the office, Saved files, etc.

 

            The At home link was flashing. Hector clicked.

 

Bathroom. Click. Shower. Click.

 

And suddenly, live and in color, with sound that was clear as a bell, Hector was watching Debbie Jones, taking her morning shower. He watched as she lathered shampoo through her bleached-blonde hair, and listened to her hum quietly, as soapy, steaming hot water ran over her huge breasts, down her back and her belly, past her mound and down her legs.

 

Hector gasped in pleasure. He felt an erection trying to burst from his trousers. In his excitement, he knocked over his chair when he stood and dropped his pants.

 

He straightened the chair and sat back down with his pants bunched in a puddle around his ankles and his cock throbbing in his hand.

 

He jacked off while Debbie finished her shower and dried off. He watched her pat her pale skin dry with a fluffy white towel, then wrapped it in her hair, like a turban. She brushed her teeth and left the bathroom.

 

            On his screen, a message popped up.

 

            Camera auto-follow between rooms? Yes/No?

 

            He clicked on yes.

 

The camera view switched to a bedroom. Debbie had taken the towel off and tossed it on her bed, and was pulling on a tiny pair of lacy black panties. She had her back turned towards the camera, giving Hector a nice view of her plump ass. His dick throbbed, and then another message popped up.

 

Did you know? You can use your mouse to scroll between camera angles. Give it a try. Click the edge of the window to view a new frame.

 

Hector clicked the top of the screen, and suddenly Debbie’s tits filled the entire monitor, large as life, like he could just reach out and grab them.

 

Click and hold the right mouse button, then move the mouse to adjust and focus between different camera angles.

 

He clicked and rolled the mouse back towards the edge of the table, until he could see Debbie’s whole room again.

 

There. He smiled, enjoying himself. That’s better.

 

He laughed when she lost her balance and fell on her ass. Debbie swore. She’d fallen with her legs up in the air and the panties dangling around one of her knees. Hector used the mouse to zoom in again, giving him a nice look at her snatch. Bushy.

 

Debbie grunted and struggled to her feet. He watched, spellbound, as she dressed for work, slipping on a bra and nylon stockings, then a nice skirt and blouse. The camera went black when she left the house, then switched to a shot of Debbie walking to her car. She unlocked the car, and another message popped up.

 

Continue filming? Yes/No

 

NO.

 

His cock was bored now. Time to try someone else. Hector backed out. The link he wanted was still dead, so instead he chose Michelle.

 

Bathroom. He grinned and got comfortable. Click.

 

The screen refreshed. Hectors’ eyes popped open, and his cock perked right back up. Michelle, shot from above and behind, was leaning over her bathroom counter with her ass up in the air, putting on lipstick. Her jet-black hair was still wet from the shower, black and glistening with moisture. She was dressed in a lacy satin bra and a pair of matching panties.

 

Talking a mile a minute, another, older woman entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Hector used the mouse to zoom in on her face.

 

Sharon.

 

Hector jacked off as she bathed, and slumped back in his chair when he blew his load onto the linoleum. Sharon finished with her shower. Michelle dressed for work in a blue suit and a white silk blouse. She clipped on a pair of pearl earrings, smiled, and pressed her body tightly against Sharon’s.

 

A look of euphoria stole over Sharon’s face. She shut her eyes and smiled as Michelle lightly cupped her breasts and kissed the nape of her neck. She ran her hand through Michelle’s hair, and they clung to each other, swaying gently. Then Sharon turned and the women embraced, two lovers, kissing passionately.

 

His penis twitched again, and rose back to attention. I did not realize. But this is…this is very fine.

 

Hector spent the rest of the morning at his computer, happily exploring the feeds that had been collected over the past couple weeks and the disks that had been included with his package.

 

***

 

            Lost in her drug-induced euphoria, Sharon had no idea how long they raped her. She barely remembered any of it after the drugs took effect, except that at some point her body betrayed her and she began responding to the sex. She remembered hearing a grunt of surprise from one of the men while he fucked her. She’d suddenly wrapped her legs around his back and started bucking uncontrollably underneath him and she came with a loud cry, sending a torrent of warm fluid squirting over his thighs. He backhanded her face and called her a horny cunt, then went back to fucking her.

 

Everything else was bits and pieces.

 

Once, she recognized Annie’s face, tight with pain, shoved against a muscular belly. She was stripped naked and gagging, with ropes of spit and vomit dangling from her chin, her cheeks and slim neck bulging from the thick cock that was slamming in and out of her mouth. Sharon noticed other, fuzzy shapes and voices, the wet, slurping sound of sex, men grunting and women gasping with pain and crying from shame. The sounds all seemed muffled and distorted, as if they were far away.

 

The men liked to fuck her two or three at a time. One man would fuck her and pull out, and then another would immediately take his place. The Mountain was the worst. He liked to rip into her ass with his enormous cock, fuck her, and then make her swallow him until he came, shooting his load while he was buried deep in her throat.

 

Sharon thought the ordeal would be over relatively quickly, but it seemed like it went on for hours. She realized there was no natural way the rapists could be that potent. The men must have taken some kind of drug not long before.

 

The van drove slowly, rarely slowing, and the motion of the vehicle was almost comforting. Every once in a while, Sharon felt them ease to a stop, probably for lights, and she even thought that she heard a police siren once, right next to them. She tried to scream then, but the men around her just laughed and a cock was pushed into her mouth. At some point the drugs they gave her began to wear off, and she felt the pain of her torn, battered body: the sharp pain running up her jaw and down her neck, her bruised breasts, the torn flesh of her rectum and vagina, the bites on her nipples and neck and shoulders. The men had taken her jewelry, but they never bothered to remove her clothes; now the material just hung from her in torn scraps.

 

Eventually the van slowed and came to a stop. Sharon was thrown onto her belly on the floor, facing the van door, and her arms were locked behind her back. Annie was beside her, staring vacantly into space. Next to her, Debbie was kneeling on all fours, still being fucked by two men. They came quickly and shoved her to the floor, handcuffing her while cum still glistened on their cocks.

 

Sharon glanced around, her drugged mind beginning to work again. Debbie. Annie. Someone was missing.

 

Michelle, she thought. She’s not here. They didn’t get Michelle.

 

A tinge of hope ran through her as the men dressed. Then the Mountain pulled a cell phone from his coat.

 

“We’re ready.”

 

The door to the van was unlocked and thrown open. The wind rushed inside, covering the three women with a light blanket of freezing snow and ice. Sharon shivered miserably.

 

“Here you go, buddy. They’re all yours.”

 

The Mountain and the other men stepped over the women and jumped out of the van. Sharon looked up and gasped in surprise.

 

Hector stood in the doorway, his face twisted into a mask of hate and lust. His black eyes bored into Sharon’s, and she shivered again, but not from the cold.

 

The Mountain clapped him on the shoulder, and handed him two small video tapes. “These are on us, m’man, made last night and on the ride. They’ll be available on the net in an hour or two, soon as we get ‘em edited.”

 

Hector nodded, his face changing into a demonic grin as he pocketed the tapes. Sharon looked past the men, trying to see a landmark, figure out were they were. All she could see were a few trees, barely visible behind a wall of white.

 

“The van’s all gassed up. You got a stash under the front seat, enough heroin to keep the two of ‘em nice and quiet ‘till you get past the border. There’s a map folded in the glove box. Follow the directions and take the marked route down through California. Be at the border at exactly eight o’clock in the morning two days from now. You need to be there on Christmas day. Our man will be there, waiting with a plane. He’ll get you to where you’re going without any problems. You’re on your own after that. Got it?”

 

Hector nodded. “I understand.”

 

Sharon gasped again. Hector grinned at her. His accent had disappeared. He even seemed larger, taller; a commanding figure instead of the meek little custodian she knew. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw Debbie staring at him too. Annie was still blank; the whites of her eyes showing and blood still oozing from her mashed nose. She seemed catatonic.

 

The Mountain nodded.

 

“Right. Now, ‘bout the cash.”

 

Hector finally took his eyes off Sharon. “I thought you figured out how to get it?”

 

Another voice came from outside, away from Sharon’s point of view; soft, quiet and definitely female.

 

“We did.”

 

            Hector backed up a half-step, and almost bowed. The Mountain smiled, and said, “Hey, love.”

 

            Michelle peeked into the van and grinned merrily. She was snuggled into Sharon’s nice, warm cashmere coat. She smiled down at Sharon.

 

            “Sharon! Look at you! You look so cute, tied up like that. Makes me want to eat you up, but...” She slowly licked her ruby lips, then nodded at Hector. “You don’t belong to me anymore.”

 

            Hector grinned. Michelle tossed him a set of keys.

 

“Oh, well. You know what they say. ‘Better to have loved and lost’ and all that garbage. Anyway, Hector, those are for you. Keys to their handcuffs and the van, too. I’ve been driving this big fucking thing around all night, and now it’s all yours.”

 

Hector made the keys disappear into the same pocket as the video tapes.

 

Michelle wrapped her slim arms around the Mountain. “And pretty soon, I’ll be able to finish work and get back to my sweetie-pie.” She looked up and drank in the dark eyes behind the mask. She eased the edge of the mask up past his lips, and they kissed passionately. “Baby, you’re so sweet. I love the coat.”

 

“Thought you might.”

 

The Mountain grinned and they kissed again. Sharon grunted angrily. Michelle finally turned back to the van.

 

            “Well, well. Look at you, all wrapped up like presents under the tree. Merry Christmas, Hector. From all of us at Fantasies, Inc.”

 

            “Thank you.”

 

            “You like our work?”

 

            “Yes. It was perfect. My brother’s spirit will be able to rest soon. And I…” The look he gave Sharon turned her blood to ice. “I will find my own pleasure.” He turned back to the Mountain. “But I do not understand about the money?”

 

            Michelle stepped closer to Sharon and stroked her hair. Sharon jerked her head away, and Michelle slapped her, smacking her face into the floorboard. She grabbed a knot of Sharon’s hair and twisted it in her fist.

 

“Now, now, now. Is that any way to behave? Hmmn?”

 

She jerked Sharon’s head back and stuck a finger into her mouth. Her long, painted fingernails dug into the soft roof of Sharon’s mouth as she worked the metal ring free.

 

“Well, Hector, you see, they couldn’t have done this the easy way. Oh, no. Even after everything I’ve done for the firm, all the money I’ve made for these lovely ladies, none of these cunts ever really trusted me with the passwords for the bank accounts. So…”

 

She pulled the ring out of Sharon’s mouth and tossed it in the air. The Mountain caught it with a grin. The ring disappeared into a pocket and, once again, the Mountain pulled out his cell phone. Sharon had thought having the ring out of her mouth would be a relief, but she sucked at the cold air, fighting the sudden urge to vomit and the sharp pain running down her jaw.

 

Hector looked confused. “What?”

 

“So tonight Sharon’s going to finally tell me what they are.” Michelle opened the coat. She was naked underneath, her nipples hard from the cold. She pulled a gleaming blue pistol from an inside pocket and pointed it at Sharon’s head. “Aren’t you, baby?”

 

“You f-f-fucking b-b-bitch!”

 

Michelle feigned shocked. “Now, now. No need to get crude, sweet.”

 

“I’m not telling you anything!” Sharon croaked.

 

“Oh, I think you will.”

 

Michelle cocked back the slide and pressed the barrel of the gun to Sharon’s temple. Sharon lost control of her bladder; warm piss soaked the filthy carpet under her hips.

 

“Oh, God, please…”

 

Hector panicked and lunged at Michelle. “No! No! I’m not done with her! I…”

 

The Mountain caught him easily, and held him still. Michelle smiled gently.

 

            “Sweet, sweet Sharon. He needs you. We can’t call this job finished if I kill you. That’s bad for my reputation. And my employers – my real employers, that is, well, they absolutely hate when a project doesn’t end on a positive note. Gotta keep the customers satisfied, you know what I’m saying? I think you do. And besides all that, we don’t get paid. So I guess I can’t shoot you, now can I?”

 

            Sharon shivered uncontrollably. “Y-you’re in-in-insane.”

 

            Michelle dragged the gun hard across Sharon’s face, cutting a furrow along her cheeks. Sharon felt warm blood seep from the cuts as Michelle pointed the gun at Anne’s head. She looked over at Hector, who was staring at her, wide-eyed. Sharon thought he looked as panicked as she felt. Anne never blinked, her eyes still blank, unfocused.

 

            “Hector?” Michelle inclined her head. “What about Anne? You need her too?”

 

            Hector gulped, and nodded frantically. “Yes! Yes! Both of them! Both of those bitches killed my brother! You know I want them both alive!”

 

“Shit. That’s true. It was all there in your submission, wasn’t it? Very interesting story, by the way. So sad.”

 

Michelle shook her head, feeling the pain. Then:

 

“Well, anyway. Okay. If you insist, I won’t shoot her. But I don’t think it would be much of a loss, personally.”

 

Michelle made a snorting noise and looked down at Anne.

 

“Just a pretty face. Awful attorney. Hell, after we accepted this assignment, I barely studied for two weeks before I took the bar exams, and I’m a better lawyer than this twat is, even after what – twenty years?” She snorted again. “I think the old boys just tolerated her to get a piece of her pretty ass once in a while.”

 

Michelle flipped her hair back over her shoulder, and grinned at Sharon.

 

“You know, she wasn’t even a good fuck. Nice for a quickie, I guess, but boring as all hell. She didn’t even like being tied up. No wonder you got tired of her.”

 

Sharon squirmed, furious. “W-what?”

 

“Oh, didn’t you know?” Michelle pinched one of Anne’s nipples. “I seduced her just a few weeks ago. She came to my house one night, trying to win you back. I think you were out of town on work. I can’t really remember.” Michelle looked off into the snow, remembering. She was jerking on Anne’s tit and letting it fall, then doing it over and over. “She was so drunk. I think she wanted to kill me, actually.”

 

“Leave her alone!”

 

“If you insist.”

 

Michelle stepped to the end of the door. She grinned at the terrified Debbie, and looked back at Hector.

 

“We’ve got one more option.”

 

Hector stopped struggling. “Her?”

 

“Yep.”

 

Hector thought about it for a moment.

 

“I don’t need her.”

 

Michelle smiled. “Good.”

 

Debbie tried to scream, but it was cut short. Michelle grabbed the pearl necklace still hanging between Debbie’s breasts, and gave it a vicious twist. Debbie’s eyes popped open. She choked and kicked as her air was cut off. Two of the masked men wrestled her out of the van, dumping her roughly onto the frozen ground. They pulled Debbie up into a kneeling position and held her in place as Michelle moved quickly behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed the gun against the back of her head.

 

The Mountain dialed a number on his cell phone. A second later he grunted and nodded at Michelle.

 

“Well, baby?”

 

Michelle smiled happily at Sharon.

 

“Would you like to tell me now? I want the passwords for both the corporate accounts, and for all of your personal accounts. I know you know them.”

 

Her voice turned cold.

 

“Don’t fuck with me, baby, or you’ve got a dead, fat-ass cunt lying here for the police to find, and a coat that belongs to you covered in her blood. We’ll wipe the gun down and put it in your hand. Just for a second. When the police find the murder weapon hidden away, with your fingerprints on it, and then the coat…” 

 

She shrugged.

 

“Well. I’m sure you’ve put people behind bars with less evidence. And don’t forget, this lovely state has the death penalty.”

 

Michelle looked over at Hector, and smiled.

 

“A little improv on your scenario, I know. But it works, yes?”

 

He was completely composed again, and nodded curtly. “Yes.”

 

Sharon finally understood why Michelle was naked under the coat. She could just wash the blood off. No other clothes to dispose of.

 

“Michelle, please…” She whispered. “Don’t...”

 

Michelle just smiled and licked her lips. Sharon remembered that face, from the first time she’d seen Michelle in criminal court, going after the jugular of a defending attorney. She only looked that way when she was having fun.

 

“Ba-bee. We’ve wasted enough time, and my tootsie’s are getting cold. So lets speed this up. I’m going to count to three, and then Fatty here’s dead. One, two…”

 

Debbie was turning blue. Her entire body was shaking. Sharon didn’t even think twice about telling them the passwords, just blurted out everything she could remember. The Mountain repeated everything into the cell phone, and they waited while Michelle slowly and happily choked Debbie to death.

 

“Good.” The Mountain snapped the cell phone shut. “That’s it. ten-point-six million dollars, transferred to points unknown.” He glared at Sharon. “No money, my black ass.”

 

Michelle grinned and turned to Hector.

 

“Well. It’s been nice working with you, Hector. As a parting gift, you’ll find a bank book in the van with a small balance, thoughtfully contributed to your cause from the now defunct law firm of Chapman and Laird. Enjoy.”

 

She nodded to the Mountain. He pulled two syringes from his pocket, uncapped one, squirted a bit of fluid into the air, found a vein in Anne’s arm and jabbed the needle in. He injected her quickly. Anne’s staring eyes rolled back into her head, exposing the whites. Her body convulsed once and relaxed. Then he turned to Sharon and uncapped the other syringe.

 

Sharon shook her head and screamed as he twisted her arm. “N-no…!”

 

She felt a strange warmth flood her arm, and she started to cry. The world around her quickly turned grey. The Mountain slammed the door shut with a clang, and Sharon’s last thought was that Michelle had never let Debbie go.

 

Then she heard two muffled pops from outside the van, like firecrackers going off, and Michelle’s low, throaty laughter.

 

Sharon vomited as the heroin hit her nervous system.

 

She heard a noise, coming closer. A helicopter?

 

The van’s engine rumbled as it started.

 

And Sharon’s world went black.

 

***

 

Epilogue

 

A fat, black fly buzzed incessantly around Sharon’s face, waking her from her stupor.

 

Sharon groaned and tried to swat at the fly, but her arm didn’t seem to want to move. Something clanked, like metal scraping metal, and she glanced around, blinking, groggy and unsure of her surroundings. Her eyes took a moment to focus. She licked dry, cracked lips, wanting to rub away the thick crust that had caked her eyes, and wondered again why her arm wouldn’t move.

 

She found herself in a large, green tent, handcuffed to the steel frame of a folding cot. Anne was lying naked and unconscious on an identical cot just next to her.

 

“A-Annie?” She croaked.

 

Two hard, stone-faced men in faded military fatigues guarded the entrance to the tent. One of them grunted and lifted the tent flap, letting in a brilliant ray of sunlight, and stepped outside. Sharon heard the sound of men and vehicles moving outside, and muted, as if farther away, the sound of animals. Dogs, barking. Other sounds, too, that she didn’t recognize.

 

“W-who are you? Where are we?”

 

The guard ignored her and the fly. He simply stared straight ahead, his dark eyes fixed on some point at the back of the tent.

 

Sharon gave up trying to speak and concentrated on taking stock of her situation. She too was stripped naked. She felt awful, like she’d suffered through a horrible illness. Her body was covered with just-healing bruises and welts, as was Annie’s. Both had their wrists handcuffed to the middle edges of the cots, and their feet were locked as well, in the same fashion.

 

A sharp jolt of pain shot down her spine when Sharon lifted her head, making the muscles in her belly clench and spasm. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Her body was slick with sweat and crusted with dried vomit; tiny, pin-prick scabs ran along the inside of her bruised forearms. The tent was sweltering hot. Sharon tried to speak again, to ask for a drink of water.  It felt like she was swallowing razor blades. The guard didn’t bother to answer or move from his post; he just kept staring straight ahead, and Sharon didn’t have the strength to ask again.

 

Vague memories plagued her, floating in and out of her mind, just on the edge of her consciousness. Images of a van. Men she did not know. Annie and Debbie. Pain, and more pain. A plane. And over everything, a desperate craving that gnawed at the pit of her stomach.

 

Sharon let her head rest back on the cot. A tear bubbled over and ran down the side of her cheek, cutting a trail through the dirt and grime smeared on her face.

 

She remembered everything now. The abduction and the rapes. Michelle, dressed in nothing but Sharon’s coat, holding a gun to the back of Debbie’s head, smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world. And a moment later, after Sharon had given her what she wanted, everything she’d asked for, the two gunshots.

 

Sharon remembered being drugged and afterwards, a long drive, tied and gagged with Anne in the back of the kidnappers van. More drugs each time the van would stop. A final stop, and then a plane ride.

 

Withdrawal. Knots of nausea and intense pain, eating at her gut.

 

Sharon shook her head, trying to rid herself of the fear that was paralyzing her as surely as the binds holding her down.

 

She was still alive. That had to count for something. She and Anne could have been killed too, along with Debbie. But they were alive. And maybe she could somehow keep them that way.

 

Next to her, Anne began to stir, moaning. Outside the tent, Sharon heard precise, measured footsteps approaching.

 

Then voices.

 

One voice Sharon thought she recognized; hard and commanding. The tent flap was pulled back and two men entered, their dusty boots crunching on the soil floor. The flap fell back into place as they stepped inside.

 

Sharon sniffled and again raised her head, only to send another shock of pain through her skull. Her vision blurred and she choked back a cry, blinking away tears until she could see again.

 

“Awake. Finally.”

 

Hector stood silently at the foot of her cot, appraising her with a cold glare. He turned to the guards and spoke a few, clipped words that Sharon couldn’t understand.

 

“Clean them up and let the men have their fun. Bring them to the pit at dusk.”

 

The guards nodded, grinning wolfishly. Sharon remembered seeing that grin from other men, men who had hurt her, and not long ago.

 

“W-wait, p-please…you can let us go. We won’t tell anyone…”

 

Hector laughed. A short, loud bark. Then he stepped close and slapped Sharon across the face. He grabbed her, squeezing her bruised cheeks, and he spit in her eye. The spittle mixed with her tears and blurred her vision even more. Then, in English:

 

“I will not foul myself by taking my pleasure from you. I will leave you to the men, and then to the dogs.”

 

Then he spun on his heel and marched out of the tent.

 

***

 

            A sharp word was shouted outside the tent and the guards had men fetch several buckets of tepid water.

 

The water was brought quickly, and the tent began to fill with scarred, brutal-looking men, all of whom were armed and dressed in the same faded combat fatigues. The tent flap remained open, and more men peered in from outside. They laughed and joked, watching expectantly as the guards doused the women, still cuffed tightly to their cots, drenching them from head to foot with murky grey water. They scrubbed Sharon and Anne clean using thick cakes of rough soap and stiff brushes, until their skin was pink and raw. Then they were doused again, and again, until the dripping water made soapy pools of mud under the bedding.

 

Sharon heard Annie in the next cot, whispering “no no no no”, over and over, as one of the men reached between her spread legs and began shoving his hand roughly into her vagina. Annie screamed, but the men just laughed with their comrade as he fingered her, jabbing his hand deep into her soft pussy.

 

Anne’s body jerked and heaved. The men unlocked Anne’s feet and flipped her over onto her stomach. Two of them spread her legs wide, holding her firmly in place by her ankles. The man who had been fist-fucking Anne unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive, uncircumcised cock. He slapped her ass and climbed up on the cot and wedged himself between Anne’s legs.

 

Sharon closed her eyes as the men gathered closely around them. A boy who could’ve been no more than fifteen leaned over Sharon and bit her nipple until she cried out. She began to weep silently as her ankles were unlocked, and she tried unsuccessfully to blot out her friend’s muffled screams.

 

A moment later, someone took care of the problem for her.

 

***

 

            The rapes seemed to go on forever.

 

When the sun began to set, the guards pushed away the few remaining men and unlocked Anne and Sharon. They were then dragged out of the tent, naked, bloody and exhausted. Sharon tried to struggle and received a pair of vicious slaps. Anne let the men cuff her hands behind her back without a word. She whimpered when they touched her and kept her eyes fixed on the ground. All the fight seemed to have been drained out of her.

 

Sharon glanced around as she stumbled from the tent, past the men still milling about. They were being held in a small military camp, stationed in a deep jungle. Their tent was picketed a few yards away from the main camp.

 

Outside, another pair of armed guards stationed at the entrance to the tent fell into step as they were yanked away towards the outskirts of the camp. The women were led past a convoy of camouflaged jeeps and other vehicles to a small clearing, full of sweaty, drunken men, feasting next to a roaring bonfire. Sharon noticed women among the men, dressed in little more than rags, serving food and drink.

 

The men groped the women and laughed.

 

The gathering circled a shallow pit that had been scraped out of the forest floor. Six thick wooden stakes wrapped with supple leather thongs had been driven deep into the packed earth in the center of the pit.

 

Hector sat under a canopy in a camp chair at the far lip of the pit, flanked by a pair of armed guards. He appeared lost in thought.

 

Anne and Sharon were led down a slope cut like a tunnel that opened into the pit and forced to kneel by the stakes. Their captors saluted Hector, and the crowd of shouting men grew quiet, until the only sounds were the crackle of the fire, and the loud baying of dogs from somewhere beyond.

 

Hector acknowledged the salute with a grunt and a nod.

 

Anne and Sharon were held down, kneeling and spread-eagled, and strapped tightly to the stakes with their arms lashed to the ground straight out in front of them.

 

“Let them loose.”

 

The men roared their approval. For the first time, Hector smiled. Sharon could hear Anne panting loudly.

 

She tried to comfort her friend. “Annie…?”

 

“N-nooo…!”

 

Anne shook her head frantically, staring at the crest of the slope, her eyes round and panicked. The barking grew louder, the sound suddenly noticeable over the cheers of the drunken men.

 

Sharon shouted to be heard. “Annie!”

 

Annie ignored her, and began screaming. Sharon turned to see the large, dark shapes as they appeared at the top of the pit, eyes red and gleaming in the firelight as they bounded swiftly down the incline towards them. Sharon’s mind froze, and for a moment, she truly wished she were dead. The realization of what was about to happen to them was sudden and crushing.

 

For the first time since her abduction, Sharon felt fear; and complete, total shame over what was to come.

 

“Oh God.” Anne cried, thrashing in her bonds. “No…please…”

 

And then the dogs were in the pit, snarling and biting. Sharon screamed as the first hound touched her naked flank. And then some thing cold and wet was between her legs, sniffing. She looked up at the cheering men, at the smiling Hector, and shook her head frantically.

 

“N-no…”

 

Claws raked Sharon’s buttocks and her back as the first hound scrambled at her flesh with its paws, climbing onto her back. It mounted her quickly from behind, sniffing at her hair, her face, its heavy body smashing her to the ground and knocking the breath from her lungs. The animal drooled on her back and jerked its hips against her, painfully gouging its swollen red member deep into her tender pussy.

 

Hector, along with his men and their dogs, caroused well into the night.

 

***

 

            The jungle was dark and quiet when Sharon woke. She heard the sound of running water, felt a warm spattering of moisture on her face. She groaned and opened her eyes. Anne was sprawled in the dirt, still tied, her breathing ragged. Sharon coughed dirt and foul tasting liquid out of her mouth. She hurt everywhere.

 

            Hector finished his piss, shook his cock and stuffed it back in his cargo pants.

 

            “Good morning, Senorita.”

 

            Sharon jerked back as a heavy knife was thrust into the ground next to her hands. She found herself staring at a pair of black boots, and looked up. Hector squatted next to her, his hands resting on his knees, his pair of guards at attention behind him.

 

            “F-fuck you.” Sharon spat the words.

 

            He smiled benignly and indicated the knife.

 

“This is for you, as are these.”

 

Hector waved a large, calloused hand and the guards tossed a pair of canteens and two backpacks onto the ground.

 

            “It is time that we are leaving this place, Senorita. I have been away for much too long. My men have waited patiently, and it is time for me to make my presence in my country felt once again.”

 

Hector smoothed his mustache, and continued.

 

“Do you understand why this happened?”

 

Sharon glanced at Anne and then glared at him, trembling.

 

“S-scum.”

 

“Ah. No. You see, you have brought these last few weeks on yourself.” He toyed with the hilt of the knife. “You killed my brother, you know?”

 

“I never hurt anyone.”

 

“That is untrue.”

 

Hector held up a finger, pointing at her. He unbuttoned his shirt pocket and removed the photo of Arturo and his family.

 

“Do you remember a man named Arturo Fernandez? No? Perhaps a woman called Isabelle, or a child named Emily?”

 

He brooded over the picture, his eyes smoldering, and then thrust the photo towards Sharon. He waited as recognition lit her eyes.

 

“You sent my brother to prison.”

 

Sharon shook her head, defiant.

 

“He…he was scum…”

 

Hector hit Sharon hard enough that lights danced behind her eyes.

 

“Arturo was a boy.”

 

He hit her again, knocking her head back and forth.

 

“A simple, loving boy, who forgave anyone their sins. A boy who wanted nothing more than to live in America, the land of hope and freedom. To live and love his family, yes? A dream he held dear, from when he was young; just a child, with me, living in the streets.”

 

Hector rocked back on his heels, staring.

 

“He wrote me, you see. He knew Isabelle was hiding something. She had been a drug addict when they met. He tried to help. But that whore…she took Arturo’s dream and crushed it.”

 

Hector jabbed at the picture with a blunt fingertip, his eyes narrowed.

 

“With your help.”

 

“I didn’t…” Hector raised his hand again, but Sharon kept going. “He molested his child! The evidence… He abused his wife…”

 

The look Hector gave Sharon froze her blood.

 

“Lies. The child was molested, yes. But you had no forensic match, yes? None of the DNA?  Where was your proof? You had no evidence, only the word of a crack whore. Who paid you and your friends to represent her? Hm? Can you answer that?”

 

Hector waited for her answer, grinding his teeth. When Sharon just shook her head, he continued.

 

“She was a simple waitress, yes? Who had no money, no family. Who? Who helped her? Do you know Isabelle and Emily died not a month after your lies sent my brother to prison? Did you bother to interview any of the employees at the restaurant, who all knew she was an addict? Did you?

 

Sharon continued shaking her head.

 

“Answer me, woman!”

 

“No! No…I…we believed her…”

 

Hector grabbed her face, forced her to look him in the eye.

 

“The man who paid for your fees is the same man who whored Isabelle and who raped her daughter. The same man who she and Emily were found dead with in flamed out drug house. The sick fuck who deluded you and your foolish partner into thinking that my brother…!”

 

Spittle foamed at the corners of Hectors mouth. One of the guards gently touched his shoulder. Hector rolled his neck and visibly brought himself back under control.

 

“I-I didn’t know…” Sharon stuttered. “I didn’t. Isabelle told me…”

 

“You believed her lies, and because of you, my brother was murdered in an American prison by a criminal who was trying to rape him.”

 

He stared at her numbly, the corner of his lip twitching.

 

“You foolish woman. Now do you understand? Your casual ignorance is no excuse for what you have done.”

 

Hector stood.

 

“You and that bitch took everything from him. His daughter. His life. That is the truth. The truth denied him because of your actions. Isabelle and the scum who caused this are beyond my grasp. But you are not. At the end, Arturo wanted you punished for your part in this. He wanted your lives and livelihoods destroyed, and your reputations ruined. That you suffer for your sins. But his last wish was that you understand.”

 

He stepped around Sharon and kicked Anne in the side.

 

“I would have killed you, yes. But Arturo understood. You were fallible. You are a zealous woman, Sharon Chapman. You believed you were doing the correct thing. The Lord’s work, yes? Helping the poor, the down-trodden. He did not want for you to die.”

 

He spit.

 

“So, I must see for myself. I work for you. Arturo’s assumption is correct. You are a fool, but a righteous fool.”

 

He shook his head, grinned, and knelt again. When he touched Sharon’s face, he was almost gentle.

 

“Sharon Chapman. I leave you with a choice. To live, or to die. I leave you and your woman these packs and this knife. Inside the packs are clothes and enough supplies to see a strong, trained man through three, four days in the jungle. The knife is close enough for you to saw through your binds, after a time.”

 

He pointed.

 

“There is an overgrown dirt road that heads directly north from this camp. If you follow the road, it winds through the hills and leads to a small village, many miles from here. By foot, a man might reach the town, perhaps after approximately eight days travel. Or…” The guards grinned. “You can take your friend and try your luck in the jungle. The knife has a compass. Cut your way through the bush, due north. You could save several days and your supplies would see you through, if you do not get lost. Fair warning: the jungle is dangerous. And even if you find your way through, either way, the people in the town are not fond Americans. They will not want to aid you. They may even kill you.”

 

Hector spit again, for emphasis.

 

“But if you are resourceful and willing to pay with your, say, womanly treasures, you may find a man in the village with a small prop plane that may be coerced to fly you fairly close to the border. There you will find only more trials. The American authorities are currently searching for two women attorneys, lesbian lovers who embezzled several million dollars from their firm. It is very sensational and dramatic; the story is on all the news stations.”

 

The guards actually chuckled at that; even Hector seemed pleased.

 

 “The Americans believe that the firm’s junior partner was murdered to keep her quiet, and the body hidden. And they speculate that one of the employees, a receptionist named Debbie Jones, had somehow discovered what happening and confronted the pair herself, instead of notifying the police.”

 

Hector bent his fingers into the shape of a pistol and pointed it at Sharon’s temple. Sharon flinched.

 

“They speculate that the women shot her in cold blood and then bolted from the country.”

 

“Oh, God, Debbie…” Sharon whispered, horrified, remembering the two loud popping sounds outside the van when they were taken. “No…”

 

“The authorities are also searching for another person of some interest, who may have known what really happened; the company janitor, who seems to have disappeared. They assume that perhaps he was in the country illegally, discovered the body after it had been dumped in the lawyers’ office, and has fled the country. ”

 

Hector stood and smoothed his mustache. He pulled his pistol from its holster and pointed it at Anne’s head.

 

No. Not again. Sharon screamed.

 

“No, no, no! God, please don’t shoot her…”

 

 Hector pulled the trigger. The gun dry-fired. Empty. Anne whimpered, cringing.

 

“You bastard. You fucking bastard.”

 

Hector laughed.

 

“It would be a mercy, you know, to kill her?”

 

He shrugged, appraising the battered women.

 

“You, Sharon, you are a strong woman. Strong both mentally and physically. You have proven this fact to me these last few weeks.”

 

He kicked at Anne again.

 

“This one, however, she is not. But…” He shrugged. “She has survived this far. Perhaps she will surprise me. Yes?”

 

Hector smiled and ejected the magazine into his hand. He loaded two bullets and racked the slide, sending a casing into the chamber, clicked on the safety, bent and set the pistol on the ground, just inches away from Sharon’s numb fingers. He took a thin plastic card from his shirt pocket and tossed it to the ground as well.

 

“These are for you. The card is for a numbered bank account. The account contains the money that was given me by your original kidnappers. It is enough to hide both of you safely from the authorities for a considerable time. Enough, perhaps, to begin a new life. The man with the plane has been instructed to give you more information if you so choose.”

 

He straightened, knees cracking.

 

“So, Sharon Chapman. Live or die. Those are your options.”

 

He glanced at the tree tops, sunlight just peeking overhead.

 

“Be quick. It is cool now; but the sun will rise soon, and the pit is unbearable when the sun is directly overhead. In your condition, you and your woman could easily expire here if you do not escape from your bonds by noon. The jungle is not forgiving. The pistol can provide you a quick end, if that is what you decide. A cleaner way to die than you provided for my brother.”

 

He turned to his men. “We are finished here. Come.”

 

And with that, Hector and his guards turned and strode out of the pit, leaving the women to the rising sun.

 

           

 

 

 

 

Ashley sat down at the table with her father and ate her breakfast which consisted of cereal, toast and orange juice.

”I can’t wait till mom gets home from her business trip so I can have a real breakfast,” Ashley said.

”Hey, you know I can’t cook,” He said with a grin.

”I know, unless it’s made in the microwave,” She said.

”Aint in the truth,” He said with a laugh. “Oh hey, my boss is coming over tonight for dinner, if he likes it, I might get that promotion I’ve been talking about,” He added.

“Oh really Daddy? That’s great, I’m sure you’ll get it,” She said.

 

 

”Thanks baby, dress up a little, I want to give a good impression,” He said.

”I know the drill Daddy. Gotta go, see you later,” Ashley said. She kissed her father goodbye and went off to school.

 

            When Ashley got home from school, she went up to her room and started on her homework. School was a drag, like most days. Boring work, boring teachers and on top of it she was assigned a science project due next week. She hated science with a passion. She often thought why she should be forced to take it; she didn’t aspire to be a scientist. In addition, some guy grabbed her ass while she was walking down the hall with her friends. After slapping the taste out of his mouth and kicking him in the balls, she got an apology out of him. All in all, her day hadn’t been too good.

 

 

“Hey Daddy, how was work?” She asked.

”Long day, and a lot of work. What’s new?” He said.

”Same here, so what time is your boss coming over?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

”Honey, I have bad news. Well, actually its good news too but anyways, Mrs. Moore down the street is going into labor and she needs a ride to the hospital. I have to take her right now, so just serve my boss dinner and make him feel it home. Give him whatever he wants,” He said quickly.

 

 

 

Ashley heard the car screech out of the driveway and down the street. Ashley sighed again and continued preparing dinner.

When she finished, she set the table for three and cleaned up the kitchen. She then went upstairs and put on her favorite black dress. The top of the dress was a tube top. It was a little revealing, but it wasn’t over the top. It was a little short though; it ended about 3 inches below the bottom of her panties. She didn’t care though, and headed downstairs and waited for her father’s boss to arrive. Finally, at around 7:10, she heard the doorbell. She checked herself in the mirror near the door, making sure her hair was okay, and answered the door.

”Hi, you must be my father’s boss, I’m his daughter, Ashley,” She greeted with a big smile. He looked like most bosses, old with wrinkles, grey hair, a little husky and dressed in a suit. Ashley guessed he was in his late 50’s.

 

”Come in Mr. Trotter, dinner is ready,” She said.

 

”He had to leave at the last moment; he said he’ll be back as soon as he could, it was an emergency. He is really sorry he had to leave on such short notice,” Ashley explained.

 

”I’ve already made dinner, and my dad shouldn’t be too long, so let’s just go ahead and eat,” Ashley said.

 

Mr. Trotter agreed and they made their way into the dining room. Ashley took his coat and hung on the coat rack. She then joined him at the table, and they began eating while making small talk. He asked her about school, she asked him about his work, and soon they began running out of things to talk about. So Ashley decided to make her father look good.

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“You know my father really enjoys working for you and your company,” Ashley lied.

 

”He really appreciates you coming tonight,” She added.

”Well even though he’s not here, I’ve enjoyed the hospitality,” He said.

”Speaking of that, is there anything I can get you?” She asked.

 

 

“How about you?” He asked.

 

 

”Well… Ok, fine. One glass won’t hurt,” She said.

After pouring herself a glass, they both retired to the living room where they sat on the couch and continued with the small talk.