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Sacrifice in the Meteor Crater
"God what are they doing to her?"
Shea was trying to see through the low scrubby plants and jumbled debris that littered the crater floor.
"I dunno babe...but hushhhhh...
Christ this is some heavy shit.."
The moon peeped through the racing clouds and he could briefly make out what was happening 10 yards away.
The girl was being tied by the wrists and ankles to two upright posts that the tall man had set into the ground.
Whenever she twisted away or balked he would slap her hard and tell her to shut up.
When the contraption was finally erect she was spreadeagled and terrified...her face a mask of fear...her face...
The man who'd gone to the car returned not only with a knife but with two kerosene lanterns which he set at the ground at the girls feet.
"Shiiiiiit!"
"What is it Shea?"
Ronnie slithered up beside him.
"Take a look, if that isnt Emmie Lou Elkhorn I'll eat my hat!"
"All right!"
The tall mans voice echoed off the crater walls.
"It's time."
The others chorused behind him.
"It's time!"
He strode over to the girl and Shea noticed he was dressed all in black and wearing a plain black mask.
Emmie Lou screamed but was stifled with a gag the man bound tightly around her head.
Next he attached metal clamps to the girls nipples. These were not clothes pins but shiny wicked looking objects in the shape of human teeth. Each had a thin chain attatched and he gave the end of the chains to his two assistants. At his command they pulled...!
The girls' back arched violently and she twisted in torment as the chains pulled her bresats away fom her body, her nipples caught in the cruel teeth stretched and stretched...
Her desperate crys could be heard even through the gag.
"Good God Ronnie are they going to pull them off?"
"God what are they doing to her?"
Shea was trying to see through the low scrubby plants and jumbled debris that littered the crater floor.
"I dunno babe...but hushhhhh...
Christ this is some heavy shit.."
The moon peeped through the racing clouds and he could briefly make out what was happening 10 yards away.
The girl was being tied by the wrists and ankles to two upright posts that the tall man had set into the ground.
Whenever she twisted away or balked he would slap her hard and tell her to shut up.
When the contraption was finally erect she was spreadeagled and terrified...her face a mask of fear...her face...
The man who'd gone to the car returned not only with a knife but with two kerosene lanterns which he set at the ground at the girls feet.
"Shiiiiiit!"
"What is it Shea?"
Ronnie slithered up beside him.
"Take a look, if that isnt Emmie Lou Elkhorn I'll eat my hat!"
"All right!"
The tall mans voice echoed off the crater walls.
"It's time."
The others chorused behind him.
"It's time!"
He strode over to the girl and Shea noticed he was dressed all in black and wearing a plain black mask.
Emmie Lou screamed but was stifled with a gag the man bound tightly around her head.
Next he attached metal clamps to the girls nipples. These were not clothes pins but shiny wicked looking objects in the shape of human teeth. Each had a thin chain attatched and he gave the end of the chains to his two assistants. At his command they pulled...!
The girls' back arched violently and she twisted in torment as the chains pulled her bresats away fom her body, her nipples caught in the cruel teeth stretched and stretched...
Her desperate crys could be heard even through the gag.
"Good God Ronnie are they going to pull them off?"
Watching the site playing out in front of her, Ronnie felt her skin cringe with revulsion and horror. As she watched the helpless girl's breasts being pulled mercilessly from her body, Ronnie's own nipples seemed to scream in protest.
She moved back towards Shea, wanting to help the poor girl yet afraid of being discovered and suffering the same fate. Before she could speak, she saw the tall man pull an object from a bag lying at his feet. As he held it up high, Ronnie saw that it was a huge phallic-shaped object. Obscenely large, at least 12" with a circumfrence larger than a man's fist.
"Shea! He's not stick that into her, is he? It won't fit!" Ronnie whispered anxiously to Shea.
The girl's piercing scream split the night air, in response to the man's quick movement. Ronnie glanced back, seeing the man stooped slightly. The torment in the girl's scream had to indicate one thing - the man was indeed attempting to shove that huge object into an opening much too small for it.
"Ronnie, we gotta do something. We can't stay here, and we can't leave her."
Deep down, she knew Shea was right. But the thing that kept playing out in Ronnie's mind was that it could be her terrified screams in the night. Still. She looked back at EmmyLou, and wondered how she had come to such a fate.
"What do you think, Shea? Shea? SHEA?!?"
Ronnie turned to look back, but Shea was gone! Frantically searching the area, she could barely make out his shadow in the distance. Just what was he going to do? What was she supposed to do?
Keeping her eyes on the horror in front of her, Ronnie quickly slipped on her clothes. Feeling more clothing, she realized that, whatever Shea was doing, he was doing it in his skivvies. And he didn't normally wear skivvies.
Wrapping herself up in the blanket, Ronnie attempted to move backwards, the screams from EmmyLou covering the sounds of her scrambling over the dirt and pebbles in her way. She could see Shea moving stealthly forward, with some sort of object in his hand. But - what?
A tire iron! The only thing that made sense! But how was he going to use it on 3 men at the same time? Ronnie's brain went into overdrive. She looked around the crater, trying to gauge what might happen. Yes, the sides were such that maybe.....just maybe.....
"HEY! What do you think you are doin' to that girl!?!?" Ronnie screamed as loud as she could.
True to her predictions, her voice echoed off the walls of the crater, so the true direction of her voice was difficult to determine. The action in front of halted as the men looked quickly about. EmmyLou was sobbing at this point, her moans filling the air.
"You and you! Go find whoever that is!" The tall man screamed.
"But boss! We'd have to search the entire crater!"
"Then DO it! NOW! Go in opposite directions!"
One of the men took off in one direction, the other opposite from him. Thankfully, neither one was going near either Shea or Ronnie. Rising slowly, Ronnie backed away from the scene, hoping she could remember where the "Virgin" was parked. She glanced over where Shea was, and saw that he had crouched lower. He was now steadily moving closer to the man and woman. Ronnie began her journey back to the "Virgin", hoping they would both get out of this mess, with EmmyLou along for the ride.
She moved back towards Shea, wanting to help the poor girl yet afraid of being discovered and suffering the same fate. Before she could speak, she saw the tall man pull an object from a bag lying at his feet. As he held it up high, Ronnie saw that it was a huge phallic-shaped object. Obscenely large, at least 12" with a circumfrence larger than a man's fist.
"Shea! He's not stick that into her, is he? It won't fit!" Ronnie whispered anxiously to Shea.
The girl's piercing scream split the night air, in response to the man's quick movement. Ronnie glanced back, seeing the man stooped slightly. The torment in the girl's scream had to indicate one thing - the man was indeed attempting to shove that huge object into an opening much too small for it.
"Ronnie, we gotta do something. We can't stay here, and we can't leave her."
Deep down, she knew Shea was right. But the thing that kept playing out in Ronnie's mind was that it could be her terrified screams in the night. Still. She looked back at EmmyLou, and wondered how she had come to such a fate.
"What do you think, Shea? Shea? SHEA?!?"
Ronnie turned to look back, but Shea was gone! Frantically searching the area, she could barely make out his shadow in the distance. Just what was he going to do? What was she supposed to do?
Keeping her eyes on the horror in front of her, Ronnie quickly slipped on her clothes. Feeling more clothing, she realized that, whatever Shea was doing, he was doing it in his skivvies. And he didn't normally wear skivvies.
Wrapping herself up in the blanket, Ronnie attempted to move backwards, the screams from EmmyLou covering the sounds of her scrambling over the dirt and pebbles in her way. She could see Shea moving stealthly forward, with some sort of object in his hand. But - what?
A tire iron! The only thing that made sense! But how was he going to use it on 3 men at the same time? Ronnie's brain went into overdrive. She looked around the crater, trying to gauge what might happen. Yes, the sides were such that maybe.....just maybe.....
"HEY! What do you think you are doin' to that girl!?!?" Ronnie screamed as loud as she could.
True to her predictions, her voice echoed off the walls of the crater, so the true direction of her voice was difficult to determine. The action in front of halted as the men looked quickly about. EmmyLou was sobbing at this point, her moans filling the air.
"You and you! Go find whoever that is!" The tall man screamed.
"But boss! We'd have to search the entire crater!"
"Then DO it! NOW! Go in opposite directions!"
One of the men took off in one direction, the other opposite from him. Thankfully, neither one was going near either Shea or Ronnie. Rising slowly, Ronnie backed away from the scene, hoping she could remember where the "Virgin" was parked. She glanced over where Shea was, and saw that he had crouched lower. He was now steadily moving closer to the man and woman. Ronnie began her journey back to the "Virgin", hoping they would both get out of this mess, with EmmyLou along for the ride.
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Shea wasn't sure he'd killed him but the tire iron did sound like it had smashed into a watermelon when it hit and the body on the ground sure wasn't moving.
He had one hand tight over Emmy's mouth to keep her from crying out until she recognized him. the other was trying to untie the knots that held her.
It was pitch black in the crater, the two cultists had taken the lights with them.
"Shhhhhh...look it's me Shea...remember?...from the motel?"
He felt her body relax...
"Shea..SHEA!...OH GOD!...TH..."
"Shit...Quiet, girl!...c'mon we gotta get outta here!"
The restraints gave way and they began running hell for leather over the jagged rocks towards the rim of the crater.
"HEY! THERE THEY GO!"
The voices of their pusuers weren't far behind!
As they topped the rocky wall he heard the big engine of the caddy growl to life!
*Bless you Ronnie!!!*
Emmy and Shea hurled themselves into the big white car as it began to move on to the highway.
Something hard jabbed him in the back!
"Step on it Ronnie!...I mean floorit!...hey what the hell is this?!"
Reaching under him he pulled out the foot long, beer can round, lethal looking dildo.
"I thought we might need it for something
later on." came Emmy's timid voice from the front seat.
In the haste to get the "virgin" started, I fumbled with the key, and the car seemingly wouldn't start. Hitting the steering wheel and cussing loudly, I clutched the key and turned it fiercely.
"Start, damn you!"
The engine roared to life just as Shea and Emmy came bounding over the ridge towards the huge white ghost. Not bothering with doors, both leaped over the side and landed on the seats, as I released the clutch and stepped on the gas. Gravel and dust flying in every direction, I managed to find the road leading away from the crater - the back end of the car fishtailing along the loose gravel.
As pulled out the long thick object, I tried to glance at it through the dark tendrils of my hair flying about my face. When I recognized what it was, my jaw dropped and Shea had to bring my attention back to the road.
Narrowly missing a huge boulder, I could Emmy giggling in the back of car. I glanced at Shea, who seemed to have a puzzled look at the object he held. It did look rather interesting - if painful - but my curiosity got the better of me.
"Emmy, how did you come to be with those men? Where's your daddy?"
I was careening the "virgin" along the dirt road, the main highway just becoming visible. I checked the rearview mirror - no sign that we were being followed.
"Ah met those fellers in Vegas. They was lettin' on they had lots 'a money, and Ah figgered they could spend a little of it on me! Well, for Ah knew it, they had me in their car and we lit out from Vegas. Oh it was great fun. Well, until tonight. They said they had a game they wanted to play - Ah'm not too sure it was somethin' Ah wanted to do now. But, least y'all were there to save me! Hey, Ah appreciates that! Why, without y'all, who knows what would have happened?"
I could see her grinning face in the rearview mirror. She was completely clueless as to what could have truly happened to her.
I glanced over at Shea who was still looking at the huge dildo in his hands, his mouth open.
"You really think you gals can take something like this, Ronnie? Wow!"
"Shea, forget about the toy, and tell me what plan you have!"
I had reached the highway and got on heading east.
"Plan? Yeah, I suppose we better figure that out, shouldn't we? Okay, keep driving Ronnie, while I think."
I noticed he kept looking at the dildo, so I grabbed it from him and tossed it in the backseat.
"There. I think you will be able to concentrate better without visual aids!"
I felt Shea glaring at me, but I ignored him as I started on the onramp and merged with what little traffic there was on this forsaken piece of highway.
"Start, damn you!"
The engine roared to life just as Shea and Emmy came bounding over the ridge towards the huge white ghost. Not bothering with doors, both leaped over the side and landed on the seats, as I released the clutch and stepped on the gas. Gravel and dust flying in every direction, I managed to find the road leading away from the crater - the back end of the car fishtailing along the loose gravel.
As pulled out the long thick object, I tried to glance at it through the dark tendrils of my hair flying about my face. When I recognized what it was, my jaw dropped and Shea had to bring my attention back to the road.
Narrowly missing a huge boulder, I could Emmy giggling in the back of car. I glanced at Shea, who seemed to have a puzzled look at the object he held. It did look rather interesting - if painful - but my curiosity got the better of me.
"Emmy, how did you come to be with those men? Where's your daddy?"
I was careening the "virgin" along the dirt road, the main highway just becoming visible. I checked the rearview mirror - no sign that we were being followed.
"Ah met those fellers in Vegas. They was lettin' on they had lots 'a money, and Ah figgered they could spend a little of it on me! Well, for Ah knew it, they had me in their car and we lit out from Vegas. Oh it was great fun. Well, until tonight. They said they had a game they wanted to play - Ah'm not too sure it was somethin' Ah wanted to do now. But, least y'all were there to save me! Hey, Ah appreciates that! Why, without y'all, who knows what would have happened?"
I could see her grinning face in the rearview mirror. She was completely clueless as to what could have truly happened to her.
I glanced over at Shea who was still looking at the huge dildo in his hands, his mouth open.
"You really think you gals can take something like this, Ronnie? Wow!"
"Shea, forget about the toy, and tell me what plan you have!"
I had reached the highway and got on heading east.
"Plan? Yeah, I suppose we better figure that out, shouldn't we? Okay, keep driving Ronnie, while I think."
I noticed he kept looking at the dildo, so I grabbed it from him and tossed it in the backseat.
"There. I think you will be able to concentrate better without visual aids!"
I felt Shea glaring at me, but I ignored him as I started on the onramp and merged with what little traffic there was on this forsaken piece of highway.
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They crossed the border into New Mexico two hours before dawn. Orion was breaking the horizon dead ahead. The moon had set.
"I gotta pee."
Little Emmy Lou had been curled against Shea, her hand in his trousers and gently squeezing his cock fot the past fifty miles.
"I do too doll, let's stop."
Shea had been hoping Ronnie would pull off and allow him a minute in the mesquite with Emmy to finish what the nymphette had started but instead, she took an immediate 60 mph turn onto the road that said GALLUP 5 MILES! and sent the poor child tumbling against the passenger door.
Ronnie glared at Shea...
"I bet you do."
'Harold's Route 66 All Nite Gas',
made a sharecroppers shack look like the Ritz, but at least a light was showing and there appeared to be a restroom...
"Naw. It broke."
Harold himself was a cross between Alfred Hitchcock and Andy Devine, mostly the latter.
And he looked at the two girls flanking Shea with drooling appreciation.
"I REALLY gotta pee...honest!"
Emmy was almost hopping up and down.
"Yer ken go outback, girlie...jes don't get et by the coyotes..hehehheh."
His laughter was like dirty oil dripping from a crankcase.
"I'll go with her! Coyotes and all..."
Shea made for the door in Emmy's wake, but Veronica's hand on his shoulder stopped him cold.
"I, don't...think...so."
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I watched as Emmy made her way out back, her knees pressed together, her gait uneven. Then I turned to Shea.
"And just what was that all about?"
"What? Ronnie, baby, what you so upset about?"
"THAT!" I spit out with venom, pointing to the tent appearing slightly through his jeans.
She looked down and then back up at Ronnie. Quickly he turned towards the car so the doofus at the pump wouldn't see.
"Ronnie, it was that dildo thing, really. Why, you don't think it was Emmy, do you? Aw, c'mon!"
Slightly miffed, but more for show than for anything real, I turned on my heel and climbed into the Virgin's backseat. I sat down, crossing my arms and glaring at Shea.
"Aw, c'mon, babe! Don't give me the silent treatment. Talk to me!"
"Okay. I think we should get a room in Gallup."
Shea did a double take.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me. I'm tired of sleeping out in observatories and in the middle of craters and other such stuff. I want a bed!"
"What we gonna do about Emmy?"
I had already forgotten about her. Yes, what were we to do about Emmy....
Just then the dimwit at the pump finished refueling the Virgin, and Emmy appeared from behind the station, walking normally and big smile on her face. Before Shea could finish the financial transaction, I patted the seat next to me and smiled.
"Why don't you come sit back here wih me, Emmy? Let's let Shea drive us to our next destination."
"Okay, sure!"
And with that she hoped into the backseat and landed right next to me. Shea took one look, and registered disappointment first, and then surprise. Reluctantly, he climbed behind the steering wheel and fired up the engine. He pulled out onto the main highway, heading for Gallup, when he heard something from the backseat.
I had placed my arm around Emmy and was gently caressing her face, telling how awful it must have been to bee with those guys. She admitted it was, and I felt her sink against me. I stroked her hair, and gently kissed her forehead. As our bodies melded together, Emmy raised her face towards mine, and our lips met. As our tongues danced together, I felt the car veer slightly, and glanced up towards Shea. I saw him staring at us in the rearview mirror, and picked just that time to bring my hand up to Emmy's breast and start to squeeze it.
I knew Shea would have us to Gallup in record time.
"And just what was that all about?"
"What? Ronnie, baby, what you so upset about?"
"THAT!" I spit out with venom, pointing to the tent appearing slightly through his jeans.
She looked down and then back up at Ronnie. Quickly he turned towards the car so the doofus at the pump wouldn't see.
"Ronnie, it was that dildo thing, really. Why, you don't think it was Emmy, do you? Aw, c'mon!"
Slightly miffed, but more for show than for anything real, I turned on my heel and climbed into the Virgin's backseat. I sat down, crossing my arms and glaring at Shea.
"Aw, c'mon, babe! Don't give me the silent treatment. Talk to me!"
"Okay. I think we should get a room in Gallup."
Shea did a double take.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me. I'm tired of sleeping out in observatories and in the middle of craters and other such stuff. I want a bed!"
"What we gonna do about Emmy?"
I had already forgotten about her. Yes, what were we to do about Emmy....
Just then the dimwit at the pump finished refueling the Virgin, and Emmy appeared from behind the station, walking normally and big smile on her face. Before Shea could finish the financial transaction, I patted the seat next to me and smiled.
"Why don't you come sit back here wih me, Emmy? Let's let Shea drive us to our next destination."
"Okay, sure!"
And with that she hoped into the backseat and landed right next to me. Shea took one look, and registered disappointment first, and then surprise. Reluctantly, he climbed behind the steering wheel and fired up the engine. He pulled out onto the main highway, heading for Gallup, when he heard something from the backseat.
I had placed my arm around Emmy and was gently caressing her face, telling how awful it must have been to bee with those guys. She admitted it was, and I felt her sink against me. I stroked her hair, and gently kissed her forehead. As our bodies melded together, Emmy raised her face towards mine, and our lips met. As our tongues danced together, I felt the car veer slightly, and glanced up towards Shea. I saw him staring at us in the rearview mirror, and picked just that time to bring my hand up to Emmy's breast and start to squeeze it.
I knew Shea would have us to Gallup in record time.
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the Girls in Gallup
They didn't make it quite into Gallup.
Shea cornered the 'Virgin' on two wheels screeching loudly into the parking lot of the PEACE PIPE MOTEL AND INDIAN TRADING POST, whose blinking pink sign advertised vacancies and sprinklers in every room.
A flourescent light fluttered above the face of a sleepy desk clerk.
An Indian who'd never been west of Bombay.
"Damn, Shea! watch out will ya!"
Ronnie was tumbled against little Emmy, her hands clutching the torn fabric of the girl's blouse.
"Look what you made me do!"
Emmy giggled.
"We need a room Chief. One with a really big soft bed..."
Shea winked at the Indian, who looked at him blankly and pushed the register over to him with the chewed nub of a number two pencil.
"Nervous type huh?"
Shea flashed his best grin at the man.
"Twenty dollah's. All rooms the same. You take number nine."
He passed the key. Shea passed the money.
Number nine was clean and smelled only mildly of old cigarette smoke and beer.
One bed stood against the avocado colored wall and it wasn't all that big.
Ronnie walked in with her arm around Emmy and cased the room.
"Where you gonna sleep Shea?"
"Huh?"
He looked bewildered.
"You lover boy...you!
I'm tired of being dragged all over the damned place at your beck and call. So Emmy and I are gonna take a little break and have some fun...ya know?"
"But..."
"No buts, you wanna watch...Ok.
But this is gonna be a girl thing and we get the bed. Savvy?"
Emmy was already sitting on it, her pretty legs crossed at the knees and the half a shirt she had left revealing the saucy rise of pert young breasts. She winked at him.
He looked from her to Ronnie who seemed flushed and excited.
Shea sank back in the one comfortable chair.
"Ok...watching's ok. I can do that."
They didn't make it quite into Gallup.
Shea cornered the 'Virgin' on two wheels screeching loudly into the parking lot of the PEACE PIPE MOTEL AND INDIAN TRADING POST, whose blinking pink sign advertised vacancies and sprinklers in every room.
A flourescent light fluttered above the face of a sleepy desk clerk.
An Indian who'd never been west of Bombay.
"Damn, Shea! watch out will ya!"
Ronnie was tumbled against little Emmy, her hands clutching the torn fabric of the girl's blouse.
"Look what you made me do!"
Emmy giggled.
"We need a room Chief. One with a really big soft bed..."
Shea winked at the Indian, who looked at him blankly and pushed the register over to him with the chewed nub of a number two pencil.
"Nervous type huh?"
Shea flashed his best grin at the man.
"Twenty dollah's. All rooms the same. You take number nine."
He passed the key. Shea passed the money.
Number nine was clean and smelled only mildly of old cigarette smoke and beer.
One bed stood against the avocado colored wall and it wasn't all that big.
Ronnie walked in with her arm around Emmy and cased the room.
"Where you gonna sleep Shea?"
"Huh?"
He looked bewildered.
"You lover boy...you!
I'm tired of being dragged all over the damned place at your beck and call. So Emmy and I are gonna take a little break and have some fun...ya know?"
"But..."
"No buts, you wanna watch...Ok.
But this is gonna be a girl thing and we get the bed. Savvy?"
Emmy was already sitting on it, her pretty legs crossed at the knees and the half a shirt she had left revealing the saucy rise of pert young breasts. She winked at him.
He looked from her to Ronnie who seemed flushed and excited.
Shea sank back in the one comfortable chair.
"Ok...watching's ok. I can do that."
What Shea had not known was the backseat petting that Emmy had been giving me. I had not thought to do anything with this girl - except to call her daddy and hope for more money upon her reunion with him. But her hands on my breasts, teasing my nipples, put other ideas into my head.
As we entered the motel room, I knew that Shea thought his luck was with him. Yet, I had always wanted to put on a show for him, and this seemed the perfect opportunity.
Sitting next to Emmy on the bed, I gently caressed her arms and shoulders, as she leaned into me and placed her hand on my thigh. Stroking each other, feeling the softness of the skin, the silkiness of each other's hair, caused my pussy to tingle with desire.
Placing my fingers under Emmy's chin, I turned her face towards me, and gently kissed her cheeks and then her nose, before searching out her lips. As the softness of her lips met mine, our mouths opened and our tongues danced together. Sliding my hand downward, I felt the soft swell of her breasts and began to squeeze the soft, yielding flesh. I felt Emmy's hands running along my body, over my hips, up my waist, until she felt the swell of my breasts.
Slipping the half torn blouse from her shoulders, I undid the clasp of her bra, freeing the delightful orbs of her breasts to my fingers. Quickly, I moved according to her hands, and soon found my own breasts naked and exposed. Wrapping our arms around each other, feeling our breasts pressed together, our lips searching, I felt my desire rise.
Falling back onto the bed, Emmy and I broke apart just long enough to undo the shorts we both wore. Exploring each other's hips and thighs, we helped each other wiggle out of the confining clothing, until our bodies were bare to each other. Pressing close together, I felt the silken wetness of Emmy's pussy against mine, and together we began to move against each other.
Pulling away from my lips, Emmy sought out my nipple. When she found it, she washed her tongue over it, before gently sucking it into her mouth, letting her tongue flick the tender skin.
My hands were running down her back, cupping her ass, before returning to run my fingers through her hair and pressing her against my body.
Through half-closed eyes, I glanced over at Shea, and smiled as I saw that he had already unzipped his jeans and was openly stroking his cock at the sight of Emmy and I on the bed.
As we entered the motel room, I knew that Shea thought his luck was with him. Yet, I had always wanted to put on a show for him, and this seemed the perfect opportunity.
Sitting next to Emmy on the bed, I gently caressed her arms and shoulders, as she leaned into me and placed her hand on my thigh. Stroking each other, feeling the softness of the skin, the silkiness of each other's hair, caused my pussy to tingle with desire.
Placing my fingers under Emmy's chin, I turned her face towards me, and gently kissed her cheeks and then her nose, before searching out her lips. As the softness of her lips met mine, our mouths opened and our tongues danced together. Sliding my hand downward, I felt the soft swell of her breasts and began to squeeze the soft, yielding flesh. I felt Emmy's hands running along my body, over my hips, up my waist, until she felt the swell of my breasts.
Slipping the half torn blouse from her shoulders, I undid the clasp of her bra, freeing the delightful orbs of her breasts to my fingers. Quickly, I moved according to her hands, and soon found my own breasts naked and exposed. Wrapping our arms around each other, feeling our breasts pressed together, our lips searching, I felt my desire rise.
Falling back onto the bed, Emmy and I broke apart just long enough to undo the shorts we both wore. Exploring each other's hips and thighs, we helped each other wiggle out of the confining clothing, until our bodies were bare to each other. Pressing close together, I felt the silken wetness of Emmy's pussy against mine, and together we began to move against each other.
Pulling away from my lips, Emmy sought out my nipple. When she found it, she washed her tongue over it, before gently sucking it into her mouth, letting her tongue flick the tender skin.
My hands were running down her back, cupping her ass, before returning to run my fingers through her hair and pressing her against my body.
Through half-closed eyes, I glanced over at Shea, and smiled as I saw that he had already unzipped his jeans and was openly stroking his cock at the sight of Emmy and I on the bed.
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Floor Show in Gallup....
Shea knew that Ronnie occasionaly fooled around with other women as a change of pace and had even suggested that he try a man now and then but Shea was a textbook case of homophobia and shuddered at the very thought. What he was watching now though seemed a duet of sapphic expertise not the acts of an occasional dilletante.
He'd already unbelted and loosened his jeans as soon as he realised what was going to happen. He was nearly as excited as they were!
As the girls shed their clothes and their embraces became more and more intimate and lustful Shea was forced to release the cobra threatening to tear through his dungarees.
Pussy against pussy...wet moist blond hair against wet moist brunette, slick pink pussy lips, rubbing slick pink pussy lips...both girls were flushed and sweating.
So was he...
He grasped his twitching cock in his hsnd and squeezed it, stroking slowly upwards until a bead of precum formed on the tip...Usually Ronnie was eager to lap it up but right now she was lapping up Em's small pink virginal nipples.
KEEE_RIST! What a sight! The two girls were a perfect pair...light and dark, blonde and brunette, tall and voluptuous, petite and slender...
Shea leaned back in the chair...got comfortable and began some serious jacking off.
Shea knew that Ronnie occasionaly fooled around with other women as a change of pace and had even suggested that he try a man now and then but Shea was a textbook case of homophobia and shuddered at the very thought. What he was watching now though seemed a duet of sapphic expertise not the acts of an occasional dilletante.
He'd already unbelted and loosened his jeans as soon as he realised what was going to happen. He was nearly as excited as they were!
As the girls shed their clothes and their embraces became more and more intimate and lustful Shea was forced to release the cobra threatening to tear through his dungarees.
Pussy against pussy...wet moist blond hair against wet moist brunette, slick pink pussy lips, rubbing slick pink pussy lips...both girls were flushed and sweating.
So was he...
He grasped his twitching cock in his hsnd and squeezed it, stroking slowly upwards until a bead of precum formed on the tip...Usually Ronnie was eager to lap it up but right now she was lapping up Em's small pink virginal nipples.
KEEE_RIST! What a sight! The two girls were a perfect pair...light and dark, blonde and brunette, tall and voluptuous, petite and slender...
Shea leaned back in the chair...got comfortable and began some serious jacking off.
From the corner of her eye, Ronnie caught sight of Shea, pants unzipped, stiff cock in hand, lightly stroking the shaft, as his other hand rubbed his balls. She smiled against Emy’s lips, satisfied that they were both driving Shea crazy.
And then the thought vanished as Ronnie gave herself over to the petite blonde’s hands on her body, caressing Ronnie’s breasts and causing her nipples to rise. Bending down, Ronnie gently kissed Emy’s shoulder, before moving lower, and allowing her tongue to run over the small pink nipples.
Both Ronnie and Emy were lying on their sides, facing each other, lips and hands on each other breasts. Ronnie moved one leg between Emy’s and lifted gently, causing the blonde’s legs to spread for her. Reaching down, Ronnie lightly ran her nails over the girl’s thighs and hips, smiling at the feel of goosebumps rising below her fingertips. Moving slowly towards her clit, Ronnie began to kiss Emy, their tongues dancing together. Gently, Ronnie brushed her fingers over Emy’s clit, hearing the girl gasp with pleasure. Straining her head back, Ronnie smiled at the girl’s obvious pleasure. Continuing to rub lightly, Ronnie felt Emy’s clit began to swell and felt her wetness increase. Ronnie knew her own pussy was soaked, the juices coating her upper thighs.
Pushing Emy up onto the bed, Ronnie sank between her legs. Ronnie tucked her knees under her, her ass raised high towards Shea. Spreading Emy’s legs wide, Ronnie spread Emy’s pussy lips apart, admiring the pink flesh, glistening with desire. Lowering her head, Ronnie took a gentle lick along the girl’s pussy lips, allowing the taste of her to linger on her tongue. Letting her tongue probe deeper, Ronnie explored all of the girl’s folds as Ronnie sucked on her lips.
Placing a finger at the entrance to her pussy, Ronnie smiled when Emy began to move her hips towards Ronnie.
“Do you want it, Emy? Do you want my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes! Oh, YES! Please!”
“Will you be a good little slut for Shea and I, Emy? Do whatever we tell you to?”
“Yes, I’ll do anything – anything – you ask. Just fuck me!”
Wrapping her lips around Emy’s clit, Ronnie quickly shoved two fingers deep into the girl’s pussy. As Emy writhed under her, Ronnie began fucking her pussy deeper and harder while her lips and tongue played over her clit.
Ronnie was so engrossed in what she was doing that she hardly felt the sudden touch of a hand on her ass.
And then the thought vanished as Ronnie gave herself over to the petite blonde’s hands on her body, caressing Ronnie’s breasts and causing her nipples to rise. Bending down, Ronnie gently kissed Emy’s shoulder, before moving lower, and allowing her tongue to run over the small pink nipples.
Both Ronnie and Emy were lying on their sides, facing each other, lips and hands on each other breasts. Ronnie moved one leg between Emy’s and lifted gently, causing the blonde’s legs to spread for her. Reaching down, Ronnie lightly ran her nails over the girl’s thighs and hips, smiling at the feel of goosebumps rising below her fingertips. Moving slowly towards her clit, Ronnie began to kiss Emy, their tongues dancing together. Gently, Ronnie brushed her fingers over Emy’s clit, hearing the girl gasp with pleasure. Straining her head back, Ronnie smiled at the girl’s obvious pleasure. Continuing to rub lightly, Ronnie felt Emy’s clit began to swell and felt her wetness increase. Ronnie knew her own pussy was soaked, the juices coating her upper thighs.
Pushing Emy up onto the bed, Ronnie sank between her legs. Ronnie tucked her knees under her, her ass raised high towards Shea. Spreading Emy’s legs wide, Ronnie spread Emy’s pussy lips apart, admiring the pink flesh, glistening with desire. Lowering her head, Ronnie took a gentle lick along the girl’s pussy lips, allowing the taste of her to linger on her tongue. Letting her tongue probe deeper, Ronnie explored all of the girl’s folds as Ronnie sucked on her lips.
Placing a finger at the entrance to her pussy, Ronnie smiled when Emy began to move her hips towards Ronnie.
“Do you want it, Emy? Do you want my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes! Oh, YES! Please!”
“Will you be a good little slut for Shea and I, Emy? Do whatever we tell you to?”
“Yes, I’ll do anything – anything – you ask. Just fuck me!”
Wrapping her lips around Emy’s clit, Ronnie quickly shoved two fingers deep into the girl’s pussy. As Emy writhed under her, Ronnie began fucking her pussy deeper and harder while her lips and tongue played over her clit.
Ronnie was so engrossed in what she was doing that she hardly felt the sudden touch of a hand on her ass.
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Of course Shea couldn't stay inactive for long and Ronnie knew it.
She wiggled her ass a little to show him that the 'intrusion' would be welcomed and now it was a question for Shea as to exatly what to do. He had a thumping erection, ten eager fingers and his mouth was salivating...
Framed beautifully between the tight globes of her hind cheeks, her beckoning sex was exposed from clit to rose bud...where oh where and with what?
"How about it Em?...What should I do to Veronica?"
The little blonde was humping her cunt into Ronnie's face, her eyes were closed tight, her hands twining knots in the bed spread.
She seemed not to hear him.
Oh well....
Shea knelt down and continuing to stroke himself with one hand and used the other to explore Veronica's upturned pussy.
Fingers slid along the moist swollen line of her labia and pinched the hard little nub of her pearl.
A slight shudder ran through her at that and Shea began to rub it and roll it between his thumb and index finger while his tongue began sliding the rosey petals of her sex open. She was already moist with passion and his face was slick and glistening with her juices by the time he plunged his tongue into her heated passage just as far as he could...
Ronnie knew Shea would never to be able to just watch. Hell, what man could – even if the sentiment was well intentioned?
As Ronnie slurped and licked at the blonde’s tight, wet pussy, she felt Shea fingering her own pussy and she moved against him to encourage him. Ronnie vaguely heard his voice, but she was more wrapped up in making the little slut under her tongue writhe in pleasure. And from the way her hips were grinding against Ronnie’s face, Emmy was certainly enjoy herself.
Ronnie gasped as she felt Shea’s tongue go deep into her. Moaning against the soft folds of Emmy’s pussy, Ronnie gave herself over to simply giving and receiving pleasure. As she moved against Shea’s tongue, she spread the blonde’s pussy open wide and wrapped her lips around the clit that was engorged before her. Sucking first hard then softly, Ronnie suddenly sank two fingers deep into the hot pussy under her mouth and felt Emmy lurch towards her. Pumping the blonde hard, Ronnie concentrated her efforts on Emmy’s clit, her tongue lashing back and forth.
Shea doubled his efforts, pushing a finger deeply into Ronnie’s ass, causing her to gasp against the glistening clit in her mouth.
“OH God! I’m gonna cum! Gotta cum – NOW!” Emmy screamed out, as her hips bucked against Ronnie’s mouth.
Ronnie started sucking hard as the blonde’s pussy leaked juices over Ronnie’s fingers. Shea was now concentrating on Ronnie’s clit, licking and sucking, and as Emmy’s orgasm consumed her, Ronnie felt herself being taken over the edge. Moaning loudly, Ronnie allowed her orgasm to grip her, her mouth firmly pressed against Emmy’s pussy. Both women shivered and spasmed, their bodies sweating lightly.
As the orgasms subsided, Ronnie pulled up over Emmy’s body, kissing her lightly as she approached the cute face. Kissing her gently, Ronnie’s lips met Emmy’s and the women locked in a tender embrace. Ronnie felt Shea pull away, and she knew he would be stroking his cock with his hand.
Leaning down, Ronnie whispered to Emmy, “Let’s move down on the bed. Just follow me!”
Moving lower, Ronnie stopped until Emmy’s ass was at the very edge of the bed. Ronnie laid on top of her, kissing her slowly and passionately. Entwining her legs with Emmy’s, Ronnie suddenly spread both of their legs wide. Breaking her kiss with Emmy, Ronnie glanced over her shoulder at Shea. She watched as his eyes drank in the sight: Two women, one atop the other, their pussies pressed together, the opening to each cunt mere inches apart. Shea slowly looked up at Ronnie, a quizical look on his face.
“Go for it, Shea. But if you fuck this bitch more than you do me, you will have hell to pay!” Laughing, Ronnie turned to Emmy who was also laughing. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, face, and hair, their lips kissing and tasting what their fingers missed.
Ronnie felt Shea’s hands on her spread legs and she knew he was wondering which pussy to enter first. He positioned his cock, and made ready to press forward.
As Ronnie slurped and licked at the blonde’s tight, wet pussy, she felt Shea fingering her own pussy and she moved against him to encourage him. Ronnie vaguely heard his voice, but she was more wrapped up in making the little slut under her tongue writhe in pleasure. And from the way her hips were grinding against Ronnie’s face, Emmy was certainly enjoy herself.
Ronnie gasped as she felt Shea’s tongue go deep into her. Moaning against the soft folds of Emmy’s pussy, Ronnie gave herself over to simply giving and receiving pleasure. As she moved against Shea’s tongue, she spread the blonde’s pussy open wide and wrapped her lips around the clit that was engorged before her. Sucking first hard then softly, Ronnie suddenly sank two fingers deep into the hot pussy under her mouth and felt Emmy lurch towards her. Pumping the blonde hard, Ronnie concentrated her efforts on Emmy’s clit, her tongue lashing back and forth.
Shea doubled his efforts, pushing a finger deeply into Ronnie’s ass, causing her to gasp against the glistening clit in her mouth.
“OH God! I’m gonna cum! Gotta cum – NOW!” Emmy screamed out, as her hips bucked against Ronnie’s mouth.
Ronnie started sucking hard as the blonde’s pussy leaked juices over Ronnie’s fingers. Shea was now concentrating on Ronnie’s clit, licking and sucking, and as Emmy’s orgasm consumed her, Ronnie felt herself being taken over the edge. Moaning loudly, Ronnie allowed her orgasm to grip her, her mouth firmly pressed against Emmy’s pussy. Both women shivered and spasmed, their bodies sweating lightly.
As the orgasms subsided, Ronnie pulled up over Emmy’s body, kissing her lightly as she approached the cute face. Kissing her gently, Ronnie’s lips met Emmy’s and the women locked in a tender embrace. Ronnie felt Shea pull away, and she knew he would be stroking his cock with his hand.
Leaning down, Ronnie whispered to Emmy, “Let’s move down on the bed. Just follow me!”
Moving lower, Ronnie stopped until Emmy’s ass was at the very edge of the bed. Ronnie laid on top of her, kissing her slowly and passionately. Entwining her legs with Emmy’s, Ronnie suddenly spread both of their legs wide. Breaking her kiss with Emmy, Ronnie glanced over her shoulder at Shea. She watched as his eyes drank in the sight: Two women, one atop the other, their pussies pressed together, the opening to each cunt mere inches apart. Shea slowly looked up at Ronnie, a quizical look on his face.
“Go for it, Shea. But if you fuck this bitch more than you do me, you will have hell to pay!” Laughing, Ronnie turned to Emmy who was also laughing. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, face, and hair, their lips kissing and tasting what their fingers missed.
Ronnie felt Shea’s hands on her spread legs and she knew he was wondering which pussy to enter first. He positioned his cock, and made ready to press forward.
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Even with a girl as wildly inventive as Ronnie was, this was the first time he'd been given such a delicious choice!.
His cock was steely hard and near to bursting but he controlled himself enough to rub it over both girls wet slits, slowly pressing the swollen head in a bit farther each time.
He could see Emmy's eyes on him over Veronica's shoulder, glittering with arousal and anticipation...he made his decision and thrust hard into her tight young pussy.
She cried out and bucked up hard against him, pushing herself onto his invading spear.
But he wasn't about to leave his own babe out of the action and using two fingers, wet with the oily residue of the both girl's passion he began spreading and working his fingers into Ronnie's ass.
Her tight, tight passage was a sheath of hot velvet and she thrust back, his fingers penetrating deeper and deeper.
Both girls were twisting on the bed, kissing with uanabashed lust, Their breasts grinding against each others as Shea rammed into both of them, his cock sliding faster and faster in the wet chamber of Emm's hungry cunt.
He slipped out easily and with a quick upward motion impaled Ronnie on his slippery shaft while his fingers still probed and twisted deep inside her ass.
"Godddddd...YESSSSSSSSSS!"
Her rump was raised high in the air taking the full impact of every thrust , and now it was Emma crying!
"Heyyy...don't forget me!"
And he didn't...
Sliding back down again he entered the swollen gates of her petals, only to be summoned to Ronnie's aide once again!
And so it went over and over, until he lost count.
The black emptiness of impending orgasm shook him and he dug his hands deep into someones thighs...
"I'm going to cum....NOW!!"
He wasn't sure who he was in when he tumbled over the edge and so managed in a last sane second to pull out and send his hot white semen geysering between the legs of both young women...
Then Shea fell on his knees between their thighs and spreading his seed with his own tongue, licked them both until they came flooding his mouth with the sweet taste of their
hot creamy climax.
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First feeling Shea pounding her pussy, then feeling Emmy bucking from his onslaught, all the while feeling the young, ripe girl beneath her highly sensitized Ronnie's feelings. She moved against Emmy, kissing her, licking her, feeling the other girl caress and touch her body.
As Shea came closer to cumming, an unspoken competition between Ronnie and Emmy struck up - who would Shea be in when he went over the edge?
In the end, it didn't matter - both Ronnie and Emmy were more into themselves than Shea, and the feel of his hot, sticky jism splattering their pussies almost came as a shock! Ronnie was prepared to lick Emmy's pussy clean, when she felt Shea's tongue lapping eagerly at her. Moaning, she moved against Emmy, and knew from her expression that Shea was also doing the same to her.
As Shea's tongue caressed both their pussies, it didn't take long before Ronnie knew she was on the edge of absolute pleasure. Letting herself give in to Shea's tongue, she began bucking against Emmy, only to feel the girl do the same. Their lips found one another, and soon they were crying and moaning into each other's mouths, their orgasms playing off of each other.
As they sank back to earth, Ronnie tried to lift herself off of Emmy, but found her arms too weak. Instead, she rolled off of the girl, and onto the bed. Shea barely managed to creep onto the bed and heaved himself heavily onto the mattress between Ronnie and Emmy. All three took a few minutes to catch their breath and regain a normal heartbeat.
"Emmy, tell us. How did you manage to find yourself in that rather sticky situation," Ronnie asked.
"Well, you see, it was like this. Pa, he met up with Bill - that was the big one - just outside of Vegas. He seemed right friendly enough, and he told Pa he would take me to Vegas and marry me. Well, Pa always said that he wanted me to find a right proper husband, and we thought we found one. Pa, he gave me a thousand dollars and sent me with Bill to get married in Vegas."
A catch in Emmy's throat belied her carefree attitude.
"But soon as Pa was out of the picture, Bill turned the car south, and we wound up in Arizona. Before I knew it there were these other two guys that joined us. They were more concerned about the money than about me. There were afraid that if I went back to Pa, then they would have to give the money back. So, they figured they had to do away with me. And that's when you two showed up!"
Emmy finished her story with a smile, her eyes sparkling.
"So's I guess I get to go wherever y'all are goin'!"
Ronnie looked at Shea, and instantly saw the look of a man who believes himself to be in paradise. Just then Emmy excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Ronnie sat up and looked at Shea.
"NO! Shea, that girl is not going with us to Chicago, and that is that! I don't care what you have to do!"
"But, Ronnie, baby! Be reasonable! We can't just leave her, now, can we? And money between the two of us too little to be giving it away. Besides, what can it hurt?"
"You! As in my murdering you! It's either her or me, Shea! You can't have us both, not all the time, so I suggest you think of something. And fast!"
Ronnie wrapped a blanket around her, went to the bathroom sink to get a drink of water, leaving Shea to come up with a plan.
As Shea came closer to cumming, an unspoken competition between Ronnie and Emmy struck up - who would Shea be in when he went over the edge?
In the end, it didn't matter - both Ronnie and Emmy were more into themselves than Shea, and the feel of his hot, sticky jism splattering their pussies almost came as a shock! Ronnie was prepared to lick Emmy's pussy clean, when she felt Shea's tongue lapping eagerly at her. Moaning, she moved against Emmy, and knew from her expression that Shea was also doing the same to her.
As Shea's tongue caressed both their pussies, it didn't take long before Ronnie knew she was on the edge of absolute pleasure. Letting herself give in to Shea's tongue, she began bucking against Emmy, only to feel the girl do the same. Their lips found one another, and soon they were crying and moaning into each other's mouths, their orgasms playing off of each other.
As they sank back to earth, Ronnie tried to lift herself off of Emmy, but found her arms too weak. Instead, she rolled off of the girl, and onto the bed. Shea barely managed to creep onto the bed and heaved himself heavily onto the mattress between Ronnie and Emmy. All three took a few minutes to catch their breath and regain a normal heartbeat.
"Emmy, tell us. How did you manage to find yourself in that rather sticky situation," Ronnie asked.
"Well, you see, it was like this. Pa, he met up with Bill - that was the big one - just outside of Vegas. He seemed right friendly enough, and he told Pa he would take me to Vegas and marry me. Well, Pa always said that he wanted me to find a right proper husband, and we thought we found one. Pa, he gave me a thousand dollars and sent me with Bill to get married in Vegas."
A catch in Emmy's throat belied her carefree attitude.
"But soon as Pa was out of the picture, Bill turned the car south, and we wound up in Arizona. Before I knew it there were these other two guys that joined us. They were more concerned about the money than about me. There were afraid that if I went back to Pa, then they would have to give the money back. So, they figured they had to do away with me. And that's when you two showed up!"
Emmy finished her story with a smile, her eyes sparkling.
"So's I guess I get to go wherever y'all are goin'!"
Ronnie looked at Shea, and instantly saw the look of a man who believes himself to be in paradise. Just then Emmy excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Ronnie sat up and looked at Shea.
"NO! Shea, that girl is not going with us to Chicago, and that is that! I don't care what you have to do!"
"But, Ronnie, baby! Be reasonable! We can't just leave her, now, can we? And money between the two of us too little to be giving it away. Besides, what can it hurt?"
"You! As in my murdering you! It's either her or me, Shea! You can't have us both, not all the time, so I suggest you think of something. And fast!"
Ronnie wrapped a blanket around her, went to the bathroom sink to get a drink of water, leaving Shea to come up with a plan.
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Emma wasn't happy about being put on the Grayhound to Lone Elk Texas, but Shea had sweetened the pie with his last hundred dollars and nearly all of Ronnie's negligeés and frilly unmentionables.
When the bus pulled out there was a tear in the poor girls eye and a lump in Shea's pants at the thought of what might have been.
"You gave her what!"
Veronica was fit to be tied when she found out her wardrobe had been drasticaly depleted and their dwindling cash was on it's way to the Lone Star state, all except for...
"Fourteen dollars!"
It was Shea's turn to be surprised!
"You bet loverboy...fourteen bucks. That's it."
The rest of it, she explained was somewhere in the Arizona meteor crater with her purse, left behind in some haste.
They didn't have the gas money to go back and get it.
Shea collapsed in the cracked leather chair, despair painted all over his usually grinning face.
Down and Out in Gallup New Mexico...
His expression was so hopeless that it even cut through to Ronnie's heart.
"Oh Babe," She said snuggling down beside him,
"We'll work something out."
Through the venetian blinds winked a lurid sign from across the street.
ThunderBird Lounge...Live Girls!...Amateur Night, Tonight!
Shea had an idea...
Ronnie reflected on what had happened and murmured into Shea’s ear.
“You know, if we could have contacted Emmy’s father, I’ll bet he would have paid big to have his daughter returned to him. That’s what we should have done, if you ask me – which you didn’t!”
Ronnie let a sigh escaped her lips.
“What are we gonna do now, Shea? Shea? Shea!”
But his attention was on something outside the window. Slowly, Ronnie walked to it and peered out in the heat.
Thunderbird Lounge…Live Girls!…Amateur Night, Tonight!
“Shea! No way! I know what you are thinking and I won’t do it!”
“Ronnie, baby, be reasonable! We need cash – NOW – and this is the quickest way to go about it. You can do this, it would be a simple night’s work for you, baby! It’s not like ya gotta fuck anybody, you know! And I’ll be right there with you, you know! C’mon, what do ya say, Ronnie?”
She turned and looked at Shea. Her. In a strip joint? She’d never been in one, let alone know what do in one!
“Shea, I don’t even know what to do. It’s not going to work.”
“Sure it is, babe. Look, all ya gotta do is tease – you’re good at that. Show ‘em a little skin, entice ‘em. They’ll love you!”
Well, it might be a fun adventure to have men staring at her, her body undulating to the music. Shea seemed to think the money would be good.
“Okay, Shea, I’ll give it a shot. But if I’m uncomfortable in any way, I’m out of there!”
“Yeah, sure, okay, Ronnie whatever you say! But let’s go over and talk to the manager and set things up.”
Ronnie changed quickly into the white halter dress that everyone thought was the same exact dress Marilyn had worn for her scene in “The Seven Year Itch”. She quickly brushed her hair, and applied fresh makeup. Turn to Shea, she shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay, Shea, let’s go before I lose my nerve!”
“You know, if we could have contacted Emmy’s father, I’ll bet he would have paid big to have his daughter returned to him. That’s what we should have done, if you ask me – which you didn’t!”
Ronnie let a sigh escaped her lips.
“What are we gonna do now, Shea? Shea? Shea!”
But his attention was on something outside the window. Slowly, Ronnie walked to it and peered out in the heat.
Thunderbird Lounge…Live Girls!…Amateur Night, Tonight!
“Shea! No way! I know what you are thinking and I won’t do it!”
“Ronnie, baby, be reasonable! We need cash – NOW – and this is the quickest way to go about it. You can do this, it would be a simple night’s work for you, baby! It’s not like ya gotta fuck anybody, you know! And I’ll be right there with you, you know! C’mon, what do ya say, Ronnie?”
She turned and looked at Shea. Her. In a strip joint? She’d never been in one, let alone know what do in one!
“Shea, I don’t even know what to do. It’s not going to work.”
“Sure it is, babe. Look, all ya gotta do is tease – you’re good at that. Show ‘em a little skin, entice ‘em. They’ll love you!”
Well, it might be a fun adventure to have men staring at her, her body undulating to the music. Shea seemed to think the money would be good.
“Okay, Shea, I’ll give it a shot. But if I’m uncomfortable in any way, I’m out of there!”
“Yeah, sure, okay, Ronnie whatever you say! But let’s go over and talk to the manager and set things up.”
Ronnie changed quickly into the white halter dress that everyone thought was the same exact dress Marilyn had worn for her scene in “The Seven Year Itch”. She quickly brushed her hair, and applied fresh makeup. Turn to Shea, she shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay, Shea, let’s go before I lose my nerve!”
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"Nah...she ain't right for a Marilyn Monroe routine, besides Trixie Bambama does that every Tuesday night.
She looks more like ahhh..."
Sly Red Eagle owner and manager of the TBird was Ute and Siciliano. He wore his hair in pigtails down his back and smelled of garlic.
"This isn't going to work Shea."
Ronnie whispered.
"Janet Leigh maybe..."
"Wait a minute I don't look like Janet Leigh!"
Sly lit another Camel and nodded,
"Whatever...OK doll, strip and let's see what ya got."
Shea grinned lamely at her,
"Show him what ya got baby...please?"
Instead Ronnie walked up to the desk and gripped the edge, her knuckles white, her breasts about to tumble out of the white dress...
"Mister Red Bird, This is all you get. See!
If you want to see more...You pay for it!"
The stonefaced manager flipped a twenty on the desk in front of her.
"Show me."
"Show him babe...it won't hurt."
Shea scooped the bill off the table quick as a cat licks cream.
"'Sides, I'd love to watch you myself...Janet."
Ronnie felt the pit of her stomach turn sour, and then watched as Shea grabbed the twenty from the desk. And....then he called her - JANET! Ugh! She glared at him, wish she had been quick enough to snatch the twenty before he did.
She spotted a radio in the corner, and turned it own. The DJ was just ending his ranting when the soft, swaying strands of "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" wafted through the air. Stepping back to the middle of the room, Ronnie began to sway easily to the music. She closed her eyes, seeing in her mind how she would do this for a movie. Hell, she had stripped many a time for some of the finest casting people in Hollywood!
Letting her hands move up her body, over the swell of her hips, across her tiny waist, and finally cupping the fullness of her breasts, she opened her eyes, and glanced down at the owner. Letting a smile escape her lips, she rubbed her nipples until they were poking through the filmy material.
Raising her head, her lips parted, Ronnie raised her hands and placed them behind her neck. Letting her body sway and swing, she toyed with the clasp on the back of the halter, until it came loose. Stretching the straps out, she let the man before her see that the only thing separating him from seeing her tits was the material.
Slowly, she lowered one strap, lower, lower, lower, until just the swell of her breast was visible. Then she raised it once more. She held the straps out, turning, letting the proprietor see the full swell of her breasts from the side. As she turned her back to him, she bent at the waist, her legs spread, and brought the straps all the way down, in such a way to be certain that he knew her breasts were bare.
Turning swiftly, she raised the straps, and smiling invitingly. She watched as his fingers twitched, but didn't know what kind of sign that was.
Continuing to sway and move, Ronnie began to raise her arms, the straps between her fingers. Suddenly, her fingers let go the fabric, and the top part of the dress tumbled down to her waist. She watched as the owner's eyes almost bugged out, and held back the urge to laugh.
Shaking her breasts in a shimmie, she watched as his eyes remained glued to her jiggling breasts. As the sound neared its conclusion, Ronnie snatched up the straps, once more covering her breasts.
Smiling, she looked at the owner.
"Well? Was that good enough for your, uh, clientle?"
She spotted a radio in the corner, and turned it own. The DJ was just ending his ranting when the soft, swaying strands of "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" wafted through the air. Stepping back to the middle of the room, Ronnie began to sway easily to the music. She closed her eyes, seeing in her mind how she would do this for a movie. Hell, she had stripped many a time for some of the finest casting people in Hollywood!
Letting her hands move up her body, over the swell of her hips, across her tiny waist, and finally cupping the fullness of her breasts, she opened her eyes, and glanced down at the owner. Letting a smile escape her lips, she rubbed her nipples until they were poking through the filmy material.
Raising her head, her lips parted, Ronnie raised her hands and placed them behind her neck. Letting her body sway and swing, she toyed with the clasp on the back of the halter, until it came loose. Stretching the straps out, she let the man before her see that the only thing separating him from seeing her tits was the material.
Slowly, she lowered one strap, lower, lower, lower, until just the swell of her breast was visible. Then she raised it once more. She held the straps out, turning, letting the proprietor see the full swell of her breasts from the side. As she turned her back to him, she bent at the waist, her legs spread, and brought the straps all the way down, in such a way to be certain that he knew her breasts were bare.
Turning swiftly, she raised the straps, and smiling invitingly. She watched as his fingers twitched, but didn't know what kind of sign that was.
Continuing to sway and move, Ronnie began to raise her arms, the straps between her fingers. Suddenly, her fingers let go the fabric, and the top part of the dress tumbled down to her waist. She watched as the owner's eyes almost bugged out, and held back the urge to laugh.
Shaking her breasts in a shimmie, she watched as his eyes remained glued to her jiggling breasts. As the sound neared its conclusion, Ronnie snatched up the straps, once more covering her breasts.
Smiling, she looked at the owner.
"Well? Was that good enough for your, uh, clientle?"
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"Hell baby, you got great tits allright and real slick moves...but let's see the rest of the act!"
Sly stood up his boner poking his pants out like a circus tent.
Shea stepped in front of him.
"Hold it Chief...Ronnie does the rest of the gig WITH the clientele in the Club tonight, and she gets to keep everything that ends up in her garter."
"In that case my cock's gonna end up in her garter, Hotshot!
Now get outta the way!"
Red Eagle was on the warpath.
Shea pretended to be an immovable object.
"Private show is three hundred bucks...cash."
"Hey who's the fuckin' Boss here anyway? You wanna dance tonight, you strip for me right now...everything!"
Ronnie watched bemused and wondered why RedEagle wasn't talking to her instead of Shea.
She shrugged and started to halter her breasts.
"Let's go Lover...there's other strip joints just up the street."
"Two hundred bucks...that's it!"
The owner glared at them and tossed the bills on the table.
Shea turned to Veronica and grinned.
"Whaddya say babe?...Show the man your pretty pussy and we'll go have some lunch."
Ronnie glared slightly at Shea. She had had no intention of showing this despicable human anything below the waist! Still, Shea held up the 200 bucks, and she couldn't deny how far even that small sum would go.
She was tempted to just take her dress off. Hell, she knew the old Chief was hard enough to hire her now for just a glimpse of her snatch. But, part of the sale is the presentation.
A blusey number came on the radio, with just the right beat, and Ronnie picked up the beat with her hips. Spinning in a half circle, her back to the Chief, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. She noticed his eyes were anywhere but on her face.
She raised her hands to the back of her neck once again, and quickly undid the buttons holding the dress around her neck. Slowly, she turned around, smiling teasingly, she let first one strap drift lower and then the next before drawing them up quickly. She could read slight impatience on the Chief's face, as she held the straps up, so she just as quickly let them fall about her waist, exposing her breasts once again. She noticed his hand moving in his lap, and she knew he wasn't counting money between his thighs.
Moving her hands behind her back, Ronnie found the zipper and began to tug on it. Spinning around on the toes of her high heels, she imagined the view: the full, white skirt clinging to her hips, her back bare, and her long legs reaching down to her white, high-heeled mules.
Slowly, hips swaying, Ronnie undid the zipper, seemingly an inch at a time. As the material parted, more and more of Ronnie's back came into view. When she reached the bottom of the zipper, she grabbed the skirt, and swung around to face the Chief.
His hand was blatantly stroking his cock, which had somehow managed to make its way from the dirty jeans he was wearing. Ronnie played with the skirt. moving it low over her stomach and hips and then raising it higher. Slowly, Ronnie let go the skirt and ran her hands up over her body. The skirt seemed to cling to her hips as if reluctant to leave her flesh, before it slipped and then fell as a white cloud about her feet.
Kicking the dress to Shea, Ronnie stood before the Chief clad only in her white silk panties and heels. She ran her hands up over her body and into her hair, smiling at the man who had long ago refused the idea that she had a face. She moved her body with the beat, letting her breasts jiggle slightly, her feet angled for the best view of her long legs.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she turned and slowly pulled the white silk from her body. As she did so, her round ass came into view, wiggling, inviting. As the panties slowly exposed her ass, Ronnie turned and slowly pushed the panties to her knees, keeping perfect time to the song. With the panties about her knees, Ronnie wiggles and shimmied until the white silk pooled around her feet.
Stepping out of them, Ronnie moved to the desk, and sat on the edge of it, suddenly swinging her leg over the top to give the old Chief an upclose looke at her best asset.
With a grunt and a yell, the Chief's cock exploded - ribbons of jism flying over his hand and belly. From the sight, he had not done this for quite some time.
Ronnie moved off the desk, and bent down to get her panties.
"I'm hired then, good. C'mon, Shea, I'm starved!"
She was tempted to just take her dress off. Hell, she knew the old Chief was hard enough to hire her now for just a glimpse of her snatch. But, part of the sale is the presentation.
A blusey number came on the radio, with just the right beat, and Ronnie picked up the beat with her hips. Spinning in a half circle, her back to the Chief, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. She noticed his eyes were anywhere but on her face.
She raised her hands to the back of her neck once again, and quickly undid the buttons holding the dress around her neck. Slowly, she turned around, smiling teasingly, she let first one strap drift lower and then the next before drawing them up quickly. She could read slight impatience on the Chief's face, as she held the straps up, so she just as quickly let them fall about her waist, exposing her breasts once again. She noticed his hand moving in his lap, and she knew he wasn't counting money between his thighs.
Moving her hands behind her back, Ronnie found the zipper and began to tug on it. Spinning around on the toes of her high heels, she imagined the view: the full, white skirt clinging to her hips, her back bare, and her long legs reaching down to her white, high-heeled mules.
Slowly, hips swaying, Ronnie undid the zipper, seemingly an inch at a time. As the material parted, more and more of Ronnie's back came into view. When she reached the bottom of the zipper, she grabbed the skirt, and swung around to face the Chief.
His hand was blatantly stroking his cock, which had somehow managed to make its way from the dirty jeans he was wearing. Ronnie played with the skirt. moving it low over her stomach and hips and then raising it higher. Slowly, Ronnie let go the skirt and ran her hands up over her body. The skirt seemed to cling to her hips as if reluctant to leave her flesh, before it slipped and then fell as a white cloud about her feet.
Kicking the dress to Shea, Ronnie stood before the Chief clad only in her white silk panties and heels. She ran her hands up over her body and into her hair, smiling at the man who had long ago refused the idea that she had a face. She moved her body with the beat, letting her breasts jiggle slightly, her feet angled for the best view of her long legs.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she turned and slowly pulled the white silk from her body. As she did so, her round ass came into view, wiggling, inviting. As the panties slowly exposed her ass, Ronnie turned and slowly pushed the panties to her knees, keeping perfect time to the song. With the panties about her knees, Ronnie wiggles and shimmied until the white silk pooled around her feet.
Stepping out of them, Ronnie moved to the desk, and sat on the edge of it, suddenly swinging her leg over the top to give the old Chief an upclose looke at her best asset.
With a grunt and a yell, the Chief's cock exploded - ribbons of jism flying over his hand and belly. From the sight, he had not done this for quite some time.
Ronnie moved off the desk, and bent down to get her panties.
"I'm hired then, good. C'mon, Shea, I'm starved!"
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"That was cool as hell baby!"
Shea stuffed the rest of the Howard Johnson's cheeseburger in his mouth and washed it down with coke.
"Your gonna kill yourself eating like that Shea."
Ronnie was picking at a chef's salad and nursing an unsweetened tea.
"Your eating like a canary sweetheart...I think you'll die first."
Ronnie scowled at him, a forkfull of limp romaine on the way to her mouth.
"I have to starve so I'll look good in this new profession you've picked out for me..."
"Aww come on babe, you don't even have to go back there. Look after we pay the bill here we'll still have a hundred and ninety bucks left and according to my calculations that will be just enough to get us and the 'Virgin' to Chicago in two days of hard riding plus a night in a good motel just you and me..."
His leer and wink died stillborn as the seedy looking couple at the counter drew automatics from their pockets and jumped up screaming...
"This is a STICKUP!...NOBODY MOVE!"
Ronnie chewed her salad slowly and wondered what next could befall them...
Shea disappeared under the table...
'Well,' Ronnie thought to herself, 'life was never boring when Shea was aroung, that's for sure.'
She watched as Shea dove under the table, and then took another bite from her salad. She watched as the couple of theives wound their way around the tables, attempting to frighten customers by waving guns under noses and jabbing nuzzles into backs. She watched as each customer gave up their watches, rings, wallets. The more she watched, the more something seemed - not right. But what?
Before she knew it, the two stood in front of their table. Ronnie calmly sipped her tea and regarded the pair almost quizically.
"Okay, sweetie, cough up your money and jewelry. NOW!"
Ronnie made a show of looking at her bare fingers and arms.
"Sorry, guys, ya got me when I'm tapped out. No jewelry to take, I'm afraid."
"Yer purse then! There's gotta be something in there!"
"Oh sure, there is. You boys interested in some Monte Carlo Red?"
"Wha-what's that? Is it valuable?"
"Why, it's my lipstick, and yes, I consider it to be very valuable!"
"Grab her purse, Steve. If you don't mind, we'll just take a look fer ourselves."
"Be my guest, boys."
As the one named Steve grabbed her bag and started to paw through it, Ronnie watch the other one as his eyes drifted over her body.
"Hey, yer kinda pretty."
"Thank you, I hear that often."
"Why, you could be an actress, or something."
"I am - though currently I'm on hiatus."
"Hi-hi-what's that? A new movie?"
"You could say so."
"Naw, she ain't got nothin' in here," the one named Steve pronounced. Ronnie smiled that it took him that long to look through an extremely small purse.
"Sorry to disappoint you, boys, but I'm sure you more than made up for it with the other, uh, volunteers."
"Naw, you ain't gettin' off that easy! C'mon, sister, you're coming with us!"
"Uh, you mind if I bring along some baggage with me?"
As they looked curiously at her, she gave Shea a kick with the heel of her shoe. An "oomph" came from below the table, and one of the men reached down to pull Shea from under the table. Thankfully, Ronnie had seen him slip the remaining money in her purse.
"Hey! You got anything?"
"Who?" Shea played the part of the innocent, "Me? Why I spent my last $10 on her." Shea pointed to Ronnie and she smiled.
"Okay, both of you, come with us."
Ronnie slipped from the chair, and grabbed her purse securely. She walked gracefully out into the hot New Mexico sun.
"What kind of car you drivin'?"
Before Shea could respond, Ronnie pointed to the Virgin.
"Isn't she pretty, boys? And she goes like the wind, too."
"Sounds good to us, we'll take it!"
Shea glared at Ronnie as the men muscled him to the car.
"You gonna drive, hide and seek boy. You, Miss Pretty, can get in the back."
Ronnie seated herself behind the driver's seat as Shea settled behind the wheel, glaring at Ronnie. As he pulled the Virgin onto the highway, Ronnie removed her compact and started to powder her face. As she did so, she mouthed to Shea in the mirror:
"Dumb and stupid. Take money, run."
She hoped she was getting through Shea, who at the moment was fuming behind the wheel.
She watched as Shea dove under the table, and then took another bite from her salad. She watched as the couple of theives wound their way around the tables, attempting to frighten customers by waving guns under noses and jabbing nuzzles into backs. She watched as each customer gave up their watches, rings, wallets. The more she watched, the more something seemed - not right. But what?
Before she knew it, the two stood in front of their table. Ronnie calmly sipped her tea and regarded the pair almost quizically.
"Okay, sweetie, cough up your money and jewelry. NOW!"
Ronnie made a show of looking at her bare fingers and arms.
"Sorry, guys, ya got me when I'm tapped out. No jewelry to take, I'm afraid."
"Yer purse then! There's gotta be something in there!"
"Oh sure, there is. You boys interested in some Monte Carlo Red?"
"Wha-what's that? Is it valuable?"
"Why, it's my lipstick, and yes, I consider it to be very valuable!"
"Grab her purse, Steve. If you don't mind, we'll just take a look fer ourselves."
"Be my guest, boys."
As the one named Steve grabbed her bag and started to paw through it, Ronnie watch the other one as his eyes drifted over her body.
"Hey, yer kinda pretty."
"Thank you, I hear that often."
"Why, you could be an actress, or something."
"I am - though currently I'm on hiatus."
"Hi-hi-what's that? A new movie?"
"You could say so."
"Naw, she ain't got nothin' in here," the one named Steve pronounced. Ronnie smiled that it took him that long to look through an extremely small purse.
"Sorry to disappoint you, boys, but I'm sure you more than made up for it with the other, uh, volunteers."
"Naw, you ain't gettin' off that easy! C'mon, sister, you're coming with us!"
"Uh, you mind if I bring along some baggage with me?"
As they looked curiously at her, she gave Shea a kick with the heel of her shoe. An "oomph" came from below the table, and one of the men reached down to pull Shea from under the table. Thankfully, Ronnie had seen him slip the remaining money in her purse.
"Hey! You got anything?"
"Who?" Shea played the part of the innocent, "Me? Why I spent my last $10 on her." Shea pointed to Ronnie and she smiled.
"Okay, both of you, come with us."
Ronnie slipped from the chair, and grabbed her purse securely. She walked gracefully out into the hot New Mexico sun.
"What kind of car you drivin'?"
Before Shea could respond, Ronnie pointed to the Virgin.
"Isn't she pretty, boys? And she goes like the wind, too."
"Sounds good to us, we'll take it!"
Shea glared at Ronnie as the men muscled him to the car.
"You gonna drive, hide and seek boy. You, Miss Pretty, can get in the back."
Ronnie seated herself behind the driver's seat as Shea settled behind the wheel, glaring at Ronnie. As he pulled the Virgin onto the highway, Ronnie removed her compact and started to powder her face. As she did so, she mouthed to Shea in the mirror:
"Dumb and stupid. Take money, run."
She hoped she was getting through Shea, who at the moment was fuming behind the wheel.
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"I know it isn't funny dammit!"
The roar of the powerful v8 was drowning out all conversation.
One of the holdup men stuck a pistol in Shea's ear and screamed into the other one...
"You take a right up here boy...we're goin' down to 'Ol Mexico!"
"Shit!!...How about Chicago...You'd LOVE Chicago!"
"Nope to darn cold...now you do what we say or we're gonna have some fun with your gal!"
A galnce in the rearview mirror after a few minutes showed they were all ready having fun with his gal.
Both ronnie's breasts had been liberated from their restraints and Steve and Abner...he wasn't sure what the other ones name was...were bent over sucking her nipples like starving baby lambs.
She winked at him.
Shea braked fast, turned hard right over a steep curb and plunged the Virgin into the 'South Gallup Automated Car Wash!'
The two desperadoes tore themselves away from their lunch in time to get a face full of high powered foam...so did Veronica.
"CHRIST SHEA!"
She screamed as the huge rotating buffers began to pummel her and her assailents.
After being soaped, rinsed, waxed and polished...the waterlogged convertable was spit out of the wash and into a crowd of towel wielding attendents who were looking at Ronnie's waxed and polished breasts with awe.
Steve and Abner had disappeared along with Ronnie's purse and blouse, Shea's wallet and the backseat cigarette lighter.
A Gallant young man draped her with a terrycloth towel and asked what she was doing after work.
"I'm totally...TOTALLY available. You can pick me up at midnight in front of the Thunderbird Lounge."
A downcast Shea opened the door for her and a cascade of water poured out.
It looked like they were back in the stripping business.
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