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                                 Cuntabeast

                                   Part I

                              By: Phil Phantom
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This story is set in the American heartland in the early 1980's, centered on
a mid-size manufacturing facility situated outside a major city.

The 350+ employees of WAAM-9 (Winters Automotive Accessories Manufacturing
Plant Number Nine) were unique in manufacturing and were even unique among
the nine plants that made up the WAAM chain of small plants set up in each
marketing region.

In the early sixties, Clayton Winters closed the original WAAM plant that
made his fortune and created his empire, but kept most of the key people.
The mid and upper-level managers of WAAM-9 were now old white men, none
older or whiter than Clayton Winters himself at seventy-eight. Calyton had
reached a milestone of sorts--he weighed his age. The others were under
sixty-five, but over fifty-five. They all shared one common interest: they
were a horny lot that loved young pussy.

For Clayton Winters, plant nine was a gift to himself and his people. Only
thirty-five of the original eighty-two still remained, but those thirty-five
had it made at plant nine. Clayton hired young people just out of high
school; for the most part, an equal mix of male and female workers. He kept
wages low with few opportunities for advancement. This was to encourage
turn-over. The few areas where a woman could earn a descent wage were
reserved for women of exceptional beauty--young newlyweds, mostly--women who
were carefully screened before being hired.

Winters had created a sexual wonderland where horny young women worked
alongside hornier young men, supervised by extremely horny and accomplished
seducers with unprecedented management power for a work force in the
enlightened eighties. As a gift to himself, he had the new plant wired with
state-of-the-art surveillance equipment and kept the system up to date.
Plant nine was a human version of a hamster habitat with roughly
three-hundred and fifty hamsters.

Winters introduced three people to the mix that were not part of the
original team. They all came on board shortly after plant nine went into
operation. Greg Stoner and Max McGee had just retired from the U.S. Marine
Corps and were instrumental in securing a top secret government contract for
the WAAM-9 plant just before leaving a Pentagon procurement agency.

Bonnie Ange was hired right out of high school. Those three kept things
stirred up nicely in the early years; but were, by 1981, more of a
liability. With government pressure to darken and gender-balance the
management team to keep winning government contracts, Greg and Max were
looking at the door just as they were nearing eligibility for a second
retirement.

In an effort to thin his management ranks, Clayton began cracking down on
sexual misconduct, being very selective about who he cracked down on. Some
could get away with rape, while others couldn't scratch their balls without
being called on the carpet. Greg and Max had very itchy balls, but couldn't
scratch.

With no balls to scratch, Bonnie was better situated. She had also made
herself indispensable as a screener of female applicants. She had the
uncanny ability to observe prospective new-hires being interviewed and tell
whether they would fit in or be trouble. Her batting average was one-hundred
percent after five years of overseeing the screening process. The only
mistakes they'd made were when they ignored Bonnie's advice. As a result,
she hadn't been ignored in over a year, a her position was quite secure.

                                    * * *

Monday, June 15th, 1981:

Greg Stoner and Max McGee sat in the company cafeteria staring at the most
luscious sitting profile they'd seen in their combined one-hundred and
twenty two years. Beautiful women and sexy women were plentiful at WAAM-9,
but beautiful sexy women were rare.

The object of their attention looked like she belonged on a high-fashion
modeling magazine or would be right at home as a Hustler centerfold doing a
beaver spread. She had that lady and the tramp look that thousand-dollar
hookers have. She was the type seen on the arm of bachelor movie stars
attending the Oscars, rarely seen in person, and never seen at a
manufacturing facility in common street clothes.

Greg said, "Max, would you look at the gams on that new bitch?"

"How can I not look? The last time I saw gams like that was on the side of a
B-24. Christ, where did old man Winters find a dame like that? She's finer
than frog hair."

"Who does she remind you of? Think way back to Camp Pendelton when we were
with the First Marines."

"Joy? Yeah, that's Joy, but Joy never looked that good."

"She did when I married her. You saw her after half the girenes at Camp
Pendelton finished with her."

"That's true. That first wife of yours sure could strap on a leatherneck."

"She wasn't like that when we shipped out for Guam. When we shipped out, she
was a recent ex-virgin with one notch on her gun, and it was my notch and my
gun."

"Well, I got news for you, buddy. When we returned from Iwo Jima, she'd done
whittled that gun to a community property pea shooter. Sticking a dick in
her was like opening a window and fucking the world."

"I've been doing some checking on this one. She and Joy are like peas in a
pod. She was pampered, spotless record, straight 'A' student, art major,
married her high school sweetheart after one year of college. They just got
married, by the way, last month. Her old man is no broke-ass Marine, but
he's almost as good. He's still a student. They live in a cheap apartment
and she drives a clunker. Ten to one, she lost her cherry on her honeymoon
and thinks her sweetie has the only dick she'll ever want or need."

"What the hell are you cookin' up? She's in purchasing, not accounting. I
already checked."

"I know. I interviewed her. Bonnie turned thumbs-down on that one. Can you
believe that shit?"

"So what's she doing here?"

"Purchasing hired her on Bonnie's recommendation. I think Bonnie wants a
pet, or purchasing wants to start their own stable."

"From what I hear, they fucked up."

"They did, but I can take her down the same path Joy went down. I've talked
to her a few times, and it was like talking to Joy. I know how she thinks,
what she thinks, and how she'll respond."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? You ain't no spring chicken, jarhead.
Don't take offense, but you're uglier than me."

"You really know how to hurt a guy. No, I'm not talking about sweeping her
off her feet, I'm talking seduction. The guy that got to Joy was
seventy-two, fat, bald, and uglier than both of us put together. He ran the
restaurant she waited tables at. She told me how he did it, why she
responded, why she went deeper, and why she eventually did everything he
told her to do. She made that fucker ten grand at five bucks a fuck, and
that was just between Guam and Iwo."

"Are you thinking you can do that to her?"

"I believe I can."

"This ain't 1944, Greg. Women are different, now. If you did your checking,
you'd know that cute young thing already filed her first sexual harassment
charge and made it stick. Hot Dog Clark got his ass reamed good and put on
notice."

"I know all about it. Hot Dog didn't know what the fuck he was doing. I knew
what he did wrong before he told me. When he told me, I told him exactly
what she said. I'm telling you, I know how that girl thinks. I could do
almost the very same thing and get away with it. I know I could, but I need
you there with me."

"You want me to hold your hand like I did on Tarawa?"

"Fuck you. I was dragging your ass off the beach you dumb bastard. I don't
need your help. All I need is a witness that nothing improper went down."

"Forget it, Greg. We already have two strikes against us, and we're too
close to retirement."

"It won't fail. I know it won't. Look at her, Max. She has it all in
pristine condition. She's pure as the sands of Iwo, and I know you love
those long-haired, dark brunettes with big brown eyes and pouting lips. If
she had slanted eyes and a bald pussy, you'd be cumming in your pants right
now."

"I do love a pretty face, even with round eyes, but I must have a bald
pussy."

"You like big tits, too. With her dark features, I lay you ten to one she
has long chocolate nipples, chink nipples, Max. She has chink nipples, nice
ones, too."

"If she does, then she also has a big, black, hairy pussy to spoil
everything."

"She does, but she'll be shaving her pussy inside a week if you work with
me."

Max licked his lips and thought, then said, "You're that sure?"

"Positive, as long as you don't jump in and just follow my lead."

"What's your plan?"

"We talked outside Winters' office last Tuesday. She's nervous about joining
the company and filing a charge so soon. She felt she had to, but now she
regrets it and worries about pay-back or getting a reputation as a squealer.
She's going around trying to justify what she did, and she's seeing little
sympathy or support, even from other women. She even sent a carefully worded
letter to Clark wishing the event had never happened."

"What, she apologized?"

"No, it was a letter of regret with a desire to let bygones be bygones.
She's trying to mend bridges. That's exactly what Joy would have done. Right
now, she wouldn't dream of filing a complaint, especially when there will be
two people saying she made it up against her already suspect word. We have a
window of opportunity working for us. If we strike now, she'll take what we
dish out and keep her mouth shut."

"You're not talking about going for broke, are you?"

"Hell no. I figure we have a week, maybe two, to show her the pleasant side
of sexual harassment. In a week, I can have her thinking of sexual
harassment as a harmless perk that brings her great pleasure while amusing
two harmless old corporate bulls that could help her up the ladder. We won't
be fucking her until she begs us to fuck her."

"I like that, but how long will this take? I retire in two years."

"Two weeks, tops. I'm so sure this will work, I'll put up a grand against
your grand."

"When you bet even money, you're not sure."

"All right, two to one."

They shook on the bet as Faye Thomas picked up her tray and went by them,
dousing them with the scent of lilacs in spring. They watched her ass sway
sensuously under the tight, knee-length skirt. Max said, "This is one bet I
hope I lose. When do we make our first move?"

"There's no time like the present. Nobody feels feisty after a meal, and the
slowest time for a purchasing agent is the early afternoon."

"What about Bonnie? If she has this dame staked out for herself, she can be
trouble."

"I spoke with her. She's not getting anywhere with her. She said I wouldn't
either, but I was welcome to try. Her perfect record is being tarnished by
this one, so Bonnie wants her broken-in, and broken-in good. She doesn't
care who does it."

"That makes sense. That woman has an ego like a young Marine."

"Let's go hit the beach."

                                    * * *

Faye plopped down in the chair behind her desk and fished in her purse for
her compact mirror and lipstick. The small office cubicle never looked
smaller as she studied her face and reverted to a childhood practice of
talking to herself in the mirror, saying, "Well, you ate alone again. I hope
you're satisfied. You just couldn't wait to call Mark and tell him that some
other man touched his private pussy. Well, he got jealous, but it wasn't as
much fun as you thought, was it? Dummy, you should have known he'd make you
file a charge. Now, everybody hates you, and the guy that got you this great
job can't wait to get rid of you. Dummy. Ingrate. Prude. Bitch."

Faye re-applied her lipstick and thought about the only female friend she'd
made and still had after her two weeks on the job. Bonnie Ange didn't like
what she'd done, but at least Bonnie understood and would still talk to her.
The older woman made sense, and Faye wished she'd eat lunch with her instead
of going off with the other purchasing agents to wherever it was they went
to eat. Faye didn't share any of Bonnie's beliefs and attitudes, but she was
eager to prove she had an open mind and wasn't a stuck-up bitch, or worse, a
prude.

After filing charges against one of the most popular men in the company, and
the man who got her the position she wasn't fully qualified for, her direct
supervisor, no man would have anything to do with her. They still looked,
they stared, they gawked, but never a kind smile or friendly flirtation.
Faye looked in the mirror and said, "Your precious little pussy is safe now,
princess. Mark will be thrilled that...Oh!"

The door to her office opened suddenly and two men wearing suits stepped in.
Greg walked in with Max on his heels. "Who were you talking to?"

Faye closed the compact and sat up defensively, saying, "I was just talking
to myself." She stood to say, "Can I help you?"

"Don't you remember me? We chatted outside Mr. Winters' office while he
reviewed your complaint with Johnny Clark."

"Yes, of course. I remember you, but I'm terrible with names."

Faye reached out to offer her hand. Greg took her hand in both of his,
saying, "Greg Stoner, head of marketing. This is an old friend, Max McGee.
He runs shipping and receiving. We go all the way back to 1943, to the
Marine Corps in World War II. I wanted him to meet you."

Faye reached left and offered her hand to Max after Greg released it from
his excessive and overly familiar handshake. She said, "Faye Thomas. Glad to
meet you."

Max held onto her hand, and was still holding her hand when Greg said, "We
both have a fondness for the pretty young things. We're just a couple of
horny old men. Ain't she something, Max?"

Faye turned beet red and tried to pull her hand back. Her face turned sour
and she angrily said, "Let go of my hand, and please leave my office."

Max wouldn't let go, and Greg lightly ran his fingers up her trapped arm,
saying, "Relax, sweetheart. We're not going to hurt you."

Greg ran his feather-light touches inside the sleeve of Faye's blouse, and
on into her arm pit as Max stroked his fuck finger in her palm while pulling
her half across the desk. She had to brace herself with her left hand to
keep from being pulled onto the desk top. Greg's fingers easily wandered
inside the billowy sleeve as she cried, "Stop, this, damn you! Why are you
doing this to me? You know I'll report you?"

Greg slipped a finger under her bra shoulder strap and inched down to the
bulging side swell of her right breast, making her squirm against Max's
pull. He said, "We wouldn't be taking these liberties if we thought there
was the slightest chance you'd file a report. Fact is, we know you can't say
a thing to anyone."

Faye looked at Greg as his finger searched inside the bra for her nipple.
She jerked and struggled uselessly, as she said, "Why wouldn't I?"

Greg fingered the hardening nipple, saying, "Because that would be
incredibly stupid, and you are as smart as you are beautiful."

Greg managed to get his whole hand inside her right bra cup without
escalating her struggle. She said, as he rolled her turgid nipple, "I don't
think it's stupid to report a violation of state and federal law, not to
mention company policy, and I..."

"Stop. You don't need to quote the rules. We know we're violating every rule
and invading your personal privacy. We aren't just harassing you, we're
molesting you, a jailable offense. The point is, you won't tell, so we're
doing it."

Greg detected the first signs of surrender as she said, "Why won't I tell?"

"Because it would be your word against the word of two top managers with
long records of playing by the rules. You invited us in here and tried to
lure us into a sexual harassment trap. We'll add our statements to those
already filed by Johnny Clark. Mr. Winters gave you the benefit of the
doubt, but that's only good for one incident. He always gives the ladies the
benefit of doubt, but he can't stand trouble makers or whining bitches. The
next unsubstantiated charge, and your young ass will be out the door so
fast, your tits will spin."

"I can tell my husband."

"But you won't. He's the one that made you file the first charge."

Greg squeezed her tit, making Faye wince and cry out, "Please don't do
this."

"Like I said, you're not stupid. You know we could strip you naked and take
turns fucking you on your desk, but we'd never do that. We're not rapists,
we're dirty old men who appreciate things of rare beauty. You won't report
us or try to stop us, so naturally, we're taking liberties."

She relaxed even more as she said, "You're right, but I am asking you to
please stop violating me in this way."

Greg removed his hand from her blouse, saying, "First, we have to settle a
few bets we made while watching you eat your lunch, then we'll leave you
alone, okay, sweetie?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Greg reached for the buttons of her blouse and began undoing them, saying,
"Not unless you can out-muscle to old Marine Raiders who can still do
one-armed push-ups."

Faye could not believe what was happening to her. Greg summed up her
situation and her state of mind as though he could read her thoughts. Sweat
beaded on Faye's brow as she watched her blouse being undone. Greg had
unbuttoned all but the last two when he said, "Okay, Max, you can let go of
her hand. She won't fight us, now."

Max released her hand and Faye slowly stood straight, offering no resistance
as the last two buttons were undone and her blouse was folded open. Again,
Greg read her response correctly, leaving her more awed than embarrassed.
Greg said, "We have a bet regarding your nipple type. Max thinks they're
pink and flat with little pencil eraser tips. I say they're chocolate color
and pointy, like Hershey's kisses."

He reached for the center clasp of her bra. She watched as though
transfixed. Greg said, "Let's just settle this bet right now, shall we?"

Faye watched as her bra come undone. She sucked in a deep breath as Greg
folded out the cups to reveal two very hard, pointy, chocolate brown
nipples, arching up in a tight pucker on her proud thirty-six-Ds. He turned
to Max and said, "That's five bucks you owe me, buddy, and five more because
they're erect, just as I predicted."

Faye turned crimson with the realization that her nipples were, indeed,
fully erect. Max came around protesting, "Her nipples aren't erect, you
asshole. I've seen nipples like that before, and that's their normal state.
Ain't that right, Faye?"

Faye looked from one erect nipple to the other, stammered, then said,
"I...well, sorta."

Greg said, "Sorta what? Are they sorta erect, or sorta natural?"

Faye couldn't think of a good way out of her dilemma, so she fired back,
"Look, maybe I have to put up with this, but I don't have to play along with
your stupid game."

Greg said, "She's right, Max. I know how we can get to the bottom of this.
I'll give you one minute to stimulate her left nipple. Use any technique you
want; but, if after that minute there's no appreciable difference between
the two, pay up."

"You're on." Max took Faye's left hand and cupped it under her left breast,
saying, "Hold this up for me, sweetheart."

Faye found herself holding up her tit as though in offering as Greg looked
at his watch and Max stood poised at the nipple with his mouth at the ready.

Greg said, "Get ready...

set...

start!"

Max moved his mouth onto the nipple and sucked while batting the tip with
his tongue, sending delicious chills up and down her spine. He sucked
wonderfully as she watched and held her tit for him. She had never focused
so intently on her nipple in her life, and it felt as though every erogenous
zone on her body sent receptor envoys to her left nipple to join in the fun.

When Greg called time, he placed her right hand under her right tit so that
she could make an equal presentation. She immediately missed the mouth as
the men examined both nipples, one dry, one wet, but found both to be about
equal in stiffness and pucker. She felt absurd offering up her breasts for
the humiliating and self-incriminating test, but had no will to do
otherwise.

Greg used his finger to pull down then release each nipple in turn for the
spring-back test. Faye watched the test, looking from one nipple to the
other repeatedly, as each nipple repeatedly exposed her aroused state with
springy vibrations. Faye watched Greg drive his point home with the
realization that the point was directed to her, not Max.

After the point was driven into the ground, Max made a pained face and said,
"Ah, shit. I guess you were right. Those nipples of hers are as hard as they
get. Put ten in your column, but this ain't over yet."

Greg took a sheet of note paper and placed two columns labeled Greg and Max.
He then placed $10 in his column. Faye released her breasts and stood
waiting, still wearing her blush. Greg smiled and patted her back, saying,
"That's my girl. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I can't believe these
idiots around here think you're a stuck-up prude. Shit, you're doing great,
honey."

Faye could not hold back a warm smile, or the look of disappointment as Greg
covered her breasts, hooked her bra, and rebuttoned her blouse. Just as she
was feeling great, enjoying the lewd game, and adjusting to the breast
display, he began covering them as though he were placing cabbage back in a
sack. She expected awe when her bra cups came away, but they were more
interested in their silly bet. She'd never had that reaction before, and no
male ever covered her breasts.

With the last button done up, Faye couldn't help feeling a sense of loss.
Her pride also suffered. She'd always thought her breasts were her best
feature and could make any male drool and stutter. She was, however, left
with a warm feeling for the praise she received from Greg. He said, "Okay,
honey, turn around. We have another bet to settle."

Without hesitation, Faye turned her back to the men and looked over her
shoulder to Greg, waiting to hear what he had to say. He said, "I bet that
you had a cotton tail from a bikini. Max said you had no discernable tan
line. Five bucks is riding on this, so don't let me down baby."

Before Faye could ready her nerves, Greg hoisted her skirt past her waist,
exposing her panty hose and panties. He said, "Hold this skirt out of the
way, will you, sweetheart?"

Faye brought her hands back like an automaton and pinned the material to the
small of her back. When Greg hooked his thumbs in her panty hose and
panties, she sucked in a deep breath, then sucked a deeper one when both
came down in one hard pull that left her ass bare to the base of her cheeks.
She heard Max clap and cry out, "Hot damn! There ain't no cotton tail on
this bunny."

Faye's heart pounded as Greg left her exposed and placed an arm around her
shoulder. He moved his face close to her ear and said, "Aw, now Faye. You
let me down. Don't tell me you're one of those sun worshipers that lie
around naked and give little boys a cheap thrill."

"No, I never lie out naked. I was in school most of the summer, so I hardly
ever got a chance to put a suit on or get any sun. My skin has a natural
light copper tone."

"But you do wear a bikini, right?"

"My suit is a bikini, yes."

Max said, "That wasn't the bet. The bet was, did she or did she not have a
cotton tail." Max played his hand over her ass, saying, "There's no line
buddy. Her ass is creamy white all over. Soft, too. Put five in my column.
Nice ass, Faye."

Faye watched over her shoulder as Greg put a five in Max's column. He set
the pencil down, hooked her panty hose and panties, lifted them to her
waist, and let go with a snap, saying, "Okay, turn around."

Faye pulled her skirt down, then made the turn on weak knees as Greg said,
"We next bet on your pubic hair. We both agreed you had a full beard between
your legs, but I said you had a full black beard. Max said it was brown and
sparse. This bet is a biggie. We have ten riding on this. Be good to me,
sugar. If you can grow a big bushy black beard between your legs, do it
now."

Faye, on the verge of hyper-ventilating, stood still as he raised her skirt
past her waist, and again, asked her to hold it there. Again, she did so.
She thought her undies were coming off, and she braced herself for that most
intimate unveiling, but he hooked his fingers in the waistbands under her
belly button and pulled out, forcing her to lean back against the pull,
unintentionally jutting out her crotch. Both men peered inside her panties
in this humiliating position, and Greg cried, "Look at the pubic beard on
this babe! Blacker than midnight! You lose, Buckwheat!"

Greg let the undies go with a snap, and Faye fell back against the wall as a
result. Greg noted the stunned look she had and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Faye.
I was so excited about winning the bet, I just plum forgot you were off
balance."

He helped her to stand straight. Faye still had her skirt up and said, "Can
I put my skirt down, now?"

Greg turned his back on her to jot down his ten, saying, "No, hang onto what
you got. We've got one more to go. How tall are you, by the way?"

"Five six."

"Weight?"

"One-twenty-two."

"Measurements?"

"Thirty-seven at the bust. Twenty-three at the waist, and thirty-eight at
the hips."

He jotted these figures down on the score pad, added all the numbers
together, then said, "Ha, I was closest. Damn, I should have put money on
it."

He then faced Faye and said, "This next one is more a challenge than a bet.
I told Max I could talk you into letting me finger- fuck you to a climax. I
get five minutes to do it in, but I can't touch you. All I can do is talk
you into letting me."

Faye's ears burned on hearing about this bizarre challenge. By this time she
didn't know what she would or would not do, but was impressed with Greg's
confidence. She was all ears as he went on, "Now, we've got twenty bucks
riding on this." He picked up the pad, quickly added the numbers, and said,
"The way it stands now, I'll either come out forty bucks ahead, or I'll wind
up owing Max five. I know you won't let me down, sweetheart."

Max cried, "Hold on, there! You're buttering her up before your time
starts."

"Who says she wants me to win? Hell, she might want you to win. We're both
molesters in her eyes."

"Bull, she's been on your side from the start. If I didn't know better, I'd
swear she grew black hair between her legs a moment ago."

"Do you want to call off the bet and settle up now. Right now, you'd owe me
fifteen."

Faye watched this bizarre banter while holding her skirt above her waist.
Part of her wanted the challenge to go forward, but another part wanted it
to end. It wasn't that she wanted the games to end. Far from it. She'd never
been so excited and was willing to take off all of her clothes if directed
to do so. She didn't want Greg to lose, and she felt certain he would. There
was no way she could be talked into letting him finger-fuck her. She was
almost certain there was no way, and she'd grown to like Greg and wanted
more praise.

They settled on double or nothing. The winner would walk away with forty
bucks, all other bets being canceled. Greg turned to Faye holding a quarter.
He said, "Okay, baby, here's the deal. I'm going to take off your shoes,
panty hose, and panties, then place this quarter between your knees. I'll
sit in your chair, and you'll sit on my lap with your skirt down. I have to
keep my hands on the armrests until the quarter drops. Understand?"

Faye nodded her understanding as her heart beat a pitter patter against her
chest wall. Max stepped up and said, "You hold that quarter tight, Faye. If
you drop it before the five minutes is up, he gets to keep your shoes, panty
hose, and panties as a souvenir. You'll work the rest of the day, barefoot
and naked under your skirt. Your hubby might be asking some very
embarrassing questions if you lose that quarter."

Faye bit her lower lip, determined, more than ever, to hang onto that
quarter for dear life. She nodded. Greg knelt and removed her white high
heel shoes. He pulled her panty hose down her legs and off her feet, then
reached for the panties. Faye watched her panties go the way of her
pantyhose, and stood naked from the waist down, waiting to be told she could
put her skirt down. Greg was eye-level with her crotch. He looked at her
pussy and smiled. He then placed the quarter between her knees. Faye clamped
down hard. He reached up and took the skirt from her, tugging it into place.

He pulled her chair into place, sat, then guided Faye back to ease onto his
lap, centered over his cock. Faye felt the large spongy lump at the base of
her labia lips. Her legs settled over his, as his hands gripped the
armrests. She settled back to his chest at his suggestion. His mouth was at
her left cheek, breathing warm breath into her ear. Max said, "Are you
ready, Faye?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Are you ready, Greg?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"On your mark...get set...go."

Faye expected a rush of pleading words, but nothing came. All she felt was
his warm breath tickling her ear. The first minute passed with nothing but
the sensation of his breath and the growing hardness under her pussy, now
hot and growing harder by the second. At the end of the second announced
minute, she lolled her head on his shoulder and let her ear rest against his
lips. The cock under her felt like hot metal, threatening to penetrate her
skirt. She knew he was much bigger than her husband, the only man she'd ever
gone all the way with.

A third minute passed and Faye was dying to hear something, anything. She
silently begged him to try to win. With one minute left to go, Faye was
squirming on his lap, and nuzzling his lips with her ear, breathing hard,
but still clamping the quarter.

Agonizing seconds ticked by with no word from Greg; but with less than
thirty seconds to go, he softly whispered, "Faye, don't make me lose. Max
will spread this all over the plant. Don't humiliate me, baby. Save my
reputation and yours. Prove to these people that you're not a stuck-up
prude, a tight ass, an ice queen, or a good little wife. Show them that if
the right man approaches you in the right way, he can have anything he
wants, and you don't give a fuck what anyone thinks, especially not your
husband."

Max began counting down from ten seconds. At five they heard:
Clink-ka-tink...ring......ringg....ringgg...ringgggg.

Greg brought his hands to her knees and whispered, "That's my girl. I knew
you wouldn't let me down. Now lets give Max something to talk about. Lift
your ass so we can get this skirt out of the way."

Faye's mind reeled with the implication of what she'd just done, but she
found herself lifting nonetheless. Greg pulled the skirt up to her waist,
and she settled her naked ass to his lap. Max rubbed his hands together with
a leering grin and pulled up a chair, taking a seat at Faye's knees. Greg
whispered in her ear, "Hang your legs over the armrests. Show Max what
you've got between your sexy legs. Every guy in this plant is dying to know
what your pussy looks like, and Max is excellent at descriptive narration.
Giving Max a good look at your cunt is like having a picture taken, even
better. Max tends to exaggerate."

Faye's face burned red at Greg's suggestion and provocative words.
Nevertheless, as though her legs had a mind of their own, they raised,
parted, and settled on the armrests. Max gazed on her wide-spread beaver
from inches away. Faye wanted to hide in a deep hole as Greg's hands slid up
her inner thighs and took possession of her moist grotto. She groaned and
turned her head when he peeled her labia lips back, but she swooned as he
began massaging her sex, whispering softly, "You have a magnificent cunt,
sweetheart. I knew you would. You're doing great. Max loves your sexy pussy.
Show no shame, Faye. Be proud of your unique vagina. Look him right in the
eyes and tell him to get a good long look at your pussy, and sound like you
mean it."

Faye slowly brought her head back around to look straight ahead. Max looked
up from her crotch. She looked down. His eyes locked on hers. He smiled and
said, "A nice juicy pussy to go with those rock hard nipples. You're a horny
little cunt, aren't you, Faye."

Greg slid his two middle fingers in her tight, juicy pussy and whispered,
"Tell him the truth. Your pussy will make you out a liar just like your
nipples did."

In a voice trembling with anxiety and lust, Faye said, "Yes."

"Go ahead, Faye. Tell him the rest."

Faye swallowed hard, then said, "Get a good long look at my pussy."

Greg whispered, "I want you to memorize every detail."

Faye repeated, "I want you to memorize every detail."

Greg whispered, "Please tell everybody what my pussy looks like."

Faye said, "Please tell everybody what my pussy looks like."

Greg said, "That's my girl. Excellent. You have a gorgeous pussy, and I want
to see you acting proud of it, being proud of it. You should take your
rightful place as queen of the naked beavers. Your pussy puts all others to
shame, and I want to see you behaving like the queen beaver around here. Put
these bitches in their place and get these men on their knees where they
belong."

"Oh, Greg, please, make me cum!"

Greg finger-fucked her pussy while massaging her clit, but he kept her at
the edge without letting her go over. He said in a deep sexy voice, "You're
not going to hide in your office the rest of the day, are you?"

Faye could barely manage words as she squirmed against his fingers. She
said, "I can't walk around bare foot."

"Says who? There's no dress code here. This isn't high school, you know?"

"I know, but it wouldn't look proper. I'm not a worker, I'm a purchasing
agent."

"Who cares? The biggest slut in this plant is the only other female
purchasing agent. You need to look improper just to fit in. The whole plant
knows the only reason they hired you for this position was they needed a
good-looking whore to help Bonnie win better deals from vendors."

"Do they really think that about me?"

"You have no qualifications for this job other than your sexy body. What
else could they think? You know it's the truth, and you want to hang onto
this job. Your untouchable, goody-two-shoes image could use some tarnish.
That's why you dropped the quarter, isn't it?"

"I don't know why I dropped it."

"I'll stop if you'd like."

"You won fair and square. Go ahead and finish."

"Do you know what I'm going to do, Faye? I'm going to take your shoes,
pantyhose, and panties, and tack them to the lost and found section of the
bulletin board in the main lobby."

"Please don't do that."

"They're mine to do with as I please. I won fair and square, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"If you don't want to go home to hubby without them, simply claim them on
your way out."

"Greg, please! I couldn't. There will be a crowd. My husband will be home
when I get there. I need them back."

"Then it's simple. Just pick them off the bulletin board on your way out.
Chances are, you're the only female in the plant that lost shoes, panty
hose, and panties. I'm sure they'll still be there. No one would steal them
with a large crowd gathered to see who claims the mysterious articles."

Faye breathed heavily and squirmed harder against the fingers driving her
closer to orgasm. She managed a weak, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"To help you, Faye. I like you. I like you a great deal. Max likes you, too.
Look at him. He loves your wet pussy, and he usually hates pussy with hair
on it. I prefer bald pussy, myself. I think all women should be required to
shave their arm pits, legs, and cunts. A bald cunt is a truly naked cunt,
and a naked cunt is a joy to behold. I guess your hubby likes to pretend
he's fucking a bear."

"Please get this over with."

"I'm in no hurry, but I'll stop whenever you tell me to stop. Relax,
sweetheart. This is liberation day. No one will call you a prude after
today. With any luck, they'll be calling you a whore. They will if they see
you collect your things from the board."

"And you think I want that?"

"You want it and need it. I said I wanted to help, and I meant that. You
fucked up pretty badly by filing that charge against Johnny Clark. You
pissed off a lot of people. Guys are afraid to approach the women for fear
of a sexual harassment charges. The women are pissed because the guys aren't
hitting on them. Johnny almost lost his job and he has a wife and four kids
to support. The old man called his wife in to hear the charges, so Johnny
ain't getting no pussy from momma for a long time."

"He didn't really do that, did he?"

"Oh, yes. Winters has his own way of dealing with sexual harassment charges.
With half our contracts being government work, he has to come down hard on
cases he thinks are legit. He nailed Johnny good, right in front of his
wife. Johnny's out to get you, Faye. He will, too. You need to make amends,
smooth things over, patch things up, build bridges."

"I'm trying to. I sent him a letter of regret."

"He needs a letter of apology. He needs a retraction of all charges. You
made a mistake. You read him wrong, misunderstood his intentions. You need
to go see his wife and talk to her, say you're sorry. Kiss her ass if need
be."

"But he tried to fuck me. He almost raped me."

"Keep sticking to that story, and you'll be job hunting. I don't want that
and neither should you."

"I don't. I have to hang onto this job no matter what. They can't fire me if
I do my job."

"No, but they can make your life so miserable you'll quit. They're doing
that now. Things will get worse. How would you like to buy a new set of
tires everyday just to get to work."

"They wouldn't!"

"I've seen it happen."

"I'll bet they sent you two here to scare me, didn't they?"

"Wrong. If that were the case, I'd be fucking your ass while Max was getting
some pussy, not gazing on it wishing he were. I told you, we're on your
side. We like you. We want you to stick around. We can help you. We want to
help you, but you have to work with us, sweetheart. You're in the real world
now. They play hard ball in this league."

"I just want to be left alone. I'll mind my own business."

"Then that's what you should have done. Everyone is fucking everyone else,
and no one wants anyone to come along and screw things up. You've got the
whole plant on edge. The old man wants everybody happy while they stay busy
making more money for him. He wants you out, or he wants you brought in
line. If you ask me, based on what he did to Johnny, he wants you brought in
line; otherwise, the rough stuff would have started already."

"Please, do it faster or stop. I can't take this anymore."

"Pick one."

Faye hesitated, then said, "Faster. Do it faster!"

"Faster it is."

Greg built to a fever pace as his fingers plunged deep and his clittie rub
blurred Max's vision. Faye's orgasm had been teetering at the brink. The
lively pace quickly sent her flying over the edge. Faye bounced and twisted
on Greg's fingers, then slid to the floor like a sack of wet shit. Max let
her lie there while she caught her breath, then helped her to her seat that
Greg vacated. Faye tugged her skirt down and said, "Please leave...and
please, please leave my things here!"

Greg wadded her things and stuffed them under his arm. She looked up with
pleading eyes and said, "Greg, I'm begging you. If you meant what you said,
don't do this to me. My husband will kill me."

"I'm sorry, Faye, but I have to do this or we'll be kissing your adorable
ass good bye. You have a lot to deal with, but you'll deal with this problem
first. We'll join you for lunch tomorrow."

"I'd rather eat alone."

"Too bad. We'll also be stopping by from time to time to sexually harass you
the way you like it."

"Don't you dare. I'll lock my door."

"You can't lock us out. Your office has no door lock, besides, we're
management. We have legitimate business with purchasing agents. We can send
for you, and if you don't come, we can have you brought to us by security
guards, in cuffs. As long as you work here, me and Max will be paying you
visits and pretty much doing as we please with you."

"I won't stand for that."

"There's nothing you can do about it except quit. We've already established
that you can't quit. It's a good thing we're just a couple of harmless dirty
old men. If we were younger, nastier, and mean, we could be fucking you
bow-legged every day. We'd be sending you home to hubby with a very messy
pussy and lots of splainin' to do, Juicy Lucy."

"Please, leave me alone, and give back my things."

"We don't care for either of those choices. Have a nice afternoon, and we'll
see you for lunch. Oh, and I'll be terribly disappointed in you if you try
to sneak out of here. If you leave without your things, I expect you to go
straight home and face the music. If you tell me you managed to hide your
condition from your husband, I'll get up and leave the table in disgust, so
will Max. You'll be on your own after that. By the way, shave that damn
hairy pussy, will ya?"

The men left, and Faye slumped forward over her desk.

                                   * * *

The happy ex-Marines were on their way to Max's office, it being the closest
to the purchasing department. As soon as they cleared Faye's office, Max
burst out with a hearty slap on Greg's back, shouting, "God damn, buddy, you
were out-fucking-standing! That was fucking incredible!"

"Yeah, it went better than I thought. I swear, the similarities between Faye
and Joy are eerie. I'm starting to believe in reincarnation. It's like Joy
returned with a brand new body, only I like this one better."

"Will she shave her pussy?"

"She will eventually, but it's iffy for tomorrow. She'll need time to absorb
what's happened and build her prison."

"Build her prison? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Joy was the type that if you put three walls around her, she'd put up the
fourth, then install the bars and locks. She has to feel trapped with no way
out in order to do anything against her nature and upbringing. Faye wants in
the trap."

"She does, huh? It didn't look like it."

"Oh yeah. She'll tell me where the holes and cracks are, then wait while I
seal them."

"She did that, didn't she?"

"Yep, just like Joy did for that old pimp. It got to where she'd point out a
hole you could drive a jeep through, and he'd hang tissue paper over it,
anything she could paint brickwork and bars on to make herself feel easy
about her helpless and hopeless situation."

On the way, Johnny Clark and three of the male purchasing agents from the
department headed their way after an extra long lunch. They were laughing,
but stopped laughing when one of the men pointed out the feminine articles
Greg had under his arm. Greg smiled to Johnny and said, "These belong to
Faye."

Four jaws dropped open. Johnny said, "You have got to be shitting me?"

"No, I wouldn't shit you, Johnny, you're my favorite turd."

"You're going to get my ass fired, you horny old bastard."

"Relax. Faye won't be filing anymore charges on anyone, and you'll be
getting a full apology. She'll even go see your wife and grovel at her feet.
She thinks Winters called your wife in and exposed the charges to her in
front of you. Faye thinks you've been cut off and your marriage is in
jeopardy. Don't let her think otherwise."

"And she's in the mood to apologize?"

"To you and your wife. Give me till Friday. I wouldn't make any moves on her
until I say she's ready, but you can all stop tippie toeing around her.
She's been declawed and defanged. What you guys choose to do about that is
your business, but Faye is no threat to anyone, so you can stop giving her
the cold shoulder treatment."

"God damn, Greg. This is great news. I didn't want to lose that fine looking
piece of ass. She sure makes our purchasing department cave look bright and
smell sweet."

"Be nice to her, okay. By the way, I heard your wife swings both ways. Is
that true?"

"Lately, her swing has been stuck on the other side. Why?"

"Faye has to grovel. Seems to me, a wife that likes pretty young things
might abuse the situation if someone put the bug in her ear."

Awareness dawned in the form of a big smile as Johnny said, "I gotcha. Oh,
yes, Clara will abuse the shit out of that situation when she gets a load of
Faye. I'll start looking for bugs. Greg, we all owe you a great debt of
gratitude, and I speak for the whole fucking plant."

"I know, and you can show your gratitude by treating her with respect. You
can pass the word, if anyone molests Faye, they'll answer to me. I didn't
say fuck her, I said molest her. Fuck her all you want, but no rough stuff
or bullying."

"I understand. I'll personally get the word out. For a second there, I
thought you were going to try and keep her for yourself."

"No, I won't be happy until every swinging dick in this plant has had a
piece of her several times over, but Winters tops the list. Don't you have
any reports that need to be hand delivered to Mr. Winters?"

"I believe I do."

"Then quit lolly gagging in the halls and get busy."

Four men moved on wearing huge grins. Greg and Max stepped into Max's office
and shut the door. They took their usual seats with their feet propped on
the desk. Greg said, "This should get the ball rolling. Did you ever see
happier men?"

"Yeah, on top of Iwo. Suppose Faye finds a real way out, a way to nail our
asses at the start. All she'd need to do is secretly tape one of our
meetings."

"She won't be looking for a way out. That's one thing that amazed me about
Joy's slide into prostitution. There were so many easy ways out in the
beginning. She told me she wasn't looking for a way out. She said finding a
way out never crossed her mind, and if an opening presented itself, she
quickly let the guy know. Most of the time, she wasn't consciously aware
that she was doing these things. She said it was like there were some devil
hiding inside her head making her do and say things. Faye is thinking the
same thing. She didn't want that quarter to drop. The devil made her do it.
Right now, she's scared shitless. She knows the devil is stronger than she
is, and she knows I can talk directly to the devil."

"Fucking amazing. She still seems to like you. Did you pick that up, too?"

"She's awed by me. It's not a matter of like or love. She's in awe. She'll
eventually come to see me as her master, and live only to please me."

"Christ. You're not thinking of doing to her what that old buzzard did to
Joy, are you?"

"Hell no. I'm not a pimp, but I will use her to play sex games around here,
especially with her husband. When I tire of that, I'll pull her chain in
tight and keep her. She's mine, Max. I got my Joy back, but this time it's
for keeps, and I'll outlive her. I'm going to treat her good, Max. I want to
give her sensual pleasures she never dreamed were possible."

"You're not going to forget your old buddy, Max, are you?"

"Of course not. We've got us a live-in maid/whore for the rest of our lives.
When we retire, we retire in style."

"Thanks, Greg. You're all I've got, you know? I've been counting on it being
you and me until they plant our sorry asses."

"That's the way I see it, too. You stuck by me through the worst of my
ordeal following Iwo. You kept me from blowing my brains out when that
fucker turned my home into a one girl whore house for the platoon."

"I bought some of her pussy, too. I always felt pretty bad about that."

"Yeah, but you never rubbed my nose in it the way the others did. You'd get
a piece of her ass, then come out and console me, or offer to buy me a piece
from a downtown whore. I never blamed you. Where could you get pussy like
that for two bits?"

"Yeah, your wife was the only two bit whore in Oceanside, at least for third
platoon. The guy really had it in for you, didn't he?"

"He was out to totally destroy every vestige of pride and manhood I had in
me. The fucker told me right to my face that if I weren't a big, mean,
Raider Marine war hero, he'd probably tire quickly and move on. He told me
he'd make me grovel at his feet while guys were taking turns fucking my wife
right behind him. He said he'd piss in my face, then make me eat her out
after they were through."

"Why didn't you ever kill the bastard?"

"I don't know. I suppose I was in awe of him. I also knew Joy would hate me
forever if I so much as spoke with disrespect to him."

"Jesus! You never...you know."

"Yes, I did, Max, more times than I want to remember. I sucked guys' cocks
to get them hard, then guided them into her pussy. I've had my tongue up the
old farts ass while he fucked her."

"How did you keep your sanity?"

"He took her away a week before we shipped out for the invasion of Japan.
Once we got to sea, I snapped out of it. I just pretended she was dead. Two
weeks later, she was, but I didn't find out until two years later. By then,
Joy was a sad memory and we had boots to train. The Corps is good for
forgetting."

"I never could understand how Joy could treat you the way she did. I mean,
shit, you were still covered in bandages for Christ's sake."

"She hated herself for what she was doing to me. She really did. It was just
when she was around him that she'd totally forget me and think only about
pleasing him. She knew he got off on watching her humiliate, degrade, and
demean me, so that's what she did. She made me suck more dicks than I can
count, his especially. She loved making me eat fuck from her pussy."

"How could she make you do anything? She only weighed ninety-eight pounds
soaking wet."

"Max, if I knew the answer to that question, we wouldn't be living alone
jacking off every night."

"So, now that you're the Svengali, what's in store for her hubby?"

"That depends on him. If he's a cocky fucker, full of piss and vinegar like
I was, I'd like to watch him grovel at my feet while I piss in his face,
then watch him go down on his pretty bride after she pulls a long messy
train. His tongue's going up my ass regardless."

"Can I watch?"

"You can help piss, and you can be next in the saddle for an ass-reaming
fuck. I hear they're great. Joy swore by them. She said it was the only way
to get a good fuck out of an old man."

"Hot damn! This is like old times, Tokyo occupation duty, eh buddy?"

"As soon as she shaves her pussy and gets her hair in pig tails and tied
tight to make her eyes slant, it's Tokyo all over again. Too bad she doesn't
have a young daughter or own a male dog."

"She can make daughters."

"She sure can, and we're going to get started on that right away. We also
need more dogs around the place, don't you think?"

"You're fuckin' 'A' right. Chesty's getting tired of that Brenda bitch. I
say we need several big horny fuckers."

"You're in charge of developing our Canine Corps, and don't make all of them
bulldogs. I'm tired of looking at bull dogs with DI hats on, especially if
they're going to be fucking my girl."

"Aye Aye, Gunny!"

                                    * * *

Bonnie returned from lunch shortly before the guys. She dropped off her
purse and decided to stop in and see Faye. She knocked, then cracked the
door to say, "Are you busy?"

Faye sat up and wiped the tears from her face. She gathered herself and
said, "No, come in."

The thirty-five-year-old blonde divorcee with three kids stepped inside and
immediately saw that Faye was distressed and had been crying. "What's the
matter, Faye?"

"Nothing."

Bonnie brought a chair around to the left side of the desk to sit close,
saying, "I know better. You were fine when I left. All the bullies left with
me, so what happened?"

It was then Bonnie saw Faye's bare feet and realized her legs were also
bare. Faye saw her take notice and said, "I got sexually harassed big time.
Two of them. They took my shoes, panty hose, and panties."

Bonnie sat up and said, "Say! You did get sexually harassed big time. Did
they fuck you?"

"No, they just played games."

"Who was it?"

"Mr. Stoner and Mr. McGee."

"Oh, those two geriatric delinquents. Relax, Faye. They're good guys.
Twenty-four carat gold, both of them. I've had them both, and they're not
bad for old fuckers."

"Bonnie, I'm happily married. I don't care how good they are. What am I
going to do? They said they were going to keep on doing this. What am I
going to tell Mark?"

"Frankly, I'm surprised those two had the balls to try something like this
with you. You're an untouchable around here, and those two are already
skating on thin ice."

"Mr. Stoner knows I can't afford to make anymore complaints. He sized up the
situation perfectly. He knows I can't quit and can't tell. He knows he can
have his way with me. He told me so, and then he did, and then he said he'll
do it everyday."

"You don't know it yet, but you were just rescued by the cavalry. If Greg
and Max have decided to get involved in this sticky mess, it's because they
want to rescue you. You probably don't know this, but Greg won the
Congressional Medal of Honor, and that's the highest honor this nation
bestows on war heroes. They're usually awarded posthumously."

"I know about the medal. I'm impressed."

"Yeah, you know that famous picture of the guys pushing up the American flag
on a hill?"

"Yes, of course, the raising of the flag on Mt. Surabatchi. There's a statue
of it in Arlington National Cemetery. Was he one of those men?"

"Those were men from his platoon, but they never would have made it to the
top if it weren't for Greg and Max taking out three machinegun nests on the
way up. They were both shot up pretty badly. Max almost died and Greg is
scared from his toes to his shoulders. His right foot is artificial."

"You'd never know to look at him."

"You'll get to see them both naked the way things are going."

"I can't let that happen, even if they are good guys."

"You know what I always say: when rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy a
good fuck."

"And you know how I feel about that absurd sexist saying."

Bonnie leaned forward and placed a re-assuring hand on Faye's bare thigh
just above the knee. Faye looked at the overly familiar hand as Bonnie said,
"Take my advice, Faye. Let this work for you. Don't hide in here. Get out
and take a few barefoot strolls through the plant. Show off these sexy legs,
these naked sexy legs."

Faye watched as Bonnie's hand took a very improper stroll of it's own, up
and down the length of her thigh, pushing the skirt as it went. Bonnie
ignored the disapproving look while saying, "Get tongues wagging. The rumor
mill is dying to get some dirt on you. God damn, you've got gorgeous legs,
bitch."

"You're the only person I know who ends a compliment with a derisive term.
But thanks anyway."

"I'm serious. You think your tits are hot shit. They're not bad, but big
tits are a dime a dozen nowadays. It's your legs and ass that drop jaws. You
should see what happens when you walk past. Every eye drops from tit level
to ass level, then roams up and down these sexy fucking legs. There's no bad
view: front, back, or side. From the waist down, even in these ridiculous
skirt lengths you wear, you are one hot-looking piece of ass."

"Bonnie, you're embarrassing me."

When the hand went so high that it exposed her pussy hairs, Faye tensed and
pressed her knees together. Bonnie ignored this reaction and reached for
Faye's nearest foot, raising the out-stretched leg, forcing Faye on her side
as she said, "Fuck, what a gorgeous gam!"

Bonnie ran her left hand over the leg clear to the exposed right cheek of
her ass as Faye pleaded, "Bonnie please! You're treating me like a side of
beef."

Bonnie squeezed the soft ass flesh, saying, "Nice fucking ass, too. People
need to see this ass."

"Please stop!"

Bonnie ran her hand all over the leg before setting the foot down, saying,
"Shoot a few naked beavers and get caught doing it. I do it all the time.
Hell, I'm not wearing panties now. If it'll help, I'll go barefoot, too.
I'll walk with you. Would that make it easier?"

Faye re-settled in her seat and forced her legs to relax, though she had no
intention of leaving the office. She felt genuine warmth and compassion
coming from Bonnie. She no longer resented the familiar liberties she took.
She knew Bonnie was openly bisexual and had the hots for her. There was
nothing shy or indirect about Bonnie. The basis of their friendship was
Bonnie's sexual attraction to her. Faye knew this, but the friendship seemed
real. The friendship was certainly needed and welcome. Now, even the touch
was welcome. Every place Bonnie had her hand tingled with a warm glow. Faye
let her knees fall open slightly as she said, "Thank's, Bonnie, but I'll
stay put."

Bonnie saw the signs and took immediate advantage. She ran her hand to the
top of the right leg and massaged Faye's soft inner thigh with the edge of
her hand nestled in the warm wet folds of her friend's hairy pussy, saying,
"Suit yourself, but you really should come out of your shell. You're hot,
girl, wet too. Mind if I take a peek at the goodies?"

Faye said nothing as Bonnie moved the front center of the hem up past the
pubic mound, then pulled the closest knee closer to look between Fay's legs.
Faye felt terribly self-conscious, but it was a relief to see her naked
charms had an obvious positive effect on somebody. Bonnie's desire and
praise were in her eyes as she stared into the core of her sex and said,
"God damn, girl, you are one sexy bitch! You make my mouth water. Did the
boys get a good look at this cunt?"

"Oh yeah, Max especially. He said he was memorizing every detail so he could
tell everyone in the plant what my vagina looks like. He's probably doing
that right now."

"Good for him, but I have to correct you. This is not a vagina; this is a
cunt."

"I wasn't aware there was a difference."

"Ladies have vaginas; whores have cunts."

"So, now I'm a whore?"

Bonnie used her right hand to peel aside the right cunt lip, saying, "If the
shoe fits. I see you're not fighting the notion."

"After what I've been through, and with what I'm allowing you to do, I feel
like a whore."

"Yes, you do feel like a whore. Now, I can add my observations to his. You
know, you are stunningly lovely between the lips. I love your big clit, and
I adore long, flappy inner lips. You need a trim, though. All this hair
hides your best feature. Whether you like it or not, your cunt is your best
feature, and the best part of your cunt is between the lips."

"I never thought of those things as features. To me, it looked like my
insides were falling out through my crack."

"Are you nuts? Guys aren't interested in seeing a crack. When they look
between a woman's legs, they want to see lots of healthy pink meat, pussy
innards nestled in a soft taco of puffy skin. You have a cunt that would
stand out like a baboon's ass if you got rid of all the fucking hair. This
hairy beaver crap is out. It's been out. Most men like shaved lips, at
least."

"I wouldn't know. Mark's never said anything one way or the other. I only
trim for my swimsuit, but I haven't worn that in ages. You know, it's funny
you called them pussy innards, because I've always called those parts, cunt
guts. That should tell you how I've always felt about them."

"Cunt guts, huh? That beats pussy innards. You need to start looking at your
cunt guts differently. They are by far your finest feature. You have
extraordinary cunt guts. You have cunt guts any man would drool over. I'm
drooling over them."

"I find this very odd, but Max was drooling over them, too."

"I know Greg and Max like bare beavers. They go for that little girl look.
Did they mention that?"

"Several times. Greg expects me to be shaved bald by tomorrow. I'll have to
see what Mark thinks about that, but I doubt he'd go for it."

"I'll give you one piece of advice, and you'd better take it. You do
whatever those two tell you to do. If you don't, you'll never get another
piece of good advice from me. I mean that."

"All right, I'll shave it. I need you in my corner, now more than ever.
Maybe Mark will like it after he sees it bald."

"Good, let me do it, okay?"

"What, here?"

"In the lady's room. I'll go buy a razor, a good one."

"I don't know, Bonnie. One thing Greg wanted me to do was not hide my
condition from Mark. If I came home shaved, too, I think he'd want a
divorce. I need to work up to a shaved pussy."

Faye moved her legs further apart on her own. Bonnie beamed a big smile and
boldly ran her fingers through the wet slit, then sent two fingers in Faye's
hole, saying, "Oh, this is marvelous. I love it. You absolutely must go home
naked and shaved. You need to get fucked, too. Ned will be glad to help you
out. I don't think he got laid during lunch."

Faye reluctantly grasped Bonnie by the wrist and pleaded, "Please don't,
Bonnie."

Bonnie pulled out and sat back in her chair saying, "I thought you liked
what I was doing. Excuuuse me."

Faye restored her clothing, saying, "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but
I'm not bisexual. I don't mind you looking, and I don't mind a friendly
touch, but I have to draw the line somewhere."

"Well, you should give it a try before you say you're not bisexual. I used
to think the same thing until a bitch sat on my face and I had to eat her
off to breathe. I've never passed up a nice juicy twat since. I'll play by
your silly rules, but one day, I'm going to get you drunk, rape your
adorable ass, then sit on your face."

Faye chuckled at the image, then said, "One day, I'll let you get me drunk,
okay?"

"Sounds like a date, sugar britches."

"Is that what you guys do, have sex during the lunch break?"

"We fuck, but not together. Today I went with Craig out to his RV, but I
don't often screw guys in the department. I've had them all to the point of
boredom, but Craig's not bad for reruns, and doing it in an RV is nice. You
should have fucked Johnny. He's not bad, either, but he usually has a full
dance card."

"I'm not going to be fucking anybody if I can help it. My goal is to be able
to look Mark in the eyes on our golden wedding anniversary and tell him he's
been the only man, ever. I came to him a virgin, and I aim to stay
faithful."

Bonnie put her finger down her throat, made a gag noise, then said, "Give me
a fucking barf bag. Where the fuck did you come from, and who put those
antiquated ideas in your head, Scarlet? Ummm...I forgot where I had this
finger. Damn, girl, you're delicious. Ummmm...Ahhh!"

Faye giggled, then said, "That's the way I was raised, and I hold to those
values, even in this day and age. Stop sucking your finger. You're
embarrassing me. I know I don't taste that good. Nothing tastes that good."

"You're right. I'd better stop before I throw up. I was trying to make you
feel better, but now I'm feeling a bit nauseous and faint. We need to open a
window. Why are there no windows? Please, close your legs. I can't breathe.
It smells like dead fish in a sewer in here. It's low tide at Turd's
Landing. Knock out a wall! Somebody, do something!"

"Stop it, Bonnie. God, you go from one extreme to another. You act so silly
at times."

"No sillier than you. When someone wants to lick my pussy, I do the splits
and don't ask questions. My pussy could care less what the mouth's owner has
between its legs. If you ever want to try pussy, just start at my feet and
lick your way up my legs. By the time you reach the top, I'll have you a
spread you can stick your head in and wiggle your ears."

Faye laughed and said, "I'll keep that in mind."

"What about Mark? Does he live by those values? Was he a virgin?"

"I wish. In fact, he's already cheated and been caught several times since
we've been married. We've been married less than a month."

"Look at the surprise on my face. When I stopped by your place to meet him,
I pegged him for an easy lay. He pegged me for an easy lay, too. He tickled
my palm with his fuck finger; I tickled back. We have a date to fuck, we

just haven't set it yet."

"You're lying."

"Don't call me a liar. I have never lied to you. I give it to you straight
whether you like it or not."

"I'm sorry, Bonnie. You're right. That's what I appreciate most about you.
Please forgive me. It was just a knee jerk reaction. I couldn't believe he'd
do that to someone he just met, someone I was introducing him to. What
nerve. You're not going to set a date, are you?"

"Hell yes. He's a handsome fucker and he wants to fuck. I'll probably stop
by your place for lunch tomorrow. Will he be there?"

"How can you ask me such a thing and still call yourself a friend?"

"I'm just being honest and open like a true friend. Well, will he?"

"Probably. He usually sleeps in till his first class at noon."

"Good, I'll take an early lunch. A strong young fucker like Mark can
probably bust three nuts in an hour."

"I can't get over your nerve."

"You have a lot of growing up to do, Tinker Bell. I'll tell you something
else, if you make it through this day without getting fucked, it'll be a god
damned miracle. If you don't march right down to personnel and resign,
you're going to be a whore before the week's out."

"If I thought that for one second, I would."

"Trust me. I never lie, and I'm never wrong. By next week, you'll be going
home to Mark with foreign sperm running down your bare legs, and presenting
him with a well-used pussy to fuck, eat, or spit on every day. You'd better
get him used to your coming home the way you are now, just as a warmup. By
all means, shave that pussy; and, at least, make it look like it's been
fucked. Wear a cucumber in it and squirt hand cream all over your cunt and
inner thighs before you take that cuke out and waddle into the house
bow-legged."

"Good lord, Bonnie! I think you're half-way serious."

Bonnie reached over and took Faye by the chin in a firm grip to lock eyes,
saying, "Now you listen close. I was not half-serious; I was dead serious.
This is not a dirty little school yard game. You're the new monkey in the
zoo that every monkey wants to fuck. Greg and Max have hero complexes. They
love playing the hero. They're like little boys, only worse, they still
think they're young Marines. They'll be heroes when they turn you into the
new company whore. That's how they're saving you and making themselves out
to be heroes at the same time. Is any of this getting through those big
brown eyes?"

Faye nodded in Bonnie's grip. Bonnie let go and sat back. Faye sat back. A
pregnant pause ensued, then the door to her office flew open. Johnny strode
up to her desk and dropped a manila envelope in Faye's lap. Bonnie curtly
said, "Don't you ever knock? I would have thought you'd learned your lesson.
That could be construed as sexual harassment, you know? Suppose she were in
her masturbating. A woman needs her privacy."

Johnny ignored Bonnie and said to Faye, "Take these reports to Mr. Winter's
office. He's waiting to see them. You are to deliver them in person. You can
masturbate later."

Faye's red face fell and turned redder. Bonnie stood and picked up the
envelope, saying, "This is bullshit. Did Greg put you up to this, Johnny?"

"Stay out of this, Bonnie."

"No, leave the kid alone. She doesn't need this shit right now. She's been
through enough for one day."

"Bonnie, drop it."

"Fuck you! I'll take my fucking shoes off and deliver the god damn report to
the old leech."

Johnny softened his tone, laid a hand on her shoulder, and said, "Could I
talk to you in private? Please."

Bonnie turned to Faye and said, "I'll handle this, just relax; better yet,
masturbate." She then went out with Johnny. Faye sweated out the five
minutes they stayed away. Bonnie returned alone, walked up to Faye's desk,
and dropped the envelope, saying, "Take this valuable report to Mr. Winter's
office right away."

"Bonnie, no?"

"Look, Johnny explained everything to me. Greg did tip him off, and it was
Greg's idea. Johnny called the old man and cleared it with him. The old
pervert can't wait to see you, and this envelope full of garbage reports. He
knows you'll be barefoot with nothing on under your dress. That should have
tipped me off right away, but it didn't click."

"What do you mean?"

"That's Winters' thing. He goes ga ga over young girls going barefoot with
no panties on. Don't worry. He won't fuck you, but he'll keep you busy
picking up lint off his carpet while he jacks off."

"But Bonnie, I can't go out like this."

"You have no choice, and you're dying to do it."

"I am not."

Bonnie came around the desk and said, "Give me your right hand."

Faye's eyes grew wide as she pulled her hand in. Bonnie grabbed the hand and
brought the freshly-slimed fingers to her face, saying, "Been digging for
clams?" She dropped the hand and said, "Don't try to bullshit me, Faye.
You're so fucking horny you could fuck a snake in the middle of the
production floor."

"I'm sorry, but I can't go out like this, even if the idea turns me on--a
little."

"A lot! He's expecting you like this. Look, dummy, that's the man you have
to put a smile on. Win him over, and you'll be a fixture here. This will be
a big feather in Greg's hat, too. You can show your appreciation to Greg and
Max by giving the old man exactly what he wants."

"Doing this will help Greg?"

"They'd like to get rid of those old white men in high profile positions and
replace them with young black women to fill government EOC quotas. Doing
this right will secure their immediate futures. Greg will be eternally
grateful if you do this right."

"How do I do it right?"

"For one thing, that skirt will never do. You can bend over till your head
hits the floor, and you won't show a thing of interest to the old man. Wait,
I have an idea. Stand up....Yes, we can fold the waist under and place the
belt on top of the fold. We need to get that hemline up near your ass."

"That high? That's obscene."

"No shit, Sherlock. Where do you think you're going? You're on your way to
see a pervert. Do you want to do this right, or not?"

"Well, yes, but how will I get from here to his office."

"Through the plant, with your head high and shoulders back."

"I couldn't. Not if you raise it that high, not barefoot. I'll die of
embarrassment."

"Stand still and quit whining. If you don't do this right, I'll disown
you....There, that works. Now turn around and bend slightly from the
waist....Perfect. Your pussy has to show with a slight bend, but do all your
bending with straight legs and from the waist. You want to completely bare
your ass, and keep your ass facing him whenever you bend. Got it?"

"It's too high in front. My hairs are showing."

"That's too bad. I can't shave you now."

"Let it down some. At least hide the hair."

Bonnie stood and cupped Faye's face, saying, "Forget the fucking cunt hairs
and listen up. You go straight through the production floor and on up to the
executive office. Marge will show you into Mr. Winters' office, then she'll
leave you alone with him. As soon as that door closes, you become a
three-year-old little girl. Act cutsie and giggle a lot. Bite on a finger
nail and sway in place. With that rug you have between your legs, you'll
need to ham it up to make it good for the old man. Do you think you can do
that?"

"I'll try. Bonnie, I'm scared."

"I've been playing this part for seventeen years. I'm now thirty-five, and
he still likes me. The main thing is the acting. Think like a nasty little
girl that knows she's showing off her pussy. When you see his cock, make a
face like you've just seen the most amazing thing you ever saw. This
requires acting, because he has a pathetic little weenie. Let me see you
make the face."

Faye made the face and Bonnie said, "Hey, that's great! He'll love it. Keep
stealing peeks at him jerking off. He loves getting caught, so don't just
stand there and stare. When you're bent over, look through your legs like he
can't see what you're looking at because he can't see your face. He likes to
cum with the girl in this position, so time it, and be close to him near the
end. Try to get some of the cum to land on you. Remember, you're fascinated
by his cock, so after you see it, you move closer and closer trying to get a
better look. Generally, he takes ten minutes. After he cums, he'll send you
away."

"Do you do this a lot?"

"I used to. He prefers the young stuff, but they usually can't act the part
convincingly. The acting is just as important as the look, maybe more so.
I've got the act down pat; but to tell you the truth, he's growing tired of
the same old goods I bring. This EOC bullshit has him nervous about tapping
the local talent. For the past few years he's been hiring young whores with
shaved pussies. I still get called about once a month. If he likes you,
we'll get that pussy shaved real close and get you a little girlie dress.
You'll be making these deliveries daily."

"Suppose he doesn't like me?"

"I don't see how he couldn't unless you completely fall apart. Even if this
doesn't go that well, he'll want to try you again with the shave and the
right dress. When you tell me what you did, I can tell you where you went
wrong and suggest improvements. I wish we had more time, but we don't."

"Will he tell you what I did wrong?"

"Hell no. He won't acknowledge this to anyone. He won't even speak to me
outside the office, and the man has had his nose up my butt. Everyone knows
about his kink, but it's like the emperor's new clothes. Nobody see's him as
naked, not even his personal secretary."

"Mr. Clark is talking to him. He set this up."

"No, he just called over and told the old man you were walking around the
department with no shoes and no panties. He asked what he should do about
it. Mr. Winters suggested you deliver a report as Johnny knew he would. It's
all very subtle, but once you're in with the old man, nobody can touch you."

"You mean they can't fire me?"

"That's right. That's why I can tell anyone to fuck off and get away with
it. That's why I take two-hour lunches, or take the afternoon off if I feel
like it. That's also why I can go around with no panties on and shoot bare
beavers till the cock crows, grab any dick I want, and fuck him anywhere in
this building. That's the kind of pull you'll need if you want to play with
the big cats."

"Bonnie, I want to do this right to secure my job, but I can't go out there
like this. I feel naked. God damnit, I am naked. Look, I'm trembling."

Bonnie slapped the envelope in Faye's trembling hands and pushed her through
the doorway. With her hand in the small of Faye's back, she led her through
the department, past smiling agents, past a smiling department head, and out
onto the production floor where she was given a firm shove and told to keep
moving. Faye moved like a robot as Bonnie called out, "Head up, shoulders
back. Just keep moving. You'll do fine."

The doorway behind Bonnie filled with purchasing agents. Johnny stepped up
beside Bonnie as they watched Faye walk down a wide aisle where work stopped
as she passed by. From the rear they could see her hairy bush massaging cunt
guts with each step. Johnny said, "I haven't seen anything this erotic in
the twenty-two years I've been here. God damn she's fine."

"She's scared half out of her mind. It's a good thing she couldn't see what
she looks like in the back."

"It should be interesting when she gets to the end, whether she turns right
to personnel, or left to go up to the executive offices."

"She'll turn left. If she were going to turn right, she'd have gotten her
skirt down by now....There you go, left turn."

"What made you so sure?"

Bonnie faced him and said, "Whatever Greg did to her in there, it made a big
impression. She did a one-eighty whenever I told her Greg would be pleased.
She's doing this for Greg. I even tried to put a scare in her. I gave her a
worse-case scenario that should have sent her screaming from the building.
All she did was nod."

"Whatever he's doing, I hope he can keep it up. Say, Bonnie, what do you say
we tie on a quickie for old time's sake?"

Bonnie smiled and looked to his crotch, noting his erection. She looked up
wearing a smile and said, "Didn't I see you drive off with two bimbettes
from accounting?"

"Yes, but I'm ready for a full-fledged bimbo, now."

"Okay, sweet-talker. For old time's sake. We have to make this a real
quickie, though. I need to run out and buy a razor before she gets back.
She'll be ripe for plucking after the old man gets through with her. I want
you to see that Stella diverts her calls, and I also want privacy. Let's use
her office. I'd like to leave a puddle in her seat."


At seven sharp, Bonnie knocked on the door of the quiet residence
while taking note that Faye's car was not on the street. No one answered,
so Bonnie tried the door. The door opened; she called out, "Faye,
are you here?"

She stepped inside and went to the bedroom door, knocked, and called
out, "Faye. Are you in there?"

A somber and weak feminine voice cried, "Go away, Bonnie. Please
go away."

Bonnie tried the door and found it locked, she then stepped back
and kicked. The cheap door flew open. Faye was lying face-down on the bed
wearing a full-length terry-cloth robe. She rolled to her side, taking
her face out of the pillow and the ice pack thereon. 

Bonnie marched up and sat on the bed to look at her black and swollen
right eye and slightly bruised left cheek. She cupped Faye's chin to look
closer and said, "You didn't follow my advice, did you?"

"I tried, but that just made him madder. He hit me before I
realized he was about to. He went berserk when I sat on the couch and spread
my legs. I don't know whether it was the shave or the cum he saw. He never
threatened, he just hit me. He left me, Bonnie. Mark left me. He grabbed
his things and he just left me. He called me a whore, then stormed out."

Bonnie pulled the crying newlywed to her bosom and patted her back
saying, "I forgot about the sneak attack. That's my fault. He didn't
leave you. They do that for dramatic effect--type 'A' theatrics. He's out
getting shit-faced. When he comes back, you can't be here or he might kill
you. The police will pick him up. Until they do, you're staying with me."

Faye pushed free near panic. She said, "No. I just want him
back. I want you to leave us alone. I want everyone to just leave me alone.
I am not a whore, do you hear me? I am not a whore."

Bonnie got up and said, "Are you going to quit?"

"No, I can't quit."

"Do you plan to file sexual harassment charges on anyone, including
me?"

"No, of course not. I can't. You know that. Especially not on
you. I still want to be friends."

"I see. Then what you're telling me is, you are willing to be
a whore if that's what it takes to keep your job."

"I don't think Greg..."

"No, I don't care what you think. If Greg wants you to be a
whore, you'll be a whore. Am I right or wrong?"

"If he put it to me that way, I'd..."

"Right or wrong, Faye?" Faye stared in silent contemplation.
"Right or wrong?"

"Right...but..."

"No buts. Now, are you willing to come home to this after a
day of whoring at the plant?"

"I'm not calling the cops, so forget it."

"Damnit, Faye, you dumb cunt! You can't have it both ways. Follow
your heart, or follow your cunt. They are going off in different directions.
If you try to follow both, it's going to rip you apart. Make a choice,
and do it now."

"I can't choose."

"You have to choose." 

Bonnie returned to the bed and took Faye's face in her hands, saying,
"Sweetheart, you know which choice I want you to make. I have always
followed my cunt, and that's why I'm never wrong or wronged. I run my own
life the way I want it run. I live for sensual pleasures. You are the most
sensual person I've ever met. You exude sensuality from every pore. Everybody
who sees you, wants you, male and female. You just had a little taste of
it today, but everyday can be like today for you if you'll just follow
your cunt. Greg is holding your cunt string and trying to pull you along.
You like him holding your cunt string, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Mark has your heart string, but he wants to use it to bind
you up while he follows his dick. He'll come home smelling of beer and
pussy, and they'll both be stale. He'll never change. He'll keep you barefoot
and pregnant, washing his BVDs and cooking his meals. If you ever get the
two mixed up, he'll beat your ass."

Faye tried not to laugh, but the laugh was in her throat. Bonnie
went on, "You'll be working your ass off while he spends the money
you earn on whores. If he thinks you're messing around, he'll beat the
crap out of you again, then go out, get drunk, and spend more money on
whores. Any woman who follows her heart while married to a type-'A' man,
gets bound up in the string. If you do that, you're a dumb cunt. I said
it before; you're not dumb."

A weak smile formed as Faye said, "But I am a cunt?"

"Yes, you are. I know a cunt when I shave one."

Faye laughed a weak laugh but said, "Or lick one."

Bonnie stroked the hair from Faye's face, saying, "That was
nice, wasn't it?"

Faye looked into Bonnie's smiling eyes and said, "I can't get
over that. Even with all this shit going on, I still think about it. I'd
cry some and masturbate some. I kept seeing your face between my legs,
licking the slut slime from my cunt hole. I get chills just thinking about
it, or from saying those vulgar words out loud. I like hearing them, even
if I'm the one saying them to an imaginary Bonnie."

"I'm not trying to influence your decision, but I can do it
much better than we did in the office. That was not my favorite position,
you know."

"What's your favorite position?"

"I like the bitch to sit on my face so all the slut slime drains
into my mouth."

"Oh, god, Bonnie! You're making me horny. Is that the way you
want me to be from now on, squatting over your face?"

"Yes, holding a mirror so you can see everything, so you can
watch your slut slime slide down my tongue and into my mouth."

"Oh god yes! I'd love it that way."

"Would you like a sample before you make your decision?"

"Yes. I'll go get my hand mirror. I've been squatting over my
hand mirror about every ten minutes since Mark left, crying and looking
at my beautiful pussy, my cunt, and loving my cunt guts."

"What a flip flop."

"No shit. I still can't believe what a difference the shave
made. I used to see my mother naked quite often when I was little. She
has a neat little pussy,...no, a vagina. I never saw between her legs,
I just saw this neat little crack with a light downy patch of fine hair
that got darker over the crack. That became my ideal for the vagina. When
mine turned into a hideous, gut-belching, raggedy crack, I was mortified."

"Gut-belching! You're a pip, Faye."

"What made it worse was when I saw Charlene developing a vagina
like Mom's--a neat little crack with fuzzy little hairs. I felt like a
freak. I hated the hair, but at least it hid my cunt guts."

"Women with flat featureless slits between their legs envy women
like us, are you aware of that?"

"No, but I can see why, now. I now see why my kid sister, Charlene,
was so fascinated with mine. I always thought she was a sicko; but then
again, I've thought that for years. She's the only person I never felt
uncomfortable about seeing my cunt guts. I still wouldn't give her a spread
beaver; I just wouldn't guard my modesty around her. If she saw, she saw.
I'll get my hand mirror and be right back." 

Bonnie stopped Faye by grabbing her wrist. She said, "There's
one condition. After your sample, you must make an irrevocable decision.
Whatever you decide, I'll make you stick to it. Furthermore, if you decide
to follow your cunt, I'll call the police and you'll be coming home with
me until this matter is resolved. I'll decide whether or not we press charges,
but he'll spend twenty-four hours behind bars regardless. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Now, if you decide to follow your heart, I'll see that no one
ever touches you again, except Mark. He can do whatever he wants with you.
For as long as you work for Clayton Winters, it'll be Mark and only Mark.
There will be no more Greg or Max. I will never touch you again either.
Do you still want a sample on those conditions?"

"I have to decide right after?"

"Right after. All I want to hear are one of two words: cunt
or heart. I'm keeping it very simple, just in case you really are a dumb
cunt."

"Can I go get the mirror, now?"

Bonnie smiled and released her. When Faye dashed off, Bonnie whipped
off her dress and was naked, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide
on the doorway, masturbating when Faye flounced back into the room. Seeing
Bonnie naked, stopped Faye dead in her tracks. She said, "Wow! I wasn't
expecting this."

"You seem to like what you see."

"I sure do. You have a great body." 

"I stay in shape, but I'm cheating. My tits look good when I
lie on my back, and my pussy is my best feature. My tits sag when I stand.
Don't be shy. Come get a better look at my pussy. I'll bet you've never
seen one up close, have you?"

Faye advanced and crawled onto the bed between Bonnie's wide-spread
legs. She looked mesmerized by her friend's wide, naked beaver. She stared
while answering the question, saying, "I've seen my sister's up close,
but I never saw a mature one other than mine."

"Feel my cunt lips. Go on, it won't bite you."

Faye smiled sheepishly, then ran a tentative finger along one lip.
Her eyes opened wide as she said, "There's no stubble." Her hand
flattened and covered the entire area, saying, "Your pussy is perfectly
soft and smooth all over. How did you do that?"

"Electrolysis. It's permanent hair removal. I had my pits and
legs done too."

"Wow! Some day, when I can afford it, I want that done. I love
my pussy this way. I love your pussy, and your legs are so silky smooth."

"Follow your cunt, and I'll have my daughter do you for free."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, I have a nineteen-year-old daughter living at home with
her boyfriend. For her sixteenth birthday, I bought her the equipment,
sent her to school, and set her up in business."

"You have a daughter the same age as me?"

"I started early. I have a son two years older than Cindy. He's
still at home, too, the lazy fuck. By the way, if you follow your cunt,
you'll have to sleep naked in the same bed with Luke, and he's a handsome
fucker with a big dick, hornier than a three-peckered billy goat."

Bonnie lost all inhibitions about touching Bonnie's pussy. Her hand
was all over that wide beaver as Bonnie brought both hands up to link fingers
behind her head. She made her legs go out in the splits as Faye said, "You'd
make me sleep with your son?"

"Yes, but don't worry. I trained him myself. He's your classic
type-'A', but fully trained. I'll tell him he can't do anything but lay
there. You can torture him all night long or fuck his brains out. He won't
do a thing."

Faye's fingers entered the hole as she said, "I can do anything?"


"Sure. Personally, I like to torture him all night, then give
him pussy in the morning."

"You fuck your own son?"

"Both of them from the time they had dicks worth fucking. I
fuck my daughter, too, and her boyfriend, sometimes together. Would you
like to see a mommy fuck her kids?"

"Yes. I'd love to watch."

"Follow your cunt."

"I think I'll have to, now."

"I thought you might like something else to look at besides
a pussy being devoured. I plan to masturbate. Have you ever watched another
woman masturbate?"

"No, never, just my kid sister. I've always wanted to, though."

"This is your lucky day."

Bonnie squeezed down on Faye's two middle fingers. Faye's face lit
up with astonishment as she cried, "Wow! How'd you do that?"

Bonnie laughed and said, "I've got a squeeze box. Get your hand
wet, purse your fingers together, and shove it inside."

"Are you sure? Won't that hurt?"

"Just do it."

Faye followed the instructions and her left hand slid inside the
warm, wet cavity with little difficulty. Bonnie said, "Now make a
fist and push in all the way."

"God, this is so weird." Faye made a fist and pushed until
she was in two inches past her wrist. When she reached the end, the cavity
squeezed in on all sides like a giant sucking mouth. She exclaimed, "Fuck!
I can't believe this."

"Try to pull your hand out while keeping a fist. Pull as hard
as you can."

Faye pulled, then pulled hard, then pulled as hard as she could before
giving up, saying, "This is un-fucking real. How is this possible?"

"Now take your hand out and just put your pinky in."

The hand slid easily out, and Faye put her pinky finger just inside
the hole. The pussy squeezed down on it like a baby virgin, making Faye
plead, "Please tell me this isn't genetic."

"This is what men call a squeeze box, but most men have only
heard tales. It's all done by exercising the muscles surrounding the vaginal
cavity, especially the vaginal ring at the entrance. If a man has a dick
longer than six inches, or has a big head, he can't pull out unless I let
him out. When a man finds a squeeze box, he wants to marry it."

"Can you teach me the exercises?"

"Sure, but I'd only teach a fellow cunt, and it will take several
years before you can do what I can do. Cindy surpassed me. I can stick
a dildoe up her cunt and lift her off the ground, hanging up-side-down
holding onto the dildoe with her cunt. She can make a grown man cry."

"Good lord. You must teach me. How long would it take before
a man could tell I was squeezing?"

"Lesson one will show you how to contract the muscles at will.
He'll know right away. After a few days of practice, you'll be able to
hold a fair size candle in you while standing with your feet apart. It's
not that hard. The rest is all muscle development, exercise."

"I'm in pretty good shape. I do a lot of sit-ups to keep my
tummy flat."

"That's very important. You not only have to stay fit, but you
can't let any fat or flab develop in your lower abdomen. There's women
who think they have a squeeze box because they can squeeze the vaginal
ring, and there's men who think they've experienced a squeeze box having
fucked a woman who can do that. A true squeeze box is very rare. A true
squeeze box squeezes in from all sides and can milk a cock to orgasm without
the woman moving her pelvis. I can sit on a man's dick and suck his balls
dry in less than a minute. I can smoke a cigarette with my cunt. Cindy
can blow smoke rings. Put your fuck finger in and watch my cunt suck it."

Faye inserted her finger and watched Bonnie's vagina pucker and retract
while keeping up a suction. The sensation was the same as putting a finger
in her mouth and sucking, only this mouth was all tongue with no teeth.
Her face reflected her awe. Bonnie said, "Men tell me it's like a
large sucking parasite has them by the cock and is feeding on sperm."

"I would imagine they like those kind of parasites. I wish I
had a dick." 

Bonnie stopped and Faye withdrew her finger. Bonnie said, "I'm
surprised more women haven't caught on, but I know why they don't talk
about it. Having a true squeeze box is a powerful edge, and you know what
competitive bitches we all are. Mothers don't even tell their daughters.
There are times that I wish I'd never told Cindy."

"Why would you tell me? We hardly know each other."

"When I saw your cunt today, I was struck by the possibility
of creating the ultimate pussy. You could be a man eater of unparalleled
ability. You'd have it all, and in a dynamite package. Together, we'd be
hell on four feet. If we teamed up, we could rule the world; or better
yet, rule those who did."

"You should be in marketing. You know how to sell. I'm ready
for my sample, but I think I know what my decision will be."

"Just straddle my head and squat facing my feet. Give me a little
room to operate."

Faye eagerly got in position, holding onto Bonnie's pliant boobs
to steady herself. The first lick made her swoon. She quickly got the mirror
in place and saw the tongue at work on her fevered slit. Faye could not
hold still and began rocking over the tongue snaking through all the niches
and folds of her excited pussy. She said, "Oh, Bonnie, I love it this
way. I feel so nasty. Is my cunt nice a juicy?"

"You're sopping wet, bitch. My daughter's cunt gets like this,
but only after she's been fucked."

This made Faye's pussy move faster as she cried out, "You eat
the fuck out of your daughter's cunt?"

"All the time, ever since she was ten."

"Who got to fuck her at ten, her daddy?"

"He was long gone by then. No, I was seeing this man who confessed
to molesting little girls. He was a good molester, the feel 'em, fuck 'em,
and let 'em go away smiling type."

"Of course, a good child molester."

"Right. I told him about my cute little ten-year-old. I told
him I wanted to watch him molest her. She was ripe for molesting, still
virgin. I knew the little slut would love every minute. I hid and watched
a pro operate. He took all three of her cherries and knocked the little
bitch up besides. I let her carry the bastard to term. We gave that one
up, but I have some great pictures of an eleven-year-old girl, nine months
pregnant, fucking one dog while sucking another one."

"You are so nasty. I wish I'd had a mom like you when I was
ten. I was always horny back then. Your daughter, she did love it, didn't
she? She even loved doing it with dogs, didn't she?"

"Absolutely. She's been a fuck nut ever since. Stop talking
and watch. Your sample is almost over."

Faye watched with a thousand questions buzzing in her fevered mind.
She watched Bonnie masturbate in brief glances. Mostly, she watched her
pussy pour down it's vaginal lubricants, and she watched Bonnie devour
them, licking pearly drops from hanging cunt guts. Her orgasm built rapidly,
and she knew, when it came, it would blow the top of her head off. She
cried out, "Oh yes! Eat my cunt, bitch! Suck my juicy pussy, you cunt-sucking
whore!"

Bonnie waited till the last possible moment, then heaved Faye off.
Faye fell to her back almost going over the edge of the bed. Bonnie caught
her and then straddled her chest. She pinned Faye's arms and said, "Sample's
over, Faye. Calm down. Take deep breaths."

"Bonnie, finish me, please! I was so close."

"Sorry. A sample is a sample. If I finished you, that wouldn't
be a sample, now would it?"

Faye made an agonized face and groan to match, then looked Bonnie
in the eyes saying, "You tricked me, didn't you?"

"Yes. I want you to follow your cunt and come home with me so
we can do this on a big bed with a mirrored canopy and lots of dildoes
to fuck each other with. Afterward, we can browse my family albums and
video library."

"You knew I couldn't resist if you left me hanging."

"Yes, I tricked you, but I'm still going to hold you to your
decision whether you like it or not. We made a fair deal; you gave me your
word. If you try to back out, I'll tattoo the word 'whore' on your forehead."

"I know you'll do it, too; I'll keep my word."

"Well, give me your decision in one word."

"Cunt! What else could I say but cunt? I feel like I'm all cunt.
Take me home with you and do anything you want with me. I'm just a cunt,
your cunt. Give me a squeeze box and teach me how to train Mark. I'll do
exactly what you tell me to do. You have my word on that, too. I want to
pussy whip the shit out of that type-'A' asshole."

"Now you're talking like a true cunt. First, we're going shopping."
Bonnie climbed off and said, "Put something on and grab an overnight
bag. Take the rest of your clothes and personal effects and load them in
my trunk. I'm only going to have Mark locked up for twenty-four hours,
but I want him thinking you packed up and moved out. We need to get to
work on that fucker right away."

Faye struggled up and said, "I'm glad we're not pressing charges.
I'd like to keep him around as long as possible once we get him good and
whipped."

"Like I said, he could be good for eight, maybe ten years, but
I'm sure you'll tire of him much sooner. It'll be lots of fun for the next
year or two, though. You'll see."

"I believe everything you say, now, Bonnie. After getting beat
up, I think I'd rather live the way you do. My motto's going to be, 'Nobody
shits on me.'"

"And don't ever forget that motto. It's more a creed. Now, get
busy before that drunk mother fucker comes home and kills us both. By the
way, what are his favorite watering holes?"

"He only has one: the sports bar on fifth avenue."

"Chuck's Bar and Grill?"

"Yeah, that's it. That's where he is right now. I'm almost positive."

"Go load the car while I make the call. Wait a sec. I've got
a better idea. Let's swing by the station and talk to the arresting officers.
Let them see you and fall in love. They'll make a much better arrest after
meeting you."

"What do you mean by a much better arrest?"

"I mean, they'll put Mark through the treatment. I'll explain
to them what I want. I want you to walk into Chuck's with the officers,
point out Mark, then say, 'He's the bastard who beat me up. Arrest that
scum bag.'"

"Mark would shit. All of his buddies hang out there."

"Precisely. His buddies will see him whimpering like a baby,
right after he got through bragging about putting the bitch in her place.
With any luck, he'll have a bimbo on his lap when you walk in."

"I wouldn't be surprised."

"Just in case he comes back, take all your clothes and toss
them in my trunk. He'll shit when he sees that. Most of your things are
going to Goodwill or the Salvation Army anyway. Put all of your bras, panties,
and panty hose in the trash. You'll never wear any of those things again.
I think he'll get that message, too."

"I doubt he'll come back before he gets picked up. This is probably
a waste of time."

"No, he'll be coming home after they release him. He'll feel
like shit, and then he'll see you've left. The first place he'll look to
track you down is at the plant, but he can't get in without proper clearance.
You'll see him in the lobby, on your turf, and you'll be looking fine.
You'll be standing between Max and Greg with your arms folded while you
lay down the law to your miserable, wife-battering spouse. I can see Greg
and Max feeling your naked ass under your micro mini the whole time with
a crowd of people behind you checking out the naked pussy the big cats
are giving them enticing peeks of."

"That would devastate Mark, especially if I stood with my feet
planted wide and let them do anything they want, and if I acted like I
didn't care who was looking at my naked pussy, Mark would shit."

"That's the attitude exactly, but you shouldn't need to act."

"The way I feel about my pussy right now, I won't be. I feel
like showing it off."

They both got busy loading the car and were soon on their way to
the police station. Bonnie looked over to Faye and said, "How would
you like to show your pussy to the officers?"

"I couldn't do that, could I?"

"When those men see you, that private room where they take the
victim's statement will be standing room only. I've had some great scenes
in those situations. Cops are horny fuckers, and pictures of sexual abuse
require photos. I didn't notice any, but did he put any other marks on
you other than on your face? I just need the slightest reason to get you
naked."

"I don't know, but he did kick me between the legs as he left.
It wasn't hard, but there might be something there."

"That's perfect. Just the fact that he kicked you there will
require a thorough inspection."

"And, there's a slight scratch where my bra clasp scraped on
my left tittie. Look. I think I did that when I tried to roll away from
him, right before he kicked me."

"Oh yes, that's good. You'll have to disrobe completely. You
let me do all the talking. You're too distraught. They'll be more than
happy to let me serve as the matron overseeing that everything is done
above-board and proper. Only, it won't be."

"What are you trying to do, set up a gang bang in the police
station?"

"No. They won't get overtly sexual with you, at least, I don't
think they will. You never know, though. All cops are strong type-A's'.
I fucked the two guys that arrested my second husband. I fucked them while
he sat cuffed in the squad car."

"Did he watch?"

"We were in the house. He waited. That's worse. I came to the
door with them an hour later, buck naked with sperm covering the insides
of both legs, just to make sure he didn't think we were discussing issues
of law and order."

"You really put your husbands through the wringer, didn't you?"

"I sure did, but I'm much better at it now. Mark is in for a
very rough ride; but then again, he's a very rough type-'A', a lion. They
only make it hard on themselves. The rougher they are, the more fun the
job is."

"Are there different classes of type-A males?"

"Lions, tigers, and bears."

"Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my."

"That's right, Dorothy. The lion is the worst for most women,
but the best for me. They are the wife beaters that can't hold a job and
fuck everything in sight. They're also the real he-man types, macho men,
king of the jungle. I love to whip lions. I'm a lion tamer. Mark is a classic
lion, and I want his cute ass."

"What's a tiger?"

"Tigers don't hit, and they're generally good providers. Tigers
look and dress classy and are usually white collar types."

"And bears. What are they like?"

"Bears work hard six months out of the year then lounge around
the house in front of a TV watching sports or fishing shows. They're horny
fuckers, but they don't like chasing pussy. Most bears are fat huggie bear
types--loveable, likeable, papa bears. They try to fuck everything that
comes inside their cave; at least, everything that squats to pee. Rarely
will a bear let a daughter or baby sitter keep her cherry."

Faye laughed loud then said, "You just described my dad to a
tee. He even looks like a bear. I got my rug from him. I'm one of the few
creatures that squatted to pee to make it out of the cave. So lions are
easiest to tame, huh?"

"Easy for me, because I like a challenge, and I've gotten good
at it. Bears are the easiest. Lions are more fun, though. Before the week
is out, I can have Mark licking Greg's dick while it's fucking you, while
he's getting butt-fucked by Max."

Faye came alive as she jumped to turn in her seat, saying, "You
could actually do that?"

"I'd stake my reputation on it. You like that idea, huh?"

"I love it. How could you do that?"

"Simple. Change the way you have sex with him. You need to give
him the best sex he ever had, but only on your terms."

"Like what?"

"Separate sex and love. You never make love to Mark. You fuck,
or you love, but keep the two totally separated. When you kiss and love
one another, that's all you do. You need to give him plenty of love and
affection to keep him in-love. Mark is still in-love with you, and he won't
fall out of love easily if he still believes you love him. Except where
sex and money are concerned, be the woman he fell in love with, only more
so. When you fuck, there's no kissing or holding. Another thing, you fuck
him, he never fucks you."

"I don't get it."

"Type-A's' like to sexually dominate their woman. They get over
you and pound your cunt, or they get behind you and fuck you like a dog.
Either way, you're getting fucked. For them, it's a power trip."

"That is the way he screws me. It's always rough and fast."

"That's classic lion behavior, and I'll bet there's no foreplay,
either."

"No. He hates the messy part. He won't get his hands in the
slime."

"From now on, there will be at least one hour of foreplay while
you languish under his hands and mouth. Sometimes he'll get pussy afterward,
and sometimes not. He must never know. When you decide, you fuck yourself
on his dick. You disregard the rest of him and treat his dick like a dildoe
with a man attached to it."

"I like that."

"It's actually the only way to fuck, and guys like it that way
once they get used to it. They just lie on their back and watch the bitch
workout. Another way is to have him get on his knees and hold steady. If
he moves, sex is over. You take out your big rubber dick and finish yourself
while he jacks off and watches."

"I don't have one."

"We're going shopping. You need a big, black, life-like cock
with balls that you keep out in the open on the night stand on his side
of the bed. Give it an Afro name. I call mine Rufus. White lions are all
terribly prejudiced, against black men, especially. They know black men
have the biggest dicks."

"That's Mark. He once told me if I ever looked at a nigger--his
words, not mine--he'd never speak to me again. He said If I ever fucked
a nigger, he'd never touch me again."

"That was an idle threat. All my white lions learn to suck and
fuck my black studs. You just have to condition them first. When I know
he's good and horny, and we're in bed, I'll say, 'Sweetheart, be a dear
and hand Rufus to me. I'm feeling horny for something big and black.'"

"And they do it?"

"If they ever want any of my squeeze-box pussy again they do.
Remember, cut off his money supply right away, and he'll be out of regular
pussy real fast."

"That would be easy with Mark. He gets every dime from me. He
raids my purse at will. Can you tell me the secret, now?"

Bonnie told her the secret and demonstrated how to contract each
muscle group, how to alternate them to create suction, and how to do all
at once for the squeeze box effect. 

[Author's note: I'd detail this lesson, but I don't know the secret.
I did meet one true squeeze box in Thailand back in the sixties. They are
real. She could smoke cigarettes, blow smoke rings, and drink a beer from
a long-necked beer bottle with her cunt. She also wouldn't let me out until
I paid her--the bitch! No bullshit! She was an expensive little shit, too.
A hundred bucks for Thai pussy back in '69--can you imagine? The real pisser
was the long line you had to stand in, but it did move fast. Still, a hundred
big ones for a one minute fuck and she was ugly besides, but I digress.
The story picks up five miles later.]

"Wow, this is great, Bonnie. I can do it, the suction too. I'm
going to practice while we talk. Man, this is so neat. I can't wait to
try it on a real dick."

"I think I've created a monster--a cuntabeast."

"Yeah, a man eating cuntabeast."

"Pay attention, cuntabeast."

"I'm listening."

"Open your own bank account, and never keep cash. Pay all the
bills, and make him ask for what he needs. Get receipts for everything,
and give him no extra. When he behaves extra well, fuck him till he can't
walk, then give him twenty bucks to go out and get drunk with the boys.
He'll piss it all away on one binge and be too fucked out to chase pussy."

"Mark would be fucked if I did that. He always blows whatever
he has."

"Typical type-'A'. Okay, here we are. Are you ready? Let's see
your sad face. Wonderful. You do make good faces."

"I love theater. I'm a great actress if I do say so myself.
I can even cry on demand."

"Good, do some crying in there while I explain what happened.
Hey, I just had a great idea. I could be your mother."

"But we don't look anything alike."

"So, I could be your step-mother or adoptive parent. I'm old
enough. I won't even have to lie. They'll just assume, and if you call
me, Mom, and I call you sweetheart or dear, there won't be any questions.
You're a legal adult, so they won't need my signature or ID for anything.
Just in case, I'll leave my purse in the car. What's your mother's name
and where does she live?"

"Gwen, and she lives twenty miles south of here in Rosemont."

"Great, if Mark hears that your mother came with you. He'll
assume it was Gwen. I won't go along on the arrest. After they cart him
off, I'll swing in and pick you up. Better yet, we go into Chuck's and
pick up Mark's buddies, every damn one. We take them back to the duplex,
and fuck their brains out on Mark's marital bed. He'll return to a vacated
home with his sheets sticky with buddy fuck."

"He has a lot of friends, you know."

"The more, the merrier. We're going to have a contest to see
who can leave the boldest message on Mark's bed sheet; that is, if they
can find a dry spot to write on."

"Oh my god! What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets a weekend with Mark's wife in the Marriot,
all expenses paid. My treat."

"Wow, I've never been a prize before. I hope Jay wins. Jay is
Mark's best friend, and he's a doll. I don't know what type he is, but
he's not a type-A."

"Let me see. Mark would hang out with a shy type-C. The typical
type-C is BJ Honeycut from MASH."

"Yep, that's Jay. Are type-C's' good?"

"For traditional marriages, they're perfect. For women like
us, they're an absolute bore. They only make love, and when they find out
you cheated on them, they'll want to see a marriage counselor with you."

"He'd be nice for a weekend, though. I know he wants to make
love to me."

"Knock yourself out. Whatever he writes, I'll declare him the
winner."

"He'll probably write, 'I'm sorry, Mark, but I couldn't resist."

"I don't care if he writes, 'Heavenly father, please forgive
me.'"

Faye laughed, then said, "I love you, Mom."

Bonnie smiled, brushed hair from Faye's eyes and said, "Those
words really touched me, though I know you were just being cute. I've been
afraid to say this to you for fear of driving you deeper into your shell,
but I love you, Faye."

Faye fell into Bonnie's loving embrace and softly said, "I wasn't
being cute. I do love you. The mom part was being cute. I don't love you
the way I love my mom."

They kissed as lovers kiss. When their lips gently parted, Bonnie
said, "I don't want us to become like lesbian lovers, but I want these
feelings out in the open between us."

"That's how I feel too. I might be bisexual. No, I'm very bisexual.
I'm dying to eat your pussy, but I see myself with a man, maybe a man like
Greg."

"Interesting, the classic type-B."

"What's a classic type-B?"

"Hawkeye Pierce. Fun-loving, a rascal, but fair. Hawkeye is
a swinger looking for a swinging partner to dance through life with and
dine on sensuous pleasures together. Type-B's' have soul mates, and they
are forever looking for them." Bonnie suddenly became pensive; then,
as if a light went on over her head, she said, "Yes, I see it clear
as day, now. He's your soul mate, Faye."

Faye's face appeared lit by the light as she excitedly said, "Do
you really think so, because I believe in soul mates, too?"

"I know so. What's the first law?"

"Bonnie is always right."

"Very good. I now pronounce you soul mates."

"Oh god, Bonnie. It's true; I just know it's true. I felt it
deep down inside from the moment he touched me this afternoon. I would
do anything for him, and he knew it, too. I can't wait to go to him and
throw myself at his feet."

"Hold on there, Pocohontas. Madam Bonnie is getting a clearer
picture. Greg seems to know he found you. That's the only explanation for
what he did today that makes any sense. If he wanted you prostrate at his
feet, he could have had that this afternoon."

"He could have, and he knew it. So what's clear?"

"Well, it looks like he wants to play a game with you before
he claims you all to himself."

"I got that impression. So what do I do?"

"It's like slow dancing, Faye. Get close, and try to feel where
he's leading so he's not dragging you across the dance floor or doesn't
feel like you're leading him. Call it the mating dance of the soul mates.
It's the rarest dance of all, and the most sensual when performed right."

"That sounds marvelous, so romantic on a spiritual plane. I'm
doing great so far, don't you think?"

"Superb, but you're leading a bit. That's my doing. There's
three of us in this dance. I was about to tap him on the shoulder and take
over. I can see, now, that I need to step out."

"What do you mean, step out?"

"We should go back to being friends and co-workers. We shouldn't
carry on a sexual relationship outside the plant."

"But you told me the secret. What about your plans for me?"

"True. I'll tell you what. Give me your solemn word that you
will never share this with a living soul for the rest of your life, and
we'll just call it a gift. I could never come between soul mates. That
goes against my principles."

"Oh, Bonnie. I do love you so much. I swear to you, as god is
my witness, I will never breathe a word, not even to my soul mate."

"He'll know where you learned it, but don't let him know you
have a squeeze box until the time is right. Even then, don't tell him the
technique or you might find yourself living in a harem of girls with squeeze
boxes. If that happens, I'll be very pissed."

"I swore. You needn't worry. So, what now?"

"For now, you should go home to your folks. You should still
have Mark put in the slammer, but having me help you pussy whip him may
not be where Greg was headed. If you see that it is, come to me for advice,
friend to friend, just as you would have anyway. Do you see what I mean?"

"Yes, I think so. He's trying to bring me out sexually, but
so are you. I'm moving along way faster than I should. Is that what you
mean?"

"Exactly. If he wanted my help, he would have asked."

"I've grown by leaps and bounds in one afternoon. I suppose
when I see him tomorrow, I shouldn't be too different from when he saw
me last. I wish, now, that I hadn't let you shave my pussy. I wouldn't
have done that so soon had it not been for you pushing."

"You can always say I forced it on you. That would be just like
me. I've done that to several stuck-up bitches, and I had one young girl
tattooed because she called me a bitch."

"You had a girl tattooed! What tattoo did you have put on her?"

"Why, 'Bitch' of course, right across her fucking chest in three-
inch block letters."

"Oh my god. I'll never call you a bitch."

"You already did in the throes of passion. That's permissible.
Just smile when you call me filthy names, and don't ever shit on me."

"Got it. So, what do I tell Greg tomorrow?"

"I got the same word everyone else got. Basically, that was
to bring you into the fold and cut the cold shoulder routine. I was also
told that if anyone molests you, they'd answer to Greg."

"Oh, that is so sweet of him. No wonder no one grabbed my ass
today."

"Trust me, nobody will molest you. Even at sixty-two, Greg is
not a man anybody would want to tangle with. And you don't tangle with
Greg without Max at his side. The two are an awesome combination. The Japanese
found that to be true."

"Then I can't tell them that you molested me."

"Yes you can. They know me. If someone tells me I can't do something,
I have to do it to show them they can't tell me what I can't do. They understand.
They won't kick my ass. I might get my ass chewed, but I'll offer them
each a fuck and a blow job, and we'll be square again. We're basically
very good friends. Me, Max, and Greg used to be like the three musketeers,
or some would say, the three stooges."

"I can see that. What happened?"

"I don't know. For one thing, I got married again. A new type-A
lion needs my full-time attention. We just drifted apart. We could easily
fall back into the same routine of hanging out together, seeing who could
piss the farthest or fart the loudest."

Faye laughed, then said, "Oh, I wish you would get back together.
I would love to be in the middle of the three of you."

"Yeah, having you between us would make things more interesting.
Let me think about that. I want you in my life. I know that much. I definitely
want you in my sex life. I'll lobby for that when Greg chews my ass out."

"Lobby hard, because I want you in my life, too, my sex life
especially."

"By the way, I saw Max before I left the plant. I told him about
how the Winters thing went. He was tickled shitless. I told him about the
shave and how you went bonkers when I ate you out. The way I told it didn't
sound like molestation, but you can tell your version that I'll later corroborate
when I'm confronted."

"What's my version?"

"Well, lets see, the story I told Max picked up where I had
you laid out naked on the desk. From there on, you appear to be a passive
recipient. I did everything to you. Remember when I pushed you against
the wall and had you by the tits?"

"Hell yes, I remember. You scared me half to death."

"Suppose I'd said, 'You do exactly as I tell you, or so help
me god, I'll have the word 'whore' tattooed across your chest in block
letters four-inches tall."

"Why four instead of three?"

"You have bigger tits."

"Great, I knew they'd be good for something. That would have
made me do exactly what you said. I'm serious."

"I know, and they know I can make a bitch like you piss her
panties. There's your story. I never mentioned the fuck puddle. I meant
to, but got side-tracked. No one saw cum running down your legs, so don't
mention it. When you have to lie, make it simple and as close to the truth
as possible. And never offer information you don't need to divulge. Remember,
you're being sexually harassed against your will. Give name, rank, and
serial number, period."

"Good advice, now what do we do? Is this where we part company?"

"You need a ride to Mommy's house, and I've got all your shit
in my trunk. I guess I'll wait. If I go in with you, I'll wind up taking
over. I'll go buy a magazine and wait out here until you come out. Let
me give you some advice. I've been through this drill a few times. Greg
would love to hear a juicy story about your ordeal at the police station.
Don't make up a story. He'll see through it. When you go in there, go in
pissed. Demand they arrest Mark, and tell them you want the injuries documented
because you may press charges. You haven't decided."

"Should I go along on the arrest?"

"Would you if I hadn't pushed that idea?"

"No. I wouldn't want to see him."

"Then you tell them that. Be sure you tell them he kicked you
between your legs and scratched your breast. When they hear that, their
wheels will start turning. They have to provide a female cop to do a photo
record for evidence, but you can waive that. Tell them you're in a hurry;
a friend is waiting; you're not bashful. You get the idea. They don't want
to bring in a female officer unless she's one of the guys. Try to show
them your breast right at the front desk, and they'll know you're not bashful.
Just set the stage and be ready to roll with the punches."

"What will that do?"

"You'll have set yourself up for some major police impropriety,
and that's what Greg wants to hear. He doesn't want to hear how you seduced
five cops in a police station. He wants to hear how five cops took advantage
of your situation, beauty, and vulnerability. They will, too. When horny
cops get a victim like you on their turf with no unfriendly witnesses,
your word against theirs, they have a field day. They show no mercy. Young
rape victims get stripped, grilled, poked, prodded, and photographed until
everyone in the department gets their jollies."

"That can't be true, is it?"

"I've heard it from rape victims and from cops I've dated. It's
true, and it's common. That's really the second rape girls talk about,
only they can't talk about it. It gets lumped in with the whole system,
but that's their big ordeal. When they're spread out naked like a lab frog
with some pig in their face going, 'Is that when he stuck his big, black
cock in your mouth, sweetheart?'"

"The police wouldn't talk like that to a rape victim, would
they?"

"They would; they do; and they did to Cindy."

"Your daughter was raped?"

"Sort of. She was gang banged, but they didn't ask permission
first, so I thought it might be neat to send her through the system. She
couldn't remember anything about the guys. She knew them all, but that
was our story. We didn't want them caught, we just wanted to see what the
cops would do with her if I dropped her off naked in a blanket and made
an excuse to leave her alone in their care to go to work."

"What happened?"

"They gang banged her after they played with her all morning.
That line I quoted came straight from Cindy's story."

"Wow. Do you think I'll get gang banged?"

"I doubt it. Yours is a different case, but I expect they'll
have their fun before letting you go. If you're not out in thirty minutes,
I'll know they're having fun. Don't go showing off your baby squeeze box,
or you'll never get out of there. Besides, you're not that good at it,
yet. I'll wait two hours, then I'm coming in as the upset mom wanting to
see my daughter. That will end the fun whether you're ready or not."

"I'll be ready in an hour, I think. Give them two hours, though.
I can take anything for two hours. Well, here goes. Give me a moment to
get my pissed face on."

Bonnie watched Faye go into a meditative state for less than a minute,
then snap out of it with a jerk and throw open the door. She stormed into
the station and marched to the front desk. Bonnie smiled at her little
trooper. 

Two hours later, Bonnie was reaching for the car door handle when Faye came
out the station door. She walked to the car, got in, looked to Bonnie and
said, "Cindy wasn't lying. Those fuckers put me through the mill. I didn't
get fucked, but I sure feel raped. I have a good story for Greg, though.
Hey, they picked Mark up right away. Did you see them bring him in?"

Bonnie started the car and headed south. She said, "No, but they wouldn't
bring him through the front entrance anyway. Did you see him?"

"No, but they had him. I heard him pleading his innocence. Do you know who
he called with his one phone call? His Mommy."

"Figures. She can't bail him out. He's not under arrest; he's being
detained. So, on to Mom and Dad's. Would you like to stop and call first?"

"They're home. If not, I still have a key. They don't like Mark, not one
bit. When they find out I had him thrown in jail for hitting me, I'll be
welcomed with open arms. They practically disowned me for marrying him. They
could help a great deal, but they won't lend me a dime as long as I'm with
Mark."

"What have they got against Mark? He looks clean-cut and he's in pre-law."

"He screwed my kid sister, but they call it rape."

"What do you call it?"

"I call it sibling rivalry. The little slut was after him from my first
date, four years ago when she was just thirteen. She got her wish at
fifteen."

"I'm surprised they didn't bring him up on statutory rape charges."

"They wanted to, real bad, but thanks to my big mouth, Mark had something
bigger on my dad. Other than Mark, I have never told a living soul this, and
I wouldn't tell you but you shared your secret with me. Dad's been molesting
me since I was eight, and he screwed Charlene, my sister, three years before
Mark did."

"He never screwed you?"

"He tried, but I wouldn't let him."

"He's not much of a child molester if he takes no for an answer. He could
get kicked out of the guild."

"Molester's a bit strong. I used that term because I thought you'd like it.
With me, he employed strong persuasion and a little blackmail to get me to
cooperate. The term doesn't apply at all in my sister's case. She molested
me; Dad took advantage of me; and Mom looked the other way. It really wasn't
that bad, just nasty."

"Would you let him fuck you now?"

"I don't know. I've never really thought about it. My Dad is a big hairy ape
with a big dick. I don't care for men with hair on their back, and really
big dicks look like they'd hurt more than feel good. I don't know why I
thought that. I watched him screw my little sister enough. She's a petite
girl besides. Even at the age of eleven, she could take him to the balls,
and she never cried out in pain. Still, it looked painful to me."

"What do you think a big dick is?"

"I thought my Dad had the biggest one in the world. It's not that long,
maybe nine or ten inches, but it's as thick as my wrist and gets thicker
near the base. The base is as thick as my fist, maybe a bit smaller, but not
much."

"How big is the head?"

"Slightly larger than my wrist."

"That's a muscle cock."

"It is. He can stick it in Charlene and hold her suspended in air using only
his dick. She weighs about ninety pounds now, and I'll bet he can still do
it. The last time I saw them fuck, she weighed about seventy-five or eighty.
That was a year ago when I started college. Oh, and he has huge hairy balls.
He cums a river. I thought all men did, but Mark showed me they didn't."

"You've got a good bear, there, Faye. He has the perfect cock to practice
on."

"I was thinking the same thing. Did you ever screw your dad?"

"Whose kid do you think Luke is?"

"Wow. Was it rape?"

"No, it was intentional. He thought I'd look cute pregnant at fourteen, so
he knocked me up while Mom held my legs apart for him."

"Shit, you had it rough."

"Rough? Do I look like the kind of girl that wouldn't get off on that. I
loved it. I had great parents, two card-carrying child molesters, one of
each sex, and me an only child. I got all the attention. The bitch that
first sat on my face was my mother, and I was six at the time."

"I can't even imagine that. I can't imagine my mother fucking. She's the
atypical dumb cunt married to a type-A bear. She's a real sweet woman, and a
great mom, but by your definition, she's a dumb cunt. At least, he's no
asshole. I do love my nasty, huggie-bear, type-A daddy."

"What do you suppose would happen if I tickled his palm with my fuck
finger?"

"Hmmm...I suppose, he'd offer you a tour of his work shop. Mom stays out of
his workshop when he's giving tours. I used to get the tour once a week, and
Charlene is still getting tours, but she has always had a season pass."

"I want you to come with me on the tour. I'd like to give him a tour of his
daughter's sexy mature body."

"You pervert."

"Smile when you say that."

Faye smiled and said, "You pervert."

"That's better. When was the last time he took a tour of you?"

"Let me see, that would be right after I turned seventeen, almost three
years ago when I got engaged to Mark. He's never seen between my legs. I
always kept my knees together. He liked to bind my wrists, then throw the
tail end of the rope over a rafter. He'd haul me to my tip toes and have a
field day, rubbing his cock all over me, poking it between my thighs,
jacking off on my body, mostly in my pubic hair."

"That's heavier than I thought."

"It would have been heavier, but I cut a deal. I said he could do anything
but have any kind of intercourse with me, and that I'd report him if he ever
tried to get my legs apart. That's what I feared more than anything, showing
my nasty gash. Until today, it's been a phobia with me. I've had so many
people look inside my cunt crack today, I feel like a demonstration model at
a gynecologist's convention."

"No shit. How many were cops?"

"Eight--six men and two women. I had my legs pushed so far back, I could
reach straight out to each side and touch my toes."

"And nobody fucked you?"

"No, but they all fingered me and ate me, starting with the bitches. I
wanted to stay, but I knew you'd be barging in and creating a scene."

"You slut."

"Smile when you say that."

Bonnie smiled and said, "You slut slime queen."

"You know it. I left a trail of slut slime all the way through the station.
I'm sitting in a puddle of the stuff right now just thinking about the
workshop. Take the next exit, then bear right onto Calabash. It's three
miles down."

"So, can I watch Daddy get some daughter pussy?"

"I suppose. What the hell. He was good to me. I had some great times
swinging from the rafters up-side-down with his dick in my face, or watching
him fuck my sister. They both like being watched, so whenever they got it
on, someone came and got me. They liked to fuck up-close and personal,
usually over my face so their fuck covered me. You would not have been the
first to fuck on me."

"Christ, you were into some heavy shit."

"I told him he could do anything, and he took me up on it. Believe me, they
did everything but fuck me, anything their two nasty minds could come up
with. They loved getting their fuck all over me, because they knew how much
I hated it, especially if any got in my mouth."

"Did you really hate it, or was that an act?"

"A little of both. In the beginning, I almost threw up. Charlene liked to
sit on my face after a fuck. Since it wasn't intercourse, I had to permit
it. As time went on, I got used to it, and toward the end, I looked forward
to it. I still put on a good show of revulsion, even on my last day."

"So, you've been fucked on before."

"Hundreds of times. Your threat sent tingles up my spine."

"You did seem to take that rather well."

"Charlene had a great way of getting a full load in my mouth in front of
Mom. She has always been very affectionate and kisses on the mouth. It was
not unusual for her to get on my lap and give me a big kiss, then say, 'I
just love my big sister to pieces.'"

"I know what's coming."

"Right. She'd go suck Dad off then give me a kiss. When she broke the kiss,
I'd have a mouth full of semen with Mom looking at me. Charlene would always
end her declaration of love with a question I had to respond to, such as,
'Do you love me, too?' I had no choice but to swallow."

"I like that kid's style. Don't tell me you didn't anticipate these gifts."

"The first few took me by complete surprise. After I swallowed and didn't
die, I decided it wasn't bad. I never made it easy for her, but I did know
when it was coming and made myself vulnerable to a sneak attack. I don't
think they ever suspected that I liked the things they did."

"Did your mom know what Charlene was doing?"

"Oh yes. Charlene always let some cum dribble down my chin so she would
know. I'd swallow while making a s