Almost eight years later, the lovely blond watched the two toughs walk past her, glancing her way, but keeping most of their interest on the chubby little waitress. The brunette might be missing something, Mitzi thought. The two crude men might be just as good with their cocks as Calvin had been.
The rough boy certainly was the turning point in the blond's life. After that afternoon in the sack while waiting for her clothing to dry, she had been a different kind of girl. Until she met Carl she had never missed an opportunity for a juicy fuck. Now that she was through with her two-timing husband, she was back at the same old game. Now, however, she was making it build her a future. She could mix pleasure and business beautifully together.
She sighed, remembering the boy and wondering idly what might have happened to him since that afternoon. He was probably married now, to some dowdy little cunt who divided her time between PTA and car-pooling. Poor Calvin! Maybe some day she'd run into him out here on the West Coast. She could teach him a few lessons now.
The blond rose reluctantly and walked to the cashier's stand. She glanced at her watch, shocked at the time. Hell, she had work to do tomorrow, important work. She had to be ready and bouncy for any executive who was interested in celebrating a signed contract.
The little waitress smiled in admiration at the beautiful blond who handed her a five. She would give anything to be as refined, as elegantly beautiful as this customer. Perhaps, the brunette thought, if she were as lovely as this blond lady then she wouldn't have problems with the likes of the two rough men. Men like that wouldn't dare make a pass at anyone like the blond. They'd know she was out of their class. She smiled as she handed Mitzi her change and watched the elegant flow of nylon as the young woman walked out into the night.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They grabbed her as she came around the van to get in her sports car. They grabbed her, pulled her roughly inside and slammed the door shut. Mitzi saw the blade of the knife gleam as the man brought it toward her tits.
"Quiet, baby!" he hissed. "You keep quiet or I'll cut off those beauties!"
He pressed the tip into her side, just enough for her to gasp from the sharp pain. Mitzi looked at him in terror, her eyes wide and staring, her mouth working soundlessly as she tried to find the voice to assure them of her submission.
"You going to be a good girl?" the heavier man asked her. "You going to behave yourself and not give us any trouble?"
She nodded soundlessly as he leered over her body. Her dress had come up around her waist. Her neckline had torn enough so that one tit hung exposed from the soft material. She saw him leer at her body and moisten his lips in anticipation. He nodded to his companion and motioned toward the driver's seat in the van.
"All right, Tom," he muttered, "Let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere and try out this fancy piece of pussy. She looked down her nose at us in there just now. I don't see her looking down her nose any more. Seems to me like she's gone awfully soft."
The motor roared to life. Mitzi felt her body sway as the skinny man backed out of the parking slot and turned the van out into the street. The heavy figure beside her kept the knife pressed against her, its point pricking her with every turn, every bump the driver made. She glanced around the van. The bed had been covered with deep pile carpeting. From the feel, Mitzi decided that they must have laid foam rubber down underneath. She bounced as the truck rumbled along the street. She heard the racing of the motor and felt the acceleration as they moved up onto the freeway. Mitzi leaned back against the padded wall of the van and felt the burly man's arm come about her waist. A mammoth hand cupped her tit and rolled the breast about in lustful play.
"Damn!" he muttered. "You got a hell of a pair of tits. I've never seen such beauties in my life. Hey, Tom! Just wait till you get your hands on these tits! They're every bit as good to feel as they are to look at."
Mitzi heard the deep chuckle of the driver. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine some way out of their clutches. She shook her head helplessly.
There was none. There was no escape for her. They were too big for her to handle alone. They had the knife and seemed perfectly willing to use it if they had to. She had no defense. The only thing she could do would be to submit to them and hope she could satisfy them enough that they might not hurt her any further.
It was a risk, but a risk she had to take. She couldn't take a chance on offending them. She didn't want Carl to have to fly back from Baltimore and identify her dead body. She had too much reason to live, too much reason to preserve her beauty. She couldn't even take a chance on their cutting her up. A long, ugly scar could be terribly costly to her. Hell, it would put her out of business.
"Look," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me. I'll do as you like. I'm not stupid enough to try to get away. You can put the knife away. I'll give you what you're after."
The big man began to laugh. He hugged her tightly, violently. His hand mashed her tit hard against her. His huge body shook with amusement.
"I believe you mean that," he answered. "I do believe it. Hey, Tom! She's afraid we might hurt her. She wants to make a deal. She'll give us a good fuck if we don't hurt her. You think that's a fair trade?"
"Try her out," the skinny man shouted back. "Try her pussy. Then you tell me if she's good enough not to have to be worked over just for fun."
"Sounds like the way to go," the heavier of the two agreed. He looked down at the frightened girl beside him. "You ready, sugar? You ready to show me you're good enough that we should treat you nice?"
Mitzi trembled, not sure how she ought to respond to him. She was afraid she had overdone her pleading. She had given them the idea that it might be fun to hear her plead and beg. They might mark her up out of the frenzy of lust she produced by being in their power so completely. She had to clear their minds of that. She had to make this less a rape and more of a willing fuck.
The blond twisted her body against the man's wide chest. She rolled her tits against him while her hand reached into his groin and found the bulging mass of cock his pants held so tightly. She fingered over the meat, tracing its shape inside the cloth. He pulled her blouse the remaining way off her shoulders, then caught her bra and was about to break it in his eagerness to get at her tits.
"Here," she told him. "Let me get it off for you."
She unhooked the nylon and slipped out of both the bra and the tattered remains of her blouse. She shimmied out of the skirt while he lunged his unshaven face over her tits, licking and sucking noisily. She got out of the skirt, then slipped her hose off and laid them carefully on top of the folded skirt. Mitzi almost laughed at herself as she realized the absurdity of it all. She was being raped, yet she was still being neat and careful with her clothes.
"Uhhhhmmmm!" the man moaned as he sucked lustily on a tit. "Ohhhhh! We hit the jackpot tonight! I never had such sweet tits in my mouth before!"
He cupped and caressed the throbbing flesh. Then he held a tit in one hand while the other reached down for her pussy. He reached inside the skimpy panties, his rough hands pulling at the dainty nylon, then moving roughly over her tender cunt. His thick finger reached inside and pressed on her clit until she was writhing on the soft floor of the van.
Mitzi reached for his cock again. This time it was even more swollen and throbbing. She tugged at the man's belt, released it, and unzipped his pants. She reached inside and pulled out the monster of a prick. She pumped the skin along the rigid shaft as it lunged threateningly toward her. Her touch was more than the overcharged brute could take. He wrestled her down onto the floor and yanked her panties loose. The cock came at her and powered into her cunt.