They each fucked her once more before letting her out. The last fucks were simple affairs. Both men had drained their emotions, had drained their lust in the three-way screw. They fucked her as though to prove to themselves that she was still submissive to their desires. Finally Tom cranked up the van and drove out of the orange grove. They didn't take her all the way back to Los Angeles. They stopped at a service station along the freeway, one that had been abandoned.
She stood, shivering in the morning air, helpless. She began walking slowly, hoping to find someone who would stake her to a phone call. She could call Lorraine to come for her.
It was unnecessary. A cab driver on his way to start the day passed and stopped for her. She was able to get a ride all the way home. She only had to run into the garage and borrow the fare from old Lewis. The security guard looked at her and realized most of what must have happened to the beautiful blond. He offered to call the police, but she turned him down.
She ran to the elevator and rode up in relief at being free. She had made it. She had taken an the two men without having to beg off. She had taken all they could offer and was still healthy. All she needed was a shower and a good nap and she'd be ready for the day's appointment.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mitzi looked at her body in the mirror as she finished her shower. She felt a hell of a lot better. Now all she needed was some steep. Damn, how she needed sleep. She recalled that she had been ready for bed when she first dropped by the restaurant far coffee. She had pulled in because she was too drowsy to drive the short distance home.
She still hadn't gotten to sleep.
The phone call from Carl did not help. She had walked in to a ringing phone. She picked it up, assuming that it was Lorraine. She would calm and reassure her partner. Carl's deep voice, however, greeted her over the line. He had been trying to reach her all night. He had made one final call before beginning his day. He wanted them to try again. He thought he could keep his cock under control if she would give him one more chance.
Mitzi listened to him, listened to all his arguments. She was caught in confusion. She'd like to have Carl around. She'd like to spend, her weekends cuddled up with him on the couch or stretched out with him in the bed. She also wanted to continue her job. She had committed herself to Lorraine. This company was now important to her. She did agree to let him visit her this weekend to talk things over. In the back of her mind she was forming a plan that might solve the problem. In the meantime, she needed a long, deep, refreshing sleep.
She didn't get it. At least she didn't get it just then. Her doorbell rang. She was convinced that this time it must be Lorraine. She opened the door, confident of seeing her partner's concerned face. Instead she faced Lewis. The old man held his cap in his hands. His eyes showed deep worry about her. He stood there, not sure of what to do. He shifted his feet and dropped his eyes to the floor. Mitzi realized that she had opened the door to him without taking the effort to toes a robe over her naked body. She had been that sure it was Lorraine outside. The blond laughed and reached for the old man's hand. She dragged him inside. Bless the old fellow's heart. He had come up to check on how she was doing. He was always trying to look out for her, always watching to see that no prowler lurked about when she went for her car.
She acted as though it were perfectly natural for her to receive callers in the nude. She took him to the couch and sat beside him, her legs tucked beneath her so that her pussy was dearly in his line of sight. She had been toying with the idea of giving the nice old fellow a piece of ass. She had actually started to look for him on the night Lorraine came back and interrupted her. Now was as good a time as any to give him his fuck. Hell, this was the best time. After the way the two hoodlums had used her, she needed the fucking of a man who thought she was something pretty special.
She assured him that she was all right. She pretended that she had fought off an attacker. She told him a complicated story about being with a man she had known for yearn, of his having had too much to drink and then beginning to tear at her clothing. There was nothing left for her to do, she announced with wide, innocent eyes, but to get out of his car and start walking home. Luckily she was able to catch a ride in the cab. She saw the old man look up at her, fighting the temptation to stare at her tits and cunt. He accepted her story. He accepted it because he wanted to, not because it made any sense. He smiled in relief and reached over to pat her hand.
Mitzi held his hand as he began to draw it back. She held it and stroked it along her thigh. She smiled at Lewis warmly as she watched his cock begin to struggle inside his pants. She held his hand against her skin while she reached her other hand over and fingered along his thigh. She gave him her most seductive smile, then decided she might as well come right out with her invitation. Every hint she threw out seemed only to embarrass him more.
"I probably shouldn't have fought him off," she told Lewis in a conspiratorial tone. "You know, my husband and I have split up. I really needed what he was trying to force on me. I just didn't want it from a grasping, drunk man. Now, if it had been you, I'd have been all excited. You're so gentle, so sweet. I bet you know how to treat a woman. I'll bet I'd feel like a real little princess if you would take me into the bedroom."
Lewis looked up at her. He could scarcely believe his ears. She must not mean what it sounded like she was saying. He smiled at her and patted her thigh sympathetically.
"You are a little princess," he assured her. "You are the loveliest young woman I've ever seen. It makes my life brighter, just seeing you as you drive in and out of the garage."
"Lewis," she interrupted before he could ramble on any further. "Lewis, I'm asking you to take me to the bedroom. You know that, don't you?"
"I th-thought you were," he stammered.
"Well!" she demanded. "Are you going to screw me or not?"
She saw him hesitate, then smile warmly again.
She had won. The blond hopped up and pulled him behind her through the living room and into her bedroom. She tossed the coven back as he began clumsily removing his uniform. She hopped on the bed and lay in her most suggestive pose, waiting happily for him to complete his undressing and step toward her.
"Mmmmm," she murmured as he lay beside her and began to kiss along her shoulders.
He kissed up beneath her chin. He kissed around her neck and over her ears. He kissed back along the shoulders, then down over her chest. His kisses showed years of experience with a woman's body. Mitzi was slowly twisting about in a delicate agony as he began to work on her tits. His lips brushed lightly and gently, sucking exquisitely as they roamed over her tits, pausing at each nipple until the button was glistening with desire.
"Oooooo," she sighed, her body throbbing with aroused passion. "Mmmmm, I like that. You do make me feel like something special. You do know how to make a girl feel like a princess. Oooooo, Lewis, that's nice. That's so sweet and nice. Mmmmmm!"
She saw his cock standing rigid in front of him.
She tried to reach it but was unwilling to change the position in which he had her spread. She was enjoying his kisses too much to risk any change. This was his fuck and he was doing it his way. It was one hell of a nice way. Mitzi would have been the last one to complain.
He kissed down from her tits, down across her tummy. He sucked gently at her navel, then kissed along her waist and over her hips. He worked in tiny circles of sensuality. His mouth sent ripples of pleasure shimmering through her. She lay back, her breath getting shorter, her body tingling as he worked her to a peak of exquisite passion. He kissed on down her thighs, then along her legs. He kissed over her feet and toes, then started his sensuous ascent back up her legs.