"Yes. I'll be there," Emily said, hanging up the receiver and glancing at the clock. They'd have four hours together – the longest time they'd ever had. She felt lust rushing through her body as she rushed outside, stopping on the porch and glancing in either direction. No, the neighbors were either not home or watching television. No one was out on the street. Good. She'd leave quietly. It was only a short walk to the railroad siding.
The young woman picked her way carefully down the narrow darkened street, leaving the safety of officers' country for the open area just behind it. The terrain was steep and full of chuckholes. Several times Emily stumbled, catching herself just in time before tumbling to the bottom of the hill. In the near distance she spotted several old freight cars parked on the little-used siding. As she neared the area Emily spotted Tad's gray and white Chevy pickup. Her heart pounded crazily. Yes, yes, she was only seconds away from him and his mind-blowing dick.
When she reached Las Pulgas Road, Emily looked in each direction, fearful the base patrol's headlights might pick her up. She'd have a difficult time explaining why she was out here late at night. Good, nothing in sight. They must have just passed and wouldn't be back in an hour. By that time she and Tad would be inside one of those cars, safe from any eyes.
"Tad?"
At first there was no answer as she came up to the freight cars and stood quietly to one side.
"Come on, Tad," she whispered, feeling a little nervous. It was so quiet, so lonely out here.
"Over here," his familiar voice said finally. Smiling again, the blonde teen brushed back her long hair and sighed in relief. Site walked forward, careful of the loose gravel piled on either side of the rusty tracks. She crossed one set, moving up to a long lone freight car to her right.
"This is… strange," she commented thoughtfully as a chilly breeze made her flesh crawl.
"You shouldda brought a sweater or somethin'," he said in a slurred voice.
Emily stepped back a little and studied him. He weaved a little. Was he drunk? She caught a whiff of something. Pot?
"Come on. Stop starin'. We got a lotta stuff to do," Tad said, winking knowingly, then turning and heading toward the freight car. The young woman brushed away all doubts she had about him. Ohhhh, he was so tail, so handsome. Emily rushed after him, threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "Yeah, yeah, I know. C'mon," he slurred.
Tad turned around and smiled down at her. Ohhhh, now the young girl realized why she'd thrown caution to the winds. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him passionately, throwing her arms around his broad neck and rubbing her body against his. Ohhhh, how good it felt to have his strong arms around her, to feel his chest against her tits. Already Emily felt her cunt dripping with hot pussy-sauce.
"Hey, don't make me come right here," Tad warned, pulling away and leading her to the car.
"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head back and forth, then putting her fingers to her mouth to keep from giggling.
"Then hurry up and let's get inside. Besides, it's fuckin' cold here," Tad said hooking one arm around her waist then helping her climb into the freight car.
"Tad! There's somebody else inside here!" Emily cried shortly after she'd climbed in. Although she couldn't exactly see anyone there, the girl swore she heard some movement in the shadows. Instinctively Emily drew back, holding her arms protectively over her belly.
"C'mon. Nobody's here but you and me," he said, climbing in after her.
"I swear! I heard something."
She stopped talking, her scalp crinkling with terror when she saw three shapes emerge from the shadows and walk slowly toward her.
"I told you!" Emily cried, her eyes widening with fear. She backed toward the doorway, her hands stretched out for Tad's. Could he fight off all three of them? Who were they? Hobos? Ohhhh, why had she left her parents' home?
"You ain't goin' anywheres," Tad said. There was a change in his voice. Suddenly it had a hard edge, a quality where all the former tenderness was gone.
"Who are they? What…"
"Buddies of mine. Man, I've been talkin' about you and how hot you are. They want a sample!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Emily felt her blood chill. Oh, God, he'd been telling everyone on base about her. It was just what he'd threatened to do. They'd all been laughing at her, lusting after her. She staggered forward, feeling faint with shame. How stupid could she have been? She'd been so wrapped up in her own body that she couldn't think straight and guess Tad hadn't been silent about their affair.
"How could you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes and peering through the darkness at the advancing figures. She recognized them as some men who worked in her father's motor pool. They'd been watching her, even made leering remarks about her within the girl's earshot when she visited during the day.
"Jack, here," Tad began, nodding toward the tall young marine standing in bands of moonlight, "he supplies me with smack, pot and coke I need. Bob 'n Doug are just friends. We get goin' sometimes and… sheeit, I don't have to explain nothin' to you," he said angrily. "You don't like to give head, eh? You don't like a lotta things, think you're so fuckin' high 'cause you're the CO's daughter, eh?"
Emily held her arms tightly over her tits, her eyes darting from man to man. She was trapped. There was nothing she could do.
"Oh, God, don't hurt me! Please, please, let me go! I'll do anything. I'll get my father to give you promotions, passes, anything!" Emily cried hysterically.
Her wild pleas were met with laughter. The men were toying with her now, poking her ribs, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around, pulling her skirt and lifting it up to her ass. She reached back, trying to knock their hands away. And when she screamed for help, Doug told her it was useless. The guards were busy with the Reservists at the other end of the base. By the time they made their rounds of this area he and his buddies would be through with her.
"No! No!"
"Baby, you ain't got no choice. You gotta put out for us," Jack said, rubbing his crotch. Emily's eyes widened. She recognized that voice, recognized that big, apish shape in front of her. She'd seen him leering at her in the office… his big, ugly face glowing with lust while her father tried speaking with him. Now he had her in his hands, ready to fuck her, make him suck him, do anything be wanted with her.
"Yeah, good, hot, wet pussy. Man, gonna have a good time," Doug said, smacking his lips.
"Gonna give a real good time givin' you the cock you need, baby. You old man's gonna be right proud of us if he ever finds out how we treated his little girl," Bob said, sending the others into laughter.
"Hey, gonna grab some super weed here. You guys have a good time," Tad muttered, crawling into the rear of the abandoned freight car and lighting up.
"No, don't come near me!" Emily cried. She heard the door slam shut and jumped at the sound. She backed away until her ass and shoulder blades pressed against the wall. Terror leaped in her throat.
"Treat me and my buddies nice and we'll show you a good time," Jack said, opening the front of his flannel shirt, then starting to unzip his Levi's.
"You're all crazy. My father'll kill you if he finds out."
"Little bitch!" Jack snapped. "You gonna tell 'im? You think you can scare us? Sure, we'll get busted," he conceded, spreading his hands in front of him and smiling. "But who the fuck cares? We ain't career like your old man. And what'll the promotion board think when they hear about how hot his little girl's been with Tad there… and with us. 'Cause man, we're gonna say you been fuckin' us lots, real nice, and wantin' it all the time. You just try to prove rape… try it!" Jack demanded, his face turning more and more ugly with anger.