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Authors: John Everson
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blouse, exposing the white lace bra beneath.
TG approved. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a beat-up leather lump of a wallet and pulled a dollar bill from it. Then he made a big show of folding it in half long ways before reaching past Billy’s knife and slipping it across her right breast to lodge under her bra. His hand lingered a moment before he pulled back.
“Well,” he said, plucking the blouse away from her, “you’re not dressed for strippin’, but that ain’t half bad. Billy, back up. Let’s see if the panties are a match. I hate it when a girl wears droopy drawers and a sexy bra. Just not right neglecting the other half, you know what I mean?”
“Please,” Carrie said, flattening her back against the cold metal of the rear car window. The tip of Billy’s knife followed her as she stepped out of the trap of the driver’s-seat entry. “I’ll strip if you like. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please let me go home afterward?”
“We’ll take you home,” TG said. “I already promised you that.” He gestured at her jeans. “Now let’s see about the other half.”
“You some kinda lingerie conn-o-saur now?” Billy mumbled.
“Just having some fun,” TG said through gritted teeth. “Lighten up and you might have some too.”
Carrie undid the belt buckle, all the while frantically trying to remember what color briefs she’d pulled on this morning. She had matching Victoria’s Secret sets, but had she worn one? In the insanity of the situation, she honestly couldn’t remember. She held her breath and dropped drawers in the cool night, exposing a pair of lean runner’s thighs, and a pair of white panties edged in the same lace as the cup of her bra. She breathed her own sigh of relief as she saw them.
“She’s organized,” TG pronounced. He moved forward, and ran one knuckle down her cheek, neck and across the exposed top of her cleavage.
“I like that in a woman.”
She shivered at his touch, but forced herself not to move away. But when his fingers slipped beneath the lace, she cried out.
TG didn’t miss a beat. He belted her one across the jaw, never letting go of the bra. The result was a suddenly freed breast, nipple angry pink in the dark, and constricted by the half-yanked-down bra cup.
TG leaned down and took the nipple between his teeth. Carrie pushed at his shoulders, but it was as effective as swatting at a swarm of flies. In a flash his hands were all over her, yanking hard on her undies and ripping and tugging at the clasp on the back of her bra.
“Jesus,” Billy yelled. “We talked about this. You can’t be doing this here.”
“Yer right,” TG said, pulling his face away from the woman’s chest. “Spot me down here in the gulley. I’ve got some organization to tend to.”
He dragged the girl away from the car and down the slight decline away from the road in the dark. Presently, he said, “Oh yes, she’s very organized. Neat and tidy and trim. I like that in a woman, yes I do.”
Billy just hung his head and paced near the back of the Mustang, praying no headlights slipped around the bend. But the noises in the ditch soon died down, and TG reappeared, dragging the struggling, screaming naked girl by a hank of blonde hair up the incline.
“Duct tape,” TG demanded. Soon the screeching subsided to muffled whimpering.
Then, “Rope.”
Then, “Tire iron.”
And then there wasn’t any noise at all.
The Mustang pulled away from the Nova without any pretense of civility. Gravel flew and tires screeched. And TG gave out a buoyant “yee-ha” as the car fishtailed onto the asphalt and sped back toward Castle Point.
“I thought we were going to have to actually walk the bar scene in Oak Falls again,” he laughed. “You know how much I hate that. But here, right here on the road, we get a little vixen just sitting here waiting for us. A gift,” he said.
“You shouldn’t a fucked her,” Billy complained.
“Why, because you
TG approved. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a beat-up leather lump of a wallet and pulled a dollar bill from it. Then he made a big show of folding it in half long ways before reaching past Billy’s knife and slipping it across her right breast to lodge under her bra. His hand lingered a moment before he pulled back.
“Well,” he said, plucking the blouse away from her, “you’re not dressed for strippin’, but that ain’t half bad. Billy, back up. Let’s see if the panties are a match. I hate it when a girl wears droopy drawers and a sexy bra. Just not right neglecting the other half, you know what I mean?”
“Please,” Carrie said, flattening her back against the cold metal of the rear car window. The tip of Billy’s knife followed her as she stepped out of the trap of the driver’s-seat entry. “I’ll strip if you like. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please let me go home afterward?”
“We’ll take you home,” TG said. “I already promised you that.” He gestured at her jeans. “Now let’s see about the other half.”
“You some kinda lingerie conn-o-saur now?” Billy mumbled.
“Just having some fun,” TG said through gritted teeth. “Lighten up and you might have some too.”
Carrie undid the belt buckle, all the while frantically trying to remember what color briefs she’d pulled on this morning. She had matching Victoria’s Secret sets, but had she worn one? In the insanity of the situation, she honestly couldn’t remember. She held her breath and dropped drawers in the cool night, exposing a pair of lean runner’s thighs, and a pair of white panties edged in the same lace as the cup of her bra. She breathed her own sigh of relief as she saw them.
“She’s organized,” TG pronounced. He moved forward, and ran one knuckle down her cheek, neck and across the exposed top of her cleavage.
“I like that in a woman.”
She shivered at his touch, but forced herself not to move away. But when his fingers slipped beneath the lace, she cried out.
TG didn’t miss a beat. He belted her one across the jaw, never letting go of the bra. The result was a suddenly freed breast, nipple angry pink in the dark, and constricted by the half-yanked-down bra cup.
TG leaned down and took the nipple between his teeth. Carrie pushed at his shoulders, but it was as effective as swatting at a swarm of flies. In a flash his hands were all over her, yanking hard on her undies and ripping and tugging at the clasp on the back of her bra.
“Jesus,” Billy yelled. “We talked about this. You can’t be doing this here.”
“Yer right,” TG said, pulling his face away from the woman’s chest. “Spot me down here in the gulley. I’ve got some organization to tend to.”
He dragged the girl away from the car and down the slight decline away from the road in the dark. Presently, he said, “Oh yes, she’s very organized. Neat and tidy and trim. I like that in a woman, yes I do.”
Billy just hung his head and paced near the back of the Mustang, praying no headlights slipped around the bend. But the noises in the ditch soon died down, and TG reappeared, dragging the struggling, screaming naked girl by a hank of blonde hair up the incline.
“Duct tape,” TG demanded. Soon the screeching subsided to muffled whimpering.
Then, “Rope.”
Then, “Tire iron.”
And then there wasn’t any noise at all.
The Mustang pulled away from the Nova without any pretense of civility. Gravel flew and tires screeched. And TG gave out a buoyant “yee-ha” as the car fishtailed onto the asphalt and sped back toward Castle Point.
“I thought we were going to have to actually walk the bar scene in Oak Falls again,” he laughed. “You know how much I hate that. But here, right here on the road, we get a little vixen just sitting here waiting for us. A gift,” he said.
“You shouldn’t a fucked her,” Billy complained.
“Why, because you
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