Chs. 12, 13 A Summer to Remember (nc, humil, blackmail)
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Chapter 12
Chloe pulled out of the McDonald’s parking lot, painfully aware
that she was topless, and headed for home. Several drivers of the cars
coming in did a double take when they noticed the incredible beauty
without a top. Chloe decided to drive with one hand while covering her
breasts as best she could with the other.
The boys, meanwhile, hungrily devoured the food. Chloe did not
have any and wasn’t offered any. She was starving. She could hear her
stomach rumbling and the smell of burgers and fries made it worse. She
didn’t know what to do. They must have forgotten about me, she
thought, but wondered how in the world they could. I’m the topless
cheerleader in the front! Remember me?, her mind screamed.
"Hey," said Billy between mouthfuls.
Chloe felt relieved. At last they’re gonna give me some food—-
food I paid for with my pride.
"You’re going the wrong way."
Chloe was astounded. "Pardon me," she said in disbelief.
"You’re going the wrong way," Billy repeated as he took another
big bite. "We’re going into town to see a movie."
"Star Wars!" added Wade with his mouth full of fries.
"Aww man, can’t we see something else," asked Joe as he shook
his head and rolled his eyes. "What about that Blair Bitch Project?
What about The Lion King? Anything is better than Star Wars. I’d
rather watch fungus grow than sit through that crap again. . . ."
Billy let Joe rant as he thought for a moment. Star Wars is
the longest movie playing right now, he concluded. That’s the one they
would see. "We’re going into town to see Star Wars," Billy said
sternly as he took another bite.
"Yessss!" said Wade. He took a long happy draw from his soda.
Chloe wanted to cry. She was so hungry and they weren’t giving
her any. They never had any intention of giving her any. Maybe if I
let them feel me up I could get a hamburger? What are you thinking?!,
she scolded herself. Get a grip, have some dignity. Then she looked
down and was reminded she was driving around topless with three boys.
Chloe’s mind started churning as she tried to ignore her
hunger. They know I don’t have any money, but they still want me to go
to a movie right now? No way. They can’t possibly expect me to go
through that again. "Um . . . Mr. May." Chloe decided to test her
luck. "I need to go home to get my purse. Can we stop there first?"
She hated the way she sounded so weak and pathetic.
She called me ‘Mr. May!’ thought Billy. He was in heaven.
First she called me ‘Sir’ and now she called me ‘Mr. May!’ Billy
cleared his throat. "I don’t think so, Mrs. Myers," he said trying to
sound mature, "We don’t want to be late for the mov . . . er, Star
Wars, but I think I know of a way to get tickets." They all started
giggling. Chloe was horrified as she turned the car around, trying as
best she could to turn the wheel with one hand. They were headed
downtown.
Luckily, it was getting dark. Even with the window rolled
down-—Joe wouldn’t let her roll it up—-it was hard for the other
drivers to see inside. Chloe managed to drive all the way to the
megaplex without attracting any attention, much to Joe’s chagrin, but
she was terribly cold. The wind blowing on her naked chest caused her
nipples to stick out and her aureoles to pucker. She was shivering as
she pulled into the parking lot.
"Give her the sweater," said Billy.
"No way," said Joe, "I like looking at her tits."
"I do too, but lets be smart about this . . . " Billy gave him
that knowing look.
"Oh, o.k." Joe reluctantly handed the sweater to Mrs. Myers.
Chloe never thought she would ever enjoy putting on the crude garment
as much as she did right now. She would finally be able to cover her
nakedness and get a little warmth. She quickly pulled on the sweater
and instantly felt better. She only hoped her nipples would deflate.
They were harder than they had ever been and were straining mightily
against the tight sweater. God, I wish I had my bra, she thought.
"Let’s go," said Wade impatiently, "its about to start!"
Chloe did not want to go. She felt secure in the confines of
the car. She realized that she hadn’t had to leave the car (totally)
since they left the house. Now she would have to walk through the
crowded parking lot and into the giant megaplex in her tiny
cheerleading uniform. It barely covers my pussy! she remembered. The
three boys were standing outside waiting for her. With dread, she
grabbed her hat and opened the door. Joe, Billy, and Wade stared as
one incredibly long leg, and then another, emerged from the car. Chloe
immediately pulled at the hem of her skirt as she stepped out for the
first time into full public view.
Chloe pulled her hat down low trying to cover her face from the
stares of all the people ogling her. The lot was overflowing with
people. The walk to the ticket counter seemed to take forever. She
constantly pulled at the hem of her skirt, first in front, then in
back, then in front again. It was an ongoing struggle to maintain her
modesty. It was a losing fight. She looked around and noticed that
everyone, men, women, boys, girls, moms, dads, kids, were all looking
at her. What they saw was an incredible blonde packed into a tiny
cheerleading uniform surrounded by three beaming boys. Some wondered
what kind of a Jr. High girl could have such a fantastic body. Some
wondered what kind of a slut would be seen wearing such a degrading
outfit. "She’s even wearing high heels, the whore, and she doesn’t
even have a bra!"
They finally made it to the counter and stood in line behind a
short fat woman and her two kids. The little boy was trying to look up
her skirt and the other, younger, little girl was tugging at her mom’s
sleeve.
"Mommy," said the little girl, "what’s NJHS?" Chloe felt sick.
"I think it stands for Northview Jr. High," said the mom
turning around. Then she noticed Chloe. Her eyes went wide and she
blinked several times. She looked at Chloe again from head to toe,
trying to comprehend.
"Let’s go, kids," she said while hurriedly pulling them out of
line. "We’ll see the Lion King some other time." She gave Chloe a
disgusted sneer.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said the mom curtly.
Chloe blushed in agony—-she was.
The staring and snickering continued while they made their way
through the que, but Chloe stopped noticing. She was terrified at how
they were going to get tickets. She couldn’t endure a repeat of the
McDonald’s experience—-not here, not in front of all these people! Her
heart beat faster as they got closer to the window. Eventually, the
couple in front got their tickets and Chloe and the boys were next.
They could barely contain their enthusiasm—-the boys that is.
"Hi, how can I help you?" said the ticket clerk. At the exact
same instant, the boys’ expressions changed from giddy anticipation to
dejection while Chloe’s went from dread to elation. The ticket clerk
was a girl!
"This rots!" said Joe. Billy and Wade agreed. No one ever
thought of this possibility.
"I beg your pardon," said a puzzled ticket clerk.
"You’re a girl!" said Wade as if this explained everything.
Billy began to think.
"Thank you for noticing," said the young woman. She didn’t see
Chloe because (Chloe observed) she was captivated by Wade. The ticket
girl saw his broad shoulders and clear gray eyes and couldn’t take her
eyes off him. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked coyly as
she giggled.
"What’s your problem?" asked Wade with a frown. Then he turned
to Billy, "What’s her problem?"
Billy didn’t answer. He was trying to think of something,
anything. Maybe she’s a dike? No, don’t be an idiot. Maybe we could
get Wade to take off HIS shirt? No, what’s the point in that. Billy
continued to run through the possibilities when he heard a voice.
"What seems to be the hold-up, Miss Winters?" It was a man’s
voice! It was the voice of an angel. Billy looked up and saw a middle-
aged man with a dark blue blazer leaning over the shoulder of the
(kinda’ cute) ticket girl. He noticed the man was staring at Mrs.
Myers’ nipples. He knew he had another easy mark.
"We seem to have run into a problem, Bob," said Billy noticing
the name tag. "Can I call you Bob?" Joe then noticed the name tag too
and marveled at how Billy could think so fast.
The manager finally tore his attention away from the stunning
cheerleader. "Uh . . . yeah. You can call me Bob. What’s the
problem?"
"We don’t have any money, but we really want to see a movie."
"Star Wars," added Wade.
"Shut up, Wade," said Billy not too quietly. "I’m working
here."
The ticket girl didn’t like the way this punk was talking to
her cute boy. "I guess you’re shit-outta-luck, then," she said tersely
trying to stick up for her man. "But I have a free pass for this
guy." She pushed the pass through the cut-out in the glass toward Wade.
"Cool!" said Wade as he grabbed the pass.
"Where’s mine?" wailed Joe. He was genuinely upset.
"I guess you’re shit-outta-luck too," said the ticket girl.
Then she noticed Chloe. "Maybe you and the punk here can go play with
the cheerleader."
Hmmm. Not a bad idea, thought Joe. Not a good idea, thought
Chloe.
Billy gave it no thought. He continued, "I was wondering, Bob,
if we might work something out," and his eyes darted back and forth
toward Mrs. Myers. She didn’t notice because her head was down, but
Bob did.
"I don’t know," he said slowly. "Why don’t you come into my
office and we can . . . discuss it."
Chloe was mortified.
The four of them walked into the lobby and followed the
slightly overweight, balding man into a side door. The office was
small and cluttered. There were movie posters and papers strewn all
over the place. There were no chairs except for the one behind a small
desk which was barely visible under stacks of paper and a computer.
Joe started unrolling posters to movies he hadn’t even heard of yet.
"Hey, don’t touch those, kid. We need those," said Bob as he
grabbed the posters out of Joe’s hands and threw them in a corner.
That done, Bob leaned against his desk and got to the matter at hand.
"What do you have in mind we do about our little problem?" he said to
Billy.
"I don’t know," answered Billy, trying to be coy. "Let me talk
to my friend here." He grabbed Mrs. Myers and started whispering in
her ear. Her eyes went wide and she started shaking her head. Billy
persisted and began gesturing with his hands. Joe, Wade, and Bob
watched intently. They couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but
they all could guess at what was being said—-except Wade, of course, he
really wondered what they were talking about. They spoke for a long
time, but Bob didn’t mind. He was getting an erection as he took in
the sight of the beautiful cheerleader. Finally, Billy and Mrs. Myers
ended their conversation. Mrs. Myers was white with fear.
Chloe slowly shuffled in front of the manager with her arms
clutching her sides. She let out a small sniffle. "Can I pay you,"
she began in a soft, barely audible, voice, "with my . . . panties?"
The manager could not believe what he just heard. He hadn’t
known what to expect. The possibility of fucking her had crossed his
mind, but this was good enough. Nothing like this ever happened to him
and he wasn’t about to let it pass.
"Go ahead, Mrs. Myers. Show Bob you’re serious," prodded
Billy. Chloe slowly reached for the bottom of her sweater and peeled
them up over her large globes. She felt totally humiliated as her
naked breasts were inches from Bob’s face. He stared at them in
wonder. Chloe closed her eyes.
"Do we have a deal?" asked Billy. Bob didn’t answer. He
couldn’t do anything but stare. "Mrs. Myers, would you repeat the
offer?" Billy said. "I think Bob is a little . . . distracted."
Chloe dreaded the thought of having to repeat what she just
said. It was hard enough the first time. It made her feel like a
whore, a prostitute, picking up a john. She swallowed hard and said
again softly, "Can I pay you with my panties?" She felt like a total
slut.
Bob was still preoccupied with her breasts. He reached out
with both hands and squeezed them hard. Why do all men do that?, she
wondered. That’s always the first thing they do when they see
breasts. Bob lifted one breast while squeezing the other, and then
switched. The sight was almost comical as Chloe’s breasts were
alternately lifted and squeezed, lifted and squeezed. Bob, it seemed,
would have been content to do this forever. What a loser, thought
Billy. What a loser, thought Chloe. The McDonald’s kid had more
sophistication than this chump. He disgusted her and she wanted
nothing more to do with him. He doesn’t deserve to touch me, thought
Chloe.
Such a realization only added to her humiliation when she heard
Bob say, "Its a deal. Let’s have the panties," while still juggling
her boobs. Chloe wanted to die. She couldn’t go through with what
Billy had told her to do next—-especially not with this man.
"Go on, Mrs. Myers," Billy said. "A deals a deal." Chloe bit
her lip and gathered her strength. She stepped back from Bob about a
foot, thankfully releasing her breasts from his clumsy clutches, and
grabbed the front of her impossibly short skirt. She gradually lifted
it up, flashing her thong covered pussy to the despicable theater
manager.
"Will you help me . . . take off my panties?" Chloe asked in
whisper. Her face was crimson and she could not bear to look at the
man she was asking to strip her.
Bob’s eyes grew wider, if that was possible, and his jaw
dropped. The beautiful woman in front of him (or is she a girl?--no
matter) had her sweater bunched over her breasts, was flashing her
crotch, and asking him to take off her panties! He couldn’t believe
it. He saw how incredibly smooth and tan her skin was, how femininely
her hips flared out, how wonderfully white and tiny her panties were,
and thought this was the greatest day of his 41 years of life. But,
like a 14 year old, he was paralyzed with fear.
"Um, Bob," Billy interrupted. He was quickly losing patience
with this loser. "The movie’s about to start. Can we get on with
this?" Chloe was still standing there, topless, lifting up her skirt,
waiting for Bob to do something.
"Oh yeah," said Bob trying to sound casual, "I’ll be glad to
help you with your panties, young lady."
I’ll bet, thought Chloe. Bob reached out and tried to grab the
sides of her panties with his clumsy fingers. He had a hard time
getting his thumb under the tight elastic. A couple times, he
inadvertently pinched the skin, causing Chloe to wince in pain.
Ultimately, he managed. He took a deep breath and started to pull
down. His heart was pounding fast as he continued to ease the panties
down slowly, working the elastic over Chloe’s firm hips and round ass.
Chloe could do nothing to stop this man from seeing her pussy. All she
could do was hold up her skirt and let him do it. She choked back her
mounting disgust, and bemoaned her situation.
Bob could now see the white bikini area of her tan line, the
part of her body that’s always covered, even when she sunbathed. He
pulled down some more and marveled at the sight of her pubic hair. It
was light brown, almost blonde. It looked fuzzy and not at all
course. Maybe she is just a girl, he thought. Oh well. He continued
to pull down until her entire pubic mound was exposed. He could just
make out the top of her slit as it peeked out from between her thighs.
He wanted her to spread her legs so he could get a good look at her
pussy. Chloe knew this and held her legs tight, gripping the crotch of
the panty against her vagina.
"Why don’t you spread your legs so he can get a good look at
your pussy," said Joe. Chloe was really getting tired of Joe’s
suggestions. But, she did as she was told and spread her legs
slightly. The crotch of her thong was released from the clutches of
her thighs and sprung to mid-thigh where Bob swiftly dragged them all
the way down to her ankles.
Bob bent over and picked up the panties as Chloe stepped out of
them. Without remembering where he was, he sniffed the panties while
he stared longingly at the cheerleader’s fully exposed slit. Chloe
shuddered in disgust. Bob took another big whiff and smelled the
wonderful fragrance of the white thong, imagining where they had just
been. It smelled like perfume and a little like suntan lotion. There
was no hint of the musky odor he sought. She must be a perfect angel,
he thought.
"We’re gonna go now," said Billy breaking his reverie. Chloe
quickly dropped the hem of her skirt. Bob came back to reality and
looked up to see the three boys and the cheerleader watching him sniff
the panties. He became red with embarrassment.
"Uh, o.k." he stammered. "Go see any movie you want and tell
the usher to call my extension when they ask for your tickets."
With that the four walked out of Bob’s office and, hopefully,
out of his life.
Chapter 13
Chloe and the boys made it into the quarter-filled theater and
found some seats near the back. The movie had already started. To
Chloe’s dismay, the ticket taker didn’t even ask for their tickets and
just let them right in. She had been humiliated for nothing. Still,
Chloe was looking forward to the movie, not because she wanted to see
Star Wars, but because she could get at least two hours of relief from
her public torment. She was totally naked under her tiny outfit. The
last thing she wanted was to walk around. All she wanted was to hide
in the dark.
"Damn it. We missed the first ten minutes," said Wade.
"Hey Wade, why don’t you switch with Joe so you’re sitting next
to Mrs. Myers," said Billy. Billy was already sitting on the other
side of Mrs. Myers.
"What’s the big deal?" asked Wade from clear on the other side
of Joe. "I can see better over here."
"Wade," Billy answered. "We’re at a movie. Do you know what
people do at a movie?" Wade had no idea. Chloe had every idea. She
held her breath.
"They watch a movie," said Wade. Yesss, thought Chloe.
"They do more than that," said Billy with a smirk. "You know,
its dark, you’re with a girl . . . You know what happens next." Billy
gave him a wink and a nod.
"No. No I don’t," Wade said shaking his head. "What happens
next?"
Billy lost his patience. "They make out, you nitwit! God!
Now switch with Joe!"
"Shhhhhh!" came a voice from behind.
"No way!" Joe shouted, but Wade was already on his feet waiting
for Joe to move. There were more ‘shhhh’s’ and a couple of ‘sit
down’s’ from the audience.
"I’m sitting next to Mrs. Myers," Joe whispered forcefully.
"You could have," said Billy, "but you pulled that little stunt
this morning with the Fed Ex package. You owe us remember?"
Joe was heartbroken. "Can’t we take turns?" he pleaded.
"No!" said Wade as he picked Joe up out of the chair and sat in
his seat. He looked at Mrs. Myers and gave her a big grin. Chloe
could not believe this was happening.
Chloe sat perfectly still with Wade to her left and Billy her
right. No one moved for 15 minutes—-except Joe; he kept trying to see
if he was missing out on anything. The situation was too awkward and
neither Billy nor Wade knew how to begin. Chloe hoped they would never
figure it out. She sat staring at the screen without really seeing it,
not wanting to do anything to incite an advance. After a while, Wade
became engrossed in the movie.
Billy, however, was restless. He couldn’t take much more of
this. Mrs. Myers hadn’t moved an inch. He had to do something. He
surreptitiously reached out with his left hand and touched her knee.
Chloe flinched. Its really gonna happen, she thought. She
didn’t know what to do. She wanted to slap his hand away like she had
done to many a young suitor before Steve, but this was different; there
would be reprisal. So, Chloe did nothing and remained perfectly still.
Billy noticed that Mrs. Myers didn’t stop him. In fact, he
concluded, she hadn’t stopped anything that I’ve done. I can pretty
much do whatever I want with her. He felt emboldened. While still
looking at the screen, he slowly moved his hand along the top of her
thigh. He gave it a little squeeze. She felt so smooth, so firm, so
wonderful. When he tried to feel the inside of her thigh, he noticed
her legs were pressed tightly together. This would not do. He gently
leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Spread your legs, Mrs. Myers."
Chloe froze. He wants me to spread my legs for him? She
looked over and saw the insistent look on his face. She had no choice;
she had to obey. She turned back to the screen and slowly parted her
legs. She felt his hand moving to the inside of her thigh as her legs
spread apart. "More," he said. Don’t only tramps do this?, she
thought as she spread her legs wider. Then she felt the hand make its
way toward her pantyless crotch. His hand feels so warm, she noticed,
especially against her uncovered leg. Why do they turn the air
conditioning up so high in these places? I’m gonna have to have a word
with the manager. She thought about that for a second—-maybe not.
Billy managed to reach the hem of her skirt. He looked up and
saw Mrs. Myers watching the movie as if nothing were going on. She
must not feel my hand, he thought. Then he noticed she was breathing
heavier. A slight grin came to his face as he made his way toward the
ultimate goal.
Chloe looked down with just her eyes and saw Billy’s hand
disappear under her skirt. Almost immediately, she felt his hand on
her pubic hair. She closed her eyes as he felt all around her patch of
fur. She could feel him stroking it and petting it. He then touched
her hair with the back of his hand and then with only the tips of his
fingers. He made tiny circles with his index finger and traced the
edge of her triangular hair line. Then with all five fingers, he
gently scratched her muff. Chloe let out a soft moan. How does he
know to do that?, she wondered. The light scratching felt so good.
Chloe didn’t want to, but she was enjoying the touch. For the past
month, no one had really touched her down there--except herself.
That’s not quite the same as having someone else touch you. It never
is.
Billy saw Mrs. Myers tilt her head back slightly and moan. The
profile view of her jutting jaw and delicate neckline, as well as her
flushed face, and the sight of her heaving chest gave him an incredible
rush. I must be doing something right, he thought. He continued
gently scratching her pubic hair the way he scratched his dog’s belly.
He couldn’t believe he could actually make her feel this way, that he
could give pleasure and control how she felt. He felt powerful. He
wanted more.
The petting stopped and Chloe felt the fingers make its way
further down between her legs to her most private place. She felt his
fingers trace the outer edges of her mound along the crease where pussy
met thigh. She could feel by his touch that all the aloe lotion had
been absorbed into her skin. His fingers were rough. He continued to
stroke along her outer lips for a deliciously long time, long enough
for Chloe’s clit to emerge.
As Billy made his way to the top of her mound, he felt
something he hadn’t felt before. He made another circle with his
finger the way Mrs. Myers seemed to like and felt it again—-there!,
right in the middle. It was longer this time, much longer. Is this
her clitty?! Billy was beside himself with excitement. He twirled the
nub around with his middle finger. It felt like Mrs. Myers nipples
when they got erect, only this one was slick and slimy. He grabbed it
with his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it gently. Mrs. Myers
shivered and clenched the armrests till her knuckles turned white.
Billy kept rolling her clitty with his fingers, delighting at the sight
of Mrs. Myers squirming in her seat.
Chloe tried to fight the incredible sensations radiating from
her clit. This is wrong, her mind screamed. He’s just a boy. Oh, but
this boy knows just where to touch me. Another shiver went through her
body as the boy again twirled the sensitive nub around his finger. She
was lost in a haze of pleasure. Despite her struggles to resist, her
body gave in. She could feel her inner lips swell and begin to part.
Instinctively, Billy moved his fingers away from Mrs. Myers’
clit and started running it up and down her opening. He cupped her
mound with the palm of his hand and worked his middle finger along the
entire length of her slit. He started at the very bottom, where her
pussy touched the seat, and worked all the way up to the top, where he
gave her clit another twirl. He was surprised at how slick her pussy
was. His finger slid easily along the engorged inner lips, which just
a moment ago were hidden. Billy was amazed at the mysteries of Mrs.
Myers’ fantastic body. He had to have more. He gently pulled on each
of her inner lips, first one, then the other, then very slowly inserted
his middle finger.
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Chloe let out a long audible groan. She felt
the finger slide easily into her juicy cunt. There was no irritation,
just the wonderful feeling of being filled. He was inside her. This
was different than when Billy first entered her after spraying her with
the hose. This time, she was wet on the inside.
Meanwhile, Wade was oblivious to what was going on right beside
him. He was watching the movie intently. Joe, too, got caught up in
the pad race when nothing seemed to be happening with Mrs. Myers. Then
he heard Mrs. Myers moan and glanced over to see what was going on. He
had to do a double take. What he saw was Mrs. Myers with her head
thrown back and her mouth open. Her large breasts were heaving up and
down. Her eyes were closed and her face was flush. Her skirt was
bunched up around her stomach and there was a hand undulating against
her crotch.
"Hey, Wade," Joe gave Wade a nudge with his elbow. Wade
brushed it off. Joe nudged him again.
"Knock it off, Joe! This is the best part." Wade never took
his eyes off the screen. Joe gave him another nudge.
"Wade, look to your right. I mean it!" said Joe under his
breath.
Wade gave up on watching the movie and finally regarded Joe.
"What is it, you geek? You ruined the best part."
"Look to your right," Joe said while pointing.
With a frown, Wade looked to his right and did the same double
take Joe did earlier. He was amazed at the scene before him. All he
could do was stare. Then he saw a hand slowly reach across his body
from his left yearning to touch a protruding breast. Wade realized it
wasn’t his and slapped it away.
"Ow!" said Joe as he pulled his hand back. "I was almost
there."
After a few more minutes with his jaw agape, Wade finally
followed Joe’s ‘suggestion’ and reached over and grabbed Mrs. Myers’
breast.
Chloe felt a new sensation. In addition to the wonderful hand
on her pussy there was now one on her chest . . . and, then, one on her
left leg. She didn’t open her eyes; she was afraid of what she would
see. She again had that wonderful feeling of being touched by a
thousand hands. She felt a large hand practically engulf a breast,
give it a firm squeeze, then move on to the other and do the same
thing. It was a little rough, but felt oh so good. The heavy forearm
that brushed her jaw only added to the overwhelming stimulation. She
forgot where she was, who she was even, and let herself go. She purred.
Next, she felt the hand release her breast and slide to her
midriff, never losing contact with her body. It felt hot like the one
in her crotch. The large hand worked its way under the hem of her
sweater just below her left breast. Chloe felt the rough heat on the
underside of her globe. Then she felt it move toward her hard nipple.
She was unaware that her sweater was being lifted as the hand made its
way up. Chloe was lost in a sea of tactile delight. She didn’t
realize that her left breast was now fully exposed.
Billy glanced to his left and saw Wade fondling Mrs. Myers’
naked breast. Now that he wasn’t alone, he decided to forget about
being discrete. He turned sideways in his chair and determined to give
Mrs. Myers his full attention. With his left hand still working in and
out of her wet cunt, he gently stroked her thigh with his right.
Without missing a beat, he switched hands and inserting a new finger
into her tight slot. He lifted the hand that was once inside Mrs.
Myers and saw that his fingers glistened in the flickering light of the
laser fight flashing across the screen. He looked at it for a long
time, not knowing what to do, forgetting that the middle finger of his
right hand remained inside Mrs. Myers.
Chloe was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm when she noticed
that the hand between her legs stopped moving. Then she felt something
cold, wet, and sticky touch the nape of her neck. The strange touch
and the cessation of stimulation startled her just enough to free her
from her trance. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She
was appalled at what she saw! To her right, Billy had managed to lift
up her skirt and play with her pussy, while his left hand stroked the
back of her neck. On the other side, Wade was running his hand up and
down her thigh; her left breast was exposed and Wade was rubbing his
palm in circles over the erect nipple. Chloe shook from the
realization of where she was and what was happening. A wave of
embarrassment descended upon her like a wet blanket. She was even more
horrified when she noticed the three little boys peering over the back
of the seat in front of her, staring at her naked body. Six big,
white, unblinking eyes gazed upon her nasty display of flesh. Chloe
quickly swatted away the various hands and pulled down her sweater and
skirt. She never felt more ashamed of herself. She got up and ran out
of the theater, stumbling in her high heels. Wade, Billy, and one of
the three little boys in front—-it happened to be Joe—-got up to follow
her out.
Chloe ran into the bathroom and barged into a stall, locking it
behind her. She leaned against the door and tried to calm down. "How
could you let them do that to you?" she asked herself. She was
overcome with shame. How could you enjoy it?, she wondered next. She
rolled out a wad of toilet paper and reached under her skirt. She
dabbed at the humiliating wetness coating the inside of her thighs.
She threw the wad in the toilet, got some more paper, and proceeded to
wipe her pussy. That done, she stepped out of the stall and stood in
front of the sink. She was too embarrassed to look at herself in the
mirror. "Hurry up, Mrs. Myers," she heard from a crack in the door.
How can I go out there and face them?, she thought. Its too
embarrassing. They . . . touched me! Chloe took some napkins, wetted
them down, and wiped the sticky mess off the back of her neck. She
cringed at the thought of what it was. She took some more wet napkins
and wiped her crotch one last time. She straightened her tight sweater
and tiny skirt and with all her strength, walked out.
Chloe emerged to find the three boys waiting right outside the
door. She quickly looked at her feet and pulled down her hat. She
could not look at them.
"Eh hem, now then," Billy said clearing his throat. "The three
of us were talking while you were in the bathroom," Chloe’s heart sank,
"and we decided that the night’s still young." How much worse can this
get?, Chloe wondered.
"Yeah," said Joe. "Since you made us miss the last part of the
movie, we’ll let you make it up to us by taking us to one other place."
"I think you’ll like it," Billy said grinning as he and the
others turned and started walking away. Chloe remained still.
"C’mon, Mrs. Myers," said Billy when he noticed she wasn’t
following. "Its almost 11:45. Times a’wastin’."
Chloe couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. She had to ask.
"Um . . . sirs . . . where are we going?," she asked with deep
trepidation.
The three boys looked at each other, then turned to Mrs. Myers,
and said in unison, "Titty bar!"
End Ch. 13
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Master Paul
b_...@my-deja.com wrote:
> Finally, I've read some of the discussion concerning editing of posts.
> I try my best to edit and format my chapters, in fact I take pride in
> it, but I have no idea how to format for usenet. Like I've said
> before, this is my first story. I cringe when I see my story
displayed
> on deja. All the countless hours I've spent formatting gets wiped out
> when I post. If you have any tips, I'd love to hear them.
You might try separating your paragraphs with a blank line, either with
or without an indent at the start of the paragraph. This makes it easier
to read from usenet. Also, writing the story in (or copying it to) plain
text makes it more compatible with usenet. Writing it that way is
better, though, since some characters may not "translate" properly from
a word processing program to plain text.
Other than that, just keep up the good work, and enjoy the writing as
much as we enjoy the reading.