"I'll just lock the door," Officer Drew said. "Then we'll wait until the trials are over. Maybe we can find something to do until then. You look real good in that swim suit. Real good."
She ran. She had suddenly remembered the door, a very small door tucked away at the other corner of the dressing room. Nobody ever used it and it stayed locked from the inside most of the time. It emptied out into the parking lot but she might make it.
Officer Drew had turned his back and was locking the dressing room door. He yelled for her to stop as he turned back again.
She didn't stop. She was running for her life. She ran into the long hall that led from the dressing room to the showers. She got there ahead of him. She pushed against the door and it wouldn't open. She stood there sobbing and beating her hands against it.
"That won't do any good," Officer Drew said. He was angry and he was breathing hard. She turned with her back toward the door and held up her hands like she would try to claw him if he came near her.
"Yes sir," he said. He didn't move any nearer to her. "You look might pretty in that swim suit. You know, I really didn't get a good look at you the other night when I was fucking you. I didn't get a good look at all."
"Leave me alone," she said.
"I wonder what you'd look like in the shower," he said. "I bet you'd be a pretty thing in the shower. I used to like to watch my wife in the shower before she got too fat and ugly."
"Please leave me alone," Marilyn said.
"Why don't you take a shower for me?" he said. "Make it easy on yourself."
"I'll scratch your eyes out," she said.
"No you won't," he said. "You're not brave enough to do that. Besides, you know you only live to get a big fat cock."
Marilyn heard her name called on the loudspeaker. A moment later it was called again. They stood like that for five more minutes and then her name was called a third time.
"They'll come looking for me," Marilyn said.
"I thought of that," he shrugged. "But I don't think they'll have time to look for you. They wouldn't want to be late and lose points. My daughter's right out there and ready to swim."
He was right. The loudspeaker was on again announcing the start of the first race that Marilyn was supposed to be in. Marilyn started trembling and she felt the tears brush at her cheeks. This was what she wanted most of all, and now it was too late.
"Now that we have a little time," he said. "Let's have some fun. Are you making it easy on yourself, or are you going to make it hard?"
Marilyn was beaten. She thought that she might as well make it easy on herself. Somehow she thought that Officer Drew might very well like her to make it hard. He looked like the kind of man who got pleasure in hurting people.
"What do you want me to do?" Marilyn asked.
"A shower," he beamed. "I want you to take your clothes off and take a shower."
Marilyn reached behind her neck and loosened the strap that held her swim suit. She peeled it down over her breasts and dropped it to the floor. She saw the lust in his eyes as he looked at her.
"Goddamn," he said. "You are a beautiful little cunt."
She stood before him until he was tired of looking and then he demanded that she turn around. She turned, letting him see all of her body, ogling her with lust in her ugly eyes.
"Goddamn," he said softly.
She kept turning until he told her to get into the shower. She wondered what kind of weird kick he got out of watching her take a shower, but she did as she was told. She slipped under the water and let it run on her.
At least the water felt good. He stood in the doorway watching her, rubbing the front of his trousers. She could see that his fat prick was already growing and she remembered how he had hurt her the first time with his savage attack. "Come on out," he said finally.
She turned the water off and came out of the shower. He placed his fat hands against her tittles and mauled them like he was kneading dough.
"Goddamn fine," he said. "I didn't get a good look at you before. But you are Goddamn fine."
He grabbed the towel and started to dry her off. He wiped her brutally, getting some kind of sadistic pleasure in the way she winced when he hurt her.
Especially between her legs. He rubbed hardest of all there. She tried to pull away a couple of times, but he kept grabbing her and pulling the towel back between her legs.
"I like you," he said. "I think you're a sweet little cunt."
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. He made her rub him until his prick started getting hard.
"Take me out," he said.
She unzipped him and reached into his trousers for his fat cock. She laced her fingers around his sweaty maleness and he groaned loudly.
"Little cunt," he said. "Fucking little cunt."
He hit her. She didn't expect it. One minute he had been enjoying it and the next minute he drove a fist into her face. It wasn't a hard blow, or he would have broken her nose. It was only a light tap that made her lose her balance and fall on her ass. "Fucking little cunt," he said. "Why?" she asked.
"You don't even deserve to breathe the same air as my daughter," he said.
Suddenly she was afraid. It was no longer just sex with him. He wanted to beat her, to hurt her.
He wanted to prove his mastery over her.
"Get up," he said.
She got up and he knocked her down again. This time he picked her up by her hair.
"I'm going to fuck your ass off," he said.
He dragged her to one of the benches near the shower and he made her get on her hands and knees at the end of the bench. He didn't undress. He pressed his hard cock against her cunt.
"I'm going to give it to you like nobody has ever given it to you," he said.
She could hear the loudspeaker announcing the winner of the race. It was Leslie. She closed her eyes as her father's prick slammed savagely into her warm cunt. It hurt but he didn't care.
He wanted her to get no enjoyment out of it. All he wanted was to get his own enjoyment out of it. He grunted as he began to fuck her rapidly.
"Move your ass, cunt," he said. "Move your ass."
She moved against him as much as she could, wanting to get it over with. It wasn't long. She heard him grunt again and then his balls released his thick wad of jism into her. He quickly pulled out of her and let his thick jism run onto her ass. "Cum for the cunt," he laughed.
He made her turn around and he placed his cock against her mouth. He was only slightly hard, but she tasted his salty jism.
"Clean me," he said. "Clean my prick."
She ran her tongue all over his prick and balls, cleaning every drop of cum from him. He sighed as his prick went completely limp. He stuffed it back into his trousers.
"You like to fuck, don't you," he said.
She didn't answer and he grabbed her hair and held her face up to him.
"I asked you a question," he said.
"No," she protested.
He slapped her face, leaving the imprint of his fingers. He slapped her twice more before she changed her answers.
"All right," she said. "I like to. I like to fuck!" He stopped slapping her. He took off his suit coat and told her to put it on. He took her hand and led her toward the back door.
"You can't get out here," she said.
He kicked the door and it opened with the cracking sound of rotten wood.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"Someplace where you can fuck as long as you want to," he said.
He dragged her to his car and pushed her into the front seat. She could hear the loudspeaker announcing the last race as he drove the car out of the parking lot. He drove toward the town and he turned off in a direction that Marilyn had never been.
She knew what was there. The old housing project. Her mother had warned her many times not to go there, for old drunks and trashy people were always around.