Haltingly, almost shyly, Virgie told him about the rape, and then being brought out by Arlene McCoy, and how she had turned to him through bitterness when she saw Sally Sue take off with Stan Oakes. Then she said she had an idea.
"Terry, I don't want to be gay all my life. In a way I dig going down on you… but I'm not ready for a man all the way. If it was a choice of you or Sally Sue right now, you wouldn't have a chance. We're both in love with her. I'm a girl and you're jailbait for her…but maybe we can twist it around so we can do it all together… the three of us."
"All at once?" the handsome youth said, amazed at the thought.
"There are lots of ways. I've got some books and pictures. Just imagine the two of us working on her at once! I lick her cunt until she's out of her mind while you kiss her breasts and then put that big thing of yours in her beautiful mouth!"
"Damn, she'd never go for that!" the boy said positively.
"If she blows a little grass… sees me go down on you, she might get in the mood. You said she's hot as a firecracker when she lets her guard down."
"Well, yeah.. " he agreed. It was possible.
"We'll work it out." Suddenly she shifted, straddling him and brought her hot young cunt down on his mouth as she said, "Eat me… tongue me, Terry… I'm so damn hot, just thinking about it that I'll cum in a couple of seconds."
Two days later, Sally Sue Bennett found herself chafing at the bit. She felt fine, if a bit hot at times, and lacked some of her normal exuberant energy. Her doctor said she was running a temperature and kept her pumped full of antibiotics. A man who looked ahead, he'd had a mechanic temporarily immobilize both the BMW motorcycle and the MG which Terry had returned while she was asleep. Sally Sue blushed to think of how she had lewdly given herself to the teenager and the wild pleasure it had brought her. She admitted to herself it all wasn't to be blamed on the drugs. She'd wanted him, wanted his virile young cock fucking her to sweet oblivion. She wondered where and how, at his young age, he'd learned to be such a magnificent lover.
Well, it was a moot question, for she could never let anything like that happen ever again! He was only a baby! If it were ever discovered, she'd be disgraced. Her budding career would be at an end – and she might be in prison.
Yet being with Terry had awakened something within her, Sally Sue knew. A wanton lewdness she'd never suspected. The thing he'd done to her with his mouth! That absolutely settled it – she had to take a lover, and quickly! Or she would not be able to resist the next time she saw the tall, handsome youth.
Stan Oakes? Well, he was several years younger than herself, but even though she hadn't cum with him, he had been more than adequate, and now that Terry had freed her from some of her inhibitions, he might fill her needs. He had been eager to lick her pussy, and she wished now she had let him, because if she had, the horribly shameful incident with Terry would never have happened. Although Stan was only a trainee at the small station, he seemed to have enough money. He dressed well and kept an expensive sports cars. And he seemed almost boyishly shy – certainly more so than Terry.
She wondered again how Terry had become so skilled with women at such a young age. She was amazed that his father would let him have his own apartment, but she guessed that was the way the younger generation was being handled these days. Sally Sue fed her animals and turned the cheetah and Airdale into their exercise yard, then took two of the pills the doctor had left for her on his last call. Stripping her jeans and faded shirt off, she slipped into her brief terrycloth robe and went to lie on her bed. She knew that in a few minutes, the antibiotics would make her drowsy. She turned on her bedside radio to the taped Sally Sue Show. She was glad she kept enough tapes ahead so no one would replace her during vacations or illnesses.
She was listening to a rap session she'd taped almost two months ago, when the doorbell chime interrupted her reverie. Slightly dizzy from the effects of her medication, she answered it and for a moment didn't recognize the slender, blue-eyed little blonde at the entry. Then she remembered putting her on the air from Rosie's. Her name… Virgie… Virgie Green. Whatever could she want?
Virgie put on her little girl smile and at the same time noted the dilated pupils of Sally Sue's dark eyes. Good! She was doped out again. It might not be necessary to use the marijuana cigarettes she'd brought, rolled in a machine so they looked like any other cigarettes. Sally Sue might be an easy victim, susceptible to the elaborate plan she and Terry Claff had worked out.
It amounted to friendly persuasion if possible. If not, then terrorize her into submission.
"Virgie!" Sally Sue said, puzzled.
"Sally Sue, the group is worried about you. I came to see if you're okay," the little blonde said, smiling.
"I'm fine… I guess… just loaded with antibiotics," Sally Sue replied, sweeping her long dark hair back. "Gosh, it's nice of you to check on me! Come in and have a Coke!"
Virgie couldn't keep her eyes from the long, slender legs as Sally Sue led the way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and uncapped two bottles of the soft drink. She thought how it would be to have those soft thighs framing her face, and became more determined than ever that it would happen today before she left. Virgie had come to enjoy having Terry's thick cock spurting out its heated cum between her avid lips, and his skilled tongue in her pussy, but nothing could be as delicious as the treasure barely hidden by Sally Sue's short robe.
The two teenagers had carefully planned their campaign to seduce the dark-haired disc jockey, scheming during one long, exhausting night. It would leave the older woman putty in their hands from that time on, malleable as bread dough and screaming for more of everything. Thinking of his anally-oriented stepmother, Terry wanted to shove his cock up Sally Sue's beautiful buttocks but decided to save that for later, at a time when Virgie wasn't there.
After a long and careful discussion of Terry's experience with Sally Sue, the two youngsters decided that in a drugged condition, Sally Sue could be enslaved and bent to their will, if they moved slowly. Not for just one night, but for years.
Now, as she sat on the sofa with the soft drink, Virgie drew a cigarette case from her purse and offered one to Sally Sue.
"I hardly ever smoke," Sally Sue said. "I have to keep my voice… it's my only asset."
"You're putting me on," her young guest said with a laugh. "Racquel Welch would like to have your assets! Anyway, these are very mild, the only kind my father will let me smoke. Try one. It's a special blend. You have to inhale deep to get anything at all. They're more something to do with your hands when you're nervous than anything."
Had she not been under the heavy medication, Sally Sue would have been alerted by the admonition to inhale deeply and hold it. As it was, the implication was lost on her. She had no idea she was about to smoke potent Acapulco Gold marijuana. When she coughed at the first lungfull, she thought it was only because she smoked so seldom. The beautiful young blonde beside her was puffing her own cigarette nonchalantly, and Sally Sue followed suit. After a time, a euphoria seemed to claim her, and she had no hesitation in accepting a second cigarette. She began to float. Time slowed down. Eventually she realized their glasses were empty and got up to refill them.
She almost fell, but the pretty little blonde was there to catch her.
"Ooooooohhhh.. " she moaned. "The things those doctors give you… I've got to lie down…"
"Come on, I'll help you," Virgie said.
The conniving little blonde helped her to the bedroom, making soothing sounds and Sally Sue didn't resist as she felt her robe being removed. The sheet was cool beneath her naked body and the room dimly lighted. Her head was spinning and she vowed to take no more of the pills.