The girl slowly lifted one cunt juice-soaked finger to her lips and sucked on just the tip. She smiled. More of her wet finger went between her ruby lips. Soon, she was sucking noisily on her finger.
She slowly fucked her face using that finger.
Katherine blinked as something wet spattered into her face. She tossed the mane of hair out of her eyes and felt the thick gob running down her cheeks. She didn't have to wipe it away to know what it was. The man had come, his cock spitting a huge gob of jism all the way onto the stage – and into her face.
She heard the man say, "Shit, Bennett, this is the best damned show I ever saw. You know that order for fifty thousand? Make it a hundred thousand. And I'll be back next month to talk about a more permanent contract with the store. If… if you can supply models like this one again."
"Yes, sir, no problem."
They both stood and left Katherine crouching in the middle of the stage. For a long time, she didn't know what to do. The elation she had felt was gone. The sexual thrills she had built up in her body had vanished. She felt drained, used, degraded.
What had seemed so worthwhile before now seemed sordid to her. She went back to the dressing room to get her clothes – and to cry.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Aw, come on, Katherine, all I'm asking for is a date. It's not like I wanted anything more," said Martin, almost pleading. He couldn't understand what was wrong with the girl. For the past week, she had been distant and acted as if he was going to rape her at any second.
The thought had occurred to the man, but he had decided it would be a lot more fun if she would cooperate. Screwing wasn't his sole reason for wanting to be with her. But the way she was acting, it might as well have been.
"I want to see you. What say I pick you up around seven and we can… What's wrong, Katherine?" he asked, exasperated. Women could be such a pain in the as at times.
"Nothing."
"Say more than one word at a time. Tell me. I'm supposed to be your guy. I'm supposed to be the one you can come to if you've got problems. Is it work?" He looked around the deserted department and asked: "Is it that there aren't all that many customers and the boss is blaming you? Goddamn it!" he yelled. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Martin. I just don't want to go out with you tonight. Maybe some other time."
"Is it that time of month or something?" he asked, searching for some clue to the teenager's strange behavior. Before, she had always been eager to go out. This was the second time in two days that she had turned him down. Maybe her period was messing over her mind. Maybe, but he had begun to doubt it.
"No, nothing like that. I just want to be alone." The girl floundered for the proper words. How could she tell Martin what was going on inside her head without really insulting him?
She couldn't.
No matter how she worked it all over, she couldn't do it. The way she had been treated at her job was terrible. Bennett came around pinching asses and fondling tits all the day long. She had seen him come up behind Anne, hike the woman's skirts and pull down her panties and fuck her behind the counter. A quickie, he'd called it.
Rape was more like it, from Katherine's point of view. But she had asked Anne why she'd put up with it. It was just as she'd thought. If the woman didn't allow Bennett to do what he wanted, when he wanted, she would be fired. Not on a pretext of not fucking, but because she had come in late for work once or he didn't think she was working hard enough. With too many people looking for too few jobs and inflation tearing everyone's budget apart, they had to put up with a lot of shit to keep their jobs.
Katherine was lucky. Since she had been required to strip before the barely seen man, Bennett had left her alone. She had the feeling, however, that he was savoring her like a fine wine. He was drinking in her beauty with his eyes and preparing himself for the day when he really sampled her charms.
She didn't think her precious virginity would last too much longer.
Men! She hated them all. They were all like Bennett. Even Martin. He was a little better, but fucking was all that he had on his mind. They were all the same and she refused to go out with her boyfriend because of that.
Martin stamped off, mad. She watched him go, her heart hammering hard in her chest. She felt her tit actually shake under each impact of her beating heart, but it was no good. She couldn't even raise her voice enough to call him back.
"A fight with him?" asked Anne.
"No, nothing like that. It's just that I don't want to see anyone. No men, at least. Not right now. I've got so much thinking to do, so much to get clear in my head."
"I think I understand," said Anne, moving closer to her friend. A soothing hand rested on top of the girl's. "Bennett's got you all bent out of shape, doesn't he? You can't stand the sight of any man because of what he's doing to you."
"I guess that's right," Katherine admitted. She found it hard even to talk to Anne – and Anne was putting up with the same crap that she was.
"What has he made you do? He comes around and fucks me about three times a week, I'd guess he would be exhausted, but I hear from the other clerks that he screws them regularly, too."
"He doesn't do that to me, at least," she sighed. She almost wished he would and get the suspense over with. The sight of the man coming down the aisle made Katherine tense up. Would this be the time that he ordered her to get her skirts hiked up and those tender thighs of hers parted for his hard prick? Would this be the time he popped her cherry and fucked her? The strain of not knowing was driving her out of her mind.
"I guess he's saving you for something special. I heard you put on one hell of a show for that guy last week. A real striptease, from the sound of it. You sure have the body for something like that," the woman said, her eyes drinking in the teenager's trim curves.
Katherine smiled. "Thanks, but you're just saying that. You're the one with the real body. I bet all the men chase after you."
"Can't stand men," the other woman confided. "Always have hated the bastards. So many of them are like Bennett. You, you're not the same, are you?"
The gleam in the woman's eye should have told Katherine what she really meant. She missed that – and the added pressure on top of her hand.
"No, I don't guess so. But I'm getting that way. You saw the way I was nasty to Martin. He's a good guy, really. I don't know if I love him, but he's good and kind and exciting to be with, if you know what I mean."
"He turns you on."
"Yeah," she said, remembering back to when he'd eaten her out in the elevator. Then her mind worked forward a little in time, and she remembered the degradation Bennett had inflicted on her as he'd fucked her butt. What thrill there had been with Martin was lost in the shame of having a man's cock reaming out her ass.
"Ever thought you might turn on women, too?" Anne's hand moved to Katherine's waist and stroked along the line of her skirt. The hand came to rest on the girl's spine. "And you might get turned on by them," she added, almost under her breath.
Katherine turned, surprised. She knew then what the woman was telling her. "I… no! I don't swing that way. I'm strictly a girl for some guys. I've never made it with a chick." She looked into Anne's shining green eyes. The redhead moved a little closer, the tips of her boobs brushing lightly against Katherine's.
The touch of tit to tit was electric. The teenager couldn't explain what happened to her, but all of her frustrations with men were forgotten. She felt herself being drawn toward Anne in a way that was wrong. Women didn't have other women as lovers.
And why not? She couldn't think of a good reason at that instant. The attraction between them was intense and she felt it fully. There wasn't the sordid, dirty feeling that she experienced whenever Bennett walked by. And she was beginning to feel that way with all men. But not with Anne.