Marion's heart began to pound and she caught her breath.
"Oh… y… yes…" she stammered, "what is it you want?"
"Oh, my darling girl, I simply wanted to find out if you would be coming to the worship service tonight. It will be especially in your honor."
Marion froze, unable to speak. She didn't want to go back there, ever! She couldn't!
"Well…" she said softly. "I'm not sure I can come. You see my husband had planned to do something tonight and I promised…"
"Not coming?" Alida queried imperiously. "Oh, my dear, you must come. Surely your husband realizes how important this is to your development. And surely you won't let him stand in the way!"
"I… I'm… I'm afraid I have no choice. I'm sorry…"
There was a long icy silence over the phone. Then suddenly Alida spoke again, this time with deceptive cheeriness.
"Ah, well, then surely you can help us in another way today."
"What do you mean?"
"Vallus spoke to me last night, as I sat in meditation. He spoke to me more clearly than ever before. He said: 'Alida, now that the new priestess has come, my chosen one, we must expand our facilities. Only when we dwell in a greater temple, a temple large enough to fully encompass the magnitude of my power, only then will we be able to become the worldwide force that is our destiny.' Don't you see, Marion? A larger room, a larger worship chamber so more worshipers can come…"
"But I don't see… I mean… how…"
"How you can help?"
"Y… yes…"
"Money."
Marion sat in her kitchen holding the phone against her ear in utter disbelief. So! That was it! That was what they wanted all along! She renewed her determination to sever connection completely with this corrupt group.
Oh, Ed, she thought suddenly, how right you were! Why didn't I listen to you!
"I'm sorry… I don't have any money," she said.
There was another short silence, then Alida spoke with alarming sharpness.
"Don't give me that. We know you've got some money. You be down here by three o'clock with money or…"
Marion couldn't believe the change in tone. And what was she threatening?
"What will you do if I don't come down with it?" she asked.
"Well," Alida continued in a cold drawl, "we have some photographs taken of you… you and Raoul… in the worship chamber… yesterday… taken from a two-way mirror. I think your husband will find them most interesting… yes, most interesting…"
Marion was stiff with alarm. A shudder of fear ran through her. They had taken pictures of her grotesque interlude with Raoul! A rush of shame and guilt coursed through her body; she felt suffused with degradation.
"See you this afternoon, darling?" Alida asked.
"Y… y… yess…" Marion whispered tears forming in her eyes, "yes… yes…"
There was a click as Alida hung up.
Ed was working under the huge, luxury Imperial when Lorraine's car pulled into the garage. He didn't even hear her until her smooth, silky voice called to him under the car.
"Say, handsome, can you give me a little hi-test?"
He slid out from under the gleaming auto on the wheeled dolly. His face broke out in a wide grin as he caught sight of her flaming red hair and the lush, sloping breasts barely concealed behind the thin material of her blouse. She wore a mini-skirt of the barest minimum length, so short that from his advantageous position on the dolly, he could see the entire length of her statuesque legs and thighs, almost right up into the honey-bush of her pussy.
"Hi," he said. He stood up and wiped the grease onto his dungarees. "Surprise visit, huh?"
"Yes," she said, her eyes roving over every muscular inch of his hard, lean body. Seeing him in his own environment of the garage only heightened her excitement. The chains hanging from the rafters, the tires, the grease, the smell of oil and gas, combined with his incredible physique and tight, dirty work-clothes, gave him an animal-like sexuality. Lorraine became tingly with lusty expectation. She had driven to the garage on a whim; she'd been feeling restless all morning, and she wanted him again. Her body ached to feel him inside her. She reached out and took his hand and placed it up under her short skirt, right on the soft, moist mound between her legs.
Ed was taken completely by surprise.
Christ, she's not wearing anything under that little bit of a skirt. My hand's right on her naked pussy!
The redhead indeed had brazenly clamped Ed's hand over her open cuntal entrance, and was sliding her hips back and forth over his dirty palm leaving no question in his mind what she wanted and why she was here.
Ed glanced about and realized that they could be seen from the street.
"Hey, listen babe, I hate like hell to stop this, but maybe this isn't such a good place, you know what I mean?"
"Why not?" she asked coyly, rubbing more furiously over his grease-stained fingers, obscenely spreading her legs so that his fingers were placed right over the wet, excited flesh of her vaginal slit. "I like it here. It's… uh, it's exciting."
God, this is some hot bitch, he thought. She wants to do it anywhere, anytime!
"Well," he said finally, straining to think clearly, driven to a fever pitch of passion by her vulgar gestures, "lemme close up the garage. If the boss gets word of what's going on, I'll be fired for sure."
"Whatever you say, lover," she cooed, releasing his hand.
Ed walked into the station office. There was nobody outside, and it looked like it would be a slow afternoon. Despite his passion for Lorraine, he had some doubts about closing up. After all it was practically unheard of to close a gas station in the middle of a weekday afternoon; in fact he knew if he was discovered, he would be fired on the spot. But his surging lust for this strange, exotic young woman overcame all his doubt and anxiety. Indeed the minute Lorraine had placed his grimy palm on her obscenely naked cunt his penis had hardened instantly, and it was still pulsing savagely, longing to fuck her immediately. He pulled down the shade of the office and locked the door carefully. Then he lowered each of the garage doors, so that the garage was locked up tighter than a drum. For good measure, he hung a "back in one hour" sign on the door. Then, after a last look around the street and pavement to make sure they were empty, he went into the garage. What he saw made his eyes pop.
Lorraine had taken off all her clothes and was sprawled on the shining metal hood of the Imperial standing on the grease rack. She was lying on her stomach, her white skin and bright red hair a vivid contrast to the glistening dark maroon of the car metal. She began undulating and twisting her body on the cool metal as if she were trying to… to fuck the shining hood! Her eyes were half-closed as she bucked and writhed. Ed stared in disbelief. In the back of his mind something told him that Lorraine's depravity was deeper than anything he had ever known in any girl; she seemed to go to any lengths to satisfy her senses. Maybe, he thought, maybe this is what comes of Vallus; maybe she's gone crazy from what she learned in that cult. But these thoughts were but a dim call; primary in his consciousness was his own lust and the sense of lewd delight that rippled through him as he saw her warm, gleaming body undulating on the cold metal of that streamlined car. His penis shuddered with a new spasm of aching desire. Half-crazed with what he saw, he began to tear off his own clothes, longing to join the wanton redhead in whatever sensual desires happened to come to them.
Lorraine's eyes widened with obscene delight as she saw this sandy-haired, muscular man frantically stripping himself. She watched intently as he exposed his thick chest, strewn with light, curling hairs. She stared at the hard sculptured ridges of his stomach, rippling and tightening as he leaned over to remove his grimy boots and jeans. Soon his body was completely nude, and Lorraine drank in every beautiful inch of him with increasing desire. His strong, hairy legs, his thighs and buttocks, so sinewy and lean, and his enormous cock and balls all intensified her craving to have him take her in the garage, to fuck her breathless!