"Right, that does it! Yates is banned from this apartment. And another thing," she yelled, furious that she had slept in, that she had to catch the two-thirty plane to Melbourne and that she would be away until the following Sunday, therefore missing out on some pleasant orgies with the nymphet and Hugh. "When I return I want to see a brand new player."
"We'll all chip in to buy you a new one just as good as the old," Hugh said, winking at his hungover buddies. "Do you agree to that?"
"Sure thing, Hugh," they chorused. Billy added that they would get half the money out of Jim Yates who, he said to Jenny, was about to make some money in a deal in which they were all involved… not much, but they could certainly afford to buy a record player. It would only cost about a hundred dollars.
Jenny distrusted them, knowing that money went through their pockets as fast as beer went down their throats. Anyway, she was in too much of a hurry to think about anything except packing and catching a taxi to Kingsford Smith Airport. She stopped Billy heading for the bathroom and went there herself to join Linda under the shower. She had to break the news that she was going to Melbourne for a series of pictures for a magazine. Lying, to make the girl feel happier, she said that she'd probably return that evening.
Jenny was mystified at Linda's reaction. The girl seemed to be quite apathetic at the idea of being left alone with Hugh, whom Jenny knew couldn't be trusted, and with Billy and Tiger who would fuck any hole with hair around it. They stood close together under the shower, their hair dripping. Jenny wondered if perhaps the pot had damaged the kid's brain. 'Course it couldn't, she reasoned to herself. Just a normal amount and not strong stuff anyway. She drew Linda to her, pressing their wet bodies together.
"What's wrong, my lovely pet? Do you feel sick?" Jenny thought that perhaps she should stay, but breaking a contract could cause loss of work later.
Linda threw her arms around Jenny's waist, pulling her tighter so that their pubic mounds pressed close together.
"I've become a fucking machine, Jenny. I… I just want to be fucked. I love you and I want to be fucked… Jim Yates fucked my bottom last night, and I liked it. I like Hugh to fuck me. I want to lick your cunt, Jenny… I'm a fucking machine…" She burst into hysterical laughter which turned to loud sobs and Jenny led her out of the shower recess to rub her dry with a large towel.
Jenny had never before been faced with this kind of situation. The whole thing had begun as a lark. She had a damned hangover, her mouth tasted like the bottom of a parrot's cage and she was developing a migraine headache. And she had that important job to do.
"Look baby, I love you too and when I get back tonight we can have more fun and games. You can lick my cunt as long as you want. It's just that you're experiencing sex for the first time. All girls like it. So while I'm away just let yourself relax and enjoy it. I only wish I could stay. I like it, too…"
"But don't you see?" the young girl wept as Jenny rubbed her long blonde hair with the towel. "I'm so awfully ashamed of myself. I wanted to marry Tom, my boyfriend. I wanted to save it all up for when we were married. Now I'm craving for cock!" She burst into sobs that shook her body. "I want to fuck and fuck…"
She must still be high, Jenny thought. She's still tripping on those brownies. She plugged in an electric hair dryer to dry her own hair and finish drying Linda's hair. Linda's emotional outburst calmed under the administration of the hot air blowing through her hair and Jenny's caressing hand on her shoulders. When they were dry, Jenny put her arm around the adolescent blonde girl and led her back to the bedroom. She changed the sheets, made up the bed and forced Linda to lie back with her head nestling in a pillow while she busied herself with packing and dressing for the flight. She couldn't help looking at the delightful body stretched full length on the bed and the hand carelessly cupped over the golden-fringed pussy. Her fresh panties were already moistening from an excitement stirring in her own pussy. She swore as she looked at her watch. No time for it, no time even to have one last greedy lick at that temptingly delicate creature. At last, with everything packed, she leaned over the foot of the bed, parted Linda's pretty pink vaginal lips and kissed her suckingly on the clitoris.
"Goodbye my sweet darling. I'll think of you all the way to Melbourne."
Linda moaned, "Oh, don't go now. I want you, oh God, I want you, Jenny."
"No, darling, I must go." And Jenny went out of the room, leaving the door ajar. Hugh was alone in the living room. "Where are the others?" Jenny hoped for a moment that they may have gone back to Brisbane.
"They've got some business to attend to in the city," Hugh lied. "Gotta earn some bread to pay for the record player. When will ya be back, Jenny?"
"Tonight," she said loudly so that Linda could hear, and in a whisper added, "Sunday at the latest. I want to see Linda again before she leaves Australia. Look after her, Hugh, and keep those ruffians away from here. I don't want the apartment wrecked." She offered him her lips and they kissed passionately.
At the front door he kissed her again. "I'm glad you're not all dyke," he said good-humoredly. "I think we're goin' to have more good times together. Perhaps it was those hash cookies you made that made the party go with a bang."
Jenny smiled as he shut the door behind her, and she went out into the blazing sunlight to catch a taxi, little realizing what a devastating effect Hugh's last remark could have on the poor innocent girl listening in the bedroom.
When Hugh looked in she was frenziedly throwing clothes about looking for her dress. "What's up, Princess? Looking for something?" he asked. His shorts were bulging with a growing erection brought on by Jenny's farewell kisses and implied promises for the future.
"I'm getting dressed. I'm going home. I don't want to see you or Jenny ever again," she flung at him. "Get out!" She tried feebly to hit him and began to weep hysterically. "She drugged me, didn't she? She drugged me with hashish."
"Cool it, babe. She had some, too… didn't effect her. Anyway, it was just a little something to make the party swing." He pushed her away and she sat on the bed, her pretty pointed breasts heaving as she held her head in her hands, sobbing. Jenny had deceived her. She hadn't given her the photo. If it was true that a little pot didn't effect Jenny then perhaps it wasn't that; perhaps it was because she really enjoyed what had happened. She was no different from other girls who made love to any man who came along. Her desperate mood gradually subsided. Looking surreptitiously at Hugh's bulging shorts, the sex urge swelled up in her. That's what she wanted: a hot throbbing cock. To hell with Jenny and her vibrator. She wanted that fleshy member Hugh was releasing as he undid his shorts. But first of all she wanted something to eat.
"I'm starving. Get me some food," she demanded, her voice flat and lifeless.
"Sure thing, Princess," he said good-naturedly. "Lie back and wait for it. Orange juice and ham and eggs coming up. I think you're going to earn your keep."
"I'll try," she replied, staring vacantly at his broad shoulders and naked buttocks as he strolled out to the kitchen.