Chapter 3
"I'm not a serving girl," Tracy said.
She had forgotten that he was still wearing the rubber gloves. She tried to duck as she saw his fist coming, but she wasn't fast enough. This time he hit her in the stomach and it hurt. She doubled up in pain and fell back against the bed.
"You'll do as Mr. Douglas tells you," Brad said. "Or you'll suffer. Be there at eight or I'll have to come and get you. I don't think you'd like that."
He left her alone. Tracy had the feeling that she wouldn't like his having to come for her. She felt a sudden flash of anger as she thought of her sister. Maggie had gotten her into this. She'd have a few things to say to Maggie when she returned. Tracy glanced at the clock and saw that she had two hours before eight. She decided to take a nap. She got up on one side of the bed and went to deep. A warning bell triggered in her mind just before eight. She got up hurriedly and took a quick, hot shower in her bathroom.
She then took her first real look at her outfit. It was one of those very short skins that a lot of waitresses wore. But it was only a skirt and a pair of expensive panties. There was nothing on top except the two slender straps that kept up the skirt.
She was expected to serve topless.
Tracy knew she shouldn't dare refuse. In a few minutes Brad would be up here after her and she didn't want that. She slipped into the panties and the skirt. She surveyed herself in the minor.
She felt a blush of shame as she stared at herself. She didn't want to go downstairs dressed like this. There was no telling who might be down there.
A soft knock at the door made her jump.
"You've got one minute, Miss," a girl's voice said. "You wouldn't want to be late." She hurried to the door and opened it. A girl dressed like herself stood there. Tracy could tell that this girl was also shamed at the way she was dressed. She was a mousy-looking girl with big, black glasses, small breasts and a weak smile. She looked like she should have been teaching Sunday school rather than being here.
"I'm Tracy, 'Tracy said.
"I'm Louise," she said. "We have to hurry. We'll want to be downstairs at eight."
"Have you been here long?" Tracy asked as they started down the stairs.
"No," Louise said. "This is only -my second time. The first time I wouldn't dress like this and he sent Brad after me." Louise shuddered.
Tracy was very glad she hadn't wanted for Brad to come after her. Brad gave them a frown when they both entered the room. He told them to come behind the bar.
"Louise has done it before," Brad said. Tracy watched his hand caress Louise's leg. Louise said nothing but Tracy could see her body tensing up. Louise was very much afraid of Brad. "She'll show you everything here. Have you ever mixed drinks before?"
"No," Tracy said.
"No matter," he shrugged. "These guys mostly just want one thing. Whiskey and water. That should be easy."
"Yes," Tracy agreed.
Tracy wanted to ask a great many questions but there wasn't time. The guests started arriving. There were about twenty couples, most of them old men with young girls. She found herself working so hard mixing drinks that she forgot about her scanty costume, but now and then she would look up and find some man eyeing her tits hungrily.
Finally the meeting began and Tracy stopped mixing drinks. Nobody made her leave so she found herself listening to Joe explain things about economics and new plans to his guests. She realized that they were mostly business partners of Joe's.
"Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, Joe said with a grin. "We can get to the part you've all been waiting for. Louise, the film."
Tracy saw Louise tense up again. She walked like a zombie to the desk in the corner of the room and brought back a film. She handed it meekly to Joe.
"Put up the projector, Brad."
Tracy noticed that Brad very quickly had the projection table set up and the film in place. Louise had not moved. Joe was running his fingers over her titties.
"What's this film about, Louise?" he asked.
Louise didn't answer. Joe gave her a soft slap on the check.
"What's the film about?" he asked again. "Me," Louise said in a whisper. "Why did we make a film about you?" he asked. Tracy found herself staring into Joe's eyes when be asked the question. She understood that the answer was also meant for her.
"Because I didn't do what you told me," Louise said.
"Exactly," he said. "People should always do what I tell them. Right, Louise."
"Yes, sir," Louise said meekly.
"Stand closer," he said. "Brad, run the film."
The lights went off but not before Tracy bad seen his band slip up the back of Louise's legs to caress her asscheeks. Tracy shivered.
Tracy looked back at the screen.
It was a very rough film. Evidently Louise had been drugged or something because she didn't protest as man after man flicked her brutally. It was the most obscene thing Tracy had ever seen, and the most exciting. She couldn't help the wetness that she felt between her legs.
The film finally stopped. The lights came on and Tracy found herself staring at Louise. She was on her knees taking the long, thick shaft of Joe's cock into her mouth. She was sucking him energetically, almost hungrily, as if she wanted to taste his semen.
Every eye in the room was on her as her ruby lips went down farther and farther on his cock. With one tiny band she fondled his heavy balls.
One man couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and unzipped his trousers. The girl he was with, a sulky-looking brunette, jerked back from him in shock. The man was having none of that. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her head down to his cock.
"Do it, bitch!" he yelled.
Her mouth opened and she sucked in his cock. Tracy could tell she was doing it with distaste, but she was doing the best she could. The man grew angry and pushed her head away.
"You're a lousy cocksucker," he said. "Maybe I should trade you in on a new model."
The girl's face turned very white. Evidently she didn't like his threat to replace her with someone else. She brushed a strand of hair back from her face and lowered her head. This time she drew all of his cock into her mouth.
"That's better," ht said. "That's much better."
Tracy couldn't believe it was happening, but she realized that she was witnessing a real orgy. All of the couples in the room were undressing. Girls were going down on the men they were with.
One tall blonde slipped into her boyfriend's lap. She hiked up her skirt and Tracy saw that she was wearing no panties. She unzipped her boyfriend and reached for his hard cock. Deftly she released his prick from his trousers and slipped it into her cunt.
His hands came around her waist and up to her titties as she started riding him like a horse. Tracy was beginning to get hot. She almost wished it was herself that was riding the man's jutting cock.
She looked around for Brad and saw that he was fondling Louise as she sucked Joe. He positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees. He didn't bother to remove her skirt. He simple took hold of the fabric and ripped it down the back, revealing the pink lips of her already moist cunt. He dropped to his knees behind her and started licking the lips of her pussy. Tracy felt herself grow wet between the legs as she watched.
Now she did wish that it was she who was receiving the wet tongue of Brad. He seemed to know what he was doing. His darting, caressing tongue had Louise moaning in seconds. Her ass started moving as she rubbed her cunt against his loving tongue.
"Oh Jesusssss," Joe was moaning. "I'm coming! I'm going to shoot my hot load! Oh Jesusssssss!"
Tracy thought that Louise would surely take her mouth away, that she wouldn't allow him to pump his cum into her throat. But instead Louise opened her mouth wider and went don farther on his cock.
Tracy watched her jaws move and her throat swallow as she took down every bit of his load without spilling a drop. She kept sucking him until Joe had quit trembling. Brad was standing up and unzipping his trousers. Tracy thought that he was going for seconds, but instead he knelt behind Louise and put the tip of his blood-filled prick to her pussy.
"Tell him what you want, Louise," Joe said.
"I want him to fuck me," Louise said. "I want him to fuck me hard."
Brad moved closer and violently slammed his prick into her cunt. Louise moaned loudly as be started to fuck her from behind. Tracy had never seen it done that way before. She felt her own pussy growing juicier and she slipped her fingers down the front of her skirt.
"Fuck me!" Louise cried. "Fuck me hard!"
It was hard to believe that the mousy-looking girl was enjoying it so much. But there could be no doubt that Louise was enjoying it. She was rubbing herself against Brad as fast as she could and there was a look of pure animal pleasure on her face.
Louise still had her glasses on and they were bouncing on the ridge of her nose with each hard stroke that Brad gave her. Somehow that made the scene even more exciting. Tracy had two fingers into her cunt and she was stroking herself.
She could feel the hot fires racing through her body. Her fingers found the hard bud of her clit and she began to rub it hard. Her fingers were getting wetter from her own juices.
"Ahhhh shit!" Brad cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot my wad!"
"Do it to me," Louise moaned. "Go ahead and shoot your wad into me! Yes, I can feel you squirting! I can feel you coming in meeeeee!"
"Ummmmmm," Tracy moaned. "Ummmmmm!"
She came at the same time Brad and Louise collapsed together on the floor. She saw Louise turn and slip his cock into her willing mouth. Tracy saw Louise's lip and tongue lick the cum from the tip of his reddened cock.
"Having fun?" Joe questioned.
She hadn't seen him come up to her. She felt embarrassed and she quickly took her hand out of her skirt. He was leering at her.
"It's quite a party, isn't it?" "Yes," she agreed.
"I thought you might like it," he said.
He reached over and ran his hand underneath her titties. He stroked both of her nipples.
"You have a pretty pair," he said. "I'm going to enjoy having you around."
He grinned wickedly at her as he walked away.
The orgy was over. The couples had gone and Brad made Tracy and Louise dean up the room. He waited until they were finished and then he gave it an inspection. He nodded that he was satisfied and he left the room.
Tracy sank exhausted into one of the chairs. Louise sat across from her.
"Is it like this all the time?" Tracy asked.
"Sometimes it's worse," Louise said. "Some times it gets really bad."
Worse. Tracy couldn't see how things could have gotten much worse. She was curious about Louise. Louise didn't seem much changed after the ordeal she had just gone through.
"You bad it rough tonight," Tracy observed.
Louise shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said. Sometimes it's worse."
"But why? You don't have to stay here."
"I do have to stay," Louise said.
"Why?" Tracy insisted, "He can't make you stay here. He can't."
Louise gave her a look of sympathy.
"He can do anything he wants," Louise answered. "Absolutely anything."
"You sound as if he owns you," Tracy said.
"He does," Louise admitted. "At least, in a way he does. You see, I worked for him in one of his offices. I had a few hours of secretarial training and big ambitions. I'm afraid I got a little too ambitious and juggled some accounts."
"You mean you stole from him?" Tracy asked. "That's right," Louise answered. "I took about a thousand dollars. It wasn't all that much compared to what be has but it would have been enough to send me to jail."
"How did he find out?" Tracy asked.
Tracy was really interested. She had never met anyone who bad actually stolen something. She was surprised, for the mousy-looking Louise certainly didn't look like a thief.
"I don't know," Louise shrugged. "I suppose he knew all along. He called me into his office one day and he told me that he knew all about my petty thieving. It was a real shock. He asked me what I wanted to do about it. I told him that I'd do anything to keep from going to jail."
"And so be brought you here?" Tracy questioned.
"Not right away. First he shamed me for a while. He would call me into his office when there was a conference going on. He would make me go under the table and take his cock in my mouth. I sucked him off while he talked about annual percentages."
Tracy shivered. "How awful for you."
"Not really," Louise said. "I thought it was until he made me come here. Then I found out how awful things can really be."
Again Tracy felt icy fingers going up and down her spine. What kinds of things could he have in store for her? "What does he make you do here?" Tracy asked.
She was almost afraid of the answer. Louise looked down at the floor and then back at Tracy. Her eyes were a little misty.
"Bad things," Louise said. "But what's worse is that after a while you start liking it. You start wanting him to do things to you."
"I never would," Tracy said.
"Yes you will," Louise said. "You'll do anything he tells you. Anything."
Brad came back into the room again and Louise hurried out. Brad waited until Louise was up the stairs before he nodded to Tracy.
"Mr. Douglas wants to see you," Brad said. "He's in the last room on the hall."
"I'm tired," Tracy said. "I'll see him in the morning."
"You'll go now," Brad said.
His voice was hard and Tracy knew he meant what he said. She didn't want to be hit again in the stomach so she quickly agreed. She left Brad and walked up the stairs. She walked to the last room and knocked at the door.
"Come in," Joe said.
Joe was lying on a big bed in the middle of the room. He wore a purple dressing gown with a gold emblem on the pocket. He had been reading a book but he put it aside.
"Did you get the room clean?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Good," he said. He waved toward the bar. "Do you want a drink?"
"No," she said. "I'm tired. I'm ready for bed." "I would like one," he said.
She sighed. Another time she might have argued, but she was just too tired. She went to his bedroom bar and made him a drink. She brought it back to him and he sipped it.
"Good," he said, smacking his lips.
"What do you want with me?" she asked.
Her voice was sharper than she intended it to be. He sipped again at his drink.
"Did you enjoy our little party?" he asked. "No," she answered.
"You looked at though you were."
"I was sickened by it," she said. "I thought it was disgusting."
"Yet you were excited by it," he said. "Yes," she admitted.
He patted the edge of the bed and she sat down. She noticed that his dressing gown opened at the waist and he was naked beneath it. His limp cock pressed against the robe.
"It's time you had another lesson," he said softly. "Take off all your clothes."
She jumped up from the bed as if it were hot. She paced back and forth in front of him nervously. She had changed her mind about being there. She had decided to go home.
"I want to go home," she said. "I don't want to stay here any more."
His eyes got hard. "That's impossible," be said.
"It's not impossible," she said. "I'm going home. Ask your driver to take me or I'll get my bags and walk. I can always find a phone somewhere."
"You're being foolish," he said, sipping his drink. "You're being very foolish."
"I'm leaving," she said.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"All right," he said. "If you want to leave that the door is open.'' She was a little stunned. She had not expected it to be this easy.
"You mean I can just walk out?" she said.
"Certainly," he said. "I wouldn't keep you here against your will. I can't spare Brad to drive you anywhere, though. You'll have to find your own way.
"All right," Tracy said. "That'll be fine." Tracy left his room with a sense of relief. She could find a ride somehow and she could get back to Maggie's place. She would explain to Maggie that she couldn't go through with it and then she would go back home.
Back to the small town life she had been intended for.
It was wet and cold outside. And dark. She had changed to a pants outfit that helped to keep some of the cold from her body but she still shivered as she stepped outside. She hoped she would be able to find a ride quickly and get back to the warmth of Maggie's apartment.
She started walking fast, swinging her bag, hoping that the brisk walk would warm her up. She hadn't gone very far when a car came up behind her.
The car stopped beside her.
"Do you want a ride, baby?" a man asked.
She started toward the car and then stopped. She didn't like the looks of the car and of the people in it. There were three men in the back seat and two in the front. She could smell whiskey on their breath.
"No thank you," she said. "I'm waiting for a ride. It should come any time now."
"You lying bitch," one man said. "Get in the car."
"No," she said.
She started backing away as one of the men got out of the car and came toward her. He looked big and ugly. She dropped her bag and turned to run. She was not quick enough. He caught her in two steps and his strong arms went around her waist.
"Wait," he told her.
"Let me go," she said. "Let me go!"
His fingers crept up the front of the blouse to caress her titties. She kicked back at him but she missed. One of his hands went around her neck.
"I could hurt you," he said. "Don't fight or I'll hurt you."
"Let me go!" she said again.
This time her kick brought a grunt of pain from him. She felt his hands loosen and she jerked from his grasp. But it was too late for her to get away. Another man had gotten out of the car and was standing in front of her. She turned back toward the road but he was on her in seconds.
"Don't fight," he warned. "Quit your goddamn wiggling."
The two men took her arms and pulled her back to the car. They opened the back door and pitched her into the back seat. There were two men in the back of the car and they grabbed her bands and legs.
A third man slipped into the back seat so that she was lying across them. He started to unbutton her pants and she couldn't wiggle away.
"Let me go," she pleaded. "Let me go. Please let me go."
The man only laughed and continued to undo her pants. He got them undone and opened them up so that her panties were visible. He put his hand into her pants and rubbed her pussy.
"Stop that," she said. "You're an animal. Stop that, you bastard!"
She struggled but it did no good as he peeled her pants halfway down her legs. He put his rough band inside her panties and ran his fingers across the entrance to her pussy. She shivered despite his roughness.
"You can't rape me," she begged them. "Please don't! I'll tell the police!"
"You stupid bitch," be said. He slapped her bard across the face. "You'll tell nobody. You didn't really think Mr. Douglas was ready to let you go."
She stopped struggling as she realized what his words meant. Mr. Douglas had told these men to do this. He had never intended to let her escape his clutches.
"Now just relax," he said. "It'll be easier on you. We have a job to do."
"What are you going to do to me?" Tracy asked.
"I should think that would be obvious," the man said. Tracy winced with pain as one of his rough lingers penetrated her cunt. "We're going to fuck you."
"Oh God no!" Tracy said.