Chapter 4
Eva woke with a furry taste in her mouth. She knew it was the brandy, but there was the fatigue of the boy's body, too. She felt lousy and she knew it was from what she had done, what she had been doing. Yet, what else was there? She tried to justify her actions with her charges, but on a purely intellectual basis there was simply none. In the diffused glow of the bright sunlight streaming through her windows, she looked at her body. It wasn't jaded or turned like the portrait of Dorian Gray, but she felt some of the wickedness come through her conscience, a hangover, both boozy and from puritanical upbringing, she thought.
The passionate nature of the night was shunted aside as she thought of how she must be able to keep control of the dozen kids. And then she thought of Bob Haas. She had let him go the night before, concerned more for her own sexual satisfaction than she was in exercising her authority. But the daylight reminded her of her duties, and she knew that she would have to have a talk with Bob Haas before the end of the day. As she dressed, she resolved herself to the uncomfortable task. In the last analysis, she didn't really like the boy at all. Again she was hit with more self-chastisement. Supervisors should not have those kinds of thoughts, she reminded herself.
Hours around the camp, she thought, had become much too lax. Breakfast had already been prepared and served for all the kids and she had missed it. Yet no one had bothered to come to her quarters and remind her of the time. Were they not caring about her any more? She let the thought fall away from her like the sand under her feet as she walked towards the cooking area. Only Pedro was waiting.
"Some fruit, Eva?"
She nodded and accepted the wild melon slice, cool and wet, despite the heat of the day. Ellen, she noticed was sitting under a tree not far away from the cooking area, but far enough away so that Pedro's voice would not be heard. Eva quickly surmised what the relationship was, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. What could she say? It was she who had really seduced the girl and turned her over to Pedro. Now it was the girl's turn to make decisions. If she liked it ... To hell with it, Eva thought and started to turn away from her dark-eyed lover.
"Don't be jealous," he said softly. "After all, you had the all-America boy last night. So what's the difference? I thought we had an agreement. But in case you've forgotten, remember this. I'm the only one around with a weapon, and I'm the only one who knows how to use it. Those kids might rebel one of these days and just might slit your throat, Mees Gorst."
She walked away from him, but she walked in the opposite direction of Ellen. What he had said might be true, but she was still in control. But she didn't want to argue about it then. Her head hurt and she was shaking just a little bit. She knew she needed rest.
"Hey, Eva," he said even more softly. "We're on the same side. And just in case you're interested, you're much better in the sack than the kid over there."
She managed a smile as she turned to him. "In that case, don't rub my nose in it, darling." She paused a moment, wanting to slam some other insult into him, but she remembered her unfinished business. "By the way, partner. Would you get Bob Haas to come to my quarters. I have to give him a little hell for the fight yesterday."
"If that's hell, Eva, then what can heaven be like?"
She ignored the remark and glared at him. He smiled and nodded, affirming that he would get the boy for her and make him go to her room.
Her confidence that Pedro was still frightened of her in some way renewed, Eva changed, directions and walked over to Ellen. The girl smiled up, a smile of intrigue and knowledge. Miss Gorst no longer scared her or represented the authority as far as she was concerned. Eva returned the smile.
"It was a great evening," she said, still looking right into Eva's face. "I managed to bring Pedro off about three times with my mouth. Do you enjoy sucking cock, too, Miss Gorst? I just love it."
"I'd rather not discuss it," Eva said.
"It's better than eating cunt," the girl said. "A lot better, especially when Pedro licks mine at the same time. Groovy. Ever had it that way?"
Eva resisted the impulse to slap the girl's face. "We'll talk about it sometime. I was just wondering if you had seen Bob around this morning. If you do, have him come to my quarters. I want to talk to him."
She turned away from the girl, not wanting to hear any more of the girl's foul tongue. For an instant, Eva felt that twinge of conscience again, feeling that she had generated a monster in Ellen, but it passed quickly and she walked away from the smiling Pedro and the smug-faced teenager.
Eva walked down to the beach and sat in the sand, running the soft white granules through her toes and gazing indifferently out onto the blue wafer. Her eye caught the splash in the distance and she realized that it was Kevin, swimming alone again and much too far out.
She wanted to cry out to him, but she caught her-self, realizing that he looked so perfect there in the lonely water. She lay down on the sand instead, letting the hot sun bake the guilty thoughts and the hangover out of her system. He would be all rights she thought.
The salt water stung Kevin's eyes, blurring the shore. He saw someone come there and sit, but he didn't think about who it might be and he didn't care. The water was his cleansing medium. It would take away the filth of the night before and even as he thought about it he wanted to plunge to the bottom of the clear lagoon and stay there placidly among the thousands of colorful fish and the inviting beckoning of the dark growth there. It seemed in the brilliance of the day to all have been a dream. He wanted to say to himself that he had not put his mouth against Gorst's cunt, not licked the tart smelling crotch, not been a cunt-lapper, derisive butt of so many jokes. But he had. And he opened his mouth for a penitential swallow of salt water, spitting it high over his Head as if to clear himself in that way. He began to wonder then about the story that the kid Carl had told after he was called to her quarters. Did she suck him off? The kid said she did. To hell with it, Kevin thought, and dove under the blue water again. He felt that he had done something that was against his code, but she had done it to him. She was really the bad one, he thought, surfacing at last and taking great gulps of air. She was the bad one. And he would remain pure.
The sun became too warm for her and Eva got up from the sand, brushing the stuff from her body. She looked again out onto the lagoon and saw Kevin. He was still swimming strong. There was no need to worry about him, she thought, and then she turned and walked back to her room. It was only slightly cooler there, but there was the brandy, and she felt that she needed the drink then, a kind of hair-of-the-dog cure, most effective she had been told by drinkers of long standing.
Ellen and Pedro were gone from the cooking area when she passed by, but she didn't give them much more thought. They would be experiencing everything, even in the heat of the day.
She had just settled down to a drink when one of the younger girls came in with a cut foot. Her name was Ann Zimmer, age fifteen and some months. Precocious and very well developed for her age. Eva bandaged the cut and felt the stirrings of the previous night after Kevin had left her. The girl seemed to be willing for anything, Eva thought, but then, she added, all the damned kids of this group seemed willing for just about anything.
Eva smiled her most professional smile, a condescending smile that she had always twitted in private and yet knew was effective. She could see in the girl's face that she wanted just a little more than a bandage, but did she want that much? Eva fought with herself in the instant that it took to think about it. And she gave in.
Ann Zimmer was one of the early developers, both physically and emotionally. Eva thought that she might not be a virgin, but she wasn't sure. The girl had almost the same cockiness, if that was the right word for a girl, that Sally had, a kind of worldliness beyond her years. It was not entirely unbecoming, Eva thought, but there was something very irritating about the girl's attitude, too, something that made Eva want to hurt, subjugate.
"That should do it," Eva said, sitting back on her chair after bandaging the foot. Yet the girl didn't make any move to get away, not even when Eva picked up her glass of brandy and sipped it slowly. The nurse tried to avoid the girl's eyes, thinking that indifference would be the best bait to get the girl's young body next to her own.
Eva became conscious of the stillness or the hot afternoon, a quiet that made the birds silent as any effort would only increase their discomfort. The other kids had gone somewhere else, down to the beach, Eva surmised, or off into the jungle. Was there something about her that the girl guessed? Had Ellen told? Eva sipped her brandy and turned finally to the girl, not caring one way or another whether the girl knew about her.
"Is there something else, Ann?"
The girl shook her head, but she still didn't get up to leave. "It's very hot, isn't it, Miss Gorst?" There was a long pause as Eva nodded her head, choosing to remain silent also. "Miss Gorst," the girl said again, "will we be rescued pretty soon?"
There was the question again, over and over. Eva wanted to scream that she didn't know and didn't really give a damn, but she smiled at the youngster. "That's very hard to say, Ann. We must simply make the most of what we have until help arrives."
She thought for a moment that the girl was about to cry, but then she realized that the girl was just making idle conversation. She was stalling. She was waiting for something. Perhaps Ellen had told.
Without saying anything, Eva poured herself another drink. She had turned from the girl, but was conscious of her presence, aware of the girl's nubile young body and only too aware of how much she herself wanted to fondle that body, crush the sweet lips of her juvenile pubes to her mouth, lick deep into the virginal hole and bring out the wildest emotions that the girl had ever dreamed of. But there was that irritating quality about Ann that kept Eva standing off, kept her from doing what she knew she wanted to do and what she felt certain the girl wanted her to do. Eva gritted her teeth and then took another sip of brandy.
"I think that you had better run along and find the others, Ann. Perhaps you can come back this evening and well have more time to talk. I'm sorry, dear, but I feel the heat right now, and I think that I'll take a nap. You understand?"
"Could I come back this evening?"
Eva turned and looked closely at the girl again. She nodded her head and her eyes swept over the soft contours of the youthful body, still girlish and yet almost fully blossomed into womanhood. Oh yes! Eva thought, you most certainly can come back. She was about to tell Ann that there was no need for her to go when there was a knock at the door.
Bob Haas was standing sheepishly outside the screen, big physique outlined in the glare of the mid-day sun.
"You wanted to see me, Miss Gorst?"
Eva told Ann to run along and told Bob to come in. The two passed each other at the entry without saying a word. Ann had given the boy a slight smiles but he didn't acknowledge it.
"Sit down, Bob," Eva said, pointing to the chair that Ann had vacated. "You know, of course, why I called you here. I won't go into the fight you had yesterday. Let's just forget that incident. Fortunately there was no serious damage done."
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I just threw it. I didn't know that it would hurt him. I didn't think that I would hit him, even."
She shrugged, "It doesn't matter right now, but you must understand that we're here and we must all cooperate. We can't afford to have fights. We have to work together. We're here for survival and we're lucky to be alive. And I think that you know that."
He hung his head and nodded in agreement. "But there's something that I want to tell you," he blurted out and the words said were regretted instantly.
Eva looked at him closely. He was big for his age, spoiled, used to having his own way in everything, she thought. What does he want to tell? She almost laughed when she thought of how she guessed that he would be a good ally, an ear to the children's camp, and how she was going to make him that way. Now? "Well, Bob?"
"I didn't mean anything," he said.
"Of course, Bob. But I think that there's something bothering you. Wouldn't you like to tell me?"
He started to get up, but Eva stepped in front of him, her blouse open more than usual to let in whatever breath of air she could find. He knew it was for the heat, yet he felt intimidated by it, too, and looked up at Eva rather than stare at the firm globes of her breasts. He met her eyes and then turned away. "It's Carl," he said softly. "Carl says you did something to him."
"What did Carl say?"
Bob stammered and the blood rushed to his face. "He said that you did something to him with your mouth."
Eva smiled at the boy's embarrassment, tempted at first to say the words for him, but then enjoying his discomfort more and more. She urged him. "My mouth?"
Bob's face was now beet red and he tried to look away from the woman who stood before him. His eyes fell and came to rest on the bare flesh of her bosom where her blouse was open. "He said you sucked him."
"Sucked him? But what do you mean, Bob?" She was beginning to enjoy it more and more.
"He said that you sucked his, his ... you know. He said that you sucked his prick." It came out quickly and Bob jumped to his feet and made for the door, but Eva held him back. He tried to break f loose; but she put herself between him and the door. "Did you believe him?"
Bob turned away from her and nodded his head. Eva wanted to laugh at him.
"Well," she said at last, "I did blow him. He was so nervous that I thought that he might hurt himself in despair. Do you understand that?"
Bob shook his head.
"It doesn't matter, but I hope that you'll put a stop to his talking about it." She knew what was burning in the boy's mind and she waited, savoring his chagrin and his tied tongue. "I wouldn't want everyone to know our little secret, Bob. And I can be very nice to those who help me out, if you know what I mean."
Eva closed the door, making the stillness of the hot afternoon even more oppressive, but suddenly the heat didn't bother her much. She wanted to take the boy's cock, big cock, she guessed, into her mouth and suck him until he cried with delight. But she was going to do more.
Bob turned to her when he heard the door close and looked at her face. Eva was smiling and slowly unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. "Would you? I mean do it to me, too?" Eva dropped her blouse on the floor, exposing her full breasts, the nipples already stiff with anticipated desire.
"Take your shorts off, Bob," she said coolly. "I want to examine you closely."
He dropped his shorts and stood in front of her completely naked. His cock stuck out like a flagpole, hard and even bigger than she had imagined. She felt a quiver of desire between her legs, but she didn't show it and tried to force it away. Slowly she walked over to her chair and sat down, picking up her drink and sipping it. "Come here, Bob," she said sharply, surprising the boy who obeyed immediately.
When he was right in front of her, she reached over and cupped his scrotum, weighing the passion-filled bag and silently approving. "Spread your legs," she said again with the sharp note of command and he spread his legs. "Wider." When he obeyed, she ran her hand under him and eased a finger into the outer ring of his ass.
"Tell me, Bob. Have you ever had a blow job before?" He shook his head. "But you do fuck girls, don't you?"
"A couple," he said hoarsely, feeling suddenly very foolish standing in front of the semi-naked grown woman with his hard-on almost in her face. He wanted to move his cock right into her mouth, but he felt that she was the one to make the first move. So he stood there and replied uneasily to her questioning.
"Didn't the girls ever suck you off?" Again he just shook his head, his voice caught in his throat as her finger began a slow in and out pulsing at his anus. "But did you ask them to?" Again just a shake of his head. "I bet you really wanted some of them to suck your prick, though, didn't you?" Bob nodded.
"Did you ever eat a girl's cunt?"
"No," he cried out and pushed his cock towards Eva's mouth. She stopped him by grabbing the throbbing member with her other hand, squeezing the shaft of flesh tightly in her grip.
"You've been missing half the fun of fucking, Bob," she said, smiling up at his discomforted expression. "I think that you should eat cunt before you get a blow job, don't you?"
"I ... I ... don't know. I've never done anything like that," he said.
"We'll change all that, won't we? If I suck your cock, will you eat my cunt?"
The blood was roaring to his head. He felt dizzy and more excited than he could ever remember, "Yes, yes," he finally blurted. "I'll do anything, Miss Gorst. But please do something."
"How many times a day do you masturbate?" Eva asked it matter-of-factly and began to stroke his cock slowly. "Once? Twice? Tell me, Bob. I have to know how passionate you are." Inside her head she was gloating as his face turned even more purple.
"Once. Sometimes not at all."
"Show me, Bob. I want to see you jack off," she whispered, releasing her hold of his cock and then guiding one of his hands down to it. "Just give me a few movements, Bob. Then I'll blow you, but jack it first."
She could see that he was reluctant, but he dared not refuse. Slowly he worked his hand around his cock and began to rub it up and down, gradually increasing the speed as the desire for release overcame his embarrassment of her presence. He closed his eyes and beat his cock faster and faster until Eva stopped him suddenly and pulled him close to her face.
His thick red knob glided over her lips and her tongue whipped out to cushion the glans from her teeth. She swallowed hard and began licking the sensitive underside of his penis until she heard him moaning with pleasure, felt the tightening of his buttocks around her still probing finger. Bob rolled his hips forward, sinking his cock deeper into her mouth, but she had wrapped her free hand around the base of it by then and limited his entry to the hot wet hole of her head. Then it was her turn to become the aroused one and she sucked and salivated over his prick with frenzy. Suddenly he began to shake all over and knowing that he was about to come, Eva rammed her finger as hard as she could up his ass just as he unloaded his thick spurt of semen into the back of her throat. Eva sighed and swallowed it with pleasure, sucking until he was beginning to grow limp.
She washed down his love juice with a short jolt of brandy. He was still standing in front of her when she looked up at him. "Was that good?"
"Oh yes. That's the greatest." But now the passion was ebbing and he felt like running as far from the woman as he could.
"You can get dressed, Bob, and if you want any more of the same treatment, you'll have to keep it very secret. And you can do something else, too, Bob."
"Sure. Anything at all. Just name it."
"I want you to keep me informed about everything that goes on. You know, be my secret ears when the kids are talking. If you do that for me, I'll be happy to show you some other things, too. Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Bob? Stick that cock of yours into my cunt?"
He nodded, suddenly embarrassed by her words, Quickly he pulled his shorts up and walked to the door. Eva waved goodbye, confident that he would be back with everything that she ever wanted to know about what went on behind her back.
After he had gone, Eva stripped out of her shorts and put on her robe. The heat in the hut remained as oppressive as it had been all day, but she felt cooler in the robe, enough cooler to try to take the promised nap. Sexual excitement and a little brandy, she thought, made one helluva fine sleeping potion.
By staying very still, Eva found that the heat did not bother her so much. She stretched out on the bed, relaxed and felt the first soothing edges of rest come to her along with thoughts of little Ann Zimmer. She wondered momentarily whether the precocious girl would return after dark. Certainly Ann wanted something more than talk, something that she would have given her had Bob not arrived on the scene. But the boy had arrived and she felt that her own physical needs were more important.
Eva closed her eyes and put herself to sleep, thinking of how she would make Ann, make Ann the aggressor and really humble her for the behavior Eva disliked. The girl had been too suggestive, almost open in wanting Eva to make a pass at her. It was the obviousness of her actions that irritated her, and she would pay for them-Ann would pay for them, that is.