Chapter 10
The last thing he remarked as he left the sexually abused girl was to say, "Give my regards to your hubby."
Lou's damning revelation of Rudy's scheme to make a prostitute of her, the sexual humiliation and abuse she had just endured, the ultimate act of taking a strange man's cock in her mouth and having it spew its semen in her mouth, drove Marcie to what she felt she must do. She would leave Rudy and the flat as fast as she could, before he even got back.
Lou's little threat about the police made her fearful, too. If she got involved in some scandalous doings that made the Upland papers, it would simply kill her parents. She hurried to pack her things.
The possibility of returning to her parents occurred to her, but she quickly elimi nated this. Going home would require painful explanations that would make her an object of pity as far as her family and close friends were concerned. To others who heard the story, she would be an object of ridicule.
No. Going home was out.
She would take her own flat and get a job doing something.
Her packing was completed quickly. With a last look around the flat which had so thrilled her when Rudy had rented it the day before, she carried her bags to the door and let herself out. She didn't want to see Rudy ever again. She didn't even want to leave him a note. He didn't deserve any explanation from her.
Pausing briefly at the sidewalk, she had gone only a few steps, when a car's horn sounded in the street, several quick bleats.
Rudy, she thought. She glanced fearfully.
"Where are you off to?" the blonde girl called. It was Paula Wilkenson.
Marcie didn't want to talk with her. She was a friend of Lou Phillips. Anyway, Marcie hadn't liked her from the beginning.
Without saying anything, Marcie resumed walking. Paula's car was faced the other way.
"Marcie?" the other girl called.
Marcie kept going. Why should she even talk to the girl. She didn't want to talk with anyone.
She soon discovered that she was not to escape that easily. Before she could proceed much further, Paula had turned the car around and had pulled up, right next to Marcie.
"I'll give you a lift," Paula said. "Anywhere you like."
Marcie stopped and looked at the other girl. Then she thought. Oh, why not? The bags were heavy.
"Okay," Marcie said. "Thanks."
The other girl swung open the car's left rear door and Marcie placed the bags inside. Then she walked around to the opposite front door and got in. The car was a white Rover, about a year old.
"Why so stuck-up?" Paula asked with a smile.
Marcie looked straight ahead. "Sorry. I've had kind of a jolt."
"I guess. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking out on that smooth-talking weasel you were living with."
The car moved forward and, when Marcie turned inquiringly toward the other girl, Paula was facing front.
"You knew we weren't married?" Marcie asked.
Paula continued to watch the road. She said matter-of-factly, "Lou told me. I guess he got it from Rudy."
The bitterness in Paula's voice caused Marcie to glance at her again. That bitterness matched Marcie's own mood. But the strength contained in the other girl's tone certainly did not correspond to the way Marcie felt. She was anything but strong at that moment.
"I guess I didn't know much about the world when I left the Midlands a few days ago," she said.
"The bloke told you he was going to marry you, right?"
"Yes. We were waiting for his divorce to come through. Now I suppose he isn't even married."
"Pair guess," Paula said. Marcie glanced at her uncertainly. "Did Lou also tell you what Rudy had in mind for me?" "Mm-bm."
"I was never so stunned," Marcie said, "That he should think of you that way, you mean?"
"Yes. And also the idea of making my living like that. Offering my body for lecherous males who just want to screw me, shoot their loads in my belly and pull out and disappear."
Paula gave a little laugh. "It beats just about anything else a girl can do to keep body and soul together. It's easy enough, the hours are good, and the rewards are high if a girl's got the right qualifications. Rudy thought you had, and for fence I'd have to say he's right."
"You admitted you didn't know much about the world. The price of wisdom is a certain amount of suffering." Paula glanced at her. "By the way, where are we going?"
"Oh." Marcie realized that they were driving down Berkeley Square. "You can let me off anywhere," she said, "I want to call a cab."
"Why do that? You're in a cab right now." Paula affected a masculine tone and asked, "Where to, Lady?"
Marcie smiled wanly. "Thanks, but I don't want you to do that. You've been kind enough already."
"What if I said I want to help you? You know, I was on my way to your place when we met on the street. I like you, Marcie. I thought the two of us should get better acquainted."
"I'd like that, too," Marcie said, without being at all sure that she would.
"Then this is the perfect opportunity. If you don't have any place to go, how about coming home with me? You can stay there until you have your feet on the ground."
"Oh, Paula, I couldn't."
"Sure you could," the other girl said firmly.
"In fact, I won't let you refuse. I have a goodsized flat, and right now I'm there by myself. The girl who was living with me took off for Paris a couple of weeks ago."
"You prefer having a roommate?" Marcie asked, actually considering the proposition. She had no place else to go, and Paula was the only person she knew in town, outside of Rudy and Lou Phillips.
"It's the only way," Paula said with a faint, enigmatic smile.
"I don't know," Marcie said in a small voice as she looked at the other girl.
"Well," Paula smiled. "There'll be lots of time to think about that. First of all, we want to get you home where you can relax and try to forget that miserable louse you were mixed up with."
She took a quick sidelong look at Paula. So she was a nude model. No wonder she took such a liberal attitude toward prostitution. The two were not very far apart, Marcie assumed, though she had never known any models, or prostitutes either. She assumed that once a girl stripped naked for strange men it wasn't much for them to spread their legs and let some chap put his prick into her cunt, since they'd already seen it exposed.
She took a deep breath and released a sigh. She still felt as if she wanted nothing in the world so much as to cry. She still recalled how Lou had stripped her, thrust his hard prick into her pussy and came. But that other awful act, making her accept his prick inside her mouth and he'd ejaculated in it, spurting his come in it, like her mouth was a vagina. She shuddered at the recollection.
At Paula's smart apartment, after a soothing tub bath, two very dry martinis, and a light but tasty dinner, Marcie felt as if she might get along without any more crying. Paula deserved most of the credit for her change of mood. The girl had catered to her almost like a maid, drawing the bath water, bringing fresh towels, mixing drinks, and putting together the dinner all by herself.
Marcie had a very warm feeling for Paula before the evening was over. She decided that she'd had an altogether wrong impression of her before. Marcie chalked that up to the sordid circumstances under which they had gotten acquainted, that awful night when they'd all been drunk and naked and had exchanged sex partners and each man had filled the girls with their come-juices.
Now it appeared that Paula's ideas were quite compatible with her own. About men, in par ticular. Of course, there was the matter of what Paula did for a living, and her attitude toward a girl selling for pussy for money. Marcie could never agree with her about those things.
But Paula had been up against the harsher side of life for a lot longer than Marcie had, and that perhaps explained the difference in their views. Just a week ago, Marcie's own attitude had been entirely different. She had been in love with Rudy. She had believed in him and trusted him. As the object of her love and trust, he had somehow represented all men in her mind. Now that he had proved himself an unworthy whoremaster and a horny louse, she couldn't help but apply the blame to all men too. Anyway, there was her experience with Lou Phillips, who had shown himself to be about as bad as Rudy. All she had to do was to recall how he had threatened her to take his cock between his lips and suck him off.
So Marcie had changed a great deal in a very short time.
She wondered what her attitude toward life would be when she had been on her own as long as Paula had.
They chatted after dinner, Marcie wearing a shorty nightgown and skimpy panties under neath her robe, and the other girl in simple slacks and shirt. Marcie felt more and more at home with her new friend, and this went a long way toward relieving her inner desolation.
When the time came to go to bed, Marcie suggested, "I'll sleep on the sofa. That way you won't find a pair of cold feet in the middle of your back at two o'clock in the morning."
"Nonsense," Paula replied. "I won't hear of that. The bed's plenty big enough for both of us. Phyllis and I used to sleep together." (Phyllis was the girl who had recently gone to Paris.)
"I feel as if I'm barging in," Marcie said.
"You aren't. I invited you. Anyway, I can't stand living alone." She smiled. "Makes me feel so old-maidish."
"Don't you have any thoughts about getting married? I mean, as pretty as you are, and being a model and all, you must have had lots of chances."
"I thought about it when I was sixteen. When I became a little older, I realized it wasn't for me." She added wryly, "Men just aren't my cup of tea, darling."
"Maybe you have the right idea." "I know I do." She stood up. "Well...what do you say? Shall we put that bed to the test and find out if it can hold both of us."
"All right," Marcie smiled.
As she followed the blonde into the bedroom, it suddenly occurred to Marcie that there was something they would have to discuss which hadn't been mentioned yet. This was the matter of Lou Phillips' visit to her apartment earlier that day. Paula would have to know about this, and she ought to be told right away.
"You said you didn't care for men," Marcie began, "and yet you screw Lou."
"That's business, cupcake." She was removing the fancy bedspread.
"What do you mean?"
"Lou has some important contacts. It helps to be seen with him. Anyway, a girl has to get out."
"You slept with him, though."
Paula smiled. "I like that expression. If there was ever a euphemism that didn't fit what we did last night, it's that one."
"I guess you're right. But you were with him."
"Of course. A man won't escort you around for nothing. He has to get something out of the deal and a woman's vagina is the best bargaining power."
"There's no affection then, between you and Lou?" "Not the slightest, darling." "I'm glad." "Mmmmm?"
"That means you won't be mad at me for what happened."
"And just what was that?"
"Lou came over to see me earlier. He's the one who told me about Rudy. Then he made me go to bed with him, and he made me fuck for him -and after that, he did a worse thing. He forced me to take his organ in my mouth and I had to blow him off that way."
"Bloody louse," Paula said.
"I can't believe it happened."
"It's not wonder, after all you've been through."
"I used to enjoy being taken sexually with Rudy," Marcie said wistfully.
"I never got an orgasm out of any man. Never. I always put on an act to please them, but I don't feel a thing. I'm usually thinking about tomorrow morning's beauty shop appointment or something of the kind, and all I get for the thing is a pussy full of hot sperm. The man comes and has his ejaculation, and all I get is a mop job when he's finished with me."
Marcie regarded her curiously. "No man has ever excited you to a climax?"
"No," she said matter-of-factly.
Marcie shrugged off her robe.
"Hey, that's cute." Paula said as she admired the red-haired girl in her pink baby doll.
"This is the only kind of thing I have. I left all my plain pajamas behind when I went off with Rudy."
"You should never wear anything plain," Paula said, her eyes warmly touching Marcie's body. "You're so beautiful."
"Well, thank you." Marcie was pleased to get such an obviously sincere compliment from another girl.
She climbed into bed as Paula stripped off her bra and pants. The other girl didn't put on any night clothes at all.
As Paula approached the bed, naked, ner titties quivering, and reached to turn out the light, Marcie asked, "Do you always sleep naked?"
"Sure. It's a lot more comfy. You can twist around, and nothing binds you."
Marcie laughed a little. "It seems sort of indecent."
"You silly goose." The other girl's tone was almost affectionate.
Marcie turned on the pillow to look at her face, but the light winked off and they were in near darkness. She felt the movement of the mattress and Paula climbed into bed.
Sleeping with another girl was going to be a different sort of experience. Marcie had never done that before. She wasn't sure she would be comfortable. But she was grateful for Paula's kindness to her.
She turned onto her side, facing the other way. "Well, it's me for dreamland. Good night."
"Do you want to fall asleep just yet?" Paula asked. "I was hoping that we might, well, talk a little." Marcie turned onto her back again. "Sure. If you want to." "I want to ask you about your experiences with men." In the dark, the other girl's voice was warm and silken. "Are you sure you ever felt a climax and sex pleasure when their organ is in you? I mean really? Or were you just reacting the way you thought a woman was supposed to? Does a man's ejaculating sperm in your vagina give you any thrill?"
"That's a funny thing to ask."
"Why?"
There was silence for a few moments.
Then Marcie said, "I don't understand what you meant about responding."
"The kind of touch is what counts.'" Paula explained. "Your body doesn't know whose hand is doing the caressing, or even whether the hand is a man's or a woman's. The question is how well the caress is carriedout, and how your vulva is stimulated."
"Oh, that's silly," Marcie said. "I could never respond to a woman feeling my hole."
"You think not?"
"I'm sure of it."
Paula turned to face her. "Well, what do you say we just put that matter to the test? That is, if you're brave enough."
"All right." Marcie said, interested now in proving her point and putting an end to the foolishness. "Go ahead and feel me up. Do whatever you think might make me excited. I'll probably just giggle. I'm awfully ticklish."
In a single quick motion, Paula stripped the light covers to the foot of the bed. Marcie could make out the dim outline of her naked dancing teats as she braced herself on an elbow at Marcie's side. Her hand came to rest on Marcie's leg, just about the knee.
This was ridiculous, Marcie thought. What was the matter with the other girl, getting off on this kind of trick? A girl petting another girl.
The hand on Marcie's leg began to move up slowly, lightly, the soft smooth fingers caressing.
Marcie felt something. A tickle. But this was not the sort of tickle to make her laugh. It was a stirring which touched her thighs. The feeling was very much like that which had been aroused in the past by a man.
She pushed the hand away.
"What's the matter?" the blonde girl asked.
"I think this has gone far enough, " Marcie replied.
"Didn't you like that?"
"No."
"Don't try to fool me," Paula said, a note of triumph in her voice. "I know you did. Now you're afraid to go on with the test."
"I just think the thing is ridiculous." Marcie said. "There's no reason for such a test. I'm normal and you're normal, and we ought to take it for granted."
"You keep saying that, waving your socalled normalcy as if it were a flag."
"That's silly." Marcie was becoming genuinely annoyed.
There was silence for a few moments.
Paula said, "You see? It does require bravery, doesn't it?"
"Bravery's not the point. I'm going to sleep." Marcie turned onto her side."
After another silence, Paula said, "You don't want to go all through your life not knowing. It will bother you always."
"Oh, for heaven's sake." She turned onto her back again.
Paula's hands were immediately on her, moving more purposefully this time, up the fullness of her legs and around her hips, on top of the panties.
Paula's lips were close to Marcie's ear, and she was murmuring, "A man can't touch you like this, so softly and gently, with such tenderness. A girl as lovely as you should be babied and adored. You should be kissed all over. No rough hands should ever touch you and no big, surging prick should tear your cunny apart, and shoot his raw sperm in your lovely pussy." Her hands moved as she spoke, exploring and caressing with infinite skill. "There. How does that feel? Doesn't that excite you?" Her hand was beneath the panty and on Marcie's bush, tickling and tugging on the curly hair.
Paula's soothing voice, her nearness and her marvelously gentle touch on her pussy lips combined to place Marcie in a rosy haze of gathering passion. Before she even had ealized what was happening to her, she was tingle with desire from head to toes. She elt so soft and warm, so loved and loving. When Marcie realized what was happening to her, and where it was going to lead, she suddenly rebelled.
She tried to push Paula's hands away and said, "No. This isn't right. We mustn't."
"It is right," Paula insisted, her hands breaking the feeble resistance which Marcie put up. "You know it's right," she said as she resumed her caressing. "Your body tells you so. You're more excited than you've ever been with a man. You want me to go on and on, and you want to make me feel all over as well."
Marcie lay back and closed her eyes, her hands falling away. All that Paula said was true. She was excited, and she did want Paula to continue to fondle her titties. She pushed from her mind the question of what this meant, and she gave herself completely to the mood of surrender.
She felt the top of her baby doll being lifted away. Paula drew this over her head and it was gone. Marcie lay back again, her large breasts rolling and quivering to a stop.
She now felt the other girl's slim fingers prying beneath the elastic which encircled her waist. The elastic was stretching away and down. Her panties were sliding down from her hips, buttock, legs and finally off.
Marcie was naked and exposed.
She and the other girl were mother-naked together.
From this point on, Marcie didn't distinguish individual actions or feelings. Everything merged into a wondrous whirl of rich sensation which was strange, and tremendously exciting. The darkness held Paula and her in its warm embrace, even as she and Paula held one another, their titties flattened together, bellies hot and rubbing, their bushes entangled as their cunts rubbed together. Then Paula rose from her.
Paula's lips were instruments of magic as they moved, sometimes quickly and sometimes with maddening slowness. Her tongue darted, touching, teasing, driving Marcie wild. The mouth and tongue sucked on the big titties, then their mouths met.
Marcie reciprocated in a way she never would have dreamed possible. With Paula's hands and velvet words as a guide, Marcie kissed her as she herself was being kissed.
For the first time, Marcie knew the touch of another woman's nipples against her lips. She knew the exquisite smoothness of Paula's legs, her hips, her cunt rubbing against that of the other girl. "Soon we'll come to the moment of truth," Paula murmured gently in Marcie's ear. "Then dancing like a feather, Paula's tongue again began to flick at Marcie's nipples, erect and jutting like hard crimson cherries on the lushness of her breasts. Paula's warm mouth caressed each tit in rapid succession and Marcie's torso began to shudder as little happy whimpers broke from her. . Paula's hands were skillfully caressing and kneading the satiny skin of her thighs and buttock cheeks when Marcie parted her limbs yearning for more intimate touches.
But Paula, whose eager mouth was at Marcie' navel, quickly brought her burning lips down to Marcie's intimate womanhood which stood revealed. Paula's mouth found Marcie's cunt and parted the opening to enter the moist, hot gap. When her mouth was buried deep in Marcie's cunt Paula's tongue extended out and began to lick the slippery far reaches of the vaginal sheath.
Marcie had never before experienced such wild sensation as the sweet nibbling of Paula's lips and drumming savage tongue gave to her spasming pussy. Her buttocks writhed in pleasure and her sensation driven body convulsed in the sharpest, sweetest ecstasy she had ever felt. Men had put their mouths to her twat, but this was the first time she had had her cunt lapped and loved by a girl.