Chapter 4
The driver of the two-ton delivery truck gave the tower guard his usual big smile and energetic wave as die main gate swung open electrically. He rolled the rig through easily, not too fast, not to slow. Everything as usual he thought, except you're now minus one, Longwood Women's Correction Center. Courtesy Larry Mills, dare-devil truck driver who also knows a swinging piece of ass when he spots one.
Larry smiled as he visualized the cute, curvy brunette in the swaying van behind him. She'd be flattening those pert, uptilted breasts and sexy buttocks against the little box-and crate bunk he'd made for her. He licked his lips as he told himself she should be getting more grateful by the mile as the truck tooled south. He slowed down about 15 miles from Longwood and shouted back to find out if his private stock of one cute cunt was all right.
"Yeah, Larry. I'm okay."
"Atta girl. It won't be long now."
She shrugged and tried to make herself comfortable among the crates and cartons. She didn't mind how long it took. The longer the ride the better she would like it. Right now she had some heavy thinking to do. It would take time to get herself organized and figure things.
A name, first. Larry could call her baby and that would do for the present. There was no need to give him any more information. But she would be leaving Larry behind too, soon, and she'd best be prepared when that happened.
All right, so she needed a name. Any name. Any name but her real one. From this minute on there would be no more Jenny Gall-and wasn't she glad! There were sure some nicer sounding names in the world than that. Still, the initials weren't so bad and if she kept them maybe she wouldn't feel as if she was losing her identity completely.
J.G.-but not Jenny Gall. What, then? There were hundreds of possibilities. Any would do. But she might as well pick a nice one. Pat. Uh-huh, that was fine. Pat what? How about Pat Mills? Not bad at all.
Hey world, my name is Pat Mills.
Chuckling, she said it over and over again. Pat Mills. And then-as though it had been hers all her-life that was the way she thought of herself. Maybe there had been some kid named Jenny Gall stuck back there behind the grim walls of Longwood Women's Correction Center, but that was in the past now. A happy girl named Pat Mills was off and running.
Clothing, of course, was the next problem. She wouldn't get very far in the denim uniform of the center. But there was a good chance that Larry would help her out. He was pretty hot for her; maybe she could hold out for more then just the ride through the gate. The poor pimple-faced jerk practically had his tongue hanging out for her. And all because she had given him a little squeeze in the right place last week while working in the kitchen when he made his delivery.
The thing to do, then, was to get real chummy with the guy. Make him think she really cared. One way or another, she had to find some clothes so that she could peel off these gray things. Tattletale gray, that was what they were, a dead giveaway when the news of her escape got around.
"Larry?"
"Yeah, baby."
"I'm worried. Not about myself, about you. Won't you be suspected of helping me?"
"Could be. But it's okay. This job was only temporary anyway, and I'm leaving for Philly tomorrow. Matter of fact, that was why I took the chance. Don't worry, baby, I'm in the clear. Nice of you to ask, though."
Pat relaxed. She had said the right thing and now Larry was her buddy. He would help her. Oh, she would have to give him the pay-off fuck he wanted, of course, and it wouldn't be much fun. Boys, as such, didn't interest her. Actually, frigging of any kind didn't give her much of a charge-and she was still waiting for that big miracle to happen, the wild orgasm that lovers in the movies always experienced in glorious Technicolor.
But she would have to play along with Larry, naturally. She owed him that much, and anyway, she had teased him into getting her out in the first place. So now she would have to stop teasing and make good. She would treat Larry right and maybe coax an outfit of clothes out of him.
And then? Well, the direction to head was south. All the way too, just as far as she could go. True, without money she would have to wave her thumb and hope for the best. But the breaks would come. Some old geezer would catch a glimpse of those sexy legs of hers and jam on his brakes. Maybe she was on the very young side, but her body was sure a traffic-stopper.
So, the breaks would come. They always did. The main thing was to recognize and take advantage of them.
There were bad breaks, too, now and then, but they just had to be taken in stride. Like the deal that stuck her behind the reformatory walls. A bum rap, but she wasn't crying about it. Stolen property, the cops had said, but how was she to know what was in the package she was supposed to deliver?
"Duck down, baby."
"Uh-huh. I'm out of sight."
The truck made some slow turns, rolled over something that sounded like a gravel driveway and then came to a halt. Larry got out and after a quick check opened the rear door.
"Come on, baby. Follow me. And move fast before somebody sees us and gets nosey."
Pat slid down from the truck. She trailed Larry through the back door of an old frame house. A short flight of wooden steps led to a large cellar chamber that had been done over into a kind of clubroom. It was musty and shabby, but compared to the reformatory it was paradise.
"We're safe here," Larry said. "Nobody will be coming in. So let's make it, huh? I've been waiting for this for a long time. Baby, you've got me in a sweat."
For a neatly-timed moment, Pat gave him her lips. Then, as he gasped for more, she went cold and shook her head. "Please, Larry, not now. I'm worried."
"Worried? What about? You're safe, I told you. So there's nothing to worry about."
"I-I'm safe now, but how about later? I'll never get out of this area dressed like this. I need clothes. And I don't even have the money to buy them."
Larry's features turned hard. "Clothes? Money? Baby, are you trying to con me?"
"You know I wouldn't do that. You got me out of that place, didn't you? I think you're a nice guy and I'm not going to hold out on you. But until I can figure out my next move. I'm just too worried to ... well, you know
"Yeah. I guess you're right, baby. Okay, I'll see what I can do about getting you something to wear. One of my friends has a sister about your size. You won't mind putting on second-hand stuff, will you?"
"Of course not. If you can get me a blouse anad skirt, I'll really show you how grateful I am. Or maybe a pair of stretch pants or jeans. Anything like that. I mink I can get by with these shoes I've got on."
"I'll give it a try. And I guess I might as well get the truck back to the garage while I'm at it. So sit tight, baby. I'll be gone about an hour or so."
There was a somewhat tattered couch in one comer, and Pat stretched out on it the moment Larry left. Now that the big hump pay-off crisis passed she felt exhaustion overtake her. The escape had taken its toll of her faculties and she was glad to be able to lie down and rest.
The place was dingy, but she didn't mind. It was peaceful here. And she felt good about the way she had handled Larry. One kiss and he had taken the bait. The problem of changing her clothes was solved. She could use an hour's dozing....
Grinning from ear to ear, Larry returned with a paper bag under his arm. "Blouse and pants, baby. Looks pretty good, too. Want to try them on?"
Pat's eyes lit up as she examined the garments. 'They're just fine, Larry. Thanks. Thanks a million."
"You like 'em, huh?"
"Very much. I feel better now. I guess my only worry now is getting my hands on a little money. Not much-just enough to get started on. Ten bucks, then I'll be-"
Larry muttered an oath. "First clothes, now money. What a con artist you turned out to be."
"Oh, no, I didn't mean to sound-"
The words were slapped back into her mouth as his hand lashed out at her. Stunned by the abrupt change in him, she cringed and shrank away. She had gone too far, she realized, and now he was furious with her. "Get undressed, baby."
Furious-and something else. Pat could see the evil lust on his pocked and pimpled face. And for just an instant she could feel the resistance stiffening within herself.
"You heard what I told you, baby." His balled fist smacked the flesh of her upper arm. "I don't like a chick to say no to me, understand?"
"Stop hitting me. Who do you think you-"
The edge of his right hand slammed into her ribs. She reeled in agony as the breath exploded from her lungs. A final open-handed slap sent her staggering to the couch. She crumpled there in a sobbing heap of pain.
"You get the message now, baby?"
She nodded and began removing her clothes. But she was too slow for him, evidently, and he ripped the garments away. And then, without preliminaries, he dropped his trousers and invaded her cunt savagely.
Choking off a scream, she forced herself to take his big cock. The core of her very being cried out against him, but she knew better than to risk another beating. Anyway it would soon be over she was sure. Even now his screwing was racing ahead and mounting to its peak.
He grunted once and then collapsed after shooting his load of hot sperm into her unwilling cunt.
For a long time she bore his weight, praying for him to hurry up and leave her. And when at last he rose and yanked his pants back up, she felt as if she had escaped from prison for the second time that day.
"Stay there, baby," he said. "Don't move. Then he went to the door and unlocked it. "Come on in, guys. She's all warmed up and ready for you."
Pat's eyes bulged. In single file they were coming in, a long line of them-how many she didn't dare count. They looked like half-grown men. But they were boys, hoodlums, young punks who lived and ate and slept in gangs.
"Hey, not bad," the first one said. "Some pair of tits, huh?" His eyes licked her breasts eagerly.
Larry shrugged complacently. "She'll do. Next time, though, shell know better than to pull a con-stunt on somebody like me." He sneered down at Pat. "I got you the clothes, but it wasn't enough for you. You wanted more. Okay, baby, that's just what you're going to get. More."
"Please Larry, I didn't mean."
"Shut up. We're going to have a nice little party, and you're the guest of honor. If you cooperate, you'll be better off. I'll put you on the road outside of town tomorrow and you'll be on your way. But if you still want to play, baby, there's no telling what might happen."
"I-I'll cooperate."
"Yeah. I figured you would." He turned to his friends. "She's ready for you. So go to it. But don't hurt her, see? Anything else is all right-know what I mean? Anything you can think of. And don't rush-we've got all night."
The first boy grabbed her.
She looked up at him as he sank his cock into her cunt. Beyond his sweating, straining face, she could see the others drawing into a ring around her. And she began to moan.
The boy didn't take long to shoot his load. But immediately there was another one to take his place. Then a third. A fourth. After that she lost count and just let it happen. Even when they came at her two at a time and started thinking up new hump tricks, she just let it all happen. For a little while she actually wished that she was back at the center again.
But she let them screw her ... And in the morning there was something even newer than the name Pat Mills about her. Boys hadn't meant much to her before, but they did now. She hated them. Boys. Men. All cocks. She hated them.
Not until the open convertible with the two women came along did Pat raise her thumb and flag a ride. The car squealed to a stop and the driver, a good-looking dame with long auburn hair, waved to her. "Hop in, honey."
"Thanks. Going far?"
"All the way." The driver nudged her dark-blonde -haired companion. "No, let her in the middle, Nikki Well share her." Then, as Pat clambered onto the seat. "Like I said, honey, we're going all the way. Right to the Florida Keys and then we leave the car and continue by boat. That far enough?"
"It sure is. Sounds wonderful, ma'm."
"Ma'm?" The woman smiled. "Hey, I'm not that old, am I? Call me Paula. And this is Nikki And now, my little roadside waif, what's your name?"
"Pat. Pat Mills."
"Okay, Pat, how far are you going?"
"Depends."
"Oh? Depends on what?"
Pat drew a deep breath. "On a lot of things. Mostly, I guess, it depends on how far you want to take me."
The woman called Paula, burst into laughter. She patted Pat's thigh and then leaned over to speak to the other girl. "What do you think, Nikki? How far shall we take our charming little hitch-hiking friend?"
"Beats me, Paula. You're the boss."
"Ah yes, I'm the boss." The woman was silent for a moment as she tooled the car deftly past a traffic snarl. Then, as the highway cleared again, she dropped her hand from the wheel in another caressing gesture on Pat's shapely thigh. "Well, Pat? All the way?"
The sun was deliciously warm and the breeze delightfully cool. Seated between the two beautiful creatures Pat felt just wonderful. Oh, she knew what it was all about, of course. It was pretty obvious and no one had tried to hide it.
As Paula's long slender fingers remained on Pat's thigh, Pat was more certain than ever that she had sized up the score correctly. Paula's hand massaged Pat's thigh gentry as the car breezed along. Somehow her touch was reassuring and thrilling at the same time. Pat felt no fear, and turning toward Paula, smiled winningly.
Right now, the desire uppermost in Pat's mind was to get as far south as possible. Even the equator wouldn't be too far, the way she felt about Longwood. These dikey broads looked as if they'd treat her right. They seemed to have money, and this looked like a deluxe ride with all the trimmings. Pat decided she was ready to string along all the way, frigging in or out of bed, with her new-found friends. She wasn't as innocent about lesbian stuff as she looked, they'd soon find out.