Chapter 5
Less than five minutes later, the sound of bare feet slapping on the stone floor told Nella that Jose was coming with Olivia. She and Eduardo were back in the bedroom. The two of them, along with the second girl Eduardo had deflowered, were sitting on a long divan across the room from the bed.
The moment Nella saw Olivia, she recognized the girl. She was the lively girl at the party, the one who had been dancing, singing, teasing the boys. She had been gay, happy, really living it up, and now, suddenly, just like that, she was sullen, morose, and with every right to be. The pistol Jose was holding made certain the naked girl didn't put up any kind of fight.
Olivia was tiny, perhaps an inch over five feet. She had long, straight chestnut hair that fell almost to her waist. Her large brown eyes had once been dancing eyes but were now sad, doe-eyes. Her nose was small, slightly upturned, and she had a small mouth. From the neck down, she wasn't nearly as curvaceous as either Nella or the other girl in the room. Her breasts were small, firm white mounds topped with two little pecans, over which a splash of chocolate syrup had been poured.
Her waist was very narrow, and she had slender, almost boyish hips. Naked, it was easier to observe how seductive these qualities were in the right proportions. On any other girl such a body might have seemed unappealing. But Olivia had a way of walking and tossing her head and moving her body sensuously so that she obviously aroused quite a few males, and Eduardo, staring at her-himself fully dressed at the moment, felt strongly aroused. Jose kept throwing nervous glances at Nella, as if wishing she were the one, not Olivia.
Jose insisted Nella take Olivia into the bathroom and make certain Olivia was properly bathed. The blonde girl nodded and led the chestnut-haired girl to the bathroom where she said, "Look, Olivia, I know things look bad now, but by fighting them, all you're doing is making it harder on yourself. They've already done it to me ... "
"I know," Olivia said, pointing to the dried blood between Nella's thighs which she had not been permitted to wash away. "Well if they want this girl, they're going to have to work for her, because I don't intend simply giving myself to anyone."
"They're going to have their way," Nella insisted. "If they have a gun, it means they intend using it."
"They'll have to," Olivia snarled.
"Stop putting up such a brave front," Nella insisted as the tub filled with water. "The most important thing is to stay alive. As long as you do that, we can figure some way out of all this. We have three weeks, and a lot can happen in three weeks."
"I'll kill then," Olivia snarled, as she climbed into the bathtub.
Nella climbed in with her, ostensibly to wash the girl's back, but in reality to wash the vestiges of a smashed virginity from her thighs. In less than ten minutes both girls were completely bathed, and this time Nella's thighs were clean, not as before, when, following the bath she had taken after Eduardo had fucked her, a quantity of seminal oil and blood had leaked down and covered her thighs again, and Eduardo had refused to let her bathe a second time.
"Come on," Nella said to Olivia. "Stand in front of the hot air dryer built into the wall, then we'll go back inside. Be smart, and don't fight them."