Chapter 11

"Fifty dollars a week!" Myra paused while sliding into her dress, her breasts and flat little stomach and trim hips exposed, then shook herself into the dress, shutting out the entrancing vision. "You're kidding! And my own room? And a real bath? With hot water?"

"Right down the hall."

"And clean sheets?" She shook her head in amazement at such a possibility. "Who'd pay that much?"

"Men." That was Skibo's simple explanation.

Myra was still skeptical. "And you'd take me there? In that snazzy car? Away from here?" She meant Uncle Ben's and the grime and filth.

"Sure. And plenty of screwing. Good stuff."

That, Myra knew, would be part of the bargain. She expected that. But fifty dollars a week! Toward the "Escape Hatch" hoard. It seemed impossible.

"Can we take Connie? She really likes to fuck. Just for fun."

"Connie?" Skibo was cautious. There was no Connie on his list. Which could be all right or very bad, if Sep were trying to hold out on another one. "Does she work for Sep?"

In spite of her weary young body, Myra laughed. "He can't stand her. She's too fat. But she drinks a lot of sodas, so he lets her hang around. Lots of boys like her. She's easy. And most of the time she does it for free."

"Round heels, huh?" Skibo tightened his tie, studying Myra in the mirror, considering her now as merchandise, remembering with an ache in his groin the wonderful screw he had just had. Even if she was a little young thirteen? she'd fit in the stable. Fit? She'd be a real bonus. There were plenty of guys who'd pay. high for her ,youth and that air of innocence, as long as it lasted.

So, three nights later, after a glum inspection by Curly that had left Myra feeling creepy although he only looked, didn't even try for a feel like the old man Myra and four girls slipped out of town. They went in two cars, Myra and Connie and a third girl who called herself Wendy but probably wasn't that community didn't run to imagine names rode with Skibo and a grinning youth Skibo called Wimpy because of his capacity for hamburgers. Wendy alternately snuffled she was already homesick and bragged about the kinds of dresses she would buy with that fabulous fifty dollars a week. Connie was dazed by the prospect of unlimited fucking several times nightly she had been promised and was almost unconcerned about the prospect of fifty dollars a week. She just couldn't comprehend that vast sum. Myra sat quietly, hugging her "Escape Hatch" hoard she had retrieved from Sep, and dreaming of how quickly she could build it up.

At the motel where they stopped for the night, Skibo offered Wendy bus fare home and was refused indignantly. Wendy had just finished describing a red silk dress with ermine trim she would buy and was feeling euphoric. The fact that such a dress existed only in Wendy's imagination did not alter the situation. She wasn't going back to that drab, grimy dog-trot house and seven other kids, not with a red silk dress in the offing.

The girls shared half a double cabin and Skibo and Wimpy the other half. Connie was frankly amazed at the amenities, especially the indoor plumbing, which she flushed an inordinate number of times. Wendy was not letting herself be impressed though she regarded the intricacies of the shower with considerable alarm until Myra showed her how it worked, luxuriating in a liberally lathered both, her first in a long time. Both Wendy and Connie then tried it out, squealing and giggling, splashing each other delightedly.

While Myra was still toweling herself, sensuously enjoying the warmth from the shower and the rough texture of the towel over her flesh, Skibo stuck his head in the door, calling to her. Myra sighed. She had been expecting such a summons but had hoped that this first night she could sleep alone. She had willingly surrendered the big bed to the other girls, preferring the solitude of the couch.

"Okay." With only a small sigh she went with him, still rubbing herself dry. "But it'll be five dollars."

Skibo scowled and then laughed, "Kid, you sure learn fast. Five bucks it is," though normally he considered screwing the girls one of his special privileges, once the initial pitch was made and accepted. "Wimpy is gonna take Wendy."

Connie stepped out of the shower, indignant. "What about me?"

"You?" Skibo scowled at the flabby body, the softly pendulous breasts. "You, he'll save for dessert."

So Connie watched Wimpy and Wendy through a series of gigglings and gruntings as they screwed with more enthusiasm than finesse. Eventually, after masturbating to climax, Connie fell asleep.

Myra held the towel, partially concealing her breasts and pelvis. "I was hoping . . . " she sighed, casting the towel aside, standing before him, her breasts held high, her little pelvis tucked in. Her slim body, glowing from her recent bath, was a small bit of pink perfection, her nipples, amber-pink, were already trembling toward erection as her body responded to Skibo's hungry glance.

Skibo scooped her up, surprised at his own instantaneous response to her body, at his feeling that he had to be gentle with this fragile girl. Normally he was a rough and ready lover, with little thought for the girl he was about to screw. He shrugged out of his robe as he carried her to a chair, sitting with her across his lap, his prick springing erect at the feel of her warmth.

Myra felt his prick touching her and surrendered her body to its animal responses, laying her head against his shoulder, pressing one breast against his chest. Waves of heated desire swept over her, engulfing her belly, her little cunt, heating her breasts. Her legs already felt weak, ready to open at his demand as his hands roamed over her breasts, teasing her nipples, tracing excitement down her flat stomach to her pelvis, One hand slid between her legs, playing across the lips of her cunt.

Myra sighed and opened her legs, giving his hand free play, her body treacherously answering the quest of his fingers on the lips of her cunt, diving in to caress her little knob. That started anew the fires of desire in her, fires running far up her tunnel, spreading through her stomach, reaching her breasts. With a small, whimpering cry she kissed him and sagged in his arms.

"Ever done it sitting up?" Skibo asked huskily.

Myra opened her eyes wide, staring up at him. "Can you?"

For answer Skibo swung her across his legs, spreading hers so that they fell on either side of hers, his prick stabbing toward her cunt. Wide-eyed, she watched this new curiosity. His hands held her hips, moving her slowly, inexorably on to his, bulb, wet and shiny, until it parted the pink lips of her cunt and slid in, the lips closing over his shaft.

Myra moaned as her body accepted this ecstasy and moved her pelvis closer, ramming his prick deeper, feeling the shaft slide over the velvet flesh of her tunnel, stirring up new intensities, new demands within her body.

She drove farther upon his prick, writhing with excitement as he took his hands from her hips and played with her breasts, caressing and teasing her nipples. And farther still she drove onto his prick until her pelvis as up against the hairy mound, his penis rammed far up her.

They moved together in frenzied rhythm until she could feel his come pulsing up his shaft, a special, delicious excitement. He grabbed at her hips, stilled her motions and pulled her tight against him, moving with short, quick stabs and one final one that held them both immobile, gasping as hot semen shot into her belly and her juices answered in a surge of ecstasy.

She sat for a long moment, head thrown back, gulping for air, her body savoring the exquisite warmth within her. Then she sagged forward, resting her head on his chest, exhausted.

Skibo held her close, murmuring foolish endearments he thought he had forgotten.

Slowly his pecker subsided, sliding out of her cunt, stirring brief excitement in her body, so that she shivered. Skibo soothed her, running his hands over her back, patting her in comforting gestures rather than those of a hungry lover.

Strength came back to her legs and she moved them tentatively, sliding one over his and sitting across his lap again, glancing up at him shyly "Please May I have my five dollars now?"

Skibo lay back in the chair, his eyes half closed, savoring these last few minutes. Now they flew open in astonishment. He stared at her for a moment, not comprehending. And then he laughed, "Sure, kid. Five bucks. And worth it. Yeah, worth every frigging cent of it." He patted her small rump affectionately, curiously moved by her wide-eyed plea. "Worth every goddamn frigging cent of it."

Satisfied that she had added to her "Escape Hatch" hoard, Myra leaned against him, yawning sleepily.

"Want to spend the night here with me?"

Myra looked up, remembering the, horror of nights in the grimy covers with Lem. "And just sleep?"

Skibo raised one hand in mock solemnity. "Scout's honor. Just sleep."

"Okay." Myra murmured it sleepily, drooping against him.

He carried her to the big bed and laid her on it, drawing a sheet over her, then lay down beside her. With a sigh Myra snuggled up against him and was almost instantly asleep, to dream of the "Escape Hatch" and how the sum was growing.