Chapter 2
The two new freshmen chatted occasionally for the remainder of the trip, but the fun had gone out of their conversation somehow. It was night when they reached the bus terminal in Dallas, a dingy unpleasant place full of bums and suspicious-looking characters lounging around on benches with apparently nothing to do. Joe took one look at the scene and found his worries immediately returning. Why the hell had she worn that short skirt? Those long sleekly-tapered legs would attract attention from every man in the station and somebody was dead sure going to try something with her if she started walking around alone.
"Where are you staying tonight?" he asked, with an attempt at sounding casual.
"Oh, I'll be going over to the university woman's dormitory," Melanie assured him brightly. "Were you planning on calling to see whether I brushed my teeth before going to bed?"
"You'd better learn to read more accurately," he snapped. "It says in the catalog that the dorms don't open until the twentieth of the month, which is three days from now. What do you plan to do in the meantime?"
Melanie was thunderstruck. It had never occurred to her that there would not be a warm cozy bed waiting for her at the university as soon as she arrived.
"In that case, I'll check into a hotel," she stammered, caught a little off-guard.
"Look, why don't you let me take you over to my friend's pad. He and his girl friend live in a big place on the edge of the campus and you can sleep in the bed they were saving for me. I can flop on the couch and...."
"Oh, no you don't," Melanie reacted immediately. "That's exactly the sort of thing my parents warned me about."
"I'm glad they warned you about something," muttered the young man, but he said no more and helped the girl get her luggage down off the rack, watching the neat, smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks as he followed her off the bus. As he placed the bags on the ground next to the doorway, having momentarily lost sight of Melanie in the crowd, a small, seedy-looking man in a weather-beaten wrinkled suit approached with a sly lecherous grin.
"Hey buddy, like a girl for the night?" the stranger mumbled, looking furtively around him. "Your choice of the hottest babes in town!"
For a moment, Joe was tempted. It had been a long hot journey and talking to the voluptuous young coed had excited him considerably. But he rejected the idea anyway. For one thing, he had already decided that he was through with paying for it; secondly it would be a little sad to screw some tired old bag after he had been excited by someone as attractive as Melanie.
"No ... no thanks, not tonight."
"In case you change your mind, address is 16 Angelos Court. Just ask for Ruby. We get all the college crowd out there."
Joe nodded and forgot the address almost as soon as the little pimp disappeared from sight. Then he returned and found Melanie at his elbow.
"Well, see you around the campus, as they say," she smiled at him, offering her hand.
"Yeah, see you in English. Remember, you promised to sit next to me. Hey, there's a cab for you!"
What a stroke of good fortune, Melanie congratulated herself as she stepped into the back seat of the taxi. If I hadn't over-heard that man giving Joe the address of a hotel where all the college kids go, I don't know what I'd done.
"Where to, Miss?" inquired the taxi-driver, greedily eyeing her lust-inciting figure through the rear view mirror.
"Ruby's," she told him brightly. "16 Angelos Court."
The taxi driver's jaw dropped open, but he wisely decided to say nothing. About time these college girls stopped giving it away for free, he thought savagely, and the cab roared off into the night.
One expects a woman who makes a career of running a brothel to look at least a little like a madam, but in fact, Ruby presented the appearance of being someone's grandmother rather than anything as sinister as the propretress of a house of ill repute. As she sat talking with Gerome, her combination bouncer and business manager, she looked positively saintly, her gentle black hair streaked with grey, and it was well groomed and her slightly-spreading matronly figure neatly covered by a sober black dress.
Gerome, on the other hand, looked exactly like what he was: a man with a long criminal past who had spent most of the forty years of his life pursuing all the vices of mankind and inventing a few of his own along the way. Enormously powerful, he towered at least a foot over the head of his dainty female boss, but seemed to respect her at least as an equal. With blonde, almost white bushy eyebrows and a sports shirt left open in front to display his rippling chest muscles, Gerome looked about as mean as he was.
"It's this immorality," he was complaining. "Why don't the churches get on the job and teach the people the difference between right and wrong?"
"Oh, it's a new age, Gerome," agreed the pleasant-looking old woman. "In the good old days, when a man needed some real fun in the sack, he had to come to us, because unmarried girls didn't do certain things and proper wives didn't behave like whores in bed with their husbands. But it's all changed, Gerome. Nowadays, these kids have their first period and they head for a drug store to buy a bottle of birth control pills. And these wives! They sit around reading books on how to entertain a man in bed. No wonder the boys don't come to see us anymore. They're getting all the action they can handle at home!"
"It's disgraceful," asserted Gerome and Ruby nodded in agreement. "Morals are shot to hell. And theese college girls are the worst of all."
"Ah, remember the good old days," reminised the older woman nostalgically. "Remember Gerome, on a Saturday night, how we used to get professors, important businessmen, real cultured people. Why I can recall when I wouldn't open the door to anyone who wasn't wearing a tie!"
Gerome leaned forward to pour another dash of cognac into Ruby's teacup and then tilted the bottle back to take a long swig himself.
"Nowadays, we get nuttin' but perverts," he grumbled. "Them freaky guys with whips and chains and bull shit like that. And most of 'em are more ignorant than me, and that's sayin' something."
"Our girls are getting older too," observed the dark haired woman. "That makes a difference too. Gila's been with us for sixteen years now and Tara and Karen over ten. Most men like something young and a little fresh, I'm afraid."
"And unwilling! Ruby, I'll tell you something, free sex is so available these days that a lot of guys only get turned on if they can take a gal who doesn't wanna. Maybe we could get one of the broads to pretend she's a white slave captive or something."
"Wouldn't sell," decided Ruby after a moment of consideration. "Everybody knows our gals will do anything for a buck. How about hiring a new girl? Maybe get an oriental chick from someplace and tell the clients she's a slave? Some of the guys would dig that kind of thing...."
"Nan, a whore looks like a whore, no matter how young she is. I wonder if we could get a broad who really wasn't a whore ... y'know, grab somebody and lock'er up in the 'special room.'"
"Yeah, sure," retorted Ruby sarcastically. "And how you gonna get some chick to walk in here? But we got to do something or go out of business, that's for sure."
"Right! I'm too old to go back into second-story work, and selling pot just doesn't bring in enough dough. If I could break into the university market, I'd be a millionaire, but those damn college boys take one look at me and run the other way. Maybe I should let me hair grow or something."
The doorbell rang unexpectedly and the two jaded merchants of human flesh looked up at each other in surprise.
"That couldn't be a customer," commented Ruby dubiously. "Are any of the girls sober enough to work?"
"Yeah, but if they ain't, I'll send the John in to you," joked Gerome, moving his massive body towards the door.
"Good evening, Sir," came Melanie Abbott's light refined voice. "Is this Ruby's?"
For a second, the burly bouncer simply struggled to find his voice, his widened eyes roaming lustfully over the girl's splendidly-formed young body. Finally, his mind boggling at the sight of her, he managed to croak out an answer.
"Might be. What kin we do for you?"
"I'd like a room for the night," explained the girl brightly. "I hear that all the university crowd comes here."
Gerome could not be considered in any way an intelligent man but four decades in the underworld had made him as crafty and cunning as a forest animal. After a moment's hesitation, he understood that some kind of mistake was happening before his very eyes, and an instant later his mind was at work, planning ways he could turn the situation to some devious advantage.
"Why of course, Miss," he responded, stepping quickly outside to pick up the girl's two bulging suitcases. "Most of the cultured folks in Dallas come here 'cause our atmosphere is kinda extra-refined. Would you step this way, please?"
Gerome led the tall lithe brunette into the lobby, hoping desperately that one of the whores would not take it into her mind to wander into the room half-naked just at that point.
"Who is it, Gerome?" called Ruby from her office, her voice sounding sweet and grandmotherly as always. "Is it a John?"
"Melanie was frankly happy to hear a woman's voice because this ferocious-looking man was frightening the daylights out of her. Of course he was obviously nothing more than a respectable hotel keeper, but he looked to her like a cross between a sex-maniac and a gorilla, combining the worst features of both.
"No, Ma'am," Gerome answered. "John called to say that he couldn't come this evening. It's a young lady from the university who needs a room for the night."
"Who ...?" muttered the brothel-keeper, coming to the door with her teacup in hand, but Gerome sent her a warning glance before she could give the game away.
"Oh ... well, glad to have you, Miss," she said, her experienced eyes skipping rapidly over Melanies voluptuously curved figure and the finely-tapered legs only practically concealed by her inadequate short shirt. "I think you'll find our ... uh ... accomodations modest but comfortable."
"OH, I'm sure I will," answered Melanie, looking a little dubious as she surveyed the worn furniture and cobwebs on the ceiling. Oh, it's all right, she was trying to reassure herself. I'm going to have to get used to roughing it if I expect to live on my budget. "Are there some other students staying here tonight?"
"Oh, the place is almost full," Gerome assured her, winking covertly at Ruby. "Only they are all upstairs studying their Greek. You'll see'm later on.
"Why don't we let the young lady relax on the couch for a moment, Mr. Gerome?" suggested Ruby craftily, giving her assistant a glare. "While you and I decide which room is most suitable."
Melanie seated herself uncertainly on the soiled old sofa while the bouncer followed his boss into the main office, bracing himself for the bawling-out he knew he was due to receive.
"And what on earth do you think you're doing!" she hissed at him the moment they were alone.
"Now calm down, Ruby," the big brute answered her. "I'm not doing nothing. At least we kin make a couple of bucks by renting a room for the night. An' I got a couple of ideas, but I gotta do some thinkin' first."
"Gerome, that little broad has got class written all over her," snapped the whore house owner.
"We mess around with her and we could have troubles with the law."
"And who knows she's here?" countered the bouncer. "Nobody! Ruby, just leave everything to me.
And without waiting for permission, the bulky muscular man wheeled quickly out of the office before the older woman could think of any further objections.
"Right this way, young lady," Gerome boomed, sweeping her bags up off the floor as if they were filled with feathers and then barging up a narrow, poorly lit flight of stairs. Melanie followed, some of her fears returning as they left the sanctuary of the living room and the reassuring presence of the kindly white-haired woman.
Gerome knew precisely where he was headed and he moved as fast as his legs would carry him, still fearful that one of his whores would chose precisely this moment to leave her room and ruin his charade. Fortunately for his evil intentions, however, he managed to sneak his unsuspecting victim into the "special" room at the end of the corridor before she could see any evidence that this was not just another run-down hotel. The room was "special" since Ruby had had it specially built many years before, putting in sound-proofing and a two-way mirror for patrons with rather peculiar tastes. In this room, a whore and her customer could make as much noise as they pleased without fear of being overheard. And to double the fun, others could watch without being seen themselves from a hidden compartment concealed behind the mirror. Many a sordid orgy had been staged in the "special" room, and Gerome was hoping that he could arrange at least one more.
"I think this will be real comfy, Miss," he announced, switching on a light and gesturing around the room.
Actually, Melanie was pleasantly surprised. The rest of the hotel had seemed rather grimy, but this room was quite neat and pleasant. The bed was double and looked soft and inviting and the bathroom was surprisingly clean.
"I think this will do very nicely," she informed Gerome with a smile. "There's more than enough room for me here." The inexperienced young girl was unsure whether she should offer the man a tip as she had seen her father do during their travels, but in any event, Gerome did not seem immediately disposed to leave her alone, instead seating himself comfortably on a chair.
"Yes, this is our nicest room, I think," he commented, his deep gravelly voice resounding unnaturally in the soundproof room. "Most of the boys and girls from the college stay here at one time or another. A lot of em come to me for advice about their studies."
Melanie found this difficult to believe, since Gerome did not sound precisely like a man of profound learning, but she supposed that he had acquired a certain amount of rough wisdom in his life, and it was refreshing to know that he was concerned about the welfare of young people. It just goes to show you how people can't be judged by external appearances, she reminded herself, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs.
"Would you care for a cigarette?" offered the man, extending a pack in her direction. Melanie nodded, deciding that a smoke would relax her before sleep and put it between her lips as Gerome leaned forward with a match. The taste was strong and strange, unlike anything else she had ever smoked, and her eyes widened with surprise as she observed that the cigarette was hand-rolled and remembered what Joe had said on the bus.
The bouncer followed her glance, his agile mind immediately ready with an explanation.
"Ya like 'em?" he asked solicitiously. "They're a special brand made by hand in Mexico. I got to like 'em when I was down there a few years back, working for the government."
"Oh, how fascinating it must have been!" answered the naive girl with a sigh of relief. The moment she had seen that the cigarette was manufactured by hand, she had immediately recalled Joe's warnings about marijuana, that drug that made you do silly things. But it was clear by now that Mr. Gerome was not that kind of person and he was hardly the hippie type. And naturally, the kindly old woman downstairs would hardly permit any such goings on in her hotel.
"Ya like, the taste?" asked Gerome, inhaling deeply on his own cigarette and then blowing out a cloud of smoke into the room.
"Yes, it's different, but I rather enjoy it," Melanie answered truthfully, starting to wish that he would go so that she could get her clothing off and relax. As if he were reading her mind, the big man rose to his feet, smiled at her in a frieendly innocent fashion and re-opened his cigarette box.
"I'll be on my way now and let you have your beauty sleep," he announced. "I see ya like my Mexican cigarettes, so I'll leave a couple more for you to smoke." Before she could say no, he dropped two more cigarettes on the night stand next to the bed and made his exit.
A very kind man, thought Melanie dreamily, as she took another long drag on the cigarette, and felt a relaxing blissful sensation start to creep over her tired young body. Taking another puff, she stretched languidly and then stood up to get undressed.
Gerome kept the hinges on the compartment door well oiled and there was not a sound as he swung it open and stepped quickly inside. The two-way mirror was clear and the big man settled contendedly on a stool to watch the young dark-haired girl leisurely strip off her clothing, stopping every minute or so to take a deep drag on his "Mexican" cigarette. To his enormous disappointment, Melanie's back was turned towards him as she undressed and headed into the bathroom. There was the sound of water running and a moment later she emerged, wearing only a flimsy translucent pink nightie which more or less covered her firmly sensuous body from the tops of her heavily swelling tantalizing breasts down to the fullness of her cream-white thighs.
Gerome smiled evilly as he saw her climb up on the big double bed and light up the second cigarette, and he observed happily that a blank faraway look was drifting into the girl's brown eyes as the mind-killing marijuana filtered into her bloodstream and began to affect her brain. Squirming down into a comfortable position, the deceived young coed allowed her body to fall back tiredly against the pillow and the short lace nightie snaked its way up over the soft brown triangular "vee" of pussy hair in her groin, exciting him enormously as he viewed the thin pink hair-lined slit running between her slightly parted thighs.
But there was much, much more to look at, and the bouncer's eyes hungrily traced the smoothly flowing contours of her hips up to the gently heaving outlines of her large pendulous breasts inadequately concealed by the frail flimsy fabric of her nightie. Melanie's breasts were unusually high-set and closely spaced, and the nipples protruded slightly, making Gerome's cock stir anxiously in his pants with excitement and anticipation.
The hardened criminal had waited a long time for an opportunity hike this! He hated these college girls anyway, hated them for being beautiful and young and free when he was mean-looking, aging and hunted by the police. He hated them because they gave their splendid lust-arousing bodies away to their hairy young boyfriends and not to him, and worst of all, they did it for free and the college boys did not need to come to whore-houses anymore, thus ruining his business.
But now his mouth was positively watering with the prospect of getting his teeth into the delicate little nipple-buds of the voluptuous kid who'd walked right into his trap; and biting them until she moaned in agony. He wanted to run his hard murderous hands lustfully over that pure young body, churning her up into a seething, writhing mass of over-stimulated female flesh, and watching with sadistic delight as she pleaded for mercy beneath him. In his long lusty career, he had known many women, most of them whores or other criminals but nothing anywhere near as sweet and delectable as this young thing was going to be!
It would only be another few minutes. Those cigarettes were loaded with the most potent marijuana money could buy, which had then been treated with an opium base for extra kick. An inexperienced girl like this would be out cold in a matter of minutes, and then he could make his move. But the time seemed to pass slowly. Gerome would not have believed it possible, but the girl was actually puffing her way placidly through the second cigarette already having abosrbed enough of the vicious drug to stone an elephant.
But eventually the marijuana had it's enevitable effect. Melanie's eyes were still half-open but her loose-jointed posture on the bed with arms outstretched and legs spread widely apart told him clearly that he could now do whatever he wanted with her. Moving with cat-like caution, Gerome let himself out of the hidden double-mirrored compartment and slipped through the corridor and into Melanie's room. Standing silently at the foot of the bed, the brothel's bouncer gazed sadistically down at the helplessly drugged young female before him. She had passed out too quickly to have switched off the bedside lamp and in the soft light Gerome viewed the interior flesh of her white tender thighs, gleaming seductively. Almost panting with lust, he feasted his bulging eyes on the softly curling black hairs surrounding the vulnerable but tightly clasped lips of her unused little vagina, imagining the pleasures which were shortly to be his.
Gerome, old boy, he addressed himself, this is going to be the best fucking of your life! You've never had anything quite like this before! From his vast criminal experience, Gerome knew that a drugged woman could still react quite normally when a man was fucking into her, despite the fact that the victim was incapable of resisting or even understanding clearly what was happening to her. And in the morning, the whole sordid affair would seem to hawe been nothing more than a bad dream.
Except, he added to himself, in the morning she'll have a belly-full of Gerome's cum. What a gas it would be if she got pregnant! That would be something to try and explain to a doctor!
The erotic tension of the situation was goading the man's penis into a turgid state of lustfully quivering rigidity as he circled hungrily around the bed, reassuring himself that she was really out cold. Feeling the heavy blood-engorged head of his penis aching with urgent desire, he adjusted his pants to ease the pressure, noticing that tiny droplets of sticky seminal fluid were already oozing from the delicate swollen gland at the end, and he finally decided to make himself completely comfortable and open his fly.
He stood next to the bed, looking down with a deep sense of criminal satisfaction at the helpless young beauty who lay unconscious before him, carefully stimulating himself even more by massaging the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the long menacing shaft of his penis. What he held in his hand was all the "culture" a real man needed in this rough lusty city he told himself, and once he had jammed it all the way up inside that innocent young cunt, her elegant finishing school accent would make no difference at all. She would moan and cry out just like any other tortured female, and a woman lying on her back with her thighs spread apart was no different from any other woman, educated or not.
Now, confident that he could do precisely what he wanted, this tough cruel whore-master quickly dropped his clothing on the floor, fully exposing his hard turgid member which struck out frighteningly from his groin like the gun a battleship. As an afterthought, he locked the door securely from the inside, just in case Ruby started to get curious about what he was up to and decided to barge in on him.
Now everything was ready and he hovered over the big double bed, almost too excited to touch the obscenely sprawled girl for fear he would explode on the spot, spewing steaming hot spurts of milk-white cum all over her half naked young body. There was a whole exciting range of perverse and sordid possibilities available to him, so much to choose from that for the moment, the big man could not decide where to begin. He could simply stand there and continue to caress himself until he sent his sperm flying all over her lush soft breasts, the safest course, since this way there was not a chance in the world that she would ever realize what had happened to her. But the full-bodied sensuous young woman seemed too far gone now to be aware of anything, and Gerome wanted more than something to look at.
Yes, there were other choices, and he experimented mentally a little, wanting to choose the precise perversion which best suited his depraved mood at the moment. Those half-opened ruby lips were attracting his attention now and he knelt cautiously on the bed next to her flowing raven black mane of long soft hair, moving his nakedly glistening body into position until the tip of his fully erected penis wavered only inches from her dimpled chin. He knew he was taking a chance on cumming before he wanted to, but the temptation was too great to be resisted. Thrusting his hips gently in the direction of her face, he rested the hard, thickly ridged underside of his cock directly in the valley formed by her two red lips, wiggling lasciviously back and forth as he toyed with her unsuspecting mouth. The lewd viscous pre-cum was still oozing slowly from his turgid gland, and her lips quickly became moist and lubricated as he slid his lust-bloated rod of flesh cautiously back and forth against them. The dark haired girl moaned slightly in her restless sleep, and Gerome delighted as he felt the heated air from her nostrils flowing gently over the surface of his rigid cock.
Goddamn, he thought in a mounting passion, it would be great to take her right now in the mouth! But he was not totally confident that the whole business could really be managed with an unconscious girl, and so he contented himself with experimenting a little farther with another lewd game. After all, he had not yet seen her really naked!
Moving slowly, he reached down with his one free hand and took hold of the hem of Melanie's flimsy pink nightie tugging it carefully up past the tender expanse of her belly and over the mountianous twin mounds of her heavy flaccid breasts until he could see every inch of her nakedly splendid young body. Nothing that had happened to Gerome in his entire life had excited him as much as this girl at the moment.
And she was all his! He could do whatever he wanted with the girl because he could see clearly that she was beyond defending herself!
But Gerome was not quite correct in his assessment of the situation. True, Melanie, was a long way from being in full possession of her mental facilities, but she was floating in a dream world somewhere between reality and slumber, and not fully unconscious nor full unconscious. The marijuana had thoroughly warped her brain, playing tricks and games on her, and even in her dreams she realized she was somehow in bed with a man. Sometimes it was her old boyfriend, Tony, but at other times it seemed to be the young man she had encountered on the bus, Joe. For some reason she did not clearly comprehend, it was perfectly all right for them to be in bed together and everything which had been forbidden in the past was now allowed.
"It's okay," she murmured sleepily, momentarily upsetting Gerome. "J...." and her voice trailed off again as she drifted to a lower level of consciousness. It was a strange floating sensation and Melanie somehow felt totally happy and comfortable. She was aware that her own lush, desire-arousing body was almost totally naked before this man, but for some peculiar reason none of this really bothered her. Her flesh was tingling like never before and she felt superably drowsy and alive all at the same time.
There were hands on her bare, unprotected breasts but she was convinced that they were friendly hands and there was no reason to be afraid. A strange aching feeling was creeping slowly through her veins and the doped-up girl vaguely realized that she wanted something badly, but could not clearly decide what it was.
"Sorry I was mean ... on the bus ... Joe," she whispered, half opening one eye and uselessly trying to focus on the bleary indistinct figure on the bed with her. There was a faintly pleasant buzzing sensation in her head which successfully blotted out any attempts at rational thought.
Ah, she thinks I'm somebody else, Gerome laughed cruelly to himself. So much the better. So she has been mean to this Joe on the bus, Eh? Well I'll just take some revenge on Joe's behalf and he'll never be the worse for it!
As he mumbled mercilessly to himself, the sadist permitted his hands to roam lewdly over the maiden's helplessly vulnerable body, tweaking each of her tender brown little nipples into an excruciating state of hardness and grinning cruelly to himself as he watched them both pop obediently to life. Not satisfied by a long shot, he maneuvered around on all fours above her, massaging the softly yielding flesh of her belly with his hard muscular hands and then exploring down into the moist brown triangle of pubic hair guarding the entrance of the rip fleshy folds of her cunt.
Melanie writhed with unconscious pleasure as his fingers brushed over sensation packed nerve-endings in her tingling little clitoris, and Gerome knew that he was finally starting to get to her in a big way.
Enough of this horsing around, he instructed himself. Let's get down to some serious business! And he crawled purposefully back down over her milk-white body and began pushing her relaxed and unresisting thighs gently apart, his eyes trained on the hair-covered "vee" of her naked little pussy. The girl's lithe and lust inspiring form was now moving incessantly as his persistent pokes and prods aroused her more and more by the minute., and Gerome grinned as he wormed his lewdly prying fingers through the rounded cream-like spheres of her buttocks and tormented the soft red hair-lined lips of her unused, inexperienced young vagina.
Her mind still wandering in the drugged mists of semi-consciousness, and her eyes still lightly closed, Melanie was too stoned to wonder at the strangely powerful new emotions being provoked inside herself. All that she wanted now was to give herself body and soul to this mysterious, faceless, nameless figure who hovered over her, and she rejoiced as she felt his harsh sweating palms against the delicate softness of her inner thighs pushing her legs farther and farther apart and opening her up to him like a flower.