Chapter 4
Adele was fast asleep, and the two brothers were down in the kitchen with Marsha, eating supper. They knew the combination of fright and exhaustion would keep Adele asleep in her room for the night. The three of them had finished counting up the money. It came to nearly a quarter of a million dollars, enough money to keep the three of them enjoying the Riviera for the rest of the winter and probably through the spring and summer, as well. After a job like this, they waited until the heat died down, then they got out of the state, and finally took an overseas flight to Monaco. They stayed together, not so much out of love for one another, but because they worked well together.
When they finally did reach to Riviera, they would temporarily go their separate ways with the money equally divided, each trying to line up something better for himself or herself, each always failing. Eventually they would come together again, when they were down to their last few thousand, and they would return to the U.S., but to another section of the country where they would set about planning their next caper. While they planned, they would fuck, and those were the times Marsha really liked best. The brothers enjoyed sharing her, and she loved handling the two at once. That was what Marsha referred to as Phase One of their cooperative efforts.
Phase two was taking place right now, following the actual performance of the robbery. They had taken another innocent female with them, one they could corrupt for the sheer sake of doing it. Marsha loved seeing young, innocent women turned into lecherous bitches like herself.
"She liked it," Marsha muttered, finishing her third liverwurst sandwich of the evening. After a heavy sexual bout, she ate prodigiously. "She liked it just like all those other goody-goodies liked it, and what's more she's going to go on liking it. You'll see! By tomorrow I'll have her beggin for one of you to pop her cherry, just as the others have begged you over the years."
"You really dig it when we break in another chick like her, don'tcha," Charlie noted, finishing his own sandwich.
"like it?" Marsha asked, a gleam in her eye. "No, I don't like it. I love it!"
"What the hell is it with you, anyway?" Manny asked, dusting the crumbs from his hands as he belched. "Why d'you have this thing for those sweet. innocent chicks?"
"Are you complaining?" Marsha asked. "I thought you boys loved fucking them as much as I love watching you break them in. "
"Sure we do," Charlie nodded. "But I'd just as soon have screwed any one of those women at the bank. To me, they were all good-lookin'. Why'd you pick one this one?"
'To begin with," Marsha began, "I love watching those innocent little faces turn red with lust as they get all hot and bothered. Then I enjoy listening for them beg for an orgasm and finally, I enjoy the contorted looks on their faces when they feel the pain when one of you shoves his big fat cock into one of their virgin cunts and tears their hymen apart. The surprised look of agony on their faces before they know ultimate pleasure makes me feel really good. I especially like it when Charlie does it, because it always looks like Satan, himself, desecrating some kind of heavenly angel."
"But why?" Manny insisted on knowing. "Why only virgins?"
"It's not only virgins, " Marsha insisted. "It's any woman with that wide-eyed, innocent air about her, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Those are the ones I hate."
"So you do hate them then," Manny snorted.
"You'd better believe it, buster," Marsha nodded.
"Why?" Charlie pursued. "Is it because you got some kind inferiority complex, and you think maybe they can get guys easier than you?"
"No," Marsha shrugged. "Actually, it's something that happened way back when I was younger."
"Don'tcha think it's time you told us about it?" Charlie asked.
Marsha sighed, shrugged, looked at the two men, then finally nodded and said, "Sure, why not! We don't have secrets from each other, do we? I came from a poor family. I grew up pretty much like most other girls. I mean, I went to school, even college. But it was in high school that I met Vera. Vera wasn't rich, but she acted like a snob. She was slender, I was heavy. She was sexy-looking, while I was, well, what I am. She had those big brown cow eyes, and because she was putting out on the side, they guys in school were really daffy about her. Maybe I should thank Vera, because she was the one who unwittingly taught me how good it was to be with another female. You see Vera was AC-DC from the start."
"Ummmmm," Charlie nodded, realizing for the first time that Marsha did occasionally feel a pang of conscience about the way she swung with other women, even if she refused to openly admit it.
"Vera had a fetish, and it seems her fetish was fat girls. I was a fat girl, and so she would linger in the girls' shower room with me, keeping me there when all the other girls were gone, telling me how much she liked me and wanted to be my friend. I was so hard-up for friends, I let her fondle and handle me, and I learned to like it.
"Outside the shower room she remained seemingly indifferent to me. But after gym class, in the shower room, once all the other girls were gone, we began playing actively with each other. She taught me what it was like to go down on her, and one day she brought a dildo and ass-fucked me with it because I told her I had to keep my virginity intact for whomever I finally married. But I learned to love ass-fucking. When Vera saw what a kick I got out of it, she decided I should wear the dildo and fuck her two bottom holes. We would also meet on Saturday afternoons and pretend we were going to the movies. In reality we would sneak back into her house, in the basement, and we would take turns strapping on the dildo and using it on one another.
"It was while I was fucking Vera one day that one of her family maids came down to the basement, spotted us, and ran to tell Vera's parents. Naturally, her parents thought I was the one who had corrupted their daughter, and word soon got around the neighborhood that I was a homosexual who enjoyed corrupting innocent young girls. My own parents believed it and sent me to college out of the state. That was where I met Roy, and I married him in a hurry just to get away from my parents and my home town."
"So because of this one bitchy broad, you pick on all innocent girls and turn them into whores," Charlie shrugged.
'There's no such thing as an innocent girl," Marsha insisted. "You'll find innocent-looking girls, but underneath all women are corrupt, just like Vera, just like me. All I do is prove it. Do you object?"
"No," Charlie admitted. "I just wanted to know why."
"Well, now you know," Marsha snapped. "Tomorrow, the real fun begins. You first, Charlie."