Chapter 9
Monday morning Joe Hartley had a good mind to telephone Barney Eldred and call their meeting off. He was already jumpy as hell and he wasn't sure that he could even think straight enough to make the trip into Pittsburg, much less negotiate business with Barney. The last time they had been together, Barney had really clipped him on the gross but it wasn't the money that Joe was worried about today. He hardly cared what happened to the business. All he wanted was to see his daughter safe.
At nine o'clock, after a breakfast of black coffee and unbuttered toast, Joe Hartley stuffed the unread morning newspaper into his wastebasket and decided that staying in the office would only make him more nervous. He had to get away from the phone. If anything came up, Matt Benson would handle it. He would only be in the way. So he would go and see Barney. Even if he lost more money it might still take his mind off Jane. Every time he thought about it he couldn't help but imagine terrible things happening to her. Things that Jane had never known existed. If only she hadn't been so pure!
When Joe didn't even look up from his attach‚ case as the girl walked by, Barney knew something was wrong. The girl was new, just out of college, and she wore the shortest damn dresses he had ever seen. Usually, Joe would have been offering a girl like that his lap but today he hadn't even noticed. Nor had he paid attention to the, quote on the slip of paper in front of him. If he signed at that price he would really get shellacked, but Joe didn't seem to notice.
"What's the matter, Joe," Barney asked, pushing his papers away and pulling his chair closer to the desk. It was no pleasure for him to beat a blind man. He knew that something had to be wrong. "Come on, Joe, we've known each other a long time, ever since the first year you opened up. You can tell me about it, Joe. What's the matter'?"
"Ah, hell, Barney, I'm sorry I'm not paying attention," Joe apologized, knowing that this was the reason Barney had spotted his problem. "Just a small case of nerves I guess," he explained. He did not want to go into the whole story about his daughter. Although he'd been doing business with Barney for a long time and respected his ability, Joe had the suspicion that Barney was a worse whore monger than himself. He knew what thoughts his own mind had conjured up on Jane's fate. He didn't want to give Barney any reason to think things like, that. Barney wouldn't mean any harm, but he didn't want the other man to be thinking those kind of things about his Jane.
"Nerves'?" Barney answered thoughtfully. "Are you sure that's all it is'?" Joe told him that he was sure and Barney thought again. "Look, Joe, I know a person here in Pittsburg who can cure your nerves. Are you staying overnight?"
"Hell; Barney, I don't want to go to a doctor. Staying overnight? I don't know. Yes, I guess-what time is it anyway-I guess I'll stay. But look, what I've got no doctor could cure. Don't worry about it, Barney."
"Did I say anything about a doctor'?" Barney asked. "Joe, you need to get laid! Come on now, Joe, tell me. When was the last time you got it in'? I don't mean anything against your wife, I'm sure she's a wonderful woman, but look, Joe, you're nervous as hell. You need a nice warm cunt to straighten you out."
"Yes, that's it!" Joe laughed, impressed by Eldred's practical wisdom. A good fuck would set him up again. But still, he felt kind of funny about sneaking off to get laid, when Jane was in danger and all. But probably Barney was right. That was what he needed. Ever since Jane had disappeared he'd even been staying away from Debbie Johnson, except for that one time at the drive-in when the minister had to butt in. "What have you got for me, Bartley, that college kid'?" Joe joked. He didn't really consider Barney to be a pimp.
"Look Joe, forget about that stuff," Barney said. "She's got some PhD she's living with-a guy with an educated cock. People like you and me, Joe, we're just too crude for the likes of her. She really faked me out with those dresses, Joe. I wouldn't have hired her otherwise. But she starts in on this Women's Liberation shit if I even try to pat her fanny. No, Joe, I've got something else for you. Hold on a second," he said, picking up the phone.
Joe was too surprised to protest. He'd gotten so used to picking up pussy on his own that it never even occurred to him to go to someone else to get laid, but what the hell! He was going to spend the night, and he really didn't know anyplace in Pittsburg to go. If Barney wanted to set him up with something, that was all right. Just as long as it wasn't too expensive. No. What the hell. He didn't care what it cost, just as long as she wasn't ugly.
Joe watched Barney dial a number and settled back to listen. "Hello?" Barney said as his ring was answered. "Is Aunt Lydia there? Who's calling? Just tell her Uncle B, she knows me . .. Uncle B!" he called louder. "Stupid cunt! Christ, Joe, I don't know where she gets these girls! Hello? Aunt Lydia? This is Uncle B, remember? I saw you the other night."
Joe could hardly believe that any man would bullshit around as much as Barney just to get laid, nor that he would really be so hung up on a few whores knowing his name. Well, it was none of his business. Maybe it was just to protect the girls. He fidgeted a little in his chair as Barney talked to the madam.
"Lydia? I've got someone who needs a little work done on him. .. Oh, no, nothing like that! Just the regular services. How about that blonde? Will she be there tonight? . . . No! Not Mindy. That other one, the new girl. . . You remember, you had her downstairs, what's her name? You don't know? Well, it doesn't matter. Can you have her tonight? Promise? Nine o'clock it is. His name? Well. .. How about 'Foxey'. I'll tell him that. He'll say his name is Foxey."
Barney had a delighted look on his face as he hung up the phone. "Joe, you're not going to believe this, I've got you the best girl she has. This kid is new, Joe, do you know what I mean by new? God, Joe, you're going to love her. Lydia says come at nine o'clock. Say your name is Foxey. Got that, Joe? Here, I'll give you the address."
Joe waited patiently while Barney wrote it down for him. Despite his contempt for the way that Barney was doing all this, he wouldn't mind getting his ashes hauled, as long as he was already in Pittsburg. Listening to Barney on the phone had given him a hard-on. He wondered why. He must be turning into a dirty old man or something; but hell, he had always expected that anyway. "Thanks, Barney," he said, putting the address into a pocket. "Look, how about going for some lunch now? After lunch things will be a little better."
"For Christ's sake, you're not supposed to call me here!" Cotton Salter screamed into the telephone. "This is a church!" he reminded his caller. "And the girl picks it up outside!" The woman on the other end of the line calmly asked him if anyone was listening. Cotton put down the phone and stepped out into the hall but through the open door of the receptionist's office he could see that Mrs. Waters was only reading Capper's Weekly. She had hung up her phone.
"Okay, Lydia, what do you want?" the minister asked' quickly. "Keep it short, I've got business today."
"I've got business, too," Lydia told him. "But one of my clients called and said that he had a friend who wanted to come over tonight. They want that girl of yours. Cotton, can you bring her?"
"The girl? Why her? But. . . Maybe we could work it out," he agreed. "But look, we've got to make this quick. What time do you need her?" Lydia told him. "Well, I'll come over a little early to get her cleaned up and ready and to work out the details with you."
"Oh, Cotton, I hope you've been taking good care of her," Lydia scolded, knowing that he probably had not. "She's such a sweet young thing, I'm really looking forward to seeing her again. Maybe this time I'll be able to introduce her to some of the other girls, I'm sure that she'd like that. Do be good to her, Cotton. I'll see you tonight. "
When they were outside of Martinsville, Cotton almost decided to stop and let the girl sit next to him in the front seat. She had been behaving herself pretty well, ever since the dog had done a number on her. It was probably still too dangerous. Perhaps she was only trying to trick him into being careless so she could escape. He could take no chances with her. Her father was such a goddamn big shot that he could cause a big stink about it. Maybe he'd even get up a/lynch mob or something. There was no telling what these nutty rubes from the sticks might do when they got ticked off. Christ, how he hated Martinsville! But tonight he would be in Pittsburg and Lydia would take care of him. Maybe she would even give him two girls if things were slow. He always liked to do it that way. He could eat a little pussy while he got fucked.
The girl didn't give him any trouble as he got her out of the trunk and in Lydia's back door. She knew where she was, of course, but this time she seemed to have resigned herself to her fate. Still, Lydia knew how to handle young girls and she invited Jane and the minister into her private parlor for a little talk. Jane sat down beside them on the couch while Lydia explained that they wanted to give her a room upstairs tonight.
Of course this time Lydia made it very clear to her that a man was coming to visit her, a man who was going to pay for the privilege of putting his dick between her legs. Jane listened calmly. She had expected as much. But Lydia told her that they wanted her to be a good girl tonight. Tonight she wasn't to run around the room and make trouble for the customer. Nor was she to alarm any of the other girls in the house. Lydia noted that there was no way that they could actually prevent such an outburst as she would be in the room alone with the man. But Reverend Salter had promised that if there was any disorder, he would deal harshly with her later. Jane told them that she understood. Lydia noticed the dirt on Jane's knees where she had knelt down to suck the minister's cock. Lydia called for Mindy to take Jane upstairs and give her a shower. Cotton was about to go up with them but Lydia held him back. She wanted to be alone with him for a little bit and besides, he would just be in the girls' way. "Come on," Mindy called cheerfully as Jane got to her feet.
Jane wondered if she should say anything about how she was being held prisoner. She wondered if Mindy would help her. . . of if she would even care. The fact that Reverend Salter and the madam would even trust them together made Janet doubt that Mindy would be much help to her. She decided that she wouldn't say anything. At least not for the moment.
Mindy led her up the front stairs. Jane noticed that the other girl didn't seem to be embarrassed to be running around a house with men in it dressed only in a transparent robe and her bra and panties.
Jane had glanced into the living room and had seen other girls sitting there in the same sort of attire. In fact, Jane realized that she was the one who was out of place. She was the only woman in the house who was wearing a dress.
Mindy led her into a room on the second floor and pointed to the closet. "You can hang your things in here for now," she said. "You'll be working in this room tonight. Want clean panties and a fresh bra?" Jane nodded her head. "I'll get them for you, just as soon as we get you washed up. How on earth did you get so dirty?"
"It's a long story," Jane said, shaking her head, but she knew that Mindy did not want to listen. Mindy was already at the door, waiting to lead her to the bathroom where she could take a shower. Jane slipped out of her dress and hung it on a hanger. She wondered whether she should take off her bra and panties here or in the bathroom. She decided that it would be better to leave all her clothes together, and besides, she hadn't seen any men coming upstairs. She slipped out of her undies and hung them next to the dress.
"Here we go," Mindy said, taking Jane's hand and leading her back out into the second-floor hall. "It's down this way. We can give you a nice shower and get you all cleaned up." Jane followed without thinking. She felt nothing at all. She did not even feel worried about what was about to happen to her. After the dog, there wasn't much they could do to her that would still be shocking. If she just kept her head, she knew she would survive. Mindy opened the door to the bathroom and Jane followed her inside. Despite the Victorian toilet and sink, the shower was modern. It was a big one, big enough for both of them to get in, and in fact, that was just what Mindy was planning on.
Jane stood by the shower curtain and watched Mindy undress. The girl wasted no time in slipping out of her robe and underwear. Jane noticed that the hair on her pussy was just as blonde as the hair on her head. They were both natural blondes. It struck her as being funny. And Mindy I seemed about her own age.
Mindy was the first one into the shower and Jane waited until she had adjusted the water. When she saw Mindy step under the faucet and let the water splash directly. on her body, Jane stepped inside. The water was just right. It felt so good! It had been so long since she had last bathed properly that Jane couldn't help but be delighted by the water. She took the soap in her hand and worked it into a thick lather. She let her head slip under the spray and she soaped it until it was foaming with bubbles. She stood under the water and let it strike against her body. Being clean again was such a delight. She spread her legs a little and leaned back so that she could rinse her hair. She felt something against her pussy. Although her hair was still soapy, she opened her eyes. Mindy was kneeling in front of her. She had a cake of soap in her hand and she was about to wash her twat!
Jane had never let another girl take a shower with her, not even when she had been young. But of course there was no harm in it. There was no harm in letting Mindy help her wash, even though Mindy's hand was washing very close to a very special place. It sort of felt nice to have another girl touch her there, even though it was strange, and so Jane continued to wash herself and she tried to ignore what Mindy was doing.
When Mindy's hand brought the soap right up against Jane's pussy, Jane could no longer ignore what was happening. "Oh, don't do that, Mindy!" she said. "That feels so funny!"
"It's supposed to," Mindy told her. "Relax and I'll make it feel a lot better."
Jane tried to relax but Mindy simply kept rubbing the soap in the same place. She was rubbing it over Jane's clitoris and it slid along in smooth circles. It felt very stimulating. Jane had to press her legs together to keep from gasping. "Ohh! You don't know what you're doing to me!" she said.
"Relax and enjoy it," Mindy told her. "Don't you like to do it with a girl?" Jane admitted that she had never even thought of doing it with a girl before. She didn't add that she wasn't all that experienced with men. "I'll make it good for you," Mindy promised. "All the girls here say I'm the best. Just lean up against the wall and spread your legs apart. Let me get in between. That's it... Oh, you've got a nice twat! This is going to be good..."
Jane clenched the bar of soap in her hand as Mindy's tongue flicked against her bright-red button. She felt the first thrill shoot through her body. She wondered how she had consented to this so quickly, but she knew in. her heart there was an answer. Jane Hartley, for the first time in her life, was beginning to understand her physical needs. Despite the years of prudish suppression, she was coming out of her shell. Mindy's invitation had been unexpected, but not entirely unwanted. If she had been left in the shower alone, her finger might have sought the same spot!
Her ass squirmed up against the tile as Mindy's lips locked around the tender nub. Mindy did it so nice-not like the minister-but Mindy understood a woman's needs. Jane let her left hand rest on Mindy's shoulder. She noticed how soft Mindy's skin was, just like her own. She let her hand caress Mindy's neck. It gave her a nice sensation. And Mindy was running her hands up and down Jane's inner thighs. That felt nice too.
Jane let herself relax completely. Perhaps that was why it happened so fast. Her head was pressed against the wall and her eyes were half closed when she felt herself coming. "Ohh!" she gasped quickly, pulling her legs together tight and pushing Mindy away. Her twat was so sensitive that she couldn't take any more.
But Mindy just squatted back on her heels and watched. She knew it would be over in a moment.
Then Jane would be ready for more. And Mindy was wondering if Jane would go down on her!
When Jane's eyes opened, Mindy was standing directly in front of her. Their bodies were practically touching. Jane could see that Mindy's nipples were erect. Mindy's breasts were smaller than her own and were more like apples than pears but they were well-formed. Acting on a sudden impulse, Jane reached out and touched them. She had never done that to a girl before! But Mindy just smiled. She was pleased that Jane was feeling her. Mindy stepped closer to her and Jane felt Mindy's bush press against her own. "Go down on me!" Mindy whispered in Jane's ear. "Please eat me, Jane. You're making my cunt so hot!"
Without knowing why, Jane knew she was going to lap Mindy's cunthole. The relief that Mindy had just given her was already fading and her horniness was returning. She was glad that they were in such a private place. The shower curtains were drawn all the way and the door was closed. Cautiously, Jane squatted down on the floor. Mindy was pressing down on both her shoulders. Her nose brushed against Mindy's pubic thatch and Jane let it poke through the jungle and bump against Mindy's clitoris. She had never seen a woman up close like this before, she had never even examined this part of her body in a mirror. But she knew just what to do. The minister had taught her. She was just licking her lips to suck Mindy's cunt when suddenly the shower curtains were pulled back.
"Sorry, girls," Lydia called cheerfully. "Mindy, you're wanted downstairs. It's that sailor again. And Jane-that's your name so I'm told-you'd better get your things on. Your client will be here any minute."