Chapter 13

Lena Troy had gone into town to buy a new bathing suit. It was her first bikini and she was dying to try it on. As soon as she entered the unit and shut the door, she stripped and ran in to take a shower. She showered leisurely, soaping herself, lathering herself well. After that she dusted talcum all over her body and ran into the other room, to try on the suit before the mirror...

In the other unit, Emmy and Anita were busy, running back and forth to the various peepholes. When they first watched Lena undress, Emmy gasped with delight, as Lena removed her halter, revealing that she had worn no bra under it.

"Oh, Anita," Emmy said, almost reverently. "Look at those twin beauties, will you! Oh, Lordy, aren't they simply delicious? I was almost sure she didn't need an uplift. Oh, I can't wait to get my hands on those lovelies. Just look at the way they stand straight out!"

"Yeah," Anita echoed, awed. "The way they bounce and swing and sway when she moves."

"She's going to be the best we've ever had," Emmy said. "Oh, hon, now she's taking off the shorts and the panties under them. She's all nice and bare. Oh, wouldn't that take your breath away."

"But suppose she doesn't "

"Don't say that. She has to," Anita cut in. "Even if I have to rape the sweet dear. Just look at the way those nipple.'! pop out, will you and she's not even excited."

"And the size of them!"

Then Lena trotted into the bathroom and the two women in the other unit quickly ran to their stations in that room. Emmy almost swooned while she watched Lena shower and lather herself. She began to fidget and shift from foot to foot. She whispered to Anita how she, Emmy would love to be doing that for Lena. While they watched, Emmy and Anita's hands roved over each' other, caressing, stimulating, until they were both gasping and literally themselves in a lather of desire.

Then Lena left the shower and the other two ran into the living room to peek as Lena tried on the bikini.

"Doesn't she look adorable in it?" Anita' said.

"Yeah, except that tiny strip of bra was hardly made to hold two luscious bombs like those. If she's not careful how she moves, they might pop right out. And if that ever happened on a beach, she'd start a riot."

"Yeah, Emmy. Oh, and look at that rear view. The suit barely covers that magnificent behind."

"Barely, is right," Emmy giggled.

They could tell by Lena's expression as she looked at herself in the mirror that she wasn't too happy about the bikini. , "She doesn't like it," Emmy said. "Probably feels that it's too revealing. Isn't that a funny thing some of the ugly bags that wear those things and think nothing about it and then you take a beautiful woman like this, who should be proud of her gorgeous body and she doesn't want anybody to see too much of it"

"Not in public, anyhow."

Then they watched Lena peel out of the bikini again and nude, walk over to her suitcase and take out a flimsy negligee, shrug into it. She didn't bother to close the front of it. Then she walked over to the TV set, switched it on and stood back, waiting for the tube to warm up, "Oh, damn!" Emmy groaned. "She's going to watch TV.. Now she won't find those pictures."

Then the picture came on. There was a Quiz show on that channel. Lena moved forward and switched to another. This time it was an old western movie. She snicked that off. The next channel was featuring a wrestling match between two blubbery behemoths who awkwardly pretended to wreak mayhem on each other.

Lena sighed, snapped off the television set and straightened up. She glanced around the room, went over to the telephone book and skimmed through it. Then she read the ads for restaurants, dry cleaners and movie theatres, under the glass top of the telephone table. Next, she brought her suitcase over near the dresser, started to unpack and put some of her clothes into the dresser drawer.

In the other unit, watching, Emmy said: "Now Anita! Oh, God. now, honey!"

A few moments later, their patience was rewarded. Lena saw the flap of the large manila envelope sticking out of the drawer. She opened the drawer, took out the envelope and studied it curiously. Then she opened the top and peeked inside. Her hand reached in and withdrew, partially, a sheaf of eight-by-ten glossy photos. She saw, then, what the first picture was. It showed two young girls, college age, standing in a meadow, face to face, hugging and kissing. Both of them-were naked. Their nubile breasts were mashed together. One had her thigh thrust up between the other one's legs. The blonde one held the brunette one tight against her with both hands digging into her plump buttocks.

Lena Troy stared at the picture, unbelieving. Then she let out a gasp of dismay and excitement, mixed. She quickly stuffed the pictures back into the envelope and thrust the envelope back into the drawer, slammed the drawer shut. She glanced around furtively, guiltily, as though to see if anyone was watching her. Then she backed off from the dresser, stood staring at it, her fingers pushed up into her hair at the temples.

"Oh, no!" she said, half aloud. She shook her head, as though to clear it of the vision she had just seen.

Then, slowly, almost frightened looking, she again moved to the dresser. Slowly, as though it contained something alive, she opened it. Her hand dipped in, touched the envelope, held it for a moment then drew it but. Now, hastily, her fingers nervous and fumbling, Lena took all the pictures out of the envelope. She set them down on top of the dresser and began to look through them, one by one. She saw that there were four sets of about a dozen photos, each. The first series, of the blonde and the brunette, in the meadow, moved in quick sequence from the first torrid embrace, standing up, to much more intimate ones in a variety of positions on the grass.

"They're doing the same thing as those two women I saw in he hotel room," Lena told herself.

After looking at only the first set of pictures, Lena was throbbing all over with sensual desire. The old familiar needs and wants were building rapidly. The flesh of her thighs felt as though it was crawling with tickling, caressing fingers. The plump tips of her breasts stiffened out to twice their normal size. The breasts themselves ached for caresses.

The next set displayed two buxom country-type lassies in a hayloft. They were shown doing essentially the same things as the other sets. Yet Lena was constantly surprised by what seemed the infinite variety of positions involved.

The fourth group of photos introduced four young girls one of them, with her budding breasts and baby-fat body, hardly into her teens indulging in the same type of amorous acrobatics. The photos showed a constant change of partners. Several shots showed one of the young ladies using an apparatus which Lena had heard of but had never seen before an object which was supposed to have originated in Japan, a favorite of women often left alone, neglected by their husbands. Lena was amazed at the detailed accuracy of this reproduction shown in a close-up. She .found herself wishing that she had one, right now.

When she'd gone through the whole set of pictures once, with a little sigh of torment, Lena turned away from them, briefly. She felt as though she was on fire with fever, now. She felt that if she didn't achieve some satisfaction, get some release, somehow, she would go mad. Her hands moved under the negligee, caressing her own burning flesh. She cupped her breasts, marveling at the solid weight of them. Gently she. tweaked the out-thrust, aching nipples.

Then, impatiently, she shrugged out of the negligee, let it fall to the floor. She stood there, naked and turned to the mirror, to look at herself. She" saw that her whole body was flushed to a rosy glow and her eyes, had a wild, glazed look. She thought how crazy some man would go to see her like this any man. She found herself wishing one would come in the door. She would hardly care who he was, what he was, so long as he could relieve the terrible wanting ache burning her up.

She thought about going out and picking a man up. But that would take too much time; there'd be too big a delay. She needed help right now! She couldn't wait.

She cursed the motel for not having some kind of a bellhop or handy man that she could call for. She thought about the two women who ran the motel. Her first impression of the older one, Emmy, had been that the woman might be a lesbian. Not that she looked like one, exactly. She was certainly feminine enough looking. But there'd been just something about her perhaps the way her gaze had lingered just a little too long on Lena's bulging bosom, then slid down to look at her bare legs below her shorts.

If she was that, Lena thought, I think I'd even call for her. That might not be so bad. Certainly those two women in the hotel had enjoyed it and the girls and women in those photos. And she, Lena, wouldn't have to take any active part she could remain passive. Lena had heard that being made love to by another woman could be an even more exciting experience than being with a man.

But it was stupid to even think about that, she realized. Even if Emmy was that way, she was probably all tied up with that sweet, pretty little partner of hers, Anita.

Then Lena's eyes were drawn back to the pictures on the dresser once again. As though hypnotized, she walked back over there, began to look through the pictures again, just glancing at some, lingering on others that for some reason or other, particularly excited her. And the more she looked, the more the flood tides of passion rose in her; she could hardly even stand still, now. Her feverish body ached all over.

She was so excited, so busy, looking at the pictures, she didn't even hear the click of the master key in the lock. The first thing she heard was Emmy's low, sultry voice, saying: "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in. I should have knocked but I saw you go out before and didn't see you return and I just wanted to check to make sure you had clean towels."

At the first sound of Emmy's voice, Lena whirled around, her heart walloping hard against her rib cage. For the instant, she forgot that she was naked. She was thinking only about getting caught with those terrible pictures. Quickly, she scooped them up and thrust them in the drawer, shut it. She tui'-:d, leaning back against the dresser. She watched Emmy moving toward her, saw the older woman's eyes glued to the sight of Lena's jutting, full fleshed breasts.

"Honey, is anything the matter?" Emmy crooned, as she came close. "You look all upset about something. Is anything bothering you? Can I help you in any way?"

She reached up and soothed her hand across Lena's damp forehead.

"No! No!" Lena managed. Her voice sounded strange even to herself. "I'm all right."

"But you feel so feverish, my dear. I wish I had some rubbing alcohol here, I'd give you a quick rubdown. Maybe that would help."

Emmy's eyes were looking straight-into Lena's, now. They held the same strong, confident expression that she'd seen in Harry's gaze the first time he'd caught her in this same kind of a predicament. Oh, God, Lena thought, she knows, she knows!

"Not that it wouldn't be kind of hard to keep" my mind on my work," Emmy said, now. "I probably wouldn't even get past these pretty things." With that her hand reached out and boldly cupped around Lena's breast, gently squeezing, kneading the solid, rounded flesh, lightly brushing against and teasing the erect nipple. "So beautiful!" Emmy crooned. "You beautiful darling, you!"

Lena closed her eyes, shuddering with delicious sensation that flowed through her, now, uncontrollably. Weakly she murmured: "Oh, no! Please, don't! Please!"

Emmy's hand moved to the other breast, tried to capture its overflowing fullness. "Which do you mean, angel?" she asked, hoarsely. "Don't or please?"

Lena felt weak at the knees. "I don't know. I I don't know what's the matter with me."

"Well, I do," Emmy said. "It's very obvious. You need some good loving. Don't fight it, hon. There's nothing wrong with that. AH of us do at one time or another. I'll be honest, Lena, I don't know what's the matter with me, either. You know, I've never done this to another woman, before, never felt the way I do about you. I don't understand it. I just can't help it, coming in here like this, seeing you so beautiful and naked and all. It seems all I want to do is touch you, kiss you, caress you. Maybe it was just meant to be, my coming in here like this, at just this time. Because I have a feeling you want me, too, need me, don't you, Adorable?"

Lena was shivering all over now, as the other woman's hands moved to her feverish thighs, stroked them, sampling the firm, round, tenderly smooth flesh.

"I I don't know," Lena whispered. "I just feel so strange."

"Just don't think about it, dearest," Emmy ordered. "Just feel, enjoy." She took Lena's arm, pulled gently, leading her toward the bed. "Come on over here, where you'll be more comfortable."

Lena didn't want to do this; she knew that it was wrong, against all her basic precepts but she seemed willess, suddenly. She had no power to fight against anything. She allowed herself to be led toward the bed. Then she was being eased down onto it, gently, so gently but so firmly, too.

She looked up, then, saw the older woman starting to undress. She wanted to cry out to tell her to stop but she could get no words out. Instead, she kept remembering the actions she'd seen taking place in those pictures, the ecstatic expression on the faces of the girls taking part. Instead she was only aware of the increasing heat and need and want in her own tortured body.

Emmy's blouse came off, first, then her capris. She was-now clad only in brief peach colored panties and a bra to match. As she reached back to unhook the bra, Emmy said: "Now, you'll see why I admire your beautiful bosom, so much." Her padded bra fell free and Lena saw that her figure was almost boyish. Her breasts were merely faint swellings, with tiny rust-colored nipples. Her shoulders were broad and smooth, too and Lena thought: It will seem like a man, almost like a man, if I keep my eyes closed. She closed them quickly.

A moment later, Emmy's hands were again on her breasts, this time, more roughly, more demanding!, more satisfying! The other hand was now boldly caressing the soft, gentle mound of her belly, then opening her thighs, coursing up and down the smooth, sleek white flesh there, gently kneading. The fiery longing in Lena flamed higher, with growing intensity.

A moment later, she felt the bed give with the weight of Emmy's body as she lay down beside her. She felt the other woman's leg thrown over her own. The contact of their flesh sent shocks of sensation rioting through Lena. The next instant she felt the wet warmness of Emmy's mouth on her breasts, as her lips plucked excitingly at the aroused nipples. Lena gave one big quiver of delight and gave up, then. She hugged the other woman's head to her breast and moaned: "Yes! Yes, oh, yes I"

The moist kisses left her breasts, then, roved over her shoulders and arms, down across the soft slope of her belly. They tingled up and down her thighs and now Lena was panting, twisting and writhing, begging: "Please! Please!"

Then, suddenly, it happened. Acute sensation such as she'd never experienced before, burst through Lena in a white-hot flash and her back arched upward, hips quivering as she uttered an agonized but welcoming cry from deep in her throat. Her hands found Emmy's hair and tangled in it, caressing, holding. The following moments became eternity for Lena. She soared again and again to the heights of breathtaking fulfillment, no longer aware of time nor place nor anything but the demands and satisfactions of her own body...

When it was over, she lay there, gasping, practically in a faint. For long moments, she felt too weak to even open her eyes. She thought, several times, she heard other voices, whispering but assumed it was merely a figment of her imagination, a sort of aftermath delirium following the fever in her that had just been purged.

But then she knew she heard two people whispering. She opened her eyes and turned her head. She saw now that the other woman, Anita, had sneaked into the room. How long had she been there, Lena wondered, how much had she seen? In her pleasantly lethargic state, though, Lena hardly cared too much. She wasn't even surprised to see that Emmy was undressing Anita, already had the other woman practically nude.

Then Anita's panties and wisp of brassiere were off and Lena saw that the smaller woman had an exciting body. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples small in circumference but perfectly pointed. Her hips and thighs were well proportioned.

Lena watched now, as the two nude women embraced and kissed. She felt strange, witnessing this scene. Somehow, it didn't shock her, nor excite her at this moment. It was as though it was something she was seeing in a dream, in a half Waking, half sleeping dream, so that she didn't really believe it

Emmy and Anita stood locked-in an embrace, for long moments, with Anita whimpering endearments as the older woman caressed her lavishly. And then she watched Emmy pull the other woman down onto the empty bed next to Lena's. What followed, Lena didn't think she would ever forget. The session she had witnessed between the two women in the hotel room, the scenes depicted in the pornographic photos, even, were mild, compared to the passionate extremes .that Emmy and Anita drove each other to.

In a few moments, Lena found herself once more becoming consumed by a renewed, even greater desire of her own, being forced to watch the wild tanglings and entwinings of the two women on the other bed; by the sound of their passionate outcries and groanings. The bed literally shook with the thrashing of their legs, the gyrations of their hips.

After fifteen minutes, Emmy arose, leaving Anita lying limply, unmoving, in complete repose. She turned to Lena again and instantly saw the tortured need burning in Lena's eyes, in her whole expression. She moved to her and her hands drove to Lena's breasts, digging into them and Lena moaned her acquiescence, as the weight of Emmy's body bore down on her. This time Lena responded, with nothing held back, was, herself, as wildly wanton as Emmy ... And it went on and on...

She did not even remember falling asleep or the other women leaving. When she awakened, it was dark in the motel room. She lay for long moments, aware that she was still naked. Aware that physically, she felt drained, weakened, yet peculiarly at rest, with no muscular tension, no nervous tension at all. But then memory of those sordid hours with Emmy and Anita began to come back in detail. She cried out into the dark, a wail of protest at allowing herself to be so used, so degraded. Suddenly, then, she felt filthy, physically, as well as morally. She forced herself to get up, go into the shower room and she soaped herself down, thoroughly, under water as hot as she could stand it. Then she let cold water needle-down onto her.

She was somewhat refreshed then. She noticed that the manila folder of photos was no longer in the room. She knew that Emmy had taken them and she assumed now, that the motel owner had planted them there, knowing she would find them, knowing she would be aroused by them, become easy prey to her own twisted needs.

But how had she known that? Lena demanded of herself. Was it that obvious, now, for experienced lechers, either male of female, just to look at her?

She thought about it for a long time. It was getting to be too much. Where was she headed, when she could become such an easy victim to strange men or women? She thought about the psychiatric treatment she had just started. It would take a long time, Dr. Kleaver had said. Well, she couldn't wait. How many more such degrading experiences could she go through?

She didn't know. After awhile, it became so painful to think about yet she couldn't seem to stop thinking about it that she went out and bought herself a fifth of Scotch. Alone in the motel room, she got slowly, deliberately, cockeyed drunk, to the point where she finally fell over onto the bed, still fully dressed, with the lights still on, in a drunken stupor that swiftly became a dead sleep.

At five o'clock in the morning, she awakened and got dressed and packed and left the motel. She couldn't stay there, face either of those women. She knew that somehow they'd figure out another way to lure her again into the trap of their own depravity.

She drove over into Clearwater and checked into a hotel, there.