Chapter 13
In her room, Janey removed her garments, bathed, and climbed into bed.
Exhausted.
The day seemed to have gutted her. First, the frustrated and yet delicious experience with darling Gracie. Then the black-booted punishing of the Smiths. Then Bill and Alice. The trouble with Burt.
Too much.
She tried to envision the world outside Palm Cove. It had not been raining tonight. Sunshine? But she could only picture the palm trunks bending like whips before blasts of wind, and icy rain wetting her through to the bone.
Here she was warm, the bed soft.
She drifted into a troubled sleep full of gold whips and ribbon-girl whips with phallic-shaped handles. Black chains snared her wrists. She was being chained to the black horse. Behind her, Burt wore a black mask and belt and hip boots. His cock stuck out like a pole as he reached his whip arm back to strike.
She raised up, fighting out of the nightmare.
"Hi, sweetie pie!"
A small form tumbled onto the bed and into her arms, soft titties melting into her own.
"Gracie!"
"Don't look so surprised, honey pot. I told you, when I got off duty." Grace pushed a thigh between Janey's legs, and hugged her. "Hey, don't I get a kiss?"
Sighing deeply, the nightmare fading, Janey squeezed her lover close and sought her mouth, found it luxuriantly soft and wet, opening to enclose hers. A hot but brief loving kiss.
Grace nuzzled her cheek. "I feel all better now."
"Did you have a bad evening?"
"No, the usual. But lonely."
They lay together sharing warmth. Janey felt content enough to purr.
Grace's head rested on Janey's shoulder. She pressed a kiss to her lover's forehead, then fell back smiling. She combed her fingers through the other's red hair, idly luxuriating in the clinging silkiness of it.
"Janey. Love me?"
"Uh-huh." She squeezed the girl's warm shoulder.
"It's nice to have somebody." Then, "You're not very hot for me, are you?"
"Right now, I just want to lie here and convince myself that it's real, that we'll take care of each other. At least, as much as Ribbon Girls can."
A hand cupped Janey's breast and squeezed it. "Well, I feel horny."
Janey giggled. "Silly little red-haired twat!"
Grace twisted down and kissed the nipple of her tittie. "Can I suck it?"
"No, wait. I want to talk..."
"Such a big, thick nipple!"
"Shut up, my dearest cunt. Listen. I was thinking, before, that it must have been sunshiny today. Almost none of the clients wore a coat. Well, the coats are hung there on the way to the rest rooms and telephone, right? And lots of times we help clients off with their coats. Huh?"
Grace nibbled her nipple. "Darling pussy, you're planning a way out of here, but it doesn't work."
"On a rainy night people would be in and out of that cloakroom hall. If things were busy, all we'd have to do is help some clients take their coats off, carry the coats in and hang them up, pick out women's raincoats -- maybe hats too -- of the right size, put them on and walk out the front door!"
Grace shivered. "Into the rain. No money."
"There's tip money."
"You know how dangerous it is to steal tip money. I heard how Burt got whipped tonight. That prick! I'm glad. Hey, sweet pussy, I'd rather suck your titties than talk!"
"But if we have thirty, forty dollars. Raincoats..."
"In five minutes the police patrol cars would be hunting you. Maybe the sheriffs people too. And Orvil. Look, honey, it's not so bad. Especially if we can arrange our free time together."
But Janey was thinking of Burt, of how he would hurt her if he got a chance. If she had closed-room work with him -- like tonight the way he had whipped Alice -- he liked whipping, maybe as much as Akito, who got his erections from it.
Grace had sucked her breast tip and was drawing slowly, pulling sweet thrills right up from her belly. Janey stroked the girl's head. What would it be like outside in sunshine? Palm trees tilted out over a white sandy beach, a placid sea, bluer than blue, sending feeble waves to collapse into foam!
Grace took the breast with both hands, squeezed it as she licked the big, reddening cap.
She paused. "You don't love me."
Smiling, Janey bent down and pushed the girl's hair aside to kiss the soft, warm, nape of her neck.
"Silly Grace twat," she murmured. "Come up here so I can kiss your titties."
Smiling broadly, Grace raised up, cupped a hand under her breast and brought it to Janey's mouth.
She teased the little nipple with her tongue, then sucked, slowly advancing, taking in more until her mouth was full of tit and Grace whimpered with desire. Janey felt down her smooth belly to the tuft of her mound hair, then invaded the plump lips of her pussy. Wet. Slippery, as though coated with honey. Wanting to get at it, she nuzzled down the girl's belly and breathed the tangy scent of her crotch.
"I want yours too," Grace said, twisting about, both of them moving faster, urgently now, until they faced opposite directions and Janey was kissing her lover's spreading thighs. A leg jacked up. On her side, resting her head on Grace's thigh, she kissed her seething slit.
At that moment a tongue speared right into her own vagina.
"Oh-hh!" she gasped. "Gracie twat, honey, you're licking me, oh-hh -- not so fast!"
"I told you I'm horny. Gosh, but your cunt is hairy!"
Grace's own hair was slight, a furry downiness on Janey's cheeks as she burrowed into the girl's crotch.
Slowly she lapped the prominent clit.
Gracie, obviously on fire now, spun her tongue around the rim of Janey's fuckhole.
"How gushy!" she cried. "You wet cunt, do you love me, wet cunt?"
Giggling, Janey lipped the firming clit, pulling it.
"That much."
"Love me more, harder!"
Janey sucked it and began a nodding action, tugging the clit.
Curiously, while warm and happy, and thoroughly enjoying it, Janey was not caught up by urgency, even doubted that she would cum.
But Grace, so hot that the steamy flesh Janey licked quivered like jelly, had other ideas. Grunting, she twisted, threw a leg across and pushed at Janey's hip, forcing her over on her back. Her elbows cut the undersides of Janey's thighs making her draw them back and apart, frog style, opening her cunt.
Grace's face plunged into it.
Underneath now, licking upward at her lover's swollen coral-colored clitoris, feeling Grace's tongue slash back and forth in her cunt, Janey realized that the evening had been passionless compared to this. She crossed her legs on Grace's shoulders, locked her ankles to lever upward and fill her hole with Grace's fluttering, lashing tongue.
She cried out as sucking lips seemed to reach into her cunt, drawing at it while tongue swung in circles about the walls of the sheath.
Straining now, she began to brace her locked ankles on the girl's back and forcing her quivering cunt up to the flailing tongue. Such a tease! She needed cock in there, Bill's fat organ, powerful thrusts on which she could clench her vaginal muscles and haul herself into orgasm.
But the delicacy of this was a torment that made her cry out in joyful anguish. She seized Grace's ass-cheeks and dug in her fingertips, wrenched them while mouthing luscious pussy, gave a ferocious upward heave of her lower body and felt her belly spasm. The eruption scalded the slithering tissues of her hole, drew them in on Grace's tongue.
She was peaking. "There, I'm cum-ming, Grace, I'm..."
"Cum hard, sweetie pie. Such hot honey, I have a mouthful of it!"
The heat in Janey's belly burst as she writhed and tossed, strained to expel the slippery, wobbly, formless turmoil within her.
She collapsed, lay weakly sucking her lover's clitoris.
"Baby darling," Grace gasped, panting into Janey's cunt.
They breakfasted in the lounge off the pool and had a swim.
Gazing at the fake blue sky above -- which Gracie had said was the same at night -- Janey did yearn for fresh air, a run on the beach, a tussle with ocean waves.
But then Grace came up behind her, a hand rising between her thighs to her crotch. She twined her arm about the girl, happy, forgetting the outside world except for the memory in the back of her mind of howling wind and thrashing rain.
In the afternoon they were curled up together on a couch in the lounge, watching TV, when Mrs. Claymore appeared.
She smiled, bent and gave them each a kiss. Seeing that Grace's hand was under Janey's ribbons, caressing her pussy, she, too, gave it a pat.
"You two make me so happy!" she said. "Poor Barbara is broken hearted over Burt's stealing that money... which was really hers. Men are such pricks, darlings. In this cruel world the lesbian way is our salvation!"
That evening Janey was relieved to see that Burt was not behind the bar. And the night went well.
First, an easy discipline case, a wife complaining that her husband had beaten her, which was a lie, Janey decided. The man submitted to chains on the black horse, and after Barbara had laid two stripes on his buttocks, the woman screamed and flung herself on him, begging to take his place. This was done, and on her fifth lash the woman wrenched into violent orgasm. Clearly she had wanted punishment, had wished for her husband to beat her, but he had not.
Janey's second closed-room session proved more puzzling.
This involved a married couple and a man the husband had accused of being his wife's lover. He seemed angry. But where were the three vacationing together? The husband wanted her punished for her infidelity. The woman screamed and fought her chains, requiring not only Janey and Barbara but the two men to handcuff her onto the horse.
As Barbara lashed the woman, her supposed lover became wildly excited, his erection so huge that he opened his pants to let it stand freely. The husband's organ was equally charged, but when Barbara ordered him to fuck his wife, to assert his ownership in the lover's presence, his hard-on wilted.
"Impossible!" Barbara whispered to Janey. "The men are fags, hot for each other. Maybe they don't know it. Anyhow they can't admit it in the wife's presence."
She resolved the problem by leaving the men alone, taking the woman to the other room. As she and Janey smeared salve on the wife's ass welts, the woman came alive and showed full-blown lesbian tendencies.
Janey's hairy twat made the woman frown with distaste, however. Sent from the room, she looked back in through the one-way window and saw the wife gobbling at Barbara's shaven cunt.
In the black-horse room the lover was sucking the husband's cock. The husband, Janey thought, looked bewildered, as though the truth of their situation was only now dawning on him.
That night in bed she told Grace about it.
"They're so crazy, it makes you wonder about yourself," Grace murmured, her face buried between Janey's breasts, her hands squeezing the nipples. "I'm beginning to think I always liked pussy best."
"But don't you go wild with a good, hard cock in your cunt?"
"Sometimes."
Janey, though caressing her sweetheart's back, was thinking of Bill. She had heard that his vacation had ended, he and Alice gone home. Surely the thing with Bill had been mere first-rate fucking. She had no reason to feel any other attachment; clearly his heart had been with his wife even when his splendid fat cock reamed her cunt. Probably she had need of a decent man to cling to. Both Burt and Akito had made her cum, but she didn't want to submit to either of them again.
So what she had was darling Gracie, now idly licking a nipple that stood like a thumb tip.
The following evening one of three men sitting in a booth asked Janey to dance. She checked with Barbara, who gave permission.
It was the first time for her on the little dance floor. The man, Harry was his name, was tall and strong and rather handsome, and she liked the raincoat pocket; she had felt under his arms for a gun.
She could only calculate that Mrs. Claymore had used the cop named Harry to test her, to see if she would spill the beans about Palm Cove.
Thank God for Gracie's warning.
Janey wished it had been otherwise. She would love to feel Harry's cock pushing into her cunt.