Chapter 15
Janey found concrete underfoot. The highway!
Far to the left she saw twin pinpoints of light, a car headed toward her, still distant. Glancing back, the neon glow of the Palm Cove Topless helped orient her.
She crossed the highway and as her eyes became used to darkness, she saw the rolling of breaking waves. The beach. She moved toward it, on sand now. Brush loomed ahead. She circled it to the brightness of sand. Ahead, palm trees bent before the wind. She trudged through deepening sand to the water's edge and gazed at the storm waves breaking a hundred yards out. The white froth looked as tall as a house.
She was here at last, on a palm-shaded white beach such as she had dreamed of at home. A tear rolled down her cheek.
Her ass still stung from the drunken woman's whiplash. Well, she had paid Burt for that, laid a stripe across his face, bloodied his nose. She turned back toward the Topless, saw the red police turret moving out to the highway. Afraid the headlights would spot her, she jumped behind a palm. It bent before the wind, creaking, the fronds above clattering together loudly.
She stuffed her hands into the raincoat pocket. In the right one she found a tube of lipstick and some bills. Money! Drawing them out, she angled them toward the neon lights. They looked like tens but she could not be sure.
She left the palm tree and went to the patch of brush. Head high. Thorny stuff. She moved through to where she could see the highway and parking lot.
The police car was off to her left, racing northward on the coast highway. Headlights came toward it, continued past toward Janey. Abruptly the police car made a U-turn and wheeled in on the track of the other car, both headed her way now.
The car's directional light blinked, about to turn into the Topless. The police car increased speed, overtook, forcing the first vehicle off the road fifty feet from Janey's patch of brush.
They stopped and she heard a shout, "Orvil? That you, Orvil?"
Orvil's pickup truck!
She saw the driver's window open, and Orvil leaning out. "It's me all right. What's up?"
From the police car came the shout, "Ribbon Girl slipped out. Name of Janey."
"Her! I brought her here. Big tits..."
"That's the one. We're calling in all cars. Unless she gets wheels and takes to the back roads, we got her. Those back roads, Christ, an army couldn't find her, right? So we'll patrol the highway, and in a couple minutes another car will be here to check all those parked cars, make sure she don't climb into the back of one. Ten minutes we should have enough men to comb the beach. You go patrol south."
"Hell," Orvil said. "I'll check the beach right now, get myself the runaway reward."
"Might be she's trying to make apron. But we can't count on it. You go patrol south."
With that, the police car started up, U-turned and raced northward.
Janey frowned. What did they mean, make apron?
Orvil climbed out of the pickup. He flicked on a flashlight, a powerful beam that cut right through the rain. He strode past Janey's concealment.
She heard the murmur of his car motor. He had left it running! Key in the ignition. She had wheels!
When he was out of sight, she squeezed out of the brush, ran around the truck, quietly opened the door and climbed up to the driver's seat.
She almost cried out in joy. She had wheels, would find a back road and drive all night if she had to. The cab was warm, the heater on. She tore the bills from her pocket and held them to the dashboard light. Three of them, twenties, not tens!
She saw Orvil's flashlight, distant now.
She eased the car into gear. What did they mean, make apron?
She thought of Grace. Dear Grace, left behind.
And suddenly she knew. She started off. She saw the flashlight swing her way, then come jiggling wildly toward her as Orvil broke into a run toward the moving pickup.
She laughed. Fuck you, Orvil!
I can take your truck and leave it somewhere in a ditch, drive it into a pond, you bastard! Or simply drive away a hundred miles -- needle shows plenty of gas -- safely out of the county and Mrs. Claymore's network of police and sheriffs men -- and buy a bus ticket home.
But she did not. She wheeled into the Palm Cove drive, kept to the left of the parking lot, around the building to that single light over the doorway that had no doorknob on either side, only a keyhole within.
She stopped there and took the ignition keys.
Out of the truck, she hurled the keys off into the darkness, went and rang the bell beside the door.
She heard the chimes, and shortly the door opened. Akito stood there. She removed the plastic rainhat to show her face, then stepped inside.
He signaled for her to go in to Mrs. Claymore's office, remained behind to shut the door.
Mrs. Claymore sat at a desk with a phone to her ear. Seeing Janey, she pressed her hand to her heart and sighed deeply. Into the phone: "Call it off. My precious Janey just walked in."
Janey took off the raincoat and hung it over a chair, saying, "Well, I came back of my own free will. I want my rights."
The woman nodded. "Yes, you've learned the secret." She rose and went to a cabinet, opened a drawer and took from it a gold apron attached to a chain. "I'll put it on for you, precious."
Janey pushed the ribbon skirt down her hips, dropped it to the floor. Mrs. Claymore slipped the chain about her waist, clasped it, and arranged the apron to hang over her pubes.
"There! I'm so pleased to have you as apron, Janey. I know you'll do well. Look, you could take the evening off, if you want. I'll get you some clothes -- loan you a car..."
"I'd rather, if the weather clears up, go to the beach tomorrow."
"Of course, but sweetheart, be careful! I don't want your lovely body burned lobster-red! The sun can be strong even in winter. Darling, I'm so happy you figured it out, that an Apron Girl must want to be here with us. Now, you've had excitement enough for one evening. Go to your room, if you wish -- or swim in the pool -- you can send for Grace if you want to make love..."
"I'll see about it."
She was leaving when Mrs. Claymore said, "I will send Burt to apologize for letting that drunken woman whip you."
Janey nodded.
She went thoughtfully to the curving hall, followed it to her room. There she combed the wetness out of her hair and repaired her makeup. She felt her ass. Only the waist chain. In the mirror she saw that pussy hair fringed out the sides of her apron. She would have to snip a little off.
She heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," she said.
Burt. He entered, wearing his gold apron now. The red mark angling across his face from ear to jaw still showed. There was a small strip of adhesive on the cheekbone.
Eyes downcast, he stood there.
Janey faced him, chin high, bare-breasted, bare assed proud of having made apron.
"I treated you like ribbon because you were ribbon and I was supposed to. I didn't want to."
She crossed her arms under her breasts. "You have a cruel streak."
"I guess I have."
She waited.
At last he said, "Janey, I'm glad you made apron."
Then she saw his apron lift, saw the cock push outward. Twice she had sucked him hard. Because she was ribbon. Now the apron rose, hanging on his erection.
She stepped to him and slipped her hand under the golden flap and grasped his long cock. Hard, and hot enough to set her hand on fire.
"Let's let bygones be bygones, Burt."
He smiled sheepishly. Then his hands went to her tits and cupped them. He gently rubbed her stiffening nipples. "I think I treated you so badly because I had the hots for you. Like that first night, I took Barbara from you because I didn't like seeing you think she was queen shit. Jealous, I guess."
The cock in Janey's hand twitched as he spoke. "Maybe you and me could go somewhere tomorrow. If it's not raining. The beach?"
She studied his prick. "I'd like that, Burt."
"Okay. Or to the horse races? You like that? Mrs. Claymore owes you money. We'll bet on the horses, huh?"
She smiled, nodding.
"Well, Janey, I got to go back to tending bar."
"Not yet," Janey said.
He gulped. "You mean -- after all I did to you-you want to..."
She gave his rigid cock a squeeze, then pinched the clasp holding the chain to his apron, and removed the garment.
"Take mine off," she said.
Still gulping, grinning, he unclasped hers and gazed at her pubes. "I dig a really hairy cunt," he said hoarsely.
Janey turned and went to her bed. She dropped on the bed, fingered her pussy as a final test. God, wide open and slushy, and after once pressing her swollen clit, she knew she wanted it now, right now!
She rolled over on her back, yanking her legs up and apart, hissing, "Burt! Mount me!"
Grinning, he wasted no time in climbing in between her legs, steering his long, big-headed cock into her cunt.
She felt the head of it sludging in. Slowly, gently, probing the pulsing heat of her pussy. She saw it angling downward from his pubic ruff, the long shaft veiled by her fluffy pussy hair. It shortened, and she grunted with pleasure as the meat slipped up into her belly.
She reached for him.
He came down on top of her, his cock still sinking in, came gently, hands on her cheeks, kissing her, still pushing in more of his long organ. Then his chest touched her nipples, and she felt the heat writhe through her and connect with the pulses in her cunt, which now butterflied about the hard cock within.
She wound her arms about his shoulders and held him.
"Could we sleep together tonight?"
She shook her head. "No. I'll sleep with Grace." He bit his lip. "Yeah. I guess I have no right, after how I treated you."
But Janey, in her forgiving mood, kissed his cheek. "Maybe you could come in for a while. And fuck both of us."
"No. I don't want to stick it into any other cunt. Just yours, Janey."
She smiled up at him, pleased, but she knew it was a lot of crap. This special relationship might last no longer than his had with Barbara. For the moment it would do, it had to, because she needed cock. Lesbianism did not satisfy her. Well, as an Apron Girl, she would have the freedom to establish a connection with a guy, Burt or another. She thought of the cop she had danced with, rubbing her belly on his horny cock. Maybe even him, now that she no longer had to fear the police.
But for the moment she had a cuntful of throbbing, hard, hot meat, and she was content.
Burt now lifted, beginning a stroke. Janey slid a hand down between them and fisted his slippery cock, so gloriously hard that she thought herself the luckiest girl at the Palm Cove.
She released it and the long prick slid up her hole and she moaned with joy. She crossed her legs over his back and dug her heels into his flesh.
"You want some good hard ones to get you a cum?"
His request made her orgasm run over. Yes, he had asked for her wishes! At last, she was truly apron!
And she took advantage of it. "No, just root around inside me. I'll pull off a cum, all by myself. Then you can start the real fucking."
Smiling, she closed her eyes and vised him into her arms and legs, pushed her cunt against his cock, hipped upward and found it, a hot turmoil like a wet explosion in her belly.
"I'm cum-ming!" she shrieked happily, squeezing her cunt on his loins.
"Cum, baby, cum!" Burt yelled.
And Janey pitched and tossed and screwed herself around and flung herself into the beautiful squishiness of orgasm.