Chapter 6

"How about another one, Lola," Marna Johnson said. "You've got time."

"I want another one," Gilly Gorman said brightly, trying to help.

"Gee, I don't know," the beautiful Mexican girl said. Tm not used to drinking."

"It's not as dangerous a thing as your mother told you, dear."

Lola Novarro smiled and nodded doubtfully.

She was still bewildered, but gratified, that three nice girls who also lived in the complex, had struck up a friendship with her. She could not understand why, but she welcomed the companionship.

She had no way of knowing the problem that faced the three; that there were two Lola Novarros in the big complex.

They'd discussed the problem and decided that direct inquiry would not be successful. As Marna said, "I don't think the average girl would admit to being waylaid and having her gash shaved-"

Gilly grinned. "But of course we aren't average."

"Thank god for that. Anyhow, the only thing to do is go in at an angle, so to speak. Make friends with the one in accounting and-"

"And what?"

"Play it by ear. Leave it to me. I'll find a way."

Sitting next to Lola Novarro, Jennifer looked at her lovely profile and thought how ridiculous this was. Getting a girl drunk in order to find out if she had hair on her pussy, Jennifer ruminated. There ought to be an easier way.

She'd changed her ideas somewhat as to this whole shaving business. At first there had been indignation among the girls that men would have the temerity to strip them and forcibly shave their privates. But she'd begun to realize that excitement was the key to their true reactions.

The fear of rape in a girl, Jennifer thought, springs from the fear of injury. Obviously the form practiced by her attackers, whoever they were, was not calculated to injure.

Gilly, Jennifer was sure, was jealous of her for her experience. Perhaps this sprang from the fact that there were too few eligible men in the complex for the number of girls. So any kind of attention, even scissors applied between their legs, was welcome.

Now, Jennifer's train of solitary thought was broken by Lola. The lovely, dark Latin suddenly looked blank. She strove to steady herself, and then her head fell over on Jennifer's shoulder.

"Oh oh," Gilly whispered. "The drinks hit her."

Marna, on Lola's other side, peered intently into the girl's face.

"Are you all right?"

Lola made an effort to answer but did not.

Jennifer saw Gilly's eyes suddenly widen as she looked at Mama. "You did it, didn't your "What?"

"Put something in her drink." Marna smiled slyly. "A little something, maybe."

This angered Jennifer. "Was that necessary?"

Marna was in a gay, excited mood. But not exactly gay, Jennifer decided. Pleased, satisfied. As though she'd scored a triumph.

Gilly was openly critical. "Well, you know what we're here for. As long as you knocked her out, feel her up and find out. The tablecloth will cover you."

Marna shook her head. "She might start a fuss." Then to Jennifer. "Come on. Help me get her into the washroom. We'll do it there."

"What about me?" Gilly asked.

"You wait here. If we all leave the waiter will get suspicious."

"I don't know why he should," Gilly replied.

But Mama's natural ability to command won the day, and as Marna and Jennifer helped the distressed girl up from the table, Gilly sat sullenly by.

Lola could still walk, and the washroom was close by, so they got her into it without being noticed. This was one of the better restaurants in the complex, with excellent facilities. Therefore, rather than simple toilet stalls, there were small rooms complete with dressing tables and mirrors.

Marna made Jennifer realize that the big blonde had planned ahead for this incident when she whispered, "This is the only room with a cot."

Mama's excitement remained at a high pitch as they laid Lola on the cot. Jennifer realized she was making a studied effort to control it. There was a sparkle in Mama's eyes. She ran a quick tongue along her parted lips.

"Isn't she lovely?" Marna whispered. "I like them tanned this way."

Jennifer remained silent, struggling with herself. She was ashamed of her own reaction, but it was there nonetheless.

Those lovely legs. So smooth, so beautifully brown. I want to touch them, caress them. I never kissed a girl before, but I could enjoy kissing this one.

"All right," Mama whispered. "She's out. Shall we look?"

Before Jennifer could answer, Mama went to her knees beside the cot. One of Lola's legs was off the cot. Thus, her thighs were spread wide. Mama's breath began to come raggedly as she slipped a hand under Lola's miniskirt and began pushing her fingers up the inner side of the girl's thigh. When the hand reached Lola's crotch, she stirred and muttered under her breath.

Then Jennifer realized that Mama had forgotten her presence there. She saw only the helpless, slim loveliness of Lola Novarro.

"What about it?" Jennifer heard herself whispering. She was fighting her own erotic reaction. She would not give herself cause to feel guilty later.

Working under the miniskirt, Mama hooked her fingers under the band of Lola's panties and pulled them down. Gently, she lowered them to the ankles and then over the girl's feet This done, she reached back up and pushed the skirt high to expose Lola's womanhood.

Failure! Wrong girl.

A thick triangle of rich pubic growth protected Lola's private. It began high on her belly, and as Marna spread the lovely legs, Jennifer saw the growth going deep into the cleft of her body.

"Isn't it beautiful?'' Marna breathed with a catch in her voice.

As she spread Lola's legs, the pink cleft opened wider. Like a rose garden in a thick dark jungle. Jennifer found herself thinking, God! I'm getting poetic about a girls snatch? What's wrong with me? Where are all these new feelings coming from?

Marna was obviously not questioning her own feelings. She was demonstrating them.

Extending a finger, she ran it up the length of Lola's deeply pink vagina. Then, her eyes sparkling, she put her finger into her mouth and licked it thoroughly.

"Mmmm. She tastes wonderful. But I knew she would."

Jennifer marveled. "You planned this from the first?"

"Darling, I didn't see any reason for wasting an opportunity."

"But it's dangerous. What if she'd wake up and start yelling?"

"I saw to that"

But now Lola did stir. Her eyes opened. She did not scream however. Hardly conscious, she was able only to reflect faint alarm.

"What are you doing to me?"

"It's all right, darling," Marna crooned. "You had a little too much to drink. We're taking care of you."

We sure are, Jennifer thought. And there was the urge to either laugh or cry, she didn't know which.

Seating herself at the end of the cot, Marna watched as Lola's eyes closed. She had dropped back into unconsciousness.

A hardness had come into Mama's face. A tenseness that Jennifer saw as showing a great deal of her character. She was now looking at Lola with a kind of keen objectivity. The same look Jennifer had seen when Mama examined her own shaved pubic area.

Now Mama bunched her long fingers together and pushed them, tips first, into Lola's vagina. Slowly, she pushed them deeper, turning her wrist slightly, revolving it as she went in.

"Nice," she murmured. "This kid could take an elephant and not feel it."

Jennifer could only stand there and draw her own philosophical conclusions. She'd certainly learned a lot about people in the last few days, and now she saw a similarity in what Marna was doing with what had happened to her in the mall.

The risk is part of it, she thought. The idea of doing something sexual to a stranger under circumstances that present a certain risk. It obviously adds to the thrill of it.

Perhaps, her thoughts went on, Mama has a deep-seated desire to be a doctor, a physician. This has been distorted into her present acts of abnormal sex.

Or were they abnormal? Jennifer wondered. She'd read somewhere that everyone has quirks; everyone except those who are too frightened, or too guilt-ridden to exercise them.

I myself, she admitted, got a quick thrill at seeing Marna expose Lola's cunt. The thick hair thrilled me. And I think I was even more excited by the fact that Lola is helpless. It's being taken away from her, so to speak. In essence, Marna is raping her.

And Marna was doing just that, even though in an abnormal way. She was using her whole, folded-over hand, sliding it in and out of Lola's vagina in a copulating motion.

Marna looked up at Jennifer and smiled tightly. "This kid's got a big one. Maybe she has been fucking an elephant."

Jennifer did find herself surprised at what Lola could take. She was not reacting in the least to Mama's curious attack.

"That's how it is," Marna said in the same tight voice. "Some little broad you wouldn't think could take a mouse's tool has a box three friends could get in. And there'll be a big bitch without room for a toothpick."

Jennifer had to laugh in spite of herself. Marna was reaming the Latin beauty methodically now. Glancing down, Jennifer's eyes popped.

"Good lord! You've got your fist almost up her cunt!"

"I told you it was a big one. She's had it up her hind end, too. Did you see how big it was?"

A wild thought struck Jennifer. Perhaps Marna's preoccupation with bigness stemmed from her own guilt at being king sized.

King sized? Jennifer, excited and heady herself now, giggled inwardly: Great heavens! Big cunts, big assholes. She's hipped on big things. Is it guilt? Or maybe loneliness at being so big herself.

A spirit of recklessness seemed the order of the day. It was the only excuse Jennifer could think of for what she now said.

Forcing a light, bantering tone, she asked, "By the way, how big a cunt have you got, sweetie? I'll bet you could handle a couple of friends at a time.

Marna, a land of ecstatic madness having seized her, replied. "You said it And a friend up my asshole at the same time."

Wildness. Madness. But so crazily compelling. Like a kind of dope.

Looking down at her work, her revolving wrist, Mama's eyes glowed. Her breath whistled through her teeth, and she was having difficulty with her breathing as she said, "Can't you see it? Can't you visualize it? Some bull-cocked stud on top of this bitch ramming it up her cunt and firing his load so hard it comes out her ears?"

Jennifer had no time to answer because at that moment, Lola stirred. Her eyes almost opened as she raised her head and then let it fall back.

"What are you doing? What are you doing to me?"

"I'm making you happy, dear," Marna crooned huskily.

Lola seemed to be hazily considering that Marna's eyes brightened further, and she spoke with a kind of hot triumph, a harsh whisper.

"Look. I'm getting to her. She's holding her own legs open. Look. They're coming up. She's spreading them-pulling them up over her head."

Obviously, Lola did like what Marna was doing to her. A faint smile came to her lips. Reaching down, she caressed her belly sensuously. Her brown-tipped breasts rose and fell at a faster rate.

"Look at the cream," Marna whispered. "It's gushing out of her. It's all over my arm."

Jennifer suddenly became afraid of Mama's wild look. With her teeth clenched, she grated, "I could squeeze my fist and grab this bitch's guts and pull her wrong side out!"

Lola's hips were beginning to work. She began pushing them up against Mama's thrust Both fright and amazement gripped Jennifer. "Look at that," she whispered. "She's taking everything you're giving her, and it isn't enough. She wants more. Does she want your whole arm up there?"

With little half-conscious grunts, Lola was throwing her body up against each of Mama's thrusts.

"It's incredible," Jennifer breathed.

Mama laughed harshly. "It's these quiet ones you have to look out for. This one probably never blew her cunt in her whole life. She's too big in there. Even an oversized cock wouldn't faze her."

Jennifer put a sudden hand on Mama's arm.

"Stop! You don't know what you're doing! She could wake up and become hysterical! She might crack up!"

"Not a chance. She's awake now. She's enjoying the hell out of it. This is a kick she never got before."

Both were partially right. Lola did not crack up. But just as Mama whispered, "Look at her. She's getting ready to blow her cunt all over the ceiling," Lola opened her eyes wide, as though she were experiencing something fantastic.

As her mouth opened, Jennifer had the presence of mind to slap a hand over it. This stifled the scream that welled up; made it sound like no more than a quick cough as though Lola had suddenly strangled on cigarette smoke. It would bring no one to the door of the booth.

Then, watching Lola's eyes and writhing body, Jennifer saw the outward signs of the most ecstatic orgasm she could have possibly imagined.

Lola's eyes bulged out as though she were seeing the Last Judgment. Her body arched up until she was standing on her heels and rigid shoulders.

Even more fascinating was Mama's reaction; her crooning encouragement as she worked over Lola like a physician over a patient; except that a physician's eyes would not have been so bright, his expression not one of such lip-licking delight: "That's it, sweetheart. Blow that big cunt for mama. Put it right in my hand. That's it. Mama'll milk it out of you till you're empty. Mama'll make you blow like you never blew before."

"Stop! Stop!" Jennifer implored. "You'll kill her."

The plea had no effect, but the end came quickly. With one final, ecstatic upward heave of her body, Lola completed her orgasm and collapsed. She lay like one dead except for the heaving of her lush breasts.

Marna collapsed also. Sweat was running off the big blonde's face and neck. Jennifer watched it trickle down into her ample cleavage. She sat on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.

Totally amazed by the whole incident, Jennifer heard herself inquiring with wonder: "Did you come, too?"

Marna raised her disheveled head. There was a look of soft satisfaction on her face. "Did I come! I almost blew my hair off. It was fantastic!"

Jennifer got the impression that it was a new experience for Marna as well as Lola. Marna, she felt, had gone blindly, instinctively, into despoiling the dark girl, but without any idea of the reaction it would produce.

"To get your whole arm up into a girl!" Marna whispered as though having discovered pure heaven by accident.

Jennifer foresaw trouble ahead for little Grace. Let's hope she's got a big one, too, Jennifer thought, then watched as Marna slowly withdrew her dripping wrist and hand from Lola's huge channel.

Marna got up from the cot and half-staggered to the washbowl in the corner of the room. In doing so, she brushed close to Jennifer, and the latter got the strong odor of animal sweat. Masculine. More masculine than feminine.

Then another crazy, frightening reaction. Jennifer found herself envying Lola the unbearable ecstasy she'd obviously experienced.

She drove the thought fiercely from her mind. Marna, her own ecstacy cooling, spoke now with more clinical objectivity. As she washed her hands and wrist, she said, "I got a hold of something up there. That's how I did it. I could get the thing in my hand, and I really did milk it. That's what made her blow that way."

A few moments later, Marna asked, "Do I look all right? My hair?"

"You look fine. But what about Lola?"

"We'll leave her here and pay our check and get out. She isn't in bad shape. She'll come to completely and find her way home all right.

This seemed terribly cruel, but Jennifer saw no other way. They'd stayed too long in the room. There would be inquiries. And helping Lola out might lead to complications.

Jennifer said, "Well, at least let's put her panties back on and make her decent"

"Good idea."

They worked quickly, with consciousness and self-control rapidly returning to Lola. When they left she was dressed and lying on the cot as though she'd merely had a weak spell and was resting from it.

But at the door, Marna turned for a last look, a wolfish look that gave her the appearance of a beautiful animal looking back at half-eaten prey.

"I sure did a job on that little bitch, didn't I?" she murmured with relish.

When they got back to the table, they had to face Gilly's inquiring eyes.

"Well?"

Marna shook her head. "Wrong girl. She's got a bush you could get lost in. Did you pay the check?"

Gilly nodded. "Then let's get out of here." There were several questions in Gilly's expression, but she did not voice them.