Chapter 8

Eva's romantic stint had taken on nightmarish proportions.

The reverberant boom of guns releasing their ammo threw her into a panic. At Ginger's command, she dove to the floor. Her choices were narrowed to a single objective: survival. She huddled to the carpet, praying nothing had happened to either Frank or Dominic.

She forbade herself to guess what might happen after the gunfire ceased. Getting through those initial moments of terror sufficiently challenged her.

Fortunately, Ginger took charge. "We've got to get the fuck out of here, doll."

"But what about Frank.. .and Dominic."

"Forget it. They're history." She exhibited no grief over their presumable demise. "If we stick around, they'll be digging a hole for us, too."

Eva had feared that conclusion. Her pulsed galloped.

"Crawl with me," Ginger snarled.

No other sounds came from outside. The volley of shots had ended. Whoever dodged the bullets would be trudging back momentarily. Eva agreed, however, that by disobeying Ginger, she was increasing their peril. Adrenaline hastened her movements.

Ginger led the way. Stark naked, they made it on their hands and knees to a second, smaller bedroom. The window quietly opened, then into the dark they slipped. Eva disbelieved that their escape went unnoticed. Surely, the men who drove to the house would be scouring the area for witnesses to the attack.

Ginger motioned her to be silent. They scrambled into the heavy foliage behind the house. Her home was one of the few structures. Undeveloped land spread behind it. Taking her by the wrist, she dragged her into what was effectively a forest. The clump of trees sheltered their departure.

Eva did not permit herself to look behind them, nor did she train her ear for any descriptive sounds. She regretted missing her flight and returning to New York. Never in her life had she been in such a harrowing situation. At least her mundane existence with Roger wasn't fraught with cliff-hanging moments.

They stopped at a clearing. Under the moonlight, Eva saw a suitcase in Ginger's hand. Initially, she assumed it contained clothes for them to wear, but as her eyes pierced the dark, she determined that it was Frank's briefcase.

"Why have you taken that?" Eva whispered.

"Because we'll need cash."

Eva blinked. "How did you know what's inside it?"

Ginger made a face. "Wise up, doll. I've hung around Frankie and Dominic long enough."

"I don't understand. I thought they were business partners."

"Don't be an idiot. You knew about Frankie."

"He explained nothing to me. I assumed there was a reason for the gun and money."

"You better believe there was, doll. Frankie and Dominic were always packin' heat when they were hauling a load of dough. We're going to need it to get our asses to safety." Ginger whipped around and squinted through the trees. "Keep moving. I can't tell if we're being followed."

"Where are we going?"

"To a neighbor at the bottom of this hill. We'll get some clothes and a ride to the airport."

Eva was relieved to hear that. After those hair-raising moments at the house, Ginger's plan comforted her. They walked through the cluster of trees and bushes. Ginger had their escape route figured out. It was as though she'd previously taken the exact path.

"Since I'm not a mind reader, what was Frank doing with all that money?" Eva asked.

"I shouldn't say. The less you know, the better."

"Please. I just risked my hide back there. Can't you tell me?"

Ginger sighed. "Let it suffice that Frank and Dominic are independent contractors who receive side jobs from a certain employer. They exchange cash for merchandise. In this instance, the merchandise never arrived."

"I take it they fronted for some kind of illegal operation."

"Put it together anyway you want, doll. I'm not filling in the blanks."

Eva pointed to the briefcase. "We can't keep that money. It's not ours to take."

"The hell it isn't. We were almost blown away. I'd say that was worth a few bucks."

Eva knew there was far more than that in the briefcase. Apparently Ginger did, too. She wished she had her purse. She needed her plane ticket and credit cards. Unfortunately, all that was left behind.

Going home was no longer a fanciful prerogative. She yearned for safety and stability.

They finally arrived at a home in which strewn party lights burned on the opposite side. People were milling about in front. Eva assumed Ginger's neighbor was entertaining a few friends. The radio, loudly playing rock music from the Sixties, apparently masked the gunshots that had echoed from Ginger's home.

Eva realized that she and Ginger couldn't simply walk around the building in their birthday suits. They badly need clothes.

Ginger motioned to the back door. "Eddie and Kate are in front. We'll sneak in and grab a few things."

"Without asking?"

"They'll understand."

The small frame house was empty. Ginger's neighbors, and also their guests, sat in folding chairs on the front lawn. The back was too crowded with trees and bushes for entertainment purposes, and the house itself lacked the necessary room.

Eva felt odd entering someone's home without an invitation, yet Ginger seemed comfortable. They went into the master bedroom. The strings of party lights, filtering through the window, brightened the room. They had marginal illumination. Ginger opened the closet and scanned Kate's things. "Jesus. Kate buys all her things at those cheap department stores. You'd think Eddie would give her some money to buy nicer stuff."

Eva's heart pounded. She wanted to be out of there fast. "Please, let's hurry."

Ginger was not given to expedition. She took her sweet time, examining each outfit. She wasn't about to wear the first thing she saw.

Outside the house, music blared.

Eva kept glancing at the door. She continually expected someone to find them. The third time she checked, a man's silhouette suddenly appeared.

"Who's there?" came a deep voice.

"It's me, Eddie," Ginger said, as though it weren't a big deal. "I've got a friend with me, too."

"Ginger?" He stepped inside, understandably surprised. "What are you doing here? We didn't see you come."

"We came through the back."

Eddie reached for the switch. "How in the world can you see in there? It's too damn dark."

"Don't put it on, Eddie. We're in the buff."

"What's been happening up at your place?"

"It's a long story. We need clothes.. .and a lift to the airport."

"We've got people over."

"I know." Ginger moved toward him. "And I'm asking a lot. Keep your voice down, Eddie. It'll give us away."

Eva distinguished his looks in the dim light. He was a medium-sized man with curly dark hair and plain features. He had on a tank top and pair of walking shorts. Eddie compensated for his lack of good looks with muscles. The man obviously practiced with a set of weights. His pectorals and biceps were impressive.

In a calm voice, Ginger instructed Eva. "Find yourself something, doll, and make it snappy."

Eva, biting her bottom lip, followed orders.

Ginger turned to Eddie. "Promise me that if anybody asks if I was here, you never saw me." She smoothed a hand over his chest.

Eddie's jaw clenched. "Are you in trouble?"

"Sort of." She encountered solid muscle in her southbound journey. Clasping the metal tag of his zipper, Ginger slowly lowered it. His abdominals quivered. "You've always been a nice guy, Eddie. I've never shown my appreciation." She unlocked the metal teeth with agonizing delay.

"Jesus," he muttered, "Kate's out front."

"Shhhh," she motioned, smirking.

His fists balled at his sides while he watched her fluent hands. His shorts dropped to his hairy shins.

"Can I depend on you, Eddie? Will you help us?" She let out her tongue and slurped his smooth chest. She leisurely circled his nipple.

He flinched at her saliva application. His lips pulled back over white teeth. She listened to his sharp intake while licking that hardened bud. Scanning his briefs, she peeked at what was in store for her. He popped a boner. She purred at how much he had.

"God, Eddie, you're pretty big."

It amazed Eva that Ginger would think of sex at such a crucial moment. She told her to hurry, then was toying with him.

Ginger nevertheless proved to be a unique creature. She dipped into Eddie's briefs to retrieve his cock. Commensurate with his height, it dwarfed her fist. Eddie had a killer piece of equipment. Ginger couldn't imagine having it inside her.

"This isn't a good idea," he muttered, visibly stunned by her feathery touch. "I'll get in a shit load of trouble if Kate finds out."

"We'll be quiet."

Ginger pulled on him. His cock moved through her fist. Eddie was in delicious agony. Ginger slid over the countless veins, alert to his dulled pupils. His mouth dropped open. He evoked a guttural sigh.

"Think of it as fun," Ginger said, massaging . him. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to mess around with me?"

Eddie was in no shape to refuse her. In her hand rested his most treasured belonging. "Sure."

"I'm sorry we never did this before," Ginger went on, fondling him. Eddie was swollen to the extreme. She discerned his wild beat. "I had no idea I was passing up such a thrill."

Eddie roughly swallowed. The friction

Ginger engendered made speech difficult. "Yeah." He studied her big tits. The nipples protruded thickly at him. His mouth watered at them. Burying his face in them went through his mind.

Her thumb went over the jutting rim of his cockhead. A bead of cum emerged at her provocation. His Adam's apple rippled when Ginger dabbed at it.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped.

His cock burned in her grip. Ginger could feel its heat climb against her sweaty palm.

Eddie trembled. "How about licking it?"

Ginger slithered around his cum slit, then slurped that gooey seepage. That salty residue instantly melted on her tongue.

Groaning, he sucked air through his teeth. "More. Please. Lick it all over."

"Will you take us to the airport?" Ginger asked.

"I'll do whatever you want," he mentioned, leaning into her face. Shaking, he sought her bubbly moisture. Ginger bestowed him the barest amount. Eddie was willing to help them, providing she kept his dick wet.

Ginger traced the heavy vein that spanned his cock. "Mmmmm. You taste good."

Eddie groaned, then tried to seize her head. He jerked his hips. "Put it in your mouth."

"Not yet." Ginger turned to Eva. "Find something for me, too-and make it good. A classy broad like you ought to pick a decent outfit."

Eva couldn't take her eyes off Ginger and that stiff cock waving in her face. Despite her earlier trauma, she was getting turned on.

Ginger, returning her focus to Eddie, lapped his balls. Her tongue slathered that taut skin.

"Oh, Christ," he muttered, defeated by that bubbly coat. "You give great head, Ginger."

"I haven't even gotten started on you." Ginger watched him respond to her agonizing whips. Her wriggling tip rose to his thick shaft. Ginger opened her mouth and accepted his plump cap. Her lips rolled over its prominent border and her tongue circled his cum slit before weaving her initial suck. Eddie gasped as Ginger drew upon him. She increased her intake, delivering on her promise. His thighs shook around her bobbing head.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, tracking her progress through slitted eyes. "Get it all in your mouth. Take me down to the balls."

He stuffed her face. Ginger couldn't talk with that beast plugging her. Getting him to shoot fast was her goal. Ginger had to get him off before Kate investigated. Catching her husband with his dick in her mouth wouldn't have looked cool.

Her lips inched down his stiff member, absorbing it in a fit of gasps and saliva. Ginger lubricated him before gulping it. Eddie's thing hit her roof, then swerved into her throat. His shaft eventually descended into her hot vacuum. His balls relaxed on her chin. Her lips reversed direction, winding to the top. She caressed his major vein with her lips and tongue. Seconds later, it came out of her mouth. "Oh, Eddie," she murmured, "you've got such a big cock."

His features tensed as the foam tingled on his dick. He cupped the back of her head and brought her back for more.

Ginger quickly gobbled him. His chills and groans heightened as she took subsequent mouthfuls. She fondled his taut sac with her thumbs.

"Work on it, baby," he ordered, fucking her mouth. His balls hit her chin. The air went out of him as he speared the ring Ginger formed. "Suck it."

"Mmmmm," Ginger hummed against that ferociously beating cock. Tightening her lips, she stifling the force of each thrust. He gyrated his hips, feeding her his bony shaft. She raked his buttocks with her nails.

Eva trembled. She donned a pair of panties, then a simple dress. Kate's clothes weren't perfect, but functional. It was tougher finding an ensemble for Ginger. Eva's measurements were closer to Kate's than the voluptuous redhead.

The slobbering sounds coming from the dark drew her attention. Ginger's lustrous red hair shifted down her back as she dwelled before Eddie's crotch. She could hear Ginger taking Eddie into her mouth, sucking him deep. His groans echoed even above the rock music. Those animal grunts made her wet.

Ginger fell back on her haunches. "Do me a favor, doll," she said to Eva. "Finish him off while I dress."

Eva gazed at that juicy cock. Ginger had sucked it well. Her spit dripped from his heavy knob. He jutted at her, running his fingers up and down the bottom of its length. Her appetite flared. She yearned to suck on it.

Eva knelt before him. Ginger massaged her shoulders while Eddie took aim.

"Oh, yeah," Eddie gasped as he filled her mouth. The change of lips and tongue added to the rush. Leisurely, he pumped her face. "Eat it."

Eva gave him a moist, steady pull. She tasted Ginger's saliva on his taut skin. Eddie afforded her little chance to lick him. Clasping her head, he pumped her. His dick sank into her throat. Her senses dulled as he bombarded her with solid bone.

His fists clenched and loosened. His shaking intensified. Eva could feel his joy spike. Her snake-like tip expedited his gratification. His cheeks flared with color. His eyes moistened and grew dull.

"I want you to swallow it," he said, seconds before spewing. "Oh, Christ. I'm going to cum so much."

Eva absorbed his fat dick. In and out of her face, he flew. His balls struck her chin. She twisted her lips around his heavy base while sucking hard.

Eddie's eyes shut and his teeth clenched. A savage growl echoed through the room. "Arghh. Arghh."

His cumhole widened and a dense torrent erupted. He hotly squirted on her tongue. Eva cupped his flexing buns while he fully discharged himself. His jism filled her cheeks, swirling around his spurting cock, before she downed it.

After creaming in her face, Eddie removed his dick. Sighing, he slumped against the wall and tried reclaiming his presence of mind.

Her fingers curled around his solid shaft. Eva extracted the last of his white stuff from the tip. Eddie groaned as the excess dripped from his angry head before her tongue retrieved it. Eva immediately dispatched it.

"Christ," he muttered, trembling from her flickering whips. "Ahhhh."

Eva stroked the backs of his hairy thighs. She enjoyed his manly texture. Licking her lips, she cleaned the last of his goo.

Ginger stood before them, fully attired. "Okay, doll, let's scram before the wife catches you with your fly open. Tell her you're running to the store for some ice."

"She won't buy that. We've got a cooler with two bags of it."

"Use your noodle then. My friend and I have a plane to catch."

"Where are you flying?" he asked. "As far away from here as we can get."