Chapter 2
Jeremy Lake left an exhausted but thoroughly satisfied Jennie Burton behind, continuing on his journey to deposit Dallas Marshall at his supervisor's office. "So, I was supposed to consider this little glacier worth the wait," he mused as he drove. "Fat chance."
He couldn't believe she had remained sleeping throughout his sexy encounter with Jennie. Even now she slept like the dead. Must have been a helluva drive for her today, he thought.
Unwillingly, his eyes moved again and again to the sleeping woman beside him. Her long golden hair trailed sensuously across her shoulders, gently curving at the ends. Blonde tendrils clung to each of her well round tits. For once Jeremy found it impossible to detect whether or not a woman was wearing a bra. He decided at last that she was, probably out of some sense of ranger decorum or something.
Her slender wrists and hands had fallen to rest lightly on the cleft between her legs. Jeremy wished she would shift in her sleep so that he could catch the outline of her snatch beneath her cotton slacks. He sighed, that was another reason to regret her being a ranger. All of that female loveliness would be lost in a uniform. Idly he wondered what color her pubic hair was. Dark and mysterious? Or blonde and mysterious? He chuckled to himself.
"You'd be great for a couple of hours in the bush," he whispered. When she didn't stir, he continued, "Oh, lady, what I wouldn't give to be squeezing those ripe melons on your chest right now."
He came to a sudden decision. This woman was not going to last the summer in the rangers. He would see to it personally. And he would also see to it that he got into those pants of hers at the first opportunity.
"We're here," he said, nudging her awake. "This is the main headquarters for the rangers here in the center of the park. Roger Layton's office is in that building." He pointed toward a log structure about a hundred yards away from where he'd parked the Jeep.
Unlike most people who started groggily from a short sleep, Dallas was instantly awake. She scanned the line of buildings, then headed toward the one Jeremy had pointed out. Jeremy followed closely on her heels.
"Welcome aboard, Dallas," Roger Layton beamed from behind his large oak desk.
Jeremy glared at him. "You knew Dallas Marshall was a woman all along, didn't you?"
"Well, with a job like this we do require extensive research into the applicant's background." Layton smiled impishly, his graying hair the only evidence of age in the man. His face was tanned leather and his body rock hard from years of physical labor. "I admit it would have been pretty difficult not to notice that Miss Marshall was female."
To her surprise, the gently suggestive look in Layton's eyes did not spark her temper, but instead sent a shivering warmth to her snatch. She could feel the wetness seeping into her panties at the mere thought of bedding this sly old fox. "Please, call me Dallas," she said. She extended her hand.
Layton gripped it solidly in her own. She felt her cunt tingle. If no one else in the park service liked her, it would be enough to have a friend like Roger Layton.
She watched the play of emotions on the faces of the two men. Layton was clearly enjoying himself. He could have told the rangers weeks ago that their new recruit was a woman, but he likely saw it as more fun this way. And she sensed it was the older man's way of getting an honest reaction out of men like Jeremy.
Exhausted, she excused herself and headed out the door, but not before she heard the beginning of the heated words being exchanged between the two men. Jeremy Lake wasn't going to take a woman in the rangers so easily. She wondered if a mind so closed could ever be opened.
She refused to dwell on it further. All she wanted was a hot bath and a warm bed. Tomorrow she began her career as a full-fledged ranger and she damn well intended to be ready for anything. She crawled into bed and was instantly asleep.
She woke to the first shimmering rays of the sun sifting through the lace curtains of her room. It couldn't be morning already, she sighed. Stretching her supple body languorously, she delayed getting out of bed for a few minutes. This would be her last night to sleep naked for sometime. She enjoyed the feel of the fresh, clean linen against her nude flesh. The country fabric roused her nipples to tiny peaks of hardness.
Without conscious thought she reached up and began playing with first one, then the other. What would Roger Layton's mouth feel like on her firm boobs, she wondered? Or even Jeremy Lake's.
Her tongue traced the outline of her lips, slowly, sensuously. She allowed her finger to trail downward from her breast until it rested just above the golden muff of her cunt. She moaned in frustration, unbidden desire building within her. Unable to stop herself she continued manipulating her nipples with one hand, while the other gently probed her throbbing clit.
"Oooh," she sighed, caught up in a passion too long denied.
Her middle finger slipped from her clit. In an unleashed frenzy she plunged it into her steamy twat. In and out, in and out she thrust the tiny digit. Her breathing rate increased. With a sudden violence she kicked off the restraining sheet. Deeper and deeper she forced her finger into her seething hole. Sobbing with frustration she realized her slim finger made a poor substitute for a thick hard dick.
With increasing urgency she continued the desperate fingering of her gash. Her legs spread wide apart with an instinct all their own. Faster, faster she urged her finger to bring her what only a cock could fully deliver.
In a blinding effort for fulfillment she pinched and pulled each nipple with her other hand. With head bent forward she raised her left breast to her mouth.
Tenderly at first, then with mounting need she sucked and pulled on the orb, licking and teasing the nipple frequently with her darting tongue. As if jealous of the attention, her right tit began to throb. Dallas quickly transferred her lapping tongue to her right cone. Waves of delight surged through her body. Maybe she could bring herself off after all!
Her cunt juices flowed freely now, bathing her slit in their warmth. Working feverishly her mouth scampered from globe to globe. Dallas heard herself groaning as she jammed three fingers into her spasming hole. Her back arched again, higher this time, as she bucked her way toward release.
"I don't believe it!" she cried. "I'm actually coming. I'm coming! Oh, it's been so long! So damned long! Oh, I wish I had a cock to ream me. What I wouldn't give for a big fat dick in my cunt right now." Faster, faster her fingers stroked.
"Oooooaaahhhh!" she sighed. Thrilling shivers of excitement heaved through her. A ripping orgasm tore through her entire body, jolting her into wave after wave of long denied pleasure. She made no effort to hold back.
Thoroughly exhausted at last, she lay limply back against the feather pillows. Her body, physically frustrated for months, was now partially appeased. A light, damp sweat glistened across her naked skin.
She didn't want to think about what she'd just allowed to happen. It shouldn't have happened, she knew. Not if she wanted to give her total concentration to her job.
"Damn! I could just see Jeremy Lake's face if he saw what happened here this morning. Typical horny bitch, he'd say. More interested in sex than her career. Well, I'll be damned if I'll ever let him see that part of me."
Suppressing a shudder, she forced herself out of bed. Could she really keep her traitorous body under control? For the sake of her job, she hoped so.
From outside her window the fresh scent of pine mingled with wood smoke assailed her nostrils, providing, temporarily at least, a respite from the turmoil of the morning. No one was going to force her from this jab just because she was a woman. She'd always given a hundred ten percent. She wasn't going to stop now.
Dressing quickly, she hurried down to the mess hall to confront her co-workers on her first full day on the job.
"Over here!" called the familiar voice.
She looked toward the opposite side of the large room with its dozen bench tables to see Jeremy Lake and another man waving that she could join them. Not trusting Lake in the least, she nevertheless crossed the room to his side.
"You're looking lovely this morning," he said.
"Cut the bullshit," Dallas snapped. "I'm here to do a job, and I'm going to do it."
"Didn't I tell you she was feisty," Jeremy grinned, nudging an elbow into the side of his companion. "Oh, where are my manners?" he groaned, his tone of voice indicating he could care less about courtesy where Dallas was concerned. "I'd like you to meet my friend Nathan Collins."
Dallas shook hands with the sandy-haired giant. He was as good looking as Jeremy, though not even a tenth as arrogant, she'd wager. He smiled good-naturedly and gripped her hand firmly. "Nice to have you aboard, Dallas. Don't pay any attention to big-toed boobs like Jeremy here."
"Hey, she's the one with the boobs . . . "
"Cut it out, Jeremy," Nate warned. "She's got a right to a fair chance at least. And I, for one, intend to give it to her."
Jeremy sighed. "All right, all right, I know when I'm licked. Or at least outnumbered. But I'll tell this to both of you," he pointed a finger at Dallas, "and remember, I'm saying this to your face. You won't last two weeks out here. Two weeks."
"Care to make that bet interesting?" Dallas queried.
"Damned interesting, in fact." His eyes trailed suggestively up and down her body. "If I'm right and you're out in two weeks, you strip naked and fuck my brains out in the place of my choice."
"I what?" Dallas sputtered.
"You heard me. Is it a deal?"
"And what if I'm not out? What's in this deal for me?"
"You name it, honey doll."
Dallas stiffened. She was getting very tired of this arrogant bastard's attitude. It was high time someone taught him a lesson. But dare she take such a risky bet? What if she lost . . . then he would have the right to . . . ? No, she wouldn't think of that. She would win.
"All right," she said. "You said I could name it, right?"
"Just say the word."
"You're my slave for twenty-four hours." It was Jeremy's turn to look a little pale. "Your what?"
"My slave. Whatever this woman wants, Mister Male Chauvinist Piglet, this woman gets. Understood?"
For the briefest instant Jeremy hesitated, then he laughed heartily. "Hey, what am I thinking of? I'm not going to have to be anybody's slave. You're going to be sucking my dick, after you quit the service."
Dallas stuck out a hand. "Then we've got a bet?"
Jeremy accepted the handshake. "Done." Nate laughed. "You've really gone and done it to yourself this time, Jeremy. And I'm a witness."
"You mean you think she's got a chance,"
Jeremy sniffed. "Hell, easiest fuck I ever got. Two weeks, Marshall. Two weeks."
With that he and Nate headed toward their Jeep. "Well," he called behind them, his blue eyes boring into Dallas's, "aren't you coming?"
"With you?" Damn, she should have known the bastard had something up his sleeve.
"Hell yes with us," he said, chuckling. "Maybe I shouldn't have said two weeks." He waited as she vaulted into the Jeep. "With what I've got in mind for you today, honey, I would have been safe to say two hours." He grabbed at his crotch as the Jeep roared to life. "I might as well get my meat ready. Your tongue is going to be sliding up and down my dong before the day is out."