Feeding Time
“This is really a nice place, Mrs. Westbrook,” said Joanie as she looked out past the deck at the lake behind the house.
“Yes, it is,” Rachel Westbrook agreed.
“I’ve just got one question.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t get me wrong and everything, but why do the current owners need me. I mean if I had a place like this, I think I’d want to use it any way I could.
The middle-aged property manager sighed and for a moment, Joanie wondered if the woman was hiding something. It almost seemed that way but that was probably just her imagination, she thought. After all, with some of the stuff she was studying in school, maybe it was only reasonable that her imagination might run away from her from time to time. “The current owners,” the property manager said finally, are, um, are working through some things.”
“What kind of things?”
“Things that are none of your concern.”
So, she was hiding something, Joanie thought. That was so cool. There was a secret here. She wondered what it was.
“Your job is merely to keep the place in order so when the time comes, the owners can sell it.”
“They’re going to sell it?”
“Well, that is one of their options.” The manager produced a card. “Here’s my contact information. Please don’t hesitate to call me if there are any problems.”
“I’m sure everything will be fine,” Joanie assured her.
The property manager just looked Joanie over before giving her a curt nod. “I certainly hope so. Things have been left ... unresolved for far too long.”
“Unresolved? What’s that mean?”
“Nothing, really. Just a figure of speech. Enjoy your stay, Ms. Stephenson.”
“I’m sure I will,” Joanie assured the woman.
The property manager nodded again. “Enjoy your summer but don’t enjoy it too much.”
“I totally got it.”
Kerry couldn’t help but look up from the book she was reading. “What did you totally get?” she asked in a bored voice.
“I got that housesitting job I was going for over the summer.
“Yeah?”
“So while you poor schmucks are working your tails off selling clothes at the Gap to teenagers spending mommy and daddy’s money, I’m going to be taking care of Winstead Manor.”
“I’m happy for you,” Kerry said in the same bored tone.
“You should be, and do you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because since I’ve got the keys to the place, it means I can do whatever I want.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I was thinking of inviting you and Kevin up, that is if you want to bring someone along for me.”
Kerry finally put down her book. “You know,” she said, “now that you mention it, I think maybe it might be good to get away for the weekend.
Joanie grinned at her roommate. “I thought maybe you might see it my way. So what do you think? You think you might want to come?”
“Oh, I’m sure of it, but if you really want to make sure to get boys to come, you just need one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Free beer in the fridge. That’ll get the boys every time.”
Joanie laughed with her roommate. “I think I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.
Enjoy your summer but don’t enjoy it too much, Joanie recalled the stern woman telling her. God, what a downer that was. The woman must been loads of fun at any party she was invited to that is if anyone ever bothered to invite her to a party.
The town of Waterford would probably have been classified as a resort town if it weren’t for the fact that it was so out of the way. The town really didn’t look that big. Probably didn’t have more than 10,000 people Joanie thought, but that was what made it so cute and the lake with the hills rising up behind it was just so beautiful. It probably should have been a resort, the college coed reasoned, but she was definitely glad that it wasn’t.
Joanie was at the store stocking up for her new digs. She’d kept her friend’s suggestion in mind and she’d bought a couple of cases of beer. The boys would certainly like that.
“You’re new here in town,” said the woman behind the counter.
“That’s right. I’m staying at Winstead Manor.”
“What?”
“I’m staying at Winstead Manor.”
The woman behind the counter gave Joanie an odd look and then she looked around as if she feared someone might be listening and then she leaned forward. “Listen, Honey,” she said quickly, “you don’t want to be staying there.”
“Why not?” Joanie asked.
Again, the clerk looked around as if she thought someone might be listening. “Let’s just say that odd things happen to the people who stay there.
Joanie was intrigued. “What sort of things?” she asked.
“Odd things,” the clerk said and then she suddenly straightened up and her tone suddenly became much less conspiratorial “Listen, I hope you enjoy your stay here in town. Would you like someone to deliver your groceries to you?”
“What?”
“I believe Nancy was asking if you’d like to have someone deliver your groceries,” said the man in line behind Joanie.
He was a police officer of some sort, Joanie thought. The town didn’t actually have a police force, she remembered, so that probably made him a sheriff. No wait, there was only one sheriff so that probably made him a deputy. Unless, of course, he actually was the sheriff, Joanie thought with a giggle.
“Miss,” said the clerk.
“Yes?”
“Would you like someone to deliver your groceries to you?”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s a service we offer. We have a boy who delivers the groceries. You can take yours with you of course, but if you want to run some errands or something like that, it’s kind of a neat thing to do.”
It did sound neat, Joanie realized, and she’d just gotten into town and yeah, she did think maybe she wanted to look around. “You don’t charge extra for it, do you?”
“For the delivery? Heck no. Perish the thought.”
“Okay then. I’ll do it.”
“What time would you like Ralphie to come by then?”
“Ralphie?”
“That’s our delivery boy. Ralphie Waites.”
“Oh. You mean I can pick any time I want?”
“As long as it’s not already taken.”
“How about five o’clock?”
“Five’s fine. You want that time?”
“Sure.”
“All right then. I’ll let Ralphie know. You just need to make sure you’re home at that time.”
“I will.”
“All right then. Ralphie will see you then and I hope you enjoy your stay with us.”
The cashier’s tone seemed cordial enough but was there something else as well. It almost seemed as if there was a bit of uneasiness, too.
It wasn’t like she really needed to have her groceries delivered, Joanie thought. In fact, to be fair about it, it probably would have been easier to cart the groceries off on her own, but there was just such a rustic charm to it, and besides, maybe the guy delivering the groceries would be cute.
Now where had that come from, Joanie asked herself. Sure she was staying here by herself but that didn’t mean she was on the prowl for some guy so why was she wondering if the delivery boy was going to be cute.
Still, it might be fun, she thought with a bit of a giggle but as quickly as that thought had come, it was just as easily discarded. It didn’t matter how cute the delivery boy might be. She wasn’t like that.
She’d been home for fifteen minutes when she heard a knock at her front door. She looked at her watch and her watch said five o’clock exactly. Was this really the boy from the grocery store?
She went to answer the door and sure enough, there on her doorstep was a boy. He wasn’t really that much younger than her. Heck, for that matter, he might not even have been a boy. In fact, the two of them might have been the same age.
“I’m Ralph,” the boy said.
“I thought they said your name was Ralphie.”
The boy’s face clouded over. “I don’t like that name. “That’s what they call me.”
“They?”
“The grown-ups. They still treat me like I’m a kid, but I’m not you know. I’m eighteen.”
“I’m sorry.”
The boy’s face lightened up. “Hey, you didn’t know. You were just repeating what someone else said.”
“I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“Like I said, it’s not your fault.”
“Thanks.”
The boy just waved it off. “So where do you want these groceries.”
“Um, if you could bring them into the kitchen.”
“Sure. Not a problem.”
The boy brought the groceries into the kitchen. “Is there anything else you need?” he asked.
“I, um, yeah, I could use some help.”
“With what?”
“All work and no play makes Joanie a dull girl so I was wondering if you could help me with this,” she said as she pulled up her jeans skirt and let her hand play with her pussy.
“Whoa!”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m rubbing my panties against my pussy. Can’t you tell?”
“Yeah, but why?”
Why? That was the question, Joanie asked herself, but in the next instant, she didn’t worry about why. What mattered was when, as in when was she going to get a cock in her pussy. “I’m horny,” she said.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“Are you horny, too?”
Ralph licked his lips nervously. “Listen,” he said. “I think maybe I should be going.”
“Why? Don’t I make you horny?”
“I, um, I didn’t say that.”
“Maybe you need to see my pussy.”
“W-what?”
“I said maybe you need to see my pussy.”
“Listen. Maybe I should—”
“I got something for you.”
The boy couldn’t help but stare as the woman opened her jeans. “I, um, I really think—”
“I think that’s your problem. I think you think too much. How old are you?”
“W-what?”
“I asked you how old you were.”
The boy licked his lips. “I’m um, I told you, I’m eighteen.”
“You ever fucked a girl?”
“What?”
“I asked you if you ever fucked a girl.”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Really? You don’t sound too sure about it but let me ask you this. You ever had a girl fuck you back?”
“I ... I don’t know what you mean.”
“I guess I’ll take that as a no. You want to know what that’s like?”
“Do I want to know what what’s like?”
“Do you want to know what it’s like to have a girl fuck you back?”
“I guess.”
“Well come here then.”
Joanie led the boy into the living room and then her hands pried open his belt. Moments later, she was taking his pants down and then his underwear, too, and her hand seemed to find its way almost magically to his cock. “Well now,” she said, “what have we got here?” and then without waiting for the boy to answer, she said, “I bet you’d like me to suck this.”
“Shit,” the boy groaned.
“Yeah, I know what you want,” Joanie said as she shoved the boy down on the couch. “Take off that shirt.”
Ralphie quickly complied and even as he was doing that, Joanie was peeling off her top.
“Would you look at me,” Joanie cooed. “Look at me. My breasts are totally exposed and my nipples are so hard. Do you like my breasts?”
“Y-yeah.”
“But I’ll bet you like my mouth even more, especially if I got it wrapped around your dick.”
Whatever the boy might have said was lost in a low moan as Joanie wrapped her mouth around his cock. “Fuck,” the boy moaned. “Oh God. Fuck.”
Joanie just kept on sucking.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned. “Oh fuck.”
And still Joanie kept on sucking.
“Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”
Joanie’s mouth slipped free from the boy’s cock. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“What’d you just say?”
“I, um, I said I was going to cum. Why?”
“That’s what I thought you said but you can’t do that.”
“What?”
“You can’t do that,” Joanie said as she started to stand. “You can’t do that until I get to feel you in my pussy,” and with that, she straddled the boy’s legs and she was leading his cock to her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned.
“That’s my line,” Joanie said as she drove her pussy down onto his cock and then she pulled herself up only to drive herself back down again. “How’s that feel?” she asked. “How’s it feel to have a girl fucking your cock?”
“It feels good,” the boy groaned.
“I’ll bet it feels better than that,” Joanie said as she drove her pussy down on the boy’s cock.
“Yeah,” he groaned.
“Yeah what?”
“Y-yeah. It feels better than that.”
“I bet you want to cum in my pussy.”
Whatever Ralphie might have intended to say was lost in groans and moans as his cock finally came inside Joanie’s cock-hungry pussy. “That’s it,” she cooed even as her hands alternately stroked and grabbed his hair. “That’s it. You know what to do. You want to cum in my pussy. You want to fuck me good.”
Ralphie had been fun, Joanie told herself after the boy had left. Of course, it had taken some doing to get him going but once she’d gotten him started, he’d been fun and she was she’d be having her groceries delivered again.
God, she was still horny though. That was the cool thing about being in a house all by yourself. You could do whatever you wanted and you didn’t have to worry about what anyone else could see.
She’d put her panties on to walk Ralphie to the door but that was all she’d put on. She’d lingered with him at the door and she’d let her hands drop down below his waist. He was getting hard again. Maybe, she told herself ...
No, she’d let him go for now but she was sure she’d be having back again real soon. “You were fun,” she’d said.
“Yeah,” the boy had said.
What was that, Joanie wondered. Was he ... was he actually having regrets. Her hand tightened around his cock. “You going to come back around here?” she asked.
“I s’pose.”
“I hope you do. You have a great cock.”
“Thanks.”
“No need to thank me. You earned that. Are you going to give me a kiss?”
“Sure.”
They kissed. It wasn’t anything real great. It was just a kiss.
“I hope you come back here real soon.”
“Me, too,” the boy said and then he was gone.
It wasn’t long before Joanie had her panties off and her fingers between her legs. She was on the very same couch where she’d not that long ago fucked Ralphie’s cock but now it was her fingers that were doing all the work.
God, she was horny, she told herself. She was so horny.
All work and no play makes Joanie a dull girl, Joanie thought.
Her other hand played with her tits while her fingers diddled her pussy. She didn’t question her horniness. She just accepted it. It felt good to be horny.
Her fingers rubbed her clitty. Oh geez. She was so close. Harder. Faster.
She was so wet. Oh geez. Rub her clitty. Squeeze her titties. Oh fuck.
She was so close. Oh geez. She was almost there.
She was so close.
She was so horny.
She was cumming even as her fingers rubbed her clitty. God, she loved that. She loved getting herself off.
“Oh my God, you guys are finally here.”
“We said we’d come,” Kerry said.
“I know, but it took you long enough.”
“Some of just couldn’t get away,” Kerry said.
“Hey,” Joanie said as she slid a hand around her friend and gave her a hug and yet even as she did, she couldn’t help noticing the two boys. Kevin was Kerry’s beau but they’d brought along a friend and Joanie couldn’t help but wonder what kind of a cock Scott had. “I’m just glad you guys are here.”
“So this is the place,” Kerry said.
“This is it,” Joanie said proudly as she walked her friends out onto the deck. “Winstead Manor. I’m sure you guys noticed the lake on the way up. Well as you can see, the manor is right up on the lake.”
“Wow.”
“Ooh.”
“And if you decide the lake’s too cold, you can always heat things up in the hot tub.”
“Nice,” her friend said and the two boys agreed.
“There’s a boat house out there,” Joanie said, “although I haven’t tried it yet.”
“No?”
“Well, if I wanted to go out in a boat, I think I’d like to have a big, strong man with me,” she said and once more, she snuck a peek at Scott. At six feet or there abouts, he certainly fit the bill as far as she was concerned and his rugged looks did nothing to dampen her initial reaction. She wondered if he worked out or was he just that naturally muscly all over.
“What else is there?” Kerry asked.
“Let’s go back inside.”
The four of them went back inside. “There are four bedrooms,” Joanie explained, “two on the left and two on the right.”
Her guests nodded at the explanation.
“The cool thing is this center area. I guess you could call it the common area but it’s so nice and wide and open.”
Again, her guests nodded.
“And of course you can sit right here and look right out at the lake, that is if you’re not sitting out on the deck instead.”
“Cool,” Kerry said.
“Yep,” her boyfriend Kevin agreed. “Very cool.”
The other boy, Scott, said nothing which as far as Joanie was concerned was too bad because really, it was his opinion that she really wanted.
It was some time later and Scott was alone in his room. Cool place, he thought as he got himself ready for bed and man, that Joanie girl had sure lucked out when she’d gotten a hold of a sweet deal like this.
There was a knock at his door. Odd, Scott thought. He wondered who that could be. He looked down at himself. He was only wearing his pajama bottoms but hey, that was the way he liked to sleep, but should he maybe put something else on?
Fuck it, he told himself. Too much bother. “Yeah,” he called out.
For a moment, nothing happened but then the door cracked open and his hostess peeked her head inside. “He-e-e-ere’s Joanie,” she called out.
“Something I can do for you?” Scott asked.
“All work and no play makes Joanie a dull girl.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Joanie opened the door even wider and as she stepped into the room, Scott couldn’t help but gasp. He might have been topless in his pajamas but if one didn’t count the little see-through teddy that hid absolutely nothing, then she was just as topless as him and as far as the bottoms went, while he might have been wearing a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, Joanie was wearing nothing more than a skimpy, little white thong. “I thought you might need something,” she said.
“I ... I ... I—” the man stammered. “I think I’m fine.”
“Oh, no,” the girl said as she shut the door behind her. “Not fine. Not fine at all.”
“No?”
“No,” she said as she stepped forward and then she was dropping to her knees and her hands were pulling his pajama bottoms down. “Not fine at all,” she said again as she took his underwear down and then she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Scott groaned as she started to suck on his cock.
Joanie didn’t say anything. She just kept sucking.
“Fuck,” Scott groaned again. “You’re going to make me ... oh fuck.”
Joanie’s mouth just kept right on sucking even as that cock erupted in her mouth.
“Fuck,” the boy groaned again. “What are you doing?”
Joanie didn’t say anything because her mouth was too busy working the boy’s cock.
“Fuck,” the boy groaned. “Fuck. You’re getting me hard again.”
One almost could hear Joanie moan, “Mm hmm,” even as her mouth continued to suck his cock.
“Fuck. You got to stop doing that,” Scott moaned.
Joanie finally pulled back. “You want me to stop?”
“I want you to do something else.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to join me on the bed. Can we do that?”
“We can do whatever you like,” Joanie cooed.
“Then that’s what I want you to do,” Scott said. “I want you to join me on the bed.”
Joanie stood. “How do you want me?”
“What?”
“How do you want me?” she asked again. “How do you want to fuck me?”
“Just lie down on the bed,” Scott said.
Joanie laid down on the bed and she looked up at Scott. “Now what?”
“Oh fuck. Spread your legs.”
“You mean like this?”
“Yeah,” Scott said as he positioned himself between her legs. His cock was rock hard as he pressed himself up against Joanie’s wet and waiting hole. “Yeah, I mean like that.”
Joanie moaned as she took that cock inside her.
“Fuck, you really like this, don’t you?”
“I love it.”
Scott groaned as he continued to work that cock inside her pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck. You’re ... you’re not like I expected.”
“Not like you expected?”
Scott shook his head.
“What’d you expect.”
“I ... I don’t know. Something else, I guess. Something more ... something more restrained.”
“Well, this is all me,” Joanie said. “I just need to get fucked so bad.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I need to cum. I need to cum so bad.”
“Yeah?”
“But first—”
“First?”
“I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“You do, do ya?”
“Yeah. That’s what I want. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“Then that’s what I want, too.”
“You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you? You’re going to cum in my pussy?”
“Yeah.”
“I want it, Baby. I want it now.”
Scott couldn’t help but groan as his cock emptied itself inside of Joanie’s eager, little hole.
“Oh my God,” Joanie moaned. “Oh my God. Yeah, that’s it. Oh my God. You’re making me cum. You’re making me cum so fucking good.”
Joanie sat there in the dark, playing with her pussy. Scott was there beside her and he was snoring but that was okay. She might need him later but she didn’t need him now.
One hand played with her breasts even as the other played with her pussy. Oh yeah, that was good. That was so-o-o-o fucking good. She still had Scott’s cum in her pussy but that was fine. She was close to cumming. It wouldn’t take that much more before she was cumming again.
Oh yeah. She was being consumed but that was a good thing. She rubbed her clitty even hard. She wanted to be consumed. She wanted to be eaten.
Almost there. So close. It felt so good. It felt so good to be eaten. It felt so good to be eaten by someone else.
Something, she corrected herself. Oh geez. She was close. She was so fucking close.
Her fingers finally got her off and she sighed at the release that came with that. That was what she needed.
She needed to be consumed.
She needed to be eaten.
She needed to fuck again ... and again ... and again.
“Hey, Kev, whatcha doin?”
“Nothing much. Just handgun’ around.”
“I was going to go hang out around by the hot tub. Maybe you’d like to hang around with me.”
“I don’t know, Joanie. Kerry’s—”
“What? Jealous? Come on. You’re not going to tell me you let Kerry tell you what to do?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?”
“I don’t know. It’s just weird. I mean what if Scott came by and saw us?”
“Come on. He’s Kerry’s friend. I barely know him.”
“Yeah but I heard you two the other night. I’d say you know each other a little bit better now.”
“So you heard us, huh?”
That was odd, Kevin thought. You would have expected a person and especially someone like Joanie to be more embarrassed at a revelation like that but Joanie seemed almost to be proud of the fact.
“Listen, I’ll make it easy on you,” Joanie said. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, so how about it. You want to go hot tubbing with me?”
“I guess.”
“Geez, you could try and sound a little bit more enthused than that. It’s not like I’m going to torture you or nothing.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just come have some fun with me.”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t long before Kevin and Joanie were sitting in the hot tub. “I just love this,” Joanie said. “It’s so relaxing. I feel like I could just sit here and let all my tensions drain away.”
“Yeah,” Kevin agreed.
Joanie opened her eyes and she looked at Kevin. “You know what’s missing though?”
“What?”
“We need something to drink.”
“Yeah,” Kevin agreed. “I could use a beer.”
“Yeah,” Joanie agreed, “but I’m not going to go get one now.”
“Me neither,” Kevin agreed.
“Kev?”
“Yeah?”
“You ever fucked in a hot tub?”
“What?” Kevin asked but even as he did, he felt Joanie’s hand under the water. “Joanie!”
“What?”
“You promised.”
“I said I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to do but if what I’m feeling here is any indication, I’m not doing anything you don’t want me to do.”
“But Kerry—”
“Isn’t here,” Joanie finished, “and I am and I’m so horny.”
“No,” Kevin protested but already Joanie had her hand down inside his trunks and she was stroking his cock.
“No?” she asked.
“Fuck.”
“That’s just what I intend to do,” and that’s when Kevin realized Joanie had her top loose then she was throwing it up onto the deck.
“Oh God.”
“Don’t be that way, Baby. I just want to fuck.”
Obviously, Kevin thought, because now her bikini bottoms were lying up there on the deck right next to her bikini top.
“You should take these off, too,” Joanie said with a tug against his trunks.
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I’m not going to do it.”
“Then I’ll scream.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you going to scream?”
“So everyone will come running. So everyone will see you’re in a hot tub with a naked woman. So Kerry will see that you’re here with me. But then you don’t really that, do you?”
“No.”
“Then take off your trunks.”
Kevin said nothing.
“Okay. You’ve left me no choice.”
“Wait,” Kevin said at the last moment.
“Wait?”
Off came his trunks and moments later, they were up on the dick right next to Joanie’s bikini top and bottoms.
“Now this is what I really like about hot tubbing,” Joanie said as she climbed up onto Kevin’s lap.
“Joanie, no.”
“You worry too much.”
“You don’t worry enough.”
“Come on. Just feel the feel of my pussy against your cock.”
Kevin groaned. “No.”
“Yes. Grab my tits.”
His eyes seemed to focus on her tits almost as if he were seeing them for the very first time. “I ... I can’t.”
“Yes you can. You know you want to but if you’re afraid someone’s going to see you, then grab my ass. My ass is underwater and I know you want to grab my ass. I’ve seen you looking at my butt. Come on. Do it. Grab my ass.”
“I ... I—”
“Do it. Grab my ass.”
Kevin’s hands grabbed her butt.
“Oh yeah. Now that’s what I want and I love it when you grab my ass while my pussy fucks your cock.”
It was almost as if the two of them were waiting for the inevitable next step and both of them moaned as Joanie’s pussy slid down around Kevin’s cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Mmm, then I know you’re really going to like this,” she said as she started to grind her pussy on the man’s cock, “and even if you don’t like it, I know I will.”
“Fuck,” the boy groaned. There was just something so hot about it. Maybe it was the roiling of the water or his hands on her ass or maybe it was how soft and smooth her wet skin felt in the water and then of course, there was the grinding of her pussy.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm, I’m glad.”
“I’m going to cum.”
“Oh yeah, Baby. I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” the boy groaned. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“Oh I know, Baby. It’s good for me, too. I love it when you cum in my pussy.”
“I am so glad for you,” a new voice dripped sarcastically.
“Kerry,” the boy said.
“Aw, aw, aw,” the girl said. “First things first. All work and no play makes Joanie a dull girl so first, you need to take care of my pussy.”
“No, I—”
“You heard her,” Kerry’s voice dripped. “Take care of her pussy.”
“But—”
“You’ve come this far,” Kerry said. “Just do it.”
Kevin groaned and this time, there was no doubt about what he was doing.
“Oh God,” Joanie gushed. “That feels so good.”
“God, I can’t believe you two,” Kerry’s said, “An ass hole and a whore.”
“Oh come on. Don’t be such a prude.”
“A prude? You’re fucking my boyfriend.”
“Oh? So he’s still your boyfriend?”
“Well, that remains to be seen.”
“Yeah?”
“Joanie?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re still fucking my boyfriend.”
“I know, but I can’t help myself.”
“Joanie!”
“What?”
“You’ve changed.”
“No, I haven’t. I’m the same old person I always was.”
“Oh, so you mean you were always a slut?”
“I am not a slut.”
“Says you.”
“Yeah. Says me and you know what?”
“What?”
“Me and the boys are leaving.”
“What?”
“You heard me. We’re leaving.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a slut.”
“I am not a slut.”
“We’ve been over this.”
Joanie couldn’t believe it but her friend was just walking away. Well fine. She could be like that if she wanted. She didn’t need her friend anyway.
Yeah and besides, she could feel the fire burning between her legs. What she really needed was a cock to fuck.
And just because she needed a cock, that didn’t make her a slut.
“I really thought she’d last a little longer,” Rachel Westbrook said.
The sheriff looked at the blond in his holding cell that had at one time been Joanie. There wasn’t much of the old person left now but then Joanie didn’t care. All she really wanted to do was fuck. “Well, obviously she didn’t,” the sheriff said.
“Yeah.”
“So what are you going to do now?”
“What can I do? We can’t let the house stand empty so I guess I’m going to have to find someone else.”
“On this short notice?”
“Do we have a choice?”
The sheriff knew the answer just as well as the property manager. The house needed to feed and the house fed on sexual energy but if there wasn’t someone inside its walls, well, the house had ways of reaching out and feeding on whatever it could find and no one wanted that. “You got a line on anyone?” the sheriff asked.
“Actually, yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“The girl, Joanie, she had a roommate. She’s a college student, too, well, just like Joanie was. I was wondering if the roommate might want to make a few bucks over the summer.”
“Call her up and let’s see what she says but Rachel—”
“Yeah?”
“We’ve got to get someone in there before the house needs to feed again.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“I’m just reminding you.”
“I don’t need to be reminded, Andy. I know perfectly well what the house needs and believe you me, I have no intention of letting the house go hungry.