Skanky Town
Chapter 2 — Stranger in a Strange Land
For a moment, Susan had no idea where she was. All she knew was she was laying on a bed and she still had her clothes on.
The car, she thought. It had broken down. That was it. She and Jake had hiked into town. That was it.
Jake. Where was Jake. Susan was still a little groggy as she pulled herself up off the bed. “Jake,” she called out. “Jake, are you here?”
There was no answer and considering that she was in a hotel room, if he was there, even if he was in the bathroom, he should have been able to hear her.
Where the hell was he?
She gritted her teeth in frustration even as she looked at the clock beside the bed. It was nearly four o’clock, and she might have known how long she’d been asleep if she could remember when she’d gone to sleep, so what should she do? Should she go find him or should she wait for him to find her?
Or maybe she should go to the bathroom first.
Wherever Jake was, he definitely wasn’t in the hotel room with her.
And she definitely had to pee.
It was hardly anything she thought about before. It was after all, a bodily function. It was something she had done countless times before so why should she think about it now.
And yet, as she sat there on the toilet, she couldn’t help but reach down and let her fingers play with her pussy and even as her fingers played with her pussy, she could feel the pee start to flow.
It was nasty, she told herself. She shouldn’t have allowed it to happen and yet she had.
She was still playing with her pussy when she finally pulled herself up off the toilet. She dabbed her pussy with some toilet paper and then she pulled her panties up and she pulled her jeans into place and yet again, she couldn’t help wondering where her boyfriend was.
Should she go or should she stay. That was the question. Should she go or should she stay?
Of course, it would have helped if her boyfriend had left a note or something telling where it was he had gone and when he might be expected back but look as she might, Susan could find nothing.
Screw it, she thought. She didn’t want to stay around so she picked up her room key and she let herself out.
She’d look around the grounds of the hotel, she told herself. Just a little walk around to familiarize herself with the place. After all, she’d been so tired what with their walk in from their broken down car that all she’d really wanted was to go up to the room and get some sleep.
She went down to the lobby and down to the front desk and there behind the desk was the hotel manager, Charlie. “Can I help you,” he asked.
“I was just looking around,” Susan said. “Do you have a map of the hotel.”
“Yes, of course,” the man replied. “Over here. Is there anything in particular you were looking for?”
Susan shook her head. “I’m just looking around,” she said.
“I see. Just trying to get the lay of the land, is that it?”
Susan nodded although there was something in the man’s tone that didn’t seem quite right but it wasn’t something she could put a finger on. It was just a feeling. “That’s right,” she said. “Just looking around. By the way, you didn’t happen to see my boyfriend earlier, did you?”
“’Fraid not,” the manager said. “I’m assuming he’s out. Would you like to leave a message for him when he returns?”
Susan shook her head. “I’m just looking around. I’ll probably be back in the room before he gets back.”
“Very well,” the manager said. “Enjoy your looking around then.”
The bottom floor of the hotel seemed dedicated to looking after the needs of its clients. There was a gymnasium and a sauna. There was a restaurant and there was a bar, neither one of which was open, and outside, there was a spacious pool with a spacious spa. There were a few women out by the pool, but there were no guys and that was unfortunate, Susan thought, because she would have liked to have seen some guys.
Wait a minute! Where had that thought come from. That wasn’t at all like her.
No, indeed. That wasn’t like her at all. She must have been more worn out from the hike in than she knew. She probably just needed to go back to the room and relax.
It was too bad that they hadn’t brought their luggage with them, Susan thought, because she would have liked to have gone and gotten her bikini. After all, she’d bought it for this trip especially.
Well, she’d bought a bikini, but not that one, she told herself. Not the one that would have turned heads wherever she went, not the one that would have looked like she was barely wearing it even when it was firmly in place.
Why hadn’t she bought that one?
What, she answered back. Because she would have looked like a slut. That’s why?
Yeah, but what was wrong with that? It was nice to turn heads every once in a while, wasn’t it?
But not that way, she answered back. God. What was wrong with her. Maybe she needed to go back to the room and get some more rest.
Or maybe what she needed was to go to the gift shop and see if they had a bikini she could buy, and then she could come back out here and ...
And what? Geez. What had gotten into her.
She couldn’t help but notice that she was sexually excited as she walked away from the pool and her pace quickened.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Walking across the lobby, she saw a bank of phones and on a whim, she called up to the room. After three rings, it switched back to the hotel operator. “Your party doesn’t appear to be answering,” the operator said. “Can I take a message?”
“No,” Susan said in a voice that was just a bit more frantic than she’d intended it to be. “No. No message,” and with that, she hung up.
So Jake wasn’t back yet, and there was the gift shop, right across the lobby. What would it hurt, she told herself. What would it hurt to see what kinds of swimwear they had to offer, and if Jake didn’t like it, well, maybe he shouldn’t have left her alone.
Oh my God, Susan thought as soon as she walked into the gift shop. It was as if they knew exactly what she wanted. She looked at one garment after another, each one more daring than the one that had preceded it and none of them as conservative as that stupid bikini that she’d left in the car. She was definitely going to buy something. Susan was sure of that. It wasn’t a matter of if. It was just a matter of which one.
“Can I help you,” asked the girl behind the counter.
For just a moment, Susan seemed upset. She didn’t need help. She knew what she needed, and besides, she wasn’t about to tell this total stranger what it was that she wanted.
“I’ll bet you want something sexy,” the girl said and Susan gasped. Was it that obvious, she wondered.
The salesgirl seemed to sense Susan’s discomfort. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You’re not the first one who’s come in here looking for something special to wear.”
Susan wasn’t sure if that was supposed to make her feel better or not but the way that was said, somehow, it made her seem just like she was like everyone else.
“Should we see what you have to work with.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. I need you to take off your clothes.”
“B-b-but someone might come in.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
“But—”
The salesgirl just laughed. “I really doubt anyone’s coming in here,” she said, “but if it makes you feel any better, I can close up shop while I’m helping you. What about it? Do you want me to close my shop while I help you?”
It seemed like a lot to ask, Susan thought, but if the girl was going to offer it, then why shouldn’t she take it? “Would you,” she asked.
The salesgirl grinned. “Sure. It’s not a problem,” and without further ado, the girl closed the door to her shop and move the plastic sign from Open to Closed. “There you go,” the salesgirl said. “How’s that? Better?”
Susan nodded.
“All right then. Let’s see it.”
She could hardly say no now, Susan thought, not after the girl had gone and closed up her shop, but still, getting naked in public, it seemed ... it seemed weird, and it seemed wrong, and it seemed ... it seemed right, too.
“Well? I’m waiting.”
Susan still couldn’t fight the feeling that this was somehow wrong but in spite of that fact, off came her top. She looked around for a place to put the top.
“You can drop that on the floor,” the salesgirl said.
Susan hesitated before letting go of the top.
“And now the jeans,” said the salesgirl.
Once more, Susan hesitated but it was only for a moment and then she was opening her jeans and she was letting them slide down her hips.
“Now the rest of it.”
“What?”
“You heard me. The rest of it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The bra and panties. You’ve got to take them off.”
“But ... I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t. I mean—”
“Come on. You’ve come this far already, and besides, I know you want to take them off.”
She was right, Susan realized. She did want to take them off. The feeling that something was wrong, it was still there, but there was also the feeling that this was right, too.
“Come on. Take them off.”
In the end, that was all it took. Just those five little words and Susan was slipping her arms out of her bra straps and opening her bra and taking it off, and then she was sliding her panties down her legs.
“Oh my God. Would you look at you. You are so cute. Do you mind?”
Susan knew what the girl wanted. She wanted to touch her and ordinarily, Susan would have said no to a request like that, but this time, somehow, this time seemed right. She nodded her head and she let the salesgirl touch her.
“Oh my God. Look at your boobs,” the salesgirl said even as her hand squeezed first the one and then the other of Susan’s breast. “They are so cute. I’ll bet the guys really like those.”
Guys? No wait. The girl had her all wrong.
But the salesgirl wasn’t waiting around to have her assessment challenged. Instead, her hand was sliding down over Susan’s body and then it was slipping between Susan’s legs. “Oh my God. You are so wet. How long’s it been since you were laid last?”
She wasn’t, Susan wanted to say. She couldn’t be, and yet even as she thought these things, Susan knew the truth. She was wet between her legs, and it had been a long time.
“Oh my God. I’ll bet you need someone to take care of this.”
What? No, and yet Susan could feel a finger being pushed up inside her and in spite of herself, she had to admit that that finger did feel good.
“I know you’d probably rather have a cock,” the salesgirl said, “but if you wanted me to, I’d totally be willing to help you out.”
Help me out, Susan thought. What did she mean by that. Oh geez, now that finger was rubbing up against her clit, and oh geez, it was so hard to think when that finger did that.
“What about it,” the salesgirl asked. “Do you want me to help you out? Do you want me to make you cum?”
Make me cum, Susan thought. She finally got it. She finally understood what the girl wanted, but no, she wasn’t built that way. She wasn’t in to girls like that.
“I know you’d probably much rather have a cock,” the salesgirl told her, “but I’d totally like to help you out, so what do you say? Do you want me to help you out?”
She did want a cock, Susan realized, but she needed to get her pussy off, too. Maybe she should go see if Jake had come back from wherever he was, but what if he hadn’t. He wasn’t here, and this salesgirl was, and she was willing to help her out right now.
“Do you want me to help you out,” the salesgirl asked yet again.
“Yeah,” Susan said. She couldn’t believe she was saying what she was saying, but, “Yeah, I want you to help me out.”
The salesgirl grinned. “I knew you did. I could tell what you needed,” but then the girl pulled her finger back and she was moving in and she was kissing Susan and then she kissed Susan again and this time, Susan kissed back.
Susan couldn’t believe it. She was actually kissing a girl, and the girl’s lips were so soft and puffy.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
Susan shook her head.
The salesgirl kissed her once and then twice. “I could tell,” she said. “I could tell you hadn’t, but I know you like it.”
She did like it, Susan realized. She did like kissing girls and she told the girl so.
“Should we get me out of my clothes then?”
What?
“Come on. You know what to do. I do you and you do me. It’s only fair.”
And that did make sense to Susan. It was fair.
“Come on. Help me out of these clothes.”
Susan’s hands worked the buttons of the salesgirl’s blouse and then she was pushing the blouse off her shoulders.
“That’s it,” the salesgirl said encouragingly. “Keep going.”
Susan unzipped the other woman’s black skirt and she pushed it down past her hips.
“Keep going,” the salesgirl said again.
She wasn’t about to stop. Susan knew that, but she pulled the salesgirl to her and she gave her another kiss before helping her out of her bra.
“Do you like my tits,” the salesgirl asked.
“Shut up.”
“Oooh feisty. I like it.”
“I said shut up.”
“I know, but by my way of counting, it seems like you only have one more piece of clothing to go.”
“I know. Shut up.”
“Not before you tell me.”
“Tell you,” Susan said irritably. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me you want to eat my pussy. Tell me you want to eat my pussy just as much as you want me to eat yours.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I? Then I guess you don’t want me to lick your pussy.”
“No.”
“No, huh. No what? Are you telling me you don’t want me to eat your pussy?”
“No.”
“No what? It looks like someone needs to get her priorities straight. Why don’t you tell me what you want.”
Susan couldn’t help but grit her teeth. She couldn’t be about to say this, could she, and yet ... oh geez, and yet, her pussy was so wet.
“Come on,” the salesgirl coaxed her. “You know you want to say it and you know how good it’s going to feel when you do.”
She couldn’t say it, Susan told herself, and yet ...
“Come on. Say it.”
Oh God. She knew what she was going to do. She couldn’t be about to do this but ... but ... oh God ... “I want to eat your pussy.”
“There now. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Susan couldn’t see how it could and yet it did. She hadn’t even known she’d wanted that, and yet it felt so good to give in to her desires.
“I know what you want,” the salesgirl said. “I’ll let you take off my panties and then I’ll give you what you want.”
Susan couldn’t help herself. She grabbed at the other woman’s panties and then she was pulling those panties down her legs and suddenly, the salesgirl was just as naked as she was.
“Look at you,” the salesgirl teased. “I knew you knew what you wanted.”
Susan said nothing.
“Now why don’t you lean back and let me lick that pussy.”
Susan layed back just as she’d been told to do.
“Now, spread those legs for me.”
There was no resistance any more as Susan let her knees slide apart and suddenly, there was the salesgirl, there between her thighs with her tongue sliding between her lips, and ...
“Oh my God,” Susan gasped.
The salesgirl pulled back if only for a moment. “You like that,” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” Susan gasped. “Oh yeah.”
That apparently was all that was needed for the salesgirl to slide her tongue between Susan’s lips.
“Oh my God,” Susan moaned. “Oh my God.” Fuck, she didn’t realize how good that could feel and she moaned yet again. Oh my God.
Oh geez. What was that tongue doing to her. What was it doing to her clit. Oh geez. Oh God. Oh geez.
Her body twisted under the effect of that tongue but the salesgirl held her down even as her tongue went after her clit.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my fucking God.
She was cumming hard and it felt so good. She’d never, ever thought a girl would be able to make her cum, but there was no doubt about it. She was cumming hard.
And still the other girl was licking her and amazingly to Susan, her pussy seemed to stay hot and wet like she was ready to go all over again.
“I think someone liked that,” the salesgirl said from between Susan’s legs.
“I loved it,” Susan gushed.
“I think you know what that means.”
Susan didn’t know what that meant but then she hardly had time to ponder it because even as she wondered what the salesgirl meant by that, the girl was crawling up and straddling her body.
“Do you see my pussy,” the salesgirl asked.
How could she not see it, Susan thought. It was right there in front of her face.
“I shave my pussy,” the girl said. “Do you know why?”
Susan shook her head.
“I shave it for the boys. I like to have them see my pussy. I want them to know exactly where I want them to go.”
So she liked boys, Susan thought. That was good to know.
“But for now, I want you to see me. I want you to know where I want you to go.”
Oh my God.
“You can see my pussy, can’t you?
Oh yeah. She could see her pussy.
“You know what to do, don’t you?”
Susan knew what she needed to do. She let her face slide between the other girl’s thighs and just like that, she was licking away at the other girl’s clit.
“Oh yeah,” the salesgirl moaned. “Oh yeah. You really do know what to do.”
It did seem to come naturally to her, Susan thought. It wasn’t like she’d ever licked another girl’s pussy, and it wasn’t like she’d ever wanted to lick another girl’s pussy, but somehow, this was something that just came naturally to her.
“Oh yeah,” the salesgirl moaned yet again. “Oh yeah. Make me cum.”
Susan had little surprise as to what was going to happen next. She just knew she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
“Oh fuck,” the salesgirl cried out and then she moaned again. “Oh fuck,” and in that instant, Susan knew she could feel it as the girl surrendered to her questing tongue.
They’d changed positions yet again. The salesgirl was still straddling Susan’s face but this time, she was bent over with her face between Susan’s legs and what her tongue was doing to her pussy was incredible.
There was a rapping sound, Susan thought. She wasn’t sure what that was but she was too busy moaning to care. Oh God, she was going to cum and it was going to feel so good.
There were people in the gift shop. There shouldn’t be, her mind told her. She thought the girl had closed the shop but there were people in the store.
“Sara, Sara, Sara,” a man was saying. “You know the rules.”
The salesgirl had stopped her pussy licking and she was looking up at the people in the shop. “I’m sorry, Mr. Willingham.”
“Yes, I know, but you know sorry’s not going to do it, is it?”
“No, Mr. Willingham.”
The man sighed. “And I see you’ve brought one of the guests along with you, too.”
“She came in here on her own, Mr. Willingham.”
“I’ll bet she did. It’s Susan, isn’t it?” Susan looked up to find the hotel manager standing over her but it wasn’t just the hotel manager. There were a couple of police officers with him as well.
“It’s Susan, right,” the hotel manager said again.
Oh my God, Susan thought. What had she done. She’d just eaten out a girl’s pussy. She’d never done that before.
“Susan,” the man said again.
Susan nodded glumly.
“I am sorry this happened,” the hotel manager said.
Susan was sorry, too. How could she have been seduced like this.
“I need you to go with these men.”
Susan’s head was still clearing when the import of what the hotel manager finally sunk in on her. “Go with these men,” she asked. “Go with them why?”
“I’m afraid you broke the rules.”
“Rules? What rules?”
“Really, don’t make it tougher than it already is.”
“Don’t make what tougher.”
“Miss,” said one of the police officers. “If you’ll come with us.”
“Why?”
“You don’t really want us to put you in handcuffs, do you?”
“Wait a minute. You’re arresting me? What did I do,” and yet even as she thought that, she was thinking that being in handcuffs might not be such a bad idea after all.
“The charge is public indecency,” said the officer.
“Public indecency?!”
“Yes, of course. What did you expect? Did you just think you could go right on along and eat another girl’s pussy out and did you think no one would notice?”
The police officer’s words stung. It was as if she was being battered by each and every word. Of course they were going to notice, Susan told herself and the worst part about it was she’d done it. She’d done everything they’d said she’d done.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with me,” the policeman said.
“Where are we going?”
“Down to the station.”
“But—”
“Please, miss. Don’t make this any harder than it already is.”
“But I wasn’t doing—”
Susan stopped there as she realized what it was she was about to say.
“It’s no use,” Sara said. “These guys have no sense of humor, do you?”
“Come on, Sara,” said the one officer. “You know we’re just doing our jobs.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just doing your job hassling a girl whose trying to get her pussy licked. “It takes a pretty big man to do that, doesn’t it?”
Susan wished the salesgirl would just shut the hell up. As far as she could tell, she wasn’t making things any better.
Sara winked at Susan. “Don’t you worry. They’ll take us down to the station and if we’re lucky, they’ll put us into a cell together.”
“Now, Sara, you know we’re not going to put the two of you in the same cell now.”
“Well, a girl can hope, you know.”
“Yeah right. You’d do better to hope Judge Wright isn’t in a bad mood.”
“I always hope for that.”
Susan couldn’t believe it. They were actually doing it. They were actually taking her away and what she didn’t understand was how had things gone wrong so far and so fast and what worried her was how bad might it get.