Skanky Town
Chapter 6 — A Ticket to Ride
The phone in the hotel room rang at eight o’clock in the morning. Jake looked at the phone. “What the fuck?” he asked.
But already Susan was reaching for the phone. “I left a wake-up call,” she said. “This is Room 212 ... Yes, I understand. Thank you,” and with that, Susan hung up the phone.
“Why,” Jake grumbled. “Are we going somewhere?”
“I am. You go back to sleep.”
“Why?” Jake grumbled. “Where are you going?”
“I have something I have to do,” Susan said. “You just go back to sleep, okay?”
“I don’t understand,” the man said wearily.
“Just go back to sleep,” Susan said, “and we’ll talk later, okay?”
Jake seemed to want to talk some more but then he seemed to think better of it and he rolled over onto his back and in no time at all, he was fast asleep.
Susan looked at her boyfriend. She hadn’t wanted to lie to him and in a way, she hadn’t, but she certainly hadn’t told him the complete truth.
Susan pulled her body out of bed. She was naked, of course. Well, not really, she told herself, but the night before, she and Jake had fucked and fucked and fucked until she’d wore herself out and even then, she’d wanted to fuck some more. It was a scary thing, she told herself, but sometimes, it just seemed as if she wanted to fuck all the time.
But as good as the night before had been, maybe it wasn’t all her.
She’d gotten back to the hotel late after those clowns at the courthouse finally let her go. She’d had a bunch of papers that she had to sign and the guys at the courthouse seemed to want to tease her about what a slut she’d been and as much as she’d known that she shouldn’t have to put up with that crap, she couldn’t help but admit that what they were saying was definitely turning her on.
At first, it was innocuous things like wondering just what the hell she saw in Pete, and wondering if she thought that meant she was going to get her car any faster.
From there, the comments had wandered into idle speculation of just what Susan looked like naked and if she had a thing for showing her body to mechanics, and from there, it was the obvious puns at her expense.
Someone wondered if she’d gone to Pete to get a lube job.
No, another suggested. Probably just there to get her fluids checked.
And still another suggested that that wasn’t it at all, that what Susan really needed was for someone to give her a jump start.
Perhaps if they’d been more witty, Susan had thought, perhaps she might have been more willing to put up with them but those remarks were crude and lewd and ... and ...
And in spite of herself, those remarks had turned her on.
It was stupid, she thought as she finally arrived back at the hotel. How could such stupid remarks be turning her on, and yet ...
And yet, they were. Susan could feel it. She was turned on. She needed to fuck.
She’d gotten back to the hotel room and Jake was there on the bed watching TV. He seemed almost surprised to see her but Susan hadn’t cared about that. What she cared about was her need. What she cared about was her need to get herself fucked.
“You’re back,” he’d said.
Susan nodded guiltily. She should have been back long ago. Had he been here waiting for her all this time.
“I thought,” he’d started but then he stopped.
If it weren’t for her need, Susan might have asked herself what it was that Jake had thought but that thought never occurred to her. After all, she was having thoughts of her own.
“Where were you?” Jake asked.
Where was she, Susan thought. A reasonable question and yet how could she answer it.
“Where were you?” Jake asked again.
“I was out,” Susan said evasively even as she approached her boyfriend. She crawled up onto the bed and then she crawled over his body. “I was out, but I’m back now.”
“Yeah. Are you sure that’s it?”
Susan had crawled up over his body and as she did, she’d felt her need build within her. Her hands had pulled at her top and then she was pulling it over her head. “Yeah,” she’d said. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Jake was staring at her perky, little tits. “What’s gotten into you, Susan?”
“What do you mean what’s gotten into me? Don’t you like these, or maybe you’d like to see them like this,” and with that, Susan opened her bra, letting Jake get an even better look at her tits.
“Well yeah,” Jake had said with a grin. “Now that you mention it, that way is better.”
“I thought you’d like this,” Susan had said as she’d brought her tits up to Jake’s face. “I know you like my tits.”
She liked what Jake was doing to her tits but it was her pussy that really needed the attention. “Do you want to fuck me?” she’d asked.
“Oh yeah,” Jake had groaned.
“I want it, too,” Susan had moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”
For a moment, Susan had wondered why she’d said that. Usually, it was Jake that initiated things. Usually, it was Jake that had to warm her up so why was she doing it this time.
Well, why not, she’d told herself. Couldn’t she have what she wanted, and besides, it felt good to get out of her jeans and it felt even better to get out of her panties.
“I want you to fuck me,” she’d told her boyfriend and suddenly, she had his cock in her hand. She stroked his shaft. She loved the feel of him but she was going to love it even more when she felt him sliding up inside her pussy.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she’d asked.
“Oh yeah,” he’d replied.
She’d brought his cock up under her pussy. She was so hot now. She wanted to take him. She wanted to take him hard, but she was going to make herself wait. She wasn’t going to be the slut that the guys at the courthouse had made her out to be. She was going to prove it to herself that she could take it slow.
Or at least that was what she’d thought she’d do but when she finally got her pussy there, she just couldn’t help herself. She’d shoved herself down on Jake’s cock only to pull herself and shove herself back down again. She just couldn’t help herself. She loved getting fucked.
That was what they’d done the night before, Susan thought as she’d cleaned herself up in the shower. She hadn’t been able to help herself. She really had been the slut that the guys at the courthouse had called her. That was probably it, she thought as she ran the soap between her legs. They’d been taunting her and she’d had it fresh in her mind. She wasn’t proud of what she’d done she thought as she soaped up her breasts, but really, what had happened the night before was more of an aberration and it most certainly was not going to be happening again.
Dress in comfortable clothing was what they’d told her at the courthouse. She looked at Jake still asleep in the bed as she pulled a pair of the smallest panties she had from her suitcase. He was back asleep again. She wondered if she should have told him what she was doing.
Yeah right, and how was she going to explain that. Hey, Jake, I got to do community service today. Why? Well, you see, I tried to suck Pete the mechanic’s cock off so we could get our car back quicker. Did it work? Well, no, but the police caught me and now I have to do community service.
Yeah, right, Susan told herself. Like she could really tell Jake that.
The orders she’d been given had told her to report to the police station by nine o’clock and Susan was there well ahead of time. A police officer at the front desk ticked her name off and then pointed at a room down the hall. “You can wait in there,” he said.
Susan nodded and she numbly walked down the hall. It hadn’t quite hit her when the judge had sentenced her the day before but it was finally hitting her now. No one had bothered to tell her what it was she was supposed to be doing but one thing was certain. Whatever she was going to do, she’d brought this on herself.
There were two other women in the room when Susan entered although the room seemed to be designed to accommodate a much larger number. There were tables and chairs set up in a U-pattern and in the back, there was something that looked like coffee. “Hi,” she said. “Is this the place where we’re supposed to go for the community service?”
The two women looked up at her and they both nodded but only one of them got up and came to where Susan was standing. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Cheryl Taylor.”
“Susan,” Susan said. “Susan Newcomb.”
“So you’re the new girl in town.”
“The new girl?”
“People are talking about you.”
“They are?” asked Susan. “What are they saying about me.”
“They’re saying you’re going to fit in here just fine.”
“I don’t understand,” Susan said. “I’m not staying here. Me and my boyfriend are just passing through town.”
“Oh.”
There was so much that wasn’t said in that oh. Susan could tell. “What?” she demanded.
Cheryl looked around but there was only the three of them there in the room. “I shouldn’t say anything more,” she said. “I’ve said too much already.”
“But you haven’t said anything,” Susan said.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
“But—”
“I’m sorry,” was all the girl would say and then she quickly moved away to rejoin the other woman.
What the hell was going on here, Susan wondered. Cheryl clearly knew something but whatever she knew, she wasn’t telling her. Why? Susan could feel her anger rising. Why wasn’t she telling her.
She went over to the coffee in the back of the room and she poured herself a cup of coffee. Well, two could play that game, she thought as she approached the women. “Hi,” she said.
Cheryl looked up. “I don’t mean to be rude,” she said, “but we’re talking here.”
“I can see that,” Susan said.
“So if you don’t mind, we’d like a little privacy here.”
“I understand that, but I wanted to know why you said what you said.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Yes, you did. You said I was going to fit in here just fine.”
Cheryl looked around nervously and then her voice lowered. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t say anything of the kind.”
“Yes, you did. I heard you.”
“Listen, I shouldn’t have said what I’d said. Can we just drop it, okay?”
Susan was about to tell the woman that no, they couldn’t just drop it when a man with a clipboard strode into the room. He was wearing a white shirt and gray shorts and his demeanor just seemed to scream that he was used to ordering people around and Susan couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to get him out of his shorts.
What the hell? Where had that come from?
“Ladies,” the man called out in a bellowing voice, “my name is Tom Patterson and I’m going to be leading up this work detail. I assume you all know why you’re here. This is a community service detail. If any of you thinks you shouldn’t be here, you need to tell me now.”
There was some shifting about but no one said anything.
“All right then. I’m going to read off your names. When I get to your name, I want you to respond with a loud here. Not present or anything else. Just say here, is that understood?”
The women nodded.
“And just so you ladies know, I am in charge here. If you try to step out of line, I have ways of bringing you back in line, including but not limited to, asking the judge to increase the length of your service under me so that I can deal with you properly.”
Susan couldn’t help but feel her pussy twitch. She didn’t really like the man so why had the thought of her spending more time under him suddenly made her pussy twitch and from what Susan could tell, she wasn’t the only one that had that thought.
“Anderson, Brandi,” the man called out.
“Here.”
And so it went.
“Newcomb, Susan,” the man called out.
“Here.”
The man looked at her. “You’re the newcomer here,” the man said. “Don’t be thinking that’s going to carry any weight with me. Just know I’ve got my eye on you.”
Susan wasn’t sure why but for some reason, that thought excited her.
The man got to the end of the list and there were three girls missing. “We are not going to be waiting for these people,” Tom said, “but they will be dealt with later. Today, we’re going to be picking up trash by the side of the roadway.”
There was a collective groan from the women in the group.
“Hey,” the man said. “I don’t want to hear any complaining from you ladies. Otherwise, we can find something even worse for you to do. Would you like that?”
The thought seemed to appeal to no one.
“Well, all right then. If you ladies will follow me.”
Not for the first time, Susan asked herself just how the heck has she gotten herself into a situation like this one but just like all the other times, she didn’t have an answer to that.
The man led the women to an old dilapidated bus. “All right, ladies,” the man told them, “go ahead and climb on board.”
Just like all the other women, Susan boarded the bus.
Tom was the last one to board. “All right, ladies, you can talk amongst yourselves. Just don’t get too comfortable because we’re not going to be on here long.”
Susan took a seat next to Cheryl. “Can I assume this happens on a regular basis?” she asked as the bus pulled away from the station.
“What?”
“I was asking if this happens on a regular basis,” Susan said again.
“I heard what you said,” the other girl said in a hushed voice. “That wasn’t what I meant. What I meant was what exactly were you referring to?”
“This,” Susan said. “The work detail. Everything.”
“Oh.”
“Well? Is it?”
It was only then that Susan realized where Cheryl’s hand was and what that hand was doing. That hand was stroking Susan between her legs and while it was something Susan had never wanted to do before, suddenly, it just seemed so right and so natural.
“Oh my.”
“You like this, do you?”
“I—”
This wasn’t right, Susan tried to tell herself. This wasn’t right, and yet ... and yet, she couldn’t help herself. She wanted this.
“You like this,” Cheryl said again.
No, she couldn’t, she told herself.
Cheryl’s fingers were rubbing her harder and then they were climbing up her jeans. “You should wear a skirt next time,” Cheryl said.
“Next time?” asked a flustered Susan.
“The next time you come out here,” Cheryl said.
I’m not going to be coming out here again. That was what Susan wanted to say but somehow, those words just never made it to her lips.
“It makes it easier if you’re wearing a skirt,” Cheryl said.
It makes it easier, Susan told herself.
“Why don’t you push those jeans down,” Cheryl told her.
Susan looked to the front of the bus. “But won’t he see?” she asked.
“Nah. He’s driving the bus. He won’t see but you really need to take your pants down.”
She really needed to take her pants down, Susan told herself.
“Come on. Take your pants down.”
Susan had the feeling that the other women were watching her but she also knew that that just didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she needed to push her jeans down.
She was still looking at the front of the bus as she lifted herself up off the seat and she pushed her jeans down past her knees. Almost as quickly, she sat herself back down on the seat.
And almost as quickly, Cheryl’s fingers were back between Susan’s legs, stroking themselves against her panties and pushing up against her pussy. “You like this, don’t you?”
No, Susan told herself. The answer was supposed to be no, but that wasn’t what she said.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I love it.”
“I thought you might,” Cheryl said.
Susan was sure the other women were watching but she just couldn’t turn her head to see if they were. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, almost as if she was trying to convince herself that there really wasn’t anything all that unusual going on between her legs.
“Let’s try something different, shall we?”
Susan gasped as she felt the hand withdraw for just a moment and then in the next instant, that hand was pushing itself down inside her panties.
“How’s that feel?” Cheryl asked.
“Good,” Susan said. It was all she could say. “Good.”
“Are you going to cum?” Cheryl asked.
Oh God, Susan thought. No, she couldn’t. She couldn’t be about to cum, but ...
“Are you going to cum?” Cheryl asked again.
Susan didn’t have to answer because her pussy answered for her. She had to bite her lip to try and hide what was happening but there was no hiding it from Cheryl. Cheryl knew.
Finally, Cheryl pulled her fingers out of Susan’s panties. “That was fun, you know. You were fun.”
Susan nodded numbly. She still couldn’t believe she’d let this other woman do this to her.
“Don’t be so upset,” Cheryl said. “It happens to all of us.”
“What happens to who?” Susan asked sullenly.
Cheryl just laughed but she didn’t answer and as luck would have it, that’s when the bus left the roadway and rolled to a stop. “It looks like we’re here,” Cheryl said.
Susan nodded glumly.
The man at the front of the bus stood and he turned to face the women. “All right, ladies. We are here.” The man took out a roll of what looked like large plastic bags which he handed to closest woman on the bus. “I want you ladies to strip down to your bras and your panties. Put your outer clothes in these bags and write your name on the outside.”
What, Susan thought, and yet none of the other women seemed to think anything of the man’s request. It was only that her panties were still wet from what Cheryl had done to her minutes before and everyone was going to know it as soon as she took her clothes off.
But she didn’t seem to have any choice so as much as she didn’t want to do it, Susan did as she was told.
The man held up an orange jumpsuit. “Some of you have been here before,” the man began, “but for those of you that haven’t, you’re going to be wearing these while you’re out there. Remember, you’re being punished, but we also want you to be safe so I don’t want to see any of you horsing around. You got that?”
Susan nodded along with the others.
“All right then. Step forward and get your jump suits.”
Susan followed the other women to the front of the bus but when it was her time to pick up a jump suit, the man told her to move off to the side.
It wasn’t until everyone else had gotten their jumpsuits and had left the bus that the man finally turned his attention back on Susan. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”
Susan nodded.
“I just wanted to tell you that that doesn’t carry any weight with me. I expect you to pull your weight just like all the rest of the girls. Do you understand?”
Again, Susan nodded.
The man seemed to pause as if he was considering what the woman had said to him and then finally, he handed her her jumpsuit. “Well, all right then,” he said finally. “I don’t expect any trouble from you and if you don’t give me any trouble, then we’re going to get along just fine, but I want you to know this. I know what went on on the way out here and if you thought what you were doing then was good, then know this. Before this day is out, I’m going to make you feel even better than that. Do you got that?”
Susan nodded. She really wasn’t sure just what the heck the man was talking about but what she did know was that from the way he was saying what he was saying, it certainly seemed to hint at something more and that made her pussy tingle with anticipation.
“All right then,” the man told her. “Get out there and get to work.”