Skanky Town
Chapter 7 — Detail Work
It was almost ten o’clock by the time Jake woke up and by that time, Susan was long gone. He vaguely remembered the phone and Susan telling him to go back to sleep. He’d thought nothing of it at the time. This was a vacation, after all, and he had no intention of waking up at eight o’clock in the morning if he didn’t have to.
But whatever the reason for Susan leaving the wake-up call, he hadn’t thought that she wouldn’t be there when he woke up, but that was exactly what the situation was. That morning when he woke up, Susan wasn’t there.
Well crap, the man thought. This sucked. Where had Susan gone?
He wracked his mind, trying to remember if she’d told him something, but try as he might, he couldn’t remember anything and that left him wondering just what the heck he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to wait around the hotel room in the hopes that she might suddenly appear or should he go out exploring on his own.
He could get himself ready for the day, Jake told himself. That didn’t take that much time, but if Susan showed up while he was getting ready, well then, no harm done. Well, maybe not no harm, Jake thought with a grin. He’d definitely give Susan a little ribbing for not telling him where she was going.
But Jake had showered and shaved and dressed himself for the day and still there was no sign of Susan, and for the first time, Jake had just the inkling that maybe, just maybe, something might actually be wrong.
But even that wasn’t enough to get Jake totally upset. There might be a good reason why Susan wasn’t here. Maybe she’d gone somewhere and was just late getting back. That would certainly explain things although Jake had no idea where it was she might have gone.
The trick was to stay close to the hotel room, Jake figured, just in case Susan suddenly showed up again.
He could go down to the front desk and ask if she’d left a message for him. He supposed he could have called just as easily, but the truth was he wanted to get out of the room and if he was down at the front desk, at least he could see her coming if she reappeared on the scene.
But the front desk had no messages from her.
That was strange, and it was annoying, too. He’d almost thought for sure that there would be a message for him there and the fact that there wasn’t was annoying.
So what to do?
As much as it galled him to do so, he figured he might as well go back to the hotel room and wait, but if he had to wait for long, he told himself, Susan was definitely going to owe him big time for that.
Susan wasn’t really thinking about her boyfriend. That might have sounded cruel but the truth was she had other things on her mind.
Her pussy was wet and if she wasn’t mistaken, hers wasn’t the only one. There were at least a half dozen other women who it seemed were in the same boat as her, trying to look as if they were doing something when what they were really doing was trying not to think about how much they needed a cock between their legs.
It wasn’t her fault, Susan tried to tell herself. Really, it wasn’t.
Of course, if it wasn’t her fault, whose fault was it. Sure, she could have blamed Cheryl for diddling her pussy on the way out here, but Cheryl was one of the girls that was just as distracted as she was so it was hard to blame her.
And then there was Tom Patterson. He was the one who’d driven them out here. He was the one who was leading their work detail and he’d practically all but promised her that he’d be fucking her before the day was out. Yeah, he definitely deserved a share of the blame. After all, he hadn’t followed through on what he’d said he’d do.
But as nice as it would have been to blame him, Susan couldn’t pin it all on him. There was something else.
There was her, Susan thought as she bent down to pick up another piece of trash. There was her.
Susan didn’t really want to admit it. In fact, she shouldn’t have to admit it, but underneath the orange jumpsuit she wore, all she was wearing was a bra and her panties and just the thought that if the jumpsuit would somehow fall, that people would see her dressed that way, just that thought was making her so hot.
Susan tried to shake that thought. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, she told herself, and yet the thought was there. What if the jumpsuit fell? What if people saw her? How hot would that be?
She tried to tell herself no. She tried to tell herself that she wasn’t that kind of girl but telling herself that didn’t make the thought go away. If anything, it only seemed to intensify it.
She bent to pick up another piece of trash.
How hot would that be, she asked herself. How hot would it be if people could see her in just her bra and panties?
Jake was sitting on the bed when there came a knock on his door. “Yeah,” he called out.
The door to the hotel room opened and there in the doorway was the maid. “Clean up your room, sir?” the maid asked.
“You,” the man spat out.
“Sir?”
“You told that girl Barb that we fucked.”
“Me, sir?”
“Don’t play innocent with me,” Jake said. “She told me.”
“Well, if she told you, then I guess I must have said it.”
“Why’d you say such a thing,” Jake spat out. “What if that had gotten back to my girlfriend?”
“But it didn’t, did it?”
“But it could have.”
“Oh, I doubt that, sir, and even if it had, I don’t think it would be as tragic as you seem to think it would be.”
“Yeah? How do you know?”
“Trust me, sir. I know.”
“Trust you? I don’t think so. Hell, I don’t even know you, and why the hell would you do that? Why the hell would you tell someone we fucked when we didn’t?”
“You seem mad, sir.”
“Damn right I’m mad.”
“And yet, I don’t think I’m really the one you’re mad at.”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“Aren’t you afraid your girlfriend might come here and hear us talking?” the maid asked.
Jake suddenly looked around uncertainly as if he almost expected Susan to suddenly appear.
“You don’t really know where your girlfriend is, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you know where your girlfriend is?”
“No.”
“Would you like to know where she is?”
“You know where Susan is?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Where is she?”
“I’m not going to tell you.”
“But—”
“I’m not going to tell you,” the maid said, “but I’ll show you.”
“You’ll show me?”
“Sure.”
“When?”
“Now.”
Susan couldn’t help it. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was. Maybe it was the sun. Maybe it was the time. Maybe it really was that she was practically naked underneath her jumpsuit. Whatever it was, her pussy was in need of some serious attention.
“What’d you do to get yourself here?” Cheryl asked.
“Huh?”
“I asked what you did to get yourself assigned to this detail.”
“Oh. Do you know this guy Pete? He has a garage near the outskirts of town.”
Cheryl nodded. “I know the place,” she said.
“Our car broke down,” Susan said. “My boyfriend’s and mine. He told my boyfriend it would take a week to get the car repaired.”
“Yeah so?”
“So I didn’t want to wait that long. I wanted to get out of here.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, so I thought I could go down there and talk with Pete. I only meant to see if we could get it done a little quicker than he promised it.”
“I take it it didn’t work out that way.”
Susan shook her head. “I talked to Pete all right, but one thing led to another and before I knew it, I was sucking Pete’s cock and there was this cop telling me he was going to arrest me and he did.”
Cheryl nodded. “God damned fucking cops. They just can’t seem to leave a girl alone.”
“How about you?”
“How about me what?”
“What happened to you? What’d you do to get yourself here?” Susan asked.
“I ... um, I screwed up.”
“That much is obvious, but what exactly did you do?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“What?!”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Hold on now. I told you what I did and now you’re not going to tell me what you did?”
“I’m too embarrassed.”
“What? You mean like I wasn’t embarrassed to say I sucked off Pete the mechanic?”
“Yeah, but this is worse.”
“I don’t believe this.”
“What?”
“I told you what I did.”
“I know.”
“So you should tell me what you did?”
“I can’t.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll bet I can get it out of you.”
Cheryl froze for just a moment. “What do you mean?” she asked stiffly.
If Susan noticed the change in the other woman, she didn’t say anything about it. “I was just thinking,” Susan said.
“Thinking about what?”
“Thinking about you and thinking about me?”
“What about you and me,” asked a slightly hysterical Cheryl.
“Well, you know, ever since I got here, I’ve been doing things I didn’t think I’d ever do and almost every time I did one of those things, it got me into trouble, so I have to wonder if the same might not be true for you, too.”
Cheryl was breathing heavier. “I ... I, no.”
“No, huh? But then why are you so flustered?”
“I’m not flustered.”
“Sure you are, and you know what? Now that I can see it, you got me wondering why?”
“I’m not flustered,” Cheryl said again.
“Sure you are, and like I said, it’s got me wondering. Just what the heck did you do to get yourself put on this work detail.”
“Nothing.”
“Oh come on now. We both know that’s not true.”
“Nothing,” Cheryl said again. “I didn’t do nothing.”
“Where are we going?” Jake asked.
“You’ll see.”
“That’s not much of an answer.”
“I know.”
They were in Angela’s car driving to someplace that only Angela seemed to know about. Not for the first time, Jake wondered how it was that Angela the maid was able to get away like this but it had seemed that she’d had little trouble getting permission to take time off from work, but still ...
“I’d really like to know where we’re going.”
“I know.”
“How much farther is it anyway?”
Angela looked around and then she pulled the car over to the side of the road. “As a matter of fact,” she said, “I think we’re here.”
“We’re where?”
“We’re here.”
“Where’s here?”
“Shhh. They’ll hear you.”
“Who’ll hear me?”
“Come on. We’re going to have to take a short walk, but you’ll see.”
This was weird, Jake told himself. It wasn’t the first time he’d told himself that since he’d gotten in Angela’s car but he’d come this far, he thought. He might as well go along with it and see where this was all going to lead so as Angela opened her door and stepped out of her car, Jake did the same. He just hoped that wherever it was that Angela was taking him, he hoped he wasn’t going to regret this.
“I was just wondering,” Susan said.
“Wondering what?” asked Cheryl.
“I was wondering how you’re feeling.”
“You were wondering how I was feeling?”
Susan nodded. “It’s hot out here, isn’t it?”
“I guess.”
“I know I’m feeling hot,” Susan said, “and you know what the worst part is?”
“What?”
“It’s these uniforms that they make us wear.”
“Uniforms?”
Susan motioned towards her body. “These things. I mean, I know what they’re for. They’re supposed to make us more visible, but look at them. They’re so hideously orange, don’t you think?”
“I guess.”
“And they’re so heavy, too.”
“Heavy?”
Susan nodded. “Yeah, heavy. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait until the time when I can finally take mine off.”
Cheryl didn’t say anything to that.
“What about you?”
“What about me what?”
“Do you want to take yours off?”
“Yeah,” Cheryl moaned and then she seemed to realize what she’d said. “I mean yeah, at the end of the day.”
Susan ran a hand almost innocently over the other girl’s backside. “I know what you want,” she said in a low voice. “You want me to take this off of you.”
Cheryl didn’t say anything but that non-answer was as good as a yes.
“I know what you want,” Susan whispered. “You want me to take this zipper down. You want me to do it slowly and seductively and then you want to feel my hands on your body.”
Cheryl whimpered but there was no doubt as to what she wanted.
“You want me to take that zipper down.”
“Yes.”
“But that’s not all you want, is it?”
Again, Cheryl said nothing.
“I saw what you were wearing when you took your clothes off earlier. Your panties didn’t leave much to the imagination. Tell me. Did you shave your pussy all the way down or did you leave a little something there ... or should I just find out for myself?”
“I ... I—”
“How about I just find out for myself.”
The other girl gasped as she felt Susan pull the zipper down the front of her jumpsuit but that was nothing compared to her gasp when she felt Susan’s hand slide down over her tummy and down inside her panties.
“So do you see her?”
“What is this?” Jake asked.
“It’s a work detail.”
“I can see that,” Jake said tersely, “but what is it?”
He and Angela were watching the detail from a wooded area. From their vantage point, they could see the detail clearly without being able to be seen themselves.
“It’s a work detail,” Angela said again. “You violate one of the city’s laws, they can fine you or sentence you to jail or they can send you here for community service.”
“But I don’t get it. Susan paid a fine.”
“For her first infraction, yes.”
“What do you mean for her first infraction?”
“Your girlfriend’s been busy and speaking of that, do you see her?”
Jake nodded. “Over there. The girl with her hand—”
“With her hand where?”
“The girl with her hand down the other girl’s jump suit,” Jake said tersely.
Angela grinned. “Like I said. Your girlfriend’s been busy.”
Jake couldn’t take his eyes off of Susan. He couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.
Susan’s fingers were stroking Cheryl’s pussy. “It looks like someone is wet,” she said.
“Oh yeah,” Cheryl moaned.
“Maybe someone needs to get her pussy licked.”
“I ... I ... but we’re ... I mean, we’re going to get into trouble.”
“We’re already in trouble,” Susan told the other woman. “That’s why we’re here. Don’t tell me you’re going to start worrying about that now.”
“I ... I ...”
Whatever else she might have said was forestalled by Susan stepping forward and pressing her body against the other woman’s body and then she kissed her. “I’m so horny,” Cheryl whispered. “I want to do it and I want you to do me, too.”
Cheryl might have said something else but at just that moment, Susan’s hands moved again and suddenly, the jumpsuit was falling off her shoulders. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Cheryl said.
“I know,” Susan said. “You already said that, but we’re doing it anyway.”
Jake couldn’t help but watch his girlfriend do what she was doing. Already, Susan had the other girl’s bra undone and Susan was sucking on her tits and it was clear that whatever resistance the girl might have been offering before was quickly dissipating.
“It looks like your girlfriend is quite the slut,” whispered Angela.
“Shut up,” Jake whispered back.
“I’m just saying—”
“I said shut up.”
“Now, let’s see what we have here,” Susan said.
“Oooh, that’s my panties.”
“I know,” Susan cooed, “but that wasn’t exactly what I was talking about.”
“Oooh,” Cheryl moaned as she felt Susan’s hand slide down inside her panties. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know. You already said that.”
“Oh geez. Oh geez. Someone’s going to see you.”
“Someone already has.”
Both women looked up to find Tom Patterson standing there.
“Someone already has,” Tom said again.
“Uh oh. They’re going to get it now.”
“What do you mean?” Jake asked.
“You’re not supposed to be fooling around when you’re out on a work detail and Tom’s not the kind of guy that’s going to let something like that slide.”
“So, what’s that mean?”
“It means your girlfriend’s going to jail.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Tom demanded.
“We were just,” Cheryl began. “I mean, we were ... well, things kind of got out of hand, and ...”
“What she’s trying to say is we were waiting for you,” Susan said even as Cheryl tried hard to shake her head no.
“You were, huh?”
“That’s right. I mean, a big stud like you, it must get kind of boring watching us pick up trash.”
“Ms. Newcomb, you’re new here, so I’m going to tell you how things work.”
“But I already know how things work.”
“You do, huh? Why don’t you tell me what it is you think you know.”
“You’re going to turn me in, aren’t you? You’re going to tell the judge I wasn’t doing a good job on the work detail and then the judge is going to come down on me, and he’s going to ask me why I was goofing off on the work detail. How’s that sound so far?”
The guard nodded. “So far, so good.”
“And then the judge, he’s going to get all condescending on me, and he’s going to ask me if I have a problem understanding what his orders were, and then he’s going to ask me if I understood that I was there to work and not to goof off. How’s that sound so far?”
“Again, not bad.”
“So then the judge is going to say if I understood his orders, why didn’t I follow them, and do you know what I’m going to say?”
The guard shook his head.
“I’m going to say I was so turned on by the hunky guard that I got carried away and do you know what he’s going to say to that?”
“No, what?”
“He’s going to ask me if I can control myself if he puts me on the work detail again, and do you know what I’m going to say to that?”
The guard shook his head.
“I’m going to tell him no because I’m still going to want the guard to fuck me, and do you know what he’s going to do then?”
Again, the guard shook his head.
“He’s going to tell me that maybe I should spend some time in jail and I’m going to tell him that that’s just fine with me because the guards fuck me there, too. Bottom line is either way, I’m going to get fucked by the guards, so really, it’s up to you. Is it going to be you that fucks me, or someone else?”
Clearly, this was not the sort of reaction that either the guard or Cheryl had expected to get. Tom appeared flummoxed as he looked back at Susan and Cheryl whose head had been going back and forth between the two of them was now looking at Tom as she waited to see what he would say next.
The guard appeared flummoxed. “Yes, well, that may be,” he began, “but we can’t ... we can’t have you molesting the other prisoners.”
“But she didn’t mind, did you?” Susan said.
Cheryl blinked as she found the attention once more being put back on her. “I ... no, I mean ... no, I didn’t mind,” she said finally.
“See. I wasn’t molesting the other prisoners.”
“Yes, but ... but we can’t have you doing your own thing. You’ve ... you’ve got to show the proper respect for authority.”
“Oh believe me, I respect authority,” Susan said. “In fact, I respect it a lot.”
“But—”
“In fact, I respect it so much that I wouldn’t dream of being the first one inside her pussy. I’m leaving that honor up to you.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Look at her. She needs to get her pussy fucked, just like me, and I know that just like me, she’d be honored to have you do the honors.”
“This isn’t the way things are supposed to go,” the guard protested.
“I know, but it’s the way they are going to go. Do you want him to fuck you?” Susan asked the other woman.
Cheryl paused for just a moment before she answered. “I’d love it.”
“See. There you go,” Susan said. “That’s what I’d call a respect for authority.”
“This isn’t the way things are supposed to happen,” Tom protested.
“I think someone needs some help getting himself undressed,” Susan said.
The two women acted in concert, almost as if their actions had been planned. Cheryl took off the guard’s shirt even as Susan opened his pants. And while Cheryl was kissing his now-bare chest, it was Susan’s hand that was stroking his cock.
The guard couldn’t help but groan as Susan stroked him.
“Wouldn’t you love to stick your cock in Cheryl?” Susan asked.
“I ... I can’t.”
“Sure you can. Look.”
Sure enough, Cheryl was kneeling in front of the man and then she was on her hands and her knees and in moments, Susan had pulled her panties down around her knees.
“Look,” Susan said. “She wants you to do it. She’s waiting for you to do it.”
There was no doubt about it. She was indeed waiting for him.
“Come on. You know you want to do it.”
It only took the guard a couple of seconds to come to a decision and then in the next moment, he was hunching over Cheryl’s exposed pussy and he was shoving his cock between her legs.
“Oh fuck,” Cheryl groaned.
“Oh yeah,” Susan said even as she slipped a hand inside her own jumpsuit and started to rub her own pussy. “Look at you. Look how hard you’re fucking her.”
“Oh fuck,” Cheryl groaned again.
“Don’t use him all up,” Susan said. “I want him, too.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
“Oh yeah,” Susan encouraged him. “Oh yeah. Fuck her hard.”
Tom didn’t really need any encouragement. It seemed that once he’d been convinced to go along with the new turn of events, he was more than a willing participant.
“Is he doing a good job?” Susan asked her friend.
“Oh ... y-y-yeah,” the girl gasped. “He’s do-do-doing ... he’s doing great.”
Susan already had her jumpsuit off and she was playing with her pussy. “You hear that, Tom. You’re doing great.”
The man didn’t say anything.
And now Susan was breathing heavily as her fingers started to work herself over. “And you know what, Tom. After you’re done with her, you can do me, too, and after me, there’s about a dozen girls all waiting for the same kind of treatment.”
The man groaned and then he groaned once more but this time, there was a reason for it. Cheryl couldn’t help but yelp as she felt the man’s cock cum between her legs and all the while, Susan continued to play with her pussy. “That’s good, Tom,” she said. “Just remember, I’m next.”