Thong Girls
Chapter 12 — Taking Matters Into Her Own Hands
“I like the way I am now and I don’t want anything to mess that up.”
I suppose I should have taken those words more to heart but the truth was I couldn’t believe I was hearing what I was hearing.
I was getting up to leave Melissa Gruff’s apartment and she was walking with me to the door. “Do you want to know why I’m the way I am now?” she asked.
“I already told you,” I told her. “I know why.”
Melissa shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” I asked.
“I meant do you want to know why I’m as much of a slut as I was even before I started working at the coffee shops.”
“Okay,” I said.
“It’s all about my mom.”
“You’re mom?”
“You’ve met her. She can be such a puritan, you know. You can’t do this and you can’t do that. A proper lady has to act this way, and everything out there is bad, bad, bad. Sooner or later, you’re going to do something she doesn’t like. It’s inevitable.”
I supposed that was true. Mathilda Gruff couldn’t have been an easy mother to have for a kid growing up but that didn’t explain why her daughter was a slut.
“I tried doing things my mom’s way. I really did but then I became a teenager and I decided I knew things better than my mom and when my mom kept telling me how dirty sex was and dirty everyone, even my friends were, I decided I had to find out for myself.
“His name was Jeffrey Collins and he wasn’t a bad kid but he thought he was. He thought he was hot stuff and the girls couldn’t refuse him and it was all because Becky Taylor had let him fuck her but the only reason Becky had done that was because she was trying to get back at her boyfriend but that was why Jeffrey thought he was such hot stuff.
“I was only fourteen back then but I was still my mother’s daughter. I was uptight, but not as uptight as mom, but I was uptight and I guess Jeffrey got it in his head that he was going to show me just what the heck it was that I’d been missing, so he’d tease me about it all the time. He kept telling me that him and me should go back behind the bleachers. He kept telling me he could show me what I was missing.
“I blew him off, of course. I thought he was crude but that only made him tease me more. He thought it was funny.
“I could have told mom, of course, but I didn’t. After all, mom would have just gone and told the principal and then Jeffrey would have gotten in trouble and everyone would have known that I’d told so I knew I couldn’t do that, and besides, as much as it kind of bugged me what Jeffrey was doing, I kind of liked it that there was a boy that was paying that much attention to me.
“Everything changed when Patty Cassales had sex for the first time. There was a bunch of us girls talking and Patty was telling us all about it, and she kept telling us how we’d all know about it, too, all of us, she said except Melissa, and all the girls laughed at that, and that just pissed me off because I knew everyone was laughing at me.
“That changed everything. I decided I was going to show them. I was going to show them all what I could do and then they wouldn’t laugh at me anymore. I decided right then and there that the next time Jeffrey Collins tried to tease me, I was going to say yes.”
Melissa stopped her story and I waited for her to continue.
Melissa laughed. “I think Jeffrey was more scared than I was. I don’t think he’d ever expected me to say yes so when I did, I think he had no idea what he was supposed to do. I mean, as repressed as I was, I practically had to tell him what to do. I even remembered asking him if he wanted me to take to take my clothes off, and I remember him telling me ‘Sure,’ like that was the first time that had ever occurred to him.
“I don’t know what it was about that. Maybe it was the fact that I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to do. Maybe it was the fact that I was getting back at Patty Cassales. I don’t know, but whatever it was, it wasn’t the sex. Jeffrey was okay but he wasn’t the stud he thought he was. Of course, I didn’t know that at the time.
“I felt so guilty about what I’d done but as much as Jeffrey might not have been the best one out there, he was good enough. I knew what we’d done and I knew I liked it and I knew I wanted more.
“Jeffrey didn’t tease me anymore. I guess it’s not any fun to tease someone when you know there’s not a reason to, and in a way, that might have been what I missed the most. I hadn’t thought it was all that funny at the time but now that I’d gotten myself fucked, I kind of found myself wishing that he’d keep teasing me about having sex, but he didn’t.
“I certainly didn’t miss the sex because as soon as I got over my guilt, I went out and did it again ... and again ... and again. I was definitely willing to put out.
“And that brings me to where we are now. Ever since that time, I’ve always been willing to put out but I’d always felt like the boys had to earn it first. Now, they don’t even have to earn it. They don’t even have to buy a coffee if they don’t want to. I like it this way. It just feels so much freer to me.”
I’m not sure what it was that I had expected Melissa to tell me but whatever it was, it had hardly been that. “Well,” I told her. “That’s all very interesting.”
“Do you want to know why I told you?”
I wasn’t really wondering why she’d told me but I was just trying to be nice. “Sure,” I said.
“I told you because I want to fuck you.”
“Ms. Gruff—”
“Don’t be like that,” she interrupted me. “Don’t be like her.”
“Don’t be like who?” I asked.
“Don’t be like my mom.”
I snorted at that. If there was one thing I wasn’t, it was like her mom.
“I knew you weren’t like her,” Melissa said. “There’s no one like my mom.”
“Yeah, well—
“Well what? I just told you what I wanted and I think you should want it, too.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
Melissa was right there in front of me and suddenly, her hand was stroking the front of my pants. “Because I want you to think about it,” she told me. “I want you to think about my mom. Think about the next time you have to deal with my mom and then I want you to think about what it would feel like to know that while you’re having to put up with all her bull shit, I want you to think about how good it would feel to know you’d fucked her daughter’s slutty, little pussy.”
I had to hand it to her. Melissa Gruff was one hell of a salesperson.
“What about it?” she asked. “You want a piece of this pussy.”
But what Melissa Gruff didn’t realize was I already had my hands full with Sue and Bianca. The last thing I needed was anything more. “I don’t think so,” I said.
“You’re turning me down?” Melissa cried out. “You’re turning me down?”
“Sorry,” I said, “but my dance card’s already full.”
“But I’m offering you a chance to fuck with no strings attached.”
“I know,” I said, “and ordinarily, I might have said yes, but—”
“But you can’t,” she said. “You can’t go.”
“I’m sorry.”
“At least let me give you a blow job for the road.”
“Well—”
“Come on,” she cooed even as her hand stroked the front of my pants. “Come on. I give really good blow jobs.”
“I don’t know,” I told her but I was already wavering. I knew it, and I think she knew it, too.
“Come on,” she said and then I felt her take my zipper down. “Come on. I know you’re going to love it. Come on. Let me suck your cock.”
It’s not all that easy to pull away from a woman who’s got your cock in her hands and that was certainly what Melissa Gruff had. She had her hand inside my pants and she was stroking my cock.
And Melissa Gruff wasn’t waiting. Her hands opened my belt and then she was opening my jeans. “Let’s see what you got inside there,” she said as she pulled my pants down.
It seemed as if I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Okay, I know. That sounds weak. I could have said no but at that very moment, I chose not to.
Melissa Gruff dropped to her knees and her hand was stroking my cock even as she looked up at me. “Look at you,” she cooed, “a big, strong man like you with a cock as big and hard as this. Yeah, I know what you need. You need to get your dick sucked.”
Whether I needed it or not was beside the point because I knew I was going to get my cock sucked.
And yeah, in case you’re wondering, Melissa Gruff was one heck of a cock sucker. In fact, it wouldn’t have taken all that much for her to get me off, but that wasn’t what she had in mind.
Melissa pulled her mouth free and her hand stroked my slippery shaft. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Are you sure this is all you want?”
Was I sure. No, I wasn’t sure, and I think she sensed my doubt.
“Come on,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good.”
That wasn’t the sort of offer I was likely to turn down.
“Come on. You know you want it.”
Okay, I’ll admit it. Somewhere along the way, the tables had turned. I wasn’t exactly sure just how that had happened but I’d come here to rescue her and suddenly here she was trying to seduce me.
“Of course, if you don’t want it,” Melissa said, “I can always go somewhere else.”
“No,” I told her. “No. You don’t have to do that.”
“You sure,” Melissa teased me. “Because I wouldn’t want you doing anything you didn’t actually want to do.”
“I said I’ll do it,” I told her.
She let her mouth slide down around my cock and then she pulled it back again. “Good,” she told me. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”
Melissa Gruff stood and then she took me by the hand and before I knew it, she was leading me to her bedroom. “I’ll bet this turns you on, doesn’t it,” she said.
“What does?” I asked.
“This,” Melissa said. “You know my mom. She can be ... she can be trying at times, so I’ll bet when you came over here, you didn’t expect to find that her daughter was such a fucking slut, did you, and it’s got to make you hot when you think you’re going to be fuck my mom’s daughter.”
She had a point there.
“Sit on my bed,” she said.
I did as she wanted and I sat on the bed.
“So you want to know how I do things at work, do you? Well, I’ll show you. First of all, when I’m at work, I’m not usually wearing this many clothes.”
I watched as Melissa Gruff took off her top and then I watched her open her jeans and pushed them down past her hips.
“Of course, it’s like I told you before,” she said. “When I’m at work, I usually like to go topless,” and with that, Melissa reached behind her and undid the snaps on her bra and suddenly, there she was letting her bra slide down her arms and slide past her hands.
Melissa brought her hands up and she fondled her tits and her fingers played with her nipples. If you asked me, I would have said she didn’t really need a bra because her tits were that nice and firm and compact.
“Like I said,” Melissa said, “this is the way I like to dress at work.”
I nodded. All she was wearing was a pair of panties and even those were so sheer and nearly non-existent, that even those didn’t seem to count for anything.
“So a customer comes in,” Melissa told me, “and he orders a drink. I can give it to him right there at the counter and sometimes when we’re really busy, that’s what I have to do, but when we’re not that busy, that’s when I can really have some fun. I tell the guy to have a seat and I tell him I’ll bring his coffee to him.”
I nodded and waited for her to continue.
“Usually, the ones who know me, the ones who’ve been in there before, they already have their cocks out just like you do now.”
I nodded again. I wasn’t sure where she was going with this but I was sure I was going to find out.
“Usually, all I have to do is hop in his lap ... just like this.”
I couldn’t help but groan as she took my cock in one quick move. I mean, one moment she was standing there talking to me plain as could be and in the next moment, she’s there in my lap and taking my cock all the way inside her.
She grinned at me. “That surprises you, doesn’t it?”
“What?”
“It surprises you, the way I can take a cock like that, doesn’t it?”
I nodded.
“It’s the same way with most guys. They just don’t realize what a slut I am.”
I don’t know about most guys but I’m starting to figure it out. Actually, with what her cunt is doing to my cock, it would be kind of hard not to figure it out.
“Do you like this?” she asked as her pussy squeezed my cock. “Do you like it when I do this?”
“Oh yeah, you’re good,” I tell her. “Oh yeah. You’re good.”
She’s got her hands behind my head and she’s pushing her breasts against my face. “How’s that,” she coos at me. “How do you like those tits?”
I like them just fine but I don’t tell her that. I have the feeling she doesn’t really need me to say anything. I have the feeling that she already knows.
“Are you going to cum for me?” she asks. “Are you going to cum in my pussy?”
I can feel her pussy squeezing my cock even as she asks and there’s not a doubt in my mind as to what she wants.
“I want you to do it,” she tells me. “I want you to cum in my pussy.”
As if I had a choice. I couldn’t help but groan as I unloaded myself between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. That’s it. Oh God, you’re filling me up so good.”
One thing was clearly certain I thought as I felt Melissa’s pussy continue to ride my cock. I might have been concerned for Melissa before but the way she was now, I was more concerned for any unsuspecting owner of a cock that might come within fucking range of the girl. It was certainly clear that Melissa Gruff was pretty much going to go after any guy she could get her hands on.
“Well, I suppose I should be going,” I told her.
“Going? Going why?”
“I have things to do,” I told her.
“You didn’t have anything to do before.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You don’t have to play dumb with me,” Melissa said. “I get it.”
“You get what?” I asked.
“Oh come on. Isn’t it obvious. You come over here with some stupid story about how I’m being drugged, by coffee of all things, and then you try to convince me that I need to fuck, and when you finally get me to do it, then you want to run away and leave.”
“But—”
“But what? Isn’t that the way it happened?”
No, I wanted to tell her. No, that wasn’t the way it happened, but I could tell that she wasn’t going to believe me.
She pulled herself up off of my lap. “I suppose you should be going newspaper boy but let me tell you this, buster. I’m going to tell my mom what you did.”
That was enough to stop me in my tracks. “What’d you say?”
“You heard me. Of course, knowing mom, she’s probably not going to be all that pleased that you went out and fucked her daughter. Hell, she’d probably go straight to your publisher. Hell, knowing her, she’d probably go and get you fired.”
I was thinking the same thing. Mathilda Gruff was just the kind of person that might be tenacious enough to do exactly that, and what after all, was my excuse.
“But don’t you worry,” the girl said. “I’m sure you’ll find another newspaper job somewhere.”
And that was just the problem, wasn’t it? Newspapers everywhere were cutting back. Would I really be able to find another job somewhere else?
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want you to stick around. I want to play some more.”
All this to get another roll in the hay. The girl was incorrigible. “You know, you really are a bitch,” I told her.
“Yeah, I know, but fortunately for you, all I really want is to get fucked so as long as you do that right, you haven’t got anything to worry about.”
I looked at her and I shook my head. “Fine,” I told her. “Let’s get this over with. What do you want to do now?”
“I want what any girl wants.”
“And that is?”
“I want you to fuck my brains out.”
I shook my head. “You’ve got a very strange idea about what any girl wants. You know that, don’t you?”
“Just humor me, okay?”
“Fine,” I told her. I didn’t like the way this was turning out and the sooner I got away from Melissa, the better. It’s too bad I didn’t know just how right I was. “Let’s get this over with, okay?”
“You don’t have to sound so grumpy about it,” she griped.
“We’re doing what you want me to do,” I told her. “What else do you want from me?”
“You could at least act like you’re enjoying it,” she said.
“You’re making me do this,” I shot back.
“Oh right. Like this is all some horrible chore to you.” She posed for a moment in front of me. “Like you don’t want a piece of this body,” she told me.
Well yeah, I wanted her, but not like this.
“I can still tell my mom,” she said. “I can still tell her how you came in here and seduced me.”
“No,” I told her. “No. I said I’d do it and I will.”
“Well all right then. Put a fucking smile on your face.”
I’m not sure how much of a smile I was able to put out but whatever I did, it seemed good enough for Melissa.
“That’s better,” she said as she grabbed me by the hand, “but you know what we need to do.”
She fell back onto her bed and she pulled me on top of her.
“Come on,” she said again. “You know what I want you to do.”
I certainly did and there was no doubt about just how receptive Melissa Gruff was going to be as I slid my cock up in between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me just like that.”
I was certainly willing to give her what she wanted. Her pussy was so nice and tight and wet. Oh yeah. I was definitely willing to give her what she wanted.
She brought her legs up and she crossed her legs behind my back. I couldn’t have gotten away even if I’d wanted to but the truth was I wasn’t even thinking of trying to get away.
Her brown eyes were looking up at mine. “That’s it,” she told me. “You’re doing what I want you to do. That’s it. Fuck me.”
That’s what I was doing, I wanted to tell her.
“Come on,” she pleaded. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
I was going to cum. I knew it and I think Melissa did, too.
“Are you going to cum?” she asked. “Are you? I want you to do it. You know that, don’t you. I want you to cum in my pussy. Come on, do it. Cum in my pussy.”
I couldn’t help but groan. I knew I was going to give her what she wanted.
“Come on,” she pleaded. “Come on. Do it. Cum in my pussy. Be a man. Come on, do it. Come on. Fill me up.”
I couldn’t help myself. I shoved my cock forward and with a groan, I felt myself empty my cock into her tight, little cunt.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s what I want. Cum in my pussy. Cum in my pussy and fill me up.
She might have been a bitch but one thing was certain. Melissa Gruff sure did have one tight, little cunt, and I just couldn’t help but do exactly what she wanted me to do.
I felt my cock slide out of her tight, little cunt and I dropped down beside her on the bed. I was done. I was spent, or at least that’s what I thought.
Or perhaps it would be better to say that I thought I was done but the truth was Melissa wasn’t done with me.
I could feel Melissa’s hand sliding down and I could feel her wrapping her hand around my cock and I couldn’t help but groan. Didn’t this girl ever get tired, I wondered.
Her hand released its hold on me and I could feel her straddling my legs and I was sure I knew what was going to come next. She was going to slide herself up. She was going to take hold of my cock and she was going to try and push herself down on my cock.
Only that wasn’t going to happen. I needed to rest and this time, I was sure, this time, my cock wasn’t going to be ready to respond.
That was what I’d thought was going to happen but it wasn’t what did happen.
Melissa crouched down and I could feel her rubbing her breasts against my cock and for a moment there, I couldn’t help wondering if maybe I could get myself up again.
But that wasn’t what Melissa had in mind after all. She dropped down and even as her breasts pressed up against my cock, she was kissing my stomach and then she was moving higher, kissing my chest and then my neck and finally my face and my lips.
“You were great,” she told me. “Did you know that? You were great.”
I’m not sure what I said, but whatever it was, I’m sure it was something inane.
“I just want to kiss you all over,” she said, and then as if to prove the point, she was sliding down and kissing my shoulders.
Weird, I thought, but okay, whatever, and besides, my cock seemed to like what she was doing.
Her hands brought my arms up and then she was holding my hands together and suddenly, without warning, she took one of my fingers and she sucked me into her mouth.
Okay, that was weird, too, but dang, I liked it. I couldn’t help wondering if I had a finger sucking fetish or something, but hell, that felt good.
Almost as quickly as she’d done it though, she’d let my finger go. “Did you like that?” she purred.
“Yeah.”
“I thought you might,” she said as she stroked the undersides of my arms. She was pushing them higher and I thought maybe she wanted to kiss me on the armpits or something. Like I said, weird.
But that wasn’t what she wanted. I could feel the wetness of her pussy as she sat astride my chest and I could feel her tits as they intermittently brushed against my face and all the while, she was pushing my arms up, stroking the elbows, rubbing the wrists, and ...
And click!
And click again.
What the fuck!
It took me a moment, okay maybe a couple of moments to realize what had happened, but when I did, I pulled on my arms.
And nothing happened.
What the hell. I struggled harder but it was to no avail. My arms were stuck and if the feel of cold metal around my wrists was any indication, I had a pretty good idea why. “What the hell did you do to me?” I said.
“Nothing.”
“Like hell, nothing,” I raged. I once more tugged ineffectively on my arms. “This is not nothing.”
“Well, no it’s not.”
“So tell me what you did.”
“Isn’t it obvious? I handcuffed you to my bed.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t let you get away.”
Okay, I tried to get myself under control. I didn’t know what Melissa’s game was but whatever it was, I needed to figure out what it was so I could get her to turn me loose. “Why can’t you let me get away,” I asked.
“Because I want to know everything there is to know about the coffee,” she said.
That was hardly the answer I expected. “You want to know what?” I asked.
“I want to know about the coffee,” she said. “You said it was drugged. You said you were trying to stop it. I want to know about that.”
I struggled against the restraints. “Damn it. Let me go.”
“Not until you tell me.”
I struggled again even though I knew it was pointless. “Damn it,” I said. “Damn it. Let me go.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Why do you want to know?” I asked.
“Because I want to.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to help them. Because I don’t want you to win.”
“You want to help them?” I asked.
“I want to help them. The ones who are doing this to me. The ones you’re trying to stop. I want to help them win.”
I struggled again against the handcuffs. “Damn it, Melissa. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do to know what I’m saying. I like being a slut and I don’t want anything to change it.”
“Damn it, Melissa. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do too know what I’m saying and don’t tell me that I don’t know.”
“Melissa—”
“I think I’ve heard enough out of you.”
“Melissa.”
But she wasn’t listening to me anymore.
I saw her reaching past my body and then I saw her come back into view and when I saw what she had in her hand, I shook my head. “Uh, uh,” I tried to tell her. “No way. Don’t do it.”
But Melissa wasn’t listening and my words became muffled as she put the gag in place.
“I think we’ll just let you lie there for a while,” she told me, “and when you’re ready to be more cooperative, maybe then we’ll have another talk.”
I tried once more to get her attention but she was already leaving the bedroom. It was as Melissa had said, she’d heard enough from me already, but she’d be back to hear more real soon.