Jason Eggers - Innocents for sale

"Well, now," he said, putting his hand firmly on her knee and lower thigh, "what will you have? Martini?"

"Make it a double vodka," she answered, hoping that the drink would dull her senses and take her mind off of David if only for a short time.

"Waiter," he called, "two double martinis – vodka."

She could feel the bite of the chilled liquor as she swallowed and it burned her throat and caused a warm flush to settle in her stomach. She tried to sit back in the booth and stretch out her legs in a feigned yawn in order to release the tension that was building up in her, but as she did, his hand slid further up her leg until she could feel his thick, strong fingers firmly grasping the soft flesh of her inner thigh and begin to knead it.

"You have the softest skin of any girl I've felt in a long time," he whispered in her ear, his voice thickening with desire for the new girl sitting beside him.

His touch was making her skin crawl, but she knew that she had to do as Mr. Ward had said or suffer the consequences.

"Thank you," she managed, to answer, taking another long gulp of her martini and praying that the liquor would soon take effect and make her not care that this strange greasy man was handling her.

His eyes devoured every inch of her body, settling on the high curve of her breasts and his other hand reached out and gently massaged one of the full, rounded orbs while she just sat there. She couldn't pull away from his caress because she was in the corner of the booth and backed up against the wall.

She tried to smile suggestively at him, but she knew that it was more of a hopeless, wan effort, because she could feel her own body trembling as he persisted in his caress of her bosom and the firm kneading of her thigh.

"Relax," he said, "I'm not going to bite you… not yet anyway," he said, leering at her and enjoying the fact that she was uncomfortable and obviously doing this against her will.

She quickly downed the rest of the drink and he ordered two more, finally releasing his grip on her breast.

"You've got a lot to offer a man," he murmured. "Do you use what you've got or shall I teach you?"

"Oh, I do all right," she answered, trying to sound nonchalant, but knowing that she had failed and just sounded frightened.

"Well, let's finish the drinks and then I'll see just what you can do. You know that I'll make it well worth your while."

His hand had slipped fully underneath her cotton skirt and she had risen even higher up on her thigh until she could feel his fingers searching for the elastic leg band of the white, nylon panties she was wearing. His hand pressed eagerly into the slight bulge of her pubic mound and rubbed persistently while his fingers forced their way inside the taut elastic and he could feel out the tender lips of her vagina and small bud of her smooth, pink clitoris.

His breath was coming in long, raking gasps and she was afraid that the other people in the bar would hear him and know what was going on.

"Don't you think we'd better wait a little bit," she asked hesitantly.

"Doesn't matter, my dear," he answered through his thick breath, "no one cares what goes on in here anyway, and I can't wait to get my hands on you!" He was grinning sadistically at her and pulled teasingly at the soft, coral pubic hair nestled between her legs. She winced helplessly and thought that she would cry out in pain. He seemed to enjoy the fact that she was uncomfortable knowing that there were other people present and that if they were going to have to make love she would prefer to do it in private.

She downed her second double vodka martini and her head was beginning to feel a bit light and she slid further down in her seat in an effort to hide the fact that his hand was buried in between her loins, but this only facilitated his grasp on her and she felt one chubby finger push firmly into the tight, tiny slit of her vagina.

He was breathing hard and she could feel the involuntary clinging of her vaginal walls around the thickness of his finger as he wiggled it teasingly inside her. She could feel the tightness building in her loins and the liquor was letting her body react to this natural, but lustful impulse.

God, what's happening to me, she moaned to herself. I'm turning into a nympho! A man… any man just touches me and… Oooooh…

"I'd like to rip your clothes off right here and take you here and now, in this booth," he whispered huskily.

"No… wait… let's go to a room," she managed to choke out.

She wasn't sure whether it was the liquor or not, but somehow she didn't seem to mind his touch so much as her own body began to desire… demand… attention!

He signaled the waiter to put the drinks on his bar tab and reluctantly withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt and led her out of the bar.

"Let's go to your cabin, I want to be completely alone with you," he demanded.

"I have to check with the office," she said, remembering what she had been told.

"Never mind with that, I want you now… we can do that later, I'll take care of it!" And he almost pushed her roughly towards the front door of the club.

They walked quickly down the path to the cabins and were about to turn to go to her cabin when she saw David walking towards her. She wanted to run and hide but it was too late. She didn't know what to say or what he would say, but he walked right on by as though he didn't even see them.

How could he be so cold, she thought, then rationalized that he, too, was working for the corporation and regardless of what he wanted to do, his hands were tied just the same as hers. Suddenly she felt sick and she was no longer stimulated by the lustful, degrading pawing of the man she was about to take into her bed, but she knew that it was too late to turn back now. She would have to see David later and explain it to him, but she knew that he was already aware of what was going on.

Once inside the cabin, Mr. Manning locked the door and wasted no time in stripping until he stood in front of her, naked and fully erect, ready to take her in any fashion he demanded. He walked towards her, his rigid penis bobbing up against his hairy stomach like a hardened stump. His hands reached out and ripped her blouse from her body without bothering to unbutton it, and the buttons went scattering over the floor. She tried to draw back, but his hands were gripping her shoulders and held her fast. He seemed to delight in ripping her clothes off rather than a more conventional way or letting her undress herself. It took him only a few minutes of clawing and tearing to have her completely naked and vulnerable and angry red welts showed on her soft, white breasts where he had savagely torn her brassiere from her body and trailed down to the roundness of her stomach and down to the bulge of her pubis and thighs.

She wanted to scream in fear because he seemed to be like a madman, clawing and scraping her body, panting and gasping while he enjoyed the torture he was putting her through.

Roughly he threw her to the bed and continued his lustful pawing, dipping two fingers coarsely and deeply into her dry, tight vagina and wiggling them harshly. She started to moan in pain and humiliation as he whispered obscenities in her ear and delighted at her frightened reaction.

"Please… stop… you're hurting me," she pleaded, but her cries went unheeded.

"You're a big girl," he grunted, "you can take all I have to give you and more!"

She struggled under the weight of his body, but she was held firmly, pushed into the thin mattress of the bed.

She could feel the hardness of his penis as it throbbed into the softness of her thighs and searched for the tiny opening of her vaginal slit.

"Aaaagggghhhhhh," she gasped, as she felt the first plunge of his great weapon into her still tight, moist passage. "Oooooohhh, not so fast, please… PLEASE!"