Frederick Laughton - Bookstore for boys

"Six o'clock, right?" said the other boy.

"That's correct. Six o'clock," Jennifer answered, finding their attitude confusing.

Now feeling somewhat nervous, she returned to her figures, periodically consulting her watch, though it seemed the minutes would never tick off. And the boys just continued to browse, occasionally chatting softly among themselves in voices so low she couldn't discern a thing they were saying. She waited until three minutes till six, then rose and cleared her throat, attracting both youngsters to look at her.

"I… I have to close now," she said, trying to control the nervousness in her voice. "If you boys have found… anything you want, would you please make your purchases now so that…"

"There's not but one thing in this shop I want," said Tony Jackson.

"And I bet I want the same thing as you?" his companion answered leeringly.

"But where's that damned Skip?" Tony grunted. "I put five till six on the note. The little runt should be here by now."

"Skip?" Jennifer gasped, suddenly fearing that she understood.

"That's right," said Tony. "You remember Skip, don't you? Skip's been so miserable since you cut him off? I've been afraid he's gonna get an inferiority complex, or whatever you call it."

"An inferiority complex," Jennifer remarked absurdly.

"Yeah, that's right." Tony agreed. "You know, when a guy don't think he's no good in the sack. Well, me and Fred here are gonna try to get things patched up between the two of you. And if he couldn't satisfy yourself, maybe we can help."

"Skip did satisfy me," she said, her face blanching as she realized her mistake.

The two boys looked silently at one another. "So he wasn't lying," the stockier of the two said finally.

"Nope. And I never thought he was," said Tony. Then he returned his gaze to Jennifer. "So why don't you go back and roll the bed out, and me and Fred'll wait here for Skip and lock up when he gets here."

Jennifer tried to control the trembling of her lusciously contoured body as she looked the boy in the eyes. "You get out of here right now," she said, "or I'm going to call the police."

"You're gonna call the fuzz, hunk?" Tony retorted. "And what are you gonna tell 'em?"

"Oh my God," Jennifer whispered. They were right. They had her. They could blackmail her if they wanted to. They could do almost anything, and she had no way of defending herself against them. Physically they were too strong for her, and after what she had done to Skip, she could appeal to no one for help.

"Hey Tony," Fred McGuiness said, gazing out the glass window. "There's Skip now, running up the sidewalk like a first-grader late for school."

"Skip's coming here?" Jennifer gasped, almost mortified.

"Sure he's coming."

"He knows you're here?"

"Naw, of course not," said Tony. "We got Ramona to type him up a note that's supposed to be from you. But we like Skip. That's why we tried to fix him up with Ramona. And there's enough of you for the three of us so it ain't no reason for cutting him out."

The three of you? Jennifer thought, unable to even speak. Then the door opened and fourteen year old Skip Palmer burst through, panting, face sweating. "I'm sorry I'm late," he gasped, not noticing his two classmates who stood on either side of the door. "My grandmother made me do the laundry. You sent me a note that…" His voice trailed off for a moment, then he turned to stare first at the stocky boy, then the tall redhead. "Tony! Fred! What are you guys doing here this time of the afternoon?"

"We came to get a little pussy," Tony said absently as if he was talking about playing pinball. "But we figured we'd cut you in, maybe even give you some pointers on how to satisfy a nymphomaniac."

"You little beasts!" Jennifer hissed.

"But I don't want you to touch…" Skip began. "I don't want you to touch her. She's… she's mine!"

"She's not yours if you haven't had her in four days. But she can still be part yours if you want in on the fun. Think of it in terms of that last chapter about group sex. We're gonna gang-bang her."

Jennifer gasped aloud and Skip could only croak: "Gang-bang her?"

"That's right. So are you in or out?"

"But…" Skip gasped.

"Look," said Tony. "She cut you off just when the fun was getting good. You expect us to stand by and let her go to waste. You can have your share of the fun too, and she's not objecting. Look at her."

Skip turned his eyes suddenly to Jennifer. She couldn't miss the anger welling in them, an anger she realized was directed at her though she couldn't understand why. Then Skip looked back at the taller of the other two boys. "You're right," he said, as if in admission of self-defeat. "She's not objecting." He turned his gaze back toward Jennifer before he added: "Count me in."

After that it happened almost too fast. As Jennifer stared, immobilized by her shock, the boys drew the blinds across the store window and threw the latch on the front door. Then they approached her like three hungry wolves approaching an abandoned lamb. They guided her through the curtain into the little room behind the shop. She listened to the squeaking of the joints as the couch was folded out into a bed. She said nothing, and she thought if she tried to move she would faint. Then, the bed prepared, the boys turned back to her.

"All right," said Tony. "Let's get her clothes off and fuck her."

Oh my God, Jennifer thought. It this really happening. She watched the teenagers step toward her, forming a triangle around her in the cluttered little room. "Please," she managed finally to whimper in a failing voice. "I don't want it. I don't, really!"

Her desperate gaze met Skip's, and there was a moment of silence as the two of them looked each other in the eyes. At last he broke it with a whisper: "Yes, ma'am Miss Watson. You do want it. I can see it in your eyes."

That, Jennifer thought, was really the last straw. What had she turned Skip into? Where was the innocent boy who'd come to her, so long ago it now seemed, with his piggy bank savings to buy the sex manual Lou Kelly had talked her into stocking in the store. But by that token she almost deserved what was about to happen to her. Better that she be raped by these three sex-crazed teenagers than some innocent virgin girl at school, and now she could almost laugh, bitterly and ironically, at the justice of that cruelty.

Then she shivered with an overwhelming sense of helplessness as the menacing trio moved closer to her. She looked at them, her eyes pleading for mercy and finding no sign of it in their leering stares. And then suddenly the three boys were on her, pawing her with their hands, tearing at her clothing. She was completely demoralized, completely outnumbered, and there was nothing she could do to resist. She stood almost passively as their boyish fingers moved demandingly over the softness of her half-naked flesh, until she was stripped finally to the nude, and she could do nothing but gaze hopelessly around, trying futilely to shield her full swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to grasp the full meaning of what was happening to her.

Then the boys retreated and began pulling off their own clothes. The sight was too much for Jennifer's shattered nerves, and she stepped back, gaping in stunned horror as one after another of the three young bodies were revealed to her. She gasped as she observed Fred McGuiness' rippling torso noting that his penis was almost twice the size of young Skip's. Then, turning her eyes furtively toward Tony, she saw that the taller boy was still wearing his shorts. Seeing he'd caught her attention, the big freckle-faced, redheaded youngster winked. Then slowly he pulled his jockey shorts down. And as he did so an involuntary gasp of shock burst to helplessly naked woman's lips.