Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

Hugo told her then, "Arthur and I have resolved his part in this! Now you owe that money directly to me, and I intend to collect – now!"

Through miserable, tear-dimmed eyes, she looked up at him and trembled. "H-how…?" Then she saw salacious lust in those pale blue eyes, set wide in his craggy, lined face. The answer was there in her mind even before he spoke. Oh no! Oh, God, no! Not him!?

"From what Arthur has told me already, I think you know the method of repayment!" he leered. "Or do you want me to spell it out for you?"

Virginia gasped in disbelief, aghast, "Do you m-mean… sex?"

"Exactly! You're very bright about that, at least!" he smirked. "So – if you cooperate with us – you can wipe out that debt, and your little secret from your husband remains secret…" His voice trailed off, but there was a hint of a threat of possible consequences.

That little word "us" stuck with her, its importance to what he said bludgeoning her with its pregnant meaning.

"You said 'us'?" she questioned. "Y-you can't mean that? Both of you? A-at the s-same time…?"

"That's right, baby!" Hartman grunted. He had said little during the time she had sat there in Foxx's office with the two men. Now he confirmed her worst fears. "Both of us are going to fuck you at the same time – until you can't see straight!"

"Ooooohhhh, my Goddddd!" she moaned. "No! No! Nooooo!"

"Then you're choosing the alternative? Jail?" Hugo grated.

"No!" Virginia cried. She felt like that trapped animal that once caught in the steel-jawed trap struggles to free itself, but only succeeds in causing the cruel teeth to dig in deeper, hold the trapped paw tighter yet. She knew, once again, that she would have to do what they demanded of her. But both of them? Ugh!

"Then you'll do it?" Hugo persisted.

"Y-yes. What else…?" she blubbered. All her will to fight was drained from her.

In an unreal mist, she heard the Area Supervisor talking on his intercom. "No calls for the next hour, Mrs. Baker!"

Janice's voice was tinny on the small speaker. "All right, Mr. Foxx. Shall I close up?"

"Why?"

"I thought maybe you'd like things evened up in there!"

"You're impertinent, Janice!"

"I was just trying to be a good Girl Friday!"

"You're still out of line, and I should fire you, right now!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Foxx… terribly sorry…" His secretary's voice trailed off as she felt the sting of his chastisement.

"Some God damned broads start to think they own you… after a while!" Hugo boomed angrily at no one in particular.

Deep in her own morass of self-pity, Virginia was wondering where her new debauchment by these two leering goats of men was to take place, when Hugo Foxx stepped around his desk and took her by the arm, assisting her from her chair, and said, "Well, Virginia, I think it's time we all went into my private office!"

Here? Right here? Oh, God! Somehow, she had had notions of a hotel room, or a bedroom in one of their homes. Numbly, she allowed herself to be led into the room adjoining his working office. Then, just as numbly, she sat down on the couch, as he led her to it, shaking her head negatively when he offered her a drink. With tear-filled, downcast eyes, she tried to visualize how it was possible for two men to have sexual intercourse with one woman at the same time.

"Come on, Virginia, baby, remember last time? A couple of drinks and you were ready for anything!" Hartman urged, lifting his own filled glass coaxingly.

She flared out at him. "I don't want anything to drink! Nothing! I don't want to lose control of m-myself… like I did with Arthur!"

"Suit yourself!" Hugo eased his bulk down beside her, sipping a Scotch on the rocks, and his ham-like paw went out to her knee to caress suggestively.

Even as a loathing for his touch flooded through her, she also sensed a certain animal magnetism in Hugo Foxx, an intense maleness that seemed to exude from him, and there was an accompanying, unexplained tingling thrill, definitely sexual, that ran with searing fingers up and down her spine, as his exploring fingers inched up higher along the satiny, warmly pliant flesh of her inner thigh. Timidly, she looked up at him. She saw nothing attractive at all about him. He's an ugly old man! But there was no explanation forthcoming to her as to why she was beginning to feel a tiny glow of arousal deep in her belly.

Sitting across from her, Hartman had been drinking steadily from his glass; now he tossed down the remainder, set the glass down, and moved to sit on the other side of her. "Let's get this show on the road!" he exclaimed impatiently; at the same time, he fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress. In a moment he had run it down to her waist with a metallic sigh of finality.

Still looking down in her shame, Virginia saw the thick pulsing bulge inside Hartman's pants, which graphically reminded her of what was going to happen in a very few minutes.

For an instant she resisted him, as he pulled her dress forward and off her arms. "Oh, please…?" She clasped the front of her dress back up to her fearfully heaving breasts.

"Hell!" Hartman rasped. "It's no fun to fuck a woman with her clothes on!" Roughly, he pulled her dress down again.

Then, as Arthur began working on the snaps of her lace-trimmed brassiere, she sensed that Hugo, on the other side of her, was rising. Quickly, she glanced in his direction and saw that he was removing his tie and jacket. He, too, she couldn't help noticing, had a huge, telltale bulge in the front of his suit pants. Her brassiere was off now, and she automatically brought her arms up to her chest to cover her breasts.

"That's not fair, baby!" Arthur firmly removed her protective arms, his hot mouth coming wetly down to immediately capture the pink bud of one of her slowly hardening nipples. He sucked it up hungrily, nibbling with his lips, his tongue laving at the sensitive peak of flesh, while his hand was busy with its twin, his fingers massaging caressingly and rolling the now erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Unbidden again, she felt delicious sensations race chargingly through her. It was exactly what she didn't want. She had been telling herself over and over: They can do what they want to me, but I won't let them make me like it! I won't! I WON'T!

"You two will have to stand up for a moment!" It was Hugo, behind them.

Virginia stood up and Art took her solidly into his arms, his hands moving deftly to push her dress down over her smoothly flaring hips. It fell with a sigh down around her feet. Then he was pressing her in tight against him, his hands on the softly rounded moons of her buttocks, feeling them through her nylon panty hose and pulling her up against the warm, pulsing bulge of his erect penis. His hard male flesh was hot against her fearfully cringing abdomen. She was revolted at the idea of how she was being used, but just as before, she knew of no way to extricate herself. Her voluptuous young body slumped against him with abysmal resignation. He tilted her head up, and kissed her hard and long, his agile tongue probing sinuously between her lips and teeth. She didn't resist him. She just stood there limply and let him have his fun, as his avid hands ran up and down her back and caressed the full-mounded protuberances of her nylon-covered ass cheeks, and as she stood there unresisting, she tried to make her mind a blank, pretend that none of this was really happening to her and wishing that she couldn't feel anything. There was a metallic click behind her followed by a couple of thumps. Glancing from the corner of her eye, she saw that Hugo had done something with the couch. It was now a big, soft bed. She remembered thinking: How, clever!

Behind her now, his voice coming from the bed itself, she heard Hugo Foxx growl, "Get those God damned panty hose off of her! I want to see what the little bitch looks like bare-assed naked!"