Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

With that, she turned away and stalked from the cabin. Joey followed her and then Felton got up from his seat by the table and stalked out of the room, leaving Chato in charge of the captives.

"Okay, we all by ourself now," Chato said when they were alone in the cabin. "You guys, you won't try nothing, okay? I don't wanna have to bop you with nothing. And that Sandy, she mean what she say – she one more bad-assed cunt!"

"It's not likely that we could do much," Gina replied sorrowfully. "Not the way we're tied up. I feel like a Christmas turkey!"

"Yeah, me too," Pete agreed. "But a satisfied turkey, remember! That was some job you did on me!"

"You were pretty good yourself," Gina said with a shy smile. "I… I only wish…"

"What?" he asked. "What do you wish?"

"Well, I wish they hadn't forced me to do it," she murmured with downcast eyes. "I mean, a thing like that, it ought to be something you do when you both really want it, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I follow you," Pete agreed. "But damnit, I did want it! Sure, I'd rather have had us alone and our hands and feet untied, so we could really get it on right, but even the way it was, it was damned good. You're really something else!"

"Thank you," she replied. "Gee, I sure never thought I'd see the day when I'd feel proud at being paid a compliment like that! You know, even a week ago I think I'd have almost puked if somebody'd asked me to go down on them! Wow, I guess that just goes to show how you don't really know your own head!"

"Hey, how old are you?" Chato asked, looking at Gina with a perplexed air. "C'mon, tell me how old you are."

"I'm twenty," Gina said. "Why?"

"Sonofabitch!" the girl marveled. "Twenty years old and you never sucked a cock before? Man, you're outta sight! Shit, I thought everybody ate dick!"

"I guess some of us are a little slower than others to learn better ways of doing things," Gina muttered.

"Yeah, but twenty years old!" Chato exclaimed. "You ain't slow, girl, you fucking backward! Man, I never heard of no shit like that before!"

They sat in silence for a few moments before Gina looked up at Chato with a curious expression. Measuring the girl with a calculating look, she cleared her throat and then spoke.

"Uh, you weren't in on that robbery, right?" she asked.

"Nah. They picked me up on the way here. Why? Man, I wouldn't mind making a score like that, though! Wow, you oughta see the bread in that suitcase of theirs! Some heavy haul, that one was!"

"I was only thinking," Gina said. "I mean, if you weren't actually involved with the robbery then you don't have as much at stake as they do, right?"

"Uh, I guess so," Chato agreed. "By rights I ought not to get busted for that job. But them pigs, you know, with a record like mine, if they find me with them cats you know they gonna bust my ass good!"

"Oh? You already have a criminal record?" Gina asked.

"Hey, man, I seen this social worker chick one day, she opened up my file for the first time," Chato said, grinning impishly at the memory. "You know, she didn't know from shit about me and it was the first time she ever seen my rap sheet. She was one of them religious freaks, you know, thirty or forty, something ancient like that. Anyway, when she opened up that file and started running down my rap sheet she damned near pissed her panties! Wow, the look she got on her face! It was almost worth getting busted again just to check that broad out!"

"Maybe it wouldn't do for you to get caught with them," Gina suggested. "And this time, you, know, they're facing a murder indictment too."

"I'm hip!" Chato exclaimed. "Shit, I know what they been doing!"

"Do you think they'll allow themselves to be arrested peacefully?"

"Shit; that Eddie and Joey, they gonna go out blasting," Chato said with an indifferent shrug. "They both of them done enough time already that the pigs ain't gonna mess with 'em – they'll just level 'em and say they was trying to escape or something. Arid Sandy, she don't care much one way or another. I think she'd like to try taking on a pig or two herself."

"And what are you going to be doing while all this shooting is taking place?" Gina asked.

"Man, I hope I'm on the floorboards in the back seat," Chato muttered fervently. "Jail, it ain't no picnic spot but it sure don't last as long as that hole in the ground!"

"You don't have to face the risk of being there for that final shootout, you know," Gina reminded the girl.

"Yeah, I seen it coming a long time ago," Chato sneered. "You mean, I get you two untied right now and you split, taking me along with you. Then you turn me over to the cops, tell 'em where Sandy and the rest are, and I go off to the pen for ten or fifteen years so I can learn how to sing hymns and make shoes, right? Bullshit!"

Gina tried to protest that she had not meant that at all, though she could not deny that she had intended for Chato to make some kind of arrangement with the police.

"Get off it," Chato repeated, paying no attention to her protests. "I'm breaking parole right now – they find out I been anywhere near that bunch arid it's back to the shoe factory for me! No, I ain't gonna have nothing to do with the cops!"

"I'm sorry," Gina murmured. "I didn't know about the parole."

"Well, you know it now," Chato grumbled. "No cops, no way!"

"All right, you know what's best for you," Gina agreed. "But tell me this, though: don't you get tired of being mistreated? Of being used, like an old piece of clothing? I mean, Sandy and the rest, they aren't exactly interested in your well-being!"

"She's right," Pete agreed, seeing the direction Gina was heading in her talk with the girl. "They're only using you and it probably won't be too long before they get tired of you and drop you somewhere. Knowing them, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't take any chances on you telling anyone where they left you."

"You mean, they might try to waste me once they decide to split, huh?"

"Wouldn't it make sense, from their point of view?" Gina pressed. "You must admit, Chato, that they seem to be awfully ready to use those pistols they have!"

"Sure, they might try to waste me," Chato muttered. "I thought of that already. I'm just gonna have to make sure that I split before they decide to get rid of me, that's all. But it ain't gonna be here, that's for sure. Way up in these fucking mountains, the ass-end of nowhere? No, I ain't splitting till we get to some place where there's some people and a city!"

"I hope that isn't too late," Gina observed.

"Aw, screw it," Chato said with a shrug of despair. "Worrying about it ain't gonna help none. Hey, you wanna ball your guy while they're gone? Huh? Slip yourself in a free fuck?"

"What?" Gina asked, unable to believe her ears.

"Him! You wanna screw him real quick?" Chato said, motioning toward Pete. "Union, it might make you both feel better to get a whack at each other again! Whaddaya say, huh?"

"We weren't sleeping together before you arrived," Gina insisted. "Honest we weren't!"

"Yeah, I'll believe that the day they vote me a pension!" Chato sneered. "A good-looking guy like him, hung like a bull elephant, and you wasn't getting yourself a cuntful of his cock every time you turned around? What kinda fool you think I am, huh?"

"Very well, believe what you will, but the truth is exactly what I told you," Gina said.

"Well? How about it? You gonna get yourself screwed? You might not have another chance like this for a while," Chato pointed out. "Lookit the cock on him – it's only half hard now but man, you could work him up in no time at all and then it'd be heaven all the way!"

Gina looked over at Pete; he modestly dropped his eyes, but not before she caught the sudden look of interest in them. It was then that she realized his desire for her. Knowing that he was interested had an effect and decided her in favor of the act.