The Twins - A Bitter Hatred

[little_golden]

Jordan felt Melanie's forcefulness deep inside her. She was so controlling and in charge of everything. Jordan had a unknown but real need to please Melanie and she wasn't about to cry out and instead bite her lip to hold in some of the pain and intense pleasure that was racking through her body and Melanie took her to her sexual limits.

Jordan lost count of the fingers inside her. She knew after this experience, men would find her a lot less tight and if Melanie had her way, no doubt they'd be fisting in no time. She'd be a little sore in the more from the extreme and hard use Melanie had taken on her hot wet pussy. Forever more, she'd be more turned on to being fingered, eaten, fucked and ass fucked than ever before. Melanie exuded power and a certain sexy dominatrix type personalty.

Not a word escaped Jordan's mouth as the wet slippery vibrator was pulled out of her asshole. Right now her ass ring had been worked so hard, Jordan imagined that Melanie could probably slip in a beer bottle. She resisted the urge to groan as the tip was pulled out and the vibrator ceased its hummimh.

On her hot skin, Jordan felt Melanie wiping the vibrator. It was gross and she imagined brown streaks on her beautiful sweat glistening body.....

Her mind become focussed when Melanie spoke:
"You want more slut? You remember what I told you. If you want to see me again, just ask your sister to set it up, that is, if you're not too ashamed. And a filthy fuckrag like you should be ashamed!"

Jordan was exhausted and knew she couldn't take anymore in this session. Her face was red and she blushed at the hard words. But she definitely wanted to see and please Melanie again.

"Yes..." she replied softly. The crude words excited and tormented her.

In utter admiration she watched Melanie getting dress and zipping up her dress.

"I can help get you ready... Porsha" she offered lamely and hurried from the bed and towards Melanie.

But even as she hurried across the room naked, Melanie seemed to be hurring away... All of which captured on Porsha's secret tape.

"Hey this isn't my room!? Where am I?" Jordan called out. Her mind was putting things together and now she knew something was wrong.

The door of the cheap motel opened and Jordan stood naked in the doorway, oblivious to those outside as she watched Melanie walking towards a car.........

 

[prometheus 2]

(BUMP)

 

[little_golden]

Jordan looked out from the door of the motel room. Melanie was leaving and all she could do was watch silently. She could call out but what would be the point. Melanie had been very clear. They could meet again but it would have to be arranged through Porsha.

I don't want to ask Porsha! I don't even want her to know about this little mis-adventure thought Jordan silently as she stood in the doorway lost in deep thought.

Her long blonde hair was a mess on her head and now her make-up was smeared on her face. The perspiration from their lovemaking still covered her body and her sweet scent was heavy in the air. Faintly she could smell Melanie's perfume lingering in the room.

As Melanie's car sped away, Jordan became aware that people were looking at her.......

Her eyes becomes fixed on a broken down looking sign that seemed to flash in a random fashion.

"Cheap rooms by the hour or night" Jordan out loud without thinking.

Where am I? she wondered.

A pickup truck passed in front of the door and the beeping of the trucks horn, brought her to the reality that she was standing nude in front of a glass screen door.

"Shit" she mumbled.

 

[little_golden]

Preacher Bill, sat on a big chrome looking hog that gleamed in the sunlight. He saw the blonde bimbo staring out the door and a big southern grin crossed his faced.

Pussy he told himself.

I could fuck that she told himself as he eyed the bimbo standing in the motel doorway.

This motel was a fucked up ruin down hole on the outskirts of town. No doubt the girl was a tramp, a hooker or some cheating housewife.

Don't matter to me decide the big biker as he scratched his bald head.

Bill was hot and tired after riding his hog for several hours........

He wanted a little pussy, some weed, some booze and a good sleep.......

OCC Any takers for Preacher Bill or Porsha

 

[little_golden]

Hattie (Gossip Columnist)

Hattie popped her head up just in time to see Melanie leaving the motel room in a nonchalant fashion and she quietly squeezed off several digital pictures of the fleeing asiatic looking women.

"So little miss goody shoes is a lesbian... that will make a great story" she spoke softly to herself.

But I need to prove it. Too bad I wasn't able to peek in earlier and get a few pics.

I'll catch her yet... I'll get some candid shots yet.... Hattie promised herself.

Hattie was more than shocked as in door the lovely Jordan stood naked as a jaybird just staring out....

It was all she could do but to hold the button on her camera down as the digital camera zoomed in and the clicking of pictures started......

"Oh ya" Hattie spoke.

"This is front page news...."

 

[little_golden]

"This is bad!" Jordan spoke to herself as she hurried back into the room. She didn't have any luggage! Hustling into the bathroom she whispered to herself. Looking in the mirror - her hair was a mess of tangles.

"My head is killing me!" This was the effect of the booze and whatever had been slipped in her drink by that slug Anthony.


"This is a mess!"

"I've got to get home"

"I'll shower and sneak out.... but I'll have to cab it"

"No one will know.... I'll get lucky...."

 

[sail away]

OOC: Little Golden has given me the part of the biker.

IC: Narration.
Bill Howard, aka “Preacher Bill”. No one really knows how he got the handle of “Preacher” but some think it has something to do with his past, but no one dared to ask. Bill runs a car and bike custom shop with some “associates”. He also has a number of,…well let’s just call them “side jobs”. He’s been in trouble with the law, and spent some time behind bars for selling grass, crack, selling stolen car parts, and even punched out a girl friend. But he still has his “side jobs”. He’s returning from a “busyness trip” (drove across the border to pick up some weed), and decided to pull into the sleazy motel to sell some. This motel is notorious for weed and drug pushers, so all Bill has to do is sit on his hog and wait for business to come to him, and he’s already made some money.

Bill has heard some screams coming from one or two of the rooms, (oh, yea, this motel is also known as a hookers hangout) and has assumed that some working girls were hard at work.

Then, from a distance, Bill sees a door open and a smart looking girl walk out. Bill’s eyes bug out (so does his cock) when he sees another girl, naked, at the door, and assumes that she’s a sleaze hooker. She goes back in, and Bill thinks, “Hmm, NICE pussy!” Bill starts up his hog, rides right up to the door and pounds on it, still with the loud chopper going.

 

[little_golden]

The hot water blasting from the shower had a rejeuvenating effect on Jordan. It helped to calm her down. She'd get it together. No one would ever know about this.

I'll get through this.... was her mindset.

She had been in the shower less than a minute before she heard banging on the motel door.

After turning off the water, she wrapped a whitish-grey towel around her midsection and walked across the room dripping water as she went.

She pulled open the door quicky...

It had to be asian woman...

To Jordan's suprise stood a big biker.....

Jordan had a dumbfounded look on her face as she stood in the doorway and it wasn't whom she had expected....

 

[sail away]

Bill

Preacher Bill sat on his chopper, which he drove right up to the motel room door, and eyed the little trash clad only in a towel. Bill’s chopper was still running and made a defining “four stroke” sound that only tripped out hogs do. Bill eyed the girl whom he assumed to be just some trash prostitute. Little did he know how wrong he was. She was not some dope head cheap trick hooker, but a rich society girl.

He revved his bike as though using the noise to intimidate the girl. Not that Preacher Bill wasn’t intimidating himself. With snake skin boots, blue jeans, a pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt, a T shirt with a scull and cross bones design, bald headed, numerous tattoos visible on his arms, 6’5”, 250 lb, and, last but not least, a concealed .45 caliber revolver in his motorcycle pouch, Preacher Bill had little trouble intimidating others!

Bill switches off his bike, and it quickly comes to a stop. Suddenly there is quiet. Looking at the slight girl as a slight breeze wafts the towel and almost opens it exposing the girl’s most private place, Bill takes a deep breath and lets it out, and says, “How much for a trick bitch?”

 

[little_golden]

Jordan was stunned as a big biker sat on his roaring bike in her doorway. She couldn't say a word as she watched with big eyes. The man was big. The man was bald. He looked more than rough around the edges as the bike roared and he just seemed to look right through the towel and into her soul. She could feel a nervous feeling coming over her. Goosebumps appeared on her arms.

His clothing told her he was trouble. It was the look. The skull on his t-shirt and the handcuffs in ready view. Her stereotypes of bikers washed over her and she felt she was in deep trouble. She could imagine being handcuffed to the bed while this big boy plowed her over and over until he was satisfied.

This was the man that had been eyeing her earlier. She wondered if he had brought this on herself. Why was he here? What did he want? Was he lost?

The bike went silent and the rough bald headed biker's word's struck her hard across the face as he spoke venomously:
"How much for a trick bitch?”

"What?" Jordan managed to squeak out. Her English was polite and stuffy. It wasn't the voice of some street whore.

"What type of trick?" she asked innocently and very much caught off guard. Is this some sort of joke, she wondered.

As she looked past the biker she was a big woman come out of the motel office. The woman was tall, but as wide as tall, she was grotesque and wore black leather herself.

Jordan had a sinking feeling this woman was trouble. She hoped that the room had been prepaid..... If this woman wanted money she was sunk....

 

[sail away]

Preacher Bill

OOC: Little Golden, how about if “Preacher Bill” is a big black guy? Your choice. Also, who’s ‘Chantal’?

IC: Preacher Bill looked the bitch up and dawn and thought to himself, ‘Damn fine pussy! Must be a runaway. Maybe Is gives da bitch a place to stay later on!” Bill grins mischievously. Then Bill looks down at the girls crotch with piercing eyes and thinks to him self, ‘That little thing is gona scream when Is gets my 12” in that pussy!’

Da bitch acts innocently and says to Bill, “What”…”What type of trick?” Preacher Bill, still sitting on his hog, rises his hand to the little girls face and holds her jaw between his thumb and finger. Then he tightens his grip on her and says in an ominous tone, “I gives ya 40 for around the world.” (He pauses and continues) “I’d take it if I was you—bitch!”

Preacher Bill notices that the girl is looking into the distance and Bill looks in that direction too and he sees the managers wife walking toward them. Bill knows the manager a little. Both her and her husband occasionally buy some grass from Bill. Bill wonders what’s going on, but he knows that she’ll let Bill do as he pleases.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan was taken aback as the big black biker seemed to be inspecting her like a piece of meat. It just wasn't right and was more than unnerving to her. She held the towel closer to her body for protection. She figured he would be rough and uneducated. Definitely someone not worth her time.

I'll brush him off nicely... Jordan decided.

Jordan wanted to slam the door shut but to do so would invite a scene and she'd have to let go of her towel. This was something she definitely did not want to do in front of the biker.....

As she watched his leering brown eyes, Bill eyes seemed to drift below her waist and nervously Jordan shifted from foot to foot uncomfortable with his unwanted attention.

"What to do you want?" Jordan asked plainly but politely.

When the biker reached out to grab her jaw, Jordan panicked and tried to step back but it was in vain. She was nothing of a force compared to his strength.

His ominous tone and the fact that he was holding her jaw had an intimating effect. He strained to understand him given his heavy accent and strange choice of words:

“I gives ya 40 for around the world ... I’d take it if I was you—bitch!”

Jordan blushed as it she realized the biker was looking down the top of her towel at her lush breasts as he made his offer. Now it was clear in her mind that this... that this animal was trying her buy her sexual favours.

Never for money... Never with this pig..... she decided quickly.

"No thank you..." Jordan started to explain in her politess and sweet voice. She definitely didn't want to annoy him. When he grabbed her jaw she had released the top of the towel in reaction and now she regretted the action for she could feel the top of the towel loosening. If he moved her even a little she was sure the towel would fall.........

The fat woman moved closer to Jordan's unit....

"Hey Bill.... The honey there owes me twenty for the night... If you want it for another hour it's 10 bucks or 20 for the night. Don't get cum on the pillows!" the lady motel manager spoke harshly but firmly.

"And don't even think offering services in trade to my husband or I'll break your face bitch!"

 

[sail away]

Bill

While Preacher Bill was holding poor little Jordan’s jaw tightly she probably noticed that Bill’s arms are about a thick as her lags!

Bill sneered at the frightened little girl as she struggled to set her self free. Her gyrations only causing her loosely tied towel to continue to slowly slip past her pert teen breasts until the towel was on the verge of falling off!

Then Jordan answered Bill’s question in a frightened mousy voice, “No thank you…” Needless to say our Jordan had not heard of Preacher Bill’s street reputation! The grin was wiped from Bill’s face and was replaced with a look so mean that it could intimidate the meanest street thug. Bill paused for only a moment then released his grip of Jordan, but Jordan’s relief would only be momentary. Bill swung his hand and slapped our heroin so hard that her towel dropped off reveling her trim tanned body and she fell to the floor in a heap, naked and cold, and with the door still open for any passers by to see Jordan in her compromised position. Bill points his finger at Jordan, his vanes pop out of his face and arms, and he shouts, “NOOOOO BITCH SAYS NO TO PREACHER BILL!!” …”Now get your pussy on da bed, ho!!!”

Bill turns to the manager and says to her, “Ya, Sounds like a good idea. I’ll take the room for the night. Here’s a 20 for the room, and umm, another 20 for the mess me and the bros gona leave behind!” Bill turns back to the defenses Jordan still naked on the floor and he starts to snear again!

 

[little_golden]

The biker was big and scary. He was black and never in her life had she much chance to interact with blacks. Her stereotypes of street wise rappers and gangs terrified her. The man's arms were huge and she looked at a enormous tattoo.

The biker seemed to sneer and Jordan had a sinking feeling that trouble was coming ......

No sooner had Jordan as politely as possible turned down the black man's offer that he turn sour and sprang on her like a venomous snake..... A rock hard hand snapped across her face flinging her small feather light body backwards into the motel room. As she staggered backwards the towel unwind further and again she was nude before the biker. In a heap, her pussy look so sweet and available and her breast perky and tempting. Her long hair was still a little tangled and messed that have her a more down to earth look than her normal "Miss Perfect" manner.

Desperate for modesty, Jordan tried to hide her delicious pussy with one of her small hands while hiding her breasts with the other hand.

"No!" Jordan called out.

"I'm not like that.... You've made a mistake...." Jordan tried to continue.

The slinky black designer dress lay on a chair beside the cheap looking feather bed. It looked tiny and revealing. The smell of sex lingering in the room and was easily recognizable. Jordan wanted to grab the dress and run but the biker blocked the doorway and her escape.

The biker's face seemed to erupt in anger as Jordan stared at him. His mouth thundered:

“NOOOOO BITCH SAYS NO TO PREACHER BILL!!” …”Now get your pussy on da bed, ho!!!”

Jordan wasn't exactly sure what he was saying. But she could see a rising bulge in his pants and the word "bed" and "pussy".

"No way!" she screamed at him.

Suddenly Bill's turned and spoke to the motel lady:
“Ya, Sounds like a good idea. I’ll take the room for the night. Here’s a 20 for the room, and umm, another 20 for the mess me and the bros gona leave behind!”

"No I want to go...." Jordan tried to explain but the motel lady didn't seem interested in her sad story. She took the money with a grin as if whatever happened next was none of her business.....

Jordan was determined that she would reason with the big man and make her way home..... She had to get home before people started to wonder where she was and where she had spent the night.

Unknown to Jordan the little hidden video camera continued to record the events in the sleazy motel room as events unfolded....

 

[sail away]

Preacher Bill handed the money to the manager and, upon taking it she said, “Just no blood. That stuff is impossible to get off.” And she waddled back to the office.

As the sun started to set, Bill turned to the defenseless little girl as she continued to plead for her freedom, but he was immune to her cries. Bill assumed that she was some runaway or cheap trick owned by one of the local pimps, many of whom Bill knew. Bill wasn’t too concerned about them, as long as he didn’t ‘damage the merchandise’. After all, no ‘respectable’ person would ever be seen at the Milton Motel. And the small local police department never pays much attention to the seeder side of town anyway. Even if they ‘have a problem’ with Bill, he can usually ‘fix things’. Yes, it would seem that our heroin is on her own! That will she do!

Bill stepped into the small room, closed the door, and pulled off his tank top reviling a body builders chest rippling with muscles and blood vanes, and a small gold ring through his right nipple. Bill could feel his manhood growing as he thought of all the unspeakable things he would do to the girl.

Then Bill took the handcuffs from his belt and held them in his hand. Jordan would be correct in assuming that they were intended for her in some way! Then Bill said in a low and threatening tone, “Now get up on your knees and come over here and take off my pants like a good little ho.”

 

[little_golden]

Jordan knew that the man was a pig....... She resented him calling her a ho and knew that she had to escape and quick. The motel lady's talk about blood terrified her and motivated her to get the heck out of there as quick as possible.

Half-standing near the black man sent shivers of fear through her. There was no way this man was going to make love to her. It wasn't a possibility she decided. What would she say to anyone else? Who would believe that she got raped? How would she explain her presence at the motel? Jordan's head was spinning in panic.

"I'll put my sponge in...." Jordan lied as she crawled back a few steps and then entered the bathroom.

"You got condoms right?" she called out to the biker trying to pretend she was getting ready.

Quickly she closed the door and turned on the bathroom tap to add some noise to the room. The water rushed out creating a noisy background for her.

The bathroom was small, dirty, old and decrepit. There was the toilet, the shower stall, a small sink, a cracked mirror and a half frosted window. The window looked small and she figured it was about 18" x 18".

She knew she didn't have long and quickly hurried to the old window and gave a tug to it. It slowly slid inch by inch and made a small scraping sound as it moved. Every scrape she was terrified that the biker would come to investigate the sound.
It took about thirty seconds to get the window open. It took only a few second to poke out the screen.

I wish I had my dress..... thought Jordan but instead all she could find was two motel towels that were a grayish white colour.

Standing on the toilet seat, she tossed the two towels out of the window and then squirmed her way through the window feet first. Her legs went through easily but her hips got jammed and for a few second she felt a little wedged in and her daggled outside while her upper body was still within the bathroom and her breasts jiggled freely and she used her arms to try to force herslef through the window.

After a desperate struggle there was a cracking sound and the naked Jordan tumbled down the 5 ft drop to land on her ass. She could hear confused voices and realized there was a couple in the back of the motel that seemed half engaged in sex.

"Sorry..." Jordan mumbled as they eyed her suspiciously.

Rolling to the ground she must have been a tasty sight to anything have a south view of the motel. Standing up, she grabbed the towels and used one to wrap her torso and started to run towards the highway. She didn't know how long Bill would wait........

The highway was busy but mostly in the direction away from town. Feeling silly wrapped in a towel she moved to the side of the road and stuck up her thumb. She'd seen it a dozen times in movies but had never actually hitchhiked before......

Someone would stop....... Jordan began to walk quicky walk backwards away from the motel.

 

[little_golden]

Porsha Arrives

Porsha pulled into the motel parking lot with a sense of smugness. She was well dressed in an expensive navy blue ladies business suit, her hair was flawlessly style and in no way did she resemble her twin who unknown to her was making her escape. Porsha always looked older more like 25 with her heels, fancy clothes and bad attitude. With a screech of her tires, she parked her expensive candy red Porshe before the motel office and then proceeded into the office.

"I'm back..... Here's the other $100 I promised. I want the mini-camera I left in room 22. Here's an extra $100 to keep quiet about this" Porsha explained arrogantly to the fat woman and her husband.

They just nodded and gave her the spare key to room 22. Arrogantly she walked over to motel room 22 and unlocked the door and opened it.

There was a bike motor bike parked in front but she thought nothing of it. To her absolute surprise... she saw a big black male inside.

"You must be in the wrong room........." Porsha started to explain.

Then she grinned as she saw her black dress on the chair. As she looked up she could see the red light from the mini-camera that was recording everything.

Porsha took a step back as she realized that Jordan might be there.

"Where the girl that came in the dress?" she spoke angerly at the biker.

 

[sail away]

OOC: I see your game! Sneaky! *wink*

IC: Then Bill said in a low and threatening tone, “Now get up on your knees and come over here and take off my pants like a good little ho.” The little girl paused for a moment then in a tone of defeatism she quietly said, “I’ll put in my sponge.”

Bill was getting impatient with the ‘ho’s’ responses. He figured that this must have been the first time she ‘worked’. Bill wondered if she had a pimp and if so who he was.

Jordan stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. He was not pleased at her beaver, but now that Bill had a moment he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the custom shop where he and the other ‘bros’ work. “Hey mon what it is!...Hey, dig,…I gots this ho and we gona all do’er! I’m pimpin her….No, man its some weight pussy. Looks like another runaway…At the Milton Motel, room 22. I’m charging 50 a head, so get the bros over here….Umm, and …bring ‘Spike’… Fucking right man!...And bring the video camera from the shop man!..Ok, later!”

As Bill put the phone down, he started to get a bad feeling about the girl. He walked up to the bathroom door and pounded on it and bellowed, “YO bitch, lets go!” No answer! Bill tried the door knob and the door opened, but the room was empty, and an open window make it obvious as to why. Bill quickly stepped to the window and stuck his head out and looked down the ally just in time to see a glimpse of a small girl off in the distance, holding a towel and running, hobbling, in bear feet down the gravel ally in the direction of the highway. Bill slammed his hands on the wall of the bathroom-“BITCH!” he exclaimed. Bill knew that the ‘bros’ would be there soon and if there was no ‘ho’ he would never hear the end of it! It would ruin his street reputation. Bill thought he could jump on his chopper and catch up with Jordan. He dashed out the bathroom, but just then the front door started to open! Bill stopped! As the door opened he saw a girl that looked just like the ’ho’, but this one was dressed like high society. Bill, trying to figer things out in his mind, he mumbled “What the fuck?!” Just then the lady said in a snotty way, “You must be in the wrong room.” …“Where’s the girl that came in the dress?" Sensing that something must have been amiss, she started to leave, but Bill lunged to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room, and through her on to the bed.

 

[little_golden]

Porsha yelled at the brute as he pulled her into the room.

"Look buddy... I don't care what you do on your own time ... but don't waste mine asshole!" Porsha replied angrily.

"I know so many cops.. that you'll have a sore ass .... you better not mess with me..... by the time the boys finish with you in prison.... you'll wish you were a woman" threatened Porsha.

She got up off the bed.

"Look shithead.... The girl that came with the dress..... I'm trying to wreck her life.... It's a long story...... if you want to help me.... I can help you too. I got lots of money....." Porsha started to explain.

"Unlike me that other woman... we'll she's kinda innocent and shy but I think I have something that will motivate her cooperation" Porsha started to explain.

Porsha reached up and pulled down the minicamera.

"I got her on tape. I set her up for a little lesbian encounter" laughed Porsha.

"Now I have Ms. Innocent. But you look a little rough around the edges..... If I can hire your services... You might just be the new man than can help me. I have to embarass Ms. Goody Two Shoes."

"The problem has always been getting her to take risks. But if we can just find the right motivation...like myblackmail plan... I'll have her in my control.... For all I care after I discredit her and get the estate.... you and her can disappear....." laughed Porsha as she started to move toward the door with the camera in hand.

"I bet you don't even know the woman you almost had" teased Porsha.

"You read the high society page tommorrow... I bet my sister Jordan will be in it...." laughed Jordan as she moved closer to get out the motel door.

 

[sail away]

Bill was dumbfounded as this new girl stared shouting orders to him. Preacher Bill never takes talk like that especially from some white pussy!

Bill was shocked to see the video camera, and for a moment thought that this might be a police bust, but if so the police would be storming the room now.

Bill grabbed the spoiled girl pulled her back into the room, slapped her hard across her face and said, “Looky hear bitch. All Is know is me and the bros gona have some fun wit you tonight!” Then Bill reached for her blouse and pulled it open exposing her expensive lace bra. In the scuffle, Porssha dropped the camera, -- still running! Bill paused to take a look at the girl, her hair now shuffled, her make up a mess, and her budding breasts broaching her push up bra. Bill said in a satisfying tone, “Mercy!!”

OOC: Is this direction of the story ok with you? I’d like to see Porsche get her’s but it’s your SRP.

 

[little_golden]

Porsha was momentarily unnerved as the big black biker grabbed the front of her sleek expensive business suit and gave it a hard yank that sent her stumbling into the room.

"Slap!"

It was the slap that sent spots through her brain but then in response she just started to laugh like a crazy bitch.

"Is that all you could do?" she mocked him. Porsha made a sexy pouty face that mocked him.

The biker ignored the comment and spoke:

“Looky hear bitch. All Is know is me and the bros gona have some fun wit you tonight!”

"My sister is laughing at you. Imagine what she's telling people now" mocked Porsha.

"I'm going to tell your "bros" myself.... I wonder what they will say..."

The biker grabbed at her blouse. The little white buttons popped off at the strength of his tug. The opening was small, but the black lacy bra peeked through. From behind it a delicate but erect nipple poked through. Porsha knew he was horny.

"You bastard! You could be making money working for me... but all you want is some pussy. With the money I got and I'm getting you could have a different pussy every night" Porsha spoke try to lure him in.

"My sister... the one that escaped you..... is still a virgin..... you almost taught her a lesson.... but she got away" Porsha went on.

"Me... I've been around a bit.... and I'm a bad girl myself.... but.... too bad about how your rep is going to get ruined...."

"I bet you're a pimp... and deal a little dope too.... and maybe do a little rough stuff too.... when the boys on the street find out.... well... they may think you're getting weak" suggested Porsha.

"Don't they kill the weak ones on the street?" Porsha mocked him as she pretended to shoot him with her finger. The gesture was easy to understand. She wanted to make the big dumb biker thinking.

"Now I know where my sister is going. I know her routine. You could still make a lesson of it...." offered Porsha.

"I'll even pay you...name your price..... if you can turn her into one of your whores. That would work perfect for me... and my inheritance....." offered Porsha.

"The worse she becomes... the trampier... the better. I want my relatives, neighbours and friends to learn how Miss Goody lost her grace" Porsha laughed an evil smile. The hatred in her eyes was obvious.

"What's it's going to be, one pussy or a virgin pussy and lots of cash" offered Porsha.

"I bet you could still catch her......"

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Ken woke up "Where am I, he groaned trying to recal the events that led up to him being here. The smell of liqour filled the air and the taste of it was in his mouth. He looked around and realized where he was on jordan and Porshas couch.

"Jordan" he called out and then remembered Jordan wasn't home. "Porsha." he said hesitating for a moment not really wanting her, she was the one who got him drunk, what else had she done. He still was dressed yet he had the feeling of being sexually aroused yes he remembered she had come on to him when he had come for the box. He groaned thinking of Porsha in her bikini egging, him on getting him drunk. No he didn't want any part of that, he needed Jordan.

Quietly he washed his hands and face in the guest bathroom and straightened his clothes finding some mouth wash in the cabinet he gargled and took a good long pee. He washed his hands again. The phone in the kitchen rang. Maybe it was Jordan he thought and dashed into the kitchen picking it up.

" Porsha, this is Melanie the voice said not even waiting for him to say hello. If you want Jordan to get some more of my special attention let me know and I'll go back to the motel. I kinda got a hankering for more of her delicious pussy"

Ken knew something terrible was happeing to Jordan he had to think fast. Raising his voice to make it sound like Porsha he answered "No Melanie to the woman but what was the name of that motel, seems I forgot it. He wote the name of the motel on a piece of paper and ran out the door.

Speeding down the street he careened in and out of traffic.He pulled onto the highway,316 main there it was! " Oh my god!" he screamed as he saw her running down the higfhway naked except for tow bathtowells wrapped around her body. "Jordan! he screamed as he drove up along side of her and stopped."Jordan it's me Ken" He jumped out of the car and gathered her naked body into his arms.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan was quick to jump into the car after Ken had stopped in front of her.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Thank God you're here" replied Jordan in relief as she hugged Ken.

As they drove off, Jordan looked behind her and wondered if she saw the flash of sunlight on chrome.

"Are we being followed?" she whispered.

As anger overpassed her her relief she turned on Ken.

"And just why did you stand me up for our date!?" she angerly asked Ken.

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Ken stared at her in disbelief, This wasn't the Jordan he knew, naked in his car smelling of booze and sex. Her skin hot and sticky pink and purple abrasions and bruises around her mouth and oh god! ... around her breasts and thighs where the skimpy grey towel wasn't covering her private parts.

His mind was stil foggy from the achohol and the rapidly changing events of the day and for a minute he thought... Porsha. but no he knew the girls welll enough to spot the subtle differences. this girl was Jordan. and something very dreadfull had happened to her between the time she had called telling him of her change of plans and now. What was it? and did she even know herself having forgotten about that call.

He drew in his breath and pulled her head into his shoulder smoothing back her tangled blonde hair. His other hand reached down and pulled the towel that had started to creep up her thighs revealing her moist curls bewteen her slender legs. trying to prevent the aroma of this area from inteupring his concetration. He didn't need to get turned on at a time like this.

"Jordan." he said quietly as he tiped her head up to his and looked in her blue eyes "Jordan, something very bad has happened to you.... to us.... and in order to find out we both need to be rational and clear. no anger, no accusations, no judgements, just the facts ok."

She only stared at him saying nothing so he went on.

" The last I heard from you was your telephone call telling me of your change of plans. Your plans to do charity work at the childrens hospital and not meet me at the green garden. Instead I was to pick up a box of stuff at your house and bring it to you there. From there things got kinda wierd for me ... I went to your home for the box. Porsha was there and we couldn't find it... Ken started having trouble finishing. He blushed remembering how Porsha had made him get so horney. Visions of her sitting beside him nothing but that skimpy bixini between them ran through his mind.

He took a deep breath he had to remain calm. Jordan had been through a lot more than him. He needed to find out. He hoped she would be able and willing to tell him. Her tangled hair smelling of cheep perfume alcohol and ....sticky with .....body fliuds.... sex. Oh god, he thought what had happened to his Jordan!

 

[little_golden]

The panic subsized a little as Jordan felt the car under her. The towels had shifted slightly but she didn't really appreciate how much was showing. She could feel Ken close. He was hugging her and it felt good and reassuring. She had no idea how Ken knew where to look for her or how he got there.

Jordan ignored the confused look on Ken's face as he seemed to eyeing her. It made her angry that he seemed to be peeking at her in an ungentleman like manner. Jordan pulled at the tucks in the towel to tighten them and give herself added modesty. Her hair was still wet from her earlier shower, yet, her hair was damp and still tangled.

Jordan could see confusion in Ken's face. She didn't know what he was thinking or imagining or how she would explain what had happened.

Did he see me in the window? Does he know I was at the motel? What will he say? Who knows? were all thoughts that rambled through her brain.

It's his fault thought Jordan bitterly.

If he hadn't stood me up....

She listened as he spoke:

"Jordan, something very bad has happened to you.... to us.... and in order to find out we both need to be rational and clear. no anger, no accusations, no judgements, just the facts ok."

What the heck is he talking about? What could possibly have happened to him?

Ken went on:

" The last I heard from you was your telephone call telling me of your change of plans. Your plans to do charity work at the childrens hospital and not meet me at the green garden. Instead I was to pick up a box of stuff at your house and bring it to you there. From there things got kinda wierd for me ... I went to your home for the box. Porsha was there and we couldn't find it..."

No... no.... this isn't true... he's lying..... What would he be doing with Porsha?


"I didn't phone you to cancel anything!" Jordan replied angrily.

"And what exactly were you doing at my house... without me?" asked Jordan angrily.