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CHAPTER EIGHT

Sarah slid onto the bar stool and ordered a Scotch and water. Lighting a cigarette, she glanced around the bar, but her eyes weren't yet accustomed to the subdued light and she gave up. When her drink arrived, she drank it quickly and ordered another. She was sure she was drinking too much, but it tasted so good and she enjoyed the feeling it gave her. It lowered any inhibitions she had left and made her feel sexy. She liked feeling sexy but that cast serious doubts upon her moral character. She was certain that she was oversexed, the other night had proven it.

Sarah tingled when she thought of Ruth's father. She wasn't particularly wild about the old gent, but he sure knew how to service a girl. If she hadn't passed out she was sure she could have gotten him up enough to fuck her again. One thing was certain: she would let him fuck her again, anytime he wanted.

Her mother had lied to her and she resented it. Mamma had drummed into her that sex was evil, ugly, something that a woman submitted to with her husband only when she couldn't weasel out of it. She felt very sorry for her poor daddy. He probably hadn't had a good fuck in his whole life, at least not as good as she could give him. She reddened at her last thought. Mama said that sex was for men and that only a man enjoyed such a nasty act. Sarah giggled aloud at such an absurd statement.

A man had taken the stool beside her and he leaned against her. "A penny for your thoughts," he said.

Sarah looked at him quickly, embarrassed that she had laughed aloud. "What… what did you say?"

"Oh, isn't a penny enough?" he said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.

He grinned knowingly. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't even know you," she said curtly.

"Do you always know a man before you… Hey, I'm not a cop, you're safe." He was dressed expensively, was thirty, maybe thirty-five. "How much?" he said.

"How much?" she repeated dumbly, knot understanding what he meant.

"Playing hard to get, huh, trying to drive the price up. You gals are all alike. I knew you wouldn't be cheap, honey, not a looker like you," he said, letting his hand rest on her thigh.

As suddenly as she had become excited, Sarah cooled down and realized she was in command. "I'm not playing anything," she said, "I'm waiting for friends." She lifted his hands from her leg and dropped it in his lap.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, turning to the bar. "My mistake."

The blood was pounding in her temples. "But they're late, so I might let you buy me one drink," she said quickly. He thinks I'm a whore, she thought, God, bow exciting!

He looked at her cautiously. "You're sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure," she said.

Actually, she was waiting for Ruth, who wanted to stow off her new boyfriend. "The guy I'm going to marry," she had told Sarah. Sarah wouldn't understand how Ruth could be so sure but then Ruth was a girl of snap decisions.

The drinks came and Sarah put hers down quickly. The man ordered her another and suggested they sit in a booth.

He slid into the booth beside her and said, "Am I out of line to ask how much?"

"No," she said, taking his hand in hers and placing it on her thigh. "But I'm here to meet friends today and I don't want to talk business. I'll only say that I'm expensive."

"Honey, with your looks I knew you'd be expensive," he said, his hand finding its way under her skirt. His finger tips dropped between her thighs and started slowly upward.

Sarah moved her legs apart to give him access. She wouldn't have believed that such a situation could excite her so. She wondered how much he would be willing to pay and if it was always this easy. Why in the hell was she working her ass off at the hospital? She could quit her job, get married to Barry, and… Jesus, it would be such fun – doubly so if she were married – to come in here, or a place like it, and pick up a guy for money. God, she could put Barry through law school and he'd be none the wiser if she was careful.

The man's hand was at the fringe of her panties now. It tickled and thrilled her and she knew her excitement showed. Her legs were wide open for him, but it didn't matter anymore. She knew she would let him fuck her if Ruth didn't show up. Goddamn, why did fucking Ruth have to be coming? Sarah turned her head and let him kiss her, her hand on his fly. She got the zipper down and her hand inside.

"God, let's go get a room," he said.

"I told you I can't, not this afternoon." She had his cock out. It was big and hard. It still thrilled her just to have a guy's cock in her hand and feel the hardness, the throbbing, the heat pressing against her palm. "Ooooh, yes," she cried softly, lifting her ass a little, "push your finger in my pussy. Yes, yes, I like that. God, you're making me so hot."

"Come on, let's go. I've got to fuck you," he said.

"I want you to fuck me, but… shit, I can't, or I shouldn't. I'm expecting friends."

"To hell with your friends. Let's get the hell out of here. Name your price, baby."

"Uh, a hundred," she blurted.

"Jesus!" the man gasped. "For how long?"

"As long as you like."

"All night?"

"Yes," Sarah said, just as she saw Ruth come in the door. "Oh, shit, there's my friends."

"Let's get out of here," he said, stuffing his cock into his pants.

"I can't, she's seen me."

"For Christ's sake, make an excuse. Tell her I'm an old friend, tell her anything, but let's go fuck. I'm wild for you."

"I can't, I really can't," Sarah said, getting a sudden, perverse thrill out of putting him off.

"I'll make it a hundred and a half," he said. "No, I can't, not today," she said, "but I'll meet you here tomorrow… no, I'm busy tomorrow. Make it the day after about four o'clock. I'll spend the whole night with you."

"Goddammit!" he swore. "I don't know if I can make it then."

Sarah slid out of the booth, letting her skirt ride up to her crotch. She sat for an instant and let him ogle her marvelous legs, then stood up and smoothed down her skirt. "Well, I guess that's your loss," she said.

"Day after tomorrow, then. I'll be here," he said angrily.

She blew him a kiss. "I'll see you then – all of you," she said and walked away.

She walked across the bar and slid into the booth with Ruth and her man.

"Well, who's the man?" Ruth said.

"Just a friend, of my father's. We were talking until you arrived. You're late."

"Sorry dear. Your friend is leaving and he looks mad."

"I didn't notice," Sarah said. "Well, are you going to introduce me?"

"This is David," Ruth said with adoration. "My David. Right?"

"You couldn't be righter," David said and slipped his arm around her and kissed her. They held it for a long time.

"Boy, what a couple of lovebirds," Sarah said.

"David popped the question tonight and I accepted. Just look," Ruth said, and held out her hand.

Sarah surveyed the generous hunk of ice on Ruth's finger. "Wow, is all I can say to that," Sarah said.

"I think we should have a toast to it," David said. He signaled the waitress and ordered a round of doubles.

They held up their glasses. "A toast to Ruth and men," David said. Ruth drained hers, David drank sparingly, and Sarah drank even less. Sarah already felt tine and didn't want to spoil it. David ordered another round. Ruth drank too fast again, and again David reordered.

"Slow down, honey," Sarah said, laying her hand on Ruth's. "You don't want to get sloshed."

"This is a big night far me. I'm gonna get drunk," Ruth said, tipping up her glass again.

Ruth got drunk quickly, gushing and fawning over David. David returned her affection at first, but gradually turned his attention more and more to Sarah. Sarah was feeling no pain, yet noticed David's performance. It was a performance, she decided, and it convinced her that her thought that he seemed shifty was justified.

"Let's go where we can dance," Ruth said, "I feel like dancing." She looked at Sarah. "Are you sober enough to drive? She's got my Caddy. It's a little present from my daddy."

Sarah smiled inwardly, knowing how Ruth had gotten it, even if it was from her own daddy.

"Let's have another round first," David said.

"Okay, but I gotta pee," Ruth said.

When Ruth and Sarah returned from the ladies room, David maneuvered Ruth in first and then himself, putting a girl on each side. He slid his hand inside Ruth's blouse and cupped one of her gorgeous tits.

"How do you feel, honey?" he asked.

"I feel great," Ruth said. "Love you so much, David."

"I love you, too," David said and kissed her. Sarah sat and watched them neck, David feeling her tits all the while. A tacky thing to do, she thought, brazenly feeling her in public while be tells her how much he loves her.

They finished the fresh round and David ordered another. "Drink up, baby," David said to Ruth.

"Are you trying to get her drunk?" Sarah said.

"She wants to get drunk," David said.

"She's already drunk."

"Yeah, I guess she is."

Ruth was leaning heavily against David, her eyes glassy and almost shut. Her blouse was half open and one nipple was completely exposed.

Sarah lifted her glass and then felt David's hand on her thigh. She took a long drink before pushing his hand off. It made her tingle.

"Ruth has told me a great deal about you, Sarah," David said, putting his hand back on her knee.

"Exactly what has she told YOU about me?"

"Oh, many things." His hand slid higher, under her skirt.

"I think Ruth's best friend should give me a little kiss. After all, we're celebrating." Sarah looked at Ruth, saw that she no longer could see what was going on, and let him kiss her.

She knew she shouldn't, but the situation was exciting. His hand was half way up her thigh.

The kiss was long and wet, his tongue going deep into her mouth. In the heat of the kiss, she let her legs open and his hand quickly cupped her pussy. "God, what did she tell you?" Sarah said. "She said you liked men."

"I do, but I'm not sure you're a man." Sarah said, laying her hand on David's crotch.

"Put your hand inside and find out." Sarah knew it was madness. It was terrible and disloyal to her best friend, yet she got his zipper down and slid her hand inside his pants. His cock war hard, not too big, but hot and throbbing and hard. She pulled it out and let the rubbery thing slide inside her hand. It still thrilled her to jack a guy off, but she knew it wasn't enough anymore.

"You're a dirty, rotten, sonofabitch, David," she said.

"I know it. But so are you," he said and pushed a finger all the way into her cunt.

"Oh, God," Sarah moaned, "this is madness." She hunched against his intruding finger.

David let his finger slide slowly inside Sarah's wet cunt while she stroked on his prick. "Let's go somewhere, Sarah. I want to fuck you," he said.

"Shit, David, what about it."

Ruth suddenly sat bolt upright, her eyes wide open. "Oh God, honey, I think I'm going to be sick!" she cried.

"We'd better get her outside," Sarah said. "Shit! Fucking Goddamn shit!" David said. David tucked his cock back in his pants and they took Ruth out to the parking lot. She was so drunk she couldn't walk a step. The evening air was cool and her sickness passed quickly – instead, she passed-out cold. They got her into David's car and stretched her out on the back seat. Bet blouse was completely open now and both her gorgeous tits to be seen.

"She is really built," David said. "And she's not wearing any underwear." He lifted her skirt, revealing her fluffy, blonde cunt.

"David, you're a real asshole," Sarah said. David slammed the car door shit and turned to Sarah. He pulled her close and said, "Now where were we, baby?"

"I think I'd better be going home," Sarah said. "Aw, baby, the evening's young. Let's go and have another drink."

"I've had enough. I don't want to end up dumped in the back seat of a car like Ruth."

"Okay, but let's go somewhere and dance. I'm a terrific dancer."

"Modest, too," Sarah said. "No, I don't want you to leave Ruth out herein the car alone. You'd better take her home and put her to bed."

"Okay. You follow us and we can use your bedroom."

"No. I'm, uh, going to stay at my parents home tonight. They're expecting me," Sarah lied.

"Playing hard to get, now, huh?" he said, holding her tight.

Sarah pushed against his chest. He was stronger than he looked. "I've had second thoughts. Just let me go."

"Let's get in the car and discuss it."

"It isn't fair to Ruth. I'm not interested anymore."

"We'll just talk. I need to talk."

It was against her better judgement, but Sarah got into the front seat with him. They talked for a while but David kept moving closer until his arm was around her and they were kissing. Sarah gave in for a moment, some of her excitement returning, but finally pulled away and looked quickly into the back seat. Ruth was sleeping soundly.

"God, David, no," she said, but let him kiss her again. It was a long, wet kiss and they exchanged tongues, Sarah's jerking in and out of his mouth rapidly.

He opened her blouse and pushed down her skimpy, little uplift bra. "God, your tits are gorgeous," he said and sucked a nipple into his mouth. It hardened quickly.

"David, David, we can't do this," Sarah moaned, her hand on his crotch. She squeezed his hard cock through his pants. "We've got to think of Ruth."

"I can't. All I can think of is you. I've got to have you, Sarah, I've gotta. I'll think about Ruth later."

"You prick," Sarah snorted. "Kiss the other one."

She got his cock out while he sucked on her tits. I'll jack him off so he can't fuck me, she thought, that won't hurt Ruth. She slowly stroked his prick, thrusting her tits against his face. Her legs opened to his hand and he was inside her panties again. She moaned softly, her hand slowing on his cock, when his finger started its wonderful motion in and out of her cunt.

"Oh, God, that feels nice. You're making me so hot," Sarah cried.

"Let's fuck, Sarah. I gotta fuck you."

"Aw shit, David, I want to fuck, too," Sarah moaned, her eyes darting to Ruth in the back seat. Ruth stirred, her eyes opening for an instant. "Fuck me, David, fuck me. Can we do it here in the front seat?"

"It's pretty cramped here. Let's go over to Ruth's Caddy."

"I don't want to wait, David. I want it here, now!"

Actually it was doubly exciting to fuck with Ruth in the back seat. She told herself that was the reason she was doing it, for the perversity. She wouldn't let him fuck her, otherwise, she told herself.

Sarah lifted up and pushed her panties past her knees and let them fall to the floor. Then she lifted her skin. "Push the seat back and open the door. I'll let my feet stick out. Don't take off your pants, just get your cock in me. Oh God, fuck me, David! I need it so."

She was in a frenzy now, wild for a cock, any cock, even her best friend's fiance's cock, Ruth wouldn't know, it couldn't hurt her. Maybe it would make David truer to her if he got it out of his system. "Hurry, David, hurry!" she cried.

He got the seat back and the door open. Sarah was quickly prone, her legs open. "Goddamn, you're the hottest cunt I ever saw," David said, easing himself on top of her. It took a moment to adjust himself to the steering wheel.

"Hurry, honey," Sarah gasped, her hand grasping for his cock. She found it, and in spite of their awkward position guided his prick quickly and smoothly into her pussy. She felt his cock knob spread her lips and pop into her cunt. She gasped loudly, "Good, good, feels good!"

She felt him push his prick in slowly, the feeling was so good it was almost monstrous. She hadn't realized how much she had wanted to fuck until his prick opened her pussy up. It had been four days since Ruth's father fucked her and all she could think of was that that had been four days too many. She needed to fuck every single day.

"I love this, I love fucking!" she cried. "Fuck me, David, make me come, make me come so hard that I cry. Fuck me, lover, fuck me. Faster, harder!"

He had his cock all the way in her pussy and was pumping rapidly. Her cunt closed hard on his prick and sucked furiously at him. He gave a sharp cry, a quick jerk, and started squirting his juice into her pussy.

"I'm coming, Sarah, I can't stop!" he cried.

"Oh no! Not yet, darling… please, more, more! Fuck me some more, honey, I'm so close!"

David tried, but his prick went limp rapidly and started slipping out.

"No, David, Goddamn no! I didn't come yet," Sarah wailed.

"You're too damn hot for me and too tight. I couldn't help it, you made me come." His cock was all the way out and he raised up as much as he could. His cock leaked come onto Sarah's legs.

"Oh, David, how could you? I wanted to come so bad," she cried, real tears rolling down her cheeks. "For God's sake, you can get off me now. You can't do me any good in that condition." Her hurt had turned to anger.

David worked his way out from under the wheel and stood beside the car. Sarah scooped up her panties and got out the other side.

"I'm sorry, Sarah, I couldn't help it," David whined.

"Oh, shut up. Take Ruth home and put her to bed. You should have fucked her, she wouldn't have known the difference in her condition."

David was angry now, too, and got in the car and slammed his door. "Shut the fucking door, you ball-busting bitch," he snapped.

Sarah started to reply but stopped herself and shoved the door closed. David roared the engine and took off, his tires squealing loudly.

Sarah realized that much of her anger was aimed at herself. She was ashamed that she had betrayed her best friend for a fast fuck that she could have gotten anywhere. She was angry with David because he was a disloyal, cheating, sonofabitch, as well as a lousy fuck. Adding to her frustration was at not getting her rocks off. She was a miserable young lady and started to cry and ran blindly to Ruth's new Caddy.

She stood by the car until she regained her self control, dried her eyes, climbed in, and started the car. It purred like a kitten. She loved the magnificent car and, recalling the incident earlier that evening in the bar, realized that she could have one of her own without marrying that jerk Barry to get it. She lifted her skirt and looked at her naked cunt. Yes, the answer was right there between her legs. She wiped the wet spot where David had leaked on her leg with her panties and threw them on the floor.

She put the car in gear and then remembered she couldn't go to the apartment. David would probably still be there and she never wanted to see the worthless bastard again. She'd told him she was going to her parents' house, so she guessed she would. She'd been wanting to tell her mother off for a long time only she hadn't had the nerve. Well, now she had the nerve. She was just drunk enough to do it. The old bitch had been barely civil to her ever since she had moved out.

"I'll just go home and tell the old bitch off," she said aloud and shoved the Caddy into gear.