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CHAPTER THREE

Duke was two years older than Janet. But at seventeen, he had experienced a lifetime's worth of thrills – usually at someone else's expense. He had been a star football halfback in high school before the coach found his own daughter in the locker room after a big game giving head to the team. The chick was a nympho, but since the coach caught Duke pumping her mouth full of sperm, he got the blame. So he got the boot and he drifted into the surfing crowd. He went from one venture to the next, always following the young suntanned girls, the beach bunnies as they were called, who clung to surfers. Whatever money he made went quickly to these girls. That is, until he got wise and made the girls start working for him.

Duke became a pimp. He recruited chicks from the beach and turned them on to cocaine in return for a few small sexual favors, always to friends. It was the most successful business he had ever entered into and no one seemed to complain. Even the cops left him alone providing they got their share of free samples. But now he had bigger and better plans.

The bar was dark and cold and Janet's skin rashed into goosebumps as she sat down. Her legs dangled down from the bar stool, the flesh quivering on the insides of her thighs. Tension made her pussy wet and she squeezed tightly trying to block out the smell. The bartender leaned across and looked at her.

"ID?" he said.

"Shit," said Duke, throwing a five spot on the counter. "Who brings along their ID at the beach."

The bartender pocketed the money, then poured two draft beers and put them in front of Duke and Janet.

"Cheers."

"The same," said Janet weakly. The beer tasted bitter, but she swallowed several gulps anyway. She noticed that both the bartender and Duke were studying her and she felt embarrassed and foolish.

"Drink up," said Duke, raising his glass.

Janet managed to get the beer down her throat, grimacing as she swallowed.

The bartender took her glass and dunked it into the soapy water behind the bar. He was close to six feet, with a bulky build that started with big shoulders and worked its way down his body to his crotch where his cock was equally large and massive. Duke had never given him a bad turn and the girls he brought into the bar illegally always more than returned his generosity. He liked the girls, and from the drift of the conversation, he liked this one more than most. She didn't know a damn thing. Where Duke picked these young innocent things up in this day and age was beyond him. Twelve-year-olds were giving head jobs to their teachers. And on the beach it was worse. Fourteen guys piled on one skinny, eager little girl at a beach party one night, and she couldn't have been over sixteen. Damn, it was refreshing to find nice, virginal pussy. He doubted that this girl in the polka-dog swimsuit had been fucked more than once.

"Another beer?"

Duke looked over at Janet. She barely seemed to move. Her eyelids drooped and he wondered if the drug put in the beer was hitting her that hard. Maybe it was something else.

"Why not," said Duke. "Make it two. I think Janet could use one. The sun must have gotten to her."

"How's California treating you?" said the bartender, putting up two more drafts. "It's a fun place, if you know the right people."

She nodded her head. It was always the problem of knowing the right people no matter where you went. That was her big hang-up. She always disappeared into the crowd. It was like no one paid attention and then she got frustrated and scared. She was always lonely. Now looking around, she felt her spirits rise. She had two guys who were really interested in her.

"I like the beach," she said, her voice slurred. "It's a groovy place. I think I'll stay awhile."

"Got a place to stay?" Duke asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, for the time being."

The bartender just grinned. All day he had watched the surf bums bring their cutie-pie chicks into his place and disappear into the back room. Only the loud juke box stopped the panting and the lusty screams from filtering through. Whoever, Miss Polka Dot Bikini was, he wanted her and right this instant. The Quaalude he had dumped into her glass should be working. She looked loaded to the gills, but he wasn't sure. Well, fuck it, he only worked in the bar. And if she was with Duke, it meant she wasn't some starry-eyed virgin trying out for the convent. That's for fucking sure.

He came out from behind the bar and put a big hand on her soft, warm shoulder and said, "Hey, you want to see the game room?"

"I think," she said, rising from the stool, "I've got to go to the ladies room." She giggled and stumbled off to the corner where the washroom doors said, "Women".

Once inside, she looked closely at her face. Sweat dribbled from her brow, but her eyes were all right. Her head felt crazy and her vision was blurred like everything was in slow motion. Maybe it was the beer, she thought. Her cunt felt nice and warm and she stumbled into the bathroom. She pulled down her bikini bottoms and squatted on the toilet seat. It felt cold against her buttocks. Her burning twat seemed to radiate heat. It had been only a few days since she lost her cherry in the motel room, but it felt like years. She squeezed down, trying to pee. Maybe that would make her feel better.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open, footsteps approached the stall and then a man appeared before Janet's astonished eyes. The pee sprayed between her legs as she looked up at the cold blue eyes. It was the bartender!

He loomed up before her face, hard as a granite block, his cock wagging before her parted lips. His hand jerked on the shaft, bringing his throbbing sex to life. He looked down through the low cleavage at the hard nipples pouting out and then further down began the thatch of blonde pubic hair. He heard her pee splashing and laughed out loud. The bitch wasn't going anywhere. At least, not until she had sucked his cock!

"You turn me on, Miss Polka Dots," he roared, hunching up to her mouth.

He seized her by the hair and pulled her face down on his dick. He was ecstatic, terrified in fact, but his balls ached and he thought he could get away with it. He wanted to reach between those pearly thighs and into that matted bush, and finger-fuck the sweltering cunt that waited for him like a precious jewel. And he just might, as soon as she stopped peeing. As Janet opened her mouth to scream he thrust into the soft voice of her surprised mouth and she came down gagging on the rubbery end of his throbbing cock. He pushed crudely along the roof of her mouth and the raspy surface of her tongue, grinding her face with a tug on her ears. The bartender groaned with relief.

She was soft and wet and warm around his cock.

Coming to her senses, Janet tried fighting back. Her mouth was full of his cock. He was huge, hung like a horse. And his hairy nuts swung against her chin. She grabbed his thighs and twisted. No use, he didn't budge an inch. The movement pulled her from the toilet seat and now her pee was trickling down her legs, wetting the bikini bottoms.

What had she done? Who was this man and why was he in the bathroom with her? The drug made her movements awkward. Her knees buckled and he pulled back on her ears dragging Janet to her knees before him.

"Suck me, baby," he ordered, ramming his cock home into the slippery sleeve of her mouth. He was burning hot, so hot that he wanted to jerk free of her sucking face and squeeze his cock through the soft petal lips of her cunt.

Man, he thought, thrusting bestially, that would be something. Except there wasn't time now because his sperm shot up through his rigid cock like mercury up through a thermometer and his balls were pounding and then his glands throbbed with an unbearable intensity and he came.

His sperm shot through her surprised lips and across her tongue. It caught Janet by surprise. Her eyes widened and she made a deep sucking sound while his seed spurted down her throat.

"Aaaahhhh!" he gasped, pulling, free, spraying her face. He worked long ribbons of hot come around her face in a spider web design. She did nothing to stop him. After his come stream had wound down to a steady drip and his hard cock started to go limp, he groaned.

Janet just knelt there looking hurt and ravaged. He had felt so good in her sweet mouth. He reached down and pulled Janet up by her furry cunt.

Her eyes were still wide as saucers staring at him, but not really seeing. She licked her lower lip, cleaning the sperm away and again found that the taste wasn't bad. He had raped her, raped her mouth! Who was this man? Her mind was woozy and she couldn't think straight, but something was wrong.

"You're an all-right chick," said the bartender, getting to his knees. He pushed his face between her trembling thighs, found the razor-thin slit of her cunt and brought his tongue back and forth across the pink skin.

"Aaaaa!!" she gasped.

The shock was all gone and the tongue brought her back to the real world. Her wet mound tingled from the licking. She grabbed him by the hair and humped gently against him, dimly aware that another person had entered the bathroom.

Duke stood by the stall, staring in disbelief.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

But George was beyond listening. His tongue had slipped between Janet's cunt folds and was sucking her into a frenzy. Her little twat opened up like a blooming flower and his tongue went deep inside her.

Duke was getting hard watching his good friend eating Janet's cunt. But he couldn't afford to lose Janet. She was a rare, wonderful find, and she would make him plenty of money. So reluctantly he shoved his way into the stall, and with a twist of his hips, brought his bare foot up, smashing George squarely in the face.

The bartender, fell silently to the floor, surprise still registered on his face. Then Duke helped Janet up with her panties and hustled her to the street.