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Chapter 4

"That's enough cocksucking for now," Mr. Scantland said. "Save some for next time. Come on now. Up of f the table, let's get some clothes on you and get you into the dorm for the night."

Jane hated to take her mouth off his cock but she still felt like giggling. She was all aglow, everywhere in her body, as she sat up on the table and tried to clear her head. Mr. Scantland, that wonderful man, was efficiently getting dressed, and she watched the process rather poignantly, wondering how long it would be before she could see his thin but marvelously manly body again. Still and all, he was very manly looking with his tie knotted again, and she thrilled in a different way at the sternness of his voice as he told her to get her butt off the table and get dressed.

All she had was the little smock. He was busy with papers again so Jane had to tie it up herself. Impulsively she went to his side and clung to his arm, kissed his coatsleeve and snuggled her thoroughly warmed body against him.

"Let's not get sticky," he said, and pushed her away. "It's time to get you to the dorm and into Little Audrey's care. But before you go, promise me again that you won't breathe a word about this to anyone, ever. If you do, do you know what the consequences will be?"

She nodded, grinning coyly, and said, "You won't fuck me any more if I tell and you won't even let me suck your cock. Right?"

He almost smiled, and he said, "That's right. What's more, you'll go on restriction and I'll see to it that the Agency never finds a foster home for you. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I'd never tell, Mr. Scantland," she said. "Honest."

"And no one would ever believe you if you did. Come along now."

He led the way and she followed. The concrete floor of the dimly lit corridor was cold on her feet again, but she felt so internally warmed that it scarcely bothered her. Already, however, she was realizing that this kind of warmth and contentment didn't last forever. She had to get fucked again, soon-, and the best way she knew to do that was to be a good girl and do everything Mr. Scantland told her to do.

He led her to a green wooden door, warned her again about telling anyone about them, and opened it. There was a large room with about twenty iron framed cots in it and perhaps a dozen girls close to Jane's age, all of whom stopped chattering when they'd looked at the open door. Mr. Scantland glowered at them for a long moment before pushing Jane on in front of him. Hostility showed clearly in every pair of eyes that followed her course through the long room, and though she really couldn't understand it, she certainly could have stood it better if she'd been wearing enough clothes to at least cover her bare bottom. He took her to another door at the side of the entry to a large shower and lavatory area, knocked sharply, and entered with her.

It was a small room heated with an electric heater on the floor, decorated with posters, furnished with a shabby dresser, an ice chest, a chair, a lamp, and a narrow bed. On the bed lay a girl three or four years older than Jane. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a tee shirt, a pair of bib overalls, and an insolent smile as she surveyed young Jane.

"On your feet, Audrey," said Mr. Scantland, "and meet the new girl, Jane White. Jane, Audrey is in charge of this dormitory when no one else is about. Go to her if you have any problems, about anything at all," he said, as the blonde got up, showing considerable height and extending her hand to the newcomer. Jane's teeth had been starting to chatter toward the end of her walk with Mr. Scantland, but now she felt cheered at the warmth of the room and the warmth of Audrey's hand.

"I'll take good care of her," said Audrey, adding the warmth of her smile now.

"I imagine you will," said Mr. Scantland. "See that she spends a… a comfortable night. And bring her to see me in the morning, properly attired, of course, with your full report. Good night… ladies," he said, and left them with a firm closure of the door.

Janie would have given anything if he'd kissed her goodbye, though that was out of the question, of course. As it was, she could only cast a sigh in his direction before turning to look up at the tall blonde smiling down on her. "Did he ball you?" said Audrey.

"B-Ball me? Dance with me? Oh, no," said Jane, and Audrey rocked with such laughter that Jane began to get irritated. "He doesn't dance with the girls here, does he? He just finds them homes."

"And he screws 'em and he screwed you," said the laughing blonde. "And now you better take a shower to clean up from it."

Jane jerked her hand from the girl's and hotly said, "Mr. Scantland did nothing of the sort. He's not that kind."

"Bull-shit!" said the obnoxious girl, and laughed all the harder, further infuriating little Janie.

"If you'll just show me my bed and get me some clothes I won't bother you any more," she archly said.

"Sleep here with me tonight," said the blonde, moving closer, slipping an arm about Jane's waist. "You don't want to sleep out there with that trash on your first night. And you don't want to go to bed on an empty tummy," she said, moving her hand to that place now. Janie instinctively moved away from her. There was something wrong with her besides her snotty remarks about Mr. Scantland, and Janie wanted nothing to do with her. "I'll sleep with the others. I'm no better than they are," she said, knowing that was a lie. "And I'm not at all hungry," she lied again.

The tall girl in the overalls shrugged and said, "Suit yourself. But don't forget to knock at my door if you change your mind."

Janie was glad to leave the snug little room till she felt the chill of the main dormitory, and saw the chill in the eyes that greeted her. She headed for the nearest vacant bunk, ready to slip under the threadbare covers immediately and shiver her way through a lonely, hungry night. She was almost to it when the girl on the cot next to it rose to block her way. She was a heavy, squatty girl of Latin origin, made all the more imposing by the scowl on her face and the fists on her hips.

"Whad you bring in with you?" she said. "You got cigarettes? You got any money?"

"I brought nothing," said Jane, retreating. "I have nothing but what I have on," she said, trying to wrap the tiny smock around her while all around her there were snickers to be heard.

"Did ol' Scanty fuck you good?" said the fat, dark girl. "Did he pop your little cherry for you?"

"No!" exclaimed Jane, totally shocked. "He did nothing of the sort! He's not that kind of man!"

Jane's antagonist called over her shoulder to the other girls. "She says ol' Scanty didn't screw her. I bet she's lyin' about what she's got on her, too. C'mon. Let's find out!"

There were whoops and shrieks, and then the whole bunch of them were on her. Janie did her share of whooping and shrieking too, for they were cruelly grabbing her everywhere, ripping- her little smock to shreds, poking sharp fingers in her mouth and up her fanny and even in her little pussy that had felt so good so short a time before. There was no way to escape them. They and their hands were everywhere, and they said the most awful things as they overwhelmed her with their bodies… "Yeah, she ain't a virgin any more!… Let's shave her head and throw her out in the hall!… She hasn't got any reds or anything hid up her butt, damn her!… Let's paddle that butt!… Let's gang-fuck her with the broomstick!"

Jane stopped her screaming at that and fought to get through the press of bodies and get up. She somehow succeeded. She was naked and panting, but on her feet now, but no match at all for the dozen cruel, grinning girls who advanced on her in the most threatening of ways. She tried to get to the hall door, but that was blocked by a pair of them. She jumped over a cot to get away from another girl, only to have to dodge away from three more. They ran her ragged, cruelly jibing and taunting her at all times, reaching out for her from all sides, until at last they had her nearly cornered by the door that led to the shower room. Knowing that was surely a dead end, Janie bulled her way forward through the mass of catcalling girls and threw herself into the room that was Audrey's.

"They tried to kill me out there!" she breathlessly announced. "You heard them. Why didn't you help me?" she asked of the tall blonde who lay comfortably on the bed.

"And why didn't you knock?" Audrey drawled.

That was too much. Little Janie burst into tears, and at the sight of these Audrey sat up, set down her magazine, and drew the sobbing girl down beside her on the bed. "There, there," she said, soothing arms about her, all warm and protective. "It's okay. They won't get to you any more unless I want 'em to. No need to cry; you're with Little Audrey now. Christ, you're a pretty little thing without no clothes. Those fucking gowns don't do much for a chick, but we'll deck you out in nice pretty things in the morning. Stop crying, baby-doll. Here, have a drink of this."

She took a bottle from the ice chest and Jane guzzled from it and choked for a moment before asking, "It's not… whiskey, is it?"

"Just a little wine. Good for you. Have another hit. No? Well, I will. Mmm, yummy," she said, and replaced the bottle without removing her protective closeness from the frightened, shivering girl. "He did screw you, didn't he?" she said, and Jane sobbed again and nodded. "The bastard. Why does he take advantage of poor little girls like you. It's his job, I guess. But you're not hurt, and it probably wasn't all that bad. Christ, you got dried jizz all over you. Come on. I'll help you get cleaned up and make sure you don't get pregnant."

At that word, Jane would have followed the big blonde anywhere. She waited shivering for the few moments it took Audrey to get large towels and a fresh bar of soap from one of her drawers. She stayed close to her as she stepped out into the dormitory and she stood behind her while the tall blonde faced the other girls, all smirking from their cots now. "Nobody goes into the crapper till we come out," she loudly announced, "and nobody knocks on my door tonight… no matter what!" She waited for a retort, and when none came, turned and led Jane into the communal shower room.

Of course Jane was already attired for the bath, but her eyes bulged outward when she saw the smiling Audrey begin to prepare herself similarly. First this came from her surprise that she was apparently going to have company, and second it came from seeing what a fantastic figure the bib overalls had concealed. With those on the floor, Audrey was spectacular in her long white tee shirt, but when that was shipped off she was absolutely stunning. She had a slim, athletic body that was nevertheless wholly feminine in its graceful curves, in the litheness of its waist, in the sculptured roundness of her sleek thighs and globular buttocks. She had a thatch of dark blonde hair at the juncture of her loins that proclaimed her a full-fledged woman, but most of all she had a pair of tits that all but took Jane's breath away. They were huge, heavy, and yet so obviously firm that they didn't sag a bit. Their fully rounded undersides were taut and gleaming white, their upper slopes looked muscular and yet entirely soft, and their nipples and aureoles were very large, exceedingly pink, and very erectile on their ends. Such a perfect body would surely inspire a sculpture, Jane thought, but she was whisked into a shower stall before she could fully admire it.

The hot water felt very good. Audrey's lathered hands felt good too, once Jane became a little used to them. Probably to make up for her former lack in providing protection, Audrey wouldn't let Jane do a thing. She insisted on washing her, everywhere, and most especially down between her legs where she might get pregnant. She washed Jane over and over there, lathering her hands again and again, till Jane was feeling all nice and relaxed once again, and leaning dreamily back against the shower wall. Audrey washed Jane's titties too, and her fanny and her legs and her arms and every bit of her, always coming back to wash her pussy one more time, always chattering away at her as if they were the most intimate of friends.

"Yes, you're a pretty little thing. I can see why Mr. Scantland wanted you to stay close to me tonight. Those other gals, that trash, they'd of beat the crap out of you before morning. Just stay with me, sweet thing, and you'll do just fine. Does that pussy feel good now? D'you think it's clean enough?"

"I don't know. It… Ooo. It feels okay, but… ooo, Audrey… I hope I'm not P.G."

"It looks good enough to eat," said Audrey, and she was in the position to tell this, down on her knees now, using her hand to rinse away the warm, fragrant suds while she patted Jane's rump fondly with her other hand. "Here. I'll get it a little cleaner," she said, and tilted up her face, a very pretty face, and let the shower water run into her open mouth.

"What're you going to do?" said Janie, but she was already spreading her legs, and already feeling giddy and breathless in anticipation of what might come.

"Oooo," she said. "Oh, dear heavens!" she exclaimed, as the kneeling Audrey parted her tender cuntlips with her thumbs, and spurted a stream of warm water from her lips to Janie's slit.

"Feels nice, eh?" said Audrey, and squeezed Jane's fanny and repeated the whole process, two or three times, until Jane's pussy was as clean as it had ever been and until Jane was feeling all warm and nice and tingly good, all over her little body.

Out of the shower stall, Audrey still wouldn't let Jane do a thing for herself. All the little brunette could do was stand there and smile while the big blonde who'd taken her under her wing toweled her dry, all over. Once again she paid particular attention to Jane's pussy, drying it very gently, very carefully as she knelt before her, water droplets gleaming on her lovely face, the light of lasting friendship shining in her deep brown eyes. If Jane had thought something was wrong about Audrey, she didn't think so now. She subsided contentedly on a hard wooden bench, knees clasped together, hands clasped over her nice clean pussy, and happily watched while Audrey dried that magnificent body of hers.

"Like what you see?" said Audrey, hands on her hips, feet planted wide apart, the very picture of a Hollywood sex queen who could outshine any shabby surroundings.

Jane looked her up and down with frank admiration, and said, "I just wish I had those titties, that's all."

Audrey's grin broadened, and she said, "Play your cards right and you can have more than that. Wrap that towel around you so's that trash don't see you and eat their hearts out And come with me to my boo-dwah."