My wife loves estate sales. When I'm not quick, she drags me along with her. So, I'm at one of these things, and a computer comes up for sale. Some guy died of a heart attack or something and his wife's selling off his stuff. Not exactly state of the art, but not bad. Out of sheer boredom, I throw out a low bid and end up buying the thing.
I'm about to reformat the C drive when it dawns on me that there might be something useful there. So I check it out. It's mostly shit, but there's a subdirectory in the wp51 directory (the shmuck was still using 5.1!) called Parker.
Now, I'm not a pervert or anything, but I used to read alt.sex.stories sometimes. Before it got fucked up by spam. I know that Parker was this guy who wrote a bunch of stories. So I check it out. Sure enough, it's got all the Parker stories.
More than that, though. There's another subdirectory called "wip". I assume this means "work in progress". So I check it out. Sure enough, there's a story there. In html format. As far as I can tell, it's pretty much done.
The dead guy must have been Parker.
So, what the hell. I decided to post it.
That's all. Here it is.
"Smile. You look so serious." He turned to the short, dark haired woman standing beside him. "She looks too serious," he whined.
"Smile, Becky," the woman ordered.
Becky... Rebecca Carson... her trembling right hand holding the flimsy, white "fuck me" dress bunched up over her splayed, naked white legs, smiled.
As ordered.
"No... don't."
Becky... Rebecca Carlson... attorney... junior partner at Parker & Co... bit her lip and swallowed her protests. She had no choice. When Crazy Alice made a threat, she meant it!
"She can do better than that."
The brunette... Crazy Alice... grinned sideways at the silent blond woman. "'Back up against the tree, honey... that's right... now spread those long, slut legs of yours and slide the panties down... oh, that's it... good little Becky... now rub yourself... let's see your slutty little pout, now...
Rebecca obeyed, doing her best to give the pair what they wanted, pouting and primping like a cartoon whore, backed up against the tree. Then...
A sound...
Her demeanour changed instantly. "There's someone coming," she blurted, doing her best to squeeze her half naked body out of sight behind the slender tree. "Oh god, please don't make me do this. I'm sorry..."
Crazy Alice frowned, her brown, pig eyes glistening dangerously. "Listen up, cunt face. You do what we say. Now! Or you'll be fucked so bad..."
Then, without a pause, the anger left her face and she smiled. Rebecca felt her stomach lurch. This was the Crazy Alice she remembered. "Oh la... maybe you're right." She turned to her companion, the photographer. "Maybe this was a bad idea. We'll just send that little package along to the bar association or whatever it is and be on our way."
"No!" Becky looked around, panic bubbling inside her. Nobody about. "Please..."
"Then do what we say," Alice told her, frowning again. "I won't warn you again."
The blond woman sniffed back the tears, nodding.
The man giggled, massaging his camera like a squat, black penis.
Alice ignored him. "Now, cunt face, up against the tree. Wrap your legs around it and let's see some heat this time. Real porn star material."
After a quick glance around to make certain no one was about, Rebecca obeyed.
"That's it... pull up the skirt... let's see some finger action in that hungry old cunt of yours... that' s just how I remember you from the old days..." The old days...
Eyes screwed shut with humiliation behind the dark sunglasses, the blonde woman did her best to give her tormentors what they wanted. Slipping her right hand up under the short dress, she humped her naked crotch up and down against her wooden lover.
"Okay... that's enough of that."
Rebecca backed away from the tree, suppressing a sigh a relief. Just like in the old days, Crazy Alice was easily bored. Thank god for small blessings!
"How about over there," Rick suggested, pointing towards a small gazebo on the water.
"Fine."
They made her walk on ahead of them. "Head down to that bench," Alice told her. "Sit down and spread your legs. Look like you're enjoying yourself."
"But..." Rebecca balked. An oriental woman sat reading on a nearby bench. "There's someone... there. I... I can't..."
Rick giggled.
"Becky..."
"OK." The blonde woman felt tears welling up behind the sunglasses as she obeyed the brunette's command. Her exposed pussy barely covered by the tight, white dress, she paraded herself down to the little roof - covered bench area
As she walked, her mind skipped over the events which had brought her to this situation. The old student days back in the early '70s... wild, drug filled parties... glorious sex with Rick while Alice, Crazy Alice, watched with envy... the drug bust in the dorm room... her tearful confession to the cops, pointing the finger at Rick, Alice and a bunch of other friends... the suspended sentence and running home to Daddy to make things better... She hadn't seen Rick or Alice since that final, horrible day in the courtroom.
Until yesterday.
Until they showed up at the office. With a story guaranteed to finish her career and probably get her expelled from the bar.
And they had offered her a choice.
Oh god...
Someone was coming from behind...
They passed by...
"Stop there," Alice ordered. "Let's see some tit; haven't seen those udders since I walked in on you guys in the can at Howie's party. Rick talks about them all the time, don't you honey."
"Nice tits," Rick nodded.
Blushing furiously, Rebecca obeyed the brunette's command like some kind of lewd puppet... one breast showing... left hand in her hair... A car pulled around the corner and..
A few blocks further along, Alice gestured at a set of concrete stairs.
"Time for some more porno-slut action," Alice announced. "You were quite the active cunt way back when. I want to see some more of that now.
Slide the dress down... show those udders...". The blonde woman obeyed. "Good girl... now spread those slut legs and let's see you work yourself up. Just like the old days."
Rebecca obeyed, dropping her right hand to her exposed crotch. She started to move her fingers. Maybe...
A door slammed away to the right!
Click!
Out of nowhere, a line of traffic came down the street behind her.
... and seat herself on the rear bumper of a white van.
"OK," Alice said. "Enough screwing around. Now I want to see you act like the fuckin' slut you are. You're gonna strip down and frig yourself until you come. And no faking. Understand?"
Rebecca nodded.
"I'll know."
Blushing, the blonde woman sat down on the rear bumber of a white van. She was out of sight of the people walking on the sidewalk a few yards away, but very much aware of their footsteps and voices. Oh god...
"No more warnings," Alice warned.
Swallowing her fear, Rebecca Carson, lawyer, the youngest partner at Parker & Co. slipped her right hand under the bunched up dress and, in a deserted city parking lot, began to masturbate.
Eyes closed, she tried to find something inside herself that would help her get through this. Something that would let her masturbate herself to orgasm and end this nightmare. To her surprise, her desperate mind slipped past all of her recent lovers, the sensitive, well educated society men she'd dated and drifted away from in the last few years, back to her student days. Back to San Francisco in the early '70s.
Back to Rick.
The thought struck a small spark of pleasure in her pussy as her fingers slid up and down along the outside of her exposed pussy. The blonde woman let out a short gasp of pleasure as the friction of her fingers against her clit fanned the spark into a small fire.
"That's it," Alice called out, excited. "That's it, you little slut. Now slide the dress down. Let's see those udders jiggle."
Rebecca obeyed. Frantically working her long, cool fingers up and down on her now damp pussy.
"Good little cunt. Now let's see you bring yourself off. Work that cunt."
The blonde woman closed her eyes, her mind's eye on the last time she and Rick had made love. It had been in the park, just before the arrest. They had been in the bushes off the path, hidden but in clear view of anyone who happened to wander into that part of the woods.
Click!
His fingers had worked a magic on her she hadn't felt either before or since that night. And the danger... even the possibility, however slight, of being discovered had added a delicious sense of urgency to their lovemaking. After bringing her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue, he'd stretched her out on the blanket and...
"Good cunt," Alice cooed, her voice dripping malice. "Good little fuck puppet."
"Oh!" Rebecca was beyond caring. Eyes closed, she replayed that last night with Rick... the way he'd worked his long, thick cock in and out of her pussy... the way it had felt...
The blonde woman thrust her fingers frantically in and out of her now sopping pussy. The white dress had fallen down to expose her breasts fully, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the long, slow inevitable build to release.
Click!
The wave of pleasure subsided, leaving her, Rebeca Carlson, lawyer, half naked and panting, her fingers sticky with her own juices, sitting on the rear fender of a van in a public parking lot.
"Nice stuff, whore," Alice chuckled. "Once a slut, always a slut."
The blonde woman glared, but didn't say anything.
She watched while Alice and Rick turned and walked away, hand in hand.
Alice turned. "Oh... see you tomorrow at noon. And don't wear any panties. Rick's got this great idea for a scene at the beach."
Rebecca went cold. "You.. the arrest record... you promised..."
Alice laughed. "That stuff's on your desk, as promised. These pictures, though," she said, gesturing at Rick's camera, "that's a different story."
Rebecca sagged back against the van.
"Rick and I spent almost two years in jail," Alice told her. "We've got a lot of catching up to do."
Rick laughed.