"Sally, are you okay?"  Marnie asked first thing the next morning over the
phone.

"Oh Marnie, I think I'm ruined down there."  Sally said, fighting back tears of
worry.

"I'm sore as hell too, but I got over something like this before.  We're gonna
be okay.  I promise."  Marnie reassured her.  "What we need is a long soak in a
hot tub."

"Okay, that sounds good."  Sally agreed, fighting back the tears.

""But, I'd rather not go to the club.  Maybe Betty would let us soak in her
spa."  Marnie suggested.  "I'll give her a ring."

"Good morning Dear.  You are up bright and early."  Marnie greeted Brenda as she
entered the kitchen.

"Hey Mom.  What's cooking?"

"Just coffee."

"I didn't mean it that way.  What's up?"

"I'm heading over to Betty's with Aunt Sally this morning.  What's up with you?"
Marnie replied.

"I've got that gig at the Art Museum, remember?  Aren't you gonna do it with
me?"   Brenda asked.

"No Honey, not this time.  I can't.  Why don't you drop me off at Aunt Sally's
and you can use the car."

"Geez, I hope they have a backup."  Brenda muttered.  "Okay, thanks."

Brenda watched her mother walking like an old lady to the car.  "What's wrong
Mom?"

"Oh, nothing Honey.  I just strained my back.  I'll be okay."  Marnie replied.

At Sally's house, Sally stood in the door kind of slumped as well.  "What's
wrong with Aunt Sally?  Does she have a back problem too?"

"Could be, Honey.  Thanks for the ride.  Drive carefully, and be smart on the
road and at the museum."

"I will Mom.  Take care of yourself.  Bye."  And Brenda was off.

Marnie walked slightly bowlegged up to the stoop to join Sally who was hunched
over.  "Are you ready?"  She asked.

"Oh Marnie, I'm so sore, I really think there is something wrong.  I'm gonna
make that Larcher pay for this."  Sally lamented.

"Let's go."  Marnie said taking charge.

At Betty's house, Betty greeted them and said she had to take care of some
things before she could join them.  Marnie and Sally decided that they would
wear their tops but leave off their bottoms.  They moaned and groaned in relief
as the hot bubbling water started to work it's magic.

"Marnie," Sally worried out loud, "I really think something is wrong.  I ache
and hurt so terribly and I'm also having an urge at the same time.  I think the
whole system down there is out of whack."

"I'll tell you what, why don't you bend over and let me have a look.  I'm sore
too, like I was once before, and I was okay after awhile."  Marnie suggested.

"Marnie!"  Sally shot back emphatically embarrassed.

"Com'on, we're both women, we went through the same ordeal, and I think I know
what to look for."  Marnie said, trying to reassure her.

"Like what?"  Sally asked crossing her arms across her chest.

"Like swelling, tearing, bruising, that sort of thing."  Marnie replied.

"Okay."  Sally answered reluctantly, then turned around, and stepped up on the
seat crouching.  Then she straightened her legs and bent down over the edge,
supporting herself on the tiled area surrounding the spa on her elbows and
forearms while she thrust her nether area back for Marnie to get a better look.

Marnie moved in position behind her and gently pulled Sally's cunt lips open to
inspect the folds inside.  The labial folds were reddened, and swollen, giving
them an angry look.  "Tell me if this hurts."  She instructed as she traced a
finger around the edges looking and feeling for tearing.

Sally didn't say a word, but spread her legs, bent her knees and thrust her sex
back more pronounced at Marnie to make the examination easier.  Marnie heard
Sally make a slight grunt and thought she might be doing it too fast or too hard
so she stopped for a moment and then continued by pulling the folds back from
Sally's clitoris and visually inspecting the head while probing with her finger.
She looked around at Sally for some indication of her level of discomfort and
noticed Sally biting her lips with a pained expression.  "Am I hurting you?"
Marnie asked while taking her fingers away.

"No. ... No, please ... please, don't stop!"  Sally said in a flood of abandon
overpowering her inhibiting shyness, which had now lost its control over her.
"Oh, god, please don't stop."

Now Marnie was the embarrassed one.  Sally looked back pleadingly, so Marnie put
her fingers back to work, trying to think of it as giving her sister-in-law an
impromptu shoulder massage for a stiff neck, but she could only do so if she
were to look away from Sally's cunt facing her in its now obvious excitement.
When Marnie's fingers were not moving as much as Sally needed, she started
humping back like a bitch in heat against Marnie's hand.  Marnie was growing
more and more uncomfortable with this development and patted her hand on Sally's
pussy to signal she was resigning from duty while saying,  "I'm certain you're
gonna be okay."

Sally looked back embarrassed, with all propriety shot, and resigned to the
humiliation of her request, "Marnie, please?"  Then as the embarrassment shifted
back to Sally, Marnie started to go back to the task before her with the intent
of seeing it through to a conclusion and having it done with.

Sensitive to Sally's potential for discomfort, but eager to be done with the
ordeal, Marnie concentrated on stimulating Sally's pussy, translating what she
thought she herself would like into what she was doing for her.  Sally had
pushed her top up off of her breasts and the variable friction on the wet tiles
and grout lines was teasing her nipples as they swayed.

Ladies!  Marnie! Sa ... what are you doing?"  Betty yelled as she came back
outside.  She walked up in front of Sally's hung head looking demandingly at
Marnie, legs apart, arms akimbo, and fists resting on her hips.

Marnie stopped what she was doing and pulled back to the opposite side of the
spa.  "Ah, it's not what it looks like.  Betty, we can explain."  Marnie assured
her, while Sally looked up as best she could in her forward bent position and
then looked back at Marnie.

Catching her breath, Sally said, "Betty, I can explain.  Come into the tub and
you'll see."

Betty took off her robe with a challenging, almost angry look, but stepped in
nevertheless and waited for Sally's explanation.

"Take a look."  Sally said, swinging her head back to indicate her rear.  "Look
at what that bastard Larcher did to us."  Betty looked toward Sally's puffy red
nether lips twitching in excitement.  "Show her Marnie."

Marnie picked up the cue and put her fingers back to work under the guise of
tour guide around Sally's worked over cunt, explaining what had happened and how
sore she and Sally were from it.  She explained that she was checking Sally for
damage and was now checking to see if she still functioned normally.  She
stretched out the process and sounded as clinical as she could to give Sally the
opportunity to get back to where she wanted to be.  Sally buckled her knees,
squeezed her squashed down breasts in between her arms and turned her head
skyward in an ecstatic groan.  When she came down from her exquisite, albeit
humiliating, orgasm, she slinked back around and down into the tub avoiding eye
contact for a few moments while Marnie smiled devilishly and Betty fought her
rising disbelief.

Finally, Sally broke the silence.  "Okay, now we'll check Marnie."  She said
boldly, to shift the onus and attention away from her and onto someone else.

Marnie put her hands out in front of her, "No, no, I'm fine."  She said as Sally
approached.

"Com'on Betty, you're her friend too, she went through the same thing I did.
She could have damage too.  You remember how she was walking when she came over.
Com'on Marnie up and over."  Sally said like a nurse taking control of a
reluctant patient, while grabbing her by the arm.  Marnie rolled her eyes,
turned into the same position Sally was in over the edge, and took a deep breath
to expel the humiliation of having her hairless sex cooling in the air before
the eyes of the curious onlookers.  "Here, pull back like this."  She instructed
Betty.  Betty reluctantly placed the fingers of her left hand on Marnie's cunt
lips and spread the area open in unison with Sally on the other side.  "Here, do
this over there and we'll look for signs of damage."  Sally said leading the way
by example, using the experience she just underwent as her guide.

With anticipation being a catalyst, Marnie said under her breath, "Oh god."
Then as her top tightened with the swelling of her breasts, she steadied herself
with her head on the tile while she unfastened her top and took it off.  Her
nipple rings clicked on the tiles reminding her that she had been meaning to
take them out.  She unconsciously pushed her breasts down as Sally had done and
spread her stance on the seat to thrust her crotch out to the probing fingers.
As all pretense of visually inspecting for damage had passed, Sally and Betty
watched Marnie react as their fingers danced and intertwined over Marnie's labia
and clitoris.  Sally's intent was evening the score, while Betty's awkwardness
with the situation was beginning to turn her on. 

As Marnie grew closer to a conclusion of her sexual tension, Betty's tension
increased.  Marnie's hips were humping up and down and around, chasing the
fingers with the best action at any given time until she finally came down in
one firm stance then shot up on tiptoes as the orgasm overcame her.  When the
mischievous fingers continued their assault on her sensitive zone, she scampered
up and out of the spa sitting her overheated crotch down onto the cooling tiles
at a safe distance to put out her fire.

Sally and Betty ducked their shoulders down under the water and backed up to the
seats on the other side while they tried to hide their smirks from a recovering
Marnie.  They stared for a moment at Marnie's heaving chest, fairly toned body,
and her embarrassed luxuriating, contemplating the remarkable biological
phenomenon of the female climax they were just a party to.

Betty grew flushed and looked like she had been in the hot tub too long.  Sally
picked up on the fact that Betty was less uncomfortable with what she had walked
in on, and was instead turned on now by what she had seen, so Sally thought she
would tease her a little to get even with the scolding she received just moments
before.  "See, that's what being friends is all about.  I am relieved that
Marnie and I are going to be okay and that we will function normally again.  So,
how about you?  Can we do anything for you right now?" 

Betty looked deep into Sally's eyes for a brief moment, and then declined, "No.
... No, I'm fine."  She said almost protesting, but kind of regretting her words
as she was saying them.

Marnie was now composed enough to reenter the hot tub and slinked in without
bothering to put her top back on.  "Are you sure?"  Marnie added while
anticipating Betty was on the verge of changing her mind.

Betty looked back searchingly into Marnie's eyes for a clue how to answer, when
Sally started toward her, and Marnie followed suit, as they surrounded her
before she could answer.  Sally grabbed her arm to turn her around and Marnie
unfastened her top as Betty was moved to passivity by her turbulent mixed
emotions.  Marnie took her arms and directed her to step up on the bench seat
and guided her over so her hands rested on the tile.  Marnie's forearms brushed
across Betty's hanging breasts and the chance feel of her friend's womanly
features fascinated her.  Meanwhile, Sally had been taking hold of the waistband
of Betty's bikini bottoms and pulled them all the way down, leaving Betty frozen
stiff, her face grimaced, eyes tightly closed, back arched up like a cat, butt
cheeks pressed tightly together, and breathing in short choppy breaths.

Sally and Marnie looked at each other both realizing that they had a challenge
ahead to loosen Betty up, so Sally started to stroke the backs and eventually
the insides of her legs while Marnie caressed Betty's tightened stomach gliding
her forearm up and down, daringly revisiting the feel of her breasts by
occasionally bumping up to the bottoms of Betty's hanging tits, but acting like
it was accidental.  "Relax."  Marnie instructed.  "I'm going to make you feel
like you made me feel."

Betty began to relax her stomach and lowered her back to level.  "Here, bend
your arms and relax like this" Marnie said, taking Betty's arms and bending them
down so she would rest on her elbows, while being overly helpful so she could
molest Betty's breasts again in the process without being obvious.  Marnie
smiled inside when she realized Betty's distended nipples were now as hard as
bullets.

Sally was coaxing Betty's feet apart to widen her stance, and when she had her
wide enough, started to rub the palm of her hand up and down Betty's
meticulously trimmed dark-haired pussy.  With that the mortified but turned on
Betty began to moan.  As Betty became aware of the sounds she was emitting, she
grew more and more embarrassed by the telltale excitement she was displaying for
her friends to watch.

Sally took on the task of exploring Betty's nether region while Marnie coached
Betty into relaxing more, all the time sweeping her entire forearm up and down
Betty's stomach from the undersides of her breasts to the top of her pubes.  As
Betty became more and more enraptured by the action of her two friends, Marnie
started to occasionally sweep her forearm all the way up over Betty's breasts
and back down.  As Sally grew more and more curious about the female response
from her end, Marnie grew more and more daring with sweeping her arm up and down
just Betty's breasts, feeling them resist, then give, then leave a memory trail
of sensation from her hard nipples along Marnie's arm as it passed.

Eventually, Betty's legs started to quiver and she started padding in place,
maddened and distracted by the two-pronged assault on her responding body.  "Oh
god.  Oh god.  Oh no.  Oh please god.  Oh-my-god.  Oh-my-god.  Oh no. ...
Ooooooooooeeeeeee" she squealed, as Sally continued what she was doing right
when Betty went over the top.  At the same time, Marnie cupped each breast with
her hands in a last ditch feel before she'd be called on it.  Betty, flopped,
twisted, and slithered on the tile away from Sally and Marnie's fingers, and lay
at a safe distance to luxuriate in the afterglow.   As her body grew calmer, her
senses recovered, and her awareness of her surroundings and the goings on
returned, she grew increasingly embarrassed by it all. 

Sally and Marnie sat in the spa, watching, wondering just how Betty was going to
take it.  Betty eventually sucked it all in, crawled back to the spa, and
climbed in without making eye contact.  Eventually, Sally broke the silence, "Ya
know Marnie, as good as I feel right now, I'm not very concerned about Larcher
any more."

Marnie groaned signaling she didn't agree but felt good enough at the moment not
to argue the point further.  Betty was growing steadily more and more awkward in
the situation since she didn't have a reason like Larcher to be doing what she
had just done.  Betty finally couldn't take the discomfort any longer and
suddenly piped up, "Let's go in and get something to eat." And, without waiting
for a response picked up her robe, her suit and clung them to her chest and
scurried into the house.  Marnie and Sally looked at each other with a smile,
came together and hugged, and then followed her in.

As they entered Betty was beginning to put on her robe.  "Wait."  Sally
suggested.  "I never knew what a beautiful woman you were until now.  Leave the
robe off for a little bit."

Betty looked at her questioningly, then decided she must be joking and continued
on with the robe when Marnie said, "No, wait Betty, she's right.  I think you
are both beautiful women.  Let's just eat in here without clothes on and see
what that would be like."  Betty looked at Marnie, then at Sally taking off her
top, and in a moment of exasperation removed the robe from her shoulders and set
to work in her kitchen as if it was completely normal to be fixing a snack for
her friends buck naked.

* * * *

"Hey Jimmy," Brenda said over the phone, "are you still my main photographer? ...
Well, I've got this modeling thing at the art museum and it's not going to last
forever.  I was wondering if you wanted to take my picture doing it for my
portfolio. ... You would? ... How would you get there? ... Okay. ..."

When Brenda got to the dressing area she changed and made up, but there was no
counterpart in sight.  Jeremy was on the phone and pacing.  When Brenda was
finished with the bodysuit and white makeup, Jeremy led her out to the "Circling
the Drain" set and strapped her to the rail car as before.  "Am I doing this
alone today?"  Brenda asked.

"No, someone else is supposed to be here.  I was assured.  I'll be right back."
Jeremy nervously said and scurried off.

While she waited, the two male models with their white bodysuits revealing each
of their chiseled features climbed into their places.  Brenda could hear the
crowd gathering outside the gallery, but a little more frenetic sounding this
time.  Just seconds before the crowd was released from their confinement behind
the stanchions, a white form whisked past Brenda's side and turned into place
opposite her on the handcar.  With the hoods hiding their hair and their faces
all done in white, they looked at each other to discern the standard features of
recognition.  At just about the same moment, they recognized each other. "Ms
Lambert! What are you doing here?"  Brenda asked in shock.

"Your friend Mr. Larcher asked me to fill in here."  Ms Lambert replied a bit
sheepishly.

"Walter is getting you modeling gigs too?"  Brenda asked with incredulity and a
pinch of jealousy thrown in.

"Well, it's more like he requested I do this.  Don't worry Brenda Dear; this is
not a career shift for me. ... So, what are we supposed to do?"

Brenda began to explain when the crowd was let in and stopped.  There was
bustling and as Brenda turned to see what was happening, cameras were flashing
at a group of ladies wearing tee shirts reading "Flush J. Stewart's Crap Down
The Drain" trying to keep the crowd from approaching the set.  Brenda surmised
that they had something to do with the several people walking in a tight circle
at the entrance when she passed the front to go into the side entrance.

The visitors broke through the ranks of the ladies to enthusiastically observe
the rotating set, but the ladies did not give up, they opened a red fire hose
cabinet inset in the wall in back, turned on the hose and approached the set
parting the crowd with the stream of water they were bringing to it.  They hosed
down each of the models, shorted the motor and were turning the hose to the
crowd again when the cops arrived and took them into custody.

Jeremy rushed up to the set with towels and hurriedly undid each of the
restraining straps.  The male models climbed down and left while Brenda and Ms.
Lambert wiped their faces dry, pulled back the hoods and toweled dry their hair.
Being curious about the aftermath of the disturbance, but shivering cold, they
put their arms around each other and huddled while they watched the last
visitors being herded out and a custodial crew coming in to survey the
situation.

When the press was finally forced out, Brenda and Ms. Lambert broke their huddle
and looked at each other shocked at their nakedness through the now mostly
transparent white bodysuits.  "Let's get out of here."  Ms. Lambert suggested
and turned to leave for the dressing area.

"I wonder what happened to Jimmy?"  Brenda thought, as she turned to follow.

When Brenda got home she went for the phone in the kitchen.  "Oh, Hi Mom, what
you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing much."  Marnie said with a smile.  "How about you?"

"Well," Brenda started to say when she noticed a news item on the TV screen
behind Marnie concerning the disturbance at the museum.

"What!"  Asked Marnie responding to Brenda's expression.

Brenda nodded toward the set and exclaimed, "oh-my-god" as she watched footage
of the figures on the "Drain" set being hosed down from head to toe, then the
crowd being herded out, and then closer shots of her and Ms. Lambert drying
their hair oblivious to the full frontal display their soaked costumes were
affording the camera.  "At least," she thought, "they are using those
out-of-focus spots over my nipples, and I'm looking down."

"Brenda, what happened?"  Marnie asked alarmed at what she was viewing.

"Some whacko mothers or something were protesting the showing and it got way out
of hand.  The set is ruined.  I don't know what they are going to do.  There
goes my chance at getting a picture of the gig to add to my portfolio."

"Don't worry about that.  At least you are all right. ... Do I know that other
model?"  Marnie asked.

"Ya, it's Ms. Lambert from school."

"Ms. Lambert?  Your cheerleading coach?  That Ms. Lambert?"  Marnie asked and
Brenda nodded.  "How would she come by a job like that?"

"Walter requested she do it.  Can you believe it?"  Brenda said.

"Larcher?  How would she know Larcher?"  Marnie demanded.

"I introduced her to him."

"I've got to talk to her.  Where's the school directory."  Marnie muttered to
herself as she got up to look for the book.

Ms. Lambert reluctantly agreed to meet with Marnie thinking it was in reaction
to the news footage.  They met at a coffee shop in Ms. Lambert's neighborhood.
She had on a bulky jacket and a scarf over her head to conceal her identity from
her neighbors.

"No please, you can call me 'Linda.'" Ms. Lambert offered.

"Okay Linda then.  If you don't mind me asking Linda, what are you doing with
Walter Larcher?"  Marnie came right out and asked.

"Ah, I'd rather not talk about him."  Linda said looking down into her coffee.

"Let me guess, he's blackmailing you isn't he."  Marnie said confidently.

"Well, kind of.  Someone else started it.  How did you know?"  Linda said now
looking Marnie in the eyes.

"I'll confide in you if you confide in me, okay?" Marnie said eagerly.

"Okay."  Linda said cautiously.

"Okay.  I had some trouble with my car. Larcher stopped and seemed like he would
help, but he forced me to have sex with him under the threat he would let harm
happen to Brenda if I didn't let him, and he has been doing it whenever he likes
ever since.  Whenever I get close to kissing him off, he manages to get one up
on me.  I've got to stop it.  And I will stop it.  I just don't know how yet."
Marnie said teary-eyed.

"Oh how awful.  I know how you feel.  I had some trouble with some students and
their off campus friends who were blackmailing me, but Brenda suggested I
consult with Mr. Larcher to see what could be done, and he got them off my back,
but he climbed on himself and I can't buck him off either."  Linda said as
Marnie reached across and put her hand on Linda's.

"Brenda doesn't believe me when I try to tell her to stay away from him.  I hope
you don't blame her." 

Linda shook her head "No," peering into her cup.

"So, what does he make you do?"  Marnie asked curious to compare their
situations.

"He makes me have sex with him every once in awhile, even though he knows I have
a boyfriend."

"Oh Dear, yes, go on."

"And he makes me do things for him, like this party coming up that his brother
is catering."  Linda said.

"God no.  There's another Larcher out there?"  Marnie said, mostly serious, but
trying to get a smile from Linda.

"Yeah, a twin I think." Linda replied.

"I hope we already know the 'Evil Twin.'  I'd hate to think there's someone else
worse out there."  Marnie said, successfully getting a reluctant laugh from
Linda.  "So, what do you think you're gonna do about him?"

"If I can just make it through the rest of the school year without incident,
I'll be able to move away from here and not have my past dragged along with me.
The real shame of it all is that I never did anything wrong.  I was hunted and
trapped by evil people and now look where I am."

"We'll figure out something."  Marnie said reassuringly.  "So what is this
catering thing you mentioned?  Maybe I can talk to him and get him off your
back.  You are Brenda's favorite teacher.  I hate to see you mixed up with the
likes of him.  I'm halfway used to him, even though he makes me sick.  I'll see
what I can do for you."

Linda looked up at Marnie with some hope but superstitious about letting herself
get too excited.

Marnie went to Roger's office building the next day to see Larcher one last time
to appeal to him to lay off not only her and her friends, but Brenda's favorite
teacher at school as well.  She wanted to get past the guard named Stan who grew
visibly excited when he saw her, but was greeted by him before she could slip
away. 

"Good afternoon, Ma'am."  He said eagerly. "Can I help you today?"  He asked
while trying to steal a glimpse of her body in her "downtown suit" and heels.

"Hi, Stan is it?"  Marnie said resigned to the interaction.

"Yes Ma'am."  He said pulling his nametag out towards her.

"Stan, do you know where I can find Larcher?"  She asked.

"Yes Ma'am, follow me."  He said and then checked in with his radio.

Marnie followed him to the observation room where Larcher and two others in
security uniforms were playing poker.  Larcher looked up at Marnie as if his
prayers had been answered.  "Praises!  I'm still in the game boys.  Don't get
too attached to my money now."  Then said to Marnie,  "Come here Missy, and sit
on my lap for good luck."

"Larcher."  Marnie said angrily and annoyed.  "I need to speak to you in
private."

"Sure, Missy, no problem.  Just after I win back the money these letches have
cheated me out of."

"Who are you calling a 'cheat', you scumbag?" Said the simian looking man at the
table to the right with the clef chin and heavily hirsute hands and forearms.

"Come here Missy." Larcher said insistently motioning for Marnie to come by his
side. "Watch the master take these creeps for all they are worth."

Realizing Larcher was intent at the moment to continue his game before having
any thought of cooperating with her agenda, Marnie reluctantly approached and
stood behind him looking at the game from over his shoulder.  Not content with
her staying behind him, he grabbed her forearm and pulled her to his side and
held her in place with his arm around her waist.  "Here, hold these cards for
me, since I've only got one hand left."  He ordered.  Marnie picked up the cards
from him and as she started to fan them out for him to see, his hand went down
her rear cheeks and started to rub and squeeze.  She tried to reach back and
take his hand away when he said, "Hey watch those cards. I don't want these cads
to see them, just me."  He ordered.

Marnie leaned over and put her elbows on the table to hold the fanned cards
toward Larcher now that he had stopped groping her behind, while the betting
began with the burly man to his Larcher's left.  As the bidding came around to
Larcher he said, "I'll raise you fifty with her jacket." 

He rubbed the lapel between his thumb and fingers.  Marnie slammed his cards
down, bolted up and putting her fists on her hips declared, "No way Mister, not
this time.  Com'on, we need to talk!"

Stan, who hadn't left, walked around and pulled up a chair opposite Larcher and
watched in eager anticipation with the others as the Marnie & Larcher show was
about to unfold.

"Oh I think you will.  We have an understanding don't we.  I didn't ask you to
come here.  You want something from me.  Well, Missy, either take all of your
clothes off now, or stake me to them to win back my money and you'll have the
chance of keeping them on. Understand Sweet Cheeks?"  He said.

Marnie felt ill looking at the eager faces around the table, then picked up
Larcher's cards and fanned them out for him again, realizing from looking at
them, that she was going to lose her suit jacket.  She kept her mouth shut and
prayed that Larcher's luck would turn around, while fighting the twinge of
arousal she was beginning to feel now that Larcher's hand was making its way up
her leg and under her skirt.

With her jacket gone, Larcher was able to convince the others that he could
raise them against the buttons he'd unfasten down Marnie's shirt.  Larcher
smiled as all eyes were distracted by the sight down the top of Marnie's blouse
of her bra-encased tits hanging full as she leaned over the table managing the
display of Larcher's cards for him on the next hand.  Marnie, in turn, was
growing distracted by Larcher's teasing fingers grazing along her substantially
healed pussy.

During the rounds that she lost her blouse and then her skirt, Marnie had
unconsciously stepped her feet further apart to afford easier access for
Larcher's fingers.  She snapped back to life when her bra was on the block and
Larcher had three tens.   She acted dumb and said to him, "You're gonna fold 'em
aren't you?" acting incredulous and alarmed, and whispering just loud enough so
the others could barely hear. 

Larcher played along and shushed her scoldingly.  Then double bluffing, he rose
the betting with the promise of her panties.  With the pot bigger than Marnie
had seen yet, Larcher won, and had Marnie rake in his chips.  Cards were dealt
again and Marnie interrupted, "Ah, don't I get any clothing back?  I, we, I
mean, you won."

Larcher laughed, distressing Marnie to no end, standing next to him in just bra
panties, half-slip, garterbelt, stockings, and heels.  "Once I get my money
back, I'll play to win your clothes back for you."

As play continued, Larcher wanted to bet Marnie's clothing up against the rest
of his money the others were holding.  Marnie, awash in a wave of sexual
frustration, nearing climax from Larcher's ministrations, shuddered and moaned.

"God your bitch is hot."  The burly player exclaimed.

Larcher chuckled, "It's not the heat," he said looking over at the movement of
his wrist under the silky slip, "it's the humidity."  And with that, his
opponents excitedly agreed to continue putting their money up against Marnie's
dignity. 

When Larcher lost the next hand, he exclaimed, "Shit!" The other players rubbed
their hands in anticipation and exclaimed "Oh yeah, oh yeah." Marnie's slip was
their prize and the complete picture of her athletic legs and womanly curves
their reward.  Marnie leaned back over the table next to Larcher awaiting the
cards for his next hand, her knees together and her arms corralling her body to
hide her pubic bulge and her tits from their view as much as possible.

Now with her slip off on the previous hand, Marnie was willing to do just about
anything to get Larcher's fingers back to work to finish her off, as he now sat
back to delight in Marnie's humiliating predicament, watching her stall in
preparation for removing her bra.  Stan put his finger in his ear, stood up and
exclaimed "Oh shit!" Then with supreme regret mixed with a polite upbringing, he
asked Marnie to excuse him while he tended to a call.  He waited at the door as
long as he dared but only got to see Marnie's hands reach behind her back to
unclasp the foundation garment, as he responded to an angry voice on his radio
and left.

Marnie immediately cupped her nipples in the palms of her hands as the cups fell
away, dizzy with humiliation, red with embarrassment, wanting to run away and
hide.  "Pick it up and hand it to the man Missy, he is the new rightful owner."
Larcher ordered referring to her bra lying on the floor before her.

Marnie switched to covering her breasts with one forearm while she squatted to
pick up the bra and extended it to the simian looking man.  He took it and, with
a smile of ecstasy, covered his face with one cup then the other as he inhaled
whatever scent of female excitement he could glean from what was trapped in the
material. "Deal 'em."  Larcher ordered of him, annoyed at losing again.

Marnie wanted Larcher's fingers back to work on her itch.  Every time now that
she would recover from an unusually heavy sexual workout, beginning with the
first time she was made to pull a train, she would get an insatiable sexual urge
later that would drive her mad until she could satisfy it over and over again
putting the fire out.  Besides, she thought, it would distract her enough from
the humiliation of being slowly degraded before these Neanderthals, and enable
her to survive the moment until she could get out of there.  As she took up
Larcher's cards for him, she rested herself on the table with her elbows and
widened her stance to give him full access.  Instead of putting his fingers back
to work on her sopping cunt, Larcher hooked his thumb and fingers around the
seams of her panties in back, squeezed them suddenly together and without
warning, pulled the panties tight up into her crotch a couple of times.  With
the panty crotch cutting into her clitoris, parting her lips, and waking up her
puckered anus, Marnie sprawled forward onto the table in a surprise sexual
release, the likes of which she had never experienced before.

Larcher's card's spilled on the table and a deuce and seven landed face up.
Larcher saw the cards and declared a "misdeal." 

"Okay then, ante up."  The man on his right challenged.

Not wanting to let go of any of the money he had won back, Larcher reached over
and pulled the panties off of the still collapsed Marnie.  Her sprawled position
on the table gave her little leverage to resist.  When she finally got back up,
she backed away from the table covering her feminine charms as best she could
huddling her breasts and pubic area with her arms.  "The cards Sweet Cheeks, the
cards."  Larcher barked at Marnie as the cards were being dealt out.

Marnie approached the table trying maintain whatever modesty she could, picked
up the cards, fanned them out while bending slightly forward, legs tight
together, arms hugging her chest, then presented them to Larcher's view standing
as far behind him to his side as she could.  Larcher reached back and pulled her
into the bent over position with her elbows on the table.  Then he grabbed the
closest cheek digging his fingers into her clef and wiggled them to get a
reaction from her again.  Marnie's nipple rings clinked on the table top as she
squirmed in reaction to being goosed. 

"Hey, check these out." The simian player remarked reaching out to finger her
right breast's nipple ring.

"Your touching is my bet."  Larcher declared looking at his cards.

"Hey," Marnie reacted.  "I've still got stockings, a garter belt and shoes,
expensive shoes."

"I'm sorry Walt, that's as far as you go with the clothes."  The player on his
left declared.  "You've got to come up with something better for us to stay in
the game."  He said getting out of his chair.  "I call."  He said and took a
turn at feeling Marnie's hanging breast.

With Larcher hitting the spot again between Marnie's newly relaxed wider stance
and the indignity happening to her breasts, she swooned her head down in an
overpowering wave of sexual response.

Each of the players stopped and returned to their seats to count out their
original stake and passed the remaining chips in Larcher's direction.  "Shit
Man, I've got to get me some of this.  Here's all your money back."  The simian
looking player offered.

"Here's mine, me too."  The other offered.

"That's right generous of you boys, but it is gonna take all your chips I'm
afraid." Larcher countered.

With that all three got up.  Larcher went to the opposite side of the table and
sat down and the two other players stood up behind Marnie and unzipped their
pants.  When Marnie realized what was about to happen, she started to rise up
off of the table, but Larcher grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands toward him
sending her back over the table in a forward bent sprawl mashing her breasts out
to the sides and giving the players behind her easier access from behind.
Marnie's head popped up and her eyes went wide looking at Larcher, as a
generously sized cock eased its way into her hot, naturally lubricated love
chute.  "So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about Sweet Cheeks?"
Larcher asked looking pleasantly humored by the situation.

"Ah, arrrggh, ... ah, oh god, oh god."  Marnie exclaimed fitfully sorting the
sexual stimulation from the disgust of being shanked by the rutting ape pounding
into to her from behind, from the humiliation of being used as a vehicle to
relieve these cads of their sexual arousal, and from her need to be sexually
ravaged to calm the sexual tension created by her own biology, while trying to
respond to Larcher's readiness to hear her out.

Larcher sat forward and put his hand up to signal to the simian apelike man to
stop.  He reluctantly backed out of Marnie.  "Now, what was it you wanted to
talk to me about?"  He asked Marnie.

"Hunh?"  Marnie said looking back behind her.  "Oh god!"  She looked at Larcher.
She closed her eyes and reared her head up.  "Don't stop."  She exclaimed.
"Dear god, ... please fuck me ..."

Larcher smiled and nodded for his buddy to fill her up for all he was worth.
Marnie came and before she could collect herself, he came in thrusts nearly
lifting her feet off the ground compounding her previous orgasm with another.
She was now so weak kneed she started to slide off the table onto the floor.
"Not so fast Missy."  Larcher said grabbing her wrists to hold her on the table.

While the other gent molested her rear, Larcher gave her another chance to speak
her mind.  "Listen Larcher.  Enough, ... phew ... is enough.  Phew ... I've paid
whatever dues I would need to pay to you and you've ... phew, phew, ... have taken
more than a pound of flesh.  Oh jesus.  Tell him to stop for a second please."
Larcher motioned for him to stop playing with her for a moment.  "Christ
Larcher, you've involved my friends and now you've involved my daughter's
favorite teacher."  The other player started up with rubbing his dickhead up and
down her cunt again on his own. "It's time, oh crap, ... no not that ... it's time
for this to stop, especially Linda Lambert and my friends.  Oh no, not again.  I
don't think I can't take it again.  Arrggh, oh shit, please stop, oh-my-god, ...
please ... don't ... oh god, please don't stop ugggeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Marnie climaxed
with tears of shame mixed with tears of embarrassment due to her needing what
just happened so badly.

Marnie laid arms straight out to her side, her face resting on the table with
her right cheek looking to her left into space, her legs limp and spread, her
cunt gaping with pearly liquid dripping, and moaning, "Larcher please, please,
no more, no more ... ."

"Missy, Missy, Missy.  You're some of my best up-and-comers. I couldn't cut you
gals loose."  Larcher disclosed.

"What do you mean, 'cut us loose?'" Marnie said as if nearing sleep not caring
the nude image she was sprawled across the table.

"I mean, I'm not going to let an asset go unless it is replaced by an equal or
better asset.  That makes sense doesn't it?"  Larcher explained.

"Hey man, what do we do with the duds?" One of the players asked.

"Maybe Missy here would like to leave here with some of the clothes."  Larcher
said watching Marnie lift her head paying greater attention to her predicament.
"I'll sell them back to her.  Toss 'em here."

The hirsute man sniffed them deeply one last time and dropped them in Larcher's
lap.  Then he dug a five out of his wallet, "Here's the money you won you
bastard." And dropped it on the clothes.

"Nice playing cards with you Man."  Larcher acknowledged.

Then the other player dropped a five on top with the other one and gave Larcher
a fingers up handshake and left with the first leaving Larcher sitting across
from Marnie, her clothes in his lap, looking at Marnie's expression of disbelief
propped up on her elbows with her breasts hanging down invitingly.

"All of this was over a lousy five bucks?  You've put me through this over
losing at penny ante?  You really are the lowest."  Marnie scolded.

"You loved every minute of it.  So do you want to walk out of here with any of
your clothes or not?

You wouldn't dare."  Marnie challenged.

"No, Missy, I want you to walk out of here fully dressed, but what would be in
it for me?"

"Larcher, you're pond scum, but you're not that low."

"I need pretty model types to help out at a banquet coming up,  like your two
blonde friends and Frenchie.  You broads are good looking enough, even though
you're older than I would normally look for.  I'll give you an article of
clothing for each person you promise to deliver, in addition to yourself, of
course, to help out."  He offered.  "How many do you pledge?"

Marnie climbed up on the table, slithered forward until her breasts hung freely
over the edge and reached for his fly, "Isn't there another way we can settle
this?"  Marnie asked with mock seduction.  Larcher dumped her clothes on the
floor and lifted himself from the chair to pull his pants down.  He watched as
she wrapped her left hand around the base of his cock.  His balls squeezed up in
their sack atop her thumb.  She pulled his foreskin down from his cockhead with
the other.  "Hunh?" She asked during a pause to remind him she had a question up
for consideration.

"Finish what you've started Missy, or you'll get an answer to a question you
haven't asked yet."  He threatened.

Marnie leaned down with a disgusted look and took his tumid cock past her lips.
Fighting revulsion, she bobbed her head up and down, her chin bumping his balls
and his curly short hairs tickling her nose.  She tried as she might to use her
tongue to best advantage to get him off as quickly as possible, because her back
was tiring quickly from the strain of lifting her upper body up.  Eventually,
she removed her hands and placed them on the arms of the chair so she could do
pushups to take the strain off of her back.  Larcher delighted in teasing her
nipples by playing with her rings and molesting her hanging, swaying, and sweaty
breasts as she worked out.

When he was just about to shoot, Marnie tried with her last reserve to push
herself up and off of his sex pistol, but as he came, Larcher pinched both of
her nipples with the rings and pulled her back down.  With her reaction to the
sudden pain, she choked and nearly drown in his cum from being out of sync with
her breathing.

Marnie got herself back up on the table and curled into a fetal position for
rest and recovery while Larcher regained his composure.  "Here," he said,
tossing her clothes onto her,  "you and your three friends will all be there,
and I'll give Missy Linda a vacation."  He ordered as he wrote the time and
place on a page from a note pad.  "You'll all get paid regular wages, but you'd
better be there or you'll regret it, and you know I mean business."  He said
punctuating it by shoving the note into her relaxed fist, and left her to dress
at her own pace.

Marnie eventually got herself together and used her panties in a half full cup
of water to wipe herself and her stockings down.  As she adjusted her clothing,
she casually watched the security monitors set up along one wall of the room.
She saw Roger coming back from lunch through the lobby with a bunch of guys and
waited fitfully and ashamed until she could determine the coast was clear to
leave.

When Marnie got home, she showered and called Barbara, Sally, and Betty:  "... We
need to talk. ... Yes right away this afternoon ... No, it's not good ... Yes, it's
Larcher ..."