“Angel was okay with that?” I knew better than most she didn’t really go that way.
“Yeah, that girl’s a trooper. I told her it was a favor for me — and you. Now can you just get upstairs and talk to Shannon before the wheels come off? Good man!” He clapped me on the back and pushed me in the direction of the stairs. “And come see me later when you get a chance!”
I stumped up the stairs muttering under my breath, but after the landing managed to force my mind back to business. If I recalled the schedule correctly, Shannon was supposed to be working a grand slam package for some guy’s bachelor party. She’d done scores of them; Shannon looked younger than her age and had perfected an aura of corruptible innocence that drove the cradle-robbers wild. I couldn’t imagine what the holdup would be on this one.
Sure enough, Shannon was pacing nervously in the hall when I got there, looking scrumptious in her Catholic schoolgirl uniform. In my day, anyway, the parochial dress code never included shoes like that, but hey — I was in Loss Prevention, not Wardrobe. She looked desperately glad to see me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her, taking a quick glance through the peephole. I saw four restless, and doubtless horny, young men laughing together. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
“I know those guys,” Shannon said. “Rob — the cute one in the armchair — he’s going to be my husband.”
Oh, thanks, Danny. I would have rolled my eyes but Shannon’s nerves didn’t need it. “You’re entertaining at your own fiance’s bachelor party?” I repeated, just to make sure I had it straight. She nodded. “Does he know you work here?”
In a small voice, Shannon said, “no.”
“How about the others?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe Derrik; he’s Rob’s Best Man.”
“Which one is he?” It would be interesting to see who had booked the engagement, and if Shannon had been requested specifically or not. Either way, it wasn’t something she needed to be dealing with now.
“Derrik’s really tall and thin.”
“Okay, good. Now take a deep breath and calm down, Shannon,” I told her, “everything is going to be just fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She smiled hopefully at me.
“Now, don’t think about them for minute; just think about yourself. How do you feel about doing this?”
“Good, I guess,” Shannon decided. “I like fucking boys, and Rob makes me hot.” More possessively, she added, “I’m kind of glad I get to do this for him and not some other girl.”
That’s fine. She was telling the truth. “Now, how do you think Rob will feel about this?”
Her face clouded over. “I don’t know. We fuck a lot, and neither of us were virgins when we met, but he talks a lot about committing to each other and I’m worried he’ll think I’m a slut or be upset I didn’t tell him sooner.”
I added “and when were you going to tell him?” to my mental list of questions that wouldn’t get asked although I’d love to know the answers. “Don’t worry, I think everything will work out great,” I assured her. “He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t up for this sort of thing, right?”
Shannon perked back up, overlooking the possibility that this was another “ambush” event — some people took bachelor parties as a general license to torment the groom and push his limits one last time.
“Okay, Shannon, here’s what we’re going to do. You’ve got your act worked out, right?” I got a quick nod. “I want you to go in and do your thing, just like you planned. Now, Rob might seem to get upset, but remember, he’s got to look tough for his friends, right?” I cobbled together the best approximation to I love it when Rob shares me with his friends I could manage, and pushed it into her head.
Shannon nodded again, but there was an uncertain look on her face. “Are you sure?”
“Almost positive! Look, just stay by the door when you first go in. He might shout and say things that sound hurtful, but one way or another he’ll come over to you. You’ve been around enough men, Shannon, to know if they’re turned on or faking it. Check him out; if you drive him wild like I think, have a good time! If you still have doubts, just step back out the door and I’ll be right here. Can you do that?”
“I know I can,” she asserted.
I hoped I could hold up my end of the bargain; if Rob moved quickly, I would have very little time between when he entered my effective range and when he reached Shannon. I prepared my mind, glued an eye to the peephole, and whispered, “You go, girl!”
There was a brief rustle beside me and Shannon was inside the room. “Is this the detention study hall?” she chirped in a bright voice.
Events started to play out as I’d suspected they would. “Shannon?!” Rob jerked erect in his chair, absently spilling his drink on the floor. Two of his friends were equally stunned, but the tall one, Derrik, brayed a nasal laugh and I didn’t like the look of his body language.
“What are you doing here?” stammered Rob; I put him at about 50% embarrassment and 50% anger.
Derrik was quick with the unnecessary answer. “Dude! Your girl is here to fuck all of us for money. She’s a fucking hooker, man!”
Shannon gamely soldiered on. “This is so unfair! They gave me detention because I didn’t wear their stupid white bra. I mean, you can’t even really see it, can you?”
My angle was all wrong, but I knew she was arching her back to push out her chest, and that anybody with eyes would have no problem seeing the frilly black lace — and her berry-tipped tits — through the extremely thin white blouse.
Rob stood up. “What the fuck, Shannon! What kind of slut are you?”
“I’m not a slut; I’m just misunderstood,” she simpered. “Sluts don’t wear underwear; I do. See?” At this point she’d be raising the front of her tartan skirt, displaying plain white panties just as thin as her blouse, and probably pulled tight enough to form a camel toe against her mound.
Here he came; my eyes lost focus as I concentrated on the other side of the door and found the rushing haze of his mind. I pushed frantically, alternating lust for Shannon and sharing Shannon makes me feel powerful as quickly as I could.
Bodies crashed against the other side of the door and Shannon shrieked; I was afraid I hadn’t been fast enough.
“I still think you’re a slut,” Rob said, but more quietly and in an entirely different tone of voice.
“It feels like you’d like to find out,” Shannon replied, and I breathed out a silent sigh of relief. There was some barely audible rustling, and then another soft thud against the door; it was accompanied by a feminine “oh!” of satisfaction.
I put my eye back to the peephole, and was pleased see the other young men were approaching. I couldn’t see Rob and Shannon, but by the sound of it he was giving her a stand-up fuck right against the door.
“Maybe — I am — a slut,” gasped Shannon.
“Maybe you’re just easy,” countered Rob, doing something that made her moan. “Maybe you’re just hot for me. That doesn’t make you a slut.”
“Come on, man,” Derrik complained. “Use your head, Rob!” He was almost in range. “You think she just walked off the street, that this is her first time or something? Shannon fucking works here! I’ve seen her pull trains, man — she’s a whore! She walked into this room planning to fuck us all blind. How can you pollute yourself with this filthy puta?”
Rob paused. “Is that true?”
“Yes, I was planning to fuck you all. I will, if you still want me to.” Clever girl, Shannon, for having the common sense to compose a selective answer in, well, distracting circumstances.
Rob started pounding her again, evidently aroused by the thought. “Does that make you a slut (thud) or a whore? (thud) Is it the money? Would you fuck them if I asked you to?”
“What’s the diff?!” shouted a frustrated Derrik. “She’s already paid for!” He finally took the last step I needed.
I love Rob-Shannon-couple. That was easier than it sounds to express, and unsurprisingly met with significant resistance when I pushed it into him; I guessed Derrik might be carrying a torch for Shannon, although I couldn’t be positive. I could have stopped there, but this bozo had screwed up my evening and come close to screwing up the lives of his two “friends.” I wasn’t sure it would take, but I did my best to ensure he’d never cum again unless he was getting sloppy seconds from Shannon.
“I’d fuck anybody for you,” Shannon sighed, heedless of my work on her behalf.
“Anybody?” challenged Rob. “You’d fuck Fat Eddie?”
“Another girl,” suggested one of the other boys, getting into the spirit of it.
“Her brother,” drawled Derrik; the pace of the pounding on the door abruptly increased.
“You’d fuck Connor for me? Your own brother?”
“Yes! Yes! All of them!” she gasped raggedly.
“That’s sick,” Rob grunted, but he obviously found it as arousing as she did. “I bet you’d even take my dog!” Apparently he had unexpected depths.
Shannon started to say, “only if you wa-” and her voice suddenly rose an octave as the door slammed in its frame and Rob grunted explosively.
“I guess you’re a slut, then,” Rob spoke into the ensuing silence. “So prove it. Show me what a slut does in a room with four men.”
I didn’t need to stay any longer, and I realized I was achingly hard. In no mood to listen to Danny’s next emergency, I walked back to my office and settled in to wait for Angel. Her scent lingered, teasing me.
While it was fresh in my mind, I typed up a quick incident report for Danny, and strongly suggested he meet with both Rob and Shannon about her staying on. It might take some creative concessions to Rob, but not only could we keep a productive employee, there was an opportunity to bolster our offerings. I knew what most people thought about us, but frankly, most of the staff were pretty normal in their outlook and it wasn’t easy to accommodate some of the kinks our customers requested.
With that sent, I leaned back to think about what to do about Angel and Rose. That prompted me to lean forward again and dash off the lesson plan request and a query to Angel’s driver, which killed another two minutes. The clock on my desk stubbornly advanced at only the usual 60 seconds per minute.
I grabbed a chamber music CD at random from my collection, started it, and crossed to sprawl on the sofa that doubled as guest seating. If I had to wait, I could make a virtue of it and catch up on my meditation. Maybe I’d even get lucky and my drifting mind would hit on a solution to my dilemma.
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