a stiff cock-stand.
'Let's have a little nightcap, ladies,' he said with a leer, 'just the three of us.'
Pat and Trish exchanged a look of total disgust, and then Pat did what she'd been longing to do all night. She seized a huge heavy glass ashtray, hurled it at Brock, and caught him right on the forehead. He went down with a groan, half-unconscious, his pants tangled around his ankles. The smug owner of the Tango Club finally looked like the creep he really was.
'Get your coat, honey, and let's go,' Pat said.
'Just a minute, Mom,' Trish said sweetly.
There was a table of food for Brock's guests, and Trish went over to it and picked up a huge bowl of spaghetti. She marched over to where Brock lay moaning and rubbing his forehead. She very carefully dumped the spaghetti onto his head and rubbed it in. Brock just lay there, spaghetti dripping down his face.
'Okay, Mom,' Trish said with a mischievous little grin, 'let's go home.'
'You'll be sorry for this,' Brock whined. 'Oh, no,' Pat grinned, 'I don't think we'll be sorry at all.'
CHAPTER NINE
Two months had passed, and Brock Spalding was in jail and the Tango Club closed down. Pat and Trish had brought rape charges against Spalding, and other girls at the club had then come forward to say that he'd done the same thing to them, forcing them to make love to him or lose their jobs. All of Spalding's business buddies had quickly arranged to take long vacations during his trial.
Now Trish was back in school and Pat had taken a new job waiting tables at a truck stop cafe. The wages weren't much, but at least she didn't have to be ashamed of the way she earned her money. And there were side benefits, too – like Chuck Anderson.
One afternoon Pat had glanced up while cleaning the counter, and she'd looked into one of the most homely yet sexy faces she'd ever seen. The man perched on the stool was perhaps forty, with a good-natured weather- beaten face, bright blue eyes, and a big lop-sided grin. The sleeves of his blue denim shirt were rolled up, showing biceps the size of grapefruits. His sandy hair was thick and tousled.
'Morning, little lady,' he said in a slightly husky voice. 'You're new here, aren't you?'
Pat couldn't help responding to his friendly grin. 'Yes,' she said, 'I just started this week. My name is Pat. Pat Adams.'
'I'm Chuck Anderson,' he said, 'and I stop by here a lot. I sure hope I'll get to see you again. Like maybe tonight for dinner?'
He wasn't rich and handsome and polished like Brock Spalding, yet there was something about him Pat just couldn't resist. She agreed to go out with him that night, and they got into the habit of having dinner together every time Chuck passed through town. But so far it had been just a friendship. Chuck had never made a pass at her.
That was the part that worried Pat. She was a normal healthy woman with normal instincts, and she wanted very much for Chuck to make love to her. It had been two months since she'd had a man. And she wondered just what was holding Chuck back. He was a big strong guy, over six feet tall, a long-time trucker. Why hadn't he tried to get her into bed?
Maybe she'd find out tonight. Chuck was laying over in the city for the whole weekend, and they'd be together a lot. This Friday Pat had hurried home from work, taken a bath, and was now getting dressed in an outfit which would make any normal man instantly horny. If that didn't work on Chuck, she didn't know what she'd do.
The front door banged open – Trish getting home from school. 'Mom, where are you?' the girl called.
'In my room,' Pat answered.
Trish came to the bedroom door, stared, and exclaimed, 'Wow, Mom, you look terrific.'
Pat was dressed in a skin-tight blue jumpsuit that showed every luscious curve of her tall body and was cut very low in front to reveal the deep ripe cleavage of her big breasts. She wondered if the suit was too revealing. It even showed the soft pout of her bush and the stiff little nubs of her nipples. But Trish seemed to approve.
'I have a date with Chuck tonight,' Pat said.
'Well, isn't that a coincidence?' Trish said. 'I have a date, too. Remember that guy I was telling you about, Tom Davis?'
'Oh, Trish, how wonderful,' Pat said.
Tom Davis was a senior at the local college, an attractive young man with plenty of brains and promise. He was just the kind of guy Pat wanted her daughter to date. After Trish's ugly experience at the Tango Club, she desperately needed to know clean decent men, men who would treat her with respect. Pat was overjoyed that Tom had finally asked Trish out.
'Well, I better go get ready,' Trish said. 'See you later, Mom. Have a great time.'
'You, too, darling,' Pat said.
She'd hardly finished dressing before Chuck came to pick her up. As always, her heart stopped at the sight of his tall powerful body, and she felt a hot rush of lust in her pussy. She hoped tonight would be the night he finally broke through his reserve and made love to her. As it was, she could hardly keep her hands off him. He was obviously in love with her, too, so what was holding him back?
To Pat's disappointment, it was the usual pleasant but sexless evening. They went out to dinner, then went dancing and had a few drinks, but Chuck didn't even try to kiss her when he brought her home. As she stood with him on the front porch, aching with need, Pat made a sudden bold decision.
'Chuck,' she said, 'why don't you come in for a nightcap?'
The big man reddened a little. 'Why, Pat, if that's really okay with you, I will,' he said.
Pat led the way into the house, determined that tonight she'd either ball him or break off with him.
Meanwhile things had been happening very fast for Trish. To her delight, she and Tom Davis got along beautifully from the very first moment.
After a movie they parked and started kissing and hugging, but it obviously wasn't going to be enough to satisfy either one of them. Trish had such a horny ache in her pussy, she could have screamed.
'Dammit,' Tom said, 'I wish there was someplace we could go to be alone. I hate making out in cars.'
'Me, too,' Trish said. 'We can go to my house. My mom has a heavy date, and she won't be back fill real late.'
'You're on,' Tom said with a grin.
When they got to the house, Trish led Tom right to her bedroom. She knew a good man when she saw one, and she wasn't going to waste any time. When she'd closed the bedroom door behind them and switched on one soft bedside lamp, they both began to undress without a word. Trish didn't feel she was being 'easy'. It was just that – Tom and she were meant for each other.
He looked gorgeous to her. He was just six feet tall, lean but well-muscled, and had longish thick brown hair. She liked his deep tan, his bright brown eyes, and his sexy smile, but right now her interest was focused on his cock. She certainly hoped that her new love was well-hung. She watched breathlessly as Tom lowered his pants and shorts.
She wasn't disappointed. Tom had a handsome big cock, seven inches of thick pale meat that stood straight up in a fierce hard-on. Trish ogled his crisp brown bush, taut rosy balls, and swollen purple-headed cock. He was everything she'd dreamed about, and she wanted him urgently.
'Hey,' Tom said with a grin, 'are you just gonna stand there all night?'
'Oh, sorry,' Trish giggled.
She was still in her bra and panties, but she quickly whisked them off, and then it was Tom's turn to gawk. His eyes focused hungrily on her little golden puff of a bush, tiny firm waist, and pert round boobs and dainty pink nipples. His cock gave a horny lurch and began weeping big bright bubbles of juice.
'Let's go to bed,' he said hoarsely.
Trish grinned and leaped onto the bed. Her little gash was red-hot and swollen by now, and her cunt was leaking a steady stream of steamy juice. It gushed more sticky hot cream when Tom got into bed beside her and
