CHAPTER NINE
Mindy was allowed several days to recuperate from the brutality shown her by first the white-haired dyke, then the sleazy man with a distinct yearning for watching a dog fuck with humans. Although weak, she managed to get the three blocks necessary for her escape freed from the wall of her cell.
Once she had almost been caught, but had covered by feigning cramps. That did not prevent Michelle from ordering her to service another patron, but this one was extremely mundane and pedestrian in his tastes. All he wanted was to fuck. No frills, no special positions, nothing except the time-honored missionary position.
Mindy refrained from offering to initiate him into some of the more exciting sexual acrobatics she had learned. If he was just horny and wasn't getting any ass, she would simply lie there and let him screw her until he came. It wasn't her place to dictate to him what to do. Besides, she couldn't really say she enjoyed the encounter. She had lain under the man like a log. The patron had probably left thinking he had had his first taste, of necrophilia and had fucked a corpse.
Back in her cell, she changed into functional clothing for her proposed escape. It was night, and she chose black blouse and slacks for her sojourn to the outer world. Simple black shoes completed the outfit, made her virtually invisible outside in the still darkness.
The blocks removed and pulled away, Mindy wiggled through the tiny opening and, for the first time in nine weeks, felt grass crush and moisten her hand. The night air enveloped her and, although heavily laden with smog, the girl inhaled sleepily and held it far down in her lungs.
It smelled of freedom.
She looked around the manicured lawn and saw no guards. The entire side of the building was blank and held no windows from which someone might see her attempting to escape. Out of curiosity more than good sense, Mindy silently rounded the building to check out the grounds. She wanted to see the exterior of he Institute.
The building itself was vastly larger than she had expected. She had been kept in one small wing. The entire structure spread out over an acre and was surrounded by another five acres of close cropped grass. In front of the edifice was a large driveway, several large and expensive cars parked in spaces with 'Reserved' signs in front of them. Mindy counted four Mercedes, two Bentleys, one Rolls-Royce and a small, gunmetal-grey Aston Martin DB5.
In another parking tot were several limousines, all chauffeured, all long and black and reeking of money. It must have been in those that the patrons came to The Institute.
Indeed, Mindy saw a large, tasteful sign on the front of the building proclaiming 'The Institute for Advance Research'. Yes, this was The Institute.
The girl edged back around the building, then ran as hard as she could until she reached a cyclone fence with twin strands of nasty barbed wire strung along the top. The fangs on the wire gleamed wickedly in the dim illumination cast by the stars. Mindy was inordinately pleased she could see at least a few of the brighter stars tonight. Not many, but enough to make her feel good, both about escaping and about experiencing the real world again.
But it would be impossible to clamber over the fence; the girl knew that the instant she saw the telltale strand of wire that was different from the others. The fence was either electrified or alarmed. Either would be bad news for her.
Tunneling under the baffler was another matter. She scouted along the perimeter until she found a place where some exuberant animal had already begun to dig under the fence from the outside. It was only a matter of a few minutes' work before she had enlarged the hole sufficiently to slip under the fence.
The highway was less than a hundred yards distant. Standing on the shoulder of the road watching the cars race by gave Mindy a few seconds to think. On a truly stupid impulse, rather than trying to get away from the vicinity of The Institute, she crossed the freeway and slid down the steep embankment on the far side of the road. Her nostrils flared wildly as she bounced and awkwardly slid to the beach.
The Pacific Ocean reached out, seemingly forever, in front of her. Golden grains of sand sparkled and appeared phosphorescent as the thin sliver of moon appeared over the embankment behind her. Mindy walked along the strand of beach for a little ways, feeling the sand grit and crunch under her feet. What was she to do?
She'd escaped. The Institute wouldn't really look for her as long as she didn't try to bring the police into the matter.
Besides, she didn't like police. And the men that ran The Institute would probably be the more powerful in the long run. There was no way of telling who their patrons had been in the past, who they had captured on film and could blackmail.
She shuddered when she thought of the current patrons.
No, she couldn't tell anyone about The Institute. Not and expect to live very long. And she certainly couldn't return home to Denver. Bill had probably found another girlfriend he hadn't been all that thrilled anyway. He had just seemed good to a naive girl who didn't know of more sophisticated sexual techniques. The things she could show him now!
And her mother and father wouldn't be glad to see her. Daisy LaFarge might not have even missed her. The downer haze she stumbled around in was usually absolute. And Larry LaFarge was such a stinking, degenerate son of a bitch, Mindy knew she'd try to kill him with her bare hands if the opportunity presented itself.
She could not return to Denver.
Her options seemed limited. She could hitchhike up the freeway, get to San Francisco, perhaps, and lose herself in that city. She could stay in Los Angeles, too, but that posed the same problems. What was she trained to do? Her, a teeneage girl, flat broke and without a profession?
Except her body.
Mindy shivered at the prospect of becoming a whore. She was good in bed, but letting some ugly, zit-faced weasel pimp for her was totally unappealing. And she had learned enough to know that free-lance hookers didn't last long. They usually had terminal accidents.
As if the heavens opened, the revelation of what to do hit Mindy like Divine Revelation.
She stood, staring out across the ocean for long minutes, then laughed.
It was a full, robust laugh, the sound of a person who has conquered insurmountable odds. Without further hesitation, Mindy made her way back up the steep, sandy embankment, dashed across the highway, dodging cars the entire time, and found her burrow under the fence back into the grounds of The Institute. Mindy raced pell- mell to the back of the building and found the spot with the missing blocks. She listened for a few seconds and heard nothing moving inside.
Mindy quickly slipped back into her cell, went to the iron grille in the door and peered into the hall. It was empty.
In a flash, Mindy had gone to her wardrobe and selected the most elegant dress she could find. It was probably the most expensive and one she truly loved to wear. She stripped off her black garments, tossed aside all her underwear, then donned a pair of bikini briefs. The gown slipped on, a perfect fit to her smooth lines. It was a brilliant emerald green, matching the color of her eyes exactly. A plunging vee neckline descended to Mindy's sternum and delightfully exposed the twin globes of her snowy tits to superlative effect.
Her nipples prodded the material slightly, provocatively, and enhanced the overall erotic impact of the gown tenfold. As if a second skin, the dress clung to her flaring hips and ass before falling to a spot just above her knees. The girl quickly slipped into a pair of smoky-colored pantyhose, selected shoes matching the Brazilian topaz green of her dress, then brushed her golden hair several times, getting the snarls and tangles smoothed out.
When she examined herself critically in the minor on her dresser, it wasn't a teenager reflected back, it was a highly sophisticated and worldly woman. Satisfied with her appearance, Mindy painstakingly slipped back out her escape route into the night.
The warm night air caressed her bare shoulders and back, seemed to linger and plunge down the decolletage of her dress in a highly erotic fashion. She smiled and felt a glow of inner contentment suffuse throughout her body. She was taking a big gamble, but one which she thought would be worth the risk.
At the front of The Institute, Mindy boldly walked up the bisque tile walk with erotic drawings imprinted on the surface, went up to the massive oaken doors with their ornate carvings, then rang the bell. A man dressed in fine livery answered the door. His eyebrows arched slightly at the entrancing sight before him, but he said in a
