He wasn't exaggerating. With each deep slow thrust of Ted's cock into her searing-hot little box, Trish moaned hoarsely and her blue eyes rolled back in her head. Her hot cunt-cream was overflowing her stuffed little twat, soaking Ted's swollen balls. Finally Ted gave a few short hard jerks of his cock, and the girl was coming.
'Eeeeee,' Trish shrieked.
Almost instantly she felt the hot blast of Ted's come filling and overflowing her convulsing cunt. She gave herself up to the dizzying waves of pleasure that rocked her curvy little body. Ted writhed and moaned right along with her for a moment, then withdrew. He lay on the rug panting, his prick limp and dripping.
'There now, that wasn't so terrible, was it?' Brock chuckled.
Trish frowned at him. Now that her hot need was satisfied, she came back to her senses and realized what a sick scene Brock had just put her through. No, she definitely wasn't in love with him any more. She felt used and humiliated. She started to get to her feet, but Brock held her down.
'Let me go,' Trish snapped. 'I ought to get back to work.'
'Honey, you are at work,' Brock laughed. 'I haven't had my turn yet.'
Trish gawked, too shocked to speak. She'd resigned herself to putting out for his buddy, but she hadn't dreamed that Brock meant to fuck her, too, right there in front of Ted. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined balling two guys, one right after the other. It definitely wasn't right.
'Hold her,' Brock cried as the angry teenager tried to struggle out of his grasp.
Ted leaped over to pin her while Brock quickly skinned out of his clothes. Trish wept and struggled, but she was no match for Ted's strength. She knew now that she'd have to take on both of them, put on a lewd show once more. The idea disgusted her, but there was no way out.
'Oh, Brock, please, don't,' she sobbed.
Brock paid no attention to her distress. When he was naked, his big cock hugging his belly stiffly, he rolled her over onto her hands and knees while Ted helped hold her in place. Trish couldn't prevent him from kneeling behind her and ramming his thick meat up her come-soaked little twat. He wasn't slow and gentle like Ted. He began to ball her furiously.
'Ooooooo,' Trish wailed.
It didn't hurt, but she felt humiliated and indignant. She didn't like having her body used without her permission. As far as she was concerned, Brock Spalding was a dumb shit – he could have gotten so much more out of her if he'd treated her properly, if he'd shown love and tenderness instead of selfish savagery.
But that was beside the point. She couldn't get away, and she had to kneel there and take thrust after brutal thrust from Brock's big swollen prick. She was a normal healthy girl, and she couldn't help enjoying the rough friction of his swollen meat in her tight little cunt. Again she told herself that she might as well enjoy it.
'Uhhhhh,' Brock grunted, 'Uhhhhh. Jesus Christ, Ted, you weren't kidding – she's really tight.'
Ted was sitting right beside them, grinning wickedly as he watched Brock's thick pale meat slamming in and out of Trish's tiny wet cunt-mouth. But soon Trish didn't see him, couldn't think of anything but the rapidly mounting excitement in her gripping little box. A few more furious deep thrusts of Brock's fat rock-hard cock, and she was coming.
'Ahhhhh,' she moaned.
Brock felt her tiny teenage cunt start to convulse in orgasm, and he let go, plunging deep into her and squirting her little box full of sizzling jism. The girl was still writhing and whining when he withdrew, his cock limp and empty and dripping with come.
'Get dressed,' he said coolly. 'I'll run you back to the club.'
As they left, Brock and Ted shook hands warmly, and Ted said, 'That was some fantastic evening, old buddy. Thanks.'
'Glad you enjoyed it,' Brock said. 'We'll do it again next time you're in town.'
But not with me, Trish thought angrily.
Brock was happy and grinning as they drove back to the club, but Trish said nothing, just stared out the window. Her dreams of falling in love were shattered, but where did she go from here? Could she possibly marry a man who treated her like this? She knew that after tonight's experience she could never respect Brock Spalding again.
But there was always the money, that desperately needed money. And now Trish had another motive – revenge. She really wanted to take Brock for every penny he had, not just for her mother's sake, but because he'd used and humiliated her. She didn't feel like a little girl any more. She felt like a angry woman out for vengeance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Several days had passed since the incident with Ted Grace. Pat had just arrived for work at the Tango Club when Brock called her into his office. She went warily, suspecting he had some humiliation in store for her.
When Pat stood before his desk in her outrageously tiny black costume, Brock paused a moment just to feast his eyes.
'Yes, Brock?' Pat said nervously. 'What do you want? I really should get to work.'
'You won't have to work the bar tonight,' Brock said, 'at least not till much later. I want you to come with me and meet some of my friends.'
'Oh, no,' Pat said, backing away, 'not that again. I hated it last time, Brock, you must have known that.'
Brock scowled at her. 'Baby, you don't learn very fast,' he said. 'You know the rules – do what the boss says or lose your job.'
His threat had always worked before, but this time Pat stood firm. She wasn't about to degrade herself again for a man who obviously didn't care about her. Even Trish's security wasn't worth that price. Pat felt sure she could get a job somewhere else now that she'd had some experience waiting tables.
'I'm sorry, Brock,' she said gravely, 'but the answer is no. I won't be your whore. And if that means I lose this job, so be it.'
Brock thought fast. He had a private party planned for his most important business associates, men who could make or break his career, and he'd promised them a special treat – making love to a mother and daughter. He had to have Pat and Trish available and cooperative tonight. He decided to play on Pat's emotions. He knew perfectly well that she was infatuated with him and hoping to marry him.
He got up and walked to her and put his arms around her. 'Honey,' he said tenderly, 'I know I haven't treated you right, but it won't be long now before I can give you everything you want. I just have to make a go of this business, impress a few more people, and I'll be set for life. Think about it, Pat – if you were my wife, you wouldn't have to work, and your daughter would have everything she needs.'
Pat stared at him open-mouthed. She'd just heard words she'd thought she'd never hear – Brock Spalding proposing marriage! Even though she no longer loved or trusted him, marriage would solve all her financial problems and provide a secure future for Trish. It was a chance she simply couldn't pass up. One more night of humiliation wasn't too much to pay for a lifetime of wealth.
'All right, Brock,' she said. 'Just what do you want me to do?'
'Good girl,' Brock said with a grin. 'I just want you to entertain a few of my friends, just like you did with Ted. These guys are prepared to pour plenty of money into the club, and I want to make sure they have a good time.'
Pat shuddered. Though he didn't come right out and say it, he wanted her to prostitute herself again – and with more than one man. Her conscience rebelled, but she told herself that she had to do it for Trish. Just one more ordeal and she could be Mrs. Brock Spalding. Yes, she thought, I'll do it for my daughter.
Brock could practically see the wheels turning in her mind. He knew he had her. Naturally he hadn't meant a word of his phony marriage proposal, but Pat didn't have to know that. He just needed her for tonight, and after that he didn't give a damn what happened to her. She would have served her purpose.
'Just get your coat and wait for me in the car,' he said, giving her a quick kiss. 'I sure appreciate this, honey, and I promise you it'll be the last time I'll ask you to do it.'
