Chapter 3

Hi, everyone! Thank you to all the readers once again! I wanted to note that there won’t be any group sex in the rest of story. There should still be a fair bit of sex but a lot more plot development as well. Just wanted to give you this heads up as StoriesOnline won’t let you have tags for individual chapters, which I feel like they should.

But, of course, rest assured that we will be coming back to plenty of group sex and whatever else in subsequent stories. Cheers again!

Stuart drummed his fingers on the wheel as he sped through the night towards his place at Blacktown. He remembered that Bruce kept the key to Bess’ car and was going to drive it to her place on Saturday. This was because he lived much closer to the store than the rest of them so it made logistical sense. But now it did not seem like such a good idea.

It was pretty clear that Bruce will try to use the visit as another opportunity to get his leg over with their manager. Stuart tried to parse his feelings and found that the thought of Bess with his partner in crime in seduction was now causing him revulsion and some unfamiliar feeling he still couldn’t place.

He rubbed his face as he drove. What was happening to him? He decided that the best thing is to call Bruce. He didn’t quite know what he was hoping to get out of the phone call. Still, he couldn’t just not do anything.

As soon as he got home, he got on the phone. Though it was late by now, Bruce sounded fresh and keyed-up.

“Well, well, well, if isn’t our mastermind,” he greeted Stuart, “what’s going on? Hey, we really owned that bitch, hey? All these sluts are the same when you dig a bit.”

“Yeah ... uh, yeah, exactly,” Stuart said. He normally didn’t mind hearing Bruce talk that way at all. Yet, now, an unfamiliar feeling flared up. How dare he talk about her that way?! Wait ... why do I care?

“Listen,” Stuart tried to get himself back on track, “You are dropping off the car to Bess’ place tomorrow, right?”

“For sure,” Bruce chuckled, “looking forward to it, too. She’d be keen for round two, I reckon.” He laughed again, not a nice laugh, low, mean.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” Stuart said uncomfortably, “I think she was maybe feeling a bit ... looks, she was upset remember. We should give her some space, maybe, you know?”

“What do you mean? No, I don’t know,” Bruce sounded a bit annoyed, “Since when do we care what these sluts feel?”

“Don’t call her...” Stuart stopped himself, “Sorry, man. Look, all I’m saying is she can make trouble for us if she thinks that ... well, if she is upset,” he finished somewhat lamely. He didn’t quite know how to express what he was feeling, especially with someone like Bruce. Did I used to be like that? Used to? Even he didn’t quite know what he meant by that thought.

“Look, man,” Bruce didn’t sound particularly happy, “I’m spending my weekend bringing the high-flying bitch her car. I think I deserve a little something here. And what trouble is she going to make for us? We got her where we want her. She is the one who has the most to lose. What’s wrong with you?”

“No, but...” Stuart desperately sought the right words, “But, c’mon, man, just don’t be pushy, is all I’m saying. Let her take things at her pace.”

“Listen,” Bruce said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You don’t get to decide this kind of stuff. I will do what I want here, all right? I will chat to you later, yeah?”

He hung up the phone. Probably would have slammed it down if modern phones worked that way. Bruce almost shook with indignation. What has come over Stuart? They were equal opportunity predators in their group. Now suddenly his friend decided that he was going to what, allocate sexual favours? Screw that. Or he wanted to reserve Bess for himself? All up, Bruce was now more than ever determined to get something out of their manager ... In the morning, he walked down to the store and got the car. He checked the address again and was soon at Bess’ place. Grinning, he walked down the driveway and rang the bell. Bess opened the door. She was dressed in a sweatshirt and knit pants.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Bruce greeted her. “Got your car keys here. Mind if I push in? I think you at least owe me a coffee for getting it here.” He put a slight emphasis on “at least”. You actually owe me a blowjob or two, bitch, he thought.

Bess looked like she was about to say no. Then she seemed to lose some internal struggle within herself, her face dropped and she opened the door, motioning him inside.

Leering, Bruce made his way in. He put the keys on the table and looked around. “Nice digs you have here,” he chuckled. Truth to tell, he was mostly staring at Bess’ chest, her sweatshirt not really managing to conceal the size of her assets.

As Bess looked at him, memories of last night flooded in. She remembered how his fingers felt on her, how he was making her feel. To her shame, she found herself getting wet. Thank God I wore a bra to open the door, she thought as she could feel her nipples hardening.

She knew that she should regain some control. Yet her body now seemed almost attuned to the pleasure that these young men provided her and was ready to go at a moment’s notice.

As if sensing that, Bruce leered at her again and then closed the space between them. He kissed Bess as his hands started roaming, cupping her substantial ass, then trying to sneak under her sweatshirt. Initially Bess responded, her tongue duelling with his. However, as he continued to press home his advantage and push down her pants, Bess drew back.

“No ... no,” she said weakly.

“That was a yes, was it?” asked Bruce grinning, “You know you want it.”

“Oooh, just...” Bess was breathing heavily, “Just wait...”

“No can do,” Bruce parried, his hands pushing her pants down roughly, leaving him with just a thin layer of cloth to negotiate, “Places to be, hot women to see.”

His hands rubbed Bess’ ass, eliciting moans from the befuddled manager.

“Oooh, ohhh, stop,” Bess moaned. She put her hands on his chest but evidently did not have the will to push him away.

Bruce hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties.

Somehow, something awoke in Bess. This is not right! This is almost rape!

“I said no!” she shouted, this time actually pushing Bruce. He stumbled back as Bess frantically pulled up her pants.

Briefly, an expression of such rage like Bess has never seen appeared on Bruce’s face. She shrank back, almost afraid that he will charge at her. No one is going to believe me if he rapes me right now, she thought, terrified. They will know what happened in the store.