Chapter 5

Harper wasn’t sure what she needed more: a shower or a hug. She sat on the stone floor of her little cell, combing out her hair with her fingers, just to do something. There was nothing to see. The room was maybe four meters by three. The only light she had was for the few hours where the sun was high enough to bleed through the barred window overhead. Even if she could scale the walls, which were bland white panels with no handholds, she’d have to climb four times her height to reach a window hardly big enough for her leg to fit through. That was if she could pry loose the bars.

Harper hadn’t seen Morwen since Richie had closed his hand around a set of rainbow colored beans.

Richie had traded his girlfriend for complete sexual access to any six women he could imagine. Harper was horrified. He was gonna pick pieces of shit! Perla!

Lilith...

Harper had cried, until she remembered the story.

Jack threw away the beans and climbed the beanstalk to claim his treasure.

He could come rescue her!

But Jack only threw away the beans because his mom thumped him for being a complete idiot.

Without Harper, who did Richie have to tell him he was a complete idiot?

Caitlin? Jason? Lilith? Dick?

Nat.

Harper was loath to admit it, but if there was anyone with sense in Richie’s life, it was Nat. Probably because Nat couldn’t hang onto a friend or a lover to save her life, so she was always ready to keep her brother from retreading her own fallen footsteps.

Harper’s fate was now in Nat’s hands.

Harper pulled her hands from her hair, sat with her back against the wall. They were only feeding her water and multivitamins. She was about ready to kill and eat her jailers, but ... When Richie did get his proper thumping, maybe Harper would have lost that weight she wished she could lose for him.

“This’ll make us stronger. This’ll prove he loves me.” Harper told herself. She looked at her pallet. A scratchy wool blanket on a sheet of plywood raised thirty centimeters from the floor with solid wooden beams.

She wasn’t going to sleep until she was really exhausted.

She sang Gabrielle Xu songs until her throat began to crack. What if he got her back in time for the concert? Caitlin was so guilty to have spoiled Harper on Richie’s backstage passes.

“I’d promised to be surprised,” she said, smiling and wondering when her prince would come.

“Thanks for the breakfast, Mrs Murdock...” Richie said, eating his final piece of toast with his left hand while Caitlin dragged Richie out the front door by the right.

“It’s Mrs Little now,” Darleen sighed. “It has been for as long as--”

Richie never got the end of it as Caitlin kicked the door closed behind her.

“In a hurry to get to class? We’re early.”

“Get in the car,” Caitlin hissed. Richie did as he was told. He frowned though.

“You know, if I drive, you can give me road head?”

“Next time!” Caitlin hissed, she backed out of the driveway before she even reached for her seatbelt. Click, and gear shifting into drive, she was halfway to the highway into town before she eased her foot from the accelerator and fell back to the posted 50 km per hour.

“You OK?”

“Lawrence saw me naked!” Caitlin said, her skin as red as her hair. Getting redder as anger steamrolled embarrassment. “Not soundproof enough! I can’t take you to bed ever again.”

“So long as I can take you to bed,” Richie said.

“What? Oh, yeah. The sex was great.”

“We’re still feeling each other out,” Richie said. “We’ll get better. So ... Do you know somewhere we can fuck on campus? Because we’ve got at least eighty minutes till class.”

“No...” Caitlin said. “Maybe one of the private rooms in the library?”

“I used to fuck Harper in those,” Richie said, looking out the window.

“Good, then we’ll fit fine!” Caitlin said, grinning. “Oh shit. I didn’t mean to say she was fat or anything. I don’t want her mad at me.”

“I don’t have to tell her,” Richie said. “The sex was great last night.”

“Good.”

“Are you alright, Flo?” Flo startled awake as the fingers clicked madly in front of her eyes. She looked up and saw her son’s father.

“Working too hard,” Flo said. “Thanks for coming over, Don. I feel like I fucked up as a mom or something.”

“Work then? It’s not Frankie, is it? It was sweet of you to take on my hopeless little brother when we started dating, but you don’t need to keep up the charade anymore.”

“He hasn’t really done anything to get fired over,” Flo sighed. “He shows up on time. Never appears high at work. Doesn’t harass the girls he ogles from time to time. I can’t just ax him.”

“OK,” Don said. “Maybe you need to do something for yourself. When’s the last time you went on a date? I know that smile; there is someone.”

“Maybe, but he’s not really date worthy,” Flo frowned.

“You could use that too,” Don said, the conversation died as Trevor walked out, rubbing his eyes and dragging his backpack. Don stepped over and lifted up his son. “There’s my guy!”

“Why do I have to go to your place now! It’s not Friday! I like my room here! Mom doesn’t make me eat so much vegetables.” Trevor grunted out in a series of angry barks.

“You should eat more vegetables,” Flo said. “Your dad’s right.”

“Mo~om!” Trevor said.

“It’s OK. Sometimes Mommy needs a break. You’ll be back here on Monday,” Don said, bouncing Trevor better up in his arm. That got the kid laughing. “Besides, I got better video games at least.”

“None of those really violent ones,” Flo said.

“Scout’s honor,” Don said, putting up the three-fingered salute.

“You were never a scout,” Flo said. She stood up and kissed her son.

“Why do you need a break from me?” Trevor asked.

Flo nearly broke down onto her knees. She kept it together until she was at the door. She waved as Don pulled away in his Subaru. She stepped back and fell against the closet doors.

“No, Don’s right,” Flo said. “I just need some real sex.”

Her mind went straight to Richie. The boy was squaring out in the shoulders. Oh my god, Flo was gonna be a cougar.

She roared like a lion and went back to bed, knowing she wouldn’t get to sleep until all the batteries in the house were dead.

Spread throughout the library were little green doors with small shaded windows. Inside, generally, were a plastic chair and a small desk. Caitlin’s bare ass sat on top of her economics book and Richie’s chemistry book. That lined her pussy up with his cock.

She had a mouthful of her red hair resulting in the occasional barking cough. Richie had long stopped asking if she was OK.

“You’ve got a tight little pussy,” Richie grunted. “I fuckin’ love it!”

Caitlin’s answer was just to spit out some of her orange hair. The spit slick stuff stuck to her freckles and new strands from her bangs crossed into her lips.

The books under her ass slid against each other. Her ass squeaked with the motion. She grabbed tightly on Richie’s shirt collar and flexed her bare toes behind Richie’s elbows. Her socks were stuffed in the collar of her own shirt. Richie’s little joke.

Her body twisted. Richie fucked her so differently than Jason. Caitlin burned under her skin for Richie. His touch was electric. It was as if his cock was perfectly designed for her. Plus she had a tight pussy; Harper probably didn’t.

She ground her teeth and spat out a bunch of hairs she clipped short. She was moaning, and slapping her tongue out beyond her lips to clear her mouth. She breathed through her nose, rippling the saliva glued hair that clung to it.

“Fuck! Fuck...” Richie grunted. “You gonna cum?”

“Plaz...” She muttered, trying to form the word she wanted.

“Then fucking cum, goddammit!” he barked. “I’m sick of holding back.”

Caitlin immediately squealed and squeezed her lips tight to keep from inhaling her bangs again. She hooked her ankles tight. Her back flinched with her muscles. She slid forward slamming her textbook straight into the top of his thighs, just below his swinging balls.

Richie gasped, shocked and startled. The near-miss broke his concentration and he hung on no longer.

“Caity!” he gasped in her ear. She responded with aftershocks. Her grip tightened in his shirt collar and she started to choke him. He grabbed her hand and shoved it into the wall over her head.

“Ugh,” Richie gasped, pulling his cock back and sloughing their spending onto her book.

Caitling moaned, and grabbed his hand. He stepped back and the book slid with him. She would’ve squealed if he didn’t pull her up. He had her wrist and her ass. She dangled, her toes barely pushing up off of the book between his feet. He kissed her hard.

They made out. A rhythmic scratch wriggled into their mind.

“What the hell is that?” Richie asked. “It’s been going on since we started, right?”

“I thought it was the table legs scratching the tiles.”

“Me too,” Richie said. The scratches were right on the other side of the door.

“Let me put my clothes back on!” Caitlin hissed as she pulled her socks from her askew bra. Richie didn’t react in time to her plea. He twisted the handle and pushed the door. There was a thud.

One rat went flying and five more rushed towards Richie’s feet. They were fat gray blobs, well fed from the waste in the cafeteria dumpsters.

Caitlin may not have screamed higher than Richie, but he did grab her and sling her over his shoulder as he rushed out and kicked the last rat back into the room. He slammed the door shut.

“What the fuck?” Richie said, holding his shoulder to the door. Caitlin slipped down to the carpeted main floor. She covered her ass with her left hand and her pussy with the right.

“Our clothes are in there,” she said.

“Excuse me? I heard girls screaming and--”

Caitlin squealed and Richie thrust her behind her as the elderly librarian cut through the shelves and saw them.

“The rooms aren’t for that,” she said, frowning with an eye twinkling. “Get yourself together and get out. I’ll be back up in three minutes. You need to be gone.”

Caitlin was huffing and puffing.

Richie was looking in through the window. The scratching to get back out had started again. He took a deep breath and grabbed the handle.

“What are you doing?”

“My magic beans are in there,” he said.

“I’ve never seen rats this close before,” Caitlin said.

“There are traps by the dumpster at work,” Richie said. “I had to throw some rats out, but never had to deal with them alive.”

“Oh my god.” Caitlin saw. She caught movement with her eye. She pushed herself closer to Richie. “Oh god! Other students!”

“And librarians,” Richie said. He took a deep breath and opened the study room door.

Nat chewed bubblegum and leaned against the blue painted brick wall of the East Building corridor. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she looked at the screen. An instant message from some chick.

“Hi, is this Natalie Jackson? Richie’s sister?”

She looked up to the door of the classroom that Richie was supposed to be inside. Though Nat hadn’t been able to find him all day. The little geek had never skipped a class in his life. She was really confused.

“Yeah, that’s me. Who are you?”

“Perla Gutierrez.”

“Who?”

“I’m a friend of your brothers.”

“Is he OK?”

“I dunno, I haven’t seen him since after work last night. I was hoping I could get his phone number.”

“You’re his friend without his number?”

“We work similar shifts. We see each other every day.”

Nat sighed. She looked at the clock on her phone. She had a minute to kill.

“He says he needs a topless selfie so he can verify it’s you.” If Nat had retractable claws they’d have been scratching her screen. “I’ll forward it to him and we’ll go from there.” There was no immediate ‘Fuck off’ reply.

She worried for a second, but figured he’d see this slut sometime before his next shift. It was easy enough to say, “What? My sister never said anything. She’s kind of a bitch.” She wasn’t really burning bridges. Besides, she had a party to throw tonight. Yeah, she licked her lips, tonight was Nat’s night. She’d--