Chapter 4

Fran's friend was back and sitting on the end of the couch when the beers showed up. They were a brand Renee had never seen before--Double X--and in the long slender bottles the Mexicans seemed to favor. Alex paid for them and handed her one.

Renee realized that she hadn't gotten one for Fran. Looking over, she saw she already had a beer in her hand and was getting cozy with her friend. His hand was resting on the firm skin of Fran's thigh partly under her skirt.

Hastily, Renee looked away. There would be enough recriminations for this night without seeing something she didn't have to see.

She sipped on the white froth. Unconsciously, she compared the foam to the white juice that had escaped from the prostitute's mouth to dribble down her chin. The bitterness of the beer and the shock of the thought almost choked her. Hastily Renee gulped, clearing her mouth and throat of the fluid.

In the center of the room, the Mexican had taken his position again and held his hands up for quiet. "The show, she will begin again," he leered.

The bleached blonde and the smaller girl walked out again. Renee thought of her own twitching slit and sympathized with the missing girl. She probably wouldn't be in any shape to do anything for quite a while.

Then she was being drawn back into the role of spectator, despite her efforts to lift herself from the show, to become dispassionate about it.

It seemed that the Mexican was almost subdued as the second pert of the show started. His hands were gentle as they played with the two women who, after a while, pushed and shoved each other to receive his attention. Finally, the blonde shoved against him, throwing her arms around his neck, grinding her hips against his.

His hands slid down her rear. Renee watched breathlessly as he forced her with his hands to open her legs

The prostitute's rear was pointing directly at Renee and she could see everything. Enough to make her blush.

Dipping between the blonde's legs, the Mexican's hands were gently spreading her own juices over her. Despite the white shimmer of the girl's hair on top of her head, her pubic hair was midnight black.

His fingers in her cunt were exciting the girl. She started swaying her hips, trying to dig his hands into her but he ignored her urgency, continuing to lubricate her with almost soft strokes of his hands.

It wasn't enough. Throwing her legs up and around his hips, the girl squeezed against him.

For a moment, the Mexican played with the cheeks of her butt, squeezing them and twisting, making her mew with pain and pleasure. And then he hiked her up his body and his huge, long rod was exposed, pointing at her unprotected bottom.

With his hands he pulled her cunt wide open until Renee saw the tender pink walls inside the girl's lips and then he was lowering her on his spike.

She screamed when it first plunged into her. Seconds later she was wriggling and bucking, trying to slide down the pole faster.

Renee's hand unconsciously went between her own legs. She could almost feel that huge prick forcing itself inside her, rubbing and tearing at her passage. It was so dark brown, jabbing into the girl's white meat.