Chapter 80: Back into the frying pan

I know that look. You want to screw me until I can’t get hard again. This is just a test, I thought as Laurie said she only wanted to cuddle, after insisting we cuddle naked.

After I stripped and moved so I was at the back of the cubby, Laurie decided that I better be hard before we started cuddling so she could find what way worked the best to keep it from poking her uncomfortably when I got hard in my sleep. Exactly as I figured, my dick was the most comfortable for her pushed into the gap between her closed thighs from behind. My hand was pulled over a rock hard nipple. She lifted her leg to “reposition” my boner a few times as she wiggled her butt around. It was soon scientifically determined, through experimentation, that my dick was the most comfortable to her when pushed in between her pulled open pussy lips so the head snuggling up against her clit. This way she had a tight snug pussy lip bun holding my dick in place to keep it from accidently getting where I might push it in her butt. I noticed she never once said anything about it getting buried in her pussy.

Not sure how my pre-cum and pussy juice lubricated dick is going to be held snugly by your equally slick pussy lips, but anything you have it doing now is all you.

I don’t know what she did when I was asleep, but more than once I woke up to having my dick stroked hard to get back in her pussy lip bun. I woke up with my piss hard on now stuck to her pussy lips after our juices dried out once she finally went to sleep. I had to go and wasn’t going to piss in the bed. Problem was that Laurie was dead to the world. Shaking her didn’t work. Pinching her nipple only made her sigh between snores.

I thought rubbing her clit would help. It did. It helped her get off, hard, but still didn’t wake her up. Finally I reached down to pull my dick free. She just rolled over onto her stomach. I climbed over her naked with my shorts in hand. I barely made it to the bathroom in time to not piss everywhere. I put my shorts on before going back to my cubby. I wasn’t tired anymore, so I got my phone, wallet, and other things to go back in my pockets. I found some clothes that didn’t stink and stripped right there in the clothes cubby area.

I about jumped out of my skin when I heard, “Can you show me how to play with a boy’s penis to make it feel good for them?”

Damn how did she sneak up on me like that? Is my shield now blocking that little tickle of energy I used to feel when someone was coming up on me when I didn’t know it? Did I just ignore it?

It was one of the girls that had big cantaloupe sized breasts, narrow waist and nicely flared hips. She was fully dressed in pajamas, but unbuttoned her top as I watched so I could see her boobs.

“You don’t have to do that for me. I saw how you looked each time boys were looking at them before. If you want to play with me, then you can as long as we don’t get caught. Your cool fingers will make me pop wood,” I told her.

“Cocky aren’t you David,” she joked. “That wasn’t for you, it was for me. I have been horny all night long and these monsters rubbing my nipples on my satin top as I move around will make me really frustrated.”

Reaching down, she started exploring my dick like it was going to bite her. She jerked her hand away like it had burned her when it jumped a little while getting hard, asking if she hurt me. I told her it felt nice and encouraged her to keep going. After a few more minutes she had her curiosity satisfied and I pulled on some boxers. We watched each other dress and then I helped her hook the three hooks in the back of her monster bra. That impressed her more than I would have thought.

I mean come on, it is only a bra. Because most guys can’t figure out how to get them off in the dark, under your tight shirt, in a cramped closet while making out during seven minutes to heaven doesn’t mean we can’t hook them in the light.

We both fell back asleep looking up at the stars as we waited for the sunrise to start brightening the sky.

Both of us were still fully dressed when the bus pulled into a diner just off the interstate. They could handle our large group easily. Thing is I wasn’t sure I wanted to eat there after I saw how nasty the bathrooms were. Even rundown gas stations with unlocked outside bathrooms, where you need to bring your own toilet paper and towels to dry your hands, were cleaner. We were told that the busses were going to get fuel, have the waste tanks pumped out and water tanks filled while we ate. I know I didn’t want to even go in there to take a piss.

It is probably safer to go around back and piss in the bushes. Take my chances that a cop is hiding out there just waiting to catch someone pissing outside.

The food turned out to be better than I expected. It only had half the grease and a tiny bit of lard. We were going to be home in time for a late lunch at the rate we were travelling.

You know you are jinxing it David. You feel it coming now, don’t you?

The people serving us were really slow, so most of us did have to use the bathroom by the time we finished eating. Two girls did the tightly crossed leg shuffle toward the bathrooms. They shuffled right back out a few seconds later. Turns out all the toilets in the ladies room were either just too gross to even consider using or stopped up. I saw one that couldn’t wait grab her huge plastic drink cup and shuffle back to the bathroom. She came back embarrassed, but looking relieved.

Since our busses were still not back yet the teachers and chaperones took pity on us. Next door was an equally run down looking outlet shopping mall. At one time it must have really looked great. Now the pavement of the parking lot had weeds growing up in the overflow lots. Only the few hundred spaces right near the mall had been sprayed over with whatever that black stuff people use to seal their driveways. We were all told that we could only go to that mall and shop while we waited for the buses. No wandering off anywhere else.

Well if everyone had to go as bad as I do now, at least they were going to the mall too look for a bathroom first before wandering off to look for some bushes.

Inside the mall I was really surprised to see it was pretty much spotless. The floors were all mopped, waxed, and shiny. All the planters were neat with well pruned live trees and plants. Walls, benches, and store fronts looked to all have been freshly painted or kept up really well. Best of all, they had huge, clean and disinfectant smelling bathrooms on both floors. I heard the girls say theirs had sixteen stalls. The men’s room had six stalls with eight urinals.

Damn is that a full roll of ready to be used toilet paper and a full roll in the reserve side of something resembling real two-ply toilet paper? What’s the catch?

My skeptical side came out right off the bat. I made myself not see anyone or anything that was part of the bathroom. I looked for hidden cameras, but didn’t find any. Other than some gunk that got under the toilets in the back, I didn’t see anything that was out of place. I made myself see everything again.

Wandering around the mall was a treat in itself. Instead of off sized, three-legged jeans, impossible to button correctly shirts, and similar junk sold at the outlet malls near my home, the stores here were in a completely different class altogether. One store upstairs took a whole quarter of the mall. Outside, it looked like a junk store. Inside it was filled with every shape and size of stuffed animal you might find in those crane machines all over the U.S. In one place they had Georgia Bulldogs from little ones the size of a quarter to ones almost as tall as me. Professional baseball and football teams had at least twenty shelves each. Another area was dedicated to cartoon, manga, and anime plush toys. Then there was the teddy bear area, right next to the random animal area. Everything I had ever spent hundreds of my parent’s dollars trying to get by tossing a ring over some bottle at the fair, they had here for a few dollars. The huge five foot tall Ole Miss Rebel guy was only twenty bucks and looked worth every penny.

In other stores I found everything to fill the various gumball type machines at the front of the grocery stores. They even have various shapes and sizes of the different machines for sale. Another store was dedicated to any shape or size of glow sticks, glow wands, glow balls and anything else that had some sort of liquid that would glow when you snapped a capsule inside.

Next to it was a black light store. If it would glow under a black light, they had it. Most of it was things like crayons, paints, posters, and the black lights themselves. In the back they had more interesting glowing things. Underwear and bathing suits were no big deal. They sold neon underwear at Wal-Mart. Now body paints, crack pipes, vibrators, rubbers, nipple covers and all nature of things to make sex interesting was something else.

The biggest place I saw boy and girls going into looked like it was just boxes until I got inside. For any kid that wanted to know what the hell was in the vending machines in the bathroom for seventy-five cents, this was the place to get answers. That had cases and cases of every type of gas station vending machine novelties and rubbers. There was “Genuine Horny Goat Weed”, “Extenders”, “Pandora’s Box”, and “French Ticklers”. Off to the side they had a whole wall filled with every color and possible design for a regular rubber. On the back wall was a display for flavored condoms, edible panties, flavored lubes and various spermicidal foams. Over near the registers they had the crappy cologne, tiny light sticks, one use spray deodorants, and little things like that. Also by the register were small boxes of the sort of stuff that people could get individually instead of buying a whole case It was funny to listen to kids either asking what to buy, how they could hide it back home and if someone would loan them money to get something.

You have more condoms at home that will actually fit you and these are ones most likely to break anyway.

I was out sitting on one of the benches upstairs watching kids going into the black light and rubber stores when I got a shiver down my back. I couldn’t shake it so I to go outside and see if maybe there was a thunderstorm building close by. I didn’t feel like I had before at the hospital or clinic before a storm, but there was one in the middle of the night at the hotel and I never even noticed.

Right as I was maybe ten feet from the front door, I heard a girl screaming, “No. I don’t want to go in there. That place smells bad. Those people in there are scary! I’m not going to do it. I won’t! You can’t make me!”

Behind her there a lot of people yelling for her to stop, but she didn’t. I guessed she was having a temper tantrum like little kids do all the time. She would probably try to bite, kick, hit, and yell at me too, but if she made it out the door, she could run out into traffic. No way was she going to stop to look both ways from how she was acting right now. I moved myself to be where I might have the best chance to grab onto her somewhere to stop her until the people chasing her could catch up.

I set my feet slightly apart and waited like I was looking somewhere else. I kept my arms by my side, just like babysitters used to do to me to make me think they couldn’t get me. The girl was less than a foot in front of me and I was raising my arms when she dropped to the floor to slide between my legs. She was a lot stronger than I thought! Her hands grabbed my upper arms and twisted me so that I was between her and the people running towards us. They all looked like normal parents, aunts, or uncles. Mad parents, aunts, and uncles.

Looks can be deceiving David!

Right then I saw my goggles kick on to map the people lifting things that were aiming my way. I knew my shield would protect me, just not what may happened to the girl now using me as a human shield. My reaction wasn’t instant and I felt at least two areas of light pressure against my back as I was diving toward one of the planters with my left arm trying to pull the girl with me.

Somehow it worked. I think my shield got put over her like a force bubble that pulled her wherever I went. More bullets ricocheted off my shield as we made it that few feet to be behind some sort of cover.

The way the planters were designed, there was a small inset area where they would normally store the rolling watering can they used to water the plants when needed. Today it was gone. That is where I backed up into so the girl was protected on three sides by stone and the front by me. With my goggles I could see the people approaching quickly on both sides of us. Sirens were already getting close and I heard some shooting coming from back where these people had come as they chased the girl. Four of the people ran right past us for the doors and dove into a van that pulled up. The last two turned right towards us to start spraying bullets all over the planter. A few hit my shield and I heard the bullets hit the floor a little in front of me, but never felt them. The last shot was from a big handgun one of the men pulled out. I saw the green laser come on and the place in my head showed it aimed right at my heart. Subconsciously I twisted a bit. The bullet hit right into my cell phone. It hit so hard into my chest that I knew I was going to have a huge bruise. There may have even been a bit of blood from where it pushed into me.

What the fuck? I had fifty caliber BMG 50 rounds shot at me and didn’t even notice. This was a handgun. Shouldn’t my shield have blocked it?

I watched the van squeal off just seconds before cops squealed up.

“Marlene? Marlene,” a woman was yelling. “Get your ass out here right now girl or you will begging me to have your father whip your butt with a belt.”

That got me hit in the back, hard, as the girl, who I guess was Marlene, said, “If you aren’t dead then get off me already, jerk.”

She got her feet on my back and pushed me so hard out of where we were sort of hidden that I fell flat on my face

“You tore my new dress you wiener face,” the girl said as she wiggled out past me to run to whoever had been yelling for her. “That boy grabbed me and shoved me in a smelly hole then sat on me. I want him beaten and shot! Look what he did to my dress.”

Again, what the fuck?

I was getting to my feet when I saw the girl being dragged off by some woman surrounded by people carrying small machine guns with long clips. They weren’t as big as my MP5, but guns shoot bullets that kill people. Guns with long clips shoot lots of bullets to kill lots of people quickly.

When a deep, educated, well-mannered voice said, “Please accept my sincerest apologies for my daughters disrespectful, impolite, and ungrateful behavior. My wife has assured me that she will attend to instilling the proper discipline her governesses, head master, and nannies have failed to apply to date. You, sir, should have received a very grateful embrace and kiss of gratitude from Marlene for reacting quickly to prevent her imminent demise at the hands of unknown assailants. I shall not expect one of so few years to fully comprehend the gravity of this encounter or the physiological effects it has upon your body. I ask that you humor me for the briefest period of time to permit one of my staff to check you for possible injuries you may not be aware of presently.”

Yeah, right. Going to shock the hell out of them I bet.

I got a message in my goggles from Paula saying, “Let them check you out. Steve will be here in five. Don’t say a single word to anyone that is not related to the quick exam. Only then give one-word answers where possible. It is going to be a bit hairy here for a bit.”

A woman guided me to the bench just to the side of the watering can storage opening. Before I was told to sit down, she quickly looked me over from head to toe, front to back. I saw her point to three burn places on my shirt, two holes, and then my shirt pocket.

“Oh shit. Not my new phone! I just got it! Damn it! I don’t even have it synced to the cloud yet,” I said as I pulled out my now destroyed phone.

Right in the middle of the phone was most of the bullet the man had shot at me right before he ran out the door. It had gone through the phone and pushed out enough to rip open the mil-spec case the treasury department woman had put on my phone. Those sharp points had pricked my skin just enough to make blood run down an inch or two before it started to scab up.

The woman helped me remove my shirt to check me out further. My goggles soon showed an image from a cell phone camera pointed at my chest. It showed a big area the size of my phone that was already turning a bit black. Where the case had ripped open I had the little scabbing over places. I was just a little sore when she pushed, but I knew already there were no bones broken. Paula was just off to the side watching everything as she texted and spoke to someone on her phone via her Bluetooth headset.

“Kid you need to go have someone buy you a lottery ticket. The odds of only getting a bruise, torn clothing and some minor lacerations from as many rounds that were shot at you is nearly impossible,” the woman told me.

I shrugged and complained, “Yeah. Just my luck. Here I try to stop a kid having a tantrum from running out into traffic. What do I get for my good deed? People shooting at me with machine guns and then getting kicked to the floor by the same kid that I was trying to keep from running outside. Then she starts yelling at me for being a meat shield as people shot at her. To top it all off, my parents are going to be pissed that I have lost or destroyed two phones in less than a month.”

“I don’t believe you will have any problems having your phone replaced with the most expensive one they make, with the paired smart watch and any bells and whistles you could ever desire,” the woman told me.

Before she could say anything else the man was escorted off by his men toward where his daughter had gone. Police started coming in right then. From there it was a zoo. I was taken off first to an ambulance to get checked out, again. The woman that checked me inside was nowhere to be seen. When the paramedics decided I only had some cuts and a bruise, I was “escorted” to a mobile command unit van for a video-taped interview. Well that was their plan anyway. Paula intervened.

“Officer, unless you are arresting this minor, you will not be permitted to question him until such a time as a parent or legal guardian arrives to be present during questioning. He is not to be removed from this premises or placed within any form of government vehicle unless you have placed him under arrest,” Paula spouted off, or that is the best I could understand of what she said to them in her official, grown-up voice.

It was at least enough to make all of the police around us stop to turn toward her.

The cop walking with me asked, “Young lady, you may believe you know everything about police matters from what you see on television and you would be wrong. At this time the subject is a person of interested in an attempted murder of the American Samoa Ambassador to the Cook Island’s daughter. Eye witnesses said he attempted to abduct the child right as the suspected hostile parties were in pursuit. Gunfire erupted only after the girl avoided his grasp. We have yet to ascertain if he is a suspect or bystander. Please now run along to join the rest of the children being interviewed. I believe they have a doll store you can go play in while you wait.”