by Alex Dawson
"Okay," he said, voice hoarse, "I'm all the way in. Tell me how I feel inside you."
"Full," she groaned, "Big, you feel really big. I feel stretched."
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"No," she said, promptly.
"That's good," he said, "Are you ready for me to move?"
She nodded, and felt him grab both of her hips and hold her steady, thrusting within her.
That didn't hurt at all, that felt amazing. The rest of her body was aching, but the more he thrust in and out of her virgin pussy, the less she cared.
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
"You like that?" he grunted, and she nodded.
"Take it harder," he ordered, and she gulped as he picked up the pace of the fucking,
It didn't take long for the deep dicking that she'd been craving for so long to send her over the edge, to give her that release that she'd begged him for.
"Oh, yes, yes, YES," she yelled, as Kenny fucked her through her orgasm and aftershocks.
"Fuck," she heard him grunt, and he pulled her back onto him, jerkily, only a handful of thrusts before he grunted and she felt his cock pulse within her.
"Fuck," he said again, and started pulling his cock slowly out of her body.
“That was so wonderful, Kenny,” she said, limp in her bonds. When he let go of her hips she fell slowly forward onto the bike.
He untied her and helped her off the bike and onto the floor, where they both sat together, naked and sated and slick with sweat.
When his phone beeped in his jeans, they both groaned before he fished it out and checked the screen.
“Shit,” he said, “Get dressed, now.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, reaching for the clothing she’d discarded.
“We need to get you back to the bar, now. Your mother has showed up with a cop,” he said.
Normally, she liked that he said things matter-of-factly, and never pulled punches with her, but this knocked the air out of her gut.
“My… mother?” she whispered.
“Yeah, I don’t know the details, Stew is stalling her,” he said.
“We have to get Laura from school and get her out of here,” she said, quickly, “We have to take her and run.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course!” Tina yelled.
“If that’s what you want to do, we can take my car,” he said, “but you don’t want to stand up to her? You want to run for the rest of your life?”
She paused, breathing hard.
“Of course not,” she whispered, “but she’s got the law, and Laura is her daughter, I did steal her.”
“Can she prove it?” Kenny asked.
Tina blinked, stalled halfway through getting dressed again.
“What do you mean?” she asked, hardly daring to hope that it could be that simple.
“Come on, let’s talk on the way,” he said.
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When they pulled up outside the bar, Tina’s heart dropped through her belly.
“Is that her?” Kenny asked.
Tina nodded, letting her blonde hair falling in front of her face again, like it used to when she was a child.
“Did you and Laura dress like that?” he asked.
Tina laughed, a little shakily.
“Yes, we would go out and walk in a line, identical blonde buns, calico from wrist to ankle,” she said.
“That’s fucking weird,” Kenny told her, “Your mother looks like someone off of Little House On The Prairie.”
The blonde woman standing next to the uniformed officer outside of the doors was thin, like Tina, and had obviously been pretty in her youth, but her face was lined and drawn, and her manner was stiff and cold.
Before she got out of the car, Tina shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and told herself that she could get through this in one piece.
The sound of the car door closing behind her felt as loud as a gunshot.
“Christina?” her mother asked, when Tina and Kenny got within earshot, “What has happened to the good girl I raised?”
The words, and her mother’s cold tone, cut through her like a knife.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said, simply.
“You show up, dressed like trash, on the arm of a strange man. You’ve probably given yourself to him like a whore, and I’m ashamed to have you as a daughter,” her mother hissed.
“This is Kenny,” Tina said, simply. Kenny reached out and squeezed her arm, comfortingly, and Stew nodded approvingly behind the backs of the pair of intruders into Tina’s happier life.
“Look, let’s just take this inside,” the officer said, looking bored and uncomfortable, “Kidnapping is a serious accusation, and I need to look for the girl.”
Stew shifted his massive bulk in front of the door, smiling in an almost-friendly way.
“I’ve told you, this is a private club, not a public establishment, and I do not have to allow you in without a warrant,” he rumbled.
“In a matter of kidnapping, I thought you’d want to cooperate,” the officer said, narrowing his eyes.
“I do, of course, I’m as worried about the safety of children as you are,” Stew said, “The little girl in question will get off the bus at that corner right there, not twenty-five yards from here. It won’t be long now.”
The officer rolled his eyes, but let it go.
“Christina, I’m afraid that the Lord will not allow me to bring you back home, you have cast your lot in with these sinners and you will be judged with them,” her mother said, abruptly.
The officer looked at her.
“Ma’am, I thought we were here for your two underage daughters,” he said.
“No, Christina is of age, and she is not welcome under my roof,” she said.
“I’m twenty-three, sir,” Tina told the officer.
Her mother gasped.
“Lying is a sin, you are eighteen years old, and you know it,” she said.
“I’m twenty-three,” Tina said, calmly, “and I’m tired of you trying to steal your granddaughter away from me. I am an adult and I am a perfectly competent parent. Would you like to see her birth certificate?”
Tina held the papers she had been clutching in her hand out to the officer, who took them, looking closely at the official-seeming documents.
Her mother gaped soundlessly at Tina in fury, her body going even tighter under her ill-fitting dress.
“How dare you, you little slut!” her mother raged.
Tina’s first impulse was to crumple and cry and beg her mother for forgiveness, but she looked around herself, at Stew, at Kenny, at the bar that had become her home, and she said nothing.
Instead, she looked at the officer and smiled, sadly.
Her mother stepped forward and fished a stack of photos out of her purse, which she branished at the officer.
“Look! I showed you these! Pictures of both girls playing as children,” she said, fiercely, “I told you that we do not have birth certificates, but we have all of these girls.”
Tina shrugged a little.
“I brought your granddaughter to see you before you started talking this way,” she said, “Of course Laurie was at your house.”
“Tina’s mother has been personally attacking her and our family for some time now, but we did not think that she would waste the time of a law enforcement officer,” Kenny put in.
The officer grunted.
Tina’s mother opened her mouth to protest further, but the school bus pulled into view with a clatter and squeak of tired parts.
The officer stood up a little straighter.
“Now,” he said, firmly, all business, “I would like you all to remain silent. I am going to speak with Laura, or Lauren, or whoever this little girl is, before any of you have a chance to confuse the situation.”
He strode forward and was waiting at the corner when Laura stepped off the bus, looking frightened.
The little girl stared at the group of adults outside the bar with naked fear on her face.
The officer squatted down and smiled at her, before saying something that none of them could hear.
“Lying and forgery are sins,” Tina’s mother hissed again, “You are all going straight to hell.”
“Maybe,” Stew rumbled, “but I’d think that your husband running off with your oldest girl is a sin, too, why aren’t you tracking them down with cops?”
“My husband and daughter are at home, where they belong,” the icy blonde woman said stiffly.
“If he’s there, she’s never going back,” Tina said in a furious whisper.
“The Lord will guide my children where they need to be,” her mother said, in her most saintly tone.
“I hope so,” Kenny murmured, and she glared at him.
Laura and the officer were smiling at each other. Tina hoped desperately that that was a good sign.
“How did you even find me?” Tina whispered.
“I got a phone call. One of your evil compatriots was moved by Jesus to tell me where you had taken my baby girl. His name was Logan, I believe,” she said, looking victorious.
Tina looked up at Kenny, wide-eyed with surprise.
“I’ll take care of it,” he promised. Tina saw that one of his fists was clenched.
Kenny slowly relaxed as the officer straightened and took Laura’s hand, leading her back over to the adults waiting anxiously.
“Look,” the officer said, abruptly, when he and Laura came back, “This is ridiculous. Neither of you has a story that adds up. You,” he said, pointing at Laura, “do not look old enough to have an eight-year-old daughter, and you,” he said, pointing at her mother, “have no paperwork that normal parents have to prove their kid is theirs.”
Both of the blonde women opened their mouths to protest.
“No,” he said, simply “I don’t want to hear it.”
The both fell silent.
“If either of you wants to take this to the courts and open a full investigation into the lives of all parties, fine by me,” he said, “but if you don’t, there’s not a lot you can do, legally. I’m going to give her to one of you, write a police report, and move on with my life. I probably should just put her in foster care, but I am convinced that one of you is the mother.”
Everyone there held still and watched the officer, mistrust on their faces.
“She isn’t an infant,” he continued, “she’s a big girl and she knows where she feels safe. With both of you having such flimsy stories, I listened to her.”
“Good,” Tina and her mother said at once, and glared at each other.
“What’s your name?” he asked, turning to Laura.
“Lauren,” she said, promptly.
Their mother gasped.
“Lauren, do you want to go home with Tina?” he asked.
“Yes, of course,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“All right, I think we’re done here,” he finished.
The officer stood aside, and Laura walked over to Tina, who dropped to her knees and threw her arms around the little girl, trying not to cry into her long blonde hair. She held her tightly, and Laura returned the hug for a long moment,
Tina’s mother turned on her heel and walked away, getting in her car without another word. Tina watched her go over Laura’s shoulder, feeling a surge of cold triumph.
The officer looked down at the embrace with a small smile on his face.
Kenny stepped up and held out his hand, and the officer shook it.
Tina disentangled herself from her sister, stood, and did the same.
“I’m not an idiot, you know,” the officer said.
“Sir?” Tina asked.
“If you’re twenty-three, so am I,” he said stroking his grey mustache and making a face at her, “You look sixteen.”
“I’m not sixteen,” she said quietly, not sure what to admit.
“If you don’t believe us, why didn’t you side with Tina’s mother?” Stew asked.
The officer huffed out a laugh.
“You heard her. All that crap about this one,” he said, nodding at Tina, “being a whore, and about Jesus leading her here with all of his righteous fury.”
Tina grimaced. That sounded like her mother, all right.
“I’ve seen people look that intense about religion, before,” the officer went on, “and I was afraid if I sent her home with that woman, she’d have ended up drinking the bitter Kool-Aid, or pregnant with some two-bit so-called prophet's baby by age fourteen. Couldn't have that on me.”
Tina smiled at him, a twisted, sad smile.
“I’m just glad she’s coming home with me,” she said, and the officer tipped his hat to her and turned away.
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Kenny looked at Laura, sleeping peacefully in the spare bed in Tina’s room over the bar.
“It looks pretty cramped for the two of you in here,” he said softly.
“We do fine,” Tina said.
“I have a spare bedroom, you know, if I move some crap out of it,” he went on, “How would you feel about living with me? You and Laura?”
“You’re asking me to move in?” Tina said quietly, turning in the doorway to stare at him, a small smile on her face.
“Actually, I was asking you to marry me,” he said.
Tina gasped.
“You’re serious?” she asked.
He pulled a ring box out of his pocket and opened it. A very small ring was nestled in foam, a simple pink diamond solitaire.
“Oh!” she said.
“Sorry about the pink, we can change that, but Laura was pretty convinced that you’d like it,” he said, grinning at her.
Tina laughed out loud, and then reached in the box and took the ring off, slipping it onto her finger.
“It’s perfect,” she said, “I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said.
They stood still in the doorway for another minute, both of them watching Laura continue to sleep in her rightful bed.
“I’ll take care of Logan for you,” Kenny said, abruptly shifting gears, “He won’t do anything like that to you again.”
“No,” Tina said firmly.
She looked up at him, anger showing through the joy that still lit her face.
“Leave him to me.”
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BOOK THREE
PAYING FOR IT
Farrah Joy slumped at her kitchen table. She was a pretty girl, with fresh skin and long honey-blonde hair. Her blue jean shorts were as tiny as they could be and not called panties, and she wore a little white tank top. She was barefoot, her pink toenail polish starting to chip.
She picked up the letter from the creditor, looked at the first line again, and dropped it on the worn wooden tabletop.
"What the fuck am I going to do, Benny?" she asked. Her dog whined and hunkered down under the table at Farrah's feet.
"Shit, you don't know," she said. "You're just a big, dumb, dog, aren't you, buddy?"
She reached under the table and petted him absentmindedly.
"Hey, watch who you're calling dumb," her roommate said, fiddling with the latch on the screen door and heading inside, letting the door slam behind her with a screechy thump.
She tried not to roll her eyes. "I was talking to the dog," she said, leaning back in the uncomfortable kitchen chair and putting her hands over her face.
"Oh, well, he is a stupid sack of bones, aren't you, handsome?" Monica said.
Farrah Joy nodded, hands still over her face, and Benny barked.
Her roommate tapped a toe on the floor. "What crawled up your ass and died, Fairy?" she demanded.
"Oh, leave me alone," Farrah said, "You know I hate being called Fairy."
"Fairy, Fairy, couldn't marry, because her feet were so-o-o hairy" Monica sang. Farrah Joy opened her eyes to watch Monica dance around the
kitchen and laugh at her.
