"So how's it going so far, Alicia?" asked Jenny as she leaned her head on Janet's shoulder. "Were any of your customers women?"
"No," said Alicia emphatically.
Teri was again seated next to Alicia. "I hate to tell you this," said Teri, "but you probably won't get any female customers. If you want pussy, you have to get it from another slave."
"I don't want pussy," said Alicia in an exasperated voice. "And I'm not a lesbian."
"You sure put on a great act the last time we were together," said Jenny giggling.
"Really Jenny?" asked Teri excitedly. "What did she do?"
"Oh," said Jenny, feigning modesty, "I really shouldn't say. I don't want to make Janet jealous."
"Alicia," whispered Teri, "what room are you in?"
"Never mind," said Alicia. "I've never had sex with a girl in my life." She turned her head and faced Jenny. "And that includes this little whore."
Janet was on the verge of violence when Jenny stopped her.
"It's OK, honey," said Jenny sweetly. "She's just mad because it's you and me instead of her and me."
Janet took her cue like an expert. "I understand, beautiful." She gave Jenny a kiss.
For the rest of the meal, Jenny remained silent as Alicia loudly denied she was a lesbian. The felons, led by Teri, laughed so heartily that Alicia was nearly in tears at the end of the meal.
Alicia's difficulties were a pleasant diversion for Jenny and Janet, but not enough to keep their minds off their impending escape. Maurice visited Jenny and Janet on Friday evening and informed them that all was set. He had spoken to their parents and, not surprisingly, found them eager to assist him. His plan was simple. On Saturday evening, after the escorts had left, he would bring the slave who worked in receiving to cut the slaves' hair. To keep from arousing suspicion, he would explain that the haircuts were a punishment. After the older slave left, he would bring some boys clothing for Jenny and Janet. The three of them would then sneak out of DiMarcos through the employees' entrance, meet the parents, drive to the airport, and fly out of the country.
Saturday passed slowly for Jenny and Janet. The visits from an escort and Richard were almost a welcome distraction. After dinner, Jenny and Janet waited anxiously for Maurice.
As promised, he appeared with an older slave in tow. She was perplexed when Maurice ordered her to cut the BB's hair short, but Maurice made enough snide comments about the BB's misbehavior to convince her that the haircuts were a punishment. After she finished, Maurice left with her and returned in a few minutes with clothing. Jenny and Janet felt very strange donning clothes, especially the tight elastic bands which were designed to hold in their breasts. After stepping into the overalls, though, and dressing their feet in the tennis shoes provided by their parents, they examined each other and thought that each looked somewhat boyish. Baseball caps completed their ensemble.
Maurice pronounced the disguises perfect. Jenny and Janet gave each other a skeptical look but only shrugged. Jenny, now convinced that her master was really going to get both her and her lover out of DiMarcos, was suddenly seized by excitement.
"Master," she whispered, "have any slaves escaped from DiMarcos before?"
"Not that I know of," answered Maurice. "Wait here."
He stepped outside room six, surveyed the larger room that contained it, then went back inside.
"OK," he said, taking a deep breath. "This is it. Just walk along with me like we're buddies."
The three began strolling across the BB's section of DiMarcos. They had taken no more than twenty steps when they heard the door at the far end of room open. Maurice turned and made out the figure of a security guard.
"Shit," he muttered. "I just saw that guy walk through here. What's he doing back already?"
Since flight would surely arouse suspicion, Maurice told Jenny and Janet to stand fast while he went to greet the security guard.
"Maurice," said the guard as soon he recognized him. "You still here?"
"Yeah, just letting a couple of boys have some fun with my slave. You know," he said with a knowing wink, "first time for both of them."
The guard was skeptical. In the distance he could see Jenny and Janet but could not clearly make them out.
"That a fact?" he said. "I forgot to turn out some lights when I was passing through. Must be getting old."
"Hey, happens to all of us," said Maurice. "Have a nice night."
Maurice returned to the spot where Jenny and Janet were waiting. "OK," he said, "this isn't good but I think we can still get out of here. Just walk with me like you're not in a hurry."
The slaves flanked Maurice as they walked toward the exit. The security guard watched them, then noticed that Maurice's companions had hips that swayed in a decidedly unmasculine fashion.
"Just a moment, Maurice," he called out.
Maurice stopped and told Jenny and Janet to do the same.
"What are you going to do, master," whispered Jenny frantically.
"You'll see," said Maurice.
"Let me have a look at those two boys," said the security guard as he approached.
"Sure, Eddie," said Maurice, as he turned around.
As soon as Maurice turned, he decked Eddie with a crashing right hook. Maurice immediately grabbed his hand and bent over in pain.
"Shit, he's got a hard jaw for such an old guy," he said grimacing. "Come on, you two, help me drag him over to Jenny's room."
Maurice dragged the security guard by one arm toward room six while Jenny and Janet tried to hold up the other arm. As they dragged Eddie along, a slave peeked out of her room before venturing out to visit another BB. Her attention was immediately arrested by the interesting sight of a large man and what looked like two boys dragging a security guard across the floor. She crept out far enough to see them enter Jenny's room. Puzzled, she crouched by the entrance to her room.
Maurice bound the security guard as quickly as he could. To keep the guard from crying out once he regained consciousness, Maurice ripped a pillowcase in half and gagged him.
"I don't know how this is going to help us much," said Maurice. "As soon as they notice that Eddie hasn't come back, they'll come looking for him. We're screwed if they find him within an hour. Let's go while we can."
Maurice, Jenny, and Janet left room six and quickly strode toward the exit. The slave who had espied them as they dragged the guard watched as they walked past her room toward the exit. Their haste, and the sway of hips, turned a light on. She darted up behind them as they neared the exit.
"Hey!" she said.
Startled, Maurice, Jenny, and Janet turned around.
"Just as I thought," hissed Teri when she recognized Jenny and Janet. "You guys are trying to escape. Take me with you."
Maurice was immobile for a moment, but then he lunged at Teri. Too agile, she easily avoided his grasp. "Take me with you or I'll scream and you'll all be caught," she said threateningly.
Maurice could see his plans falling apart before he even managed to get Jenny and Janet out of the building. Haste now being his only hope, he unwillingly agreed.
"OK," he said, "follow us."
Teri followed a few feet behind as Maurice led Jenny and Janet by the darkened employee lounge, through a locker room, a door, a short hallway, and finally a door that opened onto a street. Parked on other side of the street, Jenny and Janet recognized their parents' cars.
Maurice led the three slaves across the street and told them to crouch on the sidewalk, using the cars as concealment. Then he went to the passenger side of Mr. Marsten's car which was parked in front of Mr. Fouchet's.
"We're in deep shit," said Maurice as he leaned his head inside the window. "A security guard saw us as we were leaving. When they find him, they'll call the cops. I don't think it's safe to go to the airport."
Mr. and Mrs. Marsten, unaccustomed as they were to flying from the law, were speechless. Maurice hadn't expected them to make any helpful suggestions, but not knowing what to d
o himself he could only look on dumbly. "Maybe we could drive north and get into Canada," he finally suggested.
"Canada!" exclaimed Mr. Marsten. "That's over four hundred miles away."
"I know," said Maurice as he looked back and saw Janet excitedly embracing her mother outside Mr. Fouchet's car, "but we've got to do something. I'm going to jail if we're caught."
After some hurried discussion, it was decided that the Misters Marsten and Fouchet, Maurice, Jenny, Janet, and Teri, would attempt to drive to Canada. Mrs. Fouchet and Mrs. Marsten bid hasty farewells to their daughters, and the fugitives piled into Mr. Marsten's car and sped off. Jenny sat in the front seat between her father and Maurice, while Mr. Fouchet was flanked in the back seat by Teri and his daughter.
Mr. Fouchet was completely nonplussed to find himself sitting next to a naked woman. Teri did nothing to settle him.
"Hey there, stud," she said turning to Mr. Fouchet, "looks like we're going for a ride."
Janet would have cheerfully reached across her father's lap and strangled Teri, but her father was too large an obstacle.
"You shut up," said Maurice turning around to Teri. "And take off that damned collar and those bracelets. If we get stopped, you'll give us all away."
"Woo who," shouted Teri. "Like driving around with a naked chick isn't enough? I'm in for twenty-five years anyway. They can't do anything more to me."
"If a red light goes on behind us, I'll wring your neck before we get pulled over," said Maurice.
"Not before I do," shouted Janet vehemently.
"See here," said Mr. Fouchet, suddenly finding himself between competing death threats, "calm down. Janet," he said sternly, turning to face his daughter, "you're not going to kill anybody."
The silence that followed Mr. Fouchet's admonition was broken by Mr. Marsten.
"Could somebody tell me where to go? I can get us out of town, but I really don't know the best way."
"Won't make any difference if you do," sneered Teri. "As soon as the cops find out what car we're driving, they'll be on us like stink on shit."
Lovely simile, thought Mr. Marsten. "Maurice, which way should we go?" he asked.
Maurice had no idea. When he said nothing, Jenny gripped his hand. "Master, which way do we go?" she asked frantically.
"What did you call him?" asked Mr. Marsten turning to Jenny.
"Master," said Jenny, as if Maurice couldn't be addressed any other way. "Why?"
"Oh, gawd," Mr. Marsten grumbled. "Come on, Maurice, which way?" he asked again.
"Just drive north," said Maurice. "Don't use the freeway, though. We're less likely to be spotted on secondary roads, I think."
"We'll never get away in this car," Teri said musically. "But," she said, pausing for effect, "I can give us at least a chance of getting away."
"You shut up," said Maurice.
"OK," said Teri, "I'll shut up and just wait for the cops."
Maurice stewed for a minute, then turned around to face Teri.
"How?" he asked.
"Well," said Teri, "I happen to have a few close, personal associates who live about a hundred miles from here. If we can make it to their place, they might be willing, in exchange for some consideration, to drive us to Canada. Since the cops won't be looking for their van, we shouldn't have any trouble."
Maurice pondered. "How much consideration?"
"I can't speak for them," said Teri. "How much is jail time worth to you?"
Jenny and Janet were strained to the limit by the talk of being caught. Janet was the first to explode.
"Shit," she said, "I can't stand this fucking thing around my tits." She unfastened the bib of her overalls, ripped off her shirt, and freed her breasts. "Oh, gawd," she said leaning back, "that fucking thing was about to kill me."
Mr. Fouchet was too shocked to speak.
"Nice disguise, Janet," said Teri laughing.
Mr. Marsten looked at Janet in the rear view mirror. His eyes nearly popped out.
"Jenny," he said, "you keep your clothes on."
"Daddy," said Jenny, "I haven't worn anything for weeks. This thing is murder." She unbuttoned her overalls and her shirt, reached inside the shirt and pulled up the elastic band.
"Janet," said Jenny, "are you OK?"
"Yes, beautiful," said Janet, "but I wish I was sitting next to you."
Mr. Marsten and Mr. Fouchet both opened their eyes very wide.
"Oh, gawd," said Teri, "the carpet munchers are horny."
"What?" shouted the Misters Marsten and Fouchet in unison.
"Daddy," said Jenny, laying a hand on her father's leg, "just drive. OK?"
"All right, slave," said Maurice, turning to address Teri. "Where do your friends live?"
"Just keep going north," said Teri. "We'll get there. But I should call them first and let them know we're coming. If we show up unexpectedly, they won't be happy. Got a phone?"
Maurice got a very bad feeling as he handed Teri his phone. He wasn't comforted when he heard Teri's end of her phone call.
"Hey, this is Teri. Let me talk to Thud."
"Thud, you big prick, this is Teri. How ya doing?"
"I busted out with a couple a lesies and their master."
"Yeah, can you believe it? Anyway, we're headed your way and we were hoping you could drive us up to Canada."
"Yeah, but there's money in it."
"I don't know. Whatever they've got. They look like they're rich, though. And you can ball the muff divers on the way. Grab a few beers. We'll have a party."
The fathers' were stupefied.
"In about an hour and a half."
Teri hung up the phone and handed it back to Maurice.
"We're on," she said.
"Just a minute," said Mr. Fouchet. "Did you tell the man you were talking to that he could have sex with my daughter?"
"Yeah," said Teri. "So what?"
"Young lady," said Mr. Fouchet, trying to contain himself, "my daughter is no longer a slave and she certainly does not intend to have sex with anyone named Thud."
Teri laughed out loud.
"That does it," said Mr. Fouchet angrily. "Stop the car. I'm going to throw this woman out."
Teri laughed again. "Go ahead," she said. "When the cops pick me up I'll help them find you. I might get a few years shaved off when you're caught."
Mr. Fouchet seethed. "My daughter is not going to satisfy the sexual desires of some hooligan."
Teri could barely contain herself. "If he was only a hooligan," she laughed, "he wouldn't be hiding out in a trailer in the middle of nowhere."
After Teri had thus ingratiated herself with Mr. Fouchet, the fugitives said nothing. Maurice knew nothing about escapes, but he did know that Mr. Marsten's car would surely be recognized and stopped long before it reached the Canadian border.
"All right," he said quietly. "Listen. We won't have a prayer if the cops stop us. We've got to get another car. We can steal one or let the slave's friends help us. Which is it gonna be?"
Except for Teri's snickering, the car was silent.
"I'm with Mr. Fouchet," said Mr. Marsten. "I'm not going to let some crook have sex with my daughter."
While the fathers failed to notice that Jenny and Janet had remained silent during the argument, Maurice did not. He knew that neither Jenny nor Janet would object to a little sex if it meant freedom. He couldn't find words delicate enough to meet the crisis. He put his arm around Jenny.
"Jenny," he whispered.
"Yes, master," replied Jenny, loud enough for her father to hear.
"Will you please stop calling him master?" asked Mr. Marsten angrily.
"Take it easy, daddy," said Jenny. She listened as Maurice whispered to her, then nodded her head.
"I think we should take a chance on Teri's friends. What do you think, Janet?" she asked.
"Fine with me," said Janet.
Both fathers cried out in protest.
"Daddy," said Janet, "it's not a big deal. I'd screw
a hundred guys if they'd get me out of the country."
Mr. Fouchet groaned aloud. "I can't believe this," he said.
"Hell, make it two hundred," said Janet. "Just get me to Canada."
"Woo who," Teri shouted. "The party's on. Hey," she said turning to Mr. Fouchet, "you can fuck me if you want. We'll let the other two guys have the clit lickers."
Mr. Fouchet and Mr. Marsten simmered but fell silent as the car continued north. Jenny and Janet became drowsy and each leaned their head on the nearest shoulder. After driving for an hour, Teri leaned forward.
"Up ahead we have to cut over to the freeway. Turn left first chance you get."
"Isn't there a less traveled road we can use?" asked Mr. Marsten.
"Nope," said Teri, "but we only have to stay on the freeway for a few miles."
Mr. Marsten jogged over to the freeway, then turned north again. He stayed in the right lane and blended with the traffic, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. When Teri instructed him to take the next exit, he looked in his rear view mirror and heaved a sigh of relief.
After exiting, he turned left at the stop sign and crossed over the freeway. He passed a well-lighted gas station and followed the two-lane road ahead of him. Seeing no other traffic, he relaxed.
"OK," said Teri, "the road we want is about fifteen miles ahead on the right. We've got it made from here."
CHAPTER XX
Mr. Marsten noted his odometer reading and also made sure he wasn't exceeding the speed limit. About a mile before the point where Teri estimated they should turn, a police car sped by in the opposite direction. Teri quickly turned around and watched the car. She saw the brake lights go on.
"Oh, shit," she said. "I think that pig wants to check us out."
Jenny and Janet woke up and all heads, except Mr. Marsten's, turned to watch the policeman.
"Turn around," said Teri, as she faced front and slid down in her seat. "If we're all looking at him, he'll stop us for sure."
The policeman caught up with the fugitives, but did not turn on his siren. His presence was enough to make everyone, except Teri, very nervous.
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