Parker: Fore Closure 1

mmmmmmmmmmmmatmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmHe sits down at the computer and turns it on.

A couple of antacid tablets and a large glass of milk, to deal with the indigestion which had left him sleepless the night before and had provided him with an excuse to leave work at lunch, sit on the desk beside the computer.

He checks his watch.

Almost four hours before his wife would arrive home from work. He smiles. Plenty of time to finish the latest story. Maybe he'd even have time to proof it.

He pops one of the tablets and washes it down with milk.

The start up routine finally ends. He starts WP51, calls up file "P29.DOC" and starts to type...

The first, wind-scattered drops struck the hood and roof of the rental car with a hollow, metallic thump, the distant drum taps of the swiftly approaching rainfall army, blowing quickly in behind the gutted, black rolling thunderclouds. Elaine Mayfield fought back a sob of anger and frustration as she glared helplessly at the dead automobile. Less than an hour outside of the town of Harrisburg, and the stupid rental car had sputtered and coughed it way to uselessness, rolling to a quiet halt in the bog middle of nowhere.

Piece of shit!

And that idiot mechanic back in Harrisburg obviously hadn't helped matters. She'd had the asshole check the oil and top up the gas tank and all that arcane mechanical stuff, just to avoid having the car break down like this.

Cursing under her breath, the young woman brushed a stray, wind-driven lock of brown hair from her face and looked up and down the road.

No one.

Not surprising, given that she was on one of the obscure gravel backroads that twisted and wound its torturous way along the fringes of the swamp. She shook her head in frustration as a sudden gust of warm, storm wind again blew another lock of brown hair into her face.

More drops...

Elaine sighed, turning her face away from the rain. She couldn't blame that decision on anyone else. If she hadn't wanted to spend an extra night with Richard - her fiance - back in the city, she would have flown upstate the night before and woken up in Manning, ready for court. And it wouldn't have been necessary to take a backroad "shortcut" instead of the Interstate. As it was, she was already late for the first stop on the four day trip the senior associates dubbed "Foreclose Run". The bi-annual swing though the small county courthouses in the outlying regions of the state, bringing dozens of short, simple motions for foreclosure on behalf of the big city banks that, through countless low risk, high return loans, almost literally owned most of the real property in the area.

Standard "pay your dues" fare for young associate lawyers.

And this trip was no exception. The trunk of her defunct rental car held three barristers bags full of thin folders, each one containing a clip with half a dozen precise, neatly typed court documents headed "Notice of Foreclosure". By the end of the four day run, over two score families would no longer own the land they'd put up as collateral. That is, if she even made it to Manning in time for court. The way things were looking, she wouldn't even get started.

Elaine shook her head as another gust of pungent wind blew by, this time bringing with it new reserves of rain. Dull thunder rumbled and shook in the distance. The young lawyer glanced helplessly up and down the road and then turned to get back to the silent car. At least it would protect her from the...

Lights...

Headlights were approaching from the direction of Harrisburg. Elaine squinted through the wind, a smile of relief on her face. Her luck was changing...

"... and I have to be in Manning before noon." By the end of her explanation, Elaine was leaning over, half shouting over the wind.

The car had turned out to be a beaten up, rusted old Chevy, not uncommon in these parts. It had rolled to a ponderous halt next to the silent rental car after the young lawyer had waved it down. The passenger windshield had rolled slowly down, revealing the face of a young man in his late teens or early twenties, with long, dirty blonde hair and a splotchy complexion. "Yeah? Whaddya want?" One of his front teeth was missing.

For some reason, he looked vaguely familiar.

Elaine leaned down to explain. Two other people were in the car. A woman in her mid-forties - the boy's mother, Elaine guessed - and a teenage girl in the back seat. A sister? The older woman glanced over and gave a wan, empty smile. The teenage girl just stared in silence, dark eyes squinting in squalid intensity.

"Uhmm...". Elaine felt suddenly unsure of herself. Maybe she should wait... but for what? Shaking off her unease, the young lawyer launched into her story, ending with "... in Manning by noon."

The woman looked thoughtful for a second, slowly working her jaw in concentration. "C'mon, ma," the boy said. "We can take her."

Finally, the woman spoke: "Well... why not? She don't look like trouble. And we're going into Manning anyhow. Hop in."

"Great. Thanks." Elaine pushed a strand of wind blown hair out of her face and gestured towards the silent rental. "I just have to get some bags from my car. Can I put them in your trunk?"

This time the boy answered. "Sure." He pushed his door open. "I'll help."

The young lawyer opened the back door of the rental car and watched thankfully as the young man pulled out the three cases full of legal documents and quickly stuffed them into the rusted truck of his mother's car. The rainfall got heavier while he worked and, when the teenage girl opened the car door and shouted "c'mon in", Elaine accepted gladly, and joined her inside the Chevy. She settled down in the seat while the boy finished loading and then slammed the trunk shut.

"My name's Becky," the girl said. "That's my Ma in the front and my brother Bobby outside."

"I'm Elaine." A gust of wind splattered rain against the car window. "I really appreciate this," she said gratefully as the wind increased. "I don't know what..."

"All done." Elaine stopped talking, startled, as the young man opened the back door and slid into the seat beside her. "Shove over," he ordered, pushing her into the middle of the seat. Flustered, the young woman slid over until she was sitting in the middle of the seat between Bobby and Becky.

Bobby slammed the door shut. "Let's go," he called out.

The car began to move.

He sits back, rereading the last couple of paragraphs. Did it go too quickly? Maybe he should have built up into Bobby going into the back seat a little more.

He reads it again and shrugs.

Close enough. Maybe he'll give it one more rewrite.

He picks up the other antacid tablet and swallows it, finishing the milk. If anything, the indigestion was getting worse.

He starts typing again...

Uncomfortable, Elaine sat in silence, staring straight ahead as the car slowly picked up speed. Outside, the rain had begun its onslaught in earnest, thrumming and slapping wildly at the car in opaque, watery sheets. Between the caked mud of the windows and the heavy rainfall, it was all but impossible to see more than a few feet out of the car.

"That's a right fine set of clothes yer wearin'." The teenage girl - Becky - reached over and touched Elaine's blue jacket. "Are you rich?"

The young lawyer smiled. "No, I'm not. I have to dress this way for work."

"It's purty." The blonde teenager ran an admiring hand down the sleeve and then reached over to touch the skirt. Elaine had to stop herself from flinching away when she saw the girl's dirty hands. "I wish I had clothes like that."

"Awww... a tomboy, like you?" Bobby called out, laughing. "You'd just look dumb. This here's a real lady."

Becky pulled her hand away. "Ma..." she whined.

"Bobby, you just leave your sister be," the mother called out from the front seat, keeping her eyes on the road. "You know better than that."

Bobby sniggered.

Elaine sighed and, as unobtrusively as possible, tried to slide a little closer to Becky and a little further from Bobby. A brief silence settled over the occupants of the car as the deep thrumming of the rain continued. The woman had started up the windshield wipers, but they seemed to be doing little more gathering mud from the side of the windows and smearing it liberally over the entire pane. Worse than useless.

The young lawyer shifted in her seat and adjusted her collar. It was starting to get very warm and stuffy inside the car. She stared blankly out the window, her thoughts drifting, lulled by the warmth and the thrumming of the rain on the roof of the car. It looked like she'd still miss the morning session at the Manning courthouse, but that wasn't a disaster. She could...

She felt something against her leg!

Elaine looked down. It was Bobby. He'd moved over in his seat until he was right beside her, his jeans pressing up against her skirt and his shoulder against her own. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it and, as unobtrusively as possible, she edged away, moving even closer to Becky.

He frowns, sitting back in his seat. Hadn't he just used the phrase "as unobtrusively as possible"? A brief review of the earlier page reveals that he did.

He makes a mental note to go back and get that later.

He wants to get at least a first draft behind him...

Bobby reached down and put his hand on her leg.

That was enough. "Excuse me!" Elaine reached down to push it away, but with no success.

"Becky's right," he grinned, squeezing her leg beneath the skirt. "That's a right fine outfit."

"Take your hand away. Now!"

Bobby sniggered.

Elaine began to feel real fear.

"I said..."

The young woman fell silent as Bobby reached over beside the seat and pulled out a long, wicked looking hunting knife. She watched, wide eyed, as Bobby brought the blade over and, leaning down, placed it against the inside of her leg, below the skirt.

Oh god. "No..."

"Shhh..." Bobby hushed her as he slowly slid the edge of the blade up her leg, pushing the her skirt up over her trembling knees. Finally, the knife rested against the inside of her thighs. "Y'want somethin' from me," Bobby told her. "Y' ask nicely. Got it?"

Elaine just stared.

Bobby frowned. He jerked the knife away from her thighs, raised it above his head and plunged it into the back of the front passenger seat. "Got it?"

Elaine nodded, eyes wide.

Bobby sniggered. "Good. Now, you was sayin'?"

P... please... don't..." Elaine's voice trembled. She couldn't take her eyes off the knife. "P-please, take your hand away."

Bobby chuckled and removed his hand.

Elaine sighed, but her relief was short lived.

"Becky," he called, shifting back in his seat and moving his legs apart. "C'm over here. Yer brother's got a hard one." The young lawyer's jaw dropped with surprise as the teenage girl sighed and pushed herself out of her seat to climb over her.

"Sorry, ma'am," the girl muttered. "He's got a temper." The girl pulled herself up over the stunned lawyer and slid to her knees on the floor in front of her brother. Bobby spread his legs even further apart as his sister inched forward and then reached out to pull down his zipper. Elaine opened her mouth to... but remained silent as the teenage girl slipped her brother's cock free from his pants. It was huge... long, thick... roped with heavy, twisted veins... throbbing...

Becky sighed and looked up at her brother.

"Go ahead," Bobby urged her. "Y'know what to do." Becky dropped her gaze and moved her head forward, mouth open...

Elaine felt a surge of horror. She couldn't...

"No. Don't... It's..."

Becky looked up, her blue eyes glistening. Smirking, Bobby looked over at the horrified young woman on the seat beside him. "First y'get me all hot and bothered, and now you don't want her to suck me?"

Elaine shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

"Well ok then," Bobby continued. "You do it."

"What?"

"Someone's gonna suck me off. You or her... doesn't matter to me who does it." He glanced over at the knife, still embedded in the front seat.

"I..."

"P-please, Miss...". A tear trickled down the teenager's cheek as she looked up from where she crouched between her brother's legs.

Elaine looked away, revolted at the sight of the boy's cock. She tasted bile in the back of her throat. "I... I can't."

"What's that?" Bobby jeered. "I can't hear you. You or her? Who's gonna suck me dry?"

The young lawyer swallowed dryly, staring out the window. "H... her," she mumbled. "N-not me."

Bobby grinned down at his sister. "You heard the lady. Get to it." Elaine turned for a moment, watching in revulsion as the teenager parted her lips and slowly lowered her open mouth down over her brother's massive cock. Bobby let out a little grunt as his sister's wet lips slip over the head of his cock.

Elaine then turned away.

"No." Bobby reached over and grabbed a fistful of light brown hair. "You're the one who told her to do it," he growled, forcing Elaine to turn her head "Watch. She's doin' it for you." The young lawyer tried to squirm away, but Bobby had a firm grip in her hair. Helpless, she watched as Becky slid her wet lips up and down over her brother's cock, slowly coating it with a glistening sheen of spittle. A thin line of drool congealed at the side of the teenager's mouth and trickled down the side of Bobby's cock. With a quiet slurp, the girl slid her head downward, sucking in the drool and most of her brother's cock before bobbing her head upwards.

Mesmerised, Elaine was startled when Bobby put his arm around her shoulder and leaned in towards her. "Not bad, huh?" he said proudly. "I bin trainin' her." Elaine didn't answer. She just stared in silence, eyes wide, as the teenage girl finally managed to take her brother's entire cock into her mouth. The young woman felt herself holding her breath as she watched the girl's throat bulge alarmingly. "Bet you can't do that," Bobby smirked, pulling her closer. Elaine sniffed and turned away.

Bobby chuckled and then spoke: "Kiss me."

Elaine choked back a sob, shaking her head.

"I wasn't askin'," Bobby growled, grabbing a fistful of sweat damp hair and turning the young woman's head until she faced him. "Y'can kiss me or..." he paused for a second to run a pink, wet tongue over his thin lips in a sick cartoon leer "... y'can trade places with Becky. She won't mind." The young lawyer gave a panicky glance downward. The teenage girl was fully occupied with her brother's cock, slurping and sucking at it while alternately swirling her tongue along the engorged head and then plunging downward, taking it into her throat.

Not that.

She couldn't...

Fighting back her nausea, Elaine leaned in towards her captor and placed her lips softly against his. Bobby kissed her for a moment, running his tongue along the outside of her lips, but then pulled back, angry. "Y'can do better than that, I reckon." He looked down at his sister, busily slurping away at his cock, and then up again at the young woman. "At least, y'better. One more chance. I know Becky can kiss better than that."

Elaine choked back a sob. She had no choice. There was no way she could... she couldn't even imagine it. Trembling, she slipped her hand in around behind her captor's neck. Pulling his face towards her own, she leaned forward and kissed him. A quiet groan escaped her as he parted his lips to allow her tongue access. Desperate to avoid Becky's fate, the young lawyer slipped her tongue into his mouth and explored it in a long, deep kiss. In her mind's eye it was Richard - her fiance - that she was kissing as she worked her soft lips against those of her captor, but the illusion was shattered when Bobby broke the kiss and let out a low, whistle. "I knew y'could do better," he chortled. "I could suck face with yew all day." Before Elaine could say or do anything, he brought lips down to hers' again. Elaine closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept his tongue; she was helpless to do anything but neck with him.

The alternative was just too awful.

A few moments later, she felt his hand slide in under her blouse, pulling it away from the waist of her skirt, and move upwards to grasp at her breasts. She let out a little gasp of pain as he jerked her bra strap down off her shoulder and roughly began fondling and kneading her now exposed breast.

The necking continued.

He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. The pain is increasing and, to make matters worse, a dull headache is throbbing behind his eyes.

Maybe he really is sick.

Wouldn't that be ironic; going home early from work on the pretext of being ill, and then actually being sick.

Must be that flu bug that was going around.

Sighing, he stands up and wanders into the kitchen; a couple of tylenol should do the trick.

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She was cut off as Ms. Peabody grabbed her by the ear and began dragging her down the hall towards the principal's office.

"Oww..." Stacy stumbled along behind her, trying to pull away but the pain was too much. Finally, they arrived at the office. The secretary knocked on the door and then pushed it open without waiting for an acknowledgment. She used her grip on Stacy's reddened ear to propel the reluctant teenager into the office and then entered behind her, closing the door.

Rubbing her ear, Stacy looked around. Dr. Grossman sat behind the desk, a serious look on his face.

"Stacy," he said, "sit down."

"Sir," Stacy began breathlessly, "The yearbook... you have to..."

"SIT DOWN!"

Startled, Stacy fell silent and dropped into the seat directly opposite the desk.

"This is a very serious matter," the principal explained grimly. "I've just had some important evidence brought to my attention regarding your academic performance this year."

"S-sir?"

Stacy flinched as she felt a hand at her shoulder. It was Ms. Peabody, standing behind the chair.

"I found this cassette tape in my mailbox," Grossman continued, pulling a small tape deck out of his desk. "Listen." He punched the play button. Stacy listened. Almost at once, she heard the sound of her own voice:

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"Why do you want to know?">

Stacy felt an absurd sense of deja vu as she listened in panicked disbelief.

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"Stacy, you mean you want a copy of a stolen exam paper so you can cheat on next Monday's English test."

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The jacket lay crumpled and useless on the seat. Her grey blouse was ripped open down the front. Her bra hung, useless and empty, off one shoulder and her small firm breasts, shining with sweat in the torrid confines of the car, bounced and jiggled in plain sight as Bobby's rough, calloused hand groped and squeezed at them. Finally, he pulled away. Elaine leaned back, gasping and trembling on the seat. Her light brown hair was matted against her head, and her eyes were wild with fear. It felt like they'd been necking forever, his tongue entwined with her's, all the while he slowly undressed her with his free hand, groping and fondling...

Bobby reached down and pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her crotch. Grinning, he reached over and jerked the knife from the back of the seat.

"No..." Elaine jerked back in her seat. Not...

"I ain't gonna cut you," Bobby told her. "Jus' don't move." Trembling, Elaine sat frozen in place as her captor brought the knife closer.

"Now, don't you go cuttin' her up her in the car," the mother called out. "Y'hear me, young man? You wanna be cleanin' it up?"

"I said I ain't gonna cut her," Bobby called out, annoyed.

He turned her attention back to the frightened girl. "Spread your legs." Terrified, Elaine obeyed. He brought the knife down to her crotch and, using one hand to pull the elastic material of the pantyhouse away from her skin, he slid the blade in and sliced it away. A second cut slit the waistband of her panties.

Her pussy was completely exposed.

"Please..."

Bobby grabbed his sister's head and pushed it away from his cock. The teenage girl let out a quiet gasp for air as her brother's cock slipped from between her lips. A thin trail of spit and pre-cum dribbled out from between her lips and glistened on her chin as she slowly regained her breath.

Her break was short lived.

"Becky, where are your manners?" Bobby sneered. "This here girl is our guest. Y'gotta give her some attention too." Becky gave a pout at this new command, but didn't argue with her brother. She slid over on the floor of the car until she was positioned between the young lawyer's widely spread legs. Sniffing, the blonde teenager leaned forward...

It was only then that Elaine, dazed and terrified, realized what Bobby had been talking about. "Please... no, don't...". She reached down to push the teenager's head away, but Bobby grabbed her wrist and jerked it back.

"Relax," he told her.

The young lawyer stiffened in his grip, half in fear half in revulsion, as she felt the teenage girl's lips on her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but it was too late for that. She felt Becky's warm lips as they pressed against the outside of her pussy lips.

"Nooo..."

Bobby gave her ear a lick.

The girl's tongue, soft and wet and gentle, trailed slowly along the outside of Elaine's gaping pussy. The, with a precision borne of experience, it darted inside the open pussy and nudged her clit. The young lawyer couldn't help but let out a quiet moan of pleasure as the teenager nuzzled, licked and then nibbled at her clit. It was too much... the heat in the car... Bobby's tongue in her mouth... the feel of his rough hands against her stiffening nipples... Against her will, the young woman felt a small spark of lust ignite in her pussy.

She moaned again, tossing her head to the side.

"There," Bobby whispered, his face close to hers for another kiss. "You like that. All sluts like that."

Elaine shuddered and parted her lips...

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