Runaways · Just Sex · Part 1 (1/2)
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Alyson looked out from between the spruce trees that separated her back yard from the Jensens' next door. She carefully studied the dark windows of her house, checking for any indication that her mother was up waiting for her. Seeing no signs of life, she quietly emerged from the cover of the thick trees and dashed across the back yard to the baby barn on the far side. She opened the door and slipped inside, pulling the door noiselessly closed behind her. Breathing a small sigh of relief, she pulled the curtains over the small window and flicked on the light switch.
She was dressed in a very short, and very revealing, red mini-skirt and a white blouse with the top buttons opened enough to show a matching red bra under it. Her face was done up with just enough makeup to make her appear much older than her actual sixteen years. Her long mane of wavy brown hair was accented with blonde streaks and the spike-heeled shoes she wore made her appear much taller than her five-foot-four height. She was a naturally pretty girl with a slim athletic figure and with the sexy clothes, the makeup, and a fake ID, she had no problem being admitted to the local dance clubs.
She pulled a small mirror from under the workbench and cleared a space among the various garden tools and planters that littered it. Then she reached under a pile of old rags and retrieved her makeup kit, then looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. It was amazing how different she looked! She removed the makeup and tied her long hair into a ponytail. Next, she exchanged the forbidden miniskirt for the jeans she had hidden in a cardboard box on a shelf. She buttoned up the blouse, traded her heels for sneakers, then checked herself in the mirror.
"There," she said to herself. "Mommy's little girl can come home now." She carefully hid everything and turned the light off. She opened the door a crack and peered out into the dark night. The house was still dark. She crept out and pulled the door closed behind her.
"Would you mind explaining to me why you're creeping around in the back yard in the middle of the night?"
Alyson whirled around to see her mother sitting in one of the patio chairs off to left of the shed. She stood up and walked over to her daughter.
"Well?"
Alyson, surprised at her mother's sudden appearance, could only stammer, "I… I… I th.. thought I heard something… in the shed!" Her deception wasn't very convincing and she knew her mother wouldn't buy it as soon as she said it.
Her mother frowned. "Don't lie to me, young lady. I saw you dressed up like a… like a whore when you went in there!" Alyson felt her face turning red and she swallowed hard. "So why don't you just tell me the truth for a change, huh?" She glared at her. "What's his name?"
"Huh? Who?," Alyson asked, genuinely surprised at her question.
Her mother sighed impatiently. "Whoever it is you're dressing like a hooker for and staying out until one in the morning with! Aren't you worried about diseases? Or getting pregnant? You're only sixteen, for gods sake!"
Alyson shook her head and met her mother's gaze. "Mom, there isn't any guy. And I'm not having sex!"
Her mother pursed her lips and snorted derisively. "No? Then why all the makeup and slutty clothes?"
Alyson sighed resignedly. "Me and Jen go down to Twister's sometimes. We use the makeup so we look older. And the clothes are just what everyone else is wearing!"
Her mother stared at her for a long moment without speaking. The silence was becoming uncomfortable. Finally she spoke, her eyes still fixed on Alyson's.
"So you're telling me that you're going out dressed like a prostitute and drinking in bars?" She rubbed her forehead with two fingers, as if she was trying to ease a headache. "Don't you realize how dangerous that is?"
Alyson looked at her feet. "We… we only had a couple of drinks. And we always look out for each other."
Her mother sighed and shook her head. "You just don't get it." She put an arm around Alyson and they began walking toward the house. "Men will try to take advantage of a pretty, naive girl like you. Or even worse, rape you. You are becoming a very beautiful young woman, but you still have a lot to learn about the world." They went into the kitchen. "Now, go up to bed. It's very late. We'll talk about this in the morning, ok?"
Alyson nodded glumly.
"Good night, then." Her mother kissed her on the forehead and she trudged up the stairs to her room. She undressed and crawled into bed, but couldn't sleep. She stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows from the oak tree outside her window moving back and forth across it. What did her mother mean? There wasn't anything dangerous about Twister's! It wasn't like she was going into the downtown area, where hookers and pimps lined the sidewalks after ten. They lived in a small suburb outside the busy city. Nothing like rape ever happened at any of the clubs around here! Soon, she began to drift off but was awakened by a light knocking at her window. She blinked, her fuzzy mind trying to focus on the sound. Was she imagining it?
She looked over at her window.
Fully awake now and sure was wasn't dreaming, she threw back the covers and went over to her window. Peering out into the darkness, she could see Jen standing on a branch of the oak tree just below her window, a long stick in her hand. She quickly unlocked and slid the window open.
"Jen? What are you doing out there?"
Jen grinned. "Meet me at the swings and I'll tell you!" With that, she scrambled back down the tree, dropping the final few feet to the grass. She looked up, waved, and gestured for Alyson to come out. Alyson nodded and closed the window.
She dressed quickly and crept down the stairs, being careful to avoid the two that creaked, and went out the back door into the yard. Jen was sitting on a swing, spinning slowly, her head down. She looked up as Alyson approached.
Jen was blonde with a lithe, slender body. Like Alyson, her long wheat colored hair was now tied up into a ponytail. She was a little smaller in the chest area than Alyson – she was a full B cup, while Alyson stretched her C cup bras to their limits – but far from wanting. And she was absolutely gorgeous. While Alyson was also very pretty, Jen was the one the guys always went nuts over. There was something about her super model good looks combined with her carefree and outgoing personality that they just couldn't resist. Alyson sat in the other swing next to her.
"So… what's up?," Alyson asked, kicking at the dirt with her toes.
Jen was quiet for a few seconds, then said quietly, "I'm leaving." Alyson looked at her in disbelief, her eyes wide.
"Leaving?! Where? When?!"
Jen looked across the lawn vacantly. "My mom caught me sneaking in tonight and really let me have it," she replied, looking back down at her feet. She looked up at Alyson. "So after they went to sleep, I packed up my stuff and left." She jerked her head toward two duffle bags in the shadow of the trees.
For a moment, Alyson didn't speak. She couldn't believe Jen was actually running away! "But where will you go?," she finally said.
Jen shrugged. "Don't know." She gave Alyson a humorless smile. "I guess I didn't exactly think it through, huh?"
Alyson kicked at a pebble. "I got busted, too," she said. "The whole, 'you're still a young girl and guys will take advantage of you' speech."
Jen nodded, still looking at the ground. They'd both heard the spiel a million times, it seemed. Neither spoke for a few minutes. Finally, Jen raised her head and looked at Alyson.
"Aly, come with me?," she said, almost pleadingly.
Alyson looked into her friend's pretty blue eyes. "Come with you!?" She shook her head. "Jen, I can't…"
Jen cut her off. "Why not? Think of all the fun we could have! We could go to the city, get jobs, an apartment. We could be roomies and no one would be able to tell us what to do!"
Alyson looked at her, not convinced. "What about our parents? And school?"
Jen stood up and spread her arms. "Look at us! Two attractive young women! We could be models! Or actresses! You don't need school for that!" She paused and sat back down. "As for parents, I don't care if I ever see them again!" They both sat in silence again, each lost in their own thoughts.
"I suppose…," Alyson said after a few minutes, "… we could find jobs somewhere." Jen perked up and jumped up off the swing.
"Sure we could! Great jobs!" She took Alyson's arm and pulled her to her feet. "C'mon! We can catch the early bus! We'll be in the city by noon!" Alyson paused, looking into Jen's deep blue eyes. She had never been able to say no to one of her pretty friend's wild ideas. She smiled.
"Ok. Let me get some stuff."
Jen hugged her. "This is gonna be great!"
Andrea stood in the crowded bus terminal watching as passengers got off the incoming busses. She was an attractive woman, in her early thirties, and wore a conservative knee length gray skirt with a white blouse and a matching blazer. She wore little makeup and her shoulder-length light brown hair was tied into a loose bun She looked like one of the secretaries from any one of the many office complexes in the area.
But Andrea wasn't a secretary. Far from it. In fact, she felt very out of character in her conservative business suit. Andrea was actually a former prostitute and high priced call girl who now worked for another woman who ran a very exclusive bordello. Her job was to 'hire' and train new recruits for her employer and runaways were a perfect target. And the bus station was prime hunting ground for runaways.
She studied the various people who got off the busses, scanning the crowds for possible recruits. When Alyson and Jen stepped off the bus and looked around, trying to find their bearings, she smiled to herself. 'Perfect!,' she thought. She watched them as they picked up their bags and huddled together nervously, unsure of which way to go. 'Definitely runaways,' she thought, immediately picking up on their nervousness. They began walking toward a hot dog wagon not far from where Andrea was standing. She could now get a better look at them. They were both beautiful, perfect for her needs. The blonde, especially, was a complete knock-out!
They each bought a hot dog and sat on a nearby bench to eat, still looking around at the throngs of people. Andrea went into action immediately. She pulled out her cell phone and started moving toward them. She put the phone to her ear and began an animated one-sided conversation as she neared their bench.
"… then what am I supposed to do?! I can't just pull two teenaged models from my ass!" She paused as she neared them, making sure her voice was loud enough so they couldn't help but overhear. "Tomorrow! How the hell am I supposed to find them by then?!" She paused again, as if listening to someone replying on the other end. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the blonde glance at her, then nudge the brunette and whisper to her. She slowly turned toward them, once again speaking into the dead phone. "Dammit, Jim! I don't see how I can…" Her eyes locked on them and she stopped talking. "Uh, let me call you back," she said and flipped the phone shut, her eyes never leaving the two girls. Then she smiled and held out her hand.
"Hi! I'm Andrea Mills!" The blonde just stared and the brunette was eyeing her with wide eyes. 'Good,' she thought, sensing their naivety. She continued, pulling her hand back. "I, uh, don't know if you heard any of my conversation, but I'm a representative of the Capitol Modeling Agency." She dug through her purse, fished out a card, and passed it to the blonde, who accepted it tentatively. She read it and passed it to her friend.
"I know this is kind of sudden and I usually don't do work this way, but I'm really in a jam!" She paused for effect, then continued. "Um, would you two be available to audition for a shoot we're doing? You'd be perfect!" She smiled and added, "And it would really save my ass!"
The girls glanced at each other and the busty brunette spoke up. "What kind of a shoot?," she asked, eying Andrea warily. It appeared this one had some common sense, but Andrea never missed a beat. Her warm smile lit up her face.
"It's for a new line of clothing for young women, you know, just out of college, entering the workforce. Trendy enough for the clubs, but still suitable to wear to the office." She stepped back and looked them over. "And you two are perfect for it!" Then she frowned slightly. "Uh, you are both eighteen, right?"
The blonde nodded. "Actually, we're nineteen." That's what their fake IDs said, anyway.
Andrea's practiced smile returned. "Even better! Please say you'll do it!"
The blonde looked at her friend, who shrugged, then back to Andrea and grinned. "Ok, we'll do it!"
"Great!," Andrea said, relief flooding her face. They got to their feet, grabbed their bags, and walked with her toward the door. "Let's go to my office and get the paperwork taken care of! Hopefully we can get some test shots in this afternoon!" They went out onto the crowded sidewalk and Andrea led them to a long white limo parked at the curb. It was used for some of her boss's more important clients and Andrea found it an excellent tool for her own purposes. They put their bags into the trunk, climbed inside, and the car pulled out into traffic. Introductions were made and Andrea poured them each a glass of champagne from the bar to celebrate.
By the time the limo reached the bordello's back entrance, Alyson and Jen were both unconscious from the drugs Andrea had slipped into their glasses of champagne. Two of the bordellos' security men carried the unconscious girls to separate, windowless rooms in the basement. They were each laid out on a cot, stripped naked, and locked in.
Alyson's head hurt. She blinked her eyes open and tried to remember where she was. It wasn't her room, but where? She focused on the cold concrete walls and the bare light bulb hanging from a wire from the cracked and stained ceiling. And she was cold. She brought her hand to her face, absently dragging across her bare breasts. Suddenly she was wide awake, her headache all but forgotten. She looked down at her naked body on the bare mattress in total shock and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest.
Looking around the sparse room, she saw there was only the bare cot, a small table with two wooden chairs, the light dangling from the ceiling, and a video camera mounted high up in the far corner. Where was she? And why was she naked? Her mother's words suddenly flashed through her mind and she tensed in fear. Slowly, she looked down between her legs. There was no sign of her being violated, and no pain. So why did they take her clothes, whoever 'they' were?
She tried to piece together what had happened. She remembered meeting someone – a woman. What was her name? Alex? No, Andrea! Yes, that was it, Andrea! She had offered to… to…to what? She fought to remember. Models! She was going to hire them as models! They had gotten into the limo with her and…
Suddenly, she remembered. The champagne. It must have had something in it to knock them out! But why? She began to shiver, partly because she was cold – the room was freezing – and partly out of fear. What were they going to do to her? And where was Jen? She began to cry and started rocking back and forth on the bed. She started out with soft sobs, then they turned to great heaving wails. She kept it up for a while, until she couldn't cry anymore. She sat on the bed, her red rimmed eyes watching the little red light on the camera as it watched her silently from the corner.
Eventually, anger replaced her fear and she forgot about her inhibitions. With a loud yell, she jumped up from the bed, grabbed one of the chairs, and hurled it at the camera. It hit the camera, knocking it askew and one leg broke off the chair as it crashed to the floor.
"What do you want from me?!," she screamed, her hands clenched into tight fists. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
A few seconds later, she heard the door open. Andrea and two men came into the room. Suddenly aware of her nudity once again, she curled up, clutching her knees to her chest on the cold concrete floor. She stared up at Andrea, hurt and confusion showing in her bright green eyes.
"Destroying things will only bring on punishment," Andrea said quietly.
"Andrea? Wh…what's going on? Where are my clothes? And where's Jen?"
Andrea smiled, but the genial warmth from the previous day was gone from it. Her eyes were hard and cold. "Clothing is a privilege you'll have to earn," she replied, eyeing Alyson's naked body. She nodded to one of the men, who moved toward her. He grabbed her arms, pulled her to her feet and held them behind her back. Andrea walked over closer.
"Jen is…," she waved her hand around the stark, cold room, "…in a similar room down the hall."
Alyson stared in utter horror as one of the men produced a syringe and passed it to Andrea. She held it up and squirted a clear fluid from the needle, then turned to Alyson.
"Wh… what's that!?," she cried, her eyes wide as she struggled to free her arms.
Andrea smiled. "Just something to help you relax, my dear!" She nodded to the other man, who had been straightening the camera and making sure it wasn't damaged. He went over to the naked and terrified girl and they forced her back onto the bed, pinning her there. Andrea came over and Alyson looked up as she bent over, the needle coming closer. She screamed as Andrea pushed it into her arm, then a warm feeling of total relaxation suddenly filled her mind and she stopped struggling. Her mind floated effortlessly and all her problems suddenly seemed trivial. She looked over and saw Andrea smiling at her.
"There, now. Isn't that better?" Then they were gone and she was left alone in her world of dreamy euphoria.
For the next while – she completely lost track of time – this was her world. She would wake up cold, shivering, her body aching. Then Andrea would come in, give her another shot, and the pain was replaced by the familiar feeling of careless contentment.
One day, Andrea arrived with a man. After administering her shot, which she now accepted gratefully, Andrea sat next to her on the bed.
"You're coming along just fine, Alyson," she said, patting her bare knee. "So is Jen, in case you're still wondering. Soon you'll be together again. Would you like that?"
Alyson nodded, her eyes vacant. This shot was different. While the pain and shivering had stopped, there was no feeling of euphoria she had come to expect.
"Good!," Andrea replied. "Now, you may notice that this shot's a little different than the others. It'll take away the pain, but won't cloud your mind." She looked over at the man. "I need you a little more alert today." Alyson just looked at her, her foggy mind barely registering her words. Andrea nodded toward the man, who stepped forward. "This is… John. He works for me." She looked at Alyson. "Have you ever had sex with a man?"
Alyson felt her stomach knot. "N…no," she whispered, shaking her head.
Andrea smiled. "Ok, how about a woman?"
Alyson looked at her, shock showing on her face. "No… of course not!"
Andrea stroked her hand along Alyson's knee, all the way up to her thigh. She cringed at her touch and moved away slightly, but Andrea didn't seem to notice. "Well, you're going to learn everything there is to know about pleasing a man… and a woman, starting today. With John."
Alyson closed her eyes and swallowed, but said nothing. She was too terrified to speak. Andrea continued.
"If you do as you're told today, I'll bring you some clothes. If you do good again tomorrow, maybe you can see Jen."
Alyson opened her eyes as Andrea's words finally penetrated the fog in her brain. "Y…you want me to… have sex… with him?," she asked, her voice hoarse.
Andrea smiled and cupped her chin in her hand. "Not right now, darling. We're going to take you to get cleaned up a little first. Just relax. In an hour or two you'll start to feel more like yourself, then you can shower and eat." She leaned over and kissed her forehead. Like her mother did.
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