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Ellie was half-finished with her blowjob when the phone rang. Mr. Jones answered it and whispered something to the other party, who ellie suspected was the women they were expecting.
"All right," Jones said, breaking out of his whispering. "It's a bit unreasonable, but all right. We'll meet you there in ... say twenty minutes."
Without looking at Ellie, Jones got up from the bed and said, "Get dressed. We're meeting her at a place she said she likes to use. It doesn't sound like her. We've always used my place. Well I did go to her place once, but this place..." he frowned, then continued with, "It's a seedy, run-down hotel."
A signal went off in Ellie's head, but she did as she'd been told, dressed and was ready in less than five minutes. Jones drove like a maniac and parked on the street in front of a dilapidated old hotel with letters missing from the so-called neon sign advertising its name to the world. In fact, everything about the hotel they'd chosen was dingy, seedy, and low class.
Ellie had been thinking about having sex with another woman while being watched by Mr. Jones and it had her wet and ready to go. She also fantasized him taking her from behind while she was going down on this woman, whoever she was, and as Jones knocked on the door, she grew even more eager to start the fun and games.
"Ellie, this is Mrs. X."
Ellie found herself staring at a woman, who appeared to be in her mid-forties. Appeared to be, for she was clad in a skin-tight Lycra Catwoman costume, and wore a black mask over her eyes.
But Ellie had seen that masked face before, on television, at a masked ball for some charity.
'Oh, my God, ' Ellie thought, it's the Governor's wife!' She was certain of the fact. Mrs. X, my ass, she told herself, and then forced a smile as she offered her hand to meet that of Mrs. X.
"You are to do as Mrs. X tells you, Ellie. Is that clear?"
"Yes, it is," Ellie answered, but really wanting to bolt from the hotel room and freedom before anything bad happened. Ms. Gardenia's words played in her head. "It might be dangerous."
But then she focused on the money; ten thousand dollars cash for twenty-four hours work. 'It will be worth it, ' she told herself.
"Come here," Mrs. X said flatly. "Let's get you out of those clothes and into something more appropriate."
Mrs. X was going through a bag, pulling out a change of clothes. Ellie recognized the uniform for what it was, something real girls wore in high schools.
"Are you Catholic?" Mrs. X asked. "Not that it's any of my business."
"Yes," Ellie said, "But I went to public schools." The sudden rudeness in her tone surprised Ellie.
Mrs. X eyed her coolly, taking in that last remark. "Come over here," she said. Ellie went over to her. Without hesitating, Mrs. X began undressing her. "Let me tell you something," she explained carefully, unbuttoning Ellie's blouse with manicured fingers. "While we're in the confines of this room, while we're on the clock, so to speak, I have no qualms whatsoever about making it very clear which one of us is on top."
The sound of her words alone felt like a slap. She had Ellie's blouse off. She was moving to unfasten her bra then, her fingers were touching the skin on her back, and her face was close to Ellie's. "If you want to keep talking to me in that rude tone," she continued, "go right ahead. But consider yourself warned. I'm not afraid of girls like you. I deal with your kind every day."
Ellie's bra was off. Her breasts were shivering in front of Mrs. X; her nipples stiff points from the sudden change in temperature.
'How many times have I bared my tits for strange clients?' Ellie asked herself. But this woman took the cake for strangeness. She felt strangely exposed.
Mrs. X didn't touch her, though. In fact, she barely even paused to look at Ellie's nakedness. She had already unzipped Ellie's skirt and was letting it drop to the floor around her ankles.
Mr. Jones laughed, more to himself than anything else, and made himself a drink.
"Well," he said, regarding them with satisfaction, "we're certainly progressing here. Anyone want a drink?"
Both Ellie and Mrs. X accepted his offer.
Mrs. X had Ellie completely undressed, except for her panties. Those she seemed to want to take more time with. She lowered them slowly, anticipating the unveiling of Ellie's neatly trimmed snatch.
She was actually squatting down in front of Ellie, when Jones handed her a drink. Ellie accepted hers, and drank off half in a gulp, uncomfortable by both the fact that Mrs. X was so obviously aroused by sight of her pussy; and Ellie was getting off on it too.
"Jim," Mrs. X said excitedly, "look, see the wet spot on these panties!"
Ellie was so embarrassed by her statement that she felt as if she were four years old again.
Mrs. X peeled her panties past her mound, and Ellie moaned, more from distress than passion as they were rolled partially down her thighs. Mrs. X then moved in close to examine the strand of gooey wetness connecting Ellie's sopping hole to the satin crotch of her underwear.
Ellie looked to Mr. Jones for help. He ignored her and looked to Mrs. X awaiting her next move.
"She's so wet," Mrs. X said with a quiet earnestness, as if the sight of a cunt swollen in arousal pained her deliciously.
Ellie swallowed the remainder of her drink, and held the empty glass out to Mr. Jones in hopes of a refill.
He ignored her.
Mrs. X began licking Ellie; her mouth pressed to her labia, and Ellie was getting off on it.
"Told you I'd make you cum," Jones said with a mirthless laugh.
'Jesus, ' Ellie wondered, 'what was going to happen here?'
Unaccustomed to liquor, even in small amounts, Ellie was getting light-headed. She parted her legs as much as she could for Mrs. X, but it wasn't easy with her panties around her thighs. Mrs. X held tight to Ellie's ass cheeks, her mouth flush with the girl's mound. She moaned as her hot tongue slid eagerly around in the folds of Ellie's pussy, occasionally landing directly on the tip of her clit.
Ellie found herself highly aroused by both the woman's mouth and the lusty sounds she made; and had to hold onto Mrs. X's head to keep herself steady. She had a handful of Mrs. X's hair in one hand, and an empty glass in the other. It all seemed so decadently tawdry, yet an arousal of almost inflammatory proportions set in, and Ellie pressed Mrs. X's face even closer to her snatch, rubbing her mouth against the slippery folds.
Mr. Jones calmly lit a cigarette. He stood close to them, watching it all unfold, occasionally reaching over to feel up Ellie's tits, kneading and squeezing them, and finally tugging roughly on her stiff, aching nipples, while he watched Mrs. X do her thing in the Catwoman's suit.
Ellie's moan was quickly followed by a similar moan from Mrs. X. Mr. Jones took a drag off his cigarette, and then put his mouth on Ellie's, forcing his exhaled smoke into her open mouth along with his tongue.
The feel of his tongue filling her mouth, along with Mrs. X's tongue deep between her legs, while Mr. Jones kept up his avid mauling of her breasts, had Ellie on the cusp of coming then and there.
But Mr. Jones obviously had his thoughts elsewhere. He pulled away from her the second before Ellie would have cum, announcing, "This is going to be good."
The sound of his voice seemed to bring Mrs. X back to earth. She got up from between Ellie's thighs abruptly; her mouth a slick mess. She went straight for the drink awaiting her on the old, scarred dresser.
"Ellie, I want you to go into the bathroom and put on these clothes. Jim and I want to be alone. We'll tell you when to come out."
Ellie scooped up the armful of what appeared to be a schoolgirl uniform, stopping first to refresh her drink, and then headed for the bathroom to change.
She closed herself up in the small, fetid bathroom and got into the uniform. Outside, she could hear the lusty sounds of them going at each other. She didn't know in what way. 'Had they managed to strip out of their clothes in record time and begin fucking? Were they only partially undressed and sucking each other, or just what were they doing?'
She caught herself, realizing that not only was she curious about them, but she was jealous. She didn't want Mr. Jones to enjoy Mrs. X all that much. He was there to please her, wasn't he?
Ellie decided to play her role in a more naughty fashion, and quietly opened the bathroom door and peeked out. 'I'll be damned, ' she thought. They were fucking, all right. But they were, for the most part, still dressed. Mrs. X was bent over the foot of the bed; an unzippered flap on her Catwoman costume exposed her shaven cunt to Mr. Jones probing fingers, while he fed his cock, now poking out of his trousers, to her open mouth.
Ellie looked on, transfixed. Unconsciously her hand went to her cunt and gently rubbed her swollen lips and clit.
A moment later, Jones mounted Mrs. X like a dog would another dog, and while they fucked, Ellie frigged herself off to such a wonderful climax that she lost her balance and fell down with a thud.
Of course they heard her. She saw Mrs. X's sneering glare as she scampered back into the safe confines of the dingy bathroom.
Perhaps five minutes of grunting and groaning passed before there was a solid knock on the bathroom door. It was Mr. Jones. His cock was hidden away, and he gave her a stern look, then said, "Mrs. X wants to see you. You are dressed, right?"
"Yes, I am," Ellie told him.
"Then get your ass out here!"
Ellie came out with a fear in her belly reminiscent of what it had once felt like to face actual punishment as a child. She fully expected to be punished, hadn't lost sight of the fact that they were all here for sex.
"Come closer," Mrs. X said.
Ellie stood directly in front of her, cowering in her schoolgirl uniform.
"What were you doing in there?" she demanded.
"Nothing."
"It was more than nothing, young lady. You were spying on us, weren't you?"
"Yes," she meekly confessed.
"You masturbated watching us, didn't you?"
"Yes," Ellie agreed even meeker this time.
"Weren't you told to stay in there until someone came for you?"
"Yes."
"And why did you disobey us?"
"I don't know."
"I'll tell you why, because you're a dirty little girl, aren't you? What do you suppose happens to a dirty little girl who disobeys and sticks her nose where it doesn't belong?"
Ellie gave it some serious thought. The look in Mrs. X's eye was dark and unpleasant. Mr. Jones, however, was in the throes of lust. He was watching it all while avidly stroking his swollen, rampart, red-tipped cock.
"I asked you a question," Mrs. X went on. "What do you suppose happens to a dirty little girl who disobeys?"
"I don't know," Ellie replied.
"I think you do."
Ellie said nothing.
"Answer me."
"I guess I need to get spanked!" she finally blurted.
Ellie was playing her part to the hilt now, and Mrs. X had succumbed completely to the erotic pull of her role. She was so obviously entranced by the power of her anger. "That's right. You need a good spanking to teach you a lesson. Get over here, right over my knee, young lady."
She grabbed Ellie and pulled her over her knee, positioning her across her lap in such a way that everything between Ellie's legs would be facing Mr. Jones. She lifted Ellie's skirt.
"I'll teach you to be a dirty little girl," she said, lowering Ellie's schoolgirl white cotton panties with deliberate patience, slowly revealing the round, white globes of her ass, then tugging the panties down her thighs.
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