Invasion.
Monday January 19, 2009
“Oh God,” says Ashley.
“Go on,” says Rachel. “Holler.” Her hand on Ashely’s neck, pressing Ashley’s face into the counter. “They say you’re loud.” Her other hand between Ashley’s thighs fingers crooked the edge of it sawing at Ashey’s underwear. “Nobody out here to hear you scream. Go on. Let loose.”
“Fuck you,” says Ashley.
“No, fuck you,” says Rachel. Swinging her hips around to slap her groin against Ashley’s ass. Thrusting her hand jabbing against Ashley’s cunt. “You’re getting wet,” says Rachel. “You’re shaking. You’re loving this. You’re gonna fucking come all over my hand.” She leans over Ashley small breasts flattening against Ashley’s back to whisper in her ear, “And then I’ll give you to Jimmy.”
Ashley bucks then, tries to push away from the counter, but Rachel holds her down, grinning. “God damn,” she says. “Fuck, girl.” She slaps the back of Ashley’s head. Ashley roars. Rachel jams her against the counter with her hips, and again, tattooed arm quivering. “Do that again and I’ll give him the rest of them, too. Where are they? Upstairs?”
Ashley wails.
“Go on, girl,” says Rachel. “Let it all out. Then settle down and give me that come. I want to watch what it does to your face.” She’s settled back into a smooth rocking motion. Ashley groans. “Face it, fucker. Nobody’s coming for you. Nobody’s coming for any of you. You ever notice how bad the cell phone reception is out here?” Rachel laughs. “Guess they never got around to building that tower.”