A mind of her own.

Waiting and watching.

Deke felt his anger rising, along with his concern for her. She did not belong here, yet here she was. What had those other two done to get her here? Some trickery or other. They, those two, were familiar with this place; had been here before, and they were then, pointing their ‘friend’ out to a young soldier they seemed to know, and directing him in her direction with a mischievous look on their faces, then giggling. The danger signs were obvious to Deke. She was a target, and it did not take a Rhodes’ Scholar to guess of what. He was not just angry now, but became deadly calm, an explosive force ready to go off at the right moment.

He didn’t know the names of the other two girls, and didn’t want to know them. They didn’t mind being here, or inviting the trouble they would soon get, and openly invited, dressed like that.

He had been about to get up from his table and rescue Susan from whatever predicament she had landed in, and encourage her to leave with him, when she was cornered by that same soldier, and Deke lost that opportunity for the moment. She would, of course, recognize him, and leave with him when he did walk over to her and spoke.

Deke knew trouble when he saw it. Those two had planned this for Susan; planned for her to be here; had drugged her, and planned that this soldier would meet her. What else had they planned for her? He didn’t want to think about that, but had to.

Then more friends of that soldier showed up. If Deke butted in now, there would be a fight, and he didn’t need that. He’d watch, and do what was needed when the opportunity presented itself. She must not leave this bar with anyone but him.

He was glad he was back out of sight under the balcony that ran around three sides of the room. The building had once been a church, but had fallen on hard times, and then had been turned into this club while retaining some of its earlier character. Its once hallowed atmosphere of high morality didn’t seem to inhibit anything that went on in the darker areas as the evening dragged on.

It was a restaurant during the day and early evening, but then the staff changed, and the atmosphere, and it became something entirely different at night; a den of iniquity and intrigue, where bodies were bartered and reputations overturned, soiled, and violently despoiled.

She, Susan, looked more out of place and uncomfortable as time advanced, and it became more busy, her glance flickering around the room as though looking for a way out, and the more so after that soldier had approached her.

They were all three above the age of consent, which was all that interested most men in that place, or the girls would have been refused admission, but they would not be there long. If they looked old enough, dressed old enough, and said they were old enough, then they were old enough to be f****d, even gang-banged. They were not old enough to buy liquor, but didn’t need too. It was freely available to them after others bought it.

They may have had fake IDs to satisfy the bouncer, but if the law came--and they would get advance warning of that--they would be hurried out of the back door and taken across to the motel to continue partying.

Deke watched. He took a photograph without them noticing anything, and took several more of them after that. Those girls chatted together as others came in. They sized up each group that came through the door, looking for another familiar face. Those two weren’t attracting the attention they wanted, so they made a few obvious changes to their appearance.

He watched them adjust their dresses as they looked around to see that they were being noticed, pulling more of them up through the belts around their waists to shorten them, so that they were at least ten inches above their knees, and were in danger of revealing too much (they did reveal too much as they did that, intending to, before they readjusted them on each other by pulling them down to make sure they were even, all around, and to cover the momentary flash of exposed dark hair at the top of their pale legs), but began attracting some attention, which is what they wanted all along. Those single men who noticed them began to balance the risks against the rewards. The risks of getting caught f*****g a possibly under-age girl who lied about her age, versus the mind-blowing excitement of an easy piece of ass, offered for the taking. However, the evening was early, and no police would come through the place for at least two or three hours. Time enough to do what was needed in reasonable expectation of not being seen, or caught doing it, and then to disappear. Life was too short to pass up that kind of mind-blowing temptation.

When one of the two girls dropped something, and they both reached to pick it up, bending their legs and squatting to do so, it was obvious that neither of them had any underwear covering them, either top or bottom, as those close to them could easily see. Several men moved eagerly to help them at that point. Others, recognizing more trouble than they could handle, turned away, and decided that it was time to go somewhere else before they were raided.

A youngish man who was already there, stooped to help, saw their lack of underwear, almost falling over in his excitement, and lingered, recklessly daring to reach out and touch one of the girls briefly and familiarly in those hairs under her short dress as their eyes met in swift understanding, and as others observed with growing excitement. They slowly stood up together as he helped her, his hand still hidden under the front of her dress as he moved closer to her to hide what was already happening between them, and he backed her slowly, deeper under the balcony where it was less busy.

In less than five minutes he would have her up against the wall in a darker part of the room, and he would be f*****g her, unable to believe his luck. Her friend would not be far behind, with a man of her own delving eagerly into her.

Deke caught the whole thing on his phone camera, including their clothing deficiencies. Men began to gravitate to them like flies around a honey pot, or more like dogs to a b***h in heat, welcoming all comers, standing still, letting them. They recognized an easy thing when they saw it, and never mind the danger.

Others watched and smiled.

Not worth the risk.

There would be no need to exchange names or telephone numbers. It would never get serious enough for that. This was a wham bam, ’bye ma’am, situation.

There would be no gentle seduction here, as they toyed with each other; no playful bantering, with suggestive little comments; no gentle touching of hands, or faces, or hair; no little compliments, flattery, inquiries about family or jobs or future ambitions. There would be no lingering or extensively delicious and gradually less innocent foreplay in one of a thousand combinations and permutations. The action would be dictated by the setting, circumstance, characters involved, raw and desperate horniness, or limitations upon time, after a familiar touch upon a knee or, seemingly accidentally, a breast. Within the first minute even, things had moved far beyond any of that, with that touch under her dress. She had not complained about that, so things could march rapidly and steadily along to that ultimate goal and were even then, doing so.

No, no such finesse was required here.

These girls would soon find themselves cornered against a darker section of the wall with a stranger whose name they didn’t know, or care to know. Their inadequate skirts lifted at the front; no fumbling to move panties to one side, or get them off without being seen. Before they would know it, there would be a man pushing close up into them, kissing them, fondling them, pulling them by their cheeks, f*****g them, probing deeply into them urgently, with an erection that felt as though it would be more in place decorating a horse, never anything less than that, as they gasped at the surprise and the force of it, and the size of him. And they reveled in it!

This was why they were here. Any complaint, (not forthcoming of course from either of those two girls), would be stifled as his mouth closed over hers and he pulled her head closer into him as that other part was pushed deeper and more forcibly into her, holding her onto him with his hand under her and pulling around her buttocks.

Within a minute, they would feel him stiffen up with a grunt or two, push harder, gasp, then alternating pulsing, pushing, pulsing again, as he came. After a brief recovery, and coming down from that pinnacle of excitement as the last drops of that ultimate excitement were squeezed out of him, he would retreat, reluctantly, dropping from her v****a with an out-of-breath laugh and a gasp, and a final kiss and a touch between her wet legs as a memory of where he had just been, until the next time, which would never be far away now that these girls had revealed their true colors.

He would back away, thanking her (maybe) as he put himself away.

Now that she was un-stoppered, his ejaculate would run out of her and down her leg into her shoes, or would just drip straight to the floor with a splatter, as he made room for the man waiting impatiently behind him, shielded by others waiting their turn, and he would be already undone, holding himself ready, eagerly erect, breathing fire, to continue where that previous man had just finished. Her dress may not have time to drop, before it was raised again, or was pulled up more through her belt, so that it did not cover her there at all, and get in the way of the more serious business.

The first man would be back in another hour, or less if there was no other like her to be found. He would have a drink or two first to fire up his hormones again. Then, he would search her out, and wait his impatient turn with her again, caring nothing that she was awash with the semen of other men by then, or that some awkward disease may already be lurking in her man trap, and caring nothing that she protested that she had had enough and wanted now to be left alone. Too late for that. They would decide when it ended for her, and when she had had enough, and not her.

Have another drink, dear; it’s too early to leave.

The ball she had set rolling would not be easily brought to a halt until all had been satisfied, and if not here, then in the parking lot as the evening progressed, with both girls bent over a picnic table at one side under the trees, or in a nearby motel room that was then being reserved for the weekend.

What each man left with her would barely have time to run from her before the next man was there, delving, poking into her with more vigor and eagerness now that the way was open and was lubricated, and then after him, another one. And they would be only the first of many similar encounters that night for both of those girls. The word would soon get out, and others would arrive. Always too many men, and never enough willing women so ready to put out so quickly. An opportunity such as this should never be wasted.

Those girls would arrive back at school, staying out of sight, and trying to get back to their beds before they were discovered. They would be sore, and hurting, having difficulty walking with all of their myriad pains; but either sated, or dazed and regretful. They would have bruised lips; love-bite marks on neck and breasts, as well as in other places once all of their clothing had come off, as it soon would, even in the bar, and wanting only to bathe, clean out all trace of those men from bodies and clothing (hidden away in their bags until the next time, if they ever found their clothes again) and then sleep, as they dreamed of their next violent encounters. Or were deeply regretting what they had so foolishly begun.

Too late for those regrets by then.

The local college was a glorified finishing-school, catering to the children of the rich. There were no more than a handful of day students, and the remaining girls were all in residence. Some of the girls were reckless, daughters of the wealthy, the famous, or the well-to-do, or those who thought they were. Some of them, like those first two, would always seek to escape their confines and go out for some illicit assignation, or to go to a party and drink the night away, with some of them slipping back into the school early the next morning, and hoping not to get caught.

If they were caught, they would be asked to leave. Most of the other three hundred girls at the school were more careful with their reputations and guarded them well, most of the time.