The Mystery at Faldor Hotel Ch. 02

"Bounce up and down for us," one of the men encouraged, his narrow, sun tanned face leering from under a black and orange, CAT Diesel Power cap.

He was rubbing himself through his black jeans as his stockier friend was doing and, without thinking, Bess complied, watching her heavy melons bounce for their delight.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah," the other moaned, his rounder, unshaved face staring in awe as he suddenly unfastened the front of his dingy, blue jeans to let out a penis that had to be twice the size of Ned's.

Bess gasped at it, its dark hardness and the slight curve that ended in a helmet that held an unspeakable fascination for the eighteen year old. Her bouncing slowed and stopped as she stared and, when the man with the cap reached out and grabbed one of her nipples, she only gasped, allowing him to pinch and tweak as his penis also made an appearance.

It wasn't quite as long as his friend's, and it lacked the curve, but it was fatter and with a more bulbous head. She could only stare from one to another, moaning and arching her back as the stockier man grabbed her other nipple. Remembering how Ned felt inside her, she couldn't help but wonder how these men would feel and, never having actually touched Ned's member with her hand, Bess experienced an almost irresistible temptation to reach out and grab them, both of them, and squeeze, slowly pumping their hardness just to see them in her hand...

"Ohh-h..." she moaned when one of them pulled her top up to her neck, fully exposing her chest.

Still, she let the show go on, more and more excited and proud that she was such an attraction, moaning as they fondled her bare breasts at will, mesmerized at the cream that oozed from the tip of their inviting penises. She didn't even know which of them hiked her skirt, but both whistled in appreciation as they viewed her bikini panties and garters. A hand began rubbing her posterior, slowly caressing up and down while Anna watched, one of her hands under her own short skirt.

"Ohhhh...! Ohhhhhhh, An-naaaa!"

One of Bess's erect nipples was being licked and a hand was now rubbing her moist vagina through the front of her panties, but she still only stood, moaning and enjoying the sensations their molestation of her young body was bringing her. She bucked when a hand found its way down the front of her panties, rubbing her pleasure button and making her gasp harder as the hand on her posterior squeezed her cheeks and then gave them a light slap.

It all started so fast, like with Ned at Lookout Point, and it wasn't until her panties fell to her ankles that she came to her senses.

"Nn-nnaaa! Nooo, I can't!" she desperately forced, pushing their hands away before moving out of their reach with a wild, lustful expression that conveyed how she'd love nothing more than to have that treatment of her continue.

The two men, moving after her, didn't seem ready or willing to stop, but Anna stopped them with a gasping tone as she removed her fingers from under her skirt.

"That's enough, guys; the lady said 'no'."

They did stop then, but they didn't look very happy about it.

"Fuckin' tease," the stocky one accused, still rubbing his meat.

"Shut up, Brent," Anna told him without sympathy. "Be happy with what she gave you. Bess, just give me a minute to deal with your two biggest fans here, and I'll tell you what you want to know."

By the time Ray and Brent left, both in a better mood and looking back at her with more appreciation than disappointment, she'd somewhat recovered herself, top pulled back down and with the hem of her skirt at her knees once more. Anna had picked up her panties and bra and put them into the plain, plastic bag before stapling it shut with a smile and a wink for Bess.

"My!" Bess marvelled, mostly at herself. "That was...!"

"Fun?"

" ... Yes!"

"Of course it was. You love being the object of lust, don't you?"

Bess eagerly nodded, still flushed and quite turned on, though shocked just the same at what had happened, what she'd let happen.

"Are you a virgin?" Anna asked.

"No," Bess told her, looking down at the bag that held her purchases as she did.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Anna told her. "There's nothing wrong with sex as long as it doesn't hurt somebody else. It's your life and your body and, at the end of the day, the only person you have to answer to is that pretty young woman you see in the mirror. If anyone ever tries to tell you different, than don't hesitate to start dictating to them how you think their life ought to be. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Bess replied, looking back up at her. "You're right."

"Now, as for your friend... Yes, she was in here a few times, like I said. Three times, to be exact. She was actually a lot like you, kinda nervous and such, but she always knew what she was here for. The first time, she bought a black micro bikini. The second time, she bought some lingerie, and when she was in this past Saturday..."

From under the counter, Anna produced a box that measured around two and a half feet long and less than six inches wide and deep. It was made of thin cardboard with a transparent plastic window running the length, showing a long, black, double-ended dildo. Bess's eyes went wide at the sight of the implement and she barely restrained a giggle.

"My heavens...! But, why does it have two ends?"

"So that two women can use it."

It took a moment for the ramifications to click in, but when they did, Bess exclaimed, "At once!?"

"Of course. Would you like to try it with me?"

Bess had never considered doing anything sexual with a woman and, at the time, the thought was completely outrageous, yet she was still sufficiently turned on by what had just happened with Ray and Brent that she hesitated before stammering her reply.

"I- I don't think so. No offense, Anna; I do like you..."

"None taken, hon," the boutique's owner sincerely assured with her smile.

"Um, did she mention why she'd want this?" Bess managed.

"No, but I'd think her intentions were pretty obvious. There's enough single headed dildo's here that she could have bought if she didn't specifically need this one."

Bess nodded, blushing again at a sudden mental image of she and Anna facing each other with their legs raunchily spread while Anna busily pumped their vaginas with the item between them, that feeling that Ned gave her building and building until-

"Would you like one? I have quite a selection here if you'd care to look, and I can discretely wrap it and have it sent along with your other purchase."

"Oh, heavens, no- no thank you... Not today. Um, did Susan say anything when she was here, something that might have suggested she was leaving town?"

"No. She came in, bought this and left."

"Okay."

Bess found herself looking at Anna, the shop owner looking back with a knowing grin and, although they both knew her business there was concluded, they were equally aware of why the younger woman hesitated to leave before finally and nervously clearing her throat before excusing herself.

"Well, I should uhhh..."

"Your walk," Anna reminded.

"Yes, my walk. Uh, it was really nice meeting you," Bess said, feeling like a world class fool as she did.

"My pleasure," Anna replied with that smile and tone that seemed to have a funny way of taking pressure from Bess's beleaguered senses, yet at the same time keeping her excited. "I hope you enjoyed your visit, but I'm pretty sure you did."

"Yes, I did," the eighteen year old confirmed with a guilty smile as she moved for the door.

"Do come back any time," Anna invited, holding up the double ended dildo to add, "Especially if you change your mind. I promise you won't regret it."

It wasn't until she descended the three stairs at the front of Annabelle's Boutique, still in the grip of the drink that Anna had served her, that the full weight of what had just happened settled upon her senses. Had she really let two strange men put their hands all over her body? Actually enjoying their attention as they groped her as though they'd had every right? Touching, squeezing, rubbing and licking wherever they liked?

Although a deep flush of shame had overwhelmed her pretty features, Bess also felt fresh arousal at the memory, a quickly building state of hormonal joy that reminded her that she was no longer even wearing a bra or panties. But she had to admit to herself that she loved the feel of freedom the lack of undergarments provided, excitingly ashamed at how she knew her nipples must look beneath her top. In addition, the cool breeze that found its way up her skirt and between her legs added to a state of sexual stimulation that made her think of Ray and Brent's hardened rods, wondering what all else they might have done had she not stopped them...

She looked around herself then, suddenly afraid and hopeful that they might be out there waiting for her. And what would happen if they were? How far would they go if they took her somewhere, a place where nobody would see them as they did whatever they wanted with her? They didn't seem to be around in any case and, just as she started trying to decide whether that was a good thing, or a bad thing, she spotted someone else.

Bess only saw the face that peeked out at her from the corner of the supermarket for a split second before it vanished and she wasn't even sure if it was that of a man or a woman. She waited, watching. If whoever it was didn't know she saw them, they'd peek out from the corner again once they figured she'd be looking in another direction, but this didn't happen.

The sound of her heeled shoes crunching on the dirt seemed to be the only sound in town, save for those faint wind chimes and, when she walked around the corner of the supermarket, there he was, the same bedraggled man whom the three girls had seen urinating against the side of the church earlier that day. He'd obviously feared she had seen him and then run off, was in the act of coming back for another peek around the corner of the building when she came around the corner and caught him. About ten feet away from each other, they both froze in mutual surprise, the look on his face almost comical before he turned and ran full tilt down the side of the long building.

"Wait!" Bess cried. "I won't hurt you, I just want...!"

But what did she want? She wanted to know why he was spying on her, but how was that shouted claim supposed to make him stop? There was nothing for it but to run after him so, as best as she could in her heels, she took off in warm pursuit, laughing when her gangling quarry lost an untied boot, tripped and fell headlong in the dirt in a dusty tangle of arms and legs. But he managed to pick himself up and was off again, leaving the boot in favour of a panicked glance to the rear, hurtling down the side of the building, leaping over an old tire, then a half crushed and rusted old shopping cart before disappearing around the rear corner.

She managed to come to a skidding, braless breast bouncing halt herself just before she could come around the corner to the sound of an angry voice, scolding and cursing. Chest heaving, she listened with her back pressed against the wall.

"God-dammit, Billybob, we told you to leave em alone!"

The answer was a series of unintelligible grunts and squeals that was harshly cut off with a muted curse and the sound of scuffle. Chancing a quick look around the corner, Bess spied a tall, somewhat stocky figure with graying hair, wearing denim overalls and hurrying 'Billybob' along ahead of him by the ear. Their backs were towards her and, as the tall man grabbed the knob of a rear entrance door to the supermarket, he looked back towards the corner. She pulled her head back with the briefest glimpse of a profile, a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties. She didn't think he saw her, but she couldn't be sure and, even after she heard the door slam shut, she waited, trying to catch her breath before peeking around the corner again.

When she finally did, the rear of the supermarket was uninhabited except for a lot more derelict carts, some broken up wooden pallets, several rusted steel barrels and other assorted litter. She quietly made her way through the debris, passing two large loading bay doors until she got to the gray, rust blistered man door that the two men had entered by. Putting her hand on the knob, she slowly turned it and found it to be unlocked.

But she let it go again. Looking at her watch, she saw it was almost quarter to five, and she wondered if she really should follow the two into the building. She'd already successfully checked out the lead at the boutique, (though what Nancy would make of what she'd discovered there, Bess had no idea) and considering what all else had happened there, it might be a good idea at this point to just leave this situation alone in favour of nosing around the rest of the town as planned.

What the tall man in the overalls had said to Billybob probably only meant that Carmody had spoken to somebody about the little pervert, as he'd promised, and that he'd already been told not to bother the three new guests of the Faldor. Yet, Bess's instincts, honed from accompanying Nancy on many an adventurous mystery, told her something different, told her that there was a lot more than that implied in the "we told you to leave them alone," statement than what there seemed to be on the surface.

Placing her hand back on the knob, she wondered if this was really a smart thing to do. Turning the knob, she realized that she was normally a lot more cautious than this, that this was way more Nancy's style, or even her tomboy, adventure loving cousin, George's style. In the end, maybe that, along with the lingering effects of the drink, was the very reason why she carefully pulled the door open, slipped into the darkness within and let it quietly shut behind her.

Inside, the only light came from about fifty random holes in the ceiling, a sword of the sun driving downwards through the dark interior from each one, illuminating airborne dust until it pooled in a bright patch on the dirty floor.

With her eyes adjusted to the bright sun outside, this was nowhere near enough light for Bess to see anything. Though her anxiety level had climbed, she crouched beside the door and forced herself to close her eyes in order to hasten their adjustment to the gloom. Without sight, her sense of hearing took over, became sharper and, in what at first seemed like total silence, she could hear voices from off in the dark distance. When she opened her eyes, she could see a little better and her anxiety level had dropped marginally. Standing again, she could make out looming, dark shapes, large and bulky looking as she took two steps and instantly froze again at the echoing sound of her heels.

She didn't hear anything, no response to her heels, but no further sounds of conversation, either. Cursing herself for thinking more about how her shoes would make her posterior look than how quiet she may have to be, she quickly removed them and left them by the door. Now able to move quietly in her stockings, (which would sadly be ruined by the time she returned to her shoes) she padded along, approaching one of the dark shapes and finding it to be a shelf unit.

This part of the supermarket was apparently no longer being used and hadn't been for years judging by not only the holes in the roof, but also the amount of dust on the shelves. Nearing one of the pools of light from above, she could see boot prints, but there were many, making it obvious that following them wouldn't necessarily lead her to wherever Billybob and the big man in the overalls had gone. It also told her that, though this space was no longer used as a store, it was still being used for something. But what?

Giving the pool of light a wide berth so as not to foolishly illuminate herself, she continued on, feeling more confident now that she could be silent, though looking into the bright pool of light had again reduced her night vision. Whatever it was she blindly walked into proved this and a panicked attempt to grab it before it could fall ended in crashing failure.

Closing her eyes, she cursed herself, lips moving but with no sound coming forth in the darkness as her anxiety again climbed, her ears perking to hear any sign of danger. After a minute, still hearing nothing at all, she continued forward, skirting the small display rack she'd knocked over and the clothes hangers surrounding the upturned rack on the floor.

At least she now knew why this area was no longer being used as a place of business. (At least not legitimate business) This portion of the building had most likely been a department store, if a small one. It stood to reason that a small supermarket would survive such a limited economy as Cinder Bay, given that everyone needed to eat. But a department store, especially with the competition of a general store that boasted a low-to-no overhead, Sears order desk only a few doors down, would die a relatively quick, violent death.

A few minutes later, deep within the forest of empty shelves and sporadic shards of sunlight, something scurried over her foot. She knew it could only be one of two things: A mouse, or a rat. Her mind insisted it was a mouse because it didn't feel big enough to be a rat and because she had a deathly fear of rats. It didn't matter though because, since her fear of mice was only a little less than that of rats, she let out a piercing scream anyway.

She decided that it was time to leave and tried not to run back in the direction she'd come, but that proved impossible. This was because her fear of rodents forced her to scurry like one, but more troubling was the fact that, in the uncertain gloom, she'd completely lost her sense of direction. Forcing herself to stop and calm her breathing didn't work either, because that's when she heard the grunts and squeals of the man she'd been following.

"Nooooo..." she crooned barely above a whisper.

She couldn't stay where she was. She'd been making too much noise and they'd sooner than later track her to her general location if she did. So she got moving again, trying to go in a straight line while avoiding the pools of light that offered such deceptive safety. In her carelessness, she caught her top on the sharp edge of a shelf, the thin fabric tearing loud enough to be heard, but also pulling the shelf free from the main unit. The resounding crash was like a beacon and the sound of one boot stomping towards her from the right hurried her along.

After a few seconds, when she heard a grunt and a high pitched squeal from behind her, she turned right, hoping to lose him by doubling back on his own path. After several more seconds in that direction, she doubled back on her own course, then stopped, crouching between two large shelf units that had been pushed somewhat haphazardly close together.

It worked, the single boot stomped by at what Bess guessed was a distance of about twenty feet. It was hard to tell.

Then, a sound that froze her heart reached her ears. It was more grunting, intermittently punctuated by high pitched squeals. The reason it froze her heart was because it was coming from behind and slightly to the right of her. It had to be the man in the coveralls who, apparently, could communicate with the strange, footwear challenged man named Billybob.

After another short grunt, followed by a long, low squeal from ahead, there was silence. The only thing Bess could hear was her rapid breathing and the pounding of her heart in her throat while she waited, desperately wondering if she should stay or move.

She decided to move. Leaving her hiding spot, she stayed low, slowly, silently heading left, hoping Billybob hadn't been just as silently working his way back towards her. As she went, it occurred to her that, less than fifteen minutes before, she was chasing him and he was the scared one. But that was outside in the light. She thought about what she'd give to be there again, about how foolish she'd been to brave the dark, abandoned department store in pursuit of the two men who would do who knew what if they caught her.