p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The little light revealed that Marcus's sideburns were speckled with white, and he was yanking at his tie. The wind had probably driven snow under his collar. His movements were clumsy; those great ham hands were terrible at ties./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""C'mere." Bea slid across the seat, into Marcus's lap./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus grunted, and put a hand over hers, as if to push her away. "I can…fucking melting, we're going to be so wet, and the…Jesus, Bea. Turn the heat on already. Mess with the tie later."br /Bea didn't like being told to take her hands off Marcus, but he did have a point. Her shoes and stockings were already soaked and she could feel dampness seeping into her foundation garments. So she turned on the ignition, careful to leave the headlights off. The vents started blasting, but the air was as cold as outside. It would take a while for the system to warm up/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Hang on, I've got a propane heater." Bea tried to lean over the back seat, but her girdle seized her middle and the sleeves of Marcus's jackets fell over her hand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You need help?" Marcus was blowing in his fingers./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""No, I've got it." Bea managed to grab the heater with her fingertips and pull it into her lap. She flicked her zippo open, and a moment later, they had a merry blue flame and a gentle source of heat. Soon the car would smell of wet wool suits, but no matter. They'd be plenty warm. Bea held her painfully cold fingers to the heater for a moment, then turned her attention back to Marcus's tie. She wanted to climb back into his lap, but what was she going to do with the heater? And how were they going to do anything beyond tie removal? Marcus had had a point; the Beetle was tiny. Marcus's shoulders took up more than half of the front seats, and his head nearly scraped the ceiling./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Get in the back," said Bea. No asking; but this point Marcus preferred orders. "There'll be more space."br /He wasn't about to disobey, but getting a Heavy into the back seat was a tight-fitting operation that involved lot of wriggling and strange angles. Somehow, they managed, and Bea put the front passenger seat as far forward as it would go, then set the heater on the dash. At least the back gave Marcus a couple more inches of headroom and enough space for his knees. He looked at Bea with satisfaction and she climbed into his lap, straddling his torso. The position made her skirt bunch around her hips, revealing garters and the lace edge of her knickers. Most unladylike, especially for a woman with such thick thighs. Marcus seemed rather pleased with unladylike, because his hands were immediately on her, thumbs stroking the little band of pink skin over the tops of her stockings./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Much better than the front." Bea turned her full attention to his tie now. It was an older tie, too narrow and dark to be fashionable, but the silk slid undone quickly. Bea shoved the tie aside and started on the button on his vest and shirt. Such tidy bone buttons. They seemed to neat for the thick and rather hairy chest behind them. Bea loved that hair – it set Marcus apart from the strongmen in circuses and in magazines. Those men were as bald as plucked chickens and altogether too lean. They do it for show, Marcus had told her, and that made it even better. That meant that Marcus, with his coarse body hair and scars and slight layer of fat, were real. The thought made Bea grab a hasty handful of fabric and try to yank the shirt over Marcus's shoulders./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So eager." Marcus's hands had moved from her shoulders to her girdled waist, fingers settling on the stern steel boning./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Damn right I am." She couldn't deny it. A low ache had started building in her pelvis, and she barely so much as touched him!/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Still, Bea would not have been diverted from the shirt had not taken her by the jaw and pulled into a kiss. It was all tongues and a slight clacking of teeth, his stubble and sideburns rough br /against her cheeks. She could still taste the whiskey on him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus exhaled, then pinched her lower lip between his teeth and pulled away. A bit too soon, really. "Sorry. Couldn't help it."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You're just horrid, pet." Bea turned back to the shirt, but he caught her hand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""No hurry, you know. Light a cigarette. Stay awhile."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bea sighed in mock irritation. "Well, I suppose I could indulge that." The Luckies were still in her pocket, and the light from the zippo reflected on Marcus's face. Bea lit the cigarette and inhaled so deeply that she could feel the heat in her lungs, then pressed her mouth to Marcus's and filled him with smoke. He made a noise of satisfaction, rather high-pitched for such a big man. Wouldn't it be nice to hear another such noise? Bea thrust her weight forward, pressing skirt and knickers again against Marcus's crotch. The bulge there was incredibly satisfying. br /Marcus's hand was on her ass by now. Quite a handful, even his hands as large as his. This pushed Bea even further forward and it made the confines of her girdle thoroughly unbearable. No more waiting, the horrid thing was going to have to come off./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"So Bea sat back and pulled her jacket and blouse over her head to reveal her girdle. It was much heavier and sturdier than Helens; she was too plump for the light, elasticized ones. She had to exhale and suck in her stomach to unhook it, but once she had, it sprang free eagerly. There would be red indents left in her skin, but the light was too dim to see them./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Much better." Marcus said it before Bea could. He gave the soft spot above her hips a little squeeze before moving upward. His fingers lingered on the indentations, which were a little warmer than the rest of her skin. "That thing's been bruising you up." Marcus hated her girdles; he said they ruined everything from Bea's flexibility to his appreciation of the view. br /The marks from the girdle weren't that interesting, though, so Bea took Marcus's wrist, urging him upward. Her breasts were as much of a handful as her ass, and they hung a bit low under their own weight. Marcus stroked the soft undersides, his calloused fingers a wonderful contrast again such tender, unexposed flesh. It made Bea inhale once, sharply, a breath she hadn't planned to take. She caught a flash of Marcus's teeth then, ghostly in the dim light. Bea was anything but vocal in bed, but that only seemed to make Marcus delight in whatever sounds he could coax out of her. Maybe Marcus thought sounds were a testament to his skill or maybe he just wanted to reassure himself that this ferocious little merc could be undone just like any other woman. The smile prompted Bea to bit the inside of her lip. She might be eager, but Marcus still needed to work a little./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His fingers were tracing her nipples by now, but at least their puckering could be attributed to the cold. Or that's what would say if she asked. She'd give him no credit, and least not if her goal was to make him work./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""That's quite all right now." Bea tried to make her voice distant and aloof, but she always sounded more like a poor imitation of Helen than anything else. "Kiss me."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"More of that slightly toothy smile, and a good view of the white of his dark eyes. Did anyone else know that Marcus could almost resemble a puppy? It wasn't a terribly obvious resemblance; it must have stemmed from his eagerness to take her commands. Immediately, he hefted up her breasts and peppered them with kisses. Sweeting and fluttering kisses, just enough to stimulate. The tip of his nose was cold, his sideburns tickled. The ache in Bea's pelvis had spread to her stomach by now. She wanted to shift her weight and grind against him again, but Marcus would not be interrupted./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"So Bea hooked two fingers under the great cleft chin, urging his gaze upward. "Good boy. So obedient. It's pathetic, almost." The insult prompted her to take a drag on the cigarette until the end glowed bright. Bea exhaled, the ground the cigarette against Marcus's chest, right on the edge of his nipple. The scent of burned hair joined those of gasfire and wet wool. It made her sigh; she loved that acrid smell precisely because others hated it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The pain of the burn made Marcus moan in just the way she liked, deep and chesty. She pressed her nose into his chest and gave the burn the gentlest little nibble, then a kiss. His skin was not exactly soft. It was thicker than hers a maybe a bit oily after a day of sitting in a suit. He had a certain scent about him, too. Unwashed up not unclean, some combination of plain white soap and body heat. And of course, the burn was hot beneath her lips./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus yelped, and Bea practically strained her ears trying to make sense of it. There was a fine line between pleasurable and ordinary pain, and it would ruin in the mood if she really hurt him. But the sound seemed to be the former and he wasn't tensing and pushing her away. Besides, if it got to be to too much, he'd never been shy about telling her as much./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Look at you," said Bea once she'd pulled away. "Transfixed by a breast or a burn. Pathetic."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Like I said. Can't help it." Marcus seemed utterly resolved to his pathos./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His tone made Bea snort with affected laughter. She flicked the burn with a fingernail for good measure and turned to look at the cigarette, which was still in her hand. "Oh dear. My smoke's gone out." She looked up at Marcus, making a point of pouting. "What a shame. I'm not sure I have the motivation to light it again."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"This—or something similar – was usually Marcus's cue to service her, but there was nowhere near enough space for that. Nowhere to kneel or lie down. Bea was considering logistics when Marcus took her by the ribs and picked her up bodily. He set her down a few inches away; instead of sitting in his lap, she was now on his knees, with her back pressed against the front passenger seat. His strength made the move feel like a command, but his face was open, all but searching for affirmation. When Bea made no move to protest, one of his hands wandered outward, through the mess of her bunched skirt and slip, up towards the edge of her knickers./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"They were French-style knickers, a little old-fashioned by now, but with the distinct advantage of being totally open at the crotch. His fingers brushed against her pubic hair, and internally, Bea cursed herself for not bringing anything to use as lube. She had a little tub of Vaseline in her toiletries back, but it was up in the room with Helen. Well, it was too late to do anything now, and at least she was already quite wet./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus made a few large, almost clumsy grabs at her vulva before he found her labia and parted its lips. He stroked at the tender inner folds, making a broad circular motion. Bea's heart was pounding in her ears by now, and the muscles of her pelvic floor had started to flutter. She was still biting her lip, but it likely didn't matter. Marcus could probably feel everything that was going on. At any rate, he circled tighter, teasing the area just around her clit. Then, suddenly, there was another finger on her, pressing against her anus. There was no way he could penetrate her anally without lubricant, but he fingered the surrounding skin./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Just as Bea thought he was about to finger her clit, Marcus pulled his first finger away and slipped it rather forcefully inside her. It was unexpected enough that Bea gasped. Maybe she should tell Marcus that this was an awful lot awfully soon, and did he really want her to orgasm before they got to the main event? Or maybe that was exactly what he wanted, because he slipped another finger inside her and curled them against her walls, towards her rectum. It was good enough that Bea couldn't have borne to stop him. So she leaned back and resolved herself to the fact that Marcus had a mind to make her come here and now. She never lasted as long as she would have like, and when the orgasm hit her, she let out a long, shuddering breath. The sort of thing you couldn't hear in the next thin-walled hotel room, and that was exactly how Bea liked it. Private even when there was no one to hear./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"About then, she noticed that she'd gone all but limp, pressed again the front seat as she was. A bit sweaty, too, and her hair and somehow come unpinned, exposing the extensive face scars. At least her glass eye hadn't fallen out; she wasn't in the mood to crawl under the seats while looking for it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A low chuckle rumbled out of Marcus, and he leaned forward slightly, brushing loose hair away from her eye. "Still pathetic, am I?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Fuck you." Bea said it with a smile, but had it been anyone other than Marcus, she could have been genuinely irritated. It wasn't like her to be like this, so obviously undone with pleasure that she couldn't even deny it. Feelings other than anger were raw and intimate things. They were far too intimate for the men and women she met on jobs and at parties and in those illegal dungeons dedicated to the American fetish. But Marcus didn't belong to that class of people; he was something entirely different./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus stroked her hair again, and Bea noticed that his expression was almost apprehensive. She'd been lying against the front seat for too long, she decided. She was not the sort to linger; she was meant to her swagger back, drive the action forward, and drag Marcus along with it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I suppose that was good enough, pet." She didn't sound quite like Helen this time. The disdain wasn't believable, so she reached for her zipper and added, "More than good enough." The cigarette smoldered, and Bea took just enough of a drag to regain her confidence. Was there anything that projected confidence so well as a cigarette in the hand? Probably not. Thus reassured, Bea exhaled and put the cigarette to Marcus's chest again. Three quick, small burns right in a now. None of them would be deep enough to leave a scar. Still, Marcus made a sound, a sort of affected whimper. They both knew this wasn't serious pain./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why, that's barely anything." Bea feigned irritation. "Do I need to do more?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"As if to test this, she scooted closer and cupped one hand around his tenting crotch. Gave it a little squeeze. Marcus's erection was large and satisfying, of course; Bea would have expected br /nothing less from such a massive man. She shifted the still-lit cigarette from to her left hand and used her right to address his belt and fly. His dick twitched a little at her touch, so she pawed at it through his boxers. The boxers were gray cotton, high-waisted, and fastened with two plain buttons. Good and functional, a hundred times better than the pastel silk things that more fashionable men wore. Why bothered with pretty fabrics when all boxers came off in the end?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"With that, Bea pulled the unbuttoned boxers down towards Marcus's hips, giving him just enough slack to free his dick. It wasn't the longest dick she'd ever seen, but it was good and thick and always erect when she needed it to be. Every bit as functional as cotton boxers, really./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Not bad." Bea tapped the head with her index finger, then drew the cigarette close as if she intended to burn him there. But even she was not that cruel, so she snuffed it out against the ride of Marcus's pelvis. The burn would be sore and painful there, but it wouldn't rub against any of the seams inside his clothes. It wouldn't do for a burn to be torn open and infected. br /"Shame this car is so small." Bea tapped the last burn. Felt its heat. "Can't reach to kiss it better." As if to make up for this, she pressed her lips to the four on his chest. They were beginning to bubble into blisters by now. Maybe it was satisfaction with the blistered burns that prompted Bea to push herself up and mount Marcus's cock./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"This part came easily now, with Marcus thrusting his hips and putting one hand on Bea's back to guide her. Him panting a bit and fresh sweat on them both. Hard thrusts, him going in as deep as she could take, which wasn't quite up the balls, but it was close enough. Bea might've insisted he drag it out, ordered him to last until he gave her another orgasm, but a strange tiredness had seeped into her bones. It might have been due to the confined space and dim light, combined with the fact that the blasting heater had made the car quite warm by now. Or maybe it was just the aftermath of a long and miserably dull day. What time was it now? Eleven or so? She didn't have a watch./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Whatever the time, she allowed Marcus to come at his own pace. Once he was good and spent, he pulled out of her. Tucked his soft cock back into his boxers and tucked her into his arms. For a good while, they just sat like that, with Bea's head against Marcus's chest, both of them relaxed and quiet and still. She might've fallen asleep like that, had Marcus not stirred and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Thanks, love."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Of course." There was no need for commands and insults now. "Whenever we can." It was dawning on her that they'd have to get back into their wet clothes and lumber back through the snow. "Wish we had a proper bed."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""We'll be back at the base tomorrow." Marcus checked his pocket watch. "Well, later today."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"That seemed to be enough to rouse them to action. After a good deal of wriggling, they were back in their clothes. Bea's girdle seemed even more miserable now that it was damp. Running through the snow was even more awkward now that it was deeper, and the doorman seemed quite surprised to see them again. It was as if he'd forgotten they'd ever left. Regardless, he narrowed his eyes at Bea's mussed hair and smeared rogue, drowning in Marcus's jacket as she was./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The doorman wouldn't have mistaken her for a prostitute; Bea was too plain and her suit was too conservative for that. He probably thought she was an ordinary loose woman, the kind driven to extramarital fucking by nuptial boredom or spite. Or maybe he though she was a mistress, plied with pearls. Though that was what she really was, wasn't she? Marcus's mistress. When Bea tried to think of a better word, nothing came to mind. But how could she be the same thing as those grimly practical girls, when her relationship with Marcus was pure indulgent risk? And besides, Marcus had never gotten her anything that she couldn't have bought for herself./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What're you looking at?" Bea snarled it as venomously as she could. The doorman would probably start some talk, but how many people could he tell while he was working night shift? br /The boy in the elevator must have still be afraid of Bea's foul language, because he started intensely at this levers and didn't say a word. Marcus tipped him a dime./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The tenth floor was quiet, and there was no light beneath the doors of Helen's or Mr. Paulings's rooms. Still, Marcus wished Bea goodnight with only a kiss on the cheek. Their proximity to authority seemed hold them back./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Home tomorrow," he whispered. She nodded./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The sound of the door opening woke Helen, or maybe it was the light from the hallway. At any rate, her mattress rustled. "Find your magazine, did you now?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bea peered at this shadowy figured on the bed and prayed she wouldn't reach for the lamp. She wouldn't have been able to stand Helen's disdain for her rumpled appearance./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""The Economist." Somehow, she managed to keep her voice level. "Sat in the reading room while Mr. Pauling was typing up your notes." She strained to remember the magazine's headline. "Awful lot about the Japs bombing China."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Helen's silence seemed to suggest that she didn't quite believe her. But even if she knew exactly what had happened, Beetle and all, what was she going to do about it now? Besides, a confrontation would just reinforce the fact that Bea and Marcus had gotten together despite her efforts to keep them apart. And Helen would never admit to something like that. Not willingly, at least./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"So Bea said no more. She just undressed in the dark, then brushed her teeth and washed her face without turning on the bathroom light. Crawled into her small and slightly cold twin bed. But before she did, she was careful to set the magazine on the bedside table. For authenticity's sake./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""C'mere." Bea slid across the seat, into Marcus's lap./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus grunted, and put a hand over hers, as if to push her away. "I can…fucking melting, we're going to be so wet, and the…Jesus, Bea. Turn the heat on already. Mess with the tie later."br /Bea didn't like being told to take her hands off Marcus, but he did have a point. Her shoes and stockings were already soaked and she could feel dampness seeping into her foundation garments. So she turned on the ignition, careful to leave the headlights off. The vents started blasting, but the air was as cold as outside. It would take a while for the system to warm up/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Hang on, I've got a propane heater." Bea tried to lean over the back seat, but her girdle seized her middle and the sleeves of Marcus's jackets fell over her hand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You need help?" Marcus was blowing in his fingers./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""No, I've got it." Bea managed to grab the heater with her fingertips and pull it into her lap. She flicked her zippo open, and a moment later, they had a merry blue flame and a gentle source of heat. Soon the car would smell of wet wool suits, but no matter. They'd be plenty warm. Bea held her painfully cold fingers to the heater for a moment, then turned her attention back to Marcus's tie. She wanted to climb back into his lap, but what was she going to do with the heater? And how were they going to do anything beyond tie removal? Marcus had had a point; the Beetle was tiny. Marcus's shoulders took up more than half of the front seats, and his head nearly scraped the ceiling./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Get in the back," said Bea. No asking; but this point Marcus preferred orders. "There'll be more space."br /He wasn't about to disobey, but getting a Heavy into the back seat was a tight-fitting operation that involved lot of wriggling and strange angles. Somehow, they managed, and Bea put the front passenger seat as far forward as it would go, then set the heater on the dash. At least the back gave Marcus a couple more inches of headroom and enough space for his knees. He looked at Bea with satisfaction and she climbed into his lap, straddling his torso. The position made her skirt bunch around her hips, revealing garters and the lace edge of her knickers. Most unladylike, especially for a woman with such thick thighs. Marcus seemed rather pleased with unladylike, because his hands were immediately on her, thumbs stroking the little band of pink skin over the tops of her stockings./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Much better than the front." Bea turned her full attention to his tie now. It was an older tie, too narrow and dark to be fashionable, but the silk slid undone quickly. Bea shoved the tie aside and started on the button on his vest and shirt. Such tidy bone buttons. They seemed to neat for the thick and rather hairy chest behind them. Bea loved that hair – it set Marcus apart from the strongmen in circuses and in magazines. Those men were as bald as plucked chickens and altogether too lean. They do it for show, Marcus had told her, and that made it even better. That meant that Marcus, with his coarse body hair and scars and slight layer of fat, were real. The thought made Bea grab a hasty handful of fabric and try to yank the shirt over Marcus's shoulders./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So eager." Marcus's hands had moved from her shoulders to her girdled waist, fingers settling on the stern steel boning./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Damn right I am." She couldn't deny it. A low ache had started building in her pelvis, and she barely so much as touched him!/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Still, Bea would not have been diverted from the shirt had not taken her by the jaw and pulled into a kiss. It was all tongues and a slight clacking of teeth, his stubble and sideburns rough br /against her cheeks. She could still taste the whiskey on him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus exhaled, then pinched her lower lip between his teeth and pulled away. A bit too soon, really. "Sorry. Couldn't help it."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You're just horrid, pet." Bea turned back to the shirt, but he caught her hand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""No hurry, you know. Light a cigarette. Stay awhile."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bea sighed in mock irritation. "Well, I suppose I could indulge that." The Luckies were still in her pocket, and the light from the zippo reflected on Marcus's face. Bea lit the cigarette and inhaled so deeply that she could feel the heat in her lungs, then pressed her mouth to Marcus's and filled him with smoke. He made a noise of satisfaction, rather high-pitched for such a big man. Wouldn't it be nice to hear another such noise? Bea thrust her weight forward, pressing skirt and knickers again against Marcus's crotch. The bulge there was incredibly satisfying. br /Marcus's hand was on her ass by now. Quite a handful, even his hands as large as his. This pushed Bea even further forward and it made the confines of her girdle thoroughly unbearable. No more waiting, the horrid thing was going to have to come off./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"So Bea sat back and pulled her jacket and blouse over her head to reveal her girdle. It was much heavier and sturdier than Helens; she was too plump for the light, elasticized ones. She had to exhale and suck in her stomach to unhook it, but once she had, it sprang free eagerly. There would be red indents left in her skin, but the light was too dim to see them./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Much better." Marcus said it before Bea could. He gave the soft spot above her hips a little squeeze before moving upward. His fingers lingered on the indentations, which were a little warmer than the rest of her skin. "That thing's been bruising you up." Marcus hated her girdles; he said they ruined everything from Bea's flexibility to his appreciation of the view. br /The marks from the girdle weren't that interesting, though, so Bea took Marcus's wrist, urging him upward. Her breasts were as much of a handful as her ass, and they hung a bit low under their own weight. Marcus stroked the soft undersides, his calloused fingers a wonderful contrast again such tender, unexposed flesh. It made Bea inhale once, sharply, a breath she hadn't planned to take. She caught a flash of Marcus's teeth then, ghostly in the dim light. Bea was anything but vocal in bed, but that only seemed to make Marcus delight in whatever sounds he could coax out of her. Maybe Marcus thought sounds were a testament to his skill or maybe he just wanted to reassure himself that this ferocious little merc could be undone just like any other woman. The smile prompted Bea to bit the inside of her lip. She might be eager, but Marcus still needed to work a little./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His fingers were tracing her nipples by now, but at least their puckering could be attributed to the cold. Or that's what would say if she asked. She'd give him no credit, and least not if her goal was to make him work./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""That's quite all right now." Bea tried to make her voice distant and aloof, but she always sounded more like a poor imitation of Helen than anything else. "Kiss me."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"More of that slightly toothy smile, and a good view of the white of his dark eyes. Did anyone else know that Marcus could almost resemble a puppy? It wasn't a terribly obvious resemblance; it must have stemmed from his eagerness to take her commands. Immediately, he hefted up her breasts and peppered them with kisses. Sweeting and fluttering kisses, just enough to stimulate. The tip of his nose was cold, his sideburns tickled. The ache in Bea's pelvis had spread to her stomach by now. She wanted to shift her weight and grind against him again, but Marcus would not be interrupted./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"So Bea hooked two fingers under the great cleft chin, urging his gaze upward. "Good boy. So obedient. It's pathetic, almost." The insult prompted her to take a drag on the cigarette until the end glowed bright. Bea exhaled, the ground the cigarette against Marcus's chest, right on the edge of his nipple. The scent of burned hair joined those of gasfire and wet wool. It made her sigh; she loved that acrid smell precisely because others hated it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The pain of the burn made Marcus moan in just the way she liked, deep and chesty. She pressed her nose into his chest and gave the burn the gentlest little nibble, then a kiss. His skin was not exactly soft. It was thicker than hers a maybe a bit oily after a day of sitting in a suit. He had a certain scent about him, too. Unwashed up not unclean, some combination of plain white soap and body heat. And of course, the burn was hot beneath her lips./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus yelped, and Bea practically strained her ears trying to make sense of it. There was a fine line between pleasurable and ordinary pain, and it would ruin in the mood if she really hurt him. But the sound seemed to be the former and he wasn't tensing and pushing her away. Besides, if it got to be to too much, he'd never been shy about telling her as much./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Look at you," said Bea once she'd pulled away. "Transfixed by a breast or a burn. Pathetic."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Like I said. Can't help it." Marcus seemed utterly resolved to his pathos./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His tone made Bea snort with affected laughter. She flicked the burn with a fingernail for good measure and turned to look at the cigarette, which was still in her hand. "Oh dear. My smoke's gone out." She looked up at Marcus, making a point of pouting. "What a shame. I'm not sure I have the motivation to light it again."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"This—or something similar – was usually Marcus's cue to service her, but there was nowhere near enough space for that. Nowhere to kneel or lie down. Bea was considering logistics when Marcus took her by the ribs and picked her up bodily. He set her down a few inches away; instead of sitting in his lap, she was now on his knees, with her back pressed against the front passenger seat. His strength made the move feel like a command, but his face was open, all but searching for affirmation. When Bea made no move to protest, one of his hands wandered outward, through the mess of her bunched skirt and slip, up towards the edge of her knickers./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"They were French-style knickers, a little old-fashioned by now, but with the distinct advantage of being totally open at the crotch. His fingers brushed against her pubic hair, and internally, Bea cursed herself for not bringing anything to use as lube. She had a little tub of Vaseline in her toiletries back, but it was up in the room with Helen. Well, it was too late to do anything now, and at least she was already quite wet./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Marcus made a few large, almost clumsy grabs at her vulva before he found her labia and parted its lips. He stroked at the tender inner folds, making a broad circular motion. Bea's heart was pounding in her ears by now, and the muscles of her pelvic floor had started to flutter. She was still biting her lip, but it likely didn't matter. Marcus could probably feel everything that was going on. At any rate, he circled tighter, teasing the area just around her clit. Then, suddenly, there was another finger on her, pressing against her anus. There was no way he could penetrate her anally without lubricant, but he fingered the surrounding skin./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Just as Bea thought he was about to finger her clit, Marcus pulled his first finger away and slipped it rather forcefully inside her. It was unexpected enough that Bea gasped. Maybe she should tell Marcus that this was an awful lot awfully soon, and did he really want her to orgasm before they got to the main event? Or maybe that was exactly what he wanted, because he slipped another finger inside her and curled them against her walls, towards her rectum. It was good enough that Bea couldn't have borne to stop him. So she leaned back and resolved herself to the fact that Marcus had a mind to make her come here and now. She never lasted as long as she would have like, and when the orgasm hit her, she let out a long, shuddering breath. The sort of thing you couldn't hear in the next thin-walled hotel room, and that was exactly how Bea liked it. Private even when there was no one to hear./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"About then, she noticed that she'd gone all but limp, pressed again the front seat as she was. A bit sweaty, too, and her hair and somehow come unpinned, exposing the extensive face scars. At least her glass eye hadn't fallen out; she wasn't in the mood to crawl under the seats while looking for it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A low chuckle rumbled out of Marcus, and he leaned forward slightly, brushing loose hair away from her eye. "Still pathetic, am I?"/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""We'll be back at the base tomorrow." Marcus checked his pocket watch. "Well, later today."/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Home tomorrow," he whispered. She nodded./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The sound of the door opening woke Helen, or maybe it was the light from the hallway. At any rate, her mattress rustled. "Find your magazine, did you now?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bea peered at this shadowy figured on the bed and prayed she wouldn't reach for the lamp. She wouldn't have been able to stand Helen's disdain for her rumpled appearance./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Helen's silence seemed to suggest that she didn't quite believe her. But even if she knew exactly what had happened, Beetle and all, what was she going to do about it now? Besides, a confrontation would just reinforce the fact that Bea and Marcus had gotten together despite her efforts to keep them apart. And Helen would never admit to something like that. Not willingly, at least./p
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