A Red Picket Fence

Sam began to step through the threshold, then stopped. She turned back, took a good long look at the girl with orange and green hair, smiled, cautioned the girl to silence, and motioned for her to come in the room.

She had an idea.

Chapter 17

The girl followed her in. Sam leaned into the girl and was amazed that she smelled surprisingly clean. Inexpensive scented soap clean, but clean. She continued leaning in, next to her ear, and whispered; "I'll pay you a hundred dollars to keep him occupied for two hours."

The waif looked at Freddie, still nude and asleep on the bed, then back to Sam. She leaned and whispered; "Any problems with how I occupy him for two hours?"

Sam stood up straight and mouthed the word 'no' as she shook her head.

The waif nodded her head, and held out her hand. Sam stepped over to the chest of drawers, picked up her wallet and gave the girl a hundred dollar bill.

The girl took the money, stuffed it into her apron, and stood back, waiting for Sam to do whatever she was going to do. Sam pulled a pair of his sweat pants from the duffle bag, and pulled them on. She finished buttoning Freddie's shirt, completed her text message, and sent it. She then stepped over to her wet clothes, and gathered them up. Turning toward the door, Sam stopped and whispered "Remember, two hours. If I'm gone longer, I'll give you another fifty, okay?"

The girl nodded, and Sam left. After the door closed, The green and orange mopped stick girl moved the short distance to the door and turned the dead bolt - double locking it. The curtains were closed... She nodded to herself, seemingly satisfied with their privacy.

Turning, she noticed the vitamin bottles on the chest of drawers, she picked them up and sat them on the bedside table - just in case. She turned, sat in the only chair, untied her boots and kicked them off. She stood, pulled off her stained, striped apron and olive drab camo sweatshirt, and dropped them on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, in her opinion, and with her tiny mosquito bite tits, bras were a waste of money. At barely five feet tall, and almost ninety pounds, she more resembled an eleven year old boy than a woman of nineteen years... But she had girl parts - the bits that mattered to the fellas, and knew how to put what she had to good use. Shortly, her black sweatpants and camo panties had joined their mates on the floor. Sitting back down, she removed her socks, dropped them on her pile of clothes, and stared at his sleeping form.

"Yep, ole' Lizzie is gonna git herself a damn fine dickin in just a bit..." She murmured to herself.

Sam pulled off the frontage road and onto Aurora Avenue. She'd be back at the house in about fifteen minutes if traffic wasn't bad. Her phone rang - it was Carly.

Lizzie spread her legs over the arm rails of the chair, and began slowly massaging her clit. Her other hand, almost automatically, drifted to her left nipple. She pinched herself and began rubbing her clit harder, faster, until she began to gulp in air.

She stopped, stood, rubbed her right hand along her aroused and wet pussy, and crawled onto the bed. Gliding up next to his sleeping form, she positioned herself at his waist, took his limp dick in the palm of her damp hand, and began to stroke him gently.

Sam tapped her ear bud... "Carl's, go home! Right now - say you're sick or something. Just get to the house as soon as you can."

Sam listened for a moment before responding. "Yes, I found Freddie. Why didn't you say anything yesterday? Never mind... We'll discuss that later. For now, just get home. I'm headed there now, and should be home in about ten minutes. Call Mel and tell her too."

She tapped her ear bud again, disconnecting even as Carly was saying something further. She didn't care. She... Really they, had bigger problems... Named Freddie.

Her phone rang again, then stopped. She glanced at the screen - it had been Melanie. Hopefully her sister had hung up when Carly had called her... Hopefully.

He woke. He was groggy, but thought Sam must have some other plans...

"So, you're looking for another go?" He said as he began to prop himself up on his elbows. Looking down, he noticed it wasn't Sam.

He shook his head.

"Hey there Mr. Tricky Dick. Name's Lizzy. Yer gal friend paid me ta keep ya busy for a spell... Any problem with how I'm earnin' my pay?" She said.

He looked her over for a moment. She looked like she was twelve - and a bit under developed at that. She continued stroking him, seemingly unfazed by his short scrutiny.

"How old are you, anyway?" Freddie asked.

"Nineteen... ID's in my apron if ya wanna see it." She said, still stroking his now slightly hardened cock.

He noticed a few slight stretch marks around her hips and tummy... Somebody's knocked her up at least once. Fred mentally shrugged, and said; "My name's Buck."

"Well Buck, lets fuck." She said grinning.

"It's not polite to talk with your mouth full..." Fred replied, smiling.

"Got 'cha" She said as she lowered herself and took his prick in her mouth. Fred could feel things working as he watched her head bobbing up and down.

Sam pulled up, and parked in front of the house. She grabbed a few things and attempted to run. Her (his) sweat pants ended up around her ankles. She grabbed the pants, yanked them up and continued holding them up as she ran to the front door. She let go of the pants as she pushed the key into the lock - the sweats slid down her legs. She pushed the door open and did the pants - around - your - ankles shuffle inside.

The retired neighbor across the street had observed the entire 'blonde with the falling pants' episodes. He thought that it was always nice to see any of the three women that lived there, but this was just an added bonus. He took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt - just in case there was a repeat performance.

A few moments later, he noticed the small dark haired woman pull into the driveway of the house across the street. She got out of her car and briskly walked up to the side door. He was a bit disappointed since she didn't seem to have the same pants issues. He shrugged, straightened his newspaper back out and continued going over it. After a bit, the other blonde that lived across the street pulled up in that old Lincoln they had. She looked like she was related to the first blonde, the one with the pants problems. Maybe even twins. She parked in the driveway and went into the side door as well. She was wearing a dress... A red one. He liked blondes in red dresses, always had. Unfortunately there was only a slight breeze today... Maybe tomorrow... He'd check the weather forecast in the paper.

Inside the house, they weren't particularly worried about the weather. Carly was sniffling, with Melanie attempting to comfort her while Sam continued speaking.

"... Look, I have no idea what kind of crap he has planned, but he knows something. I think the only reason he was looking us up individually was to gather more information... To compare notes. Yes, it pisses me off - and you not telling us of your little get together ticks me off quite a bit too, Carls... I mean really... We've got Gibby looking for him, and even he can't find him. Then he shows up, fucks you senseless, feeds you some bullshit line, and you don't spill." Sam stated.

"Look Sam, I think any of us might have done the same thing under the same circumstances." Melanie said in an attempt to console Carly.

"Well... You're probably right. Carly, I'm not so much mad at you as I am angry that you fell for the shit he's shoveling. He must have had a great line..." Sam said.

"Well, you fucked him quickly enough!" Carly vented.

"I don't deny it, the man has skills. But I did him for a different reason. I wanted to buy time. How was I supposed to know he'd fuck me into a orgasmic coma! I can barely walk! I admit it, I screwed up!" Sam vehemently replied.

"Well, that's the truth... I'm still sore myself." Carly said with a slight wince.

"Look ladies, it's been an hour and a half. We need to get back to the motel. It's time for this to happen, one way or the other." Sam said.

"How do you know he'll still be there, sis?" Melanie asked.

"I hired some kid, one of the maids, to keep him there for two hours." Sam replied as she finished tying her shoes.

"YOU WHAT?" Melanie and Carly shouted together.

"What? I hired one of the maids to... What did I say... To distract him. No, to occupy him. Yeah, occupy him for a couple hours. What's wrong with that? Oh shit..." Sam said pensively.

"Oh shit indeed. You hired some slut to fuck him, you idiot!" Carly admonished as Melanie nodded in agreement.

"DAMN IT! Okay, we've got to go... Maybe she didn't fuck him. Or if she did, who cares. He's been fucking someone while he was gone. He's got some new tricks that he didn't have before." Sam said as the three women streamed out the door and got in the Lincoln.

Melanie started the car and began backing out of the driveway. Once she was on the street she began shaking her head as she mused out loud: "I can not believe you'd hire a whore to keep Freddie occupied. What were you thinking, sis?"

Sam didn't answer, she only shook her head slightly and stared out the windshield.

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Yep, another.

But...

Still not finished!