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Subject: {ASSM} "Burning A Hole" {Kellis} (Fmm oral)
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Burning a Hole

a Story by Kellis
Summer, 2004


"$500!  You won $500?"  Fader took his eyes off the traffic long enough
to see if his friend's expression was serious or joking.

Dell chuckled.  "Don't get excited.  That was at the dog track.  They 
withheld half for taxes."

"Still, $250!  This afternoon, you say?  Did you cash the check?"

"More like 200.  They gave me the long green.  And a receipt."

"Well, goody for you!"

"Goody for us both.  See that fox at the bus stop?  Pull up in front of
her."

The setting sun shown along the intersecting street, limning in orange a
full figured brunette in jeans and sweater with a bulging purse slung
over one shoulder.  A ponytail of long hair glowed behind her.

"You know her?" asked Fader, swinging the van across lanes.

"No, but I can see already I want to."

"Damn, she _is_ a fox!" Fader agreed reverently as the bulky vehicle 
shuddered to halt at the curb.

Dell depressed the window button and called while the glass descended, 
"Could we ask you something?"

The girl wore the faint makeup of youth.  Her eyebrows were thin arches
above brown eyes in a pretty oval face with a snub nose and full lips.
Standing a few feet inside the curb, she looked upon him blankly at 
first, as if her attention were a thousand miles away.  Then her lips 
stretched in a slow smile.  "Sure," she said, "if it's not personal."

He drew a deep breath.  "Would you take a ride with us for $200?"

"Christ, Dell!" muttered Fader in disgust.

The girl's eyes widened.  She huffed twice and suddenly burst into 
shrill giggles.

"God, I love that sound!" Dell breathed.  "But what's so funny?  I've 
got the money in my pocket."

Her giggles subsided to a wide grin.  "What's funny is I was just 
wondering how guys pick up strange girls around here."  She shook her 
head.  "At least you're not cops."

"How do you know?"

"Cops don't start out offering money.  They wait for the girl to ask."

"Damn, I never thought of that!  What if _you're_ the cop?"

Briefly she giggled again.  "If I were, I'd make sure my backup was 
following, turn on the wire, get in the car, put my arm on top of the 
seat so the wire could be heard and lead you guys into spelling out 
exactly what you want for your money.  Then I'd place you under arrest."

"Holy shit!"

Fader muttered, "I think we ought to get out of here."

"I agree," she said, "but first open the side door."  Apparently her 
mouth was suppressing a grin.

Dell glanced at has partner and shrugged.  "Why not?"

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Fader, shaking his head.

"That's not a reason."  Dell turned partly around in his seat, released
the latch and shoved the back door along its rails.  The girl promptly 
ducked into the van, paused to slide the door closed with a crash and 
settled into the captain's chair behind the driver, which was the third
and only remaining seat in the battered old vehicle.

Fader stared at her in the mirror.  Dell twisted to stare directly.

Once again shrill giggles erupted.  "Oh god, if you could see your 
faces!"

Fader demanded, "How do you know so much about the cops?"

"I like cops."  The giggles subsided.  She caught his eye.  "That was a
good thought you had."

"Wh-what thought?"

"To let's get out of here."

"Oh, yeah."  He remembered to check the traffic light only after he had
pulled away from the curb.  It was red.  Sucking in his gut, he wheeled
sharply to the right around the corner and accelerated amid the blare of
horns.

"Jesus!" cried the girl in nearly religious awe.

Dell took a deep breath.  "Fader, depending on the other guy to stop is
gonna get you, one of these days."

"I was ... getting out of there," muttered Fader through tight lips.  
He deliberately suppressed adrenalin-sponsored panting.  The van 
proceeded smoothly amid the glares of other drivers.

 From behind him the girl sniffed.  "If I've got to die, I want that 
money in my purse.  Let's see it."

Dell, sideways in his seat, paused with wallet partly raised.  "Let's 
see your tits."

She snickered.  Her hands closed on the hem of her sweater and snatched
the front of it up to her shoulders before snapping it back into place,
very briefly exposing a well filled flesh-colored brassiere.

"That's not tits!" Dell complained.

"And that's not money."

The young man sighed and removed a sheaf a bills to spread before her 
eyes.  He said smugly, "I told you we had it."

"Let me count it."

Dell lost his smugness.  "When we finish."

She shook her head.  "That's not how it works."  She chuckled.  
"Besides, I've already earned it."

"You what?"

"You asked if I'd ride with you for $200."  Her chuckle became a wide 
grin.  She spread her hands.  "Well, here I am, riding.  If nobody hits
us."

"You did say that," Fader pointed out.

Dell's expression became calculating.  "Show me your tits and I'll give
it to you."

Her grin continued.  "You know, I heard that."

"Huh?"

"I heard you say, 'Take a ride with us to a secluded spot where we can 
all get naked and make out like bunnies, and we'll give you $200.'"

With gaping mouths both young men stared at her, Fader via the mirror.
She said to him, "Better watch the road."

His eyes snapped away reluctantly.

Dell mused, "You want us to talk about it, you said."

"If I was a cop."

"Take off your sweater and bra so we can see you're not."

Her eyes twinkled.  "I'll trade."

"Trade what?"

"You take off below the waist and I will above it."

Dell blinked.  "You're kidding!"

She sniffed.  "You think I would've got in here if I was kidding?"  She
grasped the sweater bottom with crossed arms and this time drew it over
her head, ducking to pull her ponytail through the neck opening.  
"There!" she said with satisfaction.  "Now it's your turn."  Casually 
she let the sweater fall to the floor behind her but took care to lower
the large purse gently.

Shrugging, Dell kicked off his sneakers, popped open belt and fly, 
snatched down his jeans and kicked his feet free of them.  He grinned 
triumphantly.  "Your turn!"

"Christ!" declared Fader.  "Wait'll we get out of this traffic!"

"You got any place to go?" Dell asked the girl.

"Not me.  I just got into town.  You guys _live_ here, don't you?"

"Yeah.  Hey, I got it!  Fader, nobody's home at your place, right? -- 
which is why they sent you.  Let's park in your garage."

The girl asked, "How far's that?"

The driver answered, "About six blocks from here."

Dell added, "We can get you back downtown in no time."

"Got to come back anyway," Fader disclosed.  He turned left at the 
next intersection and accelerated to higher speed.

The girl said, "'Fader,' eh?  Is that your first or last name?"

"It's his nickname.  I'm Dell.  What can we call you?"

"Hot Lips," she said with a giggle, "both sets."

Dell swallowed.

"Both ..."  Fader's voice trailed off.  His eyes were huge on hers in 
the mirror.

Her giggle became frank laughter.  "Oh, you guys are a pair!"

Dell frowned.  "What kind of pair?"

"A pair to have fun with, I hope."  She swung around to examine the base
of her seat.  "This is a captain's chair, isn't it?  Does it lean back?"

"Sure," Dell responded, pointing.  "Pull that lever."

In a moment she was reclining.  "Great!  I know a good use for this."

"Cool!" Fader agreed fervently, eyes wide on her grin in the mirror.

She giggled, returning his gaze.  "In a minute you'll be panting with 
your tongue hanging out, right?"  She leaned far forward, rose out of 
her seat and blew in his ear.

He shivered and she giggled, slumping back.  "I have to tell you, I like
you guys.  You're what -- about seven or eight years younger than I am,
I'd guess, which makes it just right."

"You like younger guys?" asked Fader.

"For some games, like two on one."

"Oh, wow!"

They rode in companionable silence, the traffic thinning.

Dell straightened up, peering ahead.  "Stop at that drugstore."

"The drugstore?" Fader repeated.  "What for?"

"Rubbers.  Unless you got some."

"Oh.  Yeah."

The girl announced, "You don't have to bother on my account."

"We don't?"

"I'm on the pill and I'm clean."  She chuckled.  "And I know you are 
too."

"How do you know that?"

She smiled fondly.  "You're what my aunt calls 'clean cut kids.'  You've
neither one had the chance to catch anything dirty."

"I wouldn't say that!" declared Dell, chin rising.

"I would," countered Fader emphatically.

"Besides, I've got healthy gums," she continued conversationally.

Fader blinked.  "Gums?"

Dell shrugged.  "Anyway we just passed the drugstore.  How 'bout you, 
Hot Lips?"

"You mean have I had a chance to catch something dirty?  I'm with you.
I wouldn't say I haven't either."  She grinned.  "But if a girl only 
plays with young guys, she can stay out of trouble."

Dell's lip curled.  "Wish you'd tell that to the girls at school.  They
like the older ones."

The girl nodded sympathetically.  "Because the older ones have the 
dough.  But you guys are doing all right: 200 bucks _and_ wheels."

Dell licked his lips with a leer.  "And one stacked fox!"

She giggled again.  "What more do you want, two of them?"

"Well ..."

She sniffed.  "You don't need two."

The van lurched as Fader turned into a driveway.  Raising a hand to the
visor, he operated the remote for the garage door.  The girl ducked to 
study the house: a typical suburban split-level with a neatly landscaped
lawn.  Colorful spring flowers lined its walls.  The two-car garage was
empty of vehicles until the van rolled inside.  The door descended 
behind them.

She affirmed, "No one's at home, you said."

Dell answered, "And won't be for a couple hours.  Right, Fader?"

"More like three," he answered, killing the engine and turning around in
his seat expectantly.

Dell, also reversed, licked his lips and rose on his knees.  "Want help
with that bra?"

She grinned.  "How about you, with those jocks?"

"Ah, ah --"

She giggled.  "Actually it's my turn, soon as you give me the money."

"The, the money?"

Fader directed, "Pay her, Dell."

Dell sighed in surrender, retrieved his wallet, drew out the entire fold
of bills and put them into her outstretched hand without counting.

She blinked.  "This is all you had?  Well, here then."  She peeled off 
the top note, a twenty, and returned it to the boy with a smile.  "Let's
don't start out worrying."

The rest of the money disappeared into her big purse.  Her hands 
released the brassiere from behind.  She shrugged out of it, leaving two
well-fleshed breasts jiggling before them.  Both watchers drew sharp 
breaths, eyes riveted on the small dark nipples.

"Now it's your turn," she declared.  "You both want to play, right?  
Take your britches off too, Fader."

The driver obeyed with alacrity.  An electric motor whined as Dell 
lowered the back of the front passenger seat to its full extension 
nearly parallel with the floor.  Naked below the waist, he slid across 
it toward the girl but hesitated short of contact as she rose far enough
to slither free of jeans and panties.  Fader crawled around the back of
the driver's seat to join his friend on the depressed passenger back.  
Both boys had retained only T-shirts and sneakers.

With a giggle she thrust her chest almost into their faces.  "Would you
say _these_ are tits?"

"Wow!" muttered Fader involuntarily.

Dell's hand rose but hesitated.

"Go ahead," she directed, smiling at him.  "You're renting them."

"That's right," he breathed in sudden realization.  His hand closed 
firmly around the full breast and his mouth descended upon the raised 
nipple.

She invited, "You too, Fader."

Her hands fondled the backs of their heads as both male mouths worked on
her chest.  She murmured, "Ooo, what nice babies you make!  When I do 
have some, I'm gonna shoot for twins.  Now take your shirts off.  What 
we need is skin."

The T-shirts were gone in a flash.  The girl surged forward, caught both
lads around the shoulders and pulled them into her chest.  Her hands at
the back of curly heads pulled their faces into hers.  Both mouths were
open, perhaps in startlement, and her tongue flicked snakelike back and
forth between them.

"Hey!"

Dell tried to complain but produced only a burble around her tongue.  
She held the three mouths firmly together and sucked the tongues from 
each, thrusting her own to follow their withdrawals.  His hands rose to
her cheekbones and forced their faces apart.  "Yuck!" he cried.

Her eyes widened.  "What's the matter?"

"You're making me taste _his_ spit!"

She laughed softly.  "And mine.  Is something wrong with his spit?"

"Well ... it's --"

"You boys are clean.  You have good teeth -- very straight.  Bet you 
both just got out of braces."

"We aren't fags!"

"Too bad."

"Huh?"  He blinked.  "You want us to be fags?"

"I mean too bad for you, you'll miss a big chunk of fun."

His lip curled.  "What do you know about fag fun?"

"Everything.  A guy can only do three-fourths as much to a dick as a 
girl can."

"Three-fourths!"  Dell blinked at her and mumbled under his breath, 
"Mouth, asshole, hand ...  What's the fourth?"

"Her pussy."

"What can it do that --"

Fader interrupted him.  "You _like_ what fags do?"

With a bark of laughter she shoved Dell's torso backward, partly against
the van's side door, and fell upon his unprotected penis.  He froze, 
staring down at his sudden lapful of brown hair.  His eyes rolled up to
his watching friend and he declared in awe, "She ... _swallowed_ it!"

"Your whole dick?" asked Fader, eyes widening.

"Damn near!"

Fader goggled.  "Guess that answers the question."

"What question?"

"She _likes_ it."

Releasing the organ with a pop of suction, she raised her head to grin 
at Fader.  "What's not to like?  Lean back."

She dived upon the second penis, causing its owner to twitch and freeze.
Dell caught her ponytail and threw it to the other side of her face.  He
bent low to study her profile at close range.  "She's got most of yours
too -- and it's exactly the same size as mine!"

She giggled through her nose.

"Christ, Dell!" muttered Fader disgustedly.

"Huh?"

"How'll she think you know _that_?"

"Hell, circle jerking doesn't make you a fag."

"Jesus Christ, _will_ you shutup?"

The girl raised her head and giggled.  "Sounds like fun.  Boys in a 
circle -- do you jack each other?"

"Not necessa--" Fader began.

Dell interrupted smugly.  "And only one hand, if it's just two boys."

She rose further, licked her lips and studied him thoughtfully.  "Facing
each other, both dicks in the same hand?"  She sniffed.  "That sounds 
kind of faggy."

Fader repeated his partner's protest: "We aren't fags!"

"But you don't mind putting your dicks together.  I like that."

"You _like_ it?"

"I'll show you.  Dell, you lie with your head towards the back of the 
van and, Fader, with your head towards the front.  Put your right thigh
over the other guy's left hip until your balls are touching."

Fader blinked at her.  "Huh?"

"Come on, you'll like it."  She repeated her directions, hands guiding 
their legs as they pivoted.

The male combination was too long.  The upper half of Dell's torso hung
off the end of the lowered seatback so that he must support himself with
hands extended to the floor, but the sets of testicles cuddled under 
upstanding erections.

Her hand forced the organs past each other.  "Crossed dicks!  There's a
rare sight!  And god, these two are identical.  I love clipped ones with
big pink heads."  She chuckled fondly, grinning from one fascinated face
to the other.  "Here's where I prove I've got a big mouth."

Kneeling sideways to the boys' junction, she aligned the two penises 
upright with undersurfaces pressed together.  Opening her mouth to its 
limit, she took in the full combined width and at least half the length.
A glans bulged each cheek.  With a nasal snigger she caught a boy's hand
in each of hers and brought it to the adjacent check, rubbing his 
fingers over the bulge.  Hard suction produced a loud slurping vibration
along with male shivers.

She rose up, licking saliva from her lips and grinning around at both 
male faces.  "See?"

Dell's eyes were huge.  "C-could any girl do that?"

"Any girl with two dicks to play with.  No, stay where you are.  I know
another good game for two dicks."

She raised one shapely knee, swung the other leg over them and crouched
above their junction.  Reaching around her buttocks, she steadied the 
two male organs with one hand while the other stretched forward to brace
herself on the dash.  Fader's eyes crossed as he stared up at the 
dangling breasts.  Her buttocks settled carefully.

"Good god!" exclaimed Dell, using the inside door handle to raise his 
shoulders.

"Wh-what's happening?" asked Fader.

"She's got a big cunt too!"

The girl barked a laugh.  Her hand released the penises as her buttocks
settled fully on the boys' hips.  "You think so?  Then how's this?"

Both boys squealed.

"How'd you do that?" asked Fader, eyes huge on hers.

"You never heard of sphincters?  A pussy can be any size it wants."  She
began to chuckle.  "God, I love to fuck when it's funny!  You guys are 
precious."  Still laughing, she let her belly sag upon Fader and began 
to rotate her hips vigorously while sliding them forward and back, 
working the foreign organs as if in a hot, wet fist.  She murmured, 
"Ooo, that's so good!"

"Oh, Jesus!" Fader exclaimed.  "It sure is!"

She groaned and whimpered.  Both her arms were braced on the dash over 
Fader's head.  Fleetingly he though of clutching the breasts that 
brushed his chest, but the curious, _slithering_ compression of his 
genitals allowed no distraction.

The girl's moans grew louder and became words: "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck
me!"

In sudden realization he cried, "She's coming!"

"So'm I!" declared Dell.

Her internal moisture increased suddenly.  For a moment it was 
distinctly cooler within her.  She screamed and closed tightly upon her
invaders, her body rigid.  Fader found himself helplessly adding to the
delicious mix.

After a moment of twitching and shivering, she resumed the sliding 
motion of her hips.  Both boys groaned loudly.  Two sets of hands darted
under her buttocks and lifted her away.

"God!" cried Fader.

"Tired of me already?" she asked, eyes twinkling.

He shivered.  "Can't stand any more right now."

She twisted around to look at Dell.  "You too, eh?"

His answer was to enclose his wet organ in a protective hand.

"Young dicks!"  She chuckled but not in displeasure.

"What's wrong with them?" asked Dell.

"Nothing.  They're just extra sensitive.  Let's give them a break."

She swung herself above them and plopped back into the captain chair, but
not before a glob of pale semen had fallen from her onto Dell's forearm.

"Good god!" he exclaimed, staring at his arm.  Fader rose on an elbow to 
goggle.

She giggled.  "Does it burn or something?  Mama'll fix."  She leaned 
forward and sucked the semi-gelatinous mass cleanly into her mouth.

Both male chins sagged.  She swallowed ostentatiously and smacked her 
lips.  "Rich stuff!"

Dell hitched his legs free of Fader's entanglement, sat up on the back 
of the reclining passenger seat and swung around to face her.  "You like
come in your mouth?" he asked wonderingly.

She shrugged.  "What's not to like -- when you know it's healthy?"

"But it's ... tasteless!"

Fader shook his head.  "Christ, Dell!"

Her soprano giggle sounded again.  "Not quite.  And you have to remember
what it is."

"_Come _," declared Dell, lips twisting as if closed on something sour,
"from the pee hole of a dick!"

"It's also 20 million half-babies.  40 million in this case.  I'm sure 
you guys are fertile as turtles."

"Half-babies!" repeated Dell, gawking.

"I'll bet you haven't licked a clit yet, have you?"

"A clit?"

"When you do, it won't be just because it feels good to your girl."

"Because what?"

Fader said thoughtfully, "She didn't suck come just because we like the
idea."

"Oh.  You mean ..."

"Yeah.  She likes the idea too."

Dell's eyes widened.  "Wow!  I hope you stick around, Hot ...  What's 
your real name?"

"Oh, I'll be here for a while.  And you safe young guys are really 
neat."

She leaned forward and pulled Dell's face to hers.  He resisted with a 
grimace but she exhibited surprising strength.  Her probing tongue drew
his out.  Hastily Fader sat up and joined his mouth to theirs.  Her arms
encircled their shoulders.  Theirs went around her back.  Dell squeezed
her buttocks.

Suddenly she released them and slid sideways off her seat.  A hand went
to each penis.  "Still up there!" she observed, licking her lips.  
"Let's move over to _my_ chair.  Fader, get in it and lean all the way 
back."

He obeyed willingly.  When he was in the specified position, she hopped
lithely over him, spread her knees to either side of his hips, caught 
his upthrust organ in one hand and slipped it back into her still 
dripping orifice.  Her chest dropped to the lad's.  He distinctly felt 
the impact of tight nipples.  Her hips began to slide.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, eyes alight.  "Jism is so slippery!"

Dell asked plaintively, "What about me?"

"Come on up behind me."

"Be-_behind_ you?  You mean ... you ..."

She grinned around at him.  "What's you're problem?  Your dick already 
rubbed Fader's and loved it to death -- at least enough to pop."

"I thought maybe ... maybe you wanted me up your ass."

"Next time I'll bring some grease.  Come on, share a pussy again."

She held still, turning her buttocks higher, as he knelt between 
Fader's legs on the raised footrest behind her.  He inserted himself carefully
above his friend.

"Oh, yes," she cried.  "Now we're cooking!"  Her hips began to bob.

Cooler this time, Dell slipped his hands around her ribcage to clutch 
her breasts, only to find Fader already in possession.  Graciously his 
friend relinquished one.

The girl was moaning already.  Her cheek went down against Fader's.

He looked wide eyed over her shoulder to Dell.  "You feel that?"

"Yeah.  She's coming again."

"You think so?"

"Yeah.  She squeezes when she comes."

The girl shuddered.  Her cries peaked and gradually quietened.  When her
hips fell still, the boys took up the motion, first one then the other 
pushing deep.  Soon she recovered and resumed her inimitable hook and 
slide.  Again the moans rose to a climax.  Again they subsided.

Dell said, "We probably do too."

Aware only of the fragrant, straining female body upon his, Fader 
readily recovered the conversation.  "Squeeze, you mean?  Squeeze 
what?"

Dell managed to look thoughtful despite the agitation of his hips.  
"Stick a thumb up your ass the next time you jerk off."

"Oh.  Yeah, you're right.  God, Dell, this is fantastic!"

"That's the word.  You ever heard of a girl letting two guys do her 
pussy at once?"

"No -- or anything else."

"Well, I've seen pictures of two on a girl at once, but one was up her 
ass."

"Yeah, you showed me.  But I bet this is more fun."

Dell grinned.  "Feel that, do you?  Sure beats a fist!"

"Jerky.  Nothing else could feel like this."

The girl giggled through her moans, a peculiar sound.

"What's funny?" Dell demanded.

"You guys, comparing notes with your dicks knocking heads on my womb.  
God, I love it.  Oh, oh, oh!"

"Coming again," noted Fader dryly.

Dell groaned.  "When she squeezes that hard ..."

"Yeah.  It gets me too."

Apparently it did.  On the next cycle, Fader announced, "I'm about to 
shoot!"

"You are?  Jesus, so am I!"

This time all three groaned in ecstatic cacophony.  Both boys thrust to
maximum penetration.  The bodies froze except for the girl's shudders.
Finally a panting Dell rolled back off the captain's chair and collapsed
on the reclining passenger seatback.  The girl straightened her legs 
around Fader's and sagged full length upon him.  Her body glistened with
perspiration.

"Roll down the windows, for Christ's sake!" commanded Fader, voice 
muffled by a soft shoulder.

Dell drew himself up tiredly, leaned into the front and turned on the 
ignition long enough for the electric windows to descend.  Swinging back
around, he paused with a giggle.  "Damn, Fader, your balls are 
_soaked_!"

"Make's sense: I'm on the bottom."

"Yeah, you lucky shit, you've still got it in her too."

He leaned forward.  The girl craned her head.  "What are you doing?"

"Looking in your asshole.  Huh!  It's closed up tighter than a teenage 
bar."

Her eyes danced.  "About the same as yours, probably.  Next time we'll 
let Fader compare."

"We --  Yuck!"

She laughed and rose up on her knees, from there to her feet, bending 
beside the captain's chair.  "Get up, lover," she said, gesturing to 
Fader, "and leave me room to dress."

She produced a package of tissues from the capacious purse to wipe 
Fader's groin and her own.  A small can of deodorant appeared next.  
Despite evasive maneuvers and giggles, she sprayed three pubic bushes.

"Wha'd you do that for?" demanded Dell, glaring.  "Now my dick'll smell
like a girl."

"Maybe so," she agreed wryly, "but it won't tell anybody what you've 
been doing."

"Huh?"

"Not like stale jism."

"Oh."

She slipped into her clothing as quickly as the boys.  "You did come 
just now, didn't you?" she asked Dell.

"Thought you could feel it!"

"Not when both pop at once."  She smoothed her hair in the rearview 
mirror.

"Okay, I did," Dell admitted.  "You said you're on the pill."

"Oh, yes."  She sat back down in the now upright captain's chair and 
smiled into the faces of the boys perched hip-to-hip on the 
still-lowered front seatback.  Her eyes sparkled above pink cheeks.  Her
smile grew wide.  She giggled.

Dell asked skeptically, "What's got you so high?"

"Two fresh young guys at the same time."  She giggled again.  "What a 
bargain for you!"

"Huh?"

"You came off twice each, right?  That's four times for $180, or $45 a 
pop.  Do you know what the quickie rate is these days?"

Dell asked, "What is it?"

"At least $100, usually 150."

"How do _you_ know?"

Her smile faded.  "Well, I _do_ know."

Fader's eyes widened on hers.  "You mean ..."  His voice trailed off.

With a sneer Dell finished the question.  "You mean this isn't the first
time you've charged for it?"

She nodded.  "That's right.  It's not the first time I've charged for 
it, just the first time I've delivered."

"Delivered?"  He frowned.  "What does that mean?"

She looked from one boy to the other.  "Oh, hell!  I can trust you."  
She reached deep into the purse, took out a leather folder and opened it
upon a silvery badge, engraved with the words _Miami Police_ in large, 
bold letters.  She let them glance at it.  "I'm on the vice squad."

Fader licked suddenly dry lips.  "You ... you're a cop?"

"Sure am.  Worse than that, I'm bait."

"Bait?"

"John bait."  Her eyes sparkled.  "I put on calf boots, fishnet 
stockings, short shorts and a tank top with sequins and strut around on
street corners."

"To ... to ..."

"To trap the johns."

Dell's voice quavered.  "Are you ... g-going to arrest us?"

She chuckled.  "Don't worry, sweetie.  When I'm on the job, they get 
arrested the moment they hand me the money.  They don't get to 
touch me."

"Then you're not working?  What are you doing way up here?"

"I've got a couple weeks off."  She laughed heartily and winked at them.
"There I was, standing on a street corner and looking the place over, 
wondering what business is like in small towns, and you two fellows 
showed up.  Business must be pretty good: you propositioned me right 
off.  In a van, too!  I couldn't believe it, with me in jeans and a 
sloppy old sweater.  Do I have a hooker's face, boys, or is it something else?"

"You have a pretty girl's face," said Fader reverently.

Dell added, "And you have to ask for it if you expect to get anywhere."

"So you only wanted to give me a ride?"  She chuckled.  "Well, I'm glad
you did.  Trapping guys used to be fun but it's starting to get old."  
Her eyes sparkled again.  "It makes me sad to think of all the dicks 
I've turned down."

"You like dicks," Dell said positively.

"A girl is made to like them -- especially two at once.  I'm going to be
in this town a couple weeks.  Where can we get together again?"

Fader glanced at his wristwatch, uttered an exclamation and scrambled 
back to the driver's seat.  "Her bus is here," he said to Dell.

"If it's on time, which they never are."  He turned back to the girl, 
"You're the first I've met who admits liking two at once."

The van's engine started, the garage door rose and the van backed out to
the street.  The girl said, "Everybody likes two at once.  The problem 
is getting them.  The easy ones aren't safe and the good ones are so 
touchy about each other."

"Touchy?"

"I should say, 'Touchless.'  Getting two dicks to touch is just about 
impossible."

"Then how'd you know it would be fun?"

Traffic was even heavier, though mostly in the opposite direction.  She
said, "I've got lucky twice.  They sent me to heaven and now so did you
fellows.  Hmm.  Fader, is it easy for you to get the use of this van?"

"I guess," the driver answered over his shoulder.  "They let me have it
this afternoon so I could pick up my sister-in-law.  She's coming in on
the 5:30 bus from ..."  His eyes sought hers in the mirror and he 
grinned.  "From Miami too."

"Your sister-in-law?"

"Yeah.  Sort of.  She's the sister of my sister's husband."

Dell said, "Fader's mom runs a flower shop.  They mainly use this van to
deliver, but not at night.  Could we pick you up somewhere after supper?  
Or maybe tomorrow night?"

She giggled.  "I know you're young, but do you really think you'd be any
good tonight?"  Abruptly she leaned back in the chair, frowning 
thoughtfully.  "I saw a business name painted on the van but didn't pay
attention."

"_Cartright Florists_...  What about it, honey?  Maybe tonight's too 
soon, but can you get away tomorrow?"

Her eyes narrowed.  She took a deep breath and mumbled, "I don't know."

"Well ... Fader, hand me one of those business cards behind the visor."
When the driver had complied, Dell scribbled on the back of it.  "Here's
my phone number.  Just ask for me."

She smiled at him until she turned the card over.  She took a deep 
breath.  Her eyes rose to scan distantly out the window.

The van rolled to a stop.  "Here you are," said Fader.

Dell reached over the back of his seat and slid the side door open on 
its rails.  He grinned hopefully.  "How about right here tomorrow 
night?"

She recognized the street corner where the three had met.  Her blank 
gaze stopped on Dell's face.  She laughed mockingly.

"Did I say something I shouldn't've?" he asked, eyebrows rising.

"No."  Taking a firm clasp on her purse, she scrambled out of the 
vehicle to stand on the sidewalk.

"Then what's got you down?" he asked.

She turned around slowly.  Her eyes had narrowed.  She gestured.  "Get 
out."

"Huh?"

"Get out and get in the back seat."

"B-but ..."

Fader leaned down and reminded her, his voice coming through the still 
open rear door, "I've got to meet somebody."

She worked the latch on the front passenger door and pulled it open.  
"Come on, Dell."

The boy spread his hands in bafflement but obeyed, remarking as he swung
into the back, "Maybe she wants anybody from Miami."

The girl plopped into the front seat and closed her door as Dell closed
the rear one.

Fader pulled up to the red light at the intersection.  "Did you want a 
ride to the bus station?" he asked her.  "It's only another block."

She took a deep breath.  "Donald, we've got some serious talking to do."

"Donald!" Fader repeated with a sniff.  "Only my mom calls me that."

"And your sister."

"Huh?  Do you know my sis--"  The boy's head jerked toward her, eyes 
widening comically.  "Holy shit!"

"No kidding!" exclaimed Dell.  "Did you go to school with her?"

The girl shook her head.  "No, but I met her, all right," -- she 
laughed in rich irony -- "when my brother stopped by after his 
honeymoon."

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