A man took Petunia back to her room.
“Strip,” the man said.
As she was unbuttoning her white dress shirt, she thought, that lawyer and government worker paid no attention to my writing ‘Help me’ on their hands…as I knew they wouldn’t. I’ve seen them walking about here before: they must be working for Mark and Capitol in one way or another.
She was in only her white bra and panties now. The man was ogling her with a smile.
“Keep going,” he said. “Let’s see the rest of you.”
She removed her bra, showing him her firm little breasts and thinking, I saw Guy’s eyes: he doesn’t believe Thea, either. He believes I like to fuck the clients here. I’m trapped here. She won’t be able to get me out. I’ll have to escape myself, or die trying.
She’d pulled down the panties, and her bare feet kicked them aside. The man looked up and down at her nakedness.
“Good,” he said. “We have a customer waiting for you.”
Thea went to a Starbucks, sat at a table, and stared at the Frappucino she’d bought. Guy didn’t leave with her from Capitol: he said he wanted to meet up with a friend.
What am I going to do? she thought. I can’t get anyone to believe me, not even Guy. When I got in my car, I saw him going to the bus stop, so I guess he isn’t going back into Capitol. He’d better not be: I’ll kill him if he fucks Petunia again. But what can I do? I can’t stop him, or any guy from paying to have her.
Suddenly, a recording of the chorus of ‘Sisters Are Doing It for Themselves’, by the Eurythmics and Aretha Franklin, was playing on her phone, telling her she had a text message:
I work for Capitol. I can help you. Let’s meet in the Eastview Shopping Mall tonight, in front of the Starbucks. Will you be available at 8:00? I can be there then.
Whoever this was didn’t leave a name, she thought. He must know it’s dangerous to snitch on the company. He must be a he: other than the enslaved prostitutes, what woman would ever work in such a degrading place? Ms. Kay must not know how corrupt LeSaffre is.
Thea replied to the text message with, “I’ll see you there at 8:00 tonight.”
Jim read her reply on his cellphone. He thought, I’m a dead man for doing this; Mark surely is tracing my calls and text messages. But I can’t live with myself for doing what I’ve been doing.
He watched the video screen showing the room nude Petunia went into. Then he saw the man about to have her enter. Jim’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw his face.
Thank God they put an orange Creep up her pussy to make her compliant with him, Jim thought. I don’t wanna speak her words for her, the way I feel. Can’t believe that prick wants to fuck her so soon after that fake meeting.
“So good to see you again, Petunia,” Guy said as he unzipped his pants. “I knew you liked your job.”
She looked up at him as she knelt and took his cock in her mouth. He looked down and saw tears in her eyes.
“What the…?” he said, then he moaned from the wet massaging of her lips and tongue. He raised his head and closed his eyes.
She put her hand up his left pant leg. He felt her finger tickling his leg, rubbing a straight line down in a stroke.
“Oh, don’t do that, baby,” he said, then he felt two more strokes, a short horizontal one, then another top-down one: an H. “Wait…oh!” Her writing and sucking were distracting him from the experiencing of either. “H…ah!…E…oh!”
She wrote L…P, then H-E-L-P again.
“Holy…shit!” he grunted. His heart was racing from both the feeling of her flickering tongue stimulating the underside of his cock, and from putting the evidence all together: her robot-like talking in the room with Mark, Thea, Kay, and Brennan; her writing finger; and the tears in her eyes. His brain was going in opposite directions—pleasure and guilt from what her mouth was doing.
He came in her mouth, and saw some of it drip down her chin; but he also admitted to himself that he saw the tears in her eyes, at last, and he felt ‘HELP’ written on his leg again.
“Thea…was right,” he panted as he put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up. He fell to his knees and faced Petunia eye to eye. Now he had tears in his eyes to mirror hers. “I’m so sorry, Petunia.”
He wrapped his arms around her and fought to refrain from weeping. She put her arms around him and held him close.
“You must hate me,” he whispered into her ear, burying his wet face into her neck. Now her finger was writing on his arm.
“You…don’t?” he asked. “After what I’ve done?”
“Can’t you speak?” he whispered in her ear.
Keeping his mouth close to her ear and his voice as soft as he could, he said, “We’ve got to get you out of here.”
Y-E-S. (Her hand was always shaky…)
“And you like me, even though I took advantage of you here?”
Y-E-S. (…yet her finger wrote with sufficient clarity.)
“Did Capitol…drug you in some way?”
Of course, he thought; her shaky writing finger, struggling to communicate with me, proves how little control she has over her own body. “They’re controlling what you say, what you do?”
His erection was returning. Her writing finger is expressing her real thoughts, he thought; if she insists she still likes me, even after fucking her twice, maybe she’ll be OK with a third fuck. “They’re watching, and listening, aren’t they?” This was his softest volume yet.
“They’ll get suspicious if we don’t fuck, right?”
“Since you like me, even after what I did…and I feel like an asshole for asking, but I’ll respect your wishes if you answer no. Is it OK if we fuck again?”
“Really? You mean that?”
He looked in her eyes and smiled. Her tears were gone. Her smile seemed less artificial.
“OK,” he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock again. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
He slid his cock inside her slowly, her sighing softly. As he pushed in and pulled out, he panted these words: “I’ll talk…to Thea…about…a plan…to get…you out…of here. Unh!”
“Good, they’re fucking again,” Free Mark said to Jim as they watched Guy and Petunia in the Regulating Room. “I didn’t like that pause between the blow job and now.”
“You think he was whispering a secret message in her ear?” Jim asked.
“It’s very possible,” Free Mark said. “When I walked in here, right when he came in her mouth, he didn’t look happy.”
“After he leaves, I can play back the recording at a high volume so we can know if he said anything to her that we need to worry about,” Jim said.
“I don’t think we need to worry about that right now,” Mark said. “For the moment, he seems to be just enjoying himself.” The only thing I need to worry about at the moment is that text message my computer caught you sending to Thea Cummings, he thought.