BAY WATCHERS - Part One (Laura) - A beach series inspired by a popular TV show - by Ginny
PART ONE (Laura)
Jean McDowell was looking forward to the Memorial Day weekend for the first time in years. It meant the start of another summer season at the beach, but now, at 26 years of age, she was about to take the next step to advance her career. Bill Everett, the section supervisor, had unexpectedly resigned a month before and Jean was going to get his job. Jean was a tall redhead, 5'7" and 132 solid pounds from years of swimming that firmed and tightened her 40C-26-38 figure.
When the phone rang in the beach patrol office, she put down a cup of coffee and answered it expecting to get the official notice of her promotion. "Hello Jean," said a familiar voice. It was Chad Jason, the Region Supervisor for the Southern California Beach Watch. "I'm sorry," he said, "there's no easy way to tell you this. You didn't get the Section Supervisor job." Jean was outraged and interrupted to demand an explanation. He tried to calm her, explaining that the decision had been out of his hands. "A section supervisor up North put in for it. Since they were already in a supervisor slot, they had priority under the contract."
"Who the hell is he anyway?" she sneered coolly, "Someone's son or something?" "No," Chad chuckled, "In fact, it's not even a `he.' Her name is Laura Chambers," he said, "She's been one of the top supervisors in the system for the last two years. She and her husband split last fall and she wanted to move to a new location. When your section opened up, naturally she asked. There's nothing I could do about it Jean, I'm sorry. I know you'll give her your full cooperation and I promise, as soon as something else opens up, maybe next year, you'll be first on my list."
Jean slammed the phone down as tears filled her large, green eyes. Hearing someone approaching, she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Her friend Becky Daley, the Mayor's daughter, walked in off the street. "Hi, Jean, ..." she began then stopped short when she saw the big woman's tears. "What's the matter? Is something wrong?" Jean shook her head silently and turned her back on Becky for she hated to show weakness in front of her friends.
"I just found out I didn't get the job. They're bringing some bimbo down from up North instead. Well, they'll find out she's not as good as they thought. By the end of the summer, she'll be gone they'll be begging me to take the job. Come on," she grabbed Becky's arm and pulled her toward the street, "let's get drunk and figure how we're going to fuck over that bitch."
They walked away from the beach to a bar they frequented. On the way, they stopped at Jacki's Boutique to pick up the owner, Jacki Chan, another friend. They were as close as three women could be. Becky had returned to town three years ago after graduating from an exclusive Eastern college. Jacki, a predatory lesbian, had seduced her in the fitting room of her boutique the next day.
Since then, they'd been inseparable. They met regularly for sex and when Jacki seduced another girl, they'd initiate her into their group. Unfortunately, their initiation tended to be quite rough and most girls didn't come back for seconds! They sat in the bar, talking and drinking until closing time. Jean was very vocal about her desire to sabotage the career of Laura Chambers, who she said, "stole my job."
The next morning, Jean was in the Beach Watch Office nursing her hangover when a tall, good-looking blonde walked in without knocking. Looking up, Jean saw an attractive woman only a few years older than herself. "Whadda ya want?" she muttered, hoping the woman would go away. "I'm Laura Chambers," the blonde said in a curt tone, "are you McDowell?" Jean leaned back in the chair and propped her feet on the desk. "Yeah," she said frostily, "What of it?"
The blonde set down a bag she was carrying and walked around the desk. Putting her hands on Jean's feet, she threw them off the desk with a sudden swipe. Jean leaped to her feet and went face-to-face with the blonde, glaring menacingly. They were about the same height and as Jean's eyes studied Laura's body, she inhaled deeply and expanded her broad chest. It was obvious her breasts were a good size larger than those of her blonde supervisor.
Laura stared Jean in the eyes as she said evenly, "You'd better get a few things straight right now, young woman. First, you keep your big feet off the desk; second, when anybody comes in this office, and I mean anybody, you'd better treat `em with respect. The last thing, I want to see the guard roster. I expect you to give me a run-down on each of the guards today. Is that going to be a problem for you McDowell?"
Jean glared silently at Laura before she spoke in a low, measured tone, "Look blondie, don't throw your weight around here, OK?. Because if you try, the only thing getting thrown is going to be your ass into the street." To back up the threat, Jean leaned forward until her breasts touched Laura's. Not the least bit intimidated by her subordinate, Laura leaned back at Jean, pressing her own breasts with equal force against Jean's chest. Like two animals in a fight for dominance, they pushed against each other.
Suddenly, Jean swung her open palm at Laura's face, but the tall blonde caught it in mid-air and in a surprise move, twisted Jean's arm down and back behind her back. Jean was forced to spin on her heel as Laura levered the arm into a hammerlock. Just then a tiny voice called, "Mommy?" from the doorway. Laura quickly let go of Jean's arm and turned away, leaving Jean to massage her throbbing elbow. Jean looked up and a small, blonde girl in the doorway wearing a print dress and a frightened expression.
Laura picked up the girl up in her arms and cradled her. "It's OK, Honey," she cooed, "We were just playing a game." She looked at Jean in a silent plea for confirmation. Jean knew she could put Laura in her debt and she played along. Patting the towhead's shoulder she said, "That's right, Sweetie," and gave Laura a meaningful glance, "Mommy was just playing."
"This is Sharon, my daughter," Laura said as she proudly stroked the girl's head. Jean reached down her hand, "Hi Sharon, I'm Jean. I work with your Mommy." Laura hadn't missed the way Jean emphasized the word "with" but she let it pass for the time being. Laura sent Sharon to play in the corner while she had Jean give her a quick run-down of all the life guards assigned to the section, noting their strengths and weaknesses. The briefing lasted for more than an hour until Sharon became restless.
"I guess I've done enough for the first day," Laura said. "Maybe tomorrow will get off to a better start. I'd like us to be friends Jean." Laura offered her hand, "I'm sorry. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Can we start over?" Jean took the hand, but as they shook, she squeezed it as hard as she could. Laura realized what Jean was doing and she also increased her pressure. The two muscular women continued for over a minute until Sharon tugged at her mother's skirt, "Let's go Mommy, I'm hungry." They broke their grips without resolving the conflict, but both women's faces were flushed from the effort.
Laura took little Sharon's hand and walked out of the office. Jean, who'd remained calm in front of the child, exploded in anger. Within seconds, the office was littered with paper from Laura's desk. She dropped in the chair with her fists clenched and tears of frustration and rage filling her eyes. "That stupid cow," she muttered, "she screws up her own life, then comes down here to fuck mine up too."
As she was considering the impact of Laura's arrival on her, Becky and Jacki walked in. "Want to do lunch, ..." Jacki began then stopped in mid-sentence when she saw Jean's face. "Now what's the matter?" Betsy asked, gently touching her friend's shoulder. Jean told them about Laura's visit and their conversation.
At her description of Laura, Jacki rubbed her hands together gleefully, "I can't wait to get my teeth on those jugs.". Betsy meanwhile, had leaned out the door to check out Laura's ass as she walked down the street and turned the corner of the block. "I'd like to spank that sweet behind until it's hot enough to cook on," she sighed as she studied her rough hands. Like the other's Jean smiled at the thought of a couple of things she'd like to do to the haughty blonde's body herself.
"We better be careful," Jean warned. "In the past we've gotten away with some pretty rough shit because it's been against outsiders. She's my boss, if we're not careful I could be the one who gets fired. Remember, we want to get her out of here, not me." After a moment's thought, Betsy spoke up, "Don't worry, Jacki and I can arrange it so you aren't involved. We'll take care of her ourselves." But Jean shook her head, "Oh no, this one, I want to get a piece of myself. With that bitch, it's personal."
Jacki was anxious to get started. "Whatta you have in mind?" she asked, licking her lips hungrily. Betsy grabbed Jacki's arm and pulled her out the office door. "Hey," cried Jean, "what about me?" "Get your own lunch," Betsy laughed over her shoulder, "We've got a lot of work to do this afternoon." As they left the office arm-in-arm, Jacki was humming. "I'm sure lucky to have such good friends," Jean thought as she began to clean up the mess she'd made of the office.
Betsy and Jacki spent the afternoon with in bed together, making love and scheming. Jacki drew up a flyer for a "pre-season" sale on bathing suits, which she planned to get Laura to attend somehow. She was anxious to have the big blonde in her shop for one of her "personal fittings." "Who knows," she sighed, "maybe we won't even have to run her out of town. We could initiate her into our little group and make her our personal plaything. It'd sure be more fun than chasing her away." Betsy nodded, but reminded Jacki that keeping Laura around as a toy wouldn't solve Jean's problem of losing her job to Laura. "Fuck Jean," Jacki laughed, "did you see the ass on that cunt?"
While Jacki plotted to lure Laura into her store, Betsy was arranging an invitation to Laura and Sharon for the Mayor's Annual Memorial Day party. She was anxious to be sure that Laura understood that she was politically connected while she took advantage of Sharon to get close to the big blonde.
Several days later, according to Jacki's plan, Laura showed up at her Boutique. She picked out several suits to try on and although Jacki tried to talk her into trying more daring ones, Laura blushed and demurred, "I'm afraid I'm a little modest for that." Jacki watched her through a hidden peephole as the big blonde undressed. Her eyes widened when she got her first look at the blonde's muscular build and Nordic beauty. Laura's tight body was in excellent shape from top to bottom. Her breasts were firm and full, her stomach hard and flat and her buttocks tight, despite their well-rounded shape.
Jacki saw that in spite of her deep tan, Laura had a pale outline from her one-piece lifeguard's suit. Maybe, she thought, the gorgeous blonde was as modest as she pretended to be. It seemed she rarely, if ever, got any sun underneath her suit! Jacki made a mental note to ask Laura to her "special place" for nude sunbathing. If she accepted, it would be Jacki's chance to get the woman alone, far away from the summer crowds.
As Laura was removing the first suit she tried on, Jacki suddenly burst in on her without knocking. She was carrying several additional suits. "You might enjoy trying these too," she said eyeing Laura's firm breasts. Laura was surprised and quickly covered herself with the suit she'd just had on. She was blushing at being seen in the nude by a complete stranger, but Jacki ignored her embarrassment and held out the suits. As she did, she reached for the suit that Laura was covering herself with, but Laura held it tight despite Jacki's gentle but persistent efforts to take it away from her. "She really is modest!" Jacki thought to herself, "That's a handy bit of information."
The dark-haired oriental reluctantly let go of the suit and backed off, waiting for Laura to try on the suit. She hesitated, hoping Jacki was going to leave her alone but the slender Oriental didn't move. When she realized Jacki wasn't going away, Laura turned her back and hurriedly pulled on one of the suits. "Turn around," Jacki said in her most professional tone, "and let me see how it looks." The suit was cut deep in front and high at the hips. "It's shows far too much skin to wear to work," Laura said shyly. "Do you perhaps have something less ... uh, revealing?"
Jacki refused to be dismissed so easily however and now that she had Laura where she wanted her, she intended to see how far she could push the blonde. Jacki took two quick steps to close the distance between them and reached up to plunge her fingers into the deep cleavage between Laura's full breasts. Running her fingers over the blonde's breasts under the cloth, she tickled the woman's nipples with her fingernails. Jacki smiled as she felt them respond and harden.
Laura too had felt what happened and it made her blush deeply. "You're a big gal," Jacki said, playfully grabbing Laura's breasts through the suit as she used her thumb on Laura's nipples. "Turn around, let's see what the back looks like." Eager to escape Jacki's probing fingers, Laura turned to face the wall. Jacki ran her hands from the swell of Laura's breasts, down her ribs to the gentle curve of the blonde's well-rounded ass. She hooked her thumbs in the back cutout and pulled it away from Laura's body. The seemingly innocent move gave her an unobstructed look at the woman's tight ass.
"You won't get much sun in this," Jacki said casually as she let the material go with a loud "snap" against Laura's pale skin. She winced at the unexpected sting and muttered a something Jacki couldn't hear, but ignored. With both hands on Laura's shoulders, Jacki turned her so they were facing each other again. When Jacki started to pull the shoulder straps off the blonde's shoulders, however, Laura raised her arms to stop her. "You've done quite enough," she said brusquely. "I think you'd better leave me alone. I'd be more comfortable buying my suits somewhere else."
Despite persuasive argument, Jacki couldn't keep Laura from leaving. Given the difference in their sizes, she certainly couldn't force her to stay so she backed out of the dressing room and returned to her peephole. This was the fun part for Jacki, watching women's reactions after she left them alone in the dressing room. Laura sat on the bench, she was breathing heavily, almost excitedly, and didn't move for several minutes. When she'd finally regained her composure and her breathing returned to normal, she peeled off the suit and Jacki grinned when Laura idly ran her hands over her hard nipples and her pussy before she began to dress. Apparently, she'd enjoyed feeling Jacki's hands on her body but as soon as she was dressed she strode straight out the shop without slowing or looking around to say good-bye to Jacki.
As Laura walked rapidly away from the store, Jacki was in Laura's dressing room checking out the suits she'd tried on. She examined the crotch of the last suit and felt moisture. "I guess she enjoyed the `fitting' more than she let on," Jacki chuckled aloud.
That weekend, the Mayor hosted his annual Memorial Day party, the kick-off to the start of the summer tourist season. Becky had made sure her father invited Laura and Sharon and when they arrived, she introduced herself to the blonde. After getting Sharon involved in the children's games, she took Laura's arm and steered into the house where her father, Mayor Daley, was waiting to meet the new Beach Watch supervisor.
"I've heard some good things about you," he said. It was, of course, a lie, for Becky had briefed him about the new woman. Laura, nowever, beamed at the unexpected compliment. "As you know," Daley continued, "the beach is the lifeblood of our community. We depend upon the summer tourist money to fund our operations the rest of the year." Laura listened intently and nodded at the right times. "The one thing I won't abide," he said, "is problems between the summer help, that's your people," he said pointing at Laura, "and the townsfolk."
Laura nodded gravely, "You can count on my cooperation, your Honor. I believe my people getting along well with the locals." The mayor smiled, "Good, then we understand one another. I expect you to fire troublemakers if you can't keep `em in line. In the past," he added, "we've had good relations with the beach patrol, don't screw it up." He abruptly turned his back and returned to the party.
Laura looked at Becky and raised her eyebrows, "Whew! What a tiger. He doesn't sound like he likes the beach patrol very much." Becky smiled, "On the contrary, he and Bill Everett were real close. When Bill left, Dad was excited at the thought that Jean McDowell, who he knows well and is quite comfortable with, was going to the job. You're lucky to have her on your staff. She'll make it easier for you to get along with everyone in town." Laura cleared her throat uncomfortably, but said nothing. Obviously, she was going to have to make a better effort to get along with Jean than she'd expected.
Becky stayed close to Laura and Sharon all day for she not only wanted to get as close as possible to the new woman, but she took every opportunity to praise Jean. Becky walked arm-in-arm with Laura whenever she could. To those who knew Becky's sexual inclination, it sent a clear signal, "This woman is mine."
Jean was also at the party and to further Becky's illusion about her relationship with the Mayor, she hung out with the Mayor; hanging on his every word and laughing at his jokes. He didn't realize it, but he was helping Becky's fiction that Jean was his "chosen" friend in the beach patrol. By the end of the party, Laura was convinced she would need Jean's cooperation if she was going to be successful.
As they left at the end of the party, Laura and Sharon were behind Jean who chatted with Becky. Laura didn't see Becky wink at Jean as she turned away. Touching Jean's arm, Laura said, "We need to talk, can you come by my place tonight." Jean looked her in the eye, "I don't want to socialize with you Blondie. It's all I can do to stand working with you." She turned away, but Laura's pleading, "Please?" stopped her in her tracks.
Trying not to smirk, Jean turned around. "Alright," she said patting Sharon's head. "I guess it'll at least give me a chance to get to know your daughter a little better." Laura sighed in relief, "About eight o'clock? I'll fix dinner." Jean just shrugged, so Laura gathered up Sharon and walked away, still uncertain if Jean would come. As Laura drove off, Becky and Jean high-fived with Jacki.
Promptly at eight o'clock, Jean rang the doorbell on the small cottage Laura had rented. Expecting Laura, she was surprised to see Sharon open the door. "Hi squirt," Jean said, "Is your Mom here?" Sharon laughed the playful teasing and took the woman's hand, "Come on, she's in the kitchen." The girl took led Jean to a tiny kitchen where she saw Laura bending over the stove, her face framed by a halo of matted hair from the cloud of steam rising from a pot she stirred. "The pasta's about done," she said in what Jean took for greeting.
Laura's face was stunning with her wet hair clinging to it as the tips became moist and clingy in the steam. Jean held up a big jug of cheap red wine she'd brought, "I hope this's OK." "Perfect," Laura muttered without looking. "By the time you get it open, I'll be ready. There's a corkscrew in the drawer and the glasses are in the cupboard." Jean unscrewed the cap from the jug and took down two glasses.
She filled a large bowl glass and handed it to Laura. "Whoa, that's a lot," the big blonde whistled. "I don't usually drink wine." "Well, here's to the start of our partnership," offered Jean raising her own glass in a toast. She knew Laura wouldn't refuse to drink and, as expected, they clinked glasses and Laura swilled down the refreshingly cool wine. "Really hits the spot," she said with a hint of surprise. "It's my favorite," said Jean as she re-filled Laura's glass before she could object.
They talked for two hours about their careers in the beach patrol. Their experiences were surprisingly similar, right down to the initial reluctance of male co-workers to accept them as equals. They went upstairs at ten o'clock and put Sharon to bed, then returned to the living room to talk some more and finish off the jug of wine. Jean asked Laura about her marriage and, with her defenses dulled by the alcohol, she poured out the story of her ex-husband's affairs with a stable of different women. "For the last two years," she sighed, "We didn't even sleep together." Laura was quite drunk when they finished the wine and as Jean rose to leave she had to help Laura to her feet. The groggy blonde leaned on Jean for support.
"Here, let me help you," Jean whispered. She slipped her arm around Laura's waist and half-carried and half-dragged the limp blonde's body to her bedroom. As soon as she laid Laura's head on the pillow, she nodded off to sleep. Jean stripped off Laura's clothes and studied her nude body. There was no doubt that Jacki's report was right, she was as tight and firm as a teenager and the pale skin beneath her suit lines left the impression she didn't like to sunbathe nude. Jean wondered if Laura's modesty may have contributed to the break-up of her marriage.
Jean removed her own clothes and took out her lipstick. It was the indelible kind that could only be removed with a determined effort until it finally wore off. She carefully drew lip-shape smudges on the lower portion of Laura's breasts and on her belly just above her pussy. Anyone who saw them would know they'd been left by her female lover. Putting away the lipstick, Jean squatted at the head of the bed and pressed her own thigh to Laura's lips which left a red, lip-shape imprint of her mouth on Jean's tan skin.
Finally, Jean knelt between the blonde's open legs and ran her tongue the full length of her pussy. The sleeping blonde stirred as she responded to the stimulation and, despite her condition, Laura's hips slowly rose to meet Jean's tongue as it flicked her clitoris. Jean took her time and gave Laura an orgasm before she wiped the residue of fluids from her mouth against Laura's thigh. Then she laid down beside the blonde and pulled Laura's arm around her waist and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Jean was awakened by Sharon's gentle shaking. The little girl didn't seem surprised to find Jean in bed with her Mother. Laura woke up and realizing that Jean was laying beside her in the nude, she jumped out of bed and quickly put on a robe. "Wha, ... What are you doing here?" she demanded. Jean shrugged, "I dunno. I really don't remember much after you brought me up here. I think you took off my clothes and then ...", she paused for dramatic effect as she stared at Laura's chest, "My God, your breasts." Laura stared down through her open robe.
Each of her breasts was smudged with a dark red blotch that matched Jean's lipstick. Jean opened her legs and looked down at the mark she'd transferred from Laura's lips next to her pussy. Jean gestured to Laura to open her robe, "You too?" she asked. Her hands trembling, Laura opened the robe to display the red smear on her belly. "Oh my God," she gasped, "I don't believe it. I've never ..." her words trailed off as she looked at Sharon's face.
She had been watching the two women in utter confusion. "Wha ... What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Nothing Honey, it's OK," Laura said as she grabbed Sharon and took her back to her room. When she returned, Jean was already dressed. In her most outraged tone, she assailed Laura, "You fuckin' dykes are all alike. I should have known better than to let you trick me into coming here, pretending you wanted to talk about business. If you ever lay your hands on me again, I'll file a sexual harassment suit so fast your tits'll spin." She stomped angrily out of the bedroom, only slowing only to pick up her purse in living room.
"Wait," Laura called to her, but Jean didn't slow her pace. Laura ran behind her, begging her to stop so she could explain. Jean practically ran to her car and as she sped away, she saw Laura in the doorway, hands on hips and her open robe exposing her breasts.
Jean was still laughing when she got to Jacki's. She dragged Jacki and Becky out of bed to tell them about her night with Laura. They roared with laughter as she described Laura's expression when she showed her the lipstick on her thigh. "She didn't remember going down on me. What a pity," she laughed.
Jean, Betsy and Jacki all avoided Laura in the following days to reinforce Jean's status as an outraged victim. They wanted to let Laura stew after her close call with Jacki and the night she and Jean had "spent together." Finally, Jean couldn't avoid her boss any longer for she had to attend a lifeguard meeting that Laura called. At the end of the meeting Laura asked Jean to stay behind after the others left. Jean was coming off of a bad night and was in a foul mood. She didn't feel like putting up with any shit from Laura.
When Laura tried to apologize, "I'm sorry about the other night," Jean brushed her aside and stalked out of the office toward Jacki's Boutique. "It worked," she cheered as she burst in the door, "The dumb cunt bought it! She just apologized to me. I had to run out to keep from laughing in her face." They fell into each other's arms, laughing uncontrollably.
During the next week, Jean spent most of her free time with Becky and Jacki plotting their next move on Laura. Then Jean got called to Laura's office. When she arrived, she was surprised by Laura's business-like manner. "Sit down," she said sternly. "You think you can sleep-walk through your job? I've been trying to call you, but you're never at your station."
Jean raised a hand, "Hold on," she said, "I've been avoiding you, that's true. But I don't want to be alone with you. After that stunt you pulled at your place, why ..." Laura stopped her in mid-sentence. "Stop hiding behind that lesbian shit," she snapped. "I checked up on you. It seems you and Jacki Chan are two of the biggest lesbians around. I don't know what happened that night, but whatever it was, you sure weren't offended by it."
Jean leaned back and folded her arms across her large chest. "So, what are you going to do now?" she asked. "What I'm going to do," Laura said with a trace of a smile, "is give you this." She handed Jean a letter. "You don't have to read it now. It says you've been deficient in performing your duties and that if you don't shape up soon, I can fire you. Is that clear enough?" Jean stared at Laura in disbelief.
She continued, "If you have any questions, I'll be glad to answer them. Otherwise, you can get out of my office." Jean rose silently, looked at the letter and stumbled into the street. She walked in a daze to Jacki's. Becky was there as usual and between them they got Jean calmed. After an hour, her injured feelings had turned to anger. "I'm going to get that fuckin' cunt," she hissed. Jean called Laura's office and asked as contritely as possible, if they could meet that evening to discuss her performance.
It was dark when Jean got to Laura's cottage and Sharon was already in bed. Laura suggested they talk out back on the patio. "For obvious reasons," Laura said as she nervously twisted her bracelet, "I don't think it'd be a good idea for us to be seen together outside the job. I still have a reputation to think of." Jean blushed but said nothing. She followed Laura through the living room to a flagstone patio. Looking around, Jean said, "This is very nice, I didn't have time to look around the other night. After dinner I had my hands full, but then you probably remember that don't you?"
Laura's face reddened, she hadn't let Jean in her house to insult her or repeat lies about what happened, or didn't happen, between them. "Get to the point, Jean, why have you come here?" Jean set her purse on a chair and faced Laura. "I came to make you take that letter back, one way or the other." Laura smiled, "If I have choices I'd like to know what they are before I choose one." Jean thrust a finger into Laura's chest, "If you don't take back that letter voluntarily then I'm gonna stuff it into that tight little pussy of yours. Which will it be?"
Laura looked at Jean in surprise. "You mean you'd risk your job by hitting a supervisor? I can't believe you'd be that stupid." Jean nodded, "Oh, I'm going to hit you alright. In fact, I'm going to work my way up one side of that firm body of yours and down the other. When I get finished, you'll be too ashamed of what happened to ever tell anyone what I did to you. But that's only if you're stupid enough to make me fight. I'd much rather have you take the letter back voluntarily. Then we can kiss and make up."
The blonde shuddered at the thought of kissing the redheaded lifeguard and Jean saw her reaction. She shook her head sadly, "Well Laura, do you want to do it here and now and risk waking up little Sharon, or shall we go somewhere where it's quiet and a little more private. It sure wouldn't do anything for that reputation of yours if the neighbors called the police to breakup a catfight would it? Huh?"
Laura realized Jean's suggestion made sense. After all, she was pretty sure Jean didn't want to be dragged off to jail for disturbing the peace any more than she did. "OK, where do you suggest?" Jean turned away to hide her grin, "There's a little cove a couple of miles down the beach. I go there sometimes with my girlfriends. It's usually deserted this time of night. There's a full moon so we'll be able to, see so how about right now?" Laura nodded, "Alright, I'll follow in my car. That way I won't have to wait for you to recover to get a ride back."
Laura followed Jean to a dirt road that turned off the paved highway about two miles from her cottage. It was another quarter mile to a small cove with a large, white sandy beach. Under the full moonlight it was beautiful and Laura understood the effect it could have on a pair of young lovers, even if they were lesbians. "Come on," Jean said pointing toward the water, "even if someone drives up, they won't see us over there." As they walked, Laura was mentally running over in her mind a checklist of things to remember when she fought. The most important lesson she'd learned as a high school athlete was to ignore pain and not let it interfere with accomplishing her goal.
They rounded a small hill and stepped onto a small expanse of clear sand. As Jean had said, it was a perfect site for a tryst or a catfight. No one driving down the road would see them which gave anyone there ample opportunity to get their clothes on before they were discovered. Jean began to take off her shirt and Laura realized the lifeguard intended to fight in the nude! "What are you doing?" she gasped. Jean looked up in surprise, "I'm not going to get my clothes all torn to shreds and I don't think you want to either. After all, who knows who might see you on the way home. And what if you had a flat tire? Besides," she chuckled, "if you don't take your clothes off, I'll take them off for you."
Laura pulled her sweater over her head and unsnapped her skirt. That left only her panties, but she kept them on so she wouldn't have to be completely nude when she fought. Jean had worn less clothing than Laura and when she looked up Jean was already advancing toward her. The blonde just had time to duck as Jean's fist whistled inches above her head and she responded with a fist of her own to Jean's kidney. The redhead grunted as the blonde's knuckles sank into her side and her knees buckled from the blow.
Laura moved in, but Jean threw a handful of sand in her face blinding her temporarily. Laura stopped in her tracks and Jean raked her breasts with her fingernails and brought an animal shriek from the injured blonde. Laura quickly backed up and blinked to clear her eyes as Jean moved in and raked her firm breasts a second time. By then, Laura had no need to blink to cause tears, Jean's scratching her bosom had generated plenty to help her clear her vision. She looked down at the rows of dark parallel scratches on her tits and gasped at the pain her own breathing caused.
"That's just a sample of what I'm going to do to your tits, Laura," Jean hissed as they circled. Laura lunged and grabbed a double handful of Jean's short red hair and pulled the woman's head down as she dragged her forward. Just as she was about to fall on her knees, Jean landed two quick, sharp punches to the blonde's belly between her pussy and her belly button. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out as Laura slowly slumped to her knees still clutching at Jean's hair. When Jean straightened, her hair caused Laura's arms to rise with her and it exposed her entire chest to Jean's follow-up attack.
She kicked Laura between the legs and the blonde's body shook from the impact. Her hands slipped from Jean's hair and dropped to her groin as she moaned in pain. Jean slapped Laura's breasts back and forth, her open hand swinging in a wide arc that left Laura gasping from the impact as her palm crashing against her left breast. Jean's fingernails slashed across the sensitive tip and then she backhanded them and her knuckles slammed into the firm flesh of Laura's right breast before they scraped the hard nipple.
Laura's eyes teared from the battering her breasts had taken in a short time and she just got her left hand up in time to block another blow. From her knees, she scratched Jean's belly with her right hand which halted the redhead's attack on her breasts. Laura grabbed Jean's own tits and used them to pull herself to her feet as Jean yelled at the pain the blonde's nails caused in her firm breasts.
Jean tried to claw Laura's face, but she caught Jean's hand and used her own to pound Jean's belly. When Jean doubled over in pain, Laura brought her knee up into Jean's nose. Jean stumbled backwards as torrents of blood poured out of her nose, making it difficult for her to breathe. Laura followed up with two punches in rapid succession, one to Jean's jaw and the second to a big breast.
The first staggered the big redhead and the second sent her sprawling on her back. With a triumphant shout, Laura dove on the redhead and began to pummel her face with both hands. Suddenly, Becky and Jacki appeared from the shadows and piled on Laura's back. They dragged her off of Jean and pinned her on her face in the sand. "Let me go," she yowled, "Get off of me you fuckin' freaks. I swear to God I'm going to kill you."
Jean sat up in bewilderment as she looked around to see what had happened. When she recognized Becky and Jacki she grinned, "What are you two doing here?" "Becky didn't have any faith in your ability," Jacki chided. "She figured we'd better follow you in case you needed help. I must say when you left her house so soon after arriving, we were beginning to wonder, but once we realized you were luring her here, it was easy to sneak up on you." Becky looked at Jean with concern, "How's your face? That was a pretty good punch you took." "I'm OK, I just wish you'd waited a while longer. I wasn't done yet. I'd have beaten her in the end."
"You'd better let me up if you know what's good for you," Laura yelled with a tinge of fear in her voice. "It won't do you any good to beat me up, it's not going to change a thing." Jacki smacked Laura's upturned ass with her open hand to remind her that it was a little early in the evening to be making threats, "Especially from where you are right now. Which reminds me why I came in the first place." She grabbed a handful of the seat of Laura's panties and pulled. The thin cotton panties split down the seam and came away in one piece, sliding between Laura's clenched thighs. Jacki looked up at Becky and grinned, "Help me roll her over."
Jean and Betsy held Laura on her back while Jacki forced her legs apart and knelt between them. She bowed her head and began to expertly lick Laura's pussy. Despite her struggling and the overwhelming sense of fear she felt, Laura's body was excited and even sexually aroused by the fight with Jean and her subsequent immobilization by Jacki and Becky. The first orgasm came suddenly, within minutes of Jacki's starting on her. Becky and Jacki changed places and then Betsy took her turn. "Hey, yummy," she giggled, "This is really sweet," she teased. "It's too bad you won't get any, Jean, but since you didn't beat her, you don't deserve it." Jean shrugged, "That's OK, I had mine last week."
"Don't think this is going to be the end of this," Laura gasped between orgasms. "I sent a copy of the letter to the Regional Supervisor. Even if you beat me up and force me to rescind the letter, it won't mean a thing. As soon as I get home, I'm gonna call him then you can kiss your job good-bye McDowell." Jean ignored Laura's threats and they all treated themselves to a second helping of pussy. They kept trading places and Laura kept having orgasms. Finally, after a long series of climaxes she couldn't take it any more and passed out from the strain of the extended period of heightened sexual arousal she'd endured.
When Laura regained consciousness, Jean straddled her hips and showed her the letter, "Remember what I said I was going to do with your fuckin' memo?" Betsy and Jacki held Laura down as Jean wadded the letter up in a tight ball and pushed it into the writhing woman's pussy. When Jean had finished, they carried Laura's limp and exhausted body out to the ocean and threw her face-down in the surf. They stood laughing as she crawled painfully on her hands and knees through the waves, coughing and sputtering as each one broke over her, until she returned to shore. She collapsed on her stomach and lay with waves gently lapped at open legs.
They gathered up Laura's clothes and keys and let the air out of her tires before they drove off. Laura crawled to her car and sat sobbing beside it. It was the middle of the night, she was nude, alone on a strange beach, far from Sharon and no one even knew where she was.
"What are we going to do about the Regional Supervisor?" Jean asked once they were in the car. "No sweat," Betsy said, "I've got the solution to that little problem right here." She patted her Polaroid camera and grinned. "What do you mean?" Jacki and Jean asked in unison. When she explained her plan, they praised her for its brilliance.
The women drove back to Laura's house. As Becky and Jacki waited in the car, Jean went upstairs and woke up Sharon. "How'd you like to go for a ride with me and my friends, Squirt?" she asked in a light and playful tone. "I'll help you get dressed." Sharon asked for her Mommy and asked why they were going out at night. Jean lied convincingly, "Your Mommy's on a little business trip. She asked me to take care of you for a few days. We'll have candy and ice cream and play games."
Becky and Jean drove Sharon to a secret hide-away while Jacki remained behind at Laura's house. After changing her clothes, she paced nervously for over an hour before she saw headlights of a car in the driveway. Looking out the window, Jacki saw a city police car stop. Laura got out wrapped in a blanket and spoke to the deputy who was driving. Jacki recognized the deputy, Betty Manning, the newest member of the police force. She and Laura walked toward the cottage and just as Laura reached for the doorknob, Jacki threw it open.
She was wearing a very revealing teddy and her considerable charms were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. "Oh God Laura," Jacki gasped dramatically, "Where have you been, I've been worried sick." Jacki pulled the startled blonde through the door and tried to shut it before Deputy Manning could come in but the Deputy was too quick. As Laura struggled to escape Jacki's grip, Jacki whispered, "We got your daughter. Cooperate or you'll never see her again."
When Laura turned around, Deputy Sheriff Betty Manning was looking at the two women with a knowing, yet clearly disapproving, stare. "Are you all right Mrs. Chambers?" the Deputy asked. Thinking quickly, Laura turned around and kissed Jacki on the mouth. Anyone who didn't know the history of their relationship must have assumed they were lovers. "I'm sorry Deputy," Laura said turning back to the stunned Deputy Sheriff, "I'm sorry I wasted your time. You see, the truth is, I wasn't really beaten up by a bunch of lesbians as I said, we had a fight and I tried to drown myself, but lost my nerve. I'm sorry to have bothered you and I thank you for giving me a ride home, but it's better if you left us alone now. Please leave." With a huge sigh of disgust, Betty Manning spun on her heel and stalked out of Laura's house. As she got in her car she looked back and saw Jacki pull Laura close and kiss her. "Fuckin' dykes," she muttered, "they're all crazy."
As soon as Betty Manning's car turned around, Laura pushed Jacki away from her and ran upstairs to Sharon's room. Finding it empty she let out a long, painful wail and raced back downstairs. Jacki had slipped out of her Teddy and was sitting, naked, on the sofa with her knees pulled up under her chin. "You can drop the blanket Laura," Jacki sighed, "I've already seen you without your clothes, remember?"
"Where's Sharon, you fucking Bitch?" Laura screamed as she grabbed Jacki by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "Take it easy, big girl," Jacki said as she pushed the blonde away, "she'll be fine if you cooperate." Laura's body sagged and she sat heavily on the sofa. "OK," Laura sighed in resignation, "what do you want?" Jacki straddled Laura's legs and sat on her lap as she stroked her pussy with her left hand as her right hand caressed Laura's head. "The first thing I want you to do is lick my pussy. I think there's still some sand in there from our little affair on the beach. Get your tongue in there and get it out." Laura bent forward with tears filling her eyes, put her hands on Jacki's thighs and she ran her tongue up the length of Jacki's slit. Jacki sighed, "Uhhh, you really love your little girl, don't you?"
Jacki made Laura lick her cunt until she climaxed, then she made love to Laura for the third time that night. When Laura was satisfied, she begged Jacki to take her to her daughter. Jacki nodded, "OK, put a dress on." When Laura started upstairs, however, Jacki called to her. "Just a dress, no undies. You won't need your purse either, I've got your keys. That's all you'll need to get back in the house. Hurry up, before we change our minds and give Sharon to her father." Laura was dressed and back downstairs, in her bare feet, in less than a minute. Jacki hadn't completed dressing herself and Laura paced anxiously as she finished.
Jacki took Laura's hand and led the big woman to her car. As she drove, Jacki fondled Laura's pussy and the blonde had to sit quietly and allow herself to be humiliated by the probing fingers of the Oriental bitch. Jacki stopped in front of a small cottage on a deserted stretch of beach. There were two other cars in front. Laura leaped out and ran inside, taking the steps two at a time. She burst into the single room cottage and stopped short at the sight of Jean and Becky, both nude, embracing on the sofa. Sharon was nowhere in sight.
"Where's Sharon?" Laura sobbed as she looked around desperately as the three lesbians watched her with blank faces. Finally, Jean stood up and walked slowly to Laura and hugged her. Laura tried to get the big redhead off of her but Jean held her wrists and forced them down to her sides. "Just stand still and the squirt'll be fine," she whispered. Laura relaxed and permitted Jean to unbutton her dress and drop it at her feet. When she was naked, Laura pleaded with them to tell where Sharon was, but Becky shook her head. "Just a little while longer, Laura, then you can see her. Now I'd like to take a few photos, you know, as souvenirs of making up for the problems of the past."
Laura was confused, but Becky held up the Polaroid camera she'd brought. "Come here and get comfortable," she said, patting the sofa next to her. When Laura sat down, Becky handed the camera to Jean as Jacki began to kiss and fondle Laura's breasts. "What are you doing?" Laura gasped, "Let go of me!" Becky shook her head, "Uh-uh. You're going to sit here and let her touch you. In fact, you're not only going to sit there, you're going to help." "Why would I want to do that?" she asked incredulously.
That's when Becky then told Laura she'd gotten a copy of the court records on her divorce. "Your ex-husband wasn't happy about you wanting sole custody of Sharon, was he?" Laura nodded slowly, wondering where the conversation was leading. "He claimed you were an unfit mother as I remember and even had a couple of his women friends testify that you hosted `wild sex parties.' What's that all about?" Laura blushed, "They were his girlfriends, for heaven's sake, they'd have sworn to anything he asked them to." Becky grinned, "They said you're a lesbian, isn't that right?" "Yes, but . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, the court didn't believe them. But after you got custody, he tried to kidnap Sharon." Laura nodded again. "Since you left the area, did you know he's offered a nice reward for anyone who'll bring the girl back to him," Becky asked archly. "Now, if you won't lower yourself to play nice with us, Sharon may end up back with her father. You wouldn't want that would you?" Laura's face fell and she began to cry. It wasn't an answer, but it showed she was walling to do whatever they asked for Sharon's safety.
Jacki grabbed Laura and this time she didn't resist. She let Jacki kiss and squeeze her breasts and fondle her pussy all she wanted while Jean was taking pictures. They kept her there for hours on end as each woman took turns. The worst was Becky, however. The Mayor's daughter played the victim to Laura's dominatrix, posing in several provocative positions with Laura standing over her, seeming to be forcing the young woman to submit to her. In one, Becky's arms were behind her back as Laura pulled on her breasts. From the look on Becky's face, anyone would have thought she was in terrible pain from the abuse Laura was inflicting. When they'd finished, there was a large pile of pictures of the women in every possible combination. The ones of Laura going down on Jacki and Becky were particularly graphic and showed Laura's face well. It was clear from the photos that she had been a willing participant in the women's "perverted practices."
"That's the last one," Jacki sighed in disappointment as the last photo popped out of the camera. They spread them out on the table and surrounded Laura as she tearfully reviewed the record of her night's work. "It's disgusting and perverted," she sobbed, "What are you going to do with these?" Jean scooped up the pictures of her with Laura together and put them in her purse. Becky and Jacki did the same with their photos.
"If you ever fire me," Jean said pinching Laura's nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, "The Regional Supervisor will get copies of these. I'll claim you fired me in retaliation for ending our affair. I might just charge you with sexual harassment, too. Get the picture?" Jean chuckled at her little joke. Laura swallowed hard and nodded, "OK, you win. I won't do anything to you as long as you do your job reasonably well. I can't risk peoples lives just to keep from being embarrassed. Is that OK?" Jean smiled, "Don't worry, from now on you'll be surprised at what a good job I'll do."
"What about the others?" Laura asked as she pointed to Jacki and Becky's piles of photos. "Those are the one's your ex-husband gets if you make trouble for any one of us," Jean said. "He'd be sooo grateful to see them, why he'd get that custody changed in what? Five minutes? Ten? He'd probably fly down here personally to show us his gratitude when he comes to pick up Sharon." Laura knew she was right. "OK," she nodded, "I'll keep your ugly little secret. But that can't be all. What else will I have to do to ensure the pictures don't get to him?"
Jacki winked at Becky and they leaned forward expectantly to hear the conditions that Jean was about to impose. "First," she said, "you're going to appoint me as your permanent assistant. That way, whenever you're away, I'll be in charge." Laura nodded sadly, "I can do that, what else?" "Second, defer all important decisions to me." There were tears in Laura's eyes as she nodded silently. "Finally," Jean grinned, "you've gotta keep me, Jacki and Becky happy."
Laura didn't understand at first, but as Jean ran her tongue over her lips and made a smacking sound, Laura blushed as it hit her. "I can't, at least not in public and certainly not when Sharon's around." Jean's eyes narrowed at Laura's reluctance. Seeing her reaction, Laura quickly backed off her demands, "OK, OK. Can we at least do it so I won't be embarrassed or humiliated in public? If so, I'll do what you want, I promise."
Laura kept her promise. For the rest of the summer Jean ran the beach and as the summer wound down people saw less and less of Laura. She'd go to budget meetings in Sacramento but always accompanied by her trusted assistant, Jean. Of course, people in the small beach community noticed things. Rumors began to circulate about Laura and Jacki and they weren't very flattering to Laura. After she heard them, Laura stayed in her office as much as possible and left beach patrol work to Jean.
The other lifeguards noted with surprise and disgust how whenever Jacki or Becky beckoned her, Laura ran to be with them. There were many nights when the three women were seen leaving Jacki's boutique by the back door long after closing time.
By allowing herself to be compromised and fall into the clutches of the lesbians, Laura had forfeited her only advantage, her possible physical ability to defeat each of them in a fair fight. Now, with the blackmail photos to hold against her, they could do as they pleased without interference. For the rest of the summer Jacki and Becky enjoyed unimpeded access to the beaches and used it to victimize other vulnerable women. It wasn't long after Laura had been subdued that two young girls arrived in town and the three lesbians targeted them as their next victims.