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  Kelly emerged on the bow. ‘Thanks for rushing over, I could be drifting halfway to Corsica by now, you selfish moron.’ Weeks of pent-up anger began to spill out of her. ‘You can keep your lousy job, and you can keep your pedantic, tidy little life,’ she yelled. ‘And you can keep your fucking chill-box, too.’ Triumphantly, she lobbed it into the rib, as a startled Pascal tried to steady his ailing vessel.

  As Greg’s boat pulled out of the bay, Kelly started giggling uncontrollably. Greg’s Russian boss always needed crew, he’d told her. And as skipper, he was entitled to take a guest, anyway. After the Greek islands they’d be sailing for the Caribbean. Who knew what could happen?

  Kelly had no idea how long her adventure with Greg might last, but this didn’t bother her. She was as free as the seagulls above her, and the fish below.

  And the day’s takings were still below deck, she remembered suddenly, looking back to see a furious Pascal waving his fist at her. No matter. She reckoned she’d earned them.

  From the Beach to the Prison Bus

  Sybil Rush

  Two friends, Amy and June, are on vacation when they get bored and decide to flash the convicts on the prison bus. Before they know it, they find themselves on the bus, getting intimately involved with a bunch of hardened criminals.

  From her shady refuge under a big umbrella, Amy watched her friend June swim back to shore, stand up dripping seawater, and walk toward her. Her tiny bikini fit her slender frame perfectly, and even though they’d only gotten to the gulf coast that morning, she already had a golden tan. Amy scanned the beach from behind her sunglasses. Every man she saw had stopped what he was doing and fixed his gaze on her friend.

  June ducked under the umbrella, picked up her towel, and fluffed her blond hair. She said, “Are you seriously not getting in the water?”

  “I told you I can’t go out in sun like this. I’ll fry.” Amy held out a pale arm. “I’m not even wearing my swim suit. But it’s okay. I’ll just sit here and enjoy my book. You swim.”

  June grabbed Amy’s hands and tried to pull her up. “But this is so boring,” she whined. “There are no hot guys here. Look, if you’re not going to swim, at least let’s drive to the party beach on the mainland. You can read your book while I find some fun people to hang out with.”

  Amy gave in. The two girls packed up their umbrella, towels and cooler, and carried them to the car. It was like an oven inside. With the vinyl seat scorching her legs, Amy cranked the engine and turned the air conditioning on full blast.

  As Amy pulled out onto the highway, June said, “Maybe I should have mentioned. It’s a topless beach.”

  “Why are you always trying to get me into trouble?” Amy said.

  “We’re on vacation! You’re supposed to get a little crazy. Anyway, you don’t have to take your top off.” She leaned close and lowered her voice. “But you can if you want to.”

  Amy drove onto the bridge that separates Galveston Island from the mainland. She pulled into the right lane to pass a long white van that was driving below the speed limit. As her car came alongside it, June grabbed her arm.

  “My god, do you know what that is?” June said.

  “What?”

  “Slow down. It’s the prison bus.” June rolled down her window and stuck her head out.

  “The what? I’m not slowing down.” Amy stepped down harder on the gas.

  “No, seriously. Let them pass you. I want to flash them.”

  “You want what? Are you crazy?”

  June had already taken off her t-shirt, and was untying the still-wet bikini top she wore underneath.

  “You can’t flash the prison bus. It’s full of criminals.”

  “Come on, Amy. They won’t be able to follow us. They’re in prison. It’s perfectly safe. Now, are you going to slow down and let them pass us, or not.”

  “Not. Obviously.”

  June unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed herself up, so that her naked upper body was outside the car. She whooped. A few moments later, she sat back down, flushed and glowing with excitement. “Fucking hell, that was fun.” She rolled the window back up.

  Amy was shaking so hard she could barely drive. “I cannot believe you did that. What, the fuck, is wrong with you.”

  “You should do it, too. You’ve got much nicer tits than I do. Here, I’ll hold the steering wheel.” June fastened her bikini behind her back and flipped her wavy, wet hair forward so she could tie the strings around her neck.

  Amy didn’t answer. She knew June was right about her fantastic breasts. They were 38DD, but high and firm, with small, pale pink areolas. Her nipples were exquisitely sensitive, and even though she didn’t need to make them seem any bigger, she had to wear a padded bra to keep from telegraphing every time she got cold or excited. But in spite of her perfect boobs, Amy never felt sexy. She was too ashamed of her thick thighs and big, round backside.

  She almost never felt good in clothes. It was hard to find pants in her size, because if they fit through the hips, they were huge in the waist. And in a swimsuit, she felt ridiculously, obscenely exposed, unlike the skinny girls who could wear a thong and a crocheted-hanky top and still look decent.

  She was struck by a sudden realization. The guys on this prison bus, she thought, are not going to judge me. If I flash them out the window, they won’t even see my big fat ass. A cold certainty washed over her as she realized she was going to do it.

  “Take the wheel,” she said. Before she could change her mind, Amy ripped off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. The hot Texas wind blasted her face as she rolled down the window. She let the car drift into the slow lane and watched the bus approaching in her rear-view mirror. When it got close, Amy eased her foot off the gas pedal and, as the white bus passed her car, she stood up, grasping the edge of the car door and pushing herself halfway out the driver’s side window.

  As the white bus sped by, the men’s face were a blur of wide-open mouths and eyes. Then they were gone.

  Amy sat back down, still topless, and took the steering wheel back from June. She had never felt so beautiful, so desired. Her pussy tingled and pulsed with every bump in the road. “Oh, my god, that was the most fun thing I’ve ever done,” she said.

  June laughed. “I told you. You should listen to me more often.”

  Amy kept her speed slow and let the prison bus recede into the distance. “We might as well turn around and go home,” she said. “Nothing is going to top that.”

  “Don’t be such a pessimist! This is going to be the best beach holiday ever. That was just the beginning.”

  June chattered on about her plans for what the two of them would do on their summer vacation, jewellery shopping, getting drunk on margaritas at the beach, going clubbing that night, picking up hot guys. Amy only half listened. She couldn’t stop thinking about the men in the bus. Where are they going? Are they talking about me? Their hungry faces haunted her. She saw a truck stop ahead and looked at the fuel gauge. Only a quarter tank left.

  Amy interrupted June’s monologue. “I need to stop for gas.” She pulled into the truck stop and filled the tank. Then she and June went inside to shop for snacks. As they stood in the checkout line, a man in gray pants and a dark blue suit with an insignia on the sleeve, got in line behind them. Amy glanced back. He didn’t exactly look like a cop. Maybe he’s a security guard, she thought. The customer in front of them had finished paying, and June stepped up to the counter.

  The uniformed man moved closer to Amy and whispered in her ear. “That was quite a show you put on back there.”

  Amy jumped away and spun to face him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, but she could feel her face burning.

  The man held up his hands. “Hey, no judgment. The inmates appreciated it. I mean, they really appreciated it.”

  Ju
ne was standing, white faced and frozen, holding her change and her Diet Dr. Pepper. Amy dropped her snacks on the counter and said to the clerk, “Sorry, I don’t want these after all.” She grabbed June’s elbow and rushed her out the door.

  The man in uniform followed them. As they hurried toward Amy’s car he yelled, “The inmates would really like to see more of you ladies. And so would I.”

  Amy and June got into the car, and Amy turned the key in the ignition, but instead of driving away, she sat there, thinking. There was the prison bus, partially hidden by two big rigs. She could see just the back end of it.

  “Hurry up,” June said. “Why are we still sitting here?”

  “What if we do it?” Amy asked. “What if we go with that guard?”

  June grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Are you nuts? No. Flashing convicts from the car is one thing. Getting on the bus with them? Absolutely not.”

  The guard, who had headed toward the bus, looked back. When he saw Amy and June still sitting in their car, he turned around with a huge grin and starting walking slowly back toward them with his thumbs hooked in his gun belt.

  “Let’s just talk to him,” Amy said. opened her window and he leaned in. “Reconsidering my offer?”

  “We’re a little scared,” Amy said.

  “A little? We’re terrified,” June said. “We’re terrified and we’re not doing it. I don’t know what’s happened to her. She’s not like this. She’s the shy one.”

  “I can see why you’d be intimidated,” the guard said. “Hardened convicts and all. But you’ll be perfectly safe. I’ve got a taser, pepper spray and a gun.” He patted the items on his belt. So does the other guard. All the cons are in shackles, hands and legs. Besides, think about things from their perspective. Why would they want to hurt the first women they’ve seen in years?”

  “What would we have to do?” Amy asked.

  “You ladies don’t have to do a thing. Step onto the bus and give a wave and a smile, and they won’t talk about anything else for the next month. If you flash your tits again, it’ll make their year. Totally up to you.”

  June said, “Not a chance.”

  “Look,” the guard said. “The bus broke down. We’re going to have to wait fifteen minutes or so for the prison to send a replacement. What could go wrong in fifteen minutes?”

  Amy looked pleadingly into June’s eyes. “Let’s do it. Just for a few minutes. We’re on summer vacation. You’re the one who said we should get a little wild.”

  June shook her head, but when Amy got out of the car, June did too. The two girls squeezed each other’s hands as they followed the guard across the gravel parking lot toward the white bus. The Texas sun beat on their shoulders, and a trickle of sweat slid from Amy’s hair down her cheek. She wiped it off with the hem of her t-shirt.

  By the time they reached the bus, Amy’s temporary attack of courage had worn off. Her legs shook as she climbed the steps to the bus, but she couldn’t turn back. She had to see what was inside. As the two girls entered, the interior erupted with deafening cheers. The bus was crammed with men of every race. All of them were stomping their feet and whooping with excitement. Even in their baggy orange uniforms, Amy could see that almost all of the men were ripped and muscular. Many were covered with tattoos, and, from their rough looks, she would have been terrified if she had encountered them anywhere else. But they looked so joyful. She glanced at the two guards who were standing near her with their arms crossed. The guards were smiling, too. They didn’t seem worried.

  “Show us your tits!” The cry came from the back of the bus, and immediately all the men began chanting in unison, “Take it off. Take it off.”

  One of the guards leaned over and switched on the radio. Hip-hop music blasted out, so loud that the speakers crackled on the bass notes. Amy never listened to this kind of music. The lyrics were too crude, the beats too repetitive and aggressive. But somehow, at this moment, the sound of it filled her with power. She began to slowly rotate her hips and to run her hands over her body, pulling her shirt up so that it showed her belly, and then lifting her arms over her head and turning in a slow circle.

  The men’s cheers roared even louder, almost drowning out the music. They’re looking at my butt, she thought, my big fat ass. She felt the familiar pang of shame and self-consciousness, but then Amy looked back over her shoulder. The entire bus was, just as she’d suspected, looking straight at her behind. The men looked stunned. Their mouths were open and a few of them were literally drooling.

  The man closest to her had dropped into his seat. “Girl, you got some fine booty,” he said admiringly. He looked young, maybe 19 or 20, no older than she was. He had a handsome, dark-skinned face, and dark eyes framed by long, curled lashes. Amy backed toward him, buttocks first, and leaned over to look at him from between her knees. He reached out hesitantly and she nodded. He stroked his hands gently over her ass cheeks and down her thighs, shaking his head.

  The man’s touch set her pussy on fire. This is insane, Amy thought. She stood up and looked to see what June was doing.

  What the fuck? June already had her shirt and swimsuit top off. She sat in one of the bus seats while two men stood over her, fondling her breasts while June rubbed their crotches through their loose uniforms. June’s head was thrown back and she had a look of ecstasy on her face.

  Amy unzipped her jean shorts and pushed them halfway down her thighs. She bent and leaned on the seat across the aisle. The young man gently took hold of her panties and pulled them down to meet her shorts, and then ran his fingers along her wet pussy lips.

  “What’s your name?” he said.

  Amy thought frantically. “Brittany,” she said, after a moment’s hesitation. “What’s yours?”

  “I’m Tyrell. It’s nice to meet you, Brittany,” the man said softly.

  Amy pushed her shorts and panties all the way down to her feet and stepped out of them. She wiggled her ass in time to the music still blaring from the stereo.

  “I’d like to taste your pussy,” he said, and Amy slipped off her flip-flops and climbed up onto his seat, with one bare foot planted on each side of his lap, and her cunt directly in front of his face. She placed a hand on top of his head to steady herself. When he started to lick her clit, the rest of the bus, all the men now staring up at her, erupted in chaos. Amy’s knees felt weak, but she didn’t want Tyrell to stop licking. She tore off her t-shirt and threw it down, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She stood there, massaging her breasts, and then, when the convicts went even crazier, lifting her breasts to her mouth and licking the nipples.

  The guard whom the girls had met in the truckstop pulled a box of condoms out of a plastic bag and opened it. He threw them, one by one, to the inmates, until it was empty. Someone in the back threw one of the rubbers toward Amy, and she caught it. She climbed down, ripped the package open with her teeth, and unfastened Tyrell’s uniform. She took out his cock and rolled the condom over it. As she slid her lips over his erection, she watched Tyrell’s face. He sighed, his eyes rolled back and closed, and his head went limp against the back of the seat. His fingertips played over her face, her cheeks, eyelids, and lips, as she sucked. His whole body was quivering. Just a few strokes and he was coming, moaning and thrusting his hips up toward her.

  On the other side of the bus, June was straddled over a man’s lap, facing him, leaning back with her elbows hooked over the back of the seat in front of him. She bounced up and down on his erect cock while the two men in the seat in front leaned over to suck on her breasts. The man she was fucking looked about ready to come, his hands straining against their shackles as he held her hips while she rode him.

  Amy stood up. Everyone was holding their hands out toward her, pleading. She danced toward the back of the bus.

  In the seat behind Tyrell’s were two young men sitting c
lose together. They looked so similar they could have been brothers. Unlike the rest of the men on the bus, who were howling and stomping, these two watched her silently.

  Amy stopped and touched the closest man on the shoulder and brushed her lips across his forehead.

  “Gracias, senorita,” he said quietly, as he reached up with his shackled hands. She touched her fingertips to his.

  Amy started to squeeze in beside him on the bus seat, but he moved away from his friend to make a space for her. She sat between them. “I’m Brittany,” she said. “What are your names?”

  “Carlos.” The man whose hands she had touched leaned closer to her hair and closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her shampoo.

  Amy looked toward his companion. “Jesus,” he said. He extended his hand and she shook it, but when she tried to release it he clung to her. His crucifix necklace rose and fell with his breath.

  Jesus pulled her hand toward him until it touched his penis. He was hard under his jumpsuit, very hard, his erection straining against the fabric. Amy pulled her hand free from his and stroked his cock, down between his legs to his balls. He sighed and closed his eyes as she ran her hand along the inside of one of his thighs, then the other, and then back to his straining erection.

  Carlos’ breath was hot on her neck. She turned toward him and kissed him, opening her mouth wide to let his tongue inside. Jesus had gotten the fly of his jumpsuit open, and Amy pulled out his cock and began to massage it. She flung her leg across his lap and slapped his cock against the skin of her thigh.

  Both men moaned and rubbed their bodies against her. Amy lay back across Carlos’ lap, so that her head hung off into the aisle. She lifted one leg behind Jesus’ head and rested it on the seat back, reached between her legs with both hands, and stroked his erection. Carlos had gotten his penis out of his jumpsuit, and rubbed it against one of her breasts while he massaged the other.