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New Girl In The Band
CHAPTER ONEDoreen Barton was an extremely impatient young lady. At the age of twenty-one, the lovely natural blonde had decided she'd had enough of the music conservatory where she had been studying serious music. She was not a concert person, and received no enjoyment from playing classical music. Doreen liked contemporary music, with a little jazz, rock, and country thrown in for good measure.So she left the conservatory against the wishes of her parents and became part of a new band that was made up of other members of the conservatory who, themselves were not into "serious music." The other members of the orchestra had already gotten together and formed the group. The Pete Pecan Orchestra, and found themselves shy one piano player. When Doreen volunteered, the eleven other men were more than delighted to have her join the group. Their eyes lit up when they heard Pete Pecan, the leader, say, "Fine, Doreen. We can sure use a good piano player like you. The only thing is, you can't expect any special privileges.""Privileges?" she asked curiously as the eyes of all the members wandered over her shapely form.She had, very appealing breasts that thrust out very prominently, especially when she wore the red sweater that was at least one size too small. Though she wore a firm bra, harnessing her breasts, when she breathed they still wobbled because of their size. She had very large nipples, and even soft, they pressed firmly into the cups of her brassiere, and in turn into her sweater, standing out very prominently. Doreen, being behind her breasts and not in front of them, never really noticed the impression her nipples made in her sweater. Even when she looked in a mirror she never paid much attention to them. She had a narrow waist and very large, flaring hips. Her round buttocks would one day turn to fat if she didn't exercise, but at the moment her shapely buttocks shook strictly with firmness and muscle. The tight grey skirt she wore accented the shape of her asscheeks, and any man looking at her from behind would have been willing to swear he was able to see the division between her rear cheeks.Coming or going, she jiggled. Either way, men loved looking at her, and almost every member of the orchestra, including Pete Pecan, who didn't ache to get his hands on her."Unless the places where we play have separate facilities for men and women, you're going to have to use the same bathrooms we use, change in the same dressing rooms, and because you're the most recent addition to the band, you'll have to do some fetching and carrying.""Sounds just fine by me," Doreen nodded."Just so there's no misunderstanding," Pete said, stroking his thin, carefully trimmed mustache.Pete was about five-feet ten inches tall, with dark black hair and olive skin. He had deliberately grown the mustache to make himself look older and more mature. It certainly didn't distract from his handsome face with its short, straight nose and glistening eyes. He had a granite jaw and a body to match. He and the men all wore casual short-sleeved white shirts and black slacks. It was the Pete Pecan image. Doreen would have to get herself some short-sleeved, white sweaters, the same size as the red one she was presently wearing, and she would have to get some black skirts.As the piano player, Doreen was the only member of the orchestra who didn't have to carry her instrument. This was another excuse to use her to get the coffee and Danish or to go ahead and check out the room where they would be playing while the rest of the members of the orchestra settled into their rooms.The first bus ride on the large bus they had chartered, taking them through upstate New Jersey, to all the little nightspots, wasn't uncomfortable, and Doreen, like all the others, slept well on the bus ride back, but when they reached Hoboken and were going to play their first weekend stand, Doreen discovered that Pete Pecan had booked six rooms at a nearby motel. Six room, twelve people, that meant two people to a room, except that Doreen was a female."Now look," she said to Pete after she had discovered what he had done. "I may not get special privileges, but as a woman I'm certainly entitled to a little privacy, aren't I?""We'll talk about it after we play the gig," Pete told her, and that night they played at the Chez La Femme, a second-rate nightspot until three in the morning."All right," Doreen said to him as they were heading to the motel. "Let's talk about me.""Yeah," Pete nodded. "Let's talk about you. You'll get your privacy, just as I said, but no special privileges. You share a room just like everyone else. I'll do you a favor and let you share my room.""Just what does that entail?" Doreen asked, wrinkling her nose."Smarten up," Pete told her. "I told you this wasn't going to be a bed of roses. Right now you're getting a full share of the proceeds just like the rest of us, even though you're new to the orchestra. I think that entitles ME to some special privileges.""Hey now, wait a minute... ""No, you wait a minute," he snapped back. "Think about it, honey. No other orchestra is going to take you on. If we leave you here, you'll be stranded and broke, and you won't have anyone to turn to. Hell, baby, there's nothing sacred about your body, and if you use it the right way, we can both of us have a ball.""I'm not in any shape for anything at the moment," she told him. "It's my time of the month.""I can wait," Pete told her. "In the meantime, we share the room and I won't touch you. You think about what I told you, honey. No matter how good you are, unless you find some all-girl's orchestra, you aren't going to get a job anywhere else. Right now we're playing the broken-down joints, but in a little while, when we're better known, we'll be playing the best nightclubs, making really good money. All you have to do to earn that money, aside from playing the piano, is to play the organ-the sex organ. Got my meaning?""Sure," she nodded, silently clenching her teeth and wanting to kill the man.Still, what he said was factual. There really wasn't any other place where she might get a job playing the piano, unless she wanted to work in some broken-down dive where men would be pawing her all night long. She sure as hell didn't want to go back to the conservatory, nor did she want to become part of some kind of Carnegie Hall orchestra."You go on to the room," she told Pete. "I'll be there in a little while.""Hey, I told you, if you're 'unwell' we don't, have to do anything tonight," he said to her."Thanks," she nodded, walking away from him and heading to the nearest drugstore. There, she bought contraceptive pills and, following the instructions, popped the first one into her mouth since it was the fifth night of her cycle. Now at least she didn't have to worry about becoming pregnant.CHAPTER TWOSleeping with Pete Pecan that first night posed no physical problems for Doreen, but she felt embarrassed about sleeping in her shorty pajamas while he slept in his underwear. He snored, which made things difficult, and he talked in his sleep, mostly a lot of garbled nonsense she made neither head nor tail of.The following day she awoke before him and took a long time in the bathroom, in a hot tub, washing herself out. Being a virgin, she had no desire to poke douche bones into her body. She had brought her clothing along with her into the bathroom. So was fully dressed when she emerged. Not that it mattered that particular morning since Pete Pecan was asleep.The day was a drag, nevertheless she managed to entertain herself, going to a movie and doing window shopping. She was back for rehearsal by six-o'clock, and at seven-thirty they all had supper. By nine they were playing their second night at the dive, and afterward, they were all back on the bus again, heading for Saddle River.Doreen didn't bother to enlighten Pete about the fact that her period was over, and so for that night and the four that followed, he left her alone. It was the Friday night, where they had a weekend layover in Paramus, that Pete walked up to her after they had finished playing and said, "Look, cutie, you and I both know your off the rag. So tonight's the night. Don't get any cute ideas about backing out."It was a three night layover, because the place where they were playing did a thriving Sunday night business, as well, and Doreen knew her time of innocence had come to an end. She had no choice, because with each passing day, she and many of the orchestra members had become closer and closer as friends, and they were as close to Doreen as any possible family at the moment. The Pete Pecan Orchestra was all she had and she didn't want to lose it. Nevertheless, she knew she wasn't going to simply lie there and let Pete simply "do it to her." Her upbringing was such she knew she was going to offer some kind of resistance no matter how much she agreed, VERBALLY.What made it even harder for Doreen were the eyes of the other ten members of the orchestra, looking at her as she and Pete headed through the motel lobby toward their room that fateful night.It was as if they knew what was going to happen. Doreen didn't look back, and had no way of knowing just what was going on in the minds of the other ten men. The motel room was like a dozen others. There were two double beds, two washbasins in the far corner of the room outside the bathroom, a couch, and two chairs near the drape-covered window near the door. Doreen was so worried about what Pete had planned for her, she didn't notice colors.She sat in one of the chairs while Pete went and took a long shower, and when he emerged from the bathroom wearing his robe, he motioned that it was her turn. Going inside carrying her own robe, she undressed, took a long, long shower, and after drying off, put the robe on, hoping that somehow Pete might be asleep when she emerged. It was a forlorn hope.CHAPTER THREEThe orchestra leader, his hair slicked back, his mustache neatly trimmed, was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette when she came out. Seeing her, he exhaled and stubbed the cigarette out, and as she approached, he raised a hand, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her down to the couch. His mouth covered hers, letting her taste the cigarette smoke, and his hand wasted no time searching for and finding a full, rounded breast through the flimsy material of her bathrobe.Oh Lord! Somehow Doreen knew she wasn't going to be able to stand it. How was she going to let this terrible man make love to her? Of all the members of the orchestra, she had come to like Pete least of all, perhaps because he had openly stated his intentions. She was already quivering, afraid.Momentarily she began struggling automatically, doing her level best to keep his pillaging tongue from inside her mouth, while she fought to stop his rapacious hands from wandering all over the fullness of her body. She trembled, realizing somehow this was all futile. She had made an agreement with this terrible man, and she knew she was going to have to keep it.I'm doing this for my future, she thought to herself. This is the one thing I have to remember at all times. One day, if the orchestra does well enough, and members break away to form their own little bands and orchestras, I'll break away too. If I just think about that, maybe I'll be able to block the thought of what he's doing to me from my mind. God help me!She groaned, but it was not a groan of lust or sexual passion. The moaning sound seemed to come from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled to him that she was defeated, but Pete Pecan, hearing the groan, didn't interpret it that way. He thought she was groaning with desire for him. Having had his share of women, and knowing he was good when it came to fucking-Pete never made love. He fucked-he was determined to show the woman a good time, certain of his abilities."Take it easy, Doreen-honey," he whispered. "There's plenty of time, plenty of time."His voice was croakingly hoarse with lust as he shoved her back on the couch and began kissing her long neck, his tongue lightly licking her throat, moving up and poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges. This was the first time any man had mouthed her so intimately, and Doreen began shivering.In her youth, Doreen had been too busy in school to go out with boys. Besides, her parents were so strict, it soon got around each of the various schools she attended that she was no fun and she should be avoided. When she went to the conservatory she was so busy, she didn't have time for men. Not that she was totally ignorant about what went on between men and women. Her roommate at the conservatory was a girl who had found time for both, men and music. More than once the roommate had brought a man into the room. Doreen had pretended to be asleep in her bed while watching the roommate go at it with the man in the next bed. But she, herself, had never had anything to do with men, until now."You're one helluva delectable little blonde," Pete told her, as she lay stretched full length on the sofa, her thighs clamped, dreading the moment when he would touch her between them.His hand was roaming over the flatness of her belly, across her robe, moving lower to the bottom of the robe. Then his fingers were under the hem, touching the warm flesh of her white thigh, parting the robe as his arm moved up, exposing her completely to his lustful gaze as his hand touched the softness of her silken pelvic hairs. He grinned at her and slid a finger smoothly down, inserting it into the crease at the top of her quivering vaginal slit. The finger slowly moved lower, seeking, finally finding the small, button of her tender clitoris, rubbing it to arouse the sexuality in her.Doreen cringed with each little pressure, her mind wrestling desperately with the principles and value judgments she had been taught, trying to rationalize just why she was doing this."Please... please... Pete... don't do this... don't... " she begged, feeling his strong fingers force her tender thighs farther apart, his probing middle finger massaging her cuntlips."Stop the bullshit!" Pete insisted. "You're gonna get fucked and that's all there is to it.""No, oh no!" she gasped, clamping her legs tightly around the finger he had inserted in her slit."Open those legs, gorgeous," he told her. "I don't wanna have to get rough with you, but I'm not stopping now.""Pete, I can't... I just can't... " she insisted."You either open those legs or you can use 'em to start walking.""Maybe I'd better start walking. Sometimes a girl's very best friend can be her legs.""Yeah, well even the best of friends MUST part."His finger applied more pressure into her soggy slit, and she unwillingly relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the marble-white, curving columns to splay out a little, revealing the pretty pink gash glistening wetly there, a golden ring of sparse hair lining the soft femininity where the petals of her cuntlips protruded slightly. Like a tiny nether tongue peeping out, her clitoris emerged from its protective canopy of flesh.Then Pete began in earnest.His finger traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked vagina, and she began squirming and shivering with abhorrence at the lewdness of his tracing finger. There was a moment of almost masochistic enjoyment, of prurient, delicious agitation, a feeling she was unable to explain, and it came when Pete insinuated his finger deeper and deeper into her warm, tremulously wet vagina.In her total helplessness, something was starting to happen to Doreen, something she was completely incapable of explaining to herself. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened sensations seemed to center where his probing finger delved. She was starting to feel pleasure-forbidden pleasure.Doreen moaned in an agony of emotional conflict, not recognizing the sensual desire she was beginning to feel, her nerve-endings alive with a sizzling electric shock, her loins automatically surging up and down, responding to him, not wanting to, but doing so, anyway.The blonde wondered why he didn't simply throw himself on her and JUST DO IT.She wriggled her buttocks against the couch's soft cushions as she sought to escape his worming finger, her moan already beginning to change to a helpless whimper as his fingers taunted the tight, sensitive portal, gently digging into it again and again, finally parting to softly curling pubic hair, all at once making sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing head of her erect clitoris. She felt moisture continually seeping from her as forbidden sexual excitation now filled her entire being. She found herself clenching her teeth to hold back her groan of pleasure. She would not succumb to the salacious sensations building inside her tormented body.She had to fight back. She simply mustn't allow this terrible man to force himself on her and violate her inner being. What kind of craziness had been going through her mind, telling herself she had to give in just to keep a job. Forcefully she pushed her hands against his chest, trying to shove him away from her."No! Stop it! Damn you! I won't!" she snapped. "Get off me!"Pete merely smiled and clamped her two wrists together in his left hand, holding them above her head as he pinned her to the sofa with his body."You little BITCH!" he snapped at her, forcing a hip and leg between her thighs while the finger of his other hand went on plundering the moist openness of her helplessly sucking vagina. "You are going to get fucked, baby, but no one'll ever say you were raped, because when I'm through with you, you'll be climbing the walls, begging me for it. So relax and cooperate.""Never!" she gasped. "I'll NEVER beg you for it.""We'll see," he laughed in her face.Slowly Doreen stopped her struggling and let her body relax into the soft couch, the mad horror of her helpless and defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. She was trapped. All she was able to do was lie there and let the man have his way with her. He was going to use her, and he claimed he was going to make her love being used.Tears of humiliation streaked down her cheeks, revulsion for her own reactions to his fingers, catching in her throat as she discovered the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her cunt. It elicited uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the feminine slit between her luscious thighs.His voice was loud and raspy in her ear, his breath hot against her as he said, "Starting to feel good, isn't it."She tossed her head to the side, trying desperately to twist her face away from him, but words of disgust caught in her throat and she was unable to speak, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris, causing her to work her wriggling buttocks deeper into the soft sofa cushions to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sensations already coursing through her softly vibrating vagina."UNH! GOD! OH NO!" she whimpered, and all the while he continued his manipulation of her velvety soft hot cunt.Pete moved his slender, hardened, masculine body above hers, freeing her wrists so he was able to grip her long, fluffy blonde hair. He lifted her head and kissed her mouth wetly, his tongue sliding between her lips as his finger continued massaging her naked vagina."We're gonna take our robes off now, honey," he whispered softly to her.She knew she was going to let him remove her robe. Her body was aroused, unbelievably aroused, and there was nothing she was able to do to fight the feeling.He lifted her body from the sofa and peeled the robe from her shoulders, then pulled it out from under her and threw it to the side. Pete was gasping as his talon-like fingers enclosed her warm, vibrant flesh, heatedly kneading and squeezing the sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Finally he lowered his mouth, taking one of the hardened pink buds between his lips, slurping all over the areola, as well. He sucked maddeningly, then transferred his mouth to the other breast, paying it similar homage. His long, wet tongue trailed through the narrowness that separated the two mammalian monuments. Doreen's stomach muscles tightened as he slowly began slithering down the length of her shuddering body, his tongue licking into the cup of her navel, teasing it while his hands kept up a brutal kneading of her aching breasts.Doreen wriggled, feeling his hands leave her breasts, moving along her slender ribcage and the outsides of her thighs to her knees, then back up the insides of her warm thighs, forcing them farther apart, exposing her delicious pinkness to him completely, his breath rasping in his throat as his fingers teased her virginal labia.Doreen kept her eyes tightly closed as he got to his feet and hurriedly took off his own robe. She hadn't the courage to look."You'll have to face the orchestra leader's baton sooner or later, honey, so you might as well open up those eyes of yours," he insisted.Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her eyes, and gasped aloud. He was back on the couch, nakedly kneeling between her thighs, his handsome face twisting into a distorted grin. Involuntarily her eyes swept along the length of his hardened body to his thick, stiffened penis standing out obscenely below. Her eyes widened, unable to believe what she was looking at. Though Pete was a strong, rugged man, at five-feet-ten-inches in height he wasn't really considered tall. But the penis he sported looked long enough and thick enough to be attached to an eight-foot giant. She watched his hand caressing his thick rod, stroking it back and forth, the foreskin slipping easily over the blood-bloated corona with each stroke. It was much larger than anything she had seen attached to the boys her roommate had brought back to the conservatory dorm."Big, huh?" Pete chuckled with pride.Doreen continued staring at him, feeling degradation at the sight of her own naked body spread shamelessly before him. She felt so utterly helpless facing what she believed was a madman.He had to be a madman. Only a madman would enjoy debauching a woman as brutally as he was handling her. There was a cruel gleam from his whitely shining teeth as he looked down at her, realizing he had her in a helpless position.This was the FIRST time in Pete Pecan's forty-two years that he actually had to put a woman into this sort of position. All the other women he had known had all fallen prey to his good looks. Though he was forty-two, he looked at least ten years younger. He was trying to make up for lost time, now.Pete had married at an early age, eighteen, and his wife had given him a son less than a year later. Then she had gone and run off with some kind of salesman, leaving him to raise the boy, Andy. So Pete raised him, and when the boy attended the music conservatory, Pete had gone along with him, and it was there he had gotten the idea to start his own orchestra.