Andorra’s father featured in some of the pictures as well. Here, Candie’s almost naked form was draped over a man with thinning brown hair and a beer gut, wearing flip-flops and board shorts. “I suppose Andorra’s savings and her stepbrother’s college fees were what gave them the deposit for the bar. But that doesn’t help me any.”
Kingston scrubbed his hands over his face. There was nothing to hint that anyone was targeting him, the pack, or their money, or business. It was almost evening. Raleigh would be back soon. Perhaps he’d have the answer to their problems.
* * * *
When she’d been left in the room, Andorra had cautiously walked around it. Unlike Kingston’s apartment with its big windows, this room had just the one small window, but it was still on the third floor with a great view out over the mountains. The room was very similar to a hotel room, with a bed, a tiny table, a chair, a TV bolted to the wall, and a small bathroom. Once again she stripped out of her clothes, wishing she could visit the laundry and wash all her things, before showering. Her breasts were sticky from Kingston’s cum, and her cunt and ass were as well. There were a few tiny samples of shower gel and shampoo and conditioner, so she washed her hair as well as the rest of her, then climbed into bed and slept heavily for eight hours.
In the morning she dressed in her last clean shirt and decided not to wear her jeans, which really weren’t very clean anymore.
She took a long drink of water from the faucet in the bathroom, and stared at the shower rail. It wasn’t big, but if she hand-washed her underwear and a T-shirt at least she could hang them up to dry. She did that, then looked on the bedroom walls for a thermostat. Finding the remote she increased the temperature five degrees, hoping that would speed the drying of her clothing. A second long drink of water helped her forget that, yet again, she had no food. Happily she explored the room, opening the nightstand drawer, looking inside the closet, and sitting on the end of the bed to see which channels were on the television.
There was nothing she wanted to watch on the TV so she pulled the coat hangers out of the closet and looked at them thoughtfully. They were the type where the hook at the top turned right around. She went back into the bathroom and collected her damp socks and underwear and hung them from the coat hangers, then opened the closet door wide and hooked the coat hangers over the top, so her clothing was angled away from the door and could dry. Then she washed a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, which she now had room to hang over the shower rail.
By the time she’d finished she was feeling quite pleased with herself, but also hungry. Another drink of water solved that problem then she climbed back in bed for a nap. For the rest of the day she curled up in the bed watching television. She’d have preferred to watch movies, but sitting in bed watching TV during the afternoon was a luxury she hadn’t enjoyed for a very long time, so that was fun in its own right. Besides, she had such a lot to think about. How did she feel about ménage sex and obeying a Master? A Master who seemed to be angry most of the time and said harsh things, although he hadn’t ever really hurt her.
Then there was the issue of the future. She supposed quite soon Master Kingston would decide she’d been here long enough to recover from her long walk, and she’d be sent off down the mountain again. When she got to the bottom she still needed to get herself a job. Winter would be here soon enough and she had to have a job by then. Perhaps she could ask for bus fare to a big city. She’d be much more likely to find work there.
She’d had the thought of asking if she could drive trucks for the company. Would they help her get a truck-driving license? Perhaps she could work at one of their branches while she learned to drive the heavy vehicles. The idea of being in charge of big truck appealed to her, wandering the highways on wheels instead of on foot.
But time and again her mind came back to the men. They were both very lovely to look at and Raleigh was gentle and caring. Kingston seemed very harsh, but underneath it, she believed he had a good heart. No matter how angry he’d seemed he’d never really hurt her. Even when he’d bitten her breast it’d been as she was orgasming and it’d increased her pleasure, not diminished it. However, as to whether she had a future here, she felt that likely they’d get tired of such an obviously inexperienced slave as herself and want her to leave. She’d need to be strong and ask for—what? What did she want? Enough food to provide for her to walk down the mountain? Or a job as a truck driver? The truck driver. That had a future to it. If she walked down the mountain she’d still be hungry and unemployed at the bottom. Training for a real job was much better.