Anna had talked to Them, whoever "Them" was. Anthony knew it. Anna was quiet and a little worried, and that wasn't like her. They had all gone back to the Winnebago and returned to a camp near Savannah, catching the occasional military personnel on leave and giving private little shows.
"They" had not liked the notoriety that Shawn had been getting. Anthony knew that. He made certain that when the soldiers or sailors on leave came to their little demos near the campsite, that Shawn was hidden in her little room. He began to feel better after a few weeks.
He would have panicked if he had known about the twins.
Bambi and Bunni had not liked leaving a big city to return to a dusty campsite, even if it was near the ocean. They had begun driving into Savannah at night, touring the hangouts and meeting others.
The twins showed Mama San and Auntie K a local group of women who met for MahJong. Anna was having mysterious meetings at times, Anthony driving her. When Mama San and Auntie K were gone at the same time, Bambi or Bunni would make a call, and soon a party would show up at their little site. They never risked taking the men into Anna's room, but sometimes - they needed more space.
So they knocked on the door of the Winnebago one afternoon when everyone else was gone, to find Shawn lying face down on the floor, legs crossed at the ankles behind her, chin propped on her hands, watching TV. She was naked except for the ever-present thigh hi hose, this time a sheer lacy white.
"Hey kid, you want some company?" asked Bambi. Two too many guys had shown up, and none of them wanted to go without sex. Leave was not that easy to get.
Shawn rolled onto her side, propping her head on one hand.
"Look, I've got a couple of guys who need some attention, and me and Bunni - we just have too many guys here right now. You want some company? I'll make 'em use condoms," said Bambi. She squatted on the floor next to Shawn.
Mama San had not been allowed to use as much ginger juice lately. Bambi thought about it.
"Be right back, kid," she said, and went down the hall to the bathroom. She returned with the little jar. "Roll over and open."
Shawn rolled over on her back and by habit, put her wrists over her head, arching her back a little, opening her legs. Bambi dipped a little brush into the small pot of juice, then dabbed it liberally on the labia, thought about it, then inserted the brush slightly into her pussy, twirling it. Shawn shivered slightly.
Satisfied, Bambi returned the jar and came back. She tossed Shawn her cuffs and collars. "Put these on." The white ones, to match the white lacy hose. Nice. She helped Shawn into the collar and snapped on the ankle cuffs with their D rings, while Shawn slipped on the wrist cuffs, their own D rings clanking slightly. Bambi checked the table by the sofa. Good. The chain links were there. Trust Mama San to keep everything ready.
"You want both now?"
Shawn nodded, already rubbing her clit a little from the juice. It had been several weeks since she had had much of it, and the feeling was powerful.
Bambi left, returning with two guys. She had already told them Shawn couldn't talk; reminded them about the condoms. The last thing she wanted was for Mama San or Anna to find out she'd let Shawn play around. Or that they'd had anyone at their camp. Anna was too nervous these days, Bambi decided. She waved at Shawn, then went back to the little trailer she shared with Bunni.
The two men looked at Shawn. They were in fatigues. Shawn liked the look of their boots. She liked boots.
"Hey honey, you always dress like that?" one of the men said. He was black with a relaxed grin. The other guy was white and looked nervous. Shawn smiled and nodded.
The two men sat down on the small sofa near the table, not sure what to do next. By now, the ginger juice was burning at Shawn, throbbing. She went over to Relaxed Grin. He grinned at her again. She sat on his knees, facing him, legs to either side of his, and edged forward a little. Mr. Nervous edged over. Shawn got on her knees, working her way forward until her hands were on the black man's shoulders, her knees on either side of his thighs. She moved his hands to come around and grasp her bottom. He squeezed gently.
"You got a cute tight little butt," he said. His voice was a little hoarse now. She smiled.
She moved up against his chest, arching a little so the mons moved forward, catching her clit on his dog tag which had come out of his shirt. She moved back and forth a little against it, making it swing. The man squeezed her bottom again, pulling it apart a little, his fingers digging in. She slid her legs wider apart, moving her left hand down and separating the lips with her fingers, then rubbing her clit.
"You horny, baby?" said the man, his voice harsher and breathier. The white guy was mesmerized. He spoke up.
"Bunni said we could tie her. That she likes that."
"You want that, baby?" said the man. Shawn nodded, pointing at the table. She took one of his hands, moved it to her front, down, so his hand stroked against her clit.
"Oh, you a hot little slut, ain't you, baby?" he crooned, and she nodded. She liked him.
