Passion In James County VI: The Predator
Chapter nine
Before Mel Ott began taking advantage of her, Donna loved working at the McIntyre farm. Now she hated to go to work. Every day she was afraid Mel would make more demands for sex, demands she knew she had no choice but to comply with. She couldn't stay away from work because failure to go to work was a violation of her probation, and that would mean she'd go to jail. As horrible as what Mel was doing to her was, she was sure jail would be worse. Things had gotten so bad for the girl that she was growing more and more despondent every day.
"Good morning, Donna," Jennifer said when the girl walked into the barn. "Have you seen Mr. Ott yet?"
"Ah...no ma'am, I haven't," Donna replied.
"Well, I hope he gets here soon," Jennifer said. "I have to run over to Beaverton to get some feed this morning and there are some things I want him to do while I'm gone."
Jennifer had been thinking for some time that hiring the surly man had been a mistake. Ott seemed to be late for work a lot and, although he didn't realize it, she'd noticed that he let Donna do most of the work. Maybe the best thing to do would be to fire him and find a new farm hand. Maybe she should hire a farm manager, someone who would free her of some of aspects of running the farm she didn't like.
"I'm going up to the house," Jennifer told Donna. "When Mr. Ott gets here, tell him I need to see him right away."
"Yes, ma'am," Donna said.
Mel swaggered into the barn about ten minutes later. He let his eyes roam over Donna, who was wearing a loose sweat shirt and jeans, and grinned. "Morning, sweetie," he said. "You're really lookin' good this morning."
"Mrs. McIntyre wants to see you," Donna said. "She's up in the house, in the office. She said I should tell you to come up right away."
"What the fuck does that bitch want now?" Mel grumbled. He turned and stomped out of the barn, headed for the house.
Jennifer heard the door open and heavy footfalls in the hallway, then Mel Ott appeared at the office door.
"You wanted to see me?" he said.
Jennifer noted that the man hadn't shaved, and that he kept his grubby baseball cap on in the house. It wasn't a big thing, but it was one more offensive thing about him she didn't particularly like. For the first time, she was aware there was something menacing about the man and she felt wary. She decided to let him stand.
"You're supposed to be at work at seven, Mr. Ott," she said.
"Yeah, I know," Mel replied, "but the car I got's a piece 'a shit. Sometimes it don't start. Like this morning."
Jennifer took a deep breath. That was it. She no longer wanted this man working for her. "Mr. Ott," she said, "Over the past few months, I've noticed there have been far too many mornings when your car wouldn't start. And ever since I hired Donna, I've noticed that she seems to be doing a lot more work around here than you are."
"Ah, look, ma'am," Mel said, "you gotta understand, there's a lot I do you don't see. I mean, you ain't around all the time, you know?"
Jennifer knew what she had to do. She pulled her checkbook out of the desk, then she picked up a pen and wrote out a check. She tore the check out of the checkbook, stood up, and handed Mel the check.
"What's this?" Mel asked, a little confused.
"That's a check covering your pay through today, plus a week's severance," Jennifer said. "I don't wish to employ you any longer, Mr. Ott. Please leave my farm immediately. If you don't leave, or if you return, I will call the sheriff and have you arrested for trespassing."
"What the fuck do you think you're doin'?" Mel growled, glaring at her. "You can't do this!"
"I can do it, and I have," Jennifer replied. She stepped back to her desk and put her hand on the phone. "Now please leave. Or I will call the sheriff, and you will be removed!"
"Aw, fuck!" Mel said. He turned and stomped out of the building.
Donna saw Mel come out of the house, his face bright red. She was scared. Whatever Mrs. McIntyre had done, it looked as if Mel was pissed. And if he was, he was liable to take it out on her. Her fears eased a bit when she saw that instead of heading for the barn, Mel was heading for his car. He got in the car, the engine started, then the car roared down the driveway, fishtailing and spraying gravel.
Donna still wasn't sure what was going on when Mrs. McIntyre came out of the house and started for the barn.
"Would you like to go along to Beaverton with me to pick up the feed, Donna?" Jennifer asked when she reached the barn.
"Ah...sure," Donna replied. "What happened to Mr. Ott? He looked really angry."
"I discharged him," Jennifer said as they walked toward the pickup truck. "I've been dissatisfied with his work for some time. I think I'm going to hire a farm manager, someone who will come to work on time and do their share of what needs to be done."
Donna breathed a silent sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to put up with Mel's harassment any more; at least not here at the farm. But would he let her alone away from the farm, or would he continue to torment her?
They climbed into the truck, Jennifer started the motor, and they headed down the driveway. "And don't worry, Donna," Jennifer said, "even if I do hire a manager, your job is secure. You can stay on as long as you like."
Mel drove away from the farm angrier than he'd ever been in his life. That rich bitch! Where did she get off, firing him? Who the fuck did she think she was? He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he was livid and he sure as hell was going to do something.
He wanted someone he could take his anger out on, and the first person he thought of was his ex-wife, Arlene. A cruel grin formed on his face as he turned his car toward his ex-wife's house.
Arlene sat alone in her house, enjoying pleasant memories of her night with William Atherton. Willie was such a good lover! She sighed and got up from the sofa, where she'd been sitting. She planned to get a bath, then go and do a little shopping.
Arlene started toward her bathroom and as she did, she heard a car pull into the driveway. Not sure who'd be stopping at this time of day, she started for the kitchen to check.
Mel got out of his car and started for his ex-wife's house, an erection beginning to swell in his grubby slacks as he thought about what he planned to do with his Arlene.
Arlene's spirits fell when she looked out the window and saw her ex-husband's ratty old car sitting in the driveway. "Nooooo!!!" she thought. She didn't know why Mel was there, but she didn't want him to be. Marrying him was the worst mistake she'd ever made in her life, a mistake she thought she'd corrected when she divorced him two years ago. He'd called her from time to time, but she hadn't seen him since the divorce. Now he was here, and he looked angry. Arlene shuddered. She knew only too well what Mel could be like when he was angry.
She went to meet Mel at the door, to tell him to leave. All she wanted was for him to leave as soon as possible.
"Hi, Arlene," Mel said when his ex-wife opened the door. "Been a long time, baby."
"Mel, I don't know why you're here, but you can't stay," Arlene said. "I've got things to do today."
Mel, wearing a cold smile, ignored her comment and walked by her into the kitchen. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "You can do your fuckin' chores later," he said. "I been missing you and I figgered we could have us a little fun."
"No!!!" Arlene exclaimed. "You can't stay. You have to leave."
Smiling smugly, Mel walked over to where his ex-wife stood, trembling, next to the open kitchen door. "You don't really mean that," he said and pushed the door closed. "You don't really want me to leave, do you?"
"Mel, please," Arlene said, "If you don't leave, I'll..."
"You'll what?" Mel growled. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his mouth over hers.
Arlene struggled against her ex-husband, but he was too strong. She continued to push against him, but he easily overpowered her.
"See?" Mel said, taking his mouth from hers. "You want it as bad as I do."
"Noooo!!!" Arlene groaned. She didn't want to give in, but she didn't want to anger him, either. She recalled only too well the physical abuse she'd suffered at his hands when they were married. Then Mel grabbed her ass, pressed his crotch against her, and she felt his swollen cock. "Why is this happening?" she thought. "Why can't I get free of him?"
"Come on, baby," Mel said. He put his arm around her waist and lead her toward the stairs which led up to her bedroom. "We ain't done it in a while, so you're probably horny as hell. I bet you missed my cock, dincha?" He seized her breast and squeezed it roughly.
Arlene's legs were rubbery and she continued to offer no resistance as she accompanied her brutal ex-husband up the stairs to her bedroom.
