Mail Order Menage (2 page)

Marina let out a gasp of pain.  That thing was hard and it hurt!  She tried to stand up.  “It hurts.  I think I’m done.”

Michael just laughed.  “I do love a tight virgin.”  He kept his hand against her back, keeping her in place as he started to thrust in and out of her tight passage.  “We’ll make it fast, and it’ll be all over with.”  He thrust into her again and again, making grunting noises behind her.

Marina lay against the desk, wondering what on earth Jasmine had enjoyed about this, and why Michael had stopped being gentle with her.

After a moment, though, it started to feel a little better.  The tingling between her legs increased, and it was actually feeling good.  Michael let out a loud grunt and thrust hard one last time into her.  He leaned there against her for a moment before stepping back and fastening his pants. 

She stood up a little shaky on her feet, turning to look at him.  His member was back in his pants now, so she couldn’t see it, but she wanted to tell him to take it out so she could look at it again.  As she watched, he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a shiny dollar, handing it to her.  “Before Monday, go to Francesa’s on 5
. Get a frilly thing to wear under your dress for lunch, tell her I sent her, she’ll know what to do. Don’t worry poppet, I’ll take very good care of you.”

She smoothed her work dress down, slipping the coin into her pocket, and slipped out of his office. Marina was so confused, he hadn’t even kissed her when he finished. And rather than plan to meet in the evening, to start planning their wedding, he sent her off to go back to the factory floor. She walked out of his office feeling rumpled and a little used. She worked, feeling a slight soreness in her upper thighs. 

Marina left the factory for the last time, and headed to Francesa’s. He had asked her to go there, so she might as well get the errand over with. She walked into the shop and was greeted by an older woman, who swept over her with piercing eyes.

“Who sent you, dearie?”

“M-Michael Parry, my factory supervisor.” Marina stammered at her.

“Oh yes, you must be his Monday girl.” Marina drew back, surprised.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” The woman looked at Marina with sad eyes.

“No, dear, I gather that you don’t. How about I pick something out for you?”

Marina just nodded dumbly at her.

What on earth was going on? She was going to have to clear up so much with Michael, and to have to wait til Monday? She paused, and realized that she would actually see him on Wednesday with the twins. She’d simply stay behind after they left.

Francesa came bustling out with some lovely silky items in her hands. She made up a package for Marina, while keeping up a stream of inconsequential banter.

“Oh, Ma’am, but he only gave me a dollar, I don’t think I can pay for all those things.”

Francesa just smiled at her, and patted Marina’s hand.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear, I’m putting this on his account. He’ll pay for this, all of this.”

Marina wondered if this was her trousseau. How thoughtful of him to provide for her already!

“Thank you, I really appreciate all you’ve done.”

“You’re Jasmine’s sister, aren’t you? She’s a dear friend of mine, so of course I have to help take care of her little sister.”

Marina picked up the package and headed out the door, after saying her goodbyes. She got to her apartment around seven, much later than her typical evening.  Jasmine was sitting, waiting for her, which was unusual, because her sister usually worked nights.  She was a “gentleman’s companion.” Marina had never heard of being a gentleman’s companion and not a lady’s companion, but her sister made good money, so she didn’t ask a lot of questions. Besides, after the death of her husband, before the factory job, they had skirted the line of losing everything.

“I have to tell you something,” Marina said, sitting down beside her sister on the sofa.

“I need to tell you something, too.”  Jasmine bit her lip as if she was nervous about what she had to say.

“You first, then.”  Marina sat back, wanting her information to come last, because it was so exciting.

“I’m moving out.  One of the gentleman I’ve entertained lately has invited me to live with him.” Jasmine was obviously excited about her news, but worried at the same time.

Marina looked at her for a moment.  “I thought you were a companion for gentleman.  I didn’t know you entertained them.”  Did she dance?  Sing?

Jasmine sighed and stared at the ceiling.  “I entertain them in bed, Marina. They pay me to spread my legs and let them have relations with me.”

Marina’s eyes widened.  “I let Michael at the factory do that to me today.  It was different than what I expected.”

Jasmine stared at Marina, obviously shocked. “I thought you were going to wait until you married him, a virgin on your wedding night!” Jasmine tucked the letter in her hand under the pillow. “But he asked you to marry him?”

Marina shrugged. “Not exactly, we got carried away during lunch.” She made a face.  “It wasn’t as good as you always talk about, though.”

Jasmine grinned.  “Not the first time.  It’s the times after that are good.”  She drew her brows together in confusion.  “Did he take you back to his house?”

Marina shook her head.  “No, he just had me bend over his desk and he stuck it in me from behind.”  Maybe if he’d taken her home with him, maybe it would have been better.

Jasmine frowned.  “He didn’t take any time with you?”

“No.  It felt good toward the end, but at the beginning it really hurt.  And then he was done.”  She hoped her sister had good advice for her.

“It’s always better after the first time.”  She eyed her sister.  “Did you talk at all?”

“Well, yes, after, he gave me a dollar and instructions to go to Francesa’s on 5
. I think it was to buy trousseau items.”

“He gave you a dollar?” Jasmine’s nostril’s flared, and she got very stiff. “He gave you a dollar and sent you to Francesa’s.”

“Oh yes, she’s very nice, and says she’s a friend of yours. She picked things out for me and said we would put it on his account. He must have planned it out to surprise me. It was odd though, when I first walked in, she called me his ‘Monday Girl’, whatever that is.”  Marina shrugged. ”I mean, it makes so much more sense now, he wanted me to get the things before Monday, so he must want to get married next week!”

Jasmine rubbed her brow and stared at her naïve sister“Marina, did he say anything about marrying you today?”

Marina frowned at Jasmine. “Why are you being so silly, he’s not a cad, he said he would take care of me and we’d have lunch on Monday!”

Jasmine buried her face in her hands.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, you know, because the Genesee twins invited me to their Wednesday lunch, and I’ll just stay after for a moment. That will make you feel better, surely?”

Jasmine looked up at her sister, who was staring at her so earnestly.

“Of course, Marina, I’m sure I’m being silly. Just know that I will always take care of you, no matter what.”

~ * ~ * ~

Marina took care to dress her hair on Wednesday.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything is cleared up to your satisfaction. I don’t like you to worry! Will you be home for dinner tonight?”

“Yes, I’m going to stay home tonight, make a special dinner for us. Feel free to invite Michael.” 

Before she stepped out of the house, she hugged Jasmine.

The factory was buzzing when Marina clocked in, and it seemed like everyone was staring at her. For a moment, she panicked, did they know about what happened in the back on Monday with Michael? Were they going to make it difficult to keep working until they were married? But a teary-eyed woman, Lucy, stormed out of Michael’s office, her last pay packet clutched in her hand.

The Genesee twins started whispering beside her. Marina’s knew with the factory down a girl on the floor, it was going to be a hard shift. But she would not be skipping lunch and the chance to clear things up with Michael. And Lucy was the girl who ate lunch with Michael on Tuesday, something really bad must have happened in her section to make Michael let her go.

~ * ~ * ~

Marina was finally able to pull herself away from her machine. Goodness, she was really late for lunch. The twins had already headed up to Michael’s office. Good thing they had asked for a moment, as Marina hated being late. She grabbed her lunch pail and skipped up the steps.

She tapped on the door as she slipped in, closing the door behind her, “Sorry for being late…”, she stopped, shocked by what she saw.

Michael had both kneeling in front of him, his hands buried in their beautiful blond hair as he thrust his cock in and out of their mouths. Marina dropped her lunch pail and gasped. Michael looked up and kept thrusting.

“Oh, you naughty girl, did you want to join us?”

“Michael, what…but…I don’t understand. I thought we were to be wed.” Marina couldn’t help but wail at the sight of what she thought was her future husband into the mouth, no mouths of two other women. He kept staring at Marina, closed his eyes, and grunted as he exploded into one of the women’s mouths. He pulled out of her and tucked himself into his pants.

“You silly girl, you thought what I wanted you to think. I was just setting you for the life you were meant to live, a whore like your sister. As if I would marry a factory girl. My fiancée is from a good family. You’re just my Monday girl.” The twins stood up, straightening their hair, staring at her with hard eyes. She realized they set her up to catch him, to have the mist pulled out of her eyes. “Don’t think that you can run off tattling to my fiancée, you’ll just end up like Lucy. You won’t find a much better job than this factory.” He flipped coins at Helena and Shirley. “Besides, you’ll get a nice bonus on Mondays now. So, unless you plan on servicing me now, get back on the floor. In fact, I think I should call on you, Monday. You’ll leave after lunch and prepare youself. I’d like to see the very expensive things you managed to get Francesa to charge to my account.” Marina stared into his eyes, trying to find the warmth and kindness of the man she’d been dining with, but his once twinkling blue eyes, were stone hard. “I think I’ll get my money’s worth out of you.” Marina turned to flee. “Oh Marina, don’t think I won’t, I’ll have you blackballed at every factory in this city. I’ll see you bright and early, Monday morning.”

She looked back once, but his face was implacable and hard, and she fled back to the floor.

Somehow, she made it through the rest of the work day, in a numb blur. Shirley stopped her as she clocked out, and whispered harshly into her ear. “I’m so sorry, Marina. We just didn’t want you to get hurt any worse. We thought he might not, when he realize how innocent you really were.” Marina pulled away from her, from the sympathy in her eyes. “I’ll be fine. But there is no way I’m letting him put his thing in me again.” And she fled home, to where she prayed Jasmine really could make it all ok again.

~ * ~ * ~

Marina burst into the house, startling Jasmine, who had been reclining on the settee. Jasmine took one look at Marina’s tear-soaked face and pulled her into her arms, sitting down with her. Marina wailed against Jasmine, shaking, until she was finally spent.

“Oh Jasmine, you were right, you were right the whole time. I am such a silly, naïve fool. I just…I just wanted to be loved, to have a family, is that so wrong? Why would he do such things, why would he trick me like that?” Jasmine rocked Marina against her chest.

“Oh, my sweet, some men, they like to pluck innocent fruit. It’s a challenge. They don’t care about your hopes and dreams.”

“Oh, Jasmine, he’s…he’s going to make me keep doing it, he said I’d never get any other work, he’s made sure of it.”

Jasmine pulled back from Marina, and made her look into her eyes. “No Marina, you do not have to go back there. You never have to go back there, to see him again.”

“But you’re moving out Jasmine, you’re leaving. I have to have another job right away, and you can’t support me if he does black ball me!” 

“Please don’t be angry, but I…I set something up, just in case.”

“Are you going to make me be a gentleman’s companion? He said I was just another whore, like you. Oh my god, how does he know you? And why would he say such things?”

Jasmine shook Marina. “Pull yourself together. You deserve the family and the farm you’ve longed for since coming to this wretched city. And I’ve made it possible.”

“But, how does he know you? I don’t understand. Why has everyone known except me? Am I that stupid?”

“Marina, he’s the reason my husband died. And he’s right, I am a whore. And he’s the reason I didn’t get a chance for a respectable second chance, not after Jonas died. But I found you a second chance, if you want it.”

Curiousity finally overcame Marina’s hurt and sorrow. “What do you mean, second chance?”

Jasmine pulled out the envelope from George Maddix. “Marina, when you told me about Michael and thinking he was going to marry you, I wrote to an advertisement in the paper.”

“Jasmine, you aren’t making any sense.”

“I wrote to a man in Montana, looking for a bride. A mail order bride.”

“I thought you were moving in with one of your gentlemen. Are you going to Montana?”

“No, Marina, I’ll never be respectable like you will. I might not have made it to this life on purpose, but I do enjoy it. But you, even now, you deserve a chance at a good life. On a ranch. It won’t be a farm like Mama and Papa’s, but you’ll have a home and land and freedom.”

“Are you saying he won’t mind if I show up instead of you?”

Jasmine laughed at her sister. “I wrote him as you.” She handed her sister the advertisement.

“I can’t believe you did this.”

Jasmine looked worried, and rushed to explain, “I just, well, I hoped I was wrong and that you could be happy here, but just in case, I wanted to know you’d be taken care of. And if we didn’t need it, I would just write back to him and tell him so.”

Marina flung her arms around her sister. “You could still go out west, pretend to be me.”

“Don’t be silly! Like I could ever settle for one man!”