LOLA’S NEW PET – Chapter 2
Lola Leibowitz had never been any farther from her rural home in Illinois than the
neighboring town where she worked the evening shift in a diner. For her twenty-second
birthday, she decided to give herself a break. She had managed to save over a thousand
dollars in the last three years.
With the money, she was fulfilling the dream of a lifetime. She was sitting on a bus
heading cross-country. She was going to Los Angeles, land of sun, smog and
Disneyland. In the age of liberation, she was obeying Horace Greeley’s admonition to
"go west, young man".
Not that Lola was exactly a liberated woman. Until two days ago, she had spent every
night of her life under her parents’ roof. Though they had grown up in America, both
her mother and her father were still very much influenced by their Polish-Catholic
roots. They had not allowed Lola much liberty. She had had to be quick and clever to
lose her virginity at the age of nineteen to a farmhand on a neighboring farm.
Her experiences since had been few and far between. Lola was still practically a virgin…
an innocent turned loose on the world. But she had read a good deal, books borrowed
from the library and from friends and secreted under her pillow. She knew something
of the world. She wanted to know more.
Lola had the romantic young woman’s hunger for travel and adventure.
Her parents had resisted her plans to go all the way to Los Angeles, alone, with no job
secured. But Lola had been firm… so firm her parents had asked facetiously if this was
their obedient little daughter.
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"Yes, I am, Mama, Papa," she had answered. "But I’m twenty-one now. I’ve got to find
my own place in the world. You can’t protect me forever. What could really happen to
me? If I can’t find a job out there, I’ll come back home. You’ve got my word on that."
Lola’s parents were either too shy or too superstitious to list for her a few of the things
that could happen to her in the big city, a woman, untutored in the laws of survival,
alone. Perhaps they just didn’t have the heart to put a damper on the girl’s optimism.
Not that anything could really have killed Lola’s optimism. She was the first to board
the L.A. bound bus in Chicago. She climbed to the back of the bus and chose a window
seat with a panoramic view of the station. Once on the open road, the girl never took
her eyes off the changing flow of scenery. It never got boring for Lola. Everything was
new to her. Everything offered excitement.
The times she hated most were the hours after sunset when she wasn’t tired enough to
sleep. There was nothing to see out the window as they roared along the highway. She
was far too restless to read. She felt like a jungle cat locked in a cage at those times.
What to do with herself?
A young man on the bus noticed Lola’s boredom, her wide-eyed eagerness. The second
night out of Chicago, the middle-aged woman sitting next to Lola debarked. The young
man lost no time in moving in. He knew if he didn’t, there were several other men on
the bus with the same idea.
"Hi! You look as bored as I feel. Mind if I sit down?" He figured it was a cool approach.
How could she resist him? Her rich brown eyes, her soft long black hair, her flushed
cheeks – all displayed so prettily as she looked up at him – made him hope fervently
that she would not resist. Her smile was hesitant, but receptive… eager to be friendly, if
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it seemed the right thing to be.
Lola’s heart fluttered. The stranger was so handsome and sophisticated. She had only
seen such men in the diner. They were always traveling through, salesman usually,
between stops. Lola had always been a little shy with them. They were friendly enough,
but so slick. They frightened her.
Still, she was lonely and bored. It couldn’t hurt to just talk for a while. Besides, she was
on her own now. She was not obligated to worry about what Mama would think.
"I guess it would be all right. I have to admit, I’ve missed the sound of my own voice
the last day and a half."
He laughed encouragingly and sat down. "A girl with a sense of humor. Terrific. Where
you heading?"
As usual with this type of man, Lola squirmed a little under the stranger’s intense
scrutiny. "Los Angeles?" She didn’t like the lack of assertiveness in her voice. She
cleared her throat and said it again. "Los Angeles. I’m moving out there. No more cold
winters for me."
"Terrific. I wouldn’t mind getting the hell out of those myself." He considered the four-
letter word before he let it out. He decided she was probably the kind of girl who would
be impressed by the manly sound of it. "What do you do?" He grinned. "Going to be a
movie star? You’re pretty enough."
She smiled modestly. "Oh no. I’m a waitress." That sounded a little weak. "I’ve got
three and a half years experience. I heard people in L.A. are big tippers."
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He was beginning to relax with her. He knew her number. He’d met scores of girls like
this one. She was prettier than most… though she obviously was unaware of her own
potential.
"It’s like anywhere. You’ve got your big tippers and you’ve got your cheapies. You gotta
make sure you get into a class place."
Her wide brown eyes shone with interest. "You mean you’ve been there?"
"Sure. Loads of times. Personally, I prefer New York… there you can find any kind of
action you want… not that you can’t in L.A., but New York’s more my style."
His comments worried her. She didn’t think she should ask what kind of action he was
referring to. "Are you going there now? To L.A., I mean?"
"No, my company’s moving me to Denver. I sell men’s accessories. The reason I’m
riding this lousy bus is, I figure I can save most of my moving allowance this way. I’ve
run into a few debts lately… racked up my car, had to pay a broad off to keep her
mouth shut… things like that. I gotta be careful with my bread. I’ll give the company a
nice fat moving bill, and I’ll be back on my feet."
His words poured out so fast, Lola was scarcely able to keep up with him. She wasn’t
sure she liked the gist of what he was saying. But how was she to know? Maybe that
was the way things were with salesmen. They probably did have a lot of overhead,
traveling all the time the way they did.
"Can you recommend any nice, low-priced motels in Los Angeles? Not too low-priced,
you know. But I’ve got to make my money last awhile."
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He grinned broadly. "Now that depends what kind of action you’re looking for."
"I’m just looking for a job, you know… in a nice class place, like you said."
"Yeah, well, I’ll think about it. If I come up with anything, I’ll let you know later. Hey,
looks like the driver is finally going to give us a chance to stretch our legs. Come on.
Let me buy you a cup of coffee."
The big bus pulled up in front of a modest-looking diner. "Reminds me of the place I
used to work in."
Lola jumped from the last step to the ground. She was feeling good, free, excited.
Having someone to talk to made her realize just how far she’d come. Back home, she
would never have gotten into a conversation with a man like this. Even though she
didn’t think she particularly liked him, there was no harm in talking to him. It was
interesting listening to someone so completely different from the folks back home.
"Yeah? Top stuff, eh?"
Before she had a chance to catch the sarcasm, he grabbed her elbow and guided her
around the side of the diner.
Lola was alarmed. "Hey! Where you taking me!"
"Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. But I just gotta have a smoke."
"Why don’t you smoke inside?"
"Not this kind of tobacco. They’d have a sheriff out here arresting my ass in no time.
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Here, have a drag."
He passed the glowing cigarette to Lola. She looked at it hesitantly. The light dawned.
Obviously, it had to be marijuana. She had smoked that once, after school, with a
couple of kids.
The effect on her had been almost nil… she had been disappointed, after all she had
heard about it. Since then, she hadn’t given marijuana a second thought. Obviously, it
did nothing for her. She decided to take a drag, just to be a sport. He would never
know whether it had affected her or not.
He took the joint back and drew on it greedily. "This is good shit, baby. You’re going
to like this stuff. Colombian red. You can’t get this just anywhere. I had to hock my
pinky ring to get it, but it was worth it."
Automatically, she looked for a ring on his little finger. The neon sign from the diner
cast enough light to locate a sparkling red stone in a large masculine setting. She
became entranced with the multi-faceted beauty of the ring.
He looked from her face to the ring and back again. "Pretty stoned, aren’t you, baby?
Yeah, I got my ring back. You like it?" He took it off his finger and handed it to her.
"Here, wear it for a while."
It was a little loose even on her middle finger, but she held it out in front of her,
admiring the effect. Her mind dimly registered his comment that she was stoned, but
she let it pass. Maybe she was stoned. It didn’t matter. Everything seemed so slow-
moving, so fascinating. She felt intensely happy, freed of any anxieties she might have
harbored about her companion.
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"Are we going to get that cup of coffee?"
He was pleased with the way the drug had loosened her up. "Sure thing. Here, have
one last drag before we go in."
She had no qualms now about indulging in the drug. If this was what it was like to be
"stoned", she was all for it. She took a long drag on the roach while he held it for her.
As she pulled her head away, he covered her mouth with his own. His kiss was firm
and quick, but it started her quivering. She was liking this man’s company more and
more.
"What’s your name?" she asked pertly. "Mine’s Lola."
"Lola – Perfect. Mine’s Kenny. Come on. Let’s go inside."
They entered the diner hand in hand. The brunette wondered if any of the other
passengers would have noticed the change in their relationship. From perfect strangers
a short while ago to holding hands. The folks back home would be scandalized. Lola
giggled at the thought. None of their fellow travelers gave them more than a passing
glance.
"How about some of those donuts over there?"
Lola agreed readily to his suggestion. She hadn’t felt at all hungry when she got off the
bus, but suddenly she was ravenous. She and the young salesman each ate three donuts
before the driver announced it was time to move on. They giggled happily as they made
their way back to the bus.
"That stuff sure gives you an appetite, doesn’t it?" he teased her.
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She put her hand over her mouth like a naughty child. "Oh! Is that what did it? Jeepers,
I guess I really am stoned. Didn’t think it would ever happen to me!"
Kenny looked around anxiously to see if anyone had overheard her uncool remarks.
The people around them all looked suitably bored and disinterested. He relaxed. He
would have to be careful about how much of that kind of weed he fed to a green horn.
The girl was higher than a kite, from just two tokes of the stuff! Not that that was all
bad… She was relaxed now, and that was the way he wanted her.
Lola chattered on happily as the bus continued on its way south west ward. She noticed
Kenny’s hand reach over and squeeze her knee, then her thigh. Her mind put up token
resistance, but her body and her spirit loved it. She felt a little naughty, but enjoyed
being naughty. For the first time in her life, she was responsible to no one but herself.
For the first time in her life, she felt like an adult.
When he saw that she was going to let him squeeze her thigh, Kenny decided to try for
higher stakes. As the night wore on and she became drowsy, he put an arm around her
and let her rest her head on his shoulder. She slept. His fingers reached for a firm
round swell of tit and squeezed. She stirred, smiled and snuggled against him, without
coming fully awake. His hands investigated her full billowing breast until he too slept.
They awoke to a darkened bus. Everyone around them seemed to be asleep.
"Mmmmm…" she murmured drowsily. "What woke me up?"
Suddenly she became aware of the tantalizing sensations darting from her right tit
down through her cunt and back again. He was squeezing her breast, just hard enough
to fill her entire being with longing. Not yet sure whether she should protest, she
turned toward him.
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His mouth met hers in a long deep, searching kiss. His tongue rudely demanded entry
into her mouth. For a moment, she experienced panic. She knew nice girls should not
allow boys to do such things to them. But, before she could start to fight him off, she
found her own body leaning hungrily toward him. She wanted him. She wanted him to
kiss her, to be nice to her. Though she hadn’t really suffered from loneliness in the
three short days she had been away from home, the longing for human contact seemed
to overwhelm her with the first touch of his lips, kissing her in this new urgent way.
"Mmmmmm, you sure taste good, Lola."
"So do you, Kenny."
As she looked into his eyes, she wondered how she could ever have been the least bit
suspicious of this fine warm man. He liked her. He really liked her. He had been so
nice to her right from the start. It thrilled her that she had felt comfortable enough with
him to fall asleep against his shoulder. She had never been able to spend all night with
a man before.
"I sure am glad I met you, Kenny. I don’t know when I’ve had so much fun as I did
tonight."
With his experience with young, inexperienced women, Kenny could have predicted
that she would get dewy-eyed over a couple of kisses. That was exactly what he was
looking for. Though cold calculation lurked somewhere at the base of his motives, he
too was falling prey to the youthful urgency that the girl was feeling. With his greater
experience, however, he sought more from the feeling than a few kisses and titty-grabs.
He wanted to fuck this beautiful, dark-eyed girl! Right now, that simple fact was more
important than dope, Denver or money. It was a priority that his impulsive nature
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drove him to act upon.
"I’ve had a great time too, Lola… listen, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you stop off in
Denver for a day or two? You’ve got a through ticket. You can hop another bus
whenever you feel like it. I’d just like more chance to get to know you better. What do
you say?"
She hesitated. Her teeth tugged harshly on her lower lip. Every fiber of her being urged
her to follow up on the young man’s invitation. But was it right? She didn’t know
anyone in Denver. She’d only be there to be with him. Would he expect her to sleep
with him?
Despite the hesitations of her conscience, her body still tingled all over at the thought
of being alone with a man, of being able to make love in comfort, without worrying
about being discovered. Almost as soon as these thoughts entered her mind, she forced
them out. She couldn’t let herself consider such things so cold-bloodedly. She couldn’t
accept his invitation with the ruthless intent of going off somewhere and making love to
him.
But there was no reason why she shouldn’t stop in Denver for a day or two. She had
the money and the time. Just a couple of days, and then she’d hurry right off to Los
Angeles and get a job.
The idea of adventure had totally captivated Lola. She was going to visit a new city, one
she hadn’t expected to catch more than a glimpse of. Fate was calling her. Experience
waited.
Kenny had almost reconciled himself to a negative response. It had been almost five
minutes since he asked the question. Surely she was going to say no.
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"I’ll do it," she announced loudly, more loudly than was necessary in the quiet bus. It
was clear she was still convincing herself. She giggled as Kenny grabbed her and
hugged her playfully.
"Hey, that’s great! We’ll have a ball!" A cynical voice inside him added: "A guaranteed
ball from a master, baby!" But she was an innocent one. He didn’t want to shock her.
He joined her excitement as they talked about the city they were scheduled to reach in
just a couple of hours.
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