"Don't matter," he said, wiping the back of one hairy hand across his lips.

He had been drinking. Even where she was she could smell the rancid odor, of beer on his breath. Jack was big – at least six three, close to two hundred pounds, every ounce solid muscle. He was wearing a red flannel shirt opened to the navel, revealing his hairy chest and well-developed pecs. His dirty Levi's clung to, his narrow hips, revealing the sharp outline of a fat, long cock.

Cindy swallowed hard, instinctively shrinking back from the heavily endowed stud. He had come here for one reason, she felt. The air between them thickened with excitement, sparkled with electricity, as Jack kept staring down at the helpless blonde teen.

"Why am I here?"

Jack sneered, his thick sensuous lips curling up. Under his black moustache she saw a double row of white, square teeth. Everything about him spoke of raw, animal power – the power of a coal miner, the raw strength of a lumberjack, or of a soldier trained to kill brutally.

Cindy felt fear. As he stood a step closer, she drew back, one hand covering her throat while the other stretched back behind her. The window light caught the young man's face and upper torso. The sweat on his face made his long black hair glisten. His forehead wrinkled and the skin round his dark eyes tightened. Tiny fires in the centers of his eyes spilled along the high cheekbones and longs nose. He hadn't shaved for several days. The sweat made the stubble stand out.

"Please… tell me…"

"I'll tell you shit, baby," he growled, kicking the door shut.

Cindy jumped, scooting back until she hit the far wall. There was nowhere to run in this tiny, cramped room!

CHAPTER TWO