"Man, when I get through with you you won't wanna go nowhere 'cept with me."

Camey reached back with one hand, steadying herself by holding on to the low wire fence behind her. People were staring at her, some of the men smiling. A new flush of shame gave her the courage to speak.

"Leave me alone," she said in a whisper. How unconvincing the order sounded. She was cringing under the hot sexy glare of the big man. And when he touched her the girl felt her flesh crawling and tingling with unspeakable sexual excitement.

"You want it bad, baby, real bad," he said, his lips curling into a smile beneath his untrimmed black mustache.

What was "it"? In a flash she knew and blushed an even deeper red. She should run. But something held Camey riveted to the spot.

"Hey, Brad, you gonna press some more?" the thickly built blond shouted.

The sound of that voice was like a lance piercing her body. Camey turned once again to go but Brad held tightly to her wrist, pressing his fingers down hard until they nearly bruised her flesh. "Come on," he ordered.

Camey closed her eyes. Her heart stopped, then started again. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. She felt numb, helpless. Camey had to keep her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see his face so close. The girl felt she was going to do it, actually go home with this man! She was going to do what she'd secretly wanted to do with all those boys who'd gone out with her and tried to get into her panties. Oh, how she wanted them to fight back, to hold her down, pin back her arms and force her to submit. But they all said they respected her too much, were afraid to go further if she said no.