She stepped unsteadily from the tub, dripping water, her flesh turning a light blue from the drafts whistling through the tiny bathroom. They didn't give her anything to dry with until they were back in the basement. And then it was the filthy towel both and Rick had wiped their cocks off with earlier.

Both men were about to try something else with Camey when they stiffened, their ears pricking up at the sound of an approaching car.

"Karen," Rick said, his lips curling into a smile.

Camey shivered, wishing she had something she could wrap around her shoulders. She was cold, her body aching with fatigue and tension. Apparently they were all turning some sort of corner with the arrival of this strange girl she'd met briefly at Brad's.

Camey sat quietly as she listened to the sound of an opening door upstairs, the creaking ceiling as someone walked toward the stairway, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

"You've got her?" A soft feminine voice asked in the darkness.

Camey leaned forward, seeing the familiar shape and face of the girl who'd become hysterical in that beach-front apartment earlier. She seemed changed now, more in control, far from the hippy-type girlfriend she appeared to be four clays ago. Karen wore her long hair pulled back and rolled into a small bun. Her tight-fitting black blouse and matching slacks clung to her lithe body like a second skin.

"Sure, baby, we don't mess up," Rick said, sliding one arm around her small waist and kissing her on the cheek.

Karen didn't turn, her eyes flashing with anger as she stared at the naked blonde teen cringing under her steady gaze. Karen smiled coldly, drawing away from Rick and folding her arms in front of her.

"All this must seem a little over dramatic," Karen began.

Camey didn't know what to say. Over dramatic? She nearly laughed. That certainly was an understatement, considering the hell both men had been putting her through.