He got in beside her.
"Let's go, Randy," he said.
The young man turned the car around and got it back out onto the highway. They were going north where there was nothing but mountain cabins for a long distance. She wondered again how Carolyn could allow them to do this to her.
"What are you going to do to me?" Julia whispered.
The big man leered at her.
"You're a pretty woman," he said. "What do you think we're going to do to you?"
She felt as if a hand had clutched her heart. She couldn't breathe.
"Please don't hurt me," she said. "My husband has money. He'll pay you. Only don't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "You'll like what I have in mind."
"No," she whispered.
He only laughed and she could tell that he would have no pity on her.
She wondered about the other one but then she remembered the leering grin he had given her. No, he would have no pity either.
"My name's Bud," the large man said. "My friend up there is Randy.
We're glad to meet you, Julia."
"How did you know my name?" Julia asked.
"Ahhh, honey," Bud said. "We know nearly everything there is to know about you."
Without warning Bud grabbed her behind the head and jerked her close to him. His full lips pressed hotly down against hers. She struggled as she felt his tongue trying to get between her lips.
Struggling was doing her no good. Bud was strong and he held her easily with one hand while his other hand began to explore her body.
She felt his probing fingers trace an outline underneath her large titties.
Then she felt one hot hand cupping her left tit through the thin material of her blouse.
She was shocked but she was also fascinated. She had never thought of herself as a woman who would enjoy being manhandled. Yet, almost immediately she felt short of breath and she could feel a sticky heat between her thighs.
Bud released her. He was smiling. "I'll be damned," he said. "I think she's going to be a hot one, Randy."
"Please let me go," Julia pleaded.
"Why, baby?" Bud asked. "You afraid you might enjoy it too much?"
That was exactly what she was afraid of. She had been frustrated too long by her husband's feeble attempts to satisfy her. Both these men looked horny and capable.
"We're here," Randy said.
She looked out the window at the flashing lights of the motel. She didn't recognize it. She didn't even remember there being a motel this far north.
This was a well-formulated plan because the men didn't have to register. They jerked her out of the car and hustled her quickly into one of the motel rooms.