Ann Taylor, authoress of this blatantly realistic novel has, perhaps, more insight into the subject of love, marriage and divorce than the majority of people in our contemporary society.
The heroine, a young girl, fell in love and married with the stars of happiness still in her eyes, but all marriages, however, are not "made in heaven". It is a grim realism and awakening to face married life as it really is. The typical American woman is raised to cherish and protect her virginity, taught that sex is a forbidden subject, even though it is a very real and basic part of her life. This alone, unfortunately, can account for the problems in many of the divorces within the United States. Although, the author does not condone promiscuity outside of marriage, much less within the bonds of matrimony, it is a study of the real social problem that every woman faces when she marries.
We, The Publishers, feel that this novel portrays the problem of infidelity and its consequences with complete accuracy and astuteness.
The author's timing in writing on this particular subject is excellent as more and more women are coming to face and live with this problem in their everyday lives. In a period of more social and economic freedom it is more difficult than ever to keep the men completely faithful and monogamous. The American woman, however, is still confined by the bonds of the middle ages, faithful, and disappointed when she discovers that her mate has been unfaithful. The customs and mores of the American society demand this or they are outcasts.
The young woman in this novel is the epitome of American womanhood. She shares each woman's reactions, the indignations and the same rebellion that one experiences when one discovers that her mate had co-habited with someone else. These are facts that each one of us are well aware, yet how do these sheltered, protected, indoctrinated women fight back? Everyone finds a different "out", a different escape, none of which are entirely satisfactory because the ego becomes involved.
Many run away from old ties, the home and family and try to make a new life, while others may brood and dwell in self pity. Our heroine chose the former solution only to find herself entrapped in a male dominated society for which she was totally unprepared.
Sometimes the greatest moral strength can be conquered by others who use devious and unscrupulous means to accomplish their purposes. Women who are not prepared to combat and fight these influences may succumb to the temptations as a way to revenge their shattered hearts and dreams; such is the case of our heroine. It has been said that experience is the best teacher, but one must have the years and knowledge to cope with that experience or they will find themselves in a whirlpool of the calloused side of humanity and be used and abused until they adapt this new-found way of life.
This is not a pretty story, it can't be; yet every-divorcee who has experienced infidelity in his or her marriage can identify with the characters in this poignant novel. There is not one person who has lived through a divorce that hasn't questioned his or her ability as a lover. The bedroom alone cannot hold a marriage together, yet statistics show that this is the greatest reason for divorce among American couples. Therefore, The Publishers, suggest that this book be studied and contemplated for the underlying reasons that are delineated in the context of this contemporary and very realistic novel.
For those who have been, or are, debating divorce, it is especially important. The men of the present generation may find it easy to adapt to a what may happen to the women they leave and the women they take. No matter how emancipated the American woman has become, she still has the strong need to be understood and protected, loved, and cherished; it is their heritage. The repercussions that affect the divorcees of this nation do not occur from loose morals or a bad background, they (the women) need to find themselves, feel that they are loved and desired again, and unfortunately, this often times leads to false hopes and dreams, degradation and humiliation.
The author is not blaming either sex, he merely is telling the story the way it so often happens, with the cruel and painful consequences.
The Publishers feel that this book is a definite contribution to this very pressing and "now" situation. It should not be taken lightly for it is very real, frighteningly real, yet this is what is happening in every town, city and borough of the United States. Young women and men marry every day, have families and children, but what happens when a situation occurs that breaks this neat little pattern. It is thought provoking-and stimulating, discouraging and enlightening at the same time.
The women think that they can be brave, martyrs, yet the American woman is not prepared to face what they encounter when left alone. She cannot stoically accept infidelity, and because of this she strikes back, but sometimes the results of her fight can lead to a disastrous end. Some pick up and start again, but not without a jaded, warped, ashamed feeling.
The author has demonstrated this situation with lucid sensitivity and told it with great courage. It should be read and remembered.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER I
Janice Wolper got off the train in Pennsylvania Station and looked around the dingy, gray building hoping to find a porter. It was her second trip to New York, the first being a few months before when she had returned from Reno after her divorce. At that time she hadn't thought of moving to the city, but her hometown was too small and she could no longer bear to see the local people whisper or stare at her and shake their heads. Her divorce had been the most colorful gossip that they had bantered about in several years. She had been married right after she had finished college and her husband was not the typical country fellow that she had dated in high school. He had been a very handsome man, almost too handsome, and evidently several other of the townswomen had thought so, because he had been named in a paternity suit with a girl who was barely seventeen, so she had divorced him.
She had wondered why he was gone so many nights of the week, but it didn't occur to her that he would be having an affair, the town was entirely too small for that sort of thing. She and Tom had fought often about their conjugal rights, and she had always ended up in tears, locking herself in the bathroom or bedroom and he would go storming out to the neighborhood bar. She didn't think that she was frigid, yet their nights had been something that she just tolerated and never really enjoyed. Her wedding night was still a painful and humiliating experience for her and she wondered what was wrong with her. Sex had been something that had never been discussed in their home and she had always taken it for granted that her virginity was the most prized gift she could give her husband. She had been a virgin when she was married, but the tender, loving, understanding man she had dated had turned into an animal once the minister had pronounced them man and wife. She shuddered with anger and shame when she remembered how he had taken her from the reception barely an hour after it had started and took her to a motel even before they bad reached the airport to go on their honeymoon. He had torn her wedding suit from her, threw her on the bed and raped her! Raped, she thought, and wondered if it was rape if you were married. At any rate, ever since that first terrible and frightening experience, she had never enjoyed sex. She knew that she had perhaps driven her husband to find another woman, but the girl he had seduced was no more than a child, under-age, even though she had looked a lot older. She could still remember the day when her father appeared at her front door and asked for Tom. His face had been contorted in anger and he could barely speak. Tom had come to the door and listened calmly while the girl's father called him every vile name he could think of and told Tom that if he didn't marry his daughter, he would go to jail for the limit of the law.
She had listened, numb and unbelieving, then ran into the bedroom and cried for hours. When Tom finally came in to talk to her she had just listened as he told her that the accusation had been true, but that it was her fault, because she had denied him once too often and after all, he was only human. She couldn't believe it, but his voice still haunted her sleep when he said that he wanted a divorce and that this child was more a woman than she could ever be. Her pride was hurt and she was trembling too severely to argue with him; besides, there was no way that she could continue to live in that town with everyone knowing that her husband had been unfaithful and was going to marry someone else. She had asked him to give her a few days to make some arrangements, then she left for Reno to get a divorce. She didn't want to sue him for adultery, the scandal would be disastrous for her and she could never hold up her head again, so she asked if he would object to her doing things her own way. He had agreed, but had moved from their apartment that same day and set up housekeeping with his new wife. The day she called Tom to tell him that the divorce was final, he married the other woman and went on with his life as though nothing at all had happened. She returned to the town to spend a few days packing her things, but she knew that she could no longer stay there.
Several of her friends had gone to New York right after high school and through one of them she had contacted a women's residence and made a reservation for a month until she could find another place to live. The city was windy and cold as she walked onto Sixth Avenue and hailed a cab and gave him the address of the hotel. The residence club, as it was called, was a large yellow building on the upper East side of Manhattan, and the door to the lobby faced the East River. It would have been pleasant enough in the Spring, but in February it just looked cold and austere, unfriendly and forbidding.
She was assigned a room with another woman, a girl about her own age who was also divorced. When she knocked at the door to her new room, a cheery and rather loud voice told her to come in.
"I'm Janice Wolper," she said meekly, "I guess I'm your new room-mate."
"Hi, I'm Sara Wilson,' the other girl said. "Welcome to the home!" She laughed and her whole face seemed to light up. Her make-up was heavy, yet she had a kind of earthy, jovial quality that Janice couldn't quite pinpoint.
"I know it's not much," she continued, "but with a little luck, you'll be out of here in a week or so, no one ever stays very long!"
"Why are you still here if that's the case," she asked her.
"Oh, I move in here between boyfriends, which happens to be the case at the time, but just give me a few days and I'll be on the move again!"
"I see," Janice answered, not knowing what else to say.
"Where are you going to work?" Sara inquired. "Do you have a job?"
"No ... no, but I've written to several places and I'm to have interviews tomorrow."
"Well, they need a new girl in my office. Do you type?"
"Yes ... at least I did in college," she answered.
"Oh, oh ... an educated girl, they'll like that!"
"Where do you work?" she asked, not sure she would like the same type of office, but she did need a job and right away.
"It's nothing glamorous, but it's close to here and there are several swinging single men there, so that's a start!" She laughed again and moved to the other bad so that Janice could put some of her things away.
"Listen," Sara told her as she began filling her drawers, "I know what you've been through and divorce is never a nice thing, but give yourself some time and you may learn to like your freedom again."
"How did you know that I was divorced," Janice asked, surprised.
"Oh, they always match roommates up like that and I've been divorced, so I assumed that you were too."
"Just a few weeks ago," she told her. "It was awful, but I'd rather not talk about it right now."
"Okay," she said, "but when you're unpacked I'll take you to the dining room and introduce you to a few of the other girls."
Janice put as many of her things away as she could and stored the rest under her bed, then followed Sara to the dining room. There were women and girls of all ages, some looked as though they were on welfare and others looked as though they were show girls, heavily made up and gaudy, and some looked very much like herself, scared and confused.
Sara introduced her to several of the other girls and they all ate together. She was beginning to feel more at home, but the thought of looking for a job the next day was scary, and she confided her feelings once again to Sara.
"I told you not to worry about it. I know that I can fix you up. Try it, and if you don't like it, at least you're working while you look for something else!"
"I guess you're right. What time do you go to work?"
"We'll go in early so that I can introduce you to the boss and get you to fill out an application, so be ready to leave about eight o'clock, okay?"
"Fine, I hope it works out!"
The next day Janice was up at six-thirty and getting ready for her day of job hunting. She hoped that Sara's firm would hire her so she wouldn't have to look any further.
"Up already," Sara called to her. "You are nervous."
"I just want to find a job, anything, and I guess I am nervous. It's the first time I've ever had to find a job and I'm not sure what to do."
"Honey," Sara winked at her, "With your figure and face, I doubt that anyone will even care if you type or not, so relax!"
She had to laugh, Sara seemed so sure of herself and she secretly wished that she could be more like that, more open and natural.
They ate breakfast and walked across the street to catch a Fifth Avenue bus to take them to the office. The bus was not crowded that early and she was glad, because she had heard so much about the pushing and shoving in New York that she wasn't sure that she would be able to handle it the very first day. They arrived at the office shortly after eight and Sara took her directly to a small office in the back of a very large room that was filled with desks, typewriters and other office machinery.
"This is it," Sara told her, "It's not much but the people are nice and they aren't too strict about lunch hours and things like that."
Janice didn't care what the rides were or how strict they were, all she cared about was getting a job that would keep her busy so she wouldn't have time to think about Tom with that other girl.
Sara knocked lightly on the door and a strong male voice told them to come in.
"Mr. Warren, this is Janice Wolper. She's just moved into the hotel, first day in New York, and she needs a job. She can type and I thought that maybe she could take June's place."
"Well, maybe she can. Have a seat, Miss Wolper, and thanks Sara."
Sara turned and walked out of the office, leaving her there with Mr. Warren.
He smiled at her, watching her wiggle nervously in the chair, her skirt creeping just above her knees.
"Ever work before," he asked. "No, I was married, so this would be my first job."
"Oh, you're divorced?" he asked.
"Yes ... yes, I am, does it matter?"
"Not at all. In fact I prefer it because then you may stay with us longer. The single girls get married and the married ones have babies, but the divorced ones usually need their jobs and therefore we can count on them."
"I never thought of it that way," she muttered.
"How's your typing?" he asked, but he didn't really seem too interested in her answer, he was more intrigued with how she moved, how she held her hands, and his eyes rested on the large, full curve of her breasts.
"About sixty words a minute," she lied because she had no idea how fast she could type.
"That'll do," he told her. "The job isn't very challenging, but maybe in time we could move you to something else. Interested?"
"I'll take it," she said, not bothering to ask the salary.
"Good, fill out these forms and you can start today."
Her hands were shaking as she filled in the blanks on the application and handed them back to him. His hand brushed against hers when he took the application and he grinned at her. She had never met a man like him, so sure of himself and so obvious in his admiration for her figure. It made her feel uncomfortable, but at least it assured her that she was still attractive.
He showed her to her desk and introduced her to the other girls in the office.
"Watch out for him," one of them warned. "He's a big flirt and a pincher!"
She laughed and told them that she would be careful and thanked them for the warning.
"I see you're all set," Sara said, "welcome to the ranks of the working."
"Thank you so much," she said. "This really helps finding a job right away."
"Don't mention it, besides I'm glad to have someone to travel back and forth to work with."
She spent most of her first day just getting to know the routine in the office, but when it was about time to leave Sara told her that several of the men were going out for cocktails and would like her to join them.
"I don't know," she hesitated. "Should I?"
"Come on, they're harmless and besides it saves us some money. We won't be out too long."
The girls put on their coats and followed the rest of the people to the elevator.
"We're meeting them across the street at this little cocktail lounge. It's nothing imagine, but it's a nice place."
The men were already there when they arrived and stood up to let them slide in the large booth. Sara introduced her to everyone, and one young man said, "I saw you in the office this morning, and I must say that you're the prettiest addition we've had in some time."
"Thank you," she stammered. "I know I'll like it there."
One of the older men ordered a round of drinks and she began to relax for the first time in weeks. It was a strange feeling not to have to cook dinner, or clean a house. She was in New York, working on her first job and she could do whatever she wanted to, she didn't have to wait for anyone or on anyone.
They drank and talked, mostly about the office, the men all vying for her attention.
"Does your family live in New York," one of the men asked her, "or are you here all alone?"
"Alone, I'm afraid, my family lives about five hundred miles from here."
"I doubt that you'll be alone long," another man laughed. "Not with your equipment!"
She had never run into men like this in her life. They were so blunt, so open and obvious, yet she didn't find it offensive, in fact, it made her feel good. She couldn't remember the last time Tom had told her that she was beautiful, or even noticed that she was anything other than just there.
She was finishing her third martini when two of the men announced that they had to leave, but Sara and two others were going to stay a while longer. Her head felt light because she hadn't eaten anything since lunch and it was now close to seven o'clock.
"Stay with us," one of the men told her. "We can all get something to eat and then have some more drinks. After all, we have to celebrate your first night in New York properly."
She looked over at Sara to see if she was going to come with them and she nodded and said, "Sounds great, I'm for it."
Sara was sitting very close to the other man who appeared to be about forty. He was attractive in a rugged sort of way and Janice could tell that his hand was resting on Sara's knee.
Don't mind the lovebirds," the other man told her. "They're the talk of the office, but it's nice to see two people so happy together!"
She wasn't sure what he meant, but she was certain that the other man was married, and she wondered if this was Sara's ticket out of the hotel.
They ordered another round of drinks and she knew that she would have to get something to eat or she would be sick.
"I'm starved., " she admitted, "and I'm afraid that the drinks are making me dizzy. Will we be going soon?"
"Anytime you say," he told her. "In fact, we can leave now and meet them at the restaurant, how's that?"
Sara looked over at them and said that it was fine with her and that they'd be along shortly, so she let her date help her out of the booth and guide her to the door. His hand was strong on her arm, holding her firmly so that she wouldn't stumble and she was grateful, because her legs were like rubber and her head was swimming, but once she was outside the cold night air helped to clear her head.
"It's just about theatre time now, we'll never get a taxi. The restaurant is just a few blocks away. Do you think you can make it if we walk?" he laughed, taking her hand.
"I think I'll be all right now," she answered. She looked up at her escort, studying his face. He had strong features, a firmly set chin and kind brown eyes and the long eyelashes that any girl would love to have. His nose looked as though it had been broken, perhaps in football and his skin had a reddish tint as though he were blushing.
"Has Sara gone with that other man long?" she finally asked him.
"I don't know for sure," he replied. "He's one of the salesmen in the office and away from home base most of the time, so I couldn't tell you how long it's been going on. Why?"
"I just wondered. I just met her last evening and we haven't had much time to talk. I just wondered if he were someone special. She seems to be quite fond of him."
"Sara's quite a swinger, Janice," he said, searching her face. "She gets around with a few of the men in the office, but don't let it worry you. She'll make sure you're not lonely ... and so will I."
She smiled up at him, he seemed so kind and warm and his voice was sincere.
"That would be very nice," she said, "New York is a little overwhelming I'm afraid and I could use a friend."
Ordinarily she wouldn't have had the nerve to say something like that, she knew that it sounded forward or over-anxious, but the drinks had loosened her tongue and she felt very safe with this man, comfortable, and she was determined that she was going to forget about Tom no matter what she had to do.
Finally they reached the restaurant, a small Russian place on East 56th Street. She could hear the violins playing gypsy music as they walked through the door.
"How charming," she said, "I've never been to a Russian restaurant."
"Wish I could have afforded Twenty-One, but on my salary this is the best I can do," he laughed and helped her with her coat.
"Good evening, Mr. Carey," a heavy set Maitre'd greeted him. She was glad that he had called him by name, because she had forgotten it, she had met so many new people that day.
"Greetings, Ernest," he said. "The best table for us, we are welcoming a newcomer to this fair city."
The Maitre'd smiled at her and said, "Well, it didn't take you long to find excellent company. This way, please."
"This is very kind of you," she continued. "You don't even know me, yet you bring me to such a beautiful place. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable back at the cocktail lounge, as though we were intruding. Thanks for coming to my rescue!"
He laughed and said, "You're so refreshing, a New York girl would never think to say anything like that. Besides, the pleasure is all mine. I watched you in the office and I was hoping that you would go out with me."
She could feel the color rise in her cheeks and she knew that she was blushing. It was like learning how to date all over again. She had gone with Tom throughout most of her college years and she hoped that she wouldn't forget what she was supposed to do and say. She had never known many men, but it looked as though she would have to learn if she were going to get along in New York.
"Think you can stand one more drink before we order? I'll get you something to nibble on in the meantime, but I think we should wait for Sara and Jim before we order the main course. Okay?"
"That's fine," she replied. "I feel so much better now, I guess I was just nervous back there."
He motioned for the water and ordered two more drinks and when they arrived he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Sam."
Sam Carey, so that was his name! She was glad that she wouldn't have to ask him or call him Mr. Carey, it would have seemed so rude. They nursed their drinks and waited for the other two, but in a half an hour they still were not there.
"Looks like we may have been stood up," he joked. "Want to go ahead and order?"
"Maybe we'd better. I'd hate to go into work the second day with a terrible hangover and I'm sure that I'll have a gigantic one if we don't eat soon."
She wondered why Sara hadn't joined them, but Sam didn't seem to mind and she was sure that she could trust him and she would see Sara later at the hotel.
They ate a long, leisurely dinner and talked, mostly about him and the office, what his hopes were and why he was in New York and with this particular firm.
"Hope I haven't bored you, you've just about had my whole life story and I know so little about you."
"There's not much to tell really," she told him, hoping that he wouldn't pry. She did tell him that she had been married and had moved to the city for a fresh start and let it go at that. Tf they were going to see each other again there would be plenty of time for that.
"There's a quiet lounge with a piano, perfect for an after-dinner drink if you're up to it. I know this has been a hectic first day and I don't want to tire you out in the first few hours."
She laughed, he was being so thoughtful that she nodded and told him that she would stop for just one drink, then she really did have to get back to the hotel.
"Why a women's residence?" he asked. "Afraid of the Manhattan wolves?" His eyes were sparkling, teasing her as he spoke.
"Not exactly," she retorted. "I don't know my way around the city, and I wasn't sure where I would be working, so I decided it would be smart to wait."
"Ah, a sensible as well as beautiful girl, you're a rare breed."
They said good-night to Ernest and the waiter and began to walk up Third Avenue. It seemed as though they had walked a mile before they reached a small club just off Third Avenue and he said, "We're here!"
"Guess I'll have to get used to walking, the taxi situation doesn't look too promising," she remarked.
"I'm sorry, I forgot, you're not used to this yet.
Sometimes it's much easier and faster to walk, but you'll learn."
He didn't let go of her hand when they sat down, but held it tightly. Her thumb uncon-sciouly rubbed her fourth finger as though she were trying to adjust her ring that was no longer there.
'Tou're divorce must have been recent," he remarked, noticing her gesture.
She took her hand from his and laughed, "It is, I'm sorry, I do that from habit, my hand feels naked without the ring."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "I doubt that it will be long before there's another one there," he said earnestly. "You'd make some man very lucky."
She shivered when he kissed her and he took her hand again. "I do intend to see a lot of you," he murmured, "every minute I can."
She squeezed his hand, but said nothing, she didn't know what to say. They sipped their cognacs and listened to the soft piano music. It certainly was a romantic spot, dark and intimate and she could hear several couples sitting in the booths as they kissed and talked.
"I have to go out of town for a few days on business," he told her, "but I'll be back by the weekend, may I see you then, we could go to a show or whatever you want to do."
"I'd like that very much," she said, looking directly into his deep brown eyes. She was glad that she would have the next few days to get oriented, and by the week-end she would look forward to some entertainment.
"Well, I'd better get you home," he conceded, "I hate to, but tomorrow is another working day."
They took a taxi to her hotel and he kissed her softly, but firmly when they reached the door. His kiss was so tender that it reminded her of the days when she and Tom were dating. He had once been gentle with her, but she knew that she couldn't think like that if she were to forget and start a new life.
She went to her room and opened the door. Sara was not in yet, but it wasn't that late. She wished that she had been there so she would have someone to talk to. someone to answer the questions that were running through her mind, but she lay down on the bed. and soon fell asleep.
She didn't hear Sara come in, but first thing in the morning she heard her say, "Rise and shine ... off to the mill to earn our keep."
Janice laughed and hopped out of bed. "Where did you two disappear to last night, you missed a good dinner."
"Jan, don't say anything in the office please, about him and me. He is in a very important position, but he's married and it wouldn't help our situation."
"I understand," she told her. "Are you in love with him?"
"I've known Jim for a long time, between my single lovers, but I keep coming back. He can never divorce his wife so we have to take our moments when they arise. Hope I didn't shock you."
"No," she giggled, "I'm a big girl," but she wondered if Jim's wife was the same as Tom had accused her of being, and whether Sara was anything like the girl Tom had married. The other woman, she thought. They were ugly and painful words!
CHAPTER 2
Her second day in the office was less confusing as she got to know more and more what she was doing and the people that she was working with. Sara seemed to be in the clouds all day and told her that she would be seeing Jim that night so she wouldn't be going home right after work. She didn't like the idea of going right home so she decided that she would stop for just one drink at the same place she and Sara had been to the night before. She had never done anything like this in her life, but Sara had told her that a lot of secretaries went there for cocktails and it was all right if a single girl did stop by. Her legs were shaking as she walked through the door and she found a table for two in a corner and ordered her drink.
She had never done this before and she hoped that she wouldn't look like a tramp, but she saw other girls at the tables without escorts, so she gulped down her first drink in hopes that it would relax her. She had not been there long when she heard a voice call, "Miss Wolper!"
She looked up and was staring directly at Mr. Warren!
"Why, hello," she said, taking another large sip of her drink.
"You with anybody," he said, but not really waiting for an answer before pulling up a chair.
"No, I was supposed to meet a girlfriend," she lied, "but I guess she couldn't make it."
It's still early," he commented, "and the five o'clock traffic in Manhattan can be rough. Maybe she'll get here late. Mind if I join you?"
She couldn't think of any reasonable excuse, so she just nodded and let him call the waiter. "Two more," he ordered, "Hope you don't mind?"
"No, thank you," she stammered.
"How do you like your new job?" he asked, his face frozen in an obvious appraising grin as he openly admired her.
"It's very nice," she stammered, "It's new, but I'm sure I'll like it very much."
She knew that her answer didn't hold much enthusiasm, but she didn't know what to tell him after only two days. She wished that Sara would come in, because when her fictitious friend didn't show up she wasn't sure what she could do.
"I spoke to Sara yesterday afternoon after you started and she spoke very highly of you."
She knew that this could be a lie, but then again, Sara would be the type of person to go to bat for someone she barely knew.
"She's a good friend," she answered, mainly because Sara was the only friend she had in New York.
"You seem upset," he continued, "is something the matter?"
"No ... nothing," she barely whispered, knowing that her nervousness was showing through.
"Well, relax, you'll do just fine and a drink will cure any jitters you may have."
She finished her drink and started on the second, the alcohol warming her considerably. She wasn't quite sure what it was about the office manager that made her nervous and ill-at-ease, but his eyes seemed to look right through her, undress her and bare her very soul.
"We're one big happy family over there," he said, gesturing to the building across the street. "Anything that I can do to help, just let me know."
She had been warned about him and perhaps that was why she was on her guard, but more than anything, she didn't want him to think that she had come over to the bar to be picked up, he might get the idea of a frustrated divorcee that most people believed. She almost laughed to herself ... frustrated ... her husband had called her frigid!
"You're a very beautiful girl," he said, staring at her voluptuous rounded figure. She wished that she had worn something a little less snug, but she had never worked in an office before and she couldn't afford a new wardrobe right now.
"Thank you," she muttered. "You're very kind."
She couldn't understand the men in New York, she had never come across any thing like it in her
She was finishing her second drink and looked at the door nervously, hoping that a friendly face, someone she knew from the office would come in.
"Looks like your friend may not come," he said. I et me buy you another drink."
"No ... no, really, that's all right," she stammered.
"Come on, I know the salary I'm paying you and you can't afford to buy your own drinks."
He signalled the waiter to bring another round, so she just sat there. She did feel more relaxed, but she knew that it was just the liquor, and she couldn't afford to offend the boss right now, she didn't have another job lined up. She picked up a cigarette and put it to her slightly pouty lips, when he reached across the table to steady her hand as she lit it.
"That's a man's job," he corrected her. "Never light your own cigarette when there's a gentleman around."
She laughed, because she never would have lit her own cigarette at home, but once again, Tom came back into her mind and she couldn't have that
"This is all so new to me, and everyone has been so kind, I guess that I'm just a country girl, so please excuse me."
"Don't worry about it, you have plenty of time."
She couldn't get over his rugged good looks, his savoir-faire as he spoke as though no one would dare contradict him. She had thought that Tom was the most sophisticated man she had ever met, but Mr. Warren was so much more polished, a very practiced polished! His very presence made her feel inadequate, but the drinks were making this t�te-...-t�te more of a game than anything else. She almost laughed aloud and asked him if he would like to go to bed with her. She knew his reputation, but maybe he was all talk. She knew that she could never follow through, but his reaction would probably be one of shock, but then she may lose her job, so she decided against it.
He didn't say much, but just looked at her. She knew that he found her attractive and this was a new feeling. Tom had treated her so crudely ever since he had started his affair and finally had to marry his "other woman," that it was almost a challenge to her ego to prove that she was still an attractive woman and desirable.
She no longer was looking at the door, but told him that she was afraid that she would have to go, she couldn't wait any longer.
"That's great," he said cheerfully, "Now you can drink and have dinner with me!"
"I'm afraid not," she replied. "You're my employer and a married man, I'm sure, so it wouldn't be right."
"Say-you are a country girl, aren't you?" he laughed. "Okay, no strings, even though you are the loveliest thing I've seen, I promise that I'll be good, but please join me for dinner!"
The way he said it, it was almost a plea, his eyes were downcast, and for the first time ... shy. In spite of his ruggedness he had a boyish quality about him that she did find attractive and where else did she have to go except back to the hotel.
"All right," she laughed. "I'll have dinner with you, as you say, I can't afford to buy my own, but no more, then I really do have to go."
"It's a deal!" He reached across the table and took her hand and squeezed it, more like a father than a lover, and she felt that perhaps in some way she really was doing him a favor.
They had several more drinks before they left for dinner.
"I've made reservations at a French restaurant I know, hope you'll like it."
"I like French food," she told him as he helped her on with her coat.
He hailed a cab and gave the driver the address. At least I won't have to walk tonight she thought.
The restaurant was in a small hotel in lower Manhattan, with red-checkered table cloths, wine bottles for candle holders and everything typical of how she had pictured a French cafe.
"I live here when I spend my nights in town," he volunteered, "and before you get nervous, they do happen to have the best French food!"
She was in a part of town she knew nothing about, and his comment had made her apprehensive, but his manner was so cool that she decided that she could always take a taxi back uptown or ask someone where she could get the bus when dinner was over.
"If you don't mind, let me order for you," he told her, snapping his fingers for the waiter.
"Not at all," she said, and he ordered their meal and two bottles of wine.
"We can have the one now while we're waiting, and the other with the meal. It's a light wine, so don't be concerned."
She had never drunk so much as she had in the past two days, at least not in a row, and her head was light again, but it didn't seem to bother her tonight the way it had the night before.
The sommelier poured the wine and Mr. Warren toasted her then sipped his drink.
"Many happy days," he said, as she took her first taste of the semi-sweet wine. It didn't taste like it had any alcohol in it at all, but she had never drunk much wine except on special occasions. They finished the bottle before the dinner arrived and by now she wasn't sine that she could eat very much, she felt so gay, so carefree that food didn't matter.
"I feel marvelous, Mr. Warren," she told him.
"Call me John," he corrected, "It's after hours!"
"Okay, John, I feel marvelous!"
She barely picked at her food, her appetite had completely disappeared with her drinks and the wine. John was studying her, following her every movement as he had when he interviewed her, watching her hands, her mouth, her eyes, then letting his eyes drop to her fully rounded bosom. He was clenching his wine glass as though he were afraid that someone would take it away from him and she could see the whiteness of his knuckles.
"You know," he told her, "I've never had more enjoyable company before." There was an urgency in his voice that she had not detected before and suddenly she felt as though perhaps he wanted to talk to her about something that she really shouldn't know.
"Oh, I'm sure you've known many women," she laughed. "Besides, you don't even know me."
"But I do know you," he interrupted, "I know everything I have to know just by looking at you."
"How's that?" she asked, a bit more brazen from the drinks she had consumed.
"You are a very warm person, your voice, your body, your carriage belies what you say."
"I don't understand," she said. "What do you mean?"
"You've told me that you were divorced and you try to be very cold, but I can tell that basically you've been hurt, badly hurt and that you're trying to cover it up. You've got more heart than many women walking around these cold, dismal streets."
She smiled at him, knowing that perhaps it was just a line to him, but deep inside it was the truth ... she was a warm person, she wasn't frigid!
"You're very erudite," she answered, "I think I'm a warm person, I like people."
"Oh no, it goes much deeper than that," he smirked, knowing that he had broken the ice to her real feelings.
She listened while he told her that he had not been happy with his wife for several years, but she had been prepared for this, every married man used it. What she was not prepared for was that he sounded so sincere, so honest, so lost. He told her that his wife had denied him his husbandly privileges, and that he was sure she would understand because she had been married. Her heart was going out to him and empathizing with herself, because she was sure that this was what her own husband had told his girlfriend.
"Women don't have the same needs as men," she quoted, convinced that she was right, because it was what she had been taught and therefore believed, "so don't be too hard on her."
"You don't really believe that, do you?" he queried. "I wasn't making unnatural demands on her, I just wanted her. I've given her everything she could want financially and all I asked was some love and affection." His voice was becoming slurred from the drinks, but everything that he told her was hitting home base.
"I do understand," she lied, not knowing what else to say for fear she would sound like an idiot.
The waiter cleared the table and poured the remaining second bottle of wine into their glasses, when he excused himself for a moment. He spoke to the head waiter who nodded, then walked to the bar. When he returned he sat down next to her rather than his own chair, cornering her in the booth.
"I've ordered you something special for after dinner because you've been so patient and listened to me and just because you've been you."
"I really should go," she interjected, looking at her watch and trying to exit gracefully.
"Just a few more minutes and I'll take you home, but you must try this drink first ... boss's orders!" He laughed slightly and grasp her hand where it lay in her lap.
His hand was warm and strong on hers and she could feel an urgency permeate through his body to hers, yet she didn't take her hand away. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her neck and she could feel a chill of excitement shiver her whole being. She knew that she shouldn't let him kiss her, but she felt so relaxed and he seemed so unhappy that she was powerless to help herself.
His affection made her feel like a woman again, desired and wanted, but when his fingers stroked the smooth silk of her stocking just above her knee, she tried to pull away.
"You're so lovely," he murmured in her ear, "so very lovely."
She picked up her glass with her free hand and sipped the drink that he had ordered for her. It had a strangely sweet taste, but not like alcohol at all, yet she could feel it warm her as she swallowed.
"I really must go home," she told him, her eyes fastened on the table because she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. "Please take me home."
"You win," he whispered, sighing heavily, then added, "but I have to pick something up first, it's in my room, it will only take a minute."
She gulped the rest of her drink as he finished his and he escorted her into the lobby of the hotel. His hand was firmly on her arm as he directed her to the elevator with him. She didn't want to go to his room, yet she knew that she would appear ridiculous and childish if she pulled away now and insisted that she wait downstairs, so she went reluctantly.
His room was not very big and she listened while he turned on the water in the bathroom and she wondered why he had to come upstairs, what was so important that it couldn't wait until after he had taken her home. A few minutes later he reappeared, but he had taken off his suit and was dressed in a silk robe, and it was obvious that he had nothing on underneath it. She gasped and jumped to her feet, but he pushed her back onto the bed.
"I-I-I'll take a cab," she stammered, as she tried to stay out of his lustful reach, but he was blocking her way to the door, so she couldn't get out without going around him. His robe parted slightly and she stared horrified at his gigantic, erect penis as it jerked between the robe and in front of her.
"It's all yours," he panted throwing himself on the bed and whipping her dress up to her thighs. She tried to throw him off, but he was sitting over her, pinning her to the mattress, his stiff rod of throbbing flesh bobbing up and down in readiness.
"God, no. ... no," she screamed, but her throat was dry and it sounded like no more than a whisper.
"You're going to like it," he breathed, "you're so much of a woman."
Her hands beat on his chest, but he just laughed and grabbed her wrists, holding them with one hand as he struggled to pull her right skirt up over her soft, fleshy hips. Underneath she wore thin, black bikini panties that hugged her firm buttocks, accentuating the slight bulge of her soft hair-covered mound and his hand closed over it hotly, lustfully. She wiggled and bucked in an attempt to throw him off of her, but he was too heavy and that last drink was beginning to cloud her head and she felt dizzy, almost faint.
Tears of fear and anxiety streamed down her cheeks when she realized that she was at his mercy in a strange hotel and there was nothing she could do about it! She wanted to claw out at him, tear the flesh from his face, kill him, but she was too weak. She thought back to her wedding night and choked her sobs as she realized that she would have to relive that terrible nightmare again.
"Take it easy, baby," he soothed, his fingers working slowly, sensuously at the juncture of her loins, searching for the small bud of her clitoris through the silken material of her panties. He nibbled steadily, with a practiced stroke until her clitoris was suddenly involuntarily erect and sensitive between her tightly clenching thighs.
"Nnnnnnooooo," she groaned, "Stop!" Pleeeesse stop!" Her voice was barely audible, her tongue was thick and she could feel a hot flush electrifying her body as she tried feverishly to wiggle out from underneath him. She could feel the heat from his hard prick as it jerked into her leg and his face was contorted in a lustful grin and his breathing was fast and irregular. His body was grinding up and down on hers as he fingered the vee between her legs, stroking her vaginal lips and manipulating them through the silk of her panties. She rolled slightly as he raised his hips in order to adjust his position and he began to fall off of her, but he was too quick and swiftly pinioned her shoulders and regained his position, quickly ripping her dress straight up from the waist so that it swathed her struggling arms and her muffled cries.
She struggled to free her arms so that she could push at his body, but while she struggled he reached around her and pulled her flimsy brassiere away from her body.
Her large, bulbous breasts sprung free and she could hear him suck in his breath as he stared at the firm luscious, mounds. She tried to cover her nakedness with her arms, but before she could muster enough strength, his mouth crushed down on her large pink nipples, sucking noisily and biting at the soft mound of flesh.
"Aaaagggggh," she groaned as he nibbled greedily on her soft, white orbs, but he did not stop. His other hand once again began to massage her stockinged thighs, running his fingers up to the vee of her loins and pinching her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.
"God ... god," he murmured against her supple, porcelain skin, taking his mouth away just long enough to catch his breath, then devoured her breasts once more.
His hands and mouth were instruments of torture to her, biting, pinching, insistent and she twisted her body in a futile effort to free herself from this sex-starved maniac. She tried to think, but her mind would not function, the alcohol had taken care of that and she couldn't coordinate any of her muscles, so she floundered beneath him helplessly. She freed one hand long enough to run her nails cruelly, harshly down the small of his back and he let out a grunt, then slapped her face in his fury. Her face stung from his blow and he forced her arms behind her back, pinioning them beneath her and his weight. She felt as though her arms would come out of their sockets he had grabbed her so roughly and she screamed with spasms of pain and kicked her legs up at him as he snatched the elastic top of her brief bikini panties. She wiggled her hips, trying to get away from the warm pressure of his hand, but as he tried to take her panties off, they ripped.
He threw the torn silk on the floor and laughed cruelly as his hand closed hungrily over her pubic mound, his fingers tangling her soft blond pubic hair until it pulled.
"Uuuuggggh," she gasped as his fingers worked anxiously with the soft, tender lips of her vagina, pulling them apart and running his finger over her tight vaginal slit. Her buttocks twitched and tensed, then relaxed with each manipulation of his finger. His long baton of stiff flesh ached with a lustful craving and he wanted to bury himself harshly into her, shoving as deep as he could go with the first thrust, but he didn't want her that way, he wanted her to give in to him, ask him to take her so he steeled himself against the aching throb of his monstrous organ and continued to relentlessly tantalize her with his lips and fingers.
She was screaming now, begging him to stop as she squirmed, her naked flesh writhing, completely at his mercy. Her face was wet with tears and her whole body trembled, yet she could not deny that a strange, warm sensation was beginning to stir in the juncture of her loins, a warmth that was completely foreign to her. She fought him with her mind, but her body had a will of its own and no matter how she tried to deny it, he was beginning to stimulate her. Her chest ached from her struggles and her huge, firm breasts jiggled as her lungs filled with air as she gasped for breath. Her arms were throbbing from their awkward position and it was difficult for her to breathe with his weight so heavily upon her. His mouth closed down on her breasts again and nibbled a bit more violently this time, pulling at her nipples until she thought that they would disconnect from the rest of her body. He sucked a bit harder and harder, stretching her full, round orbs out, holding them with his teeth and lips, then let them slowly back again as he got ready to start again. His thumb rubbed over the nub of her clitoris, forcing it into stiff erectness again, pushing and pulling it back and forth, teasing it, until she moaned as the fire between her legs involuntarily grew hotter and hotter. Her head was so dizzy that the only thing she could think about was the gnawing hunger that was ava-lanching through her loins, in her belly, in her breasts.
"Oooohhhh." She whimpered, "Oooooohhhhhh."
"That's my baby," he chuckled, his voice thick with passion. "Let it go!"
His finger tickled her vaginal passage until he could feel the first of her juices begin to flow, moistening her passage for his entry. Slowly, carefully he inched his middle finger into her smooth damp channel, wiggling it sensuously, letting the warm throbbing walls close fleshily around its thickness. She squirmed violently, feeling the thick cotton pile of the bedspread rub against her soft, white buttocks, but she writhed more to ease the tension in her loins rather than in an effort to get away from him!
He could feel a drop of his seminal juice seep from his long, thick rod, and his pulsing organ jerked against the soft flesh of her thighs and she knew that it wouldn't be long before he took her, raped her!
Rape ... rape ... her mind screamed, but her body denied it because she knew deep down that if he didn't stop this horrible tantalizing and teasing of her erogenous zones soon she would be demanding satisfaction, begging for it, pleading for it, if necessary!
Her breasts jutted out proudly, like two huge white pyramids and he buried his head between them, sucking one first, then the other. She didn't seem to .mind the pain in her arms any longer, in fact she wished that he would free her hands. His robe was completely open and she stared down at the huge length and thickness of his cock, his hairy chest and belly and found his body exciting and sensual. The muscles in his chest rippled as he teased her in every vulnerable, sensitive spot and she wanted him ... WANTED him ... yet he was bigger than she had ever imagined a man could be. She knew that he would hurt her, but her belly and thighs were quivering, trembling in anticipation, excited by the nude, sexual fight and she didn't care if he tore her apart. . . she wanted him "OOOOOOOOOH," she gasped, as he slipped another finger into her wet cunt, feeling her vaginal lips stretch and part from the pressure.
Her mouth was opening and closing in a fish-like movement and her eyes actually contained fear as he pushed her shoulders further into the mattress and worked his hips hard down between her thighs.
She bucked her hips upward, trying to unseat him, but he slumped heavily upon her until her legs were nearly spread-eagled, her ankles hanging on either side of the bed. She had never felt so open, so vulnerable and it was degrading, embarrassing and she tried again to block her physical need from her mind.
"You want it. . . you want it. . . " he gasped, letting the tip of his throbbing prick touch the lips of her vagina, twitching between them, then pulling away.
"Oooohhhh ... I can't ... don't make me." she pleaded.
'Tou can't what," he barked harshly, "Can't say it? Can't say that you want me to fuck you!"
"MMMMMMMmmmmm," she groaned her eyes clenched tightly together, not able to look at the man who was doing this to her, humiliating her, degrading her, using that obscene word that way!
"I know you want it ... your body wants it ... SAY IT!" he commanded.
"I-I-I can't..." she whimpered again, clenching her eyes tightly togther.
"Say it, or I'll leave you ... NOW!" he teased her cruelly. "Say it."
"Say, "fuck me!"
"NNNooooooo," she whimpered, and he began to pull his hips and his thick throbbing, cock away from between her legs. His hands still held her shoulders firmly, but his loins were no longer touching hers. She opened her eyes slightly to see what he was doing and he could tell that she was tortured almost beyond all caring now.
"Look at what you're missing," he commanded. "Look at it!"
Her eyes stared at his gigantic, jerking prick and she licked her lips and took a deep breath. Her body ached with need and she tried to raise her hips up so that they touched his once again, but he only moved further and further away from her. Her mind spiraled out of control.. .
Her brain was screaming..." Please ... do it to me ... fuck me," but the words stuck in her throat. She couldn't believe that he could be so cruel, after all hadn't he plied her with liquor and brought her to his room to make love to her. Why wouldn't he do it, he had beaten her, why must he torture her so?
"Beg me, baby," he grinned, his lips curled back over his teeth, "I know you want it!"
"Please ... please..." she gushed. "Don't make me say it! Don't make me say it!"
"Please what?" he teased through grinning lips. "I wanna hear it loud and clear!"
"Please ... please ... fuck me ... FUCK ME," she stammered, her voice almost a shout as the final words came tumbling helplessly from her throat.
"That's a girl," he chuckled, lowering his hips back into position, slowly, temptingly, cruelly, until she could feel his thick, bulbous head separate the pink hair lined lips of her vagina. He felt the wet warmth of her opening which led to her vaginal channel, and moving his knees a little nearer her open thighs, he jabbed thickly into her.
"AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH," she screamed, "OH ... no ... no."
He was filling her with his bludgeon, forcing it in her to the hilt without mercy.
She was reacting like a young virgin, as if the end of the world would come to an end if he penetrated her and this only excited him more so that he redoubled his furious drubbing, thrust longer and deeper into her at the thought.
Her passage was tight and the walls of her vagina clung to his thick cock as though they would never release it. He knew that he had to be hurting, but he had never expected anything like this, and it was obvious that she had never had much experience in love-making.
She whimpered and groaned softly, trying to ease the pressure of his cruel, painful thrusts.
"You're killing me!" she gasped..."
"Don't do it to me so hard!"
But ... her pleas were useless, echoing in his temples along with the pulsing of his aching penis. He drove in and in with slow, brutal strokes, powerful and grinding until her passage was stretched wider and wider. Her mouth opened in horror and she drew painful, deep breaths until his mouth closed over hers, sucking her lips and forcing his tongue deep into the back of her throat. She was lost, helpless, as he battered into her, coupling them with savage, animalistic thrusts.
His hands dug into her shoulders and she tried to scream, but he crushed his mouth over hers once again, stifling her groan. He felt his great, thick, conquering staff, expanding, inflaming , all his pent up emotions swirling in his loins. She struggled against him, feeling his huge prick grow even thicker, filling every inch of her, penetrating her very soul. She gasped and choked as she felt the first hot spurt of his sperm shoot into her passage. She lifted her hips and her legs flailed wildly on either side of him as she, too, began her own convulsions.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH," she screamed, "NOW ... NOW ... I'M CUMMING! oh God, I'm cummmming!"
The walls of her vagina were contracting and relaxing as he held his jerking prick deep inside her as he filled the deep secret depths of her belly with every drop of his hot scalding sperm. He pushed and pushed, dragging the last ounce of his great flood from his body before he feel totally exhausted on top of her. He could feel her legs trembling with the relief of her satisfaction, and her breasts were still heaving heavily up and down as she gasped for breath.
She groaned as he pulled away from her, letting her legs lay spread wide apart, too weak and tired to even close them. He sat on the bed beside the sprawled figure and ran his hands over her voluptuous curves, tracing every crevice and inch of flesh like a blind man.
"Ooooohhh," she moaned softly, "Mmmmmmm."
He had raped her, but she had cum! Her body was completely satisfied, sated in a way that she didn't think was possible and she opened her eyes for a moment and looked at him while he caressed her aching body.
"You're quite a woman," he said, grinning down at her.
She tried to convince herself that she was angry and she snarled, "Animal!" but she knew that it wasn't strong enough.
"You loved it, so don't play games with me, or I'll do it again until you admit you liked it!" he growled, sadistically.
"Oh no," she groaned, "I can't.. . I feel like I'm going to die."
She closed her eyes and half dozed for a moment, then fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
CHAPTER 3
She woke early the next morning and looked around the strange room, then at the man in bed next to her. "Oh, no," she groaned, when she realized that she had spent the entire night there with him. Her head throbbed from the liquor, but everything seemed so much worse, actually more realistic in the cold morning light and she felt sick to her stomach. She eased herself out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom and tried to straighten her hair, wash her face and leave the hotel before he heard her. She wasn't even sure where she was, except it was somewhere in the lower part of Manhattan. She couldn't imagine what she would tell Sara, or even whether she could face going into the office again. She needed the job so desperately that she hated to give it up after just a few days.
She tried to remember exactly what had happened the night before and she blushed as though everyone could read her thoughts. He had made her feel so complete, feel as her husband had never made her feel, yet the whole thing was so sordid, so useless. John Warren was a married man and her boss, so even if she had any desires to continue seeing him all it could be was a secret, clandestine type of affair like Sara and Jim. She shouldn't even think about seeing him again, but he had awoken something in her that she hadn't thought possible and she was convinced that she wasn't frigid! Her whole body tingled as she remembered what he had done to her and she shivered half with anticipation of making love again and half from embarrassment of how she had let herself go so completely.
As she slowly and quietly walked toward the door, he opened his eyes and said, "Where're you going?"
She had hoped that he wouldn't catch her, but it was too late now. "I'm going back to my hotel to change, then go to work, it isn't Saturday, you know."
"Oh," he said sarcastically, "I wouldn't have known," then he laughed. "I guess I'll have to replace that dress for you, sorry I ripped it, but you weren't exactly cooperative at first."
She just looked at him, studying his rugged face and not quite sure what she should say, then turned and closed the door behind her. She asked the doorman to get her a cab and in a few minutes she was on her way uptown to her hotel.
Sara was getting dressed when she walked in, blushing and embarrassed.
"Well, little country girl go bad last night?" Sara laughed. "Who was the lucky man?"
"It's not funny, Sara," Janice told her. "I got drunk!"
"Hey, I was just kidding. You're not hurt, are you?"
"No, not hurt, but it was just terrible," she told her.
"Want to tell me about it?"
"I guess that I should tell you because you'll probably find out anyway, but please, no lectures. I need advice."
"Sure," she answered and sat down on the bed and listened as Janice poured out the whole story, every sordid detail.
"Well," she commented, "I always knew that he fooled around, but I didn't think that he'd pick on you so soon. Don't worry about it, he won't go around bragging about it, I know."
"How?" she asked.
"Let you in on a little secret. I had a go around with him at one time myself, but then I met Jim."
"I really don't feel like going into the office, I don't know how I can look at him."
"That's ridiculous, you're grown up, so don't let it blow your job. I know that you have every reason to be upset, but if you feel that strongly about it, just don't let it happen again. You can say no, can't you?" she joked.
"Of course, but I'm afraid that he'll ask me out again and if I say no, I'll lose my job anyway."
"No, I don't think that he plays that way, but at any rate, you're all right for the time being, so get dressed and come to work with me. I'll be your moral support."
"Thanks, I need some. It was the strangest thing, I never thought something like that could happen to me so quickly without even knowing the man."
"It happens to all of us at one time or another, but you just have to roll with the punches, besides, he's not a bad guy and he'd take you to nice restaurants. In fact, you may even get to like him."
"Oh, it isn't that I don't like him, well.. . I can't explain it, really."
"Okay, but hurry up or we'll be late."
She took a quick shower and dressed as fast as she could and went to the bus stop with Sara.
John Warren didn't arrive at the office until almost noon and he walked quickly through the rows of desks, not pausing to say hello to anyone, not even Janice. She was about to go to lunch when he called her into his office, however, and her legs felt as though they were made of rubber when she opened the door.
"You wanted to see me," she stammered, trying to act as if nothing had ever happened between them.
"Yes, I wanted to tell you what a lovely time I had last night, and here's some money for your dress that I tore. I'd like to make it up to you tonight, if you'll have dinner with me again."
"I don't think that I can," she told him, hoping that he wouldn't press it. "I'm awfully tired and I'd like to get some sleep."
He laughed and said, "Come here," as he got up from behind his desk and walked toward her, taking her arm and pulling her close. His hands fondled the soft, large swell of her breasts and she tried to pull away.
"Don't ... please," she whispered, knowing that the walls were not very thick.
"You don't know how much I want you again ... right now," he said, his voice thick and low.
"I don't want to see you ever again and if you persist in bothering me, I will have to quit my job."
He laughed maliciously and held her even tighter. "What makes you think that I would let you alone if you left the firm. I could find you, believe me."
"Don't threaten me," she told him, "I don't like it."
"You will," he chuckled. "That's what all you women need, to be threatened."
His hands roamed over her body, knowingly, expertly, squeezing the ripe mounds of her buttocks, then massaging the hillocks of her firm, full breasts. His hands sent tiny electric shocks through her body and she could feel herself grow weak as he held her. She didn't understand what the animal magnetism was that he held over her. He had been such a brute, yet she had responded to him like never before.
"We're going to have a little party at my hotel tomorrow night, I want you to be there. I'll let you off tonight so that you can rest, but tomorrow I insist."
"I won't come," she hissed. "I won't."
"You will, and bring Sara. I know about her little affair with Jim and I have a surprise for everyone." His voice was cold and cruel and his lips were firmly set so that he nearly hissed his words.
"I don't understand," she cried, "I can't make Sara come."
"Tell her that if she isn't there too that Jim's happy home life will be ruined, as well as his career with the company. There's a directors meeting soon and I have to submit reports on all my employees, so I want to make sure that they all know where they stand. I'm extending the invitation to Jim myself, and, by the way, your friend Sam Carey will be there, too." He chuckled viciously, and gave her breasts a hard squeeze. "You'll see, it will be lots of fun."
"Oh no," she murmured and looked at him horror struck. "You're insane!"
"You may go now," he told her, biting her neck and rubbing his hand over the juncture between her legs before releasing her.
She went directly to Sara's desk and told her that she had to talk to her at lunch, it was important.
"But, I've got a date with Jim," she protested.
"Break it, this is more important, believe me. It concerns Jim, too."
Sara looked at her puzzled and nodded, then dialed Jim's extension and told him that she couldn't see him until tonight and then she would explain everything.
She and Sara chose a small table in the corner of a restaurant not too far from the office and Janice told her what Mr. Warren had said.
"That bastard," Sara choked out. "He is crazy, what are we going to do?"
"We'd better go, I guess, not much can happen if we're both there, can it?"
"I hope not, but if he's crazy enough to plan something like this, who can tell. Poor Jim, he'll be so upset, it will ruin him!"
"Maybe it will work out, but I don't like the sound of it. We're all in a bind, so let's make the best of it."
The girls agreed that they would have a few drinks after work the following day and go to the party together. They didn't know what kind of blackmail Warren had in mind, but they had no choice, they had to go. If Janice didn't go, Sara would suffer and if Sara didn't go, Jim would, and Sara was the only friend she had in the city, she couldn't lose her now.
The next day they were jittery and nervous, not able to concentrate on their work.
"Looking forward to this evening." Warren whispered to her as he passed her desk. "Hope you got lots of rest last night, it will be a late evening."
They gulped down several martinis when the office closed, hoping that the liquor would steel them for whatever lay in store for them that night, but it didn't help much. They grabbed a cab and told the driver to take them to Mr. Warren's hotel.
"Let's not go," Janice said at the last minute, "What can he do to us?"
"It's too late now," Sara moaned, "Besides, what about Jim?"
They pushed the button for his floor and stood shaking in the corridor before pushing the buzzer.
"Come in ladies," he told them and offered them a seat. "The rest of the party should arrive in a little while, but I wanted you two here first."
He poured them both a drink from a decanter that was on the bar and handed it to them. "Here, this will relax you girls. What's the matter, you look upset?" he laughed cruelly, knowing that he was in complete control.
He was dressed in a smoking jacket and a pair of loose fitting trousers that looked more like pajama bottoms, and his jacket was open at the neck so that they could see the mat of hair on his chest.
They sipped their drinks, and Sara asked chokingly, "What is this?"
"A special potion of mine, believe me, it will prepare you for the party in no time at all, so just drink it down. There's plenty more when you've finished the first one."
"Why did yon bring us here," Sara demanded. "I demand to know or I'm leaving this instant."
"Oh-oh, a temper, but be careful," he warned her. lie walked to a desk that was in one comer of the room and opened a drawer and took out a small box. He opened the box with a key and handed Sara a small packet.
"What's this," she asked, holding it in her hand, but not opening it.
"Open it, I'm sure you'll find it interesting."
Her hands shook as she opened the package, then her mouth fell open as she gasped. They were pictures of her with several different men, including Jim!
"Where did you get these?" she demanded. "How?"
There was one of her and Jim that had been taken in a hotel in another city when she had gone to visit him on one of his business trips. She had called in sick to the office and she couldn't imagine who could have found out. They were in a bedroom and she was completely nude and he was dressed only in his shorts, his erection obvious through the cotton material.
"I like to see people having fun, so I collect pichires of them," he mocked. "You were too engrossed in what was about to happen that you didn't notice the man and camera at the transom of the door!"
She remembered that it had been a rather old hotel, and how else could he have gotten these pictures. The others were not quite as bad, but they could be damaging to the men in the pictures.
"You should really charge these men," he scolded her. "Giving away all that lovely pussy for nothing."
Sara started to tear up the pictures, but he just chuckled and told her that he suspected she might, so he had had them made in triplicate, one for her, one for Jim and one for himself.
"You're horrible," she shouted and started to cry. "Jim will kill you!"
"I don't think so, he can't afford any kind of scandal right now and you know that."
Sara just sunk into the chair and sobbed and Janice went over to her and put her arm around her. She glared at John Warren, the hate sparking from her eyes.
"What about me," she asked, "Do you have a surprise for me too?"
"Yes, indeed my dear," he continued, "but yours comes later."
"I'm calling the police," she told him, "there's a law against this sort of thing."
"No ... don't, Jan," Sara finally said. "Wait until Jim gets here, he'll know what to do."
Janice could feel her body getting warm and she asked Sara if she were uncomfortable too.
"Yes," she said. "It is warm in here." Then speaking to John, "Can you open a window?"
"It must just be you two," he laughed. "I'm perfectly all right, but you can take off your clothes if you get too hot."
He poured them both another drink and handed it to them. They drank this one more quickly, trying to quench the fire that was burning inside them, but it didn't help.
Janice went back and sat on the edge of the bed and just looked from Sara to him, then back again. She could feel a tenseness building in her loins and she rubbed her stockinged thighs together, lifting her legs off the floor and holding them in the air.
"Feeling better," he rasped. "Just wait a few more minutes and you'll see how warm you'll get ... how very warm!"
"You've drugged us," Sara shouted at him. "You filthy animal, you've drugged us!"
"Not exactly, my dears," he said, sitting down next to Janice on the bed and grasping her knee firmly, possessively. "It's just a little stimulant to put you in the mood for the nights activities."
"Oh no," Janice groaned, "I don't believe it," but the feel of his hand on her leg, the warmth of his palm was making her even more uncomfortable and her stockings began to itch her soft skin. She jumped up and began to pace around the room and she noticed that Sara was clutching the arms of the chair until her knuckles were almost white.
"I'm going out of my mind," she cried, "Where's Jim!"
"The men will be here in a few more minutes, I've left the door unlocked so that they could come right in."
"God," Janice gasped, "My body is on fire, I've got to cool off and she unbuttoned the top buttons of her sweater.
"You may as well take it all off," he suggested. "You'll have to sooner or later anyway. My little potion is going to work, you'll see."
"Yes, I see," Sara screamed, "I see that you've given us an aphrodisiac and I'm beginning to see the picture. You're a crazy warped man!"
"No, just playful," he laughed, "and I like my fun!"
"Fun! Fun, you call it.. . at our expense, you're inhuman," Janice stammered, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks now. "You're an animal!"
Mr. Warren went over to her and began to unbutton the rest of her sweater, easing her over towards the bed again, letting his fingers pinch at the nipples of her breasts through the lace of her brassiere.
"No ... no..." she moaned, but she couldn't stop him ... she didn't want to stop him, her body was on fire with lust and she didn't care what he did to her.
"Help me, Sara," she pleaded, "Do something."
"I can't, I'm going out of my mind and she stood up and began pacing the floor, watching while Mr. Warren deftly removed Janice's sweater, the girl laying limp and helpless on the bed.
"Do anything," she murmured, "but make this burning stop."
"I will, I will," he laughed, "and your friend will help you too, won't you Sara?"
"Help me undress her, Sara," he commanded, "or else you know what will happen!"
Sara was numb, she couldn't help this man seduce and torture her roommate, she just couldn't.
"Help me," he barked at her again.
Janice was writhing on the bed as though she were in the throes of an orgasm, her body twitching every way in an effort to quell the tension and pressure in her loins.
Reluctantly Sara walked to the side of the bed and Mr. Warren got up and stood beside her. "Finish undressing her, my dear," he ordered, grabbing her arm and throwing her on the bed with Janice.
Her hands reached for the zipper of Janice's skirt while the girl just stared up at the ceiling as though she were in a trance, not saying a word, not resisting Sara's hands, just submissive while Sara pulled the tight garment over her ankles.
Warren was breathing heavily as he watched the girl undress the other one, and his hands were holding his erect penis to keep it still. He walked closer to the bed so that the girls could both see his magnificent, hard, thick phallus and he laughed, "Wouldn't you like this now?"
"Oooooooo." Janice groaned and her hands were clenching the bedspread while Sara reached in back of her and lifted her brassiere from her body. Her large firm breasts jiggled free, the nipples standing erect and pink like the cherries on top of a marshmallow sundae. Her skin was prickled with bumps and Sara was beginning to gasp little short gasps as she watched Janice wiggle and look longingly at Warren's huge cock. Her legs were long and slender, with a just a slight bulge of flesh protruding where the stockings ended and the garter belt began.
"Take off her panties," he ordered her. "Let me see what she had to offer that she's so willing now. Not like last night, right Janice?"
"Ooooohh, nnooo," she groaned as Sara's fingers hooked inside the elastic of her panties and eased them over her hips, her stockings and let them fall onto the floor. She was getting excited too, the drug taking its effect on her and she thought that she would burst. She was getting some sort of strange sadistic pleasure looking at Janice stretched out on the bed, her body begging to be satisfied, but her mouth was silent, silent in the torture she was enduring.
When Sara slipped the panties from Janice, Mr. Warren reached over and unzipped the back of her dress so that it fell around her shoulders and drooped at the edge of her brassiere.
"Let me help you," he muttered, "then the party can begin." Sara wished that Jim would get there, but she, too, was on fire and just the touch of his hands made her want to throw herself at him, have him touch her, fondle her, fuck her, do anything to her, so she leaned forward as he finished unzipping her dress with one hand, while his other still played with his hard erect rod of throbbing flesh.
She got off the bed and let her dress fall on the floor, mesmerized by the drug, but not caring what happened. Her clothing, felt confining and hot, itching her and she had to be free of them. Warren's hands were not fast enough for her and she began to shed article after article until she stood there completely nude and trembling with passion.
"My two lovelies," he whispered, "you two are so beautiful and so anxious!"
Sara looked down at Janice who was turning and tossing on the bed, groaning, little gasps coming from deep in her throat and her hands were holding the hair-covered vee of her loins as though she were going to fall apart.
"That's it, play with yourselves if you must before the men get here, it will make you feel better."
Sara's eyes were glazed and she felt dizzy and weak and she almost fell on top of Janice as she wiggled uncontrollably on the bed. Her hand accidentally brushed Janice's breasts and she moaned, "Oh, my God ... what's happening!"
She pulled her hand away, but Warren grabbed it and planted it firmly back on Janice's soft, luscious globes.
"Why don't you try it," he laughed cruelly. "It will make you both feel better."
He manipulated Sara's fingers beneath his own, pressing harshly into Janice's soft, pliant flesh, squeezing her breasts, pinching and prodding until Janice was squirming more violently.
"Yes ... yes," she whimpered, her eyes closed and her mind uncaring whose hands were touching her, as long as someone wasl Sara leaned over Janice slightly, her arms growing weak from the pressure of Warren's hand and as she leaned, he released the tantalizing hold he had on his own organ and traced a light, ticklish line up the crease of her buttocks and underneath her so that he could barely touch the down covered lips of her vagina.
"Oooooooohhhh," Sara gasped when his fingers found their spot and she dug her own fingers harder into Janice's round, supple mounds.
"Kneel up," he ordered Sara, pulling her up onto her knees with a harsh tug, his hand pulling her from between her legs, so that she was kneeling over Janice.
"Don't you wish she were a man," he asked Janice. "Don't you wish she had a long, thick prick so she could fuck you?"
Janice was groaning and sobbing in her frustration, her fingers working furiously between her legs, rubbing her tiny clitoris, plucking at her vaginal lips in an attempt to bring on an orgasm, but it wasn't satisfactory, she needed something bigger than her own small fingers.
Warren reached out and grabbed Sara's buttocks and pulled her back towards him, letting her feel the hardness of his manhood, teasing her, torturing her.
"Stop ... please stop," she begged him. "Nooooo!"
Sara looked down at Janice and their eyes met in complete understanding, complete frustration and humiliation and tears were streaming shamelessly down both girls faces.
Mr. Warren backed away from Sara momentarily and went into the bathroom and when he returned he was carrying a large rubber instrument in the shape of a penis, a long, thick rod, and two loose rubber sacs hung from the staff, as well as two leather straps.
He dangled the monstrous dildo in front of Tan-ice and Sara and both girls gasped and choked on their sobs. "Why don't you try it," he teased Janice. "Maybe Sara will accommodate you."
"No," Sara and Janice murmured, but the lust in Janice's eyes belied her real feelings. Both girls would have reach out and used the hard rubber instrument on themselves, but to make love to another girl was more than either one of them could bear.
"Make love to her Sara," he commanded, pinching her breasts and nipples severely. "Satisfy your fuck-hungry friend, can't you see she needs to be loved?"
"I-I-I can't," she stammered, "No!"
"Here let me help you strap it on," he told her, taking the huge cudgel in his hands and adjusting the straps around her hips. She swayed back and forth on the bed, trying to keep him from putting this false penis on her, but his hands held her buttocks firmly and in a few seconds he had the dildo securely in place.
"Fuck her," he shouted once again, slapping her soundly on the buttocks. "If you do, maybe Jim will take care of you when he gets here. I know you girls must want to make love!"
"God, I can't stand it anymore," Janice screamed, shoving two fingers deep inside her, "Do something."
"She's begging you, the little vixen', ' he taunted. "Fuck her! I'll play with you while you help your friend, and won't that feel good?"
Sara was completely convulsed in sobs as she knelt over the helplessly writhing girl impaled on her own two fingers. Mr. Warren's hands shoved Sara's hips until she nearly fell on top of Janice and ordered her to move between her legs. Janice's legs were already spread-eagled, her hips bucking up and down in the mattress, her fingers still wiggling around in her narrow passage.
"Take your lover," he told Janice. "Take your hard, thick lover."
Janice was almost out of her mind with frustration and she reached up and touched the rubber dildo that was bobbing from Sara's hips and pulled it down toward her so that Sara lost her balance and crushed on top of her friend.
"That's it. . . that's it," he told them and went to the light switch and turned the light down until the room was barely luminous. "Pretend you're alone," he told them. "I won't tell anybody your little secret."
"God," Janice murmured, "I've got to have it ... I've got to!" Her voice trailed off, but she was still holding firmly onto the huge rubber prick and trying to adjust her hips under Sara's so that she could take it inside her hot, ravenous cunt.
"Please," she begged, and she wriggled frantically, pleading and crying.
Warren placed his hands on Sara's buttocks, urging her to shove her rubber adornment into Janice's moist and aching cunt. His fingers grasp her firm round buttocks and his hands slipped around her so that they locked in place just beneath the dildo and he could feel the softness of her pubic hair. Sara twitched at his touch and slowly, skillfully he inched his fingers towards her vaginal center, teasing her until her whole body was trembling.
Tuck her," he ordered her, yanking at her hips so that the dildo was aimed directly at the tight, hair-lined slit between Janice's legs. His finger began to play with Sara's opening, twisting her tender cuntal lips and feeling the first drops of moisture secreting out onto his finger. Janice angled her hips to take the huge rubber cock and she raised her legs and pulled Sara down toward her, pulling her onto her hips so that the thick, hard penis could easily slip inside her. She felt the thick, stiff head of the dildo ease between her legs and she bucked upwards, shoving her hips up onto the rod and pulling Sara down at the same time.
Warren's finger was firmly implanted in Sara's vagina now and she was wiggling like a insect impaled on a pin, jerking back and forth in an effort to satisfy her own need. He shoved into her cruelly and she fell forward, burying the long, thick dildo deep into Janice's waiting vagina.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGG," Janice screamed as she felt her walls part to accept this huge instrument. She wrapped her legs around Sara's hips so that she would not lose her fake lover and she gasped and moaned as Sara rocked in and out of her filling her with the stiff rubber weapon.
Warren knew that both girls were now past the point of no return, that neither one could no longer help what she was doing, so he backed away, leaving Sara jerking and pushing.
"Play with me," Sara screamed, "My God ... do something," but he just laughed and sat down in a chair to watch the girls locked on the bed. They were both panting and Sara's pleas became so violent that Janice reached up and crushed her breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples until they were erect and full on her soft, full breasts.
"MMMMMmmmmm," she gasped as Janice touched and fondled her and she drove her hips even deeper and harder into her friend's hot, clasping cunt.
"You are so beautiful locked together," Warren muttered, "I must have a picture of this."
The girls were too engrossed in satisfying their own needs that they didn't notice a sudden flash of light, or hear the door open and three men come into the room. Their breathing was heavy and labored, more like desperate, choking gasps, so they didn't hear the gasps of the men when they saw what was going on on the bed. They stood there shocked and horrified, but saying nothing, too stunned to even turn around and leave. Warren snapped a few more pictures and then calmly handed the men a drink, a mixture similar to what he had given the girls. He was shuckling sadistically as he watched Jim and Sam grimace, but the other man did nothing merely as though it were the type of thing he witnessed everyday.
"Aaaaggghh," Sara blurted, as Janice's fingers became too harsh and hurt her tender breasts, but she did nothing to stop her.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me," Janice begged, "Fuck me ... FUCK ME!" She was almost screaming as she raised her hips to meet Sara's.
Warren watched the men carefully, noting the hard bulges that were becoming obvious beneath their trousers and he laughed. He knew that they may be shocked, but there was no denying that what they were viewing was a sensual, exciting performance, one of total and complete depravity. He knew that he was humiliating the girls and this was what he wanted the men to see, see how he could control them! They may be the office lovers and have their girlfriends on the side, but he alone had this power over them. He walked proudly around the bed, watching them as though they were puppets and not human at all.
"I'm going to cum," Janice gasped. "Fuck me harder ... deeper ... devour me!" It didn't sound like her voice at all, it sounded as though it were coming from an entirely different person.
"Ooohhh God," .Sara answered, "I'm dying ... I want it too!"
Their breasts were now touching and Sara pressed down hard on Janice, grasping the edge of the bed, digging into her as she responded wildly to the screwing.
"I can't stand it..." Janice screamed, "It's too much. I've got to cum." Her voice was a strangled mixture of a sob and a sigh as everything inside her reached the boiling point and she could feel her vaginal walls explode with contractions as she quivered and shook out the passion of her orgasm. "That's it. . . I'm dimming ... I'M CUMMING!"
The men were all rubbing their erect penises, feeling their own semen begin to flood through their testicles and into their hard, pulsing rods. It was an exciting and delicious moment for Warren, he had proved his point, but this was just the beginning.
As Janice finished her last groan and gasp of her climax and her legs fell down onto the bed, releasing Sara, he turned the light back up again so that the men could have a really good look at the two girls and the girls would see who their audience had been.
Sara rolled off of Janice and lay back on the bed next to her, the hard, rubber prick still standing straight up in the air like a terrible, sharp weapon. Janice was the first to open her eyes and scream.
"OH MY GOD ... NOOOO..." and Sara sat upright and just stared at Jim and Sam and the strange man, horrified, unable to move or speak, then she dissolved into great racking sobs again and buried her head in the pillow.
Jim was the first to regain his composure after this horrible sight and demanded, "What's going on here, Warren," and he moved to grab him and pin him against the wall.
"Take it easy," he said, and threw him the other set of pictures and started to laugh. Jim thumbed through them one by one, looking at the pictures, then at Sara.
"You filthy bastard," he spat at him. "How much do you want for these, and why involve the girls?"
"You took Sara away from me, and you Sam, I know you want Janice, so I decided to show you what I could do. No one will want these girls again, they'll both be mine, especially after this little addition to my picture collection!"
Jim was clenching his fists and he looked at Sam, then both men sank into chairs and waited to see what else he had to say. They could feel themselves getting a little dizzy and Sara groaned, "Oh no, he's drugged them too!"
"What was that," Jim shouted, "Drugged!" But his voice was thick and his speech slurred.
"That's just another little thing to add to the fun of the party. You see, I intend to join in this part of the evening. You've been given aphrodisiacs too. You were so anxious for something to quench the dryness in your mouths as you watched the girls that you didn't ask what you were drinking. It's not much though, not nearly as much as the girls had, because I know that they can stimulate you enough!"
"I'm going to kill you," Jim threatened, and Sam was on his feet and ready to take a swing at Warren, but suddenly the other man grabbed him.
"He's an associate of mine, gentlemen, my part-time photographer who develops all these lovely prints for me. He also has some strange fantasies about women and he-likes to see them get fucked good, so I invited him to come as a special favor.
"You're both sick," Jim shouted again, "I'm going to the police!"
"What about your wife, Jim, do you think she'd like to see these pictures. She'd cost you your job and your money, you know that!"
Jim sat back down and stared at the floor, glaring, his fists clenched as he pounded on his own thighs.
"You can't get away with this, I'll get you somehow!"
Sam walked over to the bed and put his jacket around Janice and whispered, "Well get even for this, don't worry!" She looked up at him, tears pouring down her face and she reached up for him. The aphrodisiac still controlled her body and she was insatiable, she wanted more, she wanted a real man.
"Isn't she lovely, Sam?" Warren teased him. "Sorry I got to her first, but I'm sure she'll be more than willing to take you on, in fact, they'll both be willing to take us all on. Isn't that a nice party idea?"
Warren was slowly unbuttoning his smoking jacket and loosening the belt around his trousers.
"If you don't hurry, I'll beat you to her, Jim," he challenged. "I want part of your precious Sara and I'm going to have her!"
CHAPTER 4
Jim froze for just a moment then ran over to the bed, grabbed Sara and held her tenderly, reaching down and unfastening the horrible dildo, shuddering as his arms tightened around the quivering girl.
"Oh darling," she whispered, "I don't know what to do, I need you so much."
Ssssshhh," he whispered, glaring at Warren who was watching them with a terrible grin on his face.
"Very touching," he commented, "Very touching, indeed."
"Shut up," he yelled at the sadistic man who held them all under his power.
Jim was trying to fight the affects of the drink, but Sara was clinging so tightly to him, running her fingers over the hard muscles of his thighs, and he could feel his blood begin to churn from her touch.
"Oh God, "Janice groaned and Sam went to her and sat on the bed with her.
The drug was affecting Sam more quickly than Jim partly because of his youth and partly because he had wanted to make love to Janice from the first moment he saw her, but this was not the way he had planned it at all, he couldn't have thought up such an evil scheme, anything so degrading.
She wriggled against him, pressing her naked, voluptuous breasts against the cloth of his shirt and he could feel the heat from her body permeate him for he was also beginning to grow warm, his loins were tense and when he looked down, even before she touched him he knew that his erection would soon become unbearable.
"Sam," she murmured, "Fuck, me ... please fuck me!"
Warren went to the doorway and dimmed the fights once more as that the room was completely dark except for a ray of fight that shone in from the bathroom.
"You heard the lady," Warren giggled maliciously, ecstatic over the horrendous situation he had put the two couples in. He forgot about screwing either one of the girls himself for the moment so that he could revel in the delight of the pictures he could take. He had always been able to pet excited by looking at pictures, and because of this he had always kept his office desk drawer locked. One day he had forgotten and his secretary had nearly discovered his cache. It would have cost him his job, so after that he had brought most of his collection to the hotel. His wife didn't suspect that anything was wrong because he had never taken them to his home either. His wife, he thought, ... that bitch, she didn't understand him. He had loved her completely at one time, but then she had been warm and responsive, not the cold, hard woman whom he was married to now. He didn't feel that he had made any unreasonable demands on her, but she believed that there was only one normal way to make love and she refused to try anything else. He had begged and pleaded with her, but she wouldn't submit to his wishes. It was because of that he had started dating other women, and why he had become so obsessed with the idea of making them suffer for the actions of his wife. The other men in the office had mistresses, he knew that, but somehow he was never able to establish any sort of extra-marital affair be-cause of his obsession with sex and punishing. He got his kicks from looking at the pictures of other couples doing the things that he had always wanted to do, it was his only way, and he didn't really care that he was humiliating them, it didn't matter.
Sam leaned over and kissed Janice full on the mouth and her lips parted and she let her tongue lick along the corners of his mouth until he returned her burning passion and his tongue slipped between her teeth and tickled at the back of her throat.
"MMMmmmmmmm," she hummed, working her hips against his body, feeling the hardness of his penis through his trousers. Her hand closed around the solid bulge and squeezed.
"OOOOfff," he wheezed knowing that he would have to have her, that he couldn't contain his desire for much longer, but he didn't want to make love to her when two other people were sharing the bed. He looked over at Jim and Sara, but Jim had already shed his trousers and Sara was fondling his rock hard cock with her delicate hands. They seemed oblivious to the fact that there were other people present. He became more and more excited as he listened to their heavy breathing, and he let his hand caress the softness of Janice's breasts.
"Yes ... yes." she urged him. "Do it to me ... please do it!"
"Darling," he whispered, "oh darling."
She slipped out of his jacket and threw it on the floor and stretched out full length, unashamedly, on the bed, turning towards him as he hurriedly worked at the fly of his trousers and the buttons of his shirt. His penis was jerking against his cotton shorts and Janice wanted to reach out and feel its length and thickness, but in a few seconds he stood above her, nude, his giant organ standing up like a flagpole, pulsating against his hairy belly.
He stared at her, searching her face for some sign that she wanted him to stop, he didn't want to ruin any future they might have, but he knew that the drugged drink had made her passions as uncontrollable as his own. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hands reached out and touched his thighs, tracing a pattern up his leg until her cool fingers touched his testicles.
"Ooohhh," he murmured and lowered himself onto the bed next to her. She did not remove her hand from his genitals, but massaged and manipulated them, feeling the hot thickness of his prick in her hand. He was kissing her feverishly, lustfully, devouring her small, petulant mouth with his, sucking on her tongue like a hungry child. Mewling sounds came from deep in her throat as she tried to urge his hands to her breasts, but he was fondling the globes of her supple, round buttocks, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh urgently.
Her fingers tightened on his rod and he thought for a moment that he would cum in her hand. She moved his throbbing penis back and forth, pulling the foreskin over the blood-red head of his cudgel and bringing it, pulling it closer to her until she could feel it dig hard into her belly.
"Oh, I want you so much," she whimpered, "Please ... please..."
"Yes, darling, yes," he comforted her, but he wanted to wait a little longer, he wanted to get to know every part of her body, remember it, cherish it. His mouth dropped to her breasts and nibbled at the soft mound of flesh, sucking greedily on her pink, round nipples until they were erect and hard. He thought that he had never felt anything so good in his whole life. He had known other women, but never before had he made love to a woman who was so perfectly built, so softly rounded and sensual.
He cupped her breasts in his hands as he sucked, then began to move down further on the bed, her breasts still held in his hands, but his mouth was sampling every inch of her midriff, the flatness of her belly, until his face was inches away from the soft hair-covered of her loins.
She let her legs fall apart, inviting his intimate caress and she began to tremble in anticipation. She had never had anyone do this to her before, she had never let her ex-husband, but now she wanted it, she wanted him to do anything at all to her lust as long as he satisfied her!
"Mmmmmmmfff," she crooned as his tongue flicked out at the nub of her clitoris which sprang into erectness with his first touch. He bit softly at it, burrowing his head between her milky white thighs. She raised her hips up at his face and her back ached from arching it toward him, but he couldn't stop now, she didn't want him to ever stop! She was moist with desire and his tongue slipped easily between the swollen lips of her vagina and licked voraciously at her fragrant opening. He could taste the juice of her desire as he mouthed her vaginal opening, letting his tongue flick over her clitoris every few seconds.
"God ... God ... I want you so much," she begged as she could feel her vaginal walls tense and relax under his skilled mouth and tongue. She wanted to hold his hardened manhood in her hand, feel its heat and strength, put her mouth on him, make him feel the way she did now, but it wouldn't be too long before she would climax, she knew that she wouldn't be able to contain herself, nor did she want to, if he didn't stop his delicious mouthing.
"I love you," she uttered, "Please love me ... now ... now ... you make me so happy!"
His thighs and groin were tense and his testicles felt as though they were filled with molten lava, and his penis was a volcano about to erupt. His head was clouded from all reality and nothing existed except her, her body, and his penis. He felt as though his whole body was one erect phallus, forbidding and potent, stronger than anything else that existed and knowing that he could conquer anything.
She clenched her fists, wishing that she had something to hold onto, his penis, she wanted to hold onto his penis, but her nails dug into the palms of her hands, cutting little nicks in her skin.
"OOOOOHHHHH," she groaned over and over again as his tongue slipped into her damp, aching passage, teasing her, readying her for something larger, something that would fill her.
She was trembling violently now, her whole body a mass of nerve ends tingling her skin, shaking her whole being and she knew that she couldn't wait any longer for him to take her, she was going to cum now.
"Yes ... yes ... yes..." she screamed, her words echoing in her brain, "I'M CUMMING..."I"M CUMMING NOW! Oh darling suck it harder! suck it harder!"
She pushed her hips up harder against his face while she felt tremors of relief shoot through her belly and vagina. She was shaking with the throes of her orgasm as he kept his mouth glued to her vaginal opening, tasting the fluid that was oozing from her tight channel. He wished that he had not waited so long to take her, he had wanted to be inside of her when she came, but maybe she could cum again, maybe he could make her cum a thousand times. He felt as though he could make love to her forever, time after time, as often as she wanted it he could push a hard, eager prick into her tight little cunt, filling her completely.
She held his head between her knees for a few minutes after she finished her shattering, convulsive climax until she could catch her breath and relax for just a minute. When she released him he moved quickly up on her body, forcing his narrow hips between wide spread legs and aimed his stiff, thick cock at her wet, waiting opening.
"Yes ... yes, fuck me, make me cum again," she urged him and let her knees fall further apart so that it would facilitate his entry. She felt her knee touch Jim's hairy thighs and she knew that he and Sara were engrossed in the same thing, but right now, she and Sam were the only two people in the world.
Warren and his friend laughed and made lewd comments as the two couples let their animal passion control their entire being. They watched while the girls writhed beneath the lustful men, wriggling and turning, demanding satisfaction.
The flash of the camera went unnoticed as Sam eased the head of his massive rod between her vaginal lips, then with one hip-thrusting stab ground his entire length into the depths of her vagina.
"Uuuuuhg," she cried at his sudden intrusion, and she could feel the walls of her lust inflamed cunt separate and stretch to accommodate his massive, pulsing staff.
She swung her hips skillfully as he drove back and forth in her and she gripped him tightly with her legs, bringing him closer to her as he plunged mightily in and out with rapidly increasing strokes. She crushed her lithe, feverish body up against him so that her full, voluptuous breasts were squashed against his hairy chest.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks, wondering , as he fucked her, just how far her passions-might eventually be led. She threw her body about wildly, dragging her very soul for the pleasure that was beginning to rise in her once again.
He charged into her with new fury, slamming her hips into the bed until his own body ached. His cock was swollen and burning as it plunged into her throbbing, damp passage and an indescribable, dense feeling was surging in his testicles and through his jerking prick until his semen was spending triumphantly, flooding inside her just as a muffled cry marked her own orgasm. He let his throbbing cock rest deep in her while she ground her hips against him in order that she might be fully satisfied as his sperm poured into her in hard jet-like spurts.
"Im cumming ... cumming," she breathed heavily. "That's it, do it to me, I'm cumming."
"Darling," he gasped, his breath hot and damp on her face and he kissed her fiercely as he could feel his penis swelling for the last time, then suddenly limp and flaccid inside her still contracting vaginal passage.
They lay still, their arms wrapped around each other, but the bed continued to shake as Jim pounded lustfully into Sara, bringing cries of pleasure and pain from her parted lips.
"Wonderful ... wonderful," Warren urged them, "fuck it, into her harder, make her ache from your length."
They didn't hear his lewd encouragement or else they ignored him for they were in a world of their own, not caring about anything but the ultimate satisfaction of their desires.
"Harder ... harder, fuck me harder," she whispered to him, "Deep ... deeper!" Jim had never seen Sara like this, she was depraved, animalistic, but his own passion matched her own and he rammed his thick, swollen cock deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the head of his throbbing penis against her cervix.
"Here it comes," he groaned as he felt his balls begin to tingle and swell with his seed. His long, hard prick quivered on the verge of his climax and he grew even larger in her before the first spurt of his sperm emptied into her belly.
"OOOoohh," he gasped, as his fluid was released and jerked spasmodically, thickly, into her waiting cunt. "Yes ... here it is," he repeated.
"Fill me, darling," she choked, "Fill me with you, fill me deep!"
A few more flashes went off around the room as Warren and his friend were busy taking all the pictures they wanted as the other couple writhed and jerked against each other on the bed.
He pushed and pushed until every last drop of liquid had been dragged from his penis, then he relaxed on her and lay with her breasts pointing into his chest, heaving steadily with labored breathing. In a moment they too were quiet, recuperating from the strenuous activity and Warren turned the lights up again.
"You were sensational," he grinned, "I have everything I need now," he told them sadistically. "I will be sure that you all get copies when they are developed."
Jim looked around angrily for the man with the camera, but he was gone, so any hope they had of smashing the film was destroyed.
"We'll get you for this, believe me, someday, we'll get even!"
Warren just laughed, his head thrown back like a madman, his features distorted in sadistic pleasure. "I doubt that," he challenged.
It was incredible how he could change his visage, his entire personality, and Janice realized for the second time that she would never be able to look at him, work with him again. It was strange how she had reacted to him the previous night, for even though he had raped her, he had made her feel like a woman, but now that she had Sam she had no illusions about him at all and saw him for what he was, a perverted, sick man who would hurt all four of them in any way he could.
"You may get dressed and go anytime you like," he told them. "I've gotten all I need, unless, of course, one of the ladies would like some more attention. I'd be happy to service them!" Service them, he spoke as though they were cows or mares in heat.
Janice and Sara got up and went into the bathroom to get dressed while the men quickly slipped into their shirts and trousers. Janice could not look Sam in the eyes when she came out, she was too ashamed and embarrassed. The drug was beginning to wear off and she didn't know whether she could face his knowing how she had acted and what she had done. She and Sara looked at each other, then lowered their eyes. It would take a long time for either one of them to get over the degrading position he had forced them into, and there was a silent understanding that this evening would never be mentioned by any one of them.
"Come on, let's go," Jim finally said, and the two couples walked out of his room while he stood there watching them, laughing and waving the package of the first pictures at them.
CHAPTER 5
When they got outside the couples went their separate ways, knowing that it would be difficult enough seeing each other when they had to, but everything was too new and raw, like an open wound, so Sam took Janice's hand and they walked away from Jim and Sara until they could find a cab.
"Would you like something to eat or drink," he asked her.
"I'm starved," she admitted, and tried to smile up at him.
He squeezed her hand affectionately, understandingly, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He took her to a small, dimly lit cafe on Third
Avenue not far from her hotel and sat across the from her.
"I know that tonight was a horrible and terrifying experience for you, Jan," he said finally, breaking the silence. "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't, but I do want you to know that it doesn't matter to me. I love you and I don't want you to doubt that."
You don't have to say that," she answered, "You just met me a few days ago, so you don't have to say that you love me."
"But I mean it, really. I loved you from the first day I saw you in the office, and I wanted to make love to you, hold you, love you, so please don't think otherwise."
Tears of humiliation streamed down her cheeks, her eyes swollen and red from her earlier tears, but she was thankful that he was there, thankful that he understood, or at least, said he did. She couldn't have stood to be alone just then, to go back to the hotel alone and she reached across the table and took his hand.
"I'm so sorry you got involved in this, but thanks for being so kind."
He patted her hand, then motioned for the waiter to bring them a menu.
"How about some wine with dinner, it will soothe your nerves, and I could use something myself?"
"Sounds like a good idea, I need something, but I doubt that anything will be able to cleanse this awful dirty feeling I have inside me ... not ever."
"Of course something will ... I will, I love you. I know it has been traumatic, but give yourself time and you'll see."
"I'm not going to the office tomorrow, I'm never going back there, not ever!"
"I was just going to ask you not to. It's different for Jim and me, it's our careers, but you can find another job and it won't matter. I'm glad you're not going back."
"I hope that I can find something else right away or I'll be in trouble," she told him.
"Don't worry about it, and Janice, maybe I'm out of line, but I think that you should move out of the hotel. Warren knows where you live and he may try to get to you again."
"I thought of that, too, but I don't know where I'd go. I don't have much money."
"You could move in with me," he said seriously. "I promise that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you and that way you could take your time in finding a job and you'd be safe."
She was silent, but her eyes were searching his face. He looked so troubled, genuinely troubled for her, so she just nodded. "You will," he asked.
"Yes, I will," she told him. "But please don't rush me Sam. Tonight was different, you know that, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that type of relationship again just yet."
"Did I hurt yon, Jan?" he implored. "Do you hate me?"
"NO!" she said emphatically. "It's just that tonight you know we were drugged and it was the animal in us that brought us together, not love. The next time we make love I want it to be because we want each other, because we're sure of our feelings, not because someone has put something in our drinks. Can you understand that?"
"Of course I understand, and I promise I'll respect your wishes, but it will be hard, loving you as much as I do."
"Maybe it won't be long, but please do try. I don't want to ruin everything before it gets started."
He laughed and said, "You are different, but that's why I love you!"
They ate their dinner in silence, just every once in awhile their eyes would meet in a silent understanding, then he took her back to the hotel.
"Why don't you grab a few things, leave a note for Sara so she doesn't worry and come with me. I am sure that Sara will stay with Jim tonight anyway and I don't want you to be alone."
"Let me see if she's there first, then I'll come back downstairs and let you know."
She walked slowly to her room and Sam waited for her in the lobby. Sara was not there, but she had been there and she had left a note for her telling her that she, too, was moving out, Jim was getting her an apartment, but that she would get in touch with her through Sam and she hoped that she and Sam could work things out.
Hurriedly she packed a small suitcase and went back down the stairs. Sam beamed when he saw her and took the bag from her hand. She went over to the desk and told the night clerk that she would be back in the morning for the rest of her things and leave a note for Sara where she could be reached. He just nodded, eyeing her and Sam, then marked his records accordingly.
Sam helped her into the cab and they headed for his apartment. It was a lovely one bedroom place in the East Fifties and the doorman greeted them as they got out of the cab.
"Joe, this is Miss Wolper, she'll be staying with me for awhile. If she needs anything please help her, she's new in town and tell the day man, too."
"Certainly Mr. Carey, and welcome to New York Miss Wolper."
Sam slipped him a five dollar bill and then showed her the way to the elevator and where the mail boxes were.
"I hope you'll like it here. As I told you, it's just a one bedroom, but it's clean and pleasant, and this area of Manhattan is very safe, so don't be afraid to go out."
"Oh, I'll keep the place neat, and I'll even cook for you," she smiled. "You know, it will be nice to have a man to take care of again."
"Shouldn't it be the other way around," he queried teasingly.
"I guess it should," she laughed, "but anyway, I think I'll like it!"
She felt better after her dinner and the wine and he poured her a small brandy once he had shown her where she could put her things and the other little intricacies of the apartment.
"Here, to my new roommate," he grinned, "I love her."
He tilted his glass to touch hers and they both sat back and let the warmth of the liquor relax them as they listened to some music from his stereo.
"I don't want you to worry about anything, Jan," he comforted her. "If he ever so much as calls you, I want you to tell me. Of course, it would take him a lone time to find out that you're here with me, but he's a sick man and he may just figure that I'd ask you to stay here."
"Believe me, if he does try to see me or call me, you'll be the first to know, and thanks again, I don't know what I would have done without you."
He leaned over and kissed her lightly, tenderly, then pulled away, and held her face in his hands, "I'll wait for you to love me," he told her, "but I hope it doesn't take too long!"
She smiled at him and kissed him warmly. "I hope it doesn't either," she confided.
He let her use the bathroom first, then poured himself another drink while she went to bed. He knew that it would take all his willpower to let her alone when she would be so close, so he waited until she was sleeping, then crawled into the bed next to her.
"Good night, darling," he whispered, but didn't reach out to touch her or kiss her, that would have been too much of a trial.
She slept soundly, but woke the next morning when she heard his alarm go off.
"I'll make you breakfast," she said, jumping out of bed and going to the bathroom. "What would you like?"
"Just coffee, really, I never eat breakfast."
"Oh," she said. "I've learned something new about you already!"
She put on a pot of coffee and had her morning cigarette. She looked at him when he came out to the kitchen to get his cup, his hair wet from the shower and he was bundled in a robe. He looked so young, so much like a little boy in the morning and she felt a flood of tenderness for him.
"Good morning," she said smiling. "I hope it is a good morning!"
"It will be sweetheart," he assured her. "Now, you do what you want to do today, you don't even have to look for a job if you don't want to."
"Oh, I think that I'd better see some employment agencies, and I'll call the other people I wrote to before I came to the city, maybe they still need someone."
"Well, that's up to you, but don't rush into anything just to get a job, it's not necessary."
"You're very sweet, but I don't expect you to support me too. You're already doing too much."
"You know I love you, so be quiet, I like to do things for you."
"Do you think that I could get my few days pay from the company, or should I just forget it?"
"I'll speak to the payroll office, but you could call them today and have them send it to the hotel. I'm sure they'd hold it for you if you like."
"Maybe I'll do that, it's something anyway."
"Well, I've got to hurry, but I'll be home right after work. Chill some martinis and I'll bring some steaks and we can spend a relaxing evening with the stereo or television, okay."
"Sounds delightful," she grinned, glad that he didn't want to go out again.
She waited until he had dressed and finished in the bathroom, then she drew a hot bath and soaked in the tub for about a half an hour. She was just drying herself when she heard the phone ring. She hesitated for a moment then decided to answer it, it might be Sam and he would worry if she weren't there. If it was anyone else, she could tell them it was the wrong number and hang up. She picked up the receiver and said, "Hello."
"Janice," a woman's voice asked. It was Sara.
"Sara, yes, it's me, I was trying to disguise my voice. How are you, where are you?"
"I'm just down the street. May I come up? I've got to talk to you. Sam told me you'd be there; I called him at the office this morning."
"Sure, I'm just getting dressed, but tell the doorman to let you come up."
She hung up the phone and wondered what Sara wanted to discuss. She hoped that she wouldn't rehash the events of last night. It would be embarrassing to both of them.
In a few minutes she heard Sara's knock at the door.
"Coming," she called and ran a comb through her hair and let her in.
"Hi," Sara said, embarrassed, but still smiling.
"Have a seat and I'll get you some coffee."
"I'd rather have a drink if I may."
"Sure, I don't know what he has, but I'll check." She went to the bar and poured her a tall scotch and handed it to her.
"Jan," she began, "Last night was pretty awful for all of us and I don't want to discuss it anymore, but I did want you to know that you weren't the reason I left the hotel. I hope we can still be friends, and we do need each other in this mess. Jim just thought it would be best for me, and for you, to get out of there."
Jan smiled at her and said, "Well, I'm going to be staying here with Sam for the time being while I look for another job. I think that the men can handle Warren and the farther we stay away from him the better."
"Good, I feel the same way, and I'm glad that you and I can still be friends. I wouldn't want to destroy a relationship over one misfortune, no matter how climatic."
"Me, either," she agreed, "You're the only girl I know in this big, confusing city."
"Another thing, Sam's a nice guy, treat him right. You couldn't do much better than him, and he's single and in love with you!"
"I know that," she told her, "and I do care for him, it's just that I don't want to be hurt again, so I'm playing it slowly."
"Well, I hope that things do work out for your sake, and I'll keep in touch."
"What are you going to do, Sara," she asked. "Are you going to find another job?"
"I really don't know right away, I may just stay home for awhile, Jim is pretty generous with mc, especially now, so I don't want to go back to work if I don't have to."
"It would be nice to stay home for awhile, but I did that for several years when I was married, so the career girl routine is new and exciting to me. Besides, Sam can't support the both of us, he's struggling just to get ahead now."
"You've got all the right answers, honey," she told her. "Let's see if we can't straighten our present mess out fairly quickly."
"I don't see how Warren expects to get away with it, Sara. He's bound to be caught, but he does have those awful pictures. I shudder every time I think about it, it's too horrible!"
"Jim has an idea and he'll tell Sam in a day or two after he checks a few things out and knows whether or not it will work."
"I hope it does, for all our sakes," she added. "It's not a very pretty situation!"
"I do too," Janice whispered, almost like a prayer.
"Well, I've got to run, but I'm glad we could talk and as soon as I get my phone, I'll call and give you the number."
"That would be nice, and maybe we can have lunch one day next week."
"Great, I'll look forward to it."
Jan closed the door behind Sara and she was glad that she had come over, it made her feel better and she silently prayed that Jim would come up with an answer, he just had to!
She decided not to go out that day, but busied herself preparing a luscious desert for their evening's meal. She wanted to please Sam, she wanted him to know how much she appreciated his help and warmth, and his love. She mused for a while and wondered if what she was beginning to feel for him was just gratitude or whether it was possible that she was falling in love with him. Only time would tell that, but she hoped that she could love him, she wanted to be able to love him.
CHAPTER 6
At five thirty Sam arrived back the apartment caning a bouquet of winter flowers and a largo brown bag with steaks, salad vegetables and two bottles of wine.
"It's a celebration," he laughed, "Your house-warming."
She showed him the mousse that she had prepared for dessert and he hugged her tightly. "See, you're acting like a wife already," he blushed, "but I love it!"
"Sara came by today," she told him, "Jim has gotten her a place to stay and she may look for another job too."
"I know, she called me this morning, hope you don't mind that I told her where you were."
"Of course not. Sara's my only girlfriend and I was glad that she came over."
"Just so long as I'm your only boyfriend," he teased her.
"You've got nothing to worry about on that count," she told him, and kissed him affectionately on the cheek, and took the flowers from him and looked for a vase.
"I'll be chef for the steaks if you make the salad. Somehow I always manage to cut myself when I prepare vegetables, besides that's woman's work."
"It's a deal," she laughed and they started to prepare the dinner.
"Oh, I almost forgot, she said aloud, "I have your martini."
She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of chilled drinks and delicately poured him one.
"To us," she toasted.
"I hope you mean that," he said, "I really do."
She blushed and went into the other room. She didn't want to say anything that would give him false hopes, but she knew that she did care for him and there wasn't anyone else in her life.
"Don't get nervous, Jan," he reassured her. "I made you a promise and I intend to keep it. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our relationship, even though it could be a lot more right away, but I'll be patient."
"I know you will," she smiled, "but I was just thinking about how I really do feel. I'm very confused right now and I don't want to say the wrong thing."
"You couldn't say the wrong thing to me, unless you told me you were leaving."
She laughed and said, "Let's not get so serious right away, after all if we do, we may never get dinner cooked."
He took her and led her back to the kitchen.
"Get to work woman," he chided. "You've got a hungry man to feed!"
Together they prepared everything, sipping on their martinis until the entire pitcher was gone. Her head felt light, but it was a pleasant feeling, not sluggish and drunk, just happy and carefree.
"Why are you smiling," he asked her. "Did I do something right?"
"Oh Sam," she said, putting her arms around his waist. "You really do make me happy. I've never known that I could be so happy, I'm just afraid I'll wake up and everything will be changed."
"You worry too much," he scolded. "Nothing's going to change unless it would be your name!"
They ate dinner over candlelight, finishing both bottles of wine, and while she cleaned the table he turned on the stereo so that soft, romantic music filled the apartment. He handed her a cognac as she came into the living room and next to her on the couch.
"I feel so warm, so safe," she whispered, letting her head rest against the crook of his arm. His hand closed around her shoulder and pulled her close and kissed her hair, smelling the fresh clean scent of her shampoo and cologne.
"I do love you, please believe me," he murmured.
She raised her face to his and he kissed her deeply, tenderly and she could feel a rush of warmth permeate her body, her nerves begin to tingle as she returned his kiss. Her arms reached across him and clung to his sides and her fingers dug into his ribs.
He pulled away for just a minute, and said, "Take it easy, you know what you're doing to me?"
"Yes," she answered, "the same thing you're doing to me." Her voice bad a hidden urgency and he turned and pushed her back onto the couch, covering her face, her throat and neck with sweet, fluttering kisses.
"Oh Sam," She moaned, "I do need you." She couldn't bring herself to say that she loved him, not yet, but she did need him, needed him to make her feel safe and loved again. His hands roamed carefully, slowly over her soft breasts, feeling the throbbing of her heart and pulse wherever his hands touched. He wanted to feel the soft silkiness of her skin and she didn't try to stop him as he fumbled with the buttons on her sweater, easing it from her shoulders so that her ripe, voluptuous breasts stood up proud and firm beneath her brassiere. She slid down further on the couch so that his body was covering hers and she could feel his weight on her as he kissed her more passionately, his tongue darting between her teeth and into her throat. She sucked on its cool dampness, and bit it gently, returning his passion with her own building need.
"MMmmmmmmm," she crooned as his hands reached in back of her and unhooked the stay of her brassiere, pulling it up so that he could fondle her luscious orbs and tease her full pink nipples into erectness.
"God, what you're doing to me," he breathed. "T want you so much!"
"I want you," she answered.
He eased himself off the couch and picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Tonight they weren't drugged and they were alone and she knew that she did want him, she wanted him so much! They both quickly undressed and fell together on the bed, their hands reaching for each other and caressing, touching with tenderness as they explored each other's bodies as though it were for the first time.
Her breasts were firm and bulbous under his fingers and her heavy breathing betrayed her anxious yearning.
"Oh, Janice," he choked out, "I love you so much."
She turned so that she was fully on her back, her fingernails digging into the strong, firm flesh of his back, pulling him over onto her. His lips ran down her neck, nibbled voraciously at her shoulders, sucking the hollows of her flesh until they were red until his lips found the hillocks of her warm, mountainous breasts, drawing the nipples into his mouth and sucked them harshly until she was whimpering in her passion.
Her hands held his head planted to her breasts and she wriggled her hips back and forth as he drew gasps and moans from her slightly parted lips. He placed one hand on her smooth flat stomach and rubbed it gently, easing his fingers downward until they touched the soft down of her pubis and reached the juncture of her loins.
"OOOOoohhh," she gasped, as his thumb pressed against her clitoris and rubbed it deliberately, tantalizingly and created a sensual trembling in her legs and in the pit of her stomach.
His penis was fully erect and jerked into the firm, sleekness of her legs with a demanding, impatient urgency like a stallion that had been kept penned in the barn too long. His fingers work more rapidly and furiously between her legs until he could feel her vaginal passage becoming damp with desire.
"Darling," she breathed as he continued to awaken every nerve fiber in her entire body.
His hands felt the cushiony flesh of her hips and pressed his fingers into the well-padded orbs of her buttocks. She lay beneath him, breathing heavily, but mainly passive, waiting for him to show her the way, to lead her to her ultimate release.
Her thighs were firm and smooth and they quivered under his touch. It was difficult for him to contain himself, to keep himself from throwing his hips swiftly over hers and locking into her with one violent thrust, but he gritted his teeth and concentrated on bringing her to the boiling point when she would welcome him inside her. Her hips squirmed like a snake as he buried one finger in the warm cunt opening between her legs and her thighs closed around his hand, holding his fingers inside her where they worked skillfully and gently until she was moaning deep in her throat with desire.
She was quivering all over, her breasts jiggling as she moved and her thighs tightening and relaxing with each stroke of his fingering. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, clinging to him as she would to a raft as she were drowning.
His head moved down further on her body, kissing die smooth skin of her belly and his teeth nipped softly at the folds of skin where her thighs met at the delta of her stomach and legs.
"MMMmmmmffff," she groaned as his tongue flicked out to touch her clitoris and part her vaginal lips. He sucked voraciously at the warm elastic opening bucking under him, his head locked between her knees and she thought that she would explode momentarily.
"Wait," she pleaded with him, not wanting to reach her ultimate satisfaction until he was inside tier, filling her, shooting his hot sperm into her waiting channel.
"Wait," she repeated softly, but urgently.
He lifted his face and moved up so that he was lying next to her, holding her, comforting her trembling body. Her hands reached down between his loins and closed around his erect, thick, pulsing rod and squeezed it gently.
"Let me," she murmured, but the rest of her words trailed off into an indistinguishable whisper, but she pulled away from him and slid down on the bed, her hands still massaging his huge, throbbing cock.
"Oooooo," he groaned, his voice choked with passion, as she let her lips touch the hairiness of his belly, then close around the bulbous, red head of his pulsing prick. Her fingers ran over its length as though she were measuring it as her mouth sucked harder and harder, bringing more and more of his manhood into her mouth and throat.
"Yes ... yes," he gasped as her tongue traced over his outstanding veins and tickled at the base of his immense, hardened cock. Her fingers touched lightly on his genitals and jiggled them softly, feeling their weight and heat. He crushed her breasts in his hands as she mouthed him hungrily in the warm wet confines of her lips intensifying his desire until his head was throbbing and his whole body was shuddering with his pent up passion.
"I've got to have you," he urged, pulling her shoulders upward, but she wouldn't release him, not yet. She wanted to feel his hardened rod of flesh in her mouth, memorize every inch of it so she would know what she had inside her. She sucked harder and harder until she could feel its length way back in her throat and she had to swallow to keep from choking. He was so huge ... so hard, that her small ovaled mouth couldn't accommodate his entire throbbing staff.
When she could feel his penis begin to twitch more rapidly she knew that he, too, was about to cum and she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel his marvelous strength in her, flooding her, fucking her, making her alive again, feel again, with a tenderness that she thought had been buried forever. Gently he urged her upwards and turned her so that she lay on her back, her legs slightly apart as he eased himself between her thighs. He looked down at her and thought how very beautiful she was, how much he loved her and how he wanted to make her happy.
"Now, darling," she urged, pulling at his hips, "Take me no ... love me ... fuck me like you did before!"
Her knees fell apart as he angled himself and lowered his hips so that his hardened cock touched her damp vaginal opening separating the soft hair-lined lips and she could feel his hardness as he entered her. She raised her knees up and his hands slipped beneath her buttocks pulling her up onto him so that he could bury himself in her with his first urgent thrust.
"Aaaaagggghhh," she gasped, as she felt the huge, thick organ tear at her lining and touch the very depths of her passage. He was so big ... so strong ... so demanding. His genitals were swirling like a boiling pot, the heat of his desire barely able to be contained. Her loins were trembling as he forced her knees back against her shoulders as be pounded into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
"That's it," she cooed, "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"
He was grinding into her with steady, hard strokes, letting the head of his shaft rest at her cervix for just a moment before he withdrew and entered her again.
She began to breathe his name over and over again with choked little gasps as he steadily brought her the apex of her passion. She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract, hugging against his male thickness, clinging to it as she held her hips in the air, letting him pull her closer to him as she came.
"Aaaaaaaggggghh," she gasped out in her consuming passion, "I'm dimming, darling ... ooohhh, I'm cumming!"
Her whole face was contorted in her throes of orgasm and desire and she wished that he would cum, fill her deep with his life-giving sperm. As she squirmed on the end of his throbbing prick, she felt it swell slightly, then a quick rush of warm, thick liquid shoot deep up into her contracting cuntal passage.
"Here I cum..." he choked, no longer able to control himself as he felt her vaginal walls pulse around his cock as she came. "I love you..."
"I love you, too," she whispered, locking her legs even tighter around him, holding him while he emptied himself in her.
An indescribable feeling of relief swept through his body, satiating him, relieving him as he felt his once hard prick go limp inside her. He lay motionless on her, whispering in her ear, kissing her neck and face, and tears of joy and satisfaction streamed down her face.
"What's the matter, darling," he asked, "Why are you crying?"
"You just make me so happy," she murmured, hugging him strongly "I'm so very happy!"
He kissed her tear stained cheeks, then rolled off of her and lay down next to her, cradling her in his arms until her sobbing subsided.
"Shhhhh," he comforted her. "It's all right."
CHAPTER 7
The weeks flew by quickly and neither she nor Sara had been bothered again by Mr. Warren. She was finally beginning to relax and believe that the nightmare that had haunted her life was finally over. She and Sam had settled into a nice, comfortable relationship and she knew that she did love him. She had begun a new job that was within walking distance from the apartment and she felt safe and secure. She wondered if Mr. Warren had found some new type of diversion or whether he had just reconsidered his position. The fact that he still had the pictures bothered her, but as long as he didn't threaten to use them, everything would be all right.
Jim had not said anything to Sam about his plan to get the pictures back and get even with Warren, and they had decided that Sam would not mention it to him unless the subject was brought up in another way. They just wanted to forget about the whole horrible incident and block it out of their lives.
Janice was home earlier than usual one day because her office was having a sales meeting and the girls were let off an hour earlier, so she stopped at the mail box to pick up the mail. Sam had usually done this, but today she decided to get it before she went upstairs, there was a letter addressed to Sam or to her in the box, so she took it-up and sat down to read it once she was in the apartment. She couldn't imagine who would be writing to her or to Sam jointly, but once she had the envelope open she realized that they had not heard the last from Mr. Warren. The envelope contained copies of the prints that were taken that night in his hotel room with a note attached demanding that Sam pay him a certain amount of money or he would see to it that he was fired from the company.
"Oh no," she said aloud and ran to the phone to call Sara to see if she had gotten an envelope, but there was no answer!
She looked at the pictures and she could feel that familiar shame creep over her as she looked at her face, contorted with lust as she made love to Sara and to Sam! She put them back in the envelope and hid the letter and blackmail demand in her lingerie drawer, deciding not to tell Sam about it, not right away. He was in line for a promotion and she knew that he couldn't afford the kind of money Warren was demanding and it would just upset him. She wasn't sure what she would do, but she knew that she had to stop him, no matter what the cost. She decided that she would call Warren the next day and tell him that she was going to go to the police, so he'd better change his mind and see what his reaction would be. Her nerves were on edge and she knew that Sam would be home soon, so she poured herself a martini and tried to let the alcohol steel her nerves. She couldn't let Sam know that anything was the matter, everything had been going so smoothly and she couldn't ruin it for him now.
She managed to get through the evening without letting Sam suspect that she had heard anything and their lovemaking that night was as satisfying and wonderful as ever. He was such a tender and understanding lover and he lived just to make her happy and satisfy her, she couldn't ask for a better man.
The next morning after Sam had left for the office, she picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number, and asked for Mr. John Warren.
She was trembling when she heard his voice, and he laughed when she told him who it was.
"Nice to hear from you again, Jan. You think I'd forgotten about you?"
"Hardly," she hissed, "but I called to say that I'm going to the police with that threatening letter, and if need be, to the president of the company. You're not going to bleed Sam for money he doesn't have and ruin his chance for promotion."
"You're really not in a position to bargain, young lady," he chided, his voice cold and unfeeling.
"I don't care," she told him, "I'm going to do as I say. In fact, I haven't even told Sam about the letter!"
"That wasn't very wise," he continued, "I'm sure he'll have more sense than you have."
"Well, I'm not going to, and I know that you wouldn't take that filth into the office, it would be too risky."
"You're very right, my dear," he said, "but there are other ways to get to him."
"I'm not going to discuss this any longer," she insisted, "I'm hanging up and going straight to the police!" She slammed down the receiver, but her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking, knowing that he hadn't been scared and that he may still go through with his threat to hinder Sam's job.
She called her office and told them that she wouldn't be in that day, that she had some personal business that was urgent that she had to attend to, but that she would be in the following day. She hated to do that because she was afraid that Sam may call her, but then she remembered that he had sales calls to make all day and on those days he was usually too busy to call her. She prayed that he wouldn't change his pattern today.
She took a quick shower and dressed quickly. She decided that she would go to Sara's apartment and see what she would advise. She grabbed a taxi and in fifteen minutes she was ringing Sara's doorbell, but there was no answer. She asked the doorman if he had seen her that day and he told her that she had gone out of town for a week or so and wouldn't be back until the following week. There was no way she could get in touch with her until then!
Now she didn't know what to do. She couldn't really go to the police, it would be too embarrassing and there would be a scandal. Then Sam may lose his job anyway and Jim's position would be jeopardized also. She would just have to wait until
Sara got home to see if she had gotten the same letter.
It was a nice day so she decided to walk back to her apartment, besides the fresh air might help her think of something she could do. She walked quickly and in about an hour she was back at her apartment, but she didn't have an alternative solution to her problem. Maybe she would have to tell Sam, but it would crush him, and he had such grand hopes for this promotion.
She collapsed on the couch and began to cry, tears of frustration and anger soaking the pillows of the sofa. She dozed off for a short while, but was awakened by a persistent knock at the door.
"Who is it?" she asked, wondering why the doorman had not announced a visitor.
"Special Delivery," a man's voice said, "for your husband!"
"Just a minute," she told him, "I'll be right there."
She couldn't imagine what Sam would be getting Special Delivery, besides he was not her husband, but then the mailman wouldn't know that. She shuddered at the thought that it might be another letter from Mr. Warren, but she didn't think that it could get there so quickly, especially after she had just spoken to him several hours before.
She opened the door cautiously, but the man pushed past her and closed the door behind him.
"Hello, Janice," he said. It was Warren's friend, the photographer!
"What do you want," she demanded, her voice shaking with anger. "Get out of here!"
She walked to the house phone to call the doorman and ask him to call the police or come up himself and get him out of there, but he grabbed her wrists and slapped her viciously.
"Sit down and shut up," he commanded her, "and nothing too horrible will happen to you."
He went to the phone and she could hear him ask for Mr. Warren.
"She's here," he told her, then paused. "Yes, I'll keep an eye on her until you arrive!"
She was trembling with fear, she couldn't let him come to Sam's apartment, she just couldn't, but it was only one o'clock and Sam wouldn't be home until about five.
The man went to the bar and helped himself to a drink, letting his eyes stare through her body as though he were undressing her.
"We've got to teach you a lesson, lady," he laughed. "You threatened Mr. Warren, so now you'll have to pay!"
"You beast," she screamed, "I'll yell my head off until someone comes to the door!"
He walked to her chair and slapped her hard across the face again. "It will be worse the next time if you do," he told her, his eyes narrowed with hate and vengeance. "I don't like women, especially women like you and I wouldn't hesitate to beat you to a pulp!"
She could tell that he wasn't joking, so she started to sob again, her whole body shaking. Why did she decide to stay home today ... why?
It seemed like hours before there was another knock at the door. The photographer went to answer it and let Mr. Warren in.
"I see you're lovely as ever," he grinned. "Yes indeed."
He sat down on the chair opposite her and just stared. She wished that he would say what he had to say and get out, she didn't want Sam to find them here when he returned.
"What do you want from me?" she asked hesitantly. "I don't have the money you demanded, you know that."
"Yes, I know," Warren answered, "we've come to teach you and Sam a lesson so that you won't be tempted to go to the police again!"
"But I didn't go!" she insisted, "I didn't."
"I didn't think that you really would, however, it isn't nice to threaten things like that, especially because it would prove embarrassing all around and I would deny anything you accused me of."
The two men paced around the living room, helped themselves to drinks and talked to each other, ignoring the fact that she was even there.
"Why don't you have a drink," Warren finally said, "It might relax you."
"I'll make it myself," she answered, not trusting him after the concoction that he gave her the last time, she didn't want to take a chance. She walked to the bar and poured herself a strong gin and tonic. As she bent down to get the ice from the refrigerator, he grabbed at the soft, round contours of her buttocks and squeezed them harshly. She jumped up and beat at his hands, but he grabbed her by the waist and held her securely, letting his one hand grab at her full, voluptuous breasts.
"This is going to be quite a party," Warren laughed and the photographer just grinned lewdly. "We'll see how far your precious Sam will let you go before he meets our terms."
"I told you we don't have the money, what else do you want?"
"There are ways of getting the money, and without Sam finding out, if you're interested."
He released her and she took her drink and went back and sat on the sofa.
"What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly.
"Well, you could entertain at these parties I go to from time to time, or just party with a few of my friends. The money you'd make would go to pay me for the pictures. In a month or so, you'd have them all paid off, and Sam wouldn't even know. You could make some excuse to him when you had to be away."
"I'm not interested," she told him. "I'm not going to be a whore for you, or for anybody, so forget it!"
"Don't be so sure," he reprimanded her. "You just could make the first installment his afternoon and get some of the pictures back. Sam's not here and then he wouldn't owe me so much. Think about it!"
She couldn't believe that he could suggest that she give her body for money, but he was capable of anything and she knew it. It would be a way to pay him off, but what guarantee did she have that he would give her the pictures.
"Come on, Warren," the other man urged. "Let's get on with it!"
"Be patient," he told him, "there's plenty of time before her boyfriend gets home, and he may find our little plan very interesting. I don't think we should exclude him."
"What do you mean?" she gasped, "What plan?"
"You'll see," he answered her matter-of-factly, but not giving her any clue as to what was to happen.
She took long gulps of her drink, finishing it in just a few minutes. The liquor didn't calm her nerves, but she couldn't just sit there and wait like a calf for the slaughter, she had to know what was going to happen, it was driving her crazy.
She got up to make herself another drink, but this time the photographer grabbed at her, pinching her breast as she passed him and grabbing her blouse by the collar. She struggled to pull away from him, but as she pulled, he yanked and the buttons of her blouse scattered over the floor and her smooth white skin, and the luscious mounds of her breasts were revealed in their almost nakedness.
"My, you are anxious," Warren chided him.
She tried to hide her breasts by folding her arms over her chest, then ran toward the bedroom to change her clothes, but Warren blocked her way.
"No sense in changing your clothes, you may ruin others if you do."
"Oh no ... she nearly screamed, but afraid that the other man would slap her again if she did. "You can't do this, Sam will be home in an hour or so."
"We know," he continued, "and that's exactly why we planned it this way."
He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, pulling it free from her brassiere and pinched the nipple harshly until it stood up in involuntary erectness.
"Owl" she cried, and clawed at his menacing hand, running her nails sharply into the back of his hand and wrist.
"You bitch," he spat, "you'll pay for that," he told her, putting his hand to his mouth to stop the bleeding where her fingernails had dug in.
The photographer had positioned himself in back of her and reached out and held her tightly.
"Take her into the bedroom," Warren ordered him, and he dragged the kicking girl by the waist and threw her on the bed, pinioning her with his body. Warren went to his coat and got some heavy wrapping twine, about the strength of clothesline and went into the bedroom.
"Grab her wrists," he commanded his friend, "Let's show her who's in command here!"
The two men stretched out her wrists and tied them quickly and securely to the bed posts at the top of the bed. She kicked furiously, flailing her legs in every direction so that it was difficult for them to get near her, but Warren reached out and grabbed one of her legs roughly and held it tight.
"You'd better calm down or we'll have to cut your clothes off you rather than take them off, so you have your choice."
He held her legs, grasping her ankles so firmly that she thought her circulation would stop, while the other man fumbled with the button and zipper on her skirt, slowly easing it over her hips then over one foot, then the other. She lay there clad only in her black brassiere and brief, bikini panties and stockings. The men leered down at her helpless position and laughed.
"What should I take next," the photographer asked lecherously, sadistically.
"Take the panties so we can get her ankles secured, I don't want to have them hiding anything from us."
The other man laughed and hooked his fingers inside the tight elastic of her panties and slowly eased his fingers inside them. His hands were hot and sweaty against her skin and she squirmed as he touched the delta of her loins.
"What a sweet, soft pussy," he murmured, then cruelly jammed one finger inside her dry, unwanting channel. "And tight, too!"
"Take it easy," Warren laughed, "we don't want to get her all excited, now, do we?"
The other man withdrew his finger and yanked at the thin panties, pulling them quickly off and throwing them in the pile with her blouse and skirt.
"Help me turn her," Warren asked the man. "I want her hips sideways, I have something special in mind for the little lady this afternoon. Something that I know Sam would enjoy seeing!"
She was squirming and bucking helplessly on the bed, trying to muster all her strength to fight the two men off, but she knew that it was hopeless, she was no match for their maniacal strength and sadism. Warren pulled harshly at her calves and ankles and the other man grabbed her hips, turning her on her side so that her hands were tied straight above her head, but her hips were turned so that her right ankle was being tied to the left bed post and her left leg was pulled behind her and tied to the right post. She felt as though she were being split in two and her arms and legs ached from the awkward position. When she was securely fastened, Warren yanked at her brassiere and ripped it from her body. His mouth immediately covered her breasts and sucked noisily on her nipples.
"Let me," the other man pleaded. "Let me do something!"
He was unbuttoning his slacks and reaching for his rigid, throbbing organ until it sprung free from its confinement. "I want her to suck it for me!"
Janice gritted her teeth, there was no way they could make her take that perverted little man in her mouth. His stubby organ was about the size of a boy's and she could hardly keep from laughing.
He knelt beside her on the bed, forcing Warren to move down further and direct his attentions elsewhere, while he aimed his short, fat prick at her tightly closed lips.
"Open up," he commanded her. "Open your mouth." She rolled her head from side to side, but she kept her teeth tightly clenched, refusing his order. He grabbed her face in his hands and pushed his fingers harshly in between her lips and pulled them cruelly. When she gasped in pain from his horrid stretching, he leaned forward and shoved his boyish stub between her teeth.
"Suck it nice, you bitch," he shouted. "Suck it nice or you'll pay!"
Her lips closed around his small, fat cock and sucked slowly on the swollen head. She could feel the weight of his testicles throbbing against her chin and she thought that she would suffocate as he nearly sat on her throat in an effort to keep himself inside her. His prick didn't seem to get any longer even from her mouthing, it just wiggled around on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't bring it any further into her throat if she had wanted to.
In the meantime, Mr. Warren had busied himself exploring and fingering the intimate channel of her vagina. He prodded gently at first, separating her vaginal lips and peering into what lay between them.
"What a small pussy," he groaned. "It's so nice, so nice ... then he let his finger push roughly into the open gash before his eyes.
"MMMM ... aaagggh," she gasped as the thickness of his fat finger pushed into her and wiggled maliciously, torturing her. When she gasped, the other man's prick slipped from between her lips and he grabbed her head again.
"Suck me again, harder ... harder," he threatened her. "Make me cum, you bitch!"
The thought of his stubby cock cumming inside her mouth made her feel nauseous and she wished that Sam would get home and rescue her from these two horrible men, but she knew that it would at least be another hour before his key would turn in the lock. But, in another way, she wished that he wouldn't come home, she didn't w ant him to see her like this, not again!
Warren was nibbling harshly on the soft, supple flesh of her inner thighs, working his way toward the juncture of her loins. His tongue slavered over her smooth, white skin and she shuddered as he neared his goal. Because of the way she was tied, it would be difficult for him to position his face at the vee of her loins, but his tongue was teasing her, making her react involuntarily to his lewd caress. Her thighs were trembling as he worked his finger furiously inside her and his mouth sucked and nibbled so close to her vaginal opening.
The other man was perspiring as he rocked faster and faster into her mouth, his short, fat prick pulsing with lust as she sucked disgustedly on his manhood.
"I'm gonna make it, John," he shouted, "I'm gonna make it!" His voice was choked with passion and he turned to look at the other man. It was as though he had never had a woman in his life. John Warren ignored his jubilant cry and did not lift his face from her legs. Janice could feel his fat stump grow thicker and begin to twitch. For a moment she thought that he would jerk out of her mouth, but he raised up further on his knees so that his loose, hairy testicles hung at her throat and he slammed down into her furiously as the first drop of his semen spurted out and left a slightly bitter sweet taste in her mouth.
God, no, she prayed. Don't let this awful man cum in my mouth, please make it impossible, but then erratic spirits of his white thickened sperm began to spurt down her throat. She swallowed the bitter tasting offering to keep from choking, but she thought that she would be sick and wished that he would get it over with and let her alone. He was bouncing on the bed, ecstatic over his accomplishment, and his head was thrown back as she swallowed the last drop of his semen and his tiny prick slid easily from between her lips. He looked down at his limp organ as it seemed to disappear back into his loins, hidden completely by his thick mat of black pubic hair. It was a ludicrous sight, and she thought no wonder he hates women, he couldn't satisfy one with that thing if he tried. She turned her head and tried to dry her mouth on the bedspread, but her neck could not turn quite that far, so his pungent sperm was left to dry on her lips.
Warren had worked his finger wildly inside her and in spite of her revulsion she could feel herself begin to involuntarily react to his fingering and her passage was becoming damp with her own juices. His tongue was licking between her legs, flicking out teasingly at her tiny clitoris, urging it, tantalizing it into unwilling hardness.
"Uuuuuugggghh," she moaned as he roughly forced a second finger into her, straining her vaginal walls with the pressure. He knew that he was torturing her, that soon she wouldn't be able to treat his caresses so stoically, that eventually she would have to react to him, beg for him, but he
Wasn't going to give it to her this time, he was going to let her hang on the verge of her fulfillment until he could satisfy his own sadistic plan.
"Do it to her," the other man begged him, his eyes glassy with carnal lust as he watched. He was vicariously stimulated not so much by what Warren was doing to the girl, but the look of hideous fear and revulsion on her facel
He knew that she was suffering, that she didn't want to feel anything, but he also knew that she would feel something soon she would slowly begin to feel that burning sensation deep in her belly and in her vagina that he had seen her feel before, but he also knew that Warren had something else in mind. He would have liked to see him fuck her, shove his massive prick into her until she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him toward her like a depraved animal, but this was still his fantasy.
"OOOOOOOOOO," she moaned again and again as he wiggled his fingers skillfully inside her, lifting her hips from the bed with his roughness.
"You want it, don't you," he gloated, finally lifting his lips from where they had been buried. "You hot little bitch, you want it!"
She gritted her teeth so that she wouldn't cry out, so that her gasps and moans wouldn't betray her, but her body was burning as though she were a hot coal, smoldering and about to burst into flames. She rationalized that it was just a normal reaction, that her mind could not control her body, it was beyond that point. Warren knew all the sensitive parts of her body, and without removing his fingers from her moist, quivering cunt, he crushed his mouth against her breasts once again. The nipples sprung into erectness at his touch and he bit and sucked them harshly, bringing groans from deep in her throat.
Her whole body was heaving with anxiety and she tried to free herself from her bonds, but the more she struggled, the tighter they became until the rope was cutting into her wrists, bruising and burning them.
Warren was breathing heavily as he manipulated the girl anyway he wanted to, did whatever he pleased with her, she was his puppet and he liked that.
"Fuck her," the other man urged, "Fuck her good!"
Do something, her body cried silently, I can't take muck more of this.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please!"
"Please, what?" he challenged her, but she grit her teeth again and would not answer him.
"I think that she wants it," Warren laughed, biting cruelly at her breasts until the skin rose in red welts between his teeth marks.
When Warren was sufficiently satisfied that he had brought her almost to her zenith, he slid off the bed, leaving her there unattended and squirming, her body wracked with desire and no satisfaction forthcoming, at least not for the moment.
"Look at her," the other giggled, "she's going out of her mind. Look at her squirm!"
He reached over and ran his fingers lightly between her legs, just brushing her tender vaginal lips and feeling the moisture that was gathering there. She tried to angle her legs so that his finger would go inside her, but each time she moved forward, he would move his hand backwards, just out of touch.
"Oh God," she groaned, "Ooooohhh God!"
"Awful, isn't it?" Warren hissed. "That's what you women do to men all the time ... tease and run; well, now you're being paid back!"
"Let me touch her again ... just once," the photographer asked Warren as though he were his servant. "She's so soft!"
"Touch her gently, but don't let her cum, we must save that for the last coup." He reached out and squeezed her breasts, feeling the soft, warm flesh ooze between his fingers as he grasp.
"Aaaaaggghhh ... mmmmmmmmm," she groaned again, her body tingling with desire as he touched her, caressed her. They could have done anything to her at that moment, it wouldn't have mattered, but she couldn't take the pressure in her loins much longer.
Warren looked at his watch and said, "He should be here any minute. Help me grab him when he does and get the chair and the rope ready. We must have a captive audience for our final performance!"
"No ... no," she sobbed. "You can't!"
"Maybe you'll listen to me after this, my dear," he continued. "We're just going to teach you both a lesson."
It wasn't too much after that she heard Sam's key in the lock and he called her name. Before she had a chance to warn him, the two men grabbed him from behind and quickly hog-tied his wrists and forced him into the bedroom.
"God ... NO,! " he screamed, Let her go!" he pleaded.
She was crying hysterically now and Sam looked so helpless with his hands tied behind his back as they forced him into a chair and tied him there, facing the bed where she was tied. She struggled at her bonds, but there was nothing she could do.
"Now, Mr. Carey," Warren began. "Your little girlfriend threatened to go to the police with my little note and pictures, so we are going to teach you both that it wouldn't be a good idea."
"What note," he demanded, "I didn't see any note!"
Janice was crying too hard to answer him, but Warren held the packet of pictures up in front of him and made him study each one carefully, then he read him the note which demanded the money.
"You poor baby, why didn't you tell me," he asked, his voice choked with emotion.
She couldn't answer him, but Warren asked him, "What do you intend to do?"
"I'll work it out someway, but you know that I don't have that kind of money now!"
"Too bad, because now you're going to watch your girl earn some of that money to pay me back. I've already offered her an alternative, but she turned me down."
"You bastard," Sam spat at him, "You filthy animal!"
Warren was slowly stripping off his clothes, his erection already evident through his shorts. He was grinning lewdly, watching the horrified look on Sam's face, and waiting to see what his reaction would be when he, Warren finally rammed his hardened cock in his sweet, innocent girlfriend's tight little pussy.
"You know what to do," he directed the question to his companion. "Let me get in her and get her started, then cut her ankles free!"
"Noooo," Janice moaned, "Please. ... don't!"
Sam was struggling to get free from the chair but it was useless, he was tied too securely and there was nothing he could do, but watch the degrading spectacle being performed upon Janice's naked body.
Warren ran his fingers over her moist, throbbing cunt several more times until he could feel her dampness on his fingers, then he traced his fingers between the full, luscious cheeks of her buttocks, wetting them with her own juice. She was squirming as he touched her and he inserted a finger harshly into her vagina, wiggling it furiously, getting her ready for his impending impalement of her genitals.
"See how she wants it," he taunted. "She's so ready.. . so wet."
Janice had her eyes tightly closed, not wanting to look at the two men who had been torturing her, and she couldn't bear to look at Sam.
Warren moved up on the bed in back of her, working his finger deep in her cunt, then moisting the crevice of her buttocks once again. She could feel his massive, throbbing organ jerk against her behind, pushing into the soft flesh of her buttocks and she tried to pull away, hut his hands slipped around her waist and pulled her back towards him. His hands fondled her behind, taking great handfuls of her soft, ample flesh between his fingers and squeezing. His fingers prodded at her back opening, pulling her cheeks firmly, cruelly apart until he could see the tiny puckered hole of her anus. His finger prodded at the fleshy virginal ring and probed teasingly around the tight elastic opening.
"AAAAAAGGGGHHH," she screamed, her eyes opening in terror, knowing what they were going to do!
"NO ... GOD, NO!" Sam screamed. "You can't do that!"
The two men just laughed and gloated while Warren eased his hips up against her widely pulled apart buttocks.
"This isn't going to be easy," he growled, "She's so fucking tight!"
He held her buttocks apart, separating them until they were squashed out like two balloons. He guided his prick at her opening until the thick, red head of his monstrous, pulsing cock was pushing against the small brown ringed hole. His hands gripped her thighs and waist and pulled her back onto him, tearing at her tight, tender flesh as he jammed his staff into her until it stuck.
"Aaauuuuuuggggg," she screamed again, feeling her skin give way to accommodate his giant organ. She felt like she would faint from the pain and she buried her head in the bedspread and closed her eyes!
"Hold her head up," he shouted to the other man, "I want her to see Sam while I fuck her. I want him to see her suffer so he'll know what to expect if he doesn't come through."
Tears were streaming down Janice's face and she could hardly catch her breath because of the agonizing pain. He pulled at her buttocks again, shoving further and further into her constricting channel. Her tight wall of flesh gave way and he could feel its tightness clamp painfully around his throbbing prick and he stopped momentarily so that he could adjust himself to the pressure, then jammed into her again. He could see his erect staff disappear between her firm buttock cheeks, like a knife into a pillow. Her face was contorted in agony and pain, humiliation and shame. She wanted to die, she couldn't stand it any longer.
When he was almost fully imbedded in her anus he ordered the other man to cut her legs loose. He freed her with a slash of a knife and Warren's hands gripped her pelvis and pulled her fully back onto him. His penis ached from the tightness, but it felt good. He had never felt anything so tight in his life and that, along with the knowledge that she was suffering, nearly brought him to an early climax. Her arms were still tied and she tried to roll her body away from him, but he was too strong for her weak, futile efforts.
Her lips bled as she bit into them trying to keep from screaming. She knew that Sam was suffering along with her and she had already caused him enough hurt and pain.
He sawed impassively into her, his lips curled back over his teeth in an evil grin as he enjoyed the tightness of her passage. A glaring hatred burned in his eyes as he impaled the helpless girl while her equally helpless lover watched horror stricken from the edge of the bed.
Her stomach ached and churned as he pulled his huge rod out almost to the end, then tore at the skin once again as he rammed his hot, thick cock back into her tiny anus. His testicles bounced against the back of her thighs as he manipulated her like a marshmallow on a stick, and buried his manhood to the very hilt so that her buttocks were flat against his hips.
"Ssooooo good," he crooned, looking at Sam. "She's got such a nice, tight little hairless ass. You should have tried it!"
Sam was red with anger and frustration, knowing that this man was painfully ripping into his girl, torturing her and shaming her. He wasn't sure that all the love in the world would or could ever erase this experience from her mind.
She sobbed uncontrollably as her body was rifled, her back passage cruelly deflowered, relentlessly penetrated.
The other man stood almost passively while Warren drubbed harder and harder into her, but his hands were clutching feverishly at his trousers, feeling his nubby penis begin to grow erect. He liked to see women suffer when they were fucked, it excited him as no normal lovemaking could.
Janice tried to arrange her body so that the pressure would be lessened, but his rod was monstrous and no matter how she squirmed it just got worse.
"Look at her go," Warren laughed, "I think she's beginning to like it!"
"STOP ... STOP ... PLEASE," she gasped as his fingers reached down in front of her and pulled the lips of her vagina apart with his fingers while she was impaled on his throbbing phallus. He could feel the dampness between her legs and he played and pulled at her vagina and rubbed his thumb furiously over her clitoris until she was half screaming, half moaning in the humiliating knowledge that her body was suddenly beginning to react to his horrible, teasing manipulations of her helpless sexual genitals.
His fingers were skilled and he knew that she couldn't resist her climax if he didn't stop his fingering, no matter how much her other passage ached. He wanted Sam to watch her cum with another man buried in her, fucking her behind, fucking her like no one had before. He grinned and increased the rhythm of his fingers, prodding slowly, tantalizingly into her wet vagina. He could feel the heat and weight of his own prick with his fingers and his brow was covered with perspiration in an effort to stay his own climax until she had cum, until he had made her suffer that final humiliation, until he had made her cum!
"UUUmmmmm," she gasped involuntarily feeling her vaginal walls begin to lubricate heavily from his playing. Her clitoris was hard and aching as his thumb rubbed relentlessly over the erect knob, urging, forcing her nearer and nearer to unwanted orgasm.
"OOOOOOOO," her lips parted, a low groan echoing in her throat. She was momentarily relieved of the pain in her anus as the pressure in her loins reached a breaking point. She looked up at Sam wildly, her eyes glazed with passion and pleading with him to forgive her as she gasp and moaned and felt the cruel hard relief of climax Hooding her whole body.
"I'm cumming ... cumming," she gasped, as he held her firmly implanted between his thick, fat prick and his skillfully working fingers.
"That's it," he crooned, "Oh, so nice ... that's it!"
He had accomplished what he wanted to do, humiliate her, shame her, then satisfy her in front of her boyfriend. She had submitted to her animal instincts and she was subservient to him. He had done it!
He pulled his fingers from her throbbing, sated vagina and grasp her thighs, wiggling his hips up against her buttocks, letting the head of his penis stay deep inside her.
His stomach was a mass of jangled nerves, his body trembled as he too was on the verge of his climax. The close tightness of her behind constricted around his rod, sending quick little electric shocks through his body. He bucked up against her buttocks, jerking his legs and hips into her so that she moved across the bed. He was quivering all over, then suddenly stiffened and groaned as the stream of pent-up spend shot deep up into her rectum, lubricating her warm, throbbing passage with his hot viscous fluid.
"Ooohh yes," he gasped as he jerked and jerked into her, filling her, defiling her, punishing her.
Sam could no longer look at the horrid spectacle before him and his eyes closed and his head dropped. Janice was laying motionless on the bed as this man filled her again and again with his sperm, lewd, wet her own betraying body still twitching every once in awhile from the release of her own tension.
When he had finished with her, his own climax fulfilled, he pushed her away from his like she was nothing more than a rag doll.
"That's how I treat your precious Janice," he gloated. "Did you like the show?"
"You pig," Sam spat, "You ll pay for this."
"No, I think you have it wrong. You'll pay for it, or Janice will pay for you, just like she did today!"
Janice lay sobbing, while the other man released her wrists. She rubbed them where the red welts had grown and Warren quickly dressed.
"You can untie him after we leave," Warren warned her, "not before."
It didn't take them long to get their things together and leave the apartment and she hurriedly cut the ropes that were holding Sam. She threw her arms around his waist and sobbed, begging him to forgive her.
"Take it easy," he consoled her. "There's nothing to forgive, it wasn't your fault. I wish that you would have told me about the note, but I know that you were trying to protect me."
"I'm so sorry," she choked. "So sorry!"
He picked her up and laid her on the bed and brought her a damp towel. "I'll make us a drink, you relax and we can talk about it later."
He left the room, slamming his fists at everything in sight. He had never felt so frustrated in his life, so helpless, but he couldn't allow this to continue and ruin their lives.
CHAPTER 8
They discussed what they could do, and the only real solution was to go to the authorities. They knew that it would be embarrassing for them, but if Sara and Jim agreed, that was what they would do. Sam knew that it might be the end of his job, that there would be a scandal, but maybe it could be kept quiet and he could continue to work there. If the whole thing blew up, they could always move and find jobs in another big city where no one knew them.
They waited until the following week when Sara returned from her trip, and then the four of them got together at the apartment one night.
"I think we should pay him and get the pictures back," Jim said. "My wife will divorce me if this comes out and I won't have a job or a penny to my name. I think going to the police is too risky."
"But we can't all go on paying him for the rest of our lives," Sam insisted, "and you know that hell have other copies made so that he will have it over our heads. We're not dealing with a logical, sane person."
"Maybe we could get something on him, something at one of those parties he was talking about, then we'd be able to blackmail him." Sara suggested.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea, but what makes vou think that he'd let you in to another one of his parties?" Sam inquired.
"Well, I haven't answered his threatening note yet, he must know that I've been out of town. So tomorrow I could call him and ask him to come to mv apartment, I want to talk to him, even pretend that I have the money."
"Yes, go on," Jim said. "I don't think I'm going to like this, but it may be our only way."
"Well, you know how he is. I could make a play for him, then turn him down. He'd get angry and then I could change my mind. I know that I could get him into the bedroom with little or no trouble."
"I don't like it!" Jim interjected. "You re asking for trouble."
"But it may be our only other solution." She insisted. "It won't be easy for me to let that horrible man touch me, but then one of you could be in the closet with a camera and take the pictures that we'd need to blackmail him. I'd keep my face tuned away from the closet door so I wouldn't be recognized, and there is our way out!"
"It may work at that," Jim said, "but are you sure you want to go through with it, darling?"
"It's our only chance, we've got to take it. I'll call him first thing in the morning."
"I'll go to the office early," Jim said, then Sam and I can sneak into the apartment before Warren arrives and hide. I'll go out and buy a Polaroid this afternoon and plenty of film, so we'll be all set."
Janice and Sam went back to their apartment and tried to sleep, but there was too much on their minds and they just tossed and turned for most of the night.
The next morning, as promised, Sara called Mr. Warren and told him that she was alone and she would like to see him.
"That's sensible,' he told her, "You're a smart girl!"
"I just thought that maybe we could work something out," she told him. "After all I want to be reasonable."
He laughed and told her that he would be there by noon. She was nervous as she paced up and down her apartment waiting for the doorbell to ring. She smoked one cigarette after the other and wished that Jim and Sam would hurry up. They arrived at her apartment shortly after her call to Warren and set themselves up in the bedroom, checking to see if the cameras were set and ready to go.
At twelve on the dot her doorbell rang for the second time, and she forced a smile as she invited hi in in. She was wearing a loose fitting robe that was nearly transparent, knowing that he would get what she had in mind right away.
"Well, this is a surprise,' he said, looking eagerly at her luscious body.
"Just a minute," she said, as his hands went out to touch her. "We have business to discuss!"
"So, we do. What did you have in mind?"
"You say you want money for those pictures you have. Well, I just thought that we could arrange it so I could earn some of that money, understand?" She walked away from him, letting the sunlight stream in in back of her so that she was sure he could see the outline of her naked body beneath the robe.
"I'm sure that we could work something out," he chuckled. "You're so clever, I never would have thought of it!"
"Sure," she said sarcastically, but then checked herself.
"We could start right now," she taunted him. "I'm more than willing." And she started to walk to the bedroom. He grabbed for her and yanked at the thin silk of her robe, pulling it down around her shoulders, revealing her fully rounded firm breasts.
"Oh, you are anxious," she teased him. "Well, I'll slip out of this while you get undressed, it will be faster that way. She took off her robe and went to the closet to hang it up, leaving the door slightly open so that the men could see out. Warren was fumbling with his shirt and trousers and she walked over to him and helped him with his clothes, then fell backwards on the bed, licking her lips and smiling invitingly.
"Come here," she cooed, "I want to feel a real man!"
That was all the encouragement he needed, and he fell on top of her, his huge penis already erect and pulsing against her leg. She rolled over on her side so that her face would not show in the picture, and she took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately.
"Play with me," he urged her, "Play with me."
He was like a child begging for a playmate, but she let her hands slowly travel down his body until she could feel the veined hardness of his huge prick. He lifted his hips so that she could feel all of it and he leaned back and closed his eyes, reveling in his new found fortune and letting his body take over. Jim stuck his head out from the closet and snapped the first picture. He didn't seem to hear the noise because Sara was whispering, murmuring lewd and exciting phrases to him, telling him what a stud he was, how marvelous he would feel inside her. She wanted to be sick, but this was their only hope and she couldn't ruin it now. His hands reached up and grabbed her breasts and he buried his face in them, sucking greedily on her nipples. Snap, the men took another picture!
Warren was ecstatic, he had finally found a willing partner and as he prodded and pushed her, making her contort into masochistic positions while he fondled himself and her, Jim and Sam were able to take a complete roll of film.
He was just about to mount her, his passion at its height, his hot, thick prick poised to enter her, when Jim snapped the last picture and came out from the closet.
Sam grabbed Warren while Sara ran to put something on and he held him tightly, holding his arms in a hammerlock.
"Now we've got you," Jim challenged, showing him just a few of the photos he had taken. "How'd you like your wife to get some of these. Wouldn't it blow the roof off your nice little suburban home?"
Warren was sweating and shaking, he hadn't planned on this, he didn't think they would have the nerve to do the very things he himself had done.
He didn't know what to say, his mouth was dry and his whole body was trembling.
"Now you know how it feels," Jim screamed, "you little bastard!"
"Okay, okay," Warren conceded, "What do you want?"
"I want you to bring us every copy of your pictures, along with the negatives and we will ass them right here. You stay away from all of us from now on.'
"What about your pictures," he stammered, "What are you going to do with them?"
"Nothing as long as you keep your end of the bargain. I'll keep them where they'll be safe and won't use them, but if you ever so much as try to see any one of us again, I'll use them, and I'll use them in the right places!"
His voice was shaking with anger as he spoke and Warren knew that he didn't have a choice.
"I'll meet you back here this evening with the pictures and the negatives, I promise, but please don't show them to my wife."
It was almost ludicrous to see the man that had once been so sure of himself, so threatening, the man who was making all of them jump, frightened and trembling. He was afraid of his wife! What his wife would say! You couldn't really blame him for she probably would have had him committed, which was where he belonged, but it wasn't up to them to be the judge and jury, all they wanted was their own rights, someone else could take care of him.
Sara glared at him with contempt as he hurriedly got dressed and ran from the apartment, then the three of them sat down and laughed nervously, hardly able to believe that it was all over.
"I'd better call Jan and tell her that everything's okay, I know she's worried."
He walked to the phone and dialed her office number.
"Darling," he said, "I love you, and everything's fine. It's going to be just fine!"
"Thank God," she sighed, "I was so frightened for Sara and for you and Jim. "It's hard to believe that it's finally over."
"Warren is bringing the pictures to us this evening, along with the negatives, so come over to Sara's after work rather than going home, I'll meet you here."
She told him that she would and hung up. She couldn't wait for five o'clock to get there, she wanted to see them burn the awful pictures, burn them out of their lives forever.
The two couples sat in Sara's apartment for several hours, drinking and talking and waiting for Warren. Around eight o'clock they began to get a little edgy wondering what was keeping him. Surely he wouldn't dare not to come back, he was too frightened and Jim promised that he would use those pictures against him and he would if necessary. Finally the doorbell rang at nine and Warren came in. He handed the pictures to Jim, who checked to see if they were all there, and the negatives. Satisfied that they were, he lit a match to them and threw them in an ashtray to burn to ashes.
"I m warning you, Warren, if this isn't the last of these, I'll use the pictures I have. If you play it straight, nothing will happen!"
"I can't live under that kind of pressure," he begged, "Please give me the pictures now."
"Now you know how we felt," Sam said, "It isn't very pleasant, is it?"
"Please give them to me," he pleaded, his voice choked with emotion.
"Maybe in a week or so, Warren, but right now, they're staying locked in a drawer. You know that we can't trust you!"
The man was almost in tears as he left the four people standing there glaring at him, but smiles of relief glimmering on their faces. He walked slowly to the elevator und pushed the button. Half way between floors he pushed the emergency button and brought the car to a halt, pulled out a small gun that was in his pocket and put it to his head. A loud blast reverberated through the hallways and the building and the people were coming out into the hall to see what had happened, but there was no one in sight.
A few minutes later the doorman knocked on Sara's door and spoke to the people. "A man just committed suicide in the elevator, did you just have a visitor?"
The four of them just looked at each other and then Jim said, "No sir, we haven't, who was it?"
"A man named Warren, shot himself, didn't look that old either. Well, it takes all kinds!"
Jan and Sara sank into their chairs, hoping that their shocked looks and trembling hands would not give them away. The door man closed the door and said, "Good night, have a nice evening!"
"How awful," Sara gasped, "Look what we did to him, the poor man!"
"There was something wrong with him to start with," Sam told her. "Granted, I don't feel any better about it than you do, but he just cracked under the same pressure he had put on us. He was a very sick man."
"I guess you're right," Jan said, "but I still feel we pushed him over the edge."
"We can't think about the past now," he comforted her, "We have a bright future to look forward to, and soon this will only be a bad memory. I can't expect that any of us will ever forget it, but we can't go on living and let it haunt our lives, it wouldn't be fair."
He took Jan by her hand, said good-night to Sara and Jim, and walked with her out into the cool night air.
"Welcome to Manhattan, darling," he whispered. "I'm awfully glad you're here."
