The author of this realistically modern novel, has presented for the first time, with remarkable clarity and honesty, the problems that present themselves to the women of our fighting men overseas. He has restricted his focus to this particular problem but it goes without saying that it applies as well to any who have experienced long periods of enforced loneliness and the ensuing worry be she the wife of long distance truck drivers or the wife of this jet-age, on-the-go harried executive.
We, in our technologically advanced age and affluent American society, tend to forget that women, just as men, are physical human adults and have the same emotional and physical needs. Perhaps because men make all the legal judgments in our society, this is naturally true.
His timing in writing this particular novel is excellent because it comes during a period of increased social and economic freedom for women. They are becoming more and more judged as equals to what have been for centuries their masters the male animal.
Sometimes, the greatest moral strength and purpose can be perverted and used by unscrupulous people for their own profit and pleasure oriented end. It is in this type of underhanded situation that this type of moral stance and belief can be sadistically used against them.
The author has brilliantly and realistically portrayed this dilemma in the poignant story of one girl's struggle to save her identity and marriage against impossible odds and strong desires.
First, he successfully depicts the loneliness and frustration felt by Alice Compton and shows how she is slowly drawn into a situation of evil purpose where, under normal circumstances, she would have had the moral fiber to resist. Bearing up as best as possible against a seemingly endless sense of loneliness and trying to bottle up normal feelings that would have had an outlet, Alice makes foolish decisions. Decisions that were, in themselves, innocent enough and well meaning on her part, but were used against her because she was trusting. Tempted yet, trusting, she was lured, by an evil plan, into a situation that the author depicts graphically, sparing the reader none of the details.
The author here used the excuse of narcotic intensification of sensual pleasure to justify her surrender to the erotic demands of her pent-up sexual urges. In our opinion, this submission on her part would have occurred anyway without the use of this make-shift excuse. The prime importance of the use of narcotics must be remembered and made clear. The drug was used only to soften the blow to Alice's conscience. In other words, she was doing something alien to her way of life and something, had her mind and senses been clear, she would not have done so readily.
She was a true and faithful wife in her own mind and would remain that way all her married life. It was the destruction of her ego that the narcotic protected and allowed her the rationalization that she was betrayed by the only friend she had in the world. Even with this protective shield of unreality supplied by the drug, Alice came close to suicide when she realized the extent of her orgiastic sexual involvement with total strangers.
Another aspect of this powerful story comes to the fore when Alice's real loveable and strong moral character comes to the fore by way of contrast to the depravity of Garson Kline, a blackmailer and corrupter of women. One can't help but be in sympathy as she tried vainly to repair a weak moment in her life and regain a damning film taken by Kline when she succumbed to the pleasures of her flesh. Baffled and outwitted at every turn by the totally amoral and vicious man, one watches Alice Compton sink to the levels where she no longer has any self-respect or regard; all in a vain human, pathetic attempt to save her marriage with the man she loves.
Certain critics, who have read the manuscript prior to publication, have passed the judgment that her "giving in" shows an innate flaw in her character and that no later degree of fortitude and bearing can make up for it. But they miss the point. It is at precisely this point, when all is lost, that the test of true courage and moral character begin.
All of us, at one time or another in our lives, are forced to confront loneliness and react to it totally on our own. All of us, at one time or another, have had to look back and regret an action or decision that was made out of the cauldron of loneliness.
It is how and why we recover from our acts that is the true test of a person's mettle. The author has depicted with great clarity and sensitivity the struggles of one person, Alice Compton whose story is told in the following searing pages.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Garson Kline seated himself in an over-stuffed chair and watched the proceedings with a glittering eye, idly playing with a lighted cigarette in his hand. A tall thin man with an aristocratic face, he sat upright with the bearing of a Prussian officer. A cynical smile played around his thin lips as he watched what was going on in the center of the darkened room.
A small platform, covered with soft black velvet, occupied the center of the room. Small spotlights played down on the platform and a portable backing of mirrors had been placed behind the platform so that Kline, and the participants, could see their reflection. Kline wearing only an expensive silk robe, flicked ashes from his cigarette and said, in a slight accent, "Begin."
On signal, two young Mexican men stepped from behind the mirrors and up onto the black platform. They were tall and muscular, both of them in their twenties and both of them stark naked. They grinned at one another and stood, waiting.
Molly Tuff, a stunning redhead, stepped out from behind the mirrors and was assisted up onto the platform by one of the grinning young men. It was obvious she had been drinking, for she swayed, almost losing her balance as she walked out onto the platform. She wore nothing but a flowing green robe and, as she stepped into the spotlight, her ample figure was silhouetted under the robe. Molly, in her late thirties, still possessed a curvaceous figure, with large breasts, pale-pink nipples, a firm stomach, swanning hips and long full thighs that tapered down to shapely calves.
Still grinning, the two Mexicans led her to the center of the stage. Their cocks were already beginning to swell in anticipation of pleasures to come. Both of the men were in excellent physical condition; a matter of their employment, for their main purpose was to act as Kline's bodyguards.
Molly put one hand to her eyes, shielding them against the glare of the spotlights, and squinted out into the darkened living room of Garson Kline's spacious desert ranch house. "Garson, please, couldn't we-"
Her voice trailed off as Kline wagged his head in the dark, clucking his tongue. "Now, now," he said, as if speaking to a child, "You know my wishes and you know how I can be if I don't have my way. And besides, me dear," and his voice dropped to an insinuating whisper, "You know that you like it. Don't you?"
Molly shrugged, a look of helplessness coming over her pretty face. "I guess so."
"You guess so?" Kline's voice came out of the dark sharp and cruel. "You guess? Perhaps I didn't hear you, my dear. What was that again?"
"I do," Molly said, slurring her words and looking down.
"I couldn't hear you," Kline said as the two naked Mexicans exchanged looks and laughs.
"I do," Molly said, raising her voice.
"Do what?" Kline asked in that mocking tone again."
"like it." Molly said, shielding her eyes again.
"Very good. Now, like a first-grader, let's hear you say the whole thing."
Molly took a deep breath, her luscious breasts rising and falling under the filmy robe. "I do like it."
"Your enthusiasm overwhelms me, my dear. Very well. That will do for now. In a little while, you'll be begging for more." Kline stubbed out his cigarette and chuckled. "You see, I know you only too well. Diego, Chico, begin!" he commanded in a sharp tone.
The two Mexican's were only too eager. The one called Chico grabbed Molly roughly and pressed his body against her, Molly resisting feebly. His tongue probed into her mouth while from behind, Diego fondled her firm buttocks under the gown then lewdly pressed his hardening prick against the soft yielding crevice as Chico ground his prick into her loins in front.
Molly squirmed and Diego let out a low "ahhh," and getting a fistful of her long red hair, he jerked her head around and back until his tongue could find her wide open mouth.
Garson Kline crossed his legs and laced his fingers together, settling back to watch the writhing figures on the stage as Chico opened the front of her gown to the waist and took her two large breasts in his hands and squeezed them, fondling the nipples between his fingers and watching them grow tight and erect. His hungry mouth enveloped them and he sucked greedily while Molly, her head still held back, moaned into Diego's mouth.
Diego continued probing her willing mouth with his tongue as his arm slipped around her waist and forced her to lean back against him, bending her knees and forcing her to thrust out her hips in a lewd helpless manner. Chico opened the robe the rest of the way, revealing her jutting hipbones and the V-shaped pubic triangle of flaming red hair. Still sucking on the tips of her breasts, his hands forced her thighs apart and his fingers probed and caressed the fleshy parting of her vagina.
All resistance left Molly and mechanically she slumped forward, held up only by Diego, her eyes closed and a depraved smile playing about her lips as Chico parted the. lips of her vagina, revealing the pale pink interior of her cunt already beginning to glint in the spotlight with unwilling lubrication. His finger worked in and out while his thumb found her clitoris and rubbed it, like a ball bearing, watching it flag itself erect.
Diego let go of her hair and her head fell forward, flaming red hair partially covering her ecstatic face as she began, slowly to come to half life and gyrate her naked hips in time to Chico's thrusts. With Diego's help, her robe fell silently around her feet and she stood naked, wanton, eyes closed, her hands groping for and finding first Chico's then Diego's prick.
She gripped the now two erect pricks in her hands, stroking them slowly, skinning the foreskin back with a moan, revealing their deep red mushroom heads. Behind her, Diego gripped her breasts and massaged them. Involuntarily, she moaned and said, "Ah, yes!"
Garson Kline watched silently, a sadistic grin on his thin aristocratic face. He sat forward, his elbows on the armchair, not wanting to miss a thing, himself growing exciting watching the writhing figures on the platform and thinking of the delights yet to come.
Still with her eyes closed, Molly sank slowly to her knees, a now sweating Diego letting her. She crouched on her knees, still gripping the hardened penises, still gently stroking them.
Quickly, the two men stood closer, thrusting out their hips and grinning at each other wickedly. Molly opened her eyes and gazed at first one then the other prick to the other side of her face. They were so thick, so tempting, so hard!
Slowly, the tip of her tongue tickled the tip of Diego's cock, Diego grunting. Then, turning her head, she did the same to Chico. Then, the three of them in a mounting excitement, she turned first to one then the other, her tongue sticking out, slowly, insinuatingly licking the whole head, feeling them swell larger and harder in her hands.
Garson Kline began breathing harder, responding to the sexual excitement the three were feeling. He watched, leaning forward, his breath coming out in a small explosion as Molly slowly forced the foreskin on Chico's prick back over the glistening head then, opening her mouth wide, her lips elastic and tight around the thick veined cock, slowly taking it in her mouth, her lips forcing the foreskin slowly back. A shudder went through Chico and he cursed softly in Spanish, his eyes closed.
Molly pulled the long cock out of her mouth with a soft sucking sound and slowly, dreamily, turned her head to face Diego's cock which he shoved toward her with a thrust of his hips. With a low laugh, she raised it and, ducking her head, she licked his balls hungrily then slowly, her lips spread and tight, she let his cock also slide into her mouth.
Grinning at Chico, Diego slowly began to pump, his wet cock like some great piston bulging her cheeks as he thrust in, hollowing her cheeks as he pulled out.
With a cry, Chico pulled her head free and he fell to the soft velvet floor, lying on his back and reaching up to grasp Molly's head.
He didn't have to. Eagerly, with a cat-like cry, she straddled him in a 69 position, seizing his huge cock with both hands and greedily, as if she wanted to devour it, she began sucking. Chico, with his head underneath her straddling thighs, reached up, his arms around her waist and buried his face, his tongue licking wildly, in her hot willing cunt.
Behind her, Diego kneeled and spreading the pink cheeks of her ass with his thumbs, grinned down at her exposed and vulnerable rectum, tight and puckered. Lightly, his tongue flicked over it.
A muffled cry came from Molly and her eyes were wild. All reason left her, all sense of shame as she spread her legs wider, thrusting up her smooth, firm buttocks and wiggling them invitingly, while below, Chico gripped her harder, his mouth glued to her cunt while his tongue probed for and found her clitoris. Behind, with lewd satisfaction, Diego slowly sunk his tongue into her anus, deeper and deeper, spreading the tiny, puckered entrance to her bowels wider and wider.
Molly was beside herself now, her eyes rolling in her head, her buttocks grinding lewdly as the two tongues probed her, exciting her, igniting a ball of white hot fire deep inside her. Nothing mattered, nothing in the world except to expand that ball until it became as big and as intense as the sun itself, until it became too big for her to contain and exploded, engulfing her until every nerve in her body tingled in ecstasy.
With a roar, Chico threw her to one side, scrambling to his knees as Molly rolled over on her back and obscenely spread her legs wide. With a wild wanton groan, she drew her knees up until they crushed hard against her breasts, her hands reaching down and finding her hungering cunt, her fingers spreading her vaginal lips wide as she wiggled her buttocks lewdly up at them. "Fuck it!" she moaned. "Fuck it, fuck it, both of you!" she implored.
"Wait!" Garson Kline's voice cut through the air like a whip. Both of the men flinched, halting, crouching over Molly like wild animals. They looked into the dark with faces driven cruel and wild with lust.
There was a pause that seemed to Molly to last an eternity as Garson Kline slowly lit another cigarette, the flare of the match revealing sitting poised in his chair, gray hair framing his thin face. His eyes were slits as he slowly exhaled. "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?"
"Yes, yes, Oh, God yes!" Molly breathed, still holding her position, still unconsciously thrusting her ass upward toward the two men.
"Do you like it?" Kline asked in a soothing voice.
"I LOVE it!" Molly screamed back. "You know that, I love it! Please, please, Garson, let them fuck me, let them fuck me hard!" she begged, panting.
"Just wanted to get that little point cleared up. Very well, begin," he said with a magnanimous way of his hand.
With a growl, the two men fought to get on top of her Diego quicker, crashing on top and plunging his rampaging cock home as Molly let out a cry against the sudden pain of entry and the two of them began pounding their loins obscenely against each other.
Wild eyed Chico was not to be denied. Pulling
Diego's head away, he fell across Molly's face, his cock finding her mouth already eager and sucking. The two men pumped viciously, mounting in excitement when, at a signal from Diego, they scurried, switching positions while Molly sucked under them, her hips bucking and her breasts spread and jiggling like jelly with the rhythm.
With a growl, Diego tore himself free and got to his knees. "Time we fuck this gringa bitch good, eh, Chico?"
Chico got to his knees, a mean glint in his eye. "Si. Your honor, my friend."
Diego seized Molly's writhing waist in his arms and turned her over, forcing her to kneel, her head still on the floor. Still on his knees, he positioned himself behind her and gripping her hips, held her in position as the head of his iron-hard cock pressed against her tiny, puckered anus.
Below him, Molly lay helpless and relaxed, her eyes closed, her mouth open and moaning. He would hurt her, make her feel like she was impaled on a spit, make her feel like she was going to be torn in two as he slowly, sadistically forced the head of his cock against her cringing ass-hole, stretching it wide, stretching it until she screamed under the pain.
She remained docile, bearing the pain, knowing she would ride beyond the pain and humiliation to a pleasure unbelievable in its intensity. Garson Kline had taught her the pleasures of humiliation and depravity and as much as her conscious mind railed against it, as many times as she swore never ever again no matter what the price, she always returned, her mind glazed and fascinated like a rabbit hypnotized by the sinuous movements of a snake. She always returned because deep down an animal instinct told her she loved it, loved having people watch her humiliation and debasement, loved it with a fired passion that couldn't be satisfied or quenched except by going again and again and submitting herself to the whim's of a madman: Garson Kline.
"AAAAggghhhh," she screamed, "You're killing me!"
In reply, Diego, above her, held her tighter, his fingers digging deeper into her soft flesh and sunk his rampant cock an inch deeper each time. Below him, Molly's head was forced into the black velvet, her hair half over her face, her breasts billowing out, her nipples caressed by the thick velvet with each hard downward thrust.
With one more savage push, Diego sunk his cock home to the hilt in her ravaged back passage, feeling the dark rubbery flesh clasping to his hardened penis like a giant pulsating leech. Then, grinning up at a sweating Chico, he nodded.
like a limp doll, the two of them lifted Molly and Diego slowly rolled over on his back, Chico letting Molly down on top of him. She lay, apart, her passion-moistened cunt wide open and throbbing. She lay with her eyes closed, her arms flung out, moaning, shivering with anticipated pleasure.
Chico got on top of her and parting the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair with its giant, throbbing head, slowly sunk his cock home into her molten fleshy cunt.
Only a thin membrane of excited flesh seemed to separate the two ramrod cocks as Molly began moaning; unable to stop, the moaning turning slowly to animal cries of sheer pleasure as the two men began to slowly pump into her anal and vaginal orifices at the same time. Molly, helpless, spread her legs wider, wanting all she could get of both men, wanting still more than they had, wishing in a fevered excitement, for more men with more cocks, hard swelling pricks that would ravage her body until she came again and again and going on still until she lost consciousness and awoke to find still more men eager to have her.
She gyrated her hips as much as possible, as the three bucked and reared, the two men fucking her hard now, sandwiched between them like a rag doll, fucking her brutally, faster and faster with Molly crying insane sounds of pleasure and thrusting her hips up and down, driven mad by the feeling of the two cocks sawing in and out of her at once.
Garson Kline sat forward in his chair, his face no longer excited. He was vigilant now, watching Molly's face for the first signs of an oncoming orgasm. His timing had to be precise and his mind, in iron discipline, shut out his own wild excitement. His eyes narrowed as he saw the veins standing out in her neck like steel cords stretched tight and her wild sightless eyes roll back in her head, revealing white.
"That's enough! I command you to stop!" he shouted.
Instantly, Chico rolled off Molly and continued to roll away from her, writhing and groaning in his own frustration. Below her, Diego used all of his great strength to throw her off, his cock coming out of her widely stretched rectum with a wet sucking then popping sound. He too, rolled away and covered his face with his hands to help control his agony.
A long wail escaped Molly's lips, almost tearing her throat. She got to her knees, wild with an unsatisfied lust, making a fist and screaming out into the dark, "You rotten bastard, you dirty rotten scummy bastard! God damn you!"
Garson Kline clucked his tongue. "Such language. That will never do. Come here, you frustrated bitch. Come crawling over here."
Molly remained crouching on the platform like a wild animal, breathing hard, her eyes staring off. Involuntarily, her hands slid down to her cunt where her pubic hair was wet and matted with her own juices. Unable to resist, she began massaging her cunt, desperately trying to bring back the raging pleasure that was now ebbing.
"Crawl over here, I said, or do I have to resort to other means? Do I have to take steps?" Kline's voice rose in cold anger, penetrating Molly's lust fogged brain.
Instantly, she obeyed, crawling on all fours to tumble off the platform with a little cry of pain. Getting to all fours again, she crawled blindly toward Kline's voice that guided her in the dark. "Over here, my dear." A small table lamp, next to the chair, was snapped on.
Molly looked up to see the spider-like form of Garson Kline grinning down at her. He parted his legs and indicating, pointing one long finger, that she was to crawl between them. "My dear, you're not giving me enough. Not nearly enough. I think you need a bit more discipline," he said in a dry, amused voice.
"I'll do anything you say!" Molly said in a frightened voice, a shudder going through her body, dimming, for the moment, the lust that ran, like red-hot wires, through every nerve in her body. Above all, she didn't want to be disciplined! Not the way Garson Kline did it!
"Anything?" Kline asked, his eyebrows raising.
"Yes, anything," Molly admitted, her body slumping.
"Bring me another girl," Garson Kline said quietly.
"What?" Molly asked, her eyes widening.
"Another girl. She must be attractive, she must be innocent. You will deceive her and, eventually, deliver her to me. I will tell you exactly how to do it and give you the money you will need." He leaned close to Molly's wild, incredulous face, "No chorus girl, no willing little slut, but someone young and perfectly innocent. You will do this." With that, Garson reached and cruelly pinched the nipple on her breast. "Won't you?" he sneered.
With a gasp, her face wincing, Molly nodded. "Yes," she whispered, "I'll do it."
"Good. That's a good girl. You will be rewarded at the right time. Now," he said, settling back in the chair, "a reward for tonight." His hands parted his robe, revealing him naked, his legs parted, his hairy balls dangling lewdly beneath an erect, rigid cock.
Lovingly, Molly took the cock in her hands and fondled it, rubbing its hot hardness on her cheek then kissing it, licking it then taking its bulging head in her soft wet mouth and closing her eyes in bliss, knowing what was coming.
Above her, Garson Kline relaxed and smirked with pleasure. Seeing women humilated, torn down to size, becoming nothing more than what, in his mind,' they really were: sluttish whores, was the only sexual pleasure left to this jaded man. There were times when he didn't wish to participate, times when it gave him more gratification simply to watch, directing, forcing a woman to acts of debasement and, more than that, forcing them to admit that they loved it.
With a flick of his fingers he signalled an only too willing Diego and Chico back into action. They scrambled off the platform and hurried to ravish Molly from behind while her head bobbed rhythmically over Kline's burgeoning cock.
Molly spread her lovely thighs and thrust her buttocks up hungrily and willingly as Chico sunk his shaft home, with a soft plopping sound, into her voraciously waiting cunt.
Molly, with eyes closed, relaxed and let them do what they wanted. It would be a long lovely ride for her, with the two of them taking turns, fucking her mercilessly from behind until she was driven to one beautiful orgasm after another, until Garson exploded in her mouth and Diego and Chico, one after another, came like rutting animals back there in her cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Alice Compton read Tom's letter for the fifth time. Typical of him, he said little of what he was doing in Vietnam, reassuring her, as he did in every letter, that he was in no danger. He had reassured her so many times that Alice was certain he was in some danger and she found it hard to sleep on many a night, worrying about him. Tom was more than just her husband, he was her life. He was all the family she ever had.
The world had come to an eriu" for Alice on her eighteenth birthday. Driven, by a girl friend, to a friend's house, Alice found herself the guest of honor at a surprise birthday party; the biggest and most hideous surprise of all coming when she learned, from the police, that her parents had been killed in a senseless auto accident on their way to that same party.
The world became a cold insane place for Alice after that. Nothing mattered, for she had loved her parents and they had loved her, bringing her up a good Christian, taking care of her every need. Although friends never said it to her face, almost all of them felt her parents took too much care of her, sheltered her too much from the realities of the world around her.
Yet everyone liked her, for she was genuine and sweet, always considerate of others feelings.
Perhaps it's a good thing her parents watched over her so much, men would agree with many a glance at Alice's ample figure. It wasn't that she was heavy, there was just so much of her and Alice's and her parents attempts to hide her ripe and lovely figure did little good. It was a losing battle from the time of puberty on.
She sat now, at her tiny desk in their Las Vegas apartment, reading Tom's letter and pausing to stare off, mentally composing an answer. They wrote each other every day, Alice sometimes writing as many as three letters a day, rising from a sleepless bed to write still another one in the middle of the night. She sat now clad in nothing but a bathrobe. Although her breasts were large, she didn't really need to wear a bra, for they stood out firm and milky white. And, although she always wore a corset, it couldn't hide the inviting undulations of her full firm hips as she walked.
It annoyed her and sometimes embarrassed her the way men would stare at her in public. Las Vegas bothered her and she sometimes wished that Tom hadn't insisted she stay in Las Vegas while he was in Vietnam. It was his home town, but not hers. The way of life, the gambling and drinking and nude shows at the casinos, were alien to her small town sheltered upbringing. She obeyed Tom's warning not to go out alone at night and never, under any circumstances, to go to the casinos. She attended church every Sunday, making a few casual friends.
Except for Tom's constant loving letters, life was lonely, her only friend being Molly Tuff, Tom's older cousin and Tom's only living relative which was why Tom insisted she move to Las Vegas. Molly had written a letter saying she would help Alice and "keep an eye on her".
And she had. Alice liked Molly although she had to admit she didn't care for her at first. To begin with, she was a hostess in a cocktail lounge and worked nights. The job must have paid well, Alice told herself, for Molly dressed in expensive clothes, clothes that were too daring for Alice to ever consider wearing. Everything about Molly; her voice, her manner, her makeup, smacked of something sexual and not "right" to Alice. Yet, she found herself liking her, telling herself never to judge a book by its cover. Molly revealed herself to be a warm and funny woman, perhaps a bit off-color in her humor, but likable nonetheless, vitally concerned about Alice and
Tom and going to great lengths to help Alice find a place to live and, more importantly, finding her a respectable job in a dress shop near her apartment.
Molly at least called her every day to check out how she was doing and see if she needed anything. There were times when Molly would call and Alice would be apprehensive, feeling, from the way she talked, Molly had been drinking. Always, at these times, Molly would say, "Look, honey, I need a change. So, I'll be out of town for a few days. I'll call you when I get back, okay?"
Alice never asked where Molly went on these periodic holidays yet her womanly curiosity couldn't help wondering just what she did off by herself. Molly was nearing forty, was divorced yet never seemed to want for men, meeting many at the cocktail lounge. Many times when Molly called, Alice could hear the sound of men's voices in the background. Laughter and the rattle of ice in glasses.
Alice would chide herself for thinking evil of Molly, telling herself there was nothing wrong with anyone having a drink now and then. When she was with Tom, she loved to have a drink and get giddy.
Molly came one night a week, Tuesday, her night off, to take Alice for a drive or to a movie. Outside of her work in the dress shop, the movie, and church, life was unbearably lonely for Alice. She spent all of her time in the apartment, alone, writing letters and day dreaming of her life with Tom.
She had met him, two months after her parents' death, at a church social. She liked him immediately, the way he looked at her and spoke to her, a tall straight soldier, choosing, on his weekend pass, to visit a church rather than do the things other soldiers did in town.
He was a gentle young man, treating her with respect and good manners. As the evening wore on and they got to know one another, Alice told him of her parents and their death. It was the first time she had talked about it. Tom was most understanding, having been orphaned himself at an early age and reared by an older cousin, Molly Tuff, whom he hadn't seen in years.
Tom showed Alice home that night and made a date to see her at church the next weekend. He picked her up and Alice's heart soared, she was so glad to see him. They began going steady and church friends seemed to approve of Tom wholeheartedly. A whirlwind courtship ended with the two of them being married in church and going on a honeymoon.
Alice was frightened on their wedding night yet it turned out to be beautiful, Tom leading her along gently, fighting back his natural instincts when he glimpsed Alice's magnificent body.
They made love in the dark, the first time for Alice and, although she was tense and frightened by his stiff penis, she remembered what the minister and her doctor had told her and relaxed. And, when it was over, to her amazement and sense of guilt, she found that she had enjoyed it. It had been brief and awkward, yet it kindled a feeling way deep down inside of her. A tiny flame was lit and would never go out. She felt guilty because she felt that perhaps she had liked it too much, more than she should as a normal girl.
Tom was a gentle and quiet man, never making demands on her. Although they fell asleep each night in each other's arms, he was not too demanding, so, to her disappointment, he didn't take her too often. Except, when, after dinner, she could hint at having a drink before going to bed. It always lowered him inhibitions and all she had to do was let him see her undressing in the bathroom, let him catch a glimpse of her abundant naked flesh and he was ready for her by the time she crawled into bed.
And the flame grew. It grew each time they made love, with Alice relishing his body, growing excited at thoughts she had while making love, thoughts she would never dare say aloud or even permit herself to think of too long or too clearly.
And the flame was with her now when she was alone and lonely in Las Vegas. The flame grew when lying alone in bed late at night, thinking back and remembering Tom. The flame grew until she was churning around, thrashing and throwing off the covers and lying in the dark, breathing deeply.
There were nights when she would awaken from deep exhausted sleep to find herself lying on her stomach, her legs spread wide apart. With a start, she would realize that she had been salaciously grinding her hips, rotating her buttocks with a maddening desire, deep down into the bed.
One night, half asleep, she had, with a little groan, knotted up the sheet and placed it between her legs like Tom had placed his penis between her legs and she had squeezed her legs tight, her hips moving lewdly.
The flame was burning inside of her all day, at the dress shop, and the few men who did come in with their wives unnerved her, for she found herself wondering what they looked like with their clothes off.
And, because of these thoughts and the feeling licking at her deep in her loins, she felt guilty. She prayed for guidance and for Tom to soon come home and, to compensate for her guilt, adopted an aloof manner. She was polite and cordial yet distant. For this reason, most of the church members and fellow employees thought she was cold. A few of the male members of the church were certain she was frigid and thought it a shame that "Such an iceberg came stacked like that".
The next time she saw Molly, when Molly came to take her to a movie, she was shocked by her appearance. She had been away on another of her "vacations" for three days and looked really tired. There were dark circles under her eyes under the makeup and she seemed preoccupied and tired.
"Is anything the matter, Molly?" Alice asked, showing real concern.
"No, why do you ask?" Molly said with a slack smile.
"You look and act so tired. Maybe we ought to skip going out tonight."
Molly threw back her head and gave a throaty laugh that Alice never liked. It smacked of naughtiness. "Hell, no, I just had myself one hell of a time, that's all. Come on, honey, let's drag out of here."
Out on the street, Alice stopped in her tracks. There, at the curb, with Molly holding the door open, was a brand new Buick Riviera convertible. "Is this yours or did you borrow it?"
Molly patted the upholstery, black leather, and said, "It all belongs to little old Molly free and clear, honey. Hop in."
They drove with Alice not knowing what to say. No matter how good her job, Molly didn't buy this car on a hostess' salary.
Driving easily through traffic, Molly grinned at Alice's bewildered face. "Tips have been good." She laughed her throaty laugh again. "No, you honestly want to know how I got this?" She asked, smiling wickedly at Alice.
Alice looked out the window, almost blushing, her mind racing over all sorts of possibilities. "No, not unless you want to tell me.
Molly laughed again. "You're too much, honey. Truth is, I gambled. I gambled big and I won and this is my little present to myself and the hell with what people think or say. You drive?"
"Yes, Tom taught me. Why?"
Molly swerved to a curb and stopped. "How about driving this baby? Come on," Molly said, getting out, "You've just got to try it." She ran around the car and got in, pushing Alice over to the driver's side, her face like a kid with a new toy. "Take it out to the desert. You've got to get that feeling of power."
Reluctantly, cautiously, Alice drove, gathering confidence and speed as they went along. It grew cool as they drove out into the desert, Alice liking the sensual feeling of the wind in her hair and the power under the hood. The power! The power like that of Tom that ignited that flame inside her!
After the movie, when Molly dropped her off, they sat in the car a moment with Molly looking hard at Alice and saying, "You're in a rut. You hardly ever smile anymore. I know you miss Tom, but I don't think he'd want you this way. Look, write to him, tell him I want his permission to take you out."
"Oh, Molly, I don't know."
"I do. You need a night on the town. Write and ask. Promise old Molly?"
Alice laughed. "I promise'"
"Tell my kid cousin I'll take good care of you. Dinner and one of the better casinos. Trust old Molly."
"Molly, you're wonderful."
Molly looked suddenly serious. "Don't thank me." Then, smiling, "Don't thank me until after. Save a little mad money for some gambling."
"Oh, I couldn't do that."
"You mean, it's against your beliefs?"
"No, not really, it's just that I never have before."
"Trust old Molly. Look, save some money. We set a limit, see? If we lose that, we quit. It's fun, you need some excitement in your life."
Alice got out of the car and stooped to look back in the window. "Molly I can't ever thank you for all your kindness and consideration."
Molly sat, smiling and nodding, watching her ripe, youthful figure as Alice let herself in the foyer door. Her face grew serious. "Thank me?" she said aloud, "I wonder what she'll say after she meets Garson Kline for the first time?"
CHAPTER THREE
To her surprise, Tom agreed wholeheartedly. Alice sat and read the letter once more, particularly the part where Tom wrote, "You've been alone too much. Molly is right. Go out and paint the town red. I've felt the same way. The fellows in the Company ganged up on me and kidded me into a three-day pass in Saigon. I had a lot of fun and I'm glad I did it."
Despite herself, Alice couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. Just what had he done in Saigon? Visions of cute Oriental girls swarming around Tom, danced in her mind. She chided herself for thinking such thoughts. Above all, Tom would never be unfriendly, nor would he ever be unfaithful. He was just not the type.
Alice found herself possessed by an excitement she hadn't felt in months. Now she could see it only too clearly. She had fallen into a rut. All persons deserved a little diversion now and then; in fact, people needed it, she told herself.
At work, she bought a new pair of stockings and spent the day humming to herself and smiling pleasantly, planning what she would wear and day dreaming about where they would go and what they would do.
Excitedly, she told Molly of Tom's permission and Molly said, "I knew he would. Now just leave everything to me. Friday night. You don't have to go to work the next day so we can stay out good and late. I'll pick you up around eight and I want you dressed to the teeth."
The rest of the week seemed exactly one month long to Alice as she went to work each day and lay awake, far into the interminable nights. Sleep was eluding her. It was harder and harder to get herself to sleep and when she did finally doze off, it was only to awake again with that yearning guilty hunger deep down in the pit of her stomach.
She spent all of Friday afternoon getting ready, pressing her dress smooth of wrinkles, taking a long bath and scenting her body. Ready an hour in advance, she wiled the time away by writing still another letter to Tom. When the doorbell rang, she ran to the mirror to check her appearance out once more, hastily brushing her naturally blonde hair still once more before opening the door to see Molly standing, smiling. She tried hard not to show how shocked she was by Molly's appearance. She was wearing the miniest of dresses, her legs and thighs visible, clad in sheer black stockings, high heels, what little dress she had on a jade green, contrasting to her wild red hair.
"Hi ya, kid, already, I see," Molly said as she sauntered in, waving a brown paper bag. She stood in the middle of the room, one hand on an outthrust hip and made no attempt to hide her disappointment in Alice's dress. "You sure do look Junior League. Alice Compton, you have one hell of a figure. Why do you go to such lengths to hide it?"
Alice fluttered her hands, embarrassed. "Oh, Tom-likes me that way. Shall we go?"
Molly made no move, just stood looking at Alice. "That's a crock if I ever heard one." Alice blushed, looking away and wishing Molly wouldn't use such language. "You and I are going to go on a shopping spree one of these days. Honey, this is 1974 and you're in Las Vegas."
Alice laughed. Despite Molly's language and coarse ways, she knew her heart was in the right place. "Okay. Shall we go?"
Molly waved the bag. "It's my night and my way. First, a little drink. Never go out without a little slug first."
Alice took the offered bag and opened it to find a bottle of Johnny Walker Red Label inside.
Molly sat down on a couch, crossing her long lovely legs. "A present from me to you. Should always have a little around the house. Well, just don't stand there, aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
Alice said, "Oh yes, of course." She went to the kitchen and had trouble prying the cork loose. Whenever they had had a drink in the past, Tom had always done the pouring and she tried her best to remember what he had done, emerging a few moments later from the kitchen with two glasses full of ice, water, and just enough scotch to color the water.
Molly rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "Oh, my God. Alice, never do that to good scotch. Here, let me show you how to make a drink." Molly took the drinks and went to the kitchen and poured their contents down the drain.
Into one glass she poured two generous fingers of scotch. "I like mine neat. Room temperature. After I get it in me, the temperature goes up," she said with a wink and a nudge. "I'll make yours over the rocks. That's a lot of ice with a little scotch splashed over."
"A little!" Alice said, with eyes wide as she watched Molly pour nearly the same amount into her glass. "I'll pass out on that much!"
"No you won't," Molly said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "You won't feel any pain, but you won't pass out. Here we go," she said, raising her glass and handing Alice's hers. "Open up the cargo hatch and get a little wet."
They drank, with Alice trying hard not to show she was choking. Never before in her life had she drunk whiskey undiluted. It burned down her throat and stomach and brought stinging tears to her eyes much to Molly's amusement. "Look, here's the way to do it."
Alice watched as Molly downed the rest of her drink in one smooth gulp, as if she were drinking water. Molly refilled her glass and held it up again. "Come on, the first one is always rough. Try one more."
Molly was right. The next drink went down much more smoothly. They sat in the living room, talking, Molly outlining the evening while Alice felt her body bathing in a warm gentle glow. She grinned down at her glass and saw there was still some left in the bottom of the glass. She tossed her head back and drained the glass, Molly cheering her on. "Thatta girl!"
They drove along the strip with Alice relaxing in her seat. It was a lovely warm night and she felt good. They pulled the car keys underhand to one of the attendants and walked on into the casino.
Although she had spent the week speculating about what the casinos would be like, Alice was amazed and awed as she followed Molly along. The interior was so big, so noisy, yet so tastefully decorated.
And the people! Never, in all her life, had she seen so many attractive and expensively dressed people in one place. A man walked by in evening clothes and glanced up smiling absently at Alice. Alice almost tripped over her own feet, doing a double-take. It was a famous movie star she had seen many times on the screen. She stood, with her mouth open, watching him swing easily across the lobby and on into another room.
Molly was at her elbow. "What's the matter?"
"Molly, do you know who that was?" Alice asked, pointing.
"Sure Hell, he's not the only one. Maybe I can arrange for you to meet him later if you like."
"You know him?"
"Hell, yes, every woman in town knows him. Whenever he's in town, he always comes into where I work for a drink and to check things out. Listen, I'm hungry. At the rate you're going, we won't eat until midnight. Follow me."
Molly led the way with Alice following. It all seemed unreal. So many many handsome men and so many beautiful women dressed so daringly.
They entered a large dining room with low lighting and tables set well apart, Molly kissing the maitre d' on the cheek and sashaying to a table, ordering two more scotches over Alice's flustered objections as they were being seated.
They sat sipping their drinks as Alice looked around. At a nearby table, a young stunning brunette had an evening gown cut so low, it almost exposed the nipples of her breasts. She was with an older man, a tall thin man with white hair and a cruel face. Alice told herself she had never seen a more elegant man in all her life. Elegant yet evil. His look sent shivers down her spine despite the effects the drinks were having on her.
She pretended to look around the room, really watching the couple out of the corner of her eye. It unnerved her, for the two of them were watching her with an absorbed interest. Pretending to brush something from her lap, she inspected her dress. It was clean and neat, perhaps too neat and modest for such a place. All of the other women she saw, even the older ones, were much more daringly and fashionably dressed.
Over in one corner of the room, a live combo was playing cool jazz. Alice drank and closed her eyes. The room was low-lighted, the music good, the hum of voices pleasant and the liquor leaving her with a pleased feeling. Now, she thought, if only Tom were here.
She opened her eyes to see the tall thin man at the next table looking at her. He ignored his dinner and sat with his elbows on the table, quietly smoking a slim cigar.
Alice leaned forward to whisper, "There's a man over there who keeps looking at me."
Molly shrugged without looking around. "Probably thinks you're beautiful. Listen, start worrying when they don't look."
Their waiter came and Alice was diverted from the man as they discussed what they'd have, Alice ordering the cheapest thing on the menu, aghast at the prices with Molly mock-groaning and saying, "Oh, no, this is my treat. I'll do the ordering."
They were soon served a large bowl of steaming cracked crab which they dipped in melted butter and ate. It was delicious and Alice found that the whiskey had only served to sharpen her appetite and the two of them ate hungrily, drinking a pale white wine that Molly had insisted on, the wine light and dry in Alice's mouth, a welcome contrast to the rich crab meat. The salad was equally good, with a subtle oil, herb and vinegar dressing.
They sat finishing the wine with Alice now giddy, relaxed in a way she hadn't been in months. She drank each glass-full as the waiter filled them, feeling her body soft and like warm liquid, even if her mind was a little fogged.
Alice paid the bill, leaving a generous tip and they made their way deeper into the casino, following the path taken by the famous movie star, the tall thin man gone and forgotten by Alice.
The room they entered was charged with electric excitement. It was dark, with figures around large tables, bright overhead lights funneling down on the tables. There was the click of dice, the snapping of cards and the whirl of gambling wheels under the constant low hum of tense conversation punctuated by cries of delight and dismay from the tables.
Alice stood in the middle of the room blinking, trying to accustom her eyes to the light. A young girl, wearing tights and a bodice that barely covered her breasts, came up to her, offering a tray on which there were several drinks. "Cocktail?" she asked softly, with a polite smile. Dumbly, Alice shook her head and the girl moved on. At a nearby table, Alice saw the famous movie star step back, his tie undone, his jacket open. He was rubbing his hands fervently together, then skipped to the table and shot an arm out, throwing dice and shouting, "Bring it all home baby!"
Molly took Alice by the arm and led her to what looked like a cashier's window where she changed a hundred dollars into colored chips. She turned to Alice, asking, "How much you gonna plunge?"
Timidly, feeling embarrassed and wishing she had more, Alive unfolded a ten dollar bill and the cashier laughed, handing her ten chips and saying, "Here, they are worth a dollar apiece."
They wandered the room with Alice sticking close to June and whispering, "Molly I don't know the first thing about gambling. What do I do?"
Molly laughed. "You are the sheltered one. Just stick close and look cool."
"Cool?"
"Bored. Otherwise they'll know you're a hayseed. Grab a drink the next time the girl goes by. You don't have to drink it but anybody in here without a drink in their hand is out of place. "
Alice excitedly did what she was told and wandered from table to table, following Molly, trying to look bored but really fascinated as she watched players and croupiers raking in chips. Chips that represented more money than she had ever seen in her whole life.
They stopped at a roulette table with Molly explaining the game and suggesting a modest bet on a color rather than a number. With a giggle, Alice did as she was told, placing one chip down and watching the spinning wheel with absorption, unconsciously sipping at her drink as she did so.
The wheel slowed and the ball clicked and jumped around, finally settling in place. The croupier called out something unintelligible to
Alice and returned her her chip, adding another one. "What happened?" Alice asked.
Molly rolled her eyes. "Damn, the girl wins and doesn't even know it."
"I won!" Alice shrilled.
"You did."
"Let's do it again!" Alice cried, putting down another chip.
"Okay, big spender," Molly laughed.
They gambled for over an hour although it just seemed like a few minutes to Alice, for, to her amazement and glee, she was winning. Before she knew it, she had an understanding of the game and nearly three times the amount she had started with. "Molly," she said, wide eyed, "I never dreamed this could be so much fun!"
"You like it, huh?" Molly asked, grinning. "Why not really plunge? Bet a number. The odds are greater, but if you win, you win big."
"Which one?" Alice asked, again sipping her drink and staring down at all the numbers on the kelly green table top.
"Any one that appeals to you."
"Twenty-three," Alice said, "That used to be the number of the house where I lived." Holding her breath, she leaned and with trembling fingers, she placed five chips on number twenty-three, red.
Alice trembled, closing her eyes and crossing her fingers as the wheel spun. She heard it click to a stop but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. A shout went up and Molly said, in an amazed voice, "How do you like that?"
Alice opened her eyes and squealed with delight. The croupier was shoveling, with the aid of a stick, a large stack of multi-colored chips toward Alice. She had won!
They went on playing, Alice winning, sometimes losing, yet her winnings pyramiding steadily while Molly won and lost, seeming just to hold her on. The hours went by unnoticed, Alice excited and jumping up and down, taking offered drinks automatically from off the trays that came by, unknowingly getting drunk, growing reckless and making wild bets only to see herself winning.
Everything, everybody around her was a blur. Faces melded together. Nothing mattered except the thrill she felt as the stacks of chips went higher and higher. Nor did she notice a tall man against the wall across the table from her. He stood quietly smoking, watching her every movement, watching her luscious breasts jiggle under her dress as she jumped up and down whenever she won.
Garson Kline smiled darkly. She would do just fine!
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Molly Tuff who finally exercised some good judgment and self discipline, ordering a giggling, glassy-eyed Alice to pick up her winnings and going with her to the cashier's cage where they dumped the piles of chips and the cashier silently counted out a little over six hundred dollars.
Molly led Alice, in a state of shock, out of the casino and to the parking lot where she said, "I think it would be nice if you shared some of your luck and gave the attendant a nice tip. It's the way we do things in Las Vegas."
Numbly, Alice handed the attendant a five dollar bill and they drove off with Alice clutching her bag, thinking of all her money. Never in her life before had she so much money at one time.
She had gone mad at the roulette table, making one improbable bet after another, winning one unbelievable time after another.
Her mind went berserk, roughly calculating she almost had enough money to take a vacation, fly to Japan where she could meet and be with Tom on furlough. All sorts of soaring plans raced through her mind. If she could keep winning, she could have enough to buy a car, clothes, make a down payment on a house, anything! The sky was the limit as she grew more and more excited, propelled by the thrill of gambling a wild, almost sexual thrill she never before suspected existed and helped along the way by more drinks than she ever had in her life before.
She leaned back in the seat of the speeding car and said, "Oh, Molly, I've had such a good time," surprised at her own voice and the careless way she slurred the words.
Molly laughed. 'There's another whole side to you I've never seen before. I like it."
"Thank you. I like you too, Molly. Oh." She put her hand to her head.
"What's the matter?"
"Everything is going round and round. I'll sure sleep tonight."
Molly laughed. 'The night's young yet. Plenty to do yet. You can sleep all day tomorrow."
"Where are we going?"
"To the cocktail lounge where I work. I want to show it to you and check on a new girl starting tonight. We can have a drink on the house and then maybe catch the floor show."
"A floor show in a cocktail lounge?" Alice asked.
Molly nodded. "This is Las Vegas. Got to have something to get the customers in. You can drink good booze for free in most of the casinos, why pay for it in a lounge unless they've got something to offer?"
The moment they drove into the parking lot, Alice knew why Tom had never taken her to see where his cousin worked. A neon sign advertised a topless revue. Although her brain was fogged' by so much alcohol, Alice was fairly sure Tom had gone there several times without her, letting her stay in the apartment while he went to talk to Molly just before he left for Viet Nam.
The interior was dark, crowded, and every bit as tastefully decorated as the casino though not as big. At one end of the room was a lighted stage, empty at the moment, a large painting of a voluptuous nude reclining on a couch serving as a backdrop.
Alice followed Molly to a booth and sat down, feeling a devilish sense of being evil. Molly was busy talking to many people, introducing Alice to each one. A dark, swarthy man, evidently Spanish, came over and smiled down at Molly. "Hello, gringa."
"Hi ya, Chico. Chico, this is Alice Compton and she's married and a friend of mine so watch it."
Chico turned and bowed, taking Alice's hand and kissing it, holding it as he looked at her with dark glittering eyes. "Alice, it is my pleasure."
Chico continued holding Alice's hand as Molly said, "This is Chico Garcia. Chico is quite a guy," and then she reached and squeezed his leg to Alice's embarrassment, "Quite a guy when you get to know him."
"May I join you ladies?" Chico asked, all suaveness.
"You certainly may. As a matter-of-fact, you can sit as an escort with Alice here while I see how things are going." Molly got up and Chico slid into her place, smiling at Alice.
Alice didn't care for his looks. He was too oily, too smooth, dressed too flamboyantly, with his hair just a little too long and his pencil-thin moustache giving him a sinister look. Even from across the table, she could smell his cologne and she had never trusted men who wore cologne.
"I'd be delighted, Molly, take your time," he said, smiling romantically at Alice.
"Come off it, you're going to scare the girl. She's not used to this kind of life." Molly said.
"I can see that," Chico said with a tolerating, amused style, taking in Alice's conservative dress.
"He's all right, honest," Molly said, patting
Alice reassuringly on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a little while."
Molly walked off and was soon lost in the crowd with Alice staring wistfully after her. She turned when she heard Chico laugh. She gave a little frown, seeing that while she was staring off, Chico had taken the opportunity to slip around the table, closer to her.
Chico patted her hand and smiled at her. "Do not be alarmed, Alice Compton. Would you like a cigarette?" He asked, opening a box and offering her imported cigarettes with gold tips.
"I don't smoke."
"Do you mind if I do?" Chico asked, taking one out. Alice shook her head and Chico lighted one and smiled at her. "You have to forgive me, Alice, I don't wish to make you uneasy, but it is so seldom I meet a girl as wholesome and as pretty as you."
Alice looked down at the table. "I guess I do dress kind of square."
"Not at all," Chico said in a low voice. "It is so refreshing to see. Tell me about yourself Alice Compton. I see by your finger you are married."
Alice talked, hesitating at first but Chico proved to be such a good listener that she grew bolder, recovering some of her old excitement when she told him of their gambling and how she had won.
They chatted on with Alice growing more and more confident, telling him of her married life, her letters from Tom and her plans for their future. Chico was deceptive. His first impression was too greasy, too slick. His body was well built and his attitude at first seemed mocking, as if he were laughing at some secret joke. As she talked, she noticed how attentive he was to her answers, how polite he was. "And what do you do, Chico?"
His eyes looked merry. "Among other things, I am a bodyguard."
"Really? Who for, some gangster?" Alice's hand flew to her mouth. She hadn't meant to ask the question in exactly the way it came out. The drinks had lowered her inhibitions.
Chico laughed. "No, nothing so romantic or exciting. I work for a very rich man and, because of his business, we travel a great deal and carry large sums of money. We travel quite a bit in South American and I," Chico spread his hands, "Am, how you say, a natural for that."
"It sounds fascinating."
Chico nodded agreement. "It is a good job. I meet all kinds of people and my employer, although he is demanding, rewards me well."
"Who is he?"
"Garson Kline. He is vacationing here in Las Vegas now and I have the night off," Chico said with a smooth smile.
"What does he do? I mean, what kind of business is he in?" Alice asked, fascinated. "Finance," Chico said.
A small orchestra started playing and Chico signalled a waitress for a round of drinks as the lights in the lounge dimmed. "The show is about to begin. Have you ever seen a topless show before, Alice Compton?"
"No," Alice said, nervously peering around the room for some sign of Molly, realizing that she was alone with Chico and that the two of them were going to look at some nude or nearly nude women together, something she had never done with Tom.
"Do not be alarmed," Chico said in a reassuring voice. "It is all in excellent taste."
Alice tried not to look at the stage but finally couldn't take her eyes from it. So hard was she staring, she hardly noticed a waitress putting a drink in front of her.
A tall girl came walking out on stage clad in nothing but stockings and a sequinned G-string. The room applauded as she began dancing, her large bare breasts shaking as she moved. The music grew wilder as she danced, building to a crescendo and stopping when a young man leaped on stage.
Alice gave a little cry. He too, was naked, except for a gold jockstrap. He was incredibly muscled and Alice couldn't tear her eyes from his bulging golden crotch.
The couple danced sinuously around one another, the tips of their fingers touching one another's bodies. They moved closer and closer, looking at one another passionately. Now standing still, quite close together, their bodies still moving in time to the music, their hands caressing one another.
Alice wanted to look away, feeling the flame inside of her igniting again, feeling an urge to squeeze her legs together against the throbbing down in her loins. To mask her feelings, she rested her chin in one hand, propping her arm on the table, half hiding her face from a smiling Chico who seemed to be watching her rather than the show.
Alice leaned forward, her breath coming faster. The girl was pressing her hands on the man's stomach, just above his crotch and the man was moving his hands on the girl's rib cage, right below her pendulous breasts.
As the music grew wilder, a couch was slowly lowered on stage by wires and the young man, his muscles rippling, picked the girl up and carried her to the couch, depositing her on her back where she writhed in time to the music, turning this way and that, imploring the man with looks and gestures to join her on the couch.
Alice stared, unable to blink. What are they going to do, she wondered. The young man danced around the couch, making lacivious gestures then running off stage to return immediately, carrying what looked like a Grecian urn. He danced slowly around the girl who was wanton, even daring, while Alice gasped, to spread her legs a little.
Alice sat trying to look composed, breathing hot alcohol breath through her nostrils, feeling her own vagina, under her panties, beginning to get moist and her clitoris, tucked safely between the folds of her swelling vagina lips, beginning to stir restlessly. Her eyes were glued to the man's muscular thighs that were heavily corded with hard muscles rippling under his skin.
And his golden bulging crotch. Alice peered, wondering if it was her imagination or could she really make out the faint outline of his testicles and penis. My God, she thought, I've never even seen Tom this naked.
The man danced slowly, sensuously around the couch, slowly tilting the urn to spill something down on the body of the writhing girl who closed her eyes and held her hands out eagerly, the fluid splashing. Alice leaned closer to see what it was.
Oil!
With a gasp, her hand flew to grasp Chico who held her hand in an iron grip. Alice watched unbelievingly as the girl slowly, lovingly, smoothed oil over her naked body, caressing and bunching her breasts lewdly as her whole body began to shine and glint in the stage lights. She couldn't help the thought that raced into her mind: How sinful! How erotic! If only she could do that with Tom!
She stirred uncomfortably in her seat. Chico still had her hand and she felt her vaginal juices flowing, wetting the crotch band of her panties and her own clitoris throbbing and swelling against the tight gently pulsating lips of her cunt.
She tore her eyes from the stage and looked down. Chico, with his free hand, silently offered her her drink which she took and hastily drank, gulping the whiskey down, feeling nothing, looking over the rim of the glass to see the girl now lying on her stomach, the man pouring more oil then setting the urn down and massaging the girl's back as she moved, seeming to grind her buttocks deep into the couch the way Alice herself had done in frustration late at night.
A tiny moan escaped her lips as she watched the man slowly, insinuatingly, begin to smear oil on the girl's buttocks which were bare, her two firm rounded cheeks thrusting up with only the thin line of the G-string in her soft, darkly hued crevice. Underneath the table, Alice crossed her legs and squeezed tight, finding, to her dismay, it only increased her excitement.
Then, as a hypnotized Alice watched, the man was about to get on top of the girl who turned over and held her arms open as the music swelled and with a cymbal crash, the lights went out and Alice was left staring into darkness with only her imagination left to fill in the ideas and the sound of Chico laughing next to her.
She turned to look at him in the dark, realizing, for the first time, that she was holding tightly to his hand. The lights came back on and the stage was empty. Chico let go of her hand and patted it. "Did that bother you?" he asked, kindly.
Alice felt her face was flushed. She brushed imaginary hair away. "That? Oh, no, why should it?"
Chico looked at her for a moment, smiling. His gaze was penetrating and disconcerting. "Is this the first time you've ever seen anything like that?" he asked, nodding toward the stage without looking at it.
Alice looked down at her drink and nodded.
"Excuse me for saying so, but you are a very passionate woman, Alice Compton," Chico said in a low voice.
Alice snapped her head up to look at Chico. How could he know and what right did he have to say such a thing? "I beg your pardon?"
Chico spread his palms and smiled his oily smile, looking out at her from under heavy lids. "Please not to take offense. I meant nothing.
Just an observation." He wagged a finger at her. "You should not fight your feelings, you should learn to enjoy them."
"I don't know what you mean?" Alice said coldly, fighting to control herself.
Chico shrugged his powerful shoulders. "Perhaps I'm wrong. Please consider my apology. I like you, Alice, and I wouldn't want to offend you."
"Okay, Chico."
Chico beamed and raised his glass. "Here's to you, Alice, a real lady all the way."
"Thank you." Alice drank, glad for the feeling the whiskey gave her. She looked down at the glass, thinking: I've got to watch it. This is more whiskey than I've had in months.
"Tell me," Chico asked, "what did you think of the act?"
"That?" Alice asked, waving at the stage, "Well, it was kind of risqu'."
"But in good taste," Chico added, "And it is certainly something we, as adults, know all about."
"Of course," Alice said, bluffing, not wanting to admit she had never even thought of being rubbed in oil before. Oil! The thought started her blood racing again and the throbbing in her crotch that had abated while she was talking with Chico, began again.
"Of course," Chico said with a smirk that
Alice did not like. It was almost as if Chico could read her mind, as if, by some sort of telepathy, he knew not only what she was thinking, but what she had experienced in the past.
Molly came swinging over. "How we doing? Still with it? Sorry I couldn't get back for the show, I got tied up."
Molly sat next to Chico, cuddling next to him, grinning over at Alice. "How'd you like the show? That frost your teeth?"
Alice fought to keep her face from flushing. "Yes, it did."
Molly let out a loud laugh. "Listen, when you've seen it as many times as I have, it becomes old hat. I hardly watch anymore." She put her mouth next to Chico's ear and said in a low voice, "But that oil gets me every time."
The two of them laughed looking at one another, Alice looking away, not liking the expression on either of their faces. Perhaps Chico was Molly's lover, she didn't know, for one thing Molly never did was talk about men other than to say she dated now and then.
Molly looked back at Alice. "Well, what next? What do you want to do?"
"Gamble some more?" Chico asked.
Alice hesitated then nodded.
"How about gambling for real money?" Chico asked, his voice dropping.
"What do you mean?" Molly asked.
Chico looked at her smiling for a long minute. "Real money and some kicks."
"Where?" Alice asked. The tone of his voice made it sound exciting.
Chico, still looking at Molly, said, "You know, out at the old roadhouse. In the desert."
Molly laughed and patted Chico on the shoulder. "Oh, no, no, Alice here isn't ready for anything like that!"
"like what?" Alice asked. Despite herself, she felt a little sting at the condescending way Molly had talked about her.
Chico looked at her, a slow grin coming on his face. "Yes, I guess you're right. That's out of Alice's league. We will go someplace else."
"No," Alice said, made bold by the liquor and feeling the two of them were making fun of her. "Tell me about this roadhouse."
"Aw, honey, it's a lot of fun, but not for you. You're too ... well, it's just not for you. Too fast," Molly said with a grin, snuggling closer to Chico who grinned back.
"Who said so?" Alice said defiantly. "At least tell me about it and let me be the judge." She took another drink, emptying the glass. She was annoyed and the woman in her was curious, feeling or sensing the same delicious feeling she had felt earlier when she knew she was going to see a topless revue.
Chico and Molly looked at one another and shrugged, Chico saying, "She is right. She should be the judge."
Molly settled back in her seat. "Okay, here it is. It's really a club. A kind of after hours place. A lot of people, like me, like to go there after work and unwind. It costs a hundred dollars a couple to get in."
"A hundred dollars!" Alice said.
"One hundred whether you're unescorted or with a date. And, it is worth it. Drinks are on the house. You gamble and brother," she paused to look at Chico and laugh, "do you ever gamble!"
They both laughed and looked at Alice.
Alice felt embarrassed the way they were smiling and laughing at her. "Well," she finally asked, "Is that all?"
"It's what you gamble. No money allowed," Molly said.
"What do you gamble?" Alice asked slowly.
"Your clothes," Molly said, "You can always stop when you want and buy your clothes back."
"But," Chico added, "while you are gambling, you can't put any clothes back on that you've lost. There are odds and a value to each article of clothing. Naturally," he said, smiling, "the odds and value of some articles of clothing is higher than others."
Alice put her hands to her face. "Do people gamble ... you know, together?"
"And how," Molly said enthusiastically. "Side bets are allowed."
"Have you done it, I mean gambled there before?" Alice asked in a whisper, looking at Molly as if she had never seen her before.
Molly leaned across the table. "Yes. I won the money for that car in a similiar game."
Alice couldn't believe her ears. "Oh, Molly."
"What's the matter?" Molly asked. "All it takes is guts. Nothing ever happens that you don't want to happen. See?" she said, looking at Chico, "I told you, she couldn't ever go see a thing like that."
Chico nodded in agreement and, before she realized it, Alice heard herself say, "I could too!"
They both looked at her, Chico raising his eyebrows. "I mean," she faltered, "If I wanted to and if I didn't have to bet."
Chico smiled. "No one has to play. Many people go just to watch. It is," he said, kindness and sincerity in his voice, "very much like watching the show you saw here only more fun." Chico warmed to his subject, leaning closer. "It is more exciting because it always has, even to the viewer, an element of risk and suspension. Will the player win or lose? And, the most daring part of all, how much is the player willing to risk? I tell you, you learn a lot about human nature watching such a show."
They sat in silence, with Alice not looking at either of them, looking down at her hands and fighting with herself. It was impossible for her to think clearly. "I don't know if Tom would approve."
Molly laughed. "Tom? He sure approved of the show he saw here. What's all right for him is all wrong for you. The old double standard."
Alice could say nothing. Their arguments only confused her. She longed for the time to be alone and think things out. The booze, the gambling and the act she had just seen had caused only excitement to well up in her.
Molly leaned across the table. "I wonder what Tom does in Saigon?" she asked, insinuatingly.
Alice looked up. "All right, I'll go. But only for a little while and only to watch."
Molly stood up. "Let's get the show on the road."
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been a busy night for Garson Kline. After seeing Alice in action at the casino and deciding she was perfect for his plans, he drove, with his young brunette escort, back to his ranch, miles outside Las Vegas, isolated in the desert, a barbed wire fence warding off strangers, two well-trained Doberman pinschers wandering the grounds in case someone was curious enough to climb the fence.
While the brunette went obediently to the bedroom, Kline retired to his study and placed several calls to his aides in South America. After the calls were completed, he sat in silence, his fingertips together, reviewing his plans. He was a meticulous man and nothing could be left to chance.
His intention was to have a weekend party at the ranch. A weekend party of an unusual nature. He would transform the ranch into a brothel. There would be food to eat, liquor to drink and hashish to smoke and, most important, women to enjoy. It would be more than just a brothel, it would be an orgy that would be an orgy that would put the ancient Romans to shame. The women would wear costumes designed by Kline himself and they would perform whatever acts asked of them. Kline smiled. There would be a show and young, innocent Alice Compton would be the star.
Kline strolled through the house and let himself into the master bedroom. Juarez, a South American general of notorious reputation, would be his guest of honor. If Juarez was pleased, it would mean millions to Kline; millions that he could deposit in his Swiss bank account. But, Juarez was hard to please. A cruel man, almost as cruel as Kline himself, he delighted in humiliating women, particularly innocent and uninitiated young blondes. His taste was vulgar and crude and Kline felt he was more refined and subtle than Juarez and himself winced, remembering what the drunken, grinning South American had done at previous parties. He liked blondes, North American girls. Very well, Kline thought, he shall have one. Alice Compton.
In the bedroom, Diego and the girl, Flora, were sitting on a couch, passing a thin brown hashish cigarette back and forth. Diego stood up as Kline walked in. Flicking his fingers, he looked at the girl. "Get undressed and on the bed."
Together with Diego, he busied himself with setting up strange looking apparatus around the bed. Flora stood and began to undress, her eyes glazed, Diego stopping to watch her hungrily.
She stepped out of her evening gown, letting it fall to the floor and stood in panties and bra. Casually, she reached behind and snapped her bra loose, her breasts leaping free and quivering. They were not too big, but well shaped, the nipples pointed. Slowly, grinning at Diego, she skinned her bikini panties down, pausing teasingly, her red tongue licking her lips, the beginning of her black pubic hair showing against the smooth, white softness of her belly. She rolled the cloth on her hips, forming a G-string and turned her back to the pair, spread her legs and bunched the panties in the soft, yielding crevice of her buttocks, accentuating her firm, high-riding cheeks.
She walked to the bed and stood smoking the remains of the hashish cigarette, offering it to Kline when he turned to her.
He knocked it from her hand. "You know I don't smoke that stuff. Get out of those panties and leave your high heels on."
Flora did as she was told and climbed on the bed, lying on her back. Diego and Kline took her arms and bound her wrists in tight leather cuffs.
The cuffs were attached to ropes that they pulled tight, spreading her arms wide, stretching out her breasts so that they were high and taut on her chest.
Next, they wheeled L-shaped posts to either side of the bed near her feet. Again, they attached tight leather cuffs to her ankles with ropes running up to the posts. Near the floor, on either post, was a crank. Diego and Kline began cranking. Slowly, Flora's legs were drawn apart. She lay relaxed, her head back, a dreamy drugged smile on her lips.
They parted her legs slowly, the two men watching, fascinated, as they saw the smooth, sensuous insides of her thighs and the delicate thick folds of her buttock cheeks underneath. Diego caught his breath as they cranked, forcing her legs wider, revealing her cunt with its soft, puffy little vaginal lips under the thick pubic hair.
Finally her legs were split wide, so wide that Flora, on the bed, grimaced in pain. They paused to look at the now opened pink slit of her cunt. Roughly, Diego probed with his fingers, finding her cunt and thrusting his hand inside while Flora grinned lewdly and thrust her hips up to meet them as far as they would go. Diego stopped and the two men paused in their work to look at her cunt stretched wide and glistening now with her own juice.
With a nod from Kline, they returned to their cranks, adjusting a ratchet and beginning to crank again. Slowly, Flora's heels were raised from the bed, Flora groaning with pain and delight as her body was stretched still further, her legs rising off the bed, rising higher and higher until her buttocks too began to lift, stretching her legs still wider until in spite of her joy she screamed against the pain.
They stopped cranking when her heels were up against the bottom of the L-shaped posts. Flora hung, her legs split wide, with only her shoulders and head on the bed, the cruel leather straps cutting into her ankles and wrists and stopping her circulation. She hung helpless, her wet red cunt stretched wide open and her tiny brownish puckered anus exposed lewdly to their view.
With a nod, Kline sat down in a chair directly in front of the helpless girl and Diego fetched a pot and paint brush. "What are you going to do?" Flora gasped.
"Only trying something new in preparation for the party," Garson Kline answered, lighting a cigarette.
Diego dipped the brush in the pot and began painting the insides of Flora's thighs with honey. He lathered it on thick, mixing it in her pubic hair and spreading it generously over her cunt and anus.
"What is that?" Flora panted. "Honey," Diego said with a wicked grin. "What for?" she asked, her eyes growing fearful.
For an answer, Diego brought a box from another room, standing over her Spread-eagled form, he slid a corner of the box open, tilted it, and slowly shook it.
Tiny, crawling ants tumbled out. Flora screamed.
"It's all right, my dear," Kline assured her in his quiet suave voice. "They're only common ordinary house ants and they can't hurt you, only tickle a bit."
"Why, why?" Flora screamed, struggling as little as she could because every time she moved, the leather cuffs bit further into her flesh.
Kline didn't answer and Diego, in a drugged, absent way, concentrated on dumping all the ants out of the box, centering most of them at the juncture of her thighs. The ants stuck in the honey and struggled in place, their tiny legs wiggling, slipping and sticking in the honey.
Flora felt thousands of tiny tingles on her cunt and anus. A moan escaped her lips and she died to be able to scratch the itching. Too much of this and she knew she would go mad. The ants swarmed over her open cunt, massed there by a diligent Diego.
With a nod from Kline, Diego again left the room to return carrying a cage. Flora, forcing her head around, screamed when she saw what was in the cage. Diego carried it by a strap. Inside was a large scale-ridden lizard with evil gleaming yellow eyes. "Oh, no, no, no! Garson, no, it would kill me!" she wailed.
Garson smiled. "Nothing of the sort. It will not be released. It will stay in its cage." He watched as Diego hung the cage over Flora, right between her legs. "It-likes ants, my dear, and has a most adroit tongue. You'll see."
The cage hung swaying, as the lizard crawled around, flicking its tongue and darting glances. The girl's screams and writhing body beneath him attracted his attention. Looking down through the bars, it saw the ants and lowered its head.
Without warning, the long red tongue, nearly a foot long, snaked out of the lizard's mouth and slid along the inside of Flora's thigh, gathering up ants and snapping back into the lizard's mouth. Garson looked at Diego, amused. "My, he's hungry. It seems I neglected to feed him for a few days."
Again and again the long tongue licked out, gathering up wiggling ants and caressing Flora's helpless exposed body while the girl struggled and threw back her head and screamed. Above her, the lizard became excited, scrabbling about in its cage for a better position. It had spotted the swarming mass of trapped ants that were torturing the poor helplessly bound girl's cunt. Again and again, like lightning bolts, the lizard's tongue snapped down, licking her cunt with its rough sandpaper tongue, probing into the cunt, sliding deep, its way lubricated by Flora's juices.
And suddenly, Flora's moans of revulsion and terror turned to whimperings of joy as she felt the tongue slide in and out all around her cunt, scraping its way over her clitoris again and again. Lewdly, she tried her best to thrust higher, nearer the cage as the lizard crouched and licked faster, flicking out at her nakedly exposed anus now. "like that, Flora?" Garson asked in a silky quiet voice.
"Yes," she moaned. "Ohhh god, yessss!"
Diego raised the cage and the lizard scrambled around, its tongue wildly flicking out while Diego poured more writhing ants on Flora's cunt and Flora begged him for more.
The cage was slowly lowered into place and the lizard went to work with a vengeance, determined to get each and every ant while Flora struggled, sweating, moaning hoarsely, thrusting her hips up despite the pain, her body shuddering over and over as the tongue struck her cunt again and again until, with a long wild animal scream, she convulsed and hung limp, her orgasm over. She lay, half-conscious, moaning under the sensuous impact of the lizard's tongue.
At a nod from Garson, the cage was taken away. Garson got up. "Interesting," he said to Diego, "but not interesting enough. She'll do for the party but I've other plans to make." He indicated Flora with a flick of the fingers. "Do with her what you like."
Diego grinned, looking at the still helplessly bound girl. "Thanks, boss. I can think of a couple of things!"
CHAPTER SIX
They drove in Molly's car, Chico driving, the two of them making smutty remarks, talking about other times they had been to the roadhouse and the things that had gone on. Alice was silent most of the time, looking out the window and wondering, worrying, about whether or not she had done the right thing. The place, the roadhouse, as the two of them went on talking, sounded more and more like something she had read about. A brothel.
She put her hand to her head and massaged her temples. Before this evening, everything was simple. Now, she had more money than she had ever had in one time in her life before, was half-drunk and had been terribly excited by the show she had seen with Chico. Every time she thought of the warm olive oil, a shudder ran through her body. And the shudder returned, now, in the car, as she listened to Molly talk of the night a famous movie starlet gambled and the men who joined in and gambled along with her.
There was something wonderfully exciting about doing something that was dangerous and sinful. A sense of guilty lust swept through her body. She told herself she would get off in some dark corner and watch what went on. Just watch, no more.
They pulled off the highway and started up a dark lonely dark road, Alice looking out at the forbidding desert and wondering, for a moment, if they weren't kidding her, pulling a monstrous joke on her.
Ahead, they dipped into a gully and there before them was the roadhouse. It was a group of low sprawling buildings, with a group of cabins out behind. All in all, it looked run-down and unpretentious.
Inside, it was richly decked out, with murals on the walls that seemed not to make sense to Alice in the dim light until her eyes grew accustomed to the semi-dark and she saw they were intertwined nude figures of men and women. An orgy had been painted on all the walls, a writhing lustful mass of flesh!
Alice stood shocked, not knowing what to say. Her attention zeroed in on a naked girl kneeling, her open mouth locked tightly around the thick hardened cock of a grinning man. She turned away, embarrassed. "What's the matter?"
Molly asked, mocking. "It's only a picture."
Chico chided Molly and guided the two of them to a corner table. A tall heavy man came over, nodding to Chico and Molly and looking quizzically at Alice. "A new player?" he asked.
"Just a spectator and not to be bothered," Chico said, handing the man some folded money.
The man nodded and went away to return in a few minutes with a bucket of champagne. "Compliments of the house."
The center of the large room was bare, like a dance floor, it was, in fact, at one time, a dance floor. Over against one wall was a large wheel with numbers on it. In front of the wheel was a long bare table.
"The gambling will begin in a few minutes," Chico said, glancing at his watch. He smiled at Alice. "Then you can watch. Everyone will be so busy, no one will notice you."
Chico poured the champagne and they toasted the evening, Alice sipping. The bubbly wine went into her nose and she made a face, explaining to a laughing Chico and Molly that she had never before drunk champagne.
There was a smattering of applause and Alice looked to see a man walk and stand in front of the wheel. The houselights dimmed until they were in almost total darkness. Baby spots, imbedded in the ceiling came on, sending down soft cones of light onto the dance floor. "Will the players please take their positions," the man in front of the wheel called out.
Alice peered into the dark and saw people emerging from booths, men and women, and walk out onto the floor and stand under the spots, facing the wheel.
"I'm in the mood to play," Molly said in a husky voice, sliding from the booth and walking out onto the floor.
Alice looked fearfully at Chico in the dark. "Don't leave me, please," she implored.
Chico laughed gently and poured her some more champagne. "Don't worry. Relax, enjoy yourself."
"How can Molly do such a thing?" Alice asked in an awed voice.
Chico folded his hands and looked out at the floor. "I have known Molly for a little over two years. She is thirty-eight years old. In a few more years, her looks will begin to go. She is a very attractive woman and, Alice, she is very open, warm, and passionate. Molly loves to experience life. She wants to take a rich assortment of memories and experiences into her old age. It is not for me to judge her. I've never known her to hurt anyone. In fact, she's got a heart of gold. This is her way of enjoying herself." He leveled a serious gaze at Alice. "She can do such a thing because she enjoys it. It is not for you to judge her."
Alice looked down at her glass. "I'm sorry." She rather liked the understanding Chico expressed. It showed him to be an intelligent and broadminded man.
Sipping the champagne, Alice watched as the man behind the wheel, said, "The betting is now open. All bets down." She watched, feeling a delicious sense of excitement as the room was abuzz with sound and the players took off articles of clothing. One woman took off her dress and stood in panties, bra, garter belt and stockings and shoes. Other players removed articles of clothing and walked up to the long table, placing their clothes in neat piles on top of various numbers. Alice caught her breath as she watched Molly reach under her miniskirt and pull down brief panties and parade up to the table holding them aloft.
"Why is she doing that?" she whispered to Chico.
"The odds are different, depending on the article of clothing you bet. Naturally, the more intimate the article, the greater the odds. The croupier fixes the value of each article. If the player loses, he can buy the clothing back at the end of the game. Win or lose, no one is permitted to put clothing back on until they withdraw from the game."
"What happens when ... you know?" Alice asked.
Chico smiled in the dark. "You mean, when a player has removed all his clothes, when someone is naked?"
Alice couldn't look at him. She nodded down at her glass.
Chico didn't answer until she looked up at him. "Wait and see," he whispered.
Despite all her upbringing, Alice had to admit it was exciting to watch the players in various stages of undressing. Just how far would the players go, and, when they were naked, standing nude in the middle of the dance floor, men and women, with everybody looking at them, what would they do then? Eagerly, she sipped on the champagne. Chico was right, she told herself, she shouldn't judge Molly. Nor anyone else for that matter.
A waiter came to their table, wheeling a huge Turkish waterpipe. "What is that?" Alice asked as Chico nodded to the waiter and the waiter obediently handed what looked like an ebony mouth pipe connected to the waterpipe by a long hose.
"It's a way of smoking they have in the middle east. Very cool. Here, let me show you." Chico sucked on the pipe, inhaling and handed the mouthpiece to Alice, saying, "Just inhale gently and then hold your breath."
Alice took the piece and inhaled, almost choking on sweet pungent air. She gasped for breath. "That tastes funny."
Chico laughed. "Try it some more. It's like champagne."
Alice tried once more, then quit, laughing, "I can't do it."
They sat in silence, watching the players. A heavy silence had fallen over the room. It seemed to Alice that incense was being burned somewhere as she watched the wheel spinning, slowly, then stopping. "Four, number four is the winner!" the croupier called. There was a shout of joy and one woman went forward to collect chips. "Place your bets," the croupier called.
Alice sat in a trance, watching the players removing still another article of clothing and placing it on the long table, betting a certain number. She sat, dreamily watching one man bet all his clothing but his underwear. Time seemed suspended and it was almost as if Alice were someone else watching a movie. The players seemed to take an interminable time to place their clothing and return to the floor to stand under the spots. Molly had removed her shoes and stockings and stood barefoot, her legs exposed far up her thigh. Alice knew she wasn't wearing anything but a minidress and a bra. It was daring and exciting.
Alice felt more relaxed than she had in months. She let her head fall back and, with eyes half-closed, she watched the players. The wheel seemed to spin forever, In the semi-dark Alice could see waiters wheeling the huge waterpipes from table to table and the pungent penetrating smell of incense was heavy in the air.
The wheel stopped and number nine was a winner and Alice watched, feeling helpless to move, not wanting to move and spoil the relaxation she was feeling. Chico, next to her, shifted in his seat and his shoulder was against hers. Alice didn't mind. It felt good and she smiled as she watched the players removing more clothes, watched, her mouth open, as Molly took her dress off over her head and stood, naked except for her bra. Alice gaped. Somehow, Molly standing under a spotlight with her red hair, naked, her triangle of flaming red pubic hair plainly visible for all to see, with Molly slowly turning around, showing her firm belly, her long swanning thighs, her firm, uprearing buttocks, her finely tapered calves, and still, still wearing a black bra was lewd and exciting to Alice. Absentmindedly, she spread her legs, feeling warm air gently caress the insides of her thighs.
She turned her head languidly to Chico, smiling vaguely. "What was in that waterpipe?"
"Hashish," Chico said, leaning closer and patting her hand that was lying quietly in her lap.
"That's bad," Alice said, trying to frown. "No it isn't, it just relaxes you."
"It does that," Alice agreed and laughed despite herself. "Look at Molly."
"I have been."
Alice looked to see the man who had the underwear on. He was now naked and something, a feeling, expanded in Alice's throat and she suddenly felt hot. The lips of her vagina seemed to have a life of their own and they began to swell and part, forming tight ridges around her cunt, pressing against the band of her panties. The tightness felt good and started her vagina involuntarily flowing.
She looked at the naked man who stood with his hands on his hips. He had a muscular figure, better than Tom's. Alice found she couldn't take her eyes off his penis which was huge and she took her breath in gently as he stood under the spot and she could clearly see it was beginning to swell, with veins standing out on its thick sides.
With a little moan, she wiggled in her seat, feeling the band of her panties wet now and wiggling down into the seat in order to force the band up tighter on her throbbing clitoris. Chico, with his hand still in her lap, patting and stroking her hand, noticed her furtive movements and smiled. "Exciting, isn't it?"
"Yes," Alice breathed. "What are they going to do."
"We'll see."
The wheel stopped and number two was the winner. The naked man stood in the spot, grinning. A woman, fully dressed, wearing a mink coat, older, showing her age, came out onto the floor and said something to the naked man who nodded and, together, they left the floor and walked through a door.
"Where are they going?" Alice asked.
"I believe she bought his clothes back."
"Oh." Alice nodded. She wanted to ask more but found her attention was easily distracted. Her eyes raced over the floor, looking at the naked figures. More people, men and women, were coming out onto the floor and talking to the players and some were leaving. In a few minutes or hours Alice couldn't tell which, there were just a few players left and Molly was now betting her bra and standing brazenly in the middle of the floor, her heavy breasts with pale pink nipples jutting out.
The wheel spun again and seventeen was the winner and Molly shrugged good naturedly. A man came out of a booth and said something to Molly and the two of them left the room together.
Watching them, Alice felt giddy and as if she couldn't catch her breath. She squirmed more in the seat, now feeling the flame-urge strongly.
She couldn't resist asking, "What are they going to do?"
For an answer, Chico got up, holding out his hand. "Come, I'll show you."
Without thinking, Alice let Chico lead her across the dance floor and out a door and down a dark corridor. Chico stopped in front of a door and knocked, cocking his head and listening for an answer. After a moment, he opened the door and they stepped in, Chico closing and locking the door behind them with Alice giving him a questioning look and Chico grinning, "That's in case some players happen to come along."
Chico indicated a couch and sat down, saying, "I'll tell you in a second if we have the right room." He pushed a button on a coffee table next to the couch and the wall opposite where they were sitting was lighted up. A glass partition separated the two rooms, and Alice could see Molly in the next room, lying naked on a bed, moving, writhing, her hands running over her body in a lascivious way as the man stood over the bed and slowly undressed, smiling lewdly down at Molly.
"Molly!" Alice called, sitting up.
"She can't see you or hear you, it's a one way mirror," Chico said. "Sit down," he ordered, rough for the first time, "and watch."
Alice sat stunned as she watched the man undress and saw his huge erect prick with a blood red head swelling larger as he crawled on the bed, crawled to kneel on either side of Molly's shoulders, and crouched, his throbbing cock in one hand. Alice watched as Molly closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide and her tongue licked slowly around the great head. Then, caressing the rigid cock with both hands, she slowly drew the smooth, bulbous head deeply into her mouth.
The man's prick seemed to fill Molly's mouth with its head alone. Molly sucked, trying to draw more in, her lips like two tight elastic bands around the head which seemed to Alice to be bigger than she ever thought any penis could be.
Desire swept through like a flash-fire. She slumped back with Chico putting a supporting arm around her. She slumped in her seat and tried to imperceptively wiggle the band of her panties tight up against her crotch, feeling, with a shivering thrill of satisfaction, the band slip up in the crack of her buttocks and touch, lightly, her anus.
She watched Molly's face which seemed swept clean with passion as she lifted her head from the bed and sucked greedily, as if she wanted to devour the whole huge cock in her mouth. Alice watched the man above her begin to slowly and obscenely pump his hips. A trickle of vaginal juices seeped through the tight band of her parities and slowly oozed down the inside of one thigh. What she was watching was wrong, all wrong. The face that they were watching such an obscene and perverted act was wrong. She had never dreamed Molly was so disgusting, so debased, and yet there she was, hanging onto the thrusting penis of a stranger with both hands, her cheeks going hollow as the man withdrew, expanding as he thrust home, growing wilder with each thrust.
It was wrong. Immoral, sinful, evil. It was all wrong and yet it was, at the same time, the most exciting thing she had ever seen in her life. She moaned as she watched and sunk lower in the couch, squirming bolder now, not caring, squirming to tighten the soaking wet crotch band of her panties against her clitoris, hoping in some way to bring herself to a climax.
It was all wrong and, in that face. Alice felt some kind of wild unreasoning excitement. The very fact that it was all wrong made it all the more desirable to do. Her brain raced madly, thinking: just once in my life, just once, to do all the things I've dreamt about, all the wrong things, to do them just once for the thrill of doing them!
It made insane, lascivious sense. Chico, with Ins arm around her, let his hand slip idly down and rest on one of her huge firm breasts. He gave it a little squeeze and Alice spread her legs wider.
In the other room, the man was now bucking on top of Molly so hard Alice was afraid he would hurt her but Molly clung to the cock as if her life depended on it, sucking harder. With brute strength, the man leaped off Molly and turned her over on the bed, Molly, without prompting, raised her buttocks high, crouching on her knees, her face almost lost in the covers on the bed.
Alice, watching, with mouth open, moaned and sat helpless as Chico unbuttoned the front of her dress and slipped his hand down inside of her bra. More than anything, Alice wanted to put her own hands on her inflamed, throbbing cunt which now had trickled her excited sexual juices down the insides of both thighs.
Alice watched, moaning with delight, as the man kneeled behind Molly and guided the head of his cock to rub softly on Molly's exposed and spread cunt with Molly wiggling back up, eager to be fucked. Alice watched, mesmerized, as the man slowly slid the cock in and out and said something to Molly and Molly answered, her face twisted by passion. She seemed to be saying something over and over as Alice watched the huge cock slipping in and out, withdrawing to the head and slowly sinking deeper with each mighty thrust. She watched and shivered as the stiff cock came out, covered and glistening with
Molly's vaginal juice.
Beside her, the tips of Chico's fingers were massaging the nipple of her breast and Alice squirmed more, feeling the nipple harden and wave erect, feeling his massaging fingers pleasant, feeling a slender thrill go down her spine and into her lust-inflamed pussy.
Now the man in the other room held Molly by the hips and was fucking harder, faster, increasing the tempo with Molly below him, thrusting her ass up to meet each movement forward of the mercilessly surging cock.
Chico put a hand on Alice's thigh and her hand crept over to meet and restrain his. Slowly, as Alice watched in utter fascination as the man seemed to be going wild now, fucking Molly savagely and without mercy, she felt Chico's hand stealing down her thigh toward the hem of her dress, her own hand on top of his and powerless to stop him.
At the hem of her dress, Chico started back up, drawing the dress up higher and higher. Alice sat watching, unable to do anything else as the man suddenly, his mouth moving, withdrew from Molly and fell on the bed, rolling on his back with Molly up and straddling him, reaching under for his hard, glistening prick and, holding it in position, and spreading the pubic hair with its smooth, rubbery head, she crouched, the prick gliding tightly into the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt. Slowly, holding her breasts in her hands, pinching the nipples, she began an obscene grind, forcing the prick as far as it would go into her widely split vaginal passage.
Chico now had Alice's dress up so high the white wet crotch band of her panties showed. In her ear, Chico whispered, "I want to feel that little cunt of yours." And the coarseness, the smuttiness of his voice sent a strange forbidden thrill through Alice. Again, not really paying attention to his hand, Alice watched and Molly began to slowly pump up and down over the man. Alice could clearly see the pink edges of her cunt made ragged by her pubic hair, pulling out and going back in each time she withdrew, then slipped down over the cock again.
Chico had a finger on the wetness of her panties, gently forcing the crotch band aside, revealing her soft blonde pubic hair now soaked and matted and one ridge of her swollen vulva lips. Alice groaned, watching as Molly and the man now seemed frenzied and wild, their mouths open and their eyes closed.
Alice now realized she was sprawled on a couch with her dress up around her waist, her hips thrust out and her legs spread wide and Chico was now fondling her excitedly pulsating cunt and she was liking it. She moaned low and said, "Please stop."
"Why?" Chico whispered, "Don't you like it?" Before she could answer he said, "Look!" And without thinking she turned her passion smoked eyes back to the lewd spectacle in the other room.
Molly and the man were now bucking, rearing, the man arching his back off the bed with the full weight of Molly on top of him. Molly had thrown her head back and her body was twitching out of control. Alice watched as the man grabbed her hips and pumped load after load of cum into Molly's voraciously milking cunt. For a fleeting second, they seemed suspended in mid-air, then they both crashed to the bed, falling in a tangled heap.
Alice summoned all of her strength. "Chico, stop, I can't, I'm a married woman." With what strength and concentration she could muster, she forced his hand away from her moist, hungry vagina and closed her legs, sitting up and looking away from Chico and the two exhausted people in the next room. "That's disgusting," she said in a low voice.
Chico agreed. "Disgusting, but exciting. You watched it."
Alice tried to catch her breath. "I've never seen anything like that. How could she do such a thing?"
"It is easy, my dear Alice Compton. If they had their climax a few minutes later, you would have been doing it too!"
"Me?" Alice asked, looking at Chico incredulously.
"Yes, you, Alice. I felt you and I know you were excited. Don't kid me, that aloof exterior is really to hide the volcano inside you. If they had gone on, in a few minutes you would have been fucking me and loving it."
Alice felt as if acid had been thrown in her face. It was true. She had been on the verge of losing complete control; so much so that she let Chico touch her in a way that not even Tom had. She stood up, "I've got to get some fresh air."
"Very well." Chico walked over and unlocked the door and stood, allowing Alice to pass. They walked back down the hall and into the dimly lit dance floor where Alice stopped. The game was still going on with different players in various stages of nudity. A naked man smiled at her and she couldn't take her eyes from his penis. Chico took her by the arm and led her back to their booth. A waiter came at his signal, wheeling the huge waterpipe. Without any ceremony, he handed Alice the mouthpiece and she took it and sucked deeply.
They sat, Alice soon lapsing into a dream state, slowly saying, the words slurred as the lewd vision of her girlfriend, Molly, and that strange man filtered through her hashish-drugged mind, "I've never seen anything like that in all my life."
"No, you haven't," Chico said, suddenly contemptuous, "And I seriously doubt if you'll ever feel anything even remotely like it if you live to be a hundred years old, poor Alice Compton."
"What do you mean?" Alice asked, looking at the naked players again. Two of them, a man and a women, were naked and running their hands over each other's bodies as the wheel was spinning.
"You watch all that's going on and you get excited. You look out there and wish you had the nerve to get out there and let men look at your naked body. You wish, but you can't. You haven't the nerve, you haven't got the guts. You'll never know what real love is like, you poor dumb bitch."
Alice turned her head, her eyes wide. No one had ever talked to her in such a way. "What do you mean?"
"I dare you to get out there and gamble."
"Who? Me?" she asked, stunned.
"Yes!" Chico said, spitting the word out. "You are such a fraud. I'll take Molly over ten of you! What are you risking out there? Money, to buy your clothes back. Nothing can happen that you don't want to happen, Alice. You like to watch but you're afraid. You, Alice Compton, are a coward."
"I am not!" she answered defiantly. "It's just that I was raised differently."
"Rationalizations are nice, but it all boils down to you being a coward. I'll take you home, Alice, that's where you belong, home alone and dreaming." Chico got up.
"No, don't go. It's not true," Alice said, "I'm not a coward, it's just, well, I just can't bring myself to do such a thing."
Chico held his hand out. "Do it with me, Alice. I won't harm you, I give you my word. Forget what I said. Do it. You may never have another chance in your life and you'll always regret it. Come."
Reaching for her, he jerked her to her feet and led her out onto the dance floor and underneath a spot. Alice, her eyes long accustomed to the dark, couldn't see anything but Chico standing in front of her. "Gamble your dress," he said.
"How?" Alice said, feeling her lustful flame come back deep in her groin. There was something so exciting, knowing that complete strangers were watching.
"Take it off," Chico said, getting out of his jacket, "Then you place it on a number you think will win. Come, I'll show you."
Hesitatingly, Alice got out of her dress, slipping it off over her head and standing in her slip while people tittered in the dark around her.
Shocked, she looked at Chico, who said, "I don't think they've ever seen a player wearing a slip before. Take it off. Bet it."
Alice did as she was told and stood in panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. A murmur arose around the room, an excited undercurrent of talking. Alice stood, self-conscious yet excited. Never before had she been the center of such attention and excitement. As she looked around the floor, several other women were in various stages of undress and almost all of them had good figures but none of them matched hers in pulchritude. She stood with her huge firm breasts swelling and heavy in her bra; the bra itself seeming a flimsy thing with her breasts like two overripe honeydew melons, straining to be released. Her stomach seemed a field of swooping yet firm contours, her hips broad and shapely with her panties seeming too small, biting into the flesh.
With a shock, she remembered how she had squirmed in the booth, riding the white band of her panties tight up against her excited vaginal lips and how Chico had snapped the band to one side so, as she stood, one lip of her vagina and her downy soft pubic hair stood out. Behind her, the panties had been wedged into the smooth dark crevice of her buttocks so that they formed an invisible line between the soft white cheeks that were now bare and exposed.
An elation she had never felt before swept through her. With such a beautiful figure, it was impossible for her not to feel vain. She turned this way and that while Chico, after asking what number she wanted to bet, placed their clothing on the table.
Alice stood in the middle of the floor unable to see anything but the other players around her. The women were looking at her with envious eyes and the men with something more than envy in their eyes. She smiled through a fog of hashish and liquor. Chico was right; it was a good feeling and there was no harm in it.
The wheel stopped and both Chico and Alice lost. Without looking at her, Chico shrugged and took off his tie, shirt and pants, walking to the table with them.
Alice stood still. For a moment, it seemed as if she were not real, just a lovely statue. The room grew still. Even the croupier didn't move and the waiters stopped rolling the huge waterpipe around. Alice stood, barely breathing, aware that every eye, every person in that room was straining all of their attention on her, waiting for what she would do next.
It would be a simple thing to walk off the floor, buy her clothes back and retire to the safety of the dark booth she had deserted. Chico came back and stood in the spot next to her without looking or acknowledging her presence.
The silence continued so intense it seemed sure to shatter. Somewhere, a glass would tinkle, a person would cough, a door open. Alice stood, feeling the flame deep inside her igniting again, feeling it rage until her whole stomach seemed rampaging with desire.
Slowly, she moved one hand and she heard someone catch their breath in the dark. Ever so slowly, her hand crept up her back where two fingers felt the clasp of her bra and, with a flick of the fingers, she snapped the clasp and her breasts leaped forward, freed from the confining bra and she took it off and carried it in her hand to the table, placing it on number three, seeing the eager eyes of the croupier on her breasts. "For this," he said, "I'll give you ten-to-one odds."
She walked back to her place under the spot, her huge breasts firm, jiggling and jellying wity each step. Around her, the voices rose like a field of excited beehives. So loud and fast was the talking that she could barely hear the wheel spinning. Alice won! She became so excited that she jumped up and down, clapping her hands, her mountainous breasts shaking. Chico turned to her, smiling, "You have won. Ten-to-one odds. The bra was worth a thousand dollars to you."
People were applauding and shouting for more and Chico came to her side. "See? Dare a little and gain much. You could possibly gain much more by daring more now, Alice."
Alice looked at him with excited drugged eyes. "Yes," she whispered. Without hesitation now, for she felt reckless and lewd, she began peeling off her skin tight panties. There was a groan from someone behind her as she stooped to remove them, revealing the naked crevice of her buttocks for all those on that side of the room to see. She walked, in nothing but a garter belt and long stockings and high heels to place her bet on number five. The excitement and noise in the room was so intense, it seemed that lightning might crackle at any moment. Chico was beside her at the table, betting all of his clothing on number five. He grinned at her. "I know a winner when I see one."
Alice looked down at his naked body and couldn't help staring. His cock was every bit as big as the man she had watched with Molly. Bigger perhaps, hanging between his legs like some primeval thing. A lewd liquid thrill swept through her body. A feeling, a suggestion, entered her mind. This, she thought, must be what it is like to be a whore.
Chico took her hand and gripped it hard, the two of them walking back to the center of the floor with all eyes on them. A man, obviously aroused, emerged from the dark, walking up to Alice and breathing hard. "Name your price," he said tensely.
Chico stepped in front of him. "I'm sorry, my friend, don't bother the lady."
Roughly, the man shouldered Chico aside and stood close to Alice, his eyes racing over her body. "I asked the lady. The rules of the club say it is up to her."
Chico looked at Alice and slowly nodded. "He is right. Remember, I said no one can make you do anything you don't want to do."
The man stood with clenched fists. "How about it? Name your own price."
Alice smiled. "I'm here to gamble. No thank you, I'm flattered but not interested."
The man glared at her before saying, "Okay, that's the way you want to be. Hard to get. Well, there's always later." He spun on his heel and vanished into the darkness.
"All bets placed," the croupier called and spun the wheel and Alice and Chico lost amid a chorus of disappointed calls. Chico shrugged and said, "You still are a big winner. Want to quit now and buy our clothes back?"
Alice heaved a sigh, her breasts rising and falling. "I think so, Chico."
They made their way to the table, standing with the other players. Voices called out, begging for them to continue and a nearly naked man next to Alice said, "You could always bet your body. With a build like yours, you could get an easy hundred-to-one."
Alice looked at him, intrigued, excited, but Chico shook his head and they turned their attention to the croupier who paid Alice in chips, minus the cost of her clothes, and took Chico's money. Holding their clothes in his arms, Chico gestured with his head. "Back here to change."
Alice followed, weaving among the tables with envious male eyes on her sensuously swaying figure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chico led Alice down a dark hall on the opposite side of the building from the room where they had watched Molly. Opening a door, Chico nodded for Alice to enter. Alice stopped, realizing she was alone with a naked man, a virtual stranger.
For an answer to her hesitation, Chico took her by the arm, surprising her with his strength and forced her into the room, spinning her across the floor, sending the chips in her hand flying.
He shut the door behind him and locked it, looking at Alice with narrowed eyes. Alice stumbled backward, frightened, saying, "Chico, please, no!" Her legs hit a bed and she lost her balance and fell backward.
Before she could do more than get to her elbows, Chico was on top of her, having thrown their clothes to one side. His arms were like steel bonds around her, pinning her under him and she struggled, thrashing around, only succeeding in separating her long milk white legs and allowing Chico to get his knee between them. She pleaded, over and over, saying, finally, "Let me up or I'll scream!"
A low chuckle came from Chico. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Scream away, you snooty little bitch, it won't do you any good."
Determined, Alice fought with all her might but Chico was too much for her, gradually forcing her trembling legs further and further apart, pinning her flat against the bed and exposing her naked pubic mound and tight little pussy underneath. She could feel his cock, now hard and swelling, pressing against her pubic hair and embedding itself in the soft flesh of her stomach.
With the quickness of a mongoose, Chico shifted his grip and ducked his head down, taking one of her huge breasts in his mouth. Hungrily, he chewed and sucked, taking all of her nipple in his mouth and running his tongue over it and sucking and biting on it. "Chico, stop! Oh god, please stop!" she pleaded, her voice going high and breathy as she felt her body involuntarily responding to this treatment, both her nipples becoming bullet hard and a deep thrill running through her body.
Her head fell back and she pleaded in a tiny voice as Chico wedged his other knee between her legs, forcing them wider apart still. Still holding her with one arm, Chico groped with his free one, his hand finding the swollen edges of her cunt and his fingers probing the soft, wet, fleshy substance there. "Oh, you're hurting me!" she cried in a faint voice.
Taking his face from her breasts, Chico whispered in her ear, "You liked it out there. You liked the whole thing, didn't you? Answer me!"
"No, oh, you're hurting me!" Alice moaned as a finger found its way up inside her hot, pulsating young cunt and probed around, a nail scraping the sides of the gently throbbing walls.
For an answer, Chico slid still another finger into her tight cunt, stretched it and slowly began sawing in and out. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"No," Alice moaned, her eyes closed tightly and every bit of her drug and alcohol fogged brain fighting the salaciously growing feeling inside of her.
Chico picked up the pace of his finger fucking, Alice moaning and pleading, her voice dying away as the rhythm of his sawing fingers, became contagious and, despite herself, she felt her betraying hips beginning to move and it was such a good feeling. Before, with Tom, she had always been content to lie motionless, letting him do all the work which he always ended too quickly.
"That's it, you hot little bitch, move!" Chico commanded in a hoarse voice and Alice found herself responding, rotating her hips as his fingers fucked in and out faster and faster between her thighs. "You liked it out there, didn't you, liked being naked in front of all those people?"
"I don't know," Alice whispered.
Chico suddenly pulled his fingers free with a wet sucking sound and held them up under his nose. "Ah," he whispered, "that's a good smell. Smell it!" he said, thrusting his fingers under her nose. Alice couldn't help but smelling. It was pungent and sweet and oddly exciting.
Gripping her arms by the wrist, Chico was suddenly off her and his tongue was snaking a wet trail down her stomach, pausing to lick and bore into her squirming navel then on down, down over her pubic hair and licking the insides of her thighs then all around the edges of her cunt. With one last desperate cry, she screamed "No!" before Chico glued his open mouth over her cunt and sucked hard and Alice's "No!" trailed off in a long cry that ended in a moan of delight as his poker hot tongue found and licked at her tiny clitoris and slid slowly, tantalizingly, up, up, up like a slippery eel into her hot cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhyes!" she hissed all in one long breath, her hips pumping now. Never before had she felt such an exquisite sensation and she wished it would go on all night! Her mouth open, her eyes half-closed, a look of lewdness on her face, she forgot where she was, forgot who Chico was, forgot even who she was and lasciviously spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue to burrow and wiggle deeper, her hips beginning a long slow rotating undulation as Chico sucked. "Oh, never stop that, never, never, never!" she crooned, increasing her motion more and more.
Chico let go of her wrists and her hands flew to his head and she pulled it in tighter on her cunt, her legs spread wide, her knees and legs rising off the bed, her hips rotating like mad.
Chico licked and sucked like a man dying of thirst, building Alice toward an orgasm. Alice saw herself like a raft caught in the rapids of a foaming river. She relaxed totally, her whole body writhing on the bed now, like a stick being tossed about in foaming white water. Ahead, there was a roaring, a mighty roaring that was building in intensity every moment. A great waterfall was ahead and soon, she would plunge over it. The waterfall was her orgasm and Alice yearned for the violence of it, urging Chico on in incoherent gasps. "That's it, oh, yes, I love it!" she said over and over again, wanting Chico to bury his whole mouth in her flaming cunt, wanting to go over the waterfall in a mad headlong falling rush and plunge deep into the green waters of her own cum.
With a mighty effort, Chico tore himself free and leaped on top of her. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to beg for it!" he grunted at her.
"Yes, yes!" Alice cried, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she said, surprised at the coarse sound of her own voice and thrilled with the dirty words she was using. She did want him to fuck her, she wanted him to fuck her all night; at that moment, she wanted him to fuck her forever!
Taking his huge pulsating cock in his hand, Chico shoved the head of it against her cunt, wetting it with her cuntal juices and letting it slide up and down. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes!" Alice hissed, pulling her knees up near her breasts and wiggling down her buttocks harder into the bed.
"Beg me to fuck you, I want to hear you beg for it!"
"Please fuck me, please fuck me hard, please, please fuck me all night!" she said in a low thrilling voice, delighted to hear herself say the words.
Although she was aware of it, she paid no notice to the dark figures that were slipping through the door and standing along the wall, watching the bed intently. Molly was there, naked, standing next to her stood the man who had propositioned Alice on the dance floor. Other men, in various stages of undress, crowded into the room.
Slowly, Chico began leaning his weight on Alice, the thick mushroom head of his cock plowing into her cunt, spreading its soft warm fleshiness with her juices forced out and tangling in her pubic hair. With a shuddering moan, Alice threw her arms around Chico's neck and locked her mouth to his, Chico using his tongue to plunge into her mouth.
The people stood and watched as Alice's cunt was spread into a tight round pink circle by Chico's thick cock as it slowly slid in deeper, its way greased by her vaginal juices. Alice moaned at the pain as it seemed her cunt was stretched beyond endurance and would split and ruin her forever. The pain kept building until she screamed. She felt it wasn't possible to endure any more as the huge lust-hardened cock slid further and further into the musky depths of her ravenous cunt. Thy pain built until her lips began to make a helpless mewing sound, suddenly finding the pain a pleasure.
"Look at her," Molly said. "She loves it."
"Yeah," the man said next to her, "And I'm going to fuck her no matter what I do."
Alice wrapped her legs around Chico and pulled him closer, driving his shaft still deeper, riding the pain into that roaring river of pleasure she felt deep inside of her. She had heard the voices and, through eyes blurred with drugs and rampant passion, she could see dim figures all around her. Very well, she thought, let them see me get fucked, let them watch me fuck with all I have. A deep dark sluttish thrill ravaged her body. Let them watch, let them see her behaving as a whore! She loved it!
Madly, she began pumping and gyrating her full, white buttocks and Chico began pumping like a demon into her, fighting her sudden maniacal strength with all that he had.
"Would you look at them fuck!" a voice said, low and excited. "I've got to have some of that pussy!"
Alice closed her eyes against the ecstasy she felt. It was as if she were made for this, had been living in a state of suspended animation all her life waiting for this moment when she was naked in a room full of strangers, being savagely fucked by a man she barely knew. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder!"
Chico responded with all his might, his cock sawing in and out of her tight little cunt with all his might, pulling out with such force, it suctioned out the red inflamed walls of her cunt and slamming home with such passion it sucked in the lips of her vagina with the wet matted pubic hair disappearing for a second. Alice found herself gripping for dear life to his ramrod prick, tightening the muscles of her cunt as hard as she could as the cock rammed home deeper and deeper, the blood-red head banging against her cervix, causing her to scream in delight and throw her hips up to receive more, all, of his hot, mercilessly pistoning cock.
A groan escaped Chico and he jerked, involuntarily, cumming, gushing his white hot sperm deep into her hungrily clasping cunt, pumping semen again and again, filling her with cum and having it seep out the sides. Alice screamed, "No, no, not yet, not YET!" and pushed up all the harder against him, but Chico, with a groan, went limp and rolled from her. "No, please, not yet!" she pleaded.
"Don't worry, baby," one of the men said, rushing for the bed and pushing Chico to one side.
"Oh, no, I asked this cunt out on the floor!" another man said, running to the bed and raising a fist.
"Wait!" Molly called. Everyone, Alice included, turned to look at her. "No sense in fighting. Why don't you two share her? She won't mind."
"Not a bad idea," one man grinned, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it into Alice's willing cunt, with Alice beginning a lascivious grind the moment she felt his hard cock slipping in.
The other man quickly undressed and kneeled over her shoulders and roughly seized her head with both hands, pulling it up. He didn't have to. Eagerly she opened her mouth and sucked on the hot throbbing prick. It tasted so good! she told herself.
The two men fucked her unmercifully between them, battering her body and head. Alice was turned and twisted, jerked and beaten as the man over her shoulders held her by the hair and fucked her mouth savagely, sticking his cock far back into her mouth where she gagged and saw stars. Nothing mattered to Alice, she was roaring down that river, engulfed in white-hot cum, cum spewing into her mouth and cunt as the men shouted and she gulped the cum down to keep from drowning and felt herself teetering on the edge of the plunge over the waterfall, gasping for air and whimpering as the men climbed off her.
And yet, it didn't matter that they were leaving her, for two more men climbed on the bed, turning her over and forcing her on her knees. A rough finger popped into her anus and reamed around while another great head spread her cunt wider open and began savagely fucking her.
Alice, with strands of cum still hanging from her lips, saw legs slide underneath her and another cock near her mouth. Eagerly, with a little greedy cry she took it in her mouth, bit on it gently, then sucked as hard as she could.
They fucked her as savagely as the first two men, even harder, her huge breasts jiggling and shaking, the tips of her nipples brushing against the bed. Alice screwed her ass up and back to take more and sucked faster on the cock in her hands. This time, she told herself with a wild thrill, this time she would make it over the falls head first.
There was no stopping her as she fucked and moaned like a woman possessed. She fucked beyond exhaustion, came to the edge of the falls, a fireball within her about to explode, hovered, and plunged down over the side in a long screaming fall down into ecstasy.
Alice went limp and let the men do with her what they wanted. They fucked her savagely, pumping white hot sperm into her cunt and her mouth, some of it drooling out the corner of her mouth, and she lay spent, naked, her face and widespread crotch glistening lewdly with the cum of all of them.
"Somebody get some oil," Molly said, Alice barely hearing her as she lay stretched out, naked, uncaring, someone she couldn't see was fondling her huge breast and she didn't even care who it was, just that he go on playing with them and tweaking her nipples and arousing her again.
A door opened and closed and a voice said, "Here it is."
Alice lay still, eyes closed, her lips smiling as she felt the oil being poured over her body and rough male hands, many of them, spread the oil over her body, from her feet to her neck, rolling her over on her stomach and rubbing it all over her back, her thighs, her ass, even spreading her legs and rubbing it into the crack of her ass and over her puckered sensitive anus.
Then they turned her over once more and she was gripping someone in her arms and they were slipping and sliding all over her as she felt the delicious pain of still another cock driving home into her cunt and she was back in the river again, riding the rapids, heading, with a dazed look, toward still another waterfall orgasm.
She felt rough hands on her neck and still another cock was spreading her mouth wide open and she sucked, not caring who it was, not even wanting to know who it was, only wanting the pleasure to go on and on forever and ever. . .
Her hands were pryed loose from the back of the man who was fucking her and she felt a cock in each hand and held them tight as they slipped in and out of her oil drenched fingers. She closed her eyes in pure bliss and hungrily stroked the cocks, hoping they would never end.
The croupier slipped into the room and stood next to Molly, looking at Alice writhing under the men on the bed.
"You get all this on film?" Molly asked.
The croupier nodded. "Every bit. Max is going to run it awhile. I got to get some of this action. Ever see a bitch so hot?"
Molly nodded. "Yeah, damn it. No reason why we can't all join in. What am I, an old maid or something?"
The croupier took off his clothes, grinning, "Come on, baby, let's you and me be in the movies!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Alice awoke, the room was filled with sunlight. She awakened slowly, by degrees, a self-satisfied smile on her lips. She lay across the bed, her clothes on, the bed still made. With one eye half open, she could see the sunlight streaming in through the open Venetian blinds.
With a little cry, she jerked her head up, looking around, falling back on the bed with a long' moan of release. She was in her own apartment! She was home and safe and it all seemed like a bad dream! It had been a dream, she told herself, just a horrible bad dream, worse than any she had ever had before.
She groaned and rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Her head throbbed and the sunlight glared and hurt her eyes. Her mouth was dry and caked and felt awful. Slowly, groaning, she got up, her body aching, her vagina sending warning signals, little stabbings of pain.
She stumbled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, shocked at what she saw there. It wasn't quite the same face. Her eyes were set in black hollows and the eyeballs themselves were bloodshot. Hastily, she undressed and began crying as she looked at her lovely body with black and blue marks on her thighs and ugly red scratches on her thighs.
Alice covered her face with both hands and sobbed helplessly, bending in convulsions, over the sink. It was true, all that she remembered was true and she remembered too much for her mind to accept.
Wildly, she ran about the apartment, not knowing what to do; half-formed thoughts about going to the police and to the minister of her church colliding in her mind with waves of shame and self-revulsion.
Confused, ashamed, frightened, she threw herself on the bed and sobbed, her body racked. She sobbed until she fell, exhausted, into a dreamless sleep.
When she awoke, it was night out and the blinds had been drawn and the lights were on. Sounds and the fragrant smell of coffee percolating came from the kitchen. Wiping her eyes, she sat up on the bed, groaning and holding her head. Someone had put a blanket over her while she slept.
Molly, her apprehensive face framed by wild red hair, came and stood in the doorway. "Hi ya," she said, her face serious.
Alice looked back at her numbly. "What have you done to me?" she asked, her voice a croak in her throat.
Molly looked down at the floor. "I'll explain. First, some strong black coffee." She disappeared into the kitchen and Alice took the opportunity to stagger to the bathroom and close the door, bending over the toilet where she vomited out her frustration then ran hot water and held a steaming washrag to her face.
Molly appeared in the doorway, holding a glass of fizzing Bromo Seltzer in one hand and a steaming cup of black coffee in the other. "I brought you home and kept your keys, figuring you'd need me now. Drink this."
With trembling hands, Alice took the Bromo and gulped it down. It only seemed to increase her thirst and she hastily poured herself two more glasses of water and drained each one.
Her hands were trembling so violently that she spilled some of the coffee into the saucer and had to have Molly help her get some down. The coffee tasted and felt good and she leaned against the bathroom sink and closed her eyes. "I threw up," she murmured.
Poor baby," Molly said sympathetically. The Bromo will go to work soon and you'll feel better. How about some more coffee?"
Alice nodded and Molly took the cup and headed for the kitchen, Alice following her, weak and woozy. She slumped into a chair in the breakfast nook and watched Molly pour the coffee then take the bottle of scotch and pour in a slug. "Hair of the dog," Molly said, setting the cup in front of her. "Best thing in the world. In fact, the only thing for what ails you."
Alice looked up at her. "Did it all really happen?"
Molly looked away and nodded.
"Everything?" she asked, her voice rising.
"Everything and more," Molly answered in a flat voice.
"I don't believe it!" Alice said, near to tears again.
"I'm afraid you'll have to."
"Why?" Alice cried.
Molly still couldn't look at her. She heaved a sigh and sat down opposite her. "Drink your coffee and I'll tell you the whole story," she said, lighting a cigarette. "Drink," she repeated, nodding at the cup, "You're going to need it."
Alice sipped at the hot coffee, gagging at the powerful taste of the whiskey. They sat in silence with Molly still not looking at her, all of her attention on the cup in Alice's hands, urging her, with nods, to drain the cup.
Alice drank it all, feeling the scotch burn all the way down and gradually warm her queasy stomach. When she was through, Molly took her cup and poured more coffee laced again with scotch and, taking another cup, poured herself straight scotch. She came back and sat at the table. "I'm going to need this too," she said and tossed her head back, taking the scotch neat.
She lighted another cigarette and finally looked Alice in the eye. It was a different Molly. She was subdued and sad, far from the vibrant, off-color, devil-may-care woman Alice was used to seeing. "Garson Kline," she said in a low voice.
"Who?" Alice asked, bewildered.
"Garson Kline. You saw him and you're going to meet him," Molly said crushing out her cigarette.
"I don't understand. Who is he?"
For the first time, Molly smiled. It was a cynical, bitter smile. "Better you should ask, what is he?"
Alice held one hand to her throbbing forehead and drank coffee. "I've never felt so miserable in my whole life. I don't understand anything. I don't understand you. Why did you let such rotten horrible things happen to me?"
Molly shut her eyes and put her hands on the table. "I didn't let them happen, I helped make them happen. It was all planned."
"Planned? What are you talking about? Are you crazy?" Alice asked, her voice whimpering and tears coming to her eyes.
"I wish I was. Sometimes, maybe I am crazy. Listen to me arid don't interrupt. I'm telling you the truth." Molly sat back in her chair and, looking at her cup, began to talk. "I first met Garson Kline a little over a year ago. I liked him. Hell, I've always liked a good time. He had money to burn and he gave wild parties out in the desert where he has a ranch. He was generous and I was, well, wild. See, I never told you about him. Never told Tom. Never told a soul." Molly bit her lip and tears brimmed in her eyes. "It's too damn corny. I never married because I never found anyone I felt I could make it with. Then, I did. Imagine, he was a farmer. I'll never, as long as I live, forget the night he walked into the lounge and right there, while I was serving drinks, he asked me to marry him. A farmer, of all things. Honey, let me tell you, I was crazy about that man. He knew all about me. I was raised tough and loose but he didn't care. Gave me a lousy little diamond ring. All he could afford. We were going to be married when he came back from Vietnam." Molly lit a cigarette and smiled, cynical and tough, slowly exhaling smoke. "You can guess the rest."
"He didn't come back," Alice said, near tears herself, thinking of Tom.
"He came back in a box. I went to the funeral."
"Molly, why didn't you tell me? Us?" Alice reached across the table and took her hand.
"I told you, it's too damn corny. I made up my mind nobody was going to feel sorry for old Molly. I lived it up, slept around, drank myself silly. Then I met Garson Kline and went to one of his parties and got hooked."
Alice's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh, no! Dope?"
Molly gave a harsh laugh. "I wish it were that simple. I went to his ranch and found myself in the middle of an orgy with South American dictators and generals living it up. Sure, there was dope. And booze and women. Kline makes tax free millions selling those bastards guns and munitions. I got hooked, hooked on the easy life, the gifts, and hooked on the orgies." Molly looked across the table, her face hard. "I liked it. Hear that? I loved it. I still do. Garson Kline is the most evil depraved man I know. He'd do anything for his amusement. He's humiliated me beyond belief hundreds of times and found out the truth about myself. I love it. Kline is a monster but he makes me feel things I love. He rules me and I'll do anything he says and I love it." Molly stubbed her cigarette out and sat looking down at the table.
"Molly, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Alice asked.
"Don't feel sorry for me, I can't stand that. What I do I do because I want to. Feel sorry for yourself if you want to feel sorry for somebody." Molly smiled cynically again, rising to pour herself another drink into the coffee cup and downing it with one toss of the head.
"But why, what has he got to do with last night?" Alice asked, dreading the answer.
"It was all set up, even your winning. Kline masterminded and paid for the whole thing. Chico works for him." Molly poured herself another drink and stood looking down into the cup. "He had me out at the ranch a while ago and ... did things to me and got me to promise I would recruit a girl for him. He's bored with me." She paused, fighting to control herself before going on. "He ... did things to me, had ... things done to me while he watched and
I told him about you. I don't know why." She turned her back to Alice and continued. "I could have cut my tongue out. Once I told him, it was too late and he kept at me, planned the whole thing and, like a heel, I went along with it. There, that's the truth." Molly drank again and poured herself still another drink.
Alice sat stunned, her hangover forgotten. "I don't believe you."
Molly choked on her drink and laughed harshly. "You'd better believe it. You see, I kept hoping you'd chicken out, that you'd go home or leave or something. But," she shrugged, "he's evil, but he's smart, he knows women. Never knew anybody like him. He was the man sitting in the casino, in the dining room, watching you. I met him later at the cocktail lounge while you were with Chico. He told me you would do, he even told me you would go through with the whole thing. How he knew, I'd never guess, but he knew."
"No!" Alice shouted, getting up and spilling her coffee.
"He knew!" Molly said, pointing a finger. "And he was right. He said you were hot and frustrated and he knew." Molly finished her drink and put the cup down on the counter, smiling at Alice with slightly glazed eyes. The drinks were having an effect on her now. "He knew, Alice, and you'll be hearing from him and you'd better listen. Make up your own mind. I'll help you if I can. But ... " Molly's voice trailed off and she turned and walked out to the living room, Alice following her.
"But what?" she asked.
Molly put her hand on the door and slowly shook her head, still looking at the floor. "He knew." Alice smiled, her eyes out of focus. "We're birds of a feather, you and I. Don't that beat all? I thought it would never work. I thought he was crazy. And, he is, like a fox. You're just like me, Alice you loved it. I saw you and you loved it." Molly opened the door to go.
"Molly!" Alice screamed. "Wait, it's not true!"
Molly stepped out into the hall, weaving a bit. Her face was sad and, for the first time, she looked old. "Please, please, forgive me. I didn't know what I was doing, I really didn't think it would work. I hate myself." She spun on her heel and hurried down the hall, careening around a corner out of sight.
Alice was left standing, looking at an open door, thinking to herself that you never, ever, know a person, thinking this was all a very bad dream and she would wake up and fall on her knees and thank God that it was all a bad dream.
The phone rang and Alice jumped, hastily closing the door after looking down the hall to see if anyone heard. She stood in the middle of the room looking at the phone as if it were some evil alien invader that was about to attack her. The phone jangled time after time, relentlessly.
Alice paced the room, wringing her hands, saying, "Go away, go away." But she knew it wouldn't go away. If she didn't answer, whoever was calling might come to the apartment. Molly said she would hear from this Garson Kline. She picked the receiver up and held it a moment before saying, "Hello?" in a shaky voice.
"Hello, Alice, this is Chico. I have a message for you."
The room tilted like in a funhouse. Alice put one arm out for support. "Alice?" the phone said. like some monstrous merry-go-round, the room started turning and Alice fell to the floor in a dead faint.
CHAPTER NINE
When Alice came to, she was lying on the bed and Molly was again sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at her. Chico was standing beside her, smiling in his oily way. "Hello, Alice," he said softly.
Alice sat bolt upright. She wanted to attack him, to scratch his eyes out. Never before had she felt such hatred for another human being. "You scum!" she hissed.
Alice got to her feet and stopped. Across the room sat a tall white-haired man. He sat, conservatively yet elegantly dressed in a continental manner. He sat at ease, with his legs crossed, casually smoking a cigarette, an amused look on his thin hawk-like face.
"Alice," Molly said, standing beside her, "this is Garson Kline."
Kline said nothing, smiling steadily at Alice. He seemed to be laughing at some private joke.
His eyes suddenly flicked to Chico and Molly. "You may go," he said in a quiet voice with just a trace of an accent.
Chico and Molly obeyed instantly not knowing what to say. He seemed so at ease, as if he were an old family friend, come to pass the time of day. He smiled and waved a hand. "You'd better sit down. You fainted and had a nasty fall."
Alice realized her knees were weak. She sank down on the bed. "What do you want?"
Kline smiled, his lips going thin. "Get to the point, right? I like that." His long arm reached to the floor and held up a large manila envelope. "This contains eight-by-ten stills from a movie. I know they'll be of great interest to you. Would you like to see them?" He asked, still smiling as he undid the clasp.
"No," Alice said in a trembling voice.
Kline cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "No? I think you'd better." He tossed the envelope across the room where it landed on the bed, several of the glossy prints sliding out. Alice gave a little cry. The first picture she saw was of herself lying on a bed, naked, her head thrown back, her mouth open in lewd abandon, her legs spread wide apart and the unidentifiable head of a man sucking on her cunt. "That's a particularly good one, ' Kline said, sitting up in his chair and peering across the room. "However, none of them compare to the film. That, is quite exciting."
Alice put the pictures back in the envelope and glared at Kline. "How did you do this, and why?"
"My dear young lady, the 'how' is easy enough for a man with money and a little initiative. The 'why' is much more interesting and difficult to explain to someone of your background and upbringing. In essence, it is a short cut, a way of bringing you around in a relatively short time. I'm a very busy man and find that I have neither the time nor the patience to spend justifying for you what you will do, what you want to do, in the long run. Am I getting too complicated for you?"
Alice sat in silence. No one had ever talked to her in such a manner before. She stared in disbelief at his calm composed image across the room. "What do you think you're going to do?" she asked, more out of a child-like curiosity than any belief in the reality of their conversation.
"I'm going to propose a bargain which you will accept," he said blandly.
"What?"
"I will give you those pictures and the original film which you will of course destroy. In return for that, you will spend a weekend as one of my guests at my ranch." Calmly, he folded his hands and waited for an answer.
Alice pointed a finger at him then the envelope. Despite herself, an amazed little laugh escaped her lips. "You're trying to blackmail me!"
Kline raised a finger like a genial schoolteacher correcting a student. "I'm not trying, I am succeeding. You must still be a bit foggy from that faint."
"I won't do it!" Alice shouted.
Kline clucked his tongue. "Shout enough and your neighbors will get curious," He sat forward and stared intently at Alice, an amused look on his flint-hard face. "Let me put it this way. I'll have a car pick you up next Friday night at about this time. If you're not in that car when it returns to the ranch, I shall set into motion a certain plan. Within days, every pornographic dealer in Las Vegas and the west coast will have a print of the film you so enthusiastically starred in. Within weeks, it will be distributed from coast to coast. If you should go to the police, I will of course deny everything. Molly and Chico will verify my innocence. If you should persist in maligning my good name, I'll take every action possible to see that the courts have you examined mentally. And," Kline paused and leaned even more forward, seeming a big spider hovering over the room, his words coming out clipped and cold. "A very special print of your film will be mailed to your husband by a concerned but anonymous friend. I know his name, I know he's in the army and in Vietnam. It is a simple matter for a man of my means to get his APO and be assured it gets into his hands."
"I don't believe you," Alice said, her voice trembling as she was near to tears.
Kline shrugged. "If that is so, that is your tragedy." He stood up and smoothed out his coat.
"But, why are you doing this to me, why me, there must be hundreds of girls who would be willing?" Alice cried, feeling she was about to go mad.
Kline nodded. "There are any number of girls willing." He smiled a cruel way, his teeth seeming like steel bands. "But the willing ones no longer interest me. Think it over. I'll be back on the weekend. If you should decide to accept, you will get the film back and, as Molly can tell you, you'll be amply rewarded. Should you decide against it, you already have an idea of what's in store for you." He walked to the door and turned back, still smiling. "As you will learn, I am a very generous man when pleased, a very ruthless man when displeased." With a wave of the hand, he indicated the envelope on the bed. "You can keep those to study at your leisure, I can always have more made. Goodnight, Alice."
He stepped out into the hall and closed the door. Alice sat still, numbed, unable to think.
Slowly, as if in a trance, she opened the envelope and looked at the pictures. There was a close up of her sucking a large hardened cock, the head rammed deep in her mouth, a look of sheer bliss on her face with her lips clamped tightly around the cock, her hand fondling the balls underneath. Just visible in the bottom of the frame were her huge breasts being roughly bunched in two hands reaching up underneath, her nipples being crushed between greedy fingers.
Another picture showed her sprawled on the bed with two naked men holding her legs so wide apart they looked as if she would split while a third man dug his nails in her hips and fucked into her cunt that was oozing with cum.
Still another picture showed her alone on the bed, covered, glistening lewdly with oil, her legs flung apart and her own fingers digging madly into her lust-inflamed cunt, a look of debauched and total abandon on her face.
Alice spent a long time pouring over each picture, going back and looking at several over again. Then, her face blank, she put the pictures back in the envelope, put the envelope in the desk and locked it.
She stood for a long time at the window, looking out, thinking. A new Alice had been born. There was no one she could turn to. Her minister wouldn't understand and couldn't be of any practical help. If she went to the police, the results would be disastrous even if she could prove her story. The pictures clearly depicted her enjoying herself. If Tom ever found out the truth, it could end their marriage and the only thing that made sense at the moment, was their marriage. Molly would be of no help.
She sat, staring out at the night time Las Vegas skyline. For the first time in her life, she had to do something entirely on her own.
Although the party was still a week away, she made up her mind right then that her marriage was worth saving and she would do anything necessary to save it. She sat up late, looking out the window, forming a plan whereby she could get the film away from Garson Kline.
CHAPTER TEN
The week went by slowly at first then with a rush, Alice saying good-bye at the dress shop, wishing her employees a nice weekend and going home to dress after a bath, noticing that the scratches and bruises had all but disappeared from her body, and sat in a chair, waiting for someone to knock on the door.
During the week, Molly had called each night and even stopped by once. She seemed guilt-ridden and sad, unable to look Alice in the face. Alice never mentioned Garson Kline or the weekend coming up. Whenever Molly brought the topic up, she had changed the conversation with a coolness and ease that surprised her. Perhaps Molly would be at the ranch; Alice neither knew nor cared. She couldn't hate Molly, just feel sorry for her.
The doorbell rang she got up quickly, opening the door. A thick Mexican looking man stood in the hall, flashily dressed like Chico, his eyes heavily lidded. "Mrs. Compton?" he asked, all politeness.
Alice looked at him with a frigid stare. "Yes?"
"I believe I am to escort you, no?"
"If you are from Garson Kline, you are," Alice stepped back into the room, got her purse, snapped off the lights and stepped out into the hall, locking the door behind her.
They walked down the hall, the man keeping step with Alice. "My name is Diego and may I say I'm delighted to you're taking such a sensible attitude about this. It is, after all, the only sane way to behave."
Alice permitted herself a little smile and said nothing.
They got into a large black limousine with Diego up front, acting as a chauffeur. He talked on, through an intercom as they drove, at high speed, out into the desert, Alice not answering, preferring instead to look out the window at the desert whipping by, going over her plans once more.
Far out into the desert, they turned up a dirt road, off the highway, and continued on at a low speed until the highway behind them was out of sight. Alice's heart sank when they pulled up to a tall cyclone fence and blinked their lights. An armed guard, Mexican, carrying a short shotgun and leading a full-grown vicious looking Doberman pinscher by a short leather leash, came out of a shack, examined them and tripped the lever, the gate swinging electrically open, allowing them to pass through two gates.
Her apprehension and fear mounting by the second, Alice saw there was a second fence about ten feet inside the first fence. Diego's voice crackled through the intercom as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw her preoccupation with the fences. "A most effective way of keeping unwanted guests out. The area between the fences is patrolled by trained Dobermans. Unusually good watch dogs. They run free."
They drove down a paved road, lights visible up ahead, coming from a huge hacienda type ranch house that was partially hidden by planted trees. They pulled around to the back of the house and Alice could see figures in the house, moving about in the rooms.
Diego held the car door open for her and pointed toward a door that opened and Chico, smiling, wearing pencil thin black pants and a frilly white shirt that had billow sleeves, was standing in the doorway, smiling. "Ah, Alice, delighted you could make it."
Alice nodded and followed Diego and Chico, the two of them laughing and talking in Spanish, looking back at her with smirks on their faces. Chico stopped at a door and opened it, stepping aside with a flourish. "This, Alice Compton, will be your room for the weekend. Everything you could need is here. If we have forgotten anything, just push a button you'll find by your bed. There is a bar and a cigarette box on the coffee table contains hashish."
Alice walked into the room and looked around. It might have been a room in any of the better hotels, complete even down to a TV set.
Behind her, Chico spoke in a quiet voice. "What you will wear while you're here is laid out for you on the bed. Changes of clothing are in the closet and bureau drawers." He stepped closer, smiling, "Alice Compton, I like you and that is why I'm telling you it would be wise if you wore what Mr. Kline wishes you to wear."
Aliced nodded and Chico went to the door. 'Take your time. If you wish for food, push the button. Again, giving you good advice, I'd advise you to have a couple of drinks and smoke some hashish. It will make things easier on you." He stepped out into the hall and closed the door, the last thing Alice saw was the two of them, Diego and Chico, smiling, Diego's heavy-lidded eyes taking her body in greedily.
She examined the clothes that Chico had indicated on the bed. A pair of black high-heeled shoes, black silk stockings, a black garter belt and a see-through nightgown that was cut so low it would barely cover her breasts and was so short that it ended at her waist, leaving her naked and exposed from the waist down. Looking in the closets and drawers, all she found were repetitions of the things laid out on the bed. She sat down in a chair and stared off. "Alice, you are in big trouble," she said aloud.
"Not necessarily," a voice answered from somewhere.
Alice jumped to her feet, looking around. "Who said that? Where are you?"
"Over here, my dear, by the side of your bed."
Alice looked to see a speaker installed in the wall next to what looked like a television lens. The lens was glowing. "This is Garson Kline. I'm in another part of the house and I thought I'd look in on you and see if all was going well. I see you haven't changed yet."
"Mr. Kline, I have to see you, I have to talk to you," Alice said, looking straight into the lens.
"Very well, talk," the metallic voice said.
"In person, I mean," Alice begged.
"Soon enough for that. Right now I'm afraid that's impossible. I've guests to attend to and preparations to make."
"Mr. Kline, where is the film?"
"Your film? Safely under lock and key. You'll receive it at the conclusion of this weekend if, and I must stress IF I am pleased with you."
Nervously Alice brushed back her hair. "Can I see the film?"
"Under no circumstances," Kline said in his clipped manner.
"Please?" Alice begged.
There was a pause before Kline's voice started again, this time with a growing coldness and anger. "I am not an idiot, Mrs. Compton. Believe me when I say I'm experienced in matters such as we're dealing in now and I don't like your attitude. I think you need a lesson. I think I'll change my plans somewhat and teach you a lesson. Remember, I said I could be a generous man. I can also be most harsh. I'm going to give you an order. Get undressed and into the clothes I have laid out for you. Be ready in five minutes. If you are not ready, it will be very unpleasant for you!"
There was a click and the light went out and Alice was left staring at the wall.
Biting her lips, Alice obeyed, taking off her clothes and hanging them neatly in the closet and, sitting on the bed, she began dressing in the black hose, pulling them up over her lovely thighs. Standing up, she put the garter belt on, pulling in her waist so that her huge breasts jutted out all the more.
She stepped into the high-heeled shoes then put the filmy nightgown on over her head. It barely covered her breasts, her nipples, now growing taut, sticking through. The nightgown reached to her waist, leaving her slightly protruding stomach that swooped down to her mound of Venus tufted with soft pubic hair naked for all to see. She looked in a full length mirror, turning to see her voluptuous milk white buttocks naked and accentuated by the black stockings and nightgown.
A silly poignant thought entered her mind: if only she could dress this way for Tom.
But, she wasn't. The truth was, she was dressed in this exciting obscene manner for a man she barely knew. A very clever and twisted man, a man who would go to such great lengths and expense to get what he wanted. She was wrong in coming here, wrong in thinking she could outwit him. Even if she found the film and got it, she could never get away. Yet, she told herself as she bit her knuckles and thought hard, he had to have a weakness, there had to be something he had overlooked.
The door flew open and Diego and Chico walked in, looking at Alice's soft young body. Diego whistled softly. "Chico, you are one lucky dog. This hombre can't wait to get at that tight little pussy."
Chico stood close to her and from his breath, Alice could tell he had been drinking. "Well, it is good that you are ready. Have you smoked some hashish?"
"No," Alice said, shaking her head.
"I told you to," Chico answered coldly. "Diego, light one up for Alice Compton."
Diego took a brown cigarette from the box and lighted it, handing it to Alice who shook her head again.
Chico slapped her so hard her head flicked to one side. She cried aloud and held her cheek, looking at Chico in fear. "The velvet glove is off. Orders." Chico smiled and his voice was soft again. "I'm sorry. Please smoke or I will be forced to make you."
Alice obediently took the cigarette and inhaled, holding her breath while the two men watched her silently. They stood until Alice had smoked the hashish down to the nub, Chico taking it from her fingers gently. "Now, how do you feel?"
Despite herself, she giggled. The hashish was fogging her brain powerfully and all things became vague and removed. It was as if she were a fourth person in the room, watching the others who were so amusing because they were all so serious. Diego poured half a glass-full of straight scotch and handed it to her. "Drink," he commanded and Alice did so docilely, her eyes sleepy and her body relaxed and tingling pleasantly.
When she had finished the drink, they led her from the room and down a long hall and into a large room where Alice heard the buzz of voices that fell silent as they filed in. A sudden "Ole!" split the air and men were applauding and whistling as she was helped, by Chico, onto a platform that was covered with black velvet.
She stood, bewildered, trying to see the people seated in chairs around the platform. A thick short man, swarthy, with a greasy face and black moustache scrambled up on the platform, Chico holding up a hand to stop him. The man grinned, leering at Alice and showing bad teeth. He pointed a stubby finger at her, the fingernail showing a half moon of dirt under the nail. "I fuck her!" he said in a heavy Spanish accent.
"Later, my general. Mr. Kline has other entertainment in store for you," Chico explained.
Glaring, the man jumped off the platform. "It better be good, mucho good."
Garson Kline appeared in front of the platform, dressed in a long silk robe. "I doubt very much you'll be disappointed. Gentlemen, this is Alice." There were whistles and catcalls and Alice blushed, knowing how lewd and naked she looked. She put her hands in front of her exposed vagina and closed her eyes. "I suspect Alice," Garson went on, "I suspect she came here with the wrong attitude and I'm going to have to see that she fully understands what it expected of her." Garson dropped his voice. "When she leaves this platform, I think she'll have a clear idea of the kind of attitude and behavior I wish."
Alice heard a noise and turned to see Diego and Chico lifting a plush red chaise lounge onto the stage. It was positioned, then the two of them, Diego looking longingly at her body, jumped off the stage. "Alice, you will sit on that couch, immediately!" Garson's voice snapped.
Alice did as she was told, still befuddled and relaxed by the powerful hashish and drink. She sat, trying to focus her attention and guess what he was going to do.
She didn't have to wait long. Another girl, clad only in bikini panties and bra, mounted the stage and stood with her hands on her hips and smiled at alice. "Gentlemen," Kline intoned, "this is Flora. Flora is going to teach Alice a few tricks."
A howl went up from the men around the platform. "A circus!" someone shouted.
"Alice, my dear," Kline called, 'This will be more in the order of a lesson than anything else."
"What?" Alice asked, gripping the sides of the chaise so that her knuckles went white.
"A little diversion..." Kline said..."With Flora."
Alice swallowed hard. "If you mean what I think ... I thought..." she stuttered weakly. "I'm sorry but I-I just can't ... "
Kline stood up, pulling his robe belt tight around him. For the first time, Alice saw he had a riding crop in one hand. He snapped the crop through the air and it cracked, causing Alice to jump. "Of course you can."
"But I didn't think it meant ... "
A menacing glare transformed Kline's features into an evil mask and Alice suddenly felt cold. How could everything crumble like this, how could her life change so in one short week?
"I thought we had made a deal," Kline said in his cold clipped way. "Again, I'm disappointed in you!"
Alice's head began to ache and her chills had turned to trembling as the riding crop whistled through the air.
Flora stood by watching impassively. She found the whole thing amusing.
Alice lowered her head, and when she raised it again her eyes were glistening with tears. She looked at Flora with her mouth open, but no words came. Everyone was waiting for her to say something. Her hands trembled visibly and her lower lip quivered with apprehension.
She dared not look at Kline again because she knew it would be too painful. Once again, the riding crop whistled through the air, ending with a snap and she flinched. What choices did she have? What could she do? She had to do what he wished or risk being beaten and raped and surely, she believed wholeheartedly, he would expose her, send that terrible film to Tom and then she would have nothing.
"All right," she whispered, her face burning, "What. . . what shall I do?" She looked over again at Flora who was standing nonchalantly with her hands on her hips.
Kline smiled thinly.
"Just relax. Flora will guide you along. All right Flora, go to work on her. I want to see you do a good job. Remember, the reward I promised you."
Flora smiled at Kline wickedly. "Have I ever failed you yet?" she asked. Then she moved toward Alice who was seated uneasily on the chaise. The room grew still.
Alice put her hands up as if to protect her helplessly exposed breasts but Flora reached and slid the frail straps down off her shoulders and took her hands away, causing the nightgown to fall silently around her waist.
"MMmmmmmmm..." Flora said, "You are big. About like me, only bigger. . . see?" She reached behind and snapped her bra so that it fell to the floor with an ugly plop, revealing breasts full and round.
Alice burst into tears. It was hopeless ... she was defenseless before these perverted people. She sat there, her entire body quaking and trembling, while everyone watched. Without realizing it, her hands had gone to her face, leaving a complete view of her nipples and Flora took advantage of this by reaching out and tweaking both of them.
Alice almost jumped out of her skin, stepping quickly backwards and falling back on the couch.
"Come on, come on, Flora," Kline growled.
Flora forced Alice back further until she was resting all her weight on her elbows. "Lie back," Flora said, "I won't hurt you ... How can I? I'm just a woman. I haven't got an enormous prick like a man." Straightening up, Flora quickly peeled off her panties, jutting out her hips. "See?" she said with a wicked smile.
Kline settled back in his chair. "God," he muttered, thinking they were made for fucking ... both of them!
Alice had a figure like some fantasy creature, perfect in every way ... full firm breasts that jutted out above a slender torso and tiny waist. Hips that someone must have dreamed up, thighs and legs made for wrapping around a man's back. She was magnificent!
He watched Flora get nimbly to her knees in front of Alice and then matter-of-factly parted her legs, revealing the vulnerable young vaginal slit that he had seen plundered so many times in the film. His prick and the pricks of all the men around him made a jump as he watched the look of mortification on Alice's face as Flora pried her legs even further apart after Alice had made a weak attempt to close them again. Kline licked his thin lips and sat forward. He was really going to enjoy this!
Alice lay back and was quiet. She felt more than naked, more vulnerable than she had ever felt before in her life as the tears streaked down her cheeks. She knew that the girl was staring right into her open vagina and that all these strange horrible men were watching.
She cried out in shame and horror as Flora's fingers touched the tender lips of her vagina.
"Ah!" Flora said, "Excited and wet already, aren't you ... it's going to feel good, I promise you!" She looked over at Kline, who nodded for her to continue. Her fingers began to explore the beginning moist pit of Alice's warm pussy, making searing contact with every little cranny of the sensitive organ. With an expert touch her thumb smoothed around Alice's clitoris while her fingers parted the sparse blonde pubic hair and began to slip teasingly into her cunt.
Alice knew that she was now among the lowest of the low. Her eyes were tightly shut as she endured the obscene touches, telling herself that the sooner she cooperated, the sooner the whole disgusting thing would be over.
Flora's fingers were now all the way inside of her, plunging up higher and Alice tried to squeeze her thighs together to prevent her from going further, but Flora wedged her entire body in between Alice's shapely legs, pressing her breasts up against Alice's naked genitals as she did so.
"She's tight," she called out to a silent room where men were crowding around the platform to see better, all of them breathing hard. "Tight, but soft and wet, very soft, very wet." Flora said, herself now getting aroused.
She twisted her fingers around sharply, her nails scraping for an instant against the walls of Alice's vagina, teasing at the flesh and Alice bit her lips, gasping at the slight pain and greater humiliation.
Then it happened again, as at the roadhouse, the sheer perversion of what was happening to her turned her around inside so that she began to get excited. The knowing feminine thumb toying with her clitoris and the steady rhythm with which Flora wormed her fingers around inside her aching cunt. . . Kline and all those disgusting men crowding around to watch ... what was he making of her? A whore!
Did she love it so much she could do this? Do it and enjoy it? The answer in her semi-drugged mind seemed to be yes, as the hand at her pussy began to gently twirl about inside her, causing a delicate sensation, quite different from anything she had ever felt before. Once more, Alice was back in that river, roaring toward the falls only the water was warmer and more pleasant somehow.
All her attention was on Flora's hand and there was something subtle and odd about it that made her flesh crawl. Delicious spasms of lust slimbed up her spine as, with a shiver of surrender, Alice untensed her legs, involuntarily stretching them still wider apart.
She opened her eyes and Flora was staring right at her, a lewd expression on her face and Alice tried to fight against the unmistakable pleasure she was feeling. But fighting only made the feeling grow all the more intense and her vagina felt like a magnet, attracting Flora's fingers deeper inside. Her body seemed parched with longing as she began to squirm about on the red couch.
"It's delicious, isn't it?" Flora asked, looking her straight in the eye.
Oh God, yes it was delicious, uncommonly delicious, but she could only bring herself to moan helplessly and turn her head away, avoiding the conquering girl's eyes.
But this last confrontation, this last look and words only served to increase the masochistic excitement and she knew there was no turning back now, no more fighting. She was in the rapids and loving it.
Her hips jerked up and around and she lewdly spread her legs wider, forcing Flora's hand deeper into her now hungry, wet pussy. She had to make it go on and on!
"OH OH OH!" she began to scream, writhing about on the couch. "Aaaaaaaaaa ... ooooooo hhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhh!" Alice cried as she filled again at the touch of the insistent hand. It was beautiful bliss and she wanted to go on and on!
With a lewd smile at Kline, Flora crouched and the tip of her tongue touched Alice's throbbing clitoris, her hand still gently twirling inside her wet cunt. "AAAHHHGG!" Alice cried as the tongue licked wet and greedily all around her cunt, Flora tilting her head and wedging the tongue in deep into her pussy next to her fingers.
"Now, my general!" Kline cried and with a guttural roar, the fat general climbed onto the platform and began madly stripping off his clothes.
Flora, on a signal from Kline, pulled her head and hand away and climbed on top of a panting moaning Alice and their mouths locked together, their tongues wildly probing. Flora spread her legs wide and lewdly ground her crotch down onto Alice's widespread and willing cunt.
Uttering a string of Spanish obscenities and urged on by the men around the platform, the fat South American general stood naked, holding his huge thick prick in his hand, skinning it back and revealing a bulging purplish head. He stood for a moment, his beady, lust-filled eyes watching the two women on the bed, locked in each other's arms, their legs spread wide and their wet, hair-lined vaginas grinding obscenely into each other. He crouched and saw their red slits full of moist, glistening wetness as Flora ground her pubic hair down into Alice's widespread cunt.
With a guttural sound, he threw himself on top of Flora,crushing the two women below him, his rock-hard cock pounding home into Alice's willing cunt. The three of them writhed on the bed as the general's eyes popped out of his head as his rampaging prick withdrew and then with a grunt from his lips, found its way home into the other girl's willing cunt as she screwed her ass up into the air to take all of the brutal shaft while Alice, below her, their breasts crushed together, moaned and thrust her hips up to grind her lust-maddened cunt against Flora's.
They fucked on with the men shouting encouragement. Flora was looking directly down into Alice's face and their lips suddenly locked together again, their tongues twirling as the general alternately plowed into their burning apertures, Flora's ass trembled as he fucked her and then brutally withdrew in order to stab again into Alice's wildly straining cunt.
It was a long, long while before the dual fucking was finished and the general withdrew and flew exhausted to the floor.
Alice threw her head back in wild abandon. She was burning with a lust fever and she could feel, with a lewd thrill, some of the general's cum dripping out of Flora's saturated young pussy and down onto her creamy white thighs. Nothing mattered in the world except to go on and on, fucking and performing whatever perversion they wished of her.
Above her, Flora got off and crouching, straddled Alice's face and squatted in a sixty-nine position, the two of them throwing their arms around one another's waist and burying their faces in each other's cunts, Alice licking madly away, sticking her tongue as far as possible up inside Flora's slippery hot pussy while Flora behaved like a terror, gulping at Alice's cunt which she shoved up with all her might.
Two more men jumped up on the platform and stripped. One threw his throbbing cock into Alice's cunt while Flora watched fascinated as he pounded in and out and Alice threw her head back and screamed out in wicked delight.
Inches above her she saw two hairy balls and a huge erect cock slip, with a sucking sound, into Flora's cunt, the soft pink edges of her fuzz-rimmed pussy being stretched tight. With an open mouth and glazed eyes, Alice watched the long cock fucking in and out as she felt her own legs being split wider as a prick drove deep into her. She squirmed with delight as she felt the onrush of her own orgasm.
Her mind exploded as she watched the cock pull' out of Flora's cunt dripping wet and glistening and plunge down deep in her own mouth. Willingly, hungrily, she took it and sucked as she felt her own orgasm threaten to rend her in two with its intensity.
It didn't seem to stop for hours as she went on and on cumming with man after man climbing up onto the platform and fucking her and Flora. It didn't stop until Alice lost consciousness and fell headlong from the couch.
Garson Kline watched in his chair, his cock aching. He wanted Alice and he would have her and when he did, she would, in front of everyone, beg him to do something to her. He smiled, thinking he would do just that. And with a vengeance she would never forget.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Alice awoke, it was to find herself flung across the bed in her assigned room. She was naked except for the tattered remains of her stockings and garter belt. Her body was covered with welts and bruises and every muscle she had ached.
There are times when people become so miserable they find a strange sense of release. So it was with Alice. She lay motionless, blinking up at the ceiling, thinking: there's nothing else they can do to me. I am a whore and a pervert and there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.
She surprised herself with her strange calmness and sense of indifference. She didn't care what time it was or even what day it was. She didn't even care about getting the film back any longer. It all now seemed like such a silly desire and thought.
Her mind went back over all that had happened on the black velvet platform and she could no longer cry or be horrified by it. She made up her mind to get dressed, to find Garson and tell him to keep the film, that she was going to leave no matter what he said or did to her.
But she couldn't move. She was too exhausted and she closed her swollen eyes and sunk back into deep sleep.
Something or someone was shaking her. She opened her eyes to see Garson Kline standing over her. A reflex action made her reach for covers only to find that someone, at some time, had put her in the bed. "Good evening, my dear," Kline said, smiling, his voice having a mocking tone.
Listlessly, Alice stared up at him then her heart gave a leap. Kline was carrying what looked like, what Alice couldn't quite believe, but what could possibly be a can of film! Kline smiled down at her. "You've been asleep for better than twelve hours."
Alice couldn't take her eyes from the pie-shaped can in his hand.
"Even though it's evening, I've taken the liberty of ordering you a breakfast." Garson chuckled in a relaxed and friendly way. "You must be starved and I want you to have your strength for the long drive back. By the way, it was stupid of me not to ask, but can you drive?"
Dumbly, Alice nodded.
"Good, because there's a little present for you outside. A sports car. I hope you'll like it." Kline sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the covers. "And now, what you want so much, I keep my word. Here is the film I promised you."
"You mean...? " Alice was too overcome to believe what she was hearing.
Garson placed the can on top of the covers. "It's all yours. You're free to go any time you wish. Right now, if it suits your imagine."
Alice sat up in bed, holding a sheet up that only accentuated the loveliness of her huge quivering breasts with their pointed nipples. "I can leave? You're not going to stop me?"
Garson smiled and shook his head. "I told you I'd give you the film back and I did. I told you I could be generous and, in all modesty, I think I am. Is there anything else you want? If so, all you have to do is ask."
"No!" Alice said, leaping out of bed, forgetting her nudity in her excitement, and racing to the closet where she quickly started putting on her clothes while Garson sat on the bed and watched, laughing in a paternal way.
He didn't say a word as he watched Alice who was wreathed in smiles ans sighing relief as she dressed hastily, stuffing her underwear in her purse and wiggling into her shoes as she stumbled across the room and picked up the can. "The key is in the car," he said as she made for the door. He waited, with coldblooded timing, until her hands was on the doorknob before he said, "There is just one little matter I think we should clear up before you leave."
Alice felt her body turn to ice. She turned to look at him, a sudden shudder of fear crossing over her. It had been all too easy and she knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was not going to escape his evil clutches as simply as he had just let her to believe.
"W-What are you talking about," she stuttered with bated breath.
Garson looked at her, a cold impersonal grin lining his twisted lips.
"There is one more reel of the film, my dear, and that too must be paid for before you are really finished. "
"B-But I've done all you asked and you promised I could have them all back when I was finished!" She groaned, knowing that her pleas would not matter to him, in fact, they would merely excite him that much more.
"Yes, my dear," he grinned again but more lewdly this time. "I promised you could have them back when you were finished. But. . . you are not finished. There is one last request I must make of you and that is that you must entertain my best and most lucrative customer."
"But-but you promised. I can't do it again. I just can't go through it again and you must be insane to try and make me!"
"If insanity can be defined as not being able to cope with the reality around you, I'd say you're the one who is insane," Garson said with a smirk.
Alice was speechless and unable to resist as Garson took her by the arm and led her to the bar. He poured her a whiskey and soda and added ice, setting the glass in front of her. "You're going to need this more for the coming evening and Juarez. You know what his name means, don't you?"
Alice nodded mutely.
Garson strolled toward the door. "There's still plenty of hashish and, after tonight, you'll have your final can of film and your freedom."
He opened the door and stepped out, calling back. "You enjoyed last night. Think about what's in store for you tonight."
CHAPTER TWELVE
There was nothing for Alice to do but prepare for the coming night. She greedily ate the breakfast that was brought by a smirking Diego, lacing her coffee with scotch and finally sitting drinking smoking two hashish cigarettes in a row.
Finally, she found herself getting dressed in her sluttish costume as if she were in slow-motion underwater. Dreamily, she looked at her voluptuous body in the mirror and her thoughts went back over the preceding night. She had lost count of how many times she had been fucked and didn't even know the names or even see the faces of all the men whose rigid cocks she had sucked to orgasm.
She sat at the bar in a daze, her will broken, sipping on scotch and feeling the insidious hashish fogging her mind and morals. Soon; they would come for her and she would follow and let them do whatever it was they wanted with her. Nothing mattered anymore. She would humiliate and debase herself in any way or manner Garson Kline wanted. He was her complete master and there was no way she could fight him. She sat thinking of Molly and knew, now, how she felt when she had talked about him. It was as if he read your thoughts before you yourself ever thought them. He knew, better than Alice did herself, just what she was like.
She knew, that in a relatively short time, with the aid of the moral-killing hashish and the numbing alcohol, she would gleefully be doing obscene and lewd things. Again, the thought of such masochistic debasement and humiliation turned around in her and she felt a lewd and lubricious thrill course through her body and she wiggled her naked buttocks down on the bar stool, feeling her now well-used pussy getting moist and the lips of her vagina beginning to swell in excitement.
When Diego and Chico came for her, she was relaxed as Chico grabbed her by the jiair and pulled her head back and stuck his tongue in her open wet mouth. She spread her legs wide as she felt Diego's fingers probe at her ravaged cunt and saw in and out, exciting her all the more. But it was only a momentary tease. They led her to the door and willing, she followed them down the hall as they helped her along, for the alcohol and drug were taking their full effect. She grinned lewdly as they led her to the platform and the voices of men around her shouted crude and obscene things.
Without anyone telling her what to do, she sprawled on the couch and spread her legs wide, her fingers slipping down and massaging her warm, yielding pussy, spreading the lips wide with thumb and forefinger so that all could see the pink wetness of her cunt nestled teasingly in the soft blonde pubic hair. Spreading it further as men shouted obscene encouragement, thinking that if they wanted a whore, a real whore, she would give it to them!
Lifting her knees and spreading her legs still further, the straps from her garter belt digging invitingly into the soft milky white flesh of her thighs and full, rounded buttocks, she reached with both hands and spread the wet entrance to her pussy still further, revealing the soft pulpy depths of her cunt a deep and lewd red.
As men crowded around the platform, she gyrated her hips and licked the lips of her mouth which was open and wanton. Diego was standing over her, grinning down with heavy lidded eyes. He was naked and his rock-hard prick stood erect in his hand.
Eagerly, she leaned up and took it in her mouth, delighting in its hot taste and sucking for dear life and again spreading her legs as she felt Diego put his tongue there, teasingly licking the edges of her inflamed cunt.
She sucked, slow at first, gradually increasing the tempo until her head was bobbing fast, Diego with his head thrown back, his hands holding two fistfuls of Alice's hair as he helped her, pulling her head tight into his groin as he thrust his hips forward.
Chico crouched by the side of the couch, pulling Alice's wiggling hips to the edge and thrusting his hot prick home into the depths of her hot and pulpy cunt.
Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled his cock deeper into her open vagina, her hips wiggling and thrusting up. The two men became inflamed, grunting obscenities which only served to spur Alice on, thrilling her and sending warnings of a giant orgasm to come.
Diego screamed, "AAAaaaaaaggggggh!" and pumped spurts of hot semen into her mouth, forcing her cheeks to bulge and Alice swallowed the cum, struggling for air then gasping, panting, panting, as Diego withdrew his flagging cock slowly with rubbery strands of his cum sticking to her lips and Alice making a pleading sound, pulling his cock back to hungrily lick a tiny remaining droplet of cum off the tip of his cock.
Then she lay with her arms flung out, her breasts juggling obscenely as Chico fucked her with all his might.
A low rumbling laugh filled the room and a booming voice said, "I think it's time I had this hot little Blondie Gringa!"
Alice opened her eyes to see the biggest man she had ever seen lumbering up on the platform. Chico stopped fucking her and kneeled on the floor and the three of them; Diego, Chico, and Alice, looked up in awe at the huge round face that grinned down at them, the strong even teeth seeming pearly white against coal black skin.
This, Alice told herself, all her breath, leaving her, was Juarez! A huge Negro well over six feet and close to two hundred and seventy pounds of muscle.
Again, he laughed, speaking in a deep rich bass voice. "Now a real man is gonna fuck you!"
Alice screamed in real fear when she saw the size of his prick. It was huge, the biggest thing she had ever seen! It was at least ten inches long and a good two inches thick and it seemed to be swelling in size even as she watched it!
Her whole body trembling, she struggled to get up but Diego and Chico seized her and forced her down on the bed, Juarez booming above her screams, "Spread those pretty legs so I can get this cannon cracker in there."
Obediently, Chico and Diego seized her ankles and mercilessly tore her legs wide apart with Alice bucking and twisting in helpless terror, her cunt wet and spread wide.
She closed her eyes and moaned as the huge man, all muscle, bent over her and the thick huge head of his cock touched the edge of her cunt and rubbed up and down. "Hold her still!" Juarez roared, "This is going to be a tight one!"
Alice's body was covered in sweat and her eyes were starting to bulge out of her head as she felt the huge head, like some ancient and cruel battering ram, force the edges of her cunt aside, stretching her vaginal lips wider and ever wider until she felt she would scream from the pain.
Above her, Juarez roared with laughter again. "It only hurt a little while, Blondie girl, then you beg for more!" Using his immense strength effortlessly, he thrust his throbbing cock in a little further and Alice screamed again, feeling her cunt would split in two, feeling she would be ruined for life. Another half inch and his gigantic head was half in and Diego and Chico could see Alice's cunt was split to its limits, looking like a tight pink rubber band stretched around the rim of the huge black horse-cock.
Grinning again, Juarez pushed another half inch and the head of his cock disappeared into her cunt, mushrooming inside and stretching the walls of her tight vaginal passage until they were nothing but thin membranes. Alice screamed, "NO! YOUR KILLING ME!"
Diego and Chico spread her legs wider and Juarez rested his great weight on his elbows and shoved further, the great cock disappearing a little further into her white flesh like some huge, crawling monster squeezing into a cave. Alice screamed and tears, real tears of stark fear and pain scalded her cheeks, "NO, PLEASE!" she screamed at the top of her voice, "YOU'RE KILLING ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING BUT NOT THIS!"
For an answer, the grinning Juarez withdrew the massive prick an inch and slid it back in again. The room was utterly silent except for Alice's protracted screams and pleadings and men pressed against the platform and watched with aching cocks as Juarez's monstrous cock began slowly pumping in and out of Alice's straining cunt. They watched, saying nothing, not moving, just feeling their own pricks growing hard and watching in silent fascination as the black cock slowly withdrew, seeming to come out forever, curling back the taut red lips of Alice's cunt and then beginning to plunge in again, going on and on, always, each time, going a little deeper, curling back the tensed edges of her cunt, pulling little frayed edges of her pubic hair in with each giant thrust.
The pain was too great for Alice to bear, too intense to allow her to faint. It seemed her whole stomach was being filled with this thundering cock, that it was reaching up and banging against her cervix and sending stars to dance before her straining eyes as Juarez continued to thrust home, gradually increasing his tempo and buffeting the helpless Alice's naked body under him like some leaf in a storm. She was drenched in sweat now and as Juarez withdrew each time to thrust home, he literally lifted her trembling ass off the couch, her breasts quivering jiggling obscenely. Above her, Juarez roared laughter again and took her white body in his thick black arms. "Hold on Blondie girl, here it comes!"
Diego and Chico let go as he thrust his thick black cock home to the hilt, his huge dangling testicles smashing hard into the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks and Alice screamed against the pain and it seemed he filled her beyond belief. She was all cock now as Juarez began hammering home with an effortless abandon and she was buffeted about. She was one gigantic prick inside and she went past the pain and mewled an animal sound and wiggled as much as she could against his great strength. Above her, Juarez laughed triumphantly.
Chico nudged Diego. "Look at that. He's going to fuck her to death and she's loving it!"
"Yeah, she's all cunt now. Fuck her, give it to her all the way!" he chanted at the great black man fucking into the naked young girl's body.
All the men, except for Garson, shouted encouragement as Alice went on making a weird animal sound. She did love it! "Fuck me!" she hissed, "Give it to me, fuck me with all you've got!" she grunted in a low voice.
Juarez began fucking her all out, with every ounce of his incredible strength and Alice felt herself being crushed and battered to putty, feeling an orgasm coming on like the end of the world. It seemed so huge it would surely kill her and she fought against its coming, the cords in her neck standing out, straining with all her might.
But fighting against it only made it more intense and she screamed for two full minutes until all breath was out of her lungs and her eyes rolled back in her head and showed only white and she lay helpless twitching on and on, convulsed in a mighty endless orgasm as Juarez fucked on, impaling her on his great cock like a piece of limp, helpless meat skewered on a spit, battering and buffeting her body around on the couch while her mouth lolled open and she moaned in the delight and ecstasy of an endless orgasm.
She caught her breath and her body stiffened as, with a mighty bellow, Juarez roared his thick hot cum into her ravaged cunt, bringing her orgasm to a more intense peak, filling her stomach until semen pumped out of her tight pussy and ran, like a river, down the tight tensed crevice of her wildly clenching buttocks.
Finally, the two of them lay still, breathing hard, Juarez grinning down at her sweat drenched face and saying, "You are one hell of a woman, I tell you!"
Slowly, endlessly, Alice whimpering, Juarez withdrew his great prick, the huge mushroom head coming out with a lewd sucking sound.
Alice lay sprawled half-conscious, her body aching and tingling. Never had she been fucked like that! Above her, Juarez patted her cheek with one huge paw and stood up, staggering back and picking up his clothes. "That was good!" he roared. "Pretty soon, some more. Now, I want rum! Give Juarez some good rum!" he bellowed, jumping off the platform and disappearing from Alice's sight.
Alice looked up to see Garson Kline standing over her. It was the first time she had ever seen him naked and his evil face seemed to be all bone as he looked at her with narrow glinting eyes. "Now, Alice, what I've been waiting for." He cackled a dry evil laugh. "My pleasure. I've been watching you be humiliated beyond all you've ever known and loving it. You did love it, didn't you? Answer me!" He stood above her his fists clenched.
"Yes," Alice breathed.
"Say it, say you loved it," Garson muttered in a low threatening voice.
"I did, I loved it, I loved it!" Alice said and knew it was horribly true. She had loved every minute of it! Nothing mattered any longer but the lewd obscene thrill of doing anything asked of her. She had no personality, she was nothing but a giant cunt that wanted fucking from anyone and everyone.
"You will do exactly what I say," Garson ordered.
"Yes," Alice answered in a hypnotized voice.
"Roll over on your stomach."
Instantly, Alice did as she was told. The room grew silent again. The silence seemed interminable before Garson said, "Spread your legs wide."
Alice did as she was told and lay waiting.
"Now," Garson went on, his voice shaking with lust, "Ask me to fuck you in the ass."
Alice's lower lip trembled. She should have guessed. This was the final humiliation, the only thing that hadn't been done to her and Garson had saved for himself. "Fuck me in the ass," she whispered.
"Louder!" he commanded.
"Fuck me in the ass!" she said, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Beg me!"
"Fuck me, fuck it, please fuck me in the ass!" she said, feeling an obscene thrill, knowing everyone was watching. She got halfway to her knees and spread her legs as wide as possible and wiggled her buttocks salaciously, rotating it around in lewd abandon. "Please, fuck me in the ass!" she screamed.
Making a cruel laughing sound in his throat, Garson ran a finger over her tight puckered anus then plunged it in, making a slight popping sound with Alice screaming in sudden surprise. Then, with real, abject cruelty, he wormed and twisted the finger around deep in the soft yielding depths of her rectum, talking all the time, more to himself than anyone. "Ah, how do you like that? Just a sample of what I'm going to give her. Been waiting a long time for this and you're going to beg for it, hear me, beg!"
"Please!" Alice screamed, "Fuck it, fuck it now!"
"Very well," Kline growled and kneeled over her, his prick pressing against her anus, his finger coming out with a lewd popping sound.
Garson's prick was nowhere near the size of Juarez's, but even so it was far too big for her tiny, unstretched anus and it hurt beyond belief as he shoved it in, his hands on her hips and holding her helpless. Panting now, he thrust it home without regard for his brutality, saying, "This is so tight I don't know if she can take it."
Alice was on her knees, her head on the couch and her huge breasts jiggling and ballooning out on the couch as Garson began fucking her with a vengeance, sawing rapidly in and out with Alice screaming then panting for breath and screaming again as the men stood silent around the platform, their cocks rising again, each one of them eager to get at her. Garson's face was a twisted mask of evil and depravity as he fucked her savagely, feeling her responding once again.
He bucked and smashed down with all his might, his orgasm coming prematurely out of lewd delight, Kline yelling and roaring as he pumped his cum deep into the defenseless cavern of her ass and below him, her face twitching out of control, her lips contorted, the helpless, completely subjugated Garson came again and again...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She awoke once again in her room, naked, on the bed. Her body ached worse than ever and her whole loin area burned horribly. She lay moaning, her eyes closed.
After Kline had finished with her, it had turned into a nightmare of men and cocks, man after man getting on her and fucking her until she had again lost consciousness.
She dragged herself from the bed and staggered to the bathroom. Outside, down the hall, she could hear shouts, loud voices out in the room by the platform and she thought they would soon be coming for her again.
Desperately, she searched the medicine cabinet and the drawer for some poison to take, some sleeping pills or a razor to slit her wrists or a nail file; something, anything with which she could take her life rather than go out there again. Kline was a madman and would never let her go until he was bored with her and by that time she would be worthless even to herself.
The voices grew louder and Alice ran water in the tub, determined to try and drown herself.
The door to her room flew open and banged against the wall and Alice looked and screamed and tried to close the bathroom door.
For such a big man, Juarez was quicker than a cat. He bounded across the room and held the door open with one hand, looking down at her with an angry face.
The world went around, tipped sickeningly and Alice fell into his arms in a dead faint.
When she awoke, she was lying on the bed and Juarez and several strange men were standing around the bed. Alice began to softly whimper then stopped, dumbfounded. Molly was standing next to Juarez and she was smiling! "Hi ya, kid. The marines to the rescue."
Grinning, Juarez put one great arm around Molly's shoulders and spoke to Alice, his voice low and rumbling yet soft. "Please accept my apologies, little one. I did not know you were here against your will. This good red-haired gringa I meet later and we have a little fun and then we rest and lay together and she tell me the true story."
Juarez's eyes flashed. "I saw what that pig Kline did and then I find out it is all against your will. That is not right. I am not too fond of that pig anyway since he sold me guns that would not work. So, I decide to teach him a lesson with fists and he begins to understand and opens his safe where I get my government's money back and also find much film." He laughed, "Mucho film."
Molly laughed and bent forward, "Honey, we're getting out of here. I've got all the film, yours and mine and, also," she added with a laugh, looking at Juarez, "some good footage of old Garson Kline himself in action. It's insurance against the day he should get some ideas."
Juarez beamed down, "One look at that and the authorities would deport that scum. Come, Blondie girl, you are free."
Molly helped Alice dress while Juarez and his men waited out in the hall. As a group, they walked through the house, through the room with the platform where Garson lay half-conscious, cowering and whimpering when he saw Juarez, trying to pleas through puffy lips and swollen blackened eyes. Diego and Chico, lying beside him, didn't look much better.
Outside, Alice inhaled lungfuls of clean dry desert air, looking up at the grinning face of Juarez. "I'm so grateful to you. How can I thank you?"
Juarez beamed down. "By being like me. Have the courage to believe in yourself. And, when your husband comes back from the war, do me the kindness of being my guests in my country. It is a beautiful place now that I have guns that will work against the communists."
Alice laughed delightedly. "You know, we just might take you up on that."
Hugging Molly, they walked to the car and got in, driving back to Las Vegas with Alice waving out the window until even the massive figure of Juarez was nothing more than a black dot in the middle of a sun-baked desert.
Alice looked at the cans of film in the back seat and heaved a grateful sigh and sat back, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.
"What are you thinking?" Molly asked.
"I'm thinking when Tom gets home, he's going to have a mighty loving woman on his hands," and added with a mischievous grin on her lips, "I just hope he can stand up under the strain."
Molly smiled and nodded, thinking silently to herself: Perhaps the philosophers are right; In all things that happen, some good can be found....
