Even before he had coaxed it to erection, Jack's cock looked large. Now, as he rubbed one hand along the shaft, he watched Trudy's jaw gape as his prick reached its full size. And now, Jack was grabbing her, spinning her around, aiming that cock at her ass-hole like a master archer preparing to shoot.
Jack prodded her tight ass-hole, like a pounding hammer, sending erotic shock waves all along the inner fleshy-walls. Trudy felt every pulsing motion deliver yet another shot to the building passion within her own body. She let her hands slip into her furry crotch and they began to finger her clit, slowly sliding along the hot slit with teasing motions. The ointment he had applied made the hole slippery, and Trudy felt her clit pulse in her hand. She loved the way the gooey stuff made it feel.
It was like she was stuffed with a dildo. She longed for the real female experience, yet she knew that as long as she remained employed by her present boss she would have to settle for second best. His fingers began to dig more insistently at her hole, now, sending a stream of shivers along her spine.
She was seated atop Jack's hard prick. The male organ was lodged far into her rear hole and he wiggled slightly, feeling it slap against her back wall. It was in as far as it could go, filling her full.
But Jack wasn't convinced. He acted as if he wanted to tear the rectal area asunder with his pile-driving motions. Back and forth he rammed the cock, making it play freely inside the hidden recess.
It had slipped into Trudy so easily as to surprise the servant. Usually it was much more of a problem to accept the hard organ. In past sessions, Trudy had felt each inch of the cock tear into her flesh, stretching it bit by bit as it made its way deeper, ever deeper into the dark tunnel. But this time it was a simple operation. It had merely slid hard and fast into the tight space, sliding along in the thick ointment.
She was feeling the full pressure of the fat prick now. She moved her body back and forth, letting her cunt receive manual attentions while her rectum received the full blessings of Jack's hard rod. It wouldn't be long now, Trudy could tell.
CHAPTER ONE
Tod hadn't left the apartment in more than three weeks. All the horror stories in the world had just come true for him, and in spades. He continually paced back and forth trying to figure out how it all happened and couldn't get it clear no matter how hard he tried.
Even though he was in trouble now, he still guessed he was lucky. Looking back on it all, he was amazed at the way he had come out of it.
He had made the pilgrimage along with so many others to New York, some years back, hoping to join the rest of his friends in starting an entirely new life style. He had thought it would be so easy. All they had to do was drop out and set up life their own ways. Somehow everything they could want would come along from heaven and allow them to live an easy life, free of the mundane worries that always bothered his folks back in the mid-west.
He had saved up enough cash to get by for a short while, and even though he had to sleep on dirty floors and squeezed into dimly lit hallways, he was ecstatic to be building his own life, free to choose the way he wanted. Of course there weren't too many ways open then ... only he didn't know it.
He had dropped out of college, glad to be rid of all that study shit, free from doing other people's dirty work for the first time in all his life. Tod was eighteen and free. That was a joke. He had no home, no friends and barely any acquaintances.
One thing he had plenty of was junk. The amount of pot that floated around the City then was incredible. Even then, as a newcomer he could sense the importance of that wonderful substance. Somehow he knew it would play a big part in his new life.
The East Side of the village was a beautiful place. All over the streets were congregations of young people dressed to the hilt just as they damn well pleased, their love beads displayed almost arrogantly, nearly inviting crude remarks from the straight world they invaded. Needless to say, the old time residents of that area, Italian and other slum dwellers, were up-tight about the young enemy. But where else could they go?
That they were already crowding into the lower East Side. That was where the cheap apartments were, and where Tompkins Square Park was like a magnet, drawing them to the spotty grass and bandstand. That was where they heard their music, heedless of the city traffic that squealed by, their minds turning that filth into a beautiful place for habitation.
Part of the fantasy was drugs. A very large part. Everyone calling himself "cool" turned on with something. Even those who were in town just for the action part-time, trying to play in the game turned on. The available pot and hash were pretty much garbage most of the time. But every so often a good batch turned up, from where, no one seemed to know, and then the word would get around, and the dealers and the pushers would start doing a brisk business.
The stories about the dealing spread as fast as sex among the kids who joined the downtown scene. Everyone told about friends who had just gone to Mexico to grab a few kilos of grass and were now selling for big profits. Or how the friend had come back from a distant trip, with a suitcase full of quality hash, with a big profit to be made.
Then there were those who gave the stuff out free. Tod took all the free stuff he could get, hiding his stashes in various spots, hoping it would still be there when he came back in need. No sense carrying around danger with himself. Use good sense always.
Weeks and weeks went by and his money was going down. He needed some more in a hurry but the idea of his working for real just didn't go with his idea of any easy life. Besides, every job he had ever held was a drag. They were all boring.
If there was one thing he just had to avoid, it was that. Tod just couldn't see spending two days a week pushing stacks of papers around and stuff like that. All jobs were alike. They were all shit.
So when someone he knew from the other side of town passed him on the street and asked if he wanted to score some grass, he said that he'd like to sell it. The guy looked him up and down and finally offered to let him hustle a few ounces for him. He would get to keep five bucks per sale.
Of course he had to be cool, and not sell to anyone he didn't know and trust. Whenever he felt uneasy without knowing why, he just did not make the approach.
The first thing he did was run up to Mary's place. It was quite late in the afternoon when he got there and knocked.
"It's Tod, Mary. May I come in?"
"Sure."
They weren't really close friends, but hers was the closest apartment to where he had met his buddy, and would do as a starting place. He knew selling grass was easy money. No one passed a chance to get good stuff, and he knew this was super stuff.
Mary unlocked the door and peeked out. Assured that he was really Tod, she let him in. He smiled and sat in a chair. He had to meet his friend later on that night, so he was glad to rest while he could.
"Say Mary, I've got great stuff. Interested?"
He came across immediately with the sales pitch, being sure to use only street language and appear cool. She appeared mildly interested and came closer, her lush body pressing against the chair. He huddled inside her, his hands itching to grab her tits.
"What you got? Anything good?"
Her eyes lit up with thought. He dashed her hopes with a shake of his head but countered with another offer.
"I'll give you a taste and see if you like it, it's grass, but super stuff ... just in fresh."
He made the last part up, knowing that the rumors, like that turned the customers on. The line caught her attention and she sat opposite him, waiting for the joint to be rolled. He took an ounce from his pocket and rolled a joint His hands shook a lot as he made the joint, making it fatter than he had expected. Later he learned that the fatter they were, the easier the sale.
He handed the finished joint to Mary and she sniffed it, her heavy breasts rising with each breath. He couldn't help but look as he devoured the outline of those heaving melons, swinging inside her loosely styled dress. He knew she never wore a bra, being a part of the current styles in more bodily freedom. Mary wet down the joint, hoping to make it last longer and burn slower through the dampness. Tod leaned back, and watched her light the joint. Her eyes closed as smoke curled up from the glowing tip, and as she took in a big lungful. Then she passed it to him. He followed her example and felt the burning weed down his throat and all the way into his belly. It was really good stuff after alL
Mary took another toke and coughed. The smoke was really strong. Tod walked behind her and smacked her back freeing the trapped smoke and giving her a better chance to breathe. The color came back to her pretty face, and she smiled her thanks. Tod smiled and took the offered joint managing another heavy drag.
As the smell sweetened the air in the room, Mary lit some incense. Now the blend of both scents carried heaven right through his head. Suddenly, he didn't like it there. His head whirled all around, checking the apartment, trying to pick out points to relate to so that he could feel welcome there again.
He had been to Mary's place twice before, and had smoked grass there each time, so the reality of getting busted there was non-existent. There was another sense, however, one that spun off feelings. And that one made him uneasy. It had nothing to do with pot.
He went back to watching Mary finish the joint. She took two big drags, one after another, and passed the remains of the joint to Tod. As the 'roach' passed to his hands, the flesh touched and he felt a rush of warmth go to his head. Something told him how to block out that worried, scared feeling. She was the answer.
Mary had smoked enough. She leaned back in her chair, letting the pot take over her senses. It began leading her through all sorts of thought patterns, letting her body relax at the same time. Tod felt the same way, and so he knew the grass was good and that Mary would probably buy.
That problem seemed solved, and he disposed of the last little bit of the joint by rolling it into a tiny pellet and swallowing. It slid easily down his parched throat.
Her eyes smiled. Then she turned to head into the small kitchen. Her moving body filled his mind and he struggled to recapture his earlier euphoric feeling. Every motion of that luscious body now made him lean forward until he nearly fell off the edge of his chair. He caught himself just as Mary came back with a beer.
Between them they managed to polish off the foamy beer. Tod felt better now. The paranoia was fleeing with each passing moment and he knew that everything was cool. He also knew that Mary was staring at his face. So he stared back watching her mouth and eyes. Silence grew loud in the room, the only disturbing sounds coming from far below, out on the street. Something hot was happening.
His head was wracking inside, the grass making everything very pretty and super-important. Mary was sitting like a lovely cat, her smile growing wider, inviting Then he couldn't stop smiling either. The warmth of a pretty face and the potent drug combined to send indescribable tremors across his body.
He stood and walked over to Mary. Tod knew they were on the same wavelength. He could sense it
She lifted her head as he advanced. He bent to it and tasted her flesh, his lips clinging for a long minute sucking at the tasty neck. Then Mary stood and faced him.
"You're beautiful," was all he said, and she led him to the bedroom.
In the room was a cluttered dresser, almost overflowing with clothes and junk. Scarves and jewelry were tangled with paperbacks and shitty underwear. The whole place had the look of a child's bedroom, but he didn't have much time to look around.
In one quick leap, they both climbed onto the bed, and the mattress creaked beneath their combined weight. They rolled together, laughing and playing and having a great old time. He put both hands on her shoulders, and could feel her body beneath her dress.
He pushed down and Mary fell in a lump, not an ounce of resistance in her. He rolled next to her and removed his shoes. She was already barefoot, so took her turn by slipping her dress over her head. His body spun into action, sending warm flashes of lust along his thighs. Mary tossed the dress to the floor and sat naked from the waist up, her big heaving breasts growing under their own weight. He couldn't wait. Lunging forward, he slammed his head against those firm mounds, wanting a nipple between his open lips.
He found one and as it went inside, Mary shunted forward, giving him a better shot. She wound her fingers in his hair and demanded his naked body against hers. Rapidly he undid his shorts, flinging them to the floor. Then they touched flesh to flesh, their aroused bodies sending erotic shock waves along their spines, working on their senses. The heightened feelings of lust they both felt left no room for shyness in the meeting of their bodies.
Her nipples grew and grew, seemingly without end, and he felt like he would stay sucking on that rich melon all day. The feeling was really intense and he smoothed his hand over the other tit, feeling the stabbing nipple pulse hard against his palm. In his pants he felt another growing sensation and knew his cock was hardening. Mary pulled back and leaned on her arms, shaking her heavy tits as if to call him to them. He responded rapidly, flattening his body over hers, shoving his hard dork against her panty covered cunt.
She sighed and collapsed under his supporting weight so easily. His turned-on state grew, and he saw her as a provocative woman, rich and ripe, wanting to please him and make him submit to her feminine pleasure.
He was ready for it. He wanted to dominate her and be dominated by her.
Together they would become one erotic being, charged with their mental and physical energies, turning their casual lovemaking into a serious and exciting affair.
Raising himself above her, he stared down. His sensual self was rising through-the deep, pot haze. Threatening to make him lunge after her like a stud in heat. Then she reached up and zipped his pants. Tod helped and soon his hard meat was standing straight and stiff in her slim hands.
He moved forward and Mary rubbed her fingers over the taut surface, rubbing the rod vigorously. He moved around, becoming always more and more aroused. His legs were spread apart and Mary lay down between them.
The long tool waved in the air as she shifted, sliding her lace panties over her long slim thighs. He watched hotly as they came off, exposing the silken hairs of her golden pubic area. They glistened and shimmered as he gazed.
Her inner thighs were already moist, her cunt ready, to be filled and he came around quickly, bringing his stinging tongue down hard on her, wiggling the tip of it into that sweet smelling hole. She gasped and rocked with the wonderful feeling. Her legs went up and she opened wide, giving him easy access to that delicious spot. His tongue ran alongside her thighs, tickling and teasing her until she clamped her legs together tightly about his face. When she opened them again, his tongue headed straight for her slit. Inside her cunt, the channel was slippery and smooth, the gorgeous walls sucking at his tongue as he ate her out.
He leaned over her, his mouth busy. Then he felt her mouth returning the favor. She was lapping at the hard head of his expanded cock. It was his turn to writhe under the expert caresses.
His legs opened out and back, as he gyrated, trying to sock his long rod into her steaming mouth. Mary opened her lips and closed them after he went in, stuffing her jaws with the full joint. She sucked heartily, like dragging again on that wonderful pot, only this time it was a joint that throbbed at her.
Together they licked at sex and found their hands wandering over heated bodies, filled with erotic delights. Back and forth they rocked, their bodies acting in harmony, the song of lust building to a hard rock song.
Mary was caught in a liquid heat, blotting out everything that went through her drug-laden mind except the high kick of sex. Her sopping passage seemed to have its own life, grabbing and pulling at his tongue. He felt her inner muscles pull and twitch and tried to reach his slithering tonuge in her cervix.
All the .time his fingers worked over her clitoris, sending spasms of urgent desire through the girl's legs and thighs. Her body approached a breaking point, and Mary sobbed under the continued pressure. Tod's hands roamed over her lush body at will, finding their own separate ways. His mind was too far gone, locked into the beauty of lust, to worry about his hands. All his concentration was on the head of his throbbing cock. He kicked his legs and sent the pulsing pole deeper into Mary's sucking lips. The head hit her throat and sprung to new life. It seemed to grow even bigger in her warm wetness.
They shifted positions. Now they were side by side, slapping their bellies against each other, driving their sensitized organs into each other's mouths. Almost silent now, they both felt the grass-aided eroticism climb higher.
He felt the first drops of scum begin to drip from the head of his vibrating tool. He lunged deep into Mary's mouth, driving like a fired up engine. The feeling was incredible. His cock was hers. Her pussy was his. They were linked in a chain of lust. Tod knew that when his prick exploded into her gaping jaws, her lubrication would come down and flow into his mouth.
Harder now, he strained against her face, feeling his tight balls hit her chin. His mouth and nose were firmly entrenched in Mary's box, and his fingers now pinching and squeezing her delectable ass. Ramming into her one more time did it. His hot spunk squirted against her throat and Mary gagged on the overflowing juices.
Somehow the sticky come made it into her mouth, past the sputtering throat, and she managed to smoothly swallow load after load of his hot spunk.
Now it was Mary's turn. She slammed her body against his, wanting to force his head completely inside, trying to fill her soaking cavity, and at the same time trying desperately to build her climax to an even higher point. She wanted to savor every delightful moment, to make the experience last longer than ever before, to feel the coming eruption with all of her varied senses.
She opened her eyes now, watching the last few drops from his dribbling cock. Then she gave out with some piercing sex shucks, using her sense of speech to tell him of the ongoing erotic attack. Her come oozed out. His tongue and lips actively collected it, sucking it into his jaws, along with her knobby clit, driving her almost mad with the licking action that covered her twat.
They rolled on the bed, Mary throwing her arms around like a screaming madwoman, yelling and howling for more. Tod pressed his fingers into service, shoving two of them deep into her tight anal canal. She wound her ass-hole around them, screwing herself tightly on the intruding digits, while her cunt still sent forth streams of lubrication.
"Oh yes ... come ... good ... so nice."
Her voice trailed off as her climax petered out into a series of short uncontrollable jerks.
He left her slit and licked his sticky lips. He loved the taste of hot fresh come and sucked it in vigorously, trying to get every last drop. Her thighs were sticky and wet and he dove back at them, wanting to clean them thoroughly. Mary pushed him away, however. Her body was too sensitive now; unable to handle any further attack on its sensual areas.
They closed their eyes, bodies still wet with spent fluid, and then they dozed, not really sleeping, but caught up in a new series of intricately involved grass-stimulated dreams. He knew the day had so far been quite a success. He had smoked some good dope and screwed a beautiful girl. She probably was going to buy some stuff on top of that.
The pot high lasted for another hour or so, giving them time to try out some more tricks and for him to complete a sell with her. To his surprise she offered him a place to stay.
Not only had he gotten a beautiful lay, now this chick was going to give him a place to sleep. He accepted and kissed her in thanks. That started the whole thing again, and he couldn't escape without pumping one more quick load into her sweet hole.
CHAPTER TWO
Back on the street he hustled along. He had to sell three more bags before meeting his contact It was all proving very easy, and most pleasant What could be better than selling good stuff to your friends and turning a neat little profit in the process?
Across town, he headed for a guy he had met at a big party. Tod rang his bell but no one answered. With two ounces still in his pocket he headed back. And when he was crossing Avenue A he ran into Jake. Tod had fallen into his circle of friends when he first came to the city and hand stayed at his place for a few weeks. He was big. About 220 pounds easily. He squeezed Tod in his bear-hug and when his breath came back Tod asked if he could use any pot.
"Well ... I can always use some good stuff. Where can we taste it? I never buy untasted."
Jake suggested Mary's place and he followed. Once there, they did some "smoke" and Jake liked it well enough to hand over $40. Tod was sold out and had a new home besides.
That night he turned over the money to his friend and he handed Tod's share back to him. As an extra bonus he gave Tod a free half-ounce.
He went back to Mary, as happy as could be. Now he had some bread, a place to crash, and a loving female. Sometimes he thought she was even a bit too loving. She never seemed to stop. That night he screwed her three more times and she was still horny when he refused out of exhaustion. He slept like a baby, the soft bed and warm body lulling him into a deep slumber.
The next morning he felt as good as new, with no after effects from the previous day's activities. He rolled over and touched Mary.
She opened her eyes and smiled her wicked smile then climbed on him, driving her wet box across his chest. Tod wondered then whether she was always moist and ready for action.
Soon, she was sitting on his face, her cunt wide open over his stirring tongue, while her thighs molded themselves against his chest. He cleaned her out again and again as she climaxed into his jaws. The wet cream tasted as good as ever, and he was glad of the chance to wake up this way, after too long alone. When he finished she made him stay put while she climbed down to handle his sleeping cock making it swell to immense proportions in her mouth. She lapped and sucked until it gave up and spewed the hot liquid that she gobbled greedily.
Every other minute it seemed that Mary was throwing herself at him, wanting her body treated to another sort of erotic fun. He couldn't figure it out, this luck of his. It was either too little or too much.
After breakfast they smoked and fucked again on the floor. Tod came at her from behind, jamming his hard cock into her cunt like a dog. She screamed at the tight fit and jogged back and forth pulling him deeper in. Told slammed against her ass time and again, sending the prick high and into her inner chamber. She loved it and crawled forward, making him follow. They went around the room like that, and then she leaned forward, her jutting ass high in the air.
He placed his hands on her back and leaned forward, driving the drill home. In a few short strokes he felt her come again, quivering as her floodgates burst. She jumped up and down, her torso bucking like a wild animal. He reached around her and cupped her full breasts, crunching the nipples hard in his hands. She whimpered like a little kitten and he increased the pressure, making her wrench backward violently, causing his cock to shoot its load.
Tod's come exploded into her deep crack, the hot scum pushing up and backing out, making large pools beneath them on the floor. They moved in unison, until there was nothing more to drain, and slumped in a heap.
For the next couple of weeks he barely left the apartment. They smoked a lot and did a lot of screwing. The only time they left was to get food and wrappers. It was a good life and he couldn't see any reason to change it. At the end of the fun though, the pot supply had run a little low. They had given a lot away to friends and had more than a few parties where it was baked into brownies and eaten.
Buying was expensive so Tod decided to deal a pound, that way making enough back so that whatever he kept for himself would be free. Mary said she'd .put up the money and he went in search of a good deal. Any good deal.
As Tod saw it, he had things pretty well in hand. After all, his needs were pretty simple. All he really needed was a place to lay his head, some good grass to smoke, and a nice tight hole in which to put his cock. Mary was offering him all three.
CHAPTER THREE
Jack Bums was a tough man. He had always been that way. Growing up he was a creep. In school he was nasty. His meanness helped him when he took over other people's small businesses. Before long he had moved from the small time into a position where he controlled a whole section of an industry.
It was only a small leap from that spot to his present position as the president of an international firm.
His group had fingers in a lot of pies and tentacles everywhere. For this he had to cater to a lot of different tastes. In every major city, men working for him paid off and got rid of those who didn't follow company line. He sat safe and clean. Few people knew he was around, and most of those who did wished they didn't. He was a ghost of a millionaire.
Jack Burns stood over the bathtub. His big hulky body naked, sweat running down his face and neck. The water ran from the tap for his daily bath. Jack always took one. He liked to soak for hours in the hot tub, feeling the oiled water seep into his tawny skin, making it tender and soft.
He liked the way it made his mind feel as clean as his body. It was one of the secrets of his success.
When the bath was ready he stepped into it, testing the heat with his toe. The water swooshed up over the edge of the oversized tub, spreading a thin film across the tile bathroom floor. Jack sank under the comforting liquid. The tub was large enough to accommodate three people instead of his oneself and he moved casually in it, shifting his body gracefully in the uplifting water.
Putting his hands on the bottom of the tub, he pushed himself along the edge, his body floating on top. His limp cock flopped between two dark and hairy thighs. He flicked a finger at the flabby organ and watched as it swished from one side to the other. He slapped it harder making small so very small waves with his hands. His prick was his favorite toy.
Now when he moved the cock, some life appeared. It slowly straightened out, its flaccid form filling up with blood. Jack reach for the bar of soap. He quickly rubbed it over his hairy groin, raising mounds of lather. Then he replaced the soap and stroked the climbing cock, making the head push through the water, bigger with each beat of his hand.
When it was full size and the head was a purple-red, Jack dunked his body into the hot water. He held it under until the cock fell back into its limp state. Jack stroked his balls under the water, watching closely. He returned the soap to his hand and scrubbed under his ass cheeks, putting the soap into his crack, then swishing his body back and forth to remove all the suds.
Jack rubbed every part of his fifty year old body until it gleamed. When he was through with his bath, he yelled. The sound was followed by a slamming door and a woman's soft footsteps down the hall.
Nancy Ames had worked for Jack for a year and knew he would call for her every day at this moment. Her childish beauty always shocked people when it was seen next to his raunchy old body, but Nancy had stopped caring about all the strange stares and nasty remarks. She walked towards the bathroom clad only in one of his shirts. Beneath the shirt her slender figure moved with the happy grace of a healthy child.
Her long legs were tanned from hours of sun-bathing on the penthouse roof. She turned the corner and saw Jack still in the tub, waiting for her. A slight smile crossed her face as she approached him. He had quite a reputation as being a tough guy, but she knew how to handle him, and she was just a kid.
Once in a while he demanded incredible things of her, and sometimes his sadistic streak made a horrifying impact on her youthful body, but usually he could be handled by the girl, and she knew it. She had been kept in style, more than any runaway kid could hope for. And given all the material comforts she could have desired. All she had to do was turn her body over to his demanding hands. That was usually fun.
Nancy's long black hair shone in the streaming sunlight as she quickened her pace towards the tub. About a foot form the edge she stopped and removed her shirt. Her child-like figure bloomed in the tile room. Her breasts were tiny but stood up, tipped with long hard nipples, brownish red. Her stomach was flat, smoothing over luscious hips, down into that tangle of black kinky hair that surrounded her teenage cunt. Her ass was perfectly matched to the rest of her and jiggled slightly as she resumed her walk.
Jack held his breath as Nancy came closer. She always hit him that way. His stomach tightened and his head had a strange buzzing. It was like having his own daughter for his mistress.
Ever since the day he spotted her crossing the street on the way home from Junior High, he was certain she was the one. From that day on he had her tailed, until he knew everything about her. He knew she had screwed around as much as she could.
It wasn't hard to arrange for a kidnap. One that Nancy never forgot.
During lunch in an exclusive French restaurant, Jack plied her with rich food and imagine talk, telling her how she could earn plenty of money and have the kind of life she wanted just by being his little girl. He said he wanted just someone to share his business trips and conferences with and to live in his large penthouse apartment. Nancy was surprised by this strange offer, but Jack kept on, never missing the chance to make a point. Finally she agreed to see the apartment without screaming for help, and they left the restaurant after Jack left an enormous tip, making sure that the roll of bills flashed in Nancy's face.
In the penthouse, Jack showed Nancy around pointing out a luxuriously furnished, feminine room, complete with a closet full of junior clothes, all perfectly designed for her. Her mind reeled at the possibilities, and she sat, thinking long and hard at his proposition. Up until this point, no mention of sex had been made, and Nancy assumed that she would be free from such flings with a man his age.
Her room seemed private enough and had a lock on the door. She knew that Jack didn't interest her. She still missed her young boyfriends and wasn't really interested in anyone. But, in any case, the middle-aged man was not her ideal fantasy. Too much like daddy.
Nancy set up shop the following week. She never worked up the courage to tell her parents she was not being held by force but instead left them a note explaining that she was involved in a Hollywood scheme for immortality and it would be best if they let her be. She promised to contact them, when everything was settled down.
Since she had lied about her age, there was no problem on striking out on her own, and a surge of excitement rushed through her when she slipped into the plush interior of Jack's chauffer-driven limousine. Jack patted her hand, assuring her that she was making the right move, and they moved off inside the quiet environment of the luxury apartment.
Once they arrived in the penthouse Jack had the Jamaican housekeeper take her to the bedroom. Then they sat in the open living room, the glass wall before them showing a great view of New York's skyline. It was a breathtaking view and Nancy knew that she was not wise to fight him. It would all pay off well in the long run.
In the first few weeks of her imprisonment, she flew coast to coast, legally, of course, always free to roam the shops and explore while her Jack held high-level, lengthy business conferences from which she was always excluded. Jack never talked to her about the work he was in and it was just as well, because her youthful mind, would not have been able to handle it. Nancy did not stop wondering, however, and kept her ears and eyes open for information possibly useful in the future.
Nancy was happy. Not only had she flown to exciting places and begun collecting all kinds of expensive goodies, but she was left alone to have young friends and to play her rock music when in the penthouse. What could be better.
The only thing that was missing was a boyfriend her own age, but she was sure that would come sooner or later and when it did, if it meant leaving this fairy tale life, she would. But that was a long way off.
Several months after she began living with Jack, keeping him company during nights and making trips with him, he told her he had to leave her for a few days and that she would be alone in the apartment. Nancy had begun to like the old man, his strange sense of humor and his seemingly gently ways always providing her with fatherly friendship. When he was leaving the apartment, his briefcase in hand, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed the man's cheek, just as she used to do when her father left for work.
"I'll miss you, sir. Have a good time." She was sincere in her message. He had made her a happy little girl.
"I'll be back in four days. You be a good girl."
He wrinkled his face into a wry expression and gave forth with a loud laugh. Then he swooped the girl into his arms and planted some hard full kisses on her surprised lips. He had never touched her before, but now his kiss seared her body, his tongue rapidly piercing her lips and driving hard into her mouth.
Nancy stood, breathless and somewhat shaken by the brutal power she felt when in his arms. She straightened her hair and shook her head once, trying to erase the hot feeling that clung to her thighs. Jack smiled again and left, locking the door behind him. Nancy was alone, the housekeeper having been given a vacation while the boss was away.
It was strange being alone in that large penthouse and Nancy wandered back and forth in the place, figuring what she should do first. The kiss Jack had planted on her still lingered, and she wiped her lips, trying to understand what it had meant. It certainly was different from the way he had ever treated her before. There had been nothing fatherly about that tongue, and it bothered her.
She snooped around his bedroom, but the door was locked and after jiggling it a few times, she was content to leave it, afraid she might break the lock. Then she wandered back to her room and lounged on the bed, leafing through confession magazines. Nothing interested her and she got up again.
Her image flashed back at her from the full length closet mirror. She stared at herself, pleased with the way she looked. Her black hair was long and straight, forming a halo around her head and her shoulders, stretching down her back almost to her waist. It was naturally wavy and she was proud of it. Still watching, she ran her slim fingers through the mane, fluffing it out, letting it fall back and caressing the silky strands. Her face was clear and inviting.
Her nose and mouth formed a sweet set, the full lips pouting by themselves while her pert nose made her big eyes look even larger. She flicked her tongue over her lips, still feeling those brutal male lips that Jack had rammed against her. His taste was strong and wouldn't leave. He had been the first man to kiss her like that. Now she wished she were back in the car with a handsome boy, their bodies pressed tightly together as they petted the way teenagers will.
She tried not to cry and resolved to wipe that sad memory from her mind. Nancy returned her attention to the mirror. As she moved closer to it, her eyes traveled down from her face, meeting her still growing breasts, jutting from her loose blouse. She breathed deeply, watching the sensual motions that her boobs made, letting her hands run up along her sides, pushing more sexual energy towards those large globes.
She felt very grown-up and checked herself once more. Her smock was short and barely covered her crotch. That was the way Jack like her to dress and she was never one to hide her body. Ever since she had matured, at about twelve, she had exhibited her glowing figure, making sure every male within seeing distance was aware of her.
Now she was aware of her own budding charms, and the thought of playing with herself in front of this large mirror. She hadn't done something like that since she was ten. Yes she hadn't masturbated in years, but even then had never done it in front of a full length mirror. Her sexual drive had been triggered by Jack's hard kiss and now she had to finish it off, to make herself happy with the self-manipulation that she had learned as a little girl from her friends.
She wasted no time in stripping off her clothes and flinging them on the bed. Resting her body on the carpeted floor, she placed a pillow beneath her head, moving so she could see every part of her in the mirror. Then she opened her mouth, exhaled twice, starting her own temptation. Her breasts rose to meet her hands as they caressed the budding mounds. Her nipples straightened under the fondling, and Nancy spent some time rubbing the hard points, feeling the warm feeling move into her little crotch.
She rubbed her thighs together all the while, letting her legs send wild sensations through her body, while her hands worked over her two tits. She pushed them together and drew them apart. Then she pushed one breast high, towards her mouth, straining with her tongue to reach the nipple. She had always fallen short, but she tried nevertheless. Frustrated, she resumed the massage, sending rippling signals of desire further along her spine. Her cunt filled with juice, but she ignored it, leaving the best for last.
In the mirror, Nancy's body rose and fell like a machine. Her hands trailed to the soft undersides of her breasts, cupping them and pressing them against her rib cage. The slapping motion set up yet another series of erotic waves, and as she gazed at herself she became a beautiful mature woman who had power to build the sexual urge in Nancy at the same time she fingered herself.
The fantasy built in her head, driving all reality from the scene. She wanted the mirror image to be down beside her and caress her skin and kiss her. She began constructing a complete personality for the mirror woman, giving her horny loving feelings for her real body, telling herself that the fantasy girl loved her, and would be sweet and loving to her. She told herself to get closer to the mirror, and to touch it with her flesh.
She inched across the floor, keeping the pillow in position. Nancy lifted her legs high across the mirror, spreading them so she could still watch he reflection as she caressed her firm flesh. A smile passed her lips as her hands finally left her hard nipples and soft breasts. They slowly worked over her stomach, stopping a moment and then suddenly diving for that moist darkness that clung to her thighs. Her fingers played at the tip of the crack a second, running over the lips and then gingerly touching the clitoris that nestled beneath a flap of skin.
She panted now, free of any ties to the real world, demanding and getting fulfillment from her imaginary lover. The flow increased and she yelled for more.
With one final outburst of dirty words and come she fell back against the rug, her hands still kneading her flesh, three fingers lodged deep in the flooded slit, her face twisted in lust, her mind reeling with erotic images that spun like her fingers inside.
After a series of small spasms that drained her dry, Nancy slumped on the floor, letting her legs slide down the mirror. She shuddered as her heels hit the floor and slowly removed her hand from the dripping hole. Her fingers were sticky with white cream and she wiped them on her tummy, feeling the smooth cream flow over the still heated flesh.
When she had cleaned up all the leftover come, Nancy got up and filled the bathtub. She washed the sticky substance from herself and got dressed. The rest of the day she spent with her music and her fantasies.
For the next few days she prowled around the house, always on the search for clues to her master's past. Still she was able to find no evidence, and resolved to ask him about it when he returned. Each day, too, she repeated her sexual barrage, making love to her own body with stroking fingers, always ending the fun by coming in giant spasms and rubbing the white liquid over herself. Then she would bathe and do it some more.
On the expected day of Jack's return, Nancy prepared a special supper, with fried chicken, and home made french-fries. As her mother had taught her. The place was clean as a special welcome home treat, but he never showed in time for the meal and she ate alone.
Later that evening, she went to her room to read one of his books. She lounged on the bed, her door wide open, listening for the tell-tale sounds of the elevator. Hours passed and there was still no sign of him. Nancy shut her door, turned out the light and slept. She cried during a dream.
She was awakened by a wet kiss sliding down her neck. Nancy shuddered in her sleep and then turned over, opening her eyes wide in the darkness. She clutched her sheet around her, hid beneath the covers, frightened by the sudden assault. Then she sat up in the bed, squirming away from the hot lips.
Jack sat on the bed, facing her. His hands were on his lap as he looked at her.
"Nancy, I'm home! Sorry to scare you, but you looked so delectable."
Nancy relaxed, her face regained some of its color.
"You did scare me. I thought you would be home much earlier."
"I think it's time you called me Daddy. Come join me in the living room for a few minutes."
He rose and walked away, fully confident that she would follow.
Nancy put on her robe, and went into the living room. Jack was sitting on the couch, a large drink in his hand. He rose as she entered the room, and treating her like a special lady, waited for her to sit down before returning to the couch. Nancy sat, her bathrobe opening over her legs. She crossed her legs, letting the bathrobe remain open, but didn't know why.
Jack slapped a hand on her knee and Nancy jumped slightly. He had never before been this close to her, and in fact had led her to believe he wasn't interested in her body. She started at his face. Inside she shuddered at the thought of having sex with this older man.
She was glad to be seen in public with him, even though she knew what everyone thought. Still, as long as she didn't sleep with him, she wasn't a weirdo. Was he going to make her do it? She shifted, hoping the hand would fall off, but Jack held his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Nancy seemed to sense the wav her body was reacting. She cursed it silently as a bolt of heat began circling between her thighs.
"Did you miss me at all?"
Jack smiled and sipped his drink. She was anxious to get back in her warm bed, safe behind her locked door.
"Oh, yes, I even made a special supper for you tonight, but you never made it. It's in the refrigerator."
Maybe a boring subject would keep his mind off her. No such luck.
Now Jack sipped again and as he did his hand crawled higher onto Nancy's thigh. A shiver passed over her spine and she looked at the man, her eyes pleading to be left alone. He ignored her and simply kept his fingers deeply creeping towards the hidden pussy.
Now Nancy was more than shivering. Her whole body felt the conflict within her. She hated the thought of having to perform sexually for this old guy, even though he had been nice to her; and then again her young ripeness could use some manly caresses. She knew that even though her afternoon hand-jobs were useful for her needs, they could never compare to the attentions of a real man.
Maybe Jack would be even better than her young boyfriend had been. But she didn't love him. Her body heat rose, as her mind shifted gears, trying to sort out the varied feelings that pressed in upon it. Jack placed his glass on the floor and leaned closer to Nancy.
"Listen carefully now. So far you have been left strictly alone except to accompany me to various public places. You have performed everything I have asked you, and I have no complaints. Now it is time for me to relax. I want you to help. To refuse would be a mistake. Do not make that mistake."
His eyes turned hard and cold. Nancy sensed that he wasn't joking.
Although she didn't know what he meant, she got the idea when his hand squeezed tightly on her leg, sending a sharp pain through her muscle. She jerked in agony, but it was impossible to move from his iron grip. He smiled again, this time showing a dangerous leer she had never seen before. Nancy cringed before him. She was in for it, and knew it.
Jack relaxed his hold then and sat back, leaving Nancy's body free. She rubbed her leg, working the circulation back into it, trying to rub out the white circles his strong fingers had made. Tears welled up in her eyes, on the verge of dropping and she turned to him, a hurt look on her pale face.
"You are here now because I had to get rid of a girl," Jack said. "She refused me something. As I said before, do not make that mistake. You will enjoy whatever I do. I will see to that."
His well-muscled body towered over her. He grasped her tiny hand and it was lost in his palm. Pulling her behind him, they walked into his bedroom. He unlocked the door, and entered, Nancy close behind. She had never been in this room before. There, covering half the space was an enormous water bed. He closed the door behind him, locking it and pocketing the key. Nancy trembled again, feeling completely trapped. She was terrified.
With each passing moment she became more convinced that she shouldn't be there, that she was about to became involved in something awful, something sick, something she wanted no part of.
Jack crossed to his bed and began undressing. He did it matter-of-factly, nonchalantly. The clothing fell at his feet. Nancy had never seen such an old body and the whole of it made her pass out. Jack continued undressing until everything was gone except his shorts. Nancy's mouth hung open as her gaze hopped to that spot. "
Beneath the white shorts she sensed a terrible weapon, one she knew would soon be turned on her. Almost as if he read her mind, Jack stepped from the shorts, bringing his hair covered crotch to her inspection. He moved forward, and Nancy hesitated. Then she knew what to do. There was only one way to please the man without getting herself hurt in the process. She unwrapped her robe. Jack paused and checked her out, his breath catching momentarily and then escaping.
"Smart girl. You and I will get along just fine."
Jack moved in. Nancy stepped around him, trying to delay the inevitable and climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs, feeling her cunt fill immediately with a lubrication that she hoped would be adequate for his cock. Jack went after her, the water shaking as he dove onto the mattress. Jack slid over to her, placing his large hands on her little breasts and squeezing. He panted now, losing no time in his urgent desires.
His hand slipped from her tit and headed for the space between her thighs. Nancy opened wide and shut her eyes. She tried to imagine it was someone else digging into that spot, but no matter how hard she tried, his physical presence brought her back to the reality of the scene.
Stabbing into her wet hole, Jack thrust three fingers in there, happy that they went in so well. Nancy rocked back, her legs pushing further apart to allow the fingers a deep entrance.
Jack's cock started to expand and as it did, he snuggled up closer, letting his thighs rub her side. Nancy felt the rod grow next to her and quickly turned a hand onto it, wanting to hurry the whole thing, wanting to retreat from this animal as quickly as she could.
Jack moaned once as his cock was handled. It grew by leaps and bounds until it was full and round, the head a darkly swollen mass of flesh, waiting for more attention. Nancy gave him what he wanted, hoping to bring him to a manual orgasm, but Jack wouldn't allow that. As she stroked, him, her own cunt became increasingly heated by his flying fingers.
Try as she might, she couldn't force her body to react without feeling. Every stroke inside her made her twat jump in pleasure. As much as she hated to admit it, the old man was making her feel good. He was keeping his word. She moved her hips in response, feeling her motion slide against his cock as well as over his fingers.
Jack pulled the sticky hand out and shifted his body. Then he hoisted himself until his prick was rubbing just outside that steaming pussy.
Nancy watched, her heart in her mouth. He teased her knowingly, rubbing the long wide tool over her pussy lips and clit, never sticking it more than just close to her pulsing hole.
Nancy was going crazy. Her body shot back and forth under him, her tits flopping wildly as she called to him, begging him to shove it in.
"Fuck me,. .Jack ... please do it ... I need your cock ... Now!"
She slung her legs up over his hot body and reached for his cock with her cunt.
A moan escaped from both of them, telling each other that the time was ripe. He shoved it ever so deep, hitting against the back wall, really grinding the tool into her. Nancy turned under him, feeling the hardness throb inside. Her cunt was on fire; her whole body was being broken up by the enormous goodness of this masterpiece.
Gently at first, and then with working pressure, he jammed into her, carefully as his cock slipped back and forth in her tight hole. His hands supported his weight just above her, letting only a part of the bulk hit her at any one time, as she looked so fragile.
Nancy was contracting, and her pussy muscles yanked on the pole, clutching it inside and hanging on. Every stroke brought her closer to a frantic orgasm and she grabbed at his balls now, squeezing them as she felt his stiff joint rock again in the slippery track. Her fears were gone as he was fucking her into womanhood.
She could feel him swelling even more inside her and she pushed back at his groin. She felt her own thrill building up inside her, like an angry storm. Then his swollen prick stabbed faster and smoother, driving the head against her clit on the way in. His hands caressed her clit and roughly worked over her outer vaginal lips.
With one last slam, he exploded, sending shot after steaming shot into her slimy pussy. She rocked under the trembling body and answered his cream with her own, mixing the two streams into a mighty river, carrying them both through the sea of passion until they washed up on shore, exhausted but content.
Now, years later, Nancy was face to face with that hard meat again. After that first encounter, when he was home, it had been her job to finish off his bath with some sexual entertainment.
Today she carried peppermint with her and when Jack pulled his body to the top of the water, she swirled the mints in her mouth, getting her gums and mouth all tingly. Then she handled his pole and drove it into an excited state with her fingers. She stroked over the entire length as Jack smiled up at her, happy as a clam.
The peppermint worked like an electric shock, making Jack's cock stand like a tent pole. Nancy smiled as she saw his face wrinkle like a child's and his cheeks get red. She stopped a second and his face looked pained, almost as if he was on the verge of collapse. Nancy scooped the last of the mint into her lips and holding it here, proceeded to rub the tingling stuff over the hard meat. Jack shoved his body higher, and the motion knocked the candy from Nancy's mouth and replaced it with the hard cock. She accepted it and stroked fast with her head now, her tits flopping against the side of the tub as her own body responded to the sexual play.
He pumped into her, shooting his pent up steam into her gaping jaws. Nancy swallowed and sucked. She took every bit that he had to offer always looking for more. Below the tub her hand was furiously driving into her pussy, bringing her own orgasm in time to match his.
When both had shot their hot juices, they fell back. Small curls of come drifted up through the water to float on top, as Jack dribbled his last. Nancy's drooling cunt spilled its last onto the floor.
Then Jack stood up, stepped from the tub, and pulled Nancy to him.
"That was good, Nancy," he said, his voice soft and distant. There was a look of contentment on his face. "You've been making me happy for quite a while now, and I hope that continues."
He paused. Thought for a second.
"I hope so, Nancy. For both of our sakes."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack helped Nancy from the car. He supported her elbow like the gentlemen of old. The drive had been long and tiring, and the last hour had been full of bumpy roads, making her stomach rock with sickness.
The sky was dark with threatening clouds, and Nancy guessed that the gathering rain storm was making her depressed. All this travel had never appealed much to her, and she was determined to avoid future trips. She would gladly spend the extra time alone, just so she could avoid the terrifying feeling of not knowing where she would wake up.
"Feeling better now?" Jack smiled at Nancy and steered her into the street.
"A little."
She smoothed her long hair back and caught her pale reflection in a large glass door. She looked like shit.
He steadied Nancy again, as her knees almost gave way and they headed to the coffee shop for a restful ice cream soda.
Inside the cool confines of the coffee shop, the talk was subdued. Most of the customers were persons waiting for their rooms to be ready, and they were fresh and eager to get going, in marked contrast to Nancy, who felt completely washed out and ready for the sack. But even though she felt sick, and looked paler than usual, her youthful beauty made itself known.
A few men turned to watch her wiggle into her seat and cast lusty glances her way. He ignored them, too tired to even bother with the little games she generally played with other men.
Jack was very aware of the goings on. As always, he knew everything that went on around him. There was nothing that escaped him. Especially when it had to do with protecting his property.
They ordered and waited silently while the waiter made their sodas. That just ended tip had been long and successful. It seemed that Jack was never unsuccessful in his ventures, and although Nancy still had little idea of how his business worked, she knew that he kept company with some pretty important people.
This trip had taken them to Washington, D.C. where they had stayed in a large plush hotel. Jack was busy in meetings most of the days, and Nancy had been left with a young boy, hired expressly to show her around. Nancy followed his tour, watching the crowded streets and bustling shops. Somehow everything seemed very unreal. She wished she had the nerve to ask for a fuck. It was as if she were in a dream, and she would only wake up when she returned to the penthouse. Being with the boy reminded her too much of her own youth.
Nights, when Jack came back to the hotel, Nancy greeted him ecstatically, pressing him for information about when they could return to New York. He never answered.
The last night, after Jack announced that they would be leaving the next day, there was a big party across town to celebrate the closing of a major deal. When Nancy asked if she could go, she was told she could if she dressed up in a way to pass for at least eighteen.
The party had been loud and flashy. When Nancy arrived, dressed in a clinging, low cut long sweater, her neck covered in gold charms, a hush fell over the guests. Jack smiled proudly and everyone relaxed and joked. The volume of noise picked up again. He held her hand tightly in his fist, as if she might be taken.
Nancy wished she hadn't come. The party was really loud and with groups of middle aged men and slim older women dancing and drinking. She looked around and knew she didn't belong there. Everyone seemed bent on making everyone else, as they downed drink after drink.
Drinks were pressed into their hands, and Jack proposed a toast to Nancy. She accepted and tipped her glass, feeling the strong liquid scorch her throat. She hated booze, but had to act grown-up. All around them, the corwd seemed to be closing in, with men yelling and passing appreciative glances at Nancy. She felt their eyes taking off her dress and wanted to run before she died of shame. If left to her own devices, she might just scream at them all to come on and fuck her. But Jack wouldn't like that. He wouldn't like that at all.
Nancy was introduced to the men as they came up to say hello. She nodded politely, keeping her mouth shut and her eyes lowered.
There was something gruesome about the gathering that she couldn't quite understand, and she cocked an ear, hoping that the tone of the conversation would give her a clue.
Men spoke in hushed voices, draping their arms around their friends, like they were passing state secrets. Nancy was unable to make out anything, and only caught snatches of sentences in passing. She began wandering around, following Jack as he drifted.
The men seemed to never talk directly to the women, just to smile and pass their guarded information on to other men. All the women in the room seemed to have the same status as Nancy, pretty and nothing more. That realization made Nancy all the more anxious to get the hell out of there.
Nancy excused herself from Jack and walked up to the bar. She had spotted a pair of important-looking men, engrossed in conversation and wanted badly to overhear it and show she could have something worthwhile to say. The men seemed ignorant of her presence and continued to talk, deeply and quietly.
The men chuckled over the talk and walked off, still engaged in it. Nancy had managed to at least confirm her suspicions that Jack was somehow tied up with the government. The exact nature of his dealings still escaped her, but she was sure that they were pretty big.
Later, as the party was breaking up, Jack and Nancy wandered outside the house, into the expensive rose garden. A few couples were wandering through as well, and Jack steered Nancy away from the other people. Down a long winding path, they came across a well shrubbed clearing. High above them, the moon and stars cast a strong light, illuminating their figures and making the shadows ghostly in the night.
Jack had his arm around Nancy's waist and was steering her gently. She had long since become used to his touch. Ever since the first session of lovemaking, she had come to expect his body to cover hers whenever the mood struck him. Which was often.
She always came across, realizing that as he had said, to refuse would be a mistake. And she was always glad that she did. At least, so far, because it had been fun.
They walked a bit further, coming to a place where the lawn ended and a long line of tall trees waved in the cool night air. The moon made the scene appear fairy-like and Jack and Nancy stepped into another world. Their trail was soon swallowed up behind them as they progressed to the center of the clearing.
Then Jack ordered Nancy to lie down, and she did as she was told. Jack was standing above her too, his body stretching and flexing as he started to undress. Nancy watched him, her eyes growing large with passion. She was used to seeing his body come down over her, demanding sexual gratification.
In a flash he was naked, his skin shining in the moonlight, and he knelt next to her.
"Now you get undressed, my child. Then we'll make love in the moonlight. It's terrific."
Nancy obeyed again and began to strip. Her hands went to the zipper along the back of her long dress. She slipped it down, and the dress parted, revealing a wonderful expanse of skin. Her breasts were covered by a push-up bra, tilting them up and outward.
They pointed sky-high above her body as she pulled them from her dress. Then she was naked except for her bra and panties.
Jack fell on her, reaching for her bra straps. He forced them down over her shoulders and licked the marks that they had left. Nancy closed her eyes and feeling his tongue begin to draw small circles of heat on her tender flesh, she sighed.
She had learned to love the feel of his harsh mouth as it made her skin come alive. Soon it was tingling all over and red marks were left from his mouth as it trailed down her arms. Nancy's bra was still hooked up, and she reached behind her back to undo the clasp.
Her tits fell free. The rosy tipped mounds slumped against her chest as she once again lay back, waiting for her master's hands.
Jack was still on his knees, watching her hot body in the clear moonlight, letting the sight of her fill him with a growing passion, and waiting until his prick reacted hotly to the sight.
He didn't have to wait long. Soon there was a tugging at his groin, and his cock was filling with heated blood, making it swell and expand, to full fighting power. In a moment it was hard and rigid towering out from his crotch like a steel pole, quivering in the night breeze.
Nancy threw him a kiss and beckoned to him. Her own body was beginning to feel a surge of excitement that she couldn't deny. Even though Jack's age might have been repulsive to some girls, Nancy had always been fairly treated by the old guy, and she knew that this night, would be no different.
The moonlight had turned everything into a wet dream. All around them, the leaves waved in the breeze and ghostly shadows followed their every movement. The couple lay quietly, almost enchanted by the magic quality of the night.
It seemed to draw them into a strange new fantasy where they would be free to express their perverse desires without shame, free to fulfill their strangest sexual fantasies right out in the open.
Jack worked his hands down his body and let them find his hard tool. He pumped it and then laughed.
"I won't waste it on jerking off darling. Don't worry. I'll give it all to you."
Then he was on top of her, his hands pulling away her panties, tossing them away into the grass. Nancy was naked and shivered slightly as a soft wind rippled over her nakedness. He pussy hairs fluttered as the breeze carried through them.
Her arms surrounded Jack's back as he crawled onto her body. Carefully, he put his knees in the cool earth, on either side of her body. Then he lowered his body until the madness of his dick shook just over her tight stomach.
Nancy pulled down slightly, wanting his cock to slam into her hole and begin the glorious fuck. But Jack held back, still shaking above her, a sly smile working on his lips. Then he returned to his kneeling stance.
"Don't you want to fuck me?"
Nancy asked like the little girl she was, knowing that her sweet voice would gather a response.
"Oh, I will, I will. Turn over."
His voice was sharp. Lust seemed to drip from his cock as he watched sexy Nancy turn around.
Her ass was waving high in the air and she had a hunch about what was coming. In another moment she could feel his big cock slamming against her rear end, screwing viciously into her rectal canal. Nancy thought back to the first fuck, and the memory of the sharp pain that filled her as Jack's hard pole was stuck into her tight anal opening, made her shake with fear. She had never heard of it before he did it to her.
Jack moved forward, digging his hands along her hips. His cock swung dangerously from his groin, threatening to lunge deep in her ass before she was ready. Nancy tensed and then relaxed as she remembered that she could only cope with the cock in a relaxed condition.
Jack worked his way right up behind her, his hard cock nestling into the outer rim of her crack. Then he dug a finger down beneath her round cheeks and lodged it in her cunt. Now he scooped out some of her slippery cream and spread it on his hard prick. He cleaned out still more juice from her frontal opening and slapped it into her ass-hole. Nancy was relieved to feel the slimy fluid coat hear anal cavity. Without it, she knew the penetration of his ramrod would no doubt kill her.
Once the stuff had seeped down into her interior, she felt Jack shifting his position slightly. His hands rested on the small of her back and his cock began nudging the inner ring of flesh that marked the true entrance to her rectum.
Her tits hung low against the grass that her body had mashed down. The sensation was unlike any she had ever felt before. Her nipples grew stiff and fat and the grass tickled along her flesh as if to scratch her into an orgasm.
Behind her she felt the man sliding the head of his huge rammer about between the spread cheeks. She wanted to clamp her ass cheeks tightly around the pole, to trap it in her hole and jerk along the length until she came a gusher.
At the same time she needed to feel the fullness of a hard cock deep inside her cunt. The two entrances both deserved attention, and Nancy couldn't possibly decide between them. But Jack was interested in screwing only her rear, so Nancy was left to her own means as far as her cunt was concerned. As soon as she felt the pressure grow in her tight anal channel she lifted a hand and aimed it at her own vibrating pussy. One finger slipped into her hole and twisted around sliding in the increasingly heavy lubrication.
The hot juices coated her finger and she added another finger to the hole. Then at her ass she felt like she was going to be torn to pieces. Jack was pile-driving into her without mercy. He jammed at her ass, shoving the full width of his cock far into her tiniest hole. Nancy couldn't help but arch her back and try desperately to avoid the building pressure by getting away from it.
But Jack grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. He wasn't going to let her escape now, not when she was opening up and allowing him some freedom. His cock seemed bigger than ever, and she was convinced that Jack's pole would split her open. But she was wrong. Jack still had some to go, and he shoved again. Another few inches worked into her opening, and Nancy grunted under the pain. But she survived.
Nancy didn't understand why this ass fuck was so intense. Maybe it was the combination of her fingers and the male cock. Or maybe it was the party going on nearby. Even the crisp night air might have something to do with it. It was so much nicer than fucking in a bed.
Jack fucked her hard, sending his shaft deeply into her rectum. His cock stuffed her full and Nancy thought for a second that the fat end would pop out of her mouth.
Her body was in a white hot rage-and getting hotter-as she toyed with her cunt. A long moan escaped her throat.
After a moment, Nancy surrendered herself totally to the freaky scene, here she was, in a garden in the capital getting ass fucked. There was no need to be cool or particularly dainty. All that was called for was lust; and she had plenty of it.
Nancy bellowed and screamed. Her ass rose and fell with every motion that rocked it. Her tits flopped wildly as she screwed from side to side. Her head nearly touched the ground as her hair covered her eyes.
She was caught in the raging fury that her own body suffered and Jack compounded the sexual frenzy by slapping his hands along her back and shoulders. His hands seemed to tear at her body, but Nancy ignored the little twinges of pain that followed his strokes. All she cared about were the wild vibrations in her cunt. Back and forth she twisted, trying to avoid the hands that beat her now, and yet at the same time wanting to feel more of the cock that pounded at ther, backside.
Nancy was nearly delirious with the pleasurable agony. Her finger gyrated inside her twat and called on a new stream of juice. This time it wasn't mere lubrication, but the beginning of a raging orgasm that caused Jack to increase his motion behind her. Nancy rocked on her hands and knees, while her ass was tunneled through by the huge male engine.
Jack felt his cock coming closer and closer to an eruption and he slowed down for a moment, trying to catch his breath. His body shook as his muscles contracted and released in turn. Then he gasped for breath, his face turning bright red as he rested.
His cock was still lodged fully inside Nancy's ass, but his body was motionless, letting the girl do all the work. And Nancy couldn't stop now, Her body was shaking with a giant orgasm, sending waves of passion through her entire, frame.
Her nipples felt fat and full. She dropped closer to the ground and let her breasts dig into the soft cool ground. The feeling of coolness that sprang from there, sent another shudder of lust through her and she jerked around fighting to shoot every last bit of cream she had.
Jack remained still behind her. Then slowly he began to fuck again. His hands went under her ass and around her thighs, squeezing and pinching all the same. Nancy was almost exhausted.
Jack knew just how to revive her.
Her fingers crept towards her cunt, and Nancy let her own hand drop away. Then two of his fingers plunged deep in to that slippery hole and worked hard against her stiff clit.
Nancy screamed in raging lust.
Her ass was shaking now and Jack jerked harder and faster with each thrust. His cock was buried up to the hilt and his balls bounced against her ass cheeks. Every motion now carried him closer to his final thrust. His cock was even fatter than before and Nancy was sure it was nearly ready to shoot.
She was right. With a feverish motion, Jack fucked in one last time. The his cock sputtered and began shooting long drawn out grasps of come that went far into Nancy's hole. Her ass was quickly lubricated by the male explosion and she felt the cock slipping back and forth in its own grease. Nancy roared to yet another climax as the man's fingers and his prick together brought her off.
The combination of forces at work on her sensitive places made Nancy jump with the jerking cream that spilled into her ass-hole. Every splash of cream seemed to make her body shake all the more as she gritted her teeth and surrendering to it.
Jack's breath came in short gasps as every ounce of energy ran through his cock straight into the tight hole. The couple moved forward in the damp earth, boring a path deeper into the grass as the continued to fuck on the move.
Finally the mutual orgasm ended and they stopped dead. Nancy gave out one last whimper and slumped to the ground, glad that her body had once more responded to the man's sexual demands.
Jack pulled back and freed his dripping tool. He shook a few drops onto the tired girl and lay down next to her. Then he slipped an arm over her slim figure. He was being gentle with her now relaxing the way true lovers do in the afterglow of sex.
Nancy sensed his mood as one of calm and quiet. She barely moved as his hands climbed over her waist and up to cup her nipples and press into her tits. Nancy felt the tips against the palms of his hands and let her weighty globes sink into them.
As they lay close together, snuggling tightly, Nancy thought about the party and what she had been able to gather about Jack's line of business. Although she still had nothing definite to go on, she was more than ever convinced that he had something to do with the government. Perhaps now, when they had seemed to be so close in spirit as well as body, would be a good time for her to ask again.
She rolled over in his arms and faced him. Her face was bright and striking from their recent exertion.
"Jack ... I ... oh well ... never mind."
She stopped short, unsure as to whether she should continue. She'd been warned to stay away from the subject. "What is it?"
Jack stroked his hands over her head, fingering the long hair that hung down onto her bare shoulders and arms.
"Well ... I know you told me not to ask about your business ... but tonight I overheard some men talking and ... oh I guess it's really nothing ... "
She tapered off once more.
"Well ... go on. If I can answer your questions, I'll be glad to. Go on."
He smiled at her, promising with his eyes to deliver the important words.
But Nancy didn't trust those eyes. Too often before he had told her specifically about not trying to understand his business dealings. Too often he had told her that it was simply none of her business and that she would be much better off not knowing anything. That way she couldn't tell anyone what was going on.
But now she had to say something, so it might as well be the truth.
"It's just that I heard these men talking about how they pass on information and stuff like that. And it all sounds just like what the spy is supposed to do."
She stopped, watching carefully for a reaction.
Jack stared hard at her. She had hit the nail on the head and he thought fast, trying to figure the best way to cover his tracks.
"Well, dear. You shouldn't believe everything you hear. Chances are that those men were high, like most of the people back there. And they were probably exaggerating a bit to impress you.'"
Jack paused, glad that he had not admitted anything yet.
"I don't know. It's just that you're always so quiet about what you do ... never telling me anything, and telling me to keep my nose out of it. Oh, I guess it isn't my business, but after all I am living with you, and sleeping with you. It seems like we only fuck, and I never get to talk about anything that worries you, or makes you happy. That way, you still treat me like a child."
She had talked much more than she had dared to. Now she had made her play, trying to find a way to become more a part of his life. It had been so hard just being a small part of the whole secret world, an accessory that was called on to act only when everything else was finished.'
Jack was quiet, just staring into Nancy's face. She tried to read the emotions there, a little afraid that they would spell trouble for her, but he was careful not to show any.
Jack, for his part understood what the girl was saying. Yet he knew that he could never reveal his entire past and present mode of living to her. He had been sworn to secrecy and was pledged to abide by that oath. To break it could bring his own death. That was something he had managed to avoid all these years and he was not about to begin the downhill slump just because a girl had some wacky ideas about getting to know his every mood.
"Look, Nancy. I see how you care about me. I thank you for your concern. I also see how worried you might be. On that count please have no fear. I am well protected."
"But I'm scared."
"There are things that I simply cannot tell you. I repeat ... cannot. Even if I wanted to. It isn't that what I'm doing is so bad ... it isn't. Many of the people at that party back there do what I do. Yet they are sworn to secrecy just as I am. For any of us to tell our business, even what may appear to be insignificant, would mean our end."
"So you'll have to take me on faith. That's all I can hold out to you. You'll have to take the moods that come your way and deal with them, without knowing the reasons behind them. That's all I can say. That will end this discussion.
"Let's go back to the hotel. Tomorrow we go home, and there we'll relax a bit. Maybe a special treat for you."
They picked themselves up just as the moonlight again filtered down through the night sky, lighting a pathway back towards the distant house. Nancy asked no more.
She was silent on the way back, knowing that she had tried and that Jack alid said all he was going to say. She was stymied and had to accept it at that. If Jack said it would mean trouble for him to talk about his business, then she would believe him. Yet at the same time, his words had convinced her all the more that he might be in the spy business. Nancy wasn't sure she liked that. It would require more thought on her part at a later time. Right now she was tired and just wanted to sleep.
Back in New York, after the sodas, Jack and Nancy returned to the plush apartment. Although it was still daylight, Nancy immediately went to bed and slept soundly, making up all the energy she felt she had expended getting sick.
Jack found himself unable to sleep, and paced the floor for about two hours. Then he decided to check on things to see how business was doing. He slipped out of the apartment, telling his housekeeper that he would return in a few hours.
Jack was too careful to check in with his agents from his home phone. He always used pay phones and a different one every time. This was accepted procedure, and he felt completely at ease when he began dialing his contacts, inquiring about their various activities.
Lately, he had been trying to break up a drug ring. Jack cared about the horrible stories attributed to drugs. Lately things had been looking better than ever. They were getting the inside line.
He checked with his men and they all reported an upswing in information. The only disturbing thing that they had to say concerned with continuing growth of the number of pushers.
Having checked with all his important people, Jack hung up the phone and walked through the city streets. Maybe he really had to bring back a touch of the good old days to show who the law was. Maybe some old-style strong-arm tactics would stop what threatened to get out of control. He scratched his chin and as he shuffled along the sidewalk, he paused now and then to check out the fashionable windows.
It seemed like a good idea. Maybe he would set up a few people for convictions and get things back in order. The word was sure to pass quickly through the amateur circles. Jack decided that it was the only way to begin to handle the problem.
He strolled casually back to the apartment and rode the elevator up to his suite. Once inside he checked his sleeping girl and then retired to his own room, glad he had made a decision to act. For too long he had been worried about the small time operators. They were even beginning to wholesale and set up entire smuggling operations that worked as smoothly as did the big ones. It was time to end all that.
He dozed, thinking about how relaxed he was now that he had decided to act. He always felt good when he had made a similar decision. No matter what the consequences, it was better to act than simply sit back and watch.
That would be best, and he knew that if business went down, he would be picked up by some other government agency. That was good because he wasn't yet ready to retire, and was determined to stamp out as many problems as he could.
The morning meeting would also give him a good chance to estimate the level of work in his own ranks.
It had been some months since all the important agents were gathered together, and he would watch carefully to see the progress. It would be an interesting show.
He fell off to sleep, and began to snore heavily, his mouth hanging open and his breath escaping in big noises.
In his dreams, Jack saw himself facing down an enemy agent, and he showed his tough side by disarming his antagonist with his bare fists and then killing him.
Blood poured out and reddened his dream. The color was vivid, and dark in its vibrant tone. It was a dream that Jack had often had. As always the rival was faceless-just someone he had to be rid of for his government's security. And as always, as soon as some man was done in another seemed to slink out of the shadows to take his place.
The rest of the night he slept comfortably, resting for the meeting when he would need all his energies and awareness to Search for the possible shortcomings of his little group.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tod received a call from his dealer later, telling him that a meeting had been arranged with some people to discuss the possibilities of his supplying some drugs. He explained carefully that all he was interested in was hash and marijuana, not big business and certainly not with the establishment.
His contact told him to take it up at the meeting, but at the same time not to expect any special favors. He didn't.
He told Mary about the arrangements and she expressed some worries. What if he was getting involved with the wrong kinds of people? It was one thing to deal on the street, and get supplies from friends, but when he became involved with a whole set-up, wouldn't that mean trouble?
He really didn't know exactly what he was getting into, but he promised to keep his eyes open and his mouth shut until he was sure it was the right thing to do. He sure didn't ever want to become part of the underground. All he wanted was to increase the volume of business that he handled. What was so difficult about that?
The night before the meeting, he had a small party at Mary's place. By the time everyone was there, the place was packed. There must have been at least fifteen couples, sprawled in various places, listening to music or dancing tightly on the floor. Others simply spread themselves over whatever furniture was available and began to screw.
Tod glanced around and caught a couple slipping into the back room, dropping their clothes behind them as they went. By the time they were almost out of sight, two bare asses shone in the shadows.
It was a glorious party, and Mary acted like the perfect hostess. Her bare pants outfit was the hit of the evening, and she waltzed about making sure that everyone was happy. The hash pipe was constantly filled and the entire place was filled with a mixture of heavy pot smoke and the lighter tobacco smells that wafted up from cigarettes. He had to cough away the thick smoke and worked his way to the back room, wanting to open a window and clear the air.
As Tod entered the room, he stumbled over the naked couple he had seen previously. There they were, occupying the bed, their arms and legs entwined in a classic lovers' pose. Tod paused above them, watching the thrusting grunting motions they made, and then he opened the window, letting a cold breeze in.
"Hey, that's cold."
It was the girl, a young pretty thing, who wiped away a wisp of blonde hair from her face and squinted at him in the dim light.
"Sorry, but the smoke's killing us in there. I'll close it again in a minute or so. Don't let me bother you."
He leered down at her tiny tits, watching them strike erect positions on her thin chest. She was small and delicately built. Her face was angular, like one of the worn out model types that graced so many magazines and TV screens.
"Say, Tod, come on in, the action's great."
This time it was the man, and the invitation sounded too good to be true.
Tod glanced down again, trying to figure out just who it was that would invite him to share his lay. Mark Ryan sat up, his enormous frame making itself obvious on the bed.
"Sure. Why not."
Tod was never one to turn down a good thing, especially when the price was right. He stood straight and tall, trying to get his size near that of Mark, but it was impossible. The combination of the giant male and the tiny female made Tod almost laugh, as he came closer to the bed. They moved apart and he shifted into place, his bare skin touching human flesh both front and back.
They were all snuggling under the open window, the breeze raising goose bumps along their backs, and he knew what the chick had meant when she said it was chilly. Tod reach up and slammed the window shut.
"Fuck the smoke ... it's freezing."
The girl moved up next to Tod and from behind his pot-clouded mind, he knew he had made a fortunate move in coming into the room. Tod didn't even care if Mary spotted him. He had never made any claims on her, and all the time they had lived together, neither of them had ever assumed that they were anything other than physical lovers. He held no ties to her, and expected the same treatment.
Mark exploded unexpectedly with laughter. His cackling motions shook them all, and Tod paused just on the verge of kissing the pretty blonde.
"Say man, let's figure out an interesting combination. OK with you love?"
He motioned towards the girl and she nodded her head in agreement. She was as stoned as the rest of them, and he saw her dilated pupils seemingly expand even more as Mark knelt about them, his bear-like figure almost taking up the entire bed.
He leaned over Tod, his strong arms grazing his chest, as he lifted the slim figure. Then she was between them, and Tod had to turn to get close again. His cock was growing by leaps and bounds and he felt it stiffen as he lodged it tight against her ass cheeks.
She was almost all skin and bones, unlike most chicks that Tod had fucked. Her skinny figure was all angles and sharpness. He tried to get comfortable behind her, but all there was of her got in his way.
"Hold on Mark. I'm very uncomfortable. This won't work."
Tod's doped mind spun for an answer to the sexual dilemma. He had to please everybody without creating a jealousy that could blow the whole deal.
Tod had never before tried a multiple fuck, and even though he might have preferred to have two women involved instead of two men, he was happy for the chance to explore this new erotic stuff. He was sure it would be exhilarating.
"Listen, honey. Can you take us both at once? I mean, we don't want to hurt you, do we Mark? You are quite small. So here's my idea.
"Lay back and you can use that pretty mouth on me. Then Mark can do a job from behind and everyone will get their fill."
He chuckled at his own obscure joke and lay flat on his back, letting his proud tool wave in the air.
The girl didn't say a word, but everything he had to know showed clearly in her eyes. In a flash she was on him, her mouth sucking at his joint, her hand cupping his balls, massing them and trying to stuff them into her mouth.
She stuck her skinny ass into the air as she jerked over his joint. Tod felt her slowly revolving around his cock, while her ass jiggled invitingly in front of Mark. The bed shook as the big man climbed to his hands and knees. His cock was enormous. Tod watched him from the corner of his eye, amazed at the prodigious length and width of the tool.
He snuggled up close to the sucking female and tickled her back and ass with his protruding tongue. Tod thought he was going to slit her ass apart and mangle her insides with that long hose. Instead, he reached under her spread legs and worked his fingers in her blonde cunt hairs. Then he slipped a working finger into her pussy and twirled it about like a drill.
The girl moaned from the full mouth and Tod thought for a moment that she was going to be forced to spit out his prick. But she held on and continued sucking on it while Mark warmed her cunt.
Tod felt the delicate fingers climbing back and forth on his cock and he closed his eyes, letting the drug and the sex work together. They produced an incredible mixture of richness that filled his every pore. He couldn't contain it all in his brain and it spilled over into his nerves. Tod felt like a prince, being waited on by his slave, having his balls and cock washed by mouth, and then getting an exquisite blow-job by a series of hard-sucking.
Tod opened his eyes again and was glad to see Mark had exchanged his finger for his long hard prick. He had shoved his mammoth rod deep into the female opening, and was busy screwing it around in the slimy juices while he he was glad to be a part of it all.
Then, suddenly, he spotted a figure in the doorway, staring at them. It moved closer and he made out Mary's silhouette, clearly in the dark room.
Tod was momentarily worried that she would interrupt the actions, but she leaned close to his face and held up a finger to her smiling lips. Then she undressed rapidly, her clothing falling silently on the floor.
In another moment she was straddling Tod's face, lowering herself over his mouth, her sweet smelling cunt, coming closer and closer to his face. She had blocked out his view of the sexual proceedings, but it didn't matter. All that counted now was to work his tongue far into that inviting trap and get Mary heavily involved in the multiple act.
She shimmied herself down, until her pubic hairs brushed his nose and then he was able to send his tongue into her wide open twat. She leaned back, giving him a good shot at her cunt, and he was joined to two women at once.
No one stopped anything, while the group expanded, and Mark and the blowing chick seemed unaware of Mary's presence. They simply kept up what they had been doing. The only difference was that they were working faster and harder, turning on the steam to get their sexual kicks.
Now the scene was set. Mark was at the tail end, his long tool handed far into the girl's cunt, while she sucked heartily on Tod's cock and he tongued Mary's damp spot. It was glorious. In all his dreams he had never really expected to find himself surrounded by so much moving softness, so much quivering female flesh.
His hands roamed at will. First they came up and stroked the girl's back, and then they flitted to Mary's two large jugs, fingering her nipples and feeling the fat tips expanding as he pressed them.
His cock was getting a work out. The tip was far down the girl's throat and he couldn't understand how she could keep from gagging.
But she managed OK. She worked it back and forth in her moving jaws and Tod began working his hips in counterpoint, thrusting and withdrawing so as to feel the goodness cover every inch of his prick as it moved around in her mouth.
Tod's prick was big and hard and the softness of the working mouth soothed the bulging joint. It was warm and wet inside her mouth, and he wanted nothing more than to stay there until the world ended, just feeling her was doing a masterful job on him. He was getting closer to the time to come and although it would be wonderful to explode like shooting stars into her jaws, but he wanted to prolong the erotic agony until Mary was ready, and until Mark made his own passionate move. Maybe they could somehow all come together in a giant whooping release of sexual spunk.
Tod could feel Mark's thrust working inside the girl, and every firm movement he made, pushed the sucking girl to climb up higher on his body. Then when Mark relaxed, she would slide back down a bit, making sure that the cock was still firmly in place.
Mary was moving fast now, her hands running along Tod's face, as her hips pumped open and shut, making her cunt shake with the warmth of her filling lubrication. The sticky substance began to drip into his mouth and he swallowed load after load of the sweet tasting fluid. He ran his tongue along her inner walls, feeling them contract as he touched the tender spots. Then he worked the point of his tongue high up into her hidden fold of flesh, letting it wander inside the delicate place until it slapped against her clit. The hard knob of female flesh jiggled as he pressed his tongue into it. Mary shifted and nearly raised herself completely from position as the sensational feeling flooded her channel.
Mark grunted far down at the foot of the bed and jerked faster. His hands were slapping the girl's ass now, and she moaned in mock pain behind her nipping teeth. Those teeth were making a chattering motion along Tod's cock, trying to draw his sweet nectar from it. He wanted to help now. There was no reason to hold back. Fuck them all. If they couldn't come that was their problem, but he was ready.
Tod twisted his ankles tightly together, stiffening his legs, shoving all his attention down deep into his crotch, trying to make the prick that was deep in the girl's wet crevice sputter and shoot. She sensed his eagerness and began cupping his balls again, working her fingers delicately over the full balls and then down into his hair-covered ass-hole. Slim fingers delved between his cheeks and he felt a digit trying to get inside his shit hole.
Everything was whirling faster now. He was all sex-power, and stabbed into Mary's cunt with his tongue while she spun on his face. She was making his nose fill her cavity as well, and he couldn't resist snuffing it a few times. Then he gasped for breath and pulled it free. But his tongue was still more than active.
Mark let go with a loud groan and that signalled the beginning of the end for his pent-up cream. He shook his large body and slowly drew his cock back before slamming it deeper than ever. The girl winced from the attack and steadied herself for the upcoming climax.
Tod felt everyone stiffen at once. It was really weird. They were all somehow together. He could read everyone's thoughts and they all spelled 'come.' It was time. Tod shuddered as his cock began waving furiously in the steaming mouth. His tongue reached far into the hot cunt and Mary stood still before resuming her revolving motions. She too was on the verge. Mark was stroking frantically, calling out a series of curses to let everyone know.
They were joined somehow in spirit as well as body. They were all meshed into the wildest fucking union imaginable. There wasn't one part missing, as they shifted gears and progressed to the highest level of all. They came.
The universal fuck flowed out to drench all sexes together. Tod was mindless with the feeling. It was as though he had somehow gone beyond the experience. Most likely it was the drug, but it didn't matter. His body really felt the timeless moment he hung on to while coming.
Then it ended. Slowly they all wound down to a soft whimpering kind of love. One that allowed them all to savor the full delights of each other's fine human flesh. Fingers were free to caress as they wished. Somehow all their bodies were strictly for sharing. Nothing mattered except to give-and through giving, to receive.
Looking back to that night Tod felt sure it was his last day of innocence. Althoughhe would never had considered himself naive, he knew nothing of the intricate pattern that would in some small way become evident the following day. On and on he went with the passionate play, heedless of anything except his own lust.
Tod's face became freed from Mary's dripping pussy and he lifted himself from his reclining position. Slowly he helped the silent girl from her still slurping stance at his sensitive prick. And Mark climbed down from his pile-driving place.
After that, the rest of the party was a drag. Anything else would have been a downer. When the party finally ended, about two in the morning, and Mary led him wearily to their stained bed, he was glad to think about sleep. But gaining the physical state was easier in his mind than in his body. He lay on his back, thinking in a steady stream.
Mary was next to him, and although he was very aware of her soft figure, he wasn't interested in fucking. Not really. Although he knew that if she turned to him and began playing with his cock, he'd respond automatically. That too would be nice. But there was something more that he had do that night. Tomorrow might be too late.
Tod didn't know why then, but he felt a premonition about the meeting scheduled for the next day. It could be very important to his future lifestyle. He knew that and knew that it might force him somehow to come to some basic decisions about how he was living. He was determined to do the best thing possible, even if it might be dangerous.
Then he remembered that he couldn't always know what really was the best thing to do. His instincts had to show him. That was the key. It was something that he had decided one night a long time ago, and it was shortly thereafter that the had split from home. Maybe that's what the thoughts were trying to show him-that he would soon be moving again.
He was watching Mary and knowing that she wasn't asleep either. He guessed that she was lying there thinking about him, and about them as a partnership. He also guessed that he should say something to her.
It surprised him anyway when he began actually speaking to her.
"Mary, I'm wondering about tomorrow. Think it'll be all right?"
"What do you think?"
She threw the question back to Tod for resolution. Of course he was the one involved, so he would have to decide what to do.
"Oh, I guess I'll be able to handle myself ... But will it be the right thing to do? I mean ... get hooked up with a whole organized thing?"
"Well, Tod, you know your contact. I've never even met him. You really are the only one who can know anything about it. It probably won't be like dealing with small time. But that may not be bad."
Mary philosophized on the subject and turned to face him.
"I know. I guess it'll be cool. As long as I stick to what I want. If I can do it with them, O.K. If not ... well, I'll get by. I always have."
Mary rolled next to him and gently kissed his cheek. It was a very tender moment, and with a little mushy music, he would probably float away. He couldn't, though. Just like he couldn't decide what tomorrow would bring.
The future looked pretty unclear, and he thought that even insight wouldn't help explain what was to come. Mary was a bug on the occult, like so many chicks. It wasn't that she necessarily believed any of the supernatural things in the world were necessarily explained in any of the books she would read on the subject. But there at least the attempt was made.
"You can always go away. You really can Tod."
Mary was close to tears herself. Tod watched her face closely, his eyes piercing hers in the closeness of their dark space.
"I know, love ... I know."
That was one thing he had never doubted. He had trusted his instincts on that score, so if he could only believe his feelings when he was in the meeting the next day, he knew he would be all right.
It was all very logical, but still a knot of uncertainty lodged in his gut. He could just walk out if he was dissatisfied, couldn't he? What was the difference how you made your money? All property was theft anyhow.
That settled it in his mind, and he knew that if he could get the business set-up he wanted, he'd be in for it. The only thing that worried him then was whether he could get out once he was in. Only time would tell for sure.
Tod wanted to change the subject. He was tired of thinking about the unknown, and trying to make decisions before all the data was in. He'd simply have to wait until the meeting to see what would happen. It was strange that as soon as he attempted to begin thinking about a different subject, his head turned back to the upcoming session.
Tod tried again with more success.
"What did you really think of that orgy thing, tonight? Did you like it?"
He smiled as wickedly as he could manage.
"Yes ... didn't you: You seemed to enjoy yourself enough."
She returned his smile with a cocky look of her own. Tod had hit a nice subject and knew it. Mary could never resist making love, and if he wanted, they could soon begin again. But, still he wasn't sure that he really wanted to blot out his mind.
Oh, he had pretty much resolved to at least go to the meeting the next day to see what was possible. But beyond that, the question of his whole worldly existence hung in the balance. It was what he had actually left home in search of, and now after so many months of avoiding the old question, it was back in front of him. Would he find the right way?
Tod knew that he didn't want to go 'straight.' That was for certain. At least if it meant following a dull routine of office work, or getting invovled in things that were hopeless to effect. If he could at least get himself straightened out, then he knew he'd be able to make a small dent in the world's problems. At least he'd be on his way to being part of the solution.
His thoughts were somewhat jumbled, but still the overall message they gave was one that bordered on being downright practical. It seemed to come back to ethics, too. All the old virtues that are so often talked about, and so rarely put into practice began to flash across his mind as examples of the way to live. It would be wonderful to have all that, he thought. But how?
Once the 'what' of life had been answered he had to deal with the 'how.' How to commit the correct action to affect the desired change? Should he leave the city and go sit on a mountain top? Would that life-style of simple means suit him? Or would he be bored after a while? like so many other things seemed to be.
As far as he could remember he had easily become bored. Tod demanded constant change, and sought to actively bring it about. But what should the next change be? He knew that according to most deep schools of thought, and to the higher precepts of science as well, change was eternal. It was the only thing that was. But the underground?
Maybe he should simply keep up his present pattern of living, and be happy with the comforts he had. Tod knew that he had to be careful of the material goods he let accumulate. They could tempt him and trap him too. At least he wasn't totally without humility.
But wasn't the new change that he was about to confront a logical outgrowth of the present path he was following? As soon as he asked the question, he knew that the answer was no. Tod could choose not to go to the meeting. Or to stop dealing altogether.
The morbid thought put a sudden end to his rambling mind. He wanted to come back, all the way back to positive actions to enhance his life.
Maybe Mary and he should begin to do different things. About all they did when he wasn't dealing, was to smoke dope and fuck. Maybe they were rapidly becoming stale, and needed a new outlook. Should he go back to school? Absolutely not. Maybe they should travel. That had always appealed to him.
But something tugged at his mind, telling him that he could accomplish whatever spiritual goals he had in mind right where he was. All he had to do was apply himself, and commit the correct actions.
That brought it back to 'how,' once more. Mary looked at him. He rolled onto his back and then, in another attempt to get comfortable, settled his pillow down towards his shoulders, and closed his eyes. Maybe sleep would stop all his wondering and put him out of commission until the time came to act.
But his mind wasn't tired yet. It was a common phenomenon when he had smoked some pot too close to bedtime. Tod was simply too alert to shut his mind off. He rolled onto his stomach, clasping his hands under the pillow, drawing it beneath his body like a lover. Nothing was right.
Tod had always had some trouble sleeping, and usually it was about twenty minutes after hitting the bed before he could actually fall off. That night he turned from side to side for at least a half an hour, before Mary finally put a hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him.
"Slow down. Tod. Just try those breathing exercises. Slowly in ... slowly out."
Tod tried the deep breath, but that wasn't enough. Some day maybe he'd learn not to smoke before bed. But maybe it wasn't just the smoke that was bothering him. Perhaps he really had to go clear through to the end of the trail, figuring out what life-style was meaningful.
About the only thing he knew for sure was that it wasn't the money that attracted him to continue dealing. The best part about selling dope was that it took so little time to raise money. That left "all the rest of the day free, so he could do whatever he wanted. Not that he had any important plans just then. Just that he might decide to become creative and need all his time to cope with whatever project he hit upon.
"I'll be calm soon. It's just that ... well, I'm not really sure if I can talk about it exactly. But I do know that my head needs some more straightening. Only now I'm pretty sure I can get to my goal without jumping from place to place."
Tod was sorting his thoughts by talking to Mary. Maybe that would help.
"I know, Tod. I decided some time ago to stop searching for the right 'place.' Anyplace I am is right. I've figured that out finally, it's a good feeling to know that."
Mary was smoothing her hands over his back, softly rubbing away the tension that lodged between his shoulders.
"Still, Mary, I have some important things to decide. I guess the most important one is the right kind of action to take."
He was still confused about what to do. Would it never be straight?
"That's certainly the most difficult part. All we can do is live moment by moment."
Mary rubbed lower reaching the small of his naked back, and her hands felt smoothing and comforting.
"Intellectually I know all that. I do know that I can never really count on figuring out the absolutely best thing to do. All I can hope for is to be able to choose the best road when faced with whatever series of choices pop up at the appropriate time. I should leave it at that, and be satisfied with my logical thoughts."
Tod stopped and lay still, feeling the feminine fingers move still lower. They began to tease the slit of his ass, and he felt his groin stirring in spite of his best intentions to keep away from sex for a while.
"Does that make sense at all?"
"Yes, darling."
Mary's lingers trailed down into his crack, sending shivers along the back of his legs, forcing the hairs to stand up prickly and stiff. He shifted his weight.
His body turned towards Mary, forcing her hands away from his rear. She allowed them to fall slowly across his stomach, stopping when they nestled gently in his pubic hairs. The fingers tickled him and he laughed. That laughter spun through his brain, driving all his vague worries out. When Mary began to play like that, all he could concentrate on was her roaming fingers and the rich feelings that followed.
Her hands touched his cock. It was still coated with some flaking remains of the group fuck, and he felt her peel the stickiness from the head of his stiffening rod. There was something so sweet about the way she cared for his weapon. She rubbed it gently between her two hands, trying to rub some life back into it.
Tod knew that if they fucked, he would have absolutely no trouble sleeping. Just the mere physical exertion would make his body try for rest. That would be good. His mind would have to follow if the need for rest was strong enough.
Tod clasped his hands over Mary's, feeling her fingers grip his hardening meat. She worked hard and he released his hold, not wanting to interfere in the least. He listened to her light breathing, catching the rhythm and letting it take over. It was soft and delicate, like her hands.
Now he scrunched even closer to her. Mary lifted her leg and he slid his half-erect prick into the soft fleshy spot. She lowered her leg and trapped his rising hard-on. Then she pumped back and forth, making his prick rise higher with each tug. It was in the softest part of the body and he loved the feeling that flowed from her thighs.
Tod reached out for her tits and touched just the farthest jutting portion of her nipples. They were ripe and, simply waiting to be pressed. He made his move and felt the breasts jiggle behind the fat nipples. Mary moved closer and her tits brushed his hard chest. She moved faster, letting the outstretched tips scrape against his hairy front, letting the male-female contact drive feelings into both of them.
There was something so indescribably wonderful about the feeling that was produced by male-female friction. He was. hard put to define it, but her simply settled fully into the sex act, determined to enjoy the mounting passion.
Mary was writhing now as her own actions had produced the first drippings of lubrication into her tight snatch. Tod was constantly amazed by the tightness of her hole, and every time he plunged into those soft lips, he felt her snatch cling to his rod.
Mary rolled onto her back, releasing his prick to spring hard and full into the air. The covers were back, and they were naked together in the dark room. There was just enough light to make out the outline of her lush body, and he knew that she in turn would be able to make out his pulsing prick as he slid over next to her. He was on his back, waiting patiently for her to make another move.
Tod loved to he back, letting the woman work on his cock, feeling like she would want to break it off and stick it hard into her opening. He wanted Mary to mouth his prick, to wet it good and then to demand fast action at her cunt. Yes, he wanted nothing more that night except a quick fuck that would scale the heights of lust and exhaust him.
Mary knew what was needed and she leaned over him, letting her tongue work down his chest, lapping softly at first and then becoming more insistent as she neared his balls and cock. Her tongue and lips sucked and pulled on his flesh, making small wet circles as she approached the hard meat. Tod shunted up, not able to stand the teasing much longer. He clasped his hands around her head and directed her hungry mouth to his waiting rod. She gobbled the stiff meat and began an incredible lapping.
Mary worked on his balls with her dainty hands, trying to massage them while her mouth made wet love to his joint. He moved up into her jaws. His ass bounced on the bed and his hands searched for her hole.
It found the wet spot without difficulty, and two fingers slid in. The damp slit accepted his happy probing, and Mary set herself to move above them like a winding spring. He felt her squirming cunt against his hand, and the palm of his hand pressed tight against her flesh-covered clit.
Mary jumped as he massaged that sensitive spot. Her tender body shook as her inner juices piled up behind her groin. He wanted to unleash her full passionate fury, to feel it drench his fingers and then to dive headlong into that pit of lust and suck each dripping bit into his mouth. The whole idea of drinking Mary's come was to fill himself from her dripping hole. It made his cock feel even bigger inside those working, active lips.
He didn't want to wait. He moved quickly, thrusting her body back and climbing over her. His cock worked free from her mouth and she came after him, wanting it back, needing its thickness to satisfy her carnal hunger.
Tod settled down on her outstretched form, his legs spread wide, and his cock dangling so she could easily get it back into her gaping mouth. His head was buried in her cunt, his tongue already fast attacking the stiff clit that hid behind her soft sheath of flesh.
Tod fucked her face, wanting nothing but the joy of shooting into her open jaws, and of hearing her gulp down his juice. She pumped back at him, her cunt twitching madly, demanding instant attention. It was easy to give.
He slipped a finger in the hole alongside his tongue and wiggled in deep. He shifted it from side to side, testing the inner space, trying to stretch the slippery hole until he could manage to put his hand up into that hollow space. He knew it couldn't be done, but he tried anyway, and Mary helped. She spread herself for his pleasure, her legs angled out at the knees.
Tod dove at her cunt again, giving her all his oral attentions. His lips sucked at the outer rim and then slapped against her thighs, making small red marks up and down along there. It was just what he needed. He loved the smell, the taste, the feel of her, and she seemed just as happy with him.
Her lips accepted his cock as if it were a tasty treat that she sucked. Unlike candy, however, he swelled instead of dissolving as she licked the sweetness.
He wanted to be too' big for her, to force her to the point of gagging with the hunk of meat, before it shot like a hot geyser. Then he would come in torrents over her lips, letting the stuff dribble down her chin and neck.
Mary sucked and pulled faster and faster. Tod was delirious with the expectation. His passion was riding high and he stiffened. Her cunt rose to close in on his tongue and as he slurped harder and harder his cock exploded. The sea of lust drowned her face, and she fought to swallow all the wetness. It was smooth ... so smooth.
He was lost to the tumbling sex that filled his veins. Every motion brought another crash of come. And his cream was matched by the outpourings that filled her wet tunnel.
Mary twisted around her twitching cunt filling with the heated liquid. He ate as if it were to be his last meal. His greedy lips sucked in the sweet honey, and he drank his fill. All the while, his prick pounded faster into her open jaws, feeding her demanding mouth. The both completed their climaxes together and fell back exhausted. Finally, Tod was able to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
When Jack awoke the next day, it was not even six A.M. He liked getting up early when there was work to do. It set an efficient tone for his day, which he liked to instill in his men. If he didn't get a very early start, he found himself with too many things to do and not enough time in which to do them.
He was up before anyone else. Slipping from his bed, Jack walked around the bedroom, deciding what to wear. The meeting was scheduled for early that morning, and he knew that every detail had to be right. He had to maintain complete order in the gathering-an order that he controlled. The new boys would be in the very same room, after all.
The boys were to gather at his apartment and Jack wondered about letting Nancy remain during the meeting. After all, she was a child, and strictly extra-curricular. It was unwise to do so, but he didn't want to simply order her to get out.
There must be a way to send her on an errand, or out shopping. Maybe he would give her a few charge plates and release her for the shopping spree she had talked about the week past.
He had time before she was awake to figure it all out. She'd obey, he had no doubts about that. She had better!
Jack chose a conservative suit from his large wardrobe. He knew that the meeting should be all business, with a strict agenda of things to cover. All that was needed was a quick report on the status of each person, and then he'd be able to get into the subject of the possible new agent. And of converting more of the traffic to heroin.
Dressing in front of a full-length mirror, Jack smoothed his expensive shirt down into his tailored pants. Then he let his hands go beyond, until they covered his limp prick. He gave a few quick tugs and let go. There was no time this morning to get involved with that wonderful toy. He'd make up for it later that afternoon.
Closing his pants, he lifted his head to check out his appearance. His hard belly looked good in the tight pants, so did his prick.
Then he put on a muted tie, knotting it in the latest style and letting the wide end hang just over the top of his waist. It looked nice. The beautiful colonial jacket topped the entire outfit, and Jack knew that he looked the part of a successful banker or stock-broker.
It was just the image he always liked to convey when dealing with his men and the world. All success, and all business. There was no fooling around when it came to their duties.
Once he felt completely dressed, he left the bedroom. Since the housekeeper was still not awake, Jack decided to fix his own breakfast. As much as he enjoyed eating, he had never liked breakfast, and making a decision on what foods to eat first thing in the morning always had been a chore. He paced the kitchen back and forth, looking in cabinets and checking the refrigerator from time to time, searching for something that might appeal to him.
Disgusted by the prospect of eating, Jack slammed the refrigerator shut and decided to have coffee as a start. Maybe after a hot cup of black coffee, he would feel ready to face breakfast goods.
The coffee machine was ready in a moment, and he filled his cup. That was another thing he disliked-waiting for coffee to percolate. It would never make it alongside the deeper, brewed stuff. But in a pinch, or when Jack felt unnerved by the whole breakfast process, it would surely do.
He stirred the black liquid. Then he let the coffee sit, black and steaming, until it was cool enough to drink. Bitter it was, and Jack made a wry face as he forced the liquid into his gullet.
"Where the hell is Trudy?"
He yelled the servant's name twice, and then stopped, waiting for the rustling to begin in the small room that served as her bedroom.
The servant appeared, bleary-eyed, in her robe. By that time, Jack's temper was boiling over and he angrily demanded a good breakfast.
"Make it different, too. Something like pancakes or crepes. I can't stand breakfast."
The servant hopped about, getting a quick pancake recipe started, hoping to please her grumpy boss. She moved silently, her small head bobbing over the counter as she managed to whip up a batter
Jack sat watching the scurrying servant. He felt powerful. He loved watching people doing his bidding. Nothing pleased him more than making someone wait on him hand and foot. That was why he had a servant. And a mistress. That way, whenever he didn't want to do some unpleasant task, he could delegate it to a hired hand. If they refused, they could always be fired. Part of his powerful image, he supposed.
There had been a few times in the past few years when he felt obligated to do away with someone. Usually it was a person who had sold the government out, or who was attempting to defect with secrets. There had been one time when it happened with his former mistress. That had been quickly taken care of, and both the woman and the male spy killed.
Jack smiled secretly as he thought back to the look of anguish and surprise that had crossed his mistress' face when he had told her of her imminent death. She had screamed just once. Then she had attacked the man, pummeling him with her tiny fists. He had slapped her hard, watching her eyes roll as she realized that it was true and it was all going to happen just as he had said.
It wasn't long after that when Jack's men had dragged her away. He had been glad to see her go, glad that she was about to pay for being a traitor. No one made a fool of the U.S. A.
He had arranged a fitting end. The woman was destined to meet her foreign lover in a pre-arranged hideout, where the men bound and gagged them in their chairs. Then they were ordered to undress.
The naked figures huddled together in a corner, shaking with fear. Jack's men talked to them, guns drawn, threatening to shoot them for one false move. Under the terrible stress of the approaching death, the woman broke down and whimpered for mercy.
She promised to tell all. She was told to shut up, and when she continued her crying, her face was slapped again and again. Her lover watched helplessly, knowing that to interfere would merely hasten his own end. But they were prepared.
Finally the couple kissed, softly at first and then in a strange sort of way. The man allowed them those last few moments. Even agents could be romantic.
The kiss was completed, the sentence carried out even while the couple was busy spending the last few seconds in a tight embrace.
Two quick silenced blasts ripped through them, and the bodies slumped to the floor, dead.
Now Jack remembered the entire incident, and hoped that it would never bear repeating. As long as Nancy kept her place and served only his needs, then she was safe.
The less she knew, the less-likely that she could betray anything. He had told that to her, and although he had never outlined the details of the shooting, he had left Nancy suitably impressed with the importance of her fidelity. And so far she had proven her trust.
When breakfast was ready, Jack fell to it ravenously. Then he finished off his dark coffee. His stomach was full and his anger had subsided.
"Thank you, Trudy. Now I can function."
The servant nodded politely and turned to begin cleaning up the kitchen. Jack stood and wiped his chin. He wanted another cup of coffee. This time, however, he wanted the real thing. There was still plenty of time before the meeting, so he ordered the servant to brew some percolated coffee, and he left the kitchen.
He wandered around the living room for a minute, deciding on where everyone should sit. He pulled a few chairs into a row, and put his usual seat at the front of it, with his back to a wall. Never paid to be careless, even in your own apartment.
When the seating arrangement was ready, he made a mental note of the agenda, once more going over the order that he wanted to make the meeting follow. He expected it to be short and sweet. Then he'd get a chance to talk with the new agent if he was acceptable.
Thinking of Nancy then, he turned towards her bedroom. He ambled towards it and forced the door open. She was sleeping soundlessly, her mouth shut and her eyes closed tight. Only her nostrils moved from her breathing, and Jack tiptoed close to the bed.
He stopped before he was on the bed, and looked down at the lovely girl, Nancy's soft hair flowed out around her pretty face, and Jack felt a strong urge to grind his mouth against her and wake her with a passionate kiss.
As he watched she turned over, exposing the top of a breast. A strand of hair caressed the soft skin and Jack felt an urge come over his body. He had a hard time keeping his hands away from that pretty thing fast asleep.
But the thought of the imminent meeting made him hesitate to start. It wouldn't do to get engaged in a fuck session and have his men arrive in the midst. It wouldn't do at all. Then they'd have a reason to laugh at him, and to joke during the meeting. All his control would be shattered. That would be no good.
He walked away from the bed and back into the living room. The city was coming alive and sounds of traffic rose up from the street. Jack glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly nine A.M. The meeting would start in a few hours. Perhaps he should wake Nancy and get her used to the fact that she had to stay out of the apartment until at least four.
He turned back to the bedroom and walked briskly to Nancy's bed. He knelt beside her, his hands just above her shoulder. Then as he called her name softly, he shook her arm.
"Nancy ... get up now ... come on up."
He let go as the child stirred. She turned his way and her eyes fluttered open. Then she turned away for a second. Her eyes seemed to shut as if she were making up her mind about something They opened once more-this time for good.
"Good morning."
She stretched and yawned, letting the blankets slip from her stirring form. Her body was naked beneath the sheets and Jack eyed her now mature tits and hips as they moved from her motions.
"Time to get up, dear. I've got a busy day, and you must help me."
Nancy stared up at him, wondering what she was going to have to do. She sat up, pulling the sheets up to her neck, keeping her sex covered. It was too early to fuck.
"I need the apartment empty until the afternoon. So you must go out ... go shopping or something."
He paused, giving her time to consider the order. Of course she had no choice.
Nancy knew that it was indeed an order, even though it had been spoken in gentle tones. She would have little choice but to obey, but maybe she could at least find out why she had to go.
"Someone coming here today?"
It was a simple question, and Nancy tried to look innocent as she asked it.
"Yes. A meeting. You'll have to be gone pretty soon. That gives you little time to eat and leave. I have money if you want to go shopping." . '
It was settled. She would have to go soon, but at least she was going to get money for it. That helped.
"I'll be right up. I just need a minute to stretch. Is there anything ready for breakfast? I'm starving."
Nancy stared up at the man, wide-eyed.
"Trudy fixed me crepes. I'm sure she can help you out. I'll tell her to get some going. You get dressed."
Jack took one last longing look at the covered curves and left the room.
As soon as she was alone, Nancy threw back the sheets and stretched. It was nice to wake up in her own bed again, and to feel secure in a city she understood and liked. It would be nice to go to mid-town and browse through the stores. Probably she would end up not spending most of the money, but rather placing it in a secret bank account that she had established the first week she had come to live there. By now the sum was nice, and Nancy felt secure every time she thought about the money waiting for her, in case she ever needed it.
Not that she planned on leaving this convenient set-up just yet. Not while it stayed good. But, one never knew. He might just decide to toss her out on her ear one day, and she wanted to be ready, in case.
She put her feet on the floor and left the bed. At her closet, she checked her clothing carefully, picking a sharp suit with a vest that would show her good taste as she wandered through the large department stores. It was always a good feeling to know she had dressed smartly and could buy just about anything she wanted.
She had decided against wearing a bra that day, wanting the silky material of the blouse to caress every part of her chest with complete freedom. She felt in need of that erotic stimulation.
Nancy knew that when she returned to the apartment, after lunch, she would undoubtedly be called on to help Jack finish his hot bath. The clothes would help her feel sexy and as she returned in the elevator, she could work herself into a frantic state that would please her master, just before she joined him.
She walked out into the kitchen having finished applying her makeup and having gone to the bathroom. She was ready for the world. Nancy got feeling good being home.
Nancy almost sang the words as she tripped into the kitchen. Trudy was busy at the stove and turned to greet her politely. Jack was sitting at the table, nursing his coffee.
He sat up straight as Nancy came close, smelling her light perfume and feasting his eyes on her figure. He wanted to take her then and there-to spread her out on the kitchen table and shove his cock between her sexy thighs. She looked good enough to eat as a second breakfast.
"Sit down, Nancy, or I just might rape you."
"Why is it you look so sexy today? Because you're going out? Going to meet someone?"
Jack was being tough, and more than a bit mean. He knew she had been loyal, but still couldn't help feeling that she look almost too good to go out free.
"It's just the suit. Do you like it?"
Nancy acted innocent again, ignoring the hidden accusation. She knew she had nothing to fear on that score.
"I like it too much ... that's what I mean."
Jack poured her a cup of coffee and passed it across the table. His cock was throbbing.
"Thank you."
Nancy drank the hot brew, looking at her man over the cup. The liquid warmed her insides and made her feel ready to brave the world outside. It was always hard to face New York for a teenager alone.
"If I'm going shopping, can I have some money? Unless you want me to use your charge accounts."
Nancy knew how Jack disliked her to use his charge-plates because she always charged so much. It was her own little way of making sure she got bread.
"I'll give you some cash. Here."
He stood up. Jack withdrew three fifty dollar bills from his wallet and handed them over.
"When should I be home?"
Nancy smiled super-sweetly, and stopped as soon as she saw Jack getting angry.
"Don't get smart. I'm in no mood to take any shit from you, or anyone else. Just be back soon, right at four. I'll be expecting you.
He walked behind her chair and bent to kiss the nape of her long neck. Then he pinched it.
Nancy was unhappy with him. She felt used, and bossed. It was distressing to feel his harsh way so early in the day. Why couldn't he be nice to me all the time? She wasn't a toy!!
Even though she fought against the occurrence, a rash of shivers ran along her neck, up behind her ears. She hunched her shoulders high against her head and turned away any further kisses. Then she stood, smoothing the suit over her body.
Jack stood back.
"Don't get into any trouble today."
Then he left the kitchen, leaving Nancy alone with Trudy. The girl sat back down and crossed her legs, shaking her foot in a fast rhythm. Now she was anxious to be away and into the exciting crowds that frequented the city. The kid in her was out again.
She wolfed down the food that Trudy had made, and as soon as she was finished, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and waved goodbye. In another instant. she was out the door and on her way.
Jack heard the door slam and checked the time. The meeting was scheduled to begin shortly. He paced the living room, rechecking everything to insure the proper seating. Then he drew out a piece of paper on which he jotted a few reminders. He was determined that things would go just the way he wanted.
The time passed quickly. Jack was still staring down from his terrace at the rushing traffic when the doorbell rang. Trudy, an agent herself, recognized the signal and buzzed to allow entrance.
The men came up in the elevator together and they entered the plush apartment. Jack greeted them warmly, slapping each man's back and ushering them into the living room.
He was glad that everyone had showed up, and on time. Jack knew he had nothing to worry about now.
Next to Sam, Ralph fiddled with his jacket. Ralph was also an old-timer but Jack felt less sure about which side he was on. He had been bought out a long time back by Jack's side; and Jack still thought that he could be bought back by the other country.
The next seat was occupied by a younger man. Dave Marrow stared at the floor anxious to give his report and get out to his mistress. He loved women, and although at times, Jack disliked his flashy ways, he thought the guy was doing a good job with some lady agents.
One more place brought Jack to Gerry. Jack checked him out carefully. Lately there had been rumors that Gerry was involved sexually with a male agent. It was hard to tell just by looking at his face, and Jack wished he had a chance to check the man's ass to know for sure.
The last chair brought the line to completion. Jack eyed Harry, the man in charge of new agents. And also in charge of getting rid of the bad ones. He was a good man to have on your side ... Jack wanted to make sure he stayed that way.
"Well, gentlemen, shall we get started?"
Jack looked at the group once over and glanced down at the paper in his hands.
"I want to hear short reports on current and future possibilities. Who'll start?"
He paused waiting for volunteers.
The men fidgeted as they thought over their reports. Finally one spoke up.
"I guess I'll do it. like I told you on the phone, boss, the only problem we got is the new kids getting involved with small-time agents. It's hard to keep track of all the amateurs bringing the information and dealing it to friends. But the pack's growing ... it's there. We just have to find the right way to tap it."
As he finished talking he smoothed his suit and look at the big man.
"I know all that. I know ... but what I need to know is how to get in with them. Can't your men get inside these groups ... or something?"
Jack stared hard at the man, demanding an answer.
"It isn't quite that easy, sir. It's just people dealing with their friends. A lot of college kids too. There is another problem. Most of them have heard bad things about the government and want nothing to do with us. It's a problem."
"It's one I want solved quick! That's what you guys are for."
"But, sir ... "
A chorus of dissent rose from the assembled men. They sounded tense.
Jack looked harshly at them, watching them stiffen into silence. He wanted action ... and these shaking jack-asses pleaded with him. The idiots.
He stood, his tall body towering above the seated figures.
"There's only one thing that's going to make me happy. An efficient network. Oh, I know that you're working hard. But I want more. I don't want anybody selling information that doesn't come to us. Understand?"
And one more thing. I want the foreign trade up in the next few months. Every out-of-town pot smoker is a potential informant. Although they might not know it."
His face cracked a bit and showed a slight smile.
The men around him were quick to complement his smile with smiles of their own. Jack watched them imitate him and knew that he indeed was still in charge. It felt good to see his men tense as he spoke. It would do good to have a bit of old-fashioned discipline back in the group.
"About the foreign exchange junkies. As soon as we've got their confidence, I want the supply tightened up and finally just about cut off. Then you can begin. I needn't remind you about the growth possibilities inherent in this group. Let's push our quota over the top. I won't be satisfied until that plan is under way."
Jack sat heavily in his seat, sure his point had been made.
The men murmured slightly and then sat silently, waiting for the next speech.
"OK, you've heard me. Any questions?"
The boss looked around at the group of male faces, trying too decipher their moods. Things seemed simple enough on the surface but he knew that beneath the calm exteriors there were bound to be abrasive feelings that had to be dealt with.
Only Harry, looked completely at ease. He had no quota to fill. All he had to do was take care of dissent and new men and he knew his business well.
"Well boss, I've got one thing."
It was his old time pal speaking. "There's some talk of taking on some new kids. You know that's where most of the information comes from. I've got a switch who says there's some action to be had. There's one guy who's been selling pot and wants to do something better. He's one of these drop-out types, but a good hustler. What about him?"
"Can he be trusted?"
Jack asked the only question that ultimately mattered. Everything came back to security ... for him and for the government.
"I guess so, Sir. From what my switch tells me, the kid's eager to make his mark, but that's all. And he knows a lot of these foreign types. One other thing ... he wants to deal only in pot and information. No intrigue. He wanted to make that very clear."
Jack scratched his nose.
"Well, that gives me an idea. Say we take on this kid, and some others like him, giving them just what they want. Then, after they're implicated with the whole set-up, we can pressure them into taking on other assignments."
He liked his idea and wanted to see the reaction of his listeners. It was going well.
"Sounds OK, at least we'll start covering the field better than we've been able to do."
"My only fear is that too many ambitious kids will think they know just what it's all about and try some funny stuff. I never liked kids." Gerry turned his wedding band on his finger, and leaned forward to drive his point more forcefully.
"Yeh. Well I'll take care of any problem kids."
Harry sounded eager for action.
"OK, that's enough. I say that we should give it a trial. Harry, take on this kid and see if he can drum up anything good. Then we'll see what happens. If there are any problems, let me know immediately. I'll let Harry here know when to move. The meeting is over, gentlemen. I will see you at our next conference."
Jack stood and left the room, signaling the end of the talk. His men quickly left the apartment, one at a time.
Jack was pleased with the way the meeting had gone. He had learned nothing really new, except that there was a chance to break into other areas through some kids. That was welcome news. He also saw that his hold on his men was still strong. That was most important.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack strolled through the apartment alone with his thoughts. The rest of the day was his. Now that the meeting was over, he wised that Nancy were back. He wanted a good screw to relax with. There was something slimy about dealing with men that made his skin crawl. And he could put up with most anything.
A bath would help. It always did. Checking the clock, Jack saw that it was early. He would have an hour to lounge around while Nancy got around to coming home. He'd be ready for her.
The tub was quickly filled with steaming water, and Trudy put out the bottles of bubble bath. The servant arranged them with some powder on the small porcelain shelf on the wall behind the tub.
When everything was set, and when clean towels were placed on the handy rack near the tub, Trudy informed her boss. Jack came into the tile room wearing a large towel. It fluttered open at the center and revealed his cock. His thighs and legs shifted as he slowly approached the full tub. Jack knew that it was in all probability still too hot to use right away.
While he waited for it to cool down, he went back into the living room and placed an album on the stereo. Then he switched on the speakers marked 'bathroom,' and returned to the tub. Music welled up out of the hidden speakers, filling the room.
The man always liked rich classical music. He had long ago found a special enjoyment in hearing the classics. Although Jack had tried a few times to draw a direct connection between his present life and the lives of famous men, he had failed. Still, in his head, he continued to think that he was made of the same sensitive stock.
He dipped a toe into the tub, feeling the hot liquid scald his foot and ankle. It was still a bit too warm for comfort and he stepped back, giving it another moment to cool.
Jack called for Trudy, who came immediately, carrying a large scrub brush and a bar of soap. She was ready to help her boss in any way necessary. All part of her duties.
When the man finally managed to sink beneath the hot water, he placed his legs up on the rim of the tub and let himself float supported by his hands. His body was nearly weightless in the water and he was able to swish it back and forth in time to the music.
Trudy sat patiently on a nearby chair, holding the brush and soap. It wouldn't be too long before she had to scrub the man's back, and she bided her time, keeping her dark eyes from the tub as much as possible. She didn't like watching the naked man play with himself. She preferred girls.
But, when Jack called her to the tub, Trudy moved quickly. There was no hesitation in anything she did for the man. As much as she disliked the physical presence of the man, Trudy was glad to help him gain pleasure.
She wanted to always pay him for the kindnesses that she had received. It had been two years since she had been brought to America from behind the iron curtain and since she had been plucked from certain death to enjoy the comforts made it relatively easy for Trudy to overcome her physical dislikes.
Being a quiet woman by nature, Trudy was used to simply carrying out orders without any words. She would, when asked to do so, spend hours by the stove without murmuring one syllable as she prepared a three course meal for her boss.
On other occasions, she could clean the entire apartment like a mysterious helper, her mind back with her family. She often thought of ways to put aside enough money to smuggle the entire family to the United States. It was still her dream. Maybe soon, her boss would look upon her with enough favor to allow it.
For now, Trudy tended to her thoughts, while Jack soaked his body. The body swirled up against the sides of the tub, threatening to spill onto the tile floor. But somehow, they always managed to fall back inside. Jack lolled in the water and added bubble bath leisurely. Each bubble brought its own sense of joy to the man's skin. This and the music together served to build Jack a fantasy. He was a king, alone in his tub, with his faithful and loving slave to help.
"Trudy, hurry with that ... brush my back ... "
Jack stretched forward, gesturing towards his wet flesh. She could not refuse.
She was quickly on her feet. Brandishing the brush in one hand and the soap in another, Trudy approached the man.
"For God's sake, hurry. I need the brush quickly, you know I hate waiting."
Trudy was there, wielding the brush with a newly-learned expertise. Before coming to work for Jack, she had never used a scrub brush on a man, only.her girlfriends.
She had learned many new things since coming to the States. Some didn't like it too much. She knew deep in her heart, that before the bathroom routine was finished, she might well be. called upon to perform for this man. If it was necessary to please him, Trudy was prepared to once again sacrifice her feelings of deep-seated disgust, and render the necessary treatment.
"Ahhh ... that's better, Trudy. Much better. Thank you."
Jack slipped back beneath the rising waters and looked up at the woman through his heavy eyebrows. His face was adjusted into a position of pure delight. The scratching had done the trick.
Jack lounged back, feeling the warm liquid seep into the crack of his ass, loving the way it coated his inner canal, sending warm thrills along his spine. It was so nice to be able to simply spend this time in his private bath. And when he wanted some special attention, there was always Trudy to call on ... and Nancy when she got back.
Jack thought about his mistress, and her fine young body. He loved knowing that she was available for him almost any time she was called. And the older Trudy was also on standby. Maybe today he would give the dyke a workout.
"Come closer, Trudy, I want to look at you."
It always started the same way and Trudy felt her stomach tighten as she obeyed the man's request.
She sat on the edge of the tub, her short uniform hiding her slim almost flat chested figure. She had a small stature and Jack liked the way the lesbian flesh felt between his palms while they fucked. He called for the woman to get undressed and ready for action.
Jack wasn't at all sure exactly how he was going to operate this time, but that however it ended up, he would enjoy it. That was a certainty.
Trudy dropped her clothing slowly, almost embarrassed to shed her covering like a paid whore. In her heart she knew that what she was doing was only to get the favor she would need later on.
But somehow, that made it all the worse.
Then she was really performing for pay, really playing whore to her master's whims. But these dark thoughts didn't stand in her way.
Soon she was completely bare-assed, her body trim and shapely. Poised next to the tub, Trudy looked at the floating male and nearly gagged. Jack was rapidly fingering his cock, trying to bring it up to fighting size. Then the fun could begin in earnest.
Trudy watched, solemn faced, as if she were facing a loaded gun. The large thick prick that was expanding beneath the bath-water loaded with sexual energy. It jiggled between Jack's hands, springing to its full size.
"Come on in, Trudy ... join me."
Jack smiled heavily, his eyes beginning to caress the lesbian flesh exposed so brilliantly, just out of touching range. Trudy moved without questioning, fully aware that once she was in the water, she was fair game. She gritted her teeth in her silent mouth, and soon was placing one leg after the other into the water.
She managed to get both feet in, and to bear the liquid. It was hot, but allowed Trudy to remain within its watery confines. As she swished closer to the waiting male, Trudy watched her own cunt hairs in the water. In contrast to her boss' hot cock, the servant's cunt had made no progress towards heat.
Trudy knew that soon, a pair of hands would be massaging that tender spot, causing it to heat up her body as if on its own accord, until it sang with a chorus of blood and erotic energy. Then she would let it take over and send her into the realm of physical perversion. For basically, that was how she viewed the woman-to-man relationship that she was called upon to take part in.
Jack reached out to call the slim body closer. Then he indicated that Trudy should sit in the tub. The water swirled up high on the servant's chest, lapping at her small breasts. Jack tenderly plucked at one small protrusion, and in spite of herself, Trudy felt a warm flow invade her thighs. Then jack shifted his hands lower, letting them swim down to the water-filled thighs that bound the hairy cunt he sought.
Jack sat back, caught in his revery, sure that this was how those old time dictators took their pleasure. What could be more decadent and luxurious than to fuck your servant in a bathtub while music swirled around your head? And decadent was just what Jack felt right then. He felt capable of committing any sort of act what would heighten his own sexual enjoyment.
Trudy sat back on her haunches, folding her legs under her, leaving her hands free to return the masterful strokes that her cunt was receiving. She knew from past sexual sessions just what her boss liked, and she wanted to hurry through the act so that it would be over quickly.
Her slender fingers gripped the fat tool and ran along the length of it. Pulling and prodding in turn, Trudy made sure that the thick member was at its height. Then she lifted herself out of the water, sensing her own hot hole. Ignoring the flowing juices, she stepped from the tub for a second and bent over at the waist, aiming her ass upright at her boss' face. This was the only way he ever fucked her.
Jack took a bottle of bath oil and spread a thick layer of gooey perfumed ointment over the extended area. The tickling fingers delved beyond the rim of the outstretched rectum, into the inner recess. There they slid fast into the opening. Trudy jiggled as she felt the hard jabs into her ass. Her humiliation was pushed aside as a pure feeling of lust began to construct itself into a recognizable pattern. Soon, she knew, she would be unable to control anything except her cunt, and that would require but little attention before spurting its full contents.
But first, she had to have her master's wish fulfilled. First she had to meet the demands of that floating body in the tub.. Jack stopped applying the ointment and pushed himself up from the sucking motion of the water. A series of small whirlpools lapped at his form as it raised itself from the liquid. The man stood dripping in the full tub.
He moved to the edge of the tub, and sat on the wide brim. His cock was shooting up from his lap like a pointed weapon, ready for the foray. He crooked a finger at Trudy who moved back, her ass still poised in the air. Jack bent forward to meet the approaching meat and sucked a small circle of flesh into his mouth. Trudy sucked in her own breath as a chill ran over her body. She settled back on her feet, letting her ass be fingered and sucked at by the man while her own hands smoothed oil over her belly and clit. The slippery ointment filled her crotch and she felt the oils collect all over her pussy and begin dripping between her legs.
Jack circled the slim female waist with his hands, and pulled Trudy closer. The servant let herself be led further and further back until she was angling just above the hard knob of flesh that rose like a tent pole from her master's crotch.
Then she was being directed right onto that fleshy point, having her ass-hole parted by the insistent flesh as it bent itself into her tight crack. Jack was shoving the slimy rod far into the warm rectum, letting it slip in the gooey oils. A strong smell of perfume rose from the ass-hole.
Jack prodded the open receptacle, like a pounding hammer, sending erotic shock waves all along the inner fleshy walls. Trudy felt every pulsing motion deliver yet another shot to the building passion within her own body. She let her hands slip into her furry crotch and they began to finger her clit, slowly sliding along the hot slit with teasing motions. The ointment he had applied made the hole slippery, and Trudy felt her clit pulse in her hand. She loved the way the gooey stuff made it feel.
It was like she was stuffed with a dildo. She longed for the real female experience, yet she knew that as long as she remained employed by her present boss she would have to settle for second best. His fingers began to dig more insistently at her hole, now, sending a stream of shivers along her spine.
She was seated atop Jack's hard prick. The male organ was lodged far into her rear hole and he wiggled slightly, feeling it slap against her back wall. It was in as far as it could go, filling her full.
But Jack wasn't convinced. He acted as if he wanted to tear the rectal area asunder with his pile-driving motions. Back and forth he rammed the cock, making it play freely inside the hidden recess.
It had slipped into Trudy so easily as to surprise the servant. Usually it was much more of a problem to accept the hard organ. In past sessions, Trudy had felt each inch of the cock tear into her flesh, stretching it bit by bit as it made its way deeper, ever deeper into the dark tunnel. But this time it was a simple operation. It had merely slid hard and fast into the tight space, sliding along in the thick ointment.
She was feeling the full pressure of the fat prick now. She moved her body back and forth, letting her cunt receive manual attentions while her rectum received the full blessings of Jack's hard rod. It wouldn't be long now, Trudy could tell.
Whenever Trudy felt the tightness of her stomach increase to almost unbearable proportions, then a release was imminent. Soon, very soon, she knew that she would be able to complete the fingering that would match his fucking actions.
At the same time, Trudy understood that her boss was reaching for a similar explosion deep in her rear end. If they could come at the same time, then Trudy knew her boss would be pleased. Otherwise he might not give so generously. Trudy was determined to stave off her own climax until the appropriate moment.
It wouldn't be long in coming, and she knew she would have to really work at suppressing her innermost desires if she was to time it just right. If she wasn't careful she would spill the load before her master finished pumping white-hot cream into her ass.
Trudy stopped fingering her own organ and concentrated on riding along her boss' prick. She moved slowly, and then increased the speed of her rising and falling motions. Her ass shimmied as if caught up in a vibrating machine. It shook so that the flesh flopped up and down on Jack's lap.
Then Trudy felt the change begin. Jack was stiffening. His cock expanded even more and seemed ready to burst through the rectal wall and force its way into Trudy's belly. The servant hurried her motions now, getting caught up in the inevitable rhythm of the events that would carry her to final release.
Jack swore lightly under his breath. His body perspired freely, and he felt large beads of sweat from on his face and begin to drip to his lap. Some of them slapped against the lesbian's back, that was poised in front of his face, and Jack bit the tight flesh as his cock began to shake with the roaring explosion of come.
Trudy's belly churned, getting set to accept the promised flow. She knew that as soon as the hot come began filling her tight ass, she would be unable to control herself. Then she would be forced to spill her pent-up fluids in a grand spray.
She felt it coming ... closer and closer to the surface. Jack screwed up his face, trying to feel every bit of the delicate contracting motions that Trudy was performing so masterfully on his cock.
The woman spun faster and faster, creating a series of sucking motions on the wet lap. By now a steady stream of sweat was mingling with the perfumed bath-oils and every added bit of liquid made the slipping and sliding that much easier. Trudy's fingers flew along inside her hole, now, gripping the clit and then pinching the hard little thing as it filled vibrations in her hand.
Jack lunged forward, nearly displacing Trudy from her position. He screamed again, as his come began to ooze into the thick-walled ass. His spreading cream filled the opening completely, managing to pile up wet and hot at the outer rim as well as crawl deep into the rear hole. A long shudder passed through them as they came together.
Trudy's fingers were moving back and forth in her hole, drawing out all the energies that were deeply trapped. They rose to the surface like bubbles from the bottom of the sea, exploding like shock waves as they hit the air.
Trudy swallowed her words, gargling them deep in her parched throat, as her cunt exploded. The thing sputtered to life with a shower of come. The spattering spill dripped over her legs and thighs and drooled along the edge of the tub to the bathroom floor. Trudy watched her spill collect on the tiles and realized that she would have to return later and clean the mess.
But for now, what mattered was expending all her erotic charge. She wanted to wear down her lust-filled cream, letting the stored liquid flow freely. She pushed her legs together, squeezing the contents of her twat until she gave forth with renewed energy. He cunt shot again and again until every last drop was out. Then she slumped back against the male body behind her.
Jack had happily filled the tight ass, and now as his cock became limp he let himself fall backwards until he plopped into the tub.
A large splash of water covered his falling body, and cooled his high body heat. As he fell, he grabbed onto Trudy and pulled her in. They laughed as they scrambled back to the surface after their unexpected dunking.
Their hearts still beat hard and fast, as their inner selves began to slowly calm down.
Jack grabbed Trudy once more and slung his wide arms around her servant's body, drawing her into his bear-like grasp. Then he kissed the woman full-lipped, letting his tongue dig into the soft surprised mouth. Jack released his prey and smiled.
Nodding low, the servant climbed from the tub and quickly shuffled from the room with her head lowered. She only hoped that it was all worth it. If only she would be suitably rewarded with her family. Then it would have been worthwhile.
Jack sunk back beneath the water, letting his body relax. Now he didn't care when Nancy got home. It didn't matter, as long as she was there when he wanted her.
But that would be some time. Trudy had done a fine job, even if she was a dyke and so long as she kept her hands off his girl. Jack closed his eyes and relived the just completed act, simply transposing it to the distant past, where he was a ruling god. It was perfect ... just perfect.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The day after the meeting, Tod ro comfortably. He had wisely allowed himself t sleep most of the morning, and if he hadn't had an appointment he would have complete the day in bed. Pot and hash were so much nicer than drinking alcohol. Every time he wok refreshed, having been stoned the night before he renewed his faith in the potent drugs.
The few times he had allowed himself t become drunk had been horrid experiences. And worse than anything had been the hang-over that had pounded inside his skull the following day. Dope left no pain. Sleep obliterated all traces of the drug from his system, and he jumped from bed refreshed and ready to face whatever came his way.
Mary remained in bed, smiling sleepily at him as he went to eat. Then he gathered a few cookies and gulped down a large glass of milk to wash the cookies down. He was all set.
He left the apartment and headed across town to the meeting site. Once outside the appointed spot, he cased the joint. He was especially wary of counter-agents fearing that the place might be watched. Although his fantasies allowed him to see agents chasing other agents, and he knew that he was about to become implicated in their doings, he never for the life of him imagined the depth of involvement that would quickly come his way.
The meeting was short and sweet. To his surprise, all his terms were agreed to. The contact man agreed to let him handle the information all the way to the top. He was frankly surprised at his willingness to come to terms. And he asked him why.
"Well, our boss sees the youth end of this now you see? And he's smart enough to know that he needs some operators like you to cater to the trade. Kids'll trust you, know what I mean?"
Tod nodded, expressing his understanding of the situation. It made sense to him, and he was glad to see that he was operating with such intelligent agents. Maybe he'll like it after all.
Tod was set up the next day with a front operation, and the dope for cover started coming in fast and furious. He contacted all the people he used to deal to and offered them special introductory prices with information, explaining how they could talk enough to make their smoke free. He sold out his stock in two days, and when he asked for more, the organization man was quite surprised to see him.
"You really do a job, don't you?"
"Well, I always like to try my best. Besides, it's really easy. There's a sea of foreign kids out there, needing the stuff ... Besides, I have a good reputation, and if you keep getting me stuff, my information is bound to grow."
"Yes, yes."
On and on the circle went. He bought and sold pot like it was going out of style and at the end of the week, he'd traced more than his quota of information. He received a bonus for such good work, and felt his pockets bulge with green stuff. But he knew that he could have more of the same each week. There was nothing to it. And he had more time than ever for himself, and to spend with Mary. That's what it was all about, wasn't it?
Mary was pleased with the amount of money he was making, and he began buying wonderful gifts and taking her to plays and movies twice a week. Whenever he'd come back to the apartment after a 'work' day, he'd explain how well he'd done, Mary would smile indulgently, while he told her of his best deals.
So, the good life continued unabated for several months. All during the period, he began raking in the money and stockpiling it in a bank account. Since he'd had no income taxes to pay, the account grew rapidly, each entry in the small book adding substantially to his material worth.
Then it happened. Tod, of course, didn't know what it was all about. All he understood was that his contact began delivering only half the usual amount of grass and hash, moaning that the Feds were demanding more information in exchange, making it hard to get stuff. Tod accepted his story at face value, not having any cause to doubt it.
The most disturbing thing was that what pot was coming though was inferior in quality. It was the stuff that burnt like rough sandpaper and with which you needed a whole joint to get off. He got his first complaints, which he passed on to his contact. They were withholding information because of it.
He sympathized with Tod, but complained that he could only bring him what he received, and that if he wanted to talk to someone else he'd arrange for a meeting.
Meanwhile, he suggested to offer his customers some women. Tod refused, sticking to his guns about handling only grass and hash. He didn't believe in white slavery.
"Suit yourself. I'll let you know when things change."
Tod left the meeting feeling depressed. It seemed like his bubble had burst. It was hard to believe that the organization was unable to meet his demands, and that the stuff they could get was so inferior.
Mary sympathized and cooled down his raging anger. Tod argued against fate, against the organization, against the government, in short, against anyone he could think of with even the remotest connection to his problem.
"Maybe it'll pass. It's probably just a temporary problem."
But he was wrong.
The following week, the supply trickled down more. He was unable to meet even the standard that he had when he was dealing himself. Tod knew that he would be out of business completely in "another week if the present rate of decrease continued. He spoke once more with his contact, asking him what had happened to the meeting he was setting up.
"Well, the big boys have been out of town lately, but I got word today that you can meet one of the top men tomorrow. Maybe he'll have some good news for you."
He smiled and his capped teeth glittered for a brief moment.
All that day Tod thought of possible solutions. His life-style had been briefly enriched by his foray into the agent business, but now all that was threatened. If what his contact said was true, he wouldn't get the supplies needed to keep his business alive. And he wouldn't be seeing any free dope, even to smoke. It was most distressing.
The next day, Tod went further uptown than usual, to meet with the so-called second string. He lived on the edge of one of the city's toughest districts. Whores played openly in the daytime, and small, smut-filled book stores lined the avenues.
Ignoring the lures of the flesh, Tod wandered towards his apartment, trying to reassure himself things would soon be changing for the better. He wanted to enter the talk with a positive outlook, to prove that he could handle any temporary problems without trouble.
Tod rang the bell at the given time, and waited. Presently his contact man appeared on the other side of the glass door leading to a dimly lit flight of stairs. He motioned to him, and Tod followed him. They walked silently, single-file up the stairs to the fourth floor. Tod went first, and his supplier directed him until they came upon the proper door. He knocked and then knocked again.
The door swung loudly open and Tod was pushed into the room. Then he heard the door click shut, and he looked around. Surprisingly, the room was furnished with some taste, and the interior was quite different from the shabby appearance outside. The room was pleasant in general.
"Sit down, kid ... get comfortable."
A middle-aged and worn-looking man from behind him was talking.
"Thank you," Tod sat heavily, keeping a watchful eye on everything.
"I understand you're doing a good job, downtown. That's good."
"Well, I was doing OK, but then the dope dried up. Any chance of getting more stuff to trade?"
The man rubbed a finger over his lined face. Then he turned to his contact, "I guess you've been told about the problem. like you know, the problem with grass and hash is the size of the stuff. We need a lot of information in exchange for it.
"If anything, we expect it to get tighter for a while. Now that leaves us damn few alternatives. We can give up grass and hash altogether. Or, we can deliver your customers something else instead."
His eyes lit up as he completed the sentence, and Tod thought he knew what was coming next.
"Listen, son, you want to make some real money?"
Tod nodded dumbly, afraid suddenly. What was he getting into?
The man went on, "I can get you all the women you can push. And at a good price. It's easy to carry enough to turn on the city. Besides, the profit's much greater. You can triple your best earnings in a week. And once you get a customer using her regular, we'll sell you anything you want."
His eyes danced in his head and he felt his stomach knot tighter and tighter.
A pattern was beginning to appear. A pattern that was meant to force him into dealing dirty. He wanted no part of it, and almost blurted out his refusal, when the man held up a hand, cutting him off.
"Before you say anything, let me tell you something. You're no longer an independent. When you accepted our money, you accepted our products. No two ways about it, you're implicated. Now, I have orders from my boss to branch out into other areas. I think you're the right man for the job. You play ball and I'll see that you get a quick promotion. You'll like the money, son. You really will.
"Now, in two days I want you to meet the man in charge. He'll tell you all there is to know about dealing the women. I think after talking with him, you'll find it hard to refuse the offer. My friend here, will take you to his place. See you then."
The meeting was suddenly over, and Tod was shown out of the apartment. A trembling sensation had rocked his gut, and he wanted to puke. He needed fresh air, to get away from the stench of corruption and evil minds that were closing in on him.
Implicit in the offer of a new work deal, was a threat if he chose to refuse. Perhaps the cops would be told about him, and the whole affair ended. Or perhaps they would find it easier to use their own disposal methods.
As much as he wanted to tell them to take their cruddy offer and shove it he was glad that he hadn't spoken his mind. Tod was still alive, and maybe the next meeting would give him a chance to re-establish himself in kids and soft drugs. If not ... what then?
But in the apartment, he told Mary everything that had happened. She was worried.
"Tod, get out now ... it's still not too late ... we can run away. They'll never bother you. You're too much of a small-time for them to chase."
As she spoke, Tod couldn't help thinking that her lines, were, where the bad-guy, turned good guy, wants out, and his girlfriend urges him to run. But he felt obligated to stay and clean up the mess he started.
Well he wasn't that brave or foolish, but he did feel that the time wasn't right to make an escape. Things weren't that desperate yet, and he still had hopes that the boss would give him what he wanted or let him go with no hard feelings. Besides, he wanted to meet this man who controlled all of New York's espionage.
In two days, Tod was ready for the meeting. He wasn't so stoned as to lose control of his reasoning, but just high enough to make the prospect of the meeting pleasant. Everything had a rosy tint and he was glad to be meeting the high-powered man who was in charge. As Tod made his way to meet his supplier, he thought long and hard about the organization, and how it seemed to be run just like a large corporation. It was interesting that although he had some time back decided to never get involved in a corporate life, here he was, about to meet the 'chairman' of the board.
He also knew that if he played his cards right, and did all the right things, he would leave the meeting better than he had entered. Maybe someday he could be the man in charge. He laughed at the thought and cleared his head.
His contact ushered him into a cab and gave a swanky address uptown. Soon, after fighting the usual Manhattan traffic, they arrived in front of a large luxury building.
In another moment they were riding up in the elevator and then, almost before his head had adjusted to the fact that he was actually going to meet the 'big boss,' they were stepping out of the open elevator car into a large richly appointed apartment.
The place seemed deserted and so they sat waiting. The contact man fidgeted nervously, so he knew that the boss-man was probably someone with real power. Tod sat back, trying to look nonchalant about the entire affair, and all the while feeling his belly churn. It was hard to sit still. He kept looking over the furnishings, admiring the nice taste of the man who had picked out the well designed room. If nothing else, he would be a man of sophistication, and he grew anxious to met him.
Just then, a back door opened and Tod caught his first glimpse of Mr. Jack. He was an imposing figure. His large anatomy was impressive. A pair of one hundred dollar pants, and silk shirt covered him.
They stood and waited for Jack to ask them to sit. Only then did they dare.
Jack sat opposite them and smiled warmly. He motioned for the contact to leave them alone to discuss the matters at hand, and as Tod was left behind in that large living room, an inexplicable emotion of fear and anguish crowded into his soul. He was terribly afraid. Even before Jack spoke to him directly, he felt that he had the power of life or death over him, and that he had better be careful.
"Now, here we are. I see by my latest report that you have been offered a lucrative position with us. Have you decided to accept?"
His smile was now tinged with a hard edge. Tod was almost afraid to answer.
He stammered, losing his confidence. Why was he afraid? Finally he managed to blurt out that he wasn't ready to make a decision. Tod was still unsure of what it all entailed. He fingered his hair nervously, feeling very conspicuous in the elegant apartment, and wishing that he was back in his own surroundings, comfortable with Mary in their raunchy place.
"Let me outline for you the advantages of accepting our offer. For one thing, you will become wealthy. And you will be assured of a well protected spot in our organization. As you must know, we protect our own."
He stared hard into Tod's eyes and he knew that line contained another thinly-veiled threat.
"Sir, excuse me ... but when I came into this business ... well, when I began, I only wanted to deal with non-habit-forming drugs so that I could get information without a guilty conscience. Now I have built up a fair trade, and everyone has made a profit, including whatever information gets back here to you."
"Listen you smart-assed kid. Just what do you think this is, a bargaining session? I don't want to hear what you want. I'm not at all concerned with your wants and needs. All I care about is that my work gets done, and that means getting it however we can."
He paused and looked down at his shoes.
"It's as simple as that. It may seem a bit distasteful to you, but there are many people who want nothing more in life than their next fuck, and our business is to supply them. You are simply one small cog in a big wheel, my friend, and if you value the way you function, you will see the wisdom in our offer."
There was no warmth in Jack's voice as he finished his talk. Tod knew that he meant business and that he was in trouble.
Only he didn't know what trouble was until a few minutes of silence had passed and he struggled to regain his poise. He was about to speak, to somehow try again to fend off the offer, when another door opened and out walked the most gorgeous young girl he had ever laid eyes on. She was all tawny and sexy, too.
Long legs and all and Tod turned to watch her swing her full hips across the room. There was a small discreet smile playing around her lips as she moved. He was almost sure she was smiling at him, and yet he knew that it would be somehow more than foolish to return that greeting. Tod moved back to Jack, but he was staring at the girl, too.
Only his eyes were full of anger. He spit out some words, aiming them at the girl.
"Nancy, what the hell do you mean by coming in here while I'm discussing business? Now get out."
"But I was only trying to see what the weather was like. You know how hard it is to tell anything out my small window. And your room in always locked."
Tod wanted to run to her and throw himself at her, begging her to allow him one touch, just one mortal moment.
Everything that had come before was swept away by the gorgeous child called Nancy. He wanted to see more of her. He was determined to see her again. There had to be a way. Yet, he knew that his desires were fraught with danger, for she was undoubtedly Jack's girl. To court her, would mean to court his own downfall.
Maybe even a daughter or niece of his.
The girl continued to the window, and looked up at the sky and then far below to check out the traffic and pedestrians. She wore a tight-fitting long skirt of some silky material. As she bent, it flared open along one slit, and he caught a momentary glimpse of one rich thigh.
Tod was lost in her beauty. The erotic melody in his soul sang forth and he was caught with a rising cock in his pants. Embarrassing, and potentially fatal. He covered his lap with his hands, hoping that Jack wouldn't notice. He kept his eyes glued to his girlfriend's round curves as she waltzed back across the living room. Then she was gone and the vision ended.
Tod snapped back to attention, and Jack turned to him with a proud look on his face. It was the look of a man sure of his possessions, and happy with his power.
"You must forgive the child. She should know better than to interrupt. I will have to teach her again."
He smiled evilly, and Tod feared for the girl's tender skin. He wanted to protect her, to insure her safety, and yet he knew that he had better keep far away from her.
"Well, my boy, have you made a decision?"
He wanted an answer. No, he demanded one.
There was only one response he could give. Because of the reality of the situation, and the fear for his own life, he was trapped into agreement. And there was the extra added attraction of maybe getting another chance to meet Nancy. Just maybe it would be worthwhile.
"I guess I'll do it. I don't have much choice, do I?"
"As you see, some things were just meant to be. I'm glad to welcome you into our little group. I will see to it that the girls get to you immediately. Good day. I will see you again, I'm sure. You must come to the next party I give."
"I would be delighted." Tod answered quickly grasping at the chance to meet the girl once more.
"Will you be so kind as to let me know."
"Oh, yes." That was all.
Tod left, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement. It was a new kind of life that he was joining, one where he would probably cause some people some bad times, but one where the high-powered stakes were real.
Nancy glued her ear to the door of her bedroom long enough to hear Jack tell about supplying the hookers. All her suspicions were confirmed. She was indeed the mistress of a real spy.
She was scared. She had also heard him tell the handsome youth about teaching her a lesson. That frightened her even more.
When the front door shut and the elevator took the boy away, Nancy stepped back from her door, and walked to her closet, pretending to be looking for a dress.
The bedroom door swung wide and Jack stood in the doorway.
"Dumb bitch."
His voice was full of venom, and he snaked his tongue out at Nancy. She whirled about, her arms full of clothes.
"I'm not a dumb bitch. Don't call me that."
Her face was red and angry, her eyes nearly filled with tears. She knew something dreadful was about to happen, exactly what wasn't clear.
"When I say you're a dumb bitch, then you're a dumb bitch. Don't argue. You know better than to interfere when I'm talking business. Don't ever do that again!"
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what it was like outside."
"Being sorry isn't enough. You'll have to learn. And you'll have to pay for your mistake."
Jack menaced her, moving closer.
Nancy backed up until she was flush against the closet full of costly clothes. Jack pressed on, nearing the quaking girl. He raised a hand high over her head and smacked it down sharply on her face.
She cringed and gasped under the sudden attack. She fell to her knees and dropped the clothes. A rack of things fell over her, covering her bowed head.
Jack ripped them aside, and dragged the girl to her feet. Then he shoved her roughly towards the bed.
"Get undressed and lay down on your belly. I'll teach you a hard lesson. One you won't readily forget"
He began undoing his wide leather belt and rolling it over his hand.
Nancy shuddered as she crawled up on her bed. She was sobbing into her hands now and her entire body was shaking with fear.
"Get undressed I said."
Jack smacked the belt against the bed, and
Nancy jumped as the noise sounded loud and harsh.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons to her blouse. Once it was undone, Jack leaned over and ripped it away. It came away in his hands, and Nancy felt her skin tingle. Then she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.
"The skirt too. Hurry."
Jack's voice was getting raspy and his tone was souring. He wanted her to get going, so that he could begin the punishment she deserved. It had been a long time since Jack had beaten anyone. Now once again he would have a chance to test his aim and strength.
Nancy's long legs came into full view as the skirt was unwrapped. Her bikini-panties were stripped away, and her pubic hairs gleamed.
Jackwas near the bed, the strap rising and falling against his palm while he waited for Nancy to poise her tender back.
"Turn over."
His voice was more gruff than ever, and Nancy hurried. Although this was her first punishment at Jack's hands, she knew what to expect. He would pound the message of obedience into her. He would attempt to show her the error of her ways by beating her until she bled.
But Nancy knew she could stand it. The pain would be hard, but through it all she was now sure that she would find a way to escape. His beating would only force that resolution deeper into her consciousness, giving it ground to spread its roots.
Each time that she submitted to another of Jack's increasingly sadistic sexual acts, she thought about breaking away and finding a more personal relationship. But she had stuck it out so far. Now, lying prone on her belly, her ass riding high, and her head sunk far into her soft pillow, once again thoughts of leaving swirled through her active mind.
Jack was ready to begin. The belt snapped together once more in his hands, and then with a sudden ringing motion, slapped on Nancy's bare shoulders.
The smacking sound reverberated in Nancy's ears as she cringed under the sharp pain. Another blow rained down on her other shoulder. Now a deep biting agony swept along her neck beginning at both shoulders and colliding at the brain. A dull headache followed in its wake, leaving Nancy sinking further into the silence of the pillow.
She opened her mouth, but stopped herself from screaming. Somehow she felt that to scream would invite even more terrible danger than she was now in. Somehow, her noises of anguish would ignite some dark terrible sadistic pleasure in Jack and he would most likely beat her senseless. But at least she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had hurt her.
"You see ... I warned you ... and now, I must teach you."
Each phrase was punctuated by another wallop. Each belt mark left a red indentation in Nancy's flesh, making it tingle with the gathering pain.
Jack moved closer to the bed and aimed his blows, lower and lower on the small of her back. Nancy raised her ass, trying almost to spin away from the racking pain. But, Jack knelt on her back for an instant, driving his hard knee into the spine, grinding it in. Nancy nearly passed out from the pressure. But still, she kept her wits and her silence. She was brave.
Then Jack was back hitting her. He was still trying to teach her a lesson, and he interspersed his blows with little lectures on correct behavior. Nancy concentrated on the, course that her agony was taking through her body, and didn't hear the talk at all. It was as if Jack's method of ingraining his small points was in itself making it impossible for those same points to get across.
Of course he knew nothing of this.
Completely wrapped up in his sadistic torture, he lowered the belt and began using his hands on Nancy's ass. He slapped and dug his nails into her flesh. Nancy groaned into the pillow.
Jack was panting. His face was red, and his hands stung from the beating they were delivering. Sweat poured on his forehead, and dripped into his eyes.
He wiped away the perspiration and connected again with his harsh hands. Nancy jumped as the blows picked up speed. Her belly was swimming in a sea of sweat, and her sheets were soaked with sweat. Small streams of it trickled all along her back-side, making their way to the bed. Jack stopped his attack long enough to dip a finger in the substance and watch it drip down onto the palm of his hand. He looked down at the tortured girl and slowed his beating.
By this time, Nancy had nearly passed out. Her head was spinning with the incredible pain, and her stomach vibrated from the churning motion that settled in. It was a strange mixture of pain and something else, she couldn't explain.
Jack stopped his beating and quickly stripped away his clothes. Now he wanted to screw the whimpering girl, to drive home the point that she was his to command.
He had to be sure that she understood her proper place in the household, and never stepped out of line again. Even though he genuinely liked Nancy, the discipline was a necessary addition to her learning process. And the fuck would top that off.
Roughly, he spun Nancy over onto her back. She cried out uncontrollably as her torn back met the sweat-filled sheets. It was like salt on her wounds, and the pain built higher. Still, there was a tinge of something more than pain hiding among the agony.
She didn't recognize it at all until she gathered her strength enough to open her eyes. Then, as she saw Jack's full cock wagging dangerously in front of her face, she knew the undefined element was sex.
There was a definite sexual quality about the way Jack had attacked Nancy, and now it made sense to her. The man was truly perverted. He would stop at nothing to complete his growing sexual appetite.
Maybe when he tired of her, he would have her fucked to death while he watched. She was through it all now.
There was nothing left for her to do except submit to his forceful nature. But when the chance for freedom came her way, she was determined to grab it and run.
Now all she could do was accept the ultimate degradation. After having been beaten, she was forced to let this man make love to her.
She hated him. It was all settled in her weary mind. Nancy would leave as soon as possible. She had to think it out very carefully. It would take some time, but she would leave. And she'd find a way to hurt him when she did.
Jack was ready. He towered above her. His cock was at the tip of her cunt, nearly free from it. Then he roared aloud as he slammed in. And again.
Back and forth the screaming hot cock made its way into her damp twat. It soaked her everywhere, spilling out as Jack rode up and down. Small amounts of come made their way to her inner chamber, filling her to the brim. There was no affection in the delivery. Only pain and intended hurt.
Jack laughed coarsely as he delivered his cock-load. Nancy accepted it, giving back nothing in return.
At least she had been able to hold back her own climax. That was all she could deny him now. But in the future she'd learn to deny him all.
CHAPTER NINE
Soon Tod was back in business. Only his customers changed. Now they were deviates needing women. Most of them decided to forego pot altogether, rather than get involved in both. Tod admired their taste, but went on offering both goods to anyone who wanted them.
Pretty soon, Tod began to build up a new clientele. He was surprised to see some young people take an interest in kinky sex, and although he was willing to sell to them, to line his own pockets, Tod wondered to himself, why they felt the need to get off like that. Maybe it was because they hated someone, or themselves.
Whatever the reason, hung-up men began to seek him out. The kinky women began to move as fast as the pot and hash had ever done. He was in up to his ears in information and pocketing the cash. But he still had his fears and doubts, and he often expressed them to Mary. At the same time, he felt trapped.
Tod remembered the hidden threats that were placed before him by Jack, and he continued dealing. Every time he thought of Jack he thought of his girlfriend. Her beauty filled his mind, and at night, even after a session with Mary, he found himself wondering what her body felt and tasted like.
He wanted to have her and eat her up. She was like a forbidden sweet, and every day she became more and more delectable.
Tod hadn't thought about his determination to lead a 'good' life for some time now, and whenever flashes of philosophy would invade his mind, he managed to over-ride them and go on with his self-preserving activities. The more he had to deal with the underground, the more he was sure that he would be dead if he tried to get out before his time. He had heard of a few old ones retiring, but never before they were bosses, and never before old age. Tod had a long way to go.
Mary and Tod had become somewhat more distant. His business had spilled over into their house. Tod didn't like using the place for that, but from time to time it was necessary to service a good customer.
Tod knew that Mary especially disliked it, and although she never came out and said anything every time a beaten man stumbled out, she looked at Tod as if to say, "No more."
Their sex life suffered from pressures. There were two or three times in the ensuing months when Mary and Tod were locked in a fiery embrace when there was a knock on the door, and Tod lost his hard-on. Even he became visibly upset at such times, but he always relented, afraid that he might lose a good customer.
Then, when he learned that one of his best customers had died from a beating, he was shocked into reconsidering his position. Was he a party to his murder? If he had refused to sell him the girl, he would have had a bad day, or a bad week, but he'd still be alive. I guess that was naive, as he'd probably have found another source for his much needed pain.
But Tod couldn't help wondering if he was at fault. He told Mary about it, and all she could do was tell him it wasn't his fault, and ask if he hadn't expected it to happen sooner or later. Tod admitted that at first the thought had occurred to him, but then as time progressed with nothing bad being reported, he felt more secure. Now that illusion had been shattered and he knew exactly what kind of a dirty business he was in.
The organization didn't care if a contact died. As long as they had been paid with information beforehand. They knew that as long as the merchandise was available, suckers would try it. And they'd keep coming back for more and more.
Tod was depressed. He was at a dead end. Here he was working hard to make money, while his efforts potentially murdered people. And then he began thinking again about the promises he had made himself about living the simple life, and avoiding all the kinds of involvements he now found himself in. Maybe it was time to make some new decisions. And maybe now, since the killing, it would be possible to make some rather important changes in his lifestyle, ones that he had been avoiding for too long.
Tod didn't say anything to Mary, but each night in bed he began mulling over his position, trying to figure a way out of the mess he had fallen into and it seemed hopeless. Yet he knew that he could do it if he studied the situation hard and long enough.
He would have to proceed slowly and carefully, not telling anyone what he had in mind. Then, when he had a plan figured out he would put it in motion alone. He knew he could never take Mary along. She would simply be in too much danger, and that would be no way to repay her for all the time they had spent together.
His mind was settled. He would get out somehow. Until he did, he would play the game, saving all the cash he could for use in the ultimate getaway.
Days later, the invitation came to Jack's party. Tod had forgotten about the verbal invitation until his contact delivered a formal announcement. It was to be a formal affair. The name on the invitation was his and he wondered about bringing Mary. His contact suggested that he come alone. The boss was very careful about who got in ... he didn't like strangers, even female ones.
At nine o'clock Tod was ringing the button to Jack's apartment. As Tod arrived in his lavish apartment, he thought it was somewhat strange that there was so little noise, and as he looked about he realized that he was alone.
"Hello, you're bright and early, aren't you? I'm Nancy."
It was a dream. He couldn't believe his eyes. She held a strange power over his body, and he struggled to make small talk.
"Well ... yes, I do seem to be early. I guess I took the invitation a bit too seriously."
Tod smiled foolishly. Nancy motioned him to sit.
He followed her advice and clung to a brown leather chair, feeling his skin get clammy beneath his suit. He felt a mess. He was under-dressed and felt out of place ... Nancy was stunning, in an outfit that clung to every curve. Her long legs shot out from the split front and her neck-line plunged dangerously low, revealing the tops of her breasts.
Tod couldn't stop staring, and yet he knew he had to gain control of his emotions. If he didn't, and the girl's boy-friend entered the .room, he was a dead duck. Tod even felt funny being alone with her, though they were far apart on opposite sides of the large room.
Nancy came closer, and the smell of her filled his head. He felt light-headed, and almost dizzy. The perfumed girl created an inner turmoil in his gut.
"Jack will be ready in a few minutes. He's just finishing his bath."
Nancy smiled and her perfect teeth gleamed at him. He wanted to open that mouth and thrust his tongue down her throat, and suck on her tongue, making her respond to his fever.
He wanted her badly. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The mere proximity of her made his cock expand. He couldn't help it. His cock rose like it was on her cunt, rubbing his head against the inside of his tight pants. If he had to stand, it was all over.
"Your face looks familiar."
She was staring hard into his eyes and the look wilted his brains.
"Uh, yes. Uh ... one day a short while ago, I was here discussing business with the boss, and you came through the room, trying to check the weather. I remember that he wasn't too happy with you."
Tod tried to smile, but froze as he saw her reaction to that bad memory.
"Yes ... I remember the day."
Nancy frowned, thinking back to the beating she had received. Since then her thoughts of escape had matured, and although she still hadn't conceived a worthy plan, she knew for sure that she was going to get away somehow.
"I hope I didn't cause you any grief."
Tod wanted to find out more about Nancy. He wanted to burrow into her secret life and discover all her loves. Then he would attempt to provide all the things that kept her happy, claiming her undivided attention for his own. He needed her.
Even though he knew he was up against a tough bastard, Tod wanted to steal his girl. It was more than a want, more than just a sexual urge. It was somehow all those things plus some. It was a love that transcended anything that he had ever felt. Although he had no reason to hope that she returned his love, he was bound and determined to test her.
"No ... you didn't cause me any trouble at all. Just tell me your name, and what you'd like to drink."
Her amiable nature surfaced once more and she crossed to the bar. Tod watched her walk, getting his eyeballs stuck on her swinging ass, feeling his scalp itch and his cock begin pulsing as her behind swayed. Was she walking that way on purpose, or was it his imagination?
"I'll have a scotch, I guess. I'm not really much of a drinker. Maybe I can help you get them."
"No. Let me play hostess. I don't get the chance very often."
She glanced over her shoulder at him and then paid full attention to the drinks. Tod thought he spotted a moment of remorse in her voice, and he hoped that she was unhappy with Jack. That would make his job so much easier.
"Did you help decorate the apartment. I think it's very beautiful."
"No ... Jack did it himself. He picked out everything here. Everything!"
There was more than a hint of unhappiness in that statement and Tod was sure he had a chance. At least he was on the right track. She could be persuaded to get interested.
The drinks came back, and Nancy with them. Tod's pants were still full of hard cock, so he only rose part-way from his seat to accept the scotch. He sipped it silently, feeling the hard liquor burn his throat and warm his gullet. He was very unused to drinking, and knew that more than one such drink would do him in for the night.
He had to be very careful and not get drunk, or else he might lose himself to his passions. That would be fatal. It would be hard enough to make this chick, without endangering his life in her boyfriend's apartment to boot.
Nancy sat opposite him and crossed her legs. They angled out and he let his gaze fall on them, carrying his look up her skirt and to the promise of soft female thighs. Just as he let his eyes look hard for the white skin, he knew was hidden in that tight nook, locked between her crossed legs, Nancy shifted. He saw the flesh. It was as if she had opened up expressly for him. It was just as quickly, the threat was gone, and her legs were clamped shut again.
But it had been enough. Tod watched her face, as she drunk. She betrayed no emotions, but he imagined a smile playing with the corners of her lush mouth. He wanted it to be there, to signal to him that she knew his game and wanted to play. He hoped it was so.
"Nancy, do you expect many people tonight?" The sound of her name falling from his lips made him shudder. It was a sweet simple name, one he would never mind saying over and over in her ear, whispering it between endearing terms of love. If only he could get that chance. Tod knew he'd have to make his own opening.
"Oh, there should be quite a few. I'm afraid I won't know most of them. Jack keeps me pretty much in the dark as to his business friends. I only know most of them by sight." Nancy sounded lonely.
"I'll talk with you. You know me. Oh, by the way, I'm Tod."
Tod extended a hand in greeting, wanting the chance to touch her skin.
Nancy accepted and closed her slim hand over his. It was like he was touching silk, as her gentle shake made itself felt. Tod didn't want to let go. He must have held on for a second more than necessary, because she finally pulled back. Tod dropped her small hand.
She looked up at him, and he knew she had realized. Her eyes alternated between pleasure and fear. Tod knew she wanted him to stay close, and perhaps touch her again, this time more meaningfully. But she was afraid and rightfully so. For at any moment Jack might appear.
Tod stood, trying to hide his hard pole, but Nancy couldn't help seeing it, and her hands shot to her mouth, suppressing a wonderful giggle. Her face radiated and then flushed.
Tod walked behind the chair, trying to conceal this vibrating cock and hoping it would calm down before Jack appeared. Yet he was very glad that Nancy had seen the way he felt.
Tod was sure she could understand his bodily needs, and he stood staring at her in the silent room He felt his blood rising. It was too much to hope that she would return his interest, and yet she did seem more and more to watch his moves, as if trying to figure out if she could trust him.
The growing intimacy was shattered abruptly, as Jack shot into the room.
It was as if he had hoped to catch them in some compromising position. Tod guessed he was disappointed to find them separated by a good deal of space and a few pieces of furniture as well. His sudden appearance made Tod's cock recede to its normal size and shape. He was grateful.
Jack was decked out in a black dinner jacket.
"Hello, young man. How are you?" He was all smiles.
Tod walked to greet him, and shot out his hand. It was caught in his powerful vise and Tod thought three fingers would crack before he let go.
"I'm fine, sir, how are you?" Tod replied "Oh, O.K. I guess."
He moved to stand next to Nancy. Then he sat, sliding his body next to her. Tod wanted to grab her from his reach, but didn't dare.
"Has Nancy been taking care of you? I see the other guests haven't arrived yet. I gather they'll be along any moment now."
He grinned at Nancy and Tod saw a hand sneak down to her thigh and squeeze.
Nancy grinned back at him through pained teeth. He was still grasping her and Tod was helpless to come between them. The bastard, he was convinced that he was hurting her for Tod's benefit. Sort of a way to establish territorial rights. Tod was impressed, but not enough to stop desiring Nancy. He was more determined than ever to have her as his own.
Nancy was thinking through her rising pain. The hard hand was stopping the circulation in her thigh and she felt her leg begin to grow numb. She moved closer to Jack, and pretending to kiss his ear, pleaded her cause to her tormentor.
It was successful, and Jack relinquished his hold and sat up straight. Tod had a self-satisfied smirk over his face and he wanted to smash through it to wreck his mouth.
Tod hated him. He knew it was his orders that had made him begin the sale of women, and it was his pressures that made it so hard for Tod to get away. And it was his girl that yearned for release from her horrible bondage.
And it was Jack's body that stood in the way of what he pictured as their mutual happiness.
Nancy let similar thoughts whirl in her brain. She was tired of being a showpiece, a piece of property. She was tired too of belonging to this man and wanted a younger one. She was sure that Jack was the number one man in these parts in the operation, and that all the orders and money filtered through his hands.
Those were the same hands that had beat her, and the same ones that roamed over her body when they pleased, with or without her consent. It didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was getting away. All that counted was making sure that she was gone one day, leaving his apartment and his life.
Maybe this Tod guy was to be her means of salvation. It was just a thought, but she thought she was able to discern some measure of hatred in the handsome youth's eyes. And he was young enough to make her sexually fulfilled, and mentally alert enough to provide her with needed stimulation. If he hated Jack half as much as she did, then he'd be able to help. She decided to check it out carefully.
The bell rang and Jack went to greet the guests. As they stopped at the door, Nancy and he both stood in anticipation of arrivals. The car was full of men, their tired faces telling how hard they had worked at living, and how unhappy their insides must be. They were the top, and as Tod watched, he knew he was doing the right thing by getting out now.
All the risks would be worth it, if he were able to avoid the unhappiness and wasted lives that showed on the men's faces. Their women were unhappy too. Although they chatted loudly and their laughter echoed, Tod saw the way they looked at Nancy, envying her still beautiful body and her long hair that cradled her youthful face.
The party was under way, now, and Tod nodded briefly to the few men who bothered to acknowledge his presence. His eyes were constantly roaming the crowd for a glimpse of Nancy. First she made the rounds on Jack's arm, playing the housepet, until everyone understood that she was his property alone.
Then she circled the room alone, finally coming up to Tod, asking if his drink was O.K. Tod smiled warmly and told her it was fine. She returned his smile and spoke in a low tone.
"Looks like you're bored. That won't do. Not at Jack's party. That won't do at all. What would cheer you up?"
"Having you in my arms."
It was a desperate gamble, but one he knew he had to take.
The effect was telling. Nancy stumbled a step back and almost turned red. But she controlled herself and laughed gently. She had recovered remarkably, and now was talking slowly, as if carrying on a normal inane conversation.
"Listen ... be careful. Don't ever say that to me here again. It'll get you in trouble. All I can bring you is trouble. I've seen you watch me. Don't let Jack catch you, or he'll get rid of you. I know."
"I know too, Nancy. But I need you. Can't you tell?"
"This is foolish, and I won't lose you because of it."
She turned to move away. Tod tried one last thing.
"When can I safely see you?"
She stopped and whispered urgently.
"In two days I'm going shopping. Noon at Goodman's."
Then she was gone. Tod didn't even know which entrace to meet her at, but he knew that he'd find her.
The crowd closed in and she was out of sight. For the rest of the night Tod studiously avoided watching her, concentrating instead on the men. He was fascinated by the way they maneuvered through the loud party, always somehow able to laugh at Jack's bad jokes and pamper his wishes while keeping an eagle eye on their women.
It would be difficult breaking free of this crowd, with their tight security and their honor at stake. No one got away with knowledge. But there was always a chance. The excitement built in his stomach as he thought about it.
The party grew louder. Kisses were the order of the day, and Tod was smothered in a sea of male and female faces, all kissing each other like they were one big happy family. And he guessed they were. Only he was ready to cut out of it.
Tod saw Jack kissing all the available women. Not one man minded as the boss lingered long at each body, sending his hands over the female flesh, pinching and squeezing as he laughed. Tod was disgusted by the fawning men. They didn't even have the guts to stand up to him.
Then Nancy was somehow at Tod's side, and he kissed her. A quick flick of a tongue played at his throat and then she was gone. It was a great beginning, and Tod made a resolution to be away from all this as fast as possible. He hoped that he would be able to keep that promise.
The day dawned clear and bright. It was the day after the party, and the world was promising. Tod had taken a day off from his dealing to rest. Now he was awake in bed, watching the dawn creep up over the city. Mary was beside him, her head under the pillows. She always slept that way, buried up to her neck, trying to shut the noised from her ears.
Tod smiled inwardly at her, peaceful and content in her slumber. There seemed no way to reach through her calm exterior, and put his troubles upon her. Not even if he had wanted to.
Of course, he didn't want to trouble her, or to make her more anguished than his every day dealings had done. And he was quite sure that they had put her up-tight for a long while. Why, or how she put up with him was something he'd never be able to explain.
Tod guessed she really loved him. It was funny, although they had never used that word in any of their frantic sexual scenes, he could feel her warmth and inner longings boiling up to him more and more. Even though she had never said it out loud, Tod could tell that her true feelings were those of love. He felt sorry for her.
It wasn't that he didn't care for Mary. On the contrary. He cared deeply, but it wasn't love.
Tod knew what love was like now. It was what he felt for Nancy. It was a deep driving force that even in the early morning hours, was working on his insides. It was the force that was about to make him keep a dangerous rendezvous in mid-town with her.
What if she were being followed? What if Jack's men kept her in constant check, and after he met her and talked with her, Tod was picked up? These fears worked against the swelling excitement that he felt whenever he thought about Nancy.
Tod caught a cab right in front of the apartment and told him he had to get to the store in a hurry. They sped through the winding traffic, fighting to meet the changing lights. Tod was glad when they saw the right street looming ahead, and he was early.
Tod paid him, and left a good tip. Thanking him profusely for making such good time. He stepped from the cab. Then he was off, ready to meet his delightful new love.
Tod walked to the store in a hurry, eager to check out all the entrances for the most likely spot. Somehow he felt he'd be able to tell where she'd wait.
And then he saw her standing there, beautiful.
"Jack's been replaced," she said. "Don't ask questions. I was told that I'd be better off knowing nothing. And, after looking at the guys who told me, I believe it.
"They gave me enough money to last two people for quite some time. Are you still interested?"
"Did they give you enough money to score some good dope?"
"Yes. And the right connections."
"What are we waiting for? We've got lots of smoking and lots of fucking to catch up on. After that we'll talk."
