His head was engulfed by her big thighs as he wriggled to and fro like a frog caught in the mouth of a giant python. All you could see was an ass and a pair of legs struggling violently in a vain attempt to escape, and then after a few moments the body quivered, sagged, and went limp.
This kind of shit can drive a man out of his mind, he thought, as he hurled the book to the floor and unzipped his fly. He began what he had been doing for the past four months since he came to New York.
Dan Daley was a slim blonde, blue-eyed, six foot college grad who had worked his way up to assistant manager of the Personnel Department of the Fletcher Company in the unheard of record time of four months.
He was going places in the business world, but no place in the social world. That's when he had decided to latch on to Crazy Jack, one of the shipping clerks whom he had overheard in the elevator boasting of all the cunt he was getting. Of course, it could be a lot of bullshit, but on the other hand, he thought, it's worth a try. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Crazy Jack was a short, stocky little guy with a wild look in his eyes, who had the nasty habit of brushing someone's balls while talking to them. Dan would continually have to keep pushing his hand away and reminding him that he was interested only in women.
After picking up the check several times in the coffee shop, with the promise of Dan paying for whatever action could be provided, Crazy Jack was finally persuaded to make some phone calls. Then, with what seemed like hours in the phone booth, with Dan feeding him dimes, he finally came out dripping with sweat.
"We're all set," he said as he brushed Dan's balls with the back of his hand.
"Great," said Dan, stepping backward from those expressive hands. "When did you set it up for?"
"Now," he replied nonchalantly. "Now."
"Are you kidding? We're on our lunch hour."
"Go fuck yourself," replied Crazy Jack as he turned to walk away.
"No, wait!" Dan yelled, as he grabbed Jack by the shoulder. "I apologize. Don't get sore. Just give me a minute to call the office so I can tell them that I ate something that didn't agree with me and being that I don't feel well, I have to go home."
"I don't give a shit what you tell your office," barked Crazy Jack. "If you want to get some hot pussy before it cools off, you better shake your ass now."
Pulling out a dirty piece of paper from his pocket, he scribbled something on it and threw it at Dan, then turned and ran out of the building.
It would be foolhardy to chase after him and try to make him wait, Dan thought, as he stooped down and picked up the piece of paper. Sloppily printed, but just clear enough to make out, was the name and address including the apartment number of where the action was.
Fifteen minutes later, Dan climbed out of a cab and entered the building. He had no trouble finding the apartment. The noise from the hi-fi playing wild jungle music was like a neon sign beckoning in the night. There was no need to knock as the door was partially open.
Cautiously, he walked in. It was a big, dirty looking room with Japanese lanterns hanging from the ceiling and nude pictures of both sexes decorating the walls. In the middle of the room was a large oak table surrounded by mattresses on the floor. The people looked like the League of Nations. Every race and color stood about; some half clad, some completely nude.
All in all, he counted eight males, two of which he was doubtful about because they were wearing dresses and speaking in high pitched voices. The other six were definitely females. He could tell by their heaving bosoms, as they danced wildly in a circle around the huge table, nude.
Dan was taking this all in when a big hand grabbed him by the ass from behind and squeezed like there was no tomorrow.
"Ouch!" Dan yelled, as he whirled around in pain, coming face to face with one of the characters who was dressed like a female.
"You sure have a nice soft juicy ass," it cooed in a high pitched voice. "How about dropping your pants and let us take advantage of it?"
Dan's fists clenched and as he got set to paste the fag in the mouth, he was suddenly grabbed from behind and dragged across the room by a half dozen arms. Struggling furiously, he was placed on the huge table, balls up, with his arms held stretched over his head. He felt his belt being unbuckled and hungry and eager hands began pulling off his pants.
"Isn't it a darling?" said the unmistakably high pitched voice of a fag, and Dan knew only too well what he was referring to.
Suddenly, he felt a wet sloppy kiss flat on his mouth and found himself looking into the heavily made up face of the fag who, only a moment ago, he was going to take a swing at.
"Ugh!" He nearly choked as he jerked his head away in disgust. Then he turned and spit right into the fag's face.
"Why, you cunt!" the fag screeched, wiping the spit from his dripping face. "If it's spit you want to swap, here goes."
The fag gave him a wild look, stuck out his tongue and plunged his head between Dan's helpless outstretched legs. He could feel his balls being manipulated, while a big pair of lips ticked lips embraced his flaccid cock and began playing with it. Dan strained his neck upward, but could only see the top of the fag's head working feverishly up and down.
By now, Dan was the center of attraction. He could see the nude dancing girls standing with some of the males staring in fascination at what was taking place: He tried to scream, but a sharp painful tug at his hair from behind discouraged any further outcry.
The fag's expertly trained tongue worked on Dan's resisting penis. Finally, it gave in and rose to its full height. Dan's gallant fight for control was lost. The fag was completely in charge of his cock now.
Dan's toes began to curl as he could feel the fag increase the speed. He knew that he would be reaching the climax any second now. He braced himself for the explosion when suddenly the fag stopped and pulled his lips off Dan's quivering rod. Dan's eyes nearly fell out of his head.
"Don't stop now!" he blurted.
The fag laughed. "Spit on me, will you? This will teach you."
"No, no," Dan screamed, as he realized that this was the fag's revenge.
"Just hold him," sneered the fag, "and let's watch him suffer."
"You bastards! You dirty rotten sadistic bastards!" Dan heard himself yelling.
"Let's chain him up and whip him," suggested a heavy voice from behind.
Then he heard someone running over to them and shout, "The fuzz! Some nosy bastard called them-" They all scrambled in every direction leaving him there on the table in his degrading agony.
"Oh," he gasped, as he sat up slowly on the table. Then recalling that fuzz meant police, he quickly picked up his pants from the floor and ran into the hall only to hear a woman's voice shout, "It's up there officer."
Dan rushed back into the apartment, locked the door, and hastily got into his pants as he heard the police call out, "Open up in there, this is the police!"
He made his way down the fire escape and from over his shoulder he could hear the door being broken down. After climbing several fences and running a half dozen blocks, he managed to hail a cab and get back to his apartment where he found a note scotch-taped to his door. 'Meet me at coffee shop. Usual time. Jack.'
Dan glared at it and in a fit of temper ripped it off the door and crumpled it in his hand, imagining it was Jack's neck instead of a piece of paper.
"I'll meet you all right," he said aloud, "and when I do, I'll rip your degenerated head off!"
Letting himself into the apartment, he kicked the door shut, locked it, then fell into the bed too exhausted to undress or to relieve himself from that uncomfortable lump that bulged in his pants.
The coffee shop in the Fletcher Building was crowded, as usual, when Dan walked in. After a good night's sleep, and all morning to think it over, he had decided that murder was out, and if he beat the little bastard up, there was the possibility that it could lead to his own dismissal and that was something he was not prepared to risk, after having worked so hard to obtain his present position.
I'll just bide my time, he thought, and at the first opportunity that presents itself, I'll kick that little fuck's ass in.
"Hey, Danny boy," the unmistakable voice of Crazy Jack shouted across the room.
Dan felt every eye in the place staring at him. Oh, how I would like to grab that little prick by the back of his neck, drag him across the room, shove him into a telephone booth, and punch the living shit out of him, he thought.
"Hey, Danny," Jack shouted again. "Get the lead out of your pants and come over here."
Dan blushed as he lowered his head in embarrassment and apologetically pushed past the crowded floor to where Crazy Jack was seated.
"I told you before not to shout my name across the room."
"Oh, stop busting my balls," Jack cut in. "After all I did for you yesterday, show a little appreciation."
Dan's fists curled and his eyes began to blaze. "What you did for me yesterday?"
"Yeah, she was some piece, wasn't she? I took her sister to my place and left her waiting for you, and man, what a build up I gave you. I told her that you have the biggest cock in New York."
"Shhh," Dan whispered as he pushed his face close to Jack's. "Let me get this straight, 226 East 39th Street, second floor, first apartment you hit when you come up the stairs?"
"No, you jerk," Jack cut in. "That's where the screwballs live. You mean that's where you went?" he asked with a look of surprise on his fat face.
"Well, I heard the music and the door was half opened, so I...."
Jack cut in, "You're lucky you didn't get your ass-hole ripped out in there." Before Dan could answer, Jack cut in again, "Look pal, I got something for you that you'll thank me for the rest of your life, but first you got to give me a hundred bucks. I got in a little jam last night."
"A hundred bucks!" Dan's voice rose.
"Look pal," Jack leaned over with a serious look on his face, with his hand tapping Dan's balls in the process. "I got a terrific deal for you."
Dan looked at him skeptically. "When?"
"Right here and now." Before Dan could say another word, Crazy Jack turned to a beautiful looking girl sitting next to him, threw his arm around her waist and pulled her off the stool and into his lap.
"This is Vera. Baby, this is the guy I have been telling you about. So pal, how about it?" he asked in a commanding tone, as he held his hand out.
Dan knew that if he turned him down now he would lose this deal before it even got started. With a painful smile, he counted out two fifties from his wallet and handed them to Jack.
Jack quickly pocketed the money, then getting up from the stool, pushed her toward Dan. "Take care of him, baby," he smiled as he lifted his leg up, dog style, in an unmistakable sexual gesture and called out, "ya hoo!" and left them together. The sign was obvious and Dan blushed a deep crimson.
"Well, I guess that was our introduction," she smiled.
Dan, quickly gathering his wits, thought, okay, yesterday it was a foul up, but today fate is making up for it, as he looked at this lovely suntanned beauty standing in front of him with her long red hair and well stacked bosom bursting with goodies. The white mini-skirt she wore revealed long shapely legs, the kind any man would love to fall in between.
"Oh yeah," he grinned with that big Irish smile of his, "Jack's got a peculiar sense of humor, but he's all heart."
"I understand you're quite a man with the ladies," she smiled, as she looked down at the bulge that was beginning to form in his pants.
Don, embarrassed, quickly turned away, but she reached out with her arm and pulled him toward her. "Look, Dan. If you're a man, don't be ashamed of H. Be proud of it. There's damn few of them around these days. I was going with a fellow for two months and all we did was have conversations until one day I caught him in bed with another fellow. Jack may be uncouth, but he's all man."
Dan was entranced by this beautiful girl's frankness and knew that his luck was changing. "Look, Vera. I have to get back to my office, but let me have your address and I'll pick you up this evening, say at seven o'clock."
"No," she said flatly.
Dan's heart sank as he saw himself spending another four miserable months alone at home playing with his dummy.
"I'll meet you at your place, if that's all right with you." Her eyes locked with his and his heart jumped for joy.
"Swell! Here's my address," he said hastily, but very carefully wrote down his address and apartment number. "Seven o'clock. Okay, Vera?"
"Okay, Dan."
"Well, I have to run," he said as he reluctantly pulled himself away from her beautiful, magnetic green eyes that looked at him with all the promises of heaven on earth.
Dan was so excited that he kept looking at his watch every fifteen minutes. As soon as the clock hit five, he raced out of the office, made a quick stop at the drug store for condoms, and then to his apartment for a quick shave and a shower. Then, donning his fanciest pajamas and a chic black and gold smoking jacket, he sat back on the couch and impatiently awaited her arrival.
It was seven-thirty, eight, eight-thirty, and by now Dan had gone through two packs of cigarettes and almost wore the rug out. By eight-forty, he started thumbing through the telephone book looking for Crazy Jack's number, when he suddenly remembered that the idiot didn't have a phone. By nine o'clock he had decided to pick up one of the girlie magazines and release his tensions. Opening the door for the twentieth time, he looked toward the elevator and thought, well, that's that. You can never figure a broad out.
Walking over to the table, he poured himself a straight Scotch, then from the refrigerator in the kitchen he filled his glass with ice. Returning to the living room, he placed the drink on the table, closed the lights leaving only a small lamp burning, and while sipping his drink with one hand, he ran through the pages of the magazine until he found a picture that appealed to him.
"Well, Danny boy," he said aloud, "one thing about a paper dolly, they're dependable."
As he opened his pants and started jerking his cock he heard someone say, "How about saving that lovely thing for me?" The voice was sultry and sexy and from out of the semi-darkened room, a soft silken hand reached out and possessively took hold of his penis.
Dan nearly leaped out of his pajamas. Then he suddenly realized that it was Vera who was standing in front of him. She was stark naked with just enough light on her to expose one of the most beautiful bodies he had ever seen.
She explained, as she finished his Scotch in the glass, how she had to wait until she could get rid of her ex-husband, who would from time to time drop in on her unexpectedly and try to get her to go back to him. That's what made her so late and when she got here, she wasn't sure that he would still be in, so she tried the door and when it opened she saw him so busily engaged in the magazine, and she figured she owed it to him not to waste any more time.
Don grabbed her in his arms and smothered her with, a volley of passionate kisses. "Vera, you're the girl I have always dreamed about, but never met until today."
"You mean you would be willing to give up all those girlie magazines on that table for me?" she kidded as she pulled his pajama pants down and sinking to her knees began licking his cock.
He was so hot he exploded right then and there in her mouth. She swallowed his juice as though it were an egg cream.
"My, you're a hot cock," she said smiling as she got up to walk over to the bed.
Then, giving him a hot sultry look, she lay down cross-wise on the bed, spreading her legs wide open, exposing a thick, hairy pussy. Dan, still a bit weak in his legs from coming, stared at what he saw.
"Come on, lover," she called.
like a moth fascinated by a flame, he walked over to the bed and stared at the sight that had captivated all men since the beginning of Adam and Eve.
"I am not a muff man," he said with his eyes still glued to her cunt.
She smiled, "Never knock what you haven't tried, sweetie. I combed and perfumed it just for you," and she began to wiggle her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion like a snake hypnotizing a bird.
Dan found himself being drawn forward to that dark cavern of mystery. He tried to resist but he couldn't pull his eyes from that fascinating thing that seemed to have a life of its very own.
As he got closer, her legs wrapped around his head and drew him into her. The sweet smell of the perfumed cunt and the smoothness of her silk-like bush acted like a drug that sent him into ecstasy.
"Lick it, sweetie," she purred. "Lick the honey jar."
Dan's tongue found its way past her soft hair into the chamber of love. His tongue slid in and out, finally coming to rest on her clitoris. She quivered and tightened her thighs around his head. Instinctively, Dan knew this was the spot. He began licking it slowly and made her moan.
"Oh daddy, daddy, you're wonderful." Then he began to increase his speed and could feel her beginning to tense up. "Faster, honey, faster. Any second now!"
Dan's tongue beat out a steady tattoo and then he could feel her brace herself as she increased the pressure around his head, like a vise, and with a loud scream began thrashing in the throes of her orgasm.
Dan held his position as he felt her thighs relax and slide down onto the mattress. He pulled his wet, dripping face out and looked down at her. She was a vision of loveliness. There she lay, with the look of a sleeping kitten. He felt proud of himself because he had brought her to such heights of happiness and as he stared at her, he knew that he wanted to marry her. At last he had found the girl of his dreams.
"Vera," he whispered.
Her green eyes opened, looked at him as she smiled, "Oh, you were wonderful, Danny." Then she threw her arms around him, spread her legs and pulled him down between her soft thighs.
"Vera, there is something I want to ask you-" he said.
"Sure, sweetie," she replied as she reached for his penis and feeling it rise, to her touch said, "ahh."
Dan's voice caught in his throat as she pushed his cock into her hot cunt and wrapping her legs around his buttocks cried, "Fuck me, lover, fuck me."
Dan didn't need very much encouragement. This performance went on for six hours. First one way, then another, and another. If there were sixty-nine positions in love making, they tried them all.
Dan lay in bed breathing heavily. He was so drained that he felt another load would give him a heart attack. As she approached him, he quickly shielded his cock like a virgin would her pussy.
"Oh, come on, one more for the road," she begged. "My pussy is hungry. It has to be fed."
"Not every fifteen minutes," Dan blurted out, as he pulled away from her in fear. "Look, Vera, I like to fuck you as much as the next man, maybe even more, but you want too much."
"Oh, shit, you sound like my ex-husband," she said as she got up and poured herself a drink.
"That's the seventeenth one you've had," Dan reminded her.
"What the hell are you, a conscience or something? You know, you're getting to look and sound more and more like my ex-husband."
"You mean the guy that came over to see you tonight?"
"No, not that jerk, the one before him. Or was it the one before that one...? "
Dan sat up with an alarmed look on his face. "How many husbands do you have?"
"Oh, I don't know. Eighteen, nineteen-"
"You're drunk," Dan said as he tried to pull the bottle out of her hand. She raced around to the other side of the bed waving the bottle in Dan's face.
"Yeah, you remind me of, what was that slob's name? Yeah, George."
"What happened to him?" Dan asked impatiently.
"Oh, he dropped dead. In fact, they all dropped dead. They just didn't have enough fuck power. Whee-" She whirled around the room and flopped down on the bed. "Come on, baby, let's fuck! Wanna suck my pussy some more?" she laughed.
Dan suddenly felt sick. A few hours ago he wanted to propose to this girl, and now he suddenly found that she was a nymphomaniac.
"Boy, when it rains for me, it just doesn't rain, it pours! That lousy screwball Jack. Why the hell didn't he tell me?"
"Look baby, how long have you known Jack?"
"Jack who?" she giggled.
"Jack, the guy who introduced us this afternoon."
"Oh, I met him this morning."
"Where?"
"When I was coming out of the clinic."
"Clinic?! " Dan stood up from the bed. "Yeah, honey. You sure you don't want to fuck?"
"No, not now. What clinic?" he asked. "The clinic where I get my shots."
"Shots for what?" Dan asked. "Did someone knock you up?"
"No, silly. Shots for syphilis, gonorrhea, and some ointment for crabs."
"What!" Dan yelled.
"Yeah. Jack gave me twenty-five bucks to see you tonight. But I also had to take care of a few of his friends before I got to see you. He told me to tell you that I was late because my ex-husband dropped in. Hey, honey, how about opening up another bottle? This one's empty."
Dan stared at her and just couldn't believe his ears. For the past six hours, he had been wading in a pool filled with venereal diseases.
"Oh my god," he exclaimed as he got dressed in record breaking time. "You had better be gone when I get back or I'll call the vice squad," he said.
"You lousy fuck!" she screamed and flung the bottle at him.
Dan, too upset to wait for the elevator, ran down the stairs thinking where he could find a doctor at four-thirty in the morning.
CHAPTER TWO
CRAZY JACK'S CIRCUMCISION
The wail of a police car broke through the stillness of the night as it sped toward a rooming house on the seedy side of town.
The hunchback who sometimes acted as Crazy Jack's lover, when pussy wasn't available, wasn't too eager to pull his ass out of bed at four-thirty in the morning to let the police into Crazy Jack's apartment with his pass key. It seemed that someone had heard gun shots coming from the apartment and had phoned the police.
"Most likely the backfire of a car," the hunchback muttered as he turned the key and opened the squeaky door.
The place looked like a cyclone had hit it. There was hardly a piece of furniture in the room that wasn't overturned or broken. As they approached the bathroom, they found the nude flogged body of Crazy Jack with his head deeply wedged in the toilet bowl. Closer examination revealed that his cock and balls had been completely amputated.
The hunchback stared in disbelief, then shrieked, "Oh my god, what kind of a maniac could have done a thing like that?"
By now Lieutenant Condon and Sergeant Cohen had arrived. "It looks like another 'Jack the Ripper' case," Condon said to Cohen as he pulled the submerged head out of the bowl. "It also looks like this time they broke the poor devil's neck."
"Look! He's got something clutched in his hand," said Cohen.
It was almost nine p.m. when Dan pulled up in front of his apartment house and got out of the cab. Half the morning was spent sweating it out in a doctor's office, whom he had rousted out of bed at the ungodly hour of five a.m. to undergo VD tests.
Finally, getting the all clear signal that he was all right, he had dragged his exhausted body into the first hotel he could find and had dropped off to sleep immediately.
As he pushed the button for the elevator, he began to think of a thousand and one tortures that he was going to inflict upon Crazy Jack for setting him up with a contaminated slut like that. Even if it meant risking his job.
As he got to his door, he heard his TV set blasting away. A sudden surge of temper whipped through his body. If that pig is still in there, I'll take her by the back of her goddamn neck and throw her down the stairs.
Quickly unlocking the door he stepped into the darkened room. Before he could reach for the light switch, a strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder and a cold, unemotional voice said, "Police officer," as the lights went on.
To avoid any further doubt, a shield was flashed in front of his face. Dan's eyes widened, but before he could ask any questions, he was informed of his legal rights.
"Just what is this all about?" Dan asked, trying not to show his obvious nervousness.
'Take it easy, son. I'm Lieutenant Condon. I just want to ask you a few questions, that's all. Here, let's sit down," he motioned toward the couch, "where we can both be comfortable."
Dan's mind was racing now. Then the cold unemotional voice cracked like a whip, "Mr. Daley, just what was your relationship with Mr. Goldstein?"
"Mr. Goldstein?" Dan repeated. "I don't know any Mr. Goldstein."
"Otherwise known as Crazy Jack," cut in Lieutenant Condon.
Dan thought fast. What kind of shit did the idiot get me into now? Seeing the impatient look in the lieutenant's eye, he quickly blurted out the whole story from a to z.
The lieutenant gave Dan a hard piercing look, then broke it with a smile. "Mr. Daley, I'm glad to say that you have disappointed me."
Dan looked at him puzzled.
"Disappointed me because you're not the man we want and glad that you're not. I would sure have hated to take a man in on something like this by the name of Daley."
The two Irishmen's eyes met, and a bind of mutual understanding was formed. The lieutenant assured Dan that his presence was not needed and that the only reason he had questioned him was because his name and address had been found clutched in the victim's hand. He also had been assured that he would in no way be involved in this case publicity-wise.
After the lieutenant left, Dan sank down on the couch. He was visibly shaken. He just couldn't get what Lieutenant Condon had told him out of his mind. Imagine being found disemboweled, he thought, actually having your cock and balls cut off. Wow! He shuddered as he reached for something to steady his nerves, then suddenly remembered that Vera had drunk the last bottle of his best Scotch.
Well, it served that degenerated bastard right, he thought, after fixing me up with Miss VD. He probably pulled that shit once too often and got just what was coming to him. Nevertheless, he paused, it's sure a hell of a way to go.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door bell. Who the hell would be calling on me at this hour? It's way after eleven, he thought. Again the bell rang followed by a knock. Putting the chain on the door, he opened it cautiously and looked out. It was Vera.
"Oh no!" he shrieked.
"Open up, I have to talk to you. It's very important."
Dan's first impulse was to slam the door in her face, but after all that had happened, he thought it would be wise to find out what she had to say.
Her first words as she came in were, "I need a drink."
Dan frowned, "So do I, but thanks to you the cupboard's empty."
Sensing the unfriendliness in Dan's tone, she got right down to business. She told him of her having been picked up by the police, the questioning, and the identifying of the body in the morgue. It was one of the worst experiences she had ever gone through.
Dan patiently listened, then looking up at the clock said, "Yes, I know all about it, Vera. I was questioned, too."
Looking up at the clock again, he said with a yawn, "I had a pretty hectic day, so how about going home and letting me get some sleep?"
"You hate me, don't you?" she cut in.
"No, I don't hate you, Vera. It's just that I don't imagine taking a blood test every time I get laid, nor do I like the idea of scratching for crabs."
"You mind if I have a cigarette before you throw me out?" she asked.
"No, go ahead," he answered.
"How about a blindfold?" she asked.
"Now don't get dramatic," Dan's voice hardened.
"Sorry, I'm not used to getting thrown out of men's apartments."
"Look, Vera, one night doesn't make us soul mates."
"You're right," she smiled as she handed him a cigarette from the pack. "I don't like to drink alone or smoke alone."
"Okay, one cigarette and you-promise to go home?"
"Right," she answered, as Dan lit the cigarettes. A few puffs later and Dan could see the walls doing the rumba.
"You drugged me, you bitch!" He tried to get up but fell back on the couch. Although unable to move, he could still see what was going on.
She was on the phone talking to someone, then a few minutes later he saw her opening the door and letting someone in. It was a tall Chinese rat-faced youth who glared down at him with a fiendish looking smile that exposed a row of filthy yellow teeth, and a breath that smelled like it came from the sewer.
Helplessly, he watched them both disrobe him. Then they both got down on the floor in a sixty-nine position and began lopping away at each other. The door again opened and in came more characters. Everyone was screwing everyone else in every which way.
Finally, Vera and the Chinaman approached Dan. Together they pulled him onto the floor. It was useless to struggle as the drug had left him powerless. Producing a Polaroid camera, they took pictures of him from every embarrassing angle they could think of. Then for a finale, they brought in a large dog. He looked like a mixture between a boxer and a St. Bernard. His cock and balls were almost the size of a man's, and when they turned Dan over on his knees and elbows, he knew to his horror what they had planned for him.
Holding him in position, the Chinaman gave the signal and the obviously trained dog mounted Dan from behind, wrapped his huge paws around his shoulders, and with saliva dripping from his jaws onto Dan's neck, he rammed his huge swollen cock into Dan's dry ass, in and out like a drill. Dan knew that he was screaming with pain, but no sound came from his throat. The drug had also affected his vocal cords.
As the dog's large balls kept bouncing against Dan's ripped open ass-hole, Vera kept snapping pictures while a few of her depraved guests jerked off. After the dog finally spent himself, the Chinaman released Dan. He immediately sank to his stomach.
He could feel his rectum all wet, but didn't know if it was the dog's scum or his own blood, or a combination of both. He could feel everyone in the room standing over him. Some were applauding, others were laughing. Then Vera and the Chinaman turned him over on his back. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Vera with a pair of scissors in her hand.
"Oh no!" he attempted to scream, but nothing came out.
Reaching down, she grabbed his limp cock in her hand, lifted it, and with a wild revengeful look in her eyes, swooped down with the scissors. Dan screamed with everything he had, then passed out.
A good part of the hour had gone by before Dan awoke with a start! He was almost afraid to look down on his missing manhood, as he lay there nude on the floor.
Suddenly, he was strangely aware that there was no pain. As he bent fearfully forward, he was overjoyed to find that his masculinity still hung in the same place, a bit bruised, but nevertheless still there.
'Thank god," he muttered to himself, for he surely had thought that she had beheaded him. Rising slowly from the floor, he felt an uncomfortable sensation in his rectum. Reaching backward, he painfully withdrew a tightly rolled piece of paper that had been stuck up his rear. As he unrolled the brown coated paper, he saw boldly scribbled in lipstick a farewell message from Vera.
"No one throws me out and gets away with it. I hope Rex really gored your ass raw, you bastard. P.S., I cut a lot off your bush as a souvenir. Ha-ha. Drop dead. Vera."
He gazed at the note, then quickly looking down noticed that a chunk of hair had been cut out. So that explains the scissor bit, he thought, as he headed for the medicine chest to put some lubricating jelly on his irritated rectum.
After a cold shower and something to eat, he suddenly bolted to an upright position in his chair. What about those Polaroid pictures that she had taken of him? Did she intend to blackmail him? Or keep them for a souvenir? Would she phone him, or should he phone her? Dan's mind raced back and forth.
Finally, he decided on the old adage, 'Let sleeping dogs lie.' The decision wasn't very hard to reach, especially when he remembered that she had never given him her name, address, or telephone number.
Two weeks had elapsed since the untimely demise of Crazy Jack, and all the weird things that had followed. It was a bright beautiful sunny day and the calendar stated Thursday, July 3rd. It was going to be a long fourth of July weekend, and Dan was faced with the same old problem-where to meet a girl.
Then he thought of a character he had known back home who used to boast that he didn't have to wait all week until Saturday night to start living. Every night was Saturday night for him. He also used to say, 'you have to have brass if you want to get ass.'
Maybe that's what's been holding me back, not enough brass. It is kind of silly when you think of it, that the average person waits all week just for that one big overcrowded Saturday night and then usually winds up in a bar with a bunch of other frustrated people, or goes home alone to weep on his or her lonely pillow.
Walking over to the window, Dan looked out of what he suddenly felt was his prison cell. Outside he could see hordes of beautiful women of all sizes and shapes, walking up and down the crowded avenue.
"That's it!" he snapped his finger. "I'm going to do something that I never had the guts to do before. I'm going to try picking them up."
After the usual, 'Have a nice weekend,' formalities were exchanged, Dan slipped out of the building via the stairway, thus avoiding the overcrowded elevators, or the chance of running into anyone from the office.
Once out on the sidewalk he felt like a free man. Throwing back his shoulders, he crossed the street and entered O'Connor's Bar. Twenty minutes later, well fortified for the task at hand with three shots of Scotch under his belt, he made his way into the busy street.
He didn't have to wait long when he spotted a gray-haired big bosomed woman with one of the largest asses he had seen since he had been in New York.
His pants got tight as his eyes bulged in their sockets. I would give a week's pay to get into her, he thought, as he automatically began to follow her. He knew that she was old enough to be his mother, but a stiff cock has no conscience.
Dan began to think of all the possible approaches yet all seemed corny. Suddenly, she headed toward the Central Park Zoo. Could she be meeting someone? He continued to follow, fascinated by the way the cheeks of her enormous ass moved from side to side as she walked.
Once inside the zoo, she stopped and leaned her arms on the railing of the seal pool. A girlish smile played on her face as she watched the seals splashing about in the water.
It wasn't until then that Dan pulled his eyes off her ass and looked at her face as he nonchalantly stood a few feet along side of her.
She had classical features, the real aristocratic looking type, about five feet eleven, not counting the two inch heels which made her an inch taller than Dan.
Boy! She must have been a raving beauty when she was younger, he thought, as he studied her features. Not that she's not quite a piece now. His eyes noticed the large diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand and wondered who the lucky bastard was that was getting into her.
She was strictly Park Avenue, he thought. Then his eyes fell back to that big tempting ass and he decided this was it. Now or never. Remembering his old buddy's slogan, 'You have to have brass if you want to get ass.'
"Frisky little fellow," he smiled as he casually looked into her face. "I come here from work almost every day just to look at them," he lied. "They sure have the life. They don't live just for that one big day of the week, Saturday, like most people do. They believe in enjoying themselves every day."
To himself he thought, well Danny my boy. you shot your load of shit, let's see if it landed. Looking up at her, he gave her that big Irish smile of his and looking into those big brown watery eyes of hers, he knew that he must have her.
There was a long silence that caused Dan's heart to sink. Then, like the rainbow suddenly breaking through the clouds, she too smiled and said, "How true."
That's it, Dan thought. I've got a toe hold, now I'll go for the ass hold. "By the way, I don't want you to think that I'm trying to pick you up."
"Aren't you?" She gave him a sharp look and smiled. "But you have polish, so I don't mind. You would be amazed if I told you of the approaches used by some of the creeps that have tried to pick me up."
Dan found himself also fascinated by the way she spoke. She obviously was well educated and possessed a great deal of charm. "Would you care to join me for some iced coffee?" suggested Dan.
She looked at her watch then said, "If you don't mind, how about joining me for dinner? Andre, my cook, will never forgive me if I didn't show up for dinner. He's making me one of his special recipes tonight."
Dan was overwhelmed by her suggestion. "I'll hail a cab."
"No need to," she smiled. "I live across the street."
From the park, Dan looked at the big white building. As they approached the entrance, the doorman greeted her with a smile. "Good evening, Mrs. Dawson." The response from the elevator man was the same.
Boy! To live in a pad like this, she must be loaded, Dan thought as they got off the elevator on the twenty-first floor penthouse apartment. The door opened and a uniformed butler greeted them.
After a delicious dinner by candlelight, they sat down on the sofa. Dan knew that he would have to play this deal cool or he could blow the whole thing.
"By the way, I feel a little silly, but with all the interesting conversation, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Dan Daley," he smiled.
"And mine's Edna Dawson," she smiled, as she threw a friendly punch towards his balls.
"Hey!" He looked at her in bewilderment.
"Don't think I didn't notice you peeking at my fanny," she said, smiling. "Do you like it?"
Dan's penis nearly broke through his pants.
"I think it's too large," she said as she looked at it in the mirror.
"Are you kidding?" Dan answered as he jumped up from the sofa and pushed his hungry dick between the soft cheeks of her lightly clothed ass.
"Oh Danny, that's some flagpole you've got there. But first let me get rid of Briggs, the butler, and Andre, so we can have the place to ourselves."
"Hurry it up," Dan said with a lustful grin. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this hungry beast in my pants under control."
"Oh, you wild passionate cock," she Grinned as she ran out of the room.
Dan took off his pants and admiringly looked at his nine inch monster in the richly jeweled mirror that decorated the wall over the sofa. Maybe I can even get money out of this deal, he thought, smiling, as he stroked the torch that would be welding them together as one in a matter of moments.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, she came in. "Well, I finally got rid of ... oh!" she gasped as she looked at Dan's half naked form.
Dan beat his chest and gave a Tarzan yell. "Me man, you woman," he clowned.
Then, rushing toward her he spun her around, pulled her dress up over her head with his left hand while his right pulled down her panties.
"Wow, you are a hot one, aren't you?" she said smiling, as she quickly stepped out of her panties and let him remove her bra.
Dan couldn't wait any longer. He rammed his bursting cock straight into her soft luscious ass. "Ah," she gasped, "it hurts so good."
Then grabbing her big naked tits in his hands, he began to pump in and out. She instinctively berit over and began working her ass-hole like a fist, opening it when he plunged in, tightening it when he pulled out. She felt his hands tightening on her tits, and knew he was getting ready to come.
Beads of sweat began to drip from Dan's face. He felt that this was going to be a block buster. Then with a good long push right up to the hilt he yelled, "There she blows!" Immediately, Edna clamped her ass muscles and squeezed tightly. Wham! He came like a bolt of lightning.
"Very nice, very nice," a familiar voice congratulated them from behind.
Edna twisted around so fast that she knocked Dan to his knees. Looking up from under her bush, his eyes met Mr. Fletcher's, his boss. For a moment he felt that someone had kicked him in the solar plexus.
"You've got your goddamn nerve to come sneaking in here," she yelled.
"I'm still legally your husband," he retorted.
"Well, get the hell out of here!" she yelled, as she pushed him out of the room.
Dan just sat there on the floor, dumbfounded. He could hear them arguing with each other, then he heard the heavy slam of a door. Edna came in cursing mad.
"That dirty pig! He thinks that any time he wants to, he can come walking in here like it was Grand Central Station. Well, he'll get a big surprise when he finds the locks have been changed." Noticing the sick look on Dan's face as he sat bare-assed on the floor, she stopped. "What's the matter?"
Dan didn't answer. He was thinking that out of all the millions of broads in New York, he had to pick up Julius Fletcher's wife.
"Oh, come on now. It's not that serious," she said as she began pulling him up from the floor and on to the sofa.
Lady, it is that serious, he wanted to say. Everything I worked so damn hard for since I got to this city went with that load. But there was nothing to be gained by telling her. After all, he had been caught with his pants down.
"Do you want a drink or something?" she asked.
"No," he said, smiling feebly as he looked up at her. "Look, Edna, I don't feel very good. Would you mind terribly if I took a rain check?"
She glared down at him for a moment. He thought she was going to blow her top, then she nodded her head. "I understand. His walking in here like this really upset you. Well, before your conscience begins to bother you, I want you to know that we haven't been living together as man and wife for some time. The simple truth is that the old bastard can't get it up any more and, well, you understand, don't you, Dan?" She looked at him like a cow would look at a bull when she wanted to get fucked.
Dan understood the look and quickly got up from the sofa and put his pants on. She sighed as he tucked his cock carefully into his pants.
"When will I hear from you?" she asked, looking hungrily at him.
"I'll phone you tomorrow," he said as he quickly put on his jacket and made for the door.
"Good night, Dan," she waved.
He didn't answer as he closed the door, nervously lit a cigarette while waiting for the elevator, then headed home. What a way to spend the holiday with no job to go back to, he thought.
Suddenly, he remembered the old axiom, you've got to have brass if you want to get ass. If brass got him ass, maybe it could get him back his job again, he thought. After all, it's obvious that I'll be fired when I get back Monday, so what the hell do I have to lose? Looking in his wallet, he found the boss's address. It's around here anyway, so what the hell!
Five minutes later Dan was ringing the door bell of Mr. Fletcher's apartment. I don't know just what I'm going to tell him, thought Dan, but I'll think of something.
The door swung open and a colored girl asked, "Yeah honey, what do you want?" The greeting was a little unusual for a maid, and since when do maids wear evening gowns, he thought.
"Is Mr. Fletcher in?" he asked.
"No, honey. I expect him in any minute."
She was about five feet tall, real sexy looking with good sized breasts and a solid build.
The phone rang and she said, "Would you like to come in and wait?"
Dan walked in as she ran into the other room to answer the phone. Suddenly, he had an idea. He yelled in, "I'll call back some other time," then slammed the door hard as he sneaked into a closet that he had spotted when he came in.
He heard her come back into the room and say, "What a character! Didn't even leave his name."
Then the door bell rang three times. He could hear her open the door and then heard Mr. Fletcher's voice. Pushing the closet door open about a half inch, he could see them walking into the bedroom together, arms wrapped around each other's waists.
It wasn't until he heard the bed creaking before he tip-toed into the large well furnished bedroom. There, lying nude on his back was old man Fletcher. He was telling her how he had caught one of his employees fucking his wife and how he would use this as evidence in getting out of payments that he was giving her while they were separated.
Why, the hypocritical old bastard, thought Dan, as he watched her pour a golden brown liquid on his limp four inch cock.
"Nothing like maple syrup to make a salty tasting cock taste sweet," she whispered as she rubbed it between his legs and in between the cheeks of his ass.
Dan's cock rose and he began to breathe heavily as he watched the action. In less time than it takes to tell, she was out of her black and silver evening gown and placing her cunt, which also had been rubbed with maple syrup, on old man Fletcher's face.
While she swooped down like a bat and engulfed his small balls with her big lips, he groaned in satisfaction. It was the old sixty-nine position with a new ingredient added to give it taste.
Dan had a hard time keeping from jerking off. Now her lips released his tiny balls and grabbed his small limp cock like a bird grabbing a worm in its beak, and began sucking it with a vengeance.
"It's going up, it's going up!" Old man Fletcher cried as he madly began to suck her heavily syruped cunt.
That's when Dan made his big entrance. He walked over to the bed and stared down hard into the eyes of Mr. Fletcher. Mr. Fletcher stared back at him like he had just been electrocuted. His face with the long gooey black hairs hanging out of his mouth was really something to see.
Then Dan turned and walked out of the room, slammed the door as hard as he could and ran down the stairs out into the street. He turned the comer fast, stopped, lit a cigarette, then laughed to himself.
"Well, with what I've got on that old bastard now, hell never fire me," he said to himself. Looking up at the star-studded sky, he said, "Danny, my boy, it looks like you're going to have a fine holiday after all."
CHAPTER THREE
HAYSEED HICK
Here it was Monday again as Dan pulled his tired ass out of the bed and knocked off the alarm. Boy! What a weekend, he thought, as he recalled how he had spent it all with Edna, alias Mrs. Fletcher. He didn't tell her what he had found out about her husband. That was his own little insurance policy. Yeah, tall luscious-assed Edna, he smiled as he patted his nine inch cock.
"Well, enough of this shit or I'll never get to work this morning," he said aloud.
An hour later found Dan in his office. No matter how hard he tried to relax, he felt as jumpy as a bullfrog. I wish that old bastard would get in here so we can have this shit out once and for all, he thought.
It was well after ten and Mr. Fletcher had still not come into his office. He must be playing a war of nerves game with me, hoping I'll crack and go running into his office and kiss his ass. Well, fuck him. I've got all the aces, so let him come crawling to me.
Suddenly, the intercom rang. "Mr. Fletcher will not be in," said the flat monotonous voice of Mr. Fletcher's personal secretary, Marge Evans. "He has gone to Bermuda and won't be back for two weeks."
"Thank you, Miss Evans," Dan answered, trying not to show any emotion in his voice as he hung up.
"Hot diggety!" he shouted. "I have won. I have the old bastard on the run."
For the next few days, Dan was really living it up, coming into the office late and going home early, and spending almost every night with the boss's wife.
A week of this carefree living had gone by when the intercom in his office rang. "Mr. Hopple to see you," said the receptionist.
"Mr. Hopple?"
The door flung open and there stood Elmer Hopple, the red-haired, freckle-faced, six foot three hayseed from back home who, according to his own reports, had screwed every farmer's daughter in their home state, and several neighboring ones.
"I tried to stop him, Mr. Daley," the obviously upset receptionist tried to explain. "He completely ignored me and..."
"That's all right," Dan said, "he's an old buddy of mine from back home."
Elmer turned and looked down at the little gray-haired old woman who was somewhere in her fifties. Suddenly reaching down, he grabbed her around her waist, lifted her up to him and planted a big wet kiss on her shocked face, then gently putting her down gave her a pat on her fanny and said, "You can go back to your typewriter now."
She didn't have to be told twice. She ran out of the room. Elmer kicked the door shut, then swinging around he said, "You old Irish sonuvabitch, how've you been?"
Dan rushed forward with arms extended and both swung each other around.
"Elm," he shouted, "you old cunt hound! What are you doing in New York? Boy, you sure scared the shit out of my receptionist, you old mother-fucker," Dan kidded him.
"Well, you know me. I'll fuck anything that shits between two legs."
Both exchanged friendly punches on the shoulder with each other as they laughed.
"All kidding aside, Dan, you sure look like you've landed your ass into a good job. Your own office, a receptionist, and your name on the door. All in four months. What did you do, put out for the boss?" he smiled.
"Well, not exactly," Dan answered, quickly changing the subject. "What brings you to the big city, Elm?"
"Well, you know I have been working in the Sheriff's office back home and in my spare time I have been taking a mail order course in becoming a private investigator."
"You, a private eye?" laughed Dan.
"No, really," Elmer said, suddenly getting very serious. "It's very interesting work. Very scientific and all that."
"Well, to each his own, pal," laughed Dan. "Have you got a place to stay?"
"Yeah, I checked into a flea bag in the West forties right off Broadway where all the action is, and man, I'm really going to have a blast. This town's crawling with stuff. Look, Danny, let's you and me celebrate my first day in."
"Well Elm, it so happens that I...."
"Come on," Elmer cut in. "Call her up and tell her that your old Aunt Minnie just blew into town and you have to take her out to see the sights."
"Well...." Dan paused.
"Come on, pal." Elmer cupped his hands together pleadingly.
Dan's face broke into a smile. "Okay, you win."
"That's more like my old buddy. Look, Dan, I've got an address to a couple of chicks that have been highly recommended by a friend of a friend." Pulling out his little black book, he thumbed through it quickly. "These chicks are Hawaiian. Both are showgirls and are supposed to be knockouts. Here it is. Tammy and Lola."
"Sounds real sexy," whistled Dan jokingly.
"Is it okay to call from up here?" Elmer asked.
Dan paused, knitting his brows in thought, then quickly replied, "I think it would be better to make the call from a public telephone booth downstairs. Being that you made such a big impression on my receptionist, she'll probably be listening to every outgoing call that's made while you're in here."
"Got you, pal," Elmer grinned, as he rushed out.
A little variety won't hurt, Dan thought. After all, I have been banging Edna almost every night since we met and besides it's only right for me to spend his first night with him together in New York, even if he doesn't line anything up.
Dan knew the receptionist wasn't going to listen in, but he wanted to get Elmer out of the office so he could make the phone call without him horsing around. Elm was a prince of a guy, but he could turn from a prince to a prick in one minute flat when women were the stakes.
After a fast call to Edna, which she wasn't very happy about, he sat back in his big leather swivel chair and awaited Elmer's return. Once again, the door flew open and in came Elmer, this time minus the receptionist tailing after him.
"Danny, we're all set," he grinned. "We meet them on the West side of the street at 50th and Broadway at nine p.m. sharp."
"Swell," said Dan, "but that gives us four hours to kill."
"I've got that angle covered," Elmer replied. "It's nearly five now, so we'll get out of here, have a few sandwiches and beer, then hit one of those girlie movies on 42nd Street to get into the mood, and by the time we get out, it's nine o'clock."
"Sounds good," replied Dan, as they made for the elevator.
Dan and Elmer arrived at 50th Street and Broadway right at nine sharp. "Boy," Dan said, "if we see half the action from these babes that we saw in those pictures, I'll be more than satisfied."
"Don't worry," Elmer reassured him. "We'll do even better. Look, that looks like them now," he said as he made a bee-line for the corner. "Are you Lola and Tammy?" he asked with a big smile on his face.
"Yes, and you're Dan."
"No, that's Dan," he pointed, "I'm Elmer."
"Oh, I'm Tammy. This here is Lola."
By this time, Dan had approached. He looked a bit shy and sensing this, the one called Lola reached out and wrapped her arm around his. "I like the shy type," she smiled.
"And I go for the big type," said Tammy. "Wow, you're a big one!" she stared up at Elmer.
"Yeah, that's not the only thing that's big about me, baby," he bragged.
She looked up at him and asked, "Is that a promise or a threat?" They all laughed as they started walking.
Lola was about five foot three, but well built. She wore a white flower in her jet black hair and her bright red thin blouse revealed quite a large bosom. Her yellow skirt revealed an unusually large wide ass for a girl her size.
Tammy, who was also about the same height, wore the exact opposite. A yellow blouse with a bright red skirt. Both girls were built very much alike and both were beauties.
"Where would you girls like to go?" asked
Dan.
"Well," answered Lola. "We could go to the penny arcade, and we could go to a movie and from there we could go dancing and then probably think of another dozen places to go to, but the truth is we have a show to do at midnight and it's now nine-thirty, so I suggest that we do what comes naturally for the next two and a half hours."
Dan stopped in his tracks, finding it hard to believe that he had heard right. But Elmer took the hint.
"I'm with you, Lola," he quickly agreed, as he yelled for a cab.
"Oh look, there's Renee," said Tammy as another beautiful shapely Hawaiian beauty came walking up Broadway.
"Let's take her with us," suggested Elmer.
"Hey, Renee!" he yelled as he held the cab door open. The others joined in and all together they yelled, "Reneee!"
The startled girl looked up and seeing her girlfriends motioning to her to join them, smiled and ran toward the cab. Two and a half minutes later found all five of them in the hotel room that Elmer had checked into earlier that day.
"Welcome to Elmer's cat house," he laughed as he grabbed Tammy by her big tits and pulling off her blouse began licking away at them.
Dan and the two other girls stood and looked at him. Sensing this, Elmer pulled his lips off Tammy's nipples and yelled, "What are you all, virgins? Come on, we have only two and a half hours. Let's live it up."
His large positive yell broke the ice and Dan pulled down his pants, and Lola started undressing. Renee stood there.
"What's the matter?" yelled Elmer.
"Well, I haven't a man."
"Baby, I have eleven inches that says you have. Take it off," he yelled.
She smilingly obeyed.
It was quite a spectacle with Lola lying on top of Dan with her cunt in his mouth and her lips around his cock and Tammy sucking his left ball while Renee sucked his right ball. The excitement was so great he screamed as he felt his hair standing up on his head and his toes curling.
He felt as though his very soul was being sucked out of his body.
The girls increased their speed as he increased his screaming. The way he was lying and being held, he couldn't push them off or free himself from their delicate but masterful grips that all three had on him. He felt that he was going to be drained dry by these three vampires. He reached a pitch and for a moment thought that his heart was going to give out. Then wham! Out it came, and the girls kept sucking.
"Stop!" he cried. "Stop, you're killing me!"
They literally had him by the balls and they knew his protests and threats meant nothing. How many times they had forced him to come this way, he had no way of knowing.
After the fifth load, he had passed out completely. When he awoke, he felt that every ounce of blood had been drained out of his body. Where the hell was Elmer, he thought. Why didn't he come to my rescue when he saw that this thing had gotten out of hand? Looking over at the other bed, he could see Elmer lying there with his legs apart, out like a light. They had both had their balls drained, Hawaiian style.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE HARD STORY
After that ordeal with those two broads, plus a forty-eight hour layoff period, as Dan stated to Elmer, sexual relations were once again ready to be resumed. Dan had not called Edna in the past two days and when he did, Briggs, the butler told him that she had gone out of town. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that this sudden leaving town was a lot of shit.
That evening Dan hired a car and waited a few doors up the street from Edna's apartment house. He didn't have to wait very long. She came out of the building walking very fast. Dan slid down in the seat of the car so that she wouldn't see him as she hurried by. Something's cooking, he thought.
Knowing that he couldn't follow her through the crowded Manhattan streets by car, he jumped out, locked the doors, and took after her. "Well, I'll be damned," he said to himself as he saw her walking into the same building where Mr. Fletcher had his apartment.
Could she be back together again with the old man? He wondered. This I have to know. Social-wise as well as business-wise.
Dan gave her about five minutes, then going upstairs he listened at the door. Not hearing anything, he gently turned the knob and as luck would have it, the door was not locked. Slowly pushing the door open, he tiptoed in. From the bedroom he could hear moans of delight. So the old boy is back and she returned to the golden goose, he thought, as he peeked into the bedroom.
Then Dan got the shock of his life. There, lying nude on his back, with his legs wrapped around Edna's waist and his eleven inch cock stuck all the way up into her cunt was Elmer. Dan turned from shock to rage. As he was about to run over to the two double-crossers and start pounding hell out of them, a voice singing the Capetown Races headed toward the room from the direction of the kitchen. Dan automatically ducked behind a large side board and watched in fascination as Maple, the boss's colored sweetheart, came walking in nude with an artificial cock strapped to her groin.
She got into the bed behind Edna and then kneeling on her shapely knees, spread the cheeks of Edna's ass wide open as she pushed the artificial dick all the way in to the hilt. Dan's fury melted, as his cock went up like a flagpole.
Edna was lifting herself up and down like mad on Elmer's prick while Maple, keeping in perfect rhythm with her, kept pumping into her ass from behind.
"Come on, pussy," urged Elmer from beneath. "I can't hold this load back much longer."
"Here I come," said Edna as she increased the speed of her pumping.
"Ride 'em cowboy," yelled Maple, on top with her artificial dick plunged deep into Edna's ass.
Edna gasped as she exploded from within, then caved in on Elmer. By the look of the expression on his face, he must have come, too. He cursed Elmer as he crouched behind the dresser, unconsciously patting his swollen cock.
The pyramid of nude, spent flesh lay there almost lifeless for a few moments, then Edna turned her head slightly behind her and as if by signal, Maple pulled herself out and jumped off the bed.
"He won't be any use to you for a while, honey, so let me fill in for him," she smiled as she helped Edna roll off Elmer and onto her shapely back.
"The bed is wide enough, so we don't have to push him off," Maple smiled, as she readjusted her artificial cock, then mounted Edna whose long outstretched legs spread open to receive the mechanical monster.
Dan cursed silently, as he watched Maple playing the male role. First, she played slowly with Edna's pussy, obviously strumming away at the clitoris. Then when Edna began to grip the bed with her hands and toes, she increased her speed. In and out, in and out until Edna gave out with a wild, passionate scream, and at the same time grabbing Maple around the neck pulling the smaller girl down on top of her and closed her lips around her mouth while her thighs clamped shut on the artificial cock that had brought them to such a pitch.
Dan lay propped up against the wall; his pants were open and the sideboard dripped from scum. All this sexual excitement had gotten the better of him and had forced him to relieve himself, against his better judgment.
Realizing that physical mayhem was impossible in his now weakened condition, he silently tip-toed out of the bedroom, and quietly closed the door behind him.
It was a sleepless night for Dan. He just couldn't figure out the puzzle. No matter from what angle he examined it, he just couldn't figure out how Elmer got to meet Edna, nor how Edna got to know Maple, or was it the other way around?
"Damn it!" he shouted, as he plunged his fist into his palm. "I know he couldn't have gotten their addresses from me. I had them memorized and destroyed before Elmer got into New York. Yet, that red-headed prick somehow slid into the driver's seat and knifed me in the back.
"Well, I'm supposed to meet him at my office today at eleven, so I'D play it cool and see if I can trip him up."
Being as he was already up, Dan figured he may as well get into the office early and catch up on some long neglected work, something he had not been doing for almost two weeks. He arrived at nine-thirty and was greeted in the hall by Ralph, the porter.
"In kind of early today, Mr. Daley."
"Yeah," he smiled impatiently. "I have to catch up on some extra work." Nosy bastard, he muttered to himself, just because I have been coming in at eleven for the past few weeks and then when I come in early, I have to give explanations to the whole world.
Finding the door locked, he grumbled aloud, "Even the damn receptionist has me clocked. She probably doesn't get here until ten to eleven."
Fumbling around in his pockets, he found his office door key, unlocked the door,-and walked in. On the reception desk was a half opened purse and an overturned typewriter with all the papers scattered wildy about the floor. Seeing his office door ajar, Dan picked up a paperweight from the desk and ran in. He could hardly believe his eyes.
There sitting propped back with his pants off in Dan's swivel chair was Elmer and sitting on his naked lap with his rod all the way up her lovenest was his grand-motherly looking receptionist.
"Why, you two-faced motherfucking degenerate!" Dan roared, as he smashed the paperweight to the floor.
The terrorized receptionist quickly pulled herself off Elmer's lance and jumped out of his lap. She didn't even stop to explain, but just ran out of the office.
"Now take it easy, old man," Elmer said, putting up, a bold front as he started to pull himself up from the chair.
"No you don't!" yelled Dan, as he swung his clenched fist right into Elmer's jaw. The impact was so strong that it knocked Elmer right out of the chair onto the floor.
As Elmer slowly began to rise holding the overturned chair for support, Dan knocked him down again with another punch to the jaw, then jumping on top of him and pinning his arms down with his knees, Dan grabbed him by his hair and began banging his head against the floor.
"I didn't know she meant that much to you," cried Elmer through his now swollen jaw.
"I'm not interested in that old fart!" yelled Dan as he held Elmer tightly by the hair. "I want to know how you got to meet my boss's wife and how Maple fits into all this!"
Elmer's eyes widened in surprise.
"I saw the orgy you three put on last night at his place, so don't you try to deny it. I'll give you exactly one minute to tell me the straight story or so help me...! " waving his fist in Elmer's face. "I'll start in by breaking your nose, then knocking your teeth out one by one."
"Okay, I'll tell you. Let me up," pleaded Elmer.
"No, you just stay as helpless as you now are until you piss it all out. Go ahead, talk," he held his raised fist menacingly.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell. Just don't hit me any more."
"Go ahead, talk!" shouted Dan.
"Well, when old man Fletcher stumbled in on you screwing his wife, he figured you were his out for separation payments, but when you caught him with Maple, it blew his whole plan. So, checking your employment application form, he found my name on it as one of your references from your home town and also that I had been working for the Sheriff's office part time assigned to investigations. He phoned me and said that he wanted to see me ... So that's why he suddenly left town, huh?" said Elmer.
"Never mind. Just keep talking," Dan warned, as he shook his fist.
"Well, as I said, he wanted to see me and he told me he would pay my way around New York and make it well worth my while if I could blow the deal between you and her and then let his private detectives catch me with his wife and take the necessary pictures. That's all there is, Danny."
Dan's eyes blazed as he looked down at the battered face of his one-time buddy. "You two-faced bastard! I ought to kill you. For twenty pieces of silver you were going to sell me out."
"Ah, Danny..."
"Shut up!" Dan yelled, as he raised his fist in a threatening gesture. "Of course it never occurred to you or bothered you that once he got that evidence I would be out of a job. Thrown out on my ass because I no longer had anything on him."
Seeing the rage on Dan's face, Elmer didn't dare say anything.
"Okay, all is not lost. It looks like I nipped it in the bud just in time," Dan thought, quickly pulling himself off Elmer.
Dan asked, "Where's the boss now?"
Elmer hesitated then started to get up. Dan quickly bent down, picked up the paperweight and holding it over Elmer's head yelled, "I'm not going to ask you again."
"He just got in. He's upstairs in his private office," blurted out Elmer.
"Okay, now get the hell out of here and out of my life. If I ever see you again, I'll kill you.
Get out!" He raised the paperweight again menacingly as Elmer got into his pants and without bothering to zipper them dashed out of the room.
Dan followed outside. Not seeing the receptionist, he placed the call himself. Edna answered when Briggs told her it was Elmer.
"Listen carefully, I'm doing both of us a favor. Your husband hired Elmer to set you up for a raid by some private dicks. Maple is in on it, too. So, my advice to you is keep your ass clean from now on if you want to keep collecting from the old boy."
Before she could say anything, he hung up. That was phase one, now for phase two. Taking the seldom used stairs, he walked up to the top floor of the Fletcher Building where Mr. Fletcher had his private office.
Hearing voices, he swung the door open and there lying back on the large mahogany desk was Miss Evans, the boss's private secretary and in between her thighs, Mr. Fletcher's bald head was working feverishly up and down as he lapped away at her juicy cunt.
"Ahem, ahem."
Miss Evans jumped up from the desk, knocking Mr. Fletcher to the heavily carpeted floor. Twisting around, to his horror, Fletcher for the second time had been caught by Dan with the evidence dripping from his mouth.
"Sorry to interrupt your lunch, Mr. Fletcher, but Mr. Elmer Hopple wanted me to convey this message to you. Because of situations beyond his control, he regrets to inform you that he had to leave your employ and go back home."
Slamming the door behind him, Dan walked out, smiling to himself. Well, you did it again, Danny my boy!
CHAPTER FIVE
FEEL FREE TO
Vacation time was rapidly approaching, so Dan kept his nose to the grindstone. He hadn't run into Mr. Fletcher since the incident and didn't particularly care to, nor did the receptionist ever return after being chair-screwed on that eventful day.
The next few days were taken up with arranging vacation schedules and interviewing receptionists. Finally, after two days of screening, he picked what he considered a very attractive creature. Her name was Beverly Johnson, just in from Chicago.
Quite a difference from that old fart that was here before, he thought as he welcomed her into the firm and explained her duties. Now, with that done, he would have some time to figure out where he was going to spend his vacation.
The next few days found New York in the grip of an overwhelming heat wave and Dan, like so many others, was grateful for the invention of the air conditioner.
Every spare moment he had was dedicated to looking through the various resort brochures, and as he did so, passionate thoughts flashed through his mind as he pictured himself screwing all those beautiful women whose photographs appeared in the colorful resort advertisements. Finally, V-Day had arrived and his long awaited liberation from the hot city was at hand.
A final check, to make sure that his subordinates knew exactly what to do during his absence, and then with a big smile on his face and his jacket over one arm, he waved farewell as he made for the elevator. Once outside, he noticed that the heat wave had broken, as cool breezes once more filtered through the canyons of the stone jungle of Manhattan.
Taking a deep breath, he felt like a million. "Ah, there's nothing like being free," he sighed. Then, turning toward the entrance of the Fletcher Building, he crossed his right arm over his left arm in a 'fuck you salute' and said, "And that's for you!"
Dan was quite proud of himself as he sat lazily back on the couch with his legs outstretched puffing a cigarette and looking at some more resort brochures that had come in the mail, while at the same time thinking of the terrific job that he had done at the office and how, when he got back, he was going to hit old man Fletcher for a raise.
The ring from the telephone interrupted his thoughts. "I hope it's not some dumb bastard from the office calling me to ask some stupid questions about the assignments," he muttered, lifting the phone from the cradle.
"Hello," he said in an unfriendly tone.
"What's the address of the place where the dance is being held tonight?" an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone asked. Dan paused, and again the voice repeated the question.
"What is this, some sort of gag?" Dan asked.
"It's no gag. The ad in the paper says, 'Gala dance tonight, select group, college grads only'. "
Dan's mind raced quickly. "What paper did you say you saw it in?"
"I didn't say," the voice replied, "but it's on page twenty-seven in the News."
"Hold it a minute," Dan said as he quickly thumbed through the paper. There it was in broad black type: 'Gala Dance Tonight, Select Group, College Graduates Only. For address, please phone so and so.' It's my number all right, except for the last digit. Once again lifting the phone, this time in a much friendlier tone of voice, Dan said, "Sorry pal, but you got the last number wrong. You dialed three instead of two."
There was a pause on the other end. Then the voice said, "Oh, I'm sorry."
"That's okay, pal," Dan laughed good-naturedly as he hung up.
Yeah, it looked like a nice day and he had fourteen of them, all dedicated to having a good time.
As Dart went back to the couch and began looking at the brochures again, he began to think of the phone call and the dance that was scheduled for this evening. I wonder, he thought, could this be fate's way of telling me that I should look into this? After all, I didn't plan to leave town until tomorrow afternoon. What the hell, maybe I'll give this thing a whirl.
Picking up the paper, he gingerly dialed the number and a rather sexy voice on the other end gave him an address to one of midtown's most prominent hotels.
"It starts at nine p.m., " she said.
"I'll be there, baby," he laughed as he hung up, "with balls on."
"Yes, this just might be something," he said to himself, as he rubbed his penis visualizing what the female voice at the other end of the line looked like.
CHAPTER SIX
NO REST AT THE RESORT
A full moon hung lazily over Manhattan that evening as Dan, in his new blue suit, watched all the beautiful young things walking into the hotel lobby. Boy! This sounds like Shangri La, he almost yelled, as he made his way into the crowded lobby and got on line behind a big platinum blonde who was wearing one of those open back dresses.
Wow, he said to himself as he stared at her. Then his eyes fell to her wide inviting ass. Her dress was so sheer that he could see the folds of her cheeks protruding through it.
Dan's penis couldn't resist an invitation like that, as it almost tore through his pants. Slowly, he began pushing up against her, taking full advantage of the pressing crowd behind him to use as an excuse if she said anything.
Much to Dan's surprise, she spread the cheeks of her huge ass and Dan could feel the head of his cock sinking in between them. She had given him complete carte blanche, while keeping up a steady line of conversation with her two girlfriends, never once turning around to look at him.
Beads of sweat dripped from Dan's forehead, as he pumped in and out as fast as he dared, being careful not to make it too obvious to the rest of the people on line. Just as he was about to pop his nuts, a stupid sounding voice said, "Are you a college graduate?"
"Yes," the girl in front of him said, as she spread her legs and pulled away, leaving Dan standing there with an enormous hard-on.
"Are you?" the dopey sounding voice started to ask.
"Yes, I am," Dan answered quickly straining his neck to see which way she was going.
'That will be five dollars."
"Okay, okay," he answered as he nervously pulled out his wallet and dropped the five dollar bill on the table.
"Don't forget your ticket," the voice called after him.
Dan ran back, picked up the ticket, and then began searching for his mysterious girlfriend, but he knew that even if he did see her, there were many girls wearing open back dresses and besides, he never did get to see her face. He was so busy with her ass-hole, that he wound up being the ass-hole.
"This way to the dance," a uniformed guard called out as he pointed toward the elevators.
And once again, Dan enjoyed the brief contact of a female posterior in the tightly quartered elevator as it rocketed upward to the twenty-eighth floor where the dance being held.
As the elevator door opened, Dan saw the enormous ballroom cluttered with beautiful women. He quickly decide' not to waste am time, as he noticed the stag line of hungry looking guys gaping at the girls.
Schmucks! he said to himself. They'll never get anywhere standing there like that. You have to be aggressive if you want to meet women.
Putting his philosophy into action, Dan approached a gorgeous looking redhead, who was standing talking to her girlfriends.
"How about a dance?" he asked.
She gave him a look as though he was something that had crawled out from under a rock. "Get lost!" she said, turning her back on him and continuing her conversation.
"Why, you dirty..."
"Hold it," a voice behind him said. Dan quickly turned with his fists raised to defend himself.
"Take it easy. I'm on your side," a thin, emaciated looking fellow with thick eyeglasses said, holding out his hand in friendship.
Dan looked at his hand, then at him. "I know how you feel, friend," he said. "But take my word. These bitches aren't worth getting beaten up for."
"What do you mean, beaten up?" Dan asked with a temper in his voice.
"Those two bouncers over there," he tilted his head toward the two gorillas standing against the wall in dinner jackets.
"They don't look so tough," Dan said boastfully.
"Don't let their clothes fool you. Both are ex-prize fighters and in a place like this, the woman is always right."
"Well, I guess you're right," Dan said, cooling down a bit and at the same time wondering if this guy was a fag trying to pick him up.
"You have a big resort crowd here tonight," he explained, "and if you're not in the clique, well, you don't stand much of a chance of meeting anyone."
"How are these resorts?" Dan asked. "I was thinking of spending my vacation at one of them."
"Save your money, friend," he answered. "They're nothing but a rat race like this, with room and board. Believe me, I've been to all of them. You meet the same independent shit that you meet here." Looking across the room, he said, "There's a broad I know. See you, pal." Before Dan could answer, he melted into the crowd.
Dan eyed the redhead with venom, then looking at the two bouncers, decided to forget it.
The next girl that he asked to dance was a little better mannered.
She at least said, no thanks.
History kept repeating itself until Dan began feeling like a leper. "Maybe I'd better cut out of here before I blow my top and punch one of these stuck-up shits in the mouth," he muttered angrily as he headed toward the exit.
Just as he was about to leave, a friendly female voice along side of him asked, "Are you from Tamarack?"
Dan's head turned and he found himself looking into a beautiful pair of dark brown eyes.
'Tamarack?" his voice rose questioningly.
"Yes, aren't you Herbie Miller, Dave Palmer's friend from Bensonhurt?"
Dan paused, not quite knowing how to answer the question.
"Well, aren't you?" she asked, her voice showing a sign of impatience.
Dan thought quickly. If I say no, she will walk away, so I'll play it by ear. "Yeah, I'm Herbie Miller," he smiled.
"Well, it sure took you a long time to come to that decision," she said. "Don't you remember me? I'm Lila. We met at the casino up there."
"Oh, yeah," Dan answered.
"You know, I shouldn't even be talking to you."
"Why not?" Dan asked cautiously.
"Because you take a girl's telephone number and never call, that's why."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I had meant to call you, but I had misplaced your phone number, and..."
"Well!" she interrupted. "You could have gotten it from Dave. All he had to do was ask Marsha. She would have given it to him to give to you."
"Yeah, well-" Dan felt himself being pushed up against a brick wall, and he knew damn well that if he wanted to get to know this curvaceous, sexy-looking five foot two brunette with those gorgeous dark brown eyes, that were already sending messages to his reproductive organs, he would have to work his way out, but fast. "Well, I'll tell you the truth," he said, looking squarely into her beautiful dark eyes. "I was afraid to call you."
"Afraid?" she asked, her voice taking on a sound of new interest.
"Yes," he answered, "because you're the kind of a girl that's not just a one night deal."
"What kind of a girl am I?" she asked, looking now very seriously at him.
"Well, you're the kind of a girl that makes a man want to marry her, and at the time I just wasn't ready for marriage."
She looked deep into his eyes, with a rather puzzled look on her face. "Are you giving me a fine, Herbie?"
"I swear it," he said, "just as sure as my name is Herbie Miller."
"But you had the biggest reputation at Tamarack for being a wolf. Why, you even tried to get my best girlfriend, Marsha into bed with you only fifteen minutes after you walked me to my door."
Dan thought fast, then his voice took on a serious tone. "Look, Lila, a man is only a wolf until he meets the right girl."
"Are you trying to teO me that...."
"Yes," Dan said, as he stared down into her beautiful face. "It was love at first sight."
"Well then, if it was love at first sight, how come you had such difficulty remembering me when I came over to you?"
Think fast, Danny boy, he said to himself. "Well, I was so shocked when I saw you again that I just didn't know what to say."
'Then, why did you admit that you were Herbie?" she asked, the puzzled look returning to her face once again.
"Because I decided that if it's my destiny to meet you again, who am I to fight fate?"
Boy, what corn, he thought to himself. But he could see from the expression on her face that she was eating it all up and enjoying it.
"Am I forgiven, Lila?" he asked, with a boyish look on his face.
"Oh, Herbie, I just don't know what to say," her eyes glistened lovingly at him.
Dan could see that he had hit the target, but he also knew that if he didn't get her out of there fast, he would be running the danger of exposure.
"Are you with any of the gang?" he asked, holding his breath as he waited her answer.
"Well, I am with two other girls, but no one that you know. However, I expect Dave and Marsha to drop in this evening. They knew that I would be here and said that they would give me a lift home if I didn't meet anyone."
Dan's mind raced rapidly. "Oh, oh," he wailed, putting his hand to his head.
"What's the matter?" she asked, looking frightened.
"I just remembered!"
"What?" her curiosity mounting by the second.
"That I left my brand new raincoat on the rack at the coffee shop just before I came up here. Look, Lila," he said, looking desperately at her. "Will you do me a favor and leave with me now. I don't want to lose it and every second counts."
"Well, I did promise Dave and Marsha that I...."
Seeing the pleading look on Dan's face, she didn't bother to finish the sentence. "Well, I guess an emergency is an emergency." a
"Good girl," Dan smiled. "You don't have a coat or anything in the check room, do you?" he asked quickly.
"No," she answered, "but I should at least tell my girlfriends that I'm leaving."
Dan paused, then looking appealingly into her eyes and said, "Remember what you said, an emergency is an emergency."
"You're right," she answered. "I'll phone them tomorrow and explain."
Dan's stomach bobbed about nervously as they made their way hand in hand toward the elevator. His only fear was running into her friends before they got out of the place. He pressed her hand reassuringly as the elevator descended to the main floor. As the door swung open, a chorus of voices rang out.
"Surprise!"
"Oh, it's them," Lila said.
Dan's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Damn the luck, he thought to himself, another lousy minute and we would have been out of here.
"Herbie, I want you to meet John and Alice."
Suddenly a ray of hope broke through the clouds.
"Hi, fellow," the tall, lanky studious looking type that was introduced as John waved.
"That's not the Herbie that you met at Tamarack, is it?" Alice asked.
"In the flesh," Lila smiled.
"Well, I want you to know," she said looking crossly at Dan, "that the least you could have done was to have phoned her."
"Now, Alice," Lila interrupted. "It's all right. He explained the reason."
Dan coughed uneasily as he looked at his watch.
"Well, if you're willing to buy his story, it's okay with me," she answered, giving Dan a suspicious look. "But why are you leaving so early?"
Dan gave Lila an impatient look and she quickly answered, "I'll phone you tomorrow and explain everything."
"Well, before you break the sound barrier," retorted Alice, "do you have a second to tell me if Dave and Marsha are upstairs?"
"No, but they should be here any minute."
Dan forced a smile as he broke into the conversation. "Well, nice meeting you people. So long," he waved, gripping Lila's arm firmly as he headed her toward the main entrance like a thief who had just stolen the crown jewels.
Alice, looking after them said, "Well, if I live to be a thousand, I'll never understand women. The poor sap waits four weeks for that ass to call and leaves every weekend open for him, and he didn't even have the courtesy to phone."
"He seemed like a nice sort of chap to me," answered John.
"Oh, you men," she said, glaring disgustedly at him. "You always stick together, no matter what."
"How far is this place?" Lila asked, as they got into a cab.
"Oh, it's on the other side of town," Dan answered as he pushed in next to her.
"Where to, Bub?" the cab driver asked.
"Er...." Dan paused. "Let us off at Lexington and 51st."
"Do you know where it is?" she asked.
"Yes, it's right around there. I will know the place once I see it."
It took a sharp bit of maneuvering to get her out of the dance the way he did. Now he knew that he would have to pull something equally clever to keep the farce going.
"I want you to know that I appreciate your leaving with me the way you did," Dan said with a serious look on his face.
"Don't be silly. It's the least I could have done."
"Lexington and 51st," the driver called out.
Dan carefully held the door open for Lila as she got out of the cab. Then, swinging the door shut, he gave the driver a bill and said, "Keep the change."
"Thanks, sport," he answered as he pulled away from the curb.
Dan, looking up and down the block hopefully, spotted a restaurant. "This way," he said, holding her arm as they walked toward 53rd Street. As luck would have it, there were two restaurants on the same block. "This is it," Dan said as he held the door open for her.
Once inside, he headed toward the booths, making a convincing search for his non-existent raincoat.
The waiter, seeing this, rushed toward them. "Did you forget anything sir?" he asked.
It couldn't have worked out better if it had been rehearsed. Dan said, "Yes, I forgot my raincoat. It was a blue one."
The waiter said, "Let me check with the cashier to see if anyone turned it in."
Dan pretended nervousness as he watched Lola's reactions through the corner of his eye.
"I'm sorry, sir," said the waiter, returning with a disappointed look on his face, "but nothing has been turned in. Would you like to leave your name and phone just in case?"
Dan thought quickly. "Well, yes, that's a very good idea." Pulling out a ball point pen from his breast pocket, he quickly scribbled a phony name and phone number on the slip of paper that the waiter had handed him.
"I'm sorry you lost your coat," Lila said, looking sympathetically at him.
"Oh, that's all right," Dan said, putting a brave smile on his face. "It was worth losing a coat just to meet you again." Lila smiled back at him as they walked out into the street.
"Where would you like to go, Lila?" he asked.
"Well, we could go back to meet Marsha and Dave," she answered enthusiastically.
Dan regretted that he had asked. Thinking quickly, he said, "Do you mind if I become very selfish and want to spend the evening only with you?"
They both laughed as they nonchalantly started to walk up Lexington Avenue.
Dan knew (hat unless he knocked her off tonight, exposure would be imminent. As they strolled arm and arm along Lexington Avenue, Dan looking up at the moon said, "What a beautiful night for romance."
She smiled in agreement as his arm encircled her waist possessively. Then, pulling her toward him, he gave her a hot, passionate kiss right on the mouth. Surprisingly, she responded immediately by throwing her arms around him and for a few moments Dan felt himself sailing through space.
"Get a hotel room," some punks in a passing car yelled, breaking the heavenly spell. Dan wanted to yell out for them to go fuck themselves, but checked himself in time. Lila was blushing and looked away from Dan.
"Aw, c'mon, honey," he said, "don't let those jealous punks spoil our evening."
"You're right," she said, looking up at him, eyes aglow.
Dan could tell she was happy. Maybe those punks had something there with that hotel crack. Putting his arm once more around her waist possessively, and hers around his, he said, "Maybe those punks had something there when they said, hotel room."
She stopped cold, pulled her arm off from around his waist and in no uncertain terms said, "Forget it."
Dan paused then smiled. "I was only kidding, honey."
"Look, Herbie, I admit I do like you a lot, but remember one thing, I'm not a whore."
"Sure, sweetie," he smiled at her. "I never thought for a moment that you were."
She looked searchingly into his eyes, then feeling he was sincere, she relaxed as he once again put his arm around her waist and they continued to walk.
Strike one, he thought to himself and there are too many people around to try anything in the street. And if she won't go to a hotel, he reasoned, she sure as hell wouldn't go to my place. That means I'll have to make my move when I get her home.
As they strolled toward the subway he said, "How about heading home?"
She looked a little surprised at his suggestion. Then, with a somewhat philosophical look said, "Okay."
The ride in the subway was interesting, as Dan let her do all the talking and she sure could talk. He had found out, by the time he had gotten her home, that she had been married to some character for about a week and then he upped and left her. The marriage had been annulled, she assured him, but it was a painful memory in more ways than one.
When they got to her place, he was surprised that she was sharing a furnished room with her mother, who, by a stroke of luck for him, was in the hospital getting over a hysterectomy. The place was old-fashioned and run down, but clean. She explained that her mother was a fanatic when it came to keeping a clean apartment.
He also learned that her father, an ex-jailbird, was separated from her mother by mutual consent and it was just her mother and her who shared the room.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked, as she hung up his jacket.
"Coffee? Er, do you have something stronger?"
"No, my mother doesn't believe in having anything stronger than that around the house," she said looking searchingly at him.
"Well, she sounds like a very nice lady," Dan said.
"She is," Lila quickly assured him.
"Well, she must be to have such a sweet daughter like you," he said smiling.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she smiled.
Okay, Dan thought, looking around the room quickly, this is it. Its already near one a.m. so I'd better go for broke.
Walking over to her from behind, he pushed his hard-on up against the crack of her soft behind and embraced her large tits with his hands and then began kissing the nape of her neck. She offered no resistance and from the way she was breathing, he could tell that she was getting hot.
Turning her around, he pulled her towards him and began soul kissing her and she responded. It was only when he dropped his hand to her pussy that she pushed him away violently from her.
"I told you I wasn't a whore!" her voice raised in anger.
Dan, putting a serious look on his face said, "I know you're not, but when a guy's in love with a girl, it's only natural that he wants to make love to her."
"Love? You mean that you're in love with me?" she asked with a dumbfounded look on her face. "But how could you? We hardly know each other."
Dan, still maintaining his serious look said, "Didn't you ever hear of love at first sight."
"Well yes, but...."
Before she could finish the sentence, Dan closed in on her, kissing her passionately, his hand dropping once again down to her pussy. This time she offered no resistance as his hand slipped between her panties and he began fingering her.
"Oh Herbie," her voice rose in passion, as her body began to tremble from his rapid fingering movements. "I love you, too."
That's what Dan had been waiting for her to say. He knew that once she had committed herself into saying those three magic words, she would have no excuse to back out.
Quickly pulling his hand out from under her panties, he began to pull down his pants and remove his shorts. Lila looked at him dumbfounded as he stood standing in front of her with only his shirt and tie on.
"Well, Lila, what are you waiting for?" he asked. "You said you love me."
"Well, I...."
Dan, seeing that she needed more persuading, embraced her once again, then slowly began pulling down her panties while he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Then, pushing his rigid cock between her outstretched legs, he began pushing it in, when all of a sudden there came a loud knock at the door followed by a whistle.
"Oh, that's my father," she almost yelled.
"Your father?" Dan's heart stood still as his cock dropped out of her pussy.
Again the knock at the door. Dan looked at her frantically. "Maybe he'll go away."
"No, he knows I am home. He can see the light in the door, and besides, he has a key. Just a minute," Lila called out, as she quickly bent toward the floor and began pulling up her panties.
Dan quickly put on his pants, then realizing that he forgot to put his shorts on, quickly threw them under the bed as Lila opened the door.
Her father, a big husky bruiser with short-cropped gray hair, gave Dan a hard look as he walked in. Dan feigned an innocent smile as Lila introduced him to her father who quickly looked at the bed. Then noticing it was unruffled, relaxed the hard look on his face to a friendly smile as he shook Dan's hand.
"We just got home from the dance, Dad," she said. "What brings you around at this time of night?"
"I was just passing by," he said, "and when I spotted the lights on from outside, I thought I'd drop in to say hello."
"Do you want some coffee?" she asked.
"No, I just had a snack. I have the car double-parked outside." Looking at Dan, he asked, "I can give you a lift if you're leaving now."
Dan knew by his tone what he meant, so quickly taking the hint, he asked for Lila's phone number, which she eagerly gave him. Then saying good-night, he left with her father, who drove him to the subway.
Thanking him for the lift, he walked through the turnstile, thinking to himself, how close he had come to getting laid and then-
"Oh well, there's always tomorrow," he said aloud, as he pulled out the telephone number she had give him and looked it over carefully.
Or will there be a tomorrow, he thought, if she finds out that I am not Herbie. Then, visualizing himself in the embrace of her nude body, he unzipped his pants and pulled off a quick load on the deserted platform, coming at just about the same time as the train.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SQUIRREL ON THE MAKE
It was early Saturday morning when Dan awoke. After a fast cup of coffee and a shower, he decided that perhaps he could still salvage the deal.
Reaching for the phone number Lila had given him, he sat back, studied it, then lighting a cigarette, carefully dialed her number.
"Hello," a sleepy voice on the other end answered.
"Hello, Lila. Rise and shine. This is Herbie."
There was a long pause then as Dan's heart stood still. She suddenly came alive. "Oh, Herbie. I'm so sorry about last night."
"That's okay," he good-naturedly brushed it aside. "It was just one of those things. What do you say we meet for dinner in Manhattan and then really spend the day together?"
"Well," she paused, "my father is bringing my mother home today from the hospital and...."
"Look baby, if you don't want to see me, just say so!" Dan said, purposely turning on the pressure.
"Oh no, I do want to see you," she answered eagerly.
"Good, now that that's all settled, how about four p.m. in the lobby of the hotel on 50th Street and Seventh Avenue?"
"Make it four-thirty," she said.
"Okay, honey," he answered. "Four-thirty it is. See you, baby," he blew her a kiss and she responded.
Putting down the phone, Dan began to whistle. Now this is the proper way to start a holiday. She's eating it right out of my hand. Now, if no one tips her off that I'm not Herbie, then I'm in for sure, he smiled as he admired himself in the mirror.
Four-thirty p.m. found Dan anxiously awaiting her in the lobby of the hotel. Four-forty, quarter to five, and still no Lila! Damn it, he mumbled. She must have found out the truth and isn't going to show up. I'll give it another five minutes, then I'll scram, he thought, looking up at the huge clock on the wall. Then his heart leaped as he saw her coming in through the door.
"Oh, Herbie," she said as he rushed forward to meet her. "I'm sorry I'm late."
"Forget it," he smiled. "The important thing is that you're here."
It was quite obvious that she hadn't learned the truth yet, so Dan knew that this deal was in the bag for him.
"Look baby," he said, as he led her over to a group of chairs on the other side of the lobby, away from the desk clerk. "I'm going to the men's room right down here, and I'll be back in a jiffy."
Making sure that she couldn't see him, Dan registered for a double room for Mr. and Mrs. Herbie Miller. Then walking up behind her, he put his two hands over her eyes and said, "Guess who?"
"Prince Charming?" she answered, and they both laughed as they walked outside into the street.
"Where to, baby?" he asked. "Wherever you say."
Dan smiled and felt like saying, let's go up to the hotel room and skip all this bullshit, but he knew that by using polish, he would slide into her soon enough.
A good dinner at a steak house, more conversation with Dan, letting her do all the talking, as they sat rubbing knees together under the table, then a movie and a few cocktails at a fashionable bar, then once again outside in the street. Dan started walking with her in the direction of the hotel where they had met earlier.
"Where are we going?" she asked nonchalantly, as she smelled the lovely orchid that Dan had just bought her from one of the Broadway vendors.
"Are you kidding?" he answered, almost sarcastically.
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at him. "You mean...? "
"Yes, baby," he answered, looking seriously at her.
"And what would happen if I said no?" she asked, looking back very seriously at him.
Careful Danny boy, he thought to himself. This is the big psychological moment. Don't blow it. "Well, I would tell you," he said, knitting his brows, "that you were a very nice girl and that I enjoyed your company very much and that it could have really led to something more serious."
"Meaning marriage?" her voice rose questioningly.
"Yes, even marriage," he answered, almost believing it himself as he said it.
She paused, then in what seemed like a life time answered, "All right, I'll accept your ultimatum."
He was glad in one way, yet in another way he felt like a louse. But a stiff cock has no conscience and the loveliness of her body quickly stifled any qualms that he may have had.
After walking a few steps with her in silence he said, "Look Lila, if you don't really want to, then forget it." Nothing like a little reverse psychology to get them anxious, he thought. "There's not going to be any fun in it if you're going to act like you're going to the electric chair."
"I'm sorry," she smiled. "I didn't mean to be a wet blanket."
As they walked into the hotel lobby, the first thing Dan noticed was Lila's father with a paper bag in his hand, and along side of him was a fellow and a girl. From Lila's description, it had to be Dave and Marsha.
Her father, seeing them, pulled the shorts out of the bag that Dan had hurriedly thrown under the bed the night before, and came running toward him yelling, "You phony sonuvabitch, I'll kfll you!"
People in the lobby screamed as Dan made a run for the door, with her father and the other fellow in hot pursuit. Rushing out into the crowded street, Dan almost knocked several people over, he knew as he started running zig zag through the crowd.
"Look out," he yelled, having no time to stop and try to explain. They were out for blood, his blood.
Seeing a cab taking off from the curb, Dan pulled the door open and running along side yelled to the startled driver, "Police officer!"
The cab slowed down just enough to let him in. Slamming the door shut, he yelled, "Straight ahead and skip the lights. This is a police emergency."
"Yes sir," the driver answered.
Luckily for Dan he wasn't the type that hesitated to ask questions, as he gunned the car down the avenue covering a half dozen blocks, then swinging left toward Sixth Avenue at Dan's order.
Looking back behind him, he saw the coast was clear. Whew! That was close, too damn close, he breathed heavily.
"Okay, cabbie, you can leave me off at this corner."
"Yes sir," the cabbie answered, bringing the cab to a sudden halt.
Dan gave him a five dollar bill and said, "Keep it," as he turned and walked away.
It didn't take too much of an imagination to figure out what had happened. After her old man brought her mother home from the hospital, they must have found his shorts under the bed. Then, phoning her girlfriend, found out that he wasn't the real Herbie. Obviously, she must have left a note telling them where she was going to meet him. Her father simply put two and two together, checked the hotel register, the finding out that they didn't use the room yet, waited with her friends until they got back.
Boy, that sure was a close one, he shuddered. Needing something for his jangled nerves, he walked into the first bar that he came to.
With five shots of Scotch under his belt and renewed courage, Dan emerged from the bar and started walking toward Broadway. Twice in two days fate had cheated him out a sure fuck and he didn't like the idea of going home to a lonely apartment to jerk off.
Standing on the busy corner, he watched the flow of life passing by him and wondered where he could fit in.
"Hey cat," a voice from behind him called. Turning, he saw a medium height character wearing dark sun glasses and sporting a pointed beard approaching him. "I've been watching you," he said, "and you look like a squirrel on the make."
"A squirrel?" Dan repeated, in a tone that showed he wasn't quite sure what the innuendo meant, at the same time looking him over carefully, wondering what his game was.
"Yeah," he explained. "You know squirrels. They're always looking to bury their nuts in some hole and you impress me as being one."
"What gives you that impression?" Dan asked, as he looked suspiciously at him, wondering if he was a cop.
"Oh, just instinct, that's all. There's plenty of stuff floating around in the street," he said, ignoring Dan's suspicious look. "But if you pick the wrong one, you can get your head handed to you. By the way, my name is Sex Symbol. What's yours?"
Dan felt like turning around and walking away, but there was a remote possibility that this character could lead him to something. "Errol Flynn," he answered.
"Say, you're not related to that late movie actor, are you?" he asked, as he drew closer, obviously impressed.
Boy, this guy is really dense, Dan thought, as he backed away to avoid the garlic smell that emanated from his mustard-stained lips.
"No, only name-wise," he answered gingerly. "Do you know of a place where I can meet someone?" asked Dan with a phony smile of friendship on his face.
The character looked behind him as though someone might be listening to what he was about to say. "Pal, I got more broads than a dog's got fleas. Don't judge me by my clothes. It's just that I don't like to bother dressing up, that's all."
"Oh, I understand that," Dan said, looking at his torn shit brown-colored sport jacket with scum stains all over his pants. "Why the dark glasses?" Dan asked.
"It gives me a different perspective and also brings out my charm, get it?" he asked.
"Yeah, I get it," Dan answered, regretting that he had asked. "These women that you were talking about...." Dan paused.
"Sex. Just call me Sex. like I said, that's my handle."
"Yeah, well Sex," Dan repeated, "these women you were talking about, how does one get to meet them?"
"Meet them? Don't you want to fuck them?" he asked, looking at Dan as though he was some sort of a curiosity.
"Well," Dan said, gritting his teeth to hold back his temper, "you have to meet them first, don't you?"
"Oh man," he looked up at Dan in amazement. "You're from prehistoric times. You don't go through all that shit these days."
"What do you do, rape them?" Dan asked impatiently.
"Man, there's chicks out there in that crowd that want to get fucked more than you do. You just have to know how to pick them, that's all."
"And you know how," Dan said sarcastically.
"Man, with me it's a science. I'm a regular meterologist."
"A meterologist?" Dan asked.
"Yeah, I can take one look at a chick and I know whether. Ha-ha, get it?" he laughed.
"Yeah, I think I'm beginning to get it," Dan answered, thinking to himself, I'd better take off, this guy is just a nut.
"Okay pal, I'm going to show you how I operate. Just follow me."
Dan hesitated. Well, I spent this much time listening to him bullshit, I may as well spend a few more minutes with him. Who knows, maybe he's on the level. After all they say truth is stranger than fiction.
"Okay, lead on, McDuff,"
"The name is Sex, Sex Symbol," he reminded Dan, who smiled at his ignorance.
The Port Authority Building loomed straight ahead as Sex Symbol led the reluctant Dan through the busy terminal. As Dan was about to ask him what he had in mind, Sex stepped in front of two teenagers that were walking by.
"How would you girls like to go bowling?" he asked with a toothy smile.
"What with.' Your two balls, mister!"
"Oh, a couple of wise bitches," he said, sneering after them.
Dan watched as he again made his pitch, walking toward a girl who was looking at a waitress wanted sign in the luncheonette window.
"Looking for a job?" he asked, putting a very sincere look on his face as he approached her.
The girl looked up at him, a bit startled. Then looking at Dan who was standing a few feet away, looked back at him. "Are you affiliated with this place?" she asked.
"Affiliated?" Sex threw his head back and managed a convincing laugh. "I'm the manager."
"Oh," she said, relaxing her obvious tenseness.
"Have you had any experience in this line of work?" he asked, once again maintaining a sincere air about him, as. his eyes took in her well shaped body.
"Well, to be perfectly honest with you," she said, brushing her long blonde hair backward over her head nervously with her hands, "I never did this type of work before."
"I see," he said, looking her over carefully. Her clothes were neat but worn, and from the tattered satchel that she held in her arm, he could tell that she was down on her luck. "Did you just get into town?" he asked.
"Yes. As a matter-of-fact, I just got off the bus."
"You must be starved," he said. "Well, I haven't...."
"Consider yourself my guest," he interrupted as he pulled the satchel from her hand. "By the way, this is my assistant manager, George Prescott."
"Pleased to meet you, sir," she said. Dan's face flushed as he nodded. Boy, this sonuvabitch has some line of shit, he thought to himself, as they began walking.
"Aren't we going inside?" she asked, looking at the luncheonette.
"Oh, there's plenty of time for that. What's your name?" he asked.
"Helen, Helen Peterson," she answered.
"Well, Helen, consider the job yours. And don't worry about your lack of experience, you're good for two hundred and fifty a week, not counting tips."
"Two hundred and fifty a week not counting tips!" her voice rose in astonishment.
"Yeah, you'll make much more once I break you in," he said, turning his head as he winked at Dan through his sun glasses.
Five minutes later found them in a cheap spaghetti joint on Ninth Avenue. Sex was talking a mile a minute and Dan could see from her expression that he had her completely bullshitted. Catching a glimpse at Dan's impatient look on his face, he decided to bring this deal to a head.
"Let's drink a toast to Helen's new job," he said as he filled her glass with some more beer from the bottle. "Did you drop that, Helen?" he asked pointing his left hand toward the floor. As she bent her head down to look, Dan noticed him slipping a pill into her beer with his right hand.
"I don't see anything," she said, bringing her head up.
"Oh, it must be some dust on my glasses," he said as he ran a paper napkin over them. "Well, here's to our girl, Helen," he said as they all raised their glasses. "May this drink bring us all closer together." Dan caught the significance of that crack as he watched her innocently gulp down the drugged beer.
A few minutes later, she didn't know whether she was coming or going.
"That stuff you slipped her," Dan said, "are you sure it's safe?"
"What stuff?" Sex asked.
"Look, don't try shitting on me," Dan's voice rose in anger. "I saw you slip something into her beer."
"Oh that," he answered. "Well, you wanted to get laid, didn't you?"
"Yes, but drugging a girl...."
"Look, Errol," Sex interrupted, "what's the difference if you drug them with bullshit or with a tablet. It all boils down to the same thing, doesn't it?"
Dan knew that there was a damn good answer to that question, but before he could give it, Helen, who was now beginning to feel the full effects of the aphrodisiac, pulled her dress up to her navel, revealing a large pair of shapely milk white thighs, which she spread wide apart and giggled.
"Let's fuck," she said. "Last one in is a rotten egg."
"Well, do you agree with me or would you rather sit here and argue the point while she rapes both of us?" Sex asked.
"You win," Dan answered as conscience and fair play lost out to lust.
The waiter, seeing that they were getting up to leave, rushed over to the table and hastily made out the check. "Take care of it, Errol," Sex said. "The stock market left me a little short this week."
Dan wanted to tell him to cut the shit, but instead reached into his pocket for his money clip and paid the bill, making sure to leave the open-mouthed waiter, who was staring at Helen, a good size tip so that he wouldn't get any ideas like phoning the police or trying to interfere.
Sex smiled and said, "You're okay, Errol. You're a real sport."
"Yeah, I know," Dan answered. "How do we get her out of here?"
"Just grab one arm around her waist and I'll do the same on the other side, so that she will be between us when we start walking."
"I don'! want to leave," Helen said. "I want to stay here and fuck."
"Come on, baby," Sex said, putting a big phony smile on his face as he threw his arm tightly around her waist. "There's a fellow waiting for you outside with a cock a yard long."
"Oh, then let's go," she yelled almost dragging them to the door with her: "Where is he?" she asked as they got outside. "Hey, you with the yard long cock, where are you?" she called out, looking up and down the street.
"Now what?" Dan asked nervously as he tightly held her around the waist.
"Where's your pad at?" Sex asked.
As much as Dan wanted to get laid, he realized that once the drug wore off, there could be hell to pay. And besides, he didn't trust Sex any further than he could spit.
"I don't have one. I, too, just got into the city this evening."
Sex gave him a dirty look, obviously not believing him. "Well, do you want to lay her in the street?" he asked sarcastically.
Dan felt like belting him one for that crack. "No, but can't we get a hotel or something?"
"Hotels that don't ask questions cost extra bread," Sex answered studying Dan's face carefully.
"Okay, so I'll pay it," Dan answered.
Obviously pleased with Dan's decision, Sex said, "Come on, down this way. Once this stuff really hits it will take a dozen guys to handle her."
Together they half dragged and half carried the loud talking girl into a cheap looking flea bag on Tenth Avenue.
"Hold on to her," Sex said, "while I speak to the clerk."
As soon as Sex walked away, she lunged for Dan's cock, grabbing it tightly in her hand. "Ouch!" he yelled, grabbing her wrist and twisting her hand loose from it.
"I want it," she yelled.
"Okay, baby, okay." Dan tried to get her as he held her arms tightly pressed to her sides. "Be a good girl. We're going to-"
"I don't want to be a good girl," she interrupted. "I want to fuck!"
"Okay." Damn it, what's keeping him, he thought, as she began yelling and trying to kick him.
Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to hold her much longer, Dan was just about to yell out for Sex when he appeared. Together, they herded her toward an oily looking character sitting behind a broken down filthy looking desk.
Sex exchanged a few words of Spanish with him then said, "Okay, it's all set. Give him twenty-five dollars."
"Twenty-five dollars for this shit!"
"Easy," Sex cautioned, "he understands English."
Dan was really pissed off as he once again pulled his money clip out and handed the twenty-five dollars to the clerk who pointed to a door down the hall.
It was a hell of a job getting her into the room, as she kept kicking out wildly at them and grabbing for their cocks. Once inside the room, they threw her on the bed, then jumped back awaiting her attack.
Instead, she began giggling and started to undress. Within a minute, she was sitting up on the edge of the bed with her shapely legs wide apart, fingering her pussy and looking at them like a wild animal in heat.
"Being that you paid the tab, Errol," Sex said as he stared nervously at the wide-eyed man-hungry looking girl sitting there looking at them like some sort of Frankenstein monster, "you can have her first. Take all the time you want, m be sitting in the lobby, so just take your time. I'm in no rush."
"I bet you're not," Dan answered sarcastically. "Are you sure you don't want her first, old buddy? After all, I don't want to take advantage of the situation."
"No, no, it's okay, I'll wait," he said hurriedly closing the door behind him as though he had expected a bomb to go off at any moment.
Dan felt peculiar as he looked across the room at this nude, staring female, sitting there on the edge of the bed watching him like some wild jungle cat ready to devour him at any moment.
As he slowly began removing his clothes with his eyes carefully riveted on her, he could not help but wonder just who was going to rape who. The circumstances of the entire situation were so unusual that for the first time in his sexual career, Dan was approaching a female without a hard-on.
Seeing the dead meat hanging between his legs, she swung her body on to the middle of the bed, stretched her arms over her head, gripping the bed posts as she lay there on her back slamming her large inviting thighs open and ! closed, at the same time parting her lips and looking passionately at Dan.
His dead cock suddenly sprung to life at the sight of this irresistible temptation and all previous thoughts and precautions vanished, as he quickly mounted her and sunk his torch into her volcano. Almost immediately, they both erupted together.
Dan wanted to relax after that big splashing load, but he quickly realized that he who rides the tiger does not dismount. Clamping her left hand around his neck in a wrestler's hold, while her right hand parted the cheeks of his ass, she inserted her long fingers deep into his rectum. "Ouch!" he screamed. "What the hell."
"Lay still," she snarled with such ferociousness that for a moment Dan actually was afraid of her. "Lay still," she repeated, "or I'll rip your ass-hole out with my nails."
Dan could see by the look on her face and in her eyes that she meant it. If he tried to force himself free, those nails of hers could tear his rectum to pieces.
"Okay, baby," Dan said, trying to humor her, "but I need to rest before I can get it up again."
"I'll get it up for you," Helen said, as she began working her fingers in and out of his ass-hole in a rapid motion.
Dan wanted to protest, but suddenly the feeling that she brought on became so overpowering that he just lay there on top of her and began enjoying it. Goddamn, he thought, so this is what a fag. feels like when he's getting pumped in the ass.
It was so exciting that Dan got two hard-ons, one after another and exploded them into her as rapidly as they came up. She kept shooting like it was the fourth of July. Every time she came she would say, "Oh daddy, oh daddy!"
Fucking her was real wild. Every time he would shoot a load she would spread the cheeks of his ass with one hand and finger him, while with the other hand she would massage his loosely hanging balls at the same time, blowing into his ear and burning his lips with her hot passionate kisses.
Dan had completely lost count of how many times he had come. She had taken complete charge over his penis and was now using it like a gasoline pump to fill her forever empty tank; Forcing him to come again and again, whether he wanted to or not, by her manipulation of his sex organs.
"Come on, baby," he begged. "I can't keep doing this forever. I'll drop dead."
"Fuck!" she ordered, giving Dan a menacing look as she pricked his ass-hole lightly with one of her nails.
"Owl" he yelled in sudden pain. "Okay, okay, I'll try, but don't claw me again," he heard himself begging.
My god, he thought to himself as he began to feel his heart pounding like a hammer and the room lights going dim. If I don't pull out, she'll drain the very life out of me. It's better to risk a torn ass-hole than certain death, he thought.
Suddenly, the door opened and Sex stuck his head in, "Hey Errol, did you have enough?"
Helen, seeing fresh blood enter the room, pushed Dan off and jumped off the bed. She smiled passionately at Sex as she helped him out of his pants and led him toward the bed, completely oblivious to Dan, who jumped off to get out of their way.
"When does that shit wear off?" Dan asked.
"It takes about, ouch!"
That was all Dan heard from him as he sunk between her thighs. Well, he brought it on himself, Dan thought, as he got into his clothes. That drug created a vampire and it's only poetic justice that he feed the monster that he had created.
Dragging himself out-of the room, he closed the door behind him and staggered down the hallway toward the clerk.
"Hey amigo," he said, "in about one hour you better send a rescue crew for my buddy. He'll need it. Adios!" He waved as he staggered out into the street.
CHAPTER EIGHT
RAZOR CRAZY, SEX
It was a very relaxed Dan that got out of his bed after a good fourteen hours sleep, and made his way to the shower. As the cool, refreshing water cleared his head, he remembered the wild evening that he had spent with Helen.
"Wow, I sure rode that ass down to my balls," he said to himself as he lathered up his limp cock with soap. "Ah, life is really nothing but one big happy fuck," he philosophized as he got out of the shower and admired the reflection of his nude figure in the mirror while running the towel over his body.
I wonder how that character Sex got rid of the broad when she came out of it. If she didn't get rid of him first, he laughed to himself. Too bad I didn't ask him for some of those pills that he had. I could think of at least half a dozen cold asses I would like to sup it to, he thought as he started to dress.
The only thing I didn't like about the deal was paying the twenty-five dollars for a two dollar room. But when you really think about it, all that wild screwing was really worth it, he rationalized as he patted his pants pocket.
Then suddenly, his heart stood still and the color left his face as he realized the familiar bulge from his money clip was not there. Frantically, he searched through his other pants. All the while his mind told him that it was in vain.
He remembered that when he had left the hotel he had hailed a cab and paid him with a few singles that he had in his jacket pocket. He also recalled the way Sex's eyes bulged from behind those dark glasses when he saw the roll of bills that he was carrying.
That bastard must have slipped into the room when I was in bed with her and helped himself to it, he reasoned. I had a little over three hundred dollars with me in that clip. That bastard!
He couldn't very well run to the police and yet three hundred dollars wasn't twenty-five dollars. Within five minutes, Dan was speeding toward the hotel where they had taken the girl.
Lucky I didn't have all of my vacation money with me, he fumed, as he slammed the door of the cab without tipping the driver, and started walking toward the hotel.
"You cheap prick!" the cab driver yelled after him.
Dan was so shocked that he turned and ran towards him, but the driver's bravery was strictly restricted to his mouth. Pressing the gas pedal to the floor, he jack-rabbited away from the curb, nearly hitting a car coming from behind.
Dan was furious. "The nerve of that scum bag," he yelled. "You forget to tip them once, and they make a crack like that!"
Turning away from the curb, he continued walking toward the rundown looking dump in the middle of the block with the big painted sign on it that read, 'Modern Hotel-Transients Welcome.'
"Modern shithouse," he muttered as he boldly walked in.
"Yeah!" a fat, sloppy-looking guy with an unlit cigar in his mouth asked.
Dan gave him a close look. Then seeing that it wasn't the same clerk that had been there the night before said, "I'm looking for my buddy, Sex Symbol. Have you seen him?"
"The pimp? Sure, how could I miss not seeing him. He lives down the hall."
Dan grit his teeth in anger as the clerk pointed toward the very room that he had laid out twenty-five dollars for. As he was about to head for it the room clerk said, "But he ain't in now. I understand that they had an orgy in there last night, about twenty guys to this one broad at ten bucks a throw. Man! I don't know what a guy like that's got that would make a broad do things like that for him."
Dan wanted to say Spanish Fly, but he knew that if he wanted to get his money back, he would have to play it cool.
"Would you know where he could be now?"
Dan asked with a friendly tone in his voice.
"Well, when the pimp's got a lot of bread he usually hits the poker table at Fusco's, but," looking at the clock, "it's a bit early for that, so I guess he's at Rosita's pad."
"Where's her pad at?" Dan asked, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.
"Well, I don't know if he would like me giving out his broad's address."
"It's okay," Dan tried to reassure him. "I have a hot business deal that can't wait. I have to see him now."
The clerk scratched his head then said, "Well, I would like to help you out, but I'm not a social worker, if you get what I mean."
Dan smiled, pretending to take the hint good-naturedly as he pulled five dollars out of his pocket and laid it in front of the unimpressed clerk.
"That would just about get me a box of cigars," he said.
"Look," Dan's voice rose in desperation as he threw another five on the counter, "that's all I can spare at the moment. If this deal that I got with him clicks, I'll triple it. Fair enough?" Dan asked as persuasively as he could.
The clerk looked at the two fives, then at Dan. "Well, okay, but don't tell him that I gave it to you."
"You got my word," Dan answered as he quickly jotted down the address.
It was a rundown looking tenement on the fourth floor about two blocks from the hotel. Listening carefully from outside the apartment door, all he could hear was Spanish music coming from the inside.
Bracing himself for action, he knocked gently on the door. "It's open," a Spanish sounding female voice yelled from within.
Cautiously opening the door, he heard the toilet being flushed and in came a raven-haired, olive-skinned beauty. For a moment he almost forgot what he came for.
As he focused his eyes on her 44 inch bust, she said, "I'm sorry, but I can't take you on tonight," in broken English. "I don't know why Pancho sent you. He knew I would be busy this evening."
It didn't take a genius to figure out that she obviously had a date with Sex, and that she was one of his whores. Under different circumstances he would have made a future appointment with her. Those tits of hers really impressed him.
Quickly gathering his wits as she opened the door for him to leave, he said, "Hold on a minute. Pancho didn't send me. I'm a friend of Sex's and he told me to meet him here."
Her dark eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. "Sex never tells any of his friends to meet him here," she said.
"Well, it's a business deal and the boys told me that he might be coming up here tonight."
"What kind of a business deal?" she asked in a tone of voice that was cold and even more suspicious than before.
"Well, you know, in the trade we can't..."
"You mean you got some junk for Sex," she interrupted.
Dan thought fast, then took advantage of the suggestion. "Yeah," he answered.
"Where is it?" she asked with a serious look on her face.
"Now, baby," Dan said, forcing a smile on his face. "This is between him and me."
"I need a fix," she said. "I'm long overdue. "Where is it?" she asked, her voice turning almost desperate as she menacingly walked toward him.
Dan could see that she meant business. "Okay, take it easy. I'll give it to you, but I haven't got it on me," he said convincingly. "Just tell me where I can get hold of Sex and then I'll get it for you."
"He's supposed to be here in a few minutes. He phoned just before you came in."
"Well, you don't mind if I wait, do you?"
She looked at him coldly. "Mister, you better be telling the truth or you won't leave this apartment alive."
Dan felt a cold chill go through him when she said that, but he camouflaged it with a big smile. "Now, is it nice for a beautiful little girl like you to be making such threats?" he asked.
"Cut that shit out," she yelled, her dark eyes flashing threateningly at him. "You're not talking to some dumb broad that doesn't know the score. I think your whole story stinks from shit. I think you're a sonuvabitch cop!" she yelled, lifting a heavy skillet from the nearby stove and bringing it down in the direction of Dan's head.
Luckily, his reflexes were fast. She missed his head by an inch, but his left shoulder caught the full impact of the blow. "Ouch!" he wailed in pain.
Seeing her lift it up again for another swing, he pulled the tablecloth off the table and quickly threw it over her head in an attempt to overpower her. She was very strong for a little girl and he had a hell of a time getting the skillet out of her hand.
Pulling the tablecloth off her head, she uttered a curse in Spanish, then lunged for Dan, her outstretched hand trying desperately to grab him by the balls. That's when Dan realized that he had a tigress by the tail and it was either him or her. A fast shot to the jaw from his fist and she fell backward like a broken doll.
"I didn't want to do that, baby," he said looking down at her. "But you didn't give me much choice."
Removing her nylons, he tied her wrists behind her with one and then used the other to tie her ankles. Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, he tied it around her mouth tightly. Picking her up, he could see that she was coming to.
"Sorry, baby. I would rather have fucked you than hit you," he said as he carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the deep old-fashioned bathtub. "That should hold you for a while," he said, closing the thick heavy bathroom door behind him.
Now to sit it out until he gets here. No sooner had Dan sat down when he heard someone running up the steps. A pause at the door, then a whistle. Dan, getting behind the door opened it and in came Sex all dressed up in what appeared to be a new suit.
"Well, don't you look pretty," Dan said, slamming the door shut. "Now before I rip that pretty new suit off your back and bash your face in, give me back my money clip, and don't tell me that you haven't got it."
Sex looked quickly around the room like a trapped rat. "Where's my wife?" he asked.
"If that whore's your wife, which I very much doubt, she's a little tied up just now."
Seeing the bathroom door closed, Sex started toward it, but Dan blocked him. "Uh-uh, chum. The money clip first. You've got two seconds to produce it."
Sex, seeing that Dan meant business, smiled and Dan could see the hatred pouring forth from behind his dark glasses. "Sure, here it is." Putting his hand in his breast pocket, he whipped out an open-edged razor.
Dan instinctively jumped backward and quickly lifting one of the heavy kitchen chairs, brought it full force down on top of Sex's head. Sex dropped to his knees, stunned, but still clutching the razor in his hand.
Dan jumped forward and kicked him right in the mouth. Teeth and blood flew at the same time, but he still clutched the deadly razor in his hand. Dan suddenly realized that only a. dope addict could take that much punishment and still maintain consciousness.
Seeing that Sex was getting to his feet again, Dan desperately lifted a rolling pin from the stove and began hitting him over the head with it while at the same time evading his wild razor thrusts. A lucky shot alongside the temple did the trick.
Even as he lay unconscious on the floor, he had the razor clutched tightly in his hand. Dan never had expected it to have gone this far, but he hadn't been given much choice.
Bending over him, he was relieved to hear him still breathing. Running his hands through Sex's pockets, he found his money clip. A quick count showed that it was all there. Apparently, the money he had spent for the suit had come from the guys that he had provided Helen with like the clerk said.
Well, lucky for me he came here first, before he hit that poker game. Dan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard the bathroom door open and saw Rosita run into the bedroom. Instinctively, he knew that she was going for some sort of a weapon and the odds were that she would get to it before he could reach her.
Jumping up from his kneeling position, Dan ran to the door, opened it, and slammed it shut as he raced down the steps, taking them two at a time. No sooner did he hit the ground floor when two shots rang out after him. He heard the tinkling of glass and Rosita's voice screaming hysterically in Spanish after him.
Swinging the entrance door open, he hugged the sides of the building as he ran toward the corner. Seeing a bus, he made a wild leap for the door as it began to close.
"What are you, some kind of nut?" the driver yelled.
"You might have something there," Dan answered as he stuck a dollar bill into the startled bus driver's hand and said, "keep the change."
Then wearily, he dragged himself into the back of the bus and fell back onto the seat exhausted.
"Must be a hop head," a woman said to another passenger. "Look at the way his jacket is all torn."
"Yeah, and look at all the blood on it," the other replied.
It was pouring outside when Dan awoke. Running his fingers through his hair, he brushed it back out of his eyes as he sat up in bed.
What a goddamn bloody night, he thought, as he recalled the events that had taken place last night. "Bloody," he repeated the word aloud, suddenly remembering what the woman in the bus had said to the other passenger.
Getting up from the bed, he quickly walked toward the chair where, in his exhaustion, he had thrown his clothes in a sloppy heap. Picking up his jacket, he held it up and looked it over.
"She was right, damn it," he muttered as he noticed the long ugly rip across the shoulder and the blotches of blood that were speckled all over the front of his jacket. Lifting up his pants, he saw that they were also peppered with blood stains.
Well, that suit is shot, he muttered to himself as he lifted it up and threw it back on the chair. "Ow!" he yelled as he felt a sharp pain run through his left shoulder. Walking quickly over to the mirror, Dan noticed a huge black and blue mark on his shoulder. "That little bitch!" he snarled, as he fingered it gently, remembering how Rosita had hit him with the skillet.
Well, a fucked up suit and a black and blue shoulder is a hell of a lot better than what Sex got, he thought, as he looked at himself admiringly in the mirror. Besides, that bastard is going to have some dentist bill.
The rain had stopped, and Dan felt that as long as he was on vacation, he may as well quit cooking in the apartment. With a fresh change of clothes, he hopped a cab and headed for Broadway. A good, juicy steak at one of the better bistros and Dan was ready to face a new day.
Wow, that's what I call a real delicious steak, Dan smiled contentedly to himself as he walked outside of the restaurant into the busy street. It sure costs an arm and a leg in these joints, but what the hell, you only live once, and besides, I'm on vacation so why not live it up a little, he argued with himself as he started walking in the direction of 42nd Street.
Flashing bulbs from a large book store window on the corner attracted Dan's attention. Walking over out of curiosity, he was amazed to see the window loaded with pictures of nude women in all sorts of suggestive poses and some weren't even suggestive. The adjoining window was filled with pictures of naked young men with cocks that would put a horse to shame.
"Goddamn," he said aloud, "they've got everything in these windows but a real guy and broad screwing each other and from the way things look, I won't be surprised if that won't be next."
It was only four p.m. and Dan had nothing planned, so he decided to walk in and look at some of the books. What the hell, he thought, a little stimulation won't hurt. Besides, it might put me in the right mood for this evening.
The dainty looking clerk with the heavy-rimmed glasses gave Dan a suspicious look as he walked in, then turning his head he said in a loud, high-pitched voice. "Now fellows, this is not a library. If there's anything you don't see, just ask for it."
"How about a blow job?" a voice called out from a group of toughs.
His face paled as he pretended not to hear it. "Yes sir, is there any particular book you have in mind, sir?" he asked Dan.
"No," Dan smiled uneasily, "I'm just browsing."
Walking over toward the large assortment of books that lined the aisles, he could see why people would be interested in buying them. There was such an assortment of material that one of them was bound to whet your appetite.-Dan saw several that he almost wanted to purchase, but he reminded himself that he was on vacation and didn't want to spend it vicariously between the covers of a book.
It was interesting to see the various types of characters, that were in the store. Well dressed and ragged ones filled the aisles, both breathing equally as heavy as they looked at the nude pictures that stacked the shelves.
Girlish laughter came from some of the long-haired ones as they stared at the life size pictures of male nudes that decorated one side of the wall. What a bunch of weirdoes, Dan thought as he got set to leave. Suddenly, he noticed a nervous looking old guy carrying an expensive-looking attache case and quite well dressed inching up behind a long-haired young man who was standing alone thumbing through the books. Pushing against him tightly, he began pumping him dog style from the rear.
To Dan's surprise, the youth arched his ass upward and lowered his head, still looking through the book as though nothing was taking place, while the older man began pumping vigorously up against him like a machine that suddenly had gotten out of control.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dan said aloud as he watched in amazement.
"Stop it, stop it!" the high-pitched voice of the clerk rang out as he ran toward the duo, waving his manicured hands wildly over his head.
The old man shook violently, dropped his case, and fell backward against the book racks.
Dan, for a moment, thought that he had suffered a heart attack, but then realized that he had ejaculated.
"You dirty old man!" the clerk shouted at him. "Get out of the store!" he pointed to the door.
There was laughter from the other side of the room. One of the young punks yelled, "Hit him with your purse, honey."
The clerk pretended not to hear their remarks. Then, looking at the young fellow who was still standing there with his ass still raised in the same position reading a book as though nothing had happened, the clerk put his hand on his shoulder and said, "You too, get out!"
The youth turned slowly, then bringing his hand up quickly, gave the clerk two slaps across the face with his open palm, turned around, and went back to his reading. Dead silence fell over the place.
"If there's anything that you don't see, just ask for it," the embarrassed clerk called out, walking back to the counter as though nothing had happened.
"Well, now I've seen everything," Dan muttered as he headed toward the door, carefully watching his rear end as he passed through the crowded aisles.
CHAPTER NINE
RAPE THIRTEEN
The next morning found Dan all packed and ready to take off. Apparently, the little episode at the book store Convinced him that getting away from New York for a while would be a good idea.
Stepping into the red, flashy convertible that he had rented for the occasion, Dan headed for the Poconos where he spent the remainder of his wild adventurous vacation. Every night he was in the saddle with a different girl.
When his vacation was over, he almost cried, but like so many others, he downheartedly accepted the facts of life and returned to the salt mines.
Things were about the same at the office, as usual. The boss was away on vacation, probably shacking up with some new broad, Dan thought, as he finished another routine day and then began to do some serious thinking about getting laid.
For a guy that had been getting it every night, it was going on two weeks since he had felt the soft, moist caressing lips of a pussy on his rigid pecker.
The only worthwhile thing that he did find since he had gotten back was a pleasant modernized little diner on Eighth Avenue where the food was exceptionally good, which was a rarity in New York at those prices.
He made it his business to eat there every evening, as cooking in his apartment wasn't one of Dan's hobbies. As he sat there drinking his coffee, a little blonde girl walked in carrying a box of flowers. She couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen, at the most, but her sweat shirt exposed a good sized pair of boobs which attracted Dan's cock immediately.
As she approached the tables with her loose fitting moccasins and tight fitting jeans, Gus, the proprietor, raced over and in no uncertain words told her to get out.
Acting purely on impulse, Dan jumped up, quickly paid his bill, and raced after the girl as she walked toward Ninth Avenue. "Miss, oh Miss," he called as he casually started walking over toward her. "I saw you selling flowers in the diner."
"Yes," she answered angrily. "That old Greek bastard, Gus threw me out. He's a real prick, but Jimmy, his partner is okay. He lets me sell them in there."
Dan was momentarily taken aback with the language that poured forth from this sweet, innocent looking little teen-ager. Gathering his wits quickly, he gave her a sheepish grin and asked her what she wanted for the whole box of flowers.
"The whole box?" she looked up at him in surprise. Then an understanding look came into her eyes as she looked down at the huge lump that was pointing at her from his pants. "Do you want to get laid, mister?"
For the second time in their brief encounter, Dan had been taken aback by the young girl's bluntness. "Well," he started to say, but before he could finish, she grabbed him by the arm and said, "Come with me."
They mounted the creaky steps of an old tenement. Garbage cans cluttered the filthy halls as she led him up to the roof.
"Er ... just how much do you want?" he was almost afraid to ask as he looked down at her sweet child-like innocent face and thought of the penalty for molesting a minor.
"That's up to you, mister," she said very matter-of-factly.
All thoughts of legal penalties and moral considerations immediately vanished when her smooth tender hand reached for his prick. Then, unzipping his trousers in record breaking time, she had it out, and waving it skyward she looked at it like a connoisseur and said, "Not very large, is it?"
Before he could answer, she was still holding his cock in her right hand, and she pulled him down on top of her as her left hand quickly pulled off her panties.
Again Dan attempted to defend his wounded ego. "Baby, I'll have you know that my cock is as big as...." But he never got to finish the sentence.
Her smooth child-like hand guided him into the juicy gates of heaven. Then he felt her tighten her juicy wet cunt around his now throbbing dick. He forgot everything as his hands reached out and pulled up the sweat shirt to reveal two heavenly globes of desire. His anxious hands squeezed them as his hungry mouth sucked the tasty nipples.
Then he could feel her relaxing the tight grip on his cock as she started to wiggle her ass up and down.
Dan, like an obedient robot with his tool caught in the mouth of a machine, moved with her up and down, up and down. Faster and faster she went, he being carried along with her. Then suddenly he felt his balls exploding, as his sperm sprayed her demanding pussy. He could feel her strong young muscles tighten around his cock, squeezing every bit of juice out of it. Dan pitched forward, full weight on her and lay there.
About ten blocks away, a drunk staggering out of a Third Avenue bar, headed for the first hallway he could find. Carelessly unzipping his pants and taking out his cock, he sent a yellowish jet of piss cascading against the letter boxes as he sang, "It ain't gonna rain no more, no more-"
Smiling happily as he watched the last few drops drip lazily down the side of his pants, suddenly a hand shot out of the dimly lit hallway and grabbed him by the balls. Before he knew what was going on, he was being dragged by his balls into the elevator. As the doors slammed shut, there was a blood curdling scream.
"There's no doubt about it. We're dealing with a lunatic," said Sergeant Cohen as he looked down at the amputated figure on the elevator floor, that was once a man.
"Only yesterday a young nineteen-year-old boy making a grocery delivery was found the same way, and today this poor drunken ass."
"Yes, and what makes it so damn tough to solve," answered Lieutenant Condon, "there's no connection between any of his victims. They come from all walks of life; delivery boys, stock brokers, and what not. This is his twenty-third victim in six months and we haven't even got one clue or even an idea of who he is or where or when he will strike next."
"It looks like we're just going to have to wait until we get an eyewitness or if one of the victim's escapes and can make an identification."
"Unfortunately you're right," said Lieutenant Condon. "But so far he has been very proficient in not letting his victims escape. So, until we get a break, we will just have to keep trying."
Here it was Saturday afternoon, Dan lazily lifted his head from the pillow and looked at the wildly racing clock. Oh boy, four p.m., I'd better get up or it will soon be Sunday, he thought, as he slowly pulled himself out of bed.
Lighting a cigarette, he walked over to the heavily draped window and looked out. It was a beautiful day, he thought, but it couldn't beat last night. Wow, what a fuck that kid gave him. Who would ever have imagined that a kid like that could have such an educated pussy that could pull five loads out of him almost one after the other.
And when he gave her the ten dollars, she was so grateful that she wanted to give him another five on the house. But he was naturally too exhausted to take advantage of it.
The only catch was that she was a minor, and playing around with her was an invitation to a prison term, something that Dan didn't imagine. Well, if things get real hard for me, he reasoned, I can always run into her on Seventh Avenue and 42nd Street. He remembered her telling him that she was usually around there between eight and nine p.m. every weekend selling flowers.
Dan had no way of knowing that at that very moment a voluptuous looking twenty-four year old brunette was thinking about him as she opened the window of her third floor apartment, took a few deep breaths, then dropped to the floor. She did 98, 99, 100 push-ups, then over to a 200 lb. barbell that lay near her bed. She lifted it over her head with ease.
After twenty minutes of various exercises, she topped it off with a hot shower, then relaxed her powerful five foot nine inch nude body on the bed.
Her white marble-like breasts measured a full 46, the type that could make a man come in his pants just by looking. The arms that stretched out over her head were powerfully built and well-muscled. Yet, unless she flexed them, they looked as feminine as any other female's. Her most outstanding features were her wasp-like muscled waist with long large powerful legs.
Special exercises had built these legs to almost Herculean proportions with the strength to match. As she lay there in bed, she recalled how, when she was fourteen, her stepfather tried to give her a spanking and would push her bare-assed across his big lap and she couldn't sit down for a week.
"Boy, I sure would like to have some daddy between my legs right now," she purred as she reached behind her head and pulled out the two pillows she was lying on. Yeah, if these were only a man, she thought, as she placed them between her thighs and squeezed.
There was a bursting sound as feathers started flying in all different directions over the bed. "Couldn't take it, could you?" she laughed as she released her grip and felt the lifeless pillows cave in between her legs.
Today was Saturday, the loneliest day of the week, or the most exciting, depending on what one had scheduled. As she continued to lie there in bed, she thought about the tall blonde, well dressed young man who always came in for dinner at Gus's diner where she had formerly worked as a waitress.
She had caught him looking at her several times, and there was a certain weakness in his voice when he had given her his order, that had aroused her to the point where she had wanted to take off his pants right then and there.
However, under the watchful eye of Gus the Greek, any such playing around was out of the question. Now that she was no longer working there, fuck him, she thought as she jumped out of bed and began getting dressed.
CHAPTER TEN
BIG BOLD BETTY
It was eight p.m. when she arrived, and sure enough her pigeon was sitting in his usual booth, almost finished with his meal, as she had figured.
Walking over toward him with a big smile on her face she said, "Hello, how have you been?" Before Dan could answer, she sat down opposite him. "You remember me, don't you?" Again, before he could answer, she beat him to the punch. "I used to work here, but the boss and I didn't see eye to eye, so I quit. Well, that's all water under the bridge. How have you been? By the way," again she cut in before he could answer, "my name is Betty. What's yours?"
This time she gave him a chance to answer. "Dan," he said in a high pitched nervous voice, as she glared at him like a cat looking at a canary.
She could see that she had pegged him right. He was the timid type. I hope he's not a fag, she thought. Well, we'll soon find out.
"Dan, I hope you don't think me too aggressive, but where I come from we're all very friendly and I was just thinking that if you're not doing anything this evening, there's a very nice place not far from here that has dancing and entertainment. Being this is my birthday," she lied, "I sure would hate to spend it by myself," she cooed femininely.
Dan cleared his throat, and in his new manly tone said, "Don't worry, Betty, you won't have to spend your birthday alone."
Dan signalled the waitress for his check, but Gus the Greek, who had spotted Betty when she had sat down next to Dan, told the waitress he would take it.
"Hello Betty," Gus said with a searching look in his dark eyes.
She gave him one of those drop dead looks and Gus's cheeks paled.
"Let's go, Dan," she smiled as she wrapped her arm around his and possessively walked out with him.
"Wasn't that the girl that used to work here?" the waitress asked Gus as she scooped up her tip from the table.
"Yeah, that's big Betty Palmaro. I had to fire her last week. She beat the shit out of one of my customers and we had to call the cops to pull her off him."
"Nice kid," said the waitress watching them as they hailed a cab.
The place that Betty said was not far was almost three miles and when she saw Dan begin to stare at the meter, she pushed one of her big thighs against him, reassuring him that it would be well worth the investment.
Dan looked surprised, then seemed to relax. Well, at least he wasn't a fag, she thought, otherwise he would have bolted out of the door when I did that.
Dan was thinking, boy! She sure is the most aggressive female I've ever met and built like a brick shit house, he thought as he looked at her through the corner of his eye and felt the pressure of her thigh pushed against his. There was no mistake in its meaning. Never look a gift horse in the mouth, was the old saying, so he figured he would play it her way for a while before he took the reins.
The band was playing a tango as they entered the club. "Shall we?" she smiled. "I love tangos."
"Me too," he smiled, as they glided across the floor in perfect harmony.
Her cunt was glued to his cock as they dipped and swayed to the slow, sexy rhythm. When the band stopped for an intermission, Dan found his now bulging cock almost pressed into the mouth of her cunt. He had to pull out fast or he would have shot in his pants.
"Virile, aren't you?" Betty said as she smiled and looked down at the bulge in his pants.
Dan's face turned red.
"Don't be embarrassed, honey," she laughed. "It's perfectly normal."
He tried to smile as beads of sweat began pouring off his forehead. This bitch is bu "rig my balls, he thought. It's perfectly normal-who the hell does she think she's got here? A virgin or some sort of schmuck? I'll play it colo. he thought as he sat at the table.
After a few drinks and the usual small conversation that follows it, Dan made his play. "Look, Betty, it will be another hour before the floor show goes on, why don't we..." Before he could finish the sentence, she had put her hand under the table and felt his hard dick.
"I see that little pecker of yours can't wait," she smiled, as she gave it an affectionate squeeze. Dan's face turned red, but before he could answer, she got up and said, "Let's go."
Wow, this was too good to be true, he thought, as they cabbed over to a nearby hotel where an indifferent clerk didn't even bother to look up at them. He just took the money when he saw no luggage and pocketed it.
"Room seven, first floor up."
"What about the key?" Dan asked.
"It's open," he answered, without taking his eyes off the scratch sheet that he was looking at.
As Dan followed Betty up the stairs, he noticed the tremendous size of her ass as it swayed back and forth in front of him. His pulse quickened as he thought that in a few moments he would be in that mountain of loveliness.
Once inside, they bolted the door, and Dan embracing her tits from behind, rammed his hot prick right up against her big ass. Oh, it sure felt good. iNice and soft. Just the way he pictured it to be.
His lips started hungrily kissing and biting the back of her neck as her hands reached backwards and skillfully unzipped his fly. Then, taking his cock out, she lifted her dress up and stuck it between her big soft cool thighs and like a hula dancer began to sway from side to side.
Dan yelled, "Hey, cut it out," as he pulled out just in time before he came.
"You sure have hot balls," she laughed.
"Yeah, and they're busting for you, baby," he almost yelled.
"Well, we don't want that to happen, do we?" she smiled as she pinched his cheek. "Take off your pants and come to bed with mommy," she ordered as she quickly removed her clothes.
Dan's Irish really hit the ceiling. Here I stand with my balls busting and she's talking to me like a little kid who's wearing diapers. Well, this shit must cease right here and now!
"Look, you bitch, get this straight. I'm the man, not you. I'm the boss, not you. And we do what I want and when I want. Understand?! " he shouted as he shook her by the shoulders.
She looked at him like she couldn't believe what he was saying. Then her face hardened as she glared back at him. "Get your goddamn hands r off me." The cold look that she gave him with the threatening tone in her voice caused a wave of fear to run through his body.
He let go of her immediately and backed away. What the hell's the matter with me? She's only a broad. Why did I get so scared for? He wondered.
"Okay, boss. You want to prove what a big man you are. Go ahead, prove it," she mocked.
"That does it," he said as his Irish temper rose again. Now she gets it but good. "Okay, baby, I'm going to teach you who's boss once and for all. You'll eat my shit before I'm through with you," he yelled as he lunged for her.
She grabbed him by his shoulders, and like a battering ram, slammed her heavy knee into his groin.
"Ugh!" Dan groaned as he suddenly felt a nauseating weakness take over his body.
Again and again her powerful knee came up between his now helpless outstretched legs, nearly lifting him off the floor. He very much resembled a dribbling basketball. Then, reaching upward, she grabbed him by his head and pulled it down, clamping it between her big thighs as she quickly grabbed his flaying arms and twisted them up behind his back.
He tried to wriggle free, but she increased the pressure of those tremendous thighs until his yelling became a gurgle and his twisting stopped completely. Then, dropping his arms and increasing the hold on his imprisoned head with her thighs, she pulled down his pants and threw them on the chair.
Looking down at the mass of helpless manhood imprisoned between her legs, she thought, little boys with big penises trying to be tough!
"Well, big man, do you still want to be boss?" she sneered as she spread her massive legs and watched him sink down beneath them to the floor, gasping for breath.
It was at least five minutes before he was able to pull himself up. As he reached for his pants, she pulled them out of his hand and threw them across the room.
"Who the hell said you could leave?" she bellowed, as she placed her hands on her nude massive hips, and glared threateningly at him.
"Now look-" he said.
"Look, shit!" she yelled. "Get the hell on the bed right now and fast if you know what's good for you!"
Dan paused, then looking fearfully at those powerful legs that nearly crushed the life out of him a few minutes earlier, decided to play it her way for a while.
As he lay on his back, she roughly pulled open his legs and like a cobra, darted her head in between his thighs and seized his penis in her mouth while her hands skillfully manipulated his balls, as she sucked savagely away at his cock.
Dan's hair almost stood up on his head as he felt that he was about to explode in her mouth. Then just as he was about to come, she released his quivering cock.
"Okay, stupid," she ordered as she fell backward on the bed, spreading her legs open, "shove it into me quickly."
He could see her big tits heaving and knew that she was just as hot as he was. This could be the moment of escape, he thought. I could jump off the bed, grab my pants, and be out of the door before she could stop me.
"Come on, stupid, I'm almost ready to come," she shouted.
Her sexy commanding voice, and that fascinating cunt in front of him, plus his bursting balls, were too much. That bitch, he thought. She knew damn well that he couldn't run away in that condition. That's why she had started him off with a blow job and then left him hanging in the middle.
Dan had no choice but to obey. As he lowered himself between her large thighs, the mouth of her hungry cunt closed over the head of his cock and quickly swallowed it with one gulp. Then, locking her big thighs around his waist so that he could not escape, she began rocking up and down while her pussy, which seemed to have a life of its own, grabbed his dick like a hand, and began to open and close on his penis.
The rhythm was maddening and as it increased, so did the pressure of her legs around his waist. The tempo became so frightfully fast, that he tried to pull out, but her thighs held him in a vice-like grip.
Now she had her cunt blocking the valve of his penis so that he couldn't come, and as they madly rocked on the creaking bed, he could see that she was enjoying every moment of it. Purposely prolonging it for her own sadistic animal pleasure.
Beads of sweat were pouring down his face, and fear gripped him as he heard his heart pounding like a hammer. He yelled as he tried to pull out, but couldn't move an inch. like a giant Python, she had swallowed him up, the only thing visible were the cheeks of his small ass being drawn ever deeper into this bottomless pit.
Wildly, he started to gasp for air, as he felt his head pounding and the room spinning. Finally, she relaxed the grip on his imprisoned penis and he exploded into her like an H-Bomb.
An hour later he awoke and found a note tied to his limp prick. It said, "Don't make any plans for next week. I'll get in touch with you. Got your home and office addresses from your wallet. Betty."
* * *
Two weeks had gone by and Dan was glad that he had not heard from Betty. After all, the only reason that she had gotten the better of him that evening in the hotel room was because she had knead him unexpectedly in the groin and it was her fight from there on in, he reasoned, reassuring his hurt ego. Yet, he could still feel those big powerful thighs around him, and that hungry cunt of hers unmercifully sucking out his vital juices.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his new receptionist, Beverly Johnson, as she stood in front of him and asked if he would like some coffee as the boy from the coffee shop downstairs was making one of his unscheduled rounds with the coffee cart throughout the offices.
"No thanks," he said, smiling and watching her shapely body as she turned and walked out, closing the door gently behind her.
Not bad at all, he thought, as he remembered that her job application sheet stated that she was from the mid west, 22 years old, and recently divorced.
As the day went by, the more he thought of this chic, five foot seven inch honey-haired blonde, the hotter he became. After all, she had been married, so what the hell did she have to lose? In fact, she probably was dying for a good sized cock by now, he reasoned, and maybe I'm just the guy that can fill that gap.
Thinking of the old axiom that had worked for him before, 'you have to have brass to get ass,' he pushed the buzzer on his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Daley," she answered.
"Bev, will you please come in here for a moment and bring your notebook."
"Yes sir, Mr. Daley," she replied.
All very formal-like, he thought. Well, in the next few minutes well see if we can change that.
As the door opened and she came in, Dan gave her a big smile. "Beverly, I want to come right to the point."
"Yes, Mr. Daley?" she looked at him quizzically.
"I know that you're a divorcee and just arrived in New York a few weeks ago. I'm quite sure that you know I'm a bachelor."
She nodded, still looking at him quizzically.
"Well, to come straight to the point, it's a big city and I'm lonely and I'm gambling on the idea that you are also lonely, so I think that we should get together and do something about it."
Her face Ut up in a big smile. "I never-thought that you would ask, Dan," she blurted out.
The response was so direct that it rocked him for the moment. Well, as long as I went this far, he thought, I'll go a little farther. He walked toward her, put his arm around her slim waist, and pulled her toward him. She offered no resistance as his penis rapidly rose, and socked up against her. She spread her legs and swallowed it through her dress.
"Oh my god!" He shot in his pants before he had even realized it.
Wow, this girl has sex appeal, he thought as his knees began to buckle.
She grabbed him. "Are you all right, Dan?"
"Yeah, sure. Just let me sit down."
She eased him into the chair.
Looking up at her, a bit embarrassed, he said, "You know what happened, don't you?"
"Yes," she said smiling, "and my pants aren't exactly dry either," she laughed.
"Wow, if we can do this with clothes on, imagine what it will be like when we're naked," he gasped.
"I'm way ahead of you, Dan," she said, smiling enthusiastically with a twinkle in her eye. "Say, dinner at my place when we get out of here?"
"Swell," he almost yelled.
Suddenly, Mr. Fletcher's voice called Miss Johnson.
"Oh, the old goat," she gasped, as she gave Dan a quick smile and said, "downstairs by the cigar stand in the lobby."
"Right," he smiled back as he watched her whisk her shapely ass through the door and automatically his hand dove into his pocket as he felt his now hardening prick.
What a jerk I've been, he said to himself. A gold mine in my own backyard and I'm knocking myself out running around all over town!
By the time five o'clock rolled around, Dan was so excited that he already had jerked off twice behind his desk. By five-ten both of them were already downstairs, which really set some sort of a record. At five-fifteen, they were in a cab and on the way to her place.
Outside her door she nervously fumbled for her keys as Dan began nibbling at the back of her neck and pushing his hard-on up the crack of her shapely ass.
"Oh honey," she laughed, "give me a chance to open the door."
"Sorry," he said as he backed away.
"Sorry for being so virile?" she asked smiling.
His cock nearly ripped through his pants at the reassuring words. As soon as she opened the door, he quickly lifted her into his arms, and walked into the apartment kicking the door shut behind them.
He carried her to a large bed that was directly in front of the room. She seemed a bit surprised, but he could tell by her eyes that she loved his aggressiveness.
Without hesitation, he dumped her on the bed and undressed her as well as himself in record breaking time. Then he looked down at her lovely, nude body as she lay there with her legs spread open eagerly awaiting his penis.
Right then and there Dan decided that he wanted this relationship to last, and not to fall through like the others. If he could really give her a night that she would never forget, then she would be all his, he thought.
"Did you ever get sucked off?" he asked.
"No," she blushed excitedly, as he looked down at her.
"Well, this is your night, kid."
Climbing up over her, he stuck his head between her outstretched thighs, then carefully parting her thick blonde bush with his hands, he started sucking her clitoris.
"Oh, oh," she sighed, as her hand grasped the dangling cock that pointed downward in her face and stuck it into her mouth.
Instinctively, she began to suck away at it with the same speed that Dan was using on her clitoris. In no time at all, they both came together with sufficient force to knock the roof off the house.
Dan pulled out from her cradle of love, spitting blonde hairs out in the process.
"Got a toothpick?" he joked as he smiled at her.
"Oh Dan, it was wonderful," she sighed as she threw her arms around him and began kissing him.
After a short rest, he mounted her again, this time the regular way with her lyg on her back, and with him between her legs.
"Feeding time," he kidded.
"Oh goody," she answered passionately, as the mouth of her still starved cunt eagerly swallowed his cock, and her legs automatically wrapped around his back, pulling him forward into her arms. Forcing her tongue between his lips she began to soul kiss him until he had to pull his head away to get his breath.
"You're sure a hot little bitch," he said.
"Yeah, and don't you just hate it," she smiled back at him.
The bed squeaked loudly, as both rocked to the rhythm of love. Dan's cock was on the verge of exploding and he could tell by her throbbing cunt and swaying hips that she too was ready.
"Okay," he yelled, "ready or not, here I come."
Wham! He thrust it all the way up to the hilt and then like two meteorites hitting one another, they both came at the same time.
After they had repeated this, and then had done it in several other positions, she said, "Wow!" as they lay on their backs exhausted, looking up at the ceiling. "I never knew there were so many different ways of making love.
Why, you could drop dead from the excitement," she said.
"Yeah," Dan agreed, "but can you think of a better way to go?" He smiled as he squeezed her pussy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SCARED SHIT!
It was way after eleven a.m. when Dan got into the office next morning. He had given Beverly a fast nod when he came in, then flopping back on his chair he thought, wow! Sex is a wonderful thing, but when you have to go into work the next morning, then it's hell.
Glancing down at the newspaper that he had hurriedly picked up at the newsstand downstairs, his eyes came to rest on the headlines: 'Ripper Killer Captured in Fierce Duel with Police.'
Anxiously opening the paper, he read how one of the newspaper's top crime reporters had cracked the case by posing as a decoy and getting himself stabbed when finding out the killer's identity. When the suspect was finally apprehended by a fierce struggle with the police, a search of the premises revealed the murder weapon; a carefully wrapped blood stained surgical knife plus newspaper clippings of all the murders.
When taken to the police station in a straight jacket, the suspect broke down and admitted to all the crimes. Further investigation revealed the suspect to have been a former inmate of a mental institution-continued in center section with on-the-scene photos.
"Damn these papers," Dan muttered, "with their legal jargon and pussy-footing around-" Thumbing through the paper, he was shocked when he saw the pictures. Suddenly, the intercom rang.
"A Mr. Regis on the phone for you, sir."
"Ah shit." Throwing down the newspaper on the desk, Dan spent the next twenty minutes speaking to a man he considered to be one of the biggest bores he had ever met.
"Okay, Charlie," he laughed in a phony friendly tone. "The first chance I get, we'll have lunch together. Good-bye."
Damn boring pain in the ass, he thought to himself as he once again picked up the paper and looked at the photographs. So, it was the hunchback that took care of the place where Crazy Jack had lived. When will these do-gooders finally learn that once they get one of these nuts behind bars, not to turn them loose again on society, he thought, as he stared down at the pictures.
"I hope I'm not interrupting your daydream."
Startled, Dan looked up into the dominating eyes of Betty. There she stood with her arms folded, glaring down at him as though his ass had belonged to her. Dan's saliva caught in his throat at the vision of sex and power that stood before him.
Her huge breasts practically bursting through her bright yellow sweater, that wasp-like waist, and those wide hips that rested on two powerful well built legs, capable of crushing a man into unconsciousness in seconds.
"Meet me outside by the back staircase right now before your receptionist gets back from lunch," she commanded.
Before Dan could answer, she turned and walked out.
"Of all the goddamn nerve," he yelled half aloud as he jumped up from his chair. "Who the hell does she think she is, barging into my office and giving me orders like I was her slave."
Despite Dan's protests, he knew that he would have to follow her outside, even if only to have another look at that magnificent body.
As he approached the back stairs, a seldom used emergency exit, he saw her standing there with a disapproving look on her face.
"What the hell took you so long, jerk?"
"Jerk! That did it. Look, you slut," Dan angrily pointed his finger at her, "I don't want you ever coming around here again or...." That's as far as he got, as she had seized his pointing finger in her hand and began bending it backwards.
"Stop! You're breaking it," he pleaded.
Still holding his imprisoned finger in her right hand, she pushed open the fire exit door with her left hand and led him down the steps to the next floor.
Releasing his painful twisted finger, she put her hands on those large hips of hers and said, "Would you like to repeat what you said?"
Dan, holding his injured finger in his other hand, didn't have to answer. She could tell by his expression that she now had him under control.
"I haven't had a chance to get in touch with you sooner," she said, "as I have been very busy these past two weeks preparing for our marriage."
"Marriage!" Dan shouted, emerging from his trance-like state.
"Yes," she calmly blurted out, "but that's..."
"That's enough of a reason," she cut in. "Now come here."
Before he could say anything else, she grabbed him by his belt with her right hand, pulling his stomach toward her while her left hand forced his chin backward in the opposite direction. Then, swinging his struggling body sideways, she easily lowered him across her big lap as she quickly sat down on the hallway steps, locking her left arm around Dan's neck to keep him from wriggling off her lap.
She quickly unzipped his pants with her right hand, then grabbing him firmly by the balls, she looked down at him. The color in Dan's cheeks faded, as he realized to his horror that once again he had become her prisoner.
"Now I'm going to teach you a little lesson, Danny boy, for being disobedient." Still gripping him around the neck with her left arm, she brought his head up and started kissing him with heavy moist kisses.
Then, forcing open his mouth with her large sensual lips, she locked her tongue around his, and then releasing her hold on his imprisoned balls, quickly grabbed him by his nervous penis and started masturbating him. The intoxicating smell of her perfume, plus the soul kissing and expert manipulation of his cock, caused Dan to spin dizzily as he lay helplessly across her big lap.
His penis was now standing up like a hickory stick, and the way it began to throb, he knew that at any moment the next twist of her wrist would make him go off like a cannon.
At the same time, he thought as he heard voices in the corridor, if anyone opens the door now, my job and business future would be over and I would never be able to live it down. But he had no control over what was happening to him, as he lay there helplessly with her in full command.
Besides, at this point, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. As her tempo quickened, he knew that at any minute he would whitewash the walls with his sperm.
Suddenly, she stopped, leaned over and grabbed his throbbing cock in her mouth and with her tongue began to suck with a different rhythm that kept him from coming. His balls felt like balloons that were blown up and ready to burst. Bells began to ring in his ears; the pain and the ecstasy were too much for any mortal man to bear.
"Let me come," he shouted. "I can't stand it any more!"
Ignoring his outcry, she increased the hold that she had around his neck and continued to suck wildly away at her helpless victim's exposed organ.
"Let me come, you bitch, I can't stand the pain!" he shouted, completely forgetting about the possibility of being overheard by anyone in the outside corridor.
She gave him at least another dozen sucks, then suddenly letting go of his neck and cock at the same time, she quickly got up, dropping Dan onto the dirty stone staircase floor.
"You can't leave me like this!" he shouted, as he picked himself up from the floor. "You have my balls all tied up in a knot. The pain is killing me."
"That's just what it's supposed to do," she answered coldly. "Part is for punishment, the other is to make sure that you show up for our date tonight, then I'll release it for you."
"No, please don't leave me like this," he begged, as he followed her dog-like up the steps with his cock still hanging out of his open pants.
"Here's my address," she said, as she shoved it into his pocket. "Nine p.m. sharp," she ordered, as she glared hard into his frightened eyes. "Yes, you'll make a fine husband for me," she said as she watched him trembling with the pain she had given him.
Before he could say anything else, she swung open the door to the main hall and left him. "Oh no, you can't leave me like this," he started to shout, as he opened the door only to see his boss and Beverly coming out of the elevator together.
Quickly, he closed the door and prayed that they didn't see him. Oh my god, he thought, the pain, oh, the pain! He tried to jerk off, but the bitch did something to him. Three dozen strokes and still he couldn't come. Maybe a fast piss would relieve him. He tried, but nothing happened.
"Did you see Mr. Daley?" he heard Beverly's voice outside the door and knew that at any moment she may open it, so he opened the door just enough to get his head out and whispered, "It's okay, Bev, I'll be with you in a minute."
"Mr. Fletcher is looking for you, Dan."
"Okay, in a minute," he repeated himself.
The idea of his boss Fletcher looking for him got his hard-on down fast, but the pain cut through his groin like a bayonet. He's probably blowing his top because I was out so long, he thought, as he raced into his office almost running head on into Mr. Fletcher. I'd better beat the old bastard to the punch, he thought, before he gets the idea that he has something on me.
"Oh, Mr. Fletcher! I had to go down to the drug store and get something to keep me from throwing up. I felt nauseous. I shouldn't have come in today, but I knew that you needed me to make up the payroll. Oh, my head and stomach are killing me."
Mr. Fletcher eyed him coolly, then clearing Ids voice said, "Look, Dan, if you feel that bad, why don't you go home and George can do the payroll."
"Oh, that's all right, Mr. Fletcher, the pills that I took at the drug store will straighten me out in a few minutes. Thank you very much for your concern, sir."
"That's perfectly all right, Dan, and I meant what I said. If you don't feel better, let George make up the payroll and you go home."
Dan smiled and Mr. Fletcher walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Whew!" he sighed. I sure conned that old bastard, he thought to himself. Can you imagine that phony act of concern that he showed! Let George do it, you can go home now. There's nothing he would like better than to get rid of me permanently because of what I have on him.
But the old cunt-lapper is shrewd enough to know that before he can do that, he would have to have something equally as strong on me, otherwise he knows that I would expose him and cause one hell of a scandal.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain that nearly buckled him up as it ran through his groin. "That rotten bitch, doing a thing like this to me," he said aloud, "and the gall of her coming here to do it, then telling me to see her this evening to discuss our marriage plans. The only plan we will discuss is her hospitalization plan before I smash her skull in. She's not getting away with this one," he promised himself. "However, first things first."
Dan knew that unless he got rid of that load that was jammed up in his nuts, he would be in continual agony. Walking out of his office, he headed straight for Beverly's desk.
"Bev, I have a favor to ask of you."
Looking up at Dan's pain-ridden face, she quickly asked, "What's the matter, Dan? Don't you feel well?"
"That's what I want to talk to you about, Bev."
"Has it anything to do with that conversation that you had with Mr. Fletcher?"
"No, nothing like that," he quickly answered. "By the way, is he still around?"
"No, he left right after he spoke to you."
"Good," Dan answered. "Look, Bev, this is important. I can't explain it out here. Tell Doris that I said she's to take over your desk while you're in my office doing a special assignment for me. You won't need your pad for this."
Five painful minutes later Beverly came in closing the door behind her. "Now what's up, Dan?"
"I am." He gave her a nervous smile.
"I thought that we agreed not to play around in the office," Beverly said.
"Yes, that still goes, but, well, I can't go into the whole story now, it's too involved. But I've got a frozen cock and the pain is killing me."
"A frozen cock?" she looked at him, not quite understanding the unfamiliar expression.
"Well, it's really very simple," Dan nervously smiled, not daring to tell her the truth. "I was thinking of you and I had this terrific hard-on when suddenly one of the stock clerks walked in and, well the scum jammed into my nuts and I can't get rid of it by myself. And the pain is killing me."
"Oh, you poor boy. Suffering because of me.
"Well, yes," he lied, as he again nervously smiled at her.
"What do you want me to do, darling?"
The very words Dan wanted to hear. Quickly walking over and locking the door, he pulled his painful cock out of his pants, then sitting down in his leather swivel chair said, "Here, baby, suck it like it's never been sucked before."
And that's just what Beverly did, as she knelt between his outstretched legs and gobbled away at his cock, while manipulating his balls at the same time.
Once again, Dan felt his cock beginning to come alive. The sensation of having Beverly's lips and tongue working on his cock was electrifying. He dug his fingers deep into the arms of the chair and his ass automatically began to rock to her rhythm. Seeing this, she knew that he was about to come and quickly increased her speed.
He yelled as he shot that knotted up load into her waiting mouth. Wanting to make sure that his balls were completely empty, she continued to suck and he continued to come, until he had to yell for her to stop.
She swallowed his sperm as though it were an egg cream, seemingly enjoying it as she watched Dan slump into his chair. Getting up, she carefully put his limp cock back into his pants and zipped it up for him. Seeing that he was in no condition for conversation, she unlocked the door and walked out.
The big clock on the Fletcher Building struck five and a minute later the sounds of many voices and feet echoed throughout the corridors of the huge building as the mad rush of human cargo pushed its way toward the elevators while the heartier ones took to the stairs to avoid the crowds. Another work day had come to an end, while upstairs Dan lay blissfully asleep in his chair.
"Wake up, sleepy head," said Beverly as she gently shook his shoulder.
"Oh, . Bev. I must have dozed off," he yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. "What time is it?"
"Two minutes after five," she answered without batting an eye.
"What!" Dan jumped up from his seat looking at his watch in disbelief. "Oh no!" he almost shouted. "Why did you let me sleep so long? How am I ever going to get that damn payroll made up now?"
"Take it easy, honey," she answered. "I told George Abbott that Mr. Fletcher said that he should make up the payroll because you had taken ill."
"And what about all my appointments?"
"I switched them over to Sid and Carl, giving them the same story as I did George, so you're completely covered and as far as anyone knows, you had taken Mr. Fletcher's suggestion and left hours ago."
Dan's eyes lit up. "Bev, you're priceless. Is anyone around?"
"No. Everyone has cleared out but old faithful."
Putting his arms on her shoulders, Dan said, "Baby, I'm going to get you the biggest box of candy in town."
"Never mind that, sweets," she smiled, looking down at his cock. "Just bring me your pecker this evening. That little thing that I did for you before got me so excited I've been rubbing my thighs together for the past four hours."
Dan thought quickly. "Look, baby, we have to pass up this evening. I have some very important business to attend to and I don't know when I'll be able to break away." Seeing the disappointed look on her face, he quickly said, "Ah, come on, baby. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. We'll go out and really paint the town red."
Putting a quick smile on her face, she looked up and said, "Okay, Dan. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a wet blanket."
"Not you, baby, not in a hundred years. But if I want to keep my appointment, I'd better get the hell out of here fast before I wind up on the couch with you," he smiled as he threw her a kiss and ran out.
Once outside the building, he removed Betty's address from his pocket and studied it carefully. This bitch, he thought to himself, twice she had physically demoralized him. The first time she had unexpectedly knead him in the nuts, then had taken full advantage of his weakened condition. The second time she again had unexpectedly grabbed and nearly broken his finger off, again physically weakening him and taking full advantage of the situation.
Well, this time things will be different. I'll beat her to the punch before she can pull any of her sneaky tricks on me. And just to make sure there are no foul ups, I'll pick up a few gimmicks and get to her place way before nine and catch her completely off guard. Then I'll give that Amazon bitch a beating that she'll never forget.
Dan's first stop was to Broadway and 42nd Street where he bought a billy club, then a visit to a nearby drug store where he purchased a roll of two inch wide adhesive tape. Hading a cab on the corner, he was at Betty's place in five minutes.
With her address in his hand, Dan tiptoed up the stairs looking for apartment 3D on the third floor. As luck would have it, the door was slightly open, a common practice in that type of building during the warm summer months.
Hearing the water running made his heart leap. Perfect, he thought. I'm hours early and it sounds like she's taking a shower. Quietly walking in, he silently closed the door behind him. It was a typical one and a half room apartment with an oversized bed in the middle of the room, a kitchenette, and a few pieces of furniture strategically placed to make the room look larger. Against one of the walls were three huge cabinets with padlocks on them.
Suddenly, he heard the water stop and knew that in another minute she would be coming out. Quickly removing the club from the bag that he had been carrying it in, he hid behind the bathroom door, nervously waiting for her to come out.
After what seemed to him an eternity, she finally came walking out past him wrapped in a large turkish towel. He raised the billy club and started to swing for her head. Unfortunately, in his nervous haste he did not notice the full length mirror in the middle of the room.
Before the club could find its mark, she whirled like a tigress and blocked it with her left forearm, then grabbing Dan by his right elbow with her right hand and clutching his right wrist in her left hand, she began twisting his arm backward like a pretzel.
"Drop it, you bastard," she yelled at the half bent backwards Dan, who was vainly struggling to free his twisted arm. "Drop it or I'll break it off!" she yelled as she increased the pressure.
Dan let out a scream and dropped it like a hot rivet. Kicking it across the room, she said, "This isn't what I had in mind for this evening, but now you're going to get a beating that you'll never forget!"
The towel had dropped from her body and it was quite a sight. A full clothed man being held like that by a nude girl. Still maintaining her grip on his twisted arm, she lowered him over backwards onto the floor at the same time sinking her big knee into his groin, as she came down full weight on top of him. Dan gave a sickening grunt, then lost consciousness.
When he came to, he found himself on his stomach stretched across the kitchen table completely nude. His hands and feet were securely bound to the legs of the table.
Spread across his mouth was the same adhesive tape that he had intended to use on her. She was standing in front of him with her bush almost in his face.
"I was waiting until you awoke. After all, I don't want you to miss anything because this is going to leave quite an impression on you." She smiled sadistically at him as she brought forth a two inch thick black leather belt.
Fear gripped Dan's guts as he vainly struggled to free himself from the cords that held him pasted to the table.
"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson for trying to hit me with that club," she said as she stepped behind him.
A second later he felt the agonizing pain of leather meeting flesh. Again and again she brought that thick heavy leather belt down on Dan's naked ass until he lost count. If his mouth wasn't taped, everyone in the building would have heard his screams.
Finally, she stopped and said, "Okay, rainbow ass, now we put the candle in the cake."
Bending down, she picked the billy club up from the floor and forced it half way up into Dan's black and blue ass. The pain was so severe that he almost passed out again.
After lying there in agony for hours, while she busied herself with other things, she finally came over to him. "Well, lover, it's now nine o'clock and time for our date. You rested long enough." She sneered as she untied him and pulled the billy club out of his torn ass-hole, letting it drop to the floor as she walked toward the bed.
Slowly and painfully Dan pulled himself off the table, then removing the tape from his mouth he quickly bent down and grabbed the billy club. With it in his hand once more, his confidence returned. .
"I'll kill you now!" he yelled, as he charged her with the club, waving it menacingly over his head.
Betty easily side-stepped his wild charge, and leaped upon his back, throwing her arms tightly around his neck and forcing his head upward while wrapping those large powerful legs around his waist. She quickly brought him down backwards on the bed, those big powerful legs circling his waist like a serpent, crushing the very breath out of him while her left forearm dug into his throat and her right arm held his right arm locked at the elbow.
He thrashed about the bed for two or three minutes then gave a final quiver and stopped. Now she knew that his energy was spent and she was the master.
"Okay, tough guy, are you going to behave yourself now and do as I say, or do you want some more squeezing?"
She relaxed her hold on his neck and in a strained whispered voice he said, "Yes! Whatever you say. Just let me go. I can't breathe."
She unwound her legs from his waist and released her hold on the upper part of his body. He lay there limp.
She got up, stared hard at him for a minute then said, "Okay, you got your wind back, get up!"
Dan's eyes met her gaze and he knew that she wasn't kidding. Slowly, he dragged himself up to a sitting position, then in a whispered tone of voice asked, "What do you want me to do?"
She sneered down triumphantly at him, then sitting down in a chair she said, "Come here!" Dan hesitatingly approached her. "Get down on your knees!" she ordered. He looked at her, but before he could say anything she yelled, "Get down on your knees, bastard, or I'll break your neck!"
He quickly obeyed. Once she had him down on his knees facing her, she grabbed his head and at the same time spread open her huge legs and shoved his face into her cunt.
"Now suck!" she said, "or so help me I'll break your neck."
Dan now had the picture and he knew just what she wanted him to do, although this wasn't his cup of tea. He knew that this Amazon could easily break his neck and would if he would refuse her now. So, he began to suck away for all he was worth. She moaned and dug her nails into the arms of the chair.
"Faster, faster," she yelled, the he gave out a yelp as she erupted in his face.
Dan, withdrawing his head, restroom, d al her lying back on the chair with an angelic look of contentment on her face. The dirty bitch, he thought to himself, now's the time to get her while she's weak.
Reaching out with both hands, he bent over and grabbed her by her throat. Grabbing him by the elbow, she leaned backwards and jamming her foot into his stomach, lifted him up into the air on her huge leg like a rag doll and tossed him over her head onto the floor.
Before he could figure out what had happened, she was on top of him. Pinning his arms above his head with her large knee caps, digging painfully into his wrists, and her hairy cunt laying on his nose and mouth, choking off his breath.
"You don't learn easy, do you, you stupid bastard!"
Now she was going to make sure that he got the message. She was going to give him the full treatment, to really humiliate him and completely strip him of his manly ego once and for all.
Lifting her hairy cunt a few inches off his face, he started to gasp for air. Then taking a deep breath, she began to piss into his mouth and face. His eyes bulged in horror and disbelief. He tried to twist his head out of the way, but she moved with the squirming of his head, completely saturating every area with her stream of piss.
Still holding him down, she gagged as he coughed and gagged underneath her. "Too bad I don't have to take a shit," she said. "In fact, maybe I'll...."
"No! No! Please, for god's sake. I had enough. Let me up," his muffled voice pleaded.
Betty smiled to herself as she sat on top of him enjoying his helplessness and humiliation. She knew that his spirit had finally been crushed and that he was now hers to completely do whatever she wanted with him or to him.
"Okay," she said as she deliberately got up slowly from him. "Any more resistance or tricks like you pulled before and I'll shove your head into the toilet and make you eat shit. You understand?"
He nodded in agreement, painfully pulling himself up. His arms were numb from the weight of her knees and for a moment he feared that they had been broken. Slowly, the numbness left and he felt nauseous.
Stumbling toward the sink, he started splashing water on his piss-soaked face. As he reached for a towel and started to dry himself, his only thought now was to escape from the clutches of this Amazon. Picking up his clothes, Dan started dressing. Betty watched him out of the corner of her eye as she busied herself straightening out the furniture.
"Well, good-night," he said as he started unlocking the door.
Walking calmly behind him she said, "Do you think it's wise of you to leave with that sprained back of yours?"
"What sprained back?" Dan asked.
"This one!" she said, bringing up her big knee into the small of his back with such force that he hit the door like a handball, then bounced backwards landing on the floor.
Again, she was on top of him with her big knees pinning his arms down helplessly over his head and her hairy pussy resting on his nose and mouth.
"Do you want me to piss on you again?"
"No, please don't," Dan's muffled voice begged from underneath her hairy cunt.
"Okay. Your lesson in instant obedience now begins." Lifting her cunt slightly off his face, she issued her first command. "Suck!" Dan hesitated. "Suck or I'll shit all over you and make you eat it!" Dan's tongue quickly began its work. "Faster, you bastard!" she ordered. And faster he went.
He had always heard that there were sixty-nine positions in making love. She put him through all sixty-nine, plus a few of her own. As he lay on the floor half dead from exhaustion, she sat on the edge of the bed victoriously looking down at her new-found slave.
"Now that I have you properly trained, you're going to make a very good husband. Right?" she asked.
Dan didn't answer. "Right?" she repeated, as she jumped up and placed her foot lightly on his windpipe.
"Yes," he gulped.
"When I speak to you, answer immediately, understand?"
"Yes," he shook his head in fear as she glared down threateningly at him.
"That's better. Now tomorrow we must get that suit of yours pressed before we can go to the preacher. Get up!" she ordered.
Dan, grabbing hold of the side of the bed began pulling himself up.
"Now, take off your clothes and put them on the chair," she ordered as she got up and went into the toilet.
Dan, seeing his chance, made a run for the door, unlocked it as fast as he could and ran out into the hall. Betty, hearing him unlocking the door, jumped up from the bowl and raced after him stark naked. He was already down to the second floor when she grabbed him by the back of his neck from behind with her left hand while her right hand slipped in between the back of his struggling legs and grabbed him firmly by the balls.
A look of helpless horror crossed Dan's face as he realized that she held his very life in the palm of her hand. Digging her fingers into his neck, she turned him quickly around and ran him up the steps to her apartment. Then, lucking shut the door with her foot, she marched him into the toilet. Then, still maintaining her grip on his balls from behind, she gave them a slight squeeze with just enough pressure to bring him down to his knees in front of the toilet bowl and quickly releasing her hold on his balls, she grabbed his right arm with her right hand and forced it up painfully behind his back while her left hand forced his head into the toilet.
"You were warned what would happen if you misbehaved again," she yelled. "Now eat that shit!"
"No!" Dan yelled.
Betty increased the pressure on his arm while her fingers dug deeply into the back of his neck. "Eat," she yelled as she forced his head into the bowl. She pulled his head up for air. "Now down you go again. I want you to lick that bowl clean."
Fifteen minutes later, Dan mechanically dragged himself out of the toilet. Betty, looking him over said, "Now I'll have to get that damn suit of yours dry cleaned. It's covered with shit."
Producing a large plastic bag, she said, "Take off your clothes and put them into this."
Dan meekly obeyed as he watched her tie the end of the bag into a knot, then going into the bathroom, she threw it into the hamper. Coming out of the bathroom, she walked over to Dan and gave him a hard slap right across the face, then grabbing him by his balls, she pulled him towards her and glaring angrily into his fear-filled eyes yelled, "If you ever pull anything like that again, I'll jar you, understand?"
"What do you mean by jar?" his trembling voice asked.
"That's something you're better off not knowing. Now, get the hell in there and take a shower. I can't stand the smell of shit, even if it's my own, and for christ sake, towel wipe some of that shit off your face."
Dan obediently turned and headed for the shower. She had kept him a prisoner in her apartment for four days, raping him at will and forcing him to do perversions that he had never dreamed existed.
It was on his second day that she had almost torn his arm out of his socket, when she had to force him to phone Ids office and say that he would not be in for a few days because his uncle had died and he had to go back home to make the necessary arrangements.
This clever stunt assured her that no one would be looking for him. Also, a small lock placed on the dial of the phone ruled out any chance of a call being made without her knowledge.
When Betty had to go out, she would lock him in the toilet, bound hand and foot on the toilet seat, with a gag in his mouth until she returned.
Dan's thoughts of escape seemed hopeless. She would have made a wonderful guard in a concentration camp, he thought. Finally, on the fifth day his chance unexpectedly came. Someone had stuck a pin in her doorbell downstairs and she became so furious that she didn't take the precaution of tying him up.
"Those damn kids," she yelled as she hurled the door open and ran out of the apartment.
Dan, seeing his chance, quickly got his naked body into a pair of her slacks, which were a mile too large for him, then grabbing one of the cords that she used to bind him with, tied it tightly around his waist to keep them from falling down.
Hearing the bell stop, he knew that the second she realized her mistake, she would be back upstairs like a flash. Desperately, Dan pulled up the fire escape window and started running down as fast as his thin legs would carry him.
It was a good seven foot drop to the street and Dan didn't hesitate. A possible broken ankle would be nothing compared to the beating she would give him if she ever got hold of him, he thought, as he started to run with every ounce of strength he had.
He had covered a good six blocks before he felt his wind giving out. If only he could spot a cab, he thought. You can never get those damn cabs when you want them.
Turning around to look back, his heart nearly stopped. Coming at him like a locomotive was Betty not more than fifty feet away. "Oh my god!" he gasped as he started to run.
Looking over his shoulder, frightened half to death, he could see those big powerful legs rapidly closing in on him. She was only about twenty-five feet away from him now, and he knew that she would have him in another minute.
Seeing an open junk truck coming down the street and with her no more than eight feet away, he made a desperate leap for it as Betty grabbed for his legs and managed to pull his shoes off.
As he clung to a heavy radiator for dear life, lying on his stomach, shoeless, he looked back at the Amazon who was holding, his shoes, and thanked god that it wasn't him that she was holding.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LET 'ER RIP, BETTY
It was a week since he had escaped from Betty and strangely enough he just couldn't get her out of his mind. Even sexy Beverly left him unsatisfied. All he could think about was those big powerful thighs and that luscious punishing cunt of Betty's that seemed to have a life of its very own as it stared into his face and commanded him to suck it.
He helplessly obeyed it. He found himself yearning for its wet, tight, warm, hairy lips and hypnotic aroma that sent him into a trance-like state of ecstasy as those big thighs locked his head into place.
The daily spankings and afternoon whippings that she had given him and making him walk on all fours like a dog at her command, had also done something to him. He feared and loathed her for stripping him of his manliness, yet he wanted her like an addict wanted dope.
Something in him was urging him to go back to her and take his punishment that he knew she would give him for running away. At the thought of what the punishment might be, his cock stood up. This made Dan realize that she was quickly turning him into a degenerate! Something he had read about in books, but never thought could happen to him.
Casually looking down at the newspaper, he spotted the name of the psychiatrist that had been working on the Ripper case with the police. The eminent Dr. Landow. A fast telephone call and thirty minutes later found Dan in Dr. Landow's consulting room.
"You sounded very upset on the phone, Mr. Daley. That's why I consented to see you right away without an appointment. By the way, do you mind if I call you Dan?"
"No, not at all," Dan nervously answered.
"I want you to just relax in this soft foam rubber chair and tell me just what's bothering you," said Dr. Landow as he sat across the way from Dan with a pencil and pad.
He was a huge man somewhere in his fifties, Dan judged, with thick gray hair and a distinguished looking beard.
"Where do I start from?" Dan asked, as he sank his head back into the soft chair.
"Anywhere," Dr. Landow answered. "Just talk about the first thing that comes into your mind."
Relaxing completely, Dan began talking and didn't stop until Dr. Landow told him that his hour was up.
"Well, doc, has all this talking I've done told you anything?"
"Yes, Dan," Dr. Landow smiled reassuringly. "You see, we all have a bit of sadism and masochism in us. That's perfectly normal. However, when we have an abundance of either one, then we need help. From what you told me, your father left you alone most of the time with your stepmother when he was on the road selling?"
Dan nodded.
"You loved your father and resented your stepmother very much. You were only twelve, but you were a big boy for your age, and when you were alone with her you deliberately disobeyed her.
"When she tried to punish you, you fought back with your fists. So, the only way she could control you was by taking advantage of the fact that she at one time had been a ballet dancer. By using her well trained legs, she would manage to get your head between them, then turning you over on your side would hold you imprisoned as you helplessly squirmed and kicked until all your energy was spent. Then, by making you promise to behave, she would release you.
' "Now this Betty that you mention. It's not that you're a masochist and crave a beating and want to be humiliated by her, it's a conditioned reflex that makes you feel like a little boy again when she has your head locked between her thighs, and that you're supposed to be punished for being naughty.
"In short, Betty becomes your stepmother whom you have become trained to expect punishment from whenever you have done anything naughty, or didn't obey her. On the other hand, there is the subconscious desire to beat your stepmother up who, again in this case, is Betty, because she stripped you of your manliness, by overpowering you and leaving you lying there helpless between her legs.
"Therefore, you're neither a masochist nor a sadist, but your childhood complexes will have to be worked out as we go along.
"As for this girl, Betty, well..." looking at his watch, "suppose we put you down in my appointment book for the same time tomorrow, two o'clock?"
"All right, dad, I mean, doc," Dan quickly corrected his slip of the tongue statement.
"That's all right, son. You were unusually fond of your father, from what you told me. About that evening when he had come home drunk and mistakenly took you for your stepmother and then his embarrassment the next day when he had realized what he had done to you-"
"You're not suggesting that I'm queer, are you?" asked Dan, suddenly becoming alarmed.
"No, son. Sometimes when we have great admiration for someone, we make certain sacrifices to make that person happy. Here, drink this." He gave Dan a sweet tasting tablet with a glass of water. "This will relax you. I don't usually give a patient more than an hour of my time, but you interest me, and we all have our idiosyncrasies. Even I have. That's why I became a psychiatrist."
Dan began to feel dizzy. "That pill you gave me. It's making me..."
"You'll be all right in a minute," Dr. Landow cut in as he walked Dan over to the desk and bent him over and began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing?" Dan asked hazily.
"It's all right, son," he reassured him, as he gently patted his ass with one hand and removed his pants with the other.
A second later he too was out of his pants with his big scrawny legs and bulging cock. "Ouch!" Dan yelled as the doctor rammed his rod into his ass.
"Just like old times, eh son?"
In and out he shoved his shit-covered cock as his big balls bounced against the cheeks of Dan's ass in a maddening rhythm that rocked the heavy desk.
"Hold still, son," he yelled, "here I come."
"Yes, dad," Dan heard himself reply meekly.
It was two hours later when Dan came to and found himself completely dressed and sitting outside in the waiting room. His ass-hole felt like someone had rubbed it with sandpaper. He jumped up as the door opened and in came a big fat nurse.
"I want to see Dr. Landow," he almost shouted.
"He left two hours ago, but you have another appointment with him tomorrow at two o'clock."
"No, I must see him now!" he shouted. "What's his address or home phone? I have to have it!"
"Sorry, sir, I cannot give out that information." Seeing the desperate look in Dan's face, she stepped back and said, "Please don't start anything or I'll have to call the police."
This acted like a splash of cold water to his face. "Okay, I'll be here tomorrow at two o'clock. But you can tell that old sonuvabitch that when I get hold of him I'm going to break his head!"
Ignoring his threat, she looked at the appointment book. "This was your first appointment today, will you pay by check or cash? That will be fifty dollars."
"What!" Dan yelled, as he waved his fists. "If there's any paying to be done, that old bastard will be doing it in blood!"
Fifteen minutes later found him in Ringo's Bar downstairs across the way from Dr. Landow's office, having his sixth straight shot of whiskey. That faggot bastard drugged me into thinking he was my old man then rammed me and I'm supposed to pay him fifty dollars for that, he fumed as he downed his seventh drink. It's all that Betty bitch's fault.
Still fuming, he ran over to the phone booth then checked himself. If I tell her what really happened, then she will really have me pegged for a fag. I'll play it cool, he thought, as he dialed her number from that piece of paper she had given him with her address on it.
"Hello, Betty. Now listen and don't interrupt. After that incident between you and me last week, I went to a psychiatrist. You probably heard about him. Dr. Landow. He was the one that worked with the police on the Ripper case.
"And I gave him the whole story about you. He said I should stay away from you. In fact, he said that he's going to have you investigated and may have to commit you to an asylum. Well, what do you think of that, tough girl?" he laughed drunkenly.
"You're a pretty brave guy over the phone," she said and hung up.
"Well, I sure screwed her day," he laughed.
"I'll let her stew in her own juice then call her up tomorrow and tell her it was all a gag. After all, I don't want to spend my life hiding out from that Amazon. But tomorrow that old bastard Landow is going to get his lumps!" he muttered as his finger rubbed his aching ass-hole.
It was ten a.m. sharp when Dan opened the door of Dr. Landow's waiting room and walked in. His nurse obviously had not come in yet, which was what Dan had hoped for. Seeing the neatly printed sign on the waiting room table which read, 'The doctor is now in,' Dan rubbed his left hand over his right fist.
"Oh, Dr. Landow," he called out purposely in a high pitched voice through the closed consulting room door. "It's me, your sonny boy! I hope you know a good dentist because you're not going to have any teeth left after this session."
Swinging open the door with his clenched fist, he was shocked at the sight that greeted him. There, lying on his desk with his legs spread wide open and his pants hanging down over his ankles was Dr. Landow; his cock and balls had been amputated and judging from the still burning cigarette in the ashtray, Dan knew that it must have just happened, probably while he was on his way up in the elevator.
There was something strangely familiar about all this, but Dan knew that he didn't have the time to figure it out now. Unless he got out of there before the nurse or anyone else discovered him, he would be charged with murder, especially after the threats he had made yesterday to the nurse on what he was going to do to the doctor when he got hold of him.
Her testimony alone could cook his goose, and any attempt to tell of the doctor's sexual attack on him surely would be disbelieved. The only thing in his favor was that when he had called the doctor for the appointment yesterday, he was so embarrassed at the idea of going to a psychiatrist that he had given him a phony last name and address.
Making sure that the hallway was clear, he quickly took to the steps to avoid running into anyone in the elevator who could possibly identify him later. As he reached the lobby, a familiar figure loomed in front of him. His voice stuck in his throat as he saw it was Betty glaring at him with hatred.
"You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?"
Grabbing him by the throat, she began banging his head against the wall. Before he could gather his wits, she jammed her big knee hard into his groin, then spun him around and gave him a karate blow over the back of his neck. Down he fell unconscious at her feet.
Lifting him up over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and clutching on to a black plastic bag with her free hand, she carried him out into the street and hailed a cab.
"Give me a hand, will you?" she asked the driver. "My husband had a little too much to drink and passed out."
"Sure, lady," he answered as he jumped out of the cab and held open the door while Betty placed Dan's unconscious body on the back seat.
It was a fifteen minute ride to her place, and as Dan began to stir, wham, another blow right to the back of his neck and he was out like a light again.
"I can manage," she said as she paid the driver and gave him a five dollar tip.
Then, tying the plastic bag around Dan's neck, she lifted him out of the seat like a papier mache dummy, and slinging him across her shoulder, carried him up the stoop and into the house.
The cab driver looked after her in awe. "I sure as hell wouldn't want a wife like that," he said aloud, "she could kill that guy with that kind of strength," little realizing that was exactly what she had planned to do.
When Dan came to, he found himself naked with his arms tightly bound behind his back and his mouth taped. Around his chest was a huge belt that held the upper portion of his body tightly fastened to the bed. A couch pillow had been placed under his ass and his legs were spread wide open and securely tied to the posts of the bed.
Then he noticed Betty glaring down at him, eyes blazing with hatred. "You just couldn't let well enough alone. You had to go blabbering that big shit mouth of yours to the head shrinker. Well, now you're going to get jarred. I thought with you it would have ended differently than with those others, but you just had to go out of your way to screw it up."
Dan hadn't the faintest idea of what she was talking about until she said, "That old fag of a psychiatrist of yours sure put up a struggle when I told him that he knew too much about me and had to be jarred."
Dan's blood froze in his veins when he suddenly realized that she was the one that had killed all those people.
"You always wanted to know what I meant when I said jarred. Well, you sure earned the right to know," she said as she wheeled the three large cabinets in front of Dan. Then unlocking the padlocks, she swung open the doors.
Dan's eyes bulged in their sockets as he saw rows of neatly stacked jars with cocks and balls of various sizes floating around in what looked like some sort of preserving fluid. On each jar, neatly labeled, was printed the name and vital statistics of her victims.
"Tins one should interest you," she sneered, as she showed him one marked 'Crazy Jack.'
Dan felt nauseous as he saw the floating organ.
"This bastard promised to marry me, then tried tricking me into whoring for him. When I found out that he was having an affair with that hunchback, I jarred him, then planted all that incriminating evidence in the hunchback's apartment. The idiot always kept his door open during the day, so getting in was no problem.
"Jack told me that he had been in the nut house and under the least little pressure would confess to anything, so I knocked off two birds with one stone. But you had to screw it up by running to that fag doctor and telling him everything.
"Well, he's in no condition to tell anyone about me, and in another five minutes, neither will you be, All these other souvenirs that you see here," she pointed with pride, "were grabbed and gotten from all different types of men throughout the city. Stock brokers, letter carriers, delivery boys, you name it, I got it." She smiled down at Dan.
"You see, this is a hobby with me. It's my way of getting even with the male sex for taking advantage of us women for so long. Now, in your case it's a necessity to add you to ray collection. You know too much. By the way, I put your ass-hole buddy, Dr. Landow, in this jar. See?" She held it up proudly in front of Dan, who was by now petrified with fear.
"I had a nice shiny jar all set up for you, labeled and everything, but since you two were such close pals, I'm going to put you both together in one large heart-shaped jar. Now, isn't that romantic?" she sneered down at her helpless victim, enjoying every moment of his torment.
"Okay, big mouth, enough explanations. Now you're going to get what you earned."
Reaching into one of the cabinets, she unwrapped a blood-stained surgical knife, then grabbing Dan by the head of his limp penis with her left hand like one would grab a chicken by the neck, she stretched it up to his full length while her right hand closed in with the knife.
Dan's screams came out as gurgles from beneath the tape, making no impression whatsoever on her. In fact, she looked fascinated at what she was about to do, when suddenly the sound of a club banging against the door diverted her attention.
"Open up in there. Police!" A heavy voice boomed.
Betty, quickly throwing a bedspread over Dan, yelled out, "Just a minute." Then closing the cabinets, she threw the surgical knife under the bed.
"Open up or we will break it down!" the heavy voice boomed again, followed by the shaking of the door.
"Okay, keep your pants on," Betty shouted, swinging open the door. With a snarl she looked at the two police officers. "What the hell do you two jerks want?"
For a moment, both were taken back by her greeting, then the biggest of the two said, "We have a complaint from a cab driver that something fishy is going on in here."
"Like what?" she sneered.
"Like you carrying a man up here claiming he's drunk, while the driver saw you knock him unconscious with a rabbit punch, in the mirror, and like you claiming to be his wife and you didn't have a ring on. Okay lady, where is he?"
"Why don't you take a look?" she asked, her eyes blazing with hatred.
'That's just what we intend to do," he answered.
A fast look around the room revealed nothing.
"Now that you had your fun, I'm taking your numbers and reporting you for forcing your way in here without a search warrant."
"Now wait a minute lady, we didn't...."
"Shut up!" she yelled. "And get the hell out of here!"
The big burly cop paled, then looking foolishly at the other officer, both started walking out when they suddenly heard a muffled cry from the bed. Drawing his gun, he ordered her to stand up against the wall while the smaller officer ran toward the bed and pulled off the bedspread.
"Well, I'll be damned," he said, looking down at Dan's nude bound body.
"So, you're going to report us?" said the policeman that was holding the gun on Betty. "I think there's a lot more here than meets the eye. Untie him."
Within seconds Dan was untied. Ripping the tape off his mouth he yelled, "She's a murderess, officer. She's the Ripper! She's the one that killed all those people, and she was about to kill me, too!"
While both men's attention was riveted on what Dan was saying, Betty swung into action. Grabbing the policeman by his gun hand, she spun him around and twisted his arm painfully up behind his back, causing him to drop the gun to the floor while the powerful fingers of her other hand dug deeply into the back of his neck.
Then she began shaking the big man as though he was a rag doll.
"Help! She's killing me!" he yelled to the other officer who started running to his aid.
Betty whirled, still holding on to her helpless victim and gave the would-be rescuer a kick right in the groin that sent him flying backwards crashing right through the window to the street below. Then, forcing the big man, who she held like a child in her steel grip toward the same window, she said, "I know you boys want to be together-"
"No! No! Don't!" he begged as she shoved him screaming through the already broken window.
Then, turning like a prehistoric monster, she eyed Dan who was so shocked from what he had just witnessed that he just stood there looking at her with disbelief.
"I'm glad you stayed," she said calmly, "because I'm going to start by ripping your head off, then your arms, and then your legs, and..."
"No!" Dan broke from his trance-like stare when he realized what was about to happen to him. But he had waited too long. She had cornered him against the wall. "Help! Help!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as she closed in on him.
Grabbing him by his head, she slowly began twisting it backwards with her powerful arms, then everything went black.
When Dan came to, he was sitting up in a chair wrapped in a blanket with Lieutenant Condon holding a broken ammonia capsule under his nose.
"You're okay, lad. Take it easy," he reassured him.
Looking around the room fearfully, Dan asked, "Where is she?"
"Don't worry about her. She won't bother you again or anyone else for that matter. It's lucky we got here in time. In another second she would have broken your neck."
"Lieutenant, she's the ripper. She..."
"Yes, I know," he cut in. "She confessed to everything. Psychos like that usually do once they're caught."
"You mean...? "
"Yes," the lieutenant answered. "She probably will be committed. No one in their right mind would have done the things she did." Getting up the lieutenant asked, "Do you think you can get dressed and home by yourself?"
Feeling his neck and head as he got up, Dan answered, "I'll be all right, thanks."
"Oh, by the way," the lieutenant paused as he neared the door, "she left a message for you."
"What was it?" Dan asked.
"She said to tell you that she's sorry."
"Well," Dan said, "I'm not one to hold a grudge. After all, she was..."
"I didn't finish," the lieutenant cut in. "She said she was sorry that we didn't get there five minutes later."
