In this turbulent modern life, a time of rapid change and upheaval, unsuspecting citizens are often confronted by clever swindlers and racketeers whose methods of entrapment grow in maturity and sophistication to keep pace with the heady speed of today's world. There is perhaps no better illustration of this theme than the subject of the timely narrative that is to follow: phony massage parlors.
Headlines scream daily of the shocking reality that often exists behind the tempting facade of these massage studios; although the majority of these places are honest, and provide a much-needed physical therapy for many satisfied customers, a surprisingly large number are nothing more than masks for financial swindle and, more importantly, lurid sexual practices. What appears to be an innocent business enterprise often turns out to be a den of debauchery, with which hundreds of average Americans, wittingly or unwittingly, have become involved, often at great financial sacrifice and personal grief. The young couple around whom our story revolves are a typical example.
Todd Getz is a rugged, hard-hitting reporter with a weekly Atlanta news magazine; his current assignment is a secret expose of a recently-opened chain of swank massage studios, which his editor feels are actually nothing more than elegant whorehouses. His wife, Lynn, a radiantly beautiful, demure young girl, is troubled with sexual fears, and in an ironic twist of fate she becomes the unsuspecting victim of the very massage studios her husband is trying to expose.
In the eloquent, powerful story that is to follow, our young couple will be drawn into a strange maze of intrigue and debauchery, culminating in a climax of galvanic proportions. You'll meet Reba Hollister, a voluptuous, seductive, yet deadly female. Sammy, a masseur whose appealing good looks belie a lewd, amoral mind, and Judy, a blonde, nubile teenager with wanton tastes. Due to the explosive nature of this narrative, extreme care had been taken to present it in it's full context, with exceptional attention to detail and exposition. The author, Allan Mahr, had provided us with a graphic analysis of not only the structure of the massage racket, but of the subtle psychological and sexual forces that come into play and drive our young couple into the turbulent nightmare that nearly overwhelms them.
The publishers are proud to present this searing social document and hope that it may be of some help in destroying such illicit underworld activity. It is rare that a story such as this is told with such vivid insight and thorough understanding of the subject, and we hope that you, the readers, share our enthusiasm for this enthralling, important work.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
In the sensuous heat of the late August sun, Todd Getz, a ruggedly handsome young man of twenty-six, sat restless and impatient waiting for the rush hour traffic jam of cars to move forward. He gazed with irritation at the seemingly endless line of glistening automobiles idling along a mile-long section of the Atlanta Expressway.
Christ, I'm not going to get home before seven-thirty at this rate, he thought angrily, and that means Lynn's going to be upset because the roast burned or some damn thing like that.
But no matter how he beeped his horn in a futile attempt to get the snarled traffic moving, it looked like it was going to be a slow ride to his house in Marietta. Easing back in his seat, he lit a cigarette and then flicked on the portable battery tape recorder that sat beside him on the white-leather seat of the late model sedan.
"Hello, Mr. Taylor," a low, husky female voice purred on the unrolling tape. "You're right on time. Make yourself comfortable...."
The tape picked up the rustling noises of two people moving about a thickly carpeted room. Todd had been inwardly elated when he received the recording only three hours earlier in his office, for it provided a major link in the chain of information he had been diligently compiling for the past two months. His mind flashed vividly back to that day in late spring when his boss at GeorgiaTimes magazine had called him into his office.
"Todd," his heavy-set superior had said, as he settled into his desk swivel chair and puffed nonchalantly on a cigar, "How would you like to have a massage?"
"What?" the young reporter had asked incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about?"
The gray-haired editor laughed.
"I'm talking about the biggest expose GeorgiaTimes has had since the old 'payola' days!"
He flipped a brochure onto his desk, and Todd saw that it was an advertisement for a luxury massage parlor chain, a multi-million dollar franchise operation that had opened expensive salons all across the nation in only ten months; it was a hugely successful enterprise. The cover of the brochure showed a beautiful young couple, in tight, well-designed uniforms, standing in a richly decorated room that apparently was the interior of a typical studio. Todd had noted that one such studio had recently opened near his home. The legend on the brochure read: Relax in Elegant Comfort: Have a Quiet Soothing Massage at the Finger Delight Salon.
"We have information," the old editor went on to say as Todd picked up the folder, "that this operation offers a lot more than a healthy massage. Now, mind you, it's only a rumor, but I got it from a generally reliable source. Apparently people get suckered into signing a tight contract before they realize what's really going on."
"The old contract swindle, right?" the young journalist interjected.
"That, plus a new ingredient. Sex." Todd stared intently at his superior. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that, looked at in a certain light, these massage parlors are nothing more than fancy whore-houses."
The young journalist looked down quickly at the brochure and then back to his boss.
"But, how the hell do they get away with it?"
"Their customers like it at first, it seems. They get a real royal treatment. I mean these crooks know their business. They play on people's weaknesses. People are scared of getting caught in a scandal, they're afraid to say anything. So they pay through the nose to keep it quiet. That is, if the rumors are true. That's where you come in. Todd, I don't care how much money you need or how you want to handle it. Take the story and bust the business wide open. Get the truth, and by God we'll scoop every other damn magazine in the country. Will you do it?"
The young red-haired reporter grinned widely.
"You're damned right I will," he snapped as he stuffed the brochure in his jacket pocket. "Besides, I've been feeling a little tense lately, and the least I'll get out of it is an expense account and a good massage."
Now, two months later, after endless interviews and research, his work was nearing its climax. Todd eased the car up to thirty as the traffic finally began to move forward, and listened intently to the tape.
"You've got such a nice body, Mr. Taylor," the female was saying, "it'll be a real pleasure to make you happy."
"Thanks...." the man called Taylor replied. Hearing the voices on the tape, Todd thought what a lucky break it had been to get the man, who had recently signed a contract with the operation, to agree to secretly tape his third massage session, with a miniature recorder hidden in his clothes; it was sensitive enough to pick up conversation thirty yards away. For the first time the dedicated young journalist had suspected was true.
"You seem quite relaxed already," the woman's voice was saying in soothing tones, "and I must say you're such a beautiful man ... pardon my saying so, Mr. Taylor, but it's nice to get a customer with such a nice hard body. Turn over on your back now."
The hidden recorder had worked perfectly, and Todd laughed to himself as the "massage" continued.
"Such a nice chest," the masseuse cooed, "mmmm ... you really turn me on...."
The reporter drove steadily, slipping into a relatively empty lane, and listened intently...." and your cock ... it's so big ... so pink and thick ... and it feels so nice in my hands like this, Mr. Taylor ... so thick and hard ... mmmmmmmm...."
The traffic was moving quickly now, and Todd picked up speed. He lit a cigarette and pressed his foot forward on the accelerator...." you won't mind if I touch it ... with my lips ... I'd really like to wet my lips and taste your beautiful cock ... let me ... oh, let me suck you...."
The young journalist heard Taylor moaning deeply as the masseuse began her expert oral stimulation.
"Ooohh god...." the man mewled, "oh, that feels so good."
Todd could hear the woman groaning also, and the sensitive recorder even picked up the wet, smacking sounds her lips made as they enclosed Taylor's turgid penis hungrily. The highly magnified erotic groans began to have their effect on the reporter, for as he drove swiftly up the expressway, his own thick, muscular cock began to harden and his heavy balls pulsed rhythmically against the tight material of his pants.
"Christ, oh Christ," Taylor cried out on the tape, "I'm going to cum soon ... Oh Christ, I'm going to cuuummmm!"
Tood's loins began to pound wildly, and his body grew achingly hot, both from the humid heat of the afternoon and the lurid sexual sounds that came from the recorder.
"Ah ... ahh ... AAAAHHHHHHH!" Taylor screeched as he obviously writhed in the throes of an orgasm. "UUUUNNNNGGGGH!"
Todd felt himself rocked from head to foot by the compelling shouts of pleasure, and he was stunned to realize he was on the verge of orgasm himself just from hearing the lewd sounds. His vision had blurred momentarily and, as it cleared, he suddenly realized his foot was pressed too heavily down on the gas pedal! He was hurtling forward at nearly eighty miles an hour and was rushing headlong towards a slower automobile! He quickly slammed on the brakes and twisted the wheel, missing the other car by only inches, then swerved safely into the next lane. Slowing down, he breathed a deep sigh of relief and hastily switched off the tape recorder.
Get a hold of yourself, man, he thought sharply, you'll ram into the goddamn concrete next!
He breathed deeply a few times to restore his balance.
I'm too wound up in this, he mused. I'll short circuit myself if I'm not careful.
He knew instinctively that the steady diet of lurid information that proved to be part and parcel of the story was having a negative effect on him. His research had revealed that the franchise was run by racketeers of the highest order, unscrupulous, remarkably clever people, who played on emotion, sexuality and fear to fleece hundreds of unsuspecting people. To Todd these charlatans were the scum of the earth; it gave him special pride to find the flaw in their setup and blow them to kingdom come with his stinging brand of reportage. He had known them all in his five years as a top journalist: con artists, crooks, perverts, and hustlers, and he delighted in exposing them for what they were. Yet undeniably, the pressure on him in his massage parlour story was enormous, and now he felt exhausted, although the most dangerous part of his work was yet to come. The plan now was for Todd himself to apply for a treatment with the studio, under a false name, and find out for himself.
I hope I've still got enough cool left to carry it off, he thought to himself bitterly. The way I feel I'd like to give the first goddamn masseur I run into a good right to the jaw.
As he reached his exit, he turned off the expressway and slowly drove down the ramp to the street.
Seven o'clock! Christ, and I promised Lynn I'd be home by six come hell or high water!
He knew that his assignment had been particularly hard on Lynn, his young bride of only six months; despite the long hours he was required to spend away from home until the story was done, he was unable to tell his beautiful new spouse what he was up to; his boss had requested total secrecy to prevent any news leak before they were ready to break the story. He knew she was troubled by his erratic behavior, and although he had explained as best he could that this was the drawback of being married to a journalist, she still grew suspicious and sullen when he was away. But his long hours were only part of the problem, for of late he had been confronted with a certain coldness in her behavior, especially in bed, that went far beyond her anxiety concerning his job and hours. Although their honeymoon had been a delight, Todd had sensed a certain passivity in her reactions even then that disturbed him. At first it didn't seem to matter.
Jesus, he thought ruefully, all I had to do was look at her then, and I'd practically cum before I had my pants off!
But as the first months of marriage passed, Lynn's passivity had turned to coldness, then to almost active resistance when Todd had begun to demand more and more abandoned erotic play. Todd knew that his sense of manhood demanded the release of his more savage instincts to give added dimension to their bedroom lovemaking, but Lynn seemed unable to break through her old resistances.
If her mother and father hadn't been so cold themselves, the reporter mused, I know she wouldn't be so afraid to let go.
Her parents were wealthy Atlantans, more interested in climbing the social ladder than in their daughter; they had sent her from earliest childhood to live in expensive boarding schools, particularly of the strict and regimented kind. Without her parents' love, and without warmth or proper instructions from her teachers, Lynn had remained almost totally undeveloped sexually, a fact her concerned young husband was trying desperately to understand. His own family, warm and giving working-class people, had given him a rich, full love of life. They were poor as far as money was concerned, Todd knew, but in other ways they were wealthier than kings.
If Lynn had only known my folks before they died it might have been easier, he thought. If she could only understand how beautiful, how truly beautiful she is, she would know how foolish all her fears are!
A vivid image flashed into his mind, as he drove closer to his destination, of the way Lynn had looked when they met at a luncheonette in downtown Atlanta. He was covering a story on drugs then, and she was a social worker, taking a cup of coffee between visits to local families. When she had entered the shop every eye in the place had turned to her, and small wonder! She was a radiantly lovely young girl, with glistening, light brown hair that hung down in long, soft waves about her face. Her skin was the color of rose and cream, and her golden brown eyes sparkled like diamonds. She wore very little makeup, yet her cheeks bloomed like pink carnations, and her reddish lips were full and sensual.
She was dressed that day in a clinging, soft white jersey blouse that modestly revealed her firmly up-thrust young breasts that jutted out ripely beneath the supple garment. Her tight, yellow miniskirt molded her tiny waist and lushly curving hips to perfection. Her legs were sleek, long and slender, and she wore yellow shoes on her slim delicate feet. The sight of her beautiful face and ravishing young body had nearly made Todd spill his coffee, and he was determined to strike up a conversation and make a date with the demure social worker. Like a miracle, it seemed to be love at first sight. Six months later they were married. Yet now, Todd realized unhappily, the bright elated happiness they had known together at first was slipping somehow out of their grasp.
Christ, I don't know what to do any more, he ruminated, between this pressure to get the story and trying to keep my marriage together!
He had dated several women during his bachelor days and as a result knew quite a lot about the art of love, even though he was far from being a Don Juan. His previous experience did him no good now, and he was at something of a loss to cope with his alluring wife's growing coldness and anxiety.
Man, I still want to fuck the hell out of that woman! I love her! But we keep getting nowhere!
To his surprise, he found that his long, fleshy penis had come painfully erect again at the thought of making love to his voluptuous young wife. His massively rigid cock pulsated against the material of his trousers, yearning to slide back and forth against the wetly quivering wall of Lynn's tight little pussy. Despite his frustration and weariness, the young reporter found his mind flooded with torrid images of his slender wife like a pornographic movie playing in his head, seeing her as he had never seen her before! Her nakedly gleaming form seemed to beckon like a mirage to him as he drove. He could almost see her running ahead of him on the street, naked and laughing, her sensually supple body shimmering with flaming desire, her light hair billowing wildly behind her. Todd shook his head roughly, trying to keep his concentration on the road, but a turbulent onrush of passion filled every part of his broad, muscular body. His bloated genitals were throbbing madly now, screaming for release ... any kind of release! A light film of sweat broke out on his forehead as he gripped his hands tightly on the steering wheel. A voice seemed to be calling to him ... Lynn's voice....
Come to me, my darling, the voice seemed to say, come to me and sink your big wonderful cock into my love-starved body.
Try as he might to resist, Todd was caught up in a wild inner fantasy that was taking him over like an obscene hallucination.
Fuck this goddamn story I'm working on, he thought, it's driving me nuts!
In my mind's eye he now saw his wife lying on their bed at home, her legs splayed lewdly apart as her tapering fingers gently, lovingly fondled the pink fleshy folds nestled in the golden, furry tangle of her vaginal mounds. The moistly crinkled entrance of her pussy loomed in his mind like a pulsing, steaming sunburst, inviting him to unbelievable pleasure. His thick muscular cock jerked hotly in response to the extraordinary vision, and his blood raced through his body as he trembled with passion.
Maybe that's just what I need to do, he thought suddenly, just get home and show Laura how much I love her, and fuck her till the crack of dawn! Jesus, that would be great! Maybe that's what we both need!
The tormenting visions vanished as his concentration centered on coming home to his lovely wife. Laughing inwardly at the prospect of a wild, abandoned screwing he reached down, his left hand massaged his impatiently throbbing cock beneath the tight cloth.
Sure, I've been out so damn much and so wound up in the story we just haven't been able to really get together! My mind's been on a hundred things at once! Maybe if I just take the time to ease her mind and make her happy, we'll break through a lot of this nonsense! Sure!
He became full of exuberance and excitement at the prospect. His body tingled with waves of warm anticipation and he yearned to slip between the cool sheets and feel the warm, nakedly succulent form of his wife pressed tightly to his hungering body. He promised himself to take great pains to be careful with her when he got home, and when she was ready, he would take her on a rocket ride to the moon!
CHAPTER TWO
Lynn Getz paced anxiously back and forth in the spacious bedroom of the attractive, modern split-level home she shared with her husband. She was dressed in a light, filmy blue nightgown that tantalizingly revealed her shapely body beneath its gauzy lace and chiffon. Her long, shining hair was drawn back and tied lightly with a silky blue ribbon. Yet, despite her alluring appearance, she was distressed; and the clear, pink skin of her face was streaked with tears. Walking quickly to a window, she drew back the white curtain and gazed intently up and down the quiet street that grew darker as twilight approached.
Todd, her mind screamed as she saw no cars approaching the house, where are you? Where are you?
Her husband had promised her to be home by six o'clock and now it was past seven. She had tried to calm herself earlier, telling herself over and over that late hours were to be expected, especially when your husband is a reporter. But by six thirty the baked potatoes had been burned, and the vegetables were cooked almost past eating; Lynn had grown furious.
I planned a special dinner, she thought angrily as her eyes continued to search the empty street, something I thought he would really like! It's been so hard between us ... I wanted this to be a special night!
She had bought candles and a special Chinese incense, hoping that she might make up for her cold and quarrelsome behavior of late. She had bathed and dressed in her most seductive nightgown, in the hopes that she and her handsome young husband could rekindle the spark of romance that seemed to be growing dimmer with each month of marriage. But now, as the minutes ticked by, her optimism and hope had faded until her face was a bitter mask of tearful resentment. She turned suddenly away from the window and walked to the phone beside the wide double bed. She dialed deliberately and slowly, then listened. There was a click, and a female voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello, I'd like to speak to Todd Getz, please."
There was a short pause.
"I'm sorry lady," the voice said, "there ain't nobody here now."
"This is GeorgiaTimes Magazine, isn't it?"
"That's the place, but they've all left, I'm the cleaning woman."
Lynn suddenly felt foolish and embarrassed at having called.
"I ... I called before...." she stammered, "and there was no answer ... I thought...."
"I heard the phone ring, but I was way down the hall. Sorry, anything wrong, honey?"
"No ... no...." Lynn whispered, biting her lip to fight back the tears, "nothing's wrong...."
She hung up the phone as a pang of anxiety surged through her mind. She felt lonely and unhappy as she gazed around at the room, taking in the familiar early-American furnishings that she and Todd had chosen so painstakingly together. They both loved that particular style and had made their home a showplace of comfort and colonial charm. But now, as her tear-blurred eyes fell over each item, she wondered what had happened to their marriage.
I'm trying Todd, she cried inwardly, I'm trying so hard! Glancing at the clock she saw it was nearly 7:30. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she rose and walked quickly to the window again and hoped for some sign of Todd's return. But she saw nothing, only the quiet, ordered surburban street. What a striking difference, it seemed to her, between the placid calm of the landscaped houses and the turbulent anxiety that flooded her almost continually now.
With a deep sigh, she turned from the window and decided to go down to the kitchen to see what she could salvage from dinner. But as she passed her vanity table, her eye fell on a framed color photograph of Todd that sat amidst the bottles of cologne and body lotion. It was a picture taken on their honeymoon in Florida, and in it Todd stood dressed only in his tight swimming trunks, grinning from ear to ear. Lynn loved the picture, and as her eyes drank in his bronzed, powerful body a thrill of excitement ran through her. She gazed lovingly at his broad, muscular shoulders, sculpted athletic chest and slim, hard hips. Lynn's handsome husband had the body of a rugged young god; a unique combination of a rough and ready laborer and a supple Greek athlete. The sight of him standing there in the bright sun, with the blue Atlantic sparkling behind him and his reddish-blond curly hair glistening like fire brought a well of affection and love to her worried young bride from deep within her. Suddenly it seemed as if all her anxiety was fading away, and in its place she felt tremors of desire take hold of her. She longed to hold her husband in her arms and have him comfort her, tell her everything was going to be all right. No one could calm her like Todd could, nobody!
"Todd," she said softly to the framed photograph, "I love you so much, please believe me! I know it's been hard, darling, but give me time, please."
With renewed determination she banished all troubling thoughts from her mind and walked downstairs to the kitchen. She took a large, thick steak out of the refrigerator, and placed it on the sideboard next to the electric range, and began seasoning it, adding a dash of wine for flavor. Then she inspected the vegetables and potatoes, to see if there wasn't some way to perk them up despite their being overcooked. It was at that moment she heard the car pull into the driveway. Despite her decision to resist all anxiety, a knot of tension began to throb in the pit of her stomach.
* * *
Todd deftly lowered the garage door into place and locked it. Turning to the house, a senes of eager anticipation ran through him as he saw the familiar sight of his handsome dwelling; his genitals pulsed warmly, still throbbing with the desire to make love to the ravishing, young woman he knew waited inside. He reminded himself once again to be as gentle and understanding as possible with her, then walked to the front door. Opening it, he called inside.
"I'm home honey!"
"I'm in the kitchen, Todd," his wife replied.
He strode buoyantly through the hallway and into the kitchen, where he caught sight of his wife stirring a pot. Seeing her standing there in her sheer, blue peignoir took Todd's breath away; she was truly a vision of loveliness, especially the way the light played teasingly through the folds of her flimsy gown to reveal the wildly sensual promise of her perfect young body. His rapidly hardening cock gave an excited lurch in response, and he quickly slipped off his madras sports jacket, moved to Lynn and wrapped his strong arms around her waist affectionately.
"You're a good-lookin' woman, you know that babe?" he said warmly.
Lynn was inwardly very pleased at the compliment, and she blushed shyly.
"Thank you, darling," she whispered, and turned to him, circling her slim arms around him as well. "Oh, I've missed you so much."
They were drawn into a warm kiss, and as they did a jolt of electricity flashed through Todd's warmly aroused body. Drawing her tighter, he plunged his tongue hungrily into the soft, fleshy cavern of her warm wet mouth, probing with the tip into every secret recess behind her teeth.
At first Lynn was swept away by her husband's authoritative kiss, but as he plunged his tongue deeper into her she began to tremble slightly with fear. Sensing this involuntary reaction, she tried to ignore it, but the wilder the kiss, the stronger the anxiety surged until finally, she pulled away to collect herself.
"I ... I almost ruined the dinner," she stammered, as she turned her attention back to the steak.
"The hell with that," Todd replied, his voice husky with desire. "We can eat later ... I've got something else on my mind first."
Lynn smiled weakly, trying to hide the terror that was rising in her chest and throat.
"I've ... I've just got to finish this ... then ... then...." But even as she spoke, a thick wall of resentment sprang up between her and her ardent young husband. "Why ... why were you so late?" she queried timidly in a thin voice, "you said you'd be home at six...."
"Gee, I'm sorry, honey, but there was a last-minute visitor at the office, and then I ran into the goddmanest traffic jam on the expressway. I thought I wouldn't be back till ten at the rate those cars were going. I would have called, but it was impossible."
"Oh?" Lynn replied, almost inaudibly.
"But I'm home now, babe; and I'm going to try to make up for that lost time."
Smiling warmly, Todd once again moved behind his wife, who pretended to busy herself with the dinner preparations, and placed his hands suggestively on the succulent half-moons of her firmly rounded buttocks; he squeezed seductively, enjoying the texture of her ripe flesh beneath the silk and lace garment she wore. But Lynn did not share his rising passion, indeed as his wide, strong hands kneaded her buttocks, her body tensed and she scarcely breathed.
"Oh, darling," she said suddenly, "I got a card from mother and dad today, let me get it."
Before Todd realized what was happening, his wife had twisted away and gone into the hallway to get the postcard. A sense of rage took hold of him at her obvious retreat from his rapidly growing ardor, but he tried to cool himself, remembering his decision to be as gentle as possible with her.
"It's from Paris," she said excitedly, as she returned with a large card in her hand. "Look, it's a picture of Notre Dame. Isn't it beautiful."
Patiently, Todd took the card from her. He glanced quickly at the standard tourist photo of the famous church then turned it over to read the written message.
Dearest Lynn, the printing read, we are in Paris now. Next week we'll be in Istanbul! It's so terribly exciting, we wish you could be here with us! Your father bought me the prettiest necklace! How are you sweetheart? I hope married life isn't too hard on you! We worry about you constantly. See you next Fall! Love, Mother and Dad. PS. How is Todd?
"All I get is a P.S.," Todd said, with a slight trace of bitterness in his voice. "They still think I'm a lower-class bum!"
"Todd, that's not true, and you know it!" Lynn replied insistently. "Maybe they were slow to accept you at first, but I know they love you now!"
Despite Lynn's assurances, Todd knew it wasn't true. Her rich, snobbish parents had disliked him from the first. They would have preferred that their daughter marry a society doctor or lawyer, or someone with a "good" family name, not some scrappy, unknown reporter from the north end of town. They had tried to prevent the marriage, at any cost, to keep their daughter firmly tied to their tradition and authority. Todd even felt strongly that Lynn's mother was jealous of her only daughter's beauty and was trying, if possible, to keep her out of sight as much as possible. Lynn had been brought up in one strict boarding school after another, and now, when it looked like their daughter's marriage to Todd was unavoidable, they took a seven month cruise right before the wedding. It brought heartbreak to Lynn, and angry response from Todd.
"Face it, Lynn," the young reporter said, "they don't like me, and they never will. I'm just a guy from the wrong side of the tracks to them. I think if your mother had her way she'd have kept you as a spinster, locked up in that posh mausoleum they call home!"
Lynn was shocked to hear him say all this.
"Todd, don't talk about my family that way!
Maybe they haven't been perfect, but they're not ... they're not cruel ... like you're implying!"
"Oh babe," Todd said, trying to calm his beautiful wife, "I know they're just doing what they think is right ... but you've got to admit it hasn't been easy."
Lynn reflected for a moment on what he was saying ... she remembered her mother's parting words before their marriage ... Remember Lynn, Todd is from another world, a world that is very different from ours and not as cultured. I can't prevent this marriage, but I warn you not to let him defile you in any way ... men of his type tend to be animals, and that's all they want from a woman. Remember you're a lady, and a lady never lowers herself to a man's level! Remember!
The troubled young wife's brow knotted with worry as the bitter words rang through her brain. Seeing it, Todd moved into embrace her once again.
"Aw, don't let it get you down, Lynn," he said warmly. "It's been rough, but we'll work it out." He took her in his arms and held her tight. "As long as we've got each other we'll be okay! Oh, honey, you're just what I need." Passionate tremors once again raced through him, and he began to cover Lynn's face with hot kisses. But as he did, Lynn began to resist again.
"Todd...." she whispered edgily, "Todd ... I...."
"I tell you what," her eager mate continued in a low seductive voice, "why don't we go upstairs, and light a couple of candles, and then slip into our nice warm bed...."
More than anything in the world, Lynn wanted to make love with Todd, and yet her body shook involuntarily with fear at his suggestion. .
"Todd," she said, trying to mask her anxiety. "Why don't you let me cook dinner first?"
"Later ... later," he moaned, as he licked her creamy swan-like neck with his warm, wet tongue. "This can't wait ... oh babe, I've been hot for you all day...." Spontaneously, he kissed her shoulder so hard that it raised a little red welt. Lynn drew back, shocked at the savage intensity of his kiss."
"Don't ... don't do that," she cried, shaking with alarm. "I don't like it when you do that."
The young journalist felt his temper begin to boil. He had been patient and deliberate, and yet no matter what he did, the minute he began to grow passionate she closed off like a slammed door.
"Lynn, for God's sake what's wrong?" he asked, somewhat angrily. "I want to make love to you, isn't that apparent? You're treating me like I was poison."
"I'm not Todd, believe me ... it's just ... it's just ... I've been cooking ... let me take a shower ... and then...."
"A shower? What the hell do you need a shower for?" he demanded. "You look like you just stepped out of a goddamn sauna bath! You don't want me to fuck you, is that it?"
"Don't use that kind of language with me!" she screamed suddenly.
"I'll use any kind of language I want!
Understand?" Todd found himself shouting at her. "And what's more I'm sick of this crap! You're treating me like I'm dirt, like your mother used to do!"
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" she shouted back, her face twisting into a sneering, ugly mask of anger.
"It is!" he shouted back. "THAT DAME'S A BITCH!"
"TODD!"
"AND WHEN YOU START ACTING LIKE THIS, YOU'RE JUST AS BAD!"
"I won't listen to this! I WON'T!" she cried petulantly, stamping her foot. She turned away from him and quickly fled to the second floor, leaving Todd alone and frustrated in the kitchen. Furious, because his plan for a gentle seduction had blown up in his face, Todd sat down and lit a cigarette, trying to ease his seething mind.
This is getting ridiculous, he thought angrily, I can't lay a hand on my own wife! Christ, what am I supposed to do now? Damn it! Damn it!
Upstairs he could hear the shower' being turned on, but he knew his wife was only evading him; she was obviously freshly bathed when he had come home. The sense of freezing hostility that had become so familiar between them lately, once again filled the house. There were no sounds but the ticking of the ticking clock and the water running in the shower above. Todd's fists clenched tightly as anger rose brutally within his mind. He felt he was being denied what was rightly due him as a husband; he was weary from his constant attempts to break through his wife's frigid behavior. His patience was at the breaking point, and the frustration he had so laboriously concealed time and time again rushed through him now with violent intensity. He drew deeply on his cigarette, trying to fight the rampaging anger, but it was of no avail. His abdomen pounded like a jackhammer, both from long pen tup desire and from the boiling fury that overwhelmed him.
I'm not going to take anymore of this, his mind screamed! I want what's rightly mine as a man! And I want it tonight!
Rising from the table, his eyes glazed with fury, he moved with increasing determination into the hallway and up the stairs, into the bedroom. Then he began to undress slowly, he heard the sound of the shower rhythmically cascading in the bathroom. He removed his trousers and laid them over the back of Lynn's vanity chair, then peeled off his tapered shirt, t-shirt and shorts and placed them carefully there also. With a wicked smile, he remembered the flask of whiskey he kept in his bureau drawer and, going to it, he quickly swallowed two warm, stinging shots of the liquor and shivered as he stood naked on the thick rug.
Ah, that's good, he thought, as the potent liquid made his body tingle and throb hotly; his brain began to reel slightly. Christ, I won't be made a fool of by my own wife and her goddamn family! I WON'T!
After a couple more shots, he replaced the silver flask in the drawer and slammed it shut. He felt a further burst of rage flush his face and neck; he was almost savage now from the whiskey he had consumed, as he listened to the shower behind the closed bathroom door.
She's in there right now, that prudish little bitch, he thought. She's completely naked, soaping up those soft, beautiful breasts of hers and that nice tight little cunt, cleansing her privates of any foulness, just like her mother taught her! And then what? She'll come out here and give me a goddamn peck on the cheek and go to sleep or make dinner of some fuckin' thing like that while I go nuts like some frustrated dope! Jesus, it's the most beautiful, natural act in the world, and she acts as if I'm a rapist!
Todd's brain suddenly began to visualize through the haze of his anger, the lovely, supple form of his wife as she stood naked beneath the needle-point shower spray: Her high, pure white, berry-nippled, pliantly perfect breasts robed with a mantle of soapsuds; her slim, softly dimpled ass-cheeks beaded with the hot water; her long, light-brown hair damp from steam and flowing like soft cornsilk over her alabaster skin. He could clearly visualize her natural golden pubic triangle, thin and gossamer wispy, framing the perfect tender softness of her coral pink cuntal lips; her long slender legs tapering down from the rich, creamy thighs into perfect columns ... glistening with water ... slippery with soap ... perfumed ... warm ... and wet....
The raging young husband felt a stinging wave of desire rush through his loins to ignite in a hot fire that tingled maddeningly in his testicles and filled his huge pulsating cock with blood, making it as rigid as a thick, corrugated tree trunk. His heart began to plunge violently in his chest-both from his intensely aroused state, and from his anger at his beautiful wife's frigid attitude. His penis was trembling with desire now, and his eyes stared fixedly at the closed bathroom door. Yes, he knew she was in there ... naked, as he was naked ... new and lushly desirable ... and he was out here with a hard-on like some great diamond-head drill. But what good was it going to do him? When she came out and took a look at his eagerly jerking cock, she would react, he knew, as she always did: Discomfort, fear at his maledom's great size, shame at its naked-and to her, obscene exposure to her gaze. And she would draw away in open refusal ... as she has done so many times before!
But not tonight, he thought crazily, Goddamnit, not tonight!
The lurid thought grew in Todd's mind like an explosive bomb! Tonight he was going to fuck her! Yes, "fuck" her like a wife ought to be fucked and blast the nonsense right out of her! No more goddamned cow-towing, no more frustrations, no more static, sterile sex!
His legs worked independent of his lust-filled mind and carried him forward across his bedroom with his blood-engorged cock stuck out in front of him like some Roman general's sword ready for battle. He threw open the bathroom door, dimly heard the knob bounce sharply off the tile wall inside and took two giant steps forward. His hand reached out and swept the shower curtain aside, and he leered in at his nakedly beautiful wife standing beneath the rushing fall of water.
She was exactly as he had pictured her to be in the bedroom, with her firmly upthrust breasts lathered all white, and her wetly matted pubic bush glistening with the hot water. Todd's lust-bloated penis jerked spasmodically at the sight of her warm sensuality in the flesh, and his balls ached with the need for the release of his churning load of cum.
Lynn's mouth opened in surprise as she turned at the sound of the curtain being wrenched apart. Involuntarily, she dropped the bar of soap she had been using and made a timid attempt to hide her naked loins from her husband's view.
"Todd," she blurted out, "what are you doing in here?"
Her young husband's long hard cock gave another leap as the surging mixture of desire and rage coursed through him with unrelenting strength.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing in here," he snapped at her, as he stared obscenely at her sculpted loveliness. He lowered one hand and encircled his lust-hardened shaft, lifting it up as if presenting her with a gift. His entire being now was in a haze of liquor and torrential passion.
To Lynn it seemed as if her husband had gone berserk, the way he stared at her like she was a ... a whore! The terrifying sight of his massively rigid penis bulging out like the evil head of some giant eel made her gasp, drawing back against the wall of the shower stall.
"Todd...." she cried faintly ... "Todd, what's wrong ... what are you doing?"
The sex-crazed journalist felt a tremendous surge of brutal power take control of him. He was the lord and master now, and his lips split in a wide, salacious smile of barbarous triumph. All thoughts of gentle seduction were crushed to bits now; all he wanted was satisfaction for his colcanic need!
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, bitch! Right here right now! With your sweet little ass pounding off the cold tile of the goddamn bathroom floor! Understand!"
His foul, repellent words, and their unmistakable meaning, caused Lynn to cry out in abject terror. Never had she heard such revolting things! And from her own husband who supposedly loved her! She couldn't believe it, but it was true-overwhelmingly, frighteningly true! She pressed against the wall as if trying to blend her body with it, trying somehow to escape this leering stranger who stood fondling his monstrous penis and testicles like a filthy pervert before her eyes; but there was no escape ... to Lynn it was as if all her mother's dire warnings were coming true in a sudden, horrible rush! She was paralyzed with fear!
Todd reached up and twisted the shower knobs, shutting off the hammering spray, his eyes not once leaving the nakedly exposed perfection of Lynn's femininity. His painfully throbbing cock and balls felt as if they were weighted down with increasing amounts of white hot lead, and the swollen glands of his weapon ached and tingled with maddening intensity.
"I'm going to put this big prick of mine so far up in your hot little belly that you'll scream and beg for me to pump you full of cum!" he said feverishly.
"Oh God, nooooo!" Lynn squealed in anguish her eyes reflecting the terror she felt. "Todd, oh please Todd don't...."
"The hell I won't!" he roared, still manipulating his great bloated cock, drawing the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness, reveling in the command he had over his young wife at the moment. "I've had it with you and your fucked-up fears about sex! I want a woman, not some sperm receptacle that lies on a bed praying for it all to be over! I want a woman, a real woman, Lynn, and by Christ I'm going to make one out of you tonight!"
With those words, Todd reached and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her soft warmness to him, his hands exploring her voluptuous, shower-wet flesh. His hot mouth sought hers out, found it, closed on it, and his tongue flashed searingly into the warm cavern of her mouth. She fought against him, trying to break his brutally pinning grip, but she was too weak against his powerful masculinity. She felt his heatedly turged penis grind like a red-hot branding iron against her smooth white belly.
No! No! her mind shrieked in disbelief, this can't be happening to me! Oh please! NOOOOO!
Todd pulled her roughly out of the shower stall onto the cold tile floor. She tried to rake his bare back with her nails, but he had her pinned in such a way that she was completely defenseless. He used the weight of his muscular body to force her down onto the floor. Within moments their writhing bodies were stretched out prone, and Todd trailed hot moist kisses down along the warm, wetly glistening flesh of her neck and chest. His mouth found the rising glove of one perfectly nippled breast, and taking the tender bud between his teeth, he licked and sucked it into involuntary hardness. His hand slipped between their bodies, and his fingers slid through the soft, damply curling pubic hair and forced its way between her tightly closed thighs. Then, with the palm of his hand resting flatly against the warm, fluted lips of her cuntal cleft, he began to slide his hand up and down with insinuating strokes in the little narrow slit. His fingers teased the tight, elastic opening of her tender vaginal mouth, working luridly to bring spontaneous lubrication from the walls, as she twisted wetly in his grip. His outstretched index finger found the tiny knob of her clitoris, and he exulted in the gasp of shock that rendered itself from her throat at the contact of his probe on the feverishly quivering miniature phallus. He fingered the nerve ending maddeningly, at the same time rubbing the slippery head of his hotly throbbing cock along the smoothness of her belly, back and forth, back and forth. Torrid heat swirled in great rising waves from his scrotum, and he knew he was too aroused to be able to control his orgasm much longer! He wanted to fuck her now! NOW!
The passion-crazed young husband raised up, holding his wife's arms to her sides, and slipped one knee between her tightly clenched legs. She resisted bitterly his attempts to spread wide her thighs.
"You bitch! Spread those legs so I can see that pussy of yours! Like a real woman, Lynn, so I can see your cunt in the light!"
There was something in his voice, in his lust-filmed eyes, which made her obey his harsh command immediately. A tremor of fear wound its way rapidly along her spine, for she had an instinctive feeling that he would hurt her if she didn't give in! Slowly, her face flushing in embarrassment and fright, she parted her legs.
Todd grinned obscenely down at her cunt, so richly pink and moist, the lips like velvet fleece with downy pubic hair, the erect little clitoris quivering like a red rosebud. He was so wildly excited by the sight that he couldn't wait any longer! He released one of her arms and grabbed his impatiently pulsating cock as he lowered himself over the supine form of his fearfully trembling wife. With an almost animal-like growl he placed the bloated, purplish head at the entrance to her wetly quivering vagina, teasing it along the rich, fleshy valley ... poised and ready....
Suddenly, without warning, he shoved his powerful hips forward with a vicious cry of triumph and drove his great hot length of hardened cockflesh into her tight young pussy, revealing as the warm wet feel of her soft inner walls expanded around his blood-gorged penis
"AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!" Lynn screamed in pain at his brutal entrance, her hips jerking up and legs rising off the cold floor in spontaneous protest to her husband's bestial intursion. Her cry of protest was shut off as Todd's hot, eager lips found her mouth and crushed down with brutal force, his long hard tongue filling her mouth as his long hard cock was filling her cunt.
The muscular, young husband began to plunge in and out of her now with rough ramming strokes, pulling his heatedly pulsating shaft almost all the way out before burying it completely again in the depths of her cringing young cunt. Each time he flexed forward, the hairy sac of his testicles slapped resoundingly against her twitching, upturned buttocks. Lynn ground her hips down against the tile in a futile attempt to escape, and her legs jerked wide on either side of Todd's convulsing body.
"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed into his mouth, "Todd, you're hurting me ... uuunnnggghhh! NOOOO!" But he was mindless with lust now, consumed with the need for powerful release with the woman who had for six months been growing colder and colder to his masculine needs. He fucked into her relentlessly, plunging his thick rampaging hardness into the moistly defenseless passage up between her widespread legs. His sperm-laden balls grew hotter and hotter with each pounding stroke.
Lying helpless beneath his sex-crazed body, Lynn's eyes filled with tears of pain and humiliation. She prayed desperately for this horrible rape by her own husband to end. As she did, her mother's words of warning resounded in her brain with the impact of a hurricane ... MEN OF HIS TYPE TEND TO BE ANIMALS! I WARN YOU NOT TO LET HIM DEFILE YOU IN ANY WAY! I WARN YOU! I WARN YOU ... I WARN YOU! The older woman's words echoed in rhythm with each vicious thrust Todd made into her. It seemed to the ravaged young wife that her mother's warnings had come hideously true, impaled as she was on the bathroom floor by her husband's bloated, burning instrument of torture! She yearned for escape from her horrible punishment, yearned for her husband-who had been transformed into a madman-to have his orgasm and end the brutal assault.
In order to achieve this, she began to jerk and twist her hips in a circular motion, opening and closing her cuntal passage with a muscular action that she had not previously thought possible.
"That's it." Todd yelped in delight. "Oh yes, that's it! FUCK ME BABY! FUCK ME! FUCCCKKK MEEEE!"
Lynn tried to shut her ears to the obscene words, all the while striving harder to obey his lewd command, churning her hips wildly, madly now, squeezing his massively pulsing penis with her vaginal muscles harder and harder.
Todd felt a surge of elation roar through him as Lynn increased her activity; it was as if his attempt to break through her icy demeanor with a brutal screwing was actually going to work! In response to her unexpected passion, his body began to convulse wildly as his orgasm approached.
"Ooooh...." he groaned excitedly, "I'm going to cum ... oh baby ... oh fuck me ... I'm going to cummmmm! OOOHHHHH!"
And suddenly he was there! Lynn felt the first jet of white sticky semen burst from his wildly jerking shaft of heated flesh.
"AAAANNNGGGGH!" Todd shouted, arching his body as it shuddered in the throes of a climax of earthquake proportions; he pumped stream after stream of boiling hot cum into her brutalized pussy-flesh as he moaned incoherently. "UUUHHHGGG ... OO-Oooohhhh...."
Lynn gritted her teeth as her loins filled with his unwanted semen. Her naked young body was rigid and racked with pain, for she shared none of her husband's passionate sense of release. To her, this was an ugly, vile act she had to endure! Whatever desire she'd had earlier in the evening, whatever desperate hope she had harbored to be the fulfilled woman her husband wanted, was now swept away by the excruciating pain and merciless torture she had endured.
Todd continued to spurt his seemingly endless flood of hot male seed into Lynn's cringing womanhood, convinced that his wife equally enjoyed the raging, gushing orgasm he felt. After what seemed like hours, he finally collapsed with a long sigh of satisfaction, pressing his weight against her soft body on the cold floor. His still twitching penis began to deflate and finally slipped from the moist, semen-drenched hole of his wife's vagina. Sighing again, he rolled off of her and felt his body tingle as it came in contact with the cold tiles. Turning to his wife, hoping to share the warmth and fullness he felt, he saw that her eyes were closed and lips drawn tight in unmistakable bitterness. At once, his triumphant happiness turned to resentment.
"You didn't like it did you...." he snarled, daring her to look at him.
But Lynn could only turn her head away as tears filled her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks. How could she tell him she hated it! That she was revolted to the very depths of her being by his grotesque animalistic behavior! She could only lay inert, her naked young body and mind awash with revulsion and agony; tremors of pain still throbbed in her vagina from his cruel attack.
"Oh Todd...." she moaned in a tiny, frightened voice, "what are we going to do? What are we going to do?"
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, Todd was up and out of the house before Lynn had even begun to stir. Exhausted from the previous night's explosive confrontation, the beautiful young wife had slept well past her usual wake-up time, and she was startled to realize-when she was drawn from her slumber by the bright morning sun streaming into the bedroom window-that it was nearly ten o'clock. She sat up in her bed and groaned wearily as she became conscious of the dull, aching sensations that pervaded her body, particularly her vaginal area. A wave of bitterness swept over her, as she began to vividly recollect what happened the night before.
She rose from the bed slowly and painfully, scarcely believing the changes that seemed to have come over her husband.
How could he do that to me? she thought, as she dressed in a form-fitting skirt and blouse. What's come over him? I know we've been having problems, but there was no excuse for the horrible way he treated me last night! None!
In a few minutes she was downstairs having a cup of coffee and a cigarette, as she struggled to understand the turbulent experience. To the bewildered young wife it seemed as if Todd had suddenly gone mad. Up until last night he had been a model husband; of course, they had had their share of quarrels, just like every married couple, and it was undeniable that they were both troubled by Lynn's sexual resistances, but she couldn't understand why Todd had suddenly turned into a cruel, vulgar barbarian like that.
Maybe he's under pressure from work, she thought, but why won't he tell me what he's doing, or what he's working on? Unless he's hiding something from me!
The change in her husband appeared, in her eyes, as violent as a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde transformation. No amount of reasoning or understanding on her part could justify his obscene behavior. Once again she began to think that perhaps all the things her mother had warned her about were true, horribly true; she felt dismal and bleak, a troubled girl alone in a hostile world. She yearned for the happy, undisturbed peace of her childhood when there was only her mother and father and their palatial home on Peachtree Street. She had everything she wanted then, and life was completely free of complications. But now, there was this great difficulty with sex compounded by Todd's exasperation and brutal, humiliating treatment. Tears filled her eyes for what seemed the thousandth time in the past few days.
"No", she said to herself strongly, "I mustn't cry again ... I can't! What good will that do?"
She took a deep puff on her cigarette, then rose from the kitchen table and placed her cup and saucer in the sink. She gazed out the window above the drainboard, and glanced with melancholy at the sunlit suburban scene before her eyes. She could see other young wives, many of them her friends, taking children off to school, or hanging wash on the line. None of them seemed weighted like she was, and the sight of it deepened her feeling of isolation. There seemed no answer to her problem, and so she decided to busy herself with housework in an effort to restore some kind of balance to the anguish and turmoil that threatened to engulf her completely.
* * *
Todd Getz was settled comfortably behind his desk at his office at GeorgiaTimes Magazine. He had just come from an early morning meeting with his editor to discuss further the expose of the Finger Delight Salon franchise, but all during the conference the young journalist had to struggle to concentrate on what was being said. His thoughts had constantly reminded him of Lynn. Surprisingly, he felt relatively little sense of guilt over what had taken place. As far as he was concerned what had happened was the result of months of intolerable frustration and anxiety. He had been long overdue for a volcanic release, and though it had not been his intent to be so harsh with his frail young bride, patience and gentle understanding had gotten him nowhere. He also knew that nothing had been settled. In fact, their relationship was at a crucial point now, since their conflict was out in the open. There was no going back. As to the future, Todd was completely baffled.
Before him, on his desk, was spread all the material he had gathered on the massage parlor chain, and he glanced over it, trying to bring his attention back to the matter at hand. Despite his marital problems, he had a deadline to meet, and so he forced his mind to grapple with the story. After a few minutes the phone rang, and he answered it somewhat irritably.
"Yes?"
"Hello, is this Todd Getz?"
The voice on the phone was female, and she spoke with a silk.,, confident manner.
"That's right," Todd replied. "Who's this?"
"Mr. Getz, you don't know me, but my name is Reba Hollister. I'm the director of the southeast-coast operations for Finger Delight Salon. I think you've heard about us. Am I right?"
Todd was stunned by the brazenness of the woman. He knew at once that somehow she must have gotten wind of the upcoming expose. But how? The project was cloaked in total secrecy. He decided to play it cool.
"Well," he said in an offhand manner, "I know you've opened a place In the area, but ... "
"Oh, come on now, Mr. Getz," the female continued, "let's put our cards on the table shall we? I have reports from some very reliable sources that you're planning to do a story of some sort on our little enterprise. That's right, isn't it?"
Christ, this dame is on to us! he thought suddenly.
"Well, it's been talked about...." he said evasively.
"Look," the husky-voiced woman continued, "before you do, I think it's only fair that you talk to us and get your information first hand. We run a legitimate operation, Mr. Getz, and we don't like bad publicity. We have our customers to think of, you know."
"I'll bet you do," Todd said in a low voice.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Nothing ... nothing at all," he replied. "Look Miss ... ah ... Miss...."
"Hollister, Reba Hollister."
"Okay, Miss Hollister, maybe, just maybe, we're thinking about a story on your business. But there's nothing definite now. Why don't you leave me your number, and when we decide to actually do it, I'll call you ... and we can have a cup of coffee, and you can tell me everything."
The woman laughed, and Todd began to dislike her intensely. But he also knew instinctively that he was dealing with someone who was no fool.
"Mr. Getz," she said, "I think it would be in both our interests to talk now. I can make it very worth your while, if you know what I mean."
So that's it, he thought suddenly, the old payoff. A bribe!
Inwardly Todd relished the idea of taking on the woman and show her up, beat her at her own game. His intense hatred for racketeers, male or female, surged forward, and he decided then and there to play along with her little game. When the time came, he'd blow the works and show her up as the pretty con-artist she was.
"All right, Miss Hollister," he said confidently. "Why don't you stop by my office this afternoon? About three?"
"About three? That's fine. I'll be looking forward to seeing you, Mr. Getz. I'm sure our meeting will be most illuminating."
"I'm sure it will, baby, I'm sure it will," he said as he hung up the phone.
* * *
By noon, Lynn had completely cleaned the living room and had gone upstairs to the bedroom. She had managed to lose her anxiety in housework, but as she entered the blue and white room, her mind again became clouded with turmoil. Forcing back her fear, she went to the vanity table and picked up Todd's jacket from where it hung over the chair. As she did, a pamphlet fell out of the inside pocket. She bent down and picked it up, meaning to throw it in the wastebasket, but she was struck by the handsome folder. It was the Finger Delight Salon leaflet.
What in the world is he doing with this? she mused curiously. Why would he have something like this in his pocket ... unless ... unless....
Like a bolt of lightning, the thought struck her that her husband might be secretly visiting the luxurious studio pictured on the cover.
So that's it, she thought angrily. While I've been slaving all day at home, he's been having massages and relaxing ... all those long hours he was supposed to be working ... he must have been there! How dare he?
In a stormy rush of thoughts her mind lept ahead to other possibilities. If he was secretly visiting the massage parlor, she was sure he must have other secrets from her, perhaps a whole other life! For all she knew he might have been seeing other women, cheating on her night after night! Her mouth became a tight thin line of rage and bitterness. She felt that she had suddenly stumbled on a whole other aspect of her young husband, an aspect that had also been revealed, she thought with a shudder, by his grotesque rape of her in the bathroom the previous night. She sat down on the bed, the pamphlet clutched in her hand and tried to think clearly.
Well if he's got a secret life away from home then why can't I? I need relaxation too! Maybe more than he does!
Her tormented mind was suddenly possessed with the idea of seeking revenge on what she felt was her husband's deceptive behavior; she wanted more than anything to take some step towards restoring her own dignity. She glanced down at the illustrated folder she held in her hand.
Maybe ... maybe I'll have a massage too, she thought darkly. II he can do it, so can I! Yes! Why not?
With cold determination, she went to the phone and dialed the number on the folder. After a few rings, a pleasant male voice answered.
"Good morning. Finger Delight Salon. Can I help you?"
"Yes ... yes ... I," she stammered timidly...."thought maybe...."
There was a moment's silence.
"Would you like a massage?" the man asked.
"Yes ... yes, I think so ... but ... I ... I've never had one before."
"Oh, there's nothing to it. And believe me there's nothing like a good massage to relax tension."
Lynn felt somewhat more at ease now, for the voice over the phone was extremely gentle and soothing.
"I think I could definitely use a massage," she said, her voice stronger. "I've been a little tense lately...."
"Good. Why don't you come over right now?"
"Now ... well, I thought maybe tomorrow."
"Are you busy this afternoon?"
"No ... no but ... "
"Then come over! We're booked up solid tomorrow, but I think I can give you an appointment at two today; is that all right?"
"Two ... well ... yes, yes, I think so."
"Good. Then come over. And ask for me. My name's Freddy. I'll make sure everything goes smoothly for you."
"Thank you very much," she said appreciatively. "You're very kind."
"It's my pleasure. See you this afternoon.
And remember, ask for Freddy."
"Freddy ... okay."
"And what's your name?"
"My name? Lynn ... Lynn Getz."
"Pretty name," the man said. "See you later, Lynn."
As she hung up the phone, the young wife realized that she felt vastly better; the young man on the phone had been so kind and sweet to her that her worry had been erased completely. She felt encouraged by her brave decision to call, and she walked quickly to her closet to pick out just the right dress to wear to the massage studio. She was elated, just as she had been as a little girl on her first trip to the movies. She chose a light green summer dress that fit snugly to her lush, sensually rounded body and flared loosely just above the knees. Once dressed, she gazed at herself admiringly in the full length mirror, arranging her long, silky hair in careless strands around her shoulders. She felt, at first, that perhaps the dress was a little too low-cut, but she wanted to feel alluring and beautiful that day, to blot out the terror of the night before. And so she swirled around like a dancer, as the thin material of her dress fluttered around her perfectly tapered legs. She was utterly happy for the first time in days, determined to go through with it.
I'm doing the right thing, she thought ecstatically. I'm sure of it! And after all, what's good for the gander is good for the goose!
* * *
A little before two o'clock, Lynn pulled into the spacious parking lot of the Buckhead Shopping Center: she carefully parked her small red Fiat at the edge of the wide expanse of paved blacktop and sat inside the car trying to cope with a last minute of nervousness.
I get so terrified, she thought to herself, whenever I go someplace alone. That's not good! I have to learn to stand on my own two feet! I mustn't be frightened.
With determination, she opened the door of her car and walked towards the strip of newly-erected shops and markets. Soon she was in front of a large two-story building somewhat set apart from the others, built mostly of glass and steel; the windows were covered from inside with heavy red-velvet drapes, and a large sign over the door spelled out the name of the establishment in curling, flourishing script: Finger Delight Salon. The tips of Lynn's fingers grew cold as she faced the building, trying to build up courage to go inside. Finally, after taking a deep breath, she opened the wide glass entrance door and walked in.
She found herself in a very large reception area, perfectly square; heavy red drapes blotted out all sunlight and the room was lit from hidden lights that gave everything a soft, slightly scarlet appearance. The floor was covered by a thick, red carpet, and large ornate rococo mirrors with gold-gilt, scrolls hung from the walls. There were several chairs and a receptionist's desk; all the furniture picked up the elegant design of the interior. To the impressed young woman, the room gave her an instant sense of calm and relaxation. When she walked in, the room was empty, but after a moment or two, as Lynn gazed about the interior, the drapes parted, and a young man came out.
He was young, about twenty-one, with a slender, lithe body that was fully revealed to Lynn by the tight "uniform" he wore. He had dark brown hair in a fashionable, masculine style that curled rakishly over his ears; his face was extremely handsome, in a provocative, sensual way, and his olive-toned skin perfectly set off his piercing dark eyes. His lips were unusually full and sensual, and Lynn guessed the young man was of Italian or Greek origin, judging from the appearance; she found herself oddly attracted by him. He wore a bright red T-shirt that was cut perfectly to his body revealing his muscular arms and the tight wiry muscles covering his upper torso. His trousers were pure whity and slightly flared; they were so tight that they clung to his legs and revealed his muscles like twists of steel cable through the thin material. The flustered young wife was shocked to see the mound of his crotch, which seemed unusually large and well-endowed, protruding in his trousers. He was barefoot.
"You must be Miss Getz," the young man said. His lips were drawn back in a warm smile, revealing a set of dazzling white teeth.
"Mrs. ... Mrs. Getz," Lynn said in a low voice. The presence of this extremely attractive young man was having a strange effect on her. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and she found herself shaking slightly as he drew closer.
"You're married, then," he said. "Good. We get a great number of married women here. It seems they get just as tense and weary as their husbands."
He laughed lightly, and Lynn immediately became more relaxed, soothed by his friendly manner.
"I'm Freddy," the dark young man said, "and I'm to be your masseur. Would you like to see more of the studio?"
"Yes ... yes," she said somewhat hesitantly. "I should get back home soon to make dinner, though...."
"Oh, don't worry," Freddy said. "You'll be out in no time. Now, take off your shoes."
"What?" she asked, somewhat startled by his request.
"Take off your shoes, to relax your feet. The entire place has wall to wall carpeting, and the floors are heated. Believe me it will relax you. Do it! Don't be afraid. All our customers get nervous at first, but there's absolutely nothing to be nervous about. We're here to serve you in any way we can."
The young wife thought she detected something of a sly hint in his tone, but put it out of her mind as she slipped her low-heeled shoes off, and placed them in a rack next to the receptionist's desk. Her slim feet sank delightfully into the plush carpeting.
"You can pick them up on your way out," Freddy said. "Now follow me."
Lynn was led through the parted velvet drapes and taken down a wide corridor, also heavily draped and carpeted. On either side of the corridor were a number of doors; crystal chandeliers provided the light.
"Those doors lead to private massage studios," he remarked. "We believe in total privacy, so that our customers feel completely at ease. Come on, let's go upstairs."
At the end of the hall was a circular stairway that led to the floor above. Mounting it, while Freddy led the way, Lynn couldn't help but be impressed by the unusual design of the interior. She felt a million miles away from her troubles, and for the first time in many days her body felt alive and vibrant.
Reaching the top of the stairs, they arrived at a second corridor, more narrow than the first, another crystal chandelier smaller than the ones downstairs, hung from the ceiling and gave the place an intimately provocative look. As Freddy led her on, Lynn couldn't help noticing the way his tight clothing clung almost obscenely to his slim, muscular back and hard, round buttocks. She had never seen a man dressed like that before, so openly erotic and unashamed of his body. Dimly she sensed a certain thrilling excitement at being near him, which she did not understand.
At the end of the hallway, Freddy opened a door and ushered Lynn inside. The room was decorated also in drapes and carpeting, only now it was a deep, rich purple color. Candles, suspended from the ceiling in large golden bowls, were the only light, yet they filled the room with a warm, flickering glow that Lynn liked immediately. There were one or two Louis XVI French chairs, a rack for clothing, a gilt screen; and in the center of the room stood a wide, low couch richly upholstered in purple satin.
"What a beautiful room", the awestruck young wife remarked.
"Yes, isn't it," Freddy replied. "We wanted this place to surpass all the other studios in the East."
Laura Lynn went over to the low couch and sat on it, enjoying the soft comfort it gave to her body. Then, glancing up, shy noticed that Freddy was staring at her, in an almost hypnotic way, with his full lips slightly parted; his dark eyes seemed to penetrate into her innermost thoughts.
"You're a beautiful woman, Mrs. Getz. It'll be a pleasure to have you as a customer," he said gently.
Lynn was somewhat flustered by his unexpected compliment, and she blushed; yet she was also delighted to have such a good-looking man shower her with such attention.
"Thank you...." she said modestly.
"Shall we begin?" he asked, his left eyebrow slightly arched.
"Yes ... I guess so," she answered in an uncertain voice.
"Why don't you take your clothes off," he said in an offhand manner. Lynn's eyes widened and a slight chill ran through her body. "I mean behind that screen," the muscular young masseur said, with a warm smile. "And don't be afraid of being in the nude with me. After all this is my business. Think of me as being your doctor. You may be a little shy at first, but that's a common reaction. You have nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. Now you undress. I have to slip out for a moment to get something, but I'll be right back. Okay?"
"Okay, Lynn replied, smiling for the first time.
"Good ... you seem more relaxed already. See you in a minute." And with that, Freddy slipped out the door.
Lynn rose from the couch and went behind the screen. Undressing slowly, she wondered what the massage would be like. She already liked very much what she had seen of the studio, and she felt comfortable with Freddy, despite only having just met him. It was an exciting adventure for the young wife, to be suddenly thrust into a new, thrilling world. She relished being away from the house and her cleaning chores. Humming happily, she slipped off her dress and hung it carefully on a hanger behind the screen. Then, with a slight trace of nervousness, she undid the hooks of her bra, freeing her ripe, firmly thrust breasts. The two shimmering, fleshy orbs tingled with excitement as they were exposed to the air. Then, Lynn slowly pulled down her tight white bikini panties. As the silky garment slid slowly down her sleek thighs and legs, Lynn realized for the first time that she would be totally naked in front of a perfect stranger. The only man who had ever seen her without clothes was her doctor and Todd. Yet Freddy's calming words came back to her, and she tried to relax.
After all, this is just a business to him, she thought, carefully folding her undergarments. It's foolish for me to be so shy about it.
Presently she heard the door open.
"I'm back," Freddy said. "Are you finished?"
"Yes ... yes," she answered timidly.
"Then come on out. Don't be afraid."
Hesitantly Lynn moved out from behind the screen, like a little girl, trying to hide her private parts with her hands as she did.
Freddy glanced up at her, seemingly in a casual way, and took in her sensually voluptuous body.
What a build, he thought hungrily, and those tits of hers are really something! Man, would I like to suck on those! Mmmmmm!
"I got some champagne," he said, holding up two full glasses of bubbly liquid. "Compliments of the Finger Delight Salon."
"Thank you," Lynn said, lingering near the screen.
"Well, come closer," he said quietly. "Have some."
He held a glass out to her, and Lynn moved to him and took it.
"You have a perfectly lovely body, Mrs. Getz."
"Thank you again," she said, blushing, but pleased at the compliment. She sipped slowly on the champagne, and as it coursed down her throat, she felt her body begin to relax. "Mmmmm. This is good."
"Yes, I like it myself," he replied, draining his glass and setting it aside. "When you're ready, just lie down on the couch, on your stomach."
"All right," Lynn said. She took another long sip, savoring the light, fruity flavor, then put the glass down and lay on the silky couch. When her body touched the sleek upholstery, a shiver of sensual pleasure rippled through her. She had never felt such luxurious delight as she let herself sink into the soft padding. The combination of the champagne and the smooth couch worked like magic on the tense housewife. She closed her eyes and seemed to be lying on a cloud, floating in space.
"This feels so nice," she said in a lazy voice.
"Good ... good," Freddy said. "Now just drift away while I work the tension out of those muscles."
The young masseur let his eyes rove lustily over Lynn's slim tapered back; the sight of her glistening pinkish-white buttocks made his long thick cock lurch hotly against the tight white material of his trousers. It wasn't often that his customers were so succulent and desirable, and he licked his lips with relish at the thought of what was to come. He poured himself some more champagne and took a deep swallow, feeling the liquid work through his body like a warm, mellow aphrodisiac. Then, placing the glass on the floor next to the wide couch, he knelt on the silky upholstery next to Lynn's nakedly vulnerable young body.
He began to massage her shoulders and neck with gentle, skillfull strokes; as he did, Lynn could almost immediately feel the tension drain out of her.
"That feels wonderful," she sighed, as Freddy stroked her back artfully. The combination of the champagne and the massage made her feel as if she was a princess in an enchanted world. She could scarcely believe the warm, pleasant sensations that enveloped her as Freddy kneaded her upper torso. She was convinced more than ever that she had made the right decision to come to the studio. A slightly wicked smile of delight crossed her lips as she realized that in a small way she was getting back at her husband for what she suspected was his own clandestine visits to the establishment.
I can have my secrets too, she thought darkly.
Freddy let his hands play lightly on the smooth, upturned ass cheeks. He gripped the pliant flesh like two soft melons, working the tight muscles expertly so that they seemed to melt under his nimble fingers. Inwardly he exulted, for it was times such as this that made his job with the Finger Delight Salon rewarding beyond his own expectations. In his earlier, less lucrative days, he had been a hustler, a male prostitute, a gigolo-anything that made his exotic good looks pay off without effort.
At first, when his old friend Reba Hollister suggested he run the new parlor he didn't like the idea. It seemed like too much work. But her financial offer was so enticing that he couldn't resist. She carefully trained him in the art of massage, and together they had devised the formula whereby the "massage" could lead to other things, including a tight contract that made sure they were well paid by their unsuspecting customers.
But the best part of the job, for Freddy, was the fact that since most massages eventually led to wild fucking, he had all the pussy he could handle. He lived for erotic excitement, and the Finger Delight Salon provided him with plenty of that. Particularly when his customers were so ravishing and desirable as the shy, demure young woman whose nakedly voluptuous body was now his to use as he pleased.
"Turn over now, Lynn," he cooed into her ear.
"Mmmmmmmm...." she sighed, as she languidly rolled over onto her back.
"Have a little more champagne ... the best is yet to come," he said.
Lynn picked up her glass and took a deep swallow of the effervescent wine; as it coursed down her throat, she felt completely at ease. Her mind seemed to be gliding in paradise, and her body tingled with warmth and vibrancy. She replaced the glass on the floor and lay back, sinking into the luxurious, silky comfort of the couch.
Freddy let his sure fingers play gently over her face, as she closed her eyes and seemed to drift into a dreamy state. Deftly he massaged her temples, her eyelids, and her cheeks; then slowly, he let his nimble hands slide down to the rosy, succulent mounds of her firm young breasts. Her skin was white as marble, save for her brownish areoles and rosy nipples. His own body was alive with an obscene excitement as he straddled her with his knees on either side of her hips.
Lynn, in her dreamy state, felt his fingers glide like feathers over her breasts; her skin tingled and her nipples quivered and hardened, the rubbery tips grew taut with pleasure as he rolled and kneaded them with his hands, charging her body with sensuality and warmth.
"Ooooohhhhh...." she found herself moaning involuntarily. Freddy's expertise was potent, working skillfully against Lynn's tension and innate resistances.
"Feels good, doesn't it," he whispered. "Feels so ooo nice. You deserve to feel nice, Laura ... you deserve everything...."
I do, Lynn thought languidly, I do ... I haven't felt this wonderful in months ... if Todd can do it, then so can I!
Freddy was caressing her hips and thighs, and then slowly, as his hands continued to massage her, he leaned down and nuzzled his face lightly into the soft, velvety planes of her stomach.
Lynn instantly tightened as he did this, and her eyes flew open in terror.
"Nooo ... no...." she murmured.
"That's all right, Mrs. Getz ... don't worry ... this is just part of the treatment ... you don't mind, do you? You feel so good ... I've never had such a wonderful body in my studio before ... please relax...."
His soft, soothing voice instantly calmed the anxious housewife. She was too pleasantly relaxed now to resist, and his voice and eyes seemed too hypnotize her, completely removing all doubts.
"Just lay back," he whispered, "and everything will be wonderful ... just drift and dream, Mrs. Getz ... float away...."
He began to flick his pink tongue lightly over her naked skin, sending shivers of delight through her. Unconsciously, she began to move her body, undulating slightly under Freddy's wetly darting tongue. Lynn was enveloped in the pleasurable sensations that washed over her; she had never experienced such thrills in her life, and she was too drowsy and delighted to resist. She submitted completely to his nimble tongue and hands, lost in a dreamy world like some ecstatic Alice in Wonderland ... so lost that she wasn't even aware of his mouth gradually moving lower and lower....
After all, she thought dimly, for all I know Todd has been seeing other women ... anything is possible ... and this massage feels so nice ... soooo nice! Why shouldn't I have a massage!
Freddy moved his mouth further down the stomach and lewdly explored the regions just above the warm, furry patch between her legs. He looked up expectantly at her-not sure if she would protest. When she moaned low in her throat, the young man grinned widely and licked his lips. Slowly, his tongue trailed over the soft, golden tendrils of pubic hair and slid closer and closer to the soft, little pink crevice that lay nestled in the succulent flesh up between her trembling thighs.
"Oooooooohhhhh...." Lynn mewled, her body quivering with unsuppressed excitement as the handsome masseur moved closer to her suddenly aching vaginal furrow. She made no resistance at all to his moves, for her entire being was radiant with thrilling warmth. To her it was completely unreal, a delightful fantasy that closed around her like a mist. She had never felt so happy in her entire life!
Suddenly Freddy darted his tongue into the wet, tender flesh of her pussy, and her entire nakedly aroused young body quivered with the electric shock of his oral instrument. He's actually licking my vagina. Why, I haven't even let Todd do that!
Yet rather than being horrified or ashamed she was ecstatic, for the wetly searing touch of his tongue on her wildly throbbing pussy was immensely pleasurable. She was enraptured by Freddy's brilliant seduction, overcome with excitement, unable and unwilling to resist.
The handsome masseur ran his tongue up and down the moistly trembling cuntal slit, probing with his magic tip deeper and deeper into the secret recesses of the hot cavern. He licked at the warmly perfumed outer lips, nibbling playfully at the silken strands lining them. Then he found the hardened tip of her erect little clitoris and began to probe and suck at it, pulling it artfully, sending excruciating ripples of forbidden delight through Lynn's sensually glowing body.
"Oooooohhhhh...." she groaned, overcome with a wild sense of excitement that she had never felt before; she began to twist her body and undulate her hips, unconsciously encouraging him further.
That's it, Freddy thought happily, she's hooked! Christ these uptight housewives are easy as rolling off a log! There shouldn't be any trouble from here on in.
Freddy's prediction proved to be more than true, for as Lynn felt the hot, wet pleasure of his masterful tonguing, she opened her legs wide to allow him easy entry, and pushed her ripely flared hips upwards so as to meet the hungry, probing instrument. Gone were all thoughts of shame and guilt, gone were any vestiges of the idea that she, a married woman, had no right to do such a thing! In her wildly exultant state, her legs now thrashing and quivering with delight, she felt as if she was getting full revenge for her husband's suspected philandering. She was consumed with a wicked sense of pleasure and erotic abandon, and now she gave herself completely to it.
Lewdly, she writhed and twisted beneath the madly licking tongue until she thought she would faint from the ecstatic joy that pulsated so hotly through her loins. Her wide-open cunt was now nakedly grinding up into Freddy's eager face, crushing his mouth cruelly against her slippery wetness, flaring open to devour his pleasure-giving tongue.
Freddy, throbbing with passion and perspiring slightly, licked greedily, savoring Lynn's increased delight. He was exultant that his seduction was successful beyond his wildest expectation. His massively erect penis pulsed with sensual pleasure, straining to be free of the tight confines of his trousers; but Freddy knew that he must wait until later for his own release, he must wait until a contract was signed and sealed. Then, he knew, anything goes! For the present, there was the enjoyable task of stimulating the wantonly kicking, writhing, groaning female beneath him, his prize for the day!
The shamelessly aroused young wife gasped and cried out with pleasure as Freddy stiffened his tongue and plunged it deep, deep into her hot, madly throbbing cunt, rotating it far up inside her. Her hips were oscillating in time to the wetly probing tongue, and little eddies of forbidden thrills raced through her threatening to suck her consciousness into a swirling maelstrom of sexual delirium.
"Oh God!" she cried out with delight as Freddy's tongue nibbled and darted in and out, occasionally flicking obscenely over the clitoris, then slipping back into the widening, eager cuntal sheath, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GGGGGOOOODDDD!"
The young wife was lost now, completely lost! She didn't care about anything now but increasing the vast, wonderful sense of ecstasy she felt.
Freddy began fucking his tongue deeply into the naked housewife's heatedly clasping young pussy, sucking and probing with consummate skill as Lynn began to moan steadily. Her ripe voluptuous body vibrated madly as incredible surges of excitement began to ripple through her like ocean waves, waves that were whipped to a frenzy by Freddy's long wet tongue whirling around in the velvet-like interior of her vagina. She could actually hear wet, sluicing sounds made by his tongue and it thrilled her even more! Pinwheels of color exploded behind her closed eyes! A new lightness was rising in her, like sparkling bubbles of champagne racing in her blood! With a sudden shock of exaltation, she realized she was going to have an orgasm!
The first orgasm of her entire life! She could scarcely believe the volcanic rushes of ecstasy that consumed her! She came closer, closer even closer to that magic moment so long denied her. Then ... she was there!
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" she cried from the very depths of her being, her body overwhelmed with flashes of ecstasy that shorted out her nervous system in a glorious shower of sparks. "I'm ... I'm ... cu ... ,cu ... cummmming! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMIINNNNGGGG!"
She heaved and thrashed like a raving madwoman under the hot, thick tongue fucking so furiously into her wetly pulsing vaginal slit. Hungry flames of pure wantonness engulfed her as her inflated cuntal walls dilated and shuddered issuing thick streams of warm orgasmic juices that cascaded over Freddy's wetly glistening face. She continued to moan and flail, utterly delighted, until finally, exhausted and deeply satiated for the first time in her life, she sank back on the couch, luxuriating in the golden glow that suffused her throughout.
Freddy sat next to her, triumphant in her knowledge that she was completely under his spell, and took another sip of champagne.
"I'm sorry," Freddy lied. "I ... I didn't mean to do that. But you are so beautiful. Forgive me, Lynn," he said, playing the role of innocent young man. "I've never done anything like that before. So ... please ... please say you'll forgive me."
"Oh yes," she replied weakly, all sense of morality and conscience swept away in her radiant state.
"Then, you'll come back again, won't you? I hope you will ... it could be so nice...."
"Yes...." she said softly, still floating on a cloud of delight, "Yes...."
"Good," he said, "I'm so glad. Let me get a contract for you to sign. It's just a formality."
"Whatever you say," she answered drowsily. "Whatever you say...."
CHAPTER FOUR
Todd sat in his office, waiting with curiosity for the arrival of Reba Hollister. He leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigarette, and glanced around the familiar beige walls of the room where he had worked for nearly five years. It was a small office, but large enough to include a good-size red leather couch where Todd would often catch an afternoon snooze after a heavy morning's work, and a couple of comfortable soft vinyl chairs. The wall opposite his desk included several citations and awards for journalism, framed and hung on either side of the entrance door. To his left and behind him were windows overlooking the Atlanta skyline, and the wall to his right contained front-cover photographs from several of GeorgiaTimes's more dramatic issues: the moon landing, a City Hall scandal, an issue devoted to drug abuse, and several others.
At precisely three o'clock, the receptionist rang his phone.
"There's a Miss Hollister to see you. Are you expecting her?" the girl inquired.
"Sure," Todd replied. "Send her right in here."
The young journalist hung up the phone and tried to imagine what the woman would look like. He supposed, since she was a businesswoman and on the basis of her voice, she'd probably be heavy-set and ugly, with sharp opinionated manner. Most career gals he'd run into seemed to be like that-tough, bitchy, and a little on the masculine side.
He rose and slipped off his jacket, so that he was clad only in his body-tapered white shirt with his yellow tie hanging loose, and slim, dark blue continental slacks. He smiled, looking forward to the confrontation he was sure would follow. He knew this Hollister woman was a crook, and he planned to enjoy beating her at her own little cat and mouse game.
As he sat back in his chair, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called cheerfully.
The door swung wide, and for an instant, Todd's eyes bulged noticeably as he beheld the figure entering his office. Reba Hollister, in her late twenties, was a woman of stupendous visual impact. Tall, nearly five-foot-nine, she gave the immediate impression of being an Olympics swim star. Her face was dazzlingly beautiful, with high, aristocratic cheekbones and glowing skin, a perfect background for her emerald green eyes that glittered as if lit with an inner fire. Her long, straight nose gave a proud cast to her face, and her bright scarlet lips, extraordinarily full and exotic, were a creamy invitation to passionate kisses. She had raven-black hair that was pulled back severely to give her face an imperious, dynamic look. It fell behind her like a coiled, curling mane, shining in the light from the office fixtures.
"Mr. Getz? I'm Reba Hollister," she said in a low, throaty voice.
"Glad to meet you," Todd replied, as he rose somewhat unsteadily from his chair. The sight of the voluptuous creature had stunned him completely, and for one of the few times in his life, he was practically at a loss for words. She exuded a throbbing, magnetic vibration that was exceedingly powerful. Todd had expected nothing like this, and he was caught off guard.
"Uh ... sit down, won't you?" he continued, gesturing toward a wide chair that was placed on the other side of his desk.
"Thanks."
Despite himself, Todd's eyes roved over her lushly sensual body as she lowered herself, like liquid mercury, into the chair. She was dressed in a smartly tailored jacket of tight, electric-blue silk. Her wonderfully endowed breasts, pushed forward by the form-fitting bodice, looked like two ripe melons ready for picking. Todd could scarcely believe their size and succulent shape, so well revealed by the shimmering blue material, and he found himself wondering if she hadn't used some artful padding to increase her natural endowments. A matching mini-skirt clung enticingly to her fabulously rounded, well-fleshed hips. Sheer black stockings and spike-heeled patent-leather shoes completed the costume, except for glittering earrings and a necklace with stones that looked like sapphaires. She positioned herself in the chair with seductive grace, and when she crossed her legs, with a rustle of black nylon, the young reporter swore he could see almost to the shadowy "vee" up between her firm-fleshed thighs.
To his amazement, despite his determination to dislike the woman, he found himself immediately bewitched by her staggering build and strange, compelling beauty. Keep hold of yourself, man, he commanded inwardly. Remember, this broad is nothing but a cheap racketeer, no matter how sexy she is!
The stern warnings from his conscience, however, did nothing to diminish the rapidly growing excitement her presence created in him. He could feel his skin growing warmer, and his genitals began pulsing softly, like a muted jungle drum.
"I've been very eager to meet you," Reba Hollister said melodiously, opening her small handbag and withdrawing a silver cigarette case. "And I must say, I never expected you to be so good-looking."
She smiled slightly, looking at him demurely as she withdrew a long paste-colored cigarette from the case. Todd fumbled through his pocket to find a match, feeling a little like an awkward schoolboy, and moved forward to light it. Reba leaned in to catch the flam, and as she did, their eyes met. A jolt of sensual electricity reached through his body as he gazed into her gleaming green eyes. Like bottomless pools of swirling light, they were almost hypnotic, and it was all he could do to pull himself back to his own chair.
"Thanks," he replied, hoping he sounded casual and assured. "You're not bad in the looks department yourself."
"You're sweet," she replied, taking a deep, languorous puff on her cigarette.
There was a long silence in the room, and the svelte female once again stared curiously at Todd, the faintest trace of a smile on her lips. The handsome young journalist struggled to maintain his composure, although he was more and more achingly aware of the rigid hardness of his cock straining against the tight material of his pants.
"Well, Miss Hollister, what is it you want to see me about?" he finally asked almost brusquely in an effort to hide his uncertainty.
"You know why I'm here, Mr. Getz, so let's not play any games with each other."
"I'm not aware of any games," he replied, parrying her thrust with ease as he suddenly felt like a reporter-editor again.
Reba leaned back in her chair comfortably, her keen mind rapidly sizing up her attractive adversary. She was pleased that he was so handsome and obviously muscular. Even his business clothes couldn't conceal a strong, rugged masculinity that appealed to her a great deal. She was sure he knew the real story behind the Finger Delight Salons, and she was determined to dissuade him from publishing the expose. At first she had thought it would be easy, but it had almost at once become apparent that the brusque, reddish-haired man sitting opposite her was no fool; she was going to have to use every weapon in her well-stocked arsenal if her mission was going to be successful.
"Do you mind if I take off my jacket?" she inquired. "It's a little warm in here."
"Sure," Todd replied, trying not to appear eager to see what the removal of the outer garment would reveal.
She rose gracefully, almost lazily, from the chair, unbuttoned the silk jacket, and slowly let it fall from her shoulders and arms. Todd nearly gasped, as he saw that beneath it, she was wearing the sheerest blouse he had ever seen! The thin silvery material was molded to her ripely upthrust breasts like gossamer; with a shock, Todd realized she was wearing no brassiere, for beneath the revealing blouse, he could clearly see two berry-like little nipples that stood out like quivering buds against her jutting breasts. His immediate impulse was to reach out and fondle the enormous, fleshy globes. With great effort, however, he restrained himself, and Reba, after allowing the full impact of her charms to register, carefully folded the jacket and placed it across the arm of her chair.
"That feels more comfortable," she said.
Todd could scarcely believe the woman's brazenness in wearing a blouse so sheer that it left her practically naked from the waist up. But he had to admit that she was the sexiest, most desirable woman he had ever seen; and his body was responding to her sleek and daring eroticism like a throbbing machine, growing hotter by the minute. His long hard penis was as stiff as a leather truncheon, and it ached for release.
Stay cool, man, he reminded himself strongly. You're a married man! This chick is pure dynamite, and if you're not careful, you'll not only blow the story wide open, but your marriage as well! His attractive visitor had reseated herself in her chair, and Todd decided to get back to the matter at hand.
"Why don't you tell me why you're here, Miss Hollister?" he addressed her coolly.
"Call me Reba, won't you?" she said, evading the question and smiling sweetly, revealing a set of perfect pearl-white teeth.
"Okay ... Reba ... but let's stop beating around the bush. You're here for a reason, and I want to know what it is."
"All right." Her voice was sharper and more direct than before. "I'll tell you. As you know, I have reason to believe that you've been working on a story that deals with the Finger Delight Salon. Mr. Getz, I don't know what you've heard about us, but I want you to know that we run a strictly legitimate operation. However, there are people with highly active imaginations who might have led you to believe otherwise."
Todd smiled slightly, remembering the reapes and the reams of sworn testimonials from customers of the massage parlor that he had in his desk drawer.
"You're telling me that nothing goes on in those studios except a good massage, right?" he asked, his composure now fully restored.
"That's right," Reba replied confidently. "And if you don't believe me, why don't you come with me right now to one of our studios and inspect it yourself? I think you'll find everything to your satisfaction, and strictly above board."
Todd raised one eyebrow, and looked intently at the stunning brunette, as he leaned forward.
"What you're really saying is that you'll give me a nice whitewashed tour through one of your parlors with everybody warned in advance to stay cool, isn't that it? Well, thanks anyway, Reba," he continued, without waiting for her reply, "but I'll handle this story in my own way, without some fast snow job included."
"I mean nothing of the sort," she replied innocently. "Look. We exist to provide a service for our customers, a warm and elegant setting where they can relax and forget their troubles for a while. Now if there's anything wrong with that, I'd like to know what it is!"
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that ... provided your 'services' don't include extras ... like a little sexual relief!"
The massage parlor executive's eyes grew wide with surprise, and then she suddenly threw back her head and laughed uproariously.
"Oh, Mr. Getz! Is that what you think goes on in our studios?"
"I don't think anything," he replied, overlooking her hilarity. "That's not my job. I'm interested only in the facts ... proven facts."
"Oh?" she remarked, her face growing somewhat taut. "And do you have proof?"
"I might, baby. I just might," he replied.
"Then, you've been deceived," the brunette declared fiercely. "You've been fed a pack of lies. Is this proof firsthand? Have you been to our studios yourself? Or would you rather work on hearsay?"
Todd knew that she had him there; he had not yet done any personal undercover work, and without that, his story really wasn't worth much.
"No, I haven't," he said, after a short pause, and he could see that she relaxed somewhat at his answer.
"Without firsthand information, Mr. Getz, your story isn't anything more than libel; and believe me, we're ready to sue this magazine for every penny we can get if you print anything libelous. There's a lot of money at stake here. We've worked hard to make the Finger Delight Salon a place of comfort and convenience, serving the real needs of the community."
"Do you expect me to believe that?" Todd interjected.
"I don't expect you to believe anything except what you see with your own eyes. Anything else is pure speculation ... and, frankly, all you're doing is speculating!"
The young journalist knew that what she was saying was somewhat true. No matter how many tapes or statements he had, he knew he couldn't expect to release a story of this magnitude without seeing for himself. As though she could feel him wavering, Reba continued to use her powers of persuasion.
"I'm here to represent the executive board of the franchise," she went on, "and to convince you that what we do is strictly on the up and up. I don't know what you've heard from others, but I do know that there are a lot of lonely unhappy people in the world who will do anything to get their names in the papers."
"Mr. Getz, you strike me as being a very intelligent man, as well as a very attractive one," the voluptuous brunette continued, smiling a little. "Won't you let me show you one of our studios, the one in Buckhead Shopping Center, for example, so you can see for yourself? Then, if you still want to see more ... without me ... even somewhere else, you're perfectly free to do so. All we want is a fair chance to prove ourselves to you."
Despite his conviction that the massage chain was a swindle, Todd felt his absolute certainty was shaken a little. The combination of Reba's cool logic with her spectacular face and body was slowly wearing down his resistance. Perhaps he had been wrong, perhaps the tape he had received had come about simply because Finger Delight Salon had one over-zealous employee who would do anything to make a commission sale. Perhaps the voluptuous woman seated across from him was telling the truth.
"By the way," she asked suddenly, "have you ever had a massage?"
Todd smiled, and, much to his discomfort, blushed slightly.
"Well," he replied, "to tell you the truth, I haven't, not a professional one, anyway."
"No? Then you really must let me take you to our studios and give you one of the luxury treatments. Believe me, it's designed purely to relax the muscles and restore the body to its natural, balanced state. For example, your shoulders look a little tense ... Have you been under a lot of strain lately?"
"A little," he replied evasively.
"Are you married?" she asked unexpectedly.
The way the woman was staring so knowledgeably made him strangely uncomfortable. It was as though she had sensed the difficulties he and Lynn were having, and knew every detail of his trouble-filled private life. A light film of perspiration broke out on his forehead, but his brain reeled with confusion.
"Yes ... I am married...." he replied somewhat hesitantly. "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing personal," she replied, sensing his embarrassment. "But we find a lot of our customers are married men who want to relax from their business tensions, so that they can go home to their wives feeling refreshed and eager to give them a little attention. That's all."
Todd had to admit that there was something to be said for her point of view. Many times he arrived home from work so tense and frustrated from pressures at the office that he was short-tempered and edgy with Lynn.
"That makes sense," he replied agreeably. "If that's all you're doing, you'll have no trouble with me."
"Good," she said warmly. "Then we have nothing to fear. And in that case, Mr. Getz, perhaps we can be friends instead of enemies. Could we?" she cocked her head to one side and smiled.
"Perhaps," he answered cautiously. "But only after I see for myself what's going on." Then, without knowing why, he added, "Incidentally, you might as well call me Todd."
"Todd ... what a nice name ... in fact, it's always been one of my favorites," she breathed the words, then closed her eyes and smiled faintly.
Todd's initial distrust and contempt were melting away almost without his being aware of it, and he was surprised to realize that he and Reba were speaking warmly, as though they were old acquaintances. She not only was a sexy looking female, but smart as hell and good company besides.
"Reba's an ... unusual name," he began, after a short silence.
"It means life," she replied. "And I feel that accurately sums up my feelings about the massage business. We restore life to weary bodies. Would you like a little sample?"
"Sample?" Todd's body stiffened suspiciously. "What do you mean?"
"I mean why don't you let me massage those shoulders for you? I guarantee you it'll make the rest of your day much more enjoyable."
The journalist's breath quickened as she spoke, and his already aroused penis began to throb madly against his thigh. Christ, what's wrong with me, he thought angrily. A gorgeous broad wants to massage my shoulders, and I act like a teenage virginal boy being propositioned by a whore! she's right. I do need to relax!
"Sure, why not?" he finally answered, forcing back his tension and distrust.
Reba rose from her chair and moved sensuously around the desk.
"Lean back in your chair," she said soothingly, positioning herself behind him, "and just close your eyes and relax. Let me do the work."
As he followed her instructions, Todd could sense her powerful female presence behind him. The flowery fragrance of her perfume drifted into his nostrils and worked like an aphrodisiac on his brain. With long, tapering fingers, Reba slowly massaged his neck muscles. Her gentle rubbing motions brought an immediate release of tension, as the tightness melted away.
"Oooooooohhhh," he sighed, "That's good...."
"I'm glad." Her voice was soft and relaxing, as her hands moved down to knead his shoulders with tender, somewhat provocative strokes. "You are tense, too tense...." she noted aloud as though she were a physician.
"I guess I am," he said softly, beginning to feel dreamy and only semi-conscious under Reba's soothing touch. "But I feel a lot better now."
"I'm glad to hear it," she replied easily, without losing the easy rhythm of the massage. Despite the fact that she was on an important mission, she was also beginning to enjoy her task. Todd's muscles were enticingly hard beneath his white shirt, and she found herself wondering what he looked like naked. In fact, she was inwardly delighted that the target of her charms was such a desirable specimen of masculinity.
I think I'm going to like this a lot, she thought with a sudden growth of excitement as she moved her hands over his upper back. Quite a lot!
Teasingly, she let her fingers glide upwards until they tangled themselves in the bright, curly hair that set off his handsome face so beautifully. Glancing over his shoulder, she could see the mound of his genitals, thick, virile, and hard inside his trousers. He's all man, she thought appraisingly, and the more he proved a challenge to her wiles, the more she wanted him, and looked forward to fucking him. Todd's excitedly pulsating cock gave a heated lurch as she slid her hands smoothly over his shoulders and down onto his chest. Good, she mused lewdly. Good ... he's set up now and nearly ready for the kill.
Her fingers flicked lightly between the buttons of his shirt, touching his naked skin. As Todd felt her warm, gentle caress on his rippling flesh, he gave a slight start. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps the massage was becoming more blatantly sensual ... maybe she was leading up to a wild screwing. At this lurid thought, a wave of guilt shivered through him; the face of his vulnerable young wife flashed in his mind's eye like a harsh warning.
"I ... I feel fine now," he stammered, trying to end the massage before he lost control of himself. The skillful masseuse was affecting him more strongly than he wanted to admit.
"I hate to stop," Reba replied, a calculated catch in her voice. "You have such nice shoulders ... so muscular ... I'll bet you're really something else without clothes on."
Overriding his objections, she gently pulled his head back so that his neck rested directly between her own nearly naked, rapidly heaving breasts. A luxuriant wave of warm excitement surged through his body at the touch of her softly seductive flesh against his temples.
Desperately he fought down the impulse to reach up and grab her. He was almost overcome by the extraordinary pleasure that washed over him in ever intensifying waves. His massively enlarged cock was red hot, and his balls were swollen and throbbing with mounting desire.
"I'm truly enjoying this," the statuesque brunette cooed, as she slowly massaged his temples. "In fact ... it's even getting me kind of excited ... even though we're trained not to let that happen in this business. It sometimes happens." she shrugged, then continued, "But ... you're such an attractive man. Oh, forgive me for saying it, it's really very unprofessional of me ... but if you weren't married ... and so suspicious of my motives ... I'd be tempted to make a play for you ... even if it would get me fired if the high brass at Finger Delight Salon heard about it."
"Yes?" Todd replied, his voice shaking a little, despite his determination to control his mounting excitement.
"You bet," Reba purred softly, stroking his face and neck. "It would be so nice to have your beautiful naked body pressed against mine. But I really mustn't say such things," she reproved herself with affected sincerity. "You'll only think our establishment is as corrupt as you supposed."
Todd's brain seethed with stormy thoughts. Part of him violently distrusted her motives and resisted her lewd suggestions. But another side of him, a darker, more primitive aspect, screamed at him to throw aside reason and restraint and plunge his swollen, lust-enlarged cock into her hot little pussy. I want to fuck her, he realized in a flash of self-awareness. I want to fuck the hell out of her!!!
"Of course," Reba continued, her voice low and velvety, "there's nothing wrong with a little fling after work someday, if you're in the mood. I mean ... no one has to know about it ... after all, we're two consenting adults...."
The young reporter was half mad with desire, and her tantalizing suggestion was all the urging he needed. With a deep, savage groan he rose suddenly, flung aside the desk chair, and grabbed the tall, softly voluptuous brunette in his arms, passionately crushing her lush warm body against his own. They kissed harshly, cruelly, and Reba opened her mouth fully, delighted that he had at last made his move. She pressed her wet tongue deeply into his mouth, driving him wild with desire. Fiercely, he forced her tongue back with his own, so that his hungry oral spear could explore the interior of her moist warmness.
Quickly, Reba dropped her hand down and roved between Todd's legs, where she found the massive outlines of his thick, stiff cock. Skillfully, she began to massage it, so that the long shaft and thick, bulbous head strained furiously against the fabric of his trousers.
Groaning deeply, Todd slipped his own hand up inside the sheer blouse she wore, resting it on one of her sleekly ripe breasts. It was so large that his hand could not contain it completely. He felt a warm thrill of forbidden pleasure as he massaged her soft warm flesh. They broke their long kiss, enabling the journalist to slip his other hand into her blouse and knead both firmly full breasts with relish.
"Mmmmmmm...." Reba moaned, as he pressed the rosy pointed buds of her nipples, making them quiver and grow taut, "nice!"
Deftly, the voluptuous masseuse unzipped his trousers and reached in boldly to grasp his lust-bloated, eager penis. With trembling fingers, she withdrew its heatedly throbbing length and expertly eased back the protective foreskin, exposing the pinkish head. Her fingers stroked its massive column lightly and teasingly, sending shivers of hot excitement rippling through Todd's body.
"Ooooohhhh," he groaned, "that feels good!"
With equal adeptness, he slipped his hand under her short, tight miniskirt and wormed his outstretched middle finger into the tight elastic leg band of her pants. Her pubic hair was moist and furry, and his extended finger, moving almost as if it had eyes of its own, quickly found the warm fleshy slit nestled within the curling strands. He began finger-fucking up and down the entire length of the moistly heated furrow, from the quivering little bud of her hardened clitoris to the soft, buttery entrance of her cuntal passage. As she groaned wildly in a fiery eagerness and ground her loins against his hand, he slipped two fingers into the creamy orifice, gently stretching the muscles, moving deeper and deeper with lurid, insinuating strokes. He was elated that she didn't resist him, and his frigid wife certainly would have. Instead, the statuesque brunette relished his every sexual advance, and as his fingers found their way deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping pussy, she began violently pumping her pelvis back and forth, forcing his thick fingers even farther up into her obscenely eager cunt.
"What a man you are!" she crooned, clinging tightly to his neck with one hand, while the other continued its wildly erotic stroking of his cock. "You turn me on more than anyone I've ever met! I want you to fuck me! From the minute I walked in here, I've wanted you to fuck me!"
Her explicit language added fuel to the fire of Todd's smoldering animal lust. All sense of morality and guilt were swept aside in the savage drive that pervaded every part of him. With a bestial groan, he suddenly pulled his fingers from the hot, fleshy depths of her cuntal sheath. His cock was tightly locked in her powerful hand and, to show her disappointment, she began to jerk it madly up and down, yet so expertly that Todd thought he would cum right then and there! He pulled away slightly, to cool himself down.
"I'm going to lock the door," he said, his voice throaty with lust. "And then I'm going to ram my prick into that juicy cunt of yours so hard you won't know what hit you!"
"Do it, lover," Reba replied, her eyes glazed with obvious desire. "Oh, Jesus ... please ... do it now!"
Swiftly, Todd locked the door, closed the blinds, and took the phone off the hook. When he turned back to Reba, he was amazed to see that she had used the time to strip herself naked, except for the black lace garter belt and sheer black stockings that rose up high on her lushly firm thighs, and the patent-leather spiked heels. She had unfastened her hair so that it hung down freely in black, glistening waves around her face, now a mask of torrid desire. Spreading her legs wide, she lay back seductively on the couch, deliberately exposing her naked, wetly glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Even as he watched, Reba's tapering fingers reached down provocatively and parted the folds of moistly succulent flesh, revealing the bright pink channel that led up and in from her vaginal lips.
"Fuck me, Todd!" she groaned, almost incoherent in her hot need of him. "Shove your long beautiful cock right up into me! Now! NOW!"
Within seconds, Todd had stripped his clothes off and nakedly joined her on the couch. Reba lay back obscenely, trembling with eagerness and ready to be fucked. Hungrily, he threw himself on her tawny, golden body. His voracious mouth locked on the warm ripeness of her breasts and began to suck greedily, while his hands feverishly explored the entire length of her lush, sensually fleshed frame. That she was still scantily clad in the black garter belt over black nylon stockings and high heels only increased his demon drive. He had never been so heatedly aroused in his entire life, and he felt as though he would never be able to get enough of her.
Delighted that she had accomplished the first stage of her mission, Reba eagerly slid her warm hands over the young journalist's broad muscular frame, savoring the hot, powerfully quivering muscles of his back and buttocks. But her own excitement had reached an excruciating intensity, and she groaned in hunger, aching to feel his hotly pulsating shaft buried to the hilt inside her.
"Come into me now," she begged. "Slip your prick inside my cunt!"
Todd needed no encouragement. At once, he positioned his long throbbing tool at the entrance to her impatiently waiting femaledom, then eased it slowly into the moistly inviting folds of her pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhh!" Reba moaned in ecstasy. "It's so big and hard! You feel soo goooddd!"
He pushed himself deeply into her, until the lust-swollen tip of his cock-head brushed against her spongy cervix. Arching perfectly over the passionately heaving amazon, he began to fuck her slowly with long, tantalizing strokes. With increasing intensity and speed, his rock-hard penis scraped thrillingly against the wet, expanding walls of her pussy, in and out ... in and out.
Reba moved her pelvis in perfect rhythm with him, her vaginal walls clasping hungrily at his pumping pole of tempered flesh. To take him as deeply as possible, she shifted her hips upward, spread her wantonly trembling thighs even further apart, and wrapped her nylon-encased legs around his waist, so that the sharp heels of her pumps rested against his hard, pumping buttocks. The cold, almost painful feeling of spike high heels against his ass excited Todd even further.
He knew that what they were doing was not only immoral, but foolish, considering how closely Reba was connected with his upcoming expose, but he didn't care! He had held back for so long with his timid, troubled wife ... had been forced to keep a firm hold on his wilder, deeper sexual urges. But no longer! With this raven-haired, green-eyed goddess, fucking him practically at high noon on the couch in his office, obscenely thrashing and writhing beneath him, he felt free to indulge himself to a torrid, ecstatic excess. He drove himself into her like a demon, slamming his heatedly pulsating cock against her wet, welcoming flesh with titanic force.
"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you!" he growled savagely. "FUCK YOU!!!!"
"Yeesssss!" Reba groaned in reply, her eyes rolling wildly in her head as her nails dug painfully into the naked flesh of his shoulders. "YYEESSSSSSS!!!"
Todd's body was sleek with sweat now, and his every muscle felt alive as he moved against her with strength and precision. He could hear his balls slapping against the moistened anal crack as he rammed into her. Nothing mattered to him now! Not Lynn! Not the job! Not the story! NOTHING! Only fucking the hell out of the luscious woman twisting and squirming beneath him on the leather of his office couch, fucking her hotly milking pussy until they both reached an explosive climax. He pumped his hips violently, and his long hard cock drove into her tender moistness with the force of a jackhammer.
Reba's face contorted into a grimace of pain under his merciless thrusts, but her nakedly voluptuous body didn't cease its eager undulation. Todd's thick muscular shaft tore into her cunt with hard, painful strokes, making her pussy walls ripple in protest, but she loved it!
"AAANNNNGGGHHHH!" he snarled, savoring the conquered, submissive look in her formerly cool, impassive eyes. The spiked points of her high heels dug into the muscular flesh of his buttocks, encouraging him to fuck her even harder, and she raked the bud-like nipples of his chest with her fingernails so fiercely that he thought he would explode.
His hot, impatiently churning cum was beginning to surge and gather, filling his sperm-bloated hair sac of balls when he redoubled his intensity.
Reba sensed the change in him, and at the same time, felt herself jolted by her own unexpected, explosive bursts of passion. Her cuntal walls quaked furiously as her own climax drew nearer and nearer.
"I ... I'm ... cu ... cumming...." she mewled. "OH CHRIST, I'M CUMMMMIINNNGG!!!"
Todd, too, was at the bursting point! He suddenly arched his body as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, and his madly jerking cock exploded with a gush of scalding cum!
"AAAANNNNGGGHHH! OH FUCK OH FUCK!" he cried out, as rivers of white jism pumped into her wildly thrashing, spasm-seized cunt.
Reba's own cuntal juices flowed like steaming vapor as she felt her convulsing vaginal cavern fill with the warm wetness of Todd's hot sperm. Her wantonly writhing body was rocked by tremors as the earthquake force of orgasm consumed her. White starbursts of ecstasy exploded behind her lowered lids as Todd's load of warm sticky male essence shot deeply into her gratefully receiving cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh," Todd moaned, as he felt his passion begin to ebb after what seemed like hours. "Oooooooohhhh...."
Reba also felt the flow of her female juices slowly diminish as her turbulent orgasm reached its natural completion. Languid and relaxed, she leaned back sensuously as Todd eased his rapidly deflating cock out of her still-twitching vaginal sheath and sat down next to her on the couch.
"Christ, that was really something," he murmured, feeling more content than he had in days.
"I'm glad," Reba remarked, sighing deeply and running her fingers lightly through his hair. "You're quite a man, Todd."
He turned to her and grinned.
"You're quite a woman," he replied.
The statuesque brunette smiled lazily, then closed her eyes as if resting. You haven't seen the half of it, my friend, she thought wickedly to herself, Not by a long shot!
CHAPTER FIVE
When Lynn left the massage studio after having signed her name to a contract, she was still in a dreamy haze from Freddy's expert oral seduction; he had not only broken through years of sexual anxiety but had also thoroughly captivated the innocent young housewife. She could scarcely keep her mind on driving as she raced through the suburban streets toward her home; her body still felt light and hot from the sensual tonguing and her mind was giddy, filled with romantic images. She had never been so thrilled in her life, and the afterglow was so wonderful that she thought it would last forever.
However, when she pulled into the driveway the happy dream began to fade; the sight of her familiar house jolted the beautiful young wife back to reality and a tremor of cold fear rushed through her.
Oh! What have I done? she thought in a sudden panic. My God! I'm a married woman ... it's sinful for me to have allowed myself to be seduced by a perfect stranger! I've been unfaithful to Todd!
She turned off the ignition and wondered fearfully what the implications of her actions would be. For all she knew, her marriage might fall apart completely, and deep inside she knew she didn't want that. She loved Todd despite everything, and the last thing in the world she wanted was to hurt him; yet, still, there were those unexplained latenesses that drove her mad with loneliness and his mysterious, silent involvement with the massage parlor. She had visited the studio impulsively this afternoon out of jealousy for what she thought was her husband's clandestine life away from her. But she was thoroughly confused now, and a little frightened. Did Todd have a female in the massage parlor who did the same thing that Freddy had done to her...? The thought bewildered her even more.
Glancing at her watch, she noticed that it was nearly five o'clock; she realized Todd would be home soon, and she hadn't even thought about supper. She pulled herself together quickly, left the car and walked into the house; then she took two frozen TV dinners out of the freezer in the kitchen and slipped them into the oven.
I'll explain that I had to visit a girl friend, she decided, knowing that her husband would object to the skimpy supper. I'll tell him we were gossiping and I forgot about the time. Besides, maybe he'll be home late again himself. So why should I get upset?
As she went upstairs to the bedroom and changed into a bright yellow dress, her mind raced back and forth between vibrant, exciting memories of her erotic afternoon with Freddy and stinging flashes of shame and guilt over her wanton infidelity. Her disturbed conscience was heatedly insisting that she never return to the luxurious massage studio, yet another deeper instinct reveled in the memory of the ecstatic animal passion she had experienced. She wanted to repeat the wonderful, billowing climax, to be transported again into the lurid realms of pure erotic sensation that had overwhelmed her. Try as she might, she could not reconcile the split in her attitude, and as the evening progressed, she became more and more deeply disturbed.
At a quarter to six she went downstairs to take the dinners out of the oven; Todd still hadn't arrived home yet and Lynn's mind seethed inwardly at his inconsiderate behavior.
He hasn't called again! she thought bitterly, Maybe he's out having a little fling ... cheating on me!
Her face grew taut with suspicion as her tormented mind conjured up jealous, vivid images of her husband's supposed infidelity. It was at that moment she heard Todd's car pull in front of the house, and she hastily decided to act as if nothing at all had happened; that way she could give herself more time to think about what was going on without unnecessary quarrels or anxiety. Going quickly to a mirror, she primped her hair and managed a pert, pretty smile as her handsome husband entered through the front door.
"I'm home, honey," he yelled as he entered, sounding a trifle uncertain about his reception.
"Good," she called out cheerfully, "dinner's all ready." The events of this afternoon had overshadowed her anguish of last night's brutal rape, and-for the moment-the young wife decided to act as if nothing had happened.
Todd strode into the kitchen, masking his own guilt with a smile as bright and convincing as Lynn's.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, "But I had an unexpected conference."
"That's all right," she replied, "I was a little late myself. So all I could get together was a TV dinner."
"That's fine," he replied airily. "It'll be a nice change."
Lynn noted with surprise that usually he reacted angrily to TV dinners; why tonight, she wondered, did he accept it without question? Were her fears justified? Was he cheating on her?
"Why don't you take off your jacket and go upstairs and wash up?" she suggested.
"Sure," he said, slipping off his sport jacket. "I'll be down in a minute." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and walked out of the room.
Immediately suspicious, Lynn went to the jacket that he had placed over the back of a kitchen chair and inspected it. She nearly cried out in shock when she detected the scent of a heavy, female perfume on the garment.
So! He is seeing another woman, she thought icily. I was right from the very beginning! Well, if that's the way he wants it, that's all right with me! She recalled Freddy and the sensuous way his wet wonderful tongue had wormed itself deeply into her vaginal sheath. I have a little secret of my own now!
With a strange smile she replaced the coat and busied herself with the task of setting the table.
Upstairs in the bedroom, Todd was still reeling from his incredible coupling with Reba Hollister. The voluptuous beauty had turned him on the way no woman had ever done before, and he was pleased to think that he had had the same potent effect on her. He felt like a man, a virile, powerful man and he liked it.
It's been a long time, he thought to himself, too damn long! If I can't get what I need from my wife then I can't see anything wrong with fucking someone else! Why not?
Yet, despite his assured manner, nagging doubts still plagued him concerning his demure spouse. He certainly didn't want to make her unhappy, but there seemed no way of breaking through her frigidity. The best thing, he decided finally was to remain silent as if nothing at all was wrong. It might not have been the ideal solution, but at the moment, in view of how he felt after his explosive release, it would just have to do.
He went upstairs to the kitchen, whistling with deceptive cheerfulness, and sat across from his wife in the familiar dining nook. They ate in silence, each wrapped up in the lurid events of the day, yet neither betrayed to the other what they were thinking.
Finally as they sipped their after-dinner coffee, Lynn ventured a remark.
"I ... I'm feeling a little tired tonight, Todd," she said. "If you don't mind I thought I'd go to bed early. I have so much to do tomorrow...."
"Sure," her husband replied, "I think I'll just watch TV for a while and then I'll sack out myself."
So, Lynn mused darkly, he doesn't care what I do tonight. I was right!
To Todd, his young wife's early bedtime was just her usual retreat from him, and it confirmed his decision to continue his new secret relationship with Reba.
"Have a nice sleep," he remarked pleasantly as she rose to go upstairs.
"Thanks," she said, managing her prettiest smile. "You enjoy your television."
"I will," he said.
Slowly, she made her way upstairs, her mind fastened on Freddy's slim, muscular young body and sensual face.
In the kitchen Todd lit a cigarette, and his thick, fleshy cock began stirring in his pants at the memory of Reba's beautifully pointed breasts; those creamy and succulent orbs-so wonderfully big-had driven him wild with lust.
Tomorrow, he thought lewdly, tomorrow I'll screw that hot little bitch again!
Unconsciously, he reached down and began to rub his pulsing genitals.
* * *
The next morning, shortly after Todd had left for work, Lynn dressed for her second visit to the Finger Delight Salon. She had chosen a tight, short black skirt that emphasized the lush curves of her hips and a clinging jersey blouse of bright pink that made her full, sloping breasts thrust seductively outward. She wanted to have her clothes match her mood, for she already anticipated her second "massage" with great excitement. She had showered and perfumed her body, eager and willing to know again the shimmering thrills she had experienced yesterday. All morning she'd been unable to get the erotic young masseur out of her mind, and her hands fumbled nervously as she zipped up the skirt and prepared to leave.
At about eleven o'clock, she was in front of the elegant studio, and forcing back any last minute doubts, she walked inside.
Freddy was waiting for her in the reception room. He too had been eager to see the young woman again and had dressed in his tightest form-fitting velvet pants. He was nude from the waist up and barefoot. Now that the contract was signed, he knew he was free to use Lynn in any way he wanted; after doing all the work at yesterday's session he had decided that this time he was going to have his own orgasm in a way more satisfying to his lascivious tastes. He licked his lips hungrily as he saw the curvaceous, unsuspecting wife enter. Seeing her delectable body clad in garments vastly more revealing than the dress she had worn the previous day was an unmistakable sign that she was completely his to command ... and that she was more than willing to continue what had started the day before.
Good, he thought devilishly, that'll make it easier to get her hot! Then ... well, who knows how jar I can go?
"Well, good morning, Mrs. Getz," the amoral young man remarked as Lynn entered. "How are you feeling today?"
"Wonderful," Lynn replied warmly, "just wonderful. I've been looking forward to seeing you again."
"So have I," he replied softly, turning on the charm. "Why don't you take off your shoes and we can go upstairs right away?"
"Yes...." she whispered, slipping off her low-heeled shoes.
She followed him with growing anticipation as the powerful, half-naked young man led the way into the interior of the salon and up the spiral stairs. She could scarcely resist the impulse to touch his tanned, wiry body or his dark, thick hair. When they reached the second floor, Freddy turned to her suddenly, and with a strange glint in his eye, he embraced her passionately, running his hands over her supple body with an undeniable hot urgency. At first Lynn was taken aback by his sudden move, but soon she was overwhelmed with the electric thrill of being in his arms, and she returned the embrace, swept away on a rising tide of pleasure as he began gently kneading her buttocks. Her eagerly trembling young body tingled in expectation, and her vagina began to throb insistently as Freddy kissed her feverishly on her warmly pliant lips. Then, as suddenly as he embraced her, he pulled back.
"Let's go inside," he said, his voice heavy with passion. "Quick."
Within moments, they were inside the room and Lynn was disturbed once more when Freddy locked the door behind them. Resisting her anxiety, however, she moved directly to the screen to change.
"No," Freddy said a little sharply, "you don't need to hide behind there. Take your clothes off here in the light where I can see you."
The young wife, confused by his imperative tone, resisted the command.
"Why?" she asked in a timid voice. "I'd rather do it behind the screen ... maybe it's silly, but ... "
"It is silly," he snapped. "Besides, I like to see chicks take off their clothes really slow ... you know what I mean ... I like to watch."
Lynn couldn't believe her ears. The young masseur seemed totally changed. Yesterday, he was so gentle with her, so soft and understanding, but today he was behaving like a ... a satyr! A madman! Like her husband Todd, when he was aroused!
"Go on," he ordered. "Stop gaping and do what I tell you."
Her eyes wide in fright and shock, Lynn shook her head silently. Her wetly parted lips opened and she whispered one word, "No."
"Yes." It was uttered ferociously as Freddy abruptly stepped forward and his powerful hand locked around her upper arm. "Now get with it!"
"Leave me alone," she screamed.
"Shut up, save your fucking breath. The place is soundproofed."
Lynn attempted to twist away from his painful grip, but when he continued to hold her easily, she yelled loudly, "Help!"
Freddy's vise-like grip around her arm tightened-painfully-until all Lynn could feel was a wave of excruciating agony shooting out from the compressed muscles. "Don't," she whimpered, really frightened now, "you're hurting me."
"Undress then," he said, relaxing his hold.
"No."
"I think you'd better if you know what's good for you, chick." He grinned nastily. "Asa masseur, you'd never believe what I could do to that ripe little body of yours and never leave a mark. But you'd feel it, chick. Oh, Jesus, would you ever feel it ... and you'll be waking up for years to come, screaming from the memory of the pain ... and never a mark." He opened and closed his fists, working his fingers as though he were warming up for a piano recital. "Get with it," he said.
"You can't make me." It was said full of bravado, but with a quavering voice. "I can. You know I can ... and I will."
"I'll go to the police."
Freddy threw back his head and laughed loudly. "Go on. That really would be something to see and hear." Abruptly, the amusement faded from his handsome young face and was replaced by a cruel sneer of unrelenting evil. "What would you tell them, Mrs. Getz? That yesterday you seduced an underage youth? I'm only nineteen, you know," he lied glibly. "I think that's called contributing to the delinquency of a minor. What will you be able to say when I tell them that you deliberately aroused and then made me do what I did? Or maybe you'll tell the truth: that yesterday I went down on you and ate your pussy ... and today you came back for more tongue-fucking. What will you tell the police? And your husband ... Mrs. Getz?"
His evil young voice sliced through her nerves like a hot knife, and the mentally anguished housewife found herself holding her hands over her ears and shrieking time and time again, "SHUT UP ... SHUT UP!"
Freddy waited until she stopped screaming and said calmly, "I'll gladly shut up just as soon as you start cooperating. You know, I'd rather you do this of your own free will than force me to work over some of your more sensitive muscles. Have you ever hit your crazy bone, Mrs. Getz? I can make almost all of your muscles and nerves react the same way ... only worse. Now what do you say we stop playing around and start undressing? You're going to fuck me ... and do anything else I say for as long as I say ... and nothing you can do can prevent it."
Almost imperceptibly, the young housewife's will to resist was being battered down by the obvious hopelessness of her situation, combined with the fear engendered by his threats.
In resignation now, she lowered her head and began weeping; the tears of defeat and shame streamed down both sides of her nose and ran in a salty stream across her trembling lips.
"Crying won't do you any good, Mrs. Getz. The sooner you get undressed and fuck, the sooner you can go home."
Still sobbing, Lynn found herself numbly beginning to unbutton her blouse.
"Slower...." he said insistently, "do it slower ... wait a minute; I'll get you something that'll help."
He quickly disappeared within the heavy drapes and after a moment loud rock music began to fill the room. Lynn guessed that the speakers were hidden in the walls, for the raunchy, blaring beat of the music surged around her from every direction with no discernible source. Moments later, Freddy appeared with two glasses brimful of Scotch.
"Here," he said, "a little music and a little booze and we're all set. It'll relax you, chick. Make you less eager to get your clothes off. See, like I said, I like to take things nice and slow...."
The young wife trembled in fear, and a black wave of shame roared over her; suddenly her whole world had begun to crumble. Something was terribly wrong! In an icy shock of revelation, she knew that yesterday she had made a dreadful mistake, and now she was about to be punished for her transgression. There was nothing she could do about it! She was trapped!
"Now, let's see," he said, looking as though he was thinking.
"You came back to be fucked, right?" He watched her as he downed two heavy swallows of Scotch.
"Freddy, I ... I ... I don't understand why you're doing this to me," she said in a tearful voice.
"Nothing to understand, sweetheart, nothin' at all. It's just that I want you to return the little favor I gave you yesterday. Only in my way. So drink up. We have a long session ahead of us."
Lynn knew that she had no choice but to go along with him; she had to do whatever he wanted, at least until the session was over, and then she thought desperately she could leave ... leave and never set foot in this horrid place again! As the rock music continued to blast its lewdly suggestive beat, she took a deep swallow of liquor to give her confidence. What a fool I've been, she thought, what an utter fool!
"Now you've got the idea," Freddy said. "Do what I tell you and everything'll be fine."
He went to the low, richly upholstered couch and sprawled on it, stretching his young body sensuously. His legs were splayed, and with one hand he held his drink as the other dropped lewdly to his crotch. He leered at the deeply ashamed wife while he stroked his pulsing genitals through his tight velvet slacks.
"Now let's see you strip," he growled, "nice and slow!"
Lynn fought back a growing sense of revulsion, trying her best to comply with the degenerate young man's request. Setting her drink on the floor, she began nervously once again to unbutton her blouse while Freddy stared at her with burning, lust-crazed eyes.
"Real slow, like a whore!" he reminded.
The humiliated girl bit her lips fiercely to keep from bursting into sobs again as she let the thin blouse fall away, revealing her ripely swelling breasts encased in a lacy, flesh-colored brassiere. As she did, Freddy began to rub his groin even more excitedly, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her golden-fleshed globes, half-hidden in the flimsy lingerie. Slowly, Lynn slid the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then, hands trembling in shame, she undid the clasps of her brassiere, her ears ringing from the sensuously lurid music that beat and pulsed all around her; as she removed the undergarment, her rich young breasts tingled and grew taut involuntarily from contact with the air, and the ruddy buds of her nipples hardened and pushed out from their dark, rose-colored areolas like seeds about to burst.
On the couch, Freddy shuddered as a sudden spasm of desire surged through him at the sight of her white naked breasts beaming provocatively in the flickering candlelight. Her lushly glowing skin glistened with lace-like patterns in the soft uncertain light as the young masseur quickly unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his pants down far enough to reveal his enormous pulsating cock and balls; his massive length was almost fully erect as he reached down and grasped it lewdly with one hand, stroking it unashamedly until it was hard as a rock while his hairy, tightened balls bounced luridly beneath. Lynn stood naked, except for her tight little white nylon panties, her form shaking with terror and wanting to scream as the depraved masseur aroused himself before her eyes.
"Dance!" he commanded.
"What?" she asked in disbelief.
"Dance! I want you to dance for me! It's dance therapy, chick, to relax you! Part of the treatment," he snarled. Then he laughed uproariously. "Come on! DO WHAT I TELL YOU! DO IT BITCH!"
Lynn was staggered by his horrible behavior; he was even more perverted and disgusting than she had supposed, but she was powerless to resist. The almost naked young housewife forced herself to dance woodenly to the barbaric beat of the music she had always detested. Refusing to look at him, she closed her eyes ... and found the lewd pagan rhythm of the music even stronger.
She felt totally humiliated as a husky-voiced male began to scream barely comprehensible lyrics from the record.
Baby, baby call me!
Call me, baby, Ball me, baby, tonight!
Yeah! Yeah, ball me tonight!"
Blushing furiously, Lynn couldn't imagine how anyone could get away with such horrid, shocking phrases on a record released to the general public; its obscene grossness repelled her in every way. Yet, despite her revulsion, the driving, sensual music began to work on her reeling Scotch-clouded brain so powerfully that she began involuntarily shaking her hips to the lewd beat of the guitar.
"That's it, baby, that's beautiful!" Freddy cried, aroused to a fever pitch at the sight of the innocent young housewife undulating and twisting wantonly before him in her little bikini panties. He felt like a sultan slave master, forcing his helpless charge to do whatever act of bizarre perversion his mind could conceive. He reveled in the feeling, for he lived only for erotic satisfaction, despising all the fools and idiots who had trod the straight and narrow path without knowing the delights and corruptions he had tasted ever since his earliest youth.
Laura was so numb now, so thoroughly dazed by the treatment Freddy was giving her that she could only surrender to her fate like an obedient servant. The music began to pick up its beat, and a hammering, driving rhythm roared through the room that made the dancing woman nearly dizzy from its intensity, yet she continued to shake her nearly naked, sweat-dampened body in a growing frenzy of lurid thrusts.
You really (urn me on, babe! Yeah, yeah!
You gonna turn me on all night! ALL NIGHT!
WELL! ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT!
BALL ME, BABE-EEE-EEE-EEE!
Suddenly, Freddy ripped off his pants, unable to contain his excitement, and ran completely naked to the dancing young woman, grabbing her soft, warm flesh and pulling her close to his own bare, muscular body. He ran his hands over her gently rounded nylon-clad ass-cheeks with relish.
Lynn was overwhelmed by the pungent male odor of Freddy's naked body and leathery cologne. In spite of all her good intentions, the Scotch and her own masochistic acceptance of her fate had made her love-starved body grow irresistibly passionate as she writhed obscenely to the music.
Freddy suddenly thrust his hand down the front of her tight elastic panties, and his outstretched middle finger found its way roughly to the already sopping entrance of her wildly pulsing vaginal slit, heatedly moist and soft from the carnal sensuality of the dancing. With no warning he shoved his middle finger harshly up into the creamy little orifice.
"AAAAaaannnggghh!" Lynn cried out more in fright and protest than in pain from the sudden intrusion.
She tried to pull away, but Freddy held her tightly with his free hand and then rammed his thick finger cruelly all the way into her wetly clasping cuntal passage until she squirmed away screaming.
"No. Don't. NO!"
"Yes, you cunt," he shouted back. "YOU DO AS I SAY, UNDERSTAND?" He placed one hand around her arm and squeezed in warning.
With this harsh command and his implied threat, Lynn found the last of her resistance melting away, and at that moment she surrendered completely. It was no use fighting. No use at all! Even as she shuddered in abject defeat, excitement and desire rushed suddenly through her sensually aroused young body as if violently released from within by her cowardly acceptance. She had done everything she could to resist him-now she was no longer responsible for her actions. Her heart began to pound wildly as she let sensations wash over her.
With a little groan she reached down with uncertain and trembling hands and grasped Freddy's throbbing, massively erect penis; it was the first time she had touched a man's cock other than her husband's, and a thrill of forbidden pleasure ran through her as she quickly pulled back the satiny smooth foreskin and exposed the lust-charged rubbery head. She moved her hands up and down the long, thick protuberance, exploring every inch of hot muscular flesh with rising excitement as the naked masseur pumped his hips back and forth obscenely.
"That's it, chick," he moaned lustily, "run your hands all over my prick!"
Never in her wildest thoughts could Lynn have imagined she would ever be in such a bizarre situation; it was as if she had suddenly become an actress in some sordid, pornographic film, yet it excited her! She was consumed by a delicious feeling of hot animal sensuality that thrilled and overwhelmed her.
Freddy exulted like a wild beast. He wanted to fuck her! Fuck her like a lusty stallion mounting a helplessly whinnying mare. He moved away, still twisting and writhing his muscular young body in time to the music and stroked his naked genitals as he shouted.
"Now, let's see you take off those panties! Slow! Real slow!"
Obediently, the hopelessly aroused wife began to peel the tight nylon panties slowly down her sleek, "white legs; as she did, she bent over, jutting her fleshy, quivering buttocks provocatively as the bikini briefs slid tantalizingly over the smooth skin of her long tapered legs. Freddy was beside himself with hot delirium; he pumped his lust-bloated cock faster and faster, aching to plunge his heatedly throbbing shaft into her creamy wet little cunt as Lynn stepped tremblingly out of her limp panties and placed them near her brassiere.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he ordered.
Lynn went down on all fours, unable to comprehend why she was obeying him so readily or what he intended for her in this revolting position; quickly, the sex-crazed masseur knelt behind her, grabbed his hotly stiffened penis in his hands and placed it at the entrance to her wet, warmly pulsing pussy.
"NNOOOOO!" she cried, realizing that she was only seconds away from becoming an adulteress and that this would be her last chance to stop the muscularly naked youth from screwing her from behind in this degrading, humiliating position.
But before she could protest again, Freddy shoved his long, heatedly throbbing cock into her tight little cuntal entrance with savage force!
"AAAAAANNNNGGGHHH!" the tortured young wife cried out as the enormous, rock-hard penis tore mercilessly along the wetly quivering walls of her vagina. She jerked painfully forward under the impact of his sudden entry, overcome with a freezing wave of shame as Freddy straddled her grotesquely from behind and buried his massively hardened maledom into the very depths of her cringing belly! Tears filled her eyes as he began to move back and forth harshly in her tightly inflamed passage, and she felt his hot, throbbing testicles slapping luridly on the back of her thighs.
It drove the young masseur nearly crazy with passion to have this demure young creature forced to submit to him like a humiliated slave under the hammering strokes of his giant instrument. He moved faster, fucking her harder and harder, battering into her spongy cervix with cruel blows.
"UUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" Lynn screamed as he plunged into her with increasingly brutal intensity. She felt bruised and broken as his body pressed against her from behind; her head swam with the pulsing rock music blaring its lurid, vulgar beat in her ears. She was overcome with shameful waves of disgust as she realized the depths of the horror and degradation she had unwittingly let herself get into; the pain in her hopelessly stretched vagina burned like blue-flamed fire in her loins! In her entire life, she had never known anything so revolting!
... And yet, at that very moment of darkness, a strange thing gradually flickered into life and grew astonishingly fast. Her hips and thighs began to relax involuntarily and to move in perfect rhythm to Freddy's harsh, savage strokes. Her tight young vaginal passage began to open like a wet flower and become hot and vibrant. She started panting, breathing heavily with growing passion as her nakedly writhing body started to glow and tingle ... and the pain and humiliation slowly ebbed and melted away as if by magic.
"Oooooh? ... OOOOOHHHHHH!" she moaned as a delightful rush of warmly erotic pleasure rippled through her entire body; her stretched pussy walls began to nibble hungrily at Freddy's plunging cock, and suddenly she was eager to increase the delicious thrills that were starting to surge through her.
"BABY, THAT'S IT!" Freddy cried out as she began to respond with a wild wantonness to his fucking, "FUCK BACK! OH, FUCK BACK. YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ASS!"
Lynn was lost now in a torrent of unbridled passion, and she bucked and thrashed as if possessed by a demon.
Freddy gripped her tightly about the hips, his powerful fingers digging into her tender flesh, as he slammed his long hard cock into her enthusiastically squirming cunt like a madman. Their movements were completely synchronized now, two obscenely grunting creatures, fucking with an implacable animal-lust. The rock music roared its bleating, sensuous accompaniment.
Yeah! Yeah! Shake it, baby! Do it baby! Ball me, ball me! YE EE A A A HHH!
The shamelessly aroused young wife was conscious of nothing now except the unbelievably overwhelming ecstasy that inundated her like a tidal wave; she was a raging animal-beyond all reason, beyond all morality.
Behind her, his body straining with pleasure, Freddy fucked as never before, moving his hot, swollen shaft in and out like a piston, each time plunging deeper and deeper until he thought he would ram right up into her belly! He could feel his sperm-laden balls swelling and throbbing as he slapped against her wet anal crack; they were bloated with scalding cum as the final moment of climax neared.
"AAHHHH ... AAHHHHHH...." he groaned as his body tensed feverishly for orgasm. "I'M GOING TO CUUUMMM!"
Lynn was racked with dynamic waves of pleasure; every inch of her naked flesh tingled with a wild erotic delight, her warm, wet cuntal walls began to shudder and undulate with even more extraordinary force as her own moment of release came nearer with dazzling intensity. It seemed as if her entire body was melting under his powerful strokes, and she groaned in excitement....
Suddenly, Freddy was rocked from head to foot as his hot sperm rushed headlong through the entire long, pulsating length of his lust-bloated penis, spurting out in rapid spurts like bullets from a machine gun into Lynn's wildly thrashing cunt.
"AAAANGGRRRRGGGHHH!" he yelled, his white-hot seed shooting out of him and filling the young wife's powerfully milking pussy with his heated cum.
Lynn, too, was gushing her orgasmic juices in electrifying, seething release; she felt consumed in an ocean of joy and delight, sparkling ripples of bliss pervading every part of her body. She thought she would faint from the force of her pleasure.
Freddy heaved and groaned, emptying himself into her as an enormous stream of cum burst out of his convulsing prick. It seemed to go on forever, and he mewled triumphantly as he finally drained himself of his boiling jism.
Gradually, their passion began to diminish until, with a sigh, Freddy pulled his softening tool out of her strained and ravaged cunt and lay back on the luxurious carpeting to relax, savoring the sense of pleasant exhaustion throughout his warmly satisfied body.
Lynn, nearly unconscious from the explosive force of Freddy's fucking and her own totally unexpected orgasm, slowly sank to the carpet also, scarcely able to move. She closed her eyes and breathed more and more slowly, trying to collect herself, trying to understand how she could experience such overwhelming delight under these brutal circumstances. But her reverie was soon interrupted.
"Well," Freddy said quietly, "that was a pretty good session. Tomorrow's will be even better."
Lynn steeled herself for the confrontation that she knew now was going to take place, for despite the ecstasy of her climax, she was never going to come back to the studio again. No matter what he did or whom he'd told. No threats would bring her back. None!
"I'm ... I'm not sure I'll be able to make it tomorrow," she said hesitantly.
"Oh," Freddy replied nonchalantly, "Well, okay with me; that's perfectly all right."
She was stunned that he made no objections, and after closely inspecting his face and seeing he was serious, she sighed deeply in relief.
"I thought you would be angry," she said, still puzzled. Freddy laughed.
"Why should I be angry? You're under no obligation. That is, except for the money."
"What money?" Lynn asked nervously.
"Didn't you read the fine print on the contract yesterday?" he asked with .mock concern. "You're obliged to pay us fifteen hundred dollars as full payment for the fifty massage sessions whether or not you continue with them. It's for our protection, you understand; otherwise, we'd be out of business."
Lynn froze as she realized the full impact of his words.
"So my suggestion is," he went on casually, "that you go home now and get the money, or ... "
"Or what?" the young wife asked as icy prickles of fear raced through her.
"Or we can call your husband and ask him for it."
CHAPTER SIX
Later that same day, in a secluded corner of an intimate cocktail lounge, Todd Getz waited to meet Reba Hollister. She had called at the office earlier and asked him to join her after lunch; later, they could visit the Buckhead massage studio together. The handsome reporter sipped thoughtfully on his martini, remembering that he had found himself getting an erection merely at the sound of her seductive, purring voice on the telephone. All reservations he'd had yesterday vanished from sight, and he was growing more and more enamored of the ravishing creature. The chilly situation between him and his wife the night before only served to further his torrid infatuation, and he was now convinced that Reba was not only sincere in her attraction to him, but that the massage studio really was on the level. In any case, nothing seemed to be important now except the further release of the wild, animal instincts that had surfaced so violently in the last couple of days.
He sipped his potent drink and let himself relax into the plush upholstery of the corner booth. Eagerly he anticipated Reba's arrival, and his genitals already throbbed in anticipation of what the tall brunette's voice had promised.
Man, she's really something, he thought excitedly. Her body's like soft cream, and those big beautiful tits! Christ, nothing beats wrapping my lips around those ripe, juicy melons!
At that moment he looked up and was startled to find himself face to face with the object of his torrid daydreams.
"Hi, good looking," the statuesque brunette murmured.
She looked like a million dollars in a form-fitting two-piece laced jacket and miniskirt made of soft wine-red suede. The miniskirt was so short and tight that Todd's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Christ, it's only about an inch from her pussy!
Her jacket was laced in such a way that nakedly glowing flesh was exposed all the way down to her navel, and the young reporter could see the tantalizing cleft of her mammoth globes partly revealed by the sexy garment. Her black, sleek hair was piled on top of her head in glistening coils, and every male eye in the lounge was locked hungrily on the voluptuous female. Todd flet a surge of masculine pride as she slipped gracefully into the booth and nestled warmly beside him. At once, her hand was on his leg, slowly stroking it.
"I've missed you," she said throatily, her eyes gazing adoringly at Todd. "I've never been so satisfied in my life as I was yesterday, you know."
"Me neither," he replied with a devilish glint in his eye, then laughed with the pure exuberance of being a man with a desirable woman. "Want a martini?"
"Sure," she said, as she slid her hand teasingly toward the massively throbbing mound up between his legs.
Todd signaled to the waiter, edging forward as he approached so that he couldn't see Reba's hand sensuously kneading his genitals.
"Another Beefeater martini," he said.
As the waiter walked away, Reba slowly unzipped the front of Todd's trousers and teasingly began to worm her long slender fingers into the bulging entrance of his shorts.
"Hey, be careful," he said, in a voice growing heavy with passion, "or I'll cum right here in the seat."
"We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" she replied. "But don't worry, I'll take it nice and slow."
Her hand grasped Todd's turgid penis inside the shorts, and with delicate, maddening strokes she caressed the hotly pulsing cock into a rock-hard erection. Under her ministrations, the thick throbbing shaft became swollen with lust and his balls tightened in a hot churning eagerness.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, trying to mask the intense thrills that pulsed through him. "You're blowing my mind!"
She took her hand away for a second and gazed at him impishly, "Would you rather I blow something else?" She ran her tongue around her wetly parted lips making sure he understood exactly what she meant.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned, then looked away from her trying to be nonchalant as the waiter returned and placed a second martini on the table and left. Todd was sure he must have noticed that Reba had withdrawn his muscular cock so that it was fully exposed under the table, hidden only by the white tablecloth. Laughing low in her throat, the shameless female returned her hand to his heatedly throbbing shaft and let her fingers slide back and forth over the velvet envelope of foreskin, caressing the tip of the swollen, blood-engorged head. Todd no longer cared if they were seen, in fact, he craved the statuesque brunette's obscene behavior. Her hand gripped the thick penis tightly, squeezing it, then relaxed; she repeated this over and over again, until Todd had to finally pull her hand away lest he spew his wildly impatient gism on the carpet of the lounge in premature ejaculation. Reba chuckled lightly, as he replaced his hot, quivering genitals back within his trousers. She took a languid sip of her drink.
"Such a nice big cock," she whispered in his ear. "I just love it in my pussy, Todd. I could have you fuck me all night."
She blew a light wisp of air into his ear, and the young reporter's body sizzled with lust.
"Well," he said in a low voice, "maybe we can arrange that ... soon...."
"That would be so wonderful," she said, her face with a warm gleaming smile. "Sooo wonderful ... just rolling around the sheets with your hard body crushed on mine ... your cock beating away inside of me ... ohhh...." she quivered.
Todd shook his head slowly from side to side in mock disbelief.
"Reba, I've never met anyone like you in all my life. You know yesterday I was convinced you were a crook...."
"And today?"
"Today? I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me...."
"Mmmm...." she cooed, "how very nice."
They were so close that their lips were only inches apart. With tantalizing slowness, they instinctively let their mouths roam closer and closer until finally Todd crushed his mouth sensuously against her soft, ripe lips and snaked his tongue against her teeth. Eagerly, Reba opened her mouth wide and sucked him inside, pulling on it hard, sending electric flashes throughout his warm body. Just at that moment, however, soft music began to waft through the dimly-lit cocktail lounge from the jukebox ... it was an old romantic ballad and Mark was suddenly jolted back to reality by it ... it had been "their song" when he and his bride had been dating. The sudden intrusion of this nostalgic melody brought up a sudden well of guilt from deep inside of him. He hadn't even thought about his demure wife all morning, but now her stricken face flashed burningly into his brain as the soft, familiar music soared through the posh room with a swoop of violins.
"What's wrong?" Reba asked as he pulled away.
"Nothing," he said, taking a deep swallow of his drink and trying not to betray his anxiety. Reba settled back and lit up a cigarette. "Thinking about your wife?" she asked coolly.
"Yes," Todd replied after a moment's reflection. "I'm sorry. But this does present certain complications you know. I think I was caught off guard ... it's the song ... it was...."
"One of your favorites?" she queried. "Yes, I like it too." She leaned in to him, her compelling eyes fastened on his with striking intensity. "Look, Todd, you're under no obligation to me. We can call it quits right now if you like and remain business acquaintances. It would be hard for me to take now that I know someone like you exists ... terribly hard, I'll admit it ... but I'll get over it. It's entirely up to you."
The closeness of the overpowering woman, her musky perfume drifting lightly into his nostrils, was all the young reporter needed to banish the sudden intrusion of doubt. With renewed confidence, he turned to her.
"Don't worry," he said, "I'm sure about what I'm doing."
"I'm so glad," she replied softly, "so glad."
They both sipped on their martinis languidly, never taking their eyes from each other as the intimate atmosphere of the cocktail lounge drew the couple closer and closer and sensually arousing vibrations of desire arced between them. Reba slipped her hand down beneath the table and took Todd's hand, placing it up between her legs.
Instinctively the young journalist let his hand rove upwards between her warmly naked inner thighs, slipping deftly under the skimpy suede miniskirt until it reached her eagerly throbbing pubic mound encased in her panties. To his great surprise he found that there was a slit in the crotch of the nylon undergarment, giving him total access to the fleshy warm slit of her pussy. Her fevered cuntal lips were already wet with passion, and he teasingly let his finger slide up and down the moistly quivering folds.
Reba smiled mysteriously, as Todd's finger hungrily explored her naked vaginal entrance.
"Nice," she murmured.
The aroused young reporter could scarcely believe the intense excitement that pervaded him; it staggered him to think that he was sitting in a secluded corner of a swank cocktail lounge with his hand obscenely fingering the creamy flesh of this tempestuous woman's cunt, it was beyond his wildest dreams and he reveled in it.
"Oooohhh," she whispered, "you make me so excited! Too excited. If we're not careful we'll be fucking right here on the floor!"
They both laughed with sly wickedness, their eyes glinting with desire.
"Then let's go," he suggested. "You can show me that Buckhead Studio and then ... well, then we'll just let nature take its course."
"Indeed," she replied. "Nature never had it so good."
Reluctantly, removing his hand from her naked warm cunt. Todd signalled the waiter for the check. As he took a last swallow of his martini, he noted with pleasure that his cock still surged with erotic longing, hot and almost painfully aroused within the confines of his tight continental slacks.
Moments later they were out on the street, blinking from the bright sunlight, and heading towards the parking lot behind the lounge.
"Why don't we go in my car," Reba suggested, "and I'll drop you off again here later so you can pick up your car. What do you say?"
"Sure," he answered, "Why not?"
"It's over here."
She took him to a corner of the parking lot, where a pure white, new Jaguar sedan sat gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight, Todd gasped in awe when he saw the expensive car and whistled softly.
"What a beauty," he remarked.
"Isn't it?" she answered. "Get inside. You haven't seen anything yet."
The interior of the car was done in shiny black leather, and as Todd sank into the seat he was enveloped by the soft, comfortable luxury of the imported automobile. The dashboard was of polished wood, and it gleamed with dials and switches like the cockpit of a plane. Reba slipped into the driver's seat beside, and started up the car with a soft whirr of machinery.
"Purrs like a kitten, doesn't it?" Todd said admiringly.
"She certainly does." Reba said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Say would you like to drive?"
"I'd love to," Todd answered eagerly. Moments later they had changed positions and the captivated young husband deftly maneuvered the shiny automobile out of the parking lot onto the street.
"Runs like a top," he said.
"Why don't you take the back roads to the Buckhead Shopping Center," she suggested. "That way we won't have to rush ... and I hate all the traffic on the expressway. The back roads are more secluded, and we'll have time to ... talk...."
"Fine with me," he replied, heading towards the alternate route.
They drove along at a steady clip. Gradually most of the office buildings and houses vanished from sight, and the country side flew by ... mostly trees, a farm or two, and expensive, secluded suburban developments.
"This is nice to have a man driving for a change," Reba said, settling in the plush upholstered seat. "Very relaxing."
Todd enjoyed the feel of driving the sleek car; it gave him a sense of power and status. And his body was charged with strength.
Man, nothing beats this, he thought. Riding up the road in this fantastic machine, with a sexy broad next to me!
His potent reaction again manifested itself in his already awakened genitals, for his thick penis had stirred to life once more, and it elongated and throbbed beneath his pants. Noting this, Reba smiled in smug satisfaction.
He's right where I want him, she thought. He's a pushover now. He'll believe anything I tell him. With a casual gesture, she let her hand slide over the leathery upholstery until it rested just above Todd's knee. Then she moved it towards his desire-swollen loin.
"Hey," the reporter remarked flippantly, "better be careful or I'll crash the car."
"No you won't," Reba replied confidently. "Just concentrate on the road and let me do the rest. It's easy, once you get the hang of it."
She placed her hand directly on the pulsing mound of his genitals, and at first Todd was jolted with the excitement of her obscene gesture, but following Reba's advice, he let himself relax and kept his eyes on the road as the provocative woman softly kneaded his thick, stiff penis through the tight cloth of his trousers. She rubbed it slowly, with infinite skill, up and down the entire length of his pulsating hardness as Todd's heart began beating faster and faster. Her nimble fingers crept to the zipper and slowly opened the front of his trousers so that she could have access to the naked flesh. Her hands slipped quickly inside his pants and through the opening of his shorts, to come to rest on the heatedly aroused penis and its tightened scrotum, driving Todd nearly wild with pleasure.
"I want to suck your cock, Todd," she said without the slightest bit of warning. "I want to suck your big, hard prick until you cum in my mouth! I want to feel your hot, thick seed running down the back of my throat. Do you mind?"
"Mind?" he asked, with a lewd expression. "Baby, if that's your thing, then do it!"
Reba laughed melodiously, then skillfully withdrew his achingly stiff penis from within the confines of his pants, so that it was exposed and nakedly pulsating with eager passion. She slid the velvety foreskin back with tantalizing slowness as the aroused young reporter drove and tried to concentrate on keeping the car on the road. Having fully exposed the purplish, excited head, she teased it with her fingers until the lust-swollen tip throbbed with an animal-like ferocity. Then she began to massage the entire length of his long muscular penis until it reached its full massive size like a red hot, rigidly pulsing shaft.
"I love your cock," she said in a soft, melodious voice. "It's so big and thick! And, oh God! I know it's going to taste so wonderful....
Slowly, she leaned across the seat, lowering herself so that her mouth hovered just above his eagerly throbbing cockhead. Todd steeled himself for what was coming, riveting his eyes on the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as Reba's soft warm mouth closed wetly around the pulsing head of his hardened penis. , Reba began to suck on the huge rubbery tip of his cock as though it were a straw and she were trying to pump the last drop of liquid upward from the bottom; then she plunged downward taking almost the entire throbbing length of his hot fleshy shaft all the way into her mouth, until it battered against the back of her throat.
"Ohhh, baby! If you only knew how great that feels," Todd moaned as Reba's wetly ovaled lips sucked with gusto on his massive cock. He glanced down, and the sight of this beautiful woman laboring over the thick protuberance between his legs increased his excitement a thousandfold. Jesus! In spite of all his experience, he'd had only two or three blow jobs before-but never anything like the tantalizing warmth and softness of this woman. He shoved his pelvis forward on the seat and allowed her mouth to burrow down all the way to the thick base of his penis. He was filled with a coarse, lurid desire to drench her throat with his hot male semen, to saturate her, to drown her with his raging sperm.
"Suck it," he hissed viciously, "Suck it!" He swerved to avoid a tractor coming out of a pasture, and realized he was driving over 80 miles an hour.
Reba slavered her warm wet tongue all along the base and underside of Todd's heatedly pulsing penis, reveling in the thick powerful blue veins that stood out beneath the thin membrane of of cock skin. Then she moved her voraciously sucking mouth upwards and teased the tiny hole in his bloated glans with the tip of her tongue, before running her lapping strokes down his long, wet shaft to the base where his surprisingly soft pubic hair tickled her chin.
The statuesque brunette pulled away from his hardened cock for a moment and blew on it tenderly. The cool rush of air and the sudden removal of her warm lips caused Todd to moan with anguish. Then she wrapped her fingers around its girth and began to beat it up and down, up and down, fast and hard. Only when the intensity was so excruciating that the young husband thought he was about to discharge his hot load all over this strange female's hands, did she slow down and again bury her wetly ovaled mouth over his thick, massively jerking cock ... sucking like a hungry, unweaned calf on the rigid pole of flesh.
All this was completely and wildly new to Todd. How long he had wanted the soft lips of his wife to close around his penis, how long he had dreamed of being sucked to climax and shooting his seething sperm into Lynn's mouth! If only she weren't so cold and terrified of sex....
Lynn ... Lynn ... her name revolved in his fevered brain ... II only you weren't so ... so....
His wife's name echoed and re-echoed in his mind, and again a small section of conscience felt a rush of shame, but the guilty thoughts evaporated under the heat of the voluptuous masseuse's voraciously sucking mouth.
Reba licked and sucked with growing abandon on the handsome journalist's hotly pulsating penis while her hand massaged his swollen testicles. She was wild with desire! She couldn't wait to taste his warm saline semen hitting the roof of her mouth! She had to suck him dry ... it was his release as well as hers, for inside her she could feel her own erotic formings spiralling to break-neck orgasm. She trailed her hot little tongue up along his blue-veined shaft, to the pulsating, blood-filled head, then she slipped her moistly ovaled mouth like a warm, wet glove down over it again, sucking, sucking ... sucking....
Her growing passion was doubly charged with the knowledge that she had completely subdued this well-endowed young man. She not only had the pleasure of sucking him off, but she had kept him from further investigation of the real nature of the Finger Delight Salon. A sense of triumph flushed through her, and she increased her intensity, devouring his eagerly jerking maledom with her warm wet mouth, as she squeezed the hairy sacs of his balls luridly.
Suddenly a wrenching groan tore itself from deep inside Todd's chest. He was cumming! His body was racked with incredible convulsions; his hands gripped the steering wheel more tightly, his palms wet with sweat, and it was only with great effort that he kept his vision from blurring as his climax grew closer to volcanic release. He wondered if any passing motorists could see the obscene activity in the car, and the thought luridly increased his excitement. He felt cut loose into a world of wild, shameless passion and he wanted more of the same! Her tightly compressed lips were suddenly more than he could stand!
"AH ... AHHH ... AHHH...." he groaned as he felt the first headlong rush of churning liquid coming up from the hidden confines of his sperm-bloated balls and forming along the long tube of his wildly jerking penis. Suddenly, he was there! And his cum erupted in a warm, frothy cascade into Reba's gluttonously sucking mouth.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" he cried out, as her lips tightened around his palpitating shaft. Great, gulping sounds floated up to him as the tall brunette struggled to swallow every last drop of the hotly spewing fluid.
As she drank the viscous male liquid with relish, Reba felt her own orgasm gushing madly in sympathetic response to Todd's sudden release. Her vaporous female essence shimmered down her undulating vaginal walls and left a telltale stain of perfumed wetness on the black leather upholstery as it steamed out between the open slit in her panties. She sucked madly on Todd's exploding penis, shuddering from her own climax, drinking every last drop of his scalding semen and letting it run in thick rivulets down her greedily gulping throat.
Finally, after what seemed like endless orgasm, Todd's swollen spear ceased its turbulent jerking, and Reba reluctantly pulled away from the deflating cock-flesh, licking her lips of every last drop of his warm male fluid.
The young journalist felt his consciousness returning fully to the driving now, but his body felt warmly relaxed from the bizarre episode. He turned to glance at Reba, who had leaned back in the upholstered seat, languidly relishing the delightful afterglow of her own climax, totally satisfied ... at least for the moment.
"You're really incredible, you know that?" he whispered.
"Thanks," she said softly. "You are, too. And I think you'd be able to pass any driving test known to man."
They both chuckled at her remark. Then Todd noticed that they were close to their destination.
"There's Buckhead Shopping Center," he said.
"Mmmmm...." she said. "Perfect timing."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lynn Getz sat in the kitchen of her suburban home, twisting a handkerchief nervously. Before her, on the table, was $1,500 she had withdrawn from the bank to pay Freddy. She had taken it out of the special joint savings account where she and Todd had deposited their "nest egg", money they were putting aside for a rainy day. The young wife wondered tearfully how she could ever explain the unexpected withdrawal to her husband; she guessed that in the end she would have to confess her foolish behavior, but she dreaded it. If only Mother and Father were here; they'd give her the money without questions.
How can I tell him what I've done? she thought in anguish. He'll probably want a divorce ... oh God, what am I going to do?
But for the moment she knew she had no choice but to return in humiliation to the massage studio and give Freddy what he demanded. Her brain was nearly numb from the turbulent events of the past two days; she had traveled from ecstasy to despair, in a manner so shocking that she could scarcely comprehend herself what she had done. It was horrible, and her hands were cold with fear and trembling. Like an automaton, she rose from the table, put the money inside her purse and went out the back door towards her car.
Todd moved through the plush reception room of the studio with awe.
"It's really pretty classy," he remarked, glancing at the glittering fixtures and expensive velvet drapes.
"We wanted this one to be one of the best," Reba replied as she sat on the chair behind the receptionist's desk and kicked off her shoes.
"Must have cost you plenty," he said.
"Quite a bit," she replied. "By the way, you'll have to remove your shoes. It's company policy ... besides the floors are heated and there's carpeting on every inch."
"So this is part of the massage game, huh?" he asked, grinning, as he slipped his shoes off.
"Yes," she answered, "it's a nice little custom don't you think? Just like the Japanese."
"Not bad," he said, digging his stocking clad toes into the plush pile.
At that moment the door opened from inside the parlor, and a little, but staggeringly built blonde girl who appeared to be only about seventeen, came into the reception room. Her golden hair was puffed into a dazzling bouffant that swirled around her head like a bright cloud, her blue eyes were sparkling; and her skin was a peaches and cream complexion that took Todd's breath away. A white uniform tightly clung to her curvaceous body so that her beautifully upthrust breasts were clearly revealed, as were the full luscious curves of her flaring hips. The girl moved with brisk energy as she strode towards them smiling at Reba with warm recognition.
"Miss Hollister," she said in a light, girlish voice, "how nice to see you again."
"Thank you, Judy," she replied with a smile. "By the way, this is Todd Getz, a reporter from GeorgiaTimes Magazine."
"Oh, yes?" the perky blonde said, with a trace of edginess in her voice.
"Yes," Reba responded quickly. "I've promised to show him around to see how we operate ... and to prove that we're not one of those clandestine brothels you're always reading about in the papers."
Judy giggled, even though to Todd's trained ear she sounded nervous, and turned to the reporter, her face slightly crimson.
"Oh, Mr. Getz, I find it hard to imagine ... that such places even exist," she dimpled.
Todd was completely taken with the pretty, angelic girl who seemed so embarrassed at the implication that she worked in a whorehouse.
"Don't worry," he said, casting a knowing wink at Reba, "I don't think you have anything to be nervous about. In fact, I kind of like this place."
"Oh good," the youngster replied.
"Judy," Reba said, "why don't you prepare room seven and we'll give Mr. Getz an 'executive treatment'. On the house."
"Oh, that's all right," Todd protested. "I didn't really come for a massage."
"Nonsense," Reba replied. "Besides, you look a little tired to me. It'll perk up your body a bit."
The young reporter nearly laughed aloud at her teasing innuendo, but he understood clearly the good sense to her suggestion. He could leave completely refreshed, and they could stop somewhere ... and fuck again.
"Okay, whatever you say," he said, smiling.
"Fine," the statuesque woman replied. "Go ahead, Judy; and we'll join you in a moment."
"Right, Miss Hollister," the girl said, as she turned and moved quickly to the door, her buttocks jiggling sensually as she moved.
"Quite a kid," Todd said as she went out of the room.
"Quite," Reba said. "Seems to me you're attracted by our little teenage friend."
"Are you jealous?" he asked.
"No," she replied with a slight smile. "In fact, it seems to me that it would be nice if all three of us could play together sometime, don't you think? I mean three is a good number, and she's got an awfully cute body."
Todd could scarcely believe her words. This woman was pure TNT, there was no doubt about it. It seemed incredible to him that she would suggest a threesome with no resentment or anger. God knows Lynn would have had a hysterical fit if such a suggestion were made. But to Reba, apparently it was no more than a wild bit of fun ... and Todd was delighted.
"Maybe we should talk to her about it sometime," he said in a low voice, surprised to find himself making such a lewd suggestion.
"Maybe so," she said. "Right now, though, I want you all to myself. But who knows what fate will bring."
She rose from the desk and walked towards the door.
"Come on," she said. "I think the room should be ready."
Todd followed her, marveling at the change that was coming over him. Only yesterday he was bottled up, caged like a lion with no help in sight. Now, the deepest, most savagely erotic aspect of him was surging to the surface like a bomb, a part of him that he had always known existed but could not tap ... now, suddenly, he was in the grips of it, and resisted any attempt on the part of his conscience to limit this new found animal sexuality. He wanted more and more, and right now it looked like the sky was the limit!
Reba led the way into a spacious chamber on the first floor; the room was lined with soft purple velvet, and had a wide, plush couch in the center. Near one wall was a fully stocked bar. Soft, romantic music filled the air from hidden speakers, and there was a light fragrance of pine in the room.
"This is our Executive Room," Reba explained as they entered. "For our more wealthy clients who like their comfort."
"Quite a place," Todd said admiringly.
"Why don't you ... take your clothes off and lie down on the couch," she suggested.
"Sure," he said with a smile. "You know, I think I'm going to enjoy this."
He stripped quickly and lay nakedly on the couch as Reba handed him a glass of scotch.
"Here, drink this and relax," she said. "I have to go to the other room for just a minute to change into a uniform...."
"Hey," he protested, "you don't have to change into anything...."
"Please," she replied, "I want to let you see for yourself how we do things. Now just lay back and enjoy yourself."
"Okay," he said finally.
She leaned down and kissed him, then turned and slipped through the velvet drapes into an antechamber.
Todd lay back, enjoying the silky texture of the couch on his naked skin. He took a deep swallow of scotch, and let his powerfully built body revel in the luxurious surroundings. His brain melted softly under the influence of his potent drink, and the mellow music floating about his ears made him drift lazily into reverie.
Man this is really living! he thought to himself. I must be doing something right.
He closed his eyes as the soft orchestral sounds lulled him into a pleasant euphoric state.
Meanwhile, in the small antechamber next door, Reba, who had slipped quickly into a tight white uniform, was whispering to Judy while she adjusted a small camera.
"Now listen," she was saying, "when I get the film loaded, you slip this automatic camera into the notch in the wall. That way we'll be able to film what goes on without that poor stud knowing what's going on. As far as he is concerned all this is on the up and up, but just in case he starts to smell anything fishy I want to have these photos so we can keep him quiet.
Remember, when you come in, don't give away anything. Whatever happens is a surprise to you, and then let me do the talking. When the time comes though, give this guy the A-one treatment. Know what I mean?"
"Exactly," the blonde replied knowingly. "Besides, it'll be easy with him. He's some hunk of man!"
"Isn't he though? I wish all our customers were that good-looking!"
The tall brunette handed the camera to Judy, then slipped out the door and through the velvet to the softly-lit chamber.
"Well, now ... ready for the massage?" she said to the nakedly reclining reporter.
"Any time you are," Todd replied sleepily, then sat up slightly and opened his eyes. When he caught sight of Reba in her clinging uniform he gasped in disbelief. She looked like a Greek goddess ... statuesque and ravishing! His long, thick penis jerked once and slithered to life as he saw her.
"Say," she remarked as she noticed his rapidly awakening penis, "you'd better relax or I'll think you're trying to get me into jail! Remember, this is a massage parlor ... It's o.k. for us to horse around in your office, my car, or a bar ... but not here!"
She laughed merrily and Todd lay back feeling better than he had in years.
"Just roll over on your stomach and I'll begin ... Judy should be here soon, and she'll be working on you too...."
"Whatever you say," he murmured, placing his drink on the floor and rolling over.
With a quick approving glance at his stretched, muscular body, Reba began massaging his back and shoulders with sensuous, expert strokes. Todd sank deep into a blissful state as she kneaded his body; he tingled from head to foot as her cool fingers artfully probed at every muscle and ridge of hard flesh. Soon he heard a rustle of drapes.
"Sorry, I'm late."
It was the blonde girl, Judy; he remembered her voice. Soon the nubile teenager's soft, feminine hands began to massage his legs and feet, while Reba continued to stroke his back. The young husband felt like the king of the world, knowing he was being given the massage of his life by two well-stacked, gorgeous females. He exulted inwardly and his body grew warm and pleasant.
Slowly he could feel Judy's gentle hands, kneading gently up his legs ... slowly ... slowly ... coming nearer and nearer to his crotch area ... and, as she did, he ' found himself almost wishing the place were a whorehouse. Christ, it felt so damn good! But Judy moved away, somewhat teasingly, back down towards his calves.
Todd was relaxing, trying to resist the sudden surge of lewd thoughts, when Reba began to rub his lower back, ending down towards his buttocks. Then, her hands began to knead and grip the hard, muscled flesh of his ass cheeks, working on them in such a slow, sensuous way, that despite himself, the young reporter felt his already impatient genitals begin to grow hot with expectation. Judy was rubbing his feet so slowly and sensually that the combination was arousing him despite his resistance. No matter how he tried remaining calm, his long thick cock had grown as hard as a rock and his sperm-churning balls were throbbing eagerly. The two women increased their activity, rubbing their warm, expert hands over every part of his body ... except for the anal crack and his penis. Then, in one electric moment, he felt, or thought he felt, a finger delicately trace the cleft of his buttocks. His prick jerked electrifyingly along its long length swollen with passion.
"Why don't you turn over now, Mr. Getz," Reba said professionally.
Todd was somewhat embarrassed, as he didn't want to expose his erection to the young and seemingly innocent Judy, yet there was nothing he could do. With an embarrassed smile, he turned over on his back, revealing to both females his huge, quiveringly erect penis, standing proudly like the mast of a ship.
"Oh, Miss Hollister," Judy said, pretending dismay and gasping as she drew back from the massage couch.
"Don't be alarmed, Judy," Reba said assuringly. "It happens sometimes. And Mr. Getz, you mustn't feel embarrassed at all ... it's perfectly natural...."
"Oh, I know it's all right, Miss Hollister the cuddlesome little blonde said. "It isn't that I'm upset ... not really
'upset' ... but ... oh...." She squirmed uncomfortably.
"Well, then, what is it, child?" Reba demanded, looking puzzled.
"Well ... you know!" the girl said, staring with big rounded eyes at Todd, who was equally dumbfounded by her strange behavior.
Reba sighed in exasperation. "Tell us." She looked at Todd and rolled her eyes as if to say, "This younger generation...."
Judy actually blushed, then stammered. "Well, you know what you always told us. If we start feeling excited ... aroused ... by a client, we should leave the room and get someone else to do the massage."
The tall brunette stared at her proudly, then turned and nodded to Todd. It was obvious that the older woman was having a hard time keeping a straight face with this not very bright young blonde. She turned her head away from the abashed little masseuse and winked conspiratorially at the reporter. "Look, Judy. We ... ah ... don't usually make exceptions, but if you leave, who's going to give him the massage? Under the house rules, I'm supposed to leave, too ... because that big beautiful thing sticking up there excites the hell out of me, also."
"Really, Miss Hollister? Honest?"
"Why not! It is nice, isn't it?" Reba pursed her lips for a second and then seemed to reach a decision. "Hell," she said, "I've already broken rules all over the place today. One more won't make any difference." She reached out and entwined her fingers around Todd's wildly throbbing cock. "Ummmmm. It's so nice ... and so-ooo hard!"
Todd felt a jolt of excitement arc through his loins at the warm touch of her hand against his heatedly aroused penis. A second ripple of excitement surged through him at Reba's next words.
"It is the hardest I think I've ever felt," she said thoughtfully, her head cocked to one side as if evaluating the statement. "Would you like to feel it, Judy, dear?"
"Oh, please! Could I, Miss Hollister?" She moved forward in eagerness, then drew back as if suddenly frightened. "But ... but what about Mr. Getz? Maybe he ... doesn't want me to...."
The young reporter was dumbstruck by the girl's reaction, and he wanted to laugh out loud.
"That's all right, Judy," he said. "Go ahead if you'd like to; it won't bother me a bit."
"And I don't mind," Reba said. "In fact ... well...."
She glanced at Todd with a delightfully sly smile on her lips....
"I mean ... since we're all here ... and if Mr. Getz doesn't mind ... why don't we all enjoy ourselves a little bit ... if you know what I mean."
Todd knew at once what Reba was implying, and his groin abruptly was boiling with excitement. Christ, if the three of them could fuck together, what a fantastic thing that would be. The journalist's eyes seemed to cloud over with a wicked, glinting excitement at the prospect.
Why not, he thought luridly, why the hell not?
"It's okay with me," he said. "Anything you want."
Reba moved to Judy and the two of them began whispering in hushed tones. From the embarrassed smile on the teenage blonde girl's face Todd guessed that Reba was making some suggestions as to how they spend the afternoon. After a moment or two, the two females began to slip out of their uniforms so that they wore only their lacy brassiere and panties; the young husband was staggered by what he beheld! A petite, platinum-haired beauty and a tall, voluptuous brunette side by side; two perfect, desirable females with enough curving, supple flesh to satisfy a dozen men, yet here they were about to devote all of their ample talents to pleasing him! His heatedly pulsating penis pounded with exhilaration, and his entire body throbbed with a hungry desire! He took another swallow of his drink as the two women, faces wreathed with smiles, approached him.
"We've decided," Reba said softly, "that we three might indulge ourselves a little ... that is if you consider it strictly off the record ... you understand what I mean. Surely, you're not stupid enough to think I ... or Judy and I ... would ever do this with someone we weren't interested in. Understand?"
"Completely," the eager young man replied, blinded by his passion.
"Fine," the tall brunette said.
As the romantic orchestral music continued to fill the room with lulling, erotic sounds the statuesque masseuse nodded to Judy, and they both began to divest themselves of their silky lingerie in time to the music.
Jesus, it's like they were two professional strippers, he thought salaciously, his hot eyes riveted to the torrid scene.
Slowly Judy and Reba unhooked their brassieres and dropped them teasingly to the floor. Judy's globular young breasts quivered as she moved, the intimate light creating creamy shadows on her shimmering orbs and tautly rounded little belly. Reba's skin was more tawny and golden, and her haughty breasts thrust out nakedly like warm glowing spheres, their reddish tips swollen with eager delight. Judy cupped her full ripe mounds, obscenely squeezing them and lightly tweaking her tender nipples as she gazed at the naked reporter.
"Oh, it feels so nice to be out of the uniform," she sighed.
Then Reba began to wriggle out of her bikini panties, revealing her fully rounded hips inch by tantalizing inch to Todd's lust-ridden eyes. Unconsciously the reporter began to stroke his hotly aroused penis; waves of delight rushed to every part of his body as Judy also began sliding her nylon panties down the white, slender columns of her thighs and legs, undulating her lush young body to the music. Finally both women stood totally naked before him, a vision of pure joy; it was all the young reporter could do to keep from ejaculating right then and there from the unbelievable sight.
"Now, just lay back and let us do the work," Reba said huskily as they approached him, smiling in anticipation.
Happily, the reporter sank back into the utter luxury of the couch. Without warning, Reba grasped the pulsating stalk of his thick penis standing proudly erect from the dark bush of his pubic hair, and began to squeeze it as she had done before, while she blew wisps of air over its hotly throbbing tip. Then, climbing up on the couch with him, she straddled her legs on either side of his hips, so that she was kneeling directly in front of his crotch, her hands working expertly over every inch of his lust-bloated, hairy balls and powerfully erect manhood.
The lush young blonde nakedly approached also, although seemingly with a slight air of timidity.
"It's all right, Judy," Reba remarked. "Mr. Getz is happy to have you join us ... just do whatever he wants...."
Judy smiled at Todd, looking like a little girl at a circus.
Todd had to contain himself from crying out with sheer delight. This blonde, curvaceous beauty was placing herself at his disposal, and pornographic fantasies flooded his brain. His eyes were riveted to the golden, softly curling bush of her vaginal triangle and he became possessed by the desire to plunge his mouth and tongue into that delicious, fleshy hole and suck it ... this was something inconceivable with his wife ... yet it was something he had dreamed about, yearned for months! He wanted to devour her succulent young cunt like a savage barbarian! He wanted to taste that soft, buttery pussy flesh, and he wanted it now! His eyes darkened as a hungry glint came to them.
"Why don't you climb up here on the couch," he suggested lewdly, "and let me lick that sweet pussy of yours?"
Judy squealed with delight and clambered quickly onto the silken couch, straddling her legs on either side of Todd's neck. Her tight little cunt-all pink and glistening-was directly over the naked reporter's face, and Todd could smell the delicate, pungent female essence that drifted from her vagina like a warm aphrodisical perfume. He was overpowered by it, and in that moment he became transformed from a hard-working, earnest young writer into a dangerously aroused carnivorous animal! He gripped her soft, flaring hips with his trembling hands and pulled her succulent young pussy onto his face, as his tongue licked outwards and began to explore the sparse, golden nest of hair that concealed the blushing, warmly moist slit within.
Reba, meanwhile, had fully aroused his long hard cock and had positioned her impatiently quivering vagina directly above the tip of his rigid spear. Slowly she lowered herself to that the lust-bloated crown of his penis just touched the fleshy outer lips of her cuntal entrance; teasingly, she rubbed her hot pussy flesh over his sensitive, pulsing cockhead as Todd writhed appreciatively beneath, his loins burning as they pushed eagerly upward with excitement. Then, bit by bit, savoring each wildly erotic moment, Reba slowly lowered herself down onto Todd's rock-hard shaft, reveling as her wetly clasping pussy became filled completely by his swollen flesh.
Todd abandoned himself to the moistly trembling cuntal flesh hovering just about his mouth. He began licking and sucking it, and his mouth and tongue made obscene slurping sounds that seemed to fill the intimate chamber; his hands slid around Judy's softly warm ass-cheeks to cup the young girl's buttocks and pull her loins tighter against his questing face. Slipping his fingers into the hot crevice between her buttocks, he forced her steaming crotch even wider apart to make it easier for his salacious mouth fucking her quivering little pussy. Then his wet long tongue lapped upward, slowly and insinuatingly, to locate the pulsating button of her tiny erect clitoris.
The naked blonde girl whined in ecstasy at the contact, and cried out, grasping at his reddish-curly hair as he took the small trembling bud between his teeth and nipped it, while he ran the tip of his tongue across and around its gleaming tip in continuing teasing motions that almost drove her insane.
Judy's head flailed from side to side in wild abandonment as she drove her wildly trembling cunt down onto his sucking mouth.
"Ooooohhhh...." she moaned, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Meanwhile, Reba was sliding sensuously up and down Todd's massively thick cock, her cuntal walls clasping hungrily around the bloated cockflesh, squeezing it with expert muscular coordination; Todd groaned wildly as she did, and his savage lust increased by leaps and bounds. He raised his knees and jutted his pelvis upwards so that he could fuck her more easily in his relaxed position; he shoved his heatedly throbbing pole harshly into Reba's cunt as the statuesque brunette screwed herself eagerly down onto his long turgid instrument, clenching her vaginal muscles tightly around the reporter's upward thrusting hardness.
"Oh, fuck me," she screamed deliriously, "fuck me good lover ... FUCK ME GOOD!"
Her obscene cries drove Todd further into his frenzied erotic state. He was charged with incredible strength, like a warrior chieftan! A satyr. A God! He was tongue-fucking Judy faster and faster now, sliding his hot, wet probe deep into her dilated, clasping vagina, tasting her lubrication juices and finding them as sweet as nectar. His face was wet and he could feel against his lips and cheeks the velvety softness of her puffy, hair-lined furrow. He kneaded and squeezed her supple white ass cheeks spasmodically, his fingers digging into the pliant flesh as his face churned deliriously in her wantonly writhing pussy. This, combined with the wild sensations his wetly fucking cock was experiencing simultaneously with Reba, drove him nearly mad with pleasure. Everywhere, it seemed, there was supple, hotly perfumed female flesh ... breasts and asses ... cunts and lips ... all combined for the sole purpose of delighting the adulterous husband. This was far and away the finest sexual moment of his life! His virile young body shook with raging lust and his blood raced hotly, feverishly through his veins! He was drenched in wetness, a torrid combination of male sweat and female sexual juices!
"MMMMNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH...." he groaned, with deep animal sounds, as his long, wetly quivering tongue scoured the young blonde's pussy.
"OH, YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY CUNT!" Reba screamed from her lewd position squatting over Todd's powerfully thrusting penis. Her loins burned with ecstatic fire and she encouraged the young reporter to fuck her as hard as he could, yearning for the stinging, burning sensations that only a brutal fucking could provide her with. "FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!"
At her torrid urging, Todd slammed his rock-hard cock upwards into her cringing pussy-flesh with a new found strength. He was raping her as hard and cruelly as he could, as she ground her wetly churning cunt down onto his thick, massively heated hardness. Her body shook with ecstasy as she felt sharp stings of pain from the brutally slamming prick ripple upwards into her ravaged, yet masochistically thrilled pussy.
Inwardly, Reba gloated at her triumph. She knew that while the three of them were flailing wildly in a seemingly spontaneous orgy, an automatic camera was clicking away from its hidden position in the walls.
So this young man thinks he's got it all figured out, does he? she mused wickedly. Well, he's going to be in for quite a surprise!
The tall brunette chuckled to herself, for she especially enjoyed getting the best of a male, proving herself equally as adept in business and pleasure with the best of them.
With renewed determination, she impaled herself harshly on Todd's knifing cock, screaming in pleasure....
* * *
At the same time, in an upstairs chamber, Lynn stood shamefacedly before Freddy and handed over the fifteen hundred dollars she had taken from the bank. Her body trembled from head to foot and she was on the verge of tears.
"Take it," she said, "and let me go home."
Freddy took the wad of bills and stuffed it into his tight pants.
"Thanks," he said, now you're free to go ... if you want to."
"If I want to?" Lynn shot back in disbelief. "I don't want to spend another minute in this place, ever!"
"I can understand how you feel," he replied, in a surprisingly warm, sincere tone. "After all I was pretty harsh with you yesterday ... but I was afraid that you wouldn't come back ... and I would have gotten fired if I hadn't gotten the money ... you can understand that, can't you?"
Lynn found herself becoming confused by his words. Only minutes before she had hated herself for coming to the parlor, and she loathed Freddy for his cruel behavior. But now, the handsome, slender young man seemed so friendly that she was almost tempted to believe him.
No, her conscience warned, he's only trying to fool me again! He's wicked and corrupt!
"I've got to go," she said quickly, turning towards the door.
"If you want to ... I certainly can't stop you," he said. "But I was hoping you wouldn't hold anything against me because ... the truth is Lynn ... forgive me for not calling you Mrs. Getz ... but you see I've ... I've never felt like this with anyone before ... and I was hoping we might be able to talk to each other ... you know, like friends ... just once more before you went away...."
"Do you expect me to believe that?" Lynn said, aghast. "After what you did and said yesterday?"
"It was harsh ... but I was feeling low yesterday because they told me to get the money ... and I'm so sorry...." he said, hanging his head like a sheepish little boy. "But I've been so lonely all my life ... and when you came along, it was like a ray of sunshine to me ... you know ... what I did that first day was done spontaneously-out of my heart! I'd never felt like doing that to a girl before. But with you it was like I was paying homage to you. He turned his head away as if unable to face her any longer. "I'm not sorry for kissing and sucking you there; I'll remember it all my life. It can't happen ever again, I know. After all, you're a married woman ... and I'm just an unlucky single guy ... you're perfectly right for hating me."
Strangely, the young housewife was touched by his words. He looked so apologetic and sincere that she found herself wanting to help him.
"Oh, Freddy," she said softly, "I'm sorry ... I had hoped things would work out otherwise too ... but...."
"That's all right," he said, gazing at her with longing. "I'll get by somehow ... maybe I'll meet a girl as beautiful as you are, and I'll be able to straighten myself out...."
"Freddy," she whispered, moved nearly to tears by his manner. "Oh, Freddy...."
As if driven from within, she found herself walking towards the young man, yearning to kiss his sad, troubled face for the last time and ease his mind. He looked up at her, smiling warmly, with a hint of melancholy behind his eyes.
"You'd better go now," he said, "or I just might...."
A long, simmering silence hung about the room as Lynn gazed at him trying to ascertain his sincerity. Then, suddenly, the young housewife moaned and reached out her arms to tenderly take the half-naked young man into a warm embrace. Freddy returned her sudden ardor with expertly feigned delight.
"Oh Lynn, Lynn...." he whispered. "Let's make each other happy for one last time ... please...."
"Oh," she replied, feeling faint and weakknead from his masculine closeness, "we can't ... we mustn't ... Oh, Freddy Freddy ... Freddy!"
* * *
In the room on the floor below, meanwhile, the debauched trio were growing nearer to a volcanic climax. Reba was grinding her boiling cunt wildly down onto Todd's fiercely bucking cock, as the young husband drove his wet, hungry tongue deeply into Judy's rotating little pussy.
"ANNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" the blonde teenager shrieked, pressing her heatedly pulsating cunt even more harshly down onto Todd's voraciously sucking, licking mouth. Her body trembled with roaring flashes of incredible pleasure, and her warm vaginal walls were quaking in feverish passion. She knew her orgasm was not far off, and she gripped Todd's curly hair more tightly, bracing herself for the coming explosion.
"AAAEEEE!" Reba groaned aloud, as Todd drove his long thrusting cock so deeply that she felt as if a red-hot poker was about to burst through the sensitive walls of her womb. Searing flashes of agonizing pain were mixed with ecstatic gushes of radiant delight. Her skin sizzled with heat, and her mouth was wide open in rapture.
Writhing in complete, erotic abandon beneath the two hot, wantonly twisting females, Todd sensed that he was nearing his own moment of release. His painfully swollen balls filled with hot, thick sperm that began to rise upwards to the expanding tube of his penis as an unbelievable, wild excitement roared through him.
"UNNN ... UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH he moaned up into Judy's hot, tightly clasping pussy as the moment grew nearer and nearer. Then, suddenly, he arched his body, driving his wildly thundering cock cruelly into Reba's hungry vaginal sheath, and in that moment a thick gush of rolling hot cum burst through the dilated opening at the tip of his bloated cock and surged up into the groaning brunette's frantically milking cunt like a foaming fountain.
At the same time, Reba's undulating vaginal walls secreted their female essence in a sudden, excruciating climax.
"I'm CCUUMMINNGGG!" she screamed. "I'M CCUUMMMIINNNGGG!"
"YEEEEESSSSS! YEEEEESSSS! CHRIST!" Judy cried out, as her own hot juices cascaded down her wetly quivering cuntal sheath and spread like a vapor across Todd's greedily sucking lips and tongue.
The unholy threesome writhed and twisted in the throes of stupendous climax. The room was filled with their shrieks and moans, and all three drained their passion to the very dregs, savoring each extraordinary thrill. Wet bodies flailed in delight, each one thrashing and arching to enjoy as fully as possible the ecstasy and brutal pleasure they relished.
Finally, in perfect response, each of them reached the apex of their passion and slowly began to relax. They became conscious once more of the music filling the room as their abandoned cries gave way to a satiated silence, and finally it was over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Reba and Todd sat on a low, silken couch of the elegant chamber, languidly recovering from the orgy. They were both still naked, and sipped slowly on strong, dry martinis that the tall brunette had mixed shortly after the cuddlesome Judy departed to keep appointments with customers. Todd felt completely relaxed for what seemed the first time in months, although his brain was heavily clouded with alcohol; Reba sat beside him sipping her drink and running her fingers through the thick reddish hair on his muscular chest.
"Mmmm...." she sighed, "You have such a nice body."
Todd leaned over and kissed her full, sensual lips.
"Thanks, babe," he replied.
"I have some work I should get to, by the way," she continued. "So I'm going to leave you for a few minutes. Why don't you just have a few more drinks until I'm back?"
"I think I might," he said, his voice slurred from too much alcohol. "Thought I might have a look around the place, too ... see what the rest of the rooms look like...."
At his words, Reba tensed somewhat. There was no telling what he might see if he wandered freely through the halls, and she was disturbed that her carefully planned deception might blow up in her face. Still, she did have the photos of the orgy, so even if he did find out what was really going on, she had enough blackmail material to keep him good and quiet. And she had told Wendy to warn the others to be careful just in case.
"If you like," she said after reflection, "but be very careful: you know some of our customers don't like to be disturbed. They get very shy...."
"Oh sure ... sure," he said, "I'll be quiet as a mouse...."
"Fine."
The statuesque female rose and slipped on her uniform quickly.
"I'll be back shortly ... meanwhile enjoy yourself, all right?" she said, walking to the door.
"Right!" he replied with a wink. "See you later."
She blew him a kiss, then slipped through the door into the corridor.
Christ, she thought, he's getting drunk as a lord. Too drunk to move, probably.
Inwardly she congratulated herself for her cleverness in outwitting him, for she knew his mind was a lot keener than most men. She credited much of her success to good timing, the fact that she had met him at what was apparently a crisis-point in his marriage.
Otherwise he might not have been such a willing victim to her seductive charms.
She walked briskly to the reception room.
Inside the chamber, Todd lurched drunkenly about the room trying to gather his clothes. He had decided to have a stroll around the halls, but his lack of coordination, as a result of too many drinks and an exhausting sexual spree, was giving him difficulty. Finding his pants, he struggled to get them on, but ultimately decided to forego the shirt and socks as that was more than he could manage. Taking a last deep swallow of his martini he stumbled to the door and went out into the hall, blinking from the brighter light from the overhead chandeliers. The corridor was empty; turning to his left, he noticed the winding stairway to the second floor and decided to see what was up there. His vision was fogged, forcing him to edge along the wall for support and direction. He climbed the stairs slowly, forcing back a dizzy feeling, until he reached the top. There he stopped to get his bearings.
The second-floor corridor was shorter than the first with only three doors. He could see, through his haziness, that the door to the room at the end of the hall was slightly ajar, and he could hear vague human sounds coming from within. At first, he thought he should avoid the room, remembering Reba's warning about bothering customers, but in his drunken state he became fascinated and quite curious to see what was happening there. Chuckling slyly to himself, he began to tiptoe toward the door.
As he grew closer he began to barely make out the voices ... apparently it was a man and a woman ... and soon he could hear the male voice saying...."Go on ... do it! Now!" Then the female: "Please ... oh no, please Freddy...."
What the hell's going on in there, he thought, sobering up slightly. That doesn't sound like a goddamn massage to me!
For the first time in the last twenty-four hours he began to wonder if he hadn't been right all along about the massage studio's activities. Reba had been so persuasive and provocative that he hadn't much thought about it, assuming it was on the up and up. His sexual debauchery had been so profoundly exciting that it took first place in his thoughts; but now, as he drew closer and closer to the slightly open door, another aspect of the entire situation began to manifest itself. What if Reba had been playing him along hoping to kill the story? What if the whole thing had been a put-up job, even Judy's "spontaneous" participation in the volcanic orgy? The thought staggered him, yet he struggled to put it out of his mind. He was too drunk to think clearly, and the possibility suddenly loomed with such conviction that he was afraid to confront it directly in his unbalanced state.
"OOOOHHHHH...." the male voice cried out, "that feels so goooodddd! Suck it! SUCK IT!"
Despite Reba's warning, his curiosity had the best of him now and he had to investigate, not only to see what was going on, but to learn beyond doubt whether or not the provocative brunette had been playing him for a sucker. He listened intently to hear if anyone was coming up the stairs, but all he heard were voices below, apparently a customer going with Judy into one of the chambers. Then there was silence.
Stealthily, he peered around through the crack in the door. He could dimly see two figures, a man and a woman, both completely naked. The man was sprawled on the couch and the woman was hunched over his genitals.
My God, she's sucking his cock! he realized. In that moment he knew that what happened to him minutes before was no "lucky" incident, it happened to everybody here! His editor was right! This place was nothing more than a swank whorehouse! He trembled slightly, realizing how blind he had been to be fooled so easily; he had always prided himself on his sharp eye and sense of judgement.
I guess I've just been a sucker, he thought bitterly. That Hollister woman just reeled me in hook, line and sinker and I came swimmin' right to it ... Christ!
Turning his attention back to the lurid scene taking place in the room, he tried to make out the features of the two people more clearly, but the door wasn't open far enough to permit a clearer view. He saw that the room was hung with heavy velvet just as the other room had been, so he decided to slip inside when the coast was clear, conceal himself in the drapes, and get a better look. At that moment, the man on the couch gripped the light-brown hair of the woman who was sucking at his massively swollen cock and shoved her face forward so that she had to take the long thick penis all the way into her already stretched mouth. Todd cringed at the sight, pitying the poor girl for having to submit to such treatment. The naked man, closing his eyes in delight, groaned deeply with passion and, seeing his chance, the young reporter slipped inside without either of the two people being aware of his entry. In seconds he was well hidden in the bulky folds of the velvet and peeking through a separation between the drapes.
What he saw made him nearly cry out in horrified shock! Even after he was sure of the identity, he didn't believe it! This had to be a nightmare! The humiliated woman sucking so feverishly on the nude young man's cock was his own wife! Lynn! Todd shook his head and blinked his eyes; the salacious scene did not disappear. It seemed a complete impossibility that she could be at the studio, yet there she was, nakedly kneeling and sucking with gusto, there was no doubt about it! Not only that, but she was performing an act that she had refused to even consider with her own husband! He was absolutely staggered by what he beheld, and his brain exploded with a numbing mixture of rage and disbelief! He withdrew within the folds of the velvet and leaned against the wall breathing heavily, trying to clear his alcohol and shock-befuddled mind.
It can't be true, he thought, that can't be Lynn! My god, what's happened to me? Have I gone insane?
But there was no denying what he clearly saw with his own eyes. Lynn was sucking the man's cock, and from the look of it she was even enjoying it! YET SHE HAD ALWAYS BEEN TERRIFIED OF SEX! The young husband bit his lip to keep from crying out angrily! With great control he held back a roaring, rising tide of galvanic anger. Perhaps, he reasoned desperately, there was some kind of explanation. Perhaps Lynn had inadvertently become a victim too. All these possibilities rose in his mind as he struggled to find some justification for the scene before his eyes. After a moment, he calmed down somewhat and decided to continue to watch the unfolding scene before he made his presence known! A premature exposure might create a scene so volatile that he might not be able to handle it in his stunned and somewhat drunken state. Quietly he opened the curtains just far enough to give him a clear view of the naked twosome.
Todd's perception that Lynn was enjoying her lewd act was accurate, for she was slavering over Freddy's massively hardened cock with a great deal of enthusiasm. Her wetly ovaled lips and mouth worked over every inch of the masseur's penis.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnn," she mewled happily on his fleshy tool.
She let her lips slide down the entire length of the sensitive underside of his cock so that she could take the hairy, sperm-swollen sac of his testicles into her hungry mouth. When Freddy had suggested that she suck his penis, only minutes before, she had been loathe to do so, despite the fact that he had once again orally brought her to orgasm and she felt a compulsion to return the favor. So she had knelt between his legs, once more caught in his strong sexual spell. The young housewife had never taken anyone's genitals into her mouth, not even her husband's, but Freddy had been insistent, in fact had almost forced her to do it.
At first she was repelled, but within moments her body began to respond with a return of the wild, animal excitement the like of which she had only begun to experience in the past two days; now she actually found herself enjoying the obscene act! Reveling in it! Her long slender fingers gripped Freddy's slim hips tightly as her lips and tongue licked hungrily at his cock and balls.
"That's it, chick," Freddy moaned, delighted that the demure housewife was becoming so wildly savage under his tutelage. "Now you've got the idea! UUUUUUUUUNNNNGGGGGH!"
Concealed behind the drapes, Todd clenched his fists in rage as he watched the young man shove his pelvis forward, burying his huge wetly glistening cock once again deeply into Lynn's eager young mouth. He wanted to punch the bastard in the face! Knock him from here to kingdom come for the way he was treating her! Yet, undeniably, there was a radical change in his wife. She appeared to be very different from the frail, cold creature she had become at home. As he watched, riveted, while she sucked Freddy's cock like a common slut, he found that he liked how she looked! Lynn was wild, uninhibited, hold! She had somehow completely released the vivacious, erotic part of her nature that Todd had always known existed but which he had been completely unable to help her unleash! Somehow, from whatever transpired between her and the young man on the couch, that needed metamorphosis had taken place! She was all woman now, the young reporter found his wild, unreasoning anger changing to fascination as his eyes glued themselves to his newly-passionate wife ... and then, with a sudden pounding of his heart, his emotions went from fascination to excitement. For as he stood concealed from sight, watching the bizarre scene, his genitals began to throb with a lusty new life; his long hearty penis stiffened as if struck with a jolt of lightning as he saw Lynn grip the man's hardened shaft with both hands and begin to suck on the crown wildly. Without thinking about it, Todd instinctively reached down and began to stroke his own excitedly pulsating flesh, his mind imagining that it was himself that Lynn was sucking off!
Freddy exulted as the lust-crazed young housewife worked her lips and mouth torridly over his blood-gorged cockhead. His loins were burning with passion, and he arched his body in ecstasy as she sucked him as though she had been doing this professionally all her life.
"YYYYEEEESSSS!" he cried out, "YYEEESSSS! Suck harder, I'm almost there ... AHHH!"
But at that moment there was a sudden intrusion.
"Freddy!"
It was Reba Hollister. She was so close, he could almost touch her. At her arrival Todd immediately pressed himself back against the wall scarcely breathing, while Lynn pulled her mouth away from Freddy's penis; her face was aflame with shame at being caught at her lurid act.
"It's all right, I didn't mean to interrupt," Reba said quickly, trying to allay the new customer's fear. "But I must speak to Freddy for just a moment."
Freddy rose, his cock still stiff and pulsing, and moved closely to Reba.
"What's up," he asked in hushed tones.
"You left the door open, you stupid son of a bitch!" she whispered. "I could hear you groaning all the way down the hall. There's a reporter downstairs, and if he gets wind of what's going on in here it could mean curtains for us all! Didn't Judy tell you he was coming?"
"No...."
"That dumb bitch probably forgot, she's so dizzy half the time. In any case, make sure the door is locked and, for Christ's sake, be careful!"
"It was stupid of me," he replied, "It won't happen again. But you see I was so eager ... now that our new customer has signed a contract ... I mean, she's a beauty, isn't she...."
Reba glanced at Lynn, who cowered by the couch, embarrassed and trembling. Reba was immediately attracted to the girl, who looked so fresh and unspoiled, as well as rather succulent as she knelt nakedly on the rug. The svelte businesswoman found herself somewhat excited by the pretty young thing, and despite her pressing concerns her tall, sleek body shivered with desire for the vulnerable, ravishing creature.
"Yes, she is lovely," she said to Freddy in a voice inaudible to the others.
"I thought you'd like her ... I know you like to swing both ways and then ... would you like to join us for a moment?"
"I really can't," she said, "much as I'd like to ... it's just that the reporter...."
"The hell with him, he'll be all right ... she's hot as hell, and once you get her going she'll do anything you ask! A big, big change from the iceberg she was two days ago, you can't believe how sweet that little cunt of hers tastes...."
For the moment Reba was torn between her common sense and her rising desire for the girl. Then Freddy went to Lynn and, giving her his hand, gently lifted her from the floor.
"This is Lynn, our newest customer...." he said, smiling slyly. "Lynn, this is Reba Hollister, one of our executives."
Shyly Lynn tried to smile, although inwardly she was mortified. She had suddenly been discovered by a stranger in the midst of the most debauched sexual moment of her life, and her mind became a stormy sea of anxiety. Ashamed, she avoided looking directly at the tall brunette.
"You don't have to be shy with me," Reba said, approaching the girl warmly. "I understand ... You're so beautiful, you know, quite beautiful ... and I'm so glad you chose the Finger Delight Salon...."
Lynn looked up and was struck by the dazzling warmth that seemed to radiate from Reba's eyes; there was infinite tenderness oddly mixed with sweet desire in them, and they struck a responsive chord immediately in Lynn. Like a little girl her fears vanished, and instead she smiled timidly at the voluptuous woman thinking she was a friend, a sister even ... dimly she even felt that there was a certain motherliness about the woman's attitude despite the fact that she was still in her late twenties-for Reba exuded a worldly-wise, compassionate expression that her own mother had lacked completely.
Sensing this, Reba tenderly reached out with one finger and gently lifted the young wife's chin. "You are so beautiful, my dear," she whispered. With a little cry, Lynn pushed her nakedly lush body against Reba's, clinging to her in a tight embrace, like a confused child who had suddenly found a friend.
From his hiding place in the velvet, Todd was staggered by his wife's totally strange behavior. He was sure that she wasn't in her right mind, otherwise she would never have behaved so irrationally! Surely whatever sexual shocks she had experienced, whatever had been taking place without his knowing it, had tipped her fragile mind towards madness!
Jesus, do something! his mind shrieked inwardly. But the dumbstruck young husband knew at the moment there was nothing he could do except wait! Wait for the right moment to reveal himself. Anything premature might be more than Lynn could handle! And so he waited ... and watched.
"Let's continue," Reba was saying, "shall we, my dears?"
Freddy said, "Please join us, Reba. Let's all three of us enjoy each other. What about it, Lynn?"
"Yes...." she said in a tiny voice, "Whatever you say...." The young wife was now trembling from a combination of heated desire and uncertainty.
"Good," Reba said. "Of course, I don't want to interrupt anything you and Freddy were into...."
"That's all right," the young masseur said as he began fondling his genitals to bring them back to a fully aroused state. "There's so much I've promised to teach Lynn about her own body ... perhaps you can help me...."
"Of course...." Reba replied, quickly slipping out of her uniform. "I haven't much time so we must be quick...." She moved rapidly before the nakedly bewildered young girl could have a chance to think about what was going to happen.
Gently she led Lynn to the couch, having her lie back.
"Relax, my dear," she said soothingly, as she gently pulled the young wife's legs wide apart. "Relax...."
Lynn closed her eyes, glad to be taken care of; her weary mind began to drift pleasantly and, as Reba opened her legs, she found her simmering passion, interrupted moments ago at the height of ecstasy, suddenly returning like a rolling ocean wave, carrying her quickly into a sensual, animal state of lust.
Reba bent down, positioning her elbows on either side of the ravishing girl's curving hips and lowered her face so that it hovered above the warm, musky vaginal mound. Flicking out her tongue, she expertly licked a path through the softly curling golden tendrils of sparse pubic hair until she found the soft, pinkly blushing cuntal cleft. She let her tongue trail lovingly up and down the quivering ridges that led to the vaginal opening, pausing to circle the budding clitoris. She began sucking on the little nub of flesh, and it hardened immediately.
"Oooooooooohhhhh!" Lynn moaned, writhing her body hotly upward as Reba's oral probe found just the right spot in the center of her clitoris and sucked it, sending trembling flashes of bliss throughout her ecstatic abdomen.
Todd found his own passion rising in seething torrents at the incredible sight. Only minutes ago, Reba had been fucking him on the floor below, and now she was gluttonously sucking on his wife's pussy! In a fever of lust, he reached down once again to tightly grasp his own rock-hard penis and began pumping on it roughly as he watched Reba devouring the succulent pink meat of Lynn's naked cunt.
Freddy, too, was not unaffected by the sight of one voluptuous woman eagerly tongue-fucking the pussy of another, equally delectable. His genitals pounded like a hammer, his thick cock shot even more erect, and his large, dangling balls tightened in hot anticipation. He strode quickly to the couch and climbed onto it, kneeling so that he straddled Lynn's neck, and gripped his bloated cock in his hand.
"Now, finish what you started," he said, placing the blood-engorged tip of his huge cock on her wetly-parted lips. "Suck it!"
Obediently, Lynn opened her mouth and allowed Freddy to bury his massively heated stalk deeply into it. At once, the eager delight she had felt earlier when she sucked him returned, and she clasped her lips and mouth lovingly around his hardened flesh. The combination of her cunt being so fhrillingly licked by Reba and Freddy's deliciously hot cock in her mouth drove Lynn mad with lewd delight; she abandoned herself totally to a swirling whirlpool of sexuality, twisting and writhing her voluptuous young body, shoving her suddenly savage cunt eagerly up against Reba's warm willing mouth, and hotly sucking Freddy's long thick penis, devouring its length hungrily.
Reba stiffened her tongue and drove it deeply into the shamelessly aroused young wife's tight cuntal sheath, widening it, stretching the trembling slit to its fullest, making Lynn's loins surge with pleasure. The svelte brunette's magic tongue rotated wildly, far up deep inside the young girl's sensually clasping sheath.
This is my extra reward for the day, Reba thought devilishly, my prize for having subdued that reporter!
Remembering that her time was limited, she redoubled her tongue-fucking, so that she could return downstairs before the journalist sobered up enough to cause trouble. She drove her hot tongue into Lynn's throbbing wet cunt, as her own nakedly quivering body tingled with delight, still warmly aroused from her orgy with Todd and Judy.
Behind the drapes, Todd's hand tightly gripped his heatedly throbbing penis and jerked it up and down, aroused to a point of savage madness by the obscene sight. His own animal passions were still seethingly dominant, and in the turbulent rush of passion, they took hold of him with the force of a hurricane! HE WAS WITNESSING A PORNOGRAPHIC SIGHT THAT WAS BEYOND IMAGINING! HIS OWN WIFE WAS BEING SCREWED IN THE PUSSY AND IN THE MOUTH BY AN AMORAL YOUNG MAN AND AN UNSCRUPULOUS FEMALE! HIS MIND ROCKED WITH TORRID EXCITEMENT! RAGE ... FOUL AND LURID BEYOND WORDS ... AND HE WAS LOST IN IT!
Sweat broke out on his forehead as he continued to pump madly on his painfully throbbing prick! His body was burning and his eyes were glazed!
In the dimly lit chamber, Freddy was plunging his long, wetly glistening cock in and out of Lynn's warmly sucking mouth with increasing force. His hands gripped the silky upholstery tightly, so that he could swing his muscular hips with perfect precision; beads of gleaming sweat dappled his lithe, wiry body as he knelt over the lust-crazed young wife who slavered hungrily over his driving shaft. Behind him, he knew, his luscious boss was grinding her eager mouth into this woman's tender-fleshed pussy, and this lewd thought intensified his passion.
"SUCK MY COCK! SUCK IT GOOD BECAUSE I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH! I'M GOING TO SHOOT MY HOT CUM RIGHT DOWN YOUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING THROAT!" he cried exultantly.
Lynn nearly gagged as Freddy rammed his hot pulsating hardness deeply into her mouth where it touched the back of her throat, and masochistically, she abandoned herself completely to the heated long cock. Like a child with a delicious candy cane, she worked her tongue and lips all over the swollen tube, taking it in her mouth until her glistening lips pressed against the bristling pubic hairs at the wide base. On each of his withdrawal strokes, she let her teeth graze lightly over the raised veins and sensitive flesh, causing Freddy to bellow with pleasure. She sucked at the tip of the rubbery head as if to coax his hot semen to come forth, then relaxed her tightly compressed lips as he plunged forward again, as if she wanted to devour the entire organ.
For a brief moment, her mind flooded with alarm, as the face of her parents ... her childhood home ... and her husband ... flashed across her mind unexpectedly, but this momentary guilt was soon swept away on the spectacular surge of bliss that suddenly rushed through her body. Her vaginal walls, undulating and steaming in response to Reba's expert tongue-fucking, began to vibrate and secrete shimmering juices ... extraordinary thrills rippled through her, and she felt as if she was on a roller-coaster ride in heaven, soaring through space ... she was cumming! SHE WAS CUMMING!
As Lynn began to writhe wildly in the grips of her coming orgasm, Freddy felt his sperm-bloated balls, slapping wetly against Lynn's chin and throat, were ready to shoot forth their scalding load of gism. Gripping the couch as tightly as he could, he threw back his head in triumph as the searing flash of release burst through his loins! He plunged his wildly jerking cock deeply into Lynn's mouth as the first wave of rolling cum gushed through the tubes leading to his cock-head. He could hear the thrashing housewife gulping hungrily, as the heatedly thick semen rushed down her throat in spurting waves. "TAKE IT ALL!" he shouted. "SUCK ME DRY!"
Reba Hollister pressed her face deeply into the young wife's flowering pussy, her tongue and lips coated with the warm, glistening sheen that had cascaded out from Lynn's pulsing vaginal walls. Her own body trembled with vibrant pleasure, and her cunt was drenched with feminine essence, pouring forth in sympathetic climax. Groaning with ecstasy, she buried her tongue one last time into the sweet, fragrant pussy, reveling in the buttery delight of that fleshy sheath.
Pressed against the wall, behind the drapes, Todd clenched his teeth to suppress a violent groan as he, too, reached his moment of release! His body was racked with hot convulsions as his cum-filled penis suddenly shot its thick, scalding load of white sperm arching upwards through the air where it splattered noiselessly on the expensive purple drapes and carpet.
On the couch, Freddy continued to yelp with pleasure. "Take it all ... take all of my cum...." he shouted, his eyes bulging wildly in the throes of a stupendous climax. "llUUUNNNNGGGHHHH! UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
Lynn drained him dry, sucking him feverishly and swallowing his hot seed with complete abandon. Her body was burning with intense, turbulent passion and her cunt throbbed like a savage jungle drum. She wanted it to go on forever! Forever!
Soon, however, Freddy was empty of his semen, and he quickly withdrew his deflating cock. Reba also had reached the apex of her excitement and, as she felt the lusty fires begin to dim, she pulled away from Lynn's warmly perfumed pussy, leaving the naked young housewife alone on the couch. Quickly, Reba began to slip on her uniform.
"I've got to go ... I've already been here too long," she said as she zipped the tight, white garment up the front.
From his hiding place, Todd quickly placed his rapidly softening cock back in his trousers, zipped up his fly, and took a deep breath. This, he knew, was the moment he had been waiting for.
"Freddy," Reba said, "I want to see you when you're finished with Miss ... Miss...."
"Getz. Her name is Mrs. Lynn Getz!" Todd said, throwing aside the drapes.
Startled, Reba, Freddy, and Lynn all spun suddenly to see who the sudden intruder was.
"And she's my wife!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Todd!" Reba exclaimed when she saw the journalist, "What are you doing here? I asked you not to interrupt our sessions!"
"Didn't you hear me, sweetheart?" he replied flippantly, "I said that's my wife!"
Reb's face became pale as a sheet.
"What are you talking about?" she asked incredulously.
All eyes turned to the frightened, nakedly trembling young woman on the couch.
"Oh, Todd," she whispered, her eyes abruptly filling with hot tears, "I'm so ashamed. I'm so ashamed."
Reba's eyes widened and her mouth grew taut as she realized what had happened.
"But ... but, that's impossible," she stammered. She turned and-glared at the young masseur who had retreated anxiously towards the wall. "Why didn't you tell me?" she hissed. "You're responsible for this! I'll have you fired!"
"I didn't know, Miss Hollister, believe me," he said. "She was just another customer ... that's all...."
"Well, it's an outrage...." she replied.
Turning to Todd, the tall female tried turning on the charm. "Believe me, Todd, I had no idea ... We've had trouble with Freddy before ... you see...."
"Cool it, Reba," the reporter snapped, "it's all over. I've been here for fifteen minutes. I saw everything. You had me pretty fooled up until now, but not anymore!"
Suddenly Lynn bolted from the couch and ran to her husband.
"Oh darling," she sobbed tearfully. "I've been so foolish ... I ... I found that pamphlet in your jacket, and I thought you ... that you were coming here without telling me ... I was jealous ... then he threatened me ... and I paid fifteen hundred dollars ... Oh, darling ... forgive me ... please?"
Sobbing disconsolately, she buried her face in his naked chest, tears rolling down her cheeks. As she spoke, Todd suddenly understood what had happened? His own wife had inadvertently become the victim of the racket he was trying to expose! Just as he had supposed.
"It's all right honey," he said softly. "It's all right. You were just one of their suckers! But the game is over for them! I'll see to that!"
"Oh, will you?" Reba remarked suddenly. "I think not!" She reached into her uniform pocket and withdrew some photos. "Mrs. Getz, I think these polaroids might interest you. You see your husband has been having some massages of his own, too!"
For a second Todd was tempted to snatch the photographs away from the tall brunette, then a part of his rational mind told him to let Lynn see them. She might as well know what he liked ... what he had done. It might even make her feel better ... maybe....
Reba showed the pictures to the young couple, and Lynn gasped when she saw them. It was Todd sucking lewdly on a blonde girl's vagina while he was fucking the woman who only a moment ago had orally brought her to orgasm! She was thunderstruck and gave a little cry of dismay. Todd held her tightly, angry with himself for being duped by the oldest trick in the world.
"Honey," he said, "it's true. They suckered me into it also. They've made monkeys out of the both of us! I'm sorry, baby, really sorry."
"Oh, Todd...." Lynn moaned, burying her face in his broad shoulder.
"So you see, Mr. Getz," Reba continued, "I think you had better forget all about your story because if one slanderous word gets in print, we'll not only release your pictures to the public but those of your wife also. You see, we like to photograph all our customers. It keeps them from getting overly anxious about exposing our operations."
There was a moment's silence as Todd glared angrily first at Reba, then at Freddy, who had slipped quietly into his tight slacks.
"I've got to hand it to you, Reba," he said at length, "you really know what you're doing. You've got me trapped. You've won. Well ... congratulations. But I hope somebody busts you wide open soon. It won't be me, but somebody will; and when they do I'm going to fire off rockets and raise the flag."
"Please do," the svelte vamp replied. "That'll be such a clever gesture."
The cold, sneering look on Reba's face disgusted Todd and his impulse was to slap her. He restrained himself, however, and turned his attention to his wife who was shaking in terror.
"Get your clothes, honey," he whispered kissing her tenderly on the forehead.
"Todd," she said timidly. "I don't think you heard me, I gave them money ... fifteen hundred dollars ... Freddy has it...."
"Fifteen hundred dollars!" he replied. "Christ, is that what they soak people for? Go on, babe, get your clothes and let me handle this."
Quickly Lynn slipped behind the screen to dress, as Todd faced the hostile stares of Reba and Freddy.
"Now, there's a little matter of fifteen hundred dollars," he said evenly.
"That money is ours," Freddy said, backing away. "She signed a contract! It's in writing!"
"I don't give a shit what she signed!" he snapped back. "I want it, and I want it now."
"No ... no, I can't!" the young masseur shouted, glancing toward Reba for help.
"Mr. Getz, that money is legally ours!" she said imperiously.
"Bullshit!" Todd replied. "Take me to court! I want that money!"
Quickly, he leaped forward and grabbed Freddy by the arm, twisting it painfully behind him.
"Leave him alone!" Reba screamed. "Shut up, bitch," Todd snapped, and gave Freddy's arm another agonizing jerk.
"All right," he screamed. "I'll give it to you!"
"Now!" Todd insisted.
With his free arm Freddy reached into his pocket and withdrew the bills. Todd quickly snatched them and stuffed them in his own pocket.
"Fine, that's fine," he said, releasing the young men.
At that moment Lynn reappeared, dressed, from behind the screen. "I'm ready, Todd."
"Then let's go," he said. "The smell of this place is getting to me!"
Lynn ran to him and clutched his arm. They went toward the door together.
"Goodbye, Mr. Getz," Reba said, "I trust our paths will never cross again."
"I trust not," he answered brusquely. "I like to mix with a better class of people."
And with that the young married couple slipped through the door, leaving a cold and bitter Reba Hollister alone with the young masseur. After a moment she turned to him, anger blazing from her green eyes.
"You stupid fool," she said, "all this is your fault. Yours and that little snip Judy. You're fired! Both of you! Get out of here!"
Freddy smiled slyly and ambled nonchalantly to the couch where he lay back and stretched out.
"I said get out!" the tall woman commanded. Freddy laughed darkly.
"You can't throw me out, love. I've got enough on you to keep you in jail for the rest of your life. You're stuck with me! For as long as I want!"
"How dare you," she shrieked. "HOW DARE YOU!"
"Easy," he said smugly. With tantalizing slowness he began to unzip the fly of his velvet pants. "Any by the way ... how about a massage? Make it with the 'Executive Special'."
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Lynn was up well before her husband, and by the time the alarm rang and Todd was rousing himself from his pleasant sleep, she was already downstairs frying pancakes and sausages. As soon as he smelled the tantalizing aroma, the young journalist leapt from the bed, slipped on his robe, and padded downstairs barefoot to the kitchen.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he said, licking his lips, "what's cooking?"
"Oh, hot cakes and sausages," she replied merrily. "I thought you might be hungry this morning after last night."
She smiled impishly, and despite his early-morning haze Todd was delighted by her warm, easy manner. She looked radiant in the snug, emerald-green velvet robe she wore, and her eyes twinkled with happiness.
You look good enough to eat, too," he said playfully as he approached her with a wicked glint in his eye.
"I'm glad," she said in reply.
He slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. Everything seemed bright and new this morning, and all the pain and anguish of the past was far away.
"Be careful," she said, "I'm liable to spill some of this sausage grease."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, so what?" he murmured nibbling lightly at her ear.
Suddenly they were interrupted by the telephone.
"Now who the hell could that be at this hour?" Todd asked.
Annoyed, he trudged to the phone in the front hall.
"Yes?" he said picking up the receiver.
"Todd? I've got some bad news for you."
The young reporter recognized the voice at once. It was the wise, old editor at GeorgiaTimes. For a moment he was uptight, as he hadn't even thought about the story since yesterday morning.
"What's wrong?" he asked, fearing for a moment that Reba might have gone to his editor.
"We've got to kill the Massage Parlor story."
"What? Why?" Good, God! he thought, that bitch did go to him!
"We've been scooped by News Today. They apparently were doing a story months before we were and keeping it just as big a secret! Well, this morning they came out with their expose, and it's completely built around the Finger Delight Salon! I've got to admit they did a pretty good job, too, those people'll be behind bars by the end of the week after what their reporters did to 'em. So, I'm sorry ... all that work we did, down the drain ... it's a bad break...."
Todd nearly laughed aloud at the editor's words.
"Well, this is the biggest surprise of all," his boss replied. "It's not a guy, it's a girl! A cub reporter named Judy something or other ... seems she worked as one of their employees for a couple of months ... as a masseuse ... and got first hand dope! There's a picture of her on the front page. Cute blonde ... doesn't even look old enough to be out of high school."
"My God," Todd said, realizing that the cuddlesome little Judy was actually a fellow journalist. "Oh, my God!"
He began laughing hysterically.
"What's so funny?" the editor asked.
"Nothing ... nothing," he replied stifling his laughter. "It's just weird the way things work out sometimes."
"Yes, isn't it? Well, I've got to go, Todd. Listen, why don't you take the day off ... to get over the disappointment. Come back Monday, and I'll have something new for you ... something right up your alley."
"Fine ... see you Monday then."
"Right. Tell Lynn I said hello...."
Todd hung up the phone and walked back into the kitchen, shaking his head in disbelief at the unusual turn of events.
"Who was it?" Lynn asked, as she set the table for breakfast.
"My editor. The story is no good. News Today scooped us."
"Oh,' Todd, I'm so sorry...." she said sympathetically.
"It's okay ... I was stuck anyway! I couldn't do the story because Reba had those damn pictures ... it could've been a real mess. So actually it worked out perfectly. And a girl reporter did it."
"Really?"
"Yep ... remember those photos yesterday?"
Lynn blushed slightly remembering the obscene pictures of her husband being made love to by two luscious females.
"I remember vividly," she said.
"Remember the blonde?"
"Yes...."
"That's the reporter."
For a moment Lynn stared incredulously at her husband, then she broke out in peals of delighted laughter.
"Oh, Todd, I know I shouldn't laugh ... but it's so funny...."
"I know," he said, laughing also, "it's ridiculous. But you know, in a strange sort of way it's all worked out for the best."
"Yes," she said warmly, "it really has. Now, sit down and have, your breakfast, it's piping hot!"
Todd sat at his chair while Lynn went to the stove to get the pancakes.
"Know what else he told me?" he asked.
"No ... what?" she said as she slid a hot cake onto his plate next to two plump brown sausages.
"I've got a holiday until next Monday ... as my consolation prize...."
"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed happily. "Yes, but the only thing is I don't know what to do with all that free time...."
"No?" she said as she returned the frying pan to the stove. "Well, maybe I can come up with an idea or two."
"Like what?" Todd asked, a playful smile on his lips.
"Like ... like this," she said, slipping onto his lap and kissing him deeply, thrusting her tongue into her surprised mouth. She held him tightly and kissed him so deeply that it nearly took his breath away. Then she pulled away, smiling seductively. "Do you like the idea?"
"Like it?" he replied toying with the sash of her velvet robe until it opened and the soft material fell away to reveal her firm, proud young breasts glowing warmly in the morning light. "Baby, I love it."
