In his book, THE SEXUALLY PROMISCUOUS FEMALE, Benjamin Morse, M.D. writes: "The nymphomaniac, we might say, is the girl or woman who engages in abnormally frequent sexual contacts with an abnormally large number of sexual partners ... Her desire for simple pleasure controls her sexual attitude and neither conscience nor an awareness of something more important than mere physical gratification has any great effect on her ... True adult sexuality implies a desire to share this pleasure with a loved one, to gain pleasure through giving pleasure, and to produce something intangible but surely present, which transcends the level of animal sexuality." Lance's "customers" were this sort of females, and he' had managed to maneuver himself into one corner of a pretty enviable triangle. Linda made up another corner, and Anne the third. But when the demands came faster than Lance could deliver, something had to give.
CHAPTER ONE
Lance picked up the semi-nude redhead off the luxurious carpet and carried her toward the bedroom. A drunken smile formed on her face, and he felt a twinge of pity as he stretched her limp body out on the big bed. He pushed back the open blouse, and lifted her gently so he could strip it off. She giggled foolishly as his experienced fingers found the clasps that held the bra in place and flipped them open. He let her fall back onto the soft bed and picked up one of the loose straps. His eyes took in her heaving mounds as he peeled the big cups off and tossed the bra on the floor beside the bed.
They sagged a little, but that was to be expected; they were like a pair of ripe watermelons. Lance brushed his hand over the sweeling tips lightly and he marveled at the speed with which they grew. He bent and kissed each bud gently, his fingers massaging the raised aureoles around them. She was beginning to get hot, and he bent to strip the open shorts and panties down her well-formed legs. He paused for a second, his eyes wandering slowly over her body; then his hand moved to the front of his pants, and he opened the clasp and pulled the zipper down.
She watched him through glazed eyes as he reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. She began to squirm on the bed, and her breathing became labored as he pulled the pants down over his legs and the growing mass straining at the front of his shorts became visible to her.
Lance watched her hips start a rhythmic up and down motion on the bed, and he smiled and stuck his thumbs into the top of his shorts and pushed them down over his muscled legs. He stood there for a second, letting her have a good look at him. He knew her wishes well enough now, and the customer was always right. Her gaze moved down over his body slowly; and he glanced at himself in the mirror, following her eyes over his body ... They moved over the mat of dark hair on the expansive, heavily muscled chest that merged into a solid, flat belly; and then her eyes moved downward and began to jerk up and down as she stared at his most valuable asset. She seemed mesmerized by his throbbing shaft, and he let himself look over his own body once again.
He was still in good shape-his physique was something that he worried about incessantly. He had damn good reason to worry about it; it was his ticket to success, to the kind of life that he'd come to expect. At twenty-six, his years of time-consuming exercise and care for his body had begun to pay off handsomely. His god-like features were topped by a full head of curly, black hair, and his one hundred ninety pounds filled out his six-foot-one frame nearly perfectly. His eyes moved down past his broad shoulders and traveled the length of his body. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on him; and no scars, nothing to mar the excellence of his build.
The well-stacked broad on the bed below him was moaning now, her hand moving frantically between her legs. Lance smiled down at her, and climbed up to settle between her widely spread legs. Her hands were on his pulsating cock, caressing, stroking, clutching as he bent his lips to hers and let his tongue work through her teeth and find its mate.
"You want it now, baby? You want that big bastard in you, where he belongs?"
"Oh, yes! God, yes ... Lance ... stick it into me. Tear me wide open...."
Lance lifted himself up and smiled as she guided him; and when he felt the moist warmth of her need he pushed his way slowly into her. Four short strokes and he was able to ram it home. She cried out as he hit bottom, and began to twist her hot little body against him. Lance knew she would go fast; she hadn't been able to afford him for two weeks, and she was dying for it.
He hammered at her hard, knowing what she liked, knowing how to send her over the top in a hurry. She was nothing but a bitch in heat to him, with one difference; she was a paying customer, and he'd give her her money's worth. He was in complete control, and he waited until he felt the tell-tale tightening of the panting body below him; then he pistoned at her harder-and let her have what she wanted in a shuddering stream of warmth. He let himself go, enjoying the physical pleasure of it; then when he was through, he continued at her until her body dropped back to the bed in exhaustion.
He pulled back out of her and vaulted off the bed. She was still breathing heavily, and little sighs of pleasure filled the room as he pulled his clothes back on and left the room. He picked up the hundred dollar bill off the table near the couch and stuffed it into his pocket; then he opened the door and walked out into the hallway. He always felt like he hadn't earned it when he was with the bitch he'd left sighing contentedly on the bed. All she wanted was a quick screw, and then he was supposed to get out as fast as he could. He missed the shower he usually took after putting the blocks to a broad; but what the hell, it never took him more than twenty minutes for the whole job.
He stepped into the elevator and pulled out his smokes as the door closed. He lit one up and checked his watch; two-forty-five, fifteen minutes for a hundred bucks. That was damn good money in any man's book.
The doors opened on the main floor of the apartment and Lance looked around for a second; then found the public phone and started across to it. He reached in his pocket and pulled out some change; then he dialed the number and looked around the luxurious building. It rang at least eight times before a deep voice answered.
"Yeah?"
Lance smiled and leaned closer to the mouthpiece.
"Now what kind of a bloody way is that to answer the phone? What if it was a customer?"
"Jesus, Lance, you got the lousiest timing of any bastard I know. I got a broad in the bedroom all ready for it; I was just getting it into her. Christ, man, she's got money coming out of everywhere."
"Sorry for screwing you up. I just finished with this one, and I wanted to check in and see if you had any more calls for me to make."
"No, nothing until the party tonight. Look, you'd better stop off somewhere for a drink and give me time to put the blocks to this bitch. It shouldn't take me long, judging by the way she's squirming around on the old workbench."
"Okay Jim, I'll be in the usual spot. Give me a ring when you've given her her jollies."
"Will do."
Lance dropped the phone back into its cradle and grinned. Brushing his hand through his dark curls, he walked out of the apartment block. As he waited for the cabbie to pull up, he glanced across at the pump jockey washing the windows of the ragtop in the service station across the street. He was lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, and he turned to the waiting cab when the impatient driver leaned on the horn lightly.
Lance grinned, opened the door and piled into the back seat. He gave the driver the address and leaned back to look across the street again as the cab pulled away from the curb. Four months ago he'd been doing that kind of work, but now he had four-teen-thousand bucks in the bank, spent his time in a penthouse with Jim, and lived better than he'd ever imagined possible. His hand slipped into the pocket of the expensive pants and crumpled the hundred-dollar bill. He owed Jim Hamilton more than he could ever repay, and the world was opening up for him. There wasn't anything that he wanted that was out of reach.
The cabbie pulled into the curb and flipped the meter off. Lance handed him a five and told him to keep the change. He watched the car pull away; then he climbed the stairs of the immaculately kept brownstone and rang the bell. From the outside, the building looked like all the others, but the difference was apparent in the entry way. Lance stood directly in front of the big door, and in a few seconds a panel slipped back, and eyes peered out into the brightness. There was a second's hesitation, and then the door opened and a neatly-uniformed man stood back to allow him to enter.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Rogers. We've certainly had the weather today."
Lance smiled down at the distinguished-looking older man, and waited for him to close and bolt the ' door.
"Yes, Harry, it's been simply wonderful. I'd like my usual, and I think I'll start in the steam room today."
"Yes, sir. .I'll see to it immediately." The immaculately-dressed man turned and started down the hallway, and Lance turned back and called to him.
"Oh, Harry ... one more thing. I'm expecting a call from Mr. Hamilton. Will you see to it that the switchboard knows I'm here, please?"
"Yes sir, I'll inform them."
Lance was just coming but of the steam room when Harry came into the locker room carrying a phone.
"Mr. Hamilton, sir."
Lance nodded and wrapped a towel around himself as Harry located a wall jack and plugged the phone in. When he had assured himself that the call was through, he put the phone down on the table beside Lance and disappeared through the door he'd entered. Lance picked up the phone and waited until he heard the switchboard operator get off the line.
"Yes, Jim."
"Okay, man, c'mon up."
"You collect a good bundle off her?"
"One-fifty for an hour."
"Not bad. Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Make it fast, man. I just found out something that might interest you."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, this is something that might fit into that little scheme of yours for a life of luxury."
"A rich broad?"
"Yeah, this one's really loaded. And man, she's got a build like ... well ... I'll fill you in when you get here."
"I'm on my way."
Lance set the phone aside and walked over to the speaker mounted over the door.
"Harry, get me a cab. I'll be up in five minutes."
He walked back over to his clothes and slipped into them quickly. Jim didn't make conversation for the fun of it; if he said he had a possibility lined up, that's exactly what he had. Lance had mentioned a few weeks ago that he wanted to find a rich bitch with a fairly nice build, and make a play for her. He had no complaint with the way things were going now; but as long as he was getting paid for laying broads, he might as well find one broad to keep happy; then he would have plenty of time to enjoy what the world had to offer. Of course, strange tail was one of the things that he would want to keep up with, but he had no intention of restricting his sex life to one woman even if he married her. No, he was a natural-born stud, and he enjoyed every second of it.
Harry was waiting for him by the door when he got to the top of the stairs, and he slipped him five bucks and got the usual smile from the older man. Harry was efficient, and Lance always felt his money was well spent. He nodded to Harry and walked down the steps to the waiting cab.
He grinned to himself as the cabbie pulled away without asking him for an address. Harry was more than efficient; he was a mind-reader. Lance pulled out his cigarettes and lit one up. He inhaled deeply and looked out at the world around him. This town was his now; anything he wanted was his for the asking.
The cabbie drove quickly; and when he pulled into the curb, he got out and opened the door courteously. He knew damn well that it took money to live in the building he'd parked in front of, and he also knew he'd get a damn good tip from the handsome young man that stepped out of the back seat. Lance didn't disappoint him, and he beamed as he pocketed the money and climbed back in behind the wheel.
Lance looked up at the building in front of him and turned to survey the area around him. Even now he had a hard time believing that he belonged here in this part of the city. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with fresh air. Yes, he was here; now all he had to do was stay here. He didn't doubt for a second that this was his right, but he knew he owed it entirely to his body, and that at any time he could lose his prime asset. Yes, he wanted to find a rich girl and marry her; from that point on his newly-found life would be secure.
Lance climbed out of the elevator that ran up to the twentieth floor and walked down the hall past the apartments. He paused in front of the expensive, wood-grained door and pulled a ring of keys out of his pocket. He found the key he was looking for and inserted it into the lock that was almost completely camouflaged by the design around it. As he twisted the key to the right, the heavy door rolled aside silently, and he walked into the small but luxurious elevator. The door started to shut automatically, and Lance lifted his finger to the hold button, stopping its progress. He was never in so much of a hurry that he couldn't take time out to watch a well-stacked broad, and the blonde that had just walked out of the elevator at the other end of the hall was definitely well stacked.
His eyes stayed on her as she moved down the hall toward him. Lance judged her age to be around twenty-three or-four, and his experienced eyes stripped away her clothing as she got closer.
She had nice big boobs that stuck out proudly, pushing against the straining material of her blouse. The rest of her was in good proportion, and Lance guessed her measurements to be about 37-22-36. She was fairly tall, about five-feet-six. She was only about fifteen feet away from him now, and Lance expected her to go into one of the remaining doors that were between her and the penthouse elevator. He was about to take his hand off the hold button when she gave him a big smile and passed the two doors. Lance leaned on the button again and waited; it was obvious that she intended to use the elevator too. He stood back and gave her room to get in beside him, and then he took his finger off the button. She turned to him and smiled.
"I guess you're-wondering just who I think I am, climbing into your private elevator."
"Well, I must admit the thought had crossed my mind."
She laughed and put out her hand.
"I'm Anne Jamison. I just took the other penthouse. I'm afraid that after a year of seclusion up there on the roof, you're in for a neighbor."
"Lance Rogers. If I'd know what kind of a neighbor we were going to get, I would have asked for one a long time ago."
Lance still held her hand in his. He admired the firmness of her grasp and the feeling of confidence she radiated. He released her warm hand reluctantly as the elevator doors opened. She gave him another smile and turned to cross her hallway to her penthouse, and Lance watched the cheeks of her buttocks rub against each other enticingly under the material of the tight skirt. He wanted to get to know this girl better, much better; and he knew he couldn't let her leave so easily.
"Say, how about coming over for a drink when you have a chance? It'll give you a chance to relax and get away from your moving. You can even find something to eat around our place if you try, but I'm afraid we're lousy cooks."
"That sounds great, and don't worry about the cooking. In some circles I'm considered a chef."
She laughed and Lance laughed with her, his eyes busily taking in her big, proud breasts and flaring hips.
"Look, my roommate and I have to go out tonight, but the door is wide open. If you don't get over until we're gone, just walk in and make yourself at home. There's even an extra bedroom you can use if your stuff isn't all set up by tonight."
She smiled again, and this time her eyes were roving over his body.
"Well, that isn't the first offer I've had from a bachelor to use his bedroom; but it is the most innocent one."
Lance grinned broadly across to her and let his eyes rest on the straining mounds of her breasts.
"Lady, I can believe you about the other invitations, but I assure you my offer was as innocent as I am."
She smiled back and turned to open her door. Lance was watching her, and when she had it open she turned back to him.
"It might be interesting to find out just how innocent you are."
She shut the door, and Lance looked blankly after her. Smiling, he turned toward his own door. Under his breath he spoke the words, as his mind reconstructed a mental picture of what the blonde would look like minus the tight clothing she had been wearing: You're damn right, it would be interesting.
Jim was standing by the big, sliding glass doors that opened out onto the garden-like patio. He had a glass in his hands; and when he heard Lance opening the door, he turned and walked over to the bar. He picked up the drink from the edge of the big bar and held it out to Lance's waiting hand.
"You'd better get in there and get ready. We have to leave in a half hour."
"Okay, c'mon in and explain this bit about the rich broad to me while I'm showering."
Jim nodded and followed Lance into the big master bedroom and waited for him to get-some clean clothes together. Lance carried them into the big bathroom and dropped them on the counter. He stripped off his clothes and stepped under the shower while Jim made himself comfortable.
"Okay, here it is. This one is a perfect set-up for you. You know that penthouse next door? Well, we've got ourselves a new neighbor."
Lance stuck his head out of the shower and nodded.
"Yeah, I know. I met her coming up in the elevator."
"Well, there isn't much to tell except that she's worth over fifteen million now; and when Daddy dies; she's going to be one of the richest girls in the world."
"What makes you think I've got a chance? Besides being loaded, she's got a fantastic build. She's probably got her choice of any bastard she wants."
"Ah, there, my honry friend, lies the answer to your question. She's convinced that all those other bastards are after her money, so she left Daddy's Texas ranch, came to the big city, and started a new life under another name. She's looking for a man, Lance-a man who doesn't know who she really is."
Lance stepped out of the shower and rubbed himself vigorously with the towel. He slipped into clean shorts and reached for his pants.
"Okay, wise guy. If this is true, how in hell did you find out who she really is in such a hurry?"
"That's easy. It fell right into my lap. It seems that Daddy is worried about his little girl, so he found out where she landed and he bought this building. We're damn lucky we've got a year's lease on this place; he was going to toss us out and put a couple of broads in here to keep an eye on his little girl."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. When I pointed out the lease to the guy that knocked on the door here, he offered me five thousand bucks to move out of here. Now, normally, I wouldn't nave hesitated to making five grand; there are lots of other pads we could find, but I thought about what you'd said the other night. So here's your chance."
Lance pulled the tight T-shirt over his muscular chest and walked out into the other room behind Jim.
"You think she knows what's going on?"
"I don't think so. Her old man wants to keep an eye on her from a distance, but he knows she'll take off again if she figures he's watching her."
"Sounds too damn good to be true."
"Well, if you don't want to give her a try, let's take the five grand and bail out of here."
"I gather you told the guy we'd think it over."
"Five grand is five grand."
"Well, you get him on the phone and tell him it's no go. If I can latch on to this babe, it'll mean a hell of a lot more than five grand to me."
"Okay, buddy. I kind of figured you'd look at it that way."
Lance grinned over at the man across the room from him. He owed Jim a lot of gratitude, and if this worked out he'd owe him everything. He watched his friend cross to the phone and pick it up. Jim was two years older than Lance; and except for the fact that he was an inch shorter, and his hair was blond, he was a twin for him. The similarity went farther than that; they both looked after their bodies, and there wasn't a woman in the world that wouldn't have taken a second look at either one of them. They were both studs, and all a broad had to do was look at them and she knew she wouldn't regret climbing into bed with them.
When Jim had finished his call, he sat down on the chair across from Lance and picked up his drink. Lance stretched and leaned his head back into the luxurious comfort of the couch.
"How many of them will be out at the cabin tonight?"
"I'm not sure. Four, I think. It doesn't really matter; we get five hundred for the night, and two hundred extra for each broad over the usual four."
"Who are they, do you know?"
Jim shook his head and shrugged his shouldrs.
"Haven't got a clue. One thing's sure; they'll all be married and they'll all be hot as hell."
"Yeah, all they want is a good screw, and the knowledge that they won't get caught by their husbands."
Jim glanced at his watch and downed the rest of his drink.
"C'mon, we'd better hit the road if we want to get there on time. They won't like waiting at the gate for us."
Lance nodded and finished his drink with one swallow.
"I'll phone the garage and tell them to get the car out."
CHAPTER TWO
Jim climbed out of the Continental convert and walked past the big Olds that was parked in front of the gate. He opened the padlock and pulled on the chain that held the iron arms together; then he pushed them back and waited for the two cars to pull through. He grinned at Lance as the Continental passed him, and then he refastened the gate.
Lance watched him snap the lock shut, and then waited for him to climb back into the seat beside him. Jim held up his hand and smiled even deeper.
"Seven hundred bucks for one night."
"Five of them, eh?"
Lance dropped the big car into gear and pulled around the Olds. He glanced briefly at the darkened vehicle, but he couldn't make out any more than the outlines of five passengers. When he was out in front of them, the lights came on behind him, and they followed him up the winding, tree-lined road.
Lance drove along the familiar road quickly. He knew this road like the back of his hand by now. This was another one of Jim's brainstorms that had paid off handsomely. This little hideaway had cost them a pretty penny, but they had it paid off and showing a damn nice profit after owning it for three-months.
The married broads really went for the secluded bit. They were more than ready to pay extra for the seclusion of the well-furnished cabin. Lance remembered the last bunch they had serviced, and he smiled. A big redhead of about forty had just about screwed him out. She was pleased as hell about the whole thing, and she told Lance that she'd never been able to last for more than an hour before, but just knowing that she-was free from the outside world gave her an appetite for tail that was damn near insatiable.
The lights of the two cars played over the lake behind the cabin as they parked; and Lance watched the shimmering water for a second, reminding himself to take time out for a swim between offerings of his stud service. He settled back into the soft seat of the big convertible and relaxed while Jim climbed out and walked over to the Olds. He listened while his partner talked to the broads...."so we don't use last names, here. We don't want you to know ours, and I'm sure that you don't want us to know yours. As far as we're concerned, you've paid for our services just like you would any other specialist's, and we'll give you anything you ask for, within reason. All the facilities of the cabin and the lake are available to you. There is plenty of food inside, and enough booze to float a battleship. If there is something you want, and you don't seem to be able to find it, just ask Lance or myself, and we'll do our best to keep you satisfied."
Lance waited for the round of tittering giggles, and he wasn't disappointed. He had heard Jim spiel off the speech a hundred times, and he always liked to end it like that.
He vaulted out of the car and gave them a big smile; now the part that he enjoyed was about to start. These women were good tumbles; each of them had been thinking about this meeting for at least a week, and wanting to make the most of it. He knew damn well that there wasn't one broad in the car that wasn't moist and ready for what he was going to give them, and he also knew that he was going to enjoy every second of the orgy that was about to start.
He walked ahead of them and opened the door of the cabin; then he stood aside and watched them walk in. He heard Jim's voice again as his eyes traveled over their bodies...."and when you leave here tomorrow morning, your clothes will be fresh if you get out of them now. You'll find plenty of hangers in the first bedroom as you go down the hall. When you're ready, come on down to the living room, and we'll have a fire going and a little surprise for you."
Lance enjoyed these group bangs; the women that went for this type of meeting wanted more than a strange bit on the side. They each had their reasons for wanting to make it with other broads around, and Lance enjoyed learning about their far-out fancies. When Jim had first suggested they they set up these orgies, Lance had been against them. In the first place, he was sure that women wouldn't go for it in a group; and secondly, he didn't think the additional risk of getting caught would be worth it.
Jim had been the pro, though, and he had agreed to go along with the more experienced man. Now as he watched the five broads eagerly making for the bedroom, he had to laugh at his earlier doubts. There were plenty of broads that liked to get their thrills in a group, all right, and Jim had set it up so the risk was little more than that of the single tumbles.
Jim walked through the door and smiled at Lance. He turned for a second, and the two men watched the broads disappear into the bedroom; then Lance closed the door and threw the bolt. He grinned across the dimly-lit hallway at his partner, and opened the door that led to the large living room.
"C'mon, let's get ready for them. They're probably out of their hot little pants already."
Jim nodded and they moved into the room, and each of them started doing the tasks that had become a ritual. They stripped out of their clothes quickly and put them on hangers near the door. Jim moved to the bar and opened it. He began to set the bottles out where he could get at them, and the he opened the small refrigerator built into the bar and checked over the mixer.
Lance moved across the room and picked up a box of matches from the mantle over the big fireplace. As he struck a match on one of the bricks and set the prebuilt fire aflame, he heard the soft music fill the room, and knew Jim was going to each of the four speakers in turn and adjusting the volume. He stepped back to let Jim turn off the lamp beside him, and then he pulled the cord hanging to the right of the fireplace, and the velvet drapes parted to reveal a large movie screen. By the time he had taken the cover off the projector, Jim had arranged the light so that a soft glow filled the large room. Lance flicked the projector on and let it run a few frames to make sure it was in focus; then he switched it off and crossed over to the bar.
Jim handed him a Scotch and he lifted the glass to his lips and drank deeply. He turned and surveyed the room, making a last check; and then he turned back and smiled at Jim.
"If it makes them as horny as it makes me, we'll have one hell of a night."
"If nothing else turns them on, that pole of yours swaying back and forth will bring them running across the room."
Lance held his empty glass out and Jim filled it again. They each took a swallow from their glasses, and then Jim nodded toward the door.
"You'd better get over there; they'll be in here any second."
Lance nodded, and then turned to walk across to the projector. He set his drink on the table beside the projector and settled back into the big chair behind him. His hand moved toward the glass, but the sound of the door opening behind him caused him to change his mind. He swivled in the chair and watched the five women walk through the door. They looked around for a second, their eyes eagerly taking in the sensual effect of the room, and then they turned their attention to the bar, where Jim was holding up a glass and rattling the ice cubes tantilizingly.
"C'mon over here and name your poison, and then find yourself a seat in front of the screen."
Lance watched them cross over to the bar, his eyes studying each one in turn. They were all in their thirties, and well-built. One brunette in particular had a set of boobs that warranted a second inspection. He watched them swaying back and forth as she leaned over the bar. The tips were swollen with lust, and they brushed against the top of the bar as she moved. He felt the blood heating in his loins, pouring downward to the pulsing shaft that throbbed steadily.
Lance was impatient now. He wanted to get the movie over with and climb aboard one of the broads to satisfy the need that was readily apparent to everyone in the room. They were studying him now with frank glances as they picked up their drinks and took up their positions in the middle of the room. Lance returned their appraising looks with his own, and he let his legs part so they could appreciate what he was offering them.
When they had all found seats, Jim came around the end of the bar and sat down on the couch between two of the broads. He was smaller than Lance, but every bit as ready, and the broads -edged in closer to him as Lance flicked the switch and the screen came to life.
A nude, male figure filled the eight-by-ten screen, and the camera slowly moved around until the aroused male was revealed in a colorful side view. He dropped his hand to encircle his throbbing readiness, a smile forming on his face; and then he stroked himself for a second. An exceptionally well-built blonde came into the picture on the left, her full breasts heaving with the passion that filled her body. She slipped down to her knees in front of the smiling male, and he removed his hand so she could lean in and kiss him.
Lance looked around the room, trying to gauge the effect of the film on the five broads. He knew that the two on the couch with Jim would be occupied for a while; he could tell by the movement of his partner's arms that each of the broads was getting the benefit of one of his hands.
Of the remaining three broads, two were sitting close together on the floor, their eyes glued to the flickering couple in front of them. Lance looked over at the chair where the brunette with the big boobs had settled herself earlier. It was difficult to see, because the projector was between him and the chair, and the light of the film blanked out almost everything behind it. He kept his eyes on the spot, and smiled when he was finally sure the chair was empty. He'd figured she was a horny bitch when he first saw her, and now he knew it.
He turned his attention back to the guy and the blonde in front of him and waited for what was coming. He didn't have to wait long. She came from behind him and settled down on her knees beside the chair. Lance watched her and smiled as she leaned forward, and he felt the hot, erect tips of her fabulous mounds graze the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. Her left hand moved to his knee and slipped down between his legs. Her eyes rested on his throbbing arousal as her hand worked its way slowly up the inside of his leg, finally coming to rest on the sensitive spheres that dangled between his legs.
Lance closed his eyes and leaned back into the soft comfort of the chair. He sank down, letting his buttocks slide along the bottom of the chair so she could work on him better. The hand began to cup and massage lightly, and he felt her hair moving across his belly as her other hand found and encircled him. The hand slid down the length of his vibrating shaft and held him firmly but gently; then he felt her lips in a light kiss and he raised his hips up to her. Her lips parted as her head dropped, and Lance groaned deeply as he felt her warmth envelope him.
He opened his eyes and watched the couple on the screen across the room. The stud had his hands on the big blonde's shoulders now, steadying himself as she moved her head back and forth furiously. Lance watched his counterpart on the screen as the broad worked on him below, and when he saw the stud's muscles tightening, he felt his own body growing near; and with a groan of satisfaction, he heaved his buttocks up off the chair and poured his release into the whimpering brunette. He strained up to her, emptying himself of the passion he'd built up; and when he sank down into the softness of the chair in exhaustion, she dropped with him and worked at him until he was completely finished.
Lance struggled to regain his breathing and opened his eyes slowly. The film was still grinding on; the stud was going down on the blonde now; and as Lance pulled himself upright in the chair, he smiled to himself. No one was watching the film now. Jim had one of the broads who had been sitting with him on the couch, draped over the arm, her buttocks readily available to the thrust of his hot rod, and the other broad was straddling the first, her legs spread widely to accommodate Jim's diving head. The other three were doing their best to become a living chair, each of them busily kissing a pair of milky white thighs.
Lance stood up and surveyed the three broads. He grabbed the brunette that had just finished blowing him and pulled her free of the other two. He laughed as they scrambled around to satisfy each other; then he dropped eagerly between the enticingly spread legs of the brunette. His hands moved to the big fleshy boobs immediately, and he felt the erect tips digging into the palms of his hands as she clutched and guided him to her treasure of warmth below.
She had been damn close to going when he interrupted the human chain, and he felt her tighten and shudder spasmodically after a few short strokes. He gave her a few more while she was squirming below him, but he hadn't even had a chance to hit bottom, and he was ready for more. The other two broads were panting and sighing contentedly as he rolled off the brunette, and he dropped down on his back between them.
He gave them a chance to get back to normal, and then he reached for the redhead beside him. He rolled her over on top of him and rubbed her body back and forth against his. Her eyes lit up when she felt the size of his hard shaft between them, and she whinnied like a mare getting her first scent of a stallion. In a second, she was guiding him into her moist readiness, and he lifted his hips up off the carpet to meet her. She was good and hot; and al-thought Lance was a very big boy, she managed to accomplish a hell of a lot in four strokes. A shudder of pleasure tore through Lance as she dropped on him and he felt bottom. She let out a little cry, but came down just as hard the next time.
Lance moved his hand over the broad lying next to him. He worked over her hard nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She grabbed his hand and pushed it down over her slightly curved belly, urging him to the center of her need. Lance felt the soft dampness and his fingers played back and forth over the silky down for a second then he began to probe her inner warmth. He felt her thighs closing on his hand, and he drove deeper, enjoying the moans that were coming from between her tightly clenched teeth.
He looked up at the contorted face of the broad that was riding him, and saw the big-boobed brunette stand up behind her. Her face was covered with perspiration, and her eyes glowed in the soft light as she walked up to Lance and looked down at him. She was standing with her legs spread wide apart, and Lance couldn't keep his eyes from the dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs. He looked up at her, and ran his tongue over his lips.
"There's always room for one more, baby."
The brunette was good and hot from watching him work on the other two broads, and it didn't take her long to accept his invitation. She stepped over his chest and straddled him for a second; then she dropped down on him and he met her with his lashing tongue. Lance had one hell of a time trying to concentrate on all three broads at once, but he was sure by the sounds of passion that were coming from them that they were all pleased with his manipulations.
He'd felt the redhead go twice already, her body grinding and rotating against him as little squeals of ecstasy broke free from her lust-twisted lips; and he'd felt the broad beside him tighten and shudder as her teeth sank into his shoulder; now he was trying to bring them all off at once and finish in the redhead himself. His tongue lashed vigorously at the brunette as he brought her up to the same pitch as the other two, and it didn't take long to get her there. When he felt her hands at the back of his head pulling him closer, he sped up the motion of his hand and lifted his hips off the floor to drive even deeper into the redhead. He felt the brunette quake and shudder above him, and then he let himself go and shot his searing heat upward to the redhead. He felt the brunette quake and shudder above him, and then he let himself go and shot his searing heat upward to the redhead. He let out a cry of pleasure when she felt him, and that was enough to send the other broads over.
The four of them jerked in spasms of ecstasy, releasing the pressure of lust that had built up within them; and then they collapsed in a heap of arms and legs on the soft carpet. Lance let himself float back down on the wave of pleasure that filled his body; then he sat up and surveyed the room.
The three broads he'd just gone the route with were still struggling for their breath, and he looked around at their heaving breasts and grinned. Three broads at once was no easy task; he was quite proud of himself. He stood up and retrieved his glass from the table beside the projector. The loose end of the finished film was flapping around the reel, and he switched the machine off before crossing over to the bar and pouring himself a fresh Scotch.
Jim poked his head up over the edge of the couch and smiled at Lance. It took him a second to pull himself free of the two broads that were draped over him, but in a few seconds he stood beside Lance at the bar, pouring himself a fresh drink.
The broads were beginning to get up now, and Jim moved behind the bar and gave them a big grin.
"Bring your glasses over and have a drink. Let things cool down for a few minutes, and give Lance and me a chance to rest up a bit. From here on in, you make the requests and we obey. Anything you'd like to try with one or both of us is okay with us, and we've got all night to satisfy each of you, so there isn't any hurry."
Lance smiled and watched the broads come over to the bar. This was the part he really enjoyed; now each of the broads would reveal what she was here for. They never failed to amaze him; some of them wanted Jim and him to go at them at the same time, making a human sandwich; some of them wanted to blow one of them while the other one put it to her; they all wanted something different, and some new way of getting kicks showed up every time he and Jim took on a gang bang like this.
Just thinking about it brought him up for action again, and he grinned and took a deep swallow from his glass as the broads stared at the front of his body. There weren't too many guys around that were as well hung as he was, and he could see they knew it.
CHAPTER THREE
The redhead was first. Lance followed Jim into the big bedroom and held the door open for her. She glanced over at the bed self-consciously, and Lance smiled and reached down the front of his body to encircle his swollen shaft.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby. We enjoy it just as much as you do, or we wouldn't be here. Just let us know what you want, and in a few minutes you'll be getting too many kicks to let it worry you."
She looked back and forth between the two aroused men, and her breathing began to become labored. Lance grinned and watched her studying their two bodies. She looked like a kid who had found himself all alone in a candy ship; it was obvious that a million thoughts were racing through her mind. She crossed over to the bed and stretched out on her back, sinking her head into the soft pillow and closing her eyes. When she spoke, her words came out in a whisper that made her lust obvious to the two men.
"Just make love to me, slowly, both of you."
Jim looked over at Lance and smiled. He nodded, and Lance moved around to the other side of the bed. They usually got this request first; it wasn't until the broads got really worked up that the far-out suggestions came forth. The two men stood facing each other across the big bed; then they bent and started to kiss the redhead's shoulders. They worked slowly, each man covering half of her now-twisting body. They covered every inch of her shoulders; then they moved in to cover her heaving breasts with their lips. A low moan of animal need escaped from her sensuous lips as each of them found a swollen nipple and kissed. Their tongues moved in unison, and they sucked gently at the throbbing tips. She was squirming around on top of the bed like a fly on a hot frying pan by the time they lifted their pleasure-giving mouths from her full mounds.
.The two men moved their attention to the soft flesh, below her breasts; and they left hot trails down over the rise of her belly and lower, grazing the fiery red triangle below as they moved to kiss the sensitive area of her inner thighs. The redhead flung her legs wider apart to allow them room as they kissed further along the satiny flesh, carefully covering every centimeter of her quivering body.
When they reached her ankles, Lance moved up and rolled her over; then they moved up to the top of the bed and started kissing their way back down the length of her panting form. Jim stopped at the jutting mounds of her buttocks; and while Lance moved down to kiss the soft flesh of her inner thighs, he brought His hand into play on the small hollow of her lower back. He kissed back and forth across the firm hillocks, and his hand began to slip back and forth along the valley between them. The redhead was struggling to breathe, and the moans of pleasure and need were coming regularly now.
Jim rolled her over on her side and climbed up onto the bed behind her. He stretched his body out flat, and his hand moved across to the table beside the bed and found the small jar of Vaseline. He opened it and stuck his fingers in; then, as Lance moved around to the other side of the bed and dropped down to face the redhead, Jim moved the fingers down the front of his body and applied the vaseline to his twitching cock. Lance dropped his lips against hers and brought the length of his body in close to her.
She whimpered; and as her tongue lashed at his, he felt her hands struggling between their closely locked bodies. She found his throbbing readiness and lifted one leg over his hip so she could guide him into her damp need. Lance-worked at her slowly; and after a few strokes, he slipped his hand over her hip; and, grasping one of her cheeks, he pulled her to him and felt himself hit bottom. He gave her five quick strokes, and her hands encircled him and pulled his mouth down on hers again.
Lance felt her body tighten, and knew that Jim was making his play. He began to hit her with deep, slow strokes, trying to take her attention off the pain that Jim was giving her; and in a few seconds, he felt her body being driven across to him as Jim rammed at her from behind. The broad was throwing her head from side to side, and the moans that filled the room were loud enough to be heard throughout the cabin. Lance thrust in unison with Jim now, and they sandwiched her between them. They worked at her furiously, and Lance felt her go over the top twice before he heard Jim's voice.
"A couple more, Lance; then let her have it."
Lance let himself go, and he felt the almost unbearable pleasure building up in his body. He was oblivious to what was going on around him, but he was trained to react at the signal; and when he heard Jim yell, he drove at the redhead and let the dam break. Both he and Jim pumped the searing pleasure into her shuddering body; and when she felt it, she screamed in ecstasy and the bed shook with her quaking release. Lance kept up the hammering pace with Jim, and they emptied their lust into her as she squealed and twisted with pleasure.
Lance pulled himself back from the perspiring broad and rolled off the bed. He grinned over at Jim as his partner pulled out and stood up beside the bed. They looked down at the panting redhead, and then walked across the room. Lance picked up a pack of smokes and lit one; then he sat down in a chair by the door and waited for his turn at the shower.
Jim came out in a few seconds, still rubbing himself with the towel; and Lance ground out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray beside him and walked into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and turned on the taps. It took him a second to adjust the temperature of the spray, and then he moved under it and picked up the soap. He lathered himself all over and let the water rinse the soap off; then he reached for the hot tap and turned it off. The shock of the cold water was hard to take for a second; but as he felt his strength returning, he turned the chilling spray full on his body. He let it run for a few minutes; then turned it off and stepped out onto a fluffy bath mat.
He could hear the bedsprings complaining, and smiled to himself as he ran the big towel over his body. Jim was back in action already and by the sounds of it, some broad was having a ball. Lance tossed the towel over the shower rod and walked back into the bedroom. His smile broadened when he saw Jim on the bed. He had two of them going at the same time.
His head was buried between the velvet smooth thighs of a blonde, and a brunette was riding him for all she was worth.
Lance moved back to the chair he'd been in earlier, and he sat back and got comfortable. As he watched the three bodies twisting around on the bed, he felt the heat building up in his body; and in a few seconds he was hard and ready for another one himself. By the look of the three bodies on the bed, things would be over in a seoncd; and he would be too late to get in on it, so he stood up and walked toward the bedroom door.
There were only two broads left now, and they were both leaning against the bar. Lance smiled at them and walked across the room.
"Well, that only leaves you two. What have you got in mind?"
The brunette with the mammoth boobs glanced over at the other broad and smiled. Lance walked around behind, the bar and poured himself a fresh Scotch; then he turned his attention back to the brunette. He liked this broad; there was something about big boobs that got to him, especially when they were as frim and stuck out as proudly as the ones that bounced in front of him. She was returning his gaze with one of her own, and he stepped out from behind the bar to let her have a better look. She turned away from him for a second and nodded at the other broad.
"I want him; that okay with you?"
The other broad looked over at Lance and then turned back to the brunette. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "He's bigger, but they say quality can be better than quantity. Who knows, maybe the other guy is better?"
Lance lifted his drink to his lips and drank half of it in one swallow. The brunette looked back at him again and smiled.
"We've decided to split you up. I get you and she gets your friend in there."
Lance downed his drink and walked over to her. He nodded in the direction of the bedroom and looked over at the other broad.
"Jim should be through in there in a second; why don't you go on in and watch till they're finished."
She smiled and started for the door. Lance turned around and faced the brunette. He let his eyes rove over her body slowly, and then he lifted them and looked into hers.
"Okay, baby ... you call the shots. Any particular place?"
She put her hands under her jutting breasts and smiled over at him. His eyes moved back down to the hard-tipped mounds as she lifted and cupped them enticingly.
"First of all, my name is Linda. Secondly, I like a man to make love to me, not vice versa, so you call the shots."
Lance grinned at her and reached out for her hand, "C'mon with me. There's a nice sandy beach behind the cabin. Lots of privacy and fresh air. I always enjoy my tail more when I'm outside."
Lance opened a drawer in the desk by the bar and searched until he found a flashlight; then he led her through the glass doors in the back of the cabin and they followed the narrow path that led down the small cliff to the lake. Lance was in front of her, using the flashlight to pick his way through the brush that lined the trail; and he felt her jutting breasts brush against him as they walked. It was hard to tell if she was doing it on purpose or not, but the effect of her erect nipples grazing lightly back and forth across his flesh urged him along the trail at a faster pace.
They came to the end of the winding path, and Lance pulled her gently around beside him. They gazed out over the twenty feet of sand that separated them from the water, taking in the beauty and solitude, their senses working overtime. The only sound was the soft lapping of the water against the sand, and there were no lights from other cabins or campfires to take away from the feeling of complete privacy.
Lance took a deep breath and turned to look at the broad beside him. A man could only forget a woman like Linda for a short time, no matter what the scenery was like. It took her a second to realize he was looking at her, and then she turned her eyes away from the gently rolling water and looked up at him.
"I see what you mean about doing it outside; there's something about the fresh air and quiet out here that does things for me."
Lance laughed and turned the light so it was shining on his hard pride and joy.
"You're not the only one, honey. Would you like to go for a swim first? The water's warm as hell at this time of night."
"I don't think either of us can wait that long, but we could go for a swim in between."
Lance flicked the switch on the flashlight and carried it over to a rock on the edge of the trail. He turned around and looked at her as she stood in the moonlight waiting for him; then he started back toward her.
"Baby, you and I are going to get along great."
He put his arms around her, his hands dropping along the length of her back and cupping the cheeks of her firm buttocks. The contact of her warm flesh against his as he pulled her tightly against him sent jolts of need through his body. He bent his head to kiss her, and he felt her hands slip around his hips to pull him down to her waiting mouth. Her teeth parted for his eager tongue, and he felt the warmth of hers as they explored each other.
His palms began to rotate against her buttocks, and she picked up the motion, rolling her lower body against his pulsing shaft. She bent her knees and pulled him down to the sand on top of her, her hands roving over his back and buttocks as they dropped. Lance rested on his elbow beside her, and brought his right hand up to cup one of her big boobs. He couldn't get over the solidness of the big mound; his hand moved up and down over it, cupping, massaging, caressing. He expected a set like these to sag, or at least flatten, when she was on her back; but instead they stood up proudly, the lust-hardened nipples pointing up. The rotating motions of her hips started again as he worked on her breast, and he felt her hands encircling his swollen arousal as her breathing became deeper and more labored. He could have spent a lot longer on the full mounds, but his own need was building quickly now, and he regretfully brushed his palm over a hard tip and started slowly massaging his way down over her belly.
As his hand moved, her legs parted and she drew her knees up. He knew what she wanted, and his hand moved in the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. He caressed it lightly at first, his hand slipping back and forth between her legs; then, as he felt her hands squeezing and moving on him, his hand began a careful study of the passion-moistened center of her need. She lifted her hips up off the sand, and her hands became frantic on him as he explored.
"Now! Please, now!"
Lance pulled himself free of her clutching hands and dropped between her widely spread legs. As soon as he settled between her thighs, her hands found him again and she guided him to the target. Lance let her have just enough to get the feel of it; then stopped his forward pressure. Her hands were still on him, and she pushed his swollen shaft up and down against herself. Lance wanted her begging for it, and it didn't take him long to get his wish.
"Now, you big bastard, now. Drive it into me, hurt me...."
Lance grinned down at her body as she twisted and bounced in a frenzy, trying to move herself closer to him. He thrust his hips forward a couple of inches, and her head flew back as she screamed.
"Oh yes ... yes ... like that! God ... you're so big!"
Lance liked the feel of what he was getting, and he wanted to get into her as far as he could now. He drove at her again, and this time he made it halfway. She cried out again as he moved, but it was obvious by the furious motions of her hips that she wanted more of the same. The warmth and friction of her body became all important to Lance now, and he drove at her viciously. It took him three more strokes to hit bottom, and by the time he pulled back for another thrust she had stripped away a good supply of the skin from his shoulders. He set up a fairly fast pace, and lost himself in the pure enjoyment of her body. His whole being concentrated on the strokes, making the best of every movement; and as he moved in her he could hear her voice urging him on.
"Oh yes ... oh ... ohh ... unn ... unn!"
His hands slipped under her heaving buttocks, and then took the mounds in his hands and pushed them tightly together. The increased friction heightened the pleasure for both of them, and he felthimseif coming. He picked up the pace of his strokes, hitting her deep on every one; and then his body tightened, every muscle strained to the maximum; and he was pouring it into her in bursts of searing pleasure. Her body arched upward, and she thudded her hips up to meet him, her body shuddering and churning with release. They slammed at each other again and again, and Lance felt the ecstasy tearing through his body as he finished in her. He collapsed on her lax body, and her lips found his as she ran her hands over his body and murmured her thanks.
They lay side by side, their bodies touching as each of them basked in the warm afterglow of their love making. Lance felt the sweat evaporating from his exhausted body, and he slowly regained his normal breathing. He felt her hand moving down over his belly, and she laughed when it came to rest between his legs.
"He's not nearly so frightening now."
Lance turned his head to look at her, his eyes sweeping over her magnificent body that was bathed in a soft glow by the moonlight. He grinned and rolled over on his side.
"You keep your hand there much longer, and he's going to want some more of you."
"I want him to have more of me, a lot more. You're good, Lance, the best I've had, as a matter-of-fact; and I've had more than my share."
Lance smiled and let his fingers roll one of her firm nipples.
"You're pretty good yourself, baby."
"How much would you want to move in with me for a while?"
Lance sat up beside her and looked down to see if she was serious.
"What have you got in mind?"
"Well, I told you I thought you were the best I've had, and I like to keep the best of everything. I'll give you a thousand a month. Would that be okay with you?"
Lance looked over her to the water beyond and smiled. Her hand had been busy while they talked, and he was ready for her again.
"I'm sorry, baby. I hate to turn you down, but I've got to, I'm afraid."
"Fifteen hundred."
Lance laughed and stood up.
"No, it's not the money, baby. You're a real good piece of tail; and the way I feel right now, all the payment I'd need for rolling in the hay with you would be your body."
"Well, then, I don't see any problem."
"Let me explain it to you. I know what I've said up to now sounds pretty contradictory, but there is a point to it. First of all, I'll be glad to come on over to your place almost any time you get the urge. It'll cost you a hundred bucks a shot, because that's what I require to keep living the way I am. As far as shacking up with you goes, there's a problem there. A year ago, I was pumping gas for a living; now I'm on top of the world, and I got there by using one thing-my body. The way I look at it, baby, this body of mine is good for maybe fifteen years at the most; then my prime asset is going to be pretty useless in this business. You follow me so far?"
Linda nodded and stood up beside him.
"Okay, so the way I see it, the only answer is for me to find some chick who's loaded; and marry her. That way I still have the good life in my old age. It I want to marry a rich broad, I've got to keep mobile, right?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Okay, If I set up housekeeping with you, I'm out of circulation. No, a shack-up is no good for me; but, as I say, you're a good tumble; and if you want to call me up, I'll be more than pleased to put this big bastard into you."
Linda smiled and looked out at the water.
"Well, I've always found it damn hard to get the best of anything for myself. It's too bad, though; we could have had some real swinging times together."
"We still can baby. All you have to do is pick up your phone."
"If that's the only way I can have you, I will. Don't worry."
"C'mon, let's go for that swim. I'm getting kind of eager to have another go at that sexy body of yours."
He grabbed her hand, and they ran out into the water and plunged into its refreshing coolness. They swam and laughed, oblivious of anything but the pleasure they were having.
Lance had her twice more before they walked back up to the cabin. She was good, and Lance knew that she was putting everything she had into it; she hadn't given up on the shack-up idea, and he knew it. He let her give him her best and didn't say anything more to discourage her; he knew she wouldn't change his mind, but he had no intention of telling her so. He was getting some of the best tail he'd ever had, and the stupid bitch was paying him for it.
When they got back to the front of the cabin, it was light enough to see without the flashlight and Lance turned it off. He opened the door for her and playfully patted her rump as she walked in front of him. Jim had the redhead over the arm of the chair in the hall, and he was pounding at her happily as Lance closed the door. Linda grinned at him and walked into the living room.
"I couldn't watch too much more of that or I'd be all ready for you again."
Lance laughed and walked over to the bar. He mixed the drinks and handed Linda hers; then he looked out of the window at the lake.
"You'd better get your clothes on; it's almost time for us to leave."
She gave him a big smile and started for the door. He watched her buttocks sway enticingly; and for a second he wished he'd taken her up on the shack-up. It was only for a second though, because his attention moved to the blonde who poked her head over the back of the couch. She gave him a drunken grin and held up an empty glass.
Lance walked over to her and picked her up in his arms. He carried her down the hall to' the "bedroom and kicked the door open with his foot. The broads were all in various stages of dressing, and he smiled at them and dropped the blonde on the bed.
"You'd better help her into her clothes. I don't think she's going to make it by herself."
He walked back into the living room and grinned over at Jim. His partner sighed and pulled his shorts up to his hips. Lance laughed and went over to get his own clothes. He got into them quickly and followed Jim out into the hall.
The broads were already piling into the Olds, and Lance climbed behind the wheel of the big Continental and waited for Jim to get in. They pulled out past the Olds and headed down the gravel road to the gate. Lance parked the convert on the side of the road and waited for Jim to open the gate. He smiled and gave the broads a big wave as they drove past and started down the road; then he' drove through the gate and waited for Jim to lock it up. He watched the Olds move onto the approach to the bridge, and then it disappeared from his view. Jim climbed into the car and sank down into the seat.
Lance gunned the Continental and grinned over at his partner. "What the hell's wrong with you? I feel great."
Jim turned his head to face Lance and smiled.
"I'll give it to you in two words ... screwed out."
Lance laughed and turned the car onto the bridge approach. The big car chewed up the miles quickly; and before Lance realized it, he was nosing the ragtop through the city streets. It was still early, and there was little traffic on the road.
Lance wheeled the Continental into the underground parking area and headed for their stall. Jim had fallen asleep halfway home, and Lance gave him a shove as he turned the ignition off. Jim opened his eyes reluctantly and stretched.
"Christ, is that bed ever going to feel good!"
Lance grinned and stepped out of the car. He crossed over to the elevator and pressed the button. The doors opened just as Jim managed to drag himself across the cement floor of the garage. Lance gave him a push to start him on his way, and then walked through the doors, and pressed the button for the twentieth floor. They didn't talk as the elevator sped directly to the top; both of them were pooped from their night's work. The elevator stopped and Lance started down the hall in front of Jim, his hand searching in his pocket for the key.
Jim was keeping up with him now, the thought of the big bed waiting for him spurring him on. Lance fitted his key into the slot and turned it impatiently, and the big door slid back quietly. He pulled the key out and followed Jim inside.
They stepped out in front of the two penthouses, and Lance hesitated for a second, his eyes glued on their new neighbor's door. Jim was already opening their door, and he turned back to wait for Lance.
"Christ ... you've got to be kidding."
Lance looked over at him and nodded. He knew Jim was right; this would have to be a special seduction, and he'd have to be at his best if he wanted to pull it off. Sleep was the first thing he needed now. He glanced at the other door once more, and then walked through into their penthouse. He heard Jim's shower going and smiled; his partner sure wasn't wasting any time. He crossed the sunken living room and walked into his own bedroom. He stripped his clothes off quickly and tossed them on the chair beside the bed; then he pulled back the covers of the big bed and stretched. He was beat, but he decided to have a quick shower before climbing in between the silk sheets.
CHAPTER FOUR
The ringing telephone beside Lance jolted him out of the sound sleep he was in. He stretched his hand out of the big bed and picked up the receiver off its cradle, and managed to say hello. He recognized the voice on the other end of the line immediately, and he struggled to clear his fogged brain.
"Hi, Anne. What can I do for you?"
"I've been straightening this place up all day, and that pool had been looking better and better. I was wondering if you had any plans for it today."
"No, go ahead and use it whenever you want. It's yours just as much as ours. In fact, I think I'll join you if you don't mind."
"Good ... I could use some company. I've been all alone in this big place, and I'm afraid I'm going to start talking to myself any second!"
Lance laughed and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes"
Lance dropped the phone back into its cradle and smiled.-He couldn't have set it up better himself. He vaulted off the bed and crossed to the dresser on the other side of the room. He glanced at his reflection in the big mirror as he opened the door and pulled out his trunks.
The rest had done the trick; he was as good as new. He tossed the white trunks on top of the dresser and picked up his comb. A couple of swipes through his hair, and the dark curls fell into place again. He picked up the trunks and struggled into them. They were skin tight, and when he had them in place, he stood up to survey himself. He grinned as he looked at the front of his body. There wasn't much left to the imagination; she was going to know almost as much about his anatomy as he did. He turned around to survey the back, and his eyes rested on' the reflection of his back. There were several long, red welts still left from the night before; the broads had given his back and shoulders a good going-over. The welts didn't displease him; he wanted Anne to know that he was good in bed, and there was no better proof then the marks left by the other broads during their animal pleasure.
After a quick shave, Lance grabbed a towel and picked his suntan oil up off the dresser; then he walked back out into the big living room and moved across to the sliding glass doors that opened onto the private sundeck and pool between the two penthouses. He tossed the towel and oil on one of the chaise lounges and crossed over to the portable bar beside the pool. He scooped some of the crushed ice out of the bucket and dumped it into a tall glass; then he reached for the bottle of Scotch and poured a generous amount over the ice. He shook the glass gently and turned to look at the other penthouse.
She was coming out of the glass doors as he turned, and for a few seconds he couldn't do anything but stare. He'd figured she had a good build before, but the small, blue bikini she was wearing made that an understatement. Her ripe breasts strained at the thin, flimsy band of cloth that covered them; and there was no wiring or padding to disguise the generous nipples that jutted out proudly.
He reluctantly moved his eyes from the high mounds, and worked down over the rest of her body. She had a small waist, and her belly curved out just enough to give her that delicious look; and then there were her smoothly rounded hips; and below the small triangle of blue cloth that didn't quite cover the shining blonde curls that poked out over the top. She could have been nude and he-would have known no more about her, but the suit covered just enough to make him wonder if she could be as good as she looked. She smiled at him as she got closer, and he lifted his eyes from her silky thighs.
"Your mouth is hanging open, Mr. Rogers."
Lance grinned back at her and set his drink down on the bar.
"Call me Lance, and I have a good reason for my mouth hanging open. The guy who designed that suit shouldn't have sold it to you; on anyone else it would be okay, but on you it's a different story. No man could be blamed for staring at all those curves in the right places. Or is that what you had in mind?"
She laughed and stuck her thumbs into the top of the bikini that clung to her lower body like a second skin.
"I thought it was too expensive when I bought it; it cost around five dollars for each square inch of material; but it it gets a reaction like this out of a man, it's worth every cent."
Lance looked her up and down again, and the growing mass in the front of his suit was obvious to her. He didn't try to hide it from her eyes, and he grinned when she looked at him openly. They stood there for a second, each of them sizing up the other; and both of them knew the other was thinking about what kind of a lay they would make. Lance liked a woman who knew what it was all about, and he was pretty sure that Anne wouldn't put up much of a fight when he tried to remove the two small strips of blue material from her lush body.
"How about a drink for a poor, over-worked girl."
Lance grinned and turned back to the bar.
"Sorry. That's the first thing I was going to ask you, but it slipped my mind for some reason. What'll it be?"
"At this point. I'm not particular, but make it a strong one. I need it after this morning."
"Scotch okay?"
"Fine."
Lance duplicated the first drink he'd made and handed it to her. He was more than happy to make a strong one for her; booze was one of the best pantie-removers on earth, though he didn't have too much to take off. She took a swallow of the drink and walked over to the edge of the sundeck. Lance walked over beside her and looked over the fence at the buildings below.
She turned her face toward him and he looked down at her. He wanted this broad badly; and if she had been anyone else, he would have taken her in his arms and kissed her; but this one had to be different. He had made his craving for her obvious when she was looking at the front of his suit, but he knew that she had to be the one that made the first move, because once she had done that, she would be the aggresor. She would be after him, and all he had to do was let himself be caught. He took a swallow from the glass and set it down on the railing.
"C'mon, let's go for that swim."
He walked over to the edge of the pool and dove in. As his head broke the surface, he turned to watch her dive; and a grin formed on his face. It was going to be interesting to see what that bikini looked like when it was wet. It would cling even closer to her magnificent body than it did now, if that was possible.
They swam and froliced together, Lance taking every opportunity that offered itself to run his hands over her body. He pulled himself up the ladder and held out his hand to her as she climbed up behind him. The top of the bikini had slipped lower on her big breasts, and he could see the aureoles and most of her nipples as he pulled her up. He didn't hide his interest, and under his gaze the nipples began to swell with passion. He gave her entire body a look that reeked of sensual delight, and then crossed over to the railing and picked up the two drinks.
She was stretched out on her back on one of the lounges when he brought the drinks back and handed her one. Her legs dangled over the sides of the lounge; and as he walked up, he found himself standing between her spread legs. He didn't know if she planned it that way, but that didn't matter. The bottom of the bikini was glued to her natural curves, and the treasure nestled between her open thighs was exposed to him as if she had been completely nude.
He set the drinks on the table beside her, and walked over to the lounge where he'd dropped the towel and suntan oil. She watched him walk back across to her, and then she sat up and picked up her drink off the table. She downed the Scotch and turned back to look at him. Lance dropped the suntan oil onto the lounge beside her and let the towel unfold.
"Stand up, and I'll dry you off."
His eyes moved over her body again as she stood up in front of him, and then he began to dry her. His hands covered every inch of her body, and he spent more time than was necessary patting the mounds of her breasts and brushing the towel across the juncture of her thighs.
When he'd finished, he looked down into her glazed eyes and noted her slightly labored breathing with satisfaction. She was getting hotter than hell, and he knew that he could strip her and climb onto her body right now if he wanted to; but he was also sure that she'd make the move if he held himself in check and kept working her up steadily. He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips; then he handed her the towel and grinned.
She took it from his hands eagerly and began to dry him off. He felt her fingertips pressing through the towel, and fought to control himself as the little jolts of need tore through his body. When she'd finished, his breathing was a little deeper than normal; but he'd managed to stop the front of his suit from blossoming out any further. He took the towel from her hands and wiped it over the lounge she had been lying on, finishing the job the sun had almost completed; then he pointed to it and looked over at her hot little body.
"Stretch out, and I'll slap some suntan oil on you before you turn into a lobster."
It was obvious by the golden tan of her body that she didn't need the protection of the oil, but she nodded and stretched out on her belly. Lance stared at the firm cheeks of her buttocks as he moved over to the edge of the lounge. He picked the plastic bottle of oil up and unscrewed the cap. He filled his palm and started to rub it into her shoulders. She sighed contentedly, and closed her eyes as he worked.
He worked down over her shoulders, his hands moving slowly, caressing and massaging her velvet-like flesh. When he got to the straps of the bikini top, he set the bottle down beside her and unfastened the hooks that held it in place. He grinned as she arched her back to make it easier for him; then he pushed the straps aside and began to rub the oil over her back down to the top edge of the bottom of her bikini.
He was sitting on the lounge beside her, his hip resting against the warmth of her side; and from his position he could now see the side of a full breast. She turned slightly, and he was treated to a view of the nipple as it began to sweU. He watched it grow erect and poke its way into the bikini top then hang loosely below it. His hands had finished working on her back now, and he slipped his fingers under the top of the bikini and moved them back and forth over the mounds of her buttocks. He let his right hand sUp around to the side of the bit of cloth, and his fingers found one of the ties that held it in place. Ho grasped the string and pulled, and then he flipped the material over her body, and her buttocks were exposed to his eagerly waiting fingers. He filled his palm with oil and spread it over the dimpled cheeks. Her breathing was deep and labored as his hands found the firm mounds and began to massage the oil in.
Lance spent a long time, covering every inch of the hillocks; then he moved down and rubbed the oil into the backs of her legs. He lifted his hands off her ankles and let his eyes rove over her back. There wasn't an ounce of her out of place. God, she had a fabulous build. He patted her buttocks playfully and smiled.
"This side's done. Flip over."
There was no hesitation; she twisted her body over and the bikini fell to the deck below the lounge. Lance couldn't move his eyes from her big breasts. Vermilion nipples stuck up boldly from the raised aureoles. Her eyes were still closed, and her breathing was coming in gasps now. Lance poured some oil into his hand and went straight for one of her full mounds.
There was no need to pretend now; he wanted to feel those big boobs, and she wanted him to feel them. He worked at them, his fingers rolling the nipples back and forth; and in a few seconds she was moaning, and her body twisted and lashed on the lounge. Lance moved his hand down over the small swell of her belly and dove between her parted thighs. There was no mistaking the purpose of his exploring fingers.
"No, Lance ... please don't...."
Lance smiled and removed his hand from the moist-warmth. He poured some oil into the palm of his hand and applied it to her legs in swift movements. She opened her eyes as he stood up and looked down at her. She hadn't expected him to stop, and he knew that she didn't want him to stop. His face showed no reaction to the look of surprise she gave him.
Lance smiled at her and walked around her to the lounge on the other side of hers. He knew her eyes were on him, and he also knew that her mind was in a conflict trying to figure him out. She had expected to get laid right there and then, and now she was trying to explain to herself why he'd quit when she asked him to. Lance had his back to her as he stuck his thumbs under the waistband of his trunks and pushed them down his legs. He lifted one foot and stepped out of them; then he kicked them aside with his other foot. Without turning toward her, he flopped down on his chest and relaxed in the luxury of the lounge. He turned his face to look at her and smiled.
"Okay, baby-your turn."
He didn't wait for her to answer, but he couldn't hold back a smile as she reached for the plastic bottle and crossed over to him. Her eyes were glazed, and her breathing was even more labored. He had played it right; she was hotter now than when he'd been rubbing her between the legs. She wanted him now, and he knew that she wouldn't be satisfied until he climbed up between those silky thighs and drove it into her.
He felt her hands on his back, caressing lightly as she worked the oil into his body. He struggled with himself, trying to calm himself down as the sensuous fingers worked over him. Her hands were on his buttocks now, massaging and exploring his flesh.
"Why did you stop?"
Lance opened his eyes and looked back at her. "Huh?"
"Why did you stop what you were doing?"
"You asked me to, baby. I don't make love to a woman who doesn't want me as much as I want her. There are too many willing females in this world; I don't have to force anyone, honey. You've got a mind of your own; and when you want it, I'll be more than willing. I think that's obvious; but until then, if you just want to play a bit, that's okay with me. You've got a beautiful body, and I won't ever be too busy to show you how much I appreciate it."
"Turn over."
Lance turned over slowly, his eyes staying on her face. He wanted to see her reaction. Her gaze moved straight to his half-aroused shaft, and he could read the admiration in her eyes. Lance smiled and closed his eyes; in a few seconds he felt her hands rubbing oil into him again.
He let his body go now; and as her hands worked down over his chest and belly, he knew her eyes were on his fully erect arousal. He felt her hands moving closer, and then he knew she had made her decision as her hands encircled the pulsing shaft and began to move on it. He opened his eyes just as her lips dropped to his; and then he felt her tongue probing,, and he opened his teeth to welcome it and meet it with his own. It was a long kiss; and when she lifted her head, they were both breathing heavily. Lance lifted his hands to cup her face and he smiled.
"Are you sure, baby?"
"Oh, god ... yes."
Lance stood up and pulled her up beside him. He kissed her again, and his hands slipped around her waist, and he filled his palms-with the resiliant mounds of her buttocks. He pulled her close and felt a jolt of need as his twitching shaft was pinned between them. His tongue probed her mouth, and then he lifted his head and looked down into her passion-glazed eyes.
"Let's go into your bedroom and christen that new bed of yours."
Her hands rubbed up and down over the muscled flesh of his buttocks, and Lance felt the burning tips of her breasts digging into the mat of dark hair on his chest.
She stepped back from him and took his hands. His eyes traveled over her body as she began to lead him back to the open glass doors. So far, everything had gone perfectly, and now the biggest test came. He had to love up this broad so well that she wouldn't be able to let him go when he was through with her. She had to want him more than any other man by the time he was through screwing her.
She led him through the doors and across the living room to the hall; then she opened a doorway and waited for him to walk in. Lance stepped through and looked around the large bedroom while she was closing the door. The wall-to-wall carpeting was thick and soft under his feet, and his eyes moved quickly over the two dressers and other small pieces of furniture in the room; then he looked over at the king-size bed. It was in French Provincial style, a big four-poster with a blue-silk canopy over it that matched the bedspread.
Lance was eager for her body now, and he turned back to her and took her in his arms. She moaned and rubbed her body against his, as he bent and his lips found hers. Their tongues met, and lance felt her grinding her hips against his swollen cock as his hands moved in small circles on the small of her back.
He picked her up gently and carried her over to the big bed, and dropped her lightly on top of the blue silk. She stretched sensuously, like a big, golden cat, and as Lance leaned forward to climb up beside her, he caught a flash of movement above him. He turned his head upward and smiled. There was a big mirror set into the canopy over the bed; as he looked into it he could see the entire surface of the blue-silk bedspread and the twisting female animal stretched out on it. He watched her reflection for a second; and then he turned his head back to the real thing.
He ran his hands lightly over her body, grazing the erect nipples, slipping over the rise of her belly and downward to stroke the silky softness between her widely spread legs. Her hands reached out for him and encircled his twitching shaft. They moved on him, and he groaned and slid between her legs. His hands moved under her body and cupped the firm flesh of her buttokcs. He thrust his hips forward gently, and as she guided him to her need, he lifted her buttocks up off the silk below and held her ready to receive him. Anne kept her eyes open, staring straight up at the mirror, watching his actions from above.
Lance was gentle with her; he normally drove himself into a broad as quickly as possible, but this time would be different. When she felt him start into her, she moved her hands from his shaft and slipped them up his back to his shoulders. Lance stopped his forward motion and encircled himself with his right hand. He moved his throbbing rod up and down against her until he felt her muscles relaxing, and then he moved his hips in closer to her. She moaned with pleasure and lifted her buttocks up off the bed to meet him, but Lance pulled out and moved in slowly again. He repeated the action until he felt the moistness he wanted; then he pistoned his hips against her and she cried out, digging her fingernails into his back. Her back was arched up to him now, and on his next thrust he hit bottom, and she moaned and rotated her hips against him, little muscles deep inside her quivering body tightening and rubbing against him.
He stayed deep within her for a few seconds, letting her get the feel of him; then, when he felt her fingers clawing at his back, he began to move again. He drove his way into her slowly; and then when he hit bottom, he let her move against him for a second before backing out in one swift motion. He picked out the rhythm that gave her the most pleasure, and set his pace. He kept himself in complete control, all his senses straining to pick up her slightest wish. His hands moved over her buttocks, feeling and exploring, and she tightened with excitement and moaned when his finger slipped up and down in the deep valley between her cheeks. The action of his fingers sent her into a frenzy of passionate twists, and he smiled to himself. He had found the switch that really turned her on, and his finger moved to probe more deeply. Her mouth flew open and her head flew back into the softness of the pillow as she felt him searching.
Lance stopped the pleasure-giving movement of his exploring finger and moved his hands to her hips. He rolled over, bringing her over on top of him. As she straddled him and picked up the rhythm with her bouncing body, his hands moved back to the jutting mounds of her buttocks, and he began to move his finger up and down the valley between her cheeks once more. When she felt him probing again, she leaned forward and stretched her firm, rounded body along the length of his. He felt the tips of her breasts digging into his chest, and then her lips were on his shoulder.
His finger began to duplicate the motions of his hammering shaft, and her teeth came into play on his chest and shoulders. She groaned and-whimpered as she nipped at his flesh. Lance felt her getting close, and his mind began to send orders to all parts of his body. His senses strained,-watching for the right moment; and then her teeth sank viciously into the muscled flesh of his shoulder, and she dropped herself down on his pulsing shaft, grinding her body against him. Lance drove his hips up to meet her, and he shot his passion up into her quivering body. His hips lashed up and down off the bed, and his finger moved in unison. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she opened her mouth to unleash a scream of ecstasy, but for a second it didn't come. Lance felt the lust tearing through her body, as she lay shuddering in a suspension of absolute pleasure, and then the scream broke free and she bounced and rolled above him as she cascaded over the peak and rode his passion-shooting shaft.
Lance kept up the frantic thrusts, bringing her pleasure from above as well as below; and she raked him with her nails as her mouth tasted the blood from his shoulder. He lost control only for a second, when he first felt the searing bliss of his release; then he quickly fought for control again so he could manipulate her body and give her anything she desired. It lasted a long time for her, Lance giving her anything that would prolong her ecstasy, and then she finally dropped down on his body and lay there, her big breasts heaving with the exertion her body had just completed. Lance moved his arms around her and held her close up him; his hands moved lovingly back and forth over the length of her back and buttocks. He kissed her hair and watched his hands moving over her body in the mirror above. She lay there panting for a long time, struggling for her breath. Lance moved his lips to her ear, and he kissed gently.
"Baby, that's the best piece I've ever had. You're fabulous."
Her arms moved around his neck, and she pulled herself up and kissed him.
"Oh ... Lance ... I never knew it could be like that. You drove me crazy with pleasure. I didn't know it could be that good."
Lance took her head in his hands and nestled her head down on his shoulder. He looked up into the mirror and smiled at his reflection. He had her, all right; she'd want more of the same, and in order to get it, she'd have to play the game by his rules. He'd give her a few seconds rest; then he'd make love to her again. By the time he left this bedroom, she'd be ready to do anything for a chance to use his body again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lance bent down to pick up his trunks off the deck beside the lounge; and as he stood up, he looked back at the big glass doors he'd just walked through. She was probably still lying on the bed where he'd left her. He smiled and walked back toward his own penthouse. Jim was sitting on the big couch just inside the doors; and as Lance walked in, a broad smile formed on his partner's face.
"Looks like you did all right with our new neighbor."
Lance tossed the bathing suit across at him and grinned back.
"It couldn't have gone better; now all I have to do is let her think about it for a while."
Jim stood up and crossed over to the table by the phone. He pulled the top piece of paper off the pad and handed it to Lance.
"Linda Sands. One of the broads we had out at the gang bang last night."
Lance looked down at the address under Linda's name and nodded.
"Yeah, I know the one. She said she'd be calling for more."
"She seems to be pretty taken with that big tool of yours; she started panting just from talking about you."
Lance folded up the paper and grinned.
"She's a real nice hunk of woman, too; not like some of the flabby old bitches we get."
Jim laughed and tossed his trunks back to him.
"You'd better get in there and get dressed; she wants you over there as soon as possible. Make it good; she sounds like a steady customer; and, as you said, she's got a nice body. We might as well take in a hundred bucks off a nice piece, instead of making it the hard way with some wisened up old nymph."
"Yeah, you're right. Phone the garage and have them get the car out. I'll grab a quick shower and get into some clothes."
Lance showered and slipped into slacks and a sport shirt. Jim tossed him the keys to the Continental as he came out of the bedroom, and Lance grinned and made for the door. He opened it and was about to leave when Jim called to him.
"Meet me at the club in two hours. I've got a customer in a half hour; when I'm finished giving her her jollies, I'll head for the club. We can come back together."
Lance nodded and closed the door behind him. He walked across to the elevator and pressed the button; then he turned to look at the other penthouse as he waited for the doors to open. She was exactly what he wanted, and he'd have to take it easy if he wanted her to marry him. He smiled to himself when he thought of her body, thanking his guardian angel for dropping such a succulent piece into his lap ... a well-built broad with money, and at this very minute she was remembering his body; and by the time he saw her again, she was going to want more of what he'd given her. AU he had to do was make sure that she wanted it badly enough to consider marrying him. He'd plant the thought in her mind the next time he had her, and if everything went right, he'd be married to her in two months.
Lance rode the elevator down and stepped into the waiting convertible. As he pulled the powerful car out onto the road, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded piece of paper. The brunette lived in a pretty good neighborhood. He shoved the paper back into his shirt pocket and picked his way through the late afternoon traffic. In twenty minutes, he was turning the car into the curb in front of a large apartment block. He walked up the steps and opened the outer door. There was a small lobby, and he moved across to the mailboxes and ran his finger across them. He found her name and pressed the button.
She answered immediately, and he grinned. Christ, she must be good and hot, to be waiting that close to the speaker.
"It's me, baby. How about opening things up and letting me in?"
"Mmm ... I'd love to, lover."
Lance grinned again and walked over to the door. There was a faint buzz and it popped open. Lance walked through and crossed the entranceway to the elevator. He pressed the button impatiently and pulled a pack of smokes out of his shirt pocket. He lit one up; and as he took a drag from it, the elevator doors opened and he walked in.
He pressed the floor number he'd read on the mailbox, and the elevator went into action. Lance looked at his watch ... ten after three ... he'd have time for a workout at the club after he finished satisfying Linda.
He stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall, checking the numbers as he went. Half way down the corridor, he found her apartment, and tried the doorknob. It turned, and Lance smiled and pushed the door open.
It opened onto a dimly-lit living room, and Linda stood out like a broad at a stag. A tight red jacket that stopped just above the gentle swell of her belly couldn't hide her passion-hardened nipples from him. His eyes took in the generous cones "with their excited tips, and then he moved his gaze down over her revealed tummy to the bright red stretch pants that clung to her lower body like a second skin. She stood smiling at him, her hands resting impishly on her hips; and when she'd given him a good opportunity to study her, she sat back on the couch and stretched her sleek body along its length.
"Well, don't just stand there with your eyes drooling; close the door and come on over here."
She brought her hands up under her huge, resilient mounds and lifted them gently. When she released the pressure, they sprang back into place, bouncing tantilizingly. Lance waited until they had stopped moving; then he turned around and kicked the door shut. He kept his eyes on hers as he moved slowly across to her. His hands moved to the buttons of his sport shirt, and he watched her eyes widen in anticipation as he stripped the shirt off and tossed it On the carpet. He paused by a chair halfway across the room, and sat down to remove his shoes and socks, his eyes playing back and forth on her body. He sat back in the chair and dropped his hands to the clasp on the front of his pants, and her eyes followed the path of his right hand as he pushed the zipper down. She was mesmerized; her eyes were unable to leave his slowly moving hands.
Lance stood up; and, as he stretched to his full height, his thumbs pushed the slacks down to his ankles. Her eyes left his hands now; they were rivited to the expanding protrusion that strained at the front of his shorts. Lance kicked his slacks to one side and started across to her. Linda sat up as he approached, her eyes still fastened on the growing mass in his tight shorts. When he felt his knees come against the front of the couch, Lance spread his legs slightly and put his hands on his hips. He was certain she would still do anything to please him.
"Take them off, baby. Let him free, and then show him how much you want him."
She groaned, and Lance felt her lips on his belly as her hands went around him and began to caress his lower back. Lance moved his palms to the back of her head, and he stroked her dark tresses while her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts and pushed down. Lance grinned as the back of the shorts moved, but the front stayed in place, held there by his now erect shaft. Linda uttered a small cry of frustration and moved her hands around to the front of his body. He felt her palms against the tight muscles of his lower belly, and then she moved them away from his body and pulled the shorts out at the same time. She straightened out her hands, her fingertips still against his flesh; and the shorts slipped down, exposing him to her eager, eyes.
Her hands moved under his throbbing shaft and she placed her palms under the appendages that dangled below. She lifted gently; and when he felt the warmth of her hands against the tender spheres, a muscle in his lower belly contracted automatically. His swollen column jerked spontaneously, and her eager mouth moved to him as if beckoned by the motion. He moved his hands back to his hips and closed his eyes as her head began bobbing to and fro.
As she picked up the tempo, he felt first her tongue and then her teeth come gently into play on his pulsing body. Lance realized immediately that Linda was no stranger to this method of pleasing a man, and he let the enjoyment of the pleasure she was giving him blot out all other thoughts. He lost himself in the sensual delight her mouth and hands lavished on him. Her hands were gently rubbing and kneading the sensitive spheres now, and he felt a searing heat tearing through his body, surging toward his loins.
He groaned as he felt the approaching release, and his hips shot forward as he injected the molten lava of his passion into her whimpering body. He dove at her, liberating his supressed lust in a series of thrusting eruptions. His hands moved to her shoulders for support as she drained him of Ms lust.
Her arms were around him again, holding him tightly to her as he regained his normal breathing. Her lips moved across his belly in a continuous path of moist warmth. Lance dropped his hands to the back of the jacket, and his experienced fingers made short work of the buttons. He leaned away from her and stripped the short jacket down off her arms, letting her firm globes burst free.
He watched them swaying buoyantly in front of him; then he lifted his arms and ran his hands over the hot, hard points. His lips tasted the sweetness of the erect buds as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands left her breasts and moved down her sides over the swell of her hips until they settled just above the waistband of her pants. His fingers followed the top around to the back until his hands met, and then he slipped his fingertips under the bright red material and shoved it down. Linda whimpered with lust and raised her dimpled buttocks slightly. In no time at all, Lance had his palms full of the resilient cheeks. He cupped and squeezed for a few seconds; then he rubbed his palms around her hips and across her belly, grazing the top curls of the dark triangle that was partially revealed by the half removed stretchies.
As his hands found the top of the pants once more and pulled, she dropped her firm rump back onto the couch, and her arms went around his shoulders. He stripped the stretchies off her in one quick motion, and her legs fell apart as the tight pants hit the floor. His head dove and he kissed, his tongue lashing into the very nerve center of her need. She cried out quietly and lifted her legs, bringing them to rest on his shoulders. She moved further back on the couch and made it easier for him to work on her.
He gave her everything he had; his hands were in steady motion on her body, and the sounds of lust that she wanted to hear left his lips as he struggled for breath. She was going to pay him a hundred bucks for this, and Lance had never shortchanged a customer yet.
Linda had been feverish with passion when he arrived, and letting her work on him first had built the flame of need even stronger in her body. Low animal noises filled the room as he drove her even farther up the peak to release, and it wasn't long before he felt her quivering buttocks tighten in his palms, and she was raking his back with her nails as she shuddered and convulsed her way through a spasm of ecstasy.
Lance rode her twisting body, his tongue lashing, till she stopped moving and her twitching body fell back into the softness of the couch He kissed his way up the front of her body, and his lips finally came to rest on hers. The kiss was filled with the ebbing passion of their love-making, and the tongues that had just recently given each other pleasure met and thrashed together. Lance lifted his lips and stood up in front of her. He looked down at her perspiration-soaked body and gave her his most satisfied smile.
"You go a nice route, baby." He looked at his watch and sighed quietly. "As much as I hate to break this up, I'm afraid I've got to go."
Linda opened her passion-glazed eyes and sat up weakly. "Not yet. We were just getting started."
He smiled at her again, and pulled his shorts into place. "Sorry, honey, but the hour's up and I've got another appointment."
She picked up a pillow from the couch beside her and threw it across at him. Lance dodged it easily and laughed. Linda picked up the pack of cigarettes that was sitting on the edge of the table beside the couch and stuck one between her lips. Her eyes flashed anger across at him as he pulled up his pants and snapped the top together. She exhaled a long cloud of smoke and ground the cigarette into the ashtray viciously.
"I'm still no more than another customer; just another love-starved bitch that has to buy her tail. Is that right?"
Lance picked up his shirt and slipped it on.
"I told you, baby, that's the way it has to be. It's nothing personal; you're a real hellion in the tail department. It's just that I make a living at this."
The anger faded from her eyes and she stood up and crossed over to him. She took the last button on his shirt and fitted it into his buttonhole.
"I thought maybe you'd change your mind and move in with me after what just happened."
"We already went through that, baby; and I told you why that was impossible."
She turned away from him and walked back over to the table. He watched her buttocks move enticingly as she bent to pull out another cigarette. He tucked his shirt in while she turned back to him and lit it up.
"Would you do it if I let you come and go as you please?"
Lance shook his head and pulled out his wallet. "No good, baby. I'd figure you had a right to as much tail as you wanted, and from what I've seen of you so far, that would mean that I'd spend the best part of each day locked between those silky thighs of yours. Now, I don't say I wouldn't enjoy that as much as you; but you know how I feel about keeping myself available for that right chick."
She glanced at his open wallet and crossed over to the chair on the other side of the room. She picked up her purse and pulled out a packed wallet. Her eyes moved over his body again as she walked over to him and handed him the money.
"It was worth every cent to me, Lance. I want you, and I mean to have you. Perhaps I should warn you about one thing; I don't give up easily."
Lance grinned and shoved the hundred-dollar bill into his wallet. His eyes roved over her body as he turned and started for the door.
"It's available, baby. Any time you want it, just give me a call."
"Don't worry, I will; but that won't satisfy me completely. I'll only accomplish that when I have you all to myself."
Lance gave her a last smile before he walked out the door. Once outside, he glanced at his watch and made for the elevator. He wanted to get to the club in time to have a workout before Jim showed up. He strode happily out into the late afternoon sun and climbed into the Continental. It would only take him ten minutes to get to the club from where he was.
Harry opened the big door and let him in. He turned back to Lance when he had it securely closed.
"Mr. Hamilton has been calling for the last half hour, Mr. Rogers. He seemed to be most anxious to contact you."
"Thank you, Harry. Did he leave a number?"
"Yes, sir. I'll get it for you."
"Bring it into the lounge, Harry; and bring a double Scotch with you when you come."
Harry bowed slightly and disappeared through a door behind him. Lance walked down the hall and opened the door that led to the lounge. He crossed the room and settled back into one of the big overstuffed leather chairs. Before he had time to get comfortable, Harry was back with the drink. He handed Lance a slip of paper and brought the phone over to him.
Lance read the neatly typed figures and dialed. It rang five times before he heard Jim's voice. There was a hell of a racket in the background, Loud music punctuated with laughter and drunken shouts, and he had to struggle to hear what Jim was saying...."Is that you, Lance?"
"Yeah, it's me. Christ, I can hardly hear you. What the hell's all that noise?"
"Never mind that. Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to get hold of you for the last hour."
"I've been satisfying a horny brunette, as you well know. Now what's on your mind?"
"Look, just get a pencil and paper. I'll give you the address of this place."
Lance reached over on the table beside him and pulled the pad and pen closer to the phone.
"Okay, shoot."
He copied down the address and pushed the pad away.
"Okay, now what's this all about?"
"We got a goldmine going here. At first there was just these two broads and me, but now we got half a dozen people here. There are a couple of extra broads, and I just happened to mention I had a partner. They'll give us eight hundred bucks if we spend two hours here and keep the party humping."
Lance grinned and ripped the sheet of paper off the pad.
"Well, I can't see us turning down all that green stuff. I'll be over in ten minutes."
Lance picked up the glass Harry had set beside the phone and took a big swallow. He sat back and relaxed as the strong liquid rolled down his throat. He thought about what Jim had said and laughed to himself. Two hundred bucks an hour! Things were looking up! He downed the drink in one gulp and set the glass back on the table. Harry met him at the door and let him out, giving Lance a big smile as he placed the usual five-dollar biU in his palm and started for the white ragtop. Lance pulled out into the traffic and started for the address Jim had given him.
CHAPTER SIX
After his repeated knocks had been ignored, Lance finally opened the door and walked in. He was sure he had the right place; he hadn't had any trouble recognizing the pandemonium coming from inside the apartment. He stood just inside the door for a second, letting his ears get used to the bedlam; and then he turned and shut the door behind him. He felt the hot lips on the back of his neck, and then a pair of arms went around his waist and hands cupped at his crotch. The fingers began to move, and Lance felt his pride and joy swelling under their manupulations.
"Mmm ... you've just got to be Lance ... you're so big ... just like Jim said you'd be."
One hand moved up to the top of his fly; and then it moved back down, bringing his zipper with it. The hand slipped through the opening it had made and then worked itself inside his shorts.
"Ohh! It's all bumpy too! C'mon in here; I want first crack at this beast."
The hands worked his arousal out of his pants and he turned around to come face to face with a beautifully-put-together blonde. He didn't have much of a chance to make a good study of her figure. Her impulsive hand reached out and grabbed him by the end of his twitching shaft, and she led him to a bedroom off the hall. There was a couple busy on the bed, and Jim lifted his head and grinned at him as he lay between the thighs of a broad with a big set of pointed boobs.
"Glad to see you could make it. That well-tanned blonde goddess that's leading you around by the tool goes by the name of Sharon. If you two-are in a hurry, you'll have to use the floor; we just started, and she wants to blow me after I've finished cleaning her out."
Lance just grinned and looked at the thick carpet underfoot.
"Floor's fine with me, baby. Let's give it a whirl."
The blonde put her other hand on his pulsing shaft, and a little shudder moved over her body. She took one hand off and moved it up to the clasp at the top of his pants, and then she put it back on him again.
"You take them off; I don't want to let go of this now that I've found it."
Lance dropped his hands down in front of him and undid the catch. The tight slacks clung to his hips as he peeled the front open and hauled his shirt tail out. The blonde dropped to her knees in front of him and he felt her tongue brushing over him as he undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off. She was still holding and kissing him as he stuck his hands around behind him and pushed the slacks down over his buttocks. They slid down his thighs to the carpet below, and he lifted his legs and kicked them aside with his foot. The blonde gave him one final lick, moved her head back from him, and pulled the front of his shorts out and down over his swollen shaft.
She shoved the shorts down to his ankles, and Lance kicked them aside impatiently. The blonde rested back on her heels, her eyes glued, to his thick, throbbing column; and then she looked up the front of his body until her lust-filled eyes met his. Lance grinned down at her and nodded.
She groaned; then moved her lips back to his twitching arousal, and Lance looked Over her head to the couple on the bed as he felt her tongue slipping back and forth over him. The broad on the bed was arching her back, her hands working on her own swollen nipples as she shuddered and locked Jim's head between her thighs. She convulsed a few times and fell back to the bed, her pointed cones heaving with passion.
Jim worked his head out from between her legs and looked over at Lance, and then back to the broad lying on the bed in front of him. Lance dropped his hands to the back of the blonde's head and held her to the front of his body as he dropped to the floor and stretched out on his back. The blonde stayed with him; and he lifted one of his thighs, leaving the other one flat on the carpet so she could rest her head on it while she worked on him. She used the thigh for a cushion and stretched out full length on the carpet below him; and Lance grinned as he saw Jim climb off the bed and walk over to them.
His partner looked down at them for a second, and the blonde's eyes watched his rigid pillar pulsing gently up and down in front of her eyes. Jim grinned as she rolled onto her tummy between Lance's legs, and he walked over behind her as she lifted her lower body until she was on her knees and then spread her legs enticingly.
Lance watched his partner drop behind her raised rump, and he felt her tongue lash furiously as Jim dropped his right hand down the front of his body and guided his throbbing tool into the heart of her need. The blonde began to bob her head up and down in unison with the pistoning drives of Jim's hips behind her, and Lance leaned back and closed his eyes, listening to the slap-slap of Jim's body against her resilient buttocks.
Lance felt a hand on his right knee, and opened his eyes to see the conical breasts of the broad that had been on the bed with Jim. He watched them swinging gently back and forth in front of him; then he looked down at her urging hand and bent his knee, drawing his leg up toward his thigh. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but it didn't take long to find out. She worked her head in under his leg, and he felt a second set of lips working on his body as her mouth found the dangling storehouses of his passion. The blonde lifted her head slightly and held onto the base of his tingling shaft with her right hand as she made room for the other broad.
Lance reached out and grabbed for the second broad's legs as his senses reeled with the pleasure the two women were lavishing on his body. The broad cooperated willingly, and he felt her twisting her body in order to let him reach what he wanted. She was on her side now, her lips and tongue working furiously on those tender spheres as Lance slipped his hand up between her silky thighs, slowly working toward the searing heat at their juncture. His hand stroked gently for a few seconds; then his fingers dove into the moist warmth that Jim's tongue had so recently explored, and he stroked gently up and down, back and forth, to and fro, until muffled moans of delight were gurgling up from between his legs.
The feeling of pleasure Lance was getting was indescribably; his body lurched upward to the two hungry mouths that teased and tantilized him. Each set of teeth, each pair of lips, each lashing tongue was a separate tingling jolt of delicious excitement. An overwhelming flame of ecstasy swept over his body, and he felt it building to a feverish tumult of sensual bliss. His hips shot up off the carpet and his passion broke forth in a gust of jerking flame. He groaned and thrashed below them, gyrating, undulating, tossing, reeling as the release ripped through his body, setting every nerve-end on fire with animal gratification. He heard their muffled cries of pleasure as he felt Jim's jolting release pulse through the blonde's body, and his fingers sent the other broad over the top with them.
They lay there panting, a heaving entanglement of satisfied flesh, floating on the wave of pleasure; and when Lance finally found the strength to move, he pulled himself back on the carpet and slipped out of the mass of bodies. He sat up and leaned against the bed behind him, his senses still reeling from the lovemaking.
The two broads were sighing happily; and as Jim pulled out of the blonde and stood up, they were left alone in the center of the big carpet. Their faces were inches apart, and Lance wasn't surprised when the broad with the pointed boobs reached out for the blonde and moved her head across to kiss her. The blonde tried to pull away at first, but the other broad was wiry and much stronger, and she held her in position, her hand moving down over the blonde's lush body and slipping gently between her open thighs. At the first touch of those experienced fingers, the blonde stopped struggling; and her arms went around the other girl as she hurried to return the caresses. Lance looked over at Jim and laughed. He watched the other man's flaccid shaft tremble and begin to grow; then his eyes moved to the front of his own body, and, he saw signs of life in his own soft organ.
The scene in front of them was enough to work any man up; Lance looked back to the two writhing bodies, drawn by the flashing movement of their perspiration-covered flesh. The blonde had turned into the aggressor now, and she spun around on the floor; then her lips sank to the sensitive flesh of the other broad's inner thigh. AU the blonde had to do was open her legs enough, and the other broad moved her head in between her straining legs, and kissed at the moist triangle of blondeness.
Lance looked over at Jim and stood up. His partner had his now erect column in his right hand, and Lance could see by his strained expression that he wanted to get some of the action on the carpet in front of him. Their eyes met across the room, and Lance started across to the broads. Jim closed in on the other side, and they each stood behind one of the struggling chicks. Little gurgles of pleasure filled the room as they kissed at each other, and then the blonde slipped her hand around over the hip of the other girl and began to massage her firm buttocks. Her finger began to probe, and the other broad moaned deeply and moved her hand around the blonde's quivering rump to return the favor.
Their bodies began to shake and bounce as their fingers and mouths worked on each other; it didn't take Lance long to look over at Jim and nod happily. He dropped his hand to his throbbing shaft and sank to the floor behind the blonde.
"Move your hand, baby. Make room for bigger things."
He moved his left hand to her wrist, and pushed her hand out of the way gently as he stretched out on his side behind the blonde, while Jim took up a similar position behind the other broad. Lance fitted his body tightly to the blonde's back and slipped his left hand between them to encircle his rigid shaft; and then he guided himself to his target. The blonde had one thigh thrown over the other broad's head, and Lance had no trouble reaching his goal. He entered her; and when he felt himself binding, he withdrew and started his slow pistoning movement again. The other broad had prepared his way with her fingers, and it didn't take long for him to accomplish as much as was physically possible.
Jim had already managed to get into the other broad by the time Lance made his first complete stroke; and as Lance thrust his hips forward into the soft firmness of the blonde's buttocks, he felt the pressure of Jim's hammering body vibrating through the two broads. They kissed and lapped at each other with impetuous lust now, driven on by the double satisfaction their bodies were receiving. Lance regulated his movements with Jim's and closed his eyes, basking in the sweet sensuality that was beginning to flow through his body. It started at the tip of his throbbing shaft and worked in a delightfully slow ebb throughout his entire body. The friction was fantastic; and even now, after he had broken his trail, he had difficulty in completing his inward strokes. The blonde began to moan loudly, and Lance felt the resilient cheeks of her buttocks begin to quiver slightly; then there was a muffled cry of ecstasy and she began to heave and convulse, her fingers grasping at the flesh of the other girl's buttocks.
Lance never varied his motion; and after she had twisted and churned through her crisis, she settled back down and he felt the pressure of her rump as she pushed it back to meet his pistoning hips. The two broads separated, and Lance rolled the blonde over on her rounded belly and lifted her hips so she was on her knees on the soft carpet. She moaned as he adjusted himself behind her, and then she dropped her head onto her folded arms and waited for his renewed attack. Lance slipped his hands around her hips; and while his left hand held her in position, his right moved between her legs and found the moistly open and waiting center of her need. His fingers began to caress lightly; and when he heard her whimpering with renewed lust, his fingers drove and he shoved his waiting shaft into her poised body. She winced and pulled her buttocks away from him, and Lance grinned and urged her back with his hand.
She came to him reluctantly; but when she felt his pulsing column slip between her legs, she ground back against him eagerly. Lance knew that she expected him to slip into her more-than-ready sheath, but he just pulled the length of his shaft back and forth against the moistness for a few strokes; then he returned to his original target. He fitted himself to her, and this time he held her firmly with his hands as he slowly drove it into her. She tried to pull away from him when she felt the initial contact, but he held her firmly; and as his twitching pillar slid steadily into her, she whimpered happily and completed the stroke for him by thrusting her firm cheeks back to meet his waiting body. He stayed there, deep within her, and she groaned and rotated her body against him. Lance leaned forward on her, and his hand found her moistness once again and began to explore and caress; then he felt her straining to pull away from him; and with a lust-filled groan, he pulled rapidly out of her and drove it home again.
Her pleasure-filled cry echoed off the walls, and Lance kept up the hammering thrusts, his body bouncing off the soft cheeks only to return with renewed vigor. He felt the end approaching; and as his senses strained, working toward the sublime moment of release, his ears picked up the piercing cry of ecstasy from the broad Jim was working on, and he hesitated for a second. Then his mind went blank as he pistoned at her vicisouly, his lust pouring forth in spasmodic gusts of searing heat. Every muscle in the blonde's body tightened as she felt him pause for that instant; and when the warmth gushed forth into her, she gyrated her buttocks against him, her body shaking and jerking with her own release.
They collapsed onto the rug, and the sounds of labored breathing filled Lance's ears. There was no other sound in the room for a longtime, each couple enjoying the sensual aftermath of their love-making to the full; and then Lance lifted his weight off the blonde and struggled to his feet. He surveyed the room; then his eyes came to rest on the big conical boobs of the broad that crouched over Jim's body. Her lips were working over Jim's chest; and as she got to his belly, he began to rise to the occasion, and she let out a help of pleasure and moved her lips to receive his expanding shaft.
Jim looked over at him and smiled; then his eyes closed as the broad's head began to bob, and Lance barely understood his lust-filled words.
"Man, this babe can go on forever!"
Lance looked back to the panting blonde on the floor. She had rolled over onto her back, and his eyes played over the hard-tipped points of her breasts as they heaved from her spent exertion. She opened her still-glazed eyes, and he grinned down at her.
"How about you, baby? You want some more?"
She sighed and a contented smile formed on her face. He watched her hand move down over her gently curving belly and sink into the blonde triangle below.
"Not for a while, big boy. I feel like I've been split in two."
Lance laughed and stretched. His strength was coming back now, and he felt almost as good as new. He bent down and planted a kiss on top of the blonde's stroking hand; then he moved his lips up to her cheek.
"I'm going for a shower; if you want more, come and find me."
She nodded, her eyes closed, and she relaxed back into the soft carpet. Lance stood up and started toward the door. He walked around the couple on the floor, and was going to tell Jim where he was going, but decided against it. His partner had spun the broad around, and he was returning her kisses as passionately as she was giving them. Lance grinned down at the twisting mass of flesh and opened the door.
He moved down the hallway and walked into a living room. There was a guy in his late forties standing in the middle of the room, and he grinned at Lance and raised one of his hands off his hips to wave. Lance grinned and waved back; then he dropped his eyes to the redhead that was kneeling in front of the older guy. She was busily working on the guy, and she didn't even bother to look up to see who he was waving at. He watched her bobbing head for a second; then looked up at the other man.
"Say, I hate to bother you at a time like this, but could you point out the shower?"
"Sure, it's right through there."
He raised his hand again, indicating another hall that led off to Lance's right. The redhead stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him, and Lance grinned at her; but she didn't see the grin; her eyes were glued to his limp shaft swinging back and forth between his legs. The older guy dropped his hand to the top of her head and turned her lips back to the front of his body.
"Forget it, baby; you've already got your work cut out for you."
Lance smiled and started for the hallway. He found a door at the end and pushed it open. The room was filled with steam; and, as he shut the door, he realized that the shower was still running. He started to turn around, and his foot hit something. He couldn't see a damn thing through all the steam, so he dropped to the floor to take a closer look. There was a guy stretched out on his back; and for a second, Lance thought he was dead; then he noticed the satisfied smile, and watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically.
Lance was having a hard enough time breathing in the room, so he slipped his hands under the guy's shoulders and dragged him to the door. He opened it wider, and pulled the lax body out into the hallway. When he had hauled him clear of the door, he dropped him and went back into the bathroom; then he closed the door behind him and felt his way over to the shower, following the sound of the spray.
His hand found the door handle and pulled the shower open. The glass door slid back smoothly, and he lifted his leg and stepped in. He felt the warm spray coming from the other end of the stall as his hand found the handle and closed the door. He still couldn't see more than a foot in front of his nose, so he raised his hands in front of him and took a step toward the cascading water. He felt something warm; and as his hand moved over the object, a smile formed on his face. He didn't have to see to recognize what he was touching. The nipple his palm was gently nuzzling was swollen with desire. His other hand came into the act and started to work on the other breast; and when she spoke, he didn't answer her.
"Friend or foe?"
His hands kept up their exploring, down over the rounded tummy, down to the softness of her inner thigh. He felt her hand now; it grazed his hip and stayed there for a second, orienting itself; then it moved across the front of his body and dropped to his growing shaft. It encircled him and squeezed gently.
"Mmm ... definitely a friend!"
Lance kept his hands in motion on her body, moving down over her back, across the mounds of her buttocks, and back to her full breasts. As he felt her, his pillar of lust grew in her hand; and then her other hand was touching, feeling, caressing, as it dropped to his family jewels and weighed them lightly.
"Oh, yes ... you're a friend all right; you're a new one, too; everyone else here is so ordinary, and you're definitely not ordinary."
Lance slipped his hands around to her back, and his palms filled with the resilient cheeks of her buttocks as he pulled her to him. His lips moved through the mist, and he saw her face for a split second before their lips met. Her tongue worked its way through his teeth, and he welcomed it with his, as his hands massaged the firm hillocks of her rump and he felt her erect nipples digging into his chest. By the time he lifted his lips from hers, her lower body was gyrating against his and his arousal was complete. She stepped back; and while his hands explored the cheeks of her rump, she encircled him again and started moving her hands back and forth.
"You're the answer to my prayer. I brought Gordie in here to give it to me, but he passed out. He was so small compared to you, anyway; I'm glad he couldn't make me."
Lance brought his hands around to the front of her body, and he slipped the right one between her thighs and caressed her intimately. She shivered and leaned against him, her hands moving around to his back. As his hand dove into her ready body, he felt her teeth nipping at his chest, and a jolt of need moved through his body. He sat down on the floor of the shower stall and pulled her down with him. The space was restricted, and he bent his knees and opened his legs.
He felt the water hitting his chest for a second; then he pulled her into the human chair he'd created for her. She sat down on his thighs, and her hands went down to his shaft. For a second she caressed him; then he felt her legs tighten around his back as she locked her ankles behind him. Lance moved his hands to her breasts; and while she, stroked his erect shaft, he twisted and rolled the hard tips.
She groaned, and he felt the tip of his column slipping into her. At the first touch, she slid her firm buttocks down his wet thighs; and as she came down to him, he slid into her warmth. Lance put his hands around her back and gave her support as she began to bounce and twist on him.
There was little he could do to contribute to their movement, but she didn't seem to mind, so he supported her and let her passion and imagination run wild. In a few mintues she was panting from the lust and exertion of her bouncing and rotating, and she sank down close to him to rest. Lance twitched his favorite little muscle, and he felt himself jerking deep inside her. She moaned, and her lips found his. They kissed, and Lance felt muscles in her body answering his own. She seized and released his throbbing shaft as he twitched, and for a long time they were content with the sensuous feeling it gave them. After a while Lance sensed she wanted to move again, but she didn't have the energy to slide back up his shaft more than a few inches.. Lance tried to shift himself, but her weight, combined with the slippery floor, made it impossible.
"Put your arms around me baby ... and hang on."
She did what he asked quickly; and when he felt her arms supporting him, he started a slow, rolling action. She picked up the motion, threw her weight into it passionately; and in a few seconds, they were rolling back and forth like a rocking chair. Lance began pistoning his hips as they rolled, and she put her little muscles to work again. The combination was fantastic, and it didn't take long for Lance to intermingle his own groans of pleasure with her whimpering cries of lust. They went over the top together, and Lance felt her thighs squeezing him as she strained her legs. They shook together as Lance poured his lust to her in electrifying Jolts.
When they had rested up a bit, the broad pulled away from him and stood up. She put her palms against his chest as he stood up in front of her, and they slid down until she was holding his limp shaft. Lance felt her hands working on him as she lathered him all over, and then returned to his column and worked on it over again. It was hard now, his body once again consumed by passion aroused by her massaging hands.
"Let's dry off and find some more room for the next one."
Lance smiled and felt for the door of the shower. It took him a second to find it, and her hands never stopped rubbing and kneading his pulsing rod. He managed to find a towel, and he took her hand and led her out into the hall. The guy Lance had dragged out was still there, snoring happily; and they grinned down at him as they stepped across his spread-eagled body. Lance opened the first door he saw and found himself in a small kitchen. He pulled the broad in behind him and closed the door; then he turned his attention to her body. He'd known she was well built from feeling her up, but he wasn't expecting what he found. She was a real doll, maybe five two or three, but everything was in the right places.
Her eyes had been studying him as closely as he'd been looking her over, and he dropped his hand to the front of his body and held himself out to her.
"You like that, eh, baby?"
She licked her lips, and a little shudder moved over the length of her damp body. Lance grinned and brought the towel up in front of him.
"C'mon over here and let me dry you off."
She walked across to him slowly, her hips shifting back and forth enticingly, her hands under her big breasts, cupping and raising them. Lance patted her face dry gently; then he began to rub the big towel over the front of her body. He took special care when drying her breasts, spending plenty of time rubbing the hard-tipped mounds. His eyes moved over her body as he dried her, and then he spun her around and worked on her back, his hands rubbing over her sleek curves vigorously. When he finished, she turned around and he handed her the towel.
Her full globes heaved with her deep breathing, and he sensed she was ready again. She dried him quickly, spending only what time was necessary to get him dry. When she had finished, she stood back; and he reached for the towel and pulled it gently out of her hand. He looked around the room quickly, and his eyes finally came to rest on the table against the wall. He walked across the small room, pulled the chairs away from around it; then he dropped the towel on top and smoothed it out. He turned back to her and looked into her lust-filled eyes.
"Okay, baby, drop your hot little ass on that and open up."
The little shudder of need moved across her body again as she hurried over to the table and complied with his request. He lifted her gently into position and watched as her hands slipped down over her belly and down between her widely-spread thighs. Her fingers moved to the center of her need, and she opened herself to his approaching column. There was no need to take it easy; she could have taken a horse in the condition she was in, and Lance drove it to the hilt on the first stroke.
She whimpered with pleasure and dropped back onto the table, her head missing the wall by inches. Lance paused for a second, pulsing deep within her; then he slipped his hands under her and cupped her buttocks in his palms. He lifted her up to his hot body, and she arched her back and-waited for him. Lance was built to a pitch that he'd rarely reached; and when he started to move in her, he gave it everything he had, ignoring the broad beneath him, thinking only of satisfying the lust that gripped his body. He moved at her viciously, oblivious to her wants; but when he unleashed his stream of passion into her quaking body, her satisfied cry of ecstasy told him that she had enjoyed every hammering stroke.
It was an hour later when Jim opened the door and stuck his head in. Lance was sitting on the edge of the table, and the blonde was in a chair in front of him. Jim looked over her back and bobbing head and grinned at Lance.
"I was wondering where the hell you got to; you're working on your own time. We have to leave."
Lance managed a grin and shrugged his shoulder. "I can't disappoint the poor girl; besides, it wouldn't be fair to make her quit now; she's been working on me for twenty minutes. With that kind of dedication. I think she deserves to get the reward she's been striving for."
"Well, blow your load, and get it over with. I'm going to grab, a shower and get into my clothes. When you're through, go on in and collect our money from that balding character in the living room."
Lance nodded and looked down at the bobbing head below him. He put all his concentration into the pleasure she was giving him; and in a few seconds, his muscles strained and he gave her her earned reward. He left her panting in the kitchen, then found his clothes in the bedroom where he'd left them. He slipped into them quickly, and when he was leaving the room, he saw Jim sticking the money in his pocket. Lance opened the outer door and waited for his partner to catch up to him. They grinned at each other, and Jim pulled out the roll of bills and held them up in front of Lance.
"This has got to be the best way of making money. Man, was that last broad nice!"
They only made one stop on the way back to the apartment, and that was to grab a couple of quick hamburgers at a drive-in. As they entered the penthouse, Jim flicked on the light and laughed.
"Christ, it's been a long time since I went to bed with the rest of the city. It's going to feel weird to wake up in the morning."
Lance stopped in the middle of the living room and stretched. His fingers started undoing the buttons of his shirt as he walked toward his room.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I think it'll be a damn nice change to have breakfast at breakfast-time for once."
He paused in front of his door and turned back to Jim.
"What have we got lined up for tomorrow so far?"
Jim walked across the living room and picked up the pad beside the phone. He flipped a page over and studied it for a second. "Nothing till tomorrow night for me; and you start your four days off as of eight o'clock tomorrow."
Lance nodded and opened the door and then dropped his hand off the knob and turned back toward the living room. "Make sure I don't have to take some broad this time, will you? The last two times I was supposed to get four days off, you managed to find some offers that were too good to turn down. I want to spend the next four days working on that luscious chunk of woman next door, so if any too-good-to-turn-down broads turn up, you're going to have to give them their jollies. This kid is off."
Jim waved his arm at him and grinned. "Don't worry, I won't let a little thing like money come between you and your rich bitch."
Lance grinned back at him and pulled his shirt off. "Careful how you talk about the future Mrs. Rogers."
After he shut the door behind him, he could still hear Jim chuckling to himself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lance reached over to shut the alarm off; then he pulled himself up to a sitting position lazily, and stretched. He reached over to the table beside him and pushed one of the control buttons set into its mahogany top. The parting curtains let in a shaft of early morning sunlight, and he grimaced and raised his hand to shade his eyes. His finger fumbled for the button again; and he sighed as the drapes closed, plunging the room into semi-darkness again.
He looked over at the clock and pushed the covers off his lower body. Up till now, he didn't think too much of this getting-up-in-the-morning jazz, but he knew that nothing ever looked very good to him until he had his shower. He stepped out of the bed and stretched again; then he moved across to the dresser and opened the drawer. He pulled out fresh shorts. and was about to turn away from the dresser when his eyes caught the reflection of the red welts on his inner thighs in the mirror. Christ, that broad had really been hot for him; he could still see the outline of her teeth. He looked up at his reflection, grinned, and walked across to the bathroom.
He adjusted the spray to lukewarm and stepped under it, his body welcoming the refreshing water. His hand found the soap, and he lathered himself, happily, enjoying the sensuous feeling of luxury that filled his body. He directed the shower head full on his body and rinsed the soap away; then he began to lather himself all over again. This time he shut off the hot tap before stepping under the spray, and the shock of the cold water speeded his circulation.
He stayed under the cascading cold-water for a long time; and when he was through toweling himself roughly, he was wide awake and ready for anything.
He slipped into his shorts and walked down the hall to the kitchen quietly, letting Jim sleep as long as he wanted. Lance didn't do much cooking for himself, but he felt like making his own breakfast this morning. It took him a while to find the things he needed, but in a half hour he was sitting down to a heaping plate of the best-looking back on and eggs he'd ever seen.
He dug in ravenously, feeling hungrier than he'd felt in weeks; and when he'd cleaned up the last morsel, he got up and walked over to the small refrigerator. He would have been disappointed if there hadn't been any milk; it was something that, he always liked to have around. Ever since he was a kid, he'd drunk at least one quart a day, but he had a hard time convincing Jim to leave room for it in the refrigerator. He pushed the mixer aside and reached for the quart; then he carried it across to the cupboard and found himself a glass.
As he finished his second glass, his eyes moved over the living room from the kitchen door, and finally he spotted a pack of cigarettes. He crossed over to the table and pulled one out of the pack; then he went to the table in the center of the room and picked up the lighter. He dragged deeply on the smoke and fell back into the couch behind him. He closed his eyes for a second and started to work on his strategy for getting into Anne on a permanent basis. He took another drag on his smoke, and then got up and crossed to the bar. He opened the cover beside the bar and exposed a row of buttons; then he pressed one and watched as the curtains that ran the whole length of one wall in the living room slid back.
He blinked as the sunlight broke into the room through the expanse of glass; but in a second, his eyes were used to its brightness and he walked across the room and opened one of the big glass doors. He filled his lungs with a deep breath of fresh air, and looked across the pool to the other penthouse. The curtains were open, but he couldn't see any activity in the other building, so he walked back across the room and sat down on the couch that faced the open door.
His mind was working overtime as he struggled to find a reason to get alone with Anne again. He knew he couldn't make the first move, because if he did, he'd lose the advantage he now held over her. No, he had to wait until she came to him. His eyes picked up a sign of movement in the penthouse across from him, and he sat up for a better look. It was Anne, and she was standing on a chair by the wall, holding something. He watched her for a second and smiled. She was trying to hang the drapes that covered the wall of glass facing the pool. He watched her struggling with the heavy drapes for a few minutes; then he got up and walked back down the hall to his bedroom.
He stripped the shorts down over his legs and. opened the dresser drawer. It took him a second to find his trunks; then he sat down on the edge of the bed and struggled into them. He stood up in front of the mirror and surveyed himself quickly, brushing out the wrinkles in the tight material; and then he grabbed a towel and walked back into the living room. He didn't pause, but walked straight to the open glass door and out onto the deck that surrounded the pool. He was careful to keep his eyes from the other penthouse as he crossed to the portable bar and poured himself a Scotch. She couldn't have missed seeing him, and now he had to wait for her to ask for help. From there on he could play it his way, but she had to approach him first.
It didn't take her long; he was just stretching along the length of one of the big lounges when he heard her voice.
"Hey, don't get too comfortable; I need your help."
He sat up slowly and turned around to face her; then he set the drink down on the deck beside the couch and stood up.
"What's your problem?"
"Oh, I can't get these damn drapes up. They're too heavy."
Lance grinned and walked across toward her. She stood back to let him through the glass door; then she closed it behind him. Lance looked at the big drapes spread over the carpet and laughed.
"You were trying to hang those all by yourself?"
She stopped in front of him and looked at the drapes.
"Well, I know that seems silly, but I have to have them up before eleven o'clock."
Lance moved across to the chair she had against the window and bent over to pick up the top of the drapes. He stood up on the chair and she kept feeding him material as he placed the drapes on their runners.
"Why before eleven?"
"I advertised for a roommate in last night's paper, and this morning I got a call from a girl who wants to have a look at the place. She's going to be here at eleven."
Lance nodded and kept slipping the big hooks onto the track.
"So we're going to have two neighbors."
"Yes, I don't like living alone. It's twice as much fun if somebody shares a place with you."
Lance looked down at her and grinned. She flushed and pushed the last of the material up to him.
"That's not exactly-what I mean."
Lance laughed and put the last hook onto the track. He stepped down from the chair and walked over to the panel of buttons; then he pressed one and watched with satisfaction as the drapes moved quietly across the glass.
"There's nothing to it, really."
She grinned at him and picked up the chair he'd been standing on. He watched her full curves as she carried the chair over to the wall and put it down. She was poured into the light summer dress, and it clung to every luscious inch of her body. When she bent over to set the chair down, her skirt rode up her legs, and Lance caught a glimpse of her tanned thighs.
He was partially aroused when she turned around, and her eyes dropped to the front of his suit for a second before she looked at him. Lance walked across toward her and stopped in front of the big couch that faced the now-covered windows. He let his eyes move over her body slowly; and then he looked back at her face. There was a slight flush in her cheeks again as he made his interest obvious. Her eyes went back down to the front of his trunks, and Lance spread his legs so she could have a better look at his growing mass.
"How about a thank-you kiss, baby? I've been thinking about you steadily ever since the other day."
She hesitated for a second; then she was all over him, her hands in his hair, her lips pressing tightly against his.
"Oh, Lance! I haven't been able to get you out of my mind! No matter what I'm doing I keep remembering how good it was."
He slipped his hands under her gently and stood up. Her arms were around his shoulders, and her lips tasted the flesh of his arm. Lance walked into the bedroom and dropped her on top of the blue cover. He rolled her over on her side and his hands went to work on the clasp and zipper at the back of her dress. It moved over the strap of her bra and down until he could see the outline of her firm buttocks off the bed; and he pulled the tight dress down over her legs and tossed it on the chair beside the bed.
He looked at her for a second, studying the full globes of her breasts straining against the cups of her bra; and then down over her rounded tummy to the transparent pink panties. They clung to her like a second skin, and he could see the treasure of her sex nestled between her silky thighs. As his hands found the top of the panties and lifted it away from her flesh, he could see a patch of dampness forming on the frilly material below. He pulled them off her gently, and dropped them on top of her dress; then he returned to her and slipped his hands under her golden body to reach the clasp of her bra. She arched her back and watched the movement of his hands in the mirror overhead.
Lance peeled the big cups off slowly, and his breath quickened as the resilient globes bounced free and the nipples began to swell under his gaze. All of a sudden the white trunks were tighter than usual, and he struggled out of them impatiently. She welcomed his hard body with open arms, and Lance rolled on top of her and turned so they were on their sides facing each other in a tight clutch. Lance shifted down along her body until his vibrating shaft was between her legs; then he pulled himself back up the length of her body and kissed her. His hips began a rhythmic back and forth action; and as she felt his swollen column slipping back and forth against the curx of her need, she dug her nails into the flesh of his back and moaned.
His fingers played up and down her back, brushing, rubbing, massaging until she was squirming and undulating her hips against him. She was lost in the pleasure of what he was doing for her, and Lance let his hands move across her back once more; then he rolled off his side of the bed, dropped to the floor on his knees, and turned to face her.
She moaned and crawled across after him, and Lance waited till she was near the edge of the bed; then reached out for her legs and pulled them toward him. He pushed them apart and leaned forward between her thighs, meeting her lips with his. His hands were on her breasts, rolling, teasing the nipples and then he slowly pushed her down on her back. His right hand slipped down over her length and moved between her legs; and while he explored her secret flesh, his lips started a slow trip down her body.
He kissed up and down the big valley between her breasts; then his mouth settled on one erect tip and kissed. His tongue moved and lolled the hard point, and then his teeth were on it, gently nibbling at the swollen flesh. He sucked and teased the nipple for a long time, his hand in steady motion between her legs; and then he lifted his mouth and moved over to give the other bud the same treatment as the first. It grew even larger under his manipulation, and her breath was coming in short gasps by the time his lips left the nipple and started a slow teasing trip over her belly.
His tongue darted into the indentation in the center of her rounded tummy, and he sucked and licked at it before moving downward. Her hands were on his head, urging it down now, and this was the sign he had been waiting for. His palms found the inside of her thighs and pressed them even further apart. He looked at what she was offering him for a second; then his head slipped between her silky thighs and his lips went into action. He kissed up and down, back and forth; and then his tongue was moving, lashing, licking, and his teeth were nipping here and there. She went wild, absolutely savage, her hands moving his head, her legs holding him like a vise. Lance sensed her every wish and answered it immediately. He gave her the best he knew how, and within seconds she was crying out with pleasure as her body quaked and shook with release.
Lance kept at her until she stopped moving; then he lifted her legs and rolled her gently onto the bed. He arranged her on her back and pulled a pillow out from the top of the bed. His right hand lifted her buttocks gently while his left fitted the pillow into place below her dimpled buttocks. She was just beginning to breathe regularly when he slipped in between her firm thighs and drove it to her. Her reaction was immediate ... a low moan ... her fingers clawing at his back ... and he was moving in her gently but firmly, pistoning against her body; and then he poured his lust into her and she arched her back and received him with cries of pleasure and gratitude.
Lance held her closely and listened to her whispered endearments; then he rolled off his supporting elbows and sank into the bed beside her. His hand slipped between her damp thighs and caressed her intimately. He let her talk until her breathing began to become labored again; then he put his lips against her ear. He whispered the words, making her strain to hear them.
"Anne, I think I'm falling in love with you."
He kissed her gently on the cheek and rolled over to the edge of the bed and stood up. Anne lifted herself up to a sitting position and looked over at him as he walked across the room and looked out the window.
"There's something I have to know now. I've never felt like this about a-woman before; it's not something I can explain easily. This is the turning point for me; I can't go any farther with you, or it will be too late."
He turned from the window and crossed over to the bed and sat on the edge. He moved his hand over one proud breast and smiled.
"I want to know if I have a chance with you. If I don't, then I've got to try and forget you, and I think there's still a possibility that I can do that. But if I don't drop it now, it'll be too late."
She threw her arms around his neck and he felt her lips on his shoulder. Lance looked up at the mirror overhead and grinned at his reflection.
"You've got a chance, Lance. A good one. I never dreamed you felt like this; but now that you've told me, I can tell you how I feel. It seems crazy for me to love you this soon, but I think I do."
Lance pulled her head around and kissed her. His hand moved back to her thighs and began to move against her again. He was satisfied with what he'd accomplished; and now he would seal the bargain with the best piece of tail she'd had yet. He climbed up between her spread legs and fitted himself into her now familiar body. She melted at the feel of him; and he started the slow, tantilizing trip to the top. Much, much later he pulled the tight trunks over his limp shaft and walked back to his penthouse. Jim was sitting on the couch facing the glass doors, and he smiled and pointed to the front of Lance's body.
"Looks like you didn't do too well; you're still wearing your trunks."
Lance grinned at him and flopped down on the couch beside his partner.
"Don't you believe it; I just gave the two of us the best workout we've ever had. Christ, she's got a nice body; I could screw that happily for the rest of my life."
"Keep up the good-work, and maybe that's what you'll be doing."
Jim stood up and walked over to the bar. He set his glass down and reached for another one.
"Want a drink?"
"Yeah ... make it a double; I can use all the help I can get."
Jim mixed the two drinks and brought one over for Lance. He put his own up to his lips and drained it in one swallow; then he returned the empty glass to the bar.
"I'm going down to the club for a workout; you want to come?"
Lance looked over at him and frowned. Jim laughed and picked up the car keys from the table.
"Okay, I'll see you in a few hours."
Lance finished the Scotch slowly, letting the booze flow through his body and relax him; then he picked up his towel and went out to the big pool He dropped the towel on one of the lounges and dove into the water; then he swam back and forth across the length of the pool until he was tired, and finally pulled himself up onto the float in the middle of the pool and stretched out on his chest. He let the warm rays of the sun dry him off, and he dropped off in deep sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lance woke up with a start and found himself face to face with Anne. He shook his head to clear out some of the cobwebs and sat up on the float.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist splashing you.; you looked so comfortable."
Lance grinned and rolled off the edge, of the float into the water. She tried to swim away, but he caught her in a few powerful strokes and dragged her under the water. He held her there for a few seconds, and then let her float back to the surface. She sputtered and coughed as she struggled for breath, and Lance laughed and swam to the edge of the pool. He climbed up the ladder and walked over to the lounge where he'd left his towel.
He turned to watch her as she swam to the side of the pool and pulled herself up the ladder. As he dried himself he kept his eyes busy on her body while she walked toward him. The two little strips of blue cloth were doing their damndest to conceal her well-built curves, but Lance could see more than enough of those secret treasures to keep him interested. He tossed her his towel and walked over to the bar while she was drying herself. She was stretched out on one of the lounges by the time he returned with the two drinks, and Lance watched the mounds of her half-exposed breasts rise and fall with her breathing.
He sat on the edge of the lounge that was closest to hers and handed her a drink. She sat up and took it from his hand, and Lance adjusted the back of the lounge for her so she could lean back against it.
When she-was comfortable, he moved his lounge around so it faced her; then he pushed the back up and snapped it into place. He gave her boobs one last look from his vantage point above her; then he leaned down to pick up his drink and flopped onto the lounge on his back.
"Well, did your roommate-to-be like your pad?"
"I don't know. She hardly looked at it. I guess she must have liked it though, because she wants to move in tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Boy, that's fast work."
"Yes, she seemed awfully eager to settle in."
"What's she like?"
"What you mean is: how is she built? Am I right?"
Lance grinned and took a drink from his glass. "Well, that's as good a place as any to start."
"I guess you'd call her fabulous; she has everything a man could want."
Lance grinned again, and ran his tongue around the rim of his lips. "Sounds very interesting; let's hear more."
"You can find cut for yourself tomorrow night. She's very eager to meet you."
"Me? Why, does she know me?"
"She said that she'd met you a couple of times."
Lance took another drink from his glass and got up. He walked over to the bar and poured some more Scotch over the ice.
"What's her name?"
Anne's back was to him now; and as he turned to carry the drink back, his eyes traveled the length of her shapely body. He was just behind the lounge when she spoke.
"Linda ... Linda Sands, I think she said."
Lance stopped in his tracks and almost poured his drink on top of Anne. All kinds of thoughts shot through his mind, and each one sent a shiver of panic up his spine. He couldn't decide why Linda was moving in with Anne, but he knew one thing for sure; she'd be up to no good, and it would mean nothing but trouble for him. Anne turned her head to see what was keeping him, and Lance managed a small smile as he moved past her and settled back down into the lounge.
"I was trying to place the name; I've heard it before, but I can't remember where or when."
"It was probably at a party or something. Say ... how about refreshing this drink?"
Lance was lost in his own thoughts and didn't hear her until she repeated her question. He stood up and took the glass out of her hand; then he moved back to the bar and poured her a new drink. He needed time to think now; time to plan some kind of defense for whatever Linda had in mind-that is, if a defense would be necessary. Maybe she just wanted to move close by so she could get her tail easier; but somehow Lance knew that even if that had been her original intention, the possibilities of what she had found would appeal to her, and she would use them to get what she wanted ... namely him. Lance carried Anne's drink back to her, picked up his own, and downed it. He turned to Anne, and bent to kiss her on the crest of her right breast.
"I'm sorry, but I have to leave you now. I've got a business deal cooking, and it's too important to miss."
"Sure, go ahead. I'll see you later tonight, okay?"
"I don't know, Anne. It depends what happens this afternoon; I'll let you know one way or the other."
He picked up his towel and hurried back toward the penthouse. He bent to pick up the telephone book as he passed the phone, and then made straight for his room. He slammed the door behind him and tossed the phone book onto the bed; then he crossed over to the table and pulled a ciagrette out of his pack. He sat back on the bed as he lit it; and-when he'd had a drag, he opened the book and began to run his finger down the page. He found her number, and his finger went to work on the dial. She picked it up before it had a chance to complete one full ring.
"What took you so long, lover boy?"
Lance was taken back by the sureness in her voice, and for a second he was tempted to hang the phone up. She had been waiting for him to call, and the fact that she could be so sure of herself pissed Lance off. He hated having a broad predict his actions, especially if she were right.
"What the hell are you up to?"
"Cool down, boy. You get into your car and pick me up in fifteen minutes; we're going out to that wonderful cabin of yours and have a long talk."
"Like hell we are, you bitch! I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Fifteen minutes, Lance. Any longer and I might get upset enough to phone my new roommate and tell her a few things about her new boy friend."
Lance opened his mouth, but the line went dead in his hand. He cursed and slammed the receiver back into its cradle. He ground the cigarette out in the ash tray and looked at his watch; then he picked up the phone again and dialed. He heard a voice on the other end, and he stopped cursing to himself.
"Is that you, Harry?"
"Yes, sir."
"This is Lance Rogers. Look, Harry, is Mr. Hamilton still there?"
"No, sir; he left about ten minutes ago."
"Thanks; that's all I wanted to know."
"Very good, sir."
Lance dropped the phone down and pulled out another cigarette. He was hoping like hell that Jim would come straight back to the penthouse. He couldn't risk letting Linda make the call to Anne; he was too bloody close to getting her to marry him. He managed to concentrate long enough to get himself into some fresh clothes, and then he went back into the living room, picked up the phone, and dialed the garage.
"When Mr. Hamilton comes in, give me a call, will you? And keep the car out; I want to use it right away."
It seemed like hours later when the phone rang, but in reality it had been only five minutes. Lance picked it up before it had a chance to ring the second time, and smiled.
"Good. Thanks, I'll be right down."
He met Jim in between elevators, and hurried by, calling back over his shoulder: "It's a long story, and I don't have the time. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Jim made a grab for him and leaned against the wall. "Hey, I need the car tonight."
Lance laughed and walked into the elevator. "Take a taxi; you can afford it."
Lance didn't waste any time getting out of the garage; and as he nosed the big car through the traffic quickly and efficiently, he kept glancing at his watch. He wouldn't quite make it, but then he knew that she wouldn't make the phone call, because she knew damn well that he was on his way. She had him where she wanted him, and thinking about it made Lance furious. By the time he pulled the Continental into the curb in front of her apartment building, he was boiling. He shut the car off and looked out over the hood blankly for a few seconds; then he exhaled a deep breath of air and opened the door. She had him, all right, and he knew the only smart thing to do was give in to her happily and try to make the best of it. If he told her where to get off, she'd ruin his chances with Anne without a second's hesitation.
She was coming down the steps by the time he got around to the passenger side of the car, and he waited for her and then opened the door and held it for her. She gave him a big smile, and he returned it and walked back around the other side and started the big motor. He didn't say anything as they drove down the heavily congested streets, and she didn't volunteer any conversation of her own.
He glanced at her from time to time, and on each occasion he found her eyes studying his body. She was sizing him up for her private collection, and he felt himself getting angry again. He fought against it, and by the time they were out on the open highway, he had suppressed his anger and prepared to meet her on friendly, but cautious, terms. He still had something she wanted very badly; he wasn't without bargaining power, and that was enough to give him something to fight with. She watched him as he guided the ragtop along the nearly deserted road; and as he settled down and relaxed back into the thickly padded seat, she smiled and put her hand on his arm.
"Still mad?"
Lance looked away from the road, and his eyes moved over her body slowly and deliberately.
"No, it's pretty hard to be mad at a broad who you're about to sleep with; especially if she's built like you; but I have a feeling I'm not going to like whatever you've cooked up in that possessive little head of yours."
"Oh, it's not as bad as all that. Pull over for a second, and I'll explain it to you.'?
Lance caught sight of the steel railing, and turned the car onto the bridge approach.
"We might as well go on up to the cabin; it's only a short distance down the road."
"No, I'd rather we got it straightened out here; I've got different ideas about how I want to spend the time at the cabin."
Lance shrugged his shoulders and pulled off as soon as the ragtop was past the railing at the other end of the bridge. He switched off the lights and shut the ignition off; then he swiveled in the seat and leaned against the door.
"Okay, let's have it."
"I wasn't sure until I talked to you on the phone, but it's obvious that I've fallen smack in the middle of your little plan to settle down with a loaded broad, right?"
Lance pulled out a cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket, and pushed the lighter in on the dash. His mind was working frantically again, to stay one step ahead of her.
"I don't know. You're the one who seems to have all the answers."
"Yes, it's true-or you wouldn't be here right now. It's funny, because I didn't plan it this way. Oh sure, I looked until I found your address, and I was all set to move into the same building so I'd be closer to you, but it was strickly good luck that led me to your little pigeon. You've done a good job on her; she's all dewy-eyed over you already."
Lance pulled the lighter out when it popped and held it up to his cigarette. He knew there was no sense in denying what she had said; it was obvious as hell. He cursed himself silently for ever telling Linda about his plan.
"Okay, so you know. What do you intend to do about it?"
"Nothing, lover-nothing at all. All I ask is equal time, and of course it doesn't cost me anything from now on."
His eyes roved over her body; and even though he was mad at the situation she had him in, he couldn't help but admire her fabulous build. He knew he could do one of two things ... give Anne up or do what Linda wanted, and hope it would work out. Anne was too damn good an opportunity to pass up; and if all Linda wanted was a little tail, it wouldn't be much trouble fixing her up.
"Okay, you've got yourself a deal, but you open your mouth to Anne and I'll beat hell out of you."
Linda settled back into the seat and smiled across at him. Lance knew she was gloating, but he had accepted her terms; and if she stuck to her part of the bargain, he didn't give a damn. It wasn't going to be too tough on him; she had a well-stacked body, and she knew how to use it. She moved across the seat toward him, and he felt her lips on his neck.
"Now that that's settled, let's go on up to the cabin, and enjoy the rest of the night. There are so many things I want to try with you."
Lance turned the key; and when the big motor roared into action, he flipped on the lights and shot off the gravel onto the pavement, the tires complaining loudly. Her hand was resting on his thigh, and it dropped between his legs and began to search. He wasn't hard to find; at the first touch of her fingers on his thigh he'd begun to grow; and by the time the headlights lit up the gate, she had the front of his pants open and she was cupping and caressing him. Lance opened the door and stepped out. The pants slipped down to his knees, and he pushed them the rest of the way down his legs and tossed them into the back seat of the car. Her eyes followed him across the front of the car, and she watched his shaft swaying like a giant palm as he undid the lock and opened the gate. When he stepped back into the car and sat down, her hands went back to him and she bent her head.
"So big ... mmm...."
Lance forgot his anger as she kissed and lashed at him with her tongue. He pulled the convert up beside the cabin, switched out the lights, and turned it off; then he settled back into the soft seat and let her finish him. His hands were in her hair, urging and directing her movements; and when the end came, he lifted his buttocks up off the seat and groaned with satisfaction. She stayed with him until he stopped shuddering; then her lips were on his cheek, and he heard her words through a haze of passion.
"You won't regret this; I'll give you thrills that you didn't know existed."
Lance struggled for breath; and as he stepped out of the car and waited for her to follow, his hands found her generous breasts and rubbed them gently. He didn't doubt for a moment that she could do exactly what she said; and he knew he'd enjoy every second of it. The one thing he wanted to remember was that the broad with the lovely body, standing in front of him, was a scheming bitch who was determined to have him for herself. He knew bloody well that he couldn't trust her for a second, and yet he also knew that he couldn't deny the urges that she set ablaze in his loins.
She followed him into the cabin; and as she set a match to the fire, he mixed them drinks. They sat in front of the fire until it was going strong; then Lance watched in fascination as Linda did a strip for him. Every part of her stacked form was in rhythm with the drum beat that came from the stereo, and the flickering flames of the fire exposed her womanly charms in a mysterious and sensual way, leaving areas exposed for a second, and then letting them plunge into darkness. His eyes played over her body, but most of his attention was focused on her big breasts; and when she stripped off her bra and exposed them to him, he stood up and pulled the shorts off his body. His shirt followed, and then he sat back into the couch and encircled his throbbing shaft. He held it out to her, contracting his muscles and making it jerk and beckon to her. Linda made him wait while she sensuously snaked her body to the beat of the drums; and when she could hold back no longer, she put her palms under her mammoth breasts and held them out to him.
"You like them, don't you? They're so big and firm."
She moved toward him slowly, her hips swaying tantilizingly to the primitive beat of the drums. Lance removed his hand as she got close to him, and she lifted her breasts and separated them. He watched in utter fascination as she dropped down in front of him, letting his shaft slide into the deep valley between her huge orbs; and then she pushed them back together and he almost passed out from the sensation of the soft, but firm, flesh pressing in on his twitching rod. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and then he felt those big breasts moving against him, and he groaned and threw his hips up off the couch, driving himself further into the tight warmth she was providing for him. Her fingers moved down the sides of the big mounds, and she took her nipples in her fingers and began to rub them up and down against his thighs and belly.
. Lance groaned and moved his hands to the outside of the resilient globes; then he pressed them tightly together and began to lift and drop his buttocks. The novel method and the sensuous dance she had put on for him had worked him up to a feverish pitch; after a few strokes against the firm flesh, he was pouring his passion into the deep valley, his groans of animal gratification drowned out the drums on the stereo. He convulsed and shuddered against her as the pleasure ripped through his body; then his buttocks dropped back to the couch, and he looked up at her through lust-hooded eyes.
She stood up in front of him, the big globes swaying gently back and forth before his eyes; then she lifted her hand to the valley between them and rubbed her fingers in the dampness.
"I guess I'd better go take a shower. It'll give you time to rest up anyway; the next one is up to you."
He watched her jutting buttocks swing and rub together as she walked out of the room, and he felt his need being rekindled already. Lance was convinced that as long as that broad was in a room with him, he'd be up and ready no matter how many times he'd gone previously. He reached over for his drink and drained the glass. By the time he'd poured himself a fresh one, he wanted her again; and he carried it down the hall to the bathroom. He took a drink, and then pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in with her.
She was busily lathering her breasts; and he gently took the soap out of her hands and finished the job for her. She was playing with his erect column; and by the time he'd rinsed the soap off her hard nipples, he couldn't wait any longer.
He stepped out of the shower, and then lifted her out and set her down in front of him. He picked up a towel and opened her legs and dried the dark triangle quickly; then he lifted her up and sat her on the counter across from the shower. She knew what he had in mind, and she spread her legs eagerly. Lance looked at the gaping invitation she had given him; then he smiled and picked up the glass of Scotch. He moved it in between her thighs; and while his left hand held her open, he poured the contents of the glass over and into her. Her legs closed on his hand, and she bolted up into a sitting position. "Hey, that burns."
Lance laughed and opened her legs again. He set the glass aside and dropped down in front of her.
"Well, in that case, I guess I'd better put the-fire out."
As his lips made contact, she dropped her legs over his shoulders and pulled him closer to her. Lance's, tongue darted, and she cried out with pleasure, and then her hands were on the back of his head, urging him on. The previous encounter had really worked her up, and Lance kissed at her furiously, knowing that he wouldn't have to keep up the manipulation of his tongue for any length of time. He lost himself in an attack to achieve one end, and It didn't take long for him to satisfy her. Her head flew back against the mirror, and a deep groan gurgled up from her throat as she hurled her lower body at him and thrashed against him. Lance didn't slow his pace until she was sighing happily; then he picked her up and carried her down the hall to the bedroom.
He didn't bother to put on the light as he entered the familiar room. He set her down gently on her feet at the side of the bed while he stripped the covers aside; then he lifted her again and stretched her out on the cool sheet. He crawled up beside her, and her arms were around him, and he was lashing at her tongue with his as his hands moved over her lust-filled body, leaving trails of tingling heat. Lance rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him; then his hands found her hot breasts and his fingers teased and rolled the hard tips while she completed their union and began to bounce and twist above him. She thudded down on him again and again; and as she picked up the pace, he lifted his buttocks off the sheet to meet her, and a jolt thundered through his body as he hit bottom over and over again. She tocked, twisted, and spun on him until they were both lost in the searing heat of their passion; and then he was coming,. and his mind went blank, oblivious of everything around him as stars and rockets of ecstasy shot through his body.
That's how the bed received them, and they repeated the scene again and again as the night wore on, never sleeping, allowing their bodies to rest only as long as was physically necessary; and then with the first light of dawn they collapsed in each other's arms and fell into an exhausted sleep on top of the sweat-saturated sheet.
She woke him an hour later, and they dressed and left the cabin. Linda spent the time it took them to get into town working on her make-up and trying to smooth the wrinkles out of her clothing. Lance didn't speak; it took all his attention to keep the car on the road, and several times his tired eyes closed and the big car swung into the gravel on the shoulder of the road until he fought it back up onto the pavement. He parked" the' car at the curb in front of her apartment and got out to open her door for her. She kissed him on the cheek and leaned against the side of the convertible.
"You're good, Lance; most men find it impossible to keep up with me. You're the first one that lasted until I was ready to yell uncle."
Lance shut the door and looked into the eyes that had been so-filled with passion a few hours ago.
"Keep that in mind, baby. Remember that I'll be around just as long as you keep your mouth shut; you say one word to Anne and I won't touch you with a ten-foot pole."
She grinned at him and stepped away from the car.
"It feels like that's what you used on me; don't worry, if you keep me as happy as I was last night, I'll keep my mouth shut."
Her eyes moved over the lean length of his body once more, and then she started walking toward the door of the apartment. His eyes followed the swinging motion of her hips until she disappeared into the building; then he walked around the front of the car and opened his door. He settled into the thickly padded seat and pulled his rumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He put one between his lips, and his hand automatically searched for the lighter on the dash and pushed it in. He'd gotten himself into a real jam this time; after spending the night with Linda, he knew she was a nympho; and no matter how good he was, he was going to have one hell of a time trying to give Anne his best and satisfy the stacked brunette at the same time.
His hand found the key, and he started the motor, then looked into the rear-view mirror and pulled the big car out onto the road. His tired brain struggled with the problem that plagued him, but he couldn't reach an answer in his exhausted state. He drove the car through the quiet streets quickly, and parked in the garage below the apartment block. He was convinced that he couldn't go on giving Linda what she wanted; not if he was going to get Anne into a marriage bed. And yet she had his back to the wall, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
He rubbed his hand over the stubble on his chin and yawned as he waited for the elevator to come down to the basement; and when he got inside, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. His body ached all over; every joint complained when he moved; every muscle was a tight knot. He'd never spent a night like it before; she had come climbing over to him again and again, until, finally, she just didn't have the strength to cross the few inches that separated them.
Lance had been amazed at his own endurance; he'd always been able to perform several times in one night, and had been called on to do just that on several occasions at gang bangs; but never as often as the night that had just passed. Her mouth and hands had never ceased to work on him; and each time that she came back, he rose to her call and drove his renewed need into her lusting body.
Once inside the penthouse, he made straight for the bar and picked up a bottle of Scotch and a large glass. He was going to try and have a shower before he crawled into his bed, and the booze was the only thing that was going to keep him on his feet long enough to accomplish it. Somehow he made it; and as he slipped between the cool sheets, his hand released the grip on the half-empty bottle and sleep came to his exhausted body.
CHAPTER NINE
It was one-thirty when Lance rolled out of the bed and looked at the clock. The sleep had refreshed him, and he moved his arms and smiled when his muscles didn't complain. He stood up and walked across the room to the dresser and pulled a pair of clean shorts out of the drawer; then he went into the bathroom and started to clean up. Once he'd shaved and brushed his teeth, the world looked a lot brighter; and he felt like himself again. He pulled the shorts on and walked out of his room and down the hall to Jim's bedroom door. It was open, and he looked in and found the room empty. "Looking for me?"
Lance turned toward the living room and smiled as Jim stood up from the couch and walked over to the bar to pour himself another drink. Lance turned down his offer of a drink with a shake of his head and collapsed into the big couch. Jim looked up from the glass he was filling and grinned.
"What the hell happened to you last night? Even after sleeping most of the day, you look like you've been dragged through a knot hole."
"It's a long story. Sit down and I'll fill you in."
Lance explained how Linda had moved in with Anne and guessed what was happening between himself and Anne; and when he was through, Jim set the glass down on the edge of the table and reached for a cigarette.
"Christ, that's a rough one. What the hell are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet. Actually, there isn't much I can do except go along with her; I don't want to blow my chances with Anne. I think I've got her damn near ready to marry me."
"That doesn't leave any choice at all. You'll have to keep putting it to Linda, or she'll screw you with Anne. From the sounds of it, I don't think that nympho is going to be satisfied with what she's got anyway. She wants you for herself; and if I know broads, she'll screw you up with Anne anyway; she's just going along with you now because you're willing to give her what she wants."
"So what the hell do I do about it?"
Jim shrugged his shoulders and picked up his glass for another swallow.
"Don't ask me, buddy. I wouldn't be in your shoes if you paid me."
"The only way out I can see, is to work on Anne as hard as I can. If I can get her to leave this burg and marry me somewhere else, it'll be too late for Linda to bugger it up. It's going to be pretty bloody hard to pull off, with Linda in the same apartment as her, but it's worth a try."
Jim downed his drink and returned the. empty glass to the bar. He turned around and looked back at his partner on the couch.
"You really want this bad, don't you?"
Lance stood up and walked across the room to the big glass doors. He stared out over the sun deck and pool, his eyes moving over the drawn drapes in the other penthouse.
"Yeah, I want it so bad I can taste it; especially now that I'm so close."
"I don't know what the hell to say then; if it were me, I'd tell the bitch to spill the beans. What the hell, you've had some good tail from each of them; forget it, and look for another broad with money."
Lance shook his head and turned away from the glass doors. He kicked at a chair viciously and flopped back onto the couch. "I can't now; I'm too damn close to making the top."
Jim shrugged his shoulders and ran his fingers through his blond hair. "Okay, if that's the way it has to be, you might as well decide to keep satisfying the nympho needs of that big-boobed brunette; because she sure as hell isn't going to do you a favor and drop out of the picture."
Lance nodded and looked out at the other penthouse. He stood up and walked over to the hall.
"I'm going to get dressed and go get some breakfast. Keep an eye on those two over there, and let me know if one of them goes out."
"You'll be at the restaurant down the street?" Lance nodded and walked down to his bedroom. He slipped into some slacks and a sport shirt; then walked back into the living room and started for the door.
"If Linda calls, tell her I'm in bed, will you? She should buy that, after last night."
Jim grinned and turned his eyes back to the other penthouse.
Lance ate his breakfast quickly, barely tasting the food as his mind worked feverishly. By the time he was coming back into the lobby of the apartment blobk, he had made up his mind. He would go on this way as long as Linda didn't increase her demands on him; at the same time, he would spend as much. time as possible working on Anne. He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't see Linda coming out of the elevator. She hadn't seen him yet, and he took a side step to his right and disappeared through the door marked "stairs". He gave her enough time to get outside the apartment; then he pushed the door open and walked toward the elevator.
When he stepped out at the top, he made straight for Anne's door and pushed the bell. His eyes moved over her body as she opened it, and his appreciation of the tight shorts and skimpy halter showed in his face.
She waved him in and shut the door behind him. Lance turned and waited for her, and she fell into his open arms with a small moan. His hands moved to the mounds of her buttocks, and he stroked her resilient flesh through the tight shorts as his lips found hers and kissed. Her hands were all over his body, and her breathing was labored when he raised his head and looked down at her. He lifted her and carried her down the hall to her bedroom, his hands and lips moving on her as he walked. He set her on her feet in front of the big bed, and her hands moved quickly to the back of the halter and stripped it off her heaving mounds. His eyes burned into her flesh as he stripped his shirt and pants off; then he moved to her and stripped the open shorts and panties down off her quivering body.
As he bent to lift them off her feet, his lips sank into the soft warmth of her thighs and his tongue moved against the blonde curls.
"Oh god ... I've been wanting you all day; when the doorbell rang, I couldn't get there fast enough."
Lance pushed her gently back to the bed; and when her legs touched it, she fell back and opened her thighs for him. His lips found her again and he teased her, moving back and forth on the outside, leaving a trail of hot kisses over her belly and inner thighs.
"Oh, Lance ... I don't want you to leave again. I want you with me always; I don't think I could stand to spend another eight hours away from you."
Lance lifted his lips from the damp juncture of her thighs and stood up in front of her. Her eyes rested on the front of his shorts, and he stuck his thumb into the waistband and pushed them slowly down over his erect shaft. She let out a small cry as he-was fully exposed to her, and her arms went around his waist as her lips searched and found him. He pushed her away gently and laid her out on the bed; then he climbed up and settled himself between her open thighs. Her hands found him and guided; and when he felt himself sinking into her warmth, he halted his forward motion and kissed her lightly on the lips. He held himself there, so close to giving her what her body was begging for, and yet giving her only enough to tantilize her.
"Anne ... I can't see you again unless I can have you forever. I want you ... with a passion I've never known before ... and unless you tell me you'll marry me ... and kill my fears that I might lose you ... I'll have to walk out of your life forever."
Her face was twisted with lust, and he gave her another inch as his lips sunk down to envelope a swollen nipple. Her words came out in jerky lust-filled spasms as his mouth worked on her.
"Oh ... Lance ... yes, we'll be married ... yes ... yes."
He smiled and drove his hips into her arched body; and as she felt him sliding deeper into her craving body, her head lashed back into the pillow under her and her mouth fell open.
"Ohh ... god ... unn...."
Her buttocks churned below him, and his senses lost themselves in the increasing pleasure that filled his body; in the hammering thrusts of his hips; the bouncing of her buttocks cradled in his palms; the clamping of her thighs around him, and the thrill of her heels as they dug into the flesh of her buttocks. They rose higher and higher up the ladder to fulfillment; then there was a moment of nerve-shattering balance, and they exploded together as he drove into her again. They twisted and clutched at each other as they rode down from the peak, their bodies quivering and shuddering against each other.
They rested against each other, their hot hips touching; and then she turned and her mouth was on his, her tongue searching and lashing as it met his. Lance moved his hands over her body, searching, exploring,-as he rubbed and kneaded her silky flesh. Her lips moved from his and kissed along his cheek.
"Give me a week to arrange things; we'll use the time to get to know each other better, and then we'll have each other for always."
Lance answered by moving his lips to hers again; and as he kissed, his fingers moved down over her belly and slipped into the moist warmth between her thighs. He caressed her intimately; and when she rolled over on her back and urged him on top of her, he complied quickly; and once again he was riding above her proud body, pistoning his shaft into her warmth until she cried out in ecstasy and her buttocks shot up off the bed to meet his hammering blows.
He paid homage to her body with his lips, traveling over the entire surface of her succulent curves; and then when she moaned with renewed need, his tongue lashed out to satisfy her, and he brought her over the summit again. Her whispered murmurings of thanks filled the room as he dressed and bent to kiss her heaving breasts; then he stood up beside the bed and smiled down at her.
"Tonight ... my place ... eight o'clock."
She nodded and watched him walk out of the room. Lance opened the big glass doors and started across the sundeck. The smile that covered his face left no doubt in Jim's mind as to what had happened, and as Lance came into the penthouse he grinned and clapped his hands together.
"She said she'd marry you."
Lance laughed, and dropped his hands to the front of his pants. He brushed it back and forth a couple of times as he walked across to the bar.
"She said she'd marry this."
Jim laughed and tossed Lance his empty glass. "You're lucky it isn't detachable."
Lance chuckled and poured them a couple of drinks. He had it made now; if he could keep Linda happy long enough to make Anne carry out her promise. He and Jim spent the rest of the afternoon playing cards and drinking. They went out to get something to eat at five, and Jim left Lance as they came out of the restaurant and headed for an appointment with one of their customers. Lance grinned as he watched his friend hop into a taxi; and then he started back toward the apartment block.
He opened the front door of the penthouse and looked at the dress lying over the arm of the big couch. As he closed the door behind him, his eyes moved from the rim of the couch toward the hall. There was a slip on the first stair that led up into the hallway from the sunken living room, and just one cup of a frilly white bra was visible on the carpet of the hallway. Lance looked at his watch and smiled. It was only seven-thirty; she was early. He began stripping off his clothes as he walked across the living room and turned into the hall. He smiled as he tossed his shorts on top of a pair of transparent panties that lay just in front of his bedroom door.
He pushed it open gently and made out the enticing curves under his sheet on his bed. His hand moved to the light switch; and as the room filled with light, his smile faded. Linda sat up and leaned back into the big pillow at the top of the bed. The sheet fell off her mammoth breasts, and they stuck out proudly twoard him, the nipples hard with passion.
"Welcome back; you just made it in time. I got. so hot thinking about you that I was just about to play with myself."
Lance slammed the door behind him and looked down at the front of his body. The thought of Anne waiting for him in the bedroom had turned the trick, and his rigid shaft was swaying gently back and forth in front of him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Linda smiled and pulled the sheet down off the rest of her body. "Now, is that any way to talk to a woman in need? What's wrong? Were you expecting someone else? Maybe that snotty-nosed bitch from next door?"
Lance walked over to the bed and picked her up. He slammed her against the wall none too gently, and let her fall to the floor.
"You know damn well I'm expecting her. She's going to be here any minute; now get into your clothes and get the hell out of here."
Linda lifted her hands to cup her breasts; and as she held them out to him, her eyes moved over his still-aroused body.
"Careful, lover boy; you'd better be good to me, or I'll tell her what you're really after. I'm not going anywhere; I came to watch you put that delightful monster of yours into her, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I suggest you go out and pick up my clothes, or she might not come in here; it looks pretty bad, especially since you seem to have lost yours on the way in here too."
Lance resisted the urge to smash his fist in her smiling face and stepped back from temptation.
"Look ... you can't sit here and watch us, for Christ's sake."
"Why not? I think it would be very interesting, especially when I know you're going to put it into me as soon as she leaves. Don't worry, lover; I'll hide in the closet over there and leave the door open enough to watch what's going on. She'll be so engrossed in what you're doing for her that she'll never even notice me."
Lance looked across at her and then went over to the door. He turned back to her and his eyes moved over her body.
"Man, you really have some crazy ways to get your kicks, don't you?"
She laughed and started across the room toward the closet. "To each his own, baby. You get yours your way, and I'll get mine my way."
Lance closed the door behind her and walked out into the living room. He glanced at his watch as he moved and quickly bent down to gather up the clothing that was spread across the room. He took one last look around and, satisfied that he had all of it, he went back to the bedroom.
Linda was standing in front of the open closet door admiring herself in the big mirror. He watched as her hand moved over her breast and caressed and rubbed the hard tips. The doorbell rang, and Lance moved across to the closet quickly and tossed the clothing inside. He looked for a robe, and finding one, slipped it on and turned back to Linda, who was now caressing herself livingly between her parted thighs. Lance grabbed her arm and pushed her toward the closet; then he closed the door, leaving a small crack. He glanced around the room, and then went out to answer the bell.
She was wearing stretch pants and a tight summer blouse that did little to hide the generous swell of her breasts. He closed the door behind her and she turned to kiss him. Her eyes moved down over the front of the robe as he crossed to her and she smiled.
"I see you've been thinking about me."
Lance followed the angle of her eyes, and saw the tent formed in the front of the robe. He smiled and reached for her. Their lips met, and his tongue broke through her teeth and lashed at hers. Her hands vent to the front of his robe and opened it to allow her to touch his body. Lance let her fondle him for a second; then he took her hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom. As she worked the robe over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Lance found the buttons on the back of the blouse and opened them. He stepped out of the folds of his robe; and, as her hands moved to his pulsing shaft, he slipped her blouse off and opened the hooks of her bra. It clung to her mounds for a second; then it fell away from them and slipped down her arms. She pulled her hands from his body long enough to strip it off; then her fingers were on him again, caressing, massaging, sending jolts of need through his body.
He lifted her gently and carried her over to the big bed; and as she stretched out on it, she arched her back and helped him as he putted the tight pants down off her body. Only the transparent panties separated them now, and his fingers slipped under the top eagerly and pulled them down over her firm rump. They stayed there for a second while he bent his head and kissed at the blonde triangle, and then he pulled them off impatiently and tossed them on the floor.
He took her slowly, letting her savor every thrill he bestowed upon her, his body working overtime to give her anything she wanted. She lurched in his arms and cried out as the jolts of passion ripped through her body. Lance held her close for a few minutes, his hands and lips moving on her; then he stood up beside the bed and smiled down at her relaxed body.
"Happy?"
She smiled up at him and nodded, a small sigh of contentment escaping from her sensuous lips. His eyes moved to the closet, and the smile on his face disappeared. The door-was open a full six inches, and he could see the outline of Linda's face. He looked back down at the lovely blonde as she stretched her cat-like body; then he bent to kiss her lightly.
"I hate to break this up, baby, but Jim phoned just before you got here, and he's going to be back early tonight. I tried to talk him out of it, but he says there are some papers that he's got to work on. He should be here in a few minutes."
She sat up and dropped her legs over the side of the bed.
"We could go over to my place, but I expect Linda back any time."
Lance leaned forward and filled his palms with her big breasts. His fingers ran over the tips lightly, and he watched them swell under his manipulation.
"Don't worry; I won't be able to stay away from you for long. How about meeting me for a swim around midnight? That float was made for lovemaking; it has a natural bounce of its own."
She moved her hands up and rested them on top of his exploring fingers.
"I'll be there."
Lance leaned back on the bed and rested against the pillows as she picked up her clothes and put them on. He kept up a conversation with her so she would have her back to the closet; and when she was dressed, he led her back through the living room and let her out the big glass doors. He watched her walk across the deck. He returned her wave as she disappeared into the other building. Lance moved across the room and pressed the button that closed the drapes; then he went back into the bedroom.
CHAPTER TEN
Linda was already on the bed when he got there. She-was spread-eagled, and her right hand was working furiously between her thighs. When she saw him, she pulled the hand free and held out her arms to him.
"Oh ... god, Lance ... hurry; I did myself three times in there while you were riding that blonde bitch."
Lance felt nothing but revulsion as he watched her squirming body, but as he got closer to the bed he felt the intense lust she was sending forth and his nostrils filled with the smell of her need. His thoughts disappeared, and he became a male animal drawn to a hot female.
He climbed onto the bed and slipped between her widely spread thighs; then he was over her and in her, and she was moaning and twisting below his thrusting body. His lips found her breasts and kissed every inch of the mounds; then his tongue reached for a hard nipple, and she drove his head against hers as'he lashed and sucked at it. He slipped his hands under her bouncing body and filled them with the cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh as he hammered at her with his hips.
Lance began to rock back and forth with each downward stroke, and she cried happily. He felt her legs tightening on him as she crossed her ankles behind him and arched her back to lift herself even higher for him. Lance raked her breasts, sides, and tummy with his fingernails, moving over the quivering flesh lightly; and she showed her appreciation by the shudders that telegraphed through her hips to meet his thrusting shaft. He felt the pressure building in his loins. Suddenly it was too much for him to stand; and he hesitated, his body glued to hers. His eyes saw the strain in her face; and with a small cry of pleasure, she jacknifed her hips below him, and the motion broke the fine balance, and she felt him pouring out his lust.
His hips jerked into action as soon as the first tremor ripped through him; and when she felt that first gush of warmth, her hips began to rotate against him. Lance grunted as each spurt of passion sent a tumult of pleasure slashing through his body, and Linda's groans of satisfaction gurgled deep in her throat with every blissful drive of her erupting shaft. Lance felt her thundering convulsions as they vibrated through her body; and then he hit her with one final stroke, and let her writhing body drain him of his lust. His head fell forth to the heaving cushion of her breasts; and his arms slipped around her and pulled her over on her side against him. She worked her hand between their panting bodies, and he felt her warm fingers toying with the spheres that had so recently held what now filled her satisfied body.
Lance felt himself growing inside her again, and he allowed her to push him over onto his back. He rested back into the luxury of the soft bed and watched her as she drew up the length of his erect shaft and got into a kneeling position. She sat poised above him for a second; and then she slid slowly down the shaft to his body. Lance felt a tingling sensation of pleasure as she dropped, and his hips lifted up to greet her. She began an up and down movement, and his buttocks rose and fell on the bed as he found himself caught up in the heat of her body. Linda leaned forward over him, and her big breasts swung back and forth inches from his chest. His eyes were on the swollen nipples; and she watched his face as she slowly lowered the full mounds to him. The tips grazed his chest, and he felt the muscles tighten in his body as a wave of sensual delight moved along his body. He felt her tighten, and the action caused him to jerk deep within her.
The sensation it caused sent her senses reeling and she kept up the brushing motions of her big hillocks. Lance was amazed at the effect the hot buds had on him; at each and every touch of the full peaks his body tensed and a tremor careened through him. She repeated the action again and again, and there was no need for her to move on him. He felt her pressing herself against him, driving his pulsing arousal deeper and deeper into the moist warmth between her thighs. Her hands were guiding the red hot nipples now, moving them in circles on his chest and belly.
Lance moved his hands around to her buttocks, and he cupped and squeezed the flesh while she thrilled him with her breasts. One hand stayed on a firm cheek, and the other found the valley and dove to its depth. His hand caressed back and forth along the cavern, and his fingertip finally came to rest against his own shaft. He stroked the sensitive flesh around his throbbing arousal, and then his finger moved along its length, slipping into the warmth. Linda let out a little cry of pleasure, and crushed her breasts against the matted hair on his chest. His finger began to move, and he bounced her up and down above him as his senses lost themselves in the big nipples poking into his chest.
She picked up his motion and began to bounce above him, letting him meet her as she was coming down, and her fingers went to work on the muscled flesh of his buttocks, rubbing, kneading, massaging, and then probing. The sensations of pleasure that he felt became unbearable, and Lance groaned and fought for breath. His hips shot up off the bed; and-when she felt the searing heat of his discharge, she rocked back and forth on him furiously, and there was a shrill cry of ecstasy as her body convulsed and then shook through a series of spasmodic shudders. They rode the wave of pleasure back down, their bodies jerking and driving automatically as their minds basked in the delight of gratification; then Linda let out a last groan of pleasure and dropped onto his exhausted frame.
Lance knew she wouldn't be satisifed for more than a few minutes, and he wanted to have at least some rest in between bouts. He didn't give her time to fully recover before he pushed her gently over on her back. His hands went to her quivering breast as he sat up beside her, and then he shifted his right hand down to her widely spread legs and began to rub back and forth over the triangle of damp darkness. As soon as she felt him, her knees came up and she squeezed her thighs together against his moving hand.
She started to reach for him, but Lance pulled himself further down the bed, and his hand began to probe to take her mind off him. It worked; at the first touch of his injected finger she arched her back and dug her head into the softness of the bed. Lance slowed down the motion of his finger, not wanting to end it too quickly; then he moved two more fingers into the soft moistness. They worked independently of each other during the in and out thrusts, and he smiled as he watched her face contort with the pleasure he was bringing her.
He kissed his way up the side of her body and finally captured a swollen nipple between his lips. His tongue lashed over and around it, and she groaned and her mouth dropped open. There was a pause while she fought for breath, and then she strained, and her back arched so far Lance thought it would break. As her thighs clamped tighter on his hand, he sped up the motion of his fingers; and his teeth sank into the hot nipple. She held herself there for a second, poised with every muscle tense; and then she let out a grunt of pleasure, floating in the ecstasy he had given her; and the whole bed shook as she ground herself against his thrusting hand.
It took her a long time; there were several small shudders from her, and then all hell broke loose and Lance struggled to keep his hand with her. She bounced and squirmed all over the bed, her breathing coming in short gasps between mumbled obscenities that were intermittently punctuated with sighs and groans of pleasure. Lance managed to stay with her, and his fingers didn't cease their thrusting and exploring until she finally collapsed in a heap of perspiring flesh at the bottom of the bed.
Lance rolled off the side of the bed and walked across the room to the closet. He searched through the pile of clothes he'd tossed on the floor and finally came up with his shirt. When he turned it upside down, his cigarettes and a book of matches fell onto the floor. He picked them up and pulled two smokes out of the pack and tossed it back onto the floor beside the shirt. She was still lost in the aftermath of his last attack, and Lance watched her drop her legs over the end of the bed as he put the smokes into his mouth and lit them. Her knees had fallen apart, and his eyes centered on the damp curls between her thighs. He shook his head in amazement as her hand snaked down over her belly and began to move against the dark triangle again; then he walked around to the side of the bed and put one of the cigarettes between her sensuous lips.
"Don't you ever get enough, baby?"
She opened her eyes and looked up at him; then her fingers took the cigarette from between her lips, and she smiled.
"Never enough of that."
Lance took a drag off his smoke and shrugged his shoulders. He picked up an ashtray from the table beside the bed and ground his cigarette out; then he dropped the ashtray on the edge of the bed and looked down along the length of her gleaming body once more, before turning to walk back to the bottom of the bed. His hand reached for the swaying shaft in front of his body, and then he put his other hand on her hip and rolled her over. Her hand was still moving between her legs as he took a resilient cheek in each palm and pushed them roughly apart. He moved forward and slid between the firm mounds; and when he was on target, he released her buttocks and grinned as they bounced back into place. She knew what he was going to do, and her hand began to move faster as he leaned into her, pinning her between his body and the bed.
It took him several strokes to complete their union and then he started to piston against her dimpled cheeks. The friction was good, and he was almost immediately lost in the sensual pleasure he was receiving, but it took him a long time to hit the top, and at intervals he felt her convulse and quiver as she reached the peak again and again. When he felt her going for the fourth time, her twisting and bouncing was enough to bring him along with her; and he let the dam break. As she felt him pouring his lust into her, her pleasure doubled; and she dug her hands into the covers and dropped her face into the bed. A piercing scream of ecstasy broke free from her straining body.
Lance lurched backward, and pulled himself free of her jutting buttocks. He turned and sat down on the end of the bed, his chest heaving from the exertion, his body wet from the sweat that had formed during the lovemaking. He looked over at Linda, and then stretched out on his back and closed his eyes. For a few minutes, all he heard was their hoarse breathing reverberating off the walls, and then he felt the bed moving and felt her hands on his thighs. He opened his eyes just in time to see her sinking down in front of him; then he felt her lips on his knee. He was about to protest that he just wasn't able when he felt her lips on his inner thigh, and then it was too late; he was growing, getting bigger with every kiss; by the time her lips found him he was ready for her once again.
After what seemed to him were hours, he felt passion grip him, and he lifted his aching body up to her hungry mouth and emptied the molten lava into her. His body did things that he didn't think were any longer possible, and then he fell back onto the bed, limp and completely exhausted.
"That's it, baby; you've pumped the well dry."
She laughed, and he watched her standing at the foot of the bed through half-opened eyes. She had her pelvis thrust out to him, and her hands rested on the rise of her flaring hips.
"You'll be as good as new in a few minutes, lover; I'll go and mix us some fresh drinks; and by the time we've finished them, you'll be raring for more of the same."
Lance shook his head and closed his eyes completely, but she just laughed again and left the room undaunted. He heard her at the bar mixing the drinks; and then she was back, urging him to sit up.
"C'mon, I'll run you a nice warm bath, and you can relax and drink this while you soak. It works wonders for me."
Lance stood up beside her on shaky legs, and shurgged his shoulders. "You're not trying to tell me that you never get tired of it, are you, baby? That's a pretty hard one to swallow."
She laughed as she led him into the bathroom, and Lance leaned against the-wall as she adjusted the tap; and then he stepped into the tub and stretched out, happy to be able to get some rest.
"Just lie back and leave it to me; by the time-we're finished-with this bath, you'll be up and jumping."
"Tell me, baby, how many guys did it take to tire you out?"
She smiled at him and started to soap his shoulders. "Four, but I think it was a stalemate; they were just as beat as I was by the time we were through."
Lance nodded and closed his eyes.
"Don't feel bad though; you did outlast me the other night at the cabin, and I think you would have made it this time too if it weren't for that damn blonde. She got you first and tired you out."
Lance let her wash him; and by the time she was finished, he was beginning to feel that he could give her another tumble. He kept himself in check, though, and his mind worked feverishly. She stood up and picked up her drink; then she handed him his and watched him take a swallow. Lance was convinced of one thing; he had planned to pin Anne down tomorrow; and if he kept screwing this bitch, he wouldn't have anything to. pin her down with. He had to give Anne a damn good performance if he wanted her to set a date, and he sure as hell wasn't going to feel up to it after a night like this, he put his glass down on the side of the tub and looked up at Linda.
"I'll tell you what, baby: let's make this a threesome, and see if we can't put out that eternal fire that burns between your legs."
Linda took the glass away from her lips and grinned. Her eyes lit up, and Lance beamed back.
"You got someone in mind?"
Lance stood up in the tub and reached for a towel. She took it from his hands and waited for him to step out where she could reach him.
"How about Jim? Would he suit you?"
She rubbed the towel over his muscled body lovingly, and spent plenty of time drying his now growing shaft.
"He'd suit me fine ... as long as I had you around, too."
"Okay, stop playing with that thing long enough for me to make a phone call, and we'll make this a night for you to remember."
She dropped the towel and encircled his fully erect arousal with both hands; then she began to move back and forth gently.
"We don't have to phone just yet; look at him; his hot blood is bursting out all over."
Lance frowned and-looked down at the front of his body. "If I keep sticking it into you much longer, it'll be literally bursting out all over. Let go of the god damned thing for a few minutes and let me phone Jim; you can have it as soon as I'm through; that way you'll have something to do until he gets here."
Lance pulled away from her and walked back into the bedroom. He looked at her as he picked up the phone beside the bed; then he dialed and stretched out on his back, waiting for someone to answer it. Before he could open his mouth, she was straddling him; and then he felt himself slipping into her as she dropped on him and started bouncing her firm buttocks. If Harry hadn't answered, he might have hauled off and smashed her one.
"Look, Harry, is Mr. Hamilton there? It's most urgent that I reach him."
"Who, may I ask, is calling, please?"
"Lance Rogers; and tell him it's important, will you Harry?"
"Uh ... he's in the shower just now; could I have him phone when he gets...."
Lance felt himself climbing quickly to the peak as Linda used every trick in the book to bring him off. Suddenly his patience vanished. "Drag him out of the goddamned shower then. This is important."
"All right, Mr. Rogers. Hang on; I'll relay your message to him."
Lance heard Harry set the phone down, and he cursed to himself. Linda was really giving it to him, and he knew by the smile on her face that she was enjoying every second of his anger. The passion built up, and Lance couldn't disregard the rising pleasure. She gave him one quick little clutch with her marvelous little muscles, and he was going ... going....
"Okay, buddy, what's so bloody important that I've got to come out of the shower? ... Lance you there?"
"Ohh ... hang on for a second, will you, for Christ's sake ... unn ... unn ... ahh...."
"Hang on? What the hell do you mean, hang on? I'm standing here in the middle of the room, dripping wet. Are you off your bloody nut?"
Lance fought for breath and ignored Linda's laughter. He sighed with relief as she lifted herself off his body, vaulted off the bed, and walked over to his pack of smokes on the floor.
"Look ... Jim ... do me a big favor and get back to the apartment as fast as you can."
"What the hell for?"
"Never mind; I'll explain it to you when you get here. Just make it fast."
"Okay, okay, I'm on my way; but you'd better have a damn good reason for hauling me out of here."
Linda put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it as he dropped the receiver back into its cradle. Lance took a deep drag on the smoke and let his body relax. He watched Linda moving across the room; and when she bent over to put his cigarettes back on top of his shirt, he was treated to an enticing view of her behind. His eyes stayed on her dimpled cheeks, and a broad smile formed on his lips. He was sure he had found the answer to his biggest" problem; by the time he and Jim were through with Linda, she wouldn't be able to walk; and that should put her out of commission for a couple of days. In two days' Lance was sure that he could get to Anne and make her set a date.
She walked back across the room toward him, her hips swinging; and Lance rested his eyes on her swaying breasts. Lance followed the swollen tips as she moved; and, fitted with the renewed hope that he could get her off his back, he worked on getting ready for her again. His hand slipped down the front of his body, and he caressed himself suggestively while she sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. He kept his eyes in motion, roving up and down over her, and grinned as he watched her eyes move to his gently massaging hand. Just watching him play with himself was enough to make her hot as hell; and after a few seconds, she couldn't hold herself back any longer.
She vaulted off the bed and smashed the butt out in the ashtray, her eyes never leaving his moving hand and the now-twitching shaft it held. Lance laughed and reached over to put his own cigarette out. By the time he turned back, she was stretched out on the bed beside him, her legs flung open, and her hand busily moving between her thighs.
"Ohhh ... please ... please...."
Lance rolled over on top of her roughly, and his hands went to her breast while she guided him into her warmth. He shot his hips forth as soon as she had him lined up; and even though she was well-lubricated from their earlier bouts, Lance was a big boy; and she winced as she felt him tearing into her.
"Christ, take it, unn ... unn...."
Lance smashed his body down on her unmercifully, ramming himself at her from as many angles as he could manage, hitting bottom, one side, then the other, bottom, one side, then ... He slammed down on her again and again, driving her heaving body into the bed; and when it began to bounce back up to him, he hit it hard on the down stroke, catching it when it was still rising up to meet him. She cried; she whimpered; she moaned; she begged him to slow down; but he heard none of her words.
She was not begging now; her hands were on his buttocks, and she was squeezing the muscled flesh eagerly, urging him to hit her harder. Lance knew she was liking it now; liking it ... hell ... she was loving every second of it. But he also knew that by the time he and Jim had planted her again and again like this, she would be as limp as a dishrag. His hands clutched at the flesh of her breast, his nails digging and finding blood; and then his teeth settled on a swollen nipple and he bit her hard. She cried out in a passion mixed with pain, and then she was heaving all over the bed, and a scream caught in her throat and died as Lance hammered on at her, giving her no time to come back down.
By the time Lance could no longer control himself, her face was contorted; and she grabbed short breaths of air on the outward half of his strokes, knowing full well that he would drive the air out of her lungs when his body plummetted back down onto her unprotected flesh.
Lance felt every muscle in his body strain; and then he was spouting his passion into her in spasmodic gushes, and he was beyond all other feeling as he ripped across the top and died in her. It was a long time before he could move, and then it took every ounce of energy he had to lift himself off her and roll onto his back.
He heard Jim's voice, and managed to sit up for a second.
"Thank Christ you're here, buddy. Climb aboard this broad and give her everything you've got."
Jim looked at the brunette stretched out beside Lance and shook his head.
"She looks like she's had it already."
"She can't say no. Get into her and keep going as long as you can; I want her so screwed out by the time she leaves here that we'll have to carry her back to her penthouse."
"Okay, if...."
Lance saw Jim blurring in front of him, and then there was nothing but darkness as his mind took control of him and demanded rest for his body.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lance rolled over, and the pain that shot through his body woke him up. He opened his eyes and looked around the room for a few seconds; then he remembered what had been going on when he passed out, and he rolled over to look at the clock. He got halfway over, and then winced with pain and froze. Christ, every muscle in his body was aching like mad. He heard laughter and looked down at the end of the bed. Jim was leaning against the wall at the bottom of the bed, and he stopped laughing when Lance frowned.
"C'mon, drag yourself out of there and get a shower. I'll give you a rubdown when you're through and that should knock most of the kinks out."
Lance groaned and rolled himself gently over to the side of the bed and stood up.
"You must have put on quite a show before I turned up last night."
Lance looked over at him and smiled weakly. "You're not kidding; I thought she'd wear it out before you got here. How did you make out after I dropped off?"
"It was like screwing a wet blanket, but I kept her going for a couple more hours. By the time I was through, she couldn't have moved if she tried. She didn't want to leave; I had to half carry her back to her place. As a matter-of-fact, I even tucked her in. I was lucky Anne went out to meet you at the pool."
Lance slammed his palm against his forehead and immediately regretted it. Every muscle in his arm complained about the quick movement. "Christ, I forgot all about meeting her at the pool."
"Don't 'worry, I covered for you. She phoned later, and I told her you had to take some papers to the airport for me. I apologized for not calling her at twelve, and explained that this was a pretty big deal for us, and we got all tied up in it. You must have told her something about having something hot going before, because she swallowed it hook, line and sinker."
"I hope so. I'd better get over there as soon as I can and smooth things over."
Jim laughed and gave him a shove toward the door. "You see her like you are now, and you can kiss your chances goodbye. Get in there and grab that shower; I'll make you something to eat and get out the rubbing alcohol."
Lance nodded and started to walk carefully toward the bathroom. "Yeah, I guess you're right. She's probably going to want tail, and I can use all the help I can get right now when it comes to that department."
Lance spent nearly an hour under the hot shower; and by the time he had finished drying himself, he felt almost human again. The shower had disposed of most of the aches, and he didn't wince every time he took a step anyway. He walked out to the kitchen, and Jim dropped a platefull of ham and scrambed eggs in front of him.
"Get that down; it'll pick you up a bit."
Lance didn't particularly feel like eating, but he knew Jim was right. He ate the food quickly, chewing it automatically; and when he was finished, Jim took the plate away and put a folded sheet on the table.
"Climb up there and relax; this is going to hurt at first; but by the time you getup, you'll either feel like dying or be ready to tackle that stacked blonde next door."
Lance managed a weak smile, pulled himself up onto the table, and stretched out on his chest. Jim worked on him quickly, his experienced fingers finding every aching muscle and massaging it back into shape.
"Would you mind telling me exactly what we were accomplishing last night?"
"Right now it doesn't sound like much of an idea, but the plan was to make that nympho bitch so bloody sore that she'd keep off my back for a couple of days and give me a chance to wrap Anne up."
Jim laughed, and Lance felt his hands digging deeper into his flesh.
"Well, you shouldn't have any problem there; if she gets the urge before the week's out, it'll be a miracle."
"Christ, I hope you're right; I was beginning to wonder last night. She seems to thrive on the stuff."
Jim laughed and rolled him over. "Don't we all, though."
Lance smiled up at him and watched him pour some of the rubbing alcohol into his hands. "Keep that stuff away from junior down there, will you? I have a feeling he's pretty raw, and that stuff would burn like hell."
Jim smiled, and Lance closed his eyes and relaxed under the relief-giving hands of his partner. He felt life flowing back into his body as the circulating picked up, and there was no more pain now as Jim worked.
"Okay, that's it. You've been saved to fight again."
"Thanks. Now all I need is another shower to wash this alcohol off, and I'll be ready to invite the fly into my web."
Jim grinned and opened the cupboard to put the bottle of rubbing alcohol away.
"It sounds better the other way around."
Lance frowned and started out the door. "You may have something there."
He heard Jim's laughter as he stepped into the shower again, and then everything was drowned out by the sound of the cascading water. He lathered himself again and again, trying to get rid of the strong alcohol smell; and finally, when he was satisfied, stepped out and dried himself. When he was finished, he flexed his muscles and stretched ... no pains. He smiled and tossed the towel over the shower" rod. Other than feeling a little tired, he was in great shape.
He went back to the bedroom and slipped into clean shorts; then he sat on the bed and picked up the phone. It rang once, and then he recognized Anne's voice.
"Look, honey, I'm sorry about last night. Do you forgive me?"
"Oh, sure, Lance ... that's okay. These things happen."
"Good. Now do me one more favor; meet me at the elevator in ten minutes."
"Okay, but if you leave me stranded this time, I'm liable to jump down the elevator shaft."
Lance laughed, and promised he'd be there; then he hung up and moved across the room to the dresser. He pulled out a tight T-shirt and slipped it on; then he spun around in front of the mirror. It showed every muscle he had; and he grinned at his reflection happily. A tight pair of jeans completed his dressing, and he checked the result once more in the mirror before leaving.
She was waiting for him at the elevator, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek. She was wearing a close-fitting summer dress that accented all her lovely curves, and Lance thanked his guardian angel when he felt himself pushing out at the front of his pants. He bad been a little afraid that he-wouldn't be able to make the grade if he was called on, but nature had been good to him originally, and she wasn't about to let him down this time.
He took Anne in his arms when they got inside the elevator, and the kiss lasted until the doors opened again. She was flushed when he let her pull away, and her eyes traveled the length of his body before he took her hand and started down the corridor to the other elevator.
"Where are we going, if I may ask?"
"Why ... do you have some place in mind?"
She smiled and pulled his lips down to hers as they waited for the elevator to come up to their floor. When she let him up for air, there was a formidable bulge halfway down his pantleg.
"No, I don't really care, as long as we're alone."
Lance grinned and pushed her into the now open elevator.
"Don't worry, baby. You can't want it any more than I do. There's just one stop I have to make first, and then we'll go for a nice drive in the country and we'll just happen to end up at a cabin my partner and I own."
"Do we have to make a stop?"
"Definitely, baby. This is probably the most important stop I'll make in my lifetime."
He opened the door of the Continental for her and hurried around to his side. She relaxed in the luxury of the well-padded seat, and he watched her legs as the hem of her dress crept up well over her knees.
"Hey, you'd better cut that out, or I'll stop the car and put it to you right here on the street."
"AU right. Look, no panties."
She hauled the skirt up to her waist and turned so she was facing him. Lance watched as she opened her thighs, and luckily brought his attention back onto the road just in time to miss a taxi; The cabbie shook his fist and uttered a few choice words, but Lance just laughed and pulled her skirt down with his hand.
"Cut that out, baby. I can't go into a store looking like this."
She grinned at him, and her hand dove between his legs and grabbed at his hard shaft. She squeezed and giggled like a schoolgirl as it moved in her hand. Lance slapped her wrist playfully, and she moved back across the seat and settled into the corner against the door. He smiled and looked over at her. He was really going to enjoy marrying this girl. It was hard for him to admit, but he knew that he would have taken her even if she wasn't worth a bundle. Having your cake and eating it too didn't bother him in the least, however; in fact, he was on top of the world.
He turned on the radio, and the big car filled with music. His attention left her as he searched along the street for what he was looking for, and then he spotted it and pulled the ragtop over to the curb. He shut the motor off and then as an afterthought, switched the key over to accessory so she could listen to the radio while he was gone.
"I'll only be a few minutes; I just have to pick up something that I ordered."
She shrugged her shoulders and fished in her purse for her cigarettes. "It must be awfully important if you'd leave what I'm offering you."
Lance laughed and stepped out of the car.
"Just be patient; I'll-be back before you finish that smoke."
He checked for traffic and then crossed the road and went into the jewelry store. It was "the" place to go in town, and you had to have money to be a customer. Lance walked directly to a counter and waited impatiently for a salesman to see him. Finally he was noticed, and the guy started over to him. "Can I help you, sir?"
"Yes ... I want an engagement ring. I don't care what it's worth, but it's got to look expensive."
"Well, that's not much to go on, sir. All our rings are in that category. Is there anything you had in mind?"
"Look, I don't care particularly; whatever style is popular. Just make it expensive."
The salesman frowned and shrugged his shoulders. He gave Lance the once-over, and then led him over to one of the glass-enclosed display counters. Lance looked them over and pointed to a big stone.
"How much is that one?"
The salesman went around to the back of the case and slipped a key out of his pocket. He unlocked it from the back and pulled out the ring Lance had indicated.
"A very fine choice, sir. That's one of our finest settings."
"How much?"
"Thirty-seven thousand, and worth twice that."
Lance almost choked for a second; then he pulled himself together and looked at the ring critically.
"No, it's just too big. I didn't realize it before, but she has very small hands, and a thing like that would look ridiculous on her."
The salesman gave him a dirty look and returned the ring. While he was struggling to return it to the position where it belonged, Lance looked over the other rings and picked out a smaller stone.
"There, how about that one; it looks more her size."
The salesman pulled it out unceremonisouly and set it on top of the counter. "This one is priced at forty-seven hundred."
"Yes, I like that one. I'll take it."
The salesman nodded and locked the case up. He picked up the ring and came around to where Lance was standing.
"If you'll come with me, sir, I'll have it wrapped; and we can arrange for payment. It will be by cheque, I presume?"
"Yes,"
"Fine. If you'll just give me the name of your bank, I'll make the necessary arrangements."
Lance stuck the package into his pocket and hurried across the street to the car. Anne gave him a big smile, and he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips before starting the car and pulling back out onto the road. He kept the car at the maximum speed possible on the roads, and in a few .minutes they were out on the highway.
Anne crept across the seat and nestled against his shoulder, closing her eyes and humming with the radio. Lance concentrated on putting the miles behind him as fast as he could, sensing that she was ripe for the picking; he was impatient to put his plan into effect. A few minutes later he nosed the Continental up to the gate and stopped.
"We're almost there, baby; it won't be long now."
Her body melted against his as they drove the last few feet to the cabin; and when he stopped the car she was all over him, her hand clutching the mass that filled the inside of his pantleg. He bent his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue breaking through her teeth and lashing at hers. Her hand began to move, and he reciprocated by slipping his up along the length of a half-exposed thigh. He found her, and his fingers brushed back and forth gently; and then they began to probe and her breathing became labored. Lance kept up his motions for a few minutes; and then he pulled his hand out away from the moist warmth and opened the door of the car. She moaned and reached for him, but he stepped back out of her grasp.
"There's something I have to know first, baby. This time I've got to be sure that I'll be getting into something I won't lose."
He pulled the package out of his pocket and handed it to her. She looked at him questioningly for a second, and then sat up and started to open the package. He watched her face, wanting to be sure of her reaction when it came. She opened the box, and then there was no reason for him to note her reaction; he couldn't miss it; she was up against the door of the car and in his arms, and her hips were moving, and her lips were on his. He let her have what she wanted; then he pulled away and looked at her seriously.
"I want you to set a date, baby. Will you do that for me? I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."
"Oh? yes, Lance, yes, yes, yes. I don't want to wait; I want you now before I lose you. This Saturday; is that all right with you?"
Lance took her in his arms and hugged her to him. He looked over her shoulder at the trees swaying gently in the wind, and he grinned from ear to ear. Her hand had found him again, and she was kneading him urgently.
"C'mon, Lance. Let's get inside, or I'm going to rape you right here."
He laughed and picked her up gently. Her arms went around his shoulders and she twisted against him passionately as he carried her up to the cabin and opened the door. He kicked it shut behind him and carried her down the hall to one of the big bedrooms. She wriggled free of his grasp, and her hands went to the buttons on the back of her dress. He watched her working frantically at the buttons and grinned when she snapped one off.
"Christ, I've seen broads with hot pants before, baby, but you're the hottest yet."
She smiled sensuously and lifted the dress over her head. "Not hot pants; I'm not wearing any, remember?"
He'd forgotten, but it came back to him in a flash as she stood before him with her legs spread and arched her back to undo her bra. His own hands were working quickly now, stripping off the shirt and tight pants. He was hauling them off his foot when she dove across at him and fell in front of him on her knees. She jerked the underwear off him in one swift motion, and then her head moved and her open lips received him gratefully. Lance was as hot as she was now, and he pulled her up roughly and carried her over to the bed. There was no need for preliminaries; even as big as he was, he was pushing it all the way home on the fourth stroke.
She grasped his hard buttocks,' pulling him into her greedily; and his head moved down to allow his lips to capture one of her swollen nipples as his hands slipped around her pistoning hips and filled with the hungry flesh of her quivering buttocks. It was over fast for both of them, but they didn't stop their motion; they hesitated slightly while the pleasure tore through their bodies; then Lance picked up the rhythm again, and they started the climb all over again. She went once before he let go again; and when she felt him shooting his lust into her bouncing body, she, too, shuddered and cascaded over the top with him. It went like that for forty-five minutes; and by the time Lance rested on his elbows above her panting body, they had ridden the roller coaster over the top three more times.
Lance nuzzled a nipple with his lips and tongue, and he felt a feeling that he'd never know before, He wanted this girl with a passion to end all passion; and if he lost her now, part of him would leave with her. Never before had he felt completely satisfied by a broad; but now, lying in Anne's arms, he knew satisfaction that blotted everything else out of his mind. He covered her face and heaving breasts with kisses, lavishing kiss after kiss on her hard-tipped mounds; and then he was moving in her again, and she was answering his thrusts with thrusts of her own, and they were climbing again. CHmbing, climbing, until the bottom fell out; and they cascaded back down, cradled in each other'sarms, murmuring their love for each other.
They talked and made love alternately through the day, and finally they reluctantly left the bed, showered and returned to the car. There was no thought of failure in Lance's mind now; he had this girl, and she had him, and nothing could change that now. He wouldn't let it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The ringing phone shook Lance partially awake, and he sighed and reached across the bed. When his hands came up empty, he opened his eyes and looked around. He had been reliving the day before, and had been just about to roll Anne over and put it into her again. For a second he was mad at being brought back to reality; then he over and answered the insistent phone.
"Yeah."
"Time to wake up, lover."
He recognized Linda's voice immediately and sat up, trying to clear his mind so he could be ready for what she had to say.
"Oh, hi, baby. What can I do for you?"
"You think you're pretty smart, don't you, lover, getting me screwed out so you could spend the day with your rich bitch blonde."
Lance smiled and stretched.
"Oh yes, your little sucker just had to show me her ring and tell me about what happened."
"So what are you all steamed up about? You know why I did it."
"I'm not steamed up, honey, but I said I wanted equal time, right?"
"So?"
"So you get some clothes on and meet me in the garage. We're going up to that little love-nest of yours and relive the drama that you acted out yesterday."
"Look, baby, I'm beat. I mean, after you the night before last, and Anne yesterday...."
"Well, you'd better find some vitimins fast; I don't like being played for a sucker. You be down in the garage in twenty minutes, or I'll blow the lid sky high off this little deal you've got going."
"Okay, baby, okay; I'll be there."
The phone went dead in his hand, and he cursed and slammed it down. Now, of all times, she had to have her bloody tail. He had promised Anne that he'd meet her downtown at three. He looked at his watch and stood up. It was early yet, only ten; if he played his cards right, he could be finished with Linda in time to keep his date with Anne. This would be his last meeting with Linda-that was for certain.
She was sitting in the Continental when he got there, and he didn't say anything to her as he climbed in behind the wheel and pulled out of the garage. He glanced over at her from time to time, but she was ignoring him completely. He felt sorry for this well-built broad-sorry because he knew for the first time what she was feeling. He could picture himself in the same position with Anne, and he knew he would be trying his damndest to get whatever he could from her if she was going to leave him.
He tried to talk to her a couple of times on the way to the cabin, but she pretended he didn't exist. Lance gave up and concentrated on the road. Because he knew how strongly she felt, he was sure that she wouldn't let him leave easily. As a last resort, she would try to screw him with Anne; and she'd probably succeed. Jim had been right; there was no way out of the predicament he'd gotten himself into. No way except one; and although he had discarded it before, he was slowly being convinced that it was the only choice he had. When he had parked the car in front of the cabin, he turned to face her.
"Look, Linda, I know how you feel;. I've really fallen for Anne, and I can understand how important this is to you; but you've got to realize that it just can't work."
She turned to look at him, and her eyes filled with tears. "Lance, I've got to have you; if I don't, there just isn't anything left. I've been chasing dreams all my life; and for the first time, I've found something that I really want to have; and now I can't get it."
"I just isn't that simple, baby; the plain fact is, I think you're a nice broad; as far as the sack goes, I couldn't ask for a better partner. But that's as far as it goes."
She moved across the seat toward him, and he felt her lips against his neck.
"That could be enough. Lance. I know we could work it out. I have plenty of money-more than we need-that's what you said you wanted; a broad with...."
Lance pushed her away and pulled out a cigarette. "That's no good now, baby; it's gone past that. I want Anne as badly as you want me, and I mean to have her."
"I can't let you go; I just can't. I'll tell her the whole story, and ruin it for you; then you'll come back to me, and...."
Lance could see that she wasn't listening to him. He knew what had to be done, and he coldly set about the task.
"Okay, baby, as I said, you're a good piece of tail, lots better than she is. Maybe you're right; maybe I do need someone like you. I've got to marry her though, and make sure my future is secure; but there's no reason why you and I can't keep going just the way we are."
She was whimpering like a baby now, and her hands were searching for him. He felt as sexy as a freight car, but he put his mind to work and gave her the growing mass she wanted.
"Oh yes, that's it; I knew you wanted me more than her; she's so normal, and you and I are so far above that. We make it together, Lance, something that I've never found before. Oh yes, yes, yes...."
Her hands were on his zipper, pulling it down; and he pushed her away gently and opened the car door.
"Not here, baby; let's go inside where we can-raise hell. I want to give it to you like you've never had it before. By the time we leave here, you won't be able to walk."
She climbed out of the car in a frenzy of lust, and ran to the door in front of him. Lance had a hell of a time keeping himself hard, but he put his mind to it and managed to keep the tent at the front of his tight pants twitching.
"Hurry ... hurry; I'm so hot I can taste it."
She was standing at the door, waiting for him to open it; and Lance hurried to satisfy her. He smiled as he opened the door and followed her in. "I'll be the one doing the tasting, baby."
"Yes ... oh yes ... I want you to taste me; and I want to take you in my mouth and...."
He closed the door behind then, and let her lead him into the bedroom. His hands moved to the clasp of his pants, and he stripped them off. She was completely nude by the time he had tossed them onto the floor, and she crossed to him and dropped down in front of his protruding shorts. She slipped him through the opening in the shorts with trembling hands, and then she moved to him and started kissing. Lance felt separated from the shaft' she was lolling as he slowly stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. There was no lust in what he was doing; he simply wanted to tire her out, and that's exactly what he intended to do.
From experience, Lance knew that tiring Linda out was no easy job, but he knew that there was no choice today; today he would screw her into submission; and then she would curl up against him, and he would wait until she was asleep.
"Mmm, you're good ... hurry...."
She crossed to the bed and flopped onto her back, spreading her legs and waiting for him. Lance looked at her stretched out on the bed and felt a twinge of pity. Christ, what a hunk of woman; what a waste of all that pleasure. He stripped off his shorts and moved across to her, his shaft swaying before her eyes and mesmerizing her. He stretched out beside her and let his hands work on her big mounds, rubbing kneading, massaging until the already hard tips had swollen to double their normal size. Then his lips took over; and his tongue worked at one tip and then the other, while his hand slid down over the slight curve of her belly and fell to capture the waiting treasure below.
He petted her for a long time; and then as his teeth came into play on one of her pulsing nipples, his fingers began to probe-gently, first on the surface; and then deeper into the true being of her body. She was twisting and bouncing all over the bed, and her hands were on him, urging, pleading for him to come to her. Lance held off, and his fingers picked up the pace as they drove at her; and finally she forgot her yearning for his body and fell back into the soft bed, satisfied with his probing fingers.
He worked at her rhythmically, and finally she convulsed, and her hot little rump bounced gleefully as he brought her over. Lance didn't stop; and he took her over twice more before she remembered his thick shaft and demanded that he mount her. He worked at her slowly, coldly, and yet efficiently; and he sent her over four times before his physical craving won out and he gave in by pouring his lust into her quaking body.
He didn't stop; again and again he drove her over; and finally, after she had gone so many times Lance had stopped counting, he gave into her animal urge for the fourth time and fell heaving onto her body. He knew she wouldn't be satisfied yet, and he worked himself down over her until he was kissing her inner thighs; then his lips and tongue came into play on her and he took her over twice more. The bed was soaked with perspiration as he pulled himself back up beside her; and his body cried out for rest as she moved over him; brushing her hair down over his belly, and finally placing her lips on his sagging shaft. He marveled at her ability as he grew under her caresses; and then he sank back into the bed and struggled to hold off his release as she worked feverishly on his body.
It had to come eventually; and when it did, he churned through it and slumped back to the bed. His entire body cried out for rest, but she was beside him again; and he felt her hands on his body, teasing here and there, and finally he was ready again for her insatiable lust. She mounted him triumphantly; and he let his mind go blank as she rode him, grunting happily with the pleasure he Was bringing her. It took forever this time; Lance didn't have to control himself; he knew that she had brought him up with some miracle, but that miracle would not allow him to empty what he didn't have into her body. She rocked back and forth on his body, screaming and groaning through release after release; and then he felt himself going limp inside her, and he knew it was over. She slipped up beside him and moaned in his ear.
"Ohh ... don't stop now baby, now now...."
Lance rolled over and faced her; then he brought his lips down on her gently.
"Don't worry, baby. Just give me time to rest up, and we'll start all over again. Lay back and catch a little shuteye; I'll let you know when I'm ready for that hot little box of yours again."
She whimpered and kept up the rubbing motion on his lax shaft until his hand found the center of her. need and started to move again. She purred like a kitten full of milk, and slowly dropped off to sleep. Lance kept up the motion until her breathing was deep and relaxed; then he lifted his hand from the dampness and rolled off the bed. He was going to be sick; and he hurried into the bathroom and let it go. His body felt unclean when he was able to stand up, and he looked down at his raw shaft. No man could satisfy the broad he'd just left, and yet she wanted only one man.
Lance stepped into the shower and let the water pour over him. He lathered himself until the soap was gone, and he still didn't feel clean. Finally he stepped out of the shower, dried himself, and returned to the bedroom. He looked down at her sleeping form and cursed; then he pulled his cigarettes out of his shirt pocket and tossed the shirt back to the floor. He wasn't sick because of what he'd done; he'd done worse before, but he knew what he had to do, and that was enough to make any man sick. He walked over to the bed and stretched out beside her, watching the smoke curl up to the ceiling.
Lance looked over at the broad stretched out contentedly beside him. The top of the sheet was pushed down over the slight rise of her belly and her magnificent mounds were exposed to him. He looked at her for a few seconds, appreciating her lush curves, and then his gaze moved up to her face. She looked so bloody innocent stretched out lazily on the bed. Lance wondered how she could sleep so peacefully. She was a bitch under that beautiful body and angelic face, a bitch that would ruin his life if he didn't stop her.
Lance hadn't slept; his mind had been busy. He had already made his decision, but it was an important one, and he wanted to be absolutely sure there was no other way. He took a final drag on his cigarette and turned to crush it in the ashtray on the table beside the bed. There wouldn't be any connection between him and Linda; the only place they'd ever been together was the cabin, and other than the first time, there had been no witnesses to their arrangement. The broads that had been up the first time weren't going to talk to anybody about that night, because they had too damn much to lose themselves. No, there would be no connection apparent between them.
It would take at least a week for the police to find Linda's body once he'd dropped it into the fast-moving river from the bridge, and then they would have to find out who she was. Lance Would be married and long gone by the time they were sure of her name.
He got up on his knees beside her and took one last look at her cat-like sleekness. He couldn't resist running his hand over her big mounds and feeling the nipples harden against his palm. She purred like a kitten and opened her eyes to look at him. She smiled as he straddled her body, and he grinned down at her and carefully pinned her arms with his knees. She was still smiling as he reached over for the pillow beside her head and picked it up.
"Keep smiling, you nympho bitch. For once in your life, you're not going to get what you want!"
Lance laughed as he watched her face; she was thinking now, and the smile was being replaced by a look of absolute panic.
"No! Please La...."
Lance laughed even harder as he drove the pillow down on her face and held it against her head as tightly as he could. She began to thrash, and her muffled screams filled the room as she fought for air. All time was forgotten for Lance; he held the pillow in place until she stopped struggling; then he relaxed his grip slightly but didn't pull the pillow away. He stayed that way, staring down at her big breasts, watching for some sign of movement; but there was none.
He dropped his head down to the softness of those big mounds and turned his head to listen. There was no sound of a heartbeat, and he released the air that he'd been holding in his lungs and sat upright again. He lifted the pillow slowly and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. He looked at her contorted face and knew that he should feel sick, but all he felt was the relief of having the pressure she had put on him removed. He rolled off her lifeless body and stood up beside the bed. He knew exactly what to do now; it was clear in his mind, and he began to pull his clothes on.
He walked through the hall and started for the door. He. had to get the car, back it in closer, and open the trunk before he carried her out. His hand was reaching for the door when it opened and he found himself facing Anne, flanked by two men. Panic gripped his body as his mind flashed to the bedroom and back to the three people in front of him. Anne's eyes were flashing with anger as she held out her hand to him.
"I'll bet you're surprised, you bastard. Take your ring! We're through!"
Lance took the ring from her hand without looking at it. He was staring blankly at her, his mouth hanging open.
"How did you find me? Why...."
"Oh, don't worry, lover boy. You had me convinced all right-so bloody convinced that when my fahter came to me this afternoon and told me that you knew who I was, I told him I didn't believe him, and even if you did, I still wanted to marry you. When he told me about you and Linda,' I refused to believe him; so he had these men bring me out here. They've been following you ever since we met, and I read over the folder they have on you on the way out. You really played me for a sucker, didn't you? You've been sleeping with that slut all the time."
Lance rocked on his feet for a second, and then looked around and flopped into a chair. He cradled his head in his arms and shook it back and forth. He had killed her for nothing; they knew of every meeting that he'd had with her. He fought to clear his mind, and finally he realized that the only chance he had was escape. He came out of his inner thoughts and raised his head, his ears picking up the last of Anne's statement...."and there are a few things I want to say to that bitch too, before I leave."
Lance tried to stop her, but she shook him free and started down the hallway to the bedroom. He stood up and started after her, but the two men stepped between him and Anne's quickly moving body. Lance didn't have to think for the next move; he bolted out of the. Open doorway and ran for his car. The men grinned at each other and let him go, and it wasn't until they heard Anne's scream that they began to move.
Lance heard her scream too, and it spurred him on as he vaulted into the convertible. He fumbled for his keys, cursing loudly, and when he finally got the right one, he slipped it into the ignition and turned .it. His foot was on the floorboard as soon as the big engine roared into action, and rocks shot from the back wheels of the Continental as he spun out onto the gravel roadway. One glance in the rear-view mirror. was enough to tell him that the two men had come out of their initial shock and were on the move. They piled into the black Ford and started after him.
Lance was thinking clearly now; his need for self preservation was in command as he watched the speedometer in front of him climb steadily. He was sure if he could beat them to the gate that he could outdistance them on the highway ... THE GATE ... Somehow Anne and the two guys had come through the gate; there was no other way to the cabin. The only question was; did they leave it open or lock it up?
Lance looked into the rear-view mirror again. They were gaining on him. He knew if he stopped to open the gate they'd catch him. They probably had guns and he wouldn't have a chance. Panic seized him again, and as he rounded the last curve before the gate he knew his only choice.
It was closed-the bloody thing was closed!
He lined the big Continental up with the bars that blocked his only avenue of escape and kept his foot to the floor.
There was a sickening tearing sound as metal met metal, and for a second the car swerved out of control. Lance struggled with the wheel, his eyes trying to make out the roadway in front of him through the smashed windshield. Some of the panic left his body as he felt the wheels grip on the roadway, and the big car came back under his control.
He took time to look into the mirror and he grinned as he saw the Ford stop. One of the men vaulted out and began to clear the rubble of the gate away, and then Lance lost them from view as he rounded the corner that led to the bridge.
He let his foot off the accelerator as he felt himself slide against the guard rail, and the big car began to inch away from the curb as he careened into the corner. Some of the glass from the shattered windshield had embedded itself in his forehead, and Lance lifted his right hand off the wheel to brush away the blood that was forming in his eyes.
Almost immediately he heard the sickening roar of the exploding tire, and he felt the steering wheel torn from his other hand. The front end of the ragtop slammed into the railing, and the back end whipped around and lifted off the ground. There was a scream of agony as the Continental cleared the edge of the railing and careened down the five-hundred feet of emptiness to the raging currents below.
The black Ford braked to a stop and the two men climbed out and hurried to the twisted railing. There was no sign of the car in the trubulent water. The bigger of the two men turned to the other and shook his head.
"Christ ... he didn't have a chance."
"It'll take them months to find what's left of his body."
