Chapter 8
Kurt Reichard stood at the picture window in his office looking down the long walk which led from The Buccaneer main lodge to the employees' apartments. It was the first time in his five years as manager that Vivien Cochran had asked for a private conference.
He had no doubt that their meeting had to do with Julia. Whether her wanting to talk with him was ominous or promising was what worried him. Ever since that day over two months before when he'd gone bananas over the blonde, he had been expecting someone to zap him as a sex maniac.
The flaming loveliness of her hair caught his eye far down the walkway. Vivien was coming. In a few minutes she would be in this room. He stood motionless, watching the distant blur become a distinguishable person and as she neared, he was struck by the close resemblance of mother to daughter. "Good taste, Sherman," he muttered, reminding himself that his caller was more than Julia's family. She was the resort owner's favorite.
Reichard felt the rich sensuality of the woman and he seized the chance his drapes provided to study her. So like each other in build, those two. Vivien's body had the same springy confidence as she walked as did Julia's. Except there was a difference between the two. This one knew exactly what she did to a man and what to do about it.
An involuntary response pressed against his jockey shorts and Kurt swore softly under his breath. Ever since the misfire with Julia, he had resolved to be celibate, at least until he got things under control. The restless stretching of his penis, even under such sorry conditions, let him know he barely had that control.
He stared at Vivien for a last bold moment before she reached the turn into the administration building and he remembered Julia the way she had appeared that day. After all the weeks, he still could feel the shapeliness of her body as she squeezed against him in delighted gratitude that she was to work at The Buccaneer. He could still see her eyes go wonder-wide when he forced her fingers around his boldly jutting erection. He could remember the way she looked when she fainted and lay vulnerable before him. He shook his head angrily as he turned from the window and dropped to his seat to await his caller. What if Little Miss Know-Nothing hadn't really been unconscious and had told Mummy after all this time what the big, bad manager had done? With what Julia knew, she might have thought she'd been violated.
The intercom buzzer sounded. "Mrs. Cochran is here to see you, sir," said his secretary.
"Send her right in," Kurt boomed, feeling his heart race at the uncertainty of what was to come.
"Hi, Vivien! Grab a chair while I finish signing these," he called when she stepped into his office. He went on with the pretense of initialing purchase orders for a full minute after she settled into the couch directly across from his desk. His mind spun at the possible meaning of her choosing that seat. It was the place where Julia had revived after her faint. Was she about to make it a battleground?
"So how's Linen Central?" he asked, tossing his pen across the order sheets and smiling as he walked toward the woman on the davenport and dropped into a chair.
"It's the same as ever," she answered. "Being robbed silly by the help and the guests."
"That bad?"
"Not as bad as last year. We've had a girl visit the rooms of the checkouts to take a fast inventory before the guests reach the cashier's window."
"Catching some, eh?"
"Some," she nodded. "But you know how people are when they want to take something that doesn't belong to them. They bluster and they lie..." Her voice drifted off, but what she had said slammed with sledge-hammer force into Kurt's mind. He was right! Julia must have broken down and told her mother-after all this time. Vivien was out for his hide! If she hadn't already briefed Wilson, she was here to tell him she was about to. With sudden dizzying awareness, Kurt could see his whole professional status in the resort world toppling. He felt he'd better grab the initiative, or it could be the last chance.
"Look, Vivien, I can explain what happened," he said in a hot rush of words.
"Expl...? " She had been looking down, groping in her purse for the cigarettes, when the comment came. What possible thing could Kurt Reichard have to explain to her? A flash of feminine intuition came to her, and she pressed a cigarette to her lips.
"I don't know what Julia told you," Kurt said hesitantly.
Vivien leaned to the lighter Kurt held in a trembling hand. It was too good to have hoped for. This man she had come to with what was as bizarre a request as a mother could make, already had something going for her daughter.
"Maybe you'd better tell me what happened the way you saw it," she suggested, keeping her face expressionless as she settled against the couch.
Reichard groped painfully for the words. Flushed and sweating, he described the way Julia had pressed against him, exuberant over getting the start toward an innkeeper career. "You know how it is," he said, his voice showing his tension. "I guess I'd been thinking what I shouldn't, and all at once I was excited."
Vivien raised a quizzical eyebrow as she studied the man standing before her. She felt neither anger nor amusement as Kurt hurried on. "I shouldn't have. I know that now, but I exposed myself to
She pressed the last of her cigarette into the ash tray and eased from her seat, hoping the delight she felt didn't show. Very deliberately and slowly she moved to Kurt and stood directly before him. Suddenly, she felt compelled to brush her fingers over his crotch.
"Show me too," she said simply. "I want to see exactly what you did."
"Aw ... look ... I ... "
"Do you have a better idea?" Vivien demanded.
Kurt cringed at the start of an angry glitter in her eyes. The options were all hers and he knew it. All she needed to do was color it a bit with Wilson, and one manager's job would be up for grabs. He reached to clasp her at the waist and felt her fingers running with intensifying curiosity across the bulge of his stretching penis. She knew exactly how to turn him on in spite of his fear.
"You say she noticed your problem before you decided to advertise? Let's see." Her hands clasped his hips and she moved forward till she was pressed against his now completely erected cock. The pain of the hardness trapped in the elastic jockeys was intense, as Vivien wriggled in what seemed to be a deliberate grind against his agonized muscle.
"She noticed." Vivien's tone was subdued and her movement against his front stopped. "What did you do next?"
Kurt made a strangled sound and groped between their bodies for his zipper. "This!" he exclaimed, plunging his hand through the fly and dragging the tower of white and rigid flesh into view.
Something snapped inside him at the instant he freed his cock from captivity. He saw Vivien's eyes when she looked down at what he had exposed and he recognized the look. Instant lust! He'd seen it any number of times on other faces, and knew it was the heroic size of his phallus that compelled the response.
"Couldn't help myself," he mumbled, pretending shame but feeling sudden confidence. There was still a chance. "I made her hold it, like this!" He jammed the shaft across Vivien's palm and watched her fingers curl around it.
"What happened next?" she asked, not daring to move her hand. Inside her body a wild flutter had begun. It was the most outsized organ she ever had seen. Outsized, arrogant, cocked and loaded!
"She fainted," Kurt said, almost whispering. "She pulled on it a few times and then went down."
"And you put it up her while she was that way," she accused.
"No!" croaked Reichard. "So help me God, I didn't!"
"I don't believe you. What exactly do you want me to believe you did?"
Kurt's sigh was like the sound of the trapped male animal. "You're going to think I was out of my tree, and I was!"
"Show me!" demanded Vivien, looking over her shoulder at the carpeting. "Where did she fall? Did you catch her?"
"She kind of collapsed right through my arms and ... and I lowered her to the floor."
"How?" She pretended to' tumble across his tortured front, clasping his arms as she wilted and went down.
She got her answer in the gentle firmness of those hands as he lowered her to the dark green rug. He must have sensed the put-on, but he was frantically anxious that she know he meant Julia no harm. In that instant Vivien knew she had come to the right male for the final liberation of her daughter.
And such a man! As she had folded in the charade of fainting, she felt the marvelous size of his hard-on grind against her dress, and as her knees reached the carpet, she knew she was in large trouble. She clung to his hips and then to his legs as she went down and his flame-heated organ brushed nakedly across her throat and chin and lips as she passed.
It was an almost irresistible temptation. All her thoughts had been on Julia's welfare since the night before, when they had lain together. She had come to deliberately encourage a relationship with her daughter from someone Julia said she respected. From occasional sarcasms of Sherman Wilson she had gathered Kurt was something of a Prussian stud, but she could see the organ that ground proudly across her face had to belong to a young stallion. Only very fleetingly had it touched her mouth, but that whisper of a touch had nearly destroyed all her self-control. She had wanted to clamp her arms around the back of his legs and spread her lips wide to take his phenomenal crimson mushroom deep into her mouth. There was a wonderful male fragrance and a heat that ought to be loved-and loved by a total woman. She made a last-ditch grab for control as she continued the slide to the floor, then twisted to her back.
"What happened next?" she asked, trying to sound snappish. She wondered if her voice were even audible to the man as he stood there above her, so aroused, apparently barely in control himself. He's still not sure I won't blow the whistle, she thought.
"I want to know exactly," she said, looking toward his face, but seeing only the horny, rippling underside of a massive cock shaft.
"You won't believe this..." he croaked as he dropped to his knees. "You already said you didn't."
"Try me."
Reichard bent forward frenziedly and tugged the snug dress upward toward her navel. There was a second's hesitation as he gaped at her tight, pale-yellow panties and the prominent rise of the love mound beneath.
"I had to! Honest to God, I had to!" he snarled.
He brush-kissed a path from Vivien's trim ankles to her tapered thighs, moving gently up her legs, letting his pendulous monster of a cock press its own path behind the trail of kisses.
"I had to!" he repeated as he straddled Vivien's thighs, then jammed his hardness into the crease where her legs met.
She felt the delicious heat of the rod trapped momentarily against the inner muscles of her thighs, then it sprang free, ramrodding gaily at the air and then ground again into her little valley. She caught sight of his eyes as he stretched back to force the cock to leap and there was a glazed stare. Kurt was at the very edge of coming! Was that truly how it went? she wondered.
A low groan spilled from his lips and he dragged himself forward to lean across Vivien's body, staring glassy-eyed into her face as he gripped his phallus and pressed it against the lower curve of her Venus mound.
"Gu ... God, Vivien, honest. . . this is what I did!"
Totally cock-maddened, she hoped against hope that she would feel rapish fingers claw her legs apart and a brutalizing prick spread her love lips. Instead, a blunt crown drove straight downward, forging a tunnel through her thigh flesh to begin a crazed pistoning. She felt the friction of hot, erectile tissue against the outside of her now hysterical pussy lips and she could stand it no more.
"You did that to my Julia?" she demanded, pressing her legs in a snug lock at the knees to immobilize the action.
Kurt was able only to nod as he tried to find air for suddenly choked lungs. The heady sweep of the pre-orgasm warning was already blurring his vision and he fought to focus on the face beneath him. Was it Julia or Vivien? Was he on trial, and who was this woman to act as his judge and jury? And why had he ever surrendered all rights to this flame-haired goddess to Sherman?
"To hell with reenactment, Viv!" he heard himself rasp at the pretty face inches away from his own. "This is what I should have done!"
He felt the resisting muscles and saw what he wanted to see in her expression. He knew she had to have it. She was a fuck-driven witch hypnotized by her need of him. A salty, red mist stung his eyes as he forced the cock crown toward the dark flesh cleft which seemed to tremble as he stared.
"Take it!" he growled, in command again. He thrust brutishly through the yielding gates and felt the instant clutch on his thick crown.
"Kuh ... Kurt!" Her hands found his neck and he wondered if she might try to strangle him. Let her! He could handle that, too! Then the hands were drawing his face to hers and their mouths were meeting. Lord, the educated tongue she had!
"Manager man!" she gasped when their lips separated. "I want to know what I can expect for my little Julia when you're training her."
Sensual clouds of sheer coital delight surrounded him as he drove his prick's hardness against the surrendering cunt.
"Training for what?" he panted, wondering if his hearing was in a fantasy frenzy, too. This couldn't really be happening! But it was!
"You really want to know?" He felt a compulsion to laugh insanely as he pistoned faster and faster. "I'm gonna train that girl to be a very ... a very ... " The room was spinning now...
"Very what?"
"Now ... Viv, now!"
Their climaxes were simultaneous and explosive as their seething bodies throbbed in the grip of the orgasm. For long seconds after the last of his cum barrage had stormed deep into her overjoyed vagina, they rocked together in silent reluctance to see the moment end.
When Vivien opened her eyes, Kurt was studying her face intently. "It wasn't really a test, was it?" he asked.
"What?" There was a twinkle of mischief as she looked unblinkingly at the man still hovered across her.
He grunted in what sounded like ultimate frustration, and disengaging from her clasp, turned to sit beside her. Vivien waited quietly as he drew the soft knit dress across her tummy and over her mound.
"It sounded like some crazy kind of test you were giving me." He cocked a perplexed eyebrow at her and she pushed to a sitting position.
She nodded and reached for the yellow panties just beyond her toes. "It was a kind of a test," she admitted, "but not for what you thought."
"I don't get it," Kurt said. "Vivien Cochran never does anything without damned well thinking it through. But I don't understand this."
"Then I'll tell you," she replied, taking a deep breath and reaching for words ... You admitted to me that you made a mistake the day Julia came to you and ... and you did ... well, those things. Now, I'm admitting to you that I made a bigger mistake and I want to set it straight."
He waited quietly as she reached to the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, then held his lighter to the Silva Thin. This time his hand was steady.
"Anyway," she went on, tossing the pack back to the table top, "I did a double-barreled warping of my daughter a few years ago without really ever intending it to come out this way."
"She doesn't act very warped," he observed soberly.
"Underneath, she isn't. It's only what's in her conscious mind. Bart was giving me a bad time when she was asking those adolescent questions about sex." Vivien studied the tip of her cigarette. "I'd begun to find male companionship elsewhere and I was feeling guilty as hell. Maybe you knew?"
"Sherm?"
Vivien nodded as she snugged the cigarette into the ash tray.
"So let me guess," Kurt interrupted. "Mistake number two ... you sent her to convent school."
"Almost. It was a very narrow training. Anyway, she's had some real shocks with the male world since she came home. With the female world, too."
His hand found hers and squeezed. "So lay it on the line. How did I come in?"
"She's determined she's going to make a career of this business, and the way the ball has bounced so far, she may get hurt in her love life. She wears her heart right out in plain view." Vivien looked steadily into Reichard's eyes. "Kurt, I want you to teach her a real man-woman passion so she'll know the best."
He sucked in his breath at the bluntness and for seconds said nothing. Finally he asked, "No strings?"
Her hand sought his. "None. I want her to know a real man's love, and you can pick the ways to teach her."
"Have to get her back here to administration and off that damned pool assignment. I don't think Sherman is as gung-ho for his manager to train Julia as you are."
"He will be," she promised. "I'm going to see him when I leave. But we've got some other things you should know about Julia ... that. . . now, Kurt, don't!"
She knew she should fight the arm that swept around her waist and forced her to her back. But when he found her lips with his and when his tongue speared in eager thrusts symbolic of that huge spear pistoning from his groin, Vivien knew if he didn't take her, she'd die.
"Ohhh, Kurt, do!" She opened her legs wide to welcome him.