Chapter 2
The main thing Rudy noticed when he first saw Marcie was her big, softly jiggling titties pushing against a snug sweater. This was what was visible through the window of her teller's cage -until he peered inside to eye the shapely legs, the generous, seductively curved thighs and buttocks and slender waist, all so enticingly sexy.
He began immediately, on that blustery afternoon in early April, to determine how he could go about buying the girl with the warm brown eyes, the flawless skin, and the sensational figure, who worked behind a plastic marker which read, Miss Sewell.
It wasn't for her value as a mere personal possession that he wanted her, though the idea of having her in that way appealed to him. Money ruled Nichol's world. This came first, before everything else. And he saw in that lovely Miss Sewell an opportunity to make a lot of money without working for it.
Rudy was twenty-eight years old. Ever since he had given up his job as a newspaper carrier at the age of thirteen, he had never really worked for anything he had gained. He had schemed, cheated, burgled and robbed, but he had never worked. This was now a matter of pride as well as habit to him.
He had done well by material standards, living the kind of life he wanted and managing to set some money aside toward the day when he might want to take things a bit easier.
On the day when he had stopped in at her place of employment to make a deposit to his account, and had met Marcie, he had just reached an important decision. He was going to leave the midlands. A change of scene was what he needed.
London he had thought. That was a likely place. He had spent some time there on several occasions, and he liked the town. Though the police maintained a pretty tight lid, there were opportunities for a competent man. Especially around the Piccadilly area. That was a mecca for people seeking a good time and for those willing to provide the materials and services from which a good time could be built.
As for girls, fabulous Piccadilly Circus had a greater concentration of high-class talent than could be found in any part of the empire or Europe.
It was in this connection that Rudy thought of Marcie, right from the first moment he had met her. She was quality. She could pay his bills by fucking for a fee there until he got a foothold, after which she would serve as one profit source among others. Rudy always liked to have several things going for him at the same time, mainly pussy.
Had he been contemplating a vacation in London, he would have taken some money from the bank and made the trip on that. But he was planning a permanent move, and a permanent move had to pay for itself or it wasn't good business. Rudy, in his peculiar way, had the mind of a businessman.
The question was, how could he buy this girl, get her to go to London with him, and make her put out her pussy for his advantage when they got there?
A big order, admittedly. But Rudy liked challenges. And the profit, in this case, was likely to be worth a considerable investment of time and effort.
He got acquainted with the girl. Casually, at first, as any depositor might do. "Fine day, isn't it?" he would say, giving her a big friendly smile. Or, "You look bright and beautiful this morning " An attitude of genuine friendliness was the key to Rudy's approach. He had cultivated this, in the manner of a legitimate salesman or business promoter, and it had become natural to him.
When he felt the time was right, he asked her out to dinner. He hadn't misjudged as to timing, for she accepted. They began going steady from that point on.
During their first conversation, he had reached an important conclusion about her: She was a serious-minded girl, not the sort who would fall for cash or presents or a "good-times" approach. She would require careful handling.
It was scarcely a month after he met her that they became engaged. Now, two weeks later, they were en route to London, he had his big shaft in her pussy and was spurting his come-load in her cunny, and soon she would be opening her cunt to strange men for Rudy's financial advantage, he hoped.
He had told her he was a "public relations man" and that he had clients in London and in Wales as well as in Scotland. The move to London he had explained on the basis of "shifting my center of operation." He had given her a line about the burgeoning electronics and space industries in the London area, and how he stood to gain more new business by establishing his office there.
Rudy was a born con man whose specialty was women. He could play at love, but he had never really loved anyone but himself, and he had never been married. He could get away with anything once he had broken down a girl's defenses, and he didn't intend to marry Marcie anymore than any of the other girls he had cynically fucked, sucked and discarded. With his masculine good looks, his virile aggressive personality and his smooth love-making technique, Rudy intended to go right on screwing the girls in every way it was possible. After he had broken them in by sampling their tits and cunts with a personal lay, the next step was to put girls pussies on the open market. Thereupon these same pussies would be open for the hot, desirous penis of any man or boy who yearned to shoot his spermal wad into them. There was no doubt about it, Rudy was an accomplished pimp.