Chapter 7
When Raul awoke, he stretched his naked body. He noticed he still had a hard-on and his big cock swayed above his naked belly. He suddenly wanted to shove it into Yvette's burning cunt or in her ass. He felt beside him for her, but she had already left. Probably wanted to be on time for her job, he thought.
Yvette's agile body had proven to be exceptionally well-developed in the places that appealed to Raul: her breasts were huge, yet not sloppily soft, with well-defined nipples and her buttocks were full, low slung and sexy. What he liked best of all was that she turned out to be a real, undyedredhead, down to her very bush.
Outside it was a fine day, just warm enough to be comfortable. He began to feel relaxed as he walked to the eatery where Yvette worked. He was hardly seated when she hurried up. She looked fresh as a spring flower and equally as good to look at.
"Raul, you're wanted on the phone." She slammed a menu down in front of him.
"It's Denise Lefevre."
He was startled."Denise? How in the world did she know I'd be here?"
Yvette smiled for the first time. "This is the village, Raul. There aren't many places you could be."
He sighed and got to his feet. "Yvette, get me an order of breakfast while I find out what's up."
"If you'd stayed in your room, you wouldn't have to worry about what's up, once she got to work on you," Yvette said tartly. "That's where she's calling from...your hotel."
Raul strode to the cashier's desk. He picked up the phone. "Yes." "Raul?" Denise's voice was low, tense. "What is it, Denise?"
"I want to talk to you, darling. Could we have breakfast together?"
Darling, was it? He laughed shortly. "I can afford the breakfast. The thing is, can you afford to risk your reputation?"
"Oh, darling, don't--" She broke off, then said evenly, "I'll be there in five minutes, Raul."
He returned to the booth, and Yvette came over promptly. "Do you want breakfast now, or would your rather wait for your guest to arrive?"
Raul was too bemused to pay much attention to her sarcastic tone. "Hold my breakfast, Yvette. Just bring me some coffee for now."
"Over, you said. Why's she coming here then, I'd like to know." She flounced off, angrily.
Raul lit a cigar and smoked reflectively while waiting for Yvette to bring his coffee. He was utterly mystified as to why Denise wanted to see him. After the way she'd rebuffed him last night, nothing she could say could possibly interest him.
Raul had finished the coffee and smoked the cigar down to a glowing stub before she came in. She wore dark glasses, and her somber dress, though chic and fashionable, indicated a bleak mood. She walked directly to Raul's booth and slipped in across from him.
Yvette came up. "Did you wish to order, Mrs. Lefevre?"
Denise kept her head down. "Just bring me whatever Mr. LePlaise is having."
Yvette went back to the kitchen, her plump, sexy rump swaying.
"Raul, I can't stand Edouard any longer." She raised her face and swept off the dark glasses.
"Mon Dieu, Denise." Impulsively Raul reached across the table. Her left eye was swollen and discolored, and there was a livid bruise high on her cheek. He touched the bruise with the tip of one finger. "Did that louse do that to you?"
She nodded. "There are other places, too. I left the boathouse before he came to, looking for you. After the party, he broke down my bedroom door and beat me. He was raging, almost out of his head."
"The swine. I'll cut his balls off." He made a fist and ground it on the table.
Denise reached across to catch his hand. She said softly, "Thank you for that, darling, but it doesn't matter that much."
"It does to me."
"No," she said quickly. "I hate him, Raul. I always have. But last night finished it. I can't stay with him any longer."
"Why couldn't you see it last night? It would have saved you the beating."
"Oh darling, I love you. I've always loved you. " She took his hand in both of hers.
"Does this mean you're going to leave him?"
"Yes. I'm going to leave him. But I'm not going to see him profit from it. That's what he wants, but I'm going to insist on an accounting of the estate. I don't intend to let my hate blind me to-"
"You talk of love and hate almost in the same breath," Raul said with a laugh.
He remembered the plane tickets back in the hotel room. Substitute Denise for Gaby... Again he was sorely tempted to tell her the real reason he had returned. The way Denise felt about her husband, she just might...
But no, she would never go along with his robbing the bank. She would be shocked, and would turn away from him in disgust.
Yvette came with their order. "Will there be anything else, Raul?" She managed to make both her voice and posture provocative.
"That will be all, Yvette," he said curtly.
Denise's glance followed Yvette until the redhead was out of sight, then she looked back at Raul, her eyes again hidden behind the dark glasses. "You seem to have renewed old acquaintances."
"Don't tell me you're jealous."
"Yes, I'm jealous. Why shouldn't I be?" she retorted. Then, "I'm sorry. I guess I really don't have the right, after last night..." She removed the glasses again and looked at him intently. "Remember the lake up the mountain? Our picnic? I want to go there again."
He said gently, "Of course I remember, Denise. But you can't go back. We've both changed. Women always want to go back." He held up a hand at a look of hurt. "All right. I'll go on your picnic, and I'll screw you. Gladly. But don't think it's going to be the same."
"It will be better, darling, much better. You'll see." She picked up her fork and began to eat heartily.
Raul toyed with the food. His appetite was gone; there was too much on his mind. When Denise finally finished, it was near noon and the restaurant was filling up.
"I think we had better leave. The way this town is, your husband probably has a blowby-blow report by now."
"Does that frighten you, darling?"
Raul snapped. "I don't scare that easily. But we are being foolish. We don't have to flaunt our fucking before the whole town."
She reached along the table to lay her hand on his. "I don't care who knows I love you."
He believed her. There was no doubt of her sincerity at that moment.
But what did that solve? It only added one more problem to those he already had.
He sighed and said, "Denise, there are many things you don't know about me. I didn't come back here to take you away from your husband; I came back to get even, to make this town pay for all the things it did to me, the things it took away from me." As he spoke Denise paled, her eyes widening.
"Raul, you scare me when you talk like that. You're not weak and shallow like Edouard. You don't make idle boasts."
He said grimly, "It's no idle boast, Denise."
She let her breath go with a sigh. Her color returned. "But that doesn't make sense, Raul. Besides, what can you do about a village? Burn it down?"
Again he knew the urge to tell her of his plan. A successful bank robbery could be as mortal a blow to the village as a raging fire. Had he been alone in the operation, he would have told her, and damn the consequences. But he had Roger and Gaby to consider. He'd brought them into it.
"We'd better knock this off," he said abruptly.
"Perhaps you're right, darling. We'll go up to our lake Monday early, and spend the whole day there. It's going to be along weekend not seeing you again until then, but we're having weekend guests, so I won't be able to get away. Monday, we'll make our plans." She slid out of the booth, then leaning, touched her fingers to his cheek. "I love you."
He simply nodded, and watched her walk away from him. Her marvelous ass wiggled so enticingly that he knew if they were alone he would pull his cock out of his pants, lift her skirt, yank her panties down and thrust his bared cock up the ass-hole of her delectable behind. He would shove his long dong between her ass-cheeks right up her anus. Once his shaft was completely surrounded by her hot ass-hole, he would let his love-juices spurt.
"Well, your high-bosomed friend seemed as anxious to leave as she was to get here."
He hadn't heard Yvette come up. He turned
Suddenly serious Yvette said, "She's a real fine person, Raul, but I think she's pretty confused right now. She's trapped in a lousy marriage, a marriage that was probably more her father's doing than hers. I think..."
Raul put a bill on the tray with his check.
" "What do you think, Yvette?"
"I think she needs a man. A real man. And I know one, if he's available." She let her gaze move slowly over his crotch and the big dick she knew was ready in there. She had experienced his virile peter and found it wonderful. She sighed, and said as though to herself, "And he's available. That sticks out like that long dick of his."
She was a most tempting dish, but time was getting short, far too short to get involved with her. "I'm sorry, Yvette. I've got things to do. But I'll be around. Maybe we can get together after the holiday."
Her smile was wry. "Sure, lover, sure. I'll be around too. That's me, always around.
Already the toursit flood was starting, and the village cash registers were humming a gay tune. By six o'clock, the end of the day and of the banking week, the bank would be feeling the extra inflow of cash. And for the first few hours Tuesday morning, the money the merchants had taken in over the long weekend would pour into the bank, all there for Roger and Lamar's dramatic appearance shortly after noon.
Raul couldn't suppress a shiver of guilt as halfway back to his hotel he saw Paronel, the police chief approaching. He forced him self to relax. "Hello, Charles. Looks like the village's filling up. You'll have a busy weekend."
Paronel removed his hat and mopped his brow. He grunted. "Hell, they need a nursemaid more than a cop. I and my men will spend all weekend rounding up drunks, stopping brawls and hauling drunken fishermen out of the lake. And that puts the lid on the wine and conversation I offered you until Tuesday." He brightened, "but things will be back to normal then, and I can relax."
"Tuesday it is, then. I'll be over before lunch. You got a good supply of wine in that cubbyhole you call an office?"
Paronel grinned broadly. "You just come, there will be all you can drink."
Even with the influx of weekenders, the village was still quiet and peaceful. The shops were busy, but there was no rowdiness yet. Raul paused in front of the hotel and looked along the street. It wasn't a bad little place: at peace, prosperous, even friendly in a way. He snorted at himself. Now what had brought that on? Less than an hour ago he had been expounding to Denise how much he hated the village.
He glanced over at the bank. Then he leaned back against the building. As it had for weeks now, his mind went over the plan again, searching for flaws and finding none. Through the bank's front window he could see the stooped figure of Trudeau, the ancient guard. Trudeau had been with the bank since long before Raul's time. Raul had never known him to fire the gun he wore strapped on his hip. It was entirely possible the thing wouldn't even work.
On a sudden impulse Raul started walking. He walked out of the village and along the old highway that ran near the lake, following its twists and turns closely. A new highway had been built before Raul had left the village, and this one, though it intersected the new one a few miles down the mountain, was seldom used now. Apparently no effort was made to keep it up, but it was still usable.
After leaving the outskirts of the village, Rault only saw two Renaults before he reached his destination, some two miles away. Tuesday, after the weekenders had departed, there should be no cars at all. Certainly the villagers never used the old road.
And this was all to the good.
From the point which was his goal, there was no cabins in sight.
And that too was all to the good -and part of the plan.
After the holdup, Gaby would drive the stolen car down this old road. Roger and Paul would change as she drove, from jump suits and face masks into old fishing clothes. The money from the bank would be stowed in a tackle box.
Then, at this point on the road, Gaby would send the car off a high cliff. In the car would be the clothes used in the holdup, Paul's gun, and anything else that might serve to identify the trio.
Now Raul stood exactly at the spot where the car would be driven over. The old road made a gooseneck curve, following closely the shore at a crooked inlet on the lake. On three sides of the inlet, the cliffs rose sheer for close to two hundred feet, and there was no beach at the bottom, only water -very deep water.
A car driven off here, unless seen, would never be found. And the odds against it being seen were very high. The inlet, due to its corkscrew shape, could not be seen from the body of the lake, in the event anyone was fishing nearby. And the inlet itself was rarely fished.
Raul knew this spot very well. He had often walked out here in the old days, for it was the place where his drunken parents had gone to their deaths. The road was in use then, and a passing motorist had seen their car go over. Otherwise their bones might still be down there, skeletons eternally trapped in the car.
He shivered. The place always gave him an eerie feeling.
And it reminded him that he hadn't visited their graves since coming back. It was possible that he couldn't even find them. At the time there had been no money for gravestones, and he had never gotten around to it when he had the money.
He wrenched his mind away from such thoughts and lit a cigar. He went over the other details of the plan.
After the car went over, Roger and Paul would separate from Gaby. Raul turned and looked up the mountain. That way was the cabin, something over a mile away. Gaby was to return there. If there were questions later, she had been out for a hike.
On the shore a short distance away, a row-boat was hidden. Roger and Paul, carrying the tackle box with the money, would hustle down to it and spend two or three hours fishing before returning on foot to the cabin, hiding the tackle box in the woods near it.
Raul had little doubt that they could get this far, if all went smoothly at the bank. Charles Peronel would be the only officer on duty in the village, and he would be lethargic after the hectic weekend, and as full of wine as Raul could possibly manage to get into him.
When Peronel heard of the holdup, he would immediately notify authorities down the road each way, the roadblocks would be set up long before a car could get that far.
When the roadblocks failed to net the robbers, disbelief would spread. Planes would fly over as much of the territory as possible, and men on foot would comb the mountainsides on the theory that the robbers had abandoned their car and taken off on foot.
When that failed, the third step would follow naturally. Everyone in the area would be questioned. But there would still be hundreds of vacationers in scattered cabins on the mountain. Roger, Gaby and Lamar would be but three out of those hundreds; there would be little reason to suspect them over any of the others, no reason for more than a cursory search of the cabin and grounds, if that.
All they had to do was wait for a few days. Soon it would be the consensus of opinion that somehow, impossible as it would seem, the robbers had slipped away. Then the trio could leave without being searched. Raul would already have gone, and would be waiting for them in the Paris hideout.
It would work. There was no reason in the world why it shouldn't. It was, as Roger had said, the perfect crime, and one that would be talked about for years to come.
Why, then, had he suddenly lost his taste for it?
He felt a sudden urge to see Gaby and Roger just once more before they pulled the job. Actually, it was probably a desire to fuck Gaby, to be naked with her, his long, throbbing cock buried to his balls inside her boiling cunt, her big titties flattened beneath his chest as his creamy come spurted up her wanting hole.
The wild stud habits of the last five years still prodded his vigorous shaft and balls. Sometimes it seemed the more women he had, the more cunt he craved. And Gaby was always sensational in bed...
However, it would be foolish to risk it now. It was too close to D-day for their takeover of the bank. Besides, he knew he had his choice for desirable broads for the long weekend. There was Denise if he got desperate, and Yvette, he knew, would be delighted to take a soapy bath with him, if he would soap up her cunny with a lather of hot semen.