Chapter 6

Ty Grinnell began to blink his way to consciousness from a troubled restless night. The liquor fog that still hung on from last night's drinks was no help. Since Ernie Snyder's murder and his dramatic encounter with Ellie, and then Lorene, he had been drinking more. It helped to take the edge off the nagging problems these women had given him.

He could see their figures before him as he thought of them.

Ellie Cameron's flawless features, auburn hair and womanly, voluptuous figure, plus her expensive setting added up to a real classy female. He smiled as he recalled her round, full breasts, the sleek curves of her flaring hips and thighs-her beautiful pussy-and the passionate way she went for his fucking. She was an excellent combination for him, sex with cash in the offing.

The blonde Lorene was more slender, but her titties and hips were exceptional and enticingly curved. She was younger, very pretty and Ty was sure she would have been a most appealing fuck companion. But her involvement in Ernie Snyder's murder made her too hot for any romancing right now. He wanted to find her before the cops for two reasons. He would get great publicity out of appointing himself her attorney. Also, he could sell her eye-witness account to the papers for some real folding money.

Ty took a shower, shaved, dressed, had some breakfast, then ventured forth into the street. The same old street. Nothing looked different. The sidewalks were thronged, cars were parked along both curbs in careless defiance of the parking regulations. In the middle of the street cars were almost bumper to bumper. The clamor of noise was deafening. Ernie Snyder was dead, his restaurant was closed, but this morning no one seemed to care. At least there was no crowd around it.

It was just a short walk to Rudy's. He would have liked to have stopped there-but he couldn't. If he went to Rudy's at ten o'clock in the morning and said he needed a woman's cunt he would have looked ridiculous. He could go there tonight, and ask to see Nikko-and maybe he would get somewhere. You ought to be able to buy a person like that. He doubted that she collected much from Rudy.

He headed for his office and he had been there for only a short time when Tom Riley came in. If anything, the detective's scowl was deeper. His eyes were red-webbed, his shoulders sagged. He already looked tired and it was still morning.

"What did you do last night," Ty asked, Tie one on?"

"Knocked off at three," Riley said. "Never get much sleep on a tough case. Ain't got our hands on Christy Higgins, but we'll pick him up pretty soon. Want to know why people get caught?"

Tell me. You've got all the answers."

"It's easy," Riley said. "If you run, you most likely go to some town you know, some place where you've been. We spot those places and when you get there-we're waiting. Or if you go to some strange place, you stick out like a sore thumb, and we find you. It's a waste of time to try to run away."

"Some people make it."

"Not many."

Ty's eyes narrowed. "What are you going to find around here?"

"Maybe the waitress who worked for Ernie. What can you tell me about her?"

"Not a thing."

"Where is she?"

"Damn it, I don't know."

Riley blinked his eyes. "You talked to her in the restaurant, the morning of the night when Ernie was killed."

"Maybe I did. How would I know."

"A pretty girl, young, blonde-you noticed her. Man who was in the restaurant said you joked with her. Some people around here talk. Not many, but a few. What did you and the girl talk about?"

Ty thought quickly. It might have been generally true, that people around here didn't talk. But someone did. Take Margie King, as an example. She might be picked up by the police any time-and to curry favor, she would talk. He was skating on rather thin ice.

"She was a new girl," Ty said slowly. "I kidded with her, I suppose."

"Make a date with her?"

"No."

"Did you try?"

'I don't go for waitresses."

"What's wrong with a waitress? Got a notion you like women, and a guy who goes for women, doesn't draw many lines. Where can I find this blonde waitress?"

Ty felt a sudden flash of anger. "Damn it, I told you I can't help you-and I meant it."

The detective squinted at him, looked away. He shrugged and said, "All right, Grinnell. Maybe you're telling the truth. I'll keep looking around, keep asking questions. But if I don't get anywhere I might have to lean against you. An' if I lean, brother, I lean."

"You can go ahead and lean against a lamppost," Ty said sourly.

"Don't kid yourself about lampposts," Riley said. "They stand up straighter than most men."

Ty tried to get to work after the detective left, but he found it hard to concentrate. He stepped outside, walked to the corner, bought the morning newspapers at a stand across from Ernie's restaurant. He stared at the closed building, and frowned. This morning a policeman was in front of it. He was just standing there, doing nothing else. It seemed a waste of manpower to station a man in front of a locked restaurant.

Back in his own office he scanned the morning reports. The Times, and the News made quite a splash about the murder of Ernie Snyder. Neither went overboard, but both gave good coverage.

Ty didn't feel any better after reading the newspapers. This was a big case. It would be a bigger case tomorrow. Right now, if he could put his hands on Lorene Tucker, he could pick up a nice piece of change. He could even gamble. He could make a deal with some reporter, send him into Rudy's. But if Lorene wasn't there and if the reporter set up a howl, Rudy might find out who tipped the reporter. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes about this, at all. He had to protect himself.

The rest of the morning slid by.

And the afternoon.

He had two interesting telephone calls. One from Connie Hall, one from Ellie Cameron.

It was Ellie who called first, and her voice didn't sound quite right. It was shaky, nervous. "Ty-is everything all right for tomorrow?"

He frowned at the telephone. "You mean tomorrow night?"

The party hasn't been cancelled, has it?"

"I don't think so."

"I was referring to the afternoon. Didn't I tell you...."

"You said you would come Saturday afternoon."

"May I?"

Ty laughed softly. "I wish you were here now."

"So do I. What are you doing?"

"Sitting at my desk, working."

"I wish I could have asked you to come this afternoon, but I didn't think it was wise. This is Friday-and I never know how early Hugh might get home."

"What did he think of me?"

"He didn't like you at all. He's going to have you investigated."

"Let him. He'll never prove a thing. When can I expect you Saturday?"

"That depends on Hugh. I think I can get away by three in the afternoon. Should I go to your apartment? I have the address."

"Yes-the apartment," Ty said. "I'll be watching for you."

He hung up, spent a few minutes thinking about her. She had sounded a little edgy over the telephone but he knew he might have imagined her uneasiness. Or perhaps it was normal for a person to be a little shaky when she was making a forbidden date. Even an old hand at extramarital fucking, like Ellie was. He had no illusions about Ellie Cameron. She was a delightful chunk of woman but he wasn't her first cock away from home, not by a thousand miles. She was an old hand at screwing-one of the best. And she would fit into Connie's party as though she belonged. All he had to worry about was the afternoon. If he wasn't careful he and Ellie might fuck themselves out before the party started.

He was still laughing over such a possibility when Connie telephoned, and when he recognized her voice he said, "Hi, Con. Is that party still scheduled for tomorrow night?"

"That's one of the reasons I called you," Connie said. "Are you planning to come?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You-and a friend?"

"That's the ticket."

"I may be jealous of her?"

"I hope you will. How do I get you out of the pot?"

She sounded amused. "You have to hope. You might even wind up with Delia Hernandez. She weighs two-ninety."

"Wow!"

"Don't sound frightened. I've seen her screw."

"I'd rather fuck you."

"Him Let's get crass. How much do I have to put up to squash those complaints against my buddings?"

"I told the guy at City Hall four hundred. You can hear him screaming now-but he'll take it. He hasn't said so, but he will."

Then out it to three hundred."

Three hundred. He'll never agree."

"Slow down, Ty. The hundred I just mentioned was party cost. These days, parties cost money."

"Not a hundred bucks."

"Want to drop out?"

"Of course I don't-but what do I get for a hundred bucks?"

"It'll be worth it."

"It better be," Ty said heavily.

She was really crawling out of a squeeze. It would cost him two hundred to set up the complaint forms, make them seem legal. As things stood now, his profit was down to a hundred. Considering the risks he was taking, that didn't amount to much.

"See you tomorrow night," Connie said over the phone.

"Don't worry, I'll be there," he answered, growling the words.

He hung up the telephone-and he was still angry. A hundred bucks for tomorrow night! That was damned steep. Maybe he could get the money from Ellie, but no, that wasn't smart. He would set up something special for Ellie, something tailored to what she could afford and that might amount to real money. As for Connie, he would collect from her-personally. She might not be worth that much, but he would find out.

He went out and got the afternoon papers. The tabloid sheets were really going to town over the MEAT CLEAVER MURDER They had hardly any facts to go on, but they did a lot of guessing. They had pictures of the restaurant, a drawn diagram of the kitchen, and an old portrait of Ernie Snyder. He had once been married. His ex-wife had been located and interviewed.

He kicked the papers aside. To hell with 'em.

Where was Lorene? What had happened to her? How could he find her? If he could only get his hands on that Japanese girl, he would make her talk.

There was a light knock on the door. He didn't answer it but someone opened it, came in, and closed it.

It was Nikko.

She was wearing sandals, slacks and dark silk blouse. Her black hair was parted in the middle. It was shoulder length and perfectly straight. Her face was wide-eyed, unsmiling. A child's round face. She must have had breasts. They pushed against the silk of her blouse. But they couldn't have been very large. In fact, there wasn't anything about her that was very large.

He pointed to her, "You! I wanted to see you last night."

"Yes, Mr. Grinnell." She. walked forward. "What is that you want?"

"Lorene Tucker!" He threw the name right at her. "I want to see her."

If the Japanese girl was surprised she didn't show it. But she surprised him. "That might be arranged."

"So you've got her." He raised his voice. "By God, I guessed it. You've had her all the time."

She shook her head. "Oh no. I did not say that, Mr. Grinnell."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you not wish to see her?"

"Same thing. I want to know what happened to her."

"I think nothing has happened to her."

Ty was suddenly confused. What was this all about? Nikko was contradicting herself. Or was she? He stared hard at the girl. "Where are you keeping her?"

"With friends."

"You mean...."

"She is not at Rudy's."

He leaned forward. "Then where the hell is she?"

"I told you," Nikko said, and she smiled.

"You mean you've got her hidden?"

"You may say that if you wish."

Nikko didn't seem at all frightened. "I get along very well with the police. If I told them I had never heard of the blonde waitress I think they would believe me."

Ty scowled at her, and shook his head. He felt confused, baffled. He didn't know how to talk to her, how to approach her. He knew men-most men. How they thought, how they reacted. Where they were weak or where they were strong. He could measure women with no trouble-most women. This Japanese girl, however, was something different. She was only pint-sized but he could sense her self-confidence. He had almost shouted at her-and she had smiled. He had sworn at her-but that hadn't affected her. He had threatened her-and she had dared him to call in the police.

He ran his finger through his hair, took a deep breath, and tried again. "Why did you come here, Nikko?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Money."

"Money!"

"What do you mean, money?"

"I think she is worth something-this blonde waitress."

Ty slashed his hand through the air. "She's not worth any money. The cops want her as a witness against Christy Higgins. Or maybe they want to charge her with Ernie's murder. Do you see any money there, anywhere? The cops never put out any money."

"But you want her," Nikko said.

"I want the topcoat she stole from me. That's what I'm after."

The Japanese girl nodded. "Your topcoat is at Rudy's. You may pick it up, anytime. So now, you have no interest in the blonde waitress?"

"Just curious," Ty said. "Where you keeping her anyhow?"

"With friends"

"You mean you still think she's worth money?"

"Possibly."

"Well I'll be damned." Ty said, and he sat down in his chair, leaned back, and stared toward the window. He had found Lorene-but not quite. She had been at Rudy's, but wisely, she wasn't there anymore. Nikko had found a place for her, maybe in "Little Japan". But she might as well be half way around the world. In that clustering part of town which was called "Little Japan", she could have been hidden forever.

Nikko spoke quietly. "You are disappointed in me, possibly?"

"In a way." He looked around at her. "What makes you think so?"

"Money."

"And that's what you're after, huh?"

"Yes, Mr. Grinnell."

"I don't have much."

"I think you have more than I do."

He was studying her, a very small person but extremely neat. Her eyes were very dark, a match to her hair, and her nose was rather good, larger than the average oriental nose. Her lips were perfectly shaped, lightly colored. Her skin had a faint olive tinge. It was probably smooth, warm and entirely pleasant. He spoke suddenly. "Come over here."

"Why?"

"I want to look into your eyes."

"I think you want more than that," Nikko said, and she walked toward him.

She didn't hesitate for a moment, didn't flush, didn't question what he might want. He stood up as she reached him and she walked into his arms as though this was a routine measure. She tilted her head back to be kissed and she leaned against him and lifted her arms, closed them around him.

She really knew how to kiss, too. Her mouth wasn't very large but it knew what to do, her lips clung to his, soft lips, but warm and very much alive.

After a moment he drew away. "Ummm, that was very good."

"A business relationship," Nikko said.

"That didn't seem like that to me."

"I have learned that a business relationship should be very close. Are not we very close?"

"We could do better like have a good fuck."

"Yes, I know."

"Then, what?"

"We will talk about the blonde waitress. And we will talk about my share."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you had a single track mind?"

"Is that not good? When I fuck, I fuck. When I speak of money, I speak of money."

"Then I'm hooked. Is that the idea?"

She laughed softly. "Is it so bad to be hooked with someone like me?"

"Ummm-I don't know. Why don't I find out?"

"You should lock the door," Nikko said practically.

Ty didn't get excited easily. Generally, he didn't get confused. It took something unusual to surprise him. Nikko was doing all those things to him. He was growing excited, she already had him confused, he was more than surprised. The couch in his office had been used before, many times, but on most occasions he had had to work like hell to get his women to screw. Most women resisted a couch. Maybe they didn't mean to, but they acted that way. They struggled, they held back, they gave in reluctantly-then had a good fuck. This Japanese girl was proving to be an exception.

A delightful exception.

Right now, while he was locking his door, she was stripping off her clothing as calmly as she might have done in the privacy of her own room.

Off with sandals, the slacks, the blouse.

Off with the brassiere, the panties.

And that was all there was to that. Nothing else to take off. Standing very straight, her shoulders back, her head erect, she turned to look at him. There was a strange look in her eyes, as though she was appraising him, weighing his reactions.

He grinned at her. "Nice. Very nice."

"Yes, I think I have a very nice body," Nikko said. "But it is a very lonely body-an impatient body."

"I'm worth waiting for," Ty answered.

He got his clothes off and it pleased him that Nikko stood waiting in front of the couch, and that she remained standing until he walked toward her and folded her into his arms. After a moment he lowered her to the couch and lay beside her. It was a real pleasure to kiss her, for she took a part in that, too. He felt her breasts. They were moderately high, perfectly shaped and sized to her body. Not very large, but on her they shouldn't have been large. He had boasted, once that he was a big-tit man, that that was what he wanted in a woman. He didn't mean that, really. Those that were sized to the body, that were firm and high and well nippled, were what he wanted in a woman's tits. Nikko's body couldn't have pleased him more.

He caressed those dark, hard nipples. He changed positions, got his head on Nikko's breast, worked his mouth on those warm mounds, and could feel her reactions. Nikko was a calm, self-possessed person, but she wasn't acting very calm any more. He could sense the torment stirring over her body, stealing into her muscles, pounding through her blood. He reached along her body and he didn't have to reach far. Her hands were busy with him, too. Child-like hands-but knowing hands. It was the easiest thing in the world to get his prick where he wanted it to be-right in her cunt.

She didn't lie quiet for a moment. She moved, twisted, rolled. She was like a mechanical doll with a hundred different sets of springs and heels and ratchets which were clicking in rhythm-and going faster and faster, until suddenly the mainspring broke, the springs fell flat, and the ratchets stopped working. That was where he stopped too, with a damned good crash! He grinned to himself. He was getting pretty good, timing himself, letting loose his hot sperm at the exact, right moment her love-jukes shot from her cunt.

After a moment he relaxed, but he held her closely in his arms. This was an old habit. After making love you held the woman in your arms. She liked that.

But Nikko was different!

She stirred in his arms restlessly.

And she spoke. "I want fifty percent cut of whatever you get out of the blonde waitress."

Ty was startled. He readjusted his thinking. "You want what?"

"A fifty percent cut."

"You're crazy! Where will I get any money out of Lorene Tucker?"

"Well, I don't know. I thought you had a plan."

Nikko sighed, moved away, sat up. "Then as you might say, I suppose that is that. I will dress and go back to Rudy's."

"Just like that?"

"Wasn't this good?"

"Very good, but love is just love. Money is something different."

She got up and started dressing, as casually as though he wasn't watching. That didn't take long either. A moment or two and she was ready. She walked to the door, stopped, looked back. "Good-bye, Mr. Grinnell."

He stared at her. "You mean you're leaving-just like that?"

"Why not?"

"I thought we were partners?"

"That was my thought, but if the blonde waitress has no value, then we have nothing to sell."

"I might work something out," Ty said, "Where is she?"

"With friends," her eyes were laughing. "I think I wUl not tell you, Mr. Grinnell, until I know the score."

"But you've got her?"

"Yes, Mr. Grinnell."

"Is she safe?"

"The police will not find her."

"If I could make a deal ... "

"Make it-then speak to me again. Fifty-fifty, Mr. Grinnell."

"That's unreasonable."

She smiled, shook her head. "Good night, Mr. Grinnell."

She turned unlocked the door, stepped outside and was gone. Ty started to call after her, but he didn't. He got to his feet, locked the door, dressed, then took time to pace the floor, and to weigh what Nikko had said.

It was easy to analyze the problem he faced with respect to Nikko and Lorene Tucker, and it wasn't heartening to him. Nikko knew where Lorene was and could deliver her-but at a price. A high price. Fifty percent. Of course he wouldn't pay fifty percent. He had decided that instantly. He would pay what he called fifty percent, but whatever it was, and as low as it was, putting out any of it to the Japanese girl annoyed him.

He laughed briefly, glanced at his couch. At least, Nikko had been a pleasant experience. She had been more than that. A wonderful fuck-and a challenging proposition. She had been warm in his arms, but when she spoke of money she was cold as ice-and thoroughly heartless. She had taken care of Lorene, had hidden her-now she was selling her. Selling her for a price. He thought sometimes he was pretty bad, but the Japanese girl was ten times as evil. A Judas! That was a good name for her.

An uneasy thought crossed his mind. Could Rudy Estrada have had anything to do with Nikko's visit? That was a possibility-but there was one point against it. Nikko had come here-to his office-where no one could have listened in on their conversation. Very easily, Rudy could have made him meet Nikko in one of his cellar rooms, which could have been bugged. He didn't think Rudy trusted anyone. Since Nikko had come here on her own, it was reasonable to think that Rudy wasn't involved.

At least he hoped he was right about that. He could handle the Japanese girl. Rudy might have been more difficult.

Nikko walked quietly up the street. She spoke to a number of people whom she passed. She was fairly well known in this part of the city. Not liked, and not unliked.

Most of the people who knew her didn't know much about her. She worked for Rudy Estrada, but that didn't prove anything, one way or the other. Rudy, himself, was a mystery to a good many people. Some liked him, used his services, his herbs. Some thought he was cracked.

She passed Tom Riley, but she didn't speak to him. She knew him, and feared him. He had given her and Rudy an uneasy afternoon. She met two patrolmen on the corner, waved to them, and smiled. She walked past Lefty Horst without a glance. She knew him too well.

Rudy was waiting in his office, pacing the floor nervously. A tall, thin, tired man. At times he was kind to her, at times he acted as though she didn't exist. In general, they got along, and in an impersonal manner. For Nikko, it was probably a good thing that he was uninterested in her as a woman. If they could keep their relationship on that basis they would have little trouble.

"Did you see Riley on the street?" Rudy asked.

"I saw him," Nikko nodded.

"Prowling. Always on the prowl I do not like him."

"I think he will accomplish nothing."

Rudy scowled at her. "You spoke with Grinnell?"

"Yes."

"What does he want?"

"The blonde waitress."

"Why?"

"He has not yet told me-but he will. He is very much interested."

"What will he do? Call you?"

"Call-or he might visit. He will want to keep that a secret. He will suggest that we go out for coffee."

"Then go out with him-but slow him down. I want to sell the girl Saturday night."

"We have an agreement," Nikko said calmly. "You are to sell her cunt Saturday night-but I am to suck her afterward."

Rudy's scowl grew deeper. "I don't see why you want to make love to her-she's not much to look at-skinny-"

Nikko shook her head. "She is young, like the morning. Her body and her mind are untainted by the city. One more thing-she is just learning a new kind of love. An experience such as that is always exciting."

"All right-you can have her."

"And the man you are hiding? Christy Higgins...."

"You are not supposed to know he's here."

"He is more danger than Lorene?"

"No. For the police would never guess that Christy Higgins is hidden so near the restaurant. Besides, he is paying very well."

"What is my share?"

"Don't I always share with you? You get the woman, Lorene. You get to suck her body. I will take care of the man, Christy Higgins. And I have collected his money."

"I am still going to move the woman away-after Saturday. There is always a chance the police might search us. If Mr. Grinnell should guess who is staying here-I do not like men such as Mr. Grinnell."

"No. He is not an admirable person."

"I let him fuck me, but that was a business proposition. I thought of him as nothing. When he screwed me, I remembered someone else. I think we must do something about him. He is a real danger."

"He will destroy himself," Rudy said. "He is the kind to hurry his fortune-and to take chances. I think he will not worry us very long."

Nikko nodded. "Perhaps you are right, perhaps he will destroy himself, but I am not sure we should wait."

Lorene slept, and slept, and slept. Now and then she woke up and was clear-eyed, her mind almost razor sharp. But she didn't want to get up, or go anywhere. Nikko might come in. Nikko had become the most important person in her world. There were other times when Lorene awoke-and everything seemed hazy-and horrible nightmares seemed to be crowding in from every side. In her dreams, Jud Stebbins still lived to torture her. With him, sometimes, was Wayne Boland, but she could never see Wayne's face clearly. It was nothing but a bloody smear.

Once, Jud actually came to her bed, and got into the bed with her. Jud-or it might have been Wayne Boland. Whichever it was, he treated her with cruelty. He chewed at her breasts, twisted at them. And then he stuck his prick in her cunt and raped her. She was still screaming when Nikko came in to comfort her.

"He is gone," Nikko said. "He is back outside the door. But we will keep him there and we will wait until he is asleep. And then...."

"I never want to see him," Lorene said.

"You must destroy him," Nikko said. "There is no other way to escape from him. See what I have brought...."

It was a whip-but a strange kind of whip. The handle was about a yard long and was of black leather. Tied to one end were a number of thongs-leather, thongs. These thongs were about as long as the handle and each thong was knotted. Nikko used it, swinging the whip through the air, smacking it against the floor. She did that again and again, and then smiled.

"What's that for?" Lorene asked.

"The man who hurt you. I would cut him to ribbons. Would you not like to do the same-make him pay-make him suffer...."

"Yes, I would like to do that," Lorene said, and she closed her eyes.

"Here," Nikko said "Try it."

"The man's not here."

"You can act as though he were here. I will fix a blanket, roll it up. Wait a moment."

Lorene sat up. She wasn't wearing anything. In bed, she didn't need anything and she had practically stayed in bed since she had been here. Nikko gave her the whip, then rolled up a blanket, placed it on the floor.

"All right," she said. " There he is-the man who hurt you. What are you going to do about it?"

Lorene looked at the whip in her hand. She looked at the blanket roll on the floor and suddenly it seemed like a man's figure. She stood up, used the whip. She swung it into the air, then brought it down. She swung it again and again. She kept on until her arms got too tired to hold the whip.

Nikko took the whip. "That was very good, my darling."

"Am I your darling?" Lorene asked. "Forever and forever."

"Do you have to go away?"

"Not unto you are asleep." Then I will never sleep."

"Ah, but you will," Nikko said. "In a very short time you will go to sleep. But no one shall harm you while you sleep. I promise that you are safe."

Lorene got back onto the bed. She closed her eyes-and struggled to remember something that was on her mind. It was something very important, something vital, something she had remembered when her mind had been clear. It had something to do with the tea she had been drinking. Yes-that was it. There was something strange about the tea-something wrong with it. There were occasions when the tea carried her into a world she had never seen before-a world of color, a world of excitement. She didn't mind that. She loved that. But there were other occasions when the tea seemed to pitch her into fantastic nightmares-when it shoved her into the past-a past she was trying to escape.

Jud was dead. He could never hurt her.

And Wayne was dead. He could never touch her.

Yet-in her dreams they weren't dead. They returned. They hurt her dreadfully. Her body was in torture.

It was the tea which drew her into the past. If she didn't take any more-that was it. She shouldn't take any more. She wouldn't take any more. She would remember that. She would not forget. No more tea. No matter what happened-no more tea.

Someone stirred beside her. It was Nikko. Lorene turned toward her, gathered her into her arms, held her tightly. Then, gradually, she relaxed, stretched out on the bed and sighed. Nikko's bands were on her breasts-soft, gentle hands, healing hands. It was wonderful just to feel them.

She spoke very slowly. "I must tell you something-it is about the tea...."

"You do not like it?"

"There is something about it ... "

"I know what to do," Nikko said. "I will fix it for you myself. How win that be?"

"So that it's just tea?"

"Nothing else, darling. I promise you."

Hugging Nikko's slender body gratefully, Lorene kissed her full on the lips.

"I want to do something for you now, Nikko dear," she murmured.

Her dark hair caressed Nikko, as her head bent to mouth the dark nipples eagerly. As her tongue darted from one erecting nipple to the other, little mewing cries came from Nikko's lips.

Nikko led Lorene's hands to her shapely assheeks and then Nikko uttered louder, ecstatic cries as Lorene began to explore Nikko's cunt-lips and clitoris. Nikko's ass began a swaying response to Lorene's tantalizing rhythm.

Later, still panting, she smiled at the proud Lorene, "You are learning your lessons well, dearest pupil!"