Chapter 9
SADIST NYMPHOMANIACS AS KIDNAPPERS
The entertainment world was stunned with the news that Tommy Weldon, the singing idol of millions of teenagers-had been kidnapped. The whole world sighed and held its breath.
There had been a very interesting twist to Tommy Weldon's rise to fame. Tommy's father had been the singing rage of the early forties. Bobby soxers swamped all of Dick Weldon's performances and tore off his clothes. Dick Weldon enjoyed a long success and retired early in 1968. His son, Tommy Weldon, recorded his first record which sold seventeen million copies in less than one month. He was a star overnight, like his father. America opened its arms to young Tommy Weldon. He starred in his own television show, which caught on and became number one in the ratings.
Young Tommy appealed to both young and old women. His best drawing card was his sexy build, and the fact that he wore no underwear. Millions of women throughout the world waited for his TV show to admire his sexy antics.
During personal appearances, women often threw their panties along with their motel keys on stage. It was virtually impossible for Tommy to leave after a performance without being mobbed.
Then, suddenly, at the height of his career Tommy Weldon was kidnapped. When Dick Weldon received news from Las Vegas where his son was starring at the Pebble Hotel, he was shocked. He flew his private jet from New York to Vegas, frantic with worry.
At first, Weldon thought his son had been abducted by the gangster syndicate of the night club circuit. Seventy-five percent of Vegas was legally operated, but the remaining twenty-five percent was controlled by organized crime. If an entertainer broke his contract too many times he was blackballed. A black singer, and a close friend of Dick Weldon had been the romantic idol of the early fifties, but was blacklisted when he dated a famous French actress. The big money said to lay off with the interracial dating. The black singer refused. He had signed a seven-year contract with a major recording company, and they would not release him. He got no work for the next ten years until the company let him go.
Dick Weldon knew how powerful the mob was. And, too, his son had broken several engagements and was having a money hassle. Dick Weldon naturally thought the mob was putting the screws on. Even though it did seem unlikely the mob would heist the kid. Nevertheless, Weldon wanted to make sure he was on hand when the negotiation for his son's life began.
By the time Dick Weldon arrived in Vegas, the abduction was a front-page item. There were screams that his son's disappearance was a hoax, a cheap publicity stunt. Hollywood said Tommy Weldon had run away because he was unhappy being the son of a famous personality.
AH vital details were given to the father, concerning the kidnapping. Tommy was last seen after his midnight show; he walked offstage toward the dressing room-from there he dropped out of sight.
Dick Weldon went directly to see the Big Man. Carl Riskins who sat on the Vegas empire. "Hey, it's me. Your long-time buddy, Tom. Why would I get your kid? Calm down. You don't know what you're saying . . . "
Weldon and Riskins argued bitterly in Ris-kin's lush penthouse.
"Riskins, I know you are a powerful man. But so help me, if anything happens to that kid, I'll tear your head off!"
"I did not snatch your kid. The organization has gone straight. You know that. We don't use strong-arm tactics anymore. Besides, if the kid is anything like you-he's probably just out balling some bitch!"
"Whatever. But just remember what I said. I'll get you, Riskins, if you're responsible."
After Weldon left, Riskins made a phone call to one of his boys. "Listen, Bilko, look into the disappearance of that Weldon kid, huh? Put some of our people on it. See what you can turn up. The FBI is too slow. I want that kid found. Yeah, I also want to have the kid's old man in my debt again. So find that kid."
Dorothy Cole had been arrested for robbery, prostitution, and attempted murder of a Las Vegas club owner. Dorothy worked the whorehouses in and around Vegas. She was nineteen years old, had dark brown hair. Her face was plain, but with make-up, Dorothy could hold her own. She was tall and slender, yet fleshy in the right places. Dorothy Cole was a nymphomaniac. A Scorpio who held no respect for the law.
One day before the Tommy Weldon disappearance, Dorothy Cole was told to get out of town and stay out by the local police.
That night Dorothy met Roberta Henson. They met in the Greyhound bus terminal coffee shop. Roberta was a good-looking brunette, twenty-five years old. Quiet, passive, and socially neurotic. Roberta virtually had no mind of her own. She had difficulty holding down a job because her attention span was short. The other hip chicks, the dykes and hustlers, used Roberta while in Vegas. Roberta remained in a constant state of heat and was ready to fuck on the spot!
"Did you get run out of town, too?" Dorothy asked Roberta.
"Naw, these whores stole my clothes and money. I guess I am a sucker. I always get-"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Money is the only thing that counts in this country. This dump stinks. I wish I could get my hands on some real dough. Just once I'd like to shove shit in the Establishment's face. The way they shit all over us little people . . . "
A third girl, Lola joined the table. "You chicks mind if I sit down here? My dogs are barking!"
A mutual friendship blossomed between the three. All had similar problems and general dislikes for the Establishment. Lola had just been fired for balling a janitor, after hours. The owner, a male chauvinist pig shouted nasty things at Lola about her worthless talent. Lola lost her temper and stabbed the owner in the hand. Thus, she had to get out of town in a hurry.
The three women did not take the 9:30 bus to Los Angeles as they had intended. They picked up their bags, left the bus terminal, hotwired an automatic and drove off toward San Francisco.
Early that morning, twenty miles out of Vegas, their automobile broke down. They pulled the car off the road. It had been a nowhere trip. They were hungry, tired, angry and without money.
"What's wrong with the fucking car?"
"The starter is gone. The battery is okay-it's the starter!"
"How do you know?"
"My brother worked on cars. So you chicks get your thumbs out!"
Lola said, "I'm beginning to doubt having come along now. Why did I let you chicks talk me into this? I thought we were going to set the world on fire-we certainly didn't get very far. Let's face it. It's a man's world. Here we are, three dumb broads who can't fix a car."
"Ahh, it could have happened to anybody."
"Didn't happen to anybody-it happened to us!"
Dorothy said, "None of that has anything to do with it. A car is a piece of machinery."
Roberta, disgusted, put down her bag and went to sit on a boulder by the side of the road. The sky was just starting to glow with the morning sunrise. There was nothing but desert on either side of them.
Lola just plopped down on the ground and put her chin on her knees. But girls looked up at Dorothy, who was more or less their chosen leader.
Dorothy paced up and down the road, swishing her sweet ass. She was wearing a tight white skirt that cupped her small ass deliciously.
"Let's not panic, girls. I have a plan. I have a gun in my bag. We need some money because we ain't gonna get far without it. At this time of the morning the suckers will be driving along this stretch, drunk, and loaded. All we have to do is flag one over and stick the gun in his face. Then we'll take his money and his car. How does that sound? "
"You must be kidding," said Roberta.
"Naw, I'm from New York. We do it all the time there. It's easier than you think. The pigs are too busy to bother with petty shit like that. We'll be out of the state before the guy will be found."
"You think so, huh?"
"Here's what we'll do. I hitch a ride. Soon as I get in the car I'll shove a gun in the guy's belly and take his bread. We might even have a little fun. Who knows?"
Things did not work out as they planned. It was late morning before they saw a car on the road. The first two cars passed them by. Then they saw a convertible Ferrari cruising down the highway. There was a good-looking guy at the wheel.
"All right, you kids get behind that boulder. I'll flag this one down."
Dorothy stepped to the side of the road. She stuck out her thumb and took a wide stance. A breeze caught the material of her short skirt and pushed it between her legs, outlining delicious-looking thighs. The Ferrari braked and pulled over.
"Well-good morning, beautiful. Can I give you a ride? " called voice from the driver's seat.
"Wow, yeah! Thanks." Dorothy said, making her way to the side of the car. When she reached it, she pulled the gun and pointed it at the man.
"Hey-is that thing loaded. What's this?"
"Turn the motor off, buster. Sit still and you won't get hurt. Come on out girls-look at the fish I caught."
Lola and Roberta came out from behind the boulder. "You won't believe this, but I got Tommy Weldon," Dorothy told them.
"I'll be damned," exclaimed Lola. "It's really Tommy Weldon."
"At your service, ladies. But won't you please put the gun away?"
"I don't care who you are. I said sit still. Now shell out with your cash. We need dough!" The gun was waved dangerously near to his temple.
"If money is all you want. . . "
Lola tugged at Dorothy's arm, "Psst! That's Tommy Weldon. We just can't stick him up. Let's fuck the guy. Hell, I could use a good piece. Shit, I get horny in the morning-in all this sunlight. . . "
Roberta came over. "What are you two discussing?"
Dorothy stroked her chin in deep thought; there could be more money in this. She had an idea. "All right, you guys get in the car. We're going for a little ride. Move over, buster -I'm doing the driving."
They drove off the road. Dorothy was looking for a remote place where they would not be seen from the main highway. She found the perfect isolated spot and turned off the highway. They parked in a clearing where tall trees surrounded them, and there was enough brush to hide them.
"Get out of the car. Take him over there in the bushes . . . "
They got out of the car and led Tommy Weldon to a clump of greenery where there was a boulder. Lola walked beside him, reaching in front of Weldon to feel his dick. "Hmmm, he's got a nice cock, too. I used to dream about fucking you, man. I watch your show."
Tommy Weldon gave a genuine blush.
"All right, cut the chatter," said Dorothy. "Now we were just talking about how fate never smiles at us. How we never got the breaks. Well, look what fate dropped into our laps this morning. We can do one of two things. We can fuck the guy, have a couple of good nuts, take his cash and split. Or . . . we could hold out for more money."
"How?" asked Roberta, looking at Weldon standing before the boulder. Her eyes fastened on the tight pinch of his crotch. Lola was right-he did have a nice cock. She began to get itchy.
"Ransom. Do you know, according to what the papers say-this joker is the son of Dick Weldon. The old man is crazy about his kid. He'd pay a million dollars to get him back. Let's face it, this guy is important to millions of people. They will pay to get him back."
"That's kidnap!"
"The only way to score fast! We get the loot and split the country. Then we can make men bow at our feet. . . "
"If I may butt in," said Weldon. "I think you're making a big mistake. My old man doesn't give a shit about me. I'm just an item, a pound of flesh to those big shots. You'd just be wasting your time. Why don't you just let me go?"
"Didn't I tell you to shut up, mother-fucker! You pretty boy, you! You may be who you are when you're on stage-but you're with us now, facing a gun. You're just another fart to me, pal. Now cool it!"
"Hey-my head aches. Why don't we fuck him and talk business later."
"Yeah, Dorothy. This is Tom Weldon. Millions of women are creaming over themselves to sniff his cock. We have it right here. It'll be the first celebrity's cock I've ever fucked."
"You hold the gun on him, Dorothy. We'll take off those clothes and see what the star looks like. Eat your heart out American women!"
They rushed upon him and he staggered backward. Lola went to her knees and Roberta took off his shirt. While Lola unbuckled his pants she rubbed her hand over his cock. It bulged and stood stiff.
"Hey, look, girls. I'd be happy to oblige you some other time. But I just finished fucking a bitch, and I'm all pooped out. . . "
"Nobody asked you for a damn thing. I got the gun, buddy. You'd better get it up or I'll shoot your nuts off!"
"Don't worry, we'll get it up for you, honey." There was something in Lola's voice when she said this; clutching now, yanking his penis out of his fly.
"Oh, look!"
"Wow . . . we've got ourselves a big fucker."
"Kiss it, Lola."
"Let me get his clothes off first. . . "
Lola was now frantically yanking the trousers down Weldon's legs; excited by the other girls swooning.
"Shit, suck it quick, Lola!" Roberta was dancing on her toes, gleefully, like a child.
"All right. All right, give me a chance. Let me feel it first." Her small fingers came around his stock. She pumped it straight back and forth until the crown rose. Then she milked it down, its head pointed to the ground. "Oh, yeah, he's been fucking all right. Looks like the bitch he was with left her load here. Look at all the dried come around his crown. I'll lick it off-"
Her mouth clamped down on his penis. She took it as far as it would go into her mouth. She gagged, then looked up sheepishly at the other girls.
"Let me have some." Roberta was on her knees beside Lola. She snatched the dick away from Lola and sucked it. "God, it's juicy. You should try some, Dorothy."
Then the love ritual began. Tommy Weldon stood there between the two girls-one on each side of his legs. They both fingered his buttocks, moving around behind his ass. Lola had a bright smile, showing white teeth, as she smoothed her face over his right cheek. Then she leaned her head around and licked her tongue into his asshole. Weldon bolted. Lola giggled and patted his cheeks. "He's got an ass like a girl," she swooned.
The comment made Roberta try his asshole -only she dug her tongue in deeper.
They moved in front of him to grasp his penis. By this time, his penis was as hard as a rock. Lola stood up and put her arms around him. She kissed him in the mouth, not caring if he returned the kiss or not. She was like a kitten, snuggling her body all over his chest. Savoring the nakedness of his body.
Lola stepped back and unbuttoned her blouse. She was out of the blouse and skirt in seconds. This time, she ducked down to get her thighs up under his nuts, before coming on his cock once more. She put both arms around his neck and rolled her cunt over his penis. She spread her legs and dry-fucked him.
Roberta was down on her knees under the action, looking up from between Weldon's thighs. Her hands roamed over his hairy thighs and she stared at his penis, hanging down and rubbing in Lola's pussy.
The sun was beating down on Weldon, and the heat melted into a sexy energy. He was moved by the way the chicks were carrying on. Okay, so who was he to turn down pussy. Shit, why not be himself? At last, he was with real people, real women, not phonies like the ones in Vegas. Yeah-he was going to try and cock all three!
He pulled Lola to him (he liked her best) and fitted her thin frame to his hips. He rubbed his dick all over her small belly and between her thighs. She snuggled closer and he could feel her shiver. He squatted and pulled her legs apart. There was just enough room to get his penis in her cunt. It was a soupy, tight cunt. It took all his skill to get his penis a good six inches into her pussy. When his penis was finally inside, locked in, he began to hump her.
He fucked her fast, at first, just to get her going. Then he slowed down a bit and gave her straight shots up to the stomach. He knew that broads like her enjoyed their screwing hard and straight. He was a master at that. He could feel his dick stinging her, lifting her off the ground. He humped her harder and she grabbed on and threw her legs around his hips.
He cupped both his arms under her bottom and held it tight around his waist. His dick was screwing up like a mixer. They kissed and he stumbled around, with her holding on like a teddy bear.
The action was so fast and furious that the other girls stood paralyzed, trying to see everything at once. They did not think he would be so eager. They had expected him to fight. Not so.
Dorothy passed the gun to Roberta. She took off her skirt and sweater and stretched out on the ground. "Come here, cutie," she said to Weldon. "Let me show you something. They don't know what to do for a cock . . . "
Dorothy made him crawl on top of her. He sat on her chest while she fucked his dick between her tits. His cock was stuck warmly between her two soft mounds. For a moment, she raised up and took the penis in her mouth. She just wanted to get a little taste. She wouldn't let go of his penis and kept mouthing it.
Weldon, still sitting on her chest, reached back and finger-fucked Dorothy. She fanned her thighs open and shut, fighting the fiery feeling.
He went back to fucking her titties. Dorothy used her palm to keep the dick's thrusts straight, while her fingers teased and stroked the dick, sliding, slipping between her tits.
Dorothy had it all down. She was a professional, loving her work. She knew how to get the best out of a dick. Before mouthing the crown, she would rub the shaft to get it hot. From the shaft, she ventured down around the nuts. She squeezed them, but knowing how to delicately keep the pressure from crippling him. When she saw the shaft jerk, throb to shoot off, she put it in her mouth to taunt the oncoming explosion. Once she had captured the crown and knew it was about to shoot off, she would not let go. No amount of begging, or passionate pleas would free her mouth. It was as if a turtle had snapped down on the penis.
Dorothy maneuvered him into a sixty-nine position. Afterwards, she climbed on top of Weldon's cock and fucked a mile a minute.
They came that way and she reeled around and shoved her rear to his cock. Weldon took the lead and rammed her in the asshole. It was the same as fucking her pussy. Dorothy, being a whore, made use of all her holes. She had charged her customers double the price when she gave up her rectum. Usually, when Weldon fucked a chick in the butt hole, it was a hassle. It was either too small, or too gritty! Dorothy's asshole was as juicy as her vagina. He slipped in practically unnoticed.
His penis was stuck a good ten inches into her rectum. Weldon braced himself. Dorothy squirmed and wiggled back like a whiplash! It got so good to Weldon that he collapsed over her back. He had to let her do the fucking. He had all he could handle, simply holding on. He grew weaker. His nuts were being crushed by the tight cunt, pounding back on his rod.
Dorothy took pity on him and turned over on her back. He got down between her legs, anxious to shoot his best shot. He raised both of her knees to her chest-he wanted plush pussy. Dorothy kicked her heels in the air-and took it all. Right down to the very core of her cunt hole. All they could see then was Weldon's pink ass shaking in the breeze.
Weldon shot off and fell over.
Lola pounced on his dick, beating out Roberta, to see who would suck the come away. Lola was a come-freak and she lapped up the sticky substance in a flash. She looked at Roberta with come juice dripping from her lips. Roberta said, "You pig!"
Roberta snatched his dick away from Lola. "God, it's so damn big. Oh. shit! I didn't think men could be this big-" She leaned across his naked body and began sucking his cock. Roberta's head came down and his penis pushed up into her mouth. Her hands cupped under his nuts and his peter strained bigger . . . standing out like a limp serpent. She tickled his nuts very carefully, knowing how tender they were. Then she concentrated in earnest on sucking the crown. Her head went up and down. Then she reared back and withdrew his penis and made her tongue dance over it, before taking another mouthful! Up and down like a suction cup!
Roberta was so hungry for it. As if she at last had the privacy she needed to freak out on a slimy, come-filled cock. It was sheer misery for Weldon to see this crazed creature hovering over his penis, keeping Lola away. Her eyes rolling around in her head, her fingers stretching, teasing, and her tongue driving his dick head crazy. He couldn't help himself and shot off in her pretty mouth. The semen spurted all over his crown. The moment she saw the juice, she whipped out her tongue. And there came a slurping noise as she drank it-making sure there was none left. Roberta drained him and his penis fell limp, and she was more loving, as if she had just won a victory and was most understanding of a man's feelings.
However, Lola did not want his prick soft, so she continued loving him down around his nuts. Gradually, his pipe wiggled and found new life and again stood tall like an ivory tower. Her eyes brightened, knowing that he must be one hell of a stud to get a hard-on again so quickly. Perhaps it had something to do with Dorothy holding the gun to Weldon's neck. Roberta made a vow in her own mind that she was going to give his powerful penis an extra-special job.
When it was hard again, she set out to love down along the shaft. He changed positions, wanting to pump his penis good and stiff into her mouth. So Weldon lay Roberta down on her back and climbed over her face, and she was between his hairy legs. His ass was sitting on her tits. It felt great because her mouth was warm and slippery. It felt best when he would push too much length down her throat and she'd nearly gag. And every time his penis struck deep in her throat, he could feel his semen spurting. She drank and sucked. Deeper and deeper his penis sank, until finally, she angrily pushed it out of her mouth. "Oh, you're choking me!"
Roberta tired of sucking his cock. She pushed Lola off to one side and moved Weldon to his back. Roberta caught his penis and put it into her slit. His body humped up into her tunnel. Roberta rode his cock as she would a bucking bronco, hanging in there. He whip-lashed her and drove up like a jackhammer. The flesh of her quivery buttocks shook violently with the roughhouse fucking. Her ass made nice globular balls and his hands were there to grasp them as she sat on his rod just the way he wanted.
Weldon had so much cock hung up in her that he thought she was going to break down and cry like a baby. But Roberta did not. She enjoyed it more than he did. Even when he felt his long shaft pierce far up into her stomach-she only giggled and shot her ass down harder. Slip, shot, slip, shot!
Roberta lost his rhythm and fell behind-by the time she caught up, Weldon had made her climax! She had been out-fucked!
Lola, jealous of the way Weldon had fucked the shit out of Roberta, said, "I sure wish we had a better place to cock this dude. Where I could get into his ass good . . . "
"You're right. That's enough girls," said Dorothy. "I know a swell place to hide him. I used to date this guy who owns some property nearby. There's an old cabin. I think I can still find it. I used to drive out there to sell him pussy. Come on."
They found the cabin. It was far enough in the foothills to be safe. There were tall trees and foliage enough to cover the cabin from the main highway. During the search for the cabin, the girls heard the kidnap reports on the radio. They knew that the world was looking for Tommy Weldon. There were all kinds of theories as to how Weldon had disappeared, and where. The last report had Weldon skyjacked over Cuba.
The girls laughed. Suddenly, they realized that they were important public figures. They had pulled off the greatest crime of the century, with all the cops baffled, without even trying.
"Now, here's the setup, girls," Dorothy said, after they had squared away the cabin. "Tomorrow morning I am going into Vegas to contact Weldon's father."
"Hope you know what you're doing."
"Don't worry. You guys just make sure you don't fuck this guy to death!"
"Hey, it's my turn with Weldon. My own man to play with. I can do anything I want and he can't fight back. How marvelous!"
"Wait a minute-you two got it pretty good out there. It's my turn to tan his hide!"
"After me," said Lola, walking over to the cot where Weldon lay. "Wake up, pretty boy."
He stood up and was made to face the wall. Lola pulled his trousers down over his buttocks. She took a moment to lick each cheek. Then she tickled her thumb into his rectum. "How do you like that, huh? Ain't that what you men do to women? You treat women like dogs and sex objects. How does it feel to be our sex object? There's something I have always wanted to do . . . "
Lola swished her ass back a few paces and took up a wide-legged stance. Then she swung a belt that cut Weldon across the buttocks. He twisted around and snarled. "You little bitch!"
Lola pulled her weight behind the next blow and the belt wrapped around Weldon's face. He quickly turned to face the wall again. He was at their mercy.
It was ironic that Lola should have her hair fixed in pigtails. Her honey-colored face just did not fit the role of a super-sadistic bitch who got her kicks beating virile men's asses!
Dorothy and Roberta watched quietly, excited by the lesson being taught.
All of Lola's life she had been a sex object. Men fucked her and threw her away-like snotty tissue. One could understand the delight Lola felt beating Weldon's ass.
For a long while she beat and beat to get the hate out. When her arm got too tired to swing, she switched hands, and beat some more. When she finally paused to catch her breath, she saw how his back was red with blood. It seemed to delight her even more when he groaned in pain. The female was exerting authority for a change.
Weldon, too weak to stand-turned around and slumped against the wall. "Stand up straight, you bastard."
"We could cut his dick off," suggested Roberta, caught up in the bizarre thrill of seeing a man too weak to stand.
"Not yet. His cock doesn't look so masterful now, does it?"
"Men without their cocks couldn't run the world then. Could they?"
"Yeah-pretty boy. You think men don't need women. You think femininity is just something to rub your feet on . . . "
"Yeah, we're door mats to you! Hit his ass some more, Lola. Hit him one for me. Slash his dick one time!"
Lola did exactly as she was told. She snapped her arm back and hit his penis with a good firm stroke. It was a damaging blow that nearly detached his penis from his body.
"Lay his weak ass on the table. We're gonna show him how it feels to be a female. Show him the pain that women have to suffer at the hands of male dogs."
Weldon was picked up and thrown across the bunk. Roberta stood at the head and held his arms. Dorothy sat on the small of his back and pushed his face into the mattress. Lola had found a large Coke bottle and had the nose of it at his rectum.
"Please, don't do this to me, girls!"
"Ah, c'mon, you've fucked girls in the asshole before. Women and punks take it. You can, too!"
"I think he feels he would lose his masculinity, if he was degraded that way-well, it puts females down if yuh fuck 'em in the ass-the way you rape sheep."
"Give it to him, Lola. Don't let him talk his way out of it!"
The whole cabin shook with a piercing sound that Weldon made when the Coke bottle was shoved up his rectum. He then weeped quietly.
Dick Weldon did not think anyone would recognize him with the dark glasses on. He was wrong. He was being watched by a beautiful girl in a bikini at poolside. Weldon had a long weary night answering phone calls, avoiding news reporters trying to get the inside story of his son's kidnap. He had been hassled by the police. He had not wanted interference from them in case he was contacted by the abductors. They insisted that his phone be tapped. Weldon, a man with power himself, flatly said no! The Hollywood press said that Dick Weldon was drunk with power, so much that he'd take the law into his own hands. Then came the nasty one-liners that implied that Weldon was using the special forces of the underworld to find his son. Others said it was all a publicity stunt, and nobody in the world was crazy enough to hit Dick Weldon's own son!
Despite the reports coming out of Hollywood, Weldon was worried about his boy. But he decided that he would play it cool for the time being. Whoever kidnapped his son was professional and would have his own method of contacting him. He decided he would sun-bathe at the motel pool. That would be the last place snoops would look for him, figuring he would be bereaved by the disappearance of his son.
He was wrong. He was being watched. The beautiful girl in the bikini was on the other side of the pool. She casually took off her sunglasses and dove into the pool. She swam across and emerged near Weldon's table.
"Good morning, mind if I join you?"
Weldon didn't say anything. At first, he thought it was some cheap hustler who made a practice of hustling celebrities at poolside. Then when he saw the girl pull herself from the water, he did a double take.
"You're Dick Weldon, aren't you. I mean I'd know you anywhere."
"Yeah, chick, what can I do for yuh?"
"To begin with, I'm not a chick. You look as though you could use a little company. Mind if I sit down?"
"Help yourself," he was sure he had made contact.
He glared across the table at her. The bikini was flesh-colored with white trimming; it was virtually impossible to tell where her flesh began and the bikini ended. Her hair was pulled back in a twist, with a fall at the rear. It was a perfect frame for her sexy, exquisite face. There were large, deep pools of blue eyes, accented professionally by false lashes.
"Care for something to drink?"
"It's too hot down here . . . "
He stared at the half-cup halter and the tops of her breasts were like moons peaking over the horizon. Her large tits were a bursting bloom of prickly nipples, reflecting brilliancy.
"I'll come to the point, Mr. Weldon. We have your son."
She waited to see the effect. Weldon straightened up and looked around as if there might have been CIA agents sneaking about.
He could say nothing.
"All right, that's established. Let's talk about money. And try to act as though you're picking me up. I suggest that we go up to your suite and discuss this, cards down on the table."
"We can discuss it here. Is my son okay?"
"You'll see soon enough. We'll kill him if one single thing goes wrong. Now how much money can you raise in the next hour? Two hundred thousand? "
"You gotta be out of your cookie. I can't raise that kind of money on a moment's notice. An hour? No."
"Then say good-bye to your son, daddyo!"
His mind raced. "Would you settle for a lower amount?"
"Two hundred thousand dollars! And you're getting off cheap. You have one hour to get it up. Of course, I'll stay by your side. Like I said, I'm the pickup you intend to screw. Let's move, we've talked ten minutes already. You have fifty minutes left."
"You must be crazy!"
"Yeah," she smiled. "I am."
Weldon asked the waiter to bring a phone to the table. He called Carl Riskins.
"Listen, Riskins. I don't have a lot of time. I need two hundred thousand dollars. Right away."
Riskins answered, "Are you off your rocker? Oh . . . you've been contacted. Who has the kid?"
"Cool it. I have to draw the money with nobody noticing it. Here's what I want you to do. In fifteen minutes I'm going to try my luck in the casino. You arrange for me to win two hundred thousand dollars. Fifty thousand at the dice table, one hundred thousand at the blackjack table . . . that way it won't arouse the cops' interest."
"Who's gonna pick up the dough? Maybe we can arrange to help."
"No. You just make sure those boys at the table make sure I win."
It was done. Weldon won the two hundred thousand dollars without too much suspicion. The luscious dame at his elbow was even more noticeable than his winnings.
Upstairs in his suite, he handed over the money to Dorothy.
"What happens next?" he asked.
"You just sit still. You'll hear from us. Now it's up to you to make sure I get out of this hotel safely. Anything happens to me and your son is a goner! You'll hear from us in one hour. It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Oh, by the way-you have a lousy voice. Your kid sings much better than you ever did. Just thought I'd throw that in there!"
Three minutes after Dorothy had left the suite, two plain-clothes men barged in. "Weldon, you've just made the biggest mistake in your life. Why didn't you let us know the contact was being made.
Weldon looked up over a glass of Scotch. "I told you I would handle it my own way. You guys would have muddled it."
"You don't really think they'll let him go now. They have to kill him."
"The trouble with you cops is that you have no faith in your fellow man. Money talks in this society."
They argued and waited. One hour passed, another, and Weldon broke out in a cold sweat. Could he have made the wrong decision? Maybe the police were correct.
The doorbell rang. Weldon leaped to his feet and snatched open the door. A bell-cap stood there with a box in his hand.
"It's for you, Mr. Weldon. It was delivered in the lobby by a pretty young lady. She said that I was to make sure you got this."
Weldon snatched the box and tore the wrapping off of it. Then he ripped it open. He froze, and a horrible look came across his face. He grabbed his mouth and rushed for the bathroom.
The two policemen, stunned by Weldon's action, picked up the box to see what was in it. The white tissue paper was covered with blood, and in the center was a lump of meat that had once been Tommy Weldon's penis . . .