Chapter 6
A rented limousine sped toward Miami Beach's Country Club airstrip where Wade's Lear jet sat gleaming in the sunshine like some infernal metal bird. Two recently hired bodyguards escorted the elegantly dressed woman and sat on either side of her in the plane.
The ashtray in front of her was full by the time the plane landed and Wade's silver Rolls Royce limousine drove Adrian to his rambling desert house outside of Phoenix. Someone opened the door for her and she stepped out onto the curb, her silver dress shimmering in the warm night air with her every languid movement.
"Evening, Mrs. Parmenter." It was Perry.
Adrian blushed. Perry's black skin glistened like a wet panther in the moonlight, his teeth gleaming whitely. "Hello, Perry . . . " Their eyes never met.
"Glad you could make it." He extended a hand as she daintily pulled up her long dress and sashayed up the steps. "Don't bother with the cordialities, Perry. You know damned well I hate your guts!" she hissed, pulling away from his offered hand.
"I wouldn't be so free with my insults, Ma'am. Remember . . . I'm on the boss's side." He straightened his shoulders and squinted.
Angrily, Adrian spun on her heel and tromped into the well-lit house. Perry watched that smooth sleek walk of hers as the perfect half moons of her buttocks cupped tightly in the silver evening gown rippled sensuously, a silken expanse of naked tan thigh peeking out through the thigh-high slit with each step. With her long flowing raven hair and deep red lipstick and nail polish, she looked every bit the part of a well paid whore. The chauffeur licked his lips and grinned, then pushed down his growing erection with the heel of his black hand and grunted, thinking what he'd like to do with that ass wiggling through the door.
The party was the usual Wade Collins extravaganza: catered food, flashy, fleshy young women dressed to the nipples in gowns that molded ripe curvy flesh. Adrian sucked in her breath and elbowed her way through the chattering crowd, heading first to the open bar where she ordered a scotch up neat. The sickening thought wiggled into her mind that she might soon be a murderess. The room was a dizzying den of smoke and chatter and faces, all swirled into a heady mirage that seemed separated from her by an invisible glass wall. Was this real? Had she ever been to a party of this debauchery?
Adrian's delicate fingertips closed around the scotch glass and over the raised rim her pale marbly eyes lingered on a familiar profile. Joe Granger! He was still around. . . looking casually at ease. Adrian walked starchly, elbowing her way through the crowded room, ignoring turning heads and salacious comments from men whose eyes followed her every languid, scintillating movements. Joe didn't stare; his calm gray eyes picked her stunning beauty from the crowd like an art critic appreciating a rare and unique piece. His greeting was more cordial than enticing: "Hello . . . you look familiar."
"Yes, we met a few years back."
His calm demeanor, like the eye of a hurricane, made her feel secure. Unlike the moronic brutes who surrounded Wade, this man appeared calm and intelligent, in control of his destiny, immune to Wade's venom. Joe's eyes studied her for a moment, looking straight through to her soul and reading the fear there. Her black evening bag dangled heavily from her delicate wrist and Adrian felt a stinging shock of timidity. She swallowed dryly.
Out of the corner of her eye Adrian spied Wade snaking his way through the crowd toward her, his face tight with the strain of false emotion. "Adrian, so glad you could make it."
She stuck the tip of her pink tongue between her parted lips and said in a low tone: "This is the last time . . . "
He smiled amusedly at her insolence and guided her by the elbow across the room to where three Arabs stood in white caftans, the musky scent of oil emanating from their swarthy bodies. "Adrian, I want you to meet Sadara and his friends. Sadara, this is the lovely woman I've been telling you about."
The oily skinned Arab smirked, his dark liquid eyes burning into her bosom, settling on the deep milky cleavage of her breasts pushed high together by the plunging neckline. The tip of his hooked nose nearly touched his thin upper lip that curled in a lecherous grin.
Adrian shivered; there was no mistaking his intentions and Wade had no doubt fed his libido like he fed his zoo. "Pleased to meet you, Adrian," he said in a thick accent. Adrian cast a sidelong glace at his two bodyguards who were dressed similarly, minus the wealth of gold jewelry that studded every finger.
"Nice to meet you," she answered, clutching her hand bag and feeling the adrenalin flow in her veins like liquid hate. Somewhere to the side of her, Joe Granger stood watching intently over the rim of his glass.
Sadara's bony fingers reached out to stroke her naked arm; it felt cold and clammy. "My friends and I are looking forward to your company. You are indeed a lovely woman."
Somebody was pulling at her elbow. "I'm sure you will please Sadara." Wade pinched her elbow hard enough to bruise. "And if you don't. . . " The sadistic smile plastered on his face gave her goose bumps. "And if you don't, Adrian . . . our little Betty Crocker might end up a widow . . . " A burst of schizoid laughter rippled from his taut lips. He guided her towards the bar. "I want you to meet an old bosom buddy . . . "
Adrian's shell like ears picked up the bawdy laughter before her apple-green eyes fell on Carmen in a slinky green jersey dress that seemed to paint her body. She could count the pubic curls under that gown and the puffy circles of her half-dollar sized nipples stood out as if outlined in pencil. The neckline plunged halfway to her waist and a big tear-drop shaped cut out showed off the dimple of her navel. Her henna-tinted hair added an artist's touch to her stage makeup, drawing a close resemblance to a Toulouse la Tree theatre character. Carmen turned her head, her laughter dying in her throat, her bar glass clinked on the bar.
"You're here!" Her shadowed eyes bounced between Adrian's beautifully lashed ones and Wade's snaky orbs.
"Yes, Carmen . . . I'm here."
"Come on, have a drink for old times' sake." She wriggled her hips and laughed raucously, hysterically. "Makes it easier . . . makes the whole damned mess easier." Wade looked displeased.
"Yes, our friend Sadara has special tastes in women." With that nebulous comment, he retreated.
Adrian's silvery hips slinked toward the bar, following Carmen who was drunk enough to talk. "What's going on here, Carmen?" Adrian leaned close to her friend, their breasts nearly rubbing. "Who is Sadara and what does he have to do with Wade?"
"He's from Saudi Arabia.. . has interests in oil."
"What's that got to do with real estate . . . ? " Adrian's heavy black eyebrows raised in puzzlement.
Carmen leaned closer, her perfume chokingly pungent. "I can't talk about that stuff.. . you know what Wade . . . "
"Please?"
"He's planning on buying a chunk of property and going into partnership with Wade."
And Jack . . . poor Jack slaving over those papers right now, so pathetically hopeful about his future, being duped by Wade . . . another puppet.
". . . they need someone to head the corporation in his name so they can dump the taxes in his lap."
That somebody was obviously Jack."
Adrian stiffened. "And who's Joe Granger?"
"Guess he's Wade's legal advisor.. . I don't really know." Carmen's succulent red painted lips closed over her glass as she drained her glass, looking nervously about her, knowing Wade would put her in the Chair and turn all the knobs on high . . . leave her there for a few days to be literally fucked to death.
"And this greasy looking Arab . . . what's his special taste?"
"Women . . . he likes them together." Carmen looked away, ashamed of her enthusiasm.
Adrian's knees went weak; she slumped against the bar and caught a sickening glance of herself in the mirror. This is it! The bastard! He's robbed me of my self respect, he's threatening to kill Jack . . . and now he's going to turn me into a lesbian. She drew a deep breath and stood up straight, her painted fingertips playing with the solid outline of the handgun in her purse. One pull of the trigger and bam! no more Wade Collins. But the bastard won there, too; a lifetime behind bars was no better than a lifetime fearing Wade's next attack. With strained effort, she pulled together her shattered psyche and sauntered over to the party with a smile plastered on her lovely face. Joe Granger caught her attention before Sadara did.
"I see you've met Sadara . . . ? "
"Yes . . . yes, I have." Her voice sounded bland of emotion.
"Have you ever been to his country."
"NO . . . " Why would he ask a silly question like that?
"Just as well . . . you'd probably hate it. They don't have high regards for women there." He smiled and her mountainous silvery breasts fell two inches with a sigh of relief: "They'd run you off the road."
"Even in a gold Cadillac?" she smiled lopsidedly.
"Even in a gold Mercedes."
They touched glasses and drank.
"What are you doing here?" he studied her with intent curiosity.
"Let's just say I'm here to pay a debt.. . an old debt."
Wade stepped between them; he was good at that.
"I see you've met Mr. Granger, Adrian. You're spreading yourself awfully thin, aren't you?" Wade smiled braciously, his lips thin, tight with threats before ambling off to Carmen at the bar.
"What's your name?" It suddenly struck Adrian that she'd been eyeing this man, feeling the juices of sexual attraction flowing, and she had not yet introduced herself.
"Adrian . . . Adrian Parmenter . . . "
"Adrian . . . I like you . . . I want to spend some time with you." he said casually, "I want to take you away from this party."
Adrian smiled over her glass. "I'd like that, too, Mr. Granger, but as I said, I'm repaying an old debt . . . " It took every bit of her energy to maintain her composure. Dear God, how I'd love to run out of here!
"You don't belong here . . . "
"I've had similar thoughts." Adrian handed her glass to the bartender for a refill. "As I said . . . " she paused, cocked an eyebrow while holding her breath, watching Wade advance and step between them.
"Our guest is waiting for you, Adrian . . . " He nodded in the direction of the three Arabs.
"Wade, I'd like to spend some time with Adrian . . . "
"Oh?" Wade stared at Adrian for a swift second, his eyes saying much more. The scorpion was retreating. "And what does Adrian have to say?"
Electricity sparked between them. "Yes . . . I'd like to." She'd openly defied Wade Collins, depending on Joe in some crazy way to rescue her. She hadn't the courage to go it alone; even guns were only temporary solutions.
"Very well. . . you may use the room on the left."
The bedroom was small but tastefully decorated. Joe flipped the light switch, adjusted the dimmer and flopped into a chair, then tugged at his necktie, loosening it. "At the risk of sounding trite, what's a lovely woman like you doing at a party like this?"
'That's my secret . . . but then, I might ask the same of you?"
He tilted his glass in a salute and tossed the drink down his throat, then sprang from the chair and locked the door. Adrian hadn't time to breathe before he swept her up in his strongly muscled arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, running his tongue in between her smooth even teeth. Her own tongue shot out hot and wet into his scotch tasting mouth.
Abruptly, he let her go and Adrian staggered back dizzily, loosing her balance and sprawling on the bed. He fell on top of her in an instant, his strong body crushing her lithe one as he kissed her face, her mouth, her neck, while his hands busied themselves in the plunging neckline of her dress. She breathed hard, eyes closed when he rose to his feet and casually started to unbutton his shirt. A crooked grin came over his face. "Better get that dress off . . . might get torn with what I'm going to do to you!"
Weakly, Adrian stood up and, looking at him, unzipped her evening gown and pulled it off her milky white shoulders, then down over her hips and stood before him in her white lace strapless brassiere, panties, and silver high heeled shoes. Joe's eyes were blue burning coals of appreciation as he drew in his breath sharply and let out a little moan. The cups of her brassiere held her breasts up and out, creating a deep cleavage, the strawberry nipples barely pinched out of sight. Her panties, barely more than a G-string hugged her swollen pussy mound and black curling tendrils of hair peeked out from the sides of the vee-shaped scrap of diaphanous lace-trimmed fabric. Slowly, tantalizingly she turned, exposing her naked buttocks with the flimsy French panties biting deep into the crack between her ass-cheeks.
She faced him again, and smiling her seductive best, reached behind and unsnapped the clasp on her brassiere, letting her firm, milky breasts leap free, the brassiere fluttering to the floor like a giant white butterfly.
Joe ripped off his shirt, his hairy chest decorated with a white tiger's tooth dangling from a gold chain. It seemed appropriately manly for this virile specimen whose body rippled with muscles. He advanced and cupped her breasts from the underside as if weighing them. "Not bad," he murmured in her ear, bathing it with hot liquid breath. "Not bad at all." His fingers pinched at her nipples and she felt them spark into diamond chips, sending a bolt of warmth and wetness down to her vagina.
She stuck the tip of her pink tongue between her teeth and worked at unzipping his pants; she undid his belt and watched as his pants fell to the floor with a clink of change and keys. Joe stood in his underwear, his penis growing hard under the cotton trap of his jockey shorts. He looked down at his burgeoning erection and laughed. "I feel kinda silly with my pants around my ankles," he said boyishly.
Adrian giggled, fears forgotten in this precious moment of intimacy. True.. . it looked absurd. In a side step, Joe stepped free of the puddled pants and pulled off his jockey shorts and stood naked before her, his cock swelling before her eyes. His was a gorgeous cock, smooth and nakedly shiny, the veins pulsing with blood and lust and promising pure pleasure. Her eyes appreciated it before her hands moved down to lovingly caress it and stroke back the skin to reveal the mushroom head dripping with pearls of pre-cum.
With a liquid sigh, she dropped to her knees in front of him, the cock still in her hands; she rubbed its oily lubricant over her naked breasts and neck and face, licking the sticky threads clean of her mouth with the tip of her velvety tongue. Settling into position, she held it straight out in front of her and let the tip of her tongue slide lovingly out and licked the purple head. Her long eyelashes fluttered over her high rouged cheek bones as her taste buds delighted over the cum-taste. Her glossy lips formed a perfect oval and she leaned forward, her long raven hair flowing down her milky back. Her head bent forward letting his desire-swollen cock push against her succulent lips, feeling his hips slowly pump forward as his hands tangled in her silken hair.
With a rush, her lips gave and her mouth opened wide to take in all of the thick hot cock down to the stalky base. It filled her mouth hotly and slid easily back into her throat; she fought against choking as she sucked gently, her lips stroking the tender flesh slowly back and forth. Joe didn't have to move as she worked her lips, tongue and jaw to slip his foreskin back and forth in her mouth, his blood filled cockhead popping in and out. Above her, she heard him catch his breath and mutter: "Jesus . . . "
Freeing her hands, she cradled his fuzzy balls with one hand while the other slowly reached behind him, clung to his hard-muscled thigh, and slowly started up until she found his buttocks clenched tightly together. Slowly, one burgundy painted fingertip began to bore in, trying to find and touch his anus while she sucked harder with a liquid rhythm. The underside of his cock gushed heavily with blood and it wiggled against her tongue, alive and forceful as her lips clamped around the shaft like two taut rubber bands.
She groaned and muttered something lewd when her finger found his anus and flicked lightly over it. With another, deeper, throaty groan, he pushed her head away and, lifting her by the armpits, raised her off the ground and threw her on the bed.
Adrian landed sprawling with her dark hair tossed recklessly on the pillow, one knee up. Joe's face, tight with passion, hovered close to her puckered nipples while his hands pulled at the flimsy panties and ripped them from her naked loins. With a smacking plop, he fell on top of her.
Adrian spread her legs wide enough to feel his heated cock nestle between her silken thighs; she squeezed tight and delighted at the sensual feel of his wetly throbbing hardness trapped in her warm, soft pussy flesh. He kneaded her breasts, cupping one so that he could bend his head and gently bite and suck on the nipple. Automatically, Adrian began to undulate, grinding her hips and thighs into the mattress, teasing his trapped cock until a stream of pre-cum spurted from the end slit and dampened her thigh. The heat, the old lewd feeling was engulfing her again and she gyrated wildly, feeling his body hard and heavy on top of her.
Opening her thighs a tiny bit, she forced her hands down underneath her so their softness cupped the cheeks of his firm buttocks; she slid them under until her fingertips could feel the swollen lips of her vagina. God, I'm soaking wet!
Slowly, she parted her swollen cuntal lips apart, allowing her cherry red cunt to roll out and feel the shaft of his cock burying itself lengthwise along the hungering slit of her pussy. When she let go, she squeezed her thighs shut tight again.
Adrian reveled in the feeling of having his cock caught in her slippery cunt and she pumped her slender hips and shimmied her thighs, smiling at his labored breathing. Joe slipped one arm under her waist and pulled her body tight to his, arching her back and forcing her breasts to jut out three inches more. She felt his other hand creeping down her back, feeling its way down her spine and then forcing, wedging down in between her firm full buttocks and the mattress. His middle finger found the deep crack of her ass cheeks and slid downward exploringly.
"Mmmmmmmm. . . . " She let her thighs relax and slowly spread her legs wider apart. God, she wanted his cock slamming inside of her! She spread her legs wide as they would go and bent her knees, feeling a trickle of love juice seeping down between the bunched cheeks of her buttocks and felt it, warm and exciting, flowing over her tightly puckered anus. "Oh . . . Oh . . . yesss!" His finger slid up and pressed on the button of her anus, making her squirm her buttocks and bend her knees even more, pulling them back so that her cunt was open to him.
The delicious sensation of giving in, of submitting, of relenting overtook her. Only the humiliation was missing . . . but the size and ferocity of his penis would more than make up for it. God, I want him to fuck me!
"Oh, Joe . . . Joe, God, fuck me . . . I want you inside of me."
Joe let out a grunt of understanding and rubbed his slippery cock head against her furry pussy slit, concentrating on the nub of her swollen clitoris. Adrian went wild pumping her hips, begging silently for his cock to fuck her.
In answer, he pushed his hips down and forward until the knob of his cock head spread the lips of her cunt. Every nerve in her body screamed for release. Adrian felt her breath leaving her body exactly as if she were falling in a high speed elevator and she hissed, sucking in her breath, as his cock slid and swelled inside her cunt, stretching her cuntal walls wide and hot. She felt certain it could go no further and still it came, making her giddy and hot. It rammed against her cervix, making her nostrils flare from the delicious pain. "Oh, God, Joe.. . fuck me!
Joe wasted no time. He started sawing his long thick cock in and out and making wild circles, smacking into her hips bone. Her fingernails clawed red welts across his back and she moaned, her mouth open, her body rippling with lust.
Timing his move to the second, he sank his burgeoning cock clear to her tender cervix as she threw her head back and moaned wildly and slammed her hips up to take it all. His thick hunk of male flesh had cleaved her cunt wide and Adrian squeezed hard, contracting her vaginal lips around his glistening shaft until they trembled in place together, each of them exerting all their strength to hold that tight pose.
In a flash, he added momentum to their lustful madness by thrusting his middle finger into the soft tender tissue of her rectum. Adrian's mouth fell slack and a throaty cry rippled from her luscious lips. "Aaaaggghhh Gawwwwd!"
His finger squirmed inside her buttery depths; he drew in a deep breath and started fucking harder, savagely, his heavy balls slapping against her exposed buttocks as he lifted her off the bed and slammed her down deep into the mattress. Her natural resilience forced her up again to meet his cock ramming deep into her cunt, smashing into her cervix. Adrian was suddenly up there with the stars and satellites, devoid of gravity as she felt herself cumming with a rush, cumming with an orgasm that would shatter her psyche.
Her lips parted in an unspoken groan of ecstasy and her head thrashed wildly on the pillow in a veil of blue-black hair; her eyes rolled white in her head and she felt her body tensing, arching, electrified as the orgasm came and twisted her body convulsively. "I . . . I . . . I'm cumming!" she moaned, then screamed as every nerve in her body tingled and jerked and twitched around his magnificent cock. He fucked harder and she came fountain-like, his savage thrusts hurting her.
And she kept cumming while his penis squirted into her womb, splashing her with virile sperm. He fucked her while his cock grew bigger, swelling, torturing the wet inflamed walls of her pussy. The pain of his savage cock increased the pleasure of her orgasm; Adrian moaned and saliva caught and rattled in her throat while he exploded inside of her, filling her up until the sticky threads seeped out of her cunt around the tightly swollen lips of her pink slit. Joe let out a throaty bellow and, with one final spurt of his scalding cum, collapsed moaning and rolled off her sweaty body onto his back.
"Hmmm. . . . "Adrian rolled over and kissed him, letting her tongue slide down over his face, his neck, chest and stomach, tasting the salt of his exertion. The tip of her pink tongue trailed hot paths all down to the wiry patch of his pubic hair she let out a little moan and buried her face in his loins, on her knees now, her hand holding his erect penis. His appreciative hands slipped down to caress her silken buttocks and she spread her knees compliantly so his fingers could play teasing games with her clitoris. Opening one green eye, she saw his cock waggling in front of her nose. Quickly, she closed her ovaled lips around it and sucked, her tongue twirling wildly around.
Adrian wanted more . . . she always wanted more. She had been filled, but there was that one last unsatiated inch of desire. She sucked him with all her might and guile, using every trick imaginable to make his cock grow hard.
She stroked his rubbery foreskin with the tip of her velvety tongue and succeeded in making it slide back and forth on the mushroom head. His penis grew in her hands and she pumped it desperately while his fingers sawed in and out of her seeping cunt, sloshing through the swamp of their mingled sexual juices, making soft wet sucking sounds. Adrian wiggled her buttocks and sucked as his penis gushed with blood and swelled in her mouth. Joe's muscular hips began a slow grunting grind.
The mattress squeaked with his rhythm and, as Adrian's head bobbed up and down, her blue-black hair made a dark shroud around her naked body. Harder and faster she sucked in rhythm to his pumping hips. Whether she was sucking him or he was fucking her mouth was anybody's guess.
Adrian sucked until her lips nearly cracked, feeling the bulbous head growing rock hard, feeling his massive hunk of male flesh swell deliciously. A moan rumbled from his hairy chest and she knew he would cum again. His hands circled her naked hips, pulling her over him. Agilely, she lifted one leg and lay flat on top of him, her concavities meshing perfectly with his convexities, until her cunt was positioned inches from his face. His hands cupped her smooth buttocks and pulled her loins down while his long tongue licked maddeningly at her seeping pussy, burying deep inside her womb, then darting out to stab at her pulsing clitoris.
The two of them played a symphony of pumping hips and sucking mouths as they licked and clung together, undulating and writhing in a sensual dance. Joe's hirsute body tensed, his cock swelling impossibly huge, forcing her mouth wide open as he came, pumping more hot viscous sperm into her hungry mouth. Her cheeks bulged and hollowed as the cords in her neck stood out, her body twisting her throaty gurgling with each swallow. Joe nibbled at her clitoris with his front teeth, gently biting, and she came with a gush.
The two of them lay like spoons, cuddled together on the sperm spattered bed, deeply relaxed, intimate.
"Adrian.. . ? " his voice went soft. "Come away with me. Let me take you out of this place."
"What. . . ? " Was he serious? "Joe . . . I.. . I.. . can't."
"Is it your husband?" Joe let out a defeated sigh.
Adrian felt a scalding tear dribble down her flushed satin cheek. "Partly . . . " Wade mil have Jack killed if I leave. . . but I can't tell Joe that.. .
"Let me take you home." She felt the mattress lighten as he sat up, then rose from the bed, a shadowy form in the blackened bedroom still heavy with the musk of sex. The change in Joe's pockets rattled as he picked up his pants.
"I said, I can't!"
"I see, you're like Carmen and the rest of Wade's whores. You love fucking everything in sight. . . it's just a game to you!"
Adrian could feel Joe's sperm gushing from her vagina as she sat up in bed. "Joe, please try to understand . . . I. . . "
"I understand. Guess I'm just easy. I thought you were different," he said bitterly and stomped out of the door.
"Joe? Joe. JOE!" she mumbled to a closed door.
Scalding tears squirted from her chartreuse eyes, her mountainous breasts heaving pathetically. She'd lost her only friend in Wade's zoo and now Wade would be in a demonical fury over her spite. And why was Joe so anxious to have her go away with him? Did he have connections with Wade?
Weakly, she stroked her black mane of hair from her eyes and slipped from the rumpled bed and felt under the covers for the knotted rope of her bikini panties and unrolled them. Adrian had slipped one slender ankle through the leg band when she sucked in her breath, goose bumps rising on her naked breasts, anticipating the touch of terror.
Her eyes fixed on the turning brass door knob as the door opened to spread an orange wedge of light into the dark bedroom. In the stolen light, she made out the white slit of pearly teeth that broke into a Cheshire smile. That and the metallic glimmer of a 22 magnum was all Adrian could see. Her burgundy painted fingertips crept over the rumpled covers searching for her black satin handbag, her heart thudding in her temples. Perry waved his pistol first, then cocked it.
"Better get some duds on them gorgeous tits, Mrs. Parmenter," he grinned like an emancipated slave. "The boss man is waiting.. . "