Chapter 7

The conversation was going as had most with Sherry. It bothered Curt that he could not only get to first base with her, but could scarcely even get her to take him seriously enough to talk civilly to him. And so, in place of just accepting his lumps, he had instead resorted to a pattern in which he would kid and chide Sherry Ames, generally resulting in disaster as far as her attitude toward him was concerned.

So now it was happening all over again and he noticed that his heart was beginning to palpitate with nervousness as he kept on talking to her. That bothered him. After all, if she didn't mean anything to him and she definitely should not, then why would he be that concerned about what she thought of him in the first place? That was the important question and one that he was unable to satisfactorily resolve.

"If you don't mind my saying so, you have a very juvenile way of acting," Sherry Ames bluntly told Curt. "As a matter of fact, I'm glad to say it even if you did mind my saying so. I think you're very disgusting, Curt, the way you talk to me."

"Don't you have any sense of humor?" Curt asked her lamely.

"I do, but a sense of humor is reserved for somebody who demonstrates a wit. Unfortunately, you haven't even demonstrated a half of a wit."

"No that's a damned unkind cut," Curt said.

"It happens to be true. You act like a ridiculous little juvenile. I'm hoping you're going to do better for your father's sake."

"I didn't know you cared," Curt said.

"I frankly don't for your sake," she explained. "I do, however, for your father's. He's a very dedicated man and he happens to be one of the most intelligent people I've ever met. Not only that, but he's one of the sharpest professionals I've ever dealt with. He knows his job backwards, forwards and sideways and it's been very illuminating to me just being in the same office with him. At any rate, I have been doing some research for him and I wanted to drop off some papers."

"Sure thing," Curt said. "But tell me something. Why is it you feel so hostile toward me?"

"I'm not hostile toward you. To be hostile toward you would indicate that I felt something. Even if it was hostility, it would involve a certain feeling. I have no feeling. I'm just saying for your father's sake I'd like to see you accomplish something and not disappoint him. You'd be much better advised to spend your time over your law books than trying to kid around with somebody like me. As a matter of fact, I was a very meticulous student myself and that's why I graduated first in my class and wound up at a firm as prestigious as your father's. Let that be a lesson to you. Work a little harder and the rewards will be greater."

"Okay, I'll try and remember that," Curt-laughed. "So you want to come around here and drop off this material for my father?"

"That's right."

"What time?"

"I have to spend a little more time in the law library and I should be over at your place ... well, I should be there about three-thirty. Would you be there then?"

"Yes, three-thirty would be fine. I'm just staying home and studying today."

"That's good. The more constructive time you spend over your books, the better off you'll be."

"Damned, you sound like a carbon copy of my father," Curt said.

"I'll see you then," Sherry Ames told him, quickly hanging up the telephone.

As Curt lay the phone back on the cradle, he became excited over the prospect of seeing Sherry Ames again. He definitely considered her to be one of the sexiest women he had ever laid eyes on. As far as her exterior was concerned, there was not a brick out of place. In terms of her interior though, that was a completely different matter. She was as cold as ice water, particularly when it came to dealing with him. He wondered if she had any kind of love life, or was anticipating having any. He frankly doubted it, considering the type of workaholic she was and her humorless, no-nonsense manner, which would turn off practically any man. In that sense she was definitely a paradox. She had the manner of a homely Puritan school marm from an isolated region of New England, while, on the exterior, her body was like that of a Marilyn Monroe in her prime.

Sherry Ames was a dazzling blonde with huge, hypnotic blue eyes and ravishing ruby red lips. Her complexion was an ivory texture and as for her figure, she possessed a pair of stunning, perfectly proportioned jutting breasts and long, sleek, perfectly tapered legs. Considering she was a creature of such exquisite loveliness, Curt believed it a waste that she took the kind of attitude she did about life and business. He was convinced that she was the kind of woman who just didn't have any fun and considering the face and body that she possessed, he regarded that as a crime.

Even though he tried to continue his studies, he finally gave up the idea. His thoughts remained focused on Sherry Ames, and even though he was trying not to think of her in a sensual light, his cock couldn't help but harden just with the knowledge that she would soon be coming over to the house.

He began to think about how she had talked to him on the phone. It was impossible for him to recall anybody else who had ever talked to him in quite such a nasty fashion. She seemed determined to let him know just how little she thought of him and that caused him to feel a combination of anger and overpowering sensuality at the same point in time.

A few minutes later, he jumped restlessly out of his chair in the den and walked into the living room. He decided to just stretch out on the couch and just stare at the ceiling until Sherry Ames arrived.

At the stroke of three-thirty, the front doorbell rang. He got up and looked at the clock, observing that it was exactly three-thirty.

"Just like the bitch," he laughed. "Right on time. Never does anything wrong."

He opened the door and observed Sherry Ames standing there holding a brown briefcase in her right hand. She looked even more stunning than usual, dressed in a light blue dress which showed off her exquisite body to every curvaceous advantage.

"Hello, Sherry," he smiled. "Won't you come in?"

"I'm just here to drop this off," she replied coldly.

As she stepped into the living room, he observed the firm dimensions of her well-rounded ass cheeks as she wiggled them back and forth involuntarily as she walked into the house. His hard, blistering cock felt greater waves of anxiety than ever as it pushed against the outline of his shorts and trousers. He walked quickly behind her, then sat down on the sofa.

"Sit down, Sherry," he said.

"I'll just lay these legal pads down on the table," she said, ignoring his courteous gesture.

He watched as she opened up the briefcase, reaching inside and removing two yellow legal pads, on which there was a good deal of writing. She placed them on top of the table, then shut the briefcase.

"Can't you sit down for a second?" he asked. "It's a warm afternoon. Why don't you let, me get you something cool to drink."

"Well, I suppose I could use a glass of ice water," Sherry said, sitting down in a straight-backed chair across from the sofa.

"I could get you something else. How about a beer, Sherry?"

"I don't drink," she said steadfastly. "I don't want anything else. I just want some ice water."

"Fine, then ice water it is," Curt said.

Curt walked into the kitchen, noticing just how excited his entire body was. He was feeling the same waves of overpowering ecstasy that had existed within him when he had gone to bed with his sister the night before. How he wanted to dominate this bitchy young lawyer, who had been working for his father for about a year. She had to be around twenty-six, some three years older than himself and he knew that she regarded that slight difference as something seemingly insurmountable. To her three years was the same as three centuries and she looked upon him as she would a little boy, which disgusted him no end. After all, he was anything but a little boy. He was a man and had proven it with his younger sister. If he could do it with Barbara, he could do it with this bitchy chick as well. He wondered just how many times she had been fucked. If she was getting it, she was certainly disguising it well. He had never seen anyone in his entire life act in as straight-laced a manner as did this woman.

He finished fixing the ice water for her, then walked back into the living room. He handed her the glass.

"Thank you," she said coldly.

Curt sat down on the sofa, looking into Sherry Ames's radiant blue eyes.

"So how have things been with you, Sherry?" Curt asked matter-of-factly.

"They've been very busy," she said. "I'm determined to make a success of myself in the legal profession. The only way that one gets there is through plenty of hard work."

"You might regard this as an impertinent question, Sherry, but don't you ever look beyond work?" he asked.

"You're right, I do regard it as an impertinent question," she snapped, quickly taking a sip from the glass. "I guess somebody like you wouldn't understand just why a woman would be compelled to want to make her mark in the profession. I regard myself as something of a pioneer. Based upon the male chauvinistic attitudes of people like yourself, it's been definitely an uphill battle for women to achieve something of significance in the professions."

"Come on now. You don't have to hand me a lot of women's lib stuff."

"Oh, of course, you dismiss it," she snapped, her voice rising angrily. "Your type always does. You'd like to keep women in two rooms, the kitchen and the bedroom. Your type feels very strongly that way. I feel just the opposite. I want to prove that a woman can achieve something and I'm determined to make my mark in that fashion."

"Oh, damned, everything's an argument with you," he shook his head. "I'm not saying you can't achieve something. It's just that you go into this women's lib slop all the time and whenever somebody asks you if it's possible to be a warm human being. Maybe it's impossible with you. Maybe you're just destined to be a stick-in-the-mud. As a matter of fact, maybe you're, using a lot of this women's lib stuff because you're afraid to get out and live like other women."

Suddenly Sherry Ames's face reddened. Her eyes rolled. It made Curt feel good to know that he had finally gotten through to this woman, that he had penetrated her thick exterior. Yes, now she was angry. She slammed the glass down on a nearby table, then jumped up from the chair.

"I don't have to take such talk," she shrieked. "What an impertinent little bastard you are."

"And I don't go for that kind of talk either," Curt said. "I'm just about as old as you are and I'm probably one hell of a lot more experienced in a lot of ways."

"Just what do you mean by that?" she asked coldly.

"I mean that I've been around a little. I've at least known a few women. I'll bet you haven't known many men. That is, outside the law office."

"I'm certainly not talking to one now."

"Oh, honey, I could prove it to you so fast."

"Do you realize what you're saying to me?" she shrieked angrily. "How dare you talk to me in such a terrible manner. What an awful creep you are. You're just like some of these damned male chauvinists that we're trying to valiantly fight against. All you can think about is what a girl looks like naked with her legs spread."

"I'm beginning to wonder if you've ever been naked with your legs spread in your whole life."

"I have on a few occasions, but always with men," she snapped. "Never with any impertinent little snot like you, Curt McCrea!"

"Like I said, I don't go for this crap," he snarled. "I'm not a young kid and just maybe you're gonna find that out."

"Oh, cut it out."

"No, I could show you what I've got to offer. As a matter of fact, you act like you need it. You act like you haven't had a good hard cock stuck in your cunt in a long, long time."

"You son-of-a-bitch, you raunchy, nasty, son-of-a-bitch," her composure was once more shattered.

This time Sherry's face reddened even more than before and her lips began to quiver. It made Curt feel good to know that he was getting through to her, that he was jarring Sherry Ames.

"Yeah, I know your type," Curt sought to follow up his advantage, taking several menacing steps toward the beautiful blonde. "You're afraid to live. So you throw yourself behind a lot of work and a lot of slogans like helping women, like being a pioneer. All this stuff and what you're really doing is running away from yourself. That's what you're doing. You want a nice solid hump from a guy who will treat you just like a bitch, because that's what you are. That's what you're running away from. You're a bitch, let's admit it. That's really the truth."

"You raunchy bastard," she began to sob, tears rolling down both sides of her face.

"That's right, I am a raunchy bastard," Curt laughed, stopping just a scant few inches away from Sherry. "I know what I'm doing. You're a gorgeous piece of ass and you just need the right guy to dominate you."

"I'm leaving."

"No, you're not."

Curt noticed that she was apparently frozen in her tracks. Her whole body was trembling and the salty tears were rolling down her cheeks even more quickly than before. Instinctively he reached down toward his trousers, unzipping his fly and reaching inside of his shorts, promptly pulling out his long, fleshy cock, which he fondled in the fingers of both hands.

"You see, that's what I've got to offer," he smiled sadistically.

"You rotten son-of-a-bitch," she snapped more angrily than ever. "Get out of my life. Just get away from me."

"Oh, no, you don't really want that," he shook his head.

As his penis dangled between his legs, Curt dropped his fingers from his sturdy organ, then pushed his body forward. With smoldering intensity he threw his arms around the trembling Sherry Ames, encircling her in his strong arms as he pushed forward and delivered them with solid, fleshy determination against her sensuously thick, ruby red lips.

He could feel the quivering waves of excitement in his cock and balls more noticeably than ever as his lips remained fastened for several long seconds against Sherry's. When he finally released them, she staggered backwards a few steps.

"I don't believe this," she said. "How can you do this to me? I'm gonna tell your father. I'm gonna get you destroyed. He'll listen to me. He has respect for women. He doesn't believe in people acting the way that you do. Oh, you uncouth vulture. You bastard."

Curt laughed sadistically, reaching forward and grabbing hold of Sherry's trembling hands. He yanked her quickly backwards toward the sofa, throwing her down on top of it, then throwing his own body on top of the sofa next to hers.

Before the misty-eyed Sherry had an opportunity to do anything, her handsome pursuer reached out with both hands and made a grab for her dress. He quickly unbuttoned it and all the while, Sherry's body trembled and she began to sob ever so unrestrainedly.

"Oh, stop, please, stop," she called out to him desperately. "I must get back to work. Oh, duty calls. I've got to concentrate on my work responsibilities. I can't do anything like this. Oh, no, I can't let my guard down. Please, let me go. Oh, please, please, please. Don't do anything like this. Oh, no, ohhh, please, don't."

But by then Curt recognized not only how important it was for him to dominate this woman, but that she no doubt down deep wanted it herself. She was a fearful woman and all of the hostility she had demonstrated toward him had been an effort to cover up her lack of inner confidence. So now he was going to dominate her, to show her that she was honestly and truly just another woman.

"Ohhh, no," Sherry Ames sobbed desperately, "I can't let you do this, I can't!"