Chapter 2

The bikini girl in the doorway feigned surprise when I turned to stare admiringly at her.

"Oh ... I-I'm sorry...." she stammered, but stepped forward and swiveled sideways so I could get the full front-and-back picture. "I thought you were...."

"You thought I was me," I said flatly, lifting up my luggage and quickly stepping across the hall to her door.

"Well ... I ... say, aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon and all?"

"I'm an Ohio hick," I said. "When I saw all the goodies, including you, around the hotel swimming pool an hour ago ... I flushed the bride down the toilet!"

"How nice ... for woman-kind!"

"Yeah-I want to spread me around," I winked.

"Well! Won't you come ... in for a drink?"

"My pleasure," I grinned, dropping the suitcases, shutting the door, stepping close, and stripping her nude. In one glance I saw that she was just what the doctor would have ordered for me. A nicely curved-hipped and largely firm-breasted nymphomaniac. This would help. This would help a lot better than saltpetre! Which was something that an insane, prudish doctor I once visited had suggested that I put in my own food "to quiet things down to normal usage," as he so unaptly, Sunday-Biblically put it to me in the state of his shock at my sexual admissions.

"Well I'll be damned," she said now, blinking at her own nudity. "Speaking of fast workers! Shall we ... in the bedroom?"

"You're the hostess," I said, then added, "With the mostest! Lead on...."

Instead, she undressed me then-rather like a wildly anxious child who was furiously tearing the wrappings off a Christmas gift that was an expected toy. I mean, after all, she had seen me down at the pool in my brief swim trunks. So I was hardly the surprise package. Still ... around the pool, with sheer grit, I had somehow managed to keep myself in place. But now, when she yanked my jockey-style shorts down....

Her quick, deep intake of breath nearly sucked the hotel furniture through her wide-opened mouth.

"Papa mia!" she drooled, her eyes crossing momentarily in sheer amazement.

"Oh, no," I objected impishly. "Not yet. What's your all-fire hurry? We've got lots of time. Haven't we?"

"Well ... no...." she said sheepishly. "You see ... old lazy-bones will be home from fishing pretty shortly."

I couldn't help smiling. "Your husband?"

"Unfortunately!"

I stared at her. "Doesn't exercise his manly prerogative enough for you?"

"You know it! Oh, big beauty, what I could tell you about Henry and his hot-shot love-making! All I know is, twice a week-on Wednesday and Saturday nights-is his absolute limit. And then only once-and fast, before I can hardly get interested."

"Poor wildcat," I sympathized. "Of course ... there are always the divorce courts."

"Forget that!" she laughed wryly, flashing diamond-laden fingers in front of my eyes. I was dazzled ... and interested-for afterwards.

"Yeah ... diamonds really are a girl's best friend, I guess. To a certain degree. But you can't use diamonds to-"

"Oh, c'mon!" she hissed impatiently. "I want you to ... oh, yes! Oh, yes, big beauty ... that first!"

Licking one nipple and then the other with my tongue ... I suddenly bit them fasterect. She squealed like a stuck pig ... adoring it! So I bit the left one that I had my teeth on again, and she went wild; her fingernails clawed deep into the muscular moons of my strong buttocks, and then I punished her other tit with my sharp teeth. She loved it! And I wasn't about to complain of her raking fingernails! This was what I had wanted and needed, all day.

Now it was her turn to bite with her gleaming white teeth. The she-stallion nicked my chest and belly with her razor-sharp fangs, and then worked swiftly, too swiftly for me to twist my body to one side and get her mouth off-she quickly plucked out some of my hairs with tweezer-teeth! And I howled like a burned banshee!

"YOU BITCH! Now you are going to get hurt!"

"Oh, goodie!" she giggled.

I hurled her down on the bed and arranged her willingly spread-eagled-her face was exhilarated! I knew that she wanted to savor this moment until she had taken everything from it, but her body was going mad for what she knew I would do next, and the way I would take her-with power and violence. To hurt her-with hard delight. I scooted down.

The things she felt came out in cries, moans swelling to shrieks.

Delightedly, I made sudden full use of my strength, and my loins slapped her in jarring contact. She was a picture of agony. For a long moment her face was etched in pain and twisted by terror, and she screamed and sobbed, "No! NO-O-O-O! MERCY!" And then after a few more moments of my movement ... her features relaxed and assumed a pure, delightful expression of heady joy!

I collapsed my throbbing, spasm-tortured body onto her. But I didn't disengage; panting heavily, I waited for patience to be its own reward again. I knew it would only take me a few moments....

But she kissed my ear and murmured, "Sorry ... you've got to get the hell out of here. Right now!"

"Nope. One more time," I demanded, cupping her breasts in my palms.

She nudged me with her body. "I said ... OFF AND OUT!" Suddenly she was angrily aggitated.

"Hey ... what is this?"

"My husband is probably coming up in the elevator at this very moment," she hissed.

"I thought you said we had time-"

"Well we don't for any more! It's the damn breaks ... too bad. I'm sorry."

I shrugged. "As you say, bad breaks. Or ... you got more than you bargained for from me! Didn't you?"

"N-no! You were marvelous!" she lied. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide with painful remembrance and gave her away.

"Whatever you say...."

I hopped off and reached for my clothes. "Hurry," she pleaded.

I asked nonchalantly, "How about tomorrow? Maybe we could make it-well, say for a couple of hours? Maybe even all afternoon ... again and again! You just got me started, just got a simmer going. You ain't seen nothin' yet!"

"All right, all right!" she flared at last. "I'll admit it. Y-you hurt me ... and it wasn't all joy-time! After all, you big bastard-my husband's a shrimp and ... and I'm not stretched to your size. It was some fun when you got going ... but forget it now! No more...."

"Then ... how about giving me something to remember you by?"

She stared at me, frowning. "W-what do you have in mind? A-a kiss on the cheek?"

Nervously I affected my impish grin again. "Well ... no. I mean I can't look at a kiss, afterwards."

"Y-you can't expect ... money!"

"Oh ... hell no!" I assured her. "But-on the other hand ... why not?"

Then she laughed. "Because ... you simply aren't a hustler, yet! You don't look like a hustler ... you don't act like a hustler ... and you certainly don't have the growling, gruff flair of one, demanding his payment! You just come on like a stud who's toying with the notion of hustling!"

I had to laugh. "Well ... you ... read me like a book!"

"Why not? Your cover is still wide open! And that's your most vulnerable weakness."

"Maybe ... maybe I'll correct it," I said. "Soon!"

"Don't let me know if you do."

"Well ... I'm already thinking-you seem scared to death of your husband finding out about you, and ... who's ever going to miss one of your diamond rings when you wear so many!"

She jumped up quickly off the bed now, and hissed, "On your way-on the double! Before I call the house detective!"

I was getting nerve. "Maybe ... you'd never make it to the phone-"

"WANTA TRY ME?" she yelled furiously, but she was suddenly more than a bit edgy.

"Oh ... what the hell!" I decided, getting cold feet. Simply because I didn't have the experience or knowledge to bluff it through with calculated confidence, I knew!

At the door she said, "If you want to hustle that awful lot of manhood you've got ... take a tip ... talk to the hotel pool-boy. His name is Teddy."

"Yeah ... I'll bet you know him well! I mean, should I mention your name? I don't even know it!"

"Frustrated," she said seriously. "Thanks a lot!"

She laughed. "They're either too big or too small!"

"And you are too God-damned particular," I said and went out.

I had to make up my mind riding down in the elevator. Either I walked straight across the lobby and went out the door of the hotel to cast my fate to the winds ... or I could go out to the pool area and strike up a conversation with Teddy for what it might be worth to me.

I decided quickly to follow Frustrated's tip. At least it was something definite in the offering. Furthermore, I had been all hemmed in in Hicksville, hoarding away my lusts and passions from the notorious small-town gossip that I had been afraid would reach Barbara's ears ... but now I was free and clear to sexually cut loose again ... and Frustrated had certainly whetted my appetite ... for the pay-off that I could demand, too. I mean that I had counted on sharing Barbara's fortune for such a God damned long time that it was just inconceivable to me now that I could settle down to steady, hard work on a routine nine-to-five job. And I suddenly became glad that Barbara had hooked me and now let me off the hook! It seemed to prove to me that I could always get a rich Sugar Mama if I wanted one ... but all of a sudden I didn't want that any more. My thoughts reeled in a daze....

I wanted to become a butterfly in heat! I wanted to sample and taste and revel in sex of every variety ... as long as it paid off for me ... because I became aware there wasn't any easier or more pleasant way for me to turn a buck-since I couldn't take the starch out of my stuff. And didn't want to!

Following such a path held connotations of moral degeneracy, of course. I had to admit that, even in my delighted daze now. I was not without morals, and there was an excellent chance that I might become twisted and perverted and a money-mad hustler and God only knew what else-rotten to the self-despising core. It was a possibility-a definite toss-up as soon as I trapped myself in the game of hustling. But as far as I was concerned-life itself was a gamble, a blind game of chance all the way to the grave, a perfectly natural chain of unknown circumstances-that had to be experimented with! If one wanted to really live life to the fullest-anything goes! Because it's all here, after all, right here on earth. And sooner or later someone has to take advantage....

So I checked my suitcases at the front desk and went outside to see the pool-boy, with my moral defenses going down, dangerously down....

What will be ... will be!