Chapter 7
In spite of this carnal liaison with Karl, Rita found there were moments of erotic pleasure. He was repulsive and their relationship was distasteful. Yet, when he involved her in certain sex acts, she surrendered in total licentious abandon. The menage a trois they participated in was a thrilling experience. It aroused her fully.
At home, Rita went through a bath ritual including a douche to cleanse herself. She associated the ablution with some kind of purifying act. This constant involvement with Karl preyed on her mind. The persistant thought was beginning to affect her business as well.
Rita was surprised to see Dave Corley come into her store the next morning. He gave her a warm smile.
"Hi!" he greeted her. "Do you mind if I pay you a social call?"
She was annoyed at his appearance. His presence was probably a follow-up to her sudden departure. Rita didn't welcome his prying then!
"Not really!" her voice held a hostile tone. "I'm very busy!"
He looked around the store. "You're not serious?" he queried in mild amazement. I'm here as a friend. I think I should get equal time with Karl Bollard."
Her face flushed. "How ... what ... who's Karl Bollard?" she gasped. His statement perturbed her. Her inchoate speech reflected her flustered state.
"You were at his house last night," he told her in a calm voice. "You don't strike me as the kind of woman who hires herself out without knowing who her client is!"
The embarrassed flush turned to an angry crimson. "How dare you accuse me of being a ... a ... whore! You have some damned nerve coming into my store and discussing my private business!"
He held up his hand in a placating gesture. "Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy! I came here to be your friend. Let's not start off on the wrong foot!"
"I can't see how you can be my friend by sticking your nose into my private life!" she shouted at him.
"I don't usually take an interest in people that come into my place. It's strictly a business relationship," he informed her. "However, there was something about you that made me curious. Especially, when you rushed out of my place!"
"Good! Now you can rush out of my place and that will make us even!" she snapped back.
He laughed. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful when you're angry?" he asked.
"Look, Mr. Corley, I'm not interested in glib flattery. Why don't you leave, please?" she demanded.
Dave exhaled an exaggerated sigh. "I don't know! I went through a lot of trouble for you! I followed you to Bollard's place after I located you her. Then, I almost got caught by his dogs! That was a close one! Now, when you have a chance to get my help, you throw me out!"
"I don't need your help!" she snarled at him, her anger mounting. "No one asked you to be involved! What makes you think I need your help?"
"A lot of evidence points to that fact!" he replied. "Look! Close your store for about a half an hour! Who the hell buys doggie food at ten o'clock in the morning? Let me buy you a cup of coffee. We'll sit and talk! After we finish, if you still think I can't help you, I'll walk out of your life. Won't bother you again! Promise!"
She exhaled a long sigh of depressed surrender.
"All right! But I'd rather have the coffee here. Would you mind bringing it back? I don't feel up to discussing my problem in public. I'll get very emotional and ... and I don't want people to see me that way."
He nodded. "I understand. I'll be right back. How do you want your coffee?"
She told him and he hurried out. Rita trembled at the thought of relating her problems to Corley. Dave was still a stranger to her. The details of her situation were intimate. Yet, it couldn't be much worse than the interrogation she received when she first complained to the police. Dave represented a more sympathetic individual. Perhaps, he might be the answer to her prayers!
He returned with the two containers of coffee. Rita took a sip of coffee and lit up a cigarette. She exhaled a cloud of smoke in a quick nervous breath.
"Take your time!" Dave suggested in a soft soothing voice. "Tell it any way you want to! Remember! I'm here to help you. Don't worry! Anything you tell me will remain that way!"
In a low halting voice, Rita related the whole sordid matter. At times, she paused and her voice would break. Dave offered sympathetic solicitous remarks and gentle pats on the shoulder during the emotional halts. Rita pulled on the cigarette with nervous drags and continued.
During the recounting of the story, Dave listened without saying a word. He nodded as she spoke. He prompted her with understanding words. After Rita finished telling her story, she broke down. Tears streamed down her cheeks and sobs shook her frame.
Dave took her in his arms, embracing her, offering comfort.
"Do you want to get rid of this Bollard character?" Dave asked. "I know you do," he said without waiting for a reply. "But maybe subconsciously, you dig this crazy scene!"
Rita pulled away from his embrace. Disbelief showed through her tear stained face. "Is that what you think?"
"Not really! I just wanted to see what your reaction would be!" he replied. "How about coming back to my place and letting my finish that massage? You're tense now and the massage will do you a world of good."
"Will you help me get rid of this revolting animal?" she asked.
"I thought that was understood! Don't worry! I'll work out someway to straighten out Mr. Bollard. In the meantime, how about that massage? It's on the house," he offered.
"All right!" she agreed. She opened her purse and drew out some tissues. Blowing her nose, she wiped away the tears on her face. He watched as she applied fresh make-up.
She closed up the store and walked with him to his office. Dave led her to the white windowless room. Rita stepped behind the screen and undressed.
Dave's intervention in this situation was an answered prayer. During their first meeting, she experienced a mild attraction to him. With this development, the attraction grew. The interrupted massage had sparked a thrilling sensation. Her moist cunt indicated her anticipation of a resumption of that thrill. Perhaps, it might develop into something more exciting!
Rita stretched onto the table in a prone position. Dave's experienced hands moved over her neck and shoulders in soothing rubs. Her body relaxed under his talented fingers as he kneader her tight flesh. His hand travelled down her spine to her croup. The cunt juices oozed through her vaginal walls. Her passionate longings were aroused by his touch.
Dave removed the sheet, exposing her ass. She felt his trained hands moving over her buttocks in soothing caresses. Parting her legs, she grounded her moist quim into the mat underneath her.
A soft murmur of blissful approval rolled from her throat. "Mmmmmm!"
"You have a nice trim body, Rita!" Dave commented. "Do you do any kind of exercises?"
"No!" she replied in a dreamy voice, "I just watch my diet! That feels good!"
"Most people who get massages feel the same way. Just stay relaxed!"
An erotic thrill rolled along her spine. His fingers moved inside her buttocks without touching the spincter. He caught the inside of her thigh. The knuckles of his hand brushed against her fourchette. It was an accidental contact but it send shivers of erotic pleasure coursing through her.
The massage covered the back of her thighs and forelegs. Dave repeated the entire procedure using warm oil lotion. She felt a vibrant glow at the application of oil to her skin.
"You can turn over now!" Dave instructed. "You're done on this side."
Rita swung around without bothering to cover herself. She displayed herself with almost wanton abandon. Her hope was to arouse Dave with the sight of her nakedness.
"Do you usually shave your pubic hairs?" Dave asked. "Or is this some more of Bollard's work?"
She had omitted this fact in her story as well as her relationship with Bud. His question caught her off-guard and she blushed.
"Bollard did that!" she explained. "It was disgusting!"
"Oh, I don't know!" Dave remarked. "A few of my clients like the nude look. Personally, I think it adds to the sexiness of a woman. But it's all a matter of taste!"
Rita giggled. "I can see where your mind is!" Dave said.
He began to massage her throat. His hands slid down to her tits. She felt a charge of lascivious current surge into her. Dave fondled her boobs. Rita didn't care whether it was deliberate or not. The tactile squeezes filled her with delirious joy.
The massage continued along her rib cage and lower abdomen. His hands moved into the inguinal furrows and her thighs. Damn you! she sent a telepathic message. Stop teasing me. I wish you would try to fuck me. I'd love it!
Rita didn't want to act too promiscuous. She was grateful for his help and attracted to him. If she acted too forward, it might turn him away.
He finished the first part of the massage, down to her toes. Going over her body again, he applied the oil combined with massage.
"There!" he said in an exclamation of satisfaction, "The tension is gone! Usually, I have my clients take a warm shower first. It helps loosen them a little. What you need now is a warm shower, then a cold one, and another quick massage to tone up the flesh."
"Whatever you say! But a cold shower? Brrr! I'll freeze!" she said in a mild protest.
"Don't worry! It won't kill you! And I'll be there to make sure you use the cold water!" he impressed upon her.
Prior to the Bollard incidents, Rita would be reluctant to having a man watch her shower. Circumstances had changed all that!
"The next thing you'll be telling me is that you'll also wash me in the shower!" Rita responded with a boldness that surprised her. Coquetry was something she was unaccumstomed to.
"I've had occasion to supply this service to my clients," he confessed. "If that is you wish, I'll be happy to accommodate you. Let's go!"
He opened another door in the room and led her into a small shower room. Rita was handed a shower cap. "Just in case you want to keep your hair dry," Dave explained.
She watched him as he stripped off his clothes. The sight aroused her. Rita hoped the shower routine would lead to more exciting acts. She was already planning the instigation of the carnal charade.
Dave stood naked except for a jockstrap. Her eyes roved over his body in studied appraisal. The white cotton patch covered the evident bulge in his crotch. She knew he was excited as she!
"Aren't you going to take that thing off also?" she asked.
"There's no admonition given to people who use guns. Never point a gun unless you intend to use it!" Dave told her. "If I take off this jackstrap, it's going to result in my using what's hidden behind it!" he warned her.
"Is that bad or good?" Rita asked in a provocative tone.
"Tell me after the shower!" he replied, removing it.
A small gasp of pleased surprise escaped her lips. His prick quivered like a wire spring at the release. She gazed at the long fullness of his dong. It was quite a formidable weapon. Rita was eager to sample this venereal delicacy inside her anxious twat.
One of the books she read referred to a stud as well hung. There was no doubt about Dave's status! His large hard-on and the heavy sac suspended behind it qualified him.
Rita was ready to forego the shower and concentrate on getting fucked. Yet, the shower promised to offer other exciting facets.
"When do we start the shower?" she asked. He adjusted the water and turned it on full force. "Right now!" he announced, shoving her under the spray.
She was kept under the water for a few minutes, letting the warm cascade her frame. He pulled her out and began rubbing a bar of soap across her back. Her back was soaped. He massaged the creamy suds into her skin. His hand rolled down her back and soaped her buttocks.
Dave pushed his hand into the deep furrow of her ass. He rubbed the sphincter of her asshole. She wriggled her hips in sensual delight at the touch. His finger pressed into the sepia crinkled orifice. The probing digit evoked ecstatic thrills. Rita emitted little squeals of delight.
He removed his finger from her asshole. The soaping continued along her perineum and to the inside of her thighs. Rita was pushed under the shower when he finished. The warm spray of water washed off the scumy film.
She was turned around. Her throat and tits were coated with suds. This time, Dave paid more attention to her tits. He cupped the cantaloupe-shaped flesh, one at a time, lavishing salacious attention on it. His fingers caressed the large pink disc that anchored the tiny stub of a nipple.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned in erotic approval. The friction on the tip of her tit made the nipple stiffen. Dave treated the other tit to the same stimulating rub.
He turned his attention to the rest of her body. With the soap in his hand, he scrubbed her stomach. A thick film of soap suds was left on her stomach and shaved pubes. When his hand passed her cunt, she tried to press it closer to him. Dave teased her with a brief pass over the damp folds of skin.
Rita was completely covered with suds. He pushed her back under the water. The shower room echoed with her squeals of distress. She jumped and screamed while he held her under the cold shower. Dave kept her under the chilling water for a short time before he let her out.
"Ohh, Ohh!" she gasped in frustrated exasperation. "How could you do that to me without warning me? That was sadistic! That water was freezing! You're cruel!"
He laughed. "It wasn't that bad! I'll bet your skin is tingling now!"
She pouted, pretending petulance. "It still wasn't nice." Pointing to his cock, Rita said, "You warned me that if you point a gun, you're supposed to use it. Was that just talk?"
"No!" he shook his head. "I'll bet you never did it in a whirlpool tank!"
Rita followed him to another section of the room. Her teeth chattered. She was wet, cold, and shivering.
"I think this is some kind of deliberate torture," she commented. "That cold shower treatment is enough to cool off any aroused passion."
"Don't worry! When we get into the tank, you'll be hot again," he assured her.
Dave stepped into the large metal bin filled with water. At one end, an agitator moved the water in a churning swirl. He reached out to help Rita into the tub. The thought of getting fucked in a tub intrigued her.
She watched him as he slouched in the tub. "What do I do?" she asked.
He instructed her to squat over his cock, her back to him. As her bottom lowered over his rampart prick, Dave reached up to guide her quim over the waiting cockhead.
His cock fitted into the splayed cuntal slit. She felt some water pressed into her venereal cavern as the hard flesh fitted into her hole. The insertion completed, Rita sat astride his hips. Dave's prick was imbedded deep inside her watery snatch.
She felt his hard flesh lodged in her vaginal sheath. "Ride up and down!" he told her, "You know, like on a merry-go-round!"
Rita rode up and down. It was a strange feeling. Some water was in her twat and Dave's prick squishing around elicited sensuous sensations. This new position also piqued her salacious inclinations.
His cock was a piston withdrawing from her cuntal housing box. Raising her ass in a partial squat, she returned to the sitting position. The penile shaft drove into her quim with a powerful thrust. The force of the drive was absorbed by a small pool of water welled up in her twat. But the thrust forced some of the water out. There was a tickling sensation as the water squirted past the cuntal membranes.
A small portion of water seeped back in whenever she moved upward.
Rita shifted up and down, riding his fleshy pole. Dave moved in tandem with her, allowing her to do most of the work. She increased the rhythm. There was a dull orgasmic throb beating in the bowels of her quim. It was a low growl! Not a roaring force! She didn't mind. The mild ecstatic bliss left her contented.
Most of the voluptuous sensation came from the friction of his large hard dick. The water flushing in and out of her snatch added to the lascivious thrill. She also enjoyed the active role she played. This time, her action controlled the tempo of the fucking.
Dave's pelvis bumped against her buttocks as he matched her cadence. She knew the quickened coital strokes would soon bring on his climax. Any moment, her coosy would be filled with his orgasmic tribute. The spasms in his cock began. A sharp contraction pulsated in her snatch. A forceful burst of come jetted into her cunt. Another contraction! Followed by a second spurt! And another, and another!
The force of his ejaculations diminished. Inside her twat, the hard piece of flesh grew soft. His stiff prick lost its rigidity. She lifted herself off his shrunken dick.
"That was fun and exciting!" Rita acknowledged, "But I'd rather do it where I can get a thrill also. I didn't have an orgasm!"
"I can take care of that right away!" he promised.
He jumped out of the tub and drew her to a large soapstone slab. It was large enough to accommodate a large body. The slab had a raised lip around it. There were several grooves running the length of the slab. At the foot of the slab was a drain.
"Hop on!" he invited. "We use this for special types of Scandinavian baths."
She stretched out on the slab. Dave picked up a hand spray and turned it on. Pressing the spray over her cunt, he adjusted a dial on the head.
The initial force startled Rita. She had a sudden need to take a piss. She voided her bladder. That personal problem resolved, Rita concentrated on the pressure of the water on her cunt.
This water spray was another new erotic discovery. The water pressure infused her with an exhilarating vitality. There was a certain tingling sensation resembling the thrills from the vibrators. The vibrators affected her from the inside out. The water spray was working outside in!
Slivers of the forceful water jet cut the tender sensitive flesh of her clitoris. The flesh remained intact. Only the feeling of the water's pressure gave Rita that impression. She found the effect exquisite torture. She shifted her body from side to side. The tremendous spray continued to titillate her erogenous flesh.
Rita closed her eyes. She relished this divine water play. "Ahhhh! " It was a soft sigh of satisfaction. The exclamation drifted from her lips.
The water spray continued to maintain its erotic glow. A slow churning in her loins gathered momentum. Soon, the momentum was a rushing juggernaut. Her pelvis thrust upward seeking the magnetism of the taunting water pressure. She arched her back, resting her body on her shoulders.
Her hips bucked in a phantom fuck. She pumped her pelvis, trying to shake loose the expanding orgasm inside of her.
"What a crazy way to come!" she exclaimed. "I'm coming! Oh, boy! Am I coming! This is wild!"
Rita experienced the titillating exhilaration of the orgasm. It was thrilling and exciting. There was something lacking, though!
She tried to put her finger on the answer. The water treatment had the same tingling effect as the vibrators. Yet, it didn't penetrate as much or provoke the same exquisite sensation. The answer came to her!
The missing ingredient was a good stiff cock! Even with a good cunt sucking, the presence of one or two fingers frigging inside the cunt helped. There were many ways to induce lascivious sensations. Each was a good way! In the long run, there was nothing like a cock!
Dave turned off the spray. "How was that?" he asked.
"Just like the other bit! Good but not great!" she replied. "Tell me! Do all your women clients get this kind of treatment?"
He laughed. "Not all of them! We have quite a few men that get this treatment. After all, we cater mostly to men."
Rita looked shocked. "You mean you give this kind of a treatment to your male customers?"
He tilted his head and gave her a mildly scornful look. "Come on, Rita! You should know better than that! I give my male clients the regular type massage. I have a licensed masseuse to handle the men for special treatments."
"You're right! I should have known better!" she apologized. She got off the slab! "Thanks for taking care of my tensions. Now, if you can take care of Bollard, that would make my day complete!"
He brought her back to the room where her clothes were. As they dressed, he spoke to her. "You'll have to make it back to your place alone. I have to stay here for my clients. Don't worry, though. We're going to take care of Mr. Bollard. I have to work out the details. But after tomorrow, that matter will be over."
"If he bothers you today, call me! I'll come right over. Otherwise, I'll stop by tomorrow morning and we'll have breakfast together."
She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You're beautiful! If you can get rid of Bollard for me, you can mane your own reward."
"Don't worry, I will! And I expect to collect!" he grinned.
"I'm looking forward to it!" she answered. Rita left his place feeling elated for the first time in several weeks.