Chapter 2
Dee spent the next five hours making herself look absolutely exquisite. She bathed the womanly curves and hollows of her vernal, ripe body in a soothing and inviting bath of warm and fragrant bath oil, letting the balm-like refreshing liquid flow sensuously between the proud, red-tipped peaks of her exquisite, teenage breasts, between the tender and sweet nakedness of her full, round thighs, and into the cheeky swells of her sweet-smelling buttocks.
Dee had spent an hour talking on the phone with Sam after he had given her directions to The Casbah. Her success with Walt Dougman could either make or break Sam's career. As Sam explained it to her, Walt was one of those very rich and powerful men who would frequently take a young and upcoming executive under his wing and build up his business. Sam had been in the real estate business for five years now, and although he was doing fairly well, he could do much better, and a man like Walt Dougman could make his career skyrocket.
Dee suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility on her shoulders when she realized that her husband's entire career depended upon whether or not Walt Dougman liked her!
Sam kept going on and on about how powerful Walt Douglas was, about how he owned a sizable amount of stock in almost every important company in the major Los Angeles area. His immense land holdings spanned the California coast from San Diego to San Francisco, and there was not one important businessman or real estate man who had not heard the name of B. Walter Douglas at some time in their professional careers.
Dee didn't know it, but Walt Douglas was more powerful than she could ever imagine. He was into everything; real estate, restaurants, motels, airplanes, missiles, and some people even believed he was involved in "illegal" activities, but no one would ever dare mention this to his face. For, like all powerful and wealthy men, Walt Douglas had taken great and meticulous pains to protect his empire. Rumour had it that he ran a "private army," who "Talked to" anyone giving Dougman trouble or "making waves." Dougman's money and power were shrouded in mystery, and there were strange and unbelievable stories which had grown up around him.
To Sam, of course, Dougman was merely a business acquaintance, an opportunity to advance his career. Sam, innocent of Dougman's "other reputation," viewed his meeting with Dougman as a straight business venture and nothing more.
Dee walked to the full-length mirror in her bedroom and looked at the stunning, exquisite vision of full womanhood which appeared before her.
The light, summer dress clung to the voluptuous swells and hollows of her supple teenage body just enough to suggest the blatantly feminine attributes lying just beneath the soft cloth. Her female beauty was so real, so natural, that she did not need any help from make-up or other artificial devices to show off the flawless gifts of charm which nature had bestowed upon her. She wore no bra. On another girl the effect might have been trashy; sagging, drooping breasts pushing embarrassingly against the fleecy garment of her dress, but Dee's round, melonish, proud breasts supported the dress and the effect was one of seductive freshness and allurement.
Dee locked the door and stepped gingerly out into the fragrant summer air. She stepped into her garage, got into the car, and pushed the automatic garage door opener. As she watched the garage door open through her rear view mirror, she thought she caught a glimpse of a man standing on the sidewalk. The man stared directly at the car, his ruddy, weather-beaten face and dark and swarthy features illuminated in surreal relief by the eerie glow of the streetlight. When Dee turned her head to get a better look at the man, he was gone.
Strange. Very strange, Dee thought. There was a security gate at the entrance to the development where she and Sam lived, and nobody got through it without a pass.
As Dee drove to the gate, she stopped, and asked Fred, the night watchman if he had seen anyone.
"No, Mrs. Williams, not a soul."
Dee drove off and did not see Fred counting the five one-hundred dollar bills which the stranger had given him to gain access to the houses beyond the security gate.
Dee followed Sam's directions which she had written down to the letter and found herself driving in an obscure and unknown section of the Los Angeles Hills.
It was true that Sam had said that the Casbah was located in a very remote section. But ... this was a narrow and torturous road and there were also no street lights and the sky was a dark, murky color and a strange chill had permeated the air. A light, drizzling mist had suddenly come up out of nowhere and Dee had to turn on her windshield wipers in order to see. She was slowly going up a hill and she glanced to the side and saw the myriad of shining lights of Los Angeles. It seemed as though she was journeying far away from reality and entering a strange new world. She had heard of restaurants being placed in --the-way places before, for effect, but this seemed a bit strange. Suddenly, as she finally turned down a dusty narrow road and drove two bumpy miles to the end, she saw a small, dimly lit sign which read:
THE CASBAH An Exclusive Club
Members Only Suddenly, a valet appeared outside the fifteen foot iron gate and walked slowly over to the passenger side of Dee's car. He motioned for her to roll the window down and Dee did so.
The valet was a large, tall, muscular man of about twenty-five. His features were dark and he was dressed in fanciful Arabian-type costume. He wasn't an Arab, but he could have passed for one. Dee guessed that he was probably an American Indian.
"Mrs. Williams?" he asked in a low, deep voice. "Yes," Dee replied.
"I am Jerome. I will park your car for you. Please wait here and you will be assisted momentarily."
Dee felt a little uneasy at the strangeness of the situation, but finally told herself that Jerome and this remote setting were strictly for effect, that indeed, it was quite a brilliant stroke to have The Casbah set so far in these hills.
The valet smiled at Dee, but she couldn't get over the fact that he stared abnormally long at the tight firm peaks of her nipples beneath the flattering garment of her dress.
Dee stood in the strange misty darkness. Suddenly she heard the electronic hum of a motor and the formidable iron gate clicked open. A pert, saucy redhead appeared at the gate. She was wearing a red, sheer, loose-fitting cape which covered a scanty and flattering belly-dancer outfit. Even in the dim light of the sign, Dee could see the white, marble-like, exquisitely hewn flesh of the alluring redhead and she realized that the beauty standards for girls accepted at The Casbah must be unusually high.
"Are you Dee Williams?" the redhead asked.
"Yes," Dee replied, amazed at how the valet and now this girl had been so familiar with her name in so short a time.
"I'm Mitzi," the redhead said.
There was a brief, frozen moment of silence as Dee became aware that Mitzi was actually checking her out! Yes, there was no doubt about it; this redhead was sizing her up. Dee could feel Mitzi's eyes almost burning holes in her dress! What was this strange girl doing? Dee wondered. Was she comparing Dee's feminine attributes against her own or...?
"I believe I have an appointment with Mr. Dougman," Dee said uneasily in an attempt to break the incredible stare of Mitzi.
"Yes, yes," Mitzi said, as though awakening from a dream. "Follow me."
Mitzi led Dee down a rustic pathway overgrown with dense, lush foilage. The further the two girls journeyed, the thicker the growth became. It was as though they were in the midst of some prehistoric rain forest. The exotic flowers and brush glistened with heavy droplets of evening dew, and Dee was careful to stay close behind Mitzi for fear she would lose her way and become lost in the strange, thick, forest-like garden. Although Dee was not extremely knowledgeable in botany, she could not help but recognize the huge and ominously healthy venus fly traps which spotted the area.
"Aren't those venus fly traps?" Dee asked Mitzi, half in an attempt to break the cancerous silence and half in curiosity.
"Why, yes, yes, they are." Mitzi said matter-of-factly. "Mr. Dougman likes to collect exotic things."
As Mitzi spoke the word "exotic" she turned to look point blank at Dee, as though Dee was one of those "exotic" things.
The deeper Dee journeyed into the strangulating flora and fauna, the more uneasy she became. But she kept telling herself that everything was all right, that this was really a very clever and slick set up, that Dougman and the designers who built this place must be geniuses. Dee felt a definite feeling of long awaited relief as Mitzi said: "Well, here we are!"
The relief was soon gone as Dee didn't see anything, only a massive formation of rock. Mitzi turned to watch Dee's reaction.
"It's the same thing every time when people see the entrance!" Mitzi said. "They're really stumped!"
"Entrance?" Dee said.
"Oh, yes!" Mitzi replied. "Don't forget! The entire Casbah is modeled around an Arabian nights theme!"
Dee watched in wonder as Mitzi stood about three feet from the massive rock formation and said "Open Seseme!"
There was another electronic hum as the entire rock moved aside to reveal the velvet-lined corridor leading to The Casbah.
"There's an electronic sound relay," Mitzi said, "which only responds to the phonemes in those two words!"
"Phonemes?" Dee asked, a little puzzled.
"The units of sound which make up words. Come on!"
Dee followed Mitzi down a long corridor -lined with plush, thick velvet. Hidden flood lights gave the passageway a bizarre, soft glow. Suddenly, Dee heard the familiar and exotic cadence of Eastern Music. She followed Mitzi to the threshold of The Casbah and beheld an incredible sight: the interior of the Casbah was one of incredible opulence. Rich, shimmering stone of crystalline beauty -lined the walls while the ceiling was tufted with a smooth, shining layer of silk. The deep, rich scent of exotic incense filled the air, and Dee could see groups of customers enjoying drinks and food through the smoke-filled air.
High above, on a platform was a small musical combo, slowly playing a sinuous, twisting, mid-Eastern rhythm as fifteen luscious girls, clad in nothing but silken bikini tops and panties danced seductively above the heads of the spectators.
Dee couldn't help but notice that all of the customers were male.
"Come this way," Mitzi said to Dee, "I'll introduce you to Mr. Dougman.
Dee led Mitzi down an incredible maze of stone-like walls and into a lush, expansive ceiling. There was another room connected to this room by a large stone door and Mitzi paused in the doorway as she turned and said to Dee;
"I'll be right back, I'm going to get Mr. Dougman."
Dee sat on the edge of a large, cushiony bed-like structure and looked around the room. There was no question that Dee was in the presence of incredible wealth and power. There was a huge, finely appointed bar, apparently hand-carved out of an ancient redwood tree. All manner of rare and exotic liqueurs -lined the shelves and the glassware was of the finest crystal.
Suddenly, Dee heard conversation coming from the next room; Mitzi had inadvertently left the door ajar. As Dee peeked through the slit in the partially opened door, she was amazed to see Jerome, the valet talking with Mitzi.
"Right now?" Mitzi said.
"Yeah, baby," Jerome said.
"But I haven't got time I've got to go and get Mr. Dougman."
"He's real busy right now honey. He's talking to a bunch of big shots."
"But," Mitzi said.
"What'sa matter, Mitzi, lost your touch?"
There was a brief moment of silence as the voluptuous redhead considered the dark, half-breed's challenge.
"Hell!" Mitzi retorted, "I'll show you!"
Mitzi moved slowly to the back of the room and pressed a small wall-switch with her tiny finger. Instantly, an intercom picked up the sensuous music from the main room of the Casbah.
"Think you can still make it hard?" Jerome said, a salacious gleam in his eye.
"Just watch!" Mitzi boasted.
Slowly, the luscious redheaded teenager began a series of slow-motion agile cat-like moves across the room. As Jerome watched the writhing and twisting of Mitzi's slender, tight waist beneath the shimmering, black garment of her transparent cape, he felt his huge, meaty dick begin to stiffen to turgid immensity at the thought of being able to ravish this exotic, redheaded beauty.
Dee could not quite believe her eyes and ears! Why, at a moment's notice and request, Mitzi was going to seduce this big, swarthy stud!
Just what kind of a club was this?
Jerome leered obscenely as Mitzi made a full and complete circle with her lithe young body, the full, rounded swells of her half-clad buttocks visible beneath her sheer cape.
Dee had to admit it, Mitzi was an incredibly gifted and facile dancer. She moved in perfect cadence and time to the music, intertwining her feminine arms high above her head as a quivering ripple of seductive movement undulated through her fresh, teenage body. She moved close to Jerome, wagged her moist, agile tongue invitingly in the air, then reached behind her cape to unloosen the flimsy garment of her cape, letting it fall softly at her white, naked feet, suddenly exposing the delicious curves and hollows of her soft girlishness for the lust-filled eyes of Jerome to gaze upon.
There was no doubt about it; Mitzi was an absolutely exquisite specimen of feminine perfection! Her long red hair flowed like liquid fire over the sloping gracefulness of her soft shoulders and the huge melonish swells of her delectable breasts more than filled the upper half of her costume. Her waist tapered wasp-like to the tiny hummock of her sweet, flawless navel and exploded in flaring femininity to reveal the gorgeous ripe swells of her thighs and supple hips.
"Man," Jerome said as he wetted his lips, "you're lookin' as fine as ever!"
Mitzi smiled, then in an act of unabashed lewdness which absolutely shocked Dee, thrust her finger beneath the panties of her bikini and rubbed it salaciously between the curly tufts of her hidden pubis, then removed her moistened digit to wag it blatantly beneath the twin cavities of Jerome's flared nostrils.
The towering half-breed inhaled deeply, then grabbed Mitzi behind the neck and pressed her dainty lips to his full, fleshy mouth, hotly snaking his tongue down the dark, moist cavity of her throat as he grabbed her neat naked buttocks and pressed her pelvis into the immensity of his groin. Dee could not believe her eyes! If this was waht the Casbah Club was all about, then she wanted out of it now!
But would Sam believe her? Would he believe what she told him. But wait a minute. Maybe this was just a thing between Mitzi and Jerome, maybe all of the girls in the Club didn't behave this way. All Dee could do now was wait and see what happened.
Jerome's hand slid behind the upper garment of Mitzi's costume and swiftly un loosened it. The upper part of her costume literally burst from her ample breasts, so tightly were they packed into its smooth elasticity. Jerome worked his hot, hungry mouth atop the pink-peak of the voluptuous redhead's shamefully exposed breasts as she wantonly pushed his head to her freely offered young tits with all of the strength in her arms!
"Ohhhhh!" Mitzi moaned as she emitted a hot, passionate gasp of air in quick and avid response to the arousing lingual assault Jerome was giving the tender, nerve-packed surface of her impeccable tit!
Mitzi's entire body seemed to respond to Jerome's passionate caresses and she lifted her leg and pushed her knee into his heated groin. Even beneath the heavy cloth of Jerome's costume, Mitzi could feel his incredibly awesome prick jerking to turgid stiffness and she knew that very shortly she would be at the ultimate mercy of this powerful and overly-endowed stud!
Jerome inched Mitzi very slowly toward the soft, plush form of the bed and deftly stretched her out, pulling the milk-white, tapering forms of her legs widely apart to shamefully reveal the blue-veined softness of her secretive inner thighs.
"Just a second, baby," Jerome said as he stood above Mitzi. "I've got to take care of one little problem!"
In less than ten seconds, Jerome had removed his costume to reveal the masculine nakedness of his powerful torso. His chest was incredibly broad and expansive, matted with virile black hairs and rippled with tight, formidable bands of trim, supple muscles. It was very obvious that Jerome spent many hours keeping in shape and even Dee felt a brief twinge of admiration as she eyed this superior specimen of a man. But her admiration soon turned to fear as her dark, brown eyes focused upon the long, thick, purplish pole of Jerome's fully hardened erection!
Never in her wildest fantasies had Dee ever conceived that a man's penis could be so huge! It was monstrous! It had to be at least eight inches long and its circumference appeared to be as big as a baseball!
Dee watched in astonishment as Mitzi quickly slipped the lower half of her costume over the girlish swells of her naked hips and legs to reveal the velvet-red fleecy curls of her glistening pubic hairs and the pink, puckered, quivering folds of her young, tight-fleshed vagina!
Mitzi spread her lily-white thighs even more unknowingly exposing her sex to Dee who was viewing the entire scene in shocked wonder as Mitzi violently grabbed Jerome's thick head of hair and guided his wildly wiggling tongue deliciously down the graceful curve of her nude belly. Jerome snaked his tongue salaciously in and out of Mitzi's navel, bestially inhaling the cinnamon-sexy scent resulting from the mixture of his heated saliva with the fragrant, rich body oils of this delightful female creature. Mitzi responded quickly to Jerome's assault on her navel by moaning and rolling her ripe young thighs in a definite act of wanton arousal!
Jerome shot both of his hands straight out in the air then brought each of his huge, paw-like hands to rest atop the proud, pert swells of her melonish breasts as he slowly began to knead each of her rubbery, pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Mitzi arched her back sharply as the beginning tremors of an insatiable lust began to race through her body.
"Oh, yea, please!" Mitzi pleaded as Dee looked on and watched in absolute astonishment. "Lick me! Lick my pussy 'til I cum!"
Mitzi spread her legs almost painfully wide apart to accommodate Jerome's face as she pushed him forcefully between the fragrant, moist bush of her nakedly exposed vagina!
"Ahhhhh!" the wanton redhead moaned as she felt Jerome's pleasure-giving lips come into moist and juicy contact with the palpitating and exquisitely hewn folds of her hot, tight twat! Jerome inhaled the strong, feminine scent emanating from the hair-fringed fissure of her sweet young cunt and felt his dick perceptibly jerk and its huge veins pulse with bestial lust!
He flattened out his thick, long tongue and slowly parted the nerve-packed folds of Mitzi's naked pussy and tasted the salty, pungent juices of her pussy as he slid his hand underneath the naked deep, fleshy cleft of her cheeky buttocks and painfully pulled apart her well-rounded buttocks and slid his long, thick fingers into the curve of her bottom, shamefully exposing the puckered ring of her anus as he continued to bore into her with his pleasure-rendering tongue. Mitzi swiftly ran her fingers through Jerome's hair as she begged him to burrow deeper into her naked cunt with the penetrating shaft of his agile instrument. Jerome felt Mitzi's buttocks close tightly around his hands as a shudder of lust pulsed through her naked thighs. In a wanton act of seductive desire, Mitzi suddenly wrapped both of her white naked thighs around the back of Jerome's neck, completely burying his face in the sweet and fragrant bush of Mitzi's teenage pussy! Her thighs tightened with tensil-like strength around the swarthy features of Jerome's neck, forcing his hotly laving even deeper into the flaming fissure of her naked cunt as her nude stomach contracted and expanded with the rhythmic undulations of theIr flaringly feminine hips and thighs. Jerome extended his tongue as far as it would go into the musky, sweet-smelling darkness of Mitzi's trembling vagina as the wanton redhead began breathing in a series of rapid, staccato gasps.
The entire scene was one of pagan intensity; the huge, half-breed stud with his face buried between the absolutely stunning redhead's legs as she powerfully squeezed her thighs around his neck.
Dee watched, almost a little fascinated as the two human beings in front of her coupled in mankind's oldest dance; the undeniable dance of raw, primitive desire!
Then it happened; the redhead's entire body began to quake and writhe with the uncontrollable dictates of her lust as she violently rode Jerome's head as though she was atop a wild and bucking bronco! She emitted a low, guttural moan that seemed to come from deep within her naked belly, and then:
"OH, OH, OH, AH, OH, AH, YOU'RE GOOOOOD! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!"
Mitzi's eyes rolled back in her head as her teeth gnashed wildly as though she were a dog in heat! The trembling vibrations of Mitzi's insatiable lust rocked the bed and Jerome found he had to use every ounce of his incredible masculine strength to keep the wildly bucking female from rolling completely off the bed!
When it was finally over, when Mitzi had milked every trembling quiver of delicious lust from Jerome's agile and effective tongue, she lay panting exhaustedly on the bed. When she had caught her breath, she said: "I know you're there Dee, you can come in now. I know you've been watching the whole time!"