Chapter 6
On the way home, Dee was absolutely terrified. There was no doubt that she was being followed; the same two headlights floated behind her like two wispy demons summoned by a sorcerer. As she drove through the security gate, she did not even smile at the night watchman, for she was sure that he was now in league with this incredibly powerful organization of wealth and power.
The two headlights which had been following her lingered for a moment, and then were gone.
Dee stumbled into her living room as though she had been under the influence of some powerful drug. The whole thing was too overwhelming to believe! She dare not tell Sam what had happened; he certainly wouldn't believe her, and if he did, wouldn't things be worse?
No, she couldn't run the risk of getting Sam involved in this unbelievable nightmare; she had to bear the burden entirely on her own shoulders. She had to have time to think. The only sensible thing to do at the moment was to get some rest. There was no doubt in Dee's mind, that, for the moment, she had to appear at The Casbah tomorrow night. She was afraid of Dougman's reprisal if she didn't. Maybe the next day she could plot some course of action.
Dee slept uneasily that night. She did not awaken to see Sam come in or leave early the next morning. Just before the nervous teenager woke up, she had an extremely disturbing dream.
She found herself near a placid, cool lake in the center of a lush, tropical forest. To her surprise, she was completely nude. She was kneeling, and in front of her, she was aware of the totally nude figure of a powerfully built and swarthy male, standing with his back to her. The man's skin glistened with the thick, rich, heavy moisture which permeated the air.
Slowly the figure turned. The first thing which Dee noticed was the awesome long, stiff rod of his purplish cock aimed straight at her blood-red lips!
Slowly the man moved toward her. Dee was fascinated at the steely length of his blood-filled member, at the flawless manner in which the mushroom-shaped cap fit so neatly onto the very pole and how the entire instrument seemed to spring out of the male's glistening pubic hairs. She stared intently at the tiny slit in the end of the spongy head, aware of the awesome white lust capable of bursting forth from it. She felt herself becoming more and more fascinated with the long, stiff, purplish pole, and, unconsciously, she became aware of the fact that her tongue was wagging in the air and she felt the saliva flow in her mouth as she examined the incredibly forbidden thoughts which were racing through her mind; she felt an intense impulse to open the blood-red maw of her lips and suck the awesome cock deep in to the womb-like fissure of her throat! Yes! Yes! She wanted to feel that thick, stiff penis burning a hole in her throat as the man held her triumphantly by the ears and face-fucked her until the liquid heat of his lust bubbled down her throat!
Slowly Dee leaned forward and opened her lips! Her tongue brushed swiftly against the vein-bulging side of the shaft and then, like a starving child, encaptured the purplish meat between the twin, red semi-circles of her hot lips!
Dee gazed upward and beheld the face of the man....
It was Jerome!