Chapter 4
Valarie was waiting outside the door to Donna's Russian history class when the honey-blonde left the room. Donna saw the dark-haired girl and her face immediately broke into a wide and radiant sort of smile.
"This is a pleasant surprise, Val...."
"How'd the exam go, kid?"
"Not as bad as I had expected," Donna said. "There were three fairly simple essays-one long and two short, and twenty fill-in type questions. I figure I got either a high B or, if I'm lucky and old Zuckow happens to get himself a little piece before he grades those things, a low A. But, tell me, what are you doing here?"
"Do you have time for coffee, Donna? I really need to talk with you about something important. I mean, it's strictly a business thing!"
Donna glanced down at her wristwatch and frowned. "If we can make it a very quick cup," she said. "I've been late for the class I'm in next so many times the instructor is really starting to get antsy about it...."
"Who is it....?"
"McIntyre ... English Lit,"-Donna said.
"Don't worry about young Mr. McIntyre," Valarie said. "He owes me a favor or two...."
"Are you telling me his name is in your little black book or something, Val?"
"I'm not telling you, but ... I will say that you have made a very intelligent guess."
"I guess I have time for coffee then...."
"The Hub okay?"
"Fine; it's right on the way to my next class."
"Are you ready for another assignment?" Valarie said, as the two girls started across campus.
"Physically, you mean?" Donna said, and grinned. "I mean, what the heck time was it when you woke me up this morning in that ... that most unusual manner?"
"A little after five," Valarie said, and shrugged. "I was already awake and ... well, you were lying there, all golden and naked and sweet and ... I just couldn't resist it, lover. Sorry...."
"Don't apologize. It was delightful, Val ... really, and that velvet tongue of yours has got to be the absolute greatest alarm clock in the whole world. What a beautiful way to greet a new day ... to awaken and find you with your head between my legs, lapping away like crazy."
The girls laughed ... and Valarie took Donna's hand for a moment. Hand-holding among members of the student body was frowned on at Cutter. It was considered ... well, something less than dignified.
The Hub was fairly crowded. The girls purchased their coffee and then found an isolated table off in one corner of the huge, barn-like dining room where they could talk and not be overheard.
"I've got you set up with another trick," Valarie said. "I don't know the guy. The whole thing was set up over the phone ... and I sure don't like doing business that way, but he's a friend of Bob Mackey and Bob only sends the very best our way."
"I'm ready," Donna said. "Where and when do I meet him?"
"At the Good Knight's ... same room; about four this afternoon. Can you make it?"
"No problem...."
"Good; the guy's name is Bill something or other. I got the feeling he doesn't do this sort of thing very often. He sounded older than Bob on the phone ... about fifty, I'd say, but I'm almost always wrong about these things. Anyway, he wants you to go down on him. I told him that was extra ... so the fee is one-fifty and Bob's friends are always good for at least a fifty-buck tip."
Donna glanced down at her wristwatch. "Hey, I'd really better run, Val."
"Yeah; me, too, baby. Only listen: Don't let that trick take everything you have. Remember, I'll be waiting for you in our little love nest ... all misty-eyed and lonely."
"All dewy-thighed and horny, you mean...."
Valarie smiled and patted Donna's hand. "It all means the same thing," she said. "Doesn't it?"
"In some circles, it does, I guess...."
The trick turned out to be a good deal younger than Valarie had guessed him to be about thirty-five or so. He was short and grossly overweight, with huge, round, colorless eyes, a nose that had been broken and improperly set, and thick, loose, blueberry sort of lips. He threw his arms around Donna the minute she entered the living room of the motel suite ... and then he buried his head hungrily against her breasts.
"Easy, lover," Donna said, and tried to laugh. "I mean, you might at least allow me to get out of my clothing before we ... before we get down to anything serious."
"Oh, yeah ... right...."
He released his grip on her and then backed away a step or two, fire snapping in his eyes. Mounds of frothing slobber formed at the corners of his lips. He wiped his hand across his mouth and then wiped the slobber which had transferred to his hand off on the side of his pants, and Donna wanted to turn and run, to flee ... and yet she was afraid to move, immobilized by the violence she felt lay just beneath the surface of the trick's trembling eagerness.
"Are those things real?" he said.
"What things ... oh, my breasts," Donna said, and tried to control the tremor in her voice. "Well, of course, they're real, but I ... I...."
"Let's see them, huh?" the trick said, and reached out to grab her once again. "Here, sister, I'll help you out of your things...."
"I don't need any help. Really, I ... I'm a big girl and I can undress myself."
The trick grabbed one of the honey-blonde's breasts and began to squeeze it roughly in his hand. "Hey," he said, seemingly delighted, "they are real. C'mon ... c'mon ... get shed of your duds. I got to see them, all bare and everything. C'mon ... c'mon," he commanded, and once again wiped away the huge mounds of frothing slobber which had collected at the corners of his mouth.
"You're hurting me, Mister...."
The trick looked at her in disbelief, cocking his head first to one side and then to the other. "I'm sorry," he said, and grinned. "Really, I didn't mean anything!"
"Then let go...."
"Oh, sure ... sure," he said as his grin grew wider and wider, but another thirty seconds or so passed before he finally released his grip on her breast. "I'm pretty excited, I guess. C'mon, blondie, I'll help you out of your duds."
Donna was very nearly in tears. "I told you," she snapped at the trick, "I don't need any help. I'm perfectly capable of undressing myself!"
"But I want to do it...."
"Well, okay, but ... it'll cost you extra," the golden-one said, as she played for time, her brain racing a mile a minute as she tried to come up with a plan that would allow her to beat it the hell out of that room before the madman she found herself trapped with did something ... something really stupid.
"How much extra?"
"Ah ... fifty dollars," Donna said, quickly, her voice little more than raspy whisper. "Fifty bucks?"
"That's it...."
"That's some union you broads got," the trick said, a look of pure disgust on his face. "Maybe you'd better just go ahead and undress yourself, babe!"
"Yeah, I ... ah ... I think I'll just step into the powder room for a minute and freshen up a bit, and while I'm there you can be getting undressed and fixing the bed. All right ... ah ... lover? The sheets on that bed are really something else, sexy as all get out...."
"I didn't see them," the trick said, and blinked his blank and colorless eyes. "I mean, I gave the joint the once over when I first got here and I saw the big bed in there ... but I didn't pull down the spread or anything. Fifty bucks a day for this dump.
Wow. Hey, listen ... that other broad, the one I talked to on the phone...."
"Valarie ... T'
"Yeah; that's the one. What a crazy name, huh? Did she say anything to you about ... about ... that is ... you see, there's this special thing I want you to do and I told the other broad, that Valarie about it, and I was wondering if she passed the info on to you?"
"She told me," Donna said.
"Yeah; well ... I mean, what did she tell you?"
"She said that you wanted me to go down on you!"
"Yeah; I want you to blow me...."
"All right...."
"All the way...."
"I understand," Donna said. "It's cool ... all the way. I really understand...."
"All the way," the trick said, "that means ... well, that I get to cum in your mouth, right? I mean, you really understand that part of it?"
A wave of anger seemed to sweep over the honey blonde's face and her lips began to move ... but no intelligible sound would come from her mouth. Somehow, she managed to nod her head ... and the trick's face broke into an ugly, lopsided sort of grin. He ran his tongue over his lips, like an animal licking its chops in anticipation of a fresh-meat kill ... and all the while his colorless eyes seemed to grow bigger and bigger and bigger.
"You won't back out, will you?"
Donna shook her head, afraid to speak ... afraid that the violent anger she felt burning throughout her entire body might suddenly erupt if she did.
"I was down in Mexico once," the trick said, "and I got tied up with this fat, old hooker. She spoke pretty good English, for a spic broad and everything ... and she really wasn't all that bad looking. Anyway, I gave her a whole bunch of pesos to do a little number on me ... suck me off, you know. I mean, she agreed to it ... and then all she would do was kiss it a few times and then she wouldn't do it anymore. I ... boy, I...." he said as he balled his right hand into a huge, round fist and slammed it down against the opened palm of his other hand with a horrible cracking sort of noise that made Donna jump, " ... really gave it to that stinking bitch. She made me mad, trying to rip me off like that, and I came so damn close to killing her it ain't funny. No kidding, it scares me even to think about it. I mean, I think I'd go crazy if I ever ended up in one of those Mexican slammers. The ones in this country are bad enough-not that I've been inside all that many of them, but those spies, man ... it's like they were still living back in the dark ages or something."
"Why are you trying to frighten me?"
"Who says that I am?"
"Oh, c'mon, man," Donna said. "Wasn't that whole riff you just went into designed to frighten me? To let me know that you're one hell of a mean dude and all that crap? I mean, dig it, Mister, I enjoy my work ... and I don't plan to back off, but not because of that weird story you just laid on me."
"It's just that I feel a guy should get what he pays for."
"So do I...."
"Then we really don't have a problem then, do we?"
"I don't know," Donna said. "Do we?"
"I thought you had to use the powder room?"
"I do, I do...."
"Well; why don't you get to getting?"
"I'm on my way," Donna said. "I'll be back before you've had a chance to really miss me, lover...."
"Hey; I miss you already, blondie. You're really beautiful ... and that ain't no line."
"Thank you...."
"I mean, I bet you could be in the movies or something," the trick said, and once again wiped away the mounds of frothing slobber which had formed at the corners of his mouth. "One of them triple-X-rated numbers. I mean, most of the broads in those things are scags-real dogs, you know?"
"I don't get to see too many movies," Donna said as she began to ease her way toward the bathroom. "Now, you get the bed ready for us, lover, while I make myself ... ah, like one of the heroines in a sexploitation epic."
"Okay ... only hurry, huh?"
Donna walked into the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind her. Suddenly, she began to shake violently ... so violently that she had to grab onto the edge of the vanity to keep from losing her balance.
What am I going to do?
The trick was so ugly ... like an ape or something. How could Bob Mackey have sent him-such a fat, dirty, ugly animal-to Valarie? The honey-blonde had been expecting to spend a few pleasant hours with some business-type, someone very much like Bob himself, but the trick out in the other room ... he was like some mafia gunsel or a dock-walloper, grungy and uneducated and horribly fat.
He must weigh three hundred pounds, Donna told herself. God, he'll crush me to death ... and the way he grabbed at me when I walked in, like an animal or something.
What am I going to do?
She looked at her reflection in the huge mirror above the vanity, as if somehow she might find all the answers to her questions there ... but the image that stared back at her looked every bit as frightened and angry and confused as she, and after a while she kicked her shoes off and began to undress.
There was no way out, she decided.
He's liable to kill me if I back out on him now.
Oh, God ... what a mess ... what a rotten, stinking mess I've gotten myself into this time. And that Bob Mackey ... wait, I swear ... I'll kill the bastard with my bare hands if he so much as even says good morning to me. Why? Why? Why did he send that creep to Valarie?
She was completely nude when she heard the trick approach the bathroom door. "Hey," he roared, and began to slam his huge, ham-like fist against the door. "Hey ... what did you do? Fall in or something?"
"Ah ... almost ready," Donna called back.
"Yeah; well ... hurry it up, will you?" the trick said. "I got a look at those sheets and ... yeah, you were right. They're really sexy. Now I want to put them to use. C'mon, I ... I'm getting kind of antsy...."
Donna reached over and flushed the toilet ... and the trick began to laugh. She waited, listening to the sound of his pacing just outside the door. He seemed to move in a short, heavy, circular path, around and around and around, his bare feet slapping against the tile ... and Donna thought of him as a roly-poly puppy, chasing its own tail, and the image almost brought a smile to her lips, but then he started to cough and wheeze, horribly, and the image shifted to one of an old and ugly piece of machinery which had suddenly run amuck and threatened to destroy anything that ran across its path.
"What's taking so damn long in there?"
"Be ... right out."
What am I going to do?
"I'd hate to have to bust this door down, blondie, but I will if you don't get your tail in gear pretty soon. C'mon, I'm really tired of all this waiting...."
The trick began to pound on the door, really slamming the meat of his hands against it ... so hard that the hinges began to rattle in protest, harder and harder and harder. Donna wanted to scream, to cry out for someone-anyone to come and save her. Her usual golden radiance had paled to a sickly ashen gray ... and anyone but a blind man would have been immediately aware of the terror blazing in her eyes.
"Oh God, girl," he said in a whisper to her reflection in the mirror, "you look like ... like death warmed over or something. C'mon, Donna, you've got to get a grip on yourself or you're really going to blow it...."
Bang ... bang ... bang....
"Another thirty seconds, blondie, and-I swear, I'b going to kick this lousy door in. The whole thing is starting to smell fishy ... damn fishy...."
II he has to break the door down I'm dead.
She snapped open the lock on the door and then strolled casually from the bathroom. The trick took one look at her and began to pant like a shaggy dog fighting the heat of an August afternoon ... his voice cracked and his fat, blubbery lips began to flap, and there was a look on his face which suggested that he had just at that very moment been kicked soundly in the gut by a strong and very angry Missouri mule.
"Geez," he said.
"You like, huh?"
"Oh, blondie, I ... I...."
The trick really began to froth at the mouth ... and for a short time he made a violent effort to wipe away the huge mounds of slobber which kept forming at the corners of his lips, but after a bit he shrugged and seemed to give it up as an impossible task. He stared at the honey-blonde with those colorless eyes of his, eyes that seemed to have been heated to the boiling point and beyond, eyes that were glassed over and bloodshot ... a junkie's eyes, Donna decided, unable to accept the reality of the pale and golden vision they held.
"Say something, lover," she teased.
"Oh, geez ... geez, blondie...."
He reached out to touch her and all she did was shake her head, no, and he pulled the hand back, like a kid who had been caught reaching for the cookie jar. It suddenly hit the golden-one that she had stumbled on the one way she had of getting control of the situation: she had to keep him off guard ... to "pimp" him, as they said in the trade. She smiled and a bit of color seemed to find its way back to her face ... and then she drew in an enormous breath of air, filling her breasts to a point where it appeared that the flesh which covered them might burst open from the tension ... and the strain on her muscles there set the nipples to pulsing, bobbing about wildly, pale and pink and beautifully proud. Feet at a forty-five-degree angle, she placed her hands on her hips, arms akimbo, and then glared at the trick with frankly defiant eyes while she sent the tip of her tongue on its little journey round the rim of her soft, pouting lips.
"Oh, my God," the trick cried. "You like that tongue, lover?"
"Oh, yes ... yes...."
His enormous belly began to jerk, the puffy flesh there moving in a crazy-quilt sort of pattern of thick, rippling layers of tortured blubber . ... and the smile on Donna's face grew broader and broader as she began to realize how easily she had gained control of the situation, how a few, simple bits of affected bodily motion on her part had reduced that mountain of towering fat to a helpless load of quivering jelly. For the very first time she allowed herself to look down at his penis ... and it was all she could do to keep from snickering. It was so tiny ... not nearly as big as one of her thumbs, and it was still soft and helpless, a rather lifeless-looking little twig of purplish flesh poking out in confused and frightened uncertainty from between the monstrous girth of his thick and pink, fat-ladened thighs.
He's even more frightened than I am, Donna decided. Oh, the poor slob. The poor, poor slob....
She took him gently, tenderly by the hand and led him huffing and puffing and blowing into the bedroom. She waited for him to make some sort of move ad then, when he didn't, she pushed him down onto the bed and crawled up on top of him. She began to tease him, jiggling the tips of her full, ripe breasts ever-so-lightly against the skin of his face ... and the fat man began to snort. He parted his loose, blubbery lips and then drew one of the honey blonde's hard, pulsing nipples down into his fiery mouth, sucking it down with such a force that tiny sparks of hotly sprawling pleasure-pain began immediately to shoot their way from her breasts all the way down to her groin.
"Oh, easy ... hey, easy, lover," she cried. "That's not a hunk of old shoe leather you've got in your mouth. Hey ... really ... that hurts...."
The trick eased up a bit on her nipple and began to knead the ripe flesh of her buttocks in his hand, really digging the tips of his fingers down into the tender meat there ... and after a while he took one of her hands and guided it to the still soft and helpless little twig that was his manhood.
Donna curled her fingers gently around the shaft of that tiny thing and began to tug away tenderly at it, almost as if she were afraid of hurting it, and after a while she could feel it begin to pulse as it filled with blood. The twig began to swell and soon it was half-erect ... and Donna was convinced that she had felt a vague little hint of a throb begin to work its way from down within his hard and screaming testicles.
He spit her nipple from his mouth and began to lick and suck his way over to her other breast ... and once again he snorted before parting his lips and drawing that cone of hard and trembling flesh up into his mouth. Donna let the little finger of her hand at his penis slide down under his testicles and began to trace a little circular pattern there on that bit of hard, trembling flesh ... and the trick began to groan as his whole body seemed to convulse, and the huge bed under them began to groan in protest.
Donna used every trick of digital manipulation she knew, rubbing and jerking and stroking, but still that twig of angry flesh refused to come to full attention ... and so, after a rather long moment of hesitation, she pulled her nipple from his mouth and began to kiss and lick and nibble her way down his body. She began at his thick, bull-like neck, stopped to plant a long, soulful kiss on each of his nipples, and then made her way down to his belly.
"Oh, blondie," the trick cried. "Oh, jeez...."
She darted her tongue in and out, in and out of his wide, hairy navel, and then moved on down to the patch of dark and wiry hair which lay in soggy profusion just about his manhood. He cupped both of his hands around the back of her neck and began to push her head down until he felt the smooth skin of her face make contact with his penis.
"Suck me, blondie," he cried.
Donna opened her mouth and sent her tongue corkscrewing down under his testicles, licking away wildly at the base of the thick seam there ... and the trick began to howl, like an animal with its leg caught in a steel trap.
"Jeez, blondie. I ... oh, God, I ... I...."
The honey-blonde began to swirl the tip of her tongue all over the underside of his stones, licking and nibbling until the sac of skin covering those tiny spheres of hard and convulsing need was heavy with juice, and the trick began to rock from side-to-side in an awesome and pathetic parody of undulation ... and the bed under them really began to howl and grown under the added strain of its workload.
His manhood began to flick about, completely erect now and screaming with need ... and Donna worked the tip of her tongue up slowly along the underside of that hard and angry bit of flesh. She hesitated for a moment as she reached the head of his penis, and then with the trick whimpering like a frightened little puppy, she planted a long, lingering sort of kiss on the head of his penis. She held his penis in one hand and slipped the other one down through his enormous thighs and began to rub the tips of her fingers around and around the perimeter of his anus ... and the trick began to giggle, like some silly little girl on her first real date, and then that dark and angry hole began to pucker, moving in convulsive and hard little waves, and the giggle rose in pitch until at last it became little more than a high-pitched whine. Once again the honey-blonde curled her lips around the head of his manhood, kissed it, and then began to slide the broad of her tongue across that tiny patch of skin, moving faster and faster until her tongue felt like the blade of a vibrator ... and the trick began to roll and jerk, crying out his sense of need in a voice that was loud enough to be heard for blocks away.
"Hey ... oh ... oh, geez, blondie ... geez, that's good," he cried. "Good ... oh, geez ... yeah ... oh, oh, oh, blondie ... blondie...."
Donna let the head of his manhood slip from between her lips ... and as it jerked and bobbed about she began to blow little jets of cool air against the still moist patch of skin there, and the trick began to howl so loudly that finally he felt forced to cover his mouth with a pillow in order to stifle the noise of his pleasure.
"You like that, lover?" Donna said.
"Oh, geez...."
He continued to rock his hips from side-to-side, the muscles in his buttocks beginning to twitch and jerk, and then they seemed to explode, pushing his entire pelvic area upward, higher and ever-higher, in a blind and frantic sort of search for the hot and moist cave that was Donna's mouth. Again and again those muscles exploded, straining with all the power at their command, frantic with need and desperate with desire ... and all the while the golden-one kept the target just beyond its reach, continuing to blow those torturous puffs of cooling wet air against the agony that was his little fleshy twig. Suddenly, he screamed ... and then he began to pound his fists against the pillow.
"Suck me," he screamed. "Enough of this teasing stuff, blondie. C'mon, suck me ... suck me, you bitch. Do it ... do it now...."
The honey-blonde lowered her head as if she were obeying the trick's command, but then, with her lips all but touching the screaming head of his manhood, she jerked the finger which had been tracing the little circles around his anus up into that dark hole and the trick let loose with a blood-chilling sort of scream and drove his penis up into her waiting mouth. He filled each of his hands with a patch of her long, golden hair and then held them tightly while he worked the entire length of his twig of angry flesh up into the soft and liquid world of her hungry mouth.
"Suck me, blondie ... suck me, suck me...."
Donna began to flick the edge of her tongue all over the shank of his penis, pausing every now and again to draw her lips tightly around the base of that hard and angry twig ... and then to slide those vibrantly alive and fleshy forms on up to its head and then down to the base again, and again and again and again.
"Oh, blondie ... yeah ... oh, yeah...."
She began to increase the frequency of that bit of hard, sliding action with her mouth, little animal-like noises gurgling in her throat. She stopped for a rather long moment at the uppermost part of each stroke so that she might swirl her hot, hot tongue crazily over the face of that pulsing hunk of angry, purple flesh she held captive in her mouth ... and the trick seemed to be beside himself with the wild and awesome passion he was experiencing at the moment.
"Hey ... oh ... geez, geez ... is that ever good, blondie," he cried. "What a mouth you have ... that tongue, those lips ... oh, geez ... geez, oh, man...."
The trick howled and wheezed, his toes snapping wildly, and his entire body seemed to ripple, the enormous layers of fat vibrating like jelly ... and the golden-one pulled out all the stops as she fought to bring the trick to a climax.
"Stop," the trick cried, but the honey-blonde didn't .seem to hear him. "Stop, stop, stop," he commanded, frantically, and then began to push Donna's head away from his manhood ... and as the twig of tortured flesh slipped from between her lips she stared up at him in hard and angry confusion.
He was right there, she told herself, at that beautiful moment of universal truth, ready for a climax ... and then the lousy slob goes and pulls a stupid trick like this.
"What the hell?" she demanded, hotly.
"I ... I want to climb on top," he said.
"Are you crazy...?"
"No, I ... it's just that I like to work it in and out of a broad's mouth while I'm laying on top of her," he said. "Boy, I ... I really get off like that. I cum like ... I cum like crazy, you know?"
"You've flipped your wig," Donna snarled.
"No ... no, I haven't...."
"You'll crush me!"
"No ... really," the trick said. "I'll be real careful, blondie. Real careful...."
"Nuts...."
"I have to have it that way, bitch," the trick said, a hard and uneasy sort of edge creeping into his voice. "I mean, I'm shelling out a hundred and fifty fish for this ... and I want it like I said, on top."
"Look, blubber gut," Donna snapped, "there ain't no way in hell I'm going to let you lay on my face. None. No way ... and that's final. It ain't going to happen...."
"Oh, yeah...?"
"You heard me...."
"You want more money?" the trick said, bitterly. "That's it, isn't it? Okay ... okay ... how much? Another fifty? Will that do it?"
"I don't want any more money...."
"What then?"
"Look, get it through that fat head of yours, mister ... I don't want you to crush me," Donna snapped. "I agreed to suck you off ... and I will, I will. But the rest of this nonsense: no way! You hear me? No way ... no bloody way! I mean it, buster...."
"That's your last word, huh? I'll make it a hundred!"
"Not for a thousand...."
The trick rolled over on his side and worked his way up into a sitting position, wheezing all the while. He glared at Donna without speaking for the longest time, his nostrils flared and anger snapping away wildly in his eyes ... and then a tick began to pull at the corner of his mouth, contorting the lips there into a grotesque sort of leer. He began to drool and soon slobber covered his chin ... and then he reached out and grabbed a handful of the golden-one's long hair. He jerked her head back and then slapped her hard across the face with the palm of his free hand ... and Donna screamed as her vision blurred and her head seemed to be filled with a sudden and seemingly endless expanse of glowing stars is, they rocketed across a black, black sky.
"Now what do you have to say, bitch?"
"You creep," Donna screamed. "You lousy bastard...."
He slapped her again, much harder than the first time ... and Donna went limp as consciousness left her and she found herself floating out in space. It was cold there, freezing cold, and her skin seemed to turn blue and to fall off in thin layers. Far off in the distance, she heard the cry of a flock of angry scavenger birds ... and she seemed unable to breathe, as if a great and terrible weight had been placed on her chest. The sound of the birds grew closer and closer, but she was unable to see them.
The trick lowered her lifeless body to the bed.
"Hey, blondie ... hey, c'mon, I didn't hit you that hard, kid. C'mon, quit kidding...."
He bent his head down over her breast and listened for a heartbeat ... and, finding one, he smiled and sighed with relief. He placed a pillow under her head and was in the process of positioning himself so that his manhood was directly above her mouth and then there was a knock on the door.
"Go away," he bellowed.
"Donna," Valarie called from the other side of the door, "are you all right, kid? Hey, Donna ... it's me, Val, baby ... and I've brought some help with me."
"Go away, go away," the trick cried.
"Oh, my God," Valarie cried. "He's killed her. Bob, he's killed her. He's killed her...."
"Open this door," Bob commanded.
"Please ... please ... go away," the trick cried in a thin, high-pitched whine. "She's all right. I ... I only ... she's all right. Go away."
Bob began to bang at the door with his shoulder, slamming up against the wood with all the strength at his command, and then the lock snapped and the door flew open. The trick was off the bed, trying to climb into his pants when Bob barged into the bedroom, his fists ready to fly ... but then he pulled up short, a look of disbelief in his eyes. "Bill, I...."
"Don't hurt me, Bob...."
"What the hell are you doing here, man?"
"She ... she lied to me, Bob," the trick said. "She said that I could do anything I wanted as long as I was willing to pay for it. She backed out. Bob ... she's nothing but a trap. Really. Bob ... she ... oh, Bob, you're not going to say anything to Mary, are you?"
"You pig...."
Valarie had been right behind Bob when he entered the bedroom. She leaped across the room to where Donna lay sprawled out on the bed and threw herself on the golden-one's unconscious body and then covered her face with hot, hot kisses. Tears began to stream from the eyes of the dark-haired girl and she called out Donna's name over and over again, as if there were some sort of magical quality in the word, something that might force the breath of life back into her ... and then the honey-blonde's eyes began to flutter and after a long, terrifying moment of uncertainty they opened all the way.
"She ... she's alive," Valarie cried. "Oh, Bob ... Bob, she's alive...."
"Oh, I'm so glad," Bob said.
"Donna ... oh, lover ... baby," Valarie cried. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. It's all my fault...."
"What's all your fault?"
"This creep," Valarie said. "Bob didn't send him."
"Yeah," Bob said, "but it's my fault that he's here. This lousy slob ... this pig ... this poor excuse for a human being is married to my sister, Mary."
"You're not going to tell your sister, are you, Bob?"
"Shut up, shut your pig face...."
"It's all your fault," the trick said. "Always talking about this ... this setup with the college girls. And she ain't hurt ... not really. I only hit her two times. Ask her if that ain't the truth ... two times because she tried to back out on the deal we made."
"You creep, you ... you...."
"I even offered her more money, Bob," the trick cried, terror shaking in his colorless eyes. "Ask her, ask her if I didn't offer her more money...."
Suddenly, Bob's sense of outrage was more than he was able to bear and he shoved the trick up against the wall and then drove a hard right hand up into that enormous gut, burying it all the way to the wrist. The trick began to double over in pain ... but Bob caught him with a wild left hook squarely on the chin and the fat man dropped to his knees like a load of bricks, a thin trickle of blood mixing with the slobber that ran down from one corner of his mouth. He covered his face with his hands and began to sob hysterically.
"Kill him," Valarie cried. "Kill the pig...."
"Don't," Donna cried. "Please, please ... don't...."
"Don't let them hurt me, lady," the trick whimpered.
"Shut up," Bob screamed. "Keep your slimy mouth closed or, I swear, Bill, I will kill you ... I'll rip you to pieces and feed you to the fish in the ocean."
"I think we ought to cut the bastard's balls off," Valarie spat. "He ... he's an animal, Donna."
The honey-blonde shook her head, tears spilling down her face. She managed to sit up with a little help from the dark-haired girl ... and then she swung her legs down over the edge of the bed and waited while the cobwebs within her head began to clear away. She stood up and began to walk on uncertain legs toward Bob ... and he reached out and slipped an arm around her waist to support her.
"Are you all right, kid?" Bob said. "I mean, did this ape ... did he ... oh, Donna, I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do, anything at all...."
"Just let him go, Bob," Donna said. "He's such a miserable slob, and ... I ... just let him go...."
"He's an animal, a fucking animal...."
"Please, Bob, as a favor to me...."
"She means it," Valarie said, softly. "Turn the other cheek and all that crap. She's hopeless...."
The trick looked up at Bob, his eyes pleading for mercy ... and then suddenly Bob turned his head away from the fat man and helped Donna back to the bed.
"How much money do you have, Bill?" Bob demanded, his tone very quiet and controlled. "I don't know...."
"How much?"
"About three hundred bucks, I guess, but...."
"Take out ten for cab fare and leave the rest for this kid here," Bob said.
"But I only promised her one-fifty...."
"And if you say one more word ... just one, I'll beat you silly. Get dressed, Bill, and get the hell out of here ... and if I ever hear of you bothering one of these kids again, I swear, sister's husband or not, I'll kill you."
"I think we'd better get our friend to a doctor," Valarie said to Bob. "I don't like the way her eyes look...."
"And I don't like the shade of your lipstick," Donna said, and smiled. "I'm all right...."
"Look, kid," Bob said, "don't you think...."
"I'm all right, Bob...."
Bob looked at Valarie and shrugged in resignation. "Okay, but can I at least take the two of you out to dinner?"
"Why?" Donna said. "Because you feel responsible?"
"Because we happen to be friends," Bob snapped.
"In that case," Donna said, "we'll be glad to accept."
"Let's go...."
"Don't you think I ought to get dressed first?"
"I guess," Bob said, "but please ... don't take all afternoon about it, huh?"
Donna stuck her tongue out at him and began to slip into her bra. Bob started to laugh but then he looked at the man who was his brother-in-law and the laughter was stillborn.
"You won't say anything to Mary, Bob?"
"Get out of here, you pig," Bob screamed.
The trick placed a pile of bills on the dresser and then left the room. Valarie walked over to the dresser, picked up the money and began to count it. There was three hundred and twenty-seven dollars. She stuck the money in Donna's purse and then handed the purse to the honey-blonde.
The Beefeater's was one of the best restaurants in town but the food failed to serve the purpose Bob had hoped it would. He felt very, very guilty about what had happened to Donna. The three of them sat over an after-dinner cocktail, making polite conversation ... unwilling or perhaps unable to talk about the thing that had taken place at the Good Knight's.
It was Valarie who finally broke the ice.
"I ... I guess I'm going to have to do a much more ... thorough job of checking out new clients in the future," she said. "I mean, anyone could call up and use the name of some old client as a reference, and ... well, the next time we might not be so lucky. I mean, Donna could have been killed or seriously injured today...."
"I know," Bob said, and his words seemed to catch in his throat. "Boy, do I know...."
"And I might have been hit by a car as I was walking across the campus this morning, too," Donna said. "Really, I think you two are making much too much out of this whole bloody mess. It was a fluke...."
"No; the fact that it hadn't happened up until now ... that's the real fluke," Bob said. "Look, I'm certain that I'm the one who ... well, I'm responsible for the mess. Bill had to get Valarie's number from me ... somehow. I didn't give it to him, but he got it from me ... I'm certain of that. If a mush-brain like that could do it ... hell, anyone could do it. Don't you see that, Donna?"
The honey-blonde nodded.
"The solution is a fairly simple one," Valarie said. "In the future, starting right this minute, we don't accept any new business until the guy has been vouched for by an old client ... and I mean by the old client himself."
"That should help," Bob said, "but ... well, to tell you the truth, Val, I don't see it as a panacea. Look, let me kick the problem around for a day or two and see what I can come up with in terms of a better procedure for your operation."
"Kick away," Valarie said.
"Yeah; and now let's change the subject. Okay?" Donna said. "I mean, it's really starting to drag...."
Bob glanced down at his wristwatch. "I've got to be moving, anyway," he said. "My wife is expecting me at seven: a cocktail thing that she's had planned for a week."
"Your ... your wife!" Donna said. "I didn't know that you were married, Bob!"
Valarie looked even more surprised than Donna. "Hey; I didn't either," she said, "and ... well, I've known the guy for better than two years."
Bob shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. He lighted a cigarette, nodding his head gently, reflectively, as if he were utilizing the time to make some sort of decision.
"Marsha, my wife, was in a horrible automobile accident about three years ago ... nearly four years," he said. "She damn near died. Anyway, she ... she's been unable to ... there's no easy way to say this: she's unable to function sexually. So...."
"Oh, wow," Donna said.
"Is it a painful sort of thing?" Valarie said. "I mean, her condition, does ... does it...."
Bob tried very hard to smile ... and all but made it. "Look," he said, "my wife and I have been married for nearly twenty-two years ... and up until the time of her accident I never looked at another woman. Really. I ... I love her, more than I could ever hope to" be able to put into words, and the moment that she's physically able to express herself sexually once again ... well, I'm afraid that the two of you have lost a customer."
"I hope that day is soon," Donna said.
"Yeah, me, too," Valarie said.
"About Bill ... my brother-in-law," Bob said. "I'll get to the bottom of that and...."
"I'd really rather not talk about it," Valarie said, a soft tremor in her voice. "I need to ask you something, Bob. May I?"
"Sure...."
"Your wife ... does she know about you and my girls?"
"Of course," Bob said. "As a matter-of-fact, it was her idea in the first place. She's ... well, the phrase 'wonderful woman' comes reasonably close to describing her, but even that doesn't really give you the complete picture of that woman of mine."
"Do you have kids, Bob?" Donna said.
"Four ... three girls and a fifteen-year-old who looks like a male but hasn't quite made up his mind yet," Bob said as an easy sort of grin came to his face. "He's okay, I think, but ... well, if he doesn't get things worked out on his own pretty soon I'm going to let you kids break him in."
"I'll take on the job personally," Valarie said. "A kid's maiden voyage ought to be a groove. I've got a younger brother in pretty much the same position as your tongue and I've been trying to talk Goldielocks here into picking his cherry for him, but so far...."
Donna could feel herself begin to blush ... and both Bob and Valarie began to kid her about it.
"I'm so damn confused," she said.
"About what?" Bob said.
Donna shrugged but Valarie looked over at Bob and winked. "About sex," the dark-haired girl said. "You may find this hard to believe, Bob, but my star hooker has got some real hang-ups about sex. You know that old liberal saw about sexual expression being primarily a love thing? Well, old Donna here believes it...."
"Well, as an old liberal myself," Bob said, "I guess I'm another one who does, Donna...."
"But ... but...."
"Look, kid," Bob said, "there is sex and then there is Sex ... you know, with a capital 'S.' Damn few people ever learn the difference, but there is a difference ... one hell of a big difference. You may love to ball a person but that's not the same as balling a person you love...."
"Now I'm the one who's confused," Valarie said.
"Because of what I said?"
"Yeah...."
"I don't know how else I might explain it, Val," Bob said. "I'd be pretty upset if I found out my wife had balled some other guy, but ... believe me, I'd freak out if I found out that she was in love with some other guy, whether or not she had balled him. It's like one is an immediate thing ... the other is long term and maybe even permanent."
"It comes down to a question of possession," Valarie said.
"Naw," Bob said, "it's a question of loyalty...."
"What a crock...."
"I don't think it is," Donna said.
"Yeah; I should have known better than to get into an argument with two liberals. I was beaten even before I got started ... but that doesn't mean I accept the jive you two are handing out."
"Look, Val...."
"I thought you had a cocktail party or something to go to, Bob," Donna said. "I'm not trying to get rid of you, but ... well, your wife needs you."
"Right you are," Bob said, and stood up. "Listen kids, have another drink or whatever you want. I have an account here and...."
"Will you please get the hell out of here?" Valarie said, and smiled. "Go on, get ... move it ... scoot ... scram ... split...."
"I'll phone you kids tomorrow...."
"Oh, thank you, Daddy," Valarie said.
"Don't laugh," Bob said. "My oldest is only a year or so younger than the pair of you. Really...."
"Oh, Daddy," Valarie said, her voice suddenly rich and husky, dripping with sex. "Daddy ... honey, I hear that there is absolutely no cest like incest."
"Is that what you hear, huh?"
"And you know where they say incest begins, Daddy!"
"At home," Donna said.
"Maybe so," Bob replied, "but not at mine, it doesn't!"
Donna lay alone in the darkness of her room. It was only a few minutes past nine on that same evening but Valarie had insisted that she go to bed and get some rest. The events of the day kept racing through the honey-blonde's head. The things Bob had said about his wife ... about his views on the subject of sex-had made quite an impression on her. It was such a beautiful thing listening to him express his great and noble love for her. Basically, he was a one-woman man ... and yet there was no way to deny the beauty of the passion she had experienced with him. Maybe it wasn't love, but it was certainly more than a mere business arrangement.
The more I learn about sex and sexual expression, she said to herself, just before she dozed off, the more confused I seem to become.
She began to dream:
Once again she found herself back in the suite at the Good Knight's Inn. Outside the door there stretched a seemingly endless line of tricks ... and each of them was waiting to use her body. The golden one felt a strange sort of movement down in her vagina ... and then she felt her clitoris spring out from the lips of her vulva. It began to grow, savage and hard, and soon it was as big as a penis. Donna began to whimper ... and she curled the fingers of both of her hands around the shank of that awesome thing and tried unsuccessfully to stuff it back down into her cauldron. It continued to grow, glowing with an angry need ... and then it was as big as a baseball bat. Suddenly, Bill, the fat and brutal trick, appeared as if by magic on the bed next to her.
"I have what you've been looking for all your life," Donna said in a voice that sounded strangely like Valarie's. "Here it is, Billy-boy...."
The trick took one look at the thing that had once been the honey-blonde's clitoris and began to scream. "Get away," he said. "Get away...."
The thing between her legs suddenly grew a mouth and fangs and then it leaped out at the fat man, sinking its teeth deeply into the flesh of his thighs.
"Run," Donna cried. "Run away, fat man...."
"You can't run from reality," Bill said. "But this is a dream," Donna said. "But dreams are real...."
"No, no, no...."
"You really hate me!"
"No, I feel sorry for you...."
"But pity is an aspect of hate...."
"That's crazy...."
"I'm dying, Donna ... and you killed me."
"No ... no, I didn't...."
"All I wanted to do was screw you in the mouth.
Donna awoke with tears in her eyes ... and Valarie's arms wrapped tightly around her. "It's all right," the dark-haired girl said. "Hold me, Val. Hold me, hold me...."