Chapter 14
Rene stretched lazily, her lush young body drinking in the rays of the poolside sun. She wore only the flimsiest of bikinis and her breasts strained to burst their confinement as she lifted her arms to the skies.
Rocky's eyes sparkled as he looked at her and wished he had brought along his bathing suit for this poolside conference. A few more minutes of this, he reflected, and he would forget everything, including his sense of propriety. He was ready to strip right now, swim suit or no, and yank off that excuse for a suit that she wore....
Later, perhaps. Right now, though he was off-duty, he had come to see her out of curiosity, and, he admitted to himself, out of sheer desire to see her again.
"There are a few things I don't understand, Rene," he said. "In the first place, how did you get the killer to change places with you? That is, how did you convince him that he should be tied and not you?"
She shrugged her rounded, soft shoulders.
"I don't know," she said, wide-eyed. "I just talked him into it."
"So you said, but the police psychiatrist says that he is a dangerous sadistic homocidal maniac, and was intent on only one thing-to torture you to death. And still...."
Her eyes twinkled. "You mean I'm confusing a psychiatrist? Little old me?"
"Look, Rene. He had you trapped, tied and bound, just as he had your roommate. And still you worked something on him that changed the entire picture. How did you do it?"
Rene leaned lazily back on the deck chair, stretching her round thighs. She watched him as his eyes traveled the length of her frame, saw his lips run dry so that he had to wet them with his tongue.
"Why don't you come right out and say what you think, Rocky? Why don't you say that you're wondering how a dumb chick like me knows enough to outsmart a lunatic?"
"I didn't say that, Rene." '
"No, but that's what you're thinking, isn't it?"
He lowered his eyes, admitting the truth of her conclusion.
Rene smiled. "You're a pretty good cop, Rocky, but you're not very smart. You judge things by what you see on the surface. For instance, what do you see in me?"
Rocky looked at her. Her eyes danced as she arched her body, bringing out every salient point, every inch of flesh for his eyes to feast upon.
"Go ahead, Rocky. Say it. What do you see?"
"I see a very beautiful and desirable girl. I see a tempting pair of boobs, a slim waist, beautifully curved hips and thighs, long, strong legs, a gorgeous face with a full, red mouth, and...."
He stopped, overcome by the. desire that was creeping into his loins, afraid to go further.
"And that's all you see isn't it?" she smiled. "A girl you want to stick yourself into."
"Yes!" he admitted. "And that's plenty to see."
"Thank you, Rocky. But that's only the surface. I'm not exactly what I seem, Rocky. In the first place, I have two university degrees...." Rocky gaped. "You?"
She nodded. "Surprised? I rarely tell people that. It seems to stand in the way of my work as a model." She laughed. "And strangely enough, the way I look stands in the way of a chance to use what I know. When I tried teaching all the boys-and some of the girls-in my class tried to make me."
"I don't blame them."
"Thank you again. Now shall I tell you what I majored in? It was in abnormal psychology. I learned all about people like that poor man that you now have in the loony bin."
"Abnormal psychology...."he echoed wonderingly.
"So I knew what inducement to offer him to make him change places with me. Any other questions, Officer?" she smiled.
Rocky was still gaping.
He rose to his feet, suddenly humble and feeling very inferior to this lush broad who lay back smiling up at him, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
"I ... er-that's all, Miss Clark. I think I'll go now."
She reached up toward him, ran her hand along the inside of his thigh.
"Miss Clark?" she cooed. "Why, since you got here today, you've been calling me just plain old Rene."
His stomach tightened. "I overstepped my bounds," he said. "I shouldn't have. Now that it's all over and the nut is confined safely, I'll be on my way, Miss Clark."
She rose, standing close to him in her near nakedness, and her perfume engulfed him.
"If you're through talking to me," she whispered, "I want to talk to you. Please come into my apartment. What I have to say to you has to be said in privacy ... extreme privacy."
She took his hand and led him toward her apartment. He followed in a daze, wondering about this girl who seemed to be nothing but a package of lush femininity and was instead also a brain that could handle a dangerous lunatic. And still the sight of her curves ahead of him, her bouncing buttocks, her smooth back-all this was enough to make his senses reel.
So he followed her like an obedient dog, prepared to slaver over her, be her lap dog-anything she asked. He was also beginning to understand how the killer obeyed her commands.
Inside the apartment, Rene clicked the door shut and turned to face him. She gestured to a chair and Rocky sat while Rene stood before him, her feet planted wide apart, her knockers out-thrust. He swallowed, his eyes ravishing her unashamedly.
She smiled, seeing the hunger in his eyes.
"Rocky," she began, "I am very grateful to you. When I was frightened and needed consoling, you gave that to me, considering that you were on duty and had to be impersonal you did what you could. I know that your feelings were far from impersonal, and you know what mine were, so...."
"Well, wait a minute. I-"
"I know. Now here is what I have to say, darling. I'm not in love with you, no matter how my body feels toward you. I am engaged to a boy from my home town and I am going to marry him as soon as he comes back for me." Rocky's face fell.
"But that doesn't change the way I feel toward you now," Rene went on. "Look at me, darling!"
Rocky, bleak, miserable, raised his eyes ... and was charged up instantly with fire.
Standing before him, Rene had reached back to the strap of her bikini. Untying it, she let the wisp of cloth fall from her lush bosom, revealing it in all its primitive glory, swollen and red-tipped.
Rocky felt the trembling of passion within him. Blind with passion, he reached out for her. But she drew back laughing.
"Wait," she whispered. "I want to torture you ... deliriously."
Now her fingers slipped into the bikini pants and she lowered them, letting them slide slowly down from her hips and her thighs. When they reached her feet, she kicked them away and stood there, nude, tanned from head to toe, a pagan goddess weaving her body slowly from side to side.
"Just this one time," Rene breathed softly. "Just this one time with you ... with anyone other than the man who is going to be my husband ... and whom I'll never betray after this."
"I don't care why or how," Rocky gasped. "Just so long as it happens."
"It will happen ... as soon as you take off your clothes."
He was working at his clothing in an instant, tearing them off as she watched him, the hunger growing now in her eyes as his body revealed itself to her.
Now they faced each other, two young savages, alone, far from the duties that awaited both of them in the world outside.
"Give it to me!" she cried suddenly.
He took her, tenderly at first as he lowered her to the floor, then, with his wick stiff with fire roughly, plunging himself into her with all the pent-up desire she had aroused in him.
Rene cried out with joy and discovery. She welcomed his every move, met it with her own in abandon, losing herself with him as he lost himself with her.
She plucked her body about but he was with her every instant and she was unable to throw him. She drew back but he came still further after her as the fire raged and the thunder roared in their ears.
"Screw me!" she cried.
And suddenly he was no longer a mere mortal but a god and she was a nymph caught and trapped in the woods. Then she gave herself to him completely, grasping him, her nails digging into his back, making him cry out with her as the storm broke, ebbed, soared, flew high and up and around in a hurricane, a whirlpool, an explosion that engulfed them in unison, breaking all barriers, flooding all senses....
When he left her, she was asleep, naked on the floor, her mouth in a peaceful smile. He paused at the door a moment and looked back at her.
She was, even in sleep, the high tier of desire. He felt envy for the man she was to marry and pity for himself because this was the last time he would see her.
"Be happy, Rene," he whispered softly. "And thank you."
He opened the door, slipped into the outside world again, a world without the flesh and spirit of Rene Clark. He felt lonely and lost as he went out into the busy traffic of Las Vegas.