Chapter 2
Vic Miles always proudly announced that his name was Victor Miles of the Miles family, and that his old man had so named him to insure his son's success in everything he undertook. That was the Miles' way, and that way had been a success. Vic's father was head of The Atlas Communications Company and was favored by the local police department. He'd squared away many of their personal calls.
Vic sported a soft beard, wearing it as an affectation. His cigarette clung to his lower lip. He wore his dark hair long in the prevailing style. His mother probably would have given him a middle name, but she didn't survive getting him. His father had told him it was a tough tussle. Anyway, Vic was a sophomore at the state university, not straining his brain for a B.S. degree. His pals all agreed that those letters meant "Barely Sober." But his presence at the university gave him a chance to cultivate Lissa Excell, and that, he thought, was something.
Tonight, he felt, was hotter than a sunburned bald head. Virtually the only cool spot outside the movie iceboxes was inside Sylvandale Drugs, about three blocks from where Lissa lived. He had a mind to flash over there a little later, but he expected the temperature inside the Excell home might be rather frigid for Victor Miles. Something, he sensed, was in the air. He had a sneaking suspicion he'd better make himself scarce around there till a thaw set in.
The town hotshots, Gary Johler, Dudley Jones and he were seated in a booth just across from the prescription counter. They were downing their favorite beverage, 7-Up, fortified with a dash of gin. Old man Lemmon, Hal to them, was a swinger. If the studs wanted a little help when their spirits were low, he would wink and look the other way. He was a bald somebody with shifty blue eyes and a stomach he couldn't see over.
"Observe," Gary Johler said, ogling a sizzling redhead oozing in the front door. She was wearing a stretch suit of bright green. And it was doing plenty for her and to the boys.
"Mother!" Dudley Jones exclaimed. "How'd you like to—"
"Yeah," Vic stared at her. He didn't know her.
"Stranger in town," Gary said.
"Makes me think of your Lissa," Dudley remarked.
Dudley was a tall boy with big feet, always stumbling over things. He ate like a rhino but never got fat. And did he know girls!
Gary asked, "When are you going to stick your head in the noose, Vic?"
Gary was fat from downing too many Cokes and candy bars. His hair was beginning to desert him above his high forehead. He'd be bald at thirty and impotent, too, if he kept trying to screw every girl in town.
Vic took a long swig from his spiked drink. "What noose?" he asked. "You and Lissa Excell."
"Yeah," Dudley added, "everybody says you and she—"
Vic laughed. "I've already made her. Why stick my neck out?"
Gary smacked his lips. "Man!"
Dudley looked around, trying to spot the strange girl.
"I'll settle for that redhead," he said. "Is she ever something! Mother! If I could make that just once, I'd be content to roll over and die!"
Vic felt something in the air, but he didn't know what. He looked around. And there in the booth behind them was Lissa's father. Had he been listening? His face was lit up like a mercury arc. Vic winked at Gary and Dudley. They clammed up. Lissa's father was vibrating. That's what he gets for eavesdropping, Vic thought. Impolite, too.
"Scat!" he whispered to his pals. They drifted up front, checking on the redhead.
Vic got up, stretched and yawned, as though he hadn't seen Lissa's father. Wade nailed him with a hard look.
"Oh, hello, Dad!"
"Don't call me Dad," Wade snapped. "Sit down."
Vic oozed down across from him, looking a circle around his flushed face.
"Relax, Pop. Dad is what I dig all the old boys. "I overheard you." "Yeah?"
"You've been lying to Lissa." "Come again?" Vic cupped his ear mockingly. "You heard me."
"You're swinging, man," Vic scoffed. "You're still lying." "Watch it, Dad. You've called me a liar twice now."
"Aren't you?" Wade demanded.
Vic leaned forward, giving Wade the wink. "Relax, man," he said. "It's all a front. My pals, see? They figure any guy getting married is a clod."
"Then you really intend—"
"Sure, Dad." Vic nodded. "Just as soon as Lissa and I finish school."
Wade sighed and looked away. Dare he believe this boy? He'd like to. His nerves began to calm a little.
"Promise me you and Lissa will not—"
Vic lifted his right hand. "Sure, Dad. From now on the late, late show is off," he said, smoothly.
"We'll tread holy water till the preacher does his stuff."
Wade hesitated, looking at Vic. "You mean that?"
"Sure, Pop, I'm no fly-boy."
"All right," Wade said. "Prove it from now on."
When Wade went out of the store he was not treading air, though he wanted to believe Vic. He was still boiling inside, but just a little glad, too.
Vic smiled to himself. The old boy's not strong for me, he thought. And he still thinks Lissa and I have been up to tricks. The sap! He's almost sold. He's mad, plenty, but he's glad to get his little chick off the hook so easily.
Vic's pals had finished checking out the redhead. They were licking their lips and breathing fast.
Gary said, "Chewed out, huh? Lissa's pater?"
"Yeah." Vic shrugged. "He's a square from Squaresville."
"The jerk," Dudley said. "Them broken down studs can't swing me."
They drifted out of the store and eased into Vic's car.
"I'm for Poodletown," Vic told the boys.
"Mother!" Gary exclaimed.
In a minute they were on their way across town to the west side. Folks called the district Poodletown, but it had nothing to do with pooches. The boys got there in a jiffy, slowing down when they hit the graveled streets of the section. The air felt heavy. It was filled with dust, refusing to settle. Vic pulled up in front of a long squatty house, being careful to soft pedal.
"Hey, stupid!" Gary exclaimed. "Don't park in front of the joint."
Vic knew he was right, so he went to the end of the block and eased back on the opposite side of the street. He saw a dim light coming from a front window of the house, but the shades were drawn. His heart began pounding. Something new? He thought of Lissa, then shrugged. The hell with it! He'd be believing what he told her old man in a minute.
Dudley knew the place. Shortly, they were going around the house and entering the rear door, hidden by a grape arbor and an elm tree with branches almost touching the ground. Vic heard a faint sound of voices coming from the front, and a worn out player piano making tinny music.
A woman came through the door just ahead of them. She closed it carefully, giving them the sharp eye. Dudley stepped forward and embraced her. She was wearing some cheap perfume. She suffered his fondling, making no protest when he fumbled at her bosom.
"Hi, Dad," she said. "Who's your friend with the hair?"
Dudley looked at Vic, and Vic said, "Smith."
She laughed coarsely. "I'm Eva. Good old Smith! We've had scads of 'em. And the other one?"
"Jones," Gary muttered.
"Jones and Smith! It's a small world. But let's get going." Her eyes hardened. "Come on up front.
It's quiet tonight."
She opened the door. They went into a large room, heavy with cigarette smoke, its smell almost covering the fragrance of a bouquet of red roses on top of the marred piano. A dark-eyed, dark-haired woman got up to greet them. She had large breasts, partially concealed by a loose, low-necked dress.
"I'm Evelyn," she said. "Which one of you boys wants me?"
Eva stepped forward. Vic watched her. She was a heavy set woman, with a hint of gray in her thick hair that tinting had only partly concealed.
"Only two girls working tonight," she said. "One of us will double. Who's first?"
"I'll take Evelyn," Vic said, and she faked a smile.
"I'll screw Eva," Dudley said. Gary scowled. "I'll have to wait for seconds," he muttered.
Vic followed Evelyn into a room off the hall.
"This is one of our trick parlors," she said.
Parlor? Vic wondered. He saw a small red light in one corner. The bed was an old iron one, covered with a gaudy, flowered spread. The floor was hidden with a rug, snarled threads showing. It had long since lost its coloring.
Evelyn slipped out of her loose wrap and kicked off her pink satin slippers. She posed before Vic, just in her hose. He thought she was somewhat older than he, but her figure was still alluring. Her waist receded sharply to flare out again in wholly feminine hips. Her enticing breasts were firm and shapely, the nipples slightly red.
At any rate, Vic's small cock started throbbing and jerked erect. He licked his lips and his eyes glittered.
"Hey, boy!" Evelyn kidded, staring at his prick. "Where's the rest of it? Your old man must have pulled out before he got the job done."
"Don't worry," Vic snapped. "Just get your ass down there on the bed and I'll give you the best fuck you ever had."
"Okay, boy. Now you're talking. I haven't had a good screw tonight. I'm rearing to get my jollies. But first," she twiddled her fingers, "a little gift? If you make me like it, I won't—"
"Never mind," Vic growled, handing her a greenback. "This stud's not on welfare."
"Good. Now you smart kid, let Mamma show you what a real fuck is. If I can make that grubworm hold up!"
In moments they were nude, lying side by side. Vic was surprised at the fragrance of her body. He wondered why she was staying in such a dump. She definitely rated better. Her arms went around his neck and her lips melted into his. Her breath was sweet. Her crotch nudged his, and Vic's pecker almost went into convulsions. She took one of his hands and placed it on her flawless left boob.
"Now, boy, you play baby on my other one," she ordered, "and I'll do the same for you."
He obeyed, and she put her right arm around his hips and her left hand found his wildly jerking whacker. Her tongue started spanking his in savage thrusts, making his balls twitch.
"Love me, boy," she whimpered. "I was only razzing you. I don't need a jackass cock to make me get my jollies. Give it to me hard and fast, right on my clit."
Vic found her clit easy to locate. It was about an inch long and showed through the curly dark hair that covered her pussy. His nerves were jumping, his muscles contracting, and he wondered if he could hold off till he got his joy prong into her. He'd sure try.
Abruptly, she squirmed beneath him. He could never remember just how, he was so excited and horny. Evelyn's nude body was writhing and pushing up against him. She pulled him down savagely, and he felt the head of his whacker nudging the thick hair over her pussy.
"Give it to me, boy," she begged. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was only kidding. For God's sake don't tease me!"
"Hell's fire, woman, I'm not trying to tease you. I'm just trying to locate your cunt."
For a long moment he poked around, then he felt the hot searching lips of her pussy clutch his pecker, and did they ever pull on it. He felt it gliding in to its full length. Breathtaking, chilly thrills raced from his ass to his Adam's apple. She pumped her hips furiously, her teeth biting his left nipple.
"That's it, baby," she whimpered. "Screw me, boy. Do it hard and fast. Don't be mad at me. I want to come, too."
But he came too quickly for her. She held him tightly and refused to let him pull out. Her strong arms were straining him to her, and her twisting hips and bucking pelvis were doing their utmost to revive his cock.
Vic was too young and horny to stand much of this. His balls began to twitch and tingle, and he felt his whacker start to jerk and stiffen. Evelyn clasped her hot hands on his ass and strained him to her.
"Marvelous, boy, marvelous!" she moaned. "It's coming up. Don't move. I'll get it ready."
And she did, Vic realized, with her inner muscles clutching about his cock.
"Now, boy, make me come so hard I'll pass out!"
He started rocking and pumping, thrusting as savagely as he could. Suddenly, she started swearing like a disappointed pimp and beating the mattress with her fists. Hell, Vic thought, surely I'm not hurting her with my whacker! I've never heard a chick cuss like that when she's about to get her cookies.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.
"Christ, no, boy! It's so wonderful I just have to yell! Don't stop!"
Shocked, Vic listened to her savage swearing. Somehow, it urged him to greater efforts. Like an animal, he pounded her alluring form, enjoying her pulsing joyspot's inner muscles.
Suddenly, she locked her strong legs around his buttocks and bit his neck in a furious attack. "Now, now, boy, do it! I'm coming!"
To Vic, the room seemed to rock and sway, and his brain went dark for a moment. Then skyrockets whizzed, soared and burst. They created a shower of gaily colored sparks, floating slowly to earth. He felt his pecker jerking and spurting, and Evelyn's box going creamy with his fluid.
She started dabbing quick kisses over his face and chest, then nibbling on his tits and straining him to her. Her enticing thighs caressed his.
"Oh, man," she sighed, "and I mean man, you're the most. Forgive me for the crack I made about your prick. You know how to use it. I've never had a better screw."
When they went back to the front room, they found Dudley and Eva waiting with Gary. Eva lost no time.
"You want me or Evelyn?" she asked him. Gary hesitated, looking from one to the other. "All right, kid," Eva prodded him. His lips skinned back as though he'd tasted something sour. "I think I'll just skip the play for tonight," he muttered.
Eva's eyes shot fire. She faced Gary. "Listen, you punk kid," she snapped. "You want to play first base or you won't play, is that it?"
Gary shrugged and said to Vic, "Let's get out of here."
Eva grabbed his shoulder. "Go see a head shrinker, kid. You think your pal was first tonight?"
They got out of there fast. Vic's fortified 7-Up was starting to dump him. The sky looked clear and blue where the street dust wasn't hanging too thick. Vic wondered if Lissa's father had ever been in a spot like this? Sure! The old studs weren't opening their big mouths, but you could bet they'd been there.
Gary shook his head. "I'd like to see how far you'd get if you went in there without some skins," he muttered.
"Out on your ear, stupid," Dudley told him.
Vic smirked. "Yeah, in a big way, still, my date was something else. She even offered to return my money. I don't think she's been fucking for pay too long."
"Bet she gave you the old oil so you'd come back," Gary said. "They probably got a stud in the back room to check on 'em. He's about six-foot-six, weighs two-fifty, and he's not choosy. He'll fuck 'em both before they close up for the night."
"I'm not so sure about that," Vic said, shrugging. "Anyway, Evelyn treated me swell."
He put the car in gear. It kicked gravel as he pulled away from the curb. Could it be that Gary was right? Had Evelyn only been pulling his leg? Had all her moanings and groanings been faked? Oh, hell, what difference did it make? But Evelyn was a thrilling piece of ass.