Chapter 5
"Sister?" Celia winced, and her heart pounded so loud she was sure it must be transmitted through the receiver she held to her ear. Why did her father always call her "Sister?" Her mouth was dry, and she hadn't even been to the bathroom or brushed her teeth yet. She gripped the phone, one arm locked at her waist to hold her robe closed.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Are you all right? We haven't heard from you this week."
"Yes, I'm fine, Daddy. I've been working hard." That was true as far as it went.
"Your mother and I are worried about you. I wish you'd give up this drama business. It'll never make you any money. You can bet your life on that!"
"But, Daddy... we've been all through that. I guess I have to try."
"We're just worried sick about you. Mother didn't sleep all night." Celia held her head and fought for control. Last night. Oh God. Last night. If her mother had really known what went on last night!
"I'm... I'm sorry, Dad. Look, I have to get to work. And I have a performance tonight. I'll call you in a couple of days... okay?"
"I hope you know what you're doing, Sister. You've got a good home right here, you know... long as I'm able to work. You think about that. You hear?"
"All right, Daddy... yes, I will. I've got to run now. Give Mother a kiss. I'll call you soon. Goodbye now." She heard his admonitions and farewells fade as she slowly replaced the receiver.
Dully she stumbled into the bathroom and locked the door. She reached for her toothbrush and saw her sleep-flushed face in the mirror, smudges of fatigue under eyes, a crease on one cheek where she'd buried her head in the pillow sometime during the night. Mirror, mirror, on the wall... oh God!
There wasn't any question in Web's mind but that he'd been a bastard. But then there were several things he'd done in the past that he wasn't exactly proud of, and none of them had ever eaten him the way this had.
She hadn't called, and he knew she wouldn't. Celia had just walked out of his life when she walked out of that restaurant yesterday. God. Was it only yesterday?
He squinted even with dark glasses against the bright morning sun as he walked up the steps to Peabody for his appointment with Esther to go over the books. The bitter truth about the financial state of Peabody was going to be a blow to her, too. He looked across the little grassy park to the upper floor of the ornate house where Celia lived.
He pressed the bell and ran his hand wearily across his forehead, still looking at the top story of the house. He wasn't used to sleepless nights, and he wondered how many of them he'd have from now on... how long it would be before he could like himself again... how long he would see that lovely, trusting, giving face inside his head?
"This is quite a blow, Web... as I guess you know. I knew Peabody was... well, it's always been a struggle... but I just didn't realize it was this bad." Esther leaned back in the brown velvet chair with a sigh and sipped her tea.
Web walked with coffee cup in hand from the sunny bay window with its profusion of potted palms over to the marble fireplace. His blue eyes were serious and worried behind his glasses. "I'm sorry, Esther, to have to be so brutal about it... but the facts are there. It's inevitable, and I guess, in a way, overdue. You'll lose Peabody. You have to sell. You haven't any choice."
"There is one choice I haven't told you about," she said slowly. "I just had an offer yesterday. I don't quite know what to make of it. I'm quite confused about it." Esther took a deep breath and pulled her handkerchief from her sleeve. She told him then as best she could about Garrett's offer. A partnership. He wanted half and was willing to put up a sizable amount of capital, but she knew that it didn't amount to half of what the property was worth.
The thing that bothered her was what Garrett wanted to do with the school to get it on its feet financially. It didn't seem to her that selling-package tickets to visiting conventioneers and their wives (a ticket included seeing a performance and an invitation to a cast party afterwards) was such an earth-shaking money-making idea. What did cast parties have to offer businessmen and their wives away from home? There was something Garrett wasn't telling her... or else she was just being dense.
Esther didn't tell Web about... she still couldn't think about it without blushing. Justin Garrett had made passionate love to her. She still couldn't believe that he wanted her, pleaded with her, was so gallant. All these years after Brian died in China. Privately she told herself that she had taken the "veil" when Brian went. And she had, except for those infrequent but terrible times when she was so nervous that she abused herself.
But Garrett's lovemaking had confused her so after the offer for the school. She was so afraid they were connected... that she was being a typical eager old maid. Mostly she was afraid of the incredible sexual feelings that Garrett had aroused... the feelings she'd kept so carefully in check.
"I agree that his offer is most probably far less than you can get for the buildings alone. On the other hand, you have to decide if keeping the school is that important to you. Financially you'd probably be better off to sell."
"But... the school has been my whole life, Web. I don't want to give it up unless I'm forced to." Esther felt as if everything were forcing her, the dwindling funds, Garrett, Web, her own body and most of all her own foolishness.
Web's jaw tightened, and his hands gripped his briefcase as he sat at Esther's desk listening to Hilda's threats. That bitch! That incredible bitch!
"You see, Miss Peabody, she's a terrible influence, I'm afraid. Celia looks so innocent, and she is good on stage. Everybody knows that. But my family just wouldn't continue to support the school if I leave... and I can't stay if that... hussy stays. I don't like to carry tales... but I just can't stand it any longer." Hilda put her teacup down on the low table and took a flat envelope out of her large purse.
"But surely you're mistaken, Hilda. So far you've only hinted at some questionable behavior of Celia's. I couldn't expel a girl on the strength of rumor."
Hilda's head came up like a shot, and she moved to stand in front of the desk, the envelope in her hands. "I have damning evidence." She looked straight at Web as she said it, her eyes narrow with venom. He could hear her saying the words he knew were about to come. Somehow she'd found out about him and Celia!
But instead of speaking, she opened the envelope, took out several large glossy photos, and handed them to him. For a moment he stared in bewilderment. The photos were of a naked and very seductively posed woman. But the woman was not Celia, as he had momentarily expected... it was Hilda herself!
The bitch! So that was her game! She had no real evidence with which to blackmail Celia, so she was trying to seduce him in order to get what she wanted. Well, she wouldn't get away with it. He had to get her out of here, and fast.
He tried to calm his hammering pulse. "Since I'm Miss Peabody's accountant, as you know, I handle a lot of things for her. It seems to me this is a financial matter." He rose, stuffed the photos into his briefcase, and walked around the desk to Hilda. Web took her arm in an almost brutal grip. "Miss Peabody's terribly busy this morning, and I believe that you and I can discuss the preliminaries, and then we can present our findings to her later."
Hilda pulled back and sputtered, but Web held her firm, looking straight into her hard eyes. Somehow he got her out the door, where they almost collided with Justin Garrett. He walked right in as though he owned the place already. Web loathed him on sight.
When they were in the living room of the flat, Web's first inclination was to shake Hilda till her teeth rattled out of her head, but he knew that wouldn't get any more information out of her. He was still shaking at the outrage of her attempted blackmail with Celia as the pawn.
Celia wanted more than anything to be able to continue at the school, and it was his own cynical use of her that had given Hilda the ammunition. Well, by God, over his dead body!
Now, when he needed to be cool, he knew he was more out of control than he'd been for years. His belly was churning with fury at himself for putting her in such a spot, and murderous anger at Hilda. Besides-Celia's sweet trusting beautiful face kept chasing around behind his eyeballs, and it was tearing his guts out.
"Now suppose you tell me just why you have this burning desire to get rid of Celia," Web said grimly, sitting on the arm of one of the chintz chairs.
"Because I want to go to New York," Hilda answered coolly from the couch, lighting a cigarette, and blowing the smoke out through her nose.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
She raised her eyebrows and explained impatiently, "My rather provincial father will not send me to New York unless I make good in the theatre locally first. Celia has gotten every part I needed... including the one Justin Garrett just gave her last night... after a quick roll in the hay, I'm sure."
Web fought to keep from hitting her. "Would you care to explain that remark?" he asked through tight lips. Hilda got up and walked over to him until she was standing right in front of him.
"I saw her... downstairs with you... fucking you right on the couch in the hall!" she hissed, her eyes blazing.
To keep himself from hitting her and knocking her all the way across the room, Web grabbed her bare arms above the elbows, and started to shake her, standing up abruptly. Hilda moved instantly into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist and set her mouth on his. Web could feel her big breasts mashed into his chest and her hands straying down to his buttocks and pressing him into her.
He pushed her away roughly. "You're a damned spoiled brat! You... you ought to be spanked until you're black and blue. You're a goddamned jealous spiteful bitch!"
Hilda stood where he had pushed her, her breasts heaving and her eyes fixed on his in a wide stare. Her hands were fumbling with the buttons on her sleeveless dress. "I just want my share." She pulled her dress off her shoulders and let her ripened full breasts spill nakedly out, the pale brown nipples winking at him. "That's all... just my share, lover..." She let the dress fall to her feet slowly and kicked it aside. Her eyes never left his face as she skinned the bikini panties down and very deliberately dropped them on her crumpled dress.
Web stood panting, confused as a bull in the ring who has been tormented beyond his understanding. He didn't know which way to charge. He only knew he had to wipe that sneering smile from Hilda's face... somehow... some way. Even her big perfect breasts sneered with their pale brown eyes, and her pubic patch undulated faintly with a tiny movement of her hips. Despite his fury and outrage and terrible guilt over Celia, he felt his prick push up inside his pants to attention. The sweat popped up on his forehead, and not just because the morning sun was getting higher. That bitch made him feel like a boy... an ineffectual boy!
He grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly to him and crushed his mouth down on hers, shoving his tongue brutally between her teeth, his hands catching her round little ass and cramming her snatch against his hardened cock that had begun to rise the moment her dress had started to come off. Goddamned amoral bitch!
Her hands were all over him... unbuttoning his shirt, prying his belt loose, unzipping his pants. He felt like a freak in a sideshow... as though she were unveiling him for a crowd of suckers and was going to reveal that he had two cocks or something equally unreal. He tore his mouth loose then and shoved her away so hard that she fell a few feet away and lay there, panting and looking at him with those malevolent, predatory cat eyes.
Web tore his clothes the rest of the way off, glaring at her and daring her to make a move. At last he stood naked, his great pole strutting out in a giant erection from his hairy blond loins.
"You want your share, bitch... well you're going to get your share!"
Hilda lay on one elbow where she had fallen, watching him as he came toward her. His massive and almost instant erection fascinated her. The enormous vein-laced shaft swayed and bobbed as he came toward her, prick first. Something in his face had changed, and she could tell she no longer had the upper hand. A stab of fear thrilled through her.
Web reached down and pulled her to her feet, pointed her toward the couch, and slapped her naked buttock as she went. His hand print glowed on her pale skin like a red glove with the fingers stretched wide in terror.
"You'll get your share, all right! I can promise you that. It may not be exactly the way you planned... but you'll get it, bitch!" He threw her on the couch, and she looked up at him slyly through a fold of tan hair that fell over one eye.
"Turn over!" Web stared down at her naked body with the big perfect firm breasts. It was as though all her real meat had been concentrated in those full fruits, for she was so thin otherwise that she was almost skinny.
He grabbed her narrow hips and pulled her ass high with her head sunk in the sofa pillow and her knees bent. The puckered little brown asshole between the orbs of her ass was completely exposed, every tiny crinkle showing in the bright morning sun pouring into the big room. Web's anger was still hot and hard in his belly, and he looked his fill, savoring the thought of putting his hard prick into that tiny defenseless aperture. Grunting, he kneed up behind her on the sofa. He grabbed his aching rod with one hand and touched the thick blunt head to the soft little pursed-mouth asshole.
"W-what... what are you doing?" Her head came up, and she looked around at him, her pale tan hair hanging limply as though she were a scrawny Brahma cow.
"Giving you your share, bitch!" He shoved forward with no warning, holding her hips to keep her from slipping away.
"No... no, you cant! Not in my... oh, no!"
"I can... and I will," he grunted, pushing forward again, for her virginal anal orifice was so tight he hadn't even managed to get inside. He reached down between her spread thighs and ran his finger up her slit to get some pussy juice to lubricate her asshole. He dipped his finger between the hair-fringed lips of her moist cunt, watching her hips and buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion.
Web smeared the slippery lubricant over the crinkled tight little hole of her rectum. He did it several times before grasping and dipping the head of his pulsing prick between the dewy lips, and then nuzzled it tightly again up against her stretched anus.
Then, without benefit of mercy, he thrust forward, and there was an agonizing pop and stretching, and she twisted and screamed, waggling her bottom to get free of the torturing instrument. "GGGGAAAAHHHHHH!" His strong hands held her hips viselike and strained his hips forward obscenely. Web felt the murderous grip of the muscular walls of rectal flesh slowly giving way before his ramming. God damn! It was the tightest possible hole imaginable!
Hilda was suddenly terrified as an unbearable pain ripped her. He was ripping her apart back there! She'd be split wide open, she realized in sudden horror, her round buttocks beginning to thrash insanely. "Oh... Oh God...!" she choked, unable to restrain the tears of agony. The torment was unbelievable, and she'd never be able to stand it.
"Here comes your share, bitch!" Web panted, throwing his thick throbbing shaft into the persistent, rubbery flesh until at last, with one final buttock-flattening lunge, he ground it all the way inside the hot constricting depths of her lewdly stretched rectum. His strong hairy pelvis smacked solidly into the softness between her upturned rounded buttocks, his balls swinging hard against the spread lips of her pussy. She was impaled to the hilt on his punishing solid flesh rod of prick.
She was screaming piteously, "Oh God... please... no... oh, please... don't... you're killing me...!" The tears were pouring down her face, and sobs wracked her as the searing, excruciating pain tore into her defenseless body. Hilda was not used to pain and did not know how to cope with it or get through it. She'd die... right here... split apart and bleeding! Oh, why had she gotten herself involved with this maniac? Why and how?
The vengeance Web was wreaking on her cringing body was doubly sweet, for his lust-maddened cock was getting a lascivious and unbelievable pleasure in the bargain. He watched his rigid ravaging prick disappear into the tight ovaled hole between her raised mounds, disappear entirely until his hairy loins were locked against her ass flesh. As he drew it out slightly, the pink ridges of anal meat pulled out too and then were forced inward again as he shoved it in with a mighty thrust. He grunted and his breath came faster and faster.
"Oh... oh dear God!" The agonizing shock and tearing pain were too much! "Ohhh... it's tearing... ohhhhh... STOP! Please STOP!" Hilda wailed and moaned and screamed, waggling her bottom to try and pry the tormenting, terrible weapon from her flaming, pain-ridden asshole.
Suddenly Web was rhythmically sawing in and out of her gripping hole, his panting increasing as he watched the salacious sight of his own angry lusting greedy cock fucking into her tiny recoiling rectum. The massive steel-hard rod raced in and out of her clinging anal passage from the tip of her now stretched asshole to the very depths of her belly.
The pain was eating into her, and the thought of the brutal sodomizing was both terrible and strangely exciting. The forbidden entry was a powerful aphrodisiac if she could somehow bear the flaming, scarring hurt... but, oh God!... how?
Web was losing all sense of reason, clutching wildly at her hips and digging his fingers brutally into the tender flesh of her thighs as the slaving, salacious feelings of his throbbing swift sword stabbed and lunged savagely into her upturned forbidden hole. He sent it digging into that cringing pink flesh like a sharp knife slicing, cutting, and the thunder in his balls that slapped her naked cunt was building to the scalding rise of a huge boiling vat.
God damn her! She was going to use Celia... well, by God... he was using her... using her like the bitch... the jealous, vicious bitch she was! Web gloried in the using, the punishing, the brutal sodomizing of her asshole. He jabbed even harder, watching her moan and writhe and plead, her hands knotting into terrified fists, the tendons standing out in cords as she struggled to bear the pain, her pain-maddened head flinging from side to side, the tan hair tangling and swinging and matting with her tears and the sobs wracking her like small earthquakes.
Hilda flailed and moaned and sobbed, and in her writhing her hips moved back to meet his thundering onslaught and she found it lessened the pain. Gasping, she tried again to push back as he lunged into her sore and tender flesh, and again it eased and brought a strange flicker of excitement, a new sensation. Soon she was pushing hard against the rigid ramming thickened shaft, and she waved her ass lasciviously back against his solid thrusts.
That goddamned bitch! She was beginning to enjoy it! She was shoving her ass back onto his driving, pounding cock... enjoying the lustful sodomizing, reveling in the depraved possession of her asshole. Web drove it harder, ramming her unmercifully, the throbbing great mass of his solid flesh pole racing brutally into her stretched hole, his hands holding her hips still.
By an enormous effort of will, he suddenly stopped with his huge cock sunk all the way into her narrow belly. It jerked inside her, and he saw the grimace of pain twist her face. "Now..." he grunted, "Now... tell me what else... you've done... to get rid of Celia... Tell me!" She was sobbing again, and her hands stretched out in claws of pleading. Web wrapped his arms under her belly and clenched her ass even harder and deliberately jerked his cock viciously inside her cringing depths. "Talk, bitch... now!"
She told him then... everything... sobbing out the bits and pieces of her treachery... the insurance of her several plots to get Celia removed from Peabody permanently. The sweat was pouring from Web's face in his effort to listen and keep her talking and still restrain his raging deep-sunk prick long enough to get the story.
"That's all... I swear..." she sobbed. "Please... please..." Web released her belly then and grabbed her hips and pulled his outraged shaft back, drawing it almost out and then, with a groan of relief, slamming it into her in a frantic fucking. Jesus! He had to finish it now. He couldn't hold on another second!
Pulling her spherical cheeks apart suddenly, the sweat pouring from his head and face, he pumped furiously into her stretched hole, her punished flesh clinging to his thick cock as he withdrew and disappearing again as he rammed it forward. Hilda's warm sucking asshole was extracting the very marrow from him, and he fucked into her hot depths ferociously to get it over. His balls were ready to shoot. He was almost there!
In his lust-driven craze, he was only conscious of getting there, ramming to the finish, and his tripping point was so... so close! He gasped and plunged in ravaging strokes that speeded up to a maniacal pace, groans spilling out his open mouth and a great shaking paroxysm of debasing lust building in his belly and loins.
Suddenly he tensed and arched, slamming into her so hard he almost lost his balance. "G-A-A-G-G-G-H-H-H-H-D-D-D!" he screamed, his strong loins jerking convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks, and a great flood of hot, swirling sperm poured deep into her rectum, filling her quaking belly almost to the bursting point. Web shoved and shoved as the spurts of creaming semen gushed spasmodically into the clenching depths... a seemingly unending stream jetting out in pulses in the black recess of her belly.
He hung above her, panting and letting his heartbeat ease. His buttocks clenched and unclenched, straining the last few spewing spurts of his flaccid balls. At last he was dry and empty, limp and spent. Wearily he pulled his shrinking cock from her, and it came out with a cork's sound, popping out of her backside. Still taking his breaths in deep shudders, Web stumbled up and across the room.
"No... you bastard... you can't leave me like this!" Still kneeling but with torso raised, she was spitting out the words at him in a snarl. She rolled over and spread her legs, lifting her hips to thrust her opened pussy at him, wet with his cum that had drained down to it. She clutched her breasts in an agony of un-fulfillment. "Come here and fuck it... come fuck me... you can't leave me like this."
Web ignored her and, still almost drugged with the aftereffects of his mighty orgasm, started pulling on his clothes. He found his glasses and gathered his briefcase. She was moaning and spouting foul obscenities at him and arching her cunt up feverishly. Dressed now in pants and shirt, he gathered his jacket and shoved his feet in his shoes without socks, stuffing them in a pocket. He paused briefly at the door.
Hilda was finger-fucking herself and still screaming at him. Her pelvis was elevated and her fingers madly sluicing her own pussy with a sucking sound, the pulsing hair-lined swollen flesh almost palpitating visibly. Web turned, went out the door, and stumbled down the carpeted stairs, with Hilda still screaming out her filth at him.