Chapter 5
Norm wasted little time.
He picked Jessie up with surprising strength and sat her down on his crotch with her thighs straddling his own hairy ones. Jessie shivered as she felt his renewed erection prodding her sex-slit along its entire length, rubbing against it in a tantalizing manner.
Norm seized her waist, elevating her until the big cock, freed of Jessie's weight, rose until its rubbery purplish head probed at her cunt-hole. He lowered her carefully while the rigid prick pierced her slot and gradually filled her belly until Jessie was sitting astride Norm's thighs again with the whole of his erection contained within her flaming cunt. She had never felt so filled, even with Milton.
She couldn't restrain the passionate shudders quaking her soft flesh. The tiniest movement magnified tremendously the feel of the huge pole tickling the most minute crevices inside her tingling pussy. Jessie leaned forward until her large breasts were dangling above Norm's face. He nipped at them immediately with sharp teeth whose bite she found painful but exhilarating. He sucked on her nipples while she nearly went wild.
Her new position elevated and widened her white buttocks until she felt embarrassingly exposed. With her thighs outside Norm's, her hind cheeks were spread so widely she could feel the cooler air of the bedroom on perspiration-dampened inner surfaces. Irene curled up on the bed in a foetus-like position, her hands clasping her knees, her eyes glued to Jessie's buttock-crevice now exposed to show her brown anal orifice and wisps of dark hair in the depths of her split. A slow shiver ran through Irene as she stared at the root of Norm's cock standing stiffly as its shaft disappeared from view inside Jessie's stretched vaginal membrane.
Norm deliberately folded his hands behind his head when Jessie raised herself slightly to remove her free-swinging breasts from within reach of his mouth. "Go ahead, baby," he urged her with a coarse laugh. "You're in the saddle. Fuck yourself to death. You've got more cock in you now than you thought there was in the world."
Jessie was so hot even the masculine taunts failed to turn her off. She lifted herself up on the sustaining prick, then slowly slid down its length. She did it again and again, eyes closed as she reveled in the tactile sensations assailing her crammed pussy. Norm's expression gradually changed as Jessie continued her slow, graceful movements. The corners of his mouth tensed as her tight cunt-walls compressed the long cylinder of his cock. After every third or fourth descent of the slippery pole Jessie would contract her vaginal muscles until her cunt grabbed at the invading prick, and Norm's thighs tensed.
Jessie rested for a moment with the big wedge inside her and Norm's hairy balls caressing her tender inner flesh. Then with an agility that surprised herself she began to move her cunt rapidly up and down the length of Norm's long, solid shaft. Her breasts danced wildly as she levered herself up and down in a semi-delirium of delight, the newfound pleasure permeating the very core of her being.
But impatience gripped her to complete the slow stirring she felt in her inner juices. She reached down and took hold of Norm's hands, removing them from their clasped position behind his head and settling them upon her waist. Immediately they gripped her there, strongly, rising and falling as they assisted with her rising and falling movement on the hot spear plunged into her. Jessie's riding style became more frenzied, and her upturned nude hind cheeks gyrated madly until she came suddenly in a stomach-contracting, wrenching inner explosion that inundated Norm's cock-head in wet warmth. Jessie's movements slowly died away to little quivering grabs of her satiated cunt at the beefy intruder still present.
Norm tensed his muscles, dug his heels into the bed, and in quick movement flipped Jessie over until their positions were reversed. Jessie squeaked in surprise as he accomplished it without dislodging her deeply rooted passenger. Norm reached beneath Jessie and seized her ass-cheeks roughly digging his fingers into their sleek surfaces as he began to fuck her earnestly from on top, the hot-feeling, hard cock trapped within her frictioning her until her legs climbed involuntarily and her thighs curled over Norm's hardworking back.
Norm plunged upon her furiously, grinding inward until their body hairs rasped. Jessie's flesh suddenly ignited again, and she strained him to her as the savage prick fucked her deliciously. She met his every slamming movement with enthusiastic relish of her own, thrusting upward with her hips to encase to the very root the hard-pistoning cock, sucking it inside her when he ground deeply.
Then her back stiffened as it was there for her again and her heels shot ceilingward. "Norm!" she squealed. "Ohhhhhh, Norm! I'm-oooooh! -coming again! Aieeeeeee! Ohhh ... God ... that... feels ... good!" She continued to pump her ass frantically until she felt his quick-flurried convulsion atop her, and for a single lovely moment they were one and frenzied with each other. The pounding and plunging ceased as Norm spewed his sperm into Jessie's straining chasm, and she lay back on the bed with an all-encompassing feeling of warmth spreading through her.
Irene was already moving when Norm slid off Jessie's pink-stained belly with a satisfied grunt. Quickly she swung a leg over Jessie's prostrate figure and straddled her with her head at Jessie's middle. Irene lowered her head and licked delicately at the reddened, oozing lips of Jessie's well-used-looking, slack-lipped pussy, then plunged her whole mouth down upon it, tonguing and sucking. Jessie's legs rose from the bed again to elevate her quim for the probing mouth as she reached upward and pulled Irene's delicately-shaped bare behind down over her own face. Jessie immediately began to suck at Irene's bronze-haired twat pressed down upon Jessie's mouth.
Norm Blanchard sat on the edge of the bed and watched the quick-darting tongues at work upon the soft female orifices. "Jesus!" he said softly. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus." He shook his head wonderingly as he studied his ex-wife and her best girl friend as both tongued his leavings from each other's bright-flowering quims. "Let the world come to an end right now."
He moved closer to the beautifully fleshy female tangle on the bed and gently patted in turn each bare behind as Jessie's upthrust legs made hers almost as accessible as Irene's fully exposed nude hindquarters.
Engrossed in their mutually enjoyable occupation, neither girl appeared to feel the masculine hand upon her tender rump, and Norm sat back again to feast his eyes upon the Byzantine two-backed-beast cavorting sensually upon the bed.
Blanchard, he said to himself, you never had it so good.
Wayne Evans ran up the last few steps to his tiny, second-floor apartment when he heard the telephone ringing inside. His key opened the door and he darted inside without closing it as he picked up the phone receiver from the hall table. "Yes?" he said, breathing hard from his sprint.
"Oh, I'm so glad I caught you, Wayne," an unfamiliar female voice said. "I was afraid I'd missed you."
"Yes?" Wayne said again cautiously. He couldn't recognize his caller's voice at all. Jessie? No, it certainly wasn't Jessie calling him, although he wished it was. Then who-?
"This is Dolly King, Wayne." He took a quick breath. Dolly King! He listened half-apprehensively, half-intriguedly to her birdlike sound. "Milton is working in town tonight, Wayne," his boss' wife continued. "Why don't you come out to the house for a while?"
Wayne's immediate impulse was to bang up the receiver, but you could hardly do that to your boss' wife, could you? Dolly sounded sober, too, in contrast to the other evening. And it was flattering that she wanted to see him again, but still-
"Are you afraid of me, Wayne?" Dolly's soft query nudged at his silence.
"I'm not afraid of you," he gulped, "but I'm sure as hell afraid of what might happen if-if he caught us." He couldn't even bring himself to mention Milton's name.
"I'm the one who should be afraid of that, Wayne, but I still want you to come." The soft voice burned in his ear. "We'd really have fun Can't you think of some games you'd like to play?" The insinuating voice was affecting Wayne so that he could feel his cock stiffening inside his trousers. "Some lovely, lovely games?"
"Where is Milton tonight?" Wayne demanded with a sudden surge of courage.
Dolly's soft voice hardened in anger. "Tonight is his night with one of his little pullets from the bank at his place in town," she said. "We'll be undisturbed." The last was said in such an insinuating tone that Wayne felt the short hair prickling on his arms.
"I'll-I'll be right out," he made up his mind.
"You won't be sorry, Wayne," the insinuating voice promised, and goose bumps prickled his flesh. "You won't be a bit sorry. I'll be expecting you. Use the side door."
The connection was gone, and Wayne replaced the receiver slowly. Did he really dare? If Milton ever found out-but the thought of Dolly's tiny-waisted, large-bosomed, wide-hipped attractions was irresistible. Wayne drew a deep breath, left the apartment, clattered down the stairs to the street, and got into his car.
During the drive to Milton's spaciously attractive home. Wayne had a hardon all the way. Still cautious, he parked a block away and walked to the house, not using the crushed stone driveway or fieldstone walk but crossing the wide lawn under cover of its tall elm trees. The side door was an inch ajar, and Wayne slipped inside without knocking.
Dolly's delicate perfume immediately assailed his nostrils, and then she was enfolding him in her soft arms. "I'm so pleased you could come, dear," she whispered in his ear after kissing him gently. "You're really a dear boy."
He was relieved to find her as sober as she had sounded on the telephone. She led him inside to the library, which was the first room leading off the side-door entrance. Dolly turned around with her face turned up, mutely begging for a return kiss, and Wayne responded ardently, thrilled by the abundance of female flesh tightly clasped within his arms.
Dolly reached down slowly and fondled the bulge she could feel against her thigh through Wayne's trousers. He felt as if he would burst at her caressing touch. Dolly was in a pale yellow negligee, and he could feel that she had little if anything on beneath it. Her soft lips nibbled at Wayne's while her hand continued to cherish and cuddle his protruding erection.
Growing bolder, she unzipped him and plunged her hand inside. Quickly she freed the straining prisoner from his shorts and brought it out into the open. She stared down for an instant at the red-eyed, blunt-headed, blue-veined thick rod in her hand, then dropped to her knees and ran her lips lovingly along its rigid length. Wayne's toes curled inside his shoes and for a desperate instant he was afraid he was going to shoot his load right then and there, but he forced himself to relax while Dolly's warm mouth loved his fit-to-bursting cock.
"It's beautiful," Dolly whispered, backing away at last. She reached down and untied Wayne's shoes, taking each off in turn as he lifted his feet. Still on her knees, she unbelted and lowered his trousers and tugged down his shorts. She turned him around while he was stepping out of them and pressed a warm kiss upon each of his lean buttocks. Wayne felt both embarrassed and proud.
Dolly neatly folded each of Wayne's items of clothing as he removed them, placing them on a leather-covered chaise longue. She twisted herself gently out of Wayne's arms as, naked, he reached for her again. "Let's go upstairs," she proposed. "I want you to fuck me right on my own bed."
The sound of the word from the soft lips exited Wayne still more. Obediently he padded after Dolly's negligeed figure to the front of the house and followed her up the carpeted stairs, feasting his eyes upon her sleek-looking hips moving attractively under the thin stuff of her negligee. In the bedroom she turned around and confronted him, a haze of lascivious longing in her eyes. "Do whatever you want, Wayne," she said huskily, "but please don't wait too long before you fuck me. I'm starved for it."
Wayne's hands were trembling as he unfastened the neck-tie of the negligee. He stripped it from Dolly's softly rounded shoulders and found that she was indeed nude beneath it. He cast the negligee aside and caught her to him, her ruby-tipped big breasts folding into his chest and her plumply rounded belly rubbing against his own increasing excitement. "I want to fuck you first of all," he said thickly, groping at her blonde-maned thigh-juncture and slipping a finger into her pink-lipped slit. Dolly shuddered violently and backed toward the bed, drawing Wayne with her.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, and Wayne at once tipped her onto her smooth-ivory back. Dolly placidly accepted his widespread disposition of her fleshy thighs and plump calves as he crawled in between her parted legs. The blonde fleece of her pubic-thatch covered without concealing the salmon-pink long fissure turned up for his avid inspection. He rubbed a finger along its length, then leaned forward and did the same with his prick while Dolly's perfumed sighs sounded in the bedroom.
He was too aroused for foreplay. He parted Dolly's pouting pink lips with his thumbs and presented his palpating prick-head to the reddened inner flesh, already moist. His balls felt as if they would burst. He leaned forward and thrust with his hips as his teeming erection inched forward into his boss' wife's hotbox. He advanced with a series of jerks that had Dolly's breath hissing wildly before he bumped bellies with her again when he had her stuffed to the hilt of his thick lance.
Wayne had just taken his first soul-satisfying deep plunge into the deliciously clasping proffered cunt when they both heard the sound of the front door slamming on the floor below. "Dolly!" Milton King's voice was raised immediately. "Dolly! Where the hell are you!" Frozen in an obscene coupling, Wayne and Dolly listened to pounding feet on the stairs.
Wayne's hard erection shriveled instantaneously. He pulled out of Dolly with a convulsive jerk and faced the open doorway, panic-stricken, his heart pounding. "Get into the closet!" Dolly hissed at him, pushing him off the bed. "Hide!"
Wayne stumbled toward the indicated closet, jerked the door open, and half-fell inside. Dolly's hanging dresses tickled his bare flesh into a near-laugh of hysteria which he barely gulped down. Before he could close the door completely he heard the sound of his boss entering the bedroom.
"Well!" he heard Milton's voice rap. "What the hell are you doing lolling around bareass?"
"N-nothing," Dolly faltered.
"Nothing? What the hell do you mean, nothing?" The closet door was open sufficiently for Wayne to see Milton King standing beside the bed on which his wife was sprawled in nude abandon. Milton's hand shot downward and fumbled at his wife's blonde body-fleece. "Nothing?" he repeated, his voice rising. "Then what are you doing with a wet deck if you've been doing nothing?"
"It's because-I mean-well, it's because-" Dolly's voice stumbled as she searched for a rationale, "-well, if you must know I was playing with myself because I never get anything from you nowadays!" Honest indignation lent her tone verisimilitude, and in the closet Wayne breathed more easily.
"I ought to take my belt to you!" Milton said between his teeth. Then his voice changed. "Not getting anything from me nowadays, humm? Well, get your ass up from there and we'll see what we can do about that."
Dolly crouched on the bed fearfully, the tip of her pink tongue circling her dry lips. "What -what are you going to do, Milton?" she asked timidly.
"Give you a little something," he said savagely, unbuckling and unzipping his trousers and taking them off. "Get your big bare ass over the end of the bed."
"Ooooo, no!" Dolly wailed. "Not like that, Milton! Please, not like that!"
"Shut up and do what I say!" he commanded. He stripped except for his undershirt, and Wayne stared in disbelief at the erective large penis he had never known his boss possessed. Dolly shuffled herself off the bed, moaning softly. Meekly she went to the foot of the bed, carrying a pillow with her. She draped the pillow on its long axis over the bed's end, then doubled herself up over it with her face on the bed and her dazzlingly white-fleshed broad-beamed buttocks plumped out firmly.
Wayne stared as Milton went to the boudoir table and picked up a jar. He approached his wife, dipped his fingers into the jar again, spread Dolly's resiliency pliant hind cheeks, and began slathering lubricant in her buttock crevice. Dolly was moaning again when the wide-eyed Wayne realized suddenly that it was his wife's anus that Milton King was lubricating.
"Noooooo!" Dolly pleaded as a finger forced a painful entry inside her tight asshole and spread lubricant. "You know how it h-hurts me, Milton!"
"Shut up!" he snapped. "And don't move your ass while I'm buggering it until I tell you to move it!"
He recapped the jar and tossed it onto the bed, then moved in behind Dolly. Wayne knew he should be tiptoeing to the door while Milton's back was three-quarters turned, but sheer fascinated curiosity had him riveted to the spot. Milton gripped the cheeks of his wife's croup and spread them widely. Dolly gasped aloud as she felt the head of the big cock nudge against her deep furrow. The gasp turned to a muted "Ouch!" as her husband forcibly directed his prick-head against her anus.
Milton's thighs stiffened as he drove into his wife's asshole, and Dolly cried out in pain. Her wide-parted legs dangled limply as her stomach supported her entire weight, leaving her unguarded pink rosebud at the mercy of her ravager. Standing between her legs, Milton sought for a prick-hold in the constricted arena while Dolly bawled her distress aloud.
Her whole body trembled as her husband inexorably jammed his big cock into her lubricated anus. Push by push he shoved it in farther, plunging its burning tip into the tight little hole. Deeper, deeper, he drove his prick in until it was halfway up her mercilessly distended asshole. Dolly shrieked as Milton plunged harder, set on fire by the feel of her contracted mucous artery constricting his turgid cock.
Tremendously excited by the feel of his prick up his wife's ass, and stimulated still more by her pitiful yells, Milton slammed his cock all the way in, all the way up that narrow writhing passage. He could feel the hard hotness of his penis burrowing into the softer hotness of Dolly's excrement. He rested a moment, his heavy, hairy balls jammed tightly against her distended ass.
Dolly's outcries had ceased, but her breathing was raspingly spasmodic. Milton drew himself backward, pulling his randy tool halfway out of her slowly gyrating ass. "Lie still!" he warned.
Dolly at once became motionless. Milton drew his cock out still further until only its tip was concealed. He looked down at the long, blood-gorged tool spearing the tender white flesh. Then he arched himself over Dolly with his hands on her waist and began to rhythmically fuck her asshole. With maniacal force he pumped his penis in and out, in and out, pushing, shoving, and grinding it into Dolly's buttery-feeling rectum.
Standing in the closet, trying to make himself steal from the bedroom Wayne noticed at once that Dolly's reaction to the steely rod deep in her bowels was entirely different. All tension had left her and her flaccid thighs and large alabaster-white springy nude backside, only partly concealed by Milton's hard-plunging hips, jiggled gently from the force of his fucking of her rectum.
Milton felt the tight-clasping sphincter begin to draw his sperm from his balls, and he redoubled his efforts. His cock began to jerk inside Dolly, and he came up on his toes, his legs stiff as he experienced all the jetting sweetness and half-pain of a tremendous orgasm. The hot thick liquid jet of sperm streamed out of his trembling prick, soaking the innermost part of Dolly's bowels. A long tremor went through him, and he rested on top of her.
But Wayne saw at once that Dolly was moving. Her big behind was thrust upward and backward as much as she could manage in an effort to further engulf the diminishing prick still lodged in her asshole. Strange little cooing sounds issued from her lips, and the pillow moved back and forth on the bedstead from her stomach's frictioning of it. Milton straightened up suddenly and pulled his limp cock out of her. It emerged with a popping sound. Milton slapped a bare hind cheek in friendly fashion as Dolly began to straighten up with an effort.
"Did you come?" Milton asked her.
"You know I can't come like that," Dolly said, not complaining but stating a fact. "I just wish you wouldn't get so mad when you decide to do it to me like that, Milton. You scare me."
"A little scare is good for any female," he said airily. "That and an occasional well-welted ass. Like you've had a couple of times when I got tired of your eternal nipping at the bottle. You don't feel so much like drinking after one of those sessions, do you?"
"No, Milton," she said meekly.
"Okay. Come on and finish your job. Suck me off." Dolly hesitated, and Milton stared at her impatiently. "Come on. You know you like the taste of your own shit. Suck this little jobbie up and I'll make you come till you think you're standing on your head."
Dolly knelt down in front of him reluctantly, but with no further ado took his shriveled, brownish penis in her mouth. Wayne watched avidly until he saw that she actually was sucking it, cleaning it completely with her tongue, lips, and mouth. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, but one overwhelming emotion possessed him now: he had to get out of that house.
Milton's back was almost toward the closet. Wayne dared wait no longer in case his boss changed position. He tiptoed from the closet and headed for the door. Dolly saw him and flinched, embarrassed to tears by his observation of her humiliating position, but Milton thought her startled jerk a natural reaction to the hardening of his cock in her soft mouth. "Get up on the bed and I'll give your fat cunt a good stabbing," Wayne heard Milton say as Wayne fled down the hallway and the carpeted stairway. He rushed through the deserted ground floor to the library and his clothing. He didn't bother with underwear; he pulled on pants, shirt, and shoes, and carrying the rest, moved to the side door. He let himself out into the night, fragrantly cool after the steamy atmosphere of Dolly's bedroom, and headed across the lawn to his car parked a block away.
Smartest thing I did all day, he thought to himself, parking the car a block away. If Milton had come home and found it in the driveway...
Only when he was sitting under the wheel did he begin to relax. He sat with his hands on the wheel, thinking over what he had seen. Despite Dolly's initial distress, it was obvious it wasn't the first time her asshole had been ravished by her husband's long cock. And that business of liking to taste her own shit on Milton's prick- wasn't that fantastic? And she was certainly a good fuck in the orthodox manner, too.
He drove off finally, shaking his head. It had been a close call, and he had been lucky. There'd be no more of that. He had too much to lose. He could hardly expect to be that lucky again. At the apartment he undressed and showered, opened the refrigerator, and took out a can of beer. He was just about to pull the ring-seal when his telephone rang. He detoured to the hallway and picked up his phone. "Yes?" he said.
"I thought I'd catch you there," Dolly's voice said. "Why don't you come back?"
"You're out of your mind," Wayne said, amazed to hear her voice as much as her suggestion. "Is-is Milton-ah-finished?"
"For two months, probably," Dolly said bitterly. "That's why I want you to come back. I only came once with him, and I've got about fifty stored up."
"No," Wayne said flatly. "It's too risky."
"He's gone back to town, Wayne."
"I don't care where he's gone. I'm still not over the shock."
"Tomorrow night, then?"
"No."
Anger flared suddenly in Dolly's ordinarily soft voice. "You're not going to run out on me, understand? You'll come out here when I want you or I'll tell Milton the whole story. All I'll get out of it is a whipped ass, which I get from him anyway, but how about you, Mr. Chicken-Livered Man?" Her voice was slurred, and Wayne realized she'd had a couple of quick drinks to nerve herself up to talking to him after what he'd seen.
"You wouldn't tell Milton," he said in disbelief.
"Wouldn't I? You be out here tomorrow night or you'll find out."
The connection went dead, and Wayne replaced the receiver slowly. Would she? Hardly. She might talk casually about a whipped ass, but when it came right down to inviting such treatment she wouldn't do it. Would she? If she was drinking, perhaps, and feeling especially sorry for herself? Wayne's palms felt damp.
He needed advice. He needed to talk to someone. Jessie? Could he face Jessie's cool good looks and tell her his story? But he felt he needed a woman's viewpoint, a female reaction which might make clear to him the extent of Dolly's danger to his job. He replaced the can of beer in the refrigerator unopened and went downstairs to his car.
He drove to the apartment shared by Jessie and Irene, still wondering if he could nerve himself up to tell Jessie the story. If he hadn't been so damn anxious about losing his job he knew he could never have told her. Some of what he'd seen was still almost unbelievable even to him.
Irene opened the apartment door to him, and Wayne felt disappointed. He'd have to wait for her to leave before he could talk frankly to Jessie. "Hi, Irene," he greeted her. "Is Jessie in?"
"No, but she'll be back in a few minutes," Irene said. "Won't you come in?"
Wayne hesitated, but finally complied. With tomorrow night looming up over him, he had to move fast. He went into the living room and sat down. Irene, in housecoat and slippers, followed him. She sat down and picked up a piece of sewing. "How's it going, Wayne?" she asked.
"Oh, so-so," he said cautiously. He liked Irene. Something about her personality-earthiness, for lack of a better word, or frankness, or honesty-had always appealed to him since he'd first met her through Jessie. "How's it going with you?"
"Suprafragimelligorgeous."
He raised an eyebrow. "My, my," he commented. "What's the big plus?"
Irene smiled at him, then winked. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"I'm prepared to believe just about anything these days," Wayne sighed.
Irene winked again. There was a boyish quality about Wayne that appealed to her. "You're not old enough for me to tell you." Her eyes came to rest on his shiny, acne-scarred face. "Wayne," she said with her usual directness, "why don't you have something done about your face?"
He would have resented it from anyone else, but not from Irene. For one thing, she was a nurse, with a nurse's practicality. "Some day," he said vaguely. "Right now my mother's in a tight spot on the farm and I'm sending money home."
Irene left her chair and came to Wayne's. Bending down over him, she traced with delicate fingertips the roughened scales of his bete noir. "It could be fixed, you know," she said, returning to her chair. She regarded him across the room. "What are you looking so disturbed about? What I said about your face?"
"No," he answered. "I was-I had a shaking up tonight."
"And wanted to talk to Jessie about it?"
He was startled at her perspicacity. "Well, yes, if she'd listen. No reason she should. It's not a-not a bedtime story." He smiled wryly. "Or maybe it is."
"Tell me," Irene invited. "No charge for advice given."
Wayne wondered why he hadn't thought of it himself. It should certainly be easier to talk to Irene with her nursing background than to Jessie whose cool beauty seemed almost virginal to Wayne at times despite his remembrance of the Sunday afternoon at the ice-pond shack.
"Well-" Wayne hesitated, then hitched his chair closer to Irene's. Stumblingly at first, then in a torrent of words, he related his initial embroilment with Dolly King and the events of that very evening. Irene listened with an amused smile playing around the corners of her attractive mouth. When Wayne finished, she put down her sewing and laughed heartily.
"And now she's blackmailing you to come back?" she asked, wiping her eyes.
"That's right," Wayne said glumly. "But if Milton ever catches me, I'm finished at the bank. What do I do?"
"Counter-blackmail Milton's wife," Irene said at once.
"Counter-?"
"Get something on her with someone other than Milton and yourself," Irene said.
"Yeah, well, but who?"
"It could even be a woman. Dolly King sounds like a type who'd enjoy a romp with a female. Import the female, post yourself with a camera, and voila!"
"I've got the camera, but I don't have the woman," Wayne said ruefully. "Do you know of one?"
"Sure."
"You do?" Wayne asked eagerly.
Irene arched a forefinger until it pointed between her breasts. "Me."
Wayne stared across the room at the piquant redhead in the flowered housecoat.
Had he heard her correctly?