Chapter 8
"It's for you, darling!" Vickie reached for the phone Connie was handing her. She was surprised. She never got phone calls in the apartment. Connie was usually the only one who used the phone. Most of the calls were for her, from Lance, outlining the assignments for the group. Connie frowned on the idea of her girls getting personal calls. To her the apartment was strictly a place to eat, sleep and rest up between assignments. Connie didn't allow any male visitors to the apartment.
Noticing Connie's frown of disapproval, Vickie mumbled into the mouthpiece, "H'lo."
"Hi, hon. It's me. Mike Tomkins. We met at the Brett party last weekend. Remember?" Mike's voice was casual, friendly.
"Certainly, I remember." Vickie's heart pounded. She'd been thinking of Mike quite a few times during the past week, especially when she turned on the tv set and saw him in action in his daily segments of "As the Worm Turns." Despite the fact that he'd slapped her, she still felt all soft inside while watching him on the screen. Mike had that magnetic personality that turned a girl on.
"How 'bout seeing you tonight, hon?"
"Seeing me? Why?" Vickie's heart thumped faster.
"I'll tell you when I see you. I want to talk to you. Please?"
"Wait a minute. ..." Vickie held her hand over the mouthpiece and turned to Connie. "It's Mike Tomkins," she explained, a trifle breathlessly. "He wants to see me."
The frown on Connie's face deepened. She could sense the warning signs. During the past year since she'd been placed in charge of the girls in the apartment, she'd lost a half a dozen cuties to men. Girls who had fallen in love, girls who'd left to marry a rich old guy, and girls who'd just checked out because they'd been fed up with this life. She was hoping against hope this wouldn't happen to Vickie. She loved this cute little chick more than any she'd had so far. "What's he want to see you for?"
"He won't say. He just wants to talk to me." "Hmm. He was asking a lot of questions about you at the Brett party," mused Connie.
"And you told him about me?" Vickie flushed.
"Everything." Connie shrugged. "After all there's not much to tell. You're just a kid. You don't have a past. To a guy like Mike, you're like a virgin." Connie sighed. "I guess if he wants to talk to you and see you, there's nothing I can do about it. You want to see him?"
Vickie pondered. Truthfully, she did. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to just talk to him. I'm not doing anything tonight."
"No, but you and Ginger have an assignment together tomorrow with that head shrinker. The guy who's writing the book. He wants you in his office tomorrow afternoon. You know my rules against having male visitors here in the apartment?"
"I know." Vickie's heart pounded when Connie gave the reluctant okay. She spoke into the phone. "I guess I can see you for a while tonight, Mike. But not here at the apartment."
"Good. I'll pick you up in front of your building in a half hour."
"Okay." Vickie hung up the phone. "He's picking me up outside in a half hour." She jumped to her feet and headed for her bedroom. "I'll take a quick shower, then change." Vickie's voice was filled with enthusiasm.
Connie sighed inwardly while watching her number one whore heading toward the bedroom. A feeling of foreboding swept through her. She had seen other girls with that look in their eyes. Girls who were no longer with her.
"Where are you taking me, Mike?" Vickie snuggled back against the seat of his sports car and stared at his handsome face.
Mike patted her bare thigh, visible below her mini-skirt. "We'll go to my place, hon. I have a bachelor pad in the upper west side. We can be alone there, and we can ... talk!" He grinned impishly.
Vickie thrilled at the feel of his warm hand on her bare thigh. She placed her hand atop his and slid his hand upward slightly. The magic touch of his fingers on her skin was heating her up. She paused when his fingers touched her pussy, covered by the pink panties. She heated up all the more when he drummed his fingers against her hairy mound and scratched at the covered, brown, curly cunt hairs. Thrill after thrill swept through her.
Reluctantly, Mike withdrew his fingers from her snatch. He stared grimly ahead while weaving in and out of the city traffic. Grinning lewdly, he said, "I better concentrate on my driving, hon. Move that thing over and don't tempt me, or we'll have a wreck."
Vickie obediently moved her snatch away from him. She scrootched to the far side of the seat and pretended to pout. "This far enough, Mister Tomkins?"
Mike gave her a fleeting smile. "It's safer, hon." He wheeled his car expertly through the maze of city traffic and finally pulled up into the parking area of a large apartment complex. He drove to his assigned spot and parked. Mike paid dearly for this pad, complete with parking privileges and armed guard on duty twenty-four hours a day. After waving a greeting at the guard, they entered the apartment building through the ground floor level off the parking area, and were whisked up the twelfth floor in an elevator.
Arriving in Mike's sumptuous two bedroom apartment, Mike gave her a quick tour of his place, then settled her on the couch while he poured a round of drinks. Handing her one, he stood before her. Mike, dressed in sports shirt and slacks, stared down thought-fully while he and Vickie sipped at their drinks. "I guess you're wondering what this is all about, hon?"
"I am puzzled." Vickie leaned back on the couch and studied the intent young man. He had such nice dark eyes. They were so intent, so filled with mystery. Mike was a very handsome young man. A trifle brooding and serious looking, but he had that magic that stirred a girl's curiosity.
"You're probably wondering what I want?"
"I can guess." Vickie chuckled and spread her legs apart invitingly. "You didn't take a crack at me at David Brett's party. Now you want to make up for the oversight?" She recalled that Mike had deliberately avoided her all during the party -- after he'd slapped her. She'd been tapped over and over by all the men present, but not once by this knothead. He had avoided her.
Mike flushed. "Stop acting like a gooddamn whore!" he snapped.
"That's what I am, ain't I?" Vickie flushed hotly. "Remember, you called me a little flicking whore!"
"Damn it! You're too young to be a whore. I found out all about you from Connie. Hell, you're just a kid. A teenager. You've only been with Lance's agency for a couple of months. Before that you were in high school. Hell, you haven't been around long enough. to qualify as a whore."
"And that's what you brought me here to tell me?" Vickie was amazed.
"No, damnit." Reaching down, Mike hoisted Vickie to her feet, crushed her to him, shoved a few hot kisses onto her lips, then held her at arm's length. Staring deep into her surprised brown eyes, he whispered, "All week long, I've been thinking of you, Vickie. I can't get you out of my mind. You're so young. So pretty. And Lord, you have such a wonderful shape. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, hon." Mike's eyes were tender pools of passion while he outlined his adoration for the girl in his arms. "I ... I've fallen for you, Vickie. I'm mad about you." He crushed her to him and pressed more hot kisses onto her lips.
Vickie sighed and felt herself melting into a hot, creamy sexpot. This couldn't be happening to her. A handsome, famous actor holding her in his arms and whispering words of love. Words of love to Vickie Adams, the new whore. "I feel the same way about you, Mike," she whispered. "Every time I see you on tv, I get this funny feeling." She snuggled up to him and returned his kisses. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Mike...."
Mile nodded. Tears of joy misted his dark eyes. He stared at the lovely girl. "Then you will come with me, Vickie darling?" he breathed.
Vickie frowned. "Come with you? Where? How? You mean?" She glanced toward the bedroom in the back-ground.
"No, silly! Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm serious. I mean, will you come with me to California. I'm leaving in a few weeks. Our series is winding up here. I've signed for a new series on the West Coast. Will you come with me?"
"What?" His words filtered through her love. She eased away. "Me? Go with you? To California?"
"Yes, hon. Please? I need you. I want you. I'm making plenty. I can afford you."
"Hold it!" A horrible suspicion began to form in Vickie's mind. "What are you suggesting, Mike? If I do go with you, will it be as your wife?" She held her breath.
Mike shook his head. "Of course not, silly. I'm not the marrying kind. I've been a bachelor too long to give it up. I'm only twenty-five. I'm not about to settle down with a wife yet." Seeing the look of dismay in her eyes, Mike hastily crushed her to himself again. "I want you along as my companion, hon!"
Vickie squiggled loose. Walking over to the small bar, she poured herself a drink. She needed it. Her sudden surge of love for this handsome man was undergoing a change. Turning to him, she said flatly, "Let me get this straight, Mike Tomkins. You want to take me along with you to California ... as your private whore?" She glared.
Mike forced a smile. "Something like that, hon, only you put it too bluntly. Like I mentioned, I think I'm falling for you. Maybe if we live together for awhile as the man and wife bit, it could lead to a permanent thing. Mind you, I'm not promising," he added, hastily, "but I'm saying it could. After all, I do intend to get married some day. Maybe, by living together for awhile, we might find out we want to make it permanent. How 'bout it, hon?" Mike flung down the challenge, a tight smile tugging at the corners of his wide, generous mouth.
Vickie shook her head in amazement. "You want me to leave all I've got going for me here, and go off to California on some vague promise that maybe we'll get married eventually?" Her voice cracked with disbelief. Her dream bubble had burst.
Mike stepped toward her. His face wore a grin. "I'm not asking you to take a financial beating, hon." He grinned vapidly. "What do you make a week, Peddling your . ass? Three? Four hundred a week extra?"
Vickie glared.
"I've got it all figured out, hon. You go west with me, I'll give you two hundred bucks a week which you can stick into your own bank account. I'll pay all expenses. You'll have that free and clear. Then, if, or when, we decide to split, you'll have a tidy sum saved. Who knows, maybe you'll click out on the West Coast? With your youth and beauty, maybe you'll make a hit. I'll introduce you around. I'll try to get you parts in movies, or a tv series. I have connections. Who knows, hon, maybe you'll make it big?" Mike put all his charm into his argument.
Vickie weighed his words. His explanation opened up a whole new horizon. Her initial pride had been jolted with the knowledge that he'd just wanted her as a private whore. But his thoughts on her future? It was tempting. Vickie, like so many other pretty girls, had always had this secret, inner yearning to be a famous actress. Maybe this could be the chance? "Gee, I don't know, Mike," she hedged. "I need time to think."
"Sure, hon. I didn't expect you to jump at the opportunity. Besides, I'm not leaving for a few weeks. We've got to wind up the series here."
Vickie downed her drink. She stared reflectively at Mike. She could see him now for what he really was. A handsome, self-centered man. A conceited youngster. A boy on the way up. A man with ambition. But with all his faults, he had a way of looking at her with that loving look in his eyes. She knew that his feelings for her were more than just physical. She sensed that he needed her. He needed the guidance of a woman. He needed more than just a companion.
Mike was reaching the stage in his life when he needed a wife!
But would she be the one he finally chose? Knowing that she was a whore? He felt this overwhelming attraction for her now. But would it last? After a few months living as man and wife, would he still feel the same way about her? It was a vexing, nagging thought. She wanted to take his offer, but she was frightened, too. Always she'd been a bit frightened of the unknown. A bit timid.
She had the security of being with Connie. A steady job with a steady income. It was security of a sort. She was building up a nice bank account. Far more than she'd get as Mike's mistress. A paltry two hundred a week. Hell, she made more than that many a night.
Mike, noticing her hesitation and thoughtfulness, eased over. Taking her into his arms, and planting a kiss on his lips, he said, "Let's forget it for now, hon? Let's mull it over. I'll keep in touch. I won't press you for a decision. Like I said, it'll be a couple weeks. Then you can make up your mind. A firm commitment. Okay?"
Vickie smiled wanly. "Okay. I'll mull over it."
"Good!" Mike smiled and drew her into the crook of his arms. "In the meantime, I'll give you a sample of what life with me will be like!" His kisses pressed against her lips. He stroked her hair. He murmured in her ears, "Darling, I love you." He ran his fingers up and down her back. He fumbled with the hook on her blouse, and the zipper. He finally had her blouse off.
Tossing it aside, his eyes bugged wide. His mouth watered at the sight of her voluptuous breasts, which popped forth in all their glory. Vickie had neglected to wear a bra. "My God, hon," he croaked hoarsely, "You have such a lovely pair of titties."
Reverently he reached forward and fondled the huge, solid melons. They were out thrust and round and firm. And ever so fully packed. He tweaked at the pink nipples in a small sea of brown and felt them tightening under his fingers. Gently, he tweaked them. Bending low, Mike began sucking Vickie's glorious globes of tender, pinkish-white skin.
Mike gave equal time. to Vickie's titties. He savored of them. He fondled them. He cupped them outward and upward. He drew one, then the other into his hungry, ravenous mouth. He licked and nibbled at the nipples. He was in no hurry. He was like a little baby boy, suckling a mommy's breast.
Vickie's candid inner analysis of Mike had been right about one thing. His need for a woman. Mike, at heart was a scared little boy. He needed the love of a woman. The mother-type love that he'd missed as a boy.
Vickie stroked Mike's long, dark hair while he nuzzled her breasts. She offered her tits to him eagerly and thrills of passion ebbed in her and built to great heights with each lick of his tongue and nip of his
teeth. Her passion rose and fell with her inner feelings while she coped with this boy-man.
Her feelings of lust triumphed over her motherly instincts when Mike unhooked her skirt, eased it down her thighs, along with her pink panties, and zeroed in on her nudity with his tongue hanging out like a paddle dog's. To insure better sucking action, Mike backed her to the bedroom, opened the door, moved to the bed and eased her on to it. He kept her legs on the floor, spread them wide and quickly undressed himself.
Now, naked and thoroughly aroused, Mike crept along the floor toward her, his huge prick bouncing
before him. His mouth was agape. He began licking his way upward, starting at her ankles. Next he kissed his way along her calves. Then he licked and felt his way up to her wondrous columns of pink, creamy thighs.
Mike eagerly kissed her thighs. He swabbed his tongue all around her creamy columns. Then, ever so slowly, he worked his face upward. Ever so gently, he eased his tongue toward the adorable, tiny crack between Vickie's widespread legs. He tickled his nose with her cunt hairs. He tugged at the curly strands until she winced. Impishly, he eased upward and kissed her a few times on her hot lips. "You like what I'm doing, hon?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Yes. Yes." Vickie met his kisses with passionate ones. "Please keep sucking me off. It feels so good!"
"Yes, hon." Mike eased her all the way onto the bed. Now he had her flat on her wondrous back and asscheeks, her legs spread wide, her knees lifted and her tiny, brown-haired cunt completely exposed, and ready for action.
Smiling tenderly at the wondrous sight, Mike crawled upward and kissed her thighs enroute. Then he burrowed his face into her cunt. Expertly, as he'd done so many times in the past, on so many other lovely girls, Mike ate Vickie's cunt. He nibbled at her vaginal lips. He kissed them. He shoved his tongue far in between her lips and licked at the velvety cunt. He slurped. He nibbled. He licked. He tongued. He fingered.
Mike gave Vickie an excellent sucking job. He was in no rush. He took his time. In. Out. His tongue, fingers and lips worked on the adorable twat. He licked pussy until he could feel his target was ready for further action.
He, too, was ready. His big cock was bouncing around like crazy, anxious to get with it. Mike slid upward, leaving the cunt area with some reluctance. He paused for a few minutes at the firm tits. He worked on them some more; then he moved up and pressed his lips against Vickie's in a soul kiss. "Ready, hon?" he whispered.
Vickie nodded. Her eyes were rimmed with tears of happiness. "Yes. Yes. I'm ready."
She moaned and wriggled in pain and anguish when he entered her. He was so big. So big. ...
"It hurts, Mike," she moaned happily, moving her ass around to adjust to his solid strokes. "It's so big. Please take it easy."
Mike kissed her. He nodded. "Yes, dear. I'll be gentle. Always gentle with my little girl. Now, and forever," he promised.
Vickie nodded. Tears streamed from her eyes. At that moment she knew that she loved this man. ...