Chapter 14
The next morning Dave looked quizzically at his younger brother over the breakfast table.
"I just can't picture Uncle Luke flaring up and getting mad just over you messing up a brake job. And it was kind of a delayed reaction too, wasn't it? Coming after you with a shotgun at two o'clock in the morning when you messed up the brake job twelve hours earlier?" He shook his head. "Sure don't sound like Uncle Luke. There must be something more to it than that. Something you're not telling me."
"That's all. Honest, Dave. That's all." He glanced up nervously at his sister-in-law, who smiled at him and filled his coffee cup again.
She was petite in height, not more than five feet tall, with a tiny waist that he was sure he could have clasped his hands around. The rest of her was full woman-sized though, from big thrusting breasts that pointed up and out, to wide, flaring hips and broad, gently rounded loins, with curving cushions for her ass that made his fingers twitch.
Jett sighed as he thought how much he'd changed in the last week, how he measured every female he saw against Aunt Dolly or Doris, and wondered how she'd be in bed with her legs wrapped around him and her hot box clamped tightly around his cock. Here he was in his brother's kitchen with heat rising in his loins at sight of his brother's wife. He had sure changed in the last week! He returned his attention to Dave.
"Well, look, Jett, boy. You're going to stay here, of course. But it looks like you got to start looking for a new job." He paused, frowning. "I tell you what. That garage business is a big pain and you're never going to make any real money at it. Just wages, that's all. Now, you told me that you come to the city to make your fortune, is that right?"
"Yes, Dave, it sure is." He was impressed by the breezy fluency of his older brother. Dave was smaller than Jett, darker, with a lean handsomeness, and was quick and voluble. Jett worshipped him.
"I don't know why in the world you went to Uncle Luke's anyway."
"I told you about the car, Dave. And besides, I was always a pretty good mechanic."
"Yeah, well, that's in the past, boy. Edith and I are glad you're here. Aren't we, Edith?"
"Yes, honey." She smiled down at her husband from behind his chair, her hands resting on his shoulders, the lush melons of her breasts bracketing his head. Jett tore his eyes away.
"I'm working today," continued Dave. "I got several calls to make. I want you to go with me and I'll show you how to make some real money." He grinned. "Would you believe a hundred, two hundred dollars, on a Saturday?"
Jett gulped as he thought of the dollar and a half an hour at which his uncle had started him.
When they were in the car, Dave tried to question him further about the reason for his uncle running him off, but Jett refused to say anything more. He just hoped that the truth never came out. He wouldn't be able to face his brother; certainly he'd never be able to go home again, if everyone found out that his Uncle Luke had driven him from his house with a shotgun because he had found him fucking Aunt Dolly. Jett's only hope was to keep quiet and pray that Uncle Luke would also keep still about the details. After all, it was something that he shouldn't want talked about, either. Let it be known that they had a falling out, and let it stop there.
The day of being a direct salesman was fascinating to Jett. Dave had several calls to chase, leads he'd picked up, but he said it was a little early for that and he'd take time to do a little cold turkey door-rapping to show Jett how it was done. He picked a suburban street where the houses weren't too big and where there were a lot of tricycles and wagons and other toys in most of the yards.
"Shows it's a young neighborhood," he explained. "Young families that are buying things. They're a prime market."
He pulled the car up at the end of a street and began knocking on doors, chatting breezily when someone answered. The fifth door was answered by a jolly fat girl with two youngsters hanging on her skirts. She was willing to let them in for a demonstration and Dave went back to the car, brought in a vacuum cleaner, and put on a fast demo. He didn't sell it, but the fat girl was drooling for it and said if she hadn't bought a Kenmore a couple of months before she'd buy it for sure. When Dave found out how new her cleaner was he packed up quick and got out of there.
As he explained to Jett, "Sometimes they let you in just because they're lonely and don't have anybody to talk to. Maybe their husband hollered at them that morning because they burnt the toast. Hell, you don't know. But it doesn't matter. You got that old law of averages working for you. You go in and put on a hell of a demo and you're going to sell one out of four easy, no matter why they let you in." He paused for a moment, then added proudly:
"With a little experience you generally do a little better."
Jett's eyes gaped when Dave told him how much he made on a good clean deal, and the extra money from the bonus arrangement.
After that one demo they started hitting leads, and at the second place they stopped, a slim, dark-haired girl let them in. She looked at them shyly from behind a wall of long, black hair that kept falling over her face, and which she kept brushing nervously back. She was pretty, with dark eyes that flashed with quick humor, lighting up her whole face when she smiled.
Jett sat back unobtrusively in a corner of the living room while Dave demo'd the cleaner, noting the way he threw in such leading questions as, "Do you like this feature, Mrs. Harris?' and, "If you had this, would you use it, Mrs. Harris?" He had her saying yes throughout the demo, getting her in a positive, affirmative mood.
She mentioned that her husband might not like it, and Dave asked if he'd be home soon. She laughed, one of those quick brilliant laughs that lit her face. N
"I hope so! He's been overseas for almost six months now."
"In the army?"
"Yes. Vietnam. It'll be months before he's home again."
"Lonely for you, I'll bet."
"Drives me wild sometimes. Like that song-counting flowers on the wall."
"I feel for you, honey," said Dave sympathetically. "A gal gets to hurting after so long. Of course, you probably have a lot of girl friends to yak with, but that's not the same is it?"
"I don't even have that," she replied mournfully. "This is my husband's home town, not mine. Oh, I know a couple of people here, and then there's my in-laws, but that's all."
"Too bad. A chick that's as sharp and pretty as you shouldn't dry up and die on the vine like this." He chuckled. "You ought to buy one of these machines of mine, and at least I could stop by once or twice a week for a cup of coffee and to see if it's still running, and break the monotony for you."
She laughed too, warmly, little flecks of light flashing in the depths of her eyes. "Sure. Just picture me writing to my husband and telling him I bought a vacuum cleaner to get the company of the salesman."
"Don't tell him, honey. Just do it." He paused. "Say, there's one last feature I haven't shown you," he stood up. "Where's the bedroom?"
"The bedroom?" She stood up facing him, and brushed the long mane of hair to the side of her face. Her eyebrows were arched.
"Tes." He grinned. "Don't get all nervous.
I'm not going to do anything you don't like. I just want to show you how you can renovate your mattress. Seriously."
He followed her into the bedroom, turned back the covers and pulled enough of the sheet back to expose a section of the mattress. She watched him through narrowed eyes as he ran the cleaner over the exposed mattress. When he showed her how much dust and other material he'd collected on the test cloth her eyes widened and took on a shocked look.
"You mean all that was in my mattress?"
"It sure was. Now, you don't want to sleep on that, do you?"
"Heavens, no!"
"Now, let me show you how to use it, honey. Come on, don't be bashful." He had her lean over the bed with the cleaner while he stayed behind her, his arms around her like a golf teacher showing a student the proper grip on a club. Jett watched in wide-eyed silence from the doorway as his brother closed in, his loins pressed tight against the exquisitely curved ass of the dark girl.
"Like this?" She was moving the cleaner back and forth.
"Mmm, mmm! Just exactly like that! Now put your hand flat on the mattress. I want you to feel that vibration. There, right beside the nozzle. Feel it? The vibration?"
"I feel it." She giggled. He was tight against her ass, and the pressure and warmth of her body against him aroused his cock till it was stiff and throbbing as it rubbed against her upturned bottom. "The vibration?"
"Not exactly." She giggled again. "Although I guess it's vibrating at that. Hey! Don't lean against me so hard! You're knocking me over."
"Let me hold you up." He put both hands on her body, cupping her tits, pulling her back against his chest.
"That's not fair," she protested. "I feel trapped! You've got me up against this damn bed and I can't go forward and I can't back up."
"Hell, why go anywhere, honey? Whatever we need, we got right here." He began to knead and squeeze the round soft tits that filled his hands, and at the same time he moved his hips from side to side so that his stiff cock rolled back and forth across the plush cushions of her ass.
She switched the vacuum cleaner off and pushed it to one side, then fell forward on the bed beside it. Dave lowered himself onto her, nuzzling into the thick hair at the nape of her neck.
"You better cut it out," she said. "You know," he said, ignoring her words, "I didn't think you wore a bra. You've got gorgeous tits. They stick right up like mortar shells. And they feel great. Gorgeous tits."
"Can it. You got to cut it out. I mean it now." Her voice was muffled as she talked into the mattress.
"Sure, sure," he said soothingly. "Relax. A beautiful girl like you can't just sit around on the shelf and get stale." He paused. "You need a few kicks, a little fun."
"You'd better go," she whispered hoarsely. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"I know. Maybe we shouldn't. But that's life, honey. It's the things we shouldn't do that are the most fun, that make life worth living. A few kicks, just a few kicks. Nobody'll ever know."
He pulled his hands from under her body, away from her breasts, and placed them on her fanny, rubbing it. She lay still, her head pillowed in her arms. After a minute he reached over and put the vacuum cleaner on the floor, loosened his tie, and began stroking and fondling her ass again.
Jett's breath became ragged and hoarse as he watched Dave's hands slide down to the edge of her skirt, which had been pulled up till it was just at the crease of her ass, where the rounds of her cheeks met her thighs. He rolled her skirt up, exposing the white, mounded cushions. She had worn no panties, nothing under the skirt.
"My God, what a beautiful ass," he said. "You got a gorgeous ass, honey. Alone for six months! What a waste, what a terrible waste!"
He leaned forward and began to kiss the trembling mounds with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Jett saw the muscles in her cheeks flex and tighten and she began to writhe on the bed.
"Please don't," she whispered in a tone so low that Jett could hardly hear it.
Dave ignored her words and continued kissing her fanny.
He slid one hand between her thighs and pressed forward till his fingers had found her cunt and began fondling the soft, plushy lips of it. She moaned and wriggled and her legs spread further apart.
"What a waste," repeated Dave. "I can't believe it. This gorgeous can on the shelf for six months. Don't do that any more, honey. It's not fair to me or any other hungry guys around. What's worse, even, it's not fair for you."
"I can't believe it, honey. Six months. I'll bet you're hot right now. I'll bet this love box of yours is really ready to make music, isn't it? Tell me, is it really over six months since you did it? Since you had a hot cock working in this sweet juicy pussy? Really?"
"Yes, yes!" came her muffled reply, and her ass weaved slowly from side to side; he could see her flex her muscles as the tension mounted in her.
"It won't be long now baby, you're going to love what I'm going to do to you, honey. Your great, long, sweet, juicy snatch! Gorgeous cunt," he said, and he bent his head forward, his tongue darting out to lick smoothly up the shallow valley of her pussy, between the flushed lips, then down again.
She moaned and cried, her hips jerking in reaction to the exquisite sensations he was creating in her body. The muscles in her belly and thighs and ass began to flex and twitch as she began the climb toward climax. Dave felt it beginning in her, and he raised his head from the upturned snatch and grabbed her by the hips, rolling her over onto her back.
He grinned down in her passion-racked face and grabbed the edge of her skirt. "Come on, take it all off, honey. I can't play with you the way I want to when you got all that cloth on you."
She wriggled out of the dress and threw it from her while Dave stood by the bed and quickly stripped. When he was naked he threw himself onto her passionate body, kissing her mouth, her neck; tonguing her breasts, sucking the swollen turgid nipples while she jerked and rolled under him as if she were trying to get comfortable on a bed of hot coals.
He drew his hips up and positioned the head of his cock between her pouty, fluted lips and with one vigorous, savage thrust, he sheathed his sword to its hilt, deep in the quivering sheath of her body.
She gave a long shuddering sigh and immediately began to move, her hips bucking frantically up, her pelvis a tortured, sensation-wracked instrument of pleasure as she fucked him wildly, bucking till she almost threw him off her.
She was too hot to last, and her movements hit a crescendo that soon peaked as she hit her climax. But before she could subside into the blessed relief of the aftermath of her come, Dave picked up the rhythm, grasped her by the shoulders, and began to drive his great cock hard and deep into her belly.
He lay still for a moment till the tremors in his body subsided, then slowly withdrew his cock and got up. She lay there looking at him through eyes almost shut, a sensual smile on her mouth.
"You don't have to leave yet, do you?" she whispered. "Like I told you, it's been six months."
"I tell you what," he said. "You buy that vacuum cleaner and I'll stop in to see you in a couple of days again. We can take up where we left off today." He looked at her admiringly. "You're sure something. You're the greatest! I tell you, after six months without it, you sure know how to break a drought!"
"If I buy that vacuum cleaner, will you really stop to see me again?"
"Are you kidding? You're the greatest action I've had in more than six months myself. After today, you won't be able to keep me away."
On their way home late that afternoon, Dave looked over at his younger brother critically. "Well, what did you think of it?"
"It was great, really great." He shook his head in awe. "I never thought selling would be anything like that."
"Which part did you like the best? My get-: ting two sales, or the pussy we ran into?" He chuckled at the memory.
"The money! Do you sell two every day?"
"No. Some days you miss altogether.' Hell, I've put on six demos some days and never sold a thing. On the other hand, some days I've put on four demos and sold every one. It averages out."
"Tell me again what you made today."
"Well, with the bonus points I'm working for, it's right around a hundred dollars. How's that for one day's pay?"
"It's great!"
"And made a sweet tight little pussy too." He grinned. "That's a bonus points they don't tell you about in the office."
"Are you really going back to see her?"
"If I'm close and want a piece of ass. But it's not likely."
"Is that really what made her buy the sweeper?"
"Some of 'em you can come right out and tell, like I did this one today, that if they buy the damn cleaner you'll keep coming back to see 'em; others you just sweet talk, make 'em feel like they're being courted again, fuck 'em if you can, that makes them real warm and loving. A lot of times they'll buy the damn cleaner then, and even if they don't you've got a piece of ass out of it for your trouble. Of course, you have to judge 'em. You'll learn after a while. You can tell by the way they look at you, by their voices, what they say, whether your best approach is to try and score with them, or to play it straight." He paused.
"Most of the time, if their husband or kids aren't around, the best bet is to try and score!"
"Wow." Jett shook his head.
"And you've got the equipment for it. You ought to be a real world beater. But be careful."
"Careful?"
"Yeah. You got too much cock for one man. Go easy with it. You throw that cock into some of these women and they'll leave their husbands and follow you home." He chuckled.
Jett looked through the windshield into a future bright with promise. If what Dave said was true, he had been right to come to the city to seek his fortune. He had the talent to achieve whatever he wanted.
He soon became the company's outstanding salesman, and the town's most notorious stud, leaving almost every lonely housewife with a contented smile on their face.
It was only after an irate husband came after him with a .38 (that misfired, thank God!) that Jett decided it was time to go on the road. After all, there was a whole world out there, and an infinite number of housewives who needed new vacuum cleaners ... and whatever else Jett had to offer.
And Jett did offer, better believe it! Everywhere and anywhere!