Chapter 10

The old family servants, Jim and Shirley Baker, lived in Venice, a rundown community inhabited mostly by welfare recipients and hippies. The buildings were mostly old and peeling one-story stucco houses. But the rent was very low and the beach was a hundred yards away. These compensated for the air of decay that filled the slum like neighborhood. It was a last-resort area for most Californians and many of them fought to leave it as soon as possible. He was sure the Bakers, who had come from beautiful lake country in Minnesota, hated it very much.

They were ecstatic at seeing him again. They had prepared lavishly for his visit with his favorite dishes cooked by Shirley in the way he liked best. They let him eat to his heart's content before talking about his mother or their feelings about Tad's stepmother. It was only when dinner was well over and the coffee cups cleared that they spoke frankly.

"I just don't like that woman," Shirley said calmly. "Your father never called in Dr. Johnson, your mother's regular physician. Of course, by an odd coincidence, he was out of town on vacation. Convenient, wasn't it? And a week after your mother fell sick, your pa brings in this young woman-the one who's there now."

Her large breasts shook under the stress of her emotion. "Naturally he had a good excuse. He said he had to give her a lot of dictation every day. She was there to spy on me and Jim And to keep your father satisfied."

"Satisfied?" Tad said. "Satisfied in what way?"

Jim and Shirley exchanged looks. Jim nodded quickly.

"All right, Tad, you're old enough-you've been a soldier and I'm sure you know the facts of life." She looked at Jim for assistance. "Tell him everything you saw."

"Well," Jim began slowly, "I come up one morning to give him his coffee like always. This woman was in bed with him. Completely naked and he was-he had his-" He shook his head.

'Tell it to me straight," Tad barked. "I'm grown up."

"Okay," Jim said. "Just as you wish. Your father was licking her thing between her legs. He had his face buried in her all the way up and she had his penis in her mouth and she was sucking away. They were both doing it at the same time. I was able to see it because the girl was drunk and had left the door ajar. They weren't worried about your ma. She was heavily sedated down the hall. I stood in the shadow and watched. They were going at it hot and heavy and finally the girl screamed that she was coming and then he came all over the bed. After that day, I noticed many times they went upstairs together and I could hear the bed bouncing hard while they went at it. Not that I blame him completely. She was a pretty girl and she didn't hide nothing."

"Did you get your mother's letters in Germany?" Shirley interrupted.

"No. Did she send letters to me?" Tad asked, surprised.

"She wrote several," Shirley said, "and I offered to mail them. That young woman said she would do it herself."

"I never got them," Tad cried. "Shirley, Jim, tell me everything you know. I've got to know what happened up there."

"Maybe it'd be better not to rake up live coals," Jim warned. "The boy has to live with them."

"And let that tramp get away with it, no," Shirley snapped. "Not while I can tell him." She turned to Tad.

"I was very suspicious the day the girl came. She was too pretty, and I knew your pa. I've seen him stare at girls on the beach when we all went there, and a few times he put his hands on my breasts." She waved her husband's annoyed look away. "Oh, don't worry. I sent him packing. He wanted to sleep with me while you were in San Diego and your ma was away, but I chased him out of my room. But I knew he was a lustful man.

"The very first night the girl came, he took her out to see the garden, and I had to call them to dinner.

He was in a dark comer playing with her." He had his hands between her legs and he was fingering her privates and his own thing was out and she was pulling it for him till he couldn't stand it. Then he came into her handkerchief and I called to them."

"You never told me," her husband said irritably.

"Because I didn't want you sniffing after her," Shirley snorted. "If I had told you, you'd be dragging her off to the bushes. You ain't exactly a saint when it comes to wanting other women. I know you've had a few in those bars you go to."

"Anyway," Jim said, flushing, "the girl returned to the house a week later, dressed in a very expensive dress. It was obvious to us she couldn't buy it on her secretary's pay. Your pa had paid for it. I'm certain of it.

"So," continued Jim, "they were closeted away in your dad's study for two hours after dinner after your mother went to bed. I was naturally curious to see what they were up to. Well, they were in there. Both had had too much to drink."

Jim went on with his story. The girl had been taking dictation all right. But she had been sitting on the desk in nothing but her panties. John Marshall would stop dictating at intervals and lean over to suck one of her breasts. Both were too far gone to be concerned with anything else. John knew his wife was asleep and the servants were trained never to interrupt them. While Jim Baker watched, John had continued to play with the girl's breasts and talk. Finally the girl had turned and put her fingers in his crotch.

"Wasn't easy to watch that," Jim said indignantly. "To watch that young slut playing with the privates of a man old enough to be her father."

Shirley had noticed a matchbook from a fashionable nightclub in his father's suit the next day when she emptied it before sending it out to be cleaned. Later, she had read several memos on his father's desk to call the girl at that club or to meet her there. It was very clear that they were seeing each other often outside the office. "When did she move in to stay?" Tad inquired. Shirley pursed her lips. "I think it was when Jim and I went to San Francisco to stay with my cousin. We were gone a week and that was when your mother became really ill. When we got back, Laura was in the house for good. Wandering around half naked, trying to get a rise out of the men. She even flaunted her nakedness in front of the delivery boys. It was disgusting."

Shirley threw an irritable glance at her husband. Having seen Laura up close, Tad knew how she must have seemed to Shirley. It must have been like coming back to a whorehouse with a beautiful girl like Lama running around in shorts and halter. More often, Lama probably even ate lunch in her bikini which was so tight around her crotch that you could see the red cunt hairs on either side of the fabric. Moreover, if Tad knew Jim, the old boy must have walked around with a stiff cock all day while serving

Laura around the pool. Laura, stretched out with those fantastic thighs spread out as if she were inviting a man to fuck her, was not easy to ignore. It must have been a trying situation for poor Shirley.

His mother Shirley told him now, had looked bad, and though she was still not bedridden had had barely strength to do anything. When she finally took to her bed, Shirley had asked John Marshall to call in Dr. Johnson. Johnson had, after all, treated her for years and knew her medical problems intimately.

"He said Johnson was away and insisted on calling another doctor," Jim said.

"Who?" asked Tad. He had to get to the bottom of this.

"A Doctor Forsythe," Shirley volunteered. "I never heard of him."

"Where does he live?" Tad asked quickly. "I want to see him."

"Chatsworth," Jim said. "Someone Laura knew, I believe."

Tad looked incredulous. Chatsworth was over sixty miles from where they lived. Why the hell would John get a man from way over there?

Laura, he thought immediately. His father was undoubtedly under the influence of that lovely cunt. With his father's sexual appetite as strong as it was, all Laura had to do was dangle her snatch at him. Either call one of her friends or you don't get into my lovely little snatch. A couple of days of being denied that lovely slit and, having to keep his hot hands off her luscious ass, and his father must have been ready to do anything the girl desired.

If John was so far gone that he had done a sixty-nine in the house and laid the girl with his mother down the hall, then he was a sucker for Laura's wiles. And Laura knew the power of that lovely little ass of hers on middle-aged men. She probably had bastards drooling all over town as they thought of getting into her snatch.

"What was this Forsythe like?" Tad said briskly.

"I didn't like him at all," Jim answered. "Never spoke to us much. Just nodded gruffy. He brought in a flock of medicines and fed them to her even when she complained she hated them. At one time she yelled at him that she felt even sicker after taking them than before. He told her she had to take them. Wouldn't call another consultant despite our pleas to him."

"Give me his number," Tad said.

A moment later he was dialing a number in Chats-worth. The phone rang at least a dozen times before it was picked up at the other end. A young female voice finally answered.

"Who is it please?"

"Can I talk to Dr. Forsythe?" Tad asked politely.

"Who shall I say is calling?" the voice continued in the same polite tone. Tad had an acute sensitivity to voices. He could always fill in the shape behind a telephone voice and automatically he did it now, "This is a surprise for him. I'd rather not give my name," Tad said laughing. "You understand."

"Oh, I certainly do," the girl said, "but I'm not sure he will." Her voice, a high, rich soprano, broke into laughter. Listening to it, he could see a gorgeous redhead with long, shapely legs and pear-shaped tits-a lot like Suzie in Frankfort. like Suzie, this girl undoubtedly liked to pretend to be an ultra-polite and unsexual creature, someone very cerebral. The first time he had talked to Suzie on the phone, he had thought her some frigid schoolmarm with an L icebox in her crotch.

Then the first night he had taken her out, he had stopped the car on a side street and reached over and played with her cunt. No explanations. He just lifted her dress and put his finger in. She had laughed, and also without words had opened his fly and sucked his cock. Then he had a great idea. He had never had a blow job while driving. He had asked her if she would do it, and she had readily assented. It had been fantastic. But even driving at fifteen miles an hour, it was a little too risky to try often.

"I really must give him your name," the girl on the phone persisted. "My name's Tad Mars ... Marston."

"Are you a patient or a referral?" she asked warily.

"Referral."

The voice hardened perceptibly. "Who referred you, sir?"

He thought quickly and decided to take a chance on using Laura's name.

"Laura. Laura Marshall."

"Oh, Laura ... you're a friend of Laura's? I'll put you right through. Just a moment please."

The relief in her voice was like a sunburst. At once he had a vision of a young girl who was hot-blooded and eager to make love. He would be willing to gamble that this girl would not only suck his cock while he drove, she would be willing to lift her skirt anywhere. He had known several girls who affected him that way and his hunches always proved right. The voice indicated a girl who loved to fuck, who loved to feel a guy's stiff cock between her legs. And not just between her legs ... anywhere. He could see this girl squeezing his cock between her richly endowed round firm tits, or eyen taking it into her ass-hole and loving it because she loved sex in any form. But before he could dwell on the image, her voice, though still friendly, turned wary again.

"Where did you know her?" the girl asked. "Here or in Scranton?"

"Oh, here mostly," Tad said. "Look, I'm calling long distance and this is an emergency. Lama said it would be okay to call."

"How far along is the girl?" a woman on the other end suddenly asked.

Then he heard the girl on the phone tell someone, "He says he's a friend of Lama Marshall."

"I don't like it," Tad heard a man bark at her.

"But you said it was okay if Laura ... "

"She wouldn't do it right now. This is a bad time, and Lama knows it. Hang up."

"Hang up?" the girl said surprised. "Hang up!"

The phone suddenly clicked in Tad's ear.

"That's funny," Tad said to himself. He looked at Jim and Shirley and got ready to leave.

"Be careful," Shirley said. "That girl's probably mixed up with some bad types. I don't want to see you get hurt. And Tad, stay away from her altogether. She-likes young ones like you. A few times while John was away I caught her swimming in the pool with some good-looking youngster and I'd catch her more than once on the phone, tight as hell, begging a man to keep her company because she was very lonesome. And this was after eleven at night, too, mind you."

On his way to Jill's place, Tad wondered about the behavior of the girl on the phone. Funny how she had changed. In the beginning she had sounded as frosty as a mother superior. Then her voice had changed and she sounded just like some girl he had fucked in Germany. She seemed to be oozing sexuality as she talked. He recalled a friend of his describing his favorite girl as a "dame who had some power to send her cunt over the wire as she talks. Every time I hear her voice, it's like she's put her juicy pussy right into the receiver, and I could feel her pubic hairs tickling my ears. My cock twitches just listening to her. That's how full of sex she is. I want to rush right over and go down on her lovely cunt right then and there."

That's how the girl in Chatsworth had sounded in her warm tones. But why had she hung up and what was all that stuff about how far along the girl was? Then it hit him. Of course. The good doctor was an abortionist! He scraped out fetuses from wombs. But then why would John get a bastard like that to treat his mother? Or had Lama taken care of the doctor's visit along with everything else in the household?

When he got to Jill's house, he was a little tired from the traffic-filled drive. But one look at Jill's sexy costume quickly revived his spirits. He smiled at her in a way that made it clear he was glad to see her. But she pretended to be cool.

. "Here I put on my sexiest new shorts and you barely notice," she said indifferently. "Maybe you'd better just leave."

He grinned. She was wearing the hottest pair of hot pants he had ever seen on anyone. And on Jill they made her natural equipment look even more luscious than usual.

"You look good enough to eat," he said.

"I don't believe you. You're not even panting or breathing hard," she said, arching her lovely eyebrows.

"All right," he said laughing. "I'll prove it to you."

He moved closer to her and ran his hands excitedly over her beautiful breasts.

"Mind if I take a short drink on those beautiful young tits of yours, baby?"

"Oh, I hate it when you call them tits," she said, blushing. "But I do like to have them sucked by you."

He removed her blouse and her brassiere, letting her round, firm, melon-like breasts hang free. Instantly he could smell the delicious odor of her gorgeous tits. She used a heavy French perfume liberally on her bosom, and it mixed with the healthy natural scent of her skin. Since the day was also quite hot, she was also perspiring slightly. Just sniffing the melange of odors-perfume, sweat and skin as he nibbled at her, tits, gave him a big hard-on. He pushed her down on the couch and took each tit into his mouth. His tongue moved lovingly and longingly over the round surfaces of her globes. As his teeth touched her nipples, he could feel them stiffening in his mouth.

Jill sighed and shifted her body, sliding her crotch along his body until it reached his stiff cock which poked up from his open fly like a steel rod. She took it into her hands and guided it easily into her slit. It went in like a ship slipping down a dry dock into the ocean, and as it did, he let out a huge cry of pleasure.

"Wow!" he said, it's better than ever."

He seized her tits and played with them and then, in a surprise move, rolled her over and got into her from above. He loved having her fuck him by sitting on his dick, but he liked even more feeling her long, firm legs locked around his hips in a vise-like grip. He called it Jill's "boa constrictor" fuck style, because the tightness of her legs was so great they actually hurt a little as he moved in and out of her snatch. But it was a hurt he did not mind at all. It simply added to his sexual fun.

Stabbing her now with his stiff, probing cock, he laughed as he heard Jill squeal with pleasure. She was unable to lie still. As he fucked her, her busy tongue was moving in and out of his ears and over his nose and cheeks. He was driven by his excitement to pump harder and faster than ever until he realized to his chagrin that he was about to shoot his load.

It was something he emphatically did not want. He had waited too long to screw her now to let it go in a few minutes. He had to wait somehow. He began to pull out of her cunt.

"What are you doing, darling?" she asked him.

"I-I thought we'd take time out for a drink," he said, grinning. "I think I'm getting a little dry in the gizzard. Aren't you, baby?"

"Don't stop, damn you," she yelled, pummeling him with her little fists. She turned her hips greedily up at him, trying to oppose with the motion his attempt to get off her body.

"Baby," he began, "I just thought we'd sit it out for ten minutes and then get right back to it, that's all."

"Fuck me, goddamn you ... fuck me ... and don't stop. Can't you see I'm on fire."

"But-"

"Don't talk, damn you. Just fuck me or I'll go out of my mind. You can't just arouse me like that and then take time out. What the hell do you think I am?"

He nodded and began to pump into her with a new frenzy, holding her tightly, feeling her let go.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she screamed. "I'm coming ... I'm coming ... don't let go of me now, please ... I'm coming!" As she yelled, she twisted and rolled her hips, jerking involuntarily and shuddering under him as his cock moved in and out of her. He let her have all she wanted, feeding it to her as hard as he could.

As he lay beside her a few moments later, feeling his flaccid cock nestling comfortably against her, he kissed her ear, licking the inside of it. She trembled with pleasure.

"What do you want to do now?" she asked "I could just stay here and make love all night. Want to?"

I'd like nothing better," he sighed, "but I have to think of that damned bitch, Laura. "I've got to find out what the hell she's up to."

"You came to the right place," she said.

"You mean you know her?" he said surprised.

"Not me personally, but we go to the same beauty parlor."

He looked incredulous, and she laughed.

"Don't look like that. Beverly Hills is a small town. There are only about thirty thousand people in it, and only a few good beauticians. These places draw their clientele through word of mouth. Well, it happens that little Laura and I share Rico."

"Rico?" he said. "Who the hell's that?"

"The best hair stylist in Beverly Hills."

"So?"

"Well, Rico says this girl's got a bad habit of drinking. Quite often she's half lit when she comes into the joint, and then she spills everything to him. Also, she makes a Jot of calls from there, and he's overheard a lot of them."

"Tell me more," he whispered as his cock squirmed in the cleft of her buttocks. She winced as his hands tightened against her breasts. Holding her breath, she rotated her buttocks quickly pushing back with more force than ever as he thrust his penis deep inside her.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," she cried suddenly. "Ooh ... aah . . oooohhh ... aaaaaaht Oh, baby, your cock feels good inside me. I mean it. I can feel it way inside of me now."

"Tell me more about Rico and what he heard about Lama " he pleaded.

"Well, he told me she gets a lot of calls from guys while she's in the place. Guys who arrange to meet her there and want to know how much longer before she gets through. A couple of times he's seen her picked up in cars outside the door.

"Once she told him that a big shot in the rackets out here-a name that any newsman or cop would easily recognize-had been her boyfriend for a year." She told him the guy was now screwing some big movie actress and that occasionally Lama called him to invite him to stay with her. She had a thing about being able to prove she could pull a man from another woman. Rico told me he thought Laura was a nymphomaniac."

"Really?" Tad said.

"Oh, sure, You know, Rico s a fag, and she had no qualms about telling him anything. So she often told him stories about how good each guy was in bed. Besides, she was often crocked, and half the time I don't think you could have stopped her from telling the same story to the janitor. She just had to shoot off her mouth, that's all."

"Anything more?" Tad asked. "Did Rico get any names of people she saw or used to go with?"

"Darling," she reminded him slyly, "whatever lovely thing you had inside me is beginning to feel soft How about getting up to par?"

He began to thrust his cock against her ass-hole with a steady rhythm until his penis became very hard again.

"How about these two lawyers you work for? Think they could dig up some more dope on my little stepmother? I'd pay them the going rate, of course."

"Why not?" she said, wriggling her buttocks against his stiffened cock. "They do a lot of stuff like that. I'll ask them."

"Okay," Tad said, "but I don't want you to do anything like this for them. Remember. This is just a business proposition. Get it?"

She laughed and nodded, closing her eyes, to feel the mounting ecstasy of his hot penis in her anus.

"Now this is very vital stuff, honey," he said. I'll

Think hard. Did Rico or anybody else in that beauty parlor ever mention a Dr. Forsythe from Chatsworth?"

"No, that was never mentioned. But some guys named Ben, and Morty and Hal."

"Have your lawyer bosses check on a Dr. Forsythe in Chatsworth. You'll probably learn he's in the illegal abortion racket."

"Lama's mixed up with that?" Jill said surprised.

"A lot more than that," Tad retorted, still plunging his hard cock in and out of her ass. "You should have heard what I did a little earlier."

He gave her an earful of the call to Lama he had cut in on before. Jill's body stiffened suddenly. She seemed to have forgotten she was being fucked through the ass. It was as if a chill wind had enveloped her.

"My God," she said when she finally spoke. "That call really scares me. It sounds to me like your Dad's mixed up with the Mafia or something. I don't want you to get mixed up with that crowd."

"I can take care of myself," he said slowly.

"Be careful, darling ... ooooooooh ... aaahhhh ... ohhh ... I'm going to come," she said suddenly. He let her have everything he had at that moment to increase the intensity of her orgasm. He could see her eyes close on her lovely face, intoxicated with the passion he was giving her.

"Ooooooohh ... aaaahhhhhhhhh ... eeehhh," she yelled. And then she lay still trying to catch her breath.

"There's a lot more where that came from," Tad said, grinning.

"Good ... let's do it again now. Okay?"

He smiled. "Let's put you in the shower, baby. I got other things to do. All fucking and no play makes Jack a tired lay."

She giggled. "Jack maybe. Not Jill though. Jill would love to feel that cock of Jack's all night if it could be arranged."

He pushed her into the shower, goosing her with his still stiff cock as he did so.

"Will I see you tomorrow for lunch, darling?" she asked.

"Don't think so. I have to talk to the family lawyer. He may have something to tell me, too."

Something about the tenseness on his face alerted her.

"What's up, darling."

"Nothing," he said tightly.

"That's not true. I know that look. What's eating you?" He shook his head.

"You're itching to get into a fight with Laura the minute you get home," Jill said. "Don't do it. She's not worth it."

Her words suddenly tore it out of him. His raw anger.

"The bitch, the lousy conniving little bitch. Fucking my father under her very nose ... sucking the bastard's cock while she lay in her sickbed down the hall. Licking her lousy whore's cunt while my mother was fighting to regain her strength after so many years that she slaved for him."

He hit the table hard with his fist. "I'd like to kill her. With my bare hands. But before I do that, I've got to find out what I have."

"No. Tad," she begged him. She closed her naked body against his and caressed his cock. He reacted only faintly to her stroking. There was too much anger in him now.

"I've got to find out exactly how she arranged it," he said. "Getting the job, conning my old man into having a love affair with her ... not the hardest thing to do ... after she had probably read his Dun and Bradstreet report. Her type would not move in until she knew how much he was worth.

"Then waiting with him until her regular doctor was out of the country. And calling in a fucking abortionist to ruin her entirely."

"But you're not sure," Jill said. "It's all talk at this point. Nothing's been nailed down yet. You can't just accuse her of murder like that. Maybe she and your dad have had an affair. It might still have nothing to do with your mother's final illness."

"She did it," he said vehemently. "And when I'm absolutely sure, I'll strangle her with my bare hands."

He stared at his great ham-like fists. "I just hope I can keep them off her neck till then."

"Please." she said worriedly, "don't do anything stupid. Wait at least till my bosses give you some facts to go on. Don't just accuse her. She can sue you for that. I know."

"She'll tell me what I want to know," he said. "I guarantee it. All by her little self."

"How?" Jill asked.

Tad cupped her naked ass in his hand and rubbed his fingers reverently over its surface. Then he took his forefinger and moved it gingerly in her crotch. As his fingers ground slowly against her hairy vulva and between the lips of her snatch, she moaned aloud. He continued to work his hand in her crotch.

"That's how baby," he told her. "With a nympho, the easiest way to loosen her tongue is to loosen her snatch."