Chapter 12

On his way to the family attorney's office, Tad mulled over the best way to get Laura away from the house. It had to be somewhere where the maid or his father would not be able to interrupt them. John's call had worried him. His father had a penchant for getting restless, leaving the office and coming home early. If he were to pop in while Tad was playing with his wife's snatch or getting sucked off by her, it would all be over in a minute. John would go berserk, beat him to a pulp, and, in any case, Laura would clam up out of her own fear of being killed by her enraged spouse.

Dave Smith's anteroom had several people waiting for the busy lawyer when he reached it. Since Tad had come without a fixed appointment, he had to wait his turn. He picked up an old copy of Playboy and began leafing idly through the pictures. As he stared at a picture of a naked girl in the centerfold, his eyes strayed to a pair of legs across the room. They belonged to a beautiful girl in her twenties, obviously a mod type. Her face looked bored and disinterested. She was leaning back in her chair reading a tattered copy of a book on ecology, oblivious to the other occupants of the office.

She was also oblivious to the fact that she wore no panties. Tad supposed it was because it was a rather hot day. From his own seat, he could see the rich mass of jet black curls around the pink slit of her cunt. Looking at it was hard to avoid. Her legs were apart in a way that invited scrutiny. Despite himself, Tad felt his cock hardening. He couldn't help it. Looking at a girl's snatch always gave him a hard-on quickly, and this girl's pussy was so lovely it would have stood out anywhere. What made her cunt more interesting was that her thighs still had a nice residue of baby fat. She looked so appetizing that Tad almost laughed in his amusement.

A moment later the pretty secretary came to whisper in his ear that he could see Dave Smith if he walked out and entered the office through another room next door. He smiled and nodded.

Dave Smith rose with a big boyish grin when he entered the office, and offered him a drink. But Tad waved it aside.

"Thanks, Dave. I'd love it. But I want to keep my head clear while we talk about my mother and what happened. This thing's been driving me crazy ever since I came home. Give it to me straight, please."

Dave nodded. He paced the room for a minute.

"Your mother called me in a highly emotional state about two months ago. She wanted me to advise her about a sudden financial move your father wanted to make. John owed a lot of money because of heavy expansion of his company. In order to stay afloat, he needed your mother's securities in California Tfucking, Mill Furniture, and U.S. Steel as collateral to get the credit he needed."

Dave licked his lips and continued. "Nothing wrong with that except that I knew privately-I learn these things from friends-that your father was laying this girl in his office. Someone had even peeked through a keyhole and-" He shook his head.

"Please, Dave," Tad said. Tell me everything. I've got to know it all."

"Well, my confidant, never mind who, had noticed that John never left the office for lunch and yet never answered the phone. Neither did the girl. So one day after fruitless calling, he went and peeked. Well, he saw the girl stark naked on John's leather couch. John was eating her pussy, and when he finished, he laid her on the couch. My friend told me they made a habit of this, screwing in the office, door locked, answering no phones, nearly every day.

"'Well, like I said, knowing this gave me pause. But I figured that I wasn't your father's keeper and I had no reason to tell tales out of school. If John needed some nookie, that was his business, so I advised her to go ahead with the transaction. Now the strange thing is that two months after that she died. What was supposed to be a temporary transfer of title to the stocks-your mother said John would return title to the shares in six months-has become permanent."

He leaned forward. "Yom mother intended those shares for you, of comse. When I called your father about them, his new wife seized the phone and told me they'd let me know when you'd get them back and hung up. She was very cold about it and as much as told me to go to hell when I asked more questions about the estate."

"So what happens now?" Tad asked quietly.

Tom father has control of the estate. All of it. Your mother signed it over to him. Of comse, his will states that you get it when he dies. Except ... "

"Except?" Tad asked.

"Yom father is remarried. Under state community property laws, a wife gets half of any property acquired by her husband since his marriage to her. Under the terms of the will, hell get most of your mother's property after the second wedding. Somehow he persuaded your mother to leave you penniless and to trust him to make it right as soon as his business improved. Of course, when your mother signed over the estate to him, she was quite ill."

And that bitch Laura was probably busy working over his father, hypnotizing him with her lovely young snatch, Tad thought bitterly. She probably fucked him regularly and then twisted him around her little finger. It was the classic case history. An aging Romeo sniffs at a young girl's cunt and loses his head. Or was there more to it? Had she maybe drugged his mother in some way?

"Why didn't you look in on mother?" Tad said irritably. "You were good friends. You might have been able to help her."

Dave scratched his chin. "Tad, John hates my guts. He's always resented my close friendship with your mother and Miles Johnson. He felt the three of us had shut him out years ago and he even suspected your mother of having an affair with Miles."

"You're kidding."

"No. John barged into my office drunk one afternoon and said he knew that your mother had slept with him at college and later on. Your mother was quite attractive and liked to wear very sexy clothes. John accused her of wearing shorts to Miles' office so he'd notice her shape. He claimed-well, he was drunk-that many times Miles would put your mother on the couch in his office and strip her naked, send the nurse out and have sexual intercourse with her. Of course, John was insanely jealous."

"Yes," said Tad. "He once accused our insurance man of visiting her in the afternoons when we were out so he could go to bed with her. But did she give him all her securities?"

Dave nodded. "I think your father was, maybe still is, in some serious jam, and she acted under pressure. The new holding company which owns the estate includes your stepmother as an officer and also two characters who are rather strange. Tom Baxter and Carol Simpson. Baxter was involved in a racetrack swindle in Florida but he was acquitted. Tad, if I were you, I'd see a good private detective. I don't like the way this whole thing smells. Baxter has a long record of shady deals. And I checked out Carol. She was involved in some of the same deals."

"I don't need a detective," Tad said.

"You do if they're trying to cheat you out of your inheritance. Get me some evidence that something crooked is up and I can go to court. I want you to get what's coming to you. Look, I'll lay out the money for the detective. I owe it to your mother."

Tad thanked him and said he'd get the facts they needed on his own.

His mind was racing as he left the attorney's office. Tom and Carol were involved in this thing, too, from what Dave had been able to tell him. The same girl who had called Laura the other day, and Tom, the man who had been mentioned in the conversation. How did they all fit in? How deep was John in on all of this? He thought he knew his father well. But what the hell was he doing mixed with a gang of swindlers, people running abortion mills and who were tied in with hoodlums?

It was all damned strange. He was so disturbed by all he had heard that he ignored Dave's secretary. Dave liked to have his girls wear tight shorts in the office because he hated the dull aspect of lawyer's premises. Normally, Tad would have tried to date this lovely blonde receptionist, and with luck he would have laid her. She was certainly one of the most fuckable girls he had ever seen; beautiful, with long, shapely legs. But his mind was on Laura. Laura would give him the evidence he needed. But first he would have to get into her pants. He had come close to laying her earlier. He was convinced that, had he done so, she would have spilled everything he had to know.

The first thing on the agenda was to get back there. Maybe he could get her to go to a movie. John usually conked out after dinner. He could take her to a movie, stop for a drink, and lay her in the park or even in the back seat of the car. He had a strong feeling that she would be easy to crack once he got into her snatch. That was her most vulnerable spot