Chapter 14
Controlling his disgust at her, Tad put on the best act of his life. He got up and fixed her another drink and shared a couple of cigarettes with her.
"Okay, baby," he said with his best smile. "I'm all yours. What would you like to do in the sex department?"
She grinned at him in a coy manner. "Well, I know a girl's supposed to be shy about asking, but I kind of get excited by what you were doing to my little behind."
His eyes widened. "You mean you want me to put it into your ass-hole? You and I don't have to be shy. Just tell me what you want and we'll do it."
He thought suddenly of the tape recorder and shut it off. There was still a lot of sexy dialogue on it, and he had to get rid of that later. But that wouldn't be hard to erase. The important thing now was to avoid wasting any more tape, and dialogue about fucking this little murderess in the ass wasn't exactly what he wanted to go to the district attorney with.
"I'd better put some Vaseline on your ass," he said There was no point in hurting her just when he wanted her to talk. He got up and went into the bathroom for some Vaseline. Then he rubbed it meticulously between her buttocks and on the edges of her anus.
"I love the way your finger feels there" she told him. "Better rub some on your cock, too. Makes it easier to get in."
"Lift your ass higher so I can get in right."
She obeyed, running her fingers lovingly over his cock and balls. For a moment he rubbed his stiff penis against her buttocks; then, spreading her cheeks, he eased himself forward.
"I can't wait to feel your prick in there," she whispered. "Don't keep me waiting."
She bit her lips to hold back a gasp as the tip of his cock touched her ass-hole and then forced its way inside. Suddenly she felt him tense up and rear back, almost as if he were planning to pull out. She held her breath. A second later, she felt him shove his cock way into her anal cavity. The sudden push made her cry out loud and brought tears to her eyes.
"Hang on," he cried. "Here we go!"
She spread her arms, placing the palms of her hands flat on the bed to help her keep her balance. At first his hands gripped her waist. Then, after a moment, he hunched closer to her and reached over to fondle her breasts, rubbing the nipples already stiff and swollen with passion.
At the height of her excitement, he pulled out his penis and turned her around. Then, letting her wrap her legs around his hips, he began to pump vigorously into her cunt. The turnabout took her by surprise. She gasped for breath as he made her do a flip-flop on the bed. But she was ready for him a second later and spread her robust thighs wide to give him easier access to her pussy.
He did not want to give her an orgasm. But he figured it would help her talk if he did. He shut his eyes and pretended he was laying Jill. Once he did that it was easier. He was able to put his heart into it, and he continued to plunge in and out of Lama's slit until her groans filled the room. When it was over, she lay there staring at him with worshipful eyes.
"I've never had that land of lovemaking from a man in my whole life," she said to him.
"Tell me the rest, dear. Don't hide anything," he said, cupping her breast affectionately. "I'll get my money back and we can be doing this regularly five thousand miles from here."
She nodded. As she started to speak, he turned the tape recorder back on. She filled in the details quickly. For several weeks, she had poisoned Marion with the pills from Forsythe. Then, on the abortionist's orders she had increased the dose and forced Marion to walk around the pool with her about twenty times. "I said it was the doctor's orders to improve her circulation. The next day she got very bad, and a few days later she died."
Feeling nauseous from what he had heard, he turned off the machine and pushed it to the other side of the bed. He got up, turned off the light and pulled out the machine. He had to get it back to his room, away from her.
As he neared the door, he felt her naked breasts against his back. She was grinding her bush against his buttocks and digging the stiff, hot points of her nipples against his flesh. Any other woman at any other time would have gotten him so hot doing that, that his cock would have jumped up. He would have turned around and plunged it into her ass or cunt, whichever came first to hand.
But he was angry at this girl; so full of rage that her touch now felt like the touch of a rattlesnake. He did not turn.
"Come on, baby. Back to bed. I'll go down on your lovely cock and well do it again ... okay?"
In a towering rage, he pushed her away and opened the door. She grabbed at his cock and touched the machine in his hand.
"What's that?" she said in a blurred voice. "Hey, come on back to bed, baby."
He pushed her away sharply and heard her cry out in pain as she struck the wall.
"Come on, what is that?" she asked again. He struggled with her for possession of the machine, and they toppled across the bed. It was the last straw. All his control vanished, and he began to hit her with his fists in a mad, savage desire to kill her. As his temples throbbed, he continued to strike at her. He could hear her screams in his ears, but they made no difference. He wanted to kill her. He had to kill her. Then suddenly, his consciousness snapped and everything blacked out. When he awoke, he could not for a moment remember where he was.
Then staring at the floor, he saw the girl's naked body and his eyes boggled.
She was dead. A small bullet hole marred the white beauty of her breasts. There was hardly any blood. It was almost as if her killer had thoughtfully cleaned the wound after slaying her. His eyes widened. He must have killed her himself with his Italian Beretta, in a drunken rage after she had told him the story. He had to get away quickly.
He opened the door slowly and moved toward his room. As he passed his father's study, he heard the phone ring. He entered the room and picked up the instrument.
"John?" a man said. "Dr. Forsythe here. Somebody called me yesterday and told me Laura had referred him. I talked to her an horn ago and she said she never gave him my number. Better check him out. He may be a detective investigating us."
Tad felt elated. If Forsythe had talked to Lama an hour ago, he himself had not killed her. He must have been sleeping it off in a stupor as he always did when he drank too much. He sighed with relief. For a moment, he had been sure he had shot her.
The man hung up quickly. Tad went back to Laura's room and looked at her body. She looked very beautiful. Her breasts still looked as if they were ready for a lover's touch, and her superb white thighs were spread apart, showing her pussy ready for the act of love. Only the neat bullet hole indicated that anything was amiss.