Chapter 4
"I tell you I know Toni and she won't go for it," Rory Davon insisted as he talked in a quiet corner with Carleton Harris and Chris Gael. "She won't even pose naked, let alone with a man, even if it's me. Now hell, I'm a pro! A job is a job. But I can't get that through her head."
"Rory, think of the ten grand, and the name you'd be making," Chris argued.
"Damn it, Vegas is full of beautiful chicks for skim shots," Rory argued. "Look, Carleton, let me line up a couple of models and shoot the layout on spec."
"No way," the editor said firmly, his earlier friendliness now turning cold. "I want Toni because she's fresh and young and we need a heterosexual spread to follow the lesbian layout. Goddamn it, if Shawna can do that kind of number why can't your wife? Shit, we're not asking her to fuck on camera."
"I know," Rory conceded. He felt like a don- key with a carrot dangled in front of his nose, but this could be the most important carrot of his life, he thought. And it was high time Toni quit acting like a nun. He would just have to be firm in maneuvering her, and that might take a little time. He said, "Let me work on her."
"I can give you two weeks. Otherwise I'll have to find another girl ... and another photographer, Davon," the editor said. "If you can produce, you'll have a lot of high-fee work. But you can understand why a magazine with a circulation of over six million paid can't wait on the whims of a prudish little girl."
"I know," Rory grated. "I'll take care of Toni."
"I think there's only one answer," Chris said after the editor had left to catch a night flight to the East Coast. "Rory, we have to present Toni with a fait accompli."
"I'm not sure what you mean," the young photographer said slowly.
"She's young, pretty, and not too bright." He glanced around and caught sight of a somewhat wavering Toni in the lights which had now been turned on by the pool. He knew Shawna had managed to carry off the shocker scene to perfection, and also knew that Rory was a hungry young man on the way up, willing to discard scruples in favor of advancement. "Also a little bit tipsy at the moment. Now, we'll have to play the cards as they fall, but you two stay here tonight, after the others leave. Fake being drunk, and Shawna and I'll do likewise so we've an excuse not to drive you home. The phone will be turned off, so we can't call a cab. The house boy is going home, so there'll just be the four of us."
"So it's blackmail ... but subtle blackmail." Rory thought about it for a minute, then finally said, "How?"
"Leave that to Shawna." The older man winked. "Give her plenty of time and she'll have Toni climbing the walls."
"You mean Shawna ... " Rory mumbled.
"Shawna swings both ways, and don't think that if she sets her mind to it, she can't steal any girl out from under you ... or me.' Chris grinned and lit a cigarette. "Of course, you catch them and raise hell. Don't beat on Toni -- bruises aren't pretty -- but you take her home and put in a few days keeping her in the doghouse. You're ready to forgive her if she'll pose for Harris. And while you've got her over a barrel, lay an even heavier scene on her. Find yourself some cunt and stay out all night, and let it get back to her. She'll figure she's going to lose you. She'll do the number then. Guaranteed."
"I should knock you right on your ass," Rory said.
"All right, I'm a prick," the other replied amiably as he gestured toward the expensive house and grounds. "I didn't get this by being a nice guy ... or letting any pretty little girl stand in the way. The world is full of pussy. Remember that! You get a chick that goes along and helps you every way, like Shawna. Or you get yourself a millstone to hang around your neck and you're lucky to wind up with a two-room commercial studio in some place like Grant's Pass, Oregon. A ten-year-old car and nobody will give you a mortgage for a house. Think about it."
Rory thought, balancing luxury against poverty, and his decision was almost immediate. If Toni was half the sensual creature little Mike was, he would have pondered longer, but as it was, her stiff-necked attitudes toward sex had virtually castrated him. This would be rough on her, but maybe for her own good ...
"Yes," he said. "Arrange it "
Toni Davon kept thinking she was drunk and should go home. The party had broken up and only she and Rory were left. And he was someplace in the big house talking photography and markets and things like that with Chris Gael. Knowing how important this could be to him, she didn't want to intrude and ask him to take her home. And she had Shawna to talk to. But now her drink-fuzzed brain had accepted Shawna's bisexuality and it no longer bothered her.
To the tawny-haired girl it seemed they must all be a little drunk. It had been a long, hot afternoon by the pool and the liquor had flowed copiously. There had been plenty to eat, but she hadn't felt hungry; she had almost been too nervous to eat anything. Toni sat in a deeply upholstered chair in the game room, watching a situation comedy on television with Shawna. She seemed to be sticking to the chair, and finally muttered, "Darn sun tan lotion-it's worse than glue."
"I'm thinking the same thing," Shawna agreed as from a bar cart she poured Toni her third Pemod over ice. "I think we should scrub the stuff off, after this one."
"A shower might be great for me," Toni mumbled as she sipped the licorice-flavored pale-green liqueur. "My head is spinning."
"You were out in the hot sun a long time. Drink up and let's get it over with while our men are talking."
To Toni it seemed like a fine idea. She stood and swayed on her long, shapely legs, trying to bring the room into focus. And then Shawna, her own dark tresses swaying, was leading her through the big house by the hand, into a vast mirrored bedroom which adjoined a combination bath and dressing room. From a wardrobe Shawna took short terry-cloth bathrobes and shower caps. Towels were already laid out. The opaque door to the shower stood open and Toni found herself staring at the veined-marbled walls and fixtures which she knew instinctively were gold. She had read of such things in magazines but never actually seen them before. Shawna was stepping out of her tiny bikini, freeing her bountiful breasts and then casually dropping the triangular scrap of cloth which covered her smooth loins.
Toni hesitated. In college, living in a dorm, she had thought nothing of being naked with the other co-eds in the shower room. But through her mind flashed the picture of Shawna making love with the blonde model. Then, her natural suspicions dimmed by the liquor she had consumed, she told herself nothing like that could happen, not with Rory and Chris in the house. And hadn't Shawna said it was a spontaneous thing brought on by prolonged physical contact with the other girl? Well, she was old enough to take care of herself!
Nevertheless, she turned her back as she unhooked the flimsy top of her bikini and let her breasts escape their confinement. She thought she must be getting bigger because there were red lines impressed into the resilient white globes. Bending, she sent the bottom of the revealing swimsuit slithering down her long sun-tanned legs as Shawna started the bank of shower sprays going.
"Whoops!" Toni gulped as, stepping into the pummeling blast of water, she nearly fell.
Shawna was standing spread-eagled, her body taking the full force of the stream as she lathered herself with scented soap. Her firm breasts jiggled and Toni could see the thrusting spikes of her nipples growing longer as slowly Shawna's fingers began to rub rich lather into her nearly alabaster body, lingering in the dark-reddish bush of her pubic hair. Toni reached for a cake of soap and began to scrub at the sticky suntan lotion. Bending, she became dizzy and nearly fell, but quickly Shawna caught her and set her on her feet again. "I think I drank too much," Toni said. "I never drink!"
"It's from all the heat you took, Toni," Shawna said comfortingly. But the auburn-haired bisexual knew better. It was the liquor. She'd really slugged the innocent blonde beauty with the three Pernods and the innocent-tasting aphrodisiac would begin to hit the taffy-haired girl in a few minutes, insidiously drawing her into a carefully prepared web. Chris had managed to whisper the news that the proposition had been put to Rory and that the younger man was willing to sacrifice his wife on their altar of lust, to which Shawna, with a wicked flickering of her long, skilled tongue had said, "I'll do my part, lover."
"Yeah ... you'll eat the prettiest pussy in Vegas and I'll get nothing."
"You know better," Shawna had replied lewdly.
"You'll get the best trip around the world you ever had!"
Now Toni was losing her coordination. Repeatedly she dropped the soap and had to fumble for it in the torrent of water, and then she felt Shawna's hands steadying her and heard the other's voice.
"Hey, maybe you did have a little too much to drink! I'll help you finish your shower and then you can take a nap until Rory is ready to go home."
Blinking, trying to focus deep, dark eyes which suddenly wouldn't track, Toni felt the deft hands washing her trembling body. Deep in her little flat belly she tingled as fingers slipped lightly along the pale-furred cleft of her cunt and caressed her breasts. She thought she should object, but it did feel gooood....
And then she was being helped into the carpeted dressing room, bracing herself against a weaving wall for support as, using a huge fluffy towel, Shawna patted her dry. Then Toni sat on a cushioned stool and watched Shawna wipe her own flesh dry.
And then, unresisting, Toni allowed herself to be led to the opulent adjoining bedroom. The air conditioning had been turned off and it was comfortably warm. With a sigh of relief, she let herself tumble onto the king-sized bed that was illuminated by tricky lamps giving the effect of flickering candlelight, and she drowsily found them hypnotic.
"Just take a little sleep, Toni," Shawna was saying. "Half an hour and you'll be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed again. I'll leave a dim light on so you won't be confused when you wake up."
"You're nice, Shawna," Toni murmured, closing her eyes and beginning to drift. Her head was still spinning, but not so badly now that she was lying in this wonderful big soft bed with the restful lighting. The slender girl with wheat-hued hair let herself sink into the luxury, wondering if she and Rory would ever have anything like this. She heard the soft click of the door as the rich-bodied woman left, and for perhaps ten minutes was able to relax completely. And then there was a subtle restlessness in her loins. She wanted Rory to be with her, his penis long and iron-hard, plunging like a hot piston into her vagina. She could feel the soft lips of her pussy flowering open ... and she knew it was a futile hope. Rory had been drinking, and it seemed that if he took only one or two drinks, he couldn't get an erection these days. Restlessly Toni Davon's yearning young body began to undulate on the bed, and her fingers searched for her cunt cleft. They found their seething target and began to rub and probe and go deep into her desire-filled cunt, and even as she lay on the thin border of sleep, the taffy-haired girl began to pant.
Through a two-way mirror in the adjoining room, Shawna Gael watched with mounting desire and anticipation. Finally she turned her sensuous body away, reluctantly abandoning her voyeurism for the moment, and padded on bare feet to the richly appointed den where Chris and Rory were waiting. She flashed her passion-heavy smile at them and said, "It's beautiful! She's half asleep and so hot she's playing with herself."
"That I'd like to see," Chris said.
"You stay behind that mirror until I've had at least an hour with her," Shawna said curtly. "You know how I am! I have to be with a girl awhile, get myself and her worked up. And after that I don't care if you put it on network television. And Rory -- we took a shower together, and Toni's really responsive."
"Meaning what?" the slender, dark-haired photographer asked.
"She may want to do me," Shawna said.
"Horse shit!" Rory retorted. "Toni'd never ... I mean, she's going to be shook as hell with just you touching her. You'll be lucky if she doesn't claw your eyes out!"
"I know more about women than you do," Shawna told him. "Now if she does get the urge and you catch her in the act, there's no chance she'll dare argue with you on doing the layout for Harris." She smiled wickedly and bent low to pick a cigarette from a leather box on the table. "And it might spring loose some of her inhibitions. She might want to suck your cock."
"Rory Davon, instant pimp," he said in bitter self-accusation. "You could have a point. So, go get in bed with her and eat her like candy."
When Shawna returned to the bedroom, the Pernod-drugged blonde bride was moaning softly, hardly moving, her fingers slowly sliding in and out of the aroused lips of her cunt, playing languorously with the soft, pale curls which framed it.