Chapter 10

Wearing her bikini, Kim lay by the pool behind the house. It was only early afternoon, still a long time before Gordon would be home for dinner, and she wasn't quite sure how she was going to fill the hours. But at the moment she didn't care. The sun had long since dried her after her swim and now she basked drowsily in its warmth, feeling a certain contentment. It was as if the swim in the pool and the burning heat of the sun had cleansed her of the past. She could forget what she had been and what she had done, and the shame and the filth and the degradation were all behind her.

Then a shadow fell across her face and she quickly opened her eyes, alarmed that someone had approached unheard.

Her sense of contentment vanished when she saw Vic grinning down at her.

He squatted beside her. "Hi, sweetheart. God, you're just as beautiful as ever."

Her eyes blazed as she scrambled into a sitting position. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you again, gorgeous."

"Well, I don't want to see you. Get out of here!"

Instead of answering, he ran his fingertip lightly over the ripe swell of her breasts that spilled over her bikini top. When she shrank from his touch, his hand made a sudden darting movement and yanked the little strip of cloth down low on her chest. For an instant he gazed at her bare tits, then stroked them and squeezed them.

"Yeah," he breathed. "You've still got the best pair of boobs I ever saw on a girl."

His voice seemed to rouse her to action and she knocked his hand away and tugged the bikini top back over her breasts.

"Leave me alone!" she snapped. "Go away!"

"That's no way to talk to an old friend."

"We're not friends:"

"Hell, it wasn't so long ago that you used to beg me to play with your tits and lick your nipples. And you wanted to suck my cock and have me fuck you--everything."

"That's all over."

"Is it? Christ, your cunt used to get wet just from my feeling your tits. How's your little pussy doing now?"

He ran his hand up her smooth thigh and tried to slip his finger inside the tight leg of her bikini pants. But she slapped his hand away and scrambled out of his reach.

Her eyes blazed. "I told you to leave me alone!" He eyed her speculatively, then shrugged. "Okay, I'll let you have your way this time."

"Did you bring the pictures and the negatives?"

"As a matter-of-fact, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"I did what you wanted--I earned them when I let Rick screw me. You've been promising to give them to me ever since, and you still haven't done it."

"Well, it's like this--"

"I don't want excuses. Just give me the pictures."

"I can't, sweetheart."

She glared at him. "What do you mean--you can't?"

"Well, it's pretty simple. We were going to collect some of your husband's money. In fact, you were the one who came up with the idea of blackmailing Bruce."

"I don't want to hear about that--I'm not interested in the money."

"Maybe not, sweetheart--but I am. And the way things stand now, I'm shit out of luck. Your stupid stepson got himself killed and I can't collect from him. Hell, that chick he raped in the park told the cops how he spilled his guts about killing Marie--so I can't even blackmail the old man to keep his dead son's name free of murder."

She couldn't help smiling at his frustration. "So you can't collect any money at all--from anyone."

"I've only got one thing going for me. I still have you."

She snorted. "Forget it. I haven't got any money."

He reached over and squeezed her breast. "Maybe not, but you've got something better. You've got a body that gives a guy a hard-on just looking at it. As long as I have those pictures, you have to do what I tell you. And there are guys who will pay me damn good money to get into that sweet little pussy of yours--or to get their pricks in your mouth. So maybe I can't get your husband's money, but I'm going to make a bundle on you, sweetheart."

She stared at him, aghast. "You--you wouldn't! You couldn't! You're trying to turn me into a--a prostitute--a whore!"

"Well, let's call it a business arrangement. You can do something for me and I can do something for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I said, you can make me a lot of money with that gorgeous body of yours. And you want those pictures back, so--"

"You'll give me the pictures if I do it?"

"I'd be foolish to do that. As soon as you have all the pictures, I'm out of business."

"But you said--"

"It's like this, baby. Each time you make a customer happy, you get some of the pictures back. That way I make my money gradually and you gradually get your pictures back. That's fair to both of us--right?"

She stared at him, still shocked by what he was doing to her. She felt complete revulsion, both for him and for his scheme, and she frantically looked for some way out. But there wasn't any.

"Tell you what," he said. "Let's go into the house and I'll give you more details."

Numb, she rose and followed him across the lawn. As they neared the house, a man got out of a car that was parked in front and came up the walk toward them. Surprised, Kim stopped to see what he wanted.

"It's okay," said Vic. "He's with me. Kim, I want you to meet Bert."

The man smiled at her. "Hi."

She gave no answer, but looked from one to the other.

"Let's go inside," said Vic. "We have things to talk about."

Inside, Bert studied Kim closely, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Then he walked around her, scrutinizing her from every angle until she wished she was wearing more than just the skimpy bikini.

Bert nodded at Vic. "She's a beauty, all right--a real knockout. You didn't exaggerate one bit."

Vic grinned. "I didn't exaggerate about anything else, either. What do you want her to do?"

"Well--for starters, I think the bikini ought to come off."

Kim's eyes flashed with anger. "Oh, you do, huh? Well, I've got news for you, buster!"

Before Bert could answer, Vic took Kim's arm and urged her across to the far end of the room.

"Just a minute, Bert," he called over his shoulder. "We have to have a short private conversation."

As they talked in low tones, Bert couldn't hear what they were saying. Once or twice Kim's voice rose in anger and he heard some reference to one picture and one negative, but he couldn't make out any more than that. However, it wasn't their conversation that really interested him and he wasn't paying that much attention to it. He was too busy staring at Kim.

God, he thought, what a fantastic shape the girl had! She'd be perfect for what he was looking for.

He had to admit he'd been somewhat skeptical when Vic had described her, because it just didn't seem as if any girl could match Vic's description. But he'd been wrong about that. He eyed her breasts that were just barely covered by the bikini top--and her long curving legs--and the bikini pants that hugged her trim little ass. God, yes, she measured up to Vic's description!

Of course, he was a little disappointed in the way she had acted about taking off her bikini. She hadn't displayed the willingness that Vic had promised. Still, there was no point in jumping to quick conclusions and maybe it was just some minor misunderstanding that Vic would be able to clear up.

They finished their brief conversation and Kim turned toward him. He could still see the anger on her face and his disappointment grew. Vic had given him a ass steer about how willing she'd be and it wasn't going to work out after all. It was a damn shame, he thought, watching the sway of her hips and the movement of her tits as she walked toward him.

She stopped in front of him. "You want my bikini off?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay. You want me to take it off, or do you want to do it?"

He blinked in surprise at her sudden change, and saw the anger was gone from her face. Behind her, Vic was sprawled, grinning, on the sofa.

"Hell," he said, "I'll take it off."

She turned her back toward him so he could unfasten the bikini top. Then she swung back to face him. Slowly he eased the thin strip of material off her body until it hung free in his hands.

He stared hungrily at her bare breasts.

They rode high on her chest, big and firm, and he could see the faint blue veins beneath the creamy skin. Her soft nipples were a delicate shade of pink.

At last he roused himself and reached for the tiny bikini pants. She stood motionless as he peeled them down over the curve of her hips and her blonde cunt-hair came in sight. Dropping to his knees, he tugged the pants lower, sliding them down on her shapely thighs. Finally they slipped to the floor and she stepped out of them.

Naked, she stood before him for his inspection.

He was still kneeling and his face was on a level with her crotch and he could see the slit of her pussy through the tangle of cunt-hair. He lifted a hand, ran it up the velvet skin of her thigh and prodded a finger at her twat. She moved her legs slightly apart, making it easier for him, and he felt a quick sense of elation mixed with wonder. He couldn't figure this girl out. First she got mad at the thought of taking off her bikini, then she not only let him take it off her but she even spread her legs so he could stick his finger in her pussy. He gave up trying to understand it, and concentrated on what he was doing.

He ran his finger back and forth in her cunt, then toyed with her clit. She jumped a little when he touched it. Finally he poked his finger deep in her pussy, burying it as far inside her as he could get it.

His other hand, meanwhile, had circled her hip so he could fondle her ass. God, he thought, she had the cutest little ass! Round and plump, but sure as hell not fat. Just the right amount of roundness and softness that a girl ought to have on her ass.

Now his hand stroked upward to her breast. More roundness and softness. He rubbed her tits, squeezed them and jiggled them. They were firm to his touch, yet delightfully soft and yielding when he squeezed them. And he found, when he gently pinched her nipples, that they were growing hard.

Suddenly he discovered something else. Her cunt was already getting wet. At first he thought it was his imagination, but he kept working his finger in and out of her while he played with her tits with the other hand, and he knew it wasn't his imagination. Her pussy was really wet.

He felt elated all over again. Not only did she have the body of a goddess, not only was she showing the willingness that Vic had promised, but she was easily aroused so her cunt-juices flowed generously. She'd be a hell of a good lay.

Her voice broke in on his thoughts. "Do you want me'to strip you?"

He hesitated. He hadn't really planned on fucking her--not this time, anyway--but he couldn't help thinking of what it would be like to sink his cock in her juicy pussy and he almost changed his mind. Still, it would probably be better to stick to his original plan right now and he could always screw her later.

"No," he answered. "I guess that won't be necessary."

She looked puzzled. "Then--well, what do you want me to do?"

He sat down in a chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, and he was silent for a long minute as he stared again at her naked body. Christ, she was gorgeous! And willing--that was important. But there was still more he had to learn.

He motioned her closer. "Take my prick out."

She squatted between his legs, opened his zipper and slipped her hand inside. He couldn't help the sudden tightening of his stomach muscles as her fingers touched his cock. It took her a moment to work his prick loose because it had already started to get hard, but then she got it free and brought it out in the open.

"Play with it," he told her.

She wrapped her fingers around it and gently stroked it with a touch that made him squirm. And her other hand lifted his balls and lightly toyed with them.

He let out a sigh of satisfaction as he watched her fingers running up and down his cock, making it swell and stiffen even more. Obviously she'd had experience, and she knew what to do with a prick and how to excite a man. And that was important too. That really left just one thing he wanted to find out about her.

"Okay," he said. "Let's see how good a cocksucker you are."

She hesitated for such 'a long moment that he wondered if she was going to refuse. Then he caught the quick look of hatred she shot across the room at Vic and heard her sigh of resignation. It seemed obvious that Vic had some hold on her, some way of forcing her to do what he wanted, but that was no real concern of his. So much the better if the girl could be forced to cooperate. That only made her more ideal for what he had in mind.

If only she was a good cocksucker.

It didn't take him long to decide she was.

After her long moment of hesitation, her tongue slowly crept out of her mouth and flicked against the tip of his prick. It was just a light contact, but tantalizing as hell. He jumped.

She licked ever so gently around his cockhead, then bore down with her tongue, dragging it around the head with a firmer touch.

"That's it, honey!" he groaned. "Lick it--lick it good!"

And she did. As far as he could tell, there wasn't a spot she missed. Her tongue covered every inch of his prick from the tip to the base, and it even poked into the thick tangle of his pubic hair and licked there. First with a light touch, then varying it with more pressure, she covered his entire cock with saliva and he watched his tool become swollen and rigid under the exciting touch of her tongue. Then she shifted to his balls, licking them until they ached, then sucking them one at a time into her mouth and gently washing them, around inside. And after that, she went back to licking his prick again.

He squirmed and let out a long sigh.

Suddenly she opened her lips and let his cockhead slip between them. Her lips were moist and warm. And incredibly soft. Slowly, ever so slowly, her head sank lower and his prick crept into her mouth at an agonizing snail's pace. He tried to drive it in faster by lunging upward with his hips, but she backed off and grunted her disapproval. She seemed to be telling him they were going to do this her way, even if it drove him completely crazy.

He thought again of the hold Vic must have on her and the way she had apparently been ordered to give him a good blowjob. And he had to admit she was certainly following orders.

Man, what a sensation she was going to be! And he was going to be a hero for having found her.

Now his cock was halfway in her mouth and he felt her tongue jab at it. Still her head dropped lower and he stared, fascinated, at the intriguing sight of his thick prick slowly disappearing between her soft lips. Further--still further.

And at last she had his cock buried in her mouth.

He could feel the head jammed against the back of her throat and he didn't see how she could take it that deep. He'd had his prick in other girls' mouths, but he couldn't remember any of them who'd taken it that far in. God, this babe was fantastic!

Then she started to move. First it was her tongue that came to life, bathing and licking all over his cock. And then her head moved, rising up and down in steady strokes that had his prick sliding in and out between her warm clasping lips. At first, the motion of her tongue and head started slowly with a kind of teasing, sensuous rhythm that added to his excitement. But as she kept it up she began to move faster, increasing both the tempo and the action of her tongue and lips, and his cock was being simultaneously licked and sucked at an increasing speed.

He moaned hoarsely. "Jesus, baby--you're the greatest! You're going to be terrific at the party!"

She let his prick slip out of her mouth. "Party? What party?"

He tried to poke his cock between her lips but she turned her head aside.

"What party?" she repeated.

"A bunch of guys--sort of a club I belong to. We have a big wing-ding once a year."

"So what's that got to do with me?"

He grinned. "I'm in charge of the entertainment this year."

"So?"

"So I wanted to try you out to see how you'd be. And like I said, you're going to be terrific!"

"Forget it," she snapped. "I'm not going to your party "

"Yes, you are," said Vic.

She turned and looked across the room at him. "If you think for one minute--"

"You'll go," said Vic. "It's worth five pictures to you."

She blinked. "Five?"

"That's what I said."

"Shit," growled Bert. "I don't know what's with you two and your pictures. All I know is that I've got a hell of a hard-on and I want to get my prick back in your mouth."

"Five pictures," she murmured.

He waved his cock at her. "Suck it, goddamn it!"

She opened her mouth, slipped his prick between her lips and gulped it deep in her mouth.

Her big breasts were dangling, jiggling with her movements. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing and kneading her springy flesh. Her own hand crept up and fondled his balls as she sucked him.

Now her tongue was moving even faster than before and her head bobbed up and down in long hard strokes so his cock almost pulled out from between her lips and then plunged back deep into her mouth. In her cheeks he could see the hollow spots as she sucked.

Suddenly he was at the point of no return. He drew a long shuddering sigh, held it for a second as he trembled on the brink, then let it out in an explosive groan as her lips and tongue shoved him over the edge. Something exploded in his balls and blew a torrent of sperm out the length of his prick. It cascaded into her mouth, one heavy jet after another, until he saw her cheeks billow outward with the load he was pumping into her. Then she swallowed. But as fast as she swallowed there was another spurting flood to fill her mouth again--and another and another. Still she sucked and licked and swallowed until at last the flood died away, slowed to a trickle and finally ceased.

He squeezed her tit once again and leaned weakly back in the chair and gazed at her.

"Christ, yes--honey! You're going to be a sensation at the party!"