Chapter 3

It was late evening now, and darkness had fallen across the Eastern seaboard. This tame last night, young Vicky Martin had been eating pizza in a checker-clothed hideaway, cozy with Lou Sharpe while the wind and rain howled outside. Now the wind was still blowing, more raw and biting than ever since the rain had stopped and the temperature had fallen, and Vicky was in the ornate bathroom of Senator Blum's luxurious penthouse, just across the river in Arlington.

She'd used the toilet and washed her hands, and at the moment was standing before the marble basin, looking in the gilt-framed mirror while she brushed her blonde hair. Her reflection wavered unsteadily, and she placed one hand on the basin to brace herself. Lord, she was actually drunk! She should never have accepted all those gin-and-tonics before dinner, and the Irish coffee afterwards, but it was too late to cry about it now. She'd just have to be extra careful now, so that Senator Blum didn't think he'd chosen a silly, giggling lush for his new assistant!

She placed her brush back into her purse, then stood still for a moment to take a deep breath and collect her giddy senses. The mirror's image showed her slender body, still dressed in her workaday green dress. The rounded peaks of her nubile breasts stood out defiantly and she could almost see the taut curve of her buttocks where they flowed gracefully into her firm legs, the hemline of her dress having hiked up slightly when she'd raised her arms to brush her hair. Modestly, she smoothed it back down, still feeling nervous that she hadn't been able to rush home and change into more formal, social attire. But the Senator had insisted she go "as is," mentioning table reservations for a particular hour and the fact that La Goelette was very dark and nobody would be inquisitive anyway.

La Goelette had indeed been dark, and the secluded nook with its private table had been almost obsidian. The waiter, decked out in magnificent garb, had held a miniature torch over her while Vicky read the menu-a menu, by the way, which had no prices listed beside the dishes. It was that kind of restaurant, and the food was worth a gourmet's pilgrimage. After the before-dinner drinks had melted her nervousness and she relaxed a bit, she allowed Senator Blum to order escargots (she'd never tried snails before, and found them delicious), salad, and a main course she couldn't identify-it appeared on her plate in thin, dark-red slices suggesting beef, but not looking like anything she'd ever seen before. It was, the Senator explained, fillet of red meat from a plump, year-old duck, completely free of fat, browned, and braised like beef. There were the usual side dishes, then dessert (which she couldn't eat, she felt so stuffed), and the Irish coffee. Because they were in a French restaurant, it came with cognac in it, flaming when presented, then doused and topped with freshly whipped cream.

For all the food she'd eaten, the unwary secretary consumed enough assorted liquor to fill a hollow leg . . . but with her, if d traveled in the opposite direction, going straight up to her head. Still, the alcohol didn't make her sick as it often did, but soothed her tenseness and let her enjoy the feast immensely.

Senator Blum was witty and could converse artfully on a dozen different subjects, and even his slightly risque jokes didn't offend her, but set her laughing delightedly. Away from the pressures of his office, the older man was proving to be urbane and sophisticated, a rapport developing between them very easily. In the taxi afterward, riding to his penthouse apartment, Vicky had to admit she was extremely pleased she'd decided to go along with him tonight. It wouldn't have been healthy to mope around all by herself, becoming more depressed as if her apartment were a tomb. And now, opening the door of the bathroom and stepping into the hall, she reaffirmed that thought, deciding she'd no longer act like an old wet blanket.

Somewhat erratically, she walked back into the living room. It was very wide, and like.the Senator's office, thickly carpeted. There was a glass table with bent chrome legs; a modernistic lamp with three bulbs coming from a single stalk like some flexible-tubing Hydra; a Dali and a Picasso, possibly originals, and a Moore sculpture; low, wide couches and chairs in various fabrics and leathers, and functional Scandinavian cabinetry with lines accentuating their hardwood grains.

Hanging on the inner wall and facing the main cluster of furniture was the room's most dominant feature. It was a huge mirror which, because of its large reflection, seemed to double the room's dimensions. Its thick, massive frame was gilt like the one in the bathroom, but far more ostentatious, with ringlets of rosebuds and vines interwoven with tiny naked cherubs that had outspread wings. The naive young secretary had no way of suspecting that this magnificent work of art was in fact the key to her ultimate ruin. There was no way of telling that the mirror was actually fashioned of two-way glass, and that sitting behind it was the lascivious-eyed countenance of Representative McHugh.

McHugh had made a point of arriving on schedule and, following directions, had cautioned the doorman not to say anything to Blum that might tip the girl off. Then he'd slipped inside the right-hand closet door, and discovered that he was in a small, dark enclosure containing a chair, table, coat hooks, and from his side of things, a picture window into the living room. While he'd been waiting for the Senator and his secretary to make their appearance, the Representative had loaded his expensive camera with the special night film his secretary had purchased, and placed the camera ready on the table. Then he'd swiftly undressed, and had seated himself before the glass, afraid to even touch his quivering, half-erect penis for fear it would ejaculate before the action started. He'd squirmed impatiently, the minutes passing like centuries before the others arrived.

Now, with Vicky back in the living room, McHugh leaned forward in his chair, busily engrossed in her every move. He moistened his lips and pressed his false plate more firmly in his open mouth, trying to stop the heavy panting of his breath. He stared at the innocent and lust-inciting figure of the blonde girl as she walked toward the mirror, and he felt his elderly cock jerk upward into full throbbing rigidity with lewd anticipation. He kept his bulging eyes leveled on her sexy young body while she paused to pat a stray wisp of hair back in place and then turn away from her reflected image, lewdly enjoying the notion that she didn't know he was able to watch her.

Senator Blum was on the other side of the room, standing near the draped windows that overlooked his roof patio and the city lights beyond. He was casually mixing drinks at a long, low credenza, acting as if he'd no knowledge that McHugh was in his special closet, wheezing with burgeoning desire. I hope the old fart goes bananas in there, he thought perversely as he turned to Vicky. His ruggedly mature face remained bland and virtuous as he said: "If it were warm, my dear, we could go outside and admire the stars. Well, perhaps another time for that. Since the weather isn't cooperating, I thought it would be more ah ... comfortable with the curtains shut."

"I agree," Vicky said. "Just looking at the coldness would make me want to shiver."

"This'll warm you up," the older politician replied, putting the final touches on two tall, well-filled glasses. "A specialty of mine during the winter months. I call them my 'Uncles,' because that's what makes anti-freeze! Yaasss."

Vicky groaned audibly at his atrocious pun. "No, please, sir, I've had too much to drink already."

"Nonsense, my dear," Senator Blum retorted cheerfully. "Not after I've gone to all this trouble for you. Now you sit right down there on the couch next to your purse, and we'll get to work in just a moment You like the music I put on?"

"The-?" Then Vicky heard the wafting strains of Percy Faith coming from a set of quadraphonic speakers, and as she sat down on the couch as directed, she said: "Yes, very much. I recognize the tune from a movie I once saw. 'Walk On the Wild Side,' I believe."

"That's right." The Senator ambled over with the drinks, his face lit with an infectious grin as he set them down on the able in front of her. "It's my favorite, after Theme From Summer Place/ Wait a minute-I have to get a few things before we can begin your, ah, lessons."

Vicky watched the white-haired man walk toward a well-stocked bookcase, and automatically she reached forward and picked up her mixed drink, her mind fuddled and lulled by all the liquor which had gone before. Because the rear of the couch was at a slant and too far back for her to comfortably sit up against, she removed her shoes and tucked her legs beneath her. It was an impulsive move, but again, the alcohol had relaxed her so she did it almost without thinking, and the Senator only smiled encouragingly as he glanced her way.

"Cry 'Uncle' yet, my dear?" he said, indicating her untouched drink. His second bad joke prompted her to taste the concoction, and she found it as warming as promised, almost velvety and without the heavy alcohol tartness she normally avoided. She was glad she didn't have to pretend to like the specialty, and she complimented him genuinely on it as he took some small pamphlets from the shelves and came back to her.

Seating himself close to her, Senator Blum turned momentarily serious, his expression one of concern. "Now, Vicky, I told you this afternoon that I can't use a girl who is ah . . . easily upset. You promised me you're not, and I believe you."

His cautionary words caused a little tingle to start in her loins. It was an ambivalent emotion, the combination of apprehension and anticipation which doing something forbidden gives, and she eyed the pamphlets in his hand, murmuring: "Th-that's right, sir. I mean it, too."

"Well, I don't like beating around the bush," he said, placing the pamphlets in her lap. "Plunge right in, fat in the fire, all that sort of thing. These are samples of exactly what I'm investigating-most avidly, I might add-and are part of a well-known series of booklets published as Climax Illustrated. Thousands of men and women buy and read these all over the United States today, and I believe they're as good as any to ah ... introduce you to the field. Yaass."

The booklets were the size and shape of a Reader's Digest, with a cover of a saucily drawn girl winking, the title, series number, and the warning: Adults Only. Vicky couldn't help staring at the cover, provoked by the thought of what luridness might be inside. Her fingers touched the paper cover, her throat suddenly so dry as to feel parched. "You mean that these are... are... ?"

"Exactly, my dear," Senator Blum said smugly. "Why, you have no idea the number of young ladies your age who have whole collections of Climax Illustrated-girls who are so brazen that they don't wear brassieres or even panties, but go around almost naked with the very thinnest of dresses."

"They . . . do?" Vicky took a sip of her drink then, this lewd information forging am evil image in her mind. Lord! To be seen that way, without even panties! But . . . why not? It... it even sounded like it might be fun! Her heart pounded faster as she put the drink down and started to open the top booklet, and then she saw the first picture, and her eyes bulged at the lascivious sight.

"Why... why, this is obscene!"

"The devil's art," Senator Blum agreed, nodding.

The top picture was in full four-color, and obviously taken by a highly skilled photographer. Two people were on a bed: one a handsome, muscular man, and the other a curvaceous brunette no older than Vicky. They were both naked, the man sitting up on his knees over the brunette, and the girl lying on her back with her legs splayed in full view of the camera. The photo showed her desire-moistened vagina, and she had the middle finger of one hand dipping into her lewdly open cunt slit as if she were masturbating for her boyfriend, oblivious of the seeing lens.

Is that how I looked last night on my couch? Vicky asked herself in sudden shock. If Lou had returned would he have seen me the way this man is seeing this girl? And God! Did Lou look this way when he was naked and hovering over me? What a long, hard penis the man has! Was Lou's as large and thick? Oh no. . what am I thinking!

"Turn the page, Vicky." Senator Blum leered. "Turn the page and see what happens. It's like a little story."

"No . . ." The blonde girl choked unconsciously, but her fingers turned the page anyway. Her drunken mind reeled under the double impact of two pictures spread side-by-side to form one long erotic portrait.

The brunette girl was still splayed wantonly on the bed, the left-hand portion almost a close-up of the swollen pink lips of her obscenely displayed pussy. Her curling finger was buried in the warm, wet flesh of her vaginal crevice, plunging deeply up inside the clasping walls of her cunt while her firm white buttocks arched greedily upward for more self-impalement. Squatting over her taut belly was the naked young man, legs on either side, his blood-thick erection in full focus and showing the ridges and veins and the long tube on the underside from where his sperm would soon shoot. Its pulsating, blunt head was burried in the valley between her lush, melon-sized breasts, his hands clutching both tender mounds and squeezing them around his sandwiched cock. His buttocks were clenched, and by the glazed expression of sheer lust on his face, it was evident to Vicky that he was using the brunette's sensitive breasts to masturbate himself.

Vicky gasped at the sheer depravity of the photo, and she shook her head in an attempt to clear her brain, her mind conjuring -up the thought of how she would look fingering herself while a man played with her breasts in order to cum. But her drunken body traitorously refused to deny the sensual qualities of the booklet. She felt a small surge of emphatic pleasure in her belly and a little lower in her vagina, and sensed her panty-covered pubic mound quivering slightly with lewd projections of the pictures.

"There's still more, my dear," Senator Blum said in a low, insinuating tone. "Turn the page...."

"Well, I..."

"You said you wouldn't be shocked, Vicky. Certainly you're not, are you? Certainly you haven't been fooling me."

There was a creeping warmth in his voice, and Vicky knew she was blushing, and that made her all the more embarrassed. Momentarily speechless, she shook her head to indicate she wasn't a prude and could be shown pictures like these, and then took a long drink from her glass, hoping it would still the peculiar tingling beginning deep within her loins. Her employer leaned closer and turned the page for her, and Vicky shuddered involuntarily from what she now saw.

The burgeoning cock was now spewing out its white, cream-like semen in erratic streams, and the naked brunette was receiving the full force of it. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was curled in a blissful smile as the man ejaculated from the tunnel of her breasts, the photo missing nothing: the tiny hole at the end of his penis spitting out its sperm, the thick splashes around her nose and over her cheeks, the lazy dribblings down her eyelids. The girl was being inundated with fresh, virile cum, and she was obviously reveling in it, glorying in it-the way I gloried in Lou's semen while I masturbated last night! This thought seered through Vicky like a lightning bolt, torturing her further as prurient thrills emanated stronger and stronger from her thighs and breasts, deepening the shameful-ness of her own responding emotions.

"They're supposed to make people excited," Senator Blum said in a strangled voice, and when Vicky turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were wide and glittering, glued to the pictures with a wild intensity. "Damned hot! Do they excite you, Vicky? Do they?"

The aroused young secretary opened her mouth and then snapped it shut, afraid to answer him, afraid to admit the truth even to herself. She was dizzy from the strong drinks and disturbed by the wicked churnings in her body, prickles of unwanted arousal stirring in her blood and marrow.

"Do they?" Senator Blum persisted breathlessly. "Do they excite you, my child, just looking at them?"

"Well, I... I ..." She swallowed thickly, still unable to form her denial. "I can see why you don't like them, sir," she managed to say weakly, thinking in terms of his committee's investigations. "They're not right. They're... unnatural!"

"Are they?" he said in an odd tone of voice. "I sometimes wonder, my dear, I sometimes wonder." The white-haired politician cast the first booklet aside, letting it fall to the floor in his haste to open the next one for Vicky's horrified study. "Look at these now, and tell me if you still think that."

Vicky obeyed unquestioningly, unable to avert her eyes from the second series in her lap. The photos showed another bedroom and a different bed, the base of which was pointed directly at the camera. Vicky sucked in her breath as she saw another girl about her age, this one only slightly darker blonde than she, spread-legged on the covers, absolutely naked and unashamed. Kneeling between the up-tilted legs was a young man of perhaps eighteen, from whose hairless loins jutted a stiffened, slender penis much smaller than the penis of the man in the first book, a tautly round scrotum dangling below its youthful base. His immature face was pressed to the older girl's flesh, his lips and tongue sucking around one up-thrusting breast in eager delight. The blonde seductress was writhing beneath the adolescent laving, her hands tangled tightly in his hair and pulling his mouth further upon her pinkly hardened nipple.

Vicky leaned forward, almost dropping her drink, trying to tear her gaze from the picture. Her innocent mind rebelled-to view a boy no older than her little brother still back in Rock Falls, toying with the blatantly exposed body of a girl her own age was almost incestual in its lewdness! 74 The mixture of different drinks bubbled through her veins, killing the shocked blonde's conscience and sweeping away the initial revulsion as Senator Blum turned the page again. "It seems to me I remember you mentioning you had a brother," he whispered to her with a devilish smile. "A little brother about seventeen or eighteen?"

"Y-yes, sir," Vickey answered thickly. She knew she should avert her eyes in disgust and abhorrence, but she couldn't. She had to look, the obscene photos mesmerizing her. "H-his name is Robby and he ... he just turned eighteen last month."

"Does he look like this boy?" the older man asked insidiously.

"Hobby's a little thinner, and his hair isn't as curly. B-but yes, sir. They're quite . . . quite a lot alike."

"When they're naked, Vicky? When Robby is naked, does he look like this boy, his young penis about the same size when he's excited?"

Vicky couldn't help the moan which welled up in her constricted throat. "Oh please, sir! D-don't say things like that! I've never seen Robby naked and with an erection!"

"Never... ?"

"H-hardly ever," she blurted, shame-faced and confused. "B-but only when he was a baby and I had to change him, when it couldn't be helped! Not when ... when ..." "Of course, my dear, of course," Senator Blum replied in a soothing voice, syrupy with false understanding. "And of course a good girl like you never ever thought of your brother this way, the way this boy is acting in the pictures."

"Oh God, oh God, no!" she gasped. "No! How sick!"

Yet if the twenty-year-old blonde had never dreamed of her brother naked and aroused in bed with her, the sight of the lewd booklet and Senator Blum's obscenely implied suggestions caused her to think of it now. The other photos showed the naked youngster working his older "sister" to a fevered pitch, her mouth open in ecstatic delight while his beardless face hovered over her rippling belly, inches from the pale, curling hair of her pubic mound. There was a snap of his slim fingers pressing down on the flat plane of her stomach while his thumbs lay against the fleshy, hairlined lips of her cunt . . . followed by another depicting his hands parting the soft curls and exposing the moist red slit of the girl's welcoming vagina. The dainty pink bud of her clitoris was clearly visible just above the stretched elastic opening of her pussy . . . and the next page showed the boy's wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the nakedly exposed flesh around it.

The blonde in the booklet, too similar to Vicky for the virgin secretary to deny, was photographed next in her delirious rapture. Her naked, lithe form was depicted jerking as if struck by electrical currents, and her legs were pictured clamped tightly around his head, her soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Senator Blum kept turning the pages and lecherously pointing out the obscene details, while Vicky's mind whirled drunkenly, mystically connecting herself with the pictures. A warm, heavy pulse of sexual arousal started throbbing unwantedly down between her own innocent thighs, and she felt the panty-enclosed crevice of her cunt twitching with spontaneous excitement. She squeezed her buttocks and legs together, determined to force the involuntary stimulation from burning her flesh any further.

"N-no more, sir," she whimpered. "I don't want to see any more. They're worse than the first ones. They're like animals, doing that together!"

"Doing what?" Senator Blum asked unexpectedly, a bemused expression crossing his face as he heard his secretary's consternation.

"Well . . . well, you know," Vicky stuttered miserably.

"Cunnilingus is its proper name," he said softly. "But in your new position, you'll hear lots of other, more earthy names given to it." Alexander Blum shifted closer to his visibly disturbed secretary, casually placing one arm-behind her while he talked. "You're old enough and brave enough to discuss these things like an adult ... and as you intimated in my office, Vicky, you're educated in the ways of the world. I don't believe any girl as pretty as you, and with the number of boyfriends I'm sure you've had, could tell me she hasn't been excited sexually."

Vicky trembled slightly as she felt the heat of Senator Blum's nearness, and took another eager swallow of the drink to bolster her fading courage. "N-no, sir," she heard herself admit. "I ... I've been excited. I'm not frigid."

"Naturally you're not, my pet. You're a very warm and sensuous young woman. So you know as well as I do that when in the throes of passion, there are things you want to do which you'd never consider any other time. Like this," he said softly, tapping the picture with one fingernail. 'Haven't you ever desired to have your cunt sucked?"

"Why-!" His crude use of words burned her ears, and she crimsoned several shades as she tried to control her obvious embarrassment. When he said there was other, more earthy slang for cunnilingus, he wasn't joking! But it was just a test of his-it was all a test to see if she could take being his assistant- and she decided to ignore his blunt obscenities. "Why, no I haven't. I ... I don't think any self-respecting woman would allow a man to... to love her that way!"

"Don't be too sure, my dear. You're in for a surprise at what people-normal people-do and say. If I haven't learned anything else in my years as Senator, I've learned that sex is a very strong emotion. The next booklet has even a better example of what I mean."

The second Climax Illustrated was discarded and the third was opened, Blum's thick fingers plucking at the cover while Vicky sat afraid and yet curious as to what new perversion it might contain. "Oh!" she breathed when she caught her first glimpse of the new series. "Oh, I don't believe it!"

"Seeing is believing," the Senator retorted, "and this time you're seeing fellatio!"

It was a woman's face, her glistening, red-lipsticked mouth tightly circling a man's hardened penis. Vicky finished the last of her drink in a single large gulp, feeling some of her composure returning as the warm liquid hit her stomach, the air feeling as if knocked from her lungs by the lewdness of the older couple in the photos. She'd heard whispered secrets of women who did this to men, but she'd never expected to actually view anyone performing it!

"You see what can happen," Senator Blum rhapsodized. "Look at their faces, Vicky, especially the woman's. See how she's enjoying his thick hard cock in her mouth, how she loves the taste of him. You must admit she is, my dear, mustn't you?"

"Oh Lord, oh Lord," Vicky groaned, her eyes absorbing every lurid detail. The woman's mouth was stretched so wide Vicky wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous shaft. It was huge, and the girl's soft, full lips were hungrily locked around it as if never wishing to let go. Yes . . . yes, the Senator was right, Vicky haplessly agreed. And God help her, she'd never experienced such intense pleasure; she'd never allowed herself to be worked up into such a state of sexual ferment as that woman and all the other naked people in this colorful series were in! Lord, how she must have felt when her picture was snapped, her entire mouth filled with that throbbing, hard penis! I've never felt that way. What would it be like... ?

Vicky could feel increasing heat flowing moistly between her tightly pressed thighs, and she squirmed uneasily as Senator Blum's hands lightly brushed around her waist. When he offered her the rest of his drink, she accepted the glass without thinking and automatically relaxed against his muscular, enveloping shoulder. He stroked the tender flesh of her upper hip and buttocks with fingers as gentle as feathers, and she made no protest, thinking to herself: It feels good and comforting, and it doesn't hurt anything. She downed some of the Senator's drink, attempting to cool some of the warmth the sucking woman's passion had transferred to her own mind.

"And look, Vicky, look at this/' the villainous politician urged, flipping the pages with his other hand. "Now she's being made love to. Now she's being fucked, and isn't she adoring it? Isn't she, my dear?"

"Yes, oh she is!" Vicky confessed against her will, shocked to hear her own words while she continued staring at the pictures. The naked woman was flat on her back, her shapely white legs splayed wide apart and the man lying between them, his gigantic hardness stuck all the way in her fleshy cunt. The camera angle highlighted his thickly spearing penis disappearing into the hair-fringed lips between her thighs; only a small red portion of it was left visible, wet and gleaming from her saliva and secretions.

A ripple of forbidden sensation coursed through the blonde virgin secretary as she pondered the size of his rock-hard cock, for it was obviously much larger than Lou's erection had been last night. She couldn't help involuntarily clasping her legs together as she considered what it would feel like to have something that big and rigid skewering her tender vagina. Guilty at her erotic thought, she quickly scanned the next lewd picture- only to gasp out loud as the Senator's hand came up to rest on her thinly covered breast!

The young girl froze momentarily from the unexpected pressure against the front of her dress. Recovering, she tried to hold him back, but he ignored her feeble defense and kneaded the softness of her breasts beneath her brassiere, teasing their sensitive nipples into hardness, his fingers caressing gently the jutting mounds one after another, until both were pulsing and aching. The unwanted secretions trickling from between her vaginal lips were wetting her panties now, and she could feel the warm wetness against the soft flesh of her inner thighs just as she had last night with her boyfriend Lou.

"D-don't, sir!" she weakly protested. "Oh, don't do that to me, Senator Blum!"

"Hush now, my child," he whispered fervently in her ear. "You're like the girls in the booklets, wanting to be loved, loving to be wanted. You like me to hold you this way, you know you do. Why fight it?"

"I don't want it! I don't!" She groaned helplessly in the older man's powerful arms, but her denials seemed to have no effect on him. Blum continued to squeeze and knead her throbbing breasts while she stared at the obscene pictures in her lap. The muscles in her straining body were taut as bow strings as she reacted unwillingly to the maddening fondling of the Senator's hand on her breasts and the lust-inciting photos of the naked man buffeting a writhing woman with his cruelly spearing cock. The woman's eyes were glazed with an ecstatic film of animal arousal, its very rawness bringing a further moan to Vicky's lips, and she shivered fearfully as she heard more lewd words being whispered into her ears.

"See there, Vicky? See how she's being fucked?" Senator Blum cupped her palpitating breasts, giving a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipples and sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting through her belly. Vicky had to clamp her lips tightly together to keep from mewling a helpless sigh aloud, and then his tongue flicked moistly into her ear, causing her to squirm deeper into his enveloping embrace.

"See?" the corrupting Senator taunted, turning another page. "Now the woman's got her long white legs wrapped around his waist, so her cunt's wide open and he can fuck that prick of his deep up into her belly until she can damn near taste it!"

"Oh God, Senator Blum, you're saying awful things!" Tears began welling in her pleading eyes. She could hear his hot, panting breath as he held her close, so close that as she moved, she could feel his loins press against her upper thigh. She sensed the lewd bulge in his trousers, a stiffness growing and brushing lewdly along her hip when he leaned into her with growing agitation, and shamefully, she realized that he'd become aroused, his penis as hard as the one she saw in the photos.

Oh Lord, his own booklets had excited him beyond reason! This was the worst possible thing that she could imagine, and the naive girl fought even more desperately to extricate herself from her employer's passionate embrace. But it was in vain, and she found her body slowly yielding to the urgent pressure of his grasping hands upon her breasts, and the grinding touch of his hardening loins against her squirming thighs. She battled the tempting sensations with all her strength, knowing that it was wicked to be responding this way to a United States Senator while gazing lasciviously at a lapful of filthy pictures. She had to fight . . . but if she resisted too strongly, she might infuriate Senator Blum and lose her new promotion! Worse, the amorous politician seemed to sense her hesitancy and confusion, knowing he had her in a position in which she hardly dared fight back, and he was taking full advantage of it!

Still she fought to regain control. "Senator!" she mewled half hysterically. "Please, sir, let go!" She wrenched away from his grasp, tearing his hand painfully from the softness of her breast. "I ... I think I've seen enough pictures! I ... we have to stop now!"

"Hardly, my child!" he hissed zealously, clutching for her again. "We've barely begun!"

His knowing fingers eased gently across her tingling breasts again, and the hardness of his swelling penis once more slid along the cringing flesh of one shivering thigh. Vicky was more beside herself than ever with the growing mixture of fear, shame, and smoldering lust which the combined obscenities around her were kindling in her impressionable young body. The liquor fumed through her veins, intensifying the unsatisfied desires that were rising through her loins against her will.

"Ohhh, sir! No more, no more!" she whimpered, feeling lewdly delicious sensations ripple through her sensitive loins. "I'm not that kind of girl!" she protested, remembering with humiliation that she'd said the same futile words to Lou the night before. "No one ... I mean, I'm not...!"

"Ahhh, a virgin?" Senator Blum chuckled cynically. "I thought the species was extinct. Well, a first time for everything-and everybody, yaass!"

His trembling young secretary jerked spasmodically when she felt his other hand sliding sinuously around her waist and up along her back to gently pluck at her dress zipper. "Ohhh, this is awful!" she sobbed, all too conscious of her slowly gathering surrender to his insidiously tantalizing seduction. She moaned and tried once more to pull away, using the last of her willpower to overcome the strange, unwholesome temptations that were building stronger in the hollow pit of her belly-but her awkward motion only aided the Senator in unzipping her dress. She leaned forward while he tugged downward, and as a result her green woolen dress parted easily along her spine from the nape of her neck to the beginning swell of her panty-clad buttocks.

Vicky gasped and held her breath, an electrifying shock surging across her naked skin as she felt the room's warm air flow across her bare back. "Senator Blum!" she whined, squirming back on the couch and hunching her shoulders defensively as he tried to pull the dress from around her arms. "Oh, Senator, what's gotten into you tonight?"

"My child, it's what's going to get into you tonight that counts!" he chortled lewdly, yanking with erratic, lust-eager fingers. "Come on, come on, help me get your dress off!"

Tears of humiliation and torment cascaded freely down her cheeks as, to her horror, young Vicky found herself submitting to his impatient demand. She was hot and wet between her thighs, her ripely fleshed hips beginning to undulate while she allowed the Senator to pull her dress all the way down her front and bunch it in her lap. Her tautly aching breasts were barely concealed from his passionate eyes by the thin, sheer netting of her exposed brassiere, and the pile of inciting pamphlets was dumped on the floor, spreading open as they fell to show various obscene poses of sexual abandonment.

"Now up, up with your ass!" Senator Blum rasped hoarsely. "I can't fuck you with your clothes on, y'know!"

His lewd command burned through her liquor-filled mind, suddenly filling her with terror and dread and the sober realization that he desired to despoil her. It was too shattering for the terrified young blonde to take, and hysterically she cried: "No! No, I won't let you!" Panicked, she leaped up, clutching her open dress tightly to her naked belly, almost mindless in her need to escape the Senator's predatory hands. "Noooo ...!"

Blum gave one sharp bark of laughter, flinging himself at his fleeing secretary. He grabbed her bare arm, twisting her off balance and wrenching her back toward him. Vicky fell on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, landing heavily on her buttocks, her sprawl cushioned only by the thick carpet and the scattered pile of Climax Illustrated booklets. The wind was knocked savagely from her lungs, and her dress slipped from her hands, sliding still lower and more revealingly around her hips.

"Oh God, Senator! Oh please don't!" she pleaded as she saw the passion-enraged older man reach down for her. But her supplications were swept aside as, brutally, Blum caught the hem of her dress and whipped it from around her trembling hips and buttocks.

Without giving her an instant to collect her reeling senses, he flung the green material from him and hooked two fingers in the elastic support between the twin cups of her brassiere. He tugged and the metal fasteners were torn from the material, and her brassiere came free, to be thrown in the general direction of her dress. Vicky's full, nubile breasts were bared to Senator Blum's greedy eyes, their tiny pink nipples springing into defensive hardness from the humiliation of having been stripped naked.

"No, no, oh God no . . ." she moaned, her head flailing from side to side on the carpet. The smooth velvet-like softness of her skin was unblemished and exposed, entirely naked other than for a white lace garter belt, a pair of sheer nylon stockings, and a thin pair of white silken panties that stretched tightly over her quivering thighs. Curly tufts of her golden pubic hair protruded from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands, the rounded cheeks of her fear-clenched buttocks quaking fearfully under the Senator's lust-crazed stare.

"Like everything else in Washington, my child," he whispered menacingly down at her, "there's a time for negotiation, and a time for action. Yaass!"

Vicky was half-wild with horror and shame now. Even the deadening effects of the liquor could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was happening to her. She moaned tormentedly as she felt the heated touch of the Senator's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He knelt beside her on the carpet, rounded his fingers over the curving globes of her breasts and tweaked her nipples painfully, then slid his hands almost reverently down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. She could see the politician's rheumy eyes gleaming with inflamed longing as he cupped the full-swelling ripeness of her hips and squeezed at her tender inner thighs.

Then with sudden impatience, he drew his fingers up to the elastic waistband of her panties and began to peel the flimsy white nylon down over the curves of her loins. She tried to hold herself flat on the floor, bitter tears trickling from her eyes, but when the thin material caught in the crevice of her tightly clenching buttocks, he gave a cruel jerk, ripping the panties from her in useless shreds.

"Well leave on your garter belt and stockings," he decided in a panting voice, his gasps having a wheezy quality to them as if he were laboring with an asthma attack. "It ... it excites me more that way! Somehow . . . somehow it strikes me as being more lewd than if you were completely stripped! Ah . . . but now it's my turn to strip, my little filly!"

Vicky pressed herself against the carpet, frozen with disbelief as she watched the distinguished Senator tearing at his shirt and tie. How could he be so crude, so vile and obscene to her, when all the time before he'd been so decent and respectable? Oh Lord, it was clear now that tonight had been a trap! He'd lured her here on the pretext of a promotion, filling her full of liquor and erotica until she was mindless with temptation, and she doubted that there'd ever been or ever would be a new job as he promised! How blind she'd been! How corrupt he was underneath his suave exterior!

Senator Blum was unbuckling his pants now, his tight pair of undershorts bulging out from the pressure of his hardened cock. Vicky wanted to shut her eyes and blot out this lewd horror, but she was too frightened that he would attack her without her knowing it. It took but a second until he was entirely naked, his thick, rigidly pulsing penis jutting out from beneath his pudgy abdomen like the menacing shaft of a blunt spear. With an obscene grin on his handsomely mature face, he began stroking the huge fleshy shaft back and forth, taunting her further by asking lewdly: "Am I as good as the ones in the booklets, my child?"

He was a sadist at heart, and she stared at him like a trapped insect, the lustful glint growing in his eyes as he gloated over the contorted expression of paralyzing fear which crossed her own features. Against her will, her gaze steadied on the massively throbbing penis he was holding in his hand, and in spite of her repulsion, she wondered how a woman could take such a girth inside her belly. Lord, it was monstrous!

Senator Blum started kneeling between her legs, reveling in the horror the size of his erection was producing in his virgin secretary. "Now it's time, Vicky," he hissed. "Now it's lime for me to show you your new position! Yaass."

"D-don't touch me, you beast!" Vicky finally managed to stutter through her drunken fright. She knew in her heart that there would be no mercy, no escape for her. Senator Blum had shown himself for what he was, a satyr, and he was bent on ravishing her helplessly innocent body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it! She tried to twist away from him but he was too strong and all she could do was writhe beneath his naked muscular frame in futile resistance. She cried out in terror, beating her fists on his head and shoulders, but he clamped her arms tightly to the carpet, hovering over her as he inserted one knee between her firmly clenching legs.

Again she tried to close her thighs and fight her way free, but there was no escape from the determined older politician, and he pried her legs relentlessly apart. Senator Blum had the leverage, and soon her inner muscles tired and slackened, and she felt her thighs being remorselessly widened. He wedged his other knee between the soft insides of her legs and gradually pushed outward until she was twisting weakly on the floor, arms and legs spread-eagled and pinned immobile. Overpowered, she could only lay captive beneath his brutish, heavily breathing body and watch his moist red tongue circle his smirking lips in eager anticipation of her coming rape.

"You don't like fucking, you said. Remember?" Blum grinned evilly down into his young secretary's fear-contorted face. "Well, my child, don't knock it until you've tried it ... and now it's time for you to try it!"

And with that, the naked Senator began lowering himself down upon Vicky's cowering flesh.