Chapter 7
The wailing of sirens made Stephanie aware of the passage of time. She was still stroking her slit with the barrel of the gun, but she wasn't getting close. She wanted to climax before the police came running up the stairs. The stupid cunt of Maria's suspended in the air was still thrashing around. The news photographers are going to have a blast filming this little scene.
If Pasha had only left them alone. She looked at the bleeding corpse. "I told you I'd kill you. Why didn't you leave us alone?"
On the days Stephanie was tied up at the newspaper office, Christy would go to the little park that was just a couple of blocks from their home. It was a typical California park. A splash of grass, a few trees arranged in a vain attempt to show the general public there was still some area left that land developers couldn't steal. This particular park had a section for children, influenced by the T.V. show Dennis the Menace. A cut-out of Dennis overlooked the dragon that kids could climb, and the giant toadstools were for sliding down; and of course, then there were the ever-popular swings.
Coming to the park had almost become a ritual for Christy. The kids all looked forward to seeing her because she would create games for them and then participate in the games as if she were a child herself. Christy would always go early so that there would only be little children to play with. She wanted to avoid the twelve-and thirteen-year-old boys. Not that she thought she would succumb again, but she just felt it better not to tempt fate.
Christy had been playing a guessing game with the children. The kids had to pretend they were some sort of animal and the other children had to guess what animal they were impersonating. At first, Christy didn't pay any attention to the man that was sitting on the bench. She had the feeling she knew him, but from where? It was right in the middle of her turn when she realized who it was. She was pretending to be a giraffe. Her neck was stretched out and she was walking in slow motion, taking long strides and exaggerated arm and leg movements. None of the children could guess, but they kept laughing at how funny she looked. She froze in mid-motion as she realized it was Pasha!
The man beckoned for her to join him. Christy didn't know whether she wanted to or not. Actually, he hadn't done anything wrong. You couldn't hold him responsible for all his guests.
"A giraffe," Pasha shouted.
The children all looked at the man. He flashed that charming smile at them. They checked with Christy to see if the man was right The girl smiled; told them the man was right and that was the end of the game for today. The children groaned as a group, as the pretty lady walked over to the man. Then they scurried to play with the equipment around them.
"You have a way with children," Pasha commented, as the girl sat down beside him.
"It seems strange to see you here," Christy countered. "You don't seem like the park type."
"You're right my dear. All this fresh air is making me a little dizzy. I would feel much more at home with a delicate wine and you draped over a satin couch. That's where you belong, Christy," the swarthy man said in his most seductive manner. "A body like that was created for a different type of playground than we have here."
"That's the most direct proposition I've ever had, Pasha. I would think after the experience at your last party, you would have lost all interest in me."
"Quite the contrary, my dear," Pasha continued as he ran his fingers along the girl's arm. "Many of the men have shown an interest in you and after all, that is my function in life. Bringing men and women together in a happy sexual union."
Christy looked at the man for an instant. Then in her very frank way stated, "You're a pimp!"
Pasha didn't move. He was used to this kind of reaction. "That is a very crude way of stating my occupation." He looked at the girl's soft breasts. "Those are the keys to many treasures for a lovely girl like yourself. Have you ever wanted to have breakfast in New York, lunch in Madrid and supper in Paris? You could have that land of life if you want."
"You hit me where it counts, food!" the girl chided. "I have to go. Steff will be coming home soon, and I have to prepare the meal." As the girl rose to leave, she added, "I think Stephanie would be very angry if I told her about our conversation."
Pasha grabbed the girl's arm before she could leave. "What happens when she tires of you? Do you really think it will last forever? She loves cock. Have you ever watched the way she sucks on a man's joint? She's a man-eater, a real man-eater. The right prick comes her way and you'll be out on your ass!"
"Let go of my arm," Christy warned. "What happened to all that smooth, sophisticated talk? Crawl back to the gutter you came from mister, and leave us alone!"
"Whether you want to or not you're going to be one of my whores! Before I'm done with you, you'll suck any cock I tell you to. We'll stretch that cunt of yours wide enough to fuck a horse."
As Christy turned and walked away from the fuming man, he warned, "Don't mention this conversation to Steff, unless ... unless, you want her to know about your experience with that little boy. You know, the one that made you give up teaching!"
The girl kept on walking, not daring to look back at the awful little man. How could he have found out? Damn! Damn! Damn! What would Steff say if she found out? The troubled girl ran from the park, tears running down her cheeks.
What a body, Pasha thought as he watched the girl running home. She really did turn him on. He had a hard-on! He looked at his tightly drawn pants. He'd have to fuck her a couple of times himself just to get her ready for Jack. That, he was really going to like. It was funny. It was the first time in many years he had got an erection just from sitting next to a girl. Yes, he would enjoy fucking this one very much.