Chapter 8
Judy sighed. "I guess my idea about the map wasn't such a good one."
"It just doesn't fit. R49 isn't anywhere near L6, no matter what kind of a map you use." I motioned with my hands. "Hell, one of them is here and the other one's way over there."
She-was suddenly excited. "Maybe that's it!"
"What?"
"The way you moved your hands then-it looked like you were drawing a line between the two points"
"So we draw a line between R49 and L8. So what?"
"Maybe when we get the next clue, there'll be another line that crosses this one. And where the two lines cross-well, it's like X marks the spot."
I shook my head. "In order to draw another line that would cross the first one, we'd need two more reference points on the map. But we only have one more clue. So with just one more reference point on the map, there's no way to get a second line that would cross the first one."
She nodded glumly. "I see what you mean. Okay, so we'll scratch the map theory. What's left?"
"The combination to a lock."
"And you mentioned a code."
"I mentioned it but-no, I don't buy the idea of a code."
"Why not?"
"There's no indication at all of how the code is set up-what the letters and numbers stand for. And without something to go on-my God, you could be an old woman before we cracked the damn code and you found the thing Russ left for you."
She thought about it. "I guess so. Well, what about the combination to a lock? If you tear that idea apart, we haven't got much left, you know."
I grinned. "I'm not tearing it apart. I think that's what it is."
Now she was excited again. "Really?"
"It looks like it. R49-L6. Right to number 49, then left to number 6. I'll bet the next one is an R-right to another number. Yeah, I think it's the combination to a lock."
"And we need the third number."
"Yeah. So what the hell does 1814 Baker Central mean?"
"Make a guess,"
"Are you kidding? You're so damn smart and could figure out what the stupid Zymm meant, let's see you come up with an idea about 1814 Baker Central."
She got a smug look on her face. "I already have an idea."
I grunted. "A smart ass broad. Okay, what's your bright idea?"
"I think it's an address-1814 Baker Street in Central City."
"Central City? Jesus Christ, that's at the other end of the state!"
"I know. And that's what gave me the idea. I remember a few times when Uncle Russ had to go there on business."
It seemed to fit. Especially in Central City. Although I didn't see why he couldn't have left his third clue here in the city instead of going so damn far away with it. I didn't feel like driving all that distance so I called the airport and made a plane reservation for the next day.
And that had a good result and one that seemed somewhat on the questionable side.
It was good because Judy agreed it wasn't worth the expense of both of us flying to Central City. That meant I didn't have to face the hassle of whether she was going with me or not. And if-as seemed probable-there was a girl in Central City who had a tattoo practically in her pussy, I was glad Judy was staying home.
But on the other hand, since I wasn't leaving until the next day, that meant an evening at home with Judy. And in Judy's mind, an evening at home had only one purpose. Sex. If things had been normal I couldn't have been more enthusiastic about the whole idea, but things weren't exactly normal. I'd been screwing girls all over town in my efforts to find Russ's clues, and I'd been sort of looking forward to a relaxing evening when I could give my cock a chance to recuperate.
I have to admit, though, that the thought of recuperation completely disappeared from my mind before too late in the evening. Judy saw to that. I was reading the paper when she came waltzing downstairs and I took one look at her and forgot everything else.
She was wearing a blouse and skirt. Which probably sounds harmless enough until you hear the rest of the details.
In the first place, the blouse was a see-through job. Not one of those things where you can see a little something if you strain your eyes and use your imagination. Hell, no. You strained your eyes with this one but you didn't have to use any imagination at all, because the damn blouse couldn't have been any more transparent if it had been made of cellophane.
And of course she wasn't wearing a bra under it.
Her big ripe breasts were as fully visible as if they were completely bare. They quivered and jiggled with every step she took, and when she stood in front of me her pink nipples pointed at me like twin fingers.
And in the second place, there was that skirt of hers. You take the shortest skirt you ever saw on a girl and picture what it would be like if it got wet enough to shrink. Then cut a couple of inches off it besides. Now you know what Judy's skirt was like. Any bending or anything at all that hiked it up even the slightest amount, and I knew for sure I'd be looking at her cunt or her ass. Unless she was wearing panties, which I doubted like hell.
"Christ!" I gulped. "Where'd you get that outfit?"
"I bought it today-just for you. Do you like it?"
"You think I'm crazy? Of course I like it!"
"I guess you're really supposed to wear a bra under the blouse, but I like it better without one. And I got the blouse a few sizes too small so it'd be good and tight-just in case you hadn't noticed."
I'd noticed. She took a deep breath and arched her back, and her tits seemed to swell until I didn't see how the blouse could stand the strain. Her nipples punched against the fabric as if they were going to poke right through.
She grinned. "Do you like the view this way?"
She hoisted her skirt a few inches. Hell, a few inches was more than enough. like I'd figured, she wasn't wearing any panties and I was looking at the lovely patch of blonde hair on her pussy.
"Or do you like the rear view better?" she asked.
Still holding her skirt up, she swung around with her back toward me. Now I was staring at her soft I rounded ass.
She laughed at the way my eyes must have been popping, then skipped over and sat on my lap. The way she was sitting, with her back toward me and her legs straddling mine, her skirt was forced almost up to her waist.
"A skirt this short is very useful," she said. "Not only does it show off my legs, but it makes other things easier too. Here-I'll show you what I mean."
She wiggled around, half lifting herself off my lap, and I felt her tugging at my zipper. Then her hand snaked inside and in a moment she had my prick out.
She pretended to be surprised. "It's starting to get stiff!"
"What'd you expect, with you dressed like that?"
My prick wasn't real stiff yet, though it wasn't exactly limp either. But she fondled and stroked it with her soft fingers and rubbed it gently against the incredible smoothness of her inner thighs, and it wasn't long at all before she had it the way she wanted it and it speared rigidly upward between her thighs. Then she squeezed it tightly on her cunt. For a long minute she held it there, my cock tingling and throbbing against her crotch. Then she-began to rub it up and down against her pussy, and with each stroke the head rode over her hard clit.
She wiggled again and lifted her ass off my lap, guiding my swollen prick to her cuntlips.
She giggled. "I told you that short skirt made it easy. I don't even have to take it off to get screwed."
She moved slightly until she was properly positioned, then lowered her hips a bit. The head of my cock slipped into her pussy. She lowered herself further, moving very slowly as if she wanted to prolong the process, and her cunt swallowed a little more of my prick. Her body sank lower-lower. She sat with her head thrown back, breathing harshly through parted lips. She dropped still lower. And then she was down all the way, silting on my thighs. My cock was in as far as it could go and she sat motionless, impaled on it.
Now she started to move. Lifting her body up and down, she alternately pulled her clasping cuntlips almost free of my prick, then dropped back again to drive it far up inside of herself. I groaned, putting my hands under her ass to help lift her up and down. For a long time she kept it up, her tight wet pussy working me up to a fever pitch. And she gradually increased her tempo, bouncing up and down faster and harder all the time, until I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached the limit.
Again she raised her body and slammed it down on my cock. Up and down-up and down. Once more her hips lifted, and almost as if she knew I was close to the peak, she held her body suspended this time. Just the tip of my prick remained in her cunt and she kept it there as she swung her ass in circles and jiggled lightly up and down with motions so my cockhead was teased by swirling around the entrance to 'her pussy and alternately slipping in and out.
It was more than I could stand.
"Jesus Christ!" I moaned.
Frantically I drove my prick up into her, and then everything happened at once. I guess it was the force of my hard upward lunge into her cunt that sent her over the edge. She let out a sharp gasp and slammed herself downward at me-at the precise instant that I drove upward at her in another hard lunge. Our bodies met with a loud slap and I felt my plunging cock sink to the very depths of her pussy. It was as if that triggered a gigantic earthquake somewhere inside both of us-an earthquake that released a tremendous flood. Her warm juices bathed my prick at the same time that my heavy jets of come poured into her cunt.
When it was finally over she sat on my wilting cock a while longer before she twisted around to kiss me. Then she grinned.
"That skirt makes it so easy," she said, "I think I'll have to wear it more often."
I could only nod weakly, I hadn't done much recuperating during my evening at home.
But she let me sleep through the night without putting any further strain on my prick, and I had more time to recuperate the next day on the flight to Central City. In spite of the sexy stewardess. And the chick across the aisle from me who was intent on showing her legs. I wanted to tell her that even though her skirt was short enough to show a lot, it still couldn't equal that skirt of Judy's.
It was evening by the time I got settled in a hotel in Central City and freshened up a bit. Then I went outside and hailed a cab.
"1814 Baker Street," I told the driver.
He shot away from the curb like he was afraid. I might change my mind and get out to look for a different cab. Still accelerating, he went through a yellow light at the first corner and managed to beat two cars starting up from ..the cross street. Then when traffic thinned out and there was no one he could threaten to run down, he half turned to talk over his shoulder.
"Visiting in town?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just briefly."
"Convention?"
"No. Private business."
He nodded. "I should have figured that. You don't look like the convention type. I meet all kinds of people, you know? Sort of a hobby of mine to figure 'em out. You look kind of relaxed, so I'd say business went well today, huh?"
"As a matter of fact, I just flew in and I haven't had a chance yet to see about my-uh-business."
He chuckled. "That's the way to do it, all right. Arrive the night before and have a night on the town before you get to work."
"Well, not exactly. You're taking me on my business call right now."
"Are you kidding me, Mac? Jesus, I should be so lucky and do my business in a whorehouse!"
"Whorehouse?"
"You wanted 1814 Baker Street-right?"
"Right."
"Well, that's Betsy's whorehouse. A small private place, but one of the best in town."
"Oh, for Christ's sake!"
He twisted around to look at me. "You mean you didn't know?"
I'd assumed, of course, that wherever Russ had left his third clue there was going to be a girl involved. Only I hadn't expected that I'd have to search through a whole whorehouse full of girls.
But I managed to sound casual. "Yeah, sure I knew."
He turned again and winked at me, "If you want my advice, ask for Babette. Jesus, what a cock-sucker!"
"Thanks for the tip."
He hesitated a moment. "Hey, Mac, I shouldn't stick my nose in but-well, you're a stranger in town and if you've never been to Betsy's before, you may have trouble getting in."
"How come?"
"They're fussy. Don't want any trouble, I guess. You can't get in unless you're recommended by a customer."
"Then I guess I'm in luck. It was a customer who sent me here."
That satisfied the cab driver, but I wondered if it was going to satisfy Betsy. The recommendation of a dead customer might not carry as much weight as that of a live one. But there was only one way to find out.
Betsy met me at the door. At least I assumed it must be Betsy. She was a little too plump for my taste and she was very wary as she surveyed me.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Hi. I'm Marty Nolan, Russ Crawford sent me."
I've been told the confident approach always works the best. I don't know about always, but it worked this time because her manner changed immediately.
"Well, come on in!" she cried.
I was ushered through a small foyer and into a living room, where there were five girls variously occupied in reading or watching TV. A couple of them were wearing bikinis, one was attractively draped in a semi-transparent negligee, and the other two wore a shortie nightie kind of thing with bra and panties underneath.
"Girls," said Betsy, "this is Marty. He's a friend of Russ Crawford's."
I got a brief glance from each one, and apparently they decided I was less interesting than the magazines they were reading or the private eye who was chasing a crook up a fire escape on the TV.
"You're in luck," Betsy told me. "It's early in the evening, so none of the girls are occupied yet. That means you get your choice of anyone at all."
I eyed the girls appreciatively and wondered how in hell Russ had intended for me to pick out the right one. He couldn't have expected me to screw all five of them to find his damn clue. And I couldn't just walk in here and ask, "Which one of you has a tattoo next to her cunt?"
I hesitated so long Betsy got anxious.
"You don't like any of the girls?" she-asked.
"I like all of them," I assured her. "That's why it's so hard trying to pick just one."
"You want two girls at once? One can suck your prick while the other one licks your balls. It's quite a way to go."
I knew. I'd been through that with Ellen and Pearl, and I didn't think I was really up to it again so soon. Besides, a better way of choosing a girl had suddenly occurred to me.
"Tell you what," I said. "Russ Crawford spoke so highly of your establishment, that I'll take the same girl he usually took."
She nodded. "Good idea." She called across the room. "Shirley!"
The girl in the semi-transparent negligee unwrapped herself from a chair and came across the room. She was a tall willowy blonde, built on the slim side. In fact, the way the negligee hung loosely on her body, it gave me the impression she might almost be considered scrawny.
She led me down a hall and into a bedroom, and closed the door behind us. Then she casually slipped off her negligee.
She wore nothing under it and she was naked.
Now I saw I'd been wrong in my impression of the way she was built. She was slim, but not scrawny. Her hips were narrow, almost boyish, and there could have been a little more meat on her ass. Her breasts weren't very big but they were nicely shaped, widely spaced on her chest with a jaunty tilt to them. All in all, I suppose you'd say she wasn't the stunningly gorgeous kind of girl you'd turn and gawk at if you passed her on the street, but standing there naked she had a body that was attractively female and you didn't mind looking at it at all.
She almost seemed to be reading some of my thoughts.
"Well, is it okay?" she asked.
"Is what okay?"
"My body. Maybe you're like some other guys who think I'm too skinny and my tits are too small."
"Too skinny for what? I didn't know a girl's ability to fuck had anything to do with her weight. And I don't see anything wrong with your tits either."
She grunted. "Well, take your clothes off and let's get on with it."
I studied her for a minute. "Why do you work here if you hate it so much?"
"What says I hate it?"
"Well, I kind of got that impression."
She sighed. "No, I don't hate it-just a little bored with it, I guess. I used to love sex. And every once in a while some guy comes along and makes me love it all over again. But in between those times -well, most men just want to stick it in and bang away and it's easy for a girl to get bored under those circumstances." She sighed again, then suddenly smiled. "But what the hell-you didn't come here for conversation, did you?"
She pasted a professionally friendly look on her face and swayed toward me. I suppose there was no reason I really had to screw her. I mean, she was a whore-a female body for rent-and I'd paid the price and bought the use of her body, so I was entitled. But I hadn't really come here for sex. I could have put her on the bed, spread her legs and examined her crotch for a tattoo. And I could have let it go at that.
I could have. But I didn't.
For two reasons.
Reason number one was the fact that she'd been standing there naked while we talked. So maybe you don't have sex on your mind when you meet a girl but if she stands naked in front of you, you damn well will have sex on your mind before too long.
And reason number two was that she stepped close and came hard against me, pressing her body tightly to mine. Her small firm breasts were crushed on my chest and I could feel the points of her nipples through my shirt, Her voice had a professional seductiveness as she purred in my ear.
"I'm all naked for you, lover. Don't you think you ought to get naked too?"
Then she wiggled her hand between our pressing bodies to my crotch and rubbed my prick.
Her eyes widened slightly. "God, what have you got in there?"
With her hand on my cock, there wasn't any question about it now. I was going to screw her. When a girl undresses for me and feels my prick, there's only one thing to do.
I peeled off my clothes.
As I dropped my shorts, she opened her eyes wider and fastened them on my cock.
"Look at the size of it!" she murmured. "And it's still soft, too. How big does it get when it's hard?"
"You'll find out damn soon."
"Maybe-just maybe-this is going to be one of those times. Come on over here!"
She lost her professional look and her boredom as she tugged me to the bed. She sat on the edge and held my prick in her hand while she gazed at it for a long moment.
"Oh, you lovely cock!" she breathed. "You and I are going to have fun together! A lot of girls say the size of a prick doesn't make any difference to them, but it does to me. Just the sight of a big cock turns me on! And there's nothing that feels better than a real big one inside of me, filling my pussy and poking way up into me!"
She stroked my prick and caressed it, and her touch was experienced and exciting. Then she held it against her face and rubbed her smooth cheek back and forth on it until it tingled like crazy. Her tongue flicked out to tease the head and she licked around the end and up and down on the sensitive underside. And finally she opened her lips and took my cock in her mouth.
At first she was motionless, just holding it there as if she enjoyed the feel of it in her mouth. Hell, she wasn't the only one who enjoyed it. To me, there's nothing quite like the sensation of having your prick deep in a girl's mouth and there isn't much that gets me more aroused than that does.
Then her head finally began to move. Slowly, very slowly, she lifted it up and down. Her soft wet lips crept excitingly up the length of my cock to the very tip. There they nibbled briefly around the head until she reversed her direction and gradually sucked my prick back into her mouth again. After a while she increased her speed slightly, her head raising and falling in a gentle steady rhythm. And while she sucked, she used her hands too. As my cock pulled free of her mouth on her upstroke, she pumped and stroked it with one hand while her other hand toyed with my balls.
On an impulse I put my hands on her head, holding it in place. She seemed to catch my meaning immediately and didn't fight me. With her head motionless, I nudged my hips forward, spearing my prick deep between her lips. Then for a couple of minutes I did the work, working my hips back and forth and fucking her in the mouth.
But at last she took over again and I let her do it her way. Her head bobbed up and down again as she sucked hard, the humid warmth of her mouth permeating my cock and swelling it to its full rigid size so her lips were stretched into a wide oval to encircle it.
Finally I pulled my prick out of her mouth.
"Jesus!" I gasped. "That's enough of that! Lie down, baby, and spread your legs."
For an instant she seemed disappointed. I guess she thought I was going to climb right on top of her-that since I had a good harden I was only interested in getting into her cunt and slamming away. And when she saw what I really had in mind, she gave a little squeal of delight and threw herself on her back with her legs spread wide.
I combed her blonde pubic hair aside and pulled her cuntlips open, then slipped my tongue into her pussy. She liked that and she wiggled her hips appreciatively. It's nice to be appreciated so I gave her the best cuntlapping I could. I licked and teased the moist folds of her flesh, letting my tongue slither up and down and back and forth in her pussy. I played around the entrance to her hole and drilled my tongue as far up into her as I could get it. I worked on her clit, licking both with a light feathery touch and with harsh scraping strokes until the little nub grew hard and turned an angry red. And as my tongue massaged her clit, I drove a finger into her hole and poked it in and out while I felt her juices flowing freely. Before I was finished she was moaning in ecstasy and her whole body quivered.
Now it was her turn to gasp and push me away.
"Give me your cock!" she panted. "Put it in me, for God's sake!"
I started to get up into position when I suddenly remembered. Jesus, the tattoo! I was getting so carried away with what I was doing that I was forgetting the thing I'd come here for in the first place.
I peered at her crotch and almost groaned out loud. There was no tattoo.
Son of a bitch, now what was I going to do?
Shirley who impatiently answered that.
"Get your prick into me!" she cried. "Goddamn it, don't get me hot like this and then keep me hanging!"
Like they say, first things first. I had a worked-up whore on my hands and a hell of a harden besides, and that damn tattoo was going to have to wait.
I crawled up between her outstretched thighs and she snatched at my cock and eagerly tugged it to her cunt. She barely got the head inside before she was pleading for the rest of it.
"Ram it in!" she begged. "Bury it in my pussy!"
I gave it to her the way she wanted it. I drove my hips forward and slammed my prick all the way into her with one good shove.
"Ahh!" she groaned. "Beautiful! It feels so good with all that hard meat inside of me! Now fuck me-fuck me hard!"
Again I let her have it like she wanted it. She was so aroused there was no point in teasing her or wasting time by going at it too slowly. So I started in at a pretty good speed, pumping my hips in a steady rhythm and driving my cock in and out of her.
But it wasn't enough for her.
"Harder!" she demanded. "Do it harder!"
I fucked a little faster, plunging my prick deep inside of her with long hard strokes.
It still wasn't enough.
"Damn it!" she wailed. "I'm not some tender virgin you're going to hurt! I'm a whore-remember? A whore with a big cunt. Some guy sticks a shriveled little cock into me and I hardly know it's there. But you've got what I need-a big stiff rod that fills my twat. So slam it into me and make it worthwhile!"
I guess, before I finished, she decided it was worthwhile. I fucked her even harder and faster, my hips pumping rapidly and my body battering against hers. My prick plunged deep in full-length strokes, pulling so far out that just the tip was still inside her cuntlips and then driving back in again to bury itself to the hilt in her wet pussy. She locked her ankles around my ass and tried to PM!' me even deeper inside of herself, and her hips lunged upward in time with my strokes. I kept up the furious pace, fucking in a frenzy and never letting up, until it drove us both over the peak and we exploded together. Her juices bathed my cock and mingled with the hot come I poured into her and when it was finally over and we came back down out of orbit she gave a long satisfied moan, then quivered once more and lay still. And I fell beside her on the bed, exhausted.