Chapter 7
Torchy and Mary Ellen cut out of school at the end of the sixth period. "I sure appreciate this," the bosomy blonde said as they left the building. "I don't think I could face this if I were alone!"
"No problem," Torchy said. "I've had about all of school today that I can take, anyway. You're lucky you don't have ole lady Rush for homework. The broad is flipped. This morning she-ah, forget it. I don't even want to talk about it! She gives me a pain where no pill will reach!"
"I hear she and her husband are having problems," the golden blonde said. "I hear that-well, that he plays around on her a lot. Doesn't even try to hide it or anything!"
"Hell, if I were married to something like that I'd probably play around, too," Torchy said. "I'll bet the only time she ever lays any pussy on him is on his birthday-and then she keeps asking if it's over yet!"
"Oh, Torchy," Mary Ellen said, and began to giggle.
"Hey, we'd better get moving if we're going to get to that doctor's office by two-thirty," Torchy said. "C'mon, let's go. Here comes a bus...."
The offices of Dr. W. Morris Kindermann, Gynecologist, turned out to be something more than Torchy had expected. The walls of the waiting room were paneled in rich, gleaming walnut and the furniture was all chrome and leather-modern and expensive. Indeed, there seemed to be an arua of money-lots of money-about the place.
"I guess the abortion business must pay pretty good in these sexually liberated times," Torchy said to Mary Ellen. "I mean, wow-look at this place!"
"Yeah; I had sort of expected some grimey hole-in-the-wall operation," the blonde said. "Boy, I-I hope I'm going to be able to afford his services!"
A rather buxom woman in a stanched white uniform smiled out at the girls from behind a piece of glass in the wall at one end of the room.
"Which of you is Mary Ellen-ah, Smith?" she said with a huge, warm smile. Mary Ellen raised her hand. "Come through the door, Mrs. Smith. Doctor will see you now!"
Torchy gave the bosomy blonde's hand a quick squeeze and shoved her gently toward the door. "I'll be right here, waiting," she said.
"Oh, Torchy, I-I...." Tears appeared in the golden one's eyes and began to roll down her face.
"Cool it, will you, kid," Torchy said. "C'mon, you can't keep the doctor waiting!"
"Yeah; I know...."
Torchy began to pace the floor of the waiting room, her mind trying to graple with a seemingly endless series of problems. Brad, her mother, Mary Ellen, David, Karli, Sy-even the future of the Velvet Hand seemed to be vying for her attention. The nurse returned and asked Torchy if she would like a cup of coffee while she waited.
The raven-haired girl shrugged, shook her head.
"Your friend-Mrs. Smith," the woman said. "She's in good hands. Don't worry. Dr. Kindermann is the best man in his field in this part of the state!"
"Yeah; you'd think I was the one worried about being pregnant or something," Torchy said. "The examination-does it take a long time?"
"I'm afraid so," the nurse said, and smiled warmly. "The doctor is very thorough. By the way, Karl Olsen tells me that you and she are quite good friends. She phoned earlier today about your friend, Mrs. Smith!"
"She did, huh?" Torchy said. "That was nice of her. I had no idea she was going to do it!"
"Oh, she's a thoughtful person," the woman said.
"Yes; she's great...."
"Have you known her long?"
"Just since she came to do her student teaching at the high school," Torchy said. "We seemed to hit it off right from the first moment we met. She-well, she's really a pretty fantastic person, Miss-ah, Miss...."
"Call me Bev, won't you, dear?" the woman said. "Everyone does. And I'll call you Torchy, if you don't mind!"
"Oh, I don't mind at all, Bev!"
The raven-haired girl found herself warming to the nurse. She was in her late forties-heavy-set, with wide hips and a huge behind and enormous breasts. Her eyes were a watery sort of blue, and they seemed to radiate a gentleness that the dark-eyed girl found very warm and loving. Her face was as round as a pie, motherly. It was the sort of face that seemed to inspire confidence.
"Have you known Torchy long, Bev?"
"Actually, Karli's father and the doctor are fast friends and-oh, here comes Mrs. Smith now! From the look on her face I'd say that it was good news the doctor gave her!"
The bosomy blonde threw her arms around Torchy and covered her face with a brace of wet, sucking kisses. "I'm not," she cried happily. "Oh, God, Torchy-isn't it wonderful? What a relief! I'm not pregnant, I'm not...."
"Yeah-great," the raven-haired girl said with a grin. "Hey, did you remember to get a script for B.C. pills, Mary Ellen? I'd hate to have to go through something like this all over again!"
"Right here," the bosomy blonde said brightly, and then stroked the shoulder bag she carried. "And an other script to bring on. the one that's late. He said it was just nerves or something strange like that!"
"I guess we can leave then, huh?"
"Yeah; right...."
They were out in the hall, headed for the stairway, when the buxom nurse came running after them. "Miss Fleming, Miss Fleming," she cried after them. "Wait-please wait!" Torchy turned to face her, her face twisted in an inquisitive frown. "The doctor-he'd like to see you!"
"Me?" Torchy said. "But...."
"He didn't tell me what it was about," the nurse said with a little shrug, "but he did say that it was important-very, very important!"
Torchy turned to Mary Ellen. "Do you mind waiting for me while I check this out?" she said.
"Don't be silly," the golden blonde replied. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Torchy-not after all you've done to help me!"
Torchy followed the nurse back into the doctor's offices, through the waiting room and into one of the cubicals he used as examination rooms. "If you'll just have a seat, Torchy," the woman said. "I'm sure doctor will be right with you!"
"Is it something about Mary Ellen?" Torchy said. "Is that it? There's something he didn't want to tell her?"
"No-no, child," the woman said. "I-ah, I'm certain that it's nothing like that!"
"But what else could it be?" Torchy said. "I mean, I don't know the man from Adam. What could he possible have to say to someone he doesn't know?"
"I really don't know, dear, but-oh, here's the doctor now," she said, and sighed with relief.
"Thank you, Miss Thompson," the doctor said. "I'll take it from here. Please see that Miss Fleming and I are not disturbed for anything. Thank you!"
The doctor was a short, balding man in his late fifties with hard, close-set eyes, a huge, bulbous nose, and loose, puffy lips set in a heavy, oblong face. He looked at Torchy in a way that made her skin crawl
"What's happening, doe?" the girl said.
"Yuo're Karli Olsen's young friend, aren't you?"
"That's right," Torchy said. "Listen, I...."
The expression on the fat man's face stopped Torchy cold. He actually looked as if he were about to start drooling. A raw, biting ripple of apprehension raced up and down her spine as the man stared at her breasts. She swallowed hard, tried to look away from his beady eyes. There was something in his expression that made her skin want to crawl.
"Torchy-what a fitting name," he cooed, and then gave the head of his cock a quick, jerking tub through the material of his pants. "Karli told me quite a bit about you today. We spent a good twenty minutes on the phone!"
"She did, huh," the girl said, a tremor in her voice. "Just what did she say to you about me, for pity sake? I mean, why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're even more beautiful that she said, Torchy. Really beautiful...."
"Yeah-fine," the girl said. "But look, I thought you had to see me about something. I-my friend is waiting for me and...."
"I thought that Karli was-shall I say, exaggerating, but no-oh, my, no-not at all," the medico said. "Indeed, you are everything she said-and more. Oh, much, much more. Yes-oh, my, yes-yes!"
"Hey, look, doe, I'd love to stay around here and gab, but like I said-I've got a friend waiting for me!"
"She'll wait," the man said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah; but...."
"What did Karli tell you about me, Torchy?" the doctor said as he continued to tug at the head of his cock. His eyes seemed to bore right through the girl's clothing, fixing on the proud nipples of her magnificent breasts.
"N-nothing," the raven-haired girl said. "I mean, nothing out of the ordinary. Look, man, I've got to split. Mary Ellen will be having kittens if I don't!"
The man's cock was erect now. It poked frantically against the front of his pants, sputtering and jerking, like a trapped animal trying to escape.
"I've really got to split, doc...."
"Don't you dare move," the balding man snarled. "Can you see what I'm doing with my hand, Torchy!"
"Er-ah-what do you mean?"
The medico zipped down his fly, releasing his cock. The raven-haired girl leaped to her feet, began to back away from the man. "Keep away, you creep," she cried.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Torchy," the man said. "Don't be frightened. I swear, I won't even touch you!"
"Stay away, you creep. I-I'll scream!"
"Look at my prick, Torchy! Isn't it something?"
"Stay away, stay away," Torchy cried. "I-I'll scream. Really, I will. Stay away!"
"I'm not going to touch you, Torchy," he said. "I just want you to watch me! That's not too much to ask, is it? Look at my cock, little girl. See how big and hard and...."
"I'm getting out of here!"
"WATCH ME, YOU BITCH...."
"Watch what?" Torchy sputtered. "Some dirty ole man play with himself!"
"Yes-exactly," the fat man cooed, his eyes suddenly bright with passion. "But it would help a lot if you were to get out of your clothing. It makes it nice, Torchy. Oh, little girl, you have no idea how nice it makes it for me to have someone like you watch me masturbate!"
"You're sick, doc. Crazy...."
The medico began to stroke his love meat, running his fat finger up and down the long, thick shaft. "Look, you little bitch. Look at my cock...."
"I'm getting out of here," Torchy cried, an edge of real hysteria creeping into her voice. "Don't try to stop me or-I swear, I'll clobber you, you creep!"
"I think you'd better listen to something first, Torchy," the doctor said as he pulled a tiny, cassette recorder from his jacket pocket. He switched it on and a static hum filled the tiny cubical. "I think you'll recognize the voice on the tape here. Just let me turn up the sound and-there!"
The raven-haired girl's eyes grew big and round. "Kart," she said, bewilder. "What the...."
"Listen, kid," the voice on the tape went on, "I know that this will sound crazy as hell but-look, I want you to do what Dr. Kindermann wants!"
"Oh, God, Karli-no," the girl cried.
"I promise you, lover, he won't hurt you or anything. He-ah, he...I'm sorry, kid. I can't explain now but it's very important to me that you do exactly what he says. I'll explain everything when I see you tonight . , , and, somehow, lover, I'll make it up to you. But please-please, Torchy, do whatever he says. Do it for me!"
"Karli-Karli," Torchy moaned as she shook her head slowly from side to side.
"Well?" the fat man said as he switched off the recorder and returned it to his pocket. "What do you say now, my silly little girl?"
"I say that you're a fat, fucking creep," Torchy cried. "But I'll do it-for Karli, you pig. You slimey pig. You you...." She allowed her words to trail off, sank back down into her chair. "So do it jack off, you creep!"
"First I want you to get out of your clothing and dance around a little," the fat man said. "The whole thing won't take more than ten minutes, and then you and your little friend can be on your way!"
"Okay-okay," Torchy said bitterly.
She hesitated for a moment, trying to sort out of her thoughts. Finally she began to unbutton her blouse but the fat man stopped her with a wave of his hand. "I-I want you to dance about as you're disrobing, Torchy," he said. "You know, like a stripper!"
"But I'm no dancer, doc. I've got two left feet!"
"DO IT," the fat man thundered.
"Alright, alright but don't say I didn't warn you, you creep," Torchy said. "I-I...."
"DANCE, BITCH...."
Torchy began to move about the tiny room, gliding about as she hummed a current rock number to herself. Once again she began to unbutton her blouse and this time the medico made no attempt to stop her. He moved back against the wall, his eyes hot on her body, and then began to caress his love meat with the fingers of both hands.
The raven-haired girl slipped out of her blouse and then dropped it down onto the chair. She hesitated for a moment and then went to work on the zipper at the side of her skirt. "Oh, yes-yes," the fat man cried in a wet, wailing hiss. "That's fantastic. Oh, hmmmmmyessssssss!" She stepped out of her skirt, draped it over the back of the chair.
"Now the bra-the bra, little girl," the medico moaned as he increased the rhythm of his fingers against the shaft of his cock. "Get out of it. Hurry, hurry. I want to see those magnificent breasts!"
"Sure, doc," the girl cooed.
His eyes seemed to glass over as the raven-haired girl released the catch at the back of her bra and her fantastic boobs surged forward, freed of the wisp of nylon cloth that had held them captive.
"Oh-oh, little girl," the man groaned. "Let me see them. I must see them. I-I...."
His cheeks began to glow a ripe, cherry-red.
"Please, little girl," he whimpered. "Oh, please-let me see them. Your tits, bitch-let me see those fantastic glands before I-I-ohhhhhhhhh, Torchyl"
"Easy, pops," the girl cooed.
She seemed to be delighted with the way he was responding to her little tease. It was crazy and everything. Still, the idea of having someone-anyone--so hot for her form filled her with a strange and thrill sort of wonder. She could feel the juices beginning to flow down inside her vagina, moistening the lips of her vulva with their syrupy-sweetness.
"Torchy-oh, Torchy...."
"Whip that meat, pops. Have a ball!"
"You enjoy being a prick-teaser, don't you. Torchy," the balding man snorted. "You take great satisfaction in seeing a man squirming before you with the need for your body. I mean, you actually enjoy it!"
"Why not?" the raven-haired girl cooed.
"My mother told me," the fat man rasped. "She told me what girls were like. Evil and perverted and-and out to make a man kneel before them!"
"She must have been as nuts as you are," Torchy said. "I mean, this whole thing was your idea, buster-or don't you remember that? You forced me into doing this by . . "
"GET OUT OF THAT BRA, YOU LITTLE WHORE," the doctor cried in a voice that shook with anger. "LET ME SEE THOSE TITS. LET ME SEE THEM...."
"Whatever you say, doctor!"
She eased the cups of the bra away from her breasts, moving at a snail's pace, enjoying the rasping little gasps and sighs that gurgled from the medico's throat. Suddenly she slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and hurled the wisp of flimsy nylon high up into the air.
The doctor's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets as sweat appeared on his forehead and began to trickle down his fat face. He slid down against the wall until he was settled on his rump and then spread his short, thick legs as he really beat his love meat.
"Now the briefs, little girl," he moaned. "Let the nice man see your sweet little quim!"
"You haven't said whether or not you dig my boobs, pops." the girl said. "Don't you like them?"
"I-I-I . . "
Torchy placed her hands on her hips, drew in a huge breath of air, filling her lungs to the bursting point-and her fantastic mammeries actually seemed to leap out at the short, fat, balding man. The nipples were hard and alive, pulsing wildly, reflecting the mounting sense of need that was beginning to bubble away inside her witch's cauldron. "Don't you think they're beautiful, pops?"
"M-ma-magnificent," the doctor moaned.
"Thank you, kind sir...."
"Your panties, Torchy. Please...."
The raven-haired girl pretended not to hear the man's frantic pleading as she moved her hands up under her breasts, cupping her fingers under those ripe, pear-shaped globes. She began to flick the tips of her thumbs against her nipples, moaning frantically as they grew harder and harder.
"Oh, God-mommie, mommie!"
"What's with you, doc?"
"I'm so close, Torchy-little girl," the fat man grunted. "Get out of your briefs so that I can-can COME. Mommie-mommie, your little boy is going to do that nasty thing. He can't help himself, mommie. He-he's weak!"
"Oh, poor thing," Torchy cooed, giggling. "Poor, sweet, frustrated little boy!"
"Stop it, Torchy," the medico cried "All I want you to do is watch me play with myself. You don't have to say anything. In fact, I-I want you to shut up. Now, get out of your briefs...."
The girl slipped the tips of her fingers down under the elastic at the waist of her briefs and began to roll the gauzy wisp of satiny black material down over her slender, well-rounded hips. She puckered up her lips and began to make wild sucking noises with the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth as the doctor's fingers ripped away frantically at his roll of love meat.
"Hurry," he moaned. "Hurry, little girl...."
"Haste makes waste, pops!"
"You gutter-bitch," the medico cried. "You-you whore of Babalon. You-you...." His words began a frantic cry of pain as he began to wiggle about on his rump, scooting about on the floor like a man in the final stages of a grand-mal fit. "Hurry, hurry...."
Torchy worked the brief down around her creamy thighs, exposing the huge patch of silky black hair that seemed to stand a proud sentinel above the wet shimmering lips of her wildly convulsing pussy.
"Get out of them," the doctor demanded. "Hurry, give them to me, you little bitch. You temptress. Please-oh, God, you must hurry. Hurry...."
"Alright, alright!"
The raven-haired girl stepped out of her briefs, held them out in front of her body, dangling them loosely between the tips of her tumb and index finger. "What are you going to do with them, doc?" she cooed, and then began to swirl them around in the air.
The medico reached out with a trembling hand, panting like a dog fighting the July heat. "Please," he moaned. "Please, I have to have them. You know I have to have them, little girl. You know, you know...."
"No, doc-I don't," Torchy teased. "Tell me what you're going to do with them and then maybe-remember, I'm saying maybe I'll let you have them!"
"I-I-I...."
"Oh, you can do better than that, doctor," the girl cooed. "A man with all your education. C'mon, try real hard. I'll bet you can do it. Tell me, doc. Tell Torchy why you have to have her panties!"
"Because I-I can't come without them, you bitch," the fat man screamed. "I-I need them to...ohhh, mommie-help me, mommie!"
"What's with this mommie-jive, doc!"
"Mommie, mommie...."
"Hey, look, I...."
The fat man's eyes seemed to rolled back in his head, and he seemed to be struggling to get air into his lungs. A tingle of fear rippled its way up and down Torchy's spine.
"Hey, doc-what's wrong. You look-ah...."
"YOU BITCH-YOU LITTLE GIRL BITCH," the frantic man bellowed at the top of his voice. "Wait, doc...."
"PRICK-TEASING CUNT," he ranted. "I KNOW, I KNOW-YOU THINK I'M GOING TO STEAL YOUR PANTIES AGAIN. BUT I WON'T. NO, I PROMISED MY MOTHER THAT I'D NEVER DO IT AGAIN!"
"Your face, Dr. Kindermann-it looks so...."
"GIVE ME THOSE PANTIES, WHORE. DON'T MAKE ME BREAK MY PROMISE TO MOMMIE...."
"But, doc...."
The fat man began to thrash about, his body ripped by spasms. Tears flowed from his eyes and rolled down his face in a raging torent. His color changed from a cherry-red to an ashen-gray, and he began to rasp frantically, as if someone had their fingers around his thick throat and was in the process of choking the life's breath from him.
"YOUR PANTIES, YOUR PANTIES...."
"I really think I ought to call the nurse, doe!"
"JUST GIVE ME YOUR BRIEFS," the grasping man cried as he pawed frantically at the air with his hands, struggling hopelessly to get at the wisp of nylon. "I'LL BE ALRIGHT IF YOU'LL JUST HAND OVER THOSE FUCKING BRIEFS!"
"Okay, okay," the girl cried, and threw her panties at him. "Here, take them. Anything! Just please. don't die on me, pops. I can't handle anything like that!"
"At last-at last," the man cried happily. "And I swear to you, mommie-I didn't steal them this time. Ask the little girl-shell tell you, she gave them to me!"
The fat man wrapped the satiny material around the huge, sputtering head of his frantic prick and then began to bellow and snort as he whipped away frantically at his love meat, his fingers becoming little more than a pinkish-white blur as he moved them faster and faster.
"You see, you see?" he moaned.
"I-I'm watching, doc," Torchy said.
"I had to have them, little girl," he cried. "It's the only way I can get off. You see, you see-I'm going to spurt my load all over your panties, little girl. I-oh, mommie, I-I'm going to do that bad thing, mommie!"
Suddenly he grew still, his tight, beady eyes flashing with the most intense sort of excitement. "Mommie-oh, mommie-help your little boy," he cried in the voice of a frightened boy. He began to shudder and shake as his orgasms struck with all the seeming force of a violent summer storm, his load of thundering jism saturating the satiny black material as it spurted wildly from the face of his hammer.
Torchy watched in amazement, both frightened and fascinated by his strange antics. "Oh, mommie-mommie," he cooed over and over again in that little boy voice.
"Doc-hey, c'mon, pops," Torchy cried.
Finally the fat man grew still. He rolled over onto his side and then sprawled out on the floor, his thick, blubbery body twitching with spasms as a series of violent after-orgasms ate away at the surface of his flesh.
Torchy inched her way over to him, afraid that he was dead or dying. She reached out hesitantly with her hand and touched the side of his sweaty face. The fat man's eyes popped open and his lips moved frantically but no sound came from his mouth.
"I really think I'd better get the nurse," she cried. "I think I'd-ah, rd...."
The fat man grabbed her by the leg and dug the tips of his fingers into her flesh. "No-no," he cried. "Not yet. It's not quite time yet...."
"Okay, okay," Torchy said. "But I think...."
The raven-haired girl cried with relief as the buxom nurse came rushing into the room. She dropped down on her knees next to the fat man and began to unbutton the top of her starched, white uniform. She pulled the cups of her bra away from her enormous breasts and then took the fat man into her arms. She shoved a nipple into his mouth and he began to suck away wildly at it. "Shhhhh, shhhhhh, baby," the woman cooed. "Mommie's here now and everything's alright!"
"Mommie, mommie...."
"Yes, baby-mommie's here," the woman cooed. "And later on she'll give her good boy a nice enema and make him feel ever so much better!"
"I didn't steal them, mommie. She gave them to me!"
"Yes, sweatheart. Shhhhh, now. Shhhh, shhhh!"
She returned her nipple to his mouth and once again he began to suck away wildly at it. "Look, Torchy," she said. "On my desk you'll find an envelope with some money in it. Take it and buy yourself some new panties. It's very important that you leave now. Please, get dressed and leave as quickly as hnmanly possible!"
"Yeah-sure," Torchy said as she hurried back into her clothing. "But are you sure that he's alright. I mean, before-he looked like...."
"I've handled this situation many times, Torchy. Please don't worry. I-I know what I'm doing. The doctor will be just fine if you'll leave!"
"Make her go away, mommie," the fat man cried. "She's upsetting me very much. She's going to tell you that I took her panties-but it's not true, she gave them to me!"
"She's leaving, darling," the woman cooed. "Lock the outside door as you leave, please, Torchy. And don't forget the envelope on my desk. I have your name written across the front of it!"
"What took so long?" Mary Ellen said as Torchy walked into the waiting room. "Hell, I was about ready to send bloodhounds out after you!"
"I'll tell you later," the raven-haired girl said. "C'mon, hurry, I need to get far away from this place!"
Torchy reached through the opening under the glassed-in wall to the reception cove and swept the envelope with her name on it from the desk. She ripped it open and then stared down in disbelief at the ten ten dollar bills the envelope contained. "All, that creep," she cried, and threw the money down on the desk. "That lousy creep!"
"What is it, Torchy?" Mary Ellen said.
"Let's get out of here...."
"Sure-sure, but won't you please tell me what the hell is going on?" the bosomy blonde said. "I mean-wow, this is crazy. You were in there so long and then...."
"The doc is a weirdo, Mary Ellen. He-I-Jesus, I don't know where to start. The whole thing is like something out of some avant-garde movie-surrealistic, nutty. The doc, he belongs in a nut factory!"
They were out on the sidewalk, walking toward the bus stop on Cardiff Street, before Torchy was able to fill Mary Ellen in on what had taken place back in the doctor's office.
"He jerked off into your briefs, huh?" the blonde said, and wrinkled her nose. "Yuck...."
"And he kept calling for his mommie, like he was six or seven years old!"
"Why did you let him do it, Torchy?"
'Well, I-I...." She decided that it might not be a good idea to tell the blonde about Karli and the tape. After all, now that she was no longer in trouble, she might return to her old ways-become Polly Pure Pussy again, and what would a bitch like that do with the knowledge that a student-teacher had been sexually involved with one of her students? "I guess I just felt sorry for him or something!"
"Let's go to my house," Mary Ellen said. "No one will be home there and we can talk girl-to-girl!"
"I feel dirty," Torchy said. "Really, I think I'd better go home and climb into the shower!"
"You can shower at my place," Mary Ellen said. "I have my own personal bathroom-right off my bedroom!"