Chapter 2
It was well after midnight when the familiar crunch of the tires of Arthur's Lincoln ground the gravel of the drive, waking Pamela with a start.
Hurrying from the den into the kitchen, she snugged the sash of her shorty housecoat, and when Arthur charged into the house she was very housewifely at every point: from pinned-up hair to slippered feet. On purpose-to suppress the animal was the reason, she told herself. To bore Arthur to settle for nightcap and nightie-night without sex, in view of his exhaustion.
He tossed the briefcase on the breakfast nook bench and when he hugged her to his front she knew her dull costume hadn't worked. Arthur was rock-hard ready. And his eyes had a curiously triumphant look besides the look of lust.
"Tell me, baby, am I your favorite senior vice-president?" He squeezed tighter, rotating his lower body suggestively to let her feel his manpower.
The new title suddenly registered. "You were promoted to senior veep?" Her face was a study in disappointment. Now the pressure would be even worse.
"Senior V.P., baby doll! That's why I'm late. That and bringing home birthday surprises. You look like one hundred twenty thou a year is the kiss of death."
She squeezed feverishly and this time she was the one who ground brazenly against the cock pressing her pubes. Arthur wanted her. He would have her. She fingered the pins holding her hair set for the night and he smiled as a cascade of silver blonde hair spilled sexily across her shoulder.
"Congratulations," she said simply, knowing he had to hear her pleasure, whatever she really felt. "Thirty-five and Senior Vice President of Energies Unlimited." She sighed. "Maybe you'll make President by thirty-six and give all those junior execs knocking themselves out for the company orders to slow down."
"Know how you feel, hon. Honest." He dragged a roll of paper from his briefcase and dumped the gray suit coat carelessly over the chair arm. "Here's one surprise for your thirtieth, baby."
She stared as Arthur unrolled the floor plan pages, then looked puzzled at her husband. "It's a mansion! Whose is it?"
"Ours, sweetheart. Now, don't panic. You'll only be five miles from your friends. And you'll have lots more subject matter for your photography. Wait'll you see it! English manor style like you like. Fifteen rooms down in Sleepy Hollow."
Five years with Arthur had taught her it was fact accomplished. "When do we move?"
"Soon as the mover can come." He grinned. "And there's still surprise two. Hey, you don't even look a bit like thirty." He pecked happily at her cheek, ignoring her grimace at the reminder. "Now you're going to meet Ronald. This you're going to love!"
He strode to the door and beckoned to the Lincoln, then with a low flourish returned to stand at her side to wait for an arrival that seemed to take hours after the car door closed.
"You can't have a mansion in the country without decent security these days. Meet Ronald DeWitt. Ronald is your birthday present in the flesh to go with the brick and mortar. Your personal chauffeur and bodyguard."
"How do you do, Mrs. Pringle." The tall, darkly handsome DeWitt stepped shyly forward and extended his hand. "I hope you will be able to accept me as your protection when Mr. Pringle is away."
Pamela offered DeWitt her hand, but even as she returned the greeting, she shook her head disbelievingly. "You did all this in one day, Arthur? Got promoted, bought a new house and decided I needed Mr. DeWitt?"
"All in one day, dearest." He jerked open the fridge and pulled the pitcher Pamela had mixed just before dozing off. "Martinis. Perfect." He poured three glasses quickly, grinning at Pammy's protest that he was using eight ounce tumblers. "So, we celebrate! How often do I make Senior Veep, buy a manor and hire a bodyguard. Ronald! Your good health!" He saluted an awed, visibly uncertain DeWitt who looked at Pamela and waited for her to accept the martini before he drank.
At least he has manners, thought a totally confused Pamela. And this had obviously all been in the planning books for months. What timing! The day she first blew her faithfulness as a wife and had her appetite whetted for extramarital and lesbian play all at once, in walks this Adonis. Could some sixth sense have tipped Arthur that she had reached a breaking point with her absentee husband? Hardly!
She drank the tall martini quickly as she laid out the late supper, and then another as they ate. Listening to the men talk, feeling her head go lightly fuzzy, not really caring. It was all too much for anyone to be asked to absorb.
"You're from New York, Ronald?" she asked absently when the men grew silent suddenly and turned to watch her pour the coffee.
"Only for the last five years, Mrs. Pringle." He ran his fingers through rich dark hair, then adjusted his tie nervously. "I tried to make it in a couple of things that didn't pan out, so...."
"What Ronald's self consciousness is, I found him working as a bouncer in a lounge and he's not very proud of that. He's played pro ball, been a male model and he's a college grad, too."
"I'm proud to know you." Pammy was aware that her robe had drifted open to a wide decolletage, but if there was going to be a dress code with the new employee, she'd better check it out. "Why don't we get more relaxed for coffee in the den, Husband mine," She plucked Arthur's sleeve. " ... should tell me, is my chauffeur bodyguard a nice man...." Her words were slurring, she knew. "Mean to shayyy ... is' he, welll, you know ... hubbby mine...."
Arthur roared delightedly. "There you see it, Ronald. The one and only time, likely. Mrs. Pringle is slightly high and what she's asking is whether she'll be having problems from you behavior-wise. As you can see, she is a beautiful lady and has reason to wonder." He glanced meaningfully at the now very pronounced exposure of breast.
"Perhaps you should tell her, sir." Ronald flushed uncomfortably. "I respect her question and want her to have no fear."
"Ronald." He clapped an arm over the shoulder of the strangest-birthday present Pammy could imagine. "Show her the flesh, Ronald. Let's put her mind at ease right from the start."
"Say ... I...." DeWitt flushed and catching the executive order in Arthur's glance, fingered his tie. "Maybe she doesn't want ... you know...."
"I told you precisely what she wants. Now obey." Arthur turned from the man and clasped Pam's shoulders, staring deeply into her eyes. "Ronald is one of the strongest men I know, Pam. You should see him with weights. He's handsome as hell, and more's the pity. Ronald, you don't mind if I tell her flat out, do you?"
The bodyguard elect was already peeled down to his jockeys and his glance met Pamela's as he nodded. "What Mr. Pringle wishes to tell you is that I am strong and de-' voted to duty ... and completely safe to have around. You see, I am impotent."
Her fingers flew to her lips in surprise as he casually dropped the last cover, then straightened and turned in a slow circle for her inspection of his body. He was an incredible specimen of male perfection. Broad shoulders, powerful chest and narrow hips, beautifully masculine arms and legs.
Abruptly her stupefied inspection stumbled. He might well be impotent, but he had the most dramatic male cluster she ever had seen. It was just impossible to give it a fleeting glance. The dangle of his limp penis curled across the loaded testicles and flopped. Her guess was eight rubbery inches.
"Ronald," She looked him directly in the eye. " ... I don't know if I like what Arthur has done. Either in the house purchase or in taking you on. But my husband is usually right and I welcome you to our home. Arthur, where do you plan he will stay?"
Her husband chuckled gratefully and winked at the visible relief in his newest employee. "Thought over in the guest wing tonight, and he'll have the gatehouse on the Windamere property, once we move." He threw an arm around her waist and his hand traveled boldly up the front to fondle a breast. "And he's going to be seeing more and more what a maniac his boss is about his wife. So he better get used to it." Arthur grabbed the sash and started to yank it to spill open her nudity, but she read him loud and clear and darted from them into the kitchen.
"I'll make us all more nightcaps. And, Arthur ... please! .., some things I've got to have time to absorb."
"Take all the time you need, sweetheart."
Through the next martini was all the time it took for the cockeyed turn her world had taken to begin to look very attractive to her. If this was what Arthur wanted to wish on her, so be it. But not without a test of the claim to impotence here and now. So Arthur had his fun with mansions and bodyguards and dumb promotions. She'd have hers the way she liked best. Arthur was so proud of his Pamela property. She'd test Ronald. Just how much sex could he stand? Would he panic with what she had in mind? She hurried into the laundry room and found the polka dot nothing bikini where she had left it after Derek and his mother had gone.
"Wow! Now, there's my girl!" Arthur was at her side taking the freshened pitcher and stealing a kiss as he steered her back to the den.
"I don't think impotence is for shurtain...." she murmured in Arthur's ear as they embraced. "Let's test it."
"How?"
"Only one way. Our bed. Him watchin' us two makin' it."
"Marveloush! Ronald, leave your things right there." Arthur was beyond pain himself now. "We're goin' to tessh impotensh. Le's go to bed."
Without the slightest embarrassment, once he saw Pamela's inviting smile, Ronald followed them upstairs to the master bedroom. There Arthur, always in command, spelled it out to his new employee and for a few seconds Pamela wondered if he had lost his high from the martinis. He sounded cold sober as he stripped.
"This is the one and only time you'll be in this room, Ronald, or out at the master's bedroom at the new place. Tonight is free-for-all night to prove you won't bother my wife sexually. You know you won't; I've seen the medical report, so I know it, too. But she gets proof positive tonight. I want her to play with any part of you she wants, to try to excite you while I'm giving her what she needs. And this one time I want you working her as much as you can ... without embarrassing you, of course." He clapped an affectionate arm across DeWitt's bare shoulder. "Kiss her breasts or stroke anywhere you want, to prove you don't excite."
Ronald shrugged. "If you shayyyit, shirrr."
They tumbled naked across the bedspread, not bothering to open the crimson cover and Arthur lost no time in mounting a ready Pam. "Feel 'er 'ere, Ronall. Shumpin' elshhh!" His voice crackled as he guided Ron's hand to a thrusting breast, wild nippled from the excitement beating inside Pam.
An impotent bodyguard of such fantastic body proportions would be great fun to look at anyway. And he was safe. She moaned in happy orgasm almost the instant Arthur buried his cock fully, feeling the sweep of climax and feeling a secondary frenzy claim her even as her husband's semen flew. Burrowed at her breast and milking excitedly at the taut cone, sending frantic erotic shocks over the top of the feelings forced by Arthur, was an eager Ronald.
Her husband had demanded she check to satisfy herself of their new employee's impotence, hadn't he? Even as Arthur's ejaculation slowed, Pamela's fingers slid under Ronald's tummy and found the massive penis. Boldly she massaged the flaccid cock flesh to be sure there was no life to the claim to lost manpower.
Ronald's soft exclamation of surprise was lost. His lips were still busy at her breasts and her own gasp was muffled. Arthur was groaning happily at the end of his coming. But a startled Pam fingered more curiously at the supposedly powerless prick. A slight hint of stiffening could definitely be felt through baby-soft phallic flesh. Impotent Ronald clearly was mounting an erection!
Already Arthur was rejuvenating and his organ, still deep in Pamela's cunt, was steel again. "Feel him all over, babe!" Arthur's eyes were bleary red and his breath coming in short jabs. "Not every thirty-year-old gets her own private eunuch. Nothing there, right?"
"Right ... Arthur, sweet." Pam clutched snugly at his waist to keep him from beginning new copulation thrusts. "Nuff for now, Arthur. Let's sleep."
She was wide awake and completely sober, all at once fearful for her husband's health. "I'll show Ronald the guest room...."
"No way! You feel 'im up one more time and I'll give you one more present. Gotta be shatisfied." He pumped urgent, demanding jabs that drove her against the crimson bedspread. "Got thish preshent for you!"
Her fingers closed on the real surprise to her and obviously to a dumbstruck Ronald. His floppy, useless penis had stiffened to trembling turbulent iron flesh. Spreadeagled on his gut, the formidable shaft ramrodded in monumental indifference to all claims made that it was dead. If Derek had been a stud, Ronald was a human stallion!
Pamela let the curiosity take her. Fingers clamped on the outrageous erection worn by a surprised owner, she began to stroke. Hard to jerk it with his body crushing against her fist, but even the least pull was too much. His face lifted from her breast and there were tears of agonized ecstasy in his eyes. It was then Pam knew he hadn't been playing cute. For reasons only the desperation in his look could answer, she released her hold and gave herself over to her husband's love.
Wild demanding coupling! Surrendered to Arthur's determination to fuck her through the night, her golden, perfect thighs crept round Arthur's waist and scissored him tight to claim all his cock length prisoner. Ronald rolled to his side to stare at the wall and she could see his body trembling in lonely splendor as she copulated toward climax.
A bullish shriek broke from Arthur's lips and his discharge stormed into her cunt. Even as the semen spat, her husband began to wilt across her.
"Better call a night," he murmured. "Show Ron the bedroom, lesh he wantsh to slitay...."
Pamela grabbed her robe and slid from the bed, beckoning Ronald. "I think we should begin with Ronald in his own quarters, don't you, dear?"
An inarticulate mumble was the only answer as she drew the spread across the inert figure of her exhausted man. When she turned to leave the room, Ronald was bent, turned from her, trying awkwardly to drag on his jockey shorts.
"Come! Don't bother dressing." She grabbed his slacks and shoes and hurried from the room.
Ronald followed wordlessly and when she reached the door at the end of the hall that opened to the apartment above the garage, she paused and looked back over her shoulder. He was naked, beautiful, and fiercely embarrassed, clutching the bundle of his clothing in a wadded ball at his front. It was time to put the final coup to his claim to impotence.
Just beyond the door into the guest wing she pulled her robe sash and pirouetted lightly on her toes, letting the gown swirl wide.
He gaped at the devastating nude who had, from the instant he walked through the door of her home, electrified all the years of jellied powerlessness in his genitals. From his fourteenth year lie had been unable to erect. Now to the magic of this one particular female, he was total man.
And terrified!
Arthur Pringle had offered him a fabulous salary far beyond that of chauffeur or bodyguard. DeWitt had no doubt it was his sexless state that made him so valuable. Before his first paycheck, he was about to blow the opportunity. Twenty thousand a year down the tube! Pringle surely would have his own watch on his new employee.
She was striding directly to him, her cover thrown aside, silver blonde hair dancing maddeningly across a shoulder and partially over her tempestuous breasts.
"Let me have your things, Mr. DeWitt." She reached quickly to snatch the bundle covering his embarrassment and pulled. "Please bring all of you into your quarters."
As calmly as if she had seen such an organ before, Pam turned her back on the man, snapped, "Come!" when he hesitated and walked into the bedroom. Her mind was somersaulting. Ronald DeWitt had to have nearly twelve inches of desire-driven cock! His full testicles were loaded, ripe with a vast storehouse of semen long unused. Some miracle in her-had triggered the sleeping giant and there was no doubting the sheer desperation in the man. Or was that so? He wanted the job and all uncontrollably he was violently turned on by the very one who could keep him from it.
Pamela paused at the edge of a great white bear rug flung on the hearth of the apartment fireplace: Dropping his clothing to a chair, she turned slowly; going to her knees before him. Without a word she pinched the tip of the huge shaft with thumb and forefinger. A glistening drop of semen bubbled into view.
"Some impotent!" she whispered softly.
"I can't explain it." His voice was hopeless and dead. "I really am sorry. I didn't come ... under false ... I mean, I can't help myself with ... you...."
"Turn around very slowly, Mr. DeWitt."
He rotated unsteadily and gaped at the wide oval of her lips as he completed the circle to face her. The phallic cap was pushed snugly against her satiny pucker and an impudent tongue teased out to claim the shiny droplet.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh, yesss!"
He stiffened to the incredible wonder of a woman's kiss on an organ of his body he thought fifteen years ago he had lost forever. Ron DeWitt was a throwback to his fourteenth year. Now as then a fabulously luscious girl was kneeling before his cock. She looked the same, exactly-platinum blonde hair tumbling over one eye, hiding her cute pug nose. Her carmine rich lips puckered to his swollen penis. Fully packed breasts with outspoken nipples cried out in want of love.
"Ooohhh ... yehhhss!" He rocked on the balls of his feet and gaped at the rigid washboard rippling of his bone hardness, then at Pamela's face. It wasn't Pamela! It was that looka-like of hers way back when. That was the reason for his reawakening to manhood. This was an exact replica of the female who had cost him fifteen years of sex.
He shuddered and his head swirled to the awful memory so mixed with fantastic fuck fun and the terrifying finale that had put him out of the sex world. But it hadn't! He was back! Or was he?
"Arthur put you up to this, didn't he?" Pamela cupped both palms to the sides of the prick shaft and let the newest suspicion capture her thoughts. "This was just his way of proving I could be an unfaithful wife with provocation. He didn't have to go to such lengths. I would have told him."
"Oh, God, no!" DeWitt stared in horror as her suspicion sank into his already stunned awareness. "That's not so."
She studied the believable horror in his expression and then glared at the brilliant crimson monstrosity crowning his erection. An organ that big and that ready just had to be in constant action: No way she could accept that till just now he was a long time non-man.
He watched her lovely arms drop to her sides and as she settled back, resting her cute buttocks on upturned heels, some uncontrollable need took him. His fist closed on the shank of the hard-on, near the root, and his fingers tightened. The corona ring darkened from crimson to a formidable near purple as the fist tourniquet squeezed. Slowly to and fro just beyond the tip of her nose the bludgeon length moved.
A transfixed Pamela watched in a near hypnotic trance, fascinated that Arthur's sneaky plant could keep his cool and if anything, grow harder in the face of impending disaster. The bulbous thunderhead inched closer as the pendulum swing of the prick widened. Entranced, she wondered how it would feel banging, slapping, stinging her cheeks like the baseball bat it was meant to be.
"Hit me!" she taunted, staring up across his chest into the most dismayed face she ever had seen. "Go ahead, sock me with it. I'd like that."
Splatt! Splatt! The horny brimming ripe penis, so long somnolent, so wild to fire its treasure, smacked erotic lightning through surprised cheeks.
Again!
And still again and now the momentum was quickening as a possessed Ronald let need commandeer all reason. "Good! Goody, wow!" The delighted cries of long-ago adolescence surged to his lips but Pamela never heard them. The organ whipping her with love strokes was being pumped at the same time by an eager fist. His powerful body, every magnificent muscle electrified to the masturbation, was the body of a Greek god.
"Yahhh ... ohhh, yahhh!" The orgasm scream burst from Ronald as a rampaging barrage of semen shot from the top of a long dead volcano. "Eeehhh ... ohh, godddh, godddh!"
Pamela never would forget the splendor of the man. Every beautifully carved line of his body froze in the paroxysm of his first ejaculation in fifteen years. Like some liberated statue, the sinewy, lithe-muscled Ronald arched deeply, head thrown far back, concaving at the waist till his Olympian body was an inverted U with that fantastic erection at the apex of the curve.
"Ohhh ... wow!" Pam flung her arms frantically around pressed-together thighs, fingers digging into the taut cheeks of his ass as she dragged him down. "I don't care! If this is what Arthur wants me to do, I'm going to love doing it!"
He seemed not to hear. Slowly, like some crumbling mountain of perfect male contouring, he wilted to the deep pile rug and lay panting on his back. The frenzied cock barrel had wilted slightly and bent like a great white banana back toward his navel. He lay breathing lightly, eyes closed, the fist that had whipped the hardened prick now limp, along the curve of the shaft.
Pamela studied the man she was sure Arthur had planted, then looked down her bespattered front. Shades of Derek's blast-off! To be doused with such a delicious flood yet a second time in the first such experience she'd had with male wastefulness.
"Love mister come," she cooed, folding over the muscled chest of the playmate Arthur had brought for her birthday. So her husband wanted to play cute and see how much temptation she could stand, did he? Scrooching onto her back, outstretched in sizzling display across a gawking Ronald, she writhed sensuously over the naked torso of the master's spy. Surely he must be that!
"Is he out there in the hall, Ronnie, baby?" Pammy twisted to glare at the half-opened apartment door and it seemed to confirm her suspicion. She was sure she had closed that door after them, but no, Ronald had been behind her. "Go ahead and look, damn you, Arthur! Did you see the size of your pigeon? He's a mile longer than you and he squirts a gallon! Look!"
Pamela, arching against the human mattress under her, caught sight of their bodies in the full mirror on the back of the hall door. Incredible spectacle of beautiful human forms in the grip of sexual awakening. "Oohh, Arthur, I love mister cum. 'Specially other men's on my body."
She fingered the streaky, slowly congealing drops of Ronald's discharge, rubbing them across crazed nipples and moaning to the tactile madness it stirred. "Look at me, Arthur," she whispered to the opened door, voice now wavering with the fierce impact of the feeling under her. Her playmate was trembling and perspiring from the force of the struggle going on inside himself. She misread it as simple male lust.
"He's not out there, Mrs. Prin-"
"Oh, shut up, Mr. DeWitt!" She wriggled across his front, twisting her head to glare into his eyes. "You'll hate this, but m love it. Your nasty ole cock is goin' to masturbate me from the outside. See, Arthur, I'm still your lovin' and faithful wife."
It was as if someone had snapped an elastic on his partially collapsed prick when she maneuvered across his stomach and spread her legs. Thickening cock flesh shot to quivering vertical love spear through the golden thighs of a delighted Pamela. She stared at the image of a female/male in the mirror.
"Always wanted to wear one of these," she murmured, cupping an open fist around the erection and pressing it snugly against her pussy cleft. "Oh, dear heaven, that is good!"
She manipulated the steely shaft in a deliberate deviling of her sensitive vulva, grinding the rod back against her crotch to put pressure on her clitoris. It scored instantly.
"Whah ... watch ... Arthur!" she gasped, crossing her legs at the knees and squeezing to put maximum pressure on the trapped phallus. "Your man Ronnie is going to make I'll Pamela commummmhhh!" Her body was a nude symphony of voluptuous female locked in weird masturbation frenzy.
Moaning and straining against the rigid penis, she rubbed it fiercely back and forth across the outside of her cunt, her climax going on and on to the tantalizing torture of her clit by the flesh spike.
"You devil!" Her face was turned to his and their lips were a breath apart. "That's proof you he about impotence. You should have shot all over the place before I came, if it's been so long."
Ronald seemed to have a composure totally lost by Pamela. He leaned to place his mouth against hers, then impertinently tongued through the softly parted lips. His boldness, now exposed, intrigued Pam and she tongue-dueled for seconds, wondering if Arthur was hard with envy in the hall.
"I had a trauma once," DeWitt tried. "I really am not a fake. And your playing yourself with it should prove it. I can't ejaculate while a girl plays with it."
Pammy giggled at the ridiculous pretense and squirmed slightly up his front, debating whether to roll over and put their bodies face to face. More to the distraction of her bastard husband this way.
"Watch, Arthur. This is what you want to see." She stretched for Ronald's violent love organ soaring between her thighs. "You want to know if I might commit adultery sometime? I might. I'm going to!"
She shifted her impudent tail higher on Ronald's middle and spread her gorgeously tapered thighs wide to let the action in their middle be clearly seen. Her fingertips pressed lightly to angle the cock crown into place against quivering labial lips.
"It's adultery, Arthur," she said softly to the silence in the hall. "I love it."
A gagging groan shot from DeWitt's lips as his inflated prick crown crammed tightly into the threshold of Pammy's vagina. It was his first coitus in what seemed forever to the man. Unbelievably maddening to be trapped under her fantastic form, her fingers forcing his prick into her body ... he doing nothing but letting it happen. His arms closed over hers and his hands found her breasts. Tenderly, with the feeling this was once and only once it could ever happen, Ronald began tp massage the animated boobs.
"Dear Godddhhh, Ronnie, babeeee! You're fucking me! You're fucking me right in front of my husband...."
That grim job-destroying, if not life-destroying, thought had no more power on DeWitt. His cock, hard and ready, was in a female vagina. He was copulating. Doing what more than a decade of no sex had said was all over for him.
"Awwwhhh ... take it!" He ground upward from the "deep pile, lifting her dazzling wantonness in a crescent-shaped drama of male and female in coitus. In the mirror he caught sight of his great white root disappearing into Pam's wide stretched quim lips. An impossible bull size! Wild hips contouring down to a prominent vee seemed wilder with each thrust of his cock. She was in writhing rapture to the jabbing demands of his long-starved organ.
They rocked together in the awkward, wonderful position of both bodies facing out and maximum stress on an already passion-maddened phallus. A whirlpool swirled through his head and Ronald felt the return of unhinged fuck madness and let himself go.
"Yeee! I ... I'm gonna ... going ... eee!" His pelvic thrusts were cunt-maddened frenzies and then the semen roared. Up the long column, out through the years, into the sweetest vagina any man ever felt. Grabbing his cock the cannonade of shooting semen went on and on and Pammy screeched runaway rapture.
Very, very slowly the crest subsided and the spasms deep inside were replaced with little rippling convulsions traveling across the fiat of Pam's tummy. His fingers drifted lightly across her midriff and rested on the quivering mons.
She unwound from the heights and rolled from his body to he beside him, staring into his face. "Know something?"
"What?" '
"I hope Arthur enjoyed watching, but I don't really care. I loved our doing it."
He hooked an arm under her head and propped to an elbow. "He's not out there. And he didn't put me up to anything."
Pam had had enough charade. She pushed unsteadily to her feet and stumbled into the darkened hall, flipping the switch as she left the bedroom. He heard her hurrying down the corridor.
Empty.
She moved quickly into the darkness beyond and Ronald lay listening to her call for Arthur. It was ten minutes before she returned. DeWitt was where she left him on his back on the deep pile.
She dropped to his side and clutched a diaphanous peek-a-boo negligee tight to her frame. Highlights of pink girl flesh beneath caught his eye and he felt new stirring.
"It's true, you know," he said. "You can believe whatever you want, but Mr. Pringle hired me on the certainty I am impotent from a childhood trauma. I have been in every compromising situation possible and whatever you may believe, I have never once been aroused since I was fourteen. Till now. You had to come mess up my chance for a great job."
"I'm sorry I've spoiled everything." She snipped the response, slowly beginning to believe he was exactly what he said. "Now, why don't we admit maybe you had just a wee bit of fun."
He shoved to an elbow and started to reach, then reconsidered. "Hey ... honest, I'm sorry. That was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me. I'm a selfish clod. I just need the work real bad."
"You're for real, aren't you?" She watched the discouraged slump of his shoulders. "What ever happened to you to make you lose your potency back then? And how old are you now?"
"I'm twenty-nine."
"I hate you already." She smiled in spite of remembering her birthday. It was the first time he'd seen her smile. It was a lovely change. "So, tell me how it happened way back when and see if I can believe you."
Ronald was silent for moments and in the quiet his once formidable phallic assembly shrunk to the rubbery state she had first seen. He appeared lost in memory and the taste of the past was a mixed bag. With a sigh he looked a final time at her to see if she would let him off the hook of telling. She reached a hand to draw him to her side, but he flopped onto his back and caught his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
"You're going to really call me a liar, if I tell you."
"Try me." She squirmed prettily on the deep pile, chin propped between her palms, her torrid nudity for the time lost on DeWitt.
He sighed and took a deep breath. "Just remember, you asked for this...."