Chapter 8
The day shone bright and clear but when Jennifer woke up the next morning to the sound of the waves below the cliff, her brain at first completely refused to function. She didn't want to know where she was, remember what had happened the night before or face the problems the day was bound to bring with all these people. She ground her face down into the pillow, trying to make believe she was back in her little apartment in Greenwich Village and was just leaving to go to the magazine as on any other normal day ... but she couldn't hold onto the illusion. There was too much space around her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked Wearily around at the large airy room with the bright California sunlight filtering through the already open drapes. She looked at the ceiling, at an Impressionist painting on a wall, a chest of drawers ... and finally she forced herself to look down at the giant size bed she was lying on. A chill of shame swept over her. No, it hadn't been a nightmare. She had really had her pussy licked, and swallowed enough of Larry Henderson's cum to feed a starving calf. There was a pillow on each side of hers and hollows in the wrinkled sheets plainly indicated that she had slept between two other bodies. As she looked closer, she saw spots of dried cum here and there and suddenly in her mind she had a vivid picture of herself greedily gulping down hot male cum juice and reveling in it. Almost under her nose, on the pillow, there was a coiled pubic hair, too thick to be a woman's.
With a stifled sob she slid off the bed, found her bathrobe on the floor and walked unsteadily to the door. She had failed! She had failed to get away. Instead of slipping away after her two ravishers had fallen asleep as she had intended, she had passed out cold after that last incredible cunt-bursting cum. Her sex-sated body had betrayed her and she had slept even longer than the other two.
Half expecting the man she thought was Larry Henderson to be standing on the other side, leering at her naked tits with a glass of Grand Marnier in his hand, she stealthily opened the door and peered down the hall. It was deserted, thank God. She hurried to the room she thought was hers, only to find it locked. With a sinking heart she tried the next ... and there everything was, all her things just as she had left them. She quickly locked the door and sank dizzily down on the rumpled bed where she had drunkenly twisted and turned the night before trying to solve the problem of how to help herself and Carlyle Henderson.
And the problem was still there, she reminded herself, but now she just didn't feel she had the strength to cope with it. How was she ever going to face Carlyle Henderson's wife and her vicious lover after the disgustingly wanton way she had responded to their lewd tongue-and mouthfucking. God, she'd been like putty in their hands! Her pale heart-shaped face crimsoned blood-red when she remembered how she had shamelessly fingerfucked her hungrily grinding pussy right in front of them. Of course, it had been all the alcohol she had drunk and the terrible strain she had been under, but still ... Never in a million years would she have believed herself capable of spreading her legs for another woman, and gulping down a man's cum as he emptied his balls in her slavishly devouring mouth.
But it wasn't a question of her, she reproved herself grimly. It was a question of Carlyle Henderson, whose wife was cheating on him with his own brother, and the money he was being gypped out of. She knew now that she couldn't count on Valerie to help her in any way. The silken-haired woman was much too much under the influence of her brutal lover to ever turn against him. So the only solution was to get away and hope to warn Carlyle.
Wearily she forced herself to take a shower. Then she put on a simple blue-and-white halter dress and went down the curving Spanish steps. The door to Carlyle Henderson's study was closed but though she held her breath to listen, she could hear no sound of life behind it. It occurred to her that the only phone she had seen in the house was in the study and that if she could only slip in there and call a taxi to come in and meet her down the road ... She was just reaching for the doorknob when the phone inside suddenly jangled, the receiver was lifted and she heard a low resonant voice say in precise clipped tones. "Hello...? Oh, hello. How are you? No ... but I think I've solved the problem. At least I feel like directing again. The script layout should be finished in three months at the most. Yes ... Thanks for calling. Goodbye." Carlyle Henderson!
Jennifer's heart leaped into her throat. Carlyle was back, safe and sound! She had never forgotten the sound of that deep voice with its beautifully articulated way of speaking that she had heard as a child when she had skated for him! Excitedly, she knocked on the door which was opened almost immediately by Valerie.
"Oh ... Good morning, Jennifer!" the willowy blonde exclaimed, looking a bit startled. "We ... I didn't realize you were up yet."
"Hi ya, kid! How ya feel after last night?"
The coarse hateful voice she knew as Larry Henderson's boomed in Jennifer's ears. She stared in dismay at the rugged gray-haired man sitting with his feet propped up on a corner of the desk. The lecherous leer on his tanned face left no doubt that it was he who had forced her to suck his cock to cumming in her mouth the night before.
"But ... but I thought I heard Carlyle's voice," she faltered, fighting to keep back the tears of disappointment.
"Oh, tha's just part'a my job as his business manager." Carlyle smoothly explained with a very loutish Larry-type grin at the troubled young girl. "When old Carlyle ain't here, I imitate his voice so folks won't know he's goofin' off out on the ocean."
"Yes, Larry does a very good imitation of Carlyle, don't you think, dear?" Valerie put in quickly, circling Jennifer's shoulders with her slender arm. "Why don't we go out in the kitchen and have some toast and coffee? You must be starved."
Numbly, Jennifer let herself be led out of the study and down the hall toward the kitchen. The imitation of Carlyle's voice had really been extraordinary, she thought uneasily. It had certainly fooled her. And Valerie had said Larry and Carlyle looked enough a-like to be twins, so really, there was nothing to stop Larry from turning into Carlyle. All he would have to do would be to learn to forge his brother's handwriting and she was sure the unscrupulous man had already done that. So he could easily kill Carlyle and take his place. Of course, he wouldn't be able to direct films, but he could say he didn't feel like it anymore. Lots of film directors did that as they grew older. The diabolical simplicity of the plot made her shiver inwardly.
"Valerie," she blurted out suddenly as they entered the huge, old-fashioned kitchen. "I've changed my mind. I'd like Guido to drive me to Los Angeles today."
"Why, of course, dear, if that's what you want," the older woman smoothly agreed, popping some bread in the toaster and pouring out two cups of coffee from a pot that had been simmering on the stove. She placed the cups on a large clean-scrubbed wooden table and faced Jennifer. "Is it because of what happened last night?" she asked softly, moving closer to the young photographer and looking at her searchingly.
Jennifer swallowed hard and felt her skin prickle as Carlyle Henderson's wife's alluring musky scent enveloped her and she felt the unnatural current of attraction begin to flow between them again.
"Yes!" she said defiantly, forcing herself to meet the older woman's dark glittering gaze.
"I thought you enjoyed it," Valerie persisted slyly. "At least the part with me kissing your pussy. You certainly had a beautiful orgasm. I can still taste your delicious cum. And you even seemed to enjoy sucking Larry's cock and swallowing his cum, too," she added maliciously.
"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!" Jennifer cried, her face blazing with shame even as she felt a lewd urge to reach out and touch the beautiful blonde, fondle her huge luscious tits, lick the glossy blonde pussy hairs between her legs. God, she must be going crazy. "I've got to go! Right away!" she insisted wildly. "I don't want any coffee. I'll go up and pack my bag."
"All right. I'll tell Larry." Valerie said.
"Oh, please don't!" Jennifer begged desperately. "I don't want to see him again!"
"You won't have to, if you don't want to, dear," Valerie soothed her. "But he has the car keys."
"I thought Guido had them!" the distraught young girl wailed.
"Larry took them away from Guido this morning," Valerie explained glibly. "I don't know why."
"Ohhh...." Jennifer sank weakly into a chair by the table. She knew why! It was because Larry had heard her ask Guido to drive her away the night before, after Guido had fucked her. She was a prisoner!
"You'd better have some coffee," Valerie said kindly, setting cream and sugar on the table. "I'll be right back."
As the deceptively slender-looking blonde left the kitchen, Jennifer mechanically sipped the fragrant coffee, wondering what on earth she was going to do. Her mind darted this way and that like a rat in a maze but came up with nothing. She couldn't try to run away during the day because they would catch her long before she reached the highway at the end of the long road along the cliff and at night they would probably use her naked body for their lewd pleasure again as they had last night. Her hands trembled violently as obscene images of herself in one debasing perverted act after another raced through her overwrought brain. Those images would be with her forever, she knew, imprinted indelibly on her memory.
"'Lo, Miss-uhh-Jennifer."
The startled young girl jumped and spilled half her coffee on the table as Guido entered silently through a door behind her and sidled over to her. God, he was always sneaking up on her! She frowned sternly up at his swarthy, unshaven face with its idiotic grin and asked sharply, "Guido, why did Mr. Larry take the car keys away from you?"
"I uh-I dunno, Miss," the hairy bodyguard bumbled. "I guess it's 'cause he caught me fuckin' ya and he wanted to do it to ya hisself. Did he fuck it to ya in the mouth like he said?" he asked eagerly, squeezing the front of his fly with obvious excitement.
"Of course not!" Jennifer rebuked him sharply, feeling the blood surge into her face again. "Guido, is it true that Mr. Carlyle and Mr. Larry look exactly a-like?"
"Oh, yeah ... Ya can't tell em apart, 'cept by the way they talk," the slow-witted man replied. "You fucked with me good, Miss, so why'n't you fuck with Mr. Larry?"
"Oh, Guido, it's because I really like you!" the desperate young girl lied. "I'll let you fuck me again if you'll just get me away from here. Go get the car keys from Mr. Larry. Take them away from him! You're a lot younger and stronger than he is."
"Oh, yeah, I kin get the keys awright!" Guido grinned at her, balling up his thick hairy fist and making his powerful biceps bulge out from under his short-sleeved tee shirt. "Will ya let me fuck ya right now?" he asked, moistening his thick lips with the tip of his tongue as his coffee-colored eyes raked over her lithe young body.
"As soon as we get away from the house, Guido," Jennifer said. "I promise."
"Nah! Right now!" the huge bodyguard insisted stubbornly. He moved toward her, obscenely caressing the rapidly growing bulge in the crotch of his black pants.
"But we can't!" Jennifer protested impatiently. "Valerie-Miss Valerie will be back any minute."
"Awwww, she won't mind," Guido mumbled. "She likes to watch people fuckin'. You ever do it on a chair?" he inquired suddenly. One of his long arms swung out and circled her tiny waist, sweeping her against his brawny chest. His mouth ground down against hers in a hard, crushing kiss and she could feel his thick, strong tongue probing against her tightly clenched teeth.
God, it was last night all over again, Jennifer thought miserably, aware of the unwanted feathery awakening in her pussy below as she remembered the soaring, cunt-splitting cum the hairy brute had fucked her to in his basement room ... the only-natural cum a man had ever fucked her to. Oh God! She struggled frantically to pull away as she felt the hardening length of his cock pressing against the soft mound of her belly and a treacherous trickle of moisture in her own alerted pussy.
Her body was responding to his violent animal impulses like another animal's. She wondered what he had meant by Carlyle's wife liking to watch people fuck. Did she and her hateful lover sometimes use this poor house servant to put on sex exhibitions for them? After last night she wouldn't be surprised at anything. God, suppose they both came in right now and just stood there watching and laughing while Guido fucked her. She redoubled her efforts to push him away.
So here we go again, Miss-uh-Jennifer, the huge man mused ironically to himself. With one muscular arm he easily held the writhing young girl locked against his sturdy torso while with his other hand he massaged her cunt beneath her skirt to heat her up more. He was definitely going to miss being Guido the idiot bodyguard and house servant, he realized. There was a double-barreled kick in taking a prim and proper little cunt who thought he was a half-wit moron and then fucking her until she was just a mewling, whining mass of female lust begging for more cock.
"I'll tear ya dress off if ya don't stop wigglin'," he growled menacingly in Jennifer's ear. "But I'd rather fuck ya with just tits hanging out and yer panties still on. I like fuckin' girls with their thin little panties just pulled aside from their pussy."
The trembling young blonde abruptly gave up the unequal struggle and stood still while the swarthy man opened her blouse, unsnapped her bra and let her huge young tits flop out into the air. It was senseless to try to resist his brute force, she knew, and he was her only chance of getting out of this accursed house. She waited with a violently pounding heart as he opened his fly quickly. She had to win him over to her side. She just had to!
"I like to fuck with my clothes on." He grinned lewdly. "It seems more dirty, like I'm fuckin' a kid, or sump'n!"
"Oh, Guido!" she feigned a delighted little gasp of excitement when his thick, dark skinned cock popped free, thrusting proudly into the air in that lewd salute to lust that she remembered from the night before. God, in broad daylight it appeared twice as big around. She didn't see how she had ever been able to take all of it in her belly without being ripped apart.
"When we get to Los Angeles," she went on gamely, "we'll go to a motel and fuck and fuck all night long, won't we, Guido?"
"Will ya suck my cock, too?" he drooled lecherously at her, clutching his bobbing member in one hand as if he were afraid it would fly away. "And ... and let me cum in yer mouth?"
"Oh, yes! I want to suck your big beautiful cock, too!" Jennifer exclaimed without batting an eye. "But now we'll just have ... a fast fuck with our clothes on, and then you'll get the car keys, won't you, Guido?" She forced herself to snuggle up against him and reached down to brazenly stroke the loose foreskin up and down his still-swelling cock shaft with one small hand. The salacious words and acts stirred the prurient desire lurking deep in her loins and she shivered lasciviously with the knowledge of her newly discovered weakness.
'Yeah, 'ats right. Uh fast fuck onna chair." Guido grinned loosely at her and led her over to a sturdy straight-backed chair by the kitchen table. He sat down on it, bent forward, and pulled her to him, lifted her skirt, pulled the cunt band of her thin blue panties aside, and buried his swarthy face in the soft brown fleece between her shapely thighs, lapping very rapidly like a dog with his long, slippery tongue until he had licked her pussy hairs away from the moist pink slit of her cunt. His grasping fingers curled into the soft flesh of her panty-clad ass cheeks as he pulled her cunt hard against his slobbering mouth and his tongue curved upward to flip the flowering little bud of her clitoris.
Jennifer swayed weakly forward, tangling her hands in his thick black hair. A little moan escaped her slackly parted lips as a flurry of erotic excitement billowed up from her cunt below, swelling her nakedly hanging tits and stiffening her nipples in their coral-tinted coronas. She stared glassily at the door through which Valerie Henderson and her fiendish lover might enter at any minute to catch her in the middle of this shameless cunt licking ... and in a warped twisted way she almost wished they would catch Guido fucking her. After what they had done to her last night....
Briefly, she was aware that something terrible had happened to her mind since she had entered Carlyle Henderson's house; then she was conscious only of the mounting urgency of a craving that the agile tongue swirling around the inflamed nub of her throbbing clitoris could only intensify ... never completely satisfy.
"Oooh! Lord, fuck me now, Guido," she panted hoarsely, pulling feebly at his head with both hands. "Fuck me now!"
Guido raised his head from the wetly frothing slit of her pussy and nodded. "Wait a second," he mumbled. "I gotta idea." He stood up and lumbered into a small storage chest next to the kitchen, reappearing almost immediately with a good-sized mirror which he had taken from a shelf. This he propped up on a chair opposite the one he was sitting on.
"Now we kin-uh-watch me fuckin' you." He grinned half-wittedly up at her. He sat down again and adjusted the mirror against the back of the other chair so that the thick turgid shaft and bulbous blood-filled head of his cock jutting out from its tangle of coal-black pubic hairs was clearly reflected. Then he reached out for Jennifer's hips, twisting her around so that her ass was toward him, her cunt facing the mirror.
"Now ya just siddown ass backwards on it," he explained, spreading his hairy legs and pulling the young girl back between them. "It's a lot more fun this way ... seein' my big hot cock goin' in and outa yer lil' pussy."
Jennifer felt his rough fingers slip under her skirt, press the cunt band of her panties aside, and pull apart the slick wet lips of her pussy. Lurid chills chased up and down the length of her spine as she looked in the mirror opposite and saw beneath her raised skirt his bulging, blood-engorged cock head poised just beneath the pinkly glistening flesh of her hotly throbbing little cunt mouth. Fascinated, she watched as her own small hand, as though it had a mind of its own, reached down between her legs and encircled the rigid girth of his heavily pulsating cock, directing it toward the palpitating hole of her moistly dripping pussy. She could see ... as well as feel ... the already frothily throbbing little cum-slit on the softer underside of his potent cock head and the heavy sac of his balls resting on the edge of the chair between his widespread legs. Slowly, with a little shudder of frightened delight, she squatted her nakedly spread cunt hole down over the blunt, club-like shaft.
"Ooooohhh," she moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure, as his thick, iron-hard member slipped partway into her tightly stretched pussy. Gingerly she levered herself up, then sank back down again, grinding her ass cheeks down a little harder this time and watching avidly in the mirror before her as an inch more of his rigidly throbbing cock disappeared up into the warmly engulfing depths of her cunt. Once more she raised up, but this time as she started to sink her pussy down on him, he grabbed her around the waist just above the hip bones and brutally shoved her whole body downward.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!" she grunted as the whole merciless length of his huge hardness skewered deep up into her belly and the jarring ass cheek-flattening smack of her buttocks down against his pelvis drove the breath from her lungs.
"Waaaiiittt!" she begged for a momentary respite, as the waves of pain radiating out from her cruelly impaled cunt began to gradually subside. She already knew from her experience of the night before that the thick girth of his trunk-like cock would be the source of excruciating pleasure if only he would give her seldom fucked little pussy time to adapt to it.
Guido reached around her and pulled her supple skater's legs up on top of his thighs so that they were spread out in almost a flat plane and the quivering little jewel of her clitoris nestling between the uneven, sparsely -haired lips of her cunt was clearly visible in the mirror. Directly under it about an inch of the dark-skinned underside of his jerking cock protruded obscenely from the tight little hole and the pendulous, sperm-bloated sac of his balls sagged over the edge of the chair toward the floor.
Jennifer stared at the lewdly exciting sight in the mirror as though hypnotized. Her whole slim, youthful body shivered in a spasm of salacious titilation when she saw Guido's blunt forefinger reach down between her thighs and begin to stroke and tease the glistening pink little titty of her shamelessly delighted clitty. Little mewling sounds of pleasure tumbled from her gaping mouth as the finger circling her clitoris and the rampant cock throbbing wildly deep up inside her cunt sent thrilling charges of sensual gratification through every nerve in her sex-inflamed body. She strained forward and slipped her two hands under her silken-clad ass cheeks onto his sinewy thighs in order to push herself upwards.
Slowly the thick rigid pole protruding from her cunt became visible in the mirror again, glistening wetly from her richly flowing cunt juices. She pushed upward until she could see the thin pink cleft on the tip of his cock where the swollen head began, then let her wide-split pussy slither down again on the well-greased rod with a lewdly grunting little whimper of urgent need.
"Ya ready to fuck now?" Guido whispered in her ear.
"Oh, yesss! God, yesssss," she hissed back at him, greedily watching the mirror to see what the animal-like man was going to do to her next. In her lust-clouded brain she no longer cared as long as the exquisitely agonizing sensations of erotic pleasure continued. Carlyle Henderson himself could have walked into the kitchen at that moment and she wouldn't have even bothered to look at him.
Guido squeezed his powerful hands under the impassioned young photographer's firmly rounded ass cheeks and began to bounce her up and down on his lap as easily as if she were a baby. He lifted her up until only the very tip of his swollen blood-filled cock was still inside her snugly clasping little cunt hole, then slammed her down again, simultaneously giving a flexing upward fuck of his pelvis. Jennifer began to moan softly as she felt the huge head of his penis bang hard against the bottom of her cunt up inside on each penetration. She was floating in an uncharted region somewhere between agony and heavenly bliss but all that mattered was for it to go on.
With her eyes glued to the lewd, all-seeing mirror she reached up and began to pinch the stiffened nipples of her nakedly jiggling tits while she avidly watched the lewd spectacle of the thickly gleaming cock fucking in and out of her wetly dripping, wide-split cunt. She saw her pussy juices begin to seep down over the brutish house guard's heavily bloated balls and drip onto the floor as he fucked tirelessly in and out of her desire-drenched pussy. God, let it go on forever, she thought ecstatically, abandoning her body and mind completely to the primitive creature fucking into her like a gorilla from below.
Each time he lifted her up she felt as if he were flipping her high into some dizzying rapturous region of pure blinding pleasure and when he slammed her cunt down on the burgeoning length of his throbbing cock again, she seemed to rebound higher than ever, floating away from everything in the world except his hairy muscular body and the magic mirror in front of them that had transformed them into a single four-legged, self-fucking animal miraculously united in a savage race toward cumming.
Suddenly she felt his wildly ramming cock give a warning throb far up inside her hungrily devouring cunt passage and saw the heavily swollen sperm canal on the underside of his jerking penis bulge out as the first rush of heated semen seethed up from his dangling balls and burst like an exploding star deep in her womb.
"Godddddd!" she wailed like a woman possessed when his spurting cum triggered off her own mad climax. "I'm cummmmmiiinnnngg! I'm ccuuuummmmiiiinnngg!!"
"Jeeeezussss!" Guido groaned, continuing to fuck her up and down on his-frantically spouting cock until her hungrily sucking pussy lips had milked him dry of the last drop of cum and he didn't have the strength to lift her anymore. Watching in the mirror over her shoulder he saw his cum-drained cock ooze stickily out of her wide-split cunt, followed by a final spasmodic gush of their combined cum-juices. For a long moment they both just sat there, on the chair, the lower halves of their nakedly entwined bodies reflected in the mirror like some obscenely sated, four-legged bisexual monster that had just fucked itself to a wildly screaming climax.
How long she had sat there, her still warmly throbbing cunt walls quivering in belated orgasm she didn't know but when the young New York photographer finally gathered the strength to lift herself from the huge guard's lap and stagger off to the bathroom next to the kitchen, Valerie retreated discreetly from the kitchen doorway where she had been amusedly watching this example of Guido's sexual inventiveness. He and Carlyle were certainly two of a kind, she mused whimsically. No wonder they were such good companions.
She had gone to inform Carlyle of Jennifer's decision to leave immediately and he had told her to start what he called "the beginnings of Operation Cornbal!"-which was the horny bastard's plan to get the young girl out on the beach alone at night with him. Actually, Valerie had to admit it was an ingenious plan, probably the only thing that would work with Jennifer being so fucked out and frightened by the mental state she was in.
When she heard the door of the bathroom open, Valerie waited a few minutes and then twisted her delicately featured face into what she hoped was a terribly worried expression and hurried into the kitchen. Guido had disappeared and Jennifer was sitting slumped over at the kitchen table sobbing brokenheartedly. The older woman went quickly over to her and hugged her comfortingly.
"What's wrong, dear?" she asked the distressed girl warmly. "What happened? Why are you crying?"
"Oh, I don't know," Jennifer sobbed. She couldn't tell Carlyle's wife the truth ... that the big gorilla guard had fucked her again and now she was certain that he had no intention at all of keeping his promise to get the car keys and drive her back to the airport. "I just feel depressed. I want to go back to New York I" she blurted out miserably.
"Well, there's nothing to stop you," Valerie said, laying the car keys on the table. "But I wish you wouldn't."
"He gave you the keys?" Jennifer exclaimed incredulously. God, after the way she had let herself get fucked bowlegged to get them!
"He practically threw them at me," the willowy blonde replied, going into her little act. "But ... Jennifer, there's something I have to tell you and I don't know exactly how to put it. I think I need a drink."
She went to a cupboard, took out a bottle of cognac and came back to the table. Pouring a good-sized shot into her coffee cup, she gulped half of it down, took a deep breath and said, "I think Larry is planning to kill Carlyle."
"What?" Jennifer gasped, astonished that Valerie would suddenly confide in her this way after she had caught her husband's own brother fucking her in the mouth.
"He's been jealous of Carlyle's money," the attractive blonde went on, looking as harassed as she possibly could and miserably twisting her slender hands together. "I think he's afraid he's going to be fired before he can steal anymore of it. If he can kill Carlyle, he'll just take everything over as Carlyle. You must understand there's nothing I can do. He's got the most awful photographs of Guido doing things to me that would convince anyone that I was part of the plot. He looked terribly upset this morning, and when I told him you wanted to leave, he said the sooner the better. He wants you out of the way. And now he's getting ready to go down to the beach and wait for Carlyle to come to shore."
"Down to the beach?" Jennifer repeated in a frightened voice, not wanting to hear what she knew was coming next.
"Yes," Valerie said with a little catch in her voice. "He's going down there to wait until Carlyle anchors his boat and comes onto the beach in his rubber raft. He generally comes in at night under a full moon, so it might be tonight. Then I'm afraid he'll kill him I"
"We have to call the police right away," Jennifer whispered shakily.
"It'll be too late," Valerie objected tearfully. "There's only one solution, Jennifer. You've got to go to the beach with him and stay with him every second! When Carlyle starts ashore you can scream to warn him. That's the only way to save him."
"Go with him...." Jennifer quavered. "But I can't! I mean, what good will it do? I can't stop him. He'd only kill me too."
"No, he won't dare," the older woman said ruefully. "You work for a well-known magazine that would investigate. Everyone knows I'm Larry's mistress and it would be only natural if I disappeared at the same time he did. But if you disappeared, there would be a thorough investigation and the truth would be bound to come out. Larry knows this and he won't dare hurt you. He won't dare refuse to let you go with him either. It would look suspicious. After all, if you came all the way out here just to interview and photograph Carlyle, and if you ask to go along, he'll have to let you. Maybe he'll call the trip off. That's what I hope but I'm afraid he'll take you along and then try to slip away from you somehow. Or else...." the beautiful blonde lowered her voice and gave Jennifer a shrewd look. "Or else he might just try to make things so unpleasant for you that you'll turn back of your own accord."
Jennifer shivered uneasily. She felt as if an army of ants were crawling through the marrow of her bones. "You mean he'll make me do things ... like last night?" she asked apprehensively.
"I'm afraid so," Valerie nodded. "But God, you'll just have to put up with it, for Carlyle's sake!"
"Oh Lord!" the young girl groaned. She didn't know if she could stand it. But a man's life was at stake and one more fuck more-or-less wouldn't matter anyway. Slowly, a grimace of determination crossing over her face, she answered, "I'll do it for Carlyle! I just can't let the world lose such a man!"