Chapter 10
Grouse stormed into the foyer, looking like the classic cat with the bird in its mouth. He walked briskly past the two fondling figures over on the couch in the corner. He didn't have to look. He knew what kind of place this was.
Today, Grouse looked especially disgusting. His foul breath sucked quickly in and out between his yellow, grime-covered teeth. His ill-fitting clothing hung on his pudgy body completely awry. But foul as he was, he was a man with a mission. Now I'll repay that Staunton bitch for her hospitality, he raged inwardly; now we'll see who eats shit; And this time that little cunt isn't going to get out of it like she did the last time. I'll get her busted. She'll never work in this town again. As Grouse quickly climbed the first floor stairs, he encountered Vanessa.
The black girl eyed him coldly. "What are you doin' here, you louse. You know you ain't wanted."
"Out of my way, cunt!" he screamed at her. Vanessa stood in the middle of the stair blocking his path.
"Get out of here, creep," she said. "Don't you be thinkin' that you'll be goin' upstairs to bother Miss Candy. She's had a hard night and needs her beauty sleep."
"It won't matter what she looks like when I'm through with her, With all of you!" he screamed.
The commotion brought Beth and the congressman out of the dining room and onto the landing.
Grouse spied him and screamed out. "And you! I've got you good!" Grouse reached into his pocket and brought out a handful of pictures. "Fucking your niece in a whorehouse, that'll look good on the front page, won't it, my esteemed colleague." Beth began to scream with fright and the congressman held her in his arms, his eyes riveted to the action on the stairs.
Vanessa laughed in his face at his threats. "Well, boy, now if you was comin' here to get some pussy for those pictures of yours why didn't you say so in the first place." She undid her robe so that her pendulous mahogany tits and black bush were plainly visible. She began to rotate her hips lewdly. Grouse looked down at the black bush, and his mouth began to water. Her nipples stood out, long and dark. He saw, in his mind's eye the image of himself, lunging at those huge brown tits. He reached his neck forward and tried to bite them. Vanessa deftly leaped aside. His teeth snapped in mid-air.
"Now, baby, don't you know what kind of house this is?" she said tartly. "This here's a hoo-ah house. You don't get pussy for free in this place, you got to pay for it. But just because we know you, we'll give you a special deal. You get my tits and ass and pussy just for them pictures." She reached out her hand. "You just give ol' Vanessa those pics, and you'll be right where you wanna be. Guarantee. You'll be around the world in a minute, lover."
Grouse was tempted to take her up on her offer. He knew the whore's code would forbid Vanessa to back out of it if he gave her the pictures. The code stated that once something was offered and a price set, then it could riot be refused if the customer agreed to pay the price. He stared at Vanessa's naked body. She thrust her tits invitingly close to his face. Grouse felt his desire well within him. He took stock of the wench's black bush, her pink cunt lips visible through the dark hair. He gazed at her wide hips, and at her two hanging black tits. But the desire within him was replaced by a deeper, darker emotion. He wanted revenge. He had no quarrel with Vanessa, except that she had laughed at him. Grouse hated to be laughed at more than anything else in the world. That's what had so enraged him about his encounter with Candice. He imagined that when he left, her and her two goons had a good laugh at his expense. He looked again at the mocking face of the black girl and her comedy. The rage boiled over the top, and with a savage cry he struck out at her with all of his strength. "Out of my way, I say!" he bellowed.
Vanessa was knocked off balance by his blow. Pitching forward, she tumbled down half a flight of stairs and lay limp at the bottom. The congressman and Beth ran over to her and nursed the crumpled form. Grouse continued up the steps, his heart beating wildly, his breaths coming in hoarse gasps. He reached the second floor landing. Some of the girls had come out of their rooms to see what the commotion was all about. They stared in horror at the grotesque picture of Grouse, growling as he climbed the last flight of stairs that separated him and Candice. The stairs seemed to narrow in front of his eyes. His perception was crazily off. It seemed as though there was a single point in the universe for him to reach, and that point was Candice.
Thoughts of what he would do to her flashed crazily through his mind. He would fuck her, of course. Of course! He threw back his head and laughed maniacally. He would spread those luscious asscheeks and stick his prick right up that cunt's ass. And he would squeeze her tits until they felt like they were going to break off. He would listen to her scream arid her screams would sound so good to him, just like music. He remembered Candice's ass squatting over him and shitting on his face. She'll shit, he thought in a complete rage. She'll shit come for a week!
He reached the third floor. Sunlight streamed through the doorway at the end of the hall. Candice was in there with Richard, fucking him for the second time that morning. Grouse reached the door and threw it open. The scene that greeted him raised his rage to fever pitch.
Richard was in back of Candice, his huge cock plunging in and out of her dripping twat, doggie style. Candice was moaning and pushing her ass against his loins, driving his cock all the way into her. Then Candice would rock forward, and Richard back and then the two of them would slam back together with cries of pleasure. Locked in their embrace, neither of them heard the commotion outside or heard Grouse enter.
Grouse stared at their naked, locked bodies with jealousy and hatred. He had not seen Candice since that fateful day, and the sight of her maddened him more than he thought he could be maddened, by anything. He watched as Richard's huge cock and muscular body drove Candice into shivers of pleasure. She writhed and moaned on the bed, undulating her haunches to coincide with, his long strokes.
Something told Candice to look behind her, and shocked, she observed the quaking Grouse. His face was completely red and wrenched up, like an old man's. She had never seen an uglier person in her life.
"Grouse!" she screamed. "Get out of this room, and out of my house!" Richard heard her voice and spun around too. His passion changed to anger. He would take this wretch by the hair and tear his head off his shoulders. He leaped from the bed, his fists clenched, his erection still standing out before him.
"Stay back, goon," Grouse hissed. "Miss Staunton may be interested in some merchandise that I have for sale. Some mementos of last night, perhaps?" He held up the wad of photographs.
"What are those?" asked Candice.
"These are some interesting photos that I took at your Gala Opening last night." He sorted them in his hands and then looked at them, holding the snapshots right side up, then upside down and finally, from side to side. He seemed to be carefully studying each one. "Yes, indeed. Very interesting. For instance, here's one with the congressman and his young niece that ought to make good copy." He stepped forward and handed the snapshot to Candice.
Candice stared at the photos. The figures were unmistakably clear. Beth lay across the banquet table, while behind her, his face lit by the hall lamp, the congressman stood corn-holing his niece. The pictures were not fakes. No one could imitate the look of ecstasy on their faces. "What do you want?" Candice asked, coldly. She had to hear Grouse out. Too many reputations were at stake for her to refuse to deal with him simply because he revolted her.
Grouse looked pleased. "Ah, yes. Madam, now we get to the good part. The breast of the chicken. The loin of the pig, yes?" He looked at her lewdly. "All I want is to repay the fine hospitality that you've shown me. Like the time you shit in my face!" He spat on the carpet. "All I want, Candy, is to see you grovel beneath my feet and beg for mercy. And I'll have mercy on you, Candy, baby. I'll let your goon here leave the room so he won't have to watch his favorite pussy humiliated. Eh, Lover Boy? Unless you want to watch. That can be arranged too."
Richard started to move toward him, but Candice held up her hand. "There's too much at stake, Richard. Stay back," she ordered. Richard halted, helpless. "Now, Grouse," she said. "If I do what you say and let you do anything you want with me, then you'll destroy the pictures and not harass any of the people in them. Is that clear?"
Grouse nodded, licking his lips.
"Go ahead," she said.
Grouse tossed the pictures to Richard. "Here, Lover Boy, you can pass these around the boy's room." Richard watched, horrified, as Candice let her robe drop so that her body was revealed to the two men. Richard looked again at her beauty, all soft curves and fire, and then looked at the snorting, disgusting man who was about to humiliate her. And there was nothing he could do to help. His head held down with shame, he walked slowly out of the room.
Grouse once again gazed at Candice's naked body. She shivered slightly in the morning chill, running ripples across her fine, full tits. Instinctively she held her legs together, as if to try and shield her pussy from him.
Grouse unbuckled his pants and brought out his huge, greasy prick. He waved it obscenely about. He saw the look of horror on Candice's face as she stared at his prick and said, "Oh, don't worry, baby, you'll love this prick in a minute. In a little while, honey, you'll be begging for more." He looked at her sternly. "Turn around and bend over!" he ordered.
Candice could do nothing but comply. Her eyes filling with tears, she turned around and spread her cheeks wide apart. Grouse could see her pink slit and tender asshole thrust at him. His blood began to boil. With a maniacal laugh, he strode over to her. He thrust his fat, dirty fingers in her cunt, pinching the tender pussy walls. Candice began to cry. It was all over, she knew. Fie would be back again and again to torment her until she finally ran away and changed her name. The other girls could keep the house. They had all earned it. Tears streamed from her eyes as Grouse manhandled Her delicate twat. The pain was excruciating. She tried to close her eyes and let her mind drift away but all she could feel was his fat fingers forcing their way up her asshole.
The door burst open and Richard ran in, "Don't!" Candice screamed, but it was too late. Richard had already grabbed Grouse by the collar. Richard hurled the reporter across the room, and before Grouse could struggle to his feet, had pounced on him. Candice screamed. Some part of her enjoyed watching Grouse get his due, but as she heard each smash of Richard's fist against Grouse's face, she knew that her doom became more completely sealed. She watched in horror as Richard threw punch after punch into Grouse's body until he just slumped against the wall, unable to stand erect. Richard stood panting before him for a moment, then grabbed him and carried the reporter out of the room by his cellar and hair. Reaching the steps, Richard threw Grouse down. He re-entered the bedroom.
"Richard," said Candice, "that was beautiful and I want to thank you. But you know that you just fucked everything up."
"No, Boss," said Richard, grinning. "I didn't fuck anything up." He held out a snapshot to her. In it was Heather, and the editor of Grouse's paper, locked in the most intimate embrace. This one photo made all of Grouse's threats suddenly useless. Candice threw back her head and roared with laughter, the tears streaming down her cheeks. She opened her arms to Richard and he, laughing too, stepped into her warm embrace.
Their laughter mingled with the sound of Grouse's frantic exit, amid the jeers of the whores.