Chapter 8
Gwen arrived home from the Boutique, where she worked, at 5:30. The apartment, empty now, seemed dim and rather messy. Mechanically, she "drew up the shades and began to empty ashtrays, and carry glasses into the kitchen.
It had been fun, all right, especially with the caps of mescaline! And Lee-even the memory of that huge, muscular black body sent a little shiver of delight and anticipation running through her.
She was almost through with the cleaning-up, when there was a firm knocking on the door.
Gwen opened it a little and peered out. In a moment her eyes adjusted to the greater dimness of the hallway.
"Oh, it's you!" She was rather startled. Had something gone wrong, had there been complaints? She tried frantically to remember everything that had passed last night-but the sequence of events was vague in her mind. Had they been loud? Had they rushed into the street naked? Had they made any strange or obscene phonecalls?
She couldn't remember their having done any of those things-but then her memory was not that trustworthy.
"Have you had another complaint, or something?" she asked out loud, her voice cool and even. "As you can see. I'm here alone ... so I don't see how I could have been too noisy."
The cop shifted from one foot to the other. He wore a plain brown suit today.
"No, no complaints," said Det-Inspecteur Laguele truculently. "But I thought I'd take a look in here. I'm off duty now," he added as an explanation.
This was more confusing than ever to Gwen. "Well, if you're off duty, what are y'doing here?" Still, her voice was cool and calm.
She was wearing a mini-dress again, and her legs and feet were totally bare-no stockings, no girdle, presumably, no shoes. Wouldn't mind porking a Hippie, thought Lageule to himself for the second time in two days ... might be interesting.
Then he turned his mind to the more immediate problem-how to explain his odd presence here. He wasn't sure himself of the purpose of his visit. Somehow his body had simply been pulled here as with a magnet, and he had been forced to come along.
"Uh ... I came here ... this evening ... uh ... because of last evening ... " he began hesitantly.
The blonde chick looked at him steadily, slightly puzzled.
"Look," said Lageule, suddenly seeing his angle. "I know what you kids are up to in these Hippie Crash-Pads ... " He looked around him. "This is a Hippie Crash-Pad. ain't it-you can't deny that! Can you?" His voice ended on a slightly hesitant note.
There was no response from the blonde. And she still stood squarely in the doorway, blocking his entrance.
"Look, kid," said Lageule, "how old are you?"
"Eighteen," firm and a little defiant. "I work, I have a job, in case you're interested."
Her voice was definitely defiant now. But his mind caught on something else, too. Eighteen! God, she was sure a luscious-looking eighteen! Lageule's girl-friend Jeannine was twenty-three, and with her carelessly applied makeup she looked thirty. This cool chick radiated health and vitality by contrast.
He took a deep breath and tried to think about other matters. But it was too late-under the brown serge of his trousers his large and healthy cock had come vibrantly alive. He casually inserted a hand in his pocket, as on the previous night, to explain the bulge. Leaning one shoulder on the door, he started to speak again.
"Anyway," he strove to make his voice deep and fatherly "anyway, like I say, I know what you're up to. And lemme tell you. kid, you'll come to no good end ... all this stuff ... " he gestured vaguely towards the living room. "All those drugs ... all that-screwing around." In spite of himself, his voice wavered as he spoke the last words. If they were going in for this sort of thing, at least he might get a piece of it! It seemed grossly unfair to Lageule, at this moment, that the lush ripe body of this gorgeous eighteen year-old should be wasted on mere unappreciative boys like the ones he'd seen lolling around here last night ... He, Laguele, on the other hand, he had experience, he knew how to fuck a woman....
His prick was pulsing and straining now, a result of the turbulent images crashing through his brain. He wasn't sure if he would be able to speak calmly, but he had to try. The chick was staring at him curiously.
"Anyway," he said again, with a slight gulp, "I just came here to tell you that you better watch out." His voice sounded menacing.
"For what?" queried Gwen coolly. "For Cops? Are they going to bust or something?"
"Yes, that's it, they're going to bust you!" said Lageule in eager agreement, with a silent sigh of relief.
She was staring, bewildered.
"Then why did you come here?" she questioned finally, "surely not just to tell me! You'd get kicked off the force so fast ... " She was looking him up and down, calmly but curiously. Lageule stirred under her scrutiny. ! "Well ... ah ... no ... " But he couldn't think of anything quickly enough. He shifted from foot to foot and then he noticed that her eyes, travelling over his body, examining, had become arrested, and were riveted on his pulsing, bulging crotch.
That made it even harder to think of anything to say ... it was difficult to conjure up a story, a reason why his bock had grown stiff and hard in her presence. Lageule fctood in silence, shifting under her gaze, which was now full of dawning comprehension.
"Look," she said after a pause, "since you're here in an unofficial capacity, why don't you come in ... I could give you some tea or coffeee ... "
Eagerly the young policeman followed her slender, swaying hips as they moved into the living room beyond. His mind was working frantically: 'tea'-wasn't that one of the Words they used for marijuana? Did she really mean that, that she was going to give him some of the stuff? His prick rose higher and stiffer at the thought-it was definitely pulsing now, straining anxiously as it struggled to escape from the confines of his brown serge trousers.
He followed her into the room, and obediently sat down in the chair nearest him, when she waved her hand in a welcoming gesture.
"Now," she said, and her tone was more friendly. "Coffee, tea ... or-I hate to sound trite, but-milk?"
"Tea, please," said Det-lnspecteur Lageule, seeking to keep his voice calm. He'd never had marijuana before-what would it do to him, he wondered? Would it make his dong bigger, as he'd heard? Would it give him more energy so he could screw for hours on end and never get tired, the way all these Hippies did?
The blonde chick vanished into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder for him to make himself at home. It was difficult for Lageule to relax, his mind was so full of anticipation, and his tense, erect prick was so insistent ... but I sat back in his arm-chair with an appearance of ease, and began studiously to look at the Day-Glo posters that were hanging on all the walls.
They sure were a queer bunch of pictures ... his eyes were blurred, his mind reeling, after a few seconds of looking at them ... they made your sense of reality get all messed up.
"by the way, since you're here, I should introduce myself," said the blonde chick politely as she came back into the room. "I'm Gwen Taylor ... " She smiled.
There was a slight pause while Lageule wondered if I should use a pseudonym. With his ingrained policeman's sense of prudence, he decided to do so.
"Pleased to meet you," he murmured in response, "I'm Inspecteur LaJones."
She looked at him curiously for an instant, and then his face cracked open in a wide smile.
"How do you do, LaJones," she said merrily. Lageule noticed the dimple in her soft cheek; his pulsing dick stood up a little more as he noticed.
There was a slight clatter and he realized that she had brought in a tray-a try with a tea-pot and cups. She was trying to balance this, while she dragged the coffee-table across the room towards him.
"Oh here, let me help you," said Lageule with Gall gallantry, manfully concealing the confusion and disappointment in his tone. Had she meant ordinary tea, then?
Then Gwen got the tray down on the table.
"Sugar?" she asked sweetly, and he nodded.
"One, two?"
"Two. And no milk, please." Lageule refrained from telling her that he hated real tea: that would be impolite, and besides there was still a faint hope that she had put something in the tea ... maybe that was how the more sophisticated Hippies took it ... and she certainly seemed sophisticated.
"Have you changed your name since last night?" she asked suddenly, in a pleasant conversational tone, interrupting his speculations. "You were Lageuel then, or at last that's what you told us." She dimpled merrily, and his fervid cock responded.
"Oh," he said, blushing down to his balls. "Well, I am lageule actually, but you see ... " He didn't see himself, so his voice fell away. He shifted nervously in his seat, and raised the cup to his lips, taking a delicate and reluctant sip.
She seemed to notice everything, this chick. "Look," she said, "would you like to take your jacket off, or something? Or is the tea too hot-you seem so uncomfortable! Is there anything I can do?"
His prick twitched visibly, and once again her eyes were riveted there. Had he imagined the undertone of sensual meanings in her words, he wondered?
"When I sit down and relax, I like to really put my feet up, as, it were," she was saying now in a friendly, casual voice. Suiting action to the words, she drew up an embroidered footstool, and put her bare feet on it. She was sitting directly across from him.
Lageule at that moment dropped his tea-spoon.
"Excuse me," he mumbled, bending with embarrassment to retrieve it. He looked toward her.
He looked again. He couldn't tear his eyes away! How long he stayed like that, bent over to the floor, he couldn't tell ... time seemed to stop, while his eyes were glued to that miraculous spectacle in front of him.
She had no panties on! This Hippie chick had no panties on at all! Not even a piece of elastic, not even the teeniest of bikinis-nothing! Her blonde thatch glistened and parted slightly under his gaze. He saw the juicy lips, dark, red and enticing ... he even caught a glimpse of the deep mysterious hole within!
"Look," her cool voice cut the air like a knife, and startled him. "Maybe you'd better take your jacket off, eh?"