Chapter 7

He wasn't a tall man, but he was thin and somewhat haggard-looking. He was introduced to Jill by Mac as George Poulos, a Greek. He was supposed to be taking Mac's place on Forty-second Street, but Mac obviously didn't trust him.

George had gray hair, a beak-like nose, and a small mouth. He was on the pallid side, but Jill knew this might be deceptive. At any rate, he was appropriately startled when Mac introduced Jill to him and he saw she was totally naked.

"Yeh!" Mac said, shutting and locking the door behind him. "Instead of keepin' women barefoot and pregnant, I believe in keepin' em bare ass and workin' at gettin' pregnant. You told me you dig blondes. Well this baby-faced dish is just for you, Georgie. I'm gonna really let you get it on with her, tonight. Remember, I'm the host, and I don't take no for an answer. This pussy is just for you, and I expect you to make good use of it."

"Sure, sure," George nodded.

At Mac's instructions, Jill had prepared a London broil, string beans, baked potatoes, and coffee. They sat at the table in the dining room and Jill did all the serving, still totally naked.

"Doesn't it bug you, looking at her naked ass all day long'. '" George asked, after dinner.

"Nan!" Mac laughed. "I love lookin' at her ass. Speakin' of asses, you're a Greek. You gonna go into the ass, tonight?"

"You don't think I'm going to tell you, do you?" George smiled.

"Yeh! I know what you mean. It's just that most pussy is not really that private, and I don't mind talking about what I do with it."

"In private, that is, if it were just you and me, maybe I'd talk about it," George acknowledged. "But I have to have some respect for the young lady. I mean, how does it look for her to overhear me tell you just what I'm going to do with her?"

"Don't worry about it," Mac laughed. "Jill's cunt like any other, and she knows why she's here. Hell! If it weren't for me, Jill'd be living in one of those flophouses on Eighth Avenue, where her brother is, right now. The jerk is strung out on H, and she stays with me to support his habit. But it's much more than that. She really -likes me. Tell the man, Jill. Don't you really like me?"

"Yes, of course," she nodded, very pale as she cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Well I'm gonna leave the two of you alone," he laughed. "Why don't you take Jill into the den when she's finished stacking the dishes," Mac suggested. "I think you'll find it nice and cozy in there, with the sofa-bed already opened."

"I'll do that," George nodded.

Mac made a great show of climbing the stairs as if going to his room, and George came over to Jill and said, "Hey, don't worry. I'm not going to touch you."

"Yes you will," Jill whispered. "He knows, or at least he suspects what you are. If you don't force me to do things for you, he'll kill you."

She shut her mouth for fear of being overheard. She knew Mac hadn't reached his bedroom yet, and that was where he had all the stuff he would use to observe the den. There was a hidden videotape camera in the den, as well as a microphone. Once they walked in there, Mac would see and hear everything going on.

The skinny man merely nodded and mouthed '.he word, "Thanks" to her. She nodded in turn.

After she had finished stacking the dishes, the two of them walked into the den. As they entered, George gripped her ass and pinched it solidly, saying, "You do have a nice ass, Jill. Nice and smooth."

Jill jumped away from him, saying, "I'm glad you like it, Mr. Poulos."

"Call me George," he insisted. "Anything with a mister before it sounds so formal."

Jill felt her heart pounding furiously in her chest. For some reason she liked this skinny man and she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. More than that, she didn't want to be the one responsible for anything happening to him. The two of them would have to put on one good act.

His hands were already creeping around her slender, naked waist, pausing for just a moment to massage it. He had a touch about him that was exceptional. Then his hands continued up her sides, one hand moving around in front of her, the other hand sliding around from behind her until he had them covering her breasts.

"Mmmmmm. Nice and firm and solid," he muttered. "No silicone here, honey." And he kissed her ear, whispering, "Remember, this is an act."

She quivered, realizing that in spite of this being "just an act," the front of his pants were wet, stained with seminal oil. He kissed her throat from behind, pressing his body solidly to hers, letting her feel the bulge of his cock.

Lord! For the first time it was more than just a penis that Jill wanted. There was something about this man, something really special. She liked him, liked him more than any man she had previously known, and she was unable to figure out why. He wasn't particularly handsome, nor did he seem to be overly strong, but he had a certain magnetic quality about him that made him seem really special. "So you like being with Mike," he said out loud. "Uh huh," she agreed, and then pressed her lips to his ear and whispered as she kissed him, "I hate the son of a bitch!"

George Poulos continued his fondling of the lovely little blonde and she was increasingly receptive to what were obviously knowing hands. Oh he did have a way with him.

"Goddamn!" he all but drooled, adjusting his penis so that the thick stanchion pressed through the pants and rubbed stiffly into the narrow crevice between the cheeks of her ass.

He was aware that she was trembling like a newborn calf. But he also knew that if he was going to get out of this house alive, he had to put on one helluva performance, and no matter how much he liked her as a person, he had to prove to Mac that he thought she was just another cunt for fucking.

He pressed his face into the side of her throat, inhaling the freshness of her, and all the while he was weighing the meatiness of her delightfully full breasts before letting go of them, watching them drop and bounce as if suspended by invisible wires. Then his hands moved to the flatness of her tender abdomen. He gently, arousingly squeezed the flat flesh of her trembling belly, feeling it ridge and bunch between his thick fingers. "P-please...uuuunnnnhhhh...be careful," Jill gasped, feeling him hurt her a little, knowing he had to do this in order to make it appear to Mac that he was interested solely in what he was able to get out of this.

He was rubbing the front of his pants against the rounded cheeks of her ass, making the stain grow larger and larger, and making her more aware than ever of the heavy penile point. His hands were moving lower now, and soon they would be delving into her cunt.

"You're quite a woman," George was saying to her. "You arouse quickly enough, I'll give you that much. Without touching you I can see you're sopping wet between your thighs."

He was right. The man so affected her, she had become so aroused that her cunt was dripping crazily. God! For the first time in her life she wanted the man and not just the cock. She gasped as she felt one of his fingers wedge itself into the pinkness between her trembling thighs.

"Yep," George was saying. "You sure have one wet cunt, all right. Wet as you are, you're still tight in there. It's a job to force my fingers into you, honey."

The slurping sound of his finger moving in and out of her sent vibrant chills shooting up and down the lovely blonde's spine.

"Tell me you want it," George ordered out loud.

"Yes, yes, yes, I want it!" she gasped.

"What do you want?" he taunted.

"I want your cock," she replied. "I want you to fuck me with your cock. Oh God! I want it!" What was more, she really did.

"How much do you want it?" he asked.

"I'll do anything. . . anything at all. . . "she told him.

"Honest?"

"Yes!" she gasped.

The man was grinding his middle finger into the narrow tightness of her vagina from behind, moving his finger with ever-increasing vigor, feeling the inner walls yield to him and yet cling to him as he roughly thrust his finger in and out.

"Anything at all?"

"Anything!" she acknowledged.

"Good! Then I want you to suck the old cock, first. More, I want you to fill your mouth with it and take every last little bit of it down your throat. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she gasped.

In her mind she was wondering just why she was so willing. What was there about this man that had her so violently aroused? She had sucked two other cocks, but because this man was attached to the one he was about to display, it made his cock that much more important. Yes, she really wanted to suck his cock, not just to make him taunt her or to please her own sensory self, but to please the man.

"Come on, baby, out loud, tell me what you're gonna do so that I'll give you a good fucking."

"I'll. . . uhhhh...suck your cock," she gasped.

"More!" he insisted, and she felt him driving the full length of his thick finger into her, twirling it almost viciously, arousing sensations in her no man, or woman, had previously been able to do. This intensified her need and brought an even sharper edge to her excitement. Her trim buttocks hunched and rubbed back against the solid lump in his rough pants at a wildly frenzied pace. Arousal so filled her, she thought she would simply shatter.

He had her bend over and grip her ankles so he was able to run his finger in and out of her sucking pussy even faster, and even though she had a series of mini-orgasms, she knew none of them would compensate for the need she was inwardly feeling. His finger driving into her affected her so strongly, she let go of her ankles and placed her palms flat on the floor for support.

"I'll take it all in my throat," she gasped, wriggling in time to the way his finger slammed into her again and again.

"Good!" George laughed. "Now, what kind of woman are you?"

She raised her head and tried looking at him, but the warning in his eyes let her know he was still playacting.

"I'm...uhhh...a whore," she gasped.

"No," he snapped. "You're not a whore. A whore is honest enough to do something for pay. Are you doing this for pay?"

"In a way," she gasped.

"Am I going to give you any money?"

"No!" she gasped.

"Then you're lower than a whore, right."

"Yes, yes, I'm lower than a whore. Now please, please fuck me!"

"After you've swallowed my cock!" he reminded her.

Her nipples were dangling beneath her, swollen as never before as blood seemingly rushed into them, but not out of them. Her breasts had swelled to a painful largeness. Her lovely face, all red, was hidden in the cascading wealth of her dangling blonde hair as passion claimed her for the first time. She was more than body naked before this man. Her soul had been bared, as well, something that would never happen in front of Mac Zephyr. Mac had tried to destroy her and bring her down to the same level as all the other whores he had known once he had finished with her. But bringing this man to her had restored her faith in herself as an individual. No matter what he, personally thought of her, George had built enough confidence in Jill so that she would never feel low and degraded again. The degradation was merely an extension of what Mac had wanted her to feel, and because Mac was the one doing the degrading, he was, in essence, lowering himself, even though he would never see that. Mac was the kind of man who never saw what he didn't want to see.

"Well, are you going to start sucking?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I will," she assured him.

She was stunned by her own agreeability to this, not because she wasn't used to sucking cock, but because his acting was so good, he made her ache to swallow his penis. Hell! She'd suck his cock, all right. She'd suck it like it had never been sucked, before.

The man walked away from her at that moment. He walked toward the sofa-bed, sitting on the open mattress.

Jill straightened up as she heard the bedsprings creak under the slight weight of the man. She watched him sit triumphantly and look at her as if triumphant over her.

"Come over here," he ordered. "I want you to do the honors. I enjoy it more when a woman's hand is on the zipper."

Because the man had been so reluctant prior to learning that Mac Zee was spying on them, Jill knew he was acting, now. But it was one helluva good act.

Walking over to him very slowly, her hips continually rotating the entire time, she realized she wanted the man to want her. She knelt before him, noting that in spite of the fact that he was perspiring, he smelled clean. Un-like Mac Zee, who always wore the same jeans when not visiting Big Jim, this man's clothing was neat, as if he had just put his slacks on that morning. Even his underwear was clean. Mac Zee either wore the same underwear for a week, or didn't even bother wearing any.

For the first time since she had been initiated by Mac, Jill didn't question what she was doing. No doubt about it, she was fast becoming a hardened hoyden. She was every bit the tramp she had always accused other women of being, and soon she would be just as uncaring and cold. She had Mac to thank for it all, and one day she would do just that-in her own way.

Her hand tugged the zipper down and hesitated.

"Go on," George Poulos encouraged. "Take a good look at what your new friend looks like."

There was no longer any hesitation in her movement. Her hands, by now expert at removing penises from pants, trembling with anxious expectancy, parted the gap in the man's shorts and one hand reached inside. Her fingers circled the lust-stiffened girth of the man's throbbing penis. Good Lord! It was monstrous! It even put the dildo to shame. It felt stiff, yet spongy, all at the same time. It had a light covering of secretion on the head as it continually leaked the sticky fluid.

"Come on!" George ordered, sounding impatient. "Get the damn thing out already. Stop stalling!"

She finally tugged it to freedom, and the awesome size of the monster rocked the lovely young girl back on her heels. Good Lord! He was not only as long as the dildo, but the tip of his penis was as thick as the bright purple plum it resembled. God! The size of it was astonishing, and had she not been staring at it, she would never have believed any man was hung so well.

He was starting to perspire now, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw more than lust there. Somehow he seemed to know how she felt about him, and as a result was apparently reciprocating her feelings.

She was on her knees, slavishly, between his parted thighs, and it was obvious from his expression that much as he wanted her, he hated the idea of their initial coupling being witnessed by something as vile as Mac Zee. Nevertheless, if he was to get out of here alive, he had to carry this charade through to the end. George was one of more than a dozen federal agents infiltrating the mob. The idea was for all the feds to eventually work their way up to becoming Dons, themselves, somehow or other. Then, when firmly in control of organized crime, they would totally destroy it. Not that it would remain destroyed. Eventually a new mobster would crawl out of the sewer and put a new gang together, but it would be nice to have organized crime, as known today, wiped out for a little while.

He stared with open eyes as the lovely blonde he was fast learning to adore as well as admire leaned forward and encircled his heavy member to the best of her ability with the slender fingers of her hand. The digits felt cool and soothing against the heat of his cock as she timidly began tugging the organ up and down, feeling it stiffen even more as it became anxious to know more of her.

"Well, chickie, what d'you think of your new friend?"

His voice had startled her. For a moment she was at a loss to reply. Jill had been so enamored of the organ, she had almost forgotten the man attached to it.

"It's the most beautiful one I've ever seen," she gasped.

"Well show it some love," he told her, sounding malicious for the benefit of Mac Zee. "Kiss it!"

She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes once again looking at his face. There was no doubt that he felt a certain lust for her, but there was more. There was compassion mingling with something she had never seen in a man's eyes before. Never having known what it was like to be loved, she didn't know how to read his expression. But one thing she did know, and that was, she was more than eager to start sucking on this monstrous probe.

Eagerly, the lovely blonde leaned her beautiful face closer to the immense organ of the skinny man sitting on the bed. Her puckered lips tenderly kissed the swollen organ, and then she licked her lips to get the taste of him into her mouth. Then her lips separated, and her tongue darted out of its own volition to draw in the colorless pearls of masculine lubricant from the man's circumcised glans. It was much like a hummingbird taking nectar from honeysuckle. He had a delicious flavor all his own, richly pungent, but very interesting. Without being told, she began washing her tongue around the heavy penile head. It was all so wicked, but so delightful.

"Now take it in your mouth, honey," he told her.

Realizing Mac Zephyr was monitoring all this carefully, she decided to let the man see how she sucked a cock she liked. A masochistic thrill traveled up her spine, knowing how Mac would be angry at seeing how much more she enjoyed working on George Poulos than she had ever liked working on him. She paused for a brief instant to study the gigantic size of the man's swollen organ as a worshipping smile creased her lovely face.

"Yes sir," she cooed. "You're calling it."

Moisture filled her lovely mouth as her salivary glands began working overtime in lustful anticipation of the delightful task she was so anxiously about to perform. Her only regret at the moment was that she and George weren't totally alone. Not that it didn't thrill her to have Mac Zee observing and probably seething because of the willingness she was displaying in doing this. But it would have been nice to be totally alone with the man and whisper words of love to him and hear him whisper them back. Jill wondered if she would ever really be able to escape. The only way to do it would be to use the gun Big Jim had given her on Mac Zee. To do that required more courage than she had at the moment.

Slowly, gently, she eased the full pout of her lip-sticked lips over the seeping purple head of George's penis. It swelled even more in her mouth, thrilling her.

George Poulos didn't know why this lovely female was affecting him this way. All the others were out-and-out whores about whom he didn't give a damn. He had avoided them, not wanting them to touch him. Not so this one. For the first time in his life he wanted to enjoy her. He stared with a licentious thrill at the laboring slip of a female who sucked so delectably on his throbbing rod of swollen flesh. She was a real natural, this lovely girl. Somehow, in some way, if he made it to the top, he would have to find a ay to make her his permanent chick, maybe eventually even marry her. It would necessitate getting rid of Mac Zee, but that was part of the federal plan, anyway. Ambitious men like Mac Zephyr were detrimental and had to be done away with.

He wound his fingers into the long tresses of her golden hair. Slowly he pulled her beautiful face forward and said nice and loud, "How do you like your first taste of my cock, Jill?"

Jill was unable to speak and had to grunt her approval of what she was sucking. Her mouth was crammed with the lust-swollen thickness of this good man. She realized she was thrilling to every second of what she was doing as she jammed the heavy head into her esophagus, all but choking herself with it, touching the nerve-endings in her throat again and again, feeling sparks go off inside her. Knowing how much it bothered Mac Zee to see her perform so lovingly enhanced all this for her even more. Her senses sharpened even more, and she wondered if he was going to shoot in her mouth, or if he intended doing something else. Whatever he wanted to do would be his own choice. Was it possible he might shoot in her mouth and then be able to raise another erection to fuck her? That would really be something heavenly.

George began slamming his buttocks upward that much more, pounding his cock into her mouth that much more forcefully, his asscheeks rising from the sofa-bed repeatedly as he slammed the organ down her throat with all his strength. He held her delightfully bobbing blonde head all the tighter with his fingers as she gagged and sputtered around the massive missile on each powering in-stroke. The swollen head was halfway down her gullet each time. He seemed to delight in looking at the way her tender, lip stick painted lips continued to cling eagerly around the thickness of his white, blue-veined organ. Her mouth muscles seemed to get stronger with the passage of time as her heatedly ovaled lips became more and more accustomed to the throbbing width of the penis.

"Suck it, baby, suck that cock of mine," he muttered.

Jill was enjoying herself as never before. She was discovering what it was like to do things for a man she felt genuinely strong about. In a way she was glad Mac had done all the terrible things to her that he had done. If not for Mac, she would never have met George and she might still be working for one of those dating services, a novice when it came to sex. Mac had made an expert out of her, and as a result, she was able to make George enjoy her that much more. But the biggest thrill was knowing Mac was watching and probably burning up, seeing her so avidly sucking the penis.

She pulled and sucked strongly at the fleshy organ filling her narrow mouth, creating some kind of inner vacuum of lust that caused the thin man to moan with desire. She was salivating very heavily at this moment, so much so that the penis was slick and slid almost effortlessly between her widened lips. Tiny droplets of her drool seeped from the corners of her beautiful mouth to run down the stalk and fall into the mat of his salt-and-pepper-colored hair.

Jill sucked until her throat muscles ached with the strain. She was suddenly aware that the dripping slit of her tender vagina was opening and closing with lust as her body rocked from side to side. Her cunt was resting on the bare heel of her right foot, and it rubbed against her clitoris, enhancing everything that much more for her. She used her tongue to lick around the swollen head, her teeth pulling on the coronal ridge, well aware by the continuing grunts and groans coming from the man that everything she was doing to him was pleasurable.

"My balls!" he gasped. "I want you to lick my balls!"

Totally subservient to this man's every wish for the moment, the stunning and excited young blonde lifted her beautiful head from the extension of his pulsating penis for just a moment as she reached in and pulled out his hair-covered scrotum, as well. Now her tongue licked avidly at the leathery sac while her heel continued to rub her own clitoris, making a flood pour from the seething depths of her shuddering pussy.

"Slow down, slow down," George insisted. "I want to fuck that delectable cunt of yours."

With more than a little reluctance, the beautiful Jill finally pulled her sucking mouth from the genital area of the slender man. Her tongue licked her lips as if to savor all the more the secretions she was tasting from him.

He lay back on the bed, scuttling backward until his legs were resting on the mattress, as well. Smiling at her, he beckoned her forward, wanting her on top of him.

"I'm a little worn out," he told her. "It might be a better idea if you did all the work.

She stared at the swollen length of the upright pylon before her, knowing it would fit into her cunt, yet wondering how she was able to stretch so to contain it. While she was looking, he took the time to wriggle out of his slacks, and he handed them to her. She dropped them on a nearby chair, then came back to him. She was sexually hungry beyond reason. The five days of her period had enforced an abstinence, and now, for the first time, she was really aware how much she needed sex.

She mounted him, pressing the tip of his cock against her narrow opening, keeping her weight on her knees, barely able to sit upright high enough to keep him from thrusting into her.

"Fine!" George told her. "Ease down slowly, very slowly...take your time...that's it...right. . . see how good it feels to have my cock sliding into that tight tunnel of yours...you do like it, don't you, honey?"

"Yesss...." she hissed through clenched teeth.

Oh God! It felt so good to have a cock inside her again, and it was a cock attached to a man for whom she might be able to care, and not Mac Zee, whom she felt was the lowest thing to ever crawl out of a cesspool. She thrilled to the sensation of the massively bulbous head probing into her wet channel, the pressure within her mounting as he stretched her internally, the penis sinking ever farther into the sucking depths of her trembling vagina.

Jill took the offensive at this point, reaching down and cradling his haggard-looking face in her hands as she kissed him with a passion she had never felt for any other man. Her tongue probed into his mouth, dueling with his, enjoying the lust each felt for the other. She was a full-fledged whore now and she knew it. Oh how wonderfully she knew it.

The solidly pulsating penis was buried to the hilt in the tightness of her squeezing pussy, and now there was no question in her mind of what a terrible person she had become. Yet she found herself wallowing in the sensations, if only because she loved being with this one man. His stomach, beneath her, was hard, and she was aware of the solidity of his thighs, as well. A thin layer of perspiration formed between the close press of their bodies magnified by the heat each felt because of the other. All this added to the excitement of the depravity she was enjoying. She hunched her body up and down while rubbing against him, moving with a slow, deliberate motion, flexing her vaginal muscles, still trying to develop them as if they were a milking machine. Ohhh Goddd! It was s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good.

"How does it feel?" she asked, hoping she was pleasing him as her lips tenderly nipped at his ears. "Is everything as good as you'd hoped it would be?"

"Hell! You're a lot tighter than I'd ever dreamed," he gasped. "You're a lot better than I'd hoped," he blurted out, half-crazy in love with the beautiful blonde.

"I'll bet you...uhhh...say that to all...aannggggghh...the girls," she teased.

"No!" was all he was able to gasp out.

There were no words adequate to truly describe the sensations charging through Jill's aroused body at that moment. She anxiously continued to writhe on top of the slender body of the man who lay beneath her, enjoying what she felt as never before, getting an even bigger thrill knowing she was in control of the situation. The one thing of which she was positive was that she didn't want anything to do with any other people, male or female, in her life again. This one man would be more than enough for her.

The slender man sighed and gasped and then dug his heels into the mattress beneath him and rammed his long dong all the harder into the narrow vestibule between her widespread thighs. He used hard, powering strokes, gradually increasing his depth more and more until the full length was totally encompassed in the creamy center of her sucking pussy. The huge penile head was slamming against the back wall of her vagina as never before, crushed by the tender flesh of her womanly walls. Sweat was heavily beading on the man's forehead and running down his cheeks from his temples. The muscles in his neck stood and his eyes rolled in his head as if he were about to go into some kind of epileptic fit. His balls flopped up and down as he fucked her, making Jill twitch even more, and she felt as if she was about to melt right into him.

"Uuuunnnnhhhh...yesssss ssss . . . " she hissed at him. "Harder, fuck me harder...until you hurt me...." she begged, knowing the sound of her voice was carrying to Mac Zee, whom she had never begged with such fervor.

She was being lifted to ever-increasing heights of thrilling wonder at the moment, feeling a desire she had never previously known as her mind began functioning in obscene rhythm with the movements of her continually bucking cunt. Yes, let Mac see what she was doing, let him know how she was able to act when she liked the man for whom she was fucking. Let him know she would never act this way for him never.

"I'm...uhhh...going to come...." she gasped, realizing how close she was to the precipice of orgasm.

"Don't...uhhh...stop...aaannhh...fucking.. . . " he gasped. "I have only a little way to...aaannhhhh...go...."

Tremendous quivers began shaking the lovely young blonde as she realized the man beneath her was about to have his orgasm in time with hers in spite of his admonishment a moment earlier. He was obviously feeling the initial tremors of his release as they built inside him. His balls had tightened against his body, his scrotum shrunken for the moment. But before he had reached the pent-up peak of his own lust, he was aware of the lovely blonde on top of him tensing spasmodically, and he knew she was about to have a monumental orgasm.

"HHHHHAAAAAAAIIIYYYYYY AAAA NNNN-NN GGGG GGHH HHAA AA NNNNNNNN GGGG-HH HHHHAAAAAARR RRRRRRGG GGHHHH-HHHH HHAAAANNNNUUUUGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, hoping her shriek might break Mac Zephyr's eardrums if he had the volume control tuned up too loud.

George was there at that moment, too. His stiff and powerful rod was firing great gouts of seminal fluid into her womanly container, splashing it up against the back of her vagina, letting it spurt into her womb as it washed her vaginal walls all around and fell down the sides of his penis and onto his pelvis.

"OOHHHHHHH...HHHAAAANNGGGG GG-GGHHHH...YYYY YYYY EEEEAAAAGG GG

GGHH HHAAAANNNNNNNN GGGG HHHHHH-HH HHH...GGHHHHHH UUUUNNNNNN NN-CGGGHHHH HHHH!! " he bellowed as he pounded upward into her with a fury he had never felt before. He tugged her tightly against him, feeling her full breasts rub against his chest as he kissed her hungrily.

"You're special," he whispered in her ear. "Very special."

The sound of him telling her such things made her that much more aware of the feelings she had for him. It occurred to her that she loved him. This was the first time love had ever entered her thoughts. Odd that she should feel love for a man like this. He wasn't that good-looking, nor was he built in any special way. Granted he wasn't overly fat, but he was too thin, if anything.

Finally, undeniably, it was all over. Virtually exhausted, the lovely girl slid from his body, feeling his flaccid organ ease from inside her. She lay beside him, silent, pondering her future, wondering how all this would end. She had seen so many females end in the gutter when discarded by men like Mac Zee because they had become too old to be of any value. Most of them were usually pumped full of dope so it would appear they O.D.'d. Then they were buried in Potter's Field with no one to mourn them.

Jill was certain Mac Zee had this end planned for her. Somehow, in some way, she had to get up enough courage to use the gun. It was coming to a point where it would be either him or her.

She went to the downstairs lavatory and washed herself while George Poulos got dressed. When she returned, George and Mac were sharing a drink in the den, the sofa-bed turned back into a couch once more.

"Yeh!" Mac was saying, "you're all right, Georgie. You'll do!"

"If this was some kind of initiation," George replied, "I look forward to quite a few more of them."

"You can get all the pussy you want downtown," Mac told him. "I save Jill for special occasions. She's special."

"She's that, all right," George agreed. "Look, I have to get back to the city. Now that I'm filling in for you, I have to make sure there's enough stuff around, and that the paying customers get their money's worth."

"Yeh!" Mac nodded. "You brought yer own car. You shouldn't have any trouble getting back."

"No trouble at all," George nodded. "Hey, you take good care of this little twist over here."

"Oh, I'm gonna," Mac assured him.

Jill watched as Mac walked George to the door and let him out, locking it behind him. She poured herself a brandy and tossed it off. She felt she deserved it.

"That was some performance," Mac snapped, coming back into the room, glowering at her.

"It was what you wanted," she replied, feeling cold dread fill her as he slowly walked over to her.

"You goddamn bitch!" he roared, and belted her so hard, she fell onto the sofa.

Her face hurt, and she put a hand to her cheek, gasping.

"Leave me alone!" she insisted. "I did what you wanted me to do."

"You did it all right. You did it too good. You were never that good with me. I always gotta force it outta you."

"Just go away," she begged, feeling more and more afraid of him.

She had known he would be angry, but she was shocked at the hurricane of violence he had suddenly unleashed. She was afraid of him and unable to think of any way to calm him down.