Chapter 7
Now that he had made the suggestion about Bruce, she was eager to follow through. She wondered what Bruce would be like.
"Do you think I would like Bruce?" she asked him.
"I think so," he said. "That is, if you're not prejudiced."
"What do you mean, prejudiced?" she asked. "Bruce is black."
"Oh," Aunt Joyce smiled. "A nice black boy. Well, I have nothing against anybody. I think, as a matter-of-fact, that I might be doing a great favor to have sex with a black man. You know, that's one thing I haven't tried." As she held up her hand, she counted them off one by one. She put Tommy at the top. "First there was Tommy, then there is Howard, my boss; then there was his wife, Alice. And then there's you. Now Bruce. Well, that should be a lot of fun. I hear those black men have fantastic sized peckers."
"They do," he said, "I've seen this character, Bruce, in the showers at school after he finished playing football. You should see the size of his meat, even when it's limp."
"How long is it, do you imagine?" she asked curiously.
"I'd say it's nine inches."
"You haven't measured?"
"Well, no, Aunt Joyce," Lee laughed. "I can't very well walk up to this guy with a tape measure and say 'would you mind if I measured your dong?'"
"Well, that would be a little unconventional, wouldn't it?" she smiled. "It certainly would."
By this time Tommy was licking at the lips of her vagina again.
"Why, Tommy," she said, "haven't you had enough? I think it's indecent the way this dog keeps wanting more. You would think he would have been satisfied long before this."
"Tommy apparently hasn't gotten enough," he said.
There was no doubt in his mind now about anything. It appeared obvious that she was willing to do almost anything. And he thought it would be a lot of fun to see her debased even more.
"Do you want me to hold the lips open for him?" Lee asked.
"Well, you might do him a big favor. He can't do it with his paws."
"It's a pity," Lee laughed, "that the poor dog can't. I'm sure he would really get a charge out of that."
They had a good laugh over that one.
"Oh, Tommy," she panted, as she felt the dog's lapping tongue licking away. "Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Keep licking. Lick it quicker. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, keep that going. I just love it."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to work inside her vagina. She loved it, every sucking second of it.
"Eat it," she panted eagerly. "Oh yes, eat it. Ohh, ahh, yes, boy, yes, that's beautiful. Keep it up, boy, keep it up."
The dog was doing his thing, and she was getting a big charge out of it, too.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "I love that. Oh yes, I really dig it."
There was no doubt in her mind now about the dog. He really was something else. She couldn't help marvel at the way the dog's tongue went to town on her.
"Oh, suck me," she told Tommy. "Suck my pussy, suck my pussy."
The dog licked away. As the young boy, Lee, sat there he wondered if his aunt had any more juice left in her well.
"Do you think we can resurrect any more cunt juice?" he asked frankly.
"You never can tell about Tommy," she said. "That dog is something else."
The dog was really doing his thing now, and she was delighted.
"Keep it up, Tommy," she told him, "keep it up, baby. Yes, that's beautiful. Keep doing it. Oh yes, I love it. Keep doing it, baby, keep doing it."
The dog was delighted to excite her this way, and he wasn't one bit ashamed to slip his nose in her cunt and let his tongue lap her juices. Soon the dog had brought her around.
"Oh, I'm cuming," she sighed excitedly. "I'm cuming. It's too much. I'm cuming."
Sure enough, she was juicing, and the dog went to town. Faster and faster his hot tongue licked. As she juiced, he lapped up more of her precious pussy. She loved it and she let her fingers roam through his hair as he sucked.
"Oh," she sighed excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, baby, you're really something else."
It was a hot time for her and her twat, and she loved every second of it. Now she relaxed. Then Lee thought he had better steal out of there. She had gone on at such a clip for so long, he knew that she needed a rest.
"Where are you going, darling?" she asked the boy.
"I'm just going to take it easy," he said. "I hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all," she said.
He got dressed, and as he tucked his cock in his shorts, she looked at it wistfully. He smiled as he finished dressing, and then he came over and kissed her cunt goodbye. As he walked out the door, she waved. Tommy didn't bother to look up He looked on Lee as competition, and he didn't appreciate anyone competing with his mistress' cunt. It was his, and his alone.
Now she lay back and relaxed. She let herself drift off to dreamland to the sound of soft music on the music station. Then she heard the whispering winds outside in the trees. They lulled her to sleep along with the music.
She didn't awaken until the next morning when she felt something wet and sticky on her face. She looked up.
"Oh, Tommy," she said tightly, what a beautiful baby. This is your way of waking me, darling, isn't it?"
The big dog looked at her and she looked at him. He was such a charming creature. She reached out and patted him gently.
"Oh, honey," she said, "you're such a sweetheart. You know I love you, don't you ? "
Tommy's eyes seemed to tell her that he understood. How she wished the dog could talk, but his eyes spoke for him. He spoke better than so many men that she had had sex with. As the day wore on, she knew she had to get up. She did, and fixed herself a bloody mary for breakfast. She glanced in the mirror and brushed her hair aside.
"Not much of a breakfast, is it?" she said. Then as she looked at her fur-trimmed triangle, she thought she might shave it. Perhaps a shaved box would be better. Then she began wondering how on earth she was going to make a living. She shaved her box when she finished her bloody mary. Then she went to the phone. She picked it up and responded to an ad that she had read in the paper. It was a private investigator. The private investigator suggested that she come down and see him at his office.
"Well, I really don't know whether I should come or not," she said. "I don't know whether or not you might investigate me."
"Will I have any reason to?" the private investigator asked.
"Well, you might," she said. "You private dicks are something else."
"That we are," he said. "You get your ass down here and we'll talk about business."
"Monkey business, no doubt," she giggled.
"That, along with some other things. Let's hope you swing, honey, because I can't use you as one of my sub-investigators if you aren't willing to go through quite a bit to get the goods on the people we're involved with."
"You speak in riddles," she said. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"That is deliberate," the man replied. "I do that because otherwise I would have trouble. Trouble making you come down here."
"What is your name again?" she asked, as she had forgotten it the first time he told her.
"David Bowen," he said.
"David, darling," she said, "what time would you like me to come around?"
"When I'm getting off work would be a good time," David chuckled. "We could make it to a bar and have a few drinks and talk over the work."
"Of course," she said, "and later we'll drop up to a motel or. a hotel room. That is, if you aren't married. Then, who knows, you might invite me home to meet your wife, as maybe she'd have eyes for me."
"You'll do," he said. "You've been around. I can tell that by the way you talk. You've got quite a lingo, baby. You drop by around five. We'll go out together and have drinks. We'll take it from there."
She liked the way his voice trailed off sexily. That gave her an idea that she was going to have quite a good time talking to him.
"David," she said, "will you promise one thing?"
"What?" he said, "I never say yes or no until I know what I'm being asked."
"You're a good boy," she said, "but I want to tell you this. I want you to promise me that you won't put the make on me within the first five minutes. Give me six or ten minutes. Then I can get my balance again."
"Promised," he said. "I won't make my pitch until seven minutes. That should be lucky."
"Take care," she said, and hung up.
It really was getting her up-tight thinking about what she was getting into. She knew that she had made a sexual pitch herself. She knew that sex and marriage probably wasn't as satisfactory for him as he wanted it to, or he wouldn't be talking about it so much. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself. She needed a lot of fixing up. The wild time that she had had with Tommy and Lee hadn't left her looking exactly great. She worked on her hair first. Then she did her nails. This was followed by a lingering bath. She put lemon-scent in her bathtub to give her body a fragrant fresh glow. She smelled delicious, like fresh lemons.
When she was ready to go out, she dressed perfectly. Tommy looked after her as if to say he knew what she was going to do. He frowned his disapproval.
"Well, Tommy," she said, "I have to go out and earn you some more dog food. If I don't, you'll be disgusted with me, and I wouldn't want that to happen."
The dog was indeed disgusted, but he didn't reflect it in his face.
"Oh, baby," she said tightly, "you are too much. You really are."
There was nothing in her now that she felt bad about. She had made a decision and that was that.
"Oh, darling," she said tightly, "you know, I worry about you all alone here. I hope no one comes up and steals you. I've heard a lot about dog-nappers. They prey on beautiful dogs like you. Oh, Tommy baby, if anybody comes around to take you, don't let them. Remember, momma loves you."
She patted him on the head and bent over and kissed him. His cock hardened.
"That will have to come later, dear," she said, as she sailed out the door and locked it.
Tommy went to the door quickly and sniffed. But his pussy was gone.
She hurried down the steps and the landlord looked at her. "I would like to speak to you a moment," he said.
"I know," she smiled, "I'll have the rent tomorrow. You don't have to worry about a thing."
"I'd better have it tomorrow," he said, "or you'll have to start worrying. Because it'll be all over. I'll have to get a notice to quit."
"Save your money," she said, "because you won't need that notice at all. I'm staying on. Goodbye."
The landlord, looked after her as she darted out to her car, got in and drove off and waved cheerfully at him.
He was really bugged by her. She seemed so strange, so remote. She used to be a nice girl. Now, she was forever entertaining and had that damned dog, he thought to himself. No doubt the dog would be wrecking the apartment and cost him a fortune to fix it up.
She drove hastily on the freeway as she only had forty minutes to get to her destination. She was happy that she made it to Dave Bowen's office before he closed. It was five after five.
"You're on time," he smiled.
"Five minutes late," she said. "But, that isn't bad. Not for me, anyway."
"Punctuality is a prerequisite for any good investigator."
"I'm sure," she smiled. "Well, are you going to buy me that drink?"
"Sure I am," he smiled. "Where shall we go?"
"You probably know the bars around here better than I do. Any place that serves a good drink."
"Alright," he said. "I'll take you to the Devil's Den. That's a real nice place."
"It sounds nice," she said, "no doubt frequented by a lot of good little devils."
"Undoubtedly," he said with a shrug. "I go there."
She joined him in his car and was amazed that he had a beautiful Mark IV. The car was white, and its shiny chrome looked like silver.
"I like your car," she observed.
"Oh, that's nice," he said. "I like it, too. It's a good car. It gets me there."
"And gets you there in style," she said. "You must do very well in your business."
"It's a dirty business, but I do well."
"I see," she said. "But it doesn't bother your conscience at all, does it?"
"Very little," he said. "My conscience isn't easily bothered."
As she listened to him talk, she got a rough idea of what he expected.
"You know, honey," he said, "you are really too much. Really too much."
"I think I am, too," she laughed. "I'm really more than you bargained for, right?"
"Right on," he smiled.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was really something else. She was proud of herself, and he was proud of her, too. She went into the bar and ordered a double drink. That gave him a clue as to what she was up to.
"Do you always drink heavy?" he smiled.
"When I'm depressed," she said.
"Why are you depressed?" he said.
"Because I'm out of work and the rent is due. That's cause enough for depression for anybody, isn't it?"
"You better believe it," he said. "It's money that makes the world go round."
"I know that," she said. "That's why I'm worried. I'm running out of cash. I have so many things I have to do."
"Don't we all?" he said.
"Some of us have more things to do than others," she said. "I am weighted down. I have a young boy, a relative, my sister's boy, Lee, who needs me. I try to comfort him and help him."
"That's nice for you to be his moral guide," he sighed.
"And I've had to do some terrible things to help there. It sort of balances the scale, if you know what I mean."
"I do, my dear," he said, patting her pussy under the table.
"You're getting fresh fast," she said.
"Well, you're putting it on the line quickly," he said. "Or shouldn't I ask prices yet?"
"That was rude," she said.
"But the truth, right?"
His eyes looked directly into hers.
"Under these circumstances, yes. It was right. I do need the money. And I need it badly."
"Well," he said tightly, "I can help you if you will help me."
"What do you need?" she said.
"Well, baby, this is what I need. I need you to play around with men. I set these situations up so you can seduce the man easily. Then we take them to a motel and I photograph you two having sex. It's beautiful. Works like clockwork. And you walk out of each case with a thousand."
"A thousand what?" she asked.
"A thousand bucks. What did you think?"
"You never know. It could be a thousand quarters."
"You are a cagey little hooker, aren't you?" he aid.
She looked at him angrily for a moment, then she realized that was exactly what she had degenerated into. A dog-fucking, child-molesting hooker.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he said. "Did I rock your world?"
"Oh, no," she said. "My world collapsed years ago. It's just that now and then when I hear it, it gives me a slight quake."
"Well, you probably have a lot of faults running through your soul, don't you?"
"That's a nice thing to say, isn't it?" she said tightly.
"Baby, let's be blunt. You screw and I pay you. That's all there is to it. And I ought to get a free sample."
"I can't afford free samples tonight," she said.
"What do you need. Rent? Food?"
"Yes," she said, "both. I'm broke, flat broke. And most beautiful women like myself would have to be before they would stoop to what you're asking me to do."
"That's a farce," he said. "Did you ever take a survey? Look, when a man has money, there are always women who will lick his balls and suck his ass and eat his dick. But when the bastard is broke, he can't find anybody to do a thing with him. Even his dog might turn away if he didn't give him food every night."
"Is that your view of human nature?" she asked.
"That is my observation over many years," he said. "Now, baby, how much do you pay for your pad? That's my way of asking how much your cunt will cost tonight?"
"A hundred and fifty a month," she said. "That's how much I need. And I hope you can help me."
"I can," he said, "and I'll throw in fifty for food. That'll make it an even two hundred. However, I warn you, baby, when I pay two hundred for a woman, I expect the works."
"You'll get the works," she said. "You will, alright. I've got those actions down to perfection. I know how to lick the ass, I know how to tickle the balls with my tongue, I know how to suck the big balls in, and I can give a blow-job that won't stop. So, baby, if you've got those balls loaded with fluid, let's get sucking."
"Suck off," he chuckled, as he paid the bill and walked out with her. He put his arm around her and felt her breasts.
"Not in here," she said. "Let's not make a scene of it. If I'm going to put on an exhibition, I want to get paid for it."
"Mercenary little wench, aren't you," he laughed.
"Yes, David," she said. "I've had to be. It isn't necessarily my personal desire to be this way, but I've learned that one has to do a lot of things one doesn't care to do to survive. And survival is what they call the first law of life, isn't it?"
"Right on," he assured her.
It was indeed a thrilling tribute to her skill at manipulating men that she got him this quickly. For David was quite a character in his own right. He knew plenty about women, he knew plenty about sex, and he wasn't taken in easily by anyone. But there was something about Joyce that really got him going. He liked her lustrous, soft brown hair. He loved her smooth dark skin, and her flashing brown eyes turned him on. What got him most were the sensuous red lips. He could just imagine his big ding-dong sliding into her mouth. He could just imagine what it would feel like to have those ruby-red lips gripping and squeezing on his shaft as he gave it to her. And he imagined what it would be like when she would massage his balls. He liked to have a woman tug at his testicles. He would teach her to tug, alright. Not too hard, but enough pressure to make it pleasurable. He also would guide her down on his prostate. That's where it would feel fantastic if she would press correctly.
"Where are we going?" she asked, as they got in the car and started speeding down the freeway.
"I know a nice place," he said. "A real nice place. They've got everything. The right beds and beautiful books. Books that have pictures."
"I don't need pictures," she said. "I could teach them a thing or two about it."
"I'll bet you could," he said. He could hardly wait to get his action going. When they got to the motel he wasted no time. He went in and signed in.
"How did you sign in?" she asked him frankly.
"As man and wife," he said.
"That's fine," she agreed. "I can hardly wait."
Now, he was really eager. She was, too.
"Oh, honey," she said, "I want to see you. I want to see you all over. I'll do it for you. I'll take it in my mouth, I'll suck on the head of it, I'll get it off and suck it like you've never had it sucked before."
"Beautiful," he agreed. "That's the way I like it. I don't like a gal who doesn't like to do it. I say if it isn't worth doing with enthusiasm, it isn't worth doing at all."
"I read you," she agreed.
Now the two of them were ready for action.
"Oh, honey," he said, "you are really something else. I really dig you."
There was no doubt in his mind now about the good times he could have.
"Oh," he sighed excitedly, "you're too much, baby. You're much, much too much."
They went into the motel room and he didn't take long with preliminaries. The first thing he did was tell her, "I always shower before I screw. And I want you to shower, too."
"I'm not dirty," she said. "I took a long bath before I got here."
"Makes no difference to me," he said. "I wasn't there. I didn't see you take it. I always shower before I screw. And I want you to do it, too."
"Alright, Mr. Clean," she snapped sarcastically.
Joyce peeled off her clothes rather slowly. She was a little taken aback by this affronting comment. She thought for sure that he was suggesting that she wasn't clean. She had always tried to keep her body clean, and she didn't appreciate him making any suggestions to the contrary. However, it was not worth making a thing of it. Not when her rent was due and she was broke. She took the shower as soon as she had stripped out of her last garment. He watched her as she walked to the shower.
"I'll clean it for you," he said.
He washed her pussy off, and then had her arch up so the water could clean her out.
"I take it you want to eat that," she said.
"You usually clean a dish before you eat out of it, don't you?" he said.
"Right on," she smiled. "Now, baby, if you expect any ass-hole action, you'd better turn your ass over here, because I'm not gonna do that until that's washed out."
"Good," he said, "you might win some awards for cleanliness. That's the way I like to hear you talk, dear."
She washed his ass-hole for him, and let the water seep in there and clean him. Then he turned around and she flipped the soap up and down his staff.
"You're too rough, honey," he said.
"Sorry, angel," she said, as she slowed down her movements. She was a bit angry and abrupt, and she wasn't going to take too much from him. Now she went to town with her hand.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her. "Oh yes, baby."
Now, they were really having a ball. She was really having fun as she played with his balls and his cock. She moved it back and forth.
"Oh, honey," she smiled, "this is beautiful. Really beautiful."
No doubt in her mind now about what she was doing. She was delighted that she could get him this clean, for she knew then that she could carry on the activities the way she wanted to.
"I'm ready," she said, as she got out of the shower and dried off.
"So am I," he smiled.
Then after that they got on the bed together. "How about a fast sixty-nine?" he suggested resolutely.
"I guess so," she said. "I figured that was what you were leading up to with all this pussy and ass cleaning action."
They went into the shower together, and he had a good time. He was quickly at her cunt and ass-hole. He let his tongue slide up there and he went to town in quick pumping movements.
"Keep it up, darling," she begged furiously, "I just love that. Oh yes, baby, keep that going. Faster, honey, faster. That's beautiful."
The action continued, and she was enjoying every second of it.
"Ohh," she gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Keep doing it. Faster, baby, faster."
The hot pumping action was almost too much for her. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "that's beautiful. I love it. Keep doing that. Faster, baby, faster. Yes, yes, baby, keep it going. Ohh, ahh, like that. That's what I dig. Oh, keep it going."
The hot activity continued. Finally it was almost more than she could stand. Suddenly, she felt him sliding into her cunt. Then she gripped his tool and began laving it. First she laved the head. She didn't want to do it too quickly. She wanted to go at it slowly. She massaged his big balls, and let her hands squeeze the head. Then she kept her mouth focused on the cock head.
"Eat the prick," he begged. "Eat that cock. Yes, baby, yes. That's what I want. Keep doing that, like that. Oh yes, lover, keep sucking. That's what I dig. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes. Faster, baby, faster, keep that going. That's what I want. Lick it. Ohh, ahh, lick the prick, lick it. Faster, baby, faster."
The hot pleasure now had reached a climax. Suddenly it juiced.
"Ohh," he panted excitedly, "I'm cuming. Oh, baby, I'm almost there."
Suddenly, the huge dagger dong exploded in her mouth and she gobbled the prick down.
"Ohh," he panted excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, baby, I'm going out of my mind. I can't stand it. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, keep that going. Faster, honey, faster. That's what I want. Oh, baby, keep doing it. That's it. Suck it off."
The delight was almost more than she could stand. She loved it. Every slobbery, sucking second of it, and she began juicing herself. Now, his hot tongue licked her vagina walls. He licked quickly, in darting movements, and he didn't stop.
He loved the aroma of her genitals. He was crazy about the view of her ass from this angle. He liked to see the crack of it. It intrigued and excited him so much, in fact, that he slipped a finger up her ass-hole and fucked her ass while he ate her cunt.
"Eat me," she panted excitedly. "Eat me."
She had finished him and lay back, still holding his balls in her hand as she wiggled her ass about as the thrills shot through her body as his tongue electrified her.
"You're too much," she told him with a laugh. "You really are, baby. Oh, did I ever enjoy this."
"I'm glad you did, darling," he smiled.
There was no doubt in her mind that there was pleasure and then some.
"Oh," she sighed excitedly, "what beautiful delight this is. Oh, baby, I just love it. Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes, that's wild. Keep doing it, baby. Oh, honey, do I ever love this. Keep sucking my juicy cunt."
He didn't quit lapping at her cunt until he had gotten her to cum a couple of times. Then he quickly licked it up and pulled his mouth off her pussy and told her, "Good eating pussy, I'll tell you that."
She locked her legs around his neck and told him as she squeezed them, "Thank you, baby."
Then he told her frankly, "Honey, this is the type of action that you've got to become involved in. I'll tell you what the job is. I have women who know their husbands are playing around. They want me to set something up. You know what I mean?"
"You mean the blackmail bit?" she said nervously.
"Right on," David Bowen nodded. "That's my work. Private investigator is my front, but my real job is helping divorcees. My business is built by word of mouth. Women know that I know what to do. I hire gorgeous chicks like you to seduce men at bars. We plant these chicks at the right bars at the right time, if you know what I mean."
"You mean, when there's a divorce in the offing, and the woman wants some evidence of what her husband is doing. She can't quite catch him, so they set us there to prey on the men. Then after we've lured them into our little dens of iniquity, then our sucking their dongs and their ass-holes, you take photos. That's enough to wreck them in the divorce court. And so, they make a nice good settlement."
"Precisely," he said. "I've founded my business on integrity. The integrity of the man to his dong. Because a lot of men are only faithful to their pecker."
"You're awful," she said. "You're like a vulture."
"Oh, no, I'm not," he said. "This is my way of making a living, and I don't want you to knock it. I'm not ashamed of it. That's just a way of living."
"Well, you should be," she said tightly. "That's an awful thing to do to someone. It really is."
"But, I don't look at it that way," he said quickly. "I don't look at it that way at all."
"Well, you wouldn't," she said evenly. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"I'll tell you, baby, I'm not." Then she thought about the money factor. "What's in it for me?"
"I knew you'd come to that sooner or later," he said.
"Well, what is there in it for me?"
He thought for a long moment and trying to calculate how little he could give her and still make her work for him at this dirty work.
"Oh, a lot of money," he said. "Enough to pay your rent and buy your food and buy you a dress."
"How much?" she asked.
"Two-fifty."
"You mean twenty-five hundred or two hundred and fifty bucks?"
"Two hundred and fifty bucks, and that's a lot."
"It is not," she said. It's not compared to what you're getting and what the wife is getting. I'm part of this triangle. You see, baby, it's a three-way operation. The wife pays you to get the goods. And you hire me to go in there and do the dirty work. Based upon my physical ability to attract and lure the big boy to my cunt is the whole success of your operation. So without me, you wouldn't have a damn thing."
It really boggled his mind that he had found a dame who could figure things out so fast.
"But, baby," he smiled, "you can't have everything. Sometimes these wives aren't going to make much. Just a little bread. And I never do make much. Usually just twice again what you make. I have overhead."
"That's a farce," she said indignantly. "A job like that is worth five hundred or nothing."
"Wow, you are a gorgeous girl," he said, surveying her breasts and reaching down to grip her ass.
"Quit complimenting me," she said. "I want cash, not compliments. I've had all the compliments I need for a lifetime. What I need now is cash. C-A-S-H. Otherwise, spelled money. M-O-N-E-Y. You know how to spell it, Money, green, green stuff."
"Yes, and it doesn't grow on trees for your information."
"I never said it did," she said, "but there's more in blackmail than you're giving me."
"Oh, you sound like a moral prude," he said. "What difference does it make how you make it? You're making it, that's all that matters."
"I have a scruple or two," she said.
"I don't think you have two," he said seriously. "You'd be lucky if you had one scruple."
"Alright," she said. "I have one. I have my dog. And I love my dog."
"What's that got to do with it?" David asked her. "Are you going out of your mind?"
"No," she said, "Tommy is my lover. A beautiful German shepherd that I live with. And Tommy and I could never live for long on two-fifty. We need five hundred. And I will do anything in this world to keep Tommy and I together."
"What a beautiful relationship," David chuckled.
That got her angry.
"Don't you talk to me about beautiful relationships," she said. "Not in the type of foul business that you're in, baby. Really."
"The pot calling the kettle black?" he smiled.
"Right on," she said, slamming her fist down on the bed. "Five hundred or nothing."
"Five hundred," he agreed.
"Thank you," she said. "And I'll earn every cent of it. You can be assured I'll do everything that is required. And I hope you get some gorgeous pictures. Really, I know you, you'll be selling those in bookstores. So with my photo being displayed in bookstores, and my work bringing a divorce suit to a screeching climax, with plenty of money for everybody, I ought to get five hundred, and not a cent less. Actually, it's worth twenty-five hundred. But, I'm giving it to you at a bargain basement price because of my financial position at the present moment. But let me warn you, David Bowen, when I get farther along financially, it'll cost you more."
"I'm sure it will, baby," he said. "Do you expect to charge for this preliminary interview?"
"You agreed to two hundred, didn't you?"
Suddenly, he remembered he had.
"Of course," he smiled. "Just testing to see if you have a good memory."
"You bet I have," she said. "Now I'm going to get going."
She didn't take long in getting out of there. She took his card and cursed him as she streaked down the freeway back to her dog. Now she had the money for the landlord. She went in and paid the landlord his rent money, and then she bought some T-bone steaks. One for herself and one for her dog. To her great shock, as she opened the door to her apartment, her sister was sitting there. It was Lee's mother, and she had an awful scowl on her face.
"What are you here for?" she said.
"I should think you would know," she said. "Dear sister, I have an idea of what this dog is here for, too."
"What are you trying to infer?" she said, playing innocent.
"Lee has told me everything. Bruce, the black boy, that he was going to bring over and screw you with, told it at school. When word leaked back to me, believe me, I got the truth out of Lee. All I had to do was tell him that he wouldn't get an allowance for gas for his car. That was enough to get the truth out of him. And I must say, I'm ashamed of you. Really ashamed of you. You realize, of course, you've molested my son. Some person you are. Aunt Joyce's pet."
Now, she was glowering at the dog.
"Don't look at the dog like that," she said tightly. "Just because you're my sister, doesn't mean you can come in here and make fun of me."
"Look, you damn good-for-nothing," she said. "I disown you. The moment that I heard what you had done with my boy, I disowned you. And you've got to pay the price for your dog molestation, as well as my son's molestation. Confess it."
Suddenly, she felt pressure. Then she saw her sister reach into her handbag as if she were going to draw out a gun.
Confess it," she said. "Confess it."
Suddenly, she blurted out the truth.
"So I had some sex with your boy. So what?"
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," she said. "You really ought to be ashamed of yourself."
There was no doubt in her mind that she ought to be ashamed of herself. With sobs and tears she apologized. But at that instant, a Vice Squad man walked out of a side bedroom door. He looked at her and showed her his badge.
"I guess this is the end of the line."
"You wouldn't turn me in, would you?" she looked at her sister.
"You wouldn't seduce my son, would you?" her sister said tightly. "I wasn't reaching for a gun, baby. I was reaching for my tape recorder. I taped every word you said in this confession. And, darling, you said a mouthful."
"I want to warn you that you have a perfect right to call an attorney before you make any statement. That is the law. Are you satisfied?"
"Thank you for appraising me of my rights," she said. "And don't think I won't get a lawyer. I was only joking when I was speaking to my sister."
"You've got a twisted sense of humor, lady," the officer said nervously.
"Of course I have," she said. "It's not my fault. My father put the make on me when I was a little girl. And I grew up twisted. Then my brother put the make on me, too."
"How dare you desecrate our family's good name?" her sister said furiously. "They ought to hang you for that."
"Now, now," the Vice officer tried to calm her sister down. "We don't want any more accusations. We're just going to try to get at the truth."
"The truth?" Joyce said. "What is the truth?"
"That's what we're going to have to find out," the officer smiled.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry. And my dog, Tommy. I want that dog so much."
"Well, I'm taking him to the Humane Society," she said. "I think they can find him a new home quickly. A home where he won't be molested."
"Tommy," she cried, "Tommy, I don't want to leave you. Oh, Tommy, my beloved."
The officer let her bow her head and weep over her dog. At this point the dog was apparently the only one who gave a damn about her. The dog licked her face. Both of them winced. It was a painful and shocking scene.
'Goodbye, boy," she said to the dog. Then, rising, she looked at her sister.
"Now, you've got your pound of flesh. I hope you're happy."
"I'm not happy," her sister said. "I'm a lot sadder than you'll ever know. So-long."
"So-long."