Chapter 2
Being the county seat, Ebersburg had no law enforcement organization of its own but was policed by the county sheriffs department, headed by Chief Deputy Dirk Smithers. He was a rough, tough and nasty character, who ruled the town with an iron fist and a sneering, lecherous smile.
A lot of people wondered why the city manager and the town's council put up with him. He was strongly suspected of brutal treatment of criminals, especially females. It was said of him, in the vernacular of one of the town's bums, down at the Main Street pool hall, that 0l' Dirk, when he arrests some pretty chick, he books 'em, fucks 'em, and forgets 'em."
A lot of other people knew why the town's politicians put up with him, even under a lot of continuous public protest. In some ways, Smithers was what is known as "a good cop." He didn't take graft. He had such a tough reputation among the criminal element in the state that most of them avoided Ebersburg as a place to operate. He also knew where a lot of bodies were buried. He had something on the city manager and almost every councilman. Most important of all, he was the nephew and pride and joy of old Matt Smithers, the county sheriff, an extremely powerful office holder. Everybody knew that old Matt was due to retire almost any year and with his power of appointment would see to it that Dirk became the new sheriff.
At twenty-six, a bulky two hundred and fifty pound six-footer, with what was often described as a cruelly handsome face, a lot of women found Dirk Smithers sexually attractive. Some admitted it; many did not but secretly held a strong letch for him, anyhow. Part of the attraction was that Dirk had a reputation for being a tough customer with a woman, some even described him as a thoroughly sadistic brute who couldn't really enjoy sex unless at the same time he was able to hurt and humiliate a woman. A man of this type holds a bizarre attraction for some women.
Bev Cantrell knew all this and admitted it and to her close friends said that was the reason she was so crazy about Dirk, would do anything for him. Surprisingly, she also sometimes found him sympathetic, in his own gruff, tough way, to some of her personal problems. In turn, Dirk Smithers was intrigued by Bev's almost animal-like lustiness and obvious enjoyment of his sadistic practices.
Two days after the scene on the old quarry road, Bev was surprised by a visit from Dirk. He. had never come to her apartment before. When she answered the door, she was wearing nothing but a thin, summer wrapper. She said, "Dirk! What are you doing here? Are you crazy?"
He pushed past her, inside. "Don't worry about it," he said. "This is a big apartment building. I could be seeing anybody. I just heard a story about you and I wanted to check it out. I can see already, that it's true. The old man beat the shit out of you again, huh?"
Bev put the tips of her fingers gently to one of her eyes which was partially black and blue.
There was also a slight swelling on one jaw and her upper lip was puffy. She nodded.
"How come he got so mad? He knows you fuck around with other men."
"It wasn't just that. It was because Dianne Barker made me resign from the church committee. Mike said he had enough problems with his saloon, without asking for more trouble by getting the church people against him, after they found out his wife liked to suck cock."
Dirk chuckled. "Is that what he said? That shouldn't have bothered you too much. You know it's true. Who was the guy you were going down on when the minister and his wife accidentally caught you?"
She shrugged. "Some character named Jud. An encyclopedia salesman. He was an ugly little bastard but kind of fun and I didn't figure there'd be any problem when he asked me to meet him for a drink. You know, I figured I'd have some free drinks and some laughs and that would be it."
"Yeah, so then what happened?"
"Well, I guess I had too many drinks and well, you know how I get a little horny when I'm drinking.
"Yeah, a little is right," Dirk said sarcastically.
"Anyhow, we went out to the old quarry road and parked and sort of messed around, y'know? Then first thing I know, he's got me lying facedown on the front seat and I figured well, he just wants to do it to me from the back. A lot of men like it that way with me, that big behind I got on me. But then, all of a sudden, I feel him trying to get it into the other place!"
"Your asshole? So? Wouldn't be the first time for that, either."
"Dirk, you don't understand. This character had a joint you wouldn't believe. It was enormous! I knew he'd tear me apart if he tried to get that giant thing into my bunghole."
Dirk Smithers licked his lips. Bev's account of what had happened was getting him hot. The left side of his whipcord uniform breeches was already bulging, limning the big bow of his erect organ.
"Bigger than mine, even?" he said. He reached down and put his hand over the long lump in his pants, while Bev watched, fascinated.
"I-I'm afraid so," she said. "Maybe an-an inch longer but quite a bit thicker."
"Jesus, then it must've been eight or nine inches. So what did you do? How'd you stop him?"
"I tried to get away but the little bastard was much stronger than he looked. I knew he was going to force me, rape me up the ass and I was afraid of getting hurt too much. So I tricked him."
"How?"
"I finally told him okay, but to let me wet it for him good, first, so it would go in easier." She shrugged. "Well, that was the end of that. You know me. Once I get that thing in my mouth, no man's going to want me to stop. He didn't, either. And then suddenly, there was the sound of this car and headlights glaring right on us. I-I was petrified, Dirk. I've never been so humiliated in my life. Especially not knowing who it was or anything. And of course it did have to be that damned minister and his wife, of all people."
"Yeah," he said. "And now the story is all over town; you must really feel like a slut."
She bowed her head. "I do, Dirk. I do. I-I don't know how I can ever face anybody again."
"Oh, stop whimpering about it. In a few weeks it'll all be forgotten. Everybody'll be talking about some other scandal. But what about Mike again? I'm surprised he didn't beat you up worse. That all he did, black your eye?"
She shook her head and opened up her wrapper. She was nude beneath it. She pointed to a black and blue mark on one of her apple-round, dark-nip-pled breasts. "He did this," she said. "And this." She pointed to another ugly twin fingerprint bruise on one of her plump but sleekly smooth thighs. Suddenly she shuddered. "But that wasn't the worst, Dirk."
"What do you mean?"
"After-after he ripped all my clothes off, he threw me on my back on the couch. He-well--he was acting like crazy. I've never seen him so bad, Dirk. He said, 'You filthy little cocksucking bitch, since I'm such a lousy fucking alcoholic that I can't get a hard-on anymore and can't do it to you myself, doesn't mean that you're not going to get it with something.'"
She paused and shuddered again. "I-I wasn't too frightened by that. He's used-well-things on me before, like a cucumber, a carrot, a real dildo. Anyhow, a few minutes later he comes back, carrying my electric hair curler. I-I couldn't believe my eyes, Dirk, as I watched him plug it into a socket. I tried to get up and run but he held me down. When I tried to scream, he covered my mouth with his hand. Then-then, when the curbing iron was sizzling hot, he forced my legs apart. He said, 'Open up, bitch. You like something hard and hot up that horny snatch of yours, you're going to get it!' Then he moved the curling iron down between my legs. He brought it closer and closer. I could feel the heat of it and then it touched my hair down there and I heard it sizzle and I could smell it burning. And-and that's when I fainted," she ended.
"Jesus Christ!" Dirk said, shaking his head in wonderment.
"When I came to," Bev continued, "he was gone and-and I was all right. He really hadn't done it to me."
"Why do you stay with a son of a bitch like that?" Dirk asked. "Some day he's really going to hurt you. I mean, sure, I like to play it rough sometimes and whip your nice big ass a little with my riding crop, but that curling iron bit is too much. Why don't you wise up and get rid of that drunken punk?"
She shook her head. "I don't know, Dirk. I don't really know. I guess, partly because it's my fault that he drinks so much. He started the first time he found out I'd gone to bed with another man. And -and he does need me to take care of him. Besides, I always have the hope that some day he'll quit drinking and become a man again."
"Arrrgggh!" Dirk said. "I doubt that. But to hell with him. Did it ever occur to you that I might beat the hell out of you when I heard you'd gone down on some strange guy?"
Her eyes grew larger and her large, full lip: parted. She snaked a tongue over her wet, bee-stung lower lip. "Oh, Dirk!" she half moaned. "Are you gonna? I-I know I deserve it."
He suddenly laughed, reached out a hand, ran i under her wrapper and cupped her hot, hair-covered vulval area. His finger felt the plump lips open for him, wetly welcoming. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby? You're getting nice and juicy, just thinking about it. But I'm going to fool you. Just because I know you want that, need it, I'm not going to give it to you."
She looked crestfallen. "But-but I should be finished," she whimpered.
"There are other ways," he told her. He pushed the wrapper off her shoulders, forced it down her arms, and let it drop to the floor. Both of his hands upped her naked breasts, squeezing them hard, making her shiver with anticipation. Then he pinched the popped-out, arrogant, dark red nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"I don't know what it is about you, Bev. I've seen a hell of a lot of better bodies in my time but, somehow, yours turns me on more than any of them."
He ran his hands down over the lush curves of her ample hips. "Nice big hips," he murmured. He half turned her around and cupped the huge, full moons of her proud behind. "And the biggest, nicest ass I've ever felt." He pushed the milky white globes together, rolled them in his hands, pulled them apart. Then he ran his hand between her legs from behind.
"And one of the hottest, wettest, most talented pussies I've ever had," he groaned. "Oh, baby, it's sopping already. You want me to take care of that for you?"
Her hand was down, squeezing and rubbing the huge growth of his turgid tool, bulging out his breeches. "Oh, Dirk," she gasped. "You know I do. Come on, let's get to it!" Her hand moved to his belt, started to undo it.
He shoved her roughly away. "I'm calling this trick," he told her. "You don't do anything until I tell you to. Hear?"
She nodded, her gaze focused in passionate fascination on the lump in his pants now so long and thick it looked as though he had his nightstick shoved down in there.
"All right," he said. "Get over here and get down on your knees."
She obeyed, kneeling humbly in front of him, her breathing heavy now. "Don't take my pants down but open my fly and take out my cock and balls."
Tremblingly, she did so, gasping with delight as she pulled forth his ragingly hard cock, feeling its feverish thick hotness jumping and throbbing in her gentle fingers.
'Take your hand off it," he ordered. "And take out my balls. And easy. If you hurt them, I'll kick your teeth out."
"Oh, I won't, I won't!" she murmured. Her hand reached deep into the opened V of his fly and lifted out his round, hairy testicles. She cupped them and caressingly rolled them around in the palms of her hands.
"Now suck them," he told her. "Lick those nice big, hot, sweaty balls of mine and take them one by one into your mouth."
Quickly, she did as she was told. Her long, wet red tongue flicked out and pushed at the dangling globes, licked them, laved them, tickled them, as Dirk moaned his delight at the delicate, wet, feathery touch. Then she took turns taking each of his great, round male jewels into her mouth. She rolled them around in there with her tongue.
"Oh, beautiful!" Dirk exclaimed, his long, thick, swollen shaft jumping and bobbing excitedly at the tender ministrations going on below it. "Now, frig yourself while you do it!"
She quickly reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself. Dirk listened to the wet, slushy sound of her fingers in her creamy wetness. He said: "Oh, listen to that, baby! Sucking my nuts and frigging yourself, you've already got that thing sopping. I'll bet your clitty is standing up like a wet pencil eraser, isn't it? Rub that hot little button, Bev, and get yourself off while you work up a big load in my balls for later."
Her breath was coming harshly through her nose now, as she continued to suck his swollen testes, along with little whimpering sounds of delight. He looked down and saw her wide, smoothly fleshed hips humping back and forth with the rhythm of her frigging fingers. Her breasts were jouncing and jiggling crazily as she began to go: "Mmmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnnhhh! MMMMMMAARRRRRMNNNNNNNHHH!"
"That's it, girl," he encouraged her. "Come all over your fingers. Let it run down your legs. Oh, baby, what a good come you're having, huh?"
Then suddenly, he put a hand on her forehead and pushed her away. "That's enough of that. Now, we'll try something else. Go get that dildo of your old man's you're always talking about."
She looked up at him, pleadingly. "Oh, Dirk, must I? I don't want that. I want this!" She reached out and clasped his wagging, iron-hard, swollen-veined prick.
He slapped her hard across the face, knocking her sideways to the floor. "Don't argue with me, cunt," he told her. "Do as I say!"
She slowly got to her feet and moved toward the bathroom. While she was in there, Dirk called out, "Run the thing under the hot water faucet so it'll feel like the real thing."
A few moments later, she returned, holding an imitation phallus made of flesh-colored hard rubber. It was a little over six inches long and molded in minute detail, even including veins and a pronounced ridge at the base of the glans and below that a simulated bulge of flesh representing a pushed-back foreskin.
Looking at it, as Bev held it by the artificial testicles that were part of it, Dirk Smithers said, "Wow, that is pretty realistic, isn't it? I guess it probably is the next best thing to getting the old hot meat itself."
"What do you want me to do, Dirk?" Bev asked in a small, excited, almost little girl's voice.
"What do you think? I want you to fuck yourself with it, while I watch. Get on the couch, on your back."
As she did his bidding, he stood beside her and spread her legs wide, revealing the wet glistening hairs around her portal, and the swollen, moist outer lips parted and still dewed with her own juices, and the slick, bright pink inner lips nestling beneath.
"Mmmmm! That's a nice hot-looking gash, just dying to be filled, if I ever saw one," Dirk told her. "Okay, get to work with that thing and give me lots of action to watch, really ram that thing in and out of there."
Dutifully, she obeyed. She placed the bulbous glans of the hot dildo between her lips, letting out a little groan of pleasure at the contact, and rubbed it up and down a few times and then.with a cry of pleasure, forced the big, smooth crown into her opening.
"That's it," Dirk encouraged. "Just fuck yourself with the head of that thing at first and then inch, after inch, get it all the way in to the balls. Oh, sweetie, this is really kicks. I don't know why I never thought of it before. It'll probably even be better watching a real live cock screw you, when I get some other guy to do it while I watch."
"What other guy?" Bev gasped, as she now worked half of the dildo into her wetly sucking groove.
"I dunno, maybe my nephew, Tommy."
"Tommy Farr? Why, he's just a kid."
"That's what you think. He may be very young but he knows how to fuck. He's been doing it since he was fourteen. You ask some of the young married women in town that he's had. They'll tell you what a good stud he is. He'd fuck the belly off you if I gave him the chance."
The idea seemed to excite Bev and now she worked the dildo in and out furiously, beginning to buck her hips and hump her buttocks up and down on the bed. Dirk Smithers moved up beside her head so that his stiffly thrumming dingo stuck out straight over her face.
"Okay," he said. "While you're giving yourself a nice hot fuck, take my cock and rub it against your tits and then give it a good juicy suck."
Eagerly her free hand seized the thick, hot shaft of his love muscle, toyed with it a moment, as she said, between gasps of enjoyment at the reaming going on between her legs, "Mmmmm, Dirk, I just love yours, honey. Especially the knob on the end of it. It's different from a lot of men's."
"How?"
"Well, I've seen them shaped, well, sort of like helmets or maybe acorns or even mushrooms. Yours, though, is kind of like a big bullet, fatter than the rest of it."
"That's what feels good when it first goes in, isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah, honey," she moaned and raised and twisted a little so that she could bring the bulbed tip of his pole into contact with the cherry-pit hardness of her nipple.
"Yeah, that's good," Dirk murmured. "Mmmmm, your nipples are just as hot and hard as my cock. Do you like it, too?"
"Oh, do I! I once knew a girl who used to like to make a man come all over her tits. She said it drove her wild to feel that warm, sticky cream splashing all over her nipples, drenching her tits. You ever do that, Dirk?"
"No. There are better places to shoot that stuff."
"Like here?" she said, raising and twisting her head and taking the whole smooth, fat head of his glans into her mouth.
He felt the delightful sensation of her tongue swirling and twirling, teasingly, over the heated, supersensitive flesh, while her hand now busied itself with fondling, tumbling and milking the fat, double-bulged sac beneath his penis.
"Oh, baby, that's good!" Dirk said, with a guttural groan. "Just suck the head of it like that and pretend it's my kid nephew, Tommy, fucking you like crazy while you're doing it."
The sucking action of her wet, fetid mouth increased as Dirk watched her plunge the dildo in and out other now dripping cunt, faster and faster. Her buttocks were now bouncing up and down wildly. She threw her feet and legs into the air and wild, whimpering, groaning sounds issued through her nose and Dirk knew she was in the throes of violent orgasm. He almost went off himself and only at the last moment prevented it by pulling his steaming prick from her mouth, with a wet, popping sound.
She squealed, "Oh, Dirk, why did you do that? You were just about to come at the same time I was. I wanted to feel it squirting into my mouth, taste its saltiness." She reached for it again, but ht swung out of the way.
"I know," he said. "You got me so damned hot, watching you suck and fuck yourself with that artificial dick, I almost blew my nuts. And I'm not ready yet,' he admitted.
"Oh, then that means you're going to fuck me," Bev said happily. "That's beautiful, Dirk. Hurry up and take your uniform off. I want to feel your big, husky naked body against mine while you do it to me." She was still slowly, gently working the dildo in and out, in the aftermath of her climax and in preparation for the next one.
"Uh-uh," he told her. "I don't really have time. I've got to be at the courthouse in about twenty minutes to authorize a warrant. Besides, it'll be something new and different to ram it to you, while I'm fully dressed."
"Oh, I don't care, Dirk. Just come on, then, get that big thing down here between my legs." She slid the glistening wet dildo out, in anticipation of something better.
"I got a better idea," he said. "Get up on the couch on your hands and knees."
"Oh, goody, Dirk! I love it doggy-style."
He didn't say anything until after she was up on her hands and knees, the great, smooth rounds of her enormous ass jutting provocatively. She swayed them back and forth invitingly. Dirk gave her plump cheeks a couple of hard but playful smacks, watching the firm flesh bounce. Then he reached out with both hands and squeezed them until she cried out. Finally, he told her, "Take that dildo and stick it back up in your cunt."
"What?" she said, surprised. "But if I do that, how will you-"
He gave her trembling buttocks a hard clout, interrupting her. "Dammit, do as I say! What I'm going to do is fuck you up the ass while you frig your cunt with the dildo. It'll be like having two guys at the same time. Pretend the dildo is Tommy's stiff young prick fucking you while I ream your pretty bunghole."
"Oh, no, Dirk!" she protested. "Please, no! You know how it hurts me back there!"
"Yeah. At first but then you get to love it. And I do, too. That extra tightness makes me blow my lump real good. Now get that other thing in there."
He watched her reach down between her legs and insert the dildo and begin moving it in and out. He kneeled behind her and placed the length of his long, thick, hotly pulsing pole full against the long, deep crack dividing her superb buttocks. She let out a little cry of delight, feeling the heat and hardness of it against that sensitive place.
Dirk worked it around there for a few moments, letting out little grunting sounds of pleasure. Then he said, "All right, baby, now you're ready for the double-fuck. You've got Tommy's hot, hard young whang in your cunt and now you're going to get an even bigger one all the way up your arse-hole. Right up to the balls. You're going to be so full of hot meat, you'll come a hundred times."
With that, he spat on one hand, rubbed the spittle over the blunt, rubbery glans of his penis, then parted her fat, rosy cheeks. He carefully placed the big bullet of flesh against the pink, faintly puckered entry and began to press, gently, at first, then harder and harder, as Bev cried out, "Oh, no! NO, DIRK, YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
"Yeah?" he answered. "What a beautiful way to die, huh?"
Suddenly, the whole knob of his truncheon popped its way into the tight hole he had been probing. Dirk gave a big "AHHHHH!" of satisfaction while a small scream issued forth from Bev's throat. He patted the soft, resilient flesh of her big, thrusting ass cheeks encouragingly. "Easy, baby," he coaxed. "You've already got the worst part in-or the best, I guess it is. The rest'll be easy. Mmmmmmm! That's it, you hot bitch!"
As he rammed in another inch, he felt Bev push back respondingly, sucking yet another inch of his hot, throbbing, thick instrument into her tightly resisting anus. At the same time she began to wield the dildo in and out of her slavering vagina with greater and greater rapidity.
"Yeah, yeah!" Dirk grunted. 'Tommy's giving it to you real good in the front part, while I gun it up my own pretty, tight little hole. My God, your asshole holds it as tight as a greased fist. Oh, man, I love it this way!"
He had it all the way in now, his pleasure increasing from the soft feel of her great fleshy behind pressed tightly against his loins. He let it stay all the way in for a moment, soaking there, feeling his tortured penis trying to throb and jump against the tight, hot imprisonment in which it was held.
Then he slowly eased it almost all the way out, until only the head was imbedded and then suddenly plunged it all the way back in to the hilt. Bev let out a long, keening cry, half pain, half unbelievable delight. Now Dirk impaled her with a succession of fast, grinding thrusts, in and out, in and out.
As he did so, he said, breathing hard and raggedly like an animal, "There! Is it getting better, Bev? Does it still hurt? You'd better hurry up and come. I don't know how much longer I can last."
"Ohhhhh! AAAAAAHHHHH! Oh, yeah, it still hurts a-a little but it's beginning to feel nice, too! Mmmmmm! OOOHHHAAHH! Oh, that's good. Do it slow like that for a while!"
Now he worked the full length of his swollen prong slowly, deliberately, in and out of her hot tight channel, savoring the way her anal muscles now gripped it, the way she began to weave her ass and thrust it back at him as though demanding more and more.
"If you think this is good, Bev, wait'll I bring Tommy up here and we both do this to you. You'll really go crazy, with a young guy's live prick humping your hot cunt while I drive the spike up your asshole."
She could do nothing but emit a series of long groans at this and Dirk heard the dildo slushing in and out of her soggy sex opening as she thought about what he had said, wanting it that way, wishing the younger man was there right now, with his hard, white hot ramrod fucking her fast and furiously, while Dick's pistoned in and out of her sucking behind.
Just thinking about how good the real thing would be, Bev began to come, just as Dirk increased the speed of his own thrustings to the point where his pelvis slapped hard against her projecting behind with each furious jab. Slap, Slap, SLAP! it went. She felt as though the big, knobby head of his thing was slamming deep into her bowels.
"OH! OOOOOHHHH! ARRRRGGGH!" she screamed. "I-I CAN'T STOP CUMMM-CUM-MMMMMIIIINNNGG!!"
She suddenly took her hand from the dildo, leaving it deeply imbedded in her vagina where the trained muscles up in there milked and sucked at it. At the same time, she looked back between her legs and watched Dirk's huge bag of balls, swollen with their fiercely worked-up load of sperm, swinging back and forth. As she continued to spasm violently, she reached back and captured his swinging balls in her hand. She gently squeezed and fondled them, while Dirk cried out, "Oh, yes, BABY! OH, YES, I LOVE THAT! PLAY WITH THOSE BIG HOT NUTS, YOU HORNY BITCH, WHILE I GET THEM OFF INTO YOUR GORGEOUS ASSHOLE WITH THE BIGGEST FLOOD IT'S EVER HAD!"
Groaning and grunting and crying out his ecstasy, Dirk now pumped his hot torpedo in and out of her vise-tight sheath in complete, crazed abandon as he felt his seed begin to work its way from his sac, all along the length of his penis, then suddenly begin to spit and squirt its way into the depths of her anal activity. He felt as though he was coming as he never had before. He did so much he felt it backing up along the length of his plunging prick and then with each final thrust and withdrawal, being forced out and squeegeeing into his pubic hair and running down onto his balls and onto Bev's hands, still toying there, trying to milk out every possible last drop from them.
A few minutes later, he eased his limp phallus out of its now cream-flecked trap. He half pushed Bev off the couch. "Go get a washcloth and towel and clean off this prick you got so dirty, slut!" he growled.
She ran for the bathroom and returned a moment later, with a wet, warm cloth and a soft fluffy towel. She carefully cleaned and dried his sagging member, still swollen larger than normally, even though it was no longer stiff. She cooed in a completely satisfied manner as she did this, softly telling Dirk how great it had been. Then she bent and her thick, warm, moist lips bestowed a series of kisses all over his penis and then gently took the firm but softened head into her loving mouth for one farewell suck.
Dirk laughed at this and patted her gently on the head. "You're not a bad kid, you know that," he said. He stood up and tucked his pecker back into his fly, zipped it up. "Listen, you know what, Bev?"
"What, hon?"
"The more I think of that bitch of a minister's wife, Dianne Barker, getting you thrown off the church committee, causing you to get beaten up by your old man, making you a dirty joke all over town, the more it pisses me off. Who the hell does she think she is, that holier-than-thou slut? Her, with her high and mighty ways! I can't stand an uppity broad like that. She was probably just mad because the preacher isn't hung like that guy was you were giving a blow job. I think we ought to fix her big, stuck-up ass for doing that to you."
"How?"
"I haven't completely figured it out yet but I got some ideas. For one thing, maybe you could get her old man to fuck you. That would be a little bit of revenge."
Bev gasped. "Oh, I couldn't do that! To a minister? To a man of the cloth? Oh, no, Dirk!"
"Don't be silly. Just because he wears a collar backward, he's still a man, ain't he? Hasn't he got a dick, just like everybody else? And you know the saying-a stiff prick has no conscience. Even with a minister. All you have to do is figure how to get that thing hard for him and he'll slip it to you."
She shook her head. "Oh, I don't see how I could."
"We'll find a way," he told her. "And I think I know how to work the same thing with that haughty bitch of a wife of his. If I can once get her fucked by another man beside her husband, I'll have her by the short hairs of her snatch. I've got a pretty good idea how I'll manage that, too. You wait and see, baby, we'll get even with those two assholes. Okay?"
She nodded dubiously. Then Dirk slammed her smartly on the behind and left the apartment.