Chapter 9
Man, oh man! Bill Hodges said to himself as he parked his truck at the curb in front of the Everett house... What a dream set-up this is! I can't lose! All the pussy I can get and I'll get paid for it sooner or later! Damn, Hodges, you're a fucking genius!
Bill could see the Everett woman at the front door before he even unloaded his gear... Christ, she's sure no Caroline Crosby, but if she'll make me a few bucks, I wouldn't care if she looked like Frankenstein in drag!
"Yoo-hoo! Bill!" He heard her calling to him and he looked up, forcing a smile. She was wearing hot pants and a tight halter top -both mistakes. The outfit would have been sensational on a twenty year old chick with high firm tits and a nice ass. But on this forty year old broad with sagging boobs and an ass soft from too-easy living, it was a disaster!
"Hi, Mrs. Everett," he smiled toothily, friendlier than he had ever been to the horny old broad. "How's everything?"
She winked at him brazenly. "Fine... except my husband is coming back tomorrow." She laughed uproariously at her own joke and Bill managed a polite chuckle. In the past, he had always fielded her bold flirtations with great aplomb, careful that nothing passed between them that even hinted of intrigue. But now... now things were different, and it was time to see if Nancy Everett was really as horny as she seemed!
"Tomorrow, huh?" he winked back at her, breathing in deeply so that the muscles in his massive working-man's chest tightened impressively. "Well, that still gives us plenty of time, doesn't it?"
The slightly-chubby brunette looked puzzled, then her face split with an all-over grin. "Hey, that's the kind of talk I wanted to hear a long time ago, Big Boy... why the sudden interest? I couldn't get a tumble out of you before."
Bill hesitated. It was obvious that Nancy Everett knew her way around by the way she talked. She was no flirtatious housewife eager for that first moment of extra-marital cock... Nancy had been there before.
"Just kidding, Mrs. Everett," he mumbled nervously, hoping he had not gone too far already. "That kind of thing could cost me my job."
He was relieved to see the look of disappointment and defeat on the married woman's hardened face... Nancy Everett was not the woman he needed to get his plan in action. He needed someone less experienced, someone less likely to have had her dirty linen aired already in front of her husband.
Bill's scheme was a form of blackmail in its dirtiest mold and it needed just the right women to make it work... No, Nancy was not the one, but there were others, just waiting for the kind of loving their hubbies never gave them!