Chapter 6
Miss Purlett's pelvis was slamming recklessly against him, but the little lawyer's self-control was absolute. Her labia had lubricated and no longer puckered around his gigantic jock. Little by little his organ had gone in until their bodies were mingling and meshing pubic hairs, but the small man made no effort to run it in or out.
Instead, he wrapped his hands behind the lush blonde's wildly thrashing buttocks and held himself tightly against her, until she was through wriggling about.
"Give me a drink," Miss Purlett finally said weakly.
"First things first," Mr. Veely said. While Kay watched fascinated through the keyhole, he pulled his still rigid eminence from the luscious blonde's hole. He got his knees on the outside of her thighs, then crawled his way up her supine body until his buttocks were brushing against her full, firm breasts.
"Oooohhhh noooo!" Miss Purlett wailed. But to Kay's amazement she did what Tommy Taskoosh had once wanted her to do: Miss Purlett opened her mouth wide and took the tremendous throbbing head of his unrepentant rammer inside. Kay saw her throat and cheeks sucking hungrily as the lovely blonde struggled to keep her mouth around his tremendous tool. Miss Purlett's tongue was titillating the underside of his enormous erection while her lips slid juicily back and forth over the rest of it.
Watching her, Kay felt pity mixed with fear. She knew the tremendous mouthful was threatening to choke the luscious saleslady. She knew if she, Kay, ever had to do it she would die.
Meanwhile, Mr. Veely was slowly pivoting until he faced Miss Purlett's lovely belly. While the blonde continued the good work on his swollen skewer, he leaned forward and lifted up her ankles. The lower half of Miss Purlett's body became vertically upright from the floor.
Kay had supposed he was going to lick and chew on Miss Purlett as she was doing to him, but instead, Mr. Veely produced a short length of rope and bound the elegant saleslady's ankles loosely, leaving a foot of rope between them. He put his head between her legs so that Miss Purlett was held half-hanging upside-down by the rope over his shoulders.
Then, instead of kissing or tickling or sucking or caressing or showing any form of tenderness to the lady who was treating his penis with such tender loving care, the balding little lawyer rubbed his palms together.
He clapped his hands once, as if applauding himself. Then he began spanking Miss Pureltt's bare bottom. Behind the door Kay gasped and almost cried out. Mr. Veely glanced up sharply, then he went back to spanking his blonde partner.
He was hitting her hard. Even in the bathroom Kay could hear the vicious smack each time his hands slapped Miss Purlett's rapidly reddening bottom. The lush blonde's body was squirming in torment. Mr. Veely's robust rigidity remained in her mouth. Despite her suffering at Mr. Veely's ungentlemanly hands, the elegant saleslady's loving licking care did not falter. Finally Kay understood that no matter how cruel or painful the little lawyer's spanking might seem, there was nothing to stop Miss Purlett from ending it any time she wanted to with one solid bite.
But Miss Purlett was not biting. She was sucking and kissing and licking. Her hands were caressing the balding little man's scrotum, inventorying each individual hair, running a caressing, tickling and titillating finger up and down the sensitive skin between the little man's anus and scrotum.
Mr. Veely's bald spot was turning redder each moment. His eyes gleamed, the way Kay remembered them this morning when he had given her the key to the apartment. Suddenly Kay realized what the little lawyer had been planning for her. If it weren't Miss Purlett that Mr. Veely had stumbled into, Kay knew she might be forced to do all the things the lush blonde was doing.
Not that the elegant saleslady seemed to be suffering....She was still licking and sucking and tickling while the little man spanked her, chafing his hands as he reddened her beautiful bottom. Then suddenly the little man's pelvis was moving, gyrating and jerking as Miss Purlett's had a moment ago. Miss Purlett gagged and choked as his thrust drove his monstrous meatus deep down her throat, but she gamely stuck with it, moaning and groaning her delight as the balding lawyer gave a final lunge, then collapsed atop her. His still spurting spindle withdrew from Miss Purlett's mouth with an audible thuck, like the cork from a champagne bottle. He fell to one side. Miss Purlett bent forward, giving his love muscle a final lick and a promise, then she extricated herself from the octopus-like tangle of naked limbs and rushed into the bathroom.
"What'll I do?" Kay whispered.
"Do what the sisters taught you to do."
"What?"
"Pray."
Miss Purlett drew warm water in a basin. She got soap, towels, and a washcloth, then hurriedly exited. Kay locked the door and fixed her eye to the keyhole. While she watched, the elegant blonde saleslady gently sponged off Mr. Veely. The half-asleep lawyer demurred at first. "Want to take a bath," he insisted, but Miss Purlett continued her ministrations. Before he quite realized what was happening to him, the diminutive man was hustled into his clothes and being shown out the doorway with a lingering good-night kiss.
Miss Purlett chained the door. Kay opened the bathroom door and stepped out. She began looking for her clothes. "He'll be home with his wife before he realizes this is his apartment and not mine," Miss Purlett stated in a mocking voice.
"You're marvelous," Kay said. "How did you do it."
Miss Purlett laughed. "It isn't easy," she admitted, "Especially when you know you're doing it for an audience."
Kay gulped. It would have been hard enough for her to do half the things Miss Purlett had done-even if she had been in total darkness and with a contract signed by God promising that no one would ever know who she was. Suddenly she realized what a strain it must have been for the blonde saleslady, trying to act uninhibited and natural while knowing all the time that Kay was watching her and facing the additional possibility that at any moment Mr. Veely might decide to take a bath.
"Why did you do it?" Kay asked. "Did you do it for me?"
Miss Purlett grinned, then sobered. "That's too important a question in your young life for me to toss it off with a fast answer." She poured herself another drink and sat on the couch. "Partly for you, I guess. Partly because I just didn't want to go through a big angry scene when he found you in the bathroom. But mainly-and this is the point for you to remember and think about-I did it because it was fun."
Kay was astounded for a moment. "You're in love with Mr. Veely?"
Miss Purlett laughed. "Love is for children-and for timid souls who have to brainwash themselves into sticking it out with one spouse they tired of years ago."
Kay still didn't understand. "Don't you hate him for making you do all those things?"
Miss Purlett sighed, dropping her arm around Kay's shoulders. "Do you hate me for what we did together?"
Kay thought a moment. "I guess not," she said. "It's wrong. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I know you'd have stopped any time I really wanted to."
"And don't you think Randy would've done the same, if I'd really wanted to quit?"
"But you and Mr. Veely don't love each other!" Kay protested. , "We're too much alike to fall in love," Miss Purlett said. "We're good friends; we do each other favors, both physical and financial."
"But what about his wife?" Kay asked.
"Yes, what about her?"
Kay didn't know what to say.
Miss Purlett sighed and poured Kay another very weak drink. She tossed more wood on the fire, and Kay suddenly realized they were sitting naked on the couch. "I don't know Mrs. Veely well," the elegant blonde said. "But she's two years younger than I."
Kay doubted this, remembering the motherly lawyer's wife.
"If she loves eating and housework more than she loves her husband, that's her kick. She has no right to complain, if he goes out looking for the little spice of life that she's too busy, or too tired, or too apathetic to provide."
"But why do you do it?" Kay asked.
"For the same reason you did-because it's fun."
"But it's wicked!"
"Why?"
"It's a carnal pleasure; it's a mortal sin!"
"Perhaps, dear, if your loving God had a body, he'd be more understanding of people who make the best of theirs. Now, for example...." Miss Purlett's arm over Kay's shoulder dropped and her fingers began idly twiddling Kay's nipple.
Kay halfheartedly attempted to stop it. Miss Purlett got her other hand on Kay's other nipple, and before Kay realized it they were back on the rug again. This time there were no preliminaries. Miss Purlett had her mouth fastened firmly on Kay's throbbing clitoris, and the eager sixteen-year-old was making up for all the frustration she had experienced while watching the juicy scene through the keyhole.
Kissing Miss Purlett's well-rubbed clitoris, Kay wondered how it would feel to have the little lawyer's tremendous tool inside her-between her legs or in her mouth. She didn't know which way would be best, but either way promised to be worth a try.
There was a scratching noise in the bathroom. Kay wondered briefly if she had forgotten to latch the tiny window over the tub. It was much nicer to relax and see what would happen if Miss Purlett kept kissing and sucking that hard spot between her vulva lips. There was a growing, swelling feel in her belly. She wondered if that delicious feel of a melting explosion would come again. She kissed Miss Purlett's bouncy bottom enough to let the blonde know she was on the right track.
Abruptly the bathroom door burst open with a tremendous bang. Kay and Miss Purlett took their faces from each other's crotch to look, startled, at the source of the noise. There was a blinding flash. While Kay was thinking irrational thoughts of nuclear attack and Viet Cong invasions, Miss Purlett hurled herself toward the bathroom door just as another flash lit up the room. The bathroom door slammed shut, then the lock snapped loudly.
Miss Purlett hit the door low and hard. Kay heard wood splinter. Miss Purlett lunged again, and the door opened. By now Kay could see dimly again. Uncomprehending what was happening, she followed Miss Purlett. The tiny window above the tub-the one she had thought to escape from, was open. Kay crowded beside Miss Purlett to stare out of it into the dimly lit alley. This time there were no Eskimos sharing a bottle of wine. The alley was empty, except for the ladder that leaned against the wall of the apartment directly under the window.
"What happened?" Kay asked.
Miss Purlett gave her a pitying look. "Smile," she said softly. "We're on candid camera."
"Somebody took our picture?" Kay was beginning to believe it, but she didn't want to believe it. If a picture of her and Miss Purlett naked and sucking each other ... If it ever became public, Kay knew she would kill herself. She knew she would die of shame.
"But who?" she asked in a fear-choked voice, "Who'd do such a thing?"
Miss Purlett checked the chain on the front door. Satisfied, she went back to the bathroom and stuck her head out the window, draping her magnificent mammaries over the window as she pushed the ladder away from the wall. Kay heard it clatter in the alley as Miss Purlett closed and latched the window.
"You'd better get dressed, dear," she warned as she came back into the living room.
Hurriedly, Kay got into her clothes. Miss Purlett finished dressing and began making coffee in the kitchenette.
"Shouldn't we-uh...."
"Run away?" Miss Purlett gave a bitter laugh. "You'll never get away from that picture as long as you live!"
Kay was near panic. She wanted to scream and cry and run, but some thin thread of sanity told her it would do no good. "Who did it?" she repeated.
"That's an interesting question," Miss Purlett mused. "It has to be one of two people."
While Kay watched, puzzled, the elegant-looking blonde picked up the phone and dialed. Moments later she heard a tinny voice. It sounded like a man. "Randy, is your wife home?" Miss Purlett asked.
"No." The little lawyer's voice was faintly puzzled. "I don't know where she could have gone off to this time of night."
"Are we on a private line?" Miss Purlett asked.
"I think so."
"Did you know your apartment had a visit from Candid Camera?"
"WHAT?" Mr. Veely's panic-stricken voice filled the room. "While I was there?" he continued, "Oh Jesus! Are you still there?"
"Yes."
"Sit tight. I'll do some checking. I'll call you back."
"Yes, you do that," Miss Purlett said, then hung up.
Turning to Kay, she said, "Well, that eliminates half of our suspects."
"But who is it?" Kay asked.
"His wife's private detective. Who else? The way old Randy's been making out for the last couple of years, I'm amazed it's taken her this long."
"But what're we going to do?" Kay wailed.
"That's where the question becomes interesting," Miss Purlett said.
"How can you be so calm about it?"
"It isn't easy," the elegant blonde conceded. "If you can keep your head, when everyone else is losing theirs ... perhaps you just don't understand the situation."
"I understand it perfectly now," Kay answered.
"I wonder if you do," Miss Purlett said thoughtfully.
"My reputation's ruined," Kay exclaimed. "I'm under age, and I'll probably end up in reform school. You'll get in trouble, too. Oh, Miss Purlett, I'm sorry!"
"Not half as sorry as the man who took those pictures." Kay gaped.
"By now he must realize he got the wrong pictures. If not, he will as soon as he develops them."
"I don't understand."
"Randy's wife wants evidence for a divorce settlement. What possible use could she get out of a picture of a couple of girls having some fun? Randy isn't in the pictures. They're useless to her. She won't give that detective a dime for them."
"I see," Kay said slowly.
"Do you?" Miss Purlett asked. "An unscrupulous man has pictures that can ruin both of us. He's angry, because he thought he was going to make a lot of money and now all his work was for nothing. Now what will he do to turn some small profit on this otherwise wasted evening?"
"Sell the pictures?" Kay guessed.
"Naturally. But who would pay the most for them?"
"Some dirty book publishers?" Kay guessed.
"Grow up, girl!" Miss Purlett snapped. "Every newsstand in Anchorage is loaded with better pictures. Do you think they were all taken through keyholes?"
Kay hadn't seen that many newsstands in her sheltered life. "You mean girls let other people take pictures of ... "
Some enjoy the work so much, they don't even ask for pay," Miss Purlett said. "But the question at the moment is, who would pay the most for these particular pictures of you and me?"
Finally Kay understood. "We're going to be blackmailed, aren't we?"