Chapter 5

Sobbing uncontrollably, her vision blurred, Laurie stumbled down the corridor toward her room. She bumped into a man when she went around a corner, and screeched, "Why don't you look where you're going!"

"Hey, Laurie, it's me . . . Vince," he said, taking her by the shoulders and holding her. "What's the matter, honey? Why are you crying? Why aren't you in bed?"

"Oh, Mister Caldwell!" she moaned, and flung her arms around him.

"There, there, honey, just simmer down," Vince soothed, stroking her heaving back as she clung to him and sobbed bitterly. With her quaking young body pressed against him, he was in no hurry to find out what her problem was. He took advantage of her crying fit and gave her lovely fanny a few strokes, too, realizing that she would never know the difference. "You just go ahead and cry it out; then you can tell me what's troubling you."

When Laurie got herself partway under control, she pushed away from Vince and accepted the handkerchief he offered. Dabbing at her red, swollen eyes, she blurted, "It's Tom and Sue!"

"What about Tom and Sue?"

"Your wife . . . she's in Tom's room and . . . and they're balling!"

"Making out, you mean? Screwing?"

"Yes. I didn't mean to spy on them, Mister Caldwell. I only wanted to talk to Tom and explain about... to make him see that I was telling the truth about today!"

"And you caught them in the act, huh?" Vince chuckled. "What did they say?"

"They don't know I saw them. Tom's door wasn't locked and ... I'm ashamed of myself for doing it, but I peeked."

Vince said nothing.

"Sue is your wife," Laurie said. "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"She's always been hot for young guys," Vince said with a resigned shrug. "What do you want me to do about it, Laurie?"

"Get her out of there! I don't want her balling Tom!"

A sly smile crept over Vince's handsome face. He put his arm around the distraught girl in a fatherly fashion and said, "I'm afraid that's the wrong thing to do, honey." He began leading her toward his room, walking slowly with his arm around her. "If I barge in there and drag Sue out, it'll only drive them closer together. Don't you see how it would work?"

"No, Mister Caldwell, I don't see," Laurie said, hardly realizing that he was guiding her along because of her agitated mental state and his comforting arm.

"It wouldn't stop Sue from seeing your boy friend. I've dragged her out of boys' rooms enough to know that by now."

"I'm sorry," Laurie mumbled.

"No need for you to be sorry, honey. Sue can't seem to help herself. She's got this thing about young guys, and every so often she gives in to it."

"How awful... for you and her both, Mister Caldwell."

"Call me Vince, honey. We've got a problem. Let's forget our working relationship for now and get our heads together. Maybe we can do something about it after all, if we reason things out. What do you say we go to my room and do just that?"

"I don't know..." Laurie said, pausing to think before she went on. "... if I should. It's so late."

"Don't you want to get even with them?"

"I just want them to stop, is all."

"Well, I want to get even with them, Laurie, and I think we can do it, if you'll help me. I believe we can nip their little affair in the bud, too, and prevent them from balling each other all summer. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes, Mister Caldwell, that is what I want. To stop them."

"Call me Vince," he said again, patting her shoulder before he took his arm from around her and unlocked the door to his motel room, which they'd just reached. "Come on in. I'll tell you what I have in mind."

A bedside lamp was on, and he didn't bother to turn on any more lights. "Have a seat, honey," he said, when Laurie preceded him into the room. He shut the door and locked it silently, with his back shielding his busy hands. He turned around just as Laurie was seating herself ladylike in a chair.

Smiling to himself, he said, "I'll be right with you, Laurie. Make yourself comfortable. There're cigarettes and matches in the nightstand, if you'd like one."

"Thank you," Laurie said, watching Vince walk past her toward the bathroom. She rarely smoked but was tempted to have one for her nerves. In the end she decided not to smoke, because she didn't really like the taste. She sat with her legs crossed and her foot pumping nervously, listening to Vince rattle ice cubes and glasses.

He hadn't gone into the John at all, but had stopped in the mirrored dressing alcove beside it, where he and Sue kept their drinking supplies. He made himself a highball and fixed Laurie a drink of half-gin and half-Fresca.

"I don't want anything to drink," Laurie protested when Vince offered her the glass.

"Take it. You need it."

"What's in it?" she asked, taking the glass reluctantly.

"Fresca is all," he said. "With just a dash of gin to settle your nerves. Go on. Take a sip. Think of it as a nerve tonic."

Laurie did, and murmured, "Thank you. It's very good." The girl had never tasted gin, so she had no way of knowing her drink was much too strong.

Vince took off his coat and tie before he sat down on the bed. "So you caught your boy friend and my wife screwing. I guess we'd better figure out what to do about it, hadn't we?"

The subject was a little embarrassing for Laurie, what with them being in the motel room alone together, her in her night clothes and Vince sitting on the bed. Laurie nodded and took another sip of her drink. "I don't want revenge, though, Vince, I just want them to stop it."

"Yeah," Vince said, lighting a cigarette and taking what appeared to Laurie to be a thoughtful drag on it.

"What can we do? You said you had something in mind."

"I do," he assured her. "It's tricky business, though. Finish your drink while I mull it over. Want a cigarette?"

"Just the drink," Laurie said, and she took another big sip of the potent but deceptively smooth gin drink.

Vince said nothing for about five minutes, and by then Laurie had consumed nearly half of the "nerve tonic" her kind, considerate boss had fixed for her. She watched him patiently, not saying anything because she could see he was deep in thought, and sipped her drink, feeling herself relax more and more. There was a warm, pleasant glow inside her, and she wasn't nearly as nervous and upset as she had been. In fact, she was beginning to feel pretty good, except the erotic scene she had witnessed was still having one lingering effect on her. If only the heat in her loins would've gone away along with the calming of her nerves, Laurie would have considered herself back to normal. But the sexual heat refused to diminish appreciably, and she kept squirming absently in a subconscious effort to ease the burning, itching sensation in her crotch.

Though Laurie didn't suspect it, Vince was keeping a watchful eye on her via a mirror, and his thoughts were of her and her condition rather than of how to put a stop to the sexing between her frustrated boy friend and his wayward wife. Vince didn't really give a damn how many young boys Sue seduced, as long as she did it discreetly and continued to help him with the legitimate side of their business. He had accepted her yen for young cock long ago, figuring he had no real gripe coming so long as Sue didn't pitch a bitch about him leading a constant string of young lovelies astray.

The scheming man waited until Laurie had nearly finished her drink before he made his move. He wanted her drunk enough to hear his proposal without being able to pick holes in his logic, but not so drunk that she wouldn't know what was happening to her later.

"I think you've had enough," he said, and he got up and took the glass from her hand.

"I think maybe you're right," Laurie laughed, shaking her head to clear it.

Vince set her glass aside and pulled her to her feet. "Are you dizzy, Laurie?"

"Not much," she said. "I'm aw'right, Vince."

"Sure you are, honey, but you've had one helluva rough day. Why don't you lie down on the bed? I've got everything figured out now. You can relax while I tell you about it."

"I don't wanna lie down, Vince. I'm fine . . . honest."

"Laurie," he said, speaking to her as if she were a child, "Who's the boss, honey? Me or you?"

Laurie frowned. "You're not gonna lie down, too, are you?"

"No, no. I may decide to sit on the edge of the bed while we talk, but I've no intention of lying down. Why? Don't you trust me?"

"Sure, I do, Mister Caldwell," Laurie said, blushing. "I guess maybe I will lie down after all."

"We're here to discuss a personal matter, not business, so forget the 'Mister' and simply call me Vince. All right?"

"Okay, Vince," Laurie replied, crawling onto the bed and lying down, but being very careful not to let her robe fall open or hike up.

"Now, to our common problem," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with an arm across his chest and holding his chin as if he were thinking seriously about Laurie's immediate problem. "I'll tell you the way I see things stacked up first, and if you disagree with me, just say so. But wait 'til I finish first, so I won't lose my train of thought, okay?"

"Okay," Laurie agreed, and when Vince took her hand and gave it a little squeeze, she only smiled, thinking how nice he was to go out of his way in order to help her get Tom back.

"In case you didn't know for sure, Laurie, Tom does have his doubts about your being raped."

"But I was raped!" Laurie wailed.

"I know that, honey, and I'll try to convince Tom of it when he cools down, but right now we ha... "

Laurie felt a flood of relief wash over her when she heard Vince say he believed she actually had been raped, and she felt like hugging and kissing him when he promised to try to convince Tom. She was so grateful, she could feel herself bubbling inside, but she lay very still and tried to concentrate on what Vince was telling her.

"... So you see, Laurie, there's really no way we can stop their affair without giving them a dose of their own medicine."

"I think I see what you mean, Vince . . . but how would we manage to do that without really . . . without really balling, ourselves?"

Vince smiled to himself, realizing that the naive girl was buying his Devil's Philosophy, or had so far.

"You don't expect me to ... to ... " Laurie couldn't say it.

"No, honey, I don't expect you to let me screw you. I know how sore you must be after losing your virginity to those two rapists. Are you sore?"

"Yes, but it's getting better," she answered, too fuzzy-minded to question how he knew she'd lost her virginity when she herself hadn't mentioned it to him or Sue.

Vince nodded. "Good. Now, here's what we'll do, if you're serious about breaking them up while we still can."

"We've got to put a stop to it, Vince!"

"You're right, baby. And to put a stop to it, we'll have to make them think we're having an affair, too. Then we'll have a bargaining position, because they'll be jealous, too. Do you follow me so far?"

"I think so," Laurie said slowly, wishing she could think more clearly.

"We'll have to hurry. Sue will be coming in any minute, and we've got to make her think she's caught us in the act. Take off your clothes," he said, and began stripping himself.

"How much of my clothes?" Laurie asked worriedly.

"Everything. People are usually naked when they screw."

"But we're not going to . . . ball!"

"That's right, Laurie, but we've got to make Sue think we are. Now, hurry!"

Laurie wasn't sure she liked this part of it, but if Vince's scheme would stop the affair between Sue and Tom and get her boy friend back-and Vince seemed positive that it would--then she was willing to go along. She had only one more question. "Won't Tom be awfully angry with me when he finds out? I mean, when he thinks he finds out that you and I have been . . . carrying on?"

"Oh, for crying out loud," Vince gushed. "It's no wonder you're not taking your things off, I forgot to explain the rest of it! No, Laurie, Tom will never know. It isn't necessary for him to know. Sue is extremely jealous of me. All we've got to do is let her think she's caught us doing it, and she'll stay a mile away from your boy friend. I guarantee she won't even talk to him again for the rest of the summer."

"You're so intelligent, Vince," Laurie said, blushing as she began undressing willingly if embarrassedly. "I don't know how to thank you for going to all this trouble just to help me get my personal mess straightened out."

"I'm not doing it just for you, honey. Believe me, I'll gain by it, too," Vince said. Then he thought he'd better qualify his statement and added, "By having a true-blue wife all summer, I mean. You see, I still love Sue very much, despite her weakness."

"That's sweet," Laurie said, pulling her nightgown over her head. "I think that's so sweet, Vince."

"Yeah," he muttered, eying Laurie's firm, young, mouth-watering breasts, his lips quivering at the thought of sucking her coral nipples. "Let me help you out of your skivvies," he offered, and whisked her panties down her long, tapering legs when she raised her well-packed butt off the bed. The fact that her panty crotchband was soaked and slick didn't escape the observant seductor of young girls.

"I think I hear Sue coming now," he said urgently, the instant Laurie lay back fully nude and terribly embarrassed. "Spread your legs, Laurie! Hurry!"

"W-what?" Laurie gasped.

"Hurry, before it's too late! We don't want to miss our only chance, do we?"

Laurie shook her head and gulped, but she spread her legs and let Vince get on top of her as if he were actually going to screw her.

"Put your arms around me, honey. We've got to make it look real."

The tipsy girl could feel the hot head of his penis touching her tingling sex-flesh, and the light contact made her light-headed, but she did as he suggested and slid her arms around him.

"Your legs, too, Laurie," Vince said. "Hook them over my legs, or better yet, throw them up around me and lock your ankles over my rear. Hurry! We've got to make it look real for Sue, haven't we?"

"I-I-I suppose," Laurie stuttered, bringing her legs up quickly and encircling Vince, locking her ankles over his hard rump.

"I think I hear her right outside the door now. I'm going to kiss you. Kiss me back, honey. It'll add the perfect touch of realism."

With that, Laurie's boss lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. He also eased nearly half of his velvety cockhead into her tender pussy. Laurie whimpered and let her mouth fall open, and found herself with a sudden mouthful of Vince's darting tongue. I don't know if he's acting or for real, Laurie thought dimly as she began sucking his tongue so Sue would think they were really doing it when she walked into the room. He's got to be acting. Vince wouldn't really put it in me. He told me so, and he's too nice a man to lie. . . mmmm. . . or to play a mean trick on me. Oh, God! Is this a trick? Is he really going to screw me? Why is he rolling his glans around my rim like that? Doesn't he know it feels good to me?

Vince broke the kiss and rolled off the confused girl. "Sorry, baby. Whoever it was went on past. My mistake. I could've sworn it was Sue's walk, though."

Laurie was too busy catching her breath and trying to collect her wits to say anything.

"You did some great acting there, Laurie. I'm afraid we'll have to go through the whole bit again, though, so Sue can see us."

"I don't want to do it again," Laurie breathed.

"Did I hurt you? I forgot all about your losing your cherry today. Goddamn it, Laurie, I'm sorry as I can be!"

"It did hurt a little," Laurie said, seizing the obvious excuse to avoid going through the lewd act with him again, although his partially inserted knob had given her awakened pussy more pleasure than pain.

"I got carried away, I guess. Forgive me?"

"It's all right now," Laurie said.

Vince slapped his forehead. "No, it isn't," he wailed. "We've got to do it again ... or something else ... so Sue will think she's caught us in the act."

"W-what'll we d-do?" Laurie asked fearfully.

"I've got it," Vince said, snapping his fingers, "and just in time, too. I'm almost positive that's Sue coming up the corridor this time. I'll have to show you, baby. There's no time to explain," he said, scooting down the bed until his head was beside her hip before he swung between her widespread legs.

"Don't hurt me," Laurie whimpered.

"I won't," he whispered. "Don't worry."

An involuntary sigh escaped Laurie's trembling lips when she felt his mouth covering her hair-fringed hole and his tongue plunging all the way into it. "Ohhh . . . oh, Vince! No! Don't dooo that!"

He didn't hear me! Laurie thought, listening to her rapid heartbeats and mistaking them for footsteps in the carpeted hallway. I can't say it louder! Sue might hear me and know we aren't really doing this awful thing! Ohhhh . . . does he have to lick that far up inside me?! It feels good! Mmmmm!

When Laurie realized she was listening to her heart instead of footfalls, she pushed at Vince's pleasure-giving head and gasped, "Don't! It wasn't her, Vince! We made another dreadful mistake!"

He slid up and mounted her again, panting, "But someone else is coming! Don't you hear them? It might be Sue!"

"I th-think I do!" Laurie stammered. "Just kiss me this time! Nothing more! Please!"

His lips wet and slick with her copious vaginal secretions, Vince French-kissed the thoroughly confused, highly aroused girl. Laurie was so far gone that she sucked his tongue hungrily and forgot to complain when she felt the rounded tip of his penis probing into her again, farther this time, until the head popped into her vagina itself and brought a cry of pain from her as it dilated the sore tissue from which her lost hymen had been ripped.

"Aargh!" she cried, jerking her head to the side and breaking their deep kiss. "Oh, God! No! It hurts, Vince! Don't do it to me! Please, please . . . don't screw meee!"

The man was working Laurie like a puppet, without her having the slightest suspicion that he was pulling her strings and making her perform exactly as he wanted her to.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" he moaned, jerking the head of his rod from her, but remaining in the dominant position above her quivering, sweat-damp body. "I lost my head there for a minute, honey. I couldn't help it. Jesus, you really move me, baby! I'm getting hot, aren't you?"

"I-I-I..." she stammered.

"I keep forgetting about you just losing your virginity! I wish you weren't so sore. I know it sounds rotten, but if you could take it I'd fuck you right now and to hell with tomorrow! Damn, how I wish you'd lost your cherry last year, or even last week."

"I wish I had, too!" Laurie wailed, writhing with desire and speaking from her steaming cunt rather than her alcohol-dulled mind. "Because I'm hot, too, Vince! I am! God, I'm burning up! If I could take it, I'd let you right now and to hell with everything else!"

It was all Vince had been waiting for--Laurie's loss of control. Quickly he slid up her body and straddled her heaving chest, then leaned forward and aimed the sex-wetted head of his rod at her puffy, parted lips. Without a word, he pressed his sleek glans against her soft, trembling lips.

And with nothing more than a whimper of pleasureful surrender, Laurie shut her eyes and opened her mouth, letting him feed his cock into it and laving every inch he gave her with her eager tongue. Having his prick in her mouth gave her a tremendous thrill. Beyond thinking, she threw morals and caution to the wind and flung her arms around his hips. She grasped the hairy cheeks of his rump and sucked his cock rapaciously, causing her cheeks to draw in and quiver.

"That's it, Laurie," he encouraged. "Suck it, baby. It's good, isn't it?"

Laurie moaned and went right on sucking when he started thrusting his hips and fucking four inches of his dick in and out of her mouth, just as if it were a pussy.

It is good! she thought fuzzily. So good! It excites me to suck it! I know it's dirty and perverted, but I don't care! I like it! I even liked it when the rapist made me do it! Tom likes his dong sucked! Vince does, too! Tom came in Sue's mouth! Ohhhh . . . will Vince want to come in my mouth? He can't screw me . . . I'm too sore!

Without warning, Vince pulled his dong from Laurie's sucking mouth and kissed her before she could say or do anything. She accepted his tongue and sucked it eagerly, but it wasn't half as tasty or thrilling as his dick. The bed was rolling while he repositioned himself and held the soul kiss; then Laurie felt his hand caressing her tits and she moaned into his mouth, pushing them against his hand. The tongue-sucking kiss went on and on, with Vince tweaking her tumid nipples and driving Laurie out of her mind. When she felt his hand stroke down her belly and dart between her legs, she tried to swallow his tongue and hunched her sopping pussy up for his hand to do with as it would. She was ready for anything he wanted to give her or have her do.

"Fuck me!" she croaked, shuddering with pleasure as he massaged her crotch from clit to anus.

"It'll hurt you too much," he cautioned.

"I don't care, Vince! Let it hurt! I'm on fire!"

Vince swung atop the breathless teen-ager and rammed his cock into her to the hilt, making her scream and buck up with pain. Then he withdrew it and said, "You can't take it, can you, honey?"

"Nooo! Oh, goddamn! I can't!"

"You need relief, though, don't you?"

"Yessss!"

"So do I, baby, but I'm not the kind of bastard to screw a sweet girl who's all raw from losing her virginity. Turn around, Laurie. Get on top of me. We'll suck each other off."

The lewd act he suggested didn't phase Laurie. She was lost in raging lust, every nerve in her feverish body screaming for orgasmic relief and making her willing to do anything to get it. When Vince lay back and started her in motion by tugging her arm, she kept right on moving 'til he'd helped her into position atop him, with her pussy pressed to his wonderful mouth and her head hovering over his loins.

"Lick it, baby. Pretend it's an ice cream cone," Laurie heard him say, and she extended her tongue and licked his hot, salty-tasting cockhead again and again.

"Vince! Oh, Vince! Darling!" she sobbed, when she felt his lips forming around her nerve-rich button and sucking it out from her body. He drew her clitoris into his mouth and began scrubbing it with his scratchy tongue, and Laurie threw back her head and heaved a guttural groan.

A tremor racked her body, then another, which was followed by a burst of red-hot pleasure in her loins. Her vagina fluttered. Her anus winked. Then a mind-numbing convulsion gripped her entire sexual region and she shuddered with ecstasy, crying out shrilly, "COMING . . . OHHHH . . .

OH, GOD . . . AHHHH . . . COMING, COMING!!!"

Vince sucked her through the peak of her explosive climax, then licked her twitching snatch as the moaning girl savored the final weak spasms of her mouth-induced come. "Was it good, baby?" he asked.

"Yesss," Laurie sighed. "Oh, yes!"

"I thought you'd like it. Are you ready to sixty-nine now?"

Laurie knew what he meant, even though she'd never done it, and she was willing enough but her pussy was much too sensitive to take any more of his eager sucking right then. "Could we wait a little while,. Vince?"

"You're not going to back out on me, are you, Laurie? You wouldn't leave me hurting, would you, baby?"

"Oh, no, Vince!" the misguided girl exclaimed, grateful that he'd only sucked her instead of screwing her. "I'll suck you off. I want to know. I saw Sue do it for Tom."

"Did you now?"

"Yes, and he liked it a lot, so I want to learn how to do it and be able to please him. Oh, my God . . . Sue! I forgot all about Sue!"

"Don't worry about her," Vince said. "She'll be along any second now, and nothing would make her more jealous than to see you sucking my peter when she walks in. Why don't you kneel down here on the floor, Laurie? I'll sit on the edge of the bed so I can watch while you go down on me. I'll teach you how to do it like a pro. Then when you blow Tom, you can really turn him on."

The sex words Vince was using didn't offend Laurie, and for some reason she felt like using a few on her own. "You're gonna teach me to be a cocksucker, are you?" she asked, hopping off the bed and standing beside it.

Vince blinked, then grinned and sat up, swinging his legs over the side and spreading them wide. He took his dick in his hand and motioned Laurie forward. "I didn't think you'd put it quite that bluntly, hot lips, but yeah, I'm gonna teach you how to suck cock so well that you could make a living at it, if you were so inclined."

"I don't intend to go that far," Laurie said, falling to her knees and licking the bulging head of his rampant rod, "but I want to do it as good as any whore when Tom wants me to blow him."

Vince laughed at a private thought, then said, "Get your hot mouth on it, honey. You can't talk it off; you have to suck it to get your reward."

The filthy way they were talking only spurred the tipsy Laurie on. She felt deliciously sensual and wanted to wallow in her new sexual freedom. Remembering what Sue had said after sucking Tom all the way, Laurie licked her lips and asked saucily, "And what might my reward be, Vince ... a big drink of your hot jizz?"

"You goddamn right, baby. I'll squirt it right down your pretty throat."

Laurie reeled with sensuality. For a second, she thought she was going to have another orgasm just from their conversation. She knew now what they meant by, "nasty but nice." When she lowered her head and took Vince's penis in her mouth this time, she knew exactly what she was doing. Her desire to suck it overrode all her former inhibitions. She thought of it as a cock, not just a thing as a little girl would, and his cock tasted good, and godawful thrilling. She bobbed her head faster and faster, her lips clinging to the thick shaft, and tiny sobs of bliss bursting from her nostrils.

"Here it comes, baby!" Vince warned. "Get ready for your reward!"

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Laurie chanted, her head fairly flying and her cheeks molded inward around the sweet cock.

She felt the swollen glans enlarging as the whole delicious hunk of man-meat began twitching and jerking. Then a mass of hot cum gushed geyserlike from the tiny slit at the very tip and washed over Laurie's ever-moving tongue on its way down her strained, swanlike throat.

"Ung, ung, ung," Vince groaned, his cock pumping sperm rhythmically into Laurie's willing mouth.

Not for a fraction of a second did the lust-crazed girl think of pulling her mouth away. She was having her first taste of the basic life-stuff itself, and the pungent flavor was indescribably delicious to her discerning taste buds. She whimpered and sobbed through her dilated nostrils, sucking abandonedly, drinking the hot semen as fast as the throbbing prick could spew it out. Her excitement knew no bounds. She drank his thick cream greedily and kept right on sucking when his inner reservoir ran dry. Even when his peter went limp in her mouth, she was reluctant to let it go.

Vince pushed her head away and laughed when she emitted a whimper-like sob and licked her spermy lips. He picked up the nearly delirious girl and put her on the bed, then ate her juicy, wholesome young cunt 'til she swooned with ecstasy.

"Oh, my God!" Laurie gasped, sitting bolt upright in bed. It was morning, and she was still in Vince's room, a fact which made her very uneasy as soon as she discovered it. "Vince! Vince!" she called, but there was no answer.

Realizing she was alone, Laurie groaned and flopped back down. At first she couldn't remember how she'd come to be in her boss' bed, naked as a jaybird, and she was horrified. Little by little the events of the previous night filtered into her conscious mind, and she began to smile and stretch luxuriously. Her mind kept nothing from her. Laurie recalled in detail the things Vince had taught her and the fantastic pleasure he had given her.

To her utter amazement, Laurie didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. Her satisfied body glowed with a sense of well-being. She was grateful to Vince for his patience and kindness, and even more grateful to him for not losing control of himself and fucking her, even when she would have let him despite the pain he'd caused her by penetrating her that one time.

They had only sucked each other. It had been great, a real blast, and Laurie couldn't for the life of her see how it had hurt anyone, least of all herself and kind, sweet Vince. Of course, they wouldn't do it again, but she was glad Vince had brought her to his room and shown her how really beautiful oral lovemaking could be.

"If this had happened to me a month ago, I'd be crying my eyes out right now," Laurie said aloud as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She laughed. "How stupid and naive I was! Oh, Vince, thank you . . . thank you so much for showing me that oral sex isn't dirty and perverted.

I'll never think that way again!"

The door swung open and Sue entered the room disheveled and hung-over after having spent the night in Tom's room. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Sue snapped.

"I slept here last night," Laurie snapped back reflexively. "Where did you sleep?"

"Where I slept is none of your business, you little slut! Where the fuck is my husband?"

"How the hell would I know?"

"You slept with him, didn't you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Laurie taunted.

"You're fired!" Sue yelled. "Get out! Pack your things! See me after breakfast and I'll pay you off!"

"Stick it up your bitchy ass," Laurie hissed, her hatred of the woman causing her to descend to her level. With Sue screaming obscenities, Laurie jammed her feet into her slippers and put on her robe, stamping from the room with her nightgown and panties under her arm.

Even though she didn't see Tom at breakfast (one of the other boys said he was sick and planned to spend the day in bed) everything else fell right into place for Laurie. While his sullen wife sat by sipping coffee and tomato juice, Vince informed Laurie that she definitely wasn't fired.

Later, while Vince signed the checks for the whole group, Sue took Laurie aside and warned, "You stay away from my husband or I'll scratch your eyes out!"

"Stay away from Tom or sharpen your claws," Laurie told her. "Two can play your game, you know."

"You stupid little girl," Sue said. "I almost feel sorry for you."

"I don't need your sympathy, Mrs. Caldwell."

"Don't you? All right, if it's a deal you want, you've got it. Your boy friend's not all that hot in the sack anyway. I return him to you with my blessings."

"And I give you back your husband."

"You never had him, honey," Sue said, almost sadly.

"Look, Sue . . . "

"Can't we be friends? No hard feelings? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"I guess it is," Laurie admitted.

"Sure," Sue muttered. "Why not? Why should a piece of the cheese try to bite the little mouse when the big trap is already set?"

"What?"

"Nothing," Sue said. "Good luck, kid. You'll need it."

What a strange woman, Laurie thought as she watched Sue Caldwell turn and walk away. She doesn't make a bit of sense sometimes. Not that it matters now. Vince was right. It worked. Oh, I could kiss him!

Radiating warmth and charm, Laurie worked like a beaver all morning, and few of the people she got to talk to, whether man or woman, could resist buying at least one magazine subscription from her. She was bright and cheerful, bubbling over with life, and the people she talked to couldn't help being caught up in her mood.

Vince brought her lunch and checked the contracts from her morning sales while she ate it on the bus. "I think you've set an all-time record for one morning's selling, Laurie," he said with a grin, after he'd totaled her sales and given a whistle. "You haven't been pulling a gun on them, have you, baby?"

"Silly," Laurie laughed. "Of course not. Ask then when you verify the contracts. See if you can get a one of them to cancel."

He sat down in the seat beside her and patted her bare knee. "Keep it up, honey. You're doing great."

Laurie was a little surprised when he ran his hand under her skirt, but she didn't say anything until he'd given her pussy a quick feel. "I intend to keep up the sales, Vince, but not this," she said softly, pushing his hand away slowly and smiling almost shyly. "I'm very grateful to you for what you've done, and I want to be friends with you. You're a kind, sweet man . . . but I love Tom."

"Sure, honey, I understand how it is," Vince said, and he gave her knee an innocent pat before he lit a cigarette and said, "By the way, I looked in on Tom. He isn't sick. Sue kept him up all night and screwed him down, I suppose. He asked about you. I think everything is going to be all right."

"I'm glad," Laurie sighed. "Oh, I'm so glad."

"Yeah," Vince said; then he laughed. "Sue really gave me hell over catching you in our bed, but she promised to stay away from Tom if I'd stay away from you. It looks like things are working out the way we planned after all."

"The way you planned," Laurie corrected. "Oh, Vince, how will I ever be able to thank you enough?"

"I'll think of something," he said with a mischievous wink. "To start with, get your sweet ass back out there and sell for all you're worth. Don't miss a single house."

"Yes, sir!" Laurie snapped; then she laughed and kissed Vince on the forehead.

Laurie did sell for all she was worth, and her afternoon sales were soaring higher than the record she'd set that morning. She was one happy girl. Tom had asked about her. He still loved her, despite the unprovable rape, which she was willing to forget or report to the police, whichever Tom wanted her to do. The world was her oyster and she had it in her pocket.

Until three o'clock, when a door at which she'd knocked swung open to reveal a face that looked hauntingly familiar to her, with a man's muscular, naked body below it, with eight inches of hard, wet cock protruding from his loins, with a man and woman beyond him, lying on a bare mattress in a draped but otherwise unfurnished room, oblivious to everything but the frantic sixty-nine in which they were engaged. It was like opening the door on a recurring nightmare, one that became more intensely obscene each time she had it. Laurie felt her knees giving way and her heart thumping wildly. She whimpered and shut her eyes.