Chapter 3
After Mel drove away, Shan had another drink alone, took a hot shower, then ate the remainder of a frozen TV dinner left over from the night before. Food was getting to be a problem for her. Either she couldn't afford to eat well, or never had the time to prepare it right. Rush, rush, rush, that was her routine.
She felt tense, despite the two orgasms she had enjoyed with Mel.
She sat on the edge of her bed in just a shorty gown, and wondered what she needed. What was missing from her life? Romance? A number of men wanted to marry her, most for the wrong reasons. Sex? She had all she could handle, from Mel and a few others. No, there was something else.
Shan admired her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. You're some knock-out, honey. Really you are. You have breasts that no woman in the world would be ashamed of. A flat belly. Thighs that make a man go misty-eyed, legs that would give a monk a hard-on. You have it all!
She closed her eyes and relived again the fuck session with Mel. For a man who made his living sitting down, he was in terrific shape. Just remembering the way he had fucked her body made her break out in a light sweat. Mel had the kind of staying power that most men just yearned for. She thought that he might have been good for two or three more fuck sessions if she had poured on the yielding-nice-girl bit.
Still, he'd been just a conquest. He'd been great in bed, but the weeks of waiting, of setting him up so that the tryst itself seemed his idea, were over.
She'd broken him to her wishes. The anticipation was over. They might still make frequent love together, but the initial thrill was gone. Vanished.
This happened almost every time Shan found someone she liked. She would play it cool, entice him with smiles and veiled promises, make him think she was naive and inexperienced. He would fall for her, and she would gobble him up-figuratively. Then she would lose interest in him. Like that. Oh, she wouldn't drop him all at once. A man had feelings, too. She would let him down easy. Months or years from now, they might even have a fuck together, for old times' sake.
Once, she'd been concerned about her predatory nature. She had gone to a psychiatrist. He'd taken some notes, asked her about her relationship with her mother, then requested that she come in for another visit. She hadn't gone back. And she no longer worried. If this was the way she was, then this was the way she was.
Would she lose interest in Mel as a sex object? She feared so. He was handsome and virile, but otherwise no more a challenge than the others. He'd loved her long, loved her well, but he was prey to the same limitations afflicting any man: he was human.
Shan tried to force herself to stop thinking about Mel Martin. Instead, she began thinking about a young man whom she had met at the last party. He'd given her his number. It was somewhere in her handbag. She went to find it. She hated the idea of sitting alone. At half-past seven, there was time for almost anything.
She found the number and mused at it, cigarette in hand, undecided about calling. The young man probably had a date already. Or maybe he didn't care for her now. Men were so flighty-on one day, off the next. But he had been well-hung: seven inches of hard cock or better. He had told her as much. She loved big pricks.
Shan shrugged and began dialing. What did she have to lose? She waited. Her cunt was getting wet as she pictured a blond, muscular young man with a thick cock all primed and ready to fuck her. She saw the young man smile and gesture at his prick. He wanted to use it on her, he indicated. Would she let him?
She would, she smiled back. She would even let him fuck her twice. Or three times.
The phone rang. Once, twice, three times. She was on the verge of hanging up when she heard someone pick it up. "Lee?"
"Yes, this is Lee. Who's calling?"
"Shan. Shan Hartgrave. Do you remember me?"
Lee Scanlon laughed. "Remember you? Hell, how could I forget you!" He sobered. "But I didn't think you'd ever call me. Or are you after the time and the weather?"
"I'm after you" she assured him. "I'm here in the apartment alone and I'm hot, wet and excited. Can you come over? Or do I have to come over there?"
"Give me ten minutes, love," Lee said. "My car's on the out, but I can bum one. You're in Chantilly Arms, aren't you?"
"Right." She was delighted that he remembered. "Fifth floor. You can take the service elevator if you like. Knock just once."
Scanlon hesitated. "You have liquid refreshments, I hope? Or shall I bring my own?"
She laughed. "I have a stock that should last us the night. Mostly Scotch."
"I'm on my way." Lee hung up.
Shan replaced the phone on the stand. She lay back on the bed and sighed with pleasure. In a few minutes ... she could feel the secretions flowing from her cunt.
Lee Scanlon's wife sat, watching him, a bitter expression on her face. Scanlon tossed away the towel and reached for a fresh shirt, humming a tune that he had come away with at the last party. He caught Dory's eye and smiled. Dory was noticeably pregnant. Like, six months or better. He'd forgotten the exact number. He scowled at her. "Think I enjoy going over there?"
She reproached him with a look. "You don't have to go. It's not a regular party. She won't pay."
"Pay, smay," he retorted. "She's one of Laurens' biggest girls. Maybe the biggest. I think she helped him set up. We can't afford to make her angry. I might not get any more calls. Then where would we be? Out the three hundred a week, that's what. Don't worry. I'll ball her silly, but I won't let her think she owns me." He winked. "You're still the one. Another couple of thousand or so, and we'll quit it. I promise."
"I don't like it, Lee." Dory stabbed the air with her cigarette. She was a pretty redhead who had once had a nice figure. "I don't like it."
"Damn it, Doris, get off my back!" Lee flared. "The money's coming in, isn't it? And we have almost five thousand saved, haven't we?"
"Yes, but...."
"Then what's the beef?"
She groped for the words. "You're hiring yourself out at stud like a-a beach bum or something."
"I'm having fun at their expense until the baby gets here," he corrected. "Those stupes think I really like their way of life. I don't. I think it stinks. But what the hell, the money's great. It's tax-free, too." He slipped the wedding ring from his hand. "Here, take this."
Dory accepted the ring, tucking it under a lamp base on top of the television set. "So I have to sit here alone while you're out having your fun," she sulked. "It isn't fair."
Scanlon laughed. "Nothing's fair, hon. Find yourself a nice program." He found his coat, pecked her on the cheek, then went out the door.
When Shan heard a soft, tentative knock on her door, she rose from the divan and went to open it. A casually dressed Lee Scanlon stood there. "Hello, baby," he grinned, keen eyes taking in her tanned legs and the outline of her body through the negligee.
"Come in," she invited. "It's good to see you."
Lee came inside, smiling faintly. He wore slacks and coat, but no tie.
"Can I take that?"
He tugged off the sports jacket and surrendered it to her, as though he intended staying a long time.
As she hung it up, she felt his gaze boring into her back. She turned around to find him appraising her, the way any stud would appraise a client. She found the look annoying. "Would you like a drink?"
"Please."
Shan opened the side-door to her roll-about bar, revealing a row of drinks, all carefully mixed and ready. She handed him one and took one for herself. They sat on the divan about a foot apart and drank in silence. This is totally unlike the parties, she thought. There it is all fun and fucking. Here ... She reached across and placed a hand on his trousered cock. She rubbed. He continued to drink. She continued to rub. His prick stiffened and began to rise. She smiled. "Would you like to fuck me, darling?"
Lee placed his drink carefully on the floor. His hands crept beneath the negligee and found her cunt. Through the thin barrier of her panties he began to palm her fleshy pussy, strong fingers delving into her moistness. Shan sighed and fumbled for the zipper on his trousers. Rather than ask him to rise so that she could free his cock, she merely loosened the top button. His pants fell open, revealing his dark-blond pubic hairs curling out from his shorts. She felt a thrill of conquest again. Lee's hand must have told him as much; his fingers encountered a new wetness.
Emboldened, Shan took hold of his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He wore green jockey shorts with a wide slit which allowed his prick to spring out. His cock was a large one, Shan estimated.
She went to her knees in front of him, wrapping her fingers around the base of his prick and applying her lips to the congested head. Her other hand gathered a palmful of his hairy scrotal sac.
Lee expelled a groan of pure pleasure as she tightened her mouth and her hands on his genitals. She sucked his prick until she felt dizzy with lust, until he was shoving his cock in and out of her mouth in rhythm with her moving mouth. She stopped. "Now eat my cunt."
His hands moved up and down the outsides of her legs. They went higher, to her hips, and he prepared to do her bidding. He pushed her back onto the divan and lowered his head, burying it in her cunt. Shan trembled with delight. Gently he kissed all around her pubic area, the inner sides of her legs, finally the lips of her cunt. He paused briefly, smelling the cologne with which she had doused her cunt. He licked her pussy, running his tongue between the two firm lips. Lee placed his mouth over her labia and began moving his tongue from side to side, literally fucking her cunt with his tongue. When she groaned encouragement, he crushed his face against her, imbedding his tongue deeper into her hairy snatch.
"That's it! If you stop doing that, Lee, I'll hate you!"
Still using his mouth on her cunt, he began to stroke her legs and hips, then her stomach. His hands moved higher and found her ripe, pointed breasts. He began to play with them. A nipple in each palm, he pinched them to hardness, to engorgement greater than she would have dreamed possible. She sobbed with pleasure. As his tongue stiffened and worked her clit more roughly, she brought her legs up and over his shoulders.
"Finish me now!" she begged.
Lee straddled her, positioning his cock at her vaginal entrance, then, leaning forward, his prick slid into her cunt. His chest touched her damp breasts and his mouth opened over hers. His tongue met a welcoming tongue. Shan's arms went around his neck. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his.
"Fuck me hard!" she gasped as he stopped to let her breathe.
He needed no instructions. With each fucking stroke, he sent his prick deep into her, pressing it against the upper neck of her sucking pussy. Her cunt worked with him, allowing easy entrance, drawing away, rising once more to receive another stroke. Finally they reached their orgasms. She cried out and pushed herself up to meet him one last time. They ended on the floor amid a tangle of arms and legs.