Chapter 6

On Tuesday morning, his day off, Mel Martin wasn't ready to leave the apartment until ten. He and Donna had slept late again, due to having stayed up so late. She was still in the kitchen, starting to prepare breakfast.

He went to stand in the doorway, rolling his collar up for the tie that he would wear this morning. "Don't fix anything for me," he said. "I have to make the oral part of the FAA exam in half an hour. They won't wait, that's what the testing supervisor said."

She placed the box of cereal back on a shelf. "Why don't you wait a few minutes more, then I'll drive you."

He shook his head, smiling. "Remember what I told you, hon. Wives don't mix with business. I have to be alone and on my own in this work."

Donna sighed. "How long will you be?"

"I don't know," he evaded, failing to meet her glance. "If I'm delayed, I'll call you."

Before she could ask any more questions, Martin gave her a dutiful peck on the cheek and hurried back to finish dressing. He wanted to look neat this morning, but it wasn't because of any FAA exam. He had a call to make, and it concerned neither his job nor his future.

After he had gotten into his Chevrolet and was driving across town, he began racking his brain for ways to approach the girls whom he was going to see now. College girls were too sharp to be taken in by bland talk of "parties" and "a good time." He could blow it if he wasn't careful.

He had met the girls singly, over the space of a month. They would come in for a flight demonstration, and he would routinely take their names and addresses. Three had stood out from the rest because they seemed more at ease with him. When Shan Hartgrave had mentioned the need for more girls, he had thought of these three first.

They had told him that they didn't have any classes on Tuesdays, so he figured that he could get there before they went out. When he reached the campus, he circled the field house twice before finding their street. As soon as he spotted it, he turned left and drove west until he saw their house number. The house was a typical student-rooming affair, large and slightly dilapidated. But an XKE roadster, a late model, was parked in front.

Mel pulled up behind the roadster, parked, then got out. As he went up the walk, he noticed a peace sign in the window of the door. He made a mental note not to mention the fact that he was a Vietnam veteran. He wasn't ashamed of it, just wanted to be careful.

Then he saw the curtain part and a familiar face peek out. The door opened a crack. "Hey, Mel, honey, come on in. You don't have to knock. Right, girls?"

There was loud laughter from at least two other girls. Mel smiled and walked in. The girl who had peeked out slid a bolt across the door. All the shades were drawn and he had to adjust his eyes momentarily. "How are you doing, Ellen?" he asked as his eyes swept over her shapely figure. Ellen's brown hair was long and straight and she had a pretty face. She wore blue, silk pajamas.

"We just got out of bed," she informed him, eyeing his coat and tie.

Surveying the room, he saw a girl lying on a lounge chair, and another girl stretched out on a mohair sofa. He recognized both of them.

"Mel, you remember Jan and Vicki, don't you?" Ellen inquired.

"Sure." He nodded at each of the girls. "How are you?"

Jan, a cute brunette with short, page-boy hair, raised up on her elbow on the lounge chair, smiling at him. "Hi, Mel. Say, we're out of cigarettes. The straight variety. Did you bring any?"

"Yes, I brought an extra pack," he said, digging them out of his pocket and tossing them over to her. "Keep them."

Vicki, a tall blonde with long, straight hair, got off the sofa and went over to the bed to get a cigarette. After extracting one, she tossed the pack to Ellen, who took one for herself.

Jan and Vicki, the visitor noted, were also wearing pajamas. All three girls were barefoot.

"You saved the day, Mel," Vicki said as she lit the cigarette. Her stare was bold and curious. "What brings you around so early?"

"I wanted to catch all three of you before you left," Mel said, pretending to be nonchalant. "I have a proposition to make."

"A proposition!" Jan exclaimed. She looked at the other girls. "You mean something we can make some money at?"

"Yes, quite a lot of money, if you'll cooperate," he replied. "But first, how about a cup of coffee?"

Ellen headed for the kitchen. "I already have the water on. It should be boiling by now."

He could hear her, after a minute, rattling cups and saucers.

"We don't have any cream or sugar," she called out.

"That's all right. I like it black," he answered. He fidgeted at the delay. If they turned him down....

After Ellen had given them each a cup of coffee, he sat down in an armchair to drink it. The girls gathered around to hear what he had to say. He groped for a starting point.

Vicki, her luscious body distracting him further, went to take a pill box off the dresser. She opened it and removed two large pills and put them in her mouth. She then passed the pill box to the other two girls. Mel frowned. He had suspected they smoked grass and possibly dropped LSD, but didn't think they popped pills.

"Want a couple of dex, Mel?" Ellen laughed.

"No, thanks," he declined. "I'm still flying, remember. Two highs make a mess on the pavement." He cleared his throat. "What are you girls doing Saturday night? Anything special?"

Jan looked at Vicki, who glanced at Ellen. "The usual," the latter shrugged. "Dates with guys we know. A little grass. Maybe a party or two. We could stand them up ... if we have to. Why?"

Mel moistened his lips. "I'm supposed to call this girl in Rosegarden Terrace. She knows these rich people who throw ... parties."

Jan arched her eyebrows. But her mouth curled up at the comers. "What kind of parties?"

Mel flushed. "You know. Sex parties. They like young girls to participate in them. You three, for instance. They guarantee anonymity, of course. Your names won't end up in the papers. What do you think?" His eyes swept around the circle of faces. "Are you interested? If you need money, here's your chance to make some-plenty. But with the kind of bread you'd make, you'd have to put on a good show."

He paused and let his invitation sink in.

The girls consulted together. "What do you think, El?" Vicki asked. "Is it any worse than what we've been doing for fun? And we do need the money. We're still behind with the rent, or have you forgotten?"

"And if I don't have some new clothes soon, I'll be banned from all my classes," Jan sighed, rolling her eyes.

"What would we have to do?" Ellen wanted to know.

Mel wasn't absolutely sure, having never been to any of the parties. "There'll be a few young studs there that you'll have to make it with," he suggested. "All handsome."

"Oral sex, too?" Vicki demanded.

He hesitated. "Yes, I'm sure of it."

"How about you, Mel?" Jan asked. "Will you be there, honey?"

He chuckled ruefully. "I've given my word."

"Hey, that's wild," Ellen exclaimed. "If Mel's coming, it must be all right."

"Well, are you interested, or aren't you?" Martin pursued. "I have to take an answer back."

The girls put their heads together for a minute, then nodded in agreement. "We'll come," Ellen promised. She took hold of his tie. "But if anything happens, Mel Martin...." She smiled. "I won't finish that."

Mel, relieved, straightened his tie. "You'll be okay. So I'll drop by about seven Saturday night and pick you up. Be ready." He remembered something else. "Oh, yes. Wear the sexiest stuff you have. No hippie garb. See if you can glamorize yourselves a little. Black nylons and all the rest.

Know what I mean?"

The girls agreed.

Mel finished his coffee in a single gulp, then started for the door.

Jan moved to block his way. "Can't you hang around awhile, Mel, baby?" she coaxed.

He smiled and shook his head. "I have to report in this morning even if there's no one waiting." It wasn't true. He had Tuesday mornings to do with as he pleased.

Jan threw her arms around his neck and gave him a wet kiss on the mouth as she thrust her firm breasts against his chest. "See, girls," she crowed, winking at the other two. "He isn't all business."

Mel laughed and pulled free of her. "Save that for Saturday night, please. I'll see you then. Good-bye, girls."

He hurried to his car, obsessed with one thought. He couldn't wait until tomorrow to call Shan. She was in his blood. She had him hooked on her charms. He had to see her now, even if it meant being fired.

As he turned on the ignition, he smiled at how easy it had been to talk the three girls into the party arrangement. If he continued to round up new recruits this easily ... Christ! He'd soon be rich! Propositioning Ellen, Jan, and Vicki had been a calculated risk, a long shot. The risk had paid off.

Now he would please Shan. She would know that he was valuable to her. She would know.

As he headed toward Rosegarden Terrace, he began thinking about how Shan affected him. We're going to be fucking together, baby! You and me! Within a few minutes!

At Shan's apartment, while Mel was on his way there, Roxie was standing in the kitchen, greasing a fry pan. Shan was sitting on the divan in the living room, head in her hands.

"How do you want your eggs, honey?" Roxie called through the open doorway.

"Soft, but I doubt if I can hold them down," Shan groaned. "Thanks for coming over. You're a dear." She winced as the spasms in her head intensified. "What a hangover. I swear I'll never drink again."

Roxie laughed. "Says you." She cracked four eggs into the pan and put some bacon to sizzling in another pan. "You'll feel better when you get something on your stomach," she said.

She filled a small glass with tomato juice and added a few drops of Worcestershire sauce, giving it a stir. Then she took it into the living room and handed it to her friend. "Here, drink this down. It'll help straighten you out. Works every time."

Shan took the glass with a shaky hand and drank the concoction slowly. She made a face when she finished, but she didn't throw up. "Bring in the paper, will you, darling? It's just outside the door."

"Sure." Roxie went to the hall door and opened it. She bent over to pick up the paper. Then she noticed she was staring at two feet. She looked up quickly and discovered the feet's owner, a tall, handsome man. Roxie gasped.

"Excuse me," the man apologized, smiling. "I must have the wrong, apartment."

"Is that you, Mel?" Shan called out, recognizing his voice.

"Yes. Can I come in?"

"Just try to get away," Roxie laughed, scooping up the paper and ushering in the new arrival.

Mel came in. He spied Shan who was slumped in a chair. His smile vanished. "What is it? The Tuesday blahs?" Understanding suddenly dawned. "Oh, I get it. Too many tall, cool ones."

Shan nodded bleakly. "Right. I had a God-awful night." She indicated her friend. "Mel, this is Roxie. She lives down the hall."

The younger girl smiled enthusiastically. She seemed to find Mel interesting. "Hi, Mel."

"Glad to meet you," he nodded, examining her with the same interest. He turned to Shan. "I wanted to let you know about that, uh, deal you asked me about."

Shan laughed. "You can tell me in front of Roxie. She knows about everything. As a matter-of-fact, she'll be with us Saturday."

Mel appeared relieved. "Is that so? I'm happy to hear it. Anyway, I went to check with those three girls this morning. The ones I was telling you about. They're all for it. I told them the next one would be Saturday night."

Shan beamed happily. "That's terrif, Mel! That takes a load off my mind. As soon as I have breakfast, I'll call Hugh and Jennifer and let them know how many people we've found." She looked back at him. "Are you sure we can count on these girls?"

Mel spread his hands. "They're good kids. They know exactly what to do."

After breakfast, Roxie took the dirty dishes into the kitchen and put them in the sink. Shan lit a cigarette and picked up the phone. Mel sat back to watch. And listen.

"Hello, Hugh, this is Shan. Is the party still on for Saturday night? Good. Yes, I have three college girls lined up. Lee's fetching another girl. And wait till you see the new boy I'm bringing." Shan winked at Mel. "He's here with me now."

"Don't give him my name," Mel hissed. He still wasn't sure Laurens liked the idea of his coming. After he arrived, of course, it wouldn't matter.

Shan inclined her head in understanding. "Yes, they understand what's expected of them. Can we make it a little before eight? Sure. You can leave all the details to me. 'Bye, sweet." She hung up and blew Mel a kiss. "It's on. And you're in."

He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes, glancing at Roxie. "Isn't there anything we can do to celebrate? Short of drinking, I mean."

The other girl took the hint. She looked up at a wall clock and smiled. "I need to be going, kids. Honest. I have an appointment with my hairdresser. Will you excuse me?"

Shan eyed her friend's flawless hair style, then chuckled. "You're excused, honey. See you later."

Mel waited until Roxie had left before going over to the divan. He sat down and took Shan in his arms. "I could have waited until tomorrow to call you, like we planned. But I had to drive this way, anyway, and ... well, I got this urge to see you." He pressed his lips to hers and felt her catch fire.

Shan took a deep breath and expelled it. The hangover was much better now. Maybe, she thought in amusement, Mel is great for hangovers. "I'm glad you did. I was thinking about you, too."

He ran his hands up along her back under the blouse and unsnapped her bra.

She sighed in pleasure. "Are you always so impetuous this early in the day? I thought you were a night lover."

"Not usually. You make me this way."

She squeezed the huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. "And you make me this way, too," she whispered. "Shall we get undressed?"

Mel stood up and got out of his clothes while she unzipped her skirt. He finished before she did, and he reached out to help her. While she was removing her blouse and bra, he relieved her of her panties.

They knelt on the divan, facing each other, and for a moment they admired each other's bodies.

Without taking her eyes off his face, Shan ran a cool hand down his stomach. She tightened the hand around his prick until the head swelled. Then slowly she lowered her head until her lips covered the tip of his cock. Mel moaned. Her hair fell over her face and covered his midsection. She began to suck voraciously on his prick.

Mel placed his hand behind her neck, his fingers pressing and kneading the soft flesh. He was thinking how different Shan's mouth felt on his prick in comparison to the way his wife went about sucking his cock. Donna actually seemed afraid to suck his prick.

Shan reached beneath him and took his balls in her hand. Her head began to bob up and down, each thrust taking a little more of his pulsating cock into her mouth. She was wholly absorbed in the task.

Mel felt a warm wetness stealing down his thighs. For a moment he relished the wantonness of her cocksacking act. Then he slid a hand down her back and along her buttocks until he reached her cunt. It wasn't fair to receive all the head; he wanted to give a little, too.

He inserted a finger in her squishy pussy and moved it around, withdrawing it after a minute. "Do you mind, baby?"

She raised her head and allowed him to shift position. Martin spread her legs open and buried his face between them. He began to eat her pussy hungrily.

Shan wriggled in excitement, then she adjusted her mouth over his hardness again.

As Mel bore down, her thighs tightened around his head. He could feel her teeth scraping his shaft and tighten at the base of his cock. He could no longer hold out, so he let go and came in her mouth. After he had finished, he noticed that she hadn't stopped sucking his prick. She was blowing him with a feverish pace. He tried to pull his wet prick away from her, but she wouldn't let go of his slimy organ.

A strange thing was happening to him that he had never experienced before. His cock was starting to harden again, even more than the first time.

His mouth and tongue were still trying to pry her moist cunt open. He was trying to put his whole head inside her pussy. Then he felt her entire body shake and a low groan escaped her throat. Shan's legs tightened like a vise around his head. She orgasmed, her juices flowing freely into his sucking mouth.

He had trouble holding her on the divan. A sharp pain hit his testicles, then subsided. He felt her hands squeezing the last drops of semen from his prick. When she pulled her mouth away, her head fell on his leg in exhaustion. She was gasping for breath.

Mel wanted to remain there for the day, but he realized that Donna would be waiting for him. Besides, he knew that in the state he was in now, he doubted that he could fulfill Shan's wanton needs.