Chapter 4
Jack helped Nancy from the car. He supported her elbow like the gentlemen of old. The drive had been long and tiring, and the last hour had been full of bumpy roads, making her stomach rock with sickness.
The sky was dark with threatening clouds, and Nancy guessed that the gathering rain storm was making her depressed. All this travel had never appealed much to her, and she was determined to avoid future trips. She would gladly spend the extra time alone, just so she could avoid the terrifying feeling of not knowing where she would wake up.
"Feeling better now?" Jack smiled at Nancy and steered her into the street.
"A little."
She smoothed her long hair back and caught her pale reflection in a large glass door. She looked like shit.
He steadied Nancy again, as her knees almost gave way and they headed to the coffee shop for a restful ice cream soda.
Inside the cool confines of the coffee shop, the talk was subdued. Most of the customers were persons waiting for their rooms to be ready, and they were fresh and eager to get going, in marked contrast to Nancy, who felt completely washed out and ready for the sack. But even though she felt sick, and looked paler than usual, her youthful beauty made itself known.
A few men turned to watch her wiggle into her seat and cast lusty glances her way. He ignored them, too tired to even bother with the little games she generally played with other men.
Jack was very aware of the goings on. As always, he knew everything that went on around him. There was nothing that escaped him. Especially when it had to do with protecting his property.
They ordered and waited silently while the waiter made their sodas. That just ended tip had been long and successful. It seemed that Jack was never unsuccessful in his ventures, and although Nancy still had little idea of how his business worked, she knew that he kept company with some pretty important people.
This trip had taken them to Washington, D.C. where they had stayed in a large plush hotel. Jack was busy in meetings most of the days, and Nancy had been left with a young boy, hired expressly to show her around. Nancy followed his tour, watching the crowded streets and bustling shops. Somehow everything seemed very unreal. She wished she had the nerve to ask for a fuck. It was as if she were in a dream, and she would only wake up when she returned to the penthouse. Being with the boy reminded her too much of her own youth.
Nights, when Jack came back to the hotel, Nancy greeted him ecstatically, pressing him for information about when they could return to New York. He never answered.
The last night, after Jack announced that they would be leaving the next day, there was a big party across town to celebrate the closing of a major deal. When Nancy asked if she could go, she was told she could if she dressed up in a way to pass for at least eighteen.
The party had been loud and flashy. When Nancy arrived, dressed in a clinging, low cut long sweater, her neck covered in gold charms, a hush fell over the guests. Jack smiled proudly and everyone relaxed and joked. The volume of noise picked up again. He held her hand tightly in his fist, as if she might be taken.
Nancy wished she hadn't come. The party was really loud and with groups of middle aged men and slim older women dancing and drinking. She looked around and knew she didn't belong there. Everyone seemed bent on making everyone else, as they downed drink after drink.
Drinks were pressed into their hands, and Jack proposed a toast to Nancy. She accepted and tipped her glass, feeling the strong liquid scorch her throat. She hated booze, but had to act grown-up. All around them, the corwd seemed to be closing in, with men yelling and passing appreciative glances at Nancy. She felt their eyes taking off her dress and wanted to run before she died of shame. If left to her own devices, she might just scream at them all to come on and fuck her. But Jack wouldn't like that. He wouldn't like that at all.
Nancy was introduced to the men as they came up to say hello. She nodded politely, keeping her mouth shut and her eyes lowered.
There was something gruesome about the gathering that she couldn't quite understand, and she cocked an ear, hoping that the tone of the conversation would give her a clue.
Men spoke in hushed voices, draping their arms around their friends, like they were passing state secrets. Nancy was unable to make out anything, and only caught snatches of sentences in passing. She began wandering around, following Jack as he drifted.
The men seemed to never talk directly to the women, just to smile and pass their guarded information on to other men. All the women in the room seemed to have the same status as Nancy, pretty and nothing more. That realization made Nancy all the more anxious to get the hell out of there.
Nancy excused herself from Jack and walked up to the bar. She had spotted a pair of important-looking men, engrossed in conversation and wanted badly to overhear it and show she could have something worthwhile to say. The men seemed ignorant of her presence and continued to talk, deeply and quietly.
The men chuckled over the talk and walked off, still engaged in it. Nancy had managed to at least confirm her suspicions that Jack was somehow tied up with the government. The exact nature of his dealings still escaped her, but she was sure that they were pretty big.
Later, as the party was breaking up, Jack and Nancy wandered outside the house, into the expensive rose garden. A few couples were wandering through as well, and Jack steered Nancy away from the other people. Down a long winding path, they came across a well shrubbed clearing. High above them, the moon and stars cast a strong light, illuminating their figures and making the shadows ghostly in the night.
Jack had his arm around Nancy's waist and was steering her gently. She had long since become used to his touch. Ever since the first session of lovemaking, she had come to expect his body to cover hers whenever the mood struck him. Which was often.
She always came across, realizing that as he had said, to refuse would be a mistake. And she was always glad that she did. At least, so far, because it had been fun.
They walked a bit further, coming to a place where the lawn ended and a long line of tall trees waved in the cool night air. The moon made the scene appear fairy-like and Jack and Nancy stepped into another world. Their trail was soon swallowed up behind them as they progressed to the center of the clearing.
Then Jack ordered Nancy to lie down, and she did as she was told. Jack was standing above her too, his body stretching and flexing as he started to undress. Nancy watched him, her eyes growing large with passion. She was used to seeing his body come down over her, demanding sexual gratification.
In a flash he was naked, his skin shining in the moonlight, and he knelt next to her.
"Now you get undressed, my child. Then we'll make love in the moonlight. It's terrific."
Nancy obeyed again and began to strip. Her hands went to the zipper along the back of her long dress. She slipped it down, and the dress parted, revealing a wonderful expanse of skin. Her breasts were covered by a push-up bra, tilting them up and outward.
They pointed sky-high above her body as she pulled them from her dress. Then she was naked except for her bra and panties.
Jack fell on her, reaching for her bra straps. He forced them down over her shoulders and licked the marks that they had left. Nancy closed her eyes and feeling his tongue begin to draw small circles of heat on her tender flesh, she sighed.
She had learned to love the feel of his harsh mouth as it made her skin come alive. Soon it was tingling all over and red marks were left from his mouth as it trailed down her arms. Nancy's bra was still hooked up, and she reached behind her back to undo the clasp.
Her tits fell free. The rosy tipped mounds slumped against her chest as she once again lay back, waiting for her master's hands.
Jack was still on his knees, watching her hot body in the clear moonlight, letting the sight of her fill him with a growing passion, and waiting until his prick reacted hotly to the sight.
He didn't have to wait long. Soon there was a tugging at his groin, and his cock was filling with heated blood, making it swell and expand, to full fighting power. In a moment it was hard and rigid towering out from his crotch like a steel pole, quivering in the night breeze.
Nancy threw him a kiss and beckoned to him. Her own body was beginning to feel a surge of excitement that she couldn't deny. Even though Jack's age might have been repulsive to some girls, Nancy had always been fairly treated by the old guy, and she knew that this night, would be no different.
The moonlight had turned everything into a wet dream. All around them, the leaves waved in the breeze and ghostly shadows followed their every movement. The couple lay quietly, almost enchanted by the magic quality of the night.
It seemed to draw them into a strange new fantasy where they would be free to express their perverse desires without shame, free to fulfill their strangest sexual fantasies right out in the open.
Jack worked his hands down his body and let them find his hard tool. He pumped it and then laughed.
"I won't waste it on jerking off darling. Don't worry. I'll give it all to you."
Then he was on top of her, his hands pulling away her panties, tossing them away into the grass. Nancy was naked and shivered slightly as a soft wind rippled over her nakedness. He pussy hairs fluttered as the breeze carried through them.
Her arms surrounded Jack's back as he crawled onto her body. Carefully, he put his knees in the cool earth, on either side of her body. Then he lowered his body until the madness of his dick shook just over her tight stomach.
Nancy pulled down slightly, wanting his cock to slam into her hole and begin the glorious fuck. But Jack held back, still shaking above her, a sly smile working on his lips. Then he returned to his kneeling stance.
"Don't you want to fuck me?"
Nancy asked like the little girl she was, knowing that her sweet voice would gather a response.
"Oh, I will, I will. Turn over."
His voice was sharp. Lust seemed to drip from his cock as he watched sexy Nancy turn around.
Her ass was waving high in the air and she had a hunch about what was coming. In another moment she could feel his big cock slamming against her rear end, screwing viciously into her rectal canal. Nancy thought back to the first fuck, and the memory of the sharp pain that filled her as Jack's hard pole was stuck into her tight anal opening, made her shake with fear. She had never heard of it before he did it to her.
Jack moved forward, digging his hands along her hips. His cock swung dangerously from his groin, threatening to lunge deep in her ass before she was ready. Nancy tensed and then relaxed as she remembered that she could only cope with the cock in a relaxed condition.
Jack worked his way right up behind her, his hard cock nestling into the outer rim of her crack. Then he dug a finger down beneath her round cheeks and lodged it in her cunt. Now he scooped out some of her slippery cream and spread it on his hard prick. He cleaned out still more juice from her frontal opening and slapped it into her ass-hole. Nancy was relieved to feel the slimy fluid coat hear anal cavity. Without it, she knew the penetration of his ramrod would no doubt kill her.
Once the stuff had seeped down into her interior, she felt Jack shifting his position slightly. His hands rested on the small of her back and his cock began nudging the inner ring of flesh that marked the true entrance to her rectum.
Her tits hung low against the grass that her body had mashed down. The sensation was unlike any she had ever felt before. Her nipples grew stiff and fat and the grass tickled along her flesh as if to scratch her into an orgasm.
Behind her she felt the man sliding the head of his huge rammer about between the spread cheeks. She wanted to clamp her ass cheeks tightly around the pole, to trap it in her hole and jerk along the length until she came a gusher.
At the same time she needed to feel the fullness of a hard cock deep inside her cunt. The two entrances both deserved attention, and Nancy couldn't possibly decide between them. But Jack was interested in screwing only her rear, so Nancy was left to her own means as far as her cunt was concerned. As soon as she felt the pressure grow in her tight anal channel she lifted a hand and aimed it at her own vibrating pussy. One finger slipped into her hole and twisted around sliding in the increasingly heavy lubrication.
The hot juices coated her finger and she added another finger to the hole. Then at her ass she felt like she was going to be torn to pieces. Jack was pile-driving into her without mercy. He jammed at her ass, shoving the full width of his cock far into her tiniest hole. Nancy couldn't help but arch her back and try desperately to avoid the building pressure by getting away from it.
But Jack grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. He wasn't going to let her escape now, not when she was opening up and allowing him some freedom. His cock seemed bigger than ever, and she was convinced that Jack's pole would split her open. But she was wrong. Jack still had some to go, and he shoved again. Another few inches worked into her opening, and Nancy grunted under the pain. But she survived.
Nancy didn't understand why this ass fuck was so intense. Maybe it was the combination of her fingers and the male cock. Or maybe it was the party going on nearby. Even the crisp night air might have something to do with it. It was so much nicer than fucking in a bed.
Jack fucked her hard, sending his shaft deeply into her rectum. His cock stuffed her full and Nancy thought for a second that the fat end would pop out of her mouth.
Her body was in a white hot rage-and getting hotter-as she toyed with her cunt. A long moan escaped her throat.
After a moment, Nancy surrendered herself totally to the freaky scene, here she was, in a garden in the capital getting ass fucked. There was no need to be cool or particularly dainty. All that was called for was lust; and she had plenty of it.
Nancy bellowed and screamed. Her ass rose and fell with every motion that rocked it. Her tits flopped wildly as she screwed from side to side. Her head nearly touched the ground as her hair covered her eyes.
She was caught in the raging fury that her own body suffered and Jack compounded the sexual frenzy by slapping his hands along her back and shoulders. His hands seemed to tear at her body, but Nancy ignored the little twinges of pain that followed his strokes. All she cared about were the wild vibrations in her cunt. Back and forth she twisted, trying to avoid the hands that beat her now, and yet at the same time wanting to feel more of the cock that pounded at ther, backside.
Nancy was nearly delirious with the pleasurable agony. Her finger gyrated inside her twat and called on a new stream of juice. This time it wasn't mere lubrication, but the beginning of a raging orgasm that caused Jack to increase his motion behind her. Nancy rocked on her hands and knees, while her ass was tunneled through by the huge male engine.
Jack felt his cock coming closer and closer to an eruption and he slowed down for a moment, trying to catch his breath. His body shook as his muscles contracted and released in turn. Then he gasped for breath, his face turning bright red as he rested.
His cock was still lodged fully inside Nancy's ass, but his body was motionless, letting the girl do all the work. And Nancy couldn't stop now, Her body was shaking with a giant orgasm, sending waves of passion through her entire, frame.
Her nipples felt fat and full. She dropped closer to the ground and let her breasts dig into the soft cool ground. The feeling of coolness that sprang from there, sent another shudder of lust through her and she jerked around fighting to shoot every last bit of cream she had.
Jack remained still behind her. Then slowly he began to fuck again. His hands went under her ass and around her thighs, squeezing and pinching all the same. Nancy was almost exhausted.
Jack knew just how to revive her.
Her fingers crept towards her cunt, and Nancy let her own hand drop away. Then two of his fingers plunged deep in to that slippery hole and worked hard against her stiff clit.
Nancy screamed in raging lust.
Her ass was shaking now and Jack jerked harder and faster with each thrust. His cock was buried up to the hilt and his balls bounced against her ass cheeks. Every motion now carried him closer to his final thrust. His cock was even fatter than before and Nancy was sure it was nearly ready to shoot.
She was right. With a feverish motion, Jack fucked in one last time. The his cock sputtered and began shooting long drawn out grasps of come that went far into Nancy's hole. Her ass was quickly lubricated by the male explosion and she felt the cock slipping back and forth in its own grease. Nancy roared to yet another climax as the man's fingers and his prick together brought her off.
The combination of forces at work on her sensitive places made Nancy jump with the jerking cream that spilled into her ass-hole. Every splash of cream seemed to make her body shake all the more as she gritted her teeth and surrendering to it.
Jack's breath came in short gasps as every ounce of energy ran through his cock straight into the tight hole. The couple moved forward in the damp earth, boring a path deeper into the grass as the continued to fuck on the move.
Finally the mutual orgasm ended and they stopped dead. Nancy gave out one last whimper and slumped to the ground, glad that her body had once more responded to the man's sexual demands.
Jack pulled back and freed his dripping tool. He shook a few drops onto the tired girl and lay down next to her. Then he slipped an arm over her slim figure. He was being gentle with her now relaxing the way true lovers do in the afterglow of sex.
Nancy sensed his mood as one of calm and quiet. She barely moved as his hands climbed over her waist and up to cup her nipples and press into her tits. Nancy felt the tips against the palms of his hands and let her weighty globes sink into them.
As they lay close together, snuggling tightly, Nancy thought about the party and what she had been able to gather about Jack's line of business. Although she still had nothing definite to go on, she was more than ever convinced that he had something to do with the government. Perhaps now, when they had seemed to be so close in spirit as well as body, would be a good time for her to ask again.
She rolled over in his arms and faced him. Her face was bright and striking from their recent exertion.
"Jack ... I ... oh well ... never mind."
She stopped short, unsure as to whether she should continue. She'd been warned to stay away from the subject. "What is it?"
Jack stroked his hands over her head, fingering the long hair that hung down onto her bare shoulders and arms.
"Well ... I know you told me not to ask about your business ... but tonight I overheard some men talking and ... oh I guess it's really nothing ... "
She tapered off once more.
"Well ... go on. If I can answer your questions, I'll be glad to. Go on."
He smiled at her, promising with his eyes to deliver the important words.
But Nancy didn't trust those eyes. Too often before he had told her specifically about not trying to understand his business dealings. Too often he had told her that it was simply none of her business and that she would be much better off not knowing anything. That way she couldn't tell anyone what was going on.
But now she had to say something, so it might as well be the truth.
"It's just that I heard these men talking about how they pass on information and stuff like that. And it all sounds just like what the spy is supposed to do."
She stopped, watching carefully for a reaction.
Jack stared hard at her. She had hit the nail on the head and he thought fast, trying to figure the best way to cover his tracks.
"Well, dear. You shouldn't believe everything you hear. Chances are that those men were high, like most of the people back there. And they were probably exaggerating a bit to impress you.'"
Jack paused, glad that he had not admitted anything yet.
"I don't know. It's just that you're always so quiet about what you do ... never telling me anything, and telling me to keep my nose out of it. Oh, I guess it isn't my business, but after all I am living with you, and sleeping with you. It seems like we only fuck, and I never get to talk about anything that worries you, or makes you happy. That way, you still treat me like a child."
She had talked much more than she had dared to. Now she had made her play, trying to find a way to become more a part of his life. It had been so hard just being a small part of the whole secret world, an accessory that was called on to act only when everything else was finished.'
Jack was quiet, just staring into Nancy's face. She tried to read the emotions there, a little afraid that they would spell trouble for her, but he was careful not to show any.
Jack, for his part understood what the girl was saying. Yet he knew that he could never reveal his entire past and present mode of living to her. He had been sworn to secrecy and was pledged to abide by that oath. To break it could bring his own death. That was something he had managed to avoid all these years and he was not about to begin the downhill slump just because a girl had some wacky ideas about getting to know his every mood.
"Look, Nancy. I see how you care about me. I thank you for your concern. I also see how worried you might be. On that count please have no fear. I am well protected."
"But I'm scared."
"There are things that I simply cannot tell you. I repeat ... cannot. Even if I wanted to. It isn't that what I'm doing is so bad ... it isn't. Many of the people at that party back there do what I do. Yet they are sworn to secrecy just as I am. For any of us to tell our business, even what may appear to be insignificant, would mean our end."
"So you'll have to take me on faith. That's all I can hold out to you. You'll have to take the moods that come your way and deal with them, without knowing the reasons behind them. That's all I can say. That will end this discussion.
"Let's go back to the hotel. Tomorrow we go home, and there we'll relax a bit. Maybe a special treat for you."
They picked themselves up just as the moonlight again filtered down through the night sky, lighting a pathway back towards the distant house. Nancy asked no more.
She was silent on the way back, knowing that she had tried and that Jack alid said all he was going to say. She was stymied and had to accept it at that. If Jack said it would mean trouble for him to talk about his business, then she would believe him. Yet at the same time, his words had convinced her all the more that he might be in the spy business. Nancy wasn't sure she liked that. It would require more thought on her part at a later time. Right now she was tired and just wanted to sleep.
Back in New York, after the sodas, Jack and Nancy returned to the plush apartment. Although it was still daylight, Nancy immediately went to bed and slept soundly, making up all the energy she felt she had expended getting sick.
Jack found himself unable to sleep, and paced the floor for about two hours. Then he decided to check on things to see how business was doing. He slipped out of the apartment, telling his housekeeper that he would return in a few hours.
Jack was too careful to check in with his agents from his home phone. He always used pay phones and a different one every time. This was accepted procedure, and he felt completely at ease when he began dialing his contacts, inquiring about their various activities.
Lately, he had been trying to break up a drug ring. Jack cared about the horrible stories attributed to drugs. Lately things had been looking better than ever. They were getting the inside line.
He checked with his men and they all reported an upswing in information. The only disturbing thing that they had to say concerned with continuing growth of the number of pushers.
Having checked with all his important people, Jack hung up the phone and walked through the city streets. Maybe he really had to bring back a touch of the good old days to show who the law was. Maybe some old-style strong-arm tactics would stop what threatened to get out of control. He scratched his chin and as he shuffled along the sidewalk, he paused now and then to check out the fashionable windows.
It seemed like a good idea. Maybe he would set up a few people for convictions and get things back in order. The word was sure to pass quickly through the amateur circles. Jack decided that it was the only way to begin to handle the problem.
He strolled casually back to the apartment and rode the elevator up to his suite. Once inside he checked his sleeping girl and then retired to his own room, glad he had made a decision to act. For too long he had been worried about the small time operators. They were even beginning to wholesale and set up entire smuggling operations that worked as smoothly as did the big ones. It was time to end all that.
He dozed, thinking about how relaxed he was now that he had decided to act. He always felt good when he had made a similar decision. No matter what the consequences, it was better to act than simply sit back and watch.
That would be best, and he knew that if business went down, he would be picked up by some other government agency. That was good because he wasn't yet ready to retire, and was determined to stamp out as many problems as he could.
The morning meeting would also give him a good chance to estimate the level of work in his own ranks.
It had been some months since all the important agents were gathered together, and he would watch carefully to see the progress. It would be an interesting show.
He fell off to sleep, and began to snore heavily, his mouth hanging open and his breath escaping in big noises.
In his dreams, Jack saw himself facing down an enemy agent, and he showed his tough side by disarming his antagonist with his bare fists and then killing him.
Blood poured out and reddened his dream. The color was vivid, and dark in its vibrant tone. It was a dream that Jack had often had. As always the rival was faceless-just someone he had to be rid of for his government's security. And as always, as soon as some man was done in another seemed to slink out of the shadows to take his place.
The rest of the night he slept comfortably, resting for the meeting when he would need all his energies and awareness to Search for the possible shortcomings of his little group.