Chapter 8

The day after the meeting, Tod ro comfortably. He had wisely allowed himself t sleep most of the morning, and if he hadn't had an appointment he would have complete the day in bed. Pot and hash were so much nicer than drinking alcohol. Every time he wok refreshed, having been stoned the night before he renewed his faith in the potent drugs.

The few times he had allowed himself t become drunk had been horrid experiences. And worse than anything had been the hang-over that had pounded inside his skull the following day. Dope left no pain. Sleep obliterated all traces of the drug from his system, and he jumped from bed refreshed and ready to face whatever came his way.

Mary remained in bed, smiling sleepily at him as he went to eat. Then he gathered a few cookies and gulped down a large glass of milk to wash the cookies down. He was all set.

He left the apartment and headed across town to the meeting site. Once outside the appointed spot, he cased the joint. He was especially wary of counter-agents fearing that the place might be watched. Although his fantasies allowed him to see agents chasing other agents, and he knew that he was about to become implicated in their doings, he never for the life of him imagined the depth of involvement that would quickly come his way.

The meeting was short and sweet. To his surprise, all his terms were agreed to. The contact man agreed to let him handle the information all the way to the top. He was frankly surprised at his willingness to come to terms. And he asked him why.

"Well, our boss sees the youth end of this now you see? And he's smart enough to know that he needs some operators like you to cater to the trade. Kids'll trust you, know what I mean?"

Tod nodded, expressing his understanding of the situation. It made sense to him, and he was glad to see that he was operating with such intelligent agents. Maybe he'll like it after all.

Tod was set up the next day with a front operation, and the dope for cover started coming in fast and furious. He contacted all the people he used to deal to and offered them special introductory prices with information, explaining how they could talk enough to make their smoke free. He sold out his stock in two days, and when he asked for more, the organization man was quite surprised to see him.

"You really do a job, don't you?"

"Well, I always like to try my best. Besides, it's really easy. There's a sea of foreign kids out there, needing the stuff ... Besides, I have a good reputation, and if you keep getting me stuff, my information is bound to grow."

"Yes, yes."

On and on the circle went. He bought and sold pot like it was going out of style and at the end of the week, he'd traced more than his quota of information. He received a bonus for such good work, and felt his pockets bulge with green stuff. But he knew that he could have more of the same each week. There was nothing to it. And he had more time than ever for himself, and to spend with Mary. That's what it was all about, wasn't it?

Mary was pleased with the amount of money he was making, and he began buying wonderful gifts and taking her to plays and movies twice a week. Whenever he'd come back to the apartment after a 'work' day, he'd explain how well he'd done, Mary would smile indulgently, while he told her of his best deals.

So, the good life continued unabated for several months. All during the period, he began raking in the money and stockpiling it in a bank account. Since he'd had no income taxes to pay, the account grew rapidly, each entry in the small book adding substantially to his material worth.

Then it happened. Tod, of course, didn't know what it was all about. All he understood was that his contact began delivering only half the usual amount of grass and hash, moaning that the Feds were demanding more information in exchange, making it hard to get stuff. Tod accepted his story at face value, not having any cause to doubt it.

The most disturbing thing was that what pot was coming though was inferior in quality. It was the stuff that burnt like rough sandpaper and with which you needed a whole joint to get off. He got his first complaints, which he passed on to his contact. They were withholding information because of it.

He sympathized with Tod, but complained that he could only bring him what he received, and that if he wanted to talk to someone else he'd arrange for a meeting.

Meanwhile, he suggested to offer his customers some women. Tod refused, sticking to his guns about handling only grass and hash. He didn't believe in white slavery.

"Suit yourself. I'll let you know when things change."

Tod left the meeting feeling depressed. It seemed like his bubble had burst. It was hard to believe that the organization was unable to meet his demands, and that the stuff they could get was so inferior.

Mary sympathized and cooled down his raging anger. Tod argued against fate, against the organization, against the government, in short, against anyone he could think of with even the remotest connection to his problem.

"Maybe it'll pass. It's probably just a temporary problem."

But he was wrong.

The following week, the supply trickled down more. He was unable to meet even the standard that he had when he was dealing himself. Tod knew that he would be out of business completely in "another week if the present rate of decrease continued. He spoke once more with his contact, asking him what had happened to the meeting he was setting up.

"Well, the big boys have been out of town lately, but I got word today that you can meet one of the top men tomorrow. Maybe he'll have some good news for you."

He smiled and his capped teeth glittered for a brief moment.

All that day Tod thought of possible solutions. His life-style had been briefly enriched by his foray into the agent business, but now all that was threatened. If what his contact said was true, he wouldn't get the supplies needed to keep his business alive. And he wouldn't be seeing any free dope, even to smoke. It was most distressing.

The next day, Tod went further uptown than usual, to meet with the so-called second string. He lived on the edge of one of the city's toughest districts. Whores played openly in the daytime, and small, smut-filled book stores lined the avenues.

Ignoring the lures of the flesh, Tod wandered towards his apartment, trying to reassure himself things would soon be changing for the better. He wanted to enter the talk with a positive outlook, to prove that he could handle any temporary problems without trouble.

Tod rang the bell at the given time, and waited. Presently his contact man appeared on the other side of the glass door leading to a dimly lit flight of stairs. He motioned to him, and Tod followed him. They walked silently, single-file up the stairs to the fourth floor. Tod went first, and his supplier directed him until they came upon the proper door. He knocked and then knocked again.

The door swung loudly open and Tod was pushed into the room. Then he heard the door click shut, and he looked around. Surprisingly, the room was furnished with some taste, and the interior was quite different from the shabby appearance outside. The room was pleasant in general.

"Sit down, kid ... get comfortable."

A middle-aged and worn-looking man from behind him was talking.

"Thank you," Tod sat heavily, keeping a watchful eye on everything.

"I understand you're doing a good job, downtown. That's good."

"Well, I was doing OK, but then the dope dried up. Any chance of getting more stuff to trade?"

The man rubbed a finger over his lined face. Then he turned to his contact, "I guess you've been told about the problem. like you know, the problem with grass and hash is the size of the stuff. We need a lot of information in exchange for it.

"If anything, we expect it to get tighter for a while. Now that leaves us damn few alternatives. We can give up grass and hash altogether. Or, we can deliver your customers something else instead."

His eyes lit up as he completed the sentence, and Tod thought he knew what was coming next.

"Listen, son, you want to make some real money?"

Tod nodded dumbly, afraid suddenly. What was he getting into?

The man went on, "I can get you all the women you can push. And at a good price. It's easy to carry enough to turn on the city. Besides, the profit's much greater. You can triple your best earnings in a week. And once you get a customer using her regular, we'll sell you anything you want."

His eyes danced in his head and he felt his stomach knot tighter and tighter.

A pattern was beginning to appear. A pattern that was meant to force him into dealing dirty. He wanted no part of it, and almost blurted out his refusal, when the man held up a hand, cutting him off.

"Before you say anything, let me tell you something. You're no longer an independent. When you accepted our money, you accepted our products. No two ways about it, you're implicated. Now, I have orders from my boss to branch out into other areas. I think you're the right man for the job. You play ball and I'll see that you get a quick promotion. You'll like the money, son. You really will.

"Now, in two days I want you to meet the man in charge. He'll tell you all there is to know about dealing the women. I think after talking with him, you'll find it hard to refuse the offer. My friend here, will take you to his place. See you then."

The meeting was suddenly over, and Tod was shown out of the apartment. A trembling sensation had rocked his gut, and he wanted to puke. He needed fresh air, to get away from the stench of corruption and evil minds that were closing in on him.

Implicit in the offer of a new work deal, was a threat if he chose to refuse. Perhaps the cops would be told about him, and the whole affair ended. Or perhaps they would find it easier to use their own disposal methods.

As much as he wanted to tell them to take their cruddy offer and shove it he was glad that he hadn't spoken his mind. Tod was still alive, and maybe the next meeting would give him a chance to re-establish himself in kids and soft drugs. If not ... what then?

But in the apartment, he told Mary everything that had happened. She was worried.

"Tod, get out now ... it's still not too late ... we can run away. They'll never bother you. You're too much of a small-time for them to chase."

As she spoke, Tod couldn't help thinking that her lines, were, where the bad-guy, turned good guy, wants out, and his girlfriend urges him to run. But he felt obligated to stay and clean up the mess he started.

Well he wasn't that brave or foolish, but he did feel that the time wasn't right to make an escape. Things weren't that desperate yet, and he still had hopes that the boss would give him what he wanted or let him go with no hard feelings. Besides, he wanted to meet this man who controlled all of New York's espionage.

In two days, Tod was ready for the meeting. He wasn't so stoned as to lose control of his reasoning, but just high enough to make the prospect of the meeting pleasant. Everything had a rosy tint and he was glad to be meeting the high-powered man who was in charge. As Tod made his way to meet his supplier, he thought long and hard about the organization, and how it seemed to be run just like a large corporation. It was interesting that although he had some time back decided to never get involved in a corporate life, here he was, about to meet the 'chairman' of the board.

He also knew that if he played his cards right, and did all the right things, he would leave the meeting better than he had entered. Maybe someday he could be the man in charge. He laughed at the thought and cleared his head.

His contact ushered him into a cab and gave a swanky address uptown. Soon, after fighting the usual Manhattan traffic, they arrived in front of a large luxury building.

In another moment they were riding up in the elevator and then, almost before his head had adjusted to the fact that he was actually going to meet the 'big boss,' they were stepping out of the open elevator car into a large richly appointed apartment.

The place seemed deserted and so they sat waiting. The contact man fidgeted nervously, so he knew that the boss-man was probably someone with real power. Tod sat back, trying to look nonchalant about the entire affair, and all the while feeling his belly churn. It was hard to sit still. He kept looking over the furnishings, admiring the nice taste of the man who had picked out the well designed room. If nothing else, he would be a man of sophistication, and he grew anxious to met him.

Just then, a back door opened and Tod caught his first glimpse of Mr. Jack. He was an imposing figure. His large anatomy was impressive. A pair of one hundred dollar pants, and silk shirt covered him.

They stood and waited for Jack to ask them to sit. Only then did they dare.

Jack sat opposite them and smiled warmly. He motioned for the contact to leave them alone to discuss the matters at hand, and as Tod was left behind in that large living room, an inexplicable emotion of fear and anguish crowded into his soul. He was terribly afraid. Even before Jack spoke to him directly, he felt that he had the power of life or death over him, and that he had better be careful.

"Now, here we are. I see by my latest report that you have been offered a lucrative position with us. Have you decided to accept?"

His smile was now tinged with a hard edge. Tod was almost afraid to answer.

He stammered, losing his confidence. Why was he afraid? Finally he managed to blurt out that he wasn't ready to make a decision. Tod was still unsure of what it all entailed. He fingered his hair nervously, feeling very conspicuous in the elegant apartment, and wishing that he was back in his own surroundings, comfortable with Mary in their raunchy place.

"Let me outline for you the advantages of accepting our offer. For one thing, you will become wealthy. And you will be assured of a well protected spot in our organization. As you must know, we protect our own."

He stared hard into Tod's eyes and he knew that line contained another thinly-veiled threat.

"Sir, excuse me ... but when I came into this business ... well, when I began, I only wanted to deal with non-habit-forming drugs so that I could get information without a guilty conscience. Now I have built up a fair trade, and everyone has made a profit, including whatever information gets back here to you."

"Listen you smart-assed kid. Just what do you think this is, a bargaining session? I don't want to hear what you want. I'm not at all concerned with your wants and needs. All I care about is that my work gets done, and that means getting it however we can."

He paused and looked down at his shoes.

"It's as simple as that. It may seem a bit distasteful to you, but there are many people who want nothing more in life than their next fuck, and our business is to supply them. You are simply one small cog in a big wheel, my friend, and if you value the way you function, you will see the wisdom in our offer."

There was no warmth in Jack's voice as he finished his talk. Tod knew that he meant business and that he was in trouble.

Only he didn't know what trouble was until a few minutes of silence had passed and he struggled to regain his poise. He was about to speak, to somehow try again to fend off the offer, when another door opened and out walked the most gorgeous young girl he had ever laid eyes on. She was all tawny and sexy, too.

Long legs and all and Tod turned to watch her swing her full hips across the room. There was a small discreet smile playing around her lips as she moved. He was almost sure she was smiling at him, and yet he knew that it would be somehow more than foolish to return that greeting. Tod moved back to Jack, but he was staring at the girl, too.

Only his eyes were full of anger. He spit out some words, aiming them at the girl.

"Nancy, what the hell do you mean by coming in here while I'm discussing business? Now get out."

"But I was only trying to see what the weather was like. You know how hard it is to tell anything out my small window. And your room in always locked."

Tod wanted to run to her and throw himself at her, begging her to allow him one touch, just one mortal moment.

Everything that had come before was swept away by the gorgeous child called Nancy. He wanted to see more of her. He was determined to see her again. There had to be a way. Yet, he knew that his desires were fraught with danger, for she was undoubtedly Jack's girl. To court her, would mean to court his own downfall.

Maybe even a daughter or niece of his.

The girl continued to the window, and looked up at the sky and then far below to check out the traffic and pedestrians. She wore a tight-fitting long skirt of some silky material. As she bent, it flared open along one slit, and he caught a momentary glimpse of one rich thigh.

Tod was lost in her beauty. The erotic melody in his soul sang forth and he was caught with a rising cock in his pants. Embarrassing, and potentially fatal. He covered his lap with his hands, hoping that Jack wouldn't notice. He kept his eyes glued to his girlfriend's round curves as she waltzed back across the living room. Then she was gone and the vision ended.

Tod snapped back to attention, and Jack turned to him with a proud look on his face. It was the look of a man sure of his possessions, and happy with his power.

"You must forgive the child. She should know better than to interrupt. I will have to teach her again."

He smiled evilly, and Tod feared for the girl's tender skin. He wanted to protect her, to insure her safety, and yet he knew that he had better keep far away from her.

"Well, my boy, have you made a decision?"

He wanted an answer. No, he demanded one.

There was only one response he could give. Because of the reality of the situation, and the fear for his own life, he was trapped into agreement. And there was the extra added attraction of maybe getting another chance to meet Nancy. Just maybe it would be worthwhile.

"I guess I'll do it. I don't have much choice, do I?"

"As you see, some things were just meant to be. I'm glad to welcome you into our little group. I will see to it that the girls get to you immediately. Good day. I will see you again, I'm sure. You must come to the next party I give."

"I would be delighted." Tod answered quickly grasping at the chance to meet the girl once more.

"Will you be so kind as to let me know."

"Oh, yes." That was all.

Tod left, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement. It was a new kind of life that he was joining, one where he would probably cause some people some bad times, but one where the high-powered stakes were real.

Nancy glued her ear to the door of her bedroom long enough to hear Jack tell about supplying the hookers. All her suspicions were confirmed. She was indeed the mistress of a real spy.

She was scared. She had also heard him tell the handsome youth about teaching her a lesson. That frightened her even more.

When the front door shut and the elevator took the boy away, Nancy stepped back from her door, and walked to her closet, pretending to be looking for a dress.

The bedroom door swung wide and Jack stood in the doorway.

"Dumb bitch."

His voice was full of venom, and he snaked his tongue out at Nancy. She whirled about, her arms full of clothes.

"I'm not a dumb bitch. Don't call me that."

Her face was red and angry, her eyes nearly filled with tears. She knew something dreadful was about to happen, exactly what wasn't clear.

"When I say you're a dumb bitch, then you're a dumb bitch. Don't argue. You know better than to interfere when I'm talking business. Don't ever do that again!"

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what it was like outside."

"Being sorry isn't enough. You'll have to learn. And you'll have to pay for your mistake."

Jack menaced her, moving closer.

Nancy backed up until she was flush against the closet full of costly clothes. Jack pressed on, nearing the quaking girl. He raised a hand high over her head and smacked it down sharply on her face.

She cringed and gasped under the sudden attack. She fell to her knees and dropped the clothes. A rack of things fell over her, covering her bowed head.

Jack ripped them aside, and dragged the girl to her feet. Then he shoved her roughly towards the bed.

"Get undressed and lay down on your belly. I'll teach you a hard lesson. One you won't readily forget"

He began undoing his wide leather belt and rolling it over his hand.

Nancy shuddered as she crawled up on her bed. She was sobbing into her hands now and her entire body was shaking with fear.

"Get undressed I said."

Jack smacked the belt against the bed, and

Nancy jumped as the noise sounded loud and harsh.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons to her blouse. Once it was undone, Jack leaned over and ripped it away. It came away in his hands, and Nancy felt her skin tingle. Then she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.

"The skirt too. Hurry."

Jack's voice was getting raspy and his tone was souring. He wanted her to get going, so that he could begin the punishment she deserved. It had been a long time since Jack had beaten anyone. Now once again he would have a chance to test his aim and strength.

Nancy's long legs came into full view as the skirt was unwrapped. Her bikini-panties were stripped away, and her pubic hairs gleamed.

Jackwas near the bed, the strap rising and falling against his palm while he waited for Nancy to poise her tender back.

"Turn over."

His voice was more gruff than ever, and Nancy hurried. Although this was her first punishment at Jack's hands, she knew what to expect. He would pound the message of obedience into her. He would attempt to show her the error of her ways by beating her until she bled.

But Nancy knew she could stand it. The pain would be hard, but through it all she was now sure that she would find a way to escape. His beating would only force that resolution deeper into her consciousness, giving it ground to spread its roots.

Each time that she submitted to another of Jack's increasingly sadistic sexual acts, she thought about breaking away and finding a more personal relationship. But she had stuck it out so far. Now, lying prone on her belly, her ass riding high, and her head sunk far into her soft pillow, once again thoughts of leaving swirled through her active mind.

Jack was ready to begin. The belt snapped together once more in his hands, and then with a sudden ringing motion, slapped on Nancy's bare shoulders.

The smacking sound reverberated in Nancy's ears as she cringed under the sharp pain. Another blow rained down on her other shoulder. Now a deep biting agony swept along her neck beginning at both shoulders and colliding at the brain. A dull headache followed in its wake, leaving Nancy sinking further into the silence of the pillow.

She opened her mouth, but stopped herself from screaming. Somehow she felt that to scream would invite even more terrible danger than she was now in. Somehow, her noises of anguish would ignite some dark terrible sadistic pleasure in Jack and he would most likely beat her senseless. But at least she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had hurt her.

"You see ... I warned you ... and now, I must teach you."

Each phrase was punctuated by another wallop. Each belt mark left a red indentation in Nancy's flesh, making it tingle with the gathering pain.

Jack moved closer to the bed and aimed his blows, lower and lower on the small of her back. Nancy raised her ass, trying almost to spin away from the racking pain. But, Jack knelt on her back for an instant, driving his hard knee into the spine, grinding it in. Nancy nearly passed out from the pressure. But still, she kept her wits and her silence. She was brave.

Then Jack was back hitting her. He was still trying to teach her a lesson, and he interspersed his blows with little lectures on correct behavior. Nancy concentrated on the, course that her agony was taking through her body, and didn't hear the talk at all. It was as if Jack's method of ingraining his small points was in itself making it impossible for those same points to get across.

Of course he knew nothing of this.

Completely wrapped up in his sadistic torture, he lowered the belt and began using his hands on Nancy's ass. He slapped and dug his nails into her flesh. Nancy groaned into the pillow.

Jack was panting. His face was red, and his hands stung from the beating they were delivering. Sweat poured on his forehead, and dripped into his eyes.

He wiped away the perspiration and connected again with his harsh hands. Nancy jumped as the blows picked up speed. Her belly was swimming in a sea of sweat, and her sheets were soaked with sweat. Small streams of it trickled all along her back-side, making their way to the bed. Jack stopped his attack long enough to dip a finger in the substance and watch it drip down onto the palm of his hand. He looked down at the tortured girl and slowed his beating.

By this time, Nancy had nearly passed out. Her head was spinning with the incredible pain, and her stomach vibrated from the churning motion that settled in. It was a strange mixture of pain and something else, she couldn't explain.

Jack stopped his beating and quickly stripped away his clothes. Now he wanted to screw the whimpering girl, to drive home the point that she was his to command.

He had to be sure that she understood her proper place in the household, and never stepped out of line again. Even though he genuinely liked Nancy, the discipline was a necessary addition to her learning process. And the fuck would top that off.

Roughly, he spun Nancy over onto her back. She cried out uncontrollably as her torn back met the sweat-filled sheets. It was like salt on her wounds, and the pain built higher. Still, there was a tinge of something more than pain hiding among the agony.

She didn't recognize it at all until she gathered her strength enough to open her eyes. Then, as she saw Jack's full cock wagging dangerously in front of her face, she knew the undefined element was sex.

There was a definite sexual quality about the way Jack had attacked Nancy, and now it made sense to her. The man was truly perverted. He would stop at nothing to complete his growing sexual appetite.

Maybe when he tired of her, he would have her fucked to death while he watched. She was through it all now.

There was nothing left for her to do except submit to his forceful nature. But when the chance for freedom came her way, she was determined to grab it and run.

Now all she could do was accept the ultimate degradation. After having been beaten, she was forced to let this man make love to her.

She hated him. It was all settled in her weary mind. Nancy would leave as soon as possible. She had to think it out very carefully. It would take some time, but she would leave. And she'd find a way to hurt him when she did.

Jack was ready. He towered above her. His cock was at the tip of her cunt, nearly free from it. Then he roared aloud as he slammed in. And again.

Back and forth the screaming hot cock made its way into her damp twat. It soaked her everywhere, spilling out as Jack rode up and down. Small amounts of come made their way to her inner chamber, filling her to the brim. There was no affection in the delivery. Only pain and intended hurt.

Jack laughed coarsely as he delivered his cock-load. Nancy accepted it, giving back nothing in return.

At least she had been able to hold back her own climax. That was all she could deny him now. But in the future she'd learn to deny him all.