Chapter 10
Two police vehicles followed as Charles drove back to Robards Manor. Susan sat in the front seat with him, but with more than a respectable distance between them. Charles had opened the front door for her, and it had seemed natural for her to slide in there. The necessary role of grand mistress was over. Reyes was in the hospital, doing well. Simmons had confessed and was being held for Krista's murder. As yet, the police knew nothing of the coin collection, the bulk of which was in the case in Charles' apartment. No one had opened it yet. There hadn't been time.
"Susan," Charles said, breaking the silence which had prevailed since they'd driven away from the police station.
Susan glanced at the handsome young redhead.
"Thanks for not implicating Reyes and me."
"I told you I wouldn't."
He nodded, forcing a nervous smile as he drove carefully. "You could have had us both arrested for rape, you know, and I wouldn't have blamed you if you had."
"I don't want to talk about that," she said tensely. "I'd rather forget it, if you don't mind, Charles."
"Hell, no, I don't mind."
Neither of them spoke for a few blocks, then Charles said, "You're something else, Susan. Really an all right gal."
Susan smiled and said nothing. She was grateful to Charles for coming to her aid, even though he had waited dangerously long to decide to help her.
"When I told you I was falling in love with you, I wasn't bulling you." He paused, throwing her a hopeful glance. "Of course, I don't expect you to believe that now. Not after the rotten way we all treated you, me included." Again he paused. "You think I'm lying, don't you?"
Streetlights illuminated his features with soft, intermittent bursts as the car swept past them. Susan couldn't help but think how upsettingly good-looking he was. "I don't know. It's all over now. Why would you lie?"
"I wouldn't," he said. "Not any more. You've been hurt too much already."
"I am still reeling a bit," she admitted.
"I guess there's no chance for us ... the way things stand ... after all that's happened."
Susan frowned. She took a deep breath. A lot was going through her mind. Her grandmother's estate, worth almost a million dollars, was now hers. The other servants were gone, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be rid of Charles. Her emotions concerning the muscular young man were distressingly mixed. "I don't know," she finally replied, letting her breath out slowly. "I just don't know, Charles."
He reached across the seat, took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "How about if I stick around till you make up your mind?"
"All right," she answered, her voice sounding hesitant.
"How about if I help you make up your mind?" he asked, pulling her toward him with gentle, undemanding pressure.
"I think I'd like that," she sighed and impulsively slid across the seat till their hips and thighs were touching.
He put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a hug. "I do love you, Susan ... and I'll prove it, somehow."
You'll have to prove it, she thought. I could love you, too. It would be very easy. But I'm not going to let it happen until I'm sure of you, Charles Lancaster. I'll test you. I don't know how I'll do it, but I will. Even if I have to lie, I'll test you good. If it's me you want, then maybe we can have a good thing going for us. But if you want to marry me for my money, I'll find you out and dump you quick.
Charles drove into the garage and shut off the lights and engine. The police were stopped on the drive outside.
"Let's get it over with, honey," Charles said, patting her thigh as he opened the car door. "They're waiting." He got out and helped Susan slide out under the steering wheel.
"I can't bear to see them again," Susan said, shivering.
"Then you won't have to," he said, leading her toward the outside staircase. "You go on up to my apartment and wait for me there. I'll show them where the bodies are."
He gave her a furtive pat on her well-rounded bottom, and Susan started up the stairs. She paused at the top landing, glanced toward the house and saw Charles letting the policemen in through the back door. For the second time that night, Susan felt grateful to him. The sight of the men in white, with their stretcher, made her cringe. She opened the door, turned on the light and went into her chauffeur's apartment.
Her nerves were on edge. She made herself a drink and forced herself to enter the bedroom while she sipped it. Nothing. It was just a room. The degradation she'd been through there was only a hazy memory, she found to her relief. She smiled ruefully and returned to the small living room.
The case of coins was setting just inside the door. It was much heavier than it looked. She lugged it over to the couch and sat down with it resting on the floor between her legs. It resembled a small piece of luggage, except that it opened from the top. Susan pushed the latch. It surprised her when it snapped open. She'd expected it to be locked.
There was a note lying atop the coins, she discovered when she lifted the flap and peered inside. She fished it out and unfolded it, and immediately recognized her grandmother's handwriting.
To Whomever:
I care not which of your greedy curs finds this case and reads this note. I only wish I could be there to see the expression on your face when you take out the coins one by one and examine them.
Did you ever doubt that I would have the last laugh? Well, you'll find out soon enough. Go through the coins now. Hurry! Do you hear me laughing? Would you like to know why?
I'll tell you anyway, because I can't resist. The coins I planted for my servants-and I expect you're one of them-were not from my collection, which is still quite safely locked away. I bought them solely for bait. The coins in this case, as you'll soon learn, are not from my collection, either.
They're worthless, you fool. Yes, worthless! I took them out of everyday circulation, and mostly pennies, at that. If the coins in this case amount to two-hundred dollars, I've given you more than I intended, simply because I didn't bother to count them.
Now you can hear me laughing, can't you?
From the Grave, Charlotte Evans Robards
Why, you old witch! Susan thought. What a mean trick to pull on everyone!
But that was only her first reaction. As she sat mulling things over, she began to appreciate just how sly and cunning the old woman had been. She didn't love her grandmother, and death didn't change that fact. However, the coin collection would now be hers, too, and she couldn't help but admire the craftiness of her grandmother's planning.
"So you didn't think I had the stuff to stick it out and claim my inheritance, did you, Grandma?" she said aloud. "Maybe so ... and then again, maybe you wrote that to get my dander up and stiffen my backbone. Either way, you did set it up so I'd get everything if I met your test and survived the ordeal, didn't you? I guess maybe you did love me, in your own vicious way. Thanks. That's all I'm going to say. Thanks for a million dollars ... and thanks for teaching me a lesson I can put to good use right now."
Realizing that some of her grandmother's blood was flowing in her veins, Susan closed the coin case and put it back beside the door. Then she went into the bathroom, tore up the note, dropped the pieces into the John and flushed them down.
It was nearly an hour later when Charles entered the apartment. He stopped just inside the door and glanced down at the coin case. "They're gone," he said.
"I heard them drive off." She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to slide up her bare thighs. She sat on the center cushion of the couch, swinging one bare foot and smiling enigmatically.
"They took both bodies," he said, glancing back at the case, then at Susan again. "Krista's dog, too. Said they'd turn him over to the humane shelter."
Susan felt a prick of regret at the news that the magnificent boxer was gone, but she supposed it was for the best. The two drinks she'd consumed left her relaxed and glowing pleasantly. Her frame of mind was right. She was ready to test both Charles and herself-Charles for his intentions, and herself to see if she could respond sexually to a young man under normal conditions.
"You didn't open it?" Charles asked, bending over the case.
"Huh-uh," she said throatily.
He ran his hand over the top of the case, his thumb coming to rest on the latch. "Do you mind if I open it and have a look?"
Susan didn't answer until he looked at her. When he did, she uncrossed her legs and pulled her skirt up sufficiently high to show that she'd removed her panties. "Couldn't it wait until morning, darling?" she asked sultrily. "Wouldn't you rather take my clothes off and look at me?"
He grinned nervously. "Are you drunk, Susan?"
"Just a little," she admitted. "Just enough so I want you to make love to me. Really make love to me, I mean, not just fuck me. I've never had anyone make love to me. You'll be the first, Charles ... if you want to, that is."
"You know I do," he said, making a big fuss about pushing the coins away, as if they were nothing, before he started toward the couch. He sat down beside her and took her in his arms. "The coins can wait for a week, for all I care. That's how much I love you, baby. It's going to take me a solid week to get enough of you. God, you're so sweet I could just eat you up!"
She went willingly into his strong arms. When he kissed her, she let him part her lips with the tip of his tongue and lick back and forth along their smooth inner surfaces for a while before she began to respond. She didn't want to force anything. Whatever happened was fine with her, just so long as she wanted to do it and found it pleasurable.
Before long she began to respond normally and naturally, and once it started she let her mounting passion take its course and lead her on. She let her teeth open slowly, then extended her tongue and began licking back at his tonguetip, fencing with it, teasing it, opening her mouth more and more till finally Charles groaned and thrust the full length of his titillating tongue into her receptive mouth.
Susan whimpered softly and began sucking his tongue as it explored the hidden recesses of her moist oral chamber. She could feel his hand on her thighs, stroking their creamy inner slopes, caressing them, moving ever higher toward the soft, hairy mound of her vulva. Her sex flesh was tingling with anticipation before he ever touched it. When he did make contact with her moistening cleft, she opened her legs willingly and steeled herself for the initial pain of his finger jabbing into her. The sudden invasion of her privates was not to happen this time, she realized. Charles lingered lovingly at her feverish portal, his hand and fingers caressing her entire crotch, playing over her spongy mons, through the triangle of dark-brown cruly hair which covered it, the tips of his fingers teasing up and down the smooth tissue of her sex-wetted outer cunt lips, massaging coaxingly at the top of her elliptical pink slit until her clitoris stood out hard and throbbing.
A sensual sigh escaped her nostrils. She opened her legs wider, so as to give his exciting hand all the freedom it desired. The fiery nub of her tumid pleasure button was being enclosed gently but firmly by his thumb and forefinger when she moaned her delight and thrust her tongue into his mouth, offering it insistently, wanting him to suck it the way she'd been sucking his. And he didn't disappoint her. He worked on her at both ends, rolling and tweaking her nerve-rich clit while he sucked hungrily at her dainty tongue, driving her desire ever higher.
So this is what it's like to be made love to, Susan thought, running her fingers through his red hair as she squirmed her liberated pussy against his hand and fucked his mouth with her tongue. It's nice! Oh, I could get to like it a lot! I do already! Oh, Charles ... yes, darling ... yesss!
"I love you, Susan!" he exclaimed, breaking the long, tongue-sucking kiss and kissing urgently across her cheek and down her neck, licking as he went. "So much, baby!"
"I Move you too!" she cried, as his fingertip insinuated itself into the slippery slit of her puffed pussy, then sank palm-deep into her juicy hole.
"I'm going to pick you up and carry you in to my bed," he crooned, sliding his finger in and out of her hair-fringed opening. "I'm going to undress you. Then I'll show you how much I love you, Susan."
"What are you going to do?" she asked pantingly. "How are you going to show me?"
"You'll see," he said, and he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
She didn't help in any way with the removal of her clothing. Charles said he wanted to do everything for her, and she let him. When she was naked, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that her nudity in no way bothered her. He stripped quickly and got on the bed with her. He started at her neck and worked his way down her body, licking every inch of her feverish skin.
"My nipples!" she urged, when she felt his tongue washing the fleshy valley between her large breasts. "Suck my nipples, Charles!"
No sooner had she asked than she received. Charles took the tumescent pink cone of her left breast into his mouth and paid it oral homage, then moved to the other and gladly gave it the licking and sucking she'd asked for. Then he moved on down her curvaceous torso, his tongue flashing over her abdomen as he rocked his head from one side of her rib cage to the other. His next pause was at the quivering little indentation of her navel, into which the tip of his tongue dove eagerly and washed swirlingly.
"Oh, Charles," she sighed, caressing his head with her hands. "I like this! I like being licked!"
"I thought you would," he said, glancing up.
From her neck to her belly button the front of her body was coated with saliva, her smooth skin glistening and rippling.
"Don't stop now, darling!" she mewled.
"I'm not going to stop," he assured. "I'm going to lick every inch of your sweet body, honey, and I mean every delicious inch!"
"Ohhh," she sighed, letting her head fall back into the pillow when he started licking the fluttering, soft plane of her slightly rounded lower abdomen.
His tongue combed through the crisp hairs of her pubic triangle. His mouth covered the swollen lips of her secreting sexual aperture.
"Ahhh, ahhhh!" she moaned, when she felt his tongue slithering snake-like into her vagina.
He sucked the pool of vaginal nectar from her steaming tunnel, then deserted her cunt and began licking down her legs. Evidently he'd meant what he said, because soon she could feel his tongue licking slavishly at the soles of her small feet.
My God, she thought, when he started sliding his tongue around between her toes. He doesn't have to do that, does he? It's not bad, and I sort of like it ... but what's he trying to prove by it? That he loves me?
Charles didn't have to take her dainty toes one by one into his mouth and suck each of them in turn either, but he did. And Susan let him. It reminded her of Simmons that night with Krista, but her erotic mood wouldn't permit her to object.
"I love you, Susan! Do you see how much I love you?"
"Yes!" she gasped, and stuck her saliva-slick foot between his thighs and rubbed his testicles.
"Roll over, baby! I'm not through yet!"
Wondering if he was going to lick there, too, Susan rolled over and gave herself over to the sensual luxury of having the backs of her legs washed by his masculine tongue. She didn't have long to wonder, because he was getting very excited. The closer he came to her rump, the faster she could feel his tongue licking the velvety skin along the backs of her thighs.
Then he arrived at her buttocks and began tongue-bathing those lush hillocks as if they were the best-tasting part of her. Susan lay shivering with pleasure, especially when he drew the cheeks of her fanny apart and licked eagerly down into the musky crack of her butt. The tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over the tiny ring of her puckered anus, dipped into it testingly, then all at once she felt the full length of his pink organ spearing into her rectum.
"OOOUUU!!!" she cried, shuddering. "YOU'RE DOING MY ASSHOLE!!!"
"Mmmm!" came his grunting reply. He held her ass cheeks wide open and tongue-fucked her butt furiously for a minute or so, with Susan moaning and rocking her ass against his face. He smacked a loud kiss into her asshole, then backed away. "Even your asshole is sweet to me, Susan! I told you I love you! I told you I'd prove it, darling! Now do you believe me?"
Susan was in no mood for debate. She was so hot she couldn't even take time to think. Onto her back she flopped, flinging her legs open and rasping, "Fuck me, Charles! Hurry, lover! Put your dick in me, darling! I want it ... want it so bad!"
"I'll give you anything I can," he said, mounting her and wedging the bulging head of his dick into the pulsating pink crevice of her crotch. "I'll do anything for you!"
"Fuck me!" she yelped. The tip of his rod lay in the snug vestibule of her vulva, and she wanted it all.
"Do you love me?" he asked, pressing into her, giving her his penile crown but withholding the sturdy shaft beyond it.
"Yes!" she moaned, throwing her arms around him and palming the tense cheeks of his hairy rump. "I love you! I do, Charles! I really do!"
He backed the small amount of prick he'd given her out of her sweltering sex slit. "We'll get married," he said. "Will you marry me, Susan? Tomorrow?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, gripping his buttocks and attempting to pull him down as she arched upward and searched for his dong with the snapping lips of her pussy.
"You probably think I'm after your money," he said, letting her bring him down till the tip of his sleek glans lay in the inflamed slot of her hair-rimmed hole.
"No!" she gasped. "I don't think that at all, darling! You love me! And I love you! And I want you to fuck me! We'll get married! Of course we will! Tomorrow! Now fuck meee!"
"You bet, baby," he said, grinning confidently as he hunched forward and gave her what she wanted with one swift thrust.
Nothing had ever felt so good to the passion-racked young woman. The fat dick raced up into her elastic vagina, and she loved it. His nuts whacked into the crack of her spit-slick ass, and she knew she had taken all he could give her. She would've liked more, but it was enough. Enough to make her suck in her breath and shudder with rapturous delight.
"Is it good, Susan?" he asked, rotating his hips and grinding his pubic bone against her blood-swollen mons as he stirred her silken depths with the taut-skinned head of his peter.
"Good!" she cooed, locking her legs over his and kissing peckingly along the side of his neck. "So Good!"
Chuckling to himself, he raised his head and gazed down at her lust-contorted face. Then he kissed her, ramming his tongue down her throat, and started fucking her with long, carefully measured strokes. When he closed his eyes, he could see dollar signs, at least a million of them, and he knew he'd better give her the best fucking of her life this time.
Susan had the orgasm her body was crying for. She thrashed about and groaned with the agonizing bliss it sent careening through her seat-dampened loins. But the redhead held back and kept on screwing her. She had a second climax, even more intense than the first, but he gritted his teeth and kept right on socking it to her. He wanted to drive her out of her naive mind, to hook the inexperienced girl on his cock as if it were dope, to fuck her so thoroughly that she would have no second thoughts about marrying him. He was fucking for a million, and he had to make it good for Susan, so good that she wouldn't suspect he wanted her money more than herself.
After Susan's fourth come, she was reduced to the female fuckstuff he'd wanted to make of her. Her body was dripping sweat. Her cunt was a virtual spring of girl goo. She writhed in ecstasy beneath him, moaning and groaning with each breath she took.
"OH, GOD, CHARLES! FUCK ME FOREVER, DARLING! I LOVE IT! LOVE YOU! LOVE YOUR COCK! YOUR BIG, HARD, SWEET DICK! GIVE IT TO ME HARDER ... OHHHH ... FASTER, BABY ... OH, LORD GOD ... YESSS ... IT'S TOO GOOD, DARLING! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE! COME! COME SOON! PLEASE COME ... BEFORE I GO CRAZY!!!"
Her voice was hoarse with lust, her head rolling about on the pillow. Her arms lay beside her body. Her hands tore at the sheet, her fingers clawing and twisting the material. She'd fucked with him for a long time, but she couldn't go any more. Her muscles were spasming. She couldn't coordinate her movements.
It was all he'd been waiting for. His tight nuts ached with the need to release their load of pent-up sperm. "I love you, Susan!" he croaked, ramming his blood-bloated pecker into her sopping pussy right up to his body-hugging balls. "Love you so much, my darling! I'll nev--ung ... ungg ... UUUUNNNGGGHHH!!!"
He was ejaculating into her. It felt like a garden hose had been rammed up her cunt and turned on full force. The hot, thick semen gushed into the depths of her heaving belly. Squirt after squirt of the lava-like jizz spewed from the slitted tip of his ballooning cockhead. The viscous cream bathed scaldingly over her convulsing womb and washed in waves down her spasming vagina.
"SHOOT IT!" she rasped, feeling another flood of ecstasy rushing toward her. "SHOOT IT! PUMP IT INTO ME, DARLING! COME IN ME! OH, GOD ... HOW I LOVE IT!!!"
Charles kept grunting in the typical male fashion, and with each grunt his expanding prong blew another jet of his massive load into her rippling abdomen. The force of his hot cum thumping into the supersensitive mouth of her womb brought on Susan's fifth climax. It felt like her intestines were exploding this time. She slapped the soles of her feet onto the bed and arched upward. Her body shook like an epileptic having a violent seizure.
"HUUNNGG! AAAHH! AHHH! OHHH!" she groaned gutturally. Then she collapsed back to the bed.
They rode out the excruciating ecstasy of their simultaneous orgasm. Susan's spasming vagina gripped suckingly at the young man's sperm-spewing prick. Waves of foamy white cum washed out past the tight connection of his thick cock base and her raw, red, fluttering pussy lips. Rivulets of their mixed sexual secretions trickled down the crack of her quivering ass and soaked the sheet on which she lay. Charles left his deflating pecker in her for a long time, supporting her weight on his knees and elbows as they both fought to catch their breath.
"That was wonderful, darling," she crooned, when he withdrew his limp organ and lay down beside her. "It was marvelous ... simply marvelous!"
He rolled over, smiled smugly when he had his back toward her, pulled open the nightstand drawer, extracted several coins and gave them to Susan.
"What are these for?" she asked.
"They're yours, sweetheart," he said. "From your grandmother's collection. I found them."
"Oh," she said, and forced her mind back to normal. "But they're yours, Charles, You found them."
"I wouldn't feel right about keeping them now," he said. "I want you to have them. They're worth almost two thousand dollars."
"All right, darling," she said. "If you're sure you want me to have them, then I'll take them." She was glad he'd mentioned money, because now she was ready to test his intentions.
"I'll bring the case in here," he offered. "You can put these in with the rest of the rare coins."
"Let it go till morning, Charles." She leaned over and put the coins on the nightstand, then lay back and sighed. "Do you truly love me?" she asked.
He leaned over and kissed her spermy cunt, then wiped his mouth on her stomach as he buried his face in its softness. "You know I do, darling," he said, his words muffled by her flesh. "Could you doubt it after the way I made love to you?"
She caressed his head, thinking how easy it would be to believe him, to take him at his word and let herself go with him. But she wouldn't let herself go. She could love him dearly, but she wouldn't allow it until she knew for sure. It was time to tell him the lie she'd made up, to really test his sincerity once and for all.
"I'm glad you truly love me, Charles. It makes it easier for me to tell you this."
"What do you want to tell me, baby?" he cooed.
"My grandmother was almost broke, Charles. What little money she had left will be eaten up in court. All I'll get is Robards Manor, and there's a mortgage on it. I'll be able to sell it and come out with about fifty thousand dollars. But according to Grandmother's will, it has to be held in trust till I'm thirty-one. The coins, too. Everything. The coins are worth around two hundred thousand, I understand, so eventually I'll inherit about a quarter of a million dollars. But that's in eleven years. In the meantime, darling, you're going to have to find a job and support us. Do you still want to marry me tomorrow?"
Susan could feel his body tensing up. He didn't look at her, and it was several seconds before he said, "Sure, honey. Let's get some sleep now. You must be beat, huh?"
When Susan awakened the next morning, Charles was gone, just as she'd expected he would be. He'd taken the collector's coins off the nightstand, and the relatively worthless case in the living room, as well. She could almost picture him streaking down some highway on his motorcycle, smiling to himself, with the case of coins, as yet unexamined, strapped onto the bike behind him.
"Thanks, Grandma," she said aloud. "Thanks for the lesson. I believe I can take it from here and look after myself and all your money."
The young millionairess showered, got dressed and drove herself into Atlanta. There was a lot to do. See the lawyer. Sell Robards Manor to the sub-dividers. Make funeral arrangements. Get Perro from the humane shelter and put him in obedience school. The magnificent boxer would make a wonderful pet and companion, she was sure. But she wanted him well-trained before she took him to Europe with her.
A month would be long enough to see Europe the way she'd always dreamed of doing, grandly.
There would be men, perhaps, but only when she felt like it, and then on her terms. And after Europe she planned to return to college. Susan was determined to become a teacher. Not a whore, like her grandmother had predicted, either a paid whore or a rich slut.
She was her own woman, at last, and could do or have anything she wanted. It was a good feeling. Damned good. Right then she wanted breakfast, a hearty one, and she pulled the showroom-new, ten-year-old Cadillac into the parking lot of the first nice restaurant she saw.