Chapter 5
From the way that Cindy had been behaving, Gerrie knew that she had gone too far too fast in initiating the inexperienced young girl into all-girl love-making. The loss of her husband's love and companionship had been a terrible shock to Cindy, and then becoming involved in lesbian sex so soon afterwards had alarmed Cindy and scared her off, at least for the time being.
It was true that many converts to lesbianism were girls who had been hurt or disappointed in normal heterosexual love. Others become involved because their sexual appetities had been aroused and there was no satisfactory man available to satisfy them. Eventually this would be the case with Cindy, Gerrie was sure, but that first trial had come too son, before Cindy really needed a substitute for her missing husband. Having a girl sex-partner might make Cindy feel less guilty than cheating with some other man, but not quite yet. Also an experienced and expert lesbian knew and cared more about the techniques of pleasing a girl than some rough impatient man. So all Gerrie had to do now was wait a while and continue to show Cindy how concerned she was for the girl's welfare and safety.
At the Skyway and beyond their normal working hours Gerrie tried to make life easier for Cindy, protecting her from aggressive demanding men, ahd helping her with details of life at the nightclub. By restoring Cindy's faith in her and their friendship, Gerrie knew that sooner or later another chance would come to enjoy her as a sex partner.
By keeping her eyes and ears open Gerrie had gotten to know quite a lot about the special problems that Sam was having in operating the Skyway, including that fact that considerable political pressure was being brought to bear to have the topless dancing show abolished. Sam was not the sort of man to accept such a defeat, especially when it would mean the loss of considerable money to him. It seemed obvious to Gerrie that the best way to fight this conservative pressure was by creating an effective counter-pressure in local circles. This meant buying some important local politician, so Gerrie was interested in seeing who would be propositioned, and how the payoff would be accomplished. There were really only two methods of bribing a man, she knew. Money and women. Which would it be?
When Gerrie saw Sam being very cordial and agreeable with a tall thin older man on several evenings in a row, it became evident that this was the local power that Sam was going to exploit for his own benefit. A few casual inquiries revealed that the man's name was Charley and that he was a very important influence in local politics and even had considerable power at the state level. And when Charley's male interest in Cindy became evident by the vigor of his applause and the lewd attention he paid to her every appearance on the stage, Gerrie knew the nature of the bribe to be used to save Sam from the authorities.
Not only did Gerrie honestly want to save Cindy from being used as a sexual pawn in this political game, but if Cindy knew that she had been saved from rape and abuse through Gerrie's efforts, then Cindy would feel almost duty-bound to repay Gerrie for her help in ways that both girls would find most enjoyable. This might be just the chance that Gerrie had been hoping for, to snare Cindy permanently into a lesbian way of life and love.
Gerrie say Sam waylay Cindy and take her into his private office, obviously for a talk and bargaining session. When Sam emerged a little later alone, and went down to the bar, Gerrie also observed it. Then Sam was leading Charley back to the office, with both men smiling lasciviously at what they knew was planned, Gerrie was sure she was on the right track. Cidy's lovely young body was the price that Charley was to be paid for protecting the Skyway.
Gerrie was on stage, doing her own stint of go-go dancing while she watched the last phase of this plot develop, so it was some time later before she could try to do anything about rescuing Cindy from her fate. But luck was still against her, for as she started backstage after finishing her session in the cage, Gerrie encountered an insistent drunk in the corridor leading from the men's room.
He must have been about thirty, and nearly six feet tall, with a husky athletic build. He was expensively dressed and not bad looking, in a dark, Latin way, but Gerrie would not really have been interested in him under any circumstances. There had been times in her life when she would have given in to him for reasons of money, but now she was in a hurry to rescue Cindy and tried to give the man a quick brush-off.
"Hi there, honey. I was hoping to meet you close up after watching you swing it around in the cage," he greeted her, grabbing her arms as she tried to pass. "How about you and me getting together so I can have a chance to play with all the goodies you've been showing off?"
"Not now, buddy. I'm in a hurry," said Gerrie calmly. "Maybe later I'll have time for you."
"I want you now. Later you'll probably disappear and leave me all hung up with no place to go and nowhere to put it," he insisted, trying to feel and fondle her bare breasts. "I'll square it with Sam for you to take an hour or so off now so we can have us a party. Just watching you show off what you've got has given me a bad case of the hots. Come on, honey. I'll make it worth your while, I'm no cheapskate. Sam will tell you."
"I told you I can't now. I'm in a hurry," replied Gerrie flatly, anxious to escape him without any fuss. "I have to go to the John."
"Good. I'll come along and hold your hand," offered the man, grinning. "Then we can take off and have our party."
"Not now. Maybe later," said Gerrie, trying to escape his groping hands and move along the corridor toward Sam's office where Cindy and Charley probably were. "I've got something important to do now. I'll make a date to meet you after the last set tonight. Sam won't be mad, that way."
"Not a chance. I know that deal. I want you now so that's the way it's going to be," said the man, beginning to get angry. "Stop stalling me or I'll have to get tough and take what I want, whether you like it or not."
"I don't think that would be a very good idea," said Gerrie quietly, edging along to where the cross corridor was wider, offering more room for maneuvering. "If you try anything rough with me, you may be in for a shock."
"I'm awful scared, honey," mocked the young husky man as he followed her. "If I make a grab for one of those big titties of yours, what are you going to do? Try to slap my face? Or even spit at me? Come on, and be smart. Give me the kicks I want, and there won't be any trouble for anybody. I'll pay you plenty if you're nice to me."
In the deserted wider corridor near Sam's office the man grabbed her roughly and his hands began to search her body crudely as he tried to kiss her. With an ease that startled the man, Gerrie broke free and faced him, saying, "So you really want kicks?"
"That's right, honey. The kind of kicks only you can give me," he said smirking as he again reached for her.
Gerrie turned half away from him in a quick lithe movement, and bent her body forward till her torso in all its nearly naked beauty was almost parallel with the floor. Then she kick straight backward with one foot, her heel landing with the power of a pile-drive, right in the man's stomach. He was stopped in mid-stride, his mouth open as he gasped for breath, and Gerrie stepped smoothly away from him and out of reach. As she again faced him she asked quietly, "Have you had enough for now, buddy. When I-say 'NO', I really mean 'NO, and don't forget it. That's the only kid of kicks you'll get from me."
The expression of startled pain on the young man's face was quickly replaced by one of murderous anger. He charged at her, swung a powerful right hand at her face as he grunted, "No dame gets away with getting tough with me. You're gonna be sorry you did that, you bitch."
Gerrie easily stepped back allowing the blow to pass harmlessly in front of her face. The power he had exerted threw the man off balance when his blow missed, and Gerrie allowed him to spin as she slipped her right arm under his passing arm and then across his chest. She pulled up and to her left while thrusting her hip against the man's back just above his hip, and the man was flying through the air, thrown by the force of his own efforts, to land on the floor on his back six feet away.
Again he was gasping for his lost breath as he scrambled quickly to his feet in deadly rage. Twice he had been hurt and humiliated by this girl whom he had been determined to use for his sexual pleasure. He was six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, and he was a MAN, but she was making a complete fool of him. No one else had seen his defeat, but he needed revenge and was going to get it.
He advanced toward her with mayhem in his eyes. If he could just get his hands on her, he'd half kill her before making her perform every known sexual act for him. He'd show her she couldn't get away with thwarting him this way. His movements were slightly hampered by the coat and trousers he was wearing, while Gerrie was really stripped for action, but he didn't even consider this. Once he got his hands on her tender sensitive body, he'd have her screaming for mercy within seconds.
As he advanced he had just stepped forward with his right foot, his weight still on his left foot. Before his right foot touched the floor in that last step, Gerrie had kicked out sideways from her left with her left foot, kicking his right foot out from under him and across in front of his left foot. With nothing to stand on the man toppled heavily to the floor while Gerrie stood smiling over him.
The shock of this third tumble shook him up and he stared unbelieving up at her as she asked quietly, "Have you had enough for tonight? Or do you want to try some more?"
"You bitch. I'm going to teach you," he grated in his terrible shame and anger. "You're going to be the sorriest broad in this state before I'm through with you. No one gets away with mauling Tony Jordan like that."
"I seem to be doing pretty well, for openers," said Gerrie calmly, in contrast to his panting rumpled appearance. "I'm willing to call this all off, if you are."
"Not a chance, cookie. I'm going to give you a working over you'll never foget," he threatened. "Just wait till I get my hands on you. Then it will be a different story all around."
He got slowly to his feet and. started toward her, trying to pen her into a corner where her movement would be limited and his superior strength would prevail. He feinted to his right, and as she dodged the other way he caught her, and wrapped his powerful arms around her, his fingers digging cruelly into the sensitive hemispheres of her bare breasts, as she turned so her back was toward him. Instantly she jerked her head backward, bashing her head hard against his nose so that he saw stars and felt bone crack. Automatically his eyes filled with tears and felt blood begin to drip down his face, his blood, he knew.
He quickly thrust her away from him to avoid being butted in the face again, and his fingers locked with deadly strangling strength around her slim throat. He was so intent on hurting and punishing her that he had no chance to note the smile of satisfaction that lit up Gerrie's face. Being strangled could be dangerous, but she knew that any person's hands were stronger than any enemy's fingers. He had insisted on fighting, and now it was all over.
With a swift dexterity that made her movements seem calm and deliberate, Gerrie grabbed his two little fingers in her hands and bent them backwards until she heard the bones snap. Before Tony could release her, and while he howled in agony, she got hold of two more of his fingers from around her neck, and broke them backwards too.
He staggered back away from this fiend in female form and stared with morbid fascination at the four fingers on his hands which were jutting out grotesquely in painfully distorted positions. Without his hands he was defeated, and he knew it, but he had to have one more try at conquering this unbelievably seductive and dangerous witch. With all his remaining strength, Tony kicked out at her, aiming the pointed toe of his shoe at her crotch. He had been totally ineffective against her so far, but if this kick landed he would feel as if he had gained at least a draw in his striving for sexual supremacy. He couldn't win, considering the state of his hands, but that kick against the delicate sensitive tissues between her legs would make them even for now.
With a quick thrust backwards of her hips, Gerrie allowed his kick to come driving up in front of her. She grabbed his ankle and pushed upwards still further, carrying his kick onward and upward to an impossible extreme that lifted him completely off the floor by the power of his own actions, only slightly aided by her shove. As Tony came crashing down, the first thing that hit the floor was the back of his head. He didn't even quiver as he lay unconscious and limply helpless at her feet.
It was just at this moment that Sam, the club manager, arrived to see how things were working out in his office between Cindy and the politician, Charley. The sight of a man lying as if dead in the corridor, with Gerrie standing calmly over him, brought Sam to a quick alarmed stop.
"What .happened? Who is he? Did you kill him?" asked Sam quickly.
"His name is Tony something, and he kept trying to get at me for sex after I warned him and tried to brush him off nicely. And I'm sure he isn't dead."
"He shouldn't have tried to get at you when you told him off," said Sam, as if to himself. "I found out that doesn't pay, the first time I tried too hard. What did you do to him?"
"He fell on his head, he's pretty well shaken up after a few other falls, and he has some broken fingers," said Gerrie quietly as the man on the floor began to moan and stir at their feet.
"I guess he's lucky, if he really got rough with you," mused Sam, remembering his own defeat. "But I don't think he'll consider himself lucky, under the circumstances. What shall I do with him?"
"When he snaps out of it in a few minutes, why not send him home in a taxi? That way he can explain what happened to him in any way he wants. Tell him he'd better see a doctor about getting those fingers set right. And to find out how bad a concussion he had from landing on his head," suggested Gerrie. "I had to be pretty rough on him."
"I see what you mean," said Sam sadly as the man on the floor began struggling to stand up, muttering incoherent threats. Just as that moment the office door opened, and Cindy stepped out, completely naked except for the tatters of her costume panties which she clutched protectively against her crotch.
"Are you all right, Cindy?" asked Gerrie quickly stepping over to put her arm around the younger girl.
"Yes, I guess so," replied Cindy, confused by the scene before her. "Who's that man? What happened to him?"
Sam looked up from where he was helping Tony and said wryly, "He tried to get sexy with your pal, Gerrie. It doesn't work out, and he found it out the hard way. It never pays to tangle with Gerrie. Lots of people around here have found that out."
Cindy stared in confusion at Gerrie and then at the big husky young man who was being assisted groggily to his feet. He shook his head as if to clear away some inner fog, and staggered when he tried to stand alone, staring down with horror at his deformed hands with their unnaturally bent fingers. He glared menacingly at Gerrie as memory returned, but made no threatening move toward her.
"Take it easy, Tony," advised Sam in the friendly cajoling voice he used on obstreperous drunks. "You've had a little accident, but you'll be all right. I'll send you home in a cab, and then you can see your doctor about getting fixed up. The sooner you leave and get taken care of, the better you'll feel tomorrow, pal. Come on, Tony. I'll get you started home, before there's any more trouble for anyone. Just take it easy and you'll be OK."
Tony kept staring at Gerrie, as if trying to believe his memory of what had happened, but he allowed himself to be led away docilely. The two girls stared questioningly at each other for a moment when they were alone in the deserted corridor, and then they each asked simultaneously, "Are you all right? What happened?"
This mutual chorus of questions broke the tension which had been gripping them all. Both girls giggled, and then Gerrie tenderly led her young friend off toward their dressing room. With that semblance of privacy Gerrie said, "Get your street clothes on, Cindy. We're through for the night ... Sam will understand, I know. And you're coming home to spend the night at my place, so I can find out what happened to you in there with the big shot politician. I may have to teach him and Sam a lesson, if they were too hard on you tonight. Come on and get dressed, Cindy. I'll take care of you and keep you safe from those horrible men."