Chapter 1
It had been dark for only a few minutes when Mike Reston ran the big Buick up over the gravel driveway and braked to a quick stop in front of the house. For a moment he sat in the car and just looked at the imposing front of the large building. He was conscious of the supreme quiet here, far removed from the hurried noises of the city. The air was crisp and clear, smelling of fresh earth and newly cut grass. There was a welcome freedom from the oppressive heavy odors of the crowded city. The house before him was vast and, sitting as it did in the center of a large estate, it suggested a great deal of money. The rich even breathe fresher air, Mike thought taking a deep breath. Mike was not especially nervous, but just to be careful he turned his gaze to the driveway as it fronted the large three-car garage. The drive in front of the garage was empty and the huge door was open so Mike could see inside. There was only one car, a Mustang, that Mike recognized as Elly's. Her husband's car was not there.
He opened the car door and slid out. Mike was a large man, six feet in height and weighing nearly two hundred pounds, but gave the impression of being rather thin. All of his weight was in lean rangy muscle. His shoulders were broad and solid. He had coarse sandy hair that always flew in defiance of comb or brush. His face was not that of a handsome man, but it was rugged and pleasant and he knew that it was attractive to women.
He smiled briefly as he walked up to the door. He felt good. His hand was extended, ready to knock, but the door swung open before him and Elly Farris stood there smiling at him. Her loose blonde hair was hanging down around her soft oval face and her blue eyes had a sleepy sexy look in them as if she had just come from her bed. Her lips brightened into a smile.
"I've been watching for your car," she said, and reached for Mike's hand to lead him into the house. Her voice was soft and melodious. He followed her willingly. Once inside, he glanced about the foyer. Elly saw his glance and misunderstood.
"Oh, don't worry," she said. "He went out of town. He's going to be away for several days." She paused for a moment and then looked at Mike with a gleam in her eye as she said, "We can have all night together."
Her voice was no more than a whisper and Mike felt the silky words as if they were tangible. She made the statement a treasure trove of hidden promise, a harbinger of a thousand unknown delights.
Elly Farris was twenty-eight, blonde and tender. A sleeveless white blouse and full peasant skirt covered what Mike knew to be a passionate and exciting body. He had recently discovered the full flavor of her favors.
She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he took stock of her figure while she stood before him. He was conscious of the way her full breasts pushed out the front of the blouse and the small dots of her nipples behind the thin material told him that she wore no bra.
Mike had not uttered a word since he had entered the house. He just stood there and smiled as he looked at her thrusting breasts. He abandoned himself to the woman's open sexuality. Seeing his gaze and where it settled brought a smile to Elly's face.
Slowly, her hands crept up the sides of her body and tenderly cupped the jutting mounds from below. The action lifted her blouse out of her skirt and Mike saw a band of creamy white flesh between blouse and skirt causing his pulse to quicken.
"Do you like them?" she asked. Her voice kindled the fires of lust within Mike's loins. He felt himself begin to harden in response to her open invitation.
"Treat them gently, Mike. Treat them softly."
She dropped her hands and moved up against him. His nostrils were filled with the perfumed fragrance of her womanly body. But there was more than just the smell of perfume. Part of the smell was that of her ripe body. It was strong and heady like good wine going to his senses. He felt a tingling that raced through his body. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pulled his mouth down onto hers. Her mouth was open, wet, demanding, tasting of sweetness.
Through his shirt Mike felt the hot, hard tips of her breasts rub against him. Her warm sensuous mouth covered his, her tongue diving deeply into his mouth, while her fingers traced lines of fire up and down his back.
Her hips ground into his and he could feel the hardness of her pubic mound against his rising penis. Her full breasts were two thrusting forces against his chest.
He let his hands slip around between them, moving them under the blouse that hung loosely. His hands moved up and over her stomach and cupped the ripe fullness of her breasts. His fingertips found the swollen nipples as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.
Their lips parted and Mike held his head back to look at her. Elly's eyes were closed and her red lips were open. Her warm breathe was sweet and exciting.
"Oooooooh," she moaned. "God, I love that. The nipples ... Oh, oh ... there, that's it."
The already ripe nipples swelled even more under Mike's skilled caresses and Elly's hips began to writhe against his.
"I'm so hot," she moaned heatedly. "I need it."
Her hand darted out and gripped his thrusting penis through the material of his trousers. She gripped him fiercely. With her other hand she tugged at his belt buckle freeing it at last.
Her hand was like fire as she seized the naked flash of his cock.
Mike stooped to pick her up and carried her into the living room and set her down on the huge sofa. Her soft large breasts quivered gently as he set her down, but the turgid passion-filled nipples stuck straight up into the air, fully visible beneath the light summer blouse.
Quickly Mike stepped out of his already loosened pants. Kneeling beside her Mike slipped the blouse off her shoulders. The skirt had only one point of fastening, and when that was free, Elly lifted her hips and Mike was able to pull the skirt free from her body. She lay exposed to his gaze, clad only in a brief whisp of material about her loins. The soft fluff of her golden pubic hair was easily visible through the panties. Her long lovely legs thrashed excitedly. For Mike, the rest of the world receded from consciousness. Now there was only Elly. Only beautiful, passionate Elly, ready and willing to welcome his ardent caresses. Ready for his forceful thrusts into the very center of her womanhood. The roar of his own blood pounded in his ears shutting out all sounds, save Elly's voice.
Her feet dug into the sofa and she lifted her hips to tease him.
"Am I lovely?" she asked, her breath warm against his face. "Do I excite you? Do you want me?"
As she spoke, she moved her hips suggestively. Her moist tongue flicked out and moved over her full lips.
As Mike watched, she spread her thighs and ran her hands up the insides of the slender columns of creamy flesh.
"Watch me," she breathed.
Her hands continued their journey up the insides of her open thighs. They came in contact with her panties and stopped. Slowly her fingers traced little patterns over the light material. Mike could see that the material was damp right over her love lips.
Elly looked into Mike's eyes. He could see the flame of desire burning within her.
Suddenly, she gave a small short scream as if the tension had become too much.
"Take them off of me, darling. Touch me. Make me want it."
Mike needed no further invitation. He put his hands to the panties and she lifted her hips to enable him to pull the material down over her legs. Mike discarded the panties on the floor behind him.
Elly's lovely cunt was now fully exposed to his eager gaze. Beneath her partly spread thighs he could see the soft pink of the lips of her vulva covered with a light spread of blonde curls. Barely visible near the top of her luscious slit was the dark red tip of her clitoris. This small organ was the seat of Elly's pleasure and Mike took his pains to see to it that it received its proper share of attention. Sparkling drops of love dew were caught in the golden curls of the sweet pussy.
Bending down Mike captured one rigid nipple with his mouth and ran his tongue over it gently. His hands played her body as if it were a beautiful instrument and Elly let herself go to follow the demands of Mike's caresses. Her breath was lost in a series of soft moans and mewing sounds. Mike's fingers ran gently over the belly and down to her thighs.
At his touch, Elly spread herself wide open and his questing fingers sought and found the slick wet groove of her pussy. Mike thrust a finger deeply inside. Elly's hands clutched his head and held his mouth to the tip of her breast.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.
Mike worked silently on her passion-wracked body, feeling her respond more and more to his artful stimulation. Her hips stabbed up into the air and pressed firmly against his hand.
"Oh, lover, baby," she panted. Her voice was hoarse with passion.
Elly's head lolled back and her lips pulled back from her teeth in a passionate animal grimace.
Mike struggled to be free of his clothes. His under-shorts fell to the floor.
He hovered above her and her hot hand reached up and clasped his rigid cock, trying to pull him down to her eager cunt. But he held back, enjoying the fevered movements of her body beneath him. His lips continued to nibble at her sweet breasts, teasing one nipple, then the other.
Elly lifted one leg and rubbed it over Mike's flank. Her arms pulled him to her.
"Damn you," she gasped. "Fuck me."
Suddenly her voice changed and she pleaded, "Please, Mike, I can't wait much longer."
Drops of moisture beaded her body as she moved frantically on the sofa arching up to him, offering him the gift of her open cunt.
Slowly he lowered himself down on top of her as he allowed his stiff prick to replace his hand in contact with the outer lips of her slit. He paused with the large head of his staff resting gently between the outer portals leading to the blonde's vagina. With a soft movement he allowed his cock to brush gently against the bud that was the girl's clitoris and was rewarded by a deep convulsive shudder that passed through her slim body.
Then, with a steady measured thrust, Mike sank his large cock deeply into the eager open cunt of the woman beneath him.
He fucked slowly at first, then more violently. He held to the side of the sofa with one hand, fearful that
Elly's vigorous movements would cause them both to tumble to the floor. He buried his face in the hollow of her throat and felt her breath as it whistled next to his ear. The pace quickened. Mike could not resist the urging of her thighs. His hips rolled and ground against hers. Faster and faster they moved. Mike's swollen cock plunged in and out of the hot slick tunnel of Elly's heated cunt. Her excitement raged. Elly's breasts thrust against Mike's chest and her tongue bore into his mouth while her hands pulled and squeezed at his flesh.
Mike abandoned all restraint. He drove forward harder and faster, harder and faster.
As Elly approached her peak, her voice continued to urge him on. He heard, as if from a distance, all the exciting words that she spoke, telling him what to do to her.
Her hoarse voice rasped, "Give it to me, Mike. Give me your cock. Deeper ... deeper. There. In more ... Oh! Oh! Oh! Mike! Oh, God, give it to me till I screeeeeeaammmm!"
Her long legs clasped him tightly. He could feel the walls of her vagina gripping his long prick. Her whole body stiffened as she clutched him as she reached the climax. Mike felt the release flood through him. Lights exploded into million shapes and colors. His body shuddered with the tumultuous wave upon wave of release. His heart beat frantically, smashing against his rib cage. He could feel the repeated spurts as the white flood poured from the end of his tool into the heated spaces of the honeyed cunt of the young woman beneath him.
Slowly his passion subsided.
Minutes ticked by unnoticed. The two lovers lay softly and quietly with only their labored breathing remaining. Elly's right hand lay carelessly across Mike's loins, brushing gently across the limp organ that only moments before had been so large and pleasure giving in her cunt. Elly's blonde curly pussy hair was damp and matted now with the product of their vigorous sexual activity. Between her gently parted thighs appeared the slightly puffy form of her delicate cunt lips beaded with a moisture of their own.
Much later, Mike smoked a cigarette while Elly fixed drinks for them at the sideboard on the other side of the room. She had slipped into a robe and stood with her back to Mike.
"You're just too much woman," he said, his voice relaxed and happy.
"Thank you, sir," Elly said happily, "I'll take that as a compliment if I may."
Mike chuckled.
"Who taught you all that?" he asked. Elly tossed a grin over her shoulder. "Did you like it."
"Do you have to ask."
"I'm a woman of mystery," Elly said. "What you do with that hot body of yours is not mystery," Mike said. "It's more like magic." Elly turned.
"You have the magic wand," she said pointing to Mike's relaxed cock. Mike laughed again.
"But I have the place you like to put it, don't I?" Elly asked. And without waiting for a reply she swept the folds of the robe open in front of her and exposed her blonde loins to Mike's gaze. Gently she let her hands move into the girl fur. They paused only briefly and then pulled gently on the outer lips of her slit opening the whole of her cunt to Mike's view. The randy performance of the sexy girl was overwhelming. Mike immediately felt his prick begin to swell. This was not lost to Elly as she watched the effect that she was having on him as she displayed her body to him.
Mike could see deeply into the red, open gash between Elly's thighs. She leaned back and thrust out her hips to give him a better view. Then she inserted her middle finger of her right hand into the gaping mouth of her twat as far as it would go and rotated her hand, rubbing her whole pussy. Fluid bathed her hand and dribbled down the insides of her thighs.
Mike started up from his seat. His cock was standing full size by now.
With an impatient shrug Elly motioned him to remain where he was.
"Wait a minute. Just watch."
Slowly her hand continued to rub her cunt. Her eyes seemed to glaze over. She let her fingers come out a little way and flutter in a soft teasing motion over the outer lips and the firm bud of her clitoris. Her breath began to labor.
Her voice was soft and distant.
"Do you want to fuck me again, Mike? Are you man enough?"
"Yes," Mike croaked, his voice lost in the thickness of his throat. He had never before been as aroused as he was now. And it was only a short while after they had made love before. But the thrust of his huge cock gave ample evidence of his potency.
He watched in amazement as Elly removed her hand from her hairy pussy and raised the wet five fingers to her mouth. Slowly her tongue peaked out and dabbed at the moisture on the tips of each finger.
"If you want some, you will have to come and get it," she taunted.
Mike came out his chair as if thrust from a cannon barrel. His shoulder hit Elly in the belly and she fell beneath. His open mouth clamped over the heated opening of her cunt and she screamed beneath him. His tongue lanced into the cavern of her vagina and he tasted the sweetness of her sex organs. His lips sucked and pulled at her clitoris and vagina. He had difficulty holding her still while he worked at her blonde love nest, so great was her excitement. His nose was lost in the blonde hair that covered her cunt. He was overwhelmed by her sexy smell.
"Now," she screamed at last. "Fuck me, you sonofabitch. Stick that big thing into me. Fill me up. Make me come."
Mike pulled himself up and leaped between her open thighs. His rigid tool plunged into the open pit between her legs. He slammed into her.
"OOOHHHH," she moaned as she felt him fill her twat. "GOOOOODDDD."
Faster and faster Mike rammed into her. He felt the juice pour from the lips of her cunt soaking his cock and balls. Faster and faster.
And that was what Elly seemed to want, too. She urged him on and slammed her loins up against him. Suddenly she screamed again.
"I'm going to come!"
At that moment Mike felt his load burst from his cock and go shooting in a dozen delightful spasms into the cunt of the woman beneath him
"Give it to me," she begged.
And he did.
He continued to ram his heavy meat into her. He fucked her fiercly until she lay passively and exhausted under him.
"Oh, God, you're good," she said in a sigh. "So goddamn good, my darling."
Mike had no idea of how much time passed. Finally he aroused and looked over at Elly. "Time for that drink now?" he asked.
Elly busied herself at the bar on the other side of the room. Mike took advantage of her momentary preoccupation to study the huge living room. He crushed out the cigarette that he had just lit in a large ornate ashtray that seemed to be a giant swan with a hollowed out back. There was no doubt about one thing. There was a hell of a lot of money in that room.
The room was very large and filled with plush expensive furniture. On the wall on the far side of the room over Elly's head Mike saw an original painting by an artist whose work he could recognize, but whose name he could not recall. Masite or Maceet or something like that. It really didn't matter. The quality of the painting, obviously superb, was the real factor to be considered. Mike had taken a sincere, but decidedly amateur interest in painting for a number of years. Usually his interests only served to remind him how far removed he was from the world of elegance and expensive tastes that good art seemed to imply. The painting was pushed out of his thoughts. It was only a well colored weird blend of geometric shapes and lines that had no meaning for Mike. He was only guessing, but he estimated the cost of the picture to be in the neighborhood of ten thousand dollars and that was what filled his mind now. When somebody can afford to spend ten grand on something as useless as a picture to cover up some bare wall in his living room, then he is loaded by anybody's standards.
Elly carried his drink back to him from across the room. It was obvious from the way that she walked that she was all business now. And Mike was ready for business too. He was fully satisfied from his lovemaking on the sofa, but he was still not so tired that he failed to notice the saucy bounce of Elly's large breasts under the thin robe that she wore. He was amazed at the effect that this woman had on him. He fancied that he could see the large swollen tips of her breasts making two circular ripples in the coat on either side.
The lovely blonde handed Mike his drink and sat down on a chair across from him. She took a sip of her drink and set the glass down on the coffee table beside her chair. Mike watched a ring of moisture settle on the table top.
Elly peered at him through lowered lashes as she said, "And now down to business."
Mike smiled and tasted his drink, but was silent.
Finally, after a long silence, he said, "When you're ready." The drink warmed him and he felt his muscles relax even more.
Mike was interested, of course. In fact, very interested in the business that Elly wanted to discuss, but there was no sense in showing how he felt until he had a chance for a little more time to appraise the situation and see just how Elly was going to go about her part of it.
One thing was certain. Mike knew that it meant money. A good deal of money and he could not deny that he liked the fringe benefits that went along with doing business with Elly. But there was also a need for a lot of caution. Money and sex could cause a man to leap before he took the time to look and Mike was going to play this for all that it was worth. He had to be careful. His intense reaction to Elly's sexual magnetism frightened him somewhat. He had to maintain his distance from her. He had seen more than one man get so excited about following his cock around that he never stopped to see where it was leading him. When he finally did wake up and look around it was usually too damn late.
That was not going to happen to him, Mike reminded himself for what seemed like the hundredth time.
When Elly saw that Mike was not going to say anything she reached for a cigarette and lighter on the coffee table. She paused long enough for Mike to get up and take the lighter from her and light her cigarette if he wanted to, but Mike just sat in his chair and looked at her quietly.
"Damned independent, aren't you?" she said. She smiled as she said it and Mike thought that they were beginning to understand each other a little better.
Finally she asked, "Okay, what do you think about it?"
Mike wanted to be careful here. He took a moment to mull it over in his mind. He had made his decision, but he ran over the details searching for a loophole that Elly might be able to use to get the advantage. With lovely warm body so close and available, Mike had to keep reminding himself that if he was not careful she could take him in and skin him alive before he even knew what she was up to. Just like the male spider who is eaten by the female spider after he has satisfied her needs, Mike would probably blindly enjoy his execution proceedings until the final fatal moment.
He glanced at Elly to see her regarding him with eyes that were not at all soft now, not at all warm. She saw him looking at her. "Can't you talk."
"I'm just thinking," he replied.
"Thinking? About what? Haven't you had enough time to think it over?"
"I'm not thinking about the deal," Mike said. Knowing it would please her he added, "I was just thinking about us."
He had been right.
"Oh," she said. A brief smile touched her lips.
Let her think what she wanted to, Mike thought. He was sure that her only thoughts were about how he regarded her body. She seemed sure that she had taken him in.
His relationship with Elly had developed in a strange way. Several weeks ago Elly had surprised self. She had given him the name of a good friend that he had had in the service and had said that Barry King had said to say hello to Mike Reston when she got back to town. Elly had suggested to Mike that they meet for a drink and Mike had been happy to go along with the suggestion. There was no denying the warm overtones that he heard over the phone. Even the cold impersonal telephone could not mask Elly's sexy appeal. They met for a drink in one of the downtown night spots and had spoken briefly of their mutual friend. It was only when Mike offered to take her home that Elly had mentioned that she was married. He had noticed the absence of rings on her fingers. Mike had driven her home that evening, but had dropped her off a block from her house.
Mike had no intentions of seeing her again, but two days later she had called him again and asked him to come to the house to see her. Mike had hesitated. He made it a practice to steer clear of married women. Usually they were more trouble and danger than they were worth. They could make things messy when their own guilt finally forced them to confess it all to their husbands or girl friends. But Elly was something special. Again he heard the warmth of her voice as she spoke to him over the phone. There was no mistaking the sound of her voice and what lay behind that warm invitation.
He had gone to see her and had spent the night with her. Her husband was frequently out of town and they had been sleeping together almost every night for the past two weeks.
Not really sleeping, of course. A night with Elly was a night of pure blissful agony. Mike was, at the same time, so satisfied and so worn out that he could not even decide what his reaction was to the blonde woman. But he came back for more and more. Her heated thighs and the wet cavern of her eager cunt overwhelmed his senses. He had explored with his hands, eyes and tongue every corner of that magnificent body. And he knew that he would never really have enough. It was this realization that made him careful now.
Suddenly two nights ago, while they were lying in bed after making love, Elly had broached the subject that she wanted to discuss now.
Mike worried it in his mind. The whole thing sounded too easy. He was leary of something that seemed to give so much for so little effort.
"Elly," he said at last, "if this thing works, your husband just has to be the prize ass of all time."
Elly set her drink down and took a deep drag on her cigarette. Then she snuffed it out in the ashtray. She got to her feet and paced about the room while Mike's eyes followed her.
"When it comes to making a judgment about my husband," she said sharply, "I know what I'm doing. He has a good head for business, all right. I'll give him that, but outside of the office when it comes to women and sex, Mike, he's a real class A jerk."
Mike was surprised to hear the venom in her voice as she spoke about her husband.
"It seems to me that he knows plenty about women if he could catch someone like you," Mike said evenly.
Elly smiled at the compliment, but shook her head as if to deny it.
"If anything, I got him. like I said, he seems to know nothing about women. He had money when I went to work for him and I had only one dress in my closet besides the one I wore to work that first day. I was flat broke when I started working in his office and I hated being poor. He saw me and he wanted me. Sure, I led him on, but I held out for marriage. That was all. This was what he really wanted."
With those words Elly reached down and pulled her housecoat apart exposing to Mike's gaze once again the fluffy blonde hair that covered her pussy.
"He wanted my cunt, Mike. If I had given it to him he would never have married me. He even offered me money for just one time between my legs. I turned him down. He didn't know what to make of me. He never knew how much I weighed the advantages and disadvantages of screwing him just for a few bucks. With all his money he was so used to having every girl happy to shuck her bra and panties just for the chance to jump in bed under his cock, that when I refused he really thought he had something unique."
Elly paused to light another cigarette. She took a hurried puff and smiled wryly, the smoke curling around her head saying, "He's had some damn good rides for his money."
Then the smile was gone and her face was cool once more.
"Believe me. When I say that it will work, it will work."
She stopped in the middle of the room and stood regarding Mike silently. She waited for his reaction.
Mike marveled at the remarkable competence of the woman. He could never let himself forget that she could be a very dangerous enemy.
"Okay," Mike said finally, "Let's go over it again."
She nodded curtly, but gave him a rewarding smile. She began to talk again, the words flowing easily and surely from her lips.
"Actually, there's nothing to it. In fact, I've already started it going. I cut him off at home over a month ago. We don't even sleep in the same bedroom anymore. Allan is no monk. He's getting his screwing someplace else. You can bet on that. All we have to do is catch him at it. A couple of pictures, a tape of their voices and the bed springs squeaking and good old Allan is in the bag. We will have him by the balls."
"You pass the pictures and the other stuff on to me and I ask Allan for a divorce. This state is murder on adultery and even without community property laws, he'll know that I'll be able to nail him for plenty. He may want to fight it so I'll be the sweet wonderful wife that I have always been and give him a way out.
If he will give me the divorce and a substantial cash settlement I will give up any claims that I might have to anything else of his. He can even keep my car and jewelry."
Mike must have looked doubtful. Elly paused and shook her head vigorously.
"He'll eat it up. He'll probably even think that I am doing him a favor."
Elly paused once more.
"And naturally," she said slowly, "whatever we get we split evenly between the two of us."
"Naturally," Mike said. "How much do we ask for?" Elly let a long time pass before she answered. "How does an even million sound to you?" Mike whistled. "Will we get it?" Elly shook her head.
"I doubt it," she replied. "But I think that we can count on about half of that after all the arguments are over. Allan is worth nearly ten million and he'll know that I could string him along for years if I wanted to. In the long run, that way I ought to get more than a half million. But this way is better. Don't worry. He'll settle."
Mike sat quietly for several moments thinking to himself. He thought about the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars that Elly promised him as his share. Then he spent a few more minutes thinking about all the imagine double crosses that she could pull to keep the whole thing for herself. Why should she give him a single dollar when she could have it all for herself?
Finally he looked straight at her and asked, "What's my guarantee?"
Elly frowned.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "What kind of guar-entee?"
Mike knew full well that she knew what he meant. The way she pretended innocence made him all the more confident that he was wise to be careful in his dealing with this beautiful woman. She was not the kind to give away anything for nothing. And that included the favors locked between the curve of her silken thighs.
"I mean what keeps you from pulling out with the money and leaving me holding an empty bag?"
Elly smiled slowly and ran her hands down the front of her stomach to a point just above the juncture of her thighs. Her fingers rubbed slowly over the slight jut of her pubic mound. Mike could make out the ball of curls that decorated her lusty cunt beneath the light touch of her hands.
Immediately he was aware of the rush of blood to his stiffening cock. Twice, within the past hour he had plunged his pulsating ramrod into her meaty gash. Twice, within the past two hours he had poured his hot come into the slick tunnel of her vagina. And still he could not stop himself from being aroused at her provocative gestures. His own eagerness scared him.
"There's me," Elly said.
"That's no guarantee," Mike said. He was aware of the strange sound to his voice. He fought to control it. "Not enough?" Elly asked. "We could get married."
"Not enough," Mike said.
"What then?" There was a note of harshness to Elly's voice now. A note that had not been there a moment before.
Mike reached for his drink before answering. He drained the last few drops that were mostly melted ice by this time and set the glass back down on the table.
"How about this," he said. "We draw up an agreement. We just put down what we plan to do and we sign it. We both get copies. That way neither one of us can ditch tne other. If you decided to dump me, I show my copy to Allan's lawyers and you get some time in the women's reformatory for extortion and neither of us gets the money."
Mike expected her to argue. The suggestion that he had made was virtually useless as far as any sort of protection was concerned, but he was in a precarious position. He did not want any of this on paper, but he had to see how far Elly would go. If she bought the agreement in writing she was probably on the level. At least with him.
She surprised him by nodding her head.
"Fine," she said. "Get the papers typed up and we can sign them. But for God's sake be careful with them."
"If you can think of anything better..., " Mike said.
She shook her head and her loose blonde hair whipped around her face. She brushed at it with one hand.
Mike could not help but be amazed at the business-like attitude that she had now after what they had done just a few minutes before on the sofa. Her eyes were cool now and she was every bit the business woman. She seemed totally unaware of her lush woman's body beneath the robe.
She walked over and took his empty glass from his chair side table.
"Do you want another drink?"
Mike shook his head.
"Do you want anything else?"
Her meaning was unmistakable. But Mike could see that she was a woman offering sex now as a bribe. Something to satisfy the male animal and he wanted no part of it.
"No," he said, "I'll be on my way."
He got to his feet and Elly walked to the door with him.
At the door, she took Mike's hand and held it to her warm breast. He could feel her heart beating.
"Feel my tit, Mike." She lifted his hand and moved it to her other breast. "Feel them both. They're yours for as long as you want them."
Mike was aware of the firmness beneath his hand.
"And this too, darling," Elly said lifting his hand from her breast.
She placed his hand over the outthrust of her pubis. The pussy hair crinkled beneath Mike's hand. He felt an almost unbelievable heat pour from her.
Slowly she rotated her hips and ground herself into his hand.
"Any time you want it, Mike. Any time at all." Mike let his hand fall free.
"Don't worry," she said. "It will work out fine. We'll both have all the money we will ever need."
Mike looked down into her eyes and smiled.
"I'm not worried," he said. "I know what I'm doing."
Elly stood in the open doorway as Mike walked to his car. He waved to her as he turned out of the long curved driveway onto the street.
He wished that he felt as confident about the whole damn thing as he had pretended to be to Elly.