Chapter 8
The next few days kept Mike busy at work. He was glad that he had enough to keep his mind occupied. He had several jobs that would take him out of town, but he was reluctant to leave his office or his apartment sure that Jack Anderson would call any time now. He wanted to be sure that he missed no opportunity to get Farris. If he let one chance slip by there was no telling how long it would be before it would come up again.
Friday morning he was at his desk when the phone rang. His secretary was out of the office and Mike picked up the phone himself.
"Reston? "the voice asked.
"That's right," Mike replied.
"This is Jack Anderson. I think we have something." Mike's heart pounded. This could be it. "Let me hear it and I'll decide," Mike said impatiently.
He was irritated with Anderson's slow way of getting into it.
"Can we talk on the phone?" Anderson asked. "It's safe. Go ahead."
"Okay. I've been following Farris like you told me. I'll tell you one thing. That guy is a mover. He's always on the go. I'm really earning my money."
"Skip the crap," Mike said.
There was a pause and Mike could hear Anderson swallow several times. What the hell Mike thought. He didn't have to worry about Anderson's feelings.
"There's a girl," Anderson continued, "Just like you figured. He doesn't have an apartment for her, but they meet several times a week in hotels around town."
Mike was eager now. This was it.
"Go on."
"He has a room reserved at the Waymore Hotel for tomorrow night. I was able to get the room number for you."
"Are you sure it's for the girl? It could be business or even to get away from his wife for a while."
"Naw. He registered Mr. and Mrs. and used a phony name. That's not a business meeting."
"What's the room number?"
"502," Anderson said. "It cost me an extra hundred to get that. I'll add it to your bill."
"Fuck you, Anderson," Mike said harshly. "With what we pay you, you can damn well take the extra hundred out of that."
"Wait a minute before you get all excited. There's more. I registered room 504 for you. It's under the name Wright, William Wright. That cost me a hundred more. Will I get it?"
"You're damn right you will," Mike said happily. "Maybe you're not such a jerk after all."
"Thanks a lot," Anderson replied with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I know what I'm doing. Now that ends my part of it, right?"
"Right."
"What about my dough?"
"If this turns out as you say you will have your money Monday morning," Mike told him. "If it flops we'll still have to keep trying."
"Listen, Reston. I came through for you," Anderson said. "If you blow it now you can't blame me."
"But, damn it, we don't know for sure yet, do we?" Mike asked heatedly. Anderson backed down at the tone of Mike's voice.
"Okay," he said. "Monday will be fine. Bring cash to my office."
"You'll get it," Mike said.
Mike replaced the phone trying hard to control his raging excitement. In a few days it would all be over. He would have a cool quarter of a million dollars in his own hands. He had to celebrate. He thought momentarily of Elly and knew that that was out of the question. Not at this point in the operation. Still he had to let her know.
Once again Mike picked up the phone and dialed Elly's number. There was little danger in calling her at home he knew. He had not spoken to her since Marcia Lawton's party several days earlier.
"I thought you had servants to answer the phone," Mike said as Elly answered.
"I'm not helpless, you know," Her voice was soft and Mike tried to read what she felt.
"What happened to you the other night?" he asked.
"What happened to me?" she exclaimed. "What about you?"
"You left before I did," Mike told her. "I stayed for the show."
"I heard about Patti's act. God. She will go after anything with a cock. Did you help her out?"
"No, I'm afraid that I passed it up. I think a lot of people enjoyed it though."
"I can imagine."
"What about you?"
"If you must know, I wound up with Wes Underwood. No sex. Just talk. That's probably more than you can say. Whose panties did you take off? I'll bet they were Marcia's." Elly's voice held the tone a taunt, but Mike could tell that she was not seriously angry.
He changed the subject.
"Jack Anderson called."
"Oh?" she replied quickly. "What did he say."
"It looks like tomorrow night."
"Where?" she asked breathlessly. Mike hesitated, but then went ahead and told her. "Allan has a room at the Waymore Hotel for tomorrow night."
"Are you sure it's with a girl?"
"Not as sure as I would like to be, but he's registered under a phony name so I think that we have a good chance."
"Oh, Mike," Elly said, her voice rising with excitement. "Come see me tonight."
"Not tonight," Mike said. "It's too close to have something foul it up at this point. I'll call you as soon as it is over. Or as soon as it flops. One way or the other, you'll know."
"Tell me what you plan to do."
Again Mike hesitated. But he had to trust Elly, for god's sake. She was part of it.
"It's simple, really. I just tape the sounds, then bust in and get a few pictures."
For a moment Elly remained silent.
"Be careful, Mike."
"Don't worry about me," he said. "I want to be around to spend all the money we're going to get."
"Mike, I'm sorry, I don't want to sound like a silly woman, but maybe you should take a gun or something."
"A gun?" He was surprised.
"Just to be sure," she said. "Just to scare anybody if trouble comes up."
For some reason Mike did not want to tell Elly about the gun he had and had already planned to take with him.
"Don't worry," he repeated. "I can handle myself."
"Okay. You know best."
"I'll call you," he said.
"I'll be waiting," she said and hung up.
Without returning the phone to the cradle Mike dialed Sandy's number. He glanced at his watch as he dialed and nodded to see that it was late enough so that she would be home.
When he got her on the phone he told her to be ready for him in about an hour. She tried to get him to tell her where they were going, but he refused to do insisting that it would have to be a surprise.
"Mike, you know I can't stand surprises," she squealed in delight.
"You have to this time," he insisted. "Oh, you."
"Be ready."
"I will."
She was waiting for him at the door when he arrived about fifty minutes later.
"Ready?" he asked when she opened the door at his knock.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said and kissed him on the lips.
He helped her with her light spring coat and walked with him to his car. It was another beautiful spring evening and the ride was pleasant. Several times Sandy asked where they were going, but Mike refused to tell her.
"Hungry?" Mike asked her once they were out on the highway.
Sandy nodded and said that she was.
They stooped at a road house and had a quick drink while the kitchen fixed them both up with steak sandwiches. After they had eaten they returned to the car and Mike pointed it in a direction away from the city.
They drove for about a half an hour with the car radio playing softly. Sandy snuggled down in the seat and put her head on Mike's arm. She sighed softly.
Mike turned off the main road and continued on a gravel road for several miles. After what seemed like a hundred turns and curves the road leveled out and Sandy could see a small brown building in through the trees. The parking lot next to the building was filled to capacity.
"Mike," she cried in surprise. "What is it? I never even knew that this place existed."
"Just wait," Mike told her with a huge grin. "Is it a party."
"Wait, you'll see."
"Oh, you," she said, but was silent after that.
Sandy followed Mike up to the door. The door was solid with no window and, as she looked at the rest of the squat building, she was surprised to note that all of the windows had been painted over with black paint. This only served to increase her curiosity.
Mike knocked on the door. It was opened immediately by a large heavy set man with an ugly scar across his cheek. For a moment he looked at them, then his face brightened.
"Mike! You're a son of a bitch, but I'm happy to see you anyway."
"Call yourself names," Mike told him and reached to shake the outstretched hand.
"Charlie told me you called. I told him you wouldn't come. Mike Reston forgets his old friends." The man's voice was deep and gruff, but held no malice.
"You know better than that, Turk."
Turk grinned.
"I'm kidding," he said.
Sandy stood silently as the two men exchanged a few words. Finally Mike broke away from the man he had called Turk and led Sandy to a small table that had two chairs next to it. The room was filled with about twenty-five tables just like theirs and there were people at most of them. There were drinks on most of the tables and the people spoke in soft voices. Most of the tables were occupied by couples like Sandy and Mike, but at several tables there were pairs of women and one foursome.
At the far end of the room a heavy curtain screened whatever was on the other side. Mike ordered drinks for himself and Sandy from a small man who drifted up to their table and then away again with hardly any sound at all. The effect was to create a sort of dream like state for Sandy. It seemed almost unreal, but not for any reason that she could put her finger on.
They had no more time than for a brief sip of their drinks before they both became aware of the soft, but steady beat of a distant drum. The sound was soft and pleasant, but grew in intensity as they listened. People settled in their seats. The room was quiet. No one made a sound.
The lighted room began to dim. The drum was joined by the wail of a saxophone. Sandy felt her excitement rise. She reached out to grasp Mike's hand. He looked at her and smiled. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed his back.
Suddenly the curtains began to separate slowly. They revealed a small stage that held nothing except a large touch. From off to one side a woman entered. She wore a long evening gown and incredibly high-heeled shoes. Her dark black hair swirled down over her shoulders. She seemed to glide to the center of the stage. She was beautiful. Her full red lips and sparkling eyes made her face intensely exciting.
Slowly she began to dance. Her movements carried her across the stage with her long black hair swinging free. Occasionally a violent shake of her head would send the hair cascading down over her face. Her shoulders moved almost hypnotically as she reached behind her and loosened the long gown she wore. The top fell away from her breasts, but she caught it before it bared her chest. The music came faster and faster. She moved her body in time to the music letting the swelling tempo of the drum catch her up and carry her along. Her hips began to gyrate back and forth and at last she let the top of her dress fall free exposing her magnificent breasts. They were large and full, standing high and haughty with no support. Her nipples were a fierce angry shade of purple.
Quickly now, the girl on the stage let the rest of the dress fall away from her body and she stood there in only a skimpy wisp of material that fringed her loins. Her hips continued to move as she kept time to the music. Her hands crept over the large tips of her tits, rubbing and caressing them as if they were not a part of her own body, but those of an unseen lover. Her face revealed her sensual delight. Her mouth opened and her eyes flashed.
It was obvious that the girl gloried in showing her body to the people before her. Her thighs slowly opened and she ran her hands up over them from the inside. All around Mike and Sandy could be heard labored breathing as the people in the audience became caught up in the sexy display on the stage.
For Mike this was different than the night when he had walked out of the show at Marcia's. Perhaps it was the presence of the lovely girl beside him. A girl for whom he was coming to care quite deeply. At any rate the erotic dance stimulated him more than all the fucking he had witnessed that night.
With a sudden movement the girl on the stage pulled the last slip of cloth from her body and tossed it aside. She stood still for a moment letting all take a good look at her naked body. Her breasts stood high. A huge patch of heavy hair sprouted from the lower part of her belly. It was impossible to catch even a glimpse of the lips of her cunt through the heavy growth of hair even though she stood with her legs parted slightly.
Then still in time to the music the girl moved back several steps to the couch. Gently she seated herself on it, her feet planted firmly on the floor. She sat facing the audience for a moment and then lay back. Her large breasts still stood up proudly. Her fingers traced lines up her thighs. And then slowly her long legs began to part. Aimed right at the people sitting at the tables the long lean columns of flesh parted to reveal the full glory of the girl's steaming cunt.
There was a collective gasp from the audience. Although her cunt hair grew heavy and black on the top of her pussy, there was very little of it along the outer lips of the slit itself. Consequently the whole pink and red open gash was easily seen. The little pink lips were still compressed with the darker red tip of the clitoris peeping out from beneath their upper juncture. The love flesh trembled before their eyes.
Gently, with long fingers the girl reached down and parted the lips of her cunt. She inserted one finger into the cleft and rubbed it in and out several times. Moisture began to form on her fingers and trickle down between her open legs. She withdrew her finger from her vagina and let her fingers dance lightly over the whole of her pussy. The finger that she had had deep within her cunt she raised to her mouth and lifted her head so the people could see her suck on it.
Men and women groaned as they watched. All attention was focused on the stage. The music faded into the background.
"You'd love to suck that cunt, wouldn't you?" a woman at a table next to Sandy and Mike taunted her companion.
"Christ yes," the man muttered not taking "his eyes from the stage for an instant.
"But you won't eat me even when I ask you to," the woman said.
"Shut up, will you?" the man said heatedly. "If your cunt looked like that I'd eat you anytime. Now let me watch."
"Can I suck your cock?"
There was a sound of a zipper.
"Here. But don't make me come yet. I don't want to ruin this by coming too soon."
Sandy glanced over to the couple to see the woman take her companion's prick into her mouth. Sandy's tongue flicked out over her own lips. She swallowed.
Sandy returned her attention to the stage. The girl had her fingers holding her cunt open as far as it would go. She bounced up on her ass making all the movements of fucking although there was no cock to fill her.
Suddenly a man appeared on the stage. Sandy could hardly believe her eyes. She had heard of such things, but did not believe that they really existed. People fucking in public. Letting strangers see the sex act. Letting them see your excitement. A young man, totally naked, emerged from behind a curtain at the side of the stage. The girl pretended to be surprised and backed away from him. Sandy's eyes were drawn to the young man. He was aroused. His huge prick stood straight out from a bush of curly dark hair. It was immense. Even from the distance at which Mike and Sandy sat it was possible to see a drop of moisture ooze from the open slit at the tip of the huge cock head. Even the healthy sturdy cock that Mike had was small when compared to the huge rod of the man on the stage. As if she feared her ability to contain the threatening charger the girl backed away more quickly as the young man pursued her.
She circled the stage with the man getting closer and closer. The soft music seemed to gain in intensity. At last the girl was backed up to a point where the backs of her long thighs were up against the couch. In her eyes there was a look of terror. Slowly she sank to the couch, a trace of a smile appearing on her face for the first time.
Sandy was practically wild. All around them there were odd sounds. The man joined the girl on the couch. He ran his eager hands all over her lush form. For her part the girl gave up all pretense of resisting and began to respond to him. His hands worked at her breasts, pulling and tugging at the flesh, rubbing the large nipples into standing peaks of passion.
Sandy squirmed in her seat and reached for Mike's hand.
"Mike," she whispered in a hoarse voice. "What can we do?"
All around them couples were locked in tight embraces. Next to them they heard a woman's hot voice say, "Push it in. All the way. Christ, I can hardly feel you. I'm sopping wet."
"I'm so hot, Mike," Sandy cried. "Feel me. Feel with your hand. Rub me while I watch."
He eyes remained glued to the stage while Mike's hand moved under her dress and found her panties. Sandy slumped lower in her chair pushing her ass forward to give Mike's hand easier access to her hot cave of desire. Moving her legs apart allowed Mike to reach down and press against the outside of her steaming cunt. On the stage the black-haired girl was responding ardently to the man now. She was spread out on the couch with her thighs open to his masterfull caresses. One of the man's fingers disappeared into the pink slit while the other fingers rubbed over the outer lips of the drooling pussy. A light white froth ran over the man's hands and speckled the dark black cunt hair.
Sandy reached out a hand to fumble at Mike's trouser front and felt his straining prick pressing beneath the rough material.
"Mike, I can't stand it," she panted.
He pressed his lips to her mouth and speared her with his tongue.
She pulled her mouth away.
"Reach in farther," she moaned. "Tear my panties so you can get your hand on me."
He excitement was raging. Never had Mike found Sandy so utterly given over to pure sexual responses as she was doing now.
She bounced her ass on the chair in her impatient-sate.
"Come on. Come on. In my cunt."
Her lovely flesh was throbbing, there was the sound of tearing material and Sandy let out a sharp cry as she felt Mike's hand seek and then find the open wet petals of her yearning pussy. All around them other couples were similarly occupied. Near the front of the stage where the performers were now locked in each other's arms, the man's huge tool rushing in and out of the girl's gaping hole, another couple slipped from their chairs and in a flurry of torn and disarranged garments met and joined their organs together in a scene of mutual lust on the floor beneath the table.
"Come on," Mike whispered against Sandy's mouth.
"not in here."
Sandy's legs would hardly support her. She got to her feet with an effort and followed Mike out of the room and out of the door. Mike led her to a stretch of grass behind the building. She sank to the ground with Mike's weight on top of her. His hands never left her swollen breasts and he worked maddeningly at the firm mounds.
"OOOhhhh," the lovely girl quivered as his tongue rubbed over the surface of one rigid nipple. Deftly he flicked his tongue over the tender flesh drawing it into his mouth with a full sucking motion.
"You really want it, don't you?" Mike teased, his own breath short and coming in gasps.
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"Mike," she protested.
"Tell me," he repeated.
"Don't stop. Suck some more."
"Where? Where do you want me to suck?"
There was no response.
"Say it."
"Mike, please. Don't tease me like this."
"Say it."
"My nipples."
"Where else?"
"The other place."
"Say it."
"I can't."
"Your cunt."
Sandy swallowed and looked right up into Mike's eyes.
"My cunt," she said. "Suck my cunt and fuck me." They both were frantic tearing their clothes off. The garments littered the area around them.
Sandy's hand reached out and seized Mike's towering cock. Her palm rubbed over it spreading the drop of moisture she found there over the whole of the huge dick head.
"Fuck me," she demanded.
There could be no further delay now. Each was at the peak of excitement and their passion seemed only to inflame the other to even further heights. Sandy's legs were spread wide open, the slit of her cunt moist and ready. She arched up seeming to try to capture Mike's rod with her gash. Her hips heaved. Her ass beat against the ground. Her cunt seemed to open of its own volition.
And then he was there. His magnificent cock slid into the outer portal of her vagina and then with one smooth motion he lay buried deep within her love canal. As he began the long in and out fucking movements the girl rotated her hips rubbing her open cunt against his cock hair and balls. He was aware of the slap of his sack against the globes of her ass.
His movements became faster. Sandy kept right up with him. There was little doubt that at their peak of excitement neither could take much more of the hot fuck. Sandy was the first to come.
"I feel it," she gasped. "Now. Now."
Mike slammed into her. Her orgasm triggered his own and he felt her smooth vagina grab at his turgid cock as it milked the sperm from him. Again and again he felt the tremendous muscular spasms of his monstrous penis as it shot huge gobs of come into the pink recesses of Sandy's womb.
His own choked scream was lost in the furious explosion that seemed to set them free of the ground. The wind filled his ears and he felt suspended for a moment, motionless between two high cliffs, waiting for the fall to come that would dash his body on the rocks below. But as the jets of sperm drained from him he slowly and gently, as if on a cloud, felt himself settle back to the ground. For a time they both lay still.
Sandy's voice was soft when she finally spoke some time later.
"Never. Never." was all that she said.
Mike mumbled.
"It's never been like that," she said at last. Mike rolled off of her.
Sandy lay with her legs still wide spread. Her cunt was still filled and swollen, the tender lips open. Gobs of sperm oozed out of her vagina and droplets were tangled in her soft girlish cunt hair. A sticky string trailed down her thigh.
"We should get up," Mike said at last.
"I wish we could stay here forever."
"We'd freeze."
"Not me. Not with you here to heat me up."
"You would starve."
"I could eat you." Mike laughed.
"I hope that I understand that correctly," he told her.
"You do."
"Good."
They gathered their clothing and got dressed. Mike had a moment to muse that this was the second time, with the second woman, that he had searched for his clothes on patch of grass in less than a week. I'm turning into a regular pan, he thought. And it's not bad at all.