Chapter 9
The next day dawned with a sense of urgency for Mike. He busied himself at his apartment as long as he could, trying to make time pass. Finally, a little afternoon, he got in the car and drove downtown to the Waymore Hotel. He registered as he had planned and went up to look at the room that Anderson had reserved for him.
The Waymore was not a new hotel, but it had a reputation for a kind of quiet elegance that would attract a man like Allan Farris. His room was large and comfortable. There were two large double beds in the room and, along with a desk and chair, a sturdy walnut dresser. The room had its own bath and there was a door that led to the room next to it. The door, however, was locked on his side and Mike knew that a matching door would be locked on the other side, in room 502, as well. Room 504, the room he was in, was an end room and he had windows on two sides. He peered through the curtains down at the street below. On the far corner he could see the clock over the bank that read nearly one o'clock.
Mike had a number of things to do and was anxious to get started. He returned to the street and to his car that was parked nearly two blocks away. He retrieved his battered, well used suitcase that held no clothes but contained all the equipment that he would need. He knew the area around the hotel well, but to be on the safe side he walked around the block that housed the hotel to get a good picture of the terrain in his mind. It probably did not accomplish much, but had the welcome effect of setting some of his tension aside and he felt more at ease when he returned to his room. Once inside the room Mike drew the heavy drapes and made sure the door was securely locked. Opening the suitcase, Mike removed the camera that he would use. He fitted the strobe unit to the camera and set the film so that it would be ready to go. When the time came, he would have everything ready. It would have to be ready to go with no room left for error.
The door between the two rooms was next. If he had no way of getting into the room next door there would be no pictures and without the pictures the tape recording that he hoped to get would be of dubious value. It was possible that there would be very little talking, and in that case, all he would get would be the rustle of clothing and possibly a few giggles. And maybe a scream or moan as Farris and the girl came. But the tape would add something to the pictures. Make them more foolproof.
It was easy to get the door opened on his side. There was only one lock and the door had no auxiliary bolt or lock and chain set up. He hoped that it would be the same on the other side. He thanked his luck for the fact that the hotel was old enough to have been built before any really sophisticated lock and chain combinations were used. The room had been remodeled recently, but no one had paid much attention to the interlocking doors.
Suddenly Mike froze, his heart filled his throat. There was a tap on the door. Who could it be? Only Anderson would know he was here and Anderson was probably a thousand miles away on this day. He would not want to be anywhere around when Farris started to check up on the people involved in this little scheme.
"Not me," Anderson would say. "I was out of town that day. I was visiting my sister in Chicago."
Mike hurriedly stuffed all the loose equipment back into the suitcase. He closed the case and latched it, wincing as he scraped his finger on the metal catch.
"Just a minute," he called.
His sigh of relief after he opened the door made the woman who stood there look at him in surprise.
"Towels," she said. "You got in here so early that I didn't have a chance to put in the clean towels."
She tried to walk past Mike into the room, but he stood in her way.
"That's all right," he said. "I can manage."
He took the towels and small bar of hotel soap from her outstretched hand and started to close the coor.
"Can I get you anything else?" the woman asked.
Mike wanted to scream at her and tell her to get the hell out of the way, but he knew that he had already aroused her attention and he had no wish to make her even more curious about him. He wanted to just be another faceless member of the crowd.
"No, that's all right," he said forcing his voice to remain calm and pleasant. "Nothing else now. I'll call if I need anything."
The look of interest disappeared from her face and Mike felt a shiver of relief as he closed the door. A small incident. But it was the small things, the unplanned things that he had to guard against. He had all the big things covered and he did not want things fucked up now by some useless, careless little mistake.
He returned to the job of getting the doors between the two rooms opened. It took him a little time, but eventually he was rewarded by the sound of the tumblers in the adjoining door falling into place and the door swung open to reveal a room very much like the one in which he stood. Mike wasted no more time. He busied himself with the placement of the microphone and spent another half hour running the wire from it carefully under the carpet and into a groove he cut along the baseboard. He covered it at its exposed points with electricians' tape. He had to hope that if Farris saw the wire at these points he would not be alarmed by it.
For a moment Mike allowed himself to imagine what it would be like when he burst in on Farris and the girl. They would be fucking, naturally. He would wait until that moment before he did anything. A picture of them naked would be enough he was sure, but if he could get a shot of Farris actually ramming her it would be even better. Besides if Farris had his prick in the girl's cunt when Mike jumped into the room he would be lesslikely to be able to jump at Mike or to make a fuss. Hell, Mike thought, if he could time it right so that he came in just as Farris was shooting his load it would be even better. Farris would riot even want to stop.
Mike had had a similar experience himself and he knew how it could be. He had been in his last year in high school. He had been dating Carla for several months, but had never been able to score. She had let him play with her young tits and once let him get a finger into her snatch, but she turned him down cold when he pressed for more. Needless to say, he was hotter than hell for her. He was not used to being denied. Finally one night they had been at her house and had been fooling around on the sofa for nearly an hour when it began to seem as if this might be the time. She had unzipped his pants and had pulled out his stiff cock and was pulling at it in a naive, but exciting manner.
"Your parents," he had whispered.
"Gone. They won't be back until late."
"What about your sister, Pat?"
"What do you care about her for? She's probably out fucking that skinny boyfriend of hers." Mike's excitement grew.
"You never talked like that before," he told Carla.
"You never had me so hot before," she responded.
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
There was a pause.
"Mike."
"What?"
"Do some more things to me."
Her soft breath against his ear drove all caution from his mind and his hand dove for her lap. Her young thighs spread beneath her full skirt and his fingers flashed past her knees and upper thighs making straight for the forbidden land of her cunt. He touched her and stopped.
"No panties," he said in surprise.
Carla grinned.
"Did you think that you were the only one who wanted this, silly."
"No, but...."
"Girls like sex too, you know."
Mike may have been only seventeen-years-old at the time and fairly unsophisticated, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut. There was a time for talking and a time for action.
"Put your finger in me," she whispered. "Rub it around in there."
Mike did as he was told.
"Yes, like that."
Slowly Mike took over and in a few minutes they were both stripped and back in each others arms. Gently he spread her legs and lowered himself between them. His lance touched the outer lips and he paused. He knew this was not her first time. His fingers had told him that there was no barrier, but he hesitated.
"Come on. Come on," Carla urged. She rotated her hips and captured his cock head between the lips of her open vulva.
Mike drove forward and lodged his member firmly within her.
"Why did you make me wait so long?" he asked gruffly.
"Wait. Just fuck me now. Talk later." She reached up and clasped her arms around him pulling his sweaty body tightly to hers. Her long slim legs wrapped around him and he could feel the roughness of her heels on the backs of his thighs.
Slowly they began the in and out movements of the fuck. But it was only slow for a moment. Both were young and impatient. Mike quickly felt the come churning deeply within his young balls.
"I can't wait much longer," he mouthed into Carla's ear.
She slammed up against him. "I'm coming," Carla gasped.
"Me too," Mike said as he felt the first spasm course through him.
Just then the dim room was flooded with light. As the full force of his orgasm burst over him Mike was dimly aware of a voice he knew to be Carla's mother screaming the girl's name. A rough hand gripped his shoulder.
"Get off her you animal," he heard Carla's father yell. "Goddamn you. Get out of here."
But there was no stopping. And it was clear that Carla would not stop either. They kept fucking right there under the eyes of the girl's parents oblivious to the tumult around them. Mike felt the hot come gush out of his penis and flood the girl's vagina. Up and down his ass worked as he rammed the juicy pussy. Finally, he was pulled off and thrust to the floor. He looked up and saw Carla's parents standing over them. Carla's mother and father had their eyes fixed on the spot between Carla's legs where Mike had just withdrawn from. The pink lips were open exposing the red interior. White gobs of come oozed out of the gaping slit and dripped to the floor. For a moment there was only silence.
"My God. You fucked my baby," the woman said.
In spite of himself Mike almost laughed at the stupidity of the woman's words.
Carla's father was still silent. He could not seem to tear his eyes from the sight of his daughter's well used cunt.
"Like to get a little of that yourself, wouldn't you?" Mike taunted.
It was not a prudent thing to have said. The man erupted into a rage and dove for Mike. Fortunately, because of his size Mike was able to take care of himself and a few minutes later he found himself outside of Carla's house clutching his clothes with one hand and his shoes with the other.
That had been the first and last time he had had with Carla. But it provided him with amusement for many years after. And from that he knew that Farris would be almost helpless if caught anywhere near the point of climax.
By three o'clock Mike had everything set up. He looked at his watch and checked it against the bank clock outside the window. Farris and the girl would probably not check in until early evening, but now that everything was in place it would make no difference if they wanted to take advantage of a lazy afternoon and get in some action now. Mike was prepared for them. But he wanted to be in the room when they arrived. There was always the outside chance that they would only fuck and run and Mike could not take a chance on missing them. There would be no harm in a little fresh air however.
Mike left the hotel and walked into a blast of heat that surprised him. Summer, with all of its intensity was here. The pavement reflected the heat making the sidewalk like an oven. Mike made a mental note to put air-conditioning in his car as soon as he got the money from this deal.
He smiled, pleased with himself. As long as a man had the money there was no reason that he should do without the things that made like more comfortable, was there? He paused in front of a movie theater and looked at the advertisements for the pictures being shown inside. He had time to kill and he debated going inside, but decided not to. Better to just take it easy and sit in the hoter room. Besides, the picture did not really turn him on. It was the story of a giant tomato that had been exposed to gamma radiation and had developed a brain. Now it sought to gain revenge for all the little tomatoes that had died through the years to make catsup and pizza sauce for hungry humans. The picture was rated for general audiences. Mike knew that that meant that theater goers would be able to see the monster tomato kill and eat hundreds of people, but neither tomatoes nor humans would be shown fucking.
Mike stopped for a sandwich and by the time he returned to the hotel room it was nearly dark outside. He settled himself in a chair and snapped on the tape recorder that was attached to the microphone in the next room. He plugged in a set of earphones so that he could hear what was being picked up by the recorder. Nothing yet. He was met with silence.
Setting the earphones down he walked to the window and looked down at the street below. A car stopped at the light near the corner caught his eye and he strained to see the driver more clearly. He had difficulty making out the driver's face, yet he seemed vaguely familiar. Then he had it! It was Wes Underwood. Underwood, the man Elly had spent time with at Marcia Lawton's party. Underwood drove a big late model Cadillac with a short wave antenna protruding from the hood.
What the hell was he doing there, Mike wondered. While he watched, Underwood made no motion to glance at the hotel and when the light changed to green the car sped away. Mike watched it as long as he was able to until Underwood rounded the corner a block away. Mike wondered what it might mean. The man was Farris' accountant. Was it possible that Elly had slipped and Underwood had found out what they were planning. Was he here to warn Farris? It was possible, but it was unlikely. Elly was not that stupid. The hotel was at one of the main intersections of the city. It would not be unreasonable that Wes Underwood should pass by. Perhaps' he was on his way home for dinner after a long day at the office. Mike had no idea where he might live. Try as he might, Mike was unable to rid his mind of a lingering doubt.
He was about to turn from the window when he saw Underwood's car round the block again. This time Underwood looked at the hotel and Mike drew back from the window involuntarily, even though he knew that Underwood would be unable to see him from the street. Of course, it was always possible that Underwood was interested in the hotel, but for a reason entirely different than the one Mike feared. He might just be meeting someone and was driving around the block waiting for him to show up at the entrance. Mike watched the car go around the corner again. He waited patiently for nearly fifteen minutes, but the car did not reappear so Mike finally turned from the window feeling much better.
He returned to the recorder and placed the earphones on his head. He fiddled with the volume control for a minute and then, satisfied, he relaxed back on the bed still wearing the headset. He picked up the newspaper that he bought while he was out.
It was not possible for him to keep his mind on the printed page. He wanted to take the earphones off to be free of the empty static, but he was afraid now of missing Farris' entrance into the room next door. He returned his attention to the paper, but stopped short. He pressed the cups tightly to his ears and raised the volume on the recorder. He could hear distinct noise from the other room. They were there.
Gingerly, as if they could hear him too, Mike sat up on the bed. He adjusted the button that controlled the volume until he could hear their voices clearly.
"Damn, that feels good," he heard a man's voice say. That would be Farris. His voice was deep and full. Mike had never given much thought to what kind of man Farris might be and now he was surprised to find himself suddenly curious to know more about the life and feelings of the men he was about to attack.
Perhaps, Mike mused, it's best this way. If I knew him better I might never be able to go through with it.
A woman's voice interrupted him.
"Take off your jacket, honey and I'll rub your back."
Pause.
"There. Isn't that better?"
The woman had a loud voice that had a grating quality to it that annoyed Mike. She must just be some whore he picked up somewhere, Mike thought. Couldn't a man like Farris do better than that? And with someone like Elly at home.
"Want me to rub anything else?" the woman's voice asked in a teasing way.
"You bet," Farris replied.
There was a sound of a zipper being opened and Mike could imagine her pulling Farris erect cock out into the open.
There was a grunt. It must have been Farris.
"You're big," she said.
"You like it?"
"You know I do."
"Show me."
"How?"
"You know."
"Sure I do," she teased. "But ask me anyway."
"Suck my cock, baby."
There was a long silence and Mike knew why. In spite of himself he felt his own penis swell in his pants. Right next door the woman was eating Farris and it was exciting to Mike as he imagined what they were doing.
Mike looked down at the recorder at his feet and swore. He had turned on the warm up control and he could hear the conversation, but he had forgotten to start the tape moving. He snapped the switch and tape fed over the recording head. It did not make much difference. He had missed very little, but it was something to show him how tense he was and he made careful note to himself to watch out in the next few minutes for other easy errors.
"Okay, let's save that for later," Farris said.
"I'll get drinks."
There was the tinkle of ice and glasses. They must have brought it with them.
"Oh, man. I like that," the girl said. "Don't get drunk. We have things to do."
"Don't worry. This just warms me up."
"I've got the best thing to warm you up," Farris told her.
She laughed. It was high and shrill and oddly hysterical, Mike thought.
There was a rustling of clothes. They must be getting undressed or else are pulling the bedspread off the bed, Mike thought.
"Suck me a little," the girl said.
Farris grunted something that Mike was unable to hear.
"Lick my clit. There, like that. Now stick your tongue inside. Move it around. Ooooooo, yes. Move it around more inside. Uuuh, there ... mmmmm ... more like that. Oh, baby, baby."
For a moment longer there was only silence punctuated by the girl's happy cries.
"Turn around so I can suck your cock."
Mike let them continue their foreplay. They would be just warming up. He kept the earphones on his head and stood up. The cord was long enough so that he could maneuver about the room as much as he needed to. He took the pistol out of the suitcase and stuck it into the waistband of his pants. It bulged uncomfortably and pressed into his abdomen. The camera was ready to go on the dresser. He crossed to the double door and quietly opened his own. It opened noiselessly as he knew it would.
"Don't come yet," the girl said through the headset. "I can taste a little already."
Farris laughed happily.
Mike slipped the key into the door that would admit him to the other room and turned it as quietly as he could. All that was needed now was to turn the handle and walk in. But the moment had to be just right.
Mike dropped the key to the carpeted floor and picked up the camera in one hand.
He listened carefully.
"Oh, Christ," Farris said.
"Put it in, honey. Stick me good."
"Lift up your legs."
"Here. I'll hold it open. You just push in."
"Uuh."
"Aaaaah."
"Goooood."
"Slow and easy does it," the girl said. "There, there. Just like that. Do that again. Move it nice and slow. ... Ahhh ... there. Oh, baby, do me good."
Mike's hand tightened on the door knob. He took off the earphones and tossed them on the bed.
NOW!
His hand turned on the doorknob and the door opened before him.
They were both naked and lying on the rumpled bed. Farris was between the girl's open legs, his prick pistoning in and out of her as fast as he could move it. Mike had an instant to see where their bodies joined. The girl was a redhead and her red cunt hair bristled against the black hair of Allan Farris. Mike had the camera up to his eye and took one shot before the couple even knew that he was in the room. Rapidly, Mike levered the camera for another shot and then another. The flash of light filled the room.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell?" Farris screamed.
"Allan," the girl yelled, "stop him. He's taking our picture."
The action seemed to be incredibly slow before Mike's eyes. He saw Farris and girl locked together on the bed. He had time to take in her tousled hair on the pillow before she yelled and his eyes strayed to where their loins were pressed together.
But Farris was too quick to recover. Suddenly all hell broke loose. Farris leaped from the bed his erect penis thrust before him like a red spear.
"Give me that goddamn thing, you son of a bitch," he roared. "Goddamn it. Give me that camera."
The girl leaped from the bed and ran for the bathroom door. Mike had seen enough and had enough pictures. He turned back to the doorway to get away, but Farris laid a rough hand on his shoulder. His breath was coming in gasps and a look of pure rage was pasted on his face. He swore violently and made a grab for the camera that Mike still held in one hand by the safety strap. Mike pulled free of Farris' hand and swung at the other man's jaw with his fist. Farris turned his side and raised his shoulder and Mike's fist landed harmlessly on the man's upper arm. A sharp jab caught Mike in the chest and he fell back against the wall.
"Fucking punk," Farris yelled. "Who the hell do you think I am?"
The fight had taken Mike by surprise. He had never expected this from the man he knew as Allan Farris. He evaded a furious roundhouse swing that Farris aimed at his head and fumbled at his belt for the pistol that he carried. Farris seemed not to notice the gun that Mike pulled until Mike held it before him and tried to wave him back.
Whether it was out of courage or out of pure rage and lack of caution, Mike did not know, but Farris seemed to ignore the gun and came at Mike again. Mike did not want to shoot. He had enough presence of mind to raise the gun above his head and, as Farris charged, his head lowered, Mike brought the pistol down on the back of the man's skull with a mighty crunch. Farris fell to the floor on his knees, but he still was not out. His fingers clawed at the carpet. He reached out with both his hands and tried to pull Mike down by the legs. Mike raised the gun again and brought it down a second time slamming hard on the back of Farris's head. Blood already flowed and matted the man's hair. This time he slumped to the carpet and lay still.
Breathing raggedly, Mike looked for the girl. She was still in the bathroom. He knelt beside Farris and pressed his hand to the man's chest. He thought he felt a steady, but weak heart beat and was satisfied. The frightened girl would hide in the bathroom for a few more minutes so he had time to get out of there.
He backed through the adjoining doors and closed them, but did not bother to lock them. Hurriedly, he ripped the mike cord out of the recorder and, leaving the cord behind, he threw the camera and recorder into the suitcase. He looked quickly around the room to see if he had forgotten anything. Nothing that could not be left behind. Farris would know soon enough who had done the work, but it was absolutely necessary that he and Elly had time to get everything in order before they approached Farris for the money. It would give them the upper hand if he did not know who he was going to face until the last moment. The room was clean.
It took him only a few minutes to reach his car and to fall behind the steering wheel exhausted. It was only then that the trembling hit him and he shook violently for several minutes. He had no idea that he would get so wound up. It surprised him and frightened him at the same time. Finally, he was able to get the trembling under control, get a grip on himself and he started the car.