Chapter 5
Belle Crandon had already noticed that the girl who lived next door was really a dish. They had met a couple of times in the hall and exchanged the usual amenities, and Belle had already summed Beth Calhoun up as a typical small town cherry who didn't know which way was up. And since Al Barker had told her to be on the lookout for just such a contact who might lead them to the promised land of a quick get-away profit, Belle decided to work on the unsuspecting brunette.
But this particular Saturday, just a week after Al Barker and Belle Crandon had cemented their unholy pact with a good hot fucking session, Belle met the charming young Peoria girl in the hallway just in front of the incinerator chute in the act of dropping her sack of garbage, a task on which the brassy blonde was similarly engaged. "Oh, hi there, honey," Belle gushed with one of her most radiant smiles. She had used it to great advantage as a hostess when she was on the make for a protector with cash to spend on her rent, before she had run into Al Barker, and she was now determined to give a sterling performance as an actress so as to entrap this very likely and very lovely dupe.
Beth Calhoun made the fatal error of confiding a joyous piece of news to her neighbor. After all, it was only natural, because she had absolutely no friends in Chicago, and she was still living in a little fear of Dennis Henderson, her belligerent stepfather who had threatened to strap her good and who had already driven her away from home by the way he had been treating her mother. So she returned the smile radiantly, which only made her the more lovely, and exclaimed, "Isn't it a beautiful day!"
"Say there, honey" Belle chuckled, "you sure seem to have had some good news. What's it all about? I've been noticing you the last week or so, and you sure don't act like a big-city girl."
"I'm not. I-well, it doesn't matter, but I came here to find a job and make out on my own, you see."
"Anybody can see that, honey. And good luck to you. Now what's the good news?" Belle wanted to know.
"Well, I've only been with this insurance agency a few weeks, and they've already promoted me and given me a raise and I'm to start in the claims department on Monday," Beth Calhoun confided.
Belle's larcenous brain began to go into high gear. She remembered what Al Barker had told her about trying to get next to somebody who had access to money orders or checks, and she knew enough about insurance to understand that anybody who worked in the claims department would have plenty of checks around all the time. Insurance companies were always paying off claims and their checks didn't bounce. Now if only she could get next to this little bitch and work out some way to get hold of a good big stack of those insurance checks, she and Al could fly off to Rio in a cloud of dust and kiss the Windy City good-bye forever.
"Why. I think that's wonderful!" she cooed. "It really calls for a celebration. Say-you really don't know anybody here in this town, do you, honey?"
Beth shook her head. "Not really, just you, Miss Crandon."
"Aw, for gosh sakes, call me Belle. Everybody else does," the brassy blonde giggled. "Tell you what. I'm going to throw a little shindig tonight, and I might just have a nice guy over. He'd love to meet a doll like you. Why don't you come and have supper with us?"
"Oh, I couldn't!" Beth blushed demurely and looked all the more adorable for doing so. "I-I don't want to force myself on-"
"Now don't be silly, or Mama spank!" Belle chided. "I won't take no for an answer. It won't be anything imagine. It's too hot to cook, really, even with the air-conditioner going. My place ain't much bigger than yours, I don't guess. But anyhow, I have some cold chicken and cheese and stuff like that and some beer and you can relax and let down your hair. Speaking about hair, yours is awful pretty."
Again Beth Calhoun blushed. She was very proud of her dark brown hair which she wore styled in a very thick pageboy with the curls turned under. "You're awfully nice. You're sure it won't put you out any?" she hesitantly asked.
"Now don't be silly, honey! Of course it won't. Me, I'm lonesome for company just as much as you are. And anyhow, you'll like this fellow. His name is Al Barker, and he's awfully considerate and he's a gentleman."
Again Beth blushed deliciously. It was true that she was beginning to entertain notions of finding herself a fellow, someone who could protect her and love her and make her feel safe forever against the menace of her stepfather. Once she was under a real man's protection, she told herself, she wouldn't have to worry ever again. Of course she just hoped and prayed that poor Mom would get away from that awful man, but Mom seemed to be in love with him, though she couldn't for the life of her understand why. She certainly wouldn't love anybody who beat her up and left bruises on her the way Dennis Henderson had done on Mom. "Well, I don't know about that," she hedged, "but it's awfully nice of you. I'll be there, then, and thank you ever so much."
"My pleasure, honey. Why don't you just knock at the door around seven o'clock and we'll be all set for supper and we'll go on from there?"
No sooner had Beth Calhoun got back to her apartment, her eyes glowing and her cheeks deli-ciously flushed, then Belle Crandon hurried back to hers and picked up the phone and called Al at his rooming house about a mile away. "Listen, lover, I think we've got our first real break," she exclaimed eagerly once his resonant voice came on the other end of the phone.
"What's up, baby? I was just going to call you, anyhow. How'd you like to go out and paint the town red?"
"I've got a better idea, Al. You remember you were telling me about finding some dope who might be working in a place where they've got checks and money orders?"
"Sure I do. It's still the first order of business for you and me if we're going to make a quick haul and blow this lousy town," Al Barker replied.
"Well, my next-door neighbor turns out to be a gorgeous chick from some small town-I think it's Peoria. Anyhow, she works in an insurance company, see? And she just now told me she got promoted starting Monday to work in the claims department. Don't they have checks there?"
"Belle, you've hit the jackpot! I knew you were lucky the first time I laid eyes on you, baby. Now what's the plan?"
"I ought to be jealous as hell, but this is for both of us, darling," the brassy blonde cooed lovingly. "But I invited her over for supper tonight, see, and I told her there was a real handsome guy I wanted her to meet. That's you, lover."
"Hey now! What's in that scheming little mind of yours, honey?"
"Well, you're going to fall for this little bitch, see, Al? I just sort of felt her out and she doesn't have a boyfriend and she's darned lonesome and I'll bet she's just wetting her panties every night and playing fingers, if you know what I mean."
"I get the picture. So I'm supposed to be her new boyfriend, is that your idea?"
"That's it. But don't rush this little girl, Al. Sort of play a nice easy palsy-walsy type, if you know what I mean."
"Don't you worry, I'll get into her panties if that's what has to be done."
"All right, but not too often and you better not like it more that you like to get into mine," Belle warned.
"Listen, baby, you and me are set for Rio, don't forget it. This is just part of the deal, that's all. Hell, I'd make love to the fat lady in the circus if I thought it would get us our stake. And then it's you and me and a nice villa and servants and steaks and champagne for the rest of our lives," Al Barker conned the cocktail hostess. "Anyhow, I got something that'll make our little small town girl really go for me."
"What's that, lover?"
"You ever heard of Spanish fly? I got some, and it's guaranteed to work. You don't use too much, just enough to get a girl starting to itch down in her little spot. And lover boy here will take care of the rest. I'll have ear eating out of my hand and doing anything to get you and me that book of claim checks just so she can have another fucking."
"Well, I won't say no to that, Al darling. Only if I thought for a minute you were going to get real cozy with that little bitch and cut me out, I'd really work her over!" Belle Crandon fiercely declared.
"Now listen, honey, be reasonable. After the night you and I had do you think I'm gonna give it up just for a one-night stand with a hayseed little virgin from the sticks who probably never even let a guy put his hand under her skirt? But this little Spanish fly we're gonna put into her drink tonight, that'll get her little cooze so heated up and creamy she won't know whether she's coming or going. You wait, in a week or so, we'll have a nice big pad of claim checks and we can pass some real paper and then beat it. Now I'll see you tonight."
"I told her you were a nice gentleman type, see, Al?"
"Leave it to me, baby. I'll make her think I'm her long-lost brother."
Belle Crandon was in the kitchen making some iced coffee, and keeping an eye on her boyfriend to see how the latter was making out with luscious Beth Calhoun. The charming your brunette from Peoria was obviously quite flattered by Al Barker's attentions. He had put on his best pinstripe suit, had a haircut, and looked extremely debonair. He was playing it easy, chatting calmly with her and not pressing anything. And she was responding, being drawn out of her shell, telling him all about her stepfather and how worried she was about her mother and how she had left Peoria because she just couldn't stand to be beaten by Dennis Henderson and how proud she was of finding her job all by herself and her apartment and getting a raise and everything.
The Spanish fly, a tiny little gray capsule, had already been dropped into Beth's tall glass of black coffee with a little whipped cream on top and a cube of sugar. Belle was stirring it and saying prayers that it would work just the way Al thought.
"Your company pays a lot of claims, I imagine," Al was saying as he lit a cigarette, offered Beth one, but she smilingly shook her head.
"No thanks, I don't smoke. Yes, I guess it does. Mr. Windrow, he's going to be my new boss, I saw him yesterday afternoon when they told me I was being promoted, and he told me that one of my jobs would be to check the claims forms and see if they are made out properly. Lots of people try to swindle an insurance company, you know."
"I know, and it's a darn shame," Al Barker fervently declared shaking his head and looking very righteous. "I suppose you'll be writing out checks too once you make sure the claims are good?"
"No, that isn't my job. But I know the girl who does that. She's awfully nice, her name is Rosie Borchard and she's married and she's about five years older than I am. My goodness, I don't know what's got into me to talk so much. I hardly know you, and yet I feel so at home here."
"That's a very nice compliment, Beth," Al Barker smiled. He hadn't yet made the mistake of putting his arm around this sweet little bitch, but he was already feeling a familiar throbbing in his prick. He'd rather have a girl like this than Belle any day in the week and twice on Sunday. She was really stacked, and that white skin, and those big expressive brown eyes and that ripe red mouth he was just dying to kiss and stick his tongue between. Just as he was dying to stick his prick between those nice round thighs of hers. She had on a brown rayon skirt, rather modestly cut, just to her knees, but they were dimpled and delightfully rounded, he could see that. She had on smoke'-colored nylons, and through the thin dress he could make out the outline of her white nylon bra and panty set and just the outline of the garter belt which kept her stockings up. He'd like to have her down in just garter belt and stockings and really fuck the little bitch, he thought to himself. And this Spanish fly was going to do the trick.
"Here's something nice and cool, iced coffee with whipped cream and I've put one lump of sugar in, dear." Belle said effusively as she came in with a tray with two other glasses for herself and Al.
"Oh that's very nice! I do like iced coffee so much," Beth said gratefully as she took her glass and took a long sip. Belle and Al exchanged conspiratorial glances, and Belle nodded imperceptibly as she went back to the kitchen to put away the tray.
Al meanwhile turned on TV and soon Beth was giggling over a comedy show by Dick Van Dyke. Al sat beside her on the couch, about a foot away, glancing at her stealthily from time to time. After about a quarter of an hour, he saw that her face was slightly flushed and that those beautiful titties of hers were beginning to rise and fall a little more quickly. She put a hand to her forehead: "My goodness, it's so warm in here!"
"I'll open the window, honey."
"Don't wreck the air-conditioning, Al dear," Belle said warningly.
"That's right. Maybe I can fan you. Here, or better still, why don't you turn the air conditioner up to high, Belle girl?" Al Barker suggested. Belle shrugged, walked to the window and pressed the button. The humming of the fan grew louder and a cooler breeze seemed to waft towards the couch. But it didn't seem to make much difference to luscious
Beth Calhoun. She was now experiencing the throes of the mysterious and very powerful cantharide which had been put into her coffee and which was now filtering through her nervous system.
Her head tilted back, and she closed her eyes. Her hands were in her lap, her fingers were twisting. They seemed to rumple up her skirt a little, and Al's greedy eyes could see the lovely contours of her lower thighs with the hint of beautiful curves to come. Now she crossed one leg over the other, nervously swinging the uppermost foot back and forth. She flexed her foot, and the pump dropped off and she sighed, "Oh my, I don't know what's got into me, I really don't."
"Nothing to worry about. Just too much sun today, honey," Al said solicitously.
But now Beth's hands grasped her skirt and rumpled it upwards, and Al couldn't help seeing the beautifully rounded curves of her thighs sheathed in smoke-colored nylon. The smoke tint made her white skin even more delicious, and he really felt a hard-on. But a glance from Belle warned him not to start action too fast, lest he spoil everything. Moreover, he had no such intention.
"Why don't you relax and put your head against my shoulder, Beth honey," he suggested gently as he slyly put his arm around her waist and moved a little closer to her. "That's it, just lean back, that's a good girl. You'll be fine in a minute."
"I really don't know what's happening to me, Mr. Barker. It's so strange. I feel so funny. I'm not sick, but I just feel-warm and sort of restless," Beth confided. By now her voice had become husky, and this also gave her more of a bedroom atmosphere so far as the con man was concerned. He could smell the perfume of her body and her hair mingled with the delicious acridity of her sweat, for the dose of cantharide was making her perspire quite profusely. And he felt her thigh quivering against his, and the ache in his balls grew more agonizing than ever. But he was a voluptuary enough not to want to rush things, and also, suspecting that she was truly a virgin, he didn't intend to break her cherry. What he was going to do was work her to come with his fingers and tongue, and then she would really be grateful to him. She would still be cherry but she would know what it was to be a woman. It was a masterstroke.
"You're really a very sweet girl, Beth. I'd sure like to take care of you. Just lean your head back, that's right. Let old Uncle Al here take good care of you. Nobody's going to hurt you while I'm around, that's for sure," he said gently to her.
Trustingly Beth had leaned her head back, her eyes closed, but he could see from the parted trembling lips and the flaring of her nostrils that the drug was really getting to her. And her hands kept scrabbling up her skirt, till by now it had reached nearly her stocking tops. Her legs were crossed, but now she uncrossed them and crossed them with her left leg on top and began to waggle that pump until that one too fell off. She was flexing her toes, they were dainty and delightfully made, and he licked his lips and wanted pussy the worst way. Belle was standing at the window, glaring at him. Even though she knew that this was for their mutual cause, she wasn't too happy about it. She didn't have enough voyeuristic instinct to appreciate his technique. But he winked at her and gave her a smile and a nod and she felt a little better. Then he blew her a kiss with his free hand, and she giggled.
"Oh-I don't know what it is-I'm so warm-I feel as if I wanted to take off my clothes and I know I shouldn't-" Beth now suddenly confided, her voice now huskier than ever.
"Why not, honey? You're among friends. Belle there will chaperone us," Al Barker chuckled softly. He was watching the pulse beat in Beth's lovely round throat, and he wanted to kiss it. He yielded to his impulse, and when he did she gave soft little gasp and put one hand to the back of his head. His prick was nearly ready to tear out of his fly, so maddening was this contact, so innocently abandoned was that gesture of hers.
"It's so nice-to feel you looking after me-my goodness, what's happened to me-" she repeated in a kind of faint voice. Her beautiful titties were rising and falling violently now, and it was all he could do to keep from putting a hand on one of them and squeezing it and seeing it was real. He was pretty sure it was. Her bra was awfully skimpy. He wanted to take her other hand and put it down between his legs and let her feel what sort of a man he was and what he had saved up for her, but this wasn't the time or place. Wait until he got this cute little cherry-pussy all hepped up for him and him alone, when she didn't have any Spanish fly in her but just wanted her itchy pussy taken care of! Then he could really dump Belle and go off to Rio with this cute little chick! A girl was always grateful to the first man who fucked her and taught her what life was all about, he knew. But this girl had a lot more years of humping in her and a more gorgeous shape that wouldn't deteriorate with the years the way Bell's would that was for certain.
She moaned a little again, and at that moment Al Barker leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Beth Calhoun gave a startled little sigh, then both her hands grasped the back of his head as she responded to the kiss, her lips parted and trembling. The sweet warm nectar of her breath fanned his nostrils, and he shivered. His arm tightened round her waist, and now his right hand came up to stroke her throat and feel the hammering pulse of her young life.
"Oh Al-what must you think of me-you're the first fellow I've actually really kissed-it's so funny-I'm so warm and it feels so nice here with you-I like you very much, Al," Beth Calhoun murmured in a distant voice. It was almost that of a little girl who was being overcome by emotions too great for her.
The kiss at last ended, and Beth Calhoun sighed deeply. She groped with one hand for his, and locked fingers with him, and then his mouth took hers again and with a little whimpering sob, she put her other arm around his shoulders and drew him tightly to her as their lips fused. Her legs were now crossed, the right leg over the left, and the skirt had hoisted mid-way up her thighs, and his eyes could covertly glimpse the felxions of her agile muscles against the gauzy smoke-colored nylon hose which made a second skin for those beautiful rounded legs of hers. The aching in his balls was prodigious, and he wished that Belle were somewhere else so that he could really work on this sweet little bitch. She was just about to get her jollies from the Spanish fly, and what she needed was a good hard poke right here and now. But he knew that Belle wouldn't quite go for that. And he'd already whispered to her something of his plan of campaign back in the kitchen before they had really gone to work on unsuspecting Beth Calhoun. She had agreed to it, but she wasn't too happy about it, and she didn't want him to show too much enthusiasm.
Because now he was really wrapped up in this sweet little bitch, and he really wanted her quite apart from what she could do for the two of them. She had a gorgeous shape, and the smell and feel of her just about drove him crazy. A girl like this would be greedy and eager to learn new ways and new positions of pleasing a man, once she found out how good she was, once she found out what her tight cunt could do for a man's prick when it got eager.-And the buttery-moist and soft feel of her lips to his gave him a kind of preview of what her soft cunt lips would feel like once his prick slipped in between them.
"Oh Al-you're taking my breath away-oh you're so nice-I feel as if I'm just drifting in a cloud now-" she murmured.
"You still don't feel dizzy or anything like that?" he anxiously inquired.
"Oh no-it's so dreamy-I feel as if I were going to sleep and I don't want to. You kiss me again-aren't I awful?" then Beth Calhoun gave a silly little giggle which trailed off, for one reason because his mouth had taken hold of hers again and was pressing it ardently and now his tongue dared to dart between her lips and flick her tongue and send a galvanizing current of passion through her young, newly learning system.
His left hand was at the back of her neck and now his right hand moved over to her knee. He stroked the nylon-sheathed rondure, and Beth made no sign of protest. She had begun to pant a little, her mouth fervently returned his kiss which continued endlessly. His hand glided onward, tasting the rich curve of the lower thigh and on up the nylon-gauzy contour of her beautiful young leg. Now he was at the stockingtop, and just one more daring inch and his fingertips brushed the warm and vibrant naked skin of her thigh below her panties. His prick was going to burst out of his fly any minute now, he knew.
Her thighs suddenly clenched against his hand, and then began to rub erratically back and forth as she seemed to return his kiss with greater ardor than ever. He could feel her fingernails digging into the back of his neck, and his arm around her shoulders pressed her forward. Now slowly his right forefinger advanced up to the crotch of her panties, and then he began, holding his breath, to prod her dainty cunt whose outline he could feel through the snug veil of white nylon.
Whimpering little gasps exuded from Beth Calhoun's parted lips. She moaned and squirmed, and her thighs began to part suddenly only to clench again. "Oh Al-oh my goodness-what are you doing to me-oh darling-mmmm-oh my God-it's so nice, oh Al-love me, just love me!" she breathed.
Belle muttered an oath under her breath and walked into the kitchen and lit a cigarette to quiet her jangled nerves. She wanted to be with Al right now, getting fucked, instead of watching him play up to that stinking little bitch. But of course she had to go through with it if they ever wanted to make the killing they wanted to be free and away for life.
Now Al Barker's forefinger was rubbing back and forth in a steady frigging rhythm and he could feel the crotch of Beth's panties getting moist, indicating that she was getting really hot and ready to trot. But he wasn't going to take her cherry. That would come later. All he wanted to do now was make her so dreamy-creamy that she would go off in her panties and them remember at night who was the man who had done it to her. And she would be back for the real thing before much longer. And then he could make his own deal with her with Belle knowing nothing about it.
Nonetheless, he wanted relief. Well, Belle could give him that. It was too much to expect that this little virgin from a small town could know all the answers and what a man needed when he was really hard and hot to fuck.
He was kissing her mouth and now he dipped his lips to her throat.
By now, the drug was really working on lovely innocent Beth Calhoun. She was hardly conscious of the fact that her skirt was lofted around her lips and that her petticoat had followed the ascent, or that Al Barker's right forefinger was slowly and insistenly rubbing against her moist cunthole. But he could feel the lips twitchingly respond to this friction, and as his mouth feasted on her trembling lips and let his tongue glide and out between them, he could hear and feel and taste and see all the myriad reactions which were overtaking the beautiful young virgin who was thus being drawn for the first time to carnal ecstasy by the science of a male and the demands of her own passion-aroused young flesh.
As for Belle, she was glowering in the kitchen not wanting to look at the scene, because it made her jealous and angry. She wasn't playing out a role as Al was to woo sweet Beth Calhoun to become his foil and dupe. With that insecurity which a prostitute always has, the brassy blonde was afraid that having tasted such sweet young pussy, her lover might well leave her in favor of a younger girl like Beth and try to renew his love affair with Beth on a far more intimate basis and without her presence.
She smoked cigarette after cigarette, grimacing with anger every time she heard Beth gasp and moan.
But by now the young beauty was wriggling on the couch, uncontrollably in the grip of the Spanish fly which attacked all her subtle feminine nerves and broke down all her defenses. Indeed, had Al Barker wanted to fuck her and take her cherry then and there, she could have put up no resistance. All her body yearned and churned and throbbed and palpitated for love. And she began unknowingly to press her pussy back and forth against his prodding finger so as to taste the delicious friction. Meanwhile, moving his finger slowly in a circular pattern, the con man traced the outline of that sweet pussy-fig, and now his mouth sucked hers as he drained her lovely nectar and tasted its sweet purity and stimulus.
Now her hands clasped the back of his head and her fingernails hurt him, but he grinned knowingly at this goad. He knew that she was one the way to passion and that nothing could hold her back. "Don't fight it, Beth darling, just give in," he whispered. Then he bent his head and began to kiss her throat, and now the left hand which he had had round her shoulders so protectively and possessively moved down to cup one of those gorgeous firm young titties of hers.
"Ohh-oh Al-what are you dong to me-you're making me so dizzy-it's so nice-so lovely-that I'm going to faint if you keep it up-oh darling-what's come over me?"
"Just relax now, baby, everything's going to be fine," he reassured her. Now his finger began to prod right into the open gape of her cunt, pressing the nylon material into her cunthole each time he thrust forward. He thus emulated the action of a cock, and Beth began suggestively to grind her hips and to arch her pelvic basin back and forth almost as if in the act of fucking.
And then suddenly she uttered a sobbing groan and sagged forward against him, panting hard, her eyes closed, her fingernails dug into his neck, as she felt release and felt the furious climax burst upon her.
"That was lovely, baby," he muttered hoarsely. "You just lie there and take a little snooze, and don't worry about a thing. Me, I'm going to get a cup of coffee now."
He laid her gently back on the couch, lifted her legs and stretched them out, without bothering to pull down her skirt of petticoat. His eyes feasted on her, and he watched how her face was flushed and her eyelids closed but fluttering. The panting of her titties had begun to subside, showing that she had reached her climax. But he was still fit to burst and he needed relief fast.
He moved into the kitchen silently, put his finger to his lids and took hold of Belle by the shoulders. "It worked, baby," he exulted. "She'll eat our of my hand before I'm finished with her."
"Oh you," Belle grumbled, "don't give me that, you wished you could have screwed her, I bet!"
"Any man would. But look, baby, see what I've got saved up for you. I didn't give it to her, I saved it for you. Look!" he pleaded.
Belle turned her face away and grumbled again, but he playfully squeezed her behind and then, cupping her chin with the other hand, forced her to turn and then to look. Her eyes widened. His prick was enormous, pressing against his fly as though it would burst through at any moment.
You see, Belle baby?" he muttered. "You're the one I want to fuck, not that little small town cherry. Now give me a good job, because I got hot just thinking about you while I was working on her. You wait and see, this girl's a little goldmine. Aw, come on, come on, be nice!"
Flattered, Belle succumbed. She zipped down her housecoat and showed the shaggy fleece of her pussy, as he swiftly dragged his fly down and liberated his bulging prick. She put her hand to it and moaned to feel its heat and rigidity. And then she stuffed it into her cunt as his hands slipped round her and squeezed her bare behind. As he fused with her, he began to fuck her slowly, grinding his teeth to hold back the juices which Beth's presence had roused.
"Oh Gawd," she moaned. "Oh it's good, oh baby, oh Al, give it to me, I'm so glad you'd rather fuck me than her, I love you, Al baby!"
"And I love you, you lovely jealous bitch," he chuckled. But even as his prick began to dig faster and faster inside of her, he couldn't help glancing back out into the living room where Beth Calhoun lay in her near swoon. And when he closed his eyes and shot his wad deep into Belle's cunt, it was really into Beth's he was wishing he could shoot it!