Chapter 6
After Al Barker had hauled his ashes quickly in the kitchen with the all too willing Belle, he hastily mopped off his cock, drew his zipper back into place, and went back to lovely Beth Calhoun.
She lay like one asleep, with a beatific smile on her lovely face, her clothes still rumpled up, and a suspicious, moist patch at the crotch of her panties very visible. Al looked down with a kind of tenderness towards her, for now that he had had relief from the tightly gripping and ferociously jealous lovesheath of his brassy blonde companion, he could afford to be more compassionate. The loveliness of her white skin showing above the tops of her nylons, and the sweet verve of her titties, the lovely, almost wistful face, stirred even more vigorous yearnings in the con man. Belle had followed him back into the living room and, hands on hips, contemplated the drowsing young beauty with contemptuous disdain.
"Get that little bitch out of my apartment, Al lover," she hissed, "she's just about worn out her welcome, if you know what I mean. Now I suppose you'll have to slip her a convincer later on to find out where all those claim checks are stashed."
"I've got a much better idea. I happen to know that every employee gets a passkey. Well, little Miss Cherry will have a new one to her department when she starts her promotion Monday, see? So what I'll do is swipe the key, have a quick duplicate made, and then I can get in there some night and pick up a big pad of claim checks, and we can start writing paper for all we're worth. Get it?"
"Sure. But can't you get the key without screwing that little bitch? I could see how hot you were for her, Al, and don't tell me you weren't."
"Aw, baby, don't be like that!" He went back to her and cupped her titties, giving her a quick French kiss. "You know it's you I'm doing this for. She's just in the way. She's just helping. Sure, she's got a shape, but hell-I'm not taking her to Rio."
Partially mollified, Belle permitted herself to smile and, linking her arms around his neck, began to rub her crotch against his as she teased him by playfully flicking her tongue over his lips.
"I think maybe some black coffee will wake her up," he murmured huskily, after a few minutes. "Then maybe I'll come around sometime next week, all by myself, and have a little fun with the bitch and swipe the key. This way, none of us is going to get involved, and she won't be in any trouble either."
"A lot I should care about her, the little tramp!" Belle contemptuously sniffed. "Personally, I'd just as soon see her in the pen when we make our getaway. When they find those checks missing, they're going to suspect somebody. So they'll grab her. I just hope they do."
"Don't be that way, baby. I don't like it in you," he grumbled. "Like I said, this is business. Even if she'd been homely, I'd have had to work her up and get next to her. You see how she liked me. Well, it's going to pay off next week, you wait and see."
The blonde cocktail waitress shrugged. But Al Barker chuckled softly, ran his hands over her opulent bottom, and squeezed, while he rubbed his crotch against hers and gave her a hot French kiss. She relented.
"You just make me melt all over when you handle me that way, lover," she huskily murmured. "All right, then. Have your fun, but just don't let me know about it. You work that bitch up to get you that nice big pad of checks and then you can drop her like a hot potato. Besides," she continued in a coy and seductive tone as her hands stroked his already bulging crotch, "I'm all the pussy you'll be needing for a while, lover. I'll drain out every drop you've got, so you won't have any left for that little small-town cherry."
On the following Wednesday evening, Beth Calhoun had come home, prepared a quick TV dinner, then turned on the radio (she had promised herself to buy a small portable TV set as soon as she could save a little money), took a shower and then lay down on the couch wearing her white pajamas with green trim. She liked her new job and its responsibilities, and her supervisor had complimented her this afternoon about how quickly she had picked up her new duties. This was really heaven, being free and independent, having her own apartment, answerable to no one. Just the same, she missed Mother and she hoped that Mother would understand and forgive her. It had been a sort of cowardly thing to do, leaving Mother all alone with that awful brute. But she knew she couldn't do anything about it and she had to protect herself. She had sent off a letter just yesterday, but without an address, because she had a pretty good idea that Dennis Henderson might read the letter and try to trace her. But she'd promised Mother that she'd call her one of these days and maybe give her an address.
She found herself thinking about last Saturday and Al Barker. She had only a hazy recollection of what had happened then, only remembering that she had let him kiss her and it had been awfully nice. It had been sort of daring and adventurous, because that big blonde had been there all the time and probably had seen her do it. Just the same, for once in her life she had felt happy and carefree and it was nice to have a good-looking man show interest in her.
There was a knock on her door and she got up from the couch, wide-eyed, and opening the door on bar, asked hesitantly, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Al, Beth honey. Can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?"
Hear heart began to beat erratically. "I-I guess so. Just a minute, please. I-I'm not dressed," she stammered. She hurried to the closet, took our her bathrobe, hastily put it on and quickly went back to let him in.
He was wearing a straw hat and a dacron suit and he had been to the barber that afternoon and he reeked of lotion, but he was even more debonair and handsome than he had been on Saturday afternoon, in her impressionable mind.
"Nice seeing you again, Beth. I just happened to be by and thought I'd stop in and see how you were. How's the new job?"
"Oh, it's fine, thank you, Mr. Barker."
"Hey now, Beth, it's al, remember? We're friends now, aren't we?"
"I-I guess so." She felt irritated with herself, because she was lowering here eyes and her cheeks were hot with blushes. She had belted the bathrobe and buttoned it very primly all the way up. But still it was very daring to have a man alone in her room. It would never have happened back on Linn Street.
"Radio isn't what it used to be, is it, Beth honey?" he glanced around at her little transistor radio, then put his straw hat on the end of the couch and seated himself. "What you need is a TV."
"I know. If I get a nice big raise, I'm going to get one. There's lots of good movies I'd like to see. It would actually be cheaper than going out and trying to entertain myself."
"Now that's silly for a lovely girl like you, to talk that way, honey," he said jovially. "There's lots of guys who would just love to take you all over town, and it wouldn't cost you a red cent. I'm one of them. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, and that's no lie."
"Th--thank you, Al." Her blushes deepened as she slowly seated herself, not too close to him. "What did you want to see me about?"
"Oh, nothing really special. As I say, I was just passing by and I wanted to see how you were. I couldn't get over meeting you Saturday night over at Belle's. You've sort of grown on me, Beth. I can tell you that."
"You-you're very flattering."
"I'm telling you the truth-it's no lie," he protested. "So now you're in the claims department? I'll bet there are lots of people in it too, and one of these days you'll be a supervisor."
"Oh my gracious, no. I'm just a beginner. There are about twenty people and all of them have been there a while, and I've got a lot to learn."
"You know," he said philosophically, as he slyly moved closer to her, unnoticed, "it must be a sort of good feeling, I mean, to sit in a business office and write out checks to people who are going to pay them for their hospital bills and when they're sick and don't have any money to buy food and stuff like that for the kids, and clothes and things like that. It's real good work, and you can be proud you're doing something like that."
"I-I hadn't thought about it like that, but I guess you're right. It is interesting."
"Of course it is. What do you do in the department?"
"Mostly filing and typing up reports from the agents, and then giving the file to one of the men or one of the head girls to get the claim investigated and pay off or not, depending on what it is. Do you know anything about insurance, Al?"
"Gee, kid, it sure sounds nice when you call me by name. I never heard it sound so nice before, and that's a fact. Sure, I know something about insurance. I used to sell it," he lied. "But I'm glad you like your job. You aren't homesick, are you?"
"Well, really-of course, I still love my mother a lot, but I just couldn't take my stepfather. The only thing is, I do wish I could talk to her or something."
"You could call her up."
"I know. I've been meaning to. But I'm so afraid he-my stepfather-would be there and answer the phone, and then he'd try to trace the call."
"I've got a better idea. Why don't I place the call to your mother, and then he won't know who I am, in case he answers."
"That's a very good idea! I-would you?"
"I'd be glad to, honey. Just tell me the number."
Beth Calhoun smiled at him and told him her mother's phone number. Al Barker picked up the phone, dialed long distance, and placed the call to Mrs. Calhoun. As luck would have it, Beth's mother was home alone. Dennis Henderson had gone out to play pool with some of his friends-or at least, that was the story he had given her. Actually, he was meeting a sexy little waitress who worked at the other end of town and they were going to a motel and fuck like minks.
"Mrs. Calhoun? Just a moment. Someone wants to talk to you from Chicago," Al said with a chuckle, then handed the phone to Beth.
"Mother? It's Beth!" the lovely young brownette exclaimed.
"Oh, darling-if you only knew how worried I've been! Where are you?"
"I'm fine, Mother. I've got a wonderful job and my own little apartment, and they've put me in a new department, and I'm going to get a raise pretty soon, and I've got lots of new friends! But how are you-and-you know-"
"He's fit to be tied! Thank goodness he's not in now, or he'd really let you have a piece of his mind, dear. He's been threatening to have the police look for you all over Chicago. I've been so worried!"
"Has he-has he hurt you, Mother?"
"Well, once in a while, when he gets a little too much liquor in him-but it can work out, I know it can. I want you to be happy, darling, that's the main thing. Can you give me your address, so I can write you?"
"If you'll promise not to let him see it."
"Of course I will."
Beth Calhoun quickly gave her mother the address, and then added, "I'll write you, Mother, but I won't put any return address on it. And I'll mark it personal. And I'll type the letter, so he won't recognize my handwriting. Do take care of yourself. I wish you could come up here and live with me. We'd get along so well without him."
"I don't like to hear you talk like that, dear. After all, I did marry him. It's going to work out. It's just a period of adjustment."
"I know, but it's been five years, and if he doesn't treat you any better now than he did then, I don't see that it's going to improve-"
"I don't want to hear any more about it, Beth. That's my problem. You just keep well and be happy. And I do hope you meet a nice fellow and get married. You let me know if that happens."
"I will. It's wonderful talking to you, Mother. Good night, darling." She hung up and turned to Al Barker, her face radiant: "It was so nice of you. It was so clever of you to think of how to get her."
"I have a couple of talents, honey," he said with a crooked smile. "I want to be your friend, because I'm very stuck on you."
"You-you shouldn't say things like that to me unless you mean them, Al. Besides, what about Belle?"
"She's just a good friend. Nothing serious between us. We had a couple of hard knocks together and I felt sorry for her, but I swear to you, kid, you're the one I go for. Didn't you feel it Saturday night, when I kissed you?"
Beth Calhoun blushed and lowered her eyes, and Al Barker, wily con man that he was, clutched her in his arms and kissed her hard, his hands molding her back and moving down to her luscious hips. Beth tried to protest, but the waves of desire that swept over her were, this time, induced by her own health need of affection and her own strong, lusty young body, not the drug that he had so insidiously used before. And when she felt his hands on her bottom, when she felt his tongue prying between her lips, she shivered and moaned and pressed against him. Her panting young titties rose and fell against his chest, and Al Barker knew he could make her here and now.
Gently he slipped off the bathrobe and his hands cupped her titties, as her hands tried to brush his away, stammering, "Oh darling, don't, please don't. It's so early. Please don't-we don't know each other-"
"I know what I want, and I want you-for life, baby, that's what. I don't go for just any girl, but I could protect you. I gather you've got a stepfather you don't like. I could stand up against him for you, and if I were your hubby, you wouldn't have to look anywhere else for protection or love, baby," he assured her.
"Oh Al, I do so want to believe you-I do-oh Al, you shouldn't-oh Al, please don't take them off-oh my-oh Al-oohhh-ooooooh!! ! ! "
Expertly he had unbuttoned her pajama tops and tugged them off, pinning her arms and thus leaving her magnificent titties vulnerable. His eyes feasted on them, and now his mouth took each nipple in turn, sucking at it, then sending the tip of his tongue furling against the drinkling bud. Beth Calhoun tried to struggle, her head tilting back, her eyes enormous and glazed, but the stimulus of passion he had induced in her by his male directness was her undoing. For now his hands sought the waistband of the pajamas, and in a trice he had them down about her knees, and now one hand was rubbing her bare behind, and one hand was rubbing her mossy cunthole, and he was kissing her so hard she couldn't get her breath.
He pulled her down onto the couch and she was on top of him, and now both his hands were gripping her bottom and his mouth was kissing hers hard. She moaned and sobbed, but she was powerless to resist. Her hands pushed at him, but weakly. It was a token resistance, because her loins were churning with the virgin urge to become a woman.
His hands were squeezing her ass-cheeks gently and lovingly as he ground his crotch against her furry nook. The friction taught her a kind of semblance of what fucking would be, and Beth Calhoun sobbed deep in her throat and she closed her eyes and shuddered as she surrendered to the waves of sensual passion swirling in her being.
"I won't hurt you, baby, I promise. I won't get you with a baby, either. Just leave it to old Al. God, how I love you, baby. You're built, you're gorgeous, you've got a mind, and I want to marry you, that's a fact," Al Barker panted. Now he wrestled himself on top of her, and Beth Calhoun found herself without her pajama pants, the legs tangled around her ankles the tops open, her arms pinned, her lips crushed against his, and her face was scarlet as she was swept with sweet confusion, maiden apprhension and what she thought was love.
Swiftly he paused, his left hand still cupping one of her titties as his right hand moved down to release his zipper, baring his cock. Then his right hand dug into his trouser pocket to produce a packet of Trojans, and he extricated one and expertly tugged it over his stiff ramrod so that the white sheath would spare her purity from the onus of an unwanted child coming from their fucking now.
Her eyes were enormous as she watched, and she turned her head to one side and closed her eyes, shivering. Now his right hand began to stroke her belly and then her lower abdomen, where the fleece grew so thickly, and then her pussy. His fingertip traced the delicate rims of her love labia, and she arched and squirmed and sighed and sighed as she felt this first titillation of a man, this first intimation that would turn her from a timid virgin into a fulfilled woman.
"I won't hurt you, I promise I won't, Beth baby. Just relax. Put your arms around me and kiss me." He stretched himself over her, and now his hands gripped her armpits as he steered her towards his goal. His prickhead prodded against the lips of her cunt, forced entry, but gently. Slowly he pressed himself forward until he felt her maiden seal.
Beth Calhoun moaned and winched, trying to squirm out from under him, but her mouth was being besieged by his fiery kisses and now by his tongue which voraciously dug between her lips and found her tongue, to great a galvanizing current of fever which burned deeply within her.
Her hands gripped him tightly and she panted, "Oh, be careful-it's my first time-oh darling, I want you too-oh, please be gentle, Al!"
"I will, baby. Get ready now-I'm going to break in, and after that, you won't feel a thing but pleasure. Get ready, sweetie!"
He arched himself and thrust, and. fortunately for Beth, her hymen yielded at his first brutal shock. She uttered a single startled cry, but already he was kissing her to silence, and she yielded under him as she felt his prick thrust into her to the very balls inside her tight warm young sheath.
Then he began to fuck her slowly, at the same time vigorously, with a steady and persistent rhythm that began to make her writhe and squirm and moan and gasp. His hands now left her armpits to cup and knead her titties, then to grab the juicy cheeks of her ass, to hold on tight as he threaded the needle between prick and cunt, drawing back to the very brink of her pussylips, then surging home to the hilt within her. He began to feel that his rhythmic prowess was making her cuntwalls quake and quiver and clasp him eagerly as he returned each time.
God, what a flirty little bitch she was, he told himself. She was really hot to trot, and she was better than Belle ever was on her best day. Or night! Grinning to himself, he proceeded to use all his artistry to prolong the fuck, holding back the spunk which surged to the lips of his puckering meatus. And finally, when he found himself no longer able to hold back the jet, he quickened his pace within her, and Beth Calhoun arched like a bow and sobbed as she was brought perilously close to creaming. He hadn't expected a creaming this first fuck, not from a cherry, but it proved how hot she was!
Then he felt himself explode, but he still worked inside her, until at last he was rewarded by her sobbing groaned and her squirmings and twistings under him. And as he lay there, tasting the glory of her mouth, feeling her titties thrusting up against his chest, he knew that he had conquered her definitively.
And when he left her apartment that evening, unbeknownst to Beth Calhoun, he had the key to her department! He had a friend on the North Side to whom he delivered the key an hour later, and half an hour after that, he was back in his own room with Belle, showing her the duplicate. He had gotten the key back to Beth by the simple ruse of knocking at her door and telling her that he just had to kiss her goodnight. Her face flaming, wearing just her pajamas, she had let him in for a goodnight kiss, and he had found the keyring in her open purse on the floor, and while she had gone out to the kitchen to get him a cold drink of water, as he had asked, he slipped it back on. Now all that was left was the killing. He had just murdered love, and now he was going to murder faith and trust and confidence as well ... and also alter the life of innocent Beth Calhoun, beyond her worst possible dreams.