Chapter 10

The longer that Sally and Gordy kept drinking, the drunker Sally became.

Gordy had a way of holding his beer, and even though he was stowing it away in good order, it didn't seem to bother him a great deal. He was joyful over the fact that Sally was getting as drunk as she was, since it meant that she was no doubt weakening.

If he could just weaken her resistance a little more, Gordy thought, she would be as vulnerable as one of his victims in the prize ring. It was a case of wearing her resistance down, then seizing on his advantage.

He knew that somebody like Joe was a fool to come on as strong with somebody like Sally as he had. The only way to entice her to bed, Gordy had surmised, early in the association, was to get her drunk, then turn her on.

As they finished another drink, Gordy reached down with his left hand and touched Sally's thigh.

"I like the warmth of your skin," Gordy said. "It's so exciting."

"You really are a rough, tough prizefighter, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but don't let that throw you. I'm really more of a lover than a fighter."

"Not when you're in the ring, I hope," Sally giggled.

"That's a completely different story," he shook his head. "I'm talking about the real me, not the Gordy who makes a living. I'm not doing that by choice, I'm doing it out of necessity."

"But aren't there other ways to make a living?"

"A living yes, but not the kind of money that I need to do the things I want. A big old Irishman like me could only make it with his fists, and that's exactly what I'm doing."

"That's real interesting to hear."

"I'll tell you something else that's interesting. You. I want to get to know you a lot better. How about going over to my apartment with me?"

"When?" Sally looked into his eyes.

"Like right now," Gordy said, squeezing her thigh more gingerly than before.

"I suppose I could."

"You're damned right you could," Gordy chuckled. "Let's get going, honey, right now."

The next thing Sally knew, she was getting up from the stool and walking with Gorden Kelly toward the parking lot.

"You see, I've got this beautiful sports car, mainly because I make money with my fists," Gordy said.

He opened the door of his Porsche, letting Sally inside.

A few minutes later they were driving down the freeway, heading toward Gordy's apartment.

"If you get bored for something to do, you can reach down and feel my prick," Gordy chuckled, looking down at his bulging cock. "You'll find that it's a warm, inspiring hunk of meat."

"It looks like it," Sally laughed.

"It's made to order for a gorgeous chick like you," Gordy told her.

"I just can't get over you, Gordy. At first you sounded like so much of a gentleman. Now you're coming on about the same way as Joe."

"No, I'd never be that crude."

"I don't mean crude, I mean forward."

"You turn me on just too much, darling. You bring out the animal in me."

"Just like being in a prize ring does?"

"No, this is completely different. This is the lover side of me coming out. Now just reach out and play with my prick."

"Not here on the freeway," she said.

"If I got off the freeway and drove down a side street, will you play with my prick then?"

"No, I wouldn't."

"That's what I was afraid of," Gordy said. "That would be crude. I don't believe in doing things like that."

"How about in private."

"That depends."

"You really are a hard cookie to crack," Gordy laughed.

"I'm not an easy mark."

"I guess you're not. But I probably like you better for that reason. You're no push-over, baby. As a matter-of-fact, you're a pretty shrewd gal."

Gordy had a thin smile on his lips as he continued driving down the freeway.

Even though Sally was still doing some active resisting, he recognized that he had the situation well in control.

Perhaps, he reasoned, he had gone a little too far in expecting her to play with his prick as they drove in the Porsche.

But one mistake certainly wasn't enough to kill him off. He would rise to the surface, getting precisely what he wanted from beautiful Sally once the time came.