Chapter 9
Ralph's adventure on that Monday night with Irene was something to remember! He thought her an unusual woman! He meditated about the advice she had given him.
She was married! It was exciting fucking her! It didn't matter whether she was married or not! He enjoyed the evening and sex with her.
Ralph wondered what he would do if he was married to her. If he was her husband and discovered her infidelity! What would he do to her? And why should a woman stacked like Irene, sexy as hell, have trouble sexually with her husband? A guy would have to be crazy to throw something like that out of his bed!
There was that confession of hers that bothered him when she gave him that left-handed compliment! About her fucking in other positions and weird places! He shook his head in disbelieving wonder. Why? So many questions!
His thoughts turned to his own marital problem. Precarious, on the verge of disintegrating! Was Paula having an affair? That was a crazy thought! Why should she? He couldn't think of any logical reason. He continued to debate the matter silently with himself.
But suppose Paula was having affairs with other men! What would he do ? He gave the matter a lot of deliberation. He would probably kill them both if he caught them! No! he argued with himself! It all depended upon the circumstances.
Arriving home, he found Paula asleep. He didn't bother waking her. In the morning, they exchanged brief amenities, and Ralph left for work. He stopped off at the bank on his way to a customer and cashed a check. Maybe he would take Irene's advice! Pick up some hooker! He would have to have a little extra cash, just in case. Paula had already received his call that he would be home late again that night.
Ralph had a problem! He didn't know any hookers! There was a spot over on 3rd and Nelson Streets. That's where all the actions was supposed to be. No good! Someone might spot him in that area. After six, anyone in that area was cruising for one thing.
He decided to ask one of the other salesmen. Some of them had a few contacts. Every now and then a client was looking for a little evening's diversion. Ralph cornered Art Rawson. He was considered one of the swingers in the company.
"Art! I need a favor," Ralph said.
"If it's a touch, I already gave at the office," Art joked.
"No! One of my accounts is looking for a little tail. I've been, out of touch for some time." He smiled. "I got my own private stock."
Art nodded understandingly. "I bet that wife of yours keeps you busy. Are you going to try and shove it on the swindle sheet or is this guy picking up the tab?"
"He's buying the merchandise. So make it good!" Ralph answered. "But no hundred dollars a night hooker!"
"Okay! Call me about five. I'll set up something," Art agreed. "What's this joker's name?"
Ralph remembered Irene's interrogation. A hesitant reply could make Art suspicious. "Tell her the guy's name is John!"
Art laughed. "That's funny! A hooker working a trick by the name of John! All right! See you around! Don't forget, call me here at five if you can't make it back."
Ralph went out and made several sales calls. His mind was concentrating on what kind of a girl Art would get. He couldn't wait until five. At five minutes before five, Ralph called the office. Art gave him a phone number and address with an exchange of code words.
It sounded like cloak and dagger bullshit! But he supposed that the hookers had to protect themselves from getting "busted". The appointment was made for eight o'clock. Ralph drove, by the address and found it to be a hotel. He continued past the building and found a decent restaurant nearby.
He ate a leisurely meal afterwards went window shopping to kill time. At eight o'clock, he called the number he had, exchanged the prepared conversation, and was invited up to a room. He was in the lobby of the hotel. Taking the elevator, he rode up to the floor and found the room.
His partner for the evening opened the door in response to a special knock. A young girl about twenty opened the door. She was a red-head and wore a multi-colored kimono.
"C'mon in, John," she invited. After he was in, she said, "No kiddin'! Is your name really John?"
He nodded. "John Doe! Not John Law! I'm here for a good time. What's it going to cost me and how long for what?"
She looked at him, doubt showing in her appraisal. "Hey! You're a little different than the guys I usually get. Usually, the guys I get kid around a little. You're all business. You got a special hang-up? like spanking or something like that?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "It's just that my business has geared me that way. That's why I'm here. To help me unwind!"
He wanted to give her the impression that he was a busy executive. Just in case their session turned out to be a fiasco for Ralph. If it got back to Art, he wouldn't suspect him.
"It's twenty-five bucks for an hour," she announced her fee. "Any way you want it; straight, suck, half and half; you name it and you got it! Except for anything weird! If it isn't too far out, I'll go along for a little extra."
"How many times can I come?" he asked.
"As many times as you think you can," she replied.
Ralph figured that he could come at least twice in an hour. Maybe, three times! He nodded in agreement.
"I'm glad that's over with! The way you acted, I thought this was going to be one of your big business transactions," she sarcasmed. She held out her hand. "Cash in advance!"
He pulled out his wallet, removed two tens and a five and gave it to her. This whole thing was so damned impersonal. It wasn't like the exciting evening he had with Irene. Or the ones he used to have with his own wife.
She took off her kimono after taking his money. Her shape wasn't too bad. Ralph found himself making comparisons constantly. The girl's manners, her looks, everything about her. His libido seemed to be turned off by the whole experience. The cock inside his pants was also disenchanted, remaining in a flaccid state.
"Ain'tcha gonna take off your clothes?" she asked.
Ralph mechanically disrobed and moved over to the bed. She reached over and grasped his soft prick. Shaking it a few times, she said, "Hey! If this is all the life you're gonna show, you're gonna blow your whole hour."
"That's what I want first!" he ordered. "A blow job."
She grasped the root of his prick and shook it a few more times. She bowed her head and vacuumed his cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue teased his prick with practiced skill. Her hand, still grasped around the root, pumped up and down. It was a cheap blow-job. She was masturbating him more than sucking him off. Ralph lay on the bed, his dick responding to her manipulations.
Surprisingly, she brought him to climax. He didn't expect to come. Ralph knew he would come with the oral and manual stimulation. But he thought that the atmosphere wasn't conducive to a good orgasm. He didn't experience the same kind of thrill he did when fucking Irene or his wife.
Her mouth sucked strongly on his cock as she drew out the last drops of come. She got up from the couch, her mouth puffed out, holding the remains of the come in her mouth. Reaching out for a kleenex, she pulled out a tissue. Ralph watched her spit out his come into the tissue.
Fucking whores didn't appeal to him. At least this one didn't! Maybe one with a different style. "How was that?" she asked.
He looked at his wrist watch. "Jeez! I have to catch a plane. Hate to bust up this party. See you around again."
Ralph stood up and got dressed. She acted insulted by his sudden rejection. Her arms were akimbo on her hips, eyes blazing angrily. "I never had a guy walk out on me yet! What's the matter? Do I have body odor or something?"
He smiled at her in an attempt to soothe her feelings. "I haven't a thing against you, honey!" he said. "It's just that I didn't realize how late it was! Tell you what! I'll be back in a month. I guarantee the next time, I'll make up for the short time now." Ralph pulled out his wallet. "Here, this should help to make up for our abbreviated session." He handed her a ten dollar bill.
The gratuity helped to pacify her. She took it and smiled. "Okay, sport! I understand. I bet you're so busy that you don't have to shit when you're working."
Ralph just nodded and left. He had found his first encounter a very disappointing one. Was Irene's suggestion a waste of time or should he pursue it further? Maybe Art might come up with a suggestion tomorrow.
He searched for Art the next day. "How did your client like the broad?" Art asked.
Ralph shrugged. "How the hell should I know? I'm not his keeper. I gave him all the information and he was on his own."
Art nodded. "Yeh! I heard. The broad called me up and told me that he got a blow job and took off to catch a plane. But he impressed her! Who was it?"
"That's privileged information," Ralph replied.
"I don't want to compromise my account. By the way, I have another one in. He wants something really way out!"
"Hey! I got something for him! I haven't seen this chick. But I heard that she's something special ! A session with her is heavy bread. Fifty dollars! Worth every cent of it!" Art told him. "Think your boy would be interested?"
Ralph nodded. "Sure, if it's real kinky. Can you set it up?"
"Sure! In fact, you get door to door service," Art said.
"Door to door service?" Ralph's question was one of surprise.
"Yeh! A cabbie drives you there and back. All part of the price," Art explained. "He generally hangs around the hack stand over on Wilson."
"How do I find this guy?" Ralph asked. A responsive alarm rang! A cab driver! Their next door neighbor was a cabbie. Was it he? It would never do to use him. He didn't want his neighbor to know about his secret sex life.
Ralph decided to keep the taxi-stand under surveillance to see if Kolich showed up. His coworker, Art Rawson, told him where to go. He looked at his watch. "Sometimes, he shows up about now! It all depends on his customers. Come on, let's go out and see if he's there!"
They walked over towards the stand. A cab was moving into the line. Art pointed towards the cab. "There he is now!"
Ralph took a long look at the driver. It was Kolich! He pulled back. "I know that guy!" he declared. "Forget him! If I make an appointment, he might think it was for me. See if you can find someone. I'd appreciate it."
Art shrugged his shoulders. "Suits me! But I hear that this guy has a real hot piece of ass working for him. Call me about five and I'll see if I can find someone else."
Ralph kept his eye on Kolich as he moved toward his own car. When and if he made a move, Ralph would follow him. Some inner voice told him that his wife was involved. Ralph couldn't believe it. Kolich was speaking to someone. The man got into the cab and the car pulled away from the curb.
Ralph kept a safe distance behind the cab, keeping it in sight. They were headed back towards his house. What the hell! That didn't mean anything! Kolich was known for his wild parties. He was using that for his base of operations probably. The cab stopped in front of Kolich's house.
Ralph continued along the opposite side of the street, slowly coasting. He watched Kolich and his passenger get out and go to the door of Kolich's house. Ralph stopped, got out, and went to his house to see if Paula was home. She wasn't!
Suspicion gnawed at him. He went over to the adjacent house. Trying the door, he was surprised to find it unlocked. Carefully, he opened the door. Ralph realized that he was trespassing. The charge could also be illegal entry. The legal aspects didn't bother him now. He had to find out if Paula was this special piece of ass that Art Rawson described.
The sound of voices drew him towards the basement. Kolich and his client were talking about the woman down there. Only the sounds were distinguishable, not the words. Stealthily, he made his way towards the basement door. The door was open. Ralph moved slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. Reaching the stairs, he moved as furtively as possible.
Everyone seemed to be interested in the woman on a couch. Ralph could see that she was spread-eagled, bound. He couldn't see her face. The two men were standing close to her head. Kolich's client moved away to begin disrobing.
That's when he saw the face of the woman on the couch. He stood there stunned! Some instinct caused Paula to look towards the stairs. Panic! Her eyes widened in horror! She never expected this shameful confrontation. Back in her mind, she restrained the thought of eventual discovery.
"Ralph!" she exclaimed. "Help me!"
Kolich wheeled around. The customer, partially undressed, also turned at her shout.
The customer hurriedly dressed. Kolich rushed to his bar and picked up a bottle. Grabbing his weapon, he turned, expecting Ralph to attack him. He didn't expect Ralph's reaction. Neither did Paula!
Her husband reached her side in angry strides His face was twisted in a wrathful mask. Paula, in her helpless state, seeing her husband descending upon her, cried out.
"Ralph! It's not what you think! Please!" she pleaded in an attempt to appease his surly approach. "Ralph! Please! You have to listen to me! Help me, help me!"
Her entreaties were wasted. He looked down at her in disgust. "You dirty whoring bitch!" he exploded. His hand swung across her face, slapping it hard.
The blow made Paula cry out in pain. She had started to sob softly during her pleas. The blow made her cry out, turning her sobs into a violent torrent of tears.
Ralph turned to Kolich. "Cut her loose!" he angrily demanded.
"Sure, sure!" Kolich answered. His voice showed his eagerness to do anything to avoid any further trouble. "Honest, Mr. Simmons, the whole thing was your wife's idea.
"I'll cut her loose. Just don't get excited and start anything. I don't want any trouble."
Kolich moved cautiously towards Paula. The bottle had been replaced with a knife. He held it out warily, uncertain whether the cuckold standing before him would attack. Kolich sawed the wrist bonds. He circled Ralph, his eyes watching for any sudden movements. Seconds later, Paula's leg bonds were loosened.
Paula got off the couch and embraced her husband. "Ralph, Ralph!" she tearfully cried. "Please! It's not true! You have to understand!"
Ralph shoved her away roughly. "Get dressed and go home!" he ordered. His eyes blazed at Kolich. He stood looking at the cab driver, rage showing on his face; trembling from the effort of restraining a temper that threatened to explode.
"I don't want you ever to speak to me or my wife again!" he said, emphasizing each word. "And if I should hear about this matter involving my wife and you from any source," Ralph punctuated each word by pointing his finger, "or if I receive any kind of malicious phone calls, I'll come back here. Then I'll take that fucking knife you're holding and cut off your balls with it and stuff them in your mouth!" he warned.
Ralph turned around and snapped at the client who stood watching the confrontation. "What's your name?" he demanded.
"Please, don't get me involved!" the man answered. He looked at Ralph with frightened eyes. "Honest, I never touched your wife! I don't know either one of you. As far as I'm concerned, I was never here! I never saw either one of you!"
The man's sentences came out in short bursts. He was trying to pacify him, directing away any ire Ralph felt for him. "I'm a married man! Honest! I don't want to get involved."
Ralph took a long hard look at the man. "I know what you look like, mister! That goes for you, too! I don't want to see you near my wife again! Not even to ask for the time of day!"
"Sure, sure!" the man answered in excited assurance. He ran for the stairs and hurried up.
Paula had dressed. The two men stood appraising each other. With sudden unexpectedness, Ralph's foot shoot upward. It caught Kolich in the balls! He dropped to the ground in painful writhing. His knife had fallen free of his hand.
Ralph went over and picked up the knife, holding it poised over the fallen man's crotch.
"I just wanted to prove that your fucking knife doesn't scare me," Ralph snarled. "I can cut your balls off now just as easily as some other time. Just remember! Keep away from my wife and me! And keep your mouth shut!"
He threw the knife away. To emphasize his threat, Ralph kicked Kolich in the balls again. He grabbed his wife roughly by the elbow and shoved her up the stairs. Paula tried to explain as he angrily pulled her towards their house.
Ralph's jaw was shut tight. Paula could feel the seething rage within him. Her sobs, her pleas, her explanations failed to appease him.
Inside their house, Ralph picked up the phone and called the office. He spoke to his sales manager explaining that some personal business had come up. The mater would require a few days' absence. Ralph gave him a list of the appointments he had made. The calls would be taken care of, the manager assured him.
Paula stood silently watching her husband, fearful of what was going to happen next.
When he finished his call, she started to plead again. "Ralph, I want you..., " she began. He interrupted her.
"I don't want to hear one word from you," he snapped. "When I want you to talk, I'll let you know."
"What ... what are you going to do?" she asked anxiously.
He was seated near the phone in the kitchen.
She watched him as he sat in angry contemplation.
"You get your ass up to our bedroom!" he ordered. "When I decide what to do, I'll let you know."
Paula walked out of the kitchen, tearful sobs shaking her body. She hoped that he wouldn't divorce her. Any punishment he would inflict upon her would be better than that.