Chapter 4
The party was alive with the whirling mass of people she despised. She glanced around at them, a look on her face of complete control that hid her hatred and contempt. Thankfully, she was not required to do anything more than see to the guests comfort.
She would not have consented to even that, had it not been for the plan. But she could compromise with her own values to a certain degree. If it suited her purpose, she thought, grimly, she would have wiped their asses for them.
But she merely had to look stunning, as she did, and guide the guests to the food, the booze, and themselves. The party was being held for the girl, though it was a little early for a coming out party, she thought.
Candy did look beautiful, and she could gaze at the girl, with a little amusement and approval, drinking in the innocence she had already helped to betray a little. It was nice to watch the bitch maneuver about the floor, knowing that soon she would be nicely corrupt and completely under her command.
I wonder how her asshole feels, Salome thought with an inner chuckle. I'd like to give her a little pat on the bottom and see how she reacts.
The girl drifted by, both of them exchanging glances that could have meant total dislike or disinterest. Salome nodded to herself, drinking in the creamy white tops of the girl's breasts, revealed by the naked shoulder design of the gown, then the enticing sway of her buttocks as she walked away.
Beyond her, was her mother, and the nurse stared at the women intently, trying to read her mind from the look in her vacant eyes. Mother and daughter greeted each other almost formally, and neither seemed to desire more than the offered cheek the woman gave the girl to peck.
Salome turned away shaking her head. She reflected that if she saw any more fuck-ups with these people, she was going to just quit worrying about anything. They were turning out to be easier to maneuver than she had ever dreamed they might be. , She walked into the kitchen and nearly bumped into Bert Tapper who was talking to a tall, handsome black man. She recognized him at once, as Elgin Downey and she shook her head, slightly as the two men turned to her.
"This is our nurse, Doctor Downey," Bert said, grinning broadly. "But I'm getting to believe she's a great deal more than that to the family."
Elgin extended his hand and Salome took it, feeling the slight bit of pressure he put on her palm as they shook, gently. "I am charmed to meet you," he said, finally, giving Salome a chance to breathe a bit easier.
"She's a beauty, isn't she, Doctor," laughed Bert, obviously a little drunk and weaving slightly under the effects of the liquor he had consumed. "I swear, she's about the prettiest little thing I've ever employed."
The tenor of his joke and its whisper of meaning were not lost on Elgin, whose eyes almost narrowed for a moment. "I am sure she is good at her job," he said, pointedly.
"Can I get you another drink, Doctor Downey," Salome said, her voice smooth and unruffled.
"How about that, eh, Doctor?" chuckled Bert, slipping his arm around Salome's shoulder. "Can't ask for better service than that, can you?"
Discreetly, the black woman slipped beneath the man's arm and took Elgin's glass from his hand. She quickly moved into the bar and had the bartender fill it, making it as strong as possible.
Having Elgin at the party was unsettling, to say the least, and if she had to confront him, she wanted it to be on a level of ground that she commanded. Since she rarely drank herself, dealing with someone a little under the influence would give her the needed edge.
By the time she returned to the kitchen, Elgin was by himself, leaning against the side of the sink, his arms folded in front of him. He watched the door intently, yet did not move when she entered at last.
"You seem to be doing well," he murmured, taking the glass from her hand.
"How have you been, Elgin?" she said, trying to sound warmer toward him than she was feeling. Somehow, it was as if he was there deliberately to fuck with her.
He shrugged. "I'm alive," he sighed. "I've missed you," he added, after a few thick and heavy moments of silence passed between them.
"Oh, Elgin," she moaned. "Come on, now, it's all in the past, let's leave it there, shall we?"
"I find that hard to do, Salome," he whispered thickly. "Almost impossible."
She smiled thinly. "Then you will have to try harder, my love," she said, evenly. "For I have succeeded quite well, I assure you."
She turned to go and he caught her arm. "What are you doing here?" he snarled. "What kind of life is this for a woman of your talents, playing nanny to white folks brats?"
"It's a good living that will get better," she snarled. "I didn't ask for your permission, Elgin, I didn't think I needed it."
"You could be doing great things," he nearly sobbed. "You could be helping our people. Yet, here you are, sucking up to the honky!"
Their whispers were thick and intense and she shook her head to quiet him. "Now listen to me, Elgin," she hissed cruelly. "Don't fuck this up on me, I mean it."
He smiled thinly. He sighed once more and leaned back against the sink again. "Why should I," he said, grimly. "I'm here asking for his money too, I don't dare mess with his kid's nurse, do I?" "What kind of money are you looking for?" she asked, trying to keep the interest even and controlled in her voice.
Elgin laughed, bitterly. "I got a little clinic I want to set up, nothing special, just something I'd like to do," he explained. "Only there ain't much money for nigger clinics these days."
She nodded. "You keep out of my life, Elgin," she said, coolly, "and you'll have the money, I promise you."
He stared at her, a thin, painful smile coming across his lips. "You found the sweet ride, is that it?" he spat, sourly. "You gonna take this family down that road you were planning, huh?"
She nodded slowly. "And everybody can be happy, if you just keep your nose out of it," she whispered harshly. "Forget about us, forget about me, Elgin. Think about the clinic."
With that, she turned away from him and returned to the main living room of the huge apartment. She did not look back, she did not have to, for the aching in her heart that she couldn't quite ignore, told her that his eyes followed her all the way.
The party went on until nearly two in the morning. Though it was quite later than fashionable, the Tapper's put on a good spread, it was said, and people usually stayed longer at their affairs.
As usual, Bert Tapper got drunk quick and early, and spent the better part of the evening lurching around the room, trying to flirt with the women guests. His wife remained stone-faced for most of the evening, while his daughter tried to keep him from drinking, without success.
Naturally, Salome did nothing to interfere with any of it. It was not her business in any case, and she would not have done anything, anyway. She liked it when the man made a fool out of himself. It was a sort of delicious revenge to watch, and it made her eventual comforting of him, later on, all the more important to him.
By two, however, he was barely able to stand, leaning heavily on one side of the door, while his daughter stood on the other, bidding the last of the guests goodnight. Salome busied herself with getting the few guests too dead drunk or too stubborn to leave on their own, to the door.
She was rather surprised to find Elgin still there. He was leaning against the kitchen sink again, this time, however for a lot more support than earlier. His grin was crooked and forced when she entered the room.
"I want a goodnight kiss, baby," he said, his words tumbling over one another as she approached him.
"For God's sake, Elgin, straighten up," she hissed at him. "You're gonna mess up everything, like this!"
"I said a kiss, bitch," he snarled, hooking his arm around her neck and pulling her to him. "You're not getting rid of me without at least that!"
The sour, reeking scent of gin was on his breath and she felt her stomach churning as he pulled her to him. But she did not try and struggle and when their lips met, it was suddenly as if he wasn't drunk at all.
He kissed her warmly, tenderly, with no trace of brutality or awkwardness. She felt herself responding to. the kiss, in spite of herself, and for several moments they stood there, locked in an intense and powerful embrace.
At last he pushed her away from him. "You still ain't lost it," he said, weakly. Then he gulped and made himself amazingly dignified, considering how he had appeared just moments before. "And you never will, either," he added grimly.
He walked to the kitchen door and pushed it open, then turned and grinned at her, his drunken eyes blazing wildly. "You'll never be able to escape your own emptiness, Salome," he said, coldly. "That kiss told me that."
Then he turned and was gone, leaving her alone with the sounds of the kitchen swirling around her like screaming voices. She stood there for several seconds, listening for his goodnight to Tapper and his daughter, then when she heard it, she entered the living room again.
She saw Candy slipping into the hallway as she entered, and she paused for a moment, wanting to wait until she could be alone with Bert. When she heard the door of the girl's bedroom closing quietly, she went up to the man.
It was quite obvious that he was drunk, but to her expert eye, he was not all that stoned, but rather playing at being drunker than he was. He turned as she approached, leering at her almost obscenely.
"Well, how'd you like the party, baby," he smirked, waving the glass he was holding in his hand. "Having fun, are you?"
"Most certainly, Mister Tapper," she replied, demurely.
He laughed in an abrupt fashion. I'll bet you did, I'll bet you just did," he hissed. "See enough, did you? See all the white folks making fools of themselves?"
She gazed at him coldly.
She had to answer, yet her reply had to be very, very careful and correct. To answer in anger or bitterness, to allow too much contempt would be merely giving him more ammunition to fire at her. At the same time, to deny her contempt, to act as if she blithely accepted it all, would be treating him like a fool, just as dangerous a course of action.
In the end, the response had to be firm and self-confident, without being disrespectful. Fortunately, she had had a lot of practice in that. She had, in fact, studied responding in such a manner for years.
"All people make fools of themselves now and then, Mister Tapper," she said, evenly. "Some people so much more than others. I do not bother myself with people who are fools all the time."
He gazed at her, the thin, bloodless smile on his lips and shook his head. "Jesus, you are something," he sighed at last. "You could talk him out of his money, then make him feel bad that he didn't give you his wallet in the bargain."
She laughed easily at that, pointing to the bar. "Mind if I have one with you," she said, quietly. "I could use a nightcap before turning in.
He nodded, pouring her a glass of wine and adding a couple of ice cubes to it. "To your health and future, Salome," he said, coolly. "I am sure they will both be bright and successful."
"One hopes," she purred in return. "One hopes."
He pointed to the large, comfortable divan in die center of the living room and she followed his lead, sitting down on one end of it. He sat down in the near middle, not quite next to her, but a few inches away.
She was a little intrigued as to why he was not being more aggressive. He often became more sexual when drinking, indeed, some of his most lusty periods with her, had come with drink. So his rather reserved attitude this evening was a bit strange.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, he merely smiling and sipping his wine, she nodding at him now and then, trying to keep her sense of nervousness and anticipation under guarded control.
"You like it here with us, Salome?" he said at last, almost blurting out his question.
"Of course, Mister Tapper," she replied quickly. "I would not stay if I did not. I am happy here."
"What do you think of us?" he asked, evenly. He had turned to face her now, his eyes dark and narrowed with intent.
Carefully, she placed her glass of wine on the table in front of them, "I could answer that with the same question, Mister Tapper," she nearly hissed.
He chuckled softly. "You've had a hard life, haven't you?" he whispered. "You've had to fight for everything you've gotten, right?"
She nodded slowly. "But I don't complain about it, and I don't expect the world owes me a living because of it, either. I'll work for what I get."
"You'll do whatever it takes?"
"Whatever it takes," she echoed. She wasn't hiding her hardness, then, wasn't trying to pretend she was soft and weak inside.
"You make me very happy, you know," he whispered, his voice even lower now, nearly trembling with a surging emotion. "You can't know how happy you make me."
"I am glad of that," she replied, honestly. "It is exactly what I want to do."
He groaned, putting his glass down on the table with a trembling hand that nearly spilled the contents, though it was hardly a third full. He reached out for her and she came to him, falling almost into his tight, anxious embrace.
Their mouths met, his rather wet and sloppy, hers nearly dry, but warm and soft, nonetheless. She felt his hungry kiss moving greedily over her delicate, pliant petals and his hand braced tightly at the base of her spine.
"God, you don't know what you do for me," he moaned, his tongue lashing against her teeth, trying desperately to pry the even, white pearls apart.
She shivered as she felt the tongue slithering back and forth, and she parted her teeth, then, allowing him access to her mouth. He drove his hungry arrow at hers and greedily entwined the two darts together.
She had one of her hands on his arm, and she dropped . it now, to his lap, cupping it lightly over his crotch. He moaned a little louder, shivering with an involuntary response to the contact.
She felt his free hand cupping over her breasts, squeezing them hungrily through the gown she was wearing. It was a demure outfit, coming from her neck to well below her knees, very proper and almost drab.
She was not wearing a bra, however, and Bert Tapper moaned with need as he felt the spongy softness of her breasts beneath the material of the gown. He kneaded and massaged them, shivering once more as she closed her hand a little tighter around the bulge that was growing beneath it.
He pushed her back against the corner of the divan, dropping his other hand to her knee. "Ahh, baby, Salome, what a little temptress you are, he chuckled thickly. What a delicious little temptress, indeed!"
She felt his fingers moving back and forth along the length of her thigh, in no hurry now, content to take their time and enjoy themselves. She shuddered slightly as his mouth continued its kiss, once again, less hurried and impatient.
Her fingers toyed with the buttons to his shirt, pulling them free as he rode his hand over her lovely limb and squeezed her breasts, more intently, then. She shivered, feeling him slipping the hand down to her knee and beneath the hem of her dress.
"I feel quite nice, myself, Mister Tapper," she cooed, lovingly. The warmth was spreading through her now, dull and plodding, but still shimmering at the edges of her sensations.
She pulled lazily on the zipper to his trousers, taking her time unbuckling His belt and unfastening the button that held the pants shut. The man groaned thickly as she slipped her hand inside, digging around his shorts until she found the thick, hard tool she was seeking.
An instant, spasmodic tremor rode through his flesh as she curled her lovely digits around his manhood and held it firmly in her grasp. Almost at once, it expanded to twice its size and his erection became fuller and more firm.
"God, Jesus, that's good," he muttered, leaning away from her and sighing as if he could not bare to be too close in that moment. "Ahh, Salome, only you can do it, baby, only you!"
She was laughing softly as she pulled his shaft from the confinement of his trousers and held it balanced in her palm. She opened and closed her fingers rhythmically around the rod, squeezing it to even fuller size and power.
Hungrily, he rode his hand down her back, taking her zipper with it. She felt her gown parting, falling away from her breasts, which trembled then, enticingly with their sudden freedom.
The nipples were already hard and throbbing, two dark nubs, thick and luscious, against the even darker background of her globes. He stared at them with greed for a moment, just gazing at their full, lush beauty.
Eagerly, his hand clasped over one soft, pliant sphere and he kneaded it, driving the hard nipple into the flesh of his palm. She moaned quietly and leaned into him, mashing her breast hard against his clutching hand.
Beneath her gown, his fingers were crawling steadily up along her inner thigh, thrilling to the dampness and textured warmth of her precious limb. He slithered the seeking spears to the apex of her legs and she jerked spasmodically as she felt them caressing her mound through her panties.
But for their heavy breathing, the house was still, everyone now asleep and unknowing of their growing passion. In the past, she might have been concerned at their boldness, but it did not matter, then, for she was certain that they would not be disturbed.
Riding her fingers over his cock, she squeezed the heavy, warm tool tightly in her fist. She could feel the surging of his blood in the shaft, a constant, pulsating warmth that grew stronger with every massage she gave him.
He was shuddering almost rhythmically as she pumped her lovely spears along the length of his manhood. He felt her thumbnail slicing through the surface of his tool and he groaned, shivering with the pleasure he felt baking in his loins.
"That's it, Salome, Jesus, that's it," he gasped, his voice as thick as oil, then, harsh and raspy to her ears. "Ohh, baby, more, yeah, more of that, yeah!"
Salome closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the man's fingers pulling on her panties, trying anxiously to get them from her hips. She pushed him away, gently and stood, slithering the unwanted garment quickly down over her legs and feet.
His moan of wanting was intense as she sat back down on the divan, drawing her dress up around her hips and parted her long, lovely legs to give him access to her damp, fevered loins. He dropped his hand to her cunt once more, cupping his palm over it, and he moaned as his flesh thrilled to the warmth of hers.
"Ummm, that's nice, Mister Tapper," the beautiful black woman groaned. "Ooo, there, that's it, yes, right there, please!"
As his fingers kneaded and caressed her hot, damp hillock, she quickly took hold of his cock once more. She could feel it pounding with fevered blood, now, engorged to its fullest thickness, throbbing with the passion he was experiencing.
She rode her fingers briskly over the tool, now, twisting and turning them against his flesh, digging the nails into his meat as she went along. Each stroke seemed to make the man tremble with pleasure and need, and the thick, hard head of his prick beat steadily against her soft, tapping thumb.
Salome wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him toward her bosom. "Ohh, kiss them, please, Mister Tapper," she moaned softly. "Kiss my breasts, I need it so badly, please!"
His mouth was eager as it covered her mounds, mashing his face hungrily against them. She felt his teeth gnawing at the flesh and she gasped as his tongue lashed at her taut, thick nipples.
The electric warmth was spreading rapidly through her flesh, and the dull, throbbing ache of desire was growing steadily inside of her loins. She jerked involuntarily as he rode the tips of his fingers over her cunt lips, toying and pinching them in a teasing manner.
"You're so hot and wet, all the time," he moaned quietly, pressing his lips cruelly to her breasts and kissing them savagely. "So God damn slippery and warm!"
She laughed, nodding her head and holding his to her chest with eager hunger. Her fingers pumped rapidly up and down on his cock, then, and she shuddered violently as she felt him slithering two of his own digits into her tight, warm tunnel.
As he ran the prongs to the depths of her pussy, she jerked and shuddered again, with uncontrollable delight. She felt the thick knob of his thumb against her clit, and sighed as he rubbed the tight, juicy nugget determinedly.
Inside her hot, wet cunt, his fingers were kneading and massaging her inner flesh, leisurely riding back and forth along the taut, narrow passage, sending the shimmering waves of pleasure racing through her loins.
She cupped his balls with her free hand, then and squeezed them tightly, making him nearly scream with delight. The hot, hairy bag was drawn tight, the flesh quaking as she held it in her fist, churning with the hot come swirling inside of it.
He caught one of her nipples between his teeth and she sobbed, the angry thrill tearing through her breast as he lashed the imprisoned nugget with his tongue. She shivered violently, twisting and turning out of control, with his fingers now pumping in and out of her cunt in a rhythmic manner.
Each stroke made the fires of her wanting burn higher in her loins. She felt the stiff, thick digits racing inside her cave, kneading and scraping against her undulating inner walls, stimulating her intensely.
"That is so wonderful, Mister Tapper," she moaned softly, her head rocking from left to right against her shoulders. "Ohh, yes, so warm and wonderful, indeed!"
His laughter was thick and strained and he moaned, too, as he felt her pumping action grow more intense on his cock, her actions more violent and fevered as she stroked his pounding meat. He lathered her nipple wildly with his tongue and sucked more of her breast into his mouth.
His prick was surging with need, a throbbing, savage tool that burned with passion. The huge prong pounded so fiercely that it nearly hurt him by this time, and each stroke she took forced his come to grow closer to the point of explosion in his balls.
The scent of their own lust tingled in their nostrils, then, thick and heady, a sweet, and overwhelming aroma. The enticing odor stimulated their passions, even as their bodies began to drip from the fevered sweat of their own wanting.
Again and again his fingers rode into her cunt. She shivered and rocked in rhythm with the plunging spears, locking her cunt walls and muscles firmly around them. She felt the thundering power of his attack consuming her, and the idea of his cock being deep inside of her became more and more thrilling to her.
She began to pull more urgently on his prick, then, pumping her hand faster and harder on his shaft. "Ohh, Mister Tapper, yes, in me, I need it, yes," she moaned. She was writhing under his attack now, her cunt on fire as his fingers plunged into her.
He was laughing, but not in triumph, for the sheer intensity of his pleasure and the way it was consuming him was evident in his voice. He groaned, twisting his fingers inside of her, rubbing his thumb savagely against her juicy clit.
The tiny button was as hard as a pebble and quivered under the impact of his caress. The stinging need was surging wildly in her cunt, and she nearly lost control of her muscles as his fingers attacked her damp, slippery flesh.
The fierce pounding of his tool in her fingers told her that he was as excited or even more so than she. He jerked and groaned, twisting and turning under her attack, his body on fire with greed by this time.
"Jesus, you sweet little bitch," he groaned fiercely. "Man, do I ever need you, do I ever need you, now!"
For the two of them, the passion had reached a new and feverish intensity that they had not expected. Their loins burned with greed, their flesh steaming with wanting. Their bodies were so slippery, now, that their flesh more slithered around each other, than made any firm contact.
She began to tug on his shaft, trying desperately to get him between her smooth, black thighs. She shivered, groaning as he quickly rolled over one lovely limb and settled down between them.
His cock pounded with exquisite agony, and he grunted thickly as he rose up and over her cunt, the head of his tool brushing against the lips of her cunt. He gasped, pulling his fingers from her pit and allowed her to guide his surging meat toward the quivering folds of flesh that guarded the entrance to her chamber.
She sobbed as she felt the hot, pounding head of his cock pushing between her love petals. Her cunt reacted at once, fluttering violently around the invading spear, eagerly attempting to draw it inside of her.
"Deep, ohh, God, go deep," she moaned, jerking spasmodically as he entered her. "Umm, yes, deeper, all the way, deeper, yes!"
He felt her pussy muscles expanding and contracting around his shaft, urging him along as he plunged the spear into her cave. He rocked from left to right, jerking with harsh, angry tremors, burying his prick to the hilt in her hot, lovely tunnel.
As he lay deep inside of her, he felt her walls and muscles undulating around him. He slipped his hands beneath the soft, yet firm alf moons of her buttocks, and pulled her loins tightly to his throbbing groin.
"Jesus, always so good and tight," he gasped, his voice broken with need. "Always so warm and snug, you sweet bitch!"
She laughed in a throaty voice and thrust her cunt hard to his loins. "Umm, fuck me, Mister Tapper," she giggled girlishly. "Yes, fuck me, hard, right now!"' The man shuddered, her words roaring in his ears with all the delicious promise she offered. He felt her cunt tight around his shaft as he pulled back out of her, and the powerful contractions of her pit sent throbbing waves of delicious agony racing through every inch of his pounding weapon.
"Ohh, baby, I'm going to fuck you," he grunted harshly. "I'm going to fuck you real good, Salome, real damn good, I promise!"
Her fingers locked over his shoulders and dug into his flesh through his shirt. She moaned as she felt him slithering his tool back into her once more, rocking from left to right as he buried the prick in the depths of her pussy again.
Now he began to ride the weapon in and out of her cunt in harsh, erratic thrusts. He tried to find a rhythm, but was too frenzied in his lust to do anything but drive in and out of her as hard and fast as possible.
She locked her inner thighs tightly against his legs and thrust herself up to meet the plunging shaft. Greedily she massaged his cock as it roared into her cave, kneading the long, thick spear as it slithered along inside of her.
Every part of her body was on fire with wanting, burning with more lust than she would have ever expected with this man. She could think of nothing but the cock sliding back and forth along the slippery walls of her tunnel, and the powerful, throbbing demand she felt as the flesh of his tool pounded against her inner core.
Harder and faster he drove into her, now, his groaning so thick, and muffled with passion, that it seemed to be one, long continual sigh of delight. He bucked back and forth, twisting and rocking against the snug sleeve of her pussy, thrilling to the way her muscles so expertly worked on his thundering manhood.
Their lust had almost reached a point of explosion by this time, and from the way her cunt was locking against the tool, drawing so fiercely tight around it, he could tell she was very near to a climax.
He gripped her sweaty buttocks tightly in his fingers and powered back and forth savagely, bringing her to the point of ecstasy as he rode into her. She sobbed, jerking with the impact of her release as it washed over her loins.
"Jesus, yes, coming, I'm coming, Mister Tapper, yes," she moaned, thrusting her damp, churning tunnel hard against his plunging tool. "Ohhh, it's so good, coming is so good, now!"
He could feel the pulsating warmth of her orgasm and the liquid pleasure of her relief and it drove his passion to its wildest and more fevered degree, forcing him to slam in and out of her uncontrollably.
"Ohh, yeah, ohhh, yeah, I'm going to come, yeah," he moaned, his voice weak and drained of nearly every bit of strength. "God, yes, going to come so good, you sweet, black bitch, so fucking good!"
She felt the tool ramming into her brutally and throbbing back and forth as the climax surged upward from his balls. Waves of thick, hot come spurted from his tool, splashing against her inner flesh with a searing delight.
They shuddered uncontrollably on the divan, him grinding his body into hers as their orgasms consumed them. The world seemed to spin around them, leaving them with only the sensual pleasure they were experiencing.
Again and again her loins rumbled with pleasure and his cock spurted come into her pit. He shuddered and gasped, unable to do anything by lay inside of her, then, emptying every bit of his passion and seed into her hot, tight channel.
She held him tightly, feeling the lingering tremors rippling through her loins, and the spasmodic shuddered quaking in his tool. Her eyes were shut tight in her pleasure and from the way he was nearly. crying with delight, she. could tell that his orgasm had been more powerful and intense for him than any of the rest.
As they lay there, trying hard to catch their breath, she knew she had brought him closer into her net, had once more drawn him tighter into her grasp. The summer was barely two weeks away, she was thinking, and she was now more certain than ever, that she could and would accomplish the task she had set for herself. By the time September arrived, she thought, they would be under her control.