Chapter 7

When Harry Fields found out that afternoon, that Lena was planning to work late at the office, tonight, he had to make plans fast. He got hold of Corinne right away but had a little trouble at first contacting Van Jagger. But he finally reached him, Next he had to go to that hotel across the street and make his arrangements there.

That wasn't too much of a problem. A five dollar bill to the room clerk got him the two rooms he wanted, next to each other, on the right floor, on the right side of the building. One, of course, was for Van and Corinne. The other was for himself. He had to make sure that the show they were going to stage, went on at just the right time. So he made arrangements with Van for a signal when Van was to start the action. He was to begin making love to Corinne when Harry pounded three times on the wall between the two rooms.

It started to get dark about eight o'clock. Standing out of sight behind the curtains in his room, Harry watched the window of Lena's private office across the street. He wondered how long it would be before she came over and looked out the window or if she ever would. Yet, he was almost sure she would have to, out of curiosity, alone, if nothing else. Almost anybody would, after witnessing the sight she'd seen the last time.

But as a half hour went by and she didn't show up, he began to wonder. Then a few minutes later, there she was. Harry Fields' heart began to pound. He waited a few minutes to be sure that she stayed at the window.

He was just about to leave, then, when he saw her quickly turn away and Harry cursed. Something had gone wrong. Either she hadn't been looking in the right window or else Van had goofed it up, somehow.

Then he saw the light in Lena's office go out. He sighed. That figured. She was all alone over there and she wouldn't want Van and Corinne to see her staring out the window at them. So she'd turned off the light. He couldn't see her but he was pretty sure that she was back at that window again, looking across at the hotel.

Harry left the room, took the elevator down to the lobby and left the hotel. He crossed the street not too concerned about Lena seeing him; she would hardly be looking down at the street, not with what was going on in the hotel room. He entered the office building and took the night elevator up to their floor. He used his own key to enter the outer office as silently as he could. Then he tiptoed to the doorway of Lena's private office, stood there, looking in. He could see her figure, outlined against the flashing of a neon glow from outside.

He could hear her breathing. She sounded as though she had been running for a mile. Cod, he thought, but Van and Corinne must be putting on a good show for her.

Lena groaned out loud, then and sucked a ragged, noisy breath in through her teeth. "Oh!" she cried out, then. "Oh, look at them! Oh. come on, that's right! Let him! Oh, good! Oh, my God, look at that"

Harry Fields stood there listening, excitement rising in him like floodwater backing up behind Adam. He began to tingle and throb with the heat building in him. He forced himself to wait a little longer. He didn't want to make a move too soon. Then he heard Lena whisper hoarsely into the dark:

"Oh, why don't I have somebody? I can hardly stand it. Oh, if only somebody was here. Why didn't Harry stay, like last time? Oh, Heaven help me, where's Harry?"

He moved toward her then. "Here I am, Baby," he said, softly. "Don't tell me those two girls are at it again.

You're in luck, Lena, that I stopped by to pick up some papers."

"Oh, Harry, is it really you?" she asked, excitedly. Then he was close enough to see that it was. "Oh, come here," she ordered breathlessly. "It isn't the two girls, this time. It's even better. It's a man and a woman. Look!"

Standing beside her at the window, Hairy looked down and saw Van and Corinne. Just then, they rolled over into a new position and now Corinne was taking the masculine role. Harry watched the rotating movement of Corinne's fine hips and outthrust buttocks.

"Like, wow!" he said.

He slid his arm around Lena's waist and cupped one of her brassiered breasts, briefly, as she whispered: "You should have been here, earlier. You you should have seen what she was doing to him, before, before they did this! Oh, I've never seen anything like it. And she seemed to enjoy it so!"

Now, Harry was hastily unzipping the back of Lena's dress, then forcing it down off her shoulders and over her hips. Then he unhooked her bra, feeling the feverish heat of her back against his fingers. The bra fell free and dropped to the floor and he reached around and his hands filled to overflowing with the great round bombs of Lena's maturely voluptuous breasts. The hard peaks bored against his palms as he rotated them. At the same time, the soft rear rounds of her pushed back against him, covered only by the thin silk of her step ins.

After a moment he freed her breasts again and stepped back, swiftly undressed himself. Then he got a straight chair from one side of the office, brought it over by the window. He set it down. He reached and eased Lena's panties whispering down over her ample hips and long, full-fleshed thighs. Then he fixed the chair, sideways to the window and sat down on it

"What are you doing?" Lena asked, huskily.

"Fixing things-so you can watch them and enjoy yourself, at the same time," he told her. "Come here." He reached out and pulled her between his parted legs. He reached around and cupped the great, soft, smooth rounds of her handsome derriere. held her to him, while he buried his face in the deep, soft, scented valley between her huge breasts. He moved his face back and forth there, savoring the soft, pillowing flesh, while Lena groaned with delight. Next, his lips coursed all over each thrusting, grapefruit sized breast, his tongue active, finally seizing with his lips, each achingly distended nipple. His lips teased and plucked at them while Lena groaned and begged for him to help her out.

A moment later he had mercy on her and adjusted both their positions. Then he slowly pulled her down onto him while he sat upon the chair.

Lena made a little piercing cry as contact was made and began moving her hips. Harry was still holding her by the buttocks. Now he held her tightly and surged upward. Lena wailed and at the same time lowered her own body, in a contrapuntal action that brought them completely together. Her movements became wild and furious, then, as she watched what was going on in the hotel room across the street, stimulated by that to even greater efforts.

Several times Lena was able to bring herself, crying out, to quick, animal satisfaction; the last time, after the couple across the street had untangled their limbs and lay back separately, in exhaustion. Then once more when Harry Fields was no longer able to restrain himself.

Collapsed, now, her arms still around Harry's neck, Lena felt the relief and release from tension flowing through her, like cooling water on a hot summer day. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. And all the time, Harry held her tenderly, gently stroking her smooth-skinned back.

Finally, she eased to a standing position, whispered: "Don't put on the fights until I get dressed, Harry."

"Of course not," he said, restraining a chuckle at the idea of such false modesty after what they had just shared together. He moved over to the small pile of his own clothing and got dressed, then waited for her to finish dressing and go over and snap on the light and go into her private lavatory.

While she was gone, Harry Fields moved to the private bar across from Lena's desk, opened it and helped himself to a good dollop of her Private Stock scotch, dropped an ice cube into it and squirted soda from a siphon into the glass.

When she came out, he was sitting in her swivel chair, with his feet propped on her desk, swirling the ice around in his drink. Lena stopped stock still and stared at him.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Having a drink. Celebrating. Join me?" he replied, coolly.

She frowned. "What? Celebrating what?"

"Our partnership."

"Are you out of your mind?"

He grinned at her. "No, but you were a little while ago. You really go wild, Baby, you know that. I mean you let off a real head of steam."

Lena's temper snapped, then. She shouted: "You son of a bitch, get out of that chair; get out of this office. You're fired."

He stared at her, the cynical grin still on his face. Then, very deliberately, he raised the glass to his mouth, finished the drink. He got up slowly. "Very well, Lena. If that's the way you want it. But there's nothing to prevent me from passing around a choice bit of information to a lot of the bigshots you do business with. You know, you're a beautiful woman, Lena and a lot of men who've known you would love to get into your pants. But they don't bother trying because they have you tabbed for an iceberg. But maybe if they knew what I knew, they wouldn't find it so difficult."

The flush of temper faded from her face, leaving it white. Her lower lip began to quiver. "I I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do, Lena ... Now. Maybe not the first time, but now I'm sure you do. Seeing other people in action is just like administering a dose of Spanish Fly to you, honey. It breaks down all your inhibitions and then some. For some psychological reason, this is the only way you can get aroused. I'll bet my salary against your income nobody else has ever had you the way I have, these two tunes."

She just stared at him for a moment and then the import of what he had said, sunk home and she began to cry. She put her face in her hands and sunk down into a chair. She sobbed for several minutes.

Harry Fields fixed himself another drink and waited patiently for her weeping to stop. When it finally did, she dabbed at her eyes and looked at him, beseechingly. "Harry you, you wouldn't ever tell about this to anybody, would you? That would be a rotten trick."

"Well, I'm a pretty rotten guy, when big stakes are involved," he said. "But then, of course, I wouldn't Why would I want to tell anybody anything like that about my partner? Besides I'd kind of like to keep it all to myself."

"Are you trying to blackmail me, Harry?"

"If you'd like to be crude and refer to it that way. Actually I'd say I was making you a business proposition. I'll be a good partner. I know the business. I'll handle my end of the load. Actually, I've got several ideas that might make us both a lot more money."

"That's ridiculous. After all the work and sweat I've personally put in to build tins business up to where it is now? You think I'm going to throw half of that away, to you? Because you've stumbled onto some strange psychological quirk of mine."

He smiled. "It really is pretty weird, isn't it? I'd love to know the origin of it I wish I was a bug doctor."

"Harry," Lena said, getting some control again, "you couldn't make anybody believe a story like that. And even if you did, how could anyone arrange something like that for me to see? So what good would it do a man to know it?"

"You'd be surprised. You see, I arranged tonight's little show." Quickly, he explained to her how he had done it. As he talked, Lena again turned red with fury and then pale with the sick knowledge of what she'd been subjected to.

"It wouldn't be too difficult to arrange in various ways," he went on. "For instance, I have an idea you might be affected almost as much by looking at pornographic photos. Or reading really pornographic books. Or watching that kind of movie. All right, let's say, for instance, a man gets hold of a set of pornographic photos. He mails them to you so that you'd get them on a Saturday morning. He walks in on you, light after you've opened the mail and looked at the pictures. Get it? And that's only one way. Men are ingenious about "things like this, especially where a woman as beautiful as yourself is involved. A lot of men would find this quite a challenge."

Lena thought about this. She saw where it could be possible. She wondered if she would get excited, looking at pornography and a small streak of heat flushed through her and he knew that she would.

She thought for quite awhile. It certainly looked as though Harry Fields had her by the short hairs. Yet she couldn't let him get away with this. There had to be some way out. What she needed right now, though, was time. The only way to get that was to pretend to give in. She stood up, letting out a big sigh.

"All right, Harry," she said, resignedly. "You win. We'll go see my lawyers, tomorrow."

He grinned, raised his glass toward her. "Good. Here's a toast to the new partners. May our business always flourish."

Lena Troy didn't say anything. She turned and walked out of the office, leaving him sitting there.