Chapter 8
"Well, did that cute jockette explain everything to you?" Linda pointedly asked her brother, when she returned to the office with Ibraxton and found Hal alone.
"Yeah," Hal said, studying her. "Sally left quite a while ago. That was some tour of the stable you had!"
Thraxton didn't say anything. His eyes moved back and forth interestedly from Linda to Hal, whom he didn't believe were sister and brother.
"I saw everything!" she said, and smiled at the husky trainer.
"Ready to go over and talk to Klein now?" he asked.
Hal spoke up: "Yeah, we're ready. Come on, Linda."
She shrugged away when Hal attempted to take hold of her arm. "I can see Klein alone. Why don't you go out and do your handicapping or whatever."
Hal knew she was upset, and he guessed it concerned Sally. Perhaps he had a right to be upset with her, also,. considering how long she and Thraxton had taken on their little tour.
Hal was silent as he left the room behind his sister, who seemed to walk more confidently than usual - almost defiantly, he thought.
Immediately outside, they went their separate ways, both of them saying goodbye to Thraxton. Linda had no trouble finding the office of the security chief.
Toadlike Al Klein looked up from his desk as she entered the room. He seemed undecided as to whether he was glad to see hr, but quit clearly he was surprised.
Linda shut the door, smiled at him, and sat on his visitor's chair.
"What do you want?" he asked suspiciously.
"To talk. I got to thinking about what I told you yesterday - that business about he fixed race - and I decided that I heard wrong."
"Yeah?"
Klein was having difficulty figuring her out. She didn't seem like the same girl who had visited him the day before.
"I decided I ought to comeback and straighten out any false impression I gave you," Linda said blithely.
"That ain't why you came back," Klein said, an oily grin spreading over his face. He thought he had solved the puzzle. "You liked what happened here yesterday."
The heavyset man rose from his chair and walked around his desk to stand in front of her, his big belly thrust forward.
"Mr. Klein, I told you why I came, and that's all there is to it."
"Okay," he said amiably. But now that you're here, why rush away - hmm?'° Linda gazed at him. He had given her pleasure the preceding day, and there no longer seemed any reason to deny herself the opportunity for new enjoyment. But things would be different this time, she vowed. She wasn't going to let Klein bully her, as he had before.
"You may make love to me," she said a hint of haughtiness in her tone. "But no more of that caveman stuff!"
Klein seemed taken aback.
"Why don't you, uh, just kneel?" Linda suggested.
The uniformed man hesitated, but when the look in. Linda's eyes assured him that she meant what she had said, he lowered himself to one knee before her. Giddily she thought of herself as a princess and he her lackey, which brought a smile to her lips.
"Are you making fun of me?" Klein demanded, squinting.
"Of course not," Linda purred. "You may lift my skirt."
The man quickly responded, grasping her skirt at both sides and carrying it up her bare thighs. Linda raised her bottom from the chair and scootched forward, so that Klein was able to flip the skirt out from under her, and she perched her plump buttocks on the edge of the wood. He stared at her nakedness, which became really striking when she swung her thighs wide apart.
"You've quit wearing panties?" he asked.
"Ooh, no. But they, uh, seem to have gotten lost." Linda suppressed a giggle as she thought of them hanging on the peg in Thraxton's stable.
Klein's hands glided up the satiny inner slopes of her thighs, and his thick thumbs parted the draperies of her lightly haired cunt. Her vestibule was clean, .despite her session with the horse trainer just a short time ago, because she' had stopped by the ladies room en route to Klein's office. She still had some of the other man's cum tucked up inside, but Klein's tongue wouldn't be long enough [ to reach it, she assumed. And if it did, so what?
She watched his eyes brighten as he gazed at her rosy cuntal folds and at the Iittle bump of her ditty, which the sudden contact with the outer air was firming. She writhed suggestively.
"Well?" she prompted, no longer the blushing innocent.
"Aaahhhrrgh!" Klein rasped as he pressed his greedy mouth into her pie.
Linda gasped and clutched hold of his head, which was mostly bald. He licked her cunt lasciviously, and she thrilled, squirming against his face. She held him right where he was, in case he got any notion about quitting too soon.
He didn't. It wasn't every day that he got a chance to eat such a luscious young pussy - though it miraculously had happened two days in a row and he wished to make the most of the opportunity.
He twisted his head between Linda's warm, smooth thighs as his tongue eagerly plowed the fleshy softness of her teenaged twat. He moistly stroked the tip of her clit, causing her to coo with delight. His tongue glided into the mouth of her vaginal channel, which he reamed with a circular motion, exciting all the little fucknerves that resided there. He breathed in the heady fragrance of her humid cove.
A wicked thought occurred to Linda, and she said, her voice unsteady because of her giddiness, "Let me stand up now."
Klein lingered at her trough, but she pushed his bulbous head away. He blinked at her, looking more toadlike than ever.
She stood in front of him and turned around, holding her skirt up. She knelt on the seat of the straight wooden chair and let the skirt dangle from the small of her back.
"Kiss me some more," she said arrogantly, looking at Klein over her shoulder.
He knew what she wanted and, though the idea of being ordered to do such a thing rankled his ego, the enticement of her beautiful young ass lured him on. He spanned her dimpled flanks with his stubby fingers, his thumbs sinking into her warm crack. He opened her ass as if he were splitting a peach.
Her delightful little anus stared at him, and he leaned closer. Linda got a quick -glimpse of his tongue sticking out, before he was too close for her to see.
But then she felt him, and how good it was!
Luscious shivers coursed through her as the dirty man licked her puckered asshole. His abrasive, damp tongue thrilled her wildly. Wanting to make the thrill even more intense, she pushed her bottom backward, grinding it against Klein's face. This screwed her tight anus around the tip of his tongue. A quick bump completed the desired connection, and his tongue broke through her circular muscle, lewdly up her ass.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned, shuddering deliciously.
Once his tongue was caught in her asshole, Klein forged madly onward, reaming the tightly clasping ring and fluttering his oral organ up and down in her forbidden passage.
Linda felt about to come. She quivered, teetering at the brink of climax. Then Klein pulled his tongue from her ass and she felt abandoned.
She whirled on the chair, nearly losing her balance before she dropped to her knees, next to the rotund man. She urged him onto his back on the floor. Responding to her frustration, and stimulated by what he had done for her, she unzipped his pants and brought out his stiffened cock.
The thing was small compared to Thraxton's huge whang, but it looked good to Linda in her present mood. Oddly she wanted it in her mouth instead of in her pussy.
She swooped, her long brain hair hanging like a veil to partially conceal her shocking act. But when Klein felt her soft lips around the knob of his pecker, he 'knew with thrilling certainty what she was about. He jabbed his stubby dick upward, to sink it deeply into her mouth, and she sucked while her senses swirled. She quickly regained the advantage she had lost, and she knew she could reach a climax with the man's cock in her mouth.
She sucked on his quivering prick, while bobbing her head. Her velvety lips glided on his spit-slickened shaft and skidded across the ridge of his corona. Her tongue swirled around his rising crown and lapped against it. She swallowed frequently Her lips were almost as sensitive, when employed this way, as the labia that surrounded her cuntal passage, and her tongue was like a secondary clit, fluttering and stroking: But more important was the idea of what she was doing, and the way it symbolized her new-found freedom from prudish restraints. The daring demonstration gave her a husky boot up the passion ladder, and she found herself teetering at the top as she sucked Klein's cock wildly.
He was no less effected by the starteling"voluntary act of the teenager he had raped the day before. Her hot, stroking lips and laving tongue made his balls churn with lust. He groaned and beat his hips against the floor, fucking his short prick into her eagerly sucking mouth.
She knew what was about to happen, and she didn't care In a way, she wanted it to occur. She kept pumping her head gliding her o-shaped lips briskly up and down on Klein's rod.
Her nerves gathered taut.
Oh God, don't let me miss it this time! she begged.
She didn't. As Klein's thick, creamy sperm spurted into her mouth and gushed down her suddenly gulping throat, she came gloriously. She lurched on his spitting cock - nearly swallowing the raunchy thing - as blissful warmth baked her tension away. The portion of Klein's semen that she didn't swallow washed 'back over her tongue, giving her taste buds a final treat, then oozed out between her lips and his twitching shaft to drool along his rod.
She took her mouth from him as soon as he had stooped coming, and she licked his softening shank, not wishing the spilled semen to soil his clothes. She managed to lick it all up, then cleaned the eye of his organ with a final swipe of her tongue, before she raised her head and smiled at him.
"God damn!" was all the fat man could say. Linda got shakily to her feet.
"So, please forget what I told you about that fixed race," she said, as if their conversation had suffered only a minor interruption. "I must have misunderstood what I heard."
She turned and left the room, her bottom undulatng prettily, and Klein stared after her from his position on the floor. He looked as if he suspected that the whole thing had been a wet dream.
Linda located Hal at their predetermined meeting place, where he was intently studying the Racing Form.
That Stick Up in the ninth doesn't look as if he could beat 'five-thousand-dollar claimers, but they've got him going at twelve," Hal observed. "He'll pay a bundle, all right."
"Is that the fix ?.. "Yeah." Hal glanced quickly around. "But keep your voice down, will you?"
"How much are you going to put on it?"
"Two hundred to win."
"Isn't that a bit high?"
"Baby, it's all set!"
" Hal said, and studied her. "Say what's the matter? You act like you don't care much."
"I've been thinking about other things, I guess. How's your system doing?"
"It hasn't been doing anything, so far. That's why I need a nice payoff. Did you take care of Klein?"
"Mmmhmm." Linda had a wise look in her brown eyes.
"Baby, you seem different... more cool somehow."
"Oh, really? I can't imagine why."
"Look, if you're pissed about that girl jockey... "
"Hal, you can make out with all the girl jockeys you like," she said. "In fact, you can make out with all the girls you like. You don't owe me anything."
"Now, wait a minute," he responded slipping his arm around her slender waist and. drawing her close to him. "We're still a pair, you and I."
Linda wriggled away from him. "Handicap your horses, hmm?"
Hal gave her a quizzical look, then returned his attention to the form. Linda glanced at the crowd about her the fun-loving girls and their flashily dressed escorts, the working men stealing. a day at the track to break the humdrum monotony of their lives, the little old ladies hoping to parlay 'their social security checks, and the hardened racetrack regulars, desperately needing a win to get even. It was a stimulating atmosphere, and she enjoyed it but not only because of the races. She thought of everything that had happened there, to change her life.
The summertime crowd was lightly dressed, most of the young women going braless. Linda didn't feel out of place with no panties on. The thought of her pants dangling from a peg in Thraxton's stable, which would have embarrassed her intensely not long ago, was a matter of faint amusement.
As the next race came down to the line of finish, a girl beside her squealed and jumped up and down, her braless breasts bobbing. Hal didn't notice.
"Shit!" he said as he threw down two ten-dollar tickets.
"Lost it?" Linda asked.
"Yeah. I had the placer. He missed by a length,"
"Maybe you ought to bet to place," Linda suggested.
"You don't know anything about the races," he replied scornfully. "Studies have shown that win betting always pays more."
"Not when your horses place," Linda pointed out.
"Just keep your advice to yourself, huh?" her brother retorted sharply.
His mood grew even darker as the afternoon wore on. He talked more and more about the killing he expected to make in the final race of the day, but he was depressed because his method wasn't doing well.
"I can't understand it!" he told Linda. "It works on paper!"
"These aren't paper horses," his sister said wryly. "Very funny!"
In the feature, Hal had the odds-on favorite, and Linda was surprised. "I thought you liked longer odds," she said "Except in a race like this," he told her. "Stakes are different. You go for the high-weight every time, regardless of price."
"Oh." Linda didn't know enough about the game to give him an argument, and she wasn't that interested, anyway. It was Hal's money that was going down the tubes, not hers. She was realizing more and more, as time went on, that they didn't have as much in common as she had thought.
Hal returned from a seller's window with two win tickets clutched in his hand. His tension increased as the horses entered the gate. Linda wanted to see him win this race, if only out of compassion; she hated to see anyone get beat down.
The favorite trailed around the clubhouse turn and down the back stretch. He began moving up as the horses turned for home, and he came flying in the stretch, passing them all and winning by a length and a half, going away.
"That's more like it!" Hal exclaimed, grinning: for the first time that afternoon.
"How much did you make?" Linda asked as the prices were flashed on the tote board.
"Sixteen dollars," he said, his elation sobered by the realization that the profit wasn't enough to get back even one of his losing bets.
"Well, you,broke the ice," Linda observed.
"Yeah. And the next race is where I make my killing."
He and Linda watched the post parade with special interest. Sally McGinnis sat erectly astride Stick Up, her blonde hair tucked underneath her perky cap so that it would have been difficult to tell whether she was a boy or a girl, if it weren't for the sexy quiver of her titties in her bright red silk shirt. She didn't glance their way as her colt walked calmly past the grandstand ramp where Hal and Linda stood in the thinning, late-afternoon crowd.
"Is he your system pick?" Linda asked.
"Huh?" Hal was studying the tote board.
"Stick Up," his sister said. "Is that the horse your system says to play?"
"No," Hal replied. "The system has number ten."
"That's a longshot, too, isn't it?"
The odds on number ten, at the moment, were nine to one, while Stick Up was going off at twenty.
"Don't bug me, huh?" Hal snapped, his tension mounting. "Wait here. I'm going to get my tickets." Hal splurged, buying four fifty-dollar tickets on Stick Up to win and wheeling him in the exacta with all the other horses in the race, which cost forty-five dollars more. That took a large bite out of, his thousand-dollar betting fund, which already had been reduced by his losses of that afternoon and the day before.
He returned to Linda, his face set grimly. His hose remained at twenty to one, and he tried to concentrate on what he would collect after Stick Up waltzed home. It would be a bonanza, counting the exacta payoff. But the risk overshadowed the anticipated gain. What if something went, wrong?
It was too late to worry about that, Hal realized He had his tickets.
Just before post-time, the odds on his system horse' dropped to eight," and Stick Up went to twenty-five.
"God, would you look at that?" he said to Linda. "The, payoff will be over fifty bucks... for two! Why, that's better than five thousand for two hundred and the exacta will be fantastic!"
Hal did his best to convince himself that the small fortune was just as god as in the bag, but his doubts increased, rubbing his nerves raw. As the horses went into the gate, he took a final look at the Form. The ten-horse, My Pleasure, did look better than Stick Up; he was forced to admit, and his system had told him to play it.
"The flag is up!" the public address system announced.
A hush fell over the crowd. Hal's adrenaline flowed,, his heartbeat increasing.
"They're off... and running!" the track announcer proclaiaiied, and a bell clanged noisily through the stands as the mutuel machines locked. "Honey's Pet breaks on top, with Star Saphire second, then My Pleasure and Stick Up."
The announcer droned out the names of the other horses as Hal and Linda tensely watched the field approach the first turn, his horse running near the middle of the pack. Going into the turn, Stick Up moved to the tail.
"Past the clubhouse, it's Honey's Pet still on the' lead by two lengths, Star Sapphire second by a half length, Stick Up third... "
"That's a great spot!" Hal exclaimed to his sister. "Sally sure knows what she's doing."
"She rides well, doesn't she?" Linda responded, and looked closely at her brother.
"She sure does!"
For a fleeting moment Hal remembered how she had ridden him in Thraxton's office as his prick pumped up and down inside her. Linda guessed what he was thinking about.
"Down the back stretch, it's Stick Up gaining the lead by fialf a length, Honey's Pet is second by two... Star Sapphire is third ..
"Come on Stick Up!. Hal yelled. "All, the way, baby!
"Going into the far turn, it's Stick Up by four lengths, Star Shapphire moving into second by a head, Honey's Pet by two... '.
"They'll never catch him now!" Hal proclaimed: "Into the stretch, Stick Up is in front by three lengths, Star Sapphire is second, dropping back, Rogue's Valentine has moved into third by a neck, Honey's Pet is fourth by a half-length, and My Pleasure is moving up the middle of the track..
"Keep him coming, Sally!" Hal yelled. "Don't letup!"
"Stick Up is leading by half a length, Rogue Valentine is second by one length, My Pleasure is third by two... "
"It's gonna be close!" Hal exclaimed.
"Coming down to the wire, it's Stick Up and Rogue's Valentine head-and-head, and here comes My Pleasure... "
"Look at your system play!" Linda cried unnecessarily for Hal was staring at the ten-horse as he passed the other two and drove across the finish line well ahead, with Rogue's Valentine finishing second, and Stick Up taking the show.
"I don't believe it!" he said, looking as if someone had kicked his guts out "So much for your friend. Sally!" Linda couldn't help observing after the whoops of the crowd had quieted down.
"No!" Hal cried, the color rushing back into his face. "I'm gonna get her for this!"
He charged off through the crowd, with Linda running to keep up.