Chapter 1
The taut garter belt strap trembled with the resonance of a finely tuned-violin string as the man pulled the elastic back and let it go. The spot where it struck the thigh turned a pale red. It was quickly covered by a masculine hand playfully rubbing the soreness away.
The two people in the room were almost invisible in the dimness of their surroundings. Tightly closed blinds allowed but little of the outside daylight to seep in, spread greyness across the simply furnished front room. There were two straight backed chairs, one lamp, three pictures of ill-defined subjects on the walls and a comfortably worn armchair in the room.
In addition to these, one more piece of furniture lay along the wall, a couch. It was on this that the woman sat. Even in the artificial dusk her hair gave off a golden sheen. The woman's face was young, unlined, with each feature in perfect proximity to the other. Her dark eyes, looking at the man sitting beside her, mirrored merriment, seemed to dance with the playfulness of his hands. Her lipstick was smeared, a trace on her high cheek bone, another near the top of her breasts before they plunged down inside the white bra.
Her legs, stretched out before her and resting on the coffee talbe, were perfection exposed, their beauty emphasized by small, high heeled shoes and off-black stockings running three-quarters up the flawless thighs. The girl's long fingers were curled around the hem of her skirt, keeping it from sliding back to the propriety of her knees.
The man beside her snaked his fingers beneath the garter and again snapped it against the whiteness of her skin.
"That's enough" the girl said. "You're too rough, Johnny."
The man laughed, turning his attention to the other leg, gently caressing the stocking, running his hand upwards until her fingers blocked the way. "Damn," he spat. "You're built."
"Thank you," the woman said, smiling. "I guess that is a compliment."
"It is," he grumbled. "You got all them dames in the movies beat a hundred ways."
"Name one," she prompted.
Perplexity broke out on Johnny's face. "Quit teasing," he snapped.
"I'm not teasing," she said softly. "I want to know." The man named Johnny shifted his position on the couch to get a better look at her. A stray beam of light fell across his back, illuminating some lettering on his shirt. It read; 'JOHNNY'S TV SERVICE'.
The woman straitghtened up slightly, the action pushing her fullness tighter against the already strained bra. Now the outline of her beauty showed through the cloth. "You should get a reward for that compliment," she smiled.
Johnny grinned nervously. "Just what you got in mind?" He attempted to move closer but was thwarted.
"Not yet, Johnny," the girl said softly. "Before you can claim a treasure you must have a key."
"Okay, okay," he said impatiently. "Where's this key?"
The woman laughed lightly and reached behind her. The bra went suddenly limp and her body trembled as she pulled the nylon from her body and added it to the blouse on the couch beside her. She lifted her lips, pointing her pert face at the man beside her. "Here's your key," she said. "Use it."
He did!
The woman lay her head back against the couch, her features alive with the ecstasy of his mouth against her flesh. "Harder, love me," she panted. "More."
The man looked into her .eyes. "Let's quit horsing around," he said huskily.
"Not yet," she said. "I'm afraid. I ... it doesn't seem the time. Not yet."
"Well, when?" Johnny snapped. "Supposing your husband should walk in?"
The woman laughed softly, leaning forward and kissing him briefly. "I'll tell him you came to fix the TV set. You did, didn't you?"
"That was Monday," Johnny snapped. "This is Friday ... and it still isn't fixed."
"It's been a wonderful week," she sighed.
"Yeah," Johnny agreed. "It sure as hell has ... only I haven't made much money."
"Just a friend," she teased him. "Isn't that enough, Johnny?"
"Plenty," he grinned, adding, "But not exactly enough."
She looked down at his work-stained hands, and her words when they came carried on the by-play. "It's never enough," she murmured. "Never."
Johnny nervously began to unhook the garter. "We'll fix that," he said. "Why not."
"Stop it, they'll fall down," she told him. "No they won't," Johnny.
The uncovered leg looked strangely white against the remaining black stocking. But not for long.
"You're undressing me," the woman accused, smiling.
"That ain't the half of it," Johnny snapped.
She leaned forward, her eyes glowing. "What are you going to do now, Johnny?" she said slowly.
"Take off your skirt," he grunted.
"And then?"
"Your slip."
"Then?"
"Damn it," he exploded. "What do you want, a blow by blow description of how I plan to love you?"
The woman came into his arms, a strange smile on her face as she closed the distance between their mouths, opening hers slightly. "That's what I want," she said softly. "I want you to tell me what you're going to take off, then I want to feel you love me ... and then I want to return it to you." She breathed hard as he suddenly kissed her, crushing her lips in an animal embrace, moaning.
"I can't help myself, Johnny."
"You'd better help me. Please. Now."
The man had his own ideas of help. He looked down the length of the woman's body. The perfection of her figure was exposed from a point halfway down the flare of the hips.
The woman stiffened beneath his gaze and then began to answer the challenge. Slowly at first, then rapidly building up speed, her body matching his desire. "I told you," she moaned. "You've got to help me ... now ... now."
Sweat pouring down across his face, Johnny nervously pulled the panting girl to him.
Her body was a white glow in the darkness of the room, the long, blonde hair cascading down the ivory of her back. Her breathing came in deep gasps at the proximity of the man, Johnny, at his actions, his passion.
She twisted his mouth to hers and kissed it, feeling her head spin as the air left her lungs. Then she slowly settled back, a half-smile across her passion masked-face, liking what she saw. "Do me kindly," she said softly. "Show me what a man is like."
The two bodies blended into one. It soon became obvious that he was her man and he had done her kindly.
The moment of excrutiating agony retreated as quickly as it had come. Now, Eva was trying to catch her breath. There was no more feeling of desperate want, just a glow in every nerve of her body. She moved away as the man tried to kiss her. She knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted to love her again. "It's getting late, she said.
"Yeah," Johnny grunted reluctantly, "I suppose it is."
Eva studied him closely. Now that she had what she had so hotly desired she wondered what she'd ever seen in him. He really was no more than a boy. And he was clumsy, fumbling and inarticulate. She'd tried to guess his age all week. Around twenty-three, she thought, two years younger than she.
Eva sat up and sighed to herself. It had been the best she'd been able to do this week. At that, she had to consider herself lucky. If the television set hadn't broken down Sunday, she might have had to spend the last live days in sheer boredom. Even if Johnny was a clod, he had manhood enough to satisfy her.
Eva smiled, remembering the first time Johnny came to the house. He'd been brusk, all business. By the time he had all of the pieces of the television set scattered, across the floor, she'd begun to wonder if her charms had failed her.
Not so. When he'd seen her return to the room after removing everything beneath her dress, Johnny'd forgotten about his repair work.
Eva wet her lips, thinking back. Somehow romance was always best with a new man. She looked at the television set, still pulled away from the wall.
"Maybe you'd better finish fixing the TV," she smiled. "One of Ralph's favorite programs is on Friday nights."
Johnny grinned broadly and finished dressing. "Suits me," he agreed. "We don't want the old man suspicious." He looked at her sharply, adding, "You sure he doesn't suspect anything? After all, I been coming here every afternoon for a week. Even a dumb buzzard might figure out that no set could be in that tough shape."
"Ralph's not mechanical," Eva scoffed.
Johnny shrugged and poked around in his tube caddy, beginning to put 'new tubes in the rear of the set, stopping every now and then to admire Eva as she riffled through her dresser, she found a brief pair of nylon panties and pulled them on. She then rolled the elastic down until the panties were nothing more than the briefest of protection.
Eva saw the look ... and liked it. There was something about a man's eyes on a woman's body that sent a chill up her spine.
In fifteen minutes Johnny had the back of the set in place. He came around front and snapped it on, nodding satisfaction as a picture came onto the tube mirror sharp. "That should fix it," he announced, wiping his hands on a dirty handkerchief. "Too bad in a way." He crossed the room and leaned over Eva who had again sat on the couch. "Now I won't have an excuse to come back next week. We'll have to find a quiet spot where I can love you."
Eva brushed the groping hand away from her, avoiding his mouth. The man was suddenly disgusting to her. "Don't bother," she said somewhat sharply. "I won't be able to see you again anyhow."
"Why not?" he grinned. "Ain't we made beautiful music together? Wait'll Monday, I'll show you a real tune."
Eva slid from beneath his grasp and picked up her skirt, attempting to get into it. It was always the same, she reflected. Why couldn't men be satisfied with what they got? Why did they think they owned a girl just because they'd had her love a few times. Johnny'd been all right ... for the short time she'd known him. But she had no intention of prolonging their acquaintance. After all, next week something better might come along and she wanted to be ready.
Eva picked up her bra and hooked it into place, turning to face the man still standing by the couch. "You'd better go," she suggested. "It is getting late and Ralph will be home."
Johnny lighted a cigarette, his youthful face thoughtful. "I'll tell you what," be said slowly. "There's a cabin I know of about five miles from town. You meet me there about eleven Monday." He winked broadly, adding, "Wear lots of clothes."
Eva shook her head, pulling on her blouse, not bothering to button it. "I said I won't see you again."
"Now what the hell kind of talk is that?" Johnny snapped. "You're the kind of a girl that needs romancing, honey." He jabbed his chest with a forefinger. "And I'm just the guy that can do it."
Eva put a hand on his arm, her tone softening. "It's been fun, Johnny," she said. "Let's leave it at that. To be truthful, I don't want to see you anymore."
Johhny's face darkened in anger. "Just like that," he growled, snapping his fingers. "You spread your sex all over the place ... get me all bust dizzy ... and then dump me when you damned please." He shoved his face closer to hers. "Well, this is one guy you ain't pulling that deal on. You meet me Monday or I'll tell your husband everything."
If Johnny had expected Eva to panic, he was wrong. The smile remained frozen on her face. Without a word she reached for the telephone and began dialing.
"What the hell you doing?" Johnny spat, puzzled.
"I took the precaution of learning you had a wife," she said slowly. "And two children. As long as you plan to be difficult I think I'd better tell her what's been going on between us."
Johnny's face turned white as he grabbed the receiver from her hand and slammed it down. "You, bitch," he sputtered. "You know she'd kill me."
Eva nodded. "I understand that she is rather jealous."
"All right," Johnny announced, starting for the front door, stopping only long enough to pick up his tool box. "You win ... bitch."
"There is one thing," Eva called out after him.
Johnny stopped in midflight, one hand on the knob, looking back hopefully at the woman standing in the center of the room. "Yeah?"
Eva smiled sweetly, fingering the edge of her bra. "You forgot to give me a bill for fixing the television set."
Johhny snapped out a string of barroom oaths and slammed the door behind him.