Chapter 6

The first thing that Mrs. Simms did the following morning was to sit in the living room on the divan with the telephone next to her. She had pulled it over on its long extension cord. She had the telephone directory in her lap, leafing through it. When she came to a page in the yellow section, she closed her eyes, going down the page with her index finger. Eeenie, meenie, miney, mo. She thought silently, he then let her finger pause, opened her eyes, and dialed the phone. This Agency will suit me just fine, she smiled.

A young secretary on the other end of the line picked up the receiver. "Yes?"

"Hello. My name is Mrs. Melissa Simms. I have need for the services of your private detective agency. Can you please tell me how I can arrange to have someone investigated?"

"We would be glad to extend our service to you, Mrs. Simms, did you say?"

"That's right."

"Now, if you'll answer a few questions, I'll turn this over to one of our representatives who will contact you. I presume it's your husband you would like to have us check on."

"My husband! Of course not. I got rid of him years ago."

"Then this has to do with business?"

"No. Not at all."

"I'm afraid I'm confused, Mrs. Simms. Exactly whom do you want checked?"

"My beautician."

"Whom did you say?"

"My beautician-can't you hear me?"

"Did he ruin your hair?"

"No-my party!"

"I can't seem to make head or tail out of this, Mrs. Simms. I'll have a representative call on you this afternoon."

"I want him now-this morning. Money is no object. Oh dear, I'm so upset. He was such a brute-he even frightened my birds."

"All right, Mrs. Simms. Well have someone out there right away. Your address, please?"

"Two-eighteen Canyon Drive ... Good bye."

The old lady then hung up. And back at the agency the young girl smiled and called out, "Mister Slinky, will you come in here a moment? I think I have a 'live one' for you, that you should handle personally. She wants a sleuth out there at once."

"It'll be there in a minute," a man's voice shouted back from the next room. "I don't let any grass grow under my feet when there's a 'sucker' on the hook."

In the interim of waiting for the private eye to arrive, Mrs. Simms was not idle. As soon as she'd hung on, she dialed the phone again. This time the beauty salon where Jeff was employed. She intended to get even with him-ruin him if she could! It's been said that hell hath no fury than that of a woman scorned. This old babe had been fucked and scorned, and she wasn't about to forget the insults delivered by a young man of Jeff's caliber. This was a spiteful old witch, with truly the sting of a bee.

Mr. Brian, the owner, answered at the other end and she told him who she was. "Oh yes, Mrs. Simms. You're one of our favorite patrons. Did you wish to cancel your appointment for next Tuesday?"

"I wish to cancel my appointments forever!"

"Please, madam-try to calm yourself and tell me what's bothering you. I'm sure we can straighten the matter out."

"I won't ever set foot in your salon again, not even if it means doing my own hair, and the only reason I'm calling, is to give you a word of advice. Your Mister Davenport...."

"What about him?"

"He's a brute of a man. Last night he came to my home. I was kind enough to invite him to an important party. I've tried to be a Good Samaritan and build up his following, and you know how much business I've drummed up for your salon. Now Jeffrey's repaid me by attacking me!"

"Attacking you? Did he strike you? Is that what you mean?"

"He made indecent advances toward me-and also threatened the rest of my household!"

"I should think, Mrs. Simms, that this is a matter for the police."

"Oh, my goodness, no! I don't want a scandal. The easiest way is for you to merely discharge the boy at once."

"I've always been a fair minded person, Mrs. Simms, and I don't want to commit myself until I have Jeff's side of the story. Let me speak to him first, and get to the bottom of this. Perhaps because of your charm the boy couldn't control himself."

"No! I want you to discharge him immediately! And I suggest that you do as I say, or I'll force you to close your doors."

"Are you threatening me, Madam?"

"This isn't a threat. It's a promise! I'll stop at nothing even if it means buying the building and kicking you out bodily! Good bye."

Mrs. Simms was now talking to herself. "Oh dear, I'm so upset. The nerve of that perfectly horrid man being so rude to me! I've been so depressed today that I forgot my dear little birdies. Come Anita. Come Maisie-where you are? You naughty little birdies. Come to Mama!"

Mister Brian had just hung up the phone when he saw out of the picture window that Jeff was driving up. He gave him enough time to come in, then rang Murial's desk and told her to send Jeff in to his private office. When the young man walked in, Mr. Brian was nervously tapping a finger on his desk.

"Have a seat. You look beat, Jeff. Oh, there's a matter I'd like to discuss with you."

Jeff sat down. "I had a rough night. I didn't sleep very well."

"Seems like you're not the only one who had a rough night. Mrs. Simms just called, and...."

"Oh, that feather brained witch! What did she want?"

"I'll get to that. But first of all I want you to understand that I can't afford to have a scandal around here. Ah, I've always considered you a rather attractive young man who shouldn't have any difficulty with the fairer sex; and I can't get it through my head why you'd go to a little old lady's home and try to attack her unless you have a fetish for little old ladies."

"That lying old hag! Who tried to attack who?"

"Supposing you tell me your side of it."

"There isn't much to tell except that she insisted I remain at her home overnight, then when I was in the bird room-I mean the guest room-flocks of birds came out of nowhere and frightened me half out of my wits. Then the 'old crow' herself made her entrance in a shortie robe that I could see through, and, well, it seems silly now, but I was lucky to get out of there without being chained to the bed."

Jeff wondered why he was protecting Melissa, and not telling his boss the entire truth: that he'd ended up fucking her, then quarrelling with her when he wouldn't fuck her again. Still it was rather personal, not to add how embarrassing the truth would sound.

"The story is utterly fantastic."

"I know."

"I believe you, my boy. I've been aware of the attention the woman has been bestowing on you, but I never dreamed it would develop into a dangerous situation of this nature."

"I'll try to avoid these traps in the future, sir."

"I'll handle Mrs. Simms. I'm sure that after her anger at being rebuffed cools down she'll be her usual ridiculous self again."

Jeff rose from the chair. "Thanks, Mister Brian, you're the greatest." He then went out the door, ready to start his day's work.

Back at Mrs. Simms home, she was still sitting on the divan. The detective had arrived and he was sitting on a chair near her, opening a brown leather briefcase. He was tall, with a gaunt face. He removed his reading glasses from his coat pocket, then placed his pad and pencil on a small table next to the chair. He had a deadpan expression on his face as he looked over directly at the woman. "Now, Mrs. Simms, what would you like the Slinky Investigators to do for you?"

"I don't wish to go into details. I just want to avail myself of your services in securing a complete check on one Jeffrey Davenport who is currently employed-but not for long, at the Glamour Beauty Salon in Beverly Hills. I want to know his every move. Where he lives. Where he eats. Whom he associates with. A list of his friends, in particular his enemies. In general, I want to know everything. You are to dig into his past, right back to the very second that he was conceived!"

Mr. Slinky didn't change his deadpan expression. "Yes, Mrs. Simms. I think I know exactly what you want, and to give you A-l service, I'm going to conduct this investigation personally! Just feel secure with me at the helm! And our slogan is: If you want to catch a stinky-just call upon a slinky!"

"With a slogan like that, Jeffrey doesn't have a Chinaman's chance. He's a stinky, all right! Now all I want to know is: how long will it take you to secure the information I want?"

"It depends on the individual person, and how well he covers his tracks. I would say, however, at least two months."

"Too long. I'll give you one month to get results."

Mr. Slinky raised his eyebrows. "In that case my fees will be much higher, as I'll have to devote all of my time on this assignment."

"The money is unimportant. Results are what I'm interested in. Now will you excuse me. I'm a very busy woman. I'll expect your preliminary report in one week. Good day."

Mr. Slinky put the information in his briefcase and snapped it shut. He then went over to Mrs. Simms, bowed, and kissed her hand. "I feel confident, madam, the Slinkies will not fail you."

He turned away from her, but not before noticing her sly glance down at his crotch. That was his cue to get the hell out of there, and PRONTO!

At the end of Jeff's working day, he called Donna at her apartment.

"Don't bother to call me any more, Jeff. I realize now that you and I will never be able to see eye to eye. You're too jealous and narrow minded; and this constant bickering over Isadore is making me very unhappy."

"I know I've acted like a heel, Donna. But won't you give me another chance? I'll try to change. I swear it."

"Well, I don't know. If I thought we could get along-I'd bend over backwards."

He felt like telling her that she'd be bending over to the wrong guy-one that would drive a big cock up her asshole, but he merely smiled at his dirty thoughts and said: "I've been doing a lot of thinking these hours at work, and the way I've analyzed it, we could be happy; but everything is a mess because of Isadore. He's breaking up our romance. Can't you see why he has to get out of your life?"

"I realize that. He's a drag and it isn't easy for me to put up with him; but I have to hang on to him, at least until after Christmas. I'm expecting a big cash present."

"That's only two weeks away. You mean you'll drop him after that?"

"I promise-but I need that money desperately. It'll pay the balance of my tuition and my other expenses until I graduate and find a job."

"Why don't you come over to my apartment, honey? I miss you so much, and it seems like an eternity since I've held you in my arms. I'm in the mood to fuck and suck."

"I am too. My pussy's hot for you. I'll tell you what, why don't you drop over here? I'll leave the door unlocked and you can go in; fix yourself some drinks and wait for me."

"What do you mean, wait for you? Are you going somewhere?"

"I promised to dine with Isadore. He wants to celebrate his big business deal. He sold ten bronze coffins yesterday, and he's elated ... but, darling, I'll get rid of him as soon as I can-then we'll live it up. I'll eat that dick of yours until it cries for mercy."

"Isadore again! Damn him!"

"I thought you just promised not to be jealous?"

"I know I did, but that old wolf has a way of getting under my skin. Too bad one of the coffins wasn't ordered for him."

"But you will come over, dear?"

"Sure, honey. I'll be there in half an hour, and don't forget-I love you."

After they'd hung up, Jeff took a shower, and Donna hurried out to meet Isadore in a restaurant where he was waiting for her. When she arrived there, she joined him on the opposite side of a booth.

"Gee, I'm glad you decided to eat dinner with me tonight. Since you've been consorting with Jeff, you've treated me like an old discarded pair of shoes. Did you tell him I'm your lover?"

"Don't you dare tell him what we do. Otherwise I'll never see you again. At least do that much for me, and act like a friend, nothing more."

"I wouldn't think of butting into your affairs. But you do treat me like a fool."

"Now, don't talk like that, Isadore. He's been helping me with my exams. He's a nice kid and I like him as a friend, and it's only business as far as I'm concerned."

"You mean 'monkey business.' I wasn't born yesterday."

"Jeff and I are like a brother and sister. Now quit harping on the subject and let's talk about something else. I want to enjoy my dinner."

"Well, I've been upset ever since I met that guy. We had so much fun before he came along."

The waitress walked over and took the order for two steaks and martini cocktails, then left.

"Skip it. Do we always have to discuss my friends? Surely there are other things to talk about."

"I wasn't worried about the others. But this one, damnit, he gets to me."

The waitress came back with the drinks, then left again.

"After we eat, I want to spend a little time at your apartment. Did you save those soiled panties for me? My nose is yearning to sniff that sweet pussy of yours."

"Sorry, some other time, Jeff's coming over to go over my lessons with me."

"Call and tell him to wait till later."

"Too late. I left the door unlocked and told him to go in and wait for me."

"Damn, you, Donna-you shouldn't have done that."

"Oh, shut up, here comes the waitress with our steaks."

Later, after they'd finished eating, Isadore tried to keep her from hurrying back to Jeff. He insisted that she go to the Ranch Market on Vine street with him so that he could buy her a Christmas tree. They got into his Caddy and he started the ignition.

"Can't we get it another time? I really do have a lot of studying to do, and Jeff was kind enough to give up his time to help me."

"How noble of him! Well, I'll be in Palm Springs for a few weeks. Besides, I have a 'big' surprise for you."

"You do! Oh, Isadore, tell me what it is!"

"Later."

"Please, Isadore-tell me now. I'm dying with curiosity."

"Now, now, be patient, curiosity killed the cat. You will go to the market for that tree, won't you?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so."

He turned the car down the street, driving slowly. Taking one hand off the wheel, he pulled her hand over to his crotch. "Go, ahead honey, play with me while we drive along. I'm so hard my balls ache."

Donna who had her eye on the big cash present, obliged him. He'd always jerked himself off before. This was something new for him to want her to do it. Just so he didn't get any ideas about fucking her. That, she doubted she could stand!

She fumbled with his zipper until his fly was open, then reached inside the warmth of his short slit and brought out the small hard prick. It was truly hot. Almost immediately her palm was filled with his lubricating fluid. She slid the corona around and squeezed the shaft, then jacked the cock back and forth. Isadore was so horny and thrilled that he almost side swiped a parked car.

"Take it easy and watch where you're going," Donna said as she continued to jerk him off. She could smell a musky odor escaping through his trousers. It smelled like a mixture of dried shit from his bum hole, and dried piss on his shorts. But the strongest odor of all, was the sexy fluid that escaped his prickeye, and the pungent smell drifting from his clammy, sweaty balls. Mercy! If Jeff could only see her now-that would be all she wrote!

Isadore stopped for a traffic signal. He glanced about, making certain that drivers in other cars were not looking their way. As he felt Donna give his prick an extra hard jerk, he shot his wad into her hand. He closed his eyes, almost passing out from the thrill of her moving hand as the last drop of jism spurted out. An impatient motorist honked his horn impatiently, bringing Isadore back to earth. He quickly pushed his cock into his pants, zipped them up, and put his foot on the gas.

"Quick, Isadore. Give me a handkerchief so I can get rid of this glob of come."

His eyes were bright and glassy. "Put it here, hurry!" And he opened his mouth as wide as he could.

"Not in your mouth?"

"Yes-in my mouth. Hurry up before it gets cold."

Donna opened her hand in front of his mouth and his long tongue came out and lapped up the white stuff. He smacked his lips and sighed in contentment. "Thanks, Donna, that was great. Oh, here we are. There's the market over there. I was so enthralled that I almost missed it."

He turned the corner and cut into the parking lot of the Hollywood Ranch Market. After they'd gotten out of his Caddy they strolled among rows of Christmas trees that were on display.

"I want to go all out this year to get you the things you really want," said Isadore with a broad smile.

"Oh, that's generous of you."

As they continued to stroll around, a clerk went over to them and Donna touched a small green tree. "This is a nice little tree," Donna said. "How much is it?"

"A dollar fifty," the clerk replied.

Isadore intervened: "Nothing doing! It isn't good enough!" He brushed past Donna and walked over to a large white tree. "Only the best for my girl friend. This one's a beauty." He told the clerk as he looked at Donna possessively. "It's fifteen dollars, sir."

"But, Isadore, I don't want you to spend that much money. The small one will do."

"I can afford it, and Christmas only comes once a year." He then turned to the clerk. "We'll take it. Now show me what you have in the line of trimmings."

"Can't you get the trimmings tomorrow and...."

"No! I won't hear of it. I'll buy them now and I'll decorate our beautiful expensive tree while Jeff helps you with your exams."

"But there isn't any rush. I can trim it in the morning."

"Don't put the dampers on my happy holiday spirit, Donna."

He then rushed over to the stand where the ornaments were. The clerk put the white tree aside, then went behind the stand. Isadore sorted through the ornaments. He picked up a box of tinsel and two boxes of lights and a box of Christmas balls. "I believe this will do very nicely. Wrap them up." Donna and the clerk exchanged glances.

"Did you take into consideration, sir, that the tree is a large one? How about some more tinsel, another box of ornaments, and two more strings of fights? Otherwise the tree will look bare."

"He's right," said Donna, "this stuff won't even trim the top of it."

"Very well. Just put in what the tree needs, clerk. Guess I'm so happy over our tree that my brain isn't working right." He turned to Donna. "If there's anything else you'd like, dear, just pick it out!"

"What we have will be enough."

The clerk wrapped the merchandise as they stood waiting.

"I can hardly wait to get to your apartment and hang these pretty ornaments on our tree. It's going to be fun playing Santa Claus."

"Okay, Isadore," the young girl said in a defeated tone of voice. "Let's go and get it over with."

Her problem was a big one at the present. The meeting between Jeff and this character might lead to trouble. And even should things go along smoothly, she'd have one helluva time getting rid of Isadore so that she and Jeff could be alone and have some hot sex.

Jeff was seated in an easy chair listening to the radio, with a drink in his hand, and smoking a cigarette when Donna walked into her apartment with Isadore at her heels. She was carrying the bag of ornaments and he was struggling with the large tree.

"Hi, Jeff. Isadore bought a Christmas tree. He's goin to trim it."

Jeff wasn't pleased at all. He'd also been thinking of sex, and his prick was hard in his pants. "Isn't it a little premature?" he said sarcastically as he lost his erection.

"I'm leaving on a business trip and I wanted to make sure Donna had a tree."

"That was just swell of you."

"Now Jeff, this was very sweet of him and he has a surprise for me. He's going to give me my Christmas present tonight. She made a motion with her lips: M-O-N-E-Y.

Isadore set the tree down in a corner. "This should be a good spot for it."

"Jeff, while he's trimming the tree, let's get on with my studies."

"What studies?"

"You know-the studies for my exam."

"Of course, how absentminded of me!"

"Well go into the bedroom so we won't disturb you, Isadore. Call us when you're through."

Donna and Jeff walked out of the room; the old man fuming after them.

When the two young lovers were inside of the bedroom, Donna put on a hook lock.

"You don't think he'd have nerve enough to walk in on us, do you?"

"I doubt it. He knows I'd never speak to him again. But it's better not to take any chances. Now if we're quiet, at least we can get some sucking in," Donna smiled as she started to pull down her panties.

Jeff opened his fly. He wanted to be ready to make himself decent on a moments notice. He suspected that the old boy wouldn't take too long to trim the tree.

Donna whispered, "Let's he on the rug. I don't want him to see a mussed bed, in case he looks in here later."

They slid slowly to the floor and stretched out on the thick red carpeting, going into opposite positions. Donna raised her dress and Jeff started to lick and kiss her creamy thighs. As he did this, the young, passionate girl reached for his swollen penis; bringing it to her lips. She didn't open her mouth at once. She was enjoying the sensation of working the smooth satin textured head around her mouth, tracing her lips with it. Pearls dripped out. She then let her long, pink tongue dart through her lips and lick them off. Then as she felt Jeff frenching her box, she opened her mouth wide and sucked the fat corona in. Her eager tongue was hard and coiled as she alternated from the cockeye to along the ridge, then licked madly all over it. She didn't like the idea of having only the prick at her disposal. Sticking like that through his fly it prevented her from licking his testicles and nearby areas, but with Isadore out there trimming the tree, she had no other choice.

Jeff teased the rigid clit, nibbling on it gently. He then sucked and licked it until her pussy was good and wet. He let his tongue travel beneath the clitoris until it was finding its way into her joy entrance. He worked the hard, slippery tongue in and out-in and out, scooping it and lapping up her goodies.

Just as they were ready to climax, they heard loud whistling in the next room of Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, then Isadore's voice. He was shouting at the top of his lungs. "Donna-I've finished it. Come on out and see how beautiful our tree looks!" He plugged the lights in a wall socket and rushed over to the sofa, placed his feet on the coffee table, and waited.

Jeff and Donna pulled away from each other. Panties were put on in a helluva hurry, and a stiff dick was pushed back; and a fly zipped over the unhappy penis.

"Goddamn, that old bastard must have thrown the trimmings on. He's so fast, he should've been a fireman."

"I'll get rid of him, honey. Just leave it to me," said Donna. Her cunt was twitching and cream seeped to her crotch. She and Jeff walked into the living room.

"How do you like it?" Isadore asked from the sofa, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Don't you think the trimmings are a little off center?" Jeff said. He would have gladly wiped the silly grin off the man's face-permanently!

"I didn't ask for your opinion."

"You did a good job, Isadore. Thank you," said Donna as she glanced at the tinsel that had been thrown on in bunches.

Isadore beamed, "I'll call and have a bottle of champagne delivered, and well celebrate. I've had a trying day and it'll be good to relax for a change."

"Some other time," Donna said, "I'm not trying to rush you, but I have lots more studying to do."

The old man's face fell. "I was hoping I could hang around for a couple of hours and listen to some Christmas Carols on the radio. Looking at our lovely tree has inspired me with a sentimental holiday spirit. Besides, I want to give you your gift, Donna."

"Please, Isadore! Just give it to me. I'm serious about studying. We-can celebrate a belated Christmas after you return from your business trip."

"You take me for an old, stupid fool, don't you, Donna?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're trying to get rid of me so that you can 'make out' with that 'hair burner'."

Jeff who'd been sitting in a chair helping himself to a drink, jumped up. "I don't like your insinuations, fellow!"

"And I don't appreciate your interference around here."

"Stop it, boys! You're both acting like children."

Jeff's temper was rising more by the second. "Don't try to smooth things over, Donna." He then addressed Isadore: "Why don't you go home to your wife where you belong? And take this tree with its amateur trimming job with you?"

Isadore jumped up, red faced. "Get out of my girl friend's apartment, you creep. You're not wanted here!"

Jeff rushed over to him and landed several blows to his shoulder, then struck for his face, but Isadore ducked. The two men started to struggle and the older man swung his fists at the younger man. Jeff pinned Isadore's arms behind his back. Still struggling, they edged toward the door.

Donna became extremely excited. "Stop, Jeff! You'll kill him. Just throw him out, but don't hurt him!"

"TIL finish this bastard off for good!"

Donna pleaded with him. "Jeff, control yourself. If you harm him, you'll be in serious trouble."

Isadore spat. "He isn't man enough to harm me. I'll wipe his ass out!"

Jeff managed to twist the door knob; the door opened, and still struggling, they disappeared through it.

Donna started after them when she heard a loud crash. Just then, Jeff walked back into the room, rubbing his hands together. "Good riddance of bad rubbish," he grinned as he closed the door.

"What happened?"

"I threw the asshole over the balcony. Now let's take up where we left off. That's the first time I've ever struggled with a guy with a damned hard-on getting in my way."

True, there was an open balcony across the hall, but Donna thought he was joking and had merely scared the little man off. She smiled and went into his arms. "Well, now m be broke; but perhaps this is for the best. I can always get a job at night, slinging hash or something."

"Good! Fuck that son-of-a-bitch," and Jeff started to pull her over to the sofa. They reached it and sat down. They felt very carefree, having got rid of Isadore.

Donna unzipped Jeff's fly and reached into the opening of his shorts. She grasped the big, throbbing kingpin that was as hard as a rock. "Your shorts are all sticky, darling," she smiled.

Jeff reached over and ran his hand up her dress, fingering beneath one pantie leg. "And your pussy is all gooey." He began working the panties down and she managed to pull his penis all the way out.

Donna stepped out of her panties, then helped Jeff down with his trousers and shorts. They were down as far as his ankles when there was a loud knock on the door. "Oh no!" Donna exclaimed. "What now?"

"I have a few things to say to you, young lady!" The landlady's voice rang out from the hall.

Again there was the scramble of getting decent. Jeff's organ was paining him now. The anticipation of being on the verge of a climax twice, was proving to be too much for him. And Donna's vagina was itching and burning with unsated desire.

Jeff went over to the table next to the chair where the bottle of whiskey was-tipped it to his lips and took a long slug. He needed it!

Donna walked over to the door and opened it. The prostrate landlady had her hands on her hips. "If carryings on like this continue, I'll lose all my other tenants. Having that old man talk me into opening your door a while back was bad enough. But now that the neighbors witnessed him coming down from the balcony like the man on the Flying Trapeze, and landing in a bush I had imported from Ireland-this-this is too much!"

Jeff walked over and stood next to Donna. "Is the old buzzard still in one piece?"

"The last I saw of him, he was running like a bear with its tail on fire. But I guess he'll live."

"Good," Jeff grinned. "I'm sorry he ruined your bush."

"I'll have to add a hundred dollars to your rent, young lady, so that I can replace the bush."

"I don't have any money."

Mrs. Kelly had a shrewd look on her face. "How about that old man? After all, he's the one who ruined it."

"I don't think hell pay for anything now. Not even the rent."

"And the rent's due tomorrow. You don't have any other income?"

"No...."

"Then you'll have to vacate the apartment tonight. There's a decent couple ready to move in as soon as I have a vacancy."

"I can't move that fast."

"If you're not out of here by midnight, I'll call the police, show them the bush, and with the neighbors as witnesses, tell them an attempted murder was...."

Jeff broke in, "Don't argue with her, Donna. I'll help you move."

The landlady crossed her arms and cleared her throat. "Then its settled. I'm only a lone woman from the old country and I have to meet my taxes. I can't have free loaders around here."

Jeff gave her a nasty look. "Save the story of your life for somebody else. I'll look out for this girl."

Mrs. Kelly went "humph," then hurried down the hall and out of sight.

Donna closed the door. "Now what'll I do? I've lost the money Isadore was going to give me for Christmas. Probably it was five hundred dollars or more, and now everything's ruined. I'm broke and I've been evicted. Why did you have to quarrel with him? I told you I'd give him the gate after the holidays. On top of that, you could've killed him, and gotten the Gas Chamber."

"He doesn't kill that easy. Now, let's not cry over spilt milk; I have a solution to the problem."

"I'll bet you do. What is it?"

"You can stay at my apartment."

"But, Jeff, it wouldn't look right."

"Nobody has to know about it. I only have one bedroom but I can sleep on the sofa, if you'd like."

"I'd like to sleep right where you do. Jeff, what's getting into you?"

"I'm not thinking straight. What a damned mess. I only wanted to come over here and fuck, instead I've caused you all this grief."

"Let's forget it. Isadore's enough to upset anyone's thinking."

"Will you forgive me, honey? I'm so damned sorry."

"Of course I will. I happen to be in love with you. At least we don't have to look at Isadore's silly face any more."

"Okay-you'll live with me. Now, for Christ's sake, let's fuck, or suck, or something. I've never been so damned horny."

This time they didn't take time to play around. Jeff picked her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Hands were busy stripping off clothing and shoes that flew in all directions-then Jeff was sliding between her legs, aiming his penis directly at her hot vagina. Her legs wrapped around his back as he started to fuck her hard. His cock was so swollen that it actually hurt as it hit her womb. It only took three in and out strokes, then they came with a terrific impact. They held on to each other, pumping and working together. Their tongues met, frenching to the fucking rhythm that was getting slower, slower....

Even after the wonderful sensation had tapered off, Jeff kept moving, letting his prick soak. They were still hot. He was rising again, and she was rubbing her clit against his pubic hair, causing friction-coming again.

Jeff was also ready to shoot another load. His rod was rock hard again. "Ye gods-oh, Donna-move that big ass faster-meet this deep stroke, oh...."

The cockhead twitched, ready to shoot-

THEN!

The banging on the door sounded like a mallet coming down on a judge's desk.

"Motherfucker!" Jeff said as he took a dive off the bed.

"I'll go find out who it is," Donna said. She then ran through the living room, nude. "Who's there?"

"It is I-Isadore! Please let me in. I've come to make a truce. I want the three of us to be friends, and-and I want to give you your Christmas gift, Donna. Then I'll go!"

"Wait just a minute," she said, then ran back to the bedroom and started to get into her clothes hurriedly.

"Going some place?" Jeff inquired as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"No! Hurry-put your things on. Isadore's out there. He wants to make up with us."

"Fuck him."

"Come on, Jeff, he's going to give me that present."

Jeff started to get into his things. "Isadore! He's like the plague. We can't escape him! And brother, does that name fit. If there IS A DOOR where he isn't welcome; he's sure to stick his long nose into it!"

"His long nose is welcome in this door right now. I've got to get my hands on the Christmas check!"

When Donna let the old man in, Jeff was pretending to be going over some papers at the desk. And Isadore walked over and sat on the sofa as meek as a lamb. "Can't we be one happy little family again, and let bygones be bygones, kids?"

Donna smiled. "We're not holding any grudges. But because of your falling into that bush, the landlady told me to get out of here tonight."

"I didn't fall into it. I was pushed!"

"Jeff's sorry. Aren't you, Jeff?"

"Sure."

"It'll be hard to explain to my wife that I got scratched up on a bush; and I think my arm is broken. I can hardly move it."

"Just tell her you fell into a washing machine," Jeff grinned.

Isadore took a small gift wrapped package from his pocket and handed it to Donna. He then pulled a check from his wallet. Rushing over to her, he gave her a peck on the cheeck. "A merry Christmas to you; and try to think kindly of a poor soul who only has your best interests at heart."

Donna put the gift and check on the desk without looking at them, as she didn't want to appear obvious about how much it meant to her. "I'll be staying at Jeff's apartment until I can find another place."

Isadore's voice was sarcastic. "That sounds like a cozy setup."

"Now, Isadore, if you don't mind I think you should leave. I have a lot of packing to do. Jeff's going to help me move; and I can use his living room. We're only friends."

"I won't permit you to take the things I bought for you. I'll store them for you in my garage until you find another apartment-so I'll start taking down the drapes."

Jeff got off the chair at the desk. "You keep your paws off her stuff."

"Now, boys, I thought we were going to be friendly. Let him take the stuff, Jeff. It'll save us carting it over to your place."

Isadore scowled and started to rush around, pulling down the drapes and a few pictures. He then glanced at the tree. "I didn't buy this tree for another man's apartment. Let him get you one. The tree goes with me!"

Jeff laughed. "What an Indian giver."

"I don't care for a white tree, anyway," said Donna.

Isadore got on a chair, stood on it, and started to pull the ornaments off. A few of them bounced on his head, then landed on the floor, breaking into bits.

Jeff laughed loudly. "How clumsy can you get? You're breaking your balls."

Isadore looked down at the broken pieces. "It's my business if I break them; my money bought everything on this tree. And it's my privilege to break my own balls if I choose to. Donna, do you have any boxes?"

"I have a cardboard box in the kitchen. I'll get it for you."

After she got the box, Isadore gathered up the ornaments and put them into it. He then pulled off the lower ornaments and the strings of lights. He pulled out the plug on a small table radio and put it into the box, covering it with the pictures and drapes. "I'll go put these things in the car, then I'll be back for my tree."

Jeff was amused. "What a turncoat-before, everything was our tree. Now it's my tree!"

Isadore gave a snort, then left with the large box and Jeff smiled at Donna. "Do you know, honey, I'm starting to feel kinda sorry for the bastard."

"You insult him, ridicule him, and almost kill him; and now you're sorry for him!"

"Well, it seems rotten in a way, to take his gift and money and treat him like this."

"He loves it! The more I boss him around, the more I get out of him. That's the type he is. His wife's the one I'm sorry for; she worships the ground he walks on, and he treats her like a dog."

Just then Isadore made his last grand entrance to get the tree. He started to pick it up, then holding his left arm, let out a moan. He then picked up the tree with his right hand. "Jeff, would you mind opening the door for me? I can't seem to use my left arm any more. The injury is starting to get worse."

"To open an exit door, at any time for you, is a pleasure."

Isadore called over his shoulder. "When you get located, Donna, call my office. Then I'll bring the stuff back. Good night."

Donna jotted down Jeff's address. "I'll do that, Isadore. Good night, and drive carefully. Here's Jeff's address." She stuck the piece of paper into his pocket as Jeff opened the door and Isadore struggled out with the tree. No one bothered to help him. Then he was starting down the hall, dragging the tree along with him.

Jeff closed the door, then went over and got the bottle. Donna was on the sofa. He took the fifth over to her. "Let's have a good jolt. Damnit, this was worse than watching a B movie."

Donna took a long swig from the bottle, then handed it back to him. "I'd better see what he gave me for Christmas."

"That can wait. Know what? I want some un-interrupted sex, and I mean un-interrupted! I don't give a shit who knocks on that door. You're not going to answer it!"

"All right, darling," she smiled as she took another drink, then put the bottle on the floor.

Jeff got her dress over her head, then unsnapped her bra and threw it aside. He started to suck on one long tittie nipple. When it grew rigid, he nibbled on it gently, then went to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

"Your breasts are so lovely, baby. So full and firm," he said huskily as he pushed them together and licked across both fat nipples at the same time. "I'd like to fuck you between the tits. Will you let me?"

"Since when did you have to ask?"

He grinned. "Only trying to be a gentleman. Wait till I get my pants off."

Donna removed the rest of her clothes while she watched him undress. She saw that his pecker was hard again. Kissing her gorgeous boobies had aroused him greatly. Then he was on the sofa, crawling up until his swollen cock was pushing its throbbing head between the twin mounds. He was digging his hands and knees into the sofa, balancing himself.

"Squeeze them together, baby."

Donna cupped her hands around the delicious morsels and pushed them together tightly, making a snug passage for the long, hard prick that started to slide forward and backward. Every time the shiny head hit her chin, then slid near her mouth, she stuck out her long tongue and gave it a big lick. She could taste her own pussy on it, mixed with his previous come. She was surprised that this was exciting her. Perhaps Isadore had something! Loving to taste his own stuff, even eat it, might be a thrill at that, she mused.

Jeff was getting too damned horny to continue tittiefucking her. He slid his ass up higher so that his cockhead reached her mouth with ease. He then pushed the swollen corona hard against her lips. Donna let her mouth open, accepting it. Now Jeff was straddling her face, fucking her mouth, then her throat as he pushed the long prick in and out with rapid even strokes.

Donna could feel him throbbing. She sucked, licked, and gobbled until come started to squirt out of the deep eye. She was then feasting on it, and swallowing every drop.

As soon as Jeff's cock was sucked dry, he pulled away from her mouth, and slid down her body, tongue kissing every inch of her flesh on the way to her pussy. He blew the bushy hairs apart and stabbed his tongue directly into her cunthole. It had a sexy strong smell left from their recent fuck. He was enjoying the taste. He tonguefucked her for a while, then let his tongue slide down to her bung hole. He stabbed the tip of it in, then circled it around the cute rim. When he felt her squirming, and heard low moans escape from her throat, he went back to the beautiful cunt and lapped some more, then blew the clit until she squealed and grunted, and CAME.

Jeff looked up at her. "Did I satisfy you, baby?"

"Are you kidding? Hand me that bottle, will you?"

He reached for the fifth and gave it to her. She took a stiff drink, swishing it around in her mouth, then gargling with the fiery liquid.

"Rinsing away my come, eh?"

"You don't want me to go around smelling like a sex-mill, do you?"

"Why not? It beats garlic breath any time."

Let's see what Isadore gave me," Donna said as she drank again, then handed him the bottle. He took several gulps as she walked over to the desk.

"A good idea, Donna. You were smart in acting like you weren't anxious to look at the check."

She reached the desk and picked up the check, then turned around, looking disappointed.

"What's wrong?"

"The cheap skate! It's only for twenty-five dollars."

"Besides being an Indian giver, he's also spiteful. I think he did this purposely, Donna."

"Let's not be too hasty in judging him, Jeff. He might be playing a cat and mouse game with me. There could be a thousand dollar diamond ring in the box."

She picked up the small package and took it over to the sofa. She sat down and tore off the gift wrapping, then opened the box. "It's a wristwatch!"

"Let me see it. My dad used to be a watchmaker, and I know the value of watches."

Donna handed it to him and he examined it carefully, then put it to his ear. "This thing has a tick so loud, you'll be embarrassed if you wear it. Everyone within a hundred feet of you will be able to hear it." He then removed the back. "One jewel. Probably he bought this block off one of those guys who buy their burns in Tijuana for a buck each; then sell them on Main street for five bucks to suckers like Isadore."

"A measly twenty-five dollars! And I can't even hock the watch."

"Worse yet, what guarantee do you have that the check won't bounce?" Jeff grinned.

This remark struck Donna as so funny that she broke out laughing. "Come on, Jeff, let's take a shower, then start moving. I've had it for one night."

"Some sugar daddy, baby. You can really pick them," and Jeff started to laugh with her.