Chapter 13
THE CONTACT WITH HER BODY ELECTRIFIED HIM....
It was dim without being dark in the Burma Road. Jack spotted her as soon as she walked in and hurried to meet her. Their hands caught and held and, ignoring the people around, he kissed her on the mouth and wanted more, much more than the law would permit in a public place.
Her response told him that she felt the same and shared his want.
Still holding hands, Jack led her toward his table near the back of the bar.
"Oh Jack," she made it sound like a prayer, "It's so good to see you away from the hotel. I don't care if a woman is supposed to sound coy and reluctant. I'm not either."
"Thanks, darling," it came from deep inside and she thrilled to the gentle rumble of his voice, "I've missed you so much that I have to get drunk to get to sleep at night, but the waiting is over now. He knows who and where and what we are."
"Do you mean that?"
"I mean it. If I don't find you in my room early this evening, I'm going to knock down the door of your room and rape you in twenty-seven different ways."
"Only twenty-seven?" she asked with an excited giggle. "How about sixty-nine?"
"That too," his grin was one the devil himself would have been proud of.
"And now," he went on, "let's start talking business before I tear your clothes off and take you right here among the empty martini glasses."
"If that's a promise, then I refuse to talk business," she matched his grin this time.
In spite of what she said though, Calla reached into her purse and pulled out a few sheets of paper. "Its all here, darling, and you were right all the way down the line."
His hands shaking a little with excitement, Jack took the paper from her and looked at what she had come up with. She had isolated the four rooms missing from the official recapitulation of the day's business.
Housekeeping reported that all four had been occupied and cleaned. There were dining room and bar tabs as well as room service chits.
She had gone farther and added up the total including room rental and all services. It amounted to one hundred and seventy-four dollars.
"You're great, baby chick," Jack enthused as he went over the figures. "This gives us the whole package."
"A kind of dirty package, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. Take this as an average day for him and multiply it by three-sixty-five and you get a pretty good income for him and a pretty fat loss for us."
Calla was thrilled that he considered himself a part of the Grange operation or, more important, a part of her.
"Yes Jack, but we still don't know exactly how he does it, do we?"
"Sure we do. Tomorrow morning, we watch him do it and close the net around him."
"Tell me what we look for?"
"Easy, because the Grange never got involved in up-to-date desk methods, it's just sitting there waiting for him. You're aware that all billings are turned over to him each morning for checking?"
"Yes, that's been his job right from the start."
"Right. So he picks three or four or five rooms and pulls out all the billings for them. Dining room, room service, bar, telephone, the works. After that, he tears up the registration card. What record do you have then?"
"It seems so simple, Jack. Why on earth didn't we see it, or at least the possibility of it, a long time ago?"
"Probably because it was a friendly operation where you trusted everybody. You're not the first to get stung by trusting and you won't be the last either."
"It has to be Bruce doesn't it? I mean is there a chance that it could be someone else?"
"You can answer that yourself. Who else has access to all the billings?"
"I see what you mean. What now?"
"Now comes a decision. Do you want to lay charges or not?"
"No. I'll have dad confirm that, but I'm sure he won't want to."
"Then it's easy. Tomorrow morning, we catch him with the goods, fire him and the game's over."
"Who's going to do it?"
"I am, but I want a lot of people around when I do. In case of backlash, we want witnesses."
With all the loose ends tied up. they were able to return their attention to the drinks. By way of celebration, they ordered a pair of corned beefs on rye. For another half hour, they enjoyed their banquet and then Jack took her back to the hotel.
It felt good to walk into the lobby with her without caring whether or not the assistant manager saw them.
Bruce West spotted them and Jack saw anger in his face. Whether it was a new variety or a continuation of the old, Jack couldn't tell and really didn't care. Nothing about the assistant manager mattered now except getting rid of him and settling down to an enjoyable life with Calla and his work at the hotel.
Calla went into her father's office and Jack went to the desk.
"You took long enough," Bruce greeted him unpleasantly. "Perhaps you don't realize it, but other people would like to get away from the desk to eat too."
Surprised but not upset, Jack heard the whine in the man's voice. It was little boy all the way. There was nothing of the man in him. It was the same lack of manhood that permitted him to settle for sex in pictures rather than in reality with a woman.
Since Bruce was already in his forties, it was most un-likely, Jack thought that he would ever grow up to be a man. There was no point in fighting him now though. The big battle had been won. He decided to placate him if it was possible.
"I'm sorry, Bruce," he looked at his watch. "I guess I was a little longer than I realized. I'll take over now if you want to go eat."
For a moment, it appeared that Bruce was going to say more. Changing his mind, he turned and walked away from the desk.
Watching him, Jack saw the beaten look, the sagging shoulders. It was as if he sensed that everything was over. Someone had taken his precious films, the mirrors had been exposed and he didn't dare try again.
Jack wondered if the man sensed that he had been caught stealing as Well.
Through the rest of the afternoon, there was little conversation behind the desk. Bruce spent most of the time in his office. He was puttering rather than working and Jack knew it.
At four o'clock, Jack left for the day. He had a big date ahead.
It began just after five when Calla arrrived. She looked even more beautiful than he had ever seen her and the gleam in her flashing eyes told him she had been looking forward to this as much as he had.
Jack took her into his arms and began kissing her even before he closed the door. He kicked it closed as they kissed and when he did, his leg brushed hers. The contact seemed to electrify both so that the intensity of their kiss increased.
They had planned on going out to eat, but that was going to have to wait. By mutual consent, they walked toward his bed.
Although they talked, it was hardly a conversation. They used few words as they spoke of missing and wanting and hurting. All that was to be changed though as they began undressing.
There was almost a shyness about Calla as she took her dress off and paused for a moment before reaching to slip the hooks of her bra.
After all they had done together in the past, it was a strange sensation, but one she couldn't control. Shy or not, she unfastened the bra and pulled it off. Looking down at her proudly jutting breasts, she felt all the confident pride of womanhood.
There was no more shyness or hesitation then. Her man was already naked and beautifully aroused for her. Her body excited him and she would give it to him with a willingness that would make his desire grow until it exploded deep inside her own body where passion raged in a wonderful, devouring inferno.
"Allow me," Jack said as she reached for the waistband of the little black nylon panties.
His hands slid inside, his thumbs hooked over the waistband and she felt his hands on her as he pulled the panties down slowly, his eyes feasting on what his hands were baring.
When the panties fell around her ankles, Calla would have kicked them away, but he stopped her. Bending, he removed them from her feet with something close to reverence.
'Mustn't kick your pretty little panties off, darling," he said with a loving smile. "They're precious because they cling to your lovely body and take on the woman scent of you that I love."
As if to prove his point, he raised the warm panties to his mouth. He inhaled and pressed a loving kiss into the nylon. Watching, Calla felt the kiss right where the panties had been a minute ago. It caused a delicious tremble to sweep over her body.
She still wore her garter belt and nylons, but she made no move to take them off. They wouldn't be in the way and she knew Jack liked the look of them on her and the feel of her nylons rubbing his sides while they lay in the ultimate embrace of love.
And that, she knew as Jack drew her down onto the waiting bed, wasn't far off.
"I know you've just had a bath, darling," he said gently, "your body is positively glowing, but you're going to get another one now."
"Are you going to bathe me?" she asked, looking up into his face as he leaned over her.
"Right, my darling. I'm going to bathe you right here and now."
He kissed her on the forehead and she felt his tongue. Calla trembled at the thought of being bathed all over that way. It would take a long time and she would cry out over and over again, but it was a delightful way to postpone the big moment and sharpen the eventual joy of it to the keenest possible edge.
Moving down from her face, his tongue attended her throat and shoulders and even the warm recess under her arms. Calla had never been kissed there before and she quickly decided she liked it.
When he had covered the front of her body with his licking kisses, Jack turned her over gently and worked his way down her back.
He worked a long time on and between the gently swelling mounds and caused her to cry with delight as his probing tongue reached everywhere and found everything beautiful and intoxicating.
Not even her feet were missed. She thought she would scream when his tongue found the sensitive soles of her feet. After that, he covered each toe and the bath was complete except for one place.
"Oh Jack, darling," she panted, "I'm ready. I'm so ready for you."
"Oh no you're not. I saved the best of the bath for the last. You're going to get it now."
With that, he moved up a little on the bed and picked her up around the hips. Calla realized how strong he was as he held her away from the bed while he parted her long, beautiful legs and pressed his face deeply between her thighs.
This time she did cry out. Every time he kissed her there was the first time and was more thrilling than any kiss she had ever known.
He wasn't content to bathe the surface though. He did that first and did it thoroughly, then his tongue was inside.
While his strong hands held and caressed her buttocks and thighs, his mouth and tongue carried her upward to a point from which she knew there could be no return until the ecstatic explosion took place.
Calla tried to make him stop, tried to tell him she wanted to wait until he was ready to join her in the experience, but there was no stopping him, he refused to let her wait.
By way of answer, his hands gripped her buttocks more tightly and drew her more closely against his face. Calla began sighing and the sound grew until it became a barely stifled scream as the delicious waves broke over her again and again and drowned her in ecstasy.
Lowering her body with her thighs still parted, Jack moved into her with gentle strength. This time, he knew it would be impossible to work slowly enough to bring her to completion again.
Instead, his hands moved under her buttocks again and raised her from the bed to meet the strong challenge of his hurried stroking.
Calla heard his groan of relief just a moment before she felt the result flooding and bathing her body. It seeemed to race through her bloodstream so that every inch of her body was warmed and lubricated by the sweet juice of his love.
She pulled him down on top of her then and the heavy weight of his body was the most enjoyable burden she had ever known.
"I love you, Calla," his deep voice broke as he whispered the words she so wanted to hear.
"Oh my darling," she replied with a sob in her voice. "I love you and I've been waiting for you to say it."
"I've known it for a long time, darling. There just wasn't time to say it then. It had to wait until the trouble was over and we were really free to love."
"Oh yes, darling, yes. And now we are free with all of life ahead of us."
"There is one little detail though, my darling. How soon will you marry me?"
"I can be dressed in two minutes." There was a tinkle of laughter in her voice and a matching gleam in her eyes.
"Not on your life. I don't intend to let you put any clothes on until the morning. After that, we'll see how quickly it can be arranged."
Although neither mentioned it for fear of breaking the spell, both were aware that it would be one of the last gifts they would be able to give her father. What to give the dying man who has everything except life; a moment of happiness at the wedding of his daughter.
It wouldn't be a big wedding, they agreed, although Jack suggested she might prefer one. They planned a small, private ceremony with champagne and laughter and happiness.
Later, Jack apologized for not having remembered to bring the movies up to the room.
"I don't need them, darling. Some other time it will be fun looking at them, but I don't want to tonight. By the way, where are they?"
"Safely locked in the trunk of my car. I figure our little pal Bruce knows I took them and will come looking for them sooner or later. Until I find a better place, they'll be safe there. It's the last place he'd think of looking."
They had a couple of drinks and both felt passion returning. While they fondled each other's bodies as their mouths played kissing games, Calla discovered that while he was ready in spirit, the felsh was too weak to permit what he wanted.
"I guess I rushed you a little, darling," she whispered with her lips brushing his ear.
"Have no fear, love chick. I know how I of n make it work."
Calla felt the beginning of revival taking place in her hand and knew he meant what he said.
"Telll me how?" she asked.
"Are you ready now?"
"More than ready, darling. I'll always be ready to make love with you."
"Well then, all you have to do is pray for it and I'll be ready."
Calla blinked and looked puzzled.
"Doesn't one usually kneel down to do that?" Jack grinned as he asked.
For just a moment, Calla didn't understand. Then the light dawned and she laughed as she scolded him for teasing her.
"Does that really make it better for you?" Calla asked in wonder.
"Not all the time. It's just that when old John Henry is too tired to raise his head for another round, the different approach does the trick."
"I never knew that. Is it the same for all men?"
"I think all men have some specific method depending on taste. For some it's a woman's hand or her mouth or her breasts or her armpits or what have you."
"But you're a derriere man?"
"You could say that. When you kneel over with that lovely fanny arched and I see the whole vista, the sweet round bottom, the thighs, nylons, your beautiful breasts hanging full and firm, I'll suddenly be ready.
"When old J.H. touches you as I kneel behind you, I wager he'll rear his tired head and go searching for heaven under those sweet hills."
"Then I don't think we should keep him waiting," Calla grinned as she quickly turned and knelt on her hands and knees.
Her knees were wide apart to make way for him. Jack paused for a moment to stare at the arrray of curves and mounds and slopes and indentations that were so warm and waiting.
The black garter belt contrasted with the white of her silken skin. She twisted her body a little so that under her, the pendulous melons swayed excitingly while behind, the full moons of her buttocks moved gracefully in invitation.
"Some day," he warned her as he knelt between her legs, "I'm going to find an excuse to spank that luscious fanny a nice bright pink."
"Oh I hope so darling. Please let it be soon."
At her words, Jack felt vitality return instantly in full measure. More than just appreciating looking at the beauty of a well curved feminine rear, Jack had developed a distinct taste for administering moderate spankings as a part of the love game.
"Wow," Calla gasped as she looked back over her shoulder, "it really does work. It's a miracle, darling."
"If it is, beauty chick, you're about to get it."
She felt the strength of him prodding below her trembling buttocks and then his hand was there, guiding him into her.
Calla remembered how good it had been that way when they did it while watching the movies. He pressed into her until she felt his belly rubbing her and she found it was just as good this time or perhaps even a little better.
His strong hands held her as he began the wonderful motions of their dance of love. Picking up the rhythm, Calla swayed her body back and forth so that she moved back to meet his every charge.
With the completion of each stroke, there was the lovely, fleshy sound of belly and buttocks slapping gently. In a way, she decided, it was a variety of spanking and although it wouldn't leave a tingle in her cheeks after, there was going to be a lovely tingle of satisfaction all through her.
Looking down, she was fascinated by the sight of the swaying orbs, the tips erect and so pink that they were almost red.
A little cry escaped her as she felt the rockets being launched between her thighs. From the stepped up pace of his stroking behind her, Calla knew he was getting ready to ride the same rocket that would carry her above the stars that were already beginning to appear as she closed her eyes and braced herself.
As Calla reached the very summit of completion, she felt his body rubbing hers as he pulled her more tightly to him. He continued to hold her tightly all through their shared trip into sweet oblivion.
Later, Jack complained that his knees were weak as he got up to refill their glasses. Both laughed as they agreed that fatigue could be a delicious thing when caused by the right exertions.
In time, their conversation returned to the subject of spanking and each discovered that the other loved to discuss it.
When Calla mentioned spankings in the sorority house, he insisted on hearing about it in detail. She described sessions in which one or more girls lay over the lap of a senior member either naked or with skirts raised and panties lowered to receive a bare bottom spanking with palm or paddle.
Jack was fascinated by her description of the spanking and told in return how he discovered the joys of spanking by accident when he was in his early teens.
Then, he had happened to look from an upstairs window into the undraped and slightly opened window of the house next door.
In the room, a woman had taken her sixteen year old daughter over her lap with dress and slip raised and panties pulled down to her bent knees.
It was the first time he had ever seen the bare bottom of a female, the first time he had ever seen a garter belt, and the first time he had ever seen or heard a spanking.
The thrill of the experience never diminished and his interest in the subject was born strong then as he watched and listened while the bouncing cheeks turned red to the sweet sounds of slapping and sobbing while the victim kicked her lovely legs.
"You truly like being spanked?" Jack asked with a note of urgency in his voice. "I mean you're not saying it just to please me?"
"I liked it when I was in college and I know I'll love it when you spank me. That's the truth, darling. Mind you, in those days, I preferred giving a spanking to taking one."
"How wonderful," he enthused. "I like getting it too. Your hand won't be strong enough, but I'll provide you with a whole collection of things to use on me when I've been a bad boy and need a bare bottom spanking."
It wasn't surprising at all that they decided their honeymoon would be spent in a cottage in some deserted location where they could make all the noise they wanted to without arousing unwanted interest among nosy neighbors.
Their heated discusssion led eventually to Jack taking her over his lap and patting the willing cheeks lightly in a soundless, pretended spanking.
Neither was surprised at the revival of his virility. Getting back into bed, they made love very slowly and then fell into a deep, beautiful sleep.