Chapter 17
THE THREE OF THEM WERE ON THE BED....
Bruce had said they would wait until dark to begin watching the movies. By dusk, he couldn't wait any longer. Both were aware that there would be a lot more than merely watching involved.
As he selected the first reel of film and began to thread it into the projector Calla noticed the first signs of arousal in him. Following the direction of her glance, he looked down and smiled.
"That's only the beginning, my dear. It will be much bigger and better when we start watching the movies and you entertain me with your body."
Calla knew he was right. She had seen and felt him earlier, had received his version of "Pure" sex and expected it would happen again.
But by now, she thought, her disappearance would have been noticed. Jack would know instinctively that Bruce had taken her. He would come looking for her.
But the big question remained, would it be rescue for her or would Jack walk into a trap? Surely, she kept telling herself, Jack is too smart to let Bruce outwit him.
It was a nice thought, but Calla realized that with his insanity, Bruce West had developed an animal cunning and a seeming sure instinct. He would be a tough adversary and Jack would have to be careful. She wondered where Bruce had hidden the gun and how quickly he could get it if and when Jack appeared on the scene.
"Come my dear," his voice was excited but gentle, "it's curtain time. You may stand beside me for now. Later, I'll have you come onto the couch with me."
Calla walked over to stand beside him as he sat on the edge of the couch.
"Move your feet wider apart, dear. I want to be able to see and feel all of your panties for a while before we take them off."
Obediently, Callla moved her feet apart and watched as Bruce bent over and twisted his head to peer between her thighs.
He stroked her nylons, the naked skin above, then ran his two hands all over her panties. With a sigh of content he straightened up then and flicked the projector to life.
His vitality, Calla saw, had returned fully. His hands on her panties and thighs told her that his arousal was still growing.
He adjusted the focus of the projector and Calla gave a gasp as she recognized the woman in the picture. It was Alice Winters, a woman of her own age. They had played together as kids, gone through school together and drifted apart during college years.
The thought of Alice being in a hotel room with two men was a jolt, but she got a bigger one when one of the men took out his wallet and counted out a pile of money into her waiting hand. With a smile, Alice tucked it into her purse and began unfastening her dress.
In bra and panties, she permitted the men to admire and explore her magnificent figure. She sat on the arm of a chair then and waited as both the men stripped naked to display their readiness for action.
As they watched, Calla felt Bruce rubbing her in a more frantic way. From time to time, he added stinging pinches to his patting.
On the screen, Alice walked to join the two men at the bed. One of them had just tossed a coin and she laughed at some comment one of them made.
While one man unfastened her bra and removed it to show lovely, firm breasts, the other bent and stripped her panties down her thighs.
The young Alice, Calla recalled, had developed into a very beautiful prostitute. Calla couldn't help wondering how it had happened.
The three of them got onto the bed and Alice stretched out to receive their attentions. Her expression indicated she was quite pleased.
One man knelt beside her and fondled the twin mounds so that the tips flared into enlarged life. When his hands achieved that, his mouth lowered to carry on the good work.
But the other man was far from being bored. He had raised and parted her thighs and his face was buried deeep between them while his hands fondled thighs and swelling buttocks.
The actions of the two men were causing the woman to writhe on the bed and Calla saw that she was enjoying her work.
When they finished that portion of their game, the man who knelt between her thighs moved up on her, waved his proud strength, then lowered himself onto her body.
She accepted him easily and he was soon bouncing up and down as he stoked smoothly while the other man sat beside them and watched.
Finishing the act with obvious enjoyment, the man patted Alice as he got up off her and made room for his friend.
The new man and Alice had a short conversation and he lay on his back on the bed. With a smile, she licked her lips and bent over him.
One hand caught his rigid strength, her mouth opened wide and moved down to capture him. While her jaws worked, her hand continued to hold him. It moved slowly in an up and down motion until completion arrived. The movie ended on that note.
But there was more. For over an hour, they viewed one reel after another. In the process, Bruce had taken off her bra and panties and was fondling her body wildly.
"Come dear, kneel down in front of me. I wanted to wait," his voice broke with passion, "but I can't. I have to do it now."
Calla saw his hand holding his urgency and knew what he was going to do. The thought of kneeling in front of him while he did it filled her with revulsion and terror.
He had just put on a new film that started with three beautiful young women in the room admitting yet another beauty.
All were fully dressed, but their expressions of excitement indicated that would soon change. Calla wanted to see that one, but her back was to the picture as she knelt between his legs.
Turning for a quick glance, she saw that all four women were smiling as they began removing their dresses.
"Face me, Calla dear," he commanded. "I want you to look right at it while I do it. I'll tell you what's happening on the screen."
Sensing it would be a mistake to anger him, Calla lowered her eyes to the fully erect, throbbing maleness as his hand moved slowly back and forth.
"They all have their dresses off now," he told her in a tone of excitement. "They're quite beautiful in bras and panties. Now they're kissing and playing with each other."
He maintained the running commentary while his hand worked slowly, pausing once in a while when, Calla guessed, he was close to ending it.
"They're taking each others bras off now. Oh, they have lovely big ones."
"May I take a quick look?"
"No Calla keep looking at it. It won't be long now."
Directly below her face, she saw the full redness of the thing. She shuddered.
He described the removal of panties in the picture and his hand began to move faster.
"They're all getting on the bed now. They're playing with each other." He used the plainest of terms to tell her of the games they played and became even plainer in his approach when they paired off and moved into mutual embraces.
"Oooh, Calla dearest, get ready," he panted. "This time, I'm going to let it go. Keep watching, darling, it looks so nice when it comes out."
He was raving now and Calla felt the chill of terror rock her as she stared as if hypnotized at him.
He began moaning and squirming a little, his right hand became a blur of motion, slapping at his tummy and darting away again.
"Now ... ooohhhh ... now ... now...."
Calla saw another blur of motion, then she turned away and felt sick.
He was still groaning when the door was thrown open and Jack stood in front of them with a gun in his hand.
"Oh darling," Calla gasped as she jumped to her feet and ran to him.
Bruce too got to his feet but dumbly with a stunned expression on his face. He had set his trap and now he was caught in it.
"Are you all right, darling," he asked as his eyes reflected all the love he felt for her.
"Oh yes, Jack. I knew you'd find me. I knew you would."
The film had ended and flapped loudly in the quiet of the room. Bruce stood dumbly beside the projector looking stunned as if trying to understand what had happened.
Releasing his hold on Calla, Jack turned to flick it off.
With an animal scream of rage, Bruce threw himself at the man with the gun. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Jack fell back and the gun clattered to the floor. While he scrambled after it, Bruce broke for the door.
Grabbing the gun and turning at the same time, Jack ripped off a shot but the man disappeared into the night. Getting to his feet as quickly as he could, Jack went out after him.
He saw the white body running across the wide lawn toward the lake. Jack decided he didn't have to shoot. He had scouted the grounds earlier and knew the lawn ended in a sheer drop to the rocky beach below.
The man would have to stop when he reached the edge. Jack knew he could handle him easily and could tie him up to await the arrival of the police.
As he thought it, he saw headlights approaching. The car rounded the curve and the headlights picked up the running form just as it reached the edge of the cliff and kept running at full speed.
There was a vanishing cry in the high pitched voice of a woman. It ended abruptly. Police scrambled from the car and ran toward the cliff.
Having seen the rocky beach, Jack knew what they would find.
He went back inside to Calla. She had almost finished dressing. Helping her with her dress, he took her into his arms and told her what had happened outside. It was all over and they could begin their life together at last.