Chapter 12

JACKED OUT

They lay there, side by side, on the floor for a long time; saying nothing; just enjoying the warm aftermath of their delightful battle.

"I've known a lot of men," she admitted frankly after awhile. "But that was one of the best ever. I could feel you right to the tips of my nipples. She reached across his stomach and took hold of his limpness. "But you said TWICE-and you're so little."

"I won't stay little-if you keep THAT up," he assured her as she continued to toy with him.

Her eyes sparkled, devilishly. "Let's see!"

She leaned over him and dragged her hot, hard nipples across his stomach and chest to his mouth so that he could suck on them. Then she ran her hands down along his sides and over the sensitive area of his groin. She slid downward until she could hold him in her teeth and with the tip of her tongue, she teased him back to hardness. The moment he was full size again, she pulled away from him and jumped to her feet.

"Catch me!" she challenged. "Catch me-and you can do anything you want to me."

As he climbed to his feet and went after her-the both of them stark naked-she moved away from him around the room-circling behind the furniture-keeping it between them-like a couple of kids playing tag. Only she didn't look a bit like a "kid".

She was beautifully-shaped, full-blown woman with big mature breasts and around, cushiony buttocks that bounced delightfully with each step. To add to her wild, lustful appearance she'd run her hands though her sleek black hair so that it hung below her shoulder and half-covered her face. She made a few, uninhibited, obscene gestures to further excite him and make him desire her more-which was wholly unnecessary.

He caught up with her as she was bending over the back of the couch, trying to climb over it to get away from him. He approached her from behind and grabbed her breasts. She backed into him and locked him between her warm fleshy thighs. She breathed deep and passionately as she began to move slowly against him.

"Let me turn around," she whispered.

He stepped back and took her at her word. But she slipped away from him and with a few quick steps put the couch between them.

"That'll teach you-never trust a woman," she laughed. Then she cupped her breasts and held them up to him. "Yours if you catch me!"

He hurdled the couch and went after her. This time he caught her alongside the desk and bent her backwards over the top of it; her legs dangling. He leaned over her and kissed her breasts. She brushed aside the things atop the desk so she'd be more comfortable, then she took his face in her two hands and brought his lips to hers to scald his mouth with her tongue.

She parted her thighs and he moved between them. His refurbished gun rumbled its way back in-to the steaming cavern. He pressed hard against her and it was the signal for a resumption of pleasant hostilities that after increased pummeling and hammering, ended in the same ecstatic stablemate that drained both of them of every last ounce of energy and desire. She held him there for several moments after it was over as if to feel him diminish in size within her, caused her a sense of conquest.

When finally she let him go and he started to draw back from her, his gaze suddenly caught onto a piece of green paper atop the desk. It was a check

-with his name on it! He grabbed it up and read the amount. It was for two night's work.

"What the hell's this for?" he wanted to know

-remembering again what Freda had jokingly called him "a male whore". Could it be possible that's what Ninette considered him and was paying him for the two nights with her?

She hadn't sufficient strength to lift herself from the desk so she continued to lie there, looking up at him, quizzically. "What's WHAT for, darling?"

He stretched forward, his thigh bumping hers, and showed her the check.

"Oh, that's for you," she told him simply. "But what's it for?"

"It's your final check," she said from her rather undignified position atop the desk. "Final check?" he echoed.

She wagged her head and kept looking up at him. "This is your last night here, darling. You're being fired."

Jeff's face was a question mark. "Oleg found out about us?"

She sat up and crossed her shapely legs, toes pointed toward the floor. She reached a cigarette from a pack on the desk and mouthed it. "Can you reach the matches, please, darling?"

He got them, lit one and held the flame to her cigarette as she pulled on it, deeply. Then he blew out the match and threw the match-book aside. "Now-why am I being fired?"

She sighed and blew out smoke. "Not because I want you to be, darling."

"Then Oleg DID find out?" he asked.

She shook her black-topped head and again sucked at her cigarette.

"Then who?"

"Somebody who could put us out of business tomorrow," she explained as she blew out a cloud of blue smoke. "You know as well as I do that a place like this operates strictly on credit. The building ... the fixtures ... the piano ... the bar ... kitchen equipment ... tables ... chairs ... even the booze and food in the kitchen we owe money on. Nobody pays cash for everything. Which means that if we don't fire you, the somebody who doesn't want you to work here simply buys up all those contracts we signed and we turn the key in the front door. It's as simple as that, darling, and Oleg and I can't afford to let that happen. We don't have that kind of cash in reserve. What little we do have is tied up right in this club."

"The somebody you're talking about-his name happen to be Val Salem?"

"YOU said it, Honey-not me."

And that was all he had to say on the subject. He simply walked to where he had taken off his clothes and began to put them on. Without the slightest display of modesty or embarrassment, Ninette continued to sit there on the edge of the desk, smoking her cigarette and watching him dress.

"Jeff," she called across the room to him in her softest, sexiest-sounding voice.

He looked at her.

"Once more, darling?" she purred.

He studied her well formed legs, her tasty breasts. She was very appealing-but somehow it didn't seem quite right to do somebody who had just sacked him.

Putting out her cigarette, she got down off the desk and without making any attempt to reach her negligee, or try to cover herself in any way, she walked to where he was standing. She halted directly in front of him and looked up at him with a little sadness in her face.

"Maybe it's a good thing you ARE leaving?" she admitted frankly. "Because if you hung around here very long, I could go awfully soft on you. And that would be the worst thing that could happen. Because then I wouldn't be the big, bad boss-lady anymore. I'd just turn into a one man, jellyfish lay."

She reached up and kissed him, her lips trembling a little. Then she drew back quickly, turned him toward the door and strictly out of character, she said, "Now get the hell out of here-and fast-before I start making a goddam fool of myself."