Chapter 9

It turned out to be one of those nights a man can think back on in his old age. Felicia was a real little wildcat with only one thing on her mind. As the night wore on, we became more and more experimental. She wanted to try every erotic technique in the books.

I went right along with her.

I was having a ball. When a female like Felicia fires me up, I'm game for anything. She was a jaded little wench. It was impossible to sleep, of course, with a sex kitten like her in bed.

We tried variations on variations, and every one seemed to be more exciting. Some experiments called for a lot of weird contortions, which somehow added to the enjoyment.

But all good things come to an end. Finally I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Lucky for me I was in bed at the time. Even as I dozed off, I felt her hand tormenting me, still trying to revive the spark.

I slept until morning.

Felicia was still asleep, so I unwound carefully and rolled off the bed. I went to the bathroom and took a shower, then shaved. When I returned, she was sitting up in bed.

"What time do you go to work?" I asked her.

"I don't want to go to work." She pursed her lips. "I want to stay with you, honey. I want to make love forever."

"Sounds like fun," I said. "But it isn't very practical. You don't want to lose your job-"

"I don't care about that--I can always find a job. But I can't always find such a good lover-man."

I walked over to the dresser and flipped a cigarette from the pack lying there. I lit it and sat down in the big easy chair. At once Felicia slid off the bed and came over to plop down in my lap.

We were both mother-naked, and it felt kind of nice. But I wanted to be left alone while I thought something through. I pushed her away.

She pouted for a moment, then went into the bathroom and took a shower. When she came out, her hair was wrapped in a towel. She let it down and stood in front of the mirror, combing out the tangles.

She had quite a head of hair. It covered her back like drapery, reaching almost to her waist. I said, "Felicia-" She turned around, smiling. "What, honey?"

"You want to be a big help to me."

"Anything you want, honey."

"Would your cousin who works in the Post Office be able to watch for a certain package?"

"Oh, sure. He unloads the trucks and sorts the mail. It would be easy for him."

"Good. I want you to go have a talk with him."

While Felicia watched curiously, I wrote out the details on a slip of paper. Then I took two twenties from my wallet. Her eyes grew wide.

"What's this for, honey?"

"For your cousin. Tell him I'll pay that much again if he will hold a certain package until I pick it up. I wrote down the name that will be on the package. Jacob Green. Addressed, General Delivery."

"What's in the package, honey?" she asked curiously.

"Nothing valuable," I said quickly. "Just some important papers that someone else is trying to get. He'll call at the general delivery window every day. But tell your cousin to keep the package until I come to pick it up."

"How will you know when it arrives?"

"I want you to check every afternoon."

"All right, honey." She smiled seductively and pushed her nude thighs against me. "I'll do anything you want."

"Get dressed now," I said. "Go talk to your cousin. Then we'll go have breakfast."

"I can stay with you then?" she asked excitedly.

I nodded, then gave her a swat on the butt to hurry her along. I sat on the bed and watched her dress. She would look out of place wearing a velvet gown in the middle of the day. I decided to take her to her apartment to pick up her clothes, as soon as she came back to come irt real handy.

When she went out the door, I stood by the window and watched for her. I had a good view from the window. I could see her going along the sidewalk until she went through the Post Office entrance.

She was back in ten minutes. By that time I was dressed. She slithered up to me, twisting her hips seductively, and put her arms around my neck.

"Everything is okay, honey. My cousin will watch for the package."

"Good," I said. "This afternoon you'll go check at the window, at three-thirty. You'll do it every day. And always come right back to report to me."

"Okay, honey. Anything you ask-"

"Whatever you do, don't pick up the package. I'll go over and get it myself."

"Okay, honey"

She gave me a wet kiss, smearing her soft mouth on mine, doing wicked things with her tongue. We stood there that way for nearly a minute. I almost got carried away, but I broke it off finally. There were too many things to be done. I didn't want to get sidetracked now.

"Come on," I said. "We're going to your apartment."

"Why, honey?"

"If you're going to move in with me, you'd better pack a few things."

She had no objections to that. We went down to the street and caught a cab. When we pulled up in front of her place, I shoved open the cab door.

"Go on up and pack. I've got something to do. I'll pick you up in about an hour."

She pouted and gave me a questioning look with those big brown eyes. Then she smiled faintly. "You be sure and come back, honey . "

"Don't worry."

I had the cabbie drive me to a used car lot. While the grinning salesman tried to sell me every lemon he had, I wandered down the rows, looking for a serviceable car that I could depend on to get me out of the lot without breaking down. I settled on a Karmann Ghia, after driving it around the block and giving the motor a quick inspection.

The grinning salesman and I finally struck a bargain for eight hundred cash. It put a dent in my resources, but at least I had transportation. I was doing pretty good for a guy who had arrived in town broke a couple of days ago.

Felicia was waiting for me in front of her apartment house, sitting on a battered metal suitcase. Her eyes grew wide when she looked over the Karmann Ghia. I got out and helped her with the suitcase.

"I didn't know you had a car, honey," she said, squeezing my hand. "It's beautiful-"

It wasn't that much of a car. I'd have been more satisfied with a couple hundred more horsepower, but at the moment it was all I could afford. Someday, when I had settled with Duke Bevins, I planed to own a new Caddy.

"I just bought it," I told her.

"You must have lots of money."

I was looking at Felicia when she said it. I didn't like the look of greed that crossed her face for an instant. like most of her countrymen, she probably indulged in the national pastime of filching everything she could get her hands on. I made up my mind to keep an eye on the money belt, day and night. Especially night.

We had a couple of hours to kill before Felicia made her mail run, so I took her to lunch at a small cafe near the Playa Caleta. It had once been the plushest section of Acapulco, but most American tourists had deserted it for the newer attractions around the north and east rim of the bay.

We had cocktails and some very good broiled lobster. Then I took Felicia for a drive out to Puerto Marquez. I got us back to the hotel room by three o'clock. Felicia slipped her arms around my neck and went soft like a kitten.

I kissed her for a minute, then held her off.

"Time for you to go to the Post Office," I said.

She pouted.

"Can't it wait, honey?" She licked her lips and fluttered her eyes seductively. "What's so important about an old package?"

I dug my fingers into her wrist, making her yelp.

"It's important to me."

"All right, honey," she whined. "You don't have to be so rough. I'll go"

"Talk to your cousin," I said. "Nobody else. If the mail hasn't arrived from the south, wait until it does."

"Okay, honey."

"And remember. Don't pick up the package-Just come back and report to me."

"All right, Hank. HI do what you say."

She kissed me full on the mouth with her soft, wet lips, grinding her belly against my leg. She growled deep in her throat. Then she opened the door.

"We'll go to bed as soon as I'm back," she murmured. "You got to take care of me, honey"

"Soon as you're back-" I replied.

After she had gone, I lit a cigarette and stood at the window watching the street. I saw her go into the Post Office. In less than a minute, a cab pulled up and Duke Bevins stepped out. I didn't like it that the two of them would be in there together. After a couple of days seeing her there, Duke might get suspicious. I didn't want Duke suspicious. I wanted him lulled and full of confidence.

But it was better to send Felicia than to go myself. I'd given it a lot of thought and decided this was the best way to handle things.

I didn't worry much for the first five minutes. I leaned against the window sill and lit a second cigarette from the butt of the first one. I puffed nervously. They were still in there. I started getting jumpy. I fought against the urge to rush down and see what was happening.

The mail hadn't arrived yet. That was all. With all that money at stake, my nerves were bound to be on edge. I didn't like to think that this might go on every day for a couple of weeks. I wished to hell the package was there so I could grab it and get out of town.

Felicia came through the door. There seemed to be an urgency in her step. She headed for the hotel, crossed the street and disappeared from my sight.

Then I saw Duke come out and signal to a taxi. The sight of him suddenly twisted my guts into knots. Anger shot through me, causing my muscles to tense. I ached to get my fingers around his throat. My hatred was a throbbing in my head.

Then it went away, almost as suddenly as it had appeared. I didn't want to feel such rage, because it might dull my purpose. Getting the jewels was the important thing. Revenge was strictly secondary. And only if I could lean on Duke without getting myself in a mess.

Felicia was at the door.

I opened it and let her in. There was a lewd smile on her crimson lips. Already she was pulling at the zipper of her dress. She let her purse fall carelessly to the floor. I caught hold of her arms and shook her roughly.

"Is it in?"

"What?"

"The package!"

For a moment she seemed confused. Already she had forgotten why I had sent her. The urgency in her step had been caused by something else, by the shivering excitement of her passion. All she cared about was climbing into bed.

"Answer me!" I shouted.

"It isn't in, honey."

I felt suddenly let down. I hadn't really expected it to be in yet, but I had built myself up too much. Day after day, this was really going to be hard on my nerves.

I stood in front of the window, staring down at the street. Felicia came up behind me. Her arms locked around my waist. She had removed the dress and her bra. I felt the soft pressure of her breasts on my back.

"Are you mad at me, honey?"

She started a slow, seductive jiggle, and all at once my frustration melted away. I turned around. She was stark naked, gasping with sensual hunger. I kissed her for a long time, and she twisted her thighs against me.

"Come to bed," she whispered. "I'm ready-"

Running ahead of me, her bottom swishing, she dove across the mattress. As I pulled at my clothes, I stared down at her, lying on the bed, her torso coiling, her lush thighs revealed, her breasts quivering.

She had a fantastic female body, a perfect figure. Round, bulging breasts. A narrow waist. Full hips. Her trim legs were drawn up and her knees were together. She stared at me through long dark lashes and shaped her mouth for kissing.

Then she shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to sway and tremble. The nipples stood out bright and red, throbbing with splendor.

I kicked out of my shoes and fell beside her, pressing my bare body to hers. She wound her arms around my neck. Her hips were in motion, squirming, thrusting wantonly. I felt her nestling thighs and the warm pressure of her breasts.

We had both begun to sweat with excitement. Our flesh was slick as we wound together on the bed. The animal scent of her heated body sent shivers along my spine. She wound her fingers in my hair and kissed me, darting her tongue into my mouth. Our breathing became ragged.

We moved together and our bodies seemed to melt, then fuse. Felicia began to grind her hips. Her legs clung to me, her thighs caressed. The tempo grew wilder. She was such a bawdy little wench, so fired up with passion, that I let her take the lead.

I cupped my hands around her bottom and clung to her as she carried me higher and higher with the rising crescendo of her lust. She had turned into a jungle cat. She groaned and whimpered and spat raking her nails across my back.

She let out a scream.

I felt her quaking inside as she thrashed beneath me. A blinding flash exploded before my eyes. I was shaken with tremors. I felt my body lift up and come crashing down to earth again. When consciousness returned, I was still sprawled on her sweaty, heaving body, trembling all over and gasping for breath.