Chapter 14
The women were making it together, coiled one around the other, one rose and ivory and a wealth of midnight hair, the other polished and golden, with burnished curls.
Rush watched them as he drank another highball, and it was better, wilder, than Lei's entanglement with Cleo had been, earlier. They were used to each other, and knew all the erogenous zones, all the tingling places to caress, all the spots that roused to greater stimulation.
They were beautiful together, sliding and twining in a knotting and unknotting of legs and arms, of breasts and the joining of mouths. Their hands cupped and stroked each other-mounds and buttocks and tits; bellies and thighs and backs. One Oriental woman, smooth and eager. One brightly Caucasian woman, sleek and hungry.
Rush stared at them, feeling their warmth permeate his own body, knowing the sensations of their lusts as the voyeur, feeling some of what they felt and sharing their intimacy. His own rod lifted in response, but slowly, not in full strength, and he waited for the power to return.
He would join them, then, participate fully in their sensual play, blend with both of them in a wild goodness that would be almost sharp as pain. Lei Ng and Lorna Allison-lesbian or bisexual, he didn't care. They were there for him, too, and he would share them as he shared himself with them.
Lorna moved up from between Lei's thighs, and lay atop her, moving sexily, mound fitted to mound, rubbing clit upon clit, and Lei wrapped her legs around the small, golden woman to make it better.
It was like watching one woman actually screw another one, Rush thought, for they made love intently, with a special fervor. They kissed, and he could see the darting of tongues between their mouths. They fondled cheeks and thighs, and from time to time, one of them would dip her mouth to a nipple, to like a breast, to pull a generous part of the globe itself into her mouth.
Slowly, they changed positions, and Lei was on top, thrusting strongly downward at Lorna's pussy with her own, now playing the male part as Lorna bucked beneath her driving. Lei's buttocks clenched and loosened, rose and fell, rolled as she imitated the male's strokes, and did a good job of it.
Rush's staff got up full, expanded to its complete length and thickness, and the head swollen and throbbing. He tossed down another drink to back him up, and moved away from the bar with his penis in his hand.
But he had to stand waiting above them as they suddenly changed ends and went into the sixty-nine position, holding to each others' spread thighs, their faces buried into slots, both of them wiggling and arching, both quivering and hunching.
They came together-moaning and shuddering, then stiffening out with their toes curling. He watched them relax and knew what he was going to do to them, with them.
Lorna lifted first, turning about and sitting up, her eyes still glazed with passion, her lips damply shining. He strode to her and stood before her, his rod outstretched. Then he took her golden, ringleted head between his palms and shoved his organ into her mouth.
She took it loosely, not yet adjusted to the move, a bit surprised, but he did not allow her a choice. He stroked it into her mouth, standing with his feet spread wide and his pelvis grinding against her chin when he had it home. He felt the shudder of her tongue and the smooth, hot velvet of her throat.
Lorna began to suck, began to respond, to come alive, and he hunched it to her as she pulled on it. But he was watching the girl who was sitting up beside Lorna as Lorna kneeled to blow him as he wanted.
When Lei rose to her knees, with that wealth of ebony hair hanging down around her face and covering her thighs like a rich tent, Rush pulled his rod away from Lorna and took one step to the side. He caught Lei's head and tilted her face up. He shoved the damp head of his staff on through the curtain of her hair and found her lips.
Without protest, she took it into her mouth, her hands coming up in reflex to cup his scrotum. He stroked it back into her throat, and she laved him with her tongue.
But he would not hold it there, would not bring himself to a complete orgasm with Lei, not yet. He changed back to the waiting Lorna, and pumped it into her mouth in turn, moving from one to the other of them, as he had done with vaginas.
They seemed to be competing with each other, each of them struggling to make him come, each clinging to his rod as long as they possibly could, sucking and licking until he knew he couldn't restrain himself much longer.
When the power of the oncoming orgasm rushed through his nerve ends to gather in his distended glans, he had it in Lorna's mouth, and he held her head clenched as it exploded far back in her throat. She did not flinch or attempt to withdraw, but took it all, draining him completely.
He was suddenly weak in the knees, and Lorna still didn't want to let it go, even though he tried back out of her mouth. She held him there, mastering him, gripping his organ lightly between her teeth and flexing her cheeks.
Lei stood up, lithe and lovely, pushing back her long hair and reaching down for the sheer scarlet robe. She still had on her high heel shoes.
Rush finally had Lorna let him go, and picked up his slacks. He was into them and sitting tired upon a bar stool with his pitcher of martinis at his elbow for rejuvenation, when Lorna said something low and soft to Lei, and left the room, left the scraps of her yellow dress still spilled on the floor where Rush had spread them in his earlier eagerness.
Lei lighted smokes for them both, and he poured her a drink. She said: "Okay, now you know how it is with Lorna and me. It's not love, but something else damned near as hard to kick. I-I never have played the guy with anyone else, and I've never wanted to go down on another woman."
"I understand," he said. "Lorna makes people do a lot of things they hadn't thought of. I don't put you down for it, Lei. I dig her, too. She's like some narcotic in the blood."
"Yes," she said. "Like narcotics. Rush-oh Rush, I-I'd like to break it off with Lorna. I would, I will, if-if you just take me with you-anywhere."
"The stuff," he said. "We have to get the stuff and sell it, first. Money, Lei-a lot of bread-to buy the ranch and stock it and dig in up there in the mountains where nobody will ever bother us. Money-it takes money, and there's where it is-in the stuff, the heroin."
"Rush," she said, "Loma Allison-I think she has something to do with narcotics."
He didn't really hear her, or if he did, couldn't quite comprehend what she was trying to tell him.
Lei tried again, cutting into his description of the dream ranch, the place in the high hills that had comforted him during the long years in prison. She said, "Rush-Lorna knows people connnected with the dope traffic."
She didn't have time for any more, because the playroom filled up with people. Two guys came in at the French windows and blocked them. Two more fanned out from Lorna Allison as she led them into the room-tiny, golden Lorna, dressed demurely in a black slacks outfit. There was one more man with her, and Rush stared at the guy.
Geegee Fallo.
It couldn't be anyone else. Rush knew the ugly face too well, and knew the scars his fists had dug into it.
"Be sensible, Rush," Lorna said. "The girls told me where you stopped, and people are out there searching Wildcat Canyon right now. Sooner or later they'll find the right rock pile."
Rush watched Fallo, glanced to right and left at the man stationed by the windows. "So what do you want from me?"
Lorna smiled, a lovely woman, a determined woman. "Save us the trouble, Rush. There's a lot of money involved in the stuff you took from the Bianca. It took Geegee awhile to realize you must have it, but then, Geegee has never been really bright."
Fallo grunted something that Lorna ignored.
"A thousand dollars," Lorna said. "That's better than getting your head beaten in."
Rush spat at the bar. "Shit. You suckered me all the way, didn't you? You waited for me to come out of Soledad, set me up at the bar-even with Lei-"
"No," Lei said.
Rush moved quickly around behind the bar. Nobody else moved until Lei came around to join him. Lorna said, "That won't help you, dear. Three thousand, Rush-but that's the end of haggling. I have many expenses."
"There's something else you have," he said. "I've been back of this bar before, dear. You have a gun back here, and a phone."
"You're becoming tiresome," Lorna said.
He picked up the little belly gun, a shortnosed .32, and lifted it over the bar. "Lei-pick up the phone. Call the cops and tell them what's in Wildcat Canyon, what's under the bridge. Up on a girder, Lei-tucked high and dry where a steeplejack or a damned fool will have to climb for it."
"Geegee-" Lorna snapped.
Fallo turned and Rush shot him through the calf of his right leg. The whap! of the belly gun was startlingly loud in the room. Fallo fell over on the floor and grabbed his leg.
Rush moved the muzzle of the .32 back and forth. Nobody moved. Lei said things quickly into the phone, and asked the cops to switch her to the FBI.
"Rush," Lorna said. "Look-ten thousand, twenty-that's pure heroin-"
"You stopped haggling," he said. "You, by the window! I'll stick a bullet through your fat head if you move again. Lorna, there's nothing left now, not a damned thing. The cops will be out there in one hell of a hurry-state police, the FBI-"
Into the phone, Lei said loudly, "That's right-a fortune in narcotics, and hurry, please."
"You bitch," Lorna said. "You Chinese bitch."
"Damn, damn," Fallo said from the floor. "Do somethin', I'm gonna' bleed to death right here."
"I'll do something for you, Lorna," Rush said. "I'll let you turn around and go out the door. You ought to be able to get to San Francisco and a hotshot lawyer before the fuzz."
"I made a mistake," Lorna Allison said. "I thought you'd soften and give in easily, after awhile, with me, with the girls. But Lei had something to do with it, didn't she?"
"Everything to do with it," Rush said. "You'd better hurry, Lorna. You'll notice that Lei hasn't hung up, that's so the man could hold a trace on the phone, if he needs it."
Lorna shrugged and walked around Geegee Fallo. She didn't look back. The man at the right hand window ducked out of it, so did the one at the left window.
That left two guys and Fallo. The two men hesitated.
"Take the bastard with you," Rush said. "He's leaking all over the carpet."
They were gone, and his hand shook when he put down the little pistol. He took a deep, deep breath, and let it out noisily.
"Wow," Lei said.
"You know it," he said. "They spooked. They didn't expect a gun."
"A fortune in narcotics," Lei said. "I sounded like an old Charlie Chan movie."
"You're not sorry?"
She shook her head. "Bad joss, heroin, nothing good ever came of it, man. The money would have burned us somehow. And she wouldn't have given you any, really. Not all that much, anyhow. I'm glad you turned it in. I'm really glad, Rush."
He poured them both a drink, then he hung up the phone. He said, "But what now? What the hell now?"
"That place in the mountains," Lei answered. "I like that idea. Look, man-I saved my money. It's not a lot, not like two hundred big ones, but twenty ain't bad. Twenty thousand dollars to make a down, or whatever it is you do to buy a ranch."
Rush stared at her. "You-you'd do that for me?"
"For us, baby. How many more years can I bump and grind? And it won't be lonesome there, not with you."
It was enough. It was more than enough, if they took it easy and worked up from a small herd, got a couple of good bloodline horses and a few whiteface cows-
"Just like that," he said. "You offer me your life's savings, and are ready to kick all this-" he made a motion with his glass, "-this loot and swinging and such-"
"It's not like I was kicking it all" Lei said. "There'll be times to swing-even out in the boondocks. I mean, you and I understand about our sex drives, our needs. We'll work it out. And all this? I can always say how I was a big show business star, and gave it all up for you."
He grinned at her. "Get dressed. We'll get the hell out of here. Big star, hey? I liked the bit about the Charlie Chan movie better."
She winked at him from the doorway. "Sure-clever people, we Orientals."
She left to find her clothes, but she'd be back. Now he knew she'd always be back, and the thought was a good one.