Chapter 7
Kemp strode across the kitchen and poured himself a big belt of scotch from a reserve bar tucked against the wall, under the buzzer board. Rush watched him toss down the drink, watched him over Jan's shoulder as the girl snuggled to him.
"What do you know?" Kemp said, mostly to Lorna, who stood watching him also. "The character has the kid locked up, too. He has gotten into all of you, hasn't he, Lorna? Well, hell-he's only one up on me, at that."
Lorna said, "You're drunk, Kemp-and uninvited."
"I don't have to be invited. I'm one of the family, remember? That's my wife there, showing her ass to the character." Kemp walked back to the table, but it wasn't Cleo he touched. It was Jan.
He reached down and put a hand on her butt. "I'll get a little of that."
Jan flared at him: "The hell you will!"
The fag said, "Oh come on, Kemp; you know I'm not the jealous type."
Kemp got a good grip on Jan's cheek, the cheek of her ass shown so well by her jeans. He shut down on it and lifted her off Rush's lap; she let out a small scream, then bit down on it, trying furiously to pull away from him.
Rush stood up and glanced at Lorna. "Enough?"
"Damned right!" she said. "More than enough."
Smirking, Kemp shoved Jan away and started a clumsy, big fist at Rush, a high, overhand right. Rush slid under it and hooked a winging left into the big man's belly. Then he pivoted his feet and brought up a tight right chop that caught Kemp under the chin.
The fag screamed. Kemp let out a whoosh! of air and tried to wrap his flailing arms around Rush. Rush stepped out and struck the big bastard twice in the right eyes, and the second stiff jab brought blood.
Kemp staggered back, grunting and still trying to suck for air. Rush moved left and hooked him hard alongside the head, then fired the right as the big man stood hurt and stiff. The right caught him good, just below the mouth and slightly left of it. Kemp fell like a redwood tree suddenly sawed off at the stump.
The fag hit Rush on the head with something-a coffee cup, or a plate. Rush spun and dug both hands to the slender belly, whipping the punches in with his weight behind them. He didn't have to hit Giles Griffith again; the fairy fell over the body shots and lay shuddering on the floor.
It was quiet until Cleo Allison said, "No use starting the count; neither one of them will make it."
Lorna put a hand on Rush's arm. "I-thank you, Rush. Kemp can be nasty. Nobody has been able to handle him before now."
Jan grinned down at the men on the carpet, then up at Rush. "He never met Rush before. Oh, beautiful, beautiful!"
"My pleasure," Rush said, and wiggled the fingers of both hands, spread them and made fists again. The hands were still good, solid, not at all brittle. His hands were in great shape, now that it was too damned late to do anything with them, except maybe rap big, clumsy slobs and slender queers.
In a moment or two, Kemp sat up, shaking his head and patting ineffectually at the thin ribbon of blood from his slashed eyebrow. Giles sat up, too, and began to cry.
"Oh hell," Lorna said, and took Rush's elbow. "Come on; the girls can handle them now, get them out of here. Kemp won't be any more trouble. I'll buy you a drink in the playroom."
She'd just tilted a bottle of bourbon over a glass when the phone rang, and she picked up an extension from the bar top. "Yes. Oh yes, dear. Just a moment." She handed the phone to Rush. "It's for you."
He took it. "Hello? Lei? Sure, sure-"
Her voice sounded small, contrite, but the throatiness was in it, the good level tone that was something special. She told him she'd left the party with a guy, and he said he knew. Lei hesitated, then went on to say it was something she almost had to do, and she hoped he'd understand.
"I'll be back at work tonight," she said. "Will I see you there? I mean, if you aren't committed to something for Lorna Allison."
He looked at Lorna and she handed him his highball, smiling. "It'll be late," he said into the phone.
"Okay," Lei answered. "See you, Rush."
"See you," he agreed, and replaced the phone. Loma said, "She's a sweet girl."
"You don't care?"
"Of course not. Everyone's life is his own-mine, yours, the girls, Lei-everyone. Kemp Ramsey can't understand that; he wants to lay anybody he gets a yen for, but he doesn't want to grant that same privilege to Cleo. I think I'll have to do something about Kemp."
Rush eyed her over the rim of his glass. Small, golden woman, but with steel in her, and a power born of money, a lot of money.
"I'll have to go out," Lorna said. "I'll clean up and see to some things, business. I'd appreciate it if you'd stay with the girl until Kemp is gone."
"Sure," Rush said.
She kissed him tenderly on the mouth, and hurried out of the playroom. Rush thought she'd have things to say to people, things to arrange, and he understood a little bit of Lei's awe of Lorna Allison. Kemp may have had it, and it couldn't happen to a better slob.
"Fun time, fun time!" It was Jan, skipping into the room like a schoolgirl, holding a more reluctant Cleo by the hand. "Mom off to see the wizards?"
"Something like that," Rush said. "How about the fighters?"
Jan giggled. "Oh, they helped each other a bit. Kemp swore at us-me especially-and threatened to get even with you. He said we set him up for the beating, that you must have used a blackjack-oh, he was funny."
"Not that funny," Cleo said. "Kemp is vicious; he'll try to get even. Lorna may not be able to stop that."
Rush shrugged. "I'm a big boy now. Anybody else for a drink?"
"I'll mix," Cleo said. "I need something."
"Me, too," Jan said, "but I swing on something else. Like Rush here. Of course, I'll have a little blast of gin to help things along."
She meant it. Rush saw the excitement in Jan's eyes, the eagerness that some women get from seeing violence. The short brawl she'd witnessed had given an added fillip to her already sensuous personality, and now she was ready to make love They all had a drink, and another one, and Jan pushed a switch that activated a hidden hi fi; the music was primitive, a drumbeat rhythm, a cymbal and flutes background that was voluptuous, insistent.
Jan peeled out of her jeans and sweatshirt, and once more Rush was immediately drawn to the bronzed perfection of her, the little girl look that was at once all female, too. Her breasts stood high and proud, the little nipples stiff.
"You've grown up," Cleo said from behind the bar.
"Just enough," Jan said, and began to swing her sleek hips from side to side in time with the throbbing music; light gleamed from her smooth belly, from her thighs, and from the bronzed curls of the pubic hair clustered over her mound.
"Hey, Rush-you dig this music?"
He smiled at her, and felt the rising of his staff beneath the terrycloth robe. "I dig you, Jan."
"Show me, man. Cleo won't mind waiting."
Rush drained his glass and stood up, dropping the robe off his shoulders and letting it drape over the bar stool. It was a natural thing for him now, an easy approach, and not only didn't he care that the girl's sister was watching them, but he welcomed the on-looking.
Jan moved sinuously to him, her small body rhythmic and graceful, her mouth opened redly for him and her arms reaching to him. She came against him softly, warmly, and the feel of her was again new, a tiny flaming, a sweet eagerness; her nipples bored low into his chest, and her pubic hair caressed his thigh.
"Pick me up," she suggested, and he did just that, lifting her by the tiny waist, off the carpet and tightly to him so that he could kiss her.
Jan put her legs around his hips and clung to him that way, her mouth hotly demanding, her tongue slipping in and out of his lips with a tremulous searching. Her nipples were now crushed into his chest, and her mound rubbed his belly, wetly appealing.
Locked to his mouth, Jan reached one arm down and around, and took hold of his stiff rod. Holding to his neck with the other hand to support her weight better, she maneuvered her trim ass until she managed to get the head of his staff inserted into her slot. Sighing then, she slid down upon it until it was stuck full length into her tight, narrow vagina.
It was a wild way to screw, Rush thought, and carried the girl the few steps to a wall. He pushed her shoulders against it as a brace, and began to stroke into her while Jan wiggled and turned on his rod.
No matter how often he laid her, it was always like a first time, always like getting into a cherry, but not quite. There was no real struggle, nothing to distract from the joy of screwing her, no membrane to battle through. But the tightness was there, the squeeze upon his swollen prick, the clenching of her vaginal walls upon it.
He pumped it slowly to her, and she writhed on the long thrusts, with her legs locked around his waist, with both hands clinging now to his shoulders. Up and down, she rode him, and made the little, swinging side motions that gave him such kicks. Her tits raked softly back and forth across his chest, and Jan sought his mouth, to dart her tongue into it, in imitation and timing of the moves his rod was making inside her pussy.
Suddenly, Cleo was there with them, her hazel eyes gleaming, that wet, avid look on her mouth. She had stripped, and her sweetly slender body pressed lightly to both of theirs from the side. Her hands went below their joining, and found his scrotum, the root of him, holding there while Jan slid up and down on the length of it.
It was wild and crazy and good. Rush turned his head and Cleo fastened her mouth to his, while he pumped it faster into the younger sister, while the wild, crazy feelings shot up his legs to his belly and came tearing out through the head of his rod.
Jan came a heartbeat behind him, shutting down hard on his tool as she turned hotter and slicker inside, and the silken undersides of her thighs quivered around his waist.
"Ahhh," Cleo said into his teeth, as if she had also felt the orgasm of them both, and her hands continued to gently fondle him and the girl.
He backed her away from the wall, stepped carefully with her to one of the big couches that were spotted about the play room, and by bending his knees, lowered her and himself to it.
Jan tried to hold to him, to make him stay within her tight box, but he needed a break, and besides, there was Cleo waiting. He pulled out of her and she sighed, then brought her thighs together as if to assauge a loneliness now inside her, where his cock had been.
He lay back on the couch and Cleo brought him a drink. He drained it gratefully and accepted a cigarette she held ready for him. Relaxing, he watched the smoke drift, blue above him, and listened to the girls talk.
"Yes, you've really grown up," Cleo was saying. "When did you start, dear? Not before I was married?"
"No," Jan said. "Just after. There were these two boys at school-"
"Two boys?" Cleo laughed. "You were always a little greedy."
"I had to practically force them into it, as it was. All the tumblings and clumsiness; they'd have never done it one at a time; I mean, boys are always brave when there's another boy to be brave in front of."
Rush nodded to himself, and Cleo said something about being careful, and Jan came back with the pill and seeing that her lovers were clean, and all that. Rush closed his eyes for a minute, not hearing the words any more, only the rising and falling tidal waves of the sounds, the light girlish voice of Jan, the older, throatier voice of her sister.
Not a single con in the joint would believe this; it was in line with the lonesome, erotic dreams they all had, but they wouldn't believe it had all come true for Rush Scanlon. He'd made the fantasies turn real, and known the sharp pleasure of them, the matchless intimacy of carnal love, all of it made double by doubling upon itself.
First with Lorna and Jan; now with Jan and Cleo. Or soon there would be Cleo. She was touching him lightly upon the belly, drawing her fingernails teasingly across his skin and down into his pubic hair, stimulating him, slowly reawakening his sex drive.
This time, Jan brought him a highball, and he drank it slower than his first one, savoring the flavor as well as its effect, his body warm and good. Cleo kissed his throat as he sipped, and licked tantalizingly down his chest, moving from nipple to nipple to feed on each for awhile. Rush finished his drink and put down the glass just as Jan crawled down beside him.
She helped Cleo work on him, kissed him and nipped him, used her small, knowing hands to fondle him and tease him.
Man! It was like being caught in a small whirlwind, like being caught between two delicious traps he couldn't break away from, even if he'd wanted to. And Rush sure as hell didn't want to. He lay back and enjoyed.
Cleo got her mouth on it then, and worked it tenderly, rolling the softness of it around between her teeth, curling her tongue over and around its head, making it glow, bringing it ever more erect, ever more ready.
Her long brown hair fell over his thighs as her head worked up and down, and the wondrous suction built upon him. His cock stiffened, swelled, turned hard once more, and he was ready for action again. But not her kind of beginning action, not another complete blow job that would drain him of energy and leave him too flat to do anything but sleep it off.
He forced her head away with his hands and knew with a quick lift of raw desire, what he wanted to do to them, to both of them.
"Roll over," he said to Jan, who still lay squirming beside him. "On your knees, baby-that's right; yeah-that's right."
"Hey," she said over her shoulder as she posed there, "like bow-wow?"
"You, too," he told Cleo, and she moved eagerly, obediently, to take her position beside Jan.
They looked great together; they looked nothing short of wonderful, and a thrill shot through him as he stared at their shapely rears, one bronze and one with the tufted brown hair.
He crawled up onto the wide couch behind them, and stroked their buttocks, feeling the texture of their skin and the warmth of their flesh, feeling the delicate insides of their thighs and the humid hair of their mounds.
Cleo moaned and swung her tail in slow, hungry arcs; Jan swayed there on hands and knees, little ripples of desire running over her flesh. They were ready, and so was he. Rush moved forward to Cleo, and mounted her from the back, his rod slipping easily into her cunt, sliding nicely into her body as she gasped and wriggled on its length.
Holding to her haunches, he hunched slowly to her, reveling in the caress of her cheeks, the swing of his scrotum against her. Cleo backed to him, primitive and animal, and he pumped it to her firmly, solidly, with long, impaling strokes.
She'd been heated for a long time, stirred by the action between him and Jan, and she came quickly, cresting with a little shiver of passionate pleasure and a clenching of her haunches. Rush pulled out of her and moved quickly to Jan.
He set it against her, guided it by hand up between her sleek thighs from behind, and found the hotly damp lips. Jan hunched violently back to him then, and drove his cock up into her pussy with one wild movement, packing it tightly inside her sheath and clenching him there. Tight; she was always so tight and hot.
He worked it in and out of her, withdrawing to the head, only to pause there and drive it back inside, as she met him with a backward, desperate lunge.
Rush pounded her then, rammed her good, hammered at her vagina until he felt the flutter inside, the involuntary clamping down of her sphincter muscle as she came.
"Ooh!" she moaned. "Oh, you beautiful bastard! Oh, you lovely stud."
Rush backed out of her and climbed back on Cleo, finding that damp slot swiftly, burying his meat into her and fondling her slim buttocks, then bending over her arched body as he sank it home, so he could reach both hands around and play gently with her dangling tits.
Then he found himself using her pendulum breasts for handholds, for grips as he stroked her faster and faster, rising feverishly toward his own climax, toward the delayed orgasm he had held back so he could let it go inside Cleo.
He came, grunting and heaving, and Cleo cried out a second later, shuddering and bucking beneath him, as if he had touched a magic button buried in her womb. She flooded him with a honeyed hotness, with a bubbling goodness that glued him to her, inside her, and he shook with the fierceness of his release.
They panted together, and Jan ran her little hands over them both, rose to her knees to kiss Rush's cheek and Cleo's back. When he backed lingeringly out of Cleo, Jan took him by the staff and held him tenderly for awhile, then allowed him to sit back and stretch his legs.
They separated for showers by the pool, and Jan turned on the underwater lights so they could see each others' bodies as they swam awhile. It was beautiful Rush thought, gliding through the cool, sparkling waters, this end of the pool pink, that end yellow, their bodies beautiful in the symmetry of motion, floating without effort in the changing colors that changed them.
And in time, he climbed from the pale ruby waters, from the golden diamond waters, to dry himself with a deep-fluff towel and wrap his pampered body into a clean terrycloth robe. He thought that a robe would be about all the clothing he'd ever need around this house, just a temporary cover that he could shed quickly when the need arose. And the need arose pretty damned often.
He watched the girls climb lovely from the pool, dripping from the adoring water, and stretched himself like a big, contented cat; he'd purr if he knew how, but since he didn't, Rush made a relaxed yawn do.
They snacked in the kitchen. Cleo made sandwiches while Jan brewed coffee and put together chocolate milk for herself. The steak sandwiches were great, and he said so to Cleo between bites. He drank half a pot of coffee and shared a slab of cake with Jan.
It was amazing how young and sweet they both looked, their skins clear and their eyes bright, fresh from the pool and tucked adorably into snug swim robes, their bare feet peeping.
But what the hell; because they both enjoyed a good lay, a good blow, did that mean they were supposed to turn into hags? Not this pair, and look at their mother: Lorna was almost as youthful appearing as either of her girls. Correction, Rush thought: one girl and one married woman.
No doubt Cleo was soon to be unmarried, though. Then her big mistake could go on playing around with his queen. Rush shook his head over his final cup of coffee, his last crumb of angel food cake; far out sex was okay, but he couldn't see Kemp putting down a piece like Cleo and a connection with Lorna, for some hang up with the swish.
"Penny," Jan said.
He blinked at her. "I'm thinking how full I am, and how great you girls are. The guys wouldn't believe it if-"
He stopped, but Cleo said, "The guys? The guys where?"
Rush found a cigarette and Jan held a tiny lighter to it. He pulled in smoke and blew it out again. "In Soledad prison, Cleo. You were talking earlier about the judge socking it to me, and I told you how long. Jan might as well know, too. I did that time alone and lonely, for beating hell out of three guys. Only the jury didn't believe there were three; they thought there was only one, and because I was a professional fighter, they burned me good.
"I was lonely in the joint-in jail-because I couldn't play games with the queens there, the fags like your husband's friend. I waited and suffered, and damned if it wasn't all worth it, because here you two are, and the cons wouldn't believe you even if they saw you. You're that wonderful."
Cleo said, "That's nice, Rush."
Jan said, "It sure is. I feel like somebody special."
"You are," Rush said. "Both of you are special somebodies, and I'm grateful for you."
He stood up and stretched again, feeling just a shade logey from the food, an edge tired from all the action with the girls.
"Beddy-bye?" grinned Jan.
"Nope; have to go into town again. I may not be back until late. Okay if I use the MG again?"
Cleo eyed him. "The man has a date. Would you dig that? A date, after the workout we've given him. Sure, take the MG; just make sure you can drive it all the way back home, after your date. You're an amazing man, Rush Scanlon."
He smiled. "I had a few years to make up. I'd better get dressed; the fuzz might frown on bathrobes in town."
His one sport jacket was tight across the shoulders, but it didn't matter, since he didn't button it anywhere, even though the peninsula nights were chilled by wind off the Bay. Rush wondered what it would be like to just sail out across all that dark water, just keep going until he landed in Hawaii, or Japan, or maybe even Korea.
A guy would need money for that, a lot of bread. There was a lot of it waiting in the Shipwreck Club for him, but the stuff secreted in that old mast had to be turned, first. That might take connections, but there were a couple of cons in the joint who'd furnish those for him.
He drove the purring little car across the peninsula, aimed it loosely for the wharf area, for the city parking lot there, and watched the light traffic as he thought about that angle. It was easy to get a message inside the joint, and just as easy for one to kite out. But once that started, he'd have to go through with the deal in a hurry, protecting the stuff and himself, because there were people in that business who'd burn him in a second over so much stuff.
No gun; he wouldn't have a gun on him. That wasn't his bag and one might get him hurt. He'd have to play it by ear, figure the angles as they came up. Once he had the cash, he'd flee this town and head north where the winds were clean and the mountains high.
Parking the red MG in the lot, he climbed out, locked it, and walked along the seawall for the second time that day. Lei would be at the club this time, and it was funny how that thought gave him a lift. With so many plush, ripe chicks handy for him, why should one sexy stripper turn him on so much?
Rush didn't know the answer to that. He walked on to the club and found a seat at the far end of the bar, blinking at the smoke and noise. The barkeep was a different man, and brought Rush's beer quickly. He sipped it and looked around the crowded club; Lorna wasn't there, although he'd thought she just might be. He didn't see any familiar faces.
It looked as good as Lei did, when the emcee called her name.