Chapter 10
Packer was working around the front of The Plaza and Len was sprawled on the grass.
Len said, "I don't know whether to believe you or not."
Packer grinned. "That's up to you. If you don't want to believe me, you don't have to."
Len dug his fingertips into the lawn and felt the coolness of the dirt underneath. He'd come right out and asked Packer whether anything had happened between him and Doris. Packer insisted nothing had happened. Len wanted to believe him, but he wasn't sure. He figured he'd probably never find out the truth.
Packer had just finished washing his hands under the outside water tap. He walked over to Len, shaking his hands to dry them. Packer said, "That doesn't mean I didn't want to make it with your sister."
Len merely looked at him.
"In fact," Packer added, "I haven't had a piece for so long I'm getting a little edgy."
"When's the last time you had a piece?" Len scoffed.
"It's been a lot longer than you."
"I doubt that," Len said.
Packer turned his back so that Len couldn't see him grinning. Len's remark had made Packer happy. Packer was now positive that Len hadn't screwed June, the way he had reported in detail that day. Packer now felt a lot better. He was two up on Len. Dottie and June.
"Have you got any prospects?" Len was asking now.
"Sure," Packer said.
"Who?"
"I'm not going to tell you that. You won't get any names out of me. I don't kiss and tell."
"I think you're full of crap," Len said. "I' bet if you had a chance with a girl you'd run."
"Then what are you so worried about Doris for?" Packer asked.
"Because of my old man!" Len said. "If you did something to Doris and he found out about it, he'd kill me!"
"Just remind him that you saw him walking up the street with June," Packer said.
Len was thoughtful for a moment. "I wonder what happened. The old man's changed since that Sunday afternoon."
"For better, or for worse?"
Len shook his head. "He's awful quiet. He doesn't say much. He just sits and stares into space. And he never goes out anymore, except to go to work. I'd sure like to know what happened."
Packer grinned and tipped his head in the direction of the sidewalk. "Why don't you ask June? She'd probably tell you."
Len turned around, and both of them watched her as she came up the walk. As she neared she flashed a smile. "You look like a couple of studs out in the pasture."
"That's us-at least that's me," Packer answered quickly.
"Big deal." June's face was grim. "You sure fizzled out on your part of the bargain."
"Gee, June," Packer said, "Those things take time."
"Oh, shut up," June said. "I'm fed up with your excuses. And I don't need you or anyone else."
Packer said, "You must hit it off real good with the old man."
June became motionless and her eyes were hard. Then she suddenly relaxed and laughed softly. "You've got quite an imagination."
Len cleared his throat. "Doris said that...."
He was interrupted by the honking of a car that had pulled up at the curb. The three of them looked in that direction.
"That's Mrs. Block," Packer said.
"She probably came to fire you," Len said.
"Packer will you come here a minute, please?" Dottie called out.
Packer winked at June. "Remember what I told you? I guess it's the same thing all over again." He started to walk towards the car.
Len hadn't understood Packer's remark and he glanced questioningly at June. Her eyes were slitted and her mouth was tight as she watched the departing Packer.
June watched him talking briefly to Mrs. Block. He opened the car door and slid inside, and then the car pulled away.
June stared after them in disbelief. I thought Packer was kidding, she thought. When he told me that Mrs. Block had asked him to screw her, I thought Packer was bragging.
Then June was remembering the time she'd had Packer up in her apartment. She recalled that he'd been a rabbit and she couldn't understand a rich broad like Mrs. Block going for rabbits. June shook her head and went inside The Plaza. Nothing made sense any more.
Len remained stretched out on the grass. He would have given anything to know what Packer and Mrs. Block were talking about, and where they were going.
Packer was seated in the front seat, and turned slightly so that he could look at Dottie. "Where are we going? You said for a ride, but we must be going somewhere."
He noticed the light changing at the end of the block. Dottie kept speeding as though she hadn't even seen it. At the last minute she slammed on the brakes. Packer realized that she must have had a few drinks.
"You've been shooting your mouth off," she said.
"I have? About what?"
As the light changed and Dottie moved the car with the traffic she concentrated on her driving. Packer felt a wisp of fear in the pit of his stomach. If Dottie had had a drink or two she might be taking him to her husband.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I invite you down to the Doc's office for some high-class stuff, and you spread it around town ... as though I were a two-bit whore. That's pretty stupid. Shooting off your mouth can get lots of people into trouble."
"I didn't tell anybody, honest."
"You must have told Hack Bell."
"Hack Bell? I don't even tell him the time of the day!"
"Oh, hell! Don't act so damned stupid! He told me that you and I had a ball together. He called me up and told me that he knew what we did that day."
"I didn't tell him anything! Who are you going to believe, him or me?"
"Who told him then?" she asked, the irritation edging her voice.
"How should I know?"
Dottie continued to drive with the flow of traffic. Moments later she asked. "Then you must have told somebody else about us."
"I didn't."
There was silence in the car for almost a minute. Packer watched Dottie, wondering if he should jump out of the car when she slowed down for the next light. Suddenly he saw her smile, and he decided he'd ride with her a while longer.
"I had a good thing going," she said. "Lots of money, a plush apartment, and nothing to do. All my life I'd waited and hoped for that life. Just a kid in the chorus line that danced on one foot and then the other, and picked up a buck or two in between. Luther changed all that and I wanted to hang onto that good life. But I couldn't sit around the apartment all the time. I needed to get screwed regular. What the hell, I'd been screwing regular ever since I left home. One man isn't enough for me. One man never has been enough for me. So I had a nice little arrangement with the Doc. It was very discreet and hush hush. But you had to come along and ruin the whole set-up."
"I'm sorry," Packer said. "Maybe your husband won't find out about it."
"He already has," she said. "Now isn't that funny?"
"I don't know what to say," Packer offered.
"You don't have to say anything. You've got nothing to lose." She suddenly turned the wheel sharply.
Now she was idling the car into the entrance of a huge plush motel. As they headed towards the rear, Packer glanced over at her.
"What are we doing here?" he asked.
Dottie's voice was soft and warm. "I live here now."
"Why?"
"Because it's the end of my happily married life." She parked the car in a slot, and turned off the ignition key.
She opened the car door and began to slide out from under the wheel. "Come on in, Packer."
Packer stalled until she'd walked around the front of the car. Then he got out and slammed the door.
"I feel like having a party tonight," Dottie said. She dug the key out of her pocketbook, and she heard his footsteps behind her.
That morning, when Dottie had heard the sound of the buzzer, she recognized it as the signal from Olive Stone. Dottie had dressed quickly and hurried out of the back exit. She'd heard Hack Bell's footsteps pounding behind her but she hadn't looked back. The moment she'd gotten home she'd showered quickly. Then she'd received the phone call from Olive.
Olive reported that Luther had forced her to tell him about Dottie's arrangements at the doctor's office. As Dottie put down the phone she knew that it was now ah over with Luther. Quickly she'd dressed and packed a couple of bags. First she'd gone downtown and drawn out ah the money available to her. After that she'd rented the motel room. Over a few drinks she'd analyzed her situation.
Luther would divorce her, she was positive about that, and he'd leave her with nothing. At first that fact had saddened Dottie, but after the second drink she felt better. She had more money right now than she'd ever had at one time before she'd married Luther. Now that it was done and finished, she felt quite happy about it. As she'd thought about the events that had led up today's break, she found herself remembering Hack Bell, and then Packer, the one who had ruined everything.
As she thought about Hack Bell there was a quick resurgence of heat in her thighs; but it dissipated immediately. After their session he'd be worthless for a couple of days. Now Packer was something else again. He was young and strong and eager.
She was going to leave this town and move on; but before she did she wanted to confront Packer with the information she'd gotten from Hack Bell. It would be a ball torturing him. Not only that, it would be a ball, bringing him to her motel, lust for one night. For one night before she left town.
Because he'd blown the whole set-up he should be punished. More than that, he should be tortured. Dottie knew exactly the punishment that would fit the crime.
Now as he followed her into the motel, she closed the door and locked it. "Get yourself comfortable," she said.
"Sure." Packer glanced about. This was the nicest motel he'd ever seen. He was sure that it had cost Dottie a lot of money.
He watched her as she went over to the tray of liquor and ice. She asked, "Can I fix you a drink?"
"Do you have any beer?"
"Are you kidding? Nobody drinks beer at my party. I'll fix you a drink that will put hair on your chest."
"I've got hair on my chest," Packer said. "Didn't you notice?"
She poured herself a shot of bourbon and drank it. Then she laughed softly. "There's a lot of things about you I didn't notice."
She poured bourbon into two glasses, added ice and soda. "But that doesn't mean I won't have another chance."
Packer took the glass that she offered him and tried a sip. He noticed that Dottie had three good swallows before she set the glass down again.
Packer held the glass in his hand as he walked around the room and admired everything. He opened the door and saw the bath. The bathroom was even larger than he'd expected.
"Want to shower?" Dottie asked. "Go ahead."
He glanced at the big expanse of tile. "I did just get off work."
Dottie sat her glass down next to the sink. "Well, if you're going to shower you're next after me." Quickly she wriggled out of her dress and tossed it aside.
For a second she stood in front of the mirror, wearing bra, panties, garter belt, nylons, and high heels. Then she began to take off her remaining clothes.
Packer could only stand, rooted to the floor, and watch her. Driving in the car he'd thought that she was drunk but now he didn't think so. He could think of nothing but making it with her again.
Her golden body was a feast being prepared in front of him. As she leaned forward and shoved the panties down her thighs her golden breasts swayed slightly; golden fruit that teased and made his mouth water.
"There," she said, now completely nude. "Why don't you turn on the shower for me? I like it lukewarm."
As she came towards him his arms slid around her and he pulled her against him.
She reached down and grabbed his erection. "What's this-a roadblock?"
He nodded. "Exactly."
Her hand was squeezing and playing with him. He felt her fingers fumbling with his zipper and her touch sent fresh fires racing through his groin. As her hand slipped inside and grabbed him, he responded by grabbing her breasts.
Her voice was husky. "Does that mean I have to go around, under, or over the roadblock?"
He couldn't answer her. His mouth became dry as she pulled his stem out of his slacks. Her head tipped forward. She was peering down at his hardness as her hand squeezed it and shuttled back and forth.
"Damn you!" he said.
He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her against the wall. Her eyes were hooded as she held his glance. Her lips were puffed, and her grip was so powerful he felt pain in his erection.
"Don't you damn me," she teased. "Screw me."
He said, "You don't have to ask me twice." He bent his knees slightly as she came up on her toes, and already she'd fitted him inside of her. Powerfully he shot his pelvis forward. As he drove himself into her she moaned happily.
Her arms slipped around his neck. Her pelvis was a wild and lusty machine that churned and rotated around him. Savagely he slammed against her, probing deep and powerfully as she pumped in return. Her arms were tight around his neck, and her cushioned breasts massaged his chest. With his feet set apart he was able to thrust her so hard that her back pounded against the wall.
Quickly they hammered toward their climax. She gasped and groaned as he felt the initial throbbing of his orgasm. He powered against her and held himself there while they climaxed; and then there was the diminishing tingling of his ecstasy as the muscles of her sex decreased their spasms.
Dottie's glance was mocking as she stepped away from him. She looked down at him and laughed softly. He saw that the front of his slacks had been stained with wetness.
She turned on the shower, tested its temperature briefly, and then stepped inside. She closed the door behind her. Packer stripped of his clothes. Then he opened the door and stepped into the shower with her.
She asked, "I thought you were going to wait until I'd finished?"
"Forget it." He took the soap and washcloth from her hands.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to wash your back."
Her laugh was soft, and again it seemed as though shy were making fun of him. "Now that's real original." She turned her back to him.
She was standing directly under the spray. While Packer soaped up the cloth he studied the soft and flowing curves of her body and watched the rivulets of water coursing down her spine. Gently he began to scrub her shoulders.
"You know how long it's been since a man did that to me?" she asked.
"No."
"Since I've been married. I used to get my back scrubbed in the shower pretty regular before that. The same way I was getting my sex."
"So why did you get married?"
"Beats the hell out of me."
He heard her catch her breath as he began to scrub her buttocks. He shoved the cloth downward, and as it neared her thighs she moved her feet apart. Packer took the cloth away, then reached down there with his other hand and played with her softness for a couple of seconds. Slowly Dottie turned around. She stepped forward slightly and now the spray was hitting her shoulders. Water still ran down her nose and cheeks, and in the valley of her breasts. They were jutting and hard, the nipples taut. Tiny droplets of water clung to her golden skin.
Packer shoved the cloth and soap into the soap rack; and then he put his arms around her and drew her against him. Her hard breasts dug into his chest. Electric jolts roared down the front of him, and he was now harder than he'd been before.
Gently she swayed her body so that her stomach tickled the tip of his stem. A faint smile was on her mouth.
"Don't tell me you're coming back for more?" she taunted him.
As his hands moved up and down her slippery back he began to probe at her. "Come on," he said excitedly. "Let's do it again!"
She responded with a little bump. "All right, if you want to wear yourself out-standing up." Her hot fingers gripped him and guided him; and as she brought him to her, he thrust and impaled himself within her.
Compared to the temperature of the water she was seething. It felt as though he'd shoved himself into a bowl of thick, boiling syrup.
"You're real hot!" he panted
"Honey, I get hotter by the hour!"
Again her pelvis began to pound and rotate as though it were running our of control. His hands kept slipping off her as he tried to hold onto her so that he could match is thrusts with hers.
"You're getting better!" she said in a throaty voice.
"You'd better believe it!"
His entire body was not tingling and spasming with the ecstasy that ballooned inside of him. Faster and harder he slammed against her. He was gasping for breath and Dottie was groaning loudly. Suddenly they slammed together and as they surged and spasmed, her teeth brought beautiful pain as she bit him on the shoulder. When they finally parted Packer stepped away from her and leaned against the side of the shower stall, breathing open-mouthed to catch his breath.
Dottie's laugh was low and sultry. She picked up the cloth and soap from the rack. "Now, how about washing my front?" she asked.
"Sure." He took the cloth and soap from her hand.
Now that Packer was breathing normally again he had an opportunity to take a good and unhurried look at her. While she waited for him to wash her front she had her hands at the sides of her face, using her fingers to push the wet strands of hair away from her cheeks. The spray was beating against her shoulders.
As he stared at her golden breasts he marveled at their beauty and tautness. They seemed larger than they'd been when she's slipped out of her bra. His glance moved down the front of her, noting the tiny waist and the flatness of her stomach. He licked his lips as his glance lingered on the firm and golden thighs, and the matted pleasure visible between them.
Suddenly he asked, "Why did you come by The Plaza this afternoon?"
"Do you mean you haven't figured that out yet?"
Packer shook his head.
"In that case, It'll be a surprise." Her glance went to his hands that held the cloth and soap.
"Well, are you going to stand there all day and stare?"
"No." He stepped forward.
Gently he began to massage the tip of her right breast with his soapy hand. The hardness of her nipple tickled his palm, and immediately he felt a fresh stirring in his groin.
"And what a surprise it's going to be," Dottie said, with a secretive smile.
"I'll bet," he said.
Her hands were on her hips, and her feet were spread so that she could brace herself against his touch. He'd now finished soaping up both her breasts. Leisurely he began to use his hand to soap her stomach. As he neared the juncture of her thighs his heart began to beat rapidly again and his skin was cloaked with heat.
His hand had now reached its objective. He felt the tendrils matted with water, her heat and softness, and dampness; and he knew that if he continued a little longer he'd be hard and ready again.
Dottie had been standing quietly. Occasionally tiny ripples quivered through her stomach and thighs. It was beautiful, the way he made her feel, but she was tired of standing.
"I'm getting waterlogged." She grabbed the cloth and soap from him and turned her back on him. Quickly she scrubbed the front of her and then she handed him the cloth and soap again.
"A quick rinse and then I'll be finished." Her head was tipped back as she stepped under the spray and let it beat against the front of her.
Her hand shot out and turned the faucet. Packer jumped back as he felt the cold spray. Dottie laughed throatily.
"It's all yours." She opened the door, daintily stepped outside, and closed it behind her.