Chapter 2
Packer had finished with the watering quite some time ago. He'd put the hose away and then he'd stayed around The Plaza, reluctant to go home. Now he was happy that he'd remained there.
The woman coming up the walk was in her twenties. Her hair was long, black and straight. Her eyes were green and she had a full mouth; but it wasn't her face that held Packer's interest.
He watched the way she walked. With the pocketbook slung over her right shoulder she came up the sidewalk, striding arrogantly as her hips swayed provocatively from side to side. She was wearing a tight sweater and a skirt. Packer, in the past week, had casually asked Hack Bell about her. She lived on the third floor, the top floor of The Plaza.
"Her name's June," Hack had revealed. "She doesn't work at a job so she must be a prosty."
Packer grinned at June now as she neared. "Hi."
She pulled her head back and studied him through long dark lashes. "Hi, yourself. You're new around here, aren't you?"
"I've been here about a week."
She glanced at the foliage growing around the entrance. "You're finished for the day, is that it?"
"I'm all through."
"Maybe you'd like to help me." Her smile was tantalizing. "Okay."
Packer followed her upstairs. After she'd unlocked the door of her apartment and swung it open for him, he stepped inside. He closed the door quickly because he didn't want Hack Bell to find him here. Hack Bell had warned him about getting too friendly with the tenants because they might complain to the owners.
June turned on some lights and then tossed her pocketbook into her chair. She sank down in another one and kicked off her shoes. "Grab a chair and rest. What did you say your name was?"
"Packer." He sat down, facing her.
"Packer," she said thoughtfully. She reached under the hem of her skirt. After she'd unfastened the top of the nylon she shoved it down her slim legs. She tossed the rolled up nylon at Packer, and he caught it.
"Just a second," she said. "I'll give you the other one. Straighten them out and hang them up on the shower curtain, will you?"
Packer felt the heat that was still in the nylon, and he saw a lot of bare thighs as she slipped off the second stocking. He was almost able to see all the way up her leg, but not quite. Gently he pulled the nylon stocking by the toe until it was full length. Then she tossed him the second one. He caught it.
"I think you've got a thing for nylons." she said.
Again June laughed in her sexy way. "You're not alone, Packer. Men pay plenty to watch me take them off."
Packer took the nylons into the bathroom. It was very cluttered with jars and cans of makeup and lotions. He draped the nylons over the shower curtain rod and came back to June.
"Are you a stripper?" he asked.
"Honey, I'm everything. You name it and that's what I am."
"A prosty?"
Her eyes tightened and she stiffened. "Where did you get that impression?"
Packer grinned. "You said name it and...."
"Forget it," she said. "And don't even suggest it to anybody. I don't want the cops banging on my door." She turned in the chair and let her legs dangle over the arm. Packer could see the bottoms of her bare thighs under the hiked-up hem of her skirt.
He said, "I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do it because I don't want them to haul you away. I might want some of it some time."
She laughed. "You're just a kid. You don't have to buy it."
"I've never bought it."
"Yeah," she said, looking at him thoughtfully. "I'll bet you never have. Have you got a girl-one that puts out regular for you?"
Packer shook his head.
"That's what you need. You get yourself a young and tight little squirrel, and wear yourself out trying to keep her happy."
"I prefer older women," Packer said.
"Hey, you're really something!" She suddenly hopped out of her chair, went over and opened her pocketbook.
She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, but it slipped out of her fingers. She bent over to retrieve the pack. With her back turned to Packer the hem of her skirt was up very high. Packer again saw her bare thighs. He was almost positive June wasn't wearing panties.
She turned around and grinned, because she'd caught him peeking. "Did you like what you saw?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe you'd like to see more?"
"Would I! I'll bet you act real sexy without your clothes. I'll bet you really know how to do it."
She lit her cigarette and then stood in front of him as she smoked it. Her glance was thoughtful as she looked at him through the cloud of smoke.
Packer was certainly different than the types she always ended up with. June was now remembering the downtown hotel she'd gone to during the lunch hour. June's friend, April, had called and told June that she had two John's waiting. June arrived there first. She found them partially drunk, their faces revealing their lust and sweat.
"Say, you're all right," the older of the two men said. He was fat, with greasy hair and sagging jowls. The other one was thin and shrunken, with rodent eyes.
June tried not to show her distaste. "How about a drink for me while we're waiting for the other girl?" She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.
"That's a damned good idea." The heavy man went to the dresser and poured bourbon into a water tumbler. "We want you to get in the mood."
June tried to relax with her drink, hoping April would show up because she didn't want to take them both on. June smiled, sipped, and made small talk as they waited.
April finally arrived, walking proudly erect, as though she possessed the best body in the world. Her glance was electric as she smiled at June. June had expected to feel the same reaction as always, but today she felt nothing.
"Why don't we get at it, girls?" The heavy man was unbuttoning his shirt. "Visiting firemen are always in a rush."
"That's right." The other man swayed drunkenly as he leaned over and began to unlace his shoes.
"You take the couch," April told June. "I'm taking this one into the bedroom," April took the skinny man by the arm, led him into the other room, and closed the door.
June stood up and began to take off her clothes. Slowly, and with lewd and suggestive movements she began to remove her pieces of clothing. "Whenever you're ready, handsome."
"Wow!" The man continued to disrobe, but his eyes were glued on June who performed a slow strip for him.
They were finally undressed and they got onto the couch. For June it was the usual boring ordeal. He smelled of sweat and booze and he was sloppy. His bulk flattened her as his hands painfully mauled her breasts. June cried out as his fingernails dug into her tender skin, and he mistook it for passion. He increased his mauling.
Because he was drunk and old, it took him a long time. He pumped and gasped, and panted and sweated. June gasped and groaned, pretending ecstasy, and slammed herself against him and tried to hurry his climax. Finally he came, and then he rolled off her like a punctured balloon.
There was a satisfied smile on his face because she'd simulated joy, passion, and wantonness. Now she smiled at him. "You're quite a fireman, big Daddy!"
"You're damned right! I don't have to pay for it. I have to fight off the women. But I like to give you girls a break, and that's why I buy it once in a while."
"I should be paying you." June was putting her clothes on again. "If I didn't have so many expenses I wouldn't take a cent from you."
"That's mighty of you, but I can't let you do that. I can afford to pay, and I will." He dug into his pants pocket and handed her two twenties and a ten.
It was more than June had expected but she took it and shoved it into her bra. "You're a tiger, big Daddy."
At that moment April came out of the other room. She was fully dressed. "Lover passed out on me," she said. "Do you want to pay me for him?"
"Sure." He turned his back on them as he dug into his billfold.
June and April left the hotel. June didn't mention it but she was sure that April had been paid twice. April never spread her legs for anyone before she'd been paid in advance. As they walked up the street April's hand tenderly gripped June's elbow.
"Your place or mine?" April asked excitedly.
"I don't feel like it today," June said.
"Oh, come on," April said. "After those two jerks, I need some fun. You and me, June. I could have called any number of girls for this trick, but I called you because we always swing so well."
June shook her head. "I don't feel up to it today. Maybe some other time."
April's grip tightened on June's elbow, and her glance was cold. "If you've hooked up with some broad, I'll...."
"No, that's not it. Believe me!"
Now as June stood in front of Packer, recalling her conversation with April, she suddenly realized why she'd tired of April. It had to be because of that young girl living on the second floor of The Plaza What was her name? Doris. That was it. Doris Farmer. She had to be a virgin.
June slowly became aware of Packer repeating a question. "How come you don't say anything when I'm talking to you?"
June shook her head and smiled. "I'm sorry. I guess I was too busy thinking about something else."
"Maybe you were trying to imagine how I'd be, jolting inside of you," Packer said.
"Sure." June went over to the chair and sat down again as she drew on her cigarette. "You guessed it, exactly."
"Well, why don't we do it?"
June laughed. Then she said, "I don't think you have the time or the money."
"You expect me to pay for it? Now I know what you are."
"It was just a figure of speech," she said. "Can't you take a joke?"
Packer continued to look at her. He was big and hard and he was ready. He tried to imagine what she looked like naked. He got up and walked over to her. He leaned his legs against the arm of her easy chair and looked down at her. He noticed that she glanced at his fly. She couldn't miss the big bulge there.
"At least...." His voice was hoarse and he stopped to clear his throat. "At least you could let me see you undressed."
June butted out her cigarette. That was exactly the way she felt about Doris Farmer. June would give anything to see that girl undressed.
June slid out of her chair. As she stood up her hands went to the bottom of her sweater. "Seeing me undressed is no big deal. I was planning to take a shower and change anyway."
Packer licked his lips and watched her pull the sweater over her head. Her bare stomach was dark, much darker than the skin of any girl he'd ever seen. Her breasts were big and the shade of coffee. They were so heavy that her bra sagged slightly.
June tossed the sweater into the chair she'd just occupied. "That will be it for today. Do you understand?"
Packer nodded.
"As soon as I'm undressed you'll have to leave. You don't touch, you can only look. Is that understood?"
"Sure."
June's glance became sultry and there was an impish look on her face. Packer's look was intense. Slowly she unhooked her bra and let it fall from her fingers.
Packer was breathing fast, and his stiffness was so big that he was beginning to ache. Her breasts were even bigger than Dottie's. June's breasts were like dark round melons and the nipples were larger and almost black.
"You're beautiful," Packer said. He reached out to touch her breasts. June's hand knocked his arm aside.
"Dammit, I explained that you could look but not touch!"
"It's not easy-just to look."
"Well, you've got to." She opened the waistband of her skirt. "If you can't stand it, you'll have to go."
"No, I want to stay."
She slid the skirt down her thighs and then stepped out of it.
Packer's crotch was throbbing with heat. June's waist was tiny but her hips were flared and looked very comfortable. She was wearing black, sheer panties. They weren't the usual panties. June's were the type that left the part between her thighs exposed. Packer had seen those panty ads in some of the magazines. He breathed rapidly as he savored the sight of June. Her stomach wasn't quite as flat as Dottie's had been; but June's dark skin and the patch of black hair framing her pussy was much more exciting.
Slowly June hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties. She squirmed her buttocks and her big breasts swayed provocatively as she shoved the brief panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
She straightened up and looked at Packer. "Now you've seen everything. Get out!"
Packer moved a step closer to her. June punched him against the chest and shoved him backwards. "Get out, or I'll scream!"
"But this is torture!"
"That was the understanding. You wanted to see me naked." She walked around him and went to the door. Her hand was on the knob.
"Come on, Packer. It's time to leave."
Slowly Packer walked towards the door. "You don't know how I'm hurting, June."
"You'll hurt a lot worse if I shove a knee into your crotch."
"Just because I look young, you think I'm an amateur."
"That's part of it."
"I guess you don't know it, but I'm pretty choosy about my women."
"Sure you are."
Packer snapped his fingers. "I just don't want to make it with anyone that comes along." His hand tried to touch June's breast but she slapped it hard. "If you want a recommendation, why don't you ask Mrs. Block?"
"The rich bitch that owns this building?" June laughed derisively.
Packer grinned. He knew that she didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Sure. I call her Dottie. If I satisfy her, then I must be pretty good, don't you think?"
June stared at him. She had a feeling that he was telling the truth. As she looked at him she wondered whether he might have something that she hadn't discovered up to now. It made no difference to her. Men were all the same. Now if he were Doris Farmer-then it would be different.
She said, "I guess you get around."
Packer nodded. His glance travelled slowly over the curves of her lush body. Just by looking at her he could imagine how it would feel, making it with her. Having it deep inside of her she would probably suck at his goodness, like a pump, while he was stretched out on top, his bare skin pressed against hers.
"Come on, June. Let me do it to you."
"Out," June said. She swung the door open and stood behind it.
"Well, okay." Packer started to leave. "Maybe some other time." The moment he was through the doorway the door slammed shut behind him. He heard her putting the chain lock into place. Packer walked down the hallway, and then left the motel.
Hack Bell had the door of his apartment open and he saw Packer leave.
He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of beer. Hack was short and had a slight frame. He was in his fifties. As he poured the beer into a glass he remembered what he'd heard while eavesdropping at June's door.
Hack had immediately recognized Packer's voice and he had heard Packer bragging about making it with Dorothy Block.
Hack sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the wall. Damn her! Hack had been dreaming about her and wishing for her body ever since she and her husband had bought The Plaza. Hack could recall the one specific day when she and her husband had come to the motel. While he'd been talking to Mr. Block Hack thought she'd handed Packer something. It could have been a note. She must have invited the kid to hump her.
Maybe it would work out after all with Dorothy Block. Now that Hack knew something about her, maybe he could use it to good advantage.