Chapter 9
Luther Block had seen Dr. Olive Stone coming down the hallway, and he'd asked the question. Now he saw that she'd suddenly become motionless. Her eyes were wide and the color had drained from her face.
Luther repeated his question. "Where is my wife?"
"What ... what seems to be the trouble?" she finally stammered.
"I think I should ask you the same question," Luther said. "You act as though my arrival shocked the hell out of you."
"It's ... it's just that I didn't expect to see you, Mr. Block."
He walked up to her and gripped her white-coated arm. "Where's my wife?"
"I don't know," she answered.
His hand released her arm but he stood in front of her so that she couldn't pass him. "Dottie's not at home. I was just there. She comes to see you at least once a week. So if she's not at home, she must be here. Now, where is she?"
"She's not here. I don't know what you're talking about."
Luther's voice dropped a notch, and now it was low and threatening. "There's something funny going on. I'm sure Dottie's here at this moment and you're hiding her. Why? That's the big sixty-four thousand dollar question. And unless you tell me I'll see to it that your license is revoked. Now do you understand me, an d do we understand each to her?"
Olive Stone continued to stare at Luther. His eyes were hard and she knew that he'd meant every word he'd said. Because of him she'd been able to build up a good practice and at the same time he was rich and powerful enough to ruin her. There were a few things in her background that she wanted to forget. If Luther Block threw his weight around there would be an investigation. That could ruin her.
After a short silence Olive Stone said, "I've meant to talk to you about Dottie, Mr. Block."
"Oh really?"
When she nodded he asked, "It's a bit unusual for you to tell me at a time like this, isn't it? After all, you are a doctor, a professional. It would seem to me that you would be the one to take the initiative-perhaps call me and ask me down to your office for a meeting."
"Well," Olive Stone hedged, "it wasn't until today that I had enough facts and findings to make my report to you, Mr. Block."
"Call me Luther." His tone had softened.
"Yes, Luther." Olive felt a lot better. She felt that he believed her. If she could stall about Dottie, perhaps she could take Luther into her office and talk to him. Meanwhile Dottie and the man in the room with her could sneak out the back exit.
Olive asked, "Do you have a little time now-to talk in my office?"
"If it concerns Dottie," Luther said, "I've got all the time in the world."
"Then let's go to my office ... Luther."
In the privacy of her office, Olive Stone settled into the chair behind her desk. "Please sit down, Luther."
"Well, let's have it." He sat down and crossed his legs. As he looked across the desk and watched Olive Stone rearranging some of the medical folders on her desk, he noticed her cool efficiency.
Luther Block couldn't really explain why he'd decided to come down to the doctor's office today. For quite some time now he'd been concerned about his wife, Dottie. Through casual questioning he'd begun to realize that Dottie was making a lot of visits to Dr. Stone's office, and without her telling him what was wrong with her. The question had kept building in the back of Luther's mind.
Today he'd felt especially concerned about her, and he'd decided to call home. No one had answered the telephone. When he'd arrived at the apartment he'd discovered that Dottie was not there. On an impulse he'd driven down to the doctor's office. Olive Stone's reaction to his sudden appearance had confirmed his suspicions that all was not right with Dottie. He appreciated the fact that Olive had offered to take him into her confidence.
Olive Stone was aware that Luther was studying her carefully. Now that she'd lured him into her office on a pretext, she realized that she would have to give him a report on his wife that would justify the invitation. Again Olive became acutely aware of the power that Luther wielded. On the other hand, Dottie meant nothing to her. Olive decided to change flags.
"Is it that bad?" Luther was asking now.
"No, it's not really bad," Olive said. "It's just-it's rather delicate."
"Proceed," Luther said.
Olive's glance was direct and held Luther's. "Dottie ... as you know ... is quite a passionate and active woman."
Luther's eyes became slitted. "Do you mean she's oversexed?"
"Well," Olive paused to clear her throat, "let's say she has a strong sexual drive."
"Go on."
"Because of that she found it necessary to have extra-marital relations."
Luther's brows tightened. "How long has this been going on?"
"Quite some time."
"Oh, I get it," Luther said. "Whenever Dottie got hot pants she came here and you arranged it for her to ... to come here and get her satisfaction with another man. What was this ... a medical experiment?"
"Goodness, no," Olive said.
"But you arranged it!"
"No, I didn't!"
"But you condoned it!"
"I had no choice. I had no choice!" Luther uncrossed his legs and sat up straight. "What does she have on you, Olive?"
Olive turned her head and looked at the wall of her office. "I can't tell you that."
"Was Dottie here today?" Luther said. After a short pause Olive nodded. "Yes." She could reveal that now, because the moment she'd settled behind her desk she'd pushed the button twice that was concealed under the desk's edge. That had benn the pre-arranged signal for Dottie. Dottie had heard it and by now both she and the man with her would have scurried out of the back exit.
"With a man?" Luther asked. "Yes."
"Who was he? Do I know him?"
"I don't know," Olive answered.
"Do you know him?" There was anger in Luther's voice.
"No. I never saw him," Olive said.
Luther stood up. His face was hard and his mouth was firm. "So that's it. The two of you against me. I know how to handle my wife. That's personal, just between Dottie and me. And I know how to handle you."
"What are you going to do?"
"My wife is my personal matter."
"No," Olive, said, getting out of her chair. "What are you going to do about me?"
"You?" Luther's glance was cold. "I'm going to ruin you for life."
Olive now faced Luther. The desk was between them but as their glances met it seemed to draw them closer together.
Olive came around the side of the desk, her hands unbuttoning the front of her white jacket.
Luther had decided that he was going to turn and rush out of her office. Now he watched Olive Stone as she came towards him. It was actually the first time that he'd really taken a good, close look at her.
A number of times Luther had watched Dottie while she'd been brushing her hair and getting ready for bed. A number of times he'd regretted marrying her. At the time that he'd met her he'd assumed that she had slept with a lot of men. Luther had pushed that thought out of his mind. Dottie, the golden -haired dancer, seemed to be the one person who could make him happy. He hadn't cared about her past. He'd been completely infatuated with her sexy, golden body. And then after he'd gotten to know her and in the intimacy of their bedroom, he'd found her to be something other than he'd anticipated.
Dottie had turned out to be very sexy; but it had been the words and expressions she'd used, in the heat of passion, that had disgusted Luther. He realized that she was crude and uneducated. That realization alone had killed his ardor for her. Dottie had continued to hunger for sex. His sexual appetite for her hand suddenly diminished.
Luther's feet were planted on the lush carpet.
He watched as Olive's hands opened up the front of her jacket.
"I think I know what you've been going through," Olive said. "Perhaps you and I are one and the same."
Luther watched as she slipped the jacket off her shoulders. He found himself responding to the sight of her breasts snuggled in the sheer white bra. He found that he like the way she stood before him, erect, looking at him defiantly.
And suddenly Luther felt a strong attraction for Olive Stone. She was educated, she was a doctor, she was a professional. She was someone who could stand at his side at any time. And after they'd retired from the public view, she was someone who could go to bed with him and in the heat of an orgasm she could still be the wonderful and sophisticated woman that he could be proud of.
He watched her now as she unzipped her skirt, lowered it, and stepped out of it. Her legs were long and slim, beautiful. All she wore now was the bra and her skimpy panties.
"I think we are, Olive," he said. "I think you and I were made for each other."
"I think so, too," Olive said. She walked towards him, and as she slipped her arms around his neck, she wondered whether she could go through with it.
Men had disappointed her and disgusted her, as long as she could remember. They were always vulgar. They smelled of strong shaving lotion mixed with perspiration, and often they smelled of tobacco. Always when it came to making love they acted proud, almost arrogant, demanding everything and giving nothing in return.
Now as she felt his hands on her hips, the pit of her stomach tightened in a small knot and she wanted to move away from him.
"You're a very attractive woman," Luther said.
"How nice of you to say that."
He was looking down into her eyes. Gently he put his arms around her and pulled her towards him. He felt her resist initially; but then she seemed to melt and the next instant she willowed against him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her pelvis and stomach were tight against him.
His head came down and his mouth found hers. He found her lips cool and tight. Savagely he ground his mouth against her, probing with the tip of his tongue until her teeth admitted his tongue inside. As they swayed in their tight embrace he found her responding only slightly.
The second his tongue drilled into her mouth he shoved one hand under the elastic of her panties. He grabbed one of the firm buttocks and his fingers spasmed and worked at the heated mound.
The air gushed out of Olive and she felt the ripples of passion in her spine and thighs. How quickly he'd found her most erotic spot! Without conscious effort she was now swirling her hot tongue in his mouth as she rotated her pelvis against his hardness.
They were both breathing rapidly as they finished their kiss. Their faces were only inches apart as they looked at each other. She clung tightly to him. Both of his hands were now in the back of her panties, gently massaging her sensitive mounds.
He said, "I hope your office door is locked."
"Yes. No one can get in."
She was both amazed and delighted at the waves of wanting that surged within her. As she continued to press herself against him her breasts became taut and heated and there was moisture between her thighs.
"I want you, Olive," he said huskily.
"I want you too, Luther." She's answered quickly and without thought. Now that it had been said it surprised her a little; but that surprise could not compare with the hunger she felt for him.
"Let me help you get undressed," she said breathlessly. She stepped away from him and he released her. She began to undress him and he helped, and within a few moments he was standing in front of her in his shorts.
"Now you're overdressed," he said.
"That's true."
She didn't move as he stepped up to her, unhooked her bra and slipped it down her arms. She sighed luxuriously as his hands gripped her breasts and fondled them.
He felt them becoming larger under his touch, and the nipples felt like pencil erasers under his thumbs. He bent forward and kissed each one in turn, without haste. Olive's head was tipped back and she moaned audibly.
Her hands groped for him; and her fingers found the waistband of his shorts. She tugged and struggled with them and shoved them below his hips.
"Take them off," she whispered urgently.
As he bent forward and shoved them down his legs she slipped out of her panties. Now that she saw him for the first time completely undressed, the hunger flared within her and her legs became weak.
"You're not just attractive," he said in a low hoarse voice, "you're beautiful."
Her throat felt tight and she could only half-nod in acknowledgment. His arms slid around her and gripped her bare buttocks. Savagely he pulled her against him. His heated shaft was pressed against her stomach. Its touch and the spasms of his fingers sent fiery jolts of passion coursing through her body.
"Luther...," she gasped. Her legs were like jelly, no longer able to support her.
He felt her becoming limp. As he released her she crumpled to the lush carpet. Her shoulders tipped backwards; and the moment she'd settled down full length he was stretched out on top of her.
He saw that her eyes were wide open for a second; and he thought he detected a quick look of panic. His mouth fastened on hers. She closed her eyes and her hot breath fanned his cheek. For several seconds they kissed open-mouthed and passionately; and then he felt her begin to shift and squirm beneath him.
He moved his mouth to her breasts. As he sucked and nibbled at her nipples, the movements of her tortured body became more pronounced.
"Oh, Luther," she said, "you make me so passionate."
"I'm on fire, Olive. I've got to possess you completely."
"Yes, yes! Possess me completely! I want that."
Now they moved and shifted their bodies in unison, cooperating and helping each other. He felt the heat and dampness of her softness. Gently they surged and came together. Their joining had been consummated, completely and totally.
I can't believe it, Olive thought. Up to this moment I thought I was merely pretending that I wanted to have intercourse with him. Suddenly it has happened and it's the most beautiful sensation I've ever had. And even that's not enough. I want more. There has to be more.
Quickly her spasms of passion became more intense and she rotated her hips and shoved her pelvis even tighter against him. Her breath was coming fast and her throat hurt.
"Luther, Luther," she panted. "I'm on the verge of delirium."
"You're fantastic," he said in a choked voice.
"Inside and outside." He began to move up and down, timing his thrusts to coincide with hers.
Olive could no longer think clearly nor concentrate on what they were saying. Every nerve and fiber in her body had suddenly become very taut and sensitive. She was tingling from head to toe and her body screamed for fulfillment.
She was driven in a wild and savage fury. Again and again she threw herself at him, striving for his deepest probes. Quickly she ascended from one climactic stage to the next one. As she hurtled towards the peak, the sensation of her passion was exquisite torture. She was caught in the grip of its final and powerful spasm.
Like a taut bow she held herself in a violent arc. Then she felt his hands gripping and mauling her buttocks. She stifled a lusty scream in her throat as her heat and juices mixed with his and brought her supreme ecstasy.