Chapter 9

IN, OUT, UP, DOWN....

"Wake up, Nickie-poo! Wake up, you old sexy thing you!"

Nickie stirred. "Lemme alone," he murmured. He was way off somewhere, and he didn't care if he never came back.

"Nickie! You wake right now, Nickie-poo! I'm hungry!"

Nickie frowned. Who on earth had the right to talk to him like that? Nickie-poo indeed! The affront to his dignity reached at last into his somnolent brain and roused him to action.

He opened his eyes.

"Nickie-poo! You're awake," cooed the proprietor of Mt. Rainer and the Grand Canyon.

She was lying beside him in a big double bed. The covers were pulled just to the swell of her bosom, which was partially covered by a revealing white nightgown. In the cleavage between the breasts nestled a catalya orchid pinned to the gown.

"Nickie-poo," she said, snuggling against him. "Old darling Nickie." There was an expression on her face Nickie did not quite like. She looked extremely self-satisfied. Was it because she had dealt him a soul-rending ecstasy he did not remember?

He looked around and realized that they were no longer in her room in the Tropic Sands Hotel. Sunlight streamed through white jalousied shutters. There was no air conditioning and the breeze was warm. Soft and warm. It was a bungalow, it seemed.

Outside Nickie saw a banyan tree and beyond was pink sand and unbelievably blue water.

"Where are we?" he demanded. "We're not even in Miami!"

"Certainly not," she said in a hurt tone. "Don't you remember? This is Freeport on the Grand Bahama. We're on our honeymoon."

Honeymoon!

Nickie was aghast. He stared at her open mouthed while she plumped up her bosom and continued. "You were so sweet, Nickie-poo-You insisted on hiring a private cruiser to sail us over here. Oh, it was so romantic last night, Nickie! I do wish you remembered! It's terrible for you not to! Look. Here's the license."

And she hopped out of bed to show it to him. "But-" said Nickie, "I don't even know your name."

"Lila," she said. "That's a nice name, don't you think?"

"But how could you marry me? You don't even know me! You don't know anything about me!"

"I know all about you," she said coyly.

"All!" he blanced. Had he told her he was a Russian spy?

"I mean, you're rich," she said.

Ah! Nickie relaxed. So he had been married for his money! He felt better. He studied her bosom beneath the filmy gown. Desire stirred as he thought of the winking breasts. His stomach growled as he remembered the taste of her marshmallow tummy. A thought occurred to him.

"Tell me, Lila," he said, 'thas this marriage been consummated?"

She giggled. "No, not actually. Of course, there was that before the wedding."

His hand twitched uncontrollably. As if possessed, it yearned to dive into her bodice. What a woman! She was just too much! He lunged for her, banging pelvis to pelvis as he flattened her against the mattress.

Both of his hands tore into her gown, lifting the globes and squeezing them, while his lips rapped out a fury of hot kisses on the nipples and her stqmach. He jerked up her gown, uncovering the brown curls which shimmered with gold in the sunlight.

She was struggling. "Oh stop!" she whined. "Please, please stop!"

"Stop? Why?" Nickie gasped out, moving his lips down to caress the golden curls.

She writhed up against his mouth and jolts of electricity raced along Nickie's spine as he felt her sweetness against him.

He noticed something. When he had pulled up her gown, the skirt had covered up one of the quivering breasts. The overwrought bridegroom could not bear the thought of losing sight of it, even for an instant. He yanked the gown back down.

"Oh," she moaned in disappointment as her throbbing thighs were once more covered. Nickie moaned too. He did not want the thighs covered up. Certainly not. He pulled it up again. Once more it fell over the tips of her colossal alpine breasts.

Nickie could not stand it.

With an outraged cry, he ripped it off over her head, nearly jerking her arms out of their sockets as he did so. Lila shrieked with surprise and pain.

"Stop!" she said again and this time she brought her knee up hard into his solar plexus. Nickie had the wind knocked out of him, but not the desire. As she jumped out of bed, he seized her calf and brought her crashing to the mat-covered floor.

Promptly Lila rolled herself up in the mat and sat up, looking at him reproachfully.

"What on earth's the matter?" Nickie said. This morning-no it must have been yesterday morning-you were all hot for it! You could hardly wait-and now-"

"Yesterday morning I wasn't a bride," she said, casting her eyes down into the mat for a look at her breasts. "You have to be very careful with a bride. Very gentle. Don't you know you might scare me?"

Scare her? How ridiculous!

Who could scare an erotic volcano like Lila? If anybody was going to be scared it'd be the male partner in any love bout with this fantastically proportioned woman.

But Nickie needed her. His whole being was inflamed with passion for her. There was nothing to do but play her little game. He sat down beside her and hefted the greatness of his anatomy.

"Lila, darling," he murmured. "This is-this is-well, you know what it is."

She shook her head. She cast down her eyes, demurely it seemed, but Nickie suspected she was admiring the overpowering voluptuousness of her beautiful sexy body.

Nickie fumed. "Well, it's what you do with it," he explained.

"Oh," she said in a small voice. "It's so big!"

Nickie felt pleased. Things were going better now. Yesterday she hadn't had anything to say a-bout his manhood except that it was nice. Just nice!

"Do what?" she was saying. 'What do you do with it?"

Nickie was exasperated. He yanked open the mat and grabbed her by a thigh. "You have a go," he told her. "And that's just what I'm going to do right now and no more of this fooling around."

"Oh!" she fluttered. "You can't do that! You'll split me in two! You'll simply ruin me!"

But Nickie was not fooled. Underneath the brown curls her red womanhood issued an urgent invitation. Invitation? No, it was a command.

Lila crossed her legs and ran her hand down over the triangle, trying to smooth the curls over her tell-tale passion. There was no doubt about it. She was getting a kick from the game she was playing. Pretending that it was all brand new and that she didn't know what thrills were in store for her was arousing her greatly.

Gently but firmly, he uncrossed her legs. He laid her unresisting body flat on the open mat and sat back to admire his handiwork. She looked extremely promising.

Her breasts were firm and the erect nipples blushed to their full potential of crimson. Her stomach was quivering and there were little lines of goose pimples like thunder squalls across it. Her thighs were astir and the veins were throbbing as they pumped her boiling blood through her disquieted body.

Lila was panting with desire.

He lowered himself slowly, slowly onto her. He could see her tensing almost beside herself with the titillation of the unhasty descent. Her eyes widened and he felt her hot breath on his chest.

But just before he reached her, she groaned and cried out wildly. "Oh, Nickie Oh, I can't! I can't! Have mercy! It's too big!"

"If it is, I'll make room," he promised her. "I'll make you big enough."

"Oh, Nickie you're so masterful!" she exclaimed and surrendered without further ado. She had as magnificent a chasm as he had remembered. It seemed to have a hundred little avenues of delight.

Nickie thought he understood Lila's problem.

After all, he was trained in psychology. He applied his training to his bride. Probably she had never known a man who was not awed by her sexuality. Never a man she hadn't been able to reduce to a wild-eyed heap with one shake of her endowments.

Lila needed domination.

She needed a masterful husband and, he, being a master lover, was just the man. In fact, he was probably the only man she would ever meet that could ever dominate her sexually.

And even for him, it was not going to be easy. Life with Lila could turn out to be just one long battle for erotic dominion, but somehow, the prospect did not seem bad. Nickie was bringing all his formidable powers to bear on the heaving girl.

She was shrieking beneath him now. She was in a delirium of frenzy. Her nails raked down his back, but Nickie felt no pain from the long deep furrows she carved into him.

Her legs wrapped around him and tightened. Her hips beat out a rhythm of joy on the floor. Then, at last, she exploded violently. Her legs fell away from him and she relaxed.

She was trembling. Nickie looked into her eyes and was startled by the look he saw there. Her violet eyes were shining and the look was something very closely akin to adoration.

"Oh, Nickie," she murmured. "Oh, Nickie, Nickie, Nickie! Oh, Nickie-poo!"

He wished she would, not call him Nickie-poo. He told her so. But tears trembled in her eyes at the reprimand and she begged to be allowed the privilege. She asked, as a servant asks a boon of his master, and Nickie was touched. He could not refuse. He felt very tender.

"Oh, Nickie-poo!" said Lila, exercising her newly won privilege. "Darling Nickie-poo!" She seemed to feel that was all the comment the situation called for.

Suddenly Nickie remembered something. "Great Scott!" he said.

"What is it, darling? Didn't you get enough?"

"It's Sam!" Nickie yelped.

"Sam?" Lila couldn't seem to place the name.

"Your husband! Good heavens, Lila, you've committed bigamy!"

"Oh." She yawned and stretched. "Well, you see, he wasn't really my husband," she explained. "I just sort of split the room rent with him. It made the men I wanted to have a time with feel more at ease."

"It did?"

"Yes. They thought it was safer that way. Since I already had a husband, I couldn't marry them. I read that in a woman's magazine once-that men feel safer with married women. I've learned a lot of what I know from magazines."

"I understand," Nickie nodded.

"Good! You don't really think I'd be married to a man who-"

"No," Nickie interrupted. "I didn't really think you'd be married to a man who couldn't even wave it around."

"Umm," said Lila. "Well, that's all settled then." Too weary to get up, she pulled the bedspread off the bed and covered herself up.

Even now, Nickie could hardly bear to see the magnificent globes disappear. But he had other things to think about. He was a Russian spy on assignment in the United States. And at the moment, he was not even in the United States. Because of Lila!

And he had a wife.

The Executive Action Division would frown, no doubt, on his getting married. How could he possibly carry on his assignment with Lila tagging after him?

The answer was, of course, that it was impossible. Lila's tremendous charms would keep him in a state of exhaustion all the time. And he had no resistance to her!

What would he do?

Nickie's methodical spy's mind quickly found the solution. It was not a solution he would have chosen. It seemed like such a waste of natural resources. But there was no choice, he knew. It was his life or Lila's. Lila would have to meet with an accident. A very fatal accident.

He sighed deeply. Let's see. It should look natural. What was dangerous? Ah. He would take her lobster hunting on a reef off some small island. A reef-teaming with life! Even the coral that you walked on alive!

It could break away and send you plunging into deep caves inside it. If the fall didn't kill you, there would be worms and sea spiders, sea scorpions-maybe a moray eel, or with luck, an octopus.

Pood Lila! Poor, beautiful Lila! She was doomed!