Chapter 12

"Lila?" Nickie's mouth moved to form the words. They came out in a whisper. He opened his eyes. Someone was standing over him.

It was Lila. No, this woman seemed rather cool. And her breasts. They were pointy ones, not at all like Lila's. "Lie still," she said.

Naturally Nickie started to struggle. Movement was impossible. He was in a straight jacket.

Nickie did a trite thing. He gazed at the girl and asked a question. "Where am I?" he said.

"In a hospital in Freeport. Your wife brought you. You injured yourself at a party last night."

"And where is my wife?"

"She is shopping, I believe," said the nurse. "She felt she should have something black to wear in case you died." Black pearls, I think she said."

"Oh," said Nickie.

"But don't worry," the nurse continued reassuringly. "Your doctor has come over from Miami especially to attend to you. And he has told us all about your spells of hysteria. That's why we have you in the strait jacket. He's coming in a few minutes to give you something for your nerves. Then we'll take it off."

Something for his nerves! Nickie could have used it. For the spy recognized the methods of his country's agents. Obviously his superiors considered that his escapades were endangering its intelligence network. He was to be liquidated. The "doctor" would simply give him a fatal injection. And here he was all trussed up unable to move!

What could he do?

He had only one weapon he might use. One thing that could save him! He was a man and she was a woman. Sex! Mentally, he flipped through the pages of his seduction manual and found nothing made to order. He would have to improvise.

"I wish we could take the jacket off right now," he sighed.

"Why?"

"I want to show you something-my tattoo." She laughed. "I've seen lots of tattooes before," she said.

"Not like this one," Nickie assured her. "It's an erotic tattoo. Something I got in the South Sea islands."

"Really?" she said. She was getting interested now. This was surely the greatest challenge of his career, Nickie thought. He had to seduce a woman without even touching her.

"You should see it! Listen-this tattoo is so steamy I've been banned in Boston!"

"Tell me about it," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

No doubt about it, Nickie thought. She was trying to see under the edge of the jacket. Her lips were parted and Nickie saw those pointy breasts heave slightly under her uniform.

"Well," said Nickie. "It's a picture of a man and a woman making love. The woman is lying on her back and her legs are spread wide apart as if she's expecting a freight train to come through. As for the man, well, he's on top, and the marvelous thing is that when I flex my shoulders the man and the woman-they-well, they-move."

"Oh!" said the nurse, her eyes widening. She blushed "I wish I could see it!"

"You could unfasten me," Nickie suggested.

"It's against the rules," she said timidly.

Nickie winked broadly. "I could flex my shoulders for you, too," he suggested. "I've got it down to sort of an art. When I move real fast, it's something to see! And as for inhaling, well, the effect is indescribable. You might say I breathe sex."

"Oh!" She was wavering. "Well, maybe if the jacket just happened to come loose-you'd let me do you right up again after I saw it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," said Nickie. "That is-if you wanted to."

"Well-" She drew in her breath, an expression of lewd excitement coming into her eyes. She was quivering all over. "Just one little peek-" Her fingers trembled as she unfastened the strait jacket.

As it parted, Nickie worked fast.

He had to, before she found out he was lying about the tattoo. His hands rose, one of them seizing her by the thigh and spilling her on top of him.

His other hand unzipped her uniform and delved into her bra for those pointy breasts. His mouth plastered itself to hers. He forced open her lips and darted his tongue between them.

The hand under her thigh moved for her panties. It was all quite scientific. It came under the general heading of copulations-hasty. But the sensations Nickie was receiving as she wiggled against him were not at all scientific.

He squirmed his fingers under her panties and discovered that she was hot and quivering within. He yanked them down. The poor girl needed a little air on all that fever.

As he squeezed her firm little rump, he noticed something disquieting. She seemed to be choking, gasping wildly for air. Oh, rats. He had broken the cardinal rule taught him at spy school. Always unhook the bra.

In his haste, he had simply plunged into her bosom. Quickly he unhooked her. The breasts, which had appeared so small, burst forth swollen and erect. Her breath was rythmic now, deep and tinged with desire.

She tried to pull away from him. "Let me see your tatoo," she demanded. "Flex your shoulders for me. Let's do it sitting up, so I can sit facing you and I can watch your chest. Especially when you inhale. I can hardly wait to see what happens when you inhale!"

Darn!

In spite of her passion, in spite of his hand working between her legs, her mind was still on that tattoo. He couldn't take a chance on letting her get a look at his quite ordinary medium-hairy, unadorned chest. Quickly he rolled out from under her and pushed her face into a pillow.

"Ughaohluump," she said.

"What?" He eased his hold on her momentarily-

"I said I don't like to do it from behind.. It makes me nervous-if you know what I mean. Men are so clumsy. They're always hitting the wrong spot."

But Nickie was in no mood for such feminine hangups. He didn't even care much which spot he hit as long as she got satisfied in a hurry. He plunged and was lucky.

"Good shot," she moaned, as he penetrated the long sweep of her hot, damp channel.

Nickie churned furiously. He tried long, deep thrusts and slow, agonizingly delicious slides. She groaned and twisted under him, her whole frame tossing and twitching. Nickie's hands massaged the pointy breasts, which seemed ready to burn round holes into his palms.

Her legs, spraddled widely apart, were taut with her erotic struggle. Everything indicated that release was emminent. Minute after minute ticked by. Still nothing more happened. She was gasping now, her whole body heaving hard against him, her entire being engrossed in the battle for bliss.

Nickie groaned too, but for a different reason.

He was on the verge of explosion. His teeth were clenched, and he was concentrating on every unpleasant thing imaginable. Every tremor of delight that spread waves of rapture along his spine also spread a chill of terror.

He must render her into insensible joy so that she would not rouse the alarm as he escaped from the hospital.

She clutched at his arm. "Listen-there's something I have to tell you," she said. "I can't make it in this position. I've never made it in this position in my whole life. I told you-it's nerves."

Nickie groaned. But he rose to the occasion. He turned on all his emergency love motors full blast. He shoved both her legs tightly together, keeping himself inserted between them.

Then, holding them shut, his hands planted firmly on her pitching buttocks, he went on the wildest possible rampage inside her, his breath coming hard and fast with the effort.

"Oh stop!" she cried. "It's too wonderful! You'll kill me! I can't do it, I tell you!" She began to sob, big tears of frustration running down her cheeks and dampening the pillow.

"You can do it!" Nickie said determinedly. His thighs bobbed madly over her warm, pitching, bare back. His knees dug into the mattress.

"I can't! I can't!" she sobbed. "Oh! Oh-Oh Oh! Eeeee! Ahhhhh! She did it.

The convulsions of her body almost unseated Nickie as she exploded. Her cries rent the air as the most magnificent paroxysm that Nickie had ever witnessed washed over her.

Needless to say, she was completely subdued. Her eyes, glazed and mirroring etheral transport, gazed uncomprehendingly at the ceiling. As if in a trance, her body kept convulsing, the tremors slowly lessening and turning at last into simple shivers. Her teeth chattered and she made no effort to control the sound.

Nickie studied her with a growing feeling of pride. By golly, he'd done a fine job on that one, hadn't he? Footsteps came along the corridor outside.

Good heavens! The doctor! He'd almost forgotten!

Now-what to do with the nurse? Easy-stow her under the bed. He dragged her off the mattress and scooted her underneath. Her heat was still such that she did not seem to feel the coldness of the tile on her naked skin.

He stretched her out on her back. She lay there, still breathing deeply, her face still suffused with happiness. At least, thought Nickie, her teeth had stopped chattering. He was grateful for that.

He hopped back into the bed and pulled the strait jacket around him. A man in a white coat entered. There was a hypodermic in his hand. Through thick glasses he grinned evily at Nickie.

The needle glinted; the doctor poised his hand to pull down the covers. He was enjoying Nickie's discomforture. Suddenly through the air came a soft, belated sigh of bliss. The doctor glanced around in astonishment-The moment was all that Nickie needed. He leaped from the bed and exercised a bit of judo.

The doctor dropped to the floor, the hypodermic still in his hand. Nickie pounced as he struggled to rise. He caught his opponent's wrist, and the doctor emitted a cry of horror as he felt the prick of the fatal needle on his own arm. Nickie jammed down on the plunger and, grabbing his clothes, fled without stopping to watch his would-be murderer die.

Gee, that had been a close one. Thank goodness for sex!