Chapter 14
FINGERS MOVED AGAINST HOT FLESH
"I hate you! I don't care if I never see you again!"
"It'd suit me just fine if you didn't!" Nickie yelled. He and Lila were having their first quarrel. It had all started when they had returned to Nickie's suite in the Tropic Sands Hotel.
Lila had wanted him to fulfill his erotic duties. Nickie was green-faced. He had collapsed on the bed and refused to budge. He had also taken the precaution of lying face down. The ardor to which Mary Lou had aroused him on the criuse boat had taken his last iota of sexual strength. And after Mary Lou had been murdered, he had thrown her overboard, an endeavor which had made him extremely seasick.
It had not helped either to think that probably the bullet had been intended for him.
Nickie had refused to make love until Lila had shed tears. He had let her cry herself to sleep. Now it was morning, and he was not going to make love. Resolutely, he had kept his head buried in a pillow while she had jogged her hips and twirled her breasts to lure him. He could not afford to give way. In his present condition, one more go with Lila might kill him, providing, of course, that an assassins bullet didn't do the job first.
It was the first time in Lila's life that an able-bodied man had failed to submit to her charms. She was irate. She announced that she was going shopping and that when she got back he'd better have it mustered.
Nickie was glad to see her go. As soon as she had left, he hopped out of bed and tore down to the palm tree where his contacts were to leave him messages. Frantically, he dug into the sand. The beer can appeared. The message told him he was an utter idiot.
Look what a mess he'd made: First, getting married and then winding up at an orgy with his bride instead of murdering her as he should have. However, the Executive Action Division still preferred annihilating Lila to annihilating Nickie. The bullet that had killed Mary Lou had really been intended for Lila. If only he would stay in bed with the right woman, such mistakes wouldn't happen!
He was instructed to stay out of the arms of any woman except his wife. (Or get shot for disobeying orders, the implication was.) There was one other thing. Why the hell hadn't he killed the American agent who was watching him? He'd been instructed to do so.
Nickie went back to his penthouse and got back into bed. He ordered breakfast sent up and cursed the stupidity of his contacts. Couldn't they just tell him who the American agent was?
He groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He was not really cut out to be a spy, he thought.
Crash! Nickie jerked himself erect. What was that? It had come from the closet! Cautiously he approached, gun in hand, and slid the door open.
A rack of expensive alligator shoes had been turned over. Across it lay a lovely female leg, struggling to extricate itself from the heap. Nickie push-ed back the hangers. A pair of big, black eyes looked at him resentfully from a heart-shaped face framed by short dark curls.
"You don't even remember me!" she accused.
"Certainly I do," said Nickie. She did look familiar. Where had they met?
"I'm Kay," she supplied wrathfully. "I'm the girl you left naked in the laundry cart. I've come for my clothes."
"Oh," said Nickie. He was uneasy. He remembered what a violent eruption he had caused her. Had she come for another one as well as her clothes? "Are clothes all you came for?" he said.
"Absolutely!" she shot him a look of contempt that made it clear how she felt about him.
Thank goodness, thought Nickie. He got into the closet with her and started rummaging for the dress. The sooner she found it and got out of here, the better.
Her breasts grazed his shoulder. They were big, warm breasts.
Nickie did not know what happened to him. It must have been reflex action. Maybe he was cracking up. Maybe he imagined himself back in spy school. At any rate he brought his fingers lightly across her bosom, caressing each breast just on the tip in a classic maneuver which, when expertly performed, no woman could resist.
Kay did not fry to resist. She utttered a sigh of rapture and slid the door shut. Nickie was plunged into darkness. He could hear her panting.
"Come on, Nickie," she called. "Come to Kay. You smarted it. You can't get out of it now"
Nickie realized it was the truth. A pang of terror shot through him. The Executive Action Division had ordered him not to make love to anyone but Lila.
But Kay was a more immediate threat, he thought. He caught sight of her now. She was crawling on all fours, tiger-like, and shaking her curls like a mane. Her big breasts had been lifted from her bodice and hung like two small-sized pumpkins.
He gulped and tried to slide open the door. The movement served simply to pinpoint his whereabouts to Kay. Nickie felt slender fingers on the buttons of his shirt. He felt plump buttocks descend onto his stomach and begin to rotate gently. He was kissed. The kisses rained down over his chest and tickled his belly button. Nickie's blood started to pound in his ears.
Was she going to unzip his pants and keep on kissing? He craned himself upward in eagerness. His zipper came down. Her warm fingers went inside. They flicked over him, then closed around him, squeezing.
But by this time, Nickie didn't need to be squeezed. He needed to do some squeezing himself. He proceeded to her bottom, unzipping her dress as he did so. Kay wriggled out of it. Nickie just plain wriggled with anticipation.
His hand went into her panties. He smoothed her soft curls and then moved slowly over her upper thighs to the hot desire between them. His fingers moved against the hot flesh.
"Oh!" Kay could not prevent herself from crying out. There was one good thing about Kay, Nickie mused. Unlike the nurse, he bet Kay could make it in any position. All right, he told himself, it was a bet. How about standing up?
He scrambled to his feet and pulled her up against him. "What?" said Kay indignantly. He silenced her with a long kiss, during which he arranged himself so that he was knocking at the entry to her delights.
Kay's legs parted. She sighed deeply, and her hand went down to help him in. She wasn't the least disconcerted by the unusual position, any more than she had been by performing the act sitting up in the laundry cart. She was a very versatile woman.
Her breasts crushed his chest. The nipples were hard, ripe with passion. Her arms streaked around his neck. Her legs kept wrapping themselves around him and slipping down his thigh. It was as if he were a tree she was trying to climb.
Suddenly she stopped clmbing and began to rotate her hips wildly. The effect electric.
He redoubled his own efforts. "Oh" cried Kay. Involuntarily, she was sucking in her breath, her chest expanding to the bursting point with the tension of her passion. Her stomach trembled. Then it heaved. It heaved again and again as the spasms of joy rolled over her.
"Ahhhh," Nickie heard her say, and a wind of suddenly released breath gusted by his ear.
Nickie gave a groan and his eyes squeezed shut as he, too experienced the overwhelming sensation. His knees gave. He and Kay sank to the floor in a heap.
"Here it is" said Nickie after a moment. "What?"
"The dress I took off you in the laundry cart."
"Oh-And where's my other one? The one you took off me just now"
"Umm-here. Now will you go?"
"Certainly," said Kay with a return of her old hauteur. She plumped up her bosom with dignity and arranged the magnificence in the bodice of her dress. A short search produced her panties, which Kay refused to leave without. The closet door opened and Kay emerged, daintily applying a new coat of peach-colored lipstick.
When Nickie ceased to think of Kay, his thoughts turned once more to Lila. She had had the suite just underneath his. Along with her friend Sam. It was certainly an advantageous room to have if you wanted to spy on whoever was occupying the penthouse. Could Sam be an agent? An American agent?
It would take only a few minutes to bug the room. Nickie put on his silk bathrobe and went to the balcony. He swung down to the balcony below and entered the suite by the glass balcony door. He bugged the place and then left by the front door. He rode up the one flight in the elevator.
Nickie had been back in his room only a minute or so when there was a rap on the door. It was his breakfast at last, Nickie thought. He had certainly worked up an appetite for it. He opened the door.
"Hello I intercepted the maid with your breakfast and brought it up myself" said the beautiful, busty blonde.
"Honey Milch!" Nickie said in astonishment She was wearing a jersey pullover, tight beachcomber pants and sandals. She didn't seem to be wearing a brassiere under the pullover and Nickie saw her nipples swelling against the cloth, becoming grape-sized, just as they had the night he had first met her on the beach.
Nickie thought it boded ill. She had ideas, he told himself. Honey put the tray down on a table and poured herself a cup of coffee in a champagne glass. She sighed deeply and looked unhappy. The spy munched a doughnut and waited for her to speak.
"You're married," she said sadly.
"Yes," Nickie said.
"I wish I weie married" said Honey. "I want to quit surfing and just be a sexy old wife."
"You're a sexy surfer," Nickie offered.
"It's not enough," she sniffed. "I don't see why you couldn't have married me." Nickie watched her breasts bobble. He studied the outline of her pants. "Will you give me a goodbye roll, anyway?" Honey said.
"Oh sure" said Nickie. "Let's see-there's cinnamon here and sesame see-"
"Oh, not that kind of roll!" she interrupted with a wail. "Listen! Let's go down to the beach and I'll give you a surfing lesson. That way you'll have a perfect excuse for your wife!"
"But-" said Nickie. Honey had anticipated resistance. Quickly she hoisted up her pullover and let her bounty spill forth. She leaped from her chair, shoving him onto the bed. His robe parted and she pressed her hot globes against his bare chest. She sighed into his ear. She lifted a breast and brushed it across his lips. Then she got up slowly. Nickie followed her, his mouth half open for a bite of her fruit.
But Honey was playing the old carrot in front of the horse trick. She lowered her jersey. "You don't get anymore until we get to the beach," she said, handing him his shirt.
"All right," sighed the titillated Nickie, and followed her out the door.