Chapter 15

SHE WAS TURNED ON....

Lila came into the suite. She wasn't mad at her husband anymore. Shopping had restored her good humor.

Lila loved spending money. She loved it more than anything else in the world except love.

"Nickie! Nickie-poo?"

Nickie was gone. But how strange! She heard voices.

"Oh, sugar," a girl was saying, "Oh, do put it in! Please hurry!"

"I will! I will!" came the man's voice. "Just stop slapping your thighs together and I will!"

The popping sound of the eager thighs ceased. There was silence. The moment was electric! Lila waited breathlessly.

"Ooooooh!" came the sound of the girl's voice. The entry had obviously been wonderful.

Lila rushed into the bedroom. No one was there. She looked under the bed, in the closet. "Oh, baby!" the man was saying, "what a furnace you are!"

Lila stopped searching and stood stock still. Anger showed in her violet eyes. She recognized that voice! That man who was evoking such cries of joy from his partner was none other than Sam! Sam, Who couldn't even wave it around-or so he'd told her. Nickie's bugging device was picking up the sounds from the suite below.

Lila charged out of the door. She was so furious she ran down the stairs to Sam's suite instead of waiting for the elevator. She beat with both fists on his door, for hell had no fury like Lila.

He came to the door in a bathrobe. He was panting slightly, Lila thought. "Lila, darling!" he cried.

"Don't Lila darling me!" she demanded. "Where is that woman?"

"What woman?"

"The one that was slapping her thighs and saying 'Oooh!' That's what woman! I heard you from upstairs."

"But I'm here all alone sweet," said Sam.

Lila looked around. "Well," she said, "I don't see anybody." But there was a test she had to make. She reached forward and untied the slash of his robe. The robe parted.

"Oh," said Lila. Sam had proved to be a ready lover.

Sam yanked the robe back around him and tied the cord in a double knot. "Lila," he said. "Now don't get upset, Lila." He was backing away from her. "I never intended to lie to you. But it was so easy. You were so sure that any man in his right mind would make love to you if he possibly could that you never checked before. Actually, every time I get near you I get so wrought up I can hardly stand it"

"Well, then, why? Why did you tell me you couldn't make love?"

"Please, Lila," he shined, "I'm afraid of you-You've got those two huge breasts and those thighs-and-you're more woman than anyone I've ever seen! You just ooze sex! I was afraid that if I made love to you, I'd just-dissolve or something! I thought I might be so done in, I wouldn't be able to muster it again for months! Even years! Don't, Lila! Oh please don't!"

But he pleaded in vain. Lila was ready for a man, and her husband was gone for the moment. She moved toward Sam. Her hips waved. There was the sound of a zipper being undone.

Lila's dress descended slowly to the floor. Sam sat woodenly on the bed, staring at her. He seemed to be in some sort of hypnotic trance. She unhooked her bra and let that fall, too. Her hand went to her panties.

"Don't!" Sam gave one last cry as the garment began to move down her pulsating thighs. Sam's eyes riveted on her erotic triangle of soft brown curls. It was oscillating. Sam could not tear his eyes away. He saw her coming toward him. Even as she approached he fell back on the bed as if he had been flattened by a hurricane force.

Lila rose on tip-toe. Her thighs tensed. She raised her arms and the awesome breasts jutted forward, perfectly erect. She looked like an eagle, ready to pounce on its victim.

She fell, impaling herself perfectly with one swoop. She needed no wiggling, no foreplay, no searching. Sam felt as if he had been cast into a smoldering volcano. He struggled under her, his whole being suffused with the glory of her. Lila's heat seemed to increase with every movement he made.

Lila's rear twitched and twisted contentedly, as the overwrought Sam clasped his hands around it, pressing hard to force himself even farther inside her.

"Ahh," breathed Lila.

"Oooh!" groaned Sam.

But something happened to spoil the idyll. Maybe there was a sound. Maybe they both got that funny feeling that someone was watching them. At any rate they both looked up.

Beyond the bedroom was a small room that served as storage-a place for keeping cartons of extra champagne glasses, tins of imported delicacies, anything that a partying bon vwant might likely require.

In the doorway stood a girl. A very naked girl. A girl who, Lila reasoned, was the same one whose thighs had been so noisy a short time ago. Sam's playmate was not noisy now. She just stood there, a strange expression fixed on her face. She looked resentful, Lila thought.

Then slowly, slowly, she toppled forward, landing face down on the carpet. There was a knife in her back!

Lila screamed. After the echoes of her scream died away, she immediately composed herself. "Golly," she said. "What are ,we going to do with the body, Sam? We could get into trouble over this"

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Like, we could get accused of murder. I know. Let's not get involved. Let's put her in the dumbwaiter. That way, it'll be sort of like a game of roulette. Whoever calls the dumbwaiter next will find her, and he'll have to notify the police."

"Good idea," said Lila. They carried the girl back into the storage room and stuffed her into the dumbwaiter. They closed the door.

"There," said Sam, "that's done."