Chapter 9
"What are those lights?" Ian asked tensely, glancing at the rear view mirror. "They weren't there a moment ago."
Max turned in the seat and concentrated on the car that followed them. "He's comin' fast," he said. "I think he may be after us."
"Wait awhile," Ian responded coolly. "Well see." He took a deep breath and felt for the small bag of emeralds, worth a fortune, that snuggled unassumingly in the pocket of his terry beach robe. Alongside his gun.
Max had drawn his gun and had it at the ready. "I don't like it," he said quietly "he's closing. He came from nowhere. Tknow? outa the blue."
"Yeah," said Ian suavely, "and he's going right back there. Right now." The speed with which the following car was coming up made it clear that a chase was on, and Ian had seen a little used side road ahead, a tough mountain track that very few people even knew about, let alone were capable of driving. Without warning, he twisted the wheel, and they were zinging straight up on a hairpin road that some race drivers wouldn't have taken at this speed on a dare.
The car behind them, skidded, recovered, and came after them in a cloud of dust
"How's he doing?" asked Ian tersely, all his concentration on the snaky climb ahead of him.
"Good," Max reported. "Smooth recovery. He's right on us. The guy is a local, that's for sure. Nobody but you could drive this road at this speed unless he was real familiar with it. And that means somebody who lives here, yknow, because very few people know this road even exists!"
"Right, "said Ian smoothly, taking a sharp turn at breakneck pace, "so who does that leave us with? Who are our local' friends?"
Max snorted, and cocked his gun, still looking out the back window. "We only got one," he smirked, "and I think he may have gone a little too far in extending his overtures of friendliness this time." He leveled his gun slowly and deliberately, aiming at the left windshield behind.
"Wait Max " Ian cautioned, "let's be sure. Til slow to where we're in range."
"Bloody ballsy, aren't you?" said Max, as Ian let off on the accelerator enough to let the guy catch up. "Yeah ... yeah," he said after a minute, "it's a Fiat, all right. None other than Johnny di Luca. So now what?"
"Hold off," Ian smiled suavely. "I've got his number, and I can deliver the goods right up ahead."
"Hold off!F* Max bellowed. "Are you crazy? He's right on our tail, he's-"
A shot rang out, smashing the back windshield and ricocheting off into the darkness.
Max ducked and, when he came up for air, he said, "SO? What d'ya want me to do about that, for Cris-sake?"
"Hold your fire, Max," said Ian coldly, "there's a better way out of this. We don't want him found with bullet holes anywhere! Now listen, this is a deadly road, and no one can drive it better than I can, and if we're gonna finish him, this is the place!"
With that he gunned the motor around a perilously steep curve and climb, his face tightening into a smiling mask of cool determination.
"Whew!" said Max, "this is for mountain goats. It's a good thing I trust ysLl-UhhnnhT he added, as he had to duck again, dodging fire from the pursuing car.
"Don't return," Ian barked, "don't fire, whatever you do! It's a long shot, but I know I can make it, right around the next curve ... I"
Suddenly the wheels squealed in the dirt, and the tires fought for traction as they slid into a hairpin upwards curve at a breakneck pace, the Fiat close behind. All of Ian's concentration was on pulling out of the spin and he made it.
But he had been right in deducing that it would take a superior driver who had skill on his side and nothing else on his mind to take that turn clean at that speed. The Fiat skidded, shimmied, and went through a circus list of hi-jinks before it landed like a beached fish, spinning its wheels in the ditch.
"Benched," said Ian calmly.
"Whew!" said Max, and put his gun away. "You were right. You and the road did it. Do you think he's hurt?"
"Hard to tell," Ian replied without emotion. "He flipped, but he didn't turn. Could be okay. Could've broken his neck. Who knows?"
There was silence until they reached the edge of town. When they got there, Ian said, "When you come right down to it, there's only one who' that might know, and I'm trying the bar first because I want to blow this town with the greatest possible speed. Only I won't leave," he added determinedly, "without knowing the score."
Ian's appearance at Chez Renard in his bathing trunks caused no comment. It was a resort city.
"Where's Sherri?" he asked the bartender abruptly. "I want to talk to her!"
"She was in here only an hour ago Mr. Lloyd, very upset," he answered. "It seems she wants to talk to you!"
Minutes later the Porsche squealed to a halt outside the chic little house that Sherri shared with her sister Jan. Darting cautious glances from side to side, Ian and Max jumped from the car and strode to the door-taking the loot with them.
"Now look," said Ian coolly when Sherri answered the door, "we only have a few minutes to waste doll, and we want the whole story, so you'd better get smart and spill." He forced her backwards into the living-room before she could even catch her breath, and locked the door behind him.
"Wha-what are you talking about?" she stammered.
"Don't play innocent. Your boyfriend di Luca just nearly plastered us on the beach road-shot at us- now what's this all about?"
"Oh ... oh God," she moaned, "I didn't know he'd go that far to get back at me."
"Get back at you?!" said Ian. "What the hell for?" He and Max exchanged glances and decided to keep their mouths shut until they'd heard Sherri's part of the story.
"For you, of course," she said, looking at Ian warmly. "Johnny knew right away that I was crazy over you, that you were different from any of the other guys that come around with the key."
"Other guys that-?! But-but-what about the emeralds ...?"
"What emeralds?"
Ian was dumbfounded. "Ah-er, nothing, never mind, probably hasn't anything to do with it. Go on."
"Well, I suppose you've guessed by now that John-ny's my-well, my pimp. I make a fortune for him, and he's scared to death of losing me. Besides, he's in love with me. He's also," she added darkly, "crazy about Jan. I've tried to protect her, but-oh Ian, it's so awful. I've been looking for you for hours tonight! Johnny came around here about nine o'clock, drunk and bloody mad, and roughed her around. I wasn't here and he-he raped herl He said since she wasn't a virgin anymore anyway, he might as well cash in. Do you know what he meant by that?"
Ian caught his breath. Obviously Jan hadn't spilled the beans on him. He decided it was safest to ignore the question. "Is she all right?" he asked anxiously. "Where is she?"
"Oh, she's okay, just a little shaken is all. I suppose it had to happen sometime. She's safe with a friend, but I don't understand why-"
"Look, Sherri," Ian cut her off, "level with me, baby. Are you and Johnny involved in illegal smuggling activities or anything to do with that?" He heard Max catch his breath at the chance of exposure he was taking.
"Smuggling?r said Sherri incredulously. "Oh darling, for God's sake, I may be a loose woman, but I'm not a wicked one!" Her astonishment and amusement convinced him that she was telling the truth.
"Okay then," he said quietly, "what the hell is this key business all about?"
"Ahhhh," she said, "so thafs what's made you suspicious! Tell me, where did you get it?"
Ian recited faithfully the whole story starting with Lisa and the fight in Nice, but leaving Jeanette out of it for obvious reasons.
"Okay," Sherri responded, "so here's the story." She broke out a bottle of brandy and three glasses and poured for all of them. "The key," she said, taking a long sip of her brandy, "is a well kept secret. It's a very special thing. There's a ring of us throughout France operating as very expensive and high-class call girls, some French and some American. We have a fun little deal between us: anytime one of us meets a man we would call a true super-stud, we give ourselves to him free, and then we give him the key. This is his identification mark for the next girl, and entitles him to the same treatment, free and without question, in the next town. Ordinarily the key is good for only one stop. But it would seem, my handsome friend, that your prowess has entitled you to keep it for three!" Sherri's eyes were sparkling as she looked at Ian. "Let's see ... Lisa, Anita, and me. You haven't done badly, you know."
Ian let out a little sigh of relief and amusement. The pieces were starting to fit together. Now he understood why the two men had fought so hard over Lisa-their masculine honor was at stake. He understood why Lisa had pretended not to know Jeanette- for the girls who belonged to the key, all the fun was in the mystery of it. He also understood why Johnny had tried to stop him and Sherri that first night at Chez Renard-that poor goon was probably sick of the sight of that key, because it meant his lady was giving her high priced snatch out free and that cost him money!
"Lady," said Ian, bowing suavely, "I owe you an apology."
"Oh no, what for?!" said Sherri, not realizing how thoroughly Ian and Max had mistrusted her, had labeled her as a criminal, a double-crossing bitch out to get them.
"Well, I won't explain," Ian grinned, "I'll just turn in my badge and hit the road." With that he fished the key from his robe pocket and dropped it on the coffee table. "I've always carried it with me wherever I go, but I think this is the end of the story."
Sherri picked it up sadly. "You know, I wish you'd stay," she said. "I need you. And Jan is very fond of you. And after what happened tonight I'm throwing Johnny out of my life for good!"
Max and Ian exchanged looks. "Yeah," said Max, "well, Johnny may turn up again, or he may not. Hard to tell."
"However," Ian cut in, briskly, "I see no reason why we can't have an absolutely deKghtful farewell party. I mean," he added in a sultry voice, "something just between the three of us."
Sherri smiled at him, catching his meaning perfectly. She lifted her glass in a toast. 'To the three of us!" she said. And as they all drank, Ian was calculating just how long they could afford to spend before either Johnny woke up and came after them, or the police put two and two together and came after them. He drained his glass and put it down.
"I think," he said, "we should begin the festivities at once!" With that, he wrapped his arms around Sherri, pinned her mouth in a passionate kiss, and yanked down the zipper of her dress behind her back, all before she knew what was happening.
"Mmmm," she sighed against his mouth, letting herself be seduced by his lips, letting her flesh willingly be puDed again into the maelstrom of desire. There were two big cocks waiting for her this time, and just the very thought of it made her heart pound like a trip-hammer from the start. As Ian's lips twisted back and forth on hers, she felt her juices beginning to flow almost as if he'd pushed a button. No man had ever excited her like he did. The fact that this was the last time she'd have him doubled the intensity of her desire. He would disappear into the night after this, leaving her body lusting and aching and alone. She would dream of him for a long time, she knew that.
But for now, right now, she had him. And Max too. She held still, letting his hands peel her clothes off and roam the succulent reaches of her naked back. Gradually the dress slipped down in front, exposing her voluptuous tits strapped into a red lace bra that accentuated their hugeness magnificently.
"Mmmm," said Ian, looking down lustfully at them, "this is the last time, baby, and we're going to make it count!" He scooped her up in his arms and marched off with her to the bedroom, half dressed. He glanced over his shoulder at the amused Max. "Coming?" he asked.
"You bet," Max responded, getting to his feet and barreling after him. Trobably before I even get my pants off I"
Ian dumped Sherri on the bed and finished the task of stripping her. He was short on ceremony tonight because he was celebrating-the heist had gone off like clockwork except for the small monkey-wrench di Luca had tried to throw in. His eagerness was also because he was tight for time. His expert brain had calculated forty-five naked, lustful minutes at the outside. Then they had to hit the road. Hard.
"Mnunmm," Max murmured, looking down at the now naked body of Sherri, sprawled on her back across the bed. Her sumptuous tits jutted up like snowy, cherry-tipped mountains, making him almost begin to drool.
She was aroused thoroughly now by Ian's masterful handling of her, and she tossed fitfully on the bed, squirming her naked flesh against the coverlet, and making her tits bounce like firm, delicious mounds of jello. Her passion-dimmed eyes gazed up at them both, telling the whole story that was going on inside her, the story of love that has to settle for lust, but does so willingly.
"I'll never find a man like you," she whispered to Ian, her eyes flicking down to his turgid cock blasting at his trunks. "Since this is the last time, let's make it a good one to remember ..." Then she turned her burning gaze on Max, flashed it over his body, and let it come to rest on his throbbing erection. "I want to suck it," she said softly, "I want to make you come in my mouth while Ian is fucking me ..." She broke off in sharp gasps, her breathing nearly strangled from the excitement. Ian and Max exchanged looks and smiles.
Then Ian bent forward over her, grasped her knees firmly, and ripped them apart. Sherri's snatch, encased in gleaming red pussy fur, was fully exposed to them both. She writhed and twisted on her back, unbearably aroused by the sudden opening of her cunt hps and the resulting rush of cool air against the moist, hot, secret membranes. The elastic rimmed circle of her vagina had expanded visibly, and her hole gaped up at them like a voracious, devouring mouth, so eager to swallow cock that it throbbed in anticipation. She was held wide open by the pressure of Ian's hands at her knees, and her cunt slit was expanded too, clearly twitching and jerking with the pulse beat of her excitement.
"Oooooo, oooooooo ..." Sherri moaned, aware of the two pairs of eyes that feasted lasciviously on her naked private parts, drinking in the sight with unbridled lust. Just the way they stared at her slit made her juice. She felt her female fluids rashing down her canal and spilling out onto her cuntal flower like jungle rain in response to the mysterious voo-doo drums.
"Oh my God, what are you doing to me?!" she moaned.
For answer, Ian dived between her shapely thighs, forced his head up to the crevice, and sucked her wet pussy lips into his mouth, all before she could even cry out or respond. Her body jerked tight with the ^suddenness of it, jolted into a spasm of pleasure that was so intense she could hardly stand it. Her belly contracted in a jack-knife spasm, and her legs scissored wide to let him in.
Meanwhile Max climbed up on the bed, having first rapidly stripped himself naked, and squirmed up to where her exquisite, dew-laden lips were beckoning to him. His mouth closed harshly on the voluptuous ripe curvature of her lips, and he began to sup nectar from the soft aperture. At the same time, his hands roamed everywhere they could reach-along her slender, velvety throat, into her sensitive armpits, around the fleshy hugeness of her tits, and finally down the white satin shde of her belly, right to the tangled red fire of fur near the entrance to her treasure.
Ian's mouth was busy with the enchantment of her moist pink crevice as it rationed out nectar to him in response to his tongue thrusts. He dipped and dived from side to side and top to bottom, sometimes teas-ingly grazing the thick dampness of her fiery bush. His tongue was a maddening taunt in her quivering slit, causing her to grind her hips harder and harder upwards, lusting after further fulfillment.
Ian got his hands under her, grasped her ivory white buttocks, and began to knead the full flesh mercilessly, just brushing his fingers into her slit from the back, and grazing her tightly anxious ass hole. In seconds he had her nearly out of her head. His hands and his mouth combined had forced the blood into her pussy lips like a river, making them throb painfully with need, making them swell to tantalizing proportions. Her juice dripped out onto his tongue, and the taste and smell of it made him react Hke a Hon perks up at the scent of a kill. His cock sprung to full attention, ready to thrust to the hilt.
Sherri's slender fingers shthered down, down over her satin belly, sneaked between her legs, began to fondle Ian's strongly handsome face where it rested between her thighs; she traced the taut outfine of his lips where they opened and closed against her hot, naked cunt opening. Then she slipped her finger in and found the tip of his tongue with it... teased the tip of his tongue, leading him higher and higher up her slit until she had brought him to bear directly on the tight miniature prick that was her achingly sensitive cfitoris.
"Aaahhnnhh!" she gasped out as he sank his tongue right on target, Hcking and lashing her trigger button as if he wanted to make her explode. She jerked and shimmied under him wildly, and he knew that she was so ready to be fucked that if they didn't hurry up about it they'd miss the boat. He reached up and grabbed her around the waist, turning her effortlessly onto her belly, just as Max slid around into position. As Sherri caught her weight on her elbows, she looked down to see Max's prick confronting her, right in front of her nose.
He had squirmed around so he was haff sitting, half lying, right where her face was. Ian had placed her on her belly so that her legs dangled over the side and her slit was fully exposed from behind. Then he slid off the bed so his feet touched the floor and, half crouching, rammed her solidly from behind. He was in no mood to take it slow. His dick ripped into her Hke a pile driver, full steam ahead.
His blasting shove knocked the breath out of her for a minute, it also jogged her forward hard, slamming her mouth down automatically on Max's surging prick. Max grabbed her head in his hands, holding her tight to her task, and closed his eyes in delighted anticipation of the shoot that lay just moments ahead.
They both started to fuck her hell bent for leather then, having no time to waste. Max's prick violated her soft mouth in rapid fire strokes, and Ian's huge dick split her in half from behind. There was the steady pounding sound of body smashing against body, and hardly any other noise but harsh, rasping, passionate breathing, deep in concentration on pleasure. Ian looked down and saw how her moist pink crevice was held wide open by the thickness of his turgid pole, and by his spread palms flat out against her defenseless buttocks, stretching them to the full. The quivering elastic ring of her vaginal mouth looked strained to the breaking point. With each merciless thrust of his pole, it looked as if it would give and tear.
But Sherri was in ecstasy. She angled her ass up and backwards lewdly, begging him to shove it deeper, to quench the taunting fire he had set in her womb. The juice was dripping from her, slathering his balls, making the insides of her thighs as slippery and shiny as glass. The fleshy hugeness of his stiff organ pounded and surged in her quivering tunnel, the chunky, thick head seeming to probe deeper every time. Each slam only made her hotter, made her want it deeper and more.
"Uuuhhnnnnhh! Do it, do it!" she murmured against Max's prick. She was taking him in and out of her mouth in long tantalizing strokes, letting him fall out and flop loose sometimes so that it drove him fairly mad to stay inside her. She'd pull back and make him thrust for her, hold him off and hold him off ... then suddenly dive so deep, swallow him so hard that he saw stars. His groin was aching with an agonized excitement now. Max knew that was partly because Sherri made him want to blow so bad, and partly from the spice and danger involved in this tumble. He and Ian were risking their necks to stay a minute longer than they had to.
Sherri's flame red hair had fallen forward and was now brushing his balls, a swansdown treat of fluttering, shimmering softness on the most sensitive flesh he possessed. Her hands were all over his thighs too, stroking, clutching, nipping at him with fingernails and streaking him with long red mementoes of this last adventure. She worked her slender, skilled fingers in under his balls and began to knead and massage his nuts in her soft palms with convulsive spasms of passion-energy that sent his head spinning. Meanwhile her lewdly sucking mouth opened and closed on his prick, rhythmically forcing his nerves into an ecstasy beyond endurance, neatly coaxing his engorged organ into shudder after shudder of spine-shattering joy.
Her tongue circled and lashed, flickered and fluttered inside the liquid velvet of her mouth like a tiny snake, coiling again and again around his aching shaft, teasing it into an engorged hugeness that was almost painful to him. Max stared down at her, at the flashing red hair tumbled into his crotch, at the exquisite face taut with concentration, at the marble white spine that curved in a perfect arc down to the graceful twin moons of her jutting ass-and he burned the whole spectacle into his memory, knowing she was a woman he would never forget.
The sight of Ian, shoving his cock in between those white pillowy buttocks, was an extra turn-on. Max had a clear view of Ian's mammoth pole sliding lewdly in and out, and every time he pulled all the way back Max could see how slippery and glistening his rod was with Sherri's cunt juice. Ian's hands dug firmly into her tender, vulnerable buttocks, forcing them wider and wider apart, leaving red marks on the delicate skin from the pressure.
She was getting very close to an orgasm. Incoherent, pleading whimpers came from her cock-stuffed mouth as she thrust her ass backwards, struggling for more and more of the hot meat that already stretched her vagina to its fullest capacity. Ian was hitting a steady slam and withdraw rhythm now, whapping her ass cheeks soundly with his engorged balls each time. He worked her back and forth on his cock by the ass, hanging onto and manipulating her buttocks almost like handles.
Then Max had a sudden yen for boob flesh, and he slid his hands quickly under Sherri's sumptuous body and grabbed for the lushly ripe jugs that hung down underneath her. His hands connected and he squeezed hard, making her let out a gurgling scream from deep in her throat. He yanked and pulled at those big delicious tits for all he was worth, seeing how it made her writhe in a torturous jolt of passion, how it made her wave her ass in the air even more obscenely than before. She worked her knees up under her on the bed, letting Ian's cock enter her at a more penetrating angle than ever.
"Oh yes, baby, yesss," Ian hissed, his voice tight as a steel spring from the highwire thrill he was feeling. "Give it to me, give me your sweet ass, that's the girl!"
Sherri let out a throaty wail of anguished pleasure, half stifled by the turgid thickness of Max's juice-oozing prick in her mouth. Ian's cock was ramming her in harsh, brutal drives now, but she met every thrust of his hips with a backwards, begging slam of her own. Ian responded, picking up the pace, beginning a swirling, rotating action that drove his organ into her like a corkscrew. He battered every vulnerable inch of her vaginal walls, striking them from every possible angle, making her insides tingle and vibrate until she thought the top of her head was spinning off into outer space.
Max groaned out a guttural sound of pure animal pleasure as Sherri responded by sucking his prick clear down to the very back of her throat. He urged upwards with all the stops out then, realizing that the point of explosion was just around the corner for all three of them. Wild spark-like jolts of erotic sensation mesmerized his loins, making him catch and hold his breath in a transport of ecstasy as he waited tensely for that last lascivious lick that would send him over the edge.
He fastened his fingers wickedly on her nipples and squeezed, closing the ripe little berries in a crushing vise. She bucked, stunned. Then she whimpered deep in her throat and shoved her tits forward, saying she loved it, begging him to pinch her there until she could stand the torturous pleasure-pain no longer.
At the same time Ian wetted his finger in her cunt slit, getting it sick with juice. He hovered for a second over the tight drawstring opening of her anus, then plunged without warning, impaling her from behind. He drove without mercy deep into her hot quivering ass hole.
"Uunngghh!" she gasped out, nearly gagging on the hugeness of Max's prick. Her flesh began to shudder from head to toe then, shaldng violently from the raw waves of passion that rocked her body and threatened to rip her limb from limb. Both her holes were filled to the bursting point, and her nerves were strained beyond endurance. With a gasp and a scream she let herself fly headlong into the most bone-shattering orgasm of her life.
Ian felt her start to come, and Max too, and they both let go with jets of scum, shooting hard and deep for all they were worth.
"Aaahhh, ahhhhh ...1" Max groaned as her mouth kept close around his rod, working at him like a suction pump and not missing a single drop. At the same time her vagina clutched at Ian's spurting meat, voraciously devouring eveiything his balls had to give. Max just sat there, stone still and mesmerized with pleasure, until she had drained him dry. Ian kept humping until he was empty and satisfied, until the last shiver of erotic ecstasy had burnt itself out in his satiated flesh. Then he abruptly pulled his finger and his dick out of her behind and stood up.
"Front and center, Max," said Ian quietly, rapidly slipping back into his bathing trunks, "every minute counts now." Before Sherri knew what happened the two of them were at the door, and she was standing there helplessly, a robe held up in front to cover her nakedness.
"Hate to eat and run, princess," Ian grinned, "but that's the way it is in our business. Anyway, thanks for everything, and here's something to remember me by." He pressed her mouth with his in a fiercely voracious kiss that took her breath away with its violence. Then he broke away sharply. Without a backward glance he slipped into the Porsche, Max close behind, gunned the motor and roared away.
Not fifteen minutes later, after a blitzkreig job of cheeking out of their hotel, Max and Ian were zipping safely along the road to Paris, in totally euphoric spirits. The emeralds were where they belonged-in Ian's pocket, right over his heart.
"Can't believe it," Max laughed good naturedly, "just plain can't believe it!" They had a bottle of expensive French brandy which they were passing back and forth in celebration. "To think that all along we thought the *key ring' was a trap to expose us! It's just plain hilariousr
"Yeah, well I'm kind of glad we didn't know," Ian replied with his suave, cool smile. "It made all that cunt a lot more exciting to think that our heads were on the block! Anyway, in spite of a tight moment with Johnny di Luca, we got out of St. Tropez with the loot and our skins intact, and that's what matters."
"Hell yes, that's what matters," Max chortled elatedly, taking a pull from the bottle. "And what a good laugh!" He smiled, remembering the sequence of events. Then his handsome face broke into a broad Texas grin. "And you know what the best part of the laugh is, buddy?" he added.
"No, whatf"
"All those gorgeous dames who gave out their favors to us free didn't know for a minute that we had a fortune in jewels right in our back pockets!"
"You're right," Ian replied with amusement "Those poor darlings are working their cunts off, and here they let two millionaires slip, right from under their noses."
Max reached over and patted Ian's bulging breast pocket for reassurance. The comforting feel of hard, cold emeralds met his fingers. "Well, we pulled it off," he sighed in delight and self-satisfaction. "The million dollar snatch!"
"And as usual," Ian smiled coolly, "we got a lot more snatch than we bargained for!"