Chapter 14
"You've all heard about the boys in the old days having a harem," Janet said, standing near the throne. "We've all enjoyed movies with harem girls dancing around in almost nothing...." She swayed her generous hips and the men applauded. Her large breasts jiggled.
"Well, we'll do the next best thing. The boys can take turns being Sultan. And girls-treat 'em good. We want to let 'em know they're real he-men."
"We drew lots while you gals were getting decked out," Hal said. "Gene's first, Rudy's second and I'm third. Okay? Let's swing!"
Just an excuse for fondling each other, Becky thought. But it is different....
The last drink and Hal's caresses gave her courage. She followed a giggling Tina to the throne and Gene took his place in the chair. Janet immediately sat on the arm at his right, leaning forward so the Sultan could touch her breasts or thighs if he so desired. A wave of excited cries rose above the throb of the music coming from the stereo. Becky decided to take the other arm. She tried to keep her legs together so her dark triangle wouldn't show, but the pose kept it exposed.
Tina stood in front of Gene, weaving her body, giggling. She appeared more emotionally stirred than Janet-this kind of stuff was right down her alley. She loved to display her charms.
Becky riffled Gene's hair and squirmed as close to him as she could.
"Just relax, honey," Janet said to Gene. "Let the girls give you a lot of attention!"
Janet slipped her hand along the Sultan's legs, and the other two men whooped when her fingers stole beneath his brief "pants." Becky knew right away the men wore nothing underneath their costumes. Gene was aroused-already.
Becky leaned closer, and Gene's hand came up to her breasts. His caresses made her shiver. She felt her nipples turn pointy. Sensuous thrills added to her rising need. Tina weaved her hips in provocative invitation....
The show continued. Gene transferred his hands to Janet. She laughed when he fondled her lush wide-open thighs. Becky ran her fingers along Gene's shoulders, down across his muscular chest. She found herself looking down at his bared masculinity and felt a sudden wave of liquorish desire.
"Those old boys really lived!" Gene cried.
Becky experienced another kind of excitement when she transferred her attention to Tina. Her hips rolled in quickening bursts of wildly abandoned thrusts; her soft breasts were nearly ready to fall out of their thin yellow covering.
The rest of the show became a kind of hazy dream. When Rudy's turn came he barely touched her, but she was already zestfully stimulated. The wisecracks rang in her ears.
Finally it was Hal's turn and Becky grew bolder. This time she touched his loins, held his manhood and felt the wonderful size of him, and she was gratified that he gave her plenty of tantalizing caresses ... She loosened her bra and when his lips captured a tender nipple she felt the thrills clear to her toes.
When it ended at last, the pairing followed right away. Rudy and Tina wandered into the bedroom where the girls had disrobed. Janet took Gene upstairs....
"Now, I've got you!" Hal whispered, leading her to a sofa.
Already her knees were weak. She sank down gratefully, rather dizzy, extremely excited.
Hal immediately untied his "loin cloth," tossing it aside. He cuddled Becky close, fondling her nude breasts, kissing her shoulder. Her thrall of need was sharp, a goad in her loins. All the touchings, the nakedness, the abandoned tossing of hips, especially Tina's, had made her shivery for the rest, for totality.
As Hal's lips reached hers, for the first time, she had no trouble at all in imagining he was Zane. She closed her eyes....
The searching tongue in her mouth, testing her heat, her desire, belonged to someone else. The hand spiring her nipples she had seen holding a coke glass, and she realized that she had wanted Zane right then. Vodka loosened the inhibitions and the subconscious trends of her thought.
Oh, Zane, why didn't you take me to a motel and wash away all this uncertainty? Rudy doesn't need me any more the way I want to be loved. He's off on some crazy tangent-he and his precious hair piece-and I have to have total love and affection to be really happy. This is a game. I'm not much better than a common whore. Maybe worse!
She yielded to Hal's gentle fondlings. He eased her back on the sofa and she opened her thighs. He took her surely, gently, and at first she thought she was going to really sail. He was all man. He knew how to hold her, how to tease her nipples with his tongue and lips, but she lost the image of Zane.
He was far away now-there was no more magic. She was being invaded and sounded and filled by someone else. She admired Hal's efficiency. He was what hip girls called a great "bedroom mechanic." He brought her passion as far along as he could with manly teasings and delays and simmering kisses.
She knew she wasn't going to reach heaven-but at last she felt a wrenching kind of spasm that tightened her thighs about him and answered some of her need to be held and fondled and adored. Her little jerks of release were not the deep true kind she craved....
When Hal had his peak of feeling she gave him what was left of her rapture-and then a great emptiness followed.
His body above her was damp with perspiration. She turned her head and felt tears of disappointment trickle down her cheeks.
I'm not even a real hot party girl, she thought, remembering her earlier failure with Gene.
Hal slipped away from her, saying he would be back soon. She rested, relaxed. She was depleted from pure physical exertion.
I suppose he'll want to again soon, she thought. He's got this idea that slender, long-legged girls are great stuff. I had more fun with Tina....
A sound from the nearby bedroom made her lift her head. Rudy was in there with Tina. Weren't they through yet?
Curious, she used Hal's handkerchief, found her pantaloons and slipped them on. She walked quietly over by the bedroom door and listened. Hal had gone upstairs. She would hear him when he came back.
"Try again, honey!" Tina begged. There was an odd note of desperation in her voice. She wasn't giggling now.
Is something the matter with her? Becky wondered. Is she too drunk?
Rudy said something she couldn't hear.
"I know I can make it this time, honey!" Tina said. An edge of uncertainly was nakedly evident in his pleading voice.
This was really rich! Giggly, flirty, hip-swinging Tina wasn't having her fun. She certainly did with me, though....
A coldness gripped Becky. She backed away from the door, heading for the bar. Strange ideas were crawling around in her head. She had heard about girls who were outwardly sexy in appearance but were cold in bed. Had she and Gene cooked up this switch club-since they were obviously the leaders-because both of them were frustrated at home?
It seemed a logical answer. Perhaps even Hal hadn't found the blonde very exciting.
Maybe Tina has her real pleasure with Janet!
Oh, I wish I had never got into this awful mess!
She longed to leave for home-but her clothes were in the bedroom where Rudy had Tina. Besides, she couldn't just run home, across lots.
She was beginning to have an emotional and physical hangover. She went to the sofa and curled up, waiting for Hal. She would tell him she was too drunk to play games for the rest of the night-maybe he could go in and help Rudy with Tina.
Her hands clenched. She had to make a drastic change in her life; she couldn't go on and on, like this....
Zane Finch sat at the bar of Pender's most extravagant night club, the Silver Nugget, and nursed a highball. He was restless. He had tried reading at his motel and had given it up.
He had called Rudy's number again about eight o'clock, hoping to catch Becky-but again no one had answered. They probably were out for the evening and he had cruised the better cocktail lounges hoping to see them, wanting another look at Rudy's lovely young wife.
He couldn't shake her out of his mind. She was so real, so genuine. She had Class-she was Triple-A, plus. Before dark he had driven by their house on Hillside Drive after getting their address from the telephone directory. A good part of town-Rudy was at least in a prosperous-appearing neighborhood.
On several of his stops around the joints he had noticed a showy redhead and he was about to leave the Nugget when the girl came through the front door alone as before.
She gave him a come-on smile and wriggled onto a bar stool at his left. He was used to interested girlish glances. Women nowadays were bolder. But she wasn't local, he could see that. She had the mannerisms of a big-city number. He pegged her for either a model on vacation or a high-priced call girl. In his travels he had seen plenty of both.
He hadn't had a twist in bed for over a week. He wondered if she might be diverting-at least for one evening. Becky was out of his reach, unavailable, married. He had had enough of Rudy's venom in past years. Any hint that he liked his brother's wife would send Rudy into a rage.
"These little burgs are dull," the redhead said, giving him a calculative smile.
He smiled. Why not? "May I buy you a drink?"
She accepted, and it began very smoothly Her pale green frock was slashed deeply at the throat and she had plenty of smooth flesh showing. As they became acquainted he could sense the envy of other stags at the bar.
She was from Portland and was about ready to return. She had been visiting friends in Pender. An auto accident had held her up for a few days. Her name was Irene.
As was the unspoken custom he gave her only his first name.
"You look a little familiar," she said, on the second highball. "Have I met you somewhere before?"
"Don't recall it," he said. "I'm sure I would have remembered." She laughed.
A few moments later they were at a table for two in a shadowy corner near the dance floor. The same old routine. When he got her on the floor she pressed her lush body close and the subtle swaying of her hips, the pressure of her breasts on his chest, told him she was ready for action.
Some of them were almost too easy. It took the spice out of it. Still, she was the best unattached female he had seen all evening. She would do for a one-night stand.
Of course, she could be a teaser and she might want a couple of twenties for a lay. He wasn't going to pay her, though. He hadn't dished out any money for a broad since his last trip through Vegas. And he hadn't been very pleased with that. She had merely performed a necessary function.
Why in hell do I keep thinking about Becky? Why is she married to my own brother...?