Chapter 2
It was five-thirty by the time Drew came home. Candy had lain in the bed wide awake, sobbing and trembling from the time old man Ferguson had left. There was no possibility of sleeping. The old man's rape had been like the climax of misery, one more horrible turn of events, and the unhappy young wife lay confused and numb from the experience. The only ray of hope she had was that at least when her husband came home she could hold him tightly, perhaps even cry a little and gain some measure of comfort. It seemed forever before the hotel room door opened and she saw her young spouse framed in the hall light. Silently she watched him as he lurched into the bed room, trying to appear as if he wasn't drunk. He slammed the door behind him, and his anxious young wife heard him undressing in the dark, clumsily trying to remove his trousers.
"Drew ... turn on the light. I'm not asleep."
"You're ... you're awake? Don't you have to work in the morning?" His voice was thick and fuzzy from the alcohol.
"I was ... I was just waiting for you ... I had a hard time falling asleep." How could she tell him what had happened? It didn't even seem to matter now; all she wanted was to hold him. "Come to me, darling." She held out her arms and he slipped into her embrace, snuggling next to her on the bed like a small child.
"Candy ... I...." His voice was heartbreakingly pathetic.
"Yes, darling. I'm here ... what is it?"
"I ... I just couldn't win. I tried ... I tried as best as I could ... but goddammit, I just couldn't win!"
He seemed so hurt and helpless that his blonde wife's own problems seemed to vanish. She held him closer, trying to soothe away his care.
"Oh darling, don't worry. It doesn't matter. You've lost before ... it just doesn't matter.
It'll all be better in the morning. Believe me, everything's going to be fine."
"Oh ... ooh Candy...." His voice sounded far away, and his wife knew he was drifting into a heavy, drunken sleep. "I ... I'm so ashamed ... I ... tried ... I really tried...."
Candy was awake at ten, and when she came out of the kitchen with morning coffee she was surprised to find her young husband already awake and sitting at the table.
"Oh honey, why don't you just sleep for the whole morning. You look exhausted."
"Candy, I have to talk to you about something."
The blonde bride set the coffee down, poured two cups, then sat across from him. The tone of his voice disturbed her; there was an edge of panic in it that she noticed right away, and his face seemed ashen, as if something was really wrong.
"What is it, darling?"
"Something ... something happened last night. I don't even know how it happened. Maybe all the goddamned booze or something ... or the excitement...."
He was trying to be calm, but his hand was shaking so much that he spilled coffee every time he raised the cup to his lips. Candy felt her heart begin to beat heavily in her chest in anticipation of what he was going to say.
"Tell me Drew ... what happened?"
"It's ... it's the gambling...."
"I thought you were winning last night? When I left...."
"Yes, I was winning ... for a while. But ... I don't know ... my luck just seemed to change. I had three thousand dollars right in my hand ... three thousand dollars! Then ... my luck just changed. I started to lose with every spin of the wheel. I started losing. I tried everything but nothing worked. Goddammit, nothing worked! Everybody kept patting me on the back and telling me I was just on a losing streak, that it would change. Even Lou ... hell, he kept giving me more and more chips to play."
The young bride began to get frightened. There was a painful look deep in her husband's eyes, and she knew instinctively that something terrible had happened at the gambling table. And when he mentioned Lou Grady, she was convinced that her husband was in trouble.
"Where did the chips come from, Drew? The ones that Lou kept giving you. Where did the money come from?"
"It was Lou's money...."
Candy held her breath and the tips of her fingers grew cold as ice. "How much ... how much was it?" There was a long silence as Drew put his head in his hands, shaking it slowly from side to side. Finally he mumbled something, but it was too low to hear.
"I can't hear you, Drew."
"It was ... six thousand dollars, and ... I've got to pay it back ... today!"
Candy couldn't believe what he said, and at first she just stared at him as if he hadn't said a thing. But slowly the enormity of the sum hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Oh my God! My God!" she said, her voice shaking with disbelief. "How could you do it? How? We haven't got enough money to buy groceries! How are we ever going to pay back six thousand dollars! Oh my God ... Drew!"
Suddenly her anxious young husband rose up from the table, and he stumbled over to his wife, kneeling before her and burying his face in her lap.
"I'm sorry, honey, I'm so sorry ... so sorry...."
She could feel him trembling against her, holding her tightly, begging for help. But her mind was still stunned by the revelation of how much he had lost at the tables. It was more money than she had ever remotely had at one time in her life. How could they ever pay it back? Neither of their parents had any money at all, and there was nobody left to borrow from.
"I don't know how it happened ... He pulled away from her, his eyes wild with confusion, as the words came tumbling out of him. "It was all going so well ... honey, Lou told me he has a contract from Arcade Records. They want to sign me to a big contract, big advance, everything. I couldn't wait to tell you, I was so goddamned happy. It's the chance we've been waiting for ... and then I screwed the whole thing up ... threw it all away with a few spins of the wheel."
"But ... but Drew, what do you mean? If you have a contract with Arcade Becords, that means you can pay Lou back. There's no question of it!"
"No ... it's funny. I said that to Lou ... but ... I don't know, he got kind of crazy and said that it was no soap, that he was tired of waiting around for me to get it together."
"What? I don't understand? Drew, that doesn't make sense to me; he's your agent. He knows you're going to make big money for him. Why does he want the money today?"
"How the hell do I know? All I know is he said if I didn't pay him back, he'd have ... he'd have Carlos work me over."
"Carlos? You mean ... Mr. Haver's bodyguard?" At once an image flashed into the young wife's mind of the huge Puerto Rican bodyguard who worked for Walter Haver, the owner of the Star Club, and it was rumored, a businessman worth millions. Carlos was over six feet tall, every inch packed with muscle like a steel machine.
"Lou said ... that if I didn't get smart and pay up, he'd have Carlos ... break every finger in both my hands."
A stab of pain, as sharp as if she'd been slashed with a knife, tore through Candy as he spoke. If Drew's hands were broken, it would mean the end of everything. His career would be ruined, and she knew, he would be destroyed as a human being. His music, his piano playing, meant everything to him, and to her as well.
"Honey," the young husband said nervously "I don't know what to do. I think these guys are gangsters ... really big-time gangsters, and I'm afraid now what they'll do to me. I didn't realize it at first; I thought ... hell, Lou was going to make me a star, everything was fine. I didn't even think anything about the Annex, and the gambling, or wonder why the cops didn't bother them ... it all just seemed like a terrific dream come true. But, my God, it's awful."
"Yes ... yes," his blonde spouse murmured numbly, "it is awful."
They sat quietly for several moments, the room darkened except for a brilliant shaft of sunlight that came through a half-opened window. Candy's mind spun in anxious turmoil. First it had been the old man the night before and now it was this. Her entire world was falling away like a pack of cards; everything she had hoped for, believed in, was over-finished, like a horrible nightmare suddenly come true.
"Drew," she said almost listlessly, "what are we going to do?"
"Candy ... there ... there might be a way out" There was something in his tone of voice that made his young wife grow suspicious, for she instinctively sensed that he had thought about what he was going to say right now; there was a falseness in his emotion that she recognized right away. "Honey, maybe if you talked to Grady ... tell him to let me have more time ... maybe until after I've got that record contract...."
Candy stiffened and drew slightly away from her clinging young husband.
"Drew ... what are you asking me to do?
You know how I feel about Lou Grady ... and you know how he feels about me."
"Jesus, what are you thinking of?" he asked, with a slightly wounded tone to his voice. "My God, I don't want you to pull any funny business with him; what kind of a man do you think I am? Just ... just talk to him ... you know, with tears and stuff ... you know how men are; they can't refuse a woman who's crying. Lou's got to give in! I know he will! Just get him to give me that contract and wait a while for the money. I can't do a thing with the guy, but I know you could! He's a pushover! Candy ... for me ... please ... it's ... it's our only chance."
His wife watched him carefully and saw that there were tears forming in his eyes. She wondered if they were real or not, whether her husband was "performing" to get her to get him out of a tight spot. Did he really think that Lou Grady wouldn't want more than a few tears and a little pleading to satisfy him?
Drew seemed to sense what his wife was thinking, and he changed his tone with her.
"Look, I'm not going to pretend that Lou wouldn't gladly jump in the sack with you, but I'm certain you can stall him just until he gives me the contract to sign. Then, once I get a copy of it, it won't matter what he wants."
Candy looked at him. His voice was stronger, and for the first time, she felt he was being honest with her.
"Don't you see, baby? Once I have that contract, I've got the connection with the record company, and if he tries to make trouble, I'll raise such a big stink that the publicity alone will cover us, take us right where we want to go. Grady and Haver aren't that big. Once I'm known, they wouldn't dare try anything; I'm sure of it."
"I'm ... I'm not so sure, Drew..
"Candy ... it's our only chance."
The young blonde wife looked away from the pleading eyes of her pianist-husband, staring for a long time at a water-stain on the wall. Everything that had happened in the past two days seemed totally unreal, a bizarre hallucination, and she couldn't think clearly any more. Her husband was asking her to do something that instinctively she felt was wrong. But there was no other way. Maybe ... just maybe she could do it, manage to stall Grady long enough at least to give them some time to get the money. And with a little luck maybe she could even get that contract. It was a long shot, but there was no alternative. Finally, she took her husband's hand.
"All right ... I'll try. I'll do what I can."
"Thanks honey ... thanks a million."
Candy went to work that day as usual at the Star Club, working the hat-check concession for the twelve to eight shift. She tried to think of different approaches to Grady, stories she could tell him to play on his sympathy, but she finally decided that the best thing to do would be to play it fairly straight and hope that the man's desire for her was great enough to keep him satisfied with promises for the future. Finally, at about four-thirty, at the time when there were few customers, he came in. Seeing him, the young blonde wife's heart sank, for there was that old deep feeling of dislike she had for him, particularly him dressed in a black silk suit, black shirt and white tie. At first he didn't even glance her way, almost as if he knew she wanted to see him, but finally he came sauntering by the hat-check concession.
"Hi, baby, how's it goin' today?"
"Oh, same as usual. It's always slow between lunch and dinner." She tried to keep her voice as steady as possible.
"Guess Drew came home pretty late last night. Hope it didn't make you mad. I know how it is when a guy comes home late, and the wife gets all upset,"
"Well, I do my best to try and understand my husband. You and he had quite a time, from what he told me."
"He told you, did he?"
"Yes."
"Did he tell you everything?"
"You mean ... about the money?"
"Yeah. The money. My money."
He leaned over the counter and stared into Candy's green eyes.
"Yes ... I ... I know ... he said ... he said it was quite a lot."
"Yeah. Six thousand bucks."
"Lou ... you know that's an awful lot of money, and...."
"Yeah, to you and Lou it's a lot, but for me it ain't so much. Still, a debt is a debt."
He let his hand rest on the counter separating them and began drawing lazy circles on the shiny surface.
"Lou ... I want to talk to you. ..."
"Has Drew got the money for me like he said?"
At first the pianist's wife thought of giving the hulking agent a story about her family sending her the money, but she knew it wouldn't work. He knew she came from poor people, just like he did.
"No, he doesn't have it, Lou." Slowly, she let her hand also fall to the counter and edge very slowly toward his. "Lou, isn't there some way you can give Drew a little more time ... at least ... at least until the contract is signed...."
Grady looked at her sharply and a slow smile spread on his thick lips.
"So, he told you about the contract, huh?" He moved his hand closer to hers until they were finally touching. Slowly, very slowly, he rubbed his fingers lightly against her hand. "Great, isn't it? Arcade Records. Big time, you know. Maybe put out a record of old favorites; that stuff's sellin' real big now, music for dancing and ... romance...." His hand closed suddenly over hers and he held it tightly, too tightly.
"Lou, I ... you're hurting me."
"Oh, sorry, baby, I'd never want to hurt you. You got such pretty hands. Drew's got nice hands, too. Be a shame if anything happened to them, you know?"
Candy felt a chill go through her at his words, and a light film of sweat broke out on her forehead. Finally, Lou released his grip on her hand and instead began stroking it lightly, suggestively.
"Lou, can't we talk it over ... the contract means so much to Drew, and...."
"Sure we can talk it over, baby," he said, smiling. "Why don't you meet me upstairs when you're finished. In Mr. Haver's private suite."
"That'd be fine, Lou..
"Good. I'll look forward to it baby." Sud denly, without warning, he reached up and fully grabbed the supple curve of her left breast, pressing his palm against the white blouse she wore. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled his hand away, smiled slyly, turned and walked away.
At eight, Candy was relieved at the hatcheck concession by the girl who worked the late shift, and the troubled young wife went into the back room to change from her uniform into a modest, yet revealing dress. She had decided that, while she didn't want to "come on" to Lou, she could at least flirt a little, hopefully to bait him just enough to give her whit she wanted. Looking at herself in a full-length mirror, she was pleased at the way the dark green A-line dress molded to the firm curves of her slim young body.
Maybe, she thought to herself, maybe it's time to use what I have to help Drew and me get someplace. Maybe I've been too prim and proper all this time. Of course, I don't want to go too far, but maybe I can go just far enough to get us out of this mess.
The pianist's wife was feeling surprisingly confident, and carefully she began to touch up her makeup. After a few moments there was a knock on the door, and opening it, she came face to face with Carlos, Walter Haver's personal bodyguard. Moving back, she let him come into the room.
Carlos del Valle was an impressive, even terrifying example of masculinity. At age 24, he had been "discovered" by Mr. Haver on a vacation trip to Puerto Rico and had been brought back to Chicago to be Haver's personal bodyguard. He was six feet six inches tall with a noble, almost aristocratic, dark-skinned face set off by two flashing coal-black eyes. His hair was a mass of ebony curls, gleaming with the light oil he always used to groom it. His shoulders and chest were massive, thanks to extensive body-building work, with bulging muscles swollen with exercise. His waist tapered into a surprising narrowness, but his legs were strong and powerful, two thick pillars that supported his impressive frame. He was dressed, as usual, in a clinging white turtleneck jersey that emphasized his rippling physique and a pair of skin-tight electric-blue silk trousers with an enormous bulge in the crotch that always made Drew's wife blush slightly when she glanced at it. There was no doubt that he was a formidable man, and his prowess as a bodyguard was undisputed. Everyone at the Star Club held him in awe and fear, terrified of being his victim.
"Meesus James," he said, speaking in a surprisingly gentle low-pitched voice with a strong Spanish accent, "Meester Grady says he wants to see you now."
"I ... I was just coming," the young wife replied, unable to keep from momentarily glancing at the out-lined male flesh in his trousers. Candy remembered the night a drunk and irate customer had taken a swing at Haver. Carlos had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, grabbed the man's fist in midair and crushed it with his own hand until the man had screamed and fainted. Then the huge Puerto Rican had picked him up like a toy and carried him outside to stuff him upside down in the sports-car the doorman had brought around.
Now Carlos signaled to her to follow him, and dutifully Drew's wife let him lead her to the elevator. He pushed a button and the elevator rose silently to the third floor where Walter Haver had his private suite. Stepping out, the dark-skinned giant rang the doorbell next to the set of wide, solid mahogany double doors. Lou Grady answered a few moments later, ushering them in with a broad smile on his face.
"Glad to see you honey, come right in."
Candy found herself in a spacious living room, decorated in expensive Danish modern, bright colors everywhere and a huge bar in one corner. A vast window looked out on the glittering Chicago skyline.
"How about a little drink, kid?" he said, "before we get down to business?"
Without waiting for an answer, he motioned to Carlos who immediately went to the bar and began mixing drinks.
"Sit down, Candy," Lou said, indicating a large black leather sofa. The young wife sat as demurely as she could, trying to mask her nervousness. Grady sat across from her in a matching leather lounge chair. Soon the massive Latin bodyguard brought two tall drinks, gave one to Drew's wife and to Grady, then retired to a stool at the bar. There was no sound in the room except the clinking of ice cubes and the soft music coming from a hidden sound system.
"Don't be nervous, honey," the balding agent said solicitously, "just drink up and relax. Everything's going to be fine." Both sipped quietly for a moment on the drinks, and then Lou got up.
"I'm just gonna freshen up a little, baby," he said. "Get outta this damn suit and into something more comfortable. Be right back."
Candy felt a little better after he disappeared into another room, and she drank almost greedily from her drink. Carlos quickly gave her a second one as soon as she finished the first. The drink seemed to calm her down a bit, and she settled back into the soft plushness of the leather soft. The pretty blonde felt considerably more confident now, so confident that she hadn't noticed the unusual care that Carlos had taken in mixing the drink, nor did she notice the small amount of strange clear liquid that he had used to augment the frosty drink.
A few moments later Lou Grady returned, having changed into a full-length red silk Japanese lounging robe. This time he settled himself on the couch next to Candy, and the pianist's wife could smell the heavy, sweet cologne he had liberally used on himself. Obviously the stocky agent was preparing himself for much more than Candy intended to offer, and the young bride hoped she hadn't let herself in for more than she bargained for.
"Shall we talk about Drew's contract?" Grady began, accepting a drink from Carlos. "And about the money he owes me?"
As he spoke, Candy found herself feeling somewhat strange. She had a hard time focussing her eyes, and her lips seemed a little numb. She tried to concentrate, but found her mind kept wandering away. It was only with great effort that she was able to understand Grady as he spoke to her.
"So tell me, baby-where's Drew gonna get that bread he owes me? Huh?"
"I ... I don't know, Lou. Honestly, don't you think you could give him a little more time?
Is it so important that he pay you right away?"
"Yeah, it's important to me. The kid's gotta learn how to handle himself if he wants to make it in this business. If he's gonna throw money around like that, particularly if it ain't his own, he's gonna get into big trouble, and maybe with guys who ain't so understanding as I am. He's gotta learn his lesson; that's all." Grady watched with sly amusement as Candy glanced down miserably into her drink. "Ah, but listen honey; I got a soft heart. I'm gonna make you a proposition."
Drew's wife stiffened slightly in anticipation.
"A ... a proposition? What do you mean?"
"Well, just that I'm gonna give you an opportunity to win back what Drew lost. That is, if you're willing to take a gamble."
"I ... I don't understand."
'You will. Carlos, mix the little lady another drink, will you?" He stood up, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come on, I'll show you.
Trembling nervously, Candy followed the short, heavy-set agent into the next room. It was a large and beautifully decorated bedroom. Like the living room, it was decorated in luxurious modern design. One wall was completely covered with a smoky glass mirror; another was all windows, again opening onto the Chicago night scene. In the center of the room was a huge circular bed, covered with a gold silk coverlet. The entire room, save for gold trim, was completely black. An enormous roulette table stood near the bed and some slot machines.
"Nice place, huh?" Grady remarked as Carlos handed Candy a third drink. "He always lets me use it when he's away on business. That roulette table is inlaid with ivory."
"Yes ... yes, it's very nice," the young blonde bride said, feeling strangely warm and faintly dizzy. "But what does this have to do with me?"
"Simple. We're going to gamble at the table, just like Drew did last night. Let's see if your luck is any better. All you have to do is pick your color. If you win, the debt is cancelled and the contract is yours."
"And ... and what happens if I lose?" She had trouble getting the words out; there was a strange reaction going on in her mind and body that she didn't understand.
In response to her question, the husky agent walked over to her and traced his finger along the edge of her chin.
-"If you lose ... then I get the prize, Candy. The big prize. That nice furry little pussy you got between your legs. Fair enough?"
His words sent a shiver of shock and fear through the slim young blonde, and she tried to back away from him, but he quickly gripped her shoulder with his hand, pulling her closer to him. The smell of his heavy cologne made her even more dizzy, and she had to suppress a cry of alarm. Despite her anxiety, his touch sent a vibration like high-voltage electricity through her trembling body, and her skin tingled with an odd kind of excitement.
My God, she thought, what's happening to me?
"Don't be shocked, baby," he said soothingly, "you know I've always had a yen for you. And I ain't so bad, am I? Maybe I ain't got Drew's talent, but I got my own charm, don't you think?"
"Lou ... Lou ... I can't ... it would be wrong. I'm Drew's wife ... I've never...."
"Well, there's always a first time, you know. Besides, there's a fifty-fifty chance you'll win. Those are pretty good odds. And I'll tell you what ... even if you lose, I'll knock off a couple of grand from the debt ... and no pressure about paying it right away ... and there's still that contract. Now that ain't so bad, is it? Fair deal, huh?"
He put down his drink and held her with both hands, gently fondling her shoulders and gazing with desire into her sea-green eyes.
Candy swayed in the strength of his hands holding her. Despite her hatred for Grady, she knew that the only chance for her and Drew was to go through with it. And besides, maybe she would win! In one single turn of the wheel she could wipe away the whole horrible ugly mess, and then she and her man could make a whole new start together away from the sordidness of the Star Club. Suddenly her brain seemed to reel slightly out of control and she had trouble concentrating, a cloudiness seemed to fog her vision.
"Well Candy? What do you say?"
Grady let his hands travel down from her shoulders and come to rest on the proudly thrusting mounds of her breasts. Slowly he began to fondle them while a steady throb began to pound in his genitals.
Candy winced, and her lips contorted slightly from the combination of the drink and another man's hands touching her body. It was horrible to have someone other than Drew caressing her that way. In that moment she recalled with a shiver of fright the humiliation she had experienced at the hands of old man Ferguson, and now this! She couldn't go through it again; she just couldn't. Yet, at the same time, she knew she had no choice. Both her life and Drew's depended on her going through to the end.
"It's so easy, baby," Grady was saying, his voice sounding faraway and echo-like, "if the little ball lands on your color, you win. If it lands on mine? Well ... then I get to ram it up your hole. Okay?"
"You ... you don't have to be so vulgar," Drew's wife retorted suddenly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
"I ain't so vulgar as some people, baby. You're gettin' off easy. I could just have Carlos crack your husband's fingers instead of goin' through all this. Your pussy ain't made of gold, you know. It ain't that special."
The anxious young wife shivered once more in revulsion at the thought of the obscene agent touching her nakedly defenseless flesh. It was too horrible to contemplate. Finally she decided to stop thinking about it; it only made things worse. She couldn't let Drew down; she had to go through with it. And besides ... maybe she would win! Just maybe....
"One turn of the wheel Candy, and it's all yours," he goaded her, "you and Drew free and clear. It's practically in your hand, honey."
Finally Candy looked at him squarely in the eyes for the first time that evening and brushed a strand of platinum blonde hair away from her eyes.
"All right, Lou ... I'll do it." Grady grinned triumphantly and turned her toward the waiting table. He had lusted after the pianist's innocent young wife for a long time, and now it had finally arrived. He smiled inwardly also at the secret thought that by the time they had finished the game, she would be ready for anything he wanted to do to her. Carlos had been doctoring her drinks carefully with a special drug from Puerto Rico, an aphrodisiac that was impossible to resist. The effects were already visible in the slightly dizzy blonde girl, and he sensed the telltale tremors of excitement in her voluptuous body when he had been fondling her breasts moments before. It wouldn't be much longer, he knew, before she felt the full force of it. The corrupt agent licked his lips in anticipation as, walking behind her, he watched the sensuous swaying of her smoothly rounded ass cheeks.
Man, oh man, he thought lasciviously; I can't wait to stuff my prick up into that sweet little cunt of hers.
Candy sat down on one of the stools at the roulette table, feeling strangely weak, and yet somehow warm and alive as well. She attributed it to the tension and the certainty she harbored in the back of her mind that she would win. She had to!
"What'll it be, Candy, red or black?"
Carlos stood nearby, waiting for the ravishing blonde's answer. His hand was poised at a panel of concealed buttons that controlled the glittering wheel. If the weight of the ball depressed the wrong color in one of the grooves, the metal rib that separated the red and black would lower just long enough to allow the ball to move over one color. With the wheel still spinning, it was virtually impossible to detect.
"Well, baby? What's it gonna be? Pick your lucky color."
Candy hesitated a minute before answering.
"Red," she said finally. I'll take red."
Carlos quickly pushed the button with the small "B" in the center and moved away from the wall.
"Then that makes me black," Grady said jauntily. Tell you what; why don't we have Carlos here spin the wheel; that way neither of us can cheat."
He moved around next to her and dropped his hand to her thigh. As he moved it all the way up until it was nestled firmly between the juncture of her legs, Candy felt a violent, trembling sensation akin to sexual hunger racing through her.
What's the matter with me? she thought in panic. He touched me and it's arousing me! I can't stand the sight of him ... and yet ... his hands feel so good.
Grady felt the hot moistness of her skin, felt her move beneath his hand and knew then that the drinks were truly taking effect. It wouldn't be long now. He'd have the luscious Mrs. Drew James exactly where he wanted her.
The confused, drugged blonde tried to tear her thoughts away from the strangely erotic feelings that Grady was triggering in her drugged body. She forced her eyes to concentrate as the dark-skinned bodyguard nodded to both of them and casually spun the wheel. At first she could see nothing but an indistinguishable blur, but then as the silvery wheel slowed, she could hear the whirring of the ball turn into clicking as it clacked against the metal grooves. The ball went slower and slower until it started rolling toward the center of the spinning wheel; then it finally stopped.
"Eeet's green!" Carlos remarked, surprising them both.
Grady almost choked on his drink when he realized that the ball had settled into one of the two green grooves fn the wheel. Clearing his throat, he told Carlos to spin again. Looking quickly at Candy, he noticed the glassy-eyed expression on her face. He knew with total certainty now that the drug was working, and he smugly burrowed his hand deeper up between the girl's full firm thighs and the wheel turned once more.
Drew's wife watched intently at the wheel, but her body seemed to be responding out of her control to the agent's every touch. She couldn't seem to resist and found herself involuntarily spreading her legs so that he could touch the silken band of her panties running down between her legs. It felt so good, so incredibly good, that she didn't think to question what was happening. Instead, the drugged young wife squirmed sensuously beneath his touch, craving more of the delicious sensations that were spreading so obscenely through her body. Suddenly she was snapped out of her erotic haze when she heard Carlos announce the winner:
"Black. Black ees the winner!"
The tips of her fingers turned suddenly cold as she watched the wheel stop turning and could see the silver ball nestled in the long triangle of black lacquer. Yet, despite the loss and the fate she knew was certainly in store for her, it didn't seem to matter any longer. Grady's hand, pressed so hotly and lewdly between her legs, had aroused a maelstrom of hungering excitement throughout her helplessly responding body. Slowly, her brain began to grow more and more foggy as if the young wife was being enveloped in a dream. She wasn't even conscious of being picked up like a rag doll by the muscular Puerto Rican as he carried her to the bed. The drug had taken her over completely so that she was only a quivering mass of sexstarved female flesh.
The pianist's young wife lay on the silky cover of the bed, floating on a euphoric cloud of pleasure; a thousand hands seemed to be touching her everywhere at once, and she could dimly sense the clothes being removed from her body. Vaguely, somewhere in the deepest recesses of her consciousness, she knew she should be terrified, that she should struggle and resist, but she didn't care. She could only helplessly surrender to the flowing tide of sensuous pleasure that washed over her in waves of delight.
Grady knelt at the edge of the circular bed, running the tips of his fingers caressingly down the velvet undersides of her naked thighs. Then slowly and with obscene delight, he pulled the sheer nylons from her long, tapered legs, breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with desire.
Carlos had carefully removed her dress, and now, raising her slightly, the dark-skinned bodyguard unhooked the fasteners of her brassiere and carefully pulled it away, tossing it to the floor. Both men grinned in obscene appreciation as they saw for the first time the unbelievable fullness of her rose-tipped white breasts. Then with a conspiratorial smile, they each moved to one side of her to remove the last article of clothing: the flower-patterned, white silk bikini panties. Slowly, almost ritualistically, they hooked their fingers into the tight elastic waistband and then slowly eased the flimsy garment down over the full swell of her hips and peeled the material away from the wetly matted mound of golden pussy hair nestled up between her thighs. Unconsciously, Candy arched her back, trying, in her drug-clouded state, to help them as much as she could. Finally, they pulled the wispy thin panties down the long curving smoothness of her legs until the underwear swung free of her feet. Finally, the garment was tossed onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
Moving almost simultaneously, they began to run their hands over the softly glistening curves of her ripely developed young body, sliding their fingers across the satiny flesh of her sloping shoulders, sensuously moving down each arm and then across the thrusting expanse of her naked breasts.
"Mmmmnnn!" the semiconscious young wife moaned, her tongue darting back and forth to moisten the dryness of her lips. Her body began to tremble as two pairs of male lips began to nibble lewdly at the berry-like buds of her nipples. Hands and mouths, hot and wet, seemed to be everywhere, surrounding her, sliding across the almost-unbearable sensitivity of her erotically tingling skin. "Oooohh yeeesss
...." she groaned uncontrollably, "it feels so goood!"
Grady moved back then, allowing Carlos to continue fondling the nakedly exposed body of the pianist's wife while he hurriedly began to undress. In seconds, he was dropping his shorts to reveal his long, thick cock pulsating in eager anticipation. His cum-swollen balls beneath were aching with lust as he motioned for the big bodyguard to also undress. As Carlos hastened to obey, the naked agent forced Candy's legs wide apart, and with a cry of obscene desire, suddenly buried his face in her softly curling pussy hair. A second later, he thrust his tongue deep up inside her wetly heated cunt.
"Aaaaggghh!"
Drew's young bride was half-mad with passion now, making strange, guttural noises as she tried to reach the. man's head with her hands, trying to hold him there. She had never experienced such overwhelming excitement in her entire life. She didn't believe it was possible. She could feel Grady's long, wetly licking tongue probing and darting into the nerve-filled recesses of her tingling cunt, could feel him take the passion-hardened bud of her sensitive little clitoris between his teeth and nibble at it, sending wave after wave of lewd pleasure shooting through her helplessly writhing young body.
The massive Puerto Rican quickly finished undressing, and his powerful body gleamed in the soft light of the luxurious bedroom as he came back to the bed to join the naked couple. His huge, rigidly thickened cock was swaying stiffly like a steel crane, and his balls bulged tightly beneath as he took the drugged young wife's wildly trembling legs and spread them wider apart so that the pudgy agent could burrow his mouth and tongue even deeper into her gaping hair-rimmed vaginal opening.
Candy's mind and senses were reeling in a whirlpool of passion and forbidden desire. Flames of lewd pleasure rose searingly between her splayed thighs as Grady's tongue probed deeper and deeper into the sweet, throbbing heat of her pussy. Her arms flailed wildly and her hips churned violently in drug-spurred lust as she shamelessly offered up her secret flesh to anyone who would take it.
"Deeper! Stick your tongue in deeper!" she cried over and over, scarcely believing the erotic sensations that enveloped her from head to foot when her husband's business agent grasped the sensitive shaft of her clitoris between his teeth and tongue and rolled it salaciously around in his mouth. Suddenly, she was groaning loudly in disappointment as a cool rush of air passed over her wildly excited pussy. Oh God! Grady had pulled away just as she was reaching for a climax!
Carlos continued to hold the drugged young bride's legs wide apart while the unscrupulous agent quickly repositioned himself in the sixty-nine position over Candy's exposed nakedness so that he straddled her face with his knees. With an obscene moan of hunger, he buried his face once more in the succulent moist warmth of her pussy.
Drew's wife felt something brush across her face, and opening her eyes, saw Lou Grady's huge swolen penis only inches from her lips. The startled blonde gasped at the size of it, almost crying out in fear as he once more plunged his tongue hotly down, sliding it inside her madly throbbing pussy. But then, driven wild by the aphrodisiac, she curled her hands greedily in between his legs and reached for his thickly pulsating rod of male flesh. Raising her head, she ovaled her mouth wide and encircled it with the heated warmth of her lips, trying to draw its entire length into her lust-hungry mouth. Pulling it inside, she began to suck on his penis eagerly, as a child sucks on a lollipop, running her tongue feverishly up and down the soft underside, thrilling as it throbbed and pulsed to her oral ministrations. Tiny fires kept exploding with blinding ferocity in her brain as Grady began to thrust his hotly throbbing shaft in and out of the soft wet heat of her mouth in unison with the strokes of his tongue fucking in and out of her cunt below.
Suddenly, the pianist's drugged wife began to gasp and make little animal-like sounds. There was a fresh, even stronger burst of pleasure in her cuntal passage, resounding waves of an obscene passion that crashed inside her churning cunt like a tempestuous ocean in a storm. Her lips and tongue stopped their greedy sucking of the agent's long thick cock as she felt her climax raging toward a fiery threshold. When she stopped sucking, however, Grady pulled his mouth away. Immediately getting the message and surrendering to the onslaught of a mindless passion, the quivering young girl began to suck the hotly throbbing thickness of his cock with all her might. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled, and her belly rose and fell frantically as her abdominal and vaginal muscles pulled at his tongue. A violent explosion was beginning deep inside of her womb, and in the next moment it happened! Her orgasm erupted, exploded in blinding, searing flashes of uncontrollable pleasure. At the same time, because of her increased sucking, Grady, too, reached orgasm and suddenly hot gushes of his foaming sperm spurted into the voraciously sucking young wife's mouth. "UUUNNNGGGHHH!" the stocky agent groaned into Candy's wetly convulsing vagina, "AAANNNGGGHHH! Suck you bitch. Take it all! Suck ... suck!"
Moments later, as their passion began to abate, Lou pulled away from her, collapsing on the bed near the exhausted young wife. Candy lay half-unconscious, trying to control the quivering in her legs, feeling as if she was enveloped in a soft cocoon of darkness and warmth-calming her and allowing her to drift off into a pleasant state of unknowing peace. Dimly she heard Grady speak.
"Okay Carlos, it's your turn now. Show her how they do things in your country, eh, amigo."
Grinning lewdly, Carlos began to run his hands over the sweat-streaked body of the ravishing blonde girl as he knelt between her widely stretched legs. Grady watched with lewd interest, excited by the contrast of the dark-skinned Puerto Rican's body against the unblemished whiteness of Candy's slender frame. He smiled softly to himself, knowing that by the time the Latin bodyguard got through with her and she regained consciousness, she would be so shamed and humiliated at what she had done that she would never resist him or any demands he wanted to make on her again. And that stupid ass of a husband of hers wouldn't object to a thing. He was too weak to do anything! Chuckling, the agent hurried to the bathroom to take a fast shower.
Candy lay on the bed and submitted willingly to the ministrations of the powerful bodyguard's hands as he massaged and kneaded every inch of her naked flesh: her thighs, her hips, her proud young breasts. Her nipples blushed, then hardened once more as he cupped the ivory fullness of her breasts between his two huge palms, making ripples of new desire tingle through her drugged nervous system. She strained to open her eyes, heavy from the aphrodisiac, so that she could watch the gentleness of the man who was giving her so much pleasure. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, and then she saw him over the swelling curves of her breasts. She saw his hands, the big powerful shoulders and chest and the glistening milk-chocolate darkness of his skin. She hadn't realized that it was Carlos, and for a moment she was terrified, terrified of his strangeness, his darkness ... but then in the next second her fears were washed away by another wave of ecstasy as his hands moved down her body to cup the raised triangular mound up between her legs. He sat at her side now while his hands caressed and molded the sparse, hair-covered mound between her legs as if he was trying to change its shape. Drew's young wife stared in fascination at the broad expanse of his flawlessly muscled back, watching the hard flesh ripple as he moved. Then as he moved his hands tenderly down her sensitive inner thighs, she threw her head back, moaning, closing her eyes once more and reveling in the delicious sensations that raced through her sex-crazed body.
"Don't be afraid, Meessus James," he murmured.
She started to answer him, to tell him that she wasn't afraid, that all she wanted was for him never to stop giving her such exciting pleasure with his warm gentle hands, but no words came because a new wave of trembling desire began to rush through her. Instinctively she reached out her hands and began to explore the giant bodyguard's powerful body. She caressed the furry hardness of his chest, the rippling washboard muscles of his stomach and then finally down until her hands touched the wiry curls of black pubic hair. In the next moment, her fingers enclosed the gigantic throbbing shaft that rose from the center of his loins.
My God! she thought in her drug-induced delirium, I'll never be able to take him. It's so ... so enormous! But she couldn't resist touching the massively swollen cock, and she ran her hand up and down the entire length of it, trying to encircle it with her fingers. But they wouldn't close all the way around itl As she scratched her fingernails across the pulsating hardness of his .upward-jutting penis, it seemed to grow even larger, not steadily, but in a series of slightly jerking motions. Finally, the young bride couldn't wait any longer.
"Carlos," she pleaded, "do it to me ... I want you to come into me ... do it to me, oh God please ... please!"
As she spoke, the dark-skinned Puerto Rican began to slide over on top of her wantonly writhing body and positioned himself between her open thighs. Arching her hair-covered cunt hungrily up to greet him, Candy spread her legs wide, drew her knees up until they touched her breasts and tried to open herself as wide as possible to accept his thick rigid penis that he was slowly lowering toward her wetly pulsing cuntal entrance. Reaching down with her hands, she began to guide him into her, a mixture of fear and desire rippling through her entire being.
"It's so big ... I'm afraid ... I'm afraid I can't take it!"
The words came tumbling out almost incoherently as she tried momentarily to stop him, but it was too late. The giant bodyguard was not going to let her go now.
"Don't you worry, Senora, Carlos won't hurt you," he grinned down at her, "I take it real easy ... nice and easy...."
He lowered himself with the aid of her trembling hands until the smooth rubbery head of his cock touched the moistly heated layers of flesh up between her legs. She felt the long hard shaft begin to part her quivering vaginal slit and insinuate its way between the wide-stretched lips of her pussy already lubricated by the flowing juices of her shamelessly aroused body.
The pianist's young bride groaned, for her entire insides seemed to be stretching and expanding to receive him. There wasn't much pain at first, just a straining belt of tightness spreading through her loins. But then it began to hurt her.
"Nooo ... Nnnooo," she cried in agony. "I can't stand it, it's too much ... Nnooo!!" She screamed in pain over and over again, twisting and writhing beneath him as though he were impaling her with a hard blunt knife. Then just when she thought it would never end, the pain gradually subsided and was replaced with a renewed flood of lustful desire. Carlos thrust his pulsating hardness deeper into her, but so slowly that the increase was almost imperceptible, and the pain that would have otherwise been torturous was erased by the hot slippery liquids oozing from the walls of Candy's frantically aroused pussy.
Still, though, the huge Puerto Rican's cock was too monstrous for her, and he found that he was unable to completely bury his lust-swollen penis all the way down into the straining cuntal cavity. When he found that he had probed as far as he could go up into her belly, there still remained almost two inches of his massive rod of masculinity outside her.
The impaled young blonde held her knees spread apart as far as possible and raised her hips even higher, desperately trying to absorb more of his massive masculinity, but it was no use. Carlos remained motionless for a few seconds, allowing her inexperienced body to become accustomed to the huge shaft skewering her cunt, but she began to claw at his back, pleading for him to move within her.
"Oh please fuck me now, Carlos. Now! I want you to fuck me now. PLEASE!" Her words spurred him immediately into action. With a deep-throated grunt he began to thrust himself into her with great powerful strokes. She strained and squirmed against his thickened hardness as it pounded relentlessly deeper and deeper up into her lewdly arching body.
"AAANNNGGHH!" she wailed with a mixture of agony and masochistic passion, "you're splitting me apart! But I love it! I LOVE IT!" Her cries filled the room as his great glistening brown body, dripping with sweat, began pistoning his long rigid penis in and out of the burning heat of her cunt.
Meanwhile, Lou Grady had returned from taking a shower, dressed once more in the red silk robe, and watched with lewd excitement as Carlos, crying lustily with throaty animal noises, mercilessly fucked his enormously throbbing cock down into the ivory-white body beneath him. The voyeuristic agent felt his own passion rising once more as he watched the salacious spectacle taking place before his eyes. Finally, he began to stroke himself beneath the folds of his robe as the cries and moans from the bed drove him into a near frenzy of passion. The pressure mounted in his body as he closed his eyes and listened to the erotic screams of the flailing young wife.
"OOOOOHHH!" Candy cried in ecstasy, "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMINNGG!"
As she ground her convulsing young cunt tight up into the loins of the violently fucking Puerto Rican, Carlos began to shake with excitement as he, too, reached the climax of his passion. With a roar of triumphant release he began to buck his massive body with even greater force, suddenly spurting his hot liquid sperm far up into the feverishly thrashing young wife's quivering belly. On and on the thrusting orgasm came, and Carlos grunted in a mindless pleasure as a seemingly endless flow of male seed shot out like bullets from his gargantuan penis. Finally, as he reached the end of his orgasm, he collapsed upon the trembling body of the twice-fucked girl beneath him.
The room quieted as her moans subsided gradually into silence, and there was only the wetly sucking sound of the giant bodyguard withdrawing his flaccid penis from between her legs and rising from the bed. In the stillness, Grady suddenly became aware that the pianist's blonde wife had fainted from exhaustion, her arms and legs spread obscenely out on the mattress as though she was a puppet suddenly cut loose from its strings.
Mrs. James, he thought to himself triumphantly, you are a real fine piece of assl And you're mine, baby, all mine!
When Drew's abused young wife finally awoke from her heavy, drugged sleep there was only one dim light on in the bedroom. At first she had no idea of where she was or what had happened, but when her eyes finally focused clearly and she saw the luxurious bedroom, the memory of what had taken place came flashing back vividly into her mind. Sitting up, Candy found her head was throbbing with a dull ache, and her body ached from all the abuse it had taken, particularly from the torrid coupling with the phenomenally endowed Carlos. Slowly and unsteadily she rose from the bed, shaken by waves of shame and humiliation as she saw streaked stains of semen covering her loins and thighs and the bedcovers in disarray, a sordid reminder of what she had endured at the hands of her husband's agent. Miserably, she dragged her weary frame into the bathroom, hoping that a hot shower would wash away some of her shame.
Fifteen minutes later, feeling somewhat fresher and less degraded, she returned to the bedroom. Picking up her clothes from the floor, she slowly began to dress.
Well, she thought bitterly to herself, I did what Drew wanted. I tried to fix things ... and Lou did say he'd take something off the debt and wait a little ... that's something, isn't it? And there's still the contract. Once Drew makes a record, he'll hit it big; I just know it.
As she dressed, she heard raucous laughter coming from the other room, and she recognized Grady's laughter at once. She couldn't identify the other voice, but she assumed it was probably Carlos. Realizing that she would have to face them again, the young blonde bride began to shake and tremble, recalling vividly once more all the degradation she had been subjected to. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but as this happened, she suddenly became angry and wiped them away roughly.
No, dammit, she vowed inwardly, I'm not going to start crying. I'll just get that contract and walk out of here as if nothing happened. And he'll never get within ten feet of me again. I swear to God he won't. Finally dressed, she squared her shoulders and moved toward the door leading to the other room.
Entering, she saw at once that there was a new arrival in the elegantly decorated living room. Seated next to Grady on the sofa, laughing heartily over some joke, was Max Schlessinger, one of the Star Club's best customers. Candy had seen him dozens of times.
Max Schlessinger was a businessman, an enormously successful businessman, although Candy was not sure what his business interests really were. Rumor had it that he was actually involved with the Mob and had interest in a nationwide chain of used car lots, but whatever his source of money, there was no question that he had plenty. The unique thing about Schlessinger was not so much his money as his appearance. Around the club he was generally regarded as an eccentric, and from looking at him it was not hard to see why.
He was extremely thin, unusual for a businessman and about five feet eight inches tall; his narrowness of figure, almost like that of a professional jockey, was doubly emphasized by the fact that he always wore skin-tight custom-made leather clothing. Drew had been startled to see him in a pure white leather Edwardian cut suit that night with a pink shirt and a maroon tie. Another novel feature of the strange customer was that he was completely bald-a fact of which he was extremely proud. His smooth pate was always carefully shaved and polished. His face was narrow, with a long hook nose. His eyes were small, dark and beady with thick black eyebrows above them, and his mouth was thin and tight, a watery pink color. He always wore a diamond earring in his left earlobe. If the young blonde bride hadn't known better she would have almost thought he was a "swish," but she had heard stories from the other girls about his insatiable sexual appetite. Although the voluptuous blonde didn't care much for him, she had to admit he was fascinating.
He and Grady were talking together animatedly, but as Candy entered the room they ceased their conversation and turned their attention onto her. Candy blushed slightly and felt a shiver of humiliation burn through her. After all, she was sure they had been discussing what had happened earlier. She wished she could leave some other way, but it was impossible. She had to see Drew get that contract.
She moved forward, and the men, surprisingly, stood up.
""Candy baby, nice to see you up," Grady said brightly. "How about a drink?" He moved to the bar. "You know Mr. Schlessinger, don't you? He sure knows you."
"Hello Candy," he said in his high-pitched, almost-feminine voice, "Certainly we know each other. God, we've seen each other time and time again downstairs in the club, haven't we?"
"Hello, Mr. Schlessinger," Drew's wife said hesitantly. "Lou ... can I talk to you alone for a minute?"
"Alone? Candy baby, whaddya want to be alone for? I got no secrets from Max here. Not one."
"Well, I hope not, Lou," Schlessinger replied with a raised eyebrow. "I certainly hope not."
"Sure, I tell you everything." The slyly smiling agent handed Candy a drink. Then he fixed her with a penetrating look. "Sometimes in absolute detail, like that beautiful blow-job I just got from little Candy here!"
The pianist's humiliated young wife felt a sudden well of anger surge through her. Oh God! The filthy beast had told Schlessinger all about the sordid scene that had taken place in the bedroom.
"You pig!" she found herself shouting suddenly. In the next instant she threw the contents of her glass into his star led face.
"Why you fuckin' bitch!" he snarled, wiping the liquid from his face. Without warning, he raised his arm and slapped Candy viciously across the face, sending the startled young girl reeling back in shock and surprise, her face stinging painfully from the force of his blow.
"Baby, you just made a big mistake. A very big mistake." The red-haired agent wiped the drink from his coat with a handkerchief and spoke with a voice that was tense and hoarse from his rising anger. "Now you just sit down on that chair, my sweet little cunt. Ol' Lou is gonna mix you a drink, and you're gonna sit quiet and drink it while I talk. And you're gonna listen to me baby, 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna sock you around a little more, understand?"
The humiliated young bride nodded meekly, trying to keep the hot tears from spilling from her eyes. The room was silent for a moment except for the clinking of glass and the girl's soft, anxious breathing. Lou handed her the drink, a sneering smile on his lips, then sat down across from her next to Schlessinger on the couch, crossing his legs and let the folds of his loose kimono fall open to obscenely reveal his hairy testicles. His thin elegant companion only stared at the shivering young bride, his small dark eyes riveted to her ripely curving young frame.
"Mrs. James," Lou began evenly, "nobody throws drinks into Lou Grady's face, get that?"
"Even if it is expensive stuff," Max added, giggling slightly.
"Shut up, Max," the annoyed agent spat. He turned his attention once more to Drew's wife. "It disturbs me, baby, that such a pretty young girl such as yourself would do such a thing. It doesn't really show the proper respect, know what I mean? Respect. It's a pity, isn't it, Max, that she never learned the proper respect."
The eccentric man's thin lips curled back into a leering smile.
"Yes, it is ... but you know ... It isn't only a matter of respect ... it's a matter of discipline as well. Discipline is very, very important, you know. That's something I learned as a child. The importance of discipline. Discipline and respect go hand in hand."
"Exactly, Max," Grady said, smiling conspiratorially at his beak-nosed friend. "Candy, I gotta admit you did a pretty good job in the bedroom. I was telling Max here how good you were. The young blonde winced inwardly and held fiercely back on the tears that threatened at any moment to cascade down her beautiful young face. "In fact you were so good that I almost figured I'd just give you that contract and forget about the debt...." He paused to brush at his kimono again. "But then you did this. It's a pity, my dear, because you've made me angry. Very angry." The bulky agent paused, thinking to himself how perfectly she'd fallen into his hands. He liked being able to humiliate the snotty young blonde, and now that she had thrown the drink in his face, he was even feeling a little self-righteous and felt perfectly justified in doing anything to the wife of his weak-willed pianist-client that he fancied. "Yeah, I was gonna let you go tonight with the contract, and everything but that drink changed all that. Now I gotta think of some way to get my integrity back. You owe me a lot more than money, baby, you owe me my pride. How do you think we can settle the debt, Max?"
Schlessinger thought pensively for a moment, then let his hand fall to the crotch of his tight white leather trousers, and he began to shamelessly rub the huge mound made by his genitals, obscenely pressing his hands against the warmly throbbing area.
"I wouldn't be too hard on her, Lou," the thin man said, staring hungrily at the pretty young blonde. "I'm sure she was just upset about things...."
"But we can't forget about respect ... and discipline," the heavy-set agent interjected, also letting his hands graze over the slowly awakening flesh of his lewdly exposed genitals.
"Yes ... discipline," Max said as he unzipped the fly of his trousers and slowly withdrew the rapidly stiffening thickness of his ample cock. "We should teach this sweet thing some discipline."
Candy shivered and began to sob softly and helplessly. The shame and degradation they were subjecting her to was too much for her shattered nerves. Max leaned across and patted her on the knee.
"Don't worry, my dear, we won't hurt you. We just want to have a little fun. Discipline doesn't have to be drab, after all. And if you're very nice to me, Candy, perhaps I can talk to Lou and make things easier on you and your husband. In fact, I'm sure I could help you out. Of course you'll have to cooperate a little, but that's life, after all Cooperation. And discipline, of course."
"Stop, stop it!" Drew's wife cried suddenly. It's horrible. Why are you doing this to me? I can't ... do what you want. I can't."
Candy knew only too well that Lou and Max were suggesting that if she only submitted to their lewd desires, they would again consider canceling the debt her husband owed the sleazy agent. Confused and miserable, the humiliated young wife began to cry with huge gulping sobs. Slowly Grady rose from the couch and took her trembling hand and lifted her to her feet, quickly slipping his eager hands around her buttocks, squeezing them.
"You don't have to answer right away, Candy. Why don't you go home and think about it. You're a free woman, you know. You can walk out of here of your own free will. You don't ever have to come back. That is, unless you'd like to help your husband. Most wives would be only too happy to do something to help their man's career. I don't see why you're making such a big thing of it. I'm giving you the chance, the second chance, to wipe out that debt, give me back my honor and get a record contract for Drew in the bargain."
"And ... and what happens if I do walk out of here, forever."
"Nothing will happen to you, Candy. You, as I told you, are a free woman. But ... Drew still has a debt to pay ... and if he can't ... well, I'll just have to break his fingers ... just to teach him he can't mess around with the big boys and not expect to get hurt. And maybe I'd have the boys break his face while they're at it. To pay back the integrity that his stupid wife took away from me. So think it over, honey. Think it over."
"Oh God," she moaned. "You can't do anything to him. Please!"
"Does that mean you're going to cooperate?" Grady asked, staring lewdly down at her. "I ... I ... yes."
Max Schlessinger grinned and took two steps toward her. "I knew you were a smart girl, Mrs. James." He stroked his rapidly hardening penis. "Now why don't you come over here and kneel in front of me ... so I can see if you give as good a blow-job as Lou says."
The anguished young wife stood there trembling in fright and indecision. The two men saw her glance once in panic toward the door; then her shoulders slumped and a new stream of tears began flowing down her face.
Like a robot, she walked across the room and knelt before the lewdly grinning thin man.