Chapter 3

Candy James went home that night in a daze of confused thoughts. She had done everything they asked of her, but she still didn't have the contract. That would come, Grady had told her, only after she spent a weekend with Max. The horrible threats from the unscrupulous agent had sent chills of terror coursing through her already-shocked mind, causing alternating currents of anger and fear to ripple outwardly until her body was trembling uncontrollably. She had crossed the crowded streets almost by instinct and it wasn't until she passed an all-night diner near the hotel that she saw a clock and saw that it was almost two o'clock in the morning. With a start she realized that she had spent hours on the bed and in the front room, the most-degrading night of her entire life.

Occasionally a streetlight would reflect against the streaked tears of her face and the softness of her crying would hover in the night darkness. The humiliated young wife wondered if her husband would be waiting up for her, and if he was, how she would be able to tell him the sordid story. She walked on, her legs feeling weighted and heavy, while her mind continued to flash horrible images of all that had taken place that evening on the upper rooms of the Star Club. Vainly she tried to blot out the painful memories of Lou and Carlos making love to her, brutally, and obscenely ... the leering smile on Max Schlessinger's thin face as she was forced to perform oral sex on him. How had it happened? How had this unbelievable nightmare begun? Two days ago she had been almost a virgin, untouched by anyone but her husband and now ... now, she had taken on three other men in quick succession, like a whore off the streets, helplessly forced to submit to their emotionless ravaging.

Soon she found herself at the door to their rooms, and she inwardly hoped that Drew would be asleep. Opening the door she breathed a sigh of relief as she found the room darkened. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she slipped inside and began to take her coat off.

Suddenly the light was switched on and Candy gasped as the room was bright from the overhead bulb. Turning, she saw Drew sitting up in bed, his eyes red from drinking.

"I ... I thought you were asleep," she stammered nervously.

"I couldn't sleep. I was waiting for you." His voice was thick from his drinking. Suddenly Candy began to weep once more, overwhelmed by the unhappiness of their situation.

"Hey ... what's the matter honey?" the half-drunk pianist asked, stretching out his arms to her. "What's wrong?"

"Oh Drew it was awful, awful," she moaned as she quickly ran to him and allowed her shuddering body to be drawn into an embrace.

"Oh Drew, I feel so ashamed of myself. I tried to get him to wait for the money and to give us the contract ... but ... oh, it was horrible."

The young pianist listened to her words tensely. Although he was trying to comfort her and present the picture of the concerned husband, inwardly he was seething with thought. Had she gotten the contract? From the sound of it probably not. And it looked as if that son-of-a-bitch Grady was still insisting on the money. He had been sure if his agent had been given a little access to his young blonde wife he'd be more understanding. Damn! The ambitious young husband tried to remain sympathetic as she continued, but all the time he wondered what he was going to do now.

"Drew...." Candy continued miserably, "we ... we gambled for it and ... and I lost ... and I had to ... to...." Slowly the entire story came out. As she spoke, describing everything that had happened between her with Lou, Carlos and Max, Drew found himself reacting strangely. At first he was shocked, almost horrified, even though in the back of his mind he had suspected that Lou would want more than a few tears to get him to cancel the debt and hand over the contract. Yet, as his wife spoke through her steady tears, he began to find himself growing almost ... almost excited at the thought of her slenderly curving white young body being subjected to the lewd assaults of the two men. But then his forbidden excitement began to dim as he realized, through the haze of his drunkenness, that despite what Candy had done it hadn't worked. He was still at the mercy of Grady and his henchmen, he still had to pay off that debt, and fast. But how? What was he supposed to do now? His attention returned to his wife's words in time to hear her tell him about the incident with Max and the agent.

"... and they told me that if I'd spend this weekend with Schlessinger, I could have everything I wanted. The debt cancelled and the contract in hand. But Drew I can't do it ... Oh God! I just can't."

But her drunken young husband paid no attention to her miserable state. Her last words had made a jolt of excitement surge through his brain. There was still a chance! Grady was offering him another opportunity to get out of the jam he was in. Plus the contract with Arcade Records, a shot at the big time. He knew that once he'd made it he'd never have to worry again; he and Candy could be living on easy street. A couple of big-selling records, a few top club dates, television ... it was all possible now, if only he could convince his wife.

The ravaged young blonde lay in his arms, waiting for him to hold her closer, waiting for his anger at Lou and Max, waiting for him to tell her he'd take her away, that she'd never have to submit to anything like that again. But the words didn't come. A tremor of anxiety ran through the abused blonde's body. Why didn't he say anything? It couldn't be that he ... he....

Drew instinctively knew what was going on in his wife's mind, and he struggled to find the right words, to keep her from getting suspicious.

"Oh Candy, it's all my fault," letting his voice sound remorseful and full of guilt, "I'm the one who forced you to do it. I didn't mean for anything like this to happen. I'm so sorry, honey, so sorry."

His young blonde wife sensed that there was something forced in his words, and in the way he seemed to be stroking her shoulders with a kind of calculated sympathy. She had sensed something of the same thing the previous morning when he had told her about his gambling losses. A chill of revulsion ran through her slim young body and unconsciously she moved away from him, extricating herself from his arms and standing up.

"Drew...." she said, a strange metallic quality in her voice, "I want to get undressed. I'll only be a minute."

He watched her walk into the bathroom, sensing that his hidden thoughts had somehow been transmitted to his wife. Yet his reaction was one of resentment, resentment at her display of emotion. After all, what was so terrible about what they wanted. Christ! In this world you had to pay a price for everything. All she had to do was lie on her back for a few moments and it would solve their problems. He'd be on his way up to the top, and she'd be right there with him. Hell, didn't she want nice clothes and a big house, her husband making hit records and playing Las Vegas and Los Angeles? All she had to do was close her eyes and pretend it was really him, didn't she. One goddamn weekend and it's worth six thousand dollars and a record contract.

I've just got to handle her right, he thought, just got to be a little more convincing. She's just scared, that's all.

He turned off the light once more and lay back in the bed, certain he could bring his uncertain young bride around to his way of thinking.

Candy stood in the tiny bathroom of their hotel apartment, trying to clear her mind. At first she had deeply resented her husband's seeming lack of feeling. Why it was almost as if he didn't care whether or not she had sex with Lou, Carlos, and Max Schlessinger. Did his career mean more to him than his own wife? Even though she knew that he faced the possibility of having his hands permanently ruined, something she didn't want to happen in a million years, the bewildered bride had certainly expected that Drew would at least be genuinely upset. But he seemed almost cold to her situation, almost as if he ... as if he wanted her to go through with it!

But thinking it through she couldn't believe such a thing was possible. She knew Drew too well, didn't she, to believe that his feelings for her were not at least as deep as those she had for him. After all, he was probably as upset as she was, and how could he act naturally, being confronted with such a horrible story. The more she thought about it, the more the confused young bride felt. Drew really did love her and had been too shocked and numbed to respond as lovingly as she would have liked. After all, she couldn't have married him if he wasn't the kind of man she thought he was. No, she'd made a mistake, she decided finally, because she was so overwrought she hadn't really understood Drew's reaction.

Oh darling, she thought, this is all so terrible. But I love you. I love you so much. Maybe for one night we should forget everything ... just make love ... our kind of love ... and wipe all this dirtiness away.

Slowly she took off her clothes until she was completely naked, her roundly sculpted young body gleaming milk-white in the harsh bathroom light. She wanted to make love to her husband, to make love as never before.

She opened the bathroom door and the light spilled out into the darkened room, silhouetting her gently curving body. The naked young wife waited, posing provocatively, her firm breasts high and thrusting. Then Drew called to her, his voice thick with desire. At once a thrill of happiness coursed through her and she felt even more strongly that her pianist-husband loved her truly and deeply. She walked slowly to the bed, then stopped as Drew got up and came to her, his lean, hard-muscled body completely naked. Gently he took her in his arms.

"Darling," he whispered warmly, "I love you so much. Well go away, darling ... go away somewhere ... so far away that nobody can ever find us again."

Candy almost cried out with joy at his tender words. He did love her, she was certain now. Shivers ran through her warm young body as her husband ran his fingers lightly across the sensitive hardness of her nipples. Glancing down, in the light from the bathroom his wife could see that his long thick penis was swelling upwards in hot anticipation. In the next moment he pulled her fiercely against him, crushing her softly trembling breasts against his chest, and began to scrape his fingernails across the tingling surface of her smooth back. His rigidly thickened cock pressed against her naked body as he began to flex his hips suggestively back and forth.

Laughing, the young blonde wife reached down and grasped his hotly throbbing shaft in her hands and began to pull him teasingly toward the bed.

"Come, my darling, my wonderful lover," she murmured, "come make love to me."

There was no mistaking the light happiness in her voice, and Drew knew then that everything would work out just as he wanted. All he had to do now was give her the screwing of her life, the way she liked it, tapping that deep flowing sensual current that he knew she had and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. He smiled smugly to himself, knowing that when he made love with a purpose he could make himself last as long as he wanted. He had a big cock and he knew how to use it.

"Oh Drew, fuck me, fuck me darling," his excited young wife pleaded hungrily. "Show me how much you love me."

"I love you honey," he replied with conviction. "Oh, do I love you."

Embracing his wife tightly, he eased her down to the bed. They kissed, kissed deeply, their naked bodies pressed tightly, and desire rose between them with an incredible urgency. Their hands began excitedly exploring each other's secret flesh. For a moment Drew pulled away, openingly admiring the cream-whiteness of her skin, the platinum blonde hair and green eyes that had always driven him wild with desire. He considered himself lucky to have such a beautiful wife, not only because she turned him on, but because she turned other men on too. It certainly didn't hurt his career to have a creature like her with him. Her large, firmly rounded breasts gleamed provocatively in the light from the bathroom and as he watched, she cupped the smoothly rounded flesh in her hands squeezing it softly, a warm smile playing on her ruby lips.

"My darling," she whispered, "Oh my darling!"

She's as good as convinced, Drew thought to himself, as good as convinced.

He let his hand trail lovingly up her long tapering leg until it reached the hairy crevice up between her thighs. At once she spread her legs wide, offering her golden mound to him willingly. Deftly the muscular young pianist slipped his extended middle finger into the warm little mouth of her vaginal sheath and slowly snaked it up inside the gently pulsing passage, widening the muscles, moving deeper and deeper. At the same time he bent down and began to nibble and suck at her rosy nipples.

"Oooohhhhh," she sighed, as waves of erotic warmth cascaded over her body. It was wonderful to have her husband in her arms again, and it seemed to wash away some of the shame she felt from the two previous evenings. Nobody knew how to make her respond the way her husband did, nobody. "Drew ... ooohhhhh Drew...."

Candy was consumed with pleasure as his outstretched finger slipped deeper into her throbbing cuntal sheath and his lips played teasingly with the hardening buds of her tingling breasts. Happily, the young blonde bride placed her hands directly down between his legs and began to fondle his warmly pulsing penis, which was as hard as a rock.

Drew's lips roved hungrily over each of her soft, wide-set breasts, lost in the resilient texture of those supple mounds. Each teasing bite on her nipples and breasts sent shivers of ecstasy through her wantonly twisting body, and the pianist grinned inwardly knowing that with each thrill of pleasure he gave her meat he was closer to his goal of convincing her of his affection. He hoped if he could fuck her as never before she would practically be begging him to let her do what Grady wanted. That was the best way, after all, wasn't it? To let her think it was her own idea. Before he had married her, Candy had been unaware of the depths of her sexuality, and Drew had discovered that once she was aroused there was no stopping her. Well, that suited him just fine. If she had a weakness for sex, he might as well use it for his own ends.

He increased the activity of his middle finger up between her gentle parted thighs, lubricating her pussy by his torrid insinuations, and at the same time Candy responded fully by gripping his cock expertly so that he was growing wildly aroused and eager, yet in the back of his mind he knew he mustn't be so quick to satisfy his own passion. He wanted to make sure Candy believed in him. Suddenly, he changed position, moving down so that his face was directly over her warmly trembling cunt.

"Drew ... Drew?" Candy inquired uncertainly. Usually her pianist-husband always preferred to enter her quickly, yet now ... she gasped as suddenly her husband snaked out his tongue and licked her vaginal flesh lightly. He was making love to her orally, just as that awful Lou Grady had done earlier in the evening. But this was something Drew rarely did! The young blonde's heart swelled with happiness, and eagerly she spread her legs as her husband began to run his tongue up and down her moistly throbbing pussy, probing into every fold of her sensitive outer lips, and nibbling playfully at the silken strands of pubic hair that lined her pussy. He found the ultrasensitive tip of her clitoris and sucked on it until it grew hard, sending excruciating ripples of forbidden delight coursing throughout Candy's body.

His blonde young wife, overcome with pleasure, opened her legs wide to. allow her husband easy entry and pushed her hips upwards eagerly to press her wetly throbbing pussy into his hot hungry mouth. Everything fled from her mind. The sordidness of Grady and Max Schlessinger, the terrible things they were threatening to do to Drew. All she could think about, could care about, was her wonderful husband, and the fantastic way he was making love to her. That was something nobody could take away, that was their precious treasure. Their love! She writhed eagerly beneath Drew's madly licking tongue, her hair-rimmed little cunt grinding hard up against his greedy lips, crushing his mouth hard into her slippery wetness.

"Oh yes, Drew ... thank you, thank you ... it's wonderful ... lick me, darling ... lick me ... aaahhhh yes! Like that! Ahhhhhh!"

Drew, almost trembling now with his own passion, sucked feverishly at her succulent flesh, bringing his writhing young wife closer and closer to orgasm. He felt he could stay hard all night at this rate, and the longer he did, the more chance he had of convincing Candy he loved her, and getting her to help him. He plunged his tongue as far as he could into her wetly clasping vaginal passage, rotating it far up inside her cunt and bringing squeal after squeal of lewd delight from her lust-tautened throat.

"Oh God!" she cried out as her pianist-husband's tongue wiggled like a snake up into her wildly excited pussy. "Ooooohhhhh Goooddd!"

The abandoned young wife groaned and twisted beneath her husband's hot slavering mouth, and it was all he could do to keep from crawling on top of her and ramming his painfully throbbing cock to the hilt in her belly. But he wanted to wait, wait until she had her first climax this way, then he would fuck her properly, bringing her off again and again. Yes, he could wait. By God, it was going to be worth it.

At that moment Candy began to cry out, her senses whipped to a frenzy by Drew's expert tongue-fucking. The wet sluicing sounds his mouth made on her frantically tingling pussy thrilled her even more. And then she groaned once and her body arched up off the bed and stiffened like a board. Her blood roared hotly through her veins and abruptly she was there.

"AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH I" she groaned helplessly. "I'M CUMMMMIIIIING!"

Feverishly Drew redoubled his efforts, burying his mouth into his wife's suddenly convulsing pussy. Hungry flames of passion engulfed the wildly thrashing young blonde as his tongue induced one of the most incredible climaxes of her life. Her lust-heated cuntal walls dilated and shuddered, squeezing out moist streams of warm orgasmic juices that cascaded over her husband's hungrily sucking lips and long licking tongue. Finally the galvanic release began to ebb, and Candy sighed deeply as her husband pulled away from her ecstatically quivering pussy.

"Oh ... oh ... oh Drew, that was lovely ... you've never made such wonderful love to me."

"Thanks, honey ... but you haven't seen anything yet."

"What ... what do you mean?"

Smiling slyly, Drew repositioned himself so that his rigidly throbbing penis was at the saliva-coated entrance to her vagina. Then, savoring every ripple of delight that ran through him, he slowly sank his lust-engorged shaft into the wetly clasping folds of her cunt as she groaned in surprise and passion.

"Drew ... Drew ... I love you."

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Candy. Nothing. Now relax, darling, 'cause we're gonna go all night."

The young blonde wife was ecstatic beyond words. Her husband was fucking her as never before. Deftly he slid his long thick penis deeply up into her vaginal sheath until the tip of his throbbing cockhead brushed against her spongy cervix, the contact sending an electrifying thrill through both of their bodies.

He loves me, Candy thought. He truly loves me.

It seemed then, to the pretty young blonde, that she had never in her life been so profoundly happy. Her husband arched his muscular body over her perfectly and began to fuck slowly in and out of her hungrily clutching pussy, his rock-hard penis moving snugly against the drenched inner walls. Candy began undulating her lips up and down in perfect unison with each stroke he made, and every exciting thrust of their hips seeming to confirm what she felt already.

He loves me ... he loves me ... he loves me ... oh ... I'd do anything for him ... anything!