Chapter 4
Wednesday morning began as one of those autumnal rarities in the Pacific northwest - a sunny day. Ted Potter, oblivious to the golden glow filtering through the kitchen curtains, sat at the kitchen table, rubbing his face with his hands. He'd been up late the night before, and he'd done a lot of drinking.
"What time did your sister finally come in last night, Mikki?"
Mikki Chalmers, his eldest daughter, was breaking the last of several eggs into a skillet. "I thought you waited up for her."
"I-I fell asleep about one-thirty or so," he straightened his face and winced behind his first painful sip of steaming black coffee. "Where's your mother?"
"She's on the telephone in the living room, Daddy."
"Helen, get your ass off the phone and come in here," the distraught butcher bellowed. "Seems like your little angel didn't feel like coming home last night!" Then he turned his attention back to his older daughter. "Mikki, look down under the sink there and see if there ain't a bottle of rock 'n rye. I've gotta put a little life in this coffee, or I don't think I'll be able to get it down ... Helen, goddamn it!"
"Don't shout, Daddy, please. The twins are still sleeping!"
Ted Potter took another agonizing sip of his hot coffee, watching his married daughter bend from the waist to search under the sink for his "private stock." He'd long since given up any guilt feelings he might have had about appreciating her body now that she was "all growed up," and smiled appreciatively at the way her buttocks tautened beneath her jeans as she stooped. "Who the hell can your mother be gabbing on the horn with at this time of morning?" Yessir, she might be his daughter, but she had one fine ass!
"It's Mrs. Simpson, I think ... Here's you whiskey, but it doesn't look like there's much left, Daddy." _
"That's okay, bring it here."
Ted poured the last dregs of the liquor into his cup. "June Simpson, huh? Don't tell me that bastard assistant of mine's down with the flu again... HELEN!"
He took a long refreshing pull at his coffee, savoring the brightened flavor imparted by the rock and rye. He looked at the clock over the stove, checking it against his own watch. Damn, eight-thirty already, and I've got to be at the bank at ten to see if I can't get that bastard Trimble his thousand bucks!
Helen appeared at the doorway then, and she appeared to be visibly shaken.
"What's the matter, Mama? You look like you've seen a ghost ... d-did something happen to Jacqui?"
"No," Helen returned slowly, "Jacqui called earlier to tell me she'd spent the night at Polly's."
"Well, what is it then, goddamn it, Helen?"
"I-It''s Bill Simpson. Someone tried to run him down with a car when he got to the shop this morning!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but we can't let you have that much money on your signature. You see, according to your past payment records, we-"
"Goddamn it, you let me speak to the manager!"
The woman who sat across the desk from him, fiftyish and dour in expression, glared at him reproachfully. "I am the manager of the loans department!"
"Okay, lady, let me speak to your boss then!" She fumbled with some neatly arranged papers on her desk then, producing a folder with his name on it. Clipped to the outside of the folder was a handwritten note. "Mr. Paris is gone for the week, Mr. Potter, but he clipped this note to your folder after you called yesterday afternoon, and it's rather explicit. Would you like me to read it to you?"
Ted fidgeted nervously in his chair. "What's it say?"
"It says that you can draw no more than five-hundred on your signature at this time. You see, your February and March payments on your place of business still have outstanding late charges, and our policy is-"
"Damn your goddamn policy, how much can you give me on collateral?"
"You needn't get angry, Mr. Potter, I'm only trying to do my job!"
"What kind of loan can you give me on collateral?"
"That would depend on what you were offering for collateral, Mr. Potter."
Ted's round face pinched in concentration. What the hell could he offer for collateral that wasn't mortgaged, second-mortgaged, or already in hock? The car? Hell, it's a miracle it's still running! He glanced expectantly at her face, then down at her name plate-Loretta King. "Is there any other way, Miss King?" he smiled sheepishly.
'Mrs. King," she corrected, amused by his sudden change of tone. Then - "Possibly. Maybe we could refinance something for you and let you have the difference in cash."
Christ, what a predicament! Fifty-four years old, had his own business for twelve years now and couldn't come up with a measly thousand dollars! He'd completely cleaned out their savings to get the two grand he already had waiting for Trimble.
Mrs. King flipped through several pages of his file, until something finally caught her eye. "You purchased a new walk-in freezer unit about eighteen months ago, Mr. Potter?"
He nodded glumly.
"Well, I think we could extend your contract for another two years on it, and let you have the balance in cash."
"How much cash, Mrs. King?"
"Fifteen hundred dollars."
A smile crossed his lips. "You bet! Draw up the papers, Mrs. King!"
She marked the appropriate page in the folder with a paper clip and set it aside. "Fine, Mr. Potter. You can come in Monday and sign the papers and we'll let you have your fifteen hundred-"
"Monday!"
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Potter? You look pale."
"I-I've got to have it by tomorrow morning at the latest!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. Mr. Paris won't be back until Monday, and he has to approve all loans over five hundred dollars."
"But this is an emergency!"
"It said on your original loan application that the money was to be used for household repairs. I'm certain your roof won't collapse before Monday, Mr. Potter!"
"C-Can I still get the five hundred on my signature?"
"Certainly, Mr. Potter. Now, about our policy-"
Ted Potter walked out into the brightness of a rapidly clouding day. That fuckin' Trimble was just going to have to take the original twenty-five hundred or lump it ... he hoped.
The lights were still burning at eight p.m. in the offices of the Trans-Pacific Import Company. Jason Trimble, unusually calm under the circumstances, eyed his number two man speculatively.
"She's here, Artie," he smiled.
"Yeah, boss. And, she's lookin' pretty as a picture!"
Jason, rubbing his thickening cock beneath his slacks, cleared his throat. "She really went to a mission school, huh?"
"Yeah, boss, back in the Philippines. Benny met her through one of them swinger's magazines - you know, where people write in for guys to fuck their of ladies an' stuff?"
"What the hell was she running an ad in something like that for?"
"Aw, she ain't so fuckin' bright, boss. She thought it was some kind of pen-pal deal for nudists."
"She does speak English, doesn't she?"
"Better 'n Benny does, boss!"
"Send her in, Artie. Send the little lady in! I want to meet the brand new wife of one of my best men!"
Using the time Artie was gone from the room, Jason unzipped his fly and brought his thickening cock out into the open. It was truly enormous, and he was proud of the fact that he knew of only one bigger - Benko's, and he was out on an errand. He skinned the thick wealth of uncircumcised foreskin back and forth lewdly, enjoying the silken feel of its burgeoning girth. The tender, desire-inflamed slit in the tip opened slightly with his squeezing, and a thin trickle of pre-coital fluid began to ooze from it, dangling like a single silver tear.
"Here she is, boss. Signed, sealed and delivered!" Artie said as he escorted a diminutive dark-haired girl into the room.
Breath-taking! was the word that fused in Trimble's mind. An absolute oriental angel! "Come over here, my dear, so I can get a better look at you!" She was so innocent looking ... yet somehow exotic, a very fascinating creature indeed!
The frail frightened girl teetered precariously on the unaccustomed height of the high heels she was wearing, yet, even with them on, she stood only a scant inch or so above five feet. She reminded Trimble of a tiny child playing grown-up. "Over here, in front of my desk, Tina dear," he instructed hoarsely, "and stand under the light."
Artie Jordan closed the door softly behind her as Benny Mendez' bride entered the room, then locked it, turning to face his leering employer. "What'd I tell you, boss? Ain't she somethin'?"
Jason, scrutinizing the lovely young girl standing beneath the harsh bare light bulb dangling from a naked cord in front of his desk, swallowed tightly. "She is indeed, Artie m'boy!"
"Ol' Benny's been doing a little trans-Pacific importin' on his own, eh boss?" Artie chuckled o his own amusement.
"And quality merchandise at that, Artie baby!
The frightened young girl trembled before Trimble's scrutinizing gaze. Benny had bought her a pretty new dress for the occasion - a spaghetti-strap black mini made of crepe. It was sexy, but she felt that Jason's eyes - cold black eyes - were looking right through it. And, what was he doing beneath his desk that was causing his arm to jerk up and down like that?
"Why don't you welcome the little lady to he 'family,' Artie?" Jason leered. "Let her now where she stands around here."
"With pleasure, boss," her lecherous new other-in-law panted, stepping quickly behind her. "You want me to hurt her?"
Jason nodded evilly, his hand never ceasing its voluptuous churning.
Artie grabbed her slender arm and forced it painfully behind her back. "On your knees, itch! Show a little respect for the boss there!"
"Owww!" she protested feebly, but compliantly. "Y-You are hurting me!"
"Slap her face, Artie. I didn't hear anybody tell her she could complain!"
In a swift motion, Artie was standing before e cowering young female, jerking her head back by the hair with one hand, the other coming up to slap her face, returning with a tooth jarring backhand. Instantly. he felt a rippling thrill in the head of his rising cock "Let's hurt her real bad, boss, " he wheeze asthmatically. "Let's fuck her up real good!"
Deep inside, Artie Jordan had always been sadist. Since his first adolescent experiences wit the weaker sex, he'd enjoyed forcing women t his will, degrading them and humiliating them a every opportunity. For him, even sex itself w second in pleasure to the tormenting an suffering he liked to bestow on the hapless recipients of his lust. Hell, the only reason hadn't taken a belt to the ass of that little slut last night was because she was going with t boss's son. He raised his hand to strike Ti again.
"Okay, that's enough, Artie."
"Aw, gee, boss-"
"I said, that's enough!"
Reluctantly, Artie released the cringing brunette.
"Now go sit down!"
Tina, her face beginning to puff slightly when she'd been struck on the cheeks, blinked he horrified fear at her new brother-in-law as Art took a chair on the other side of the room Jason, rising, scratched his chin in thought. I truth, he probably would have enjoyed seep Artie work her over, but then, Benny was pretty good enforcer whenever he could keep his mind off the ladies, and she was, after all, Benny's wife. It took time to break in a new guy, time Jason couldn't spare with a new trial coming up for his oldest son, and he didn't want to completely alienate a long and valued employee by physically injuring his new wife. A couple of slaps on the ass, maybe, and a little cock-sucking certainly, but nothing like Artie probably had in mind. Hell, if that's what he'd wanted, he wouldn't have sent Toad out collecting tonight. When it came to fucking 'em up, the nasty fat giant took a back seat to nobody!
"What do you think of my penis, Tina?" Benny Mendez' frightened young bride could only blink her astonishment at the size of 'Trimble's cock approaching her from around the desk. Her husband Benny's stubby penis was bigger than she'd imagined any man's could possibly be - but, compared to Jason Trimble's - por Dios!
"I-It's so beeg, Mr. Trimble!"
Trimble was standing directly before her then, 's jutting cock on the same level as, and mere inches from, her angelic face. "Touch it, Tina. eel my prick."
Timidly, she encircled its enormous thickness with her tiny hand, her fingers not quite meeting round it. Hopefully, she peeled the thickened covering of loose skin back down over its flushed red head, leaving it sleek and naked. She realized that resistance was futile, and hoped that she might charm the deceptively handsome' gangster into showing her a little mercy. After all, he had spared her from that gruesome Artie - her own brother-in-law! "D-Do you want me to suck him, Mr. Trimble?"
"Lick it first, Tina. Like a great big meat-flavored lollipop!"
Hesitating a moment to mentally cross herself, the captive bride leaned forward, holding his obscenely seeping cock by its pulsing base, and placed a lewd wet kiss on its bulbous tip with her lushly pursed red lips. The taste of him was slightly bitter and strong, but the man was clean, unlike her husband's usually sweaty smell. The rubbery blood-filled head glided smoothly over her lips as she opened her mouth to lap at it with her tiny pink tongue. She was no stranger to cock-sucking, but Benny had been the only one she'd ever had any kind of sex with, and that had only been for the past three weeks. It was new and strangely exciting to be licking her husband's boss's penis.
"You'd better stop now, Tina, I don't want my legs to buckle under me."
Almost reluctantly, the kneeling girl leaned back on her haunches.
Trimble found his way back to his chair
"Take your-dress off, Tina. You realize I've been letting you lick my prick and I haven't even seen your ass?"
"Hey, boss, what about me?"
"Shut up, Artie! ... Beautiful, Tina, beautiful! Now, get back down on your knees and crawl over here under the desk and I'll let you finish what you started."
Crawl! Madre de Dios!
The now naked young girl inched forward on her knees, her small but smoothly formed breasts jiggling with her forward motions. The waist-length wealth of her raven black hair swept the floor on either side of her face as she dipped her head under the edge of the desk and inched the final distance to Jason's powerful cock. God, it was big!
Christ! Trimble's hawk-faced lieutenant fidgeted in his chair, a room's width away from one of the most lust-inciting scenes he'd witnessed in a long time. Just look at the way that little dimpled ass of hers quivers when she moves! His own hand found his cock then, and he began to rub it furiously through the thin material of his slacks. Man oh man! Fuckin' her is going to be something else!
"Now, take it in your mouth, Tina ... There's a good girl!" Jason Trimble's penis was now fully aroused and throbbing massively, reaching all the way into the back of Tina's slender sucking throat, tickling her, nearly causing her to gag on it. His hands gripped her cruelly by the hair, forcing her face up and down on his rigid flesh in a lewd pumping motion.
"How is it, boss?"
"She sucks like a dream, Artie. Smooth as silk! "
"You reckon she learned that in that mission school?"
Tina's dazed eyes focused on the long rod of lust-hardened male flesh emerging from the tangle of wiry salt-and-pepper pubic hair at its base, and disappearing from her line of vision as it stretched all the way past her parted lips and up into her open mouth. Now, her humiliation and degradation was complete. She was an adulteress in all but the most rigid technical terms. There was little use in trying to fight it.
"Suck, baby. Suck, suck, suck!" Jason commanded from high above her bobbing head. And, obediently, the sleek, golden-bodied girl began to do as she was bid, her lips nibbling tentatively on the shark-eyed man's cock, while she tried to accustom herself to ,the lewd and unnatural invasion of her mouth. In an effort to please him, and perhaps end her night of torment that much sooner, she began to swirl her saliva-wet tongue around and around the hotly pulsing glans.
"Man, you must have been born with a cock in your mouth, girlie!" Trimble wheezed lustily. "Your mouth feels just like honey!"
Slowly, the mob leader began to undulate his hips back and forth in the chair, thrusting with increasing force in and out of the wetly nursing cavity of her mouth, but never quite withdrawing all the way, so that the tip of his bulging instrument of lust always remained buried within the confines of her warm wet oral cavern.
It's not so bad, Tina told herself. It doesn't stink like Benny's. And. anyway, if I don't do it, I'll just get another beating when I get home, like I got last night.
An unwilling spectator to this lewd tableau, Artie Jordan felt certain he was going to go out of his mind if he didn't get to do something ... and damned soon! Quickly, he unzipped his- fly and wrested his own swollen cock free of its protective coverings. God, just look at that little brown bitch eat cock!
Tina's mouth was gradually filling with saliva made slightly sticky from the steady flow of semen seeping prematurely from the tip of Trimble's lust-purpled penis. As she continued to work slave-like above his loins, she realized that she was more disappointed than anything else. After what her husband had told her about l this evening summons to the boss's office, she'd spent the entire day preparing herself mentally for a fucking, and had nearly convinced herself it might be a fun experience. But, now, she was reduced to giving this man all the pleasure and getting very little back for herself. Oddly, the very subservient posture he had forced her to assume, was kindling masochistic little responses in her naked abdomen, and, when she had satisfied him, there would be no guarantee that he would take the trouble to return the favor.
Trimble seemed to have little concern for anyone's pleasure but his own. He ran his long sensuous fingers into Tina's flowing hair and began to force her face up and down more violently on his hotly thrusting cock, precisely as if her delicate mouth were just another cunt into which he could spew his obscene sperm. His eyes traveled from the exquisite features of her little round face, noting with lewd delight the rapturous sparkle in her soft brown eyes, to the puddle of clothing lying where she'd left them in the middle of the plush wall-to-wall carpet when she began her crawl towards him.
Then, looking upwards, he noted with lewd satisfaction that his scrawny number two man had his hand wrapped around his own cock and was jerking hard, his bulging little pig eyes nearly popping out of his ugly skull as he watched the passion-fanning performance of the tiny dark-haired girl kneeling before his boss.
"Think she's pretty nice, eh, Artie?" Trimble chortled lewdly. "Or are you just doing your isometric exercises?"
Artie Jordan, on the verge of actually drooling, stared dumbly at the rounded firmness of his tiny sister-in-law's boyish buttocks peeking out from beneath the boss's massive wooden desk. He could see faint red welts marring the rippling succulence of her dusky golden flesh, where Benny had taken a strap to her ass. His eyes dropped to the wispy curls of nut-brown pubic hair peeking out beneath the juncture of her primly pressed thighs, framing the coraline slit of her vagina which was beginning to glisten with her mounting excitement. He watched her toes curl lustily beneath the wrinkled little pink soles of her feet, and listened to the moaning, heartfelt gurgles bubbling from her, suckling throat. And, God, she was so very small! Artie doubted that she weighed much over ninety pounds ... soaking wet!
Tina's mouth was filled to overflowing with a mixture of her own saliva and Trimble's copiously flowing sexual juices. Despite the long, deep gulps she swallowed down to keep from gagging, rivulets of the lewd penile moisture dripped from the corners of her mouth to run down the sides of his pulsing cock-shaft in steady streams. Her lips were stretched to their utmost capacity, yet, despite her discomfort. she was deeply thrilled at the level of corruption her captors were submitting her to against her will. It made her feel so malvado - so wicked.
Jason seemed to sense the change in the slavishly sucking girl's attitude, and knew he could not hold out much longer against that kind of mind-boggling pressure. Bizarre, obscene thoughts and fantasies danced in his head as he felt the tension in his balls build to an intolerable level. He tightened his grip in the girl's long dark hair, forcing her down harder on his crazily twitching penis. He wanted to make sure she didn't try to twist her face away when he started to cum, since he intended to make her humiliation complete by watching her swallow every drop of his hot sticky sperm.
"Hey, boss," Trimble's furiously masturbating employee bellowed from across the room. "What about me!"
"I told you to shut your fucking mouth, Artie! You'll get your chance in a minute." There was a sudden ringing and pounding in Trimble's head as the flow of his cum began from deep within his semen-bloated testicles. The muscles of his abdomen went tight, contracting to send the heated load of his sperm roiling upward through its narrow channel, around and out of the tip of his cock in a fine powerful spray . , . deep into Tina's enveloping mouth, and far back into her throat!
His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to her tonsils and he held it there as he came. She could feel the terrible force of his orgasm on the roof of her still-sucking mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeks - everywhere - as his sperm came out in a white-hot viscid stream which never seemed to end.
"Suck it, sugar, suck it!" he panted in his release. "You may be earning your old man a raise! "
The thick cream-like cum spewed into her from his wildly ejaculating penis, filling her mouth with what seemed to be gallons of his salty, lusty semen as she gasped frantically and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his perversely inspired cum.
"That's it, you little bitch! Eat it, eat it all!"
Tina choked and sputtered until she had cleared her throat again, but Trimble made no effort to pull his slowly deflating penis from her mouth. "Come on, baby ... lick me clean!" he jeered. "You're a long way from finished yet!"
Almost eagerly now, the aroused teenage bride of Jason's number three man began to lick him clean, her eyes sparkling with a strange glow as she blinked at him and smiled. Maybe, he thought, just maybe I'll go ahead and fuck her... later.
"Hey, boss!"
Yessir, she was going to make a fine addition to the 'family!"
"Okay, Tina, that's enough now. Now, I want you to crawl over to your new brother-in-law and do the same thing for him that you just did for me."
Tina winced, but only momentarily as she caught the look of command in Jason's sallow face. It was obvious that he wasn't joking.
Trimble watched her lush golden nakedness as she inched across the room on her hands and knees, towards Artie's waiting, strangely thin and mole-crowned cock. "By the time you're done with him, Tina, I should be ready for you again!" He watched her raise her sensually full lips in lewd homage to her brother-in-law's long tapering red cock, then slip her mouth over the bulge of his lust-crimsoned cock-head.
"Hey boss! We could keep this up all night long, couldn't we?"