Chapter 9
"Here, my dear," Jason offered graciously, helping Mikki off with her coat. "Let me have those wet things."
An icy chill thrilled up the tall voluptuous blonde's spine as his fingers made exciting contact with the bare flesh of her shoulders.
"It sure is a miserable night out, isn't it?" he called from the closet.
"Yes. Yes it is." In more ways than one!
"You're prompt. I like that!"
I'll just bet you do! she thought.
"Well, shall we go into the living room?" Mikki couldn't prevent an involuntary intake of breath at the sudden sumptuousness of her surroundings as they stepped down into the sunken living room. Everything in the room looked like it should be in a museum of modern art, yet, there was none of the coldness associated with that type of decor. Even though the predominant color scheme was black and white - which, incidentally, matched her own ensemble perfectly - the careful blending of warmer accent colors and natural textures seemed to breath a natural life into the impeccable setting. Still, there were undeniable evidences of the owner's character lying about: the interior decorator - and there most assuredly had been an interior decorator - had seen to that. There were, for example, a carved ivory candy dish supported on the backs of a pair of copulating elephants, and an imposing bleached-out skull of an ibex mounted on the wall above the gray-marble fireplace.
"What do you think of my place, Mikki?"
"It's very nice," she admitted, guessing correctly that the furnishings alone had cost more than her own entire house in suburban Renton.
"I'm rather proud of it, myself," he smiled crookedly. "Why don't you sit down while I mix us up a drink?"
"Oh, none for me, thanks. I-I don't drink."
"Nonsense, my dear! The human body cannot survive without the frequent ingestion of liquids in one form or another." He motioned for her to sit down on a long black, chrome and leather settee, then crossed to the large cocktail bar that dominated one entire end of the room. "Perhaps, however, you would prefer something nonalcoholic. Coke, maybe? Tomato juice?"
"Tomato juice would be fine."
As precisely as a bartender at the Olympic Hotel, Jason Trimble busied himself with the potables. "Are you married, my dear?"
"Yes," she cleared her throat. "Any kids?"
"Twin girls."
"But, you're just a child yourself!"
You're not fooling anybody with that suave bit, buster, so you might as well come off it and get down to business!
"I have sons, myself," Trimble continued, oblivious of Mikki's confidence-bolstering thoughts. "I always wanted a daughter, though."
He was standing in front of her then, holding a drink in either hand. "Here we are, my dear. Try this on for size," he said, and she accepted the red one. "I'm what you might call a Black Russian freak, myself."
Trimble sat down next to her on the settee, patting her nylon-covered knee in mock affection. Then, sensing her almost simultaneous recoil from his clammy touch, he withdrew his hand and smiled. "Try your tomato juice, dear."
Gingerly, Mikki sipped at her decorative-looking beverage, tasting immediately the alcohol he'd put in it. It was faint, and decidedly woody in flavor.
"Sorry about that," he grinned sheepishly, his shark's eyes sparkling lewdly. "I just can't stand to waste good mixer."
She sipped again, finding the piquant flavor not in the least unpalatable. "What is it?"
"A Bloody Mary. Do you like it?"
"It's good. What are you drinking?"
"Vodka and Kahlua. Would you like to taste it?"
The sudden thought of sharing a drink from the same glass as the very man who was trying to muscle her father, knotted the young housewife's stomach in a tight little ball. "N-No, thank you."
He leaned back on the settee, then, and studied her proudly postured profile over the rim of his glass. "Tell me a little about yourself, Mikki. Do you like sex?"
"What the hell are they doing in there, Jeff?"
"Aw, my of man likes to play 'Mr. Cool' when they first get over here. Don't worry though, he'll be hauling her ass in here before too long, you can bet on that!"
"Who is she? Have you ever seen her before?"
"Hell, I don't know. I only caught a glimpse of her when she came down the steps - same as you."
"All I could see was that she had blonde hair."
"Yeah, me too. Don't sweat it though, they'll be coming in here pretty soon, then. we'll see what color the hair on her cunt is!"
"Are you excited, Jeff? I am!" she took the boy who sat next to her on the couch's hand and guided it between her legs. "Here, just feel how wet I am!"
"Don't stain the couch. My of man can smell pussy a block away!"
"Jeff," she began in a lower tone, "did you really like the blow job I gave you?"
"Sure, what makes you think I didn't?"
"Well, you didn't want to cum in my mouth."
"Oh, shit, Jacqui, you worry about the stupidest fucking things!"
"I'm serious, Jeff. Why wouldn't you do it?"
" 'Cause I wanted some left when we started watching. I thought I'd fuck you while we watched. But ... uh-oh!"
"What's the matter, Jeff?"
"Looks like we get to wait a little longer!"
< :Looks "I guess Dad's going to give her the full treatment. They're turning the lights off in the living room!"
"So?"
"So, he's probably going to show her one of his raunchy fucking movies!"
"Oh, really, Mr. Trimble, I don't think I want to see a stag movie."
"Nonsense, child! It'll help get you into the proper mood!"
Jason pressed a button on the same table-mounted control board that had switched off the lights, and instantly a motion picture screen began to unroll electronically from a recessed mounting in the center of the living room ceiling.
"Take your shoes off and relax, my dear. Just settle back and enjoy yourself."
"Really, Mr. Trimble-"
"I said take your goddamn shoes off and relax, didn't I!" he bellowed suddenly, for the first time raising his voice to her. Then, ashamed at his loss of control, he softened. "It will likely go a lot easier for you if you cooperate, Mikki."
Did she have a choice? What would happen to daddy if she were to back out now? Things would probably be even worse!
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Trimble. W-Would you like me to get undressed now?"
Jason studied her profile for a long moment in the dim light of the fireplace. "Just your dress," he said. "We'll leave the rest for later."
"But I'm not wearing anything else!"
"Nothing?"
"Well, a garter belt and my nylons ... but that's all." Mikki could feel her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.
"That's fine. Just take off the dress then!" Mikki stood and began to remove her dress. Her hands trembled now with a sudden feeling of being trapped. Before, when she'd first arrived at the apartment, her attitude had been one of practiced defiance, but now, now she knew that she'd been fooling no one, least of all herself. He'd seen through her mask of nonchalance as clearly as she'd seen through his mask of genteel sophistication. His would be the final word in all things tonight - she was merely his toy for the evening.
"Have you ever seen a 'blue movie' before, Mikki dear?"
Mikki shrugged her slender arms through the thin black straps of the dress and reached behind her to undo the catch to her zipper. "No," she said simply, "but I know what they are."
Jason, fumbling with the control board on the wedge-shaped table that interposed itself between two curved sections of the couch, glanced up at her, grinning. "This is a good one. One of my latest."
Terrific! Mikki thought facetiously, drawing the length of her zipper down her naked back. Maybe it it'll be so good you'll cum in your pants, and I can go home an honest woman!
Trimble pressed the appropriate button and a parti-colored light knifed through the darkened living room. He returned to the settee.
Oh, Goody ... Technicolor!
"You're really quite lovely, my dear, did you know that?"
"Oh, really?" she returned sarcastically, bending forward and lifting up slightly to slide the dress over the flaring swell of her luscious buttocks. "I didn't think you'd noticed!"
Her breasts, dangling and free, swayed ponderously before her tilted torso, glistening in the meager light from the screen. A muted hum came from the far wall where the hidden projector - apparently set and ready to go when she got there - emitted its bright beam. Jason swallowed.
"Your breasts are delightful. Did you nurse your daughters?"
"Yes, I did," she said, wondering why this gangster should be interested.
"Are they still full of milk? They seem so large!"
"No, they're not!"
"That's too bad. I'd like it if they were."
The dress fell in a crumpled heap at her feet. Except for her black garter belt, nylons and white ankle-strap high heels, she was naked.
"Come over here, girl, and sit on my lap."
The mere thought of the ruthless, silken-mannered gang leader putting his hands on her naked flesh was enough to send ripples of nausea coursing through her helpless body. The entire situation seemed so bizarre and unreal. She was about to commit adultery with a man so unspeakably abhorrent to her that she wouldn't have given him the time of day under normal circumstances and it wasn't for love, not even passion, but merely to settle her father's gambling debt! Oh, God ... Ward... what am I doing?
"Hurry, my dear," he smiled lewdly up at her. "Don't be frightened."
She stood before his leering gaze, felt his hands on her narrow waist, felt him drawing her down to him, felt the. stiff and obvious bulge beneath his slacks ...
The movie was already in progress, but she could tell she hadn't missed much. The girl, a young Mexican girl obviously, sat on a handsome brocade couch, reading a book and eating a banana. She was wearing a pair of black baby-doll pajamas, and apparently naked beneath it.
"That's Rita," Jason breathed huskily into Mikki's ear, his hands looping sinisterly around her narrow waist. "She's my secretary."
"How nice for you," Mikki returned, at a loss for what to say or do.
The girl, about Mikki's age or a little older, was indeed beautiful. She had long, long black hair, and the most radiant olive complexion Mikki had ever seen. Her eyes, glimmering black, sparkled mischievously as she read with growing delight what was clearly intended to be a pornographic novel. How clever! Mikki mused in an effort to mask her own mounting anxiety. A plot!
Rita read faster now, flipping the pages with her thumb as she cradled the book in the fingers of the same hand, so that she could maintain her obscene grip on the banana she held in the other hand. Her lush sensual lips, coated thickly with inviting red lipstick, slicked up and down over the pale thick shaft of the peeled fruit in an obvious parody of oral intercourse. The camera zoomed in for an extreme close-up of Rita's fleshy inner lips clinging provocatively to the penis-like fruit on the outstroke.
"I did my own photography on this one," Trimble boasted. "Pretty damned good, if I do say so myself!"
A man suddenly appeared on the beaded screen, a big man. The big man who had accompanied Trimble when he'd come to see Daddy the other day!
"That's-"
"Yes, I know."
So the little lady is becoming interested, eh? Jason chuckled inwardly. Well, we'll see how she reacts when 'Toad' unreels that goddamn 'firehose' of his!
The girl in the movie appeared frightened then, and Mikki couldn't tell if it was part of the 'plot' or not. In any case, 'Toad' Benko was truly a frightening personage.
"Is he supposed to be a prowler or something, Mr. Trimble?"
"Just watch, my dear. Just watch!"
As Mikki found herself increasingly drawn into the small drama developing on the screen, she also became flinchingly aware of Trimble's big hands on her naked breasts. Still, because she knew it was inevitable, she did not protest. Not when he squeezed them, not when he pinched her nipples to an infinite hardness, not even when he took one puffy beige nipple into his evil mouth and began to suck wetly on it. After all, it wasn't her fault, was it? And, she was doing it for daddy. And, God! He certainly seemed to know what he was doing! It felt kind of good !
Benko, the man on the screen, was wearing an old Army overcoat ... with nothing beneath it. He shrugged it off of his massive, hair-covered shoulders, letting it drop to a crumpled heap at his feet. From the rear, he resembled a large ape. His enormous buttocks, flabby and the color of mottled slate, dimpled obscenely as he approached the then cowering girl on the couch.
The plot was simple; girl, alone in house, reads dirty book, gets turned-on ... enter mad rapist.
"W-What's he going to do to her?"
Trimble raised his eagerly sucking lips from Mikki's swollen breasts. "Just watch, Mikki."
The back of Rita's hand covered her mouth in a rather convincing display of stark terror. Still, nothing could be seen of the approaching man-ape but his hairy buttocks. What is she so afraid of? Mikki panicked inwardly, her own lush buttocks fidgeting nervously on Trimble's lap as she straddled him sideways, her hand around his shoulders, her fingers playing idly in the curly hair at the nape of his neck as he continued to suck her now heaving breasts with mounting enthusiasm. Then, suddenly, the camera began to swing into a side view.
Trimble could feel the young blonde housewife's body tense as the choked whisper, "My God ... oh, my God!" tumbled from her lips.
"He's rather large, wouldn't you say, my dear?"
Large? He's ... he's absolutely monstrous!
"Mikki?"
"Huh? ... Oh, yeah," she gasped incredulously, "he most certainly is!"
Benko's lust-swollen penis jutted straight out from the matted thick hair of his loins like a jouster's lance. It looked at least ten inches long ... and still growing!
"Do you like that, my dear? Does it turn you on?"
The head of it, as large as a small apple and equally as red, glistened ominously as it approached the cringing girl's mouth.
"He's ... he's ... he isn't ... ?
"Going to make her suck him off, Mikki? Yes."
As skillfully as a fisherman playing his catch on the line, Jason Trimble inched his gentle, yet powerful, hand toward the tender flesh of the blonde housewife's naked white thighs that squeezed together up so provocatively above her stocking tops. With each rapid breath now, the marshmallow succulence of her well-sucked breasts melted into the features of his face. Her nipples, stiff as spikes, grew out of their puffy surroundings like tiny clitorises eager to be sucked.
"Don't try to fight it, my dear. There was more in your drink than a little vodka."
"There was?"
"Yes," he lied, "an artificial stimulant ... an aphrodisiac. "
"Really?" she returned, her voice thickened with mounting passion. "I-Is that why I feel so ... so funny?"
It was a lie, but being the good judge of human nature he assumed himself to be, Jason Trimble pressed on - after all, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen her type before, the beauty queen trapped in an early marriage, clinging desperately to unrealistic dream-images of what that marriage should be, yet torn by an over-ripened body, curious as to what sex would be like with another man, the affair waiting to happen - it was an old story ... nearly as old as the one unfolding on the screen before her mesmerized eyes ...
Benko reached forward and cruelly grabbed Tina's luxuriant mane of shimmering dark hair in his meaty hand, jerking her head back viciously. His other hand shot forward in a tooth jarring backhand that would have sent the girl sprawling backward but for his grip on her hair.
"W-Why is he doing that?"
"Look at his penis, Mikki. Does it look any different?"
"I-It looks even bigger ... and it's all shiny and red!"
"He's a sadist, my dear."
"Oh, that poor girl!"
"Is she?"
Mikki's trembling buttocks, naked below the clinching black strip of her garter belt, wriggled nervously on Trimble's lap. She could feel the bulge beneath her thighs pulse and expand heatedly, and knew immediately what it was. Yet, peculiarly, there was a certain thrill in being so close to an evil man's swollen penis, to feel it pressing against her naked flesh through the scratchy material of his slacks. And it wasn't really her fault, was it? She was only trying to help her father, and the vile racketeer had put something in her drink!
The young housewife's eyes returned again to the movie screen where, gripping his glistening gargantuan shaft by the base, the monstrous 'Toad' Benko was beginning to rub the blood-engorged head of his cock on the cringing girl's face, paying most attention to her full red lips, until her features began to shine with the sticky white nectar he smeared on them. Her eyes, opened wide and fluttering in fear, were brimmed with tears of shame.
"She's a damned good actress, that girl!" Trimble stated proudly. "Don't you think, Mikki?"
"S-She's acting? She's really not afraid of him?"
Then, miraculously, the ruby-red head of the giant's penis popped inside the straining lips of the wide-eyed Mexican girl. Somehow, though, it was beyond Mikki's understanding, a cold shudder of delight spasmed deep in her own loins. It was exciting to watch that poor girl being subjected to evil ... just as she, Mikki, was being forced to Jason Trimble in order to save her dad.
"She's loving every second of it, Mikki. I gave her some of the same stuff I gave you before we shot the film."
"Y-You did?"
Trimble's lewdly searching hand was on her tingling pussy now, rubbing and probing with lingering delight. His finger, two fingers, began to part the silken blonde curls of her pubic hair. "What are you d-doing, Mr. Trimble?"
"I'm going to finger-fuck you, Mikki," he rasped brokenly in her ear. "Would you like that, while you watch Rita suck that man's big thick cock?"
Oh, God, it was happening! What should she say? What could she say?
"Yes, I-I think so."
Trimble chuckled to himself as he pressed his middle finger slowly up into Mikki's passionately seeping pussy flesh. The powers of suggestion always seemed to work better on these young ones, he mused with sadistic satisfaction. He felt her distended clitoris slip wetly forward to make searing contact with his probing hand as his middle finger entered her easily and wormed its way up into her unresisting vagina to the depth of his palm, and then slipped a second finger up in beside the first.
"How is it, Mikki? How do you like my fingers inside that pretty little pussy of yours?"
"I-I like it!" she admitted, shamefully. Oh, God . .. Ward ... Daddy ... Mama ... Tammy and Debby ... I'm so sorry... !
"Watch the movie, Mikki. Look how Rita sucks that fat cock!" Trimble pressed. "Look how her saliva spills out of the corners of her mouth because there's no room for anything but his prick in there!"
"What the hell is taking so long, Jeff?"
"Hell, I don't know, Jacqui. They shouldn't be too much longer, though. Dad's movies are usually pretty short."
"I'm so hot, Jeff, I don't want to wait for them."
"You don't?"
"Do I feel like I want to wait?"
Jeff's dipping finger, slicking wetly in and out of the naked pussy of the girl sitting next to him on the couch, paused suddenly and withdrew. "Okay, goddamn it. Lie down."
Long, delicious minutes passed. Trimble's fingers had churned Mikki's milking cunt-flesh to a virtual froth. The girl in the movie continued sucking on Benko's unnaturally massive cock, swallowing her own saliva to keep from gagging. His lust-bloated rod of flesh reached far back into her throat. He came ... and came ... and came. She sucked. Sucked and swallowed.
"Oh, God!"
"Getting to you, Mikki? Do you like what you see? Don't you wish that you were sucking that big cock, instead of Rita?"
"Oh, Mr. Trimble, please do it now!"
"Do what, my dear?"
"M-Make love to me."
"But I don't love you, Mikki. I mean, how can I make love to-"
"Oh, God! Screw me then, is that what you want to hear?"
"Shall we go to the bedroom?"
"I don't care! Anywhere ... anything! FUCK ME!"
Like an ancient conqueror, Jason swept the nearly naked young housewife up in his arms and plodded off towards the ornate bedroom, leaving the projector to shut itself off automatically once the last few minutes of film had played themselves out. The bedroom door was already ajar. He kicked it open the rest of the way and tossed the frustrated blonde girl down on the enormous round bed. "Get up on your knees," he said. "I'm going to fuck you like the little whore that you are!"
Obediently now, the lovely blonde mother of two scrambled to her hands and knees. She couldn't remember having ever been so excited sexually before. The very hopelessness of her plight had triggered some subconscious masochistic response deeply within her. She saw her obscenely kneeling form reflected to infinity in the countless mirrors that covered the walls of the room, and she wiggled her naked white buttocks back and forth salaciously in lewd invitation to the hastily stripping gangster behind her.
"Oh, hurry, Mr. Trimble ... please! I want to get screwed sooo bad!"
"Good fucking Christ!" Jeff blurted out suddenly from above the writhing form of his eagerly fucking girl friend.
"What is it, Jeff? What's wrong?"
"You ain't gonna believe this," he said, "but that girl out there sure looks like your sister!"
"Oh, come on! Mikki... and your father? You've got to be kidding!"
"Bullshit! It's her all right, and it looks like he's going to fuck her dog-style!"
"Let me up, Jeff. I don't believe you."
Jacqui felt her jaw drop open in shock at the sight before her as Jeff's dad, himself naked now, his enormous lance-like rod of male flesh sticking out menacingly in front of him, climbed up behind the slavishly kneeling form of her older sister. "My, God!" she whispered. "Oh, my God!"
"Hey, listen, Jacqui. I didn't know my of man was messing around with-"
"My God!"
"I mean, Jesus Christ, Jacqui, I-"
"Shut up, Jeff! ... God, he certainly does have a big one, doesn't he?"
"Jacqui, listen, if you'd rather go-"
"Are you out of your mind, Jeff? I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
With that sixth sense common to men in his profession, 'Toad' Benko could feel something wasn't quite right the moment he got into his car in the Trans-Pacific parking lot. It wasn't anything in particular, just that one didn't question those things if one were to stay alive in this business.
Instantly, his beefy hand reached inside his jacket pocket to find the butt of his revolver. "Nice and easy, big man," a voice broke the silence from the rear seat. "Take it out butt first and lay it on the seat beside you."
Benko hesitated momentarily, but something cold and hard, something that felt uncommonly like a pistol barrel, pressed into the fatty folds on the back of his neck. "Now!"
Benko complied instantly, careful not to make any sudden motions that might startle his assailant. His eyes sought those of the man's behind him. It was too dark to tell, but there was something in the man's voice that let the big man know there was no choice but to play along until such time as a situation might present itself where he might be able to disarm him before he could get a shot off.
"Is this a stick-up?"
A hand reached over the seat to retrieve the pistol. "Where's Trimble? He's not in his office!"
There was something familiar about that voice. "H-He's out of town on business ... He's up in Vancouver, B.C.!"
The gun pressed tighter. There was an ominous click, like the sound of a hammer being cocked. "Where's Trimble!"
Benko recognized the voice. "You won't get away with this, Potter."
"I'm going to count to five, big man, and if this car isn't on the road to wherever your motherfucking boss is at by the time I get to three, your fat-ass brains are going to be splattered all over the windshield!"