Chapter 3
Ted Haviland had slunk aboard a plane that morning in a keyed-up state of ragged nerves. He was haunted by an unshakable feeling of being followed, and he had walked aimlessly around the terminal for a half-hour, looking back over his shoulder time after time before daring to pick up his ticket for Los Angeles rather than the Chicago flight Gayle believed he was taking. Of course, he had all intentions of making the Chicago meeting; he hadn't lied to her about that, but not until he got matters straightened out with Vickie.
Christ! He needed a head shrinker and evidently had for sometime! He still couldn't believe that he'd ever gotten himself involved in such a situation, or to be more exact, how he'd let that goddamned situation come about! It was uncanny, absolutely uncanny the way he had managed to fuck-up his droll, not unhappy Mfe with such a minimum of effort, to say nothing of infecting those around him ... at feast those that he gave a damn about. But naybe it wasn't too late to rectify things. If Vickie would just listen to reason, hear him out nd try to understand. Jesus Christ! All he had to do was think of her and he melted inside like a blob of butter on a hot griddle! Shit, he couldn't hurt Vickie anymore than he could Gayle! He, loved them both, for Chris'sake! He was nuts ... or was going to be damned shortly at the rate he was going!
Quickly finding an empty seat next to a window, the grey-eyed, chisel-faced young husband looked nervously out to see if he could spot his long-haired, number one wife secretly watching from some shadowy vantage point. Of course he couldn't! It was ridiculous, but he was unable to rid himself of the guilty feeling that she suspected something after the way he'd uncontrollably acted all week. Not that he'd ever been any whirlwind in bed with her - who could be with the way she dutifully approached sex, like some human servicing machine ... but this time he'd been utterly worthless. He just hadn't been able to help himself... fucking one and thinking of the other, the same way he'd been with Vickie their first and last week together ... loving them both and not knowing where the hell to turn!
She hadn't followed him though, he decided as he ran a big athletic hand over his waved wealth of neat, neck-length dark hair; he was making an undetected departure. He really ought to know that by now. Gayle, the beautiful angel, she didn't have a suspicious bone in her gorgeous body. And goddamnit, he was going to make it all right once more so she'd never have reason to! Poor innocent doll, married to a cunt-hound like him, but that's the way it was with a guy when he was on the road all the time! Hell, it didn't really mean anything, catching a stray piece of tail here and there; it was ... well, one of the traveling salesman's fringe benefits, for Chris'sakes; like coffee and doughnuts, or cake and ice-cream, a traveling man and a promiscuous dolly just naturally got together! But that wasn't quite the way Vickie and he had tied up, was it? That sonovabitching Burton and his company parties! He might just castrate the fat bastard when he saw him in Chicago if it ..aren't for the fact that would give away the drunken blunder he'd willingly stumbled into after they'd left that wild Las Vegas party.
Oh shit, he was about to come unglued was all! What was the legal penalty, anyway? The troubled" husband had no idea, but there was one, that was for sure. He nervously visualized Gayle in court asking for the extreme punishment as the powerful, whistling jet engines began to taxi the plane toward the runway. Then, Vickie's breath-taking face and tall, ravishing beauty was frowning hatefully at him, her fiery onyx eyes showing no mercy as she too implored the judge's severest ruling over him.
"... This court has no mercy for the likes of you, Theodore Haviland! You have knowingly and intentionally destroyed the delicate lives of two trusting, beautiful young women, and it is the solemn judgement of said court that you be hanged by the testicles while your penis is first decapitated, then severed in slices from your filthy body! You will then be confined to the black-box until you have bled to death before being ground up bodily as swill for swine... !"
Jesus Christ! He had dreamed that last night! And all the time the frigging judge had been sentencing him, the old bastard had ran his gnarled hands over both girl's long tresses ... tawny gold and raven black ... sickeningly brushing his lecherous claws downward over the ripe contours of both of their beautiful young bodies standing on either side of him, their faces smiling vindictively downward at where he shamefully stood between two brutal uniformed guards!
Oh Christ! He was sure as hell flipping, the fraught young husband reasoned as the plane rose above the clouds into a sun-brilliant heaven. He thought of Gayle stuck with Jiis queer, gawky nephew and his mangy dog, finally deciding their presence would help keep her occupied while he got this goddamned mess straightened out with Vickie! Then, he fell into vivid memories no more than three weeks old, exotic visions of Vickie's statuesque, show-girl voluptuousness warmly entwined with his own naked flesh that morning after! A shudder racked his handball-fit frame, the feeling of virile lust and masculine fear blending within him causing the tremulous breath he expelled.
"Coffee, sir?"
"What?" Ted jumped, gaping upward at the smiling, blonde-enframed young face. "Oh ... yeah ... coffee please, miss. A-A little brandy if you have it around, too. The system craves something."
"Yes, sir," she laughed, pouring the small cup and setting in on the tray he'd fixed in front of him. "I know what you mean ... great in the morning."
Ted nodded, returning her warm smile. Shit, there it was! This attractive young stewardess was doing her cozy come-on, letting him know that she was interested, and he'd never even seen her before! Jesus! How could a guy explain such things?
"I'll be right back, dol... sir. Can you wait?"
"No hurry, take your time, baby," he responded naturally, watching her move away and leaning out toward the aisle to measure her shapely, contoured attributes, momentarily forgetting the depths of his immediate problems. Then, all of a sudden a cold chill rippled upward along his spine with the frigidity of a polar gust. His glance had suddenly fallen on the gold band encasing his third-finger, left hand. He clutched at it with a grasping right hand nearly wrenching the telltale ring painfully from the thick digit, looking around him guiltily as he slipped it into his coat pocket. His brain raced. Christ! Supposing Vickie had ever seen that! What a dead giveaway ... but... but... !
Oh Christ! What in hell was he going to do with this double life entanglement?
"Vickie Cramer Haviland," the tall, sensually-endowed, long haired wife said at the mirror reflecting her lush beauty beneath the see-through black chiffon negligee. "Once, it was just Vickie Cramer ... but now I have that new owning name! I belong to him by all legal right... my lord and lover ... my sweetie-puss Teddy bear!"
A thrill of pleasure shivered through the curvaceous young woman as she giggled and fell backward with flailing, slender arms onto the mussed, satin-sheeted bed. Warm tingles of happiness, the nature of which she'd only seldom dared to imagine, flushed through her sensuously ripened body. Three years ago she would never have dreamed it possible that she could ever really give her love to any one man, say nothing of marrying him ... and momentarily, she thought about that.
Three years ago, one Vickie Cramer had been sitting inside a cold, stenchy way-station with a fat Indian woman and her sick baby, a frightened, ignorant girl waiting for the train and praying to God it would stop in that forsaken place. Her sweet papa lay boiled in moonshine on the floor of their West Virginia cabin where she'd dropped him with a stick of firewood, and only minutes after her younger brother had left that ramshackled hovel swearing that he'd never come back.
She'd sat inside that urine-cured way-station with her blood running cold, wondering at what precise minute her loving daddy would stumble in looking for her with drunken fire in his aching eyes, a hard-on, and rage burning his vile tongue.
It had been the first time she'd ever had to waylay his incestuous advances because her brother had vowed to kill him if he ever tried to lay a hand on her, but that hadn't kept the old bastard from continually advising her of the "easy" money she could make in Carling, and that they "damn sure needed it". Still, she'd never given in to him, had never done anything more evil than drunk a little corn and smoked a two-cent cigar when she could get her hands on one ... nothing memorable until that night she sat in the way-station with the Indian woman and her sick baby. Now, it was almost incredulous for the reminiscing Vickie to believe that she had still been a virgin, but she had!
That horrible life had fallen behind her the moment she'd climbed eagerly onto the train. She had sat beside a huge black woman who laughed often and kept bringing out pieces of fried chicken for both of them from a deep basket that seemed to have no bottom. Then, when they'd reached Washington, the woman had offered her a place to stay while she was finding herself.
The "place" was known as Black Sara's, an exclusive house, five and some tenths miles from Chevy Chase on the Hemstead Road. And who of the Washington male elite didn't know about the erotic delights of Black Sara's? Vickie had lived there two-months with never a girl or Sara, herself, trying to influence her. That first time she had simply grasped the hand of the young airforce lieutenant and led him up the stairs toward her bedroom all of her own accord ... something like the blind leading the blind she remembered, smiling to herself as she lay there. His warm baby-face smile had melted her, and she'd reacted as naturally as a mother breast feeds her child, giving herself to a frightened boy who thought he was going to die in Vietnam.
And that had been the turning point, hadn't it? A slug of bourbon and a ten-cent cigar (she'd upgraded her tastes) could hardly satisfy the newly aroused hunger for physical pleasure she'd awakened inside her, but unfortunately neither could the long series of Johns she led to her bed. The sensual fire glowing and eating constantly at her inexperienced young loins was like a tormenting curse her father might have called down ... or up from hell on her, until she sat among the girls in the receiving room in provocative near-nothings being ogled and chosen, wondering why when she gave herself passionately time and again she could know only nights of unfulfilled sensual desire.
A girl named Jade had done it all for her! A voluptuously beautiful black young woman who pranced through the house with an air of superiority that no one dared to question. Some whispered that she was Black Sara's daughter, but Vickie never knew that to be true ... only that she was a striking ebony lovely whose big dark eyes had suddenly fallen on her, actually devoured her for long, long minutes before she'd stood and held out her hand.
"Come with me, baby," she'd said, not asking but ordering, and Vickie had gotten to her feet, both of them ignoring the others as they seemed to float from the plush room.
Upstairs, Jade had kicked the door closed with the heel of her naked foot, then drawn her close inside the powerful arms of her strong, softly curved black body. Vickie had hardly dared breathe as she looked up into the exotic face. Then, Jade's throaty voice had said: "You're going to belong to me as long as you're in this house! You understand that, my white pussycat?"
"Y-Yes..."
"The men, they can't do it for you can they, baby? Almost, but not quite ... and then they leave you there going crazy-assed wild in your hot little belly." She had smiled, showing handsome white teeth that sparkled like her eyes. "Well, here we go, pussycat, 'cause Jade's going to snap you out of that coma, going to teach you all about being a woman."
"But... oh ... I don't know ... !"
"Christ, don't argue with me, sweet baby! Climb onto the bed! Strip naked-pure first, then get on that bed with those pretty white legs spread wide! Your Jade's going to do it for you, hon ... and after that she's going to try and make you understand what it's all about!"
God, that night... that spellbinding night! Beyond the raging ecstasy of Jade's knowing, expertly lashing tongue between her tremoring thighs, causing incredible spasms of pleasure within the tight crevice splitting her feverish young loins, Vickie had been certain that there was and could be nothing more! Utter sensations of unknown rapture had drenched her nakedly twisting body with a sudden deluge of ecstasy that had made her a willing love slave to the stately black girl. The desire to crawl to her and humbly lick the soft fleshy cuntal lips so proudly nestled up between Jade's trim thighs was more fervent than any passion she had ever known. And it was only by consistent loving and gentle cuddling through long nights that Jade had finally reached her and made her understand that all real fulfillment for her rested in a man she had yet to meet. She had even taught her to experience orgasm with him, or any man, using a dildo belted to her strong feminine loins which squirted warm glycerine up into Vickie's quaking belly as she came, making her know again and again the intoxicating beauty of what she'd insisted was normal sex.
And it had been! Vickie knew this now, sensually admitting to the erotic truth her beloved teacher had so passionately taught. A world of parading in a Las Vegas chorus line had offered unlimited opportunities to prove it, both to her own physical satisfaction, and to the delight of the beautiful black girl named Jade who had been found dead months back in that Washington whorehouse from an overdose of sleeping capsules.
That beautiful girl, how angry she'd be if she knew the way her white pussycat had cried and cried when she'd learned of her death, the ravishing brunette thought with tears clouding her almond-shaped onyx eyes, even more than she had at the death of her own mother. That exquisite, ebony face ... it was embedded in the love section of her brain forever, much as her Teddy Bear's handsome one had deeply imprinted itself, even when she'd still believed that impossible! Jade would laugh at that, laugh warmly at the way she dreamed about him, several times awakening to find herself clutching the pillow where he ought to have been, wanting to kiss and hold him, the fire up between her hot tingling thighs aching for his long thick hardness fucking so wonderfully up into her craving belly, or his hungering mouth glued to her wildly seething pussy lips the way it had been that first night when they had found each other!
Love! That was the only word describing what had happened between them! Normal love had swept up Vickie Cramer! Unbelievable, but true! Though less than three hours before she'd been swapping her hard-core philosophy with some of the girls backstage after being selected for a party following the show, the club manager who handled such things grinning obscenely through his gold teeth as he told them what to expect and not to try and latch onto any permanent births ... or fall in love with their customers. "Especially you, Vickie baby," he'd snickered, her viewpoints no secret around the place.
"Don't worry about Vickie baby. She knows which side her bread is buttered on," she'd quipped back at him in a cold tone she kept in reserve for fat, slobbery-lipped men over fifty who thought their dollars bought a girl's heart along with her ass. No filthy buck could buy her love she had profoundly believed as she stood there listening to his ugly mouth advising them that it was a party of business men who were paying big... "lots of loot, so all the way, chickies, no 'holes' barred, eh?"
Vickie had hardly given his instructions a second thought. What more could a party girl offer than cold carte blanche of her physical treasures, but there it ended, for that had become her dedicated way of life until her bank account was fat enough ... though God knows, she'd never anticipated Ted Haviland ...
He was the average male, a little better looking maybe, and with a virilely attractive physique when nattily draped, but his kind had never impressed her. Usually, they were either an introvert, or married and obsessed with the idea that all women envied their wives, the type who usually sported a pair of pinching lobster claws for hands. Sometimes, she would get lucky and draw a queer. Ted Haviland was none of them: he was some sort of new specie whose shy grin almost immediately intrigued her and as well put her on her guard.
Their normal evening of drinking and hell-raising as they moved from club to club along the strip had done nothing but lessen her automatic dislike toward her handsome young escort who was yet to say a suggestive word or make a stab at the expected hand explorations. He hadn't even tried to kiss her! Instead, he'd just seemed to fascinate her with his every word and gesture, the unexpected phenomenon of him quietly building new and unfamiliar sensations inside her. Before she'd ever realized it, her defensive wall had crumbled, the charisma of him overwhelming her. When he did finally gather her into his arms in the back seat of a taxi, she had trembled in excited anticipation. He'd kissed her without a sexually probing tongue, mouth open and eager, his hot masculine breath like hypnotic anesthesia breathing into hers and rousing her own tiny tongue to tease the edges of his warm trembling lips.
Her Teddybear had responded then, gasping aloud as his long, fiery tongue had thrust deep into her receptive mouth, and she'd suckexHit with rising passion, everything that was to come to pass that night inspired from that initial moment! How long after that they had stood in the little wedding chapel, Vickie couldn't remember. By that time, they'd both been drunk, the rest of their crowd long since happily deserting them, while alone they pledged such loving vows as he giving up gambling, which he never did, and she tossing away her cigars, which she never could. Stone drunk ... hardly the way to enter into a marriage, or was it? God, how dynamically he had made love to her that night... or had it been morning ... daylight ... ? What difference behind closed drapes? Only that they had loved, sucked and fucked until both of them were exhausted from cumming; then they'd slept to wake again and love some more! Love, love, love, beautiful, sensual passion so joyfully filling her that she'd cried like a child in his arms with uncontrollable rapture the equal of which she'd never dreamed possible.
Even now as she lay back enchanted on her bed, the almost naked, long legged young woman had difficulty believing it was all a reality, married to a man she truly loved and whom she knew loved her, even though once emerged from their three-day orgy he'd shown tremulous signs of misgiving. But wasn't that what was said of all men once they woke up to learn the ultimate price of their Eve's juicy apple? She laughed warmly to herself. Her precious Teddybear darling. He would acclimate, and soon he'd be coming home to love her, bringing all his clothes and private things from his apartment in Portland to their little love nest for her to care for and look after. And this time, she wouldn't let the tail-end of his week with her take from their loving as it had before he'd left. He hadn't been himself, at least not the way she'd learned to know and love him, as if his work or something was bothering him, and she vowed to smother him with so much love that he wouldn't have a moment to think of anything else. That was her full time operation now, being his wife and making him happy, because when he was happy she knew she could be no other way ...
What was that? The raven haired bride sat up with a start, her partially naked curves rippling provocatively beneath the filmy negligee with the effort. It was! ... A key rattling in the lock! Teddybear! He'd come home two days early ... !