Chapter 2

While Mike and Arlene made love and then slept, Big Joe Thompson was thinking about the coming Sunday football games in the pro leagues. Big Joe was a gambler and a multimillionaire with his headquarters in Reno. He had a shady past but a pleasant present, and a still more lucrative future. Big Joe was head of the gambling syndicate that handicaps pro football games. It was necessary for him to know the exact point handicap to make sure the syndicate made money, for he fixed points on the weekly football cards. Big Joe had spies with every team in the league, paid experts who had the lowdown. His spy in Los Angeles was Mike Herring.

Mike had served him pretty well. There wasn't anything about the Los Angeles Pros that Mike didn't know. Big Joe paid Mike well for his information. He also liked Mike because of the girls Mike sent him for his pleasure. Mike always sent girls to Reno who would cooperate with Big Joe in the peculiar way he liked to make love. They were also usually much fresher kids than the hard-bitten bunch that dotted the chorus lines of the Reno shows. Big Joe preferred the innocent girlish types who hadn't been around too long, or mauled by men too much.

Mike dug up the girls on the Sunset Strip-the young hopefuls from Kansas and Iowa who hit Hollywood with stars in their eyes. Beauteous dolls with bird brains and peacock bodies, still unspoiled and not yet calloused from rubbing their asses on too many casting couches.

Big Joe was doing a little fretting now. Mike had not called him with the line on the Pro game in Chicago next Sunday. The cards were going to press in a few hours. He had to know right away. It was 5 A.M., but since Big Joe never went to sleep until much later in the morning, it was like the middle of the day to him. He reached for his gold-plated phone in his ultra-modern suite in one of Reno's plushest pleasure domes and called Mike.

The jangling phone startled Mike into wakefulness. He slid from Arlene's tight embrace, his eyes still not fully open, after the love bout they shared for so long in the big, wide bed.

"Hello," he muttered angrily.

"Mike, this is Big Joe. Where's my point spread on the Pro game?"

"I'll have it right away," Mike answered.

"Not soon enough," grumbled Big Joe, a note of menace in his voice.

"I'm sorry, boss. Got hooked up in a business deal last night," explained Mike apologetically. Mike was wide awake now and eager to please Big Joe.

"Business deal? More likely a piece of ass!"

"Honest, boss. I really got tied up. I got all the scoop on the Pros though. They're going to win. But don't give more than six points."

"Anything you say," Big Joe replied with a note of finality.

Mike knew the tone very well. A couple of bum steers to this syndicate ad he'd wind up in a cement vest at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, off Malibu.

Mike tried to reassure Big Joe. "Have I ever been wrong yet, boss?" he asked nervously.

"No, Mike," Big Joe replied. "We like your information. By the way, who you got in bed with you tonight?"

"Well, boss, to be absolutely honest, she's a cute blonde, and a real goer. Would you like me to send her over to Reno for you? Try her out yourself?"

"Is she any good?"

"Boss, she's the greatest!"

"Not too fucked-out?"

"Still a babe in the woods. She knows her way around in bed all right, but she still is willing to learn anything new."

"Wonderful. I'd like to meet her. What's her name?"

"Arlene. Arlene Wright."

The telephone conversation between the two men continued for several more mintues while Arlene fumed. She didn't like the way Mike was talking about her. What did he think she was? A whore or something? When Mike finally hung up, she leaped out of bed like a young filly and stalked angrily up and down the room in naked anger.

"How dare you say I'll go over to Reno. And what was all that talk about me being a 'babe in the woods'? What the hell is going on?"

Mike laughed. "Come here," he commanded.

"What do you think I am, your slave?" Mike laughed again. He got out of bed and pulled on an expensive red lounging robe. He took a step toward Arlene but she retreated angrily into a corner. Mike followed after her.

He twisted her arm behind her back, drawing her pretty face up close to his. He felt refreshed by the few hours of sleep. Arlene looked sexier than ever in her rebellious mood. He held her very hard and forced a kiss on her full lips. Arlene fought against the desire that stirred unexpectedly in her. She resented the way Mike took her for granted. Why couldn't she resist him?

"Don't, Mike, don't." she said.

Mike kissed her again and again, and felt the girl slowly melt beneath the kisses. His hands played on her full breasts and his fingers teased their pinkish nipples.

He drew her slowly back to the bed.

"Mike," she whispered desperately, "why can't I say no to you?"

"You're going to Reno, aren't you?" He kissed her again on the lips and on her pulsing throat, and fondled her warm body. Arlene fought against her vanishing pride.

"Do you want me again?" she whispered, confused by her jumbled feelings of passion and resentment.

"You going to see Big Joe in Reno?" She turned her head, but Mike found her lips again and kissed her until she pressed her body back against his.

"Oh, Mike," she sobbed. "I'll do anything for you. But Mike; make love to me now, honey. I need you, Mike. I need it like only you can do it. Nobody gets to me like you do, Mike!"

Holding the already sex-hot, flush-faced girl flat against his body, he felt a shudder go through her. It seemed to ignite his own carnal desires and he leaned back several inches to wedge his hand between their bodies and clasp her breast. He began tweaking the hardening, spiky nipple between his thumb and forefingers, at the same time stabbing his tongue deeply into her opening mouth. Her own tongue danced lightly over his, and then he felt a sucking sensation as she worked his tongue further and further into her mouth.

The sucking sensation, accompanied by the twisting back and forth of her hips against his own, caused his prick to come fully erect, stabbing into her soft, lower abdomen.

"Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me, you sonova-bitch!" Arlene gasped.

Mike bent her back so that she fell across the edge of the bed, bringing him with her so that he was thrust down between her legs. His totally rigid cock stabbed against the tender pink cunt lips and a gasp escaped the quivering girl as he lunged forcefully into her cunt, burying his pulsing prick balls deep.

"Aghhhhhhh!" the girl gasped. Mike began buffetting and pounding into her brutally, and the girl's widespread legs jacked up and scissored around his thrashing hips. She was fully open and vulnerable as his hard cock sunk and churned back and forth along the clinging corridor of her tight little sheath, exciting it to the point of no return.

He felt her cunt muscles working his crown, caressing and gripping it, and he had to fight in order to hold back the cream frothing at the base of his prick.

But now, she gave a sudden shrill cry and began to climax, tears were springing to his eyes. He could hold back no longer. He came, sobbing, his cock going limp inside her.