Chapter 4
Early the following morning, at the other end of town from Angie Thompson's dental office, Woodrow "Woody" Behan sat in his kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. Todd Behan's father felt quite contented, and he relaxed with the morning newspaper spread open to the sports page while he hummed a tuneless little sung. At the moment, his only concern was whether he should change out of his baggy striped pajamas and go to work at the lumber yard, or if he should return to the bedroom and wake up his wife, Myrtle, fuck the hell out of her, and then go to work.
Woody Behan was a short, chunky man of forty-five, with course graying hair parted in the middle of his rather pointed head, a prominent double chin and eyes that looked like rabbit pellets under water. Most of the people in town who knew him considered him to be respectable and he nurtured this image, fostering the impression of honesty and thoughtfulness and a pillar of community standards. His employer considered him a pompous ass. But the man ran deeper than that, his other interests skillfully concealed and lying sinister and disguised ...
Another side to Woody Behan was one a few of their very close friends saw, for he and his wife were zealous "swingers". He knew, for example, that if he woke Myrtle, she would be in a receptive mood for him, because she was always ready for sex. Any kind, with anybody, at any hour, just like he was. He recalled with satisfied relish the mate-swap orgy they'd had at another couple's home last night, and the abandoned hours of naked screwing which had taken place after the dog-fuck movie had been shown. Which was why Myrtle was sleeping late this morning, having worn herself out after a multitude of orgasms. Hell, she'd even masturbated to climax twice while watching the film, he thought lustily ...
"D-Dad," an anxious young voice called to him.
"Good morning, Todd," Behan greeted, turning around to view his fifteen year old son coming in the kitchen. The boy was dressed for school, but was standing with his text books under one arm, embarrassingly scuffing one shoe a few feet from his father. Behan let his smile fade away, replacing it with a frown as he noticed the pain in his son's expression, and the puffy rings around his eyes.
"Why, Todd, you've been crying!"
"Yeah, I ... guess I have been," Todd replied, his chin trembling as he tried to hold back a fresh steam of tears.
"What's the matter?" he asked with great concern. "Are you upset because Mom and I went out last night? Didn't you have fun with the babysitter?"
"Aw, Bonnie was all right. It ... it isn't that." He took a hesitant step toward his father, and said in a fearful whisper: "You ... you won't be mad at me? No matter what?"
"Hey, don't think that, Todd. We've been too close for you to think such a thing. I'm your pal, right? What happened? You flunk a test?"
"Ohhhhh!" the teenager suddenly moaned, and bursting into tears, he crushed his young body to his father, almost upsetting the cup of coffee on the table. "Oh, Dad, I don't know what to do!" Todd was a quivering, confused soul, and hadn't been able to sleep all night from thinking about his humiliating experience in Miss Thompson's dental chair. He didn't know what to do or where to turn for advice, except to his father. It had taken all the time since he'd gotten up to gain the courage to tell what he'd done with his lady dentist, but he had to do it. His only hope was that his dad would explain what he'd done wrong and how to make it up to the older woman. He couldn't go on living feeling this bad, not for another day!
Woody Behan was terribly upset over his son's behavior. His first off-hand guess that Todd was troubled over school work was obviously incorrect - besides, his kid was too level-headed for that. He tried to recall his own teenage days and what had been the source of his problems, and recalled that they had almost entirely centered around girls. Well, Todd was growing up; it was time for him to experience some of the agonies of budding sex.
"Hey, I bet I know what it is," he said jocularly, ruffling the tow-headed boy's hair with encouragement and understanding. "It's about a girl, isn't it?"
"N-Not exactly, Dad. A ... A woman. A grown-up woman." Todd sniveled helplessly. "Miss Thompson, m-my dentist."
Behan was gripped with the wild temptation to laugh out loud. How normal! How perfectly innocently natural for his kid to get the hots for that sweet-assed lady dentist! Hell, every time he'd gotten a glimpse of Miss Thompson's charms, he'd had the lewd urge to ram his cock hard up between those firm, satin-like thighs of hers and stick her like a pig on a spit! How could he blame his son for having a crush on her? But one look into his son's pain-filled eyes and he knew that to laugh now would crush him to the core. Instead, he said soothingly: "Well, don't feel bad. Your dentist is a lovely woman, Todd, and I bet all of her boy patients feel the same way about her that you do."
"B-But not one of them did what I've done with her," Todd stammered tearfully.
"What was that, son?"
"I ... I...."Todd took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed as though expecting an executioner's axe to fall. "I ... let her take my pants off and ... and play with me."
"What?" Behan dropped his jaw open in stunned disbelief. "She what?"
"N-Now you're mad at me! I can tell! You told me never to let anybody play with my thing, and now you're mad at me!" Todd struggled against his father in an effort to break free, but Woody held his son tightly in a firm but gentle grip.
"No, son, I'm not angry," he said, trying to calm him. "I ... I simply was shocked for a moment. Now settle down and tell me all about it. Was this yesterday when it happened, while you were up in her office to get that inlay put in?"
"Uh-huh," Todd nodded, wiping away his tears with one small balled fist.
"So that's why she didn't put it in!" Behan exclaimed.
"S-She told me to say that it wasn't ready, but it was. I was sitting in that big chair and she was poking around in my mouth when...."
As the boy continued to explain how the older woman had seduced him the previous afternoon, Woody Behan felt a seething resentment boiling up in his chest. Jesus H. Christ! It was one thing for him and his wife to fool around. They were adults and only did it with other adults who felt the same way. They were old enough to know what they were doing and stop if they wanted to. But Miss Thompson had sucked his own son's penis. The gall of that bitch! Goddamn, he couldn't imagine his kid getting involved in a situation like that, but he had - and Woody's own cock gave a slight jerk at the thought of what Todd had experienced. He'd have given a month's salary to have had those cherry lips of hers wrapped around the lust-engorged shaft of his prick, that's no lie!
" ... then she told me to get dressed," the father heard his young son finish relating. "And gee, Dad, that's the trouble. I mean, I don't understand why she turned so cold all of a sudden! One minute she's calling me all sorts of sweet things, and the next she's acting like she's angry at me. You gotta tell me what I did wrong, Dad, please ... will you?"
The older man looked at his tearfully pleading son, feeling a loss to know what calming and rational advice to give so immature and inexperienced a boy. But still came the envious thought that by all rights, he should have been the one lying naked in the dental chair while that gorgeous brunette sucked his cum!
"Well, Todd," he began slowly, searching carefully for the proper words, "I'll have to talk to you man-to-man, and not just father-and-son. The way you described what happened, I don't think you did anything wrong, and I've got a feeling Miss Thompson enjoyed every minute of it. Yes, sir, in fact, I'd bet on it!"
"Th-Then why did she tell me to go home and forget it ever happened, Dad?"
Behan turned to sip his coffee and then explained: "Well, women can be very funny about those things at times. You'll probably learn that more as you grow up. It has to do with their pride, that's my opinion, and some women never can just have ... fun and leave it at that. They have to have some excuse for letting themselves go, like being drunk or being raped or something like that. Women like to think themselves pure and holy, even when they're not. Miss Thompson probably felt very naughty for having su-- I mean, for having played with you, that's all. She was angry at herself, not you."
"You mean because I was a kid?" "Well, most people want a lover who's around their same age, and you are a little young for her. I'd suggest you stick to girls about your own age and leave Miss Thompson to me."
"T-To you, Dad? Are you going to get Miss Thompson into a lot of trouble? Oh, please don't do that! She's such a nice lady, and I promised I wouldn't tell!"
Woody Behan patted his son's hand affectionately. "No, no, I won't get her into any trouble. But I think it would make you feel better if I went over and talked to her, wouldn't it? You know, just to smooth things over. Okay, son?"
"Sure, Dad, sure! That'll be swell of you! Oh gee, I've got the bestest dad in the whole world!"
"Now go wash your face and hop off to school. And Todd....""Yes?"
"If I were you, I'd keep this all a very big secret!"
"Don't worry about that, Dad! I won't tell anybody, not now that you've helped!" And with that, Todd hurried out of the kitchen ...
Behan sat back in his chair, smirking lewdly with his smoldering emotions. He had to protect his son ... but it was too late to try and act the innocent and outraged parent with him. Todd was too old to hide the birds and bees from, especially after that bitch had sucked his cock off. Yeah ... and thinking of what she'd done to his son made him more intent on teaching her a lesson she'd never forget. Smarting with righteous indignation that he'd not wanted to show his child, Woody Behan was contemplating what he'd do to that lady dentist just as soon as he could. He had an insane desire to fuck that child-molesting bitch and pay her back for seducing Todd. What a fitting retribution for the shameless boy-lover, he thought wickedly; a punishment be fitting the crime...!
Lew Grady was spending the same morning sitting in a cocktail lounge, drinking beer and wishing he wasn't. Just his damn-fool luck that he'd fall in love with a Fern Lib woman who frustrated him at every turn with her better-than-thou attitude. He'd wanted Angie Thompson almost from the first time they'd met, his loins firing with sexual needs every moment they were together. With an experienced man's instinct for such things, he still felt she was attracted to him, even after the rather selfish way he'd tried to get into her panties in her office yesterday. Damn, he'd been an idiot then! Not that he was particularly sorry for having nearly fucked her against her work desk, but right when she'd given up fighting him, he'd gone and blown his cum all over her pussy. What a hell of a thing to have happen! He wanted to lodge his hard cock up inside that tender cunt of hers in the worst way, and having been so close and failed, only incited him further.
Grady alternated from clenching his beer glass as his penis ached with pent-up desires, and drinking the beer in an effort to quench the passion that stirred every time he thought of the woman dentist only a few blocks away. At last he banged the glass down on the counter, causing the bartender to turn around with a frown. But after a morning of drinking, Lew Brady didn't give a hang about the bartender or going to his company, but only about the lewd, throbbing pain in his cock and swelling testicles, and his avid lust for the slim-waisted, taut-breasted brunette he loved. And where was she now? Not with him, where she belonged. No, she was more than likely up in her office, conscientiously pulling some snot-nosed brat's mouth apart. No - it was too early for the little darling monsters - she was probably up there all alone sifting through her records and waiting for them. And then, with a gleam in his drunken eye, Grady thought: All alone, she's up there all alone!
Sure, she'd told him to stay away and never darken her doorstep again, etc. etc., but shit. How much can a man take? He had to have her and to hell with the consequences! Once he had his rod of a cock rammed into her tender cunt, she'd either want him to stay forever or really throw him out on his ear. But it would sure clear the air one way or the other!
Unsteadily, he got off the stool, not caring about the prominent bulge in the front of his pants, or the slight seepage of seminal fluid which had made a telltale wet ring on the material. He flipped some bills and change noisily on the bar, staggered into the toilet to receive his bladder, and then walked out into the morning sunlight. The cocktail lounge was situated almost half-way between the dental lab he owned and Angie's office. He took one slow look over his shoulder in the direction of his laboratory, and then with that earnest expression of a drunk trying to appear sober, Lew Grady started walking toward the Medical-Dental building on Salmon Street.
When he reached the ninth floor and had navigated down the corridor to Angie's office, he was surprised to find two other men waiting outside her locked door. He recognized the younger of them as Frank Waters, the brother of Angie's roommate, and he said to him: "Frank, what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for Angie to show up," came the answer. Frank nodded toward the second man. "Meet Woody Behan, Lew," and then as an aside, said to the other: "This is Lew Grady, Angie's boy friend."
"Ha!" Behan snorted, refusing to raise his hand and shake. "Boy friend, my ass. My son Todd is your lady dentist's lover!"
"What the hell do you mean by that, mister?" Grady snapped, sensing an irrational anger rising from the lewd remark.
"Just what he said," Frank cut in. "We've been exchanging notes, Woody and I, and it seems that your darling Angie has been quite the busy beaver!"
"Busy beaver? That's a dirty crack if I ever heard one! Take that back, Frank, or I'll ram it down your throat!"
"Don't get excited, Grady," Behan growled.
"Who's excited!" Grady shouted. "I'm very calm! I come up here to see Angie, and instead I get you two bums cracking wise about her!" He was rapidly getting more enraged the more he drunkenly considered the situation, right when he was supposed to be alone with Angie! "And just what the hell have you done with her anyway?"
"She hasn't shown up yet," Behan said.
"She probably doesn't have the guts to, after what she did all last night with my sister." Frank Waters added angrily. "I couldn't get a wink of sleep for them two banging away until dawn. I thought they'd never quit."
"B-Banging away? You mean they were . .."
"Your eyes are falling out, Grady," Frank sneered with a cynical grin. "Yeah, I mean they were stark naked on Angie's bed and licking each other's twats like they were lollipops."
"And that was after she spent the afternoon sucking my son's prick off," Behan fumed at the man. "Took his pants down and sucked his prick until the kid came in her mouth, right there in her dentist chair!"
Sucking his prick... For some reason that phrase burned deeper into Lew Grady's brain than all the other obscene details. He felt as if he'd been struck over the head with a baseball bat, and his breath knocked totally out of his lungs. Christ ... was it possible? Angie ... sucking off one of her young patients, and then making love with another girl later that night... Angie, his Angie! And after refusing him!
His insides churned with the lewdness of the very idea, but it was too wild a story not to believe!
"I see that caught you by the short hairs," Frank said derisively. "Don't think you're alone - both me'n Woody here have been raging about it before you came up here."
"It ... it seems impossible!" Grady gasped, his eyes round and very wide, and his mouth hanging agape. "Incredible!"
"Well, I'm sorry I rapped at you the way I did," Behan grumbled apologetically. "I mean, we didn't know if you were in on it or not,; seeing as you're her boy friend. It's obvious, though, that you're as shocked as we were."
"That bitch!" Grady blurted unreasonably.
"Just what we called her," Frank agreed heartily.
That fuckin' bitch!" In normal circumstances, Lew would have been angry for finding out that his girl was fooling around with other guys. But this was too much to take! Angie had not only lied to him with all her phony baloney about Fern Lib and keeping her honor, she'd been screwing around behind his back with kids and women! Next thing he'd know, a kennel owner would be here saying she'd raped his dog pack! By Christ, she'd made the fool out of him! And no one dared do that to Lewis Farnsworth Grady without facing the most terrible revenge!
"So now we all know what she really is," Behan said in his curt, gruff voice. "Which brings us to the reason why we're up here waiting for her. What're we going to do about it? I mean, well ... it was my kid she seduced, right?"
"And my sister she was diddling with," Frank Waters added. Slowly, his handsome face twisted in a lewd grin. "I'd been planning to get a little when she was all alone here, if you want to know the truth. You know, sort of pay her back ... Do I make myself clear?"
"I don't need no diagram, buddy," Behan said, his eyes narrowing salaciously. "I had the same idea this morning when Todd was telling me about how hot she was for him. Hell, why not? What can she do about it - ?"
"A damn lot more than she bargained for," Waters replied, and then began to chuckle lewdly. "I don't mind admitting I've got a pecker that's hard as a stone wall, and it's been aching to bury itself in that lovely-assed broad for too fucking long! There's no doubt in my mind what I'm going to do ... but you guys do what you want about it."
"I'm with you, buddy. I say we punish her with a dose of her own medicine. But... how about you, Grady?"
Lew Grady drew himself up in all his fury, his eyes blazing with hatred and pain. "Me?" he snarled at last. "You're asking me what I think? She worked me over more than she did you two, her and her bullshit about women's liberation and respect for her body! Me?" he repeated heatedly. "Well, goddammit, let's all three of us give that cock-teasing slut something she won't forget for the rest of her born days...!"
The mid-morning weather was warm and sunny, with a cloudless blue sky and a faint rustling breeze that made you glad you were alive. But the tormented dentist, Angie Thompson would have preferred the morning to have been dark and foreboding with clouds of rain. Then it would have matched the mood in her heart, for she was chilled by a blanket of icy remembrances of the night before.
It was five after ten before Angie awoke to find herself still splayed naked and exposed on her own bed where Sheryl had finally left her She knew she would never make it downtown on time, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go to work at all, terrified at the thought of facing her young patients with, she was sure, her disgrace as evident as the sun itself. Mentally she was crushed; physically she was bruised and raw, her dark-nippled breasts rubbed sore and her mouth-ravaged vagina swollen and tender. It had been one long night of lesbian sin, ending only when Sheryl had feared her brother might awaken and catch them together, and as soon as the blonde-haired girl has slipped from her room, Angie had drifted into a restless slumber of exhaustion. Now that she was awake, the older woman writhed miserably on her bed, her eyes puddling briefly. But she would not let herself cry. There was a time for crying, and then there was a time for facing up to what she had done. There was no sticking her head into a hole and playing the ostrich, no matter how much she wished she could. Life went on, and would continue to go on all around her, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it.
On trembling legs, she walked from the bed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then returned and dressed in a thick pink woolen dress that buttoned from her waist to her throat. She had, in her hysteria the previous afternoon, not even bothered to change from her white smock when she'd left her office. As a result, yesterday's clothes were still hanging in the closet there, and she had to take the smock along with her when she left the house. She drove her car speedily from the suburban neighborhood, a thick lump clutching at her throat from her reluctance to go anywhere near her office. She prayed that she'd be kept busy enough to forget what had happened, but she was intuitively afraid that nothing would help, not even temporarily. Yet hopefully in time there would be nothing except a minor scar to remind her of the salacious incident pressing heavily on her tortured thoughts. She wanted to blame her shameful disgrace on the brandy, or, failing that, on Sheryl's sordid behavior, but she realized she could not. The truth of the matter was that it was as much her own fault as anybody's, allowing herself to be sexually abused by another woman while she responded lewdly with uninhibited passion. God, if only she hadn't surrendered to her own lecherous passions which had come out of nowhere to take command of her senses! If only she hadn't seduced young Todd Behan in her own dental chair yesterday afternoon! If only she'd been a stronger person inside and not allowed the strange persistant urges to blind her! If only! She had only herself to blame, and it was like crying over spilt milk. It had happened, and there was no use denying it...
The troubled lady dentist whipped the car into the parking area of the Medical-Dental building and glided it to a stop in the space reserved for her. Then she started for the rear entrance and the elevator that would take her to her office floor, staggering slightly as she was compelled to admit she was weak with emotion. She was a woman like any other, and a slave to her body, and it frightened Angie to consider that, knowing she could never be sure she could trust herself again. According to Women Forward!, women were unblemished by animal lust and above the crudities of loutish men; now, she could no longer claim to be that kind of person. She was painfully aware of her suddenly unrestrained cravings that she had denied and repressed for so long, and of how they had been awakened into an ungovernable force that was threatening to overtake her life from here on in. First children ... then women ... Dear Lord, would she ever be safe from failing again?
She must try! She must try and she must win, if ever she were to lead a wholesome life again. Perhaps it was her pride, or her stubborn resolve to go down fighting, that prompted her to continue as if nothing had happened. She would not repeat her obscene seductions, no matter how enticing her patients became. She would stay with Sheryl, though, at least until she knew for certain she could not control her traitorous emotions again. She would salvage what scraps of self-respect she could muster ... she must, for her own sanity!
The hallway was empty when she reached the ninth floor. Almost too quiet, she thought as she hurried down the corridor, a strange tingle of apprehension dogging her steps. Nervously, she inserted the key in the lock of her office door, snapping the latch back and turning the handle.
Just as she opened the door, there was a scuffling sound in the shadowed ell on her left. Before she could turn around to see what it was, a thick burly arm suddenly shoved her forcefully into her office, causing her to stumble and almost fall to-her knees. She caught her balance and swung around, just in time to see three hulking men diving after her into the office and slamming the door. She recognized Lew Grady and Frank Walters immediately, and thought the third man was Todd's father, Woodrow Behan. She wasn't sure, for she hadn't seen him too many times, and then only in fleeting glimpses when he'd been there to leave Todd or pick him up again. But even as it was, the sight of all of them standing and staring at her astonished Angie almost to the point of speechlessness.
"Wh-What is this?" she stammered. "What are you doing?"
"Just a little social call, Angie," Lew said maliciously.
"But we wanted to make sure you invited us in," Frank added with a corrupting sneer. "You know all of us, don't you? Me, Lew, of course, good old Lew; and Woody Behan?"
"Y-Yes...."
"Todd's father," Behan expanded in a liquid voice that seemed to carry a current of malice beneath it. "You remember Todd...."
In rapidly mounting confusion, the young brunette looked from one to the other of the luridly contorted faces, a series of frightened thoughts beginning to race through her mind. This was no social call ... they'd forced their way in her office after hiding down the ell! God, why were they here? Had they found out anything...?
"Lock the door," Frank snapped to Grady, and Grady, who was the nearest, opened the office door a crack to remove the key from the outside lock where Angie had left it. Then he reversed the DOCTOR OUT sign and shut the door again, twisting the key securely in the latch before dropping it in his pants pocket.
"There," he said with a hint of smugness. "We're all alone, Angie. Just us three guys and you. Cozy, ain't it?"
"But ... but why?" she gasped, her mouth wide and her eyes round with shock.
"Because we all want a little of your personal dental work, Angie," Frank leered derisively. "The special kind that ain't done in the mouth."
Angie felt her face flush instantly at the vile sound of his words, stiffening at his obscene implications.
"Now, if you say this is all news to you," Behan threw at her, "I could always get Todd from school to help explain."
"Or," Frank put in, "I could get Sheryl up here. I don't think I should, though; she must be mighty peeked this morning, not having had any sleep last night."
"W-What? What?"
"Don't act so damned naive, Angie," Grady spat harshly. "Or didn't you know that Todd told his father, and Frank here saw you with his sister last night."
"No! No!" Angie choked, swerving to stare petrified at Frank. "You didn't, did you? You couldn't have! No!"
"Damned right I did," Frank snapped in reply. "I walked right in your bedroom, only you and Sheryl were sucking cunts so much, I could've shot off a cannon and you wouldn't have stopped!"
The trapped lady dentist shuddered violently, backing away from the men a step at a time into her tiny waiting room. She sensed she was on the verge of fainting dead away, her knees feeling like jelly and her face draining of the blood she'd blushed a moment before. Dear God, there was no mistake! She couldn't believe it, but they knew! Her worst fears had been realized!
Her initial surprise was giving way to the first stages of panic, and as she looked at the three men, tiny sensations of dread flitted through her stomach. She stared imploringly at Lew Grady, the man who loved her and should, of the three, protect her. But his features were far from sympathetic and compassionate, even more savage than the other two. He was a stranger now, his face twisted into lines of ruthlessness, mirroring his desire for revenge and punishment. If there had been any question in Angie's mind, the slightest doubt why they were here, the sight of Grady's expression vanished it from her mind.
"P-Please ... please listen to me," she whimpered, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears. "Let me explain...."
"What's the matter, darling?" Lew taunted cruelly. "You all shook up because we discovered you like women and boys instead of men? Now, I wouldn't worry about that if I were you."
"We're not going to tell the cops on you," Frank continued.
"Not if you're nice to us!" Behan finished with a grin.
Angie's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had turned over. She had gotten the male trio's meaning all right; it was obvious what being "nice" meant in terms of what they wanted to do to her. Vivid memories of Lew Grady's thick, long penis sliding along her inner thighs in his effort to penetrate her cringing vagina yesterday came flooding back to mind. Momentarily she feared she would faint right there in her waiting room, and she cowered fearfully as the men stepped toward her like snarling beasts encircling their prey.
In a final desperate bid to escape, Angie leaped for the door. In her mindless frenzy, it didn't occur to her that it was locked and the key was in Grady's pocket. Or that if she did not submit to their obscene whims they could trap her into a still more disastrous situation of exposure and prison. All her hysterical brain could see was the horrifying picture of three brutal men forcing her to submit to their lewd desires in the name of punishment and revenge. Her loins would be their helpless toy to be abused in their rapacious quest for satisfaction ... satisfaction that would only abused when they had purged their hateful semen deep inside her defenseless belly and had abandoned her, a husk-ruined beyond hope or recovery...!
"Nooooo!" she screamed crazily as she fought them. "No, I won't let you!"