Chapter 3
Pauline saw her husband drive up. She rang the intercom impatiently, "Waldo! Waldo!"
"What is it, Mrs. Parker?" the grinning houseboy asked.
"What the hell are you always laughing about, you scum! Get me a drink and tell that fucking husband of mine to get his ass up here lickety split!"
Waldo turned to leave. Then Pauline thought of something else. "No, wait a minute. Don't tell him that. I have something else to attend to."
"Going to make a phone call, Missy?" the houseboy asked, laughing as he closed the door behind him.
Pauline was about to call him back to find out what the hell he was always laughing about. But she had better things to do. She was after bigger game.
She picked up the phone and dialed the office of the Eastport Gazette. "Let me talk to gossip columnist Muriel Oates. This is an anonymous phone call with a hot tip for her."
"One moment," the switchboard answered. Then she covered the receiver and yelled, "Hey, Muriel, it's the Mayor's batty wife!"
"Hello. This is Miss Oates. What is the story?"
"Here's the tip, drip," Pauline laughed, taking a swig from her drink. "Tonight the Mayor's vice squad is going to raid that sex bar on the South Side."
"The Lavender Lick?" Muriel asked breathlessly.
"You got it, sister. And here's the flash. You want a hot story, you go there tonight at ten o'clock and get a load of the clients getting arrested. There's going to be big fish in that polluted pond!"
"Madame, who are you?" Muriel Oates asked.
"The tooth fairy, that's who!" Pauline snorted and hung up.
Then she crossed over to the full-length mirror. She slipped off her nightgown. It wouldn't look good for her to be wearing the same nightgown that he'd seen her in this morning. She wanted to make the effort to look nice for Chuck. Because tonight it was all or nothing.
Funny thing about sex, she thought. The more you get, the more you want. Seeing Dean Crawford this morning had put her in just the right frame of mind to get something on for tonight.
She selected a flimsy orange nightgown. Her lucky color. She applied a dab of perfume behind the ears, the kind that used to make him go wild, she remembered. If tonight he couldn't get it on, she'd have her proof that he was slipping it into someone else on the side. Then she'd get him, she would! The lousy scum!
"Hey! Dildo!" she roared over the intercom.
The houseboy opened the door. "The name is Waldo, Ma'am."
"Yeah, whatever. Tell His Honor he can come up now."
"I'll tell him he can come now. I hope he wants to come now. Sometimes you want him to come, but he doesn't want to come," Waldo chuckled as he closed the door behind him.
Jesus, Pauline thought. What does this guy know that he's always making little remarks? He was beginning to upset her. And Pauline needed a clear head to put tonight's plan into operation.
A few minutes later Chuck Parker came trudging up the steps. "What is it, Pauline? Anything new?"
"Yeah, something's new," She pulled open her nightgown. "Someone planted a seed in my cunt and I grew a new cut. Take a look."
"Don't talk like such a pig, Pauline," her husband rebuked her.
"Then don't ask me such lame ass questions. What's new? What kind of crap is that?" Pauline rebuttoned her nightgown. Then she changed her strident tone of voice and tried to sound sexy. "Come, he down here on the bed, Chuckie. Give it to Mamma, the way you used to. I'm hot for you, honey."
Chuck groaned. Not this again. "I'm really tired, Pauline. I have a terrible headache."
"You have a headache. Well ain't that a hot one! Mamma's got the hots and Papa's got the headache! That's a switch on the American dream." Then Pauline moved to put her plan into operation. "I'll get you something for your headache." And before Chuck could stop her, his wife bolted into the bathroom.
Chuck sighed. He'd let her give him an aspirin or two, then just pretend that they didn't work. But sooner or later he was going to have to do something. But what?
Divorce? Unthinkable for a politician in the middle of an election campaign. But he couldn't keep her satisfied-it would take a whole football team to do that! And besides, now with young Suzy on his hands-
What to do-how to get rid of this raging nymphomaniac who was hell-bent to suck him into oblivion.
Pauline reached for the two sleeping tablets Dean had instructed her to give to her husband. From the bathroom she dimmed the lights in the bedroom, just in case he was watching. But he'd never know what he was taking. She knew it would work. Knock him out cold. Then she'd find out what he was really up to-why her raging bull had become a stumbling steer.
"Here you go, honey. This'll help your headache." Then Pauline reached down and goosed him. "And if it cures your headache, it'll do wonders for mine!"
She. let go of his cock and handed him the pills, which he took like an infant. "Now let's relax in bed." She led him by the hand to the mournfully. "My whole body is tired. Every muscle is aching."
"Every one?" Pauline asked. She reached down with her smooth arms to feel the muscle she was interested in. It lay there, limp and flaccid, "fagged out" as they say in Britain.
"I'm sorry, Pauline. I told you I wouldn't be able to get it on tonight. I'm really tired. If I could just lie back for a few winks-second-wi--. "
He never finished the sentence. He was out.
"You bastard," Pauline snorted. Then she got up and turned on the lights. If I discover there's someone else, she thought, you are dead. Your goose is cooked.
Once the lights were on, Pauline went back over to her bed. Her husband was seemingly sound asleep.
"Chuck-Chuck-" she whispered in his ear. "This is your Mamma talking. You will answer all my questions. Mamma has a few things she would like to know."
"Okay, Mamma," Chuck answered obediently, heavily influenced by the powerful drug.
As she talked, Pauline unfastened her husband's belt and reached under his shorts to grab hold of his limp cock. "Mamma wants to know why you don't want it tonight."
"So tired-" her husband answered.
"Tired from what?" she prodded, jerking his cock in her hand, and opening her nightgown so that, should he come to life, she could slip it in.
"Tired from work," her husband answered. "And from all the other-"
"The other?" Pauline flashed.
"Yeah," Chuck replied, under the influence of the merciless truth drug.
And then Pauline saw it.
The red tooth marks on her husband's cock.
Now it was confirmed. Now there was no turning back.
"Who is the other? Tell Mamma!" Pauline commanded.
"Today it was Suzy Jo Hollander, the new secretary. Yesterday it was Muriel Oates from the Gazette. Friday it was Karin-"
"Thank you, Sucker!" Pauline flung his meat back at him, and saw him stiffen up with a surge of pain.
"What the-" he was half awake, half asleep.
"Shhh, go to sleep. Mamma's sorry," Pauline said in a soothing voice. She watched him settle back into drugged slumber. "Mamma's sorry," she repeated. "But you'll be sorrier!"
Pauline tiptoed out. She called to the houseboy. "Waldo, get the convertible out from the garage. The orange one."
"Going somewhere with His Honor?" Waldo asked.
"No. I'm going somewhere with my honor," she laughed shrilly. Then she added, "Waldo, you keep asking so many questions and you're going to be out on your ass!"
"I doubt that," the grinning houseboy said, heading to the garage. Pauline tiptoed back into the bedroom. She looked-through the closet. It had to be something young, something kinky. She selected a bright orange hot pants and flimsy see-through top. With her huge, bulging tits, she knew that style suited her. It showed her off for what she was-still young and firm, and all woman. Not some prissy high school girl scout.
Just to fit into the scene she knew she would be in, Pauline put some orange glitter on her nipples.
Now she was ready, she thought. She turned to face her snoring husband. You bastard, I'll get you if it's the last event in my existence. And it just might be.
But God, Pauline thought, I still feel something for this guy. Nobody has such hot sizzling meat-nobody else's tongue ever knew how to eat into her entrails. Lapping up her cunt. Oh, what fond memories!
Pauline shook her head in determination. Fuck those memories. It's the present that counts. She took a last look at herself in the mirror. She was dynamite. She was ready.
"Missy looks real cool tonight."
Waldo opened the door of the shiny orange convertible for her. "Thank you," she said, coldly.
"Should I tell anyone you left?" Waldo asked.
"They'll all know soon enough," Pauline smiled, slamming the door behind her, and racing off down the driveway.
The Lavender Lick was notorious throughout Eastport. It was a juice bar, a hangout for the wealthy kids of wealthy families. Because it was a juice bar and didn't have a liquor license, it could serve the kids without their parents worrying about them taking spirits.
Of course popping pills and shooting dope, that was another story. And it was drugs and drugged sex that made the Lavender Lick famous. And that was why they were going to raid it tonight.
Pauline parked her car around the corner from the Lick. She checked her hair in the rear view mirror. It was red, full and long, the way the girls wore it. In the dim light of the dancing floor, no one would know she was any older than seventeen. What a hot time she would have. And how Chuck would squirm when she herself-the Mayor's virtuous wife-was among those caught in the raid.
The doorman smiled broadly at her. She felt a tingle herself as she saw him look down at her full, succulent breasts barely hidden under the flimsy blouse.
Hot damn, she thought. If I turn on the doorman, and he sees a thousand teenies' titties a night, I must really look super!
The place was packed. Records were being played, and some of the kids were dancing. Others were stumbling around, in varying stages of drug-induced stupor. Some were asleep on the tables. Others were nodding out on the floor. Some danced together, asleep on each other's shoulders.
Welcome to the Senior Prom, Pauline thought.
"Hey!" Pauline screamed. A young boy had surprised her from behind, grabbing hold of her firm breasts. He started humping her succulent ass with his hard ramrod. "Cut that out!"
"What's the matter with you? Don't be so uptight. Don't you dance?"
"Is that what that's called?" She was about to say they didn't call that dancing in her day, but she didn't want to give away her age.
"Sure, that's new dance step," he laughed, humping her from behind as he spoke.
"The funky chicken?" Pauline queried.
"Nah, the horny hippo." He squeezed her firm tits harder, and with the other hand he began exploring her body.
Pauline was getting turned on. She relaxed a bit so that she could feel his hardness behind her. They were cute at that age, she had to admit.
The boy's free hand was moving down to the border of Pauline's hot pants. "No, stop, now! That's enough. Really!"
"Forget it, chick," he said soothingly. "No one cares what the hell you do here. Everyone's so spaced out on drugs-nobody's watching us-everybody is into their own thing." He felt the first silken hints of her snatch. "Everyone's into their own thing-and I'd love to get into yours. Ram my young ramrod up your juicy pussy-you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Pauline was divided. "I'm really going to have to ask you to please stopOooh, do that again!"
His finger had entered her flaming hole. She was starting to get really excited. He seemed so athletic-one hand squeezing her ripe tits, the otherhumming into her hot pussy. And the third member of the team assaulting her ass.
"My car is parked outside," Pauline whispered. "Would you like to-Hey!"
The boy slumped to the floor. "What the hell!" Pauline snorted.
The doorman came over. "Too many pills," he said, shaking his head.
"Is he-dead?" Pauline asked, haltingly.
"Nah, they never die, these punks. He'll just crash for a while, then wake up raring to go, to take more pills. That's the way to live. You kids! You kids!" he shook his head in disgust, then slowly walked away.
Pauline felt pretty disgusted herself. Just when she was warming up, he worms out. She looked around. They were all like that. All the kids looked so unsteady, like if you blew hard enough they'd fall over in the wind.
No wonder they were raiding this place, Pauline thought to herself. And wouldn't her ever-loving hubby be pissed to know who turns out to be in the raid! Ever-loving hubby, she snorted. Ever-loving everybody else but her!
Pauline looked for the bathroom, but couldn't seem to find it. She would have to ask someone. She tried to sound like the kids she saw as she approached another young girl.
"Hey, sister, like where's the ladies room?"
The girl looked stoned dead. "Fuck off, sweetie. There are no "Ladies" here." She walked off.
Pauline wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. She approached a young couple. "Hey, kids, where's the john?"
The boy stared at her with bloodshot eyes. "I'm John. Who's looking for me?"
His girlfriend seemed angry. "You keep away from John, you cocksucker!"
"I think you misunderstand me," Pauline ventured. "I'm not looking for John. I'm looking for a john, a toilet. You dig?"
"Oh, so you're not looking for John; he's good enough for me, but you wouldn't let him near those big purple tits of yours, huh?" The girl pulled out a knife. "Get lost, sister! John is my man. If I ever see you around him again, I'll slit your fuckin' tits off your chest and feed them to my dog. You hear? Stay away from John!"
Pauline hurried away. As she turned she heard the girl ask her boyfriend, "Who is that red-haired chick?"
"I knew her a few years ago," the boy mumbled.
Pauline shook her head. They were right to be closing down this hell hole! What had the youth of America sunk to?
But that wasn't the most important thing on her mind. She had to find a ladies room and a nice clean toilet.
Pauline approached a bespectacled boy with curly brown hair. She decided to use a direct approach.
"Hey, can you help me out? I gotta pee."
He seemed helpful. "Sure, follow me, right this way. My name is Jack, by the way."
He led her down a corridor, past several sleeping, snoring kids. Then up a staircase. Pauline breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed to have found someone normal.
The top floor of the Lavender Lick was very dimly lit, even darker than the main floor. Pauline cold hardly see where she was going. And with her six-inch-high platform shoes, she had to be careful.
"Which way?" she asked Jack.
'This way, baby!" he sprang down on the floor beneath her. He opened his mouth wide and pointed. "Feed me, Mamma. Feed your baby!"
Pauline didn't know what he wanted. Her expression must have shown it. The boy reached up and in a swift movement undid her hot pants, slipping them down to Pauline's dimpled knees.
"What's coming off?" Pauline asked, frightened, not understanding what he was doing.
"What's coming off?" Jack laughed. "You are, baby. Right in my mouth." He slipped her panties down and held on to her knees. His mouth was stretched open right near her cunt. "Do it, Mamma!"
"Look, you creep," Pauline yelled. "I don't want anyone to eat me now. I told you, I have to piss!"
"And what the hell do you think I'm talking about? Drop your pee in my mouth. Let me take your piss," Jack begged. "Let me take your pussy pee."
Now she understood. She'd heard about these aberrations, but this was one she'd never tried. The thought did turn her on. Maybe it was the strange atmosphere of the place that was removing inhibitions. Maybe it was the sight of the young guy's open mouth on her pussy.
Or maybe it was just that she really had to pee, and there might not be a bathroom in the place.
For whatever reason she decided to feed her new friend. "Here goes, buster."
Jack opened his mouth wide. He tingled with anticipation of the golden drops that were soon to be his. He'd eaten everything else-pussy juice-once, after his girlfriend had blown him, he'd kissed her and tasted his own hot come! Now he wanted to take this red-haired beauty's flaming golden pee.
Pauline undulated her hips on top of him trying to make her piss come faster. At first she felt she couldn't. Jack sensed her tenseness. With his arms he moved behind her juicy, fleshy buttocks and grabbed them hard. He pushed forward, rolled them around in his arms-it felt as though they were the pump that controlled the pussy piss-succulent buttocks-sweet piss-he sucked and whooshed, trying to make the golden shower come his way.
She reared back and let it flow-Jack felt the sweet flood pour into him in a surging stream. He helped it come, sucking it out with his vacuum cleaner mouth.
He looked up to see what the expression on the woman's face was. She must be new at this, he thought. Her eyes were closed, but in the excitement she'd moved her hands on top of his, where they were resting on her pink buttocks.
Then he felt her tense up, like it was all over. He stood up, licking his lips. "Good to the last drop," he laughed, and then he dashed down the steps.
Pauline leaned against the banister. That had been an unusual surprise, she thought. The Lavender Lick wasn't so bad after all. But it was a little like Halloween-you never knew whether it would be trick or treat.
She began walking downstairs. So this was what the younger generation was into. Well, with sex like that, you didn't have to worry about birth control. Pauline had always heard the expression that young boys were full of piss and vinegar. At least she could vouch for half of it.
Pauline reached the main floor and turned down what she thought was the same corridor Jack had led her through. But it was a different one. And there in the middle of the dimly lit corridor was a door with the word bathroom. Well, good things come to those who wait, she thought. I may as well go in and fix my hair, Pauline decided.
She should have know. After all, it hadn't said Ladies Room. And it hadn't said Men's Room. It had just said Bathroom.
Pauline was inside her first coed bathroom. A unisex urinal.
Some of the stalls had doors. Some didn't. Through one she could see a pair of high heel shoes. Were they men's or women's? You couldn't tell anything today.
She looked around. It was very dark, darker than the corridors. Some of the kids seemed to have fallen asleep, crashing on the drugs. Others were nonchalantly involved in urination and defecation. Some were having sex in a sort of absent-minded way.
Good Lord, Pauline thought, it's time to go. I hope they raid this place soon.
"Don't go, chickie. Chicken Little!" A young girl reached up from the floor and grabbed Pauline's leg.
"Let go. I think you've made a mistake, sister. Take another look," Pauline smiled, trying to be a good sport about it.
"I didn't make any mistake, chickie," said the girl with a smile. Her teeth were blindingly white, particularly when set off by that blue black hair. She was quite beautiful, Pauline thought. But in a sick, evil way. She had been lying on the floor having her cunt eaten by a young man. Now he had apparently fallen asleep in her lap. She reached up from the floor to stroke Pauline's shapely legs.
"No-Moana never makes a mistake," she laughed shrilly, flashing her smile.
"Let go of my legs," Pauline insisted, "I want to leave. This room turns me off."
Moana laughed. "It turns her off! It turns her off! Chickie, don't you know where you are now? You are in hell! This room is hell! Feel how warm the floor is. It's made of fire and brimstone. Feel it, chickie-warm, pulsing, hot-like my hot black twat-get down on your knees, chickie! Lick that floor! Lick my twat!"
Moana jerked her pelvis, flicking the sleeping boy off her lap. Then she pulled on Pauline's legs. "Come down. Come down, I tell you! Moana wants you! Down, you cunt!"
Moana was as strong as a man. She dragged
Pauline to the floor in a fast jerk. Pauline landed on top of her.
Moana laughed shrilly and pounced on Pauline's succulent tits. She held one in her hand, running her silver fingernails over the sensitive nipples. Then she brought her mouth down upon it.
What am I doing, Pauline thought. But she was powerless. She couldn't move. She was erotically hypnotized by black-haired Moana.
Moana sucked on Pauline's breast like a starving motherless child. Pauline felt it all on her nipples-felt them filling Moana's mouth. They felt like they were swelling in size. She sucked hard. Oh, Moana, Pauline thought, no man has ever known how to milk my mammaries like you-
But then Moana released Pauline's trembling tits. She started licking her way down Pauline's body-down her rib cage, her hips-moaning softly as she went along, Pauline thought that Moana's long pointed tongue sought out her cunt.
But once Moana licked down to that honeyed destination of Pauline's other lovers, she didn't stop. She licked a little, but she kept going, in search of new forbidden pastures of pleasure.
Pauline held her tight. She made her own tentative moves, running her hands across
Moana's own large breasts. Someone opened the door, and in the light from the hallway, Pauline saw a tattoo on Moana's left tit. It said, in silver, "Mother." It was a miniscule picture of a naked woman, the kind sailors used to have. Pauline wondered, had Moana started life as a-
No, Moana was all woman, all right. Those full, firm tits, those striking long legs. In normal circumstances, Pauline would even be jealous of any girl as striking as black-haired Moana.
Pauline moved her hands across her small waist. She stroked her long blue-black hair cascading down her back.
Moana had maneuvered so that her tongue was licking the crack between Pauline's two ass cheeks-the two succulent, fleshy boobs of her behind.
"Oh-" Pauline found herself moaning, "Oh, kiss my crack-kiss that crack-bite it! Blow it!" My God, Pauline thought, she's making me wild!
Moana's shrewd tongue licked its way through the crack and entered the new orifice. She was eating Pauline's ass-hole as she held those juicy buttocks in her hands.
Pauline thought there's no end to it. I'm in hell! I'm in hell-and I love it!!
"Eat me, Moana-eat me!" Pauline almost screamed, oblivious to the others in the room.
"Eat me, too," Moana echoed the order.
Pauline bent over and approached Moana's black honey hole, and without any foreplay or second thoughts, Pauline plunged her tongue into that dark hole.
So this is what men do, Pauline thought. This taste! This tantalizing tang of twat-this is what life is about. She burrowed deeper into Moana's black cunt as Moana's own tongue dug into her back door. Oh God, Pauline thought, thank God for hell!
A tall boy with a drooping mustache approached them and smiled. Pauline returned the smile unthinkingly. Moana didn't see anything-she was too absorbed in her exploration of Pauline's back door beauties.
The boy took the hint from Pauline. He knelt down and began to join in. He was stroking Pauline's belly with one hand and opening his Levi's with the other to unleash his own pulsing tool.
Moan looked up and saw what was going on. She eased her tongue out of Pauline's ass-hole. She dropped Pauline's pink buttocks to the cold tile floor and stood up.
"Get lost, you cocksucker!" Moana shrieked to the intruder. Then she grabbed his swollen sex out of Pauline's hand.
"No, Moana," the boy answered, pulling back his dick. "You get lost. This girl wants a real man."
Some of the others in the room stirred from their stupor, anticipating a fight. Pauline was afraid. What had she gotten into? Or, more to the point, what had she let get into her?
Moana reached under one of the stalls and came up with a six inch blade. "I saw her first. I'm eating this number. You get lost, or I'll cut off that cock!"
"Cut it off!" The boy laughed. "Sure, Moana, then you could save money on dildoes!" He turned to Pauline, "You come with me, let's split this freak scene."
"Look out!" Pauline shrieked.
When he had turned to speak to her, Moana had come up from behind and tried to plunge the knife into him. He had turned just in time. The knife grazed his shoulder.
"Why you fucking dyke!" he roared in pain, "I'll get you!"
"Oh, wow!" some of the other drugged kids in the room laughed, not really sure if what they saw was real or just a game for them to enjoy.
Pauline used the distraction to slip out the door.
She thought as she dashed down the corridor, I've been to hell and come out alive! Then she heard the police sirens.
Just as she'd planned it. She looked at her watch. Ten, exactly. The Lavender Lick was getting raided by the Mayor's Vice Squad. And among those caught would be the Mayor's charming wife, Pauline Parker.
Vengeance, thy name is woman, Pauline thought to herself.
"Don't anybody go anywhere," the burly police sergeant said. "This is a raid."
Pauline sighed. It was about time!