Chapter 7
Waldo parked in front of Mayor Chuck Parker's downtown office.
"Come inside, Waldo," Chuck invited him. "I have some papers I could go over with you. And then," he added, "you could call the Mayor's Mansion and see if Pauline has returned."
"That's a good idea, Sir," Waldo agreed, following Chuck inside the impressive Mayor's headquarters.
Chuck turned on the light. "Suzy?" he called to his secretary. "Suzy Jo? Are you here?" Chuck walked around the office looking for her. 'That's funny, I wonder where she could have gone."
"Today's a great day for women to disappear on us, Sir," Waldo joked.
"Isn't it?" Chuck laughed along. "Have a seat." He motioned to Waldo. "I'll see if Suzy Jo left any coffee on the office perk," he said, opening the door to the closet.
"How has it been working out with Suzy Jo?" Waldo asked. "I remember that at first you were reluctant to hire such a young girl for such an important position."
"I needn't have been afraid," Chuck replied, closing the closet door. "Suzy Jo Hollander is the best secretary I ever had." He smiled to himself, remembering the other day. "Why, she does things that no older woman could possibly do!"
"That's nice to hear," Waldo smiled. "I'm glad it's all worked out for the best. I'm glad Suzy didn't blow it."
"No, she didn't blow it," the Mayor laughed. "She really knows how to act on the job. I just wonder where she is now."
"She's a real good-looking girl, too, if I remember correctly."
"She sure is," Chuck agreed. "She has some ass!"
"Pardon?" Waldo asked, not sure he had really caught the Mayor's words.
"I said-" the Mayor gulped, searching for the right words to cover up his unfortunate slip. "I said she's a real asset to this office."
"I bet she is," Waldo teased. "A cute young girl with a nice body is always an asset to a gentleman's orifice. Oh, excuse me," he laughed, correcting himself. "I mean a gentleman's office."
Chuck looked up at him and smiled politely. What did Waldo know? There was always the suggestion in his smart-alecky voice that he knew everything that was going on.
Chuck tried to still any suspicions. "And she's such a really innocent kid, that Suzy Jo. I mean, she's the old-fashioned type. The last of a dying breed," he joked. "Sweet and pure. She doesn't even know that there's been a so-called sexual revolution. She is chaste."
"Oh, is she?" Waldo joked, that smart-alecky tone in his voice. "Who's been chasing her?"
Chuck laughed at the feeble joke. "No, I mean it," he insisted on making his point and saving both his and Suzy's reputation. "That girl is a virgin."
Waldo laughed. "Well, like they say down on Eastport Avenue, she's a virgin but she's emergin! Is that the case with Suzy Jo Hollander?" he kidded the Mayor. "Come on, Mr. Parker, you can trust old Waldo."
"I really don't understand your joking," Chuck replied, a bit stiffly. "All I can say is that Suzy Jo Hollander is an innocent young teenager. A virgin. I can swear to that!"
As soon as Chuck said the words, he'd realized the double meaning they had.
So did the shrewd Waldo. "Oh, sir, if you have privileged information, I wouldn't think of disputing your word."
Chuck pounded his fist down hard on the desk. "Dammit, I don't have any fucking privileged information. All I know is that you take one look at that sweet young Suzy Jo Hollander, and you just know that there's one girl who's held on to her cherry."
"Maybe you're right," Waldo agreed, not wishing to push him too far. Waldo knew there'd be plenty of time to get the Mayor to trip over his long cock! And then? Waldo smiled. "Sure, she's a real innocent kid, I'm sure. She's a real maiden."
"You got the exact word," Chuck agreed. "Suzy Jo Hollander is a real maiden."
Made in every back seat of every car in the city, Waldo laughed to himself. "But say, Your Honor, where could she be now, the sweet young thing?" Waldo asked, a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
"I really don't know," Chuck said. "But I'm sure she just stepped out. She'll be back in a minute, then she'll get those papers I wanted to show you. So why don't you take a seat over there in the corner, Waldo," the Mayor gestured. "You're making me nervous, standing around like that."
"Very good, sir," Waldo said, going towards the chair in the far corner of the room.
Chuck sat at his large imposing desk, going over some papers of his own.
A few minutes later, Suzy Jo Hollander entered the room. Chuck thought at once that she looked different. Oh, she was still young and fresh, still slightly innocent-looking. But only slightly. Maybe it was the blood-red lipstick on her mouth. It didn't go with the baby-blue miniskirt she had on. He'd have to tell her that later when they were alone. Poor young kid, he thought. She still doesn't know how to dress for the big boys!
"Your Honor," Suzy blushed with surprise, "when did you get in?"
Chuck smiled warmly. "Oh, I don't know, a few minutes ago. You weren't in the office."
"No," Suzy said, looking down at the floor. "I was down the hall, talking with my girl friend. Pm sorry. It's just, well, no one was in the office here, and I was entitled to a coffee break."
"That's quite all right, Suzy, dear. A good little worker like you doesn't have to make excuses."
"What do you want me to do now?" Suzy asked, smiling.
"First, can you get me a copy of all the bills we've been paying out for improvements on the Mayor Mansion. You know, it's labeled under Home Account."
"Will do," Suzy smiled, turning to head outside to the filing cabinet. Then she added, "And after that, maybe I could suck off His Honor's hot, hairy one!"
Suzy laughed as she closed the door to the outer office. Chuck went white, thinking of Waldo sitting there in the corner of the room.
But Waldo appeared preoccupied in the magazine he was reading. He didn't seem to have heard anything.
Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. But he'd have to have a long serious talk with Suzy Jo. He just couldn't allow that kind of talk in the office. One could never tell who was listening in. Politics was dirty business. You had to be careful.
Suzy Jo opened the door again. "Here it is, sir. The Home file. From 1969 through October seventeenth. That was the last entry. What do you want me to do with it?"
"Wait a minute," Chuck interrupted her. "It doesn't go all the way back to the first year, to 1968?"
"Nope." Suzy opened it to show him. "The first entry, and the first bills paid out are in 1969." Then she smiled. "1969. That must have been a very good year for-"
Chuck interrupted her again. "I can't understand that. There were many expenses in '68."
Suzy handed him the file. "1968 could never have been as good a year as 1969," she said dreamily.
Chuck picked up the file and looked through it. 'That's funny. I'll have to call Elsie, the woman who had your job before you came."
Suzy sat down on Chuck's desk. "Elsie was working for you in 1969?"
Chuck didn't even look up at her as he sorted out the bills and miscellaneous receipts. 'That's right. We worked together in '69."
"How was she in '69?" Suzy asked.
"She did a very good job at whatever work I handed her," Chuck replied, his mind not really paying attention to the conversation.
"Was Elsie better in '69 than I am?" Suzy asked.
"You're both very good," Chuck answered absent-mindedly. "But I just can't understand why we lost a whole year in this file. Maybe Elsie had a different filing system than you have now."
"Did Elsie have a hot twat?" Suzy asked bluntly.
"A what?" Chuck wasn't even paying attention to her.
"I said," Suzy replied, taking the folder in her hand, "did Elsie have a hot twat. Did you used to lick up the love-lap from Elsie's pussy? Tell me, Your Honor, is Suzy Jo the best little secretary you ever had?"
Chuck reached for the file. "Give me that!" he demanded, livid with rage.
Suzy held it away from his reach. "Did you eat all your secretaries? Or was it just me?"
"Give me that folder!" Chuck rose from his desk.
Suzy moved to the other side, so that the desk was in between them. She laughed like a little girl playing a game. "Tell me, Mister Mayor, when you interview girls for a job, what questions do you ask them? How fast they type? How fast they do shorthand? How fast they come?" She laughed again, racing around the desk so that Chuck was always on the other side.
"Suzy Jo, stop acting like a child. You give me those papers right now. Do you hear me? Give me those papers!" my sweet little dolly." He had completely forgotten about Waldo's presence in the room.
But Waldo hadn't missed a trick. And he had a few new tricks up his sleeve.
"I'm sorry I lost my temper," Suzy said to Chuck. "It's just you've been away so long. And I missed you, here," she said, pointing to her heart, "and here!" She bent down and kissed his crotch. "Oh, how I missed that big hot one!" Then she handed him the papers in a neat bundle. "Here they are, Mr. Parker."
Chuck put them together with his own bundle. His heart was racing wildly. He had missed her, too. Every minute he'd had to spend with Pauline he'd been thinking about her sweet innocence. About how he couldn't wait to get down on the floor and eat out that angel's pussy.
"Suzy," he moaned, putting the papers away to the side and extending his arms to her.
She ran into his arms and flung her arms around him. Her little arms had to strain to hold him in her embrace. Chuck thought to himself.
Then she wriggled out of his embrace. "Let's lie down on the couch and eat each other up!" She tugged at his arm.
Chuck laughed to himself. When you're just starting out at sex, how exciting it seems! He kissed her on the head and followed her to the couch.
"Suzy," he said seriously, "you know, there's more to sex than eating pussy and eating meat." He put his suit over on the desk and began to shuck off his underwear. "I mean, I don't want you to get it in your head that that's all there is! The list runs on and on.
"I'm a fast learner," Suzy smiled, throwing her clothes on the desk.
Chuck gasped as he saw how beautiful she was. He'd forgotten. Her delicate, young body was like a flower, her budding breasts, her soft brown hair, her trusting brown eyes, so warm and inviting. And talking about things that were brown, warm and inviting ... there was her pussy.
Warm and inviting, Chuck repeated to himself. And he was one man who never waited for an invitation. If he wanted to go somewhere, he'd always found it best to appear at the door. Most people would get the hint and ask you to drop in.
Chuck lay down on the couch. "Come on down, honey," he whispered to Suzy.
The girl smiled and walked over to the couch. Before she lay down beside him, she bent down on the floor and went down on his throbbing member.
"Oh, that's it, you learned that trick,"
Chuck said, thinking that if she learned how to suck so fast, she'd be a monster at fucking. "Don't blow so fast," he warned. "Don't make me come in your mouth. I've got other plans."
Suzy wondered what he meant by that. She wanted to take his hot load up her mouth, the way they'd done before. She lunged with her skilled gullet down to the very base of her boss' hot hard-on, all the way down his dick, to where the base met the bulging balls.
Chuck groaned with pleasure. "That's right, Suzy, eat that meat. Moisten it, spit on it, give me a real lube job!"
He laughed to himself in anticipation. A lube job, that's what he really needed if he was going to plunge into her pristine privates.
Waldo sat in the corner watching everything. His boss was making it with the girl he had loved since they were children. It had been he, Waldo, who had encouraged Suzy Jo to apply for the job. He had helped her all along. And this was how she paid him back. The bitch!
He'd get her, Waldo vowed. He'd get them all. Politics may make strange bedfellows, but he'd be the strangest of them all! Now he had something on the Mayor. The tables were turned. Soon they'd see who was giving orders to whom.
"Give me a good lube job," Chuck groaned with pleasure. "Lube my long rod. 'Cause when I stick that stick up your tight twat, we'll need all the help Mother Nature can give us."
Suzy complied, sucking him off with big moist gulps, spitting up gobs of saliva every so often, so that his dick was covered with goo.
"Okay," Chuck groaned, easing his throbbing tool out of her mouth, "don't get so carried away, or else you'll carry my come away with you!"
Then he licked his fuck-finger with a popping noise.
"Spread those legs, Suzy Jo, the Mayor wants in. Don't keep us waiting out here in the cold."
He stuck his moist finger up her love hole, exploring the territory his cock would soon come into. "How does that feel, baby? Making you want more up there? I get plenty of it, so don't worry."
Waldo shivered in rage in the corner. He'd have to make a move soon.
Suzy moaned with pleasure as she lifted her legs to stroke Chuck's chest with her toes. Chuck smiled. He knew he'd warmed her up, all right. She wanted that big dick up her duct. She wanted him to fuck her for all it was worth.
But not yet. First drive her completely ape with desire.
Chuck bent down, removing his finger from her honey hole. Then he let his tongue do the work for a few licks. Suzy shivered with pleasure, her toes resting on Chuck's chest, her little body propped up against him.
"Eat it up," she cooed, like a mother to her young child. "Finish everything."
Waldo charged out of the corner. He tore open his pants.
"Don't finish everything!" he warned. "Leave something over for the cleanup man!"
'Waldo!" Chuck gasped. "I completely forgot, dammit!"
"Waldo Walters!" Suzy shrieked. "Whatever are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting to get done, that's what I'm doing!" Walter said, a bitter smile across his face. "Now come on, you whore! Do me the way you did him!" Waldo stuck his cock like a battering ram up against her mouth.
"Waldo," Chuck exclaimed, "I'm sorry you had to see this. Please leave here at once! Go wait in the outer office," he groaned, the lust making him dizzy. Hell, Chuck thought, I've got to fuck that pussy or I'll come here on the couch.
"I ain't going anywhere." Waldo stood his ground, his big cock battering against Suzy's pursed lips. "I ain't afraid of you no more, Mister Mayor. With what I know now, I could get you, all right."
"Get me?" Chuck repeated, somewhat scared.
"You better believe it. You're not only committing adultery, but Suzy's a minor. Or did you forget that?"
The Mayor smiled, trying to bluff. "And who'd believe a crummy punk like you?" He laughed. "Against the word of the Mayor of Eastport. Get lost, punk!"
"I know just where to go," Waldo replied. "To Dean Crawford's office. Maybe he'd have some use for my info. How does that grab you?" he laughed, bending down to grab one of Suzy's tiny titties.
Chuck considered what was going on. "Well, Suzy, don't be so cold, after all, Waldo is an old friend of yours, isn't he? Give him a kiss. You haven't seen each other in some time now, isn't that so? Get reacquainted!" Chuck laughed.
"You want me to make it with him!" Suzy could hardly spit out the words.
Waldo laughed triumphantly, ramming his big heavy cock up against Suzy's moist lips. "Sure he does, baby. This guy would sell his mother on the street to stay in politics."
Chuck narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What do you know about my mother?"
Waldo laughed, completely in control of the situation. "Tell your secretary to open those pearly gates and let my big cock in her mouth. You tell her that right away, Parker!"
"Do as he says, Suzy," Chuck told her.
"Repeat my words, Parker," Waldo shrilled. "Tell your little baby doll to suck me off in her mouth. Tell her to moisten my meat."
"Do as he says," Chuck groaned. "Eat his dick."
"Those weren't my exact words!" Waldo bellowed as Suzy opened her mouth in fear and started to suck this new intruder. "But what does it matter," Waldo smiled, closing his eyes with pleasure. "It's the thought that counts." He took his cock in his hands and jerked it a little, so the head bobbed in and out of Suzy's accommodating mouth.
"You're going to watch me, Parker," Waldo said to Chuck, who had turned to wait outside in the outer office. "After working for you, now you're going to work for me! All the shit I took from you and your wife. Then you take away the girl I love."
"Be reasonable, Waldo," Chuck said. "I didn't know how you felt about her. Believe me," he smiled, "you can have her!"
"I'm going to have her," Waldo said. He eased his cock out of her mouth. "You bet I'm going to have her. I should have had her ten years ago. I wanted her since kindergarten.
That's how long I've known her. And now I'm going to fuck her for old times sake. Spread those legs, baby, and let Waldo shove it in."
Suzy looked at Chuck with terror in her eyes.
"Do as he says, dear," Chuck said.
Waldo held her tight in his arms. After all these years, he thought. All these fucking years.
His monster muscle sought out the opening to that pleasure pot in the middle of her hairy thicket.
"Take it easy," Chuck encouraged him. "She's a virgin, after all."
"What?" Waldo gasped in astonishment.
"It's true," Chuck said. "I never fucked her. She's still a virgin."
"But you did-"
"Well," Chuck tried to make a joke out of it, "we did a few other games. But we never played the World Series, if you get what I mean."
Waldo's hot cock fell into Suzy's quivering cunt. Too fast. Too much thrusting forward without being warned. Too late.
Hell, Waldo thought, did I break her hymen? Did I shoot through that cherry?
But Suzy seemed okay. She held him tight now, as if she was beginning to find the pleasure the deeper he thrust into her.
Easy, boy, easy, Waldo thought. This is certified pure. You gotta go slow with them. No slam, bam, not with a virgin. After all, a body has gotta learn how to crawl before she can walk.
Waldo did just that. Walk, boy, he thought. Walk, don't run. He'd never fucked a girl so slow, never felt such an eternity between thrusts. Easing it in, easing it out, his cock almost caressed her dewy newness.
Obviously, he was doing something right. Suzy had completely relaxed. She held him tight in her arms, her fingernails digging into her back.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cooed to the young man.
Chuck watched him jealously. He turned to leave the room, hoping Waldo wouldn't see him.
"Stay there, Parker," Waldo said in a menacing voice. "You're going to watch this little play. You're going to watch me come up this young girl's cunt. And you can eat your heart out."
In, out, up and down, Waldo initiated the young girl into the oldest act. She threw her legs around him and dug her nails deeper into his back. Hot blood began to trickle from Waldo's perspiring, muscular back. Hot blood, hot sweat, he thought. One body product was left. And that would come soon. Hot come.
Hot blood spurted down in a trickle from Suzy's virgin cunt. He had subdued the Guardian to the Gates. She held him tighter, as if to say, now that my cherry's gone, fuck me for real.
Waldo thrust into her with new abandon. He thought he'd fuck clean through, till he'd see his big cock shoot out from her back. He was so big. She was so small. She held onto him and moved her body with the rhythm that nature puts into all of us, the rhythm that cannot be learned, cannot be unlearned.
Waldo plunged deeper and deeper into her innocent insides. The deeper he thrust, the harder she held him. She began to moan low with pleasure.
"Waldo, Waldo."
His hungry lips sought hers. Their teeth banged together in the rush of their embrace. Waldo felt like he was melting into her, teeth on teeth, lips on lips, cock in twat. They were united in the frenzy of their frantic fucking.
Finally Chuck couldn't stand it anymore. He took his own jealous joint in his hands and began to beat off watching the two young lovers go at it with the freshness of youthful abandon. Hell, he thought, stroking his own surging sex, they are meant for each other. I was a fool to mess with these young girls. Let boyfriend, digging her nails deeper into his back, digging her tongue deeper into his mouth.
Waldo felt like he was back on the farm where he'd grown up. He could see it all in his mind's eye. He was right up there, riding a tractor. His swollen cock was the tractor, and he plowed, faster and faster into the deep earth, plowed her pussy with his trembling tractor, plowed deep into her own trembling twat.
"Baby," he groaned in a choked voice.
"Fuck me," she said. "Oh, Waldo, fuck me."
Yeah, he thought, I'll fuck you. Faster and faster. He got back on his tractor and dug into her tract. The earth below him was warm and inviting, snug as a snail's snatch.
"Fuck me!" she commanded him, her face twisted into a smile of pleasure, moaning, murky pleasure.
Chuck felt he was coming. What a bitch, a grown man and I have to shoot into my hands, he cursed.
No, I don't, he thought, turning to face the pair of teenagers who were going at it like bunnies. Dammit it, he thought, no, I don't!
Waldo was coming. Shit, he was coming ten years' worth. The ten years he had known her, but been afraid to touch her. But now she was his, all of her, he touched every part of her, with her quivering cunt on his dick, her lips on his, her teeth as his tongue, her breasts on his chest, all of her...
Chuck grabbed Waldo's head and plied it off Suzy's. Then in a furious lunge, he plunged his throbbing tool down Suzy's throat.
"Suck me off!" he commanded, tired of playing the wallflower. Let the chips fall where they would, he wasn't going to come on his own cold hands, dammit it.
In the fury of her own first vaginal climax, Suzy responded to Chuck's invading venom. She sucked him off in her mouth as Waldo, with a last groan of ecstasy, shot his youthful load of lust up her dewy duct.
Then she lay back on the couch, reaching for Waldo's mouth, and pressing him tight against her.
"Waldo," she moaned, forgetting that Chuck Parker existed. "I love you, Waldo," was all she could say.
"And I love you, baby," Waldo replied, laying his throbbing head on her tender tits.
Hell, Chuck thought, stumbling from the room. She didn't even notice my cock up her mouth! I like that!
Chuck slumped down into a chair in the outer office. Through the crack in the door, he could hear Waldo and Suzy Jo going at it a second time. Kids, he thought. The hell with them all.
He'd fire them both, he would. Waldo would never reveal anything about Chuck's affair with Suzy Jo. He'd be too eager to save his new girl friend's reputation.
No, Chuck thought, he was perfectly safe. Things were looking up again. Before he'd come he'd had visions of Pauline. He knew he wanted her again, wanted her like he had when they were first lovers.
He'd go home, buy her a gift or something. Apologize. Confess. Everything would be all right between them. Right between Pauline's legs, he laughed. He could hardly wait.
Chuck looked up at the clock. It was nine o'clock. In another hour his Vice Squad would be raiding the whorehouses along Eastport Avenue. The newspapers would all carry the story that the houses were owned by the candidate for the Mayor's Mansion-Dean Crawford. Crawford would deny it all, of course. But then he'd have to bow out of the campaign.
Four more years in the Mayor's Mansion for Chuck Parker. Four more beautiful years. And you can eat your heart out, Dean Crawford!
Pauline would take him back, Chuck knew that. Any woman who had once been so hot for him couldn't just cool off. Particularly not a redheaded woman with a red, copper-colored cunt. Those women stayed hot all their life. Even the change of life didn't cool off their furnaces.
Chuck listened through the crack in the door.
"No," Suzy was saying. "I'm tired now, Wally. That's enough. I said I'm tired," she raised her voice.
Chuck laughed to himself. Suzy's fire was already going out. Tough luck for Waldo. But better luck for Chuck.
He'd been a fool to ever turn aside from Pauline. After all the women he'd been with in his life, she was still the best. He knew that now. No other woman ever came up to her in bed. She was the queen of sex, in his book. He'd buy her a nice gift. She'd forgive him. Everything would be like old times, he just knew it. Because Pauline still loved him. Love like hers doesn't die.
His Pauline would always do anything for him.
Chuck was upstairs when Pauline arrived home, slamming the door with disgust. On the way home her head was swimming with indecision. She had agreed to screw her own husband out of four more years in the Mayor's Mansion, but now she was no longer sure of her convictions.
After all, she was doing it all for Chuck's opponent; what a lousy thing to do! Sure, she was tired of being First Lady of Eastport, but it went further than that. She was tired of her husband being so busy all the time and not paying her the proper amount of attention-or at least the abundance of attention she required.
She wasn't even doing it for Dean himself! She had lost sight of this little fact. Of course she had found him intriguing, but even that was wearing off. That night she had actually found herself growing bored with good ol' Dean Crawford.
On the drive home, she had come to realize that it was Chuck she loved. It was Chuck she wanted. To be more specific, it was Chuck's big dick she loved and wanted. Little did she know that even after her disgraceful antics, Chuck still loved and wanted her too.
But what to do now was the question. How could she get Chuck back after all the shit that had gone down between them? How could she make him love her again? This really wasn't a problem, but she thought it was. Anything negative he felt for her now was justified, and the problem of re-convincing him of her love just served her right, she thought.
She dragged her sweater behind her as she slowly climbed the stairs, lost in thought. When she finally reached the bedroom, Chuck was waiting for her in his dressing gown, a benevolent smile on his face. She wondered to herself why and how he could be smiling at her after everything she had done.
He simply said, "I know," and walked to her with his arms outstretched.
They embraced hard, and she couldn't believe that something as wonderful as this was happening. Maybe he had caught the dour expression of regret and apology on her face, but in the back of her mind she felt that it was just intuition. When two people really love each other, they just know things like that, she thought.
Slowly she knelt in front of him and parted his dressing gown, and immediately his huge prick jumped to attention. As she grabbed his fat dong and shoved it in her gaping mouth, she knew that this is what she lived for. Dean Crawford could go fly a kite as far as she was concerned, just as long as she had Chuck's cock-in or out of Office.