Chapter 2
On Wednesday, promptly at the appointed hour, Ralph J. Doyle presented himself at the home of Mrs. Lillian Thayer. He had cancelled all appointments for the day and was ready to be at his most charming best. He had the strange feeling that he needed this woman; not only her money and support, but in some other way. She was forceful and a commanding figure. She had authority, somehow, and was strong. He liked that kind of woman. He had not given her a single thought sexually. That wasn't in Ralph's nature at least he thought it wasn't. While it was true that he had had a few flings before he married Rena, they meant nothing. They were what every young, red-blooded American boy was supposed to do before he got married and settled down. He had sowed his wild oats, as his parents and grandparents used to say. No. This attraction to Mrs. Thayer was something even stronger than sex. The Mayor couldn't put his finger on it and really didn't even try to analyze it. All he knew was that he wanted her on his side and that she could be valuable to him.
Riva opened the door to him herself. Mrs. Ross was already upstairs in the corridor behind the bedroom, threading up the cameras with film and focusing them on the entire room with special close-up lenses for the bed, couch and chairs. The Witch was wearing her sexiest dress, but it was not brazen. It was not to shock, only to titillate. It hung close to her body, outlining every curve; not cut too low, but emphasizing her large breasts. In addition, she wore the slightest hint of a most exotic perfume. It was that odor that assailed Ralph's nostrils as he first entered and greeted her. just a whiff of it made him quite giddy.
The "perfume" was actually a potion in her very mild form. Every Witch is supplied her potions and Riva had her share.
They exchanged pleasantries after "how-doyado's" and she led Ralph into the living room. "You must be tired," she began.
"I ama little."
"You have such a responsible job," she continued, "and in such difficult times. I do want to be as much help to you as possible."
"You have been of enormous help already, my dear Mrs. Thayer, and I owe you my ever-lasting thanks. But if I can prevail on you to take over this Chairmanship.. . "
"Wouldn't Chairladyship be more appropriate?" she laughed. "Of course. It's just a figure of speech."
"I know. How about a drink?" Ralph immediately raised his eyebrows. "So early?"
"Yes, it's early, but you do look as though you could stand a bit of relaxing."
"Well, perhaps you're right," Ralph agreed. He was willing to agree to practically anything Mrs. Thayer said if he could only persuade her to give further of her time and money. He had no way of knowing, of course, that Riva was willing to give even more than that.
"What'll it be?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know," he replied amiably. "I hardly ever drink this early so I'll leave it to you."
"It's rather warm out. How about a daiquiri?"
"Daiquiri? I don't think I've ever had one."
"Really? Well then that's what it shall be. You really must try one of my daiquiris." She began mixing the ingredients; rum, lime juice, cracked ice, just a dash of sugar, and heavy on the rum. Riva knew that given enough citrus juice, the light rum became almost disguised no matter how heavily the drink was loaded with the potent liquor. It was something like a "Brandy Alexander." Most men used that one to loosen up women. The milk or cream hid the potency of the brandy and it tasted almost like a small milk shake.
"They tell me in the West Indies," Riva went on, "that my daiquiris are absolutely authentic and rank with the best the natives can make."
This was just a remark designed for conversation and Ralph took the bait. "I didn't know you had been to the West Indies," he said.
"Oh, more than 'been there', " she replied. "I lived there for almost two years after Mr. Thayer died."
"It must be interesting traveling about like that."
"Yes, it is," she agreed as she brought him bomber number one. "But after awhile it becomes dull, like almost anything else. I find that I like it here in Garden City as well or better than anywhere else in the world."
"I'm glad," Ralph smiled politely. "And I hope you'll stay forever."
Forever. A long time, but possible in Mrs. Thayer's case. "Shall we drink to that?" she raised her glass in a toast.
"I can't think of anything better to drink to," said Ralph, raising his glass and clinking it lightly against hers. "Well, here's to you," he offered as he quaffed the stiff cocktail. He didn't frown or flinch, so well had the Witch concocted her brew. He merely moistened his lips appreciatively. "Um. Good."
"I'm glad it pleases you," Riva returned.
Ralph took another slurp, relaxed on the sofa and tugged at his tie a bit. "I wonder why people say that?"
"Say what?"
"Here's to you." Ralph grinned. He was about to spring one of his best jokes on Mrs. Thayer. "You know, there's an old joke about that."
"Tell me," she said, and sat down close to him on the sofa, her perfume floating gently in his direction.
"Well, it goes like this: An Englishman was criticizing the Americans, which is pretty usual, or used to be, and he said: 'you know, you Americans have some peculiar sayings. For example, when you make a drink, you put liquor in it to make it hot, ice in it to make it cold, lemon to make it sour, sugar to make it sweet, then you say: 'here's to you', and drink it yourself."
Mrs. Thayer laughed appreciatively even though the last time she had heard that old wheeze was how long ago? She preferred not to think about how long ago it was. "Oh, that's funny," she said.
Ralph sipped the remainder of the cocktail and set it down. "Now, about this Chairman er Chairladyship.. . " he began in a business-like way.
"Let's have one more before we begin talking business."
"Oh, really, II don't think I'd better, so early in the day."
"Mr. Mayor," Riva's voice dropped another octave and she feigned a mock frown, "you want me to take that Chairladyship don't you?"
"Indeed I do."
"Then, I insist. Another of my famous daiquiris and then we'll get down to the cold hard facts of life." Riva grinned to herself when she said that. Ralph had no idea of the double entendre. "Hot, hard facts of life," Riva whispered to herself as she picked up the empty glasses and returned to the bar. While she mixed the second cocktail she stole a glance at Ralph. He had tugged still more at his collar and seemed to be warm and really starting to relax. "Take your coat off Mr. Mayor," she invited. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Well, it is a little warm."
"I'll turn on the air-conditioner."
The drink seemed to be having the desired effect but Riva couldn't be sure of Ralph's tolerance for alcohol. Perhaps something a bit extra was needed just to be on the safe side. When she poured in the lemon juice she took a small vial from her bra and emptied its contents into Ralph's glass. Riva, of course, was privy to all kinds of "potions". She would have been a pretty poor excuse for a Witch if she wasn't. This one was odorless and tasteless. It not only released all inhibitions, it was also a powerful aphrodisiac. If everyone could concoct Riva's potion, marijuana would go out of style the next day.
She stirred the mixture lustily and brought it back to the Mayor. "This time to you," she said, sexily as she handed it to him.
In true Rowan and Martin tradition, he responded with: "I'll drink to that," and did.
It glided down as smoothly as the first. Riva sat beside him again, waited only a few moments, then moved closer. As she spoke, her hand casually came to rest on Ralph's knee. The Mayor tried to pay attention to her words but suddenly his mind began to wander and the strangest thoughts rolled around.
"Now about this Urban Development project," she was saying.
"Yes yes, the Urban Development.. . "Ralph looked at her and could only see her blood-red lips and the tops of her milk-white breasts that peaked out enticingly above the bodice of her dress.
God, she's beautiful, Ralph thought, and took another gulp of his cocktail. Riva's hand crept slowly up his knee to his thigh and he felt a vague stirring under his shorts.
"It means an awful lot of work, of course," she went on casually, "but I think I can manage it. Of course, I certainly want to, if it will help you." She leaned even nearer to him and allowed her hand to drop over between his crotch.
His penis jerked again under his pants and his prick began to harden. What was she doing, he thought? And why was he thinking about what he was thinking about? He tugged at his collar and tie again, this time loosening it completely and unbuttoning his shirt slightly.
"Here, let me," Riva reached over obligingly and then began unbuttoning the shirt all the way to the top of his trousers and the belt buckle.
"Mrs. Thayer.. . " Ralph began, but could find no words to continue. His body was beginning to feel as if it were on fire. His cock had now hardened stiffer than he had ever felt it before. He looked at the woman who was in the process of undressing him and thought lewd thoughts of which he believed he was incapable. What would she look like without clothes? What would it be like to fuck her? He had to know. He had to find out. He gulped the last few drops in the glass as Riva finished unbuttoning his shirt and began pulling it out from its confines. The ends slid over his prick and stomach and he jerked involuntarily again.
"Could--could I have just one more?" he asked, extended his glass.
"Why certainly, Ralph," Riva took his glass, patted his stomach and the hard bulge beneath it lightly and went to the bar.
Quickly, she mixed another daiquiri; just a "plain" one this time but again heavily laced with rum. One "potion" was quite sufficient. That, coupled with the amount of rum she had put into the drinks were enough to set Mayor Ralph J. Doyle on his already flushed face. And that was exactly what Riva intended doing.
"Has anyone ever called you 'Red'? " she asked as she brought the drink back.
"Hmmmmm? What?" Ralph was beginning to feel simply wonderful. He was burning with desire. Never had he felt such delicious, painful throbbing in his prick. He was rapidly going, as the kids say, "out of this world".
"Red. Anyone ever call you that?" Riva handed him the drink. He gulped it eagerly as if his tongue was burning, which it was.
"Red? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, they--they used to call me 'Red' in school."
"I thought so," the Witch answered.
"Yeah, well it it's not only because of the color of my hair. Y'see my namesh Ralph Jered Doyle Shimpson," he slurred. Ralph Doyle was, by now, both drunk and keyed to the bursting point from the potion Riva had given him.
"I wonder," Riva began as she again sat close to him," I wonder if you've got something else that--that's red."
"Huh? What--whatdya mean?" he asked thickly and slurped at his drink.
"Oh, you know," she said lightly. "All the men always wonder if a blonde girl is really a blonde. I was just wondering if you were really a redhead."
Ralph stood up indignantly and stripped the shirt from his back, throwing it on the sofa. "You--you think I dye my hair? No sir. No sir! It's red. All of it. Red. Red, red!"
"Show me," Riva half ordered, half suggested teasingly.
"Huh?"
"Show me. I don't believe you."
"Well, you better believe me," Ralph said drunkenly. "Ralph Doyle don't lie. No sir. Whatever else you wanna say about Ralph Doyle, he is not a liar."
"All right then. Show me."
"I'll show you. I'll show you."
Ralph began unbuckling his trousers. He was conscious of his extended penis but it didn't seem to matter. Why shouldn't he take off his clothes in front of Mrs. Thayer and show her that he was red all over? He glanced out at her from the corner of one eye as he zipped down his pants and let them fall to the floor. She had bent over a little to watch, her breasts more revealed, her lips and body even more tantalizing. He tried to step out of his pants but the bottoms were too small for his shoes. Ralph had not adopted the newer, "mod" wide trousers from the 30s. He was still Brooks Brothers, or close to it; conservative in dress, conservative in thought and deed, conservative in bed. But not today. Not at this moment. He almost fell to the floor, sat down and began yanking at his shoes. Riva smiled discreetly, reached under a table near the sofa and pressed a button. Mrs. Ross, upstairs, would activate the cameras now. Two were focused on the living room; a wide angle and an extreme close up lens.
"That's it Red. Go boy, go," Riva urged him on as Ralph nearly tore his shoes off and slung them away. He pulled off his trousers and stood up clad only in shorts and socks.
"Well," Riva smirked. "Well, what?"
"Well, go ahead, take 'em off. I can't tell anything when you've got all those clothes on."
Ralph gave the woman one more look. His thoughts were wilder now and more erotic. Yeah. Yeah. Get naked. If I get naked, she'll get naked. Then I'll fuck her. Boy, will I fuck her.
With a quick motion he drew down the shorts over his extended cock and let them fall around his ankles. His prick stood out at full length, throbbing. And there was no question that "Red" was red all over. His pubic hair glistened in the light of the lamp shade.
"See?" Ralph said, almost belligerently. "Now do you believe me?"
Riva merely smiled; her sexiest and most provocative smile, "Come to me," she murmured.
Ralph almost fell down getting to the sofa. He threw himself upon Riva and tried to pull her face to his.
"No, Ralph. Not yet. But I will kiss you. I'll do things to you, you've never even dreamed of. But first, it's your turn."
"What--whatdya want me to do?" His speech was becoming even thicker; his passion mounting by the minute.
"Well.. . " Riva began hesitatingly and even more teasingly, "you might begin by taking off your socks. Socks are such unromantic things, don't you think so?"
She rose and moved toward him as Ralph bent almost immediately and began removing them. "Besides," she continued, "I want to see you completely naked. I don't want you to even have socks on."
Ralph tossed the socks aside, grinned a silly grin and stood up. "How's that?" he asked stupidly.
"Hmmrnmm. Not bad. Turn around."
Ralph did an awkward pirouette. Riva was having him perform like an idiot for benefit of the camera grinding away upstairs, recording every idiotic move.
"Ummrnmm. You've got a nice one," she whispered and moved next to his body, rubbing her pelvis over his lust-hardened penis.
Ralph thought he would burst. Wildly, he threw his arms around her and tried to embrace and kiss her.
"Easy, Red, easy. I told you, you'll get everything you want as soon as I get everything I want."
"What--what do you want?" Ralph could barely get the words out. He stumbled to the sofa and gulped the remainder of the cocktail. He had a strange peculiar kind of vision now; it was somehow blurred, yet clearer than ever before. The woman standing before him was the most desirable female he had ever seen. All thoughts of resisting her left him as the potion took effect. He only wanted to do her bidding and please her. He had to do anything she asked. Then, maybe, she would permit him to possess her.
Riva surveyed her victim with a practiced eye. She knew how straitlaced he was; what his moral upbringing had been and how he had resisted any suggestion of "abnormal" sex. All this, her Master, Satan Himself, had conveyed to her by hidden thought. She had to be sure that the drinks and the potion had made him into a complete love slave.
"Would--would you like to see me without any clothes on?" she teased.
"Oh, God!" It was a low moan and he tried to embrace her again. She held him off with her hand. "Well, then, why don't you take off my shoes?"
Ralph slid off the sofa to the floor, sat by her feet and removed her shoes. Riva had not worn any hosiery on purpose. Her feet were bare under the stylish high heeled pumps.
"Ummmmm. That's nice. Now, you can massage my feet, darling, they're tired."
Ralph immediately took one foot in both hands and began to massage it from toe to ankle, top and bottom with firm caresses. Riva lay back on the sofa. This was going to be fun, she thought, in addition to the humiliation it would heap upon the Mayor of the town.
"That's good. Why don't you massage them with your mouth, darling?"
Riva had one fleeting moment of doubt. Would this fine upstanding man, this pillar of society and moral righteousness, actually allow himself to be conned into kissing and licking her feet?
She offered up a silent prayer to His Most Satanic Majesty and hoped He would not fail her. He didn't.
Ralph hesitated only a brief instant, then bent low to her pedal extremities and began kissing her feet. She looked down on him and watched, hoping the films would be clear.
"Lower. Lower, my darling. All over. The soles and the toes. Suck my toes," she whispered into his ear and followed that by blowing a thin, hot stream of her breath into it.
Ralph jerked again. She looked at his prick. A small bit of cum had oozed its way to the top. He was ready. Devil! Was he ever ready.
Ralph bent even lower, sprawling his nude body on the floor and took each foot in each hand. From one to the other he licked the soles then ran his tongue up and over the tops and down to the big toe. He placed it into his mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around the toe and he began sucking it.
"Oh, good, sweetheart," she told him. "Suck it. Suck it like a cock."
His oral movements became more vibrant. He moved from the big toe down in between and clasped the first to his mouth, lips and tongue. He sucked awhile then carefully ministered to each toe on each foot. His ass began swaying and swirling and he was caught up in a sexual act and desire he, himself, was amazed at. It did not matter what he did. He wanted to do anything this woman told him.
Riva let him go on briefly, enjoying herself, then decided that there was no sense in wasting film. He was ready to be taken upstairs to the bedroom. The view would be clearer there and the circumstances more comfortable.
She pulled her feet away from his mouth impatiently. "That's enough down here. Follow me!"
She rose and went to the staircase. Ralph sat on his haunches for a moment and looked at her longingly. "It's all right," she reassured him, "we're just moving where it's more comfortable. You want me to be comfortable, don't you?"
God! Did he ever. He rose and walked toward her, his penis waving like a wild thing. Riva stopped at a small table near the bottom rung of the steps, opened a drawer and took out a dog collar.
As Ralph approached her, she said, "you know Red, I've always wanted a pet and I've never had one. I've always wanted a little doggie. Will you be my little doggie?"
"Anything. Anything. Only God.. . "
"Bend down then on all fours."
Ralph obediently dropped to his hands and knees. Riva carefully fitted the dog collar around his neck, attached a leash and began leading him up the stairs. "Come on, little doggie. Come, pet." she urged and hoped to the Devil that Mrs. Ross had the cameras working properly.
Ralph followed her, hopping his way up the stairs, giving little yapping-noise imitations of a pet poodle on the way. Riva laughed as though she were pleased with his performance, urging Ralph onto even more ludicrous antics.
At the top she stopped, faced a wall where she knew a camera was trained, and commanded: "Now, sit up and beg for mama. Sit up, oooptsy.. . wooptsy."
And Ralph J. Doyle, Mayor of Garden City, sat up on his bended hind legs, hands hung limp in front and pretended to beg like a dog.
"Oh, that's a nice doggie," Riva complimented him and tousled his red hair. "Now, mummy must be nice to her little bow-wow," she finished and led him into the bedroom.
This was where the real work was to be done and where Mr. Mayor was to receive his complete humiliation. She led him to the bed, took off the dog collar and faced him.
"No more little pet, Red. How much do you want me?"
"More than anything. More than.. . " Ralph dropped to his knees and clasped his arms around her waist.
"Get up!" she commanded.
He arose a little unsteadily. "Undress me!"
He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came. He was dry-mouthed and speechless. That's what he wanted more than anything; to see this beautiful woman naked. "The zipper is behind," she told him.
He moved back of her quickly, found the zipper and pulled it straight down. It loosened her dress completely. The garment fell away and she was clad in only a bra and panties. When he hesitated she spoke a bit harshly. "Well, what are you waiting for? Take them off."
He sprang into action, fumbled for the brassiere clasp, found it, unhooked and threw it aside. The next instant his hands attempted to encompass her breasts. She forced them aside. "No. First the panties."
This action forced him to his knees again in order to draw them down around her hips and help her out of them. She steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder while she disengaged her feet from the garment, then held him down at her feet when he tried to rise.
"Kiss me now Red. Kiss me--all over!"
When he again tried to rise and find her lips, she held him in a kneeling position. "From the bottom," she instructed.
This time, Ralph didn't even hesitate. He began kissing and tonguing her from her feet straight up her legs to her loins. She spread her legs apart and ordered him inside her thighs the fleshy part. He was beginning to get the idea now and liked it. Riva could tell by the way he kissed her, and sucked and tongued and nibbled. When he reached her softly hair-lined vaginal slit she stopped him with a pressure on his head.
"Now, from the top."
He immediately arose and tried to kiss her on the lips. She turned away. "Not yet. First my ears, my neck, my breast.. . " He nodded with understanding and fell to his work. He wormed his tongue inside her ears, gently caressed her neck with his lips and carefully sucked and licked at each breast nipple until it stood out as pointed as horns.
"That's good. That's nice," she urged him on. "Now lower, lower."
He obeyed without question, kissing and nibbling at her stomach, putting his tongue into her navel as he went down, down and down again. Now his mouth rested just above her pubic hair. "Kiss it. Kiss it sweetly."
Ralph nibbled and ran his tongue over the hair, went lower and found the smooth palpitating cuntal slit. His tongue slid inside and upward to the clit. He found his target and began licking as if he had done it all of his life.
Riva fell back on the bed, spread her legs wide and into an upward arc to give him complete access. She wanted his whole tongue in her cunt. This was a virgin tongue, unsoiled by any other woman and somehow it made it better. She bent his head, played with the hair on top, twiddled at his ears and screwed her buttocks in and out on his hot, moist tongue. It was all she could do to contain herself from cumming.
One more act. One more humiliation had to be recorded on film. Then she would be free to release her feelings in a wild surge. She gently withdrew his head and mouth from the wet cummy slit and turned herself over. "My ass, sweetheart," she whispered. "Kiss and love my ass."
Ralph was too far gone to resist now. He took one look at the smooth white cheeks of the buttocks below his hungry eyes and began kissing every inch of it.
Ralph found the spot, stiffened his tongue and ran it up and down her anal entrance. Riva could contain herself no longer, she had to cum she had to. She swirled her body frontward again, pulled Ralph's head down into her cunt, wrapped her legs around his face as he buried his tongue in her and spurted her boiling cum deep up into his throat. She came and came and came. She hadn't had such a lovely orgasm inoh Devil how long?
At last she lay exhausted while Ralph still tried to lick her and moved his hips from side to side, his prick as erected as when they had begun.
Riva looked down at it and smiled a smile that could have only been duplicated by her Master, the Devil. It was almost as if He had put the idea into her head. She had thought of letting Ralph fuck her, for benefit of the camera, and later for his wife's edification. She had to smile when she thought about Rena and how she was going to react when she saw her husband kissing a woman's feet, being led around on a dog collar and leash, and finally sucking a woman's cunt and ass. The girl would do anything after she viewed the films.
Much as she wanted Ralph's prick in her at that moment, she restrained herself again. There would be time for that; plenty of time. And she was free to enjoy Ralph anytime and in any way she chose from now on. While she permitted the man to lick and suck the last of her cum from her still gently throbbing vagina slit she reached out to a night stand beside the bed and again pressed one of the conveniently-placed buttons which would signal Mrs. Ross that the show was over. She could stop the cameras now. She was going to humiliate Ralph still further but she didn't need to record it on film. She had enough!
"Stand up!" she ordered Ralph.
He immediately rose. Anticipation was in every muscle, vein and fiber of his body. He was ready to shove his hard cock into her and probably ready to spurt in a matter of seconds. That really wouldn't be any fun for her and would only satisfy him and make him think that he had conquered her. No! There was a better way to teach Ralph his final lesson.
"Now," she hissed, almost like a snake, "jerk it off."
Ralph's eyes opened slightly as he tried to wipe his brain clear and comprehend what the woman was saying. "Wha.. . what?"
"Let's go in the bathroom. I'll tease you and you jerk off into the toilet. I want to see that beautiful cum of yours spurt out and go to waste."
"But but you said.. . " Ralph began in a slight protest.
"I said nothing," Riva retorted sharply. "You want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, but.. . "
"Then do as I say. Don't worry about losing a little sperm, Red, darling. There's plenty more where that came from, isn't there?"
With that she got up and gave his balls a tickle with one hand. The action caused his prick to jump and jerk even more violently. Then she grabbed his penis firmly in her hand and began leading him, pulling him by it into the bathroom.
It was a huge bathroom with a sunken tub, separate shower stalls and a recessed toilet bowl. His and Her wash bowls were in ebony black. She pulled Ralph to the toilet seat, raised it and began playing with his neck, ears, back and ass. "Go ahead," she urged. "Take it in your hand and jerk it off."
Almost mesmerized, Ralph found himself putting his own hand on his prick and begin jerking it up and down. The effect of the woman's hands on the back of his ass, up and down his legs made holding back impossible. He had one fleeting moment of thought, remembering when he had done it as a kid. He had been in the bathroom of his parents' house and forgotten to lock the door. He'd been sitting on the edge of the toilet stool, yanking away, beating his meat, when his mother had come in. She had taken one horrified look, then turned and ran, slamming the door. That night, his father had given him a two hour lecture on masturbation.
"It addles the brain, son," he had said. "People who do that will go crazy."
His father had scared him so that, much as he had been tempted, he had resisted the impulse, until now. As a consequence, he had had more than his share of wet dreams. The cum had to be released some way while he had courted Rena and so it had merely spurted all by itself, at night, in bed while he was asleep.
But now he was doing it to himself again really jerking it. He felt it growing hotter and hotter; harder and harder. When Riva jammed her finger unexpectedly deep up into his rectal passage he reached a climax and the cum gushed as if from an artesian well.
Riva patted his back. "That's a good boy. Good boy. Now, don't you feel better?"
Ralph nodded, dumbly and stared down at the organ in his hand which was rapidly going limp and relaxing. Riva handed him a Kleenex.
"Here, wipe it off, then wash yourself and come lie down." With that, Riva went back into the bedroom, pressed the intercom and ordered Mrs. Ross to bring a cup of specially brewed coffee for Ralph to drink. It was brewed from specially imported beans and in addition, contained a small sleeping potion designed to give Ralph some much-needed rest and wipe all bad thoughts from his mind. Riva could not erase the entire memory of Ralph's degradation from his mind, but he would only remember what he had done in vague generalities, not in specific details. That would come later, when she was ready to remind him of it.
Ralph stood over the toilet bowl and shook his head to clear his mind. It was hopeless. He was confused and tired. Very tired. He used the piece of tissue to wipe the head of his cock, felt the need to urinate, did so, flushed the toilet and went to the wash bowl. He doused his face and head in the cold, running water, soaped his penis and dried himself. When he entered the bedroom, Riva had donned a negligee and beckoned to him. "Come, Ralph lie down. You must be very tired."
"Yes, yes, I am. A little." He went to the bed and sat down on it. He was hardly aware that the door had opened and Mrs. Ross entered carrying a cup of coffee. He was not aware that now he sat naked before two strange women. It didn't seem to matter.
"Thank you, Mrs. Ross, that's all," Riva waved the old woman out curtly.
Mrs. Ross backed out slowly, but not without having observed with longing the sight of Ralph's prick. Even in its relaxed state it made her mouth and cunt water. Soon, she would be made attractive to a man like that. Soon, she too would.. . she hesitated at the door.
"I said, that's all!" Riva's voice shook her out of her day dream. She nodded and left.
"Here you are, Ralph. Drink this."
Riva held the cup to his lips and he sipped deeply. "It will make you feel better and help you rest."
Ralph drank more and finally took the cup and drained it. Then he gave a big sigh and flopped back on the bed. Within minutes he was asleep.
Riva set up a still camera and took a few fast film shots of him stretched out on the bed in the nude. They might come in handy too. Anyone who saw them was bound to ask who had taken them and why.
Ralph awoke with a start. He sat up on the bed and stared about the room for several seconds before his mind came back into focus and he remembered where he was. He rubbed his hand over his forehead and tried to clear the fuzziness from his mind. What had happened? It was all hazy and dim. He remembered getting the hots for Mrs. Thayer and that she had responded and teased him. But he couldn't remember any details. The potion he had been given had that additional side after-effect.
He got up and stumbled into the luxurious bathroom. It, too, seemed familiar but he couldn't be sure. He doused his face in cold, running water from the tap and felt better. Returning to the bedroom, he seemed to realize for the first time that he was nude and looked for his clothes in a moment of panic. His shorts, shirt and trousers were neatly folded and laid out carefully on a chaise lounge. One closet door was open. His suit jacket hung there, perfectly pressed. As he dressed he had the impression that everything had been either washed or cleaned and pressed while he had been asleep. He glanced at his watch. Five-thirty. He hadn't slept too long but he was completely refreshed the same as if he had dozed for hours.
When he finished dressing, down to the carefully tied Windsor knot of his tie, he went to the door, opened it gingerly and looked out. There was no one to be seen in the corridor. He went toward the stairway and started down. When he reached the bottom rung, Mrs. Ross appeared from nowhere.
"Mrs. Thayer hopes you had a pleasant nap. So do I," she added, just for good measure, practicing for the day when she would be entertaining good-looking young men and not merely assisting a younger woman as a servant.
"Well, thank you," Ralph said a bit hesitatingly. "Uh--where is Mrs. Thayer?"
"Oh, she had an appointment and had to go out. She asked me to tell you that she was sorry, and to give you this." Mrs. Ross produced a note in a pink envelope, heavily scented with the same perfume Ralph remembered that had enveloped Mrs. Thayer's body.
"Thank you." Ralph took the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket. "Well, I must be going too. Please uh please thank Mrs. Thayer for me and--uh and tell her I'll be in touch."
"Yes, sir," the old one replied quietly and opened the front door.
Ralph began ripping open the envelope as he walked quickly to his car. Then, in the privacy of the front seat of the automobile he read it hastily. It was hand-written in long, flowing, almost Spencerian penmanship.
"My Dear 'Red', " it began, "I did so enjoy our afternoon and I hope you did also. I will be more than pleased to accept the Chairladyship of your Committee on Urban Development and will endeavor to lend my support to as many of your civic affairs as time allows both financial and moral."
Moral, Ralph thought. The word conjured up some great sexual experiences which were most pleasant. He felt a stirring under his shorts and shifted slightly in his seat to adjust the beginning of a bulge beneath his fly. He returned his attention to the letter.
"I regret that Rena and I have not had the opportunity to know each other better. Would you please ask her to come to tea tomorrow at three? If tomorrow is not convenient for her, ask her to call me and we'll set up another time. But the sooner the better. I feel that my support and the support of the community, depends in a large degree on her. She and I ought to talk about it."
A rather cryptic remark, Ralph thought again, but in a way it made sense. Rena could do a lot toward furthering his political career. She had already helped him become Mayor. Now, with Mrs. Thayer's additional assistance, there's no telling how far he might go.
The letter concluded with: "I trust that you will prevail upon her to keep the appointment and accept my invitation. I did have a marvelous time this afternoon and I hope you will agree, on reflection, that you did too." It was signed, "Fondly, Lillian."
Ralph stuffed the note and envelope back into his jacket pocket, turned the ignition key and pulled the car out of the driveway. His first impulse was to go home. It was rather late in the afternoon. On second thought, however, he decided to drop by the office to see if he had had any calls or if his secretary had made any new appointments for him. His real reason was to destroy Mrs. Thayer's note, although it was subconscious. He didn't want to simply tear it up and scatter it along the road. "Don't be a Litterbug." Ralph was very aware of such admonitions. The Mayor must set a good example. Also, for some inexplicable reason, he didn't want to carry the note into his home and get rid of it there. He would take it to the office and burn it.
He wended his way through the heavy home-coming traffic carefully, and finally reached City Hall. He parked in the specially reserved place marked "The Mayor", got out and hurried to his office. The place was deserted. All the city employees left at 4:30 unless there was some kind of emergency.
He entered his private office by a rear door to which only he was furnished a key, went to his desk and took out the note. He re-read it once again. For a moment some strange, foreboding doubts entered his mind concerning the invitation to Rena and the rather strong words Mrs. Thayer had used. But almost immediately these thoughts were dispelled and replaced by memories of having been completely satisfied sexually, something that had not yet occurred when he had made love to Rena. He had a moment of guilt when he realized that he had "cheated on his wife", but again, those thoughts were rationalized by the fact that he needed Mrs. Thayer. What the hell! If she "went for him", who was he not to go along? He only hoped that Rena would never find out about it. And, he must not let it happen again. It was too dangerous. He had campaigned on a platform of "morality"; a return to "Law and Order", and had promised to clean up the vice in Garden City. It wouldn't do to have it become known that the young Mayor was having a love affair on the side. No. It wouldn't do at all.