Chapter 4
It was four in the morning and the special streamline had just pulled out of Phoenix. Roger rolled over in his berth, already feeling the cold of loneliness. He was still not fully awake but he would be soon and then it would sink in that Nan was gone from him once and for all.
At the other end of the train, Sam Lacy rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, which was not easy considering the fact that he was with a sleeping woman whose jewelry was sitting there waiting to be had. It was the kind of temptation he found difficult to resist.
However, he had decided not to get off at Phoenix and that would stand him in good stead with Samantha. He had put on a performance worthy of an Academy Award, telling the woman that he could no longer live without her, that his business dealings would just have to wait.
Sam smiled as he remembered the way the woman had cooed and gushed over his words. Yes, the ugly old bag really believed that a man could be in love with her. She would pay the price of her illusions eventually but for the moment it was wisest to continue stringing her along.
Although it was still dark outside, life went on on a train. Time loses all meaning when you are hurtling across the countryside. Passengers got on and off at any given hour and the staff strove to make them comfortable. It was a new way of life although it had been going on since pioneer days, when the railroads had first been constructed.
Waiting at the doorway when the train pulled into Phoenix had been George Handler, a short dark-haired man with eyes that were disquietingly intense. George had boarded at
Kansas City and now his finances were already dire. Something had to turn up before they reached the West.
George had checked into the card games, much as Roger had down two days earlier. However, George did not like to gamble. His luck was never particularly good and he had never learned to cheat properly. It was one phase of the con game that he was doomed never to master.
George sighed to himself as he left the smoking car. What the hell were you going to do in the middle of the night, anyway, he asked himself. Still, he was far away from Kansas and that had to be a good thing. Another two days there and he would have landed in the pokey for sure.
George could still remember being dragged down to the police station after that last particular con. That would have been all right, only he didn't make a cent out of it. The only saving grace was that they had fallen for his alias and hadn't bothered to fingerprint him.
That being the case, George reasoned, they could not possibly catch up to him in California, computers or not. Still, any city with cops that dumb couldn't be a good scene for long. It was bound to backfire on a man, just as it had for George three days earlier.
George entered the restaurant car, wondering when some kind of action was going to show up. He stopped on the way in the men's room and fixed his appearances carefully. It was a bitch not to have his luggage with him but it was better to leave it behind rather than have it all to himself in jail, no doubt about that.
George combed his hair carefully and decided that he would not have to shave until later in the day. His jowls were glistening with black stubble but that was all right. People tended to be informal on a train and nobody looked particularly fresh after almost a week of rail travel.
Then George sat down and ordered a modest breakfast. His weight had ballooned over the last couple of months and now he could look upon his penury as a good thing. It would get him back into shape, get him down to fighting weight and make himself more attractive to the ladies.
"Good morning, ma'am," he began, seeing a likely-looking candidate eating alone. "I guess we must have boarded together but I wasn't fortunate enough to meet you on the platform."
"I got on at Phoenix," the woman said, naively. "My name is Suzanne Robbins. I'm heading for Los Angeles."
"San Francisco for me," he answered. "But I'll probably spend the night in LA. I'll freshen up a little and then it's back on the road for me.
"What do you do, if you don't mind my asking," the woman responded. "It's a vacation for me but I can see that it must be some sort of business trip for you."
George invited himself to sit down beside the woman and then began his story. It would have been easy to let go and tell the woman a real whopper but what the hell, he might as well save that for the next patsy. It would be best to take it easy on this one for a while.
Suzanne listened carefully as George described his business, calling himself a stockbroker and lecturing her about the vagaries of the market. To hear him talk, it was as mysterious as The Cabala, and he was one of the few men lucky enough to have been chosen to master its secrets.
As he dug into his eggs and toast, George continued to talk, his stories growing further from the truth with every passing mile. He told Suzanne that he had been doing well on the market but that some of his customers had lost their shirts. It was a dangerous time for investment.
In fact, things were at a stake where a smart person could clean up with shameful ease. All you had to do was know when to buy what and the showers of gold would fall on your doorstep. It sounded dangerous but it just wasn't true, at least not for those in the know.
George continued talking, thinking that it would be best if the woman made a few suggestions on her own. He did not want to steamroll the good-looking young brunette. She was dressed like she had some money but you could never tell about that sort of thing. No, let her be strung along for a while and she would find enough rope to hang herself with.
"That's funny," Suzanne commented. "My father put a lot of money into stocks and he really hasn't done that well. I wish he had met a man like you when he was investing."
"It's never too late," George answered. "In fact, you don't need all that much money to get started."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Suzanne answered. "That's big financing you're talking about. For example, I've always been interested, but I'm afraid I just can't afford it."
"Don't think small, Suzanne," George replied, using her first name for effect. "It only takes a thousand or so."
"Why I have that much money right here in my bag," Suzanne answered with surprise. "But you're trying to make me feel good. Probably you're laughing at me secretly."
"One thing I'm not laughing at," George answered, "is that fact that you're carrying so much."
"It's not that dangerous," Suzanne said. "I mean," I know to keep it close to the vest, as they say. I may look young but I've been around, believe me."
"Can we talk in private?" George asked. "I hate to have all these people eavesdropping on us. Know what I mean?"
Suzanne nodded conspiratorially and then asked George if he wanted to join her in her private room. George pretended to be worried about how that would appear to the other passengers but Suzanne was intrigued now, insisting that they did not have a thing in the world to worry about.
George smirked to himself as he followed the good-looking young woman to her private room. Yes, things were going his way already and he should have left Kansas City far before this. Trains were a perfect place to work. Safe, comfortable and loaded to the walls with potential suckers.
Also, the girl was damned good-looking, which would make things all the more pleasant. If he could somehow combine lust and business, George knew that he would really have it made. Yes, this girl seemed fascinated by him, an easy mark. It would be fantastic if he could get into her pants.
They sat down in the private room and George pulled a hip flask from his coat, noting that there was a basket of ice waiting for them. It seemed to shock Suzanne a little but she accepted the drink without saying a word. He would have to be careful with this babe. It was surely possible that her innocence was a carefully-cultivated persona.
George continued to ask questions until he knew all about his new sucker. Suzanne was single and fresh out of college, on her way to visit an aunt and uncle in California. Her family must have been lousy with money the way she was got up and maybe she had a little pile of it of her very own.
George began to talk personally to the girl, asking why somebody as good-looking as herself had not yet married. Suzanne blushed and then admitted that she was engaged, although no date had been set. No, she wanted to get her vacation out of the way after four hard years at college. Only then would she be able to think rationally about her future.
George sat closer to the woman on her couch, asking her about her finance. As he had expected, the girl soon demonstrated that it was a family kind of thing, that her parents had chosen the man for her. They hardly knew each other and it was evident that she was less than satisfied with her lot.
He worked on that for a while, talking about the wife he had lost almost ten years ago. Ten years was perfect, enough to make it look like the distant past but not so much that it made him seem like an old man. The girl was already interested, feeling a great depth of sympathy for the lonely traveler.
George slipped his hand behind the woman's back as he continued to invent the story of his wife. Well, he had a spouse once so it wasn't a complete he. On the other hand, their divorce would not make too attractive a story, nor the fact that he had split without giving her a cent in alimony.
However, Suzanne was almost crying now as she heard how the man had forgotten his wife through a decade of unstinting labor. Yes, he had thrown himself into business and made a success out of it, but what did that matter. How could mere money ever replace the woman he had loved and lost.
Suzanne leaned forward, allowing the man's hand to drop behind her back. It was warm on the train and the liquor was making her sleepy but it wouldn't have been fair to the unhappy stockbroker to fall out in the middle of his sad tale. No, she was not that kind of girl.
George leaned over and kissed the girl full on the lips, the same pathetic expression on his swarthy face. Yes, she looked good and she smelled good and she was falling for his line like a real champ. He could give himself a ten-minute deadline and still make it. He was not going to leave that room until he had fucked the girl.
At that point, Suzanne felt rather confused. She had not expected anything like that from the man but he seemed almost at the point of tears, coming to her as one human being to another, needing her sympathy. It just wouldn't be right for her to refuse in his hour of great need.
She felt the man's stubbly beard rubbing against her chin as he kissed her. Well, she had been working hard at her final exams this last month, had no time at all for pleasure. Now she was horny and dissatisfied and maybe this handsome man could do something about it.
George tried to repress the excitement he was feeling. His own sex life had been nothing to write home about but this girl could change that all around in a minute if she chose. However, she was not common train slut and he would have to be careful not to shock or alienate her.
George shot his tongue into Suzanne's mouth and then felt that he had the girl fair and square. She had her body pressed against his thick barrel chest and it was obvious that he really wanted it. Well, he could satisfy her needs in the very process of stealing every cent she had. It would be the kind of double victory he most savored.
George reached down and began to fondle Suzanne's breasts. The girl was still fully dressed but he knew that through long practice he was capable of undressing a girl before she realized what was happening. It was a matter of business every bit as much as a matter of lust.
Suzanne felt her blouse being unhooked from behind but she was still kissing the man, trying to catch her breath as he worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her yielding mouth. Yes, she wanted him and there was nobody around to step in and ruin her good time.
Now she was naked above the waist and the man had his own shirt off. His body was strong and compact and somewhat threatening but that did not bother her any longer. No, she would go through with it, soothe the worried man, try to help him get over his troubles for a few hours.
Then her skirt was slipping off Suzanne's body and George pulled back for a few seconds, wanting to get a good look at what he was fucking. Yes, the girl was really something to see with those big, hard tits and shapely legs. It would be a pleasure to screw her.
George slipped out of his own underwear and then led the drunk woman to the bed. She did not protest for a second and the rest was bound to be even easier. Yes, he could save his business for a few hours. It was obvious that the girl was in no shape to resist him for long.
He lowered his head down to the girl's tits and began to work on her nipples, slowly and carefully. This was a high-class bitch, he thought, not the kind that went in for the old, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am bit. Yes, she was hot but that didn't mean he could take her for granted. Not if he wanted the woman's money along with her cunt.
Now he had a mouthful of tit and George could feel his own genitals girding for action. Yes, his prick was getting hard as a rock and the young woman was bound to appreciate it. In a few minutes he would be inside her but first there were all sorts of other things he wanted to do.
George held the woman tightly in his arms, so that Suzanne could hardly move a muscle. It was best to show her his physical strength right off the bat. Then she would respect him properly and they could have a good time together. As long as she was getting fleeced, she might as well enjoy it.
Two minutes later, George had his hands down at the girl's waist, stroking her gently.
She wasn't at all a bad piece of merchandise, he thought. A girl who would be worth fucking even if she didn't have any money. Yes, he was getting awfully lucky to find her so early in his journey.
The girl was moaning with lust and it looked like she would come as soon as he got into her. As long as that was the case, George figured, he might as well get it out of the way first. Then she would really appreciate his technique when they got down to some serious lovemaking.
George lay Suzanne flat on her back, intent on eating out the girl's pussy. She smelled warm and fresh and clean and it was obvious that she wanted him to do it. It was nice that the girl was no prude although in a couple of hours she was bound to be kicking herself in her ass about it.
For the time, however, George was content to move into position so that he could eat out the girl's fragrant fuck box. She protested a little at first but it was the sort of thing no healthy girl could really refuse. No, he was all set to show her the time of her life in bed.
George held the girl's thighs apart with his powerful hands, those hands that were too thick and muscular to manipulate a deck of cards. Yes, he could get into her anytime he wanted now. His tongue was already watering with anticipation and he could practically smell her money.
Suzanne closed her eyes as she felt the man starting to eat out her dripping pussy. It was not the kind of lovemaking she was used to but that didn't really matter. No, the fact was that he was turning her on like never before and she would have been a fool to stop him in the middle of it. Yes, this was one time when she would go all the way with a man.
George protruded his tongue and had no difficulty working it into the girl's moist labia. Her clitoris popped out from behind its fleshy hood and for the next couple of minutes, George concentrated on the sensitive organ, wondering how long it would take the girl to come.
He continued to stroke and caress Suzanne's tits as his tongue danced over her clitoris. Yes, she was moaning and thrashing in his arms already, a sure sign that she liked what he was doing to her. Well, Suzanne might not have not known it but her best was yet to come.
Her clitoris was standing up free as George wiped his tongue back and forth over the pink pearl. It was fun to hold it in his teeth and jiggle it back and forth, feeling the shock waves travel through her body. Yes, she would come in a couple of minutes and then he would have some fun, before taking her for her money.
George let go of the girl's clitoris a few seconds later, figuring that Suzanne was ready for the real thing. Her body seemed flushed and sweaty and that told him that her climax could be no more than a few seconds away. Once that happened, the young sexpot would be putty in his hands.
He stuck his tongue out and began to drag it across the young woman's labia, knowing that she could react in only one way. Suzanne reached down and began to stroke his thin black hair. The strange was turning her on a lot better than her idiotic fianc‚ could ever hope to do.
George shot his tongue into the hungry hole, taking it easy now, not wanting the woman to have her orgasm without working for it, at least a little bit. Yes, she was hot, all right! A young, loving Mama! They were the best kind, George reflected. It would be easy as hell to get it up for Suzanne once it was time to fuck her into exhaustion.
He licked at the very opening of the girl's labia for a few minutes and then finally, mercifully, worked his tongue into the vulva itself. She tasted warm and sweet and young and already her cunt was beginning to contract. Sometimes it was just too easy, George thought.
Then he reached up and fondled the girl's tits again, noting that her nipples were as hard and puckered as a pair of strawberries. Yes, she was dying to come but she was being a real lady about it, hardly making a sound. Well, that was nice, too, when you thought about it.
Suzanne threw her head back and abandoned herself completely to the handsome stranger's ardent caresses. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before but she was an adult now and would have to learn to roll with life's punches. It was a good education for her and plenty pleasant to boot.
Suzanne could feel her orgasm coming on, even though the man had only been eating her out for a few seconds. It was amazing but he really seemed to know what he was doing in bed. It was like nothing she had . ever experienced before but she was not about to knock the new sensations.
Now the man had his tongue outside of her cunt altogether and Suzanne began to feel a little bit frustrated. It just wasn't fair of him to get her so heated up and then stop before finishing her lust. However, she was too much of a lady to complain about it. That sort of thing would never do, even though her mother had never given her specific instructions.
Suzanne was surprised to feel a strong hand being inserted under her soft buttocks. Before she knew what was happening, her new lover had lifted her halfway off the bed, was digging his head ever deeper into her groin. Was it possible that he actually wanted to eat out her tiny pink asshole?
For his part, George was perfectly delighted with that prospect. He had the girl stunned and confused and it was a good time to teach her some of the nuances of sex. Before this she had probably been fucked in one or two positions. It was high time for her education to begin in earnest.
So thinking, George lifted the girl's buttocks a little bit higher. She looked funny in that position, like an overturned turtle, her legs kicking uselessly in the air. However, she was still hot to trot and he knew that it would not take much more to bring the girl right over the verge.
George worked his tongue around the girl's asshole for a few minutes, knowing that it would not detract from her pleasure. Maybe it would take her a moment or two to get used to the new mode of lovemaking but he would have given odds that she would later be begging him for more.
George shot his tongue into Suzanne's asshole and then began to rotate it as if stirring a pot of hot soup. The girl wasn't moving at all but he could feel the fluids continuing to ooze out of her cunt, getting his face and neck soaking wet in its warm, frothy saline flow.
The girl's asshole was so tight that it was obvious that she was a virgin back there. But there would be plenty of time to deal with that later. For the moment he wanted her to come in a way she had never done before. That would go a long way towards getting her firmly under his thumb.
Now his tongue was deep in Suzanne's bunghole, driving the girl out of her mind with previously unknown desires. She felt somewhat embarrassed being in such a helpless position but her cunt was contracting nine to the dozen and she knew that it would be futile to try to complain.
Besides, it was evident that the man was not going to go on eating out her asshole forever. It probably wasn't doing a thing for him and that made Suzanne feel bad and selfish. Well, she would reward the man later, when it was time to fuck in her own unique manner.
George finally removed his tongue from the girl's dripping anal orifice, sure that she was ready to satisfy his and her own desires. Yes, her cunt was wide open now, the labia fluttering as she waited for his re-entry. Two seconds later he was inside the girl's cunt again, not to stop this time until he had swallowed all of her hot come.
George sensed that his triumph was near. He shot his tongue into the girl's cunt, grunting softly as he found it hard to breathe. Dammit, she was making him work hard but the rate of remuneration would make it all worthwhile in the end. He was not going to settle for less than a couple of thousand after all the effort he had been putting into this.
Now the girl's cunt was quivering violently, almost ready to void its long-pent juices. Yes, she was waiting for him to bring her over the hill now but it was really out of his hands. It was taking her a long time but it looked like Suzanne's orgasm was going to be a real winner. .
He worked his tongue in again and again, each time delving deeper into the woman's dripping hole. Suzanne began to moan with lust and then pulled herself up short, not wanting to sound like a whore. It was the only inhibition she had demonstrated in the course of their lovemaking.
Now the fluids were pouring out of the girl's pussy, much to the delight of her experienced seducer. George would have laughed but it was impossible when his tongue was inserted in the girl's cunt. Well, there would be plenty of time for merriment after he had finished stealing her dough.
Suzanne finally allowed herself to scream as her contractions began in full force. It was one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced and the young girl could feel it in her asshole as much as her cunt. Yes, the sad man had done one hell of a good job of turning her on with his tongue.
Two minutes later, the girl was lying down with her eyes closed, relishing the vestiges of her passion. She was tired after all that she had gone through but that didn't matter when she was enthralled in her passion. Maybe her lover would also want to take a little break after their exertions.
But it was not to be, as Suzanne found out a few seconds later. No, the handsome man was facing her now, his prick sticking straight out before him, the largest male organ that she had ever seen. It did not take the young girl long to realize that he was not ready to let her rest, that they still had a long way to go together.