The Company's Special Girls
by Jane Dawson 


FOREWORD 

Even before he had coaxed it to erection, Jack's cock looked large. Now, as 
he rubbed one hand along the shaft, he watched Trudy's jaw gape as his prick 
reached its full size. And now, Jack was grabbing her, spinning her around, 
aiming that cock at her ass-hole like a master archer preparing to shoot. 

Jack prodded her tight ass-hole, like a pounding hammer, sending erotic 
shock waves all along the inner fleshy-walls. Trudy felt every pulsing 
motion deliver yet another shot to the building passion within her own body. 
She let her hands slip into her furry crotch and they began to finger her 
clit, slowly sliding along the hot slit with teasing motions. The ointment 
he had applied made the hole slippery, and Trudy felt her clit pulse in her 
hand. She loved the way the gooey stuff made it feel. 

It was like she was stuffed with a dildo. She longed for the real female 
experience, yet she knew that as long as she remained employed by her 
present boss she would have to settle for second best. His fingers began to 
dig more insistently at her hole, now, sending a stream of shivers along her 
spine. 

She was seated atop Jack's hard prick. The male organ was lodged far into 
her rear hole and he wiggled slightly, feeling it slap against her back 
wall. It was in as far as it could go, filling her full. 

But Jack wasn't convinced. He acted as if he wanted to tear the rectal area 
asunder with his pile-driving motions. Back and forth he rammed the cock, 
making it play freely inside the hidden recess. 

It had slipped into Trudy so easily as to surprise the servant. Usually it 
was much more of a problem to accept the hard organ. In past sessions, Trudy 
had felt each inch of the cock tear into her flesh, stretching it bit by bit 
as it made its way deeper, ever deeper into the dark tunnel. But this time 
it was a simple operation. It had merely slid hard and fast into the tight 
space, sliding along in the thick ointment. 

She was feeling the full pressure of the fat prick now. She moved her body 
back and forth, letting her cunt receive manual attentions while her rectum 
received the full blessings of Jack's hard rod. It wouldn't be long now, 
Trudy could tell. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Tod hadn't left the apartment in more than three weeks. All the horror 
stories in the world had just come true for him, and in spades. He 
continually paced back and forth trying to figure out how it all happened 
and couldn't get it clear no matter how hard he tried. 

Even though he was in trouble now, he still guessed he was lucky. Looking 
back on it all, he was amazed at the way he had come out of it. 

He had made the pilgrimage along with so many others to New York, some years 
back, hoping to join the rest of his friends in starting an entirely new 
life style. He had thought it would be so easy. All they had to do was drop 
out and set up life their own ways. Somehow everything they could want would 
come along from heaven and allow them to live an easy life, free of the 
mundane worries that always bothered his folks back in the mid-west. 

He had saved up enough cash to get by for a short while, and even though he 
had to sleep on dirty floors and squeezed into dimly lit hallways, he was 
ecstatic to be building his own life, free to choose the way he wanted. Of 
course there weren't too many ways open then ... only he didn't know it. 

He had dropped out of college, glad to be rid of all that study shit, free 
from doing other people's dirty work for the first time in all his life. Tod 
was eighteen and free. That was a joke. He had no home, no friends and 
barely any acquaintances. 

One thing he had plenty of was junk. The amount of pot that floated around 
the City then was incredible. Even then, as a newcomer he could sense the 
importance of that wonderful substance. Somehow he knew it would play a big 
part in his new life. 

The East Side of the village was a beautiful place. All over the streets 
were congregations of young people dressed to the hilt just as they damn 
well pleased, their love beads displayed almost arrogantly, nearly inviting 
crude remarks from the straight world they invaded. Needless to say, the old 
time residents of that area, Italian and other slum dwellers, were up-tight 
about the young enemy. But where else could they go? 

That they were already crowding into the lower East Side. That was where the 
cheap apartments were, and where Tompkins Square Park was like a magnet, 
drawing them to the spotty grass and bandstand. That was where they heard 
their music, heedless of the city traffic that squealed by, their minds 
turning that filth into a beautiful place for habitation. 

Part of the fantasy was drugs. A very large part. Everyone calling himself 
"cool" turned on with something. Even those who were in town just for the 
action part-time, trying to play in the game turned on. The available pot 
and hash were pretty much garbage most of the time. But every so often a 
good batch turned up, from where, no one seemed to know, and then the word 
would get around, and the dealers and the pushers would start doing a brisk 
business. 

The stories about the dealing spread as fast as sex among the kids who 
joined the downtown scene. Everyone told about friends who had just gone to 
Mexico to grab a few kilos of grass and were now selling for big profits. Or 
how the friend had come back from a distant trip, with a suitcase full of 
quality hash, with a big profit to be made. 

Then there were those who gave the stuff out free. Tod took all the free 
stuff he could get, hiding his stashes in various spots, hoping it would 
still be there when he came back in need. No sense carrying around danger 
with himself. Use good sense always. 

Weeks and weeks went by and his money was going down. He needed some more in 
a hurry but the idea of his working for real just didn't go with his idea of 
any easy life. Besides, every job he had ever held was a drag. They were all 
boring. 

If there was one thing he just had to avoid, it was that. Tod just couldn't 
see spending two days a week pushing stacks of papers around and stuff like 
that. All jobs were alike. They were all shit. 

So when someone he knew from the other side of town passed him on the street 
and asked if he wanted to score some grass, he said that he'd like to sell 
it. The guy looked him up and down and finally offered to let him hustle a 
few ounces for him. He would get to keep five bucks per sale. 

Of course he had to be cool, and not sell to anyone he didn't know and 
trust. Whenever he felt uneasy without knowing why, he just did not make the 
approach. 

The first thing he did was run up to Mary's place. It was quite late in the 
afternoon when he got there and knocked. 

"It's Tod, Mary. May I come in?" 

"Sure." 

They weren't really close friends, but hers was the closest apartment to 
where he had met his buddy, and would do as a starting place. He knew 
selling grass was easy money. No one passed a chance to get good stuff, and 
he knew this was super stuff. 

Mary unlocked the door and peeked out. Assured that he was really Tod, she 
let him in. He smiled and sat in a chair. He had to meet his friend later on 
that night, so he was glad to rest while he could. 

"Say Mary, I've got great stuff. Interested?" 

He came across immediately with the sales pitch, being sure to use only 
street language and appear cool. She appeared mildly interested and came 
closer, her lush body pressing against the chair. He huddled inside her, his 
hands itching to grab her tits. 

"What you got? Anything good?" 

Her eyes lit up with thought. He dashed her hopes with a shake of his head 
but countered with another offer. 

"I'll give you a taste and see if you like it, it's grass, but super stuff 
... just in fresh." 

He made the last part up, knowing that the rumors, like that turned the 
customers on. The line caught her attention and she sat opposite him, 
waiting for the joint to be rolled. He took an ounce from his pocket and 
rolled a joint His hands shook a lot as he made the joint, making it fatter 
than he had expected. Later he learned that the fatter they were, the easier 
the sale. 

He handed the finished joint to Mary and she sniffed it, her heavy breasts 
rising with each breath. He couldn't help but look as he devoured the 
outline of those heaving melons, swinging inside her loosely styled dress. 
He knew she never wore a bra, being a part of the current styles in more 
bodily freedom. Mary wet down the joint, hoping to make it last longer and 
burn slower through the dampness. Tod leaned back, and watched her light the 
joint. Her eyes closed as smoke curled up from the glowing tip, and as she 
took in a big lungful. Then she passed it to him. He followed her example 
and felt the burning weed down his throat and all the way into his belly. It 
was really good stuff after alL 

Mary took another toke and coughed. The smoke was really strong. Tod walked 
behind her and smacked her back freeing the trapped smoke and giving her a 
better chance to breathe. The color came back to her pretty face, and she 
smiled her thanks. Tod smiled and took the offered joint managing another 
heavy drag. 

As the smell sweetened the air in the room, Mary lit some incense. Now the 
blend of both scents carried heaven right through his head. Suddenly, he 
didn't like it there. His head whirled all around, checking the apartment, 
trying to pick out points to relate to so that he could feel welcome there 
again. 

He had been to Mary's place twice before, and had smoked grass there each 
time, so the reality of getting busted there was non-existent. There was 
another sense, however, one that spun off feelings. And that one made him 
uneasy. It had nothing to do with pot. 

He went back to watching Mary finish the joint. She took two big drags, one 
after another, and passed the remains of the joint to Tod. As the 'roach' 
passed to his hands, the flesh touched and he felt a rush of warmth go to 
his head. Something told him how to block out that worried, scared feeling. 
She was the answer. 

Mary had smoked enough. She leaned back in her chair, letting the pot take 
over her senses. It began leading her through all sorts of thought patterns, 
letting her body relax at the same time. Tod felt the same way, and so he 
knew the grass was good and that Mary would probably buy. 

That problem seemed solved, and he disposed of the last little bit of the 
joint by rolling it into a tiny pellet and swallowing. It slid easily down 
his parched throat. 

Her eyes smiled. Then she turned to head into the small kitchen. Her moving 
body filled his mind and he struggled to recapture his earlier euphoric 
feeling. Every motion of that luscious body now made him lean forward until 
he nearly fell off the edge of his chair. He caught himself just as Mary 
came back with a beer. 

Between them they managed to polish off the foamy beer. Tod felt better now. 
The paranoia was fleeing with each passing moment and he knew that 
everything was cool. He also knew that Mary was staring at his face. So he 
stared back watching her mouth and eyes. Silence grew loud in the room, the 
only disturbing sounds coming from far below, out on the street. Something 
hot was happening. 

His head was wracking inside, the grass making everything very pretty and 
super-important. Mary was sitting like a lovely cat, her smile growing 
wider, inviting Then he couldn't stop smiling either. The warmth of a pretty 
face and the potent drug combined to send indescribable tremors across his 
body. 

He stood and walked over to Mary. Tod knew they were on the same wavelength. 
He could sense it 

She lifted her head as he advanced. He bent to it and tasted her flesh, his 
lips clinging for a long minute sucking at the tasty neck. Then Mary stood 
and faced him. 

"You're beautiful," was all he said, and she led him to the bedroom. 

In the room was a cluttered dresser, almost overflowing with clothes and 
junk. Scarves and jewelry were tangled with paperbacks and shitty underwear. 
The whole place had the look of a child's bedroom, but he didn't have much 
time to look around. 

In one quick leap, they both climbed onto the bed, and the mattress creaked 
beneath their combined weight. They rolled together, laughing and playing 
and having a great old time. He put both hands on her shoulders, and could 
feel her body beneath her dress. 

He pushed down and Mary fell in a lump, not an ounce of resistance in her. 
He rolled next to her and removed his shoes. She was already barefoot, so 
took her turn by slipping her dress over her head. His body spun into 
action, sending warm flashes of lust along his thighs. Mary tossed the dress 
to the floor and sat naked from the waist up, her big heaving breasts 
growing under their own weight. He couldn't wait. Lunging forward, he 
slammed his head against those firm mounds, wanting a nipple between his 
open lips. 

He found one and as it went inside, Mary shunted forward, giving him a 
better shot. She wound her fingers in his hair and demanded his naked body 
against hers. Rapidly he undid his shorts, flinging them to the floor. Then 
they touched flesh to flesh, their aroused bodies sending erotic shock waves 
along their spines, working on their senses. The heightened feelings of lust 
they both felt left no room for shyness in the meeting of their bodies. 

Her nipples grew and grew, seemingly without end, and he felt like he would 
stay sucking on that rich melon all day. The feeling was really intense and 
he smoothed his hand over the other tit, feeling the stabbing nipple pulse 
hard against his palm. In his pants he felt another growing sensation and 
knew his cock was hardening. Mary pulled back and leaned on her arms, 
shaking her heavy tits as if to call him to them. He responded rapidly, 
flattening his body over hers, shoving his hard dork against her panty 
covered cunt. 

She sighed and collapsed under his supporting weight so easily. His 
turned-on state grew, and he saw her as a provocative woman, rich and ripe, 
wanting to please him and make him submit to her feminine pleasure. 

He was ready for it. He wanted to dominate her and be dominated by her. 

Together they would become one erotic being, charged with their mental and 
physical energies, turning their casual lovemaking into a serious and 
exciting affair. 

Raising himself above her, he stared down. His sensual self was rising 
through-the deep, pot haze. Threatening to make him lunge after her like a 
stud in heat. Then she reached up and zipped his pants. Tod helped and soon 
his hard meat was standing straight and stiff in her slim hands. 

He moved forward and Mary rubbed her fingers over the taut surface, rubbing 
the rod vigorously. He moved around, becoming always more and more aroused. 
His legs were spread apart and Mary lay down between them. 

The long tool waved in the air as she shifted, sliding her lace panties over 
her long slim thighs. He watched hotly as they came off, exposing the silken 
hairs of her golden pubic area. They glistened and shimmered as he gazed. 

Her inner thighs were already moist, her cunt ready, to be filled and he 
came around quickly, bringing his stinging tongue down hard on her, wiggling 
the tip of it into that sweet smelling hole. She gasped and rocked with the 
wonderful feeling. Her legs went up and she opened wide, giving him easy 
access to that delicious spot. His tongue ran alongside her thighs, tickling 
and teasing her until she clamped her legs together tightly about his face. 
When she opened them again, his tongue headed straight for her slit. Inside 
her cunt, the channel was slippery and smooth, the gorgeous walls sucking at 
his tongue as he ate her out. 

He leaned over her, his mouth busy. Then he felt her mouth returning the 
favor. She was lapping at the hard head of his expanded cock. It was his 
turn to writhe under the expert caresses. 

His legs opened out and back, as he gyrated, trying to sock his long rod 
into her steaming mouth. Mary opened her lips and closed them after he went 
in, stuffing her jaws with the full joint. She sucked heartily, like 
dragging again on that wonderful pot, only this time it was a joint that 
throbbed at her. 

Together they licked at sex and found their hands wandering over heated 
bodies, filled with erotic delights. Back and forth they rocked, their 
bodies acting in harmony, the song of lust building to a hard rock song. 

Mary was caught in a liquid heat, blotting out everything that went through 
her drug-laden mind except the high kick of sex. Her sopping passage seemed 
to have its own life, grabbing and pulling at his tongue. He felt her inner 
muscles pull and twitch and tried to reach his slithering tonuge in her 
cervix. 

All the .time his fingers worked over her clitoris, sending spasms of urgent 
desire through the girl's legs and thighs. Her body approached a breaking 
point, and Mary sobbed under the continued pressure. Tod's hands roamed over 
her lush body at will, finding their own separate ways. His mind was too far 
gone, locked into the beauty of lust, to worry about his hands. All his 
concentration was on the head of his throbbing cock. He kicked his legs and 
sent the pulsing pole deeper into Mary's sucking lips. The head hit her 
throat and sprung to new life. It seemed to grow even bigger in her warm 
wetness. 

They shifted positions. Now they were side by side, slapping their bellies 
against each other, driving their sensitized organs into each other's 
mouths. Almost silent now, they both felt the grass-aided eroticism climb 
higher. 

He felt the first drops of scum begin to drip from the head of his vibrating 
tool. He lunged deep into Mary's mouth, driving like a fired up engine. The 
feeling was incredible. His cock was hers. Her pussy was his. They were 
linked in a chain of lust. Tod knew that when his prick exploded into her 
gaping jaws, her lubrication would come down and flow into his mouth. 

Harder now, he strained against her face, feeling his tight balls hit her 
chin. His mouth and nose were firmly entrenched in Mary's box, and his 
fingers now pinching and squeezing her delectable ass. Ramming into her one 
more time did it. His hot spunk squirted against her throat and Mary gagged 
on the overflowing juices. 

Somehow the sticky come made it into her mouth, past the sputtering throat, 
and she managed to smoothly swallow load after load of his hot spunk. 

Now it was Mary's turn. She slammed her body against his, wanting to force 
his head completely inside, trying to fill her soaking cavity, and at the 
same time trying desperately to build her climax to an even higher point. 
She wanted to savor every delightful moment, to make the experience last 
longer than ever before, to feel the coming eruption with all of her varied 
senses. 

She opened her eyes now, watching the last few drops from his dribbling 
cock. Then she gave out with some piercing sex shucks, using her sense of 
speech to tell him of the ongoing erotic attack. Her come oozed out. His 
tongue and lips actively collected it, sucking it into his jaws, along with 
her knobby clit, driving her almost mad with the licking action that covered 
her twat. 

They rolled on the bed, Mary throwing her arms around like a screaming 
madwoman, yelling and howling for more. Tod pressed his fingers into 
service, shoving two of them deep into her tight anal canal. She wound her 
ass-hole around them, screwing herself tightly on the intruding digits, 
while her cunt still sent forth streams of lubrication. 

"Oh yes ... come ... good ... so nice." 

Her voice trailed off as her climax petered out into a series of short 
uncontrollable jerks. 

He left her slit and licked his sticky lips. He loved the taste of hot fresh 
come and sucked it in vigorously, trying to get every last drop. Her thighs 
were sticky and wet and he dove back at them, wanting to clean them 
thoroughly. Mary pushed him away, however. Her body was too sensitive now; 
unable to handle any further attack on its sensual areas. 

They closed their eyes, bodies still wet with spent fluid, and then they 
dozed, not really sleeping, but caught up in a new series of intricately 
involved grass-stimulated dreams. He knew the day had so far been quite a 
success. He had smoked some good dope and screwed a beautiful girl. She 
probably was going to buy some stuff on top of that. 

The pot high lasted for another hour or so, giving them time to try out some 
more tricks and for him to complete a sell with her. To his surprise she 
offered him a place to stay. 

Not only had he gotten a beautiful lay, now this chick was going to give him 
a place to sleep. He accepted and kissed her in thanks. That started the 
whole thing again, and he couldn't escape without pumping one more quick 
load into her sweet hole. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Back on the street he hustled along. He had to sell three more bags before 
meeting his contact It was all proving very easy, and most pleasant What 
could be better than selling good stuff to your friends and turning a neat 
little profit in the process? 

Across town, he headed for a guy he had met at a big party. Tod rang his 
bell but no one answered. With two ounces still in his pocket he headed 
back. And when he was crossing Avenue A he ran into Jake. Tod had fallen 
into his circle of friends when he first came to the city and hand stayed at 
his place for a few weeks. He was big. About 220 pounds easily. He squeezed 
Tod in his bear-hug and when his breath came back Tod asked if he could use 
any pot. 

"Well ... I can always use some good stuff. Where can we taste it? I never 
buy untasted." 

Jake suggested Mary's place and he followed. Once there, they did some 
"smoke" and Jake liked it well enough to hand over $40. Tod was sold out and 
had a new home besides. 

That night he turned over the money to his friend and he handed Tod's share 
back to him. As an extra bonus he gave Tod a free half-ounce. 

He went back to Mary, as happy as could be. Now he had some bread, a place 
to crash, and a loving female. Sometimes he thought she was even a bit too 
loving. She never seemed to stop. That night he screwed her three more times 
and she was still horny when he refused out of exhaustion. He slept like a 
baby, the soft bed and warm body lulling him into a deep slumber. 

The next morning he felt as good as new, with no after effects from the 
previous day's activities. He rolled over and touched Mary. 

She opened her eyes and smiled her wicked smile then climbed on him, driving 
her wet box across his chest. Tod wondered then whether she was always moist 
and ready for action. 

Soon, she was sitting on his face, her cunt wide open over his stirring 
tongue, while her thighs molded themselves against his chest. He cleaned her 
out again and again as she climaxed into his jaws. The wet cream tasted as 
good as ever, and he was glad of the chance to wake up this way, after too 
long alone. When he finished she made him stay put while she climbed down to 
handle his sleeping cock making it swell to immense proportions in her 
mouth. She lapped and sucked until it gave up and spewed the hot liquid that 
she gobbled greedily. 

Every other minute it seemed that Mary was throwing herself at him, wanting 
her body treated to another sort of erotic fun. He couldn't figure it out, 
this luck of his. It was either too little or too much. 

After breakfast they smoked and fucked again on the floor. Tod came at her 
from behind, jamming his hard cock into her cunt like a dog. She screamed at 
the tight fit and jogged back and forth pulling him deeper in. Told slammed 
against her ass time and again, sending the prick high and into her inner 
chamber. She loved it and crawled forward, making him follow. They went 
around the room like that, and then she leaned forward, her jutting ass high 
in the air. 

He placed his hands on her back and leaned forward, driving the drill home. 
In a few short strokes he felt her come again, quivering as her floodgates 
burst. She jumped up and down, her torso bucking like a wild animal. He 
reached around her and cupped her full breasts, crunching the nipples hard 
in his hands. She whimpered like a little kitten and he increased the 
pressure, making her wrench backward violently, causing his cock to shoot 
its load. 

Tod's come exploded into her deep crack, the hot scum pushing up and backing 
out, making large pools beneath them on the floor. They moved in unison, 
until there was nothing more to drain, and slumped in a heap. 

For the next couple of weeks he barely left the apartment. They smoked a lot 
and did a lot of screwing. The only time they left was to get food and 
wrappers. It was a good life and he couldn't see any reason to change it. At 
the end of the fun though, the pot supply had run a little low. They had 
given a lot away to friends and had more than a few parties where it was 
baked into brownies and eaten. 

Buying was expensive so Tod decided to deal a pound, that way making enough 
back so that whatever he kept for himself would be free. Mary said she'd 
.put up the money and he went in search of a good deal. Any good deal. 

As Tod saw it, he had things pretty well in hand. After all, his needs were 
pretty simple. All he really needed was a place to lay his head, some good 
grass to smoke, and a nice tight hole in which to put his cock. Mary was 
offering him all three. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Jack Bums was a tough man. He had always been that way. Growing up he was a 
creep. In school he was nasty. His meanness helped him when he took over 
other people's small businesses. Before long he had moved from the small 
time into a position where he controlled a whole section of an industry. 

It was only a small leap from that spot to his present position as the 
president of an international firm. 

His group had fingers in a lot of pies and tentacles everywhere. For this he 
had to cater to a lot of different tastes. In every major city, men working 
for him paid off and got rid of those who didn't follow company line. He sat 
safe and clean. Few people knew he was around, and most of those who did 
wished they didn't. He was a ghost of a millionaire. 

Jack Burns stood over the bathtub. His big hulky body naked, sweat running 
down his face and neck. The water ran from the tap for his daily bath. Jack 
always took one. He liked to soak for hours in the hot tub, feeling the 
oiled water seep into his tawny skin, making it tender and soft. 

He liked the way it made his mind feel as clean as his body. It was one of 
the secrets of his success. 

When the bath was ready he stepped into it, testing the heat with his toe. 
The water swooshed up over the edge of the oversized tub, spreading a thin 
film across the tile bathroom floor. Jack sank under the comforting liquid. 
The tub was large enough to accommodate three people instead of his oneself 
and he moved casually in it, shifting his body gracefully in the uplifting 
water. 

Putting his hands on the bottom of the tub, he pushed himself along the 
edge, his body floating on top. His limp cock flopped between two dark and 
hairy thighs. He flicked a finger at the flabby organ and watched as it 
swished from one side to the other. He slapped it harder making small so 
very small waves with his hands. His prick was his favorite toy. 

Now when he moved the cock, some life appeared. It slowly straightened out, 
its flaccid form filling up with blood. Jack reach for the bar of soap. He 
quickly rubbed it over his hairy groin, raising mounds of lather. Then he 
replaced the soap and stroked the climbing cock, making the head push 
through the water, bigger with each beat of his hand. 

When it was full size and the head was a purple-red, Jack dunked his body 
into the hot water. He held it under until the cock fell back into its limp 
state. Jack stroked his balls under the water, watching closely. He returned 
the soap to his hand and scrubbed under his ass cheeks, putting the soap 
into his crack, then swishing his body back and forth to remove all the 
suds. 

Jack rubbed every part of his fifty year old body until it gleamed. When he 
was through with his bath, he yelled. The sound was followed by a slamming 
door and a woman's soft footsteps down the hall. 

Nancy Ames had worked for Jack for a year and knew he would call for her 
every day at this moment. Her childish beauty always shocked people when it 
was seen next to his raunchy old body, but Nancy had stopped caring about 
all the strange stares and nasty remarks. She walked towards the bathroom 
clad only in one of his shirts. Beneath the shirt her slender figure moved 
with the happy grace of a healthy child. 

Her long legs were tanned from hours of sun-bathing on the penthouse roof. 
She turned the corner and saw Jack still in the tub, waiting for her. A 
slight smile crossed her face as she approached him. He had quite a 
reputation as being a tough guy, but she knew how to handle him, and she was 
just a kid. 

Once in a while he demanded incredible things of her, and sometimes his 
sadistic streak made a horrifying impact on her youthful body, but usually 
he could be handled by the girl, and she knew it. She had been kept in 
style, more than any runaway kid could hope for. And given all the material 
comforts she could have desired. All she had to do was turn her body over to 
his demanding hands. That was usually fun. 

Nancy's long black hair shone in the streaming sunlight as she quickened her 
pace towards the tub. About a foot form the edge she stopped and removed her 
shirt. Her child-like figure bloomed in the tile room. Her breasts were tiny 
but stood up, tipped with long hard nipples, brownish red. Her stomach was 
flat, smoothing over luscious hips, down into that tangle of black kinky 
hair that surrounded her teenage cunt. Her ass was perfectly matched to the 
rest of her and jiggled slightly as she resumed her walk. 

Jack held his breath as Nancy came closer. She always hit him that way. His 
stomach tightened and his head had a strange buzzing. It was like having his 
own daughter for his mistress. 

Ever since the day he spotted her crossing the street on the way home from 
Junior High, he was certain she was the one. From that day on he had her 
tailed, until he knew everything about her. He knew she had screwed around 
as much as she could. 

It wasn't hard to arrange for a kidnap. One that Nancy never forgot. 

During lunch in an exclusive French restaurant, Jack plied her with rich 
food and imagine talk, telling her how she could earn plenty of money and 
have the kind of life she wanted just by being his little girl. He said he 
wanted just someone to share his business trips and conferences with and to 
live in his large penthouse apartment. Nancy was surprised by this strange 
offer, but Jack kept on, never missing the chance to make a point. Finally 
she agreed to see the apartment without screaming for help, and they left 
the restaurant after Jack left an enormous tip, making sure that the roll of 
bills flashed in Nancy's face. 

In the penthouse, Jack showed Nancy around pointing out a luxuriously 
furnished, feminine room, complete with a closet full of junior clothes, all 
perfectly designed for her. Her mind reeled at the possibilities, and she 
sat, thinking long and hard at his proposition. Up until this point, no 
mention of sex had been made, and Nancy assumed that she would be free from 
such flings with a man his age. 

Her room seemed private enough and had a lock on the door. She knew that 
Jack didn't interest her. She still missed her young boyfriends and wasn't 
really interested in anyone. But, in any case, the middle-aged man was not 
her ideal fantasy. Too much like daddy. 

Nancy set up shop the following week. She never worked up the courage to 
tell her parents she was not being held by force but instead left them a 
note explaining that she was involved in a Hollywood scheme for immortality 
and it would be best if they let her be. She promised to contact them, when 
everything was settled down. 

Since she had lied about her age, there was no problem on striking out on 
her own, and a surge of excitement rushed through her when she slipped into 
the plush interior of Jack's chauffer-driven limousine. Jack patted her 
hand, assuring her that she was making the right move, and they moved off 
inside the quiet environment of the luxury apartment. 

Once they arrived in the penthouse Jack had the Jamaican housekeeper take 
her to the bedroom. Then they sat in the open living room, the glass wall 
before them showing a great view of New York's skyline. It was a 
breathtaking view and Nancy knew that she was not wise to fight him. It 
would all pay off well in the long run. 

In the first few weeks of her imprisonment, she flew coast to coast, 
legally, of course, always free to roam the shops and explore while her Jack 
held high-level, lengthy business conferences from which she was always 
excluded. Jack never talked to her about the work he was in and it was just 
as well, because her youthful mind, would not have been able to handle it. 
Nancy did not stop wondering, however, and kept her ears and eyes open for 
information possibly useful in the future. 

Nancy was happy. Not only had she flown to exciting places and begun 
collecting all kinds of expensive goodies, but she was left alone to have 
young friends and to play her rock music when in the penthouse. What could 
be better. 

The only thing that was missing was a boyfriend her own age, but she was 
sure that would come sooner or later and when it did, if it meant leaving 
this fairy tale life, she would. But that was a long way off. 

Several months after she began living with Jack, keeping him company during 
nights and making trips with him, he told her he had to leave her for a few 
days and that she would be alone in the apartment. Nancy had begun to like 
the old man, his strange sense of humor and his seemingly gently ways always 
providing her with fatherly friendship. When he was leaving the apartment, 
his briefcase in hand, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed the man's cheek, 
just as she used to do when her father left for work. 

"I'll miss you, sir. Have a good time." She was sincere in her message. He 
had made her a happy little girl. 

"I'll be back in four days. You be a good girl." 

He wrinkled his face into a wry expression and gave forth with a loud laugh. 
Then he swooped the girl into his arms and planted some hard full kisses on 
her surprised lips. He had never touched her before, but now his kiss seared 
her body, his tongue rapidly piercing her lips and driving hard into her 
mouth. 

Nancy stood, breathless and somewhat shaken by the brutal power she felt 
when in his arms. She straightened her hair and shook her head once, trying 
to erase the hot feeling that clung to her thighs. Jack smiled again and 
left, locking the door behind him. Nancy was alone, the housekeeper having 
been given a vacation while the boss was away. 

It was strange being alone in that large penthouse and Nancy wandered back 
and forth in the place, figuring what she should do first. The kiss Jack had 
planted on her still lingered, and she wiped her lips, trying to understand 
what it had meant. It certainly was different from the way he had ever 
treated her before. There had been nothing fatherly about that tongue, and 
it bothered her. 

She snooped around his bedroom, but the door was locked and after jiggling 
it a few times, she was content to leave it, afraid she might break the 
lock. Then she wandered back to her room and lounged on the bed, leafing 
through confession magazines. Nothing interested her and she got up again. 

Her image flashed back at her from the full length closet mirror. She stared 
at herself, pleased with the way she looked. Her black hair was long and 
straight, forming a halo around her head and her shoulders, stretching down 
her back almost to her waist. It was naturally wavy and she was proud of it. 
Still watching, she ran her slim fingers through the mane, fluffing it out, 
letting it fall back and caressing the silky strands. Her face was clear and 
inviting. 

Her nose and mouth formed a sweet set, the full lips pouting by themselves 
while her pert nose made her big eyes look even larger. She flicked her 
tongue over her lips, still feeling those brutal male lips that Jack had 
rammed against her. His taste was strong and wouldn't leave. He had been the 
first man to kiss her like that. Now she wished she were back in the car 
with a handsome boy, their bodies pressed tightly together as they petted 
the way teenagers will. 

She tried not to cry and resolved to wipe that sad memory from her mind. 
Nancy returned her attention to the mirror. As she moved closer to it, her 
eyes traveled down from her face, meeting her still growing breasts, jutting 
from her loose blouse. She breathed deeply, watching the sensual motions 
that her boobs made, letting her hands run up along her sides, pushing more 
sexual energy towards those large globes. 

She felt very grown-up and checked herself once more. Her smock was short 
and barely covered her crotch. That was the way Jack like her to dress and 
she was never one to hide her body. Ever since she had matured, at about 
twelve, she had exhibited her glowing figure, making sure every male within 
seeing distance was aware of her. 

Now she was aware of her own budding charms, and the thought of playing with 
herself in front of this large mirror. She hadn't done something like that 
since she was ten. Yes she hadn't masturbated in years, but even then had 
never done it in front of a full length mirror. Her sexual drive had been 
triggered by Jack's hard kiss and now she had to finish it off, to make 
herself happy with the self-manipulation that she had learned as a little 
girl from her friends. 

She wasted no time in stripping off her clothes and flinging them on the 
bed. Resting her body on the carpeted floor, she placed a pillow beneath her 
head, moving so she could see every part of her in the mirror. Then she 
opened her mouth, exhaled twice, starting her own temptation. Her breasts 
rose to meet her hands as they caressed the budding mounds. Her nipples 
straightened under the fondling, and Nancy spent some time rubbing the hard 
points, feeling the warm feeling move into her little crotch. 

She rubbed her thighs together all the while, letting her legs send wild 
sensations through her body, while her hands worked over her two tits. She 
pushed them together and drew them apart. Then she pushed one breast high, 
towards her mouth, straining with her tongue to reach the nipple. She had 
always fallen short, but she tried nevertheless. Frustrated, she resumed the 
massage, sending rippling signals of desire further along her spine. Her 
cunt filled with juice, but she ignored it, leaving the best for last. 

In the mirror, Nancy's body rose and fell like a machine. Her hands trailed 
to the soft undersides of her breasts, cupping them and pressing them 
against her rib cage. The slapping motion set up yet another series of 
erotic waves, and as she gazed at herself she became a beautiful mature 
woman who had power to build the sexual urge in Nancy at the same time she 
fingered herself. 

The fantasy built in her head, driving all reality from the scene. She 
wanted the mirror image to be down beside her and caress her skin and kiss 
her. She began constructing a complete personality for the mirror woman, 
giving her horny loving feelings for her real body, telling herself that the 
fantasy girl loved her, and would be sweet and loving to her. She told 
herself to get closer to the mirror, and to touch it with her flesh. 

She inched across the floor, keeping the pillow in position. Nancy lifted 
her legs high across the mirror, spreading them so she could still watch he 
reflection as she caressed her firm flesh. A smile passed her lips as her 
hands finally left her hard nipples and soft breasts. They slowly worked 
over her stomach, stopping a moment and then suddenly diving for that moist 
darkness that clung to her thighs. Her fingers played at the tip of the 
crack a second, running over the lips and then gingerly touching the 
clitoris that nestled beneath a flap of skin. 

She panted now, free of any ties to the real world, demanding and getting 
fulfillment from her imaginary lover. The flow increased and she yelled for 
more. 

"Oh, yess ... oh harder, faster ... shove those fingers innnnnn." 

With one final outburst of dirty words and come she fell back against the 
rug, her hands still kneading her flesh, three fingers lodged deep in the 
flooded slit, her face twisted in lust, her mind reeling with erotic images 
that spun like her fingers inside. 

After a series of small spasms that drained her dry, Nancy slumped on the 
floor, letting her legs slide down the mirror. She shuddered as her heels 
hit the floor and slowly removed her hand from the dripping hole. Her 
fingers were sticky with white cream and she wiped them on her tummy, 
feeling the smooth cream flow over the still heated flesh. 

When she had cleaned up all the leftover come, Nancy got up and filled the 
bathtub. She washed the sticky substance from herself and got dressed. The 
rest of the day she spent with her music and her fantasies. 

For the next few days she prowled around the house, always on the search for 
clues to her master's past. Still she was able to find no evidence, and 
resolved to ask him about it when he returned. Each day, too, she repeated 
her sexual barrage, making love to her own body with stroking fingers, 
always ending the fun by coming in giant spasms and rubbing the white liquid 
over herself. Then she would bathe and do it some more. 

On the expected day of Jack's return, Nancy prepared a special supper, with 
fried chicken, and home made french-fries. As her mother had taught her. The 
place was clean as a special welcome home treat, but he never showed in time 
for the meal and she ate alone. 

Later that evening, she went to her room to read one of his books. She 
lounged on the bed, her door wide open, listening for the tell-tale sounds 
of the elevator. Hours passed and there was still no sign of him. Nancy shut 
her door, turned out the light and slept. She cried during a dream. 

She was awakened by a wet kiss sliding down her neck. Nancy shuddered in her 
sleep and then turned over, opening her eyes wide in the darkness. She 
clutched her sheet around her, hid beneath the covers, frightened by the 
sudden assault. Then she sat up in the bed, squirming away from the hot 
lips. 

Jack sat on the bed, facing her. His hands were on his lap as he looked at 
her. 

"Nancy, I'm home! Sorry to scare you, but you looked so delectable." 

Nancy relaxed, her face regained some of its color. 

"You did scare me. I thought you would be home much earlier." 

"I think it's time you called me Daddy. Come join me in the living room for 
a few minutes." 

He rose and walked away, fully confident that she would follow. 

Nancy put on her robe, and went into the living room. Jack was sitting on 
the couch, a large drink in his hand. He rose as she entered the room, and 
treating her like a special lady, waited for her to sit down before 
returning to the couch. Nancy sat, her bathrobe opening over her legs. She 
crossed her legs, letting the bathrobe remain open, but didn't know why. 

Jack slapped a hand on her knee and Nancy jumped slightly. He had never 
before been this close to her, and in fact had led her to believe he wasn't 
interested in her body. She started at his face. Inside she shuddered at the 
thought of having sex with this older man. 

She was glad to be seen in public with him, even though she knew what 
everyone thought. Still, as long as she didn't sleep with him, she wasn't a 
weirdo. Was he going to make her do it? She shifted, hoping the hand would 
fall off, but Jack held his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Nancy 
seemed to sense the wav her body was reacting. She cursed it silently as a 
bolt of heat began circling between her thighs. 

"Did you miss me at all?" 

Jack smiled and sipped his drink. She was anxious to get back in her warm 
bed, safe behind her locked door. 

"Oh, yes, I even made a special supper for you tonight, but you never made 
it. It's in the refrigerator." 

Maybe a boring subject would keep his mind off her. No such luck. 

Now Jack sipped again and as he did his hand crawled higher onto Nancy's 
thigh. A shiver passed over her spine and she looked at the man, her eyes 
pleading to be left alone. He ignored her and simply kept his fingers deeply 
creeping towards the hidden pussy. 

Now Nancy was more than shivering. Her whole body felt the conflict within 
her. She hated the thought of having to perform sexually for this old guy, 
even though he had been nice to her; and then again her young ripeness could 
use some manly caresses. She knew that even though her afternoon hand-jobs 
were useful for her needs, they could never compare to the attentions of a 
real man. 

Maybe Jack would be even better than her young boyfriend had been. But she 
didn't love him. Her body heat rose, as her mind shifted gears, trying to 
sort out the varied feelings that pressed in upon it. Jack placed his glass 
on the floor and leaned closer to Nancy. 

"Listen carefully now. So far you have been left strictly alone except to 
accompany me to various public places. You have performed everything I have 
asked you, and I have no complaints. Now it is time for me to relax. I want 
you to help. To refuse would be a mistake. Do not make that mistake." 

His eyes turned hard and cold. Nancy sensed that he wasn't joking. 

Although she didn't know what he meant, she got the idea when his hand 
squeezed tightly on her leg, sending a sharp pain through her muscle. She 
jerked in agony, but it was impossible to move from his iron grip. He smiled 
again, this time showing a dangerous leer she had never seen before. Nancy 
cringed before him. She was in for it, and knew it. 

Jack relaxed his hold then and sat back, leaving Nancy's body free. She 
rubbed her leg, working the circulation back into it, trying to rub out the 
white circles his strong fingers had made. Tears welled up in her eyes, on 
the verge of dropping and she turned to him, a hurt look on her pale face. 

"You are here now because I had to get rid of a girl," Jack said. "She 
refused me something. As I said before, do not make that mistake. You will 
enjoy whatever I do. I will see to that." 

His well-muscled body towered over her. He grasped her tiny hand and it was 
lost in his palm. Pulling her behind him, they walked into his bedroom. He 
unlocked the door, and entered, Nancy close behind. She had never been in 
this room before. There, covering half the space was an enormous water bed. 
He closed the door behind him, locking it and pocketing the key. Nancy 
trembled again, feeling completely trapped. She was terrified. 

With each passing moment she became more convinced that she shouldn't be 
there, that she was about to became involved in something awful, something 
sick, something she wanted no part of. 

Jack crossed to his bed and began undressing. He did it matter-of-factly, 
nonchalantly. The clothing fell at his feet. Nancy had never seen such an 
old body and the whole of it made her pass out. Jack continued undressing 
until everything was gone except his shorts. Nancy's mouth hung open as her 
gaze hopped to that spot. " 

Beneath the white shorts she sensed a terrible weapon, one she knew would 
soon be turned on her. Almost as if he read her mind, Jack stepped from the 
shorts, bringing his hair covered crotch to her inspection. He moved 
forward, and Nancy hesitated. Then she knew what to do. There was only one 
way to please the man without getting herself hurt in the process. She 
unwrapped her robe. Jack paused and checked her out, his breath catching 
momentarily and then escaping. 

"Smart girl. You and I will get along just fine." 

Jack moved in. Nancy stepped around him, trying to delay the inevitable and 
climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs, feeling her cunt fill immediately 
with a lubrication that she hoped would be adequate for his cock. Jack went 
after her, the water shaking as he dove onto the mattress. Jack slid over to 
her, placing his large hands on her little breasts and squeezing. He panted 
now, losing no time in his urgent desires. 

His hand slipped from her tit and headed for the space between her thighs. 
Nancy opened wide and shut her eyes. She tried to imagine it was someone 
else digging into that spot, but no matter how hard she tried, his physical 
presence brought her back to the reality of the scene. 

Stabbing into her wet hole, Jack thrust three fingers in there, happy that 
they went in so well. Nancy rocked back, her legs pushing further apart to 
allow the fingers a deep entrance. 

Jack's cock started to expand and as it did, he snuggled up closer, letting 
his thighs rub her side. Nancy felt the rod grow next to her and quickly 
turned a hand onto it, wanting to hurry the whole thing, wanting to retreat 
from this animal as quickly as she could. 

Jack moaned once as his cock was handled. It grew by leaps and bounds until 
it was full and round, the head a darkly swollen mass of flesh, waiting for 
more attention. Nancy gave him what he wanted, hoping to bring him to a 
manual orgasm, but Jack wouldn't allow that. As she stroked, him, her own 
cunt became increasingly heated by his flying fingers. 

Try as she might, she couldn't force her body to react without feeling. 
Every stroke inside her made her twat jump in pleasure. As much as she hated 
to admit it, the old man was making her feel good. He was keeping his word. 
She moved her hips in response, feeling her motion slide against his cock as 
well as over his fingers. 

Jack pulled the sticky hand out and shifted his body. Then he hoisted 
himself until his prick was rubbing just outside that steaming pussy. 

Nancy watched, her heart in her mouth. He teased her knowingly, rubbing the 
long wide tool over her pussy lips and clit, never sticking it more than 
just close to her pulsing hole. 

Nancy was going crazy. Her body shot back and forth under him, her tits 
flopping wildly as she called to him, begging him to shove it in. 

"Fuck me,. .Jack ... please do it ... I need your cock ... Now!" 

She slung her legs up over his hot body and reached for his cock with her 
cunt. 

A moan escaped from both of them, telling each other that the time was ripe. 
He shoved it ever so deep, hitting against the back wall, really grinding 
the tool into her. Nancy turned under him, feeling the hardness throb 
inside. Her cunt was on fire; her whole body was being broken up by the 
enormous goodness of this masterpiece. 

Gently at first, and then with working pressure, he jammed into her, 
carefully as his cock slipped back and forth in her tight hole. His hands 
supported his weight just above her, letting only a part of the bulk hit her 
at any one time, as she looked so fragile. 

Nancy was contracting, and her pussy muscles yanked on the pole, clutching 
it inside and hanging on. Every stroke brought her closer to a frantic 
orgasm and she grabbed at his balls now, squeezing them as she felt his 
stiff joint rock again in the slippery track. Her fears were gone as he was 
fucking her into womanhood. 

She could feel him swelling even more inside her and she pushed back at his 
groin. She felt her own thrill building up inside her, like an angry storm. 
Then his swollen prick stabbed faster and smoother, driving the head against 
her clit on the way in. His hands caressed her clit and roughly worked over 
her outer vaginal lips. 

With one last slam, he exploded, sending shot after steaming shot into her 
slimy pussy. She rocked under the trembling body and answered his cream with 
her own, mixing the two streams into a mighty river, carrying them both 
through the sea of passion until they washed up on shore, exhausted but 
content. 

Now, years later, Nancy was face to face with that hard meat again. After 
that first encounter, when he was home, it had been her job to finish off 
his bath with some sexual entertainment. 

Today she carried peppermint with her and when Jack pulled his body to the 
top of the water, she swirled the mints in her mouth, getting her gums and 
mouth all tingly. Then she handled his pole and drove it into an excited 
state with her fingers. She stroked over the entire length as Jack smiled up 
at her, happy as a clam. 

The peppermint worked like an electric shock, making Jack's cock stand like 
a tent pole. Nancy smiled as she saw his face wrinkle like a child's and his 
cheeks get red. She stopped a second and his face looked pained, almost as 
if he was on the verge of collapse. Nancy scooped the last of the mint into 
her lips and holding it here, proceeded to rub the tingling stuff over the 
hard meat. Jack shoved his body higher, and the motion knocked the candy 
from Nancy's mouth and replaced it with the hard cock. She accepted it and 
stroked fast with her head now, her tits flopping against the side of the 
tub as her own body responded to the sexual play. 

He pumped into her, shooting his pent up steam into her gaping jaws. Nancy 
swallowed and sucked. She took every bit that he had to offer always looking 
for more. Below the tub her hand was furiously driving into her pussy, 
bringing her own orgasm in time to match his. 

When both had shot their hot juices, they fell back. Small curls of come 
drifted up through the water to float on top, as Jack dribbled his last. 
Nancy's drooling cunt spilled its last onto the floor. 

Then Jack stood up, stepped from the tub, and pulled Nancy to him. 

"That was good, Nancy," he said, his voice soft and distant. There was a 
look of contentment on his face. "You've been making me happy for quite a 
while now, and I hope that continues." 

He paused. Thought for a second. 

"I hope so, Nancy. For both of our sakes." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jack helped Nancy from the car. He supported her elbow like the gentlemen of 
old. The drive had been long and tiring, and the last hour had been full of 
bumpy roads, making her stomach rock with sickness. 

The sky was dark with threatening clouds, and Nancy guessed that the 
gathering rain storm was making her depressed. All this travel had never 
appealed much to her, and she was determined to avoid future trips. She 
would gladly spend the extra time alone, just so she could avoid the 
terrifying feeling of not knowing where she would wake up. 

"Feeling better now?" Jack smiled at Nancy and steered her into the street. 

"A little." 

She smoothed her long hair back and caught her pale reflection in a large 
glass door. She looked like shit. 

He steadied Nancy again, as her knees almost gave way and they headed to the 
coffee shop for a restful ice cream soda. 

Inside the cool confines of the coffee shop, the talk was subdued. Most of 
the customers were persons waiting for their rooms to be ready, and they 
were fresh and eager to get going, in marked contrast to Nancy, who felt 
completely washed out and ready for the sack. But even though she felt sick, 
and looked paler than usual, her youthful beauty made itself known. 

A few men turned to watch her wiggle into her seat and cast lusty glances 
her way. He ignored them, too tired to even bother with the little games she 
generally played with other men. 

Jack was very aware of the goings on. As always, he knew everything that 
went on around him. There was nothing that escaped him. Especially when it 
had to do with protecting his property. 

They ordered and waited silently while the waiter made their sodas. That 
just ended tip had been long and successful. It seemed that Jack was never 
unsuccessful in his ventures, and although Nancy still had little idea of 
how his business worked, she knew that he kept company with some pretty 
important people. 

This trip had taken them to Washington, D.C. where they had stayed in a 
large plush hotel. Jack was busy in meetings most of the days, and Nancy had 
been left with a young boy, hired expressly to show her around. Nancy 
followed his tour, watching the crowded streets and bustling shops. Somehow 
everything seemed very unreal. She wished she had the nerve to ask for a 
fuck. It was as if she were in a dream, and she would only wake up when she 
returned to the penthouse. Being with the boy reminded her too much of her 
own youth. 

Nights, when Jack came back to the hotel, Nancy greeted him ecstatically, 
pressing him for information about when they could return to New York. He 
never answered. 

The last night, after Jack announced that they would be leaving the next 
day, there was a big party across town to celebrate the closing of a major 
deal. When Nancy asked if she could go, she was told she could if she 
dressed up in a way to pass for at least eighteen. 

The party had been loud and flashy. When Nancy arrived, dressed in a 
clinging, low cut long sweater, her neck covered in gold charms, a hush fell 
over the guests. Jack smiled proudly and everyone relaxed and joked. The 
volume of noise picked up again. He held her hand tightly in his fist, as if 
she might be taken. 

Nancy wished she hadn't come. The party was really loud and with groups of 
middle aged men and slim older women dancing and drinking. She looked around 
and knew she didn't belong there. Everyone seemed bent on making everyone 
else, as they downed drink after drink. 

Drinks were pressed into their hands, and Jack proposed a toast to Nancy. 
She accepted and tipped her glass, feeling the strong liquid scorch her 
throat. She hated booze, but had to act grown-up. All around them, the corwd 
seemed to be closing in, with men yelling and passing appreciative glances 
at Nancy. She felt their eyes taking off her dress and wanted to run before 
she died of shame. If left to her own devices, she might just scream at them 
all to come on and fuck her. But Jack wouldn't like that. He wouldn't like 
that at all. 

Nancy was introduced to the men as they came up to say hello. She nodded 
politely, keeping her mouth shut and her eyes lowered. 

There was something gruesome about the gathering that she couldn't quite 
understand, and she cocked an ear, hoping that the tone of the conversation 
would give her a clue. 

Men spoke in hushed voices, draping their arms around their friends, like 
they were passing state secrets. Nancy was unable to make out anything, and 
only caught snatches of sentences in passing. She began wandering around, 
following Jack as he drifted. 

The men seemed to never talk directly to the women, just to smile and pass 
their guarded information on to other men. All the women in the room seemed 
to have the same status as Nancy, pretty and nothing more. That realization 
made Nancy all the more anxious to get the hell out of there. 

Nancy excused herself from Jack and walked up to the bar. She had spotted a 
pair of important-looking men, engrossed in conversation and wanted badly to 
overhear it and show she could have something worthwhile to say. The men 
seemed ignorant of her presence and continued to talk, deeply and quietly. 

The men chuckled over the talk and walked off, still engaged in it. Nancy 
had managed to at least confirm her suspicions that Jack was somehow tied up 
with the government. The exact nature of his dealings still escaped her, but 
she was sure that they were pretty big. 

Later, as the party was breaking up, Jack and Nancy wandered outside the 
house, into the expensive rose garden. A few couples were wandering through 
as well, and Jack steered Nancy away from the other people. Down a long 
winding path, they came across a well shrubbed clearing. High above them, 
the moon and stars cast a strong light, illuminating their figures and 
making the shadows ghostly in the night. 

Jack had his arm around Nancy's waist and was steering her gently. She had 
long since become used to his touch. Ever since the first session of 
lovemaking, she had come to expect his body to cover hers whenever the mood 
struck him. Which was often. 

She always came across, realizing that as he had said, to refuse would be a 
mistake. And she was always glad that she did. At least, so far, because it 
had been fun. 

They walked a bit further, coming to a place where the lawn ended and a long 
line of tall trees waved in the cool night air. The moon made the scene 
appear fairy-like and Jack and Nancy stepped into another world. Their trail 
was soon swallowed up behind them as they progressed to the center of the 
clearing. 

Then Jack ordered Nancy to lie down, and she did as she was told. Jack was 
standing above her too, his body stretching and flexing as he started to 
undress. Nancy watched him, her eyes growing large with passion. She was 
used to seeing his body come down over her, demanding sexual gratification. 

In a flash he was naked, his skin shining in the moonlight, and he knelt 
next to her. 

"Now you get undressed, my child. Then we'll make love in the moonlight. 
It's terrific." 

Nancy obeyed again and began to strip. Her hands went to the zipper along 
the back of her long dress. She slipped it down, and the dress parted, 
revealing a wonderful expanse of skin. Her breasts were covered by a push-up 
bra, tilting them up and outward. 

They pointed sky-high above her body as she pulled them from her dress. Then 
she was naked except for her bra and panties. 

Jack fell on her, reaching for her bra straps. He forced them down over her 
shoulders and licked the marks that they had left. Nancy closed her eyes and 
feeling his tongue begin to draw small circles of heat on her tender flesh, 
she sighed. 

She had learned to love the feel of his harsh mouth as it made her skin come 
alive. Soon it was tingling all over and red marks were left from his mouth 
as it trailed down her arms. Nancy's bra was still hooked up, and she 
reached behind her back to undo the clasp. 

Her tits fell free. The rosy tipped mounds slumped against her chest as she 
once again lay back, waiting for her master's hands. 

Jack was still on his knees, watching her hot body in the clear moonlight, 
letting the sight of her fill him with a growing passion, and waiting until 
his prick reacted hotly to the sight. 

He didn't have to wait long. Soon there was a tugging at his groin, and his 
cock was filling with heated blood, making it swell and expand, to full 
fighting power. In a moment it was hard and rigid towering out from his 
crotch like a steel pole, quivering in the night breeze. 

Nancy threw him a kiss and beckoned to him. Her own body was beginning to 
feel a surge of excitement that she couldn't deny. Even though Jack's age 
might have been repulsive to some girls, Nancy had always been fairly 
treated by the old guy, and she knew that this night, would be no different. 

The moonlight had turned everything into a wet dream. All around them, the 
leaves waved in the breeze and ghostly shadows followed their every 
movement. The couple lay quietly, almost enchanted by the magic quality of 
the night. 

It seemed to draw them into a strange new fantasy where they would be free 
to express their perverse desires without shame, free to fulfill their 
strangest sexual fantasies right out in the open. 

Jack worked his hands down his body and let them find his hard tool. He 
pumped it and then laughed. 

"I won't waste it on jerking off darling. Don't worry. I'll give it all to 
you." 

Then he was on top of her, his hands pulling away her panties, tossing them 
away into the grass. Nancy was naked and shivered slightly as a soft wind 
rippled over her nakedness. He pussy hairs fluttered as the breeze carried 
through them. 

Her arms surrounded Jack's back as he crawled onto her body. Carefully, he 
put his knees in the cool earth, on either side of her body. Then he lowered 
his body until the madness of his dick shook just over her tight stomach. 

Nancy pulled down slightly, wanting his cock to slam into her hole and begin 
the glorious fuck. But Jack held back, still shaking above her, a sly smile 
working on his lips. Then he returned to his kneeling stance. 

"Don't you want to fuck me?" 

Nancy asked like the little girl she was, knowing that her sweet voice would 
gather a response. 

"Oh, I will, I will. Turn over." 

His voice was sharp. Lust seemed to drip from his cock as he watched sexy 
Nancy turn around. 

Her ass was waving high in the air and she had a hunch about what was 
coming. In another moment she could feel his big cock slamming against her 
rear end, screwing viciously into her rectal canal. Nancy thought back to 
the first fuck, and the memory of the sharp pain that filled her as Jack's 
hard pole was stuck into her tight anal opening, made her shake with fear. 
She had never heard of it before he did it to her. 

Jack moved forward, digging his hands along her hips. His cock swung 
dangerously from his groin, threatening to lunge deep in her ass before she 
was ready. Nancy tensed and then relaxed as she remembered that she could 
only cope with the cock in a relaxed condition. 

Jack worked his way right up behind her, his hard cock nestling into the 
outer rim of her crack. Then he dug a finger down beneath her round cheeks 
and lodged it in her cunt. Now he scooped out some of her slippery cream and 
spread it on his hard prick. He cleaned out still more juice from her 
frontal opening and slapped it into her ass-hole. Nancy was relieved to feel 
the slimy fluid coat hear anal cavity. Without it, she knew the penetration 
of his ramrod would no doubt kill her. 

Once the stuff had seeped down into her interior, she felt Jack shifting his 
position slightly. His hands rested on the small of her back and his cock 
began nudging the inner ring of flesh that marked the true entrance to her 
rectum. 

Her tits hung low against the grass that her body had mashed down. The 
sensation was unlike any she had ever felt before. Her nipples grew stiff 
and fat and the grass tickled along her flesh as if to scratch her into an 
orgasm. 

Behind her she felt the man sliding the head of his huge rammer about 
between the spread cheeks. She wanted to clamp her ass cheeks tightly around 
the pole, to trap it in her hole and jerk along the length until she came a 
gusher. 

At the same time she needed to feel the fullness of a hard cock deep inside 
her cunt. The two entrances both deserved attention, and Nancy couldn't 
possibly decide between them. But Jack was interested in screwing only her 
rear, so Nancy was left to her own means as far as her cunt was concerned. 
As soon as she felt the pressure grow in her tight anal channel she lifted a 
hand and aimed it at her own vibrating pussy. One finger slipped into her 
hole and twisted around sliding in the increasingly heavy lubrication. 

The hot juices coated her finger and she added another finger to the hole. 
Then at her ass she felt like she was going to be torn to pieces. Jack was 
pile-driving into her without mercy. He jammed at her ass, shoving the full 
width of his cock far into her tiniest hole. Nancy couldn't help but arch 
her back and try desperately to avoid the building pressure by getting away 
from it. 

But Jack grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. He wasn't going 
to let her escape now, not when she was opening up and allowing him some 
freedom. His cock seemed bigger than ever, and she was convinced that Jack's 
pole would split her open. But she was wrong. Jack still had some to go, and 
he shoved again. Another few inches worked into her opening, and Nancy 
grunted under the pain. But she survived. 

Nancy didn't understand why this ass fuck was so intense. Maybe it was the 
combination of her fingers and the male cock. Or maybe it was the party 
going on nearby. Even the crisp night air might have something to do with 
it. It was so much nicer than fucking in a bed. 

Jack fucked her hard, sending his shaft deeply into her rectum. His cock 
stuffed her full and Nancy thought for a second that the fat end would pop 
out of her mouth. 

Her body was in a white hot rage-and getting hotter-as she toyed with her 
cunt. A long moan escaped her throat. 

After a moment, Nancy surrendered herself totally to the freaky scene, here 
she was, in a garden in the capital getting ass fucked. There was no need to 
be cool or particularly dainty. All that was called for was lust; and she 
had plenty of it. 

Nancy bellowed and screamed. Her ass rose and fell with every motion that 
rocked it. Her tits flopped wildly as she screwed from side to side. Her 
head nearly touched the ground as her hair covered her eyes. 

She was caught in the raging fury that her own body suffered and Jack 
compounded the sexual frenzy by slapping his hands along her back and 
shoulders. His hands seemed to tear at her body, but Nancy ignored the 
little twinges of pain that followed his strokes. All she cared about were 
the wild vibrations in her cunt. Back and forth she twisted, trying to avoid 
the hands that beat her now, and yet at the same time wanting to feel more 
of the cock that pounded at ther, backside. 

Nancy was nearly delirious with the pleasurable agony. Her finger gyrated 
inside her twat and called on a new stream of juice. This time it wasn't 
mere lubrication, but the beginning of a raging orgasm that caused Jack to 
increase his motion behind her. Nancy rocked on her hands and knees, while 
her ass was tunneled through by the huge male engine. 

Jack felt his cock coming closer and closer to an eruption and he slowed 
down for a moment, trying to catch his breath. His body shook as his muscles 
contracted and released in turn. Then he gasped for breath, his face turning 
bright red as he rested. 

His cock was still lodged fully inside Nancy's ass, but his body was 
motionless, letting the girl do all the work. And Nancy couldn't stop now, 
Her body was shaking with a giant orgasm, sending waves of passion through 
her entire, frame. 

Her nipples felt fat and full. She dropped closer to the ground and let her 
breasts dig into the soft cool ground. The feeling of coolness that sprang 
from there, sent another shudder of lust through her and she jerked around 
fighting to shoot every last bit of cream she had. 

Jack remained still behind her. Then slowly he began to fuck again. His 
hands went under her ass and around her thighs, squeezing and pinching all 
the same. Nancy was almost exhausted. 

Jack knew just how to revive her. 

Her fingers crept towards her cunt, and Nancy let her own hand drop away. 
Then two of his fingers plunged deep in to that slippery hole and worked 
hard against her stiff clit. 

Nancy screamed in raging lust. 

Her ass was shaking now and Jack jerked harder and faster with each thrust. 
His cock was buried up to the hilt and his balls bounced against her ass 
cheeks. Every motion now carried him closer to his final thrust. His cock 
was even fatter than before and Nancy was sure it was nearly ready to shoot. 

She was right. With a feverish motion, Jack fucked in one last time. The his 
cock sputtered and began shooting long drawn out grasps of come that went 
far into Nancy's hole. Her ass was quickly lubricated by the male explosion 
and she felt the cock slipping back and forth in its own grease. Nancy 
roared to yet another climax as the man's fingers and his prick together 
brought her off. 

The combination of forces at work on her sensitive places made Nancy jump 
with the jerking cream that spilled into her ass-hole. Every splash of cream 
seemed to make her body shake all the more as she gritted her teeth and 
surrendering to it. 

Jack's breath came in short gasps as every ounce of energy ran through his 
cock straight into the tight hole. The couple moved forward in the damp 
earth, boring a path deeper into the grass as the continued to fuck on the 
move. 

Finally the mutual orgasm ended and they stopped dead. Nancy gave out one 
last whimper and slumped to the ground, glad that her body had once more 
responded to the man's sexual demands. 

Jack pulled back and freed his dripping tool. He shook a few drops onto the 
tired girl and lay down next to her. Then he slipped an arm over her slim 
figure. He was being gentle with her now relaxing the way true lovers do in 
the afterglow of sex. 

Nancy sensed his mood as one of calm and quiet. She barely moved as his 
hands climbed over her waist and up to cup her nipples and press into her 
tits. Nancy felt the tips against the palms of his hands and let her weighty 
globes sink into them. 

As they lay close together, snuggling tightly, Nancy thought about the party 
and what she had been able to gather about Jack's line of business. Although 
she still had nothing definite to go on, she was more than ever convinced 
that he had something to do with the government. Perhaps now, when they had 
seemed to be so close in spirit as well as body, would be a good time for 
her to ask again. 

She rolled over in his arms and faced him. Her face was bright and striking 
from their recent exertion. 

"Jack ... I ... oh well ... never mind." 

She stopped short, unsure as to whether she should continue. She'd been 
warned to stay away from the subject. "What is it?" 

Jack stroked his hands over her head, fingering the long hair that hung down 
onto her bare shoulders and arms. 

"Well ... I know you told me not to ask about your business ... but tonight 
I overheard some men talking and ... oh I guess it's really nothing ... " 

She tapered off once more. 

"Well ... go on. If I can answer your questions, I'll be glad to. Go on." 

He smiled at her, promising with his eyes to deliver the important words. 

But Nancy didn't trust those eyes. Too often before he had told her 
specifically about not trying to understand his business dealings. Too often 
he had told her that it was simply none of her business and that she would 
be much better off not knowing anything. That way she couldn't tell anyone 
what was going on. 

But now she had to say something, so it might as well be the truth. 

"It's just that I heard these men talking about how they pass on information 
and stuff like that. And it all sounds just like what the spy is supposed to 
do." 

She stopped, watching carefully for a reaction. 

Jack stared hard at her. She had hit the nail on the head and he thought 
fast, trying to figure the best way to cover his tracks. 

"Well, dear. You shouldn't believe everything you hear. Chances are that 
those men were high, like most of the people back there. And they were 
probably exaggerating a bit to impress you.'" 

Jack paused, glad that he had not admitted anything yet. 

"I don't know. It's just that you're always so quiet about what you do ... 
never telling me anything, and telling me to keep my nose out of it. Oh, I 
guess it isn't my business, but after all I am living with you, and sleeping 
with you. It seems like we only fuck, and I never get to talk about anything 
that worries you, or makes you happy. That way, you still treat me like a 
child." 

She had talked much more than she had dared to. Now she had made her play, 
trying to find a way to become more a part of his life. It had been so hard 
just being a small part of the whole secret world, an accessory that was 
called on to act only when everything else was finished.' 

Jack was quiet, just staring into Nancy's face. She tried to read the 
emotions there, a little afraid that they would spell trouble for her, but 
he was careful not to show any. 

Jack, for his part understood what the girl was saying. Yet he knew that he 
could never reveal his entire past and present mode of living to her. He had 
been sworn to secrecy and was pledged to abide by that oath. To break it 
could bring his own death. That was something he had managed to avoid all 
these years and he was not about to begin the downhill slump just because a 
girl had some wacky ideas about getting to know his every mood. 

"Look, Nancy. I see how you care about me. I thank you for your concern. I 
also see how worried you might be. On that count please have no fear. I am 
well protected." 

"But I'm scared." 

"There are things that I simply cannot tell you. I repeat ... cannot. Even 
if I wanted to. It isn't that what I'm doing is so bad ... it isn't. Many of 
the people at that party back there do what I do. Yet they are sworn to 
secrecy just as I am. For any of us to tell our business, even what may 
appear to be insignificant, would mean our end." 

"So you'll have to take me on faith. That's all I can hold out to you. 
You'll have to take the moods that come your way and deal with them, without 
knowing the reasons behind them. That's all I can say. That will end this 
discussion. 

"Let's go back to the hotel. Tomorrow we go home, and there we'll relax a 
bit. Maybe a special treat for you." 

They picked themselves up just as the moonlight again filtered down through 
the night sky, lighting a pathway back towards the distant house. Nancy 
asked no more. 

She was silent on the way back, knowing that she had tried and that Jack 
alid said all he was going to say. She was stymied and had to accept it at 
that. If Jack said it would mean trouble for him to talk about his business, 
then she would believe him. Yet at the same time, his words had convinced 
her all the more that he might be in the spy business. Nancy wasn't sure she 
liked that. It would require more thought on her part at a later time. Right 
now she was tired and just wanted to sleep. 

Back in New York, after the sodas, Jack and Nancy returned to the plush 
apartment. Although it was still daylight, Nancy immediately went to bed and 
slept soundly, making up all the energy she felt she had expended getting 
sick. 

Jack found himself unable to sleep, and paced the floor for about two hours. 
Then he decided to check on things to see how business was doing. He slipped 
out of the apartment, telling his housekeeper that he would return in a few 
hours. 

Jack was too careful to check in with his agents from his home phone. He 
always used pay phones and a different one every time. This was accepted 
procedure, and he felt completely at ease when he began dialing his 
contacts, inquiring about their various activities. 

Lately, he had been trying to break up a drug ring. Jack cared about the 
horrible stories attributed to drugs. Lately things had been looking better 
than ever. They were getting the inside line. 

He checked with his men and they all reported an upswing in information. The 
only disturbing thing that they had to say concerned with continuing growth 
of the number of pushers. 

Having checked with all his important people, Jack hung up the phone and 
walked through the city streets. Maybe he really had to bring back a touch 
of the good old days to show who the law was. Maybe some old-style 
strong-arm tactics would stop what threatened to get out of control. He 
scratched his chin and as he shuffled along the sidewalk, he paused now and 
then to check out the fashionable windows. 

It seemed like a good idea. Maybe he would set up a few people for 
convictions and get things back in order. The word was sure to pass quickly 
through the amateur circles. Jack decided that it was the only way to begin 
to handle the problem. 

He strolled casually back to the apartment and rode the elevator up to his 
suite. Once inside he checked his sleeping girl and then retired to his own 
room, glad he had made a decision to act. For too long he had been worried 
about the small time operators. They were even beginning to wholesale and 
set up entire smuggling operations that worked as smoothly as did the big 
ones. It was time to end all that. 

He dozed, thinking about how relaxed he was now that he had decided to act. 
He always felt good when he had made a similar decision. No matter what the 
consequences, it was better to act than simply sit back and watch. 

That would be best, and he knew that if business went down, he would be 
picked up by some other government agency. That was good because he wasn't 
yet ready to retire, and was determined to stamp out as many problems as he 
could. 

The morning meeting would also give him a good chance to estimate the level 
of work in his own ranks. 

It had been some months since all the important agents were gathered 
together, and he would watch carefully to see the progress. It would be an 
interesting show. 

He fell off to sleep, and began to snore heavily, his mouth hanging open and 
his breath escaping in big noises. 

In his dreams, Jack saw himself facing down an enemy agent, and he showed 
his tough side by disarming his antagonist with his bare fists and then 
killing him. 

Blood poured out and reddened his dream. The color was vivid, and dark in 
its vibrant tone. It was a dream that Jack had often had. As always the 
rival was faceless-just someone he had to be rid of for his government's 
security. And as always, as soon as some man was done in another seemed to 
slink out of the shadows to take his place. 

The rest of the night he slept comfortably, resting for the meeting when he 
would need all his energies and awareness to Search for the possible 
shortcomings of his little group. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Tod received a call from his dealer later, telling him that a meeting had 
been arranged with some people to discuss the possibilities of his supplying 
some drugs. He explained carefully that all he was interested in was hash 
and marijuana, not big business and certainly not with the establishment. 

His contact told him to take it up at the meeting, but at the same time not 
to expect any special favors. He didn't. 

He told Mary about the arrangements and she expressed some worries. What if 
he was getting involved with the wrong kinds of people? It was one thing to 
deal on the street, and get supplies from friends, but when he became 
involved with a whole set-up, wouldn't that mean trouble? 

He really didn't know exactly what he was getting into, but he promised to 
keep his eyes open and his mouth shut until he was sure it was the right 
thing to do. He sure didn't ever want to become part of the underground. All 
he wanted was to increase the volume of business that he handled. What was 
so difficult about that? 

The night before the meeting, he had a small party at Mary's place. By the 
time everyone was there, the place was packed. There must have been at least 
fifteen couples, sprawled in various places, listening to music or dancing 
tightly on the floor. Others simply spread themselves over whatever 
furniture was available and began to screw. 

Tod glanced around and caught a couple slipping into the back room, dropping 
their clothes behind them as they went. By the time they were almost out of 
sight, two bare asses shone in the shadows. 

It was a glorious party, and Mary acted like the perfect hostess. Her bare 
pants outfit was the hit of the evening, and she waltzed about making sure 
that everyone was happy. The hash pipe was constantly filled and the entire 
place was filled with a mixture of heavy pot smoke and the lighter tobacco 
smells that wafted up from cigarettes. He had to cough away the thick smoke 
and worked his way to the back room, wanting to open a window and clear the 
air. 

As Tod entered the room, he stumbled over the naked couple he had seen 
previously. There they were, occupying the bed, their arms and legs entwined 
in a classic lovers' pose. Tod paused above them, watching the thrusting 
grunting motions they made, and then he opened the window, letting a cold 
breeze in. 

"Hey, that's cold." 

It was the girl, a young pretty thing, who wiped away a wisp of blonde hair 
from her face and squinted at him in the dim light. 

"Sorry, but the smoke's killing us in there. I'll close it again in a minute 
or so. Don't let me bother you." 

He leered down at her tiny tits, watching them strike erect positions on her 
thin chest. She was small and delicately built. Her face was angular, like 
one of the worn out model types that graced so many magazines and TV 
screens. 

"Say, Tod, come on in, the action's great." 

This time it was the man, and the invitation sounded too good to be true. 

Tod glanced down again, trying to figure out just who it was that would 
invite him to share his lay. Mark Ryan sat up, his enormous frame making 
itself obvious on the bed. 

"Sure. Why not." 

Tod was never one to turn down a good thing, especially when the price was 
right. He stood straight and tall, trying to get his size near that of Mark, 
but it was impossible. The combination of the giant male and the tiny female 
made Tod almost laugh, as he came closer to the bed. They moved apart and he 
shifted into place, his bare skin touching human flesh both front and back. 

They were all snuggling under the open window, the breeze raising goose 
bumps along their backs, and he knew what the chick had meant when she said 
it was chilly. Tod reach up and slammed the window shut. 

"Fuck the smoke ... it's freezing." 

The girl moved up next to Tod and from behind his pot-clouded mind, he knew 
he had made a fortunate move in coming into the room. Tod didn't even care 
if Mary spotted him. He had never made any claims on her, and all the time 
they had lived together, neither of them had ever assumed that they were 
anything other than physical lovers. He held no ties to her, and expected 
the same treatment. 

Mark exploded unexpectedly with laughter. His cackling motions shook them 
all, and Tod paused just on the verge of kissing the pretty blonde. 

"Say man, let's figure out an interesting combination. OK with you love?" 

He motioned towards the girl and she nodded her head in agreement. She was 
as stoned as the rest of them, and he saw her dilated pupils seemingly 
expand even more as Mark knelt about them, his bear-like figure almost 
taking up the entire bed. 

He leaned over Tod, his strong arms grazing his chest, as he lifted the slim 
figure. Then she was between them, and Tod had to turn to get close again. 
His cock was growing by leaps and bounds and he felt it stiffen as he lodged 
it tight against her ass cheeks. 

She was almost all skin and bones, unlike most chicks that Tod had fucked. 
Her skinny figure was all angles and sharpness. He tried to get comfortable 
behind her, but all there was of her got in his way. 

"Hold on Mark. I'm very uncomfortable. This won't work." 

Tod's doped mind spun for an answer to the sexual dilemma. He had to please 
everybody without creating a jealousy that could blow the whole deal. 

Tod had never before tried a multiple fuck, and even though he might have 
preferred to have two women involved instead of two men, he was happy for 
the chance to explore this new erotic stuff. He was sure it would be 
exhilarating. 

"Listen, honey. Can you take us both at once? I mean, we don't want to hurt 
you, do we Mark? You are quite small. So here's my idea. 

"Lay back and you can use that pretty mouth on me. Then Mark can do a job 
from behind and everyone will get their fill." 

He chuckled at his own obscure joke and lay flat on his back, letting his 
proud tool wave in the air. 

The girl didn't say a word, but everything he had to know showed clearly in 
her eyes. In a flash she was on him, her mouth sucking at his joint, her 
hand cupping his balls, massing them and trying to stuff them into her 
mouth. 

She stuck her skinny ass into the air as she jerked over his joint. Tod felt 
her slowly revolving around his cock, while her ass jiggled invitingly in 
front of Mark. The bed shook as the big man climbed to his hands and knees. 
His cock was enormous. Tod watched him from the corner of his eye, amazed at 
the prodigious length and width of the tool. 

He snuggled up close to the sucking female and tickled her back and ass with 
his protruding tongue. Tod thought he was going to slit her ass apart and 
mangle her insides with that long hose. Instead, he reached under her spread 
legs and worked his fingers in her blonde cunt hairs. Then he slipped a 
working finger into her pussy and twirled it about like a drill. 

The girl moaned from the full mouth and Tod thought for a moment that she 
was going to be forced to spit out his prick. But she held on and continued 
sucking on it while Mark warmed her cunt. 

Tod felt the delicate fingers climbing back and forth on his cock and he 
closed his eyes, letting the drug and the sex work together. They produced 
an incredible mixture of richness that filled his every pore. He couldn't 
contain it all in his brain and it spilled over into his nerves. Tod felt 
like a prince, being waited on by his slave, having his balls and cock 
washed by mouth, and then getting an exquisite blow-job by a series of 
hard-sucking. 

Tod opened his eyes again and was glad to see Mark had exchanged his finger 
for his long hard prick. He had shoved his mammoth rod deep into the female 
opening, and was busy screwing it around in the slimy juices while he he was 
glad to be a part of it all. 

Then, suddenly, he spotted a figure in the doorway, staring at them. It 
moved closer and he made out Mary's silhouette, clearly in the dark room. 

Tod was momentarily worried that she would interrupt the actions, but she 
leaned close to his face and held up a finger to her smiling lips. Then she 
undressed rapidly, her clothing falling silently on the floor. 

In another moment she was straddling Tod's face, lowering herself over his 
mouth, her sweet smelling cunt, coming closer and closer to his face. She 
had blocked out his view of the sexual proceedings, but it didn't matter. 
All that counted now was to work his tongue far into that inviting trap and 
get Mary heavily involved in the multiple act. 

She shimmied herself down, until her pubic hairs brushed his nose and then 
he was able to send his tongue into her wide open twat. She leaned back, 
giving him a good shot at her cunt, and he was joined to two women at once. 

No one stopped anything, while the group expanded, and Mark and the blowing 
chick seemed unaware of Mary's presence. They simply kept up what they had 
been doing. The only difference was that they were working faster and 
harder, turning on the steam to get their sexual kicks. 

Now the scene was set. Mark was at the tail end, his long tool handed far 
into the girl's cunt, while she sucked heartily on Tod's cock and he tongued 
Mary's damp spot. It was glorious. In all his dreams he had never really 
expected to find himself surrounded by so much moving softness, so much 
quivering female flesh. 

His hands roamed at will. First they came up and stroked the girl's back, 
and then they flitted to Mary's two large jugs, fingering her nipples and 
feeling the fat tips expanding as he pressed them. 

His cock was getting a work out. The tip was far down the girl's throat and 
he couldn't understand how she could keep from gagging. 

But she managed OK. She worked it back and forth in her moving jaws and Tod 
began working his hips in counterpoint, thrusting and withdrawing so as to 
feel the goodness cover every inch of his prick as it moved around in her 
mouth. 

Tod's prick was big and hard and the softness of the working mouth soothed 
the bulging joint. It was warm and wet inside her mouth, and he wanted 
nothing more than to stay there until the world ended, just feeling her was 
doing a masterful job on him. He was getting closer to the time to come and 
although it would be wonderful to explode like shooting stars into her jaws, 
but he wanted to prolong the erotic agony until Mary was ready, and until 
Mark made his own passionate move. Maybe they could somehow all come 
together in a giant whooping release of sexual spunk. 

Tod could feel Mark's thrust working inside the girl, and every firm 
movement he made, pushed the sucking girl to climb up higher on his body. 
Then when Mark relaxed, she would slide back down a bit, making sure that 
the cock was still firmly in place. 

Mary was moving fast now, her hands running along Tod's face, as her hips 
pumped open and shut, making her cunt shake with the warmth of her filling 
lubrication. The sticky substance began to drip into his mouth and he 
swallowed load after load of the sweet tasting fluid. He ran his tongue 
along her inner walls, feeling them contract as he touched the tender spots. 
Then he worked the point of his tongue high up into her hidden fold of 
flesh, letting it wander inside the delicate place until it slapped against 
her clit. The hard knob of female flesh jiggled as he pressed his tongue 
into it. Mary shifted and nearly raised herself completely from position as 
the sensational feeling flooded her channel. 

Mark grunted far down at the foot of the bed and jerked faster. His hands 
were slapping the girl's ass now, and she moaned in mock pain behind her 
nipping teeth. Those teeth were making a chattering motion along Tod's cock, 
trying to draw his sweet nectar from it. He wanted to help now. There was no 
reason to hold back. Fuck them all. If they couldn't come that was their 
problem, but he was ready. 

Tod twisted his ankles tightly together, stiffening his legs, shoving all 
his attention down deep into his crotch, trying to make the prick that was 
deep in the girl's wet crevice sputter and shoot. She sensed his eagerness 
and began cupping his balls again, working her fingers delicately over the 
full balls and then down into his hair-covered ass-hole. Slim fingers delved 
between his cheeks and he felt a digit trying to get inside his shit hole. 

Everything was whirling faster now. He was all sex-power, and stabbed into 
Mary's cunt with his tongue while she spun on his face. She was making his 
nose fill her cavity as well, and he couldn't resist snuffing it a few 
times. Then he gasped for breath and pulled it free. But his tongue was 
still more than active. 

Mark let go with a loud groan and that signalled the beginning of the end 
for his pent-up cream. He shook his large body and slowly drew his cock back 
before slamming it deeper than ever. The girl winced from the attack and 
steadied herself for the upcoming climax. 

Tod felt everyone stiffen at once. It was really weird. They were all 
somehow together. He could read everyone's thoughts and they all spelled 
'come.' It was time. Tod shuddered as his cock began waving furiously in the 
steaming mouth. His tongue reached far into the hot cunt and Mary stood 
still before resuming her revolving motions. She too was on the verge. Mark 
was stroking frantically, calling out a series of curses to let everyone 
know. 

They were joined somehow in spirit as well as body. They were all meshed 
into the wildest fucking union imaginable. There wasn't one part missing, as 
they shifted gears and progressed to the highest level of all. They came. 

The universal fuck flowed out to drench all sexes together. Tod was mindless 
with the feeling. It was as though he had somehow gone beyond the 
experience. Most likely it was the drug, but it didn't matter. His body 
really felt the timeless moment he hung on to while coming. 

Then it ended. Slowly they all wound down to a soft whimpering kind of love. 
One that allowed them all to savor the full delights of each other's fine 
human flesh. Fingers were free to caress as they wished. Somehow all their 
bodies were strictly for sharing. Nothing mattered except to give-and 
through giving, to receive. 

Looking back to that night Tod felt sure it was his last day of innocence. 
Althoughhe would never had considered himself naive, he knew nothing of the 
intricate pattern that would in some small way become evident the following 
day. On and on he went with the passionate play, heedless of anything except 
his own lust. 

Tod's face became freed from Mary's dripping pussy and he lifted himself 
from his reclining position. Slowly he helped the silent girl from her still 
slurping stance at his sensitive prick. And Mark climbed down from his 
pile-driving place. 

After that, the rest of the party was a drag. Anything else would have been 
a downer. When the party finally ended, about two in the morning, and Mary 
led him wearily to their stained bed, he was glad to think about sleep. But 
gaining the physical state was easier in his mind than in his body. He lay 
on his back, thinking in a steady stream. 

Mary was next to him, and although he was very aware of her soft figure, he 
wasn't interested in fucking. Not really. Although he knew that if she 
turned to him and began playing with his cock, he'd respond automatically. 
That too would be nice. But there was something more that he had do that 
night. Tomorrow might be too late. 

Tod didn't know why then, but he felt a premonition about the meeting 
scheduled for the next day. It could be very important to his future 
lifestyle. He knew that and knew that it might force him somehow to come to 
some basic decisions about how he was living. He was determined to do the 
best thing possible, even if it might be dangerous. 

Then he remembered that he couldn't always know what really was the best 
thing to do. His instincts had to show him. That was the key. It was 
something that he had decided one night a long time ago, and it was shortly 
thereafter that the had split from home. Maybe that's what the thoughts were 
trying to show him-that he would soon be moving again. 

He was watching Mary and knowing that she wasn't asleep either. He guessed 
that she was lying there thinking about him, and about them as a 
partnership. He also guessed that he should say something to her. 

It surprised him anyway when he began actually speaking to her. 

"Mary, I'm wondering about tomorrow. Think it'll be all right?" 

"What do you think?" 

She threw the question back to Tod for resolution. Of course he was the one 
involved, so he would have to decide what to do. 

"Oh, I guess I'll be able to handle myself ... But will it be the right 
thing to do? I mean ... get hooked up with a whole organized thing?" 

"Well, Tod, you know your contact. I've never even met him. You really are 
the only one who can know anything about it. It probably won't be like 
dealing with small time. But that may not be bad." 

Mary philosophized on the subject and turned to face him. 

"I know. I guess it'll be cool. As long as I stick to what I want. If I can 
do it with them, O.K. If not ... well, I'll get by. I always have." 

Mary rolled next to him and gently kissed his cheek. It was a very tender 
moment, and with a little mushy music, he would probably float away. He 
couldn't, though. Just like he couldn't decide what tomorrow would bring. 

The future looked pretty unclear, and he thought that even insight wouldn't 
help explain what was to come. Mary was a bug on the occult, like so many 
chicks. It wasn't that she necessarily believed any of the supernatural 
things in the world were necessarily explained in any of the books she would 
read on the subject. But there at least the attempt was made. 

"You can always go away. You really can Tod." 

Mary was close to tears herself. Tod watched her face closely, his eyes 
piercing hers in the closeness of their dark space. 

"I know, love ... I know." 

That was one thing he had never doubted. He had trusted his instincts on 
that score, so if he could only believe his feelings when he was in the 
meeting the next day, he knew he would be all right. 

It was all very logical, but still a knot of uncertainty lodged in his gut. 
He could just walk out if he was dissatisfied, couldn't he? What was the 
difference how you made your money? All property was theft anyhow. 

That settled it in his mind, and he knew that if he could get the business 
set-up he wanted, he'd be in for it. The only thing that worried him then 
was whether he could get out once he was in. Only time would tell for sure. 

Tod wanted to change the subject. He was tired of thinking about the 
unknown, and trying to make decisions before all the data was in. He'd 
simply have to wait until the meeting to see what would happen. It was 
strange that as soon as he attempted to begin thinking about a different 
subject, his head turned back to the upcoming session. 

Tod tried again with more success. 

"What did you really think of that orgy thing, tonight? Did you like it?" 

He smiled as wickedly as he could manage. 

"Yes ... didn't you: You seemed to enjoy yourself enough." 

She returned his smile with a cocky look of her own. Tod had hit a nice 
subject and knew it. Mary could never resist making love, and if he wanted, 
they could soon begin again. But, still he wasn't sure that he really wanted 
to blot out his mind. 

Oh, he had pretty much resolved to at least go to the meeting the next day 
to see what was possible. But beyond that, the question of his whole worldly 
existence hung in the balance. It was what he had actually left home in 
search of, and now after so many months of avoiding the old question, it was 
back in front of him. Would he find the right way? 

Tod knew that he didn't want to go 'straight.' That was for certain. At 
least if it meant following a dull routine of office work, or getting 
invovled in things that were hopeless to effect. If he could at least get 
himself straightened out, then he knew he'd be able to make a small dent in 
the world's problems. At least he'd be on his way to being part of the 
solution. 

His thoughts were somewhat jumbled, but still the overall message they gave 
was one that bordered on being downright practical. It seemed to come back 
to ethics, too. All the old virtues that are so often talked about, and so 
rarely put into practice began to flash across his mind as examples of the 
way to live. It would be wonderful to have all that, he thought. But how? 

Once the 'what' of life had been answered he had to deal with the 'how.' How 
to commit the correct action to affect the desired change? Should he leave 
the city and go sit on a mountain top? Would that life-style of simple means 
suit him? Or would he be bored after a while? like so many other things 
seemed to be. 

As far as he could remember he had easily become bored. Tod demanded 
constant change, and sought to actively bring it about. But what should the 
next change be? He knew that according to most deep schools of thought, and 
to the higher precepts of science as well, change was eternal. It was the 
only thing that was. But the underground? 

Maybe he should simply keep up his present pattern of living, and be happy 
with the comforts he had. Tod knew that he had to be careful of the material 
goods he let accumulate. They could tempt him and trap him too. At least he 
wasn't totally without humility. 

But wasn't the new change that he was about to confront a logical outgrowth 
of the present path he was following? As soon as he asked the question, he 
knew that the answer was no. Tod could choose not to go to the meeting. Or 
to stop dealing altogether. 

The morbid thought put a sudden end to his rambling mind. He wanted to come 
back, all the way back to positive actions to enhance his life. 

Maybe Mary and he should begin to do different things. About all they did 
when he wasn't dealing, was to smoke dope and fuck. Maybe they were rapidly 
becoming stale, and needed a new outlook. Should he go back to school? 
Absolutely not. Maybe they should travel. That had always appealed to him. 

But something tugged at his mind, telling him that he could accomplish 
whatever spiritual goals he had in mind right where he was. All he had to do 
was apply himself, and commit the correct actions. 

That brought it back to 'how,' once more. Mary looked at him. He rolled onto 
his back and then, in another attempt to get comfortable, settled his pillow 
down towards his shoulders, and closed his eyes. Maybe sleep would stop all 
his wondering and put him out of commission until the time came to act. 

But his mind wasn't tired yet. It was a common phenomenon when he had smoked 
some pot too close to bedtime. Tod was simply too alert to shut his mind 
off. He rolled onto his stomach, clasping his hands under the pillow, 
drawing it beneath his body like a lover. Nothing was right. 

Tod had always had some trouble sleeping, and usually it was about twenty 
minutes after hitting the bed before he could actually fall off. That night 
he turned from side to side for at least a half an hour, before Mary finally 
put a hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him. 

"Slow down. Tod. Just try those breathing exercises. Slowly in ... slowly 
out." 

Tod tried the deep breath, but that wasn't enough. Some day maybe he'd learn 
not to smoke before bed. But maybe it wasn't just the smoke that was 
bothering him. Perhaps he really had to go clear through to the end of the 
trail, figuring out what life-style was meaningful. 

About the only thing he knew for sure was that it wasn't the money that 
attracted him to continue dealing. The best part about selling dope was that 
it took so little time to raise money. That left "all the rest of the day 
free, so he could do whatever he wanted. Not that he had any important plans 
just then. Just that he might decide to become creative and need all his 
time to cope with whatever project he hit upon. 

"I'll be calm soon. It's just that ... well, I'm not really sure if I can 
talk about it exactly. But I do know that my head needs some more 
straightening. Only now I'm pretty sure I can get to my goal without jumping 
from place to place." 

Tod was sorting his thoughts by talking to Mary. Maybe that would help. 

"I know, Tod. I decided some time ago to stop searching for the right 
'place.' Anyplace I am is right. I've figured that out finally, it's a good 
feeling to know that." 

Mary was smoothing her hands over his back, softly rubbing away the tension 
that lodged between his shoulders. 

"Still, Mary, I have some important things to decide. I guess the most 
important one is the right kind of action to take." 

He was still confused about what to do. Would it never be straight? 

"That's certainly the most difficult part. All we can do is live moment by 
moment." 

Mary rubbed lower reaching the small of his naked back, and her hands felt 
smoothing and comforting. 

"Intellectually I know all that. I do know that I can never really count on 
figuring out the absolutely best thing to do. All I can hope for is to be 
able to choose the best road when faced with whatever series of choices pop 
up at the appropriate time. I should leave it at that, and be satisfied with 
my logical thoughts." 

Tod stopped and lay still, feeling the feminine fingers move still lower. 
They began to tease the slit of his ass, and he felt his groin stirring in 
spite of his best intentions to keep away from sex for a while. 

"Does that make sense at all?" 

"Yes, darling." 

Mary's lingers trailed down into his crack, sending shivers along the back 
of his legs, forcing the hairs to stand up prickly and stiff. He shifted his 
weight. 

His body turned towards Mary, forcing her hands away from his rear. She 
allowed them to fall slowly across his stomach, stopping when they nestled 
gently in his pubic hairs. The fingers tickled him and he laughed. That 
laughter spun through his brain, driving all his vague worries out. When 
Mary began to play like that, all he could concentrate on was her roaming 
fingers and the rich feelings that followed. 

Her hands touched his cock. It was still coated with some flaking remains of 
the group fuck, and he felt her peel the stickiness from the head of his 
stiffening rod. There was something so sweet about the way she cared for his 
weapon. She rubbed it gently between her two hands, trying to rub some life 
back into it. 

Tod knew that if they fucked, he would have absolutely no trouble sleeping. 
Just the mere physical exertion would make his body try for rest. That would 
be good. His mind would have to follow if the need for rest was strong 
enough. 

Tod clasped his hands over Mary's, feeling her fingers grip his hardening 
meat. She worked hard and he released his hold, not wanting to interfere in 
the least. He listened to her light breathing, catching the rhythm and 
letting it take over. It was soft and delicate, like her hands. 

Now he scrunched even closer to her. Mary lifted her leg and he slid his 
half-erect prick into the soft fleshy spot. She lowered her leg and trapped 
his rising hard-on. Then she pumped back and forth, making his prick rise 
higher with each tug. It was in the softest part of the body and he loved 
the feeling that flowed from her thighs. 

Tod reached out for her tits and touched just the farthest jutting portion 
of her nipples. They were ripe and, simply waiting to be pressed. He made 
his move and felt the breasts jiggle behind the fat nipples. Mary moved 
closer and her tits brushed his hard chest. She moved faster, letting the 
outstretched tips scrape against his hairy front, letting the male-female 
contact drive feelings into both of them. 

There was something so indescribably wonderful about the feeling that was 
produced by male-female friction. He was. hard put to define it, but her 
simply settled fully into the sex act, determined to enjoy the mounting 
passion. 

Mary was writhing now as her own actions had produced the first drippings of 
lubrication into her tight snatch. Tod was constantly amazed by the 
tightness of her hole, and every time he plunged into those soft lips, he 
felt her snatch cling to his rod. 

Mary rolled onto her back, releasing his prick to spring hard and full into 
the air. The covers were back, and they were naked together in the dark 
room. There was just enough light to make out the outline of her lush body, 
and he knew that she in turn would be able to make out his pulsing prick as 
he slid over next to her. He was on his back, waiting patiently for her to 
make another move. 

Tod loved to he back, letting the woman work on his cock, feeling like she 
would want to break it off and stick it hard into her opening. He wanted 
Mary to mouth his prick, to wet it good and then to demand fast action at 
her cunt. Yes, he wanted nothing more that night except a quick fuck that 
would scale the heights of lust and exhaust him. 

Mary knew what was needed and she leaned over him, letting her tongue work 
down his chest, lapping softly at first and then becoming more insistent as 
she neared his balls and cock. Her tongue and lips sucked and pulled on his 
flesh, making small wet circles as she approached the hard meat. Tod shunted 
up, not able to stand the teasing much longer. He clasped his hands around 
her head and directed her hungry mouth to his waiting rod. She gobbled the 
stiff meat and began an incredible lapping. 

Mary worked on his balls with her dainty hands, trying to massage them while 
her mouth made wet love to his joint. He moved up into her jaws. His ass 
bounced on the bed and his hands searched for her hole. 

It found the wet spot without difficulty, and two fingers slid in. The damp 
slit accepted his happy probing, and Mary set herself to move above them 
like a winding spring. He felt her squirming cunt against his hand, and the 
palm of his hand pressed tight against her flesh-covered clit. 

Mary jumped as he massaged that sensitive spot. Her tender body shook as her 
inner juices piled up behind her groin. He wanted to unleash her full 
passionate fury, to feel it drench his fingers and then to dive headlong 
into that pit of lust and suck each dripping bit into his mouth. The whole 
idea of drinking Mary's come was to fill himself from her dripping hole. It 
made his cock feel even bigger inside those working, active lips. 

He didn't want to wait. He moved quickly, thrusting her body back and 
climbing over her. His cock worked free from her mouth and she came after 
him, wanting it back, needing its thickness to satisfy her carnal hunger. 

Tod settled down on her outstretched form, his legs spread wide, and his 
cock dangling so she could easily get it back into her gaping mouth. His 
head was buried in her cunt, his tongue already fast attacking the stiff 
clit that hid behind her soft sheath of flesh. 

Tod fucked her face, wanting nothing but the joy of shooting into her open 
jaws, and of hearing her gulp down his juice. She pumped back at him, her 
cunt twitching madly, demanding instant attention. It was easy to give. 

He slipped a finger in the hole alongside his tongue and wiggled in deep. He 
shifted it from side to side, testing the inner space, trying to stretch the 
slippery hole until he could manage to put his hand up into that hollow 
space. He knew it couldn't be done, but he tried anyway, and Mary helped. 
She spread herself for his pleasure, her legs angled out at the knees. 

Tod dove at her cunt again, giving her all his oral attentions. His lips 
sucked at the outer rim and then slapped against her thighs, making small 
red marks up and down along there. It was just what he needed. He loved the 
smell, the taste, the feel of her, and she seemed just as happy with him. 

Her lips accepted his cock as if it were a tasty treat that she sucked. 
Unlike candy, however, he swelled instead of dissolving as she licked the 
sweetness. 

He wanted to be too' big for her, to force her to the point of gagging with 
the hunk of meat, before it shot like a hot geyser. Then he would come in 
torrents over her lips, letting the stuff dribble down her chin and neck. 

Mary sucked and pulled faster and faster. Tod was delirious with the 
expectation. His passion was riding high and he stiffened. Her cunt rose to 
close in on his tongue and as he slurped harder and harder his cock 
exploded. The sea of lust drowned her face, and she fought to swallow all 
the wetness. It was smooth ... so smooth. 

He was lost to the tumbling sex that filled his veins. Every motion brought 
another crash of come. And his cream was matched by the outpourings that 
filled her wet tunnel. 

Mary twisted around her twitching cunt filling with the heated liquid. He 
ate as if it were to be his last meal. His greedy lips sucked in the sweet 
honey, and he drank his fill. All the while, his prick pounded faster into 
her open jaws, feeding her demanding mouth. The both completed their 
climaxes together and fell back exhausted. Finally, Tod was able to sleep. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

When Jack awoke the next day, it was not even six A.M. He liked getting up 
early when there was work to do. It set an efficient tone for his day, which 
he liked to instill in his men. If he didn't get a very early start, he 
found himself with too many things to do and not enough time in which to do 
them. 

He was up before anyone else. Slipping from his bed, Jack walked around the 
bedroom, deciding what to wear. The meeting was scheduled for early that 
morning, and he knew that every detail had to be right. He had to maintain 
complete order in the gathering-an order that he controlled. The new boys 
would be in the very same room, after all. 

The boys were to gather at his apartment and Jack wondered about letting 
Nancy remain during the meeting. After all, she was a child, and strictly 
extra-curricular. It was unwise to do so, but he didn't want to simply order 
her to get out. 

There must be a way to send her on an errand, or out shopping. Maybe he 
would give her a few charge plates and release her for the shopping spree 
she had talked about the week past. 

He had time before she was awake to figure it all out. She'd obey, he had no 
doubts about that. She had better! 

Jack chose a conservative suit from his large wardrobe. He knew that the 
meeting should be all business, with a strict agenda of things to cover. All 
that was needed was a quick report on the status of each person, and then 
he'd be able to get into the subject of the possible new agent. And of 
converting more of the traffic to heroin. 

Dressing in front of a full-length mirror, Jack smoothed his expensive shirt 
down into his tailored pants. Then he let his hands go beyond, until they 
covered his limp prick. He gave a few quick tugs and let go. There was no 
time this morning to get involved with that wonderful toy. He'd make up for 
it later that afternoon. 

Closing his pants, he lifted his head to check out his appearance. His hard 
belly looked good in the tight pants, so did his prick. 

Then he put on a muted tie, knotting it in the latest style and letting the 
wide end hang just over the top of his waist. It looked nice. The beautiful 
colonial jacket topped the entire outfit, and Jack knew that he looked the 
part of a successful banker or stock-broker. 

It was just the image he always liked to convey when dealing with his men 
and the world. All success, and all business. There was no fooling around 
when it came to their duties. 

Once he felt completely dressed, he left the bedroom. Since the housekeeper 
was still not awake, Jack decided to fix his own breakfast. As much as he 
enjoyed eating, he had never liked breakfast, and making a decision on what 
foods to eat first thing in the morning always had been a chore. He paced 
the kitchen back and forth, looking in cabinets and checking the 
refrigerator from time to time, searching for something that might appeal to 
him. 

Disgusted by the prospect of eating, Jack slammed the refrigerator shut and 
decided to have coffee as a start. Maybe after a hot cup of black coffee, he 
would feel ready to face breakfast goods. 

The coffee machine was ready in a moment, and he filled his cup. That was 
another thing he disliked-waiting for coffee to percolate. It would never 
make it alongside the deeper, brewed stuff. But in a pinch, or when Jack 
felt unnerved by the whole breakfast process, it would surely do. 

He stirred the black liquid. Then he let the coffee sit, black and steaming, 
until it was cool enough to drink. Bitter it was, and Jack made a wry face 
as he forced the liquid into his gullet. 

"Where the hell is Trudy?" 

He yelled the servant's name twice, and then stopped, waiting for the 
rustling to begin in the small room that served as her bedroom. 

The servant appeared, bleary-eyed, in her robe. By that time, Jack's temper 
was boiling over and he angrily demanded a good breakfast. 

"Make it different, too. Something like pancakes or crepes. I can't stand 
breakfast." 

The servant hopped about, getting a quick pancake recipe started, hoping to 
please her grumpy boss. She moved silently, her small head bobbing over the 
counter as she managed to whip up a batter 

Jack sat watching the scurrying servant. He felt powerful. He loved watching 
people doing his bidding. Nothing pleased him more than making someone wait 
on him hand and foot. That was why he had a servant. And a mistress. That 
way, whenever he didn't want to do some unpleasant task, he could delegate 
it to a hired hand. If they refused, they could always be fired. Part of his 
powerful image, he supposed. 

There had been a few times in the past few years when he felt obligated to 
do away with someone. Usually it was a person who had sold the government 
out, or who was attempting to defect with secrets. There had been one time 
when it happened with his former mistress. That had been quickly taken care 
of, and both the woman and the male spy killed. 

Jack smiled secretly as he thought back to the look of anguish and surprise 
that had crossed his mistress' face when he had told her of her imminent 
death. She had screamed just once. Then she had attacked the man, pummeling 
him with her tiny fists. He had slapped her hard, watching her eyes roll as 
she realized that it was true and it was all going to happen just as he had 
said. 

It wasn't long after that when Jack's men had dragged her away. He had been 
glad to see her go, glad that she was about to pay for being a traitor. No 
one made a fool of the U.S. A. 

He had arranged a fitting end. The woman was destined to meet her foreign 
lover in a pre-arranged hideout, where the men bound and gagged them in 
their chairs. Then they were ordered to undress. 

The naked figures huddled together in a corner, shaking with fear. Jack's 
men talked to them, guns drawn, threatening to shoot them for one false 
move. Under the terrible stress of the approaching death, the woman broke 
down and whimpered for mercy. 

She promised to tell all. She was told to shut up, and when she continued 
her crying, her face was slapped again and again. Her lover watched 
helplessly, knowing that to interfere would merely hasten his own end. But 
they were prepared. 

Finally the couple kissed, softly at first and then in a strange sort of 
way. The man allowed them those last few moments. Even agents could be 
romantic. 

The kiss was completed, the sentence carried out even while the couple was 
busy spending the last few seconds in a tight embrace. 

Two quick silenced blasts ripped through them, and the bodies slumped to the 
floor, dead. 

Now Jack remembered the entire incident, and hoped that it would never bear 
repeating. As long as Nancy kept her place and served only his needs, then 
she was safe. 

The less she knew, the less-likely that she could betray anything. He had 
told that to her, and although he had never outlined the details of the 
shooting, he had left Nancy suitably impressed with the importance of her 
fidelity. And so far she had proven her trust. 

When breakfast was ready, Jack fell to it ravenously. Then he finished off 
his dark coffee. His stomach was full and his anger had subsided. 

"Thank you, Trudy. Now I can function." 

The servant nodded politely and turned to begin cleaning up the kitchen. 
Jack stood and wiped his chin. He wanted another cup of coffee. This time, 
however, he wanted the real thing. There was still plenty of time before the 
meeting, so he ordered the servant to brew some percolated coffee, and he 
left the kitchen. 

He wandered around the living room for a minute, deciding on where everyone 
should sit. He pulled a few chairs into a row, and put his usual seat at the 
front of it, with his back to a wall. Never paid to be careless, even in 
your own apartment. 

When the seating arrangement was ready, he made a mental note of the agenda, 
once more going over the order that he wanted to make the meeting follow. He 
expected it to be short and sweet. Then he'd get a chance to talk with the 
new agent if he was acceptable. 

Thinking of Nancy then, he turned towards her bedroom. He ambled towards it 
and forced the door open. She was sleeping soundlessly, her mouth shut and 
her eyes closed tight. Only her nostrils moved from her breathing, and Jack 
tiptoed close to the bed. 

He stopped before he was on the bed, and looked down at the lovely girl, 
Nancy's soft hair flowed out around her pretty face, and Jack felt a strong 
urge to grind his mouth against her and wake her with a passionate kiss. 

As he watched she turned over, exposing the top of a breast. A strand of 
hair caressed the soft skin and Jack felt an urge come over his body. He had 
a hard time keeping his hands away from that pretty thing fast asleep. 

But the thought of the imminent meeting made him hesitate to start. It 
wouldn't do to get engaged in a fuck session and have his men arrive in the 
midst. It wouldn't do at all. Then they'd have a reason to laugh at him, and 
to joke during the meeting. All his control would be shattered. That would 
be no good. 

He walked away from the bed and back into the living room. The city was 
coming alive and sounds of traffic rose up from the street. Jack glanced at 
the clock and saw it was nearly nine A.M. The meeting would start in a few 
hours. Perhaps he should wake Nancy and get her used to the fact that she 
had to stay out of the apartment until at least four. 

He turned back to the bedroom and walked briskly to Nancy's bed. He knelt 
beside her, his hands just above her shoulder. Then as he called her name 
softly, he shook her arm. 

"Nancy ... get up now ... come on up." 

He let go as the child stirred. She turned his way and her eyes fluttered 
open. Then she turned away for a second. Her eyes seemed to shut as if she 
were making up her mind about something They opened once more-this time for 
good. 

"Good morning." 

She stretched and yawned, letting the blankets slip from her stirring form. 
Her body was naked beneath the sheets and Jack eyed her now mature tits and 
hips as they moved from her motions. 

"Time to get up, dear. I've got a busy day, and you must help me." 

Nancy stared up at him, wondering what she was going to have to do. She sat 
up, pulling the sheets up to her neck, keeping her sex covered. It was too 
early to fuck. 

"I need the apartment empty until the afternoon. So you must go out ... go 
shopping or something." 

He paused, giving her time to consider the order. Of course she had no 
choice. 

Nancy knew that it was indeed an order, even though it had been spoken in 
gentle tones. She would have little choice but to obey, but maybe she could 
at least find out why she had to go. 

"Someone coming here today?" 

It was a simple question, and Nancy tried to look innocent as she asked it. 

"Yes. A meeting. You'll have to be gone pretty soon. That gives you little 
time to eat and leave. I have money if you want to go shopping." . ' 

It was settled. She would have to go soon, but at least she was going to get 
money for it. That helped. 

"I'll be right up. I just need a minute to stretch. Is there anything ready 
for breakfast? I'm starving." 

Nancy stared up at the man, wide-eyed. 

"Trudy fixed me crepes. I'm sure she can help you out. I'll tell her to get 
some going. You get dressed." 

Jack took one last longing look at the covered curves and left the room. 

As soon as she was alone, Nancy threw back the sheets and stretched. It was 
nice to wake up in her own bed again, and to feel secure in a city she 
understood and liked. It would be nice to go to mid-town and browse through 
the stores. Probably she would end up not spending most of the money, but 
rather placing it in a secret bank account that she had established the 
first week she had come to live there. By now the sum was nice, and Nancy 
felt secure every time she thought about the money waiting for her, in case 
she ever needed it. 

Not that she planned on leaving this convenient set-up just yet. Not while 
it stayed good. But, one never knew. He might just decide to toss her out on 
her ear one day, and she wanted to be ready, in case. 

She put her feet on the floor and left the bed. At her closet, she checked 
her clothing carefully, picking a sharp suit with a vest that would show her 
good taste as she wandered through the large department stores. It was 
always a good feeling to know she had dressed smartly and could buy just 
about anything she wanted. 

She had decided against wearing a bra that day, wanting the silky material 
of the blouse to caress every part of her chest with complete freedom. She 
felt in need of that erotic stimulation. 

Nancy knew that when she returned to the apartment, after lunch, she would 
undoubtedly be called on to help Jack finish his hot bath. The clothes would 
help her feel sexy and as she returned in the elevator, she could work 
herself into a frantic state that would please her master, just before she 
joined him. 

She walked out into the kitchen having finished applying her makeup and 
having gone to the bathroom. She was ready for the world. Nancy got feeling 
good being home. 

Nancy almost sang the words as she tripped into the kitchen. Trudy was busy 
at the stove and turned to greet her politely. Jack was sitting at the 
table, nursing his coffee. 

He sat up straight as Nancy came close, smelling her light perfume and 
feasting his eyes on her figure. He wanted to take her then and there-to 
spread her out on the kitchen table and shove his cock between her sexy 
thighs. She looked good enough to eat as a second breakfast. 

"Sit down, Nancy, or I just might rape you." 

"Why is it you look so sexy today? Because you're going out? Going to meet 
someone?" 

Jack was being tough, and more than a bit mean. He knew she had been loyal, 
but still couldn't help feeling that she look almost too good to go out 
free. 

"It's just the suit. Do you like it?" 

Nancy acted innocent again, ignoring the hidden accusation. She knew she had 
nothing to fear on that score. 

"I like it too much ... that's what I mean." 

Jack poured her a cup of coffee and passed it across the table. His cock was 
throbbing. 

"Thank you." 

Nancy drank the hot brew, looking at her man over the cup. The liquid warmed 
her insides and made her feel ready to brave the world outside. It was 
always hard to face New York for a teenager alone. 

"If I'm going shopping, can I have some money? Unless you want me to use 
your charge accounts." 

Nancy knew how Jack disliked her to use his charge-plates because she always 
charged so much. It was her own little way of making sure she got bread. 

"I'll give you some cash. Here." 

He stood up. Jack withdrew three fifty dollar bills from his wallet and 
handed them over. 

"When should I be home?" 

Nancy smiled super-sweetly, and stopped as soon as she saw Jack getting 
angry. 

"Don't get smart. I'm in no mood to take any shit from you, or anyone else. 
Just be back soon, right at four. I'll be expecting you. 

He walked behind her chair and bent to kiss the nape of her long neck. Then 
he pinched it. 

Nancy was unhappy with him. She felt used, and bossed. It was distressing to 
feel his harsh way so early in the day. Why couldn't he be nice to me all 
the time? She wasn't a toy!! 

Even though she fought against the occurrence, a rash of shivers ran along 
her neck, up behind her ears. She hunched her shoulders high against her 
head and turned away any further kisses. Then she stood, smoothing the suit 
over her body. 

Jack stood back. 

"Don't get into any trouble today." 

Then he left the kitchen, leaving Nancy alone with Trudy. The girl sat back 
down and crossed her legs, shaking her foot in a fast rhythm. Now she was 
anxious to be away and into the exciting crowds that frequented the city. 
The kid in her was out again. 

She wolfed down the food that Trudy had made, and as soon as she was 
finished, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and waved goodbye. In another 
instant. she was out the door and on her way. 

Jack heard the door slam and checked the time. The meeting was scheduled to 
begin shortly. He paced the living room, rechecking everything to insure the 
proper seating. Then he drew out a piece of paper on which he jotted a few 
reminders. He was determined that things would go just the way he wanted. 

The time passed quickly. Jack was still staring down from his terrace at the 
rushing traffic when the doorbell rang. Trudy, an agent herself, recognized 
the signal and buzzed to allow entrance. 

The men came up in the elevator together and they entered the plush 
apartment. Jack greeted them warmly, slapping each man's back and ushering 
them into the living room. 

He was glad that everyone had showed up, and on time. Jack knew he had 
nothing to worry about now. 

Next to Sam, Ralph fiddled with his jacket. Ralph was also an old-timer but 
Jack felt less sure about which side he was on. He had been bought out a 
long time back by Jack's side; and Jack still thought that he could be 
bought back by the other country. 

The next seat was occupied by a younger man. Dave Marrow stared at the floor 
anxious to give his report and get out to his mistress. He loved women, and 
although at times, Jack disliked his flashy ways, he thought the guy was 
doing a good job with some lady agents. 

One more place brought Jack to Gerry. Jack checked him out carefully. Lately 
there had been rumors that Gerry was involved sexually with a male agent. It 
was hard to tell just by looking at his face, and Jack wished he had a 
chance to check the man's ass to know for sure. 

The last chair brought the line to completion. Jack eyed Harry, the man in 
charge of new agents. And also in charge of getting rid of the bad ones. He 
was a good man to have on your side ... Jack wanted to make sure he stayed 
that way. 

"Well, gentlemen, shall we get started?" 

Jack looked at the group once over and glanced down at the paper in his 
hands. 

"I want to hear short reports on current and future possibilities. Who'll 
start?" 

He paused waiting for volunteers. 

The men fidgeted as they thought over their reports. Finally one spoke up. 

"I guess I'll do it. like I told you on the phone, boss, the only problem we 
got is the new kids getting involved with small-time agents. It's hard to 
keep track of all the amateurs bringing the information and dealing it to 
friends. But the pack's growing ... it's there. We just have to find the 
right way to tap it." 

As he finished talking he smoothed his suit and look at the big man. 

"I know all that. I know ... but what I need to know is how to get in with 
them. Can't your men get inside these groups ... or something?" 

Jack stared hard at the man, demanding an answer. 

"It isn't quite that easy, sir. It's just people dealing with their friends. 
A lot of college kids too. There is another problem. Most of them have heard 
bad things about the government and want nothing to do with us. It's a 
problem." 

"It's one I want solved quick! That's what you guys are for." 

"But, sir ... " 

A chorus of dissent rose from the assembled men. They sounded tense. 

Jack looked harshly at them, watching them stiffen into silence. He wanted 
action ... and these shaking jack-asses pleaded with him. The idiots. 

He stood, his tall body towering above the seated figures. 

"There's only one thing that's going to make me happy. An efficient network. 
Oh, I know that you're working hard. But I want more. I don't want anybody 
selling information that doesn't come to us. Understand?" 

And one more thing. I want the foreign trade up in the next few months. 
Every out-of-town pot smoker is a potential informant. Although they might 
not know it." 

His face cracked a bit and showed a slight smile. 

The men around him were quick to complement his smile with smiles of their 
own. Jack watched them imitate him and knew that he indeed was still in 
charge. It felt good to see his men tense as he spoke. It would do good to 
have a bit of old-fashioned discipline back in the group. 

"About the foreign exchange junkies. As soon as we've got their confidence, 
I want the supply tightened up and finally just about cut off. Then you can 
begin. I needn't remind you about the growth possibilities inherent in this 
group. Let's push our quota over the top. I won't be satisfied until that 
plan is under way." 

Jack sat heavily in his seat, sure his point had been made. 

The men murmured slightly and then sat silently, waiting for the next 
speech. 

"OK, you've heard me. Any questions?" 

The boss looked around at the group of male faces, trying too decipher their 
moods. Things seemed simple enough on the surface but he knew that beneath 
the calm exteriors there were bound to be abrasive feelings that had to be 
dealt with. 

Only Harry, looked completely at ease. He had no quota to fill. All he had 
to do was take care of dissent and new men and he knew his business well. 

"Well boss, I've got one thing." 

It was his old time pal speaking. "There's some talk of taking on some new 
kids. You know that's where most of the information comes from. I've got a 
switch who says there's some action to be had. There's one guy who's been 
selling pot and wants to do something better. He's one of these drop-out 
types, but a good hustler. What about him?" 

"Can he be trusted?" 

Jack asked the only question that ultimately mattered. Everything came back 
to security ... for him and for the government. 

"I guess so, Sir. From what my switch tells me, the kid's eager to make his 
mark, but that's all. And he knows a lot of these foreign types. One other 
thing ... he wants to deal only in pot and information. No intrigue. He 
wanted to make that very clear." 

Jack scratched his nose. 

"Well, that gives me an idea. Say we take on this kid, and some others like 
him, giving them just what they want. Then, after they're implicated with 
the whole set-up, we can pressure them into taking on other assignments." 

He liked his idea and wanted to see the reaction of his listeners. It was 
going well. 

"Sounds OK, at least we'll start covering the field better than we've been 
able to do." 

"My only fear is that too many ambitious kids will think they know just what 
it's all about and try some funny stuff. I never liked kids." Gerry turned 
his wedding band on his finger, and leaned forward to drive his point more 
forcefully. 

"Yeh. Well I'll take care of any problem kids." 

Harry sounded eager for action. 

"OK, that's enough. I say that we should give it a trial. Harry, take on 
this kid and see if he can drum up anything good. Then we'll see what 
happens. If there are any problems, let me know immediately. I'll let Harry 
here know when to move. The meeting is over, gentlemen. I will see you at 
our next conference." 

Jack stood and left the room, signaling the end of the talk. His men quickly 
left the apartment, one at a time. 

Jack was pleased with the way the meeting had gone. He had learned nothing 
really new, except that there was a chance to break into other areas through 
some kids. That was welcome news. He also saw that his hold on his men was 
still strong. That was most important. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jack strolled through the apartment alone with his thoughts. The rest of the 
day was his. Now that the meeting was over, he wised that Nancy were back. 
He wanted a good screw to relax with. There was something slimy about 
dealing with men that made his skin crawl. And he could put up with most 
anything. 

A bath would help. It always did. Checking the clock, Jack saw that it was 
early. He would have an hour to lounge around while Nancy got around to 
coming home. He'd be ready for her. 

The tub was quickly filled with steaming water, and Trudy put out the 
bottles of bubble bath. The servant arranged them with some powder on the 
small porcelain shelf on the wall behind the tub. 

When everything was set, and when clean towels were placed on the handy rack 
near the tub, Trudy informed her boss. Jack came into the tile room wearing 
a large towel. It fluttered open at the center and revealed his cock. His 
thighs and legs shifted as he slowly approached the full tub. Jack knew that 
it was in all probability still too hot to use right away. 

While he waited for it to cool down, he went back into the living room and 
placed an album on the stereo. Then he switched on the speakers marked 
'bathroom,' and returned to the tub. Music welled up out of the hidden 
speakers, filling the room. 

The man always liked rich classical music. He had long ago found a special 
enjoyment in hearing the classics. Although Jack had tried a few times to 
draw a direct connection between his present life and the lives of famous 
men, he had failed. Still, in his head, he continued to think that he was 
made of the same sensitive stock. 

He dipped a toe into the tub, feeling the hot liquid scald his foot and 
ankle. It was still a bit too warm for comfort and he stepped back, giving 
it another moment to cool. 

Jack called for Trudy, who came immediately, carrying a large scrub brush 
and a bar of soap. She was ready to help her boss in any way necessary. All 
part of her duties. 

When the man finally managed to sink beneath the hot water, he placed his 
legs up on the rim of the tub and let himself float supported by his hands. 
His body was nearly weightless in the water and he was able to swish it back 
and forth in time to the music. 

Trudy sat patiently on a nearby chair, holding the brush and soap. It 
wouldn't be too long before she had to scrub the man's back, and she bided 
her time, keeping her dark eyes from the tub as much as possible. She didn't 
like watching the naked man play with himself. She preferred girls. 

But, when Jack called her to the tub, Trudy moved quickly. There was no 
hesitation in anything she did for the man. As much as she disliked the 
physical presence of the man, Trudy was glad to help him gain pleasure. 

She wanted to always pay him for the kindnesses that she had received. It 
had been two years since she had been brought to America from behind the 
iron curtain and since she had been plucked from certain death to enjoy the 
comforts made it relatively easy for Trudy to overcome her physical 
dislikes. 

Being a quiet woman by nature, Trudy was used to simply carrying out orders 
without any words. She would, when asked to do so, spend hours by the stove 
without murmuring one syllable as she prepared a three course meal for her 
boss. 

On other occasions, she could clean the entire apartment like a mysterious 
helper, her mind back with her family. She often thought of ways to put 
aside enough money to smuggle the entire family to the United States. It was 
still her dream. Maybe soon, her boss would look upon her with enough favor 
to allow it. 

For now, Trudy tended to her thoughts, while Jack soaked his body. The body 
swirled up against the sides of the tub, threatening to spill onto the tile 
floor. But somehow, they always managed to fall back inside. Jack lolled in 
the water and added bubble bath leisurely. Each bubble brought its own sense 
of joy to the man's skin. This and the music together served to build Jack a 
fantasy. He was a king, alone in his tub, with his faithful and loving slave 
to help. 

"Trudy, hurry with that ... brush my back ... " 

Jack stretched forward, gesturing towards his wet flesh. She could not 
refuse. 

She was quickly on her feet. Brandishing the brush in one hand and the soap 
in another, Trudy approached the man. 

"For God's sake, hurry. I need the brush quickly, you know I hate waiting." 

Trudy was there, wielding the brush with a newly-learned expertise. Before 
coming to work for Jack, she had never used a scrub brush on a man, only.her 
girlfriends. 

She had learned many new things since coming to the States. Some didn't like 
it too much. She knew deep in her heart, that before the bathroom routine 
was finished, she might well be. called upon to perform for this man. If it 
was necessary to please him, Trudy was prepared to once again sacrifice her 
feelings of deep-seated disgust, and render the necessary treatment. 

"Ahhh ... that's better, Trudy. Much better. Thank you." 

Jack slipped back beneath the rising waters and looked up at the woman 
through his heavy eyebrows. His face was adjusted into a position of pure 
delight. The scratching had done the trick. 

Jack lounged back, feeling the warm liquid seep into the crack of his ass, 
loving the way it coated his inner canal, sending warm thrills along his 
spine. It was so nice to be able to simply spend this time in his private 
bath. And when he wanted some special attention, there was always Trudy to 
call on ... and Nancy when she got back. 

Jack thought about his mistress, and her fine young body. He loved knowing 
that she was available for him almost any time she was called. And the older 
Trudy was also on standby. Maybe today he would give the dyke a workout. 

"Come closer, Trudy, I want to look at you." 

It always started the same way and Trudy felt her stomach tighten as she 
obeyed the man's request. 

She sat on the edge of the tub, her short uniform hiding her slim almost 
flat chested figure. She had a small stature and Jack liked the way the 
lesbian flesh felt between his palms while they fucked. He called for the 
woman to get undressed and ready for action. 

Jack wasn't at all sure exactly how he was going to operate this time, but 
that however it ended up, he would enjoy it. That was a certainty. 

Trudy dropped her clothing slowly, almost embarrassed to shed her covering 
like a paid whore. In her heart she knew that what she was doing was only to 
get the favor she would need later on. 

But somehow, that made it all the worse. 

Then she was really performing for pay, really playing whore to her master's 
whims. But these dark thoughts didn't stand in her way. 

Soon she was completely bare-assed, her body trim and shapely. Poised next 
to the tub, Trudy looked at the floating male and nearly gagged. Jack was 
rapidly fingering his cock, trying to bring it up to fighting size. Then the 
fun could begin in earnest. 

Trudy watched, solemn faced, as if she were facing a loaded gun. The large 
thick prick that was expanding beneath the bath-water loaded with sexual 
energy. It jiggled between Jack's hands, springing to its full size. 

"Come on in, Trudy ... join me." 

Jack smiled heavily, his eyes beginning to caress the lesbian flesh exposed 
so brilliantly, just out of touching range. Trudy moved without questioning, 
fully aware that once she was in the water, she was fair game. She gritted 
her teeth in her silent mouth, and soon was placing one leg after the other 
into the water. 

She managed to get both feet in, and to bear the liquid. It was hot, but 
allowed Trudy to remain within its watery confines. As she swished closer to 
the waiting male, Trudy watched her own cunt hairs in the water. In contrast 
to her boss' hot cock, the servant's cunt had made no progress towards heat. 

Trudy knew that soon, a pair of hands would be massaging that tender spot, 
causing it to heat up her body as if on its own accord, until it sang with a 
chorus of blood and erotic energy. Then she would let it take over and send 
her into the realm of physical perversion. For basically, that was how she 
viewed the woman-to-man relationship that she was called upon to take part 
in. 

Jack reached out to call the slim body closer. Then he indicated that Trudy 
should sit in the tub. The water swirled up high on the servant's chest, 
lapping at her small breasts. Jack tenderly plucked at one small protrusion, 
and in spite of herself, Trudy felt a warm flow invade her thighs. Then jack 
shifted his hands lower, letting them swim down to the water-filled thighs 
that bound the hairy cunt he sought. 

Jack sat back, caught in his revery, sure that this was how those old time 
dictators took their pleasure. What could be more decadent and luxurious 
than to fuck your servant in a bathtub while music swirled around your head? 
And decadent was just what Jack felt right then. He felt capable of 
committing any sort of act what would heighten his own sexual enjoyment. 

Trudy sat back on her haunches, folding her legs under her, leaving her 
hands free to return the masterful strokes that her cunt was receiving. She 
knew from past sexual sessions just what her boss liked, and she wanted to 
hurry through the act so that it would be over quickly. 

Her slender fingers gripped the fat tool and ran along the length of it. 
Pulling and prodding in turn, Trudy made sure that the thick member was at 
its height. Then she lifted herself out of the water, sensing her own hot 
hole. Ignoring the flowing juices, she stepped from the tub for a second and 
bent over at the waist, aiming her ass upright at her boss' face. This was 
the only way he ever fucked her. 

Jack took a bottle of bath oil and spread a thick layer of gooey perfumed 
ointment over the extended area. The tickling fingers delved beyond the rim 
of the outstretched rectum, into the inner recess. There they slid fast into 
the opening. Trudy jiggled as she felt the hard jabs into her ass. Her 
humiliation was pushed aside as a pure feeling of lust began to construct 
itself into a recognizable pattern. Soon, she knew, she would be unable to 
control anything except her cunt, and that would require but little 
attention before spurting its full contents. 

But first, she had to have her master's wish fulfilled. First she had to 
meet the demands of that floating body in the tub.. Jack stopped applying 
the ointment and pushed himself up from the sucking motion of the water. A 
series of small whirlpools lapped at his form as it raised itself from the 
liquid. The man stood dripping in the full tub. 

He moved to the edge of the tub, and sat on the wide brim. His cock was 
shooting up from his lap like a pointed weapon, ready for the foray. He 
crooked a finger at Trudy who moved back, her ass still poised in the air. 
Jack bent forward to meet the approaching meat and sucked a small circle of 
flesh into his mouth. Trudy sucked in her own breath as a chill ran over her 
body. She settled back on her feet, letting her ass be fingered and sucked 
at by the man while her own hands smoothed oil over her belly and clit. The 
slippery ointment filled her crotch and she felt the oils collect all over 
her pussy and begin dripping between her legs. 

Jack circled the slim female waist with his hands, and pulled Trudy closer. 
The servant let herself be led further and further back until she was 
angling just above the hard knob of flesh that rose like a tent pole from 
her master's crotch. 

Then she was being directed right onto that fleshy point, having her 
ass-hole parted by the insistent flesh as it bent itself into her tight 
crack. Jack was shoving the slimy rod far into the warm rectum, letting it 
slip in the gooey oils. A strong smell of perfume rose from the ass-hole. 

Jack prodded the open receptacle, like a pounding hammer, sending erotic 
shock waves all along the inner fleshy walls. Trudy felt every pulsing 
motion deliver yet another shot to the building passion within her own body. 
She let her hands slip into her furry crotch and they began to finger her 
clit, slowly sliding along the hot slit with teasing motions. The ointment 
he had applied made the hole slippery, and Trudy felt her clit pulse in her 
hand. She loved the way the gooey stuff made it feel. 

It was like she was stuffed with a dildo. She longed for the real female 
experience, yet she knew that as long as she remained employed by her 
present boss she would have to settle for second best. His fingers began to 
dig more insistently at her hole, now, sending a stream of shivers along her 
spine. 

She was seated atop Jack's hard prick. The male organ was lodged far into 
her rear hole and he wiggled slightly, feeling it slap against her back 
wall. It was in as far as it could go, filling her full. 

But Jack wasn't convinced. He acted as if he wanted to tear the rectal area 
asunder with his pile-driving motions. Back and forth he rammed the cock, 
making it play freely inside the hidden recess. 

It had slipped into Trudy so easily as to surprise the servant. Usually it 
was much more of a problem to accept the hard organ. In past sessions, Trudy 
had felt each inch of the cock tear into her flesh, stretching it bit by bit 
as it made its way deeper, ever deeper into the dark tunnel. But this time 
it was a simple operation. It had merely slid hard and fast into the tight 
space, sliding along in the thick ointment. 

She was feeling the full pressure of the fat prick now. She moved her body 
back and forth, letting her cunt receive manual attentions while her rectum 
received the full blessings of Jack's hard rod. It wouldn't be long now, 
Trudy could tell. 

Whenever Trudy felt the tightness of her stomach increase to almost 
unbearable proportions, then a release was imminent. Soon, very soon, she 
knew that she would be able to complete the fingering that would match his 
fucking actions. 

At the same time, Trudy understood that her boss was reaching for a similar 
explosion deep in her rear end. If they could come at the same time, then 
Trudy knew her boss would be pleased. Otherwise he might not give so 
generously. Trudy was determined to stave off her own climax until the 
appropriate moment. 

It wouldn't be long in coming, and she knew she would have to really work at 
suppressing her innermost desires if she was to time it just right. If she 
wasn't careful she would spill the load before her master finished pumping 
white-hot cream into her ass. 

Trudy stopped fingering her own organ and concentrated on riding along her 
boss' prick. She moved slowly, and then increased the speed of her rising 
and falling motions. Her ass shimmied as if caught up in a vibrating 
machine. It shook so that the flesh flopped up and down on Jack's lap. 

Then Trudy felt the change begin. Jack was stiffening. His cock expanded 
even more and seemed ready to burst through the rectal wall and force its 
way into Trudy's belly. The servant hurried her motions now, getting caught 
up in the inevitable rhythm of the events that would carry her to final 
release. 

Jack swore lightly under his breath. His body perspired freely, and he felt 
large beads of sweat from on his face and begin to drip to his lap. Some of 
them slapped against the lesbian's back, that was poised in front of his 
face, and Jack bit the tight flesh as his cock began to shake with the 
roaring explosion of come. 

Trudy's belly churned, getting set to accept the promised flow. She knew 
that as soon as the hot come began filling her tight ass, she would be 
unable to control herself. Then she would be forced to spill her pent-up 
fluids in a grand spray. 

She felt it coming ... closer and closer to the surface. Jack screwed up his 
face, trying to feel every bit of the delicate contracting motions that 
Trudy was performing so masterfully on his cock. 

The woman spun faster and faster, creating a series of sucking motions on 
the wet lap. By now a steady stream of sweat was mingling with the perfumed 
bath-oils and every added bit of liquid made the slipping and sliding that 
much easier. Trudy's fingers flew along inside her hole, now, gripping the 
clit and then pinching the hard little thing as it filled vibrations in her 
hand. 

"Gaaaah ... Hnnn ... oh fuck ... move you bitch ... move." 

Jack lunged forward, nearly displacing Trudy from her position. He screamed 
again, as his come began to ooze into the thick-walled ass. His spreading 
cream filled the opening completely, managing to pile up wet and hot at the 
outer rim as well as crawl deep into the rear hole. A long shudder passed 
through them as they came together. 

Trudy's fingers were moving back and forth in her hole, drawing out all the 
energies that were deeply trapped. They rose to the surface like bubbles 
from the bottom of the sea, exploding like shock waves as they hit the air. 

Trudy swallowed her words, gargling them deep in her parched throat, as her 
cunt exploded. The thing sputtered to life with a shower of come. The 
spattering spill dripped over her legs and thighs and drooled along the edge 
of the tub to the bathroom floor. Trudy watched her spill collect on the 
tiles and realized that she would have to return later and clean the mess. 

But for now, what mattered was expending all her erotic charge. She wanted 
to wear down her lust-filled cream, letting the stored liquid flow freely. 
She pushed her legs together, squeezing the contents of her twat until she 
gave forth with renewed energy. He cunt shot again and again until every 
last drop was out. Then she slumped back against the male body behind her. 

Jack had happily filled the tight ass, and now as his cock became limp he 
let himself fall backwards until he plopped into the tub. 

A large splash of water covered his falling body, and cooled his high body 
heat. As he fell, he grabbed onto Trudy and pulled her in. They laughed as 
they scrambled back to the surface after their unexpected dunking. 

Their hearts still beat hard and fast, as their inner selves began to slowly 
calm down. 

Jack grabbed Trudy once more and slung his wide arms around her servant's 
body, drawing her into his bear-like grasp. Then he kissed the woman 
full-lipped, letting his tongue dig into the soft surprised mouth. Jack 
released his prey and smiled. 

Nodding low, the servant climbed from the tub and quickly shuffled from the 
room with her head lowered. She only hoped that it was all worth it. If only 
she would be suitably rewarded with her family. Then it would have been 
worthwhile. 

Jack sunk back beneath the water, letting his body relax. Now he didn't care 
when Nancy got home. It didn't matter, as long as she was there when he 
wanted her. 

But that would be some time. Trudy had done a fine job, even if she was a 
dyke and so long as she kept her hands off his girl. Jack closed his eyes 
and relived the just completed act, simply transposing it to the distant 
past, where he was a ruling god. It was perfect ... just perfect. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The day after the meeting, Tod ro comfortably. He had wisely allowed himself 
t sleep most of the morning, and if he hadn't had an appointment he would 
have complete the day in bed. Pot and hash were so much nicer than drinking 
alcohol. Every time he wok refreshed, having been stoned the night before he 
renewed his faith in the potent drugs. 

The few times he had allowed himself t become drunk had been horrid 
experiences. And worse than anything had been the hang-over that had pounded 
inside his skull the following day. Dope left no pain. Sleep obliterated all 
traces of the drug from his system, and he jumped from bed refreshed and 
ready to face whatever came his way. 

Mary remained in bed, smiling sleepily at him as he went to eat. Then he 
gathered a few cookies and gulped down a large glass of milk to wash the 
cookies down. He was all set. 

He left the apartment and headed across town to the meeting site. Once 
outside the appointed spot, he cased the joint. He was especially wary of 
counter-agents fearing that the place might be watched. Although his 
fantasies allowed him to see agents chasing other agents, and he knew that 
he was about to become implicated in their doings, he never for the life of 
him imagined the depth of involvement that would quickly come his way. 

The meeting was short and sweet. To his surprise, all his terms were agreed 
to. The contact man agreed to let him handle the information all the way to 
the top. He was frankly surprised at his willingness to come to terms. And 
he asked him why. 

"Well, our boss sees the youth end of this now you see? And he's smart 
enough to know that he needs some operators like you to cater to the trade. 
Kids'll trust you, know what I mean?" 

Tod nodded, expressing his understanding of the situation. It made sense to 
him, and he was glad to see that he was operating with such intelligent 
agents. Maybe he'll like it after all. 

Tod was set up the next day with a front operation, and the dope for cover 
started coming in fast and furious. He contacted all the people he used to 
deal to and offered them special introductory prices with information, 
explaining how they could talk enough to make their smoke free. He sold out 
his stock in two days, and when he asked for more, the organization man was 
quite surprised to see him. 

"You really do a job, don't you?" 

"Well, I always like to try my best. Besides, it's really easy. There's a 
sea of foreign kids out there, needing the stuff ... Besides, I have a good 
reputation, and if you keep getting me stuff, my information is bound to 
grow." 

"Yes, yes." 

On and on the circle went. He bought and sold pot like it was going out of 
style and at the end of the week, he'd traced more than his quota of 
information. He received a bonus for such good work, and felt his pockets 
bulge with green stuff. But he knew that he could have more of the same each 
week. There was nothing to it. And he had more time than ever for himself, 
and to spend with Mary. That's what it was all about, wasn't it? 

Mary was pleased with the amount of money he was making, and he began buying 
wonderful gifts and taking her to plays and movies twice a week. Whenever 
he'd come back to the apartment after a 'work' day, he'd explain how well 
he'd done, Mary would smile indulgently, while he told her of his best 
deals. 

So, the good life continued unabated for several months. All during the 
period, he began raking in the money and stockpiling it in a bank account. 
Since he'd had no income taxes to pay, the account grew rapidly, each entry 
in the small book adding substantially to his material worth. 

Then it happened. Tod, of course, didn't know what it was all about. All he 
understood was that his contact began delivering only half the usual amount 
of grass and hash, moaning that the Feds were demanding more information in 
exchange, making it hard to get stuff. Tod accepted his story at face value, 
not having any cause to doubt it. 

The most disturbing thing was that what pot was coming though was inferior 
in quality. It was the stuff that burnt like rough sandpaper and with which 
you needed a whole joint to get off. He got his first complaints, which he 
passed on to his contact. They were withholding information because of it. 

He sympathized with Tod, but complained that he could only bring him what he 
received, and that if he wanted to talk to someone else he'd arrange for a 
meeting. 

Meanwhile, he suggested to offer his customers some women. Tod refused, 
sticking to his guns about handling only grass and hash. He didn't believe 
in white slavery. 

"Suit yourself. I'll let you know when things change." 

Tod left the meeting feeling depressed. It seemed like his bubble had burst. 
It was hard to believe that the organization was unable to meet his demands, 
and that the stuff they could get was so inferior. 

Mary sympathized and cooled down his raging anger. Tod argued against fate, 
against the organization, against the government, in short, against anyone 
he could think of with even the remotest connection to his problem. 

"Maybe it'll pass. It's probably just a temporary problem." 

But he was wrong. 

The following week, the supply trickled down more. He was unable to meet 
even the standard that he had when he was dealing himself. Tod knew that he 
would be out of business completely in "another week if the present rate of 
decrease continued. He spoke once more with his contact, asking him what had 
happened to the meeting he was setting up. 

"Well, the big boys have been out of town lately, but I got word today that 
you can meet one of the top men tomorrow. Maybe he'll have some good news 
for you." 

He smiled and his capped teeth glittered for a brief moment. 

All that day Tod thought of possible solutions. His life-style had been 
briefly enriched by his foray into the agent business, but now all that was 
threatened. If what his contact said was true, he wouldn't get the supplies 
needed to keep his business alive. And he wouldn't be seeing any free dope, 
even to smoke. It was most distressing. 

The next day, Tod went further uptown than usual, to meet with the so-called 
second string. He lived on the edge of one of the city's toughest districts. 
Whores played openly in the daytime, and small, smut-filled book stores 
lined the avenues. 

Ignoring the lures of the flesh, Tod wandered towards his apartment, trying 
to reassure himself things would soon be changing for the better. He wanted 
to enter the talk with a positive outlook, to prove that he could handle any 
temporary problems without trouble. 

Tod rang the bell at the given time, and waited. Presently his contact man 
appeared on the other side of the glass door leading to a dimly lit flight 
of stairs. He motioned to him, and Tod followed him. They walked silently, 
single-file up the stairs to the fourth floor. Tod went first, and his 
supplier directed him until they came upon the proper door. He knocked and 
then knocked again. 

The door swung loudly open and Tod was pushed into the room. Then he heard 
the door click shut, and he looked around. Surprisingly, the room was 
furnished with some taste, and the interior was quite different from the 
shabby appearance outside. The room was pleasant in general. 

"Sit down, kid ... get comfortable." 

A middle-aged and worn-looking man from behind him was talking. 

"Thank you," Tod sat heavily, keeping a watchful eye on everything. 

"I understand you're doing a good job, downtown. That's good." 

"Well, I was doing OK, but then the dope dried up. Any chance of getting 
more stuff to trade?" 

The man rubbed a finger over his lined face. Then he turned to his contact, 
"I guess you've been told about the problem. like you know, the problem with 
grass and hash is the size of the stuff. We need a lot of information in 
exchange for it. 

"If anything, we expect it to get tighter for a while. Now that leaves us 
damn few alternatives. We can give up grass and hash altogether. Or, we can 
deliver your customers something else instead." 

His eyes lit up as he completed the sentence, and Tod thought he knew what 
was coming next. 

"Listen, son, you want to make some real money?" 

Tod nodded dumbly, afraid suddenly. What was he getting into? 

The man went on, "I can get you all the women you can push. And at a good 
price. It's easy to carry enough to turn on the city. Besides, the profit's 
much greater. You can triple your best earnings in a week. And once you get 
a customer using her regular, we'll sell you anything you want." 

His eyes danced in his head and he felt his stomach knot tighter and 
tighter. 

A pattern was beginning to appear. A pattern that was meant to force him 
into dealing dirty. He wanted no part of it, and almost blurted out his 
refusal, when the man held up a hand, cutting him off. 

"Before you say anything, let me tell you something. You're no longer an 
independent. When you accepted our money, you accepted our products. No two 
ways about it, you're implicated. Now, I have orders from my boss to branch 
out into other areas. I think you're the right man for the job. You play 
ball and I'll see that you get a quick promotion. You'll like the money, 
son. You really will. 

"Now, in two days I want you to meet the man in charge. He'll tell you all 
there is to know about dealing the women. I think after talking with him, 
you'll find it hard to refuse the offer. My friend here, will take you to 
his place. See you then." 

The meeting was suddenly over, and Tod was shown out of the apartment. A 
trembling sensation had rocked his gut, and he wanted to puke. He needed 
fresh air, to get away from the stench of corruption and evil minds that 
were closing in on him. 

Implicit in the offer of a new work deal, was a threat if he chose to 
refuse. Perhaps the cops would be told about him, and the whole affair 
ended. Or perhaps they would find it easier to use their own disposal 
methods. 

As much as he wanted to tell them to take their cruddy offer and shove it he 
was glad that he hadn't spoken his mind. Tod was still alive, and maybe the 
next meeting would give him a chance to re-establish himself in kids and 
soft drugs. If not ... what then? 

But in the apartment, he told Mary everything that had happened. She was 
worried. 

"Tod, get out now ... it's still not too late ... we can run away. They'll 
never bother you. You're too much of a small-time for them to chase." 

As she spoke, Tod couldn't help thinking that her lines, were, where the 
bad-guy, turned good guy, wants out, and his girlfriend urges him to run. 
But he felt obligated to stay and clean up the mess he started. 

Well he wasn't that brave or foolish, but he did feel that the time wasn't 
right to make an escape. Things weren't that desperate yet, and he still had 
hopes that the boss would give him what he wanted or let him go with no hard 
feelings. Besides, he wanted to meet this man who controlled all of New 
York's espionage. 

In two days, Tod was ready for the meeting. He wasn't so stoned as to lose 
control of his reasoning, but just high enough to make the prospect of the 
meeting pleasant. Everything had a rosy tint and he was glad to be meeting 
the high-powered man who was in charge. As Tod made his way to meet his 
supplier, he thought long and hard about the organization, and how it seemed 
to be run just like a large corporation. It was interesting that although he 
had some time back decided to never get involved in a corporate life, here 
he was, about to meet the 'chairman' of the board. 

He also knew that if he played his cards right, and did all the right 
things, he would leave the meeting better than he had entered. Maybe someday 
he could be the man in charge. He laughed at the thought and cleared his 
head. 

His contact ushered him into a cab and gave a swanky address uptown. Soon, 
after fighting the usual Manhattan traffic, they arrived in front of a large 
luxury building. 

In another moment they were riding up in the elevator and then, almost 
before his head had adjusted to the fact that he was actually going to meet 
the 'big boss,' they were stepping out of the open elevator car into a large 
richly appointed apartment. 

The place seemed deserted and so they sat waiting. The contact man fidgeted 
nervously, so he knew that the boss-man was probably someone with real 
power. Tod sat back, trying to look nonchalant about the entire affair, and 
all the while feeling his belly churn. It was hard to sit still. He kept 
looking over the furnishings, admiring the nice taste of the man who had 
picked out the well designed room. If nothing else, he would be a man of 
sophistication, and he grew anxious to met him. 

Just then, a back door opened and Tod caught his first glimpse of Mr. Jack. 
He was an imposing figure. His large anatomy was impressive. A pair of one 
hundred dollar pants, and silk shirt covered him. 

They stood and waited for Jack to ask them to sit. Only then did they dare. 

Jack sat opposite them and smiled warmly. He motioned for the contact to 
leave them alone to discuss the matters at hand, and as Tod was left behind 
in that large living room, an inexplicable emotion of fear and anguish 
crowded into his soul. He was terribly afraid. Even before Jack spoke to him 
directly, he felt that he had the power of life or death over him, and that 
he had better be careful. 

"Now, here we are. I see by my latest report that you have been offered a 
lucrative position with us. Have you decided to accept?" 

His smile was now tinged with a hard edge. Tod was almost afraid to answer. 

He stammered, losing his confidence. Why was he afraid? Finally he managed 
to blurt out that he wasn't ready to make a decision. Tod was still unsure 
of what it all entailed. He fingered his hair nervously, feeling very 
conspicuous in the elegant apartment, and wishing that he was back in his 
own surroundings, comfortable with Mary in their raunchy place. 

"Let me outline for you the advantages of accepting our offer. For one 
thing, you will become wealthy. And you will be assured of a well protected 
spot in our organization. As you must know, we protect our own." 

He stared hard into Tod's eyes and he knew that line contained another 
thinly-veiled threat. 

"Sir, excuse me ... but when I came into this business ... well, when I 
began, I only wanted to deal with non-habit-forming drugs so that I could 
get information without a guilty conscience. Now I have built up a fair 
trade, and everyone has made a profit, including whatever information gets 
back here to you." 

"Listen you smart-assed kid. Just what do you think this is, a bargaining 
session? I don't want to hear what you want. I'm not at all concerned with 
your wants and needs. All I care about is that my work gets done, and that 
means getting it however we can." 

He paused and looked down at his shoes. 

"It's as simple as that. It may seem a bit distasteful to you, but there are 
many people who want nothing more in life than their next fuck, and our 
business is to supply them. You are simply one small cog in a big wheel, my 
friend, and if you value the way you function, you will see the wisdom in 
our offer." 

There was no warmth in Jack's voice as he finished his talk. Tod knew that 
he meant business and that he was in trouble. 

Only he didn't know what trouble was until a few minutes of silence had 
passed and he struggled to regain his poise. He was about to speak, to 
somehow try again to fend off the offer, when another door opened and out 
walked the most gorgeous young girl he had ever laid eyes on. She was all 
tawny and sexy, too. 

Long legs and all and Tod turned to watch her swing her full hips across the 
room. There was a small discreet smile playing around her lips as she moved. 
He was almost sure she was smiling at him, and yet he knew that it would be 
somehow more than foolish to return that greeting. Tod moved back to Jack, 
but he was staring at the girl, too. 

Only his eyes were full of anger. He spit out some words, aiming them at the 
girl. 

"Nancy, what the hell do you mean by coming in here while I'm discussing 
business? Now get out." 

"But I was only trying to see what the weather was like. You know how hard 
it is to tell anything out my small window. And your room in always locked." 

Tod wanted to run to her and throw himself at her, begging her to allow him 
one touch, just one mortal moment. 

Everything that had come before was swept away by the gorgeous child called 
Nancy. He wanted to see more of her. He was determined to see her again. 
There had to be a way. Yet, he knew that his desires were fraught with 
danger, for she was undoubtedly Jack's girl. To court her, would mean to 
court his own downfall. 

Maybe even a daughter or niece of his. 

The girl continued to the window, and looked up at the sky and then far 
below to check out the traffic and pedestrians. She wore a tight-fitting 
long skirt of some silky material. As she bent, it flared open along one 
slit, and he caught a momentary glimpse of one rich thigh. 

Tod was lost in her beauty. The erotic melody in his soul sang forth and he 
was caught with a rising cock in his pants. Embarrassing, and potentially 
fatal. He covered his lap with his hands, hoping that Jack wouldn't notice. 
He kept his eyes glued to his girlfriend's round curves as she waltzed back 
across the living room. Then she was gone and the vision ended. 

Tod snapped back to attention, and Jack turned to him with a proud look on 
his face. It was the look of a man sure of his possessions, and happy with 
his power. 

"You must forgive the child. She should know better than to interrupt. I 
will have to teach her again." 

He smiled evilly, and Tod feared for the girl's tender skin. He wanted to 
protect her, to insure her safety, and yet he knew that he had better keep 
far away from her. 

"Well, my boy, have you made a decision?" 

He wanted an answer. No, he demanded one. 

There was only one response he could give. Because of the reality of the 
situation, and the fear for his own life, he was trapped into agreement. And 
there was the extra added attraction of maybe getting another chance to meet 
Nancy. Just maybe it would be worthwhile. 

"I guess I'll do it. I don't have much choice, do I?" 

"As you see, some things were just meant to be. I'm glad to welcome you into 
our little group. I will see to it that the girls get to you immediately. 
Good day. I will see you again, I'm sure. You must come to the next party I 
give." 

"I would be delighted." Tod answered quickly grasping at the chance to meet 
the girl once more. 

"Will you be so kind as to let me know." 

"Oh, yes." That was all. 

Tod left, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement. It was a new 
kind of life that he was joining, one where he would probably cause some 
people some bad times, but one where the high-powered stakes were real. 

Nancy glued her ear to the door of her bedroom long enough to hear Jack tell 
about supplying the hookers. All her suspicions were confirmed. She was 
indeed the mistress of a real spy. 

She was scared. She had also heard him tell the handsome youth about 
teaching her a lesson. That frightened her even more. 

When the front door shut and the elevator took the boy away, Nancy stepped 
back from her door, and walked to her closet, pretending to be looking for a 
dress. 

The bedroom door swung wide and Jack stood in the doorway. 

"Dumb bitch." 

His voice was full of venom, and he snaked his tongue out at Nancy. She 
whirled about, her arms full of clothes. 

"I'm not a dumb bitch. Don't call me that." 

Her face was red and angry, her eyes nearly filled with tears. She knew 
something dreadful was about to happen, exactly what wasn't clear. 

"When I say you're a dumb bitch, then you're a dumb bitch. Don't argue. You 
know better than to interfere when I'm talking business. Don't ever do that 
again!" 

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what it was like outside." 

"Being sorry isn't enough. You'll have to learn. And you'll have to pay for 
your mistake." 

Jack menaced her, moving closer. 

Nancy backed up until she was flush against the closet full of costly 
clothes. Jack pressed on, nearing the quaking girl. He raised a hand high 
over her head and smacked it down sharply on her face. 

She cringed and gasped under the sudden attack. She fell to her knees and 
dropped the clothes. A rack of things fell over her, covering her bowed 
head. 

Jack ripped them aside, and dragged the girl to her feet. Then he shoved her 
roughly towards the bed. 

"Get undressed and lay down on your belly. I'll teach you a hard lesson. One 
you won't readily forget" 

He began undoing his wide leather belt and rolling it over his hand. 

Nancy shuddered as she crawled up on her bed. She was sobbing into her hands 
now and her entire body was shaking with fear. 

"Get undressed I said." 

Jack smacked the belt against the bed, and 

Nancy jumped as the noise sounded loud and harsh. 

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons to her blouse. Once it was undone, Jack 
leaned over and ripped it away. It came away in his hands, and Nancy felt 
her skin tingle. Then she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. 

"The skirt too. Hurry." 

Jack's voice was getting raspy and his tone was souring. He wanted her to 
get going, so that he could begin the punishment she deserved. It had been a 
long time since Jack had beaten anyone. Now once again he would have a 
chance to test his aim and strength. 

Nancy's long legs came into full view as the skirt was unwrapped. Her 
bikini-panties were stripped away, and her pubic hairs gleamed. 

Jackwas near the bed, the strap rising and falling against his palm while he 
waited for Nancy to poise her tender back. 

"Turn over." 

His voice was more gruff than ever, and Nancy hurried. Although this was her 
first punishment at Jack's hands, she knew what to expect. He would pound 
the message of obedience into her. He would attempt to show her the error of 
her ways by beating her until she bled. 

But Nancy knew she could stand it. The pain would be hard, but through it 
all she was now sure that she would find a way to escape. His beating would 
only force that resolution deeper into her consciousness, giving it ground 
to spread its roots. 

Each time that she submitted to another of Jack's increasingly sadistic 
sexual acts, she thought about breaking away and finding a more personal 
relationship. But she had stuck it out so far. Now, lying prone on her 
belly, her ass riding high, and her head sunk far into her soft pillow, once 
again thoughts of leaving swirled through her active mind. 

Jack was ready to begin. The belt snapped together once more in his hands, 
and then with a sudden ringing motion, slapped on Nancy's bare shoulders. 

The smacking sound reverberated in Nancy's ears as she cringed under the 
sharp pain. Another blow rained down on her other shoulder. Now a deep 
biting agony swept along her neck beginning at both shoulders and colliding 
at the brain. A dull headache followed in its wake, leaving Nancy sinking 
further into the silence of the pillow. 

She opened her mouth, but stopped herself from screaming. Somehow she felt 
that to scream would invite even more terrible danger than she was now in. 
Somehow, her noises of anguish would ignite some dark terrible sadistic 
pleasure in Jack and he would most likely beat her senseless. But at least 
she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had hurt her. 

"You see ... I warned you ... and now, I must teach you." 

Each phrase was punctuated by another wallop. Each belt mark left a red 
indentation in Nancy's flesh, making it tingle with the gathering pain. 

Jack moved closer to the bed and aimed his blows, lower and lower on the 
small of her back. Nancy raised her ass, trying almost to spin away from the 
racking pain. But, Jack knelt on her back for an instant, driving his hard 
knee into the spine, grinding it in. Nancy nearly passed out from the 
pressure. But still, she kept her wits and her silence. She was brave. 

Then Jack was back hitting her. He was still trying to teach her a lesson, 
and he interspersed his blows with little lectures on correct behavior. 
Nancy concentrated on the, course that her agony was taking through her 
body, and didn't hear the talk at all. It was as if Jack's method of 
ingraining his small points was in itself making it impossible for those 
same points to get across. 

Of course he knew nothing of this. 

Completely wrapped up in his sadistic torture, he lowered the belt and began 
using his hands on Nancy's ass. He slapped and dug his nails into her flesh. 
Nancy groaned into the pillow. 

Jack was panting. His face was red, and his hands stung from the beating 
they were delivering. Sweat poured on his forehead, and dripped into his 
eyes. 

He wiped away the perspiration and connected again with his harsh hands. 
Nancy jumped as the blows picked up speed. Her belly was swimming in a sea 
of sweat, and her sheets were soaked with sweat. Small streams of it 
trickled all along her back-side, making their way to the bed. Jack stopped 
his attack long enough to dip a finger in the substance and watch it drip 
down onto the palm of his hand. He looked down at the tortured girl and 
slowed his beating. 

By this time, Nancy had nearly passed out. Her head was spinning with the 
incredible pain, and her stomach vibrated from the churning motion that 
settled in. It was a strange mixture of pain and something else, she 
couldn't explain. 

Jack stopped his beating and quickly stripped away his clothes. Now he 
wanted to screw the whimpering girl, to drive home the point that she was 
his to command. 

He had to be sure that she understood her proper place in the household, and 
never stepped out of line again. Even though he genuinely liked Nancy, the 
discipline was a necessary addition to her learning process. And the fuck 
would top that off. 

Roughly, he spun Nancy over onto her back. She cried out uncontrollably as 
her torn back met the sweat-filled sheets. It was like salt on her wounds, 
and the pain built higher. Still, there was a tinge of something more than 
pain hiding among the agony. 

She didn't recognize it at all until she gathered her strength enough to 
open her eyes. Then, as she saw Jack's full cock wagging dangerously in 
front of her face, she knew the undefined element was sex. 

There was a definite sexual quality about the way Jack had attacked Nancy, 
and now it made sense to her. The man was truly perverted. He would stop at 
nothing to complete his growing sexual appetite. 

Maybe when he tired of her, he would have her fucked to death while he 
watched. She was through it all now. 

There was nothing left for her to do except submit to his forceful nature. 
But when the chance for freedom came her way, she was determined to grab it 
and run. 

Now all she could do was accept the ultimate degradation. After having been 
beaten, she was forced to let this man make love to her. 

She hated him. It was all settled in her weary mind. Nancy would leave as 
soon as possible. She had to think it out very carefully. It would take some 
time, but she would leave. And she'd find a way to hurt him when she did. 

Jack was ready. He towered above her. His cock was at the tip of her cunt, 
nearly free from it. Then he roared aloud as he slammed in. And again. 

Back and forth the screaming hot cock made its way into her damp twat. It 
soaked her everywhere, spilling out as Jack rode up and down. Small amounts 
of come made their way to her inner chamber, filling her to the brim. There 
was no affection in the delivery. Only pain and intended hurt. 

Jack laughed coarsely as he delivered his cock-load. Nancy accepted it, 
giving back nothing in return. 

At least she had been able to hold back her own climax. That was all she 
could deny him now. But in the future she'd learn to deny him all. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Soon Tod was back in business. Only his customers changed. Now they were 
deviates needing women. Most of them decided to forego pot altogether, 
rather than get involved in both. Tod admired their taste, but went on 
offering both goods to anyone who wanted them. 

Pretty soon, Tod began to build up a new clientele. He was surprised to see 
some young people take an interest in kinky sex, and although he was willing 
to sell to them, to line his own pockets, Tod wondered to himself, why they 
felt the need to get off like that. Maybe it was because they hated someone, 
or themselves. 

Whatever the reason, hung-up men began to seek him out. The kinky women 
began to move as fast as the pot and hash had ever done. He was in up to his 
ears in information and pocketing the cash. But he still had his fears and 
doubts, and he often expressed them to Mary. At the same time, he felt 
trapped. 

Tod remembered the hidden threats that were placed before him by Jack, and 
he continued dealing. Every time he thought of Jack he thought of his 
girlfriend. Her beauty filled his mind, and at night, even after a session 
with Mary, he found himself wondering what her body felt and tasted like. 

He wanted to have her and eat her up. She was like a forbidden sweet, and 
every day she became more and more delectable. 

Tod hadn't thought about his determination to lead a 'good' life for some 
time now, and whenever flashes of philosophy would invade his mind, he 
managed to over-ride them and go on with his self-preserving activities. The 
more he had to deal with the underground, the more he was sure that he would 
be dead if he tried to get out before his time. He had heard of a few old 
ones retiring, but never before they were bosses, and never before old age. 
Tod had a long way to go. 

Mary and Tod had become somewhat more distant. His business had spilled over 
into their house. Tod didn't like using the place for that, but from time to 
time it was necessary to service a good customer. 

Tod knew that Mary especially disliked it, and although she never came out 
and said anything every time a beaten man stumbled out, she looked at Tod as 
if to say, "No more." 

Their sex life suffered from pressures. There were two or three times in the 
ensuing months when Mary and Tod were locked in a fiery embrace when there 
was a knock on the door, and Tod lost his hard-on. Even he became visibly 
upset at such times, but he always relented, afraid that he might lose a 
good customer. 

Then, when he learned that one of his best customers had died from a 
beating, he was shocked into reconsidering his position. Was he a party to 
his murder? If he had refused to sell him the girl, he would have had a bad 
day, or a bad week, but he'd still be alive. I guess that was naive, as he'd 
probably have found another source for his much needed pain. 

But Tod couldn't help wondering if he was at fault. He told Mary about it, 
and all she could do was tell him it wasn't his fault, and ask if he hadn't 
expected it to happen sooner or later. Tod admitted that at first the 
thought had occurred to him, but then as time progressed with nothing bad 
being reported, he felt more secure. Now that illusion had been shattered 
and he knew exactly what kind of a dirty business he was in. 

The organization didn't care if a contact died. As long as they had been 
paid with information beforehand. They knew that as long as the merchandise 
was available, suckers would try it. And they'd keep coming back for more 
and more. 

Tod was depressed. He was at a dead end. Here he was working hard to make 
money, while his efforts potentially murdered people. And then he began 
thinking again about the promises he had made himself about living the 
simple life, and avoiding all the kinds of involvements he now found himself 
in. Maybe it was time to make some new decisions. And maybe now, since the 
killing, it would be possible to make some rather important changes in his 
lifestyle, ones that he had been avoiding for too long. 

Tod didn't say anything to Mary, but each night in bed he began mulling over 
his position, trying to figure a way out of the mess he had fallen into and 
it seemed hopeless. Yet he knew that he could do it if he studied the 
situation hard and long enough. 

He would have to proceed slowly and carefully, not telling anyone what he 
had in mind. Then, when he had a plan figured out he would put it in motion 
alone. He knew he could never take Mary along. She would simply be in too 
much danger, and that would be no way to repay her for all the time they had 
spent together. 

His mind was settled. He would get out somehow. Until he did, he would play 
the game, saving all the cash he could for use in the ultimate getaway. 

Days later, the invitation came to Jack's party. Tod had forgotten about the 
verbal invitation until his contact delivered a formal announcement. It was 
to be a formal affair. The name on the invitation was his and he wondered 
about bringing Mary. His contact suggested that he come alone. The boss was 
very careful about who got in ... he didn't like strangers, even female 
ones. 

At nine o'clock Tod was ringing the button to Jack's apartment. As Tod 
arrived in his lavish apartment, he thought it was somewhat strange that 
there was so little noise, and as he looked about he realized that he was 
alone. 

"Hello, you're bright and early, aren't you? I'm Nancy." 

It was a dream. He couldn't believe his eyes. She held a strange power over 
his body, and he struggled to make small talk. 

"Well ... yes, I do seem to be early. I guess I took the invitation a bit 
too seriously." 

Tod smiled foolishly. Nancy motioned him to sit. 

He followed her advice and clung to a brown leather chair, feeling his skin 
get clammy beneath his suit. He felt a mess. He was under-dressed and felt 
out of place ... Nancy was stunning, in an outfit that clung to every curve. 
Her long legs shot out from the split front and her neck-line plunged 
dangerously low, revealing the tops of her breasts. 

Tod couldn't stop staring, and yet he knew he had to gain control of his 
emotions. If he didn't, and the girl's boy-friend entered the .room, he was 
a dead duck. Tod even felt funny being alone with her, though they were far 
apart on opposite sides of the large room. 

Nancy came closer, and the smell of her filled his head. He felt 
light-headed, and almost dizzy. The perfumed girl created an inner turmoil 
in his gut. 

"Jack will be ready in a few minutes. He's just finishing his bath." 

Nancy smiled and her perfect teeth gleamed at him. He wanted to open that 
mouth and thrust his tongue down her throat, and suck on her tongue, making 
her respond to his fever. 

He wanted her badly. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. 
The mere proximity of her made his cock expand. He couldn't help it. His 
cock rose like it was on her cunt, rubbing his head against the inside of 
his tight pants. If he had to stand, it was all over. 

"Your face looks familiar." 

She was staring hard into his eyes and the look wilted his brains. 

"Uh, yes. Uh ... one day a short while ago, I was here discussing business 
with the boss, and you came through the room, trying to check the weather. I 
remember that he wasn't too happy with you." 

Tod tried to smile, but froze as he saw her reaction to that bad memory. 

"Yes ... I remember the day." 

Nancy frowned, thinking back to the beating she had received. Since then her 
thoughts of escape had matured, and although she still hadn't conceived a 
worthy plan, she knew for sure that she was going to get away somehow. 

"I hope I didn't cause you any grief." 

Tod wanted to find out more about Nancy. He wanted to burrow into her secret 
life and discover all her loves. Then he would attempt to provide all the 
things that kept her happy, claiming her undivided attention for his own. He 
needed her. 

Even though he knew he was up against a tough bastard, Tod wanted to steal 
his girl. It was more than a want, more than just a sexual urge. It was 
somehow all those things plus some. It was a love that transcended anything 
that he had ever felt. Although he had no reason to hope that she returned 
his love, he was bound and determined to test her. 

"No ... you didn't cause me any trouble at all. Just tell me your name, and 
what you'd like to drink." 

Her amiable nature surfaced once more and she crossed to the bar. Tod 
watched her walk, getting his eyeballs stuck on her swinging ass, feeling 
his scalp itch and his cock begin pulsing as her behind swayed. Was she 
walking that way on purpose, or was it his imagination? 

"I'll have a scotch, I guess. I'm not really much of a drinker. Maybe I can 
help you get them." 

"No. Let me play hostess. I don't get the chance very often." 

She glanced over her shoulder at him and then paid full attention to the 
drinks. Tod thought he spotted a moment of remorse in her voice, and he 
hoped that she was unhappy with Jack. That would make his job so much 
easier. 

"Did you help decorate the apartment. I think it's very beautiful." 

"No ... Jack did it himself. He picked out everything here. Everything!" 

There was more than a hint of unhappiness in that statement and Tod was sure 
he had a chance. At least he was on the right track. She could be persuaded 
to get interested. 

The drinks came back, and Nancy with them. Tod's pants were still full of 
hard cock, so he only rose part-way from his seat to accept the scotch. He 
sipped it silently, feeling the hard liquor burn his throat and warm his 
gullet. He was very unused to drinking, and knew that more than one such 
drink would do him in for the night. 

He had to be very careful and not get drunk, or else he might lose himself 
to his passions. That would be fatal. It would be hard enough to make this 
chick, without endangering his life in her boyfriend's apartment to boot. 

Nancy sat opposite him and crossed her legs. They angled out and he let his 
gaze fall on them, carrying his look up her skirt and to the promise of soft 
female thighs. Just as he let his eyes look hard for the white skin, he knew 
was hidden in that tight nook, locked between her crossed legs, Nancy 
shifted. He saw the flesh. It was as if she had opened up expressly for him. 
It was just as quickly, the threat was gone, and her legs were clamped shut 
again. 

But it had been enough. Tod watched her face, as she drunk. She betrayed no 
emotions, but he imagined a smile playing with the corners of her lush 
mouth. He wanted it to be there, to signal to him that she knew his game and 
wanted to play. He hoped it was so. 

"Nancy, do you expect many people tonight?" The sound of her name falling 
from his lips made him shudder. It was a sweet simple name, one he would 
never mind saying over and over in her ear, whispering it between endearing 
terms of love. If only he could get that chance. Tod knew he'd have to make 
his own opening. 

"Oh, there should be quite a few. I'm afraid I won't know most of them. Jack 
keeps me pretty much in the dark as to his business friends. I only know 
most of them by sight." Nancy sounded lonely. 

"I'll talk with you. You know me. Oh, by the way, I'm Tod." 

Tod extended a hand in greeting, wanting the chance to touch her skin. 

Nancy accepted and closed her slim hand over his. It was like he was 
touching silk, as her gentle shake made itself felt. Tod didn't want to let 
go. He must have held on for a second more than necessary, because she 
finally pulled back. Tod dropped her small hand. 

She looked up at him, and he knew she had realized. Her eyes alternated 
between pleasure and fear. Tod knew she wanted him to stay close, and 
perhaps touch her again, this time more meaningfully. But she was afraid and 
rightfully so. For at any moment Jack might appear. 

Tod stood, trying to hide his hard pole, but Nancy couldn't help seeing it, 
and her hands shot to her mouth, suppressing a wonderful giggle. Her face 
radiated and then flushed. 

Tod walked behind the chair, trying to conceal this vibrating cock and 
hoping it would calm down before Jack appeared. Yet he was very glad that 
Nancy had seen the way he felt. 

Tod was sure she could understand his bodily needs, and he stood staring at 
her in the silent room He felt his blood rising. It was too much to hope 
that she would return his interest, and yet she did seem more and more to 
watch his moves, as if trying to figure out if she could trust him. 

The growing intimacy was shattered abruptly, as Jack shot into the room. 

It was as if he had hoped to catch them in some compromising position. Tod 
guessed he was disappointed to find them separated by a good deal of space 
and a few pieces of furniture as well. His sudden appearance made Tod's cock 
recede to its normal size and shape. He was grateful. 

Jack was decked out in a black dinner jacket. 

"Hello, young man. How are you?" He was all smiles. 

Tod walked to greet him, and shot out his hand. It was caught in his 
powerful vise and Tod thought three fingers would crack before he let go. 

"I'm fine, sir, how are you?" Tod replied "Oh, O.K. I guess." 

He moved to stand next to Nancy. Then he sat, sliding his body next to her. 
Tod wanted to grab her from his reach, but didn't dare. 

"Has Nancy been taking care of you? I see the other guests haven't arrived 
yet. I gather they'll be along any moment now." 

He grinned at Nancy and Tod saw a hand sneak down to her thigh and squeeze. 

Nancy grinned back at him through pained teeth. He was still grasping her 
and Tod was helpless to come between them. The bastard, he was convinced 
that he was hurting her for Tod's benefit. Sort of a way to establish 
territorial rights. Tod was impressed, but not enough to stop desiring 
Nancy. He was more determined than ever to have her as his own. 

Nancy was thinking through her rising pain. The hard hand was stopping the 
circulation in her thigh and she felt her leg begin to grow numb. She moved 
closer to Jack, and pretending to kiss his ear, pleaded her cause to her 
tormentor. 

It was successful, and Jack relinquished his hold and sat up straight. Tod 
had a self-satisfied smirk over his face and he wanted to smash through it 
to wreck his mouth. 

Tod hated him. He knew it was his orders that had made him begin the sale of 
women, and it was his pressures that made it so hard for Tod to get away. 
And it was his girl that yearned for release from her horrible bondage. 

And it was Jack's body that stood in the way of what he pictured as their 
mutual happiness. 

Nancy let similar thoughts whirl in her brain. She was tired of being a 
showpiece, a piece of property. She was tired too of belonging to this man 
and wanted a younger one. She was sure that Jack was the number one man in 
these parts in the operation, and that all the orders and money filtered 
through his hands. 

Those were the same hands that had beat her, and the same ones that roamed 
over her body when they pleased, with or without her consent. It didn't 
matter anymore. All that mattered was getting away. All that counted was 
making sure that she was gone one day, leaving his apartment and his life. 

Maybe this Tod guy was to be her means of salvation. It was just a thought, 
but she thought she was able to discern some measure of hatred in the 
handsome youth's eyes. And he was young enough to make her sexually 
fulfilled, and mentally alert enough to provide her with needed stimulation. 
If he hated Jack half as much as she did, then he'd be able to help. She 
decided to check it out carefully. 

The bell rang and Jack went to greet the guests. As they stopped at the 
door, Nancy and he both stood in anticipation of arrivals. The car was full 
of men, their tired faces telling how hard they had worked at living, and 
how unhappy their insides must be. They were the top, and as Tod watched, he 
knew he was doing the right thing by getting out now. 

All the risks would be worth it, if he were able to avoid the unhappiness 
and wasted lives that showed on the men's faces. Their women were unhappy 
too. Although they chatted loudly and their laughter echoed, Tod saw the way 
they looked at Nancy, envying her still beautiful body and her long hair 
that cradled her youthful face. 

The party was under way, now, and Tod nodded briefly to the few men who 
bothered to acknowledge his presence. His eyes were constantly roaming the 
crowd for a glimpse of Nancy. First she made the rounds on Jack's arm, 
playing the housepet, until everyone understood that she was his property 
alone. 

Then she circled the room alone, finally coming up to Tod, asking if his 
drink was O.K. Tod smiled warmly and told her it was fine. She returned his 
smile and spoke in a low tone. 

"Looks like you're bored. That won't do. Not at Jack's party. That won't do 
at all. What would cheer you up?" 

"Having you in my arms." 

It was a desperate gamble, but one he knew he had to take. 

The effect was telling. Nancy stumbled a step back and almost turned red. 
But she controlled herself and laughed gently. She had recovered remarkably, 
and now was talking slowly, as if carrying on a normal inane conversation. 

"Listen ... be careful. Don't ever say that to me here again. It'll get you 
in trouble. All I can bring you is trouble. I've seen you watch me. Don't 
let Jack catch you, or he'll get rid of you. I know." 

"I know too, Nancy. But I need you. Can't you tell?" 

"This is foolish, and I won't lose you because of it." 

She turned to move away. Tod tried one last thing. 

"When can I safely see you?" 

She stopped and whispered urgently. 

"In two days I'm going shopping. Noon at Goodman's." 

Then she was gone. Tod didn't even know which entrace to meet her at, but he 
knew that he'd find her. 

The crowd closed in and she was out of sight. For the rest of the night Tod 
studiously avoided watching her, concentrating instead on the men. He was 
fascinated by the way they maneuvered through the loud party, always somehow 
able to laugh at Jack's bad jokes and pamper his wishes while keeping an 
eagle eye on their women. 

It would be difficult breaking free of this crowd, with their tight security 
and their honor at stake. No one got away with knowledge. But there was 
always a chance. The excitement built in his stomach as he thought about it. 

The party grew louder. Kisses were the order of the day, and Tod was 
smothered in a sea of male and female faces, all kissing each other like 
they were one big happy family. And he guessed they were. Only he was ready 
to cut out of it. 

Tod saw Jack kissing all the available women. Not one man minded as the boss 
lingered long at each body, sending his hands over the female flesh, 
pinching and squeezing as he laughed. Tod was disgusted by the fawning men. 
They didn't even have the guts to stand up to him. 

Then Nancy was somehow at Tod's side, and he kissed her. A quick flick of a 
tongue played at his throat and then she was gone. It was a great beginning, 
and Tod made a resolution to be away from all this as fast as possible. He 
hoped that he would be able to keep that promise. 

The day dawned clear and bright. It was the day after the party, and the 
world was promising. Tod had taken a day off from his dealing to rest. Now 
he was awake in bed, watching the dawn creep up over the city. Mary was 
beside him, her head under the pillows. She always slept that way, buried up 
to her neck, trying to shut the noised from her ears. 

Tod smiled inwardly at her, peaceful and content in her slumber. There 
seemed no way to reach through her calm exterior, and put his troubles upon 
her. Not even if he had wanted to. 

Of course, he didn't want to trouble her, or to make her more anguished than 
his every day dealings had done. And he was quite sure that they had put her 
up-tight for a long while. Why, or how she put up with him was something 
he'd never be able to explain. 

Tod guessed she really loved him. It was funny, although they had never used 
that word in any of their frantic sexual scenes, he could feel her warmth 
and inner longings boiling up to him more and more. Even though she had 
never said it out loud, Tod could tell that her true feelings were those of 
love. He felt sorry for her. 

It wasn't that he didn't care for Mary. On the contrary. He cared deeply, 
but it wasn't love. 

Tod knew what love was like now. It was what he felt for Nancy. It was a 
deep driving force that even in the early morning hours, was working on his 
insides. It was the force that was about to make him keep a dangerous 
rendezvous in mid-town with her. 

What if she were being followed? What if Jack's men kept her in constant 
check, and after he met her and talked with her, Tod was picked up? These 
fears worked against the swelling excitement that he felt whenever he 
thought about Nancy. 

Tod caught a cab right in front of the apartment and told him he had to get 
to the store in a hurry. They sped through the winding traffic, fighting to 
meet the changing lights. Tod was glad when they saw the right street 
looming ahead, and he was early. 

Tod paid him, and left a good tip. Thanking him profusely for making such 
good time. He stepped from the cab. Then he was off, ready to meet his 
delightful new love. 

Tod walked to the store in a hurry, eager to check out all the entrances for 
the most likely spot. Somehow he felt he'd be able to tell where she'd wait. 

And then he saw her standing there, beautiful. 

"Jack's been replaced," she said. "Don't ask questions. I was told that I'd 
be better off knowing nothing. And, after looking at the guys who told me, I 
believe it. 

"They gave me enough money to last two people for quite some time. Are you 
still interested?" 

"Did they give you enough money to score some good dope?" 

"Yes. And the right connections." 

"What are we waiting for? We've got lots of smoking and lots of fucking to 
catch up on. After that we'll talk."
