A Lesson For Linda
by Valerie Benson 


FOREWORD 

Loss of innocence may be a literary theme as old as the written word itself, 
but Valerie Benson, author of A Lesson For Linda, gives it a new twist. To 
be sure, Linda Beach, the heroine, is an innocent young girl sheltered from 
the harsh realities of the world, but unlike other classical innocents, she 
is not forcibly initiated into sex. She is more than ready for it, in fact, 
except for the restraints of her overactive conscience, which reflect her 
puritanical upbringing. 

A secretary with a highly-rated legal firm, her first love affair occurs 
with the firm's junior partner, handsome thirty-four year old Lou Stevenson. 
It is an office romance which turns sour sour, Linda thinks, because she has 
not willingly submitted herself to Lou's advances, her puritanical 
conscience having prevented her from doing so. As a result, Lou subsequently 
regards her as a mere child and eventually becomes engaged to a worldly 
socialite more of his social caliber than his teenage secretary. 

Embittered by this rejection, Linda seeks solace by signing up for a two 
week vacation in Paris with a local travel agency. What she doesn't know is 
that she has unwittingly been assigned as seat-mate to a lecherous Texas 
millionaire with a decided hang-up for innocent young girls. Neither does 
she know that the charter flight she had chosen is rather special-special in 
the sense that it caters exclusively to uninhibited "swinging singles" 
types. 

The young secretary thus receives a broadening experience in a sense 
entirely different from what she has expected. In a matter of a mere two 
weeks, her personality undergoes a drastic change from sheltered virgin to 
sophisticated woman of the world. 

It is the way in which this change takes place that makes A Lesson For Linda 
such interesting reading. For here we find a novel with such stunning 
psychological insights that it lifts everyday problems high above the level 
of diurnal banality into the realm of true literature. The loss of innocence 
is truly elevated to a lofty psychological level, and in the end the reader 
will sympathize with the heroine as a flesh-and-blood human being rather 
than as a pasteboard figure from the writer's imagination. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The moment Lou Stevenson emerged from his office, Linda Beach, his 
attractive redheaded secretary, could feel a deep blush coloring her face. 
She hated herself for acting like .such a simple teen-ager, but there was no 
way to disguise her feelings for the tall, athletic-looking lawyer. She 
turned to jelly every time he spoke to her, as he was about to do now. 

"Linda, I've got a problem," Stevenson announced in his jovial way as he 
approached her desk. 

She tried to force the crimson color from her cheeks, but it was a useless 
effort. 

"I ... I'll see what I can do," the nineteen year old secretary could only 
stammer, avoiding her employer's eyes. 

"It's this damn wedding invitation list. It keeps on snowballing, and I 
don't know half the addresses of these people that Marjorie put on here..." 

Immediately her heart sank. What nerve! Giving me the guest list for his 
wedding, she thought bitterly to herself. Does he have to add insult to 
injury by getting me involved in this ... especially after what's happened 
between us? 

"I've got the names of people in the Philadelphia area checked off in red. 
Do you think you could look up their addresses in the phone book? I know 
it's a chore, but..." 

Linda found herself staring straight ahead as the young lawyer's voice 
seemed to drone off in the distance, but finally she snapped to her senses. 

"Yes," she said. "I'll see what I can do." 

"Good kid," Lou smiled, patting her condescendingly on the shoulder and 
placing the papers atop a neatly stocked pile by her typewriter. He then 
disappeared back into his office, leaving her alone with her 
memories-memories which were as vivid as though the event had taken place 
just the day before. Her mind traveled rapidly back to a night in the office 
two months ago... 

It was six-thirty, and she had just finished typing an important brief for a 
tax case Lou was working on. He was pacing up and down, his shirt sleeves 
rolled up, his tie loosened at the collar. 

"Almost finished?" he said. "Just one more sentence and then we're through." 
Quickly, she hammered out the last line, unrolled the sheet of paper from 
her typewriter and handed it to him. 

"Good, it looks great, Linda. If we win this case we're in for a lot of 
money ... How about dinner tonight? It's on the company." 

He said it so offhandedly, she was flabbergasted. 

"W ... why, I'd love to," she recovered herself. 

"Good. I know a nice little French restaurant in Society Hill. We'll go 
there and have a couple of drinks afterward somewhere, okay?" 

"Great," Linda agreed. "It sounds like fun." She tried to be as casual as 
possible, but deep inside she felt a growing excitement, butterflies 
churning wildly in her stomach. She had never dreamed she would be going out 
socially with Lou Stevenson, even if it was "on the company". 

The restaurant turned out to be a small, intimate place with wood-beamed 
ceilings and red-checked cloths spread over the tables, and Lou handled 
himself so suavely that the young secretary began to think the scene was 
part of a movie rather than a real event. He ordered the most expensive 
items on the menu in French and even a bottle of five year old wine which 
the two of them finished before dessert was served. By the time dinner was 
over she felt almost giddy, but Lou seemed very understanding. 

Smiling he reached across the table and placed his hand over hers. 

"You know something, I like you. You're a very nice person. And I hope you 
like working at the office. You've been there almost a year now." 

"Yes," Linda admitted. "I do enjoy working with you and Mr. Bauer very 
much." 

"Good, I'm glad. Did you know that Mr. Bauer was one of the most famous 
criminal lawyers in the country at one time?" 

"No, really? I had no idea!" 

"Well, he was," Lou said. "He was a fine lawyer but he never made enough 
money for himself. I'm trying to change that now. There's not too much money 
in criminal law, for the simple reason that most criminals aren't very rich. 
If I have my way, Bauer and Stevenson will be one of the best tax law firms 
in the country." 

The way he talked about money, Linda couldn't help but be reminded of her 
father. Her father, who was a foreman in an electronics plant, was 
constantly complaining about not having enough money, but was never doing 
anything about it. He seemed to have pinned all his financial hopes on his 
two sons and his daughter. 

"Linda, you go and find yourself a rich lawyer for a husband," he would say 
to her over and over again. "It doesn't matter what he looks like. Even an 
ugly rich lawyer is better than none." 

"Yes, father," she would respond automatically, realizing that the 
conversation had become an empty ritual. Now, though, as she listened to Lou 
Stevenson talking, Linda noted the difference. He had definite plans to 
become wealthy, and once he set his mind on it, he would get what he wanted. 
It was his energy and drive which made him so different from anyone else she 
knew, and which made her admire him so much. 

"I'm boring you, aren't I?" Lou said apologetically. "After hours we should 
just forget about what goes on in the office." 

"No, really, I'm not bored at all," she objected. 

"Well that's good to hear ... Look, I have an idea, if you're up for it. 
What do you say we go back to my place for drinks?" 

"I ... I don't know," Linda said haltingly. "I mean, I'm not sure if we 
should." 

"Don't worry, it's all right," he reassured her. "I don't live far from 
here, and I'll give you a ride back. You're not engaged, are you?" 

"No..., " Linda admitted, without thinking twice about the strange question, 
for her mind was already made up. "All right then. But just for a little 
while." 

Lou Stevenson lived ten minutes away by cab in what must have been one of 
the most expensive apartment buildings in downtown Philadelphia. A 
thirty-story structure located on one bank of the Schuylkill River, it 
overlooked the famous Art Museum and the old wooden cottages along boathouse 
row. As they entered the building, a uniformed doorman greeted Lou by name 
and showed them to the elevator, which quickly whisked them up to Lou's 
apartment. What a beautiful view, Linda thought to herself as she entered 
and strolled across the living room to a large picture window. 

It was ten o'clock and the whole city stretched below her, illuminated by a 
string of lights like a carnival or circus of some sort. How wonderful it 
would be to live in a place like this, she thought to herself ... so high 
above everything else that you could just look down on it as though it were 
a painting, as though you were on top of the world. 

"Come on, sit down," she could hear him calling her. "I made us some 
drinks." 

Turning away from the window, she saw that he had already settled himself 
comfortably on a thickly-padded white leather couch. He'd discarded his suit 
coat and pulled his tie down slightly so that he now looked the way she had 
seen him in the office when he was hard at work. Two drinks were waiting on 
the coffee table in front of the couch, and as she went to join him, she 
kicked off her high-heeled shoes and let her feet sink into the plush 
wall-to-wall carpeting. 

"You like it?" Lou inquired. "The apartment, I mean?" 

"It's beautiful," she said, surveying the spacious living room reverently. 
Never before had she found herself in such magnificent surroundings, such 
opulent luxury. And here he was worried about making more money, she mused 
to herself. 

"Sit down," Lou said. 

Automatically Linda obeyed and took her drink from the coffee table, 
leisurely settling back in the soft white cushions. As she raised the glass 
to her lips, soft soothing Mantovani music floated outward from the stereo 
set across the room, filling the apartment with its relaxing strains. She 
found herself so much at ease now that she did not even object as her boss 
slipped his arm around her shoulders. 

What a way to live, Linda thought to herself ... not in some tiny suburban 
house with your parents and brothers and sisters, but here in a luxurious 
apartment with wall-to-wall carpeting, an expensive stereo set and a view of 
the city beneath you ... yours whenever you wanted it. 

As these thoughts ran through her mind, Lou's fingers gently pressed against 
her arm and drew her toward him. Without even thinking about it, she let her 
head relax against his chest and felt the fingers of his other hand begin 
coursing lightly through her hair. It was all so unreal ... so beautiful, so 
calm! 

By now though, she had taken two hearty swallows from her glass, but she did 
not feel really drunk even on top of all that wine during the meal. She 
certainly wasn't used to drinking this much alcohol, but then this was no 
ordinary date. Lou Stevenson was nothing like the immature young boys she 
usually went out with, she began thinking to herself. They were so crude and 
gruff, and really had nothing to offer. But Lou was a successful thirty-four 
year old lawyer, intelligent and educated, already a full partner in a firm, 
and what's more, he was her boss. Could all this really be happening now, 
she wondered? 

As a dream-like fog enveloped her mind she felt Lou's hand gliding down from 
her shoulder behind her back, turning her gently toward him. Her lips were 
only inches away from his now, and suddenly he pressed her body tightly 
against his, his lips locking wetly over hers, his tongue sliding teasingly 
between her teeth. It was more than she expected. 

"No, don't," she breathed suddenly, breaking away as though she had been 
rudely jolted awake. 

"Relax ... it's all right," he reassured her, looking deeply into her eyes 
with a gaze that seared right through her soul and set devils dancing in the 
pit of her stomach.- 

Linda for the first time found herself trembling at the thought of being 
alone with him in his apartment, though a moment ago she'd been perfectly 
relaxed. How could she dare even dream of something like this ... being 
kissed by her handsome boss? And yet it was true, every second of it was 
true. He was kissing her, but why had she resisted him instinctively, when 
there was nothing in the world she wanted more desperately than what was 
happening now? 

As pangs of tortured indecision raced through her mind, she could feel his 
hand moving up over her skirt and under the edge of her tight-fitting 
sweater, his fingertips brushing against the naked flesh of her exposed 
belly. A slight chill ran up her spine, but she forced herself not to 
resist. 

"Kiss me," he breathed suddenly. 

God, it can't be true, she thought, and yet one part of her mind told her it 
was all wrong, that nothing would come of this budding office romance. 
Still, her body was alive with a burgeoning passion she had never 
experienced before. Suddenly, she curled her hands around his neck and 
pressed her lips hotly against his, feeling his tongue snake deep inside her 
mouth again. 

Instinctively she could sense that Lou was just as excited as she. She could 
feel a hard bulge rising inside his pants as he drew her legs against his. 
God, it had taken her by surprise, so that she hardly knew what was 
happening. And now his left hand was working its way slowly up beneath her 
sweater until his fingertips reached the lacy lower edge of her brassiere 
and began caressing it lightly. She could feel her breasts rising and 
falling with excitement, her swollen nipples aching as they yearned to burst 
through the silken confines of her brassiere. 

But a sudden surge of panic rose within her body as she realized they were 
going too far too fast. How could she let him do this to her, even if she 
did admire him. He was inside her sweater already, and this was only their 
first date. She'd been here hardly ten minutes. 

"P ... please," she stammered, pushing his shoulders back. "We can't do this 
... not now ... I mean we hardly know each other ... I..." 

He smiled at her condescendingly, as though she were a young child and 
reached for his drink on the coffee table. Linda tugged the hem of her skirt 
back down over her thighs and moved self-consciously away from him. 

"Now, really, Linda, I'm surprised at you," the young lawyer chuckled. 
"You've been in the office almost a year. How can you say you don't know 
me?" 

Was there any use trying to explain? Her mind was so confused right now, she 
wasn't even sure she understood what she meant. Oh God, he obviously lived 
in a different world, and he would never understand the way she thought, the 
way she'd been brought up. If only her parents hadn't been so old fashioned, 
hadn't scared her to death about sex from the day she was thirteen, then 
maybe things would be different. Maybe she could let herself go once in a 
while ... God, how wonderful it would be just to throw herself in bed with 
the man she'd been coveting for a year without feeling guilty about it. But 
no, that could never happen. Little voices from the past kept talking to 
her, giving her warnings. No, Linda, they said. You can't do this, it's not 
right. You must wait until you're married. Lou Stevenson won't love you if 
you give in now. He won't ever respect you. 

But how could she ever find a husband if she wasn't free enough to make love 
with the right man? She wanted to scream back at those little voices, to 
tell them they were all wrong. It was impossible, though, for her conscience 
had a grip so tight on her she thought she'd never be able to break away. 

She comforted herself with a long deep sip of her half-finished drink, which 
was powerful enough to burn all the way down as she swallowed it, making her 
cough. 

"Yes, a little bit. I'm not used to drinking." 

"I'll make the next one weaker ... You're really not used to a lot of 
things, are you?" 

She glanced at him and could see his eyes fixed on her as though he were 
interrogating a witness. Embarrassed, she turned away, knowing full well 
what he meant. 

"Look, it's all right," Lou said, downing his drink. "I just thought that 
maybe..." 

Maybe what? Linda wondered. Did he just want to go to bed with her, or did 
he feel something else ... something too strong to put into words? Did he 
maybe love her? True, she was only nineteen years old, going on twenty, and 
Lou was already thirty-four, an established young lawyer who mingled in the 
best social circles of the city, but she'd heard and read enough about the 
most unlikely office romances blossoming into marriage... 

As she pondered these thoughts Lou rose from his seat on the couch and 
sauntered over to the stereo set to change the records. 

"Ready for another?" he smiled. 

She was determined not to act like a child, and against her better instincts 
she offered her glass up. 

"Yes, but make it a little weaker this time ... please." 

When he returned from the bar, his secretary was half-lying on the white 
leather couch with her head tilted back, gazing wistfully up at the ceiling, 
the long luxurious tresses of her dark red hair tumbling carelessly over the 
back cushion. 

He couldn't help noticing what a sexy young thing she was in spite of her 
obvious inexperience. The tight green turtleneck sweater that molded to her 
like a second skin only accentuated her ripely uplifted breasts and 
presented a tempting picture. The short plaid kilt she was wearing revealed 
just enough of her cream-white thighs to give him a glimpse of her frilly 
garter strap and set his cock jumping anew in his pants. She was a 
tantalizing sight, all right, and though she certainly wasn't the type of 
girl he was used to bringing back to his apartment, he could feel himself 
getting more and more excited. Was it her long sexy legs? The red hair? The 
luscious young tits? Sure it was all of that, but most of all it was her 
very innocence that attracted him ... her corruptibility. He stirred her 
drink with a swizzle stick and handed it to her. 

"It's been a wonderful evening," she sighed. "Well, it's not over yet. It's 
still early," he chuckled. 

She lifted her head up off the back of the couch and smiled at him, taking a 
slow sip of her drink. This time she felt a distinct, though not unpleasant, 
spinning sensation. 

It wasn't long before Lou took up where he had left off, curling his arm 
around her waist and again drawing her toward him on the couch. Fighting off 
the pangs of her conscience, Linda kissed him hungrily now, her tongue 
gliding adventurously into the depths of his mouth as she caressed his cheek 
with her fingertips. Once again she could feel his hand slipping up inside 
her sweater, but this time it wasn't a slow, hesitant motion. She could feel 
him suddenly cupping her brassiere-clad breast, squeezing it with a passion 
that sent spasms of delight charging through her aroused body. His other 
hand wormed slowly down between her buttocks and the couch, his fingertips 
curling the hem of her skirt up over the backs of her thighs, brushing 
maddeningly against her nylon-stockinged flesh. She squirmed, not knowing 
whether to resist him yet. God, if she could only muster the courage to go 
all the way! 

His tongue worked wetly inside her mouth like a living thing as the fingers 
of his left hand drew the cup of her brassiere gently down until her nipple 
sprang free under her sweater above the lace-lined upper edge. It felt stiff 
and pointed, and she could feel it tingling as he began massaging it with 
the very tip of his index finger. Her entire body trembled with tense 
excitement. 

Abruptly he withdrew his tongue from her mouth and began planting hot wet 
kisses along the length of her neck. His hand worked further up inside her 
sweater now, sliding one flimsy brassiere strap down off her shoulder. 

"Don't ... not so fast!" Linda gasped, a twinge of panic returning, but he 
ignored her in his determination to conquer her body. With sudden force he 
hooked his fingers into the cup of her brassiere and rudely jerked it down, 
springing her stiff-nippled breast free and then grasping it harshly in his 
hand. 

Even before she could protest his fingers were working at it expertly, 
kneading and squeezing the soft resilient flesh until murmurs of confused 
passion escaped from her parted lips. 

Linda had never experienced anything like this before in her life, and her 
whole body threatened to spin out of control. Oh God, squeeze my nipple, she 
wanted to cry out. Squeeze it and suck it until I can't stand it anymore. 
The inexperienced young secretary knew she was on the verge of abandoning 
herself to the overwhelming passions that cried out inside her, but in spite 
of the risk, she locked her lips tightly against her handsome employer's and 
shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. 

Involuntarily, as though it were guided by some unseen mechanism, her hand 
glided up along his pant leg until her fingertips suddenly touched against 
the obscene bulge of his rock-hard penis. It jumped in response and a tiny 
gasp escaped from her throat. Quickly she withdrew her fingers, as though 
she had trod accidentally on forbidden territory, and the voices of her 
conscience screamed inside her mind again. Her body suddenly stiffened. It 
all felt so good, so wonderful, and yet she knew it was wrong to let herself 
get carried away like this. 

"Hey, relax," Lou whispered to her. "You're tight as a drum." 

Relax, relax, her mind kept repeating the word over and over again until her 
head began to spin, until she began to feel herself descending into a kind 
of hypnotic trance. Why couldn't she just surrender to him? She had been in 
love with him from afar for months, and now when the opportunity for the 
real thing had arrived she was about to let it slip through her grasp. God, 
she wanted him more than anyone else in the world. But how far could she let 
herself go? Why did her conscience have to be working overtime tonight? She 
forced herself to relax now, molding her body against his, parting her lips 
as his tongue again stabbed deep inside her mouth. At the same time, his 
hand moved down from her now-naked breast, his fingertips rippling over the 
trembling flesh of her belly, down over her skirt to the hem. As she 
squirmed her buttocks hard against the couch cushion in a futile attempt to 
still the insane tickle up between her thighs, his two hands began working 
her skirt slowly upward until she could feel his fingertips against the 
smooth silk expanse above, her panty leg band. His hands worked together, 
one doubling over her skirt until it was bunched along her panty-covered 
loins, and the other brushing smoothly against the fleshy insides of her 
thighs. Instinctively the panicked secretary locked her legs tightly 
together. 

"No," she breathed, her hand on his cheek to hold him at bay. "Not there ... 
I can't." 

"You have to sometime." 

"I can't, not now. It's too soon ... I ... I've never done it before." 

"Then let me take your sweater off," her boss said point-blank. 

Linda didn't answer, her head spinning as she realized she was coming closer 
and closer to the point of no return. Her heart pounded crazily in her chest 
as he slid his hands out from under her skirt and began gently rolling her 
sweater up over her midriff. As it rose above her breasts, she could feel a 
cool rush of air caressing the one naked mound of flesh from. which he had 
already stripped away the lacy protection of her brassiere cup. 

There was a moment's hesitation before the hopelessly aroused redhead found 
herself completing the job that Lou Stevenson had begun, pulling her sweater 
up over her outstretched arms and dropping it carelessly on the floor behind 
the couch. He drew her forward into his arms, then, and reached around 
behind her back to undo the snaps of her brassiere. Carefully the straps 
were lowered down her unresisting arms, and the flimsy piece of nylon and 
lace tossed to the other end of the couch. 

For the first time, Linda felt an almost total freedom, naked from the waist 
up in front of the man she had been secretly in love with for so long. He 
gazed at her, his deep dark eyes penetrating hers, and then he firmly 
gripped her shoulders and slid her down flat on the cushions. Her virginal 
body quivered with unsuppressed desire as he lingered for a seeming eternity 
before reaching forward and placing his palms against the undersides of her 
smooth white breasts. He bent slowly toward her, lowering himself inch by 
inch until she finally realized what he was going to do. 

Oh God, he's going to suck my breasts ... suck them until he drives me so 
crazy I won't know what to do! 

Suddenly Lou's lips fastened around her naked nipple, his tongue darting out 
and laving it with a hot hungry wetness. Her entire breast seemed to swell 
larger and larger in lewd response to his touch, and her chest heaved with 
the force of her passion. Linda wriggled and squirmed from this unexpected 
sensation, but it only seemed to excite him even more. He was stretched out 
on the couch beside her now, and his hand worked with lust-crazed intent at 
the soft silk covering of her panties. Hot with desire, he began to caress 
and massage the nubile mound of her pussy, at the same time sucking 
rhythmically on her exposed nipple, his swirling tongue sending ripples of 
unbearable excitement through her half-naked young body. 

Tingling sensations of aching desire spread through her from head to toe, 
and she felt as though she were on the verge of going insane. It was wrong, 
all wrong, she knew it was, but she could no longer control herself. Up 
between her legs she felt his fingertips running along the frilly material 
of her panties, brushing the soft tendrils of pubic hair that curled out 
from under the tight elastic leg band. Tiny droplets of moisture began 
seeping from the depths of her passion-drenched vagina, the silken crotch 
band of her panties trapping them like dewdrops on a spider's web. 

And then she felt a sudden rush of air below and a tremulous pulsation of 
savage excitement. She realized with horror that he had just pulled her 
panty leg band aside. 

God, she hadn't meant to let things get this far out of hand. She would 
never be able to stop him now. She would never be able to stop herself. 

"No, Lou, please don't," she begged her boss, trying desperately to break 
away, her head spinning and her heart pounding like a tom-tom. 

"I won't hurt you," he whispered back. "Don't you trust me?" 

"I can't let you. I'm ... I'm still a virgin." 

"I'll do it easy, nice and easy." 

"Oh God, Lou," she sobbed, curling her hands into his hair, and burying his 
head against her breasts. She knew that in spite of her fear, she would have 
to give in now ... but not all the way. She would let him put his finger 
deep, deep inside her yearning cunt to end the unbearable longing there once 
and for all. But nothing more ... she wasn't ready for that yet. 

"Finger me!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Yes, yes! But please do it 
slowly." 

She clenched her eyes tightly shut and felt his hand spreading out over the 
pulsating triangle of her vagina, his fingers inserting into the elastic 
waistband of her panties and drawing the silk down over her hips until the 
tight little hair-covered mound was completely exposed. He left the panties 
stretched there just below her quivering pussy, a bridge of silk between her 
white lace garters, a lewd white frame for her russet pubic "vee". Then his 
fingers glided gently up over her soft reddish pussy curls as uncontrollable 
moans of pleasure tumbled from her lips. Now with his right hand, he began 
massaging her breast, trapping the tiny nipple between thumb and forefinger, 
rolling the sensitive flesh into a hard rubbery point, as his left hand 
continued to trace tantalizing circles up between her nylon-sheathed legs. 

"Oh yesssss, hurry!" she whispered desperately, feeling the pressure 
building up inside her loins. She squirmed on the couch and spread her legs 
wide apart, stretching the band of her panties taut between her thighs. Then 
she could feel his middle finger slipping ever so slowly up into the tight 
tiny mouth of her desire-moistened vagina. It rested a moment between her 
warm wet pussy-lips as her body trembled with a traitorous need, and then 
moved forward again. 

"Now," she urged, "Now before I change my mind." 

In response, his middle finger pulled back and began teasing in between her 
passion-swollen cuntal lips, gradually coaxing them wider and spreading the 
fires of lust throughout her loins. He searched out the small pink bud of 
her clitoris, sending electric chills racing up and down her spine and 
making her body squirm beneath him, her buttocks churning rhythmically 
against the couch cushions below. 

"Are you ready now?" he breathed hotly, his finger poised to penetrate into 
the depths of her untouched vagina. 

"Yes," she answered. "Now!" She gritted her teeth in expectation of the pain 
of losing her maidenhead, but when it came it was not as bad as she had 
anticipated. 

His finger eased its way slowly up into the hot tight chamber of her 
virginal cunt, hesitated a moment and then thrust forward. Linda gasped as 
the lewdly searching digit sank all the way up between her legs to the hilt, 
and her belly gave an involuntary spasm of hungry desire. Her head reeled 
with the lewd sensation of his finger thrust deep and wiggling around in the 
sensitive flesh of her vagina, and she ground her buttocks down toward his 
hand in obscene encouragement. 

She had done it now! Her hymen was broken, and at long last she was no 
longer a virgin! Her head rolled from side to side on the couch, gasps of 
joy bursting from her throat as he suddenly crushed his lips down on hers, 
spearing his tongue wetly into the velvety depths of her mouth. 

His finger began to work rhythmically in and out of her cunt, the tiny 
little lips spasmically clasping and unclasping around it. Groans of 
lascivious abandon tumbled from her lips as she sucked on his tongue, 
drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth as though she wished it were a 
rigidly throbbing penis. Her whole body was driving itself madly to achieve 
the bliss of total orgasm. Her hips churned as her trembling thighs quivered 
and jerked around the finger skewering her helplessly contracting pussy. 

God, it was impossible to stop now! Sparks were exploding inside her body, 
sweeping up through her naked belly as she reached down and yanked her 
panties the rest of the way off. Then she splayed her legs wide, draping one 
over the back of the couch and the other over his hips. 

The young lawyer's heart beat crazily as he sucked in heavy gasping breaths. 
He only wished it were his cock inside this ripe young virgin and not just 
his middle finger. But he knew she would never let him go that far. Still, 
he needed to do something else. He could feel her tight virginal cunt 
expanding with every thrust that he drove into it, and now he also slipped 
his index finger into the hot sucking warmths of her loins in the desperate 
hope that the additional hardness would excite her beyond the point of no 
return. 

A high gasping cry issued from her throat as his two fingers stretched her 
inexperienced pussy wider and wider apart. Her shamelessly aroused body 
squirmed and churned in lewd abandon until suddenly she felt a crazy 
sensation that she had never experienced before in her life. Her whole body 
seemed to quiver, and hot and cold chills rippled up and down her spine. She 
groaned and hissed, her arms in a stranglehold around his neck, her head 
tossing from side to side as she sucked wildly on his tongue deep in her 
mouth. She could feel the sparks of desire suddenly build into a raging fire 
that threatened to consume her entire body. 

Warm cream-like moisture began to flow from the depths of her lewdly impaled 
vagina as his fingers probed hungrily up inside. Her legs jerked and 
trembled, her belly quivered, and she gasped and moaned like a piteous 
animal. 

"Oh God! Oh God! she chanted insanely, her eyes wide open, her whole body 
writhing with spasms of lust. She was going to cum with a man for the first 
time in her life. Wildly, she clutched at Lou's temples, pulling at his hair 
as she arched her back and undulated her buttocks rhythmically back and 
forth. 

With a smile that said his secretary was reacting just as he wanted her to, 
Lou shoved his fingers even deeper into the hotly sucking depths of her 
vagina. Her yearning cunt lips clasped tightly around them, and suddenly he 
felt her pussy twitching out of control. Her body pulsated in mad 
contractions as the fiery liquid of her passion suddenly burst forth like a 
raging river breaking through a dam. Lewd gasping moans broke from her 
lust-contorted lips as her juices gushed out hotly around his fingers still 
sawing in and out of her convulsing pussy. Down between her wildly grinding 
ass-cheeks it flowed, glistening on her stocking-sheathed thighs and wetting 
the couch cushion beneath. Her whole body twitched and thrashed, purging 
itself of her long-held virginity, and finally she collapsed with a deep 
otherworldly groan. 

The strenuous effort of achieving her first real orgasm had depleted Linda's 
physical energy, and she lay motionless on the couch as Lou pulled his 
fingers out of her cunt and, without saying a word to his gasping secretary, 
got up to go fix himself a third drink. When she opened her eyes again, the 
feelings of guilt that she had so recently overcome returned to her with a 
vengeance, and she hurriedly slipped into her brassiere and sweater and 
smoothed her skirt back down over her secretion-smeared thighs. Her 
moisture-soaked panties she retrieved from the floor where they had fallen 
in her desire-driven haste to remove them. 

"Here, have another drink," Lou said amiably, returning to the couch, his 
hair disheveled and his face flushed. 

"No," she snapped at him. "I've had too much already." She avoided his eyes, 
overcome with shame. "I'd better get going now," she said. 

"Okay, relax," Lou chuckled. "It's still early. I have time to finish my 
drink, don't I?" 

"It would be better if you just called me a cab." The pleasant smile on his 
face faded, and he looked almost hurt. 

"Sure, I'll call a cab," he said finally. And with that he headed over 
toward the telephone on the bar. 

Linda remembered wanting to cry then. She had gone too far, and yet not far 
enough. Here she was nineteen years old and acting like a baby. After all, 
he hadn't raped her. She had asked for everything that he'd given her, and 
she was desperately in love with him. But her conscience had ruined her. The 
expression on his face had told her everything, told her that she was too 
young and immature for him. God, she had really ruined everything. 

The cab arrived in fifteen minutes, and the doorman buzzed the apartment. 
Linda threw her coat over her shoulders and paused at the doorway as Lou 
showed her out. 

"Please, don't walk me downstairs," she said. "I'll go by myself." She 
turned quickly away, but hesitated in the hallway and turned toward him. 
"I'm sorry," she apologized quickly and then hurried toward the elevator. 

The memory of that entire night flashed through Linda's mind in less than 
five minutes, and now she found herself back in the office facing her 
typewriter. Mr. Bauer and Lou were both still in their offices, and she took 
advantage of the opportunity to sneak a quick bitter glance at the list of 
wedding guests her boss had handed her. As she gazed down the handwritten 
columns she sighted a number of names she had read about in newspapers 
prominent businessmen, lawyers and even some politicians. She checked over 
the list twice, but could find her own name nowhere. 

God, how she hated Lou Stevenson! He could at least have invited her to his 
wedding and given" her the pleasure of refusing to attend, but now, he 
hadn't even put himself out that much. 

She should have known she was just a one-night stand to him, but then, what 
if she hadn't acted the way she did that night like a scared little girl? 
What if she had merely taken things in stride the way a mature sophisticated 
woman would do? Perhaps then things would have been different. Perhaps she 
would be the one who was getting married to Lou Stevenson, and not some rich 
snooty socialite named Marjorie Livingston. 

Linda felt so depressed now she could barely concentrate. God, how 
desperately she wanted to get out of this office, to get some fresh air. In 
a matter of minutes she had made up her mind. She was getting just a little 
sick and tired of playing the conscientious secretary. Today it was going to 
be different. Today she was going to take off half an hour early for lunch 
and maybe just browse around in the stores downtown for awhile. Who knows? 
She might find something interesting to get her mind off her employer's 
upcoming marriage. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Roscoe Beam, prosperous owner of Beam's Travel Agency in downtown 
Philadelphia, had two ways of talking on the phone. Either he growled or he 
purred. Now he was purring, purring because the speaker on the other end of 
the line was Tex Barnes from Houston, one of his wealthiest clients. 

Tanya Foxcroft, Beam's worldly-wise, twenty-five year old assistant, clapped 
her hand against her pretty mouth to keep from laughing. Roscoe was such a 
hypocrite he was actually enjoyable, she thought to herself. 

"Tex, baby," she could hear him cooing like a dove, "we got something this 
year I know you can't resist. It's our Dawn Patrol, only this year it's two 
weeks in Paris ... And I can't begin to describe the passenger list..." 

Tanya heard a grumbling noise coming from the other end of the line and 
nearly guffawed out loud as Roscoe held the receiver away from his ear. 

"Tex, I can't believe it," her boss cut back in. 

"I can't believe you won't settle for anything less than a lovely young 
virgin." 

Another noise rumbled from the other end, and this time it sounded like a 
turkey gobbling. Roscoe, who had been frowning for the past ten minutes, 
suddenly broke out into a smile. Obviously, Tanya thought, he had just come 
up with a clever idea and she was right. 

"Tex, you know why I can't believe it?" Roscoe said, waiting for an 
appropriate silence. "The reason I can't believe it is because we just 
happen to have exactly what you want. A young girl came in the other day and 
signed up for the flight out of the blue. Said she'd heard about it from a 
friend of hers ... How do I know she's a virgin? For Pete's sake, Tex ... I 
could smell it. This girl looked like she just came out of a convent." 

Roscoe beamed again and Tanya from her desk could hear Tex Barnes's voice 
die down. Obviously, her boss's ploy had worked. Barnes, who had been 
threatening to cancel his seat on the special "Dawn Patrol" charter flight 
had just been brought back into the fold. 

"Okay, Tex," Roscoe concluded jovially. "We'll see you up here at the office 
next week then." 

Joyfully, he hung up the receiver, tilted back in his swivel chair and 
crossed his feet on his desk. 

"I'm magnificent," he crowed. 

"Why is that?" Tanya teased, biting into the pear she'd brought for lunch. 

"I'll tell you why exactly. I just kept Tex Barnes as a member of our Dawn 
Patrol Charter Group, that's why." 

"Yes," Tanya said sarcastically, "by promising him that he'd be surrounded 
by innocent young virgins." 

From experience Tanya knew that even a clever fellow like Roscoe could never 
come through on a promise like that. Sure, on any other charter flight to 
Europe there would be a virgin or two plus a grab-bag assortment of old 
ladies and vacationing young couples. But not on a Roscoe Beam special, for 
Roscoe had made himself a fortune in the travel business by promoting 
package tours for people commonly known as "swinging singles" though more 
often than not, half of them weren't single. His "Dawn Patrol" group, in 
operation for four years now, had become a regular country club, attracting 
the same handsomely jaded types year after year fashion models lusting after 
rich husbands, flashy salesmen on the make for loose divorcees, and the 
unique Tex Barnes, this year in search of a virgin probably because he had 
already tried every other type of female. Tanya, who often participated in 
these adventures as tour guide and group leader for a handsome fee, liked to 
refer to them as the "Gold Digger Group," and she was wondering just how her 
clever old boss was going to come up with a lush young virgin for the Texan. 

"I think you got yourself in too deep this time, Roscoe," she remarked. 

"You may be right," her boss admitted sportingly. "I haven't seen a real 
live virgin on one of the Dawn Patrol Groups yet." 

"Perhaps you could find a sweet young thing walking along the street and 
offer her a cut-rate price." 

"Nor a bad idea," Roscoe said, tapping a pencil against his teeth. "Except I 
have a better idea." 

"Oh?" Tanya said cautiously, raising her eyebrows, but by this time Roscoe's 
cunning smile played across his face and he was sauntering toward her desk. 

"Oh no you don't," Tanya protested as he spun her chair around, but her boss 
was not easily deterred. He bent low, grabbed hold of her shapely ankle and 
raised her voluptuously curved leg up high toward him, tilting her back in 
the chair. 

"A nice body you have, my dear. In fact, that's why I hired you in the first 
place." 

"No Roscoe, I absolutely refuse. " 

Roscoe ran his hand up along her stocking, caressing the smooth silk flesh 
of her thigh, all the while his cunning, slightly lascivious grin growing 
wider and wider. , "I think you'd make a wonderful young virgin my dear ... 
of course, it would take a lot of acting." 

"Oh no!" Tanya repeated. "I'll do anything else, but I'm not playing a sweet 
little virgin." 

Roscoe Beam was not about to give up that easily, however. He ran his hand 
farther up her leg until it was beneath the hem of her skirt. His fingers 
played teasingly with the black strap of her garter, but Tanya, glancing at 
the front window, abruptly pushed him away. 

"We have a customer, Roscoe dear," she cautioned him, suddenly scooping up 
the dark-framed business glasses on her desk. 

The customer, a sensitive-looking young girl who was peering dreamily at the 
exotic travel posters in the window, hadn't noticed a thing inside the 
office, fortunately for Roscoe Beam. Her mind, in fact, was miles and miles 
away sunning herself on a beach in Hawaii, climbing the stairway of an old 
castle in Germany, doing a thousand and one things she knew were impossible 
to do on her salary. Or were they? 

Impulsively. Linda Beach, who had spent most of her lunch hour browsing in 
shop windows, decided to investigate. The people inside looked pleasant 
enough not to mind if she just asked them a few silly questions. And there 
was plenty of time before she had to go back to work. Forcefully, before she 
had time to change her mind, Linda pushed the door open and strode into the 
travel agency. 

"I ... I was wondering if you could give me some information. I hope I 
didn't interrupt your lunch," she then found herself saying shyly. 

"No, of course not," Tanya Foxcroft laughed. "Have a seat please." 

Linda glanced up at the handsome gray-haired man standing beside the girl 
and finally sat down on the very edge of a chair on the other side of the 
desk. 

"I'd like to take a trip somewhere," she blurted out self-consciously. "But 
I'm really not sure where I want to go." 

"Well, that's exactly what we're here for to help you choose the right 
vacation place," Tanya reassured her without daring to glance over at 
Roscoe. She knew if she did she would burst out laughing. Roscoe, you lucky 
bastard, she thought to herself. The answer to your problem just walked 
through the door. 

Linda fidgeted in her seat and glanced down at her hands, which were neatly 
folded in her lap. 

"The problem is," she said, "I'd like to go somewhere far away for a real 
vacation. Something kind of exotic. I hope you don't think I'm crazy for 
being so vague." 

"No, of course not, my dear. Did you have anything at all in mind ... the 
Bahamas, the Orient, Europe, Africa...? " Tanya held back another smile. 
This was a virgin all right, almost too good to be true, but what a risk. 
The "Dawn Patrol" people might frighten her to death, and it could even be 
dangerous to expose her to some of the things that went on during the 
flignt. Roscoe, though, was obviously plagued by no such doubts. 

"I'm surprised at you, Tanya," he admonished his assistant. "You haven't 
told the young lady right away about our special Dawn Patrol group." 

"Oh, of course, Mr. Beam," Tanya faked an apology, although she cringed 
inwardly. Roscoe was really taking a chance this time. 

Frowning at her as if she were a naughty child, Roscoe moved around to the 
front of the desk and seated himself on the edge, bending forward in a 
friendly way to address the young secretary. 

"Let me tell you briefly what the Dawn Patrol tour is all about," he began. 
"It's a two-week tour of Paris focusing on some of the world's most famous 
nightclubs the Folies Bergere, the Moulin Rouge, places you've probably read 
about and didn't really believe actually existed." 

"Oh, but I'm afraid Europe would be out of the question," Linda objected. "I 
just don't have that kind of money." 

"Well now," Roscoe smiled. "It's much less expensive than you think, and as 
a matter-of-fact, I'm prepared to make you a special offer. What would you 
say to $350 round trip with everything included?" 

Linda's eyes widened, and she gasped in surprise. The price was so low it 
didn't sound possible. In fact, it sounded a bit too good to be true. The 
travel agent, sensing her suspicions, began explaining things to her. 

"Don't get me wrong," he said. "This is nothing personal. It's just that I'm 
in the business of filling airplanes, and the Dawn Patrol still has a number 
of empty seats. It just happened that you walked in here at the right time." 

"I ... I can hardly believe it," Linda stammered. 

"Well perhaps the young lady wouldn't be interested in a night-life tour," 
Tanya suggested with a purpose. It was a suggestion calculated to make Linda 
bristle, and it achieved its goal. 

Here she was being treated like a child again, just the way Lou Stevenson 
treated her, she thought to herself. Why did everyone think she was so 
innocent, so naive she was getting sick of it. It was time she stood up for 
her rights instead of always backing down. 

"As a matter-of-fact," she replied firmly. "Your tour does sound very 
interesting." 

"It's an offer you can hardly refuse," Roscoe grinned. 

"In that case, I'll accept it then," she decided on the spur of the moment. 

"A wise decision," the travel director complimented her. "Now if you'll just 
come over to my desk, we'll work out the details..." 

"Well, Roscoe I must admit that either you're a genius or you're 
tremendously lucky," Tanya said with grudging admiration ten minutes later 
when the young secretary had traipsed buoyantly out of the office. 

"Just instinct," Roscoe purred. "I had a feeling an innocent somebody like 
her would walk in today." 

"She certainly doesn't know what she's getting herself in for. What if she 
complains later ... I mean, to the police." 

"Baloney," Beam scoffed. "I'm giving her a trip to Europe for $350, and 
she's gonna complain?" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The following morning, Linda headed immediately into the office of the 
senior partner, Lloyd Bauer, to ask permission for an early vacation. 

"Well, I certainly don't see why not," the kindly gray-haired gentleman said 
after only a moment's hesitation. 

"Thank you very much, Mr. Bauer. You don't know how much I appreciate it." 

Smiling, Linda turned to leave, but the older lawyer called to her just 
before she reached the door. 

"You seem to be making a very sudden decision," he remarked casually. 

"Yes, it is, I guess," she admitted, "but it's just that I found a special 
guided tour of Europe for a very reasonable price, and the departure date is 
in three weeks. So, of course, I wanted to take advantage of it." 

"Of course," Lloyd Bauer said, "Everyone should have a chance to go to 
Europe at least once. I've been there many times myself." 

A reflective expression came over the old man's face as images of his past 
years flashed through his mind, and he settled back comfortably in his 
chair. 

"Yes," he reminisced. "Travel is a wonderful experience. You can see and do 
all the things you only dreamed about before. Travel is quite liberating 
too, you know." 

Linda smiled back at the aging lawyer who she felt almost as close to as her 
own father, and for the first time, she could feel pangs of excitement as 
she anticipated embarking on this adventure all on her own. Of course, she 
hadn't told her parents yet, but she was almost twenty now, and if they 
objected, well, it was just too bad. She would go anyway. She had to get 
away from here before the idea of Lou Stevenson's marriage drove her crazy. 

"Perhaps you could give me some travel tips, Mr. Bauer," she ventured. 

"I'd be glad to, Linda. Whenever you're free, you just stop in here, and 
I'll bore you with my old stories." 

"I'd love that. I'm really excited about going," she said at the door to his 
office. She gave him a cheerful smile and headed back to her desk, warmed by 
the pleasant feelings he had inspired. Of course, there was a comfortable 
barrier of age between them, a barrier that didn't exist between Lou 
Stevenson and her. 

Lou seemed so insensitive to her feelings, so completely unaware of how 
deeply attracted she was to him ... and now, just as she seated herself, the 
object of her thoughts entered the office. 

"Well," her young boss announced happily, even before he had shut the door, 
"only a month and a half left." 

A month and a half to what? she wanted to say sarcastically, but instead she 
bit her tongue. Lou, though, didn't seem to notice the irritated expression 
on her face as he ambled up to her desk. 

"Did you check any of those addresses yet, Linda? The ones on the guest 
list?" 

"Not yet," she replied coldly, trying to ignore him. "I'll do it as soon as 
I get a chance." 

"Okay, thanks," he said and headed briskly into his office. His mind 
cluttered with details about the upcoming wedding and the tax case he was 
working on, he had all but forgotten about the evening he'd spent in his 
apartment with his pretty, red-haired secretary. That was months ago, even 
before his engagement to Marjorie Livingston, and Linda had faded in his 
mind like a dim mist. The only thing he wanted from her now was for her to 
get working on that wedding list. Those invitations absolutely had to be 
mailed before the end of the week. 

It came as a surprise then, an hour later, when he learned of his 
secretary's plans to leave on vacation within three weeks. 

"Well, what do you think of that?" Lou exclaimed to Lloyd Bauer. "She didn't 
even mention a word about it, and I was counting on her to take some of the 
burden off Marjorie." 

* * * 

For Linda, the next several weeks were filled with the hustle and bustle of 
errands and preparation passport photographs, vaccination, buying clothes 
and luggage. She had held back the announcement of her trip to her parents 
for a week, and when she finally mustered the courage, all hell broke loose. 
It took two solid evenings of argument before she could win them over to her 
side. After all, she reasoned, she would be perfectly safe traveling with a 
large group of Americans. Her hotel reservations, her meals, everything, was 
taken care of and arranged in advance. Besides, she'd gotten such a 
wonderful bargain price, how could she refuse to go? 

The thought of an adventure in Europe even took the sting out of the fact 
that the man she loved was going to marry someone else. For the first time 
she labored as diligently on all the little wedding-related tasks he gave 
her as she did on her regular work. The time just seemed to fly by, and when 
the big Friday of her departure rolled around, the excited nineteen year old 
could hardly believe she was about to take her first trip abroad. As it 
turned out, her father had to work that night, and her mother, who had never 
learned to drive, was equally unable to see her off. 

Just as well, Linda thought to herself as she hopped into a taxi. She didn't 
want to admit to her parents that she was nervous about flying ... so 
nervous that she had secretly visited a doctor who prescribed a powerful 
tranquilizer for her. 

"Now, remember, just one of these an hour before flight time," he had 
cautioned her, and now, as she stepped out of the cab at the airport, she 
checked her watch. An hour and a half to go ... Europe! God! It was all too 
incredible to be true! 

Following instructions, she downed the pill at exactly the prescribed time 
in the airport ladies' room and then proceeded to the flight gate, where a 
large sign reading "Dawn Patrol Tours" greeted her. 

Behind the sign the waiting lounge was bustling with people busily chatting 
away in small groups ... people she didn't know at all. Her feelings were 
difficult to describe on the one hand, a slight wooziness from the 
tranquilizer taking effect, and on the other, a light nervous sweat breaking 
out on her palms. Timidly, she entered the waiting area with her hand 
luggage and took an empty seat by the large plate-glass window that looked 
out over the runway, her eyes darting about with the curiosity of a small 
child. 

The first thing that struck her was the way all the women seemed so daringly 
and expensively dressed. Some were even wearing fur wraps, though it was 
spring and already warm, and many of them were sheathed in tight-fitting 
low-cut dresses that exposed a startling eyeful of their shapely bosoms. 
They looked so sophisticated, so sexy, that Linda was beginning to feel like 
an inexperienced teenager again. 

Not far away stood an attractive dark-haired woman who must have been nearly 
six feet tall, with the deep tan and finely sculpted features of a high 
fashion model. The woman, who was wearing modishly round sunglasses and 
staring out at the runway with a bored expression on her face, now turned 
back in the direction of the lounge, and as she did so, Linda was surprised 
to see that the elegant silver blouse she was wearing opened down in front 
almost to her navel. The voluptuous cleavage of her braless breasts was 
plainly visible, and leading down from it was a shocking triangular sliver 
of naked flesh. For a moment Linda suspected the powerful tranquilizer she'd 
taken might be causing hallucinations, for how could anyone dress so 
daringly in public? 

But the dark-haired woman wasn't the only one, for now emerging through the 
crowd Linda sighted an equally audacious female, a shapely blonde sporting a 
tight-fitting miniskirt that barely reached the tops of her thighs. Her 
skin-tight blue sweater so exaggerated her well-formed breasts that it was a 
wonder she could breathe. She headed directly toward the dark-haired model 
type and greeted her as though they were old friends. 

"Hello, Natalie dear. I see you're with us again," Linda overheard the 
blonde say. 

"Yes, Greta; Palm Beach was a bore, you know." 

"Really, this funny little Dawn Patrol is one of the best travel bargains 
yet, don't you think? Have you checked the seating plan?" 

"Not yet, darling. But I suppose I should. That horrible man in the silk 
suit has been staring at me for ten minutes. I certainly don't want to sit 
next to him." 

The model casually pushed her sunglasses down on the bridge of her nose and 
glanced disdainfully at a swarthy, well-built man who looked something like 
a gangster. 

Greta shot an appraising glance at him, too. "I must say he does look like 
money." 

"You can have it. He's probably the type who starts pawing you before the 
movie even begins." 

"That may be," Greta admitted. "But while he paws my bod, I'll paw his 
wallet." 

Brazenly, the tight-sweatered blonde blew Natalie a quick kiss and slinked 
over in the direction of the silk suit, who sized her up as he casually lit 
a cigarette. 

Linda didn't know what to think as she observed this. The whole scene struck 
her oddly the way these people were dressed, the strange conversation she'd 
just overheard. What's more, everyone seemed to be eyeing everyone else, 
inspecting one another for some strange reason. She had to admit, though, 
that the men did seem well-dressed and handsome, not the type of people, 
certainly, one expected on a cut-rate charter flight. 

As the wondering secretary's eyes shifted to observe others in the crowd, 
she noticed the girl from the travel agency, Miss Foxcroft, the one who had 
tried to dissuade her from taking the "Dawn Patrol" tour. Only now the girl 
looked very much different from the way Linda remembered her in the office. 

No dark-frame glasses this time, no hair tied back with a scarf ... no, now 
it was long and full, tumbling luxuriously down over her shoulders. The 
glasses had vanished, and she looked more like a movie starlet than an 
office assistant. A chic, dark blue dress clung to her shapely hips, molding 
to her sumptuous curves as she moved, the hem so short that Linda could see 
the tip of her garter strap poking out below it. The only way the young 
secretary could tell it was the same person was from the clipboard the girl 
carried. And judging by the way she kept changing the notations on it, it 
seemed that the people on the tour must be jockeying for the best seats. 

Something told Linda she'd better check her own seat just to make sure, and 
she made her way toward Tanya Foxcroft. 

"A-Are we supposed to check with you before we board the plane?" she asked 
self-consciously. 

"No, it's perfectly all right, dear," Tanya smiled condescendingly. "You'll 
have a window seat with just one other person in your row. Plenty of room to 
stretch out and take a nap." Take a nap next to one of the biggest lechers 
in the U.S. of A., she thought to herself, God! Was this babe-in-the-woods 
in for a surprise! 

"Oh ... good," Linda said, slightly annoyed. For goodness sake! Why did 
people always treat her like a child a child who needed plenty of room to 
take a nap? If only she knew how to assert herself, then maybe she could 
command a bit of respect from people ... at least as much as any other 
nineteen year old career girl with a responsible position in an office. 

That moment, though, Linda's irritated thoughts were interrupted by a loud 
commotion at the entrance to the lounge, where a broad-shouldered, 
leathery-faced man in a Texas cowboy hat was pushing through the crowd 
followed by a somber Indian wearing blue jeans and a denim jacket. 

"Wow-eee," the Texan whooped. "Gonna get me to gay Paree!" 

There was a slight murmur among the assembled tour group and some muffled 
chuckles. All eyes seemed to be fastened on the flamboyant intruder as he 
made his way to the tour directress. 

"If it ain't good ole Miss Tanya!" he bellowed jubilantly, throwing his arm 
around her shoulder and slapping her heartily on the back. 

"Glad to see you back again this year, Mr. Barnes," Tanya smiled. "You got 
here just in the nick of time. We almost gave your seat away." 

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Tex Barnes guffawed. "No siree. This here 
Dawft Patrol is the greatest thing that ever came along. Especially after 
what that boss of yours told me. Now I want you to get me a seat next to the 
prettiest girl on this here air-o-plane." 

"Well, let's see," Tanya murmured conspiratorially. "It just so happens 
you'll be in D-15." 

"That's fine with me, as long as you got me sittin' next to a little woman 
... and you know which little woman I mean." he said, lowering his voice to 
a whisper. 

To her surprise, Linda, who had overheard the entire conversation, realized 
that the female tour director had just given this eccentric Texan the seat 
next to her. It was going to be some trip all right, she thought to herself. 
He would probably talk her head off all night long. But as she contemplated 
the thought, a well-modulated voice announced over the loudspeaker system 
that Charter Flight number 069, Dawn Patrol Tours was now boarding at Gate 
Seven. In spite of the tranquilizer, Linda could feel butterflies mounting 
in her stomach as she grasped her hand luggage and joined the line that was 
forming at the gate. 

"Whoo-peee!" Tex yelped from nearby. "Paris, here I come!" And with that he 
turned to shake hands with the Indian who'd come to the airport with him. 

"Now you be good, Joe. And keep your hands outa the cash register, ya hear?" 

"You too, Tex. And keep your hands outa the you-know-what, Kimosabe." 

"Not me, Tonto," Tex growled. "Ah'm gonna get me as much as I can." 

The two of them slapped each other on the back several times until the 
Indian waved good-bye and made his way out of the waiting area. Well, at 
least the crazy Texan seemed friendly enough, Linda thought to herself, as 
the line moved forward toward the gate. In reality, she had no idea of how 
friendly her seat partner intended to be. 

Aboard the plane Linda found her seat before the Texan arrived and sat 
staring excitedly out the window, observing the spotlight from the control 
tower and the blinking blue lights stretching along the runway. It was not 
until five or ten minutes later that Tex Barnes approached and gave her a 
low courtly bow as he removed his ten gallon hat. 

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," he drawled cheerfully. "My name's Tex Barnes 
and Ah'm from Texas, natcherly. Ah'm, you might say, in the oil business." 

"My name's Linda," the young secretary said, "Linda Beach." 

"Well, if that ain't the dang purtiest name I ever heard," he slurred, 
giving her a big wink. 

Linda could hardly keep from laughing at the way he talked. It was the 
corniest accent she'd ever encountered, and she wondered if it could 
possibly be real. 

"Please have a seat, sir, and fasten your seat belt," a stewardess prodded 
the bulky Texan, who immediately turned around and tipped his hat to her. 

"Sure will, ma'am. Nothin' better I'd like to do than take me a seat beside 
this here pretty girl." 

As the tall Texan finally strapped himself in, the no-smoking sign flashed 
on, and moments later the plane began to roll silently forward. At last, the 
Dawn Patrol was bound for Europe. 

"Your first trip, ma'am?" Tex inquired. 

"Yes, and it's the first time I've been in an airplane, too." 

"Ain't nothin' to be afraid of. Tex Barnes has never crashed in an airplane 
yet." 

"Well, that's nice to know," Linda laughed. 

"Lissen, Missy; if you're ascared, you can just hold old Tex's hand, and 
everything'll be A-okay, like they say." 

Linda could feel herself blushing at his bold suggestion and immediately 
hated herself for it. God, why did she always have to blush? 

"Thank you, but I don't think that will be really necessary." 

At that, the jovial millionaire shot the young secretary a sly glance out of 
the corner of his eye but said nothing further. He had been going on these 
Dawn Patrols for years, ever since the first time he'd been in Philadelphia 
on business. And every time, Roscoe Beam took care to fix him up with just 
the right sort of company. Hell, she was just what he wanted ... an innocent 
young virgin if he'd ever seen one, a real challenge to his cunning mind. 

Moments later, when they were airborne and heading in the direction of 
Boston before the final trans-Atlantic trip, Tex reached under his seat and 
pulled out what looked like an extra-large attache case. He yanked down the 
dinner tray from the back of the seat in front of him and balanced the case 
on it, revealing as he opened it, a fully stocked portable bar. 

"What's your poison, young miss?" he inquired. 

"My poison? ... What do you mean." 

"What I'm talkin' about is what kinda drink you take. Straight sippin' 
whiskey, whiskey and water, gin and tonic, one o' them imagine martinis, or 
what?" 

Linda peered fascinatedly into the open case, which was crowded with 
odd-sized bottles of famous brand-name liquors. Racked above the bottles 
were a row of expensive glasses and a stainless steel shaker of some sort. 
This Tex Barnes, whoever he was, certainly came well-prepared for his 
journeys, she thought. 

In spite of the tranquilizer, Linda was still feeling apprehensive about her 
first journey in an airplane, and the portable bar, even though she was not 
used to drinking, seemed like the closest means of security. 

"What do you take?" she asked. 

"Me? Straight sippin' whiskey. Jack Daniels, that's my brand." 

"Well, I'll have one, too, then only with a little water please." 

Tex expertly mixed the drink and handed it to her. 

"I'll tell you sumpin', young miss. You're in for the time of your life on 
this here Dawn Patrol Tour. It's one of the goddamndest things I ever did 
see. Yessir, I been over to Europe and Paree about a hundred and fifty times 
or so, and I never had me as good a time as on this here charter flight." 

"Oh really?" Linda said, wondering what could be so highly unusual about a 
tour group. 

"Yer damn tootin', " Tex roared. "I got my own private airplane and 
everything, but I come on this here tour every year." 

"But why? How can this tour be so different from any others. I mean, the 
price is certainly very reasonable, but..." 

Tex smiled broadly at her and winked. 

"You'll see soon enough," he said. 

Linda, of course, had no idea what her seat companion meant at least not 
until the stewardess had cleared away the dinner they served and the 
stewards began setting up the movie equipment. 

"It's funny they don't give you a program or anything so you know what the 
movie is," she remarked. 

Tex chuckled to himself. "I can see you're in for a mighty big surprise, 
that's for sure." 

Linda felt slightly uneasy at his insinuations, but not nearly as uneasy as 
when she realized what the movie was all about some ten minutes later. 

At first, from its title, Convict's Revenge, she expected a run-of-the-mill 
mystery story. It began harmlessly with some shots of a western location 
high snow-capped mountains in the background and a spacious modem 
ranch-house up front. The characters seemed ordinary enough, too an 
attractive brown-haired woman in her early forties and her shapely teenage 
daughter who was wearing a white blouse and tight-fitting jeans. The movie 
remained almost boring until an intruder suddenly burst in on the two 
females and threatened them at gunpoint. 

"This is a very funny film," Linda remarked innocently to Tex. "It doesn't 
seem like the kind of movie they would show on an airplane for some reason." 

"Wait'll you see the rest," he laughed, giving her a lascivious glance and 
observing the puzzled expression on her face. 

In a moment she found out what he meant, and she sat bolt upright in her 
seat. The words she heard coming through the earphones were almost too 
incredible to believe. 

"Take your clothes off," she could hear the screen convict ordering the 
young daughter. 

"No ... no, please!" the mother pleaded. "You can't make her do that." 

"If you know what's good for you, you'll just shut your mouth," he snarled. 
"I'm gonna fuck her right in front of your eyes." 

"Please mother, we have to do what he says." 

Linda's eyes bugged out as she watched what was happening on screen. She 
really thought she was hallucinating now ... God, the movie was actually 
pornographic! 

Sneaking a quick glance over at Tex Barnes, she could see he was totally 
absorbed in the lewd action, raising his liquor-filled glass to his lips but 
keeping his eyes steadily fixed on the small screen, a big broad grin frozen 
on his face. 

In spite of her discomfort at being exposed to something like this, Linda's 
eyes returned to the flickering images just in time to see the daughter 
unbuttoning her blouse and reaching her arms up behind her back to remove 
her brassiere. 

"Goddamn, that's a nice lookin' set o' tits!" Tex snorted loudly as the 
young trembling actress exposed her nubile breasts to the entire audience. 
Linda could hardly keep from gasping with surprise, but the film had only 
begun... 

Next came the young girl's blue jeans, which she undid slowly, fumbling with 
the zipper until it was down far enough to reveal the pink silk swath of her 
panties in the open "vee" beneath. Almost carelessly, her thumbs hooked into 
the heavy-duty waistband of her jeans, and she began rolling them slowly 
down over her hips, pulling her panties along too at the same time. 

"Goddamn," Tex whooped. "That's one hell of a piece of ass, ain't it? How 
'bout another drink there, little miss?" 

Linda quickly shook her head no without saying a word. Her hands gripped the 
armrest of the seat tightly, her eyes riveted on the salacious celluloid 
spectacle, not daring to look over at the vulgar Texan who was making such 
unspeakable comments. God, how she wished that she'd never gone on tins 
trip. She should have known there was something funny about it, just from 
the low price the travel agency director had offered her. What a nerve to 
show such a filthy film! 

Desperately, she glanced across the aisle at the seats on the other side of 
the plane to see if her violent reaction was being shared by anyone else, 
and as she did so, the nineteen year old secretary got the shock of her 
life. There, directly across from her, was Greta, the Scandinavian-looking 
blonde she had seen earlier in the lounge. And at this very moment, Greta 
was wrapped in a lewd embrace with the mysterious man in the silk suit. The 
man's hands were all the way up underneath her sweater massaging her ripely 
mounded breasts in an obscene and passionate rhythm. The blonde's head was 
tilted back in the seat, her eyes half-closed, a delighted smile on her 
face, and she was obviously enjoying the terrible things being done to her, 
the way her breasts were being squeezed and milked with such merciless 
pressure. 

Linda swore she was going crazy! She jerked her head quickly away from the 
astounding sight across the aisle, only to confront something even more 
obscene. The film being shown had now progressed to the point where the 
innocent teenage daughter was stripped completely naked and now kneeling on 
her hands and knees as the criminal, gun in hand, mounted up close behind 
her and unzipped the fly of his pants. The camera panned in to show a 
close-up of his lust-swollen penis a huge bulging red rod of flesh poised 
quivering at the entrance to the young girl's helpless vagina. But that 
wasn't the worst of it! The expressions on the actors faces made Linda 
freeze with horror. The middle-aged mother was naturally watching aghast, 
dreading every minute of what was happening to her daughter, but her 
daughter, instead of being frightened, obviously relished the bestial 
situation. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, a rapturous smile illumined 
her face, and she was gliding her tongue hotly over her full pink lips, 
grinding her smoothly rounded buttocks back against the blood-hardened penis 
waiting to penetrate her loins. 

"Oh, yesss!" the girl hissed savagely. "I don't care if you fuck me. I'm 
going to love it." 

"No, no, Cathy!" her mother screamed. 

"You've never let me fuck anyone, Mother, and now I'm going to make up for 
it. I'm going to enjoy every second of this. Look at me, Mother. I want you 
to see it all! You're daughter is being screwed by an escaped convict, and 
she is loving every inch of his big thick cock." 

"NO! No!" the mother wailed, her eyes wide in horror. 

Linda felt her heart pounding inside her chest, her head spinning crazily. 
If it were only the movie, it wouldn't be so bad, but she had just seen what 
was happening with the blonde across the aisle from her, and her sense of 
reality was beginning to melt away from her. 

"Hey, what's the matter there, little miss?" Tex Barnes leered at her, his 
hand reaching across the seat and clasping tightly around her wrist. 

"No! Don't!" she gasped. "Please leave me alone. God! I wish I could get out 
of here." 

The pleasant expression on the Texas millionaire's face changed suddenly to 
one of cruel mockery. 

"Hell!" he blustered, "The only way to get outa here is if you got a 
parachute, and I know, sure as hell, you don't got one of them." 

He squeezed her wrist tighter until she cried out in pain. 

"Let me go!" she hissed. "I'm going to report you to the pilot." 

Mustering all the strength in her confused body, the naive young redhead 
broke free and stumbled out in the aisle, slapping at the lewd Texan's hand 
as, undaunted, he reached his hand up under the hem of her dress. 
Desperately, she ran toward the front of the plane, ducking under the movie 
screen and making her way through the first-class section. A stewardess 
tried to block her path, but Linda, with the ferocity of a cornered animal, 
pushed the girl out of the way and pulled the heavy cockpit door open. 

"Please ... I'm sorry, but you have to help me," she gushed frantically, her 
blood pounding in her ears. But suddenly she choked on her words. At first 
it was impossible to believe what was in front of her eyes, and her knuckles 
went white as she gripped the cockpit archway for support. Now, in spite of 
her horror, her gaze was riveted to the copilot's seat. 

She saw the stewardess's legs first, long sensuous legs, splayed wide and 
draped over the chair arms on either side. She saw the tightly clinging 
nylon stockings running up from her feet to the base of her undulating 
thighs, the black garter strap straining tautly and disappearing upward, 
around the voluptuous curve of her hip as she straddled the chair. God! 
Linda thought, she had been unwittingly trapped in an airborne orgy, for now 
it was unmistakably clear to her that the copilot was having sexual 
intercourse with the chief stewardess in front of her very eyes. 

The young secretary's head reeled, her blood seemingly draining from her 
body. Fighting desperately against the dizziness that threatened to overcome 
her, she forced herself to bear witness to the obscene act that was taking 
place. Irrationally, Linda wondered who was running the plane, for the pilot 
was nowhere in sight. There was only Linda and this lewdly locked couple in 
the dial-lit cockpit and all three of them were breathing heavily. 

The stewardess, facing her and tightly gripping the headrest on either side 
of the copilot's shoulders, began pumping up and down in a desperately 
quickening rhythm, as if she were riding a horse. Sucking in passionate 
gasps of air, she exhaled low animal-like moans. Only her bare smooth 
shoulders and head were visible to the helpless young secretary, her 
triangular cap perched at a cockeyed angle, ready to fall Off. 

Suddenly, the stewardess noticed the unwanted intruder and hissed at her 
with angry disgust, "Go back to your seat. Can't you see we're fucking. 
Goddamn you, get out of here!" 

The harsh brutal words hit Linda like the lash of a whip, making her body 
tremble, but in a kind of morbid fascination, she remained frozen in place. 

"Harder, harder!" she could hear the stewardess whispering savagely as her 
thighs pumped obscenely against the seat, and her body rose and fell in 
rhythm with the muttered groans of the copilot. 

She tilted her head back, her cap slipping recklessly to the floor. Linda 
could see her gritting her teeth, the veins on her neck standing out like 
steel cords. 

"Oooh, God! I'm cumming;" she gasped wildly. "Fuck me harder. Stick your 
cock deeper in my pussy! Harder! Harder!" 

A chorus of feverish grunts filled the cockpit as the stewardess's hotly 
arOused body bobbed and churned in salacious abandon, her legs locking 
around the back of the seat. Frozen in terror, Linda felt strange wicked 
sensations rippling through her own body, the same sensations she had 
experienced in Lou Stevenson's apartment that night. She knew if she watched 
any longer she might not be able to tear her eyes away, that something 
terrible might happen to her. But who could she turn to for help now? Who 
could stop this madness before the plane suddenly crashed? The tour guide! 
Yes! That woman looked like an efficient young businesswoman, someone with 
common sense enough to control this runaway situation. 

Hurriedly, before it was too late, the frantic redhead turned away from the 
cockpit and made her way back toward her seat. Half of the overhead lights 
above the seats had been turned out, and from either side of the aisle she 
could hear low muffled groans and the lewd rustling of clothes. God! How 
could she ever find the tour guide now? 

Desperately, Linda looked to the right and the left of her, but all she 
could make out were the half-naked bodies of men and women she did not know 
wrapped in torrid, writhing embrace. Deep moans and heavy gasps surrounded 
her. High-pitched giggles and sharp cries pierced her ears. It was like 
trying to forge a trail through a jungle, which instead of being blocked by 
heavy undergrowth, was obstructed by long stocking-sheathed legs dangling 
over the ends of the seats and protruding into the path. It was all so 
degenerate it seemed like a horrible nightmare. Brassieres and panties 
littered the thickly carpeted floor of the aisle, and all around her the 
laboring, grunting bodies of men and women writhed and churned in the 
lewdest acts of sex imaginable to the appalled young secretary. Frantically, 
she glanced from row to row as she slowly made her way through toward the 
back of the plane. 

At last, the dim shadowy figure of the tour guide emerged from the darkness, 
and as Linda caught sight of her, she gasped in shock, realizing that the 
one last person she could turn to had betrayed her. Tanya Foxcroft, the 
cool, controlled travel agent, had suddenly changed into a raving, 
lust-crazed whore. Standing directly in the middle of the aisle at the far 
end of the plane she had hiked her skirt high above her thighs, planted her 
long legs firmly apart and dropped her panties down between her ankles. 
Kneeling in front of her on hands and knees like a jungle animal was one of 
the stewards, and he was moving his head inch by inch up between her 
wide-held thighs toward the steaming hot wetness of her waiting pussy. 

Oooooh, Lord! Linda gasped. There was nothing she could do but watch in 
terror as the uniformed crewman gripped the tour guide's thighs and thrust 
his tongue obscenely deep into her naked cunt. Linda could almost hear the 
loud sucking sound, the desperate groan of carnal desire that spewed from 
Tanya Foxcroft's throat as the man's tongue made searing contact with her 
pussy. Linda could feel her own cuntal lips drawing inward in lewd hunger 
for a man's hot tongue between them, and in spite of her horror, her body 
trembled with pulsations of unrecognized desire. Oh God! What was happening 
to her? She shut her eyes to blot out the obscene spectacle, but her ears 
were still open, and they caught every depraved moan and cry that echoed 
from the body of the plane. 

"Suck my cunt. Oh God! Suck it!" Tanya pleaded. Her firm full breasts heaved 
and shook as she gasped for air. Her legs trembled and jerked, and her 
fingers curled savagely into the steward's hair, pulling his head closer 
against her needful pussy with the abandoned force of her lust. 

Linda felt waves of panic shooting through her body. Desperately she wanted 
to scream for help but knew it would do no good. She was captive now, a 
helpless prisoner on this ... this flying orgy. 

Just ahead of her she could see a tall lumbering figure rise from its seat 
and head toward her. It looked like a massive ghost come to possess her, and 
she backed away in fright. 

"Where the hell you been, sweetheart?" the voice boomed from the apparition. 
In her mind she knew it was Tex Barnes, but his voice sounded so much 
different now ... no longer a soft Southern drawl, but a deep threatening 
bass that shook her to the core. 

Instinctively she spun around and dashed toward the bathroom at the back of 
the plane. At least there was a lock on the door, and it was the only safe 
place for certain. 

She rushed breathlessly inside the small compartment, her heart pounding 
violently inside her chest as she put her ear to the door, only to be jolted 
away a second later by a fierce pounding on the door, accompanied by a harsh 
rasping voice. 

"Come on there, baby doll. Y'all ain't afraid of ole Tex, air ya?" The 
thumping matched in tempo her own rapid heartbeats, and it was not until 
several minutes later that both terrifying noises subsided in her ears, and 
she felt free to leave her listening post. Disgustedly, she sat down on the 
toilet seat to catch her breath and ponder the flight, locked in a bathroom. 

God! Why had things turned out so horribly on her first trip away from home, 
she wondered. She would never be able to tell anyone about this ... 
certainly not her parents, for they would never understand, and not her 
friends, either, because they wouldn't believe a word of it. She was alone 
now, locked in the bathroom of a 727 jet. And from outside the door, she 
could hear the sounds of raucous laughter, high-pitched giggles, and the 
clinking of glasses. Even the continued moaning and groaning came to her 
ears until she could almost see what was going on, men and women stripped 
naked, hotly embracing each other in the aisles, arms and legs wrapped 
around willing bodies, a sea of bobbing breasts and lust-swollen penises, 
huge spear-like shafts protruding from between heavy muscular legs. 

Stop! Stop! she wanted to scream as she felt her mind spinning out of 
control, her body growing taut with tension, but there was no way out, there 
was no relief ... or was there? For now, in her confusion, the young redhead 
realized what she had to do to keep from going insane from the debauchery 
she had witnessed. Slowly, she forced herself to relax, slumping down on the 
toilet seat, her long slender legs spread sensually apart. Her fingers 
trembling, she reached for the hem of her dress and doubled it back over her 
firmly fleshed thighs. Then, gently, she began caressing the soft inner 
sides of her legs, moving slowly upward toward the smooth tantalizing silk 
of her panties. How long it had been since she'd fingered herself! And how 
desperately she needed it now, if only to calm her frayed nerves. As she 
drew aside her frilly panty leg band, she could feel a cool rush of air 
against her exposed vagina. Her lips parting slightly, she let her eyes 
flicker shut and began massaging the soft red-fringed edges of her pussy 
until she could feel the first tentative droplets of moisture seeping down 
the tiny furrowed slit. Desperate for release now, she held the parity 
crotch band aside with one hand while she glided the middle finger of her 
other hand up toward the waiting orifice, imagining in her mind that it was 
really her handsome boss Lou Stevenson who was doing this to her. 

"Yesss," she hissed under her breath. "Do it, Lou; do it! Stick your finger 
up inside me, Goddd! Yesss!" 

Feeling as though her dream were coming true, she slipped the tip of her 
middle finger in between her moistly trembling pussy lips and wiggled it 
lusciously around. A gasp of sudden overwhelming passion escaped her throat 
as, with teasing slowness, she traced tantalizing circles over her aching 
cuntal mouth until it began to flower open in eager invitation. 

Her teeth grated against each other, her legs jerked suddenly out wider and 
she groaned with mounting abandon. God! How she wished right now that her 
own too-slim finger was a cock! How she wished she could leave this tiny box 
of safety and join the degenerate orgy taking place outside, but her 
conscience had ruined her. She would have to content herself with the 
muffled groans of carnal pleasure that wafted to her ears, content herself 
by shoving her middle finger deep up inside her cock-hungry pussy, her body 
writhing and jerking with each rhythmic thrust. In and out it pumped, making 
sucking, sluicing noises until she could feel the hot flames of desire 
licking mercilessly at her belly, begging for relief. And then, in a minute, 
oh God! She was cumming, cumming! Lou, Lou, yes, Lou! Do it to me, Lou, 
harder I Harder! Her body suddenly convulsed, and the waves of unbearable 
pleasure began shuddering through her helpless belly, bringing with them 
from the depths of her panty-clad loins the hot liquid moisture of her 
orgasmic relief, flowing out of her spasming cunt and down along her soft 
voluptuous thighs to pool lewdly below her buttocks. Then, with a final gasp 
and a sigh of total relief, the exhausted secretary collapsed back against 
the toilet compartment wall. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The knock on the bathroom door came softly at first, but changed abruptly to 
a series of sharp raps when Linda didn't answer immediately. 

"You'll have to return to your seat please. ' We're almost ready to land," 
the stewardess called from outside. 

Linda started, rudely awakened from her dream, shook her head and rubbed her 
eyes. The stewardess's voice repeated itself over and over again like a tape 
recording: 

"Miss, please, you'll have to return to your seat now." 

"Yes, yes!" Linda answered, straightening out her dress and glancing quickly 
in the mirror. God! She must have slept for hours, she thought to herself, 
and yet she could hardly shake off her exhaustion. Her muscles felt stiff 
and sore from her cramped position in the tiny bathroom compartment, her 
eyes were puffy and her hair, though she tried to rearrange it as best she 
could, was a mess of split ends and wayward strands. Impatiently, then, the 
stewardess knocked again. 

"Yes, I'm coming," the young secretary snapped irritably as she struggled 
with the latch. Pulling the door open, she suddenly found herself face to 
face with the very same woman she'd seen so obscenely occupied in the 
cockpit last night. As a gasp of surprise escaped her lips, she could feel 
herself blushing, but the stewardess did not give the faintest hint of 
recognizing her. If she remembered Linda as the unwelcome intruder, her face 
refused to show it in the least. 

"Hurry! You'll have to take a seat up here," she said. "We're beginning our 
descent for Orly airport." 

Moving with the quick efficiency of a true professional, the female crew 
member guided Linda to a seat and disappeared behind a curtain further up 
front. 

The young traveler fumbled nervously with her seat belt and breathed a sigh 
of relief as she finally managed to hook it together. At last, she would be 
in Paris, free once and for all. But what should she do? She couldn't very 
well escape from the "Dawn Patrol" group by going to a different hotel and 
setting out on her own. She didn't have enough money for one thing this trip 
was all paid for, and she certainly couldn't afford another plane ticket 
home. And then, of course, she knew no French at all. No, she would have to 
stick with them and yet try to remain as aloof as possible. She could tell 
that wouldn't be difficult at all, for now as she glanced at the seats 
across the aisle, she could see people staring at her in a funny way, as 
though they knew she didn't belong to this group. They were giving her 
suspicious sidelong glances and then looking away when she returned them. 
There's really no choice, she thought bitterly, either I've got to become a 
complete whore to fit in with them, or remain an outcast. Well, in that 
case, I'm just going to remain an outcast, she resolved. 

In an attempt to calm her frayed nerves, Linda looked out the window and 
could see the runways of the airport below as the plane glided smoothly 
toward its target. Somewhere behind her, she could hear a familiar voice 
bellowing like a pig slopper, "Paris, here I come!" Tex Barnes, of course. 
That was followed by a shattering rebel yell, which was greeted with 
embarrassed titters from the other passengers. 

That was just the way normal people would react, Linda thought. But last 
night, nothing had been normal here. These very same people had been making 
love with each other in the aisles, on the seats and in the cockpit, every 
one of them taking part in a scandalous orgy. And now what were they doing? 
Reading magazines and chatting among themselves. Was it possible that the 
combination of the tranquilizer and the liquor Tex Barnes had given her had 
caused hallucinations? She'd heard about things like that happening, 
although it was difficult to deny what she thought she'd seen with her own 
eyes. At any rate, the worst was over, and she was determined to forget 
about it and have a good time in Paris. God, she prayed Tex Barnes wouldn't 
chase her the way he'd done last night. 

As these thoughts and fears whirled through the nineteen year old redhead's 
mind, the plane touched down so slowly on the runway that Linda hardly 
realized she was on the ground ... It was like a dream come true, being in a 
place so far away and so exciting at long last ... away from the heartache 
of her boss's impending marriage. 

* * * 

Among the passengers boarding the tourist bus outside Orly airport was a 
tall, shapely young secretary, who looked as though she were trying to run 
away from someone, and that was exactly what Linda Beach was trying to do. 

"Hey, y'all seen a cute little redhead around here?" Tex Barnes demanded of 
his fellow tourists as he elbowed his way through the line queued up outside 
the bus door. "Goddamn if I can find her anywhere!" 

Oh no, Linda cringed as she squeezed farther inside and tried to hide behind 
the other passengers, he's coming after me. Safely inside now, she could see 
the burly Texan peering through the windows, bobbing up and down on tiptoes, 
craning his neck like a stork. She ducked down low, even at the risk of 
looking ridiculous and slipped into a seat at the very rear of the bus. The 
sunglasses she was wearing would offer a little bit of protection, but in 
addition she decided it was best to slump down in the seat and spread open a 
magazine she had brought with her. At least she was safe for the moment, 
Linda thought as the bus began filling up, but then she could hear him 
calling out for her again from the front as he entered. 

"Hey, li'l miss, where are ya? I didn't come all the way from Houston to 
play no hide an' seek." 

If only she could melt into the seat! If only he hadn't turned on her the 
way he'd done last night, then everything would be all right, she wouldn't 
mind sitting next to him and listening to his funny Texas accent. But now 
she merely raised the magazine higher in front of her face to disguise 
herself. 

At that moment, though, the young secretary was rescued from unexpected 
quarters. 

"Tex, darling, you're really acting silly. Now let's just sit down and enjoy 
our trip." 

It was the voice of the tall dark-haired fashion model, Linda was sure of 
it. And it seemed to do the trick. 

"Guess I ain't got no choice, do I," he grumbled. 

"Come, come, darling," Natalie said. "Sit next to me and tell me all about 
your beautiful oil wells. After all, we haven't seen each other since the 
last "Dawn Patrol". 

Fortunately for the young secretary, the fully loaded bus suddenly lurched 
forward to begin the ride into Paris, and the oil man was now safely in 
Natalie's clutches, where he couldn't do her any harm. Breathing a sigh of 
relief, Linda stared out the window with child-like fascination, wondering 
what the romantic city would be like when they came to it, trying to get her 
mind off the traumatic events of the flight over. 

Paris turned out to be even more fascinating than she expected. The hotel 
located right near the Champs-Elysees, the broad boulevard similar to Fifth 
Avenue in New York was remarkably elegant compared to what she had expected 
marble columns, classical statues, neatly uniformed bellboys. It was all so 
unreal, so unlike anything she had known before. 

Taking pains to keep out of Tex's way, Linda claimed her room key at the 
desk under the supervision of the tour guide, Tanya Foxcroft, who was once 
again prim and proper and all business after a wild night. 

A bellboy took her luggage and showed her to her room the most sumptuous 
hotel room she'd ever seen. Magnificent velvet curtains framed spacious 
windows that opened out onto a cozy balcony overlooking the city. An ornate 
chandelier hung suspended from the ceiling, and a luxurious four-poster bed 
graced one corner of the big room. Linda bounced playfully on it for a 
moment and then set about unpacking. 

Thank goodness I bought some new clothes before I left, she thought to 
herself, as she neatly removed a bundle of dresses from her wardrobe bag and 
hung them in the closet, carefully scrutinizing each one to decide what to 
wear for lunch even though it was only ten-thirty. Her eye lit on a low-cut 
yellow spring dress and she wondered if it were still too early in the 
season to wear it ... besides, it was so expensive, it might be better to 
save for dinner or a night on the town. No, she decided, suddenly feeling 
reckless and daring. I'm tired of looking like a nineteen year old 
secretary. There's no reason why those other women on the tour should have 
an excuse to act superior to me. After all, I'm just as attractive as they 
are ... in fact, I'm better looking than a lot of them. 

In a moment Linda's thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the 
door. It turned out to be the bellboy bearing a silver ice bucket with a 
bottle of champagne inside. 

"But you must have the wrong room," the young redhead tried to protest. 

"No, mademoiselle. Room number three-fourteen." 

The bellboy entered, set the bucket on the writing desk, and left without 
even waiting for a tip. Who in the world would do a thing like this? she 
wondered and then noticed the card draped over the bucket's rim. It read 
simply: 

Greetings from your neighbor down the hall. 

Of course, it must be Tex Barnes, but why? Was this his way of apologizing 
for what had happened on the flight? Or was he trying to soften her up for 
something? Either way it was very flattering to be sent a whole bottle of 
champagne, and it made her think perhaps the trip wouldn't be so bad after 
all. She gazed at the bottle for a moment, and then turned away, facing in 
the direction of the spacious canopied bed ... it looked so inviting, and 
she still felt exhausted. 

In just a matter of minutes the tired teenager had climbed in bed and fallen 
asleep, the events of her first transatlantic flight having taken their toll 
on her nerves. Over and over again she found herself dreaming of Lou 
Stevenson and how foolish she'd been not to go to bed with him. Why couldn't 
she be carefree and liberal like other young secretaries she knew? Why was 
she so stiff and panicky whenever the possibility of sleeping with a man 
arose? Something deep in her subconscious supplied a new answer to those 
questions, a tiny voice murmuring to her, You 're away from home now, Linda, 
you can do anything you like, be anything you want. . . 

And as this truth struck her like a revelation, she jerked awake and shook 
her head clear, emerging from her deep sleep as though she had been slapped. 
When she checked her watch, she found it was already noon, and feeling she 
was wasting valuable sightseeing time, she hurried out of bed. 

With a new mental lease on life, the young redhead went through the whole 
routine of applying makeup and eye shadow and carefully stroking her rich 
lustrous auburn hair with a brush. Whistling, she slipped into the low-cut 
yellow dress she'd rejected earlier and inspected herself proudly in the 
mirror. 

Yes, I am just as attractive as those other women, she told herself 
confidently. And with reason, too, for the yellow sheath dress molded to her 
body the way her nylon stockings clung to her legs almost like second 
skin-displaying to full advantage her curvaceous hips and her ripe young 
breasts with their accentuated cleavage. The hem of the dress came to 
mid-thigh, the shortest dress Linda had ever worn, in fact, and revealed a 
pair of smooth shapely legs that would be the envy of any of the older women 
on the tour. Feeling self-assured for the first time, she set out for the 
hotel dining room on the ground floor. 

Several minutes later, as she entered, Linda felt as though she were on 
display, but in spite of the stares and murmurs, she kept her eyes focused 
straight ahead and followed the headwaiter to a table apart from the others 
in her tour group. God, she was really an outcast now, she thought to 
herself, but it was her own fault that she was eating alone. After all, she 
had overslept. And besides, she tried to convince herself, she really didn't 
want to be with these people anyway ... these corrupt, obscene people who 
had performed such depraved acts on the airplane. The only thing to do now 
was wait for what she hoped would be an interesting meal and try to look as 
relaxed as possible. 

There was a long wait until a steaming plate of strange-looking things in 
shells were set in front of her and her wine glass was filled. What in the 
world? she wondered as she stared curiously at her first course. And then it 
hit her. 

Snails! Linda winced at the very idea. Who in the world could eat snails, 
and how were you supposed to get them out of the shell anyway? There were so 
many utensils in front of her now, she hardly knew which ones to use ... 
regular knives and forks plus a tiny little fork and something that looked 
like a dentist's clamp. It was an embarrassing predicament not knowing how 
to eat something you didn't want to eat to begin with. 

Unknown to the young secretary, however, a certain Frenchman sitting at a 
nearby table had observed her plight. 

"Permit me to introduce myself, mademoiselle," he said as he presented 
himself at her table. "I am Marcel Dupont. May I please join you?" 

At first Linda had no idea how to react, but of course it would be rude to 
refuse him. 

"Yes, certainly," she said, after a moment's hesitation, flattered that at 
least she had caught someone's eye. 

"Permit me to show you," he offered, motioning to her plate. "You use this 
to pick up the shell, and then simply you remove the snail from inside." 

Marcel demonstrated, using the thing that looked like a dentist's tool to 
hold the shell as he plucked the snail free, dipping it in the garlic sauce. 

Linda concealed her fears at eating something that looked so strange and 
followed his example. 

To her surprise, the sauce tasted rather good, and the snail wasn't so bad 
after all. Thank God someone had shown her how to go about eating it, 
someone as charming and personable as this handsome young Frenchman. 

"Oh, but I should wait until you order something," she said, suddenly 
remembering her manners. 

"No, no," Marcel protested. "You eat now, and I will call the waiter." 

With that he raised his hand and expertly waved over a short dark-haired man 
in a white coat, ordering his meal in a few rapid phrases in French. 
Needless to say, the young secretary was impressed by his command of two 
languages. 

"Where did you learn such good English, Mister Dupont?" she asked, gazing at 
him with an awestruck expression. 

"Please, call me Marcel," he said first. Then, shrugging his shoulders as if 
to dismiss her compliment modestly, he lied with a smile. "I lived in 
England for several years." 

It was a convenient lie, for the young olive-complexioned Frenchman could 
not very well tell her that he had learned English by seducing young 
American tourists like herself. It was surprising how much one could learn 
in bed, he mused ... not that it was a one-way street. He also gave 
something in return his experience in sexual matters which these innocent 
American girls were grateful for in the end, even though they always put up 
such a fight in the beginning. 

Every spring it was the same. Busloads of sightseers would arrive with 
attractive young girls so ready and eager for a little cock especially, if 
it belonged to the suave Frenchman of their dreams, and Marcel had merely 
taken it upon himself to supply their needs, indeed had been doing it for 
years now. Of course, it was an investment, so much wining and dining, but 
then the rewards were worthwhile. This year, it seemed, he was particularly 
lucky, finding an attractive young redhead dining alone, although she 
obviously was part of the group these other Americans belonged to. 

"But tell me, why are you sitting by yourself?" he inquired. 

"It's a very long story really ... Actually, I came down late for lunch ... 
but there are other things, too." 

"But that's not right," the Frenchman said firmly. "An attractive girl like 
you should have company." 

"But I do now," Linda said, laughing gaily. It seemed things might turn out 
right after all. 

Marcel's meal arrived, and the two of them dined. Linda couldn't help 
noticing the glances she was getting from other members of the tour group 
Tex Barnes in particular, who was sitting several tables away, slurping his 
dessert and squinting over at her with a pointed stare. God, he was 
certainly persistent, she thought. Thank goodness this nice Frenchman had 
come along. At least now she had some decent company. 

"Tell me," Marcel said casually. "Would you like to see Paris with me 
tonight?" 

His offer had come sooner than the young secretary had expected, but she 
accepted almost immediately. What luck to be able to see Paris with a real 
Frenchman, and such a handsome one at that! 

* * * 

The afternoon passed quickly, and when Marcel came to pick her up in the 
evening she could not help but remember her long-ago date with Lou 
Stevenson. 

But tonight she found herself eating at a French restaurant in Paris, not 
Philadelphia, and afterward going to three different and rather expensive 
clubs. Tonight was far more exciting than that fateful night with her boss 
two months ago, far more enjoyable too, if she had to admit it. 

Shortly after midnight, as the young couple strolled along the glittering 
Champs-Ely sees in the direction of the hotel, Marcel reached out for her 
hand, and Linda did not resist in the least. They looked like any other pair 
of young lovers sauntering through the ancient streets of Paris. 

"Tell me, Marcel," she asked. "What do you do for a living?" 

"I am an artist," he said proudly, smiling at her with his dark, deep-set 
eyes. 

"But you don't look like one at all." 

"Ah yes, but you see I work for an advertising agency," he quickly 
countered. "And you?" 

"I'm just a secretary, I'm afraid. I work for a law firm in Philadelphia." 

"But that is a very big job. You must have many responsibilities." 

Yes, she was about to say ... I have a lot of responsibilities, but I'm 
still treated like a child by everyone. She kept it to herself, though, and 
only smiled at her date as they rounded the corner and approached the hotel. 
Inside the lobby Linda hesitated a moment, wondering whether Marcel was 
going to kiss her goodnight, but to her surprise he drew his hand around her 
waist and led her toward the elevator. 

"Come, I walk you to your room. This is a big hotel. You may get lost." 

She hadn't expected this at all, but for once made up her mind that she 
wasn't going to act like a little prude. After all, what harm could there be 
inviting him up for a glass of Tex Barnes' champagne? 

Inside the elevator, Marcel wrapped his arm around her shoulder and stared 
hypnotically into her eyes. She did not resist, and her body softened as he 
drew her tight against him. Suddenly he was kissing her, pressing his lips 
wetly against hers and his tongue searching between her teeth. Oh, God! A 
French kiss from a real Frenchman! 

As Marcel smoothly slid his hand up inside her coat and cupped it over her 
breasts, her body began to tremble with an excitement she had experienced 
only once before, but still her conscience got the best of her and she 
pushed him gently away, holding him at bay with her hands on his shoulders. 

"Marcel we can't. We don't know each other well enough yet." 

"Ah yes!" he laughed amiably. "But you have such a short time here." 

"Of course you're right," she said as the elevator doors opened and they 
stepped into the hallway. "But we can't do everything in two weeks." 

Marcel smiled knowingly as if to say "We'll see about that", and took her 
arm to escort her to her room. 

"I hear strange noises," he remarked as she fished out the door key from her 
pocketbook. Linda could feel herself blushing. Judging from the raucous 
laughter flooding the halls, she knew what was happening exactly the same 
thing that had happened on the flight over. 

Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Greta, the Scandinavian blonde, 
emerging from a room down the hallway clad only in her brassiere and 
panties, and balancing a drink in her hand. 

"Oh, la la!" Marcel exclaimed. "These are friends of yours?" 

"Yoo-hoo," Greta called as she knocked on the door on the opposite side of 
the hallway. "It's party time, open up. No locked doors, remember?" 

The door opened a moment later and she disappeared behind it, Marcel's eyes 
fixed on her the whole time she was visible. Linda was beginning to feel 
like a fool now, for she knew that Marcel realized she was part of this 
strange group, and it was bound to give him funny ideas. But she would put a 
stop to that before it even started, she decided immediately. 

"Thank you for such a wonderful evening," she said, blocking the doorway to 
her room. 

"Yes, but the night is not over," he replied, putting his hands boldly on 
her tiny waist and pulling her toward him. He kissed her passionately again, 
thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth, bending her tightly against him 
and crushing her soft breasts to his hard muscular chest. He had no 
intention at all of making this a goodnight kiss. This was just going to be 
the first of many. 

Downstairs in the lobby several "Dawn Patrol" stragglers had just filed in 
from their night's revels. They staggered drunkenly, arms draped over each 
other's shoulders, and made their way through the sedate surroundings 
laughing and yelling, weaving and bobbing as they walked. Tex Barnes, their 
unofficial leader, let out one of his special yells, which nearly caused the 
night clerk to pass out, and then untangled himself from Natalie. 

"Y'all go on up to my suite," he instructed her, suddenly sober. "I'll be up 
there in a minute." 

"Well, I like that" she protested. "Leaving a poor helpless damsel all alone 
in this hotel. . . " 

"Helpless, my ass! Go on, vamoose," he snapped at her angrily. Natalie 
scowled a moment and finally obeyed his instructions, heading toward the 
hotel elevator. 

In spite of the enormous amount of liquor he had consumed at various night 
clubs, Tex Barnes was now stone cold sober, and his eyes focused on the 
sultry fashion model to make sure that she got on the elevator. When she had 
disappeared, followed by the rest of the crowd, he approached the night 
clerk, and to the latter's astonishment, addressed him in nearly perfect 
French salted with a Texas accent. 

"Hotel wages aren't very good these days," Tex winked. 

"Hardly enough to support my family," the clerk replied, recovering from the 
shock of being addressed in French by a cowboy. 

"But there are ways of supplementing one's income ... for example..." And he 
withdrew a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "Of course, it's not worth 
as much as it used to be, but still it takes care of the liquor bill, not 
so?" 

"Oui, monsieur," the clerk replied with a sly smile. 

"I seem to have lost my hotel key," Tex continued. "I'm in room 314, if you 
remember correctly. Perhaps you have an extra one you could lend me." 

"I think that could be arranged," the clerk said, turning to the key rack in 
back of him. A swift exchange followed, the hundred-dollar bill crossing the 
counter in one direction and the key to Linda Beach's hotel room in the 
other. 

"Merci, monsieur," Tex said. "You're a fine feller." 

"Tell me, sir," the clerk called .after him. "Where did you learn such good 
French?" 

"I studied at the Sorbonne," the oil millionaire replied as he swaggered 
away, bouncing the room key in his hand. 

Hell, Tex thought to himself, money could buy anything ... anything except 
an upstanding young virgin like Linda Beach, that took something more than 
money. But Tex knew he had whatever it took. It was just a question now of 
surprising her in her room and sharing a little champagne together. It might 
take some smart talking, but I'm a pretty fast talker, the Texan assured 
himself. 

The elevator carrying Tex Barnes almost reached the third floor when Linda 
decided, once and for all, that it was pointless to resist Marcel any more. 
The young Frenchman, after all, was attractive enough, and besides, she 
would never see him again once the trip was over. 

"All right, come in," she said. "Quickly, before anyone sees us." 

As she closed the door behind them the elevator door opened down the 
hallway, and Tex Barnes moved stealthily out, heading in the direction of 
room 314. 

Inside that very room Linda curled her arms slowly up around Marcel's neck, 
moving into his arms in silent promise of better things to come. God, she 
hadn't meant to let this happen so fast, and he was bound to take it the 
wrong way. But still she could feel the masculine hardness rising inside his 
pants, its thick blunt head pressing against her thigh, and it made wicked 
little needles and pins dance inside her belly. 

"Oh, Marcel," she whispered. "I never expected to meet anybody like you on 
this trip." 

"Shh," Marcel said. "We kiss now, not talk." 

Unknown to the young couple, their conversation was being overheard at that 
moment, for by now Tex Barnes had reached the door of Linda's room and 
pressed his ear tightly against it. 

"Well, I'll be goddamned," he muttered under his breath. He hadn't expected 
this at all. His prize young virgin had arrived, and someone else was 
getting to her first it sure didn't seem like they were playing checkers in 
there. 

"Aha! I see you have champagne!" the male voice from inside exclaimed. 

"Yes, it was a present from someone." 

"You have an admirer, then...." 

"Oh, not really. He's just a funny man from Texas who talks like a cowboy." 

Bullshit! Tex wanted to roar, but bit his tongue. Here they were about to 
drink his champagne and she was calling him a funny little man! Some 
gratitude, all right. This little broad was downright unpatriotic ... There 
was a silence now followed a moment later by the sound of a cork popping. 

"Cheers!" Marcel said inside the room as he handed Linda a glass. "Come, we 
sit down. I turn off the big light." 

"W ... wait, Marcel. I'm not sure if we should. We're both awfully tired." 

"Shh!" he quieted her. "That's why we sit on the bed." 

Through the crack under the doorway Tex could see the light suddenly flick 
off, and he listened even more intently to what was going on. Hell, this 
greasy little frog certainly wasn't wasting any time... 

"Marcel, it's so dark in here with only that bed lamp. I can't see my 
champagne to drink it. Maybe I should turn the top light back on." 

"Come, sit next to me. Do not worry about the light." 

There was another long silence, interrupted only by the clinking of glasses 
in another toast. Finally, after a moment he could hear the two of them 
speaking in soft whispers. 

"But I've only just met you," the young secretary murmured. 

"But you must think of this as your holiday. You are here in Paris, far away 
from home. Here you may do anything you like. You are free." 

Good line, you sneaky bastard, Tex thought to himself, and he waited for 
Linda's reply, but there was nothing except for a muffled gasping and the 
squeaking of bedsprings. Hell, how could a virgin like her give in so 
easily? he wondered. And now he was going to find out as he withdrew the 
commandeered door key from his pocket and inserted it carefully into the 
lock. He waited a moment, before turning it, until he could hear the sound 
of voices again. 

"You must trust me," he could hear the Frenchman reassuring Linda. "I will 
not do anything you do not like, but I can show you many new things. 
Remember, no one will ever know." 

"It's not that I don't trust you, Marcel ... It's just that I've never..." 

"Shh! It is no time to talk now." 

That was the signal for Tex to turn the key in the lock and push the door 
open slightly, and when he peeked inside, his eyes focused on the two of 
them sitting side by side on the bed, the scene illuminated by a small light 
on an end table. Goddamn, that little girl had a body like a bomb shell, Tex 
observed. And she sure as hell didn't dress like a virgin. 

The millionaire feasted his eyes on the tight-fitting yellow dress that 
boldly accentuated the nineteen year old redhead's maturely flaring hips, 
her full high-set breasts and the long sensual legs exposed almost to the 
tops of her thighs by the hem which was now hiked up toward her hips. Hell, 
he wanted to jump right on that bed this minute and plant his cock deep up 
inside her belly, only he knew it was impossible. He knew that old Tex 
Barnes would have to stand and watch while his prize virgin was pawed by a 
puny smart-aleck Frenchman, and it made him madder than hell. 

"You must relax now," Marcel whispered as he glided his hand over her belly, 
feeling her whole body tremble slightly. He could tell now she hadn't been 
lying when she hinted at her inexperience. She was an overdue virgin, like 
many American girls he had met on trips to Paris, but he knew very well that 
none of them stayed that way very long at least not while he was around. And 
he could almost sense this one's readiness to surrender to him. 

Curling his arm around Linda's hips he rolled her over on her side so that 
she was facing him. Then his hand moved slowly up toward the zipper of her 
dress in back. 

"W ... what are you going to do?" 

"Don't worry. You must stay very relaxed." 

"But you're taking my dress off," Linda protested feebly as his fingers 
gripped the zipper and began gliding it down in back. God, there was really 
no use fighting it now, she told herself, for deep inside she knew she 
wanted Marcel to teach her everything he knew. The only thing was, she 
didn't want to learn it all at once. She was determined, in spite of her 
deep-seated urge to surrender her virginity, not to let him go all the way 
tonight. She was not ready for such a sudden plunge yet.... 

As the back of her dress fell away from the zipper on either side, the young 
redhead felt a cool rush of air against her naked flesh beneath. Marcel was 
now up on his knees on the mattress hovering over her as he bent forward and 
slipped her shoulder straps down her arms. She lay perfectly still, slightly 
afraid, and yet unwilling to protest as he worked the dress down over her 
hips and then gently off her trembling legs. She even found herself helping 
him, drawing her legs up a little as he slipped the garment free over her 
feet. 

Outside the door Tex's eyes bulged like yoyos, and his cock sprang up inside 
his pants as hard as a rock. He hadn't expected this at all. Christ, in less 
than ten minutes this innocent young secretary was lying half-naked on the 
bed with a perfect stranger. From under the hem of her lacy half-slip he 
could see the frilly strap of her garter that ran to the top of her tightly 
clinging nylon stockings. He could see her breasts heaving as she took a 
deep breath to calm herself, her nipples stiffening against the confines of 
her brassiere. If that ballsy little Frenchman tries to stick his skinny 
cock inside her, I'll run in there and bust his head, the millionaire swore 
silently as he pushed the door open a crack wider. 

But Marcel was not ready for that, not yet. 

He was going to do everything very slowly, teasing her with the suspense 
until she could stand it no longer ... Unaware of his audience he removed 
his suit coat and laid it at the foot of the bed next to Linda's dress, then 
he crawled back up beside her and ran his fingers lightly up and down over 
her stockings, advancing toward her garter strap and retreating playfully, 
and then moving in for the kill. 

Suddenly he moved his hand up beneath her slip and let his fingertips play 
over the soft white flesh of her naked belly beneath. 

"Please, Marcel," she gasped. "We can't go too far tonight. I'm ... I'm not 
ready." 

"No," Marcel reassured her. "We will not go far tonight, but I will show you 
something new, something you will like very much." 

Now what did that slimy little no-good have up his sleeve? Tex wondered as 
his rough-hewn body clung to the partly open door of Linda's hotel room. It 
wasn't long before he found out, for now the Frenchman had grasped the 
frilly hem of Linda's half-slip and began doubling it back over her belly. 
But he didn't stop there. 

In a minute it was up above her waist and draped carelessly over her 
brassiere-clad breasts. 

"But it's cold in here like this," Linda said feebly. 

"It will be very warm in a minute. Come, you must trust me." 

She wavered as he gazed deeply into her eyes, her mind torn between 
surrender and refusal. God, she thought, he was really a perfect stranger, 
and this was the first day she had ever seen him in her life ... She felt so 
confused, and yet couldn't deny the strange, hot and cold sensations of 
desire stirring in her loins. No one would ever know, she told herself, and 
there was a first time for everything ... you can't be a child forever. 

Her mind made up at last, the young secretary crossed her arms and lifted 
the slip up over her head. She did not even protest when Marcel drew her 
toward him and quickly undid her brassiere. God, she was practically naked 
now, her stockings and panties the only remnants of clothing left to protect 
her, should she change her mind at the last minute. For the first time, 
though, she experienced a sensation of total freedom. 

Marcel's hands firmly grasped her hips now and slid her back down on the 
mattress beside him. Before she knew what was happening he clamped his lips 
hotly over her right breast, his tongue tracing maddening circles around the 
stiffly erected nipple. 

"Oh God, Marcel!" Linda gasped helplessly, her whole body squirming with 
desire. She could feel both breasts swelling, ready to burst ... God, she 
was being sucked by a perfect stranger! 

He opened his mouth wider, his tongue slithering over her sensitive breast 
flesh as if wanting to devour her. Then he began a rhythmic sucking motion 
drawing her nerve-charged nipple deep inside and then releasing it, as with 
his right hand he began squeezing and kneading the softly yielding flesh of 
her other breast, trapping the pointed red nipple between thumb and 
forefinger and rolling it until she mewled with frenzied desire. 

"God, God, don't ... Please stop!" she begged, the voices of her conscience 
screaming at her, but she knew it was impossible. She wanted this more than 
anything ... she wanted to be sucked and licked all over, and now her hands 
traitorously curled into his thick dark hair and pulled his head tighter 
against her heaving breast. All she could feel now was his maddening tongue, 
consuming her, licking with wild desire at her unspoiled flesh, and she was 
enjoying it, enjoying every second of it. 

"Oh, s ... suck me, suck me!" she gasped, forcing the lewd word from her 
mouth as she grasped his belt and pulled his loins tightly against her own. 
She could feel his stiffly expanded penis beneath his pants, throbbing 
between her legs, screaming to be let out ... but no, not tonight, she 
couldn't let him do that to her tonight. 

His hand was up in between her legs now, moving toward her panties and 
though she tried to hold her knees tightly together, it only seemed to 
excite him even more. 

"No, Marcel, not there!" she pleaded frantically, but it was no use. His 
fingertips were playing against the soft silk strip of her panty crotch band 
now, and in spite of her fear she felt tiny droplets of moisture oozing down 
between her cuntal lips, the panty silk trapping them like dewdrops on a 
spider's web. 

His middle finger teased her wetly pantied cuntal slit as his head bobbed 
back and forth over her naked breasts, his tongue slithering snake-like over 
her unprotected flesh. God, it was all over now! She knew she could resist 
no longer. She could feel his middle finger poised at the entrance to her 
vagina, and then slowly, ever so slowly pushing her panty silk in between 
her hungrily clutching pussy lips. Jesus, she couldn't fight him now. She 
had to do whatever he wanted, just for relief from the crazy delicious ache 
between her legs. It wasn't time yet to accept a man's penis up into her 
vagina, but still she trembled at the idea. 

Suddenly the eager sucking of her breast ceased and Marcel propped himself 
up on the bed over her on his elbows. 

"Now you are ready," he said. 

Linda closed her eyes and lay back flat against the mattress, her body 
pulsing with lustful desire, and yet she couldn't let him fuck her now ... 
It was still too early. 

"No, Marcel, I can't, not yet," she gasped, her rounded breasts heaving 
voluptuously as she sought for air. 

"No, it is not what you think. It is something new for you," he chuckled. 
"Something we will both enjoy." 

With that, he stripped his shirt off and maneuvered himself down toward her 
feet. Spreading her nylon-sheathed legs apart on either side of him, he 
moved up in between her thighs and ran his hands in lewd anticipation over 
her lacy white garter snaps. 

"W ... what are you doing, Marcel?" Linda asked innocently as she pushed 
herself up on her arms to watch the cagey Frenchman. 

What the hell do you think he's doin'? Tex Barnes growled mentally from the 
doorway. He's gonna suck your pussy. And in spite of his jealousy, the bulky 
Texan found himself consciously egging the Frenchman on. Goddamn, this was 
one hell of a show all right. 

After he had satisfied himself with the look and feel of the young 
secretary's pantied thighs, Marcel curled his fingers into the waistband of 
Linda's panties and rolled them down off her unresisting legs, tossing them 
haphazardly behind him. Then he glided her legs persuasively apart as she 
gazed at him in a semi-hypnotic trance. 

At last, she knew what he., was going to do. He was going to lick and suck 
her helpless young cunt, stick his tongue deep inside her vagina and fuck 
her that way! God, she'd heard about things like this but never believed it 
would happen to her. Her body stiffened at the thought of unknown 
penetration into her loins, and she could feel the warm rush of his breath 
on her nakedly exposed pussy flesh. 

She tilted her head back and clenched her eyes tightly shut, and suddenly 
the words poured from her mouth. 

"Suck me!" she pleaded. "Suck my cunt!" 

Bending forward, Marcel eagerly pressed his lips against the hotly quivering 
flesh of her belly. The warm wet contact sent a chill of electricity 
rippling up her spine, and she reached forward with her hands to lock her 
fingers in his hair. 

Suddenly he dropped his lips to the garter-framed "vee" of her pussy and 
spread apart the moisture-drenched lips with his thumbs, as he flicked his 
tongue quickly up into the flowering wet slit of her vagina. 

Linda squirmed from his tormenting touch. God, there was no turning back 
now, though she hadn't expected anything as obscene as this ... it felt too 
good to be real. 

As for Marcel, he was determined to show this young American girl everything 
he knew. He wanted to see her innocent body bucking and writhing beneath 
him, begging for his cock ... not just tonight but every night she was here 
on vacation. He was the teacher, and class was about to begin. 

Linda's tongue circled her lips as tiny pleasure-pangs of excitement surged 
up and down her spine. What would Lou Stevenson think of her now? she 
wondered ... but this was no time to think of Lou as Marcel's thumbs gently 
teased the lips of her vagina slowly apart. As they spread wider before his 
eyes, a deep groan burst from the Frenchman's chest and his tongue suddenly 
thrust into the soft moist cavity of her cunt. 

Her body bucked, a soulful moan escaping from her throat, and her buttocks 
ground hard against his face in response to the tickling assault on her 
secret flesh. 

"OH GOD! OOOOOOOOOOH, YOUR TONGUE!" she gasped, still not believing anything 
this indecent could feel so good. Her head was up off the mattress now, her 
eyes wide open and fastened on Marcel's face buried obscenely between her 
stocking-clad legs. 

His cool self-control had vanished, until now his head was bobbing up and 
down in greedy feast of her loins, his tongue mingling with the hot juices 
of her cunt, sending spasms of delight throughout her quivering body. 

The Texas millionaire's cock pounded crazily in his pants as he witnessed 
the incredible spectacle unfolding in the room before him. Damn, he couldn't 
believe she was being tongue-fucked by this skinny Frenchman. Go to it, you 
bastard, he found him urging his rival on in spite of his jealousy. His grip 
on the door jam tightened as he saw Linda's legs suddenly kick out wide and 
up, her feet pointing toward the ceiling. Jesus, that kid was really getting 
to her now! 

"OOOOOOOOOOH! SUCK ME!" Linda suddenly cried, driven mad by the hotly 
snaking tongue inside her cunt. Digging her fingers tight into Marcel's 
scalp, she jerked his face even harder against her vagina. 

His tongue probed deeper, his eyes wide open and staring at the contortions 
of lust on her face. She was his now, his to do anything he wanted with. 

Linda squirmed and mewled in response to the delicious inroads he was making 
in her nakedly spasming pussy. God, it was all so obscene! Here she was, 
thousands of miles away from her parents, writhing and squirming on a hotel 
bed as a handsome foreigner, a total stranger, drove his tongue maddeningly 
in and out of her pussy. 

Marcel's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued his savage tongue 
thrusts. He could see her red hair thrashing from side to side, her whitely 
rounded breasts quivering, her hips grinding harder against his face and he 
knew that she had surrendered. If he wanted it, he could have her begging 
for his cock. But not yet ... He would save that for tomorrow or the next 
day. Now he was going to suck her pussy until the hot juices deep inside 
burst forth and flooded around his pistoning tongue. He was going to suck 
and lick her helpless pussy until she screamed for mercy ... and then some! 

Linda's body writhed with desire in spite of the obscene thing being done to 
her. Closing her eyes tight, she bared her lips back over her teeth, while 
her buttocks churned and bucked crazily against the mattress. 

"Yesssss, yessss, lick my cunt!" she hissed as his tongue rippled inside her 
wetly lubricated pussy. Lewd gurgling noises spewed from her throat as she 
pulled frantically at his hair, and her belly quivered with need. 

"Goddamn," Tex Barnes rasped. "She's the horniest virgin I ever did see." He 
was practically cumming in his pants just watching this salacious spectacle. 
As his eyes feasted on the dimly lit scene, he saw her legs suddenly kick 
out and up again on either side of Marcel's shoulders, dangling loosely in 
the air as she jerked her hips hard against his face. 

Gritting her teeth, she threw her head back, the veins in her neck bulging 
like steel rods. Her cuntal lips palpitated madly with each violent stab of 
his scorching tongue, her body bucking in wild abandon. 

"Deeper, deeper!" she begged him. "Stick it in deeper." She could hardly 
believe it was her own voice groaning lewd encouragement as her body twisted 
and squirmed beneath him. God, she was going to cum any second, she could 
feel it deep inside her belly. Suddenly, her legs locked tightly around his 
head, and a soul-searing maon erupting from her throat. 

"AAAAAAAAAAGH, GOD, I'M CUMMING, CUMMMMMMMING!" she wailed deliriously. 

Marcel thrust his hands down between her body and the mattress and gripped 
her hotly churning buttocks, holding her loins tightly against his face. He 
stretched his tongue as deep inside her as it would go, until he could swear 
it was going to come loose from the roots. It was halfway to her belly now, 
bathing in the steaming juices of her pussy as her cuntal lips clasped and 
unclasped wildly around it in orgasmic fury. 

He could feel her body twitch, her feet locking savagely behind his head 
until he could almost feel himself choking, and then it happened. She 
gasped, digging her fingers hard into his scalp. Her legs suddenly untangled 
and splayed out wide, her toes curling down into the mattress. 

She groaned like a wounded animal, and her body began to buck and twitch 
spasmically as his tongue stabbed deep up inside the hotly wet walls of her 
vagina. Suddenly the dam burst. The fiery liquid of her loins spewed down 
around his obscenely pistoning tongue and trickled out along the insides of 
her quivering thighs. She jerked, gasping for air, then jerked again, her 
pelvis twitching as his tongue flicked rhythmically in and out of her 
seething pussy. 

God, it felt so good, so wonderful, the young secretary thought to herself. 
Why had she waited so long for something like this to happen. Only now she 
knew she would never be able to stop. She wanted more, more, wanted his 
penis deep inside her belly, wanted to be skewered on it, but, no, that 
would have to wait ... As she gasped for air, her legs fell out to the sides 
and collapsed on the bed. At last she felt satisfied, and her body relaxed 
limply on the bed as her new French lover withdrew his head from between her 
legs. 

Goddamn, Tex Barnes swore to himself as he clicked Linda's door quietly 
shut. That frog practically screwed my woman ... but he hasn't quite made it 
yet! Nope, she was still a virgin, still waiting to be despoiled, and that 
was a job old Tex was going to take care of himself. 

He lingered a moment, listening to the sounds of the two of them getting 
dressed and kissing each other goodbye. Then, on tiptoe, he crept toward his 
suite of rooms at the end of the hall. Hell, he had to figure some way of 
getting to this young secretary before that puny Frenchman did. After all, 
his pride was at stake. Tex Barnes wasn't going to let anybody get the best 
of him. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When we entered his own suite, the Texan found Natalie waiting up for him, 
her shoulders covered in a white fur wrap, but her body otherwise naked 
except for tight-fitting dark pantyhose that clung seductively to her long 
shapely legs. She was holding a long-stemmed martini glass in one hand, and 
a coy smile played over her face as she spread her arms over the back 
cushions of the divan. 

"Tex, darling, what have you been doing?" she murmured, fluttering her 
eyelids with calculated intent. 

Tex did not reply, but merely removed the key to room 314 from his pocket 
and bounced it up and down in his hand. 

"So that's it," the fashion-model cooed. "You've been looking in on your 
young virgin. Really Tex, I can't understand this thing you have about 
teenagers." 

"Lookin' was all I did," the millionaire retorted. "And Ah'm not the kind 
that-likes to stand around and look." 

"Poor Tex," Natalie cooed, raising the martini glass to her lips as he 
approached her. "If only little Natalie could help you." 

Tex headed toward the bar across from where she was sitting and poured 
himself a Jack Daniels, then turned to her. 

"As a matter-of-fact, you can help poor ole Tex," he said. 

"Oh?" Natalie said, raising her eyebrows. She waited for him to come sit 
next to her, stirring the liquor around in his glass. 

"Yes-sireeee," he said, sitting down. "It seems the young missee has taken 
up with one o' them Frenchies, but of course, if I know my frogs right, it 
wouldn't be hard to set this feller off course, you get what I mean?" 

Natalie twirled her necklace, knowing full what Tex Barnes was implying. 

"I see you want to draw me into the picture." 

"Yer damn right. You're my bait, and I'm gonna hook me a nice little fish." 

"Really, Tex," Natalie objected mockingly, "If I had a conscience, I 
wouldn't go for this at all." 

Tex smiled slyly at her, his thick fingers slipping under her necklace. 

"Pearls," he said. "How would you like a li'l ole diamond necklace instead." 

"Why, Tex, I'd be flattered," she responded, pecking him on the cheek. 

"All right, then, let's get to work. You got one horny boy here." 

Natalie had learned her cues well, and now she threw off her fur wrap, and 
quickly slipped out of her dress, then she knelt between the Texan's legs, 
which he spread invitingly open. With a self-assured smile on her red parted 
lips, she pulled down his zipper and searched out the thick bulbous shaft of 
his cock inside, bringing it out into the open air. 

"Ummmmh," she cooed. "It's so hard, you naughty boy." 

"Harder than a lollipop," Tex chuckled. "Now start suckin." 

As she gripped his pulsating head with her fingertips, he thrust his loins 
forward. A moment later she circled her lips voluptuously around it. 

"That's it, baby, suck it good!" he moaned, tangling his hands in her thick 
dark hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. The lewd vision of 
her cock-filled face made his loins tense and jerk with excitement. Hell, 
she was no virgin, but she sure knew how to suck cock. 

Her dark eyes glanced quickly up at him and then she twirled her tongue 
against the moist blood-filled head of his penis. 

Tex could feel his cock growing harder by the second, and he smiled as he 
saw its red-flushed length sawing rhythmically in and out of her ovaled 
mouth. Almost all of it seemed to disappear down her throat with each hard 
thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed, glistening, as it 
protruded from between her clasping lips. 

Her tongue, with a tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the bulbous 
head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He gazed 
down, watching the pink inner-flesh of her lips being pulled out 
grotesquely, clinging to his hot penile shaft as she sucked hungrily, her 
mind caught up in the obscene task with all her concentration. Her 
full-mounded breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso. 

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, dropping his head back against the 
couch and pretending for a moment that she was the virginal young redhead 
whose lewd foolings-around he had just witnessed down the hall. Goddamn, 
he'd like to have her like this, ramming his cock deep in her throat. By 
God, he'd shove it all the way into her tonsils when he did get her, and 
that wouldn't be long either. 

"Harder, harder!" he grunted as the fashion model slaved nakedly between his 
legs, her body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming 
over her skin. His cock felt like it was filled with dynamite and ready to 
explode at any second. He shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing 
and not heeding her protesting mumble in his search for release from the 
sweet torture that was building in his belly, until all at once he felt the 
white-hot stream begin deep in his balls and race madly up the length of his 
plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth. His cock 
jerked in a wild staccato beat that flooded her mouth with gust after gust 
of his boiling sperm, spurting deep into her throat as her Adam's apple 
lurched crazily to keep up with it. 

"Suck, suck!" he commanded her as his hands tangled tighter in her hair, 
convulsively ramming his cock farther and farther down her throat. She went 
on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep up into her 
cum-flooded mouth. 

With one last soul-rending groan, he emptied the last of his sperm between 
her swollen lips, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every drop from 
his spurting glans. 

Slowly, his deflating penis relaxed in her mouth. Tex let his arms fall lax 
to his sides in total sexual exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping 
from his lips. Natalie collapsed over his thigh with his saliva-soaked cock 
still clasped within her wetly warm mouth. 

"One diamond necklace," she murmured at last. 

"Not yet," Tex barked. "That all depends on whether my plan works out." 

Gruffly he shoved her out from between his legs and headed toward the 
bedroom. Hell, a blow job from Natalie was no big thing. After all, she was 
nothing more than a common gold-digger. The one he really wanted was Linda 
Beach, Miss Young Virgin Secretary of the Year. Only then would he be 
completely satisfied. 

* * * 

The following evening, Linda met Marcel for dinner in the hotel dining room. 
Radiant from her experience of the night before, she felt a new 
self-confidence. The people from the tour group no longer made her feel 
uneasy or jealous, and for the first time, the world was hers. But she knew 
that last night had simply been a foretaste of what was to come! And she 
didn't care. All the hang-ups and restraints of her conscience had almost 
instantly evaporated until now she was completely ready to surrender her 
virginity but not without teasing her newfound lover a little first! 

"Tell me, Marcel, what do you have in store for me tonight?" she bantered. 

The Frenchman chuckled at her directness, or had she meant what he thought 
she meant? 

"Tonight we do something very quiet, something intimate." 

"Quiet? Oh, but Marcel, I'm not in the mood for peace and quiet. Remember 
you told me yourself it was my vacation and I should do what I want. I want 
you to show me everything in Paris." 

"Everything? But I will be very tired." 

"Too bad. I want to go dancing all night." 

Ah, she was clever, this one, Marcel thought. She was teasing him, he knew 
that much ... but he sensed also that she was ready to give him what he 
desired. It was always like that with these American girls who came to Paris 
for short vacations. Still, he would have to take her somewhere tonight, in 
spite of his exhaustion, and as he turned over some reasonably-priced 
possibilities in his mind a tall leathery Texan sauntered over toward their 
table and made his presence known. 

"Howdy, young folks," Tex Barnes grinned, introducing himself to Marcel. 
"Y'all havin' a good time here in gay Par-ee, Ah hope?" 

"Just wonderful," Linda smiled up at him, sensing that he was in a harmless 
mood now. 

"Ah missed you last night," he commented. "Ah suppose y'all are too tuckered 
out to go and paint the town red." 

"Oh not at all, I'm still raring to go," Linda said. "I think Marcel's the 
one who's tired. 

Tex checked the grin he felt coming over his face and tried to keep a 
serious expression. Hell, you oughta be tired, you young squirt, he thought 
to himself ... after the way you were foolin' around with my prize virgin 
last night. 

"Ah got a little proposal, then," he continued slyly, but with a deceptively 
humble expression on his face. "What say we head out to a special place I 
know right after dinner?" 

The young secretary glanced over at Marcel and saw him give a neutral shrug 
of his shoulders, but then she thought to herself, why not? After all, Tex 
was bound to pay for everything, and nothing too dangerous could happen in a 
public place, especially with Marcel accompanying her. Besides, she was 
feeling a little guilty about the way she'd been avoiding her unwanted 
suitor. 

"I'd love to," Linda said finally, giving her escort a wistful look, which 
was just enough to turn the trick. The young Frenchman rallied gallantly to 
the challenge and gave his consent. 

"Yes, of course," he said suavely. "I will be glad to go." 

"Good, good!" Tex exclaimed gleefully as he clapped the Frenchman on the 
shoulder. "And don't y'all worry about a thing, ya hear? This is my treat." 

"Oh, Tex, that's marvelous of you ... " Linda said, hoping he wouldn't 
change his mind later. 

"Yes-siree, Tex Barnes is gonna show y'all a real good time," he winked. 
With a tip of his ten-gallon hat, he headed back toward his own table and 
Natalie, joyful thoughts running through his head. 

"Good time" was right, he chuckled. Everybody was gonna have a downright 
good time. He couldn't wait to see Marcel's eyes bug out when good ole 
Natalie started getting friendly with him and as for himself, well, it would 
take a team of horses to keep him away from that sweet young redhead named 
Linda! 

After dessert, Tex and Natalie joined the young couple for coffee and 
cognac, and by nine-thirty they were ready to set off for a very special 
private club which Tex had learned about on one of his previous trips and 
had kept all to himself. It was a pretty posh place, and as for the floor 
show ... well, seeing was believing. 

Outside the hotel he hailed a taxi, and gave the driver directions in 
French, much to Marcel's surprise. 

"Ah, but I didn't know you speak French," he exclaimed. 

"Tex isn't as dumb as he looks," Natalie remarked with the slightest trace 
of sarcasm. "He just has certain strange hang-ups." 

Now what in the world did she mean by that? Linda wondered, but she didn't 
bother to ask. Instead she remained silent and observed the night sights of 
Paris as the cab whizzed along, heading out of the city. 

Some minutes later, on a quiet road some distance from Paris, the taxi 
pulled up to the massive iron gate of what looked like a large secluded 
house, and Tex instructed the driver to blink his headlights twice. 
Automatically the gate opened, and the cab proceeded along a tree-lined 
serpentine driveway. 

"Where are we?" Linda asked, intrigued by the mystery surrounding the place, 
and growing slightly alarmed at the loneliness of the area. 

"You'll see in a minute," the millionaire Texan said as he stepped out to 
pay the driver. "It's a special club I belong to." 

The group headed up to an imposing bronze door, which was opened by a short 
fat man wearing a beret and smoking a foul-smelling cigar. From somewhere 
inside, the muffled thumping of music vibrated outward, but otherwise, there 
was no indication that this was a private club. It could have been someone's 
residence. 

The doorman ushered them inside to another door, which he opened smilingly 
as Tex handed him a roll of bills. My God, Linda thought to herself, he must 
have forked out a hundred dollars or more. Marcel, observing the same thing, 
shot a quick glance at her with raised eyebrows. 

The second door opened now into a lavishly decorated room done in red velvet 
and gold embroidery. Long low semi-circular couches grouped around tables 
faced the apron of a stage which protruded part way out from a wall of heavy 
rich-looking curtains. 

The customers seated on these couches seemed to be a mixture of wealthy 
Frenchmen and equally wealthy foreigners, all accompanied by strikingly 
attractive young women who would put most of the "Dawn Patrol" females to 
shame. In fact, Linda noted with satisfaction, they even made a fashion 
model like Natalie look rather cheap. 

"How about a ringside seat, Pierre," Tex said to the doorman who had 
accompanied them inside. The doorman winked knowingly and led them right up 
next to the stage to a table where an ice bucket of champagne was already 
waiting. 

"Oh, la la!" Marcel whistled, observing the elegant setting. He was glad he 
hadn't protested against the generous cowboy's offer tonight. Even on his 
salary, which was reasonable by French standards, he could never afford 
something like this. And besides, he was in the company of two beautiful 
American women, one an attractive but inexperienced young girl, and the 
other obviously a worldly sophisticate. 

Almost as soon as they sat down, a uniformed waiter hurried over to their 
table, uncorked their champagne and filled their glasses. 

"A toast to our delicious young females," Tex said playfully raising his 
glass. And then, when everyone else had joined him, he added almost under 
his breath, "And may the best man win." 

Now, that was a strange thing to say, Linda thought to herself. Could it 
possibly be that this rich Texan was still after her a young secretary even 
when he was in the company of such a sophisticated fashion model? Of course, 
he had sent her that champagne earlier, and now to her dismay she realized 
she hadn't even thanked him yet. I'll have to do that the first chance I 
get, she reminded herself. 

At the moment, though, the young girl was preoccupied with the lavish 
setting she found .herself in. It was more elegant than anything she had 
ever seen before, and as she glanced about the room she could see the men 
with their arms around the expensively dressed women, bending close to them 
to whisper in their ears, the waiters emerging quickly out of the darkness 
and, with a kind of military precision, refilling half-empty glasses of 
champagne. God, she thought, even Lou Stevenson would feel like a novice in 
a club like this. Of course he went to the best restaurants and clubs in 
Philadelphia, but Philadelphia could never compare to the old-world elegance 
she was observing tonight. 

Her observations were interrupted by a hand sliding along the back of the 
cushion behind her and curling over the top of her bare shoulder. To her 
surprise, she realized it belonged to Tex Barnes and not Marcel, and when 
she glanced over at the Texan she could see he was grinning. In fact, the 
expression on his face was one she remembered from on the plane when the 
dirty movie had been playing. It made her shudder slightly, but what could 
she do now? After all, he was spending a fortune to entertain them tonight, 
and she did feel somewhat obligated. Nevertheless she tensed slightly and 
turned in Marcel's direction to get his attention. Nothing doing, for Marcel 
was now deep in conversation with the sultry fashion model, laughing gaily 
as he refilled her glass from the champagne bottle in the bucket. What's 
more, she could see Natalie's hand resting ever so slightly on his shoulder, 
her finger rings flashing conspicuously even in the room's dim lighting ... 
something obviously wasn't right. Could it be that Tex and Natalie were 
conspiring in some way? But for what? 

The young secretary's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a spotlight 
beamed down on the center of the small stage and a hushed whisper fell over 
the audience. A handsome dark-haired man in a formal dinner jacket bounded 
briskly up on the stage, trailing a microphone cord after him like a long 
whip, and began his announcement in a rapid stream of French. Then he 
repeated the words in English. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present a special treat for your 
enjoyment tonight. Straight from the Orient, and without further ado, our 
hostess of the evening, Madame Lola!" 

Multicolored footlights blinked on around the stage apron, and a moment 
later the heavy velvet curtains drew slowly apart, revealing a bedroom set 
with a large double bed at the center. A small dressing table was located to 
one side and a large mirror stood near it. As Linda stared ahead, 
anticipating what was going to happen, Tex refilled her champagne glass. 

"Drink up," he laughed. "There's plenty more where that came from." Linda 
raised her glass to her lips to fortify herself for what was going to come. 
She knew it would be a striptease show of some kind, and knowing Tex Barnes, 
she expected it to be rather explicit. 

As a record somewhere offstage played a long loud drum roll, a dark-haired 
oriental girl appeared from the wings and made her way over to the bed. She 
was clad in a tight-fitting long black dress that accentuated the proud 
uplift of her full voluptuous breasts and wide-flaring hips. With a coy, 
teasing smile on her lips, she strolled closer to the bed and began slowly 
stripping her clothes off. 

After unzipping the dress in the back, she raised the hem slowly upwards 
over her long curvaceous legs, exposing her shear black nylon stockings and 
the long black garter straps that held them in place. 

Linda could hear murmurs of increased interest as the dress moved slowly up 
over the girl's head and her full-breasted torso emerged into view. 
Teasingly she undid her brassiere, next slid it down over her arms and let 
it flutter to the floor, revealing her lushly-rounded breasts. They quivered 
under the shimmering lights, her nipples rising to hard little rosy points. 

She was nearly naked now, protected only by her long black hose, high heels 
and the thin band of her lace-trimmed bikini panties. Turning so that her 
back was to the audience, she drew the flimsy panties down over her ripely 
rounded hips, down over her thighs and calves, and then stepped out of them. 
Then she stretched and yawned luxuriously, turning to the audience to expose 
her lushly tanned nakedness. 

Linda fidgeted nervously in her seat ... this was too much like what had 
happened on the plane to be comfortable. But when she reached over toward 
Marcel for moral support, she found that he had moved away from her, edging 
off in the direction of the jewel-bedecked fashion model, who was smiling 
ever so sweetly at him. 

Damn her, Linda cursed to herself. She was making a play for Marcel and 
Marcel was letting her, which was even worse. Well, two could play that 
game, and as the idea flashed through her mind she nestled a bit closer to 
Tex, who clasped his hand even tighter around her shoulder. This could be 
dangerous, she warned herself, if she let it go too far, but after all, it 
was just a harmless little game to make Marcel jealous. Tex certainly 
couldn't get out of hand in a public place like this. 

In spite of her noticing the little intrigue between Marcel and Natalie, 
Linda's attention quickly returned to the stage where the shapely oriental 
girl was now lying on the bed massaging her naked breasts in tiny teasing 
circles. Tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness, she 
slithered her legs lewdly open and closed over the sheets, exposing the thin 
pink slit of her vagina nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair between her 
thighs. Her feet were pointed out at the audience, and as her legs splayed 
open, her buttocks were visibly churning down against the mattress, as 
though she were trying to bury herself in it. 

Savage desire glinted in her eyes and seeing this along with the rest of the 
audience, Linda squirmed in her seat as Tex's fingertips began wandering 
lightly up and down along her arm. Reaching forward with his free hand he 
refilled her champagne glass, shooting her a sly smile and watching 
delightedly as she raised it to her lips to drink freely. 

The old bubbly was starting to work, all right he noticed, and so was his 
little plot with Natalie. As he glanced past Linda he could see the model's 
long elegant fingers massaging the back of the Frenchman's neck. Hell, he 
thought, no frog could resist anything like that. 

Onstage the oriental girl began writhing around even more lasciviously on 
the bed, as though being attacked by some unseen lover. Both her hands were 
running hungrily over her body as though out of control, her fingertips 
dancing across her flat brown belly and coming to rest together at the "vee" 
of her soft black down-covered vagina. She groaned at the sudden contact of 
her hands with the moistly seeping slit between her legs, and pulled her 
knees up tight, her toes curled down onto the mattress. Then suddenly she 
kicked her black-stockinged legs out and up, and with a deeper groan let her 
thighs fall apart, exposing to the excited onlookers the pinkly glistening 
furrow between. Her fingers crawled teasingly to her soft pussy lips and 
spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness inside was fully visible and 
the mouth-like orifice opened in sensual plea. The undulating half-moons of 
her buttocks glimmered in the stage light, divided by the deep hot crevice 
between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysteriously inviting below the 
dark-haired girl's swollen cuntal lips. 

Linda gasped in embarrassed disbelief as the oriental girl slowly inserted 
her middle finger into the glistening pinkness of her pussy, stroking her 
tiny bud-like clitoris, which was just barely visible. At the same time, 
Linda felt Tex's hand slip down around her waist now, and his breathing 
became noticeably heavier. She was afraid to look at him, equally afraid to 
glance over at Marcel, and so she remained immobile, mesmerized by the 
sensuous movements of the girl on the stage bed as she lewdly worked her 
middle finger in between the throbbing pink edges of her cunt, slowly 
widening its tiny mouth. The finger glided hypnotically in and out between 
the slippery desired-inflamed lips. Her legs jackknifed back, knees against 
her breasts, and her softly rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to 
the inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined two 
fingers with the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the 
hungrily palpitating folds of her cunt. They disappeared with a soft little 
sucking noise, a moan of pleasure escaping from her lips. 

A wave of panic surged through Linda's body. God, this was as bad as what 
had happened on the plane, and she desperately wanted to escape, but Tex's 
hand curled tightly around her belly and forced her back down onto her seat. 
Helplessly, she glanced over at Marcel and tugged at the tail of his 
suit-coat. There was no response, though, and she could see why. Natalie's 
hand was cradling his head, her long manicured fingernails wandering up and 
down the back of his neck. 

Damn them both, the young redhead wanted to cry out, but she felt completely 
helpless, so helpless she could feel the tears brimming to her eyes. She 
should have known that Marcel was just another handsome gigolo, that he 
didn't really care for her at all. There was nothing she could do now but 
turn her eyes back to the stage, where the salacious spectacle had already 
reached a fever pitch. The girl on the bed had become possessed. Her eyes 
and teeth were clenched tight as she writhed against her own obscenely 
driving fingers, grunts of pleasure foaming out from her throat as her 
fingers sank deep into the tight pink opening, making moist wet sucking 
noises as they skewered her welcoming cunt. Her face was red, straining for 
climax, and she groaned in frustration as she thrust her fingers harder and 
harder. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long dark hair 
whipping from shoulder to shoulder. Still she tried, her fingers beating a 
savage staccato rhythm against her lewdly spread loins, the grunts faster 
and louder with each passing second. 

Suddenly, a huge Negro man entered from offstage. He was completely naked 
except for a gold sequined jock strap that swathed his enormous loins, and 
his rippling muscles glistened frighteningly in the stage light. He strutted 
to the edge of the bed and grinned fiercely down at the writhing young 
woman, his white teeth flashing like fangs. He lingered for a moment glaring 
lustfully at her, and then he began to slide the jock-strap down over his 
massive hips. 

The dark-skinned penis that emerged was bigger than anything Linda had ever 
imagined, and the young secretary's eyes riveted on it in utter fascination. 
Jutting out from between his powerful legs like a guided missile, it was 
pointing right at Linda, and she gasped in fear-tinged amazement. It looked 
as though any minute it was going to rocket forward straight at her. 

"My God!" she found herself gasping involuntarily, much to Tex's amusement. 

The thickly quivering shaft bobbed lewdly in the air with the pounding of 
the black-man's blood. Threaded with sinew and vein, it swung out above the 
huge sac of his sperm-bloated testicles. God, Linda wondered, how could the 
girl on the bed ever take something so big, so powerful up between her legs? 
But in spite of the depraved obscenity about to take place, she watched in 
hypnotic fascination. 

She could feel Tex's hand on her thigh now, making its way toward the hem of 
her dress, but her concentration was so focused on the stage that she did 
not even bother to protest. In fact, she could feel the first droplets of 
excited moisture seeping slowly down between the hotly tingling lips of her 
pussy and out into the silken crotch band of her panties. 

Slowly the mammoth Negro mounted the bed, climbing up behind the lust-driven 
woman who had turned around and offered her buttocks fearlessly to him, 
grinding them in a lewdly inviting circle. The Negro, on his knees, gripped 
her thighs at the top, his powerful black hands contrasting lewdly with her 
softly pale voluptuous flesh. Then he bent his head low and moved it up 
until it was only inches behind the glistening wet "vee" of her thighs. His 
tongue jerked out suddenly, making her body jolt forward as he made contact 
with her already desire-moistened pussy lips. He grinned lewdly, and then 
uttering a low menacing groan, thrust his face tight up against her loins 
from the back, his tongue spreading the pinkly throbbing opening of her cunt 
like a knife cutting butter. He began a quick in-and-out rhythm in 
simulation of fucking as she mewled and jerked on the bed, supporting 
herself on all fours. 

Linda shuddered with chills of lewd fascination, and at the same time 
memories of what Marcel had done to her the previous night flooded through 
her mind. God, it had been nothing like this. And yet she could feel her 
body trembling with excitement, the moisture seeping out even more freely 
now from her seething vagina. 

Suddenly the oriental girl began to moan and chant in a savagely quickening 
rhythm, her head flailing wildly from side to side, her buttocks churning 
back against the tongue that flicked maddeningly up inside her pussy. 

Linda heard an unexpected groan beside her and watched disbelievingly as 
Marcel planted a passionate kiss on Natalie's sensually parted lips and 
began sliding the hem of her dress up over her long smooth legs. Damn him, 
couldn't he at least be discrete about it! How could he be doing this to her 
after what she had given him last night, after she had let him strip her 
naked and thrust his tongue up inside her vagina just the way the man on 
stage was doing now? God, how she hated him ... and that ... that horrible 
bitch! 

As the young secretary glanced quickly around the room in search of the 
exit, she could see there was more than one obscene spectacle taking place 
in the club. All around her couples were wrapped in passionate embrace, the 
men with their hands thrust lewdly up under the women's dresses luridly 
massaging their pussies, the women, some of them half-undressed, with their 
hands rubbing obscenely up and down in between the men's legs ... God, it 
was the charter flight all over again! 

The alarmed redhead's body tensed as she desperately sought a way to leave, 
but at that moment a chorus of excited gasps arose from the audience, and 
she turned her head back to the stage. 

The oriental girl had now arched her body like a jackknife up off the bed, 
her head still pressed face-down on the mattress, her dark lustruous hair 
flaring out in a fan-like pattern over the sheet. The supple muscles of her 
legs were tense with expectation, and her rounded buttocks quivered 
invitingly high in the air. 

Rising dramatically to his feet, the muscular man gripped her hips with his 
thick fingers spread web-like and dark on her skin. His cock throbbed with 
the urgency of his lust, and kept him poised a dozen blood-hardened inches 
away from her. 

Now as the spotlight focused intensely on his bobbing shaft, Linda could see 
every darkly palpitating inch. She gazed at the thickly trembling rod of 
flesh swelling upward from the sperm-bloated sac of his testicles to the 
grotesque, mushroom-like cock-head, at the sinuous veins that jumped and 
pulsed like jungle snakes, and the tautly stretched flesh that looked as 
though it would burst any minute from the pressure inside. 

As the oriental girl braced herself, her body quivering with the effort, the 
black man thrust his large thumbs in between her legs from behind and spread 
apart the moistly yearning opening of her vagina below. Then slowly, as the 
entire audience gasped in awe he began to slide his mammoth lust-bloated 
member deep into her eagerly waiting pussy. A shattering wail rent the air 
as the girl pressed her face harder down into the mattress in lewd 
acceptance of his gargantuan intrusion into her loins. Her long black hair 
swirled over the sheets as though it were being sucked into a whirlpool, and 
then she broke out into a series of gasping grunts, grinding her buttocks 
back against the mammoth cock that was so obscenely skewering her cunt. 

With each twist she made, the lust-quivering member sank slightly deeper 
inside her, the black man's fingers twisting convulsively into her 
wide-flaring hips. Then with one desperate thrust he jerked his pelvis 
suddenly forward. 

"AAAAAIIIIIYhhh!" the amber-skinned oriental gasped, as the thick rod of 
flesh slammed deep into her belly with a loud sucking noise. 

Linda jerked reflexively in her seat, as though this lust-inciting rape were 
happening to her, and impulsively she grasped Tex's knee, her fingers 
digging into it as though holding on for dear life. 

"That's one hell of a big feller, ain't it?" Barnes commented, his glazing 
eyes fixed on the lewd scene. 

Under the glare of the lights, the black man's glistening muscles quivered 
tremendously, and he began brutally driving his lewdly bloated penis in and 
out of the kneeling girl's ravaged pussy, his hard muscular belly slamming 
into her buttocks with a loud resonant slap on every forward thrust. He 
withdrew his blood-flaring shaft slowly, the pink wet folds of her vagina 
clinging to it in protest, unwillingly yielding up its sperm-charged length. 
Then he slithered forward with a wet rush until he was sunk to the hilt once 
again, his hairy balls swinging loosely below her wet dark pubic hair. A 
wild moan of desire tore itself from the girl's throat as she began to move 
rhythmically backward to meet his violent thrusts. And now his hands locked 
around her waist and grabbed her belly beneath, brutally massaging her 
voluptuous flesh, her face turned sideways toward the incredulous audience, 
and they could see the full effect this lustful fucking was having on her. 
Her face was contorted in rapture, her stiff-nippled breasts dancing tautly 
below, jogging into the mattress with each thrust. 

Linda's breath was coming in tight gasps, and she felt a burning sensation 
in her belly that was growing stronger by the second. Her body was beginning 
to perspire in the warm close room. The heat from the aroused audience acted 
as a giant furnace, and she could feel a thin stream of sweat running from 
her navel down her belly to her pubic hair. Its slow teasing trail caused 
her to squirm against the couch cushion, rubbing the edges sensuously 
against the moist hair-lined flanges of her warmly throbbing pussy. Her 
forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish bodies 
around her, and another trickle ran maddeningly down between the cleavage of 
her full firm breasts. Unexpectedly she felt Tex's hand sliding up above her 
knee, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her short dress, but she was 
paralyzed. There was no way she could push him away as she watched in 
horrified fascination the frenzied spectacle onstage. 

The oriental girl had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting 
obscene encouragement to the handsome black behind her. She was begging him 
to fuck her harder and faster, to fire his boiling cum way up into her 
feverishly aching cunt. She wanted to be filled with his sperm, and that was 
all that mattered. 

She was no longer human but a quivering mass of lust-deranged female flesh 
that begged to be subjugated. Rivulets of sweat rippled over her jackknifed 
body, glistening in the lights of the stage, and tiny droplets ran slowly 
down the backs of her thighs. 

Her whole body worked and strained to meet every deep thrust into her loins, 
and now her head twisted with greater frenzy from side to side, her long 
dark hair churning on the mattress. She was in the throes of orgasm and 
screwed her buttocks back greedily against the black man's deeply 
penetrating cock. Suddenly she screamed as he jerked forward and his cock 
began spewing its sperm deep up into her quivering belly. The black man 
spasmed and twitched in a lewd dance of lust behind her, emptying his fiery 
cum deep into her vagina in hard sharp jolts, each one more powerful than 
the last. Seconds later, the thick white liquid foamed out around her 
side-stretched pussy lips and oozed down the inside of her straining thighs. 
Then suddenly with a gravelly groan, the Negro pushed hard against her 
trembling buttocks, his long thick cock emerging slowly from where it had 
been buried hotly in her belly. The girl gave one last gasp and collapsed 
straight out on the bed. 

Linda felt as though she were going to faint. Her head buzzed, her hands 
trembled, her palms were cold and sticky. But she realized with horror that 
she had actually enjoyed the obscene spectacle. And that was the cause of 
the terrible sensations she was experiencing now. Oh God, no! The force of 
her conscience was now rushing over her again. She had to get out of here 
now, before Tex Barnes tried anything funny. 

But when the house lights suddenly came back on, and Linda glanced over in 
Marcel's direction, she found his half on the couch empty. He and Natalie 
had disappeared! Oh God, what was she going to do now? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

One diamond necklace from Carrier's, the tall sensuous model thought to 
herself as she fitted the key in the door of Tex Barnes's suite. Not that 
she needed any more jewelry than she was wearing now ... it was the thought 
of the investment that counted. 

Marcel, who was hovering close behind her, turned and looked over his 
shoulder down the hallway somewhat sheepishly. 

"But this is the same floor as..." 

That innocent little virgin, Natalie completed the sentence in her mind and 
then smiled sweetly, flashing a row of even white teeth. 

"Why Marcel, I'm surprised at you," she sniffed. "I thought Frenchmen were 
daring..." 

The insult to his ego was enough to make the young man forget his 
hesitation. And besides, how could he resist such a sensual creature as this 
brunette ... especially when she seemed so willing? The young American 
secretary was sure to forget his disloyalty soon enough, anyway. 

Inside, Natalie flicked on the light, revealing a spacious elegantly 
furnished room. In one corner stood a walnut-paneled bar, in the opposite 
corner a luxurious divan and chairs that looked as though they might have 
come from the time of Louis XIV. Heavy wooden doors led to the bedrooms off 
the main foyer. 

"You mean this is all yours," Marcel remarked disbelievingly. 

"Not exactly, darling," Natalie purred as she shed her wrap and casually 
draped it half-on and half-off the divan. "You might say Tex has been 
letting me share his den." 

"Ah, but he will be angry, no, when he comes in..." 

"Now, darling, really, you mustn't concern yourself with such little 
details." 

With that, Natalie ran her fingers playfully over his shoulder and slinked 
off toward the bar. 

"Marcel, dear, have a seat, will you, and make yourself at home while 
Natalie fixes you an American martini." 

As the young Frenchman complied, the scheming fashion model shot a quick 
glance at her watch. In exactly an hour Tex Barnes and his precious little 
virgin would be walking through the door, so she'd better work fast to make 
the scene look as exciting as possible for them ... that is, if she wanted 
the Cartier diamond necklace, which of course she did. After all, diamonds 
were a girl's best friend... 

"Here you are, my young Latin lover," she cooed as she presented the drink 
to Marcel and a moment later took a seat on the divan, crossing her long 
slender legs so that a goodly portion showed through the side slit of her 
dress. There was no use wasting time, she thought to herself ... she had 
better get him going now. 

"Tell me, Marcel," she purred, eyeing him seductively. "What do you like 
best about me?" 

"That is very hard to say. You are a beautiful woman." 

"Really, you are so dull. Pick something ... is it my breasts?" . 

Marcel, overwhelmed by the older woman's directness, gazed at the deep 
inviting cleavage between her ripely high-set breasts, seductively exposed 
by the plunging neckline of her black evening gown. 

"Yes, they are ... How you say? ... not bad..." 

"Oh, but my legs are the best, don't you think, Marcel darling? I have such 
long, wonderful legs. Wouldn't you like to feel them, wrapped around you 
like a giant snake." 

"Ah yes, like a snake. I would like that," he laughed, not knowing what to 
make of her. 

"I'll bet you really don't know how long they are? They're much longer than 
you think. Here, I'll show you." 

With that, she grasped his wrist and pulled him forward placing his 
fingertips at her ankles and then gliding them slowly and tantalizingly 
upward over her dark, tight-fitting stockings. 

"Oh yes, there's still more," she whispered as she guided his hand back and 
forth over her smooth legs and then deeper up past the thigh-high slit of 
her dress. Yes, that's a good boy, you're doing fine, she thought as she 
brought him into contact with the naked flesh above the top of her stocking. 
His hand then glided up toward the panty-covered mound of her pussy on its 
own. 

"Aha, you're wearing jewelry up there," Marcel said, feeling something metal 
around her there. 

"Yes, dear, Natalie wears jewelry all over her body. Would you like to see 
her gems?" 

Without waiting for his answer, the statuesque model rose from the divan and 
began unzipping her gown as the young Frenchman watched with a delighted 
smile on his face. She let the garment drop casually to her feet and then 
put her hands on her hips in a mock pout. 

"Come, Marcel, my sweet," she cooed. "You're not going to let poor Natalie 
take all her clothes off while you're sitting there nice and cozy, are you?" 

Marcel downed the rest of his drink, let out an appreciative sigh, and 
hurriedly began stripping his own clothes off. He could not believe that 
such a beautiful elegant woman had invited him up to a hotel room and was 
now boldly seducing him like this, but he was not about to question 
anything. By the time he was stark naked, she was standing several feet in 
front of the couch facing him, clad only in her luxurious jewelry, the 
clean-shaven mound of her cunt taunting him like a pearl. Thin gold 
necklaces dangled around her neck, row on row downward to the swell of her 
mouth-watering breasts. And her waist was adorned with another thin gold 
chain, one end of which came up from behind, between her pink-flushed pussy 
lips and locked on the part coiling her waist like a modern-day chastity 
belt. Her fists doubled and planted firmly on her hips added more gold to 
the picture ... the thick gold bracelets that cuffed her wrists. She looked 
like an Aztec goddess, a tall sensuous female that belonged to another 
world, and he approached her in a practically hypnotic state, his cock 
swollen hard and thick, jutting out from between his legs like a pointed 
pole. 

Natalie glanced down at her watch even as the mesmerized young Frenchman was 
approaching her. Fifteen minutes had passed. Forty-Five minutes left. 
Everything was going according to plan. 

Taking command of the situation, she pointed to an elegant velvet-covered 
foot stool in front of one of the chairs by the divan. It was a low curved 
piece of furniture, and Marcel readily brought it over to her, his eyes 
riveted on her lithe voluptuous body. She seated herself on it like a queen 
assuming a throne and spread her long, supple legs slowly apart. He could 
see everything now, her smooth white pussy mound with its ribbon of gold 
chains running through it, her rich seductive breasts, the long dark hair 
that flowed over her shoulders in a thick cascade. God, he was going to cum 
any second just looking at her! 

More than anything, Marcel wanted to shove his cock deep inside her hairless 
pink cunt and have her legs wrap tight around his body like a coiled snake. 
Merde, he could feel it now! 

Slowly, reverently, he approached, his cock quivering with desire, his loins 
trembling with lust. Most of the American girls he had seduced were naive 
young secretaries or college girls eager for sexual experience, but Natalie 
was a sophisticated fashion model who could teach him things, who knew how 
to make every move count, who could bleed him dry of every last ounce of 
sperm that raged wildly inside his body. God, how he wanted her! 

"No, Marcel, not yet, it's not time yet," she teased him as he walked up in 
between her legs. "Come around to the other side." 

Contrary to her command, the hopelessly aroused Frenchman remained in place 
for a long moment staring agape at her startlingly voluptuous figure, her 
legs spread wide, her soft belly curving backward over the foot stool, her 
arms spread apart on the other side to support herself, her face tilted back 
her whole lust-inciting body seemingly covered with thin gold chains. 

"Come, Marcel," she urged him. "Come around here and sit on my face." 

like a zombie, he obeyed and knelt down on the other side of her shoulders, 
facing her uplifted belly, his cock extending inches above her face. 

"Now bend forward," she ordered. 

His hands reached out to support himself on the foot stool and as he did so 
he could feel her ripely ovaled lips closing in a warm wet pressure around 
the very tip of his blood-inflamed cock. 

"Ah, you are driving me crazy!" he gasped. 

"That's the idea, Marcel, my dear," Natalie whispered up from in between his 
thighs, removing her lips from his penis for a few torturing seconds. "Now 
start sucking me, and we'll both suck together." 

Hardly believing his ears, Marcel bent forward and tugged at the gold chain 
swathing her loins, but try as he might he couldn't gain full access to the 
furrowed slit of her vagina half-hidden beneath. 

"But it does not come off," he protested in frustration. 

"You must find the secret my darling, and then I will suck you ... suck you 
until you can't stand it any longer." 

He could hear her laughing uproariously now, and he struggled mightily with 
the gold framework, tugging the waist chain down over her hips, but it would 
not budge. And then he realized it was a puzzle like the Turkish marriage 
rings he had seen. He would have to discover how it worked and then unravel 
it without using force. Frantically, he set to work between her legs, as her 
belly quivered with laughter. 

"Hurry, hurry, Marcel," she chided him. "I can't wait forever to suck your 
cock." 

Just to tease him, she nibbled at his stiffly aroused member once again, 
this time flicking her tongue into the tiny end slit, making his body jerk 
with uncontrolled delight. He seized the gold waistlet, desperately desiring 
to tear it away from her loins, but controlled himself and set to work 
again. It was like a complicated key ring. He would have to find the 
expertly disguised slit where he could slip one link free from the rest. 

God, this woman was torturing him, torturing him as no one else had ever 
done before, but the young Frenchman was determined to unlock the secret of 
her voluptuous loins and thrust his tongue hungrily up inside her seething 
pussy, as she in turn sucked his cock to orgasm. 

"Hurry, Marcel, hurry," Natalie whispered, breathing heavily, her long hair 
sweeping from side to side on the thickly padded carpeting as she lay 
backward over the foot stool. Frantically, his fingers played with the chain 
until . finally he found the secret and began slipping one link free ... it 
was half-way there, but not quite ... Oh God, how she was killing him. 

"Yes, yes, Marcel," she breathed, half-laughing to herself as she blew hotly 
against the sensitive sac of his desire-bloated testicles. She could see the 
underside of his body quivering with desire and felt the first droplets of 
moisture seeping warmly from between her pussy lips. 

Men ... they were all alike, she thought ... they only respond when you 
teased them, but the funny thing was she found even herself responding now. 
Yes, she would like his young stiff French cock up inside her pussy. It 
would be good fun tonight. 

"Quick! Quick!" she gasped, breathing heavily for effect, and watching his 
penis throb stiffly as he desperately sought to undo the chain around her 
waist. It was almost there ... just a few more notches. She could feel his 
fingers fumbling wildly, and to urge him on she flicked out her tongue, 
licking lewdly at the underside of his blood-swollen hardness and bringing a 
groan of lust from his throat. 

Marcel gave one final jerk at the golden chain and sighed in relief as it 
broke free. At last! Now her cunt was open to him, and he was going to suck 
it until she couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled the chain apart until 
the loose ends dangled helplessly between her long elegant thighs, and then 
he dipped his head forward, supporting himself with his arms on either side 
of the foot stool. 

Suddenly she tilted her legs back, keeping them spread wide but pointing 
them up toward the ceiling, the softly parted mouth of her pussy presented 
itself up to him like a gift. As his body pulsed with uncontrollable desire, 
he flicked his tongue out against her pinkly glistening slit. She groaned 
below, pushed herself up on her arms again, and clasping his cock tightly 
with her lips, sucked it full into her mouth this time. 

The young Frenchman's pelvis spasmed, and his hips twitched, driving it 
deeper into her throat. 

"Suck me, suck me!" he hissed into the desire-moistened warmth of her pussy. 
And then he flicked his tongue into the open flower of her cunt, twirling it 
around inside, savoring the succulent juices of her loins until her belly 
bucked up against his chin, and her whole body began to dance in a 
salaciously obscene rhythm. Her legs, which had been waving suspended in the 
air suddenly clamped tightly around his neck, forcing his tongue deeper into 
her loins. 

He sucked like a madman, driving frantically in and out of the frenziedly 
clamping pussy, mingling his saliva with the hot juices from deep inside her 
belly. 

"Suck suck!" she hissed as she bent her stork-like neck forward and sucked 
his cock even deeper into her throat. Her tongue swirled around the thick 
lust-bloated head as her eyes fixed on his buttocks above, working and 
churning as he thrust his body forward. He would be ready any minute, she 
thought to herself. She could feel the thick staff of flesh growing harder 
and harder by the second, filling her mouth as her cheeks puffed and 
hollowed sucking it for everything it was worth and then suddenly slowing 
down ... No, she had to control him now, there were still twenty minutes 
left and she couldn't let him cum yet ... not until Tex and his little 
Philadelphia virgin walked in the room. 

Slowly Natalie slid snake-like out from under his spread legs, withdrawing 
her lust-wetted cunt from his lips and leaving his cock jutting obscenely 
out from between his legs. 

"Come Marcel, we're ready now," she purred. The timing was just about 
perfect. As she spread her legs out to the very edges of the stool, he sat 
down facing her and draped her thighs up over his knees. 

"Now, you're going to see how long my lovely legs are," she murmured in his 
ear. "I'm going to wrap them all around you ... you'll like that, won't 
you?" 

"Yes," Marcel groaned, gazing down between their lewdly locked bodies. "I 
will fuck you very nice." 

* * * 

The sex show had been over for some twenty minutes now, but Linda still sat 
on the couch next to Tex as he refilled her champagne glass for what must 
have been the sixth time. She was drunk now, and there was no denying it 
even to herself. The funny part of it was that Tex seemed less lecherous 
than before. 

"You know why I like you?" he growled drunkenly. 

"Tell me, Tex," Linda slurred. "I'm glad somebody-likes me anyway." 

"I like you because you're a virgin, that's why I like you." 

"Who told you I was a virgin?" Linda asked, trying to focus her glazed eyes 
on him. She was feeling so light and merry now that nothing she said 
mattered any more. 

"I can tell, that's all, I can just tell." 

"Well, I'm sick and tired of being a virgin. I've been a virgin long 
enough." 

Tex even in his inebriated state looked properly shocked by the remark. 

"Well, you coulda fixed that long ago, except then Tex wouldn't make eyes at 
ya, like he's doin' now." 

"I planned to fix that long ago," Linda retorted sharply. "Except Marcel 
left me." 

"Now don't ya'll worry yourself none," Tex sympathized, slapping her on the 
knee. "We'll take care o' that there Marcel feller." 

"I'll take care of him all right," Linda said drunkenly, guzzling the last 
of her champagne. "I'll scratch his eyes out. I mean I would if I could find 
him anywhere." 

"Well, I may just be able to help ya," Tex said slyly. "Come on let's us 
head back to the hotel." 

Linda, who was feeling very woozy now, did not object as the millionaire 
assisted her up off the seat and led her toward the exit. She was so drunk 
she was almost seeing double. 

"Where is he?" she demanded. "Take me to him. I'm tired of being treated 
like everybody's kid sister..." 

"Don't worry," Tex reassured her, "when you get back to my suite you won't 
feel like anybody's kid sister, I'll guarantee that." 

Outside he hailed a cab stationed among many in the parking lot just in 
front of the club. It was almost three in the morning, but the vigorous 
millionaire was just beginning to feel his oats. 

Hell, the evening hadn't even started yet, as far as he was concerned. 

* * * 

Back at the hotel suite, Natalie clenched her legs tightly around the young 
naked Frenchman perched on the foot stool with her, her gold chains dangling 
as she did so. Reaching upward, she circled her hands around his neck and 
pulled him toward her. 

"Suck my breasts, Marcel dear," she whispered. "And that way we'll get nice 
and cozy." 

He stretched torturously toward her, clamping his lips firmly around the 
lushly quivering mound of her breast. His tongue darted out at her tiny 
desire-stiffened nipple, and he sucked it slowly into his mouth. 

"Ummmh, that's sooooo nice," Natalie purred like a kitten, rubbing her cunt 
lewdly up and down against the base of his lust-throbbing cock. 

"Now, put it inside," he gasped, sweating with desire. 

"Oh no, Marcel, not yet, but very soon. Yes, very soon we will do that." 

And as the words hissed from her sensual lips, she grasped his penis with 
one hand, propping herself up with the other. Her fingers circled around his 
thickly pulsating cock-head, and then moved cat-like down to the base until 
they curled themselves under his testicles and began massaging with a 
feather-light pressure. He jerked further forward, halfway off the stool 
now, and clamped his lips even more tightly over her nipple. Hungrily he 
sucked the little bud deep into his mouth, biting and licking in turn at the 
soft white ripeness of her breast. His cock quivered above her navel, 
waiting impatiently to penetrate the depths of her passion-inflamed pussy. 
Wrap your legs around me tighter he wanted to scream. Oh God, I need to fuck 
you now. 

But Natalie merely glanced at her watch and noted the time. 

"Are you ready?" she said at last, when the young Frenchman's cock felt 
about to break in two. "Are you ready to fuck my pussy?" 

"Yes, yessssss!" Marcel groaned. He had been ready for an eternity, and now 
it was finally going to happen. Her legs seized him in a vise-like hold, and 
she reached up to guide his blood-engorged shaft up into the hungry little 
furrow of her cunt. Her pelvis inched forward until the rubbery head of his 
penis was inserted just inside the narrow moist slit between her pussy lips. 

"Ummmmh, that's nice isn't it?" she purred. "You want more of that don't 
you?" 

"Yes," Marcel groaned. "Give me more." He knew he could wait no longer now, 
and impulsively he grabbed the multiple strands of her necklace and yanked 
fiercely on them. Her body jerked up toward him, and her cunt expanded 
easily around his cock as her hips churned ferociously against his loins. 

At last he was fucking her, he thought as his cock throbbed mightily inside 
her raging cunt, expanding the hot moist inner walls until they spasmed 
involuntarily. 

Gripping the backs of his knees she shoved her pelvis tight against his 
thickly skewering shaft, making his body tremble with mad desire. Her long 
neck arched up swan-like from the floor and her arms stretched out on either 
side of her for support. She locked her feet tightly together and spurred 
him on with her naked heels as though he were a racehorse coming into home 
stretch. Marcel gripped her hips below him, digging his fingers cruelly into 
her soft white flesh. As he gazed down between her legs, he could see her 
soft pink cunt lips quivering firmly around his embedded cock, sucking him 
like a second mouth. She was begging him now, she was all his to do with 
whatever he wanted. 

He slipped his hands down between the foot stool and her buttocks, digging 
his fingers tightly into her resilient ass-flesh and grinding her pelvis 
against his fiercely pistoning cock. It slid in between her hot little 
cuntal lips as she groaned with increasing lust and began to undulate her 
hips in a slow sensual rocking rhythm. 

Marcel shoved forward, and then groaned as her cunt sucked his cock in with 
ferocious pressure. His fingers separated her ass-cheeks and then he drove 
his middle finger into her unprotected anus, making her belly twitch and 
spasm in frenzied abandon. He quickened the pace now, his stiffly throbbing 
shaft ramming in and out of her sucking vagina in lewd machine-like rhythm, 
while he watched her lust-contorted face. Her feet, jabbed and spurred into 
his back, driving him deeper and deeper inside her quivering hot belly. 

Never in his life had the experienced young Frenchman fucked anyone like 
this, someone so savagely afire and mad with passion. God, was he going to 
cum! He was going to blow his cum all the way up through her belly to her 
breasts! 

"Faster, faster!" he urged, as beads of sweat crawled over his tensed-up 
muscles. 

Neither one of them heard the door to the suite being opened or the gasp of 
shocked surprise. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"You're taking me to your hotel room, aren't you?" Linda mumbled drunkenly, 
with Tex's arm firmly hooked through hers. 

"Ah'll drop ya off here," the husky oil man volunteered, knowing the young 
secretary would never accept as they passed her own room. 

"No, no," Linda protested, "I want to find Marcel, and then I'm going to 
tear him into little bits and pieces." 

"That ain't very charitable," Tex assured her. "We better get up on our 
tippy-toes, then. 

Linda carelessly kicked off her shoes in the hallway and wavered after the 
Texan to the door of his suite, quieting down immediately as he made a 
shushing gesture with his finger to his lips. He was at the doorway now, 
cupping his ear against it as he pretended to listen intently, even though 
he heard exactly what he had expected to hear. 

Good, he thought to himself, Natalie was doing her job ail right. He could 
hear the agonized grunts and groans rumbling from inside the room, a sure 
sign that the two of them were fucking like a pair of mountain goats. 

"What's going on in there?" Linda demanded, drawing up close to Tex and 
leaning on his shoulder. 

"Well, it looks like we found 'em all right," the millionaire said, feigning 
anger. "Put yer ear against the door and take a listen." Linda did as he 
said, cupping her ear to the door as she had seen Tex do, and she was 
greeted with the same lewd sounds he had heard, only they were louder now 
... obscene grunting and groaning sounds that could mean only one thing. 

"So that's what Marcel's doing," the young secretary slurred loudly. "Open 
the door immediately I want to catch him right in the act." 

Grinning, Tex put the key in the lock and gave it a quick turn throwing the 
door open as if to surprise the intruders inside. The sight hit Linda like a 
fist in the stomach. It was almost as erotic as the performance on stage at 
the club-Natalie, her long sinewy legs wrapped around Marcel's naked back in 
a powerful scissors-grip, leaning backwards from a foot stool and supporting 
herself with her arms on the carpet below her. Marcel in a sitting position 
with his hands gripped around the sultry model's golden waist chain, pulling 
fiercely on it, was driving her loins against his thrusting cock as his 
buttocks wriggled and churned on the velvet-padded foot stool. 

"Damn you, damn you, Marcel!" Linda screamed at her French boyfriend, moving 
toward him. He glanced at her quickly, conscious only of some sort of 
interruption, and then turned back to the writhing fashion model so lewdly 
impaled on his cock, thrusting into her in longer, more powerful strokes as 
her body undulated snake-like with desire. 

Tex intercepted the young secretary before she reached the obscenely twined 
couple, and pulled her away with a tight grip on her wrist. 

"Now, honey chile, ain't nothin' we can do about that. Let's just you and me 
go into the bedroom and have ourselves a good time." 

"No," she hissed vehemently, trying to break away from him, but it wasn't 
prudishness that caused her retort this time. It was just plain animal rage. 
She was sick and tired of always losing out. Already she had lost Lou 
Stevenson by not going far enough with him, and now she was losing Marcel to 
the charms of this uninhibited brunette gold digger. But this time, she 
decided in a split second, she was going to win. She was going to enjoy 
herself now, come hell or high-water, for now, even through the 
liquor-inspired haze that clouded her vision she could see the rapturous 
expressions on their faces, the way their bodies twisted and undulated 
nakedly against each other. She could almost feel a man's blood-hardened 
cock inside her own quivering belly, thrusting hard and driving her wild 
with desire. Enough was enough! She could stand the torture of being a 
virgin no longer! She was going to let Tex Barnes fuck her, and she was 
going to enjoy it with a vengeance. And she was even going to suck his cock, 
suck it and lick it until neither one of them could stand it any longer! 

"Come on," the millionaire urged, giving the fuming redhead a quick tug. 
"Let's get into that bedroom. I been waitin' for this for a long time." 

"We're not going into the bedroom," Linda snapped, her eyes glinting with 
rage. "We're going to fuck in here right in front of their eyes. Now take 
your clothes off immediately." 

"Whoo-pee!" Tex yelled tossing his ten-gallon hat up in the air. His big 
leathery hands tore at his silver-buckled belt and ripped it loose, while at 
the same time Linda began sliding out of her cocktail dress, her eyes fixed 
on the lewdly coupled pair on the foot stool. 

Natalie's elongated torso quivered and rippled as she slammed her pussy up 
against the Frenchman's pulsating cock. Her breasts heaved and jiggled, her 
swollen dart-like nipples growing stiffer by the second. Tightening her 
scissors-grip around Marcel's waist, her thigh muscles stood out in 
sensually sculpted relief, and the hot inner flesh of her cunt oozed and 
melted around his madly pumping cock. 

"Stick it in harder," she raved through clenched teeth, her face contorted 
with lust, her golden chains dancing around her neck and waist. 

"Aaaaaaugh!" he grunted, twisting his hips and driving in deeper until the 
obscenely wet sluicing sound from the fashion model's cunt lips was driving 
Linda crazy. 

The young secretary's body quivered with lust-maddened sensations as she 
stood there watching. She had been bombarded by so many depraved scenes on 
her trip to Europe that she hardly knew what to think anymore. She only knew 
that all the restraints of her conscience had disappeared and she was at 
last going to abandon herself to the carnal desires firing her belly. 
Hurriedly she stripped off her brassiere, her young whitely trembling 
breasts bursting for,th from their virginal confinement. Then she unhooked 
her garters and with nervous fingers glided her stockings down off her legs. 
She was almost naked now except for her thin white panties, but as she 
hooked her thumbs into the narrow elastic waistband to begin removing then, 
her concentration returned to Marcel and Natalie. 

By this time their savage chorus of grunts and groans had risen to fever 
pitch. Natalie's black lustrous hair flayed the floor as she bucked her 
torso up and down on the foot stool. Her mouth was open, her lush red lips 
twisted and her breasts heaved voluptuously as she gasped for air. Wildly 
her pelvis bucked and squirmed as her cunt tried desperately to swallow the 
younger man's raging member. Suddenly a maniacal expression came over 
Marcel's face and he dug his fingers into the hotly trembling flesh of her 
buttocks, rising up off the foot stool until he had her in a lewd 
wheelbarrow position. And now as he withdrew his madly quivering cock to the 
very entrance of her cuntal lips, she backpedaled with her arms. Suddenly he 
slammed forward driving his cock deep down into her belly. 

"Aaaaaagh! God, my cunt!" she moaned, the cords standing out in relief from 
the taut skin of her thin neck. He pulled part way out again, his hips 
twitched, and he rammed hard back up inside her needing cunt. Her pelvis 
jerked upward spasmodically from the impact, her legs tensing still tighter 
around his hips. 

Linda could see the beads of sweat glistening on the other woman's body, and 
in spite of her anger at Marcel, the moisture from her own aroused pussy 
seeped freely down into the narrow crotch band of her panties. God, she was 
going to show them all in a minute, even this whore of a fashion model! She 
was going to fuck until her cunt couldn't take any more, until it had 
swallowed every inch of cock she could find around! But now she watched and 
waited for the orgasm she knew was going to come soon. 

Natalie backpedaled with her arms at each forward thrust of Marcel's cock 
into her aching pussy. The jangling of her jewelry mingled with the gasping 
grunts that poured from her lips, and in a second her arms gave out, and 
Marcel rolled her up and back on her shoulders, clasping his hands tightly 
together behind the small of her back. Her belly quivered as he pulled her 
hard up against him until his cock disappeared deep down inside her upturned 
vagina and only the tangled strands of his pubic hair were visibly mantling 
her clean-shaven mounds. 

"Yesss, yesss now, cum! CUMMM!" she hissed savagely from her upside down 
position, her cunt lips hotly clasping and unclasping around his stiffly 
buried cock. Marcel groaned in response, gritting his teeth, and then he 
could feel the hot-stored sperm bursting from his aching balls, racing the 
length of his cock and spurting in hot jerking streams from the bulbously 
throbbing tip. Her eyes bulged out wide, her" thighs spasming with insane 
frenzy around his waist, as an unearthly high-pitched groan filled the room. 

Linda watched in a semi-drunken stupor, waves of unquenchable desire 
swarming in her belly as Natalie's lithe athletic body bucked out of 
control. She watched till the very end, until Marcel her boyfriend with a 
deep sigh withdrew his deflated cock from the older woman's pussy and she 
released the vise-tight grip of her legs around his waist. 

When it was finished, Linda turned to Tex, who had been devoting equal 
attention to the pre-planned spectacle. Hell, that Natalie could sure put on 
a show, he thought to himself, but she's been doing it so long, she sure as 
hell ought to know what it's all about! 

Standing in the middle of the room naked except for his cowboy boots and 
spurs, the hefty Texan hardly noticed the young redheaded secretary slinking 
toward him. It was only when Linda moved around in front and curled her 
fingers seductively in his hair that he snapped awake. 

"We can do much better than that, can't we, Tex?" she purred, trembling 
nakedly before him. 

"Yer damn right, baby," Tex grinned lustfully. His plan had worked like a 
charm ... maybe even better. He certainly hadn't expected her to act this 
aggressive. She must really want his cock now, he figured. 

He could feel her hands brushing all over his hairy chest, as she stood in 
front of him, her lips nibbling at his. Hell, some virgin! She was acting 
like a real professional tonight, but that wasn't what mattered ... what 
mattered was that tight little cunt of hers and how he was going to stretch 
it out with his cock. 

With one arm draped around his neck, Linda reached down between Tex's hairy 
legs and clasped her hands around his soft-skinned testicles. 

"Well, I'll be..." Tex gasped. 

"Shut up and kiss me," she demanded. Wasting no time, he gripped the lush 
full mounds of her panty-covered buttocks and pulled her loins up tight 
against his, the thick naked shaft of his cock slipping hotly between her 
soft thighs as she stood up on tiptoes. Teasingly she locked her legs tight 
together, trapping his blood-heavy shaft between as he let out a low groan 
and thrust his tongue deep inside her invitingly open mouth. He could feel 
her nipples growing stiff and pointed against his chest, and her thighs 
squeezing even tighter together. At the same time she was milking his balls 
with the hand wedged between their bodies. Goddamn, he could even feel that 
soft wet pussy of hers against the top side of his cock-head. Its stiff 
thickness nestled against the crotch band of her flimsy bikini panties, 
pulsing spasmically as though begging to be released. 

I've got him now, Linda thought, and I'm going to tease him until he can V 
stand it Slowly she sank to her knees, gliding her hands softly down his 
chest and belly, tweaking his nipples with her thumbs along the way as she 
slid nakedly to the floor. 

Tex planted his legs squarely apart and curled his fingers tightly into her 
tousled auburn hair. Goddamn, he could hardly believe it. She was going to 
suck him off, and he didn't even have to force her to do it! It was almost 
too incredible to be true. 

Trembling slightly, Linda wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft of male 
flesh between his legs, hardly believing she was actually capable of doing 
such a lewd thing. She squeezed the lust-swollen flesh and felt it jump 
spasmically in her hand. God, for the first time a naked penis, and it was 
all hers ... hers to do with as she pleased, and no one would ever know. It 
felt hard and at the same time rubbery, and she gazed up at the thick veins 
running through its naked length, the bloated balls swaying beneath like the 
testicles of a bull. She wondered what it would feel like sliding inside her 
throat. She wondered what it would feel like to swallow it, and she could 
almost feel his blood-heated member twitching and pulsing deep inside her 
throat. But what was she waiting for? 

Her breasts trembling as she took in a deep gasp of air, the determined 
young secretary rounded her lips and bent forward, trapping the rubbery head 
of Tex's cock between them. He jerked like a horse straining at the reins, 
and his fingers tangled deeper into her long red hair. 

"Start sucking, sugar-pie," he commanded, bracing himself for the lewdly 
exciting sensation he knew would follow. 

Her lips parted wider and began sliding inch by inch down the length of his 
thickly throbbing shaft. She could feel his hugely bulbous glans sliding 
wetly back along her tongue, the tiny droplets of pre-cum seeping from it to 
taunt the hungrily gaping cavern of her throat. 

The Texan's hips began a slow undulation in front of the kneeling girl's 
face, sliding his aching hot member slowly in and out of her mouth, guiding 
it with his large powerful hands. 

Marcel recovering his energy, now watched in wide-eyed disbelief what the 
young American girl was doing. He could hardly believe that she was 
willingly sucking this cowboy's penis! And then he realized that it was he 
who had introduced her to the pleasure of sex last night. He had done the 
work, and now this rich American was reaping the rewards! 

Slowly, becoming more incensed by the second, he crawled forward on his 
hands and knees, his eyes fixed on the secretary's nubile young body. 
Pleasurable sensations were reawakening in his recently depleted cock once 
again, and he could hardly wait to put it to use. 

Unconscious of the approaching Frenchman, Linda sucked harder on the 
lust-bloated shaft inside her mouth, running her tongue wetly around the 
round knobby head flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny end opening. She 
could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt 
at any moment in a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow deep into 
her throat. Her liquor-fogged mind droned senselessly on, and she reached up 
to grasp Tex's sinewy buttocks, prying them apart with her fingers and 
guiding the middle finger of each hand into the tight little crevice in 
between. 

At the same time her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick hot 
shaft of flesh, sucking to draw out its liquid offering and swallow it down 
into her tingling belly. 

Tex groaned and twisted above her, loud carnal grunts bursting from his 
mouth. His wide-opened eyes delighted at the lewd spectacle of the innocent 
young redhead straining at his blood-engorged penis as though it was a 
lollipop. 

Marcel by now had crawled up behind her kneeling body and was planting hot 
wet kisses along her shivering spine. Ferociously, then, he ripped her 
panties down to her knees and drew her buttocks apart. He moistened the tip 
of his middle finger in the secretions flowing copiously from her vagina, 
and slowly stroked upward toward her tiny anus, his hot breath raking her 
back like fire from a dragon's mouth. His fingertip circled teasingly around 
the tight nether ring of her anus and then with a sudden thrust sank deep 
inside. 

"Mffggghhh!" Linda groaned, jerking forward from the unexpected sensation, 
although she had sensed that Marcel had come to join them. And just at that 
moment, Tex suddenly shoved his hips harder against her face, making her gag 
as his massive cock rammed deeper into her throat. Her breath, when she 
caught it again, came in a great whoosh mixed with mewls of salacious 
pleasure. God, what had she been missing all her life? This was terrific! 
She was being impaled from both ends now, and this was only the beginning! 

In front of her, Tex's hands suddenly tightened in her tousled red hair, his 
pelvis jerking wildly as he drove his cock with a desperate fury in and out 
between her ovaled lips. She could feel his member throbbing hotly against 
the insides of her cheeks and on her tongue, and she knew this was it. He 
was going to cum inside her mouth ... and yet she was still a virgin! 

Tex groaned above her, holding her flailing head in place with his 
steel-tight grip. His cock began a sudden crazy jerking motion and began 
spewing white-hot jets of cum deep into her helpless throat. Linda groaned 
as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm with 
the Texan's orgasmic surges. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring 
around his pulsating shaft, swirling her tongue around and around the 
frenziedly palpitating head. She wanted to suck it dry, to suck every last 
ounce of sperm from his drum-tight testicles. His mad groans of pleasure 
incited her to even greater effort. It continued for almost an eternity, and 
she thought it would never end. but finally the hands clamped at the sides 
of her head fell away, and the giant throbbing cock gave one last spurt of 
its pungent fluid and stopped. 

Tex groaned in exhaustion, realizing too late that he had just ruined his 
own chances, for Marcel had now positioned himself behind her and was 
preparing to skewer her loins. Her precious virginity ... was going to be 
destroyed by this puny 'Frenchman, unless Tex could stop it! But as the 
alarmed Texan made a move toward his rival, he checked himself. 

For now he could see the young Frenchman hoisting up her buttocks until she 
assumed a position on all fours like a barnyard animal. And as the boy 
spread her ass-cheeks slowly apart, Tex realized that he was going to take 
her in the anus. Hell, let him have his fun, Tex thought. He's just gonna 
get her nice and hot for me. 

Flopping down on the carpet, he grinned and gazed up at his sex-crazed 
virgin. By God, she wasn't running away from anything now! 

Even in her confused mind, the redheaded young secretary realized that she 
was going to be fucked in the ass, but there was no stopping it. She was 
determined to go all the way now, to experience tonight every obscene act 
imaginable. Still, she clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together to 
present a challenge to the amorous Frenchman who had betrayed her once 
already. 

She could feel his hands prying her buttocks apart now, cruelly stretching 
the cheeks away from each other until she could feel a jet of cool air 
rushing into the desire-heated crevice between her legs. 

Ah, it is so tight. Marcel thought to himself, slithering his middle finger 
to the very entrance of her naked rectum. He could feel the tiny puckered 
circle clenching tight in response, but after probing for a moment around 
the outer edges, he shoved relentlessly forward, sinking his finger in with 
a jerk up to the first knuckle. Her body jolted forward to escape the sudden 
pain, and she groaned. 

"Aannggghh!" God, he was going to stick his cock in her ass, and she wanted 
it, wanted its stiffness throbbing murderously inside her! Linda gritted her 
teeth together, determined to swallow his huge cock in her tiny anus in 
spite of how he had treated her tonight. She was going to show him what she 
had to offer she was going to show him and everyone else in the room, too! 

Marcel slid his hand around her hips and clasped her belly, pulling her back 
hard against his loins. His middle finger dug cruelly into her virginal back 
passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned it like a 
corkscrew in the tight narrow hole. 

Enough now, he thought, and suddenly withdrew. 

The finger seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus 
clinging to it until it popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced 
her knees wider apart, dropping his head to her buttocks and licking wetly 
at the crevice between them, teasing the soft white flesh. 

She could feel his hands on her hips now, jerking her back toward him and 
upward. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the thick carpeting now and 
her buttocks were high in the air waving behind her as if in open invitation 
to the lurid ravishment that was about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject 
helplessness. 

"Come to me," Marcel hissed, his eyes glinting with desire. His hands locked 
tightly onto her flesh, holding her hips firmly in the air as his madly 
throbbing cock insinuated itself slowly up between her buttocks. 

God, she could never take it without ripping her belly in half, Linda 
thought suddenly in a panic. 

No, No! It couldn't work. She jerked forward to escape but his fingers dug 
sharper into her naked flesh and pulled her back again. She was wide and 
helpless before the unnatural onslaught of her rear passage, and she braced 
herself for what was going to come, for what she had so madly desired just a 
moment before. 

He pried her buttocks apart again and slowly guided his cock in between 
until it throbbed against her tight hot ass-cheeks. 

"Aaaaaaaugh, fuck my ass!" she cried suddenly, desperate to have it over 
with, desperate to experience something she feared and yet wanted. She 
screamed and groaned, her voice echoing through the room, and it spurred 
Marcel on like a savage beast. He pushed deeper inside her, his cock seeming 
to vibrate through every fiber of her belly. She felt as though she were 
being impaled on a red-hot skewer, and her eyes opened wide in amazement. 
She could feel his coarse pubic hair grinding against her smooth buttocks 
like steel wool. The fleshy thickness of his blood-hardened cock inched its 
way slowly forward, and then he suddenly slammed his hips hard into her 
quivering ass-cheeks. 

"Aaaaaaaiyyh!" she groaned, gasping for breath. 

But the Frenchman didn't stop. His face contorted with pleasure, he began to 
saw rhythmically into her nether passage, bringing lust-crazed groans of 
mingled pain and desire from her contorted lips. 

God, how she wanted to swallow his cock inside her anus, how she wanted him 
to penetrate her belly! Savagely she churned and ground her buttocks back on 
his lust-inflated member, her long red hair sailing from side to side, as 
she bucked. 

Tex Barnes could stand no more of it. Mustering all his strength, he mounted 
up on his knees and moved toward the young virgin who was down on all fours 
in front of Marcel, her panties circling her knees. God, he wasn't just 
going to stand by and watch any longer ... He was going to fuck her now, 
stick his cock right up inside that tight little cunt of hers. Brutally, he 
gripped underneath her armpits and raised Linda up to a kneeling position. 
As he grabbed her whitely dancing breasts and tweaked her nipples with his 
thumbs, he knelt up close against her, spreading her legs apart with his 
thighs so that they formed a widespread "vee" in spite of her hobbling 
panties. 

Marcel, momentarily interrupted by the Texan's sudden intrusion, quickly 
recovered himself, bending back in an acrobatic position and supporting 
himself from behind with one hand and with his other hand he reached up and 
grasped the long locks of Linda's hair and jerked them so that her head 
tilted backward and her back arched, a sharp cry of pain escaping from her 
mouth. 

God, she was being sandwiched between them, her mind whirled, but nothing 
mattered any longer ... only the wild delicious sensation of the 
lust-engorged cock planted deep between her ass-cheeks and the one soon to 
penetrate her still virginal cunt! Bending back from her knees, she reached 
down low for the Texan's massively pulsing penis and guided it up in between 
the tight wet flanges of her pussy. At the same time, Tex squeezed her 
breasts fiercely in his hands, pumping and milking them with savage ardor. 
Her body was on fire now, her belly quivering with obscene desire, twitching 
with each long deliberate thrust Marcel made into her tortured ass-hole. In 
front, she could feel Tex's thick rubbery cock-head pushing slowly up in 
between the desire moistened lips of her pussy, and her body writhed in wild 
abandon. 

"Goddamn! Start humpin', baby!" Tex muttered, his eyes on fire with passion. 
By God, I'm finally fuckin' this innocent little teenager, he reveled. "Now! 
Now!" he shouted at her. "Start grindin'! " Her eyes clenched tightly shut, 
her face pointed up toward the ceiling by the pressure of Marcel's savage 
grip on her hair, Linda spread her legs wider apart stretching the taut band 
of her panties between her knees. 

Oh God, the cock inside her pussy was hard, hard and thick, and it was going 
to split her apart. Desperately she dug her fingers into Tex's back, her 
nails piercing his skin until she could feel tiny trickles of blood spurting 
from under them. At the same time, his frenzied shaft rippled up deeper in 
between the hotly lubricated walls of her cunt. 

"Yooooowwwww," he wailed, tossing his head back, his fingers squeezing her 
sharp pointed nipples until desperate moans of uncontrollable desire spewed 
from her throat. This was it! He was going to blow his load deep up inside 
that soft white belly of hers! 

Sending his wild frenzy, Linda began to grind her pelvis up and down on his 
lewdly impaling cock while at the same time Marcel matched the motions of 
her gyrating body with his own cock. She was a human sandwich now, trapped 
in a vise of lust-heated male flesh. She moaned deliriously, her body 
pumping and bucking like a wild animal, her cunt and ass-hole aching to be 
satisfied. She jerked and groaned, twisting and undulating as she thrust her 
hips rhythmically back and forth. 

"F ... fuck harder, harder!" she groaned feverishly as Marcel pulled at her 
hair, and Tex twisted and squeezed her breasts. Her madly aroused cunt 
clasped and unclasped hungrily around the cock inside her pussy, her belly 
shaking and quivering out of control as her hips pistoned with sexual fury. 
Suddenly she tensed, her muscles tightening around the two cocks impaled in 
her virginal flesh. 

"C ... cumm, damn it, cumm!" she wailed, demanding to be filled and 
fulfilled at last. 

"Aaaaaaaagh!" Marcel groaned from behind, his eyes rolling, and suddenly his 
stiffly bloated organ blasted its way free. It leaped like a snake spewing 
its frothing cum, deep up inside her clenching anus. He gripped and squeezed 
her buttocks together with merciless pressure as jet after jet of his sperm 
flooded her ravished rectum, his cock jerking and quivering in. the warmly 
wet nether depths. Finally a deep groan of ultimate exhaustion rumbled from 
the young Frenchman's throat and he fell back on the carpet, his cock 
dangling uselessly between his legs. 

Tex knew he had the red-haired secretary all to himself now, just the way he 
wanted it, and he rocked his buttocks back on his heels levering her body up 
over his thighs so that her widespread legs momentarily dangled out on 
either side of him. Then she suddenly wrapped them tight around the small of 
his back and bent backwards, supporting herself with her arms behind her. 
Her pelvis undulated ferociously around the cock that was buried to the hilt 
inside her. Her pussy made loud lewd sucking noises as she pushed hard 
against him, and now Tex could sense the hot juices of her loins building up 
pressure inside her. 

"I'm c ... cumming, cumming!" she moaned tensely, gritting her teeth and 
digging her heels fiercely into his back. With a groan from the depths of 
his chest, Tex threw back his head, and as her tiny cunt lips seized his 
cock in a maddeningly tight ring of flesh, he suddenly exploded, spewing his 
white-hot sperm crazily deep inside her quivering belly. 

"Ooooooooh, aaaaaughhhhh!" Linda wailed deliriously, twisting and thrashing 
beneath her Texan lover, her red hair flailing from side to side, the semen 
gushing geyser-like from Tex's still hotly pistoning cock in her cunt was 
turning her belly into a bottomless pool of passion. But Jhe Texan was still 
going strong spitting like a snake, the thick staff of Ids lust-rigid flesh 
still expanding and contracting inside her until she thought it would spew 
out of her mouth. 

A moment later the hefty Texan released his tight grip on the young 
secretary's hips and she fell back satiated on the floor. Goddamn, he 
thought, it was one hell of a fuck into that tight little virginal cunt, and 
it was only the beginning. He had finally gotten her, and now she would be 
all his. The "Dawn Patrol" charter flight hadn't let him down. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

On her last day in Paris, Linda awoke in a luxurious satin-sheeted bed and 
gently nudged Tex on the shoulder. He blinked his eyes open and shook his 
head clear. 

"Tex, dear, we've overslept, and we have so much packing to do." 

"That's on accounta you," he grumbled good-naturedly. "You don't let me get 
no sleep anymore." With that, he closed his eyes again and snuggled deep 
down into the sheets like a caterpillar in a cocoon. 

"Tex, dear," the young redhead persisted sweetly, brushing her lips against 
his cheek. "We're going to miss the plane." 

The tired fnillionaire turned over again and grinned broadly at her. "Don't 
worry about it," he said. "We'll spend a couple of extra days here in gay 
Par-ee, and then I'll call the states and have them send my plane over!" 

"Ooooooh. that will be wonderful darling, won't it?" With that, she pressed 
tightly up against him and closed her eyes. It was almost noon, but she felt 
in no hurry at all. 

When they finally did get up, Tex would simply order room service and have 
them bring up anything she liked. He'd turned out to be much pleasanter than 
she had thought in the beginning, and now that he had promised to take her 
back to his ranch with him, well, there was nothing to worry about at all. 

Oh sure, she would have to tell Lou Stevenson and Mr. Bauer that she 
wouldn't be working for the law firm any longer, but that wouldn't be any 
problem. As for her parents, well they might be shocked that she had gone to 
live with a Texas oil millionaire, but then ever since she'd been thirteen 
her father had been telling her to find a rich man. Now she had! 

She was no longer a naive teenager. In a month she would be twenty, and for 
a birthday present Tex had promised her a imagine sports car. Of course, he 
was much older than she was, but he was certainly in fine shape ... hadn't 
he been proving it in bed every night for a week-and-a-half now? 

And besides, living with an oil millionaire would be a lot more fun than 
pounding away on a typewriter every day. And this was just the beginning... 


THE END
